#bad decisions
bad decisions | dickinette
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summary: marinette knewshe shouldn’t have listened to chloe.
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All Marinette wanted was onenight of relaxation. Was that so hard to ask?
Her phone buzzed with a text from Adrien, once againbegging for her forgiveness, apologizing for his actions, promising to make it better.
It was the same story everyday since the day she caught him kissing Lila in Marinette’sapartment.
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Marinette hummed along with the song playing in her earbuds, carefully clutching onto her sketchbook so that it didn’t fly away.
She may be older now, but that didn’t mean her clumsiness wasn’t prone to show up now and then.
The song paused when an incoming call from Chloe flashed across her phone, and Marinette picked up immediately.
“Hey, Chlo!” she said, cheerfully. “What’s up?”
“Mari. Mom says you can go to-”
She cut off abruptly and the distinct sound of phone-wrestling was heard.
“Marinette,” Audrey Bourgeois’ cool, confident voice was heard. “You are going to be going to the USA as an ambassador for our partnership with the Waynes. My assistant will forward the details to you.”
The call was cut, leaving Marinette staring at her screen open-mouthed.
The USA? To form a deal with the Waynes?
Marinette phone, for the second time in the last few minutes, flashed with an incoming call from Chloe.
“Sorry about that Mari,” She sounded out of breath as if she had just yelled at someone.
Marinette laughed nervously. “It’s alright. But…what did Audrey mean about a deal with the Waynes?”
A man bumped into her and Marinette stumbled.
“Watch it,” he hissed and Marinette rolled her eyes, nervousness momentarily forgotten.
She started walking towards her apartment in favour of standing in the middle of the street.
As Chloe explained, Marinette fumbled with her keys, opening the door to her apartment.
The scene she saw made her jaw drop and her keys fall.
Adrien and Lila were tangled up together on the couch, vehemently kissing.
They hadn’t even noticed her coming in.
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Marinette thanked the flight attendant with a polite smile and pulled her suitcase through the airport.
As she emerged through the sliding doors, Gotham looked every bit of the gloomy and dark place it was described to be.
Rain poured down in torrents, sliding over cars.
Marinette, thankfully, got out of the rain unscathed and as she stepped into the limo that Audrey provided her with, Marinette gaped at the luxuriousness of it.
The female Bourgeois’ fortune never failed to shock her.
“To the hotel, ma'am?” asked the American driver, looking at her through the rear-view mirror.
Marinette cleared her throat and nodded. “Yes.”
The car started to move and curiously, Marinette looked outside the window, watching as the buildings flew by.
One, in particular, stood out, looking particularly grand and elegant compared to the other flashy buildings next to it.
On the building, a big ‘W’ was stamped upon it, and Marinette assumed it was the esteemed headquarters of Wayne Enterprises.
She was snapped out of her thoughts when the car came to a standstill, in front of a grand building, adorned with bright lights giving it a certain flair.
Marinette stepped out of the limousine already seeing some very harried-looking people hurrying to her.
“Welcome,welcome, Madame Dupain-Cheng,” A moustached man said exuberantly with a prominent french accent.
Marinette assumed he was french so she smiled at him politely and said, “Bonjour, Monsieur.”
Quickly, he took her single bag and directed her to her room, and Marinette had to say Audrey Bourgeois went all out on this one.
The room was luxuriously decorated with chandeliers and sparkling bottles of champagne in ice.
“Please do call if you need anything.”
Marinette nodded, still in shock as she shut the door behind him.
As soon as she did, her phone began to ring and Chloe’s name flashed across the screen.
Marinette sighed as she picked up. “Do you have some superpower?”
“I know I’m special Mari, you don’t need to remind me.” Marinette could practically hear the smugness in her voice.
“Sure, Chloe,” she drawled, walking into her room. “So, what’s up?”
“Two things,” Chloe said, suddenly business-like. “First, Adrien is taken care of. He doesn’t know you’ve gotten a new phone number, so he can’t call you anymore.”
Marinette felt some of the tension in her shoulders flow out of her. “Thanks, Chlo. What would I do without you?”
“Probably shrivel up and die.” Chloe sniffed haughtily but Marinette knew she was touched. “But anyway, two, I’ll be coming to Gotham the day after tomorrow, but you have a meeting with the Waynes tomorrow itself, so you’ll have to meet them on your own.”
