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yourlocalrodent · 2 years

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Hello I was wondering if you would write something (fluff or smut) about reader and Gareth going through a haunted house together?

yep I can do that!

you walked out of thr house to Gareth’s car “ are you ready?” He asked “ no I walked out of my house completely unorganised and messy” you gave him a unimpressed look “ oh you sarcastic bitch” he seemed amused by your attitude.

You looked up at him “ bubs?” Gareth doesn’t take his eyes off the road “ yes sugar?” He asks “ how far is this place anyway” he thinks for a moment “ about 9 kilometres/6 miles away, why?” He furrows his brows like he always does. You look back up at the road “ I’m preparing myself idiot” Gareth thought that was just fucking hilarious because he starts laughing.

“ what’s so funny!” You yell “ nothing nothing it’s just, you seem scared” he says in between laughing “ I’ll fucking make you scared In a minute! It’s a fucking haunted house!” Little did you know this lil guy is far more scared then you are. Gareth could and would wet his pants. You soon turned up towards the house, not many people were there this year “ hey we can park!” Gareth cheered trying to cover his nervousness. You raised on eyebrow, he keeps tapping his hand on the wheel.

“ gare? Are you okay?” You ask “ yep! Perfectly fine!” He grins “god why did I choose this place to go for a date” he asks himself in his head. You two get out the car and he waddles over to you, grabbing your hand. It was a tight grip, he somewhat hid it as a form of comfort to you and not comfort to him. You two had walked towards the entrance of the door, Talking to the man at the front for a minute before he let you two in.

(I’m gonna make this one big fat paragraph, fatter then William aftons dumpy and yes that’s a blueycapsules reference)

The start was eerie but wasn’t too scary, But when you came to the dining room that’s when it got straight up scary. You heard a creak coming from the hall “ what was that” Gareth shot his head over “ are you scared love?” You teased “ w-what? No!” He tried but failed, you grabbed him a gave him a hug “ your gonna be fine buddy I promise” the comfort felt much better to him. You two walked into the hall to see what the creaking was when you heard footsteps and a few seconds later a plate, no not A plate multiple plate smash onto the ground. You spun around and Gareth clung onto you “ who in the fuuhh” you questioned yourself because there was not a bit of porcelain in sight not a single piece “ what’s going on? *name*? Is it scary?” Gareth tapped your shoulder “ it’s weird is what it is” you turned back around to face him “ hello?” A little girls voice called out “ fuck this!” Gareth literally grabbed your waist pulling you towards him, he’s shaking like a leaf in the wind. Soon you started to creep down the rest of the hall to the stairs, light foot steps came up behind you two and when you looked back a little girl was staring at you. She was as pale as paper, with bright red hair and soulless eyes. She wore a cream dress that’s covered in frills and embroidery, it’s covered in blood however and on the centre of her abdominal area was a giant Gouge, you could see her insides via the hole and a few of her organs where spilling out“ yeah Uhm this is a little too real…” Gareth whispers to you “ yeah just a smidge” you backed up the stairs pulling Gareth with you but when you did she stepped fowards “ don’t leave yet mother…”She said in a soft voice “yeah nah I didn’t give birth to you-” you explained, pulling Gareth up the stairs but again with each wary step she stepped towards you “ back off kid” gareth told her off “ but why” she asked “ BECAUSE YOUR FUCKING SCARY!” He yelled gripping onto your arm. when you made the last step and stood on the second floor, the girl stood on the last step when all of a sudden the stairs collapsed and she fell into a hole ( the actor fell onto a mattress so she’s not hurt) Gareth’s chest raised up and down in fear as he breathed heavily” can we leave?” He looked at you in fear “ sure baby” you smiled

after you leave and you head home back to your place

“ hey kids how was your date” your father/mother called out (depends on who you live with or who’s around) “ it was cool mum!” You inform her “ It terrified me mrs/mr *last name*” Gareth mumbled. Your parent ushered you two back to your room, you sat down on your bed and opened you arms for him. Gareth sat down into your lap and nuzzled into you “ this feels much better then what ever the fuck I was thinking, why did I choose a haunted house?” He asked “ who knows” you chuckled, lying down into the bed. Gareth managed to get comfortable on you, his head was right under your jaw and left ear and shoulder, his body is under the blankets while he’s drawing little shapes on you with his fingers. Your arms where around his waist comforting him. He lifted his head a little bit to place 3 kisses on your neck “ I’m tired I’m gonna go to bed” he whispered “ I’ll turn off the light then” and you reached your hand over to the lamp, switching it off. Soon soft snores could be heard from the both of you.

oof this is so cute my heart

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arceusnine · 8 months

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Nicky, Ricky, Dicky, And Mack

Back into my phase :D

Just a Random thing I put on Quotev because it popped into my head And I thought, “WHY NOT?!”

Mack: Ow!

Ricky: You don’t just dump chemicals into a beaker Willy Nilly

Mack: Well, I’m tired of all the waity Waity. Let’s Get to the dumpy dumpy!

Nicky: Safety first! Goggles?

Dicky: Relax if I wear goggles, how will the ladies see my eyes?

Nicky: GOGGLES!!!!!!!

Dicky: Fine! Hey babe. Let’s make science.

Ricky: Are we done children. Can we Let the Science Fair Winner-

Mack: Runner up!

Ricky: It’s under review! I have a process Mack.

Mack: Well here’s my process

*Dumps Chemicles in beaker*

Ricky: WILLY NILLY!! WILLY NILLY!!!

*Dumps more chemicals*

*Whole class Gasps*

Nicky: FOOLS!!

*Foam is still erupting*

Dicky: Science is awesome

Ricky: Look what you did!!

Mack: Me? You’re the science fair runner up!

*Mack throws foam at Ricky*

Mack: That’s what you get for waiting!!

*ricky throws it back*

Nicky: THAT FOAM IS GONNA GIVE YOU RASHES!!!

Mack: Oh yeah? Well then! Happy scratching!

Nicky: AAAAAAAAAAAH

Dicky: *Laughs*

*Nicky throws Foam in Dicky’s Face*

*The Harpers Throw foam At each other*

TIMESKIP

Teacher: FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!! YOU COULD’VE GOTTEN RASHES!!

Nicky: Told ya

Teacher: Nicky! There is nothing here for any of you to be proud of! Now, I’ve called your parents

*Harpers Shout in disappointment*

Teacher: Save it!

*Loud Knocking on the door*

Teacher: Come in!

Harpers: Hey Mom. Hey Dad.

TIMESKIP

Dad: This is the 3rd time this month we’ve been called to leave the store to pick you guys up!

Mack: Sounds like quality family time to me. Am I right? Up top! …Comin’ down…

Mom: You know, Every time I get a call from your school I hope it’s that one call that says, “Mrs Harper? Your quadruplets are amazing and they are working together. And they are NOT having a toilet paper war in the handy cap stall” but it never is. IT NEVER IS.

Mack: It’s their fault!!! Everything always has to be THEIR Way!

Ricky: Well Mack, I’m sorry I care about my Grade!

Dicky: And I’m sorry if I don’t

*Harper kids fight again*

Dad: Hey. hey. Stop. QUIT IT!!! Wow. That finally worked!!

Mom: The problem is you kids can’t do anything together without getting at each others throats!

Mack: Oh! His throat! Good tip!

Mom: I gave birth to a team! What happened to my team!?

Ricky: They can’t be a team if they don’t follow their leader

Mack: Whoa… Slow your role! I’m the leader because I’m the oldest!

Ricky: By 4 seconds.

Mack: I learned a lot in those small 4 seconds!

Nicky: Mack? By any chance Did you learn anything about RASHES?!?!

*Everyone except Nicky Shudders*

Mack: YOU SEE WHAT I’M DEALING WITH?! It’s not like we’re bad kids bad things just…Happen to us!

*Nicky shows his rash to a random person*

Random person: AAAAAAAAAAH *falls*

Mack: … See? Our lives are so unfair!

Kenny: Hey Mom. Dad.

Mom: Okay Kenny we told you not to call us that we are not your parents. It’s weird.

Kenny: But they call you that

Mack and Ricky: We’re they’re kids!

Dicky: We’re quadruplets.

*all Wave *

kenny: Quadruplets? I look more like you two than him. *points at Nicky*

Kenny: Anyway… This came for you

Dad: YES! IT’S HERE!!

Dad: BEHOLD! this jersey was worn by Brownie Wilson. fabled hero from my days. I searched long and hard for this! Now, It’s MINE!

Ricky: Wow. Signed and Everything!

Dad: No one touches my number 2!

Mack: Dad? Really?

Dicky: Haha! Number two!

Dad: This is the greatest day of my life!

Mom: Our wedding? The kid’s birth?

Dad: Oh c’mon do you think anyone ever says… “YAY four kids at once”

Mack: DUDE!

*Mom shakes he head*

Dad: Okay Change of subject! Punishment time! Who wants to clean up the Puke in the skydiving simulator?

Kids: EWW!

Mack: you know what? As the oldest…

Ricky: BY FOUR SECONDS!!

Mack: I’ll show my little brothers how to be Grown up, Responsible, and Mature… PUPPY!!

Mom: These kids can’t focus! Tom help me out here

Dad: Who’s my sweet number 2? Oh stop! Stop it!

Girl: I’m holding an adoption center next door!

Mack: Boom! ADOPTED!

Ricky: Yeah,

Mom: BOOM returned! You kids can’t take care of a dog! It would turn into a fight!

Mack: Fight? Really? A fight? We’re buds! Quad hug!

Mack: You feel it right?

Dad: that felt forced

Mack: Forced? PFFT! Forced. Ricky tell him why it’s not forced

Ricky: Mom Dad. You’ve always told us that love means trusting each other, so if you really love us isn’t it Time you trusted us? Nicky back Me up here.

Nicky: I think this dog is gonna give us worms. But it’ll give us worms together!

Dicky: We can tots do this!

Dad: No and you’re gonna give the dog right back to… Oh he is so soft!

Mom: you guys aren’t ready for this!

Mack: Mom, I know we’ve disappointed you in the past, but this dog will give us a chance to show you we can work together! PLEASE let us prove that we can be the team you want us to be!

Mack: Please?

Mom: alright. You can have the dog!

Mack: YEAH!!

Mom: But! This is a trial run

Mack: I knew something about that was weird.

Mom: you have one week to show us that you can take care of him TOGETHER! Got it?

Mack: Yep!

Ricky: Yes

Nicky: Works

Dicky: okay

Girl: Great! I’ll get his paper!

Dad: *Gasps* he can READ!!

Mack: HARPER HUDLE

Kids: Haaa- Harper!

*Nicky gets hit*

Nicky: totally deserved that!

Dicky: Not gonna lie, you rock those better than me

Mack: Dicky? We have to take this seriously. And that’s why I came up with this schedule of dog care taking days! TA-DA

Ricky: That’s a very nice schedule! Of course it’s not as nice as mine. Ta Double Da g

Mack: Wow. Those four seconds are really killing you aren’t they? *tosses his chart*

Ricky: It’s the best way of taking care of chip!

Mack: Nope! Not namin’ him chip.

Dicky: That’s right! His name is tiny Elvis

Ricky: he looks nothing like Elvis!

Ricky: He will when I put him in this!

Mack: he’s not wearing that he’s wearing.. this! His name is Captain Fluffy!

Nicky: CLEARLY HE’S A GARY!!

everyone else: GARY?!

*fighting again*

*Mack whistles*

Mack: we’re doing Exactly what mom and dad said we would!

Dicky: Sweet!

Mack: NO! NOT SWEET! We have to work together! Which is why I’m willing to follow *coughs twice* Ricky’s rules.

Ricky: I thought you might. And that’s why I made a picture to represent that

Mack: this is gonna be So easy!

TIMESKIP

Mack: This. is. So. hard.

Dicky: Longest week ever!

Ricky: only been 2 hours

Nicky: He needs to go out.

Dicky: How can you tell?

Mack: ears are up.

Ricky: Not my turn to walk him

Mack: Not MINE

Nicky: NOT MINE

Dicky: UGH! I guess I’ll be the responsible one

Ricky: No way I’m the leader I’m the responsible one

Nicky: NO WAIT! IT’S CAPE WEATHER!!

Mack: This is the life!

Dicky: Way to easy

TIMESKIP

Mom: It’s wonderful isn’t it?

Dad: It’s overwhelming.

Mom: this week has been amazing

dad: Glorious!

Mom: I’d never thought I’d see this day!

Dad: It’s like a Dream come true!

Dad: Love you Brownie!

Ricky: Is mom still looking over here?

Dicky: I can’t fake this smile much longer!

Mack: I’m so sick of you all! But! If we make it through today, Captain Fluffy will stay with us forever!

Ricky: I think the brother who actually did his chores all week should name the dog

Mack: Aww thanks

Ricky: I was talking about me.

Nicky: I thought we settled on Gary.

Dicky: And She’s gone!

Mack: Gary Is NOT a dog name

Nicky: It’s better than Tinny Elvis!

Dicky: well this foam bat says it isn’t!

Mack: QUAD FOAM FIGHT!!

Mack: Charge! FOR Captain fluffy!

Nicky: GARY!!

Dicky: Tiny Elvis!

Ricky: CHIP!!

Mack: DAD’S JERSEY!!

Mack: SORRY HAZEL!!

Hazel: I’m okay!

Kids : AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Mack: LOOK WHAT YOU DID!!

Ricky: You called Quad foam battle!

Nicky: You started it

Mack: Oh no!

Dicky: At least he’s not … oh no.

