#chloe is stubborn don't mind her

[vixlenxe]

☆ Getting them something they need before they ask for it.  (Bowen to Chloe, it can be anything she needs)

Acts of Affection

☆ Getting them something they need before they ask for it.

“I... I don’t need this.” It’s a lie. Chloe had gone much too long without having any blood, & while she was able to feel the effects of the lack of such liquid, she knew she could go longer without a blood bead. She didn’t want to take blood from Bowen, & she also didn’t want to dig into the groups supply of blood beads. Someone else might need it more.

“Thank you, really, but I’m fine without a bead.”

[imachaoticghost]

Athena "Karma" Hansies (COD x Marvel OC)

For anyone wondering, this is the oc that Karma was based on. This (other than the name) is all canon for Black Widow! reader/ Karma. This is not proof read.

Note that this is also my visualisation for the many drawings I'll do of her.

Warnings : mentions of abuse, scars, blood, death, child death, child exploitation, SA, child experimentation, suicide, SH,

Identity

Name: Hanah "Karma" Leiner, (previously Athena Hansies)

Age: 19 (MW I) 24(MW II)

Height: 170 cm

Aliases: Theseus, Athena, Karma, Child (by Ghost, Soap and Price), sweetheart (by Graves), (by Valeria)

Gender: Non specific/ fluid (AFAB)

Pronouns: She/They/Him

Date of birth : january 1st (given by the Red Room)

Nationality: Russian

Ethnicity: Unknown

Place of Birth: Moscow, Russia

Languages: Russian, English, French, Spanish, Arabic, Italian, Portuguese, German, Dutch,

Sexuality: queer

Occupation: Reaper (previously), Task Force 141

Description

Eye Color: Ice blue

Hair Color: Light brown, blood red

Haircut: Short wolf cut

Hair Type: loose waves

Eye shape: Almond

Eyebrows: Soft arch

Special Features: Scars along the left eyebrow corner and right lip corner, general little cuts along her limbs.

Piercings: Tongue piercing, Two ear rings and one ear chain (left ear), one ear ring and three metal beads (right ear)

Character moodboard:

Likes

Color(s): Black, red, green

Flower: Red rose

Animal: Snake

Aesthetic: grunge

Song: She used to be mine by Chloe Adams

Dislikes

Food: Anything slimy

People: Graves, The Red Room, governments

Personality

Humourous, sarcastic, mocking, sassy, : basically a gen z, don't mind her, she's trying to cope

empathetic/people reader : she'll know how you feel, whether you like it or not. She's been trained for it.

loyal, loving, overprotective : basically a lost puppy, she takes loyalty to the people she loves very seriously.

strategic, logical : she's a widow, she can't not be it. Also, her mind is just running every possible situation in her head to choose the best one, it's her training.

street smart : she had to fend for herself during a year and a half, how can she not?

cold : the poor girl is trying to protect herself, just give her time.

impulsive, reckless : she's had rules for too long, she feels the need to not care and break them. She most likely won't think of the consequences that it'll involve for her unless it hurts someone else

blood lusted, people pleaser : She's traumatized. Yes, that'll be my only explanation.

stubborn and argumentative : no, she is not wrong.

touch starved, emotionally deprived : again, she's traumatized.

Has a big problem with authority : Trauma? Also, she's just ✨chaos✨ 

can't take herself or anything to do with her seriously : she's coping, I swear

mimicking mechanism : she's been taught to fit in, so she copies what the people do

Amazing intuition : This girl ha a sixth sense I tell you. She'll know when something's off.

Yes, she has PTSD. (I'll do my best, I promise)

Skills

Fighting, shooting, sneaking, killing, flexibility and fitting everywhere because she's an Elite spy ( an : the more I'm writing this the less serious I get)

Weapons: Anything, but she does prefer precision rifles and blades

Trivia

Price gave her her callsign when he picked her up, realizing that she was driven by spite and chaos and that her morality was to give back what she receives. He promised to help her burn the Room to the ground.

She has slowly learnt to switch on and off from her reaper side thanks to Price and Gaz.

She swears, like a lot. If she's swearing in russian run for your life.

She has a snake tattoo all along her left arm.

She scratches her arms when anxious to keep herself aware.

She's buried deep in the abuse she has gotten from the Room and the people she's been loaned to. She often gets nightmares and anxiety attacks from her past trauma. But thanks to that she developed a dissociation technique.

She's worked in many dark places when she was too young.

She was loaned as a sex slave for a few months in an illegal club when she was young.

She was loaned to Valeria's organisation where V took care of her after a while there.

She lost her young sister to the program. She had to kill her herself because she didn't know how to follow orders.

She was the test subject for many modifications the Room brought to its widows

She was taught ballet and still dances to try and cope, bringing more artistic liberty to the traditional ballet she was taught.

She still fights to survive. Both against the room and herself, but Ghost now helps her once he first found her attempting to end herself.

Price is her dad, whether she wants it or not :)

[ride-thedragon]

At this point I think as a fandom, we've lost some of the crackship charm we once had. I can look up Ashara Dayne and Ser Davos and find results, But Nettles and Helaena have nothing. It's time to rectify that for my favourite girl and try to inspire some fanfics. Feel free to add more.

1. Daeron and Nettles

Think Enemies to Lovers, Captive of War drama like Jaime and Brienne or just some good old Gwen and Arthur-inspired love. Ivy by Taylor Swift coded, a She's all that inspired affair. I genuinely think that he's just trying to be there for her with this one. It happens and neither of them realise until You're in Love starts playing.

2. Baela and Nettles.

They would give the pot calling the kettle black in every argument. The Princess Bride-esque dynamic between them. Very Graham and Megan from but I'm a Cheerleader. Sapphic Pinning and Resentment should be its own genre. Sir Chloe's Michelle is my vision. We can even make a throuple with them and Jace or Alyn. Truly, I think they but heads until they kiss, building on resentment. I also think they would be the coolest couple.

3. Addam and Nettles

Kaz and Inej core.

But in all seriousness, I think Addam being loyal and Duty bound and Nettles challenging that idea is delicious. Solider of Duty x Solider for the People. A modern-day Persuasion story but gender-flipped if we put our minds to it. See you Again Kali Uchis and Tyler the Creator, that's all.

4. Nettles and Helaena

They just deserve better. That's all. Give me cottagecore sapphic romance with my best girls involves. Like the young lesbians from Barbie and the Diamond Castle. Lesbians raising kids together. Sheepstealer and Dreamfyre hatching eggs for the nieces and nephews. I just-

It would be so cool, I will by Mitski sentiment is already attached.

5. Alyn and Nettles

Now that we are here obviously she apologized for Sheepstealer, she doesn't need to but she did, He tries not to like her but can't help it. She wins him over and they hatch him an egg or something idk. Think The Princess Diaries: Royal Engagement, Mia and Nicholas, Flipped the movie if you will. Jealously plots would slay. For the song choice think Shameless Camila Cabello. Please remember that Alyn is younger than Netty by 3/4 years though.

6. Rhaena and Nettles

See now this is classic Friends to Lovers, Emma and Harriet if gay, perhaps, Bend it Like Beckham core definitely. Sofia by Clario inspired. Nettles doesn't leave Rhaena out because she's without a dragon and the same happens inverse. Sapphic confusion however, like Rhaena doesn't understand at first why she feels that way.

7. Nettles and Jace.

Now for the Mr Knightley and Emma Woodhouse of our time, the Kate and Anthony of Westeros. The potential for her just not listening to him when he tries to tell her how to ride a dragon. Or when she talks to him about the people he'll rule over eventually, Ygritte and Jon style. She's also the only bastard who doesn't look Targaryen, he can relate to that a bit. I think she's Fierce and he's Stubborn. Ungodly Hour by Chloe x Halle for them.

8. Nettles and Alys.

The Fire Witches of Westeros. I think they will be perfect as a ship. American Horror Story-esque characters. The two Witches in the story are obviously my favourites. It would be Jennifer's Body meets, the craft meets, and Suspiria. Willow by Taylor Swift becomes them.

This one was also a bonus more or less.

Anyways I just need to start to get a baseline story for my girl by the time the show gives her to us. So we have a general sense of direction, I'm tired of the mischaracterization of my baby. She's smart, resourceful, Cunning, Fearless, and not entirely loyal. She also curses, enough for it to be a character trait. Please remember this for her, I'm tired. I also know that Daemon loved her but she's too much fun as a character to limit her to him romantically in all her fanfictions, it is an interesting narrative to explore while we don't have exact answers but he gets romantic ships with anyone. She deserves more.

[sebastianstansqueen]

Where Do We Go from Here 13

A/N:Okay here is the end of our wonder full advnture, I am Hyped up on day quill cough drops and other stuff any ways here you go!, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,430

Warnings:  Fluff, I think that is all actually

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Nine months ago after the trial Bucky wanted to have the actual wedding almost right after it, but you’d stopped him by telling him that was going to happen and that you were going to need time and you wanted to be hands on while planning the wedding.  Now here you were nine months later, winter hit New York, and today was the day you’d have the wedding with Bucky, to everyone other than Steve and the rest of Bucky’s men, you and Bucky were getting married today, not even his parents knew so there was still a great deal of excitement surrounding the event. 

You’d woken up early, Bucky wasn’t next to you but you assumed he was working or on an early morning run. You got ready to head to the venue to help set up and make sure everything was where it needed to be, your phone pinged, a text from Winnifred popped up, she’s been trying to convince you to not go and help prepare but you were stubborn, and not eve your soon to be mother in law was going to stop you from going to help, she claimed that you shouldn't be stressed but you didn’t mind. 

You walked into the large closet that was filled with both yours and Bucky’s clothes, you put on a pair of black leggings and an oversized crewneck, with sneakers, you headed down stairs to the kitchen to make some toast and then be on your way, but when you came down you found Bucky working on a Pancake, eggs, and Bacon breakfast. He must have heard you then he looked over his shoulder. “Good morning sweetheart.” He smiled. 

“Morning, what's up with all of this?” You asked, looking around at the food that was already done.

“A wedding day breakfast.” He shrugged. 

“Uh hu, Your mom didn’t have anything to do with this did she?” You questioned. 

Bucky looked at you. “A hundred percent not, she only told me that you wanted to go and set up for the wedding, to which I said I got it, and then I worked on an amazing breakfast to have with my wife.” 

“Bucky, thank you, I did want to set up tho.” You sighed. 

Bucky shrugged. “It's fine, you don't need to worry about setting up, also you look gorgeous, and you could wear that instead of the dress.” 

You laughed. “It looks like you learned flattery will get you everywhere, and no I bought that dress, it was expensive.” 

Bucky nodded. “I know, but It was a great way to call you gorgeous.” 

You rolled your eyes. “I hope you know after we eat I'm going to help.”

“Aw but I had a surprise.” He pouted. 

“As much as I love you and your surprises, you can give me it later.” You smirked. “Also if you think having sex is going to make me not want to help you are rong my dear.” Bucky rolled his eyes. “Besides, this next coming month is going to be just that, basically.” 

Bucky had tossed and turned all night long, becoming impatient not being able to wait to be married to Y/n, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully next to him. Once 6:00 rolled around Bucky was out of bed, he got out of bed and walked into the closet then he got dressed in a pair of sweats, tennis shoes and a hoodie. He went for a run, and when his ringtone came though the earbuds he had in he answered it. “Hello?” 

“James, good morning.” His mom said on the other end. 

His brows furrowed and he checked the time seeing that it was 6:39. “What are you doin’ up ma’?” 

“I woke up early. I'm excited for you, anyways, try and distract her, from coming to the venue early, it’ll stress her out and then that will bleed into the wedding, and then-” She was cut off by her son. 

“Mom I got it, no stress for Y/n.” He replied. “Alright, I love you, I’ll see you later.” 

“Bye, Love you too.” She replied and then the call ended. 

Bucky headed back home, before heading back home, when he got back he took off his shoes, and his hoodie, then he went to the kitchen to make breakfast for both of them. Bucky heard Y/n come down. 

He turned to look at her and softly said.“Good morning sweetheart.” Soon after Y/n guessed that his mom spoke with him, and he shrugged it off. After he was done with making the last part of the food, then they sat down to eat. After finishing Y/n left, to the venue, however Bucky did send a text to his mom warning her about Y/n heading her way. 

