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thatastrobae · 1 month

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I wrote this fic back in September, but I refuse to post on a03 until I have ch 2 written. This might be my next multi-chapter flowerbyte fic after 'Into You' is completed

“I’ve just got so much on my mind y’know…” the sixteen year old mumbled as he carefully steered the car. From the passenger seat, Captain Jeff Morales let out an understanding hum. He peeped that Miles was a bit tense that morning so he extended a listening ear. He always wanted a chance to bond with his son more and the second Miles turned sixteen back in August, he took him to the DMV to get his permit. Driving lessons commenced as soon as the kid got the piece of plastic. They drove around every Saturday and Sunday at 7 a.m. when the streets of Brooklyn 1610B were quiet and empty and neither Jeff or Miles had to put on their uniform/mask to protect the city. At this specific time, they could simply be Miles and Jeff: father and son. Not Spiderman and Captain Morales. Neither Jeff or Rio were shocked to discover Miles’ secret identity, in fact, it was a missing piece to the intricate puzzle that was their son. They had many discussions regarding their meta human child and ultimately decided two things: Number one being that they’ll continue to love and support him through his dangerous job and number two was that they’ll do everything in their power to keep him grounded (not that kind of grounded). Rio, being the fiercely protective mother she was, would be damned if Miles’ responsibilities as Spiderman stripped him of every ounce of normalcy in his life, so Jeff thought of this because what’s more conventional than a father teaching his son an important life skill such as driving?

“I hear that, yeah. So tell me what’s going on?” Jeff urged calmly.

“It’s just like…homework, girls…well one girl.” He looked to Miles and smirked.

‘A girl huh?’ Jeff thought, but then he felt a sense of dêja vu wash over him when he saw a blush coloring the top of Miles’ ears. He remembered having this same conversation over a year ago; back when Miles was falling behind in school and he couldn’t figure out why, back when the then fifteen year old was battling some inner demons and hiding a whole other part of his life from them. It was crazy how so much could change in a year.

“Another girl, son? I remember the one from last year.” The police chief joked. Miles’ jaw tightened and his Adam’s apple bobbed at the mention. Upon seeing this, Jeff masked his laughter with coughs. It may come off as insensitive, but he knew straight off the back things weren’t gonna last with the previous girl. Jeff knew all too well that at Miles’ age, romantic feelings for someone are strong but fleeting. Him being Spiderman didn’t except from this rule. Obviously ‘Gwanda’ was still a touchy subject. He wasn’t sure if Miles still kept in touch with the girl- last time he saw her was that catastrophic day after he got sworn in as captain. While Jeff wasn’t a fan of the emo? Alt? whatever; Miles seemed to care a lot about her and he felt bad that his son’s first love broke his heart- even though Miles has yet to tell him how. But that was in the past and the only way to help the boy heal was by bringing him to the present and instilling hope for a better future so Jeff opened the conversation again.

“Anyway, this new girl…what’s her name?”

Miles hesitated at first, the way someone with conflicting thoughts would hesitate. Truth be told, Miles was feeling conflicted, it was just recently that he decided to acknowledge his not-so platonic feelings for the fellow spider person.

“Margo.” he said, his ears still a deep shade of red.

It’s almost as if she was a genie because every time he says her name out loud, she makes an appearance. As soon as Miles got home from his driving lesson, he began to pack his bag for the week ahead. He shook the habit of waiting til last minute a while ago. It was only a thirty minute task and he was able to spend the rest of his Sunday’s not worrying about. As he gathered his clean laundry and art supplies, the topic of discussion from his earlier talk with Jeff began to materialize from a collection of pixels. The way her avatar was dressed- in a Minecraft midriff t-shirt and cargo pants-indicated that her physical self was dressed in the same attire. The intricate bubble braids on the other hand was most likely CC, still she looked cute as always. Miles smirked at his blue and purple friend.

“Y’know, one of these days you might end up catching me butt ass naked.” he joked.

“With the amount of times I pop up unannounced, I’m surprised that day hasn’t come already. It’s all good though, I’m very patient .” she gave Miles a smirk of her own as she sat knees-crossed on his chair. Upon seeing the pile of clean clothes on his bed, Margo rolled herself closer.

“Mind if I help?”

Miles gave her a grateful smile and nodded. He hated folding clothes with a passion. Not only was it tedious, but he was never good at it, unlike Margo who folded his white Oxford shirts with precision and ease.

“So…did you get it?” Margo asked cryptically. He knew what she meant by ‘it’ but the way she whispered her sentence made it sound like he was to obtain a bag of drugs or something so he decided to mess with her.

“Hmmm..get what?�� was his clueless response as he sloppily folded a pair of slacks. When placing them down, he lifted his gaze towards Margo and almost busted out laughing at her narrowed eyes and pursed blue lips. She snatched up the khakis and refolded them.

“The Gotham Nights Deluxe Edition game. Y’know the one I cashapp'd you forty-five dollars for? Ring a bell?”

“Oh you mean this?” He asked reaching into his nightstand and pulling out the mint condition, unwrapped video game case. The gapped tooth grin that always warmed Miles from the inside-out split across her face.

“Also, I keep tryna send that forty-five back. You really didn’t need to go half with me, I was gonna buy it anyway.”

Even if he wasn’t gonna purchase the game anyway, he probably still would have gotten it for her to enjoy. One of her many favorite things to do in his dimension was play video games with him and Ganke on their shared PS5. Miles thought it adorable and began to chuckle, earning a playfully suspicious glance from her.

“What’s funny?”

“It’s just that…you come from this super advanced dimension where you have access to a whole entire virtual world…”

“Mhmm..” she urged him to continue, picking up a polo and folding that as well.

“…but you’re geeked about a mundane video game. And not only that, do you not realize that you’re playing a video game through the lens of another video game?”

“That last part is where you’re wrong, Miles.” she said breezily. He raised his an eyebrow, interested in what she would say to correct his perception.

“Yeah?”

“The VR in my dimension is a whole nother type beat. By putting on our headset, it’s more like we’re…extending our realities. People earn their living, build their craft, fall in love, etc. via virtual reality.” Even when she was correcting him and being informative, Margo was mellow and soft-spoken. He found himself never missing a word she uttered because as soon as she began speaking, his attention was like a moth to her flame. No one else (especially by voice alone), could put him in a trance like this.

“Take me being Spider Woman for example. I wish that I had the option to just turn off my system and turn it back on again if I ever screw up, but I can’t. I mean don’t get me wrong, I can’t really die while in avatar form which is pretty sweet. Still though, the safety of my cyberspace depends on Spiderbyte. You feel me?”

“No…yeah…I feel you. What I said before sounds really dumb now that I think about.” he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, a habit of his that Margo clocked when they first started hanging out. Normally she’d tell him to stop being so self deprecating, but she couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her.

“Not at all. Even I have trouble wrapping my head around our way of life. It’s definitely not a grounding experience and sometimes I’m scared that…” Margo trailed off. She’d never shared this deep, irrational fear with with anyone, but Miles was intrigued so he used his foot to nudge her into finishing the thought.

“I’m scared that one day we won’t even have the option to go outside and experience real life. Movie theaters and arcades aren’t a thing anymore, game stores will probably be next to go. Our basic needs can be met without even leaving the house and everyone seems ok with that…?” she looked down at her blue, holographic hands.

“I guess I feel like a weirdo for finding an issue with our remote way of living.”

“Nah, I bet there are tons of people in your dimension who feel the same way. Still though, I know how depressing it is to feel so disconnected from everyone so if you ever wanna talk more about it without being judged, I’m always here to listen.”

The grin returned to Margo’s face and Miles’ gave himself a pat on the back for being the one to put it there. Margo’s voice was timid, but tender as she uttered her next sentence

“Being able to come and see you is probably the best thing to come from this technology takeover.”

Her words caused his brain to short circuit. This isn’t anything new though. Margo would often say little things that had him blushing and kicking his feet- internally of course. They’d gotten close over the past nine months and it all started one random Tuesday evening as Miles attempted to complete an essay.

There was a sharp rap on his dormitory door, briefly drawing his attention from his laptop.

“It’s open!” Miles hollered out, not wanting to break focus on the paper due tomorrow afternoon. A few seconds of silence passed and he assumed whoever it was didn’t need anything for real. Then there was another hesitant knock. Miles let out a sigh of frustration before getting up and aggressively opening the door. The breath was immediately knocked out of him for two reasons. Reason number one being that Spiderbyte (who resided in whole other dimension) was one of the last people he expected to pop up out of the blue and speaking of ‘blue’, she wasn’t. She wasn’t glowing or pixilated either, in fact she blended in as a Visions student in this dimension so seamlessly. Dressed in a navy blue sweatshirt with the school’s name across the chest, leggings, and some sneakers — she looked like a classmate visiting another classmate to ask for some Ramen. So instead of pulling her into the privacy of his room as he probably would if she was in her spider suit, he just stared- astounded.

“Hey.” Margo said casually- too casually if you asked him. She peered behind him into his shared dorm room. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

Miles quickly gathered himself and moved to the side, allowing her to enter before closing his door.

“N-nah…it’s just…you’re actually here right now. In the flesh.”

With his essay almost forgotten, Miles couldn’t take his eyes off of her deep chestnut complexion and neatly plaited hair. Perplexity flashed across her face before realization took over.

“Oh no no. I made sure to turn my graphics card up before projecting myself here. I’m still very much…

Margo glitched and a pixelated bubble appeared in thin air in front of him, revealing the teen girl with her VR headset firmly placed on her head, dressed in the same attire as her avatar.

“At home, chilling in my gaming chair and eating Fritos.”

He saw her actual person pop a crunchy corn chip in her mouth before the projection disappeared, allowing her avatar to stand before him once again. A slight smile appeared on Miles’ face, for the similarities between their first meeting and now wasn’t missed upon him. Only difference was that her parent’s weren’t screaming at each other in the background.

“Oh. It’s just that you look so…” stunning was what the word that instantly came to Miles’ head, but he refused to go down that road. Instead he finished his sentence with “…natural.” An odd save, but a save nonetheless.

“You’re dimension has Visons Academy too? And you go there?” He asked oh so intelligently. Miles didn’t know why he went with that when there were way more important questions to ask such as why she was here? How was she? Did they blow anther hole in the multiverse?

“Yes, but it’s nothing like this.” Margo responded, gesturing to his entire room “Once upon time, there were dorms and in-person classes. Now everything is-

“Online.” He finished for her. While Miles would love to attend school virtually, he refrained from voicing his sentiment. Something about the way Margo looked longingly at his and Ganke’s decorations made him feel like she would trade places with him in a heart beat. After a minute, Margo collected herself and focused solely and the boy she came to visit.

“Yeah. But it seems like your style and your roommate’s style don’t clash which is good.”

Now that they got the ‘how’ out of the way, Miles was trying to gather some words together to politely ask ‘why’ she was here- in his dimension- in his dorm. As if she read his mind, Margo chuckled and casted him a look of understanding.

“I was a little bit hesitant to come, but I really wanted to see how you were.”

“Are you sure that’s all?” He didn’t mean to sound so wary, but the last time a girl from an alternate universe ‘stopped by to say hey’ she was also on a top secret mission to capture a mephistophelian villain who got more powerful as time progressed. If something similar was happening here, he didn’t wanna waste any precious time. Miles eyed his spider suit hanging from his top drawer, preparing to gear up if need be.

“Aye chill, we not gettin’ active tonight.” she assured placing her hand on his shoulder to refocus his attention on her “It’s just that…it’s been three months since any of us last heard from you. Hobie said to give you your space...so we did. I guess I just came to relay the message that we’re thinking about you and whenever you’re ready, you can put your watch to good use.”

“All of you still keep in touch.” it wasn’t a question.

“Well it’s not like we host group meetings every week, but I tend check in on Hobie, Pav, or Peni often. Maybe they pop in on each other as well, but that’s about it.” She also spoke to Gwen before the blonde got super busy a month ago, but she refrained from saying so.

“That’s very kind of you to do.”

“Look man, you already know how lonely life get's for people like us- especially in an isolating society like mine. And now that we aren’t apart of the task-force any more, we need each other. As allies, supports, friends. My reasons for keeping them close aren’t unselfish.”

“I still respect you for it and for coming here.” Miles’ leather colored eyes were locked onto her ebony ones, both were unmindful to the fact that they’d inched a bit closer together. The young Spiderman meant what he said, he hadn’t known Margo Kess for long, but taking that kind of initiative aligned with the basis of her character. He didn’t need to know her for long to see that she a was a remarkable individual; who else would defy their psycho boss and extend their loyalty to someone they met for fifteen seconds? It wasn’t Miles’ intentions to neglect his friends/allies though. He and his family needed those three months to recuperate so he locked the watch Hobie had gifted him in a drawer and somewhere over those twelve weeks his friends: Peter, Pav, Hobie, Peni, Ham, even Gwen were stored in the back of his mind. Margo was interesting though, she was the most surreal out of the bunch so she snuck her way into his dreams once in a while. There were times where he would be tempted to draw her and as much as he tried to refrain, he failed. He had a few sketches of the virtual girl, but he told himself repeatedly that as an aspiring artist he had every right to want to draw such an aesthetically pleasing avatar with a bomb ass color scheme. Miles raised his eyebrow curiously when Margo began laughing.

“I was a bit scared coming here, i'm not gonna lie. I felt like I was pushing a boundary by showing up here uninvited... so thank you for that sentiment.”

A thought popped into his head and while he could have internalized it, he wanted to share it with her so she knew how much her being here meant to him .

“Around this time a year ago, I prayed for one of my cross-dimensional spider friends to show up. Hell, I would’ve even been ecstatic to see Ham.”

That last part caused them both to chuckle. He thought briefly about how different it would’ve been if Spiderbyte was also displaced to his dimension all those months ago. Would she have come to see him? Probably so, considering that she didn’t need Miguel’s tech to travel dimensions nor did she ever take his theory of canon events with a grain of salt.

“So it actually means a lot..you coming here, helping me out the way you did after the Spider Society…” Miles trailed off and peered out his window, the blatant rejection he experienced at the hands of all those other spider people still stung even after the apology and olive branch was extended.

“I’d do it again in a heart beat.” The conviction in her tone forced him to look back at her “..for you at least.”

Her sheer devotion to him had Miles melting like butter on a tender steak straight off the grill. ‘Why am I like this?’ He thought to himself.

Margo- aware of the serious atmosphere she created- attempted to shift the mood by gesturing to the open document on his laptop.

“I see I was interrupting something.” She joked “When is this due?”

Miles blew a raspberry, surprised at himself for allowing the paper to completely slip his mind, even if it was just for a few minutes.

“Tomorrow afternoon. It’s for AP Psych and I’m short nine pages.”

Margo sharply inhaled at how stretched thin on time her friend was. Despite being a genius, the girl was no stranger to finishing assignments on a time crunch. Being Spider-woman ensured that would be her new normal. She glanced at the title that was written in bolded sans serif font letters.

“Anxiety and Sleep Paralysis: How Individuals with Anxiety Are Likely to Experience Sleep Disorders” Margo read out loud. “That’s an interesting topic. I’m sure we can knock this out by midnight.”

“We?” Miles regarded her with a perplexed look to which she tapped her index finger on her chin as she pretended to think.

