#ohmygod am i gabriel

[cheesecake-quaffle]

can't wait to third-wheel aziraphale and crowley on july 28

[whichcouldmeannothing]

paper rings part 2!!!(teacher!spiderdads)

oh my god. hi. this fic has pushed me to 100 followers (after 6 years on tumblr 😭😭) and is my most liked post ever. OHMYGOD

THANK YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT FOR MY SPIDERDADS ENDEAVOURS AND SHGSDFHKGHAKGFHA IM SO GRATEFUL

yes i will be writing the teacher one!! it'll be multi-chapter lelelel but the first chapter shld be out by this week!! pls stick with me *pray hand emoji*

alright so. the first 500 words of the chapter for u guys. bc i love u

thank u all sm

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Brooklyn Visions Academy is a good school. 

It pays well, there’s a clear path to promotion for him and it’s close enough to his house that he won’t be late when Gabriella forgets her water bottle for school. 

Their gyms are nice too. There's air-conditioning when they do assemblies, and the floors aren't horrendously squeaky. Miguel waits by the side for the principal to finish his announcements and introduce all the new teachers. There are at least seven of them here and pessimistically, he wonders how many of them will make it through the year. 

He wears the blue polo (Read: The one Gabriel hated the least) and he tries to go through what he’s going to do today. After this assembly is his first class. Ask them for their names, go through expectations and start work properly. He’s here to do his job and to do it well. 

“Hi,” The guy beside him speaks. He has brown eyes and brown hair, and he looks like he should be tall, but Miguel has to angle his head down to look at him. He’s wearing an ironed maroon shirt. He smells like hot chocolate. “I’m Peter Parker, you’re one of the new guys too, right?” 

Miguel nods. He has to pick up Gabriella today because her piano lesson got pushed to the weekend. So, he has to make sure that he brings home any materials he wants to look over for the next lesson. Then, he’ll probably pick up pizza, the four-cheese one for Gabriella and a small meat lovers fo him. 

“Are you the other Humanities guy? I teach Literature, so it’s nice to know someone, I guess.” Peter Parker has a face that looks like it should always be smiling. There’s a strand of hair falling onto his forehead. Miguel doesn’t think he would care. “I mean, I hope you are, as long as you don’t teach Economics, 'cause only blood-suckers would teach something that bad.”

Peter Parker apparently doesn’t know how to shut up. 

"I teach Economics." 

The principal gestures for them to get on the stage, and Miguel walks past the shell-shocked Peter Parker. Peter quickly follows, and as the Principal introduces them, he leans in to whisper. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you, uh, sorry." Eloquent, for a literature teacher. Miguel fears for the poor literary geniuses who have to be taught by Peter. 

Miguel's name is read out on the screen, and Peter turns around to look at the projection. "So, Miguel, sorry about that, let's start over, get this right." 

The bell rings and the teachers get off the stage, loafers and heels clicking on the veneered wood. Miguel could just walk out of the hall right now and get to his first class, but a tap on his shoulder stops him. 

"I'm Peter Benjamin Parker," He introduces again, a hand outstretched. "I love every subject ever and I am excited to work with you." He lets out a breath after like this was an effort to say. 

Miguel shakes his hand. "I'm Miguel." The sun is streaming into the high windows, and the room is being painted in bright yellows. "I have to go, can't risk getting hit by the sunlight."

Confusion quickly gives way to joy on Peter's face, and Miguel lets himself stand still for an extra second to see Peter's smile before he stalks off.

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<3

[twisted-tales-told]

hi! are there any spn fics you want to rec?

Babygirl OF COURSE

Okay okay first of all, almost all of these are very Adult. Second of all, they are near & dear to my lil heart

I have a list! Please forgive me if I spell any of this wrong I’m. Sleepy

Talk some sense to me by Imyourhoneybee

FLUFF FIC POST CANON FLUFF FIC!! 270k WORDS OF FLUFF AND SMUT!!

Raise the black by (very long username but I am linking it correctly)

PIRATE AU PIRATE AU OHMYGOD THE BEST PIRATE AU EVER ITS REALLY WELL RESEARCHED MAN I LOST MY MIND

The escape artist by vipjuly

Escape room au! Cas makes escape rooms! This fic was a wild concept but I thoroughly enjoyed it!!

Time on my hands by murron

EVERYTHING BY THIS WRITER IS SO WONDERFUL this one in particular I want it PAINTED I want it on my SKIN

spirit of the west by teen_dean

BRO when I tell you this fic means the world to me I am serious! Farmhand dean, vet Castiel. Literally owns my heart! It’s been years since a story made me feel this kind of way. Probably since I read Ari and Dante dive into the secrets of the universe

Russian to the alter by MalMuses

Castiel is fleeing from Russia because he writes gay erotica novels & Gabriel asks Dean to marry him so that he can stay in the country legally! I absolutely fell in LOVE with this story!

and finally the classic,

And this your living kiss by opal_bullets

Dean is secretly a famous poet and takes Castiels poetry class

also fun fact the class I just dropped was a poetry class! Maybe if my prof was more like Castiel I would have stayed!

[monards]

Listened to remember us by Gabriel Royal and was thinking of magnolia and dove. I need you as the symbiosis expert to confirm or deny the vision I am having in my mind palace

i had to spend. 3 days. thinking about this. because oHMYGOD YOUREEE SOO RIGHHHTTTT AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AOUGHHGHHHH... the idea of magnolia being taught to not love through her family, but still loving dove; THE WAY SHE CLEARLY DOESN'T REMEMBER HER LOVE FOR DOVE CLEARLY... AND SHE ALMOST EXCLUSIVELY REMEMBERS NEGATIVE ASPECTS,, HENCE HER NOT FULLYYY UNDERSTANDING WHEN AND HOW THEY COULDVE FALLEN IN LOVE BECAUSE OF THEIR DIFFERENCES.. the fact dove SO sincerely impacted every little aspect of magnolia's life and her behavior,, even after everything, and while they're hardly 'in love' anymore... i am on the floor and in tears. I don't think I have ever experienced this much emotion.

You're mind place visions are absolutely beyond this realm and you should a million percent listen to them ohhhmygydoodd

[night-market-if]

hello yes i am here as a milomancer to ask that you pay for my therapy after the biggest emotional damage i've got from the final chapter. 🫵🥲 that is my ask /jkjk

ANYWAY I JUST FOUND YOUR IF TODAY AND BINGED IT. I WENT FOR MILO FOR MY FIRST RUNTHROUGH, IT WAS A "HEEHAHA" MOMENT BECAUSE HE'S USUALLY NOT MY TYPE (was going to gun for gabriel) BUT YOU TURNED THAT AROUND ON ME OHMYGOD YOU WROTE HIM SO WELL. SIR MILO NEXT REALLY JUST GRIPPED ME FROM THE MOMENT HE SAID "The color suits you" 😭😭😭

HOW DO I MOVE ON FROM THIS. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW AAAAAAAAAA IT MIGHT BE THE MARTYR IN ME SPEAKING BUT THAT ANGST WAS SO WELL WRITTEN I AM IN SHAMBLES I DONT EVEN HAVE THE HEART TO REPLAY FOR OTHER ROUTES (right now) BECAUSE I KNOW I WOULD END UP GOING FOR HIM ANYWAY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (i need to recover 😭)

Okay, me crying aside, your writing had me on a roller coaster ride. the amount of times i smiled and giggled like a highschool teenager and gasped at some revelations and cried for certain scenes and THE SETTING. THE LORE. THE BITS AND PIECES CONNECTING THROUGHOUT THE STORY. THE IMAGERY YOU CREATED. THE CHARACTERS WAAAH i could go on about it but TLDR i am so in love The Night Market so much I am so glad I found it 🥹🥹🤌 you are awesome, and i look forward to what you put out in the future!!!! ✨✨

THANK YOU!!!!

Join our discord for the Milo support group. That's the best I got for therapy right now. LOL!