You got to the venue around 8:26, and started to work and  Winnifred was giving you the mundane tasks, and when you’d go off to do something different and a bit more she’d step in to stop you. Eventually Bucky, and his groomsmen, and your bridesmaids showed up around 2:00, two hours before the ceremony, you went up to where you were going to get ready. Upstairs, it was now chaotic with everyone running around and getting dressed doing their makeup and hair. 

Bucky was getting ready, when Steve walked into the room with a panicked expression, Bucky looked at his friend with furrowed brows. “I can't find my pants anywhere.” Steve said to his friend. 

Bucky blinked a few times in disbelief at what his friend told him. “Steve you better be fucking around right now.” 

Steve shook his head. “I’m not, I've looked everywhere.” 

“Do you have any ones similar at your house?” Bucky asked, Steve shook his head. “Oh, my god, okay uh go grab one of Y/n’s bridesmaids, make sure Y/n doesn't find out.”

Steve walked over and knocked on the door where Natasha answered. “Hmm?” She hummed, before shutting the door behind her. 

“I can’t find my pants.” He told her. 

Her jaw clenched. “Look, we in our little universe of a dressing room are trying to figure out our own issue. We are having you, Bucky and all that in your universe of a dressing room.” She walked in and shut the door in his face. 

Steve rushed back to the men's dressing room. “Natasha won't help, apparently they have their own issues in there.”

“Oh my god, alright, is the store open?” Bucky asked. 

Steve looked it up on his phone. “It’s opened.” 

“Go get some new pants.” Bucky ushered him out. 

Moreover, you were panicking because the dress didn’t fit like it had before, and now everyone was running around to find a solution, it was stuck around your stomach, you thought war was breaking out. “Okay let's try sliding it again.” Natasha said. 

When that didn’t work again, you looked at them. “Okay did we loosen the strings all the way?” 

“We could loosen them a little bit more.” Said one of your friends from childhood. 

You nodded for them to do it, eventually they were able to get the dress on, and you were able to move on. 

Steve eventually came back with black pants, instead. “What’s this?” Bucky asked.

“Look man this is all they had at the last minute, they didn’t have the green pulse, the black will match the top at least.” Steve explained. 

Then the planner came up, and knocked on the door. “Soon you guys need to head down.” She warned him. 

“Okay.” Bucky answered, then turned to Steve. “Get them on.” 

 Bucky walked down and stood at the end of the aisle, then the song you chose for everyone to walk down to started. The groomsmen, and Bridesmaids walked down first, then your friend's daughter, then you last, you walked slowly with a bouquet in hand, slowly moving down. 

As she stood across from him the priest started his talk, and You and Bucky stated your vows, and then the reception started, you and Bucky sat to eat the dinner, and champagne was poured, and then your first dance was announced, you and Bucky danced close Bucky looked down at you with a soft smile. “You haven't touched the champagne that you insisted on having over hard liquor.” He joked lightly.

You  smiled. “Yeah, I may have found out earlier when my dress wasn't going on properly, that I am pregnant.” Bucky’s eyes widened, and he picked her up in joy, and spun her around. 

[sillyangstfic]

Woke up and got to thinking again! First off, I think that Felix would at least appreciate becoming human because staying a sentimonster would mean outliving everyone he loves and I don't think he's emotionally stable enough for that. Neither is Adrien. But I've taken your input and have reworked it: instead of making them fully human, the potion just makes their human side more dominant. This makes it so that they're less durable than a sentimonster but more than the average human + them no longer being tied to an amok (or their own heart/soul/brain becomes the amok). Why do I want this? Just for the sake of one fucking scene:

Gabriel, paranoid that Felix was onto him, stole the ring that used to be his amok. Adrien and Felix confront Gabriel in his Hawkmoth lair for everything, all the pain and suffering he caused. When Gabriel's usual bullshit doesn't work, he tries to use to amoks to force the pair into obedience. Except it doesn't work and he bluescreens at his loss of control. Adrien and Felix transform and Gabriel fucking loses it. Cue super awesome emotional battle between Chat Noir & Argos VS Hawkmoth while they wait for the rest of team miraculous to show up.

Also, hot take: Amélie should be the one to kill off Gabriel. The bastard spent years neglecting her nephew, deprived her sister of a good death sorrounded by loved ones, tried to kill her nephew on multiple occasions, and tried to kill her son. There's also an element of FINALLY having a competant adult in the room because all of team miraculous are CHILDREN and Fu did jack shit for them. They need a competant adult to take care of them and handle the problem's they never should've had in the first place.

Seriously just let her casually walk up to Gabriel and stab him and just leave him for dead as she moves on to care for her kids.

Bonus: You are absolutely right, we should've had a PeaDragonSnake (PDS) trio. Be it platonically, a polycule, or just a Golden Trio scenario where only two are dating but the three are so inseparable that you can't tell who's dating who. Personally I'm partial to the final option with FeLuka + Bi Kagami desperately pining for Zoé. Zoé is pining just as hard but is too much of a gay disaster to approach and Chloé is making Kagami travel to The Lands of fucking Morder and retrieve the Sword from the Stone just to prove herself worthy of even considering dating her sister. Here are the fics that converted me: FeLuka & ZoeGami.

I have a particular scene in mind where the trio is just blackout drunk. Kagami is serenading really bad poetry to describe Zoé's beauty while Felix & Luka are just making out in the background. Amelie picks them up before clothes start flying. Cut to another bar where its Chloe, Sabrina, and Adrien blackout drunk. Chloe is smugly recording Adrien being pathecially whiny that Marinette isn't picking up (it's like 2 am) and is starting to cry while Zoe is having gay panic at how pretty Kagami is in that photo. She shares it with the whole class.

In addition, Kagami's confrontation with her mother should've been a sword fight on top of a skyscraper in the middle of a storm. There's a barrier preventing Chat Noir and Ladybug from entering, on one side ya got Kagami (no miraculous, just a cool sword blessed by Longg) and on the other ya got (willingly) akumatized Tomoe. Tomoe is spouting her usual controlling bullshit while Kagami is silent and glaring daggers at her mother. The only other people in the dome are Luka and Felix who refuse to leave Kagami without backup. Cue epic fight scene that ends with Tomoe losing both her arms and a leg. Kagami also loses a few chunks of skin. It ends with Kagami taking away her mother's ring and disowning her as a traitor to the Tsurugi clan unworthy of the name (oh how the turns have tabled). Meanwhile Tomoe is absolutely terrified of how beastial her daughter became and backs off. Both stubborn bitches refuse Ladybug's miracle cure cause they need the scars to remember. (inspiration)

After that, conversation at the Tsurugi household is practically dead. Tomoe is ashamed at her loss and breaks just thinking about her prosthetics. Meanwhile, Kagami healed rather nicely (curtesy of the side effects) and is thriving while she switches between the Couffaine boathouse and the Graham de Vanily penthouse.

Ykw that scene’s pretty good human!senticousins propaganda

Also hello? How is this the first I’m hearing of this. Amelie should absolutely get to murder Gabe

Thank you for the fics also, Ima go read those

Okokok while I am a Feligami shipper, Zogami hits like hello? Oh yeah. Up there with Kagaminette for me

I think Kagami should get to write bad poetry about whoever her love interest is, and also anything and anything. I think she should be our Martin Blackwood and write horrible poetry for us

Chole getting blackmail material I see

Kagami sword fight?! Kagami sword fight?! Hell yes

Here’s my idea for that: I like the storm bit, and the showdown, top of a building is peak, but instead of Felix and Luka being there, them trying to be there, to support Kagami, but like LB and CN being unable to due to the storm

Hear me out: Kagami’s mother figures out that she’s the dragon miraculous user and uses that to get her alone on the roof, and then confronting her by handing Kagami (still transformed) her sword. Kagami, knowing she’s caught, decides to detransform and fight her mother like that, as her daughter. They battle and eventually Kagami wins, and her mother rejects the akuma on her own, accepting the loss

As a foil to Gabe, I’d have her mother learn from her mistakes. She cuts off her deals with Gabe and grows closer with her daughter. She listens to her wants more, and while she’s still strict and has high expectations, she also becomes more lenient about letting Kagami do what she wants and enjoys

[princess-of-the-corner]

Knowing Andre, Chloe and Writers, Chloe can't write because her first lessons looked more or less like this:

Andre: Honey, you need to learn how to write. It's one of most necessary skills needed to function in modern society.

Chloe: *stubborn* I don't wanna.

Andre: Fine. Daddy will come up with something. *makes several phone calls to both Roger and Mr Damocles to make sure that "nobody would mind" that Sabrina would write everything for Chloe*

And of course they'd blame Chloé for this instead of her dad for setting this all up or the school for taking the bribe.

[poppysmc]

You Bet - Chapter 2: All over me (Rewrite)

After several hours of shopping, Poppy was at her wit's end. She couldn't believe she had allowed Veronica to drag her into this, but she was too stubborn. As they continued to browse through various stores downtown, Veronica seemed to be having the time of her life, amusing herself by showing Poppy every frilly and fuzzy item she came across.

Poppy's patience was wearing thin, and her eyes twitched with irritation as Veronica shoved yet another plush bear under her nose. "V, if you're not going to help, go outside." she snapped, trying to suppress her growing frustration.

Veronica pouted and dropped the bear. Chloe, their other friend who had joined them, patted Veronica on the back in a comforting gesture.

"But I am helping." Veronica mumbled, trying not to show her disappointment.

Several more stores and agonizingly long minutes passed, and Poppy could feel her sanity slipping away. She usually enjoyed shopping, but this was a different story altogether. The sheer amount of options and choices overwhelmed her, and she couldn't find the things she wanted, or more accurately, she didn't know what she wanted.

As they entered yet another store, Poppy let out a sigh of exasperation. "I can't do this anymore. This is too much." she groaned, running her hand through her hair in frustration.

“Why don't we take a break and grab something to eat? It might help clear our minds." Chloe suggested.

Poppy nodded gratefully, realizing she needed a breather. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."

They decided to take a break at a nearby café, where they could relax, chat, and for Poppy to calm down. As they sipped on their drinks, Poppy started to feel a bit calmer. She comforted herself with the thought that soon Veronica would be chauffeuring her around New York. Poppy smirked at the thought of Veronica sitting in traffic while she sipped coffee in the back.

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She had planned a full-on romantic apology, and then she would ask her out. That's what girls want, right? She was all about assumption at that point, with Poppy never being the romantic type, and this grand gesture was completely out of character for her. Poppy was used to being wooed, not the one doing the wooing. Even with numerous men and women clamoring for her affection, she had never really felt a romantic connection with any of them.

With a deep breath, Poppy looked around the room, double-checking everything she had prepared for her romantic apology. Roses flooded the room, check. The bouquet that she was not crushing in her hand due to nervousness, check. This was nice, this was great, Poppy thought.

She set everything up with the help of Chloe, her ever-loyal pup. Veronica was tasked to distract the roommate, for a few hours at least. She was confident that she would succeed in the first try; she could almost see the look on Veronica's face. She grinned and continued preparing with renewed confidence. After all, who could ever resist her...

As she waited, she shook off the doubts that started to creep in. What if this whole thing was too much? She wouldn't have time to clean the petals up. What if Morgan didn't feel the same way about her? What if she ended up making a fool of herself? But then she remembered all the people who had expressed interest in her before, and she had never felt that connection with any of them. Morgan felt different, and Poppy wanted to give this a shot.

Chloe sat patiently outside the room, ready to alert Poppy when Morgan or Zoey was on their way back. Veronica was off on her distraction mission, and Poppy hoped everything would go according to plan.

Just as she started to feel more anxious, her phone buzzed with a text from Chloe. Morgan was on her way! Poppy took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.

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Earlier, Veronica suggested that she surprise her. “Hide under the bed. Then when she enters, jump out and offer her your flower.” 

Poppy couldn't help but blush at the implication. "What the hell, V! Stop being gross." she said, turning away from her friend.

Veronica chuckled and quickly clarified her intentions. "I didn't mean it like that, I swear. I meant your bouquet, obviously. Why would you even think that?" She smirked playfully, glancing at Chloe, who was trying to hold back her laughter.

