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literallyalbertcamus · 2 months

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okay literally god bless you for writing about angus tully 🧎‍♀️

angus and reader have a “study date” but its just an excuse for mr tully to admire and try and make out with reader :3

(if you’re comfortable writing ofc 🫶)

Can’t Take My Eyes off You – Angus Tully.

(This is the first request for a headcanon i writte since i was twelve, a little short but i did my best. There where 910 words in spanish)

Going to the library that day had been his idea, you were stressed about a chemistry exam, twenty-five percent of your semester grade, which wouldn't have been much if it weren't for your normally deplorable grades in the subject. That's why Angus, being the attentive boyfriend that he is, proposed to help you study. So now there you were, probably the only two people besides the librarian in the building, at one of the back tables hidden behind shelves full of books, side by side with your books and notebooks open on the table.

You two had been in that situation for at least an hour, when you had finally begun to understand the subject matter so he leaned back in the seat with his arms crossed behind his head watching you write flash cards so as not to forget what you had struggled so hard to understand and what Angus had so patiently explained to you. Your hair was tied back but a lock of it fell over your forehead, you were wearing Angus' favorite mini skirt, a burgundy color that contrasted beautifully with your legs in his opinion, you were also wearing a new perfume your mother had given you that smelled exquisite, the last two buttons of your black blouse were undone and a third was threatening to come undone as you bent over to write on the flash cards. Practically a pleasure to look at in your opinion.

Sometimes it was hard for him to believe that you had agreed to be his girlfriend, and watching the sunlight fall on your face softly there in the library was one of those times.

“Do you have much left to write?” He asked you leaning over your shoulder.

“No, just three more cards” you muttered.

He stood in that position watching you write, your handwriting was curved and hurried, not very neat compared to his but he liked that, how authentic you were compared to his world and everything around him.

“Stop looking at me, i need to finish this”

At that he just smiled and moved closer to you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I like your perfume” he murmured into your neck and wrapped his arms around your torso, sometimes he liked to do that when you were together, just hug you and hide his face in your neck “ ‘s really nice... smells like candy”

Your fruity perfume represented exactly your scent in his personal opinion, completely sweet. The truth is that Angus absolutely adored everything about you, from your perfume to the way your hands fit his, or how good your lips felt against his, you were basically God in his eyes and could do no wrong.

“Enough! I need to finish this” you let out a giggle trying to get a little away from him to continue writing “come on, Angus I'm serious!”

“Nop, you’re just so sweet i want to eat you”

He began to spread little pecks down your neck, at first soft and not so close together, at first they caused you nothing but tickles and a slight blush because it was harmless, just his arms around you and his slender long fingers firm on your waist, so you managed to finish one of the cards, then when you leaned over to take another of the pink sheets of paper, Angus took the opportunity to move a little closer, and when you sat down the side of your back was on his chest now leaning towards your body.

“You're such a tease” you mumbled looking sideways at him, his smile bigger after your comment.

“Not my fault i have a total babe in my arms”

That made you stop writing and slowly turn around, his cheeks red as he tried not to start laughing.

“Oh my god! Stop it!”

“Only if you kiss me, doll”

Now the one who was red was you, trying to refocus on the sheet in front of you. Calling you nicknames like "doll" or "baby" had started after one afternoon at the pub where you two overheard a group of Barton boys talking about what girls liked, or at least what girls liked according to them, a group of teenage boys who had never interacted with a girl their age and who's only knowledge of the female body came from the hands of playboy.

You thought it was over when you were halfway through the important information, when you felt Angus' lips on your neck again, this time leaving wet kisses for every corner he had access to, you still weren't going to let him get away with it because that test was really important and you needed to learn that information at least until you finished it. That worked for a while until you were done with that card.

“Oh!”

That vicious bastard bitted you.

“Come on, you've learned all that already! Let me take care of you” he whimpered against your neck, his hands roaming your waist and what he could reach of your legs “You're so smart, there's no way you're going to fail that stupid test!”

“Well... maybe, maybe i can have a little break” you bargained, letting yourself be tempted by the kisses that trailed up from your collarbone to your cheek and down again “But! If you leave a hickey its over” you threatened him seriously as you turned around to drape your leg over his and sit nicely in his lap.

“Yes ma’am”

“Now stop teasing and kiss me right, pretty boy”

#the holdovers #angus tully x reader #dominic sessa #angus tully #lit im camus and now i take requests

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i-am-vita · 3 months

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Ghost Rose musings: Loves and Friends

Some shorter Headcanons for OcReader because I have too many ideas to concentrate in my actual WIPs. And I still have to finish her bio and family. And her Phantom Pirates crew because stupid overachieving brain has to create full Ocs and lore. I swear I worked on this a normal amount of time.

Based on my first OPLA older menxfemreader headcanons

👉 Masterlist

Phantom Pirates Crew already.

Soon the Strawhats.

Characters: Shanks, Beckman, Mihawk, Bogard, Garp, Buggy, Zeff, Kuro, Crocodile, Do Flamingo, Big Mom.

Warnings: Swearing, back at excessive and unnecesary use of the word Fuck. Suggestive themes. Some spoiler of future OP (for the just OPLA readers).

Expect: Use of You, not y/n. Still bad english. These are not the Consistent Time Tenses you are looking for. I wrote half of this instead of working.

Still not beta'd because I exist in the void.

Redhead "I Ran Away with Him not Abducted by" Shanks

Bestie (with benefits most of the time). The person you trust most in the world. Always there when you need him, somehow. You love him to death, as a friend because man’s anti commitment in the best of days and you know it.

He is NOT jealous that Mihawk is interested in you and you reciprocate enough to have ended his benefits indefinitely. Not at all... Of course you deserve someone who loves and cherish only you as the treasure you are, to wake with you in his arm for the rest of his life... Fuck.

Fave of your Captain Erik. He still believes he can convince Shanks to settle down with you. Maybe he should arrange more jobs where you end up stranded somewhere and Shanks has to pick you up.

Benn "Hang in There, Old Man" Beckman

Just marry his Captain already so he has another babysitter that's not him, damn it! Give a man a break. May teams up with Eriksson to rid Shanks of his libertine ways.

Totally not getting Shanks all riled up by wondering out loud if Mihawk would actually propose to you. Should he tell him about the Bathhouse incident?

Dracule "I'm not Falling for Him" Mihawk

Woman, you stole from him, cinderella-ed him and he keeps looking for you. Get your shit together and fuck him already instead of running away after smooch him and heavy making out with him every time he finds you. It's not like you're falling in love with him. Nop... Fuck.

