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sweet-honey-tears · 1 year

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🪦Apocalypse 🔪

Bnha boys x GN Reader

Characters: kirishima,Bakugou,Dabi,Sero

Hi everyone! I’m back and this ‘story’ its extremely different from my others. It much more violent and metions some very sensitive and disturbing topics. So please read the warnings! I am very happy with how this came out but that being said it is still graphic. This totally wasint inspired by the Last Of Us becoming so popular and some other reading choices- yeah no….

As always request are welcomed!!

This story is a mix of head cannons and story’s!

WARNING: Blood,knifes,weapons, guns, Depiction of wounds, scars, Fight Rings, physical fighting,swearing

○ Kirishima ○

Kirishima first sees you working in the kitchen- or more so the makeshift one that’s used to feed the camp(compound).

You’re just humming, cutting carrots with this smile on your face. One of the little girls from the camp is sitting on the counter across from you. She’s both singing and talking to you- about some game she and the other girls were playing outside.

He’s just staring at you with these stars in his eyes as you hum with her. It for some reason makes the whole room feel cozy. Like the world hadnt just decided to throw a deadly curve ball. And instead, you’re working in a actual home and not a cement room.

He watches you, his eyes taking in the smooth motion of the knife. You’re good with it- like really good with it. You’re looking back at the girl, talk to her before looking back ahead, catching Kirishimas eye.

Kirishima is just standing in the doorway, his red (mostly black now! hair pushed up from his bandana. His gray shirt having small moth holes with the words RIOT chipping off. His dark blue jeans were stained at the knees and bottom leg. His lift arm had bandages from a wire cut.

He’s never met you before- you must be from another camp. Meaning you joined this one recently.

“Hey, Crimson Riot, you okay?”

Kirishima smiles, his chest bubbles and his cheeks get warm. His tanned skin hinted a light orange-pink.“You know those comic books?”

Kiri watches you pause mid-carrot cut, he can see the excitement in your face.

“Hell yeah, that was my childhood!”

“Bad words aren't good!” The little girl huff, breaking Kiri from the trance he just entered. Your so… bubbly.

“Shh let’s not tell Mama, k?” Kiri watches you pick her off the counter and place her on the ground. She pinkie promises you, whispering something about wanting a strawberry. And he watched in utter amusement as you hand her one from the counter. Her giggles echoing in the hall as she runs away with her treasure.

Kirishima and you remain, talking about comic books while he’s helping you cut vegetables and make the stew for tonight.

Slowly he keeps coming in and ends up singing songs with the little girl who always seems to be with you in the kitchen.

He finds out you’re from the compound in the south. It had been overrun by the undead due to the attack that had happened earlier that day. An attack by a gang. You had been by the river doing laundry when it happened. The gunfire and explosions- the undead weren’t the problems so much anymore, it was more so people. The undead second.

Kirishima held you the night you told him that, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as you push your head into his chest. You both lay in his bed, a late night cleaning dishes brought you here. You’re in between his leg, leaning against his chest as you whisper out your venture here.

Kiri listens intently, his face barrier in your hair. When you go silent, he squeezes you tightly, whispering out comforts.

○ Katsuki Bakugou ○

Bakugou comes across you in the middle of a supply run with Mina

You’re alone- they can tell- and your huffing air. Your baggy pants hang on your waist and Katsuki can see glimpses of a striped tank top under your zip-up All Might sweatshirt from that old cartoon. Damn, you must be around his age considering the old branding on it.

They both stare at you as you swing your bat down on some poor fool. Pure anger and strength run through your body as you kick the man hard in the chest. Your breath comes out in puffs as you reach down, grabbing the man’s small handgun and disassembling it in an instant.

Bakugou watches in utter amazement from behind some bushes and trees. Mina at his side eyes the both of you. Bakugou remembers the feeling of his mouth going dry “I ant gonna join your shitty cult ya fuckin creep.” You spit at the man. Kat watches, seeing if you’ll go possibly to the final stage of your anger. Are you in control of your rage?

His heart twists as you stare down for a second more. “Now SCRAM. And tell that damn Erny I am not joining.” The man, who’s now sitting up slightly staring at you starts backing away- before full-on sprinting.

“Y’all want something?”

He remembered the look Mina gives him, her fading pink curls bouncing off her dark skin. The sly grin. Fuck.

Bakugous heart flutters a bit when he watches you teach the little kids about proper punching form- self-defense of course.

His cheeks dust prink when you coo at him, dragging your fingers across the back of his shoulder blades as you stroll past him.

God you drive him crazy, but he loves it.

○ Dabi ○

Dabi finds you in an abandoned building. You’re a patchwork of a person if he’s ever seen one. And that coming from him. His face and body were covered in burns from a fire that happened during the chaos of the outbreak. But you- you’re wrapped in bandages, bandaids, and a Cotton pads. You’re eyes are sunk in and you're pale. You’re bruised, and Dabi can see it peeking from your stained shirt collar.

Dabi watched you pathetically lift a handgun, your shaped lips parting to speak out

“I’m not fucking going back”

“No one’s gonna make your doll.” Dabi raises his hand when he hears togas feathery footsteps pad up to the room. A silent signal to say ‘stop’

“I don’t wanna go back.” you’re sniffling and Dabi feels a bit awkward watching it, believing your about to cry till he watches drips of blood fall from your nose.

He lowers himself to the ground and just slowly stalks towards you before he’s wrapping his tattered coat around your shaking form and picking you up.

You’re… different. For someone scared shittless when he found you, you’re incredibly snarky. You throw comebacks like candy and roll your eyes with annoyance at a certain comment.

He watched in utter amazement as you told Shigarki to shut up and later danced in the middle of the kitchen with Toga and Twice. It’s like you’re a different person.

Dabi doesn’t mind the days you switch tho. When you plop yourself next to him on the worn-out couch, shoving yourself into his side shaking slightly

He’ll sigh as tho he’s annoyed but open his coat for you. You'll shuffle closer, laid against him, his coat and arm around you. Those are the days you don’t do much.

You came from a Fight Ring. One where humans went against the undead for entertainment. Or even human against human.

Toga told him you fight like what she imagined a Viking would. Ruthless. He’s unsure if believed Toga when she says you’ve ripped the head off the rotten remains of a walker (a zombie) - expertly avoiding being bit.

That being said. You have bites on your arms. “They’re not infected.” That is all you say and Dabi just nods. He understands all to well. He’s seen those rings.

You where shaking when you told him, rage or fear he didn’t know. But you found your wrapped in Dabi coat, huddled into his side. His low hum the only indicator he’s listening as his palm fins your back.

○ Sero ○

Sero knew you before it all went to hell. You were both neighbors, grew up together as children and hung out when you were teens. You slept over a lot too. It started when you were middle schoolers, watching cartoons. High school had you smoking- that was hard to hide when his parents got home . And college had you both staying up late and studying. And now, you two sometimes sit together a little to be considered friends and talk in hushed tones. As if speaking to loud would break the fragile barrier you had.

Sero rememberers how you yelled for him, causing him to stubble down the stairs of his home and to the door to find you. Your in a pajama shirt and blue jeans. The remains of your other neighbor now is on your face. Blood splattered on your cheeks and chest from the heavy blast. A shotgun resting in your shaky hands. You look both scared and calm, but your breathing is sharp.

Sero currently watches you talk to Denki. Something about a new compound that may need scouting. You've grown so much in just a year or two. In ways, Sero sometimes can't comprehend.

“Mi Amor(my love)” Sero called and you turned. His smiles widens at your own bright one. Denki sees him too, waving his eyebrows before saying goodbye to you and walking off.

You and Sero are dating, and have been since 3ish months after it all started. During one of the scariest movements in your life, you had let out your confession. You, Bakugou, Sero, Denki, and Kiri had been patrolling for food but had come across some twisted people. Something happened, and in the end you’re group had been split up. It was you, Denki, and Sero trapped in a building. Denki had been knocked out, by a rifle butt. You stood at a window, rocking a rather deep slash on your arm. Between you and Sero, there was no real firepower.

“If we make it out of this, we’re going on a date.”

“What?”

“I think I still have some instant ramen in my pack.”

“I wonder if that old ramen shop will still have your favorite kind.”

“You mean the one we got kicked out of?”

“Yeah, that one.” Sero hummed looking towards you. “You wanna go there? I wonder if they still have those seasoning packets.” Sero, Smirked. Remembering the time you snorted the power of one by accident.

“Yeah.” You smiled at him warmly.

“Well, now we gotta get out of here.”

Sero and you danced in the middle of your kitchen. There wasn’t any music, just Sero humming to a song that wouldn’t ever end.

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kokinu09 · 2 months

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The Alien Armada Series

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A/N: Long time no see! With Z4’s announcement, I decided to jump back into one of my many WIPs and came across this one that was a quarter of the way finished! Enjoy~

Toes the line of T —> M but I’m not changing the rating. Nothing explicit.

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Being the Armada leader of a telepathic species meant having quiet moments with her own thoughts was rare for A-dison. It seemed like there was always someone chirping into her mind with a question or request for her opinion.

The majority of the time, she didn’t really mind. It was natural to their people. But her time on Earth began to make her question whether she enjoyed letting everyone into her mind so freely.

This day in particular had her questioning their extraterrestrial habit.

‘A-dison, the transmission division is doing maintenance on Mothership this evening.’ A-spen’s voice chimed in her mind.

‘Wonderful. Thank you for the update, A-spen.’ She replied silently as she applied a new lip gloss Bree had suggested for her date with Zed tonight.

‘I donated my thermal overgarment to a human who was displeased by the temperature so they would stop their constant complaining. Can I borrow one of your extras, A-dison?’ A-li asked, sounding very annoyed to begin with.

‘Of course. I always keep an extra in the Command Room aboard Mothership. Feel free to take that one.’ A-dison offered through the mind link. At the same time finished her lips with a pop and set the tube aside.

She stared at herself in the mirror; blue hair curled, makeup done, lips plump from her new gloss. The dress she’d picked out at a human shop felt soft, flowy, and breathable on her body. A very pleasant contrast to the skin-tight bodysuits she was accustomed to. But it still hugged her waist just enough to show off her curves perfectly. She smiled at her reflection, excitement and space moths fluttering in her stomach thinking about showing Zed this new look.

‘I’ve decided to participate in an event called “The Olympics”. It consists of numerous competitions on strength, speed, and endurance.’ It was A-lan this time, interrupting her thoughts. A-dison audibly huffed in frustration. But before she could reply, another voice piped in.

‘Do you think you should leave the humans something of their own to compete over?’ A-spen asked curiously.

There was a brief pause before A-lan answered. ‘The joy of competition has consumed me and, unfortunately, I am just so good at winning.’

A-dison’s annoyance rose as A-spen went back and forth with A-lan about his decision inside her head. But she took a deep breath and let it go, opting to try tuning them out as she finished getting ready.

That was until—

‘A-dison?’ She froze at A-spen calling her name. ‘You’ve been quiet for all of this. Would you like to offer your opinion?’

‘Um! I, uh,’ she tried piecing together a response, ‘A-lan is allowed to make his own choices. We should let him explore his emotions!’ She mentally patted herself on the back for managing to come up with something halfway believable on such short notice.

‘Hm, that is a good point.’ A-spen agreed, sounding calculated and almost hesitant.

‘Excellent! I am eager for the humans to eat my stardust!’ A-lan then added proudly, ‘I’m practicing the “trash talking”.’

A-dison chuckled to herself at his excitement, happy that her people were having such fun in their new home. A gentle smile graced her lips as she finished the last few things she needed to be ready for her date.

~*~

For the thousandth time, A-dison mentally responded to another question posed by the maintenance team to her via the mind link. She hadn’t even realized her expression had blanked out, again, until Zed was snapping her out of her internal conversation with a clear of his throat.

She blinked rapidly as she refocused on the green-haired boy in front of her once more. “I am sorry, what were you saying, Zed?”

She didn’t miss how his smile had already dropped and his shoulders sagged in disappointment. “Uh, nevermind, it’s not important.” He sighed, poking his half-melted froyo with his spoon.

“But it is important,” A-dison insisted as she reached a hand out to touch his free one. “I enjoy hearing about your interests.”

He glanced up at her from under his lashes skeptically, trying to tell if she was messing with him or not. “No offense but you don’t seem very interested to hear me talk about football.”

She quickly shook her head with wide eyes in denial. “No, I very much am interested, Zed! Listening to you speak of something you’re so passionate about has my chest warming to magnitudes that rival the sun!”

Zed ducked his head shyly, the tips of his ears burning red as he couldn’t help but smile and laugh. His smile doesn’t fade as his fond eyes lift to look at her, his hand squeezing hers as he once again abandons his spoon in favor of drinking her in. “I believe you, Addy.” He assured her, then tilted his head towards the door. “Why don’t we get out of here, it’s getting pretty crowded. Maybe we can watch a movie or something at my place?”

Her eyes lit up at the suggestion, taking one last bite of her vanilla froyo before she jumped up from her seat. “Yes, let’s! The prospect of getting the ‘cuddles’ while watching a fictional dramatization depicting the culture of your plant sounds wonderful!”

Zed can’t help but chuckle, getting up and happily taking her hand as they exit the popular froyo shop to head for Zed’s house.

~*~

Earth’s customs still confused A-dison at times but she could really get used to these films they call ‘RomComs’. Not only did they help her understand Earth dating culture slightly better, a great source material for research, but she also found them incredibly enjoyable. Even if she had to occasionally avert her focus to answer someone popping into her mind link. The story was still lighthearted with plenty of opportunities for laughter and she found herself glancing up at Zed every time something romantic happened between the protagonists.

Maybe their story could have been in one of these ‘RomCom’ movies.

She absentmindedly played with a button on his shirt as the movie went on. Her fingers tracing the circular pattern above his heart.

Zed had seen this movie a hundred times over the years, one of his favorites if he was honest. And he knew what was coming. It was almost to the great climax where the guy confesses to the girl. The groundbreaking moment when they leap into each other’s arms to share their first kiss and live happily ever after.

Zed knew exactly what was able to happen. So why was he so nervous about it?

Oh yeah. The girl he’s in love with is cuddled in his arms and is about to witness a very passionate kissing scene probably for the first time and he most definitely wants to replicate said scene with her. And he inwardly wondered if she would want to kiss him too.

The way her delicate fingertip drew shapes over his hammering heart made him wonder if she could tell. Did she know what she was doing to him? Was she doing it on purpose to tease him? No. As much as he would enjoy being teased by the alien, she was way too naive to know how much of an effect something so small had on him. Only because it was her doing it.

The scene began to play out on the screen. As the man confessed his feelings to the leading lady, Zed’s cheeks burned but he still tightened his hold around her shoulders, rubbed his hand up and down her arm in a gentle gesture.

A-dison didn’t pay his movements any mind, eyes fixed on the screen. Tears were welling up in the actress’s eyes as a smile spread across her face. A-dison felt her heart begin to race, unsure of how they would further express their love. The human woman rushed forward and the man did the same until they were embracing, A-dison’s hold instinctively tightened around the man in her own arms.

Zed pulled her that much closer, his eyes ignoring the movie in favor of gagging her reaction, completely mesmerized by how beautiful she is when she’s focused.

The characters stared into each other’s eyes, transfixed on seeing into their lover’s soul, seeing the love reflecting equally as passionately as their own. He started leaning in, his eyes flickering to her lips, hers hooded with anticipation. A breath is lodged in A-dison’s throat as she held it there, watching at the edge of her seat to see how the humans express their true feelings for one another.

Because even as an alien, she knows intimacy when she sees it.

The moment their lips had touched, A-dison let out a quiet gasp. She watched their expressions, trying to read how they were feeling, the music swelling into a dreamy euphoria as an assistive depiction.

Suddenly, she turned to Zed. Her eyes were wide and wild as they bounced around his face, something he had never seen with her.

“Zed,” she breathed, “can I— we— I would really like to experiment with you what they are doing.” She finally rambled out, already scooting herself up and closer to him for better access to his mouth. He couldn’t help but chuckle, cheeks burning from her bluntness.

“Yeah Addy, you can kiss me. I’d like that too.” He confessed, eyes flicking to her glossy lips.

Her heart was beating harder than it ever had before. There was a brief second that she worried it was going to explode right there in her chest.

He allowed her to make the move, giving her as much time and space as she needed. As she grew closer, he could feel her warm breath fan over his lips, subconsciously wetting them with his tongue in anticipation. A small noise falling from her as she caught sight of the movement.

She wasn’t even sure why the sight of the appendage felt so attractive to her. But the prospect of what it might feel like to taste him made her legs begin to shake.

There was a momentary pause, a hesitation from her inexperience. Her eyes slipped back up to meet his, big blue orbs full of innocence and begging for guidance. His heart melted with adoration, his hand reaching to cup her cheek gently. He closed the gap.

Their lips touch light as a feather and A-dison worried for a moment that her stardust spark had gone haywire again. But when she peeks her eyes open when they pull back, Zed showed no sign of being in pain, eyes still closed and a blissful smile gracing his features.

When Zed finally opened his eyes to see her reaction, his smile widened. The 1000-watt smile that lit up her face made the whole botched date worth it. Watching this cheeky movie was the best choice he’d ever made in his life.

“Oh, Zed!” She said in breathless eagerness. “That was interstellar!” He ducked his head shyly but the wide smile he wore didn’t falter. “May we please engage in more of the kissing?” She nearly begged.

“Of course, Baby,” his eyes softening as he tucked a stray blue curl behind her ear. “As you said, we have all the time in the galaxy.”

~*~

Even after nearly 15 minutes, A-dison was still far from getting bored of this newfound connection she could feel with Zed. Their lips locked and tongues tangled in this unknown dance of passion. Her legs seated on either side of his hips, his hands on her waist while hers cup his cheeks, tangle in his hair.

Now and then she managed to pull the sweetest noises from him; soft gasps, needy moans. Not that she was fairing much better. But she craved to hear more out of him, testing how different touches and pressures on certain parts of his body drew the sounds louder from deep in his throat.

Her lips trailed down the strong line of his jaw, experiencing with gentle scrapes of her teeth along his skin. Trailing down the column of his throat and giving the tender flesh a trustingly harder bite—

‘Greetings A-dison!’ A-spen’s voice rang loudly in her mind. Being startled with her teeth against her lover’s neck, her jaw clamped unexpectedly and made Zed yelp. ‘I hope I’m not interrupting your evening!’

A-dison quickly pulled back. “Zed! Are you ok?! I am so sorry!” She apologized frantically, checking the spot on his neck for any punctures that might need attention. Sighing in relief at finding none too serious.

“I’m ok, don’t worry,” he assured her with a flushed smile, still affected by their extended make-out session. “What happened? Are you ok?”

“Uh, yeah! I’m alright!” She let out a nervous laugh but quickly decided she could not keep trying to hide it from him. With a heavy sigh, she opened her mouth to explain—

‘Ummm? Hello? A-dison? Are you conscious? Do I need to call the medics?’ A-spen once again interrupted.

‘I am fine, A-spen! No need to alert the medics. I was just, in the middle of something.’ She replied in the mind link.

‘Oh! Apologies! I will allow you to complete your task and return with my inquiry shortly!’ And with that, they were gone again.

“—dison? A-dy? Are you sure you’re ok?” Zed’s worried voice broke through her thoughts, hands gently gripping her shoulders.

“Yes! I’m fine! I-I’m sorry Zed,” she murmured, dropping her head in defeat. Unsure of what to do now. “I have not been completely honest with you this evening.”

Zed blinked in confusion. “What do you mean, Baby? Is something the matter?” His brows furrowed with concern.

“No no, there’s not anything wrong with me. It has more to do with…my nature.” She admitted. “I’m sure you have heard about our mind linking abilities?” Seeing him nod along, she went on. “They are doing maintenance on Mothership as we speak and all night I have been intercepting communications with the crew. Answering questions, giving my opinion, or advice,” she listed off with another sigh. “And just now, I had gotten surprised by A-spen popping in out of nowhere and ended up almost hurting you.” She said, pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation.

When she opened her eyes again, he could see the frustration and sincere apology swimming in her stormy blue orbs. “I never meant to ignore you, or hurt you! I wanted our date to be special and all I did was mess it up…”

Zed lifted his hand to cradle her jaw cheek, stroking his thumb across her cheekbone affectionately. “You didn’t mess up anything, A-dy. Tonight has been one of the best nights of my life!”

“Really?” Her eyes sparkling with hope.

“Yeah, really.” He assured her, leaning back in for a soft kiss to her lips. “And if you wanna continue where we left off~,” he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows, “maybe you can just cut the connection for a little while? It can be just us for a bit.”

She wanted to mentally smack herself. Why hadn’t that option even crossed her mind?

Without a second thought, she zoned into the universe mind link with her people. ‘Greetings everyone. For the remainder of the evening, I will be unavailable via mind link. Please refer questions to A-spen, as my second in command, or I will be available to answer tomorrow morning. Thank you.’

Then she disconnected. Not waiting for a response. Not explaining herself further. Just disconnected.

There was a strange wave of relief that washed over her in that moment. Relief of the responsibilities. Relief in knowing no one would pop into her head without warning or consent. Relief of knowing she could relax for once.

And the adrenaline rushing through her veins from actually doing it!

Her wide, wild gaze snapped to Zed’s. He could practically feel the shift in her energy, his hands sliding back to their comfortable place at her hips giving them a light squeeze of encouragement.

“Now where were we?” She teased before diving back in for more of those delicious kisses.

#the alien armada series #kokinu09 writes #zombies #zombies 3 #zeddison #zed x Addison #zed zombies #addison zombies #disney zombies #do I remember my own tags? no

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theburgessobserver · 2 months

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ROTG canceled Sequel-SCRIPT!(Found media!!!)

