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im on vacay for the first time in six months and everything has gone to shit so im gonna just. officially add hiatus tags to stuff.
tldr it's my cat. my oldest cat. the one ive had for 15+ years. who has been in my life more time than she hasn't. i cannot start typing too much bc ill start bawling again but until she's out of the woods im just a fucking mess so
Okay very serious question am I the only person on planet earth who gets terrible SAD in the summertime im literally not even present in my own body and mind and life during the most beautiful season where everyone’s thrilled to be alive. I can’t read books I can’t keep it breezy around my friends and my room looks like it’s been visited by a half assed poltergeist whose only prank has been to remove every item from the drawers and closet and desk and pile them on the floor
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As he waited in the lobby for Ladybug to arrive, Chat straightened the bottom of his suit, tugging at his mask to make sure it stayed in place. Considering that it hadn’t been tailored to him, the suit did a good job of lending him a sharp silhouette, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that he’d spent a fair amount of time preening in front of the mirror as Plagg made his usual snarky remarks.
He definitely needed to get Marinette something as thanks after this. Maybe he could visit her when the gala was over, if she was still up…
The door opened then, derailing his train of thought, and Chat looked up, his mouth going dry. Ladybug was a vision in her dress-a beautiful carmine red-the lace bodice flaring out at the waist into a long skirt that accentuated her figure in all the right ways, and she’d styled her hair into an elegant updo.
Coming to a stop in front of him, she regarded him in amusement, her lips curling up in a coy smile. Chat swallowed roughly, meeting Ladybug’s eyes. “W-wow,” he murmured, “you look…”
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” Ladybug teased, her eyes glittering behind her mask. “Sorry I kept you waiting.”
“Ah, don’t worry about it,” Chat waved a hand dismissively “I haven’t been here long.” Turning around, he made his way to the party’s entrance, opening the door and gesturing for her to go first. “After you.”
She inclined her head in thanks, brushing past him and grabbing his hand, pulling him behind her. Chat glanced down in surprise, feeling her bare skin against his for the first time. She didn’t seem to notice what she’d done, her shoulders hunching as she took in the room, at all the people who had turned their attention to them at their entrance.
Stepping beside her, Chat lowered his head to murmur in her ear “don’t worry, m’lady, follow my lead.”
“You mean you know what you’re doing?”
“Of course I do,” he winked. “You’ve just got to know how to mingle at these things, and I have had a lot of practise.”
“Don’t ask how,” he added quickly, steering her in the direction of their host.
Once they’d made the rounds, greeting everyone and chatting with a few people, the event turned out not to be as unbearable as he’d feared. As the youngest people there, they were largely left alone, and with Ladybug by his side, they poked fun at some of the more stuck up guests and giggled behind their wine glasses at blatantly insincere attempts at flattery, until sooner than he expected, the event was over.
As they left behind the last few stragglers, Chat paused in the lobby, taking Ladybug’s hand, reveling in the feel of her soft skin against his own. Bowing lowly, he brought her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her fingers, and glancing up at her through his eyelashes. Smirking at the way her breath hitched at the gesture, he said “I had fun tonight, my lady.” And then, as she blushed, staring at him with wide eyes, he straightened, tightening his fingers around hers. “What do you say we stay out a little longer?”
Some poor naive soul on AO3 just exclaimed over it being almost two whole months since I updated something and asked if that meant it had been abandoned.
IDK how to break it to them that I sometimes go like half a year between updates on some stories
in case anyone wants to know a tidbit of the plot of my fic so far.
[text transcription: ...and begins his adventures as a literal mythical figure with ADHD, where the a stands for amnesia and one of the d’s contains a PTSD. end transcription]