He is absolutely not so head over heels about you that has started to name your future child. Damn, you want to bring over your redhead plaything idiot from time to time? Go ahead. That Marine fucker better keep away from you. No, he’s not drunk in your favorite sweet red berries juice wine that he despises but still drinks because it reminds him of The Day You Met and the taste of your lips… Maybe.

Fave of your captain's wife. Full going for he's-the-catch-of-the-season victorian-matchmaker mode. May be arranging an unusual amount of balls and inviting him. Has the wedding planned already.

Bogard "It Would Never Have Worked" Rick

We don't talk about Bogard. Too sad and guilty for leaving him hanging in your youth. You can't help but still care for him. Maybe still love him. A little. Let's not think about him.

He's not dying inside to have discovered you're the Ghost Rose and you may be in love with Mihawk. Absolutely no... Fuck.

Wait until he finds out about Shanks.

Monkey D. "My Son is the Most Wanted Man in the World" Garp

He is all for Bogard to "go fight for her, you idiot". Actually likes you and your boss.

If the Duchess arranges a ball, he's sending Bogard undercover to inform him if he notices some "suspicious activity". Bogard isn't getting it, would just byronicly sulk in the noir corners, doing his job and longing for you from afar.

"And why didn't you dance with her, moron? yOu WeRe DoInG yOuR jOb... I didn't get married and had a son by staying away just doing my job." Wait, was he married to the mother of his son? "Am I a barbarian like Roger? Of course I am married to the mother of my son." Wait, is she still around? "Like alive? Of course. She left and hates the guts of me for being absent all the time and driving our son away to an anti-government life but... still!" Hence...

Neither of you knows what is your bosses deal or history but Garp may be the only Marine in the world who knows that Duke Shostakovich Eriksson is the Phantom Captain. And gives no shit because he's a pal.

Who else is going to snitch all the gossip from his son's whereabouts and the marine highest ranks info they try to hide to him? All those jobs of sneaking in Marine Bases to get intel? They didn't come from him. Not at all... Oh.

Buggy "It was Just One Time" the Clown

You were wasted-drunk and freshly dumped Kuro!!! Not happening again because STANDARDS. Just don't let him sweet talk you and look at his pretty blue puppy eyes at the same time. DO. NOT. LOOK.

Somehow, your captain adores him, thinks he has potential. For what? You have no idea. Outdo him in extravagance?

Buggy kisses the ground your captain walks on. Even when he already told him that Roger never confessed to him about the One Piece. Doesn’t matter. Eriksson rocks. Yes, he knows his identity as does Shanks since he was besties with their captain. Never telling, clown’s promise!

Your crewmates Raoul and Carlotta may or may not have a crush on him. They can have all his chop-chop parts for all you care.

Red "I Ate my" Leg "to Save This Little Flirty Gremlin" Zeff

Eriksson's old bestie. Worked together for a while to seek information about the All Blue. They just talk in insults to each other.

They were supposed to meet that time his ship was wrecked and looked for him for months until your crew found him in that rock with his new kid. "And why the fuck did you tough it was a great idea to raid a ship in the middle of a storm, you mangy landlubber?" “There was something suspicious! Germa 66 was in the area some weeks ago, gossip said they may have planted something important there, you hornswogglin' son of a biscuit eater!” *Kid looks around pretending not being there*. "And that's why the intel dealer is me, not you, scurvy-ridden old sea rat!" *Eriksson looks pointly at kid while Zeff isn't looking*.

Helped him to retire and open his restaurant. His kid may have had a massive crush on you.

Not-friends/Hated

Kuro "Fuck That Guy and His Fucking Plans"

Except you did. Literal and metaphorical. And then dumped him for being a piece of shit. But the guy dared to threaten your niece and spat your identity in front of Bogard. Now they can truthfully give him up for death.

Sir "I Hate that Guy" Crocodile

He DARED to mistake you for an escort and groped you when he went to try to make a deal with Eriksson (as the Duke, not the Phantom Captain, he’s unaware of his alter ego). You almost beat the shit out of him (Gara vs Rock Lee style, see: Naruto) but ended up very even at the time.

(Doesn't look like I thought about this obsessively.)

After that, he actually respected you but still ogles you shamelessly. Not forgetting it for the rest of your life. It goes without saying he never got a deal from the Duke.

It would be a shame if in the future it reaches the ears of a certain Best Swordsman to whom Croc is allied.

Don Quixote "That Fucking Bastard" Do Flamingo

Your captain despises him. They have history. Say no more, for you that's enough.

Charlotte "Big Souless Ugly $%&! Bitch Mom" Linn Linn

Hate her with all your being. No more comments or you may stab someone.

#one piece #one piece live action #opla headcanons #opla #opla x reader #one piece fic inspo #one piece headcanons #x reader #one piece oc #one piece original character #bogard x reader #shanks x reader #mihawk x reader

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vay99 · 1 year

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Ace x reader

Modern AU

Studying you

Anime/Manga: One Piece

Ace is fast asleep on his desk, noiseless sleeping through the lesson. Marco keeps an eye on his friend so he doesn't get into trouble, quietly laughing to himself as he puts sticky notes on Aces face.

"As I announced last week, we'll be doing a project. I've already chosen the partners, there won't be changes."

"Should I wake him?" Marco asks himself, assuming that they'll get teamed up anyways he decides to let his friend sleep.

"Marco and Tatch, Ace and (y/n)..."

"Mhm?!" Ace, shakes his head, trying to avoid Marcos poking.

"Dude, wake up."

But no chance.

"Broooo."

Nop, must need a miracle. Just then the bell rings, the teacher tries to keep everyone from stroming out but no chance. It's the last period, who wouldn't sprint home? Well, you didn't.

Approaching the two friends in the last row you notice that Ace is asleep.

"The usual?"

"The usual." Marco sighs.

"I'll wake him up, he probably doesn't even know we got pared up for the history project." you explain, ruffling his hair.

"Mhm, stop that mom."

You immediately freeze while Marco bursts into laughter, causing Ace to wake up.

"What is it? (y/n)?" Ace squeals, accidentally falling off the chair.

"I just wanted to tell you that we got paired up for the project." you explain, while the flustered boy picks himself up from the ground.

"Sure, nice sounds that. I mean! That nice sounds! I-"

"You can meet up at Aces house tomorrow, after school, right Ace?" Marco helps out his friend.

"Yes, sure, totally, absolutely."

