Send “ah, fuck it” to shove my muse up against a wall for a surprise kiss 👀
"ah, fuck it"  @parispurrfectpurrtector​Â
This dating thing is hard.Â
Marinette, after another intervention, had finally put both Luka and Adrien in the past. Luka had shown her that until Hawkmoth was defeated, a normal relationship was out of reach.
Hands clutched her purse as she kicked a lone rock down the sidewalk, her dress blowing gently in the wind. Even though a real relationship wasn’t possible, Marinette still went on the occasional date with someone from the dating app Alya had suggested. It was cruel-- knowing it would lead nowhere, but it kept Alya from nagging and the nice dinners and conversations were a little bonus.Â
A light chime comes from her phone, probably the guy from dinner-- either asking for next time or letting her know they just weren’t compatible. Whatever, it’s not like she was invested.Â
She glances at her watch-- 8:39pm. Shit. The date had dragged on a little longer than expected and Friday nights are when Chat would stop by, had she remembered to tell him she wouldn’t be there?
Caught up in her own thoughts, Marinette hadn’t even heard the light footsteps approach her. Before she knows it, her back is pressed against the brick wall of the alley way with a gloved hand covering her mouth.Â








