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whoreiaki-kakyoin · 3 years

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Alt-bacchio Headcanons- Alt/Punk Abbacchio x Gender Neutral Reader

I’m still majorly brainrotting for Abbacchio as the hot older brother of your best friend Narancia? So enjoy some thoughts I keep having. (For reference, I got the idea for 1. Abbacchio's general look/vibe and 2. the older brother type dynamic from this awesome comic by gaminegay)

You and Narancia are good friends, probably having met through school or at mutual hangout spots. I imagine you both being at least college age, with you a little older than Narancia and Abbacchio a few years older than you

One day, you come over, and Abbacchio answers the door, silver hair tied back, headphones slung around his neck, lipstick and eyeliner and several piercings in his ears, and you think you might swoon. He acts indifferent, but you don’t miss the quick once-over he gives you as he grunts out a, “you’re Narancia’s friend? Well come in, then, he’s upstairs.”

“Okay, what the fuck, you never told me you had a brother!”

“Eh, yeah, we're not blood related, but Leone's a good big bro. He’s a pain in the ass sometimes, but he’s pretty chill.”

Leone usually excuses himself with an eye roll when Narancia is having friends over? Just does his own thing? Yet after you come over one day and he gets a glimpse of you, suddenly he hangs around more

Narancia goes to point this out (genuinely not intending anything by it, he just thinks it’s weird), and Abbacchio roughly elbows him in the side mid-sentence to shut him up

“Why are you even hanging around so much, you usually hate being around when my friends are ov— OW!” “No, I don’t, stop being a brat.”

He gives you a wolfish smile when he sees you’re blushing after that. Narancia is too busy cursing out his brother to notice.

Sometimes he’ll come in with his hair tied up in a messy bun and wearing a tight tank top after a workout and…. You really do try your best not to let Narancia catch you staring

Because honestly, you feel a little guilty. Nara’s one of your best friends, and wouldn’t he think it’s gross if he found out you had the hots for his older brother?

But it’s not like he’s that much older. Only a few years. So maybe it wouldn’t be weird? No, best to forget it, you’re overthinking.

But that doesn't stop your heart from skipping a beat when Leone leans over you to grab a blanket on movie night or a video game controller if he’s joining you two for a game. Does this bastard honestly have to sit right next to you on the couch? There’s plenty of room!

Leone does not care. You’re so cute when he leans over you so that his chest is almost pressed against you… trying to hide the way your breath catches in your throat and keep from blushing. He’ll give you a casual shrug and a grin after, or a gravelly “sorry, doll” as he bites back a smirk and you try your best not to short circuit

I so think modern au/big brother Abba is into alt/punk types of fashion, so naturally it led to the thought that he plays in a punk band. He’s a bassist, but he probably does the occasional vocal feature, too. This means his fingertips are callused when they brush against yours mmm 👀

One time you come over when Narancia’s running late and Abbacchio is in the basement/the garage/whatever practicing with his band. When he lets you in, he tells you his brother isn’t home but that you’re welcome to hang while they practice. (You start coming over early now and then just for an excuse to watch)

Usually Leone shrugs off compliments about his playing, but when he asks, “so, what did you think, [bella/bello]?” And you excitedly tell him how great the band sounds, “and you especially!” he can’t help grinning and even blushing a bit.

Unbeknownst to you, his bandmates tease him ruthlessly because he always brushes off any groupies who try to flirt with him or compliment his music, yet here he is asking what you think of their songs, suggesting that you come check out their shows, even reaching around your back to guide your hands as he shows you how to play a few chords on his bass. And Abbacchio never lets anyone touch his bass.

“Like this, see? You want your fingers curved a bit over the fretboard, like this… yeah, exactly.” Seriously, Abbacchio repositioning and guiding your fingers, coaxing them to bend the right way with his steady hands as you feel his warm breath on your neck when he laughs. Fuck.

Sometimes the others will ask if his [girlfriend/boyfriend] is coming to practice to watch him blush as he snaps that he doesn’t know what they’re talking about because you aren’t dating.

Leone makes it a goal to flirt with you and sneak little looks or touches when Narancia’s back is turned, and it drives you crazy. It’s almost a little game to him to get you breathless and watch you blush

He has to get by you in the kitchen? His hand will linger on your waist and give a little squeeze. Sometimes he’ll scoot behind you in tighter spaces so he’s pressed right up against your ass for a moment

You feel zero remorse then when you wear something more revealing or do your makeup in a way that catches his eye.

“You look…. Really good today, [y/n]”

“Ew, gross, Leone, [he’s/she’s/they’re] too young for you!” “Shut up.” You blush as you tell Narancia that it's fine, really, and it was actually pretty sweet.

Play fighting for the “good” video game controller, Abbacchio using his long arms to hold it high over your head as you climb into his lap without even thinking to get a better reach. Suddenly you’re both much more focused on the compromising position, you straddling him and your faces inches apart. You stare at each other for a beat or two before you hear Narancia coming back in and shimmy off his lap. You get your ass kicked in whatever you’re playing because your brain is still rebooting from whatever the hell just happened.

You start shivering during a movie night and try to act like you’re not cold? He’s trying to act casual as he rolls his eyes and offers part of the blanket he’s using with a gruff “here.” You scoot closer to snuggle up under the blanket, but you’re more focused on the smell of his cologne and his shampoo than the movie now.

Bonus points if you end up in a really close position as you both get comfy and sleepy. Your head lolling onto his chest as you blink groggily and swear that you’re not sleepy? Excellent. Narancia will tease you if you fall asleep on each other. Expect photos.

If you show up to one of Abbacchio's shows? Pushing your way to the front row wearing some cute alt/punk look? God his heart is gonna stop right there

If he has a vocal feature on anything they’re playing that night, he will be singing straight to you.

Maybe, just maybe, he seeks you out after their set, pinning you up against the wall and making out with you. He gets black lipstick smeared all over you

Before you both sit down and talk about what it actually is you’re both doing and feeling, expect a few makeout sessions when Narancia isn’t home— Abbacchio pulling you into his lap and kissing you breathless.

When you eventually do tell Narancia you might be interested in Leone and you think he might feel the same, your friend just rolls his eyes. “Finally. Now you two can stop eye fucking across the room, it’s disgusting.”

But he’s smiling when he says that and he’s seriously happy for you guys. Once he’s certain of his brother’s intentions towards you, he’s entirely on board. You’re two of his favorite people in the world, and as long as you’re good to each other and you’re both happy, it’s fine by him

Once you’re officially dating, Abbacchio makes sure to get a good luck kiss from you before every concert.

Anyway, I wish I could draw because Abbacchio wearing ripped up black jeans with a chain or two… punk bassist Abbacchio who has plenty of piercings, maybe even a tongue piercing? He lives in my brain rent free and I want to make it everyone’s problem because I refuse to thirst alone

#I keep debating learning how to draw for set designs/costume sketches for plays #but plot twist what if I learn so I can draw Abbacchio as your hot alt boyfriend. Altbacchio if you will.#leone abbacchio x reader #leone abbacchio #abbacchio x reader #laur's writing #headcanons #altbacchio #Abbacchio 🖋✨

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helgabatwrittings · 3 years

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When your world comes crashing down don't cry

Chapter 2: Running

AO3

He glanced once again at Adrien, who was still staring right ahead, frozen in some kind of spell that has been affecting him for almost a week now. He wasn’t even writing down anything, in his somehow simultaneously messy and tidy notes. And Adrien always participated in Physics class. He would bounce his leg in excitement while quickly solving all the different problems assigned to them, making Nino wonder, more than once, if he was one of those genius kids he sometimes read about on the internet. But now? He was just staring, the only sign of life from him were the occasional trembling sighs and the subtle shakiness of his hands.

Nino was absolutely certain that something was going on with his best friend. If he were to describe the major shift in Adrien’s behaviour from last week to this one in just one word, he would choose the word “slow”. Everything Adrien did now was slower than anything he had seen from the boy. The way he would take a couple of seconds to answer whatever Nino asked him, how he would trail behind him and the girls when they walked together through the halls of the school, the time Adrien took to look him in the eyes as if he was gathering the courage to do so.

Something was wrong and Nino, no matter how hard he tried, didn’t seem to be going anywhere in finding out what… in trying to help his best friend…

His leg was bouncing up and down, both in frustration and anxiety. Something was very wrong with Adrien, and he kept pretending he was fine! Even now, when Adrien was clearly pretending to be paying attention to class, Nino could tell that he was nowhere near that classroom. Heck! Even Miss Mendeleiev could tell it by the worried and subtle glances she kept throwing at Adrien. So yeah, this was serious if even Miss Mendeleiev was concerned.

The class was silent, except for the occasional whispers that could be heard, it was usually quiet, due to the strict style Miss Mendeleiev loved to adopt, so it’s not like anything was out of place. Nino looked around. Kim was subtlety passing a note to Alix who sat in front of him, while Max kept writing down the Gravity formulas that were on the blackboard. Rose and Juleka were quietly whispering between them, shy blushes and soft giggles could be observed if one was attentive enough. Nathaniel kept his head bowed down, probably drawing some doodles for his comic.

Nino looked behind him, noticing that Marinette’s eyes were completely fixed at the back of his bro’s head, her face twisted with the same concerned frown Nino was probably sporting as well. Alya noticed him staring and smiled adoringly at him to which he answered with a smile of his own.

Like he had read Nino’s mind, Adrien finally moved his head, looking down at his hands, and quickly shoved them under the desk.

Nino knew that this lesson was of extreme importance for their test next week. He knew that, and he also knew that unlike the blond sitting right beside him, he sucked at physics, so he really should be absorbing every piece of wisdom Miss Mendeleiev was sharing with them. But no matter how much he tried, his eyes couldn’t drift from the still image of his best friend. Even his blinks were slow, and… wait a second… Nino’s eyes narrowed to better focus on a small detail they caught. Was that powder on Adrien’s face? Was Adrien wearing make-up? He only wore make-up when he was trying to hide the tiredness on his face, it was always applied so lightly that it was almost imperceptible, but this one was obvious, it was so so obvious…

Something was definitely going on…

Riiiiiiiiiiiing

Nino jumped in his seat. The class was officially over, and he didn’t listen to a single word Miss Mendeleiev had said. He was so screwed for next week test…

He started packing all his stuff into his backpack, while Adrien just stood there, still frozen in the same spell that had overtaken him during class. When Nino finally tore his gaze away from his bro, he saw Alya and Marinette standing right in front of their desk, Marinette was frowning at Adrien, her face was pensive as if trying to come up for an explanation to Adrien’s odd behaviour, while Alya started to snap her fingers right in front of his face.

“Earth to Sunshine!” She called. Nino saw him slowly raise his head in Alya’s direction, seemingly looking past her.

Nino raised his hand to rest on Adrien’s shoulder, which made the other boy flinch and jump in his seat like a scared cat, he immediately retracted his hand. “Hey, dude, is everything okay?” He finally asked.

Green eyes suddenly turned to him, misty and full of sorrow, and Nino finally saw the mask crumbling down. He finally saw the exhaustion emanating in huge waves from Adrien’s inner core.

Adrien then snapped his head in Marinette’s direction, then Alya’s, then Nino’s again. He suddenly stood, and haphazardly shoved all the scattered papers and books inside his messenger’s bag, “I have to go”, he muttered, and without giving them any chance to even react to his sudden burst of energy, he bolted out of the classroom.

“What was that?” Alya asked perplexed.

Nino sighed.

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The violent wind hitting his face felt like a blessing, while Adrien, now in the safety that being Chat Noir brought him, ran across the Parisian rooftops. It kept him awake, it gave him a boost of energy even though his lungs were burning, and all his muscles were screaming from the exertion.

He should have gone back to school, he still had more classes for the day, but he physically couldn’t go back to that classroom and face his friends. The memory of Alya’s, Marinette’s and Nino’s frowns was enough to make his stomach fold in itself, threatening to expel all the little contents inside.

The violent vibration coming from the impact of his baton against the rooftop quickly spread throughout his arms, furthering straining his increasingly weak muscles.

“Ladybug thinks he’s obnoxious, and she’s right!”

All his forces vanished, making him lose his grip on the baton. The velocity in which he was running made him fly across the rooftop with no support whatsoever. He crashed against the black rooftop, his body rolling over it, being only propelled by inertia.

His body finally hit the brick wall of a chimney, and even though Adrien was wearing a super-suit, and his resistance was considerably more significant than if he was untransformed, every single part of him still seemed to be protesting in pain, rendering him immobile, lying down in foetal position with his back resting against that final chimney.

Being Chat Noir used to grant him the freedom he has always craved. He was free from all the press, all the people who chased after Adrien as if they knew him better than he knew himself. He was free from all the expectations, all the demands, all the disappointed looks his father threw at him. He could be whoever he wanted as Chat Noir, and so he pretended and pretended, clowning around, because no one expected anything from him, so he was free to do whatever he wanted, to say whatever he was thinking.

All his troubles would be left behind as soon as he said the magical words, but of course, he knew that they would catch up to him eventually because he was still Adrien underneath that black mask. It was easier to pretend though. And so, he acted and acted, until the act became the person, and he didn’t know who he was anymore. Who was he kidding? He never really knew who he was.

Adrien released a shaky breath. His back was killing him, and the left side of his hip was burning. He would have to apply so much concealer to hide the bruises that have for sure started to form.

Being Chat Noir used to be a blessing in his everyday life, a getaway from being Adrien. But now? It was starting to feel more like a curse. All because of Adrien’s problems, Adrien’s inner defects have caught up to Chat Noir.

Adrien wasn’t trustworthy, he knew that from the way his parents have always pretended that his mum was perfectly fine even though she was bedridden most of the time, that last year she was still around. He knew that from how his father would still not tell him anything about what happened to her. From how they didn’t trust him around other kids, thinking he was just a porcelain doll that would break at the slightest touch. How his father still wouldn’t trust him with Nathalie’s condition. And so, because Adrien wasn’t trustworthy, and Adrien and Chat Noir were the same person, Chat Noir wasn’t trustworthy. And that was why Ladybug was hiding so much from him.

Adrien was unlovable. He could tell by the way his father looked at him, with so much disdain, as if it would be better that he was gone instead of his mother, and perhaps he was right. Perhaps everyone would be better off without him in the pic-

His ring beeped suddenly as if it was trying to stop his downward spiralling thoughts. Adrien slowly raised his hand to his eyes’ level, pondering if he really deserved to be Chat Noir.

No one seemed to like Chat Noir, no one seemed to need him. Not even Ladybug. Ladybug is amazing, she has all those other superheroes to help her, and lately, she has been relying on them more and more, rendering him useless. He didn’t even use cataclysm in some of the last missions. Heck, Rena was already giving him orders and making plans with Ladybug.

They seemed to be so close lately. Adrien wouldn’t be surprised if Ladybug decided to tell her her secret identity, before telling him. And Adrien wouldn’t really condemn her. Rena was a far more competent partner than he ever was.

His breaths started to get more frantic for the third time that day. He had lost everyone. Ladybug, Nathalie, Kagami, Chloé, even Nino. Nino was his best friend, but he hated Chat Noir, who was a part of him, so if he found out his identity, what would that mean for their friendship?

And maybe he’s being overdramatic like he’s prone to be, and Nino really was only mad because he thought Aya was cheating on him, but could Adrien really risk it? Could Adrien ever tell him his secret and risk losing him as a friend because Nino really hates Chat Noir?

He felt like he was going to throw up, the lodge in his throat seemed to be the only thing stopping it.

