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sardonic-the-writer · 8 months
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
↳ warnings: none
↳ song: rapture—blondie
masterlist!
• It was just supposed to be one trip. One trip to medieval England with you and Martha and then back to your homes, dropped off safely as if it had all been a dream
• But there had to be witches. Becuase of course there were. Why not?
• And running. So much running
• You had been next to the Doctor through all the chaos. So had Martha, but you were so much different from her
• While Martha was knowledgeable in medicine and keen to adapting, you saw things others couldn't. Hell, you had helped the Doctor pilot the TARDIS through space and time, catching on much quicker than he ever had back on his home planet
• You were thoughtful, random, and so so easily distracted
• It was safe to say that the Doctor had grown very fond of you in a short amount of time
• So in the midst of all of the running and the yelling and the sightseeing, it frustrated him to see the famous Shakespeare flirt with you
• "Never have I see such beauty as thee—" The famous poet had murmured lowly, lowering himself onto one knee and clasping your hand in both of his
• If the Doctor had stopped burning a hole in the center of the writers head for one moment, he would have picked up on the awkward way you shifted from foot to foot, laughing without any real amusement. It was up to Martha, in all her exasperation, to save you
• "Boys and their toys." She'd grumbled, dragging you and the Doctor behind her harshly and away from a very confused Shakespeare
• "Owch!" The Doctor exclaimed grumply and rubbed his arm tenderly from where Martha had grabbed it
• "Get over it." She rolled her eyes and huffed, only apologizing once you poked her in the ribs with an accusatory glare
• For the rest of the adventure, anytime Shakespear was involved, the Doctor seemed to automatically create a barrier with his body between the two of you
• Not that you were complaining, really. You were still a bit worried that hooking up with anyone from the 17th century—much less Shakespeare—would lead to dire consequences for thereally.
• Witches were defeated, theaters saved, and heads threatened to be lopped off before you all made it back to the TARDIS safely
• "So—" The Doctor was already back to jumping around his ships console, a cheery smile on his face as if nothing had happened in the past few hours, "—what did we think!"
• The question was aimed at you a little bit more than anyone else
• "It was great!" You and Martha echoed at the same time, prompting a proud smile from the Doctor
• "—but the local life could use some work." You added on with a slight grin
• Martha rolled her eyes at the sigh of relief the Doctor let out. This whole scene was like a bad rom com. At least it was entertaining, she mused
• "I don't think I'll ever be able to read Hamlet the same again!" You continued to make fun of Shakespeare's attempts at courting—much to the amusement of the Doctor, whose eyes crinkled at the corners the more he listened to you
• Maybe one last trip in time wouldn't hurt
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the-himawari · 4 months
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A3! Izumida Azami - Translation [SR] Lunch Break Fun (2/2)
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Azami: … (Nobody’s around.)
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*opens fridge*
Sakuya: Azami-kun?
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Azami: !?
Sakuya: Ah, sorry. Did I startle you?
Azami: …What do you want?
Sakuya: I felt thirsty, so I thought I would drink some tea.
Azami: R-right. …Here’s the tea.
Sakuya: Thank you.
Azami: See ya.
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*leaves*
Sakuya: Hold on! Azami-kun? Was Azami-kun okay not having tea…? Or maybe he came to get something else?
-pause-
Azami: *Gulp*… …Nice. (Strawberry milk tastes this good, huh?) (It’s not a good idea to drink too much though… Or rather, should I make my own?)
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Kumon: Azami~?
Azami: !
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Kumon: Ah! Azami, is that—.
Azami: Shh!
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Kumon: Mmph!
Azami: I don’t want another peep outta you.
Kumon: Mmph… I’llbequiet.
Azami: …As long as you got it.
Kumon: *Gasp*… hah. I got a heart attack when you suddenly covered my mouth! Do you like it now, Azami? Err… that drink.
Azami: …I just thought it tasted pretty good after having it for the first time in a while.
Kumon: Mhmm…
Azami: Don’t say anythin’.
Kumon: I got it! It’s a secret between you and I!
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Azami: A secret… you’re blowin’ this way outta proportion.
Kumon: Hehe. But it feels cool having a secret just between the two of us, doesn’t it?
Azami: All we’re hiding is strawberry milk.
Kumon: …Ah, that reminds me. Seeing the strawberry milk reminded me that the vending machines at Tsuku High are going to change their drinks soon.
Azami: Wait, really?
Kumon: Yep. The lady at the school store told me.
Azami: I see. Since the seasons are switchin’ over too…
Kumon: Exactly. She said there’ll be more warm drinks. I can’t wait to see what new stuff gets added! I wonder if they’ll have corn soup!
Azami: …
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Azami: (…Oh yeah. Kumon mentioned the drinks inside the vending machines are gonna be changed.) (I thought I’d been drinking too much strawberry milk lately, but since it’s gonna be gone soon, maybe it’s fine to drink some today?) (Kumon already knows I’m drinkin’ it anyways.)
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-pause-
Kumon: Azamiii~!
Azami: I told you you don’t need to come all the way here…
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Kumon: Don’t worry about it! Let’s go to the cafeteria together! By the way, the drinks in the vending machines changed today! When I took a quick peek this morning, the vendor had already switched them out!
Azami: (So the day has finally come… so I guess that’ll be gone now, huh?)
-pause-
Kumon: Ah! Azami, the strawb… that’s there!
Azami: Dude, don’t point!
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Kumon: Owch! Don’t hit me!
Azami: You were bein’ loud.
Kumon: But it’s great it’s still there, right!
Azami: …Whatever. It’s not like I like it or anything.
Kumon: Hehe, I’ll just leave it at that. It’s our secret, after all!
Azami: It’s not gonna be a secret if you yell so damn loud! (So… the strawberry milk didn’t get replaced…) (Well. I guess it’ll be alright if I keep drinkin’ it once in a while.)
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snivycat-art · 3 years
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unus annus,, the end is near
theres no time left,,,
,,memento mori
@markiplier @crankgameplays and le crew thank you guys for always brightening my day and making this messy year so much more enjoyable,, <3
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adivinoperdido · 2 years
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❛ Um is everything okay other than, you know, everything? ❜ {{ a vision on whether or not her life would at least have some good points }}
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Since his re-entry into civilization outside Casita, Bruno only performs visions grudgingly, for souls who seem truly desperate.
This woman has stopped him in the streets of the Encanto, near the modest cathedral and in the shadow of the mountain's foothills; unfortunately this leaves him without the accoutrements that help him focus--and produce a tangible glass product of the vision. So he's making do with what looks like an ad-hoc epileptic seizure.
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His eyes flash bright teal; his head tilts fitfully to the side; his arms raise and reach out; the temperature around the pair plummets, and a strange wind blows in a swirling vortex that encircles them.
"It's hard...ay, Díos mio, y'see....the thing is, I can show ya...agh....tch owch, I can show ya disjointed images, single events, but you can interpret 'em so many ways, and usually the more you know, the more it affects your ability to just choose a course of action....you get what I'm sayin...? I see....you laughing, yes, but I can't tell ya if that's a trend or a single event...."
He closes his eyes, exhales shakily and stumbles to sitting.
"I think you oughtta not fear the future, not what-if yourself into like, a state of total inertia. it's so easy t'get stuck, you know?"
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edendaphne · 4 years
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“Discordant Sonata”- Ch. 15
Have some quarantine reading material!!
>>Read it here on Ao3<< >>Read it here on Wattpad<< 
CHAPTER 15: BRAVURA
Music glossary:       Bravura - (from Italian “bravery/spirit”) Style of music in which the performer plays boldly, requiring exceptional agility and technical skill in execution.
 (Mood music: “For the Love of a Princess” - James Horner )
Sunday Evening
Marinette knocked on the guest bedroom door, or rather, on Chat Noir’s bedroom door, as it had now officially become.
“Come in! It’s open,” she heard from the other side.
Marinette’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
Odd, she thought. For someone who was supposed to be guarding a secret identity at all costs, one would think that Chat would always keep the door locked. First the “bathroom incident” and now this? She wondered what his aversion to locked doors was all about.
Marinette peeked her head into the room and saw him at his desk, writing in a notebook.
“Hey Kitt–uhh, Chat Noir, dinner will be ready in a minute. Would you care to join us?”
Chat’s cat ears perked up. “I’d love to! Thanks! I’ll help set the table in a sec.”
“What are you up to?” she asked, sitting at the edge of his bed.
Chat swiveled his chair around to face her. “Oh, it’s...” he grimaced, rubbing the back of his neck to ease the stiffness there. “I was doing some calculations, figuring out a monthly budget and that kind of thing. Trying to figure out how much all my bills will cost.”
“Me-owch,” Marinette cringed. “Sounds suuuuper fun.”
“Yeah, definitely,” he replied with matching sarcasm. “It’s actually been more complicated than I thought.”
“How so?” she asked.
He let out a long sigh. “Well… this is gonna sound weird, but my father as a civilian is, uh… pretty well-known. There’s a lot of people who would recognize me. Any potential employers would be getting in contact with him, asking him questions, or even give him an idea of where to find me. So I can’t apply to jobs as my normal self.” He ran his gloved hand through his hair in exasperation. “But where could I possibly get a job as ‘Chat Noir’?? ‘He’ can’t start a bank account, has no birth certificate, driver’s license, address, phone number. I’d have to get hired under the table, but I might run into some shady people. They might take advantage of the situation, and there’d be nothing I could do to contest them. Or they might try to use me to get free advertisement, and then my father would know where to find me anyway. Ugh, it’s all just a mess,” he groaned. “Anyway, thanks for letting me vent. I’m sure I’ll figure something out, so don’t worry.”
Marinette hummed, thinking. “Well, actually…” she said, tapping her chin. “Since the school year’s starting up again, a couple of our full-timers are switching to part-time to accommodate their university schedules; so the bakery will need some extra help. Obviously you wouldn’t be able to work at the front of the store, attending to customers and whatnot. But there’s still cleaning, washing, and heavy lifting that needs to be done behind the scenes. So if that sounds alright with you, we can talk to my parents about it. I’m sure they’d be happy to have you aboard.”
“Really??” Chat’s head shot up and he chirped excitedly, accidentally dropping his pen in the process. “Th-that would be great! I’ll work really hard, promise! Are you sure it would be okay?”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll say yes! My mom’s already taken quite a liking to you; she’s always talking about how polite and sweet you are.” Chat’s ears perked up and his cheeks reddened upon hearing this, which she found much too adorable. “And I’m sure my dad’s slowly coming around; I can tell, even though he’s stubborn.” She reached over and squeezed his hands. “I’ll put in a good word for you,” she said with a wink.
“You will?!” he replied with a laugh. “Best job reference ever!!” He hopped out of his chair, then bent over and wrapped her up into a tight hug. “You’re the best, Marinette. Seriously.”
She shook off her initial surprise and squeezed back, smiling wide.
“Anything for a friend.”
Dinnertime went over even better than Marinette had hoped. When the subject of a job was broached, Marinette’s mother took to the idea immediately and, citing the need for some extra muscle, eventually managed to win over her father.
Thus, they hired Chat Noir on the spot for part-time work, adding a few extra household chores in lieu of charging him rent. Marinette could hardly contain herself when she saw Chat’s face as he heard that; he looked like he’d won the lottery. And if anyone else had noticed how his eyes got misty and his voice began to quiver as he thanked them, nobody had mentioned it.
After dinner, Marinette invited Chat Noir upstairs to her bedroom, saying she needed help picking out the perfect outfit for her first day back to school. Truth be told, she really did need to choose an outfit; but it was mostly an excuse to hang out with him and serve as a distraction from his stressful circumstances.
Behind his cheerful smile and never ending stream of jokes, he always carried such a lonesome air about him. She’d never noticed it until that first night; the night they danced during the ballroom akuma attack. Or rather, she’d never allowed herself to open up to the possibility that he might be suffering. It would have made fighting him much more difficult had she known.
But as they swayed to the music that night, she could feel the melancholy in his voice, how it seemed to be yearning for more, and she couldn’t ignore it anymore.
It was shocking to her; mind-blowing, even. Not the same shock as one might get from a slap in the face, but rather like she’d woken up from a deep sleep. And yet, even then, she never could have anticipated how things would’ve unraveled from that day forward. They had come a long way, and there was still much more ahead of them.
In any case, he was sure to appreciate an evening goofing around with his new roommate, to get his mind off of both his superhero problems and his civilian worries.
“So, what do you think?” she asked as she peered into her closet. “Classy? Trendy? Girly? Vintage? Boho chic?”
Chat furrowed his brows, cocking his head in uncertainty. “I dunno… You’d look great in anything! Just close your eyes and grab something, and voila!”
She wrinkled her nose at him. “What if I grab my fuzzy, pink bathrobe?”