Marinette groaned. “Seriously? Can’t you come tomorrow?”
She could hear the smirk in her best friend’s voice as she said, “Nope. You know I can’t. I still have to deal with the fall of the Gabriel Empire. Mom says there’s a lot to be taken care of and I can’t leave before that.”
Only sighing in response, Marinette flopped onto her bed. “I take back what I said before.”
Chloe cackled and Marinette was struck with a sense of dread. This wasn’t going to end well.
“You, Mari,” she said, “Are going to hate me even more after this.”
“Chloe-” Marinette started but said girl interrupted her before she could say anything.
“You,” Chloe paused dramatically. “Are going to be going on a night out. To themost famous club in Gotham.”
Marinette groaned. “Chloe, no.”
“Chloe, yes.” The girl cackled again. “I told you, you were going to hate me after this.”
Marinette sighed, this was a conversation they had somany times before.
It was always the same thing; Chloe thought Marinette should go and find more fish in the sea (especially after Adrien) and Marinette didn’t agree.
She was perfectly fine on her own.
“Marinette,” Chloe said, and this time, said girl knew she meant business. “It’s been agessince you’ve had some fun, especially with the work Mom’s putting you under. Now, you’re not even dating Adrien, so you can hook up with people. C'mon Mari, you’re in your twenties, live a little.”
Marinette sighed, already resigned.
“You’re lucky I brought some dresses with me.”
Marinette was already regretting her decision to listen to Chloe.
The club was loud, ridiculously loud and Marinette was already starting to get a headache from the volume.
She needed a drink.
It was most definitely a bad decision, but Chloe said to let go, and that was exactlywhat Marinette was doing.
Striding to the bartender confidently, Marinette asked for the strongest drink they have.
She settled herself on a barstool, sipping her drink, content with watching the writhing masses of the people.
“What’s a pretty lady like yourself doing alone?” A sleazy voice crooned.
Marinette cringed.
She turned around, only to see a mucholder man, smirking at her, clearly leering at her body.
“None of your business,” Marinette said shortly and turned her back to him.
“Aw, don’t be like that, love.”
Shuddering in disgust as she felt his hand on her arm, Marinette stood up.
And promptly stumbled over her feet.
So maybe she had had too much to drink.
“Get away from me,” she yelled over the loud music.
The man ignored her protest as he tightened his grip on her arm.
Marinette was getting ready to kick him right where it hurt when the man’s hand was ripped off her.
“I think,” a voice said casually, “She said to get away from her. I suggest you do that before things get messy.”
Marinette turned around to see a veryhandsome dark-haired man defending her honour.
She would be lying if she didn’t say she wasn’t attracted to him.
She was snapped out of her thoughts when her assailant stepped forward and tilted his head in a way Marinette assumed he thought was intimidating.
Spoiler alert: it wasn’t in the slightest.
Her 'knight in shining armour’ smirked. “Are we seriously going to do this?”
Marinette snorted. “Clearly.”
Shooting her a look that screamed danger, Marinette’s assailant stepped forward with his fist cocked.
Any bystander would have assumed that it was for the man standing next to Marinette.
Instead, his fist came flying to her and Marinette’s Ladybug instincts kicked in.
She ducked and shoved him back as hard as she could.
Marinette may or may not have underestimated how much strength she had.
He went flying and slammed into one of the chairs behind him.
“Oh my god,” the man whose name she stilldidn’t know, gaped.
Marinette stifled her laugh as all the people near them turned and gaped at him, assuming it was himwho caused the commotion.
“What the hell is going on here?’ A burly bouncer stood in front of them, arms crossed.
Marinette blinked her eyes open slowly as they adjusted to the light.
Where was she?
Light was streaming through the large windows of whatever room she was in and the sheets under her were as soft as silk.
Marinette tried to remember how exactly she ended up here.
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As Marinette’s assailant was being kicked out of the club, her knight turned to her.
"So,” he said charmingly and Marinette cursed herself as her heartbeat sped up. “I wasn’t expecting that, but it certainly wasn’t unwelcome. Maybe it’ll teach him something about consent.”
Marinette shrugged lightly. “I’m going to take that as a compliment.”
“It was one,” he responded humorously.
Marinette decided it was time she got his name.
“So,” she started casually. “Who ismy knight in shining armour? I think I deserve to know.”