La fin du monde

Extateres arrivent

The Moon made an announcement to the world at large revealing his true intentions: a mind like ourselves, an intellect vast and cool and unsympathetic regarding the plain of existence and our planet at the center of it with envious eyes and slowly but surely drawing his plan against us…

Tonight important news!ACTION NEWS MODESTO CA.

Greetings people of Earth I am Moon soon to be the grand ruler of all.I am here for my moonrocks to give them to me at once!

(Reporter 2)Wow!will you look at that

He made an address to the Earth

Saying it in every country in every language.

Bonjour les genstes de le terre earthy

Saudandons as gentsos de la terra firmy

Saluti,la gentes di terra earthy

Pozdrav vy genty na Zemisky terry?

I SAY Ello you lot down there and terra firma

I have come for you…all of you!

I have been there since the beginning every day growing stronger and fauxing you and your mighty military forces and alleged myths and legends. My Lunar fleet is ready so I can sail off the moon with my army of Lunar robots and Moths to annihilate your civilization afterwards.

When North saw this he calmly drank some cocoa and the flipped ultimate emergency switch.

Moon's forces attacked in the first wawe only the most important towns:New York,Paris,Los Angeles,Rio,Quebec,Pencaster,Pilsen, and Pontypandy,Wales.

This isn't a war, the Chief fire officer Boyce said. It never was a war, any more than there's war between man and ants.' Pontypandy doesn't have a single police officer let alone army base due to the town being involved in so many fires it was decided to give all the funds to the F.D. and canceled the other to keep the town in one piece.Which turned out to be an supringly unsurpisingly bad idea.

1-B1 Lancers were diverted on a there”milk run”to destroy the moons earth base.

The President had a quick speech

“My fellow americans…you know what I must do so let's just skip to it…and promptly pressed the Nuke launch button.”

North and Jack were having a great time talking about and eating rabbit stew and talking about boiled rabbits and how tasty they are unbeknowst to them Bunnymund was there.

In the secret underground safety bunker there was a big argument.

Gentlemen please!NO FIGHTING IN THE WAR ROOM!The President said.

Bunnymund was putting on at full blast the song LEGAL TENDER

Will you please turn that infernal racket off!!!!!!!!!

Cmon Monger we can't have the end of everything without a rocking song to go with it.

Frost manadged to redeem some of the robots with an big speech that made them realized the truth

"Uhhh...why are you bad?Why cant you be like..I dont know?Good?"

The robots imeaditly killed all there former friends which were also robots after this realization.

Moon came across a kid and said:WELL,WELL WELL If it isnt,Sandy!?His mother came in"His name is not sandy". "Shut up Toothiana"Moon replied

Bunnymund and his entire egg army was getting ready to fight

"Why must the world come to an end on Easter"he said to himself angrily.

NEWSPAPER:PREZ JIMMY CARTER SAYZ:TIME TO PRAY…

meanwhile

North was so speechless he lost his voice

Phil the yeti to Dingle the elf

“North has lost his voice!”

“I hope he finds it soon," Dingle said in reply.

Monger couldnt help but start to cry...sniff..."my entire life was but a prelude to this magic moment"He said while shoting armies of moonbots with rocket launchers...and seing sandys giant dynosaurs stomping them to pieces made him add"This is not a dream...its the great reality of life!"

Jack Frost was angry:MIM YOU HAVE KILLED MY FATHER!!!AGAIN!!!!HE WAS FURIOUS

“Now,when you came here I said you were fools who would never accomplish anything and would only die….and now I see….that I was right.

Meanwhile a mad scientist(actually not really mad, quite kind and cheerful)was busy at work creating…a boggity…boggity…MONSTER!!!!

Yes…the Monster…………..CHICKENSTEIN!!!!!!!!

HAPPY APRIL FOOLS!

#dreamworks #rotg #rise of the guardians #rotg jack frost #jack frost #monsters vs aliens #jackson overland frost #rotg bunnymund #e. aster bunnymund #rotg north #rotg tooth #dr strangelove #april fool's day #april fools 2024 #easter 2024 #easter

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thruheavenandhighwater · 1 year

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Silly Me

Pairing: Steve Harrington/ Eddie Munson

Requested By: NA

Word Count: 5,818

Summary: Steve and Eddie are drawn to one another like moths to flames, but they always push each other away. But, no matter what either of them does they always seem to end up back in the same place.

Inspired by Silly Me by WSTR.

"I try to brush it off, but silly me I'm at it again. I need to call it quits before I lose a friend. I feel so wrong now, have for so long now."

Content Warning: This is an angsty fic that does not have a happy ending. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.

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The bed felt too big around Steve. The room, too dark. Too empty. It had been hours since he turned off the small TV in his living room and trudged his way into his bedroom. But he was still wide awake, tired eyes looking for shapes in the popcorn texture of his ceiling like they were clouds over a field.

The angry red numbers on the nightstand alarm clock read 1:12. He's still awake, Steve thought. 1 am is early in Eddie's world. He'd answer if Steve called. He always answered when Steve called.

Steve wanted to call. He wanted to hear his familiar voice on the other line. What he really wanted, if he was honest with himself, was to have him tucked into bed with him. His head on Steve's chest, arms around each other. But he knew that wasn't an option.

His fingers ached beneath his blue comforter. They wanted to pick up the phone. They wanted to dial the seven digits that were written in bold sharpie on a post it note next to the phone, even though Steve had memorized them. 219-6215.

He rolled over in the too big bed. He closed his eyes and tried to think of anything that wasn't Eddie Munson. He failed. Of course he did, he always did. No matter what, his mind always drifted back to the long haired man with the soft eyes and dimpled smile.

It wasn't long before he decided that it was pointless. Trying to push him away from his thoughts was like trying not to breathe. Eddie had been firmly planted in Steve's mind since the day Dustin introduced them.

"Just give him a chance," the younger boy begged over the counter of the Family Video. "You don't have to love him, but it would be nice if my two best friends at least didn't hate each other."

That was over a year ago. And Steve still laid awake in bed most nights thinking about the boy he wasn't supposed to want. He knew that tonight, not unlike most nights, he would give in and pick up the phone.

The whiskey burned as he swallowed. The first one always burned a little. Steve gritted his teeth, sucking in a sharp breath to offset the burn of the dark alcohol. It didn't work. But it was habit at this point to try.

Two more shots and Steve was picking up the phone. He barely even thought about the sequence of digits as his thumb expertly dialed. He closed his eyes, his chin falling to his chest as the phone rang in his ear.

Once.

Twice.

"Hello?" He answered in the middle of the third ring. Steve hoped he would sound tired so that he would have a reason to hang up. But he wasn't. Of course he wasn't. It was barely 2 am.

"Hi," Steve sighed.

"Harrington," the way his last name sounded on Eddie's lips was something close to magical. The obvious smile in his voice had Steve grinning into the phone. He was almost ashamed at the way his shoulders immediately dropped at the sound of his voice. All of the tension he'd carried with him all day suddenly melting away with two words.

He wished he didn't have to be drunk to talk to him. He wished he could pull out the Harrington charm like he used to when he was younger. He wished it would work, even if he could.

"What're ya upto?" Steve asked, trying to hide both his smile and the slight slur the alcohol lent to his speech.

"Was thinkin' I might mess around on my guitar a bit," Eddie sighed. Steve heard shuffling in the background. Like papers moving against each other. He heard a small grunt from Eddie. He imagined him sitting on the small counter next to the phone in his kitchen. "But now I'm talkin' to you."

"Want me to letcha go?" He wasn't sure which answer he wanted.

"Nah," Eddie answered flippantly. "She'll be there later. Or tomorrow. Not like I was gonna write the next Holy Diver or anything."

Steve giggled into the phone. He felt indescribably silly. He imagined how Eddie might have reacted to the sound on his own end of the phone. Did he roll his eyes? Did it make him smile? He resigned himself to not knowing and moved on, pouring another shot.

"Never know, Eddie," he told him as he downed his fourth drink of the night.

"Guess you're right," he answered. "Promise I'll still answer the phone at 2 am when I'm a big ol' rockstar someday."

"Oh, really?"

"'Course," Eddie said. "Gonna need to keep friends like you around. Make sure I don't go crazy." He laughed at the end. A single chuckle, a forced breath through smiling lips.

Friends like you.

Steve wanted to laugh along with him. He wanted to joke about Eddie's future as a world famous rock star. But the laugh died in his throat. He croaked out a pained, pitiful whine that echoed in his chest. He pulled the phone away from himself, hoping the distance would hide the sound.

He was Eddie's friend. He would always be Eddie's friend. Nothing deeper. Nothing more than drunken phone calls in the middle of the night. Steve took another shot to silence the repetition of Eddie's words in his head. The alcohol burned less than the truth. So, he poured another.

~~~~~

Eddie had expected a call tonight. He got a call most nights, after all. But when 2 am rolled around and the beige plastic that hung on the kitchen wall stayed silent, he figured it wouldn't happen. When 3 am came and went, he knew. There was a part of him, a nagging sort of uncomfort in his chest, that was disappointed.

Once the alarm clock beside the bed ticked over to 3:30 he gave up waiting. It was early, but he retired to bed anyway. He stripped off his jeans, adding them to join his shirt from earlier on top of a growing pile of discarded laundry near his bedroom door. The pile being near the door was supposed to mean it got washed more often. But as it grew to reach his mid thighs it was obvious that wasn't the case.

His bed was unmade, sheets disheveled and shoved towards the side of the bed that was pressed to the wall. The old mattress groaned beneath his weight as he fell into it. He grabbed at the sheets, throwing one over himself. The thin cotton was cold against his bare skin. A days worth of neglect lending a bit of a chill to it.

He balled the excess material in his hands and clutched it to his chest. He crossed his arms over the makeshift bundle of fabric as he closed his eyes tightly. Everything in him wanted to sleep. Wanted to pass out, clock out from the world for the night. But he couldn't do it. His mind refused to sleep.

Some might assume that it was his artist's brain at work. A constant stream of chords, words, ideas. Some nights those people would be right. Some nights he did stay awake with the moon scribbling lyrics down on the backs of old envelopes. Some nights he did finally find the perfect chord progressions that he'd been looking for all week.

But most nights… Most nights he just sat in his bed with his thoughts chewing at his mind like an animal with its leg caught in a trap. There was no escape. There was no getting out of what he'd gotten himself into. And it was slowly killing him.

All of his songs lately were about the same thing. The same person, really. Everything he's written for the last year was about Steve. Even the songs that weren't explicitly about pining and wanting things you could never have had elements of him laced into them.

If you asked, he'd tell you that they're all about some girl from high school. Some girl he saw who never saw him. But anyone who paid close enough attention would recognize Steve Harrington amongst his words.

"She has the prettiest eyes" he'd say with a dreamy smile. "That kind where they're brown, but then kinda green sometimes. Ya know? And this long hair that's, like, I dunno, it's just really pretty."

It was annoying, more than anything. When they'd gone to school together he barely knew Steve existed. They ran in different circles, only ever in the same space at the same time when Eddie would make some easy money at the rich kids parties. But now? Now Steve lived in his head. His smile on a permanent rotation through his thoughts.

He silently cursed Dustin Henderson as his eyes opened to the dark room. The younger boy had urged them to meet, downright insisting that they could be friends.

"He's not as bad as he was when you were in school," Henderson had said with an eye roll that almost made Eddie laugh. "He's actually really cool once you get to know him." He had been reluctant, telling Dustin that he would wait for the official class reunion.

But now, a year later, he spent his nights alone hoping Steve would call. Knowing that he'd answer and that they'd talk for hours. Eddie knew better than to ask why he was calling. After the third or fourth middle of the night call, he learned that Steve never had a reason. He just wanted to talk. And Eddie was more than happy to oblige. Phone calls from Steve were one of the only things Eddie had to break up the monotony of life after 8 pm in Hawkins. Plus, and he'd deny it if you asked, he liked talking to Steve.

Suddenly the familiar ring sounded from the kitchen. He was almost afraid of how quickly he was out of bed and across the room, on his way to answer before Steve hung up.

"Hello?"

"Eddie!" Steve yelled in his ear so loudly that he had to pull the phone away from his face.

"Harrington?" He questioned, though he knew nobody else would call him at almost 4 in the morning.

"Eddie, hi!" He slurred his name and Eddie's heart sank. He was drunk. He was always drunk. "Are you awake?"

"Wouldn't be talkin' to ya if I was sleeping, Steve." He answered. The giggle that came through the phone was adorable, and that was not a word Eddie Munson used often.

"They're kickin' m'out," Steve all but whined.

"Who?"

He heard Steve asking someone their name before he answered, "Denny."

Eddie knew Denny. Of course he knew Denny. He'd been tending bar at grimy little dives around Hawkins since before Eddie was born. For the past few years he'd been working at a place not far from his house, Rooster's. It was a stupid name for a bar, but the drinks were cheap and it was walking distance when Eddie had a few too many. He knew the place well.

"Tell him I'm on my way."

A few minutes later Eddie was pulling open the front door of Rooster's. It was eerily quiet without the music that usually played from the jukebox. He found Steve easily, being that he was the only person slumped over the bar half asleep.

"Get him home, kid." Denny instructed as he placed Steve's arm around his own shoulder, holding his wrist tightly. Eddie nodded, grunting just a little as he lifted Steve's dead weight from the bar stool.

"Come on, big guy," he told Steve as he wrapped his arm around his waist. "You're gonna have to walk for me, yeah? Can't carry ya."

Steve smiled, his eyes glassy as the lids drooped sleepily. "Can too," he said. "Got these big, strong arms." He punctuated his statement by dropping his arm from around his shoulder, his hand landing on Eddie's bicep. He'd be lying if he said that he didn't flex under the sleeve of his shirt.

The walk back to Eddie's house was slow. They had to stop every few steps so that Steve could regain his footing. Eddie wished he'd driven, but he didn't realize how drunk Steve actually was.

Once they were inside the trailer he considered dropping Steve onto the couch to let him sleep off whatever he had been drinking. He decided against that, something in him saying not to leave him alone in this state. He grabbed Steve by his shoulders and did his best to look into his brown, but sometimes kinda green eyes. They were green tonight.

"Harrington, hey," he said sternly. He brought one hand to Steve's cheek, making him look at him. "Gonna take you back to bed, okay? But you gotta walk behind me, ain't room for both of us down the hallway. Can you do that?"

Steve nodded, his goofy smile growing higher on his flushed cheeks. The sight twisted Eddie's stomach into knots. He hated how attracted he was to Steve now of all moments. But it wasn't because he was inebriated and vulnerable. It was because he was smiling and Eddie loved nothing more than that smile.

Eddie turned away from Steve and was able to take half a step away when he felt it. Steve's hands firmly on his hips. His fingers dug into his sides, his thumbs at his back. He was glad Steve couldn't see the bright red heat that spread across his neck and face as he thought that Steve's hands fit kinda perfectly on his body.

It took a moment for Eddie to compose himself before he was able to continue down the hallway, Steve's hands still on him. Steve kicked the bedroom door closed behind him. Eddie didn't typically sleep with his door closed, but he didn't argue with his friend about it. He turned around to face Steve. His hands trailed across Eddie's back and stomach as he moved, waking up every butterfly that had taken up residence there since the day he met Steve.

The inner corners of Steve's eyebrows rose on his forehead. His lips pursed into a dramatic pout as his hands tightened on Eddie. "Oh, shit," Eddie hissed, his hands flying to his sides to cover Steve's. "You gonna hurl?"

"So… fit," Steve finally whined. "Don' ev'n… you don' ev'n try." His palms began to sweat and he was suddenly glad for Steve's complete drunkenness as he pulled his hands away, allowing them to hover at his sides. His dry throat swallowed around nothing as he stared at Steve, who was now unapologetically examining his body.

"What're you talkin' about?" He asked, his voice embarrassingly unnerved. He waited for an answer. And he kept waiting. He waited while Steve's hands were warm over his cotton t-shirt and it took every ounce of self control hed ever had to retain any sense of composure.

Steve's eyes trailed up his body, focusing on his stomach long enough to make Eddie's knees buckle. His bloodshot eyes raked over his chest, neck, and face painfully slowly before meeting Eddie's. His eyelids sagged pitifully over his goofy smile. "Pretty," was all he said. One word. Two syllables that really sounded more like one with Steve's drunken slurring.

"O-okay," Eddie stammered, pulling Steve's hands away from his sides. "You need to sleep this off," he tried to laugh. Tried to think it was funny. But the weight of Steve's hands in his own was closer to excruciating than funny.

"Take -" Steve started, a hiccup interrupting him briefly. "Take me t' bed, or- or-" another hiccup escaped his lips. "Lose me f'rever." He finished with a triumphant laugh.

"Oh, so I'm Goose, huh?" Eddie giggled, pushing down whatever feelings he might have been having. He dropped one of Steve's hands as he turned away and started to lead him to his bed.

Steve fell onto Eddie's bed with a loud groan. He couldn't stop the laugh that came from deep in his chest as he watched Steve roll onto his stomach and army crawl towards the wall. He fell asleep quickly, his mouth open against Eddie's pillow. Knowing that he'd drool all over it should have been disgusting to Eddie, but he actually found it to be a weird kind of endearing.

Eddie stripped down to his boxers once more, adding his clothes back to the pile of laundry he'd lifted them from before. He tried to put as much space between him and Steve as was possible in such a small bed before allowing his eyes to fall closed.

When he woke up a few hours later the sun was starting to shine through the second hand curtains that hung by nails over his bedroom window. Steve had breached the space he tried to give him and was now tucked into Eddie's side, his arms tightly around him and his head resting on Eddie's chest. He knew he should push him away. He should wake him up and take him home. But he couldn't. That couple of hours with Steve was the best sleep he'd gotten in months. So, before he could talk himself out of it, he stretched his arm over Steve's shoulders and fell back into a peaceful, deep sleep.

~~~~~

The morning after that phone call Steve had woken up in Eddie's bed. He was wrapped around him like a baby monkey clinging to its mother. His arms were circled around his waist, their legs tangled beneath a thin sheet. His heart pounded as he realized that Eddie's own arm was around his shoulders, holding him to his chest.

He knew that it meant nothing. Eddie had instinctively embraced him while he was sleeping. Like he was a beloved childhood stuffed animal. But it was nice either way. To finally have his arms around the man he has yearned for for so long. He knew it was wrong, but he didn't care. He allowed himself more than a few peaceful minutes in his embrace before he sadly pulled himself away.

Eddie had woken up while Steve was examining himself in the small mirror over the sink in his bathroom. He heard the bed groan beneath Eddie's weight and couldn't help but think of how domestic the moment felt. Just two people who had shared a bed and now had to go about their separate mornings together.

Steve had denied Eddie's offer to walk him back to Rooster's to retrieve his car. Part of him was embarrassed. A deep rooted shame that he had allowed Eddie to see him so far outside of the facade he put on for everyone. So he took the walk alone. The cold August morning air waking him up as he silently replayed the morning in his mind.

And so began a sort of fucked up routine for the men. Steve would go to Rooster's, get drunk, and call Eddie. He always told him it was because he lived closest to the bar. He'd never admit that it was because Eddie's was the only phone number he couldn't forget.

Wednesday became his drinking night. He'd leave work and drive to Rooster's ready for a night he might not remember. He didn't work on Thursdays so he could get as plastered as Denny would allow with no consequences. Well, almost no consequences. He'd end up calling Eddie when Denny cut him off, either because he was closing up or because he's had too much. The nights in Eddie's bedroom were somehow both a consequence and a motivation all the same.

Steve had been a Wednesday night regular at Rooster's for four or five months by now. He knew Denny and Roger by name. The former being the man who poured his drinks, the latter an old bar fly that would match Steve drink for drink though he never seemed to feel the alcohol's effects. He looked down into his drink, foam swirling around the top. He wondered if he'd be like Roger some day.

"Harrington?" A familiar voice beside him interrupted his thoughts as a hand clapped heavily on his shoulder. "Who'da thunk you'd be here," Eddie smiled at him as he sat down to occupy the empty barstool next to him.

Steve felt his lips curl into a smile, the muscles completely outside of his control. He focused his eyes back on his drink as Eddie slipped his arms out of his leather jacket, setting it on the barstool to his other side.

"What'cha drinkin'?" Eddie asked him.

"Miller."

Steve's smile twitched as he watched Eddie in the corner of his eye. He lifted a hand, catching Denny's attention before pointing to Steve's drink, then back to himself with a nod. Steve had never seen Eddie drink Miller before. To be fair, he hadn't ever really seen him drink much of anything.

Denny sat the beer in front of Eddie. He brought the glass to his lips, quickly draining half of it. His lips contorted into a grimace as he swallowed.

"Man," he sighed, an exaggerated shiver shaking his shoulders. "How do you drink this shit?"

Steve shrugged, his thumb tapping against his own glass in front of him. "Something to do," he answered quietly. Something to do while I think about you. Would have been a more accurate answer. But he couldn't say that.

"There are better ways to kill your brain cells," Eddie giggled. He nudged his elbow into Steve's. The brief moment of contact sent electricity through his body, goosebumps appearing just above where their skin had met.

"Like what?" Steve asked, turning to face him.

"Pot," Eddie answered plainly. "One of these nights I'll get ya stoned off your ass. Show ya how much better it is than this… piss water."

"How about tonight?"

"You, my fine feathered friend, are already three sheets to the wind," Eddie told him. And maybe he was right.

As Steve walked back to Eddie's house, he was not as drunk as he usually was on the nights he'd end up here. He'd more or less stopped drinking when Eddie showed up, nursing a single beer for over an hour. It was kind of nice to be with Eddie without needing to be completely black out drunk to make it happen. He wondered how many more Wednesday nights Eddie would allow. How much longer would he continue to pick up the broken pieces of Steve that he didn't even know he'd been the one to break?