But I am so glad that you enjoyed, even if it was an angsty ride. :) I tried to provide different levels of angst with each character in case you were someone that wanted a more romantic play through but I think that's going to show more in the next book than anything else. Or, at the very least, with the interludes I'm going to write between the chapters. :)

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[omaano]

don't mind me popping in your inbox 😁 going through your Dominion art / tag, Alex, and ohmygod the serotonin hits i get make me go !!!!! 😃

i'm LEGIT wanting to -

bc ARCHANGEL BRO FEELS

I am so glad I could bring some joy to you through that tag 🥰 and now I'm suffocating in nostalgia, because omg Dominion is still so very dear to my heart even years later, I love it so so much and Gabriel and Michael in it especially 😭😭❤❤

(Also I scrolled a bit through my own tag as well, and looked through some old art because I could have sworn I contributed better quality artwork to the fandom (back in the day it sure as hell felt like it) but oh boy have I come a long way since then XD by which I mean I was coincidentally asked if I've ever done a re-draw of my old art, and the answer so far has been no, but now I might be itching to change that and maybe even pick an old Dominion fanart to give it a bit of a reimagining and some quality upgrade... for the handful of people who still know whatever that is lol)

[chaotictarlos]

THEYRE SO CLOSE

let him go trudy

"Is TK still out there?" he's so 😭😭

PLEASE HEAR HIM

FUCK

NO NO NO NO NO NO

I CANT

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

I AM GOING TO SOB

LET HIM GO

Carlos is so SMART

they're leaving DONT LEAVE

GAHHH CARLOS TALKING ABOUT TK AND GWYNN

"otherwise i don't now where all this love comes from"

SCREAMING. CRYING. THROWING UP.

YES TRUDY. YES

I AM CRYING

OHMYGOD SHES LETTING HIM GO

NO NO

YES CARLOS

FUCK

NO TRUDIE

YOU WERE SO CLOSE

CARLOS

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

TK GABRIEL YESSHIT

[where-dreamers-go]

“Birthday Fun” Spn Gabriel x f!Reader

(A/N: This is purely self-indulgent. A birthday present to me to share. I haven’t written a songfic in years. Maybe four or five years. Also happy birthday to my twin sister ( @ivorydragoness44 ) who helped proofread and edit this with me! You’re awesome!

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1,315 words)

It was your birthday! Congratulations, you had made it through another year involved with hunting monsters and knowing the Winchesters!

Well, you did prefer research over physically going on hunts. Yet, there you were out of the safety of your home and on a motel bed with your laptop. A notebook with notes jotted across multiple pages, more than one tab open on a browser, and the Winchesters out questioning people in town. Not exactly what you pictured doing on your birthday.

Dean had promised to buy a cake for the three of you to have some sort of celebration. Any sort of normalcy in a hunter’s life should be cherished, you couldn’t deny them that. Plus you adored Sam and Dean like brothers.

Stomach feeling as if it was going to growl, you shut off your laptop and headed for the door to go get something to eat.

You opened the motel door to go outside, but was met with what could easily be taken as a jazz club. The aesthetic was there.

“What…?” You laughed.

There were limited ways that could had happened and you were really hoping there was trickery and not a monster involved.

Taking a chance, you stepped inside. People populated the area either at the small tables, the bar off to the side, or the dance floor in front of the dark stage.

Does this place actually exist? You asked yourself.

The moment your shoes stopped where the tables started, lighting directed attention to the stage. Clapping erupted as a lone figure appeared on the lit stage. Their back facing the awaiting audience.

Is that—?

“Ladies and gentlemen…this is Mambo Number Five.”

“Ohmygod. Gabriel.” Your jaw dropped open before your face split into a grin.

One snap and a live band took their place on either side of the stage.

The musicians started to play their instruments to a very familiar rhythm.

Gabriel’s hips followed suit, moving from side to side.

Your shoulders twitched to the beat.

Up on the stage Gabriel spun around to face the audience. All of which were quite enthused. He held up a finger.

“One. Two. Three, four, five. “Everybody in the car so come let’s ride…” He sung and gestured with a finger, beckoning you closer. “To the liquor store around the corner. “The boys say they want some gin and juice, but I really don’t wanna.”

snap

A path of colorful confetti weaved across the floor from your feet, between the tables, and towards the dance floor.

“Beerbust like I had last week. “I must stay deep ‘cause talk is cheap. “I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra, and Rita. “And as I continue, you know they’re getting sweeter.” He threw his hip to the side and you let out a laugh.

The people in their seats were loving it and the ones out on the dance floor were more so.

You took the first few steps onto the confetti as Gabriel continued singing enthusiastically. As only he could.

“So what can I do? I really beg you my Lord. “To me flirting is just like a sport.”

Did someone close to the stage just swoon?

“Anything fly, it’s all good let me dump it. “Please set it in the trumpet.”

You beamed as you reached the edge of the dance floor. At this rate your cheeks were hurting from smiling so much.

“A little bit of—.” You sang out reflexively.

“—Monica in my life, “A little bit of Erica by my side.”

“‘Ay!” You threw your arms in the air.

Gabriel’s smile brightened the stage.

“A little bit of Rita’s what I need, “A little bit of Tina’s what I see, “A little bit of Sandra in the sun, “A little bit of Mary all night long. “A little bit of Jessica here I am,” he extended his arms out. “A little bit of you makes me your man!”

Without fear of embarrassment or anyone bothering you, you boogied your way out on the dance floor. The other dancers easily made room as you allowed yourself a creative outlet. It was your birthday after all. Might as well have fun.

Up on stage, Gabriel strutted to the beat.

“Mambo number five.”

Happily, you danced closer to the center of the dance floor.

“Jump up and down “And move it all around.”

Everyone around you circled their hips on cue.

“Shake your head to the sound, “Put your hands on the ground.”

Dancers moved in sync as you readied yourself for the next set of lyrics.

“Take one step left.”

You did.

“And one step right.” You sang along.

“One to the front and one to the side. “Clap your hands once.”

clap

“And clap your hands twice.”

clap clap

“And if it look like this then you’re doing it right.” He winked at you.

You struck a pose before singing along to the chorus.

“A little bit of Monica in my life, “A little bit of Erica by my side. “A little bit of Rita’s all I need.”

The people in the room were all suddenly dancing in sync once again, the only difference was that they were doing exactly what you were doing.

“A little bit of Tina’s what I see. “A little bit of Sandra in the sun, “A little bit of Mary all night long, “A little bit of Jessica here I am. “A little bit of you makes me your man!”

Well, alright, you thought and danced to your heart’s content. Gabe is my absolute favorite!

It was like living in a musical or a dance movie where everyone knew the steps regardless of practice.

You grinned up at Gabriel as you and the others covered the dance floor with various movements. The live band was an excellent touch.

“Trumpet.”

The instrument sounded.

“The trumpet.”

The instruments rose to the occasion.

“Mambo number five,” Gabriel snapped his fingers and you were there beside him. “Ha, ha, ha.”

You both shared a grin.

“A little bit of Monica in my life, “A little bit of Erica by my side. “A little bit of Rita’s what I need, “A little bit of Tina’s what I see. “A little bit of Sandra in the sun, “A little bit of Mary all night long. “A little bit of Jessica here I am, “A little bit of you makes me your man!”

During the next session of instrumental, you found yourself twirling around the stage with him. Kicking your legs out to the beat and whatever felt right and spontaneous in that moment.

“I do,” he grabbed your hand. “All to “Fall in love with a girl like you.” Gabriel pulled you even closer.

The grin on your face could not have been any bigger.

“Cause you can’t run and you can’t hide.”

He twirled you away from him, and then spun you back against his side.

“You and me gonna touch the sky.” Again, he twirled you around in front of him to take center stage as only you could.

The audience had since all taken to the dance floor and were in a joyous uproar upon the sight of you.

You doubted that you would ever have a moment like this in reality, so positive and joyful, that you were not going to waste a single second.

So as the song was coming to a close, you had the crowd jumping and dancing without a single care in the world.

“Mambo number five.”

The musicians continued playing their instruments as the audience lived it up. The song at its close.

“Happy birthday, (Y/N).”

The instruments ceased and you hopped over and hugged Gabe tightly. It was indeed the most memorable birthday that you had ever had, and you were going to cherish it. It was only too bad that Sam and Dean were not there to experience it as well.