"See you tomorrow then sleepy head." you wave goodbye to your friends, saving Ace from more embarrassment.

"Why can't I talk to her like a normal person?" Ace sinks back onto the ground again.

"Dude, that's the least problem right now, you called her mom." Marco reminds him, kneeling next to his friend.

"I did WHAT?!" Ace sits up straight. "Please bury me."

*Next day after school*

"I can't be alone with her!" Ace whisper yells at his friend who's pushing him towards you.

"Yoi! Here's your Ace. Have fun!" Marco immediately runs off, leaving a flustered Ace and confused you behind.

"Sooo, should we go?" you ask, whipping forth and back on your feet.

"Sure." he says, head turned away from you.

"It's been a while since I've visited you the last time."

"It is..." Ace thinks back to the first time you visited him. You just moves to his neighborhood and had no friends yet, so your parents thought it'd be nice if you'd become friends.

At first you got along pretty good but after a year in school your interests driften apart, so you grew more more distant. You'd still hang out at school from time to time but in private you barely saw each other. Aces huge ass crush wasn't helping at all, if anything he distanced himself even more to get you out off his head.

"There we are." Ace says, opening the front gate, letting you pass first. "My brothers are at home as well, I hope that doesn't bother you."

"Of course not, what were their names again... Luffy and, oh, Sabo!" you remember, right then Luffy opens the door.

"Hi Ace! Dinner is ready! Oh who's this?" the enthusiastic boy grins at you.

"I'm (y/n)."

"Are you Ace's girlfriend?"

"Uh, no, I'm-"

"Ace come on the food will get cold." Luffy interrupts you and pulls his brother inside.

You're joining the three brother for dinner, Sabo still remembers you, unlike Luffy.

While Ace and Sabo clean everything up Luffy bombards you with thousands of questions.

"Isn't that the girl you have a huge crush on~" Sabo nudges Aces side.

"Please shut up." Ace groans, sinking onto the ground in frustration. "Luffy will ruin all of my chances with her."

"I beg to differ." Sabo chuckles.

"Ace is the best brother! Next to Sabo of course, even though Ace isn't as smart as him. But he always cooks food for me and let's me play his video games." Luffy praises his brother.

"I didn't know you could cook Ace, you should teach me someday." you laugh, making Luffy explode with happiness.

"Can I eat it then?????" this boys brain has food as only information inside of it.

"Congrats, that sounds like a date." Sabo pats his brothers shoulder while you're getting strangled by Luffys hug. "If she survives.

"Oi Luffy!" Ace pulls his brother away.

"Your brothers are really, lively?" you say as you enter Aces room, ready to start the project.

"Yeah, sorry about that." Ace feels like drowning in embarrassment, but he has no time for that.

"Yo what are you doing?" Luffy immediately slams the door open.

"We're working on a history presentation." you answer, while Ace starts his Laptop.

"School stuff is boring. Bye." Luffy leaves as fast as he came.

"They're annoying." Ace mumbles under his breath as he starts the PowerPoint window.

Working for two hours straight with no interruption and full productivity had you two grow tired by now. Aces head is already laying on the laptop, adding lots of N's to annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...

"Hey Ace. Ace?" looking up from the book you notice that your friend fell asleep and immediately save the laptop and presentation from the attack. "How can someone fall asleep so fast, we were talking just a minute ago." /He looks too peaceful to wake him now/

Looking threw his room you notice a picture on his wall, you two when you were younger. Smiling you take the picture in your hands, remembering how fun it used to be to hang out.

"This must be five years old or something." you turn it around, to srr ig there's a date on the back, only to find a handwritten note.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

From 15 year old me to future me;

My mom just gave me this picture, it's already been a year since I distanced myself from her. I'm not brave enough to do it yet so if you, future Ace, read this:

Confess.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Oh my-" you can't help but stare at the words and read them over and over again. /It's been two years, does he maybe... still?/

"What- Oh no I fell asleep again." Ace yawns, making you hidr the photo behind your back, instead of just putting it back which was a really smart move.

"Yeah, you were really fast asleep." you chuckle nervously, unsure how to behave.

"Sorry." Ace rubs his neck, slightly embarrassed.

"No worries."

"It's already late, I'll bring you home." Ace says, noticing the sun setting.

"Oh." but you don't wanna go. "We don't have school tomorrow, we could do something else. Like we used to."

"Like we- Oh. Sure, uhm, wanna, wanna watch a movie ooor, what about." Ace pulls out random video games to come up with suggestions. "Or what do you wanna do?"

His black, messy hair, the freckles hidden by his blush, his dark eyes filled with confusion and hope. This made you loose your mind for a moment.

"I feel like studying something else right now." you eye his lips, taking a few steps towards him.

"Like what?"

As if everything else blends away you bet everything upon that one card.

"You."

"But there's nothing interesting about me." Ace claims, now completely read as you hand him the picture. "Oh no, no no nonononoooo. You didn't, no, how, why. Im sorry, uh."

"Ace." you cup his cheeks. "Calm down." resting your forehead against his he calms down. "I'd do it but since you've promised your younger self I let you go first. If you still feel the same."

The last sentence took the most strength out of you.

Taking a few deep breaths Ace pulls himself together. "I like you (y/n). I've always did and I still do."

"I like you too Ace." you smile at him, kissing his nose.

Letting out a relieved laugh Ace wraps his arms around you and falls onto his bed, laying on top of you, face buried in your neck.

"Please tell me you didn't fell asleep."

"No but I've just put all of my energy in this confession, I've got none left." Ace mumbles, his breath tickling your neck.

"Then we'll study another time~" you play with his hair, growing comfortable in this position. Ace is like a heater, or like a big cat, or a big teddy bear. But one thing is for sure, his cuddles are the best.

#One piece #one piece fluff #One piece x reader #Ace x reader #portgas ace x reader #Ace fluff #one piece modern au

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nanaloveswo-men · 1 year

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piece of cake - erling haaland

pairing: erling haaland x brazilian fem!reader

summary: it’s your birthday party when your friends decided to tease you by asking to who you’re going to give the first piece of your birthday cake, bringing up the brazilian tradition where the birthday girl gives the first piece of the cake to the person she loves the most

warnings: fluffy, swearing, just a bit of mature language

author notes: just an ideia i had because of a dream. I’m not a native english speaker, so i’m sorry if there is any kind of error.

word count: 1,1k

“so, i’m the one you love the most.”

Everything was good, you were with your best friends and with your sweet boyfriend, nothing could go wrong, right? Wrong.