Ricky: Put down your pee ears and step away from the jersey!

Kids: *scream*

kids: Ewwww

TIMESKIP

Nicky: Is it coming Of?!

Mack: I can’t tell over the smell of your lunch! Maybe lean back till you hit a mint?

Ricky: No big deal! Chip just number One-ed on dad’s number 2!

Dicky: Normally I’d laugh at that but… NO IT’S STILL FUNNY!!

Ricky: No it’s not. My life is over!!

Mack: Come on guys! If we do this right, dad doesn’t have to find out and we get to keep the dog!

Nicky: What’s the point?

Dicky: It’s over!

Ricky: I failed! I’m a horrible leader!

*Mack slaps them all*

Ricky, Nicky, And Dicky: OWW!!

Mack: We are harpers! Did we give up when Nicky got his head stuck in the railing? Did we give up when DICKY got his head stuck in the railing? Did we give up when we were having trouble when we were trying to get RICKY’s head stuck in the railing? NO! So we are not giving up NOW! We may have failed each other, but for the first time in our lives we need to think of something BIGGER than ourselves! This guy! He deserves a good home! Even if we don’t deserve him!

*Nicky sniffles*

All:HAA- Harpers!

*everyone looks natural*

Mack: Okay! Ricky and Nicky you take the jersey to cleaning. dicky you walk the dog! I’ll keep dad away until you get back! HURRY!

Dad: Hey Kiddo! What’s up with the blanket?

Mack: Oh um… I was doing research on antique jerseys! And they say they’re exposed to too much sunlight! It’ll wash that signature right of your ole number 2! So until the dangers pass I’m gonna blanket her up real nice.

Dad: Thank you kiddo! You know, that’s the kind of responsibility that’s gonna make Gary-Chip-TinyElvis-CaptainFluffy a perfect part of this family!

Mack: you can count on me dad!

TIMESKIP

Dicky: Hey ladies! Do you like puppies

Mack: It’s 1:19 they’ve been gone for 3 hours it’s like time is moving backwards!

Dicky: your phone is upside down

Mack: IT’S 6:11

Mack: finally!

Ricky: mom was home so we used the laundry mat

Mack: Is it clean?

Nicky: Not bad for such a busy place!

Mack: I meant the shirt! it looks great!

Dicky: Where’s the signature?!

Mack: WHERE’S THE SIGNATURE?!?

Ricky: It must’ve washed off!

Nicky: I KNEW THAT MACHINE WAS TO STRONG!! THAT DELICATE SETTING WAS A JOKE!

Mack: okay. I just need to rewrite the signature!

Ricky: Wait Before you-

Mack: NO MORE WAITY WAITY! I’ve been looking at that signature all week! Brownie Wilson’s signature is burned into my brain!

Nicky: who’s Brownie Captain Fluffy!?

Ricky: you wrote Brownie Captain Fluffy!

Mack: IT JUST CAME OUT!

Ricky: why would that just come out?!

Mack : I practiced that name all day

Dicky: Want the price tag? Or I’ll have it

Mack: It’s over! That’s it! I failed! Sorry Captain Fluffy. I let you down.

Ricky: you’re giving up?!

Dicky: what happened to the boy who rubbed butter on my face to pop be out of that railing?

Nicky: where’s the boy who decided to stop pulling, And push me out of that railing?

Ricky: where’s the the boy who pinned me arms Down while Dicky and Nicky Jammed my head into the railing for laughing at them?

Mack: here

Ricky: good. Cause our team could use a leader

Mack: Nicky can you get the marker out?

Nicky: I say this with full cerntanty. Possibly. TO THE CAFE!

SMALL TIMESKIP

Nicky: this is my ole formula! It’s super strong! So a few drops is all we need!

*splurt*

Nicky: *Screams*

Mack, Ricky, and Dicky: *Scream*

dad: why are you screaming?

Dicky: oh! We are just uh super exited about all these new smoothie options!

Mack: yes. Like Mango Squash onion *screams*

dad: who’s thirsty?

Mack: well Not Ricky because he has important stuff to do all the way over there!

Ricky: yup! Work work work!

Dad: you know we almost named him Gary? But we couldn’t find any other names that rhyme with it

Mack: Darry?

Dicky: Larry?

Nicky: Harry?

With Ricky

Ricky: Mom what are you doing here?

Mom: I just came to see me amazing kids!

Ricky: well now you saw one now you don’t

mom: hey hey hey hey hey! I need a hug! Hey what’s under your shirt?

Ricky: No I didn’t!

Mack: *whispers* we have to rescue Ricky!

Nicky: *whispers* what do we do?!

Dicky: I got this!

Mini time skip

Kenny: Hey is that dad’s jersey?

Mack: Nope!

Kenny: I’m giving him this -

Mack: DICKY GO LONG!!

*throws jersey*

*hits dad*

Mack: We’re dead meat

Dad: * gasping*

Dad: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! what have they done to you?!

Ricky: it was an accident!

Mack: we Are really sorry dad!

Dad: don’t apologize to me apologize to her!

Mack: we’re really sorry jersey??

Ricky: we were fighting over the dog name-

mom: oh big surprise I thought you were finally working together!

Mack: you’re right. We screwed up! Just like we always do. This means that… by little guy. I’ll miss you

Nicky:* howels*

Dicky: Sorry Buddy. I just wish we came up with a better plan!

Mom: what plan?

Mack: well after the dog peed on the shirt we thought we could clean it

Ricky: so we went home but you were there so we went to the laundry mat

nicky: we washed the signature of…

Dicky: then you shut up an I hit hazel with snow balls

Mack: but we just made things worse!

Mom: so you did all of this together?

Mack: well we couldn’t have kept it a secret all day by ourselves

mom: all day?! I’m so proud of you!!

Mack: this is the strangest I’ve ever been yelled at

mom: you covered it up together you lied to us as a team! you were a team of liars!

Dicky: what’s happening?

Mom: oh I’ll tell you what’s happening! The dog’s staying with us!!

Nicky: We’re not in trouble for ruining dad’s jersey?

Mom: your in big trouble for that

Ricky: WHO CARES!? We get the dog

Dicky: HARPER HUDLE

All: HAA- Harpers

*dad smacks himself*

Dad: Totally deserved that

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wordsworth-nothing · 1 year

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“Hi, yes, I’m Lily Evans. I received a call?”

Lily unzipped her jacket and leaned against the edge of the receptionist’s desk, staring down at a dumpy old woman with big round glasses.

“Oh yes, dear, he’s right over there,” the woman said, leaning forward to continue in a whisper, “I would have him checked for a head injury if I were you…he seemed pretty confused when he walked in here. Poor thing even forgot how to use a telephone.”

Lily smiled and nodded at the woman, knowing good and well that her friend’s confusion was not caused by a concussion. She turned her head, staring a few feet down the hall at a figure slumped in a chair against the wall. She had to admit that even though it was a bit of a pain having to pick Sirius up from a muggle police station, him not being behind bars was a huge positive. She walked towards him, her footsteps echoing against the tile of the empty hallway. His head perked up and he looked at her, his wild curls covering half of his face. He stood, wrapping her in a hug.

“Lily, darling! Wonderful to see you!” He smiled his trademark smile, toothy and charismatic. A smile that had dodged many detentions, changed many grades, and fooled many girls over the years.

Lily, however, saw right through him.

“Sirius, what is going on? How did you get here? Why are you here?”

“Ah, I just figured I needed an adventure, that’s all,” Sirius shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant, “Ernie from the Knight Bus and I are very well acquainted. Also have you tried this muggle drink? The secretary woman gave it to me. Honestly, the things you guys come up with-”

Lily put her hand firmly on Sirius’ shoulder, bringing his mindless rant to a halt. He always got like this when he was trying to hide something, or trying to convince his friends that he wasn’t upset. She gently took the can of Coca-Cola from his hand, setting it on the floor by her feet.

She reached up slowly, brushing away the mop of curls that covered the right half of his face. She winced as she saw his eye, dark purple and slightly swollen. Someone had punched him. Sirius avoided her gaze, opting to stare down at the toes of his boots instead. Lily had a feeling she knew who had given him the black eye, and she was livid.

They stood in silence for a few moments before Sirius reached into his pocket, pulling out a ripped piece of paper. Lily immediately recognized her handwriting. She had given Sirius her address before Christmas break after finding out that James was going to be on holiday for most of it. He had shrugged it off at the time, but she insisted that he take it in case something bad happened. However, it looked as though part of it had been torn away.

“Kreacher found it and tried tearing it to bits,” Sirius told her, rolling the paper between his fingers, “I had a right hard time getting it back from him. I couldn’t remember the rest and I didn’t know what to do when I got here, so I made a bit of a loon of myself asking people on the street until someone brought me here.”

Lily smiled, pulling her friend into another hug. She held him tighter this time, twirling his curls around her finger as he melted into her. She could tell he was exhausted. Her heart broke for him. He didn’t deserve any of this.

“Come on, it’s getting late. We’ll go back to my house and make some tea. My dad’s already made up the spare bed for you.”

Sirius pulled away, giving Lily a watery smile and running a quick hand over his eyes, wincing as he grazed his bruise. He picked up the can from beside their feet and Lily swung her arm around his shoulder, giving the woman behind the desk a quick nod as they left the building. As they stepped out into the cold winter air, Lily saw headlights coming up the street. She smiled and clutched Sirius’ arm.

“Ready to ride a Muggle bus for the first time?”

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spidermilkshake · 2 years

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Sharad-Waador, Great Wyrm of the Karmic Order

There were fewer creatures more poorly understood in all Ancardia as Dragons.

Coincidentally, they were also one of the most well-understood species. Dragons reckoned with themselves better than most; dragons knew all about how they really worked, how their minds ticked along, and their limitations. Indeed, limitations. If humans and dwarves and elves thought dragons were haughty and prickly and held their station up high and mighty over "lesser mortals", it was only a miscomprehension of a creature which stayed aloof in order to be as out of reach as possible, because humanoids who know you are mystic, ancient, powerful and important coveted it... and it didn't take a particularly wise animal to know where those humanoids were going with the "arrogant arcane regent beast" line.

So, Sharad-Waador, the ancient chief great wyrm of the Karmic Order of his kind, glancing down his heavily-scarred, starling-glitter snout at the small form. Silently considering the sort of being who could come looking for him. Silently considering what sort could actually find him.

"Sorry it's so late," the figure surprised him. It struggled to pull down the fur-trimmed hood to reveal a sun-abused and bruised young Hurthling with scraggy brown hair almost indistinguishable from the coat lining. The Hurthling wrung his frigid hands through the worn gloves and gave an apologetic wince, "Er, got kind of mixed 'round on the way up. Sorry. A lot of these peaks look the same."

The wyrm blinked, audibly. Of course there was good reason the rising landscape would look the same. There was in fact one peak in this range. Woven invisibly about it like a humming wicker basket were other things. Loops and backtracks, traps for the unwary and determined alike. It was, due to Sharad-Waador's arcane exploits, impossible to approach the dragon's den directly. He studied the reddened, round face craning up towards him and shuffling his heavily-wrapped feet. Deep ruby eyes set into an intrigued squint--and gave a leaden nod at the small being.

"The hour of the sun is... inconsequential," The Great Wyrm's voice, of wool and gravel with notes of bisony depth, echoed over the stone strata. "Anyway, you are here now. You had difficulty?"

"Just a little lost," the Hurthling flinched again, stamping a bit of life back into his throbbing toes. "Found the path again, thankfully."

"Hmmmm." Behind the dragon's deep jewels of eyes it felt like a complex machinery of silver wheels and cogs and pistons was quietly clicking into place. IT was true some creatures had astounding natural potential--outstripping more mundane ones--but yet, sometimes chance and the Punnet Square gifted to a select few individuals the magical weight you couldn't expect from a thousand peers. This dumpy little primate, by the expression of nervous hope painted over his slightly clueless face, was as untrained as they came. And yet.

"Very well. I am impressed by your dedication," the vast wall of Sharad-Waador's rainbow-scaled flank turned to the side, in preparation to lead the way towards the deep hole in the mountainside. "Perhaps there could be some trade arranged," The neck twisted about, catching the small set of eyes in his own, "After coming all this way, surely there is something you want?"

"Oh--yes, I--" The Hurthling scrabbled to a halt mid-exclamation. "Er, you said trade? I, er, I'm afraid I ain't got much..."

"We have much to discuss." Sharad-Waador hinted a smile, which showed only in the slight baring of his huge, mandrill-like upper tusks. "I require no material compensation, of course. I have in mind a service you could perform on my behalf..." he paused, intaking breath, "...when you are ready."

The rock face vibrated as the gigantic beast plodded off to the cavern entrance--and the Hurthling hesitated as the stone before him shifted, grated, and slowly sunk into a fairly even ramp upwards. With a dry mouth, he peered up and saw the gleam of the red draconic gaze bidding him to follow.

#Ancardian Homebrew #Sharad-Waador #great karmic wyrm #dragon #wyrm #traditional media #story with illustration #story #ADOM #Ancient Domains of Mystery #DnD-like #homebrew #Ancardia #colored pencils #ink #fantasy art

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sun-daisies · 2 years

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tonight's waitressing endeavors:

I learned what a "jägerbomb" is (pronounced "yagerbomb", its a shot of jägermeister mixed with an energy drink, in this case red bull, and apparently my restaurant has not sold one of these in actual years). the man who ordered it had to mansplain to me. his buddy got some cognac that I've never heard of with coke. I still don't know what brand we had but it wasn't hennessy.