He bowed. “Dick.”
Marinette reared back. “What?Is that supposed to be a joke?”
“No, no, no,” he said frantically. “My actual name is Richard, but you can callme Dick.”
“Oh.” Marinette felt her cheeks warming up but hopefully, Dick wouldn’t notice. “Well, my name is Marinette.”
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After that, things got fuzzy and Marinette vaguely remembered dancing with him.
And then kissing him.
And then coming home with him.
Marinette sat up suddenly, muttering, “This was a terrible decision, I should never have done this, I’m such an idiot-”
She fell silent as the sheets rustled beside her.
Turning around, she saw the man of the night himself stretched out all over the bed, smirking at her. “I didn’t think I was thatbad.”
Marinette rolled her eyes at him. “Cocky much?”
“Well,” he leaned forward, and Marinette willed herself to not look down. “I dohave some good comments and, if I do say so myself-”
He was cut off abruptly with Marinette throwing a pillow at him. “Ever heard of too much information?”
Dick held up his hands in apology. “But seriously, was it good?”
Marinette’s cheeks stained a light pink as she muttered, “Yes.”
He smirked.
“But,” Marinette said, to stop his ego from inflating. “Don’t let it get to your head.”
Obviously, her statement didn’t do anything.
Marinette stood up, picking up her clothes. “Is there anywhere I can change?”
“Already leaving?” Dick pouted and it was adorable.
Marinette had to fight the urge to not melt then and there. “Well, I do have places to be and things to do. So, yes.”
His face fell exaggeratedly and Marinette almostfelt bad.
Almost.
While he was getting out of bed, she fought to keep her gaze on his face only.
It took her a few seconds to realize he was pointing at something.
Feeling her cheeks turn scarlet, Marinette said, “Thanks!” and raced off to the safety of the bathroom.
Dick was left behind, and Marinette could practically hearhis smirk.
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“Youwhat?” Chloe screeched. “Oh my god Mari, I’m so proudof you!”
Marinette paused. “That was not the answer I was expecting.”
“I can’t believe yougot laid, that’s amazing-” Chloe sounded like she was about to ramble on and on, so Marinette cut her off.
“I know, and you can rant about it later, but right now, I need your help in getting ready for the Wayne meeting.”
Chloe grumbled but she complied anyway.
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Marinette straightened her back as the receptionist let her into the meeting room.
As she entered, Marinette subtly gaped at the luxuriousness of the room. It was beautiful but there were some improvements required.
Her internal rambling was cut off with a veryfamiliar laugh; one she had heard multiple times in the last night.
Turning around, Marinette felt her jaw drop.
“Dick?”
Sheknewsleeping with him was a terrible decision.
Rating: E 18+ (scenes of a sexual nature ~ canon typical violence ~ rated E for latter chapters)
Pairings: Simon Lewis x Jace (insert chosen last name here) / minor Alec Lightwood x Magnus Bane / minor Simon Lewis x others / Jace x Clary mentioned
Summary:“You should ask him out.” Jace choked on his water, eyes going wide as he spluttered and coughed. “What?” he managed to croak out, turning to look at Izzy like she had gone crazy and for all he knew she might have, considering the utter gibberish she was speaking. Sighing she rolled her eyes, “Simon, you should ask him out on a date instead of pining over him like some love struck idiot.”
Jace scowled, turning away from her and stalking down the hall in an attempt to get away from her and the ridiculous conversation. “I’m not pining,” he mumbled under his breath. He wasn’t pining. He didn’t do pining, no he was the one people pined over, not the other way round. And anyway, he didn’t want to date Simon. He just wanted to have sex with him, vigorously and often as well as maintain their current friendship. That wasn’t dating, it was friends with benefits except Simon didn’t do stuff like that. He was Mr. Relationship and Jace, wasn’t.
