#I showed that first drawing to my partner and he immediately went 'snack time!' which made me laugh way too long | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

heyitmelexie · 3 years

Text

Movie Night

Frankie “Catfish” Morales x GN!Reader

Word count: 1704

Warnings: none

Rating: General audiences

A/N: Day 7 for @honeymandos December Writing Challenge! ❤️

Frankie is not married here and does not have a child – events take place before the events of Triple Frontier. Reader’s best friend is also gender neutral!

I know Hamilton and Disney+ were released in 2020, Triple Frontier in 2019. But I’m not mentioning any years here. I just wanted to use the musical for this prompt, sooo please don’t think too much about it.❤️

-------------------------------------------------

Movie night with Frankie is something you look forward to every week.

The two of you just started dating about seven months ago and with your jobs consuming most of the weeks you didn’t see each other very often. That’s why you started carving out a little bit of time each Saturday night to have a movie night together.

Last week you spent it at your place, today you will have it at Frankie’s.

Those Saturday’s have become sacred nights to the both of you by now. Sometimes it was the only time you could see each other all week so you made sure to never miss it.

As you get in your car to drive to his house, your phone dings, signalling that you got a new message.

You unlock it and see it’s from Frankie, a smile forming on your lips upon reading his name.

Don’t forget the dips, love! Can’t have nachos without it 😱

You giggle at that and slightly roll your eyes.

I’m not the one who forgets half the things every time😁😉

As you drive to his place you recall the first time the two of you had met.

- around 7 months prior –

Ben Miller was the boyfriend of your best friend – now their husband. You had always gotten along with him really well, much to your friend’s delight and would visit them regularly.

One day he was throwing a little birthday barbecue party for your friend, inviting you and some of their other friends. Frankie was one of them.

You were the first one to arrive, because you had promised Ben to help prepare everything before they would come home from work. He had then revealed to you, while you were setting everything up, that he planned to propose that night and you had been super excited for them, knowing how much they love each other.

After a little while all the other friends started to arrive. Because Ben counted you as a close friend, he felt that it was in order to introduce you to his best friends which he knew from his time in the military.

You knew Will already, Ben’s older brother, who hugged you once he saw you. Santi and Tom both hugged you as well as Ben introduced you to them, both being extremely welcoming and immediately starting a casual conversation.

Frankie had arrived a little later as one of the last, feeling a little out of place as he saw a bunch of people he had never met before. But as soon as he spotted the boys, he relaxed a bit, making his way over to them to say hi.

Upon hearing his voice from right behind you, you jumped a little and then turned to look who it belonged to.

When Frankie laid his eyes on you his mind went completely blank. He thought he had somehow died and woke up in heaven, a literal angel standing right in front of him to welcome him into paradise.

Frankie never believed in love at first sight. Sure, he did love a few partners before, but it never held long, and it was never like this. He had never experienced this feeling before. One look at you and his heart burst into a million stars, butterflies erupting in his stomach, rendering him speechless.

As he stood there, frozen in place, mouth slightly agape and brain disconnected from the rest of his body, he didn’t hear you talking to him or the boys’ laughter until Santi slightly slapped his shoulder in a brotherly manner. He blinked and looked at him, mind still blank.

“You can’t just stand there staring at people, Fish, you’re scaring them away” he said, laughing and shaking his head.

You giggle slightly, thinking it was rather cute how he stared at you like a deer caught in headlights.

“I, uh… Sorry, I didn’t mean to, uhm… malfunction. It was rude of me to stare. I’m Frankie” he said, face as red as a beet, holding his hand out to you.

You flash him a bright smile, making his breath hitch and his heart almost hammer out of his chest. When he took your hand in his, he swore he could feel his skin tingle where you touched him, warmth spreading up his arm. And when you told him your name, when he finally heard your voice for the first time, he felt like he was about to combust.

In this exact moment he was thanking his past self that he decided to come to this party after debating for an hour whether he wanted to socialize tonight or not.

And you were secretly thankful that Benny had decided to invite his military best friends.

- present –

You now stand in front of Frankie’s door, arms full of snacks and use your foot to knock. Not even a minute later the door opens, revealing your boyfriend in black sweats, white shirt, red flannel and tousled hair that is sticking up into every direction.

He flashes you a big smile before taking some of the snacks out of your arms to carry them into the living room.

You shut the door behind you, slip out of your shoes and follow him. He had already prepared the drinks and even strung up some fairy lights. It looks so cosy and you can’t wait to just snuggle up against him and enjoy tonight.

Once you put the snacks into some bowls and poured yourself a glass of your preferable drink, you sit next to Frankie and snuggle right into him. Tonight is your turn to pick out a movie.

“So, what are we gonna watch tonight, amor?” he says, his arm wrapped around you.

You grin widely before starting the streaming service and looking for your choice of the night.

When you find it, you hear him groan slightly next to you, making you giggle before starting Hamilton.

“A musical?” He looks at you with his brows furrowed, slightly pouting.

You lean up and kiss his lips, making him hum in response.

“Don’t judge a book by its cover. Or a movie, in this case. Hamilton is amazing and I couldn’t wait to show it to you!”

Your visible excitement puts a smile on his lips and he gives in, shaking his head slightly before leaning back into the couch with you.

“Fine, fine. I’ll try not to be too big of a party pooper.”

Snuggled into his side, stuffing your face with popcorn, you silently mouth all the words to each song. Eyes wide in excitement, you stare at the tv and don’t notice Frankie constantly looking down at you, smiling at your giddiness. It fills him with warmth to see you so happy right there in his arms, watching this movie with him which obviously brings you so much joy.

Frankie isn’t really a fan of musicals, but for you he pulls himself together and really watches it.

To his surprise, he finds himself actually liking it and occasionally bobs his head to one or the other song. Which you notice and it makes you even happier than you have already been.

When the movie ends, you look at him expectantly, smiling so wide one could fear it would split your face in half.

He looks at you and laughs softly.

“You’re so adorable” he says, planting a kiss on your nose which you scrunch up in response.

“Sooooo… what do you think about it?”

“I have to say that it wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be” he says, earning himself a light jab to his side which makes him laugh.

He pulls you into his lap and wraps his arms around your waist. You then notice that he looks at you with a slightly more different expression.

“I’m tired of only seeing you once a week. Or just at lunch for like 20 minutes at most. I miss you all the time” he sighs, drawing little circles onto your hips with his thumbs.

“Yeah… me too” you cup his jaw with one hand and press a soft kiss to his lips.

“I want you to move in with me” he suddenly says. Your eyes widen at that and you freeze, trying to process what he had just asked you.

“I mean, I… you don’t have to, I’m not forcing you to do it. I just… I’d love to see you more, to have you around me. I’d love to see little things from you everywhere I go, your toothbrush next to mine, your mugs in my kitchen cupboard, your smell on my pillow. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms and wake up with you still there…” He feels a heat creeping up his neck and cheeks, looking to the side. He is nervous, you still hadn’t said a thing.

But then you take his face into both your hands and make him look at you, a fond smile playing on your lips.

“Frankie, there’s no way I’d ever say no to this” you whisper, and he releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Oh, thank god. I thought you were going to think me crazy” he says, scratching his chin slightly and chuckling.

You giggle at that before throwing a handful of popcorn at him.

He gasps, his awful, non-existing skill of acting coming through, making you laugh, the sound like music to his ears.

Before you can move away, he basically jumps at you, trapping you on the couch beneath him. And then he starts tickling you.

You laugh and squeal, trying to squirm out of his grip but he is too strong.

He doesn’t stop until you beg him to let go, barely able to bring out a single syllable, breathless from laughing this hard. Your heart hammers in your chest but you giggle up at him, glowing in the soft, orange light of the fairy lights.

A single popcorn falls out of his hair onto your forehead, making both of you laugh. He gently brushes it away and then leans down to softly rub his nose against yours before kissing you so tenderly that it takes your breath away.

--------------------------------------------------

Lemme know what you think ❤️

@absurdthirst @softpedropascal @tangledlove27

#Frankie Morales #Frankie Morales x Reader #Triple Frontier #Pedro Pascal #Pedro Pascal characters

67 notes · View notes

mostlycompetentwriter · 4 years

Text

My Pace (Drabble)

F/M Pairing: Y/N x Hwang Hyujin (SKZ)

Warnings: Smut and Language

Genre: Street Racer AU

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: Initially, Y/N only came to the race track because she wanted to keep a close eye on her mischievous little brother, Seungmin. She certainly didn’t expect to catch the attention of one of the racers who seems determined to impress her.

I loved the rare mornings when the sky was nothing but an endless blue paradise, undisturbed in its picturesque setting. During the Summer, that often precluded long, miserable hot days, but in the Fall, the weather was much more tolerable. It also marked the start of my town’s local racing league, which basically meant that a bunch of high-school and college-aged teens showed up at the abandoned track downtown to race their sports cars.

They could race for hours, swerving dangerously around the curves and accelerating close enough to touch bumpers with the car in front of them. The smell of gasoline and burnt rubber was pervasive, and all the other girls seemed to go crazy. They would scream and cheer for the cars as they zoomed past the stands as if the drivers insider could possibly see their individual faces.

In all honesty, it actually wasn’t so bad, especially when they opened the concession stand booth because I could occupy my time with candy snacks and popcorn. But the only reason I even came to the track was because of my younger brother, Seungmin. If he wanted to sneak out of the house undetected by my parents to race, then I felt the need to follow him and ensure that he kept out of trouble. In such a dangerous and high-risk sport, I only wanted the best for my little brother.

I also knew that it would be impossible to dissuade his passion for racing, so it was best to simply linger around the edges of the track and watch him. Because, for the most part, the other competitors never tried to do anything too outlandish. They obeyed the rules since they couldn’t risk getting kicked out, and some of the older students even invited everyone to bonfire parties after the events.

But I never went to those parties. I was only at the track to watch over Seungmin, and I trusted him enough to spend the night with Jeongin if he drank too much. You see, Seungmin enjoyed the social aspect of the races just as much as the actual competition, and he had tried to introduce me to his friends. They seemed nice enough, even if I only ever saw them after races with sweat perspiring on their skin, but I wasn’t looking for long-term friendships at the track. Because, at the end of the day, I didn’t share Seungmin’s passion for racing or the sleek model cars with impossibly loud engines.

Of course, that didn’t mean that Seungmin’s friends weren’t also disinterested in my company. Especially Hwang Hyunjin, the tall and lanky 16-year-old who embodied the phrase: “rebel without a cause.” Hyunjin always smoked cheap cigarettes while he waited for his partner-in-crime, Han Jisung, to make repairs under the hood of his Mustang. Apparently, the car was more trouble than it was worth, but Hyunjin had nothing else to race, so he was forced to worry over the engine on a regular basis.

He was very attractive, especially his figure, and I had caught myself staring a time or two when he crawled out from his car after a race. And Hyunjin also had long, blonde-colored hair that he pulled back away from his handsome face, exposing the expanse of his forehead and the proud cheekbones that stood out prominently. He always wore black jeans that were too big for him, and some corny t-shirt that hung limply from his shoulders. He was an irresponsible teen who didn’t seem to care that much for his safety, and he always made an effort to talk to me at the racing events, even though I had tried to make it clear that I wasn’t interested in his conversation.

For example, after one such event, Hyunjin arrogantly posed with his recently won trophy after securing first place yet again, wiping his greasy shirt sleeves against the plaque on the front. He easily found me in the stands, dropping the trophy onto the bleachers next to me before offering his best smile. “Did you see me, Y/N?” Hyunjin asked. “I was six seconds ahead of your brother.”’

“Hmmm?” I replied, entirely disinterested as I scanned through the contents of my phone screen.

“Y/N,” Hyunjin tried again, and he boldly reached out to lower my phone screen and force my attention. “I’m having a party at my place tonight. You’ll come, right?”

I smirked. “I don’t go to those parties, Hyunjin.”

“You don’t?” Hyunjin hesitated, and a decidedly chastened look affected the usual arrogance of the smile that he was clearly forcing.

I guess that was enough to make me feel a little bad when I thought about Hyunjin’s poor attempts at flirting. “I can maybe come over for an hour.”

Hyunjin immediately brightened, shoulders rising as he cleared his throat and fetched a cigarette from his grease-stained pocket. He held the unlit stick between his teeth. “I’ll see you there.”

It only took me exactly fifteen minutes to hate the party at Hyunjin’s house.

His parents must never come home very much because Hyunjin didn’t seem to care that his friends were trashing everything, littering the floors with discarded bottles of beer and food wrappers. It was a complete mess, and the music was too loud, thunderous with some kind of generic bass that had me retreating outside to find some fresh air. However, I was surprised to find Hyunjin outside as well, smoking as he looked out into the darkness. “Oh,” I said, drawing his attention. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You’re not,” Hyunjin said with a raspy tone, beckoning me closer with a delicate crook of his fingers. “I needed a break too.”

“It’s your party,” I reminded him, and Hyunjin laughed, running his fingers through his messy hair.

“Yeah,” Hyunjin agreed. “But sometimes it can get crazy with the older kids.”

“I guess you don’t mind that they’re trashing your place?”

“I’ve got people who can clean that for me,” Hyunjin said, but it wasn’t boastful. In fact, there was a hint of resentment in his tone that he quickly banished with a shake of his head. “Hey, you want to see something?”

I nodded because I had nothing better to do, following him to the back of the house where he messed with a combination panel on the side of the building to reveal the inside of an impressive garage. “Holy shit,” I cursed, surveying the dozens of collector cars decorating the inside.

“They’re my dads,” Hyunjin said, tossing aside his cigarette before leading me to the first car. “He won’t let me drive them.”

“What’s the point, then?” I asked around a laugh. “I might not know much about cars or racing, but these seem pretty impressive.

“Which one do you like the most?” Hyunjin asked, and I pointed to the cherry-red Corvette. “You have good taste.”

He reached for my hand, and I shivered at the contact, allowing him to pull me closer to the gorgeous model. “He takes good care of them,” I remarked, and I was too afraid to touch the glistening paint.

“You want a closer look?” Hyunjin asked, reaching for the door handle of the passenger side without really waiting for my response.

“Okay,” I said, waiting for Hyunjin to recline the seat before carefully leading me into the back. I laughed at the absurdity of the situation before I lowered my head to accommodate the car’s smaller height, and I made sure to close the door behind us...just in case.

In the meantime, Hyunjin and I crowded together in the backseat, brushing shoulders while he giggled and reached for my hand between us. “This is kinda sexy, right?” he asked, and I scoffed at his claim.

“What do you mean?” I asked, wholly unprepared for the way he moved in closer, making the space between us even smaller.

“You know I like you, Y/N,” Hyunjin said, and I could feel his breath fanning across my face. “I didn’t think I was exactly subtle.”

“No,” I agreed, studying his eyes and the fascinating way they seemed to reflect the light from the garage. “But you know I only show up for my brother.”

Hyunjin sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before coming to a realization. “That doesn’t mean you can’t like it.”

His lips hovered against mine, almost teasingly, like he was testing his limits. “Hyunjin...”

He silenced me with a gentle kiss, and Hyunjin tasted like cigarettes and alcohol, but I ignored the combination as I allowed him to lick inside my mouth. It was actually really good, and he knew exactly what he was doing, pulling back only to reclaim my lips again before I could question whether or not this was a good idea. “Y/N,” he eventually whispered, looking at me with lust-filled eyes. “Please.”

I traced the swollen purse of my bottom lip before nodding, allowing him to pull me into his lap as our kisses grew feverish. It felt like there were fireworks going off all around us, electrifying the air and blinding my senses. But I was enraptured with the feeling of Hyunjin’s touches, and I started to trail my hands underneath his shirt, surprised when my fingers ran across the hard lines of his abdomen.

Oh, so there was muscle underneath those baggy clothes.

“Turn around,” he whispered, and he helped me carefully maneuver myself in our limited space. It was difficult, but Hyunjin pulled me against his chest, adjusting our positions so that his hand could crawl its way under the waistband of my shorts.

I whimpered when I felt his fingers tease the edge of my panties, and his other hand directed my chin to the side so that he could distract me with another kiss. It was a distraction that proved worthwhile, and I became lost in the hypnotic feel of his lips while his fingers started to part the folds of my labia, prodding at the entrance of my wet pussy.

I gasped into our kiss, stroking his tongue with messy movements while he started to thumb across my clitoris, providing the perfect stimulation in addition to the slow penetration of his fingers. “So beautiful,” he remarked, looking at me with hooded eyes, and I could see the way the muscle in his arm started to flex as he scissored his fingers against the sensitive walls of my pussy.

“Hyunjin,” I tried again, trying to fight the heavy fog weighing down on my shoulders as I relaxed further into his touches, allowing him to support me against his chest while his sinful fingers continued their work on pleasuring me. The squelching sounds becoming loud and downright vulgar in the narrow space of the car’s backseat.

“What a dirty girl, Y/N,” Hyunjin remarked, and he was suddenly moving faster, sliding his fingers through my juices while flicking his thumb across my throbbing clitoris. He handled me with such skill, and I was turned on beyond belief as I fell apart on his fingers, chasing his lips for more kisses as my hips started kicking in time to his rapid thrusts.

I swallowed around a moan when the heat became unbearable, and my legs started to shake, fighting to close against the intrusion of his fingers. I could feel myself teetering on the precipice, closing my eyes to savor the pleasurable ache building in my lower abdomen, muscles clenching tightly as I exhaled around the sudden and explosive release. I cried loudly as a result, chasing the fiery waves of my orgasm while Hyunjin removed his hand, bringing his fingers to his lips to lick over the evidence of my arousal.

I shivered at the sight before I reached behind me, squeezing his cock through the loose material of his pants. Meanwhile, Hyunjin removed his fingers from his mouth, turning his gaze to my hand as it gave his cock some much-needed attention. Eventually, I grew frustrated with the barrier of his pants, turning around in the narrow space to support myself on my knees as I helped him tug down his jeans and boxers. Immediately, his cock sprung free from the restrictive material, standing proudly against his stomach.

And I was practically salivating, tracing one finger against the head of his cock and watching as he jerked in response. “Y/N,” Hyunjin whined, and I allowed my hand to enclose itself around his erection, squeezing at the base because it seemed to drive him insane. And I tugged at him with lazy movements, studying the way his head fell back against the window, breaths coming out in harsh pants that continued to fog up the glass surrounding us.

When I pulled my hand away, Hyunjin opened his eyes, looking at me desperately as I spread out my legs and lowered myself to meet his cock at eye-level. He understood my intentions, lacing his fingers through my hair as his hips practically jumped in my face. I stilled them with a glare, swallowing hard as I allowed my tongue to trace across his narrow slit, following the little beads of precum that had gathered at the tip.

Hyunjin exhaled harshly, fidgeting around as he fought to keep himself in place, and I ended his torment by opening my mouth and taking him inside the wet cavern. He moaned with delight at the sensation, brushing my bangs out of my eyes as I took him even deeper, deciding that the taste of his precum was preferable to the alcohol and cigarettes from earlier.

I wasn’t that experienced with sucking cock, but I knew the basics, and Hyunjin seemed to be enjoying my efforts. Huffing around little whines as he begged me for more. And I was willing to give him everything, hollowing my cheeks as I felt the tip of his cock touch the back of my throat, forcing me to gag around his erection. “Do that again!” Hyunjin said, and I complied with his request, deep throating him until I couldn’t breathe before pulling off and using my hand to tug at his foreskin.

He was incredibly soft to the touch, and I could tell that he was close, hips practically humping against my fingers. I smiled at the sight of Hyunjin because he looked totally wrecked and ruined, but I still wanted to know what he looked like when I took him completely apart. So, I returned my lips to his cock, swallowing him down around a moan. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Hyunjin chanted, like it was his life’s mantra, forcing his cock down further as I tried to relax the muscles in my throat.

Tears were falling from the corners of my eyes, and my jaw was starting to ache from his girth. Still, I managed to persevere, and I heard his warning just before I tasted his cum on my tongue as he released down my throat. I swallowed hard to force it down, groaning as his taste lingered on my tongue. Afterward, Hyunjin sighed in relief, wiping the sweat from his brow as he petted at my cheeks with gentle fingers. I looked up at him as I pulled back from his cock, and the flaccid length fell between us as I leaned forward to kiss Hyunjin again, struggling to find purchase on his chest.

“Thank you,” I finally managed, meeting his intense gaze as he grabbed my face between his hands to press his lips against the tear-stained tracks falling down my cheeks.

“You’re so good, Y/N,” Hyunjin said, and he pulled me closer into a necessary embrace, and I savored the warmth from his chest as we both came down from our highs.

I guess the next time I came to the track, I would be sure to look for Hyunjin.

#stray kids #skz #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #stray kids hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin fanfic #hyunjin fanfic #hyunjin smut #skz hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin x y/n

210 notes · View notes

capirelebugie · 2 years

Text

This is my best friend. My partner in crime. The connection felt when we first met was unreal. It was fucking rad, incredible, one hell of a surprise! (Considering how little i trust or connect with anyone-) he was immediately someone i knew i could count on.

We committed loads of shenanigans together, were surely up to no good most days and laughed over various jokes that were both inside and outside. Before i knew it, the friendship had become love. Beginning of 2020, we started dating. 'This is it, this is who I'm spending the rest of my life with', i thought, 'how could i deserve this kind of love? Is this a dream??' I was never sure but for the first time i believe i was truly happy. We we're both genuinely happy and loving it!

We went out of town a few times, took the bus to Lancaster and had a blast. The first time, i accidentally stole a kids phone (he sat next to us and we were chatting for a good hour or so until the bus arrived at his stop) when he left the bus but thankfully he noticed his phone was missing (he'd handed it to me showing me some drawings he'd made, we were both artists and he wanted my advice) and his brother drove him after the bus, which the driver noticed and stopped! (One of the most hilarious memories we laughed about for months!)

The second trip, it was overcast. We figured if it rains well, we'll be on the bus back to our home before then. Yeah...big oops. It started raining when we got to where we needed to go in Lancaster, and it was light...at first. After finishing our 'business', the rain had taken a 360 to pouring down on the streets and we still had quite a ways to walk back to our bus. As we walked, it poured harder and harder, streets began to floud and the wind was a strong bitch. If we'd been staying the night, had warmer clothes, and out of the wind, it would've been rad!! But alas, it was a day trip and we still had some blocks, so we stopped halfway when we realized we weren't gonna make the bus (rushing jist made it worse on us and with his bad back and my migraines, it just wasn't enjoyable out shivering, needing to pee, and physically exhausted- still cracking jokes as we went. Seriously, how could love be this strong?) and found an archway between a school and some buildings to break for a bit, catch our breath, call the bus & my dad, hoping to find some ride. The bus was coming, but not for a few more hours so we waited at the Carl's Jr. right next to the street our bus was picking up at. At Carl's, we unloaded, got some fries, chit chatted, threw straws, and rested. (Didn't get home from Lancaster til almost 2am and we left to go to Lancaster at 10am the day before? But not really? It was a long day/night)

Those are just two of the unbelievably awesome memories we made together. But... now, he's been gone for a little over a year and it hurts. It really, devastatingly, fucking hurts. I don't know what to do. I miss him, his voice, his hugs, the ridiculous jokes and late night walks admiring the moon, grabbing snacks and smokes from fastrip, then a kiss before entering our home.