Poppy rolled her eyes, knowing that Veronica had a tendency to make cheeky comments. "I know what you meant!" she said, trying not to strangle Veronica. "But hiding under the bed? That's a bit too much, don't you think?"

Veronica shrugged. "Come on, it would be fun and unique! Plus, it would totally surprise her, I heard from Zoey that Morgan likes surprises." she insisted, still finding the idea amusing. She was totally lying.

Chloe finally spoke up, unable to suppress her giggles any longer. "I think it might be a bit too dramatic. Just give her the bouquet and apologize sincerely." she suggested with a smile.

Poppy nodded, feeling relieved that Chloe was on her side. "Yeah, I think a simple apology and a heartfelt gesture would be enough. I don't want to scare her away with some crazy surprise." she said, regaining her composure.

Veronica pouted. "Weak shits." she said, still finding amusement in the situation. “Think about it, Pop.”

As they finished their coffee and parted ways, Poppy decided at the last minute to go with Veronica’s idea. What does Chloe know anyway. 

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Moments later, she heard the door opening, and Morgan walked in. Poppy's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, well, of her shins and feet… because she was under the bed like a monster… The realization came too late; she pushed aside her nerves and tried to appear composed.

Okay, deep breaths. One, two, three.

She was ready to jump out when a shirt dropped in front of her, followed by jeans. “Oh god, no. This isn’t happening to me.” Poppy blushed furiously, wondering how she was going to get out. Her plan very quickly turned out to be a disaster.

Her heart raced as she heard the bathroom door close, and she knew she needed to act quickly to get out of this predicament. With a mix of embarrassment and determination, she started to wiggle and crawl, trying to maneuver her way out from under the bed without making too much noise.

There was a click. Panic set in again, and Poppy froze, unsure of what to do next. The room was suddenly bathed in light as the lights flicked on, and Poppy's heart pounded in her chest. She couldn't believe she got herself into this awkward situation. Morgan stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, her wet hair falling loosely around her shoulders.

A blood-curdling scream was heard throughout the building. “God, what’s wrong with you, newbie?” Poppy asked as if she wasn’t upside down and crawling out from under the bed, looking like the ghost girl from the grudge. Poppy stood and straightened up and approached Morgan like nothing happened.

Morgan looked at Poppy with a mix of surprise and fear. “If you’re here to kill me, you better make it quick.” Morgan croaked out, slowly backing away, forgetting her state of undress.

A beat passed between them. Poppy finally got it. “Wait! No, I’m not here to-” Poppy insisted, cheeks still flushed with embarrassment.

As the other residents rushed into the room, they saw Poppy and Morgan in an awkward and compromising situation. Poppy quickly understood the misunderstanding and tried to explain herself. The other students exchanged confused glances, not sure what to make of the situation. It was clear that something unexpected and awkward had occurred.

Seeing Morgan's discomfort, Poppy took a step closer, placing her body between Morgan and the others to protect her privacy and decency.

“Cover yourself up, Farmsville.” Poppy was mortified. She mustered up whatever was left of her bitchy aura and glared at the surrounding crowd. They mumbled and retreated. She grabbed a sheet and threw it over Morgan, not before catching sight of her toned body.

Oh no. She’s hot too. Poppy’s thoughts were no longer working; she walked out averting her eyes, dragging an equally embarrassed Chloe as she shooed the crowd back to the hall and closed the door. As Morgan stood in her room, still processing the unexpected and awkward encounter with Poppy, she couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Confusion, embarrassment, and a hint of curiosity swirled within her.

Leaning against the door, Morgan tried to gather her thoughts. "What the hell was that?" she muttered to herself, trying to make sense of the situation.

She took a deep breath and looked around the room, finally noticing the scattered rose petals and unlit candles on the floor. Her confusion deepened as she realized that Poppy had clearly planned something… but it had all gone awry.

"What is happening?" Morgan wondered aloud, still trying to process everything.

Just as she was about to contemplate further, her phone buzzed with a notification. Opening it, she found the photos that were taken earlier, now posted on The T.

Our beloved newbie is seen climbing something or should I say someone other than the Queen B’s rank. Kudos to Queen Min-Sinclair, Hughes is a catch.

- Kisses The T

She sighed at the misunderstanding; they made her sound so desperate. Morgan picked up the letter left by Poppy on her bed. Opening it, she noticed Poppy's flawless handwriting, and for a moment, she couldn't help but chuckle. Of course, her handwriting was all loops and curls; it fit her well.

She started reading the letter, and as expected, Poppy's tone was still a bit brash and sarcastic. Morgan rolled her eyes at the mention of their earlier encounter being partly her fault for being annoying.

Morgan,

I know we didn’t have a great start earlier, but it wasn’t entirely my fault. You were being too annoying, but anyway, let me make it up to you.

-P

“Seriously, Poppy? Could she be any more abrasive?" Morgan muttered, feeling a mix of annoyance and amusement. Yet she still kept the letter on her desk.

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Poppy and Chloe crossed the quad running, and Poppy quickly grabbed Veronica, who was still flirting with Zoey, dragging her along. She made a “call me” sign at Zoey, who laughed at her. “Wait, I’m still- W-what are we running from?” Veronica asked, glancing back to see if some lunatic was chasing them.

“Poppy’s disaster.” Chloe casually replied, earning a swift slap on the back of her head.

“Shut up, Chloe, and it’s not my fault. I didn’t know Morgan would-” Poppy gritted her teeth at the embarrassing memory.

They could finally catch their breath in the safety of the Zeta Sorority House. Their phones chimed simultaneously. Veronica pulled her phone out and burst out laughing once she saw the post, earning a dirty look from Poppy.

“How can you go from an apology to this? Only you, Poppy.” She shook her head, still snickering.

“I can never show my face to her ever again.” She sat down on the sofa and buried her face in the cushion.

“Are you conceding? It’s been, what, barely a day?” Veronica made grabby hands, asking for her car keys.

“No. Stop that, not yet. I just have to think of something else.” Poppy wasn't quite ready to give up just yet. She mumbled a response, her voice muffled as her face was still buried in the cushion. She was still feeling a bit flustered from the day's events.

Chloe offered her advice, patting her head gently. "Maybe you should try a more direct approach." she suggested.

Veronica lifted her head slightly, looking at Chloe. "Where's the fun in that, Chloe?" she retorted with a half-hearted grin.

Veronica and Chloe exchanged amused glances, but Poppy's grunt indicated that she was not in the mood for further teasing.

"Alright, alright, we'll lay off." Veronica said, trying to be more considerate. 

“You two just shut up.” Poppy's voice was muffled once again as she buried her face further into the cushion, trying to hide her embarrassment.

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“Hey, guess what? What the hell.” Zoey walked into Morgan’s room, seeing her miserably picking off all the petals Poppy scattered on her carpet.

“Zoey… help.”

“I think someone’s trying to tell you something.” Zoey chuckled, getting the vacuum from the storage. Zoey shook her head with a knowing smile as she started vacuuming the excessive amount of petals scattered across Morgan's room.

"She must have bought all the flowers in the shops downtown." Zoey commented, clearly amused by Poppy's elaborate gesture.

"Well, I'm not going to fall for it. If she thinks for one second that I—" Morgan started to say, but she was interrupted when she picked up the bouquet that Poppy was supposed to surprise her with.

"You what?" Zoey raised an eyebrow, looking at Morgan knowingly. Morgan sighed, feeling a mix of emotions.

"I'm still apprehensive. She was all up in my throat earlier. What changed?" she admitted, trying to make sense of Poppy's behavior.

“Maybe she just likes you and has a terrible way of showing it?” Zoey shrugged. 

“I doubt that, maybe it’s a keep your enemies close sort of thing. Who knows what’s going on inside her head.” Still, as Morgan said that, she couldn’t stop the hope blooming in her chest. “I’m going to talk to her tomorrow.”

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THE NEXT MORNING

Morgan couldn't shake the feeling that Poppy was avoiding her, and she was determined to clear up the misunderstanding between them. However, every time she caught a glimpse of Poppy's strawberry blonde hair, she seemed to disappear from sight, making it difficult for Morgan to find her.

"She's hiding from me." Morgan commented distractedly as she sat down for lunch with Zoey.

Zoey tried to offer a more positive perspective. "Maybe she was just busy. It's a big campus, and people have different schedules." she suggested.

"I saw her try to duck behind the hedges when I called her name." Morgan said.

Zoey laughed at the image of Poppy hiding behind some hedges like a criminal fox. "Well, try to ask Chloe. She's always following her around like a lost puppy." she suggested.

Morgan considered the idea but ultimately decided against it. "Never mind. I'll figure it out myself." she said, feeling determined to confront Poppy directly. Just then, she spotted a flash of strawberry blonde hair again, and this time, she saw Poppy entering a building. Without a second thought, Morgan sprinted after her, trying to catch up.

Morgan was caught off guard by the sudden appearance of another girl. She blinked in surprise, still a bit out of breath from her search for Poppy.

"Uhh... Do you need something?" Morgan asked, feeling a bit awkward about the situation.

Taylor stammered nervously, "T-This is for you." before quickly leaving without saying anything else.

Morgan looked down at the bear in her hands, puzzled by the unexpected gift. She noticed a card attached to the bear and picked it up to read it.

Morgan, 

I'll be there at 7 pm sharp, so you better be ready.

-P 

Morgan furrowed her brow, trying to make sense of the message. "Pick me up for what?" she wondered aloud, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension. This is the most threatening letter I have ever received.

Morgan couldn't help but feel exasperated by Poppy's mysterious and indirect approach. "Is P, Poppy?" she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes. "Why couldn't she just speak to me like a normal person?"

She walked back to Zoey, still holding the bear in her arms. As she hugged it close, she caught the faint scent of Poppy, making her heart skip a beat. "What am I doing?" she wondered, feeling a mix of confusion and low-key attraction.

Zoey raised an eyebrow when she saw Morgan with the bear. "So... You followed her and came back with that?" she asked, curious about her friend's actions. Morgan was at a loss for words, her cheeks turning a shade of pink. She didn't know how to explain the situation without sounding even more confused.

Other people started to look in their direction, and Morgan noticed a couple of them taking photos, presumably for The T.

"Let's go, Zoey. I hate when people stare." Morgan said, feeling a bit embarrassed by the attention. 

Zoey chuckled and stood up. "You've been a hot topic from day one. Get used to it." she teased, trying to lighten the mood.

They began walking back to the dorms together, and Morgan couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, she was annoyed by Poppy's cryptic actions, but on the other hand, there was a part of her that was intrigued and drawn to her.

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She had been trying all morning to avoid Morgan, and she was proud that she had been doing a good job at it.

Veronica texted her: I heard you were avoiding Morgan, wtf are you doing you gay disaster. Poppy: I got it under control. Don’t worry. PS I’m not a disaster, I do everything with grace. Veronica: Yeah right. I’m more worried about Chloe, she might die from second-hand embarrassment. Veronica: Anyway, just go to her, you’re making it seem like you hate her. Poppy: NO! Can’t show my face yet. I’ve got a plan.

She received another text from Taylor, her lackey. "It’s done, Poppy." Attached was Morgan’s photo, hugging the bear with a small smile on her face. She smiled, staring at the picture. She forwarded the photo to their group chat, captioned: SUCCESS! She couldn’t wait to rub it in Veronica’s face later. She absolutely did not save the picture. She had no plans of staring at Morgan’s smiling face later. None at all.

She walked back to the Sorority House while typing up a new text to Morgan.

Poppy: Hey, We’re still on at 7, right? – P Morgan: How did you even get my number, you’re such a creep. Poppy: I have my ways. So? Is it a yes? Morgan : So, you just assumed I’d go out with you? Why exactly are you doing this? Poppy: You’re pretty, I’m gorgeous. We’d look good together. Morgan: If this is your demented way of flirting, think again. It’s a no for me. Poppy: No one says no to me, Morgan. You’ll realize that sooner or later. Morgan: Like I said; it’s creepy, Min-Sinclair. I’m not going.