"Want me to sleep out here?" He asked as Eddie closed and locked the front door.

"Can if ya want, but that couch sucks."

Steve watched Eddie's back as he slouched out of his jacket. The old leather looked soft as he hung it over a hook beside the door. The muscles of his biceps flexed beneath his shirt, the fabric tightening around his back as he lifted his arms. He was beautiful. He wanted to reach out and grab him, hold his perfect body in his hands.

Instead, he watched as he walked down the narrow hallways towards his bedroom. He stopped a few steps from the open door and turned to face Steve. He felt like a puppy who's new owner was trying to teach him his name. C'mere, Steve! Written across his face as he silently raised his eyebrows. Steve followed, forever obedient to a person who would never know just how deeply he owned him.

The bed was small but it felt so much bigger tonight. The empty sea of blankets between their bodies like the no man's land of a battlefield. Steve pressed his back into the wall and tried to sleep. But the way his heart was beating like a hummingbird's wings, fast and loud and nervous, kept him awake. The knowledge that he could be the one to bridge the gap between them, knowing at the same time that he never would, kept him awake.

He did not sleep peacefully that night. There was no serene darkness behind his eyelids. He was not comfortable in the bed that for months had been the only safe harbor he could land in. He didn't even have a bad dream that he could blame it on. He couldn't stay asleep long enough to dream. Anytime his eyes would become too heavy to hold open, he'd drift into darkness only to shoot awake soon after. It was more torturous than spending the night alone.

When the black of the night began to fade to dark blues and purples through the windows, Steve gave up trying. He knew that sleep was not going to happen. Not in this bed. Not tonight.

He slipped out of the bed as gently as possible. The creaking of the old mattress springs beneath him seemed impossibly loud in the otherwise quiet bedroom. He knew Eddie wasn't fully asleep, his snores still soft and missable if he weren't paying attention. His teeth gritted, his jaw clenched almost painfully as he tried to slink away from Eddie.

He slid his arms into the sleeves of his blue jacket and opened the front door. The sun was rising on the other side of the house, so he walked through the dewy grass around to the back. It was beautiful. A bright golden sun hidden behind trees in the distance blended into oranges, pinks, and purples. His jacket was far too thin for a December morning, but he didn't care. He almost liked the cold.

The back door opened behind him. He heard footsteps in the grass. A Zippo clicked open, the scratch of the flint followed by the tiny roar of a flame as Eddie came to stand beside him, ashing his cigarette into the wet grass.

"That's really somethin', huh?"

Steve was silent. No words he knew could fully capture how it felt to stand beside Eddie and watch the sun come up. It was like he was finally getting the comfort he'd so desperately craved just a few minutes ago.

"Sorry if I woke ya," he finally said.

"Not your fault the bed is shit. I feel it every time you move."

Steve's eyes fell closed. His hands flexed at his sides. He hated the way Eddie could always draw him somehow further in without even trying. It felt wrong, to be so infatuated with everything a person does. His eyes stayed closed as his next words played in his mind. Like if he kept them closed, the answer he was expecting wouldn't sting as much.

"Guess I should stop hogging your bed and waking you up every week, then." It hurt to say. Steve felt his chest tighten. He felt the way his lips closed, twisting uncomfortably as the last word tumbled through them.

There was a beat. A single moment of earth shattering silence. Steve didn't breathe. He didn't dare do anything before everything inevitably came crashing down around him.

"Nah," Eddie scoffed. He brought the cigarette to his lips again as Steve student regained the ability to breathe. His heart staggered for a moment, rhythmic beating momentarily interrupted by Eddie's voice. "Doesn't bother me. Plus I'd rather you sleep here than freeze to death because you tried to walk across town and fell in a ditch."

So those were his options. Steal peace at the expense of the man he loves so desperately that he'd do anything for him. Or die alone in a ditch to avoid him. He couldn't help the smile that curled on his lips. Not at Eddie's attempted joke, but at the accuracy of it.

They stood outside together until the sun was too high in the sky. It quickly became too bright for comfort. When they walked inside Eddie immediately went to his bedroom. When he came back he had with him a baggie that he shook next to his face.

"Told ya I'd get ya stoned off your ass, Harrington." The devilish smirk on his face as he placed his rolling tray over his lap had Steve's legs shaking.

He sat beside him, watching as his fingers expertly rolled the paper around the green buds. The way his tongue poked through his teeth, running along the edge of the paper. Everything about the process captivated Steve.

Eddie flipped open his old, dinged Zippo once again as he held the end of his creation to his lips. "This is my shit. Personal stash," he told Steve out of the corner of his mouth, joint bouncing as he held it between his lips. "Don't usually share."

It hit Steve almost immediately. The smoke was thick as it travelled down his throat before settling in his lungs. He held it there until his lungs screamed for relief. He watched through wet eyes as the smoke left his lips, traveling in slow twists and turns before disappearing through the ceiling.

Eddie sat beside him, both men slouched lazily into the old couch in the living room. Their hands rested on the middle seat between them. Steve's fingers twitched as he thought that it would be so easy to reach out. To grab Eddie's hand in his. But he didn't. He contented himself with having Eddie in his space in any capacity. Steve fell asleep on the couch that morning, Eddie's presence and his secret stash of the good weed lulling him into peaceful darkness.

~~~~~

He realized that Steve was asleep when he heard the soft snores from the other end of the couch. He looked over to his sleeping form. One hand splayed over his stomach, the other resting between their thighs, just inches from his own. Steve's mouth hung open as his head rested against his shoulder. He always thought Steve was beautiful, but there was something about watching him sleep that made Eddie's heart flutter. The affection he held for him grew each time.

Eddie smiled to himself as he listened to the even, heavy sounds of Steve's breathing. He watched as his chest rose and fell beneath the mustard colored sweater he'd worn to bed. He could almost picture this exact moment as a regular occurrence in their lives. Steve napping on their couch while Eddie went about his day around him.

His hand found Steve's before he realized it was happening. His fingers threaded between Steve's. They were a perfect fit. Like their hands were meant for the other. It felt wrong. Holding Steve's hand while he slept off a high that he wasn't really prepared for. He knew that he'd pull away as soon as he woke up. So he revelled in the time that he had.

His mind wandered as his eyes stayed fixed on their hands, intertwined between their bodies. He thought about every moment he and Steve had spent together. He replayed every drunken conversation. He mentally revisited every night that Steve passed out in his bed.

Normally, these would be happy memories. They would filter into his mind and pull a smile from him on his bad days. On the days that life seemed like a bit too much to handle, he could shuffle through the rolodex of Steve Harrington memories and find something sweet. Something gentle and kind.

But that was not the case this morning. No, today felt heavy. He wondered to himself how much longer he could keep this up. How much longer could he settle for weekly sleepovers that Steve wouldn't remember? How long could he sit back and watch the man he loves destroy himself with drink and drugs? How long could he keep his feelings to himself before they spilled over and irreversibly damaged everything?

His thumb began to run gently over Steve's knuckles. The warm skin of his fingers like silk beneath his own weathered digit. He felt his cheeks warm as a comfortable smile grew on his stubbled cheeks. He loved Steve Harrington. He loved him more than he ever thought was possible.

He imagined what a life with Steve would be like. He pictured a small home with a white fence. Maybe a dog in the front yard. Eddie would fix their cars in the driveway while Steve mowed the lawn in a cut off t-shirt. He saw a Christmas tree in the front room. Baking cookies together during snow storms.

Steve suddenly shifted beside him. He rolled from his back to his side, his head coming to rest on Eddie's arm. His hand never left Eddie's as a small groan sounded from his now closed mouth. Eddie's chest tightened as he snuggled into his side.

He reached his free hand towards Steve, somehow desperate for more. His hand carded through his long hair. He swore he saw a smile on Steve's sleeping face. His movements paused, his hand stilling before cupping the back of Steve's head. He held him tightly to himself.

"Get some sleep, baby."

His voice was so quiet. Barely a whisper. He'd never said the pet name out loud before, and certainly not to Steve. But it felt so good to say. Like he should have been doing it all along. The simple word was full of affection. Full of love. Full of everything Eddie felt but could never say out loud.

His eyes burned with tears, white hot and stabbing at the backs like knives. His chest heaved suddenly as his breath hitched. He pulled his hand from Steve's hair, his finger pulling at a knot in the tangled tresses. The soft whine that Steve made didn't even register as he pressed two knuckles into his teeth, biting down to muffle the sounds. Tears fell freely and without mercy. He felt the collar of his shirt dampening with each drop. His throat hurt from silencing the screams that so desperately wanted to be freed from his lungs.

And maybe if he were alone, he'd let them. Maybe he'd let go of inhibition and let his emotions flow. Maybe he'd get a song out of it. But more likely, he knew, he wouldn't. If he were alone he'd have gotten high, eaten a salad bowl full of cereal and let himself waste away on the couch until bed.

He'd think about Steve, sure. But Steve wouldn't be cuddled so sweetly into him. He wouldn't be doing everything he could to keep quiet while crying. He wouldn't be hoping against all hope that Steve would wake up while also willing him to stay peacefully asleep against him.

Once he'd cried himself to sleep, his body exhausted from the effort of silencing itself, he dreamt of Steve. He dreamt of their little house with the white fence. He dreamt of passing out candy to neighbor kids on Halloween. He dreamt of cuddling in bed together, limbs tangled beneath the blankets he'd let Steve pick out. He dreamt of a love that he'd never know in the waking world.

~~~~~

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hello love! I got bored and thought of this. So it’s the readers bday and they like Adrien. Adrien like the reader and marinette hates that he does. So like reader is planning on throwing a party bc it’s their birthday so marinette decided to throw a party on the same day at the same time. And since reader is kinda new, everyone decided to go to Mari’s party. So that happens, but when Adrien gets to readers party, they’ve done gone batshit crazy, like screaming, crying, smashing things, idk just losing their shit. Not like in anger, they’re just really hurt by it. No hawk moth tho😩 hawkdaddy go on vacay or sum🤺🤺 Mk sorry this is long and it’s late and I’m kiiinndaaa drunk and in da feels anyway bye bye

HELLO ANON! SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT BUT HERE IT IS! I never thought that i would have to write about mean marinette but here i am LMAO. i hope you like it bb <33

Pairing: Adrien Agreste X Reader

Warnings: Swearing.

Tags: angst, Marinette is a bitch in this oops, alexa play pity party by melaine martinez.

“Love, Adrien.”

“Wow, that’s really cringey Adrien.”

“Shut up plagg, I need to confess to her some way or another.”

Adrien Agreste is sprawled out on his bed and he just finished writing a birthday card for you. Yes, it was quite cheesy but he decided that today was going to be the day he confesses his feelings towards you. He’s had his eye on you ever since your first day of school and you’ve both gotten closer to each other, flirting constantly but never making a move. Needless to say, he was head over heels for you and was too much of a pussy to ever admit it. But tonight was the night.

You invited him over to your house for your birthday party along with your other classmates and he didn’t even think twice to agree – especially since his dad is at a fashion expo in Spain. All he wanted was for you to have the best birthday party you could possibly have. You really meant a lot to him.

his thoughts disappear when all of a sudden his phone beeps.

‘Y/N’S PARTY WILL BE HELD AT MY PLACE SO WE CAN SURPRISE HER, DON’T MENTION ANYTHING TO HER. 7PM ! DON’T BE LATE! ~Marinette’

‘Sorry, can’t come tonight.’ You frowned as you stared at your phone, seeing a text from Marinette. You and her weren’t really that close to be honest but you still wished for her to come and have a good time. You sighed and plopped down on your bed. It’s your sweet 16th and you wanted it to be perfect. You hoped that enough people would show up. It was your first birthday here in Paris and although you haven’t been here for a while, you thought that you already made close connections with your classmates, especially a certain blond.

All you wanted was for him to show up mostly, maybe tonight you could make a move. Maybe tonight you could possibly hold his hand, maybe dance with him, maybe give him a kiss on his soft cheek or a small peck on the lips-

Your face heated up at that thought and a grin appeared on your face. You hugged your pillow and quietly squealed. Tonight was the night and nothing could possibly ruin it.

Or so you hoped.

Everywhere was decorated with fairy lights, balloons and glitter. Music was already playing and there were drinks and snacks for everyone to enjoy. You were wearing the outfit you’ve been planning for ages and you were sitting down, leg bouncing as you wait for people to arrive.

Did you get the time incorrect? you did mention to everyone that you’re meeting up at 7pm. It was 7:15.

Maybe they were running late? But how could it be that all of them were running late?

You furrow your eyebrows and grab your phone. You go on Instagram to see if anyone posted anything about their whereabouts.

Kim was live.

You click on it and see him walking through a crowd of people.

“Marinette, this party is amazing!” you hear him shout.

“Thanks Kim.” You hear her say.

Your jaw drops Anger starts bubbling inside of you.

Kim turns the phone up and shows Nino on the dj stand. He waves to the camera.

“Adrien! say hi to my live.” Adrien appears next to Kim. He was caught off guard. He smiles sheepishly and waves at the camera awkwardly.

Your phone drops out of your grasp and tears start rolling down your cheeks furiously.

Adrien was looking everywhere for you. it was already 8pm and he was wondering when you’d show up. He held your gift and note close to his chest, he wanted to personally give them to you.

“H-hey Adrien..” The voice of Marinette makes him turn around to face her.

“Marinette! Where’s the birthday girl?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

Marinette stares at him for a moment and nervously chuckles. “oh- well- she uh- she can’t make it!” He shrugs and laughs again. “did you get something to drink? We have pomegranate juice, peach lemonade, spr-“

“what do you mean she can’t make it? Why the hell is the party still going?” Adrien questions, looking around in disbelief.

“Adrien i-“

“Marinette, your plan is totally working, can’t believe everyone fell for- “ Alya stops speaking when she notices that Adrien is in front of her and purses her lips.

Adrien stares at Marinette for a moment, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head. “On her own birthday? Marinette, this is so not like you.” He was disgusted by her actions.

“Adrien wait!” She calls out. “I can explain.”

“I don’t know why you did this, or what the hell is wrong with you but this was really low. I’m out of here.” He glares at her before walking away from her.

You were out of control. You cried, you screamed, you threw everything you saw in front of your eyes until you fell on your knees, sobbing.

You couldn’t believe Marinette would do this, you couldn’t believe everyone would do this to you, especially Adrien.

You thought you’ve grown close to the people in your class but you were wrong. They didn’t show up to your birthday party, they lied to you. Your heart was broken.

You held your knees close to your chest as the music lowly played behind you. It was mostly drawn out by your sobs and sniffles.

You hear footsteps approaching you and you look up, with red puffy eyes and see a familiar blond through your blurry vision.

It was Adrien. You look away and sob even harder at the thought of him seeing you like this, with everything destroyed around you. Why did he come here? Did he want to taunt you further?

He kneels down next to you and rubs your shoulder, moving you to his chest and causing you to nuzzle your face there.

“I hate this. I hate today, I hate Marinette.” You mumble. Maybe hate was a strong word, but you didn’t care at that moment.

You look up at him. “Why did you come here Adrien? Do you want to make me feel even more embarrassed than I already am?” You croak out.

He shakes his head. “Please, I swear to you Marinette told me that your birthday party was moved to her place, she told everyone that.” He sighs and shows you his phone so you could see the message Marinette sent him.

“Fucking bitch!” You exclaim and hide your face in your hands again.

“Hey, hey. I got here as soon as I found out she was lying. All I wanted was to celebrate your birthday and make you happy” He says quietly. “I’m so fucking sorry that this happened.” He says and rests his head against yours in a comforting manner.

You look up at him and wipe your eyes, sniffling. “Well, there’s nothing I can do now. It’s ruined.” You mumble and sigh. “I thought Marinette was my friend you know?” You mutter.

“I know.” Adrien nods and looks down. He stares at the card in his hand and bites his lip, his heart racing at the thought of giving this to you. “Maybe this will make you feel better.” He says, a small smile twitching on his lips as he hands you the envelope.

You widen your eyes and look up at him as if hesitant to open it. You open it though and you begin to read it.

Ever since the first time I saw you, you absolutely took my breath away. Ever since the day I first saw you, I thought to myself that I have to get to know you better. I did. And that may have been one of the best decisions of my life. You have a beautiful mind, a beautiful soul and a beautiful heart. To be honest, I think I keep falling for you every day. Happy birthday Ma belle, i hope you have the best one yet.

Love, Adrien.

Tears start rolling down your cheeks again, but this time it was because of his sweet words. Your heart finally felt whole.

You look up at him with glistening eyes and give him a wobbly smile.

He smiles sheepishly at you. “Will you go on a date with me?” He asks.

You didn’t even answer, you just leaned in and placed your lips on his.

It was small, but you felt fireworks burst inside of you.

You pull away and watch him flutter his eyes at you, his cheeks glowing red.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask.

He chuckles and kisses you again.

Maybe your birthday wasn’t so bad after all.

#adrien agreste #adrien agreste x reader #chat noir #chat noir x reader #mlb #miraculous ladybug

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dreamkidddream · 2 years

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Hi !! Congrats on 800 !! I love your writing it's really good !!

For your event could you do 4 for Chuuya or Megumi? You can pick btw I love both so I don't mind!!

Have a good rest of your day !!

Sorry that this took so long! I was going to do Megumi buuuut I’m rewatching Season 3 and all I wanna write about is Chuuya rn 🥰 also when people write for him, do y’all write his eyes to be grey or blue because I can’t decide 😫 hope you have a good rest of your day too 💖 reader is gender neutral!

CW: language, semi spicy/suggestive

“Fake Relationship” Trope with Chuuya!

Dream’s 800 Follower Special 📖

Chuuya doesn’t want this moment to end.

The lights are dimmed low, he has his hands placed on your hips and is swaying you to whatever slow song is on, but it’s background noise to him at this point because all he can focus on is you. You always have this sort of glow that just draws him to you like a moth to a flame, but tonight- tonight you are just shining. It was already hard to tear his eyes off of you, but it’s damn near impossible now.

Your arms are loosely placed around his neck, and the smile that you’re giving him makes him feel like it’s only you two in this room right now. Like there’s no one else in the entire world, just you and him. When was the last time he’s been this close to you? He wishes more moments like this would happen, where he doesn’t have to hold back and pretend that he doesn’t want to sweep you off your feet and take you back to his place, holding you and pressing kisses along every inch of your skin-

“I am so sorry about this again, Chuuya. I promise I’ll buy you the best wine imaginable. Will probably cost me my whole check, but I really owe you one for this.”

But your words snapped him out of his fantasy and brought him back to reality, where he was only playing make believe for your friend’s wedding because you didn’t want to be the only one without a plus one, and you didn’t want her to know that you were still single after college.

“It’s not a problem, and you better not be stingy and buy that cheap brand either.” His words held no bite, and after he twirled you around, he felt his face getting hot after hearing the laugh you gave him.

He should have told you no because one: this is some of the stupidest shit he has ever heard because why do you care so much about what she thinks, and two: something was bound to go wrong. But then he imagined someone being lovey dovey with you that wasn’t him (even if it was fake), and needless to say, he changed his mind quick (but let’s be honest, he would’ve offered to be your plus one even if you didn’t ask). He needs to learn how to say no to you before he gets suckered into anything else (but to be fair, it’s hard to when you pull the puppy dog eyes on him, and it’s hard in general because it’s you).

He thought that if he could pretend to be the best lover you’ve ever had, just indulge himself in this little fantasy for tonight, he would get over you. Realize that what he’s feeling is only temporary, and go back to being a close friend like he’s already been doing. Everyone would go home happy, he could have a drink to wash his pity down, and wake up tangled in his sheets in the morning without you once again.

But it wasn’t working, at all.

It felt too real, what the two of you were doing. You’ve been hanging off his arm the entire night, laughing and tossing a smile his way that wasn’t as forced as he thought it would be. The stories you��ve been telling your friend was bringing a small smile to his own face, stealing bites off of each other’s plates, the soft looks that you’ve been giving him- the night where he thought that he would have to force himself drink cheap alcohol to get through, he was surprisingly proven wrong. He can’t believe that he was genuinely enjoying this, but you were the main reason for that.

What he’s feeling wasn’t some middle school crush- he’s in love with you, and he can’t fight his feelings any longer. He can’t imagine being happy with anyone else, and even if he could, why would he subject himself to that when all he wants is you?

Chuuya is a confident man. He’s the whole package; what people would wish to have in their partner. He fears nothing and no one, he doesn’t back down from anything, and more importantly- he tries his damndest and works his ass off to get what he wants. And he’s tired of acting like he doesn’t want you.

He didn’t realize that he slowed down to a stop, Your eyebrows are furrowed in concern, and you go to take a step back to give him some space, but he keeps a firm grip on your waist. The thought that he’s in this position as a friend instead of being your actual lover- it has his mouth moving quicker than his brain, and he has never been one to shy away from how he really feels.

“Chuuya? Everything okay-“

“Can I kiss you?”

He could see the surprise dance across your face. “Huh? Are you- I mean-” You’re caught off guard, stumbling over your words and he can feel you nervously fiddling your fingers, your nails grazing the back of his neck and causing shivers to go down his spine. You are chipping away at his self control, slowly but surely.

“Can I kiss you?” He repeated desperately, leaning in closer. He didn’t care if the blush on his face was spreading to the tip of his ears, he didn’t care that people were staring. Just being inches away from your lips like this- it was tempting him more. His nose is brushing against yours, his own fingers are twitching in anticipation, and you keep darting your eyes from his own to his lips-

“Are you- are you sure…you want that?”