Now, when i come home, he's not here. He won't be coming home. That reminder hits every day i wake up and right before i go to sleep. I haven't been sleeping much, but when i have, I've dreamt of him. In my dreams, he's as real as ever, it's as if I'm awake and i can hear him, i can SEE him- not that foggy dream-see, i mean fully awake, vivid and sharp, truly SEE him and when he looks at me, it feels like he's LOOKING at me. He reassures me, we talk of old times, before dating and during our relationship ship, even the future we thought of. Ideas, hopes and dreams... sometimes when I'd get an especially painful migraine, I'd lay down while he massaged my scalp. Even in the dreams, if i fall asleep with a migraine, he'll be there by my side, angling the DS so i could see what he was playing. And when i wake up, I'm alone.

I miss him.

I love him more then i miss him.

And this tear in my chest is killing me.

I love you. Until we meet again, mí amor 💙

2 notes · View notes

daddysfangirls-marvel · 4 years

Text

Self-Harm

Request

Summary: could you do an avengers fic where she’s peter’s 14-year-old sister and they find out she has anorexia and self-harm and help Peter and her with it

Warning: ( As someone who has suffered from self-harm and struggles with gaining weight and Appetite this story took a lot out of me. I pulled from my own experiences. So please if you have negative options and comments keep them to yourself) Self-harm, anorexia, scars, angst, language, Panic attack

“Food” Peter said as he set a sandwich in front of his sister pushing her homework out of the way.

“I’m not hungry” she tried to push it away but he grabbed her wrist.

“I wasn’t asking. Eat.”

“I’ve got to finished my -”

“Eat” he demanded again then sat across from her with his own sandwich. She had no chose but to eat he wasn’t taking no for an answer. She was going to eat and he was going to watch her. “ You can’t leave this table until at least half that sandwich is gone.” he said glaring her down.

He was angry with her he didn’t trust her. It was understandable he had no reason to trust her after everything she done. She deserved it.

With a heavy sigh (Y/n) picked up the sandwich and began to nibble.

“Eat it”

She took a small bite she looked up but he still was satisficed she continued to it. It was until half of her sandwich was gone that he was finally satisfied and started eating his own sandwich no longer paying attention to her. Wrapping up her sandwich she put it in the fridge and collected her books. Peter’s head snapped up as she moved to leave.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to my room. I’ll keep it down” She said reassuring him but he still watched as she left the kitchen to her room.

(Y/n) groaned as she dropped her books on her desk and flopped on her bed. This was routine while everyone had three meals a day and maybe snacks in between (Y/n) was subjected to four supervised meals. Breakfast which her brother and aunt made and watched, Lunch which her teachers supervised, after school meal which her brother supervised, and Dinner her aunt and brother again both supervised. And then the snacks that they insisted she ate in between.

It was a routine she didn’t like but she understood why she had it. It was her own fault. She looked at the picture sitting on her desk. It was of her mother and her she remembered that day she was in pink tutu she had just turned four and her mother had taken her to dancing classes. Not long after the picture was taken both her parents died. That was her last memory of her mother, taking her to that class. She clung onto that memory and that’s why she was in this situation now.

After her parents passed away she continued on with dancing. At first it was fine until she got to middle school the dance became more complicated and the need to be perfect became stronger. It didn’t help that around the same time the girls and boys started mixing their classes and more lifting stunts were added. Her partner always had something to say about her weight, never being able to lift her and losing main duets because of it.

That’s how it started the needed to be smaller, lift able became stronger than the need to eat. It went from her no longer snacking, eating less, checking the calories in her food, to just skipping meals, to eating little to nothing for days. By the time she realized it had gone too far her brother and aunt did to and the damage was already done.

It wasn’t just about dancing it was about the memories dancing provided the feelings she got. It was about being perfect at something. She wanted perfection. And in order to keep that perfection she needed to be skinny.

But she took it to far she got so sick because of her habit that she couldn’t dance anymore. After being diagnosed as anorexia her Aunt May immediately pulled her out of dancing, she was going to put her into some institution but she fought tooth and nail to stay home. Peter joined her in that fight “ take her point toed shoes but don’t send her away”.

They didn’t understand why she did it and she could explain it with thinking herself ungrateful, silly, or stupid. She couldn’t explain herself.

“Hey” Peter called out “ May is working late to night. I’m ordering in, what do you want?”

“whatever you want”

He knew that was going to be her answer but he was polite enough to ask. “you okay?” he said leaning on her door frame.

“Just tired” walking into the room he gently placing his hand on her forehead checking for a possible fever. He was always worried. He had a strange way of showing it.

“Well rest up, I’ll call you when dinner is here” he flicked her forehead as he left the room. He gave her one last look before leaving closing the door behind her.

After a moment she sat up again going to her desk she goes to her bottom drawer where a little black bag was waiting for her taking it out she quietly made her way to the bathroom and locked the door. She listened for a moment making sure Peter wasn’t coming back she heard him in the distance on the phone. Quiet as she could she unzipped her bag opening it to revealing her razors something she had come to use and be comfortable in these last few months.

(Y/n) sat at her desk a self-inflicted pain on her thigh now she fought the urge to rub the wound instead gently squeezing her thigh. Four new red lines decorating her skin. She picked up her picture of her and her mother.

“Hey” Peter said knocking on her door “ I ordered pizza” he came in with a plate of two slices of cheese pizza. Cheese Pizza was easier to eat for her, less topping.

“I remember that “ Peter said as he took the picture out of her hand and put her plate down. He smiled “ Yeah, you were so excited wanted to be a ballerina. Black swan, the nut cracker, you wanted all that... Who knew it would ruin you” (Y/n) remained silent ignoring the pit in her stomach and pain in her chest at her own brother’s words. He had lose faith in her long ago.

(Y/n) began to slowly eat her pizza knowing that Peter wouldn’t leave until he physically watched and witness her take a few bites to ensure something was in her stomach. He placed the picture back on her desk and ruffled her hair. He walked off giving one last look before he left her room. It took (Y/n) an hour and a half to finish two slices of pizza.

Peter sat on the wall looking side ways into his sister’s room she looked so peacefully sleeping calmly. Something he didn’t see in her when she was wake. When wake she was always stiffen and frigid, always looking over her shoulder. Peter didn’t know what to do.

He remembered the day he found out. She had collapsed at her dance class and the paramedics were called and she was taken to the hospital. And after all the testing the doctors concluded that she was starving and it was self-inflicted. She was forced to stay in the hospital for several weeks until the doctors deemed her weight no longer at a dangerous level. She was supposed to go to an institution to help with her.... problem but she wouldn’t have it she begged, cried, screamed until they made a deal no going away but no dancing either.

He remember the look on her face how hollow her cheeks were, pale and sickly her skin was, how thin she was. He could wrap his whole hand around her forearm. Her skin was so tight he could see her bones. And all he could think about was how had he not noticed.

Even now he couldn’t looked at her without see that day. It was difficult for both him and his aunt to be around her without remembering that day. How could they both miss the signs so obvious in front of them. were they both so blinded? or ignorant? he didn’t really know.

Standing up he walked up the wall to the roof were he swung off to protect the city.

(Y/n) woke up suddenly she didn’t know why she just did. Looking to her phone she found it to be 2:16am far to early to be up. Then she realized why she was up that feeling was there nagging in the back of her head. Sighing she clicked on her bed side lamp and moved to go throw her draw to find her little black bag. It was far to late she didn’t even bother going to the bathroom opting to just lock her door.

Dropping her pants and kicking them to the side she didn’t really care at the moment sitting at her desk she opened her little black bag and and pulled out a razor. She looked at it turning it over in her hand. She was just about to bring it to the skin of her thigh when she heard.

“What the fuck”

Startled (Y/n) turned around to find her brother climbing in by her opened window in a red and blue ....suit? She didn’t have enough to really react to his being Spider-Man as he climbed in and slammed the window shut.

“The Fuck?!” she flinched as he raised his voice raised. She froze up she didn’t know what to do she was shaking as he slowly approached her. “ The actually fuck” she flinched again. “ The fuck is wrong with you”

On her desk her little black bag was open for him to see her little collection of razor blades all on displace for him to see. All different sizes from different places. Some from old pencil sharpers, a few from shaving razors, and others just bought straight as they were. Some used others waiting to see their day. The sight made Peter sick but not as sick as the sight of her thighs both decorated with scars cross hatching on her skin. Peter literally had to swallow the vomit crawling up his throat.

He just stood there with a look of absolute anger and disgust he couldn’t find the right words. And (Y/n) just...couldn’t. Losing her strength her hand which held the razor came down but before it could hit the surface of her desk Peter smacked her hand letting the razor go flying across the room. And just as quick he scooped up the little black bag picked up the abandoned razor off the floor and left the room. Slamming the door on the way out.

She... she didn’t know what to do or what to say or just.... cried. She just sobbed. Turning off her light and crawling into her bed and she cried herself to sleep.

Peter heard it. He listened as his sister cried for a good hour before she passed out from exhaustion. He himself cried as he listened to her, even after she fell asleep he could still hear how her breathing stuttered in sadness trying to catch it self.

He just couldn’t understand. How could she be so broken? When did she become so broken? Why didn’t he see this? He had fucking super power that could tell him when an asshole was looking at him wrong but not when his sister was hurting herself, what the actual fuck? How could be so naïve, ignorant, blind, clueless. He was a fucking superhero yet he couldn’t safe his own sister.

“Fuck” Peter cried as he hugged his pillow to his chest and cried into it.

He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to fix it.

The next day Peter didn’t really know how to get up. He remembered last night but it was all in a daze and blur he almost thought it was a horrible nightmare until he saw the little black bag and razors scatter across his desk then he know it was all real. And he definitely didn’t know how to react. The reaction still wasn’t there he was in some numb daze. But he was conscious enough to know he wouldn’t be able to go to school so texted Ned and MJ to take notes for him.

“Peter? You’re still here? Why aren’t you at school?” May asked as she came into the kitchen it it 10am school had started hours ago for both Peter and (Y/n).

“I don’t feel good” Peter said as he simply looked into his cereal.

He knows he should tell Aunt May but he couldn’t bring himself to. He knew she knew nothing of what happened last night as she popped a sleeping pill and hit the pillow after a long shift at work the rest of the world silent to her dreams.

Peter couldn’t look at her because he knew it he did he would have told her what happened and he just couldn’t. May already had a lot on her plate work had been overwhelming as of late as people were being laid off leaving her with more work and she was terrified she was going to be next. He knew she was still paying the hospital for the last incident. If he told her it would be taking her to another hospital but this time for an expended and expensive. Really he just didn’t want to lose his sister.

“aw, are you sick?” she said as put a hand on his forehead making him lean back, he closed his eyes.

“no... I think... I think I’m just having a bad day. Can I just stay home?”

“sure sweetheart. (Y/n) didn’t go to school either?”

“yeah, I think she over slept. She can stay home with me.”

“Alright, I have to go to work. I should be back for dinner.” she kissed his forehead “be good. Call me if you need anything. Love you” and she was quickly out the door.

She didn’t mean anything by it she just really needed to get to work the faster she finished work the more time she could spend with her niece and nephew. She always put them first and she loved them and they knew that. But he wished she stayed a little longer at least long enough for him to gain the courage to speak up. But she didn’t so he had to handle it himself.

(Y/n) was sitting up looking at the door she didn’t want to leave her room. She knew Peter was out there as she heard his conversation with Aunt May before she left. She was relief he didn’t tell her but she was dreading the conversation with him. She didn’t want to talk about it. She knew she had to.

Slowly on shaky legs she got up and made her way to her door. She couldn’t even do that half way across her room she collapse on her knees in tears she couldn’t do it she really couldn’t do it. The merrier thought of doing it struck fear into her chest and had her heart of into her stomach.

Suddenly (Y/n) couldn’t breath and her chest was in pain she grasped her chest as she curled into herself on the middle of the floor as she cried out in pain. It was like she couldn’t catch her breath. She was scared she couldn’t control herself she just couldn’t, she didn’t know how . She felt like- she felt like she was dying. Suffocating. She was alone.

(Y/n) screamed out as hands suddenly touch her she backs up to the wall.

“Hey,” through her blurry visions she sees her brother kneeling in front of her hands up in surrender. “You’re having a panic attack. You need to sit up straight put your back against the wall. Breathe deeply in through your nose and out your mouth.”

She does as told leaning head back against the wall breathing the way he told her. “ Slower” he says and she does taking slowly unsteady deep breathes.

“Okay, what can you see? tell me what you can see.”

“I-I-I don’t know” she says her panic slowly crawling its way back into her.

“Yes you can. Hey, Just -” reaching forward Peter simply pulls her into his arms and hold her tightly. “ I got you. Calm down I got you.” (Y/n) continues to cry in his arms and he just gently rubs her back as he sways them back and forth letting her cry it all out.

About 45 minutes later her tears had calmed down to sniffled and stuttering breathing. Peter’s shirt was wet and sticking to him but he didn’t mind he just continued to hold her and sway back and forth.

“I-I’m s-sorry” she stuttered Peter could hear the tears building up again.

“You don’t have to apologize. Do you want to talk about it?” she shakes her head no “ okay, can I ask a few questions first? You don’t have to answer”

She nods burying her face further into his chest.

“Why?” she doesn’t say anything “ okay, you don’t have to tell me right now? Later. Um, Can...can you stop- I mean I don’t want you to hurt yourself anymore please can you stop” She doesn’t say anything.

“(Y/n)... please” he says holding her tighter (Y/n) feels something wet drips on to the top of her head. She realizes he was crying she began to cry along with him.

“I-I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’ll be better.”

“no, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that I shouldn’t have reacted like that. I don’t need you to be better (Y/n) I just need you to okay. I don’t want you to leave me. I don’t want you to go away I... I love you and I can’t be without you.” Peter cried as he held her. They cried as they held each other.

When Aunt May came home that night all three of them sat down and (Y/n) came clean about her old habit and new. The three of them spent the night crying and talking to each other. The next day they discussed what they do. (Y/n) finally agreed to being checked into the hospital for 90 days and to begin seeing a therapist once she got out Peter also asked to see a therapist ( Although Aunt May said Mr. Stark would probably have to get involve with that with the whole Spider-Man thing). In the end all of them would be seeing three separate therapist and taking family therapy as well. Things were going to get better.

*two years later *

Peter watched as as his sister ate her food. No hesitation, no gagging, no persuading needed. She freely ate her food as she wanted as she please while talking and laughing to the others around her. Two years ago Peter could never imagine this here.

“Hey kid” Tony said patting Peter on the back and pulling him close “ look at you you’ve graduated. You did it. High school is over”

“And she’s just getting started” he said nodding to his sister who was adamantly and happily talking with Steve. She looked so happy she was enjoying herself. But even seeing her happy he couldn’t help but worry. He excuse himself from the table. In the outside Peter took a deep breath trying to calm his worries, it didn’t work.

“Hey, why you leave?” (Y/n) asked as she slipped outside behind him. “ you okay?”

“how about you?” Peter asked her instead

“I’m fine, how about you?” she chuckled a bit

“I’m... I’m going off to college soon.”

“Yeah, that’s what this party is for. MIT that’s big. Spider-Man is going to MIT” She said nudging his shoulder.

“we’ve come far haven’t we.” Peter said as he looked at the sky. You couldn’t see the star but the moon was bright enough.

“Yeah...we have.” (Y/n) says as she leaned back on the wall. Rubbing her arms for warmth Peter tossed her his jacket. “ you think- I know everything is good now but you think we’ll be okay.” referring to all their problems that they were still, even two years later, working on.

“ Honestly, I don’t know. I think we just need to keep working on it. You know just because I’m going to MIT doesn’t mean I’m leaving for good. You can still call me I’ll still be their for you”

“I know. Same”

The two continued to stand outside in silent for a few more seconds just looking at the moon and enjoying each others company. Enjoying their last moments alone with each other as siblings before Peter became a full fledge University student and moved away for a new chapter and (Y/n) stayed behind to finished her chapter by herself. He was worried he would forever worried but then again he knew she could do it. She had come so far.

Peter sighed and turned to the door “come on, can’t leave them waiting for us.”

“what do you think red velvet or vanilla cake for dessert?”

Peter smiled and opening the door for her “Whatever you want”

Request tags

permanent tags

@lovely-lollipops-blog @totallyweirdsam @sexysamsungl @lilylovelyxo @iamwarrenspeace @geeksareunique @that-random-emu @supreme-leader-jazlo-ren @stone2576 @lil-dino-trash @metal-armed-dino @dylanobrienmoviekid @theshortegg @dontevenblink-badwolf-tardis @mandylove1000 @isnotashtonstan @broitsmydick @onceaballeralwaysaballer1213 @mypage-myfandoms @jordynhartley2001 @midnightdream83 @cookies186 @i-am-marvel-trash-forever @marvels-queen-bee @aebeessun @gabriels-gumdrop @the-best-alchemist @smile-my-bean @valeriae2903 @cassiopeia-barrow @uberduber-loulou @spideyboiiiiiii @lookinsidemyhead @actors-hot @lokilvrr @rororo06 @pet2576 @5aftermidnight @uhhh-idk-dude @theshortegg

MCU Tags

@acupofhotlatte @actors-hot @drakesfiance @qwazykayyy

#peter parker #peter park fanfiction #Avengers #avengers fanfiction #fanfiction #spiderman #spiderman fanfiction #sister #peter parker x sister!reader #Peter Parker x parker! reader

151 notes · View notes

gvnchvcks · 4 years

Note

A few days or maybe a week into being hired is when Fiona finds out most of the crew live in the penthouse with Geoff, at which point she immediately demands a sleepover. Nails will be painted, hair will be braided, boys will be talked about, nobody is safe

YES, SO MUCH YES, I LOVE THIS OKAY SO-

Fiona gets this idea because she wants to know more about the crew as a whole and she wants to hang with her newfound family, and what better way to get to know someone than when it's 4 am and you're all tired as hell telling secrets or something?? So she calls Geoff up and is like, "Hey dad can I have a sleepover?" (Yes she actually says that, you cant convince me otherwise) and Geoff is like ?? What? And so she explains her plan to him and he's automatically on board. They have no jobs coming up for at least a month, why not let loose? So she makes a huge group chat for the entire crew to let them know, and also she's like, wait why dont you guys have a group chat already wth

So now everyone is ready and hyped!! She shows up at the penthouse super early that morning to help Jack and Ryan prepare for having 11 people in it for one whole night. (We all know Gav isn't finna help, Geoff is asleep, and Michael and Jeremy are helping as well, but mostly with cleaning up a bit and finding entertainment) By 2 in the afternoon, things look great!! The furniture in the living room has been moved around a bit so there's enough room in the middle, where a bunch of pillows and blankets are likely gonna be placed. There's a Switch and an X-Box by the tv, ready to be played. Board and card games like Twister, Uno, and Monopoly are set to the side, ready to cause trouble. Snacks are spread throughout the room, unopened sodas, beer, candy, and chip bags. It all looks great, and Fiona is so excited!! The first one to arrive is Matt, Switch and two boxes of donuts in hand. Then, the Twins, Trevor and Alfredo. Wearing matching adult sized onesies they picked up along the way! And finally, Lindsay. She's a bit latez but nobody questions it because it's well. It's Lindsay.

Everyone is finally here!! The livingroom and kitchen are full of people chatting and playing games. (Lets say they're playing Animal Crossing bc I'm obsessed lol) and Geoff is even out of bed now too. Everyone went all out on this, and Fiona couldn't be happier. All wearing pajamas and sitting on the floor or laying on the couches and chairs, like the children they all are on the inside. Eating candy, even making a bit of a mess, but they'll just clean it up later. It's around 10 pm when Lindsay calls for everyone's attention from her spot on the floor.

"So, as you all know, I was a bit late today. BUT do you know why that is?"

A few wrong answers later, she digs into a backpack she brought with her and out comes a slew of makeup, brand new, and a ton of face paint and nail polish. Fiona squeals and is like, "You actually brought it, yesss! Who's our first victim?"

Michael and Geoff immediately nope out of there and head to the kitchen, but everyone else seems game. Especially Gavin and Alfredo, who practically jump in front of the two girls, tripping over people along the way. Gavin occasionally wears a bit of makeup or nail polish here or there, so he wants his face painted! His mistake? Asking Lindsay to do it. 30 minutes later, she's done with her masterpiece. Gavin looks in the mirror, expecting to see a mess, but he actually doesn't hate it? A gold drips painted from his forehead that go over his left eye, and a small gold heart under his right eye. He actually looks really cool! Then, he turns around to show the others, and they laugh?? Why are they laughing? He looks pristine! He looks again. Oh. That's not a heart. It's a dick. He let's out one of his signature loud squawks of shock and disappointment, with a "Lindsayyy!!" Thrown in for good measure, and jumps over the others to run to the kitchen sink.

During all of this though, Fiona and Alfredo arent laughing. Fiona is laser focused on making Fredo the hottest person in the room. And she does. She stares at her work, nearly an hour after she started, and is proud. Alfredo is loving it too, making kissy faces at the other crew members, posing and showing off his red nails while Jack takes pictures of him using a Polaroid she bought just for this occasion.

Anyways, that's all done. Nobody else wants to get their faces done, in fear they'll end up like poor ol Gav, so they move on (tho Fredo and Gav do keep their looks, Gav is just missing the "heart") Things calm down again for a bit, and everyone is telling stories. Fiona is in the middle of talking about what her life in France was like before moving to Los Santos, when she realizes she's been subconsciously braiding Matt's hair while he sits in front of her on the floor. She stops and is joking like, "aw dude wtf I've been touching Matt's hair" and then Matt is like, "Yeah but this is actually not a bad look if I'm being honest" and the others agree with him! Michael says it makes him look a bit less like an animal (I swear I love Matt lmao but you know they'd bully him during this, nobody is safe) and then Trevor is like, "you should do Ryan's next!! He has long hair too!!"

Ryan is against it at first but eventually is forced to take Matt's spot on the floor, and by the time Fiona's story is done, so is Ryan's new look, and lemme tell ya. That boy can ROCK a braid. Everyone is like, "Daaaamn, Ry, look at you GO" and "Of course he looks better than Matt, the dude was a model" and this actually makes Ryan kinda happy!! He likes his friends giving him validation, sorry I don't make the rules.

The night continues as normal. More stories are told, and they slowly start to get deeper as it gets later. Stories of their past lives, their first kills and first crimes, and romance too. They talk about their worst and best past relationships, what they're looking for in a partner, things like that.

(This is about to get a bit shippy, so I'm sorry if you dislike any of these ships, they're just the ones I personally like and wanted to write about, with my own headcanons for each character and their sexualities. If anybody is interested in me talking about my personal HC's for that, send in an ask tho cause this is already kinda long lol)

At one point, Trevor actually draws attention to himself. Things are quiet and more chill now. Everyone is being supportive, so this is good as time as any-

"Uh, actually, I kinda wanna tell you guys something since we're on the topic. I'm..bisexual."

Everyone is silent for a second, and he actually starts to get nervous, then Lindsay pipes up with

"Dude, hell yeah, bi gang! Love wins, what's up!"

Everyone smiles and laughs, and Fiona highfives Lindsay. Geoff is the next to speak up, "That's great news, Trevor. When did this realization hit you, bud? I've known you for a while now, I had no idea."

"Oh, it was actually maybe..a few months ago? A year maybe? Yeah. About half a year ago I'd say."

Michael chimes in next,

"Wait, isn't that also when you found Fredo and introduced him to Geoff?"

A few oooooh's ring out and Trevor tries to hide his face by looking down and chuckling.

"Uh, yeah. It is.. Anyways! What about you guys? Jeremy, what's your type?" He looks to the shorter male who's lounging on a beanbag near the tv, trying to divert everyone's attention from himself. Jeremy thinks for a second and takes a sip of his beer.