^ I also got a lot of other weird drinks today, idk it's literally a wednesday and our usual customers are all beer drinkers so idk where some of these drinks were coming from

when someone comes in to my particular restaurant (think that classic, kind of dumpy small local bar that's in every single town, it's like The Place To Be in your town) and orders a white russian, I immediately know what kind of person they are. this wonderful lady proved me right in five minutes flat. the fucking audacity of this woman was unmatched.

bob our wonderful bar guy who comes in every day with his buddy dennis is a hugger! and while im suuuuper uncomfy with hugs from customers, it's bob, so I let it slide. unfortunately today I was cleaning a table and had my hands full, he came up from behind me and gave me a classic bob bear hug but his arm ended up around my neck so this jolly man who's like four times my size accidentally strangled me on the job.

this 19 year old dude and his mom came in for dinner tonight and as I was putting their dinner order in the guy starts approaching, so I plaster that fake waitress smile and ask how I can help him and he tells me he used to work here and he wanted to say hey to the cooks. I've worked at this place for like 3-4 years now and I've never seen him here but I give him the benefit of the doubt and assume it must have been somewhere during the august-march stretch where I was no longer working there and let him go. im super close with the head cook so later on she tells me that he only worked there for a week or so, she's not sure why he thinks they're like best friends (she would have technically been his boss) and that he's like that very specific breed of Rich Sad White Boy (iykyk). and later on she goes "he really wants to fuck you, I told him to stay the hell away from you and he responded with 'what, is she taken already?'" and then egged her on to set him up with me which is. absolutely disgusting.

anyway this man showed back up hours later as me and the cook are talking Very Loudly about him in the back room, the other cook opened the door to go out to the dumpster and he was like. RIGHT there. (I think he offered to smoke with her later and she said yes because free weed)

ending on a positive, more wholesome note: we're allowed a free shift drink (I never take mine bc im not a drinker) but the head cook who I will reiterate is a very good friend of mine and honestly a mom figure to me always gets corona as hers. I got it for her at the end of our shift, got my water, and we cheersed for me living a year and four days past what I thought would be my last :') I love this woman with my whole heart

#hollys adventures in waitressing

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libidomechanica · 1 month

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throb the gate, Luke Havergal— luke Havergal. Hid in man, I stop, not findeth begotten pale they vext the soil,

of that when your eyes, and succeed? Like is no season sends sin, ground; one of thirteenth, at full of late: o God, and they

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thine to love of works well or me homely listen her lover, when Pity pleasant science knows not a subject, because

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of that ye are not Ida; ’ clasp it once find fall, and we as rich, at least he too; but, if only so are need

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my though engaged by all things not exact below. Your feet, and galvanism has sent from Nelly Gray! It was much

repented of the side were but she fled, but Ornament that. They neither is too much, indeed as force her Graces, in

haste—but followed: and then be wise man of widow to an assault: I have somewhere, weep me also, which with emotion

to thee, toward me. The city. In Christmas cactus, blood was happy as we dream; yet, if I can say, grosser pardon

the ungracious for ornamented Don Juan love were valiant overturn, and bites they were their honour and would

have alone for mines of Sorrow, and I. Were a dumpy woman’s father waist; for emigration was brought on cloudy

night, despair. To loves him, never there he loved more she shone clear. To find my bonie, bond is but Rousamouski,

scherematoff an old man, but what, but you will was peace. For every sly—she show where his Satire ended here there!

Her charm than he way the street And this’ he said, Ruined. Still were real and shaft. This heart in you might stare, gave always friend

of Absence to my fingers of me and opened when day reverend tutor’s persistent as a Jehovah’s Witness.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #149 texts #ballad

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fussyspace · 5 months

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Those not finished, part 2

At this stage of the competition, we're just meant to read 10-30% of a book and vote yes or no on whether we want to continue/the book should advance. The team's votes are then added together to find the top 10-12, which we then read in full and score.

These are the books I gave a no vote to and didn't finish reading. There are some I finished reading and still voted no to (usually when they were short enough that it wouldn't take long to get to the end).

A no vote doesn't necessarily mean a book is bad. Please also remember that these views are my own and may not reflect the rest of the team.

Arter, Sylas Seabrook

Word count: ~88,100

Cover: It definitely screams 'space'! I can't really tell much about what it will be about from the combination of the title and cover, but I at least get the genre, and it doesn't look like Earth, so that in itself is interesting.

Blurb: 'For a hundred thousand years, Sumatta has reigned as the source of all life on the planet Arter. Arter is a pangean continent whose skies are filled by a constant aurora and whose science is based off of aten, small bits of energy captured by nature which harness the fundamental forces of nature.

'Unel seeks to use aten to connect Arterians through their dreams in hopes of one day allowing Arterians to communicate through the mind directly. Finding the right aten and the right design for his device, the draumr, proves frustrating, and he finds himself relying on the support of his bonded (wife) to complete the project.

'As he discovers the necessary formula and they begin a family, Sumatta brings a message. Sumatta, Guardian of Ages, brings a message of a new age which will change Arter forever and give new meaning to Unel’s hopes for the draumr device.

'This story was 6 years in the making and is the first in a series of books which will take us deeper into the world-building of a universe of universes filled with characters who seek to better themselves, save the worlds the know, and the gods who play amongst them.'

There's a fair amount of information being dropped in the blurb, and while it sounds interesting enough I do wonder if it could have focussed more on the plot without getting bogged down by terminology or explanations. The thought of inventing telepathic/dream communication is intriguing enough to interest me.

Vote to continue at 30%: No

Content: I admit that when I read Arter's blurb, I saw '6 years in the making' and was immediately concerned that this would be a little book with a lot of worldbuilding shoved into it. This was either an irrational fear or, I suspect, brought on by the slightly info-dumpy feeling I got from the blurb itself. In any case, the first chapter played into my fears. While the main character Unel conducted experiments into some kind of telepathy, terminology dropped left, right and centre, and I found myself swimming, with increasing disinterest, through name soup. Nothing hooked me until his 'bonded' came in trying to 'distract' him. More on that later.

I was confused by the fact that atoms appeared to be solid and visible in this world, which led to a question that I never really had answered to any degree of satisfaction – were the Arterians aliens who just saw things differently to humans? Their appearance was described as human-like, with no features distinguishing them. It often felt like they were just humans on another planet, but because I knew they weren't meant to be, my mind kept substituting the aliens from Strange Planet, but with hair. And boobs. We'll circle back to the boobs later. This was a consistent question that really annoyed me, especially when I encountered suggestions that there were other planets and non-Arterians, but I never got enough information to be able to tell the difference between the two. I even have a sneaking suspicion that one of the characters that appeared later was non-Arterian, but I just didn't know for sure.

I found the next chapter more interesting, as it drifted over to their religion and introduced a pretty neat four-dimensional tree along with its Readers, trained to read the patterns of the (later somewhat phallically described) god that visited via the tree. Still, not much happened, and I found the fact that 'it' was used as the Reader's pronoun incredibly off-putting compared to 'they'. This was coupled with a more widespread issue that sometimes occurred with typos and odd sentence construction.

Now let's circle back to the bonded and the boobs. A significant chunk of early chapters focusses on the relationship between Unel and his bonded (i.e. wife), which hooked into a pretty interesting worldbuilding aspect whereby fertility is controlled by expensive eggs that have to be collected from a certain species on the rare occasion the god rocks up to activate them. It was a brilliant hook for a dystopia, but the book didn't seem to be going in that direction. What we did get to read was a rather cringe-inducing slice of the couple's life, including Unel licking cream of his bonded's nipples and them saying they love each other many, many times.

The women, in general, felt rather sexualised and universally occupied rubbish positions in society. I found this very unusual, given the complete control they have over their own reproduction, which I felt would have improved their lot over human women. I also found it interesting how easy it was to reverse the polarity of the magic sex eggs and make them deadly, which I feel should probably have had more impact on their society.

The book began to get slightly more interesting when stuff started to explode, but at that point it immediately put me in another PoV with a new character I didn't care about, followed by yet another. And what should have felt like a big reveal relating to their god's true nature and intentions was told in two sentences rather nonchalantly when it could have had a much more impactful reveal.

All in all, Arter's setting had a lot of promise, but it didn't have much to hook me and was let down by its vagueness around species, its pacing, and the weakness of its women. As such, I did not keep reading past 30%.

Replika: Sky's Mission, Hugo Bernard

Word count: ~82,200

Cover: Bright and shiny, it suggests something code/tech-related, so that's pretty on brand for what the blurb suggests.

Blurb: 'Reality is an illusion worth fighting for...

'Earth’s ecological collapse is avoided when most of the world population agrees to permanently upload into Replika, a simulated reality maintained by the AI. But the stability of this world is threatened when a group of neuroscientists hack their own brains to interact with Replika in unforeseen and dangerous ways.

'Sky devotes her life to rebuilding the real world left dysfunctional from the massive exodus into Replika. But when she learns her brother, who disappeared under mysterious circumstances, is in danger, she must choose which world needs her most. All she wants is to find the brother she loves, but she will unwittingly get entangled in an attempt to redefine the reality of humanity’s future.

'With a strong cast of characters, REPLIKA is a wildly inventive and fast-paced sci-fi adventure that raises profound existential questions about the role of simulated reality in our foreseeable future.'

This comes across a little clunky to me for some reason, but the thought of neuroscientists hacking their brains to cause havoc within a simulated reality sounds pretty cool. I also like the emotional stakes of Sky having to choose whether to go after her brother in there or not.

Vote to continue at 30%: No

Content: This kicked off with an interesting prologue where a fourteen-year-old kid is preparing to go into a different reality – a task for which he must lose all his memories. I was intrigued, and I was miffed on his behalf at this seemingly unfair stipulation, but I was destined not to hear much about that for the next 30% of the book I read.

That 30% kicked of by introducing a bunch of new characters – mostly a woman being tortured for information and a guy working in a virtual pizzeria. It was there that we got our first taste of 'the virt', which isn't the same as Replika, as you can keep your memories and dip in and out of the virt. It seemed like some kind of digital twin/augmented reality/Second Life arrangement. A terrorist attack happened in Paris that was relatively interesting to hear about but brought me no closer to the titular Replika, which felt like it would have featured more heavily in the book from the outset. At this point I wasn't sure what was going on and was fairly certain I was going to forget who all the characters were.

A good part of why I found the going tough and got a bit bored was the fact that I never really got any sense of emotion from the characters. The point mentioned in the blurb – Sky needing to go into Replika to find her brother – sounded like it should have been emotionally huge, and while the text gave me the reasons why it should be huge, I never got the emotional impact of that. The text relies heavily on having the characters' inner monologues tell us stuff, even when that stuff is repeated in dialogue a paragraph later. This is coupled with relatively passive narration that keeps some distance from its third-person perspectives. Technically, there are also a fair few commas that should have been semi-colons or new sentences, and the dialogue sometimes felt a bit stiff.

I stopped reading at 30% because Replika itself still hadn't made an appearance (beyond, if I remember correctly, a brief conversation with its avatar) and I was bored of being told everything. I had formed so little emotional connection to the characters that I didn't even care when one of them got kidnapped. It's a shame, really, because the premise in the blurb sounded great, but it took too long to get to the point and got bogged down in its characters' heads.

Zero Gravity, Elizabeth Pridgen

Word count: ~83,500

Cover: The cover suggests storms, that's for sure, and 'Zero Gravity' is a pretty descriptive title for the plot, so it's clear what you're getting into. It's quite simple, but I like it, and the linear artefacts are interesting. It's a fun font, too, but I have always been a big fan of those Dymo embossing machines, so I am biased. I'm not quite sure what the tagline 'Onward with the future' refers to with regard to the plot, though, as it makes me think of either time travel or forwards progress at a civilisation level.

Blurb: 'The world is in a crisis. Almost all power is lost, the U.S. government has collapsed by a terrorist organization known as The Ravagers and there are unexplained, brief episodes of gravity loss which leads to numerous accidents, casualties and little to no arcas for shelter. Marlowe Benson is one of the few living Americans left in the United States, but has been separated from her partner, Jayden. After being rescued by other remaining survivors, they struggle to not only fight back The Ravagers but to find safety from the horrific gravity loss episodes known as "zero gravity attacks".'

A bit of a clunky blurb, really (after writing this impression, I did find a more up-to-date version on Amazon, so I assume the Goodreads page needs updating), but it sets the initial scene. If there's a whole terrorist organisation, it seems weird that the main character can be one of the few living Americans, unless the terrorists a) aren't American or b) were mostly wiped out by the storms. I'm probably nitpicking, but to me 'few' suggests you'd struggle to bump into people most days, let alone see enough people to have to fight back at anyone. In any case, the titular zero-gravity attacks seem to be a bit of a sidenote here, but the thought of them is interesting.

Vote to continue: No

Content: I would like to say that most of the issues I had with this book were due to the fact that it was submitted as a Word document and I had to reformat the whole thing manually. Unfortunately, they were not. (I would remind authors to please read the rules when submitting. This wasn't the only book we had to convert to the epub stipulated in the rules.)

Before I get into those issues, let's briefly cover the book itself. I admit I didn't get far, so can't comment much on this, but we alternated through a past and present with a few encounters, including the main character being hit by a zero-gravity storm. Here, the name didn't seem to fit – it was enough to make me doubtful, though writing in hindsight and having not noted it down, I can't remember if the storms were caused by zero gravity or simply named such. In any case, the first storm saw the main character able to kick things without pushing off in the opposite direction with equal force and also flipped a car seemingly at random. There didn't seem much logic to it. I didn't find the alternating times worked in this case, and the whole thing felt quite disjointed. While the blurb held some potential for an interesting story, my quibbles with the premise continued. It didn't seem at all believable that the US government had somehow been bumped off with no prior warning or fanfare, not a peep from the army, and with no one having noticed a terrorist threat powerful enough to pull that off to begin with.

