#awkward encounters

"T-this isn't what it looks like," their rival stammered.

The protagonist stared back, because how could they not. "I thought your parents were rich," they blurted.

"T-they... They are," they said, face burning red.

Notes: Friendly reminder that while all THIS is going on, really Princess Heartmaker is just hovering above the dancefloor, angrily tapping at her phone like she’s the worst Flappy Bird player in the entire world.  She’s probably also screaming by now, at least internally, as she backtracks and tries to keep Marinette under long enough to ‘win’. (Meanwhile, your stupid author is wondering how the heck her senior crush slipped his way into the story. Oops?)

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Princess Heartmaker

Chapter Eleven: Feels Like it’s Some Old Movie, but the Script’s No Good and the Girl’s No Beauty

“Look out!”

“I got it!”

“Careful of my pigeons!”

Marinette took in a slow, deep, steady breath and held it, her lips curling into a peaceful smile as the familiar sounds of an afternoon in the park swirled around her.  The kids playing ball on the grass.  The tinkling carnival music of the merry-go-round blending with the happy laughter of the little girl begging for one more ride, Maman, pleeeeeease?  The excited conversation of the couple a few benches down trying to locate Andre’s ice cream cart on their phones.  M. Ramier, tossing stale crumbs he’d purchased from her father that morning to his beloved birds.  The soft strumming of an acoustic guitar from some guy busking near the gates.

The solid feel of her pencil in her hand.  The comforting weight of her sketchbook on her lap, the blank page smooth beneath the curve of her hand and filled with unspoken promise. Of potential.

After a long day at the training grounds Erend wants nothing more than to collapse into his bed, but when he gets back to his lodgings somethings not quite right...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38865294

"You've always been my worst enemy," the villain said, full of dramatic bitterness.

"Oh, ouch," the hero joked weakly, and stepped out from behind a curtain.

I JUST MOTHER FUCKING

KNOW

that Jason Todd's ass has Neighbors Know My Name on his god damn "Bedroom Playlist"

😫😫👌👌😅🤣

It's only logical, since I can see this being the scenario as to how Jay's neighbors found out his name the first couple weeks he moved into his new apartment and conquered a few loud drunken lays

*cough cough* (Dick and Roy) *fucking cough*

Jason : *walking out of his apartment*

Neighbor : *leaving theirs*

Neighbor : good morning,Jay

Jason :

Neighbor : or should I say "Jaybae"

Jason :

Neighbor : *wink wink*

Jason :