"Hm. Not sure. I like tough people who have a soft side usually, just like me.."

As he names off a few other things he finds attractive, Jack shoots a knowing look over to Ryan. Ryan's had a thing for Jeremy for a while now, and only she knows about it. When you're the crew mom, your kids tell ya everything.

This continues for a while longer with more almost-confessions, before people eventually start slowly passing out. (After a few games of Uno of course. The Monopoly stayed untouched, and they started a game of Twister but were to drunk to stay still and kept toppling onto each other painfully.)

This is a bit longer than I intended and I left out a LOT I wanted to put in but I don't wanna make these too long aishsijsjs I'm not good at writing lol I'm sorry, but I hope you like this!! I could elaborate on other aspects of anyone is curious, I'll be accepting these asks all day so keep em coming 💚💚💚

#achievement hunter #fahc #fahc fiona #fahc gavin #fahc geoff #fahc alfredo #fahc lindsay #fahc michael #fahc matt #fahc jack #fahc trevor #im lazy with tags sorry

58 notes · View notes

geist-fledermaus · 3 years

Text

Get To Know Me!

Since I’ve received quite a few followers here and there, I might as well do this!

What is your full name?: Beryl (Sorry, I don’t like my whole name)

What does your name mean?: It’s a gemstone.

Are you named after anyone?: My großmütter, Beryl Rae Jensen

Does your name make any interesting anagrams?: Not really?

If you had to change your first name, what would you change it to?: Fuck if I know. Probably something basic so I’m less easy to find.

Where are you from?: North Pole, AK (I shit you not)

Where were you born?: North Pole, AK

Where did you grow up?: North Pole, AK

Who did you look up to growing up?: My father.

What are your best characteristics?: I can draw.

What are your favorite things about yourself?: I can draw.

Which of your parents are you closest to?: My dad.

Which of your parents are you more like?: My daaaad.

What relative was important to you growing up & why?: Tbh My dad was my super hero, he took care of me and my sister, worked 3 jobs, and took care of mom while she went through cancer. He’s the most important lmfao.

What is one thing that you’ve never revealed to your parents?: I’m Pagan.

What would your parents have named you if you were the opposite gender?: Bert Raymond...

What is your best physical feature?: Eyes or chest. :/

What is your biggest accomplishment?: Being locally recognized as an artist, especially on local TV.

What is your biggest fear?: Being forgotten, being alone.

What is your biggest regret?: Not pushing myself even more with art.

What is your eye color?: Various blues with inner green circles.

What inspires you?: Other artists.

What is the most important thing in your life?: My fiance! @boywasgirl

What has required the most courage of you in your life so far?: To not give up. To not quit college and drop everything I’ve worked hard for.

What is your favorite flower?: Sunflowers!

What is your favorite weather?: Rainy weather and thunder/lightning storms!

Who is your favorite actor?: I have a few, but I love Johnny Depp and Jason Momoa.

Who is your favorite actress?: F u c k. I adore Emma Stone, Emma Watson.. uhh.. Emilia Clarke! That’s just to name a few.

Who is your favorite celebrity?: Oh fuck. Idk.

Who is your favorite musician?: They’re a band but I love Bring Me The Horizon, Oliver Syke’s voice and lyrics hit me hard.

Who’s your favorite person in the world?: @boywasgirl

Who are your best friends?: @armageddonne @darkdragoonxiii @vixenchildxd69-blog and my bff Alisha!

What is your favorite childhood memory?: My sister breaking the fucking garage door like a dumbshit.

What is your favorite color?: Black or seafoam green~ I also love other greens and blues! It’s so damn hard to choose.

What is your favorite cultural activity?: Uh. Axe throwing? Idk what counts as a cultural activity when it comes to me and my family haha.

What is your favorite drink?: For waking up, Monster or pomegranate and orange redbull kickers, I love mountain dew, anything with peaches and mango as well.

What is your favorite fairytale?: HAHA. I looove reading about the Tales of Grimm. I can’t just pick one.

What is your favorite food?: Pizza or Taco Bell.

What is your favorite holiday destination?: Anywhere but Alaska. I love to explore. I REALLY want to travel to Germany, Norway, Ireland, England, and most of Western Europe.

What is your favorite ice-cream flavor?: Strawberry Cheesecake or Mint Chocolate

What is your favorite music genre?: Fuck. I have so many. I love a lot of metal subgenres, alternative rock, punk, old 2000′s emo bands, EDM, rap, I don’t even know how to label all of my favorites but there’s a lot to unpack there. If you’re curious just shoot me a question ahaha!

What is your favorite physical activity?: Swimming!!

What is your favorite quote?: “Keep listening to music because it gets you through everything, I promise.” - Mitch Lucker, former vocalist of Suicide Silence.

What is your favorite snack?: Peach Rings, Brightside Skittles.. Uhh. MY MOM’S CLAM DIP AND RUFFLES CHIPS?

What is your favorite song?: Throne - BMTH or Mis//Understanding - We Came As Romans.

What is your favorite sport?: Swimming, Hockey, Volleyball and Fencing.

What is your favorite time of the day?: Early afternoons or late nights.

What is your favorite type of clothing?: Goth/Alt fashion.

What is your favorite way to pass time?: Gaming or drawing.

What is the name of your favorite restaurant?: Family Diner (It’s in my town. It’s really chill and laid back.)

What is your all-time favorite town or city? Why?: I really enjoyed Denver, CO. It was filled with really colorful, intriguing personalities. There was so much to explore, everyone was so open and sweet.

What is your height?: ... 5′2″

What time period would you love to live in?: Viking Era.

What did you do for fun as a child?: Drawing.

Who was a role model in your life?: My dad!

Did you have any childhood pets?: I grew up with 5 cats and 4 dogs!

When you were young, what did you want to be?: A mortician.

What family traditions were important to you?: I can’t even remember many.. I loved during gatherings how we’d play Spoons, wrestle, and be reckless though.

What was your favorite childhood memory?: Ahah! Shenanigans with my “Twin” Kyle.

What was your favorite childhood possession?: My Gameboy Color!

What challenges did you experience when you were young?: Almost losing my mother, trying to speak English, being bullied heavily.

What is a defining moment from your childhood?: My mother coming home from the hospital finally.

What do you do for fun?: Play video games and draw. I’m pretty boring.

What are your hobbies?: Drawing, Painting, Digital Art, Gaming, Dancing, Singing.

What is something that you’re really passionate about?: My art.

What is something you could spend hours doing?: Drawing

What is something you wish you did more often?: Draw.

If you had to watch a documentary, what would you want it to be about?: Anything WW1/WW2 related or Forensics/Serial Killer related.

What do you always have on in the background?: Lofi Hiphop or random videos on youtube that catch my eye.

How do you feel about travel?: Fuck yeah, where are we going and for how long?

What is a guilty pleasure you enjoy?: Fuckin’ watching Serial Killer documentaries.

How have your interests changed over the years?: Nah, I’m still the same. I’m pretty bland.

Which sibling are you closest to?: My sister, Erika!

How close are you with your parents?: Close but not too close.

How has your relationship with your parents changed over the years?: For the worse.

What is one of the most important lessons that you learned from your family?: You cannot trust anyone. Not even your own family.

When does your family cause you to stress?: All the damn time. All they need to do is send me a text and I immediately begin to dread.

What does the word family mean to you?: Something that I never got to fully have but I experienced. It’s also something I can create on my own accord.

When you envision your ideal family, what do you see?: Honestly me with my partner/partners, kids, animals, and friends.

How vulnerable is your family with each other?: Everyone is always on guard and they’ll be mean if you even show some form of sensitivity.

What is a family trait that isn’t necessarily the healthiest?: Being a snitch, gaslighting, gatekeeping, misogyny, yelling if you even show an inkling of emotion. I could go on.

What relatives had the biggest impact on you growing up?: In a negative way, almost all of my family. The only two I really loved growing up were my dad and sister, Erika.

What do you watch on television?: If it’s cable I go to MTV, Forensic Files, or Adult Swim/Anything with cartoons.

What is one of your favorite movies?: To Hell And Back, Howl’s Moving Castle, Princess Mononoke, Dracula Untold (For some reason I just really like it, don’t judge).

If you could have free tickets to any event, what would it be?: A BMTH concert PLEASE. Or anything that’s a EDM/Rave environment. ;_;

What is your favorite form of media?: Youtube tbh.

What role does music play in your life?: A huge role, BMTH got me through a lot of hard times.

What is one of your favorite books?: Corey Taylor’s Seven Deadly Sins. It’s a riot of a read and makes me laugh.

How often do you watch sporting events?: Here and there, especially at bars if they have Hockey going.

What would your ideal weekend getaway look like?: Road trip to Anchorage and staying at my mom’s cousin’s estate in the mountains. I only got to go there a few times and the view is absolutely captivating. You can see the waters, the city, all the lights.. fuck I’d love to draw that.

Who are popular figures that you love to learn from?: Fuck if I know LOL.

What celebrity/musician would you love to meet in real life?: Oliver Sykes and Maria Brink tbh.

If you wrote a memoir about your life, what would it be called?: “Well, That Happened.” A memoir of a dumb bitch LOL.

What fictional world would you want to travel to for a day?: FUCK. I’d love to just be in a simulation like the girl in Porter Robinson’s music video of Shelter. Just being in a drawing simulation where I can run around and create anything and everything around me. But if we’re talking actual worlds.. I’d probably love to be in Avatar The Last Airbender’s world. I love that series so much.

What room in your house most represents who you are as a person?: The Office. It’s got art supplies, our gaming PC, all of my schoolwork/homework, the drawing tablets..

How clean a person are you?: Tbh I am pretty clean, it’s just cleaning huge messes/unpacking that I hate.

What is a pet peeve that you have?: STOP CHEWING WITH YOUR FUCKING MOUTH OPEN.

What behavior do you do that is most likely a pet peeve to others?: Uhh. Idk. Nail biting? Loud laughter? forgetting to turn off lights? Idk.

What phrase or word do you overuse when you talk?: “I’m so sorry” “I m a g i n e”

If you could only eat at one restaurant for the rest of your life, what would it be?: Fuck. Hahaaaaa. I’d probably love to just sit and eat at the Family Diner. I love their Reubens.

What is something about your personality that you like? Don’t like?: I like that people feel comfortable running to me when they need a friend. I don’t like a lot about me, though.

What would your friends be surprised to learn about you?: I am ambidextrous and I know German/Englisch and some French! I want to learn Norwegian even more and Gaelic!

Where do you see yourself in a few years?: West coast where it’s rainy with those that I love, pursuing my career finally after all these years of hard work.

Thanks for reading this if you finally made it to the end! If there’s other questions you want to ask, don’t hesitate! ^^ Hopefully you learned something about me!

#Get to know me #Hi #102 questions better be enough #ask #ask me anything

3 notes · View notes

thedaughterofkings · 5 years

Text

Nobody puts Stiles in a corner

Written for @sterekweek2019 Days Four and Five: Movie Night and Scene Stealer - I think you can guess which movie I went with!^^

Movie pack nights are Lydia’s idea.

“If we are supposed to grow together as a pack, we need to include group bonding experience that do not have literal death and destruction stakes,” she’d said and amongst all suggestions, watching a movie together had seemed the safest bet. Of course, they’d then all promptly almost come to blows over Lydia’s choice of movie - The Notebook, what else, but once that had been settled, it had been a surprisingly fun experience for all. At first they rotated not just film choice rights, but also hosting duties, but once Derek’s loft boasted the biggest screen of them all, movie nights always ended up there.

The TV had, inexplicably, been a gift from Stiles.

He’d just turned up one day with it, rambling about something or other that Derek couldn’t follow in his wildest dreams and when he left, Derek had a brand new, huge flat screen TV. That alone probably wouldn’t have made him take note - Stiles had calmed down significantly, but sometimes he just did things and you had to learn to roll with it. But then Lydia had seen the TV and heard it came from Stiles, and she’d had such a knowing look on her face that it drove Derek crazy because he had no clue what said TV had told her. And even more infuriatingly, apparently Stiles could read Lydia’s face as well as Lydia could read Derek’s brand new TV, because he blushed bright red all the way up to the tips of his ears and then quickly disappeared with an absurd excuse to avoid Lydia’s knowing face.

The Sheriff had done his part to complete Derek’s eternal confusion. When Derek had come to him to repay him for the TV - because the poor guy’s credit card did not have to pay for Derek’s TV, no matter what Stiles might have reasoned, he had refused the money, claiming that Stiles had all paid for it himself.

“Let him, son, it’s better for all involved if you don’t fight him on this,” the Sheriff had said, sounding both resigned and a little bit proud. “He wanted to gift this to you, and he’d not want to see his gift rejected. Take him out to see one of his Marvel movies some day; he’d like that, I think.”

And then he’d patted Derek’s shoulder and walked away, leaving Derek standing there, gaping after him.

That almost sounded like the Sheriff telling him to take his son out on a date, but surely that can’t have been right. Derek must have misunderstood something, somewhere. Laura did always tell him that he was no good at human-ing.

Derek still took Stiles to see a film. Well, he took the entire pack, so even if he sat next to Stiles and paid for his jumbo popcorn, it still didn’t make it a date. Not really.

Either way, the TV stayed, and with it, the pack. Movie nights happen at Derek’s now, and he even finds himself looking forward to them now, has fun coming up with new snacks and drinks, matching his choice of film when it’s his turn. (Ever since no one turned up to Lydia’s third showing of The Notebook, the grand reveal of what film they’ll watch has been moved to immediately before they start the film. They have also since forbidden reruns - no repeating films seemed the safest decision.)

Often Stiles joins him a little earlier than the rest, helping with the preparation of food or rearranging the sofas until he’s satisfied with all the viewing angles. Or rather, he makes Derek rearrange them, shouting orders from atop the couch table. If he didn’t know better, Derek would almost say that Stiles does it to ogle Derek’s muscles, because when they are done, Derek at least can’t tell how the sofa arrangement differs from how it was before he had to move them around.

Stiles always comes over early when it’s Derek’s choice of film, though. He likes to guess at what they are watching, just from what Derek is preparing. And usually he’s quite good at it, too, but to Derek’s surprise, he seems stumped this week.

“Watermelons?” Stiles asks, lifting one skeptically and promptly almost dropping it on his foot. “What are those for then?”

“Well, for carrying,” Derek jokes but only gets a blank look in reply. “You know, ‘I carried a watermelon’?” he tries again, but Stiles still doesn’t seem to recognise the line. “Nobody puts Baby in a corner?”

Stiles frowns and asks: “Since when do you have a child? Derek, these are the kind of things I, we need to know! For pack reasons!”

He smells genuinely upset and Derek does not gets what happening right now.

“I don’t have a child, for goodness’ sake, Stiles! Not a baby, ‘Baby’! What Johnny says, you know!”

“Who is Johnny?” Stiles asks, scent less sour with turmoil, but still tangy with suspicion.

“Johnny, the dancer, you know, Johnny and Baby! The watermelon, the corner, the mambo?” Derek lists, but none of that sparks any recognition in Stiles and Derek suddenly realises: “Oh my god you have no idea what I’m talking about, do you? Have you really never seen it?”

“Wait, this is for the film tonight? What are we watching? Who are Johnny and why is his baby a watermelon?” Stiles demands and Derek just grins. Stiles has never seen Dirty Dancing. Derek is going to milk this to every last drop. Usually Stiles knows what film Derek has chosen within a few minutes, if not seconds, and then typically teases Derek about them mercilessly until the rest of the pack arrives. So Derek is going to enjoy having the upper hand for once.

Dirty Dancing had been Laura’s favourite film and she watched it at least twice a year, or whenever she needed a pick me up. She’d gone through both a phase where she’d wanted to be Baby and one where she’d decided she’d rather be Johnny, which is why Derek knows that lift from both positions, because of course loving Dirty Dancing means knowing all the steps and who better qualifies as a dancing partner than your helpless younger brother.

After Laura’s death, Derek couldn’t stand any reminders for a long while, but now he finally feels ready to watch it again. He thought about watching it alone, but in the end decided it would be better to start a new tradition, with his new pack. They’d probably tease him for the choice a little bit, especially Stiles, but they’d be gentle about it, having learned by now each other’s scars and tender places. What he didn’t factor in was the possibility that Stiles would not know the movie.

It adds an unexpected element of hilarity to the otherwise very bittersweet experience.

Stiles gets increasingly antsy when Derek won’t reveal what their movie of the night will be before the others get there and offers increasingly outlandish suggestions, starting with Ice Age and culminating in some obscure British TV film. Derek doesn’t even know how he found that one and yet still hasn’t thought of Dirty Dancing.

Watching the film with Stiles - and the rest of the pack of course - is an experience.

Derek doesn’t know what he’d expected, but it hadn’t been Stiles absolutely loving the film.

Stiles clocks Robbie immediately, absolutely adores Penny, heckles Lisa, teases “Broody McBroodster Sexy Hips” Johnny and identifies very strongly with Baby. Derek guesses it makes a strange sort of sense - an adored, almost larger than life father, more intelligent than they are supposed to be, plus a marked challenge to coordinate all of their limbs. ‘And then there’s the strong bond to the broody hottie with a heart of gold,’ his inner Laura says but Derek resolutely ignores her.

When Baby carries her watermelon, Stiles flails and smacks a hand on Derek’s knee. It remains there for the rest of the film and Derek finds that his attention keeps drifting back to it. Stiles taps his fingers in time with the beat of the songs, digs his fingernails into Derek’s thigh during Baby’s and Johnny’s performance at the rival resort and then sighs in disappointment when the final lift doesn’t work.

He is very pissed when Dr Houseman mistakenly assumes that Johnny got Penny “in trouble”, going on a rant about preconceived opinions and premature condemnations that ends with him muttering something about ‘and he was only ever questioned, never charged with anything.” Derek studiously avoids Lydia’s gaze. She is far too often of one opinion with his inner Laura. In the corner of his eye he sees Erica whispering something to Isaac who snorts loudly and is promptly shushed by Stiles who is totally engrossed in the drama on screen.

When Johnny gives his “Nobody puts Baby in the corner” line, Stiles gasps and then turns to Derek, grinning slightly maniacally: “I dare you to say that to my dad!”

Derek simply rolls his eyes and ignores Boyd’s knowing look from behind Stiles.

The final dance is without a doubt Stiles’ favourite. It helps that everyone else is finally focusing on the film again, too, and cheering Johnny and Baby on along with the people on screen. When Baby prepares for the final lift, Stiles grabs Derek’s hand and squeezes it hard until she’s up in the air. Then he whoops and does a strange sort of wiggle dance of celebration that ends with him pressed tightly against Derek who loses track of anything else that happens besides the sensation of Stiles’ thigh pressed against his and how his shoulder keeps bumping into Derek’s and how much easier it would be to just put his arm around Stiles and draw him in and hold him still that way.

He regrets not paying attention when everyone suddenly starts rearranging his furniture. It all gets shoved aside, Stiles pulling Derek up by the hand when it’s time for their couch, and before Derek knows it, there’s a wide open space on the floor.

“What- ?” he finally manages to ask - or begin to ask, but before he can come up with a fully formed question, Stiles starts rearranging him. With just a few touches, Derek finds himself standing in the middle of the open space, still without a clue as to what’s going on here.

“What?” he repeats himself, but Stiles is already backing away. The rest of the pack is sitting on the couches again - Erica and Jackson are even munching popcorn. Derek would really like to know where they kept that hidden while they were watching a movie.

“Isaac said you wouldn’t be able to do it, but I know you can,” Stiles answers cryptically and gives Derek no chance to make any sense of his statement before he starts to run.

Derek stares at Stiles barrelling towards him at full speed and it’s only the endless practices with Laura that allow him to catch and lift Stiles as he throws himself bodily into a jump and at Derek. He has got his hands on Stiles’ waist and his arms stretched up high and for one long moment, Stiles flies, yelling excitedly, his voice mixing with the chorus of the pack’s exclamations and applause. Then he moves ever so slightly and Derek can feel his balance slipping. At least he manages to make sure Stiles’ fall is cushioned by his own body, though the idiot probably doesn’t deserve as much.

There’s a brief moment of silence when Stiles doesn’t even seem to breath and Derek thinks he’s gotten hurt after all, but then Stiles sighs out a long breath and starts babbling:

“Dude, that was so amazing! Imagine how that’s going to look once we practice!”

“I know the steps to the whole dance,” Derek admits spontaneously, and it feels like he’s admitting to something more profound. Stiles looks at him with wide, hopeful eyes and then asks:

“Will you make sure no one puts me into the corner?”

They are definitely talking about something beyond the dance now, and even though Derek isn’t sure he’s quite understood the rules of this strange code language, he nevertheless promises: “I’ll even carry your watermelons for you.”

That makes Stiles laugh out loud and bury his face in Derek’s shoulder. Over his head, Derek can see the rest of the pack sneaking out of the loft, Scott giving him a thumb’s up and Erica making kissy faces at him. Lydia just smiles smugly as though this had all been engineered by her and then quietly closes the door behind them.

When Derek focuses back on Stiles, he’s already looking at him, face unreadable but his head betraying his hopes and his scent his fears. The sour notes of it make Derek’s nose itch and he decides to finally listen to his inner Laura and dare to jump himself, trusting Stiles to catch and lift him.

“Come here, loverboy,” he says quietly and Stiles relaxes, a grin growing from the corner of his eyes, quickly spreading across his whole face, cheeks flushing lightly pink.

Then his mouth opens: “Baby, my sweet baby, you’re the one.”

And then Derek quickly curves his hand around Stiles’ head and draws him into a kiss before he keeps up that caterwauling he’d call singing.

After all, Baby only lipsynced, too.

All of my Sterekweek fics can be found here!

#sterekweek2019 #sterekmovienight #sterekscene5 #Sterek #teen wolf #my fic #my Sterek fic #my Sterekweek fic #phew this is late #but cute I hope!#happy reading!

166 notes · View notes

weebiewrites · 4 years

Text

Are You Sure We’re Talking About The Same Person? Chap. 4

AO3

Previous — Next

Adrien didn't sleep that night. When his alarm went off at 6:30, he didn't even stir. He just kept staring up at the ceiling. Eventually, Plagg floated up from his spot on the pillow and hit the snooze button for him. When it went off again at 6:45, Adrien still made no moves to get up, despite being wide awake.

"Ok, kid. Come on. You can't mope forever." Plagg said, slapping Adrien's cheek. Due to Plagg's tiny Kwami arms, though, the slaps felt more like aggressive taps to Adrien.

"I'm so stupid." He said, turning away from Plagg and curling into a ball.

"I'm not gonna deny that, but if you don't get up soon, Nathalie's gonna come up here and drag you out of bed whether you like it or not. Better to avoid a scolding."

Adrien groaned. He felt like trash. He abandoned bro time to go confess to a girl, and while he wasn't completely rejected by her, she still didn't say yes (he probably should have expected that, but Adrien wasn't one to think before he acted). And then, of course, he had to go and try to play wingman for himself as himself, instead of just quitting while he was ahead, because he never knew when to stop and he would never learn, and now Ladybug hated him and Nino probably hated him too and everybody else would hate him when they found out what an awful friend and partner he was and he would never make friends ever again and it was all his fault and-

"Adrien!" Adrien's eyes refocused as he blinked the tears away. Plagg hovered in front of his face with his arms crossed. "You're over-thinking. Snap out of it. I'm hungry."

"Oh," Adrien said. Moments later, he was up, fetching a piece of cheese for Plagg to snack on. Minutes later, he had thrown some clothes on, and rushed into the bathroom to fix his hair. He couldn't really do anything about his bloodshot eyes, but it wasn't exactly a rare sight to see him with such. Nino had once suggested that he and Marinette make an "always tired" club, as they both frequently had visible bags under their eyes when they showed up for school.