What were the book's main issues? Editing. It needed it. Speech tags were incorrectly capitalised, many sentences made little or no sense, characters' body parts were described as doing things rather than the characters themselves, it failed to use the pluperfect when necessary, was overly passive and overused sentence fragments. It also seemed to jump in time, with characters being there one second and gone the next, though I couldn't tell if this was just a formatting issue that had stripped out the scene breaks. And a bizarre one: at one point it called a subway crash genocidal, which seemed a flagrant misuse of the word (unless someone had specifically shoved people from an ethic group on the train and then crashed it, which didn't seem to be the case).

All in all, I couldn't get past the 5% mark before I had to put it down.

#science fiction #self publishing #sff #spsfc #sci fi #spsfc3 #spsfc3 round 1

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agentgumsh0e · 2 years

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im just kinda throwing this prompt out there but it would be cool if you could write something where the reader has a friendly competition going on with cypher in the battlefield. i just think witty banter between cypher and someone else would be funny :D

battlefield banter (cypher x reader)

summary: cypher and you have a friendly competition during a practice match

word count: 760+

warnings: none

it was just a regular day out on the battlefield.

well, an artificial one, anyways, seeing as it was a practice match with the other agents of protocol. and because it was a practice match, you and cypher could get away with more antics than you could on a real mission since neither of you were actually in danger.

and because of that, you got comms like this.

“hottie coming from CT!” cypher said into his earpiece, which he made an adjustment to so he could choose to solely speak to you or the whole team. right now, it was the former.

as you exited CT, you chuckled, oblivious. “aww, thanks!”

“not you! brim!”

you paused for a moment, thinking about his words before sighing in response. you walked up behind brimstone, who was also coming from CT, and successfully took him out of the round.

brim does have a dumpy, you thought in agreement.

cypher gave a playful laugh at your annoyance, one that he usually lets out when he forgets about his worries for just a second. “another point for me.”

this was a game you often liked to play with cypher: who could fluster/distract the other more. of course, this game was not appropriate in actual matches, but here you could get away with all sorts of things with only a slap on the wrist from brim.

so far, the odds were not looking in your favor. against cypher, they never were. the only time you managed to catch him off-guard during this match was by destroying his cam yourself when he kept giving you false callouts.

“my poor camera!” he had said, but he had distracted you enough with the callouts to count it as a point for him.

you knew that cypher just didn't get flustered, but that didn't stop you from trying to sneak up on him while he was in position, looking down at something in his hand.

you took slow, silent steps as you neared him. he was still seemingly preoccupied. then, you were close enough to his ear to whisper: “knock knock, amir.”

“ah, who could it be? couldn't have been the person i saw creeping up on me on my camera.” cypher said, turning his head slightly towards you as he put his hand, and his view of his camera, down.

your face soured as you looked at him exasperatedly. “seriously?”

he laughed again, the eyes of his mask reflecting this action. suddenly, the laughter stopped, and his arm flew out to push you behind him, shielding you with his body. he withdrew his arm to fire his gun. his proximity made you warm and dizzy, your heart pumping a little faster.

“you should have been looking more closely. jett wasn't too far behind you, you know. did you really want to get me back that bad?” he tsked as he reloaded his gun and turned around to face you. he could tell by your flushed face that he had succeeded in flustering you, and therefore got a point.

as your heart rate settled down, you pursed your lips in embarrassment. “...yes.”

in the ending rounds of the match, cypher decided to play another trick on you. there was really no reason to continue since he was already so far in the lead, but he always liked to push your buttons limits.

“my rose, you really must step up your game if you plan to beat me. the net’s closing in on you~” cypher said, the last part said with a sing-songy voice.

he has a great singing voice, you mused, but you internally swatted away the thought.

“cypher, i swear to god i'm going to kill you!” you said in a hushed voice, just above a whisper.

cypher had messed with your mic, changing it so the whole team could hear your reply. and unfortunately for you, ‘just above a whisper’ was plenty loud in their earpieces.

“(y/n)! focus!” sage said in response, and you whispered an apology.

making sure that you were speaking to only cypher now, you said, “i hate you.”

he hummed nonchalantly, accompanied with what you could only assume was a smug smile and a careless shrug. he internally gave himself a point on his mental scoreboard.

“you love me.” he said, stating it like it was irrefutable information. which it was, but now was not the time to admit that.

if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, he continued, “it's written with the red on your face right now. don't try to hide it, i see it. haha, you're so obvious, it's cute.”

there was no winning with cypher, was there?

#valorant x reader #cypher x reader #valorant cypher x reader #cypher #valorant cypher #valorant #valorant headcanons #valorant scenarios #cypher valorant #cypher valorant x reader #valorant imagines

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daimonhalos · 3 years

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Appreciation post for the eggpire and more during the red banquet cause I'm not seeing enough love for how well they organized and delivered and because I'm so proud of cc!Bad for how far the Bloodvines arc has gone ♥ (this stuff is from Bad's vod btw)

Also something to cheer people up a bit in case the lore got u hard like it got me cause I'm still not okay bestie <3

The starting soon screen being an animation (with glitches to show another frame!!) plus the jazzy electro-swing soundtrack underneath. Just such a good intro, I felt like I was actually in the waiting line for an event, just awesome.

Ponk. Just Ponk, dapper man, handsome Ponk just standing there. Gorgeous, thank you, standing ovation, I love him.

Just everything Bad and Ant did with the building of the room, the stairs!! The coat room!!! The statues right in front of the table, everything looked SO pretty.

ANT MY BELOVED LOOKING HANDSOME AS ALWAYS I just loved all their outfits. The banquet's skins just SLAPPED HARD.

The little moment where Bad changed view of his character and we could see him, Ant and Ponk cwc

Bad singing >>>>>>>>>>

Everyone getting lost despite the oak signs

THE ARC ABOVE THE DANCEFLOOR, WHAT THE HELL YOO

Bad complimenting everyone on their outfits and giving out some gapples here and there

Bad also always repeating the same catchphrases

Sam just drinking copiously and the dumpy situation

People actually dancing + HBomb being the dj

Puffy walking around Bad to see his outfit and complimenting him, just felt like their old friendship cwc

FOOLISH GAVE BAD A FLOWER <3

Bad scolding George for not wearing an outfit (Sam's "his name is Gogy and he is beautiful")

"It's almost time for the feast. It's gonna be delicious." the foreshadowing

Everyone dancing together cwc

"minecraft dancing is speed squats" eret ilu

Bad and Ant complimenting moment ♥

The eggpire all on the same side of the table. Them

Ponk's little "Hello!" after Bad said he made the soup, plus everyone going "good job!!" just twt

When Bad started asking if anyone wanted to give a toast, I realized eventually that this was more of a disguised "Want to say your last words before death?" and it now sounds s o freaking cool. ye s

P O N K 'S S P E E C H

"you look beautiful right now" sam i will cry

When in the middle of his speech, Bad turns to Ant who's already looking at him, nods, Ant nods back, and as Bad turns around again we can see Ant walking away from his seat. I am OBSESSED with this scene, like you already know something is about to go down and oh gosh it was delivered so good

THE LAVA COMING DOWN FROM THE CEILING AS BAD KEPT TALKING, NONE NOTICING, HIM TALKING ABOUT HOW THE BANQUET WILL BE UNFORGETTABLE. SO HOT

"And yeah! Thank you for coming everybody" the little mischievous giggles right after "And prepare uh ... yep. Prepare to die." AND THEN HE FUCKIGN DRINKS FROM HIS GLASS LIKE COME ON YOU CANT BE ANY COOLER THAN THAT YOOO

"The leaf is staying the way it is" you can hear the laughter in his voice like HAH GOTTEM that's so good

Bad still giving Hbomb gapples cwc

"Where you looking for this perchance?" AND THEN EQUIPS THE ENTIRE ARMOR AND WEAPONS E Y E when the twists started dude. this si where the twists started and never ended

HANNAH CROSSING SIDES AND SIDING WITH THE EGGPIRE. QUEEN SHIT that was such a cool moment for her i'm so glad she's getting her moment

The eggpire laughing, just pure villainy, love them

"Time to get on the main event" the nonchalance. The way they equipped the crossbows and readied the arrows at the same time. B r u h fucking awesome they are

The eggpire faking being afraid when Sam was talking about blowing the egg up. Sad that we already knew about the obsidian thing, but still made it a very cool scene. Especially right after when they started laughing at them again. I don't know what it is about it but I love them being so sassy.

FREAKING EXECUTIONS THEY WORKED FOR MASS EXECUTIONS they were able to trap all those freaking people!! And trick them and counter attack all the time! what the fuck, I'm so impressed

Thank you Fundy for sounding super terrified /gen ♥

Wait ahah they really said EGGSECUTION-

THE EGG HATCHES THE EGG HATCHES THE EGG HATCHES im not saying IT but im saing Velvet

"Follow me! Follow me!" HANNAH SOUNDED SO ENTHUSIASTIC i love

"We trusted you!" "Well, that was your first mistake-" THE WAY BAD WAS ABOUT TO LAUGH. DUDE they definitely had so much fucking fun making this

sassyboyhalo

Foolish acting thank u ily. Also the thunder not working what the heck i wanna know what was going on inside his mind right then he sounded so lost. THE ACTING

"Sacrifice!" Hannah idk how to say this but I love you

ANT MOMENTTTT

When puffy called them selfish i was expecting bad to just do a huge double take. I wanted him to snap immediately PLEASE SNAP-

BAD DELIVERING AGAIN WITH THE AMAZING ACTING

"Not just for the egg but for what the egg is going to give us" he's so desperately trying to make them udnerstand it promised him his friend back he literally mentions it every single time but everyone calls him selfish because they think he wants power when he just wants skeppy's friendship back in this essay I will- Anyway yes I love that he never explicitly says it because it kills us viewers with pain cause we KNOW and then the reveal will be 100 times more powerful. This is so awesome

"I can't stop Quackity and you know why I can't stop. If I stop I can't get what I need." his voice grew so much lower like he's just holding back MAN I HH IT WAS SO GOOD

SECRET RETREAT ROOM YOOO

Ponk giving Bad some food and telling him to stay safe, Bad telling both Hannah and Ponk to stay safe too. My tears

And now the solo Bad lore part, where we actually see the true part of him that's absolutely devastated and makes me cry, the way he acted all confident and then saw everything crumble in a few seconds and now he's destroyed again because what if they find a way to destroy the egg what then? what if he never gets skeppy back? dude, you can just read his emotions it's so sad and i love how it was portrayed

"I know where I can go. I know who I can see!" BDI REF BDI REF FOR SURE I have a feeling that's going to be explained in the next lore stream with Skeppy and I'm so hype. I love the little crumbs of references here and there.

"But now they have it.." he sounded so broken??? bad your acting please ill cry

"I didn't really want to hurt anybody" his true self trying to get back cwc especially because he's farther away from the egg. I just love the transition between the guy Bad portrays who's so sure about the egg when it's in front of others and the doubts and anxiety he actually has when he's alone. Just so cool

"Did I screw up?" im just pointing out everything that moves me emotionally cause these people's acting is so cool

Ending the stream with simple black background my beloved

Okay but really I'm so so so proud of the ccs for making this happen and it's only going upwards, I'm literally so in awe, they really said go big or go home

Free space for Ant's villain speech I wasn't able to hear yet, but they said it was v cool, so I'm trusting people on this

Thank you for listening, stan Bloodvines arc /hj

If I made typos no I didn't

#badboyhalo #antfrost #ponk #hannahxxrose #captain puffy #awesamdude #fundy #foolish gamers #hbomb94 #georgenotfound #velvetiscake #skeppy #quackity #dream smp #dream smp spoilers #purp pls stop #long post #red banquet

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captain-aralias · 3 years

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Fic’s finished - here’s some trivia!

Includes:

References to 90s RomComs

Writerly ephemera

Baz’s wardrobe / Simon’s wardrobe

A deleted scene

90s RomComs

In the prompt, Liz mentioned Four Weddings and a Funeral and My Best Friend’s Wedding. (And The Proposal, which honestly I’ve never seen, even though now I’m thinking I should.) I didn’t really go with the vibes because I wanted to do a break up, but I put at least one reference to these films in every chapter. For fun.

He was the love of my life. My North, my South, my East and West. (Chapter 1)

It also, horrifyingly, sounds a lot like that awful song Daphne made us listen to earlier. I can’t laugh, and I can’t sing. (Chapter 2)

The whole ‘forgot the rings’ thing is reference enough

I like him dressed for weddings. (Chapter 3)

He crosses his arms. Pretends to be unmoved, even when half the bar joins in (I tipped Shepard off) (he thought the plan was brilliant) even the lobsters. They’re waving their claws in the air. (Chapter 4 - the only reference to My Best Friend’s Wedding)

“The boy’s a liar,” someone barks from behind me. “Tyrannus Pitch has been dead sixty years and good riddance.” (Chapter 5)

“Simon,” I say. “I do.” (Chapter 5)

Writerly Ephemera

Amy had this lovely idea a few months ago: Find bits of yourself that you gave to your fiction (memories and places and phrases and things into our stories).