A sudden flash of green light enveloped him, and the pain from his fall seemed to have doubled, which interrupted the train wreck that his mind had caught itself in. The pain was good. It distracted him. It was good.

A dark shadow flew across his blurry vision, and he felt something hit his wet face.

“-rien” He squinted at the shadow that seemed to be speaking. Adrien is going crazy. He finally snapped and this is how his fractured mind is showing him just how broken it is.

“Adrien, kid, c’mon!”

Plagg was frantically waving his little paws right in from of his eyes. His leg was vibrating.

Adrien further curled in himself, shielding himself from the cold wind that was sweeping through Paris. Shielding himself from all the voices laughing at him for being the joke he is.

“Kid, please say something, blink at me, anything! Let me know you’re here!” Green eyes slowly drifted to Plagg.

“Pl-Plagg…” God, his voice was trembling so much. Speaking was taking an awfully pained effort.

“Your phone is ringing, it’s that hat boy.” Plagg was holding his phone after diving into Adrien’s pocket. “Please, Adrien, speak to someone, anyone!”

“I can’t… He hates me…” He couldn’t look at his phone. His eyes drifting everywhere but the black blob in front of him.

“He doesn’t, I promise you that he doesn’t! Please, talk to him, Adrien!” Plagg cried, further pushing the phone to his face. Nino’s face was highlighted as he tried to videocall him.

The device kept vibrating. Adrien weakly grabbed it, but it fell to the floor as if his fingers had stopped working and lost all sense of how to grip an object. It hit his leg on the way, which seemed to have softened the fall, so the phone didn’t break. His leg though had just earned one more bruise for the collection.

Adrien’s mind was too sluggish, like an old car running its last miles, that it took him a while to realise that a new voice had joined him and Plagg on the rooftop.

#miraculous fanfic #miraculous ladybug #hope you like it #suicidal thoughts #depression #adrien agreste #Nino lahiffe

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bookwormsid1015 · 3 years

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Operation: Baby Talk [1/3]

Hizashi pounds his fist against the mahogany door rapidly while Shouta and Oboro stand behind him, Shouta with his standard bored expression and Oboro with shifting, anxious feet. Beside them, a small white cloud floats drowsily with a small grocery bag full of chili bean soup and medicine inside it.

Unlike the three boys, Nemuri is already living alone in a small apartment complex a few streets away from UA High School, working two jobs to keep up with rent and her own chaotic interests. Although her independence gives them a great place to hang out to play video games on weekends, it also draws most of her attention away from them most of the week. Despite this, Nemuri has always been a punctual, upstanding student who turns in her homework on time and always makes room for friends. Nothing has ever stopped her before, and it still amazes Oboro to see her act like such an… adult.

Bottom line: Nemuri is a busy bee and it’s not uncommon to not see her for days on end. What is uncommon, however, is discovering she hasn’t been at school or internship for the past three days and apparently called off work for the next two weeks.

This knowledge has been bothering Oboro nonstop. Is she okay? Did she get hurt while on patrol with His Purple Highness? Did she get sick? Is she all alone? Her parents live in Saitama Prefecture, a whole three hours away from Musutafu. If she is sick, knowing Nemuri and her stupid habit of hoarding her burdens to herself, she didn’t tell them or anyone else. Oboro knows for a fact she didn’t tell him, Shouta or Hizashi; the only reason they know of her strange absence was through Iida Tensei, who Oboro shares his math class with.

“Oh, she called His Purple Highness and told him something came up and that she wouldn’t be coming in for a while,” Iida had told him casually. “Why? She didn’t tell you?”

It pissed Shouta and Hizashi off that Nemuri wouldn’t let them-- her best friends-- know about her getting sick, but it just worried Oboro. It took a lot of convincing, but he managed to drag them with him to the local grocery store, grab Nemuri her favorite soup and some medicine, and come all the way over here. Shouta and Hizashi kept on glancing at Oboro strangely and whispering to each other, but Oboro doesn’t understand why they would act so weird about it. He’s Nemuri’s friend! Friends are supposed to look out for each other, right?

“Nemuriiii!” Hizashi shouts through the door between rapid knocking. “I know you’re in there, I can smell hoe for miles! Open up the mcfuckin’ dooooorrr!”

Shouta lifts an unamused eyebrow at Hizashi. “Dude, what the fuck?” he deadpans, and Hizashi glares at the ravenette from over his shoulder.

“We’re friends! I’m allowed to call her a hoe.” Hizashi turns back to the door. “Nemuri! Open the DOOR!” He emphasizes “door” with a high pitched shriek, and Oboro shoves his palm into his face to stifle his snorts.

“You guys are both assholes,” Shouta grumbles, though it’s obvious he’s smiling.

The door swings open in a quick arc that slams into Hizashi’s forehead with a comical bonk. Nemuri is standing in the doorway, clad in her pajamas with baggy pink sweatpants and a white tank top with spaghetti straps. Her red glasses sit on the bridge of her nose, her deep indigo hair tied up into a short messy bun atop her head, and her tired blue eyes glare at the boys with exhausted irritation. Seeing Nemuri without her usual playful smile is surprising in and of itself, but Oboro’s sky blue eyes widen at what she’s holding against her chest with one arm.

A small baby dressed in a cute little sailor suit is leaning into her chest, snoozing quietly with one thumb in his mouth. He looks like the splitting image of Nemuri, with a matching mole under his right eye and pale skin. The only thing that differs from her is the baby’s hairstyle, which is short and curly.

Nemuri releases the door knob and readjusts her grip on the baby, still glaring at the boys. “What the fuck, guys? You couldn’t even call in advance?” she hisses at them.

Shouta and Hizashi stare between Nemuri and the baby, speechless, while Oboro’s brain turns like slow moving gears. After a solid three seconds, he suddenly utters a horrified gasp that attracts the eyes of all three friends. “Nemuri! You were pregnant?!” he shrieks.

The accusation breaks the shocked spell in an instant, and suddenly Hizashi is lying flat on his ass, howling with laughter. Even Shouta ducks his face away, trying to stifle his giggles; Nemuri narrows her eyes at Oboro pointedly.

“Oh yeah, I got pregnant and gave birth in three days. Of course I wasn’t pregnant, dipshit.” Nemuri readjusts her grip on the baby again, holding him up a little higher. “This is my older sister’s kid. Say hello to baby Haito, everyone.”

Not knowing what else to do, everyone waves at the little baby, and the baby lifts his head drowsily. When he opens his eyes, Oboro is surprised to find the baby’s eyes are a light blue that matches the hue of the sky above, with faint freckles dusting over his cheeks. Upon seeing the newcomers, the baby fusses anxiously and buries his face in Nemuri’s bust.

Nemuri’s attitude changes in an instant, from tired and angry to worried and tender. She lifts one hand to gently pat the baby’s back and she rocks him from side to side. “Shh, shh, shh. It’s okay Haito-baby. It’s okay. Auntie Nemi’s here. You’re safe with me,” she coos into his hair, and the baby’s whines quiet down. Her voice is so soft and gentle it warms Oboro’s heart just by hearing it, and he can tell Hizashi and Shouta are just as shocked by her motherly tone.

After the baby quiets down, Nemuri lifts her head to peer at her friends, suddenly tired all over again. “Sorry for being a bitch, guys. My sister and her boyfriend had to go abroad for some job interview in South Korea, and since my parents think her boyfriend is a deadbeat, they want nothing to do with him or the baby. So she gave Haito to me,” Nemuri explains, punctuating her words with a tired sigh. “I’ve had, like, no sleep for the past three days. Damn… and my rent’s due next Thursday…”

Shouta and Hizashi look between themselves, unsure of how to react. Only Oboro is willing to meet Nemuri’s eyes, and worry pangs to life in his chest at the dark bags under her eyes. “When will they be back?” he asks her.

“Hm? In about two weeks, I think,” she says, and Oboro can almost feel her invisible walls rising, guarding her from their worry. “Don’t worry, guys. I’m fine. I’ve pulled all-nighters before, this is nothing.”

“You weren’t taking care of someone’s kid, though,” Oboro gently protests. “Have you been eating anything? Anything at all?”

Nemuri pries her eyes away from his concerned stare. “I had a protein shake yesterday,” she replies stiffly.

Oboro’s brows lower into a frown. “For breakfast or dinner?” he presses.

Nemuri sighs. “Breakfast…” she mutters in response, then quickly shakes her head as a wobbly smile forces its way onto her lips. “It’s nothing. I mean it. You guys don’t have to worry about me.”

Oboro is already shaking his head. “That’s bullshit,” he tells her, and when he sees her shoulders haunching defensively, he quickly adds, “I know you can take care of yourself, but as your friend, I still worry about you. I mean, look at you! You look like you could pass out any second now!”

“I’m fine,” she replies, her tone harder this time.

Oboro stares at her incredulously. Why can’t she just let them help for once? She has it in her mind that she has to be the strong one, the responsible one. Why can’t she see that she’s a kid just like the rest of them? It frustrates him to no end, yet in the depths of his exasperation, an epiphany comes to mind.

“Why don’t I help you take care of him?” he offers, and his friends’ eyes fall on him in surprise.

“You? Help me? Take care of… a baby?” Nemuri echoes, her words slow and meticulous as if she were taking her time tasting a treat, figuring out whether she liked it or not. She glances down at the baby in her arms, then to the small cloud floating beside the taller boy, eyeing the small grocery bag full of medicine in particular. Oboro has never seen her look so… anxious before.

Assuming she’s just not used to being offered help, Oboro goes on cheerfully, “Yeah! I have a little brother, remember? I’m a pro at babysitting!” Something about his words is bothering him, the reason flapping seamlessly in the back of his mind, though Oboro can’t pin down why. He just smiles joyfully at her, hoping his smile is convincing enough.

Finally, Nemuri sighs. “Come around six tonight,” she tells him, her tone strange. “Haito usually gets fussy around dinner time.”

Oboro flashes her a thumbs up. “Bet!” he cheers.

Nemuri smiles at him, and Oboro’s heart gives an unexpected beat; somehow it feels different from her usual broad, gleaming smiles. He doesn’t have enough time to decipher it before Nemuri quickly bids them goodbye and closes the door, disappearing back into her apartment.

A long beat of silence passes between them, and Oboro doesn’t dare move his eyes away from the front door. He can feel the hot stares of Shouta and Hizashi on his back, pinning him in place like a butterfly on a bulletin board.

“Holy fucking shit. Did you just…?” Suddenly, Hizashi’s face splits apart into a bright smile, and he latches his arms around Oboro’s to shake rapidly. “Dude, I can’t believe you did that! You’re so smooth!”

Oboro blinks at him owlishly, still not comprehending what just happened. The flapping in the back of his mind is deafening, now. “Eh? What’d I do?” he asks.

Hizashi laughs loudly. “Don’t play coy with me, bro! You totally went, ‘fear not, my love. Even if this child is not mine, I shall support both you and the baby!’ That was so domestic it made me blush!” he squeals.

The puzzle pieces finally fit together in his brain, and a blush hits him with the speed of an oncoming train. Suddenly, he remembers the faint blush on her cheeks, and the tender pull of her smile. Although Nemuri is the type of person to extend a helping hand out to anyone in need, she rarely accepts help from anyone else. In spite of that, she’s letting him help her with taking care of her sister’s baby?

Oboro has no idea what expression is on his face right now.

“Oboro.” Shouta’s stern voice reaches his ears, grounding him before his brain could float into the sky like a balloon. He slowly turns to face the ravenette, and finds Shouta watching him with dark, serious eyes. “Do you have any idea what you just did?” he asks, his tone flat.

Oboro blinks slowly, his brain slow and muddled yet filled with thoughts moving at the speed of light. “I… said I’d help wit’ da baby…” he murmurs dumbly, the words feeling alien on his tongue. Shouta sighs.

The trio finally gather their wits and begin walking away from Nemuri’s doorstep. Oboro is suddenly thankful her apartment is on the first floor; he doesn’t think he has the motor skills to walk down stairs right now. “I know you said you have a little brother, but it’s been seven years since you had to change a diaper. Do you think you can handle this?” Shouta asks the taller boy, and Oboro wrings his hands together tightly.

“I mean, yeah, why not?” he replies, more so to convince himself. “Between me and Nemuri, how hard can it be?”

#Bnha #Bnha Vigilantes #Mha #Kayama Nemuri #Shirakumo Oboro #Aizawa Shouta #Yamada Hizashi #Shirakumo Oboro x Kayama Nemuri #CloudNight #Shirayama #Bnha Midnight #Loud Cloud #Eraserhead #Present Mic #Haha fuckers I told you I won't let this ship die

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sinkix · 4 years

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~ Haikyuu!! Boys baking with reader - Ft. Ushijima, Tendou, Oikawa, Hinata & Nishinoya ~

YO! SO UHHHH... I’M BACK??? I GUESS?? MAYBE??? After a little break I had this in my drafts for a while and realllyyy wanted to complete it since it’s such a cute concept. Honestly at this point my posting frequencies are so sporadic and random pls forgive me lmao.

@deathcab4daddy gave me the inspo to include Ushi and it was so funny coming up with ideas for him, he is no.1 country boi chef

Dude I’m listening to the Mario Kart soundtrack ‘Coconut Mall’ while I continue writing this someone save me. Like u think I’m joking. UR WRONG.

Ushijima:

The most straightforward yet idiotic baker you will ever come across.

Before you even THINK about performing step 1, he will read the entire fucking leaflet like it’s a Shakesperean monologue.

INGREDIENTS INCLUDED.

LIKE SIS I DIDN’T NEED TO KNOW IT CONTAINS MONOCALCIUM PHOSPHATE THANK YOU.

I’m surprised he doesn’t count every single particle in the brownie mix.

You bought him a frilly cupcake-printed apron stating ‘best wife’ not expecting him to actually wear it

But since he’s secretly a big softie and treasures anything you buy he wears it proudly.

His stoic and dignified disposition is a comical contrast to the words printed on the front lmao.

Ushi best wifey bro.

The tight fit of the apron is pretty hot since it outlines every ridge of his pecs and tightly toned torso.

Gotta resist groping your mans while stirring the brownie batter.

tbh he’s more likely to grope you, he can’t resist that a$$.

And let’s face it he’s def an ass/thigh kinda guy.

Can and will try to casually initiate some form of unholy activities by lifting you up onto the kitchen counter, goading you to slowly lick the spoon and locking gazes before pulling you in for a deep, open-mouthed kiss to get a taste of the incomplete creation himself.

Ushi’s lips and brownie batter are a knock-out combo js.

Literally has the most serious face when he’s cracking the eggs into the bowl

The amount of concentration is equivalent to that of when he’s performing a serve at match-point.

HAS to set the temperature to the EXACT degree stated on the box

Everything is done by the book if you do one thing out of place he will pull you up on it lol.

“(Y/N) you were supposed to stir it for 5 minutes, not 7.”

When its done you feed him some and he can’t help but smile its so ADORBALE AHHH.

You end up eating most of it since Ushi doesn’t strike me as much of a chocolate/junk food lover.

STILL A VERY FUN BUT F R U S T R A T I N G EXPERIENCE.

Tendou:

The complete opposite of Ushi

Does everything wrong and the unconventional way.

Absolute disaster but doesn’t even sweat it since Tendou basically thrives in chaos and the disorderly.

To him instructions are purely equivocal, will read them for five seconds then toss them away.

Step aside Gordon Ramsey, Chef Tendou is here.

Despite doing everything the unorthodox way it still comes out amazing.

Like??? how???