After the birthday song, you were ready to finally cut the cake you’ve been dying the whole night to taste.

Your bestie baked the cake herself, and since the morning, she’s been telling you about how excited she was for your birthday, and how she put all of her energy into baking the most perfect and delicious cake this world could see.

You totally agreed with her, because now, when you were seeing the final piece, you could confirm that the cake was beuatiful. The light pink glacé was perfectly spread along the round surface, and the strawberries on the top were the final touch.

“I love it! Thank you so much!”

You said excited, and your bestie could only smile with your happiness. Haaland was by your side, his eyes shining just from seeing your happy face, for him, moments like this were precious.

“Can i cut it now?” you asked, already bored with all the photos your friends had already taken of the cake. “No!” your bestie screamed “We need to take pictures of you and Haaland, so don’t you dare to make any move!”

You rolled your eyes, being honest, the only thing you wanted was to eat the fucking cake, but when you saw Erling’s puppy eyes, excited for taking pictures with you, your mind changed completely.

“Ok, i will do it, but not because you asked” you felt your cheeks heating up “Yeah, yeah, everyone know why you are being obedient” your male friend teased, and you just gave him the middle finger.

On the other side, Haaland was red like a tomato, his cheeks were burning from shame. Your friends were always teasing you and him like that, but Haaland could never get used to it. “Just ignore them, babe” you said, trying to get your boyfriend back to his normal skin color.

Erling and you posed for like, fifteen minutes, making all the poses your friends asked you to, some of them were actually good and cute, but others were just stupid.

“Ok, that’s enough!” you screamed after your bestie suggested one pose that was a lit bit pornographic. “Let’s eat the cake”.

“Do you need help love?” Erling asked when he saw you getting the knife “Nop, thank you” you denied his offer.

The smile on your face was one of the biggest Haaland had ever seen, and he could only imagine how special this day was for you.

One of your friends was recording everything, from the moment you grabbed the knife, to the moment where you finally cut the cake with the most childish smile possible, and after.

You put the fresh piece into the plate near to you, and just like a proud mom, you lift the plate, showing to everyone what you just did.

“That’s amazing darling” Erling said, also looking like a proud dad “I know, i’m incredible” you teased.

You were going to cut another piece of the cake, when your bestie appeared from nowhere, looking at you with a smirk. “Well, you know, we’re not in Brazil, but i think we should keep our traditions” she started to talk, and just from the beggining of her sentence, you already knew that you wouldn’t like when she was finished.

“I don’t know what you’re planning devil, but I don’t want to hear” you tried to end this situation, but she just ignored you.

“Who’s going to receive the first piece of the cake?” she was looking between you and Haaland. “It should be the birthday girl, right?” Erling said kind of confused, not understanding why you looked so shy suddenly.

“Fuck off, i’m not doing this” you tried to look rough, but everyone at the party knew that you were ashamed.

All the attention was on you, including Erling’s attention.

You didn’t want to do this because you knew that all of your friends would tease you about this for at least forever, but because of the pressure, and because of Erling pretty shine eyes, you shyly handed the plate with the piece of cake to him.

“Take it, it’s for you” you said making Haaland more confused “What is all of this?” he asked, not sure if he should take the cake or not “Just take, i can explain it to you later”.

When Erling was finally with the cake in hands, everyone started celebrating, some of your friends even faking a cry.

“I hate all of you” was your speech.

After some hours, the party was finally over, and now you and Erling were just laying in bed, you on top of him, with your head in the crock of his neck while his hand was carissing your naked back.

“Do you mind to explain what was the whole thing with the cake?” he said looking down to you.

You sighed.

“It’s kind of a stupid thing, but in Brazil we have a tradition” Haaland stoped his actions to show that he was paying attention. “And what, love?” he encouraged “It’s a tradition where you give the first piece of the birthday cake to the person you love the most, it’s more like a child thing, but some people take it really serious” you explained.

Erling was laughing, and you looked at him with a shock face, but with the sound of his laug, your expression quickly changed, a smile surging.

“Well, this is actually really cute” he said changing your positions, now he was on top of you, his arms on the side of your head “Honestly, i tought it was something much worse, coming from your friends”

Now was your time to laugh.

“I can’t blame you, they are really terrible” you agreed with Haaland.

In the position you two were, you could perfectly view Erling’s face, so you did.

“So, i’m the one you love the most.” he said teasing, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes “Please, don’t start with this shit too” you begged “Nah, c’mon, just admit that you love me more than anything else”

You wanted to smack the smirk out of his face, but you liked his face too much for this.

“And boost your ego? No, thank you” you weren’t giving what he wanted this easy “Well, then I think I need to make you admit it”.

One second later Erling was all over you, his hands, his lips, his body. No need to say that in the morning you had admited it at least a thousand times.

In Erling’s next birthday, he gave to you the first piece of his cake.

#erling haaland imagine #erling haaland x reader #erling haaland x you #erling haaland one shot #erling haaland fluff #erling haaland #football fluff #erling haaland x y/n

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asukaskerian · 7 months

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Monthly word count - September

TOTAL: 3 026 words :X

that's all?? it felt like more ;^;

POSTED: nop

IN PROGRESS: -bloodsport (390 words) -grimmichi superheroes AU (221 words) -madatobiizu cherry wine (1 537 words) -bleach suburban ot4 (878 words)

-- bloodsport -- "They checked out the historic neighborhood too, and the Ambassadors' Row where you'll be lodged eventually--"

Ichigo could see her losing patience with his shit behind her affable smile, and suddenly he was out of patience with it too, with himself.

He still didn't want to do the tourist shit. But he needed to be doing something.

"What's the shittiest neighborhood you can get to in under an hour from here?" he asked, rolling his stiff shoulders and stuffing his hands deeper in his front pockets.

Askin stared at him with his mouth open, and then moaned. "Oh nooo. Kurosaki, no. My man, my friend--"

"I'm not looking for a fight! I just --"

He forced himself silent, staring at the two Arrancars in front of him. Neither one was showing any inhuman traits right now, but he could feel them there. He could feel the whole room around him with that other sense that wasn't quite telekinesis -- that was, Urahara liked to say, to telekinesis what echolocation was to sound -- could feel the personnel discreetly waiting behind closed doors so he could have the lobby to himself, deferential and only vaguely annoyed that it was taking him so long to clear out. Askin was exasperated-worried-shielding; the Arrancars...

The other one was small and thin and delicate-looking. They felt even more predatory than the woman.

