#its mostly angst

[honeyxmonkey]

Some more of star spirit/atla au Douxie but with a slight redesign

I have plot things in my head

[khaltria3]

I really really wanted to write my own AU from this fandom, but damn my own brain keep me from doing so. "what if its not like–" and "but he feel so different now.." any other thing because i keep telling myself i don't know the brother or the other cast enough, that maybe i will make it wrong, twisted and all. Also because I'm not really good with talking and conversation, "how he would react again?" etc and IM SO TIRED OF THIS because i LOVE the idea i have in my mind and that i want to tell someone to tell a soul about it but its just so hard????

Well i just too hard at myself sometimes and its not fun anymore, the hobby become a job, and i hate that. I wanted to write more because i love the feeling of idea rush in, the feeling of a "what if" come, and that maybe people would love and thought its nice (i mean like they get my point or think)

When i type this i slowly realized that they are different because i'm the one who made the AU version of them that even if i only watch season 1—which i kinda forget about—and some other movie, i did know how deep the brother personality although i can say not that much all the brother. (I still need to learn more so i can analyze them better) Which back again because this my au, they acting like what i wanted, or think that made sense in the new world i write, right?

[blubblubblubwwww]

Those precious hands...

So unlike mine

[mar1garden]

At First Sight

okay. so i DID say i dont rly write non-daminette maribat ships but im SO WEAK FOR SOULMATES that i just couldnt turn down this request. so here yall go first time writing timari (WARNING: THIS IS ANGSTY UNTIL LIKE. THREE QUARTERS OF THE WAY THROUGH. IM SO SORRY BUT LIKE. YEA SORRY) (WARNING TWO: I PUT SO MUCH SUGAR IN HERE. IM SORRY. THERE IS SO FUCKIN MUCH) @minightrose hope you like it fjdhhdj

Marinette was used to the whispers behind her back. She was the only member of her class without a soulmark, after all. It was to be expected.

Chloe had, when they were younger, made sure everyone knew that Marinette was unmarked. She’d said it meant Marinette didn’t have a soulmate, that she was unlovable. Though she’d always tried to brush off others’ comments, it still hurt. The words pierced deep, and on that day Marinette decided that if she was to be unloved, no one around her would ever feel that way.

She took time every day to make sure someone around her felt uplifted. She brought treats, made gifts, talked with people who were alone. Chloe was cruel to her still, telling her that pretending to be nice would never change her. Telling her that, no matter what she did, she would never have a soulmate.

After so many years, Marinette began to believe her.

When she became Ladybug, her world changed. She had always stood up for others, never herself. But something about defeating a giant stone monster that used to be your classmate makes it easier to stand up for yourself, and so she did. Marinette, once a timid but kind presence, retained her kindness, shedding all of the timidity that once defined her.

She quickly became friends with the new kids, especially after Alya stood up for her and Adrien apologized about the gum. Her, Alya, Adrien, and Nino became close friends. It was one afternoon in the beginning weeks of spring that found the four of them hanging out in the park near the bakery. Chloe had walked over, a malicious smile on her face.

“You know what I just realized, Dupain-Cheng?” she asked without preamble. “These two don’t know about you!” she added, gesturing to Alya and Adrien. The two looked between her and Marinette, who was quickly paling. 

“Chloe, don’t, please-” she protested, standing up quickly. She adopted a pleading look, her eyes wide and scared. Chloe simply laughed.

“Adrikins, Cesaire, did you know that our resident little goody-two-shoes here has no soulmate? That’s right! She’s unlovable, isn’t that right?” Laughing, Chloe walked away as Marinette wrapped her arms around herself.

She looked like she was trying physically to hold herself together. Her eyes were downcast, pooling with tears. She was unlovable. Why had she thought otherwise? She had no soulmark. She had no soulmate. Alya and Adrien would leave her, would think she was a freak like everyone else did. Nino would leave her too; he had only become her friend because there was safety in numbers. She would be alone again, she would be all alone-

Her train of thought was cut off when arms wrapped around her gently. She wrenched her eyes open to see a familiar blue t-shirt. She hugged Nino back, letting the tears stream down her face. More arms wrapped around her and she recognized Alya’s hands where they rested around Nino’s shoulders. When Adrien joined the group hug, Marinette allowed herself to smile. Her friends weren’t going to leave her. Her friends were by her side.