Will cheekily place a dollop batter on your nose then lick it off fh3jkeffefds

Or if he’s feelin’ a lil freaky, he’ll swipe it off with his long ass finger and make you suck it clean, smirking at your submission as you coat his finger with your saliva.

oop-

Constantly cracking jokes and shitty food puns, pretending to drop the bowl to make you go into preemptive cardiac arrest before you can swat him with the spatula.

While you’re waiting for the timer to ping, Satori being the schemer he is will use this as an opportunity to pull some fuckery and tease you in any way he can.

u better be praying like bodhisattva TanaNoya rn because he is MERCILESS.

Suggestive comments, the brush of his fingers against your thigh, it’ll leave you A C H I N G in frustration by the end of it.

Unholy activities aside, once your baking session is completed you finish it off by feeding PHAT forkfuls of brownie to each other and giggling like dorks when it gets all over your mouth.

The jackass actually got a fingerful and SMEARED it over your cheek and forehead, drawing a little cross and snickering when the crumbs fall onto your nose.

Tendou was smart to draw a cross bc he gonna need jesus with the ATTACK you launch on him after that, which promptly leads to an all out food war in your kitchen that neither of you want to clean up after ward.

Don’t worry though it’s Tendou, he’ll somehow find a way to make such a mundane activity fun.

Nishinoya:

stirs WAY TOO VIOLENTLY

IT’S LIKE AN ELECTRIC WHISK ON OVERDRIVE.

IT WILL SPLATTER OVER THE COUNTER, CUPBOARDS AND EVERYTHING YOU HOLD DEAR WITHIN A 1 MILE RADIUS.

You best believe he will try and eat some of the batter and you have to swat the spoon away from his mouth since he has NO REGARD FOR THE FACT HE COULD GET SALMONELLA.

Plus you know what Noya’s like once he starts eating something the whole thing will be gone in a matter of milliseconds.

He somehow managed to get Baking powder EVERYWHERE and even gave him self a little moustache with it.

The white substance kinda looked like something else but you didn’t really wanna say lmaooo.

could explain why he has so much energy all the time oK ILL STOP-

While you’re putting the mix on the tray he is SO extra and will do fancy lil swirls and over extend his arm like a swan to gracefully spread the batter

until he nearly fucking knocks it over.

During processing time since he is so excitable and impatient you best believe he’s gonna suggest a game of ping pong or something because my guy can well and truly never sit still.

ping pong match with the spatulas, kitchen island and a hard boiled egg.

Pls be careful he will rolling thunder that egg and pimp slap it so hard with the spatula it’ll damn near give you a concussion, not intentionally, but like protect your noggin. Wear a helmet.

For the remaining 5 minutes of baking time y’all just sit like kids in front of the oven and watching it rise like starved hyena’s observing it’s pray before demolishing it into sad particles of cocoa.

And lemme tell u, once the timer pings, that baking tray is free real estate for Noya. Half of your creation will be devoured before you can even put it on a plate and marvel at your handiwork.

He kicked your ass at spatula ping pong btw I’m sorry sweaty but short kings stay winning.

Oikawa:

Such a dramatic bitch like he got the whole she-bang going on.

Strapped with a pink apron, a whisk at his side and standing proudly with both hands on his hips.He is prepared like a greek gladiator going into battle.

You better believe he gonna make some snarky remarks and tease your method of doing things.

“Ah-ah-ahhh (Y/N)-chan you’re doing it all wrong, let me show you how a PRO does it.”

Proceeds to drop entire bowl on his foot and yelp like a little girl in pain.

Well and truly embarrassed with himself, you put a band-aid on his toe and he piped down after that.

Shattered big toe and mixing bowl aside, actually a really good baker??

He is a PRO at decorating, y’all decided on cupcakes since its literally his forte to make them look aesthetic and pretty.

You almost don’t wanna eat them from how good they look.

jk almost

You take it in turns breaking bits off and placing pieces into each others mouth with a loud “aaaaaahhh!”

Places a piece in your mouth, leans forward and locks lips with you in a soft, passionate kiss before pulling away and uttering the words “It tastes even better coming from your mouth ;)”

hnnnNNGGGGGGggGg.

You both whine and bicker over who cleans up after.

“You cleaaannnnn!”

“no Toru YOU clean!”

“but I made the cupcakes look pretty :(”

“not as pretty as you <3″

He did the cleaning after that.

Like just stroke his ego with some compliments and he’s whipped with a smug grin on his face for the next 30 minutes.

You decide to save the rest and bring them to his next practise.

Literally on the verge of tears when he sees you beaming and holding the platter of treats, Kiyotani mauls half of them in a matter of seconds to which Oiks gets salty over LMAO.

Hinata:

So excited oh my god he’s so precious please protect him I will CRY-

Has a little sunflower apron on and JBJKNDDDKDW IM SMILING JUST IMAGINING HIM FIDGETING IN EXCITEMENT OVER THE THOUGHT OF BAKING COOKIES.

Yes you decided on cookies bc he goes rabid for some choc chip biccies.

You have to guide him v carefully because of how easily confused and clumsy he is.

Cannot for the life of him crack the eggs without getting a quarter of the shell in the bowl so you have to do it instead.

Has a surprising amount of strength and forearm power bc holy shit boy can stir FAST.

Hums a little tune while he does it and bobs up and down with a wide grin on his face it’s so adorable, he has such a gentle singing voice I can’t-

Attempts different shapes with the batter when pouring it onto the tray but fails pretty miserably lol.

he tried ok???

Once they’re done he takes the tray out of the oven and since it was heavy, subconsciously propped it with his knee and nearly dropped the entire tray from the pain. (I’ve actually done this before when making chicken nuggets I do not advise being that brain dead)

Had to put some burn cream on the bbies knee :’((

When you decided to dig in, he handed you a cookie that looked like a crooked circle and said he tried to make that one a heart and insisted he feed it to you.

Blushed VERY hard at the moment of silence and intense eye contact while he fed it to you.

Nearly short circuited when his fingers brushed against your lips.

Moe moe x100000000000000000000000000000

You offer to do the cleaning after because he hurt himself and you didn’t wanna make him do any work, but he still offered to wipe the surfaces for you bc he’s an angel <333

literally just wanna marry him.

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kingreywrites · 4 years

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Oblivious

Fandom: Tangled

Words Count: 1781

New Dream Appreciation Week Day Six: We’re Having A Baby

Summary: Announcing her pregnancy to Eugene was, to Rapunzel's surprise, the hardest part of the process. Not because he was against it - it was the contrary, really, Eugene was like an excited puppy when they talked about starting a family - but because her husband, as sweet and loving as he could be, was the most oblivious man she had ever met.

Read on ao3

Note: Thank you so much @dreaming-in-seams for giving me the inspiration, I wouldn’t have been able to write this without your quote! (go see their art, it’s AMAZING)

@our-newdream

Announcing her pregnancy to Eugene was, to Rapunzel's surprise, the hardest part of the process. Not because he was against it - it was the contrary, really, Eugene was like an excited puppy when they talked about starting a family - but because her husband, as sweet and loving as he could be, was the most oblivious man she had ever met.

Her first attempt had been perfectly planned to be the most beautiful pregnancy reveal ever. She had waited until Eugene's Captain duties were low, had invited him to one of their classical boat date and, with Pascal's help, had bought the cutest little pair of baby shoes that she would give to Eugene as a gift - she thought the gesture adorable, and hoped he would like it too.

"Ah, Sunshine, for me?" Eugene grinned when she handed him the gift, his eyes shining under the moonlight. "You shouldn't have, really!"

He shook the box, trying to guess what was inside it and frowned when he didn't recognise the sound. Rapunzel winked at Pascal when Eugene wasn't looking, giddy and excited for the big reveal. Finally, her husband opened the box and froze, eyes comically wide as he took the little shoes in his hands.

Rapunzel held her breath, letting him time to process, and nearly started to cry when he beamed because finally, he-

"That is such a good idea!" he exclaimed, startling her. "Pascal come here!"

Before the poor chameleon could flee, Eugene grabbed him and struggled against his outraged squeaks to put on the shoes, while Rapunzel could only gap in consternation. She felt like she ought to intervene, to explain the situation but, first, then it wouldn't be the perfect reveal she had planned, and second, Eugene was laughing so hard at Pascal that a tear escaped him.

"That is the greatest gift ever Sunshine!" Eugene cracked up again, so oblivious to Pascal's glare that Rapunzel had to laugh too. "I mean look at him!"

Well. She had to admit Pascal was really cute with the little shoes on, and between her gushing over him and Eugene laughing hard enough for it to hurt, she might have forgotten her original reason for being here.

Her second attempt was more to the point. The shoes had been a cute idea but, obviously, Eugene needed a clear and unmistakable announcement of her pregnancy. She had consulted with Pascal again (once he stopped pouting at her for drawing him in shoes on her mural) and they decided that a banner would be the easiest way.

A huge banner. Spelling "WE'RE HAVING A BABY" in huge letters. There, no mistakes possible.

Maybe it wasn't as cute as the shoes, but Rapunzel painted each letter separately with love and care, and she still imagined Eugene's reaction to be the best. The way he would smile, and probably cry, and certainly hug her… She couldn't wait. She knew he was the sweetest husband and would - soon - be the best father ever, and she couldn't wait to live this new adventure with him.

She only needed to announce it first.

"This is… Perfect!" she nodded, giving Pascal a big thumbs up as she watched over the banner they hung in their room. Eugene would be coming here soon, because she had asked if they could have lunch alone in their room, and he would see the banner and they'll laugh and be happy and-

Someone knocked on the door.

"Rapunzel?" Lance called before she could even begin to frown. "Hope you're decent, I'm coming in!"

Rapunzel froze, sharing an horrified look with Pascal before throwing herself across the room, literally somersaulting above her bed to close the barely opened door on Lance's face.

"You can't!" she yelled, pushing against the door while Pascal was squeaking in panic behind her.

"What? But Rapunzel, this is important!" Lance whined dramatically. "Why won't you let me come in?"

The thing was, Rapunzel wanted Eugene to be the first person to learn about her pregnancy. (Pascal was, technically, the first one to know about it, but Eugene had to be the first person.) Honestly, she wouldn't have to announce it to him at all if she hadn't done the test while he was away on a two days mission with the Guard, because he would have been right there with her otherwise. There wasn't anyone as supportive of her as Eugene was, and she wanted to make this reveal special because she knew they would remember it all their lives. He deserved to be the first to know.

Which was why Lance, of all people, couldn't know now. Rapunzel loved him, really, but he wouldn't be able to keep this a secret for more than two minutes. At best.

"You can't Lance," Rapunzel blubbered, waving her hand in Pascal's direction to indicate that he needed to hide the banner as best as he could. "You can't because- because- Pascal's naked!"

Said Pascal squeaked indignantly as she whispered an apology but, at least, that shocked Lance silent for approximately five seconds - a personal record.

"I- I think I can bear the view, Princess," Lance said, pushing the door open right as Pascal finally managed to loosen the banner enough for each letters to fall to the ground in a heap.

She grinned nervously. Pascal grinned nervously. Lance cocked his head and thankfully decided he didn't want to ask. Instead, he asked her about the colour of the shirt he should wear for his next bro date with Eugene, the very important business he absolutely had to consult her about.

"Come on Rapunzel," he pleaded when she threw him out of her room, "you know his tastes, help a friend out! Oh, hi Eugene," he exclaimed, his voice muffled behind the door.

Rapunzel glanced at Pascal in horror, the banner still in a heap on the floor. The chameleon put on his game face, telling her that he would put it all back up if she could distract Eugene long enough.

Thankfully, she knew just the way to do that.

When he opened the door, a smile on his lips, she grabbed his Captain uniform and pulled him in a deep kiss. After a muffled yelp, Eugene melted into it, closing his eyes and his hands going to her hair as he opened his mouth to let her in. She deepened the kiss with a moan, losing herself in the softness of his lips and the warmth of his skin, nearly forgetting her original goal. Gosh, she loved him so much.

Sadly, they had to breathe at some point - but his eyes never left hers, the blush on his cheeks telling her just how much he enjoyed it.

"Well, that's a 'hello' alright Sunshine," he exhaled softly, his hand cupping her cheek. "What gives?"

"I've got a surprise for you," she smiled, and watched as he raised his gaze to the banner she knew was behind her.

She didn't turn around, wanting to see every emotions play up on his face up close. Like in her daydream, his eyes widened and, with the light of the sun, it seemed like they were glowing gold. That, and his still red lips from their kiss, and his mussed up hair - Rapunzel knew she was lucky to have the prettiest husband ever.

Then, he frowned. That wasn't in her daydreams. He glanced at her, then back at the banner, then back at her again, a puzzled look on his face.

"Gain brava… why bee?"

"What?" Rapunzel asked dumbly, before turning around and, sure enough, the banner was reading in brightly painted letters "GAIN BRAVA, WHY BEE".

Pascal was (smartly) trying to hide on the wall and Rapunzel feebly thought that maybe she should have thought that he didn't know how to read.

"I mean, that's a… uhm, good question?" Eugene added awkwardly, putting his hands on her shoulders to comfort her, even if he wasn't truly sure about what it all meant. "Why bees indeed!"

Instead of trying to salvage this, Rapunzel automatically started to sprout bee facts to try and hide her embarrassment. Eugene played along gracefully, and they still ate lunch so, all in all, it wasn't that bad she guessed.

Okay, so maybe when she said he was oblivious, she forgot she also had her bad luck to thank for the failed reveals.

Her third attempt ended up with Eugene eating the picture she put on a cake, and nearly choking on it. No, she did not want to expand on that. Nor on the fire incident of try five. And especially not on try six. They do not talk about the sixth attempt. Ever.

Maybe she just wasn't made for grand reveals.

"Hey, Eugene?" she said one night, right before they went to sleep.

"Yeah?" he hummed, slipping into the bed next to her, both of them sitting up and illuminated by the moonlight.

"We're having a baby."

Eugene was going to touch her face with a smile, until the words reached him and he froze. "We- what?"

"We're going to have a baby," Rapunzel repeated gently.

"Together?"

"I'd hope so," she laughed.

"We- you're pregnant? With a baby?" His voice cracked on the word, and his eyes were shining. "You're- We're- Sunshine!" he beamed, before hugging her so hard she lost her breath - it was okay though, she felt choked up with emotion anyway.

She knew he would be happy, but it felt even better than she imagined. Her heart was fluttering from sheer joy.

Eugene broke the hug and put his hands on her shoulders, his smile so big it probably hurt.

"We're having a baby!" he repeated, delighted. "We're gonna be Moms! No wait, Dads! No wait-!"

Rapunzel interrupted his babblings with a kiss, that he was more than eager to return. His hand went to touch her stomach and she smiled in the kiss, before covering it with her own.

"Are you freaking out?" she whispered, pressing their foreheads together.

"Maybe a little?" he exhaled with a laugh. "This is just… incredible. I love you so much, Rapunzel."

"I love you too, Eugene."

"We're gonna be," he said between kisses, both of them under their sheets now, "the best parents ever."

"Hmm the best moms you mean… or was it dads?" Rapunzel smirked.

He groaned, blushing, and she took the opportunity to push him down on the bed and get above him, revelling in the slightly flustered but definitely interested look in her husband's eyes. They had a great night ahead of them.

(Thankfully, Eugene was here in person to freak out with her the day she learnt they were expecting twins. No grand reveal needed.)

