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lycorogue · 1 year
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Latest Story: Tell Me You Want Me When You’re Sober
I- was NOT expecting to write something today! Hooray for random shocks from my Muse!
Actually, for this story, I'd like to thank @ceejles​. Some minor spoilers for the story, but ceejles’s SpyxFamily fanart inspired this piece. I just kept thinking about these three opening panels to her one fancomic, and picturing Loid as Adult Adrien and Yor as Adult Marinette. Add in the song "Siren" by April Fooze*, and you get this story. (Boy, it's fun to actually KNOW where inspiration came from!)
*April Fooze is the streamer Fuslie’s GTA NoPixel character.
Summary: While at Alya and Nino's house-warming party, Marinette wandered off to take a breather. Noticing her vanishing act, Adrien went to look for her. Hidden away in the guest bedroom being used as a coat-check room, the two take a moment to themselves. The fun little intimate moment between friends becomes more intimate than either of them anticipated.
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1470
Status: completed one-shot
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Tell Me You Want Me When You’re Sober
“Adrien! Dance with me!” Marinette downed the last of her tequila sunrise before slamming the highball glass onto the guest bedroom dresser and pulling Adrien to his feet.
Adrien chuckled. “There isn't any music playing.”
Pouting at him, Marinette fumbled for her phone, and brought up some slinky, sultry club music. She slammed her phone on the dresser beside her glass and then gestured towards it.
“How am I supposed to dance to this?” Adrien laughed again and placed his hands on his hips.
“Oh, like you can't slink around?” Marinette stuck out her tongue. Her hips and head swayed with the music. Her hands slid up her sides, along her jawline, and then met above her head. As her hands traveled, her eyes closed. A smirk crossed her lips just before she gently bit her lower one. Her humming along with the song was what finally hooked her prey.
Adrien's hands wrapped around Marinette's waist, feeling it sway. Her shirt slid up a touch, and his ring and middle fingers brushed against her skin.
“Marinette, maybe we should go back to the party,” Adrien suggested in a hushed tone.
“Mm-mm.” She shook her head and pivoted in Adrien's hands so her back was towards him. She gathered her hair up and off her neck. “I like it in here.”
“Alya and Nino are going to wonder where we've vanished.”
“They have other guests. They won't notice.”
Adrien leaned into Marinette's ear. “I think they might.”
“Mmmm. I wanna dance. There's no place to dance out there.”
“We're in their spare bedroom. There's no place to dance in here either.”
“There's plenty of space.” Marinette slid out of Adrien's hands, kicked off her shoes, and climbed up onto the bed piled with coats.
“That's not a very sturdy dance stage.”
Trying to prove otherwise, Marinette planted her feet and started dipping low as she continued to sway with the music. Her hands traveled across her body before stretching out and beckoning for Adrien to join her.
He shook his head no and curled a finger to beckon her to him instead.
Stubbornly, Marinette twirled on the bed. Her foot caught on one of the coats, throwing her off balance.
“Marinette!” Adrien rushed forward as Marinette tumbled sideways off the bed. He easily caught her in a bridal carry. “You okay?”
She nodded, and he placed her back onto her feet, his hands still firmly on her sides to help steady her.
“I told you that wasn't a good place to dance. Come on, let's get back to the party.”
Eyebrows stitched together in mild frustration, Marinette grabbed either side of Adrien's shirt collar. With a tug she pulled Adrien the few inches down she needed to reach him while on her tiptoes. Their lips collided with a satisfied moan rolling from Marinette's chest.
Eyes wide with a start, Adrien kept a millisecond to register what just happened. As the heat from Marinette's lips reached his brain he leaned into the kiss, slamming her gently into the wall a few inches behind her. Their bodies pressed against each other; her hands still tugging hungrily on his shirt. A low growl rumbled through Adrien's throat. Marinette's tongue pressed against his lips, asking for entry.
With a quick inhale, Adrien pulled away; the spell of the music, low lighting, and muffled sounds of the party around them broken. The faint tang of orange clung to his lips; transferred there from Marinette's tongue.
“Adrien?” Marinette was still pinned against the wall. Her hair was matted around her head like a sloppy halo. Her eyes were half lidded and luring. Her lips were barely parted and a deep red from their brief encounter. The rose in her cheeks had bled to her ears, and Adrien wasn't sure if it was from the booze, the dancing, or the kiss.
“You're drunk,” he whispered.
“I am.” Her right hand followed the trim of his collar to the back of his neck. She gently pulled on it; instructing him to lean back into her.
Adrien rested his forehead against hers; his eyes closed. “You don't know what you want.”
“No,” she whispered back. “Being drunk means I know exactly what I want. But now I'm not going to stop myself from getting it.” Her right hand continued to press on the back of his neck as her left skirted around to his back.