“You’d look great in that too! ‘Comfy chic’, the newest trend on all the cat- walks!” he grinned cheekily.
She rolled her eyes. “Oh come on, you dork, be serious! I wanna look good!”
“But you already look good!” he said, lifting his arms and motioning up and down her entire length for emphasis. “You’d even look good in a burlap sack. I mean it! You’re really cute, Marinette! Besides, it’s not like you need to impress anybody. Everyone already loves you.”
She felt her cheeks warm up at the praise he gave so freely. “I-I… th-that’s sweet of you to say. B-but I wasn’t trying to fish for compliments or anything. I just… want to look a little extra nice. Maybe even stand out a little bit, that’s all,” she added more quietly, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.
Chat paused and forward on the chaise. “Hang on,” he said, narrowing his eyes at her. “Marinette... ARE you trying to impress someone? Someone special, maybe?”
Marinette made a startled noise that would best be described as a squawk and whipped back around to face the inside of her closet. “Uhh, NOPE! Nope, nope. Not at all! What makes you say that?!”
Wow, Marinette, very convincing, she groaned inwardly.
Despite her stammering and weak attempts at protesting, Chat exclaimed with a gasp, “So there IS someone!”
He hopped off the chaise towards her, trying to get a peek at her reddened face. “So who is it?? Would I know them? Are you in the same grade, or just the same school? Do they already know you like them? How did you two meet?”
Marinette let out a long screech, rushing away from the closet towards her vanity desk and plopped down on the chair, dropping her head onto the table with a small thunk.
Chat practically glided across to where she’d sat and put his hands on her shoulders, squeezing gently. “Our little Marinette has a crush on someone~!” he crooned in a sing-song voice. “That’s so romantic! You’ll invite me to your wedding, won’t you?”
Marinette let out another long, muffled groan, which only spurred him on, becoming giddy like a small child who’d been given a pile of candy.
He’s never going to stop now that he knows, is he? she bemoaned, cursing her inept, awkward self.
Foregoing any further attempts at denial, she decided to just be honest with him. After all, Alya knew about her crush, and so did her other gal friends. She could confide in Chat too; especially since they were going to be living with each other from now on. Surely there was no harm in him knowing. It’s not like he’d go around blabbing it to anyone. She knew him better than that.
She sighed heavily, not bothering to hoist up her head, which felt like it weighed as much as a boulder at the moment. “He’s a classmate,” she replied in deadpan.
“A classmate, huh?” Chat repeated, voice full of wonder. “That’s so adorable! What else can you tell me about him? Is he cute?”
“Gorgeous,” she replied, with perhaps more emphasis than she intended. “And thoughtful and gentle and kind. A little awkward and nerdy, but friendly and optimistic to a fault. He’s practically perfect. At least, perfect in all the ways that matter to me, anyhow. I’ve known him for a few years, and I’ve been in lov– I MEAN… I’ve had a crush on him pretty much since we first met.”
Sensing her shift in tone, Chat dropped all the playfulness in his voice and asked in earnest, “W-wait… D-did you say… in love?”
Marinette let out a long, pitiful whine, grabbing the hair by the sides of her head and covering her face with it like a tent, trying to hide her eternal shame.
“I can’t believe I just said that…” she moaned wretchedly, very much wishing she could shrink to the size of a mouse right now. “Can you just cataclysm me and pretend you didn’t hear that, please?”
“Wait, so that means…” Chat interrupted, his brows scrunched. “He doesn’t know how you feel about him?”
She shook her head, or rather, kind of shuffled it back and forth on the table’s surface. “I’ve always been too afraid to say anything to him. I never wanted things to become weird between us, so I’ve always just… not taken the risk. He always just kinda… seemed to need a friend more than he needed a relationship, y’know? And I didn’t want to take that away from him. From us.”
Chat paused for a moment, pondering her words. “But what if he feels the same way?” he countered. “Wouldn’t you rather get it off your chest and find out for sure?”
Marinette hesitated, turning her head sideways. “Have you ever liked someone you were too afraid to lose?” she replied quietly.
She could hear Chat’s breath hitch, but he didn’t respond. She wondered if that was something he’d been worrying about as well. He’d never confessed to Ladybug about his own crush; but was that merely due to shyness, or from not wanting to complicate their relationship and their duties as superheroes? Would he jeopardize it?
Chat was a romantic at heart; of that she was certain, judging from his taste in media and books, from their late night conversations, and especially from what Plagg had told her a few days ago.
However, despite his playful flirtatiousness towards her as Ladybug, he’d never verbally expressed any serious interest in a romantic relationship. She could only assume he wanted to keep things as friendly and professional as possible, in order to work on strengthening their relationship as a team, instead of risking a fallout.
Or, at least, that’s what she’d started to tell herself. Everything in her brain was a terrible jumble. Especially after hearing about Chat’s family situation the night before, after the akuma attack. Ladybug had finally learned about Chat’s mother, Hawkmoth’s wife, and things were way more complicated than she could have ever imagined.
Chat Noir had introduced a variable of unpredictability in her life, and she was still trying to sort out her own growing feelings towards him. Were these merely feelings of protectiveness, or was it something else? Had she been projecting her desire for Adrien onto Chat? She didn’t think so, and yet, she’d never experienced anything like this before. How could she know for sure?
Unrequited love felt awful, but at least it was fairly straightforward. Trying to figure out her thoughts and feelings when adding another person into the jumble was frustratingly confusing.
In addition, Hawkmoth’s cruel words from the akuma attack echoed in her head despite trying to dispel them countless times. They resonated within her, trying to worm their way into her brain to plant undeserving guilt and shame. Accusations of taking advantage of Chat; of blind infatuation; of festering doubts and lack of trust.
Not to mention the elephant in the room: the giant, seemingly impenetrable wall of having to hide their identities from each other, which prevented them from being able to grow closer.
Pursuing a romantic path with him right now would not be prudent.
Especially since she was still in love with Adrien.
UGH. She was in love with Adrien. Why had she allowed herself to fall for him?!? Why did he have to be so darn wonderful, so awfully talented, so ridiculously considerate?!
The uncomfortable feeling of embarrassment slithered down her spine once again, traveling all the way from her head to her toes. How could she possibly face Chat Noir now that he knew what a coward she was?
Moments passed and neither of them had broken the ice. She supposed she should be the one to do it, since she was the one that had made things awkward in the first place.
Before she could say anything, however, she felt Chat’s hands settle on her shoulders, and he gently pulled her up into a sitting position. He gazed at her reflection in the mirror, a kind smile painted on his handsome face that she couldn’t help but feel her face flush. His emerald green eyes were so piercing, so sincere, which caused a multitude of butterflies to swarm in her chest despite her having banned them.
Bringing his arms in front of her, he draped a colorful garment across her collarbones so it would cascade all the way down to her lap. Apparently she’d been too busy internally freaking out that she hadn’t even heard him rummaging around in her closet.
“How about this top?” he asked softly. “The cut of the neck will draw attention to your jawline, especially if you wear your hair down, so the sides can frame your facial features. And if you wear this necklace here-” he said as he lifted the accessory from her vanity table, “-it will emphasize your blue eyes very nicely. For bottoms, I’d either go with some dark-wash skinny jeans paired with low heels, or a skirt with a bright pattern and some close-toed flats. Keeping it simple is best, in my opinion. Clean and sophisticated.”
Wait… what?? How did he–
Marinette hadn’t even noticed her jaw had dropped until Chat closed it gently with his index finger, her teeth coming back together with a soft clink.
“You should ask him out. This mystery person,” he added. “You never know what’ll happen. He’ll either like you back, or he won’t. But at least you’ll know, and whatever happens afterwards, it’ll mean you can move on.”
She held the shirt in place with her own hands, but never broke eye contact with him through the mirror. “Would you do the same?” she asked quietly.
Chat looked away, cheeks darkening. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed deeply. “Someday, perhaps. But… I’m not ready yet. Maybe once I become a better person. Somebody worthwhile.”
She turned around to face him, studying his expression. A weight settled uncomfortably in her gut, urging her to fix it, FIX IT!!
But fix what?! Fix it how?? She didn’t know; but she had to try regardless.
She stood up, setting the garment down on the chair, then practically stomped over to him. Chat looked a bit taken aback at how close she’d gotten, his eyes widening in confusion. She threw her arms around his torso, pulling him as close as physically possible without literally merging together. She laid her head on his chest, relishing the sound of his heart thumping in his chest.
“You dumdum. You’re already amazing. Anybody would consider themselves lucky to be loved by you.”
She felt him freeze up, unsure of what to make of this sudden and almost aggressive display of affection. But a beat later he relaxed, practically melting into her embrace and hugged back just as tightly.
He laid his own head on top of hers, a motion that still felt so comforting and so familiar; and yet she couldn’t figure it out. Whenever she would come close to making a discovery, the thought would slip away, as if by magic.
Or, come to think of it, most likely because of magic. His mannerisms and speech were so familiar, and yet she couldn’t place where she knew them from, or whom they matched up with. Chat had said that they knew each other outside of the costume, so surely that was why they felt so familiar. But the glamour of his miraculous was quite efficient in protecting his identity; therefore, despite teetering at the edge of her recognition, she still could not identify him. She supposed that was for the best, even if it was maddening.
“I wish I could believe that. I really do,” he murmured sadly, interrupting her train of thought.
She nuzzled her head into him. “Stop being so hard on yourself. Life doesn’t revolve around achievements or some arbitrary measurement of greatness. Being you is enough.”
“I... don’t really know how to stop thinking that way, to be honest,” he said with a shrug.
Marinette let go of him and took a small step back, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, it’s too bad you don’t have a choice, then. ‘Cause from now on, you’re officially enrolled in the Dupain-Cheng self-esteem boot camp, where you learn to be nice to yourself… or else, I’ll kick your ass!” she said, poking him lightly on the chest.
His eyes popped open for a moment, then he threw his head back and laughed. “I believe it!” he said, squeezing his arms around her once again. “I’ll do my best to meet your expectations and avoid all the ass-kicking, sensei! Bring on Du PAIN!”
She let out a snort and giggled, looking up at him from her lower height.
Her gaze softened once again, then added, “By the way... thanks for your help, and for your advice, Minou.”
Chat chuckled at the term of endearment, and Marinette’s brain froze.
How could she forget?? Again. She wasn’t Ladybug right now. Marinette didn’t have nicknames for Chat.
Before she could backpedal, Chat leaned down to kiss her forehead, then replied, “Anytime, Mari.”
She relaxed again and gave him one last squeeze, unable to contain a giant, satisfied grin.
She released him so she could return to the task of getting ready for school tomorrow. She asked, “Will it really be okay for you to go to school? Won’t it be risky, since your father will know where you are?”
Chat let out a thoughtful hum. “He’s a pretty powerful person, but even he can’t walk into the school and drag me out of there in front of everyone. I should be okay, as long as I’m always around other people.”
“Well… if you say so,” she said, crinkling her eyebrows. “You’ve got my cell phone number, so call me if anything ever pops up and I’ll be there in a jiffy, no matter where you are.”
Chat smiled at her fondly. “Thank you.”
She smiled back. “Come on. Let’s go watch a movie downstairs. It’s our last day to be certified couch potatoes and I’m not gonna pass it up.”
Chat winked. “Aye aye, Captain Spud! Lead the way!”
(Mood music: “The Chairman’s Waltz” - John Williams (Memoirs of a Geisha OST)
Monday Morning
Chat Noir landed on the roof of the school without a sound, eyes darting around the perimeter to verify that no one was present at this hour. Upon seeing that the coast was clear, he slinked towards the door that led inside the building.
He tried the doorknob. Locked, as expected. He detransformed, and without a word, Plagg phased through the door. It clicked, then Adrien slipped inside.
Heart thumping, he shifted his backpack and continued down the rooftop stairwell until he reached a hallway. It was empty, although that didn’t do much for his nerves. Getting caught on campus before the school opened would mean getting asked questions he would rather not have to answer.
Adrien wasn’t a rule-breaker. He was courteous, mild-mannered, and above all, obedient. He did things by the book. Or, at least... he did as Adrien . Chat Noir was another story altogether.
Trying to shake off his jitters, Adrien took a deep breath and tried to summon the playful part of him that enjoyed more mischievous types of activities.
There wasn’t much for him to do for the next couple of hours but to wait until people slowly trickled into the school. He decided to occupy himself by organizing his locker, so he stepped out into the common area from the dark hallway and carefully crept to the locker rooms downstairs.
As it turned out, it was a good thing he checked it before anyone was around, for the loud gasp he let out as he discovered its contents would have surely attracted the attention of the entire room.
Inside the locker was a duffel bag full of belongings– his belongings: his passport and birth certificate, his wallet, some clothes, his favorite blue scarf, a photograph of his mother; school supplies and stationary, a brand new laptop, and an indistinct burner phone.