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(A/N: “Mambo No. 5 (a Little Bit of…)” is by Lou Bega. I literally first remember listening to that song in 1st grade. I mean, I guess it was a radio version maybe. Not sure, but I really hoped you enjoyed this insert reader whether it’s your birthday or unbirthday!

If you love my writings and want to support me, I have a Ko-Fi where you can buy me a coffee. I would be eternally grateful. coffee

Best wishes and happy reading.)

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[chocolatecakecas]

1, 6 (apart from w*ncest), 8, 33-34, 45, 55 and 68 for the ask thing :)

1) What is your favourite character: Dean my sunshine love of my life my baby he is me and i am him<3

6) What is/are your NOTP(s): w*ncest (if you ship it.unfollow me now), jo/dean, dean/charlie(yeah thats a thing apparently)? Those are really my only like "hard no's". Like i personally dont really ship megstiel or sastiel romantically but i dont mind them asfhakdhabs

8) Do you have any unpopular/rare ships? What are they: nope i dont think so??

33) Who is/are your favourite demon(s): answered here!!! But i forgot Cain<3

34) Who is/are your favourite angel(s): cas, gabriel, balthazar, anna, samandriel

45) What is your opinion on Lisa Braeden: so i just rewatched season 6 like last week and honestly i really like her, i think shes smart and funny and a badass but they literally didn't develop her character at all. Like i think she could have been really good if her sole purpose wasnt "be dean's love interest". Also shes INSANE. for letting dean in her house, like i love her asfjakfhsh

55) What is your opinion on Amara: ohmygod they did her so fucking dirty. She was fucking great, but i dont like the entire amara/dean thing, especially since she was literally an actual CHILD for some of it literally what the fuck??? But she was so powerful and she could have been so fucking cool and she SHOULD have been God at the end, like she literally learned to love Earth and humanity but. They pushed her aside to easily "wrap up the plot".

68) What is your least favourite part of Sam: that they chose J*red to be his vessel, Sammy baby im so sorry they did that to you<3

send me a spn ask<3

[milknette]

day 15 - mythical creatures

how i miss yesterday, and how i’d let it fade away.

tumblr month: @auyeahaugust

links: ao3 | ff.net

THE Agreste Mansion could have been beautiful, if not for the overgrown greenery and rusted fence that decorate the estate's exterior.

It looks like the textbook definition of what a haunted house is.

Marinette should be scared.

Instead, she takes out her cellphone, turns it on, faces the camera, and...

Goes live.

"Hey everyone, Marinette here!" She starts, waving almost awkwardly at the camera. (Thousands of viewers come storming into the live in seconds.) "So… welcome to the Ladybug— crap, I mean, the Ladyblog!"

Noticing that the camera is angled a little too low, she shifts to show herself better.

(Wow, she really is bad at this.)

"As you all know, or maybe you don't, haha… I'm heading the vlog for today!" She tries to smile, but it's clearly panicked. "Alya couldn't come back with me to Paris, unfortunately, and you all really wanted to see us cover the Agreste story so…," she moves along with the camera, trying to show off her surroundings.

(Nobody watching has the heart to tell her they can't see anything because her head's covering half the screen.)

"I'll be heading this adventure myself!" Marinette scratches her head awkwardly, and almost drops her phone as she hears a sudden crack! behind her. "Ohmygod what was that—"

She immediately turns the camera, only to notice a black cat pass behind her.

Its vivid green eyes almost make her shudder.

"Black cat," Marinette mutters to herself. "Sure, like I didn't know this was a terrible idea already.

She remembers a little too late that she's still online.

"I mean! This is going to be fun! Let's do this!"

The chatbox is filled with messages, but they all really say the same thing:

This is going to be a trainwreck.

But I am going to enjoy absolutely every minute of it.

(She pointedly ignores these messages and goes forward.)

Marinette walks towards the estate, using a key to unlock the rusted gate to the Agreste residence.

"If you're all wondering how I got entry to this place," she starts. "One of our subscribers actually helped us out," she turns towards the camera and smiles. "So Chloé Bourgeois, thanks a lot!"

(Yeah, thanks for giving her no choice but to go through with this video.)

"If it weren't for you, this video wouldn't be possible at all."

The gate opens with a resounding creaaaaak and Marinette has to force the unbothered smile on her face.

"Alright, let's go in."

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[ INSTAGRAM STORY: maribug ]

"Hi guys! In case you don't know the story of the Agrestes, please swipe up with an article Alya wrote on the story below. As usual, be warned for creepy content!"

The Mysterious Disappearances of the Agreste Family

Almost five years ago, the Agrestes were the so-called 'it family' of Paris, France. Their family consisted of top fashion designer Gabriel, his beautiful wife, Emilie, and their only son, Adrien— a teenage model for his father's brand early on. In the public's eyes, this was a picture-perfect family.

However, this was soon revealed to be a ruse.

In 20XX, Emilie Agreste suddenly passed away. The family refused to comment and held a private funeral. A few weeks later, residents were surprised to find large fences erected around the residence, gating outsiders from entering the home. Father and son withdrew from contact with the outside world, aside from secretary Nathalie Sanceour and Adrien Agreste's unnamed personal bodyguard, nicknamed 'The Gorilla'.

Any media or news shared about the family were quickly taken down. For a long time, any and all information about the death of Emilie Agreste was removed— presumably by the husband himself.

News on the Agrestes stayed quiet for a year, until Adrien was spotted attending a local high school.

This was only for a day. After finding out about Adrien's attempted "escape", he was quickly returned to the premises and brought home.

The school refused to comment when we asked for an interview.

Due to limited information, little is known about what happened next.

The most accepted story, however, is that after Adrien was returned home, the Agrestes completely dropped off the radar. Even Gabriel Agreste was completely unreachable to his company.

Both Nathalie Sancoeur and 'The Gorilla' we're suddenly fired and removed from the premises without warning.

After a year of silence from the family, Sancoeur was finally given a warrant to enter the Agreste Mansion with the police force.

The mansion was empty. In fact, it seemed that nobody had occupied the space in months. A written report states that a cup of coffee Sancoeur remembers making from Mr. Agreste, on the day of her sudden termination, remained to be on his desk.

No sign of forced entry or violence was taken note of. They had just… disappeared.

A nationwide search was held to find the father-son duo, but to no avail. They were not found alive nor dead. The police soon branded this a cold case and filed it away.

Sancoeur was given control over the Agreste brand. 'The Gorilla' was also rehired to be her assistant.

Both declined to comment and continue to avoid topics talking about the Agreste family.

The mansion has been left untouched since then.

Until now.

(Please follow TheLadyblog on Instagram, tomorrow by 8PM vlogger Marinette Dupain-Cheng will visit the abandoned residence!)

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The house is huge.

Marinette enters into a large foyer, run-down from years of neglect and disrepair. The pristine white of the walls have faded into a dull gray, complemented with spiderwebs in almost every corner. She holds her flashlight almost like a weapon.

Then, she switches to the front camera and shows the audience her surroundings.

"As you can see, the house seems untouched from when its previous owners lived here," Marinette begins, holding back the need to shudder. "Chloé messaged me that she ensured nobody else lived or even came in its vicinity," she explains, her tone turning more empathetic. "Apparently she and Adrien used to be friends, and she's still hoping that he'll come back to claim the house someday."

(Personally, Marinette doesn't think that he will— doesn't think he can, really— but decides to keep that little fact to herself.)

She turns the camera back to her.

"So anyway, I was given a floor plan to the building," she continues, raising up a piece of paper and showing it to her viewers. "Since the mansion is huge, and I can't possibly visit all the rooms tonight, tell me where you want to go!"

The comments flood in, and the answer is unanimous:

The previous room of Adrien Agreste.

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Marinette opens the door carefully.

The door squeaking isn't that loud, but it echoes throughout the corridor and makes things so much creepier than they have to be.

She bites her lip, and enters the room— which takes up almost the entire second floor story.

Arcade stations, computers, games, books, and CDs fill up the entire floor. A television screen almost three times bigger than she is lays upon the wall. A basketball half-court decorates one side of the room. There are more doors which likely lead to other things to see, but she decides to check that later on.