"Fresh picked roses, huh?" He mumbled as he reached for his deodorant. It was extra strength. His father got it for him shortly after he became Chat Noir. He always thought it smelled more ocean-y, but he never had a good sense of smell to begin with (he wouldn't be able to handle Plagg's cheese addiction if he had).

Once he was done in the bathroom, he thumped downstairs to breakfast, which he was late for. Nathalie began to chide him, but she stopped when she got a good look at his face.

"Do I really look that bad?" Adrien whispered into his shirt when she left the room.

"Like absolute shit, kid."

Adrien braced for it, but he still stiffened when his father entered the dining room, Nathalie tailing behind him.

"Adrien." He said, looking the boy up and down. "You're not sleeping well, again?" It was a question, but it didn't really sound like one.

"No, I slept fine. I just poked myself in the eye putting my contacts in this morning." His father looked unimpressed with his answer.

"Both eyes?" He asked flatly.

"I guess I just have bad luck." Plagg stirred inside Adrien's shirt at his response. Adrien's father narrowed his eyes in suspicion, but said nothing else, and walked back out of the room. Nathalie followed, mumbling something about doing another sleep study. Great.

Ever since Adrien had decided that he wanted to go to school, his father demanded that he be there a half hour early every day in order to "become familiar with the material to be covered" and "make the most of time." His father didn't seem to realize that his classroom door was locked until the teacher arrived, so he usually spent the first 10-15 minutes of his day dawdling around in an empty hallway. Most of his classmates didn't start to show up until 10 minutes before homeroom. Mylene was usually the earliest (besides him, of course), followed by Nathaniel, and then Kim and Max. Sabrina sometimes came in early too, to prepare Chloe’s seat (this consisted of her dusting, disinfecting, and then polishing her bench and desk). Eventually, everyone started showing up one after another. Today was no different, of course. Nino used to be one of the later ones to show up, but since he had started dating Alya, they had been walking to school together, and he had been decently on time. When Nino walked in, Alya in hand, Adrien suddenly froze.

He very quickly realized that he hadn’t thought about Nino since earlier that morning, and he had no idea what he was going to say to apologize. Nino, as if oblivious to Adrien’s horrible betrayal, smiled widely as he entered the classroom and plopped down in the seat next to him.

“Hey man,” he said, seemingly without a care in the world. Adrien flushed.

“About last night,” he managed to start. Nino perked up immediately, a sly smile spreading across his face.

“You manage to go see your little lady?” Adrien stiffened.

“Uh… how did you..?”

“A mandatory photoshoot at 3 AM is unbelievable, dude. Even for your dad.” Adrien chuckled nervously. He was never really good at coming up with believable excuses. It was a wonder no one had figured out he was Chat Noir by now. “Besides, I just know you too well.” Nino added, nudging Adrien’s arm with his elbow.

“So you’re not mad at me?” Adrien asked.

“Bro! Of course not!” Nino said. He seemed offended by the very notion of being mad at Adrien. “You had to leave in a few hours anyway, right?”

That was… true. Adrien and Nino’s “sleepovers” were never actually sleepovers. There was no way Adrien’s father would ever let him sleep over at a friend’s house. Nino still didn’t know how he did it, but ever since Adrien accidentally let it slip to him that he snuck out of his house with ease on a near nightly basis, Nino insisted that he should come over every once in a while. Adrien would show up after curfew and leave at 6 AM, so he could sneak back into his room before he had to “wake up.”

“Yeah…” Adrien finally admitted. “But still-”

“Nah man, don’t worry about it. I just want to know how it went! Did you tell her?”

“Uhhhhh…” All of the events of the previous night suddenly crashed violently into his head. “Tell her what?” He asked, his mind drawing a blank as to what exactly Nino was referring to.

“Dude! What we talked about!”

Oh, right. Direct and sincere, or whatever.

“Yeah.” He said, feeling his cheek, the one Ladybug had kissed, warming up. Despite everything else that had happened, thinking about that kiss made him smile.

“And?” Nino seemed to be growing more impatient by the minute. “What did she say? She likes you back, right? Like I said?”

“I think.” Nino stared at him flatly.

“You think?” He asked.

“I’m… pretty sure.”

Nino beamed.

“So,” A grin lit up his face. “You guys are a thing now, right?”

Adrien sighed.

“Unfortunately, no.” He admitted, sinking into his chair. While Ladybug didn’t outright say no, he didn’t have a chance until Hawkmoth was defeated (and a small voice in his head whispered that he wouldn’t have a chance even then, but Adrien ignored it). Nino’s face fell for a moment, before becoming frantic.

“You… asked her out, right dude? Like, on a date? Don’t tell me you forgot to ask her out!” He said, his voice rising to a volume that Adrien wasn’t quite comfortable with in his current setting. He looked around, and caught a few stares.

“Of course I asked,” Adrien said in a hushed voice. Thankfully, Nino seemed to catch on, as he widened his eyes, and quickly scanned the room before moving closer to Adrien to hear. “I may be a little inexperienced, but I’m not clueless, dude!” Nino stared at him in disbelief.

“You asked her, and she said no ?” He said, carefully keeping his voice low.

“I mean… Kinda ?” Adrien involuntarily scratched the back of his neck. “It’s… a little more compli-”

“Wait, wait, wait, dude.” Nino interrupted. “Let me make sure I’m getting this straight. You asked Marinette out, and she said no?”

“Marinette..? No, I-”

Oh.

Everything happened all at once.

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

[“I know who you’re talking about.”]

["Baby blue eyes and pigtails? Passionate? Driven? Like a superhero? C'mon, man!"]

[“I had a crush on her too, before I met Alya.”]

Nino thought he was talking about Marinette. Nino thought Adrien had a crush on Marinette. Which meant that Nino had encouraged Adrien to ask Marinette out, because Nino thought that Marinette—

Someone gasped loudly from behind him. Adrien turned around, and, to his horror, found Alya leaning in closer than she should have been. Close enough to eavesdrop. Adrien met eyes with Nino, and found that he seemed just as shocked as he was. Of course, Nino had kept Adrien’s secret. Even from his girlfriend, like a true bro. At this particular moment in time, however, Adrien wished he had told her. Adrien opened his mouth to speak, but it was too late.

Alya slammed her hands down on her desk, stood up, and yelled.

“Adrien asked Marinette out,” she started.

Everyone’s eyes were suddenly on him.

“And she said NO?”

…

Oh God.

Nearly every person in the room gasped in disbelief. Even Ms. Bustier. And then, he was bombarded.

“No way! Is that true, Adrien?”

“Everyone knows Marinette is head over heels for you! What did you do to her?”

“She has worse taste than I thought if she rejected you. You’re way too good for her anyways, isn’t that right, Adri-kins?”

Adrien felt like laughing, crying, and screaming, all at the same time. Nino noticed his distress and immediately turned to face the crowd.

“Guys, guys, guys, guys!” He said, trying to calm everyone down. “Hold on! Give him some space!” However, Nino was far too soft spoken to be heard over all of the yelling. Eventually Alya stepped in to help him.

“EVERYBODY SHUT UP!” She screamed. Her voice was scarily loud and commanding. It frightened some, most notably Mylene, but it was nonetheless effective in making everyone quiet down.

And it was at that exact moment that Marinette walked into the classroom.

#miraculous ladybug #ml #miraculous #are you sure we're talking about the same person?#adrien agreste #Nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous fic #ml fic #miraculous ladybug fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #ladrien #adrienette

19 notes · View notes

goth-giraffe · 5 years

Note

🖊 + your cyborg character (I mean? Cyborg?? Tell me more! xD) 🖊 + for any of your OCs (I'm just really curious to get to know more of your characters :D) I wold also suggest another one for Meredith... (if you want to ramble more about her xD)

Oh awesome! Yeah I always love to ramble about my OCs, I just wish I had more motivation to draw them haha xD Maybe this’ll help though- thank you!

Kaedyn~

Ah- my cyborg character is a pretty underdeveloped, for instance I’m not entirely sure on all their technological enhancements. They basically have really fancy prosthetics in place of at least one leg and one arm too. But anyway I’d love to ramble about them anyway! Their name is Kaedyn and they’re nonbinary! (I use neutral or feminine pronouns with them, I’m currently trying to use they/them but sometimes I slip up- it’s mostly because of my indecisiveness, but I don’t know, maybe they’re genderfluid?) And they live in a futuristic setting which is part of the reason they’re a bit underdeveloped compared to some of my other OCs, because I’m a dummy that wants to create characters in weird settings in theory, but then you have to come up with all these things about the setting to get to know the character better so… haha yeah.

But anyway! Kaedyn is really smart about some things but also very competitive. Not the type to back down from a dare. Whether it’s eating something gross or fighting the Hulk, to be honest… (And that may have had something to do with them losing a couple limbs, but who knows.) They call themself a cyborg mostly to intimidate people to be honest… there are still a lot of prejudices about cyborgs. And they do have at least two fully functioning robotic limbs so. Anyway they get kind of a “Don’t mess with a cyborg” attitude when people look at them weird or are just in general being rude.

They’re dating Numbers, who’s kind of the opposite of Kaedyn - she’s more of a brooding genius type. And she works for her eccentric aunt’s robotics company. They supply robotic prosthetics and other medical stuff like that, and yeah I imagine that’s how they met each other- Kaedyn calls in for tech support and talks past the remote control hologram or whatever, and immediately starts flirting when they start talking to an alive being… which was Numbers. Numbers speaks exclusively in number code though, and she doesn’t talk to a lot of real people (she lives with robots and her aunt Madlin) because a lot of people don’t understand her. But Kaedyn is smart, especially with mathematics and deciphering things so it doesn’t take them long to understand, and they think Numbers is adorable so, basically their relationship is the “extrovert takes introvert under their wing” trope.

Anyway, they like inventing things together. Kaedyn has a degree in engineering (or something? details fuzzy, sorry) and loves tinkering with stuff or rather tearing stuff apart pbbt and Numbers brainstorms schematics for new robots and stuff. Kaedyn is actually really smart, you just don’t see that a lot with their beat stuff up until it’s fixed attitude. (I don’t know if anyone here has seen The Red Green Show but Kaedyn’s motto? “If it ain’t broke you’re not trying!”) Besides that they cuddle or deal with Numbers’ mood swings… and eventually Madlin disappears and they have to take care of this prototype robot which is basically an experiment in artificial mental illness. …Which is not as fun as it sounds. xD

Oh. And Kaedyn refers to Numbers exclusively as “babe”. (Numbers is a nickname but her real name is actually undecided so…… Kaedyn just gives her another nickname haha.)

Okay. I get the feeling I am making absolutely no sense, I’m sorry. Mostly this is like, a vague comic idea I had? Mad scientist aunt disappears, no one really knows where. Her introverted niece has to take care of a prototype robot who thinks he’s a child and is kind of scared of everything… and cope with her partner who picks fights with anyone. …Yeah when I think about this goofy little story I for some reason imagine them in a black and white comic style. Like, Kaedyn’s got their tools and a broken robot on the table and they’re like “Babe where’s my wrench” while they’re scratching their head with it. Very smart but also very stupid is one of my favourite tropes ahaha

Okay I’m not sure who to ramble about next?? My characters are so underdeveloped, good golly.

Nicholas~

I’m gonna ramble about him even though I have seriously been thinking he needs a lot of work, I’ve actually been considering giving him a new name but, anyway.

He’s in a weird fantasy setting and he’s a dragon! His race of dragons though are basically humans that have can transform into dragons. Except the horns, tails, wing stumps, and some of them have weird eyes. But dragons have some magic and if they master it they can hide those things while they’re in their human form. Nicholas himself though has really only figured out how to get rid of the wing stumps. Still sleeps on his tummy out of habit though.

Nicholas is probably the most innocent character I have, to be honest. He’s very soft- he really likes flowers, braiding his hair or having his hair braided, also he’s very curious about humans. Which is weird for dragons, most of them think of humans as either very dangerous or mid-afternoon snacks. But Nicholas was raised differently, so he’s curious. Not to mention lonely. Dragons are actually pretty rare and he only ever met his parents, but he doesn’t remember his father very well (who died when he was young) and since his mother died in his teens he’s been alone.

I imagine at some point he befriends a witch and they possibly become a love interest for him but this is where it gets fuzzy and undecided. I do like to imagine he meets a human character and becomes close to them, I just haven’t really decided how that happens or if he meets just one witch or a family/household or what. But he also finds out he likes poetry, but he’s illiterate so he has to have someone read it to him. I imagine this in medieval times, so not many people can read but that’s also why I imagine a witch character because. Learning from spellbooks I guess. And just generally not really being part of the human population… and not being scared of dragons. Even though Nicholas would probably not scare many people pbbbt. xD Yeah, anyway. He likes to be read to.

I don’t know, most of my characters are just kind of vague ideas. He’s just a cute little forest creature who happens to be able to grow really big and breath fire. xD I’ve thought about making a more modern AU which would probably be easier to develop but yeah I really can’t decide.

Anyway, except for a couple forgettable doodles I haven’t actually drawn Nicholas… but fortunately, I do have an awesome drawing of him by @iridiscreate! I hope to do a serious drawing of him myself sometime, but I’m actually okay with that being his main reference for now- he looks very pretty! :D

Meredith~

Oh I’ll pretty much always take any chances to ramble about Meredith! Haha she’s the OC I know the most about to be honest xD

The first time her hair was cut short was because her mom was tired of having to chase her down to brush it. So there was a time when she was pretty young that her parents made her wear these big bows in her hair when she went out… she hated them, she still hates them, and her mom still tries to convince her to wear them when she comes to visit, because she cut her hair again. (Yeah… she has some family issues…)

Okay, Meredith loves music. She has kind of a complicated relationship with it, but she loves music. She usually has classical music playing in the background at her apartment, while she’s reading or whatever. She also plays violin, but she’s weird about that, she doesn’t usually listen to it when she plays (she wears ear plugs), and she mostly uses it as an outlet when her emotions get the better of her. She was much more enthusiastic about violin when she was a girl. She’s always had a love of music, it kind of runs in her family. She originally wanted to play piano like her grandfather (who was a singer/pianist in a bar) but her father wouldn’t allow that. Though when the violin option was allowed she was very excited, and when she was little she dreamed of being a concert violinist. Her parents mostly favoured violin because of the discipline it would require to learn and practice, and their past attempts to discipline her? Ehh, not so great. xD In the end though her parents killed her enthusiasm for violin. Their habit of displaying their daughters’ talents to their friends but otherwise having little interest was a bit discouraging… and for Meredith, very damaging. The older she got and the more she thought about it she felt her parents were disinterested in her from the start, so that led to a very rocky teenage years. (For instance she spent ages two to six (ish) being sent to her grandparents’ house a lot. Not with her sisters, no, just her- because she was being difficult and her parents were tired of her. So that hurt when she really thought about it.) So… anyway now she kind of loves and hates violin. Now when she plays it still brings her back to being the trophy her parents preferred to keep on the back of the shelf, but it also brings her back to being the little girl who was in love with music… so. Mixed feelings there. …

Did I have way too many Meredith feels while I was writing this and have to edit out most of my emotions later? NO absolutely not I’m not crying you are SHUSH

Oof I know I’ve already rambled a lot but one more thing. Just a cute little fact, not exactly about Meredith but still. She is her nephew Aidan’s favourite aunt. He’s like four years old and has blonde hair with bright blue tips, because he begged his mother (Meredith’s sis Jessie) to dye his hair blue. Anyway yeah, Meredith is pretty good with kids… they probably like her because she’s so weird. Funny though, because with her looking pretty much like the insomniac goth mess she is, she definitely doesn’t give off any maternal vibes to anyone else she meets… except kids. (It’s the blue hair again, it has magical powers. Haha okay I’m kidding. xD)

Anyway! Sorry for getting this answered so late ahh!! I swear I wasn’t avoiding this ask (I was actually very excited about it) but I kept getting interrupted in the middle of rambling so.. yeah. Anyway thank you again for the ask!! Sorry I rambled an ungodly amount!! xD

Send me a 🖊 to make me ramble about my OCs! (yeah no kidding about the rambling)

#I'm really sorry this took so long #I have not been able to focus the last couple days ahh #anyway thank you!#sorry again for having such angsty characters but I guess this time it's limited mostly to meredith ahaha #my poor meredith....#anyway. nicholas needs more development but he's a very soft baby and I love him #giraffe rambles #inbox games #leaphia #my ocs #meredith #kaedyn #nicholas #long post #echo answers

6 notes · View notes

theofficiallesbianflorona-blog · 6 years

Text

Ballroom Dancing

(It’s sort of a working title)

Summary: Lance McClain Can’t dance. Pidge finds a room in the castle only Lance hoped to find. Lance is extremely nervous. Keith can dance, Keith is helpful.

( I am shit at summaries, my apologies )

-------

P1:

The castle was big. Of course, there were rooms we hadn't seen yet. Did Pidge have to stumble across that room, though? When I found it I hoped I was the only one who would find it, because I knew what would come next. "Hey, Princess?" started Pidge at dinner that night. Allura, who had just taken a bite of her food, turned her attention to the green paladin with a wide-eyed look that read "Yes?" Pidge set down her fork. "I was wandering the castle today on my way to training, and I found a room… I think it was a ballroom?" I held back a groan but I couldn't hide the slight look of displeasure and terror on my face. Good thing everyone was focused on Pidge now. "Why, yes! As a diplomatic family, of course my father had a ballroom. Oh I have such fond memories of dancing with my father and friends in that ballroom when I was younger!" says Allura and my look of worry grows. Oh please don't say it… "I wish we could do it again…" Allura sighs wistfully. Quiznak. "Well," Hunk began, swallowing a bite of space food. "Maybe we could? We could invite a bunch of people from the alliances! Maybe we could even have the Balmerans come; it'd be great to see Shay again…" No no no no oh god no. "Hunk, that's a great idea!" Allura exclaimed, a new glimmer in her eyes. "I don't know. Having the doors open and a lot of guests here… That didn't work out so well last time." Saved by the Keith! Also, he makes a good point. "Yeah, what if some galra show up, or some spies get in? Lotor is sneaky." I add. "Lance agrees with Keith? This is a new age," mutters Pidge and Hunk stifle a laugh. I shoot her a look and she sticks her tongue out at me. "We could have security! Shiro and I could keep a look out for any shady figures. You know, back when I was a young Altean, I had to go through a rigorous training in order to-" As Corran begins on one of his "when-I-was-younger" stories, I begin thinking of ways to avoid the ball. See, the thing is, I can't dance. I mean, of course, I can make up some moves and such, but ballroom dancing? Nope. Never been able to. I even took classes back on Earth and I still couldn't get the hang of it. I would always step on my partners' toes. They eventually kicked me out of the class after I sprained someone else's toe by accident… My mother gave up on ballroom dancing after that. I was jolted out of my thought process when Hunk tapped my shoulder and whispered, "Do you believe this?" I jumped a bit and blinked, replying, "You're actually listening?" Hunk glared at me. "Lance, we're on a completely different subject. We're talking about songs! Now that Corran got some internet, we can look up songs even from Earth,” he whispered. My stomach did a backflip just thinking about Earth. About home. “Okay. Have we decided anything?” he whispered back. “A few… mostly classical. Bach, Mozart, that kind of stuff." I smirked. "Can we sneak in some Ke$ha" Hunk rolled his eyes. I felt a kick under the table. "Lance, no!" Pidge hisspered (that means hiss-whispered. I coined the term myself). "OW Pidge! No need for violence, you little-" "Lance?" I looked up to see Shiro looking at me quizzically. "Yyyyes?" I said cautiously. I obviously had no idea what they were talking about. "What do you think about Allura's idea to have them pay something to dance with the paladins?" he asked. "I… What?" "When I was a little kid and my father held balls here, I remember them trying to raise funds by having the guests pay a small fee to dance with the paladins! I thought we could do that again, seeing as we need funds. Actually… I don't think I can recall us ever actually paying for somethi-"

"I think it's a great idea, princess," interjected Hunk. "Me too" added Pidge. "I actually wouldn't mind that," said Keith. Well, now it'd look bad if I didn't agree. "Sure, Allura. Sounds good!" Now if I could just leave the room without drawing too much attention to silently panic in my bedroom… "Princess, shouldn't we have practices first? I'm sure many of us haven't danced in a long time, or even at all," offered Shiro. Oh, come on! That makes everything so much worse. But, maybe with enough practice, I could learn by the ball? Who am I kidding? I'm never going to be good at dancing. I've just learned to accept this. "Shiro, that's a wonderful idea! We can even use the ballroom!" And so it begins.

------

P2 it’s a double feature:

"Lance." "Lance!" "Oh my god, LANCE WAKE UP" I'm violently shaken awake by small hands grasping my shoulder and hitting my face. "Ugh... What the hell, Pidge?" Lance, you've had your beauty sleep, now you have GOT to GET UP" Pidge exclaimed, jumping up and down. "Dude, what's happening?" I say, rubbing my eyes and moving to sit up. Pidge is smiling like a dork. It's a little creepy, but that's Pidge for you. "Allura has outfits. And they look amazing." She put a space between "they", "look", and "amazing" for emphasis. I immediately perked up. "Wait, seriously?" Pidge laughed, "Why would I lie about cool clothes, Lance? OF COURSE I'M SERIOUS!" We simultaneously started squealing.

When we got to the rest of the team (except Shiro and Corran, who were meeting with the Arusians about security) Allura was already showing Hunk some suits that the previous paladins had worn for dances. Hunk was eyeing the old blue paladin's suit with designs along the collar that looked like a galaxy or magic. It was beautiful. When Allura noticed us walk in, she said hello and immediately brought over an array of outfits that would fit me. She turned to Pidge, "Would you like to wear a dress or a suit? I have plenty of both that will fit you!" I saw Pidge's eyes go wide. Nobody had ever asked her that. "Thanks, Allura! Can I look at both options?" Pidge said, maybe a bit more enthusiastically than expected. "Do you just want to look at cooler alien clothes, Pidge?" I elbowed her. "Duh, Lance. Duh," she replied as she followed Allura to another corner of her enormous princess closet. I snickered as I looked through the suits Allura had given me. They were all stunning, made with a fabric like a mix of silk and cotton, but definitely nothing I'd ever felt before. There was one with shimmering holo, another with a holo-like substance, but it was truly a moving rainbow. There was another with moving stitches, depicting a battle between Voltron and a large alien beast. At the end, when Voltron was victorious, it moved and started over again. My eyes finally fell on a shimmery sky blue suit, accented with fabric that looked exactly like the ocean's surface, and moved like it too. I immediately took it and tried it on. It fit perfectly. I totally didn’t squeal and jump up and down for a solid 10 seconds…

After everyone had picked out their outfits, we all gathered in Allura's bedroom in our outfits. We all looked around. I felt so high-class like I should be holding a champagne glass or something!