Adrien's breath hitched. He stood frozen with his forehead against hers as she hungrily pulled on him to bring him back to her mouth. The song transitioned to another; this one a bit more upbeat with some rap. Neither of them noticed the music anymore.
Adrien nuzzled against the side of Marinette's face and whispered in her ear. “Marinette. Listen to me. Listen carefully, okay?”
She hummed acknowledgment and tilted her head away; opening her collarbone up to him.
“Marinette, I want you.”
“I want you too, Adrien.” She kissed his jawline. “So, this works out well, doesn't it?” Her hands slid down his body and caught on the waistband of his pants.
“No.” He took a step away from her, catching her hands in his. With an intensity that Marinette didn't recall seeing before, Adrien repeated himself. “I want you. I don't know exactly how drunk you are, so, I'm hoping it's not black-out drunk. I need you to hear this and remember it.” Dropping one of her hands, Adrien cradled her chin instead. “If I'm truly what you want – who you want – know that I want you too.”
“I'm right here, Adrien. I am right here. We're alone. There's a bed-”
Adrien covered her mouth. “Stop! Stop this! Marinette, I know this isn't how you want to do this. This wasn't how you wanted to tell me. This isn't how you pictured us getting together. You don't want it to be while you're drunk and we're hidden away during our best friends' house-warming party. If you truly want it at all.”
Marinette batted his hand off her and ripped her other hand out of his. “Don't! Don't you dare tell me what I do and don't want. You don't know. You're not in my head. You don't know how I feel. You don't know how hard it is for me to not do this every second we're in a room together. Just let me have this! Let me be free! Let me finally get out of my own way! This isn't about Alya or Nino. This is about me and you and us!”
“Then do it right.” Adrien was calm and gentle, almost pleading.
Marinette shook her head in confusion, “I- I don't-”
“Get out of your own way when you're sober! Marinette. I. Want. To be. With. You! I didn't want to tell you that while you're drunk, though. I don't want us getting together to be something you might not remember - or worse - regret.”
“Adrien.”
“I want this to be true. God! For years I've wanted for this-” he gestured towards Marinette and the bed, “-to all be true. Now that it looks like it is?” He heaved a sigh. “Call me tomorrow. When you're sober. We can pick this up again then. If you still want to.”
She stared at him, her eyes frantically scanning his face. His gaze drifted to her still parted lips. With a subtle shudder, he turned towards the dresser. Closing the music app, he scooped up her phone and handed it to her.
“Come on. Let's get you some water and get back to the party before anyone misses us.”
“Adrien?”
“Hmm?”
“You want me?”
“I mean, yeah?”
“Why didn't you tell me?”
“Why didn't you tell me?”
Marinette folded into herself. “That's kind of apples and oranges, isn't it? I mean. I'm me and you're- you.”
“Exactly. I'm surprised you're so shocked that I'd be too nervous to say anything before.”
“Nervous? But, I'm-”
“One of my first friends? Someone who basically has her pick of guys to choose from? The most amazing and kind person I've ever met? Absolutely gorgeous? Yeah, no. What do I have to be nervous about?”
“Adrien. You were a literal model who lived in a mansion.”
“Point?” He smirked.
“Call me tomorrow? If I forget to? If I get in my own way again?”
He nodded and held out his hooked arm for her. She threaded her arm through his and he escorted her to the kitchen for some water.
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The next day, she made the phone call they had both been waiting on for years.
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saytr · 1 year
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overworkedunderwhelmed · 11 months
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“Mind if I sketch?”
Adrien blinked, glancing up at her. “Not at all. We’ve probably both watched this more than once.”
She smiled, her pencil expertly flying across the page.
She hunched over the book but the tension in her shoulders practically melted as soon as his fingers pressed slightly on her skin.
Adrien sat up, dying to see how her sketch came together. She wasn’t exactly hiding the sketchbook, but his father had always been a little fretful about letting anyone see a sketch in progress. “Wouldn’t it help to have it paused?”
“Not with the TV screen so small. Stills can provide a lot of detail, but,” Marinette confided absently, as she continued to sketch, “I want to see how the fabric would move.”
For one tense moment, Adrien’s breath caught in his throat as the flash of a few spots caught his eye.
Why would Marinette care how the fabric moved on Ladybug? Unless…
Unless.
Unless she was making a dress herself. 
Or thinking about it very seriously.
Suddenly, Adrien needed to know. His mind raced, struggling to remember every little detail he could about what Marinette had mentioned about her friend who made her dress on their first date.
She had been a little protective about those details. Of course, she had also been pretending to be Kagami… 
Thanks to the amazing @xhanisai I now how more lovely art commissioned for The Rules of Engagement!
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seas-of-silver · 8 months
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Did the doctor say "triplets"?!🤭
‘Did the doctor say "triplets"?!’ Rose burst excitedly as Adrien and Marinette walked through the door of Alya and Nino’s home for their monthly Akuma Class (and friends) game day. ‘Oh, please let it be triplets!’