“Where did I go wrong?” Feeling defeated, Poppy couldn't help but thump her head on the table, regretting her approach. She had hoped that her gesture with the bear and the invitation would make things easier. Poppy was starting to think that she was the problem. Impossible, she was the picture of perfection.

[unclefathersantateddy]

What is each Belcher's + Teddy's episode where they are so annoying, so obtuse, so wack that it seriously makes you want to shake them + the writers?

Oh I LOVE this question! Thank you so much!

The one that IMMEDIATELY came to mind is "Yes Without My Zeke" (S9E22) where the kids go to school on a Saturday to prevent Zeke from being sent to a disciplinary school. Tina the ENTIRE episode is so reluctant to help Zeke, because she wants Jimmy J to spend more time with her. Despite the fact that Zeke is nothing but consistently lovely to her, whilst JJu treats her terribly. It grates me to my absolute core, the stubbornness. Treating her white knight dirty.

The second is "Bob Actually" (S7E9) where Louise tries to help Regular Sized Rudy get a kiss off Chloe Barbash. This whole plot, leaves an unsavoury taste in my mouth. Chloe is so very clearly not interested in Rudy, Louise even knows that herself. So instead of telling Rudy that he's being manipulated, she threatens Chloe to kiss him. Bruh. What? Bruh. Ain't it, I don't like it whatsoever (rip). Then the sympathy kiss felt so out of character (don't hate me I know that moment is treasured by many and I fully respect that, I just don't agree😅)

Third is "Bed, Bob, and Beyond" (S9E13) a valentines episode where the kids each take turns telling the story of a British princess and a tour guide, to cheer up Bob and Lin who are arguing over Bob's piles of dirty laundry on the floor, and him saying it's "more romantic" to just ignore it. Bob. Come on. Wtf. His stance this entire episode, just. What? Nah. Bobby. We don't move like that.

Fourth is "Gene It On" (S4E20), in this episode Gene becomes a cheerleader. Once Linda finds out she becomes obsessive and smothering. It's very sweet and with good intent but it feels so smothering.

Last of the Belchers, ironically, Gene took me over 24 hours to think of an answer for, otherwise I could've answered this within the hour you sent it haha! Anyway last is Spa-turday, this one is more about the writing I think. I know Gene loves Linda so much, and how he was purposely supposed to be clingy. But, I don't know, I just find it mid. This behaviour is repeated in "Gene's Christmas Break" (S12E10) when he initially refuses his family's attempt at replacing the broken record, which makes it slightly less annoying because it gives more context of his process.

And Teddy. Blorbo. Ha! Well, funnily enough I actually find Teddy very annoying in general across the board! Which makes this hard to answer. But it would have to be S13E15 "The Show (And Tell) Must Go On", I think it is this episode where Teddy has a panic over impressing Kathleen and goes as far as to almost breaking up with her completely. Like bro. GAD fam I get it. I get the fear. But fkn come ON. You absolutely mugged yourself off for Dian or Denise or whatever your ex wife's name was. How you gonna almost break up with a woman that likes you for who you are because you're so anxious about impressing her? NO! Stop it!

I hope this made sense I'm high

[cloudiyum]

1: Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? Closed of course

2: Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel? Yes I doo, I want to donate them to homeless shelters.

3: Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? Tucked in, I love being tucked

4: Have you ever stolen a street sign before? No but I've stolen many a cone

5: Do you like to use post-it notes? I do at work

6: Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? I don't come across any coupons in my life right now

7: Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees? BEAR. ABSOLUTELY A BEAR. I would gladly be mauled to death

8: Do you have freckles? Not freckles but "beauty spots" as my mum calls them

9: Do you always smile for pictures? Nooo I tend to avoid that cuz my lips turn into 2 dimensional objects

10: What is your biggest pet peeve? Untidyness. Leaving the babywipe lid open. Dirty fridges.

11: Do you ever count your steps when you walk? No I don't!

12: Have you ever peed in the woods? Yeeees

13: What about pooped in the woods? No I once went camping for a week and didn't need to because my body knew It'd have to be in a hole.

14: Do you ever dance even if theres no music playing? Not really, maybe if I'm eating rly tasty food

15: Do you chew your pens and pencils? Nope

16: How many people have you slept with this week? Zero the fuck

17: What size is your bed? Queen.. slay

18: What is your Song of the week? LIKE A GIRL DOES PEACH PRC

19: Is it okay for guys to wear pink? Absofuckinglutely. I'd love my Henry to dye his hair pink if he would

20: Do you still watch cartoons? Not really but family guy yes

21: Whats your least favorite movie? OMG. DUNE!! FUCK DUNE. my god. worst/boring movie I've ever seen in my entire life.

22: Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some? Bury? In dirt.. what else can you bury treasure in?

23: If you’re a girl, bra size? If you’re a guy, pants size? 10D I think, last time I got sized was when I was 14

24: What do you dip a chicken nugget in? Mustard or Sweet and Sour sauce. Mostly nothing though

25: What is your favorite food? Salmon Sashimi <3 <3 <3

26: What movies could you watch over and over and still love? TWILIGHT <3 <3 <3

27: Last person you kissed/kissed you? My Henry on the 7th November 2023

28: Were you ever a boy/girl scout? I did scouts when I was like 8 or 9 and met this cute girl named Chloe and we were such good friends at camp. I think she gave me one of her lip glosses or something. I wish I could find her again

29: Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine? Only if my nips n bits were covered with an emoji or something

30: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper? I don't remember but it definitely would've been to henry. Or today to pippa for work

31: Can you change the oil on a car? Nope but I can fill my tires with air :)

32: Ever gotten a speeding ticket? Only once I think

33: Ever ran out of gas? Never I would die

34: Favorite kind of sandwich? Banana & Honey or Cucumber & Salt <3 <3

35: Best thing to eat for breakfast? Bacon, egg & bbq sauce toasted sandwich or poached eggs on toast

36: What is your usual bedtime? I aim for 10:30 but sometimes its midnight

37: Are you lazy? No, I value my well deserved resting time

38: When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween? :( I wasn't allowed

39: What is your Chinese astrological sign? Ox I think

40: Are you horny? No I am not, that is very rare

41: Do you have any magazine subscriptions? Nope

42: Which are better legos or lincoln logs? the fuck are lincoln logs

43: Are you stubborn? Noo my mind can be changed very easily

44: Who is better…Leno or Letterman? Crystal meth santa claus <3

45: Ever watch soap operas? I like the big bang theory sue me

46: Are you afraid of heights? I would say not

47: Do you sing in the car? YEA I DO VERRRRY LOUDLY

48: Do you sing in the shower? On occasion

49: Do you dance in the car? I wiggle

50: Ever used a gun? Nooo

51: Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? When I was 9 years old

52: Do you think musicals are cheesy? Some of them.

53: Is Christmas stressful? Not really

54: Ever eat a pierogi? Yess with Henry & Greg in San Francisco <3

55: Favorite type of fruit pie? Cherry or blueberry

56: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? A cleaner only cuz mum once said they get paid a lot HAHA

57: Do you believe in ghosts? Yea friendly ones only

58: Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? I have a specific scenario I see every time I get it. I'm swinging back on the blue classroom chair in my year 7 classroom. The big windows are to the left and I'm at the front left of my class. I think Mrs Ralph or the other one was teaching. Every time.

59: Take a vitamin daily? No but I would if the gummies weren't so expensive and had enough nutrition in them

60: Wear slippers? no

61: Wear a bath robe? nono makes me look like an idiot

62: What do you wear to bed? The only thing I want to wear to bed for the rest of my life is the avocado toast oodie sleeping shirt that henry got me. It's so fucking ridiculously comfortable you have no idea

63: First concert? Die Antwoord in 2015 but if that doesn't count then apparently mum took me to see Hi-5 when I was little, I don't remember it tho

64: Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Walmart if I'm in America, but in Australia I like Kmart for everything and Target for clothes and socks

65: Nike or Adidas? I don't really give a fuck to be honest but Nike aesthetic is more pleasing to me

66: Cheetos Or Fritos? I've never had fritos but I enjoy flamin hot cheetos

67: Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Neither, those textures are off putting to me. Too gritty

68: Ever hear of the group Tres Bien? No is that French?

69: Ever take dance lessons? Yeees I did, at Denise Hollins Dance Company. I started when I was 3 or 4 and did Teddy Bears Picnic. I stopped and didn't start again til I was 8 turning 9. 2006 Jazz (I want Candy & Footloose) (Must've skipped 2007) 2008 - Tap (Here It Goes Again & Jump n Jive) Jazz (Moving thru Time & Get Up and Dance) Acrobats (Jump Shout Boogie) Finale (Move Shake Drop) 2009 - Jazz (Backstreets Back & Hocus Pocus) Intermediate Acrobats (Batman) Finale (Zombie) 2010 - (my last year forever) Advanced Acrobats - Gold :)

70: Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? I picture Henry as a professional DJ <3

71: Can you curl your tongue? YA

72: Ever won a spelling bee? We don't have those here

73: Have you ever cried because you were so happy? Nooop

74: Own any record albums? A thank u next single and peach prc

75: Own a record player? nope

76: Regularly burn incense? Occasionally

77: Ever been in love? yessss henry

78: Who would you like to see in concert? ARIANA GRANDE

79: What was the last concert you saw? Peach PRC <3

80: Hot tea or cold tea? Cold!

81: Tea or coffee? I like the taste of tea better but I like the effects of coffee

82: Sugar or snickerdoodles? Don't know what that is

83: Can you swim well? Very well, I won champion girl at my primary school once

84: Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Of course.. I don't think anyone can't do this

85: Are you patient? I try to be yes

86: DJ or band, at a wedding? hmmmmmmm dj

87: Ever won a contest? Not a contest but a wax kit and some free goodies from norris for guessing the correct number hehe

88: Ever have plastic surgery? Nope only lip fillers 4 times. Dissolves way too quick for me tho

89: Which are better black or green olives? omg fuck I love both so much. my fave is marinated green olives

90: Can you knit or crochet? I do not

91: Best room for a fireplace? Living room I guess

92: Do you want to get married? I am :) already. married. hehe

93: If married, how long have you been married? um one month and four days

94: Who was your HS crush? Luke Ramljak <3

95: Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way? No that doesn't work

96: Do you have kids? I do not

97: Do you want kids? I think so. I'm very undecided still. Blairs so cute and I don't think my baby will be that cute hahaha

98: Whats your favorite color? Pppppink duh

99: Do you miss anyone right now? henry henry and henry even tho its only been 11 days

[writing-for-me-at-this-point]

the scent of love | noe archiviste | vanitas no carte

description. noe finds comfort in the scent you hold, and even as he holds you, he realizes more- and his hunger grows.

warnings. refer to sexual themes at some point, blood, biting,

reader. fem!reader/afab reader

an. eyo. so, classes started, and I won't be writing much, only small blurbs. I think ill reopen my study blurbs (found in masterlist) for the semester. also fixed the ending :/ tumblr was being dumb booooo.

the scent of lavender, lemongrass, and a few touches of something he can't quite put his finger on, noe finds himself addicted to the current scent you hold.

his head is tucked into the curve of your neck, and with your hair newly braided and fresh out of the shower, you smelled divine. your natural scent slowly started to phase into the mix, breaking through the soaps and perfumes. a small hum leaves his throat, and he moves to curl into your body more. the giggle that leaves you cannot compare to anything else, he thinks, even heavens angels writhe in envy at you.

"noe, you're nearly crushing me." you laughed, a hand moving to his hair as the other gently scratched his back, a short huff leaves him.

"i can get off, though, i really love being this close to you." his arm thrown around you give you a small squeeze, and you roll your eyes at his antics.