The conviction in his azure eyes have never been stronger, and he nodded his head with no hesitation. “Do you?”

If it’s a show they want, he’ll put on the best show they’ll ever see.

You nodded your head and he didn’t waste a second to smash his lips against yours.

The kiss was full of passion, Chuuya pouring everything he felt- feels- into it. His own eyes closed after yours, and he sunk himself deeper into it. Your lips melded perfectly against his, and they were so soft to the touch, and the taste- he can’t get enough. Your arms kept him there, like you were daring him to deepen the kiss, which he was getting him even more riled up. When you broke apart panting, he found himself chasing after them, but you placed a hand on his chest. “Was- was that okay?”

“Absolutely.” He rasped out. He was euphoric, and he was already leaning in to get more, taking you in a dip and connecting his lips again, swiping his tongue at your bottom lip to deepening the kiss-

“Alright lovebirds, get a room!”

Until the bride came in between you, pulling you back until Chuuya felt was missing your heat from his fingertips. He felt his eye twitch and was this close to using his ability to fling her back to her table, but he showed the little self restraint he had left and reached for your hand, dragging you out of her grip and towards the exit. “Wait- where are you going?!”

“Getting a room. Far from here.” He gritted out, slamming the doors open without looking back.

“We had fun, but I think we’re gonna head home. But thanks for the invite, we had fun!” You yelled, still feeling breathless and lightheaded from before. It wasn’t the alcohol making you feel this fluttery, but you weren’t complaining.

When you did feel the night breeze hit your cheeks, he didn’t let go of your hand, even when he was calling for a ride. It was quiet, and your mind was swarming with questions, both excited and anxious for the new turn that your relationship was taking. It seemed like he was too with how he kept glancing at your from the corner of his eye, “You alright?”

“Oh, yeah just- a lot happened tonight but, I don’t regret any of it.” You paused, “Do-“

“Don’t even finish that sentence.” He faced you. “And quit worrying so much, we can talk about everything in the morning over breakfast.” He rubbed his thumb across your knuckles, “Alright?” He wants to start something new with you, but only if you wanted that too. He would be crushed if you wanted to forget about everything that happened, if you just wanted to stay friends, but he would respect it.

You smiled so bright at him, and he got his answer then.

“Yeah, I would really like that.”

#dream’s 800 follower special 📖#bsd chuya #bsd chuuya x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader

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gale-gentlepenguin · 3 years

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ML Ficlet: Nothing changed

It was unnaturally cold for this time of year. That is what the crimson heroine thought to herself as she dashed across the rooftops in the city of love.

She landed on the roof that was their usual meet up point.

"Just in time My Lady." Chat noir purred. "Looks like you are keeping your promise about not missing our patrols."

Ladybug wished she could be in a happier mood. She was questioning whether she should even tell him about what she did.

"Ladybug? You in there?" Chat noir inquired. "I called you my Lady again and you didn't correct me?"

His question snapped Ladybug back to the present.

"Huh? Oh, right sorry." She apologized.

"A lot on your mind?"

"You could say that."

"Do you want to talk about it? Or is it guardian stuff?"

Ladybug decided she would tell him after patrol tonight, she didn't want the mood to be soured over this.

She takes his hand.

"We can talk later. But first, Paris needs protecting." She smiled sweetly. The cat felt a faint blush on his cheeks. But the feeling faded when he realized she had taken off.

"Oh! So thats how you want to play." Chat noir smiled.

The two teens patrolled the city from above. They made sure to protect several food stands... in case an akuma was Hangry. Making time to take photos. They even comforted a girl after a bad date, preventing an akuma in the making.

It had been awhile since Chat noir was able to enjoy a patrol with Ladybug like this. She wasn't so high strung trying to force herself to have fun or so quick to get out. It was like nothing had changed. Perhaps Ladybug had finally found a good balance, he hoped that was the case.

Though as soon as it started, the patrol was at an end. Chat noir wishing it could have went on forever.

"Well sadly while the night is young, we must part." Chat noir acted out like a thespian. Using over dramatic hand gestures to exemplify his 'Heartbreak.'

"Silly kitty." Ladybug let out a sigh and light giggle. Oh how it was music to his ears.

"Well good night bugaboo. I will dream of you." He teased.

Ladybug's expression went grim.

"Wait a second."

Chat noir stopped himself from leaping.

"Yes My... yes Ladybug?"

Chat noir could tell that the mood had shifted. He had gotten better at reading her emotions and it was clear she was going to say something serious. He put away the mental clown nose.

"I... I need to tell you something important." Ladybug spoke. Her words holding much more weight with each passing second.

"Look Ladybug... if this is too much you don't have to tell me. I know that..."

"No, I need to tell you this. Even if it hurts." Ladybug interrupted. Her voice shook in that moment.

The air blew much colder to the cat.

"Okay, what is it?"

Chat noir prepared for some sort of verbal punch. Whatever it was, he was sure he could take it.

"I told someone my identity."

He was wrong. It was like he had the air knocked out of him. That couldn't be right. There was no way she would.... right?

"I'm sorry Ladybug. I think I must of misheard what you said. Cause it sounded like you said you told someone your secret identity." He tried to make light of it. His body shaking as he forced a Cheshire grin.

"You didn't. I told someone who I am under the mask."

His heart felt like it was dropped off the roof of the building they were standing on.

"You mean someone forced you to tell them? Cause we can track them down and fix it."

"I told someone, of my own free will, who I am. I know that comes as a shock. You are right to feel mad."

The cat hero looked at her, his expression became unreadable.

"Mad? You think I would be mad about this?" His voice trying to so hard to maintain calm when every part of his heart feels like he is being stabbed. "I am hurt, that you would think that."

"It wasn't something I did to hurt you. I just felt the pressure of everything... and I couldn't.... I couldn't bear it alone." Ladybug answered. She was not happy with this. She knew chat noir would feel hurt, but she never expected this.

Chat noir took a deep breath. He would ease himself. He needed to be rational. Ladybug was being honest with him. She could have just kept it from him. He needed to understand how hurt she must feel about all of this. Even if this felt like his heart was being dissected, he would not make Ladybug feel worse about this. He would try to be understanding.

"Okay... I understand. Fu had Marianne. Its okay that you would tell someone."

Ladybug eased a bit, the cat seemed to be coming around.

"It wasn't something I wanted to do. I know how much this must sting hearing this."

This felt so condescending to the black cat. And that was the last straw.

"No. Not at all. I mean sure I want nothing more in life then to know who my closest friend and crime fighting partner is. And sure, I completely hated the rule with a passion that could rival the desire shadow moth has for our miraculous. But I stuck to it because, hey, it was for the sake of Paris and it made sure we could stay safe from the crazy super villain. It made sense, and even though I wanted to tell one person who I love who I am, I couldn't risk it. Even though it ruined the relationships I had, I endured. I did it because, Ladybug was counting on me. I did it because even though it was killing me internally, Ladybug was bearing the same burden! It was us against the world! I could endure it with her! I guess that was a lie too!"

Chat noir took a breath.

"Chatton..."

"Im not done." He snapped. His smile had vanished, showing a nasty snarl.

Ladybug felt herself step back. The ferocity of that statement triggered a long suppressed fear. Something she wished she would never see again. The reason why she didn't want him to find out her identity. She saw the anger of Chat Blanc.

Chat noir noticed the fear on ladybug's face, and the tears forming in her eyes. He had gone too far. His anger replaced with horror at what he had done.

"Wait... Ladybug... That was too far."

"No... you're right to be mad. I broke your trust. I forced you to agree to things you hated and then I broke the rule I set. I just... I couldn't take it. So I know I am being selfish to expect you to take it in stride. You don't deserve this. I would understand if you hate me and want to quit..."

Chat noir hugged her. Catching the red heroine off guard.

"This isn't your fault. Yes I'm mad. I am also hurt and feel betrayed... but I don't hate you."

"You don't?"

"I couldn't hate you Ladybug. Its not like I've been the perfect partner. I've screwed up too. But you still want me around right?" Chat noir answered.

"I don't think I could be ladybug without you."

Chat noir felt his emotions ease.

"And I couldn't be Chat noir without you."

He releases the hug.

They stood in silence for a few minutes. Both taking calming breaths. They wanted to ensure they were both able to continue talking without a potential akuma risk.

"So, you told someone because you needed someone to talk to because being the guardian along with other stuff was too much for you to handle quietly. " Chat noir asked calmly.

"Yes, that is what happened."

"It was better you told someone then just suffered alone. I wanted to be your support... but I understand that its dangerous right now if I know who you are and vice versa." Chat noir continued.

"I know its hard to accept..."

"No no, lets not try and ease it. I will accept it over time. I just want you to know that its okay that you did that. I want you to know that despite how much it hurt, I am glad you told me now. Finding this out... that might have hurt so much worse. It would have felt like nothing changed from back then."

Ladybug knew he was referring to how master fu had kept her from tell him about things. How he was left in the dark? She hated that period of her life.

"When this is over, when Hawkmoth is done. I swear we can reveal our identities to each other. We can even go catch a movie."

Chat noir smiled a bit.

"I would like that."

In the end, Chat noir was still hurt by this, but he knew how to take a bit of pain. He would move past it, he and Ladybug would still be partners. He still love her dearly. Nothing changed.

#ml #gang of secrets #ml spoilers #ml ficlet #hurt and comfort #miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir #chat blanc mention #ml angst #ml season 4

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neonacity · 3 years

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HYACINTHE | CHAPTER 4: JAEMIN X READER

SUMMARY:

Na Jaemin is far from being your typical 20 year old. Instead of slaving through college, he wastes away his hours cracking safes. Weekends that should be spent partying with friends consist of illegal races on good days and small scale bombings on bad ones.

Na Jaemin is far from being average, unless you consider being a member of Seoul’s top organized crime family normal. There is no such thing as a sense of normality and peace in his trainwreck of a life, so when he met a barista who was brave enough to call out his dangerous taste in coffee, he was like a moth to the flame. Everything about her is normal, which means she is forbidden to him, in all sense of the word. So why, then, does he always find himself at the front steps of her shop, breaking all his personal rules even if he wishes he could stay away?

A/N + Disclaimer: this is a side story to Black Daisies, my main mafia fic feat. 0T23. While the plot is based on the main story, this can also be read as a standalone fic. As usual, this is purely a work of fiction and in no way am I implying any member of NCT to behave the way I write them here.

TW: crimes, heists, potential death, mentions of drugs and other illegal activities.

PAIRING: Jaemin x Reader

CHAPTER 1 / CHAPTER 2 / CHAPTER 3 /

FIC TRAILER

MASTERLIST

"Hi. Can I have one iced americano, no sugar, with an espresso shot, please?"

My hands froze and hovered momentarily on the drink I was preparing as I heard a male voice say that from the counter. I didn't turn around to check who it was, but my boss—who is currently helping me man the cafe today—was quick enough to dash the pit-pattering of my chest. He hooked the order slip on the board in front of me and my eyes immediately raised to read the name there.

"One to-go, americano for Youngho."

I sighed internally. Whether it be from relief or disappointment though, I don't really know. A part of me wanted to be in denial of my emotions, but I realized you can only go so far if the person you are trying to fool is just yourself.

It's been almost three months since that night that I last saw Jaemin. I wish I didn't know the exact number of days that passed since then, but I do and I couldn't help it. Every little detail of what happened was still marked fresh in my mind, especially the feeling of hollowness that exploded in my chest when I woke up that morning to see them gone.

If not for the chip on the edge of the table left by Jeno as he tried to hold a half delirious Haechan down that night, I could have easily brushed off everything as a fleeting dream. But it isn't. It is a nightmare, at least in my part.

He really meant it when he said he would leave me alone.

There were no calls, no messages, no visits, nothing. It was like he didn't exist at all, the past year spent with him nothing but an imagined illusion.

We were back to being strangers again, exactly like how he wants to. If you think about it, it's selfless of him to do this, but I hate it. I hate it with everything I have.

Why? Because now I have to live through the feeling that I'm the only one suffering from all of that has happened. I couldn't watch the news anymore without thinking about him. For heaven's sake, I couldn't even get an iced coffee order without freezing like a statue because I remember him. I hate it. I hate every single moment without him, as much as I didn't want to admit it.

I placed the plastic cover over the finished drink with a soft sigh before turning to hand it over to the customer. At least I can still manage to put out my well-practiced, service smile.

"Iced Americano for Youngho," I called out into the receiving area as I slipped a straw on the cup sleeve. A tall man looked up and walked over to me to receive it.

"Thank you for coming to Brick and Beans. I hope you visit us again soon," I said in autopilot, my words so well-rehearsed that I didn't even have to think through while delivering them. The customer smiled at me before giving me a wink.

"I sure will. Thanks for this, sweet cheeks." He turned and left the shop, leaving me slightly confused.

My attention was then called by my boss who had just finished wiping down the counter. The man—who really has been more of a father figure than an employer for me—gave me a warm smile and motioned me over.

"Can we talk? I have something to tell you."

I briefly glanced at the clock. It isn't my break time yet, but the store is empty so I guess it will be fine. I shrugged.

"Sure."

"Grab a cake for you and me while you're at it," he nodded towards the pastry fridge before walking towards the nearest empty table. I wordlessly took two slices of basque cheesecake, his favorite, before following him. The man has a mean sweet tooth and we both know it.

He was silent for a little bit as he took the fork to take a bite of his treat. I waited patiently for him to speak, hands politely folded over my lap.

"I'm going to sell the cafe."

I blinked and stared. I wasn't expecting that at all.

"You're… what?"

He sighed and leaned back against his seat. He looked a little sad over what he just said but he managed to offer me a small smile.

"I'm getting older. You know how much I love this place because I started it with my late wife, but I really can't continue to manage it anymore. My children, unfortunately, do not have any plans of continuing the business. And they've been asking me to retire, too."

I nodded slowly, taking the news bit by bit.

"Do you already have a buyer, ahjussi?"

"I do. It is kind of strange, actually. Someone offered to buy off the franchise at such a perfect time. And for a very good price, too."

That made me smile. I've had this job ever since I started college so it makes me a little sad that it's going to have a new owner, but I really am happy for him. I just hope whoever buys it off takes care of it really well. The old man loves this place to bits.

I felt him take a hold of my hands from across the table. I looked up and was met with a fatherly smile.

"Don't worry. You won't lose your job. The new owners said that they aren't planning to change anything here and I told them that they had to take you with them."

That made me almost want to burst into tears. I squeezed his hand back in return.

"Ahjussi... You didn't have to do that. I can always look for another job." Who am I kidding? I know it will be hard for me to land another sideline especially with all the financial hiccups I am already dealing with so this is really sending me over to the edge of tears.

"Nonsense. You are part of this business. You've done so much for this place so you deserve this. Don't worry, they said yes to my condition."

I gave his hands another squeeze and he answered back with a fatherly pat.

"Thank you…"

"You're welcome. Just promise me, when you become a doctor, you'll give me free checkups, okay?"

"No, I won't. Because you will always be healthy and won't need my help at all," I said with a wrinkle of my nose.

That sent the two of us laughing.

"When will the new owners take over?"

"By the end of the month," my eyes rounded with surprise and he nodded in understanding. "I know, I know. It really happened too fast. I can't turn down the offer though. To be honest it was way beyond what the business is worth."

I sighed. "Well… as long as you are sure about them."

"I am. For now, I'll be here for a bit with you. I just need to enjoy my last days here. So just don't mind your old man, okay?"

I grinned.

"Only if you promise to give me a free cake every day you are here."

He reached out to ruffle my hair.

"Deal."

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It was a slow day at the cafe so my boss decided to turn down the jazz music that usually floats from the speakers in lieu of the television volume. It was an odd hour in the afternoon and I found myself smiling as I watched him flip the channels over to look for a good show to watch while I dried some mugs. Just then, the overhead bell on the door dinged, welcoming with it a pair of uni-looking kids.

My boss looked over, but I was quick to jump to action instead. "I'll take care of it," I mouthed to him, to which he gave me a smile before turning his attention back to what he was doing.

"Hi. Welcome to Brick and Beans. What can I offer you today?"

"We'll have one dirty chai latte and one irish coffee over ice. Make it to go. "

The couple offered their names and I nodded as I punched their orders on my POS. "Would you like some pastries to go with that?"

"No, that's all."

"Got it, you can wait over there to the side. I'll have your drinks with you shortly," I said with a smile. The girl pulled the boy over into the receiving area to continue their conversation.

"So what I'm saying is, we gotta go. Tonight is going to be epic. The bets will be high for sure. We can get some mean cash if we put it in the right car."

The other gave a soft snort and started drumming his fingers against the wood of the counter. I let their conversation act as white noise while I worked behind the bar.

"I don't know. You're not even sure who is going to be there."

"Jeno is in the line-up. That at least is confirmed."

I dropped the metal scooper I was using on the floor with a resounding clang.

The three others in the room looked over to me as I hurriedly picked it up with shaking hands. I gave all parties a sheepish look before turning on my back to continue what I was doing.

This time, I was full-on listening.

"If Jeno's going to be there, then it is a goner. There's no chance for others. It'll be full-on suicide," the boy said thoughtfully. The girl, however, shrugged in reply.

"They said the others might come, too. You know, to make the run a little bit more balanced," she offered.

"You mean the seven?"

"The Four, at least."

"Oh shit."

"Uh-huh. So I'm telling you, we gotta be there man. If we can't bet then fine, but we have to see it. It’s been ages since they actually went on lane."

I didn't really know how I managed to finish what I was doing, not with how hard my heart was beating in my chest. I'm not sure how many Jeno's there are in this part of town, but I am sure as hell that there is only one who is a member of a seven-piece 'group.'

"Here's your order," I said thinly as I pushed the finished drinks over to them by the counter. The boy offered his card and I took it quickly, all the while thinking of what I should do next. The few seconds of me typing away at the terminal was the longest quarter minute of my life.

"Here's your receipt. Thank you for coming and see us again," I said, my voice a little weaker than usual. The couple gave a quick bow before turning to leave, drinks in hand.

There are two ways this could go. I could let them out of that door and have my only possible chance of getting in contact with any of the boys leave with them. Or I could call after them and…

I whipped around to call out to my boss, my figure already halfway out from the bar.

"Ahjussi, I'll be back in five minutes, sorry. I promise I'll be quick!"

He had barely looked up when I started running out the door.

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"Excuse me!"

The duo looked back at me, then at each other in confusion as I tried my best to hurry up to them without landing on my face. God, why do they walk so fast? They were just a few seconds ahead when they left the shop! Thankfully, they stopped at my call, giving me a chance to skid before them as I tried to catch my breath.

"Um… Is there a problem? We paid, right?" The boy asked me with an odd look. I waved my hand before finally trying to answer.

"Yes. I uh—"

Well, I obviously didn't plan this out clearly. How do I say this now without sounding like a lunatic?

"I heard your conversation earlier. You were talking about Jeno."

The pair exchanged glances again, this time tinged with suspicion. It was the girl who answered this time.

"Yes, we were. What about it?"

"I… I just want—to maybe know where he is? You were talking about tonight's—"

"The drag race?"

I stopped for half a heartbeat before nodding.

"Yeah. The race. I wanted to come, too, but I don't really know the address."

The boy cocked his brow at me in blatant suspicion. It took all of me to pull out all the basics I learned from drama class back in high school to remain calm before his withering glare.

"You know Jeno but don't know the address? That doesn't make any sense," he said as he crossed his arms over his chest. "If you've been in one before you should have been included in the text blast."

Oh shit.

I could feel my palms growing cold from nervousness. Still, I tried pushing on.

"W-well, I was invited before by one of them. But then things fell apart and I started not getting any of the...texts anymore," I said, not having the slightest idea of what I am saying myself. What's ironic though was that what I just blurted out was sort of a half-truth, too.

Apparently—and miraculously—it also made sense by the look of understanding that dawned on their faces.

"I see…" the girl trailed off. She cleared her throat and looked at her friend before glancing at me again.

"Look, I can give you the address, but promise me that you never got it from me when someone asks, okay?" She asked. The boy looked at her incredulously.

"Are you crazy? She was already shadow banned!"

She shushed him and waved her hand off to shut him up. "Look, this is a girl thing. Don't mess with it. Just go ahead to the car, I'll take care of it."

He scoffed but stalked off towards the direction of the parking lot.

She turned towards me again and pulled her phone from the pocket of her leather jacket. I watched as she unlocked the screen before showing it to me.

"Do you have your phone with ya? Here, take a photo of this address."

I swear I could almost kiss her. I scrambled to get my phone from my back pocket and didn't waste another second to take a snap of her screen.

"Thank you so much."

She nodded in understanding before locking her phone again and shoving it into her pocket. "Hey, a girl's gotta stand up for another. Who was it? Was it Haechan?"

"Um…"

She didn't wait for me to finish.

"Really, whoever it is among them, I can't really blame you. They're all cute, but they do need to be taken down a notch when it comes to girls. Those boys," she tsked. "Dangerous."

Oh…

Oh. She thought I was an ex-fling who wanted to teach one of them a lesson by crashing the race. I let that sink in before a frown settled on my features.

Well, aren't you one? The devil on my shoulder cackled at me sardonically.

"Glad to have helped though. But remember, you didn't get it from me, okay?"

With a wink, she strutted off, leaving me staring at her retreating form.

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I told myself I simply wanted to see him again.

I reminded myself that for the hundredth time tonight as I parked my car on a free space by a gravel road, my eyes roaming the darkness beyond. The place looked deserted, and I had to do one last check if I really put in the right coordinates on my map before finally turning off my engine. The road beyond was wide but uncemented and to its left is a half unfinished building with metal banisters reaching out to the sky like skeletal arms. I swallowed. Every little thing about the space beyond screams danger.