“If only I had the ability to locate and synthesize relevant sources via the internet in less than a minute.” she stated sarcastically before fixing him with a sly grin.

She did in fact stay with him until 11 p.m., feeding him information that he could stuff his essay with to come up with the required ten pages. He expressed that he wanted to see her again and sure enough, she kept coming back. Now nine months later she still managed to have him wrapped around her virtual finger whenever she said something sweet or flirty and looked at him through those long, feminine eyelashes like she was doing right now. When she says these things, he knows she means them and it’s a clear indication of her not-so platonic feelings for him. It made Miles feel like they could actually fall in love with each other.

And that was a problem.

Miles wasn’t the same man he was last year or the year before that. His hopeless romantic fourteen year old self would’ve been so receptive to this beautiful girl’s subtle displays of affection, but after everything he went through, he didn’t know if he had it in him to love anyone the same way he loved Gwen Stacy. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to. He knew that hurting him wasn’t Gwen’s intentions and that she was going through a lot personally, but it didn’t soften the sting. His best friend banded together a whole force to save him and apologized within an inch of her life so of course Miles forgave her. He low-key blamed himself as well because in hindsight, he idealized her for a whole year- basically falling in love with a memory of this awesome GhostSpider who understood him. Drawing her every day and getting lost in fantasies was the perfect way to set himself up heartbreak. Miles hadn’t seen her in a year—not because he held any ill will, but because despite all his good memories of her, he couldn’t stop reliving the embarrassing moment that was their last interaction. It was only thanks to Hobie and Margo— who actually visited her on the regular — did he know that Gwen was safe back at home with her father, taking a hiatus from being Spiderwoman. Back to the beguiling, blue baddie that was currently flipping through one of his sketchbooks from the eighth grade that he’d granted her access to. Miles was a naïve little boy who lacked self control when Gwen was the object of his affection, but now he knew better. Despite Margo being nothing but loyal to him since he met her, Miles refused to instill all of his trust into the girl. He refused to fall in love with her, giving her the opportunity to break his heart (unintentionally or not). If there was one thing in his life that he could control it was this. Once Miles realized the pure contentment he felt watching her doing something as simple as lounge in his room and look through his art- he knew he had to put an end to it.

“Yo i’m actually heading to the store with my mom in a bit so you should probably…”

Margo’s blue cheeks flushed violet as she shut the book.

“Oh yeah! Of course. My bad.”

He felt immense guilt at her innocent response to his frankness. Margo was so precious and he was usually relaxed around her, but lately it’d been getting more difficult being in her presence without wanting to hold and caress her. She got up from her sitting position and placed his old sketchbook neatly back in the spot she’d retrieved it from.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow night?” Margo asked gesturing toward the video game case.

“6 p.m. sharp, girl. That is if I don’t run into too much trouble during my patrol, of course.”

Margo gave him a closed-mouthed smile of mild contentment before turning away to leave, but Miles didn’t want to part ways on such a lukewarm note. Worried that his previous abruptness offended her more than she was letting on, Miles called out to the avatar before she could depart.

“Margo, hold up.” he rushed the words out causing her to look back at him with slightly raised eyebrows.

“Yeah?”

“Your hair looks really good. I didn’t get a chance to tell you earlier.”

“Thanks! I actually did it myself…with some help from my mom, but still.” She proudly fiddled with one of the silver cuff decorated strands.

“Either way it’s fire.”

Finally, her gapped tooth grin made its appearance at his compliment. Miles considered it a mission completed and pat himself on the back.

“I’ll see you later.” And with that, she was gone in a blink of an eye. Miles let out a sigh, but it wasn’t one of relief. Quite the opposite actually. You know the feeling pure bliss as the late spring sun shines down on you, providing you with a pleasant warmth and vitality? Then eventually a cloud looms over to block the sun, causing you to feel…deprived and you have no choice but to wait until the cloud passes so you can experience the beaming sunlight again. That’s probably the best way to describe Miles’ discontentment at Margo’s departure. Although to be fair, he did basically shoo her away.

‘I need to get goddamn grip.’ the lovelorn boy scolded himself as he plopped down on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. With his laundry already folded and his plans to go to the store with Rio not til this afternoon, Miles decided to pass some time by sketching a little. He unlocked his nightstand and hidden in plain sight amongst a bunch of miscellaneous objects were the dimensional travel watch Hobie had given him and a sketchbook he’d gotten at Marshals. Miles plucked the sketchbook from the drawer and went to sit at his drafting table. This particular sketchbook was different than his others. It had a silvery, rainbowish holographic cover and when opening the book, one can expect to be met with a portrait of a smiling Margo Kess with her low afro puffs and blue skin. If you turn the page there was another sketch of the avatar…then another…then another and so forth. Miles flipped to the last few pages of the sketch book and picked up his navy blue colored pencil to create the outline of intricate bubble braids. His tendency to put people- specifically girls- on pedestals contributed to his downfall last year and he was too grown to make the same mistakes, but old habits die hard and Miles shamelessly sketched his avatar friend with the rationalization that

‘As an artist, it’s my right to capture what I find aesthetically pleasing.’

#miles morales #margo kess #miles/margo #flowerbyte #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #cyberflower #jefferson morales

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stitchwraith-stingers · 3 months

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i read in the flesh, so you dont have to

its no secret that in the flesh is one of the only things fnaf fans know about fazbear frights and its imfamous for its story (which i dont blame people to be disgusted about)

but have you ever wondered what it was plot-wise but you couldnt have been bothered to read the summary on the wiki, couldnt find the book on your own to read or you just didnt want read the main reason people hate it? no? well too bad

as your local faz fright fan i decided to reread it and make a (incoherent) post made in 4 hours talking about it just because, small screenshots included (trying to not focus enterly on that)

(DONT MAKE "hahaha springtrap matpat mpreg" JOKES ON THIS POST I WILL KILL YOU)

(cw for pregnancy mention and matt being an ass to women in general)

everything under cut

now the story just starts out with matt, our protag, telling us all about how hard game making is for a page or two, theres nothing interesting of note moving on

now right after this hes playing his game, springtraps revenge, a VR game which is just a maze with puzzles where you have to escape springtrap, and 1. i got jumpscared by him describing springtrap as hannabel lecter and 2. the fact that springtrap is described as 'a child of his rage' which i just find hilarious in a ironic way

now in the game hes in a maze and he has to escape using 4 doors, and because its randomized he doesnt know which door would have the 1-in-4 chance of killing him, and long story short he looses! twice

he gets angry enough so that he throws his vr headset after the fact and when his coworker named jamie wanted to walk in to tell him hi he snaps at her

and immediatly after this we get afew paragrapths talking about matt and his previous wife, hannah

it starts off as cute, them both meeting in chemistry class in highschool, matt then started to have gotten bored of being married as it seemed to be the same thing every day, hannah having wanted kids and matt not wanting to

now he has the audacity to say that her being pregnant that she would loose her petite figure and that she had called him shallow and threw a glass of water on his face (HONESTLY very deserved)

and he had met some woman named brianna as a friend which had led to them divorcing after their annervary because of hannah seeing brianna in a bikini on his computer (hi matt, i dont believe you about you and brianna just being friends. at all. btw.)

women wronged by matt count: 1

(also i need to say this right now before anyone kills me: matt is written to be an asshole on purpose, i know that very well and it shows up how he treats people, i know its also in his perspective which is why everyone is described as it is, i know other protags have been assholes one way or another as most of my faves have been, i just dont like matt myself but if ur like one of the 3 matt fans ur cool with me and im not saying you cant like him just saying this so people dont tell me how dumb i am)

"Women were crazy, Matt had decided. And not worth the effort." GOOD RIDDANCE YOU ARE BITCHLESS

and now because of how lonely and frustrated he feels he uses his VR game as a way to deal with it, but with an actual quote "It was the cruelest of ironies that the game—much like his relationships —seemed to have turned against him."

ok but these quotes sound kinda metal. moving on

having been mad that springtrap killed him for the 3rd time this book he decides to change up the coding, so that springtrap can just, walk around forever in the maze and spedup the gameframe by 1000 so is like extra sad i guess, matt talks about himself like a god controlling a rabbit which i found kinda funny, (the voice of woody) YOU! ARE! SOME! GUY!

now here we meet the next important side-character called jason, hes matts roommate he seems friendly and they seem to be on good terms so far

he and jason watch TV and he thinks about how it was like in collage, "no complicated female emotions" having takeouts and TV and video games all day, however as time went by those feelings of being carefree are wearing off,

but thats unrelated as theyre watching the TV show he thinks about how violent it is and fantisizing how he wants to kill springtrap, which is hilarious to me.. “i saw him kill me in the vr game!!!” girl… what were YOU doing progamming him 👀 /ref

now a tiny timeskip, matt is back at his job and he is testing the VR game again, he is excited to see springtrap run around in circles like a lost child or whatever and gets a surprise

gonna be honest i think thats kinda metal how it sounds (if we ignore how the story is gonna continue for a moment) why is this the 3rd time i see disembowlment in a series i like.... 3rd penny.... werid it happened thrice

tldr springtrap has been making a clone of himself very so often and killing himself which is funny out of context because all it has as a game mechanic is to chase you and kill you, and the rabbit is now gone and apparently not in the code and considering matt has a deadline he is screwed and he goes in the vr game and just finds him . disembowled and gets an electrical shock

ANYWAYS. NOT IMPORTANT ITS TIME TO INVOLVE MORE WOMEN

jason has been setting up matt for a double date with two girls: eve and meghan, and matt is not happy that eve is his date (which im gonna assume its a blind date? not specified)

and the first thing he does is look at this girl, go "wow she fucking sucks" and starts thinking about the woman on his roommates date

"matt couldnt figure out why she didnt sound ehtusiastic" i am going to killl you........ and then kill you again

anyways they both take their own cars to the resturant, eve and matt just have a talk thats like "you work on fnaf? my brother loves fnaf" "what do you do" "IT, jason thought itd be nice of us to know" "tech is the last thing i want to think about when im home" "me too"

this made me giggle. moving on

matt and meghan get the same food while jason and eve get spaghetti and matt is just like "yknow what, maybe i should have gotten the hotter one"

so matt is like "cant have a goodtime without money" and eve is like "thats not true :>" and matt in his mind is like "what the hell, how could she do this to me"

now for the rest of the date matt just goes on and only talks about himself, eve and jason both go to the bathroom and this is where he starts to try to impress meghan

matt is that "you not rockin with me ?! im gonna kill myself" image personified

women wronged by matt count: 3

and now this is where the pregnancy symptons come in, feeling quesy, he drinks coffee and has toast and is sick, deciding to go to work untill lunchtime and nothing had worked at this point at all, nothing too interesting to point out here

obvously now matt is irritated again, given how he cannot fix the damn thing, gary, a unimportant guy you wont see him again after this, comes up to him and asks "heyyy watcha doing!!!!!!" meanwhile matt is trying not to throw up

(oh and also gary is described as having ken-doll like hair which is hilarious to me, love it when they give the most random descriptions to characters who will never appear again)

while hes waiting for gus to make his food he looks over at a totally-not-pacmac refrence from a arcade machine nearby and is like "oh i could have reprogrammed springtrap in, how couldnt have i thought of that" and how this time he 'wont antagonise the rabbit' which i find funny cuz in the game he IS the antag but i cant be bad

WE INTERUPPT YOUR BROADCAST OF MISOGENYSTIC GUY GETTING HIS WORK FUCKED OVER TO BRING YOU: GENE!!!!!!!!!

tldr this gene guy is a hacker and gets a copy of springtraps revenge before the release date and just finds a dead disembowled springtrap which i can only imagine as this fucking screenshot and its sending me

anyway he opens the files and just finds one named "its_a_boy.exe"

did you like gene? you did? too bad, were never gonna see this guy again, say bye to gene junior

back to your usual broadcasting of misogynistic guy getting fucked over at his job

now matt is on his 2nd date with a girl called madison, matt being so hungry, orders some real cooked steak and madison is like i just want a salad please ^_^ and matt asks about what madison eats and is shocked that she spilts a burger when with friends (cuz hes so hungry at this point)

these sentences amused me, moving on

also in this i realised whoever made that one post saying "i need these books to stop using the world belly" was right. who says "Well, you won’t hear it long because it’s going to be in my belly" on a date

belly counter: 1 (for good mesure)

he just, eats the steak for a good few paragrapths, lies about being anemic, madison leaves cuz her cat is sick, hes still so hungry, theres nothing else to note of here, moving on

he wakes up, notices that he has gained afew pounds and goes to throw up

jamie meets matt and matt is like "listen im nausiated alot and starving and gaining more weight do you know any virus like this" and jamie is like "idk but you look yellowish you might have jaundice dude"

and a meeting has started, gary (hi gary again i lied he comes back a 2nd time) is like "so the game is doing well, springtraps programming people have said isnt that well, thats what beta testers said idk" and matt is like "what the hell shut the fuck up ur making it up" "how about you not talk to ur supervisor like that" and he just zooms out of there idk

he goes home to eat, again, he is no longer hungry and: ladies and gentlemen welcome jason again!

GET HIS ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!! DESERVED

right after this based jason moment matt gets a headache, not before getting a beer oh my god i cant believe i forgot about the belly counter

belly counter: 3

anyways next mini arc, matt at this point cant put on most pants, but manages to find some for his next date, with a girl named emma

so he and emma are at a bar, matt noticing immediatly that she is ""chunky"" , leading to this convo

and nvm i cant post anymore images sorry guys ill have to put them in another reblog its so over link to that will be here if you wanna look at them

(1) emma sees him and is rightfully concerne about him leaving this early and matt goes. "you should have posted a image on a dating site not 25 pounds ago" OK. WHAT

and emma just goes . "you know you are a hypocrite right" meanwhile he is like "im leaving goodbye" and has a scene the equivalent of ripping ur pants out in public

(2) lol even

women wronged by matt count: 4

matt goes home, gets changed and tries to take medicine for pain relieve and instead gets more pain, leading to the infamous scene

but wait before that i almost forgot:

belly counter: 6

the infamous scene isnt that, bad? ive seen people act like if its some unspeakable horror

matt goes into the kitchen, grabs a knife, goes on his back and disembowls himself / gives himself a C-section or whatever, almost the same, and fleshtrap is born, or something

(3) i would have expected it to be afew more paragraths if this was the case w how people describe it, its like people going "look guys this CANT be a kids book it has PEOPLE DYING" and its just like this,

(not saying you cant be grossed out im talking about the guys on freddit making the most batshit theories talking about it like its some unspoken thing, thats what i mean)

(4) and it ends here on a, id say pretty nice ending, the investigators are asking what happened to matt with jason, noticing some slimy fur next to him, honestly on its own i like it tbh

and that was the end of in the flesh 👍

MY THOUGHTS:

it was ok, no strong opinions on this honestly, had some banger lines,

and my hot take but the pregnancy thing isnt really a pregnancy? i dont know how to describe it, but it was more like, a whole entity growinh up the whole body and not like, just from the abdomen which would have been described differently, to me atleast thats how i saw it idk i might be wrong

considering it seemed to have been fully grown enough to be able to move on its own and speak, and the fact that it was described as something INSIDE him (5) so idk, idk

and it wasnt even that horrible, they dont mention it often and it isnt that in detail if you ask me, everyone is just like "OHHH THE HORROR YOU GET TO SEE SPRINGTRAP BIRTH" but again if you still cant handle it i cant blame you you do whats best for ur health

honestly i know it does describe fleshtrap as a newborn infant and the whole its_a_boy.exe thing it makes it confusing to me, the best i can describe it in my opinion is like those horror alien movies where a guy gets infected with a parasite and another alien comes out of his ass or something, yknow

(again if you just want to form ur own opinion on that for whatever reason, you can skim the story cuz this isnt like, THE best place, just a summary for anyone curious enough to read like maybe 2k words about this, dont fully trust me this isnt even checked to see if it makes sense as sentences)

tldr: i myself dont imagine it was a pregnancy, but like an alien parasite thing, if it makes sense, i might have gotten confused about what the writers ment, i dont think the scene was THAT bad

in the flesh was a story about a guy who had all his relationships tumble down not only by his frustration with them, but his frustration with the way he programmed his game, leading him to be isolated and depressed after everyone had left him on his own

as for more silly opinions on this story that arent that important

hate matt glad they got the job done of killing him off for me, i hope every girl danced on his grave, i hope jason is living his life and i hope gene junior out there if living his life, why was belly used 6 times and stomach was used like 3 times

stan robert the cliffs and sylvia your the band instead and i need everyone to hear my idea of a hannah/madison/meghan/eve/emma polycule

ok im done wiring this its 23:17 rn and i couldnt be bothered to wait next morning to recheck everything if you see any spelling mistakes no u do not

#calico.exe #tried to get inspired by bonefalls essays cuz theyre so fascinating to read #but its not really an essay just a summary #or a discussion idc #fnaf #fazbear frights #five nights at freddys #ALSO I NEED TO SAY THIS AGAIN I DONT CARE IF YOU LIKE MATT GOOD FOR YOU I JUST DONT #this was kinda fun . i hope everything made sense i might do this for some other stories #im infodumping to myself so that everyone can see and i think thats funny #anyways sorry this is so thrown around and weridly written at times ive been writing this for 4 hours and im SO tired

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Desirous (Clorivia)

Part of 'As We Softly Dream'.