Track 1 - Jace ‘I won’t say I’m in love’ Herondale
I Won’t Say (I’m In Love) by Susan Egan
Track 2 - Friends don’t look at friends that way
that Way by Tate McRae
Track 3 - This night ain’t for the faint of heart
Wicked Ones by Dorothy
S.L.U.T by Bea Miller
Track 5 - I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be
I Found by Amber Run
Track 6 - I’m sorry to interrupt It’s just I’m constantly on the cusp of tryin’ to kiss you
Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys
Bonus track
Sharp Dressed Man by ZZ Top
Nothing Breaks Like A Heart by Mark Ronson feat. Miles Cyrus
Track 8 - Say something, I’m giving up on you
Say Something by A Great Big World feat. Christina Aguilera
Track 9 - I used to be love drunk but now I’m hung over
Love Drunk by Boys Like Girls
was reading all 13 volumes of oyasumi punpun in a single day a mistake? PERHAPS
Feeling horny and looking to make bad decisions…
Damn chastity cage has me super horny, so before it comes off in the next two days…
Any female followers interested in forcing me to wear panties a bit longer? All it takes is a message. Each day you message me telling me to wear panties, I will do it until you miss a day and then the game is done.
Kawaii is watching you scroll
I’ve come to realize that I was just rebounding to be honest. I’m still in love with my ex. He’s who I think about everyday. I listen to his music everyday just to hear his voice. It’s him that I want and this guy was just a distraction. I didn’t want him. The only thing about him that I found attractive was his tattoos and his dick to be honest. But my ex? Everything about him I love. He’s not my typical type. Not one tattoo, no facial or body hair. Emoish hair. He finally let me pierce his ears and nose so that made him a bit more my type. Now he’s wearing the earrings I bought him. I saw a pic on Instagram and he looked so fucking cute. Damn.. I really need to not date until I’m over him. Or else it’s bound to fail. I just wish he was ready for a relationship. I’d be with him in a heartbeat. Oh well. Right now I need to focus on me. Finding a place to live, working and making money. Building my savings back up. Paying my taxes. No time for boys. I don’t have time. I need to crack down or I could end up homeless or just fucked. It’s okay. I can do this. I. Am. Resilient. I always make it through the hard times when I swore I wouldn’t. I can do this.
I Dated A Manipulator
He’s literally so fucking annoying to me now. I can’t stand him. After talking to my best friend last night. He helped me remember the exact reason I stopped talking to my boyfriend in the first place. So back in June. We were fucking. I told him that’s all it was. We weren’t dating. Well in turn, he decided he was gonna be a fucking prick the rest of the night and treat me like shit in front of his friends. We went to karaoke and I just sat by myself. Everyone was having fun while I was having a panic attack. He told me I can just leave. When he was the one who took me there. So my friend came and picked me up. Once I got in his car I started crying so hard. Well fast forward to a little more than a month ago. Before we got together. We started talking again. I have no memory of that night besides remembering that he was being a dick and I was secluding myself during karaoke. I didn’t remember why it all started. Well my best friend remembered because that night I was texting my best friend the entire time. Well my now ex, decided to use the fact that I don’t remember to his advantage and gaslighted the living fuck out of me. He convinced me that it was ME that was being a major bitch that day, which triggered his mental issues and made him be a dick to me. So yeah. It was my own fault for why he was being a dick. So I thought aw shit, I’ll give him another chance because I was being a bitch back then. If I remembered what really happened that night I would have never given him a second chance. Ever. So yeah. Manipulative much? So now, every time he does something wrong he manages to swing it around qnd makes himself the victim and I’m the villain. Even though he’s the one who fucked up. Like when he had me pack all my stuff, just to kick me out of his apartment. He said it was because “I’m hard to confront”. He blames me.
Poor choices make for very fun nights.
The Bare Minerals lipgloss I got in my Ipsy/GlamBag is making my lips all tingly and cool. I KNOW that just means it’s irritating them, and I’m going to pay for it later. But damn, if it doesn’t feel good.
me in the midst of all the wrong decisions that I have made consciously
Just enjoying some coffee right before bedtime 8D love my mug by the amazing @lenle-g
I think I’m finally finished with this page. The big change, for today, is that I replaced the man with an animal. Introducing a human being into the book would be a bad decision.
At the moment I’m waiting eagerly for my Leica IIF to make its way from Belgrade, Serbia, to Southern Oregon. This camera was created sometime between 1951 and 1956. I’ve bought vintage cameras before and I’ve had good luck, most of the time. The only dud was a Polaroid camera converted to use Fuji Instax film. The camera itself was fine, but Fuji stopped making the film.
I’m looking forward to having a Leica again. I sold my Leica M3 out of necessity in 1988. It didn’t occur to me that thirty-years later I would regret selling it. Going 30 years before regretting a decision is okay by me — I regret most of my bad decisions immediately.
