#it was good for max bc he is The Liar Of All Time and agreeing along with solas about how cool everything was

[potatoesandsunshine]

max trevelyan... now we would not say he is doing "well"

[kayzis]

more ideas about my lil stardew family to expand upon this post, bc I realised I wrote mostly about lumi and not leah or the kids and I don’t know if you can do multiple readmores. bc I’m sill inept at tumblr :’D

i touched on it in the caption of that drawing, but while it goes without saying they adore their parents equally, cassie is a mamas girl and max is lumi’s boy. Cassie needs someone who can keep up with her high energy and her interests and hobbies just align better with Leah’s. While lumi is ok with kids, she tends to treat them like tiny adults sometimes - leah is better at indulging their childlike nature. Plus lumi is…. sleepy. Always. Leah can match Cassie’s energy so much easier.

max meanwhile is so lowkey and reserved but also weird that he gels super well with Lumi’s way of socialising. He could bring her a duck feather he found and where Leah would be like, “oh, look at that, that’s amazing, well done, let’s put it on the mantlepiece” Lumi would be like, “yo, sick find lil guy”

The first time Cassie goes to the mines, it’s actually when she follows Lumi despite being told no. Lumi finds her and is about to tell her off, because the mines are too dangerous for a kid!! but then she sees Cassie’s bag is just full of ores and rare gems and mushrooms and Lumi’s like ……… alright clearly my kid is a fucking metal detector. And a truffle hog. how are you doing this

leah is beside herself with worry and does the whole, flip out and scold the kid when the pair get back. and Lumi doesn’t try to bail Cassie out - she’s a terrible liar and knows Leah would see right thru it. so she makes Cassie explain herself. But after they put the kids to bed Lumi shows Leah Cassie’s haul. and then Leah’s all, okay. are you asking me to reconsider not allowing our six year old down into the mines.

Maybe lumi is, maybe she isn’t. All she’s saying is that she does still have an old dagger she could give to cassie.

leah comes around to it eventually, knowing that cassie will just follow Lumi whenever she knows she’s going to the mines, even after telling her no. she agrees to let her go so long as they never go any deeper than the grassy caverns, and cassie is to stay in the elevator until Lumi has cleared every monster out of the cave first.

on days like that, max will hang out with Leah. he loves to bake, specifically bread. them little hands were made for kneading. he just loves that dough. While max doesn’t really do much art other than drawing, he does like to watch leah paint. he gives her good constructive criticism. this is how her bird paintings usually end up with hats on.

idk how exactly to broach the topic of whether or not these kids would play with jas and vincent. I mean they’d get along fine, but with the way the game’s time progression works, and the fact that I don’t really know those kids’ canon ages?? it’s a tough one. I’d love it if Cassie was their age and max was just a bit younger, but that straight up isn’t how time works lol. by the time Cassie’s born, even at their conceivably youngest, jas and Vincent would be like…. 11. or maybe they’re like ash Ketchum and they stay the same age forever so Cassie can catch up to them :’)

[jj-5656]

Liar.

With; Frank Castle (Punisher)

A/n: alright watching daredevil has led me to this. And yes he is a mass murderer but he has a pretty good cause so…yeah. Thank you all so much for the recent love. I appreciate it more than you know, enjoy!

Warnings: A lot of angst bc it just makes sense, long haired Frank (aka read at own risk) HAVENT PROOF READ YET BUT POSTING ANYWAY

The incessant sound of the pouring rain relaxes your nerves. Your apartment is practically pitch black, only illuminated by the television and the moonlight outside. The clock below the screen you’re currently entranced by reads 12:30, and you curse your anxiety that’s currently keeping you awake. You’ve seen Harry Potter plenty of times, but it happens to be a comfort movie of yours that makes the rainy evening feel less lonely. Max, the pitbull you and your boyfriend have taken in and come to love, is curled up at your feet. You adjust yourself, giving him a quick pat before checking your phone for what’s probably the hundredth time in the past couple days.

You and Frank had gotten in an argument. It was trivial, he’d come home after a long day of who knows what and you had just started dinner after a long day of work. You’d left the door unlocked, something he’d reprimanded on multiple occasions. He was paranoid, and sure he had a right to be. But you were tired, and he’d tracked snow into the house because he’d forgotten to take off those damned boots that you’d reprimanded him for a billion times. So you’d both been exhausted, overworked and overwhelmed with life and had ultimately taken it out on each other. A multitude of small grievances had built up and it ended up in a fiery combat of quick-witted, childish digs at one another. He’d left your shared apartment just as soon as he’d arrived, snatching his keys off the counter and muttering a “I’m going to cool off.” Just in time for the pot of boiling water on the stove to boil over, in which you’d burned yourself in the effort to turn it off. The water had stung even more than his angered gaze, the pain of your singeing skin and heavy heart had caused you to burst into tears. Max, who’d been hiding out in the bedroom, slowly padded over to nudge your shaking legs with his snout.

That’d been a couple days ago, and Frank had yet to return from his drive. A year and a half ago, his sudden absence wouldn’t have surprised you. But that was before you had gotten together, and since then you had made sure to establish proper communication. If he ever got caught up with ‘work,’ he was supposed to send you a text or give a quick call to keep you in the loop. And he’d done a great job the past year. Though much like your absent-minded forgetting to lock the door, he’d sometimes forget to update you.

But this was different, you always agreed to never leave each other without a grievance being solved. Never go to bed angry at one another, never leave the house without a kiss goodbye, in case it was the last time. He promised. And sure, it was a little morbid. But you’ve both lost a lot in life, so good-termed goodbyes were important.

You cringed at the taste of copper stinging your tongue. The swollen piece of lip which you’d been chewing on these past two days had finally broken skin. You dab at cut with the sleeve of his crew neck enveloping your body. You were pissed, but the collar still smelt like him, and you missed him. A lot. Max’s head perks up at the sound of keys jiggling in the (locked, you asshole) door. He scrambles from the couch, crossing the short distance to the front hallway just in time for the door to swing open. The sound of boots dropping to the floor almost makes your lips quirk into a smile, one that dissipated the second you read his body language. He’s soaked from head to toe, heavy breathing no doubt from racing up the four flights of stairs it takes to get to your home.

“What’s wrong?” Your eyes follow his towering frame race around the apartment.

“Where’s the duffel bag I bought you?” Alright, at the very least a ‘hey, sorry for ditching and scaring the shit out of you,’ would have sufficed.

“Bedroom closet, why?” You repeat your questioning, following his tail when he heads straight to your shared room. Tossing folded sweaters onto the floor to get to the few bags that sit at the top shelf of the closet.

“Alright. Where the hell have you been asshole? And what the hell are you doing?” You step in front of him the minute he turns to place the bags on the bed. He stops just in time not to tackle you, gabbing at your shoulders so you don’t fall. His eyes are focused, but you know him enough to see the panic behind them. It makes your stomach drop.

“Sweetheart, I know we’re not on good terms right now-”

“Understatement of the year.” He only sighs, ceasing his hurried movements as his eyes lock with yours. Hands moving your hips to grab your attention.

“You have every right to be pissed at me. And you can chew me out later. But baby, we need to get out of the city for a couple days. I have a cabin upstate that we can go to-”

“Wh-what are you talking about? What happened?” He sighs again, reminding himself of the doghouse he’s in that will only get worse if he’s angered at your interrupting.