#I hope you enjoyed this!!#tbh I'm not that good with baby fics which is why I'm even more grateful with dreaming-in-seams for helping me out #thank you really :')#does Pascal know how to read? I'm going with no on that one but who knows #kinda thought that if Eugene struggled with proposals #Rapunzel should struggle with pregnancy reveals lol #tangled #New Dream Appreciation Week #Eugene Fitzherbert #Rapunzel #Pascal #and a little Lance to be happy

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catsitta · 4 years

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Your writing, especially in BotU, is just amazing! It's so poetic and flows so well! Do you have any tips for learning to write fiction? Also I've noticed in your fae focused and underworld fiction you mention so much in regards to legends and myths that reflect real ones, what kind of research do you do for this or do you already know of this/made it up?

You’re making me blush. Heh.

Alright, this going to be a long one, I got wordy.

My writing style mostly reflects how I learned to self-edit, since most of my fics are unbeta’ed. How do I do my own editing? If I find a tricky passage, I will write it how it would be spoken. While not ‘proper’ in many ways, a language when spoken aloud can tell you whether or not a phrase will sound right to the mind’s internal ear. In fact, my main advice for anyone writing anything, essay to novel, is to read it out loud whenever possible. (It also helps find and reduce typos, but if you’re a speed reader like me, you may still skip over stuff because your brain is sometimes super helpful (not) and fixes/fills in words!) Doing this will also force you look at your writing and realize that, even if it is grammatically correct, sometimes phrases will sound/look off and need to be redone.

Another tip that works for me (and is one I learned while writing essays in highschool and really embraced in my college writing courses), is to put words to a page, perfect them later. Your best solution to finishing a fic is to literally write it, then go back later and revise. That doesn’t mean there shouldn’t be structure. If you like knowing what will happen in every chapter before you start and write purposefully, that is great! But I would never get anything done if I made sure it was perfect while writing it or constantly backtracked to fix stuff before a chapter is done.

I will use my drabble fic, Handle with Care, as an example. I have 100 words dedicated to a chapter. A chapter should always inform the reader, bring up a question, answer a question or otherwise move the story and its characters forward, whether you are writing 100 words or 10,000.

[CHAPTER ONE:

“I, THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE EDGE, DEMAND TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE!”

Red rolled his eyelights as he dropped the last of the moving boxes onto the living room floor. Even trashed from the move in, this place looked better than the last. The walls had paint on them and the carpet was from this decade. Best go see what poor sap his little bro was yapping at before they got kicked out. Moving into the hallway outside the apartment, he spotted Edge and his victim. Red swallowed. It was a skeleton monster. Who looked up and winked at Red.]

(HwC had a basic framework written. As in, major keystones/plot points that needed reaching/bridging between.)

My process:

Q: What happened/needs to happen?

A: Red has just moved into a new apartment with his little brother, and while he is moving in, he meets his romantic interest for the fic. This romantic interest is his neighbor.

Q: Is the plot forwarded?

A: Yes.

Q: Is new information introduced? Is it important?

A: Red is moving in. Sans is his neighbor. Edge and Red are brothers and didn’t come from the best neighborhood previously. Edge is very outspoken.

Q: Are there questions a reader may have? Or questions being answered?

A: Why/how did Red move? Why is his little brother living with him? Who is the neighbor? What is the neighbor’s purpose relating to the MC? How old is Edge? How old is Red?

Q: Does it make the Reader think or feel? What do I want my Reader to feel?

A: While not a very emotion impacting chapter in itself, it is supposed to be a cute bit of family fluff that hints at both a future romance as well as possible conflict arising from the reasons why Red and Edge moved.

I highly encourage people to try writing a 100 word drabble fic. Whether you are an experienced writer that writes long, detailed chapters on the regular, or someone who is just starting out and is finding it hard to find the time to commit to a long fic. 100 words is challenging in that you have to use every word effectively, but I’ve personally found it relaxing and even beneficial to me as a writer. After all, if I am having a bad day and nothing is going write and words don’t make sense? Well, I only need to write 100 and then try again tomorrow. It’s good for breaking an obsessive, perfectionistic cycle where you may be impeeding your own progress by simply never finishing.

My last tip is to simply read.

Read anything and everything. You like romance and want to write romance? Read a bunch of it. Professional novels, fanfiction, poems, otome games, comics, manga...All of it. But also don’t be afraid to branch out. Every genera has different strengths. I LOVE fantasy. Traditional high fantasy with dragons and elves and knights and mages and great, cliche plots about good toppling the forces of evil. LOVE IT. And what is fantasy’s strength? World building. What is romance’s? Relationships and dialogue. The more you read, the more you subconciously pick up on diction and the tropes/feel of a genera. The most common comment I have recieved while pursuing a degree, was that I write like I read a lot. That I like to read. And it really stuck with me. Because it is rather true. You can usually tell the difference in the writing of someone who only reads because they must (or only the classics you are assigned in classes) and someone who reads for the love of reading. So be someone who writes like they love to read. Like they love language.

Now that I have rambled!

To answer your second question, my more myth based fics are always a hybrid of real mythology and stuff I’ve made up that is more cohesive with the world I’m writing about. If I am writing Undertale fanfiction, I want it to feel like Undertale fanfiction. I want to maintain certain themes and ideas, even if they don’t align with mythology.

Greek Mythology is also a lot more fixed in places than faerie lore, and thus it needs more research to stay true. While in turn, you can be wildly inventive with faerie lore. Thus with my fae fics, I draw from a wide variety of sources, mostly from memory, be it from books I have read, games I have played, or stories I have been told. (It is often easier to ‘write what you know’ after all. If you read Norse Mythology for fun, then writing a fic retelling a norse myth may be more fun for you as a writer than writing a scifi drama you have to pour tons of hours of research into.)

As a quick example:

Bride of the Underworld’s basic premise is the Abduction of Persephone myth. It is very popular in media and it has endless interpretations. Turning the Underground into the Underworld was a natural step. But I never feel the need to 100% follow the mythology to the tee. This is an Undertale fanfiction after all! So, the math lays out like this. If Frisk is Persephone and Persephone’s mother is Demeter, then Frisk’s mother should be Toriel. Toriel’s husband is Asgore, the King of Monsters, who would be a natural choice for King of Gods, and is thus, a placeholder for Zeus. But Demeter isn’t married to Zeus, one could say. No, but he is married to Hera and Toriel can also fill that roll. In the game, they are estranged, which works perfectly, in that Toriel could have/raise Frisk in private, and become the sheltered maiden that Persephone/Kore was in mythos. (Now play apples-to-apples with a wonderful AU co-creator for 50k+ words and you have a fic.)

#undertale #textpost #handle with care #bride of the underworld #writing #writing style #this is me rambling on about personal writing things if that is your jam

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miraculouscataclyyysm · 4 years

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Part 10

link to part 9

This part is about just one episode, it’s quite important to the au wich is why Iv given it it’s own part, basically, Lila becomes the peacock miraculous holder, this all takes place after feast but before the battle of the miraculous

Lila is at the Agreste mansion getting tutored by Adrian sins she’s so behind *eye roll* she sees Nathalie faint and Gabriel take the peacock brooch away from her, she follows Gabriel and sees him go into his secret evil villain layer

Later she goes up to him and straight-up says “I’d make a much better Mayura than Nathalie” Gabriel is taken back by this “ don’t try denying it, Also I know Adrian isn’t the most perceptive guy but you might wanna try hiding all of this a bit better” Gabriel would be losing his shit right now if he wasn’t so impressed by the girls confidence (Gabriel she literally just called your son and idiot and your impresses? Da fuck)

Gabriel being the stupid, evil, sadistic, terrible father that he agrees to partner with Lila and gives Lila the peace miraculous whenever she will be useful (because that’s gonna end well)

The first time he calls her in to fight she takes full advantage of the situation to cause havoc for the class, she creates a sentimonster version of Adrian, Gabriel pulls Adrian out of school for the day for a modelling gig to keep him occupied, when felix asks what’s going on Nathalie just says “Gabriel has decided to focus more on adrians career, after all hes the real Agreste heir, Gabriel needs to put in some more training time with him so you’ll be driven to school alone” felix just closes his eyes for a second to proses that verbal slap across the face and says “right, I’ll be off then” he decides to walk to school and pick Marinette up his way while Lila sends senti monster Adrian to class

Sentimonster Adrian then walks into the art room where Mari and Alix are helping out marc and nath, it starts off fine, but then at lilas command senti-Adrian switches and starts calling bath and marcs work creepy and disgusting “this isn’t art it’s basically a toned-down version of stalking? Do you really think any of Paris’s heroes wanna see your creepy drawings, this is just fan fictions...neither of you are anything special” Mari is taken back by the outburst, this doesn't seem like the Adrian she's grown to know, Alix, on the other hand, is already at boiling point “like you'd now anything about art Agreste, you have as much depth as a glass of water, and for your information ladybug as seen there comic and loves it, she even asked for a signs comply when it’s complete” “then she clearly has no taste just like i already suspected” that’s when Mari sees this can’t be Adrian “Adrian I think you should leave” once he’s gone she turns to the other three and says “I don’t think that’s Adrian guys” nath-“what do you mean? That sure as hell looked a lot like Adrian to me” Mari-“when has Adrian ever said anything remotely bad about anyone? Especially ladybug?” Marc-“she has a point...we should find Alya, see if she can send lb a warning about a possible Akuma” as there talking Alix slowly backs out of the room to transform

After leaving the art room senti Adrian *being pupeted by Lila* went off to hurt as many people as possible and successfully caused juleka, Alya and max to be akumatised, the key insults *by Lila* being:

To Alya-“the fact you call yourself a real journalist is a joke, your nothing more than a half baked gossip blogger using her so-called hero for attention” to Juleka-“your pathetic, your just a scared, sad, emo princess that’s obsessed with her best friend and has no real opinions for herself *evil chuckle* or her own voice, speak juleka...just speak” to max- “you wanna know why your always alone?” Max-“but I’m not alw” “I’m speaking max! You're always alone because nobody likes a know it all, you make all your friends feel less than, you hurt everyone you love, that’s why you’ll always be alone, forever”

Once she’s transforms lb gets a call from bunnix “finally! Iv been try to get ahold of you for 2 whole minutes lb! We have a possible akuma at dupont” “have you gotten ahold of chat?” B-“radio silence” lb-“this isn’t good” B-“don’t stress red we can Handel an Akuma by ourselves” lb-“I don’t think it’s an Akuma though...I think it’s a sentimonster”

After 5 more minutes of failed calls to chat Lb tracks down Felix and tells him he needs to transform “I can’t get ahold of chat Noir and we have a big issue on our hands” “but there isn’t an Akuma” “but there will be...I BELIVE there’s a sentimonster in the school parading around as your cousin Adrian Agreste” felix just rolls his eyes “of course there is” lb-“ felix there’s no time for your broodyness, so drop the dramatics for now and transform...chop chop”

Chat shows up halfway threw the fight “I’m so sorry bugaboo, I was stuck at the other side of Paris, I couldn’t get away from my civilian duties and faster” lb-“it’s fine chat, Renard Arctique and bunnix have lady wifi, Reflekta and know it all (‘know it all’ is Max’s akumatised name, he has the ability to know everyone’s biggest insecurities and uses it against them making it the only thing they can think about) I kneed you help tracking down the sentimonster before it cases any more akuma’s” Chat-what’s the sentimonster of?” “Adrian Agreste” *chats giving lb the biggest oh shit face* they hunt down senti Adrian and after a major fight with himself (hehe) Chat and lb manage to defeat it, then they join Renard and bunnix to finish off the akumas

Yeah she was defeated but lila calls it a successful day, she managed to cause 3 akumas without really lifting a finger or damaging her own rep and proved her usefulness to Gabriel, she calls that a win in her book

The next day when Adrian walks into class with Felix, all eyes are on him, he try’s to apologise to the class but lila runs up to him pushing Chloe out of the way to engulf Adrian in a tight hug *chloes fully red in the face with rage* Mari leaning over to whisper to felix “this should be good”

lila- “it’s okay Adrian we know it wasn’t you! You’d never say such hurtful things to us” alix-“you weren’t even at school yesterday lie-la” lila-“that’s because that THING attacked me on my way to class, calling me all sorts of horrible things, but lucky I’m professionaly trained in yoga and was able to comtrol my emotions, I just had to run home and send ladybug a warning obviously alix” felix- “you’ve been professionaly trained to control you’re emotions yet you e been akumatizes about 5 times...what a joke” lila glares at felix

Sensing tension Adrian interjects “I’m still sorry everyone, I hate that something looking exactly like me hurts any of you, I’d never wanna case anyone of you pain” Chloe gets up and pulls Adrian out of lila’s tight hold “it’s okay adrikins we know that your the sweetest person alive anyone who believed that impostor is utterly ridiculous ” felix grones and murmurs “I’m gonna be sick” Mari smirking “want me to get you a bag”

After sitting down Nino says “don’t worry dude your friends know you, I never had a doubt about it, the second I overheard what it said to Alya I knew that wasn’t you, you wouldn’t hurt anyone” “thanks Nino” “no thanks necessary here bro, if you wanna thank someone it should be Marinette” looking shocked Mari interrupts “what? No! No no no you seriously don’t have to say anything, I was just doing what anyone else would do” Felix looked at his girlfriend and gave her a soft smile

Felix-“it’s true Adrian, she’s the one that talked Nathaniel and marc down after your evil doppelgänger verbally attacked them, then she told them it couldn’t be the real you, because you wouldn’t hurt s fly *trademark Felix eyeroll* she even got everyone to spread the word around school and got word to lb, she was a total hero” Marinette looks at Felix with a small smile and slight blush, Adrian breaks the soft AF moment by saying “I don’t know what to say Marinette, thank you, thank you for having so much faith in me” Mari-“of course I have faith in you, I know you, Adrian, you’re good person” jokingly she giggles and says “a little dens (talking about Kagami) but you have a good heart...down to your core”

After school Nino and Mari join Felix and Adrian at the mansion and chill around playing video games...okay so Felix technically Doesn’t play any of the games he just sits next to Mari and watches as she demolishes Nino and Adrian at every single game, he can’t help thinking how beautiful she looks when her smile is wide and toothy, her face is slightly pink from yelling with excitement and her eyes are wide and bright...she’s the definition of beautiful

Link to part 11

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Edit: link to art I made for this part

#seating plan au #had to put in some soft mari and felix to make up for the lila drama #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #felinette #felix agreste #miraculous ladybug #ml #ladybug #chat noir

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fluffnstuffjojos · 4 years

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105 for Rohan and Josuke (separately, though together is ok too) Going through a rough spot;;;; need to hear encouraging words

Rohan

You sighed in annoyance as you felt hands kneading your shoulders from behind where you sat on the couch. It wasn’t that you didn’t necessarily want Rohan nearby - it was more that his constant contact with you was doing little to quell the incessant drill of anxiety that had been plaguing you since getting off of work earlier that evening.

He could tell something was bothering you, but he seemed completely unaware of the effect his attentions were having on your anxiety. When you borderline flinched away from him, however, you heard a peeved “tsk” from him before he rounded the couch and plopped down beside you.

As much as you loved him, he was such a brat when he wanted to be.

“Sorry, I’m just not in the mood for anything touchy-feely, hon. My anxiety is pretty high right now.” you explain, poking him with your foot as if he were a snake coiled up, ready to strike.

“I was just trying to help. If you’d rather I leave, I’ll just grab my things and head to my place…” he started to rise from the sofa, but stopped short when he heard a choked sob exit your throat.

“I’m sorry. I can’t do anything right today. you probably should just leave me alone, I’ll just ruin your mood too,” you manage, shoving your face into a nearby pillow to hide as you waited to hear the door slam behind your retreating boyfriend.