Clorinde gets to spank Navia as a treat.

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“Pretty,” murmurs Clorinde against Navia’s mouth, “but sometimes I want to wipe that damned smirk off of your face.” She means it kindly, her words curled and lazy with amusement.

Navia is settled across her lap in only her night shift. Her mouth is crooked in that devilish way that makes Clorinde’s gut curl with heat. She’s breathtaking and she knows it, and she straddles Clorinde’s thighs with the same sort of authority she uses to command Monsieur Neuvillette’s attention in the middle of a trial.

“No need to sound so annoyed.” Navia cups Clorinde’s chin and tips her face back. “Do you want a kiss or not?”

“Always,” replies Clorinde, tracing Navia’s side with her fingers, tracing the folds of her cotton shift.

Navia’s kisses are biting this night, hungry as her tongue teases Clorinde’s lips before slipping into her mouth, tasting her, savoring her as it sweeps across her teeth. Her kiss is a smirk too, haughty as Navia laughs against Clorinde’s mouth, knowing that she has Clorinde wrapped around her dainty fingers.

When they part for a breath, Navia’s mouth is tilted up on one side. Her eyes practically glow in the low lamplight of the room.

“You’re badgering me,” Clorinde murmurs, captivated by that gaze, want coiling tight in her gut.

“Always,” says Navia, repeating her earlier oath—and just like that everything falls right into place like pieces of a puzzle.

They kiss again and this time, Clorinde sucks at Navia’s bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth to bruise it. Navia moans, soft and breathy. She grinds her hips down, and she’s—Oh, she’s wearing nothing underneath. Clorinde’s hands slip underneath her nightgown to trace the swell of Navia’s ass, fingers digging into the soft muscle.

“How cruel—”

“To come to bed half-naked?”

“To not tell me—”

“Well, you know now.” Navia tilts her head and gives Clorinde a wry smile. “Besides, you should know, expected it, even. When was the last time I wore proper undergarments in your bed?”

Clorinde cannot remember, but she also can’t think clearly at the moment—not with Navia swiveling her hips over Clorinde’s thighs, dragging her cunt right across her knee. Her arousal is apparent. Navia is already slick, and she groans as she rocks against Clorinde.

Another kiss, this one lingering and sweet, nothing but tongues chasing each other through the heat of their mouths. And then Navia pulls away, pressing her fingers against Clorinde’s mouth.

Clorinde bites at them, teeth sinking into knuckle bone. “Will you behave?”

Navia arches a brow. “What will you do if I don’t? Will you punish me?”

She is joking but white-hot pleasure sears through Clorinde’s core. A delicious prospect. She can imagine it, Navia below her, crying out as she marks her up. Maybe she’d pull her to the brink of orgasm and edge her. Maybe she’d kiss everywhere except where Navia would want her to. Navia would be wound so tightly. She’d beg for more and that would just make Clorinde want to tease her further.

Clorinde is a hard individual to read, stern and flat of expression. Navia is the exception. Navia hangs above her, hair braided and pulled over her shoulder to hang limply. Her expression is half-lidded with lust. “Oh, you would,” she breathes, her mouth curling into a grin. “I wouldn’t say no to a little bit of spanking—”

“Navia.”

“No?”

“That isn’t what I said.” Clorinde is almost embarrassed by how quickly she speaks.

Navia snorts, amused, and pulls away from her. “Musket,” she says, reaching up and tugging her nightshift over her head before tossing it aside. “That’s what I’ll say if I want you to stop.”

Oh. Oh. Clorinde’s mouth is suddenly dry as Navia moves away from her lap. She turns over, laying across the sheets on her stomach. Clorinde’s gaze sweeps down the sinuous curve of Navia’s spine before settling against her round backside. Soft and plush, reading for the taking. She can’t help but think how Navia might look with her asscheeks stained pink by her hands.

Clorinde shifts, sitting up in the bed. Navia jerks slightly as she drags her knuckles down her back, teasing every vertebra. She chases the gentle touch with kisses, slow enough that Navia lets out an impatient whine. “Clorinde—”

“We’ve never done this, so shush.”

Navia shushes, leaving Clorinde to her exploratory touches. Her hands sweep down Navia’s sides as she counts her ribs. Fingers curl against the notches of Navia’s hips, tugging at them just enough for Navia to lift her hips for better access.

Clorinde is reverent—she always is. Navia is someone to be worshiped and Clorinde is lucky to share her bed with such a decadent creature. Porcelain, flawless skin gives ever-so-slightly underneath her palm. Navia sighs as Clorinde kisses the dip in the small of her back. She palms down, thumbing over the smooth round of Navia’s asscheek, charting its shape.

Navia holds her breath when she pulls away. She gasps when Clorinde’s palm comes down against her backside, the smack against her skin ringing through the quietness of their room. It was not a particularly hard hit but Navia arches nonetheless, hips rising from the mattress. “Hah,” she breathes—and then she moans into the pillow, turning her face to hide the sound.

Clorinde expected such a reaction; Navia doesn’t ask for things she has no interest in. Her skin blooms pink, hot to the touch as Clorinde reaches out to soothe it. Both Navia’s skin and the sounds she makes as Clorinde drags her knuckles across the heated flesh are beautiful.

Another hit, this one firmer, just underneath the first. Navia hisses, hips stuttering as she clings to the sheets, and then her gasp smooths out into a drawn-out groan.

Clorinde sees the appeal, the sharp crack against Navia’s skin pulling the most delicious sounds from her mouth. Navia spreads her thighs, bracing herself as she goes taut in the bed. Her cunt is wet, glistening, dripping. Clorinde takes a moment to admire her, dragging a thumb across the reddened, sore skin. Then lower, between Navia’s legs, sliding through her slick folds.

“Clorinde,” breathes Navia, the sound of it half-hidden by the pillow. “Oh.”

Clorinde can’t help the tilt of her lips as she sinks a thumb into Navia’s throbbing sex. So perfect for her. A handsome, beuatiful mess, tense in the sheets and gasping for more. Navia’s hip presses back and it takes everything within Clorinde not to fall behind her and lick a stripe from clit to the tight furl of her ass.

But first—

Her hand comes down against the up portion of Navia’s left thigh this time, the impact of the hit somewhere middling between the first and the last. Navia’s toes curl. She moans, calling out Clorinde’s name, clenching tight around Clorinde’s thumb which is still pressed into her cunt.

Clorinde leans forward, nuzzling the curve of Navia’s backside. She kisses her bruised skin, featherlight touches that leave Navia teetering in the sheets. “Do you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes—Clorinde, please.”

The desperation in her tone fuels her. Clorinde pulls out her thumb, tilts Navia’s hips back, and laps at the seam of her cunt, drowning in her taste. Tangy and divine. So fucking wet. Clorinde slips two fingers back in, curling them, delighting in the way that Navia’s insides writhe around her knuckles.

She leans back and spanks Navia again with her free hand. Navia skitters across the sheets, gasping. She rocks back against Clorinde’s hand as she fucks herself on her fingers. “Like that,” she moans when Clorinde squeezes at her asscheek, palm against heated, flushed flesh. “Archons, just like that.”

Navia rides her hand, grinding Clorinde’s fingers deep. She cries out her name, soft, breathy gasps as Clorinde spreads her cunt wide, watching it drip around her knuckles. Paired with her pinked skin—Clorinde feels an ache in her gut, pressing her thighs together. She’s too clothed, too, too—

Far too enamored with the way that Navia begs for more. She hisses at the sting of her asscheek as Clorinde pulls it to the side for a better look. Navia’s swollen folds are delectable, sucking her fingers in right to the last knuckle. Clorinde curls them, stroking her insides, bullying that perfect spot that makes Navia shudder. Her thumb sweeps over Navia’s clit, circling it, dragging the sweetest, most desperate sound from deep in Navia’s throat.

Navia comes suddenly, Clorinde’s name falling from her lips, and cunt squeezing her fingers tight. Beautiful. Clorinde could watch her forever, listen to her forever, feel her forever. And the spanking—heat still curls in her gut. Navia keened as she hit her, begging for more, giving in to Clorinde so perfectly.

It’d been thrilling to have that control. Clorinde kisses Navia’s sore skin again, a silent thank you for trusting her with such a thing. And then a sweet kiss to her cunt as she slides her fingers out, tongue tracing the length of Navia’s sex.

Navia sighs before reaching back and batting Clorinde away half-heartedly. She rolls over, boneless in the bed as she lazes in the hazy aftermath of her orgasm. Clorinde shuffles closer, leaning over her, cupping her cheeks as she gives Navia a smile.

“Wicked thing,” says Navia.

“You asked for it—demanded it, even. Teased for it.”

Navia tips her face up for a kiss, which Clorinde indulges in. Sweet and slow. Lingering. Navia laughs against her mouth and says, “I can taste myself on your lips.”

“Dangerous words.”

“Dangerous enough to warrant more spanking?”

“And you call me a wicked thing.” Clorinde is not against the idea of it, though. The feel of Navia’s backside underneath her palm, and the sound of her hits cracking through the air fuel her desire, even now.

Navia gives her a knowing smile. “I know that look. You enjoyed yourself—”

“As if I wouldn’t.” There is little Clorinde wouldn’t enjoy when it comes to having Navia in her bed. She shifts, settling over Navia’s hips, her hair loose over her shoulder. “I want you again.” Quieter, this time, as she kisses her way down the length of Navia’s body, her teeth sinking into her soft skin. A different sort of mark, but marks nonetheless, rings of teeth marks to be admired later on.

Once isn’t enough. Once will never be enough; no, no, Clorinde wants to see Navia lose herself time and time again.

Navia’s head tilts back as her mouth quirks into a devilish grin. “Well, what’s stopping you?” she asks, spreading her legs.

Clorinde certainly doesn’t need to be asked twice.

#Cavalierious Fanfic #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin fanfic #genshin #as we softly dream #clorivia #clorinde/navia #genshin smut

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poisonheadcrabsalesman · 1 year

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The commander is a puzzle. He can see her file and get an overview of her service record; of her whole life, all summed up in a few pages. Deployments, medical history, next of kin.

It paints the picture the rest of the ship sees.The Spartan Commander. Unshakeable, indefatigable, a symbol, and a standard to strive for – but that's not the human behind the armor. Former helljumper, tough as nails and a known hard-ass, but that's not the whole story.

She was raised on Luna, and from there, everywhere. Roland knows that humans live a bit longer these days but she's only 30 when he's deployed for the first time aboard the Infinity. He sees how the 18 year olds act, how his 20-something Spartans behave, he sees everything on this ship. Even his nearly 50 year old captain acts impulsively.

But Commander Palmer is something else.

There's maturity in her snide comments. A weight on her shoulders as her sharp tongue lashes. ODSTs do not behave like this, there is no holding back when every jump could be your last, when you are fodder of a different kind. But she’s not a helljumper anymore. Restraint, restraint, restraint. It dogs her footsteps, her every motion. She is the target of their ire by her own plans. Even her quips and jokes with the captain are rote and routine. He might be the closest to her and yet....

She keeps them all so far away. Ever professional with only a few slips even if she wields her anger and bristling personality as an extension of her armor. It's less to keep her safe and more to protect others. She is untouchable and unknowable, yet completely predictable. A bitch of an officer is underestimated and written off. A hard-ass who can never be pleased and never be hurt.

She doesn't let anyone see how the losses hurt. Anger is her sword and shield and she wields it like an avenging angel. For every hit, she says get them back twofold. She leads by example. Be better, hit harder, put in the work. Do what it takes to save humanity. Follow orders and keep your head down. Remember what we’ve lost and make them pay.

Roland's the only witness to when her hands shake.

He sees her files and her day to day life, her bravado and the quiet moments when the fearless Captain and Commander become Tom and Sarah, two tired people sharing a drink when it feels like the world’s ending. He can see where her visible scars are, when her last tune up was, and how many friends she’s buried. Roland knows how often she calls home and what goes unsaid to Palmer Sr. He watches as she loads up session after session of Wargames, how the simulated landscapes change into familiar failures; Draco III, Ealen IV, and Draetheus V.

That’s why when she enters the simulation room and calls for him to create something else, a location with “a lot of green, with blue skies” he finds himself stumbling over his own code.

“Did you have something specific in mind?” He recovers quickly, curiosity burning. “Surprise me.” She responds simply.

“I thought you hated surprises, Commander.” This time he appears on the holotank closest to her, arms crossed with a knowing smirk.

“Maybe I trust your taste.” She shoots back and steps into the forming simulation.

She misses the look of shock on his face. He makes up for it with a solid recreation of a national park she’s mentioned wanting to see someday.

#my writing #snippets #Sarah Palmer #Roland the AI #might get reworked into a larger thing #anyways... Palmland is real to me and three others

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oddeyevibes · 1 year

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Chapter 6: Safe Room

Words: 848

Summary: A moment of reprieve

Of course, surviving this nightmare was hard. What was harder than that? Trying to navigate the RPD with all of its bullshit puzzles and asinine methods of keeping certain areas locked off.

If the physical exhaustion of looking for the most outlandish and scarce looking keys didn’t get to you, the mental exhaustion would.

“You know, maybe if this place had stayed a museum, I probably wouldn’t mind all the bizarreness of the layout.” You said.