Which probably means I am in the right place.

I reached out to zip up my jacket and pulled the hoodie over my head before getting out of my car. My sneakers crunched on the gravel as I made my way towards a low wall circling the building beyond.

Just try and take a look. You don't have to talk to him. You can keep your distance.

I repeated that in my head again and again as I approached what I assume to be the entrance. A part of me still wants to berate myself for doing this but I am too far gone to try and play the denial game again. I want, no, I need to see Jaemin's world.

The moment I passed through a crack on the wall, it felt like I stepped into a different world. It opened up into an even wider area, the shadows of a multi-lane road behind the abandoned building beyond. Milling around is a throng of people, some smoking, others sipping on red cups on their hands. Some cars were parked against the wall I just passed, their headlights on with music booming out of their rolled down windows.

I tried to swallow the lump on my throat as I looked around. Already, I felt out of place in the crowd, but I steeled myself to push on, my hands digging deeper into the pockets of my jacket.

"Hey."

I looked up to see a boy around my age wave at me. He was also holding a red cup and what looked like a bundle of paper. My eyes widened as that came into focus when he got closer.

Money.

Wads and wads of cash.

"You put your bets already?" He asked as he stuffed the bills into a small belt bag hidden beneath his oversized shirt. He pulled his phone out then, unlocked the screen, and looked at me, waiting for an answer.

"Uh…"

He gave me an odd look.

"Who are you betting on?" He asked again.

I gave the first name I could only think of.

"Ja-Jaemin," I stuttered.

That earned me a low whistle from him as he typed away at his phone, probably to record my choice of 'player.' "I don't know, man. Dude seems pretty out of it lately, but whatever floats your boat." He stuck out his hand to me then, and it took me a few seconds to realize what he was asking for.

"Oh," I scrambled to grab my purse. I was in the middle of pulling my card from my wallet when I saw his face. Slowly, I put it back to reach out for bills instead.

"Cash only."

I sheepishly handed him the last few hundreds I have. He took them, expertly flipping through each bill to count them off.

"First time, eh?"

I nodded.

I watched as he slipped the money into his already overflowing belt bag, thinking that he would leave after that. Instead he nudged his head towards the direction of the building and motioned me along.

"Come on then. At least try and get a good look at your first race."

I blinked in confusion but ran after him as he started walking away.

We stopped at the front row of the half ring of people that had already gathered in front of the abandoned rafters. Just then, a huge spotlight shone over the road behind it, driving everyone to erupt in cheers. Parked in a single line at the foot of the road are five cars, headlights opening one by one.

"Jaemin's the yellow one," the boy nodded towards the one occupying the third lane. I stared. I know next to nothing about cars, but I know enough to be sure that none of the ones in front of me now are something you can buy from your run-of-the-mill auto dealer. Lowered, with shining reams, and a low motor hum that reverberated to where I was standing, I could only briefly compute in my head how much each of those customized rides must have cost.

I heard the boy beside me snort amusedly. "Your first race and you get to see this. I'm telling you, this happens once in a blue moon," he said with a smirk. I didn't say anything, my gaze never leaving the yellow car.

Slowly though, I noticed the crowd's noise die down dramatically the same time that a petite form walked out from the building. The woman stopped in the middle of the road and raised her hand into the night sky, a small pistol in her grasp.

Everyone has gone so quiet now that you could almost hear a needle dropping. Just then, the resounding bang of a gunshot pierced the air. Few other large spotlights turned on simultaneously, revealing the snaking road ahead that was disguised under the darkness earlier. I gasped. The roaring sound of engines blared beyond and with a new uproar from the crowd, the cars were speeding ahead, leaving trails of light in their wake.

My heart was beating so hard against my chest as I tried my best to follow the speeding cars ahead. I was only able to comprehend the real expanse of the road the moment each ride took over its lanes—the place looked more like an abandoned air dock field more than anything else. I was barely aware of my nails digging on the palms of my hands as my eyes switched from Jaemin’s car and the others, particularly on the deep red one that he was currently toe in toe with. The space between the two were a hair’s breadth away and I could almost swear their sides would collide any second.

That went on until a curve on the road appeared. It was the last turn before the finish line and the crowd turned wilder as the nose of each car tried its best to take the lead. I didn’t even realize that I was holding my breath until the last second when the yellow one took over the inner space of the road before swerving successfully ahead.

Everyone around me erupted in cheers. I gave my own gasp, hands covering my lips before joining the rest.

Jaemin’s yellow lambo parked on the finish line, the rest of the race participants trailing behind. I watched as his door opened, revealing his beautiful wide grin and tousled hair. He was glowing, cheeks flushed from the adrenaline. I was so caught up in the image that I barely noticed Jeno appearing from the red car, followed by Renjun, Mark, and Haechan from the other rides.

I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I watched with a smile as they huddled over Jaemin, playfully pushing and cajoling him for his win. They looked happy, carefree.

But it seems like they aren’t the only ones who were out there in the road. My gaze moved back to Jaemin's car when I saw his passenger seat open. As if in slow motion, a girl got out of it, wearing the same wide smile the others have. The group hooted at her as she joined their huddle.

That’s when I felt as if time has stopped.

The smile on my face slowly faded as I watched Jaemin wrap his arms around her before pulling her into a tight hug.

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A/N: Hey guys! This is going to be the second to the last chapter of Jaemin’s side story! I originally wanted to finish it in one go, but I thought it would be nice to release the epilogue on Nana’s birthday! So yes, that’ll be out on the 13th, lol. Thank you so much to those who have continued reading this side fic! <3

Chapter 5 (END)

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moonchildsaurora · 3 years

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Darling, Dance for Me?

✤ sniper!San x female exotic dancer!reader ✤ genre: Mafia AU // 30% fluff, 60% spice, 10% platonic flirting with Woo ✤ t/w: mentions of guns/shooting, mentions of alcohol, mature clubbing themes, highly suggestive in the second half (but not smut), rated M ✤ count: 2k+

a/n - this was suppose to be for Valentine’s Day but, oh well! Enjoy some spice with one pink haired Sannie, coz we all know even though he looks soft. . . .he’s just a devil in disguise. This is probs my most suggestive writing till date as well, it was fun and am looking forward to writing more spice in the future hehet 💙

✛ play these vibes: BOBBY - ‘DeViL’, Sunmi - ‘Black Pearl’, Kai - ‘Mmmh’ ✛

“Mother told me, never to dance with the devil, So I danced for him instead.”

Cherry rouge.

Not your usual go-to, but a special occasion calls for some special exceptions. And damn did you look like fine wine tonight. Giving your styled curls another spritz of hair spray, you took one last inspection in your vanity mirror.

Work was throwing a Valentine’s event and thus you found yourself having to dig through the back of your wardrobe to find a suitable outfit for tonight. Bold burgundy lace hugged tightly around your body replacing the mellower neutral tones you’d wear on any other night. Your roommate had even shoved a pair of thigh highs and heels on you to match the garter.

And cherry lips to bring the whole look together.

“You’ll thank me later! Hell everyone in the club would, for presenting god’s gift to them!”

You had laughed at her supportive enthusiasm, waving her away with embarrassment though you greatly appreciated the pre-shift hype.

When you headed for the kitchen, you could hear the TV in the lounge and glanced to see your roommate watching the evening news. She turned to call out for you but stopped mid-way upon realising you were already out of your room.

“Damn girl…you’ll sure be breaking hearts tonight with that fit!!” she yelled-gasped, brows waggling for a cheeky added effect.

“Well that’s no good. Dancers are supposed to be Cupids of the night, maybe they should’ve given me Aphrodite instead.”

A smile tugged on your lips as you saw your roommate falling back on the sofa snickering. Grabbing the bottle of Ten to One from what you both named ‘The Life Juice’ shelf, you started to fill your rose gold hip flask with the white rum. The debonair bartender at the club would usually be more than happy to concoct you a cup of much-needed poison to get you through the night. However, on such a busy event, you might not even have time to swing by the bar – so plan B was in order.

Also, whoever thought to invent garter pouches was a genius in your eyes. The amount of times you had snuck in a sip or two up on the podium without missing a beat or being noticed had to be one of your greatest feat till date.

Except maybe for the one who bought said pouch and flask for you. Seeing the shadow of their pleased smirk whenever you donned on something from them never failed to coax the goosebumps across your skin. Perhaps that garnet embellished choker would be the icing on the cake then. You made a mental note to put that on before you headed out.

“Hey honey…”

The tone of your roommate turned a little more serious.

“On the news just then, another one of those random sniper attacks happened along Soleil Street. Shit, that’s only two streets away from the club.”

The city has gotten used to such news every now and then. All leads of the serial sniper always went cold, not that they left behind any substantial traces for the authorities to begin with.

The law wasn’t the only ruling force in the area. Everyone knew that.

So long as one didn’t attract the wrong attention, they’d be free to go about their business.

“I’m dropping you off, are you ready to go?”

“Wait! It’s alright, I don’t want to trouble you.”

Your roommate gave you a look before swiping her car keys from the counter. “What would trouble me is not knowing whether you’ve made it to work and back safely. Now c’mon, the night is awaiting that cute booty of yours!”

“Yes mum.”

How lucky were you to have an angel for a roommate?

“Give me a heads up if you intend to bring anyone home tonight yeah? I’ll be sure to vacate the apartment before any sinning begins here.”

Or not.

A euphoric buzz filled every corner of the club tonight. Whether it was due to the special occasion or not, everyone was getting drunk off the atmosphere. The bar was a never-ending fountain of liquid luck and smoke veiled corners of the venue where patrons dealt cards and wits. A sea of bodies dominated the dancefloor, curling around one another in ecstasy as the thumping bass set the rhythm for them.

The centre podium was where the real magic unfurled.

Up on there, you felt powerful. Up on there, was your domain to rule.

Long have you enticed all those who returned back to ‘The Blue Butterfly’. So close, yet so far, for most could only have the visual satisfaction. Of watching you, along with your fellow dancers weave around golden poles and offer hands to those who sat in plush velvet chairs closest to the podium. Only to sashay away the last minute.

How bees are drawn to nectar and moths to light, the people keep coming back.

Tonight the club was decked out in a more sensual feel to fit the Valentine’s vibe. Long drapes of rose silk hung around the podium and you used those to accentuate the flow and movement of your body curves. The silks caressed the bare skin not hidden underneath your outfit and you pretended to take shy peeks around the fabrics at the audience. Sending a lucky wink or flying kiss their way.

In the middle of a mid-air twirl, you saw a familiar figure heading towards your side of the podium. You slowly lowered yourself back down to the floor, using your legs to wrap around the silks as leverage. Not missing the opportunity to be playful – you mimed shooting an arrow towards the club’s top croupier.

Wooyoung instantly clutched his heart with his hand that wasn’t occupied with holding one of Mingi’s own cocktail infusion. Letting out a hearty giggle, you slid over the podium floors to the edge where Wooyoung had propped himself up on.

“Don’t you look simply irresistible?” he crooned at you.

You could’ve said the exact same for him. All fitted to a tee in Givenchy with a classic choker that demanded attention for prominent collarbones.

“Now, how may I be of service to you tonight handsome?” you spoke over the music.

The youthful charmer leaned in towards you, shaking dark wavy strands out of his eyes. Eyeing his cotton candy pink drink, you ducked your head and took a few sips from the straw before Wooyoung drew it away. It tasted vaguely like pink lemonade with hints of vodka and vanilla.

“Ah ah, this isn’t for you poppet. Besides…” he tipped your chin back up with two fingers, “…wouldn’t want to waste your appetite before your main course tonight, would we?”

That made you perk right up.

“V.I.P Room Aurora has kindly requested for you. Drinks have already been sent up and the room’s been booked for the whole night.”

Not that booking was really needed since it was your room. It was just for formality.

Wooyoung helped you off the podium and smoothly guided you through the crowd, placing you in front of him so as to avoid being grabbed by uninvited hands from behind. You both stopped at the foot of the polished glass stairs that led up to the V.I.P guest rooms.

“Off you go now! Oh and try not to make too much of a mess for our cleaners, they really ought to get a pay rise from some of the things they’ve witnessed in those rooms.”

You would’ve kicked Wooyoung for his brazen tongue, but you did well to remind yourself that would be rather impudent on your part. Whilst you have a jovial bond with him, it still doesn’t erase his high-standing status within the inner circle. You knew better than to cross that line of respect.

“Won’t make any promises I can’t keep, Jung!”

You left him with a soft pat on his cheek and ascended towards your utopia that awaited.

Swinging the golden embossed doors open, sultry melodious tune of a saxophone greeted you. Like molten dark chocolate, it was rich and tantalizing. The crystalline blue hue of the room’s lighting was fitting for the slow jazzy blues.

A spacious circular sofa curved around a glass table in the centre, providing a perfect view of the bejewelled podium. The wide one-way windows were especially designed for privacy. You could spectate over almost the whole club below, something you quite enjoyed during your breaks. The countless types of people that you observed stepping into your world; from the timid newcomers to the seasoned hedonists and the stories they brought with them of their journey to ‘The Blue Butterfly’.

But there was no time for that tonight. Not when you see broad sculptured shoulders that your hands have meticulously memorised the planes of – right in front of you.

Still clad in his all-black incognito leather fit, you couldn’t help but stay by the door to appreciate his form. A huge bouquet of ivory and deep red roses sat on the glass table with an open box of what you suspected were chocolates inside. A loud pop of the champagne bottle went off. You bit your lips when you saw his toned arms flex as he gripped the bottle in one hand and tipped a stream of golden bubbles into two flute glasses in the other.

As the music picked up, you decided it was time to make your presence known. Walking with confident steps over the velveteen carpet you went to wrap your arms around his cinched waist. Resting your cheek on the cool leather vest of his back, you took his scent in.

Smoke and city musk lingered around.

You figured he must’ve come straight from his assignment. What better reason to use than to spoil him extra as post-work relaxation? His hand came up to wrap around yours and you felt the dancing of lips leaving petal kisses across your knuckles.

“You stink…” you mumbled lightly against his back.

San let out a low chuckle before setting the champagne bottle down and turning around to snake both arms around you. Calloused hands from the years of gripping guns instead of supple flesh imprinted their warm touch into your skin.

“Oh? Then I’m sure you won’t mind helping me freshen up, right Princess?”

“San!” you squealed when you felt him deliberately rub sweat against your neck before attacking it with more love bites.

“You taste like sweet temptation.”

You arched your neck out of habit when you felt his tongue swipe across it. Teeth bit down lightly around the garnet choker San bought for you for Christmas.

When you felt hands travelling down west towards your garter, you gave San a light shove backwards to the sofa.

“Not so fast, Choi.”

His predatory feline eyes took its time to rake down your body, committing every inch to memory. You made a show of bending over to grab the two champagne flutes off the table, the sharp intake of breath behind you made you preen with pride. You took your seat on your throne, not at all surprised to feel how much pent-up tension San had through the tight leather.

Clink. A toast made for the love of two.

“Happy Valentine’s, darling.”

“Thank you, San. You sure know how to spoil a lady don’t you?”

“Only the one who’s sniped right through my heart.”

Oh the irony.

You smiled when he pulled you close and claimed a proper kiss, whispering a, “You sap,” against his wind-chapped lips. Tasting the fruit acidity from the golden bubbles as you both exchanged kitten licks.

San’s rouge-stained lips chased after yours when you broke off from the kiss to place your champagne flute back down on the table. Hands anchoring your hips in place as you reached to pluck a couverture chocolate-covered strawberry from the box. Turning back round to San, your lips formed a small pout noticing that his freshly dyed hair was still hidden underneath his cap.

He let you discard it behind the sofa and you could’ve sworn he purred with satisfaction when you ran your hands through his cotton candy pink strands. Hands gave your bottom a firm squeeze and San begun to run his fingers along the hem of your lace. The husky vocals from the record player drifted back, interlacing with the saxophone.

That was your cue.

“Eyes on me.”

You held San’s gaze, fire reflecting fire. The strawberry gets slipped past the seams of his lips and all the while San chews intently, his eyes never wavered. He’s got his precious pearl all to himself, just the way he loves it. And you have the city’s most lethal hitman watching your back from dawn to dusk. San was the dangerous game you played, only to win the safest love.

“Darling, won’t you please dance for me?”

“With pleasure, Sir.”

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seasonofthegeek · 3 years

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The Question

I’m feeling things so let’s have twenty-somethings Ladybug and Chat Noir who haven’t seen each other in a few months because Ladybug decided to take a break from the hero thing to decide if it’s something she can keep doing after five or so years of giving it her all.

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"You're back. It's been a while."

Ladybug tried not to let her surprise at the neutral welcome color her expression. Transforming and swinging across the dark sky had been a spontaneous decision but when she'd caught sight of her former partner, it'd felt like it was meant to be.

Maybe she’d been wrong.

"It has," she agreed, voice slightly wavering. She cleared her throat and waffled her gloved hand in the air with a frown. "And, uh, I'm not actually sure if I'm back yet. Tonight was kind of a test run."

Chat Noir nodded without looking at her and walked closer to the roof edge, gazing down at the lights of the city.

"Sorry I haven't called or anything," she continued. The air between them felt too heavy to let silence settle. "I've been taking some time to try to decide, uh, some things, I guess."

"I remember." He finally did look at her and his guarded gaze made her ache in a way she couldn't quite place. His tail lashed behind him but otherwise he stood still, half turned to her.

"That's why you disappeared in the first place."

"I didn't disappear," she huffed, crossing her arms. "I haven't actually gone anywhere, Chat, and I told you I wasn't going to transform for a while so you would know not to expect me."

"You did," he conceded.

"And if I saw that you guys really needed me in a fight, I would've come," she argued, hearing the petulance leak into her tone. "But you've had it covered."

Chat Noir pursed his lips and looked away from her again. "Yep. Now it only takes a team of eight to do what you and I used to do."

"That's not fair."

"No, it's not." His jaw set in a hard line for a long moment and then his entire being visibly drooped. "I've missed you, Bugaboo," he said quietly. "Being out here isn't the same on my own."

"You're not on your own."

He shrugged. "Feels like I am."

He moved to the ledge and plopped down, long legs slinging out over the edge in what would have seemed like a death-defying move from anyone else. "Hawk Moth and Mayura are getting stronger."

"Sure seems like it." She settled down beside him, leaving an uncharacteristic amount of space between them. "I thought we were free of them."

"Guess they were just taking a break too." Chat Noir attempted a smile but it fell short. "Doesn't help that they aren't the only Big Bads anymore."

Ladybug swallowed hard and nodded. "It just feels so...don't you just..." She let out a frustrated grunt. "I'm tired; aren't you tired? We've been doing this for years and it's that same thing over and over and..." She trailed off again and shook her head, unable to find the right words.

"It shouldn't have been us," he said after a few minutes. "We were kids. There should've been someone else to do this. Adults, people who knew what they were signing up for," he muttered. "Someone else."

"Feels like a lifetime ago when we started this."

"It wasn't. Not really."

“I guess not. And now we're the adults."

"Terrifying, huh?" A siren sounded in the distance and Chat Noir shook his head. "I'm not on duty tonight. They'll call me if they need me."

Silence settled between them and while it was heavy it wasn't as awful as Ladybug feared. There had always been things left unsaid and there always would be; the things had just changed over the years.

It was really nice to be by his side again though.

"Being in charge suits you." She crossed her legs and tapped her heels against brick before kicking out. It felt good to be up so high, to feel the thrill of power.

"Yeah, right." His words held a bitter laugh. "I never know the right thing to do."

"That's not true." She scooted to the side, closing a bit of distance between them. "I've watched your interviews, you know. And I've seen the footage of you directing the team. You're doing great, Kitty."

He loosely clasped his hands over his knees and leaned dangerously forward. He looked back towards her, hair that had gotten just a little too long hiding his eyes. "You really don't know if you're coming back?"

She knew the question was coming.

She knew and she still didn't have an answer.

"Is it so bad to want a life away from this?" she asked instead. "I don't think I'm gonna get a degree at this point, but it'd be nice to know I had the option without a villain of the week wreaking havoc. I’m surprised we even graduated."

"I’m taking some classes and it sucks." He leaned back again and she saw the shadow of a smile flicker across his face. "My only saving grace has been that classes are online and my professors don’t seem to mind me turning in stuff late."

"That’s awesome. I’m proud of you."

He shrugged. “Not completely my choice, to be honest, but I made a deal with my dad. And who knows, maybe it’ll give me some idea of what I want to do with the rest of my life.”

She let that sink in before responding. “Do you think you want to keep being Chat indefinitely?”

“I like being me. I think it’d be hard to leave it behind. Definitely hard to lose Plagg.” He rubbed at his ring.

"Yeah, that’s been a bit of an issue for me too with Tikki. She’s family.”

He blew out a loud breath. “I get why you took a break. I can admit I’ve been mad about it, but...” His shoulders slumped. “I get it. I think I needed tonight to remind me how you felt.”

She reached across the small space still between them and took one of his clawed hands in hers. “You know I wasn’t leaving you, don’t you? That’s not what I meant this to be.”

“It kinda felt like it though.” He stared down at their hands. “We’ve been Chat Noir and Ladybug for half a decade. I didn’t want that to end.”

“Ladybug and Chat Noir,” she corrected with a teasing smile. “And it hasn’t ended; it’s just been...put on temporary hold.”

He tightened his hold on her hand. “I should tell you that I want you to do what makes you happy, but the selfish part of me really wants to talk you into coming back no matter what. I don’t wanna lose you. You’re just as much a part of me as being Chat Noir is.”

She let his tail wrapping around her waist guide her closer to his side so she could rest her head on his shoulder.