Both of them, really, had the same fangy edge. Like cats watching a new creature wander by, trying to figure out if it was anything they could mangle or what.

Ichigo missed being unable to read an Arrancar's emotions properly. Normal human beings didn't feel things like that.

"If I'm going to live here," he said, firming his voice, his chin raised to meet their eyes in turn, "I don't want to only know the rich areas."

-- superheroes -- "So," Rukia said the moment they were out of the building and the rushing student crowds, and brought so much suspicion and emphasis on the word that Ishida and Inoue immediately went on alert like pointer dogs.

Behind them, Mizuiro and Chizuru arched their eyebrows; Asano blinked a full three seconds later. Okay, no escape from there, but at least when they drew closer it stopped anybody else from moving in too.

"Family trouble again?" Ishida asked, looking vaguely unimpressed, except for his wary, narrowed eyes.

"Eh... Sorta. Stray cat kinda wandered into my house and now we're nursing it back to health. It's, uh, bitchy." Ichigo made vague clawing motions with his hands and felt lame as hell.

Asano flopped against his shoulder to peer at his face; Ichigo sidestepped out from under him. "Hey! No, but there's something you're not telling here, Ichigo--"

"It's blue," Ichigo hissed under his breath.

Asano made a worried face and immediately huddled closer, telegraphing his sudden oh-no-big-secret-shhh! with every line of his body and every furtive (not) glance. "Whoa, whoa, buddy, that's, uh, not a cat then."

Groaning, Ichigo replied in the same exaggerated undertone, "you think?"

-- cherry wine -- "Send me Tatsuo next."

"Yes sir."

Izuna passed her as she went back into the receiving room, crossing the engawa and hopping down into the garden with him. "I'm back."

"Welcome back. News?"

"We're going to the theater this afternoon!" Izuna gave him a wide, insincere smile. "You had better not hate on the show, it was the best I could find."

"Huh." Madara arched an eyebrow. "Any reason why we must go, then?"

Izuna started counting on his fingers pointedly. "Because I want to see a show and you never want to go out; because we don't have any invitations for this afternoon so why not. Because I promised the Haruno sisters a date."

Madara ruthlessly shoved down the annoyance that wanted to bubble up at Izuna getting him involved in his social entanglements with strangers. Izuna had liked them, so it should be good enough for Madara -- and from Izuna's strange smile, the date wasn't even the point.

"And?"

"We need to be seen out in town and not caring." A telling pause. "And it won't hurt if people assume we kept them around last night."

Decoy and political maneuver all at once. Alright.

After yesterday's clusterfuck of embarrassments and straight up ambushes -- the official apology, the tea party that was supposed to show unconcern and strength and instead got him drugged into a rut, the assault on Naohime trying to set them against the Senju and get them in trouble with the daimyos all over again -- they did need to do some damage control.

"Also you didn't even look at them last night!" Izuna added in a fit of pique, throwing his hands up exasperatedly. "I need some data if I'm gonna calibrate my search properly and they have really unique hair, which is the only thing you admitted to liking to me."

"--I see."

"It's all in really pure shades of pink! Not muddy or rusty at all, thick and long, everything, and they're both cute and they have very striking blue eyes to go with it, so visually they're great. As people they're also great, they're just looking for a fling and weren't weird about us being nobles or being shinobi, I will be so cross, niisan."

Madara swallowed back a chuckle. "Very well, I'll go."

-- suburban ot4 -- Grimmjow's face is still creased from the pillow. From the nap they just took, more of an excuse to curl up together and rest, keeping an ear out for Kazui. His hair is a mussed mess.

His face says 'please tell me I didn't hear what I just heard', but not in a hopeful way.

"... Kurosaki?"

Nelliel goes back to the mattress, sinks down to her knees at the edge. Behind her, Ichigo's feet shuffle tentatively.

"Hey," Ichigo says, voice quiet, sad, guilty. "We're back."

Grimmjow stares up at him. He's still buried in comforters up to his hips. "Didn't go well, huh."

Another beat of silence, heavy. "No. The rental contract was -- we tried, he--"

"It's okay," Nelliel interrupts, gently, and doesn't look at him. "He changed the guest spots, yeah?"

"Fuck," Grimmjow mutters to himself, and rakes both hands over his face, jaw gone tight. "Fuck."

"I'm sorry. It's back to two guests now. I can't even say anything because that's just standard."

Nelliel and her package count as a single guest as long as the kid isn't out of her belly, and not a day longer. The second her child is born, that makes three.

#teaser #ABO quest

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confused-bi-queer · 7 months

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20 Questions for fic writers

Thank you for tagging me @ileadacharmedlife 🩷🩷

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

28!!

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

381,482. It’s just that I can very easily write a 10k one shot, I have a lot of things to say, apparently. It just makes sense to illustrate every thought.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I’ve only written for Carry On because I’ve come used to them, but I’m interested in Wolfstar, so maybe in some time they will pop up too.

4.. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Protecting you like a Pitch (M) (I seriously don’t know why)

Sick of vanilla (E)

Birthday Man (E) (but it’s a fandom collab)

Surprises, stars and universes (E)

The Rise and Fall of Us (M)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always do, it’s just that sometimes it takes me a while

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That would be a WIP, but it’s a one shot 2k word “it’s hard to hide someone who loves you”. They both die at the end and it’s Simon rescuing Baz from the numpties, tell him he loves him and Baz gets killed! It’s just that I love making a character suffer along the story, but giving them a happy ending, so I’m not into writing a sad ending; it would kill me.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think “Done waiting” because it’s not angsty, so it feels happier, but I do give them a happy ending, even if it’s hurt/comfort.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nop. Everyone who’s commented is so lovely.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! OMG, I LOVE writing smut. I find it very relaxing and fun hahaha. I usually write them with a dom/sub dynamics, with bdsm, toys, and exploring. I do like writing kinky things; not into vanilla. And I prefer a dom Simon, he’s very lovely. And I always write them with enthusiastic consent, being so in love, and aftercare. It’s a must in my fics.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I’ve written Drarry within SnowBaz and from a book series I read when I was 10 (the wolves of mercy falls), but I’m normal about them.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really, it’s more like pin-pong-ing the ideas with another person, but I did write “Birthday Man” with the fandom! It was a fic for Simon’s birthday

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

SnowBaz OWNS me, but WolfStar is very close to ripping my heart out. And I am so very sorry, but I would die for MalMage. There’s a fic I’m plotting, and it makes me ache.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have several wips on my mind that I regularly come to, so I do plan on finishing them, but there are many ideas I’ve had that I just threw out. It was a thing in the moment, but not that serious to have me actually explore them more.