You, Evie, and Leon were currently taking a breather. Elvira laid near Leon’s feet as he sat by a table, leaning back against the back of the metal chair. You were seated across from him with your head resting atop your arms, reminiscent of your school days.

Leon had nodded in agreement with you. “I’ll admit: reading about how they converted this place from a museum sounded cool at first but now it’s such a hassle to do anything.”

“Add in the fact that the Chief Irons is a homicidal monster, it just sounds like he was giving keys to free game. It’s all fucked.” You let out an exasperated breath, pulling out your inhaler.”I can’t wait to get out of here.”

“We’re almost there, Y/N.”

You lifted your head up and stared at the rookie. “Hey…”

He turned his attention to you.

“How’d you end up in all this, anyway? I mean, I know you’re a rookie and all but…you still seem….I dunno, fresh-faced? Everything about Raccoon City seems so new to you.”

“Yeah…I guess. I thought about a change of scenery. I graduated from the academy and my girlfriend broke up with me.”

“No!” You stared at him with a wide-eyed expression.

“Yeah. Told me ACAB through text.” He joked, earning a laugh from you.

‘You have a really nice laugh.’ He thought. “No, we were just…growing apart and I guess I didn’t wanna accept it.”

A silence filled the room.

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”

“Don’t be. I needed a reality check. At least she was mature enough to know when it should end.”

“Does she know you’re here?”

“No. If she did, she probably would’ve stopped me. Might have even told my parents. Everyone was talking about how dangerous Raccoon City was and how it was getting worse and I just thought…I’d come here to help.”

You softly shook your head. “I really hate that this was your first day. No one deserves to have a first day on the job like this.”

“So…what about you?” He asked.

You shrugged. “Nothing much about me. I grew up here with my…nannies and Evie. Only remarkable thing about me is that my mom works for the pharmaceutical company that caused all this shit.”

“Well…I wouldn't have said that.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean…there’s something special about you. The way the infected animals don’t seem to wanna harm you and rather…they protect you.”

While it was a compliment, it didn’t really make you feel better. Whatever it was…had some aspects of your mother’s name written all over it. You had simply believed you were adopted but now you’re having second thoughts about it all.

Your mother never did tell you why she adopted you. Why out of all the other kids, she chose you. You thought adopted parents went out of their way to love and nurture their kids but your mother wasn’t like that.

Material things? Yes. But someone to take pictures of you and your date for the prom? Someone to come to your school events and support you from the audience? Someone to tell you that second place isn’t all that bad? You didn’t really have that from her.

Why were your nannies better parental figures than the mother that adopted you? The woman that CHOSE you.

“I don’t think whatever’s going on with the infected animals is gonna be good in the long run.” You responded. You let out a half-hearted laugh. “Can you imagine me applying for a job now? Do you have any special skills? Oh yeah, I can befriend animals infected with this virus that destroyed my hometown, isn’t that neat?”

Leon let out a chuckle. “I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”

You sighed, casually placing your hand on the table. “Yeah…honestly after all of this…I can’t imagine how hard it’s gonna be trying to get back to any semblance of normal.”

Then Leon did something that surprised you. He had straightened his posture and reached across, gently taking your hand into his. You couldn’t help the heat that began warming your cheeks.

You couldn’t help but stare down at your joined hands. However, Leon gently called out to you. “Hey.”

You looked up at him with a shocked expression more familiar on the faces of lovestruck teens. Whether he noticed or not was a complete mystery. You only focused on his eyes.

Those gorgeous eyes of his.

“You and I are gonna get through this. We’ll stick together.”

A casual whine from Evie caught both of your attentions, earning a chuckle from Leon.

“Yes, and you too Evie.”

#fall of '98 #leon kennedy x reader #leon s. kennedy x reader #the dog days

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devillime · 9 months

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Mc death and Simeon falling

this is based on my mc!!

November 9,20XX

it's been a few months since Simeon has fallen and Nanami funeral it'd been over bearing to say the least I miss them I want to see simeon but I'm scared I can't face him and I can't find Nanami anywhere in the celestial relam I don't want to go back to Devildom it's only gonna bring back painful memories with Nanami and I can't handle running into Simeon I feel so alone I feel like I as if...I Luke hand starts shaking more violently as tears streamed down his face he closed his journal and cried himself to sleep

It's been years since those dreadful incidents luke is no longer the little boy he once was he's now in a place that use to be Simeon he doesn't go a single day without thinking about Simeon and Nanami

Gabriel had disturb Luke train of thought "Luke may I speak with you in private"

"Why did something happened?" Gabriel expression changed to a soft smile "you'll see just follow me"

Luke followed Gabriel to the room where Raphael was sitting in "what's Raphael doing here?" Luke asked looking puzzled "sit down and I'll explain everything you need to know"

Gabriel goes on to explain that Nanami has been in the celestial relam for years now and the reason they haven't seen her is because Michael tried to hide her from them but after some talking Michael is finally letting Nanami meet with Luke and Raphael

Gabriel led them to the garden and noticed the pink hair that they've been use to seeing all those years ago

Luke felt so surreal he didn't notice his body was moving on its own and when the person in front of him looked back at him

the tears he cried came running back as he dropped to his knees only to feel warm arms wrapped around him

"can't believe my little angel became so big without my knowledge"

everything was a blur afterwards all he remembers was seeing Raphael cried for a bit then they were back in Devildom walking the streets til they ran into a familiar face

"Oh My Diavolo.....Luke?...Nanami?" Thirteen looked at them in shocked before she pulled them into a big hug "oh my- come on we definitely need to catch up" she took them to a near by Cafe telling them things they missed

Simeon falling,the brothers losing it after Nanami death and they just arrived the day before Diavolo was about to be the official king

Nanami suggested they suprised them

Thirteen called up Barbatos since he most likely knows already and ask to keep it private until they get there

Once they arrived Nanami had asked to get changed since she doesn't really like her angel look so Thirteen and Raphael hid Luke behind them as they walk in the room where everyone they knew was there

"it's been a while Raphael how are things?" Simeon asked then going silent "how's Luke?"

"Why don’t you ask him yourself" Thirteen added before stepping aside so Luke is in view

"Oh my the Chihuahua grown up so big aww" asmo said

Luke of course retaliated how he would when was you her but it's written all over their face they missed Nanami the smile that rarely left their face when they picked on luke quickly disappeared

"I see the chihuahua joke is still around despite Luke being older" Nanami said walking into the room in a different outfit

The brothers and Simeon froze Mephistopheles glanced at Thirteen and asked "you knew and you didn't tell us?"

"mephistopheles I found this out today but I'm glad I found the walking around because you guys might never see Nanami in her celestial relam outfit" Thirteen said proudly

"s-so this isn't some kind of sick joke right?" mammon asked shaking

"hmm I don't know it's a pretty funny joke trying to see you out run lucifer" Nanami said acting puzzled then smiled

Everything moved quickly after that tears where shed before the brothers and Nanami ,Luke and Simeon reconciled Diavolo asked that Luke and Nanami join them for tomorrow

Everything was different yet felt the same as if they just left things off

Luke and Raphael had been allowed back into the exchange program but it took a while for Nanami to get allowed back in but things felt the same yet things also felt different

Luke couldn't figure it out but it was a feeling he longed for after Nanami died the chaos that cone from the house of lamentation and the lessons he still gets from barbatos

this is what he missed the most and he wouldn't want it to change

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #obey me solomon #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me leviathan #obey me mephistopheles #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me barbatos #obey me raphael #obey me thirteen #obey me luke

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3-lavender · 1 year

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I hate everything and everyone and I want to run away and get hit by a car and decompose on the side of the road and have bees make a hive in my carcass and have bears eat from that honey and have my skeleton be found by some poor hitchhiker who calls the cops, but the cops are perplexed because my bones are green, from accutane. But then they find a note I had written saying bury me in freaking cleopatras tome and there’s a map to her tome on the back. So the hitchhiker and the cop go on a wild adventure searching for cleopatras tome with my green bones in their backpacks. Little do they know, a band of evil brothers are following them, formulating a plan of finding riches in cleopatras tome and selling them on the black market rather than preserving it and keeping it in a museum or whatever you do with artifacts. So the hitchhiker and the cop work really well together and they pee on the note because I wrote something in invisible ink and all it says is ‘gotcha’. They get into a huge fight because the cop quit her job and they both wasted three years searching for the tome and they thought the pee was the final puzzle but it just turned out to be a huge joke. What the hitchhiker realizes though is that there’s a winking face in the corner of the note. So she pieces it together and realizes that the gotcha was just a way to stray any of those who don’t want to find the tome for the right reasons. She has a plan to trick the evil band of brothers and bring the cop back. The cop had stormed off feeling dejected and ended her friendship with the hitchhiker badly by getting into an argument about the tome. Anyways, the hitchhiker finds the evil brothers camp and walks close by, being sure to catch their attention, and drops the note on the ground. She walks away and hears them scurrying for the note and laughs because now they’ll never find it. The hitchhiker then starts running and she uses her skills of motor biking to reach the former cop and bring her back. She tells her that the ‘gotcha’ was just a juxe and that she knows where cleopatras tome is. The former cop follows her and they do a lot of parkour ontop of building and trees and stuff. And then they find it. The entrance was hidden under a huge rock. So they chip away at the rock and then enter. It’s cold and dark but thankfully they brought flashlights. They almost get lost because it’s pretty much a maze but then they finally find it. They open the casket in the center of the room and find cleopatra’s body. They smile and look at each other 👀. Then they take off their bags and assemble my green skeleton and lay it to rest near Cleopatra. Then they kiss and live happily ever after as married explorers.

#this went off of the rails lol #someone wanna make a movie 👀

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scientistofdeduction · 9 months

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Ok, I live tweeted a rewatch of Study in Pink

And I had a lot of thoughts about it, but main take away was how much I found myself genuinely enjoying it for the first time in years without getting depressed or bitter.

Like a “it is what it is and I’m still going to have fun” attitude.

Under the cut I’ve compiled all my tweets into a single little weird post. Enjoy if you read it.

Alright

So it’s Sherlock rewatch day

For the anniversary of SiP.

I’ve had so much distance on this show since it ended. I wouldn’t say I never rewatch it but I certainly put it down a few months after with the intention of never getting back into it in the same way.

I still know every line of this episode

Probably of the entire first season

It’s not bad, not this first season, but there’s still glaring issues to me that jump out considering the changes they made from the Pilot to the aired SiP episode.

Let’s be honest, Greg Lestrade is the best bit of this whole damn show.

“How do people keep themselves safe?”

“Well, don’t commit suicide.”

Rupert Graves’ deadpan delivery got me on that one this time.

Listen, Lestrade is the one thing I won’t pick apart.

Give points to the editing in this show.

Pretty op tier throughout

Cut from John “who was the first” to the zipper body bag reveal of Sherlock, upside down

Everything about that is really good.

Try not to think “wasted potential” every 10 minutes of this challenge 😂

I Will forever headcanon Sherlock as ace/gay and unbothered by people knowing or finding out. He formally came out to Mrs Hudson and because he loves her, cares not for her parading his business.

Hudson: establishes John is NOT Sherlock’s boyfriend

Immediately relate that she’s ok with it all but in a way she thinks is subtle

Spend the rest of the episode “outing” Sherlock to John

“Please date my awkward son, Mr Army Man, he’s lonely”.

Season 1-2 Hudson is the other greatest character in this show let’s be honest

So many possibilities set up in such a short screen time.

I think contrary to previous belief that actually Sherlock being a “villain” for lack of a better word here is set up pretty well in ep 1 and that thread is continued well in ep 6, but I think they dropped the ball in between.

“Stay away from Sherlock Holmes” is appealing—they could’ve set him up better to be misunderstood by all except those closest to him, and have Holmes not pretend to be anything he isn’t

But I think the whole weird sociopath thing really funked with that thread.

God there’s about to be a million and one fix it fics in my head after this isn’t there?

(Edited: I will definitely post a link if I start doing BBC fic again)

Mark Gatiss as Mycroft is also great casting I just god really loathe the writing of this Mycroft

“Yada Yada bully Mycroft we know, Ro”

It could’ve been a goofy joke! Between brothers! Sherlock reluctantly “Yeah thanks for checking out my new roommate bro but we’re chill” Mycroft laughs it off

No real creepy older brother, he doesn’t spy on them after that, drops the whole Bond villain act etc

This is in fact one of my least favorite Watson’s on screen

(Fanon John doesn’t count he’s cool and soft)

The characters play off each other and it’s silly goofy

Still just a fun watch

Ik I complain alot but it’s nice to have this goofy little first season

This show also could’ve been a deep little meditation on mental health but that and the whole “Sherlock does drugs” bit were missed potential

Phil Davis plays such a creepy Jefferson Hope/cabbie killer

I like the moments too where he and Sherlock have little calmer funny human moments

What gets me is that Holmes is very close to canon age in this (BC was like 34) but damn trying to picture a 5 or maybe 8 year younger man playing this but versus the cabbie over the pills just imagine.

The confrontation with Hope is super well written and still fanfic fodder for days

Hope playing up on this Holmes’s need to be right, his addiction to solving puzzles for stimulation

At the time his inability to look beyond himself for solutions

—this Holmes was willing to risk death for a stupid brain game (he was wrong) (he was so self centered in that moment he believed he was right despite it being very easy to see he was wrong)

Missed beat on the mental health note— assume a Sherlock who back of his head realizes he’s being goaded into taking the wrong one and back of his mind /doesn’t/ care. Instead of asking Hope if he’s right he just chucks the thing away, frustrated because the moment is gone.

“Are you alright”

“Yes of course I’m alright”

“You have just killed a man”

“That’s true..

… but he wasn’t a very nice man”

This departure from the pilot script right here set up the toxic relationship between these two and every time I mourn the loss.

Instead of John getting real and trusting Sherlock, “I saw men die in the war good men” and admitting his ruined sleep because of it. Instead of “I’ll sleep fine tonight,” because Sherlock gave him a war worth fighting for

We get a joke, a little laugh

And this only continues.

Anyways I always get a little laugh at the wonky Mycroft dialogue that’s there just to end the episode with “Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson” as the final words

This show has always been goofy and it makes it fun to revisit.

Happy 13th, Sherlock.

#Sherlock #Sherlock Holmes #bbc sherlock #rewatch #John Watson #Mycroft Holmes #my posts

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jeeperso · 2 years

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D&D Quotes Without Context

Ravenloft Edition, Har-Akir Arc, part 5

"Jonni, I will get the spray bottle.” “Jokes on you, I had to pee in that on my last watch!”

"I know the tale of Beni. He was said to be to That Guy as Strahd is to vampires.”

Gorbash: “I Hate Undead Insects.”

“Eddie, you got a circle of RAID?”

As you guys approach the end, an Imp materializes next to the switch. ”Welcome to the tomb of the Scarab King.” Jonni Eldritch Blasts him.

And suddenly, Poom was there. Because she can teleport.

"Very well, usually our prey is a little more worked over, but you managed to get by the scarabs and the gate without getting hurt, so we'll wait till the rest of the dungeon breaks you before we get our cut.” Poom: "That's very reasonable of you.”

“Fuck, this was built by a fan of hidden object games.” "Noooo! Not a puzzle trap, I hate those. Unless someone else has solved it and left clues they can take a long time to figure out.”