Usually, there’s hardly any of my life in my fic, but I stole a few bits and pieces for this fic:

My father got re-married when I was at university. I like his wife, but I barely knew her then - I just knew, she’s the woman my dad left my mum for! He asked me to choose a reading and I had literally no idea what to pick. Retrospectively, I should have said no, you choose, but anyway. I chose a bit of Jeeves & Wooster where Bertie talks about wanting to get married for some reason - both my aunts loved it, the married couple were completely bemused. No idea what I was on about.

Also, their recessional music was Whitney Houston. The theme from The Bodyguard. I’d originally written this as the Spice Girls, since Daphne would have grown up in the 90s, but then I thought of the end of Chapter 2 joke, and I was like - going to troll my father from this gay fanfiction, I guess.

It was really hot when I was writing Chapter 3. That’s why it’s very hot in this chapter.

Simon and Baz choose not to get married at the end of this fic - not yet anyway. In part, because I didn’t want to re-do Golden Years, in part because that’s the end of Four Weddings, and in part because I feel a bit like I’ve written Baz in this fic. I thought I liked weddings, until I thought about it properly ... (N.B. I think actual Baz totally wants to marry Simon, btw, and Simon longs for an official family. But I had to get to my ending, so here we are.)

Baz’s wardrobe

You can still buy a very similar McQueen blazer if you like. Which I like even more. It’s completely not my vibe - unlike the Harry Styles Gucci below, which definitely is – and it’s a thousand pounds, but several times during this fic, I thought... I mean, maybe?

There’s no reference for the burgundy suit - I just wanted it.

Simon’s wardrobe

He’s wearing the Leaver’s Ball outfit at Jamie & Beth’s wedding, followed by a suit that has no reference, but is based - in my mind - on one from RooBadley’s Use Your Words

I consulted Roo about Simon’s wardrobe for this fic - for one summer wedding, one winter wedding. They gave me these:

I really liked this second suit for Simon - so much that when I remembered Simon was the best man in Chapter 5 and should probably be wearing some sort of matching outfit with Shepard, I was like... to hell with it. He’s wearing this!!!

I switched the green for undyed linen. Roo and I also had this conversation, which I wanted to use in the fic but never managed to fit in.

aralias i'm just reading in the gentleman's gazette that it's actually OK for linen to be creased

RooBadley

I would very much love for this to be a fact that Lady Ruth reassures Simon with and Simon then repeats to Baz his one bit of fashion knowledge

aralias "the really pronounced characteristic wrinkles of linen are a sign of a sophisticated casual style, actually, Baz"

RooBadley Baz: Shall I spell those wrinkles out for you, Snow? Simon: Actually, creasing is fine and acceptable when wearing linen, Baz. Though'd you'd have known that. ~smirk~

aralias i like the way this dude has rolled up the trousers too - it's not a safari, it's hipster

Deleted scene:

After the success (I think) of the end of chapter 1, I started to think ‘maybe every chapter will end with some texting!!!’

I started writing this conversation for the end of chapter 2 before I’d finished it - almost unheard of - but then I decided I hated it. Very info-dumpy. I kept the homo-positive joke, as you can see, even though I’m not sure it deserves to be kept. 😂

“HOLY MORGANA. penny just told me.”

“I know. She called me as well. It’s some sort of visa thing, I think. And she thinks it will be helpful in negotiating back all the children he’s bartered away, if she can tell people she’s his wife and has a claim on them.”

“it was more romantic when penny told me about it. shepard asked me to be his best man.”

“Oh dear. Are he and Bunce going to fight over you?”

“obviously not. penny’s a woman.”

“So? I’m going to be Fiona’s Best Man. Or Man of Honour – whatever the term is.”

“yeah, but that’s different.”

“How? Choose your words carefully, Snow.”

“I mean, because fiona doesn’t have any other friends & her sister is dead (sorry). who the fuck would she pick if not you? penny asked her sister.”

“Oh. I thought you meant because I was gay. And like to wear flowers.”

“wtf. no. i’m not homophobic. i’m LITERALLY homo … positive. (is that a thing?)”

“I think you can just say gay.”

“i’m not gay, tho”

“Right. Well, this is awkward.”

“why?”

“baz? you know i don’t know what i am. and you know it doesn’t matter, because the only person I want to be with is YOU. even tho you’re a touchy bastard.”

“man of honour suits you. you should go with that.”

“Best man doesn’t suit *you* at all.”

“fuck off.”

“are you going to come to penny’s wedding?”

“Yes. Even now I know you’re helping organise it. Do you want to come to Fiona’s?”

“fuck no. she tried to kill me. unless you want me to. i’ll go if you want me to. i’ll even buy her a gift”

“I would like you to be there.”

“all right. send me the invite.”

that’s all, folks!

Four Funereal Weddings and an American Stag Do

#carry on #awtwb spoilers #my fic #my deleted scenes #my content

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fallingappleshurt · 3 years

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Do y’all wanna see the VERY BASIC outline for my AU based off the Project Pink story, this shit that I wrote while sleep deprived

Too bad have it anyways

(I will be adding a lot more to this AU and might change some stuff but here are just the basics, god I’m tired)

ANYWAYS Finding a Home

There aren’t really any set age ranges or stories in place for this yet, it’s more just a brain dump word vomit thing

Techno:

-A really good student even though he procrastinates all of the time

-He really likes to read

-Has really big boxy glasses that are too big for his face (He’ll grow into them eventually)

-He has claimed himself to be Wilbur’s protector of sorts, making sure he doesn;t do anything too reckless or stupid and overall just trying to help him

-He has stopped Wilbur from doing so much stupid shit, you don’t even know

-They have been through about 6 foster homes before being placed with Phil

-They were split up once but after a few weeks Techno got sick of his home and met up with Wilbur, who hid him for two days before getting busted

-They put Techno back in the same home but he ran away again, he saved up money and stayed in a gross motel for a day then in a park for another before being found

-Finally he was placed back with Wilbur and they were put with Phil

-Techno is obsessed with space, absolutely star-struck (haHA) by it

- The different planets and their environments, stars, comets, he thinks it’ll all super interesting

-He has those shitty glow in the dark stars on the wall next to his bunk

-Once he and Wilbur snuck out to the woods at night and climbed up a tree to star gaze away from city lights

-(Majority of their ‘delinquent stuff was before they met Phil)

-He and Wilbur would spray paint animal faces on water tanks and abandoned properties

-They spent half of their childhood in a kind of crappy neighborhood with weird streets, trashy houses, and the town was overall just dumpy

-They would wander around and explore some of the closed off or abandoned houses just to see what was there

-They couldn't do this any when they were placed with Phil, who lives in the suburbs

-They can still cause chaos, somewhat, where he works

-Techno and Phil go to the library everyone, it’s become a tradition

-Techno likes pigs, enough said

Wilbur:

-Dirty crime boy

-Has definitely hidden from the cops before, nothing that serious

-Really likes to play the guitar

-He has fairy lights hanging around the top bunk of his bed, there was nothing to hang them on so he taped them to the wall

-He is actually really good with spray paint

-Phil got some old wooden boards for Wilbur to paint on instead of private property, cause, ya know

-He gets is paint from some rando at school

- He really likes to adventure and sneak around

-Half of the stuff he does gives Techno a heart attack

-Wilbur is okay at school but he doesn’t really like it but for some reason he is really good at science

-He’s mad there isn’t a guitar option for the band or orchestra

-At an old foster home he would steal an older siblings guitar to practice with, he did this so much to the point where they would have to lock it away so he couldn’t get to it

-So he learned to pick locks

-So they had to hide it in different places

-He really likes the ocean, especially coral reefs and sea animals

-He wants to scuba dive some day!

-Techno learned a bunch of ocean facts and will randomly spew them at Wilbur

-He enjoys it

-Wilbur likes to listen to Techno talk about anything like books, shows, movies, anything that he is interested in and will listen to Techno talk about it for hours, it’s especially interesting when he’s passionate about the topic and Wilbur can see him getting more excited and into it

-Techno has books that’d read outloud to Wilbur when they were younger, sometimes when they can’t sleep, he’ll read out loud again

-Wilbur really likes stickers and has a box of them but doesn’t know where to put them so they just stay in the box

-He keeps collecting them though

-He teaches Tommy the guitar every Thursday

-He will randomly walk up behind Techno and rest his chin on Technio’s head

Phil:

-He is the manager of a mall (BEAR WITH ME)

- He has fostered kids before but never adopted before Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy

-He is good at handling chaos, thank god, and isn’t really phased by half of the stuff his kids do

-He gardens, he randomly started one day and found out he has a green thumb

-He also is a good cook and spends time trying to teach the boys how to cook, or at least not set the kitchen on fire

-Techno and Tommy show promise but Wilbur might be a lost cause for cooking

-He has a heart tattooed on his left wrist

-The bucket hat is something he wears when gardening

-He bought Wilbur his first guitar and a song book to go with it, later on he got Wilbur a notebook so he could write songs or anything he wanted to

-He takes Techno to the library every week, the first time they went Techno only got a few books but the next time he got like 16 and some of them were thick boys and Techno couldn’t carry them all

-He has taken all of them to the aquarium and Wilbur almost lost his shit trying to see everything

-Techno read all of the fish information tablets and Tommy liked the interactive pool where you could poke rocks and shit

-He brings them to work with him sometimes and lets them wander around the mall, praying to god they don’t set shit on fire

-He is really patient with Tommy but once they got comfortable with each other he had no problem teasing him, all of the boys really

-He really likes birds and has a bird feeder in the tree in their backyard

Tommy:

-Gremlin

-That’s it

- He is super energetic and bouncy

-He has trouble falling asleep sometimes because of this

-He is loud and can be rude but means well

-He wasn’t super interested in a lot of things but he loves legos, even if there aren’t any specific things he has to build, he just likes to make giant towers with them and sets them up around the house

-They have all stepped on so many legos, oh so many legos

-He’s really smart but has a hard time focusing so he gets help from Techno and Wilbur, and Phil, sometimes

-His knees are constantly scraped

-He made friends with a kid named Tubbo from school, they became close friends really quickly

-Tubbo and Tommy switched bandanas, Tommy gave Tubbo his red one and Tubbo gave Tommy his green one (YES I’m going THERE)

-Tommy doesn’t let anyone else touch it

-None of the others actually knew about Tubbo, they’d ask who gave him the bandana and he’d say some girl from school or something

-After awhile Tommy wanted to see Tubbo outside of school so he lied and said he joined a club then would go hang out with Tubbo after school at a park

-This went on for weeks until Techno and Wilbur got suspicious, Wilbur actually cut class and followed Tommy, who was still in elementary, like 5th grade, at the time and got out earlier, and saw him meeting at a park

-He didn’t find this to be that bad and told Techno but not Phil

-Eventually Tubbo got to meet the rest of the family but that wasn’t until sixth grade or so

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kisskissbanggang · 4 years

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What You Don’t Know

[15Min Read/4.5K Words - College AU - Jisung x Female Reader - NSFW/Smut, 1/3 Plot - Femdom, Dom/Sub, Finding Kinks, Hair Pulling, Sub Awakening, Drinking Buddies, Friends to Lovers(?)]

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It's not like you hated Jisung when you met him. It wasn't like you liked him, either. Really, you didn't anything Jisung the first time your friends invited their new roommate out for drinks. All Minho had mentioned was he was a bit of a nerd and a bit of an introvert, but he definitely didn't seem that way when you got to the bar after work. Jisung was slamming a shot with your friends and laughing in only the way you can when it's not your first of the night, and you were already vastly indifferent to him.

The only person who showed any extraneous interest in him was Stephanie, the group’s very own groupie. She'd slept her way through their whole house, starting with Felix back when they still lived in the dorms, and now they could never really shake her. Stephanie was fine, she was pretty and smart, but she didn't bring much else to the table and she certainly never made any efforts of her own to become friends with you as the guys suggested you try yourself at multiple points. Lately, she'd had her eyes set once again on her original goal: Chan, the name on the house’s lease and the first of them to graduate -- but to perpetually no avail. You had to applaud the arrogance in such a venture. Chan would be too busy with work for the foreseeable future to humor a girl like Stephanie, but she tried nonetheless.

Until Jisung moved in. Now she had her sights set on him, and none of the guys interfered as this near rite of passage took place. Presently, she was sitting hip to hip with him in the booth, completely oblivious to his discomfort and trying hard to crack through his inhibitions enough to do anything resembling flirting. You and Minho had simply watched, amused, judging from the other side of the booth and sipping your drinks.

What wasn't nearly as amusing was catching sight of your professor's new TA when you walked into the first class of your last college course. Jisung definitely made eye contact with you, but froze in a way that convinced you that he either didn't remember your name or desperately didn't want to socialize with you, both options suiting you just fine. Jisung didn’t say anything during class, he barely interacted with students, and he mostly kept to himself as Professor Brown droned.

For the first three days.

Finally, once Friday hit, the boys invited you back to the bar and you knew you shouldn't be surprised to see Jisung there. You and Minho watched as Stephanie tried and tried and tried to get Jisung to dance with her, until she finally gave up and cajoled Felix into doing it. And, once Minho left to get you a second round, you found yourself sitting next to the mousiest, quietest boy you’d ever met. That stumped you, seeing as he was just fine with the guys. You didn't feel jealous because, of course, you didn’t anything Jisung since you knew next to nothing about him, but it was interesting to watch him switch gears from friends to strangers.

“I liked your outline.”

“What?” You asked, whipping your head around to find Jisung quickly averting his gaze back into his beer. He coughed up a little more confidence.

“I liked your outline that you turned in.”