There was no written note, no card, no name left behind. The only identifier provided was a picture of an black and red butterfly on it.
A butterfly? Surely this couldn’t be a gift from Gabriel Agreste. He’d never be this thoughtful, not in a million years.
He studied the picture, flipping it over for more clues, and found some small text on the back.
“Scarlet Peacock Butterfly”, the caption said. “A vivid red and black butterfly that ostensibly poses as another toxic species in order to deceive predators.”
Adrien gasped.
A fake.
Could it be…?
Adrien’s fingers trembled as he picked up the phone. It was an older model flip phone. He opened it.
It had a single phone number saved in its contacts.
He selected the number, fingertip hovering over the “call” button. With a shaky breath, he pressed it. And waited.
A few agonizingly long seconds passed. Then the ringing stopped; someone had picked up.
Adrien’s breath hitched and he gulped. He couldn’t help the crack in his voice as he whispered hesitantly into the phone.
“...Nathalie?”
(Mood Music: “L’Indifference” - Café Accordion Orchestra)
For once, Marinette Dupain-Cheng managed to make it to school on time, having set her alarm for an earlier time just to make sure. Tardiness always seemed to be her calling card, but she was determined to not let this happen today; not after all her preparations from the night before.
And so she walked into her first class, happy to see a room full of (mostly) friendly faces. Alya smiled at her from her desk across the room, waving her over enthusiastically. Marinette returned the smile and headed towards her.
She gave a wide berth to Lila and their teacher, who stood by the door. The new teacher listened, enraptured, about the stylish Italian girl’s most recent trip to the Malagasy islands and how she single-handedly founded a lemur rescue organization. Marinette fought the urge to roll her eyes and quietly passed them by, without challenging the validity of her claims.
Not today, she told herself. Not on the first day of school.
On her way towards her best friend, Marinette also walked past Chloe Bourgeois, her former bully. They made eye contact and gave each other a brief nod.
“Chloe,” Marinette greeted her plainly.
“Dupain-Cheng,” Chloe acknowledged in return, then turned her full attention back to her phone, vigorously texting someone with a dragon profile picture.
Marinette couldn’t quite call Chloe her friend, though they were definitely more than just acquaintances. They’d come to a sort of unspoken truce a couple of years back. They’d both done some growing up these past few years, and for that, Marinette was grateful. Especially since this arrangement made it possible for them to remain mutual friends with Adrien.
Marinette went up the steps to where her best friend sat, and they greeted each other with a hug.
“Hey, Alya! No Nino?”
“Nah, looks like we only have three classes together this year, bummer.” Alya shrugged. “But that means I get to sit next to my Mari-bean!”
Marinette noticed a markedly cheery-looking Adrien entering the classroom, only to be stopped by Lila at the door, who flipped her hair theatrically and batted her exaggeratedly long (and most likely false, hmmph!) eyelashes at him.
She decided to ignore it and turned around to fully face her wavy-haired friend. “So, how was your weekend? Did you and your aforementioned husbando do anything fun?” she asked with a knowing smile.
Alya’s cheeks darkened, but she tried to cover up her blushing by pretending to adjust her hair. “Well, we did get ahold of the new Super Pinguino III. You’ll have to play it sometime and try to beat our high score.”
Marinette giggled. “I dunno, that might be the one game where I’ll never be able to beat you.”
“Well, we’ll just have to see about that,” she gave her a wide smile in return. She exclaimed (rather loudly even by her standards), “By the way, Marinette! Your outfit looks AMAZING! Don’t you think so too, Adrien?”
Marinette’s eyes widened and she whipped around to realize Adrien was headed their way. Her face felt like she was sticking it inside a furnace, and suddenly she felt quite naked, wanting nothing more than to hide in a dark corner somewhere rather than display the outfit she’d meticulously chosen the night before. What if it was too much? What if she was overdressed? What if everyone could tell she was trying too hard? What if it was way too last-season and not avant-garde enough? Or what if it was too avant-garde and she should have dressed more conservatively?! What if–
Adrien’s eyes met hers and he gave her the brightest, broadest, most radiant smile, so stunning it should be illegal, so resplendent that it caused her brain to suddenly fizzle.
“Absolutely! You look beautiful, Marinette,” he said, his voice so earnest and sincere that Marinette felt she might combust on the spot.
Marinette wasn’t sure how long she’d been standing there, mouth agape, feeling like her feet were no longer touching the ground, when Alya nudged her with her elbow, coaxing her to reply.
And reply she did. Or at least, she tried; for only for a brief noise somewhere between a croak and a squeak managed to emerge from her throat.
“Uhh, I think Marinette means ‘Thank you,” Alya replied helpfully.
Marinette nodded enthusiastically. “Y-YES!! That’s right!! Th-thank you, Adrien!” she stammered, forcing the air out of her lungs.
Adrien beamed at her. “It’s great to see you guys again. I’m really glad we have our first class together this year. It’ll be a great way to start off the day.”
He waved goodbye to them, then walked to sit at the empty seat next to Chloe, who greeted him with a loud, happy squeal and friendly cheek kisses, then proceeded to talk rapidly about a subject way too complex for Marinette’s current brain-dead state of gleeful stupefaction.
And most definitely too dumbstruck to notice the daggers Lila was glaring at her from across the room.
(Mood Music: “Closer Than Sisters” - Abel Korzeniowski )
Marinette’s mind managed to rejoin her body sometime around halfway through their first period, and the remainder of her classes went by without a hitch. There was a lot of chatter and gossiping about Ladybug and Chat Noir, and whether they were actually working together or if it was some sort of elaborate publicity stunt. Conspiracy theories abounded, but for the most part it was merely curious conjecture. Ladybug had always worked alone, so what would this mean for the city? Would she finally defeat Hawkmoth now that she was no longer outnumbered?
Alya, of course, was utterly buzzing with excitement about these recent developments. Marinette wasn’t quite sure she’d be able to stand all her wild speculations and hypothetical questions; so it was both a shame and a relief that they only had two classes together this school year.
Despite the mental toll that hearing all these conjectures took on her, Marinette was still in high spirits by her last class of the day.
Or so she’d thought, until her absolute favorite classmate made her way over to her desk, giving her a sickly saccharine smile that would put high fructose corn syrup to shame.
“Hi, Marinette,” she lilted in a hollow sing-song voice.
Marinette brought out her phone and pretended to look busy. “Hello, Lila.”
“Did you have a nice summer?” Lila asked.
As if you care, she thought. “It was peachy,” Marinette replied curtly.
Lila pouted. “You don’t sound too happy. I don’t suppose you’ve already heard?”
Marinette sighed. Might as well play along. “Heard what, Lila?”
Lila leaned into her personal space, which made unpleasant goosebumps rise on the back of Marinette’s neck. “Well, I don't suppose you and Adrien are close enough friends that he’s told you all about his secret girlfriend, right?” she said more quietly.
Marinette’s brain screeched to a halt, but she forced herself to keep typing into her phone. “And I suppose he's told you?”
Lila giggled coyly. “Oh, well, I’m not one to blab secrets around, but the poor dear’s just not very good at hiding those hickeys. A scarf and concealer can only do so much, you know.”
Marinette felt sick to her stomach, but she refused to indulge Lila into thinking that she actually believed her.
“Go away, Lila,” she hissed through gritted teeth.
“Don’t believe me? I can prove it-” she replied, with that false cheerfulness that always carried a secret smugness to it. “-as soon as he walks through the door. He’s told me his schedule, you know… We really are very good friends, he and I.” She lifted her head to look around. “Ah, there he is.”
Adrien walked into the classroom with Kim, joking and laughing together.
Lila waved them over, and Adrien smiled as they both walked towards them.
“Adrien, I was just talking to Marinette about our plans for the school year. What does your modeling schedule look like?” she asked, as she thumbed the fabric of his scarf. “This is the year before we graduate. Is your father going to ease up on the photo shoots? I do so remember how very busy you were last year,” she lamented with another fake pout.
Adrien replied, his voice harboring a tinge of nervousness as she ran her hands up and down the length of his scarf, “Uh, actually, I won’t be- uh, modeling. This year. To… prepare for university exams and whatnot.”
“No modeling gigs, you say? That’s awfully kind of him,” she replied sweetly, as she slowly pulled back and forth on the two sides of the scarf like a seesaw. “Letting you focus on your studies and whatnot.”
Before he could reply, Lila tripped sideways with a dainty yelp, yanking the scarf along with her, and she fell towards him. Adrien caught her and she wrapped her arms around his neck securely, the scarf falling onto the ground, forgotten by all.
All except for Marinette, of course.
“Lila, are you alright?” Kim cried, and Adrien weakly echoed the question.
“Oh… clumsy me… I’m still getting used to these new shoes. I haven’t quite broken them in yet, you see,” she remarked as he helped her up. “I mostly wore combat boots over the summer while helping build schools in Bali for impoverished children, so I guess you could say I’ve gotten out of the habit of wearing heels.”
Marinette got out of her seat to retrieve the fallen blue scarf. The scarf that she had made for him almost four years ago for his birthday. Lila’s tugging had rubbed the fabric against Adrien’s neck, and the center was stained with make-up the same tone as his skin. She gulped heavily, then looked up at him.
And there they were, peppered all over his neck: various small bruises below the sides of his jawline, barely noticeable, but still visible if you looked closely.
“Umm, here,” Marinette said numbly as she handed him back the scarf. His hesitant eyes met hers, and he looked guilty, as if all his secrets had been laid bare for her to see.
“Thank you,” he said, almost too soft for her to hear.
“Why, Adrien!” Lila said, feigning secrecy but still speaking louder than she should have been, had that been the case. “I know you said you didn’t have to model anymore, but you really ought to tell your girlfriend to take it easy when you guys make out.”
Adrien sounded genuinely puzzled. “Wait… Girlfriend? What are you talking about?”
Kim’s features scrunched up in confusion. His eyes traveled towards where Lila was looking, then his face lit up with excitement. “Dude, you got a girlfriend?? That’s amazing, congrats! When were you gonna tell us??”
“Huh? I don’t have–” Adrien tried to interject.
“Oh, no! I’m so sorry Adrien,” Lila pretended to realize she’d said too much. “I didn’t know you wanted to keep it a secret. How silly of me! Surely your father would take away your extra free time if he knew you were spending it with a girl instead of studying.”
Kim pumped his arms excitedly. “Don’t worry, bro! We can totally keep a secret! Right, Marinette?”
Marinette smiled weakly, trying her best to look cooperative, and nodded.
“So, tell us about her, Adrien! Tell us about this girl you love so much,” Lila prodded.
Adrien’s cheeks turned bright red. “W-well, she’s not actually my girlfriend, b-but–”
Kim waggled his eyebrows. “But does she want to be?” he asked playfully.
Adrien laughed, voice high and skittish, “Uhh, I-I don’t know… Umm– w-we’ll see what happens. I-I want to take things slow.”
“Do you like her?”
Adrien’s head whipped around. It was Marinette who’d asked the question, her voice soft and curious.
Her eyes searched his, sincerely seeking the knowledge she both yearned and dreaded to hear. Her heart clenched painfully in her chest, knowing that his answer could change everything.
And yet, she needed to know.
Adrien’s face softened, the corners of his mouth crinkling with the ghost of a smile, and his cheeks gained a more subdued shade of pink, which contrasted with the embarrassed shade of red he’d worn earlier.
“A lot,” he replied breathily, like a wistful sigh, like he’d rather be with his loved one than anywhere else in the world.
Marinette swallowed heavily, and she forced herself to smile. “I’m happy for you,” she said as earnestly as she could manage.
After all, Adrien’s happiness was always paramount. No matter the source.
Their conversation was cut short by the sound of the bell, and the group scattered into the surrounding seats. Lila gave Marinette one last self-satisfied smile before walking away; not that Marinette even noticed. Her body felt too numb, too limp, too weary to see or care. All she could see in her mind’s eye was the way Adrien’s eyes lit up when he talked about the person he cared for. It had been brief, but it had been enough. She’d seen it. She knew now.
Adrien Agreste was in love.
(Mood Music: “No One Knows Who I Am” - (Jekyll & Hyde, the musical) Frank Wildhorn)
The last period of the day went by more sluggishly than any other she’d ever experienced in her life. Marinette’s mind replayed that conversation a seemingly infinite amount of times by the time the bell rang and it was time to go home. She lethargically packed up her belongings and left the classroom.
Before she reached the locker room, however, a hand gently tapped her on the shoulder, and she turned around.
It was Adrien. Of course. It just had to be him.
He meekly asked if he could talk to her in private. She agreed. They stepped into an emptied room, and he looked around to make sure no one else was present.