“Maybe there’s one of those ‘one of us always lies’ tests. Gorb can distract Marsh while I beat the shot out of them.”

GM: Getting through the hall will require a Dexterity check for each of you. Unless you want to fly over it or have some other way around. Player: Poom telelports to the other side.

Poom checks out the wall writing. Looks like it was written in blood, probably by an unlucky adventurer. Jonni: “Something about the Castle Aaaaaaarrrrrgggghhh.”

GM: If you were to hazard a guess, the sandstorm illusion was meant to trap those inside in a perpetual sandstorm until it drove those in it mad with monotiny. player: Monotony. GM: That too.

"Ventilabis puga, Frank.”

You enter the next chamber. It looks like the main burial chamber. There is a large onyx coffin on the ground, with several smaller coffins on the side. In the corner there is a small Har Akir child, curled up and crying. Jonni: “Well, I look forward to their adoption and, soon after, inevitable betrayal.” Gorbash: “…If this is a trick I will be pissed. If that’s an actual child I will be more pissed.”

Gorbash: “…How many necromancy-wielding assholes can we piss off in one tomb raid?”

OOC: So help me if the Mummy from Darkstalkers comes out of that tomb…

Inside the tomb there is a 10 foot tall skeleton, with a hugely distorted rib cage, large enough to hold a smaller person inside. Clutched in its hands is a large black book with a skull on the front. Jonni: “If this is one of the Inhumanoids I am fucking out.”

This is a Devourer. As mummies, vampires and liches are to humans, Devourers are to beings of the outer planes. The unquiet spirits of angels and fiends, created by Orcus himself. Jonni: “Skip to the end, how do we kill it?”

“No fair, you’re supposed to wait till we grab the book!”

GM: Marshal, you are now on hyper time.

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Jonni flies up out of melee range and shouts back. “Fine. Let’s you and Gary fight.” She makes her Naruto hand signs and a creature of Shadow rises up in front of the Devourer. “Gary! Kick his ass!” “GODSDAMMIT, GARY! THIS IS WHY I NEVER SUMMON YOU!” “ONLY THING YOU’RE GOOD FOR, GARY!” Gary is texting his therapist now. OOC: HAIL TO GORBASH, TERROR OF THE UNLIVING! OOC: But we've already got Eddie. We even have a New Eddie back at camp. Too many Eddies. Gorbash will fix that. Poom cast "Overclock" on Gorebash. OOC: And from your class you can cast it on two of us at the same time rather than needing to concentrate? GM OOC: Welcome to third party products. Jonni: “Nyx, you’ve got an inter dimensional hidey hole, right?” Nyx: "Put that thing in a a regular bag, I don't trust it not to try and corrupt everything inside my pouches.” Jonni: “Ugh. Fine. But as the least corruptible person here, I’m carrying the bag.” “Maaaaaarsh! I needs the tongs!” You head back to the surface. When you reach above ground, you find that its night. Or at least overcast. Kat is waiting for you. ”Um Marshal, I think you need to see this.” Jonni: “Told you.” Out about 100 feet away from the tomb there is now a river of blood, at the shore is a skiff, where there is a figure standing. He reaches up an d points at Marshal. Jonni: “What fresh hell is this?” Marshal: "Charon. Ferryman of the dead. My patron has summoned me. Fresh Hell is exactly this.”

OOC: Zaslav is the Tiger Force at the center of all things. To die in Reality TV is to die for Zaslav! OOC: I’d say they could at least do a DC themed reality show where you’re forced to go through existence in Darkseid’s vision of the world, but you could get the same effect taking a film crew to CPAC. OOC: MOTHER FUCKER THEY GOT RID OF SHADOW DEMON POSSESSION IN THIS EDITION. OOC: Gorbash has his shining sword, Marshal has smite, and now Nyxie has Glowy Stabby Stabs. OOC2: And Jonni, as always has her hotness. OOC: And we learned Gary blows ass. OOC: Okay, I know Marshal is Big Bird in this scenario. Are the rest of us all collectively Snuffy? OOC: I couldn't type it out fast enough on my phone but my thought was "SHIT HE BROKE OUT THE GREEK, SHIT'S ABOUT TO GET REAL!” Jonni: “NO ONE PUTS JONNI IN THE NO FUN BOX!” Hades: “Do you want to go in the Super No Fun Box?” Jonni: “Everything I do legally counts as sex. Everything.” Hades: “It’s true; I checked.” OOC: So Jonnis is gonna go off and have fun with Alecto and Tisiphone, and Marshal can get stomped by Gilgamesh and Bible fruit. OOC2: Jonni is gonna defile that banana. OOC: If Marshal is dealing with those Two, Gorbash is jumping in from the stands. "Like hell am I letting my buddy get double teamed." Pause "Yes Jonni, I'm aware of how that sounds.” OOC2: What’s this! It’s Jonni from the stands with an illegal foreign arcane casting!

#dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #quotes without context #ravenloft #har-akir

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ingravinoveritas · 6 months

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After seeing all those stories of Georgia going shopping with David (I'm honestly surprised that David knows how to drive, I don't know why), I think David is fed up with so much video.

@electronic-chocolate @victorianlonging Okay, so...I have indeed seen all of the stories that are referenced here, and I think a couple of things can be true at the same time. But let's first get the visual up for anyone who hasn't seen it (all in one video, for ease of viewing):

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The first thought that I had is how reminiscent this was of what we've seen recently, with Georgia filming David when he seemingly really doesn't want to be filmed (such as at that festival last month).

What also came to mind is something I think at least several of us thought of (if my DMs are any indication), which is that David is clearly, visibly annoyed. There's no real way to not notice it, with him looking incredulous in the car (though I did laugh when he said "I'm not dressed for this," given how adorable he looked without even realizing it), and then when she sets the tone by immediately using the word "content." There's no question that that's what the objective of this was: To have content of/with David that Georgia could post to garner attention.

Once they're in the store, we see him balling up the shopping bags in his hands, which to me came across as a sign of anxiety. And given how non-confrontational we know David is, it's almost amazing to hear him respond to Georgia's "Say hi!" with an immediate "Nope." And the whole thing sort of becomes what you might call a self-narrating zoo exhibit (or "self-paparazzi," as I recently heard someone aptly describe it) where David is literally just trying to shop for groceries while Georgia is sticking a camera in his face.

We also notice that at one point, David is recognized by some fans and stops to take a picture with them, which when you think about it is likely a regular occurrence, since he has one of the most famous faces in the country. But because that is the case, you'd also think he would feel a sense of relief when those interactions are over and he no longer has to be "on"...until he goes back to Georgia and she is filming him. And as good-natured as David is, there's no doubt that it must get a little tiring after a while.

All that said--and in the interest of providing a balanced perspective--it is possible that David was playing things up, to an extent, and perhaps even exaggerating some of the annoyance that we saw. And there was something else about this that stood out to me, and that deserves discussion: His shoes...

Yes, David was wearing gay pride Doc Martens. GAY PRIDE BOOTS, ladies and gentlemen and those of other gender persuasions. And when we realize this is the case, everything about this vlog/series of stories starts to gets very interesting. Because while the shoes were by no means the focal point of the Insta stories, Georgia had to know that David's eagle-eyed fans would clock them right away. And clock them they did (and I also noticed this pair of Pride-themed Doc Martens, and would not be at all surprised to learn that David owns a pair of those as well).

Leaving aside the fact that no straight man on this Earth--no matter how strong an ally--would wear those boots (I mean...come on), I almost saw this as a callback/follow up to Georgia's story from a few months ago where she appeared to use "their" pronouns when talking about David (rather than he/him). Much discussion was had at the time of this being a way to "test the waters" for David to start being more open about his sexuality/identity, and this almost feels like a continuation of that.

Having heard from queer followers of mine who are not fully out to their families/friends, it seems that it is not uncommon for folks in that position to wear things to drop little "hints" around people they are not ready to disclose to yet. And when you think about the number of "hints" from the last few months--the nonbinary pin, the pronoun Insta story, David getting emotional talking about Pride Month on that podcast, and now these new Insta stories wearing those boots--it makes you wonder if it's all building toward something.

Whatever the case may be, it's still difficult to overlook how uncomfortable David looked at times in those videos today--even if he was playing things up. For my part, I would genuinely rather never have Georgia post anything about David again than see him in her posts knowing that he is uncomfortable with it. I also agree that her hunger for content seems to be increasing, but I would also like to hope that if David did seriously ask Georgia to stop filming--for any reasons--that she would do so.

So I suppose we'll have to see what (if anything) this all leads to, and what will happen if/when she films him again. Happy as always to hear others' thoughts in the comments...

#electronic-chocolate #momoanderson #victorianlonging #reply post #georgia tennant #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #he is wearing gay pride boots i'm--#there is no heterosexual explanation for this #but i love that he is slowly telling us who he is #David is lowkey bi and Michael is highkey bi #it is puzzling to me that everything with her gets written off as a joke #especially when we're talking about David looking noticeably uncomfortable #but i will leave it to my followers to make up their own minds #i just hope David knows that he is lovely #and deserves good things #thoughts #discourse

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thaumasilva · 8 months

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i dreamed my family was visiting a large, rural property owned by my grandmother. this was a planned vacation but things were rather somber as a (fictional man the dream made, a young man named david apparently in an IRL club we're in) had recently died.

for some reason, my grandmother had been given the authority to bury him on her property. it was both somber and in dream-logic a non-insulting mystery for my family to figure out the specifics of how he died. there was some investigation that i forget, and i split off from my mother, father, sister, grandmother, aunt, uncle, and cousin.

everything turned to night. it gets dark out there in the woods. there was a subplot of this dream that involved happening upon a pretty girl with her own ghost story to solve, helping her solve it with some eerily accurate divination, and trying to kiss her before her mother showed up. something about a roadtrip.

after that i was alone in the night and hiked back up to my grandmother's property. the small house was on this green rolling hill and directly outside the back door was a slightly flatter area, with some bricks in the ground possibly for an firepit, and a small raised knoll with wooden beams set in it. i sat out there in the dark and finally puzzled out what happened to david. i don't remember how he died but i knew in the dream and i know it was a strange theory but i'm sure i was right. alone out there thinking about it

i went to bed and woke up late in the dream. i went out to the living room where my entire family was having breakfast and coffee, sitting in a circle with paper in front of them. i remember being bleary. they made some usual good-morning-sleepyhead jokes and then revealed that they'd written down all their theories on how david died. somehow, my unique theory had already been communicated to my grandmother, and she said that i was the only one who'd gotten it right

she asked me-- you were sitting right out there, weren't you? and pointed out the back door to that little grassy flat area with the knoll. i said yes. she said, that's where i buried him!

none of us had known that. i had this overwhelming sensation that david himself had told me. the shock of this was so bad that i collapsed to the floor in a version of paralysis, trying to choke out that he'd told me. then my alarm went off, and i woke up.

#dream log #t

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alicevirgo · 1 year

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3.31.2023 20.46

I'm playing straight off the chill mix because I can't be shaking like a chihuahua with all this rage within me. I need to journal a message for a mod because Diana is coming back without even trying.

Last night Carol talked to the owner of the discord about Diana. Carol and I have been talking a lot about our personal tiffs with Diana which are so similar to the point it sounds like one story. I didn't peer too much into what Carol said exactly because I was exhausted with how Diana has made it this far repeating the same mistakes.

21.35

Basically an hour passed and I hadn't written jack-shit since I started. I was still talking to Carol and Otto about Diana, unraveling new puzzle pieces to write this stupid message to the mod. Going back to the situation,

Carol told me the owner is on edge with Diana because they haven't noticed the issues until it was pointed out after months of not noticing. Carol was also once Diana's best friend, the same position I was in not that long ago. Carol and I noticed that if Diana gets hurt, she immediately gets quiet and AWOL you. I think Carol mentioned something small about Diana and Diana dipped out of their friendship so quick. But pretty much Carol mentioned to the owner how uncomfortable they are with Diana as a mod because she begged for days to be a mod and did mod stuff without mentioning it to other mods. Diana has proven that she reacts with her emotions and doesn't think them through.

Today, Otto texted me "I ain't believe you before that Diana gets defensive, but now I'm seeing you was right:skull:" I instigated but was casual with it, "lmpa what happened this time" and now it resulted in me coming here with rage. Diana was talking about running kids over in Roblox and Otto jokingly called her a bully. She messaged back normally, but normally in a way it's normal for her and everyone knows her, super defensive and balls to the wall. As I'm talking to Carol about the Otto's situation, Carol mentions how a lot can happen in 15 minutes for Diana because she's that intense with her feelings. After Diana needed to defend herself and try her hardest to fight the bully title off on her nametag, she subtweeted "this is me who ur hurting" bullshit after 15 minutes, hence anything can happen to Diana between 15 minutes of the tweet and situation.

So yeah, I should really start writing my message to the owner before I go on and on about Diana and my tiffs with her.

Hey owner, thank you again for being here for me when I got issues with things here and there in the server. I've been meaning to talk to you about Diana for a while but have been hesitant to do so because I didn't want to approach you with a lot of emotions and quickness. But it has come to my attention that not only the reason I left wasn't just Diana as a person, but Diana as a mod.

I don't trust her and after how she treated me in person, that made me leave all the great people in the server. I call her the flea of the group when explaining how I feel about her because she's just annoying in ways she makes everything about her and personal. She has an issue with taking things very personally and thinks anything is targeted toward her. After Diana has shown me that she doesn't like me, being in a server that she is mod in made me feel like I didn't belong, that it would be easier for me to leave than to stay in somewhere I'm not welcomed in. I had fleeting but small fears of her kicking me out of the server. I know that seems extreme and I see where I am making it dramatic, but I can also see the possibility with it. I believe that this isn't how a mod should act when dealing with other people's tiffs with the server.

After Diana pushed me out our friendship, I found out that she begged for the mod role and made a school shooting joke at the Joe West. While I was active, she posted a picture of a penis in the general chat even though NSFW chat has a no photo rule. She unbanned her boyfriend without telling anyone. She as well picks on Alan's outfit and openly bullies a girl from her high school (once while I was active, once before I became active). She is aware that she picks on Patrick, yet she continues to shortly after.

What tipped me over the edge to tell you this is that even after I left and made sure that Diana won't be in my life anymore, people are coming to me saying that Diana is really defensive or just repeating their personal stories that are similar to my story. This creates a hostile environment because friends, especially online, throw jokes, and she can't take a joke.

I as well don't understand why she is in the server when she's the "right age" for college while most of us are adults. I thought I could look past her age but really she needs friends her own age if she thinks the way she acts is normal. I'm not pushing to kick her out of the server, but it's something that irked me because I want to go hang with friends without worrying about getting caught with substances around her.

I asked Carol for screenshots of a conversation that happened on 3.31 Diana got defensive towards Otto because he jokingly called her a bully. She was very adamant that she isn't a bully. Alan took a sentence of an AI's opinion and tied it with "this means nothing to Diana" which I think is true because she's more focused on saving her face and acting on emotions than seeing that her friends just throwing soft punches. To hear that Diana is getting defensive towards Otto and Carol, two of the most sweetest people I know who thinks a lot about other people's feelings, really hurts me because they don't deserve Diana's whining.