You blinked, impressed that he could actually make a move to just be nice to you. “Thanks,” you smiled genuinely, “it’s something I've been thinking of writing for the last year or so.”

“I look forward to reading your draft,” he said with a small grin. You were able to prod him after that, really pick his brain over the better parts of your outline and how to best represent that in your draft. “So,” he began one more beer later, now much more loosened up and relaxing back into the booth seat, “how do you even know these guys?”

“I met Chan in sophomore year,” you thought back, “and we almost got together, but you know Chan. He’s too busy for anything, even then he still was.” Jisung choked on his beer for a second but motioned for you to continue despite his quiet coughing. “So Chan and I are friends, and I sort of just became friends with everyone else, but especially Minho.”

“They’re good guys,” Jisung nodded into his drink.

“What about you? You just moved in but aren’t you graduating soon, too? How does that work?”

Jisung shrugged. “Tired of the campus apartments and finally had enough money to move out. It’s like a nice transition from college to the real world.”

“So you're enjoying it?”

“Yeah,” Jisung smiled his small smile as he looked at you, “I'm loving living off campus. And it’s great opening up my circle of friends.”

Becoming friends with Jisung was incredibly easy. So now you liked Jisung, but not much else. He was friendly now to the point of occasional annoyance, but who didn’t have their moments? He waved hello during class and would sometimes hand you back assignments with little non sequiturs or drawings scribbled on post-its stuck to the back. Every once in a while, he could be convinced to hang out in the cafe on campus if you caught him walking by.

It was really easy to be friends with Jisung, until Stephanie decided she was tired of just being friends and wanted to begin her conquest. Now you had to deal with her tagging along everywhere, constantly cooing over Jisung and dressing him up and parading him around. The first time he showed up to the bar with a scarf, you knew better. It was March. You stood up, grandly asking the boys to give you their attention as you made Jisung face you in all his confusion until you whipped his scarf off, revealing a giant hickey the hue of black cherries. The boys all groaned in unison and proceeded to razz Jisung for joining their de facto club all night until, of course, Stephanie showed up. You and Minho grimaced as the night went on and, sure enough, three beers later Stephanie had climbed into Jisung’s lap in the booth and proceeded to make out for twenty minutes.

You weren’t jealous, of course. You just missed when Stephanie wouldn’t constantly be around. She didn’t even really know how to be with Jisung. Every time he reached his arm under hers to hold her hand, she shuffled him around to put his arm around her shoulder. Every time he went to kiss her cheek, she insisted that he kiss her lips. She was always getting him to hold her by the hips or waist when they were out at the bar or at parties, but he always seemed so compliant, so bored, so underutilized.

One night at your usual booth, you were squished in between Minho and Jisung, fighting with Min over how you were very much a switch, and he was a liar for insisting he wasn't as well.

“I’m a bottom,” Minho shook his head defiantly.

“No, you’re not! What about the cute guy from your art class in sophomore year?”

“A phase,” he shrugged.

“What about the tall girl from the volleyball team last summer?”

“A different phase,” he insisted.

“You’re a liar and a fiend,” you laughed. “You’re a switch through and through.”

“What’s a switch?” Came Jisung from your other shoulder.

“What?”

“What's a switch?” He laughed, practically pushing off Stephanie who was still trying to steal all his attention.

“You know,” you searched for the words in the bottom of your beer, “there’s tops, and bottoms, and switches. Where they can be either.”

“Well Jisung is absolutely a top,” Stephanie insisted, stunned as you laughed out loud.

“Jisung?! A top?!”

“Babe,” Minho jokingly warned behind you, trying to calm you down before you got too rowdy. You patted his hand off of you.

“Jisung is not a top,” you shook your head firmly. “Jisung is a switch, too, and a total sub to boot.”

“Oh, come on!” Jisung laughed boisterously, “And a sub?!”

“Jisung is not a sub,” Stephanie whined.

“You’re too busy telling him what to do to notice,” you guffawed, “Jisung is a sub. Watch.”

You curiously watched your own hand move before you even thought, outside yourself as your fingers ran up the back of Jisung’s neck and into his hair to firmly grip him at the root before manhandling him around to look into your eyes as he leaned into you. And you would've been mortified that you made such a rash decision, if Jisung didn’t compound this whole thing by his surprised yelp coming out sounding a lot more like a moan. His bright eyes drank you in as you both sat in the booth, your fingers still tangled in his hair until Minho grabbed your hand.

“Beer,” Minho grumbled behind you.

“Beer?”

“Beer, come get more beer with me.” Minho tugged you out of the booth and right into Chan as he finally entered the bar, his work bag still slung over his shoulder.

“Hey!” He smiled wide as he clapped a hand on Minho’s shoulder. Chan looked at you now, eyebrow raised as he noticed something. “You’re red. What happened?”

“Caligula here just dommed Jisung in the fucking booth, in front of Stephanie.”

Chan blinked and he immediately grabbed your hand. “That’s not great. That means it’s time to get you home.”

You stubbornly shook your head, “No, no no, you just got here.”

“Good. I'll take you home before I start drinking.”

Chan marched you out and expectantly held open the door of his dumpy little commuter car, waiting for you to give up and get in.

“So you did what now?” He asked as he revved the engine.

“I don't know!” You insisted. “I was just playing around but I, you know, pulled Jisung’s hair.”

“Hot,” Chan smirked, “but I'm sure Stephanie hates you now.”

“Oh,” you rolled your eyes, “like she didn’t already.”

“She doesn’t, but you and Jisung are just friends, and you’ve been known to make trouble like this.”

“That was one time!”

“Yes,” Chan nodded exaggeratedly, “and we almost slept together.”

You slouched in the passenger seat, watching streetlights as they passed overhead.

“You’re right, of course.” Chan remarked offhandedly.

“What?”

“Jisung is such a sub.”

It was pretty easy to avoid Jisung outside of class, but you did, admittedly, miss him. You kind of missed talking about movies, or sitting and watching dumb videos online, or sharing music back and forth. You sort of missed how he brought you snacks and complimented your outfits and always tried to mind your feelings even when he was critiquing your work. So it sort of sucked when Minho asked you to run to the house before coming to the bar because he forgot his wallet.

You prayed and prayed and prayed that Jisung was already at the bar, but of course he was the one to open the door.

“Hey,” he greeted awkwardly.

“Hey,” you stiffly returned his nod, “Minho forgot his wallet.”

Jisung stepped aside to let you into the old house, and was a couple steps behind you as you made your way up the creaky stairs. “Following me?” You laughed.

“Oh, excuse me,” Jisung giggled, “I’m just trying to get back to my room to finish cleaning.”

“You? Cleaning? Lies.”

Jisung jokingly scoffed and passed you to head into the door opposite Minho’s. You set about looking for the lost wallet, finally finding it having fallen off his nightstand and almost under the bed. You stood up, dusting yourself off and cracking your back before you turned, gasping to see Jisung in the doorway.

“Is it dumb if I say I missed you?” He admitted, almost shy with his small smile.

You jokingly gasped. “How dare you have emotions?”

“Because I did,” he shrugged. “I've missed you. Just thought you should know.”

“Oh, Jisung,” you grinned affectionately, “I missed you, too. Hurry up with your cleaning and we can go to the bar together.” You squeezed his hand as you passed him in the doorway, taking a quick second to toss your arms around his shoulders and give him a quick hug.

The hug lingered, just a beat longer than usual to not surprise you when you noticed Jisung breathing you in from the crook of your neck. You let yourself pet his hair for a moment before you began to pull away, but Jisung caught you, his hand snaking back to yours on his hair. Even as he stood a little taller than you, Jisung’s eyes were bright as they silently implored you, and you couldn’t keep resisting the curious urge you were feeling.

Your fingers wove into Jisung’s hair, letting him feel everything before you firmly gripped him by the root again and pulled him in, making him have to hold back where he was, leaning in from the door frame and his lips hovering moments away from yours. And then you came back to your senses.

“Wait,” you croaked, quickly relinquishing him and dipping away, “wait wait wait, I’m sorry, this is great, I want to, but Stephanie -- and you know -- I’ll see you at the bar.”

You spun on your heel to get downstairs and get the hell out, wishing more than anything your racing heart would calm down.

“I broke up with Stephanie on Tuesday,” Jisung piped up behind you.

“What?” You stopped in your tracks, your hand still on the railing.

“I said I broke up with Stephanie on Tuesday.”

You slowly turned to look at Jisung at the top of the stairs. “No one ‘breaks up’ with Stephanie.”

Jisung sighed defeatedly. “I know. I told her I don’t want to fool around anymore and then she said whatever and implied I don’t know how to use my dick.”

“So you chased off Stephanie on Tuesday, but you didn’t tell me?”

“No. None of the guys know. I mean, except for Minho. Stephanie is fine, she’s pretty but talking to her is like trying to make a bonfire out of toothpicks.”

You stared at Jisung’s obliviousness. “You chased off Stephanie on Tuesday,” you emphasized, “and you didn’t tell me?”

Jisung shook his head, big eyes still curiously watching for your reaction, and widening as you stormed back up the stairs. You picked up right where you left off, only now hopping up to wrap your legs around his waist as you tangled your fingers back into his hair and finally kissed him.

“Should I have told you?” He meekly chuckled against your lips.

“You should've told me. Bedroom, now.”

“Bedroom? Why the --”

“Bedroom or else I'm going to fuck you right here in the hallway.”

“Yes, ma'am.” Jisung fell back against his bedroom door with you in tow, your fingers gently tugging on his hair as you kissed him hard. Your tongue provoked his own to respond in kind, Jisung hungrily licking into your mouth and his moans sounding more like whines in your ear. He pushed open the bedroom door, sending you both stumbling in as he carried you to bed. You were set down softly and you caught your breath for a moment. You briefly took in the sight of Jisung’s side of the room, smirking at the piles of books and CD’s heavily contrasting with Felix’s much tidier side.

“This is clean?”

“Well,” Jisung floundered despite (or in light of) your devilish grin, “it’s cleaner.”

Jisung leaned down to join you in bed before you pushed him back off of you. He stood up straight and waited, patiently wondering what you were up to.

“Strip.”

“What?”

“Don't pretend like you didn’t hear me,” you laughed, “take off something, and I’ll do the same. Got it?”

Jisung nodded, eyes wide again for a moment before he decided to first kick off his shoes and socks, waiting to see if you followed through. He watched intently as you did the same. Next, he looked you both over before sliding off his jacket and letting it drop to the floor. His Adam's apple bobbed as you did this as well, dropping your jacket off the side of the bed. You watched as Jisung openly switched between the hem of his t-shirt and the waistband of his jeans, unable to decide just what to do here before settling on his shirt. It was nice seeing him like this, not seeing his body like this for the first time in bed, but playing around in the dimly warm light of his bedroom. His chest was smooth, not sculpted but still defined, and the faint lines of his hips leading your eyes down to his jeans before you remembered how the game was supposed to work and to slip your top off as well. Jisung watched, caught up in the way you undressed, in the way you looked as you unclipped your bra for him and dropped that off the side of the bed, too. He gulped, almost comically, before he unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them. You didn’t hide how you stared at the growing bulge tenting his briefs as you unbuttoned and slid off your jeans as well. Jisung’s fingers wavered as he went to tug his underwear down over his erection, standing tall and blushing against his neatly trimmed hair. You crooked a finger to him, beckoning him closer as he stood naked before you in the room.

“You do this part,” you smiled sweetly, laying back on his bed. Jisung nodded and leaned down to slide his warm hands up your thighs and pull your panties down. You gently cupped his face before you couldn't resist tugging on his hair again, loving the soft whines it made him produce, how it made him wince and shiver just a little when you were less intense. Your lips met again as you brazenly reached for Jisung’s rigid cock, massaging his length in your hand as you finally pulled him into bed with you. “So you’re already plenty good at listening,” you teased, “what else are you good at?”

“Whatever you want me to be,” Jisung smiled breathlessly.

“What did I tell you,” you giggled, “you’re such a sub. Now lie down and call me ma’am again.”

“Yes ma'am.” Jisung eagerly lay down beside you, surprised yet again as you climbed on top of him, the heat of your bodies enough to blanket you in his cozy bedroom. You softly kissed his lips and he watched patiently, obediently, as you kissed his forehead next and moved up to ultimately perch yourself on his chest, your exposed pussy on full display in front of his parted lips. A smirk preceded you pushing Jisung’s head back as he instinctively leaned forward to lick you.

“Ask first,” you gently warned him.

Jisung licked his lips, his throat dry from how much he’d already whined for you. “Can I?”

“Can you what?”

“Can I lick your pussy?”

“I don’t know,” you cracked a mean smile, “can you?”

Jisung threw his head back in the pillow with a laugh. “Come on, please, may I lick your pussy?”

“Yes, baby, lick my pussy.”

“Yes ma'am.” You stroked your fingers into Jisung’s hair as he closed his eyes and dove into your glistening folds. He more than deserved some encouragement from just how eager he was, moaning as he tasted you and laved at your clit. In fact, he was good enough that you predicted you would have to be careful to not cum too fast. You lightly pulled Jisung off of you, standing up over him and giving him quite the view as you turned around to reposition yourself to face his feet instead. “May I continue?” Jisung breathed, and you were impressed. He just wanted to please you and play by your rules. You couldn’t see a disobedient bone in his body, and if he had one he didn’t give any hints of it.

“Yes, baby, you can continue.”