‘Wha-’ Marinette began.
‘No, I’m sure it’s twins,’ Mylène cut in, just as animatedly as Rose was.
‘Guys, it could be a single child,’ said Marc calmly.
‘Or quadruplets,’ Nathaniel suggested teasingly, earning him a playful elbow from Marc and a squeal of delight from the girls.
‘The real question is whether it’s a boy or a girl,’ interjected Kim.
‘And if there’s more than one, how many of which gender!’ added Ivan, looking over his shoulder. ‘Max?’
Max was sitting at the kitchen counter, paper everywhere, pen scribbling, and tapping away at the calculator. ‘Hang on. I’m almost done my calculations - Markov’s just getting me more information on their genetic history.’
‘How-’ Adrien started.
‘What about you, Alix?’ Luka prompted.
‘Hey, don’t look at me,’ Alix replied, holding her hands up by her head. ‘Even if I do know, I can’t tell you.’
Everyone grumbled at that.
‘Guys, what’s going on?’ Adrien asked, finally getting their friends’ attention.
‘We are speculating on the quantity and gender of yours and Marinette’s unborn child/children,’ Kagami informed them.
‘Right… and why now?’ questioned Marinette.
‘Because you two went to the doctors,’ answered Félix, as if that explained everything.
Marinette frowned and folded her arms. ‘And how did you find out we were at the doctors?’
Their friends went silent, but their eyes flickered, glanced, or even outright stared at Nino, who looked everywhere except at his best friends.
‘Seriously, Nino?’
Nino winced at Marinette’s unimpressed tone.
‘All I said was that you guys would be late because you had an appointment before coming over!’ he defended.
Marinette turned her gaze to Alya, who nodded.
‘It’s true,’ Alya confirmed. ‘They just took it and ran with it.’
‘But how could we not?’ piped up Socqueline. ‘We had our catch-up brunch pushed back to a late lunch because you weren’t feeling well, and when we did meet, you hardly touched the cold meats and cheeses like you normally would!’
‘Couldn’t that just be because she still wasn’t feeling well?’ Juleka muttered.
‘And Adrien has been super protective over you for the last few months,’ Zoe stated.
‘But isn’t that because of the threats she was getting from that competing designer from the competition held earlier this week?’ Sabrina asked curiously.
‘Geez, who’s side are you two on?’ Rose huffed petulantly at Juleka and Sabrina; the two merely shrugging in response.
‘Let’s just calm down, okay? We’ll tell you what happened,’ Adrien soothed, sharing a look with Marinette, and everyone settled down - even Max stopped his calculating and Markov stuck his head out of the study to listen in.
‘We went to the optometrist,’ Marinette began, and she could already see interest drop, ‘because Adrien wanted to make sure he wouldn’t need glasses like Gabriel did-‘
‘Booooooo! Gabriellll!’ came the predictable jeers from their friends. Ever since the truth was revealed about Adrien’s father, all their friends rallied around him in support, offering food, shelter and safe spaces for Adrien to find comfort in, which meant a lot to him.
‘-and we found out that Adrien’s vision is perfectly fine!’
Mutterings of how that was good news filled the room, but it was clearly not the content they were hoping for.
‘So that’s where we were this morning,’ Adrien said to their despondent crowd. ‘Oh, and we also visited Maman and Papa at the bakery to pick up the pastries for our meet-up, and to tell them they’ll be grandparents to a little boy in six months time.’
Marinette watched as their friends’ eyes widened when their words sunk in, and covered her ears and laughed at the chaos and screams of joy that exploded from their friends.