16. What are your wrimting strengths?

Angst and smut. I love writing dirty things and making my characters suffer. I l’m good at writing a lot, it’s very easy for me to write thousands of words. And I love dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Keeping things simple hahahaha. A short idea for a short silly fic is NEVER a short idea for me. I struggle with describing places, and well, I do have english for a second language, so it’s been a process for me to get better at grammar and phrasing. I’m not good at writing crack or fluff; it has to hurt.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I like it but I never know what it says if they don’t write it in the notes.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Carry On still. I’m living in a bubble hahaha. I’ve only written for my babies.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Definitely “The Second Chain” (smut). I wrote that fic exclusively for me and to me; I wrote all the things I like. And I like my Ballet AU because of all the backstories and how close SnowBaz feel to me (and Ebb). But I do have a MalMage wip, after all.

Now tagging: @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @wellbelesbian @nightimedreamersworld @thehoneyedhufflepuff @theearlgreymage @alexalexinii hello friends🩷

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nirawrite-holab-if · 10 months

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Wait a second, just for my personal sake but... how would the ROs react to an oblivious MC entering the ROs room basically naked and then just inviting them to swim like the way they'd gone about inviting them was totally normal? (Deep romance stage, and not if you have the time).

By the way do like pools exist there? And can all the ROs swim?

🫣

I believe these are "natural" pools in this case. They are located inside the castles in the lower part.

This, for noble families. I believe that commoners or some other type of person use these natural pools in places more in plain sight

Caemon knows how to swim just enough to save his life.

N never had an interest in that, so...Nop.

Sostrate is a skilled swimmer.

Theome knows but isn't exactly good at it.

Tba is a very capable swimmer too.

Sorry the reactions weren't the best 🫣

Caemon: In a not deep relationship he would be quite impressed with the carefree and comfortable way of the MC even when being naked, he would even be proud of them. "I intend to wear clothes but you can go on like this, it will make my view more pleasant" In a deep relationship he would act the same way but sometimes he would agreeto swim naked with the MC.

N: In a non-deep relationship, this would be one of the few times they would be caught in a situation where they wouldn't know how to react. "MC..don't you think...Isn't there something missing? Like, your swimming clothes?" They wouldn't agree to swim that way it would be to risk for both. (Mainly because they are not good swimmer)

In a deep relationship, they'd just shake their head in agreement, "Right. I'll get my swim clothes" they wouldn't mind the MC swimming naked or getting so comfortable with the nudity. At least not after they'd gotten used to such a carefree way of theirs.

Sostrate: In deep relationship, she would find charming the carefree way the MC acted with nudity "How could I say no, my precious?" In a non-deep relationship she would be a little skeptical at first. "Do you want to go swimming like this? Really? What if we get caught?"

Theome: "Aren't you forgetting anything? I mean..something to cover, you know..." even in deep relationship they would be shy and impressed with how uninhibited the MC is with nudity. In a non-deep relationship they wouldn't be able to do anything but mutter a "You mean...Naked? The two of us? Or just you?" It would be disconcerting how casual the MC was being.

Tba: They would react the same way in both types of relationship ðŸ˜‚ they would be very appreciative of the fact that the MC is so comfortable with nudity, especially while interacting with them. And they also wouldn't have any shame in getting naked in front of the MC and swimming with them like that

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Helluva Boss S2E1 spoilers!

I understand if someone is annoyed that Stella is a despicable bully just for the sake of being one. It makes Stolas the "poor little one" you must feel pity for.

But this is Hell (o-o), and Stella is just the NORMAL kind of royalty you should have expected for that place? Yeah, she could do better than that, but I didn't see her being any other type of antagonist. I feel Stella was built to be like this from moment one-- or at least episode two.

Did I like her when she was right at being angry? Absolutely. Did I ever think for a second they were happy before Stolas' cheating? Not a chance. Am I saying Stolas is good, and everyone should be by his side? Nop.

However, I do find it great that Stella is just this "unlikeable" character, because you also have need of those once in a while, and she is excelling at it in a way that actually makes me love her more than before (xD)

I adore what contrast Stella and Stolas are! She's everything she's supposed to be as a royal demon, while Stolas totally fails at it.

So, yeah, it could have been better, but I'm satisfied.

Also, just look at this owl as a child! I cannot help but love that he had bowed to Blitzø twice.

And OMG, he being the only one laughing at Blitzø's bad jokes. Do you know how much I hoped for that to happen? I never, NEVER, get anything I want from my ships (ToT), so I'm just dancing in the sky?

Stolas mentioned Andrealphus! I really want to see what kind of brother is this guy for Stella (x3) I hope he's the overprotective kind!

Furthermlre, could someone tell me what the Hell happened after Blitzø stole everything? (xD) What were the consequences?!

Blitzø's dad is terrible (7.7) My poor thing! I need to see more of his past. This little imp was totally adorable, and I just wanted to hug him hard! (ToT)

I thought I needed to say a lot of things, but guess I'll stick to this for now, haha.

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Reacting to: Death Stranding 2 - On the Beach (1/?)

So I'm huuuuge fan of DS and I have never played the game (lol) I just like the characters and the wacky story that Kojima has cooked for us.

If you remember many years ago when no one knew anything about Death Strading, there was one question in our minds: What the fuck??

Well, I'm happy to inform you all that the new trailer is a total: WHAT THE FUCK? It looks 1000 times wackier and more convoluted than the first one, and I love it.

So, join me in this journey

Btw this can be disturbing if you don't like gory content, it's not bad but yeah... and this is a loooong post.

1940s inspired uniform?? We visited ww1 and ww2 in the original DS, so... time traveling? But not only can people go to the beach but maybe come from it (?)

Fragile's new...mask? That is sentient (?) I'm deeply confused and fascinated

The circular headlights with dark centers in geometric position that happen to be a pentagon!!

Venom in cat form with it's long-ass tongue and wings?

And body exhumation is normal now, btw. ok. ok. ok.

But also the body is not dead but ALIVE??!!

Octopus Marks?

But the octopus mark look exactly as the headlights?!

The marks bleed tar!!! Nop. nop.nop.nop nononoonno

Noooonononoononoono Kojima, please don't

This is not a videogame, this is a Dr. Sandra Lee episode

We can see more of Fragile, also in a uniform, wearing a beret which I think also takes inspiration in more modern military uniforms, her hand-mask (?) quickly reacts covering her eyes... So... is it technological or is it controlled through the beach? And then uncovers her face? What's happening?