Again, thank you for being open to me when I had tiffs within the server. I didn't imagine writing this much, but I felt like it was needed to say. I thought I was irrational and dumb to leave a server with great people, but it has been clear that Diana has been not only affecting me but the relationships around her. I know I am biased to say that I don't want her mod because I want to come back knowing I'm safe from her as a mod, but from my perspective, she doesn't add much to the mod responsibilities but more so hinders it.

Okay, its 23.26 and the playlist went back to Sylo - Ginny. The fact that I started the playlist with that song and it's playing again tells me that I've done enough damage to everyone involved in this post. I lied that I would work on late assignments last time and I really need to start tonight (thank god I'm holding myself back from going out tonight[because you're going out the next two nights alice stfu]).

#jentry

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todoscript · 3 years

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you receive a love letter in your shoe locker from an anonymous admirer

characters: bakugou katsuki, kaminari denki, kirishima eijirou, midoriya izuku, shinsou hitoshi, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff. very slight angst.

word count: 3.2k+ total, 400-700 per character

warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, feelings of doubt (mostly all fluff though)

author’s note: i’ve been on spring break so i found some time to write this! i absolutely love writing for these six (not like they’re my faves or anything pshhhhh—)

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

he’s already fuming the moment you open your locker and hold out the pastel pink card, sealed by a shiny heart sticker with your name written in smooth calligraphy.

it doesn’t take much for him to realize some other dunce head is trying to make moves on his girl.

and he absolutely won’t stand for it.

he stomps over to you and snatches the letter right out of your hands as you’re reading it.

your complaints go ignored behind him while he inspects the writing with the most livid expression.

you know that ugly face he makes when it comes to his over-exaggerated anger? the one with his eyes all squinted and the corners sharpened upward?

that’s his face as he continues reading, growing more twisted at every mushy sentence this anonymous admirer had the gall to say to you.

at one point, he can’t stand to read it anymore so he crumbles the letter in his fist before igniting it into crisps.

you scold him for causing such a scene and letting his anger get the best of him, but bakugou is still annoyed about it regardless.

“tch, who the hell does this shithead think they are, trying to make moves on you when we’re already together?! i’m gonna kill them when i find out who it is!” he exclaims, hands instinctively sparking with heat that scares off the other students walking by.

you mentally facepalm at this. still, you go about reassuring him that you won’t be swayed and take his hand to walk to the dorms together.

“katsu, you know it’s going to take more than a love letter to make me leave you, right?”

“heh, damn right, it’s gonna take a hell of a lot more that’s for fucking sure,” he sneers, a confident smirk on his face as he knows everyone else never had a chance with you to begin with. they can keep sending those letters and he’d make sure to burn them before they could even reach your hand.

on the way back to the dorms, he makes a conscious effort at pda—arm wrapped around your waist while his eyes glare daggers at any extra that even so much as looks at you the wrong way—asserting his claim over you.

meanwhile, having bared witness to that whole scene, your secret admirer is trembling in the corner. they make note to never send you another letter again unless they want their life to flash before their eyes in a fiery explosion.

KAMINARI DENKI

surprisingly enough, kaminari takes the whole situation more positively than most people expected.

in fact, he’s actually prideful about it.

just as he’s about to head over to your locker so you two could walk to class together, sero pokes his shoulder.

“hey, did you see all those written love confessions in y/n’s locker?” sero whispers behind his cupped hand near kaminari’s ear.

the blond scrunches his nose, confused. “no. what love confessions?”

“the letters that were stuffed in your girlfriend’s locker.”

again, kaminari is still puzzled at this. he realizes there’s only one way to understand what sero means.

when he glances in your direction he’s met with you fumbling around with a pile of letters balanced in your arms. his vision zeroes in on the envelopes, deciphering the fancy stationary and pretty embroidery.

oh. they’re love letters.

“other people are trying to make moves on your girl. what are you going to do about it, kaminari?” sero chimes in with an important question and honestly, kaminari can’t exactly make out a solution. or rather, he feels he doesn’t need to.

sure, he should be a little annoyed over the fact that others are disregarding your relationship.

yet could he really blame them for taking such a liking to you?

you’re pretty, smart, nice—the whole damn package.

he’d be more shocked if you didn’t have any secret admirers lurking around.

kaminari decides to leave his friend’s question relatively unanswered and continues his trek to your locker.

“hey, pretty girl! whatcha got there?”

taken off guard by his appearance, you nearly drop all the letters in your arms.

“denki, you scared me!” you exclaim. “these? they’re just some love letters some anonymous person placed in my locker. don’t worry though! i don’t plan on returning their feelings.”

smiling at how quickly you reassure him, he crosses his arms behind his head. “nah i’m not worried, babe. i don’t feel threatened or anything. it only makes sense that my girl is popular after all!”

you’re pleasantly surprised by how rationally he reacts to the scenario. though, knowing his character, he can’t just seem to leave it at that.

“yep, seems like we’re quite the popular couple!” he grabs your hand, wanting to show each other off as you make your way to class.

the bakusquad sees this as another opportunity to egg him on.

“and just how many love letters have you received since the beginning of the school year, kaminari?”

the blond freezes at the question. kaminari bites back words, but begrudgingly answers.

“...zero.”

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

“heya, babe!” kirishima enthusiastically calls to you, approaching your shoe locker. “ready to go back to the dorms?”

“yeah! in just a second though!” you reply.

as kirishima comes closer, he sees you occupied with some envelopes in your hand.

“what’re all those?” he asks, pointing at the refined stationary curiously.

“ah some letters gifted to me from an anonymous admirer. something about wanting to make their feelings finally known, but i’m not interested in them,” you say, clearing up everything before a misunderstanding could arise.

“oh, that’s cool.”

you quirk a brow at how relatively chill he is at this revelation. you were expecting a bigger reaction at this, but kirishima just simply smiles his genuine, care-free smile.

you don’t think much of it though. shoving the letters in your bag to dispose of later, you walk side-by-side with him to the dormitories.

little do you realize that kirishima actually mistakens this as pure, platonic admiration rather than infatuation.

to him, if they had really wanted to profess their love to you, they’d do it in person where you could see and hear them. not behind fancy penmanship and some pretty paper.

after all, that’s what a true man would do!

but as the days continue to roll by, he’s starting to have second thoughts.

“y/n, i’m telling you, with the amount of letters you keep receiving from them, you gotta find out who this person is!” he overhears mina lecturing you at your desk, going through another pile of notes that were left in your locker from that morning. lately, you’ve been greeted by an astounding number of these things each time you visited your locker.

“mina, there’s definitely no need for me to go out of my way to find this person.”

“aw, but look at all the sweet things they said about you!” mina recites a line from one of many letters. she muses about how the writer sentimentally compares your aura to that of a dandelion wisp in the wind—free and lighthearted yet fleeting and out of reach.

“how romantic!”

you roll your eyes, indifferent, but one side-glance at kirishima from your desk tells you that he’s beginning to interpret the situation differently.

the redhead has to admit that all those things that anonymous admirer said to you were… pretty sweet.

kirishima has always been a man of action—an passionate believer that actions spoke volumes compared to words alone. however, after hearing all of that, he’s wondering how he’s able to compete in that aspect.

he seeks you out during lunch and asks you something beneath a lonely corner of trees.

“y/n, do those kinds of things make you happy..?”

you tilt your head, curious about what he’s exactly referring to. one glimpse back at his demeanor in the classroom earlier with mina gives you an idea.

“do you mean all those letters i keep getting?”

kirishima nods slowly.

“well… i have to admit, it is nice to know that i’m ‘liked’ by other people,” you phrase delicately. “but all those pretty letters and sweet words don’t mean anything to me if they aren’t coming from you. besides, i always thought it’s better to let your actions speak for you, don’t you think?”

hearing your answer, kirishima’s face lights up immediately. before you can properly react, a pair of lips meet your cheek.

you rub the warm skin where his lips touched, flustered for a moment. kirishima grabs your hand, walking you two back to the lunchroom with a newfound surge of conviction in his steps.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

“ooh, look midoriya, seems like someone else has a crush on your girl.”

as midoriya’s tidying up his red shoes and bringing out his slippers for class, his male classmates inform him of the pink envelope held in your hands.

midoriya looks over in your direction. he watches as you peel the letter out of the envelope and begin reading its contents.

he doesn’t miss the slight flustered look on your features, observing how you scan through the writing while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, glancing over your shoulder as if your secret admirer was peering at you from behind.

“you better hold onto her tightly if you don’t want her stolen from you,” one of the boys warns, more so as a joke, but midoriya doesn’t take their banter lightly.

“knock it off, guys. just because someone else likes her doesn’t mean she’s going to leave me or anything,” he says this with as much confidence as he can muster, but his demeanor betrays him.

when he goes past your desk in the classroom later, he can’t seem to meet your eyes.

“good morning, izuku!” you greet him mirthfully. however, midoriya fails to return the greeting with the same enthusiasm.

“g-good morning, y/n…”

it’s hard for you not to notice that something is up by the way he heads straight to his desk afterward without another word.

throughout class, midoriya finds it a challenge to concentrate on anything but that letter you received that morning. his mind stumbles into the hole of bad possibilities—ones of you leaving him, those sweet words from your anonymous admirer making your heart flutter more than he ever has.

“—zuku… ‘zuku… izuku!”

he gets pulled out from his thoughts by your voice and turns to see the concerned look on your face.

“you okay? you haven’t touched your pork cutlet bowl this entire time.”

he stares down at his food, untouched since he sat down. “oh sorry, i guess something’s just been on my mind today.”

your brows knit together. “it’s about the letter i got today, isn’t it?”

midoriya stares at you, debating whether to deny your statement, but knows it’s pointless to try when it must have been obvious.

you take his silence as confirmation and grasp his hand that lays flat on the table.

“izuku, look at me,” you tell him and watch as his eyes slowly trail to you. “you know i wouldn’t leave you over some silly letter, right? no amount of words they can say to me could ever make me think differently about you.”

at this, a comforted smile spreads on midoriya’s face. he nods and squeezes your hand as a sign he took your words to heart before chowing down on his food, the uncertainty inside him disappearing.

SHINSOU HITOSHI

“another one?” you inquire to yourself in disbelief, opening your shoe locker to discover a rose-colored envelope waiting for you atop your slippers.

“dang, y/n, that’s like the fourth one this week!” uraraka comments, peeking over your shoulder.

“ooh! i wanna see what they wrote for you this time!” mina approaches from behind. you allow her to grab the delicate letter from your fingertips.

she over-exaggeratedly clears her throat, unwrinkling the paper by pinching at the sides. “‘you are the one who brought me sunshine when i only saw rain.’”

“aw! how sweet!” uraraka clasps her hands above her heart, seeming almost moved.

though the girls are all smitten by the love poem, you bite your tongue, hoping to suppress the urge to gag in front of them.

your boyfriend shinsou is on equal wavelength as you, witnessing the scene unfolding so early in the morning. he’s grown tired of replaying this spectacle for the past four days now.

his eyes navigate to the note and envelope in mina’s hand. by the script and the use of the same stationary, shinsou can tell the love letters you’ve been receiving are all from the same person.

“damn dude, you got some serious competition.” overhearing the girls, kaminari jabs at shinsou’s sides teasingly. “so, you gonna do anything about that mysterious guy trying to go after your girl?”

the violet-haired boy shrugs. “why should i? it’s not like i feel threatened.”

kaminari whistles at his confidence.

shinsou says he doesn’t care about it, putting on a level-headed and indifferent facade. but that was honestly far from the truth.

in actuality, he’s a bit pissed.

what kind of person goes around sending anonymous love messages to someone who’s already in a relationship? what the hell do they hope to gain out of doing this?

shinsou more than trusts you won’t be swayed by them, no matter how many times those notes discourteously greet you every morning.

you never bring up the topic of the letters whenever you two are alone, not wanting shinsou to be bothered over it and create a hassle. all in all, he’s grateful for this, and also for the fact that you make a point of never taking any of those letters seriously and dump them into the trash bin whenever the chance arises.

however, he can tell by your body language that the whole situation bothers you and makes you uneasy.

so, during one incredibly early morning, he decides to do some scouting.

he plays off his odd punctuality by saying he left something in the classroom yesterday and wants to get there early to look for it.

lo and behold, he finds a male student hovering around the lockers—suspiciously darting his head back and forth to be on the lookout for any other students.

little does he realize he’s already been caught red-handed.

“hey you.” shinsou abruptly calls out to him and the boy nearly jumps. “what are you doing here?”

the boy panics at his question, fumbling with his answer while hiding something behind his back—what shinsou presumes to be another one of those cheesy letters.

“u-um, just want to get to class early!” he sputters.

“is there any special reason you’re standing in front of my girlfriend’s locker then? ’cause last i checked, the lockers for general education students were located on the opposite side.” shinsou emphasizes his words with a bite of malice, arms crossed.

“i just lost my way is all–” the student suddenly stops mid-speech, his words and actions forcibly coming to a halt. all thoughts are overturned in the presence of shinsou’s quirk.

“i’m going to make this quick and easy for you to understand. not only are you going to forget about this conversation, but you’re also going to stop handing my girlfriend those love letters.” shinsou bends down to the boy’s height, staring at the abyss in his expression.

“and i’d also appreciate it if you kept your eyes off what’s mine.”

it’s safe to say, your influx of letters had been effectively cut off after that day.

TODOROKI SHOUTO

todoroki is no stranger to finding love letters from avid admirers and fans in his shoe locker before and after classes.

in fact, an unprecedented number of them had begun taking up all the space there after his impressive performance at the sports festival.

when he started dating you, however, he had made a clear declaration that he wouldn’t be accepting anymore of them.

but to be on the opposite end of having to watch you unlatch the door of your locker to have letters and notes practically tumbling out, todoroki wasn’t exactly sure what to make of this feeling that made his stomach twist into knots.

he notices the alarming amount of them and concludes they’re all from various students in different grades and departments.

“y/n, you’re getting pretty popular,” uraraka says, eyeing the stack of envelopes. “must be your dance performance from the culture festival! i remember you did get a lot of cheers in the crowd.”

“guess all those cheers came with a lot of fanboys, huh?” the invisible girl, hagakure, teases.

you jokingly nudge at them to stop with the teasing, but pause when your eyes cross todoroki’s. he’s giving you a look you can’t decipher—one that edges between troubled and apathetic yet you can’t tell which it is.

you send him a nod, silently acknowledging his presence as he waits for you to finish your business so you could head back to the dorms together.

watching you dispose of the various piles of letters has todoroki contemplating about what uraraka and hagakure commented on. about how popular you were getting and how your admirers have been bold enough to profess their reverence for you despite your relationship status.

todoroki’s not entirely sure what to make of this information. he doesn’t linger on it for long though when you finally approach him, your sneakers slipped on and your backpack securely hanging off your shoulders.

“ready to head home?”

a smile finds his lips at your appearance. he softly utters his response.

during the small distance to the dormitories, todoroki reaches for your hand and intertwines your fingers together. as seemingly minor the gesture is at this point of your relationship, it’s a detail you mentally take note of.

usually, when it came to publicly displaying physical forms of affection, you were the one to initiate it. you have to admit, seeing the assertive side of todoroki is like a small breath of fresh air.

as you continue your short journey home, a couple of male students walking by greet you enthusiastically. though you wave back to kindly acknowledge them, you feel the grip on your hand tighten, followed by a slight tug closer to todoroki’s side.

that alone is enough for you to realize something is definitely troubling him.