"Okay, I don't think I'll do this room justice with a phone camera and a flashlight for lighting, but this is amazing," Marinette raves. "I feel like this is a teenage boy's dream room. Honestly, it's my dream room." She laughs to herself lightly, turning the front camera on. "Though I'd maybe change out the basketball court for my personal sewing space."

(Marinette briefly wonders why anyone would want to leave such a place, but dismisses the thought almost immediately; realizing that none of it could be enjoyed at all if she were alone.)

In fact, standing in the middle of it at that moment made her feel much lonelier than she was previously.

Except, she's not alone.

But Marinette's too busy looking around to notice the increasingly panicked messages of her viewers:

do yall

u all see that right…..

ohmygod is-

IS THAT REAL WTH

MARINETTE OMG

PLEASE TURN AROUND

RUN? DONT LOOK BACK?

PROTECT OUR SWEET SUMMER CHILD

I CANNOT WATCH ANOTHER LIVE WHERE SOMEONE GETS MURDERED PLS

CHECK UR MESSAGES GIRL !

Noticing her phone buzz with messages, she clicks on the tab that opens them.

Marinette's eyebrows wrinkle together.

"What are you guys talking abou—"

A scream, the sound of her phone cracking, and the live video suddenly being turned off.

well, there goes ½ of the ladyblog…

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Alya wakes up to her phone overflowing with messages.

The first one she reads is extremely straightforward:

HELP I THINK MARINETTE'S DEAD

So understandably, she does what any good friend would do.

Think it's a prank set up by Marinette (for making her hold the live without her), get irritated, send her a 'haha nice try mari but dead is a stretch' message, then immediately go back to sleep.

Marinette, however, never gets the message.

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It's easy to panic when death's staring you right in the face.

So she does, because death is quite literally staring right at her.

In the form of a sixteen-year-old boy whose face she knew all too well from all the hidden fashion magazines her teenage self hid under her bed.

Adrien Agreste.

(Well, at least now the question of did-he-live was answered. A stone-cold, dead, nope!)

And also, ghosts really do exist— who knew?

(The so-called paranormal expert didn't, apparently.)

The ghost moves toward her, as she scrambles away, her back suddenly hitting the wall.

"Please, if you're gonna kill me, do it quick," Marinette replies, rushing through the words. "I don't know how angry you ghosts are, but I swear violence isn't the answer. It'll solve nothing and make me dead so let's maybe move away from that—"

Adrien tilts his head, and it almost looks human. (Maybe if his head hadn't done a complete three-sixty at that exact moment, she would've calmed down. Instead, and understandably, she panics more.)

"Hey, hey! Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you."

"You aren't?" She asks, then suddenly horrified (and almost embarrassed), covers her body with her hands. "Don't possess me! Look, I'm a klutz and have literally no coordination. You don't want me! Actually, I can get you better bodies! I have this friend named Alya…"

(Marinette isn't sure why, but she feels extremely irritated with her best friend for some reason.)

The ghost laughs.

And it doesn't echo ohmygod he really is dead and she really is going to die and all this drama for a bunch of views what has she become—

He floats closer to her, and smiles. "I won't possess you either," he replies. "You can keep your body."

"... then, what do you want?"

"Well, I don't really want anything."

"Really?"

He looks almost amused. "I mean, you were the one who broke into my house. I guess I'd like to know why."

Okay, fair.

Marinette looks almost sheepish when she responds, realizing how dumb her reasoning actually is:

"Well, I'm a paranormal vlogger…"

.

.

Marinette has done a lot of strange things in her life.

But this— talking to a ghost about YouTube of all things, is probably the weirdest of all.

(The really terrifying thing about it was how comfortable she actually felt about it.

Talking to Adrien was terribly easy that you couldn't help but let your guard down.)

He looks at her with wide-eyed awe. "That's amazing! And I can't believe I get to be included in your video!"

She smiles lightly. "Well, you are kind of a big deal…"

"I never knew fashion meant that much to so many people!"

(The truth was that they knew Adrien because of his disappearance and the conspiracy around his family, but she decides against mentioning it. Though, it's quite strange to be so cautious of hurting a ghost, of all things.)

"Yeah," Marinette replies instead. "I used to collect your magazines, you know?"

Adrien brightens up. "Dang, you're a fan of me?" He bows down, and his head almost falls over. (She finds herself laughing.) "I'm honored, milady."

"Milady?" She asks teasingly. "What era are you from?"

"Hey—! Technically, we're the same age." He protests, before suddenly quieting down. "I guess I'd be twenty now, huh?"

The mood shifts, and Marinette can't do anything about it.

"... I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he only says. "I guess I'm just a little sad that I never really got to experience being a teenager. Y'know, being normal." He laughs to himself. "And even after death, I'm still not. Being stuck here and all."

Quiet.

"Do you mind if I ask what happened…?" Marinette begins, her voice soft. "Not that you have to answer but… it was so sudden when everyone got the news you were gone."

Adrien sighs. "I'm not sure myself," he explains. "My dad… he thought there was some way to bring her back. Bring my mom back to life. And he did things, some dark things, but they didn't work… and before I knew it, he was gone, and I was stuck like this."

He gestures down at himself. "I can't even leave the house, can you believe it? I've just been here and alone for years…" Then, a smile. "Until you came along."

"I'm glad I can be of some company," Marinette replies, smiling back.

(It's strange— so strange, but she feels connected to him in ways she's never felt connected to anyone.)

"I'm glad that the company who showed up was you."

At that, Marinette decides on an idea.

She stands, and gestures for him to follow.

"You're a ghost, so you can't touch things, right?"

"Yeah… but I can move them. I learned a lot of ghost skills while I was stuck here."

She smiles. "Great."

"What do you mean?"

Marinette walks over to the foosball table, groaning from years of neglect, and places her hands on it. "I may not be able to bring you back, but I can let you experience what it feels like to be a teenager." She tilts her head, pointing towards the game.

"Let's play?"

.

.

They play games late at night and into the early hours of the morning.

Marinette has never seen someone enjoy her company that much— like she had given him the whole world, and everything he'd ever wanted.

It makes her heart soar, to see him so happy.

They take a break as the clock tells them it's almost three in the morning.

Marinette settles into the couch, with Adrien lying down as he floats over her.

"I'm sorry you had to play with me," she starts. "Not really great at sports. And I can get pretty intense when it comes to online games."

Adrien only smiles at her, without a hint of irritation or regret. "No, this was perfect. It's the most fun I've had in a long time." He laughs. "Maybe ever. And I'll never forget this, no matter how long I stay like this."

She frowns as the words leave his mouth.

(Wasn't the thing tying him to the real world his failure to experience his life as a teenager?)

Marinette says it aloud.

"If only it were that simple," he responds, almost sad. "But I don't think that was ever the reason."

"Then what is it?"

"..."

"Adrien?"

"..."

"I won't judge it or anything. Please, I want to help."

Adrien sighs, then looms over her, the expression on his face almost breaking her heart. "It's corny, but… I wanted to experience love." He finally says. "After my mom died, I was locked away. I never felt my dad's love, and Nathalie cared for me, but that was it. My mom was the last person who ever loved me. I just wish I could've experienced that feeling one more time."

"...

I loved you."

"What?"

Marinette looks up at him, vulnerable. Her hands curl up into balls as they grab at the couch.

"I don't know if you remember me," she begins shakily. "But I was there that day you went to the high school."

"..."

"It was raining. And it was only for a moment, but you lent me your umbrella because I forgot mine," she laughs to herself. "I'm sure you don't remember me but…"

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

"... how did you know that?"

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng," he repeats. "I remember that name. I talked to Miss Bustier over the phone then, and she told me you were the first person I should find when I came to class. She told me you'd make me feel right at home. Adrien looks up at her, and smiles. "I guess she was right."

At that, Marinette feels her mouth tilt upward. "Took you a long time to find me, huh?"

"Better late than never, though?"

They share a laugh, before Adrien continues. "I was really looking forward to meeting you," he says. "And somehow, I knew it was you when I gave that umbrella. You just gave that feeling of home Miss Bustier was talking about… and I was so desperate to have you know me that the umbrella was my way of doing so. Even if I never gave my name, I hoped that somehow, in some way, you'd remember me." He smiles. "And you did."