Fragile's skin doesn't look aged but after being covered in tar, it starts aging again

The person that they are treating opened their eyes

No heavy labored breathing? No coughing? Are they human? Why so eerily calm?

#death stranding 2 #state of play #hideo kojima #reacting to death stranding 2 #whaaaaaaaaaaat #i don't understand anything #Fragile #Hella long post #long post

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I just want you all to know, after having watched Quest for Camelot a total normal and healthy amount of times, I have discovered that all of Ruber's goons, that all decidedly don't wear shirts, don't have nipples. None. Not a nip nop to be seen. Quest for Camelot said fuck the male-presenting nipple. Too lewd, too scandalous!

Everyone who worked on this movie is a coward, actually.

#quest for camelot

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diamondsinmyhair · 3 years

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@just-like-playing-tag Girl I totally feel you about that: I loved the fact that Isabella get to survive and live her wish to loved the children normally... but then fucking anime went and make the kids get adopted by different families and give Isabella a new bio child: it’s like the writers are saying “nop, actually adoptive and found family is just a second-hand option, only matters if you guys share DNA.” It’s gets worse when you think of the fact that all of this happens when Isabella and Ray are separated for years bc he’s literally in another world where he could be killed and eaten. I feel it like she was replacing a son with another.

And considering how Ray’s conception had many and clear overtones of sexual violence, I doubt that a new pregnancy and birth, plus a physical and sexual relationship would make many, if any, favors to Isabella’s mental state and health.

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Our girl should really have just stayed playing guitar to her two dozen children while waiting for her son to come back from his quest to repair their relationship and have a healthy bond.

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I love you (not) - Chapter 4

Slightly late for @marichatmay day 4, yesterday was kind of a long day and this chapter just kept getting longer. Oops. Ft. real cats, and a nod to Star Wars day (belated May the Fourth be with you). Enjoy!

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Chapter 4: In which the flirting continues and an attempt to break up is thwarted. Again.

Marinette almost turned around the moment she saw Chat Noir standing next to the café, looking at the cats on the other side of the window.

Well, had it just been her partner, she would have walked straight up to him without a second thought, and diligently sat through their date, only to apologise at the end of it, saying that she’d fallen in love with an image, and that she didn’t think they belonged together.

What (for ‘who’ was a little presumptuous a pronoun) stood in front of her was a figure in a cardboard rendering of Chat Noir’s suit, complete with paper bell, tail, and cardboard baton. She would have forgiven its use as a disguise, even though the details kind of defeated the purpose, had the reflection of the headpiece’s eye hole not revealed that he was actually transformed underneath.

Nope , she thought at the sight. Can’t do this, nope, nope, nop-

“Marinette!” Chat Noir spotted her just as she was about to leave, and started enthusiastically waving at her.

She plastered a smile on her face, and clutched her purse as she made her way towards him. Kwami, give me strength . She wondered if ridicule was a good enough excuse to break up with someone. It wasn’t very nice, but she was getting desperate for an excuse.

“Cardboard Noir, I presume?” Her voice had an exasperated edge to it, which Chat didn’t pick up on.

“The one and only!” He twirled around to give her the full 360° view of the costume. She could tell that he was grinning under the helmet.

“To what do I owe the… pleasure?”

“Anonymity, obviously.” He rolled his eyes. “Wouldn’t want this date to finish in the tabloids, am I right?”

Sure, because somebody in a piece of cardboard is so much more inconspicuous than somebody who might be wearing a Chat Noir cosplay in a cat café , she rolled her eyes as she saw people passing by and doing double takes as they walked past him, but kept her point to herself.

“How... thoughtful of you.” She smiled slightly tensely.

“Isn’t it?” Chat Noir extended his kraft paper-covered arm and she took it awkwardly for the couple of steps that separated them from the café’s door.

Chat hurried forward to open the door for her. “After you, my… Princess.” He bowed.

She bit back a smug smile as the bells jingled above her head. The nickname "my Lady" would totally have been justified in this situation, yet he’d refrained from using it. She deduced that it must be too attached to Ladybug; maybe there was hope that he still had a crush on her alter ego. She could work with that.

She walked into the shop, and almost tripped on an orange tabby cat who’d apparently been making the most of the sunspot on the other side of the door. It looked up at her indignantly even as she petted him to apologise, but didn’t move.

Behind her, a grey sphynx tried to make a run for it, but Chat picked it up and closed the door before he could cross the threshold.

“Hi there! Welcome to the C afé des Chats . How can I help you today?” A woman emerged from the back room, wiping her hands on her cat-themed apron. Her name, Cathy, was embroidered on it.

“Hello! Could we get a table for two, please?” Marinette smiled.

“Of course! Pick a spot!”

Marinette looked around the room. Apart from a small group of friends sitting near the window, and who were too engrossed in laughing and taking pictures of the cats to acknowledge their presence, all the seats were empty.

“How about that table over there?” Chat leaned towards her ear and pointed towards a cozy booth at the back of the room. She jumped slightly at the sudden proximity. He didn’t notice, as the cat in his arms started meowing, and Cathy came out from behind the counter to take it in her arms.

“Oh, let me take Yoda off your hands. Did he try running away again?” She cradled him, the cat purring as she did.

“Yes, I feel like he might take after his namesake and like the outdoors more.” Chat joked.

“Maybe I should have picked another name for him, then. It would save me a lot of time looking for him around the neighborhood.” Cathy laughed. “I’ll let you two get installed, I’ll be right with you.”

The pair made their way towards their table, Chat letting Marinette take the couch while he pulled out the chair facing her. He sat on the very edge of his seat, the cardboard taking up most of the space. They both picked up the menu, and ordered their drinks (and a lightsaber-themed pistachio éclair for Chat), when Cathy came around.

Marinette tapped her fingers together as they waited, trying to find a conversation topic. She decided to acknowledge the smaller elephant in the room.

“You know, I think we’re okay now, you can take off your costume.” Marinette pointed out. He looked like he could fall off his chair at any moment.

“Are you ashamed of me?” His hand flew to his chest, almost knocking his paper bell off.

“Me? Never!” she scoffed.

“Good, because this isn’t coming off anytime soon.” Chat Noir crossed his arms over his chest. She could tell he was smirking under his headpiece.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that…” It was Marinette’s turn to smirk, as Cathy arrived and put down two cups of hot chocolate, and Chat’s pâtisserie, in front of them.