“I can tell you everything in the car, but please help me pack so we can get going.” You scoff, arms shooting up to rub at your temples with an exhausted huff. His heart wrenches, and he hates himself for what he’s put you through.

“I’m sorry baby, for a lot of things. I know this isn’t fair.” His hands move to hold your head, moving his head to force your eyes on his. “But please, help me get some bags together?” Your eyes try to avoid his big, brown, frustratingly convincing ones as you attempt to remove yourself from his grasp. Your hands wrap around his wrists to pull them away, but he forces your bandaged one back to his hold.

“Hey, hey. What happened?” His tone is soft, the one he only uses around you. His fingers trace the intricate gauze pattern, one you only could have learned from patching his up so many times.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You almost regret the words the second they leave your mouth, heart wrenching at the hurt that envelopes his face. He tightens his grip on your hand, too stubborn not to get an answer. You only sigh, averting your eyes from his to surpress the tightening of your throat.

“I burned myself. Not a big deal, it was small.”

“How?”

“I was making dinner, water boiled over. Really it was nothing.”

“And you took care of it correctly?”

“Ran it under cold water for ten minutes. Made sure it was clean. Applied aloe and re-applied every other hour. Took Advil. Not my first rodeo.” He forces out a small huff of amusement, and a part of you wishes he wouldn’t let you go. Reluctantly, you pull away. Putting as much space between yourself and him to keep yourself from embracing him and forgetting anything even happened. His stomach drops at your cold nature, though he knows it’s well deserved.

You work in silence, mind racing with essentials you’ll need, along with a few of Max’s favorite toys and treats. Frank darts around the apartment and gathers his own necessities, checking the amount of ammunition in the various artillery hidden around the house as if it’s second nature.

You’re out the door in minutes, Frank holds an umbrella over your head as you triple check the bags, he doesn’t even seemed phased at the freezing rain that pours down on him. You’d tried to get him to get under the umbrella to no avail. The bastard was stubborn, especially when it came to chivalry.

The drive is silent the first 20 minutes, Max lays sound asleep in the back as you sit in the passenger side. Texting friends and family about a ‘surprise trip’ Frank planned for the weekend. He studies you, the overwhelming guilt he’s been feeling these past days multiplying at the notion of you having to lie to your loved ones. He’s put you through this, and he can’t forgive himself for letting you love him.

“Can you tell me what’s going on now?” Frank glances from the road to look at you, his grip on the wheel tightening.

“It’s…Honestly safer you don’t know.” He winces at your amused scoff, throwing your arms up in exasperation.

“Are we still doing this? You’re gonna get into trouble and take us to some safe house I had no idea existed after disappearing for three days?” He purses his lip, you’re partly satisfied you’ve left him speechless. “It’s not even about you not telling me what you got into, honestly. I know you’d prefer to keep me out of it.” You admit, nursing the sides of your head at the feeling of an oncoming migraine. “It’s the fact that you went A-wall. You know how shitty that is?”

“Y-yes. Yeah.”

“Obviously not, or else I wouldn’t have been worried sick these last few days.”

“Can you just let me-”

“What, explain? You lost the communication privilege when you left without a fucking word. Or at the very least, a text letting me know you were safe. You were alive.” Your voice breaks at the end of your sentence, and Frank swallows to suppress the rage that boils in his stomach when he sees a tear slip down your cheek. He hates to see you cry. Despises when he’s the one that’s caused it. “Are we far enough to stop?”

“The house is another hour out.” Frank looks in the review out of habit, glancing over at your trembling form.

“Can we stop for a second?”

“I’d feel better if we got to the house-”

“Pull over.”

“No.”

“Frank-”

“I said no, damnit!” His fist collides with the dash board, you and Max jolt at the sound.

“Francis Castiglione, pull this car the fuck over!” Fury makes your blood run hot, you’re too overwhelmed to think straight.

Now, Frank Castle is not a man that lets anyone force him to do something. Ever. Unless, of course…it’s you. Muttering a series of unintelligible curse words, he swiftly pulls the car to the side of the road. Not expecting you to throw open the door and jump out of the truck and onto the side of the road. Thundering rain beginning to consume your clothes.

“Jesus Christ. Max, stay.” He immediately follows you, yelling after you to cease these antics. “Hey, hey! Don’t walk away from me? You hear me?” He’s yelling over the rain, pissed off at your unpredictable actions. You spin on your heel at his words, trudging through the mud to close the space between you.

“Oh, so you don’t want me to walk away? Don’t want me to up and leave when things get hard? Well welcome to the fucking club.”

He shakes his head with a scoff, crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s not fair. You know that’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it? We agreed when we moved in together to never abandon each other. To work through every argument and never leave angry, ever. You promised, you fucking promised me! Did that mean nothing to you? You think it’s okay to leave me pacing the fucking apartment for days on end, pleading and begging that you’d walk through that door? You’re a liar, and you betrayed your word. Betrayed me.” You poke at his chest to emphasize your words, teeth clenched with rage.

“You think I want this for you? I can’t keep an eye on you if I’m out of the city, I need you to be with me so I know you’re okay. I hate that you have to be involved in this, and I fucking despise myself for putting you through all of this. You deserve better, I know that!”

“But I chose you! What makes you think this is one sided? I knew what I was signing up for when I fell in love with you, I chose this! But I can’t do this if you just randomly go A-wall like that! You can’t even begin to imagine how scared I was. This incessant, debilitating nausea while I sat beside the police radio.” You shake your head with a cold, disingenuous laugh. Biting down on the cut on your lip and cringing at the pain. “I’ve memorized your fucking height, weight, any other descriptive features if god forbid you were found dead. You can’t do that to me Frank. I mean I physically will not be able to handle that again.” You choke back a sob into your soaked sleeve, arm shooting out to prevent his embrace.

All he wants is to hold you. To beg you to forgive him for what he’s done. He won’t ever deserve you, but he’ll fight like hell to make it up to you. He reaches for you again, taking a small step back when you shove at his chest.

“You don’t get to hug this better! You promised, you promised me. And you fucking left me!” Warm tears mix with the freezing rain running down your skin, and your hits get harder, more desperate as your body racks with sobs.

“Hey, stop it. Just stop, please.” He’s able to grab hold of your wrists, pulling your trembling frame to his. Wincing when you struggle in his hold.

“You promised.” You mutter through chattering teeth. The adrenaline and anger finally succumbing to the cold.

“I know, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Frank is sure he can feel his heart split in half, getting on his knees as your legs give out. You’re exhausted, not having slept more than in hour in three days has finally caught up to you. And every bone in your body begs for rest.

“Please don’t leave again. Not like that.” You shove your face into his neck, allowing yourself to hold him for the first time in what feels like forever.

“I won’t, I’m sorry sweetheart. So fucking sorry.” He mutters into your drenched hair, vowing to himself to never do this to you again.

Eventually, he gets the two of you back into the car. Pulling you into his lap in the passenger’s seat. Silently greeting a very concerned Max. Brows furrowing when the dog stills at his touch. He shakes it off, grabbing the fleece blanket from the other side of the back seat and wrapping you in it.

“You’ll catch a cold.”