"... I don't know what to say."

"I think I loved you then," Adrien says, almost to himself. "I just didn't know it yet."

They stare at each other for a moment, and Marinette feels her heart break and be whole at the same time.

The sun starts to show itself, peeking through the clouds.

"... I won't see you again anymore, will I?"

Adrien doesn't even have to nod for her to know his answer.

"Maybe I'll take back my, 'I love you', then."

He laughs.

"I don't like having to lose you all over again."

He makes his way to her, then presses a kiss to her forehead.

(She knows that ghosts can't touch her, but the warmth that spreads from his touch isn't anything short of real.)

"Good luck with your YouTube channel."

It's Marinette's turn to laugh.

"Are you sure those are what you want your last words to be?"

Adrien hums.

"I guess you're right," he replies softly. "I'll go with this then:

I love you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

And as the sun rises, she suddenly finds herself alone.

.

.

Marinette rushes home to use her laptop.

She scrolls through the messages— all assuming she's died, and dials a number she knows by heart.

"Oh thank God you're alive, I was so worried about you!"

"I saw your message, Alya."

"Oh. Haha, well! How was I supposed to believe that an actual ghost showed up on your live?"

"I guess you're right."

"... so, is it true? Was the ghost real? Is the Agreste mansion haunted?"

Marinette pauses.

Then, almost too softly for her to hear, she says it:

"Not anymore."

[going-there-and-back-again]

tagged by @theleavesoflorien

So sorry for the long delay on this, Marianne, and thank you so much for tagging me!! had to do some school stuff and time got away from me :)

1. Do you prefer writing with a black pen or a blue pen?

Black!!

2. Would you prefer to live in the country or in the city?

ahhh i don’t know! i’ve lived in a city for most of my life but went to university in a much quieter area so it’s really hard to decide! I prefer towns, I think (small city center, old buildings, hanging lights, but also nature and greenery and rivers and hills and trees 😍😍) 

3. If you could learn a new skill, what would it be?

Asdfhjkl there are so many things I want to learn !!! I can play the piano but I really wish I was better ✨✨. And languages! LANGUAGES. There are so many languages I want to learn it’s an entirely unfeasible dream but I just want to read everything and translations just aren’t the same as originals, you know? (including Elvish, obviously, because Quenya/Sindarin are just so beautiful and they actually just sound like what they mean, you can hear the feeling and I love that so much). I wish I could bake (I tried making pound cake with dried fruit and let’s just say I was disappointed 😂😂😂). And do origami. And art (I can’t draw to save my life, but I’d love to be able to. I keep seeing scenes from movies or just pretty landscapes or imagining things from books and I want to draw them and I can’t). On the flip side of the spectrum, I like read and learn new things about science, too. Biochemistry and plants and physiology and the like. Haven’t read that stuff in ages, and there is no need for me to read them now, but I enjoy it :)

4. do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar?

Nope! Tea only, and no milk or sugar 😊🍵 

5. What was your favourite book as a child?

Does 12 years old fall within the boundary of childhood? If it does, then Lord of the Rings 😆😆. Other than that, hmm, it’s hard to choose. Gaiman’s Ocean at the End of the Lane was the last ‘children’s’ book I read (it’s been 7 years; I still love it). In primary I had a huge mystery phase and loved The Boxcar Children and A Series of Unfortunate Events. And Narnia (though I didn’t finish the series) !! Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Little House series was also one of my favorites 🌲👧🏻

6. Do you prefer baths or showers?

I like both :) Baths are a treat though, I usually just shower

7. If you could be a mythical creature, which one would you be?

Not sure...I think I once took a quiz and got ‘faun’? I want to be an Elf in Middle Earth most though! Or a hobbit 🍏🍊

8. Paper or electronic books?

Paper books all the way!! I read with a pencil in hand and if I can’t annotate it just doesn’t feel right 

9. What is your favourite item of clothing?

a baby blue cardigan with ‘I need sleep’ written on the back (story of my life??)

10. Do you like your name? Would you like to change it?

Yup, I like it! It means butterfly. My mom picked it because it was invented by Jonathan Swift for his book ‘Cadenus and Vanessa’ (she said ‘it has character’; do i have character??? who knows but it’s easy to come up with nicknames for my name which makes me happy)

11. Who is a mentor to you?

Don’t know if this counts, but I met a few people a couple years older than me through litsoc at uni and they really made me think/unknowingly taught me so much  

12. Would you like to be famous? If so, what for?

No - no fame no cameras just nooo :((( I just want to live my life

13. Are you a restless sleeper?

I’m more of a crash-and-sleep-so-deeply-I-can’t-hear-my-alarm person 

14. Do you consider yourself to be a romantic person?

...I have absolutely no idea

15. Which element best represents you?

Air, I think. Or bodies of water (the sea, lakes, rivers)

16. Who do you want to be closer to?

I don’t know...I hope to stay close to my friends; everyone says people drift after school/uni’s over and I really hope that doesn’t happen 

17. Do you miss someone at the moment?

My friends from uni. And just uni in general :((

18. Tell us about an early childhood memory.

Swingsets!! hahahaha

19. What is the strangest thing you have eaten?

Don’t think I’ve eaten anything *that* strange before...

20. What are you most thankful for?

Family, friends, school, books, home

21. Do you like spicy food?

Can’t eat spicy food at all, oops

22. Have you ever met someone famous?

I’ve met a couple of authors! ohmygod if i was old enough to have talked to tolkien or tennessee williams though i would s-c-r-e-a-m (someone pls invent a time machine)

23. Do you keep a diary or journal?

I tried once, I think? I was in primary though

24. Do you prefer to use pen or pencil?

Pen now, but I annotate in pencil.

25. What is your star sign?

Libra, but I don’t do astrology.

26. Do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy?

Crunchy...why would you like soggy cereal??

27. What would you want your legacy to be?

asdfghjkl i don’t know. To have done some good, I suppose. To have been kind, and to have thought deeply and loved well. (ha you really see the lotr coming out here don’t you)

28. Do you like reading? What was the last book you read?

I like reading more than I like breathing I think . Am reading Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s ‘One Hundred Years of Solitude’ (so so good)

29. How do you show someone you love them?

The little things, I guess?? Through actions. I rarely ever tell family/friends I love them outright

30. Do you like ice in your drinks?

Love iced drinks

31. What are you afraid of?

So many things (heights! bugs! rollercoasters!). and sometimes i just feel afraid, and if you asked i wouldn’t be able to tell you why (it’s just a feeling i cannot quite explain).

32. What is your favourite scent?

That smell in the air when autumn has just started but it’s warm, still, and you can smell the air changing and just the sense of something something coming -

33. Do you address older people by their name or surname?

Surname!

34. If money was not a factor, how would you live your life?

No idea...not in a drastically different way I guess. I would still want to study, and I’d want a job too. It’d just feel safer I guess - like I wouldn’t have to worry about buying a house or anything. And I’d definitely travel more 

35. Do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean?

The pool...the sea’s too salty

36. What would you do if you found $50 on the ground?

Take it to the nearest frontdesk type of place if that’s possible?

37. Have you ever seen a shooting star? Did you make a wish?

Yes! I was walking back from the library at 11:45pm or so and I was trying to get it on camera so I forgot to make a wish

38. What is one thing you would want to teach your children?

Understanding, I think - to be true to themselves, and accepting of others; to learn and to think, broadly and deeply; to make decisions for good reasons

39. If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it?

Don’t really want a tattoo tbh

40. What can you hear right now?

Nothing much, it’s quite quiet here at night.

41. Where do you feel the safest?

At home, I think, or at uni.