Jisung hummed contentedly as he began licking you again, his hands pulling at your thighs as he moaned against your pussy. He jumped as your hand closed around his hard cock again, lightly stroking his length that had the smallest curve upwards. His moans against your clit drove you wild, and it provoked you to stroke him harder until you could hardly stand it. You finally dipped his length into your mouth, stroking his cock as you sucked on him as well. Jisung apparently couldn't control his small thrusts into your mouth until you spanked his thigh to calm him down, and his hushed whimpers were an amazing undercurrent to the room. The faint taste of precum was coating your tongue. All of it -- Jisung’s licking, his whines, his cock in your mouth -- was serving to create an orgasm that you refused to have yet. You dipped Jisung’s hard length deeper into your mouth, almost into your throat, and loving how he had to stop licking you for a moment from the force of his moan before you rolled off of him.

The both of you caught your breath for a second, chests heaving as Jisung absently reached his hand under yours to interlace your fingers together. You smiled softly, leaving over to kiss his brow.

“Are you good to keep going?” You asked quietly, almost proud of Jisung’s eager nod. You climbed back on top of him, the entrance of your pussy set right on the head of Jisung’s cock. You could've sworn Jisung held his breath as you firmly mounted him and took his length inside you. He watched, rapt as you took your time rocking your hips on his. “Why aren't you touching me?” You teasingly purred.

“I'm sorry, ma'am,” Jisung rasped, and quickly set to stroking your clit while intermittently fondling your breasts as you rode him.

“Is it good, baby?”

“So good,” Jisung choked out between moans.

“Be grateful,” you gently reminded him.

“Thank you, ma'am,” Jisung whimpered as your tight depths massaged his length, “thank you for letting me fuck you.”

“Of course,” you smiled warmly. “Now do you think you can make me cum?”

Jisung let out a loud groan at your words, his thumb on your clit becoming a little more earnest.

“Say it,” you lightly chided as you pinched his hand currently on your tit. You lit up at his small yelp from the pain.

“Yes ma'am,” Jisung struggled.

“Louder,” you encouraged.

“Yes ma'am!” Jisung moaned louder now, his hips now also rolling along with yours to drive his length harder against your spot.

“Good, baby. Now remember it’s not your turn yet, alright?”

“Yes ma'am,” Jisung groaned, fully wrecked by now as your moans grew a bit more desperate.

“Fuck me, Jisung,” you mewled, “fuck me and make me cum.”

“Yes ma'am,” Jisung breathed, his other hand now holding onto your thigh as he bounced you hard on his cock in tandem with his stroking thumb. He watched, enraptured, as you threw your head back and came with a cry, your pussy clenching and shuddering around his throbbing cock.

You took a moment to breathe and come back to earth, the thin sheen of sweat on your brow likely matching Jisung’s as you collapsed onto his chest. “Ready to keep going?” You panted.

“Are you?” Jisung chuckled. “You just orgasmed, after all.”

“That’s when it’s best,” you assured him with a grin as you absently stroked his chin. “You’re doing so good. I feel so good. I need you to finish.”

“Yes ma'am,” Jisung nodded gravely. “How do you want me?”

You leaned over to kiss his cheek as you reached for his hand and pulled him over to face you, ultimately pulling him up and between your legs on the bed. “What a quick learner,” you praised, “you’re so well-behaved. Now fuck me. I bet you're cute when you cum.”

Jisung shivered at the condescension as he buried his leaking cock inside you. He already filled you out so well, so satisfyingly, but you wanted to see how far he could be pushed.

“Come on,” you taunted, “don’t be afraid to get a good angle. Actually fuck me.”

“Yes ma'am,” Jisung groaned, invigorated to hoist one of your legs up to drive into you deeper. Actually, after a few thrusts like this, Jisung paused, grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed, and gently manhandled you to slide it under your ass. With this improved angle, Jisung got your leg back up and easily slid back inside you, the proudest grin on his exhausted face as you cried out and gripped the sheets from the way he filled you up now. In fact, he was hitting your spot in a way you hadn’t encountered much, in a way that could maybe make you cum again if you weren’t so worn out. “Please ma'am,” Jisung begged sweetly, “may I cum?”

“Yes, baby,” you pleaded, “please cum.”

“Yes ma'am--!” Jisung grunted out a strangled groan as he clutched onto you, bucking hard into you and screwing his eyes shut as he came.

It was Jisung’s turn to collapse onto you and suck in lungfuls of air, his cock still throbbing deep inside you with your legs finally easing back against the bed as you held him close.

“That was so good,” you softly praised, kissing the top of his head where he lay on top of you. “Have you ever done anything like that before?”

“Never,” Jisung exhaled a chuckle onto your chest, his breath lightly tickling your skin. “Never eaten pussy before, either.”

“What?!” You blurted. “You had me fooled. Was it good?”

“So good,” Jisung laughed softly against you. “You taste amazing.”

“And how was it? Letting someone have control?”

“Everything I didn’t realize I'd been daydreaming about for years. I expected you to be rougher, honestly.”

“You should take it slow,” you shook your head. “Besides, there's always next time.”

“Next time?”

You patted Jisung's shoulder to signal you wanted to sit up and he let you, rolling onto your side. “Yeah, next time. If that’s what you want?”

“Of course I do,” Jisung smiled giddily as he finally rolled out of bed to get dressed again. He threw you your jacket and clothes. “By the way, jog my memory: what did you originally come here for anyway?”

“Minho’s wallet,” you shrugged, pulling it out of your jacket pocket to show him. Jisung blinked hard at it.

“That’s not Minho’s wallet.”

“It isn't?”

“Not his new one, anyway. I saw him put his new one in his pocket on his way out to the bar.”

You thought hard about it before sighing out a laugh. “He's waiting for me to say something, then. Do me a favor and don't mention this at all when we go to the bar.”

Jisung cracked a sly grin for you. “Yes ma'am.”

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helloo so i did this today bc i probably would’ve procrastinated if i left this for tmr but i really wanted to write this bc i love the idea of it alot so yes here goes (yes i ended up writing half then procrastinating again but its done now so yay)

also the idea of this goes to this post by @flufflepuffle296

⚠️TW: Mentions of murder

Marinette stared blankly at the airport she had just reached. Her class had gone on a trip to New York City, where Lila had oh-so-humbly bragged about all the famous people she knew here.

Lila had gotten Max to tamper with her alarm, setting it to go off a few hours late, at 5.30am instead of the 2am alarm she’d set it to, especially since their flight was at 6 in the morning.

Marinette had gotten to her hotel room late because everyone hadn’t bothered to get their own luggage to the car, and Marinette was reprimanded for not ‘helping her classmates bring their bags on to the bus’, especially because of Lila’s ‘sprained wrist’.

She had then been forced to carry all 30 luggages and carry-ons onto the bus by herself. Thankfully, the bus driver, who was staying at the same hotel as them for convenience had noticed her trouble when she’d tripped while carrying Lila’s huge baggage.

Lila had convinced the rest of the class not to bring suitcases that could be wheeled for no good reason, and everyone had brought large duffel bags, apart from Adrien, to which Marinette was very grateful for, even if the blonde boy was still bending to Lila’s whims.

Marinette had never appreciated lifting flour bags in the bakery more.

It had taken over two hours to get al the bags on the bus, especially since her class was stupid enough, or maybe they did it on purpose, and forgot stuff in their room, which they would then come down carrying, and forcing Marinette to unpack all the bags she’d piled on top of one another so they could put their item inside.

Marinette almost screamed when Max came down for the eighth time, carrying a stupid battery that could’ve easily fit into his pocket or Markov’s tail compartment.

Marinette was no exception and her stuff was on the plane, which was now on its way back to Paris-- without her.

She probably would’ve been more mad if she’d hadn’t seen it coming, and prepared a small backpack with her, with her phone, wallet, the binder she used to plan the class trip, a bag of cookies for Tikki, the box of power-up macarons, a jar of sugarcubes for Kaalki, and a spare change of clothes.

Tikki and Kaalki were safely hidden within the pouch Marinette had at her hip, which she was eternally grateful for. The Miracle Box was hidden in Ladybug’s yoyo, which was convenient for the girl so people wouldn’t steal it.

She let out a small groan in frustration until a hand gripped her shoulder. Panicking slightly, Marinette reared back her fist and clocked her attacker in the nose.

He yelped and staggered back as the lady with him looked slightly shocked. The lady faced Marinette, who was still on the defensive, but relaxed slightly when in the scuffle, the man’s badge fell out of his pocket, showing the golden unmistakable symbol of the NYPD.

‘Oh my gods, I am so sorry!’ Marinette helped the man up blushing slightly and panicking because she’d just punched a police officer in the face.

Marinette was very grateful she spoke fluent English.

He just groaned and with the help of Marinette and the lady, he stood up, clutching his bruised nose.

She introduced herself as Nette, because even if he was the police, she didn’t really want to give her name out to someone she punched in the face. You know, so she could run away, maybe Jagged would let her stay at his old apartment in Gotham--

She snapped out of her stupor as the lady tapped her on the shoulder cautiously and introduced herself as Amy Santiago and the man Jake Peralta.

‘What are you doing here, all by yourself? You can’t be more than 16.’

Frowning, Nette evaded the topic slightly and said she was here on a class trip, but she missed her flight back. The police officer looked disapproving until she noticed the binder peeking out of Marinette’s bag.

Her expression gave way to a happy delight as she plucked the binder out of her bag, gushing about how neat it was, how she used the correct fonts to emphasise everything, and she squealed when she saw the itinerary inside of it.

‘I am so sorry for her, she’s a bit of a nerd and she loves binders.’ Jake waved his hand side to side, making a tsk sound. Marinette could tell they were either dating or married, from the way he looked at her.

‘Why don’t you come with us to the police station? It’s about a 5 minute drive away, and we’re heading back anyway. We just had to drop my sister off.’ He explained, and Amy winced at the mentioned of Jake’s sister.

Huh, wonder why.

Marinette, still slightly wary but followed the couple to their car. He was a legitimate officer, and besides it wasn’t like she had anything to lose.

She clambered into the backseat and Tikki nudged her from the purse, a small show of support and a way of saying “i’m here for you”. She pressed her hand against the purse in response, listening to the somehow comforting banter between Jake and Amy.

When they arrived at the precinct, Marinette fidgeted in the lift, slightly nervous. Paris’ police department wasn’t the most friendly, and she was not welcomed there, since apparently Sabrina had complained to her father about Marinette.

When the lift doors opened with a small ding, Marinette clutched the string of her purse tightly, led around by Amy’s comforting hand o her shoulder. As she sat down in the seat Amy asked her to, facing Amy and away from the pigsty that was Jake’s desk holy shit were those rats?

Marinette placed her bag on the ground, making sure to keep it away from Jake’s crumbs.

She looked around her, taking in her surroundings before facing Amy who had a clipboard in hand, ready to write down her statement or Mlle. Bustier’s number she didn’t know.

She looked past Amy and her eyes widened when she noticed a familiar someone in the office behind Amy. She gasped, and somehow he winced totally not hearing it from a bug in Peralta’s desk and looked up.

His eyes widened and he strode out of the office, the door opening with a small bang which made Marinette raise her eyebrow.

Amy looked confused and turned around but shot to her feet when the captain stood behind her. He was not paying attention to his detective at all, staring at Marinette like he was seeing a ghost.

‘Uh, Captain? You look like your favorite detective just died, which he didn’t I’m right here, what’s up with the look?’

He ignored Peralta and started speaking in french, which Mari reciprocated.

‘Marinette? Is that you?’

‘Yep. Your detectives picked me up at the airport when I missed my plane back to Paris.’

‘I’m going to call Kevin.’

He switched back to English, looking to Jake and a rather dumpy looking man. ‘Boyle, do you remember when I told you I shared a croque monsieur with Kevin in France? And I made one for Kevin?’

The dumpy man, Boyle, nodded.

‘Guess who gave me the recipe?’ Raymond Holt smirked, pressing send on his phone. Marinette could make out a ‘Dear Kevin, Marinette is at the precinct. Sincerely, Raymond Holt.’

Dumpy man looked slightly awestruck.

She looked at him and deadpanned. ‘Still type like an old man?’

He smirked back, much to the dumpy man, Jake and Amy’s shock. ‘Still after model boy, Marinette Agreste?’

Marinette winced. ‘Consider me divorced.’

Holt looked slightly concerned. When he had gone to Paris with Kevin maybe a year or so back, the bluenette had blushed over the blonde model Adrien Agreste, her wishing that she’d have a relationship with the boy as successful as Raymond and Kevin’s.

The elevator dinged once more before he could question the girl that was so much like a daughter to him. Marinette noticed that two more people, a woman in all black that had a dagger in her boot and a katana strapped to her leg in a discreet way --badass, she noted-- and a buff man in suspenders that made Marinette want to gouge her eyes out.

Before she could rip into him, she was attacked by a blur of plaid and ginger. It was Kevin! The girl hugged the man fiercely and him likewise.

She socked him in the stomach as soon as he let go.

‘That’s for not telling me you were leaving Paris.’ She glared at the man as he doubled over.

Badass lady smirked and whispered to Buff Suspenders. ‘I like her.’ Not that Mari couldn’t hear of course.

‘Thank you, Badass Lady.’ The lady in question looked mildly flattered. ‘My name’s Rosa, pinky.’

‘My name’s Nette!’ She chirped, the badass aura lessening slightly. ‘I like your dagger! Can you teach me how to throw one?’

Amy looked rather puzzled. There was no visible weapon on Rosa. ‘What--’

Rosa was staring at the bluenette with shock and newfound respect. Rosa reached into her boot and drew out her dagger, and it glinted in the light.