“I’m… sorry about the awkwardness from before, Mari,” he muttered uneasily.
“It’s okay, I’m just sorry you got put on the spot,” she replied, twisting her hands together, her shoulders tense with discomfort.
He seemed to squirm a bit himself as he continued, “D-did… Did you see…?” He gestured towards his scarf.
Marinette froze and her gaze dropped to the ground. She couldn’t get herself to speak, so she nodded.
Adrien took a deep breath. “W-would it be too much trouble if I asked you to not tell anyone? Things could get really difficult for me if- if people were to find out.”
Marinette’s head bobbed up and down quickly. “I-it’s okay! I won’t say anything! I-I don’t want to get you into trouble. Anytime you need help, I’ll be here.”
Before she knew it, she was being pulled into a brief hug. She willed her arms to hug him back, although she couldn’t really feel her body right now.
Adrien let go of her and put his hands on her shoulders in reassurance. “I promise everything is going to be okay. Everything is fine now. Trust me. Thank you, Marinette.”
Marinette’s mouth smiled back, and she heard her own voice say, “Anytime.”
Adrien thanked her again, and opened the door to leave. “See ya tomorrow.”
“S-see you,” she called back.
The door closed behind him, and Marinette was left alone. Everything felt like it was steeped in a thick haze. As if she was stranded in a vast fog with no discernable way to go. She felt hollow, yet heavy, which didn’t make a single bit of sense. A gaping, empty hole where her chest was, ripped away suddenly and without warning.
Is this... is this what heartbreak feels like?
Chat landed on Marinette’s balcony and knocked on the hatch five times, as they’d previously agreed. He listened for any of the code phrases or sounds that they’d gone over and practiced. There was no answer, which could only mean that she wasn’t home yet. However, since the latch was always unlocked for him now that they were roommates, he had permission to enter.
He felt pretty silly wearing a backpack as Chat Noir, so he didn’t dally in her bedroom, and instead went to drop it off in his own room.
Chat wondered what could be going through Marinette’s head after she saw his bruising. Had she figured out that Gabriel was abusive? She’d agreed to trust him, so maybe she believed he’d been able to work out his home situation. Did she think he still lived back at the mansion?
He plopped face down on the sofa. UGH, this all sucked. He didn’t want to lie to her, but he couldn’t tell her the truth, either. She was the nicest girl, and all he’d been doing lately was be dishonest with her. Not without reason, but still. He felt horrible about it.
And she’d looked so out of it at the end of school. He wondered what might have happened to her, since she’d seemed in such high spirits at the beginning of the school day. And what was that weirdness with Lila all about?
He didn’t have to wonder long, because a few moments later, his cat ears perked up as he heard footsteps that led to the front door. He sat up and turned around, excitedly awaiting her arrival.
Marinette opened the door and entered the living area. She closed the door and silently set her backpack down. He got up to greet her, but something was wrong. Her whole aura was different. Even in the dim late afternoon light, Chat could see the weariness in her expression, the sadness in her posture.
“Mari…?”
Several long strides later and he was there, in front of her, holding her by the arms.
“Mari, what happened?!” he asked more urgently. “Are you okay??”
She looked up at him, her glassy blue eyes becoming damp. Then she crashed into him, gripping him like he was the only thing keeping her from sinking into a sea of quicksand.
She cried, and he held her. He was desperate to know what had happened, but he waited, stroking her hair, running his fingers through it soothingly, not pushing her, but always willing to listen.
Finally, after a few moments, she spoke. “There’s someone else,” she whispered simply.
Then he understood.
Chat held her, and she sobbed quietly, and together they slumped to the ground. She didn’t need words of comfort, or any reassurance that she didn’t need this guy, or to be told that she was too good for him, or that there were other fish in the sea. She didn’t need to be told any of those things. All they needed at this moment was each other. And that was enough.
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Juuni Taisen Chat Group Chapter 1
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Nezumi created Chat Group. Nezumi renames Chat Group to The Juuni. Nezumi added, Sharyū, Ushii, Usagi, Tora, Uuma, Niwatori, Hitsujii Inounoshishi, Tatsumi Kyoudai Ani, and Tatsumi Koudai Otouto to The Juuni.
Nezumi: Before anyone asks, no Duodecuple has no part in the planning of this. It's all me.
Tatsumi Koudai Otouto: Uh, why the hell would you do something like this? we're warriors, not penpals.
Tatsumi Kyoudai Ani: Ore-sama agrees with younger brother.
Nezumi changes Tatsumi Kyoudai Ani name to Thing 1. Nezumi changed Tatsumi Koudai Otouto name to Thing 2.
Thing 1: Oy!
Thing 2: What's that suppose to mean?
Sharyū: Aww, that's cute.
Tora: LOL! That suits those two.
Uuma: ... ... ...
Inounoshishi: I have to agree with the twin annoyances, what do those names signify?
Niwatori: Yeah! Because they're not THINGS, they're ppl. Even I know that.
Nezumi: ...
Nezumi changed Inounoshishi's name to Miss Piggy. Nezumi changed Niwatori's name to Mob-Birdy.
Tora: ROTFL!
Mob-Birdy: Uhh, what?
Miss Piggy: Is that suppose to be an insult?
Tora: ROTFL = Rolling On The Floor Laughing, it's an abbreviation, not an insult.
Mob-Birdy: That I got. It's the screen names I don't get.
Thing 1: Ditto.
Thing 2: I kinda get Inounoshishi's. She's the boar, and a piggy is just a cutesy name for a pig.
Miss Piggy: At least the child got the Miss part correct.
Nezumi: @Miss Piggy, just look up the name. @Mob-Birdy, it's your ability. And Twins, look up Dr Seuss and type in Thing 1 and 2.
Tora: Aw, that killed it. Oh well, it was funny while it lasted.
Sharyū: @Tora, be nice.
Usagi: TOMODACHI!!! I HAVE TOMODACHI ON THE PHONE!!!
Nezumi: @Usagi using all caps in a text group is the equivalent of shouting inside.
Usagi: Oh, ok. Ty for telling me.
Nezumi: Np.
Hitsujii: Oh? When did we get a Chat Group?
Uuma: Since Nezumi just made one...
Hitsujii: Ah, k, This should make communication w/ each other a little easier.
Tora: When's the old man learn to text?
Hitsujii: Excuse me for not being the stereotypical old man. I keep up w/ the tech, tyvm.
Usagi: Tyvm?
Hitsujii: Tyvm = Thank You Very Much.
Ushii: I seem to be learning a great deal today.
Tora: Hi @Ushii!
Ushii: Hello @Tora.
Thing 1: Hey Rat! Ore-sama and younger brother are not untamed, wild twins!
Thing 2: I agree with my bro. We are certainly not!
Nezumi: No, but you two are troublemaking twins who could care less about collateral damage.
Sharyū: Nezumi does have a point. You two are troublemakers that leave more than enough destruction when you work.
Thing 1: ...
Thing 2: ...
Miss Piggy: Well, at least he is on point with these nicknames.
Mob-Birdy: Good point.
Uuma: ... ... Um... Why isn't Dotsuku here?
Nezumi: I don't know or have his number, so I couldn't add him... Anyone have his contact?
Mob-Birdy: Dotsuku doesn't trust me with that, so I don't have it.
Tora: *Sarcastically* Gee @Mob-Birdy I wonder why he doesn't trust you.
Mob-Birdy: Hey!
Sharyū: @Tora Be nice. Also, I don't have Dotsuku's contact info.
Tora: Ditto.
Hitsujii: Idk that 2.
Uuma: ... Same...
Thing 1: Ore-sama doesn't have it.
Thing 2: Me neither.
Usagi: I don't know Dotsuku's number either.
Miss Piggy: Ugg, he wouldn't give me his contact when I asked. Wait a second... @Histuji your comment doesn't make any sense.
Hitsujii: Wht r u talking about?
Miss Piggy: Besides the terrible spelling, the weird abbreviations.
Sharyū: Shishi, he's talking in texts. It's common for texters to shorten words or use abbreviations. Like using 2 instead of to or too, w/ instead of with, w/o instead of without, using u instead of you, typing ty instead of typing out thank you, and using lol for laugh out loud.
Miss Piggy: Urg, I get that annoying part, but what does the idk stand for?
Hitsujii: I don't know.
Miss Piggy: If you don't know then why the hell are you using it?
Hitsujii: I am using it correctly.
Miss Piggy: Then what does it mean?
Hitsujii: I don't know.
Miss Piggy: JUST ANSWER MY DAMN QUESTION YOU OLD FART!
Hitsujii: 1) Rude, young lady. 2) I am answering ur question.
Ushii: Remind me again, is Inounoshishi the one with the screenname Miss Piggy?
Nezumi: Yes. Mob-Birdy is Niwatori and Thing 1 and Thing 2 are Tatsumi Kyoudai Ani, and Tatsumi Koudai Otouto respectively.
Ushii: Your doing @Nezumi?
Nezumi: Yup.
Miss Piggy: I'm being serious, what does idk stand for?
Thing 2: Wait, you really don't know?
Thing 1: Ore-sama is surprised.
Uuma: ...
Sharyū: ...
Usagi: @Miss Piggy even I know what Idk means, and I'm not much of a texter. So how do you not kno it?
Hitsujii: Idk.
Mob-Birdy: @Hitsujii, don't set her off.
Hitsujii: Lol, couldn't help it.
Nezumi changed Hitsujii's name to TexSavyGramps.
TexSavyGramps: Oh, I like that. Thanx.
Nezumi: Np.
Sharyū: @Miss Piggy, Idk = I don't know. Hitsujii wasn't pulling your leg, he was really telling you what it means.
Miss Piggy: ... ... Oh... Now I feel stupid.
Tora: Don't tempt us on that. lol.
Sharyū: @Tora, be nice.
Nezumi changed Sharyū's name to Monkey-Action. Nezumi changed Tora's name to Drunken-Claws.
Uuma: ... ... Accurate...
Usagi: Nicknames are fun!
Nezumi changed Uuma's name to Beware-the-Quiet-One. Nezumi changed Usagi's name to Zombunny.
Zombunny: tytytytytytytytytytyty!!!!!!!
Beware-the-Quiet-One: Thank you...
Nezumi: Np.
Nezumi: But seriously, no one on this team has Dotsuku's contact information? How does everyone communicate with him outside the Juuni Taisen?
Monkey-Action: I guess no one besides Duodecuple does...
Drunken-Claws: I didn't think he was that much of a lone wolf tbh.
Miss Piggy: Tbh?
TexSavyGramps: Tbh = To Be Honest.
Miss Piggy: Oh...
Thing 2: @Miss Piggy you really don't know text lingo?
Thing 1: Ore-sama figured Inounoshishi would be on top of that. Since you're on your phone a lot.
Thing 2: I think she's too busy being on top of something else, lol.
Miss Piggy: Well, can't say you two are wrong on that.
Zombunny: ?
Nezumi: I'm with Usagi on this one. What's that supposed to imply?
Drunken-Claws: Urg, gross @Miss Piggy, @Thing 1, and @Thing 2. And there are children present!
Beware-the-Quiet-One: o.0... ... ... Not appropriate you three...
Monkey-Action: ... I'm with Uuma...
Mob-Birdy: I get it, but what's inappropriate about it?
TexSavyGramps: It's NOT something 2 say, or text in this case, in front of children. & we have 2 currently in the chat. 1 chronically, 1 mentally.
Beware-the-Quiet-One: I agree with Hitsujii...
Nezumi: You kno, I'm starting to think I don't wanna kno...
Zombunny: Ditto...
Ushii added Dotsuku to The Juuni.
Nezumi: ... o.0
Monkey-Action: ... o.0
Drunken-Claws: ... o.0
Beware-the-Quiet-One: ... o.0
TexSavyGramps: ... o.0
Zombunny: ... o.0
Thing 1: ... o.0
Thing 2: ... o.0
Miss Piggy: ...
Mob-Birdy:... Wait a minute. USHII had Dotsuku's number!!! How'd he get that when everyone else couldn't?!
Dotsuku: Cht, it's not really any of your business how he got it.
Ushii: Agreed. And to clear this up, I asked Dotsuku if he wanted to join this chat group before I added him. He agreed to join on a few conditions.
Nezumi: What sort of "Conditions"?
Dotsuku: First thing's first, besides Nez and Ushii, Who's who?
Nezumi: Tatsumi Kyoudai Ani is Thing 1, Tatsumi Koudai Otouto is Thing 2, Inounoshishi is Miss Piggy, Niwatori is Mob-Birdy. Hitsujii is TexSavyGramps, Sharyū is Monky-Action, Tora is Drunken-Claws, Uuma is Beware-the-Quiet-One, and Usagi is Zombunny.
Dotsuku: I take it the screen names are your doing, kiddo.