Instead, you feel a pair of hands reach to grab onto yours and pull them out of the fists that you had clenched. You sniff, looking up at him through your tears to see an oh-so rare smile on his face.

“You’re such a dumbass. You? Not being able to do anything? The most perfect being on earth? Well, maybe aside from me…” he drifted off before clearing his throat and looking you dead in the eye with his piercing gaze. “The point is�� you’re great. Perfect even. You can do anything you set your mind to. There are days where I couldn’t draw a stick figure, but it doesn’t make me less of an artist. You had a rough day - that has no bearing on your abilities. You’re capable - hell. More than capable. A goddamn expert in your field and I…I believe in you. So next time you thing you’re falling flat - just say these words. ‘Rohan Kishibe believes in me.’ and you’ll remember that you’re a damn god at what you do and then move on with your life.”

He looks at your blank expression and notices your quivering lip, nearly hissing before you jump forward and throw your arms around his neck, planting a big kiss on his lips. His eyes widen in surprise before he leans into it, kissing you back. As you pull away, he begins wiping away your tears and gives you that crooked, shit-eating grin once more.

“Say it.” he says simply and you groan - you should have known you wouldn’t get off that easy.

“Why right now? I thought you just said-”

“Say it, or I won’t stay for dinner,” he threatens, although you know he isn’t serious.“

“Fine,” you sigh. Rolling your eyes and looking at the way with a pout. “Rohan Kishibe believes in me.” you mumble

“Hah? I couldn’t quite hear you hon. Wanna repeat that?” he teases, his grin widening.

“I said: Rohan Kishibe believes in me!!” you yell, causing him to crack up.

“You’re damn right he does,” he assents, rolling over and pulling you on top of him to cuddle.

Josuke

“Josuke! Stop restarting the match! I’m never going to beat you at this, you butt,” you cry out, shoving your boyfriend as he just grins and buckles in for another round of smash bros.

“Aw, come on babes. I believe in you. You can beat me if you really set your mind to it.” he says, and you can’t help but smile as he scoots closer against you from where he’s lying beside you on the bed.

“Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but that’s not gonna happen. You play this all the time and I’ve played it once.” you maintain, pouting as he gets ready to kick your ass yet again.

He rolls his eyes and gives your character a play hit, before darting up and around an obstacle on the course to avoid your attacks. You groan, but nevertheless lean in closer, determined to deliver at least one hit before he inevitably kicks your ass.

You peek over at Josuke, who comically has his tongue poking out in concentration and is kicking at the bed while he tries to chase your character down. At least if you can’t beat him in a video game, you can win a blush out of him with a quick kiss to his cheek.

As predicted, he nearly drops his controller as you lean back out of the peck you placed to his now blushing cheek. You take the opportunity to let loose a barrage of attacks on his character, much to his chagrin.

By the time you’ve kicked him off the map, he is laughing hysterically.

“What’s so funny, josu?” you ask, tossing your controller down and gazing at his handsome face while he settles in to look back at you.

“I told you could beat me, I just didn’t know I was in love with a dirty cheater,” he teases, shrugging his shoulders with a cute pout. You shake your head, leaning in for another kiss - this time on his lips.

“Well, to be fair, you never told me I was in love with the smash champion of the world,” you tease right back.

“I would have thought you would have gotten the general idea, ya know… we have been together a while and I do make ya squeal,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you and you groan before hitting his chest.

“Not that kind of smash, you dumbass!!!!” you yell out, tackling him before you both collapse in a fit of giggles, catching your breath in each other’s arms.

#jjba #jojo's bizzarre adventure #rohan kishibe #josuke higashikata

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uas-fics · 5 years

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Title: The Cool and the Uncool Summary: Kevin's not a bad boyfriend. He and Red get along so well! So why won't she let them be seen together? Is he really that uncool? Rating: G Ships: Revin For @revinweek I combined like day 2-5 prompts for this because I wouldn't have time to actually make quality content otherwise, so it counts for all those days. ^^;

You can also read it on AO3

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Kevin burst his hand away from his head.

"Those special effects blew my mind!" He exclaimed, excitedly swinging their hands. "Did you see the laser fire? So cool!"

Red nodded in agreement. "I know! And the costumes were so realistic. If I didn't know better, I would have thought they hired real aliens." She sighed. "We've come so far from actors throwing themselves around a set to show turbulence."

The two waited at the crosswalk as a line of cars slowly rolled by. The evening flow of traffic would make walking Red home a bit of a chore on any other day, but Kevin didn't care this time.

They had been counting down the days to the movie's premiere. With the influx of superhero movies lately, a good old fashion sci-fi space adventure was mana from heaven for them.

It wasn't that either of them hated superhero movies. On the contrary, Kevin loved Marvel's movies. When he heard the plot of the new Thor movie, he dug through his collection of comics for the mini-series where Jane became Thor while Thor went soulsearching and read them three times over in his excitement.

And Red had a deep fondness for DC's movies and comics. She could quote the Joker's joke about the inmates and the flashlight from 'The Killing Joke' verbatim. She saw Wonder Woman five times when the movie came out and even dressed up as her for the Halloween party at school. She looked so cool and awesome, way better than the other Wonder Women in their class.

But there inlined the problem. Except for Wonder Woman, DC's movies sucked. Their comics were good enough and the animated universe from the nineties was awesome, but those are nothing compared to the glory that was Marvel's extended universe.

Whenever Kevin pointed this out, they would argue about it. They even broke up for a whole three days because of it!

This one-shot sci-fi film was just what the relationship doctors ordered.

"So, what did you think the ending meant?" Red asked. "Did the captain die or do you think her cryogenic status will hold out until she reaches New Earth?"

Kevin tilted his head in thought. "Well, I think she'll make it. The technical experts did say it was able to make it there, or nearly there. She might wake up a few days before, but that will give her time to draw up a report to give to the Emporer of New Earth"

"But it was damaged, remember? In the fight with the alien--" Red froze. With a small gasp, she tore her hand away from Kevin's and shoved it in her pocket.

Kevin furrowed his brow and looked down at his mitten-covered hand. Did he have a hard candy from his pocket stuck to it again? No? They why would Red drop his hands?

"Hey! Red!"

Oh, right.

Bebe trotted up to her, completely ignoring Kevin, which he was fine with. He put his hands in his own pockets and looked away, kicking at a rock on the sidewalk.

"Bebe, hi, what are you doing? I thought you went out with Clyde?" She looked around her towards Tweak Bros down the street. Kevin looked too, but he didn't see Clyde or anyone else in their class near the coffee shop.

Bebe scoffed. "We did but then your stupid cousin showed up." She wrinkled her nose. "He dared Clyde to see how many muffins he could eat and Clyde ended up puking on the floor."

Red recoiled. "Eeeew! Why are boys so gross?"

"I know, right?" Bebe looped her arm around Red's. "Do you wanna come to my house? I got the latest issue of Preteen Girl's Dream in and there is a quiz in there you just have to take to find out what your favorite cereal is based on your zodiac--and there is a recipe for moss graffiti that I think Wendy would love to try. Oh and an interview with--"

As Bebe rattled off the contents of the magazine, Red looked over her shoulder at Kevin with an apologetic smile. Kevin sighed but nodded anyway. He gave her a small wave then trudged across the clear crosswalk home.

---

Not even Star Trek could lift his spirits. Kevin slumped down in the couch, wishing the cushions would open up and swallow him whole. Maybe take him to a fantasy world with characters that look oddly like his friends and family where he would beat the odds and become a hero to the people and defeat the bad guy. He'd loved that.

Then when he got back to his world after being king and loved by all, Red wouldn't be ashamed of dating him and he could be happy here, too!

As the credits of the last episode on the disk rolled, Kevin had yet to be swallowed up.

Giving up on that possibility, he rolled to his side, staring at the title screen playing clips from the show.

He didn't get it. Did it matter that much that he wasn't a cool kid like she was? Didn't dating her move him up in the social pecking order? Or did he just pull her down?

Kevin sighed. What could he do to make himself cooler? He stopped wearing his Klingon ears to school and only made a minimum of three references in conversations not about sci-fi movies. Didn't that erase enough of his uncool status?

A thought hit him.

Clyde and Craig were both nerds too. They liked sci-fi. They made references. They were cool kids. He just needed to find out what they did!

"Moooom!" Kevin yelled towards the kitchen. "Can I go visit Clyde? It'll only be for an hour. Please? I promise I'll text you if I'm late."

From the kitchen, pots and pans rattled and the sink turned on. Just as Kevin pulled in a breath to yell again, his mom replied, "Alright, you may. Just be careful and back before dinner. We're having meatloaf."

"Thanks, Mom!"

Kevin tried to jump to his feet, only to have his heels tangle in the throw blanket and fall to his face into the carpet.

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Clyde put his hand on his hip and eyed Kevin up and down.

"What's up?" He asked. "You look out of breath."

Kevin nodded, hands on his knees. He ran the whole way to Clyde's house so he could have as much time as possible before dinner to talk.

"Can I," He panted, "come in? I have to ask you a question, then I have to run and ask Craig a question too."

Clyde stepped aside to let him. "Craig's here with me. You can ask him now if you want."

"That's perfect!" Kevin straightened up.

"We're in the living room watching Buzzfeed Unsolved." Clyde waved for him to follow.

In the Donovan's living room, Craig reclined on the couch, chuckling at whatever the hosts had said a moment prior.

"Hey, dude," Clyde leaned over the back of the couch, "Kevin Stoley is here. He has a question."

Craig twisted around to give Kevin an uninterested look.

"Yeah?" He nodded. "What?"

Kevin opened his mouth, then shut it. He squirmed under Craig and Clyde's gazes.

"Um, I, I need to know, ah, um," He chewed his lip, "how...how are you two so cool? You like the same things I do, but no one thinks you two are nerds."

Craig snorted and rolled back to the laptop set up on the coffee table. Clyde covered his laugh with his fist.

"Oh, wow, really, Kevin?" Clyde shook his head. "That's what you ran over here to ask?"

"Yes? It's very important." Kevin wrung his hands together.

Clyde threw his arm over his shoulder. He patted his chest with a shake of his head.

"Oh, Kevin, my friend, for a nerd you're not that smart," Clyde chided, "Coolness isn't something you can just learn. It's something either you have or you don't."

"But...but what makes you cool? Why do your girlfriends like to be with you?" Kevin paused, then corrected, "Why do your partners like to be with you?"

Without turning around, Craig asked, "Are you asking this because you want a girlfriend? There are plenty of girls closer to your social standing that would date you, dude." He paused the video to get a better look at a picture of some sort of creature.

A blush crept up his face. "N-no, I, ah, just tell me. Why do people like you? Why does Bebe stay with you?"

Craig chuckled, earning a glare from Clyde.

"Weeeeell," Clyde bobbed his head side to side, "girls like me because I'm super handsome and charismatic. Bebe thinks I'm the best boy ever--no matter what happened today." Clyde flipped Craig the bird, which he returned without looking up from the laptop.

"Yeah, well, Tweek likes me because...uuuuh..." Craig straightened up as he thought. "I don't know, man. Fate or something? I'm ten times hotter than Clyde?" He propped himself up on the couch to question, "What girl do you want to date so bad? All the cool girls don't seem like your...type."

"There's not a girl!" Kevin lied, "I, I just want to be cool."

"Why? You have friends. You don't sit alone at lunch. No one bullies you more than anyone else." Craig ticked off on his fingers. "You're even on the basketball team. What's the point?"

Craig's probing stare made sweat spring up on Kevin's skin before narrowing his eyes. Even Clyde started giving him the suspicious look.

"Fine! It's Red!" He blurted out. "We're dating but she doesn't want anyone to know because I'm not as cool as her and I just really want to be able to tell everyone what a cool girlfriend I have!"

Kevin slapped his hand over his mouth and backed out of Clyde's grasp.

"Oh, shoot! Please, you can't tell anyone. She'll be mad at me."

Clyde's mouth hung open while Craig wrinkled his nose.

"Eeeeeew, gross." Craig stuck out his tongue as Clyde demanded, "How?!"

"I don't know?"

"Red is...and you are...but Red is hot!" Clyde gasped. "She's cool and I dated her once. Why would someone like her date someone like you?"

Kevin started, "Well, we both like sci-fi and comics and stuff, and I was at the library and we wanted to check out the same book and--"

"But she's hot!" Clyde cut in.

Craig jumped off the couch. He walked beside Clyde to grabbed hold of the back of his shirt and pull it over his head, leaving his friend tangled in cotton fabric.

"Shut up about my cousin!" Craig snapped. "She's not hot. She's a loser and a nerd, just like Kevin. They're perfect for each other."

"Red is not a loser!" Kevin defended. "And neither am I. Just tell me what to do to make her ok with being seen with me."

Clyde disentangled himself from his shirt with a suck of breath. He smoothed out his hair and readjusted his clothes.

"Ok, you know what, yeah, yeah, ok, I'll help you be cool," Clyde proclaimed. "We just need to fix your hair, and your voice, and your face..."

Craig took his cellphone from his pocket as Kevin asked what was wrong with his hair, voice, and face. He took a few steps backwards before heading into the kitchen.

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Bebe finished tallying up the questionnaire with a flourish of her pen. Red rested her chin in her hands as she laid on her stomach on Bebe's bed.

"Ok, so, according to this quiz, your perfect guy is a hunky scientist," Bebe exclaimed. "How sweet, Red. You'll be like Marrie Currie!"

"Dying of radiation poisoning?" Red laughed, taking the test to make sure Bebe tallied right.

"No, like, working with your man and winning the Nobel prize in science or something. You're really good at science." Bebe elaborated.

"I'm not that good," Red rolled her eyes. She was good at science, actually, very good. It's just so interesting and cool, but if she owned up to that, Bebe might think she was bragging.

"Yes, you are!" She pushed her shoulder. "You're going to do some cool space science things, and I'll discover how to talk to dolphins, and we'll both have really hot hubbies standing by us."

"You mean you'll have Clyde eating all the tiny quiches at the ceremony dinner?" Red teased.

Bebe put her hand to her chest in offense. She opened her mouth to snap something at her when Red's phone rang.

She held up a finger and took it out. She raised an eyebrow. Why was Craig calling her?

"One second." She held the phone to her ear. "Hello? Craig? What do you want?"

"You're dating Kevin Stoley?"

Her heart stopped in her chest. Her gaze whipped towards Bebe. Luckily, Bebe had moved to her desk with the magazine and was copying something down in her notebook.

"What are you talking about?" Red hissed, twisting to sit up with her back away from Bebe.

"Kevin? Kevin Stoley? The nerd? The only Chinese kid we had until like last year? Cosplays Spock every chance he gets?" Craig replied in a deadpan. "Your boyfriend, apparently?"

Red forced a breath through her teeth. "Who told you that?"

"Kevin did. I'm at Clyde's. He came running in demanding to know how to be cool. I--I mean Clyde bullied him into telling us why," Craig explained. "He said he wanted to be cool so you wouldn't be embarrassed by him."

Red's cheeks burned. Hopping to her feet, she told Bebe she needed to take the call to the hall. Bebe nodded understandingly before taking her own phone out to snap a picture of a magazine page.

Once out in the hall, Red demanded, "You bullied him?!"

"I didn't. Didn't you hear me? Clyde did."

She could hear the eye roll in his tone.

"So you are dating then?" he continued.

Red looked up and down the hall then whispered, "Yeah? We are. He's really sweet and smart, and if you keep picking on him, I swear I'll get you, Craig Tucker."

"Wow, breaking out the last name. What are you, Bertha Red, my mom?" Craig mocked. He knew using her first and middle name like that would get under her skin.

