#And flirting

[duawahausa]

[wip]

those flowers are gifts from Fred (/delusional)

[naffeclipse]

29 perhaps? I think it would be fun

“Let’s play a game.”

Detective!Sun & Detective!Moon x Vigilante!Reader (SFW)

“Ante up or fold,” says a low voice, smooth and dark, drawing out a special look in your eyes as you turn to face him. You toss in your chip, holding your cards carefully as you offer a sly smile to Detective Moon, but tonight, he’s dressed the part. In a pure black three-piece suit, a small bowtie included, he looks every bit as dark and scary as the other gamblers here. His fedora is now sleek and lacking any stars. He’s as dark as the night sky. If you didn’t know better, you’d say the shadow half of his face plate is hungry for a few wins tonight.

Warnings: Guns, slightly suggestive.

A/N: While musing over this drabble quickly turned ficlet, I listened to "A Night Like This" by Caro Emerald, which I highly recommend for some mood-setting music for this prompt!

[angeldustanalog]

most of the staticmoth incorrect quotes would have a fundamentally identical effect if you replaced 'val' with 'angel' and 'vox' with 'val' just in case anyone was wondering

[doortotomorrow]

memori · s. three, ep. two · wanheda part two

[nihilismtraitarchived]

catching up with old friends 

meet eloise and the foy twins, charlie and clara. the gang did some exploring, foraging, and snacking. they were all close as kids until the twins moved. but they just returned to town to take care of their family farm! clem used to be especially close with charlie and had (or still has?👀) a crush on him

[masked-alien-lesbian]

Please don't make Unbridled mc immediately attracted to Ryder...I'm begging you pb. 🙏🏽

[coffeebanana]

Chapter Summary:

Marinette is not a morning person. Also, wine and assembling IKEA furniture do not mix. Thankfully she has a wonderful roommate to assist with both these issues! And if he renders her hopelessly flustered in the process, well...she'll probably survive.

First scene under the cut!

Marinette was not ready to be awake. Apparently her internal clock had yet to register that the semester was over, because she’d woken up several times throughout the night, panicked about deadlines that no longer existed. All she wanted now was to doze off again. To sleep until her body and the ridiculously comfortable mattress melded together as one.

Unfortunately, the room had the audacity to have an east-facing window, and she’d been too lazy yesterday to put up the blackout curtains she’d purchased. Plus, she could hear Adrien moving around in the kitchen, and knowing he was so close did funny things to her insides. She yawned and allowed herself one last stretch before reluctantly pushing herself up.

For a minute or so after, she just sat on the edge of her bed, hoping she’d spontaneously develop the ability to teleport into the kitchen. (Damn Monarch. Couldn’t he at least have left her the Horse Miraculous?)

Eventually, she resigned herself to the fact that she’d actually have touseher legs. She stood slowly, pulling the fuzzy blanket she’d taken to bed over her head like a hood. She hadn’t taken so much as a step when Tikki flew up to her.

“Don’t forget your bracelet, Marinette.” Oops.

“Thanks, Tikki,” she mumbled. Or she tried to—judging by Tikki’s giggle she wasn’t sure her words had been coherent.

The wave of relief that washed over her as she slipped on the bracelet roused her a little—forgetting that would have been a disaster. She’d taken it off midway through the night, unused to sleeping in jewellery aside from her earrings. Clearly she’d have to adjust though—she couldn’t risk forgetting it in her room.

In retrospect, the amount of times she’d left her house still wearing pyjamas really should have tipped her off to the dangers of leaving her sleep-deprived brain in charge of such decisions.

With another yawn, Marinette stumbled out of her room and into the kitchen. Adrien immediately turned around from his spot browsing the fridge to give her a bright smile—he must have heard her grumbling her way down the hall.

“Good morning,” he said cheerfully. Too cheerfully—Marinette really ought to have considered the repercussions of moving in with a morning person.

She answered him wordlessly, with the most petulant face she could muster, before taking her usual seat at the kitchen island and slumping down on the counter.

Adrien laughed, which…okay. That was a nice, warm, magical sound. The kind that probably cured sick kids instantly and made birds sing. Maybe she could put up with Morning Adrien™️ for the sake of that laugh.

Maybe.

“Want some coffee, Sleepy Bug?”

“Mmm.”

Another laugh, one that was over too soon. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

She heard him get a few things out of the fridge and set them on the counter, then his footsteps took him to the corner of the kitchen. Where the espresso machine lives, Marinette thought dreamily. Before she knew it a cup was set down beside her, its pleasant aroma finally urging her to push herself up and meet Adrien’s smiling eyes.

“One espresso for my favourite hero.” His smile was far warmer than the cup he slid into her hands. “Figured I should caffeinate you the quickest way possible, but I can also make you a cappuccino if you want.”

“You’re perfect,” she sighed. “Marry me.”

For a second—about the moment it took her to realize she’d made a terrible mistake—Adrien just stared at her. Then a wild grin stretched across his face.

“As lovely as that sounds,” he said, “I don’t think you’re in any state to be making those sorts of decisions.”

Marinette squeaked in response and buried her face in her arms again. As lovely as that sounds?!

At this rate, she wouldn’t survive long enough to enjoy that cappuccino.

[dropthedemiurge]

The Eclipse Ep 12 Part 3/4: The Yokification of Akk 😆

[amethystina]

You know what? You’re getting another fluffy filler chapter

Or, more correctly, I’m getting another fluffy filler chapter because that’s apparently the only thing I want to write right now. I’ve been on the verge of a nervous breakdown these past couple of days since I’m looking at what I have of chapter 23 so far and it’s just more pointless fluff and I’m like “no, I should move on, this doesn’t really drive the plot at all” and then I feel bad because it feels like I’m stalling and not writing what I “should” be writing.

But I also can’t bring myself to cut the scenes I’ve written so far because they’re cute and kinda funny and Ga On is being a little shit and I love that for him. And Yo Han is being a flirty bastard and I think we ALL love that for him.

So to hell with it. I know I promised plot soon but that apparently won’t happen in this chapter. Maybe not even in the next one since I now have to push some of the things I initially intended for this chapter to that one. And I think I just have to accept that. I haven’t been able to write in several days because I’ve been fretting over this and high-key panicking because oh god, this isn’t really necessary why am I writing this?

But I think the answer is “because I want to see Ga On be a little shit and take Yo Han by surprise for once.” Admittedly, Yo Han kind of turns it around (as he always does) but an attempt was made and it was a rather good attempt too, I must say.

So yeah. This is me officially declaring that I have the right to write another (relatively) pointless fluffy chapter because I want to. Maybe now I can continue writing without almost having a goddamn panic attack.

Let’s pretend its for the character development, or something.

[wokebutsleepy]

If compliments get us to the kisses, may I compliment you more in private? 👉🏼👈🏼

If you feel so bold 😏

[nouverx]

"I want to eat you" is their love language and you can't change my mind

[wolfythewitch]

that one au where patroclus is the champion of elysium

[fizzierolli]

fizz is SUCH a flirt omg

[serpentofdusk]

i don't know how to flirt so i just stare at you like a cat dragged out of a dumpster and hope you can see the longing in my panicked gaze

[theartsyhognose]

Me waiting outside Elliot’s cabin every day so I can throw a lobster at him the second he steps outside