She’d missed him. Her heart had ached from a Chat Noir-sized hole she hadn’t even realized was there and as she sat on the roof ledge, looking over the twinkling lights of the city and feeling his warmth seep into her side, she felt like she could come back to this life.

But...

“I need more time,” she whispered. She felt him stiffen slightly at her side. She felt the crack of her admission skitter along the surface of her heart, and then an internal sigh of relief at the truth of it.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

#ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir #miraculous #kinda wanna turn this into something #kinda think it might be angsty #sides of the love square falling for each other #hmmmmmmmm

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thatasianstereotype · 4 years

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Fuck. I’m Gay.

I’ve been reading a lot of ml salt fics lately (mainly @unmaskedagain which is a literal goldmine of saltiness). And getting into the Damienette ship. Marinette really does deserves better (Fuck Canon) but so does Adrien. He is not a “sidekick”. Chat Noir and Ladybug are partners = equals. So I decided why not write a fic where Adrien gets his own happy ending in the form of a grumpy assassin-turned-vigilante that loves animals more than people.

Somewhat of a crack writing where creative liberties were definitely taken.

Lila Rossi is a bitch and everyone knew it. Well, by everyone, Adrien means himself, his good-amazing-make-pastries-for-him friend Marinette, his maybe-not-really-sure friend Chloe and his-not-that-close-really-classmate Nathaniel.

Yeah. It was a small number.

But Lila is still a bitch.

Anyway, Lila’s lies and manipulations have disturbed the status quo and not in a good way. She ended up making the majority of the class fawn over her like she was a perfect goddess and not a pompous-temperamental-hormonal teenager. Teenagers were prone to be gullible; he can understand his classmates being inclined to believe her. But this was utterly ridiculous (man, Chloe is rubbing off on him). No. You know what’s even more ridiculous? Ms. Bustier letting Lila get away with it. She doesn’t even stop the class mistreating Marinette who claimed she was a bully just because of you know who - Fucking Lila Rossi. The audacity of that bitch and her bitchy followers, am I right?

Growing up he watched the tv shows and the animes. High schools always had their drama but he thought that was to get some plot going on. He didn’t think it was an actual thing that happens in real life. But he was proven wrong. Françoise Dupont High School had their drama and it was way worse than what he watched on screen.

The worst part was that he couldn’t get away from Lila. Or he’ll be pulled from school (Fuck you Dad). He had to sit next to that bitch and listen to her drone on and on about things they both knew she didn’t do, about things she promised to do for her ever gullible followers friends. And couldn’t say anything against it if he wanted to stay in school. But even his discreet questioning didn’t do that much. It got some of the class to think something’s possibly fishy with her stories but not enough to think Lila was evil. So he just gave up. Because what was even the point?

He was distancing himself from Alya and Nino. He couldn’t really be friends with people who thought Lila held the sun and moon. They didn’t hang out as much as they used to and he made excuses when they did invite him to stuff. Lately, he was making outrageous excuses - like he had to take his cat to the vet even though he didn’t have a cat - to see if they caught on. They didn’t. It was fun but he didn’t know whether to feel happy or sad about that. But feeling sad-depressed-pain over it was a bitch so he decided to take his victories as they come.

Chloe had left the school earlier on. Her mom wanted to spend one-on-one time with her daughter (Yeah, Audrey is better at being a mother here). She was completely out of this drama mess. And Nathaniel kept his head down to not paint a target on himself.

His only consolation and ally in this whole mess was Marinette. His darling angel. His sunshine incarnate. His own goddess (not like that bitch Lila let’s get one thing straight).

When he was feeling overwhelmed (which was a lot), he spent it at her house. They spent it discussing fashion, trash talking Liar-la and the sheep class, playing video games, and making/eating the best baked goods in all of Paris. If he wasn’t at his photo shoots or at school, he was at her house. And with how often they spent time with each other, it wasn’t long before they accidentally revealed their alter egos to each other.

(The class’ Everyday Ladybug was actually Ladybug. How amazing is that! Isn’t Marinette the absolute coolest?!)

Since they outed themselves to each other, they had to give up their miraculous. And new heroes had to be chosen. As the guardian, Marinette decided to give the Ladybug miraculous to herself and the Cat one to Adrien. And make them the superheros of Paris.

(Just when he thought that Marinette couldn’t get any cooler)

They both collectively decided that being friends were for the best and put away their obsession crush over the other far far away. Now they were best friends-almost siblings. Oh who was he kidding? He was an honorary Dupain-Cheng. Marinette and her parents said so. And who was he to deny the goddess?

All was well.

Until he met this gorgeous boy with raven black hair and piercing green eyes that made him question everything in life.

Like fuck. His life wasn’t hard enough already?

It was a slow patrol. Just stopped a few petty crimes. No akuma tonight. He wasn’t really expecting much to happen.

Mari said patrolling regularly gives citizens a sense of security and it helps if one of them were on scene if an akuma does appear.

He didn’t mind. He loved running on the rooftops and feeling the wind in his face. After some time, he stopped and stood on top of one of the tallest buildings. Just soaking the view. The peace and serenity of it all. Seeing the glowing lights of his beloved city. Seeing the Eiffel Tower standing tall and proud.

(Forget school. Forget Liar-la and her hoard of bitches)

This was his city. This was why he fights Hawk Moth with Ladybug. They had something precious to protect.

He was done patrolling the regular routes and all his schoolwork was already finished. He could go to sleep but he didn’t feel that tired. And he really didn’t want to go back home. Mari shared her theory on his dad being Hawk Moth. She had really good reasons and a plethora of proof. If they could switch miraculous, why couldn’t he and Mayura - most likely Nathalie? Which would explain how Gabriel got akumatized.

After all her support with dealing with Lila, he was way more inclined to believe her even without the evidence. But those things just made him more wary of his dad. And he wasn’t too stoked on spending more time than what he can get away with with the guy. Because his dad being Hawk Moth explains why he wants Lila (his strongest supporter - Chameleon and Oni-chan, anyone?) close and makes Adrien play nice with her. And anyone who enables Lila’s bitchiness is on his enemy list.

Anyway, he was out here to enjoy the good mood not think about evil bitches and evil dads. So he sat himself down and enjoyed the sights. It was more calming than you would think.

He heard cars blaring and even a dog barking. The slight breeze felt nice. The moon was pretty bright tonight. The stars too. There was a lone couple walking through the park. There was also another teen in black running on rooftops a few buildings away.

Wait.

What?

He blinked and looked again. Huh, there was another teen in black running on rooftops. And it was not a hallucination.

What the actual fuck?

He was instantly on his feet, baton already in hand as he raced across the roof to reach said stranger.

“Hey!”

But because he was the lucky owner of the unlucky miraculous, the moment he said that, the guy was about to jump off a building to presumably roll onto the next one like Chat was watching him do beforehand. But his call made him lose focus and Chat watched horrified as the guy slipped and started falling into the alley.

Oh fuck! Mari was going to fucking kill this dumbass kitty!

He hoped to everything that Mari thinks is holy that he makes it in time. Extending his baton, he used it as a huge Pogo stick to basically catapult himself towards the stranger and wrapped his arms around him as he braced himself for the full weight of hitting the gravel at this height and speed. But he wasn’t that that concerned. His suit protected him from the majority of the injuries that would’ve occurred if he wasn’t wearing it. It hurt but it isn’t as bad as it could’ve been. Remember earlier? He takes his victories as they come.

This was not the smartest of ideas, he’ll admit. Mari had the brains to be honest. But it wasn’t bad if he say so. And he does say so.

He rolled over and immediately looked over the stranger that was remarkably unharmed in this whole mess.

And oh.

Oh.

The stranger was taller than he was with a lithe and lean frame. He had raven black hair that complimented his tanned skin and gorgeous green eyes that pierced through him, making his heart do funny things.

He was not expecting him to look as hot as he did. He wore a simply black t-shirt and jeans but he looked like a fucking Adonis, what the fuck. Even the moon shone down on him, highlighting his handsome features even more.

He shook himself of those thoughts and focused on what was more important. “I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

He was rudely pushed away, but he didn’t take offense. He did cause the guy to fall after all.

“Do not touch me.” (What kind of accent is that?) “I’m fine. You are truly a moronic imbecile of the highest accord to yell like that. And what are you even supposed to be? Some kind of knock-off Catwoman?”

At that, Chat looked at Hot-And-Sexy weird. “Are you new here? I’m the superhero Chat Noir. I protect Paris with Ladybug.”

“You’re joking.”

“I know I come off as the goofy hero because I make purr-fect puns all the time but I’m not joking about this.”

He took out his phone to show the foreign (since he’s obviously not a Parisian) stranger the akuma attacks and Ladybug and Chat Noir being a dynamic duo, saving Paris and beating Hawk Moth. Ok, he showed the stranger a lot of stuff. Sue him. He gets to brag about his Princess. And himself too.

“I never heard about this before.” Hot-And-Sexy (he has got to come up with a better name) said afterward. “3 years this has been going on? Why didn’t you ask for help from the Justice League or other superheros?”

Chat shrugged. “We tried. But they said we’re obviously pulling a prank and making this all up. So we stopped asking for help.”

For some reason this made Hot-And-Sexy angry. “They ignored your plea for help and left you to fight for yourselves?”

“Pretty much, yea.”

“You and Ladybug are children.”

“Excuse me? Are you doubting our ability to protect our city?" He was not apologetic at the sharp edge his voice took. Forget looking hot. How dare he? The audacity really.

Hot-And-Sexy shook his head. “I’m not. I know some child superheroes who are adequate at their jobs and a few who are remarkable like Robin in Gotham. But the majority of them had adult mentors to guide them. From what you’ve shown me, you and Ladybug had no one. You were left alone to fend for yourself with essentially no help.”

He never thought of it that way. But hearing it like that made him think: Fuck Adults Who Chose Children to Fight Their War For Them and Fuck Hawk Moth For Putting Them In This Position In The First Place.

You know what. Just to clear all his bases - Fuck Everyone But The Dupain-Chengs.

Chat couldn’t help but shrug, not quite knowing what to say to that. “Life is a bitch, I’ve come to find out. But enough of that. Why were you running on rooftops anyway?”

“It calms me down.”

Relatable.

“Is...Is your tail moving?”

“Huh?” He looked behind him to see his tail was indeed moving lazily. “Yeah. I’m called Chat Noir for a reason.”

“May I touch them?” Chat was used to people (usually kids) pulling on his tail to see if it was real (It was). And it really hurts because they usually rough. Not that he blames them. Kids don’t know any better. Still, he usually says no when people ask.

But Hot-And-Sexy had such a sincere expression that he said yes. To his surprise and delight, Hot-And-Sexy was extremely gentle (Can this guy be anymore perfect?) and it felt nice to be petted like that. Curse his touch-starvation (again Fuck you Dad).

Hot-And-Sexy was apparently fascinated by his ears and tail.

“Are you a meta?” He noticed how Hot-And-Sexy’s voice turned softer and fonder (or was he imagining that?).

“Nah. I’m fully human. I just got powers to transform into this.” He looked down at his phone seeing that the time was nearing 2 am.

“Have you suffered any injuries from your stupid stunt?”

“Hmm?” Chat looked back at him before gesturing to his body. “Don’t worry. I may not look like it but I can take it.”

He can practically feel Hot-And-Sexy rolling his eyes. “What an utter dolt.”

But there wasn’t any heat behind it so he didn’t take it to heart.

“Thanks, babe.”

“That was an insult.”

“And I’m taking it like a compliment.”

Chat stood up and stretched his limbs. Hot-And-Sexy doing the same but dusting off his clothes instead.

“So, uh, need any help getting home?”

“I am perfectly capable of finding my own way, thanks.”

“Ok. Have a nice night.” He was about to leave when he was caught off guard by Hot-And-Sexy staring at him for a good few seconds, making his limbs freeze in place at the heavy attention.

Before he said. “You should try contacting the Batfamily in Gotham about Hawk Moth. They’re used to dealing with weird things. I’m sure they won’t turn you or Ladybug away.”

Chat was a bit distracted by how intensely those green eyes focused on him, making his heart beat faster and his cheeks turn a vibrant red.

He was so screwed.

He used his baton to shoot himself up so he can run on rooftops, hurrying to the Dupain-Cheng bakery.

“Mari! I think I’m gay!”

“It’s 2 in the morning, Chaton. Go to sleep and we’ll talk about it in the morning.”

After a good night’s rest (and thank everything that was right in the world that today was a weekend), Adrien told Mari all about Hot-And-Sexy. And yes, he did call the stranger that out loud. His everything-that-actually-matters sister simply took it in stride after giggling a bit. They spent the majority of the day discussing emotions and everything that came with that bundle.

Before he finally came to a conclusion.

He is definitely gay (He liked girls but not like like them). And most definitely had a crush on Hot-And-Sexy with the pretty green eyes.

Good news: He is no longer having a sexuality crisis.

Bad news: He is going through an emotional crisis.

Like dealing with these feelings that is making his stomach flip flop over and over again? The only one he ever had to deal with was the one he had on Ladybug and that (he talked with Mari about it months before. She was amazing with these emotional matters) was more of a hero-worship crush than anything really romantic.

And his crush on Hot-And-Sexy was so much more.

So it’s been about 2 weeks since he encountered Hot-And-Sexy. And he still haven’t figured out what else to call him. But the nickname was growing on him.

(He also told Mari about asking the Batfam for help but she was a bit apprehensive after the disastrous attempts of convincing the Justice League. He shrugged, trusting her opinion and left it at that)

Anyway, Lila was being her usual bitchy self. Father was being non-existent like always. Mari was his only source of sanity at school. And Hawk Moth was being a bitch.

Because of course, the day before they have a huge test, he decides to akumatize someone (in this case, a businessman who was really unhappy with getting fired) and cut in on study time. And this akuma took a while to defeat. Guess he drew a lot of strength from his burning hatred of the failings of the corporate world.

And just yesterday, a teenager who was upset at being grounded got akumatized and terrorized the city for 3 hours before Ladybug could purify her. It did however confirmed her fears. Hawk Moth was getting stronger. It took longer to defeat his monsters. They needed to find him and ended this fast.

Adrien landed on Mari’s balcony and slipped in her room, crashing on her big comfy bed, de-transforming on the spot. Plagg sleepily floating and laying next to him on the pillow. He was so tired. And photo shoots and school drama were not helping things.

For the record, he was not at all expecting to see Hot-And-Sexy in a bookstore of all places.

He was so engrossed in looking through the latest Boku no Hero Academia manga (can’t wait until Season 5 comes out) that when someone touched his shoulder, he was not proud to admit he squeaked a bit.

He turned around and his eyes widened his surprise.

“Hot-And-Sexy!”

It was indeed the Adonis Adrien had a huge crush on. Today he was wearing a white t-shirt paired with a blue denim jacket and black ripped jeans. Wow. He really can make anything look hot.

No. Bad Adrien. Don’t let him know you actually have a crush on him.

And oh fuck. Hot-And-Sexy was staring at the blonde and Adrien tried not to let himself get flustered. He has a very intense stare. For all he knew, Hot-And-Sexy stares at everyone like that.

Calm the fuck down, heart. You too brain.

He raised a handsome eyebrow in amusement. “Excuse me?”

Adrien felt himself burn with embarrassment, his face turning bright scarlet. No wonder he was fit for the unlucky miraculous or was this just a side-effect? Note to self, ask Mari about this later.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t get your name last time. And I just started calling you that in my head. Cause you’re really hot and you have pretty eyes.”

Fuck mouth! Why won’t you stop talking! Please for the love of everything that makes Mari a BAMF stop. Stop digging further into the hole of embarrassment! Abort mission! Abort!

“When did we meet?”

At that, he blink a few times. Oh fuck. He was not Superhero Chat Noir. He was Civilian Adrien Agreste. Mari was definitely murdering his dumbass tonight. Lightning please strike him down right now. Where was an unlucky lightning strike when you need it?

After a few seconds of his horrified silence, Hot-And-Sexy chuckled (he had such a nice laugh). “You are extremely lucky I already figured out your alter ego beforehand, Chaton.”

Before Adrien could even unwrap that statement, he held out a hand and had a dangerously sexy smirk on his face. “My name is Damian Wayne. Would you care to get a cup of coffee with me?”

And Adrien nodded his head, not trusting himself to speak. He can deal with the superhero thing later when he can think straight (hah!) and is not distracted by Damian’s beautiful smile and alluring green eyes and perfect everything.

Guess what?

Ya Boi got game.

(At least, he likes to think he does)

After a successful coffee date (was it a date? Please let it be a date), they exchanged numbers (cue internal squealing) and met up a few times afterward to hang out.

Apparently, Dami was here on business to deal with something for Wayne Enterprises.

“Aren’t you 17?”

“Father believes in preparing us when we’re young.”

Dami was amazingly sweet. Arrogant and pretentious with a stick up his ass but sweet. He treats stray animals with such reverence that Adrien’s heart melt every time he sees it.

It was an added bonus when Damian scorned Lila with cruel words and disgusted looks when she tried to cut in Adrien and Dami’s date(?)/meetup(?)/spending-time-together event.

She cried and whined afterwards and Adrien has to endure his father’s lecture. But it was totally worth it.

Oh yeah. Mari was not pleased that he accidentally outed himself to a civilian. But nothing that a couple of sad kitty eyes can’t fix.

“You are so lucky you’re cute, kitty-cat.” Mari grumbled but she was smiling. “I just need to have a good talk with him on the importance of secrecy.”

That day Damian Wayne learned to fear a certain Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

It was 2 weeks later when Adrien woke up to a package next to his futon in Mari’s room. When he opened it, he saw the Butterfly and Peacock miraculous inside.

There was a card beneath it. And in beautiful cursive script read:

I dearly hope you enjoy my courting gift, mon amour. Allow me the honor to formally ask you out on a date. I look forward to hearing favorably from you soon.

- Damian Wayne

He couldn’t believe it.

“Mari! Damian likes me back!”

“Chaton, I swear. It is 2 in the morning.”

#ml x dc #ml salt #ml salt fic #lila rossi salt #marinette deserves better #but so does adrien #adrien deserves better #adrien agreste #sexuality crisis #gaydrien #adrien agreste x damian wayne #adridami #oneshot #how the fuck did this crack idea span 3K words #apparently I'm down with this ship

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kyn-lyn-blog · 3 years

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Race for the Crown

Okay so this is going to be a story about my interpretations of Jude and Cardans kids. This is not really about them but they are obviously in it. I will put the list of their kids here just so everyone can get an idea that this is a long project! FYI the last three children are triplets and with them being so young they won’t be involved like the rest but maybe in the future I might write something (a little blurb on them as they are older!

Jurdan Kids:

Ben / Ezren (horns)/ Liriel (Bee wings/controls bees) / Aimon (tail) / Elluin (snake skin patches/forked toungs) / Cohlan (tails and claws) / Lixiss / Finnea (butterfly wings) / Finneus (moth wings) / Echo / Echibod / Echian

words: 3025

The intro basically explains the plot but i will say this: It is about the Greenbrier/Duarte children’s fight to the crown and their struggles, strengths and ambition

I do not typically post fics or stories but I am hoping to start, All questions, feedback, and statements are welcomed

There were twelve children, nine chances, eight competitors, three who cared too much, three who weren’t sure, and one who did not want it all. All fighting for the throne and crown. The current King and Queen grew tired of ruling, and many thought choosing an heir would be no problem with all the children they had and yet, though the numbers where high, problems came with every one of them. The only children who were for sure out of the running were the triplets, the youngest who were barley three. Every child had a story and something keeping them from the crown from the oldest to the youngest and none of them seem to have shown what it takes to have the crown. In the end it was decided that all children must be watched closely and deliberately in order to make the best decision. Oldest to youngest every child fought, unknowingly, for the power of the land.

BEN

Ben’s story was the strangest to the people of the land. Some did not even feel he should be considered for the throne due to him not being blood. Ben was abandoned as a child by his father and the queen took him in secretly, having been friends with the child’s father. She took him in at 7 years old and he instantly loved her more than his own family. She showed him love and kindness, while being firm and fair. She did not have a child of her own, so she was often hesitant to officially call him hers, but after the king heard news of the boy, he was elated to help his wife raise the child. The King gave the boy and the Queen the push to officially create and start their family even if the child was not either of their blood. The Boy grew into a man and a charming one at that. With his birth father being a sorcerer, he was able to perform magic the land had never seen. He treated the other siblings as his own even if some did not see him in the same light. He did his responsibilities with ease and poise.

As he grew into a man and a noble, the land became split when rumors of his crowning came to surface. Half the land saw him as the perfect contender for the role of king. He was good to the people but firm in his beliefs of what is best for the land. He dished out judgement in a way that seemed regal and fair, even when he was sentencing someone to death, there was an air of calm finality around him and his subjects. He stood tall, his sandy gold hair standing out against the dark of his siblings, and his face showed no cruelty, but he looked as if he was made to be a king, instead of an abandoned child taken into a new world. The term golden boy seemed coined just for him.

However, there were others, the countering half of the land that fell into the arms of tradition. Him not being related in blood seemed to create a bigger problem than expected. People felt he couldn’t rule a land he wasn’t born in or born to understand. The cursed his name whenever people even mentioned his status to the throne. These objectors weren’t silent either, they loudly jeered and scorned him with distaste. When his name was called at revelry’s and royal events underneath the cheers and praise were the boo’s and hateful jabs. He took them with a smile. He was approachable and while some saw that as a sign of good fortune for the land others saw it as disrespectful and the acts of a common man instead of a king. For yes there was a no, for every good dead there was a twisted scandal behind. Prince Ben could not breath without someone begging for his fortune and attention or trying to trap him into a wrong word or step. When he started to notice the small seeds of him being king start to get planted by the council he started to panic. He knew many would never accept him as king, and if half the land won’t accept him how was he supposed to rule with a knife at his neck at every turn. He decided to take matters into his own hands the day he found out the whispers were growing into assumptions.