Nezumi: Yup.
Dotsuku: K. Thanx for telling me who's who.
Mob-Birdy: @Dotsuku Why did you need to kno that?
Dotsuku has blocked Mob-Birdy, Miss Piggy, Thing 1, and Thing 2 from Direct Messaging and calling number.
Thing 1: Hey!
Thing 2: Hey!
Mob-Birdy: Hey!
Miss Piggy: Hey!
Monkey-Action: o.0 Oh my.
Drunken-Claws: ROTFL!
TexSavyGramps: Well now... I kne he didn't trust them, but still.
Beware-the-Quiet-One: ... Ditto...
Zombunny: You can do that in here?
Nezumi: Apparently so.
Ushii: He did tell me he was going to do that. But to be fair, those four are the only ones he just doesn't trust.
Dotsuku: I have my reasons too.
Mob-Birdy: WHY DON'T YOU TRUST ME?!?!
Dotsuku: Ur kidding, right Birdbrain? Out of the four I blocked from my number, YOU'RE the one I trust the least! I'd sooner trust the Twins with making breakfast b4 I even think to trust you with anything.
Thing 1: Oooo.
Thing 2: Owch.
Zombunny: Why doesn't Dotsuku like Niwatori?
Dotsuku changed Mob-Birdy's name to Pervybirdy-Who-Wait-4-u-2-Sleep.
Nezumi: How'd you get Admin privileges? Ushii and I should be the only ones with that.
Dotsuku: Ushii accidentally did when he added me.
Ushii: Oops. I was unaware of that.
Monkey-Action: The name you gave Niwatori worries me...
Zombunny: Isn't Inounoshishi the pervert?
Thing 2: Uhh, what's that mean anyway?
Thing 1: Pretty sure it means Niwatori's a pervert like Piggy.
Pervybirdy-Who-Wait-4-u-2-Sleep: I am not!
Dotsuku: @Pervybirdy-Who-Wait-4-u-2-Sleep Yes you are. Or did you forget the reason why Duodecuple doesn't pair us up for overnight missions anymore?
Pervybirdy-Who-Wait-4-u-2-Sleep: Of course I didn't- Oh... Riiiiight... It wasn't THAT bad ya'know.
Dotsuku: *Growls* Don't try to downplay that shit, because neither Duodecuple nor I found it funny! You are damn lucky I didn't bite your head off, or your hands, during that.
Zombunny: I... Don't think I wanna know...
Nezumi: Me neither...
Beware-the-Quiet-One: ... ... ... ... ... o.0
Drunken-Claws: Uhh, I kinda agree with the kids on this... And I know what happened.
TexSavyGramps: Dare I ask how?
Drunken-Claws: Was on that mission with them when it happened. Trust me, Dotsuku would've bitten her hands off for it if it weren't for the fact that we did need her for that mission.
TexSavyGramps: ... I'm just going to say 'Yikes', and end it at that.
Miss Piggy: Hm?
Monkey-Action: Do I need to enrol Niwatori in those "Appropriate Behaviours" Classes alongside Shishi?
Pervybirdy-Who-Wait-4-u-2-Sleep: No!
Dotsuku: Yes.
Ushii changed Pervybirdy-Who-Wait-4-u-2-Sleep's name to Birdbrained. Ushii changed Dotsuku's name to I-Bite. Ushii changed Nezumi's name to SleepyRat. SleepyRat changed Ushii's name to By-the-Sword.
SleepyRat: Oh, nice screen names Ushii.
By-the-Sword: Ty.
Thing 2: Whoa! Who taught Ushii to use abbreviations?
By-the-Blade: Dotsuku.
I-Bite: Don't ask why it's no one's business.
Monkey-Action: Well, at least we're all together now.
Zombunny: Yippy!
SleepyRat: Well, now that evry1 has a screen name, I guess we can sign off for today.
By-the-Blade: Alright, ttfn.
Miss Piggy: Ttfn? What does that mean?
TexSavyGramps: Ttfn = Ta ta For Now. I'm actually surprised Ushii kne that. @I-Bite, did u teach him that?
I-Bite: What do u think? Yes, I taught him how to text and use abbreviations. And again, Don't Ask Why. It's no one's business.
Monkey-Action: I think it's sweet that you went out of your way to teach Ushii that. :-)
I-Bite: Cht, whatever floats ur boat Sharyū. L8tr.
Chat Ended for tonight.
~}i{~
Tatsumi Kyoudai Ani = Thing 1. Tatsumi Koudai Otouto = Thing 2. Inounoshishi = Miss Piggy. Niwatori = Birdbrained. Hitsujii = TexSavyGramps. Sharyū = Monkey-Action. Tora = Drunken-Claws. Uuma = Beware-the-Quiet-One. Usagi = Zombunny. Ushii = By-the-Sword. Dotsuku = I-Bite. Nezumi = SleepyRat.
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therealkrynnsub · 3 years
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The Last Trial Retrospective
Song: Battle of the Twins
1. (Final Draft) "Brother, stop!"
We could have said something like, "Stop right there" but we wanted to keep the mentioning of "Brother." It makes Caramon sound so cool when he kicks off this climactic battle of brothers.
2. "Behold your death in my eyes!"
"The meaning of the line should be interpreted as a threat... All the way from 'The Sword' there is no talk of dissuading Raistlin from finishing his quest-- Caramon hardly believes it's possible, that is why he sees confronting his brother as the only way out."-- Olga Leon
3. (Rough Draft) "Who are you, mere insect, to issue threats?"
In this line we see that even though Caramon would face Raistlin on equal footing, the almost-god Raistlin just sees him as a mere annoyance.
We had a hard time working in the word "insect" or "fly" in a way that all flowed well. With this rough draft, "are" was heavily emphazed."
(Final draft): "Am I to be threatened by such as you?"
What is he implying? Owch. The line flowed much more naturally with that phrasing.
4. (Rough draft)
"The same womb brought us both into life/
To a common tomb we shall go hence!"
We really liked the rhyme between womb/tomb but felt it could be phrased differently.
(Final Draft) "Our life began with sharing a womb/ And we'll end it here sharing a tomb!"
5. Raistlin (Rough Draft):
"I can't believe you're him/
My ever-docile twin/
But if it's true/
What's gotten into you?/
My brother trusted me/
He'd follow me through fire"
There were a couple things we wanted to improve in that rough draft. For one thing, technically it would be sung as "My E_ver docile twin." That odd space between syllables wasn't good. For another, "But if it's really true" rhymed well with "Whar's gotten into you," but it made it sound like he really was doubting Caramon's identity, rather than criticizing his behavior.
We fixed both in the final draft:
Raistlin: "I can't believe you're him/
My once so loyal twin/
The brother that I knew/
Would never act like you/
He'd put his trust in me.
He'd follow me through fire"
5. Takhisis: "Делай выбор, делай выбор,/
Делай выбор, маг!"
This line was connected to the one in "Beneath the Veil of Isis," so whatever we wrote here would be duplicated there (and vice-versa).
In a rough draft we said "Make your cho-oice, make your choi-oice/ Make your choi-oice, mage" because adding "now" just sounded like syllable filler. Throughout the show we were tempted many times to add the word "now" to any given line that needed an extra syllable. We were able to avoid adding "now" enough, though, that it does not stand out badly here. In fact, it adds to the urgency of it.
Takhisis (Final Draft): "Make your choice now, make your choice now/ Make your choice now, mage."
6. (Rough Draft) Caramon: "Do it before thoughts of the past are no more."
The first draft was written to warn Raistlin of an eternity of destruction where he would eventually forget what the world had once looked like. But Olga framed it differently:
"Here Caramon is urging Raistlin to make his final choice before all the good memories of their childhood are living, not yet tarnished by his last evil deed."
In the Final Draft, we rewrote the line as:
Caramon: "Do it before memories of old are no more."
In "Pray" Crysania sings (Final Draft): "I'm the one who was meant to cross the dark path he walks" and in "Seduction" she sings "I'm the only one able to help you...I'm the only one..."
But her ambition disqualifies her from being able to fulfil that role. Raistlin has no equal in power, it is true. No one can stop his destructive plan but himself. That said, Caramon doesn't need to be stronger than him to win this battle. He just needs the courage to face him and the wisdom to come armed with the truth.
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ramblingandpie · 4 years
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And my other fic for the SpecRecs challenge! Alivelesbian gave me a Miranda/Kasumi fluff prompt, and I had a lot of fun writing a heist for them.
Title: Something Shiny and New
No archive warnings apply
1500 words
Other tags include: heist, companionable snark, fluff, kleptomania
Miranda took one last look in the mirror. The gold dress fit flawlessly, of course. Carefully hidden stretch panels and pleats in the skirt assured that it didn’t impede her movement in any way. She didn’t have any weapons, but her biotic amp and omni-tool were well-hidden by some large but tasteful jewelry. She was no stranger to running in heels.
Still. She cocked an eyebrow at the hooded figure who sat perched on the bathroom countertop.
“It’s perfect,” Kasumi said. “All eyes will be on you.”
“I’d be amazed if anyone makes eye contact,” Miranda said dryly.
“Even better. One of these days, I should teach you the basics of pickpocketing. You’d be a pro in no time.”
“You say that as though I have anywhere to put things. This handbag holds nothing.”
“Not true. It held your lipstick.”
Miranda rolled her eyes and held out her hand. Kasumi gave her the lipstick back. Miranda unclipped her purse, put the lipstick back, and said “Shall we, then?”
“Let’s!” came the excited reply. Kasumi was invisible before her feet touched the floor.
There were times Miranda would kill for that kind of cloaking technology.
When they reached the reception room, she introduced herself impatiently with the false name that Kasumi had provided. She paused at the security checkpoints until she felt the ping on her wrist from her omni-tool that indicated Kasumi had moved past her. Those parts were easy. She could rehearse those steps in her head and prepare.
The next part?
Thank goodness for champagne. She snagged a glass from one of the waiters walking by. She made her way over to a large aquarium, and stood with her back to it as she scanned the room for the first target.
“There,” she heard Kasumi whisper in her ear. “By the fondue fountain. With the green tie. You look fabulous, by the way. Definitely best-dressed, if I was giving out awards.” The line went silent for a moment before Kasumi added, “I should give out awards at these things.”
Miranda weaved her way through the crowd to the fondue fountain, which drizzled waves of melted chocolate over an elaborate series of cascading pools.
“Do you think Shepard would let us install one on the Normandy?” Kasumi whispered into Miranda’s ear.
Miranda rolled her eyes, then looked over the options. After weeks of eating only the types of foods that kept well on starships, a small part of her wanted to grab all of it and run. Instead, she selected a kebab that had alternating deep red strawberries with cubes of pineapple. And a napkin, just in case.
Next, the tricky part.
She approached the fountain, and held the stick at a few different angles, trying to determine the best way to maximize the amount of chocolate she got while making sure not to splash any.
“First time?” a voice asked. She looked up and there he was. “Excellent selection.” He gestured at her kebab.
She smirked and hoped it came across as coy. “I don’t want to make a mess.”
“Allow me,” he said. She handed him the kebab, and he reached over and rolled it in one of the waves of chocolate. Then, he turned it over several times over one of the pools so the excess dripped off.
Miranda did her best not to think about proper food sanitation techniques.
“We use a special formula so that the chocolate hardens when it’s not flowing or in the heated fountain. See?” He handed her the kebab, and, true to his word, the chocolate was no longer dripping.
“Why thank you,” she said, thankful that at least he had only touched the stick.
“Go ahead,” he said.
She took a bite. She closed her eyes and sighed as she savored it. She opened them, and then quickly closed them again so she wouldn’t look at the ever-so-slight shimmer standing behind him.
“That is scrumptious. And you said you made it?”
He grinned. She thought this would be the difficult part, but it turned out that she didn’t need to do much. She simply gave him an opening to talk about himself.
After about a minute, she heard the whisper in her ear. “Got it.”
Now the more difficult part. She smiled and nodded as he waxed philosophically about searching for the perfect planet on which to grow cacao trees.
“I said I got it.”
“That is fascinating,” Miranda cut in when he was taking a breath. “If you’ll excuse me, though. I do need to get a refill.” She held up her empty champagne glass.
“Oh, allow me,” he said, and waved over one of the waiters walking around with trays. Miranda stifled the urge to destroy him.
“And use the ladies’ room.”
“Ah. That I cannot help you with.”
She took a deep breath as soon as she had managed to get out of sight. Fortunately, there were enough people that she didn’t have to go too far.
Kasumi materialized when she was safely in the bathroom.
“Individual rooms. Fancy,” she observed.
“You so owe me for this,” Miranda muttered.
Kasumi grinned. “Oh, you know I’m good for it. Besides, it’s good for you to practice. He turned out to be an easy mark. Your body language was screaming that you weren’t interested in the conversation. And trust me, I know when your body says you are interested in something.” She gave a teasing shimmy in Miranda’s direction.