“I’m fine Frank.”

“Just let someone take care of you for once, yeah?” He says sternly. Tugging the fabric around you tighter and rubbing your back to warm you. Relieved you’ve managed to calm down.

“We’re soaked.” You hiccup a laugh between cries and feel him chuckle under you.

“So much for the fucking umbrella. Your crazy ass is gonna catch your death running out like that.”

“Can you blame me? You’ve managed to drive me nuts this week.”

“No, I blame me. I’m sorry baby, really.” He mumbles out the last part between kisses to the crown of your head, petting Max’s head that pops between the two front seats to check on you. Max looks to you for permission, only licking Franks hand when you give him a curt nod.

“You’re only gonna love on me when she says it’s okay? You’re a traitor, you know that you mutt?” Despite his aggressive words, he plants a kiss to the dogs head, who licks at the rain droplets on your cheek.

“I told him we were mad at you. Your loyalty lies with mom, huh buddy?” You scratch at the special spot behind his ear with a smile. For the first time in days, Frank feels warm.

“I missed that.” He mutters almost to himself, not expecting you to look up in question.

“Missed what.”

“That pretty smile of yours, could kill me.” He whispers out, thumb tracing your bottom lip gently.

“Smooth, Castle. You’re still in the dog house. Max gets your side of the bed tonight.”

“Okay, that’s fair. Let the kiss-ass have my girl for the night.” He nudges Max’s side with his elbow, chuckling when the dog only licks at his ear. You sigh, finally warming up with the help of their presence. In the middle of an empty road in up-state New York, in the middle of the night, you’re a little family. A fucked up, undoubtedly dysfunctional, but nevertheless loving family.

You take the rare occasion of peace to study him. The small light on the roof of the car is all that illuminates Franks face, your eyes trace each and every one of his features. Your favorite scars, the shadows and highlights of his beautiful silhouette. You’re still both soaked, but you don’t think you’ve felt this comfortable in a long time. Absentmindedly, your fingers trace his sharp jaw, grabbing his attention from Max as his tired eyes reach yours.

“When was the last time you slept?” You mutter through hooded eyes, stoking his bruised jaw. He glances at you, eyes leaving you to look back at the rain pattering on the road ahead.

“D’know, never sleep well when you’re not there.” He confesses simply, subconsciously pulling you closer to his chest.

“Feeling is mutual.” Is all you can muster through a heavy yawn.

“Close your eyes baby. Get some sleep.” He orders through a gentle kiss to your cheek. You shake your head, despite your eyes being closed already.

“Don’t want you to have to stay up and drive alone.”

“I won’t be, I have Max. And besides, you need the rest more than I do. Sleep for me, please. Cant have you losing any more rest because of me.” He runs his thumb over your eyebrows and cheekbones, knowing it sends you to slumber almost instantly.

“Y’sure?” You move closer into his neck, gathering as much warmth as you can from him.

“Positive.” He doesn’t even have to carry on before you’re fast asleep, no doubt exhausted from all that’s ensued.

He turns on the radio as the storm carries on. Taking a few minutes to ensure you’re fully asleep before shuffling out from under you to start driving again.

“C’mere Max. Keep your mama warm for me.” The raven-haired man softly pats the space beside you. The dog does as told, stepping over the glove compartment and curling into your side now that Frank’s fully reclined your seat. He rests his head on your thigh, shuffling closer into you as if he’s also trying to enjoy the newfound warmth.

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The storm has finally ceased once the car pulls in the gravel driveway. Quietly, Frank leaves the car to give the quaint cabin a once-over. Ensuring it’s clear of any unlikely danger before heading back to get you and your bags. He’s careful not to wake you, slipping one arm under your knees and the other just below your arms. You don’t stir until he’s placed you on the bed, pulling off your shoes before going back out the door to get the bags. Max follows him each of the two trips, making sure to stay by his side as any hood guard dog would. When Frank returns, you’ve remained passed out, damp clothes still on. Reluctantly, he puts a hand on your waist to wake you, smiling when you finally stir.

“You’re gonna get sick in this wet clothes, hun.” He speaks softly into the shell of your ear, chuckling when he’s successfully woken you with the ticklish feeling.

“Let me get sick then.” You grumble into your pillow, groaning when he rises from the mattress and tugs your ankles to get you to the edge of the bed.

“Just get out of those and put this on. Then you can go right back to bed, yeah?”

“Mmph.” He rolls his eyes fondly at your grumpy demeanor, beginning to change into new clothes of his own. Watching as you discard the garments he’s laid out for you on the bed that belong to you. Ruffling through his bag to find one of his long-sleeves and a pair of boxers.

“Y’know, you might as well start buying mens clothes in my size if you’re just gonna steal all my shit.”

“Not the same.” You quip instantly, collecting the both of your discarded piles of clothes and searching the dim house.

“Where’s the washer and dryer?” He chuckled to himself, taking the clothes from you and heading past the kitchen.

“Forgot you’ve never been here.” You trail behind him, surveying the rooms curiously. It’s definitely bigger than your apartment, but not as large as the average home. You lean against the doorway as he starts the load of wash, too focused on the task to notice you studying him.

“Get back to bed.” He fiddles with buttons, muttering a curse under his breathe at the old machine. You step in front of him, easily turning it on with a triumphant smirk.

“Show off.” Is all he says, the two of you smiling when you come to face him. Running you hands trough his now dried hair. Without thinking, he leans into your touch. Humming as his hands reach your hips.

“We should both go to bed, we need the sleep.”

“I still have to unpack some things. Then get a few affairs in order.” His eyes wander around the room, and you can practically see his mind running with unnecessary tasks.

“Nope, you’re going to bed. We can worry about it in the morning.”

“Y/n/n.”

“We’re safe, right?” You raise your brows knowingly, continuing massaging his scalp as he nods. Brown eyes blinking increasingly slow as you work.

“Then we’re going to bed, cmon.” He doesn’t fight when you tug him back to the kitchen. Two of you laughing when you try to remember which door led to the bedroom. He pushes at your hips to lead you the right way, not surprised to see Max curled at the bottom of the bed.

He can eventually fully relax once you’ve all settled in. All doors and windows double-checked to ensure they’re locked. When you settle in on your side, an arm wraps around you to pull your body close. You shift to face him, leaning into the hand that strokes at your cheek.

“I’m sorry.” Your heart wrenches at how solemn he sounds in the dark of night, pulling his hand to your lips to kiss his rough palm.

“I know.”

He sighs, and despite the lack of light you can feel his eyes on your lips. Tension building when he inches his head closer to yours.

“Frank Castle, are you trying to kiss me?”

“Maybe.”

“When you’re in the dog house?” Your tone is teasing, but it nevertheless adds to his frustration when you let him chase your lips. He lets out a ‘hmph’ silence filling the air after you release a small laugh.

“…Please?” He whispers so you can just barely hear, a smile enveloping your features as you nod. Letting your lips collide for what you realize is the first time in days. He seems to realize at the same time, deepening the embrace with a satisfied smirk. You’re the first to pull away, both breathing heavily to capture air.

“Alright, go to sleep Castle.” You press a gentle kiss to his jaw, shuffling your head into his chest with a contented sigh.

“Yes mam.”