42. What is one thing you want to overcome/conquer?

sometimes I feel like I can’t speak, like I’m not going to again for a very long time. it’s just a feeling, but still

43. If you could travel back to any era, what would it be?

I want to go to Imladris more than any era of this world 🍃🍃

44. What is your most used emoji?

Laugh-cry 😂😂😂

45. Describe yourself using one word.

Quiet, maybe? idk

46. What do you regret the most?

every embarrassing situation i’ve ever been in i guess? 😆

47. Last movie you saw?

The Tolkien 2019 biopic (the tcbs friendship was great; unfortunately the Tolkien-Edith relationship wasn’t portrayed well at all)

48. Last tv show you watched?

Modern Family haha (it’s my go-to comfort show)

49. Invent a word and its meaning

I think we need more words for smells! the smell of rain, the smell of the grass at night in early summer, the smell of early autumn 🍃

@shiremaiden, @fool--of-a-took if you guys want to do this, but it’s super long so no pressure at all :)

[gryffindorcls]

Please Tell Me I’m Awake Right Now

(Part 5)

For Marinette, being invited onto the set of a Gabriel photo shoot was a dream come true. It was inspiring.  While she waited for Adrien to finish with the photographer, she decided to draw in her sketchbook.  

Designing allowed her to enter her own private bubble.  The rest of the world melted away as she concentrated on a sketch of an evening gown.  Her pencil moved hurriedly against the paper in an attempt to document her idea before it was lost.

“Wow,” an unknown voice said causing Marinette to jump, “that looks exquisite.  May I have a closer look?”

Marinette looked up to see a smiling woman with curly brown hair and kind eyes.  

“I...uh,” Marinette stumbled over her words, “sure.”

She cautiously handed her sketchbook to the woman who studied her design with what appeared to be a trained eye.  

The woman pointed to the skirt on Marinette’s sketch, “Is the embroidery on this section on an overlay?”

Marinette nodded, “Yes, ma’am it is.  I was also thinking of adding some embellishment to the neckline, but I wasn’t sure.  The more I think about it, the more it seems like too much.”

“Good eye,” the woman complimented, “You should definitely go with your gut.  I think there can be elegance in simplicity.”

“You’re right,” Marinette nodded in agreement, “Thank you for the advice.”

The woman’s smile grew.  “You are very welcome, mademoiselle.  Anyway, my name is Noelle.  What’s your name?”

“I’m Marinette,” she said confidently, “Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Marinette.  May I ask what brings you to today’s photo shoot?”

“Uhm...well, that would be Adrien.”

“Ahhh...so you’re the girl all the interns were talking about.  They told me that Adrien had a friend on set today, but they didn’t tell me that you were so pretty...and talented for that matter.”

“Yeah, isn’t she amazing,” a third voice entered the conversation.

Marinette turned to see Adrien standing behind her.  She blushed as he situated himself next to her.  He snaked his arm around her shoulders, and she leaned into him.

“Good day, Adrien,” Noelle greeted him cheerfully, “I was just having a conversation with Marinette, and she was kind enough to show me some of her designs.  Can we expect to see her back in the future?”

Adrien looked down at Marinette.  “I hope so.  Only if she wants to come, that is.”

Marinette modded enthusiastically. “Can I really?”

“I’ll have to ask, but I would love having you here,” he responded.

“That would be amazing...but, Adrien, I don’t want to make things difficult for you and your father,” Marinette said softly.

Adrien took her hands in his.  “Princess, you know I would do anything for you.  Having you here would be awesome.  I’ll ask my father.  Don’t worry about him.”

“It’s not your father I’m worried about.”  She gently squeezed his hands.

Marinette knew that Adrien’s home life wasn’t the best.  It was difficult for her to fathom how a man who has so much could be so cold towards his only son.  It wasn’t as if Adrien was a difficult child.  No, he was polite and obedient.  After learning that her partner was none other than the Adrien Agreste, Chat Noir’s outrageous personality definitely made more sense in her mind.  No one should have to live their lives without being able to speak their mind...especially someone like Adrien.

“Oh, you two are precious!” exclaimed Noelle.  

They had forgotten that she was there.  Marinette blushed, and Adrien scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh, kids.  It’s fine.  Enjoy your young love.  Besides, it would be great to see you back again one day Mademoiselle Marinette.  If you do return, bring more of your sketches.  I would love to see them,” she turned to Adrien and continued, “I’ll put in a good word with your father.  I enjoyed seeing you happy today.  It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you smile like that.”

“Thank you, Noelle!” Adrien smiled brightly.

“Anytime, young Monsieur Agreste.”  Noelle turned to walk away.  “Have fun, little lovebirds!  See you later!”

Adrien and Marinette waved as Noelle disappeared into the crowd of people cleaning up after the photo shoot.

“Wow, Marinette,” Adrien sounded excited, “You really impressed her.  I told you that you were amazing.  Noelle even wants to see more of your designs!”

“Yeah,” Marinette nodded, “She was really nice.”

“Wait...do you know who that is?” Adrien asked.

“Uhm...not really.  She said she was talking to some of the interns behind the scenes.”

“Noelle is one of the designers who works for my dad, but a few years ago she was put in charge of Gabriel’s internship program for university students.  She’s their mentor.”

Marinette’s mind went blank.  She tried to recall every interaction that she had with Noelle in the past thirty minutes and started to panic.

“Ohmygosh!” she exclaimed pulling on her pigtails, “I had NO IDEA!  I hope I made a good impression!”

Adrien chuckled and pulled her into a hug. “You made a wonderful impression, Princess.  How could you not?”

“Adrien!” Marinette blushed and nestled her head under his chin. He squeezed her tighter.  “You are the most amazing and talented person I know.”

“Thanks, kitty,”

“It’s the truth.”

“Still, thank you.”

Adrien nodded and released Marinette.  He then took her hand, bowed low, and kissed her knuckles.

“Now, my lady,” he said with his signature Chat Noir smirk, “I believe I was purrr-omised a date.  Would be so kind as to join this poor, humble cat for a ride in his chariot?”

Marinette giggled and looped her arm around his. “My sweet prince, I am ready for whatever you have planned.  Lead the way!”

They walked through the slowly disappearing set with their arms linked together. Marinette was enjoying his closeness.  Adrien radiated warmth, and she soaked it in.  She was so unbelievably in love with this boy that it made her dizzy.

Marinette soon became lost in her lovesick thoughts, and she stumbled over a crack in the sidewalk.  Adrien’s strong arm kept her upright, and they continued walking.  Marinette suddenly realized just how safe her new boyfriend made her feel.  He had proven time and time again that he would always be there to support her--literally and figuratively.

“Adrien?” she questioned softly.

“Yes, Princess,” he responded, eyes filled with adoration.

“Thank you.”

“Princess, it’s no big deal.  Did you really think I was going to let you fall?”

“No...I’m not thanking you for that.  Well...I mean...thank you for not letting me fall on my face.  I’m actually thanking you because you’ve always been there to support me...especially as Chat.  There have been countless times that you put yourself in harm’s way to keep me safe.  Thank you.”

“My lady, Paris needs you.  I need you.  I’ve lost too many people in my life, and losing you...well, I just wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you.”

This made Marinette frown.  She thought back to all the times Chat had risked himself for her.  She remembered the instances he had thrown himself in front of her or done something reckless.  There had been times in which she truly thought she had lost him.  Were it not for her miraculous magic, he would be gone.

“Kitty, I need you, too,” she said while tightening her grip on his arm, “You mean everything to me.  I can’t lose you now that I have you.  Please promise me that you’ll be more careful.”

Adrien took a deep breath.  “My lady, if I had to make the choice between you or me, I would always choose you.  However, I will try to jump in harm’s way only when necessary if it would make you feel better.”

“It would.”

“I also wouldn’t mind sticking around for a while.  My life is suddenly a million times better, and I really don’t want to do anything to mess this up.  I would definitely like to enjoy spending time with the most beautiful, intelligent, and creative human being in the universe.”

Adrien finished by placing a loving kiss on the side of Marinette’s head.  Butterflies exploded in her stomach and she emitted a tiny squeak.

“I know I keep saying this, but do you even realize how adorable you are?” Adrien said, his voice dripping with admiration.  

Marinette nudged his shoulder with her own.  “You make it sound so one-sided, Chaton.  It seems like you think that you’re the only one benefiting from this relationship.”

“I wouldn’t say that, but I definitely do consider myself the luckiest cat in the world.  I’m still trying to figure out how I earned the love of someone as incredible as you.”