Miranda rolled her eyes. “Please tell me you’ve figured out our next step?”
“Of course. While you were eating - which, by the way, I will point out that I didn’t get to have any - I scanned for possible routes. Do you think you can crawl through some vents in that dress? I kid. If we go through the laundry room, we should be fine.”
--
“Fine, you said.”
“Should be fine, I said.”
Miranda rubbed her forehead. “Did you have a plan for this?”
“Let me do a thorough scan.”
Miranda looked around. The control panel of the elevator was flashing red as Kasumi scanned it. “What about the escape hatch?” She pointed to the ceiling.
Kasumi shook her head. “Locked when the security alarm went off. Isn’t this exciting?” She turned to Miranda and grinned.
Miranda sighed. “I’ll be happy to let you relive it over cocktails later, assuming we escape. What are our options?”
Kasumi shrugged. “Well, we’re not going to be able to get either of the doors open. We could wait for them to come get us and try to fight our way out without any weapons at all. Or…” she grinned again.
“Or what?” Miranda asked.
“We could drop it.”
“We’re over 100 floors up.”
“Oh, that’s nothing. These elevators have enough safety breaks that we’ll only go a dozen or so and skid to a halt. We can deal with it then. Let me take a look.” Kasumi’s omni-tool flashed and buzzed through different options as she held her hand up to the control panel.
The banging started. “They’re in here!” came a muffled voice from outside the elevator.
“Kasumi. Please tell me you’re making progress.”
“Maybe.”
Miranda looked back and forth between the doors and Kasumi.
“Owch!” Kasumi yelped. “The bugger shocked me.”
“Put your weapons down! We’re opening the doors!” came a different voice.
Miranda sighed. She raised her right arm, and felt the tingle of the mass effect fields as she began to manipulate them with her hand. She brought her arm down quickly, and then dove over Kasumi to bring them both to the floor.
There was a loud bang as the ceiling of the elevator crumpled, throwing shards of mirrored glass onto the biotic barrier Miranda had hastily thrown up around the two of them.
Then the weightlessness as the elevator, no longer connected to the upper cable, plunged down.
Kasumi howled with laughter.
--
“So, I understand that I owe you now?” Kasumi said, smiling, as she wiggled in closer.
They sat in the port observation deck, which Kasumi had turned into her own cove of treasures. Miranda had her right arm draped over Kasumi’s shoulders.
“I believe I did say that, yes.”
“You did. I was there.”
Kasumi turned to face Miranda and grinned. “So. Money? Jewels? I picked up quite a few of each.” With several grand flourishes, she dropped three credit chips, an ostentatious diamond ring, two watches, and a brilliantly sparkling necklace, gold with several dozen emeralds inlaid, into Miranda’s lap. “This, I think, would look absolutely stunning on you.” She disentangled herself and lifted the necklace. Within the blink of an eye, she had fastened it around Miranda’s neck.
“I was right,” Kasumi said. “I have excellent taste.” She kept her hands resting on Miranda’s neck, and then traced one collarbone. “Unless you had something else in mind?”
Miranda sighed and grinned. “You have the oddest sense of foreplay.”
Kasumi shrugged. “It doesn’t always have to end in explosions. But I do so like to have something shiny and new to play with. If we can combine it with stealing industry secrets that can go on to help millions have access to food, well,” she said, eyeing the disc she’d picked up from their first target, “a girl can multitask.”
“Such a philanthropist.”
“What can I say,” Kasumi said. “I love to give.”
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raven-black102 · 5 years
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The Underground Ring
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Requested by Anonymous: jasper hale X boxer reader please
I've added a few things to the story. The reader is a boxer in an underground fighting ring. The reader is very close friends of the boss and get paid a lot of money to support family and other shit. There also a secret the reader has kept from her Sister Bella. How you like it and enjoy!
(Y/n)'s POV
"So your coming?" I asked my sister as we sat at a table by ourselves. "I mean. Just don't get hurt." Bella said as she bit her bottom lip. I narrowed my eyes at her as she looks towards the door. I raised an eyebrow as I follow her gaze to see the Cullen's. "I'll see you later." Bella said as she packed her things.
"Bells." I said sternly making her stop as she looks at me. "You don't have to come if you don't feel comfortable. I understand." I said softly as she looks at me. "I don't want you to go." She said as I sighed heavily. "I hate seeing you limping in pain when you come home- If you ever come home. You'll disappear for days and me and dad won't hear a single word about you." Bella said as I frown slightly.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled as I kissed her forehead causing her to gasp. "I'm already in to deep. I can't get out." I said as I grabbed my stuffed and walked outside to my bike.
"(Y/n)! Please! Don't go!" Bella begged as I started my bike. "Bella Swan." I said as she wrapped her arms around me hugging me tightly. "Please. I don't want to lose you." Bella said as I saw Edward waited by the wall. I narrowed my eyes at him know what and who he and his family are.
'Take care of my sister for me will you Edward?' I asked as his eyes widen looking at me. 'I'll be gone for a few weeks. Make sure nothing happen to her.' I thought as he nod his head. "Come on. I need you to give me some luck in my match tonight. If you want you can take your boyfriend with ya." I said as Bella look to the school to see Edward standing there.
"Okay. But." Bella started causing me to laugh softly. "Don't worry I'll have a room for you and them." I said kissing her cheek before getting on. "Your just gonna leave without saying goodbye?" I heard as I smiled slightly seeing Jasper walking out. "Well if I do your just gonna make it difficult for me to leave then yeah." I said as Bella went to Edward.
"Maybe it's because I don't want you to go." Jasper said softly as I pecked his lips. "Its my job." I said softly as Jasper frowns. "You don't have to work." Jasper said as I smiled at him. "I want to. Its what I'm good at." I said as I peck his lips one more time before riding off to a secret hideout.
Time Skip
3rd Person POV
Bella, Edward, and Jasper were in a room a bit far away from everyone and the ring. It's been almost 2 weeks since (Y/n) left to who knows where and Bella found a note saying where (Y/n) would be. "Hello everyone in here with (Y/n) (L/n). How do you feel?" The reporter asked as (Y/n) is wearing nothing but black clothing.
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"I feel a bit excited. You know. Being the 'Queen' f the underworld is what people calls me." (Y/n) said with a smiled that light up the whole room. "How long have you been doing this?" The reporter asked as (Y/n) bit her bottom lip.
"Oh where do I begin?" (Y/n) laughs softly as she looks up. "Um... I'd say when I was about around 10. I helped my boss create this place and the rules. We don't fight just for bets and shit. We do it for fun." (Y/n) said as the reporter nods there head.
"So let talk about your Boss William Blake. Is he really in charge or is it you?" The Reporter asked causing (Y/n) to burst out laughing. "William." (Y/n) started with a smile as Jasper frown feeling a bit Jealous. "Don't worry about William Jasper. His married and has two kids and a baby on it way." Bella said as Jasper slightly relaxed.
"William is a family man. He has kids of his own you know. I may have helped him built this place but his the one that supports and pay for all this." (Y/n) said with a soft smile that can make anybody weak on there knees. "Wow. Um... One last question." The reporter said causing (Y/n) to nod her head. "Are you single?" The reporter asked blushing madly.
"You want me too?" (Y/n) joked with a wink before walking away. Jasper slightly chuckled at (Y/n) flirty playfulness. "Now its time for the match." The reporter said still blushing as the screen when dark.
Time Skip (cause I'm to lazy to write a fight scene)
With a smooth dodge (Y/n) and jumped on her opponent and wrapped her legs around there neck. (Y/n) used her weight and quickly spined her opponent and knocked then down.
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(Y/n) got up as the ref started to count to ten only for the opponent to get up at eight. "Come on (Y/n)!" Jasper and Bella yelled at the screen. (Y/n) smiled slightly as she walked towards her opponent only for then to grab her and throw her roughly on the mat.
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"(Y/n)!" Jasper and Bella yelled causing Edward to chuckle. The ref startes to count to ten only for (Y/n) to slowly get up with a blood coming out of her forehead. "Stay down bitch!" The opponent snarled causing Jasper to slightly hiss. "I can do this all day." (Y/n) said with a small grin as Bella chuckled. (Captain America reference anybody?)
The opponent went for another punch only for (Y/n) to push them and moved back. "Her special kick." Bella said in awe as (Y/n) jumped high and spined before moving a leg out kicking the opponent hard in the face.
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"Smack!" The hit knocked out the opponent cause the ref to say the match is over as (Y/n) whipped the blood away. "Here is you win of this match is (Y/n)!" The ref yelled causing everyone to cheer. (Y/n) quickly left to change and bandaid up the cut so Jasper doesn't loss control.
Time Skip
"Owch!" (Y/n) hissed as Carlisle chuckled slight. "Quite whining (Y/n). You had worst." William said as Jasper stood next to him. "I know I have you donk. Ow!" (Y/n) yelled as Carlisle put some rubbing alcohol on the cut. "The perks of being a boxer." (Y/n) mumbled under her breath.
"So you must be Jasper Hale. Nice to finally meet you." William said as him and Jasper shake hands. "I would say the same but (Y/n) never told me about this little side career." Jasper said as he glared at (Y/n) playfully.
"That alright. (Y/n) doesn't like mixing her career life with her personal life. That why she changed her last name to (L/n) instead of Swan. That and her father would have killed her and come for me." William said with a wide grin.
"Reasonable." Jasper said as Carlisle raised placed a band aid and pat her head. "That should do." Carlisle said as (Y/n) looks up at him with a soft smile. "Can you not tell Charlie about this Carlisle please." (Y/n) said causing Carlisle to slightly smile a nod his head before leaving along with William.
"Does this mean your done fighting?" Jasper asked as he walks towards (Y/n). "Nope. I am born as a fighter. It just gonna be one of the perks you going to have to deal with." (Y/n) joked causing Jasper to slightly smile softly. "I can deal with that. As long as you tell me when you'll go here and that you doing come home with cuts and bruises." Jasper said sternly.
(Y/n) chuckled as she peck Jasper cold lips. "No promises. But since I did win do I get a reward?" (Y/n) purred as she wraps her arms around Jasper neck. "Mhm." Jasper hums as he pulled her close and picks her up. "I'll give your reward in the showers." He purred out softly as they went to the bathroom where the shower is.
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Tagged: @ravenmoore14
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mrs-berry · 4 years
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Seat Buddies Ch 2: Math Class
By mrs_berry
Click here to read this fic on AO3.
Summary: For Adrien, not flirting and joking with Marinette during math class is like trying to divide by 0; it is impossible.
Post-reveal, established relationship, aged up.
♡♡♡
Adrien couldn't believe his good luck.
The second semester of the year had just started. The previous semester had been so wonderful, especially as he got to sit next to the love of his life in the back of chemistry class for many weeks.
He was so ready to be disappointed by the lack of flirting and joking, and was sure nothing would compare to the magical time he spent in that class with her.
But with great power, came great responsibilities. Except in his case, it was with great girlfriends laced with magical side effects, came great seating arrangements.
That is, Adrien once again found himself sitting adjacent to his eye-rolling, groaning girlfriend—but this time they were at the back of Monsieur Seguin's math class.
"Do the gods want me to fail this class?" he heard Marinette mumble before her face was suddenly buried in her arms, hiding her distressed, yet slightly amused, expression.
Adrien knew she was actually very happy about their situation, but he decided to play along.
"Purrhaps. Though I'm pretty sure the kwamis are actually blessing you. I'm great at math, you know?"
"That's not the issue here and you know it," she grumbled, lifting her head slightly to project her voice to him a little better.
"Then, what's the issue, my dear seat buddy?" Adrien asked, with feigned ignorance.
"Don't play dumb with me, you know exactly what the problem is," she shot back. But Adrien could see the flicker of amusement and anticipation in her eyes. He knew she enjoyed being his seat buddy, despite all her protests saying otherwise.
M. Seguin entered into the classroom at that moment, effectively ending that line of conversation.
As it was the first day of classes, Adrien decided to be kind to his girlfriend and let her pay attention to the lecture.
However, when it came time for them to solve some problems with a partner, Adrien pounced at the opportunity to begin his sweet torture.
"Hey, did you notice that M. Seguin was holding graph paper?" he asked Marinette, giving her a gentle poke in her arm to garner her attention.
"Uh, that's a weird question. But no, I didn't notice," she replied, looking up from her math sheet.
"Well, he is. And I think he's plotting something."
"..."
"..."
"Oh my gosh. Are you seriously starting now?" Marinette sighed in exasperation. "If your goal is to distract me, then good luck because you and your goal are like two parallel lines."
"Oof." He raised his hand to his heart dramatically.