A year later, a new new girl had joined their class. Marinette feared repercussions when she told her to stop lying, but Lila never followed through on her threat. Two weeks after she’d declared war on Marinette, Chloe had told the class that Lila didn’t have a soulmark either. After class, Marinette had found Lila and told her she was also unmarked. Lila confessed to Marinette that her soulmark had disappeared when she was young, that her soulmate had died before she’d even had a chance to meet them. She cried in Marinette’s arms, and Marinette had readily comforted her.

The next day, when Marinette came in with personalized macarons for everyone, Lila looked at her with an odd mix of gratitude, surprise, and hope. The two became friends after that, baked goods and shared struggle helping Marinette connect to Lila.

When Marinette won the class a trip to Gotham for their end-of-year trip, the first people she told were Alya and Lila. The class found out soon after, but for a moment, the three of them were the only ones who knew. 

On the plane, they discussed plans. All of them slept a bit, just so the jetlag wouldn’t be too bad when they got to America. Marinette slept soundly, knowing she had the horse miraculous in her pocket in case of emergency. 

Wayne Enterprises was beautiful, and Marinette had to catch up to the class multiple times because she got sidetracked sketching out ideas for WE inspired outfits. At the end of the tour, they were going to meet the young CEO of the company. All of them were excited; he was just over their age and was already running his own company? He must be a genius!

What they were not expecting to see was a sleep-deprived teenager holding three cups of coffee. They were expecting it even less when he downed all three of them in around four seconds. He blinked his eyes open and swept his gaze over the class. When his eyes met Marinette’s, they both felt a shock go through them.

Wow, her eyes are really blue. Better keep her away from B, he might adopt her.

<<Wait, what? I didn’t think that!>>

I didn’t think that. Wait-

“Miss Bustier? I need to go to the bathroom, is there one on this floor?” Marinette asked, panic kicking in. How could she hear this kid’s thoughts? How could he hear hers? What if he heard something he shouldn’t?

The CEO spoke up. “There is. I can show you where it is, if the class is okay with waiting for a minute.” His voice sounded the same as it had in her mind. He walked over to her and took her arm gently, walking with her towards the restroom.

As soon as they were out of earshot of anyone, he quietly answered her unspoken question. “I’m your soulmate,” he said unprompted. Marinette blinked owlishly at him.

“But-”

“That’s impossible? You don’t have a soulmark, so you can’t have a soulmate? That’s not quite true. I don’t have a mark either, so I looked it up when I realized I wasn’t going to develop a mark. There are intangible marks, though they’re very rare. This is one of them. That said,” he turned to her, now that they were out of the class’s line of sight. 

That said, he repeated, if you don’t want a soulmate, we can pretend this never happened.

She shook her head furiously. Of course I want a soulmate! I just can’t believe it. Oh my god. I have a soulmate!!

He looked at her curiously. Before, you were thinking in French. Are you thinking in English on purpose now? he asked, taking her hand gently between his.

Marinette blinked. No, I guess I just heard you and switched. It felt easier than trying to translate. Why?

It’s just, he replied, you sound so lovely speaking French.

Marinette turned bright red as the two went back to the group.

[hunny-flower]

Expanding on that Willex angst I wrote a while back! Here are some of my favourite quotes so far 💜💜💜

‘Being in love was weird. It was strange and unnatural and it left Alex with a pit in his stomach- but it was good. It was so so good.’

‘Love was thrilling and it made little butterflies show in his stomach, but those butterflies could turn into moths at any second and make him want to vomit all the same.’

‘He tried not to think too hard about the way he felt after Willie hugged him, the way he desperately chased after his lips when they left his own.’

‘So Alex ignored it. He pulled away. No matter how hard he wanted to follow him.’

[nobodysgirlxo]

I have this idea for a Dean Winchester mini-series. Full of angst, idk if I should write it though

[daedriclorde]

Please consider this my formal apology for all the heartbreak imma dole out in this fic

I mean I’m gonna give SOME of it a happy ending but not for everyone, so

Sorry 😬

[lunaticrollins-blog]

i think my fic is gonna be called “Like dying, but slower” I have an obsession w that quote and idk if i made it up or i heard it somewhere anyWAYS IT FITS