"Shut up!" Red ordered. "Just, urgh! What's going on? Is Kevin still there?"

Craig hummed. "Yeah, he is. Clyde is giving him a list of what he can do to be cool like he is."

Red winced. Cool like Clyde? Clyde wasn't really cool. Sure, he acted cool and confident and brave, but everyone knew that was a lie. He cried at the drop of a hat and wouldn't stand up for himself if his friends weren't standing with him. Clyde was just as big of a nerd as Kevin. Why would Kevin ever thing to get tips on coolness from him?

Craig spoke, filling up the silence her stunned reaction caused, "Do you really think Kevin will drag your standing down that far? How do you know dating you wouldn't bring him up?."

The sound of a refrigerator being open came from the other end of the phone, followed by Craig calling to ask Clyde if he could have some orange juice.

Red squirmed against the wall as if Craig was in the hall staring her down. She wasn't sure what would happen if she told everyone she was dating someone as uncool as Kevin.

When Heidi started dating Cartman, she became a laughing stock. Though Kevin wasn't nearly as terrible as Cartman, the last thing Red wanted was to be mocked for liking a nerd.

"You wouldn't understand," she finally replied.

"No, I get it." Craig shifted the phone. "Tweek wasn't all that cool when we started dating, but he's really cool now. I bet it'll be the same thing, at least if you keep Kevin from making too many Star Wars references."

Red groaned. "That's not the same. You and Tweek are cute together because you two are, like, opposites. It's like a dog and a cat playing together!"

Craig swallowed some orange juice on the other end. "Wait, what? Am I the cat? Or the dog?"

"It doesn't matter." Red began to pace, twiddling with the ends of her hair. "We aren't different enough! It's not cute. It's weird that I would be interested in him."

"But not for him to be interested in you?"

"No, because I'm cool and popular."

"Clyde called you 'hot,' and I corrected him that you are a loser and a nerd." Craig teased. "Aren't I a good cousin?"

"Screw you! Stop making fun of me." Red threw her hand up as she came to the end of the hall. "I want to tell people we're dating, but I can't!" She spun on her heels to head back towards Bebe's bedroom. "No one can know that Kevin and I are dat...ing."

Bebe's mouth hung open. The magazine fell from her hands to the floor, falling open to the future spouse quiz.

"You have a boyfriend?!" Bebe gasped, her hands flying to her mouth.

"Shoot!" Red flinched back.

"Red?" Craig's voice almost sounded concerned.

"Craig, I need to go. Talk to you later." Red went to end the call, only to quickly add, "Also go make Clyde stop before he gets Kevin thinking vomiting and mosquitoes are cool."

Before Craig could reply, she clicked end and shove the phone into her pocket.

"You have a boyfriend?" Bebe repeated. "Who? Kevin who? Not Kevin McCormick? He's, like, thirteen and smells like tobacco."

"No, I, um..." Red wracked her brain for a lie but came up with nothing that would be even close to believable. "It's not Kevin McCormick."

Bebe bound up to her. She wrapped her fingers around her arm, buzzing with excitement.

"Then who? Is it that Kevin from fifth grade? Not that Kevin from Middle Park?" Bebe's eyes grew as she searched Red up and down as if she might have a sign on her chest with Kevin's full name.

"Bebe, please, drop it," Red begged. "It's a secret."

"I can keep a secret." Bebe grinned. When Red didn't answer, her face fell in confusion. "What's wrong? Is he a," her voice dropped down, "an adult?"

"No!" Red pushed her away. "I am not dating a grown-up! That's gross."

"Then who is it?" Bebe demanded to know. "You can't just say something like you want to tell people you two are dating but can't. Who is it? The only other Kevin I can think of is..."

She trailed off, brows furrowed.

"Kevin Stoley. Are you dating Kevin Stoley?"

Red's shoulders slumped and she accepted the inevitable.

"Ummm, yes," she admitted, waiting for Bebe to start mocking her for dating Kevin.

"Wow." Bebe pursed her lips. "Kevin Stoley."

The repugnance in Bebe's tone made Red's stomach twist. She had expected it, of course, but instead of making her ashamed, she felt angry.

"He's not that bad!" Red snapped. "Kevin is a sweet guy. He's creative and passionate about what he likes." Red pointed a finger into Bebe's collar bone, moving into her personal space as she spoke. "And he lent me all his 'FlashPoint' comics when the website I was reading them on gave my dad's laptop a virus. He's just as good of a boyfriend as Clyde is!"

Bebe held up her hands in defense. "I never said he wasn't."

Red narrowed her eyes incredulously, taking a step back.

Bebe fought the urge to roll her eyes. "Look, if you want to date him, cool, whatever. Why does it matter?"

Furrowing her brows, Red frowned. "You don't think it's weird on me for dating him? He's a nerd who likes Star Trek and wore a Spock cosplay for a week to school."

Bebe rolled her eyes. "Yeah? So?" She shrugged. "Clyde brought a jar of mosquitoes with him everywhere for two weeks. Pointy alien elf ears are nothing compared to that."

"Klingon." Red corrected automatically. "They're Klingon ears."

This time Bebe did roll her eyes, but, Red didn't feel any malcontent from it. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as she had always envisioned.

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Kevin sighed as he trudged up the school steps. His cool lessons didn't get all that far before Craig can out of the kitchen with a glass of orange juice, eyed Kevin up and down again, then proclaimed he was a lost cause and Clyde was wasting his time.

Before Kevin could stop him, he'd grabbed Clyde and drug him against his will back to the couch to finish watching their video.

While Kevin did enjoy learning about the Moth Man, he couldn't help feel he wasted his time. He didn't learn a thing about being cool or how to fix his face, hair, or voice.

"Hey. Hey, Kevin."

He paused and looked over his shoulder to see Dougie rushing up to him.

"Oh, greetings, Dougie." He flashed him a Volcan Salute, which Dougie returned. Dougie vibrated with contagious excitement.

"Did you go see the movie this weekend?" He asked. "I did. I went with my mom and Butters. I liked the music and how the ships look. What did you like?"

Kevin's uplifted mood fell as he remembered what happened right after the movie.

"The lasers, I guess," He muttered, looking at his shoes. One of the laces was double knotted and the other wasn't. He'd have to fix that before class--like an uncool nerd.

A hand slipped around his hand, taking him from his thoughts.

"My favorite part was how the captain defeated the alien with the water and electricity," Red chirped, leaning against Kevin's side, nearly toppling him over with her greater size.

Dougie turned a shocked, wide-eyed face to Kevin. Kevin kept his own shocked, wide-eyed face fixed on Red.

What was she doing? Why was she holding his hand in front of everyone outside of the school? He could feel all the eyes of the other kids on them and hear their whispers.

"R-Red?" Kevin stammered. "You're holding my hand."

"Well, duh," she threw her hair over her shoulder, "we are dating."

A collective gasp came from all the students around them. Red turned a sharp glare towards them, and everyone spun around. Kevin half expected them to start whistling nonchalantly.

Dougie took a step back. He waved goodbye to Kevin before bolting off, leaving the two alone to talk.

"We are, but, you don't like..." he shook his head. "Aren't I too uncool?"

She nodded. "Yeah, you are, but it's ok now."

Kevin frowned and looked down at himself. Did something change since yesterday? Did he get super buff and handsome while he slept last night? Maybe he did go to a fantasy world last night and just didn't remember, but when he looked down, he didn't see anything different, except the little stain from the meatloaf last night on his stomach.

"It is?" Kevin asked. "Why?"

"Well, I just figured it was stupid to act like I did. It wasn't fair to you, either." Red explained, squeezing his hand. "Also, I told Bebe last night, and Bebe said she wanted to double date with you and Clyde, so you can make sure Clyde doesn't do something silly or embarrassing so it doesn't matter anymore. Bebe has my back, and because she does, so do all the other girls."

Kevin furrowed his brow. "I don't get it."

She smiled softly at him. "It's ok. You don't need to know how all the science works to enjoy Star Trek."

He still didn't fully get it but decided to employ his suspension of disbelief towards the inner workings of girl social structure.

"Oh, well, if that's ok with you, then it's ok with me." Kevin felt giddy. He could walk through the school halls hand in hand with his girlfriend. They could talk about science or Star Trek in the middle of recess.

He dared to give Red a kiss on the cheek. To his surprise, she blushed but didn't get mad at him. With a laugh, Red began to pull him down the hallway.

#Revin week #revin #sp red #kevin stoley #craig tucker #Clyde Donovan #bebe stevens #one-shot

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imatrisarahtops · 5 years

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I’m here with part one of a three-part dialogue prompt done for my sister. My sister is great, and has been helping me get through a lot the past couple weeks, probably without even realizing it. I still have other prompts to work on, but this one has been calling to me, mostly because of an allusion to Puppeteer and I’ve been rewatching old episodes with my friends lately, so... yeah.

With the prompts, she asked for Marinette and Marc being bros, with MarcNath and a little bit of MariChat/Adrinette and Lukanette. I intended this part to be about 1000 words. JOKE’S ON ME, GUYS. IT’S 3000.

Part One | 38. “Even though I know you’re lying, I still almost believe you.”

Marc hadn’t been invited to Marinette’s for a sleepover before. As a matter of fact, it had been a long time since he’d been invited to a sleepover at all—probably since école primaire—definitely none since he transferred to Collège Françoise Dupont.

But, well, Marinette was one of his first friends he made after switching schools, so it made sense that she would be the first one to invite him over for the night.

“It’ll be so much fun!” she told him eagerly.

“I don’t know…” he said, a small hint of uncertainty in his voice as he looked down at his journal, slowly closing it.

“We can play video games and watch movies, and paint each other’s nails, and maybe, if you’re willing, we can share some works in progress with each other! There’s a couple designs I’ve been working on that I really think you’d like,” she continued. “And it’ll be all the macarons and éclairs you can eat, too. Maman and papa will want to feed you the second you walk through the door.”

Marc chuckled a little at this, sliding his notebook into his backpack. “All right,” he said, offering her a smile.

“Great!” she responded. “Then you can grab your stuff after school and be over in time for dinner. Maman was planning on making beef bourguignon since it’s been getting so cold."

“Sounds good,” Marc said with a nod, gripping the straps of his bag.

It ended up raining that night, adding to the chill in the air, but Marc and Marinette were warmly tucked away in Marinette’s bedroom, full of beef bourguignon with potatoes and toasted bread—not to mention mille-feuille made by her father. They’d changed into their pajamas and ended up sipping hot chocolate while listening to Jagged Stone, sitting on the floor while Marc painted the girl's fingernails. Her mother had insisted on them taking a plate of palmiers as well, just in case they got hungry, and it left her room smelling sweet from the heart-shaped bread. They talked and laughed, passing the time by discussing things that had happened at school, especially the art room they now met in so frequently.

“What do you think?” Marc asked, releasing her hand, pulling back a little.

She smiled down at her hands, spreading her fingers out wide and examining the sleek black polish, watching as it shimmered a little silvery in the light when it caught just right. “I think Luka will like them,” she said with a giggle.

Marc smiled in return, recapping the nail polish, screwing it shut, and setting the bottle aside. “And Adrien?” he asked teasingly.

She blushed, glancing away. “Adrien probably wouldn’t notice,” she admitted quietly.

Marc frowned at this. He wanted to say something to assure the girl, but he knew that that was always Alya’s approach, and he honestly wondered if the words would just fall empty if he said them.

“I know the feeling,” he said instead, offering her a wry smile.

“You?” she responded, forcing the smile back on her lips as she looked at him again with a quirked brow. “I’m pretty sure you’re the only one Nath notices, anymore.”

Marc felt his cheeks heat up, shoulders tensing and eyes widening. “W-what?” he stammered. “I—I don’t know what—Nath isn’t—I don’t—”

“Relax,” Marinette said soothingly, reaching out and placing a hand on his. “I’m just teasing,” she assured him. “It’s okay.”

Marc swallowed thickly, still grimacing at her. “Is it that obvious?”

Marinette blinked at him, seemingly taken aback by the question. Then, she bit her lip, trying to hold back her giggles. “Now I understand what Alya means when she tells me I’m not as subtle as I think…”

Marc groaned, hiding his face in his hands. “Oh god, everyone knows, don’t they?” he bemoaned.

“I’m trying not to take offense after the comparison,” Marinette said, poking him in the side, though her words were still amused and not angry; Marc squawked and leaned back, swatting her hand away. “You know, I’m pretty sure Rose thinks you two are dating.”

“We’re not!” he said quickly. “Nathaniel—he—he doesn’t—” He swallowed, trying to gather his words. “Nath doesn’t like me like that.”

Again, Marinette gave him a glance as though she couldn’t believe the statement. “Has he said that?” she asked, voicing her disbelief.

“Well, no, but—”

“Believe me,” Marinette said firmly, looking at him with a smile. “Nathaniel’s got just as big of a crush on you. You two really are the only ones that don’t see it, huh?”

“Marinette,” he groaned, elbows on his knees and hiding his face behind his palms.

“I mean it!” she said in response. When Marc looked dubiously at her, peeking between his fingers, she sighed, picking up a bottle of nail polish and holding out her other hand so that Marc could place his on her palm. “All right, then let me prove it to you.”

“Please, no more schemes,” Marc said as Marinette began painting his nails. “I love you Marinette, but…”

“I love you too, so I’m going to ignore the implications there,” she said with a half-grin. “But no, I won’t meddle. I’ve learned my lesson. I’m just going to convince you I’m right.”

“I’m not sure that sounds better,” Marc told her.

“He draws for you, doesn’t he?” she asked, again ignoring him.

“Of course he does,” Marc responded. “We work on our comic together.”

“Not what I mean,” Marinette said, leaning back a little to look at the nails she’d painted, then picking up another bottle of polish in a different color. “I mean he draws you little doodles or cartoons, cute little things to make you smile.”

Marc couldn’t stop the blush from creeping up on his cheeks. “Yes,” he admitted. “But—but that’s just him. He’s always drawing things.”

“Does he draw things like that for Alix?” she asked flatly.

Marc frowned a little—as far as he knew, no, Alix didn’t have a collection of little sketches like he did, drawn on scraps of paper or post-it notes or index cards—anything that was on hand. As Marinette said, they were just small drawings that made him smile, brightening his day, and he kept all of them, displayed on the board above his desk at home.

“I guess not,” he allowed.

“He gets you coffee and pain au chocolat every Monday morning, doesn’t he?” she asked. “When you two meet up to discuss what you guys came up with over the weekend?”

“He said it’s on his way,” Marc objected.

Marinette laughed at this. “He stops by our bakery for the pain au chocolat,” she told him. “It’s not on his way.”

“It… isn’t?” Marc questioned.

Marinette shook her head. “Though, I guess I can’t speak for the café he goes to for the coffee. Still, he stops at two different spots for you, because he knows you like our bakery best.” She put the bottle of nail polish down, picking up the first one. “Other hand.” Marc swallowed, giving her his other hand. “Still…"

“He got you those nice pens,” Marinette pointed out, spreading the polish on the nails of his other hand.

“He said they’re his favorite pens for drawing and I might like to write with them,” Marc said, blushing.

“And that mug,” she added. Again she switched colors of nail polish, shaking the bottle a little before uncapping it.

“That was after I accidentally drank paint water,” Marc muttered.