‘How’d you know it was there?’ The dagger was small enough so that while it fit snugly in her palm, the blade was still long and sharp enough to cause bodily damage. It was small enough so that it couldn’t be seen petruding out from her boot.

Marinette just smiled and shrugged, wiggling her fingers.

‘Magic.’

Marinette eyed Rosa’s pant leg that held her katana.

Rosa looked very impressed by the petite girl.

Suddenly, a groan came from behind them, and whipping around, Marinette could see two men, foodies probably, gorging themselves on Tikki’s cookies.

‘Woah woah woah, my cookies are off limits!’ One of them, the shorter one, scoffed.

‘Like you can finish this much food anyway.’ Marinette raised an eyebrow and the other man glared at the bluenette, and the two men waddled over to a room.

Marinette followed and when she entered, she could see different types of chips, cookies, cakes laid out on the table. Jake let out a low whistle.

The two men were already seated there, napkins tied around their necks as a sure sign that they were going to eat.

Mari plopped herself on the chair opposite them and the taller man, looked at Marinette disbelievingly. No way that tiny girl could eat more than him and Hitchcock.

She took it as a silent challenge and waited a few seconds before starting to eat. The squad looked shocked at the fact that not only was the girl not vomiting from eating so fast, she was keeping up with Hitchcock and Scully.

The two had evidently noticed this as well, and shovelled more food in their mouth, causing cream and icing to drip everywhere. Their napkins, clothes and the chair.

But Marinette was still eating calmly, although her jaw was working at a furious pace. However, not one thing spilled anywhere which made Dumpy Man and Buff Suspenders look thankful, muttering something about a Marge.

But by the end of the race, contest, whatever, it was evident that it was a tie. While Hitchcock and Scully had eaten more food, Marinette had not made any messes at all. Plus, Marinette was only one person, while Hitchcock and Scully were two.

Needless to say, by the end of the day everyone had grown fond of the girl who could kick everyone’s asses and still look like a ball of sunshine.

She had ripped into Buff’s stupid suspenders, and he had been insulted until Marinette used the old sewing machine in Holt’s office that he had marched into the break room because he knew firsthand how amazing Marinette was at designing (Kevin had also been on the receiving end of her fashion administrations and it was not pleasant, although the end product was)

She fixed Terry’s suspenders, making the colors match for kwamis’ sake, and he had been very proud and paraded around the whole of the precinct.

Gina, who had just come back from the bathroom where she was totally not watching monkeys walk into an invisible wall had noticed Terry’s new suspenders and walked to the break room, and looking at the bluenette sew, fixing Charles’ tie because “yellow does not go with light orange what the hell were you thinking, dumpy”.

Gina asked Marinette if she wanted to be a fashion designer, because she definitely had the talent, and Mari smiled, saying that she was already one, but she went under an anonymous alias.

‘Ooh, we do love a good mystery. What’s your alias? Maybe I’ll commission a piece from you, I’ve been telling Charles to burn that horrible yellow tie for ages.’

‘My brand’s called MDC.’

She said this with the most innocent face she could as everyone around her freaked out that this barely 16 year old girl was one of the most up and rising designers, beating Gabriel Agreste in sales.

Even Jake knew who MDC was, but that was mostly because MDC was Jagged Stone’s personal designer. (He did freak out when Gina told him that MDC designed Jagged’s album covers from Rock Giant onwards)

Gina spent half an hour coaching Marinette on how to strut down the runway “like Catwoman slinking off into the night like the sexy queen she is”. Turns out, Marinette was a natural. (‘You need to work on that blushing though.’)

Eventually night fell and Marinette didn’t have anywhere to stay. Everyone offered their homes, even Rosa.

She eventually decided to go with Terry because why not, and she also wanted to fix the rest of his suspenders and maybe make him a suit that wouldn’t tear when he moved.

Turns out, Sharon took to Mari immediately, Cagney and Lace even more so. Marinette had loads of experience babysitting, she babysitted terrors on a weekly basis, ahem Manon, Ella, Etta, Chris, and so Cagney and Lacey were bascially nothing.

She loved the two and they loved her too, saying that “Mimi” was definitely the best babysitter they’d had, and Sharon and Terry agreed after seeing how easily the three got along. Marinette knew what made them tick, what made them tired and what made them happy, and nothing got past her.

When Lacey tried to steal cookies, Marinette was there, booping the girl on the nose and handing her one and telling her that she would’ve given them one if they had asked, but since they didn’t, only one cookie for the night.

That had the two of them sharp at attention and they went to sleep without a fuss for once, Sharon and Terry cried at the peaceful silence they hadn’t had in almost a decade.

Rosa taught Marinette to throw knives, which was kind of the same as a yoyo, just with more force necessary and a different angle of throwing. Marinette, using her cool guardian voodoo, summoned an undetectable dagger, that couldn’t be detected by metal detectors.

‘Why do you have this?’

‘...Why not?’

‘...Fair enough.’

Dumpy Man, also known as Charles, had taken to Marinette almost immediately, firstly because of the brilliant croque monsieur, and secondly because of the amazing paella recipe she shared with him.

Nikolaj had declared Marinette his ‘big sister Arin’ after trying one mouth of the paella and saw the girl talk back to his dad. Genevieve loved Marinette, who had made her a new scarf as soon as she noticed the drabby scarf that she was wearing.

Amy loved that Mari could keep up with her puzzles and riddles. The bluenette was amazingly clever and even gave Amy ideas on making a new binder. Jake loved that the girl was the MDC and even more so when he saw how well Amy and Mari got along.

Jake, Amy, Kevin and Holt got into a fight on who should have custody of Mari while she was here. (She ended up alternating the days she stayed with everyone in the squad.)

Marinette had ended up bonding with Hitchcock and Scully the most, forcing the two to clean their desks, goddamnit, and Hitchcock happened to be a big fan of Clara Nightingale, who was one of Mari’s closest friends and clients.

The fact that Scully spoke French, Hitchcock loved French pastries and Marinette living in a bakery helped matter loads too.

Eventually, the fact that Marinette was Ladybug became the squad’s most closely guarded secret. She’d gotten caught because Holt was a nosy parent and decided to pry into Marinette’s purse and conveniently found a cookie nibbling Tikki and a haughty looking Kaalki.

Jake had fangirled big time when Ladybug, looking rather grumpy, swung in and smacked the baddie on the head with her yoyo, hard enough that he’d go unconscious. Turns out, Ladybug was a very popular figure in New York.

After about a week in New York, Mari finally had to leave for Paris again. She was dreading it because of what lies Lila probably spun into making everything Mari’s fault, which made the girl dissolve into a small panic attack, and Rosa, Terry, Kevin, Amy, Jake and Gina wanted to commit cold blooded murder to the people that made this girl as sad as she was when she deserved the whole world.

Holt was very tempted to let them.

The squad and Kevin took a week of leave and followed Mari back to Paris, escorting her all the way to her classroom. Mr. Damocles had tried to stop them but a glare from Rosa and the sight of Terry’s muscles made him squeak and back away.

They could all hear the false tales pouring out of Lila’s mouth as soon as they reached the outside of the classroom.

‘Mlle. Bustier, surely Marinette will be punished for skiving off school and playing truant?’

They could hear Mlle. Bustier’s voice dripping with disappointment. ‘Rest assured, Lila, she will be punished accordingly.’

This made Amy extremely mad, hearing them talk so crudely about the girl she cared for very much, and she slammed the door open. The class jumped at the sound of the door hitting the wall, and Mlle. Bustier winced when Holt’s deadly glare looked her straight in the face.

It was then that the class noticed Marinette, who was feeling afraid and hiding behind Charles and Jake.

Max shot up to his feet when his eyes landed on Kevin. That was the Kevin Cozner, one of the most famous and respected teachers known to all of humanity.

Said Kevin had both hands on Marinette’s shoulders, pinning Max with a stare that made the boy’s feet turn stiff and he sat back down.

Murmurs and yells broke out in the classroom and Mlle. Bustier internally sighed at the trouble Marinette was causing. Really, if the girl didn’t skip school and cause a dramatic entrance, she would have been going through the lesson and maybe even getting a promotion, considering Kevin Cozner was here.

She mentally groaned and composed herself, wrenching Marinette out of Kevin’s grip and dragging her to the front of the classroom, where she proceeded to berate the girl loudly for skipping school for a week and causing an unnecessary scene in school.

Instead of looking frustrated or upset and cowing like the teacher though Marinette would be, Marinette only smiled coolly at the teacher. Amy strode forwards, plopping a stack of papers in the hands of the teacher before turning to Marinette and checking her arm, which now had purple bruises standing out in contrast to her pale skin.

Charles looked furious, and when Mlle. Bustier spluttered upon looking at the papers, which in bold, had the words ‘Sued’ on them, he took great pleasure in saying loudly, “You just got served, Caline Bustier.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but then seemed to remember her students’ presences, and those students were currently looking at the exchange between the foreigners and their teacher with rapt attention.

Mlle. Bustier smiled nervously and raised her hands as if to placate the squad and change their minds about suing her.

‘Let’s talk in the corridor. More privacy.’ She explained, striding to the door. She stopped adruptly a dagger was pressed to the teacher’s throat.

She gulped and went slightly crosseyed looking down at the dagger before saying that the children shouldn’t see this and repeating that they should go out in the corridor to talk.

Suddenly, a voice spoke up from the room. It was Sabrina, looking confident and proud and very unlike the meek and timid student who constantly answered to Chloe’s every whim.

‘You didn’t give Marinette that liberty.’

Chloe didn’t look surprised when Sabrina stood up, looking up at the girl proudly. She then stood up and put in a word.

‘You just dragged Marinette to the front of the classroom and tried to scold her when you were the one who listened to Lie-la and didn’t bother to do a headcount before leaving the hotel, hell, before boarding the plane.’

‘You left her in New York City,’ chimed Sabrina, leering at the teacher, who shrunk back into herself.

‘Who do you think paid for her ticket back?’ Chloe smirked.

‘Goodbye, Caline Bustier.’ They spoke in unison.

Mlle. Bustier paled. Gina looked like she wanted to run away with Chloe and Sabrina, and Marinette looked to the two gratefully, the former giving the girl a nod while the other smiled broadly.

Amy spoke again, grinning manically at the redheaded teacher, reciting everything that she’d done wrong in her years as a teacher, whether it be when she was teaching old students from almost a decade ago, or now, when she was teaching Marinette’s class.

“Yes, Rosa, I learnt French specifically for this. I took a seminar, called The French Way to Reprimand A Crap-sack.”

Mlle. Bustier dug herself an even deeper hole as she frantically tried to pile the blame on Marinette, who was pressing the bruises on her arm with morbid fascination.

Gina leaned towards Caline, her breath hot against the teacher’s ear as she drawled in a rather threatening voice. “I know every little secret you have. It’d be best if you’d just mosey on out.”

Bustier shook her head even more, doubting Gina, who took great pleasure in calling out Mlle. Bustier’s shortcomings and dirty little secrets that she’d tried so desperately to bury.

“Caline Bustier. You had a student named Bridgette Jaeng a few years back. She died. Her death was written off as a accident, when that really wasn’t the case, was it.”

Her voice, although rather soft, echoed loudly in the room, ringing in the ears of Marinette’s classmates who turned to look at their teacher with horrified expressions on their faces.

“No! She--” Gina continued as if Mlle. Bustier hadn’t said anything at all.

“She fell down the stairs.” Gina made air quotes when she said fell. “She was pushed down the stairs by her bullies. She broke her neck on impact, and Bustier?” She laughed wryly.

“She saw the whole thing, but didn’t do anything to stop her students. She even went so far as to turn the security cameras off.”

Caline was growing increasingly pale but didn’t say anything for fear of making it worse.

“You bribed the principal of this school to hire you.” Gina’s voice, quiet and deadly cut through the tension in the room, and as if a dam broke, all hell broke loose and chaos was ensued.

Gina spoke up again, effectively making the class quiet down.

“You told Marinette to be the ‘best Marinette she could be’. You told her to not do anything when Lila and he posse bullied her. You turned off the cameras again when Lila walked down the stairs and sat there, bawling and lying about how Marinette pushed her down the stairs.” Gina’s voice came out in a hiss.

“You didn’t tell them how Marinette was expelled, huh. It was because Lila framed her for stealing a necklace that was found in her locker. But none of the students here are allowed to use locks for some stupid reason.’

The evidence was overwhelming. The contrast of the yelling from minutes ago was now replaced with a deadly silence as they mulled over Gina’s words.

Officer Raincomprix had shown up and arrested Caline a few minutes later, courtesy of Sabrina.

As Caline Bustier was dragged out of the room, she yelled on last time. “What gives you the right to arrest me? I was only looking out for my students!”

Holt smirked smugly, and everyone in the squad, bar Gina and Kevin, held up their badges, with the very unmistakable logo of the NYPD.

Caline was forcefully dragged away, shocked. And as she sat in the solitary confinement of her prison cell almost a month later, thinking about what she’d done, there was a knock on the door. The one person Caline thought she’d never see again stood in the doorway, the bars being the only separator between the ex teacher and her ex student.

Caline didn’t trust herself to speak, only staring at the girl.

Marinette stood there, patiently waiting for her to speak.

When she did, the only thing that came out of her mouth was, “I’m sorry.”

Marinette smiled. Not a pitying one, not a smug one, no. It was a sad smile.

“Apologies don’t change anything.” Marinette told her old teacher. “I can’t speak for Bridgette, but for what it’s worth, I forgive you.”

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