“sho, is there something wrong?” you ask, steps still walking in tandem with him.

todoroki’s voice doesn’t waver in the slightest as he replies, “no, why would you think that?”

“you’ve been awfully possessive all of a sudden,” you note, “is this because of those letters from earlier?”

“...maybe.”

you quirk a brow, amused. “is that a yes or a no?”

now todoroki is silent. your steps come to a halt. not parting your laced hands from his, you turn to look him in the eye.

“sho?”

“it’s just… when i realize that there are other people looking at you the same way i do, i get… uneasy.” his gaze drops to the ground as he confesses this, hand squeezing yours. the uncomfortable churning in his stomach settles a bit now that the words are out, but he finds it hard to ease the atmosphere.

this is where you picked up from where he left off. your hand goes to his cheek, gently cupping it so you can tilt his head up at you.

“oh shouto, you have to know that you’re the only one for me and i don’t plan on looking at anyone else but you,” you assure him. todoroki stares into your eyes, and in them, he can’t find any hesitance or flutter of doubt.

at this, he lifts your twined hands and grazes your knuckles ever so softly against his lips, wondering whatever troubled him so much to begin with.

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so... could you write some more adrien/chat salt? your fics and posts salting on him are always so good 🥺

Thank you! And of course~

—————

Ladybug had considered what to say multiple times over the day she'd had to think about it. She'd thought about all the different ways she could've said it, and what would've been the most effective when who she was talking to was taken into account.

However, sitting there on the rooftops with Chat Noir, there was a point where she just had to say it, no matter how it came out.

"Give me your miraculous."

Chat jerked his head over to her, jarred from the silence and eyes wide as his brain seemed to process the statement. Ladybug, meanwhile, stared ahead at the night sky, as if she hadn't said anything out of the ordinary.

After a few more seconds, she got a reply in the form of laughter, Chat buckling over with a hand on his stomach. "That's quite the Hawk Moth impression, Bugaboo!" he exclaimed, though calming himself enough to give her a half-lidded gaze and add, "But you don't have to do that to impress me, you know."

She didn't reply, only turning to look at him with her expression entirely flat, not showing any reaction to the mixture of teasing and flirting.

He was still grinning for a while, but as the silence dragged on, he began to falter. "...Ah—" He shook his head, leaning towards her and trying to force a smirk. "—if you want a wish that badly, all you need to do is say the word, m'lady! I can grant all your wishes."

She remained stoic, maintaining eye contact with him but not encouraging his banter. She could practically hear the gears turning in his head as it became clear to him that she was very much not joking.

One of Chat's ears twitched in confusion. He leaned back to his normal distance from her, seeming at a loss for what to say now that the atmosphere was finally registering with him.

Ladybug took a breath, noting that she had his attention. She straightened and looked back over Paris, saying, "I can't do this anymore."

He followed her gaze, squinting as if the answer would be written out there in bold letters for him. "Being a hero?"

"No, us. Us being partners." While he gaped at her, she stared down at her lap, her hands clutching her thighs as if that would give her some sense of stability. "...Chat, do you think this is a game?"

Chat shifted and rubbed the back of his neck, clearly not having expected the conversation to go here. It was hard to tell whether he was trying to keep things light or if it was just his genuine reply when he responded, "W-well, I'm definitely in it to win if that's what you mean—"

"I talked to Xavier Ramier today."

She watched his expression carefully, his hand leaving his neck and hovering awkwardly in the air as he looked at her. He seemed puzzled, not knowing what this had to do with the conversation, though his brows rose briefly like he'd remembered something.

She continued, trying not to show too much in her reaction as she explained, "Since I'm not as busy right now, I thought I'd check in on some of the people who got akumatized but I didn't have time for earlier. He was one of them." Idly, she pulled out her yoyo, almost mindlessly tapping away at it as she navigated through the various menus. "He said you came by to check on him a while ago; said that you were sitting there, just enjoying the day with him. He told me that you asked him if he missed being Mister Pigeon, or if he was feeling any negative emotions."

"I—" Chat tried to interject.

She didn't hear him, too focused on telling the story. "Then I asked him when you showed up, and he didn't know exactly when, but..." She showed him her yoyo, the messages Chat had sent clearly being timestamped for reference. "I figured out from what his rough guess and asking around that it was when you were supposed to be on patrol."

"I was on patrol!" Chat protested. "I was just checking up on him."

"You were relaxing on a bench," Ladybug reminded him., her tone remaining consistently flat. Snapping her yoyo shut and returning it to her hip, she added, "I even asked around and people told me they saw you go into the Grand Paris Hotel. I heard from one of the butlers there that you were sulking, and got excited when you saw Chloe and Sabrina fighting."

He opened his mouth to explain himself, but she could tell that he was struggling to come up with an excuse; he honestly believed that she'd never find out about any of this.

"I trusted you, Chat. I trusted you to cover for me when I'm not there, no matter what." She needed to swallow back her emotions for that one. "Why would you do that? Why would you hope for akuma to happen? Why would you lie to me?"

"I didn't!" Chat insisted, waving his arms frantically. "I—see... it was an off day! I was just—you know I can always do my best around you, and I did patrol! I just... made a few stops along the way! I wouldn't lie to you!"

"So you don't lie to me," she stated cautiously, "and you've never lied against me."

"Of course not!" he assured.

She paused for effect, just long enough for him to grow uneasy, then said, "Theo Barbot waved me down a while back."

Chat visibly cringed, and she could hear a hissing sound as he sucked in a breath.

"He wanted to congratulate me. He saw the picture of us kissing on the Ladyblog and said that he was glad we could finally go public about our relationship." Her gaze sharpened even as she stared at nothing in particular. "I asked what he meant, and he told me that you said that we were a thing. He said that that's what got him akumatized."

"It wasn't..." He averted his gaze. "...a lie exactly."

In response, Ladybug stood, throwing her arms outwards as emotion began to seep into her voice. "This is about more than lies, Chat; it's about everything! If you can only do your best around me, then what happens if an akuma gets me?" She didn't need him to answer. "You'll lose it. I need someone who I know will take care of things even if I'm captured."

"I would!" Chat retorted he stood up, the nervousness now showing on his face. "I would do everything to get you back, I—"

"Party Crasher," she cut in without missing a beat.

He recoiled like she'd physically struck him.

"And it's not just that I can't rely on you if I'm taken out; I can't rely on you not to take yourself out," she said pointedly, turning away from him and taking a few steps away to distance herself. "You're always throwing yourself in front of me and sacrificing yourself, sometimes when you don't even have to and always without just talking to me about it! Do you have any idea how that feels? You tell me all the time that you'll listen to me and how I'm the planner here, and then you go and make plans without me."

She heard Chat's hurried footsteps from behind her as he tried to match her pace and argue, "It's not like that! It's just—it's because..."

She turned just as he reached her, her stern gaze making him stop. "Because my anger is so irresistible?" she asked. "I'm just so adorable when I'm mad that you won't listen to me?" She advanced on him, forcing him back. "Thanks, Chat, that makes me feel so much better that you can't take me seriously because you just love me that much," she said sarcastically.

"That's not what I meant!" he argued, though at that point it seemed like all he could do was weakly protest that he didn't mean anything that way. "I'm only teasing, Bugaboo!"

"Then what do you really mean?" She clenched her fists at her side. "I've told you to stop calling me Bugaboo and you never do! You're too busy bantering and talking about our relationship to focus on the fight, and when that kiss happened - the one that happened because you got shot by Oblivio and I had to save you - you laughed at me for being upset and you didn't care. I'm tired of having to deal with all of that; I'm dealing with enough as guardian!" Reminded of her own status, she steeled herself up and held a hand out to him, managing to calm down enough to say, "Now, revoke your miraculous. I'll give it to someone else."

Chat retreated, his hand moving to cover his ring protectively. The nervousness had partially faded away into him being generally upset, though he also didn't try to defend his actions anymore. "You... if you give the ring to someone else, you'll know their identity!"

"I've already got a plan for that," Ladybug stated, holding her hand out more insistently.

Because of course she did. She wouldn't have been doing any of this if she hadn't given it a lot of thought first. There were pros and cons to bringing in a new cat, and when she really weighed it all together, this was the only way forward. Chat wouldn't learn, and she'd been stuck in a limbo of shouting at him, being ignored, and having to push down her feelings in the future or risk damaging their teamwork. She'd devalued herself - devalued her emotions - in order to believe that she could make it work because she needed him.

Except, she didn't. She needed a cat; someone to use the more active miraculous to balance out the lack of firepower that the ladybug miraculous had. It wasn't that it could be just anyone, but it certainly didn't have to be Chat. While she deeply regretted going back on one of Master Fu's decisions when he couldn't even have a say in it anymore, the fact of the matter was that she was the guardian and she made the rules.

Chat backed away a few more steps, his eyes darting around as he sought a way out of the situation. Then, facing Ladybug, a mixture of upset and offended, he argued, "We're a team! We still come out fine no matter what happened! You don't even know my identity, I've kept it a secret just like you wanted!"

He was reaching, and they both knew it. That had always been the reason for revoking someone's miraculous: someone else knowing their identity. However, there were reasons beyond that, and them "coming out fine" from a battle was hardly a high bar for someone getting to keep theirs. Ladybug knew that well enough after having dealt with Miracle Queen; even if Chloe's identity hadn't been revealed, she was still a bad person who felt entitled to a miraculous.

But Ladybug also understood the game Chat was playing at: that it wouldn't be right to take his miraculous when he's protected his identity. The logic was flawed, but she nonetheless crossed her arms and gave him a blank look, staring into his green cat eyes and starting to fit pieces of a metaphorical puzzle together.

Kung Food, Horrificator, and Startrain: those at minimum were times where Chat's civilian form had to have been inside at the time the akuma happened. Chat had also mistaken Francoise Dupont for an elementary school after they'd defeated Kwamibuster, but she mentally acknowledged that he could've been lying. He had to have been, if they were trapped in that building together with Horrificator. It narrowed things down significantly, and she knew that he had to have been a teenager like her due to the timer on his miraculous.

And while she was aware that Chat's green eyes meant nothing considering that she got green eyes as Lady Noire, there were little coincidences sprinkled throughout their history together that didn't add up unless she came to one final conclusion.

Chat showing up at the museum even though he'd have no way of knowing that an akuma could've been there. Chat knowing that Volpina's illusion was fake. Chat's mysterious loss of his miraculous when Style Queen was attacking.

The feather allergy.

Then, Ladybug glanced at the hand he was covering; the one she knew had the cat miraculous on his right ring finger. She almost felt like congratulating herself for constantly resisting the temptation, because when she actually thought about it, it was so obvious.

She knew that hand, as she'd seen it so many times. She had pictures of it plastered all over her wall and the realization made her feel sick, her heart dropping as opposed to skipping a beat.

"...Adrien Agreste," she said finally. "You're Adrien Agreste."

He blinked, his expression blank at first before dread started to take its place. His mouth slowly fell open, words trying to escape but there weren't any to be found.

She let the moment drag, stepping forward to close the distance between them. Adrien's face flashed over Chat Noir's for a moment and she swallowed, summoning all of her confidence to address him properly.

"Tell me, Adrien. Tell me that this hasn't been a game for you. Tell me that you wanted to protect Paris all this time. Tell me that this hasn't all been about you."

She waited, not expecting or hoping for any answer in particular, because it no longer mattered; the conclusion would the same regardless.

Ultimately, she got no reply, and within the next ten minutes, the cat miraculous was in her hands and Adrien was promptly taken home.

—————

Marinette took a breath of the cool night air, having chosen to walk home rather than get there as Ladybug. She needed time to think, and walking helped her clear her head from the rush of everything that'd happened.

Her purse rustled, Tikki popping out and leaning off the side to look up at her. "Is everything okay, Marinette?"

"Yeah." She nodded her head, just to reassure Tikki further. "It was for the best. It's a lot, but... I wanted to do it; for me, and for Paris."

Regardless of how many emotions she had to deal with, she was glad she knew. She supposed that she could've taken Chat's miraculous without seeing his identity - though it would've been complicated - but it helped her sort through so many thoughts in her mind.

She let out half of a chuckle, idly thinking that she dodged a bullet. If dating Adrien would've turned him into any level of Chat Noir - or, honestly, just knowing that he was Chat Noir - then it was definitely for the best that she figured out his identity. She wasn't sure how she'd behave around him the following days, but just the idea of things being any semblance of "normal" in the face of "the famous model Adrien Agreste," with no stutters or freak-outs...

It was nice, making everything feel a little brighter. Maybe Alya would even stop claiming that she's just "jealous" of Lila, the girls would stop teasing her so much, and she could put all that time she used to spend thinking about Adrien into something more productive. There hadn't seemed to be a downside in sight, actually.

As Marinette kept thinking on the subject, her gaze wandered off to the side, taking in the sights around her, and she paused when she noticed that she was right next to the Seine. The revelation didn't surprise her - she knew she'd have to pass by it to get home - but it did inevitably remind her of Luka, especially since they'd broken up only a day ago.

The metaphorical wound was still fresh, not helped by the fact that Lies had come right afterward as if to remind her of why she had to break up with him; she couldn't have a normal life, and she certainly couldn't have a boyfriend. It didn't matter if she loved Luka and he loved her back, because she would always have to leave their dates at the first sign of an akuma.

Yet, nevertheless, there was some form of comfort in staring out at the river, and she found herself traveling down the nearest set of stairs to walk right next to the Seine instead of so far above it, her eyes trailing along the surface of the water to search for the Liberty.

It took a few minutes of walking, almost making her wonder if she'd passed it without realizing, but then she saw the ship resting in the water, right where it always was. She approached, taking in the various colors and the silly rainbow weathervane, her body automatically relaxing at the memories of those two weeks of crafting kittycorn-themed costumes from paper mache.

Curiously, she noticed that the gangplank was up, as someone presumably had forgotten to pull it back before going to bed that night. Marinette walked over, crouching down and wondering idly if it was possible that it had been put up but had just fallen over at some point, yet it was clearly set perfectly in place.

Mentally trashing the thought, she placed her hands on her knees and started getting up. As she straightened her back, her eyes involuntarily scanned over the deck of the ship, a familiar color palette of blues, blacks, and whites registering in her mind before she fully recognized what—who it was. Her eyes locked onto the figure, and she had to slap a hand over her mouth to prevent herself from letting out a yelp.

It was Luka, sitting down on an instrument case with his guitar in his lap, though Marinette noted after a moment that he was actually asleep. Concern furrowed her brows as she took in his posture, one of his arms resting on the case while the other was perched on the guitar's base. His back was arched against the taffrail of the ship and his head was tilted back to the point where his hair was falling into his face.

There was no way that was comfortable.

Marinette hesitated, feeling almost like she was trespassing, then gave Tikki a look to hide inside the purse while she walked across the gangplank Any footsteps against the deck of the ship seemed unusually loud due to the otherwise quiet night, but Marinette tried to ignore it, approaching Luka cautiously so as not to startle him.

He was frowning, and she involuntarily copied the expression onto her own face. Outside of the bumps in their dates and the break-up itself, it was rare to see him as anything but calm or happy, and she got the distinct feeling that it wasn't just because he was asleep that he was making that face.