Ben knew he would do whatever is best for the people, but he had to keep himself alive and in the land’s good favors in order to do so. He had to step away from the throne for awhile but in a way that wouldn’t make him look like a cowered or as if he was running away. He prepared for the party that was going on that night with shaking hands. He decided to dress in lavish gold and baby blues, With a swirling patterns of the colors on his vest with a white frilly shirt underneath and breeches to match. He wore golden boots that reached just underneath his knees and a gold cape held to his right side with a lion head brooch that had diamond eyes to match the teeth of its roar. He placed the silver ring of a crown on his head indicating his title of prince. The royal family would wear their weapon of choice to these events as an accessory, but since he relied on magic as his weapon he settled on a pair of gold gloves that had diamonds accentuating his fingertips where his nails would be seen. He made sure his hair stood up above his crown, his signature quieff hairstyle on display, the golden strands slicked up and shining. As he looked at his work in the mirror, he couldn’t help but frown. He liked what he saw he just didn’t like how much he looked a king waiting to accept his crown. He had a split second where he considered changing into something less but voted against it. He had already made himself up he wasn’t going back on that now.

The merriment of the party was in full swing as he entered, his name and horns blaring in his ear upon announcement.

“I present to you” The royal guard announced while giving him a wink, she had once set him up with her daughter and still held hope he would find some interest once again, Ben knew he wouldn’t but smiled at her anyway, “Prince Ben, Oldest of the high queen and king, Prince of the court of Mystics , runner up to the throne” Ben cringed deeply at her last statement, those kinds of titles and statement were only spoken by those who have already pledged their loyalty, and he was sure she would be disappointed once he made his announcement and proposal to his mother and father, the king and queen. He heard whispers and saw glares and adoring eyes. He saw the ears of his siblings raise, their noses twitches and their eyes look at him in accusation. They would disregard him soon enough. He kept his head high and smile easy as he sauntered over to the golden dais that held his family. As he walked, he could feel everyone’s gaze it didn’t matter that he came later than the others. The way he was dressed, the way he walked, and his demeanor all suggested he was on time and that everyone else was just early for his arrival. He stepped up to his mother and kissed her cheek lightly. He turned to his father and gave him a fist bump (which Ben had started doing after one of his visits to the mortal world). He took his spot closest to the throne next to his brother Ezren who did very little to hide the distaste from his curled lip.

“That was quite the introduction” Ben did not even bother to look over to his sister Liriel, she never liked being outdone or outshined and Ben was certain she did not like his name being followed up with ‘runner up’ when it came to the throne. She wanted the choice to be unanimous when it came to who should be crowned and she wanted the unanimous decision to be her. She had always considered Ben beneath her. It did not matter, however. Soon enough she’d be one step closer to the crown. As final announcements and introductions of other courts were finished the king and queen began to greet subjects who felt their problems were big enough to bring to the throne. The princes and princesses began to depart and get lost in the crowd of guests and nobles. Ben could handle his drink, he was, after all, no mere mortal but one with great power and lineage, even if that lineage left him to die. Still some tried to get him eat strange drinks and powders and fruit that should make him loose his mind. Ben never minded, he became used to the folk underestimating him, it was how he preferred it so he would often eat it anyway and just pretend to be mad with happiness and giddy joy. This made his nights more interesting and more of a time to collect secrets rather than a time for parties, however tonight he kept his lips and tongue clean. His siblings all had fun with their groups and newfound strangers. All except Ezren. Always so serious. He kept his eyes on Ben a jealous fire in his eyes as ben kissed hands, twirled maidens and laughed with nobles. Ben had always told Ezren he’d be more favorable for the crown if he spent more of his time with the people rather than watching his siblings every move. But Ezren didn’t trust any of them except Liriel. So, he sat and watched ready to intercept at any time his siblings make a fool of themselves. Ben never truly cared however, he could hold his own and then some.

As the party died down, and that means people were beginning to fall over drunk and delusional, Ben made his way to the dais where his parents sat whispering and laughing to each other. His dad’s tail flicked back and forth for a bit then came to wrap around his mother’s wrist. Ben knew what that meant, when his father’s rail started wrap around his mothers limbs, either he was nervous for her or he was getting ready to bed her and from the look on his face Benn had a good idea it was the latter. He rushed to the top before their thrones and both the king and queen looked up in surprise at his sudden rush towards them.

“Mother, Father” he gave a short bow with each greeting.

“Ben, what is this, is something wrong, shouldn’t you be enjoying the revilers?” That was his father’s code for ‘Unless someone is dying you better make this quick’ and not in a ‘I can’t be bothered way’ but a ‘I’m gonna fuck your mom so make this quick’ sort of way.

“Yes, everything is fine but I wanted to make an announcement, a proposal of sorts, to the two of you and I feel everyone should hear too” His mother side eyed him, unsure if his plans. It was no secret Ben loved Jude the most since he was young. When he was seven and first came into her care, he’d sing her name at night and cry when she had to leave for royal duties and no nanny could console him until her return. His mother knew him better than anyone and he told her everything, everything except his plans for tonight. It made since she was suspicious, since that has always been her nature anyway.

“Does it have to be right now-“Jude elbowed cardan interrupting him.

“Of course you can give your…announcement” His mother trusted him, she just didn’t like not knowing what he was planning. Ben smiled at them and his father gave a slight eyeroll as he kicked his legs up on the side of his throne and waved his hand as a gesture saying ‘get on with it’. Ben took a step down from the dais so that he was in between steps. He turned to the crowd and spread his hands gaining the attention of few but not nearly all.

“High courts, gentry, royals and friends!” he shouted merriment laced in his voice. “I, Prince Ben, Oldest son of the High King and Queen” he looked at Ezren as he spoke those words, smirked then looked back at the crowd “Have an announcement, a proclamation for my parents and the high court,” He turned towards the thrones where the king and queen sat, but his voice resonated as if he was speaking to every single person in the room individually. “Mother, Father, all of Fae knows of the rumors of your choosing for the throne, I am not here to throw my hat in the ring, as the mortals say, but to instead withdraw myself from the line” Gasps fill the room and cries and uproars, he feels someone might have even fainted. “Instead I ask you give me another role, a new role, title, that I have made for myself. I wish to travel the lands of Fae, sea, mortal lands, and the unknown in search of allies, magic, emptied lands, treasures and advances. I wish to not own the crown but help it thrive and advance. I swear my service to it and my loyalty.” By the end of his proposal he is down on one knee head bent to the ground. He raises his eyes and sees his mother is shocked but hiding it with a steady look. His father has a smirk and looks as if he trying to keep from laughing meaning he either sees this as some joke or is nervous about what his son’s statements mean. Ben always had a feeling His mother saw him as one of the main royals reaching for the throne and probably assumed that that was what Ben had wanted. Ben just hoped she wasn’t upset with his decision. The room was silent awaiting The High King and High Queen’s reaction.

His father broke the silence with a laugh “Blood or not you definitely got the dramatics of this family, here we thought you were about to announce some coup or something, pull a Balekin part two!”

“I didn’t think that” His mother said with a smirk, low enough only Ben and Cardan could hear. Cardan whispered something to his queen as Ben stayed on one knee. He saw from the top of his vision Jude give a curt nod, and His father stood up.

“My son,” he said with a sigh “Your proposal sounds…exactly and perfectly fit for you” Ben stood up as an uproar went up filled with cheers and surprised shouts. He looked over and saw the head of the guard look at him with betrayal on her face. Seems she realized she backed the wrong prince. “However,” The High King continued “I don’t know where all this talk of crowning a new ruler came from, but perhaps…” Cardan turned to look at Jude then back at the crowd “It might be time to consider and keep watch of who that will one day be, and keep in mind Ben, just because you want withdrawal now doesn’t mean you can’t come back to reconsider before it’s too late” Ben could feel the eyes of all his siblings even the ones who care far less about these ordeals. Ben had just moved a piece in an eight-player game of chess, the piece that not only started the game but caught the attention of the other players. It didn’t matter to Ben; he was taking himself out of the game enough to still come back a hero if he really wanted to, and according to his father, still a chance to come back as king if he ever changed his mind. Ben had all the freedom to do what he wanted, and none of the others could do the same without looking like followers to him, and they all knew it. None of them could pull off what he put in motion, now that it was already done. Ben turned to his father.

“Thank you, I will remember your words as I begin and endure my travels, but for now I plan to enjoy my first night with my new title and status and worry about the details tomorrow”. The high king smiled and nodded, then step back to his wife. Ben turned to his mother and her eyes questioned him while her lips pulled into a smirk. She rose from her throne and stood in front of him and gave him a seemingly innocent hug, but Ben knew better when she pulled him down to whisper in his ear.

“For once I don’t know what you’re planning, but remember this, the throne, this new title, your siblings’ ambition, are nothing to play around with, you’ve always been smart Ben don’t let this battle change that.” She pulled away and looked into his eyes, probably hoping to find some genuine emotion there in them.

“Don’t worry about me mother” he kissed her cheek “I know my place” with that he stepped down from the dais into the crowd with his head high and gold cape flowing behind him, yes, no one could deny he looked like a king that night, the same night he seemingly gave up the throne. Ezren watched from afar eyes secretly filled with unnerving satisfaction. Ben ignored him and the questions of the nobles that approached him and grabbed a drink he knew was supposed to make him crazy with faiery lust, he downed it feeling nothing. He was never the trickster type but he did have his secrets, secrets he would take with him on his upcoming travels, secrets that would only be reveled upon his inevitable return.

#the folk of the air #Jude #Jude Duarte #Cardan #Cardan Greenbrier #Cardan Duerta #Jurdan #Jude X Cardan #Cardan x Jude #Holly Black #The Race to the crown #Taryn Duarte #Court of Shadows #how the king of elfhame learned to hate stories #OOC

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phantom-curve · 3 years

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happy second birthday! 5 for juke, any au of your choice?

Thank you! Please enjoy some mildly angsty but ultimately extremely soft Juke cuddles, set in a post-canon AU where Julie brought the boys back to life.

#5: feeling their pulse

Sometimes, when she woke up in the middle of the night and was still stuck in that place where dreams felt like reality and reality felt like a dream, Julie forgot that the boys were okay now. She forgot about the hug and the stamps floating out of their skin, dissolving into the ether as if they had never existed in the first place. She forgot about the magic that had slowly but surely brought her boys back to life, real life, like blood pumping, lungs expanding, aging just like everyone else life. She forgot about the paperwork and the reunions with Luke’s parents and Bobby-no-wait-Trevor Wilson, and the completely mind-boggling realization that she got to keep them, forever, safe and sound right at her side. Because it still didn’t feel real. People died. It was a fact of life, and something Julie had learned to accept when she lost her mom way too early. People did not come back to life because of the power of friendship and love. Except her Phantoms did.

It was on those nights that Julie would go searching for Luke. Like a moth drawn to a flame, she always seemed to be able to find him no matter where he was.

Alex and Reggie weren’t fully ready to find their families again. Coming back to life itself was a big enough change for Alex. Throw in the fact that he had gotten to bring Willie along with him, and he wasn’t quite ready to add anything else to the mix just yet. Reggie did want to find out whatever had happened to his family, but Julie knew that he was also kind of okay with existing in the unknown for the time being. What he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him, and he was trying to decide if it would be worth the risk of learning something devastating that he would have otherwise not known.

So, two of the boys stayed with the Molina’s. Ray had upgraded things in the studio, creating a space for Alex that was safe and private so he could be close when he wanted to and alone when he needed it. Reggie had moved into the house, not only because Carlos had practically begged him, but also because he preferred being surrounded by the family as much as he could. Luke told Julie it was probably because their family was the kind he had always dreamed of, loving and supportive and not always on the brink of arguing over nothing.

Luke, on the other hand, had mostly moved back into his parent’s house. There were some growing pains, especially because Emily and Mitch were still just generally adjusting to the fact that the son they had mourned for 25 years was back in the land of the living, but also because for Luke, those years hadn’t really happened. The fights and relationship struggles were still fresh for him, even if his parents had mostly forgotten them. Which meant that Luke still spent a lot of time either in the studio or crashing on the Molina’s couch. Julie didn’t mind, particularly on nights like tonight when she needed the solid reminder of his presence to convince herself that he wasn’t about to disappear from her life permanently and without warning.

Luke seemed to know she was coming before she appeared. He had fallen asleep on the living room couch after a late night Super Smash Brothers tournament with Reggie and Carlos, but by the time she was tiptoeing into the room, nothing but the hallway nightlight to guide her, he was sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He smiled softly at her when she entered the room.

“Hey Jules, I thought I heard you wake up.”

Julie didn’t hesitate to join him on the couch, leaning into his side when he lifted an arm in invitation. Luke leaned back against the couch, pulling her close as he wrapped the blanket around both of them. Julie let her head fall to rest on his chest, just above his heart, the steady beat echoing in her ears. She smiled when she heard it pick up, still in awe of the fact that she did that to him. Luke sighed, the sound tinged with contentment, as if his night hadn’t been quite right until she had found her way into his arms.

“Did you have another dream?”

His words were hushed, soft against her scalp as he traced his fingertips up and down her arm. She tried not to huff in response.

“Am I not allowed to cuddle you just because I want to? Do I have to have a bad dream to make it okay?”

Luke’s arm squeezed her close, his heart stuttering and then racing even faster than before.

“N-no, of course not. You know I’m always here for you. I just...wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Guilt crawled like lead through her veins. Julie blinked away the sudden tears that seemed to spring up out of nowhere, reaching across his chest to grab his unoccupied hand and pull it close. She didn’t look into his eyes as she wrapped her fingers around his wrist, her pointer and middle finger coming to rest against his radial artery, the thrumming of his pulse pumping fast and furious through his veins. She let the rhythm consume her, let it soak into her own skin as a reassurance that he was here. He was alive, real flesh and bones beneath her touch, and he was going to stay that way for as long as she had anything to say about it. Luke didn’t comment, but she knew he knew what she was doing.

“I just forget sometimes,” she whispered into the quiet room, finally dragging her eyes to his so she could drown in the sea green depths of his gaze. “I wake up and it’s like, I can’t believe it’s actually real. It’s too good to be true. And then I panic, because what if it was all just something I made up, some way of coping with my mom’s death and everything else, and I can’t even trust myself to know that you’re real.”

Julie shuddered against him, that very real fear still lurking a little too close to the surface.

“I just...needed a little reminder.”

His blood pumped sure and steady underneath the pressure of her touch. He was here. He was alive.Luke’s arms hauled her impossibly closer, body shifting to sweep her legs out from under her so that she was forced to practically lie on top of him. He wriggled slightly, so he was further underneath her instead of next to her and buried his face into the top of her head, inhaling deeply like he also needed a physical reminder of her existence. She felt the pressure of his lips against her hair, let the touch burn a fiery path along her spine.

“I’m here, Julie. I’m right here.”

Forever.

The sentiment went unspoken, but it hung between them, heavy with implication and promise. Luke wasn’t going anywhere, not as long as there was a beat to his heart or a thought in his brain. Julie knew that, logically. He had sworn it over and over again, even before the boys had actually come back to life. To the ends of the Earth, he had sung, stealing lines from a Lord Huron song and twisting them to meet his purpose, I will follow you.

He was humming now, under his breath, the sound weaving its way into Julie’s ears and lulling her to sleep within the comfort of his embrace. Not a song stolen from the radio this time, but one of their songs. One of her songs, written for him and stuffed into her dream box back when she still viewed them as an impossibility, separated by time and circumstance. The universe had different plans it seemed, a chance for true love to triumph after all.

We create a perfect harmony.

The beat of his heart slowed, the feel of it underneath her fingers mellowing into a more familiar pattern. One that spelled out the sound of home, forever and always with her.

#mads writes #juke #the real lyric is 'to the ends of the earth would you follow me?'#but Luke changed it because OF COURSE he would follow Julie anywhere #I'm really proud of this one writing it felt like an out of body experience #jatp #julie and the phantoms #jukebox #juke ficlet #jatp ficlet #julie molina #luke patterson #send me prompts for my birthday!

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ijustwant2write · 4 years

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Confidence-Bucky Barnes x Powers!Reader

(GIF credit to @sunoficarus)

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hello there angel! I've been reading your cute imagines lately and they really warmed my heart and got me out of depression cloud! so i tried to be brave and request something bcs i'm usually shy ><~ can i request a Bucky Barnes x Reader oneshot, the reader is kinda a chubby avenger and she has feelings for him but she gets sad bcs she thinks he'll never fall for someone like her bcs sh's not like the other pretty female avengers annnddd.. yeah! XD~♡’

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Replication=Being able to make a copy of yourself, biological cloning, or the splitting of the body into multiples

Warnings: Insecurity, negative talk about weight/image, sad/crying reader, fluff

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Opening the fridge, I took out a water bottle, instantly opening it before taking a big swig. We had come back from a mission early afternoon, the team had been away for just over a week, so it was good to be back. Even though I had showered, eaten and unpacked, I still had an immense thirst in me.

"Hey, I'm making toast, you want some?" Natasha asked as she walked in.

"No, I've eaten thank you." I replied, sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar.

As she began making her food, she continued talking."You OK after the last week?"

"Yeah, just tired. The longest mission I've done is four days, it's amazing what a few more days can do to you."

"You were great out there, a real natural. Your powers are much more controlled than they used to be."

"Thanks, it's all down to the training I guess."

"And your confidence."

"Really?"

Nat placed three pieces of bread into the toaster, turning around to face me once the lever was pushed down."Yes! It wasn't like you were extremely shy when you first came, but there's a difference in you."

If only I was this confident around someone else.

“You gonna head up early tonight?” Nat asked.

“Definitely. The last time I used my powers like that was when you guys first brought me in. And that was when I didn’t have as much control over them. I think it’s a good idea, we all need the rest.”

“So am I. Actually, Dr Cho wanted to see you. She said something really medical and science-y to explain why but I made no sense to me. Something about your cells splitting...or recreating?"

"Oh, she did mention that before we left. Think she's trying to help me connect more with my replicas, so that I can confuse whoever we're attacking even more. Thanks for telling me."

She nodded, turning around once the toast popped up. I said goodbye, scrolling on my phone as I made my way to Dr Cho's lab. My power to basically clone multiple versions of myself seemed useless at first, until I figured out how to control them and thought about tactics they were useful in. It was very strategic, everything had to be carefully planned. But now that I was getting used to it, everything seemed like second nature. And I had the team to thank for that.

"Hey (Y/N), thanks for coming by." Helen greeted as I walked into her lab, holding her tablet as she usually did.

"Hi. So, am I being wired up to a machine today?"

She smiled."No, nothing like that. Tony and I have been working together on something that will ensure you can keep track of all your replicas."

Helen turned her back to me, grabbing a tray with what looked like four silver bracelets. She gestured for me to stand by her as she placed the tray on the table in front of us.

"These are your new accessories." she started, picking up a pair."You'll wear them when on missions, and these will be able to connect you to any replicas you create. It's just to help you keep a better track. And any time they are hurt in anyway, the energy from the hit will drive into your bracelet."

"Like T'Challa's armour?"

Helen nodded."But instead of propelling back that energy, it'll just mean your replica can hold the energy and use it as a shield. Say someone was stood behind it and the enemy attacked the replica, the real person behind them would be safe."

"That's amazing!"

She held out her hand, wanting me to give her my wrist. I complied, letting her put the bracelets on me. They glowed blue before returning to the silver colour, feeling weightless on me.

"They're able to become translucent depending on what uniform you're wearing. That way they won't be able to differentiate you from your replicas."

"Wow, thank you."

"Don't thank me just yet. We still need to trial them. I definitely need Tony for this, just to make sure he's happy with them."

"I think he's gone to rest right now."

With a cheeky grin, she said,"Don't worry, he won't mind, this is important."

Helen left me by myself, and I felt slightly awkward around all of the expensive and confusing technology that surrounded me. A thought flashed in my mind to try out the bracelets, but I decided against it, not wanting to risk anything going wrong. Slipping them off and placing them back on the table, I caught myself in the reflection of the windows. My hands subconsciously moved to my stomach, brushing against it before grabbing the skin; they traced upwards to my forearms, repeating my actions despite my brain screaming that I shouldn't. It grossed me out every time, why would I want to touch those parts of me?

Turning to look at myself side on, I sighed at how stomach looked, almost wincing as my gaze travelled down to my thighs. All that training, the healthy meals I ate, where were the results? Why didn't I look like Natasha or Wanda? I battled with my conscious everyday over this. The tiniest part of it begged me to not look at myself that way, not to throw my hard work away or belittle myself over such a thing; but that was an extremely rare thing to happen, and that voice was hard to hear. The voice that spoke much too often had something completely different to say. It would force me to look at myself whenever I passed anything reflective, to make sure I looked decent, although I never did. It wanted to point out my flaws, it wanted to make me aware and punish me for looking like this,despite all the hard work I put into training. And training had never been about losing weight, it was purely strengthening, learning how to fight/defend myself as well as keep up with my stamina.

Taking a deep breath in, I faced myself properly, squeezing my hands in and out of fists as I replicated myself, scanning my eyes over every single version of me. There were seven of me altogether, three replicas on either side of me, and I wondered why I even thought about doing this to myself. I made each replica turn more than the other, meaning I was looking at myself at every angle, and I hated all of them. It wasn't fair. Why was my power to make copies of myself when I didn't even like the one, true version of me?

"(Y/N)?" someone startled me, my replicas instantly disappearing.