"well, don't move around too much..." your voice faded out, his eyes close as you finished speaking, moving to hum and softly sing.

it was a soft, loving, moment noe need. from failing ruthvens test, chloe and her antics, vanitas' stubbornness referaining to explain even a semblance of truth- this moment with him laying on you brought him a sense of sanity. his mind becomes full with a haze, like the static of a radio or the stuffing in a ragdoll, it leave him with a warmth that allows the entirety of his body to relax.

he loves you so, these private, little moments. something domi herself can't seem to onset, quite a feat, considering the innumerable experiences they've shared since childhood. though, he's reserved many with you, and he can feel his face flush with heat as the memories flood back. the rushing heat and passion, kisses that trailed from his lips to his neck, further and further down. the rake of your nails down his back, your bodies pressed together, its an intimacy he's only shared with you.

his heart is rushing, the erratic beat in his ears, and it overcomes his senses and a new hunger grows. he can't help but need for you, your love, and your blood.

oh god, he really, really, needed your blood.

he starts to mouth at your neck, lips gently caressing the skin with small kisses as his teeth started to peak out, never truly breaking the skin until he got your permission. the kisses turn to nips, nips and harsh sucks give you an idea of what he wants. you turn your head, and push him towards your neck, and he quietly thanks you in a hushed prayer.

and his teeth break into your skin, the metallic taste of blood fills his taste, his sense of smell.

the scent of lavender, lemongrass, your soaps, and natural scent. the taste of your blood, the trust you leave in him to drink from you, and he gives a small sigh into your skin.

the scent of love, he thinks, the arms of comfort.

the love he would protect with his life.

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

A Failed Betrothal (9)

Hey, look guys. I am finally updating this fic.

But I also have bad news. I have a very severe case of writer's block with this particular fic and have exams in next month. So I decided to put this on hiatus for the foreseeable future. I really want to finish this and I have some ideas on how to continue but I just don't know how to move this forward. I do want to finish this since it is my first official fic I have posted here.

Thank you everyone who has been following this story so far and for being so patience. There is some good news. I have Chapter 10 half-written and will post it some time if I ever finish it. Love you guys.

[Masterlist]

(Part 1)(Part 8)

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(Words in English is bold)

Chloe watched the scene unfolding in front of the entire school. Marinette and her ‘fake’ boyfriend were ‘tearfully’ saying goodbye. There were a lot of ‘I will miss yous.’, promises and some tears. Honestly, at this point, she was hoping for them to have their tongues down each other's throats. But both of them are too stubborn to admit that they actually like each other. They would be a very cute couple if they actually dated. Fuck that curse that makes them ‘fall in love with each other’. Like it was some Harry Potter bullshit.

Luka even said that their melodies harmonise with each other. That is a sign that they would make the ultimate couple. But no…. Both of them were too stubborn.

If only those two stop dancing around each other.

At least, Tim was still going to be in Paris to help the Miraculous Team’s search for Hawkmoth. The past week had been spent catching up on each other’s life, complaining about hero (vigilante) work and narrowing down the suspect list for Hawkmoth. So far everything has been pointing towards Gabriel Agreste. It would be hilarious if Hawkmoth had had the Black Cat Miraculous under his nose for over a year.

Damian and Marinette had finally finished their act and-

Holy Shit! This must be a dream.

They were kissing.

Full-on lip-locking in front of the entire school.

And where the hell is her phone?!

Chloe frantically looked through her bag. This was a certain possibility that Chloe was hoping would happen when Damian volunteered to be tribute. She needed proof that her ship had sailed and rubbed it in Tim’s face that she had won the bet. (He claims to know his brother and said that his younger brother would never kiss Marinette for the sake of an act.) When her yellow phone emerged from the bottomless pit that was her bag, he was already gone on his way to Gotham. She hoped at least someone got a picture of the kiss. She was not letting Marinette live this down.

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“Hey, before I go, Dupain-Cheng, you are tolerable and I wouldn't mind having you as my bride.” Damian said in a low voice. Which sent some shivers through Marinette. It was illegal to sound that sexy.

“Well-,” Marinette cleared her throat as her voice came out in a higher pitch than intended. “Well, you were an amazing fake boyfriend, even if it was for a week and thank you for doing this. Shame that I never got to kiss the Damian Al Ghul Wayne.” She teased.

Damian’s ears tip turned red to which Marinette was proud of until the blood son of Bruce Wayne smirked, looking towards the courtyard where many students were gathered to see the couple’s goodbye.

“We have to fix that, won't we?”

He proceeded to kiss her.

Marinette froze in shock at the contact before her brain kicked in and she began moving her lips against his.

It ended too soon for both their liking.

“You bastard.” Marinette hissed while their foreheads touched each other.

“True. Um... Goodbye, Dupain-Cheng. I have a flight to catch.” Damian said before he got into the car taking him to the airport. His cheeks were flushed. The same went for Marinette.

Marinette admittedly was still very dazed and in a blissful state of mind. Absent-mindedly waving goodbye to the spot where the car was. Damian Wayne was one hell of a kisser. And that bastard had to do it in front of the entire school. How was she supposed to not fall in love after that mind-blowing kiss?!

She wasn’t sure if she would be able to concentrate in class today. (Not that it mattered. She already knows all of the material. She has a few PhDs under her belt and is currently taking some online college courses. Her new role as Ladybug had made her unable to take as many courses as she would have liked in the recent years.)

She was broken out of her state by Chloe and Alix swinging their arms around each of her shoulders.

“Soooo,” Alix began with a teasing smirk “How was it?”

“How was what?”

“Mari-bug, how much did you enjoy your goodbye present? I swear that the entire courtyard got hotter.” Chloe said with too much glee and a glint in her eye which Marinette didn’t like.

“You guys see me kiss Damian all the time. So what if our last kiss before we see each other in person again got a little out of hand?” Marinette tried to shrug it off nonchalantly. Hopefully, the class wouldn’t question the fact that she hadn’t kissed Damian at all until today and Chloe’s insane plan to get Adrien off her back worked. He hasn’t approached her at all since he had tried to prove that Damian was trying to cheat on her with Lila of all people.

Chloe was going to be smug for days over the fact that her plan worked.

“Anyways, we are still on for tonight, right?”

“Yes, Marinette, stop worrying. We will be there. And Tim is getting close to finding well... you-know-who.”

“Who? Who are you trying to find?” The unwanted voice cuts in.

The trio rolled their eyes and proceeded to ignore the orange-clad Liar, switching the topics to Chloe’s mother up-coming fashion show. (Alix just nodded along and hemmed and hawed where appropriate. Pretending to understand the difference between different fabrics and styles.)

“Hey! I was asking you. Who is this you-know-who that you were trying to find?” She blocked their path. They were plotting something for sure. She just has to find out what.

“None of your business, Rossi.” Chloe snapped.

Lila started tearing up, “But I jus- just wanted to ask a question. I- I am sorry if I disturbed you.”

“Lila asked you a question. No need to be so rude about it.” Alya joined in, sneering.

“Well, she was very rudely interrupting our conversation, Alya.” Marinette pointed out.

“Lila is just very sensitive and you made her cry.” Alya said as she comforted the Italian. “You guys are the biggest bully ever to make her cry like this. She asked a question. No need to get so defensive over it. Just answer it.”

The trio resisted to roll their eyes.

Just another day of dealing with Lila’s bullshit and the class’s herd mentality.

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Someone knocked on the door of Tim’s room in the Wayne Penthouse. (Room was too generous a word. It was more of a no man’s land after a tornado had gone through it with computer screens everywhere set up like a command centre.)

“Jason, for the last time, I don’t know where your guns are. Don’t you have like trackers on them- oh. Hey, Chloe. Marinette.”

The two Parisian girls came in and made their way through no man’s land, trying to not to step on the mess on the floor. Along with them came the tantalizing aroma of coffee.

Marinette offered Tim the cup of coffee to which he perked up. He snatched it and took a sip, instantly feeling energized.

“Woah, where did you get this?”

“It’s Marinette’s special brew. She makes it when she has lots of commissions or when the finals are coming up. Honestly, I don’t know how she ingests the stuff. It would be better if she sleeps instead.” Chloe replied as she removed some of the things on his bed and made herself comfortable.

“Sleep for the weak, Chloe and it’s normal coffee with some magic infused in it to give me a boost.” Marinette retorted as she sat beside Chloe.

“Normal for you maybe. That stuff has the maximum amount of espresso shots legally allowed.”

Tim took another sip of the nectar of the gods (Marinette mentioned that Kwamis were a little like gods, right? If some of their magic is used in this coffee, then coffee is truly the nectar of the gods.),“You are my most favourite person on the planet right now. (Kon was off-planet) This is Heaven, Paradise and every good thing in the world in a cup. You are my new bestie.”

“You have to fight Queenie for the title and it’s nothing. I thought you might need it. This is the least I can do for all your help.”

“Well, your theory seems to check out,” Tim replied, “You said the Butterfly and Peacock brooches were lost in Tibet years ago, right? Gabriel Agreste and Emilie Graham De Vanily, his then girlfriend and now ‘late’ wife, were there on their around-the-world trip and one of their stops happened to be Tibet, specifically the area where you said the Miracle Temple would be. And I matched up the lack of akuma attacks with the periods of time when Agreste was out of town. It mostly matches up although there are a few inconsistencies. It’s possible that Mayura was using the Butterfly during that time to throw us off track because his assistant and the top suspect for Mayura, Natalie Sancouer, had stayed behind during those trips when the akuma attacks happened. At least, that’s the theory. I also found something you might find interesting in the blueprints of the Agreste Mansion.”

Tim tapped on his keyboard a few times, pulling up the plans for a butterfly window and an underground lair on one of the screens before showing the two girls.

“The workers were paid off to keep this a secret. Oracle, our resident tech genius back in Gotham, found something else too. A few months before Hawkmoth’s first debut, Gabriel Agreste purchased everything necessary for a butterfly garden. There are also a lot of receipts for butterflies which I bet is how he has a constant supply of akumas.”

“So either Gabriel is secretly a butterfly enthusiast or he is Hawkmoth.” Marinette groaned at how the man didn't know the meaning of subtle, “How have we not caught him yet?”

Chloe side-hugged the ravenette, “He’s a coward that doesn’t come out of his dark hole that often because he knows you would utterly destroy him when he does appear and you are not preoccupied with saving Paris. I mean your mother is an assassin for crying out loud.”

“Yeah, I would.” Marinette absent-mindedly nodded in agreement before stiffening as she realized what Chloe said.

Marinette went out of her embrace and looked at her with a sharp look, “Wait. What did you just say, Chloe?”

Chloe scoffed, “Don’t try denying it, Dupain-Cheng. The room full of weapons your family has, how good at martial arts your mom is, how you don’t flinch at the sight of blood.” She listed off the reasons with her fingers.

“That- That doesn’t mean anything and there are perfectly reasonable explanations for them-” Marinette denied.

“And you really should be careful when you talk about things that are supposed to be secrets in public places. I know and understand Japanese too, Mari-bug. I heard you and Damian talking about having assassins for mothers on one of your ‘dates’.” Chloe smugly said.

Marinette sighed and flopped onto Tim’s comfortable bed, knowing there’s no point in keeping Chloe from snooping further into her family business.

“As long as you don’t go around telling the others about my family secret, I won’t have to cut out your tongue.”

“Or your fingers,” she added as an afterthought as she brought out her hidden switchblade and started playing with it. “And remember that I am good with needles and threads and know how to hold someone down while sewing their mouth shut.” She pointed her blade in Chloe’s direction.

Chloe nervously moved away from the bed, closer to Tim and hid her hands under her legs. Tim scooted away not wanting to be near a possible dead-woman walking, childhood promises be damned. He lived with assassins for siblings, and knows that threats like that are very real.

“You are joking, right?” The blonde said. “I mean, I did apologize for bullying you all those years ago. We are friends now.”

“Maman takes her secrets seriously, especially this one. But I think she trusts you enough to keep something as important as this. Although you did just say it in front of Tim. Superhero or- Sorry I mean Vigilante or not, that is not something you should casually bring up in a conversation in front of anyone.”

“You can tell Mama Cheng that I am not going to do that anymore. And I will take this secret to my grave. Promise.”

“You better or you get into it earlier than you think. So Tim, I don’t know you very well but can I trust you to keep my family secret as well?”

Tim didn’t like the way she was looking at him. He tried not to show how unnerved he was with the look in her eye. He had faced many different villains and psychopaths. Something tells him that Marinette was better to have as an ally than an enemy.

“Yeah. Yes. Definitely. I would very much like to keep my tongue and my fingers.” He quickly replied. He was also not willing to lose any more of his body parts. Thank you very much.