Part Two

Masterlist

[vegalocity]

The Tinkerer (Red Groom AU)

It took me a hot second to decide who i wanted to be Miracle Max because there was no way I WASN'T gonna put that scene in this AU

I decided on Syntax bc the other spiders haven't shown up yet and so why not

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The house was little more than a glorified workshop; there were shelves of research notes and half finished odds and ends puled up on an open wall near the back, and Xiaojiao was unsure of whether they should be approaching the front door or coming in through the workshop area. Especially since the front door had a very clear 'No Longer In Business' sign hanging from it.

All the same it seemed like Sandy had all the confidence in the world in this 'Tinkerer' as he was known. As his usual grin didn't waver as he shifted his grip on the Not-Monkey King's body and approached the front door. Xiaojiao fell into step beside him of course, and upon Sandy's polite knock stationed herself between her friend and the question of what will be coming next.

A small peek window opened and Xiaojiao was suddenly making eye contact with a pair of very bright green eyes, nearly bioluminescent in their vibrancy, surrounded by a pale purple complexion not unlike the late Spider Queen's.

“We're closed.” The Demon stated firmly.

“Are you The Tinkerer?” She asked in reply.

The demon at the door snarled with a mouth of sharp teeth. “I was. And thank you for reminding me of what that wretched Prince did to my reputation, Why don't you throw a handful of dirt in my face while you're at it! Scram.” he shut the peek window. And Xiaojiao was far less polite when she knocked.

“I said beat it! Or I'm calling the brute squad.” The Tinkerer opened the little window again and glared her down, but Sandy leaned in at the offer.

“I'm on the brute squad.” he waved.

“You are the brute squad.” The Tinkerer agreed.

“Look, we heard you were one of the best healers in the region with your experiments and we're in desperate need.” Xiaojiao tried again.

“What part of 'was' did you not understand? Past tense. I'm Not in that business anymore. Besides-” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Why would you want a disgraced tinkerer to have a look at whoever you've got in mind anyway? I might kill them.” he said that last part in a mocking tone, clearly imitating the Prince in the false posh accent. The only thing stronger then The Tinkerer's sarcasm seemed to be his bitterness.

“He's already dead?” She tried one last time, and this time the Tinkerer seemed interested. He leaned forward a bit to peer at the Not-Monkey King.

“He is, hm?” He paused for a second, eyes flicking into nothing as he thought something over, before eventually shrugging. “Sure, bring him in. I'll take a look.”

The little home indeed was as small as the door implied, and in the living space there was in fact an extra door that lead to the outside workshop area.

Scanning the room for anything flat enough to lay the Not-Monkey King down on, Xiaojiao eventually started to clear the table of books—and there were many books in this house.

“Careful with those!” The Tinkerer chided but as she turned to hand them off instead of a more average demon aggravated and ready to take the tomes from her, she was met with a pair of metallic prongs infront of her, not dissimilar to the legs of a spider demon, and peering to the side a bit she saw that indeed, they were sprouting from The Tinkerer's back.

...Huh... Spider Queen had let on that she was the only spider demon in the area, to think there was another of her kind so nearby without her knowledge before she'd died... The Tinkerer's spider legs sprouted from his back which WAS a little odd since she'd always been told the hips were the usual area for spider legs, but he was using the other pair to better arrange the table for Sandy to put Not-Monkey King down onto it, so it didn't seem like they were a hindrance. She placed the books in the spare two prongs and said tomes were carefully deposited on an empty chair.

The Tinkerer strode over to the body and hemmed and hawed for a moment. “Well I've certainly seen worse.” He continued to prod at the body, and the running clock began to hold over Xiaojiao's head.

“Sir we're in a rush here-”

“Never rush a scientist, Miss.” The Tinkerer responded evenly. “Nothing makes an experiment go wrong quicker than rushing the scientist.” He fretted over the body a little longer, and his attention was on the corpse still as he spoke again.

“So how much is this worth to you both?”

“All we've got is Sixty-five.”

The Tinkerer scoffed. “I never work for so little.” He paused for a moment, considering. “Except for that one time, but that was a very noble cause.”

Xiaojiao thought fast “Sir this is a noble cause.” Though no one ever said she was any good at improvising. “His wife cannot leave the house after the accident, children on the brink of starvation-”

The Tinkerer was unmoved. “You're not a gifted liar, are you?”

Fine, if she couldn't make this happen with sympathy she may as well tell the truth. “I need him to help me avenge my father. Murdered these last ten years-”

“Your first story was better.” The Tinkerer cut her off with a scoff. “Probably owes you money, doesn't he?” he turned away from the body to rummage through a crate of strange looking devices. “Now where did I put the- Ah.” He pulled out a pump looking thing. “Well if you're not going to be giving me a straight answer I'll ask him myself.” Her thoughts spluttered for a moment.

“He-... He's dead he can't speak-”

The Tinkerer chuckled. “Oh, so now you're the expert, miss?” he shook his head. “No, your friend here is only mostly dead.” He began to turn a few knobs on the device before gently prying the Not-Monkey King's mouth open. “There's a very distinct difference between mostly dead and all dead you see.” He began to turn the crank on the device and slowly the Not-Monkey King's chest began to inflate. “If he were all dead there'd only be one thing to do.”

“What would that be?”

The Tinkerer smirked “Go through his pockets and see if there's anything worth selling. But Mostly Dead, is Slightly Alive. So there's far more options.”

Soon enough he stopped turning the crank and lifted the device from the Not-Monkey King's mouth. After handing the device off to Sandy, whom helpfully carefully set it back inside the box, the Tinkerer leaned in close to the body.

“Hey! Hello in there! Hey- What's so important? You got anything here worth living for?” he then placed both hands and two of his spider legs onto the Not-Monkey King's chest and pushed.

At first the wheezing noise didn't sound like much of anything, but then Xiaojiao was able to make out-

“'True Love'! You heard him!” She leaned forward to examine the body herself for a moment, but other than the faintest moving of his words, the Not-Monkey King remained still. And peeking back up at the Tinkerer he looked pale, mauve skin suddenly more of a sickly lavender. “You couldn't ask for a more noble cause than that, sir.”

“Well Miss, true love certainly would be a noble cause of all noble causes.” He agreed, before blinking once and shaking his head. “But that's not what he said! I've been hearing mostly dead groans for the better side of thirty years now, and I know 'To blave' when I hear it.” He waved a hand dismissively as he turned away from her. “And since you seem like those whom may not know 'To Blave' is an archaic way to say 'to bluff'. So here's my read on things, you lot were gambling on something or another and he was cheating so-”

“Oh for the love of- You CanNOT be serious, Syntax!” a raspy voice piped up, and emerging from one of the small rooms was another spider demon, this one looking far more traditional, with the obvious mandibles and four green eyes instead of The Tinkerer's two.

“Huntsman I am in the middle of something can you just-”

“You're in the middle of making yourself look like an obstinate fool that's what you're in the middle of!” The other spider, Huntsman, approached and grabbed The Tinkerer (Syntax apparently) by the arm. “What kind of coward has my brother turned into that he can't even say the truth when he refuses to do what he poured his life's work into?!”