Whipping around as my concentration broke, my face broke out into a blush as I saw Bucky standing in the doorway. It just had to be him, why couldn't it have been anyone else?

"Y-yes?" I stuttered, immediately breaking eye contact.

"Sorry, I needed to speak to Dr Cho."

"Sh-she, uh, she just left, a-actually."

"OK, I'll come by later." I glanced up, seeing him move to leave before turning back to me."You sure you're alright?"

I nodded."Mhm."

He slowly nodded, but mostly to himself."Good job this week by the way, you were great."

I hated how hot I was feeling after the compliment, even when he was gone I felt embarrassed by myself. Did he see me looking at myself like that? He must have thought I was an absolute weirdo for doing such a thing!

Helen reappeared, a yawning Tony following in behind her."Right, this shouldn't take too long-"

"I'm sorry, I don't think I can do this right now." I blurted out."I’m really tired and I want to make sure that the results are accurate."

They were taken back by my snappy tone, slowly nodding as I refrained from bolting out of the room. Brushing past them, my hands instantly wrapped around my torso, making a beeline towards the elevator. My breaths were sort and sharp as I hit the button, fingers poking into my sides as I crossed them again. Why wasn’t I toned? Why was I able to grab so much skin? Once I was out of the elevator, I picked up the pace towards my room, resisting slamming the door to not gain any more attention. Grabbing the throw at the end of my bed, I threw it over the mirror, making sure I could not see any part of myself before I collapsed onto my bed, covering myself with the bed sheets.

Silent sobs ran through me as I gripped onto the sheets that were bunched up around me. I hated my mind, I hated how I looked, I hated how I could never be at peace with how I looked. Sleep would come to me late tonight, but only once I exhausted myself from crying. And I hoped that I would not dream tonight.

Waking up, I felt how dry my moth and lips were, and also where the tears had stained my cheeks, as well as my pillow. My neck was aching from the position I had fallen asleep in, it felt worse as I pushed myself up into a sitting position. Rubbing my eyes, I coughed to clear my throat, definitely needing water after I felt how hoarse it was. Although it would have been so much easier to stay holed up in my room all day, avoid questions from everyone (even making small talk could reveal how I was really feeling), staying here would cause more fuss than needed.

"Good morning Miss (Y/L/N)." Vision greeted as I walked the halls.

"Morning." I mustered up the best smile.

"I hope I am not coming across as rude or interfering, but are you alright?"

I nodded, hiding my panic."Yeah, just a little tired from the mission. And I think overwhelmed, it's been my longest one yet."

"That is understandable. Though I am sure the experience will serve you well in future missions, especially with your stamina."

"Yep, hopefully."

Vision hadn't done anything wrong, he was being a good friend. But my mind wondered whether anything had been said about me. Did I look bad? Did I look exhausted? Why did he mention stamina? He could have just left that part out. I engaged with more small talk as we made our way down to the kitchen (Vision liked to be part of an everyday routine), though part of me wished that I was alone again.

"Ah, morning Mr Barnes." Vision said as we walked in, and I instantly cringed.

"Morning." Bucky mumbled, sending a small smile our way, but I quickly looked elsewhere. He was finishing a bowl of cereal as he sat at the kitchen island.

"Miss (Y/L/N), could I tempt you with a fully cooked breakfast? Something that is full of nutrition but still quite enjoyable? I believe it would help with your recovery." Vision offered.

"Oh, that's very kind Vis." I quietly said."But I'll just stick to coffee for now."

"You sure? I wouldn't pass up that opportunity." Bucky added.

I could only muster,"Mhm." before focusing on the coffee machine in front of me.

"Well, the offer stands if you wish for it." Vision said, and I could tell I had upset him.

He said his goodbyes to us as he left, leaving me alone with Bucky. Keeping my back to him, I played with the end of my sleeves, coming up with normal answers that I could say if Bucky started asking questions. I knew that even with backup answers, I wouldn't be able to speak properly to him, my mind would go blank.

"You should have something to eat really. At least an apple or something." Bucky said.

"I'll have one once I've woken up more. Don't feel like eating just yet, think I'm overtired."

"Just make sure you're looking after yourself."

I poured out the coffee into a mug, prepared to leave when I caught Bucky looking at me. My demeanour became smaller, shy, more withdrawn.

"What were you doing the other day? In the lab?"

"I...was testing out a new gadget Tony and Dr Cho created for me."

"(Y/N), I don't want to make assumptions-"

"Then believe what I say. Why would I be lying?"

He looked shocked."I didn't say anything like that."

My eyes cast down, panic setting into my mind, I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. Forgetting about my coffee, I gave myself no other choice than to run away from any confrontation. I thought that would be the end of it, it usually was, but I heard footsteps behind me, heavy ones, belonging to Bucky. At first, I kept going, hoping he was just going to call out to me before giving up, but again, I was wrong.

“(Y/N), please!” Bucky pleaded.

Not knowing where to go made me falter, it was only for a split second, that was enough time for Bucky to open a door and drag me inside. Breaking away from him, I sighed when I realised we were in an old conference room; it was empty now, no furniture or screens, it was currently being upgraded and renovated. However, that also meant no one would have any intention of walking in, meaning we were very likely to not be interrupted.

“Bucky, I don’t want to talk about this.” I rushed out.

“So there is something wrong!” he exclaimed, but kept his tone calm.

“It doesn’t concern you.”

“You’re my friend, my teammate (Y/N), I care about you.”

“Fine! You want to know what’s wrong? I’m surrounded by images of strong, fit people, who I work just as hard as, yet I never look like them! I train and train and train, but for some cruel reason, my body never changes. Sure, I’ve slimmed down slightly since I arrived here, but it’s not enough for me. I’ve been called a superhero, I fight alongside all of you with your slim physiques, huge muscles and beautiful faces; so when I see a picture, or news footage of us fighting, I look like the odd one out, the huge odd one out. I don’t look right standing beside any of you, even an agent from S.H.I.E.L.D.”

Bucky didn’t say anything. His mouth was slightly open, eyes squinted and eyebrows furrowed as he continued staring at me. I scoffed, facing away from him.

“Now you’re seeing it. Or at least your thoughts about me are confirmed. I understand. I know you guys are my friends, you don’t care what I look like. But you must look at me in the line up and think I look out of place.”

“(Y/N), I could never look at you, or think of you in that way.”

“You don’t have to pity me-”

“I’m not. (Y/N), you don’t realise how beautiful you are.”

I glanced over my shoulder, shocked by his sentence.“Don’t do this to make me feel better, because it doesn’t work.”

He took a step closer to me.“How long have you been holding this in for?”

“I’m a woman who’s been bigger than everyone else around me my entire life, and I also have powers which made me a freak before people realised I could save them. So, basically my whole life.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why would anyone in my position want to speak up about this? You didn’t say anything when your nightmares came back.”

I saw that throw him off.

“I’m sorry Bucky, I didn’t mean to...to mention it, or-”

“No, you’re right. I know what it feels like to keep something to yourself. You don’t want to burden anyone around you, especially the ones you love. You think it’s not that important, that you can handle it by yourself, or you can ignore it until it goes away. But that’s not the right way to handle things. I can see that, looking back on everything.”

“But your nightmares were worth talking about. They scarred you, reminded you of that awful past. I’m a stupid girl crying over weight that can easily be shifted if I just work harder.”

“You would work yourself to death if you did that. (Y/N), I see you everyday training hard, making sure your powers are being improved everyday, going over tactics you can use by yourself or with the team. Everyday you ensure you are at your best because you want to help people out there that can’t defend themselves. If people judge you on how you look instead of your actions, they’re not even worth thinking about.”

Letting my arms drop to my sides, I faced Bucky, gathering enough courage to look him in the eyes.“Thanks Bucky.”

“(Y/N) I mean it. I’m not saying this to just be nice. You matter to me.”

“I know-”

“No, you don’t. I...I really like you (Y/N). And I know you may not see me in the same way, but you’re such a caring, powerful and hard working person. We come back from a mission, and you could be carried out on a stretcher but you still keep positive and make sure everyone else is safe before yourself. I’m telling you this because...well it just feels right. I’m also not making this up because you need validation from a man to make you feel better about yourself. You should be able to look at yourself in the mirror and love what you see, no matter what you look like.”

My chin was trembling as my lips pursed, trying to hold back my tears. Shaky breath escaped my nostrils, and as Bucky kept looking at me with those nurturing, safe eyes, I broke. No one had ever said something like that to me. I could tell he meant it. He wouldn’t be putting all this effort into this if he just wanted to be a good friend.

“Do...do you really mean it?” my voice wobbled.

He smiled.“Yes.”

Bucky wrapped his arms around me tenderly, pulling me into his chest. Surprisingly, my instincts made me quickly copy, gripping onto his t-shirt as I started sobbing. My mind was confused. One minute I was absolutely hating myself, then I had covered up my sadness, panicking because someone was about to see me break, and here I was, letting it all out in front of him. But I didn’t feel embarrassed like I thought I would. It felt amazing to feel that dragging weight on my shoulders suddenly lift away, the comfort of someone else was welcoming.

“Th-thank you Bucky.” I sniffed.“I’ve always thought that I need to keep this sort of thing to myself. I’ve been terrified to even be sad, even though I know it’s OK to be sad, but for some reason, my mind would never let me. It’s been building up inside of me, I’ve never been able to express myself properly.”

“We’re here for you, I’m here for you. I’ll always be here to listen...and you tell you how beautiful you are every time I see you.”

I giggled as I pulled away, wiping my cheeks.“You don’t have to do that.”

“I do. I want to.”

“Thank you Bucky, I really appreciate your help.”

He kissed my forehead.“I’ll always be here.”

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Miraculous Flash Forward part 7: The Reunion

A Miraculous Fan-Fic

Written By

AJ Dunn

The festivities were meant to begin around noon and carry on late into the night. Finishing up with the Super Hero team’s arrival and hanging out. Adrien dressed quickly, hoping that his outfit, while casual, wasn't too casual for Felix’s liking. He was wearing blue jeans, a long-sleeve black shirt, and a light blue short sleeve, button-down hooded shirt. The hood was his new trademark style and he couldn’t go without it. Although he hoped it wasn’t going to be too hot for the long sleeves. He had a few bruises fro m sparring in his father’s atrium and broke a few of his prized statuettes. It was a good way to alleviate some of the frustration, hurt, and anger he had allowed to steep in him all these years. The world didn’t need to see that side of Adrien.

He made his way downstairs to his coup and pulled it out of the garage. His phone rang through to the car stereo as Adrien clicked a button to answer it.

“There is a tent set up at the back of the Place De Vosges park behind the stage, meet me there,” Felix ordered. “I’ll announce you at exactly 12 noon.”

“On my way,” Adrien said. It only took a few minutes to drive there, and he had a good 30 minutes, in case of traffic. Adrien parked the car by the curb next to the tent Felix had mentioned then rushed inside hoping no one saw him. He sat down at a chair set up for him and waited. It reminded him of his modeling days and wondered if Felix had hired a make-up crew and expected him to wear a custom Graham De Vanily line outfit. No such thing happened. He sat alone for a while until his cousin joined him.

“You look nervous,” Felix said.

“I just haven’t been in the public eye in so long, I don’t remember how to act.” Adrien stared at his hands as he leaned his elbows on his knees.

“The boy who spent most of his life as the model, sunshine boy, and face of his father’s fashion company?” Felix snorted a laugh. “It's muscle memory Adrien, just like your… your kung fu.” he gestured with his hands toward Adrien.

“But that’s not me anymore, and I don’t want to present as someone I’m not.” Adrien scoffed. “That’s the same as lying,” he emphasized.

“I guess…” Felix thought for a moment. “Just be yourself.” he narrowed his eyes. “But let’s not start throwing kicks or punches while on stage save that for the drunken after-party.” Adrien laughed.

“Only if you join me with some kicks and punches of your own.”

“I’ll think about it.” they both laughed. “It’s time.” Felix stood up as he heard the emcee Nino introducing him. He slipped through the opening opposite the street and entered the stage. Adrien could hear the crowd clap for him.

“Thank you thank you,” Felix said as the crowd quieted.

“These past 5 years have been a time of healing for all of us.” Felix started. Adrien’s emotions already welling up in his as he tried to swallow it back. He decided to practice his breathing techniques while he waited for his cue.

“Some of us.” Felix paused. “Affected on a more personal level. The family of the man who wrought years of torture on all of us without anyone knowing who he was. We, the Graham De Vanily and the Agreste family felt the final blow of Hawk Moths’ actions just as much as the rest of you and because of that. We have had to work extra hard to ensure our place in YOUR lives would not be clouded by the actions of one man. We do NOT condone his actions, we do NOT acknowledge him. We DO, however, ask that you forgive us our ignorance in his actions, and accept us as one of your.” the crowd cheered as Felix went silent for a moment. “And when I say we. I am referring to myself and…” Adrien stood at the opening waiting for his introduction. “Adrien.” He stepped out of the tent hearing even the quietest whisper die out. “Now, let our Sunshine boy say a few words, then let us celebrate once again.” He stepped away from the mic as Adrien glanced nervously at Nino. Nino gave him a supporting nod as he stepped up to the mic.

“I… I can’t tell you all, how sorry I am for what my father did to you all, but…” He felt a hand rest on his shoulder. He looked up and found Luka smiling at him. The wrecking ball in his stomach settled down as he turned back to the crow. “I had a lot to process but that doesn’t excuse my actions in leaving you all without a word all these years and I hope you can find it in your heart to…” he searched the audience until he found her face in the back. A look of shock and bewilderment as if she had forgotten to breathe. “I am sorry.” His words were meant mostly for her. He stepped back from the microphone looking for a clear path to her. As if the audience saw what he was thinking they cleared the way all turning their eyes on Marinette. Adrien ran across the stage leaping from it. Landing softly on the grass he walked up to Marinette hoping his actions didn’t scare too her bad as he approached her.

Her face froze in shock as he reached her. Bright pink tinting flushed over her cheeks as her mouth gaped open. He rested both hands on her shoulders as he looked down at her. She didn’t move so he pulled her into a hug. Finally, her arms came up around his waist and she pressed herself into the hug. She began to tremble in his arms.

“Can we have a minute alone?” he whispered into her ear. He felt her nod so he releases one arm from her and used the other to pull her along to the farthest side of the park. They found a bench and took a seat in the shade. He watched her as her eyes focused on the ground.

“I am sorry, for the things I left unsaid.” his voice quivered as he fought back the tears. She was crying and he knew he would be too if he didn’t focus his breathing. “I can’t expect you to forgive me…”

“But I do.” her eyes shot up to his. The moistened eyes and cheeks made him choke. He never wanted to see her cry. “I know why you left, I know it must have been hard for you to face us, to face me.” Adrien reached his hands up cupping her face on both sides as he ran his thumb over her cheeks wiping away the fresh tears.

“About that too, but I meant…” he could feel his cheeks warm up as he remembered her words that day, how she had told him it was okay if he didn’t feel the same, but that she loved him. “I should have told you back then. But I...I do feel the same.” Her tears seemed to stop suddenly as she looked up at him in surprise. “It has always been you.”

“But you said…” She choked. “There was a girl that you loved.” Adrien smiled.

“How many times did you deny to my face that you had feelings for me?” Adrien released her face and folded his hands together looking at the sky. “Even you can’t deny how easy it is to love Ladybug,” he said.

“Ladybug?” she giggled

“Are you laughing at me now?” Adrien smiled at her.

“It’s just. Well, you should ask her when you see her tonight.” Adrien froze for a minute. He couldn’t be Adrien while he was Cat Noir, and Marinette didn’t know that about him.

“I won’t be staying for that part.” he frowned. “I have to return home, I have, responsibilities.”

“Home?” Her face dropped to the ground again as her arm came up around her chest to hug herself.

“I have another confession for you.” He said taking her chin in his hand tipping her face to meet his again. “I live in Shanghai, where I teach Kung Fu to kids and learn how to cook from the World’s Greatest Sifu.”

“Uncle Cheng?” Marinette’s eyes widened.

“And I stock my closet with Marinette designs.” her face lit up at the mention of her brand. “Thank you for the bonus Cat Noir Onesie.” A realization came across her face.

“That was you.” she punched him in the shoulder then pulled her hand back quickly. “OUCH!: Adrien laughed at her. “Wait, what about the week I spent there with my parents?”

“I saw you from across the street, when you went to the museum, and when I stopped by the restaurant.” He sighed, he didn’t want to get Cheng Sifu in trouble. “Don’t be mad at him. It was I who couldn’t face you.”

“So, you have been in Shanghai this whole time?” She looked confused taking his hand in hers.

“Well, the last three years.”

“But we have been searching for you everywhere.” Marinette scowled. “Don’t you think I would have checked there first?”

“Oh, uh, about that.” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I uh, I changed my name from Agreste to Graham De Vanily, because…”

“That part you don’t have to explain.” she sighed. “When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Then why can’t you be here for the Hero Celebration?”

“There is… something I have to do. I might come back afterward if you want me to.” Marinette smiled.

“Alright stop hogging the Sunshine boy,” Alya said, grabbing them both by the arms and dragging them back to the group.

“What about the wedding,” Marinette asked as they walked back. “Your best friend is getting married. He needs you to be his best man.”

“I thought it was you getting married. Besides I don’t even have a tux.” he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly hoping she hadn’t heard the first part.

“Oh, I already took care of the tux, just in case. I did a favor for Felix in exchange for your measurements. He tried to act like he didn’t know, but I knew better.'' The group was dancing to Kitty Section. Adrien began to move as he stood in front of Marinette. “Who would I be getting married to anyway?” Adrien froze for a moment

“Luka?” Adrien tried to sound casual about it. But Marinette began to laugh as she danced with him.

“He and Zoe got married a few years ago, they have twins now.” Adrien was surprised but also happy for his good friend. He glanced up to the stage watching him strum on his guitar. “He focus’ more attention on making stringed instruments, but they have a record deal and they play venues like this.” Juleka strumbed on her guitar as Rose sung and Ivan played the drums. Adrien marveled for a minute when he realized the old keyboard was set up with no one playing it. The song came to an end and as if he could hear his thoughts.

“Adrien, care to join us for old times sake?” Luka asked through the microphone. He could feel his face light up as everyone turned to him cheering. Adrien climbed up on the stage and took his spot at the keyboard. A microphone was sitting in front of it.

“Forgive me… It’s been a long time since I played.” Adrien said shyly

“Take your time, brother, we haven’t played this one since you left, so it'll be a refresher for all of us.” Luka smiled at him. Adrien beamed at the reference to family he hadn’t heard in forever. Rose's voice hasn't changed much, it was still squeaky and meek but when she began to sing, she became a total rocker. Adrien never really understood the song about Unicorns, but it did have a feel good beat and always made everyone cheer. They played out the song as if it had been yesterday.

“Thank you Adrien.” Rose hugged him before he left the stage to rejoin Marinette, Juleka grabbed him after Rose then Ivan and Luka.

“Welcome home.” Adrien blushed hoping his feelings didn’t expose him too much. On his way back to Marinette, his whole class took a minute to welcome him home, grab him into a hug, high five or some other friendly gesture. Marinette waited for him where he had left her.

“We’re going to slow it down now and give Kitty Section a Brake.” Nino said over the mic. A melodic piano tune began to play and Adrien knew it well, it was their song. The song he and Marinette had danced to every time they danced. It slipped his hands around her waist as she lifted hers over his shoulders and he pulled her tight against his chest. He had to stoop forward now that he was so much taller than her. He tightened his grip on her and slowly lifted her off the ground. He was so deeply entranced by her as her arms tightened around his neck. Her face now buried in his neck.

“I just remembered how you loved dancing with your feet off the ground.” He could hear her chuckle a little at the reference to their New York trip. She lifted her head up from his neck as he felt her lips press against his cheek, then tucked back against his neck. As the song ended he returned her feet to the ground. “It is better this way, so you don’t step on my feet and trip us both.” He said playfully scratching the back of his neck. She swatted at him and huffed. He reached out to grab her arms as she pulled away from him. With her back turned to him he wrapped his arms around her again then placed a kiss on her cheek. He released her just as quickly.

Kitty Section went on to play a few more songs. Adrien took Marinette to get a plate of snacks from the buffet table and sit back down at the bench from earlier. The day waned on as the sun began to set.

“Dudes and Dudettes lets’ give Kitty Section a hand as they are done for the night as we now surrender the stage to Jagged Stone his first song is a shout out to all you super heroes out there to join us up on stage. Here’s Jagged Stone playing Miraculous.” Nino ran off the stage and disappeared.

“Hey, Marinette, can we talk… You know.. Over there?” Alya grabbed her hand and drug her away before Adrien could say anything. This was perfect though. Adrien snuck off to the tent and called on his transformation. He found his way to Marinette’s old Balcony and scanned the area waiting for the others. Ladybug was the first to land on the stage with Rena Rouge and Carapace at her side. Soon, Viperion stood beside Ladybug with Purple Tigress beside him. Polymouse and Pigella were there too. One by one the team that took down Hawkmoth took their places on the stage and held their stance. Vesperia landed flawlessly. Suddenly the entire team began to chat together led by Ladybug.

“Cat..Cat...Cat...Cat...Cat” Ladybug called out.

“Cat Noir!” the entire crowd called as his face flushed with joy. He thrust himself into the air allowing his body to sumersault just before landing between Viperon and Ladybug. With one knee and hand on the stage, his other hand on his baton he looked up to see the crowd going wild and cheering.

“Welcome back Kitty.” Ladybug said as Viperion stepped aside making room for him and Ladybug at the center of the stage.

“What’s a Ladybug without her Cat Noir?” He recited the words from Marinette’s card. They all struck their superhero poses as the entire audience lit up in camera flashes.

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