“Great, now that’s settled.” Marinette put away her switchblade and clasped her hand in front of her, all the while with a smirk on her face that would not bode well for Hawkmoth. (Somewhere across Paris in his mansion, Gabriel felt a chill run up his spine.)

“Let’s get started on our game plan.”

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(Part 10)

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[choibinn3]

GET IT TOGETHER, JUNGWON!!

[ four. O_o Yang Jungwonnie ]

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⋆·˚ ༘ * in which jungwon had meant for that love letter to go to yeri, and not you—her bff. for some reason though, he finds that with each moment he spends together with you he's closer and closer to forgetting all about that damn letter.

luv note - chloe moriondo

WRITTEN PORTION. 1.9k words

btw remember that second hand embarrassment tag?? yeahh....

ps. this is bad, very, very bad and cheesy so be warned (its meant to be, but youll still feel pain lol)

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student council room.

Jungwon could feel his hands clamming up, but he instead urged himself to just swallow down his nerves. For the past week he thought the biggest worry he had was his parents and Student Council work.

Not potentially losing friendships and breaking your heart.

"Jungwon? Are you still there?" your voice asked. It was slightly muffled by the door, but still distinct. "I had to tell Hyuka to go back without me."

You, he remembered. He had to fix this. He had known you since you were both in kindergarten, incidentally somehow being in the same classes up until High School. Still, he didn't know you though.

You were closer than acquaintances, maybe a little less than friends, and definitely not more than people with mutual friends. With everything that had been happening since the Student Council election, he had assumed he'd get closer to you naturally. It just never happened though, but he enjoyed your company when he could.

Yeri on the other hand, he was connected with. Being both Student Council President and Vice President meant they worked together often, and he found himself being drawn to her sweetness. He enjoyed their dynamic and their current friendship.

The way they worked complemented each other, and she always found a way to make him smile—it seemed as though her kindness and generosity knew no bounds. Plus, she related to him in a way none of his other friends did.

Late, after class and after hours, they'd both talk casually while doing paperwork. Jungwon's parents were hardheaded and stubborn people, wanting the best for him and yet stressing him out. They were the whole reason he ran for President in the first place.

He couldn't find it in himself to hate them though.

Yeri was the same, and she supported him throughout all the difficult times he went through because of them. She was soft, so level headed, fiercely loyal, and unbelievably pretty.

They had been partners and friends for a little over a month, and Jungwon was sure he wanted to at least try with her. It was young, new and unfurling feelings, it was something he wanted to find out.

Your energetic personality was charming, but that was all it was. It didn't strike his heart in any particular way. Jungwon was almost 100% sure there was no way Yeri would ever date him after this, but he needed to prioritize your feelings currently.

He just hoped Yeri and him could still be friends afterwards though—because being a liar was the one thing Jungwon wasn't.

"Yeah," he called out, "still here. You can just come back in now."

He watched as you nervously peeled back the sliding door of the clubroom, inching inside to peer at him. You walked closer to stand in front of him, and Jungwon smiled in hopes of easing your anxiousness.

You threw one back, although a bit hesitantly. "Jungwon," you started, twiddling with your fingers. He simply watched—wanting to at least let you talk a bit. Crushing your feelings now would be nothing but brutal. "Honestly, I was really surprised with the letter. Do you... remember back in 3rd grade?"

"No? I'm sorry, I'm not good with memories from Elementary School," the doe-eyed boy replied. He was telling the truth, grade school felt like ages ago and he just hasn't had the time to reminisce on childhood memories.

You held your hands up in a defensive manner. "That's fine! Um, you like... Uhh, how do I say this..." You made gestures with your figures, hoping to convey it to him in one way or another. God, this was dumb.

Jungwon observed silently as you laughed at your own stuttering. Endearing, came to mind. That was cute.

In the Council Room and in class, you were always particularly enthusiastic and excitable. Seeing you bashful was a very different side of you for the black-haired boy.

"I sent you my own love letter once. Like, a long, long time ago, and you sort of rejected me? I think."

"You think?" The boy held back a laugh, but quickly composed himself. He wasn't laughing maliciously, just... how could you be unsure of such a thing? "I'm sorry, but I still don't remember."

"Yeah, that's fine!" You nodded, embarrassed from his almost-chuckle. You did not want to seem like an idiot in front of him today. "Actually, I don't remember much either, but you didn't reply to it."

Jungwon gazed at your brows furrowed from trying to think of more words to say, and suddenly he felt a tonne of guilt fall onto him. His expression grew solemn.

Quick, get it over with, before this would get any worse.

"Look, YN—"

He had to shut his mouth almost immediately.

"What I'm trying to say is—!" You took a deep breath. "I've liked you since then! Since years, and years ago," you finally blurted, closing your eyes as to not see his reaction.

"You're the only one I've ever felt this way towards. I thought once I grew up this warmth would just... go away, but it hasn't and I don't think it will. I was honestly going to just swallow it all down hoping I'd get over it before we graduate, but I couldn't. My feelings were overflowing—I just found myself finding more things about I liked about you instead."

Your goal today was to not embarrass yourself, but to hastily tell him you liked him too before sprinting away. It seemed as though nothing was going to plan so far, for neither of you, actually.

Jungwon was left unable to speak from your surprising declaration. You took that as a sign to continue. Whatever happened next was something for future you to panic over.

"I like your dimples, that smile you make when you're passing by strangers in the hallway, and the way your hair falls when you comb through it. You're admirable in everything you do, truly. The way you help underclassmen, the way you always make sure to assist teachers during your free periods, and how you never seem to complain or get frustrated when we make mistakes."

You had nurtured your feelings for what felt like forever. Even when you were technically rejected back then, and even now. At first, you thought that he would be a passing crush from when you were a kid—but he wasn't. He grew into his own so much so that you found yourself admiring his leadership, compassion and thoughtfulness with each day you watched him.

"I like how mature you are, how you still find the time to care for your friends even with Student Council work, the natural way you light up any room you walk into, how I could honestly hear your voice talk for hours on end, how even though we haven't spoken much you still remember my favorite color from when I told you during introductions, I'm rambling gahh, just—all of it! I like all of it, everything about you!"

Everyday of harboring your secret affections for the boy consisted of soft glances during his speeches, wishes to be able to encase his hand within yours to interlock your fingers under the table during meetings, and wantings to be more than what you were to him. It was alright for a while, but it had started to become painful.

All crushes are painful, you told yourself in 5th grade, watching him start to receive confessions from your classmates.

"—I like you! I've liked you since the 3rd grade, and so I accept! I really, really want to be with you Yang Jungwon. Please take care of me!"

They were all painful, but you were given the chance to make yours not. To make your feelings real and acknowledged, to bare yourself in front of him like a vivisection—and you were taking it. Even when you were practically trembling from the embarrassment.

Jungwon was stilled from the shock. Heeseung had already told him of your long held feelings, but hearing it from your mouth while you had your eyes shut tight made him flustered.

How were you able to do that so shamelessly? To be so vulnerable and weak in front of someone? He had to write a whole letter, albeit a bit poorly, and somehow you were able to say it all.

He's received confessions before, felt those kind of feelings, but he wouldn't have been able to yell out those sort of things ever—no matter how strong his feelings were. You were dangerously bold, he thought.

Bold enough to send a bright heat to overtake his cheeks.

You looked up finally after mustering enough courage from his lack of speaking, only to find yourself blinking at a red-faced Jungwon. Oh my God, he's blushing...! YOU did that.

The both of you stood there for a while, thinking the same thought of what is even happening? Is this real, or have I just been in a daze for the past few days? Jungwon's eyes were comically wide and his mouth was gaping, but he couldn't find it in himself to close it.

The thought made you gain confidence all of a sudden, finding the opportunity to do something you had always wanted to do. Quickly and stealthily, you went onto your tippy toes—

and kissed him on the cheek.

Jungwon felt your lips on the smooth expanse of his skin, and smelt your scent from the intimate proximity. It was a chaste gesture, almost no where close to his lips at all, but he heard his heart beating against his ribcage nonetheless. It thrummed in his ears like a drum, and he wanted to whisper for it to stop.

For it to not be swayed so easily.

It was the innocence of such a thing that got to him. Not once had Jungwon held hands, kissed, or even confessed to someone up until now. Of course, you suddenly getting so close and pecking him with your hands balled up would send his heart into a flurry.

The usually put together Student Council President in front of you let out a strangled noise from the back of his throat, the tips of his ears and face becoming rosier. His throat was closing up, God, why was his throat closing up? Not now, please. He couldn't even remember what he was meant to be saying.

You smiled at him, happy to be rendering him to such a state. It was one of the most impulsive things you've done up to date, but you couldn't find yourself regretting it.

This was what those coming of age dramas on TV were describing—it was the start of one of those cheesy, really bad High School romances. Fervent, mushy, uncertain, but so tender it made your heart ache for hours even after watching.

As you retreated slowly, he caught a glimpse of your bright eyes, downcast lashes, and—holy shit you were so close. He could see the particular way you curled your lips.

He had to hold his breath.

Jungwon watched as your expression morphed into one of slight mischievousness, and an inkling of something softer, before you dashed out the sliding doors—

"Wait!

The sudden motion made him gain his words back, but you were already through the hallways with your hand on your bag.

—leaving him with nothing but the memory and the patter of your footsteps. So fast, so much speed, were you in track? The past few seconds were nothing but a blur of confusion and feelings he didn't want felt.

What just... What just happened?

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TLDR (but whyy :( pls read it); jungwon goes to do take backsies on his confession, u kiss his cheek, he goes coocoo bananas!!!

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i wanted to emphasize how new his feelings for yeri :] if u could guess what this could mean. alsoooo... did u notice how fast this went ? i intended it to be rushed and "in the moment" like it was in the scene hehe

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Hey, can u write a one shot where poppy and mc are in relationship and poppy gets jealous and the aftermath of her jealousy😂😂

Hi, anon! I'm so sorry it took me so long in writing this 🥺

I just got re enrolled at college and getting use to the whole academic life again is quite difficult. Adding to that, I'm also working a part time job to pay the bills and let me be honest, mad respect to all of you that work and study at the same time. I don't know how you do it, I think I'm already at my limit 😥😥

Anyway, I know it sounds like a bunch of excuses, and I'm sorry...I'm trying to organize better my time so that I can write more frequently...hopefully I'll manage 🤗

Without further ado, here it is an attempt of what you asked. I hope you like it 😊

(I'm so sleep deprived that I can't come up with a name, so it is another nameless fic 😣)

Pairing: Poppy x MC (Sam/Samantha)

One of Poppy’s favorite things to do was going shopping.

She liked to try on a lot of different clothes and admire her reflection on the mirror as she posed with them on.

Sometimes Chloe and Veronica would tag along -when Poppy didn’t mind the company.

Most of the time, however, she enjoyed going alone.

There was not a single person who understood her, and it was rather tiring keeping up that “heartless” façade everyone saw of her.

Well, there wasn’t…until Sam's arrival at Belvoire.

Poppy would never -in her wildest dreams- have imagined that someone would come into her life, and be so stubborn and break down every damn wall around her heart.

Sam came like a tornado and put her life upside down. Making her way into Poppy’s heart so quickly, it was almost frightening.

Falling in love was like jumping off a cliff…you either crash and suffer heartbreak, or the one you love catches you…a frightening gamble, but she wasn’t afraid.

Poppy was certain Sam would catch her with both arms.

They went through a lot together on their junior year. Insults were exchanged, tears were spilled…and finally, a meaningful kiss was shared at the end of it.

They were the most popular couple in campus to say the least. There was always something about them on the T, and honestly, they couldn’t care less.

Being at each other’s throats because of a “crown" was but a distant memory.

Who would have known sharing the throne could feel so good?

And although Poppy was less bitchy all the time, she still couldn’t handle too much socializing in one day. Only Sam was allowed to be by her side all the time.

Especially when going shopping.

Doing her favorite thing with her favorite person sounded great.

And, Sam was happy to oblige.

At first Poppy had her doubts whether her girlfriend would enjoy going shopping, given that Carter very much loathed it. But she was happily surprised when Sam seemed to be excited about it.

Now, they were both at Poppy’s favorite mall, inside her go-to dressing shop.

She had just finished putting on a red dress, and her eyes looked at the mirror, watching as the dress hugged her body in all the right ways.