“And he designed it to look like your character,” Marinette pressed on. “Not to mention he’s always going out of his way to make sure you’re included in every conversation, always asking for your opinion on things. He knows your favorite snacks, your favorite drink, favorite color, favorite song…”

“He’s just being a good friend!” Marc objected, flustered. Marinette raised her eyebrows at him, and he looked away, the heat on his cheeks almost unbearable. “You know most of those things, too, Marinette. And you like making me feel included too. You’re the one who first brought me to the art room.”

“Both hands,” Marinette cut in with the request, and Marc obliged, still not meeting her eyes.

"Besides…” He swallowed. “He’s pretty straight.”

Marinette tilted her head a little. “Why do you say that?”

“Because his last two crushes have been Ladybug and you,” Marc said flatly.

“Marc, don’t pretend to be narrow-minded,” Marinette said, not unkindly. “He could very easily be bi, or pan, or demi… Just because he’s liked two girls doesn’t mean anything. You’re the one who usually reminds me not to label or assume, and the same goes here.” She pulled her hand away, screwing the top back onto the bottle of nail polish. “There!” Marinette grinned. “I based it off of Mightillustrator’s design.”

Marc glanced down his hands, and sure enough, he recognized the colors. She’d alternated his fingers with white and a deep purple, a dot each of yellow, cyan, and magenta on both of his thumbnails. “Do you, uh… do you think he’ll like them?” he asked cautiously.

She couldn’t repress the smile. “Do you like them?” she asked.

“Of course,” he said.

She shrugged, closing up the kit with nail polish and getting to her feet. “Then that’s all that matters!” she told him. She then walked over to set the pink case on her vanity. “All right,” she said then, turning back to him, clapping her hands together. “What do you say we get comfy and share some of the stuff we’ve been working on? I really want to show you these designs.”

“All right, sure,” he agreed, moving over to his bag to grab his journal.

Marinette picked up the two now-empty mugs. “More cocoa?” she asked.

“Sure, if you don’t mind,” Marc said.

She smiled at him in response. “Not a problem. Grab the palmiers and my sketchbook over on my desk,” she said, nodding to the spot where her pink polka dotted book sat. “You can head up on my bed,” she said, then nodding over to the stairs. “I’ll be back in just a couple minutes.”

Marc nodded. As the girl disappeared down her trapdoor, he got to his feet. He slipped his journal and her sketchbook under his arm, then picked up the plate of sweet bread. He then made his way up to her loft bed, setting the notebooks and the plate to the side as he pulled his legs up beneath him, glancing around.

He smiled as he looked at the collection of photographs pinned to the board on one wall. He wasn’t surprised at the number of pictures of Adrien, but he was pleasantly surprised when he noticed that he even appeared in a couple of photos—one, a selfie that Marinette had taken with him, the other a picture of many of them at the picnic in the park on Heroes’ Day. He blushed when he noticed how close in proximity he and Nathaniel were in the photograph.

The shelf above her bed caught his attention next, eyes falling on the moon and star lantern that just seemed so Marinette, then traveling over the collection of books she had there. He shifted closer to the shelf, noticing that she had all of the issues of Ladybug that he and Nathaniel had made on display amidst her other books.

On top of the shelf, he noticed a collection of dolls, which looked as though Marinette herself had made them. Immediately he recognized Ladybug and Chat Noir. Beside Ladybug, he did notice one that almost looked like Alya, though he didn’t recognize the outfit. One that was on the other side, nestled between Chat Noir and a blue and black robotic-looking plush, was another one he recognized: Mightillustrator.

But no, he quickly realized as he took the doll between his hands, glancing it over, this must have been Evillustrator. So then the other one was likely when Alya had been akumatized, as well. There were a couple of other plushes lined up, but none of them were the akumatized victims he recognized. Instead, he looked back down at the doll in his hands.

“I made those ages ago.” Marinette’s sudden voice made him jump a little, and he whipped around. “Sorry,” she said, grimacing. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s fine,” he assured her as she took a seat on her bed, setting the two mugs in her hands on the floor.

“I started out making dolls of the people who got akumatized, back when it first started to happen,” she explained. “But after a while…”

“There were too many?” Marc offered, and again Marinette grimaced at the thought.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “I found them while cleaning the other day, and I figured I’d put them out. It seemed silly to have them just sitting in a box.”

Marc nodded, again glancing down at the doll he was holding. It made something in his chest ache a little, and he bit his lip. “What was he like?” he asked quietly. “As Evillustrator.”

Marinette sighed, scooting closer to her friend, bumping shoulders with him. “Very… confident. And sweet?” she offered. He glanced up. “To me, anyway. He used his tablet to create a date for us. But… I had set it up for Chat Noir to crash it, so after that he wasn’t so kind. And he did draw a giant shoe to stomp on Chloe, so I guess there’s that. Though, well, she was the one who upset him in the first place.”

Again Marc nodded. “And…” He swallowed. “And me?” he asked, raising his gaze so their eyes met. “What was I like?”

Marinette blinked, frowning a little. “I, uhm… I didn’t see too much,” she said carefully, evasively. “I don’t think you were so bad.”

"Even though I know you’re lying, I still almost believe you,” Marc said, shaking his head as he set the doll aside. “It’s fuzzy—I don’t remember most of it. But I know you were there when it first happened. And I know I was pretty terrible.”

“Marc…”

“Please, just tell me?” he asked, pleadingly.

She sighed. “You… you tried to make everyone hate me,” she said quietly, as though that would soften the blow. “You said I was a liar and said I was the one who caused it.” Marc flinched a little at the words, so she leaned forward, gently covering his hand with hers. “But Marc, that wasn’t you. That was because of Papillon.”

“I’m sorry Marinette,” he told her.

“And you know that I’m sorry, too,” she said. “You understand that I was trying to help, I just… went about it wrong. And I understand the things you said when you were akumatized. It’s okay.”

He sighed, glancing back down at the doll on the bed. “This is still new to me,” he murmured. “I switched schools, so I’m still new to so many of you, too. And… it hurts, sometimes. I feel like I’m at a disadvantage. I hate that Nathaniel has seen me at my worst, but I never saw that from him.”

“Marc, you have seen Nath at his worst, though,” she said, smiling wryly. “Getting angry, ripping your notebook—that was him as his worst. Not when he was akumatized. Just as when you were akumatized, that wasn’t really your worst. It was Papillon.” Marc hesitantly met her gaze again, looking at her with uncertainty. “So really, if anything, Nath’s the one at a disadvantage, as you said.”

Marc considered her words, turning them over in his mind as she reached down for the cocoa, pressing a mug into his hands. “You think?”

“I do,” she told him firmly before taking a sip of her own drink.

“Thanks, Marinette,” he said, smiling slightly at her.

“Of course!” She folded her legs up, sitting criss-cross as she shifted her mug to one hand, pulling her sketchbook in front of her. “Now, I have to show you this design. I was thinking of you when I was drawing it—I was pulling from typical masculine and feminine designs while not making it strictly either. And then it just made sense with all the colors…” She grinned at him as she found the page, handing him the book. “Please tell me that if I make it, you’d model it for me.”

Marc’s eyes widened when he looked at the sketches. “I inspired this?” he asked. She nodded. “This—this is gorgeous. I can see the sense of movement, the way it just flows… and the colors are beautiful. You’re amazing, Marinette…”

She beamed at his words, eyes shining brightly. “I’ll have to take your measurements. Then I’ll start looking at fabrics.”

“You’re sure you want me to wear something like this for you?”

“I couldn’t imagine anyone better,” she told him. “Alya keeps saying I need to have a website where I share my designs, and if I share this one, it has to be you wearing it.”

“If you’re sure,” he said slowly, “then of course I will.”

“Great!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together excitedly. “I hope you know that means more sleepovers will be involved, so I can make sure everything is fitted just right. And then Alya will probably be the best one to take the photos… We can get Juleka to do some really stunning make-up, too!”

Marc laughed, unable to stop his smile—the girl’s excitement was really contagious. He felt a warmth spreading through him, feeling indisputably happy that he’d accepted her invitation for the sleepover in the first place. “Of course,” he agreed, grinning at her. “It sounds like a plan.”

Dialogue Prompts

Also, all of these are posted on my AO3, so especially for notifications on this one, as it’s gonna have three parts, please check it out there as well!

#marcnath #marcaniel #lukanette #adrinette #marichat #marc anciel #nathaniel kurtzberg #marinette dupain-cheng #chat noir #miraculous #ladybug #miraculous ladybug #prompts #fanfic #fan fiction #miraculous fic #sistor lee

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thewritewolf · 6 years

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True Sight Chapter 5

Again, picking a scene from within the chapter rather than the start of the Chapter. After the day out in Paris, they all head over to Marinette’s for a sleepover. To give Adrien the most traditional sleepover experience, they play... Truth or Dare.

Enjoy!

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Her friends entered her room, their bags placed near the door. “Before we go back downstairs, let's be clear on where everyone is sleeping, okay? Since my parents will be up early, it is for the best if we are all in here. Otherwise, they'll end up waking us up when they get moving at four in the morning.”

Nino and Alya edged closer to each other. Addressing those two, she said, “You two can take my bed.” She looked at Adrien. “You can take the chaise. I'll make a nest on the floor.”

Adrien opened his mouth to respond, but was stopped when Marinette held up her hand. “No, I'm the host so I get the floor. Besides, I'll have more than enough pillows and blankets to keep me comfortable.”

He seemed to bite back a response and accepted her decision.

Alya cleared her throat to draw their attention to her. “While we are waiting for your parents to go to sleep, why don't we play a game up here to pass the time?” Alya grinned.

The look Adrien wore could be described (by Marinette) as 'adorably confused'. “The game console is downstairs, right? What would we play up here?”

Her response was a blank stare at Adrien. “Right, you've never had a sleepover before. Well, a traditional game would be Truth or Dare.” She locked eyes with Marinette, and this time her grin was entirely predatory. Marinette's eyes widened in fear at what her best friend had planned.

Before she could suggest another game, Adrien's eyes lit up, “That sounds great! How do we play?”

“Name pretty much covers it, dude. We sit down in a circle. Each person asks one other person of the group to choose either Truth or Dare. If they choose truth, then that person must answer a question honestly. If dare, then that person has to do whatever the other person wants.”

Adrien listened with rapt attention as Nino explained the rules. Marinette thought to herself. He is really getting into this. Then again, it is his first sleepover. Adrien shuffled on his feet, nervousness evident on his face.

“We won't be shaming anyone, and you can always back out if you want. We shouldn't have fun at anyone's expense.” Marinette added, without really expecting anyone to try anything like that. She mostly just wanted to be sure that Adrien was comfortable. For what it was worth, Adrien stopped fidgeting and flashed a brief, but bright, smile.

They cleared a small circle in the middle of the room and sat down on the floor. Clockwise, their arrangement was Alya, Adrien, Marinette, and Nino. It was unanimously agreed that since Marinette was the host, she would go first.

Marinette decided to go with the safest option to start the game. “Alya – truth or dare?”

There was a glint in Alya's eyes as she responded. “Truth, always.”

“What was the last thing you searched for one your phone?”

Alya blinked, clearly caught off guard. She pulled out said phone and checked her search history, reading it aloud as she did so. “Ladynoir Fanfic recs.”

It was Marinette's turn to be caught off guard. It didn't surprise her that Alya shipped the superheroic duo, but she didn't expect her to be reading fanfictions about them. It was a strange feeling. She saw Adrien grin and hold up his hand for a high five. She bit her lip nervously. Would it break his heart if Ladybug and Chat never got together because Ladybug was too busy pursuing someone else?

Nino leaned forward with a wicked smile as he addressed his best friend. “Adrien, my bro, pick your poison. Truth... or dare?”

Adrien seemed to ignore the devilish posturing of his friend and put a finger to his lips and hummed as if considering the answers to the universe. Once his friends started throwing pillows at him, he laughed. “Okay, okay! Give me your worst dare, DJ Nino.”

“I dare you to let us all pose you and take a picture.”

Adrien adopted a comically offended tone. “I see how it is. Trying to use my beautiful face for whatever nefarious schemes you have in mind.” He laid the back of his hand against his forehead as he leaned back against the chaise. “Very well, you savages. Do with me as you wish.” He held aloft an arm in front of him.

Taking the offered arm, Nino pulled him up as Alya and Marinette slowly got to their feet. Adrien had gone completely limp, requiring Nino to support him. Nino paused. “Bro, you like anime, right?”

Adrien froze, uncertainty on his face as he looked at everyone in the room. He replied with a meek “...Yes?”

Nino laid him on the chaise, pulling out his phone. He muted it while pulling up a video, motioning Marinette and Alya over to him. He showed them the video, pausing at the very end. All of them could barely contain their laughter. Marinette looked over to Adrien, whose eyes were wide with both curiosity and apprehension.

They made him stand with his legs spread apart, one foot far in front of the other. One hand was on his hip and his other hand was making the 'v for victory' sign, palm facing outward as it was pressed against his forehead. They then had him his upper body to face the side.

The phones clicked as the pictures were taken, allowing Adrien to see the pose they had made him make. His mouth gaped, before he started laughing. “The Sailor Moon cosmic power pose?! Really?!”

Big fan of old school anime? Marinette stored that information for later as well. She realized there was a lot about Adrien she hadn’t known until tonight.

They settled back down in their original circle. Alya rubbed her hands together as she fixed Marinette with the Look. Marinette braced herself for whatever her best friend had in mind. If I say 'truth', they she'll have me admit my feelings. If I say 'dare' she might have me do something embarrassing with Adrien.

Before she could further weigh the pros and cons, Alya suddenly turned to Adrien and asked, “Truth or dare?”

Adrien pouted. “I just had one! Isn't it someone else's turn?”

“You have to do a different person each time, but several people in a row can ask the same person.” Alya responded with the tone of a world-wise scholar.

“Dare, then.”

“I dare you to kiss Marinette.”

Marinette choked on air, entering into a coughing fit. At least I have an excuse for my blush. She glanced over at Adrien, whose eyes had widened. A blush to match her own had crept over his features as he hesitantly met Marinette's eyes. “Um, sure. If you don't mind, Mari?”

Nino and Alya exchanged a look at the nickname, small smiles on their faces.

Her progress in keeping the stuttering at bay was immediately and severely derailed. “U-uh, s-sure! You are so fine! I mean, it's totally fine! Why wouldn't it be?! I-I mean...” She would've continued stammering, but Adrien had slid over to her. The distance closed between them, his face was centimeters away from hers. Her mind went completely blank as she stared into the warm summer green of his eyes.

She felt his warm breath on her cheek as he hesitated. He gave her a chaste peck on the cheek and slide away. Red tinted his face as he adopted a forcibly relaxed pose, grinning like a dope despite his best efforts. He reached for an unopened bag of candy.

She felt both overwhelmed and wanting more. It was only belatedly that she realized Alya was nudging Adrien. “Your turn, pretty boy.”

He jolted up. “Um, Marinette! Truth or dare?”

Thoughts moving as if in a haze, Marinette processed what he had said and managed to say, “Dare.”

He blew air from his mouth in a slow deflation. He clearly hadn't thought ahead for a dare. He glanced at the bag of candy he held in his hands, still unopened. He offered it to Marinette. “I dare you to open this bag using only your mouth.”

So he has my mouth on the brain, huh? The thought immediately sprung into her mind, which had her blushing again. Still, she didn't want to back down from the only challenge she had been given thus far.

She leaned her head forward to the proffered bag, eyes briefly meeting Adrien's. She grasped it with her teeth and began pulling. It took a bit of pushing with her tongue as well, but she tore the bag open!

...Right onto her floor. She sighed.

“Sorry!” Adrien apologized as he scrambled to pick up the spilled goods. He struggled to get them all, occasionally fumbling them. He seemed... flustered.