“You have no idea what you're talking about-”

“You head him,You know what he said-” Huntsman turned to the two of them and were it not for the sadistic gleam in his eye Xiaojiao would have thought he was honestly trying to help them. More likely he just wanted to see his brother squirm. “He's turned into a coward ever since the prince fired him! He's been stuck in a rut for months now!”

“Hey! You said you wouldn't bring that up! You swore you'd let that drop!” The Tinkerer's voice went shrill with anger, and the smirk on Huntsman's face widened, showing off his far more pronounced fangs.

“What? That you got fired? You got fired!” and then in a routine Xiaojiao would more expect out of a play than from a pair of fully grown brothers, Huntsman began to chase Syntax around the little room, loudly crowing 'Fired' over and over again while Syntax made vague noises of distress. Eventually Huntsman got hold of his brother again, and this time he maybe actually looked concerned.

“What would mother say if she saw you puttering about like this?! You know how much she went on about 'True Love' and all that ilk! And Sure Goliath was the only one who ever believed her, but you don't even have the decency to say why you won't help?!” Syntax had his hands clapped over his ears and seemed to be trying to loudly tune Huntsman's words out. “What, one good for nothing Prince gives you the boot and you don't have a reputation anymore?! Where in the world did your Spider Pride run off to because sure as anything else it ain't here anymore!” Wait he meant THIS prince, right?

“This man is Red Son's lover!” she cut in. “If you heal him he'll stop at nothing to stop the Prince's wedding!”

That gave both spider brothers pause, and something sparked to life behind Syntax's expression, he took a step away from his brother and leaned over the Not-Monkey King's body to lean in close to Xiaojiao.

“Hold on, hold on. I heal him and the Prince suffers?”

Xiaojiao leaned in and shot him as big a smirk as she could muster. “What's more humiliating than having your groom run off on the day of your wedding? He'd be mortified.” Syntax smiled back at her, and cackled.

“Now that is a noble cause.” a pair of his spider legs rummaged through the bin again before pulling out a set of adjustable glasses. “Give me the sixty-five, I'm on the job.”

“You're welcome.” Huntsman sarcastically called out before sitting down in a nearby chair and crossing his legs.

Sandy seemed to take an interest in him, wandering over beside the spider and striking up conversation, but Xiaojiao had her eyes on the Tinkerer, and her hopes.

–

“So that's gonna heal him up?”

“Something along those lines. He'll be more alive than he is now.” By this point all three of them were leaned in watching The Tinkerer put his last touches on the cure pill.

“Huh, chocolate coating and everything” Huntsman chiming in every so often for color commentary. “Of course you're enough of a petty bastard to pull out all the stops for revenge.”

“You should wait about fifteen minutes so everything's got time to settle.” Syntax continued as though he hadn't spoken, finishing up the pill and sliding it into a leather pouch. “Oh, and don't let him go swimming for awhile, about an hour or so.” He handed the pouch to Xiaojiao whom quickly slid it into her pocket, and Sandy lifted the body beneath his arm again.

“Thank you so much for this Tinkerer.”

Syntax rolled his eyes. “Just make sure someone sees the Prince suffering so you can send me a letter detailing it.”

And then they were off.

“Don't die!” Huntsman called out as they left.

“Have fun storming the castle!” Syntax added on.

–

“Think it'll work?”

“Do I look like a miracle worker to you?”

–

But soon enough they were at the mouth of the mountain entrance. A small wall the only separating Xiaojiao, Sandy, and their only hope from what was supposed to be about 30 demons.

Key word, 'supposed to'.

“Xiaojiao there's at least sixty men there.”

“What?!” She hissed and poked her head out the side to confirm Sandy's observation. And sure enough-

“I could probably take about ten on my own, how about you my friend?”

“Twenty, assuming we're fighting to incapacitate.” Sandy added on very carefully.

“Damn it all.” She hissed. Before glancing back down at the body. “Well, no matter, we've got him. He'll think of something.”

“Has it been fifteen minutes?”

“We can't afford to wait any longer. The wedding's in half an hour!” She shuffled with the body until he was propped up against the wall and took the pill out.

It slid down his throat quickly and concisely, possibly aided by whatever swallowing reflex remained in his mostly-dead state.

“How long do we have to wait, before we know the experiment works?”

“Your guess is as good as mine-” A voice between them interrupted Xiaojiao

“I'll tear you both apart! I'll take you both together-!” Sandy covered the Not-Monkey King's mouth to cut off his desperate threats.

“I guess not very long.”

“Hey, glad to see you awake!” She went for the friendly approach, he seemed sympathetic to her plight when they were about to duel after all-

When Sandy uncovered his mouth the man remained quiet. “Why won't my arms move?” he finally settled on.

“You've been mostly dead all day, friend.” Sandy calmly explained, Xiaojiao quickly adding on that they'd taken him to The Tinkerer to heal him up before Sandy cut back in.

“You know I feel kinda bad just calling you 'The Man in Black' in my head, but now that we know you're human it feels kinda weird to call you Monkey King too, so do you happen to have a name for us to call you by?”

The man paused again glancing between the two of them. “... Who are you two? Are we still enemies?” He glanced behind him. “Why am I resting on this wall?” but the his expression hardened over. “Where's Red Son?!”

“Okay I can explain-” Wait- “...No there's too much. Let me sum it up, but Sandy's right I'm gonna need that name first.”

"Xiaotian. Now tell me.”

“Well Xiaotian, Red Son's marrying the prince in about half an hour, so what we've got to do is break in, stop the wedding, steal your fire demon back, and make our escape. After I kill the Six Eared Macaque.”

Xiaotian's expression tightened and his fingers began to twitch nervously.

“I'll admit that doesn't leave a lot of time for hesitating.”

“Oh hey Xiaotian! You just wiggled your fingers!” Sandy chirped. “That's great!”

“I've still got something resembling the immortality Monkey King loaned me I guess.” Xiaotian agreed. “What are we facing against?”

“One mountain entrance, guarded by sixty demons.” She grabbed hold of his shoulders and lifted him just enough that his head lolled back and he could see the gate.

“Okay, what do WE have?”

“Your mind, my sword, Sandy's muscle.” …. well that sounded pathetic now that she said it outloud-

“That's it? That's pathetic."... but he didn't have to SAY it-

"Maybe if I had a WEEK I could think of a plan but this?” he shook his head slightly.

“Hey! You shook your head too! You're getting better!” Sandy was clearly nervous, with how bright and sunny he was trying to be. Xiaotian tilted his head to the side just enough to turn to see him.

“Your strength, my mind, and her sword against sixty men to stop the love of my life from getting married and then assassinated by a power hungry tyrant-to-be and you think a little head jiggle is worth celebrating?” He hissed and Xiaojiao was about to throw out a hand in Sandy's deference, but as usual the implied insult did little to dampen Sandy's hard earned chill.

“I mean I'd hardly consider it asking for a lot to have a little more to work with! if we had a wheelbarrow that would be something!”

Wait...

“Sandy what did we do with that Wheelbarrow those demon twins had?”

“I think we just left it there after they ran off.”

Xiaotian's expression pinched. “Why didn't you mention that earlier?” But nonetheless she could see the gears beginning to turn in his head. “Ugh... Maybe if we had a dark cloak I could do that plan but-”

“Yeah no, sorry about that, friend.” But Sandy it seemed had other ideas.

“Will this work?” a long dark cloak was pulled from behind him.