"I knew something was up when you were quiet for the whole class. But did it really take you that long to come up with that awful graph joke?"
"Not at all. I was just sparing you at first," Adrien smirked. "And giving you a sense of false hope."
"I knew your silence was too good to be true," Marinette gave a good-natured eye-roll and grin, before returning to her math problems. "You know, there's a fine line between good and bad jokes and, somehow, you always manage to cross it."
"Yeah? Well, did you know there's a fine line between a numerator and a denominator?"
Marinette's lip twitched, but she managed to suppress her smile with a frown and an unimpressed, "Mhm."
"There's also a fine line right between your eyebrows," he chuckled with amusement as he poked her frown lines.
Marinette batted his hand away, unable to suppress her smile any longer.
"I get the feeling that the probability that you're going to keep this up the whole time we're sitting next to each other is 100%."
"You're right, as always, M'Lady."
Adrien decided to take a moment to at least put some answers on his math sheet, in case the teacher came around.
After answering half the questions, he piped up again, "Do you like math?"
"Pfft, no. Does anyone?"
"Yeah, me neither... the only number I'm interested in is yours," Adrien replied smoothly, adding a wink at the end.
"Oh, kitty. I'm not sure you could handle such a large number," she quipped back with a seductive smirk.
"I know I could. It would be as easy as 3.1415926535," he waggled his eyebrows in return. "Or as the common folk refer to it, pi."
"Alright there, stud. You do realize math puns are a sine of madness, right?"
"Well, I am madly in love with you," Adrien admitted with a toothy grin.
Marinette felt the heat rise to her cheeks. Without fail, he always made her heart race when he professed his love for her, even when doing so in the dorkiest of ways.
Giving him a flustered smile, she spoke in a low voice, "Well, I less than three U, two."
It only took a second for Adrien to piece that little puzzle together. He beamed happily at her, enjoying the warm, fuzzy feelings that their relationship often brought forth in him.
"You're such acute girlfriend. How did I get so lucky?" he sighed in utter bliss, shifting closer to her so that their legs were pressed together. Dropping his voice low, he added, "I wish I was your math homework."
Marinette looked at his mischievous smile, waiting in quiet anticipation for what he would say next. Based on the fact he was whispering very quietly, she was a little worried he'd take it too far.
"Because then I'd be hard and you'd be doing me on your desk."
"Ch—Adrien!" Marinette yelled in a chiding tone, her voice sounding a bit strangled.
Adrien grinned cheekily. Mission accomplished. He loved her reactions.
"Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng. Raising your voice like that—I assume you have something to share with the class?"
Marinette's face turned the colour of a ripe tomato.
"N-no, M. Seguin. Sorry for shouting," she managed to reply, discreetly slapping Adrien's leg as he smiled in pure amusement at her embarrassment.
"Very well. Please be sure to continue using your indoor voice in this class from now on." The teacher glanced at the clock. "Anyway, time is up. Any unfinished questions on your worksheet are homework. Class is dismissed."
Adrien leaned toward Marinette with a shit-eating grin.
"Looks like you'll get to do me—I mean, your math homework—on your desk tonight."
"Laugh all you want, but you should know that your sexual life has just become the same as the square root of negative one," Marinette rebutted with a devious smirk. "Meaning, it's imaginary."
"Me-owch, Mari!" Adrien said with feigned hurt.
"In fact, the number of kisses you'll be receiving tonight is equal to twelve multipled by," she lowered her voice to a whisper, before finishing with, "zero."
Adrien laughed and pulled a slightly struggling Marinette into his arms in an embrace of reconciliation.
After a few seconds, she ceased her struggles and booped him on the nose before returning the warm hug.
Adrien smiled into her hair. He just loved her playfulness. He was already looking forward to spending all his math classes with her. Hopefully, he could tutor her, too, like he did for their chemistry class last semester. And, with any luck, those tutor sessions would be a little more than simply studying for their class.
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andiwantitliao-blog · 5 years
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Kaitlyn x MC (AU). Its set at highschool where kaitlyn and MC meet for the first time.
All characters are mine other than kaitlyn.
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The New Girl. Part 2
Charlotte sat down to dinner with her mum and brother. Pushing the food around her plate, she was still thinking of what Laura had said earlier that day. She couldn't believe that Laura had taken that step. That on a trip to aspen, she met a college guy and they...
It wasn't surprising. Laura had always been the most flirtatious girl she knew and the most impulsive. Charlotte's mind though, couldn't let it go. Not the fact that it had been Laura that did it; it was more the subject of sex itself. It was difficult to avoid the subject at school. Kyle and sara weren't going to be much help with that considering the way they were going at eachother. Add that to the fact that most of the guys were constantly bragging and a lot of the girls weren't much better. Teenagers can seldom escape it being pushed at them, but it was something that never seemed interesting to Charlotte. In all the romantic movies she watched, sex scenes were amped up to be a huge deal, but with any of her past boyfriends, the urge to go any further than kissing was just never there.
After dinner, Charlotte went to her room to start on her creative writing assignment. She pulled some fresh pyjamas from the closet and walked over to draw her curtains. As she stood at the window, she noticed a man carrying a large box into the house directly across the street. Without a second thought she closed the drapes and got changed. Writing felt like second nature to her as she burned through her homework, trying desperately to wipe the thoughts of Laura's vacation escapades from her mind.
Once she had finished, Charlotte called Connor upstairs so they could watch a movie together before his bed time. Within minutes, they had fallen asleep together on her bed with the movie still playing.
Arriving at school the next day, Charlotte noticed the twins looking uneasy. Rushing over to them with concern, Charlotte asked.
"What happened?"
"Oh god, it's terrible!" Justin began.
"Just awful!" Kevin carried on.
"Guys, focus. What's happened?"
"Actually, we don't know. Laura is on the war path and either, no one knows how to calm her down. Or they're too scared to."
"Urg. Fine, where is she?"
"Follow the trail of terrified freshmen and you'll find her." Kevin laughed.
Charlotte ran up the school steps and through the doors. The twins weren't wrong, it looked as though Laura had snapped at every one of the students in the hall. As she jogged down the hallway, she heard crying softly coming from the girls bathroom. Charlotte opened the door slowly and already in the mirror she could see Laura's bright blonde hair draped over her face.
"Lor... can I come in?" Charlotte asked softly. Without a word of reply, a hand gripped charlotte's wrist and pulled her through tell doorway. "OK. OWCH! What the hell Laura?!"
Laura didn't say a word. Instead she handed Charlotte her phone which had the social media account of someone called Joe Huckstep open on he screen. Charlotte scrolled down and it became quickly clear who this guy was. Several pictures of Laura in her underwear... and worse had been posted online and had already gained a large following. Charlotte locked the phone and threw her arms around Laura, holding her without saying a word.
"I don't... how could he?! My life is ruined! It's RUINED!" Laura screamed. Charlotte had no idea what to say. The humiliation must have been unbearable and the betrayal even worse. "I... I need to go. I've got to get home.." Laura mumbled frantically, pushing her hair away from her face and dabbing at the corners of her eyes. "I've got to..." She was cut off by charlotte's arms wrapping around her shoulders again. Her hand came up to hold the back of Laura's head to her shoulder as the last few tears spilled out.
"Go home babe. I'll explain that you had to leave. Maybe you can..." charlotte's voice was cut off as the door of the bathroom opened again. This time, in walked kaitlyn who stopped in shock as she saw Laura nuzzled against Charlotte's neck.
"Oh, sorry... I just wanted to..." before she could finish, Laura's eyes shot up to meet kaitlyn's, burning through her with white hot rage. "Um.. I'll just..." she said quietly as she pulled the door closed behind her.
Laura called her dad and was gone within minutes, leaving Charlotte to tell the school her friend had to leave and to call her parents to confirm.
Home room was a lot quieter without Laura there to mass attention from the other students. At this point you could hear kyle and sara's lips smacking as they shamelessly made out. The twins sat either side of Charlotte who was in a daze, thinking of what her best friend must be going through.
"So..."
"Spill it!" The twins probed.
"Sorry boys. Its not something I can talk about."
"Ohh sounds juicy." Justin smirked. "Is it to do with Mr college man. The one she's been bragging about?"
Charlotte felt herself blush but just as quickly shook it off. "Don't exhaust your brain cell Justin. I really can't say so don't try and guess."
"Wow. Catty!" Kevin laughed as they both moved back to their seats. Charlotte rested her head in her hands and tried to compose herself. She hadn't noticed the chair next to her being pulled out, or kaitlyn now sitting there looking over at her. She didn't look up until she heard the rustle of a piece of paper being placed on her desk. As she moved her hands away from her eyes, she noticed a sheet of notebook paper, folded up and twisted in to the shape of a small flower.
"What's this?" She asked, picking it up to get a better look.
"You kind of looked like you might need it. There's no decent flower stall in the school so it's the best I could do..." kaitlyn grinned sheepishly.
"Wow. That's... really sweet." Charlotte felt her face warming. Assuming it was just the embarrassment of being caught off guard, she ignored it. "...But, trust me. Its not me that's having a bad day."
"Is it your friend?" Kaitlyn asked timidly. "I saw you two.. kind of, having a moment earlier."
"Its... I dont know. People can be really cruel, you know."
"Oh I know. Before we moved here, I met plenty of those people back in Texas."
"But why? I don't get what someone else gets from hurting someone. Someone that they were supposed to be good to. Why would you hurt someone who's crazy about you?"
Kaitlyn flinched at what Charlotte had said. Her mind raced with all the possibilities of what she could mean. "I don't know. I guess these shitty people make us feel better by giving us a chance to appreciate the people who are good to us."
"That sounds like a really optimistic way of looking at life. And a little unrealistic." Charlotte grumbled.
"I guess. But it's better than 'bad things are going to happen and that's that.'"
"You're right..." Charlotte lifted the paper flower to her face and mockingly sniffed it. "...well, I appreciate the flower. And the good person who gave it to me."
Kaitlyn choked on her breath as she saw Charlotte smile at her. The way her eyes were glistening with pained tears and the color of her cheeks from burying her face. "Thanks. Its nice to be appreciated." She laughed.
School went on as usual for the rest of the day. Charlotte was glued to her phone, waiting for some kind of message from Laura, but there was none. As the last bell rang, Charlotte gathered her things and walked to the main doors of the school. As she sat on the steps waiting for her ride, she found herself looking for kaitlyn. Instead she noticed the twins coming toward her with kyle and sara in tow.
"Hey charlie" kyle said, as though it wasn't the first time he'd spoke to her since school started. "You remember sara right?"
"Yeah, we hung out a lot last term. Though it's weird to see her without you hanging from her face kyle." Charlotte grinned.
"Oh.. um" kyle rubbed the back of his neck while sara dissolved into a mean blush. "Yeah. We got together other the summer"
"I'm glad, you two were always flirting before. Congrats guys."
"Anyway!" The twins spoke up in unison. "We didn't just come over to tell you that kyle's tongue is glued to sara's." Justin added.
"Yeah. We're throwing a party this weekend and we need out favourite girl's presence there." Kevin said with a wicked grin. "And also we need to borrow some party essentials from you."
"There's always a catch." Charlotte sighed with a smile. "No problem. You can pick it up whenever, it's all in the garage."
"Excellent" Justin yelled. "Will Laura be coming?"
"You'd have to ask her. I can't say."
"Fine we will. But just so you know, I'm planning to find out the big secret, if it's the last thing I..." Justin stopped abruptly.
"Charlie?" Kaitlyn's voice carried from behind her.
"Oh hey! I was wondering if you'd be waiting too." Charlotte said gleefully.
"Oh don't mind us..." Kevin said mockingly.
"Sorry. Guys this is kaitlyn. Kaitlyn, this is..."
"I'm Justin." "And I'm kevin" the twins said respectively. "And the symbiote over there is 50% kyle, 50% sara."
"Nice to meet you. I think we're in the same science class right?" Kaitlyn spoke confidently.
"We are!" The twins both grinned. "Anyway Charlie, we'll be in touch, don't forget about the party. Kaitlyn, you should come too." The twins called back as they walked away. Kyle and sara both walked off hand in hand leaving the two girls alone.
"So, a party? At the start of school?" Kaitlyn mused.
"Yeah. The twins have their own way of doing things, but you get use to them." Charlotte laughed. "So are you waiting for your parents to pick you up?"
"My mum usually gets me but she's going to be late today." Kaitlyn sighed.
"I could ask my mum to drop you off. Just text your parents that they don't need to pick you up."
"Oh. No I couldn't ask that." Kaitlyn said as she fiddled with the hem of her shirt.
"I offered so you don't have to ask." Charlotte winked, sending a flurry of heat to kaitlyn's face.
"Umm, ok. Thank you."