Hunk had chosen a sparkly yellow suit that shimmered in the light, a perfect golden, paired with a shiny black tie. The top looked like it was made directly from the sun. He looked great. Pidge ended up going with a dress after all. She had an off-shoulder dark green dress with those little sleeves. It puffed out at the waist and flowed down, with a small train in the back. The design of beautiful alien plants looked so real, for a bit, I thought they were growing out of the bottom of the dress. She looked so happy in it, and she looked amazing. Allura had a tight light pink dress with blue accents that shimmered when she walked. She also had a tiara with jewels hanging down and into her hair, which was up, but cascading down in the sides. She looked gorgeous. Keith had a dark red suit, with accents that looked like red fire in the evening, so real I expected smoke to come off it. He had a black flower that looked like it should turn to dust, but in a good way, you know? He looked nervous in front of everyone. I kind of wanted to assure him that he didn't need to be worried… I mean, he looked crazy good. Definitely better than me. Probably the best in the room, though I hated to admit it. Maybe this ball wouldn't be that bad… Allura clapped her hands and broke the silence. "Well, you all look wonderful! I'm so glad you like the outfits, too. I had been hoping to reuse them someday," she smiled and said. "Yeah, thanks Allura! These are so cool," Hunk replied. "Dude, I love this so much," Pidge agreed, sitting on Allura's bed and playing with the ends of her dress. Allura laughed. "Well, you all should probably hang those up in your own rooms now. Wash up and rest up! Tomorrow we start dancing!" I was so hyped up with my new suit, I didn't even mind the impending doom that loomed over me in the form of dance lessons as I showered and put on my nightly Altean face mask.

Well, I didn't think about it until it was the middle of the night and I woke up in a cold sweat from a nightmare I couldn't remember. My feet felt sore. It hit me what was going to happen tomorrow and a million "what if?"s ran through my mind at a million miles per hour. What if I fell? What if the fall sprained my ankle? At least then I could embarrass myself further. But what if they made me dance anyway? What if I was so bad none of us raised money at the ball? Would Voltron die? Would Haggar and her evil druids make the galra reign over the universe once more while we were still stranded in space with no way to get home? I couldn't get back to sleep with all these horrible ideas in my head. So I went out, rubbing my eyes, not sure where I was heading. My feet took me to the kitchen. I figured a midnight (do Alteans have midnight?) snack might clear my head. As the door slid open (man I love these automatic doors in the castle) I heard movement in the kitchen. I jumped slightly, only to realize it was only Keith. "Hey, man. Couldn't sleep either?" I asked. "I guess... I'm just not that tired. What about you?" "Oh.… I.. Uh…" Did I want to tell him I had a slight panic attack about how I can't dance and now I can't get back to sleep? "Let me guess: You're nervous. Honestly, so am I. I don't think I'm a great dancer. I'm also not the most popular paladin, so at least not a lot of people will want to dance with me." "I'd want to dance with you!" I blurted, immediately regretting it. I don't like seeing my friends upset, especially when I'm already upset. Sometimes I just say whatever I think they'd want to hear without thinking about it first. Not that I wouldn't want to dance with him though, I'd just make a huge fool of myself. "Um, thanks, Lance. That's… really nice of you. Maybe I'll take you up on that offer" Alright not what I was expecting but… wait… is he… blushing? It's not much, but I'm pretty sure he is. Oh god. Now I'm blushing too. This is awkward. I'll say anything to break this silence. A small part of my head says "tell him that why you're really here". Okay, anything but that. "So, uh, what brings you to the kitchen?" I ask. Smooth, Lance. Great conversation starter. "Midnight snack. Maybe it'll help me sleep. You?" "Same thing… Hey," I begin. "You said you didn't think you were a great dancer? But you can dance, yeah?" "Yeah? I mean I guess I can. I took lessons and I didn't fall on my face, so I suppose I was good." I fell on my face. A lot. I feel my face get warm with embarrassment. "Why?" Keith asked. "Well, ugh, this is weird to say, but I can't. Dance, I mean. It's super embarrassing. I tried taking lessons and stuff, but I was never any good," I found myself pouring out all the crap I didn’t want to think about. It felt good. "Every time I would try, I would step on someone else's toes, or trip them, or trip myself, or mess up in any way possible dancing. Eventually, my mom took me out of dance. I'm still sad about it because I did really like it. Music is awesome and I just wish I could move to it well. That sounds stupid, I know, but it didn't sound as stupid when I was lying awake in bed, sweating, because I was scared my bad dancing would scare away anyone from donating to Voltron at all, then Voltron would fall and we wouldn't be able to stand up to the galra and they would regain control over the universe and we would all be enslaved to them and all of would be stranded slaves in space with no way of getting back home." I finished, tears breaking through my eyes and slowly rolling down my cheeks. "Oh, Lance…" Keith sighed, setting his cup down on the counter and opening his arms for a hug. His expression looks so genuinely concerned, which only made me feel worse. Though, if he looked mad or happy I'd still feel worse. Nevertheless, the tears started coming faster, and I leaned forward while Keith stepped towards me and wrapped me in a bear hug I didn't think possible for someone of his size. I sniffed and Keith gently let me step back. "I've never told anyone all that…" Keith smiled warmly. "I'm glad you told me. If you wanted, I could teach you how to dance?" he offered. I looked up. No one ever asked me to dance, even if it was just lessons. "I told you, I took lessons before. I'd probably end up getting your wrist sprained…" I answered. "You got someone's wrist sprained?" Keith asked incredulously. I winced. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to- Maybe it'll be easier to learn one-on-one? And with someone you already know?" Keith offered. "I… I don't know. Maybe. I think I'll tell the group tomorrow, though. It'll be easier now that I've already told you," I sighed. "I'm going to try to go back to sleep. 'Night, Keith." "'Night, Lance. Hope you get to sleep."

It took me a little while to actually fall asleep, but at least the anxiety had calmed down, more or less. I prepped myself for tomorrow. I was (not) ready.

14 notes · View notes

simplejjs · 7 years

Text

Unmasking the Love Part 5

Here it is, the final part of Unmasking the Love. It is a little Thanksgiving present from me to you. : - ) I am wishing all of you a holiday filled with kindness, happiness, and the warmth of friends and family.

I hope you liked my story! If so, you might also check out my first reveal story, which is a little more lighthearted and funny (you can find it on my tumblr site, my first few posts). We are a good 2/3 of the way through November, and still have no idea what DAY in December Season 2 of MLB will be released. Do I still have enough time to write one more reveal? Here’s a confession: I like best Ladrien. That is the basis for my next story; Ladybug is going to find out first. But until then, enjoy today! Thanks for all your likes and follows! Cheers!

Unmasking the Love Part 5 (by JJ Sprinkle)

Nino and Adrien were already lounging in their seats when Alya and Marinette walked in. Alya was showing her phone screen to Marinette, and describing the work she had put into her Ladyblog over the weekend. She’d started a new post, asking followers to write in with their theories as to the secret identities of Ladybug and Cat Noir. Alya and Marinette were laughing over some of the more outlandish ones.

“‘Sup?” Nino greeted them. Quickly he was pulled into the conversation, and soon Adrien scooted over on the bench to look at Alya’s phone screen too. Crowding over the small screen, Adrien glanced to his left to find himself only inches from Marinette. Unexpectedly, his stomach did a funny swoop. Adrien snapped his gaze back down to the phone screen, surprised beyond words. After a moment, he flicked his eyes back to Marinette’s profile. This time, he caught her gaze, and she turned to him to share the laughter. “Outer space, dude. That’s bunk!” Nino said.

“Alien Cat Noir,” Adrien joked.

“Alien Ladybug,” Marinette added, and the four friends laughed. Adrien and Marinette kept staring at each other, ostensibly sharing the joke. But Marinette’s stomach was filled with butterflies, and she felt powerless to pull her gaze away, while Adrien was caught by her blue, blue eyes, feeling there was something lovely and familiar about them, but unable to identify exactly what.

He was the first to look away, unsettled and unsure. Adrien pushed his tablet and notebooks together, lining them up neatly, to compensate for the confused state of his mind. Feeling a draw to Marinette seemed both natural and wrong. With Ladybug always in the back of his mind, instinctively Adrien shied away from any attraction to another girl. Suddenly, the whole point of last week crashed into him, and Adrien sat straighter in his chair. No, he thought, it couldn’t be…?

The class could hear Mme Bustier’s voice in the hallway, as she chatted with a colleague while making her way to class. Knowing he had spare seconds, Adrien turned to Marinette and asked, “And what did you do over the weekend?”

A big smile lighted her face, and Marinette replied, “I was working on a project for a friend. I spent all weekend on it!” Adrien nodded his head, as if her words were inconsequential, and he turned back to the front of the classroom. However, his pulse was racing and his mind was whirling.

Mme Bustier arrived and started the class, but Adrien’s concentration was shot. No matter the pressure of forthcoming exams, all Adrien could do was weigh possibilities, replay memories, and analyze behaviors. The differences between Ladybug and Marinette were glaring, yet the similarities - increasingly obvious the more he got to know Marinette - were indisputable.

“You will work in groups for this project,” Mme Bustier was saying, as she handed out worksheets to the class.

“Adrien!” Chloe called from across the aisle.

Mme Bustier interrupted her, “Ms. Bourgeois, I will be setting the groups.” She turned back to Marinette’s and Alya’s bench, where she was placing a handout, and said, “You two will work with Nino and Adrien,” and she moved on. “Ivan, Nathanael, Juleka, Rose and Max. Kim, Mylene, Alix, Chloe, and Sabrina. And no, Chloe,” Mme Bustier forestalled the predictable complaint, “you may not work in groups of two. Only the groups I set. And the work is equally shared.” Chloe didn’t even bother to hide her annoyance.

Marinette was overcome with excitement, joy, and panic. What if all she said was stupid, garbled things? Or she tripped on and destroyed the project? Despite her anxieties, her mind sang a constant chorus of ‘Adrien! Adrien!’ She would actually get to partner with Adrien! Alya poked her shoulder, and grinned.

By the time lunch arrived, it seemed unquestioned that the four would eat together again. Before Chloe had a chance to hijack Adrien, the four friends had already slipped from their seats and were headed out the door as a unit. Chloe stamped her foot in frustration.

Nino led them to a table bathed in sunlight from the large picture windows. Alya and Adrien grabbed seats on either side of him, and Marinette sat down last.

Alya immediately turned the conversation to their project. Each group was to choose an event from world history and create a large diorama of it to present to the class. Adrien was having a hard time keeping track of the conversation. Instead, he kept sneaking peeks at Marinette. Sweet and quiet, frequently keeping to the background, she just did not act like Ladybug, who radiated energy. Adrien shook his head. Still, her midnight black hair, and incomparable blue eyes, they fit. Why had he never noticed her blue eyes before, he wondered, then thought about how normally she averted her gaze when he was around. In fact, he thought, did she even like him? Generally she left the talking up to Alya when the three were speaking. The more he thought about it, the less certain Adrien became.

“Alya, that would rock, but where can we build something like that?”

“Maybe one of the classrooms?”

“Or one of the study carrels in the library?” Marinette suggested.

“Could we do it at your house, Marinette? In your room?” Nino asked.

“No!” Marinette replied quickly, a blush suddenly staining her cheeks. “I mean, my room really isn’t too big, plus I have my sewing supplies all over…” She glanced at Adrien, then turned away.

Adrien did not even know what they were planning, but obviously it needed sufficient space over some period of time, so he offered, “You could use my bedroom. It’s huge, and no one would disturb us there.”

“Dude,” Nino pointed out, “your old man said I couldn’t come to your house.”

“Whatever,” Adrien replied, hiding the bitterness he still harbored over his father’s unfair treatment of Nino. “He never pays attention to what I do, as long as I keep on his schedule. Plus, he can’t very well kick you out when you are there as a partner on a school project.” Actually, Adrien knew his father would not scruple to throw Nino out, regardless, but he didn’t let on.

“Okay, project at Adrien’s house!” Nino said.

“I have a photoshoot and Chinese after class today, but tomorrow afternoon would work.”

The four agreed to start their project the next day, then spent the rest of lunch planning the materials. When the bell rang, Adrien pushed his small pile of cheese into a napkin and gathered the rest of his lunch remains.

“Why don’t you just bring extra cheese for a snack, instead of pulling it off your sandwich?” Marinette suddenly asked him.

Adrien colored, thinking that his actions had been too subtle for anyone to notice. “Uh…” he temporized, knowing he could not explain that the cooks had already questioned the amount of cheese he went through. He wanted to avoid any overt behavior that could bring the scrutiny of his father down on him. “I, uh, don't want to make extra work for the cooks,” he feebly lied.

Marinette looked at him dubiously, glanced at his pile of cheese, then shrugged. Adrien stopped himself from sighing in relief.

The night was colder than the last time Ladybug had met up with Cat Noir. Swinging through the streets, Ladybug thought about an essay she was writing in literature, and the grade she had received on her geometry test. Schoolwork was becoming more intense as the semester was coming to an end, and her test grade reflected the difficulty Marinette faced balancing her double life. She arrived at the Trocadero a little after midnight, and saw Cat Noir’s silhouetted figure sitting on the same ledge from the previous evening. She saw his ears twitch, even though she was many meters away, and he turned his brilliant green eyes directly to her.

Ladybug’s heart lightened. Even the homework hanging over her head couldn’t quell her excitement at giving him Plagg’s gift. She shot out her yoyo one last time to swing quickly to Cat Noir’s side.

He was already standing when she got there, and with a formal bow and cocky smile greeted her with, “MiLady.”

“Cat Noir!” she smiled. With a wide grin, she said, “I have Plagg’s present! Put out your hands, and close your eyes…”

Cat Noir did so, and felt a soft item placed in his upturned palms. When he opened his eyes, a black velveteen pillow, with soft supportive sides, and green accent piping, sat in his hands. It was a little pet bed.

“It’s a bed! For Plagg!” Ladybug explained unnecessarily. “I made one for Tikki a while ago, but hers is red and black.”

Turning it around and around in his hands, Cat Noir said, “This is fabulous! Thank you LB!” Cat Noir struggled to keep the emotions he was feeling from his face. Tears unexpectedly smarted his eyes, and he ducked his head and pretended to rub his nose to hide them from Ladybug. The last time anyone had gotten him a present was the scarf his father had bought him, and Adrien did not think anyone had ever actually *made* a gift for him, including his mom. Cat Noir swallowed before speaking again. His voice was filled with admiration when he asked, “You really made this yourself?”

“Yup!” Ladybug beamed, happy to have impressed Cat Noir. “I spent all weekend on it! Oh, and Tikki says to say hi to Plagg!”

Her words sent a shiver up Cat Noir’s spine. They echoed Marinette’s from the morning, ‘I spent all weekend on it.’ Cat Noir stared at the bed in his hands. Finally he raised his gaze to Ladybug. Pasting on a smile, Cat Noir’s eyes played over Ladybug’s face, measuring, studying, considering.

It was an indication of their intimacy that Ladybug immediately sensed Cat Noir’s change of mood. “Are you okay? Are you sure you like it?” Her voice sounded doubtful, a little small, and suddenly Cat Noir thought he could see Marinette in her.

“I love it, Bugaboo,” he said sincerely, a luminous smile blossoming on his face. “I really love it! And Plagg will love it too.” Cat Noir grasped Ladybug’s hand and led her over to the ledge. He patted the space next to him as he sat down, placing the little bed carefully on his lap.

“What shall we talk about tonight, MiLady? More kwamis?”

Ladybug kicked her heels against the wall, relaxing for a moment from the stress of schoolwork. “I don’t know. How about…” She pursed her lips, and Cat Noir watched her profile.

He wanted to kiss those lips. He wanted to kiss her, to fold her into his arms and tell her, show her how valuable she was to him. Cat Noir gripped the little pet bed, and pretended to study it. She did not want to kiss him. She wanted to kiss Adrien. As Cat Noir, he could not get through to her, and unless he figured out who she was behind the mask, he didn’t have any chance of solidifying their connection. Could she really be Marinette? Marinette certainly did not act like someone who wanted to kiss Adrien. Cat Noir thought about how shaken Ladybug had been when she thought Adrien was in trouble, but he had never seen Marinette act that way around him. Normally she seemed uncomfortable, sometimes even a little distant, around him. Shaking his head, Cat Noir wondered if it could all just be crazy coincidences?

Reverting to form, Cat Noir quipped, “I could give you tips on how to flirt with Adrien Agreste.”

Ladybug laughed at him. “Right, that would go something like, make puns until he agrees to go out with you just to shut you up.”

Cat Noir was a little hurt. “First,” he pointed out, “my puns are clever and funny.” Ladybug snorted with laughter. “Second,” and Cat Noir leaned a little too close to her, and pretended to be hopeful, “Would that really work?”

“No, no!” Ladybug leaned back, waving her hands to ward him off but still laughing with his antics, “Don’t even try it!” She switched topics, “How about our favorite places in Paris?”

“That is nowhere near as fun,” Cat Noir replied.

“But,” Ladybug knew she had the upper hand, “it might give me ideas for a present that I can make for you!” Cat Noir’s heart squeezed, and he glanced away again. She was perfection incarnate, and his love for her exploded all over again.

He covered his emotions with a lighthearted response, “Oh, well then, you’ve convinced me!”

The two spent the next ten minutes comparing their favorite spots in Paris, before the weight of her homework began to eat at Ladybug. “I really have to go. I still have lots of homework to do.”

“But it’s almost 12:30, Bugaboo. Surely you should get to bed?” A quick image of cuddling her flashed in Cat Noir’s mind before he forcefully pushed it away.

“Mmm, yeah,” she agreed, “but I still have a couple of things that are due tomorrow.”

Cat Noir stood up, and held out his hand for Ladybug. As soon as she was standing, she dropped his hand. Not far from this site lived Adrien, and as affectionate as she was growing to feel towards Cat Noir, her loyalty was still firmly attached to Adrien.

“It’s been several days without an akuma attack, MiLady,” Cat Noir said. “Can we agree to meet again? I’d hate to wish misery on anyone…”

Ladybug smiled her answer, “Can we do Friday? It would be much more fun if I didn’t have school hanging over me the next day.”

Bending his waist in a gallant bow, Cat Noir agreed, “‘Til Friday, MiLady.”

Spontaneously, Ladybug grabbed his hand and tugged him back up. “Oh, Cat,” she laughed, and squeezed his hand before letting it drop. Pulling out her yoyo, she turned, tossed it into the darkness, and yelled quickly, “See you Friday, Chaton!” before disappearing.

Cat Noir watched her shadowy form sail away. Ladybug? Marinette? He stared into the night. Friday seemed very far away.

When Cat Noir got home that night, and transformed, he immediately presented the little bed to Plagg. The effect was memorable. The sarcastic, irreverent kwami fell silent, eyes huge, as he dove into his new bed and rubbed his cheek along the fabric. Poking his head up from the side, his voice was filled with awe when he asked, “She really made it for me? It’s mine?”

Adrien chuckled as he reached into the mini refrigerator for Plagg’s cheese. “All yours! She said she made one for Tikki too.”

Still stroking his cheek against the bed, Plagg said, “I love Ladybug!” As Adrien approached with Plagg’s cheese, Plagg said lazily, “Serve me my cheese here.”

“Of course, my Dictator,” Adrien replied sarcastically.

Plagg rolled onto his back, kicked his feet into the air, and nibbled on his camembert with delight.

“Ladybug also said, that Tikki says hello.”

“Tell Tikki I said hello back,” Plagg mumbled around a mouth full of cheese. Swallowing, he then added deviously, “And give Ladybug a kiss for me. To say thank you.”

Adrien muttered, “I wish!” and Plagg just laughed.

The hectic pace of school the next day forestalled any real attempts by Adrien to quiz Marinette. Even lunch was a wash, as Adrien had to attend a PR event for the launch of a new Gabriel shoe brand in the middle of the day. So, it was not until the afternoon, when school was out, that he finally could relax with Marinette, Nino, and Alya.

Adrien had arranged with Nathalie to have most of the project’s supplies waiting in his room, and he had arranged with his personal chef to have a selection of snacks and refreshments laid out as well. This was the closest he had ever gotten to throwing a party, and he wanted to make sure he did it all correctly.

His bodyguard picked the four up in front of the school in the limousine, and whisked them along the boulevards to the Agreste mansion. Adrien maneuvered to sit next to Marinette on the way and intentionally pressed his thigh up against hers during the ride. He could hear her quiet gasp, and felt her whole body stiffen. Adrien frowned, and was so busy weighing the possible reasons for her behavior that he missed the blush that painted Marinette’s cheeks. Nino, cheerfully observant, saw the whole thing, and sent an encouraging smile to Adrien. Adrien looked at Nino, puzzled.

Within ten minutes they arrived at Adrien’s house and Adrien led them directly to his room. He had only explained to Nathalie that a small group was coming to the house to work on a school assignment, and had carefully avoided naming any of the students. The four walked in to find the food, drinks, and project supplies waiting for them. Nino had been in the room before, but was impressed all over again. Alya had never been, and was struck speechless for almost ten seconds, before exclaiming, “Holy - ! This is a-maze-ing!” Marinette, who had been in the room multiple times as Ladybug, who had in fact jumped all over its walls in the course of two different akuma attacks, was left to lie weakly, “Oh, yeah, this place is incredible.”

“Please, help yourself to hors d’oeuvres,” Adrien offered. Alya laughed at his stilted vocabulary, while Nino dove in.

With his mouth stuffed, Nino said, “Dude, this is awesome!”

“And help yourself to drinks, too. I can call for tea or coffee if you would prefer.”

With his mouth full of food, Nino suggested, “Dude, why don’t you get something for Marinette?”

Both Adrien and Marinette glanced at Nino, surprised, then at each other. “Uh, sure Nino,” Adrien said. “Would you like anything, Marinette? Alya?”

Feeling awkward, Marinette replied, “No thank you.” She could feel her cheeks burning, and she looked quickly away from Adrien to hide her blush.

Alya merely waved her hand, focused instead on the breathtaking view of the city from Adrien’s room, and said, “No, thanks.”

Marinette stood alone in the middle of the room, feeling truly inconsequential. How could someone who lived like this ever find a reason to be attracted to her? She watched Adrien digging through the project supplies that Nathalie had delivered, pulling out what they would need to start the assignment. So beautiful, so genuine, so nice. Marinette shrugged, looking down at her feet, and thinking that he could have any girl he wanted.

Alya sensed Marinette’s mood and walked to her side. She twined her fingers through Marinette’s and whispered, “He wants *you*. He doesn’t know it, but everything he described about the girl was you. C’mon, girl, keep the faith!” Marinette shot Alya a weak smile.

The thought crossed Marinette’s mind, Even if he never likes me, I will NOT act like a mopey child. I *am* strong! I may be Marinette, but I am also Ladybug! She squared her shoulders, then said, “Okay, guys, let’s get this project going.”

The four gathered in a circle around the workspace Adrien had created. Stepping sideways to make a space between Adrien and himself, Nino suggested agreeably, “Hey, Marinette, why don’t you come over here?”

“Um, okay…” Marinette agreed hesitantly, then shot a look at Alya that said, ‘Why’s Nino acting so strange?’ A brief guilty look seemed to flit across Alya’s face, but then she simply shrugged as if saying she did not know.

Getting to work, it was soon apparent that Marinette was the most talented and experienced working with the diverse materials. She rapidly became leader of their group. As she lost herself in bringing the project to life, her behavior became less and less the stumbling Marinette that Adrien normally experienced, and more and more the self-confident, energetic Ladybug that he admired. Adrien silently worked on whatever Marinette directed him, hypersensitive to her mood change and increasingly aware of her similarities to his Ladybug.

After almost an hour, the group decided to take a break. They all moved back over to the snacks and drinks that Adrien had laid out. Nino and Adrien walked over to the climbing wall, while Alya and Marinette chatted about the project’s next steps. As Alya returned to the pile of supplies in search of a particular item, Marinette wandered aimlessly around the room. Her heart on the edge of fluttering, she took the time to enjoy the fact that she was actually hanging out in Adrien’s bedroom. Last time she had been here was after Volpina’s attack, and Ladybug had been panicky. Before that, her concentration had been fully on fighting Volpina, and before that it had been Simon Says’ attack. She glanced over to Adrien’s desk, remembering the screensaver photo of his mother. Now, his computers sat dark.