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snackugaki · 1 year
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i need to go crunchier
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my tmnt au (where everyone made it past their 20s, splinter’s alive just old, venus is here, and they deserve some goddamn respite and shenanigans) 
tmnt au part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
tmnt au omake 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
lny visit 1 | 2
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I don't know how much sense this makes but I need a Langelique Cinderella AU, I think it'd work pretty well
#brought to you by:#my last post about angelique's fuck-ass sneakers#& juliet#and juliet#&j#okay but genuinely I think it would work really well#like Angelique is working for lady and daddy cap right#ignore how I called him daddy cap we did Romeo and Juliet for the school play this year and that's what we all called him#and like May and Juliet are the quote unquote evil stepsters#but you know they're not evil they're just like way nicer in comparison to their parents#and like you know the prince holds a ball to find a wife and it's this like whole thing#because lady and daddy cap want Juliet and may to go to like end up with the prince#and like the prince is still Frankie here because maycois is goated let's be real#and like this is kind of where you could either make it centric to a specific ship or you could just do like the whole thing as an au#you could say that like Frankie likes May but when they approach the capulets they're like oh Juliet you want Juliet and it's a whole thing#and you could do jumeo because I don't know maybe Romeo is like you know what Paris was like in the actual Romeo and Juliet play Romeo is#like Paris and the capulets hate him because Lance has kind of like pushing Frankie to be with Romeo but Romeo wants to be with Juliet#and Juliet wants to be with Romeo and blah blah blah but Lance and Angelique specifically comes in where it's like okay but what if Lance i#also looking for a new partner at these balls because you know his wife like died and he needs someone else to share the throne with and#that's why both may and Juliet end up going because their parents don't care about the age difference because their parents suck and they'r#just like you're going to end up with royalty one way or another and you know Angelique is like be safe and actually parenting them and#and warning them and making sure they're prepared to like actually go out to this ball because royalty or not it's still dangerous and#they're both like why don't you just come with us and it's a bit where like maybe April and William play the role of fairy godparents#and you know Angelique is able to go and she meets Lance and they have their little shoe thing and they have the Cinderella ark meanwhile#there's the whole love square with May Frankie Juliet and Romeo and Juliet gets to have a moment where it's like how are you so controlling#that you're pushing May to get with a man like 30 years their senior yet you cant deal with me getting with the wrong rich guy and may is#like screw y'all Juliet was The Golden child anyway okay I get what I want now and it's all happily ever after#and angelique gets Lance a magical girl transformation and some CLEAN FUCKING SNEAKERS EVEN MINE ARENT THAT DIRTY N I DONT CLEAN EM FOR SHI#anyways
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sahrabarik · 2 years
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Where was that post that clark would be good at dark souls and think its mid and easy and not worth the hype at all. but absolutely adores stardew valley
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sainthounds · 2 years
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miraculous ladybug is so stupid and the animation is ugly as hell and the story has gotten too crowded and saturated w unnecessary characters and miraculous combinations. but. I am still so addicted to the love square it is unreal
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abimee · 11 months
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ruyan and chefant could never break up because the overseeing god of their fate (Minthe) (Sarah) (Aria) has designated them as having to be forever each other's perfect half. they are incapable of seperating once connected and its why he doesnt die. this has only happened twice in the entire timeline of my ocverse
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cerulane · 1 year
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Série de OS pour un challenge.
Agréable à lire mais la longueur des histoires et leur format ne les rendent pas mémorables. Certaines histoires sont un peu clichés
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cruelsister-moved2 · 2 years
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whenever im home alone i just bake so much but then theres like no one to eat it so i have to either freeze everything or just eat an insane amount of baked goods..... over the last 3 days i made a seriously delectable lemon drizzle that turned into two bc the recipe quantities were a bit ambitious for one loaf tin so i ate one and froze one. and then i made this mutant challah hybrid bc they fucked up my delivery and half my ingredients didnt arrive so i had to adapt 😭 but its still tasty <3 today im doing amaretti biscuits my beloved and tomorrow im going to begin my experiments in making a crusty cob loaf bc i really want to figure that out. both those freeze so im just going to wait for my mum to get back and be like ok i hope you love cake and bread !!! also ive been making french hot chocolate in the morning which i dont think counts as any kind of major culinary feat but it makes me feel a bit big brained bc its just 85% chocolate, oat milk, and coconut sugar and like im sure none of that is really bad for u but it tastes so rich...um but its all ugly so i cant post pics i hate when i make stuff thats tasty but ugly so i just have to be like i know but trus tme its actually nice
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saytr · 1 year
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The Rules of Engagement - Chapter 6 Teaser
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Chapter will be up soon!
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seas-of-silver · 9 months
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I did a doodle of an aged-up Marinette at work this morning. She's a junior designer, looking over designs for the new line she's working on. Her hair's in a sophisticated up-do for an air of professionalism and to keep her hair out of her face while she works - though she lets her hair down when she gets home (Adrien never ceased to be in awe of Marinette when her hair's loose and free, completely mesmerised by the sight, and Marinette loves seeing him look at her that way).
Photos of the progression underneath the cut, if you're interested!
This here is the original sketch, where I was like "huh, this kinda looks like Marinette, hey? maybe I should add the pigtails?"
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This one is where I realised she somehow morphed and grew up, and pigtails might not work anymore
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And this is where I decided to stop because I'm really proud of what I created and didn't want to ruin it lol (I'm not an artist, so I'm really happy with what I drew!)
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summonernoctis · 2 years
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listen i know this isn’t how bodies work but this is a fictional game anyway. give me ffxv dlc of Daemon Slayer Iris just as big and buff as her brother and crushing daemons with her bare fists. she throws her moogle plushies at them and the force sends them flying into the air. she stomps on them with the cute fashionable boots she designed herself. she still wears cute skirts and is as bubbly as ever but she could also kill you if she wasn’t so nice.
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justhereforkeefe · 5 months
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Amazing Kwami swap/reverse love square story. I love the characterization.
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