She reached up, lightly fixing his hair in case to try and keep it out of his eyes when he woke up, then lowered her hand to his shoulder. She gave him a light shake, then another with a little more effort when the first failed to stir him. When that failed as well, she leaned close, looking side to side like she was afraid someone would see her and think she was doing something strange. However, no one else was around, allowing her to safely whisper his name to him.

"Luka."

She stiffened when she got an immediate response to that, Luka letting out a low humming noise as he shifted. She jolted back, trying to give him space and blushing at the thought that shaking hadn't woken him in the slightest but her voice had immediately.

Luka's eyes opened halfway, staring blankly up at the sky. Brows lowering in confusion, he tried to move, though a whine escaped him when his body protested at the uncomfortable position he'd gotten himself into. He winced, but eased forward and leaned on his guitar for support, only then looking forward and meeting her gaze.

She shifted in place, feeling awkward but knowing that it was too late to back out now.

"...Mmmarinette?" he asked, squinting like he wasn't really sure she was there. He blinked a few times, his eyes widening a fraction when he confirmed that she was real. "Marinette?"

"Ah—hi," she replied, waving awkwardly. "Um, sorry, it was just—I was walking, and I saw you, and you were sleeping weird—not that you sleeping is weird or you look weird when you sleep!—but you seemed really uncomfortable so I just..." She gestured vaguely at his current state of awareness.

He let out a tired sound that may've been an "oh," then ran his fingers into his hair and rustled it, like he was attempting to shake the tiredness out of himself. That done, he managed a small smile at her that didn't stretch anywhere near the amount it usually would. "Thank you. I'm glad you care about me that much."

"Of course I do!" she blurted out, a little offended at the idea that she wouldn't. She realized belatedly how loud she'd been and rubbed an arm in embarrassment, but didn't take anything back either.

Deep down, she knew where he was coming from. It must've been hard for him to watch her ditch him and then deal with her ending their relationship with next to no explanation. Even with the confidence he constantly radiated, not having any information on the 'how's or 'why's must've been difficult, and she hated keeping secrets from him.

Even Chat got better than that...

Luka tilted his head at her, the anxiety probably written all across her face. Concerned, he began to ask, "...Is everything—"

"Luka," she called suddenly, straightening to face him fully. "I—" She swallowed, needing a few seconds to compose herself. "I know this is a bad time, because I'm not really supposed to be here, and you can say 'no,' but... can we talk? About what happened?"

She bit her lip nervously as he sat up, his body noticeably more awake than before. She felt like he deserved to know more about the whole situation, but he also had every right to refuse her for waiting - even if it wasn't that long ago - so the possibilities were nerve-wracking.

Thankfully though, Luka relaxed after a moment, lifting his guitar out of his lap to set it aside, the bottom of the body resting on the deck of the Liberty while the neck was supported by the taffrail. Settling his hands in his lap, he then gave her his full attention, even offering a soft look of reassurance.

Her shoulders eased; he was going to hear her out. Part of her almost felt bad, wondering if maybe he was forcing himself, but she also knew it was important for him to get closure on the matter.

"Okay..." She breathed, acknowledging to herself that she hadn't planned this is the slightest. After some internal debate, she sat down on the deck of the Liberty in lieu of a proper seat, earning a look from Luka but no further comment otherwise. Running her hands along her capris, she stared up at him and finally began, "It—it wasn't you."

He raised a brow, silently encouraging her to go on.

"I mean, maybe you weren't worried about that, but I just... I needed you to know that." She shrugged half-heartedly. "You didn't do anything wrong, Luka - you're amazing - and if it wasn't for me always having to leave and rush off and make you feel bad, I would've stayed with you."

"...Really?"

She blinked at his tone, the corners of her lips quirking up as he covered his mouth, clearly not having intended to blurt that out. She simply nodded at him, falling back into her serious state as she continued, "You deserve someone who can be dedicated to you, and I just—I can't, and I can't tell you why either." She slumped, ashamed at the secret she was forced to keep. "I wish I could. I do trust you, but it's not about that. It's—" She pursed her lips, struggling to find the right words. "—it's not really something I can say?"

She dropped her gaze to her lap, but didn't miss the flicker of understanding in his eyes. It was important to her, for him to know that she believed in him and that he'd done everything right in their relationship.

"...Are—" Luka paused, voice laced with worry. "Marinette, are you being blackmailed or something?"

She almost laughed at that. His deduction wasn't entirely wrong, as "go defend Paris from a supervillain and tell no one about it, and if you do then they might be in danger," certainly did sound like blackmail. Still, she shook her head, reassuring, "It's nothing like that. I'm sorry. I really want to tell you, a-and even be with you, but I can't do either." She clutched at her knees in an attempt to ground herself, glancing back up at him with a mixture of sorrow and guilt. "I don't know what you see in me, Luka, but I feel so lucky that you like me so much, and then unlucky because—" She choked briefly, her cheeks heating up as she realized that she'd never said the exact words to him before. "—because I like you too and I want it to be that simple but it's not. You want the truth and the truth is that I can't tell you no matter how much I want to. I know I forget things and had to skip out on dates because I was so stressed out, but you made everything fun and not stressful and I loved every date we went on until... you know." She gestured wildly to imply 'unsaid things happening.'

He was quiet, not showing any particular reaction, though she'd spent enough time with him to know that he was glad that she was talking more openly about it and clearing some things up that he might've been wondering about. His expression seemed blank on the surface but he was relieved to know something even if her words were pulling his emotions in every direction.

Mentally preparing herself for the next step, Marinette pushed herself up and walked over to him, finding it hard to meet Luka's gaze even as she hunched over and boldly placed her hands on top of his. Out of the corner of her vision, she could see his eyes searching her face, not knowing what to expect next.

"...I'm sorry," she murmured. "I know I apologized already but I'm sorry. I should've known things would end up like this but I wanted to date you anyway. I can't even tell you when this is all going to end so I can't ask you to wait for me either because it's not fair. You deserve a relationship that isn't so complicated... that doesn't involve me."

She flinched at the emotional punch to the gut she'd just given herself. She'd already known that dating would be near-impossible so long as she was Ladybug, but it was a completely different feeling to face Luka and say it to his face. She wasn't sure if she'd been his first crush, but the thought left a bitter taste in her mouth that it'd all gone so wrong and there was no hope of getting it back.

She took another breath to calm herself, slowly raising her hands away from his. "Anyway, that's all I wanted to say," she murmured, still not making eye contact with him. "Thanks for trying to show me a good time, Luka, but... maybe you should fall in love with someone else."

She turned away before her emotions could get the better of her, about to walk off when a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist and jerked her back. She squeaked in surprise, glancing behind her to see that Luka was on the edge of the instrument case, arm stretched out like he'd impulsively hurried to stop her. She opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, but he spoke first.

"Why?"

"W...why?" she echoed.

"Why should I fall for someone else?" he asked, his tone somewhere between hurt and serious.

"Ah." She tilted her head, confused and with no idea of what he was getting at. "Because of everything I said?"

"That you enjoyed our dates? That it wasn't us who cut the song short?" His other hand reached up, holding her hand as well while he looked at her tenderly. His voice grew quiet, like he couldn't believe what he was saying. "That you like me?"

Marinette blushed, but found it hard to look away from him this time. "I...I do like you. Um—only you, but—Luka, the dates..."

Luka slowly stood up, gently squeezing her hand in a show of support. "I didn't even think that I'd be taking up too much of your time, Marinette. I wanted to be together with you, but I didn't want it to be hard either." He offered her a lopsided smile, adding, "And I'm glad you told me, because I don't think you being busy means we can't be together."

"...What?" Marinette gaped at him in disbelief. "I thought you said that you wanted the truth, and—"

"You gave it to me," he reminded her. "You said you can't tell me and I believe you."

She waved her free hand wildly. "Y-yeah, and I'll have to run off and we'll never know when!"

"Then we don't have to date, or we don't have to date as much." He'd said it like it was the simplest thing in the world, and maybe it was. "Why should we be playing sad solos when we can play a happy duet instead?"

She went to retort, but he'd so swiftly shot down her arguments that she was left speechless. She hadn't even considered that - trying to compromise with him on their dates - because she thought she wouldn't be worth it for him, yet here he was, offering himself to her again now that everything had been laid out for him. It seemed too good to be true, but...

He was her Second Chance, and every moment she spent with him just reaffirmed why she'd adored being given that chance in the first place.

She made a small noise as she tried to hold back emotion, her hand shaking in his. "You want me that much?"

His smile grew wider and more genuine, clearly recognizing that she was about to accept him. "Yeah. Do you want me too?"

Afraid her voice might crack and ruin the moment, she nodded and turned fully towards him. She held out her other hand for him and he took it happily, both of them able to enjoy each other's company once more.

Once things had properly settled down, she held back a shy giggle and asked, "S-so, do we just... pick up where we left off? Or just—before everything started going wrong?"

He hummed, seeming to honestly think about it. "I guess so. What verse do you want to start from?"

She retraced all of the bad dates in her mind, like she were rewinding a movie. One moment in particular stuck out to her, and she tried not to grin too much as she suggested, "The cinema? After I gave you the necklace?"

She didn't have to clarify any further, his eyes lighting up in remembrance. He grinned and leaned down to be closer to her level, her getting up on her tiptoes to meet him halfway in a kiss, thus finishing what they'd started from what felt like forever ago. She could feel Luka's hands caressing hers, as if to reassure that everything was alright and he was happy.

She waited until the kiss broke apart, then looked at him to ask teasingly, "Better than setting up a whole date to do that?"

He pressed his forehead to hers, sighing happily. "Definitely."

She beamed at him, almost tempted to kiss him again before she remembered what time it was. She gasped, inadvertently surprising him with the sound, then recoiled and placed her hands firmly on his shoulders, sitting him back down on the instrument case.

"You need to sleep!" she told him, then corrected a second later, "But—not here! Not right here anyway! It needs to be in a bed! Your bed!"

He laughed at the abrupt shift in tone, but nodded obediently at her, resting his fingers along her wrists. "I will. You'll sleep too, right?"

She nodded back, her heart skipping a beat at his care for her. "Yeah, I promise."

Her hands lingered on him, as did his with her as she pulled away from him. As much as she would've liked to stay with him, it was late and she still had a lot to take care of.

Rushing across the gangplank, she waited until she was safely on the other side so she wouldn't risk tripping as she turned to face him, walking backward and waving excitedly. "Bye, Luka!"

He suppressed a chuckle at the happiness-induced loudness of her voice, then waved back at her. It was only when he got up to take his guitar inside that she finally turned around and started officially heading home.

—————

When the last of the Adrien photos had been shoved into her trash bin - even the ones on her corkboard - Marinette allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief and collapse into her chair. It'd taken a little longer than she'd thought, but she was still satisfied with the change. The walk home and conversation with Luka had brought all of her thoughts together and made her feel optimistic about how the day had gone.

"Marinette?" Tikki looked up from the chocolate chip she'd been nibbling on, her being the only kwami awake at that hour. Voicing the inevitable, she asked, "What are you going to do about the cat miraculous?"

Marinette turned, acknowledging her, then reached into her purse to pull out the ring in question, turning it a few times in her hands. It was weird having it in her possession while she still had the ladybug earrings on, but it wouldn't stick around for long anyway, so she wasn't concerned.

Tikki continued, an urgency in her voice, "You're Ladybug, and you're not supposed to know anyone's identities, but you're also the guardian now, so you're supposed to give out miraculouses and know everyone's identities!"

Marinette, much to Tikki's apparent surprise, flashed her a smile and held the ring up confidently. "That's exactly why you're going to pick the next cat, Tikki."

Tikki blanked, dropping the chocolate chip in shock. "Wh—me?" Her voice squeaked. "Why me?"

Marinette would be lying if she said that she didn't find some amusement in Tikki's befuddlement. With a bit of effort, she pushed herself up from her seat, setting the ring down on the table and walking towards the sink at the other side of the room. "Because you've been with every ladybug who's ever existed, which means that you've known every ladybug and cat duo that's ever existed." Giving Tikki an expectant look, she added, "If anyone knows what kind of cat I'd need as a partner, it's you."

"But—" Tikki floundered, the thought clearly having never occurred to her. "It's the guardian who has to hand out miraculouses!"

"I won't know the new cat's identity this way," Marinette reminded her, idly tracing her fingertips along the sink's edge. "Sure, it'll be someone we both know, but if I didn't figure out that Adrien is Chat Noir until I tried, then I won't figure out this one either."

Her eyes scanned over the various drawers in her reach and she pulled open one in particular, a small box jerking forward from the momentum. It was the same box that held her ladybug earrings all those months ago, and now it would be the box for the new cat as well.

Holding the box to her chest and silently wishing luck upon it, Marinette returned to her table to see Tikki staring quietly at the ring in thought, apparently still processing what she'd been told. Marinette paid her no mind for the moment, setting the box down and searching various other drawers for a white cloth big enough for the box to be wrapped in. Then, once she'd successfully found one, she laid it out neatly on the table and opened the box to place the ring inside.

The moving of the ring snapped Tikki out of whatever trance she'd been in. She flew up, clinging to Marinette's hand and begging, "Wait! At least tell me what you'd want in a cat!"

Marinette supposed that was a win, since Tikki wasn't outright rejecting the idea and had little argument against it. She dropped the ring inside the box and smiled at the gentle 'click' it made when she closed it, then turned to address Tikki. The nervousness on display made a modicum of sense when considering that kwami were supposed to obey the guardian, so being told to do what they wanted was probably a little strange.

Marinette just took it in stride. She leaned against her chair as she considered her ideal cat, having been so used to Chat Noir that she needed a minute to imagine someone who really matched her.

"Thoughtful," she answered, nearly blurting the word out when it finally came to her. "Someone who thinks the way I do so I'm not doing everything myself. They can be selfless, but they have to have limits, and with good instincts so they won't throw themselves in front of me." Her expression growing fond at the idea of such a partner, she took the cloth and wrapped the box in it, sealing it with a strong knot as she added, "And... they have to be understanding, where I can cover for them and they can cover for me and we'll just—click."

She snapped her fingers for effect, watching as Tikki flew over to the wrapped-up box and tested it to ensure it was safe to carry. While she was tugging at the knot to confirm it was tight enough, Marinette stood and headed up the stairs to her bed, opening the way to her balcony so Tikki had a way out.

By the time Marinette peeked over the bed to check on Tikki, Tikki had already taken hold of the cloth and flew up to be eye level with her, the box being a noticeable yet manageable weight. Marinette moved to the side, allowing the straight-faced Tikki to go past her and go up to the balcony.

Thinking that Tikki had already gone, Marinette was about to close the trapdoor when she heard a soft, "Marinette?"

Her head turned to see Tikki, hovering above the little table with the box still held in her paws. She seemed conflicted, like she was struggling to find words, but eventually settled on, "You're a great guardian."

And with that, she left, Marinette blinking in surprise for a moment before a smile formed on her face. She closed the way to her balcony, then slipped back down the stairs to start getting ready for bed.

At the same time she'd be settling in to sleep that night, her tiny Miracle Box would be set down delicately in the Liberty, specifically on Luka Couffaine’s amp.

#((And some Lukanette obviously because I have no self control.))#MC's Writing #writing: story #category: salt #salt: chat noir #episode: Lies #other: ml spoilers #relationship: Luka Couffaine & Marinette Dupain Cheng

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