“W-... Where did you get that?”

“At the Tinkerer's! That Huntsman guy said it was made for his brother but it was too big and it fit me, so he said I should just take it!”

“Alright alright. Long Xiaojiao was it?”

“Just Xiaojiao is fine.”

“Can you pluck one of my hairs for me and hold it up?”

“Uhhh?”

“Trust me.”

So she curled a finger around a strand of hair and plucked it from Xiaotian's head before holding it up before him.

He blew gently on the piece and directed her to toss it forward.

There was a shower of golden sparks and the hair had turned into a staff much like the one he'd been wielding when they'd met.

“Alright help me up and I'll explain things.” It was a bit of a struggle, Xiaotian had to be sandwiched between Xiaojiao and Sandy “Can one of you attach that to my back?” Sandy reached down and did so.

“You can't even lift it!” Xiaojiao huffed.

“Yeah but they don't know that.” Xiaotian countered, and... she didn't have a counterargument. “So it's going to be a mess when we start this whole thing, one problem after another-”

“I'll say.” She huffed. “I've got three off the top of my head, when we're inside how do I find the Macaque, when I'm done with him how do I find you again, and when I find you again how do we all escape?”

Sandy whom had been basically holding Xiaotian's head up for him during this exchange, tilted the man's head to rest against his chest. “Come on Xiaojiao, lay off the guy, he's had a hard day.”

“Right, Sorry.”

Sandy bobbed Xiaotian's head in an approximation of a nod.

“Hey Xiaojiao?”

“What is it?”

“I hope we win.”

[bluemoon-writer]

Childhood Friends AU: MariKim Headcanons

Part 3- In which Lila fails at ruining Marinette’s life

Part 1 is here

The masterlist is here

(Just a heads up, this is pretty long)

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-Lila still wants to destroy Marinette

She has to be more careful now around Adrien though

-So she’s ecstatic to find out about Marinette and Kim

Adrien wasn’t there when Kim revealed how close he and Marinette are

Which makes Kim the perfect target for Lila, she can drive Kim away from Marinette and make her miserable without Adrien suspecting a thing

-So, she starts by flirting with Kim in class

Which, to her frustration, goes miserably

-Because Kim already knows she’s a liar

-Marinette told him about the confrontation she “overheard” between Ladybug and Adrien at the park at dinner that night

Which also resulted in their parents hearing all about Lila

-When Lila comes back, Kim is skeptical of what she says, but he also doesn’t hear a lot of it. He works out before school, so he only got to class a minute before the class actually started

hence why his seat stayed the same

he watched in confusion when Marinette was pushed to the back of the room

he figures he’ll ask her about it at lunch, since they usually go to her house, but Max drags him to the cafeteria, saying he has to help Lila since her wrist is sprained

Kim doubts that because, as an athlete, he’s had several sprained ankles, wrists, ect and he always wrapped them, or wore a brace until they were better

and Lila has no brace

-But Kim follows and helps because maybe Lila doesn’t know that she should do that

When Marinette throws a napkin at Lila he’s even more confused because it’s not like Marinette to randomly throw things at people

unless it’s him, he asked her years ago to help him hone quick reflexes, and she’s been throwing things at him ever since

-He suggests to Lila that she should wrap her wrist to help with healing and to lessen pain, but she just glares at him and storms away

Kim shrugs it off and goes about the rest of his day

-but at the end of the school day Marinette drags him off to rant about Lila

Kim is pissed, when he gets to lacrosse practice later he wipes the field with his teammates. His coach pulls him aside after practice and asks him if everything is alright bc he’s never seen him play that aggressively

-after that day, he’s goes out of his way to avoid Lila at school. He gets to class just before it starts and heads straight to practice when it ends. He and Marinette always go home for lunch so they don’t have to listen to Lila’s crazy stories

-so when Lila suddenly starts focusing on him, he’s a bit suspicious

-he’s not enticed by her (fake) offers to introduce him to world class coaches

he says that he could never betray his current coaches

-he’s not impressed by her “athletic feats”

        “I once did a (insert insanely impossible action here) in (insert sport) and my coach was so impressed! he wanted me to go to the olympics, but I’m not interested in the fame. I’m satisfied just being able to play (insert mispronunciation of earlier sport)”

“huh, not me. I’d never pass up a chance to go to the olympics.”

“Oh, well maybe I can help you train! I am an olympic level athlete”

“No way! I don’t want any of my teammates feeling jealous if I get extra training.”

-stroking his ego doesn’t seem to work either

“Wow Kim, you’re so strong!”

“It’s from weight lifting. You should try it sometime, it’ll give your arms some more definition!”

“You’re amazingly talented at sports! I could never be that good”

“Anyone can do great with enough dedication and practice! I used to be scrawny and weak too, but if you put your mind to it you can be athletic like me Lila!”

-and flirting fails too (bc Kim doesn’t realize she’s flirting)

“Your so handsome Kim.”

“Thanks, my grandma says so too!”

“I hope your girlfriend doesn’t get jealous that I’m talking to you...I’d never want to ruin your relationship!”

“Girlfriend?!? I don’t have time for that, not when there are more important things like swimming practice!”

“To be honest...I like hanging out with boys more than girls...because the girls in our class are just so pretty...and then there’s me :’(”

“Yeah, there are some really pretty girls in our class!”

“Especially, compared to Marinette...she’s so pretty and talented. I must seem like a loser to her.”

“Aw don’t say that! Marinette is pretty, talented, and kind. Marinette will like you no matter how lame you are!”

-Since words aren’t working, Lila has to switch to actions

-She actually starts working out with Kim in the morning

-She dresses up, full make up, brand new work out clothes ready to flirt Kim’s head off

-Only to arrive to see Marinette and Kim full-speed sprinting around the track

-She waits and pretends to stretch bc there’s no way in hell she’s going to run and get sweaty

-Kim barely pays attention to her, he and Marinette are competing to see who can do more pull ups

-Lila pretends to drop a dumbell on her foot to get his attention

-Kim barely looks up, “that’s why you don’t pick a dumbell thats too heavy for you. Try using the 2 pound one instead.”

Lila leaves early, but doesn’t give up.

Kim said Marinette doesn’t come every day, so Lila decides to come everyday until she figures out which day Marinette doesn’t come

-Unfortunately, Kim and Mari realize what Lila’s doing, and Marinette just has a “sudden, inexplicable urge workout”

Lila wants to scream in frustration

She fakes a strained ankle as an excuse to skip morning workouts

-She decides to try switching seats again, except this time to put herself next to Kim, and Marinette in the far back again.

Her “sprained ankle” is very helpful because she can’t climb all those stairs with a strained ankle, so she has to sit in the front row.