The dress was gorgeous, there was a finery in the details, as if the designer had poured their heart and soul into it.

With a smirk on her lips, Poppy stepped out of the dressing room.

The reaction was instant.

Sam took a sharp breath, and then like the moron she was, choked on air at the sight before her eyes.

Poppy rolled her eyes affectionately, internally savoring the effect she had on her girlfriend.

It took her a couple of minutes for Sam to calm her coughing, and when she did, she instantly approached the petite blonde, gently placing her hands on her hips and pulling her close.

“You’re gorgeous.”

Placing her arms lazily around Sam’s neck, she replied, “I know.”

Sam chuckled fondly and lent down to kiss her.

Poppy smiled on the kiss, and after a couple of minutes she gently push Sam away, action that made the taller girl pout.

“Come on, we still need to pick something for you.”

“I already have clothes.”

Poppy scoffed and shoved playfully at Sam’s shoulders, but still they didn’t let go of each other.

“Honestly, if it wasn’t for Wade you would’ve crashed and burned with your terrible fashion sense.”

“You like my hoodies, though.” Sam said with a cheeky grin.

A blush spread on her cheeks, knowing all too well how much she loved putting on one of Sam’s hoodies and just relax on the bed, watching a movie while cuddling together.

“Shut up.” She shoved her again.

“Fine, fine.” Sam chuckled. “You can pick something for me to wear to your party.”

With a final peck on her lips, Poppy went back inside the changing room.

She had to swat away Sam’s attempts to “help" her change her clothes. Some other time, she would’ve indulged in her girlfriend’s antics, but they were meeting their friends in an hour and Poppy wasn’t really looking forward to be teased.

Back in her regular clothes, Poppy started to look with Sam for a matching outfit for the latter.

The sorority was organizing a big party, and they had to look the part of the most powerful and popular couple in campus.

Competing with each other was a thing of the past, but that didn’t mean others could dare to take the throne from them.

Finally, a victorious smile formed on her lips as she found the perfect outfit.

As she was reaching for the outfit, her ears caught the voice of that one professor who seemed obsessed with her girlfriend.

“Sam, what a nice surprise seeing you here.”

“Oh, hi, professor Kingsley.”

With the clothes carefully folded on her arm, Poppy turned on her heels, narrowing her eyes at the sight of Ina Kingsley clearly making heart eyes at HER girlfriend.

“What are you doing here?” Ina asked.

“Shopping?” Sam replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Of course.” The older woman laughed lightly at her own dumb question. “Would you like some compa-"

And…Poppy had enough.

It was almost painful to watch such an awkward interaction. Poppy would even laugh at the professor’s hopeful glint on her eyes, if she wasn’t so pissed at the audacity of this woman.

With quick strides she reached her girlfriend and handed her the clothes on her arms.

“Try this on.” She said purposely ignoring the older woman.

Sam let out a small sigh of relief and with a cheery smile she pecked Poppy’s cheek.

“Thanks, babe. I’ll be out in a sec.”

Sam walked to the changing room, happy to leave behind that awkward encounter.

“Wait.” Poppy called before she reached the room, and Sam turned her head in curiosity.

With a smirk on her rosy lips and her eyes staring directly at Ina's, she spoke. “I’ll help you.”

Without saying anything else, Poppy walked towards the changing room, taking Sam by the hand in doing so. Leaving behind the stunned professor.

“I thought we didn’t have the time.” Sam mumbled a couple of minutes later while kissing her neck.

Poppy rolled her eyes and decided to shut her girlfriend with a kiss – it always worked.

Their friends could wait.

/

Poppy was bored and scrolling through her phone on her bed.

She didn’t have any classes that day, but Sam did.

Chloe would probably be happy to hang out before her afternoon class, but Poppy wasn’t in the mood of interacting with her friends.

She could only wait until Sam’s Anthropology class ended-

Her thoughts stopped and a playful grin formed on her lips.

/

Having classes with Ina as the professor was somewhat awkward, Sam had to admit.

From time to time she would catch her professor looking longingly at her, which she would promptly ignore.

Yes, they had a past together. But it was Ina the first one to say it couldn’t go anywhere.

It had hurt at the time, but now, Sam was happily in a relationship, and she wouldn’t change it for anything.

Taking a sip of her bottle of water – the one that Poppy made her carry around for health reasons, Sam felt her phone vibrate on her pocket. Taking it out, a smile plastered on her lips at seeing a new text from Poppy.

And when opening up the text, she chocked on her water, spilling some of it on her desk.

“Ms. Hughes, are you alright?” Ina asked worriedly. “Do you need to go to the infirmary?”

Sam would’ve rolled her eyes at the ridiculous suggestion. But right then, her thoughts were plagued with that photo Poppy had sent.

Her girlfriend was wearing a very revealing pink lingerie, one that left very little to the imagination, while accentuating Poppy’s curves.

“Yes! I’ll go to the infirmary.” She agreed with the professor and jumped out of her seat.

She quickly dumped all of her stuff on her backpack and made a beeline for the door, waving away Ina's concerns.

Her destiny was not the infirmary, but her girlfriend’s room.

Hope you enjoyed this anon, and again, I'm sorry it took so long 😣

Anyway, I'm off to sleep, my eyes are at that point they hurt just by being open...😅

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Is it too much to ask for all of them with vnc? 🙏

Not at all! <33

1. which character do you relate to the most from your fandom?

Noé! I too am easily distracted

also I hc that he has trouble telling the difference between romantic and platonic affection and, like, same

2. which character do you look the most like?

Maria! I almost forgot about her but I remember thinking we looked really similar

3. what is your favorite ship?

Take a wild guess! actually, I don't have a favorite. I like Vanoé, Roland and Olivier, Roland and Noé and Vanitas, DomiJeanne, and, of course, the disaster quartet

the ship possibilities really are endless

4. what is your favorite CANON ship?

Jean-Jacques and Chloé (they are canon, right?)

5. who is your favorite character (and maybe why?)

aaaa don't make me choose! Out of the main four I think it's a die between Domi and Noé, but sometimes that Vanitas brainrot hits hard

6. when you first think of the fandom, what image comes to mind?

How pretty both the manga and anime are. I need to make a post sometime with all of my favorite scenes

7. when did you join the fandom?

When the anime first started airing

8. WHY did you join the fandom?

I saw screenshots from the first episode, watched it, then binge-read the manga

9. what is your favorite fanfic for the fandom?

I haven't had the time to read that many fics but I'm sure there are some great ones out there!

10. what song do you associate with a ship?

To Let A Good Thing Die by Bruno Major

I don't know, imagine an alternate ending where Vanitas doesn't die and Noé is watching him walk away at the end of their journey

11. what song do you associate with a character (or 2)?

Silly Girl by Chloe Moriondo for Domi. maybe in a modern au?

Especially:

"And how could I ever think that it was meant to be? And how could I ever think that anything was made for me?"

12. favorite hc for a ship, character, etc.

Vanitas and Noé are both terrible at cooking, but Vanitas is too stubborn to learn. Amelia teaches Noé to cook in their free time

13. If you could be in the universe of the characters what would you do first?

Easy! In classic Noé fashion I would get lost wandering around all of the pretty places.

[toujoursmiraculous]

Thoughts and Reaction to Gang of Secrets!

I'm very late today at writing this because life ;-; You know it's a bigger episode when they start off with a problem. Ladybug doesn't want to detransform so she's desperate to find reasons to remain Ladybug. I love how the entire time, Chat Noir knows something's wrong and wants to get her to talk about what it is, but she just tries to pretend she's fine. If anything, Chat Noir would probably be the best person to talk to considering everything he's dealt with too both with Kagami and his responsibility as Chat! She could mention that she was seeing someone but they broke up because of her secret, and she could tell him how much being the Guardian's having an affect on her. All perfectly well and good without exposing any identities or things like that with questions for details asked. Instead she puts up a front with him and pretends she's okay in front of him and it's just so sad. :/ I understand why she doesn't, probably because she doesn't want him to know how much she's struggling. But ugh my heart hurts for her. Chat: I know where we can go where we won't have to talk! Ladybug: Yes, take me there Chat! *in the theater* Ladybug: You lead me into a trap. I MEAN HE'S NOT WRONG THOUGH! Not many places you can go where it's okay or encouraged to not talk without there being an awkward silence. But that cracked me UP. Also that casual attempt to wrap his arm around her lolol still hasn't give up, I see. I also find it simultaneously hilarious and extremely depressing that Ladybug's ranting like that in the theater because of a romance movie. When your heart is broken, that's probably the last thing you want to be doing. And Chat Noir yanking her down asking that she be quiet 😂 Literally just rants her entire love life out for everyone including Chat to hear in that theater. CHAT NOIR, YOU BETTER BE LISTENING BECAUSE SHE'S TALKING ABOUT ADRIEN HERE "She takes a long time to tell him and stutters and blah blah blah" lol sound familiar, sunshine? If anything please have him recall this later and be like, wait, didn't Ladybug say girls stutter around a guy when she likes him? BAM. Then he's off on his path towards Marinette. I can dream. Ladybug: And how do you know if he loves her? IMPOSSIBLE. Adrien: No, Marinette couldn't possibly be in love with me. *eyetwitch* But at the end of the day. This is Marinette ranting to Adrien about how she had to give up on Adrien and then couldn't make things work with Luka because of her secret. Ooof. And poor Chat having to apologize for everyone because Ladybug's disturbing them XDD THE GIRL SAVES EVERYBODY'S LIVES PRACTICALLY EVERY DAY AND THEY'RE PISSED SHE'S RUINING A MOVIE THEY CAN JUST REWATCH? 😂 She's clearly having a hard time right now, c'mon people! Chat can tell she has a broken heart. This boy is so sweet. He wants her to at least admit that and talk about it so she can feel better but you know, Ladybug's stubborn. I WANT TO GO SWIMMING LET'S GO SWIMMING CHAT, WOO HOOOOOO! Ladybug acting like Chat to hide her pain just like how Chat acts like Chat to hide his pain. YOU KNOW WHAT, IT'S FINE. :') It doesn't matter how much pain she's dealing with, those pictures mean too much to her to remove them. x3 Thanks Juleka for showing us how sad Luka is now, that's very helpful. Marinette's been going into the bathroom at school to cry, and then had planned stupid looking glasses to hide her tears so people wouldn't have to know she's cried because wearing a ridiculous pair of glasses that's embarrassing is better than being asked what's wrong. Because the pain I feel for her wasn't already enough. Ugh I adore Trixx. Trixx being the voice of reason when Tikki's not there, trying to help and letting her know that Tikki may need to rest too when she's so upset it doesn't cross her mind. And the tears in her eyes when she apologizes to Tikki for not thinking of her like she should. ;-; SO MUCH PAIN. OH DANG Alya was literally a second away from seeing a detransforming Marinette lol But she did say DETRANSFORMATION or well in the English dub it'll be "Spots

off" I love Rose, she's really sweet. and considerate But she also shouldn't be touching things in others rooms like that. I never liked it when my friends went around my room touching stuff. Also didn't help that a couple of them stole from me... but it's just not a cool thing to do. Would've probably ended up much better had she not had to desperately hide an exposed Miracle Box. But then we wouldn't have had what happens so it's all good c: Marinette saying she doesn't want to be friends with the girls anymore

It hit Alya deep. Everyone else is like *le gasp* but her eyes all shrunken like that, you can tell it really got to her hard.