“You showed me the capacity of your heart.  Honestly, it was your inner beauty that struck me to my core.  The fact that you are devastatingly handsome is an added bonus.”

“Princess, you flatter me.”

“Adrien, I literally couldn’t speak coherent sentences around you until a few weeks ago.  If anything I am the main beneficiary of this relationship.  The amount of love you show me makes my brain want to melt.”

“OHMYGOD,” a small, whiny voice groaned, “Baseball cap kid was right.  You two are insufferable!”

Plagg zipped onto Adrien’s shoulder while Tikki phased through Marinette’s purse in a huff.  The red Kwami glared at her counterpart.

“PLAGG!” she scolded, “You stop that right now.  Leave them alone.  They are young and in love.  They.  Just.  Started.  Dating.”

“But, sugar cube,” he complained, “they’re all mushy, and I know this isn’t just a phase.  My kid is one lovesick kitten.  He’s so romantic--it’s sickening.”

“So what?  It’s their relationship.  Besides, I know you secretly love it.” Tikki rebutted.

Plagg groaned again, and Tikki grabbed him.

“Sugar cube!” he complained.

“Be quiet, Plagg!” Tikki then turned to the now silent couple, “Sorry about that, you two.”

Tikki dragged Plagg into Marinette’s purse.  An angry growl emitted from the bag.

“It’s so small in here!” Plagg grumbled.

“QUIET!” Tikki hushed.

The noises and movement in the purse eventually ceased, and both teens turned to look at each other.  Adrien was the first to laugh, and Marinette started shortly after.  The duo laughed until they cried.  The laughter made her stomach begin to hurt.

When Marinette finally calmed down, she nuzzled her head into the side of Adrien’s neck.  He returned her affection with a contented sigh.

“We do not have a normal relationship,” she stated plainly.

“Would you really want to have it any other way?” Adrien mused.

“No, I love us,” she smiled.

“Us,” he said reverently, “I’m so happy there’s an us.  I still can’t believe it.”

“Well, you better believe it, kitty, because you are my boyfriend, and we are currently on our first date.”

“Oh, my love..this is just the walk to the car.  I fully intend to sweep you off your feet before the day is over.”

“Who says you haven’t already?”

“Wanna bet?”

Adrien swiftly removed his arm from hers, placed it on the small of her back, and used his other arm to scoop her up.  She squealed with delight as he carried her the remaining distance to the car.

“See, I told you that I still needed to sweep you off your feet,” Adrien teased.

“You seem to have short-term memory loss, kitty.  You picked me up like this last night, too.  Remember?” she laughed.

“Ahhh, but today is not yesterday, and you deserve to be romanced each day.”

“You’re too much.”

“But you love it.”

“I do.”

“And you love me.”

“I really do.”

The look Adrien gave Marinette conveyed nothing but pure love and adoration.  It was the kind of look she had seen her parents give each other.  She always wanted a love as good and pure as theirs, and she had found it.  She knew that Adrien was going to be her forever and that they would love one another more with each passing day.  

“Ahem,” a voice said ending their moment.

Adrien instinctively held Marinette tighter as they both looked up to see an amused Nathalie standing next to the car.  The assistant looked like she was trying to stifle a laugh.

“Hello, Nathalie.”  Adrien gracefully lowered Marinette to the ground and stood up straight.

“Hello, Adrien,” Nathalie turned to Marinette, “Good afternoon to you, as well.”

“Hello, ma’am,” she said doing her best to look the woman in the eyes.

“Adrien, please remember to have your driver take you to each destination today.  You are expected to be home at 7 o’clock tonight.  Your father wants you to be well rested for the gala tomorrow.”

“Yes, Nathalie,” Adrien said while taking Marinette’s hand and leading her towards the vehicle.

Nathalie began again.  “And Adrien...”

He stopped in his tracks.  “Yes?”

“You may want to have a conversation with your father tonight about some of the more recent developments in your life.”

“Right, could you please ask father if it’s okay to speak with him when I get home?”

“I will make sure he is available.”

“Thank you, Nathalie.”

A small, genuine smile spread across Nathalie’s face as she looked at the young couple.

“Have fun, Adrien.”  Before he could respond, she promptly turned on her heel and walked in the opposite direction.

“I guess I’ll be talking to father tonight,” Adrien stated without emotion.

“Do you want me to come with you to talk to him?” Marinette asked.

“No, let me deal with him.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.  I actually have this strange and unfamiliar feeling that everything will work out.”

“Maybe my luck is finally rubbing off on you.”

Adrien simply smiled in response.  Marinette moved closer to him and laced her fingers around the back of his neck.  She tousled the ends of his blond locks, and he shut his eyes.  He slowly closed the remaining gap between them, and she followed in suit.  They shared a chaste kiss that left them both with love-struck expressions.

In a sudden motion, he pulled away from Marinette.  “Enough about my dad.  Today is about us.”

“Sounds good to me, kitty,” she giggled.

He opened the car door and pulled out a bouquet of a dozen red roses. “My lady, these are for you.”

“Oh, they’re beautiful!” she exclaimed, taking the flowers.

“Not as beautiful as you,” he purred.

Marinette blushed, and Adrien took her free hand.

Adrien bowed and gestured towards the vehicle.  “Our chariot awaits.”

He helped her into the car, closed her door, and got in on the other side.  Once they were in the backseat, they laced their fingers together.

For Marinette, this really was a dream come true.  All of it--the photo shoot, the fashion, her prince charming.  She was soaring, and she didn’t intend to come back down to Earth any time soon.

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Supernatural 14x07 Summary

Well...Liveblog.

I am so hype, Cas is gonna be back for this.

Nick talks about his feelings, blah blah blah.  Ohh but being evil feels good, poor me.  Oh and he killed a priest, because he’s a f*cking gremlin.

Cas is back!  He tries to heal Jack who is in bed and sickly. Wait, when did Cas appear?  It wasn’t in the last episode was it?   No entrance?...Okay then.  It didn’t work, Jack coughs up blood.

Dean is pacing and impatient while he and Sam wait.  He seems to be thinking of Jack as a normal child.  ‘Weird things happen to kids all the time, coughs, bloody noses’.  Sam accepts it may be more complicated.

Jack just like collapsed off the bed while Cas was telling the bros about the non-healing.  He can’t breathe, the babe is dying! 

Team Free Dads rush baby to hospital, but he’s not actually a legally registered person. The Dads are very frustrated by the bureaucracy.  Jack collapses again.  Ends up on a stretcher rushed to a room. 

The Dads are softly ejected from that room and watch the scene through glass.  They’re so helpless right now, they can’t do anything. This isn’t like fighting evil demons, you can’t fight Jack’s illness out of him.

Cut to Nick, still being a douche. He’s basically on a revenge kick, but of course no one empathises with that revenge kick because he’s evil. 

Doctor Lady just told the Dads that Jack’s body is shutting down.  They are devastated.  I haven’t seen Dean this sad since that thing happened to his sandwich.  Speaking of Samwitches, Sam called in Rowena for help.  

Awww Cas just put his trenchcoat on Jack.  Regular viewers will likely understand the metaphor that the trenchcoat is Castiel’s angel!grace, and angel identity.  And he just gave his angelness on over to Jack.  *Stares directly into the camera*  Y’all know what that means right?  He is willing to give up his grace for Jack.

Rowena is here and she is anti saving Jack, because you know Jack is Lucifers son and Lucifer burned Rowena alive (burn the witch, real original by the way, pfft).

Jack is making his case to Rowena and Rowena is doing this face:

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Okay Rowena has officially adopted Jack now too. Good, good.  Sidenote.  I love Rowena.  Kay, Rowena tells us Jack needs grace.  Cas offers his, because he is the sweetest being that ever bee’d.  Just like we said, see above trenchcoat mention.  Nay though.   Jack need archangel grace.

Okay Dean has the dizzies.

Nick is feeling all murder-y...again.

Jack wants to go live his life before he dies.  Rowena and Sam are calling people for help.  Castiel researches, Dean agrees with Jack then gets the dizzies.  Dean takes their baby (Jack) out, and lets his baby drive his other baby (the impala). 