It’s easy. Instead of coming up with a complicated plan to get her classmates to rearrange themselves she just goes to Ms. Bustier

-she meets with her before class and explains her sprained ankle and she hates to accidentally move someone away from her friends just so she can sit in the front row, so she proposes a new seating arrangement

”I think I put everyone next to someone they like. I’d hate for someone to be lonely all because of my sprained ankle” 

Ms. Bustier looks at it and it seems like a good seating chart so she agrees. It seems like everyone is near a friend

(scroll down for the seating chart)

-Then, after Ms. Bustier announces the new seating chart, Lila asks Alya is she wants to switch places with Kim

“it’s just that...I know you’re friends with Marinette, so I don’t mind sitting by Kim. He is kind of cute”

Alya readily agrees and goes to ask Kim to switch seats but he says no

-He has no desire to sit next to Lila and tells Alya that if she wants to switch seats she’ll have to ask Ms. Bustier

-Lila is pissed because the second part of the plan was to go to Ms. Bustier at the end of the day and apologize for creating such a disruptive seating plan 

“I had no idea people would be so distracted when they’re by their friends”

add in a fake sob, “I’m so sorry, you must be so *sob* disappointed in me. Here, it’s not much, but I can help you make a new *sob* seating chart that should maximize people’s ability to pay attention”

Ms. Bustier would have no idea that there had been a problem, bc at that point she was used to having students be constantly distracted

but (ideally) she’d accept the plan because it CLEARLY meant so much to Lila (/s)

-But with Kim turning down Alya, she’d have to change the plan a little

-She assumed since Marinette and Kim are supposed to be such good friends then they’d talk through class and she’d be able to separate them since they’re so *distracted*

unfortunately, (for Lila) they’re the best behaved students in class that day

-The moment Ms. Bustier announced the seat change and Marinette saw the smirk on Lila’s face, she knew something was up

so they put on their best behavior during class and double check their bags at all times

Lila is pissed, but goes through with the second half of her plan, figuring she can at least make the seating chart work better for herself

She wants to be surrounded by people who are either easily manipulated or have connections

and she wants to break up any major pairings that might give her a disadvantage (like Chloe and Sabrina)

^(a Chart of the seating changes)

-Ms. Bustier agrees to change the seats again

“I’m disappointed to see that you all are not mature enough to sit near your friends without disrupting class, so I’m afraid I have to change the seats again.”

-Almost no one is happy, but no one is as pissed as Chloe

For once though, Ms. Bustier stands her ground, stating that sitting alone with no distractions should hopefully improve her grades.

-Kim is actually thankful to Lila. He forgot how much fun sitting next to Marinette in primary school was

they figured out how to discreetly pass notes

(and Ms. Bustier isn’t really watching for it anyways. She only notices it when it’s pointed out)

and with Lila in the front of the room there’s no one to rat on them

-Nino hates to admit it, but he does pay better attention when he’s away from Adrien and Alya

Max is a really good seatmate too, he’s always willing to share his notes if he notices Nino getting lost and will explain things to him during their breaks

and Nino’s not completely alone, he has Marinette and Kim behind him. He’s not super close with Kim, but they end up getting along surprisingly well

-Alya is sad to be separated from her boyfriend and best friend, but finds sitting next to Lila to be really fun

she’s always passing her funny notes when Bustier has her back turned and she tells the best stories during the break

-Adrien thinks he’s in hell, his best friend is far away from him, and his only friend near him is to distracted by Lila to speak with him

he eventually asks Ms. Bustier if he can move next to Chloe (just so he doesn’t have to hear another ridiculous story from Lila)

She agrees because he’s an almost straight A student, and he promises to keep Chloe on track

Lila’s not happy about the change, but takes the opportunity to make another minion and convinces Mylène to move into Adrien’s old spot

-Nino’s estatic that Adrien is near him, and so’s Adrien tbh. He also doesn’t mind sitting next to Chloe, she’s been quiet since she was separated from Sabrina

-Adrien’s surprised to see that Marinette and Kim are so friendly, and Nino fills him in on what he missed during the boulder akuma attack

-Marinette was pissed at first that Lila got her way and was able to move everyone around as she pleased...but honestly, it worked out

She enjoys sitting by Kim and she’s still near most of her friends, the only person she’s missing is Alya

But Alya doesn’t look miserable, so Marinette’s willing to leave this be

-ironically, the seat change allowed Marinette to hang out with Adrien more

both Nino and Chloe needed to work on their grades (Chloe had great homework scores, bc Sabrina did it, but poor test scores)

Max likes Nino, he’s less jittery than Kim which helps him pay attention better and Nino writes down really good questions about what he’s confused about

which helps Max immensely bc he likes explaining things, he’s the type of person where explaining something to someone helps him learn it better

so Max proposes a study group that weekend to help Nino out, Marinette offers her place, and Kim, the ultimate wingman, invites Adrien (bc he’s clearly pretending not to eavesdrop) and Adrien casually mentions that Chloe needs help studying too

-thus resulting in one of the oddest study groups in the history of Francois DuPont

but it goes well, Chloe is happy to be hanging out with Adrien so she plays nice.

the group hangs out in Marinette’s living room and after two hours of studying they end up playing the newest game Max is working on

-Lila debates giving up on Kim, but she has a few more tricks up her sleeve.

First, she tries blaming her sprained ankle on Marinette

She corners Kim after class and puts on a sad face, “I know you’re good friends, so I hate to tell you this, but...Marinette isn’t who you think she is. She’s the reason I sprained my ankle *fake sob* she threatened me to stay away from you, and then pushed me, making me sprain my ankle.”

“Huh, that’s weird, because Marinette and I went to her parents bakery for breakfast right after working out that day. You must have mistaken someone else for Marinette, maybe you should get an eye exam? You’ll never make it back to the Olympics with bad eye sight!”    

-Then, Lila tries to turn Marinette against Kim.      

She sends Alya screenshots of a fake group chat with her (Lila), Max, and Kim where the two boys are making fun of Marinette.       

-Omg Alya, I’m in a group chat with Kim and Max for studying and they started talking shit about Mari! What do I do?”        

Alya, of course, immediately texts Marinette who brushes it off.         

“Those are so fake Alya”.         

“Look, Girl, I know you’re Friends with Kim, but maybe he’s not who he seems.”

“No, Alya, Max has never in his life used an emoji. These are definitely fake texts.”         

-Lila is starting to get really frustrated at this point.          

-She straight up just asks Kim out after school one day, with a fancy heart shaped card and everything  

When he says no, she blows up.         

She has spent hours trying to win him over! She’s beautiful, and smart and he’s the stupidest person in the world for not wanting to date her.         

-Hawkmoth akumatizes her into Heart Stealer where she has the power to make anyone instantly love her when hit with one of her heart notes.           

-Ladybug chooses King Monkey to assist her on this one.        

-One uproar and Lucky Charm later and Lila is back to normal.          

She’s hoping that after being akumatized she can guilt Kim into going on a date again.     

but he turns her down again.       

“But why? Marinette has a crush on Adrien you know! She’s not going to date you, so why not go out with me?”            

Lila continues to confound Kim,

 “Haha what? Marinette? She’s my best friend, but I’m not interested in her! Also, aren’t you interested in Adrien?”           

-Lila huffs and storms off, she gives up on Kim. There’s got to be easier ways to mess with Marinette than dealing with her idiot guard dog.      

-Kim triumphantly high-fives Marinette who was waiting around the corner.         

-The akuma took up most of his practice time, so he skips what’s left of practice and they go to the bakery to celebrate          

Marinette and Kim commandeer a stove and make some special (extra sugary) macaroons -they end up starting a flour fight and get the kitchen pretty messy, but luckily the bakery was closing so they didn’t get in Tom’s way.    

they offer to clean the whole kitchen to make up for it            

it only takes 5 seconds for Kim to make a bet about who can clean faster. Within 20 minutes the whole kitchen is sparkling and Kim and Marinette are arguing about who cleaned faster.    