Glancing across its clean surface, Marinette’s eyes wandered towards Adrien’s bed in the nearby corner. As her eyes alighted on his bed frame, Marinette suddenly went still. She stared, refusing to believe her eyes. Snuggled up between the wall and Adrien’s comforter, on the wide shelf bordering his bed, was her bed. Plagg’s bed. Her mind stuttered with her thoughts, and Marinette could not believe what her eyes were telling her.

As if pulled by a magnet, Marinette slowly approached the little black bed. She stood before it, her hands gripped together like they were holding onto her life. Then hesitantly, uncertainly, she reached out one finger to gently touch the pillow. The soft velveteen sat innocuously before her, but she pulled back her hand as if it had been burnt. Darting a quick look over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching, Marinette reached out again and stroked the little pet bed.

Gathering all her courage, she flipped up one specific corner of the bed, to peer at the bottom. The blood drained from her face. There, carefully embroidered in black thread, nearly invisible unless one knew to look for it, was her signature: Ladybug. She had chosen that just in case.

Marinette dropped the bed and stepped back suddenly, as if it were poison. She stepped right into a solid frame directly behind her. Turning, still dazed, she found she had run into Adrien.

He was watching her silently.

Marinette’s brain suddenly kicked into high gear, and she began to babble, “Uh, nice bed. Pet bed. I was just looking at your pet bed. It’s a nice pet bed.”

“A good friend of mine gave it to me,” Adrien said, very deliberately.

“Yes? Nice. That’s good. I didn’t know you had a pet.”

“Mmm,” Adrien answered noncommittally. Then he added, “A little black cat.”

Marinette’s heart was thundering in her ears. She stared at Adrien, shock and disbelief warring on her face, then her gaze darted frantically around the room, like she was looking for an escape. She stepped back, away from Adrien, then to the side, still avoiding his gaze. Maybe her mouth opened to say something, maybe not - she had no clear thought in her head except that she had to leave.

Marinette practically ran to her book bag, and as she shoved her personal items into it, she laughed in a manic way and announced, “I just saw the time! I have to go! My parents. Now. Gotta go.” She turned in the direction of Adrien, but still kept her eyes averted, “Thanks for all the food and stuff. Okay, see you guys tomorrow. ‘Bye.” And she raced out of the room.

Alya and Nino looked at each other, amazed.

“Dude,” Nino started, “I didn’t know she had to go.”

“Me neither,” Alya said, suspiciously. She looked over at Adrien, and narrowed her eyes.

Adrien held his hands out innocently and shrugged, “I didn’t do anything.” But he knew that he had.

“Well, if it’s alright with you two, I think I’ll just go catch up to her. Can we come back tomorrow, or Thursday?”

Adrien replied, “I have to check my schedule with Nathalie, but Thursday or Friday should be fine. I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

Alya quickly gathered her belongings, thanked Adrien for the food, and left.

“Yo, dude, I’m glad they’re gone,” Nino immediately said. Adrien looked at him, surprised. “Alya told me something that you’re gonna want to hear, my man! Marinette likes you!”

With that, the last pin clicked into place, and a door of promise opened in Adrien’s mind. With a quick smile, Adrien looked at Nino and said, “I think I just figured that out!”

“Maybe Cat Noir gave it to him,” Tikki theorized.

“Do you really believe that?” Marinette asked, her head still in a whirl.

“No,” Tikki answered, “but I guess it *is* possible.”

Marinette dropped to the park bench next to her, then buried her head in her hands. Barely audibly to Tikki, Marinette muttered, “The cheese.”

“What?” asked Tikki, floating near her shoulder.

Marinette looked up and repeated, “The cheese. That’s why he saves his cheese. Plagg only eats cheese.”

“Oh, that’s true!” Tikki said brightly. Marinette still looked miserable, and Tikki added, “I guess Adrien saves his cheese?” Marinette nodded. After a moment, Tikki argued, “But Marinette, I don’t think you should be so upset. This is happy! You like Adrien, and Adrien is Cat Noir, and Cat Noir likes you. It all works out!”

“Tikki, Cat Noir likes Ladybug.”

“Yes…?”

“He doesn’t like me, he likes Ladybug. Adrien likes Ladybug.”

“But Marinette, you *are* Ladybug. Whether or not you have the suit on.” Marinette shook her head, refusing to accept Tikki’s words. Tikki tried again, “Remember when you had to fight Anti-Bug as Marinette, and saved Cat Noir’s life? Remember when I was sick, and you fought Princess Fragrance? You’re talking like you, like Marinette, didn’t do those things.”

“And would Ladybug trip down the stairs in front of Adrien, *and* lose you too? Or would Ladybug make a present for Adrien, and be so tongue-tied that she couldn’t even give it to him? And then let Chloe actually shove her away? No!” Tears of confusion and remembered mortification welled up in Marinette’s eyes.

“Oh, Marinette,” Tikki sympathized.

“I don’t know how I’m going to face Cat Noir,” Marinette muttered.

“But you don’t have to tell him, do you?” Tikki asked. “Regardless of anything, you two *must* be able to fight akumas, *together*.”

“I know, Tikki,” Marinette said. She stood up, and brushed her hands down her thighs, wishing she could brush away her insecurities so easily. “But sooner or later Cat Noir is going to figure it out, and he’s going to be really disappointed.”

The two started for home. “First of all, he wouldn’t be disappointed. Marinette, you’re one of the nicest, sweetest people I’ve ever known, and remember,” Tikki giggled, “I’ve been around for centuries! And second of all, there’s nothing to say that Cat Noir will ever find out, if you don’t want him to.”

Marinette sighed, and kicked a pebble out of her way. “I guess…” she said, ignoring Tikki’s compliment. Then, turning determined eyes to Tikki, she added, “But I can promise that I won’t let my emotions get in the way of fighting Hawkmoth. I swear!”

Tikki flew close to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek, “I know that, Marinette!”

“Quick, hide, someone’s coming!” Marinette held open her pink purse, and Tikki disappeared inside.

For the rest of the evening, Marinette avoided phone calls and text messages from Alya. Incapable of discussing the situation with her, Marinette simply sidestepped the whole thing.

Marinette tossed and turned for much of the night, worrying about how she would act, or even feel, when she saw Adrien the next day. He would think she was crazy after how she had run out of his house the day before. She’d have to figure out how to apologize to all three of them for leaving so abruptly. By the time morning came, Marinette felt like she was crawling through molasses, and it was no surprise that she got to school late.

The hallways were empty as she hurried to Mme Bustier’s classroom. She slipped through the door as quietly as possible, then shot Alya a weak smile as she scooted past her to her seat. About to put her bag down, Marinette noticed something on her desk. A small chocolate chip cookie sat alone on a white paper napkin, and printed neatly on the napkin was, “For Tikki.”

Adrien had turned in his seat when Marinette sneaked in, and was watching her like a hawk. It was Marinette’s eyes that betrayed her: with no conscious thought, she immediately lifted her gaze to Adrien’s. Her face turned pale as a ghost’s, and then bright red; her eyes were saucers.

Immediately raising her hand, Marinette said, “Mme Bustier, may I please go to the bathroom?” She was already sliding out of her seat before Mme Bustier replied.

Mme Bustier first said, “Marinette? But you just got here!” Then she sighed and said, “Fine.” Marinette dashed out of the classroom.

Immediately Adrien’s hand went up. “Mme Bustier, I need to go too.”

“Fine, Adrien, go.” Mme Bustier sounded annoyed. Alya contemplated asking if she could go too, agog at the soap opera developing between Marinette and Adrien. One look at Mme Bustier’s expression, however, quelled this idea.

Instead Alya leaned forward and whispered to Nino, “Do you know what’s going on?”

“No,” he said.

“Who’s Tikki?” Alya asked.

Nino shrugged just as Mme Bustier called out sharply, “Alya, Nino, please pay attention!”

Adrien found Marinette sitting on the floor in the far corner of the locker room. She had her forehead resting against her knees, but he knew she was aware of him because, as he silently sat down next to her, she shifted a little to the right to make room.

Adrien wasn’t sure what to say. He wasn’t sure what was going on in Marinette’s mind. Last night, when he’d come up with the idea of a cookie for Tikki, he imagined Marinette bursting out laughing at his message. He had also imagined her getting angry with him, for figuring it all out. But Marinette sat silently, unmoving, neither laughing nor, it seemed, angry.

Finally, Adrien gently tugged on her left hand and pulled it down, simply holding it. Marinette neither pulled it away nor grasped his hand back. After nearly a minute, Adrien lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed it gently, then said quietly, “Hey, Bugaboo.”

That made her pull her hand away. She didn’t do it forcefully, just determinedly. Then she wrapped her arm back around her knees, and kept hiding her face.

Adrien’s voice was quiet, but concerned, when he said, “MiLady, what’s wrong? I expected you maybe to be angry, but…”

“Don’t call me that,” Marinette’s voice was muffled.

“What?” Adrien asked uncertainly.

Finally raising her head to dart a glance at him, Marinette repeated more clearly, “Don’t call me that.” Then she put her head back down.

“Why not?” Adrien was puzzled.

Lifting her head again, Marinette finally, really looked at him. “Because that’s not me. That’s… you know. That’s… I’m not…” Marinette humphed, and frowned.

“You know I know, right?” Adrien asked. With the hint of a Cat Noir smile, he added, “I’ve even been told that you might have a crush on me, too.”

With alarm, he watched Marinette’s eyes fill with tears. Turning to kneel before her, Adrien grabbed both of her hands and quickly said, “Never mind! You don’t have to! I’m sure you don’t have a crush on me!”

The tears now began to fall from her eyes. Sounding miserable, Marinette said, “But I do. I do!” And again, she dropped her head back to her knees.

Adrien let go of her hands to scratch the back of his neck. Still kneeling before her, he finally said, “So, uh, Marinette? I don’t really see what the problem is. I like you, and you like me.”

This time, when Marinette raised her head, she was glaring at him. Dashing away her tears with one hand, she whispered furiously, “Look, you like Ladybug, okay? We both know that. You like… I’m not like… I’m not her.”

It took Adrien a moment before he finally understood what Marinette was trying to say. Once he did, he started to chuckle, and without asking permission he leaned forward and hugged Marinette, placing a platonic kiss on the crown of her head. She huffed as he shifted to sit next to her again. When he placed an arm around her shoulders, Marinette tried to remain aloof, but it felt so good, so good… here were her dreams, Adrien with his arm around her, pulling her close, and finally Marintette melted a little against him.

“Okay, Marinette, here goes. You are right. I like Ladybug. A lot. Really, really, a lot.” Adrien blushed, and was glad that Marinette was not looking at him. “If you want, I can tell you all the reasons I like you as Ladybug.” He took a breath, “I also happen to like you as Marinette a lot. An awful lot. And the more I get to know you, the more I like you as Marinette too. So now what do you think?”

Marinette was silent, pressing in to him, and then she started crying even more. “But I’m so clumsy! And I’m not even very brave,” she admitted to him, against her better judgement.

“Thank goodness for that!” Adrien joked. “It would be a little embarrassing for you to be constantly outshining me *both* as Ladybug *and* as Marinette.”

Marinette sniffled, and found herself defending Cat Noir, “I don’t outshine you.”

“Well, yes, usually you do, but that’s okay. We’re a team. The Cat and Bug team.”

Through watery eyes, Marinette laughed, “The Bug and Cat team.”

“Whatever,” Adrien shrugged, winking. “The Marinette Adrien team?” he then asked.

With wide, solemn eyes, Marinette stared at Adrien. Finally, he raised his eyebrows, silently asking his question again. With a little smile, Marinette nodded. It all seemed like a dream.

“May the Adrien part of the team kiss the Marinette part of the team?”

Marinette blushed. Without thinking, she answered, “Really?” Adrien couldn’t help but laugh. Realizing what a fangirl she had sounded like, Marinette shoved at his shoulder to cover her embarrassment. He pushed back, but stopped laughing.

With a lowered voice, he said, “I’m going to take that as a yes, okay?” and then shifted around to face her. Cupping Marinette’s face in his hands, Adrien gently lowered his mouth to hers. He kept his eyes open long enough to see hers flutter close, then he closed his eyes and let all of his soul focus on the kiss. Her lips were soft and warm, and he moved over them with delicate butterfly kisses. She kissed him back shyly, until he began to nibble on her lower lip. Marinette started to lose herself in the kiss, in the beauty of being held by Adrien. Her hands crept up around his shoulders, and she made a soft, sighing humm. Adrien pulled her closer, weaving his fingers through her silky hair and angling his head to kiss her even more deeply. It was all even better than his dreams. Their hearts were racing when, minutes later, Adrien finally pulled back, knowing that he needed to stop for his own sanity. Leaning forward, he placed a kiss on Marinette’s forehead.

Adrien shifted to sit back beside her, and with a gentle tug, he got Marinette to lay her head on his shoulder. The two sat silently, panting slightly, letting their pulses settle down.

After a moment, Marinette suddenly raised her head and said, “But Adrien, aren’t you frightened that I don’t like Cat Noir as much as you?”

His smile was pure Cat Noir when he answered, “Frightened? Psshhh! Now that you know we are one and the same person, you’ll have no need to stop yourself from falling for me as Cat Noir, too!”

With mock indignation, Marinette batted at Adrien’s shoulder. He laughed, and hauled her up onto his lap, then proceeded to kiss her forehead again, then the tip of her nose, and then… Hovering over Marinette’s lips, Adrien whispered, ”You have no idea how much I like you, MiLady. All of you.”

Before he could kiss her again, Marinette placed her hand against his cheek and replied, “Adrien, Cat Noir, I am so, so happy.” Then, she reached up and pulled his lips to hers.

When Alya finally found them, she yelped. “Omigod, omigod, omigod…!” she repeated.

Later, telling the story to Nino, Alya swore that when they looked up at her, they both had stars in their eyes. “Uh, Mme Bustier sent me to find you,” Alya explained, once she had gotten her voice back. “But, uh, I can tell her I couldn’t find you, if you want?” She sounded almost hopeful.

Adrien lazily pulled away from Marinette, and gazed into her jewel-blue eyes. The last thing he wanted was to return to class, but he knew that they had to sooner or later. They both took a few deep breaths to calm their racing hearts, and after a moment Adrien smiled jauntily and said, “You’ve got to be kitten me, that we have to go back to class?”

Marinette grinned back at him and said, “If we don’t go soon, you know Alya will bug us.”

Adrien raised his eyebrows in approval, then added, “Yeah, she’ll probably plagg us to death if we don’t come now.” He leaned down and rubbed his nose against Marinette’s in an Eskimo kiss.

The two laughed, as Alya stood there, mouth agape. Marinette pushed herself off of Adrien’s lap, then stood, and held out her hand to help Adrien up. He grabbed it, and did not let it go once he was standing.

As they followed Alya back to class, Marinette glanced at Adrien, her brow furrowed and a slight frown on her face. Just as they walked into the classroom, her face cleared into a bright, mischievous grin. Turning towards Adrien she whispered, “And Nino? I tikki will also be amazed.”

The stern look Mme Bustier shot them did nothing to silence the explosion of laughter that bound together their hearts.

The End (by JJ Sprinkle)

I hope you liked my story! It was so fun writing it! Here is a link to my next MLB ‘reveal’ story: https://simplejjs.tumblr.com/post/169184516520/love-reveals-part-1

Here is a link to my first MLB ‘reveal’ story: https://simplejjs.tumblr.com/post/166535026000/chapter-1-of-my-reveal

#MLB #Miraculous Ladybug #Ladybug #Cat Noir #reveal #kiss #LadyNoir #Adrienette #Plagg #Tikki

78 notes · View notes

yourbestmasks · 7 years

Note

can i request akira,ryuji, ann and makoto, dealing with a blind s/o? like those little things that we see in movies the blind person slowly touching their face to "see" them, and this s/o is also a phantom thief, but they can see because of their persona who works like a sonar(you can think of mitsuru on p3) and the format i want is hc ok?

I decided to combine these two requests together since they’re talking about the same topic!

I’ll be having fun with this one, time for some fluffiness and possibly epicness from the blind S/O.

I spent a bit of time researching more information on the blind, I hope this is accurate!

NOTE: I wanted to write S/O’s awakening to their Persona first since I won’t write new awakening scenes with each character.

NOTE2: THIS IS GOING TO BE LONG, GRAB A SNACK MY BOI

S/O’s awakening:

Even though they’re blind, they were able to and actually had a cellular phone of their own.

They mostly had to memorize the layout of the keypad. with some assistive technologies and built-in accessible functionalities, they were able to use the mobile phone to a certain extent.

It’s no surprise that this S/O knew the Phantom Thieves already, not their true Identity, but just them as “friends”. they wouldn’t reveal themselves to anyone else.

One day, S/O received a message.

They weren’t able to read what it said without some kind of technological advanced A.I. reading it for them.

“Mementos.” The message said.

They could feel the change in the atmosphere approaching, the air feels different, their body feels heavy, the sounds of people talking were replaced by eerie gushes of wind.

They had no choice but to shout out and call anyone, it seems they’re getting no reply.

The phone doesn’t seem to be working, they can’t find the keypad and all the built-in assistive technologies they prepared doesn’t seem to be functioning anymore.

They were walking around, they could feel the marble tiles underneath, mixed in with what seems to be.. veins..?

They slipped and hit the ground underneath, where they could feel the texture of rails.

“I-is this a station..? It’s awfully quite..”

They were walking around the place endlessly, S/O completely lost their common sense.

They couldn’t understand why the rails would have so many turns and dead-ends, and they could’ve sworn there was something similar to a large, locked metal door.

They kept shouting names, calling out to someone who would be out there. but all they were greeted with were faint sounds of humans screaming.. or was it singing?

Before they heard a growl from behind, they were frightened.

They screamed as the growl grew harder, they could feel the pressure of heavy footsteps the unknown entity was making, breaking through the wind and making a run for S/O.

That’s when they heard a voice in their head…

“You’ve made me wait long enough.”

“Darkness serves a purpose, to show us that there is redemption through Chaos.”

“But you mustn’t keep your eyes closed evermore.”

“You are only as blind as you want to be, we only see the world as we are, not as how it is.”

“Now, open them. see the world as I perceive it!”

S/O tears the mask at this point, and when they open their eyes, they can see what they thought was someone else, but it turns out it’s them.

They couldn’t believe it, they were seeing the world from their persona’s Eyes. but could still feel their actual body.

That’s when they screamed, seeing the hideous scenery around them.

They decided to confront their friends about the message in their phone, that’s when the others revealed their true identities. and S/O joined the Phantom Thieves as a secondary Navi.

Akira:

He first met S/O at Leblanc, who came in for a hot cup of coffee.

They were walking with a crane, examining the surroundings and listening intently to the sounds around them.

Sojiro helps S/O sits down, and grabs them a cup of coffee without asking what they’d like to have.

Akira figured Sojiro knew the customer, and when he questioned him about it after they left, he replied: “They’re blind”.

Akira made a note to pay extra attention the next time they visit.

When they did, he’s the one who rushed to help them.

Gently grabbing them and helping them find the way without talking.

“You’re not Sakura-san, are you?” They said.

“How did you know?” Akira replied.

“When you pay attention to your other senses, you can recognize anything almost immediately. the way you walk, the way you held me, your touch.”

Akira was fascinated by how perceptive S/O was, and offered them a free cup of coffee, it’s all on him.

He introduced them to the Phantom Thieves after a while, they all were very friendly and welcoming, which made S/O feel at home.

As the days went by, he paid them much attention. helping S/O get in the coffee shop and memorizing the time-period of their visits.

S/O grew comfortable around him, and they were able to recognize him just by a touch of his hand.

Akira questioned the way he behaved around them, he knew it wasn’t sympathy that drove him to do all these things.

Plus, he believes a disability is not something you should pity people for, it’ll only make them feel worse.

He knew he had loved them, and to his surprise, they were the same.

S/O would gently feel his glasses, take them off and wear them as if they can see. Akira loves it when they do that.

he thinks they look cute with glasses.

and even though S/O’s vision is almost dark, they were able to catch glimpses of his face. how beautiful Akira’s face is.

The only time they’re truly ever able to grasp the beauty of Akira’s face is in the Metaverse, where they can see him clearly.

He always smiles at S/O’s Persona whenever they do something outstanding, knowing that S/O’s the one who’s gonna see it.

Ryuji:

This baby boy met his S/O during the training back in the track team.

He’d notice an odd person sitting on the grass fields while he and his team were running around.

He had no Idea what they were looking at, sometimes, they seemed to look intently at him, following his traces. and other times, they just looked at some random point in the sky and smiled.

They were there day after day, even the days he wasn’t training. he couldn’t help but wonder “What the ‘eff is up with them?”

So one day, he decides to confront them. and to his surprise, they weren’t looking at him while they were talking. when he asked what they’re doing here every day, they simply replied with “I enjoy my senses.”

He was confused but realized there’s something wrong with their eyes.

S/O giggled quietly, and proceeded to say “I’m blind if you’re wondering.”

That’s when it hit him, he felt embarrassed for doubting a blind person of having a crush on him or something.

It was actually the opposite, he was the one who grew a crush on them.

No one had to confess, they both felt love for each other and before they even know it, they’re already in a relationship.

He’ll always be extra careful when it comes to S/O, He’ll carefully help them find the way.

But more than anything, he enjoys carrying them on his back.

He’ll work extra hard on his body, making sure that he’ll always be strong enough to protect S/O.

S/O likes feeling Ryuji’s face, they feel the strong jawline of his. and his smooth but hard cheeks. They’ll touch his face slowly until they’re satisfied. but somehow the heat from his face progressively gets higher.

We all know the boy is blushing.

He enjoys S/O’s gentle and affectionate touch, caressing his cheeks softly.

even though S/O sometimes gets annoyed by Ryuji’s constant attention, they can’t help but let him be.

Ryuji understands that they don’t need him because they’re independent, but when he’s around them, he’s insistent on doing everything for them.

In the Metaverse, he couldn’t get used to fighting without looking at them.

Sometimes, he gets hurt just because he took a glance and “checked on them”.

The other Phantom Thieves scold him for being so worried about them, and keep reminding him they can see with their Persona in the metaverse

He’ll always talk to S/O directly, and they can see him through their Persona. sometimes, they wish they’d just take a long good look at his face from the front.

Yusuke:

Their blind S/O was an artist, but not your ordinary type of artists.

They’d touch, hear, and feel the things then proceed to draw them on a canvas as to how they perceive it would look like.

Their paintings were very abstract, but they always get rejected by the museum or the art exhibit. saying the art is too basic or too bad.

Yusuke couldn’t help his curiosity, he went on to talk to them about why they’re so persistent on drawing.

That’s when he figured out they were Blind, which just made him far more interested. These paintings looked good, especially for someone who’s completely blind.

He tried his best to help them get into the art exhibit but to no avail.

He kept contacting S/O until they came on terms as working on partners, or even something more than that.

They accepted each other and loved each other to death.

He promised to help them create a piece that could get a place in a museum.

he sympathizes with the fact that they cannot see the beauty of this world but envies them by how self-aware they are, and how their senses are on a superior level.

He’ll describe the object to his best abilities, using the more advanced vocabulary out there. Assuming S/O knows of shapes.

He’ll grab their hands and move them around the canvas, telling them to fix that and do this.

S/O likes grabbing his hands, they’re smooth to the touch.