As charlotte's mum pulled up to the school, she ran to the car to ask if kaitlyn could have a ride. With a smile, her mum agreed and Charlotte ushered kaitlyn in to the car.
"Hi. Who are you? Do you go to school with Charlie? Why do you have those rings in your ears? I've seen them on my cartoons. Are you a Renegade Rock Ranger?"
"Connor!" Charlotte stopped him. "Enough questions. This is kaitlyn, she's a new friend and if she were a Rock Ranger, she wouldn't be allowed to tell you. Remember?"
"Oh... Yeah. I guess so." He said with defeat in his voice.
"Playing songs and righting wrongs. Saving the world all night long. All who threaten people's joys, beware our music. Rock Rangers noise." Kaitlyn recited the Rock Rangers oath in a hushed tone to Connor, making him bounce with excitement. "Keep my secret, or they'll kick me out of the Rangers, ok?" Connor nodded his head and wiped the expression from his face as he tried to hold in her 'secret'.
"Where abouts do you live kaitlyn?" Charlotte's mum asked from the drivers seat.
"Reynolds street. The house with the blue door." She said softly.
"Oh.. well that's handy." She replied. "Charlie, you could have said she lived so close."
"I honestly didn't know." Charlotte laughed.
As the car pulled up to kaitlyn's house, she quickly let herself out. Kaitlyn ruffled Connor's hair and brought a shushing finger to her lips as a reminder of his promise. Connor nodded silently, zipping his lips.
"So, I'll see you in home room?" Kaitlyn asked shyly.
"Or before." Charlotte smiled as she tapped the back of her mums seat, signalling for her to go. Kaitlyn looked on in confusion as the car pulled in to the driveway directly across the street from her but relented with a laugh. As Charlotte walked to her front door, she looked over her shoulder to see kaitlyn still watching her with a smile. Charlotte hurried inside, trying to escape anyone seeing the blush that was written all over her face.
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manabingu · 5 years
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Birthday Summery I guess?...
Even though nobody here cares lol.
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Started the day by waking up TERRIFIED for my life cuz a tornado watch was issued for my county & my phone's weather alert alarm 🚨 gave me a heart attack.Apparently one tornado was spotted to have touched down. My sis played Jonghyun's happy bday song & it helped put a bittersweet smile. She also gave me her gifts after checkin the mail for me and I got my gifts! (I can't believe she found a Yue strap at HolMat AHHH! And I got me a Kamen Rider Decade phone case & to hear more Blake Shepard,the DiaLovers DVD) Now that I was awake and scared, I calmed my anxiety by opening my Utapri Shining Live app & the boys gave me Happy Birthday 🎁 wishes. They honestly made me feel loved and cared for. I know it's a silly rhythm game app,but sometimes when I feel lonely or sad, hearing kind words- even from a fictional character you care about can make one feel happy to still be alive.
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After that, I went to the post office to send mail to my buddies @marcosatsu , @kittykatsandbox & @tyrestgwa cuz I wanted others to feel happiness instead eheh. Giving is a good feel. They probably won't arrive exactly on time for Christmas 🎄 but ;u; I tried💔.
After that I went to get boba tea,takoyaki,macaroons,lychee mochi ice cream, & a sushi bowl with sis as my lunch. Then I worked! We threw a Holiday party where they made cards,decorated cookies & played Holiday Bingo for prizes! It was fun & we did Secret Santas & my coworker got me giftcards for Dunkin Donuts & Barnes & Noble!
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After work, my fams took me to this restaurant I discovered via some random Insta-Ad. It's called J-Petal AND I LOVED IT SO MUCH. I am now just gonna make it a tradition to not have cake, I just want birthday crepes cuz OOF it was DELICIOUS. I had the Matcha Valentine crepe & my life is complete.
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Throughout the day I got calls and texts from my irl friends and my friends on my other social medias. I got some from a couple of people I really didn't expect so it made it even more meaningful;u; But yeh I finished off my day by going to watch Mary Poppins Returns & I CRIED 3 TIMES. I'm in love with that film. I need to watch it 30000990938383 more times tbh. It really hit me hard in the feels owch.
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I'm thankful to the people who did take time out of their day to send me well wishes. It honestly did make me I guess more aware of what I need to prioritize & just, made me aware of my surroundings. I know that my birthday is the hardest day of the year. If I could just become a hermit I would. It's hard for me to accept being happy. But everyone who gave me a kind gesture really made me feel loved and appreciated. Im kinda tearing up as I write this. But it's the first year where I didn't try to do something rash. I'm glad I was able to have many small happy moments today.
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"It's nice here, isn't it?" Luna asked Emily happily, "nothing like where I was staying before, that was delightful." Luna was often in her own world and Emily often ignored her.
"Was it?" Emily mumbled, not loud enough for Luna to hear. Luna had been staying in a house with people just like her, she was very 'disturbed' as the doctors said, they also said that she was a danger to herself and others. Therefore, the only thing they could do was to put her in an asylum of sort, although they didn't call it that. Emily did, she actually called it the 'nut house', but that was only in her head. Emily knew there were people watching, she wished Luna didn't keep insisting on her daily walks.
Whenever she thought badly of her sister's illness, Emily looked around and seen that Luna had stopped, "what are you looking at?" She asked Luna, walking up to her and looking to where she was.
"Two men are watching us" Luna said calmly, then her mood changed completely. "Emily why are they looking! Men aren't supposed to be here, they shouldn't be here!" She was shouting so loudly and Emily was trying to calm her down but she knew Luna couldn't hear her. As Luna had kneeled on the floor and covered her ears and began rocking. Emily bent down to become face to face with her and pulled out her sister's pills and gave her one. They were running low.
To Emily's surprise no one was gathered around them but the two men had made their way over and were waiting. "Can I help you?" Emily demanded, placing a hand on her hip.
"Is she okay?" One asked, he had long-ish dirty blonde hair with, what looked like a burn scar on his face.
Even if he looked genuinely concerned but Emily said bluntly, "she's fine..."
"Negan would like to speak to you. Follow me" Simon said, he had next to no sympathy for them, before Emily could object, he said "Dwight will take her home." Emily wanted to refuse but she knew better than that, she wasn't stupid. She'd seen what happened. Emily was escorted to Negan's office by Simon, she watched as Dwight walked Luna out of sight. The good thing, Emily thought was that Dwight hadn't laid a finger on Luna. Emily respected that.
"Good afternoon, little lady. May I offer you a drink?" Negan charmed, motioning to the whiskeys on the side.
"No thank you" Emily replied, she had been told by many of the women who worked that he may call her into his office. She felt like she was back in the office, when she got her first serious job Emily had worked in an office block. She couldn't remember what she was doing but Emily could remember clearly what the boss wanted from the young women, herself included. Emily waited for Negan to speak again, she was getting a little impatient, she needed to get back to Luna. No matter how nice the men were here, they were always after something.
"As I'm sure your aware, there is a system here, at the Sanctuary" This all sounded very rehearsed, but Emily knew that there was a system. You learned that system quickly or the hard way. "We like to respect the women here-" Negan was cut off with a snigger from Sherry. Emily knew who she was, Sherry was the one who warned her about some of the men in the work place. Negan glared at her, but couldn't say much as he was trying to sell her life to Emily. "Emily, you have two options- as you were given when you arrived- it is time to make your choice..." Negan smiled, it wasn't a grin. Emily thought it was a genuine smile but then she looked to see how many women were in the room... he has had the practice to perfect that smile.
"Yes...erm. I'm going to work for my points" Emily said, earning a smile from Sherry, adding, "In the garage." Emily had thought it over for about a week and she didn't want to be his pet. Sherry had helped her understand what they were there for, 'to look pretty' Sherry had said. Looking at the women in the room now, Emily understood that.
"Of course," Negan said, almost disappointed, Emily guessed that was rehearsed too. "If you change your mind... you know where I am." Negan couldn't understand why a beautiful young woman like her would refuse, then he turned to his wives. Perhaps she thought she wasn't good enough for him, he was about to make his final pitch but Emily had gotten there first.
"Thank you, sir" Emily replied, before being escorted out by Simon.
The months flown by for Emily, she was always busy in the garage. The men weren't as intelligent as her when it came to cars and trucks. She seemed to know more, therefore she had to do all the work. She would say she didn't mind but she did. She at least wanted the help, they could be learning all this stuff while helping her out. Emily wished they would, she had a strong feeling that she wouldn't be doing this for much longer, Luna was running low on her pills.
Every morning was the same and today was no exception. Emily said goodbye to Luna, kissing her on the forehead and then headed to the garage. Here was were Emily had to open up the garage and begin the work from yesterday. Emily was doing the managers jobs and workers jobs, why they turned up, she didn't know. She was thinking of telling Negan they didn't do anything but she knew that wouldn't help.
Emily set down her gloves on the desk and checked the log book, they had managed to keep track of the date, today Negan was coming back from another village. Emily was going to have a lot of trucks to fix, and what will the others do? Fuck all, Emily huffed at the thought. They were late, not that it mattered... Emily had thought and rehearsed a whole speech last night about how they need to start working. At this rate, they weren't showing. Emily hoped they would turn up for when Negan got back so she they could tell them where they needed to park and fill out the book and collect the keys. All while she worked on late jobs. Emily was just winding herself up now.
A couple hours had passed and Emily was nearly catching up with the work. The men were still a no show, along with Negan. She wondered when he would be arriving, or if he would return. That was something everyone wanted to talk about but couldn't, what would happen if Negan didn't return? Emily thought Simon would take over. Luna wanted Dwight to, Emily reckoned Luna had a crush on Dwight...
After Simon had taken Emily out of Negan's office, Emily ran back to her room. She was stopped by Dwight, "You shouldn't run, you might fall" He said. Emily just stared, what was there to say to that? Dwight moved aside and Emily walked to see Luna.
"Luna?" Emily questioned as she pulled the curtain back, Luna was sitting on the bed, twirling her hair around her finger. "erm" Emily raised her eyebrow and stared at her.
"Hello, Emily" Luna dazed, she was still twirling her hair around her finger.
"Hi, Luna" Emily said, then closed the curtain and sat on the opposite bed, "What you doing there, Luna?" She asked.
"Dwight's great, isn't he?" Luna asked.
"I wouldn't say-"
"I mean, he's really sweet. He walked me all the way here. A real gentleman" Luna continued to twist a piece of hair around her finger.
"Well, he was told to do that-"
"That's not what he told me, Emily!" Luna snapped, "Your just jealous because he's nicer to me-"
"No, Luna" Emily said, "Stop over reacting. Whatever he said to you..." Emily trailed off and then changed her tone, "Just be careful, okay?"
Emily found herself smiling at the thought of Luna, she did miss her. She missed how laid back she could be with her, but that was before she had to take care of Luna. Emily jumped up when she heard a bang on the door, causing her to hit her head on the car as she was underneath it. "Owch!" Emily shouted, that was it, she was annoyed. She stormed over the garage door and lifted it open, "What?!" She demanded. Then realised that it was Negan and his men.
"That's no way to talk to the boss, Emily..." Bobby said, appearing from nowhere, he was supposed to be here three hours ago. He's supposed to be the manager of the garage... He turned to look at Negan, "Sorry boss... she's still learning" He rolled his eyes playfully, he was winding her up. She knew that, she knew she shouldn't rise to it.
Negan chuckled, "I'm sure she's not the one learning, Bobby." Emily couldn't believe he was sticking up for her. "Come on, let's get those trucks in" Negan ordered, Emily went to take the keys off Negan for his truck, he pulled them out of her reach, "I wanna talk to you for a minute." He said quietly.
"There's Bobby's office" Emily said spitefully. Bobby was about to object but Negan moved Lucille and he walked away. Negan led the way to the office. "Whatever you're going to say, they didn't-"
"No" Negan said, holding his finger to his mouth, telling her to be quiet. Emily didn't like that but she didn't react. "I talk first" He added, "Why don't you tell me, calmly, what the matter is?"
Emily thought, you'll get calmly in a minute. Then took a deep breath but that didn't work. "Those fuckers out there can't fix a lightbulb never mind a car and they're telling me I'm still learning. If they actually turned up and helped, they might learn a few things-" Emily cut herself off as she took a sharp breath, "I need this, I don't have enough points for Luna's pills-"
"You could always be my wife" Negan chuckled. But Emily took it seriously. She looked to him, "The offers still there" Negan whispered, "I want to help..." Emily thought for a moment and turned to face the garage, she didn't want to do nothing like the others, so she told Negan just that. "Anything to have you" He whispered and moved closer to her, placing Lucille down, "I'll do you one better, I'll put you in charge of this place."
"Deal" Emily whispered, as Negan leaned down slightly, Emily closed the gap and placed a kiss on his lips. He wanted more.
Thanks for reading! Sorry this took so long
Sorry for everyone waiting also...
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