-the macaroons give them such a sugar high that Sabine kicks them out of the house and tells them to go run laps or something until Kim’s parents arrive for dinner.      

Kim challenges Marinette to a race around the park to see whose faster

She beats him, but only barely.        

“best two out of three”.        

The second time Kim wins, and the third lap is interrupted by the arrival Kim’s parents.    

-Sabine is testing a new recipe sent to her by her brother for dinner

she likes to try out new recipes when the two families get together for dinner      

it’s delicious, but Marinette and Kim are actually exhausted from running around the park.        

-it’s supposed to be game night but Mari and Kim can’t stay awake for it.      

filling their stomachs with warm food makes them sleepy and the end up passing out on the couch  

their parents play a quiet card game at the table and take a picture (read as a thousand pictures) of the two cuddling on the couch.           

-the next few weeks of class go rather peacefully.      

-although Lila’s not through with yet      

-and sometimes Kim can’t stop thinking about what Lila said about him liking Marinette

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 COUPLE INTERVIEW TAG

Thanks @faded-sims​ for tagging me ❤️

Couple Interview Tag by @shysimblr ❤️ Rules answer the questions from your OC otp’s point of view and tag as many people as you want. You can do as many couples as you want it could be an otp you intend to get together but hasn’t got together yet or whatever haha… I’m just nosy and wanna know about your oc’s so tag me if you want!. You can be as creative as you want make a story out of it whatever do it however you want just answer the questions simply its up to you!

Mine is a poly couple: Max, Sam and Peter, I hope you like it because I took so long to answer all these questions HAHAHA

1. How did you two three meet? Peter: Me and Sam studied together in elementary school, but we only started dating years later, and Max was my childhood friend, we were neighbors Sam: And Peter introduced me to Max, so we started dating the three

2. Who is the most jealous of you two three? Peter: No one, I don't think we can be jealous in a triple relationship Sam: What?! Max: HAHAHA no fucking way! You're a liar, Peter is very jealous Sam: Yeah, he is the worst

3. What’re your 3 favorite physical things about your partner? Sam: in Peter his hair, his muscles and the face he does when he gets angry in Max his smile, his freckles and butt Max: in Sam his angel face, his butt and his small hands in Peter his hair!! his shape and dick Peter: in Max his hair too, his freckles and his butt in Sam his size, his cheek and his smile... and butt

4. Who’s more likely to be running late? Sam and Peter: Max

5. Who is the most organized & who is the messiest? Sam: I’m the most organized, Max is the messiest and Peter is  neither too organized nor too messy

6. Who is the bigger flirt? (flirts the most?) Sam: Peter and Max! They are very seductive

7. Who does the most cooking? Max: No one HAHAHA Sam: We always buy food

8. How do you feel about kids and do you want them? If so how many? Peter: We love kids and yeah we want them! Sam: hehe... but not now Max: We want 4 or 5 little babys Sam: No way! it's not you who are going to give birth, only one!

9. Who wears the pants in the relationship? Max and Peter: ME! Sam: Tet them believe...

10. What’s your partner’s least favorite housework task? Sam: Max hates to take care of dirty clothes and Peter hates cleaning the bathroom Peter: Sam hates washing dishes Max: And taking out the trash

11. What was the first thing you noticed about each other? Peter: in Sam your cuteness... and Max his naughty face Max: I agree, Sam is the cutest thing I've ever seen, oh and Peter is so sexy Sam: in Max his smile brightened my day and Peter's affectionate manner

12. What does your partner do that pisses you off? Sam: I hate when they treat me like a child and don't take me seriously Peter: Sometimes Max is very childish, ugh.. and Sam complains about everything, nothing is ever perfect for him Max: Nothing pisses me off

13. Where’s the craziest/weirdest place you’ve ever had sex? Max: Once, Peter and me made a surprise in Sam's dressing room, in his work Peter: Wow that was really amazing, but had that time in the bathroom of the gym too Sam: Guys! STOP!

14. Do you know your partner’s love language, if yes what is it? Max: Sam loves to complain to us, but it's bc he loves us and wants to take care of us Sam: Peter always brings gift to us, flowers, candy, and he is super affectionate and protective Peter: And Max always tries to make us laugh

15. Where do you see the 2 3 of you in 10 years? Max: In a mansion with our 5 children! Sam: Having to take care of these two and a child Peter: As long as I'm beside them, any future for me is good

I’d like to tag @racingllama @honoreii @something-wicked-sims @cas-fulleditmode @klauseconfessions @simcophogi And anyone who wants to do this, feel tagged by me

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I think that the issue for Chat is that they aren’t ready to make him be the bigger person. He needs a big kick in the ass to understand that just because he’s upset doesn’t make it someone else’s fault, and I fucking hope we get an episode like that soon bc it’ll resolve this whole chat pitying himself thing.

I don’t understand people’s thing with Copycat at all though, because even the first time I watched it(and barely paid attention), I knew that the thing was Chat’s fault for LYING to Theo to make him jealous. Who does that? Honestly, that combined with the “would I ever lie to you?” pointed to me that the fault was OBVIOUS. The moral here should’ve been that he shouldn’t lie, but I feel like that was barely executed at all. He should’ve felt bad at the end for lying, and I expected Ladybug to chew him out for telling Theo they were dating bc that crosses some clear boundaries in their relationship. Overall I view Copycat differently, but the ending was still majorly disappointing.

I disagree with you on Glaciator though. That WAS Ladybug’s fault for getting his hopes up. She says no at first but then says maybe. A maybe is about as good as a yes to him right there, so he expects her to show up. Is that a little entitled of him? Probably, but I’d be angry too if someone told me they would maybe show up to a thing I planned just for them, and then didn’t show up without even telling me beforehand “Yeah, Sorry, I cant be there”. It’s petty, but he’s 15, it’s excusable. He gets away with a quick Sorry because he’s obviously truly sorry when he says so, and because Ladybug understands that this situation is partly her fault for not just saying no and leaving it at no. That and because she saw what he had planned and how much effort was put in, so likely came to the conclusion that his upset was reasonable. The moral in Glaciator was for Andre mostly, to not take his services so seriously, and a little for Marinette to not be so serious about it.

I totally agree with you that they fucked up on gamer. I thought it was nice that she gave up her position to be a good friend to Max, but that it was stupid because she clearly won fair and square.

Antibug I also agree on. Ladybug is the one to upset Chloe by saying she doesn’t listen to liars, but I totally see where Ladybug is coming from with that. Chloe lies all the time, and even about being Ladybug in this episode, which clearly bothers her. I understand the moral is supposed to be having faith that others would truly want to help, but Chloe is a bad example of that since she ALWAYS hurts people intentionally, it would’ve been a better episode if Chloe hadn’t lied a single time in the episode, had been as helpful as possible, and had been just a little concerned about Sabrina.

Since we are on the topic of Marinette being blamed for things she shouldn’t. Also case in point at what I was saying earlier. They aren’t doing as good a job as they think in making the moral clear at the end of the day because a good host of people blame Marinette for all of those things when clearly that wasn’t the intention.