With time, S/O gets used to hand movements, and are now moving them around as if Yusuke was with them.

He’d waste more of his tight budget to secure their happiness, and the phantom thieves end up paying for his food.

In battle, He’s actually glad they could finally see.

The two of them occasionally go to Mementos, where they paint.

and he shows them the paintings they’ve created while they’re blind.

He’ll treat them the same he treats normal people, just with slightly more gentleness, he doesn’t want S/O feeling shame from their disability.

Ann:

She definitely was friends with S/O ever since they were little.

She never abandoned them and defended S/O whenever someone made fun of their disability.

She enjoys how profoundly detailed they are when it comes to tasting desserts.

It’s as if they have some kind of super-sensory powers.

They’ll critique the flavor, the texture, and all the other factors in extreme details. and they’re always accurate.

She feels they’re as insulted by overcompensating kindness, as by judgment. so she refrains from being too kind.

She speaks to them in a normal language, using her body to visualize and connect with them. even though they can’t see, S/O can feel Ann’s constant movements.

S/O enjoys being spoken to in this manner, Ann makes them feel completely “Normal”.

She appreciates how aware they are of their environment, and how much they can feel her love for them.

When she kisses them, they describe how that felt in profound details.

She can’t help but blush, they completely changed her insights on how life is. and she realized losing your sight makes you appreciate what you have left.

She’ll always think of S/O when she models, she feels empowered by the idea of showing emotions and giving off a positive Aura instead of looking good.

She’ll always show S/O her model pictures, and describe them to her best abilities. she succeeded in getting this far thanks to them after all.

In the Metaverse, they were quite surprised by how sexy good looking she is.

She couldn’t believe they could finally see her, and she’ll always depend on them & Futaba when it comes to navigation.

She always gets freaked out by the Idea of having your eyes on another body, hence why she compliments S/O for being so brave. It’s not their choice.

Makoto:

Being the honor student in the school, and the president of the student council, She is obligated to help each and every student.

One of the students, in particular, was a Blind one, and Makoto had to help them study many of the subjects.

A lot of teachers and students spread rumors about them, a delinquent, a criminal, and now a blind? Where is this school going to?

After hearing all that, Makoto did her best to be there for S/O. she was always ready to help even outside of school.

she’d read the texts for them, and inform the teachers to go easy on them behind their back.

She’d ask if S/O needs help, instead of forcing it on them.

She’d be completely honest with them, if they made a mistake she’ll scold, so they won’t repeat it again.

But she’ll be reassuring when scolding them, she doesn’t want to be too harsh. she loves them after all.

she understands they are as responsive and as engaging with the environment as any other human being.

If they succeed, she’ll congratulate and celebrate with them in an enticing way, but that doesn’t mean S/O gets to relax.

Soon after, she’ll start working hard with S/O towards achieving greater things, one of them being the perfect relationship between them.

In the metaverse, she’ll lecture S/O about how things work almost every time. It became a habit of hers.

Any mistakes S/O makes will not be tolerated. They can finally see and sense in extraordinary levels thanks to their disability fused with their Persona’s capabilities. And she’s afraid they might get injured.

In battle, she will accordingly wait for S/O’s opinion on the matter.

She’ll be trusting them very much, and she’ll do anything they say. no matter how reckless it may be.

She believes in the blind’s judgment, sometimes, she feels like their disability made them a better person than anyone else.

#P5 #Persona 5 headcanons #p5 headcanons #Persona 5 #Akira kurusu #Akira x s/o #ryuji x s/o #ryuji sakamoto #Yusuke kitagawa #yusuke x s/o #ann takamaki #ann x s/o #makoto nijima #makoto x s/o #blind s/o #s/o with persona #this is too long

195 notes · View notes

katekatharos · 7 years

Text

I’ve just finished the Haikyuu!! anime and I’m full of feeeeeeeelings and its all @lunarflares and @rageprufrock‘s faults and I need to babble, so SPOILERS for all the anime under the cut

GENERAL THINGS I LOVE

They are all such DUMB BOYS and the show and everyone agrees with you, just lol yes they are so DUMB isn’t it wonderful and IT IS. Wonderful dumb volleyball idiots.

There is no ‘Evil Team’ which deserves to be defeated! All the teams have their own reasons for playing, they all have different styles of playing, they all want to win, and that’s all okay! There isn’t a single character who deliberately aims to injure the opposing players! Wow!!

All the setters are so pretty.

It’s very very much about the teams, not beating individual aces, even Shirotorizawa whose style is BUILT around the unbeatable ace - that’s the team’s style.

They are all friends!! (Except Oikawa > Kageyama lol) but there is so much of the different teams helping and supporting each other its great!

TEAMS I LOVE

KARASUNO!! Dumb murder of mobbing crows from the concrete <3 I mean I’m boring I do tend to love the protagonist team but I love Karasuno SO much.

I love that their all dumb friends and support each other and their academic idiot volleyball geniuses and get snacks after practice together and everything.

I love that they work super super hard and lose SO MUCH so by the end of season three their victory feels well and truly earned. There’s very little ‘I have honed this amazing technique in isolation and will now pull it out for the first time in an official match and shock my own teammates’. When that kinda thing does happen it’s usually because Hinata has misunderstood simple instructions and done something impossible XD

I love that for long stretches of time Hinata isn’t even in the match and that’s okay because its the TEAM who are the protagonists they all have amazing stories and victories.

I love in the second season when they started to get a reputation and they walk into the sports centre and everyone is murmuring about how amazing they are and they are still ULTRA EMBARASSING STUPID DORKS.

Sawamura: Solid dependable captain type who you doesn’t really stand out but when he’s gone BOY do you notice!! He’s so good, he’s such a good boy, he’s so good at keeping these idiots pointing in the same direction and happy and healthy and a TEAM.

Sugawara: I fell in the love with him when he made that awful face as he slammed the gym doors on Hinata and Kageyama. C: He’s so mature and gracious and cedes his place as official setter to a genius first year because it is the right thing for the team, and of course it’s difficult and he struggles with it but he copes and goes out of his way to hammer basic social interaction into Kageyama’s dumb head. (Contrast: Oikawa :D) But he’s not just forgotten! And every time he’s on the court it’s a game changer and he’s amazing and I’m always SO HAPPY when the three third years are playing together!!!

Asahi: Big scary fraidy cat anxious ace <3 <3 so big. so soft.

Tanaka: Boring wannabe punk character destined to be overshadowed.... was my first reaction but NO he is so ridiculous and so good and a really, really strong player in his own right (I wish I had quarter of his mental toughness) and he cares SO MUCH about all his team and every time he makes a scary face I cackle especially when Daichi immediately tells him to stop it.

Nishinoya: He keeps sneaky up on me and stabbing me with how awesome he is - just so super confident and dependable

Ennoshita: interchangeable forgettable second year comes out of nowhere and hits you in the feels. Also wow they are actually doing succession planning? Awesome!

Hinata: bouncy dumb ball of scary overpowering sunshine. I really love his evolution, for refusing to stick to what works 90% of the time and for taking control - I love that the big emotional moment was Hinata trusting Kageyama enough to jump with his eyes closed but that wasn’t enough, he wanted to have control as well, and that caused them to fall out but then they rebuilt their trust stronger as EQUAL PARTNERS.

Kageyama: awkward boy. Everytime he thanks another team member and apologises or asks for feedback on a toss I clap because baby well done you have grown so much.

Tsukishima: I didn’t much like him at first - boring obligatory bully character - but now I WILL FIGHT FOR HIM omg such a precious string bean omg his backstory with his brother is so painfully realistic and the way he holds himself back from fully engaging because it will just hurt more that way when you loose OUCH THAT IS HITTING WAY TOO CLOSE TO HOME SHOW THANK YOU but in season three when he just. goes for it. wow. (and his brother is adorable and ridiculous)

Yamaguchi: Boring minion bully NO amazing precious friend who works so hard and I think his serve in the first Seijoh game was the most stressful, painful moment in the series, even more than Hinata’s failed match point and then his five points in the second game just *Flails hands*

Shimizu: Amazing. Wonderful. I love that she is treated as just as important a member of the team, that she is just as committed as the other third years, I love that she recruits her tiny manager and just OPENS up and smiles and chats with her and is such a good friend.

Yachi: Tiny lesbian! Tiny anxious nerd! Who is so scared and grows so much and who makes fantastic posters which ENABLE THE CLUB TO ACTUALLY DO STUFF.

Sensei and Coach: So good and SO MARRIED it’s not just me who thinks that right?

SEIJOH!!! oh man I am still so sad. I’m so happy for Karasuno but so sad Seijoh who never got to go to the nationals and more importantly didn’t get to beat Shiratorizawa.

I love that they’re the main antagonist team for the first half of the series but they are the team of zero geniuses and TEAMWORK and TRUSTING EACH OTHER and BRINGING OUT THE BEST IN EACH OTHER.

When they stole Oikawa’s catch phrase from him I made a literal cooing noise it was embarrassing.

Like, their first match they made me want Seijoh to win which is awesome, and then their second match I STILL wanted Seijoh to win despite also wanting Karasuno to win, it’s so hard.

I love Sugawara in part for his grace in dealing with his genius kouhai but I love Oikawa for THE EXACT OPPOSITE REASON (lets be honest I’d be Oikawa but I’d cope with it even less well and probably just go away and cry.)

I love that he’s a brat and childish and self-centred and is smug and gloats horribly and has a disgusting personality but that’s he's also empathetic and strives to bring out the best in others, that he developed those skills because they would get him what he wanted (victory) not out of an innate selflessness but that his faith and trust in his team are no less real for that. I love that he is not a genius but is someone geniuses admire/ are scared of.

I love that is so elegant and pretty when he plays and yet pulls them most awful faces.

I love he was the only one we didn’t see cry at the end of the second Seijoh match and gave Iwa-chan the thump across his shoulders.

I love his and Iwa-chan’s relationship (I’ve heard Iwa-chan so much I cannot now remember Iwa-chan’s real name) I love that Iwa-chan was the one to stop him from self-destructing when he went to hit baby Kageyama (ouch!!) and basically bullied him into being a better person and gave him his life philosophy. I love that Oikawa seemed to decide to deal with all his negative feelings towards Kageyama by just being as childish as possible towards him.

I ADORE him turning up to watch the final match and wanting neither of them to win and refusing to stay to watch the award ceremony, but still kind of begrudgingly claiming

I HOPE HE AND IWA CHAN GO ON TO PLAY LOTS OF VOLLEYBALL AND HE GETS A CHANCE TO DEFEAT USHIWAKA IN A MATCH I just really want him to be able to defeat Ushiwaka in a match okay :(

ALL THE TOKYO TEAMS I love them all

Bullshit things I now want

I’m having flashbacks to Prince of Tennis but now I really want a good Warring States era AU urghhhhh

That dumb anime only PoT arc where every single team went to that Japan training camp? I want that, I want every single team being dorks.

For some reason I really want an AU where Oikawa (and Iwa-chan) did go to Shirtorizawa and Oikawa and their demon coach basically made war on each other for three years because wow clash of styles it would be a complete disaster and amazing.

Final thing is, I really really can’t ship Kageyama and Hinata? I look at all the fic for them and every summary includes the bit Kageyama and/or Hinata realises they FEEL something for their team mate and I just go NOPE, too OOC. I literally cannot imagine either of them having enough braincells/self-awareness to notice anything outside volleyball.

I have this mental imagine of Kageyama and Hinata rolling all over the floor tangled up together and screaming at each other and the rest of the team is looking sidelong at Sugawara and he glares back at them to say “I know I’m the team Mum but I draw the line at explaining to my kouhai why they get tingly feelings in their pants when they do this.”

And because Sugawara won’t explain their emotions to them they never figure it out.

#haikyuu!!#haikyu #karasuno #seijoh #oikawa #because I somehow ended up talking about him the most

1 note · View note

watchtheworldburn · 7 years

Text

Midnight Stalker (M)

Rated M for mature themes | Trigger warning: minor psychological abuse

Prologue

Despite his lip and eyebrow being pierced, and the multiple rings on his ears, his face still screamed innocence. His skin was milky white and unblemished, his eyebrows a sandy blond. His lips were unnaturally red, compared to any other guy I’d seen. His cat-like eyes were tinted with eyeshadow and liner, beneath his lids were pale blue eyes. His hair was many shades darker. Both, I figured, were artificial. Koreans don’t have blue eyes... His face was like that of a porcelain doll’s, untouched by anything impure. His shoulders were broad beneath his white shirt and black vest. Someone whispered that he dressed like a 21st Century pirate. The new boy remained silent and still as the teacher introduced him, before politely lecturing him about hair dye and piercings. After that first day though his eyes and lips remained unnaturally pigmented, while his hair was bleached and his facial piercings were left at home. It was almost unreal to me, how he radiated of beauty like a model, instead of a 19-year-old student. The stoic look and lack of dialogue didn't help the living doll impression either. His gaze fell straight ahead, but every so often I noticed it drifting to Melita, one of few girls making googly eyes over him.

Justin sat at the back of the room, one seat behind Melita and I watched her body pivot as he moved to take his seat. The initial curiosity of the other students died down after a day or so, but not for me. There was something about him that seemed...off. He was unusually quiet. Everyone assumed he knew English, as he had chosen to come to a school with minimal diversity and didn’t appear to struggle when writing down his answers on the board or on paper. He never raised his hand, which I originally thought had to do with the fact that he didn’t understand anything, but from the few assignments I’d peeked over at, he was doing as well as me, if not better.

Was he just shy? There had to be more to it than that. He actively avoided people. In the front of the school, in the cafeteria, he was always by himself. I’d glance over and see people offer to sit with him, but he’d smile and shake his head. What was it with him? I mean, I considered myself to be a loner and I at least had one friend.

He loved to draw though. That was what Melita and I discovered when we went out for lunch one day a couple weeks into the school year. Justin sat under a large tree with a sketch pad. He didn’t appear to be drawing anyone nearby, just someone from memory. He’d drawn the figure with her back facing him, her head turned to the side, smiling. We asked him who it was, to which he simply answered, “my muse”. Melita thought it was adorable; I thought it sounded pretentious.

Up until that point, I still couldn’t pinpoint what it was about him that wasn’t sitting with me right...but I didn’t like it.

Part 1: Justin

It was a cool day for September, just one more sign that summer was over. I woke up to my alarm feeling stiff. I was on my back, my head propped up against the pillow that was squished against the headboard, my arms in some odd position above my head. That’s gonna hurt later…I mentally groaned.

I sat up slowly and turned off the alarm before slipping into a tank top and pair of shorts.

When I looked in the mirror, I was met with a grim face as I brushed my teeth. I stared down the bags under my eyes. My hair was matted and took a few brushes to look decent. I was starting to hate that I’d agree to do this because apparently sharing homeroom and walking home together every day wasn’t enough time for two friends to spend together. This school year, Melita and I decided we would meet once a week before school as well to hang out in the music room. But I loved her, so I was willing to suffer.

I walked through the front gate of the school, still yawning. Part of my brain had begun bargaining to just skip the morning and go back to bed. Melita was already in front of the school, her light brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, a bright smile on her face. We greeted each other and went inside with the plan to make a quick stop at our lockers. The school was, unsurprisingly, deserted, the halls echoing each of our footsteps. What did come as a mild shock was seeing Justin leaning against Melita’s locker. Did he know that was hers? Was he waiting for her? Why was he there so early in the first place? His baggy jean jacket was open, his blonde hair falling in front of his face as he stared down at his phone.

I felt Melita cling to my side like a giant magnet, her face mostly hidden behind my shoulder. She wasn’t scared, this I knew. She was too busy metaphorically drooling. Since day one whenever she saw him, she’d freeze up and stare at him, only to go on about just “how cute” he was, once he was no longer in earshot.

“Why don’t you talk to him?” I asked, undoing my lock with my freehand. Melita gasped softly, her grip tightening on my arm.

“Talk to him?” She repeated as if the idea were something preposterous.

“Well, yeah. You’re gonna have to eventually if you want to get into your locker.” I said, trying to shrug my arm free. “Now will you let go, so I can get my binder?”

Melita sighed and let go. I could hear her feet drag as she slumped over to her locker. I pulled my binder for first period from the shelf in my locker, noting the increasing chips in the pale, blue paint. I leant against the next locker over. I realised I’d begun staring at the inside of my locker door. Below the dollar-store mirror were pictures of various female rappers that I admired. I was trying not to eavesdrop on their conversation since I couldn’t care less. But at some point, I heard Melita gasp again and I assumed Justin smiled or breathed or something. Melita and I have very different tastes, I reminded myself.

I shut my locker and thankfully, Justin was already gone. Melita stood with a red rose in her hands and stars in her eyes. I tapped my friend on the shoulder.

“Chelsea, he gave me a rose! Can you believe it?” She exclaimed excitedly.

“You asked him to move from your locker so he gave you rose?” I deadpanned. “That’s odd. Now, are you gonna get your stuff or not?”

“I am, I am,” she giggled.

When we finally got to class after the bell, there was a gift on Melita’s desk. It was a small container of shredded dried squid, tied with a purple ribbon. There was a note on top that read: These are your favourite, right?

“Who’s it from?” I asked, getting my pencil case. More kids filed in, increasing the volume, to the point where we nearly had to shout.

“I don’t know!” Melita exclaimed happily. “Did you do this? You know my birthday passed already, right?”

As much as I wanted to take credit, I was not that organised. I had to wonder who it was since not many people knew about Melita’s favourite snack. What was more bizarre was when more gifts started showing up for Melita. First the squid, then a small, stuffed teddy bear, then a small basket of strawberries, and then a handful of colourful paper cranes. While I wasn’t sure how he would know exactly what she liked, it started to become abundantly clear that the new boy was behind these gifts. He was usually the first one in class, he smiled and winked whenever Melita glanced over her shoulder, and he sometimes delivered these gifts by hand.

I wanted to believe this was all out of the goodness of his heart, I really did. It wasn’t until we started running into him outside of school that he started to seem suspicious. Normally I wouldn’t judge someone for wanting a life outside of school, but since this guy appeared to have no social presence to speak of, it was odd that he would go to bars and clubs to sit or stand alone.

We would go to the mall and Justin would be standing across from us at the fountain. We would be joint babysitting a neighbourhood kid, Justin would be walking his dog on a similar route. I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt; maybe he lived nearby. He and Melita took a lot of the same classes, it must have been safe to assume they liked a lot of the same things, hence why I kept seeing his doll-like face everywhere.

I decided to bring up my suspicion to her after we met Justin in one of the parks near her house where he ‘just happened’ to pick a rose on the way for her. Melita blushed and smiled, her eyes bright and sparkly. My heart sank. There was no way she would take what I was about to say lightly. In an effort to keep my friend happy, I gently suggested that something might be up. She told me not to worry, but it wasn’t enough. I didn’t know what Justin’s endgame was with Melita, but I knew one thing was for sure: I definitely didn’t trust him.

***

Our homeroom teacher announced a partner assignment in which we had to make a presentation based on arguments for both sides of debate topics we had to choose from. Melita and I locked eyes immediately. We always worked together; we hated group work, but we knew how to accommodate for each other’s learning styles and work efficiently. Let us pick our groups, let us pick our groups, let us pick our groups. I chanted in my head as Mr. Laeviculus handed out the assignment. To my dismay, Melita was paired with Justin, and I was stuck with a girl named Hailey.

The class broke off into groups and a petite girl with short brown hair came and sat in the empty place next to me.

“’Kay which question do you wanna do?” She asked opening a comic book. I later found she was much more interested in the comic book than the assignment.

“Doesn’t matter,” I muttered. We decided to go with the topic of whether the death penalty was an acceptable punishment for crimes and we I came up with arguments for both sides. Despite the extra work, I assumed I would have to do, I couldn’t help but be distracted but the pair sitting not too far from us. Justin and Melita were laughing and I couldn’t help but feel left out. I’d give anything to switch places with Justin. When the bell rang, all I heard about was how he was ‘so cute’, as I packed up my things.

“I feel like you need to find a new adjective to describe him…” I said, tugging my friend up from her seat. “Come on, you don’t want to be late for your next class. We’re still on for lunch, right?”

“Sure,” Melita grinned. If there was one advantage to this whole boy-craze thing, it was that it kept her in high spirits.

I sat through my next class drumming my black fingernails on the desk. The period passed slowly and I was thankful when I could finally escape for lunch. I made a bee-line for my locker, where Melita and I usually sat for lunch. I unzipped my bag and took out the container of leftovers from the night before. I waited, periodically checking my phone, but Melita never came. I frowned and finished my lunch, later learning that she had spent the hour in the music room writing in her diary.

The next couple weeks carried out more or less the same: we’d go to class, work separately and then she’d want to sit alone with Justin. She claimed it was so they could continue to work on the assignment, but I knew better. Unfortunately, she used this excuse to not walk home with me on certain days too. On one of the days, I convinced her to walk home with me, I explained my frustration in not getting to see her as much.

“Aw, Chels. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were jealous of him,” Melita teased, nudging me in the side.

“I am not.” I scoffed. “I just…Be careful, is all…”

“Careful? Why?” Melita tilted her head in confusion. Her brown hair was down today and resting over her shoulders.

“I mean, I don’t trust him.” I corrected myself.

“Why not? What’d he ever do to you?” She asked defensively. Melita stopped walking and turned to me, one thin arm on her hip. Jeez, you’re not his mom, I thought to myself.

“Think,” I told her. “He shows up out of nowhere and he suddenly knows everything that will make you happy? And haven’t you noticed he’s everywhere? He’s in all your classes and he just happens to do all the same things as us in our free time?”

Melita frowned. “So, we have common interests. What’s the harm in that?”

“Look, all I’m saying is there are just way too many coincidences for there to not be something going on here…” I said, massaging my temples.

“I think you just need to get to know him more,” Melita pouted. I hated when she made that face. It made her look even more like a child.

“Hey...” I murmured, placing my hand on her petite shoulder. Melita continued to pout, avoiding eye contact. After having stayed at school longer, the sun was beginning to set, casting shadows across Melita’s face.

“Just be—” I paused as I heard something rustle in the bushes. I glanced over at the large hedge not too far behind. The rustle came again and I swore I saw a pair of eyes staring back at me…two, sickeningly familiar eyes.

“Uh, Chels..?” Melita waved a hand in front of my face. “What is it?”

“Nothing, just be careful okay?” I sighed softly. Melita nodded and we walked the rest of the way to her house before I went home. I wondered if I should have mentioned what I saw to Melita. Since I knew I was already walking on thin ice with her for speaking so critically of the boy she was crushing on.

She soon started going out with Justin and I regretted not speaking up about the stalking incident. The two were happily joined at the hip day in and day out. My hands balled into fists whenever I saw them. I cursed his pretty-boy face—he hadn’t just stolen my friend, he changed her. Melita kept worrying about her looks, especially her weight. Additionally, Justin guarded her like a hawk. The two walked everywhere together and if anyone stared at Melita, Justin would give them an icy glare right back. He was given detention on more than one occasion for starting fights with people who tried flirting with his girlfriend. Lunches, after school, before school, too. I had no chance of spending time with my friend anymore. It wasn’t long before Melita skipped up to me with the “happy” news.

“Chelsea, Chelsea, Chelsea! Guess who’s getting married!”

Does the universe hate me?

Part 2: Melita

It was a morning in late October when I woke up with my body all contorted again. My alarm squawked at me like a robotic parrot until I had the energy to reach over and feel for it. By some stroke of irony, I knocked my phone off my nightstand and the alarm continued. I sat up, my head starting to throb. My mouth felt dry as I shoved my toothbrush into my mouth and I wondered if the bags under my eyes were becoming permanent fixtures on my face, as I stared at the zombie in the mirror.