“Is that a challenge?” Chat’s eyebrow shot up, and he turned towards Cathy. “Excuse me, Ma’am, would you happen to have a straw I could use?”

The lady blinked at him a couple of times, perplexed, before realising he was serious. “I probably do, let me go check in the pantry.”

“You’re not seriously doing this.” Marinette facepalmed.

“I’m just showing the one thing you should know about me if you want to date me; I don’t back down from challenges.” He thanked Cathy, who’d returned, and started poking a hole in his headset.

Trust me, I know that , Marinette sighed. “I take it back. It’s not a challenge. Just take your… mask off, and enjoy your order. Please?”

Chat Noir squinted at her suspiciously. “You pawmise that you’re fine with this?”

“Absolutely. I just want you to be more comfortable.”

“Fine.” He took off his headpiece, making his hair stick up from static electricity.

Marinette stifled a giggle.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she cleared her throat, pulled her phone out and snapped a picture, before showing the screen to him. “I just like what you did to your hair.”

“Ah, yes. Beautiful,” her partner laughed. “I wonder what Gabriel Agreste would think about it.”

“I actually think he’d love it. It kind of looks like his haircut.” Marinette snorted.

“Yeah, that won’t do.” Some colour drained from his cheeks as he shook his head and tried to flatten his hair. The real bell under his costume jingled as he did so.

Marinette was about to ask why he seemed so upset about the comparison when a black cat jumped up on their table, looking at Chat’s éclair with interest.

“Hey, Chat Noir? Looks like you have some competition for your tea…” She took a sip of her hot chocolate and sighed happily as the rich aroma hit her taste buds.

“What?” He stopped wiggling around, his hair having regained its normal appearance. “Oh. No, no, kitty, this isn’t for you.” He slid the plate away from it. The cat tilted its head and meowed. “Being all cute won’t work on me, I’m cuter. Meow .”

“Hmm, I’m not sure about that.” Marinette stroked the cat’s head, making it walk towards her and purr. “This one is pretty adorable. Pincushion,” she read off its tag. “How original.”

“You’re not even saying it’s a claw-se call? You wound me, Marinette.” Chat gasped, before taking a bite of his éclair. “You know, I’m not sure I could be with someone who doesn’t think I’m cute.”

Marinette rolled her eyes affectionately. “Kitty, I think you know very well what I think,” she replied, putting a hand over his on the table. He gulped down the rest of his éclair, and stared into her eyes.

Pincushion meowed again after what she knew was too long for friends to gaze at each other, and Marinette jolted, feeling herself blush. Why had she done that? She should have just gone with it, it would have made everything easier. You know, Chat Noir, I definitely don’t think you’re cute. Let’s get the bill and be on our way…

Chat Noir cleared his throat, and waved towards Cathy. “Well, this was nice, but it’s getting a little late, isn’t it? Could I have the bill, please?”

“Yes, you’re right, we should probably get going… Wait a second, what do you mean could I have the bill? We’re splitting this.”

“No we’re not. I ordered the most.” Chat shot her a pointed look.

“Fine, then let me pay for my own drink, then.”

“Meow way! I invited you! I meant it when I said my treat!”

“Yes, but…” Marinette scrambled for an excuse, cursing her brain which had decided to notice that Chat’s cheeks seemed quite pink, and that she thought it looked good on him, especially combined to his slightly dishevelled hair.

“I’ll tell you what; if you really think I don’t owe you anything, then just consider this an advance for my birthday. You can pay me back in macarons.” Chat’s eyes lit up hungrily as he interrupted her.

“Your birthday?” Marinette tilted her head quizzically. “Is that soon?”

Chat froze in his seat. Ladybug had warned him about this. They weren’t supposed to share anything about their personal lives, with anyone. Just in case it landed in the wrong ears.

Besides, his birthday wasn’t until September. Which, since he’d invited her on this date, she could interpret as him thinking their relationship would last that long. Which he really hoped it wouldn’t (the romantic one, that is - he still wanted to be friends with Marinette behind the mask).

“Erm, yeah, it’s… Next week?” He scratched the back of his neck nervously. That seemed alright in terms of timeline.

“So soon…” Marinette trailed off, looking at the empty cup before her. Her partner’s birthday seemed like something she should know, yet as much as she raked her brain, she couldn’t recall a single conversation they’d had on the topic. “Does Ladybug know?”

“Oh, no. I wouldn’t want her to make a fuss.” He waved her concern away, and swiftly stole the credit card machine from Cathy as she returned with it. He tapped his card on it, looking Marinette straight in the eye as he did.

“Chat Noir!” She cried out indignantly. She’d been too engrossed in the consideration that she couldn’t decently break up with him now when his birthday was just around the corner, to anticipate his next move.

“Sorry, Princess.” He smiled smugly as he thanked the café owner and took his receipt. “In my defence, it makes me feel better about eating so much when I came over to your place for lunch, when I’d only brought a flower as a present.”

Marinette held his gaze for a bit, and, seeing his earnestness, she sighed. “Fine.”

“Thank you.” He nodded, and then turned towards Cathy, who was awkwardly shuffling next to their table.

“Is everything alright, Ma’am?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to intrude, but… are you really Chat Noir?” She asked hopefully.

“See, the costume is inconspicuous!” Chat Noir exclaimed, sticking his tongue out at Marinette. “I mean, yes, I am.”

“I’d totally understand if you said no, but would you mind taking a picture with some of the cats? I’m happy to keep it to myself, and not put it up with the other cat pictures if you’d prefer, it’s just that I’m such a huge fan…”

“I’d love to!” Chat Noir jumped to his feet and started peeling his disguise off. “Would it be okay if my… Marinette was in the picture with me?” He winced at the formulation of his question. He wasn’t sure if it was worse than if he’d called her his girlfriend.

“Yes, of course! Here, let me grab Yoda, and maybe Pincushion and…”

Marinette didn’t have time to explore the warm feeling Chat calling her “his” Marinette, in a very excited and pure way, had elicited in her chest, as Cathy shoved a cat in her arms and pushed Chat next to her on the couch. She grinned for the photographer, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks.

“Purr-fect!” Chat beamed as Cathy showed them the picture.

She melted a little at how happy he looked, chatting away to figure out a way to get a copy of the picture. I can’t hurt him, not now , she thought as she nodded along and gave her number to Cathy so she could send her the shot.

What she could do, though, was try to figure out a birthday present for him. Something useful, that he’d be able to keep when she broke up with him after they broke up, probably a week after she gave it to him.

She thought about it all the way Home.

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