This entire exchange right here. Alya's glance at her in the first picture is piercing, like I can feel that OOF feeling in my chest when I see it. The new music dramatizes it so well that a lot of people probably didn't pay attention to it the first time around. Can we just appreciate how these animators got all these emotions so right and did such a good job animating everything for us? And those that work on the music too? Everything's so spot on. Marinette's red-rimmed eyes is so well done. "No, it can't end like this!" Awww Alix getting super upset too x3 I honestly think Alix could be the next one.... you know what I mean BUT I'll wait until the end to talk about it. Trixx pulling a Plagg and rescuing Marinette! x3 I seriously love Trixx, I really do. I know the other Kwami's got mad, but if he hadn't done that it would've been disaster, probably. And the episode wouldn't have ended how it did! And Plagg knowing it was Trixx who caused the Eiffel Tower to be all weird xD Why do I get the feeling the relationship between Trixx and Plagg would be like that of Chat Noir and Rena Rouge? And I want to point out, we got 7 whole seconds of Adrien again! Aren't we lucky? The last time we got so little of Adrien in an episode was when we had his parallel episode Lies. I don't think that'll happen this time but I do hope it means more Adrien later on. Ladybug: They're after Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Chat Noir: Okay but remember everybody likes her (so don't go thinking she's a bad person for causing their akumatizations) Yes, I read between the lines. Ladybug being able to get through to Lady Wifi and have her deakumatize herself was absolutely amazing! I know Chloe was the first to fight off being akumatized but once you're akumatized it's obviously extremely hard to break. That says a lot about Alya. "Because you're an incredible friend, Ladybug." One, AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW Two, did you notice the little jerk of her head, gesturing to Ladybug like that when she said it?? It's the little details guys that make this so good. 😍 "Chat Noir, nooooo!" Guys, we got our tiny little Marichat scene! It's not actually real, but still! (okay but why do I also get this really weird feeling like something like this may end up being real later?) Alya giving Ladybug that hug 😭 Marinette has such good, supportive friends. I love them all. x.x YES THANK YOU. Alya's finally realizing there are more things going on with her than just boys. One of the things that's always irked me since Chameleon is that any issue Marinette has, be it with Lila or otherwise, she always assumes it has to do with Adrien. Of course, at the time she didn't know she was Ladybug but she should've still listened and realized there's something else up. But now she finally is noticing and I love how she was going to respect her regardless and not push. Pushing has always been one of Alya's characteristics, but she knew whatever it was was something too big and serious to push her on. "Marinette, I'm your best friend, and I always will be." 😭😭😭 This episode brought me so close to tears so many times. Marinette admitting she's keeping secrets, lying to everyone. Admitting that that's why she draws a line between her and Adrien, and why her and Luka didn't work out. Alya saying however heavy it is, they'll carry it together (MY HEART) And then Marinette saying "If I tell you, things between us will never be the same. It's going to destroy everything, change it all." It sounds like this girl is thinking about Chat Blanc and oop there's the sound of my heart breaking again. So much paaaain. "Je suis Ladybug." YESSSSSSS Why they had to leave it off on a cliffhanger But YESSSSSSS First, the expressions she had flash on her face, the gasp 😮, then the expression like she's trying to get her mind to process. Then if you notice, Marinette gives a little nod, as if letting her know that it's true. Then the way her eyebrows furrow and pulls her into the hug as she understands all that she has on her shoulders as that music plays. I'm getting

emotional just writing this. 😭 This episode is just so amazingly good in so many ways, I don't think I can actually cover it all. I'm very impressed. I've loved nearly every episode this show has put out, even those that a lot of people seem to hate. But this one, I don't see how this could actually be hated if you're trying to think of everything that happened from Marinette's point of view, her thoughts, feelings, struggles, depression. I will say, personally I hoped Chat Noir would learn who Ladybug is first. He's been such a good partner, very thoughtful, always putting his life on the line. He's also been dealing with a lot of the same struggles. I felt like he deserved to know first. However, this isn't about who deserves what, it's about what Marinette needs. It's not that she doesn't want to tell him who she is! Don't misunderstand. There are many times throughout the past 3 seasons where she wants to or regrets not being able to. But now, Chat Blanc's in her mind. She knows what could happen if she tells him with Hawk Moth still there, so she can't do it. So instead, she tries to pretend in front of him that she's fine even though talking to him about everything would help and fix so much. In her mind, that's not an option. I just hope that when he finds out she told someone else first, he doesn't think that she doesn't trust him enough to tell him. Next I thought maybe Alix. That way it'd be more understandable to Chat that she'd know, after all future Bunnyx clearly knows and said to Ladybug that she chose her because she's capable of keeping secrets (notice how Alya said that to Ladybug in the alley? I bet Alix will find out in the near future. Maybe not this season, but she'll find out.) But that's for another time. But now Alya knows! Her best friend, the one to have her back and will no doubt have it even more so now! Watch out, Lila. Alya doesn't hold back so I can imagine how vicious she could be to her (and I can't wait). And that brings up a very interesting thought. Alya will realize Adrien has been the only one to have her back in Lila situations. Why would he do that, hmm? When everyone else was so sure Lila's an angel and Marinette must be bad for saying anything negative about her. Journalist Alya, incoming! There's also the matters of Alya bringing up Marinette's feelings for Chat Noir because duh, everybody can see how much she loves him! There are even photos of them kissing, one of which happened in front of Alya's own eyes! Though affected by an akuma, they all know that kiss didn't happen because of it. And of course, Alya has brought up twice in the show so far that Adrien and Chat Noir could be the same person. And last time Alya said that neither of them could be Ladybug and Chat Noir. Except, she's now found out that Marinette is Ladybug. So maybe Adrien could after all be Chat Noir. I look forward to seeing how their new dynamic is. I wonder how this affects their relationship with the other girls. And I'm most curious about how Nino and Adrien may react to this change. I thought during Truth and Lies both that their best friends were going to find out about their breakups. Gang of Secrets was Alya finding out. Even though I feel like another parallel episode is just wishful thinking, I can't help but think it may be a possibility. Nino and the boys are going to wonder what's up with Adrien too. They're going to wonder why he's not with Kagami anymore so suddenly. So what if i the end, Chat Noir ends up telling Nino? I could see it, if this takes place shortly after Gang of Secrets, where she tells Chat that she's confided her identity in a very close friend and somehow they agree that he can tell someone too that he trusts to make it fair. It'd be an amazing way to exercise Ladybug's trust in Chat Noir too. Then we'd have both Alya and Nino in on it, keeping their best friend's secrets for them without knowing about the other one. Oh that'd be so beautiful! And also let them keep their Miraculouses too after the charms are given to them and Alya has the ability to break

free after being akumatized. I adore Rena and Carapace so much I'd be ecstatic if they kept them. 😭 Anyway, so much potential can come out of this episode and I honestly cannot wait until episode 4!!

[unchartedthelostlegacy]

Could you make an au where nadine had a bad day at work and she needs some loving and comfort, she invited the entire UC crew over to make her feel better.

(Chloe and Nadine already have an established relationship)

Chloe knew Nadine well enough. Or so she imagined. Thoughtful and practical and safety-minded, that was Nadine Ross. So she didn't expect the former mercenary to walk in at five-o-clock already massaging her forehead, throw her bag on the floor, and crack open the fridge solely to extract a can.

Chloe got up off the couch and took it away from her. "Love, what happened? This isn't like you."

"Frazer, leave it."

Nadine always thought these barked warnings would scare her off. Maybe that worked on her former soldiers. For Chloe, it just made her set the can on the counter and begin pinching Nadine's cheeks. Which set her off.

"Stop it!"

"Stop whaaaaat?"

Chloe moved onto tickling the sides of Nadine's ribs, and the ex-soldier ducked, laughing in spite of herself.

"Stop--BEING--FUCKING--CH-HEE-HEE-ILDISH!"

Nadine grabbed Chloe's wrists and pulled them away, agitated, holding them over Chloe's head.

"And that?" Chloe jerked her head at the beer on the counter. "That's not?"

Nadine shut her eyes and let out an exceptionally heavy sigh. She let go, somewhat disappointingly to Chloe, and put her face in her hands.

Translation--or was it interpreting?--that was Nadine's odd job she'd picked up for lulls between Chloe finding a credible lead on some ancient treasure for them to risk their lives finding next. Nadine knew how many languages fluently? Chloe knew this one had involved a trip to Cape Town to interpret for someone in a hospital.

And if she was being honest, Nadine might have bit off more than she could chew.

She stepped around her, patting Nadine's arms, seeing the woman give a shake of her head, face still hidden.

"I just...leave it, Frazer."

Yeah, lots more than she could chew.

Chloe snorted before she pulled Nadine into her arms, rubbing her muscly back and resting her chin on Nadine's shoulder.

"Chloe?"

Nadine's arms had come around and held Chloe in return, and Chloe squeezed even tighter, feeling Nadine's ear leaning against hers. No, Nadine wouldn't want to talk about it. Unfortunately.

Nadine was a marshmallow. Chloe, well, she was a Toblerone. If anyone could take listening to whatever disturbing experience Nadine had been unlucky enough to be a part of, it was her. Oh well.

Chloe maneuvered her partner back over to the couch and pulled her into her lap, laying kisses across Nadine's wet cheeks and snuggling her in close.

"Your phone is ringing."

It was the first thing Nadine had said in minutes, sniffling, her voice strained and tight, and making Chloe's heart go out to her even more before she parsed the words.

Chloe pulled her in close and glanced at the lit screen on the coffee table. It was set to vibrate, and was buzzing, but her hands were full, as it were. "I...don't think they'll mind me calling back, love."

"Chloe, just pick it up."

Stubborn dickhead.

Chloe rolled her eyes as she reached over. It was Sam. Great. Nadine's favorite people in the world, the Drakes. Maybe he had a lead, though. Maybe it was someplace nice she could whisk Nadine to.

"Chloe!" Sam's entire tenure as a consumer of prisons and cigarettes were evident in his voice. "Been trying to reach you for hours, fuck."

"Was it important?"

Chloe felt Nadine shaking with suppressed laughter.

"Oh for crissake--it's Elena. She says we need enough to play this board game she just got--I don't even--listen Chloe, there's some weird shit she's into."

Board games? Nadine had about a dozen well-worn ones stacked on her bookshelves. "Sam, board games don't even go close to 'weird shit' on my radar. Trust me."

"But she wants everyone to play this one. There's a haunted house and one of us gets possessed and kills everyone else and--Jesus, Chloe, it's some bad shit."

"Betrayal at the house on the hill," Nadine muttered. "Hate to say it but he's right."

Chloe looked in her direction--being that Nadine was glued to the side of her neck--with a raised eyebrow.

"Okay, Sam...what are we going to do?"

---

"Okay this game is SO fun," Elena said, taking off the top of the box. "Thank you everyone for coming!"

Not everyone at the table was exactly thrilled with everyone else being there, but they certainly had enough players, now. The Drake brothers looked like they were about to get shot. Which--Nadine could kill them in so many ways without a gun, Chloe thought, but wasn't likely to do that, what with her ubiquitous soccer cousins flanking her.

Matthew and David's mother had insisted they come, as Nadine had them every weekend, and besides maybe this game's undertones of the macabre would jump-start their interest in improving their English at school.

Chloe had been helping them with it recently, before Nadine took them to do free kicks at the pitch. They were glaring at each other as they placed their figures on the hexagonal board and adjusted the dial according to Elena's cheerful and detailed instructions.

"So these are house room tiles!" Elena said brightly, holding one up. "This one is for the top floor, see, and this one's for the basement, which we can access by finding a staircase--"

Nathan had excused himself from the table ("ha ha, I can just watch the first round, right?") due to the six-player limit being reached with Elena, Chloe, Sam, Nadine, Matthew, and David. Chloe was almost certain he was either scared of the game's setting or scared to play badly in front of Elena, who shot him occasional glares.

"So you get to draw a card when there's an event," Elena was saying, as her husband placed a pitcher of lemonade on the table and started filling everyone's glasses. "And if it's an item you can use it, but you can also get a curse--"

The instructions were bleeding into each other as Chloe looked down at her plastic figure and strange hexagon card where her "sanity stats" were measured by a plastic arrow, among others.

"You get all that, love?" she whispered over David's head to Nadine, who was rubbing at the inside corner of her eye. "Don't do that!" she clasped Nadine's hand and pulled it away.

"Chloe?" Elena said from the head of the table. "Don't make me turn you into a swarm of fire-bats."

Sam said, "Can I switch with Nate?"

"No, you can't," Elena said through her teeth at her brother-in-law. "He will play the next game."

"We're playing another after this?"

"Let's go, let's go!" Matthew said, almost angrily, as if he desperately wanted to be possessed and sic the fire-bats on his brother. Which he probably did.

"That's the spirit, Matt!" Elena said, and their game began. Chloe took a long sip of lemonade, wishing it was something stronger.