I texted Melita to ask if she wanted to hang out in the music room before school, for old time’s sake, since Justin had been routinely giving her rides in his fancy schmancy limo.

I scraped together a lunch from the little food that was in the fridge and checked my phone…no response. Hm…that’s odd, I thought to myself. Melita and I didn’t text very often, but when we did she usually got back to me right away. Maybe she left already and just had her phone off…or maybe she was ignoring me because he was with her. I shook that thought from my head. Melita had been my friend since we were kids, she wouldn’t just ditch me for some guy…she wouldn’t…

The walk to school was chilly and I constantly found myself tugging my leather jacket tighter around my body. I checked my phone every few minutes…still nothing. I was starting to worry. I walked through the front doors of the school, entering the empty hallway. I half expected Justin to be lingering somewhere, waiting for Melita, but even he was nowhere to be seen. The music room was deserted, the lights off. Where is she?

I went back towards my locker and decided to call. The phone rang once, twice, three times, and soon went to voicemail. Did she forget to charge her phone or something? I leant against my locker, sliding down to sit on the ground. My legs were shivering slightly as I pulled them to my chest. There was a sinking feeling in my stomach.

Melita’s seat was empty in first period and I knew something had to be wrong. Melita was a model student. She got good marks and she had a near perfect attendance. As far as I knew she wasn’t sick and it wasn’t like her to skip. So, when the second period bell went, I gathered my things and went to her house.

Strangely enough, the door was unlocked and I stepped inside, calling out that it was me. A loud wailing came from upstairs. I glanced around briefly around the room. Nothing looked out of order; the furniture was still in place.

“Ms. Chang?” I called jogging up the stairs. There were three bedrooms in that hallway. The crying seemed to be coming from Melita’s room. I pushed open the door to see Ms. Chang knelt at the side of Melita’s bed, weeping. The bed was empty.

“What happened?” I asked softly.

“She’s gone…” her mother sobbed. My eyes widened.

“How long has she been missing?” I asked, trying to help Melita’s mother off the ground and onto the bed. The woman’s round face was red and puffier than usual. Her jet-black hair was tied back into a messy bun and she appeared to still be in her pyjamas. Much like my own parents, Melita’s mother was normally at work early in the morning. She must have been taking the day off, to be home to notice her daughter was missing.

“What if she ran away?” Ms. Chang asked in a semi-panicked voice. The woman blew her nose. I shook my head.

“No, that isn’t like her. She must have been kidnapped…” I started looking around for clues. The window was closed, the pop star posters were still hanging on the lilac walls, the closet was closed and all her clothes were tucked away in drawers. The bed was the only thing that was remotely disorderly. Based on the surroundings, it was unlikely that anyone had broken in and kidnapped her. It honestly looked like she just got up and left.

“My baby has been kidnapped? But how? When? I would have heard it.” Ms. Chang began sobbing again. This doesn’t make any sense I thought to myself. Where would she go? And why? Why would she have any reason to leave when she has everything going for her here? I continued looking for a sign, something to tell me that my friend was still the person I thought she was … And then it hit me, her diary. I started lifting pillows, stuffed animals, looking in her nightstand until I finally found it in her pillow case. Melita wrote in her diary religiously and would never run away without taking it with her.

“I think you should file a police report,” I told Ms. Chang, hiding the diary behind my back, not that she was paying much attention to me anyway. “I think I know who did it.”

“Who?”

“Justin.”

“Justin?” Ms. Chang echoed me. “But he’s such a nice boy—you mean he..?”

“Yes, and I’m going to prove it,” I said getting off the bed and heading back down the hall. I knew there was something wrong with him and from what I’d seen, all the clues pointed to him. He had Melita wrapped around his finger, if he wanted to lead her out into the middle of nowhere unsuspectedly, he could’ve.

“Wait, what?” Ms. Chang called after me. “Chelsea?”

“Go to the police station and file a missing person’s report,” I called back as I shoved the diary into my bag. The police in this town were not very reliable. I didn’t trust them to be able to do their jobs. They would probably just read the diary, conclude Melita ran away because she was madly in love and stop looking for her after a week. For all intense of purposes, the missing report was the last resort. I was going to solve this thing myself.

The police arrived at the school the next morning to question some of the students. I answered each of their questions honestly, making sure to hammer home that this was unlike her and that Melita had no reason to run away. But I already knew the cards were stacked against me since barely any of the students knew her and the ones that did were convinced she ran way. I was able to corner Justin on his way back to class, after giving his statement.

“Hey, what did you with her?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. Justin turned to face me.

“With who?” He asked innocently.

“With Melita.” I snapped. “I know you did something with her!”

Justin’s hands were tucked in his pockets and I noticed his posture wasn’t as straight as normal. I found myself examining his facial expressions, searching for some sign of remorse. Who am I kidding? He probably doesn’t feel guilt; he’s probably proud. Just a twitch in his lips was all I needed to confirm my suspicion. He knows I know, so why doesn’t he just give it up already?

“What?” Justin blinked at me.

My eyes narrowed. “You know what I’m talking about. Your girlfriend, the one you keep tabs on 24/7, is missing. What did you do with her?”

“Whoa, hey. I have no idea what happened to her, okay?” Justin’s eyes widened slightly, his hands up in surrender. I’ll give him one thing I thought. He’s certainly a good actor. My hands balled into fists, my face heating up. I was trying not to yell, but I could barely contain my anger.

“Right, you’ve been stalking for weeks, and I’m just supposed to believe you know absolutely nothing?” It was then that I noticed I’d been backing him into a locker. “You’re obsessed with her!” I said, my finger jabbing his chest. A few kids had stopped in the hallway to stare at us, but I didn’t care.

“Look, I know nothing. Maybe you should hold off on your accusations before you get some real evidence.” Justin said, leaning towards me. I swear his voice makes my blood boil. “If I didn’t know any better, I would guess that you’re jealous of our relationship.” He said flashing the long-anticipated smirk. “Now if you’ll excuse me.” He turned and walked back to class just as the bell rang.

“Hey!” I called after him, as a wave of students blocked my view.

***

Monday, Sept. 19th

He’s sooooooooooooooooo cute! Oh my god. Words cannot express how cute he is. So Chels and I went to school early, like we do on Mondays so we can hang out in the music room before class, and Justin was waiting at my locker! Oh my god, I was so shy and awkward and I probably made a fool of myself... Anyways, Chelsea went to the bathroom and then Justin gave me a rose and he told me I looked cute. Can you believe it?? A hot guy thinks I’m cute!

I’m writing this at lunch while he’s playing the piano for me, how romantic is that? Well, it’s not really for me, I snuck in while he was playing—and oh my god … he’s not that good, but he’s still trying. Maybe he can play for our vocal class. How I would love to sing while a handsome man played the piano.

Melita’s writing made me want to roll my eyes after every paragraph, but I had to power through. I was determined to find something worthwhile.

Thursday, Sept. 29th

He’s started following me home … At first, I thought that maybe we lived in the same area, but if that was the case, why does he hide in the bushes when I turn around? I think he believes he’s being clever. Silly Justin; blonde hair doesn’t camouflage behind a green hedge. Maybe this is just a game of hide n’ seek and I’m supposed to find him?

I wonder if he knows I’ve noticed yet? I’m kind of too scared to tell him, though. If it was anyone else, there might be something wrong here, but he likes me. As long as it’s him, it’s alright, right? He’s just worried about me. He just wants to make sure I get home safe. Yeah…that must be it…what am I even worried about?

It occurred to be that this was something I probably should’ve taken to the police, but I couldn’t help but worry that if I did, the diary would be confiscated as evidence and I’d never be able to see it again. I’d effectively be removed from the case and I wasn’t going to let that happen.

Friday, Sept. 30th

JUSTIN’S TAKING ME TO THE DANCE! JUSTIN’S TAKING ME TO THE DANCE! Did I mention Justin’s taking me to the dance?? I’M SO EXCITED!! I went by LBD the other day, and I already know what dress I want! It’s white, with a sweetheart top, and it’s sparkly eeeee! I’m going as an angel. I’m so happy!!

I skipped ahead a few pages. I wasn’t skimming my best friend’s diary to hear about dresses for a Halloween dance. Go back to the stuff about how your boyfriend’s messed up! I thought to myself.

Tuesday, Oct. 4th

Justin wants me to lose 5 lbs.… I mean, I was considering getting a bit into shape at some point. Guess this is a good excuse to start now. After all, I don’t want any lumps on the sides of my dress. I should ask mom to get more lettuce the next time she goes shopping—and maybe I’ll pass on dinner tonight. Heh, Chelsea hit me when I told her that.

“Damn right, I hit you. You were being stupid!” I sighed to myself and kept reading.

But she doesn’t understand…Justin really likes me. I’m sure he knows what’s best for me. Besides, it's 5 lbs. What’s the harm anyway? And plus… I can’t complain… I can’t make him angry—I mean I don’t know what’ll happen if I do, but I don’t want to find out. Bad things happen when I make people angry…It’s best if I just stay on his good side. I have a good thing going, here…I don’t want to lose it. I can’t tell Chelsea any of this. I know she doesn’t understand. She just tells me that he’s “controlling”, but I know he isn’t. He’s really sweet once you get to know him. And he calls me his love, isn’t that adorable?? He means the world to me right now… I don’t want to disappoint him.

No wonder she wasn’t talking to me. I had to give her one thing, though, she was right. I didn’t understand the appeal in having a boyfriend/fiancé that was so controlling and, oh yeah, stalking me!

Wednesday, Oct. 5th

This is so weird…and I don’t know if it’s real or if I’m imagining it, but I think Justin might be breaking into my room at night. I’m sure that must sound insane…no, it must be insane… Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, I see a shadowy figure hovering over my bed. I never see its face, and have always associated it with dreaming but…maybe? No, it can’t be… that wouldn’t make any sense…But I swear, sometimes just as I’m about to sleep, I hear someone whisper “my love” into my ear, as large arms embrace my body. It terrifies me, not because it may be him, but because I have no idea what’s real and what isn’t anymore…not after the lights go out. I’m sure if I told anyone this I’d be called crazy. And I’m sure if I then said that as a lonely person, “I’ve always longed for a midnight stalker, who comes through the window to see me off to sleep”, I’d be labelled just the same… I don’t know. There’s something kind of romantic about it; if it’s real.

Friday, Oct. 7th

The poor thing…he’s so lonely. Chelsea apparently yelled at him for leaving presents on my desk today and I’m so mad. He just wants to be loved…he just wants to feel appreciated. Why can’t she see that? Why can’t she cut him some slack? He hasn’t done anything to her. I love her, but she needs to get over herself. Justin’s a good guy. He’s incredibly selfless and kindhearted. And who can blame him for being a hopeless romantic? He was talking to me about his parents this afternoon…and how they’re never around. He told me everyone leaves him at some point. I felt so bad. I wish I could have been there for him sooner… I promised him I would never leave his side. He loves me… I know he’s worth it.

I continued reading whenever I had free time, including during some meals. Some entries were long in detail and I cringed at having to read about her fantasies with Justin, but I knew there was more to be discovered. A couple weeks into the month, her entries began mentioning running away with Justin. He’s got her brainwashed…that’s the only explanation.

Monday, Oct. 17th

This must be the happiest day of my life. I can’t believe the sweetest guy on earth asked me to marry him. So you know how excited I was about the dance? Multiply that by infinity because AHH I’m so happy!! Of course, I said ‘yes’, a million times yes. Spending every day with him is not enough, I want to spend the rest of my life with him too! He tells me he’ll do anything for me. No one’s ever told me that before. Last night he told me he would die for me… How did I get so lucky??

Tuesday, Oct. 18th

I’m so scared right now… I think someone just broke into my house. I just heard someone trying to open the front door … I thought it was my mom at first, but I think they picked the lock. I’m hiding under my blanket with a flashlight because I’m too scared to have the overhead light on. I can hear them coming up the stairs—oh my god I hope they don’t come into my room. I need to turn off my flashlight. If I die, tell Justin I love him.

Weeks after her initial disappearance, the “missing” posters were all torn down. The school seemed to stop caring and eventually forgot altogether. I was losing hope. Talking to my classmates was useless. I’d open my mouth and before I got a word in they’d be lecturing me about how I needed to stop spreading false accusations and that I was “harassing” Justin. The diary contained clues that pointed to Justin’s involvement, but it still appeared as if Melita had run away on her own. The last entry was something big, but it wasn’t definitive evidence that it was Justin who broke in.

I felt dead in the water. I had no idea where she was or how to find her. I was starting to question why I decided to take this on in the first place, and why I didn’t just hand the diary over to the police. Since I proved to be just as useless as them.

The weather was still chilly, with the occasional rainy day. It was on one of the dry days that I decided to ride my bike to school to shorten the trip in the cold. After the final bell went, I unlocked my bike from the fence and walked it to the corner. The skies were dark and cloudy, the air carrying an earthy aroma. I zipped my jacket up to shield myself from the oncoming wind. My hands were drier than normal as I clutched the handlebars on my bike. There was a car parked across the street from where I was standing, a black limo. I knew exactly who that belonged to.

I leant my bike against the fence again and ducked behind a nearby bush. I wasn’t sure if Justin was keeping her captive in his home or some other secret hideout, but if I at least knew where he lived, that was a start. Soon enough, the boy emerged from the crowd of students out front and got into the back seat of the car.

I hoped on my bike as the car pulled out and followed them down the street. The limo was going the opposite direction from home and I knew I would probably have to apologise to my mom for coming home late—but this was important.

It wasn’t long before it began to rain and then pour. The rain water quickly soaked through my jacket but I didn’t have time to stop and take it off. I peddled faster, staying roughly the span of another car behind the limo. It was easy to blend in the busier streets, I just had to keep my eyes on the one fancy car. The limo finally drove out into the middle of nowhere—because of course, he lived out in the middle of nowhere. To add to the growing stack of clichés, not in my favor, the path had gone from pavement to dirt. The rain continued to pour and I started feeling paranoid about the muddy ground. At some point, the driver must have seen me trailing behind because the vehicle then sped ahead and I had to peddle twice as fast as I already was just to keep up.

I kept up for as long as I could, my lungs and legs burning. My knuckles were white from gripping the handle bars so tight, my eyes squinting to see through the rain. My clothes were soaked and clinging to my skin, I could barely feel the pelting rain at the rate I was moving. The limo sped up again, the tires spraying muddy water as it drove through a puddle. I continued to peddle, my calves were screaming.

The limo then turned a sharp corner and I tried to follow my front tire slipped in the mud and skidded to the side, throwing me off my bike. I rolled across the dirt as the lime, groaning in pain. I looked up as the limo sped off. My legs were scraped through the rips in my jeans and my entire front was covered in mud but I would run if I had to. Unfortunately, the limo was long gone from sight.

I stood up slowly, my body finally feeling the effects of peddling so fast for so long. After all that, I decided it was better to walk my bike back…at least until I was on pavement again. When I arrived back home, I examined my cuts in the bathroom mirror and bandaged myself up. Afterwards, I tossed everything I was wearing into the laundry. Next time I would be more prepared.

Part 3: Chelsea

Justin was absent the next day at school. It worried me, not because he might be at home guarding Melita, but because he might have skipped the country already before I could turn him into the police. The day progressed slower than normal and I often found myself drumming on my desk, anxiously. I had a plan: after school, I’d do my best to navigate my way back to Justin’s house and break Melita free with the hedge trimmers I snuck into my backpack. I wasn’t sure what Melita would be tied with, but I highly doubted she would be allowed to roam free. Otherwise, she would have run already. Ah, who am I kidding? She’d probably be too in love to leave, anyway.

When the long-anticipated bell rang, I jogged out the front door and unlocked my bike. Unfortunately, I couldn’t remember exactly where I’d gone, but I knew the general direction and I knew that once I found that dirt road, I was on the right track.

Much to my surprise, the weather held up and I was able to ride towards his house with ease. I peddled through the streets until I came to the same dirt road (which was surprisingly much easier to see with the sun out). The houses were spread out, separated by large bodies of grass and trees. The grass looked healthy and well groomed, despite the size of land—damn rich people, I thought as I continued down the path.

Justin’s house was at the end of a long gravel path, in front of which was a small garden, surrounding a white fountain in the middle. The house itself had to be twice the size of mine, with two large, white columns on either side of the door. With the exception of the columns and porch, the house was largely built of red brick with ivy growing along the sides.

It occurred to me then that Justin probably wouldn’t be pleased to see me, ergo it wasn’t wise to simply waltz up to his doorstep and try and get invited in. I was going to have to find another way in. To my surprise, there was a window open on the far side of the house. I hide my bike in some nearby bushes and tugged the window open enough to slip through.

What I assumed was a living room was both large and gorgeous, with several fancy chairs and couches. There was a fire place, framed with a white mantle. The floor had a wood finish, with rugs under the furniture. There was even a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I made my way through the room, trying to keep my footsteps as quiet as possible. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for, but I knew that if I were a kidnapper, I would keep my kidnapee somewhere where there were no windows. I went through a couple more rooms that carried the same magazine quality as the first. While I was pretty sure Justin wasn’t even home, I was starting to get the sickening feeling that I had been wrong about him. What if Melita wasn’t in his home and I was only wasting my time risking getting caught breaking and entering?

Just as I was about to give up and go home, one particular door caught my eye. It was only open a crack, but no light could be seen from behind it, unlike the other doorways. At first, I thought it was a closet, but then upon opening it, I saw that it lead to a staircase into the darkness.

I took out my phone to use as a flashlight; I was going to call Melita’s mother and then the police. I made my way down the stone steps.

At the bottom of the steps, there was a large room, lit only by candles. There was a love seat in the far corner of the room, beside which was a large bed. There was a small girl with long dark hair, chained to the wall. Her pale body was curled in a fetal position against the wall, her hair draping her bony arms.

“Melita…” the words barely left my lips above a whisper. Her head snapped in my direction before immediately shielding her eyes from the light. I turned the flashlight off and ran to her side. I was at a loss for words…moreover, I couldn’t believe I was right.

Melita’s tiny limbs were trembling as she peeked through her fingers at me. “Ch-Chelsea?” she said softly. “W-why are you here?”

“I’m rescuing you from a psychopath,” I said as I pulled the hedge trimmers out of my bag. Melita flinched at first, and then relaxed when she saw that I was going for the chain.

“Y-you can’t be here…” her voice sounded old and tired, hardly like that of a young girl’s. She sat still when I attempted to cut the chain. I still couldn’t believe he’d shackled her to the wall of a dungeon instead of handcuffing her to a bed (that would have been way easier).

“Well, I am, and I’m not leaving here without you,” I said firmly. The hedge trimmers were next to useless on the metal chain and I started to worry. I hadn’t accounted for extra time in the physically-freeing process—if Justin were to walk down at that moment and I would be screwed.

“Why?” she whispered. “I don’t deserve this...” she looked up at me, her bangs falling in her eyes. She looked like a lost child. “He told me you hated me... that you were glad I was gone...” she continued, softly.

“What? Why would I be glad you were gone?” I frowned going back to cutting the chain. “You've been my best friend since Elementary school.” The trimmers continued to snap shut, merely scratching the surface of the metal. I clenched the handles tighter. “You shouldn’t listen. He was lying to you.” I muttered, trying to cut the chain faster.

“He loves me. He would never lie to me.” Her voice cracked

The trimmers snapped shut again and I found myself hitting the trimmers against the wall in frustration. “He kidnapped you!

“He was trying to protect me!” Melita shouted back.

“He’s crazy!”

There was a loud crash from behind us. My head snapped towards the doorway where Justin was standing, a tray of broken glass at his feet.

“You...” he growled, pointing at me. “How did you get in here?” Justin stepped over the glass to me, lifting me up by the shirt.

“Whoa, hey—oh wow you’re really strong!” I said as I was pulled to my feet. The candles casted eerie shadows over his face as he scowled. I had to get out of the basement and call the police while I still had him in one place.

“Don’t hurt her!” I heard Melita cry from behind me as she yanked on her chain.

“Nothing can stand in the way of my love for you. She must be eliminated.”

“I don’t think so,” I said using his moment of distractions to whack him over the head with the hedge trimmers. Justin cried out in pain, clutching his head and I scrambled towards the door. I was able to get signal halfway up the stairs. Ms. Chang picked up after the first ring.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Chang no time to talk—call the police! Justin has your daughter!” I shouted. I gave her the address and pressed that she hurry. Justin growled again like a monster out of a comic book, charging after me. I bolted the rest of the way up the stairs but he caught my ankle, pulling my leg out from under me. I fell, having the wind knocked out of me as my torso hit the tile. I turned on my back, swinging my other leg up, which he only caught as well, dragging my body down the rest out the way. I cried, my phone still clutched tightly in my hand.

“Chelsea!? What’s going on??”

“Ms. Chang call the police—get off the phone and call the police right now!” I shrieked throwing the phone right at Justin’s head. Man, I’ve got good aim today. I smirked, kicking my legs free. I sprung up and pushed him down to the ground.

“Mom?” Melita shouted, continuing to yank on her chain. “Mom!”

“My baby!” Ms. Chang cried over the line. I went to get the phone again but Justin caught one of my arms pulling me down with him. He rolled over on top of me, pinning my wrists.

“Hang up and call the police!!” I shrieked, squirming violently beneath him. We continued wrestling and I managed to get on top long enough to get up and run back up the stairs. I made it to one of the living rooms. I dashed through the room, knocking over as much furniture as I could. I wasn’t sure I could outrun him, so I had to create as many barriers as possible.

“Come back here!” Justin shouted hurdling over the few obstacles I was strong enough to move into place. My heart was pounding in my ears as I heard him gaining on me. The hedge trimmers in his hand.

My heart skipped a beat and I scrambled into the next room. It appeared to a kitchen, with a long wooden table with several chairs on each side. This room seemed to be the farthest I could go towards that side of the house. I looked around frantically, trying to figure out which direction to run next. Where’d he go?

I suddenly felt something hard hit the back of my head. I stumbled forward into the table, my nails digging into the surface as I tried to hold myself up. My head throbbed as I turned onto my back, his strong hand clutching my throat. I could feel my pulse in my ears again as I tried desperately to pull his hand away. Justin looked down at me, smirking.

“No one can stand in between me and my love.” He said bringing the hedge trimmers dangerously close to my head. I gasped, squirming under him—it was ad if he’d suddenly gotten twice as strong. I felt my stamina diminish; I wasn’t sure how much longer I could do this.

“If you hurt me... it’ll only add to your sentence,” I managed to say, using my last bit of strength to dig my nails into his arm. His grip tightened again. “You’ll be locked up for good. You won’t be able to see your love again-”

Justin raised the trimmers above his head. I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing that I’d black out any second if I didn’t feel the strike to my skull first.

Then, by some stroke of luck, I heard sirens in the distance. I heard Justin curse under his breath as he dropped the trimmers. One of the handles hit my head before falling on the table. Justin let go of me before bolting from the kitchen and climbed out the nearest window.

It was then that my legs gave out and I collapsed on to the floor, massaging my sore neck and jaw. The police busted through the front door within minutes.

Melita was later cut free and I held her in my arms in the car ride back to her house. Her slender fingers clutched my shirt as she cried softly. The police weren't able to catch him...just as I suspected. I was just glad my friend was finally safe...

#short story #kidnapping #yandere #male yandere #danger #dangerous romance #angst #crime #stalking #cautionary tale #infatuation #emotional abuse

9 notes · View notes