‘It’s like I’m you’ - Jack

‘No, it’s not’ - Dean

He totally is like you Dean, because JACK IS NOT LOOKING AT THE ROAD.  Very good driving skills for a first time go.  NO BOTH HANDS ON THE WHEEL YOU LITTLE LEMMING.  DEAN DON’T ENCOURAGE THAT.  EVERYBODY GET OFF THE ROADS!!  This is all very cute.  Dangerous and irresponsible, but Jack is dying and Dean never stays dead.  So if they crash no big deal.  Unless they hit other peeps.

Cas and Sam talk about how hard it is losing their son.  This is so sad, Alexa play ‘Love Don’t Die’.

Dean and Jack go fishing.  Jack chose it because Dean’s favourite memory of his father, is going fishing.  Jack doesn’t want to die, because it’s less time with the people he loves. Ahhh Dean, look, talking about feelings.  Look how easy Jack is with vocal affection. 

Cas is on a date with a Shaman dude.  To see if Shaman can help save Jack.  For like the fifth time in the episode Cas expresses how he does not like Ketch.  Same.  Love the actor, but not the character.

The shaman has Gabriel grace.  I swear Gabriel is everywhere.  One of these days Sam will walk into the kitchen and Gabriel will just be sat there watching cartoons on Sam’s laptop.

Update. Nick is still being an uber douche.  Everyone contain your shock. 

We’re all very surprised.  OhmyGod? Nick is evil who would have thought it.  Bleh, bleh, bleh.  Anyway he found out the cop who murdered his family was possessed but he’s still taking it out on the cop.  Sooo edgy.  Ugh.

Jack inhales Gabriel’s grace while Rowena chants the spell.

Jack is better and Cas is smiling.  Cas is smiling, this only happens once in a blue moon kiddos, Cas never gets to smile.

Nope, Jack fell over.  Still dying.

Shaman admits over the phone to Cas that it was all just an experiment and he won’t help anymore.  Cas is so mad I think he may eat the Shaman’s liver later.

Nick cries out for Lucifer to come back to him, Lucifer’s skeleton emerges from The Empty Goo like a goddamn terminator reject.  Whatever Nick you trash monkey.

Update.  Jack is still dying.

Nooooooooo

[love-in-mind-palace]

Every time I read things about how Xena and Gabrielle's romantic relationship was kept ambiguous I have a good laugh because I am rewatching Xena and this is only season 2 but these two are making out and everything is in context and hxhjggkk how tf is that subtext or ambiguous ohmygod 😂😂😂

[smorgasbordofobsessions]

liveblog:

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gabriel has found that adrien took and lost his book

gabriel had a picture adriend drew when he was like 5 of the family and he threw it on the flor :(

oh shit gabriel is hawkmoth!!!

oh so i was right about the brooch being the miraculous

gabriel just evilized himself - with the pirouette

chat noir saw that gabriel had thrown the picture on the floor and :(

does chat noir’s belt actually work lik a tail because that would be... amazing

hm... it WAS a good plan

good on marinette for taking responsibility for her actions

adrien has friends :’)

oh so natalie KNOWS of gabriel being hawkmoth???

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wow nadja’s having a hard time with the interview haha

WHAT IS THAT

oh wow this is sensationalism i love it

chat noir would love to be in a relationship with ladybug

hm nadja lost her prime time slot - it does happen that quickly

this evil power of being able to travel via screens is actually cool, and i like her design!

ohmygod

oh so close

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yes you SHOULD add cream to chocolate to make ganache

tikki’s cute :3

oh wow adrien telling chloe that he won’t be friends with her because she’s not nice to people

oh she sucks her thumb haha okay

chloe is dying having to host this party

honestly it does make me wonder how exactly marinette and chloe have come to not like each other

adrien and marinette are slow dancing :3

i am LIVING right now do you understand how literal dreams are coming true right now

“despair bear”

i’m glad that chloe faced an actual consequence but, doing thigs for show doesn’t solve the proble either

“i think you’ve proven that you’re capable of making an effort to be nice”

which is not a ringing endorsement, just in case people missed that

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[the-modern-typewriter]

hey there! I'm dropping by to say I loveeeee your writing, your prompts, everything. I just devoured all you've posted in the last week and I am so excited to keep up with what you create, especially your God Key work. it's so good, I can't stop thinking about it. do you think you could share more snippets with us in the future?

Thank you :) See a God Key Snippet below! I am trying to avoid giving far too many spoilers, while still picking interesting bits.

The world didn’tlook normal anymore. It didn’t look like the world Isaac knew, at least. Treessprung impossibly tall and enormous from the ground, breaking through windows,making a forest out of a city. Moonlight, barely, twinkled through the canopyand dappled the ground silver. Shadows slicked and shifted in every corner. Theair smelled of pine and oak and petrichor.

He felt like hemust be dreaming.

“Holy shit,”Dahlia breathed. Her eyes were wide with wonder, face lit like a child’s as shefeasted on the sight. “Is she – can she really do that?”

“She’s gettingstronger,” Gabriel said. “Maybe all the dreamers are powering her up orsomething.”

It was fantastic.It was honestly fantastic. If a little eerie, in the darkness and themoonshine. The trees grew gnarled and twisted and old, wild trees, like thetype of trees that most English forests had long since forgotten existed.

Isaac took atentative step forward, then another, as his soft tread through the undergrowthdidn’t lead to anything springing out at him like a nightmare Jack-in-a-box.

“Be careful.”Gabriel caught his arm.  “It’s still tooquiet. Where there’s dreams–”

“-There’snightmares.” Yeah, Isaac figured that out. “I’m trying to focus on the dreampart, considering imagining a big, scary monster might just make one pop up.”Still, he did catch Gabriel’s hand in his gloved own, giving it a squeeze. “Come on,” he murmured. “It’s fine. Just…I’m alive, okay? I’m alive. I’m here. Focus on that.” He pulled Gabriel’s hand to his heart, walking backwards. Leading him further into the wood.

Dahlia was alreadybent over the nearest tree, examining the red-gold leaves crusting the ground.She stroked her fingers over them, seeming to concentrate for a moment, beforeshe darted forward and pressed her hand to the tree. Her face dropped. “They’renot real.”

“A dream is adream, brought to life,” Gabriel said. “Of course it’s not real.”

“Dreams aremanifestations of the mind,” Sanna said. “It’s as real as anything else youmight want to think up, just different. We’re not dreaming.” Her brow furrowed.“We’re still going to be dead all the same if a Nightmare gets us. At least itprobably won’t be wolves, or bears. Not in the UK anyway. Apparently snakes areone of the most common nightmares or–”

“-Don’t sayspiders,” Dahlia muttered.

“I honestly don’tknow why you hate spiders so much. You’re like the goddess of nature.”

“Plants. Spiders aren’t plants.”

“This is yourdream isn’t?”

“Well, if it wasyours,” Dahlia snapped, “I’m sure we’d all be naked.”

“Apparently that actually is the most common-” Sanna began. 

“Ohmygod I don’t care.”

Isaac release Gabriel once he looked more settled, and turned. He peeredthrough the tree line, trying to get a sense of the streets through thelabyrinth of woods twisting them in every direction. At least he could stillsee the roads, the pavement, the houses beneath the growing moss and ivy. Hesuspected that may not last. He caught Gabriel’s hand and tugged.

The sooner all ofthis ended, the better. If the nightmares got too strong…he glanced at Gabriel. Well, then he’d have to kill Gabriel before ever letting that happen, and he didn’t want to do that.

They headedthrough the woods, the bickering puttering out as the disquiet grew. It wasn’ta natural feeling, some ill omen, Morphina’s influence everywhere. As theymoved closer to the centre the air grew close and claustrophobic, the treeswedging tighter and tighter together. Less light managed to find its way throughthe leaves. Isaac knew there should be street signs, shop fronts, but they wereincreasingly difficult to discern among the dark murky greens that swallowedthe city up.

“The shadows aremoving,” Sanna said. So low that Isaac almost didn’t hear them. Her voice hadgrown tight. “I mean – it’s not just me, right? They’re moving. Properlymoving. Like living things moving.”