After helping Adrien clean up the mess, Marinette considered her options. She was struck by inspiration and turned to face Nino. “Truth or Dare, Nino?”

Nino turned his cap around and locked eyes with Marinette, mock determination filling his eyes. “Dare me.”

“I dare you to serenade Alya with a cheesy love song.”

To his credit, Nino didn't even flinch as he turned to Alya and wagged his eyebrows, a song already emerging from his throat. “You... are my fire... my one... desire...”

Marinette was surprised he knew the entire song. Adrien came in as back-up during the chorus, giving an over-the-top performance to match Nino's. All of which had Marinette on her back laughing, while Alya had placed her face in her palm. Yet from her lower vantage point, Marinette could see she was wearing a wide grin.

They settled down after a few minutes. Nino had to catch his breath before getting his turn in. “So, Alya.” His breathing evened out. “Truth or dare?”

Chin in her hand, she responded, “Truth.”

“Do you sing in the shower?”

“Now what had you thinking about me and showers, hm? To answer your question, yes, I do. My shower is my concert.” Nino nodded in agreement. A fist was held up, which Alya bumped with her own.

Once again, Alya locked eyes with Marinette. “Truth or dare, Mari?”

Is that a bait? If I say truth, will she ask when Adrien starting calling me that? The answer is pretty tame and I don't think I can handle another dare so... “Truth!”

“Have you ever kissed or been kissed before? And I mean a real kiss.” She said this, giving a look to Adrien, who rubbed the back of his neck and averted his eyes. “If not, is there anyone in particular you would want your first kiss to be with?”

Eep! It was bait! Although... technically, she did kiss Chat Noir during that whole Dark Cupid thing. But if she said 'yes' then that would led to more questions, and she owed it to Tikki to nip that in the bud. “No, and yes, I do have someone in mind.” She closed her eyes and leaned back, to avoid accidentally looking at Adrien while saying that.

After it became clear Marinette would not continue, Alya prodded, “Well? Care to give names?”

Marinette remembered Truesight as she gave her response. “If you want to know the answer to that, you'll have to use another turn.” She grinned at Alya's scowl. In the corner of her eyes, she saw Adrien tilt his head curiously, but the expression passed quickly as he remembered it was his turn.

Despite Alya's non-too-subtle hints that he should continue the line of questioning, Adrien was not as accommodating as Chat Noir was. Adrien addressed Nino. “Your destiny awaits, bro. Truth... or dare?”

“Dare, without doubt. I'm on fire with them.”

“I dare you to let us put makeup on you.” Adrien laughed at Nino's slackened jaw. “What? Everyone else here has worn makeup. It's not like it'd be weird for any of us.”

Nino couldn't argue with that, and so Marinette fished around in her drawers for a cheap makeup kit that a family member had sent on her last birthday. It might not be good enough for day to day usage, but for a makeup that would be taken off immediately after? Ideal.

Alya took over – if the two of them were working on him at once, they'd just get in each other's' way. That didn't stop Adrien and Marinette from helping out whenever possible, of course.

She moved like a woman possessed. Well within half an hour, she had already applied the foundation, powder, blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner (“I am not trying to poke out your eyes, you big baby”), mascara, lipliner, and lipstick.

Nino looked fierce!

...for a whole ten minutes before he could no longer stand to wear all of it.

Adrien went to help him remove it all (after they had taken pictures, of course), and they were back in five minutes.

Nino and Alya were leaning on each other in their spots, struggling to stay awake. The last dare had really taken their toll on them. Finally, Alya couldn't stand it any longer. “Girl, I'm getting changed and going to bed. Don't do anything I wouldn't do, okay?” Nino wordless picked up his bag and moved into a side room, about to do the same.

This left Marinette and Adrien alone in her room. Tentatively, Marinette asked, “Adrien? Do you mind if we do one more?”

Adrien, whose eyes were closed as he laid back against the chaise, opened them as he looked at her. “Sure. Ask away.”

She cleared her throat. “Truth... or truth?”

He smiled. “I don't think that's the question you are supposed to ask. But if I had to choose, I'd say... truth.”

“If you could switch lives with one person in our school, would you? If so, who?”

His eyes went up, staring at the ceiling for a few long minutes. “Yours, I think.”

Marinette blinked, surprised. Seems a downgrade from the life he is used to leading. “Why?”

His hand reached out as if trying to grasp the right words out of the air. “Your house is a home. There isn't a lot of warmth in my house. But here? A home cooked meal everyday, not a high cuisine dinner eaten alone? Parents who are around, who care about how you are doing rather than just what you are doing? It sounds... amazing.”

Marinette felt a heavy sense of protectiveness fall over her. Who would hurt this sweet boy?! She reached out to put her hand on his. His wide eyes fell from the ceiling to her, before he smiled.

She removed her hand reluctantly before continuing. “I'm not that tired, but our friends seem to be abandoning us.”

He snickered. “The call of sleep is too much for the weak to handle.”

“You know... I have a lot of Disney movies lying around...”

They locked eyes, wide grins dawning on their faces. The trap door opened, startling both of them and in trudged Nino and Alya. Stopping only to say goodnight, they marched straight past their two sitting friends and up the stairs to Marinette's bed.

Marinette turned to face Adrien and nodded her head to the still-open trap door. While he grabbed his bag and walked down, she opened her dresser and pulled out a tank top and sweatpants.

She stopped by a hallway closet to pick up a blanket and some pillows. Adrien followed behind her as she entered the living room. She put down the blankets and pillows, turning to Adrien after she did so. “I'm going to go into the bathroom to get changed. There is a lock on the living room door, so you can get changed in here, okay?”

He nodded, and Marinette went to the bathroom.

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hari-writes · 6 years

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Break It In Two And Keep The Pieces For Yourself - Chapter 3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Pairings: Marinette/Nathaniel, Adrien/Marinette, Chloe/Nathaniel

Summary: When Marinette and Nathaniel start dating, everyone is happy for them. Except for Adrien and Chloe. Chloe has a crush on Nathaniel and Adrien finally realises his feelings for Marinette. They decide to work together to split the happy couple up, but it’s not as simple as it seems.

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“Kid, you can’t be serious about this.” Plagg pleaded with his charge.

“I’m perfectly serious, Plagg. I was going to drive her home the other night, it could have been me she spent the night with.” Adrien was adamant.

“I’m not sure that’s how it works. In my thousands of years of experience with romance and soulmates and I’ve never encountered a first-come-first-served policy in matters of love.”

The black kwami was exasperated. He knew deep down that Marinette and Adrien were meant to be together (after all, he knew who Marinette really was better than Adrien did), but he also knew that messing with other people’s relationships was a recipe for disaster.

“You’ll drive her away.” He warned before going off to sulk with a large wedge of Camembert.

Adrien knew Plagg was probably right, but the feeling of regret and jealousy he felt when he saw Marinette and Nathaniel making out in the park was too painful to let him see reason. Every time he remembered it, his resolve was strengthened.

He reached for his phone, trying to concoct a plausible reason to text her, but there was already a message waiting for him.

[10.01] Nino: Hey bro, you wanna hang today? Al’s out with Mari and I’m bored.

Adrien sighed. Ignoring Nino would make him a terrible friend and he already felt like a horrible person for what he was plotting against Marinette and Nathaniel.

[10.10] Adrien: Sure, dude. Shall I come to yours or we can meet at the park?

[10.11] Nino: Park sounds good. See you in 30?

[10.11] Adrien: See you then.

♥♡♥

“It was amazing, Mari. He took me to this great cocktail bar and we talked for hours.” Alya was still recounting her date from Saturday night. “And he reads the Ladyblog, did I tell you? He loves it.”

“That’s nice,” It was a lukewarm response, but Marinette wasn’t sure she even meant that.

“Isn’t it? And his apartment is huge! Afterwards, he made me an omelette and we drank wine before going again. Do you know the last time Nino and I did it twice in one night?”

“Should I?”

“Of course not, it’s been years. Seeing other people was the best idea we ever had.” Alya said.

“Best idea you ever had,” Marinette corrected her friend.

“Yes, but he’s on board,” Alya clarified.

“Is he?” Marinette couldn’t believe how single-minded Alya was being. “Because the times I’ve seen him since you downloaded that app, he hasn’t been very happy.”

“Oh, he just needs time to come round, it’s fine. So, what’s new with you?” Alya asked.

Marinette glanced at the time on her phone. It had taken her best friend forty-five minutes to ask Marinette a single question about her. Not even a ‘ça-va?’ when the first greeted each other.

“I’m good, actually. I have some news. Nathaniel and I are together, as of Saturday night.” She revealed.

“Girl! I’m so pleased for you. He’s a great guy.” Alya hugged her. “Tell me everything.”

Marinette filled in all the events of Saturday night and Sunday brunch, enjoying Alya’s reaction to Chloe’s insistence on giving a speech and her laughter at the mental image of Marinette and Nathaniel blushing like tomatoes under the glare of all their friends. Soon, they were discussing how quiet Hawk Moth had been lately and Marinette listened to Alya’s theory that he must work in the fashion industry because he was always inactive in the lead up to Fashion Week, with a sudden flurry of activity the weekend before it all began. He’d go silent again for the week of shows before resuming business as usual.

“If only Gabriel Agreste hadn’t been akumatised, he’s got all the personality traits to be an excellent maniacal supervillain.” Alya laughed and in spite of herself, so did Marinette.

They were still giggling when they wandered into the Tom & Sabine Boulangerie for pastries. Tom greeted them with a smile before drawing them both into his hulking chest for a floury hug.

“I’ve missed you, girls,” His booming voice enveloped them with the comfort as his arms provided.

“Papa,” Marinette laughed, “I saw you yesterday!”

“Ah, yes,” Tom wiggled his eyebrows comically and addressed Alya, “Did she tell you about her new man?”

Alya nodded, “She sure did. Are they disgustingly cute together?”

“Sooo disgusting,” Tom said and he and Alya laughed.

♥♡♥

“Is Nino still depressed about his girlfriend dating other guys?” Plagg asked from his hiding place in Adrien’s collar.

“What do you think?” Adrien quipped.

“You should pick up some cookies then, that bakery near the park make his favourites,” Plagg suggested.

Adrien couldn’t quite believe his ears, Plagg was actually being considerate for once.

“And get me some cheese gougères while you’re in there.” The kwami added.

Nope, not considerate after all. Adrien should have known, Plagg was only interested in cheese. The bakery was on his way to the park, though, so he pushed open the door to find Marinette and Alya already there. Tom Dupain was joking with them about something and both the girls were laughing heartily.

“Adrien!” Tom noticed him. “How lovely to see you, come on in. I’m getting to see all of Marinette’s school friends this week.”

“Hi, Mr Dupain, how are you?”

“I’m very well, thanks. And, it’s ‘Tom’, please. We’re all friends here.” Tom grinned.

“Okay… Tom, I’m just here for some of your amazing salted caramel cookies and half a dozen cheese gougères.” Adrien always felt a little overwhelmed by Tom and Sabine’s generosity and kindness; his own father wasn’t as solicitous towards him.

“Ooh, those cookies are a good choice,” Marinette said approvingly.

He smiled, “Thanks, they’re Nino’s favourite. I’m going to meet him at the park.”

Tom handed him a paper bag full of cookies and busied himself with the gougères. Adrien had a sudden thought.

“Do you two want to join us? We don’t have any real plans, we’re just at a loose end. Maybe we could hang in the park for a bit then get some food and come back to mine for dinner?” He suggested.

“I’m up for that,” Alya shrugged.

“Sure,” Marinette was hesitant. “I was going to see Nath tonight, though.”

“Invite him,” Adrien tried to sound nonchalant.

“Really? Brilliant, thanks.” Marinette smiled.

“It’s nothing,” Adrien grinned winningly and took out his phone to text Chloé.

♥♡♥

Marinette could fit her studio flat into Adrien’s apartment at least six times, she worked out during the tour. The bathroom alone was probably bigger. He moved out of the mansion after university, his father finally accepting that he needed his own space. Marinette suspected Gabriel carefully chose this place, given its vicinity to home.

“It’s amazing, Adrien,” She breathed, taking in the enormous open plan living room and kitchen.

“Come with me,” He smiled, eyes twinkling and he took her hand.

He led her to his bedroom and opened a set of double doors at the far end, revealing a Juliette balcony. Inviting her to step into the small space, he stood behind her. With one hand on her shoulder, he brought his head in line with hers, their cheeks almost touching. He pointed to a gap between two buildings on the opposite side of the courtyard.

“Notice anything familiar?” His voice was low and conspiratorial.

She faltered, his proximity making her cheeks flush. She was with Nathaniel now and she cared deeply for him, but her feelings for Adrien would take time to fade. Their closeness now was disconcerting and exciting. Looking at the spot beyond his outstretched finger, she focussed.

“Is that… my terrace?” She asked.

Adrien’s bedroom overlooked the top of the bakery and the roof terrace where Marinette spent so many happy hours. It was where she relaxed with Tikki and tended to her flowers, where Chat Noir would stop by and flirt and where she and Alya would hang out after school, talking about her latest theory on Ladybug. Happy memories washed over her and a contented sigh escaped her lips. She leaned into Adrien, his strong chest taking her weight.

“It’s a shame you don’t live there anymore, we could have waved to each other in the mornings,” He said longingly.

“Mmhmm,” Marinette agreed, closing her eyes as his voice washed over her.

Simultaneously, though, they both remembered themselves and suddenly straightened up, putting as much distance between themselves as the small balcony area would allow.

“Uh,” Adrien scratched the back of his neck, “We should go back and join Nino and Alya.”

“Y-y-yes.” Oh, no. Why was she stuttering again?

The arrived in the living room in time to answer a knock at the door.

“Adrikins! Look who I found on my way over,” Chloé stood in the hallway, draped over Nathaniel.

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sassysweetstories · 7 years

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More Than Us

Request: “Can I have a Stiles x reader where : Your best friend Kira wants to go on a date with Scott but is too awkward to go alone so she recruited you (the single reader) for a double date, Scott brings Stiles and throughout the date the reader is super flirty with Stiles and Stiles keeps on being the fluffy cinnamon roll he is ( and maybe flirts back a bit). And Scott is like "how the heck are they acting more like a couple than us?" I just thought of this and I'm dying a bit ❤️❤️❤️😂”

Ship: Stiles x Fem!Reader, Scott x Kira

Warning: flirting, fluff, swearing, etc.

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners.

Your P.O.V

The moment I entered the stench-filled school I knew my friend, Kira, needed someone to talk to. You see, she had been crushing on Scott McCall, another good friend of mine. I would have to be blind to not see the clear connection between the two, but I know Kira better than most I’d found her in the lounge area, exactly where I’d thought she’d be. She was moping and I couldn’t figure out as to why. The boy of her dreams liked her back? What’s there to mope about. The minute I sat down, she confessed her worries to me like a client would with her therapist. “Ugh! I just I like him so much but I just don’t wanna do this alone! I’m so scared..”

I nod along, listening closely while reading the latest marvel comic. All of a sudden, I noticed the room getting aggressively quiet. Not only that, but I felt a pair of eyes watching me intensely. Kira’s eyes, to be exact. She had an enormous smile that seemed to outstretch her own face. “What-?” I ask, confused and almost scared. “Why are you looking at me like that?” She nearly jumped out of her seat before yelling out. “YOU CAN COME WITH ME!!” I spit out my drink, glancing at the lunchroom to see that we’ve drawn more attention than I would have liked. “ARE YOU-” I say somewhat loudly before hushing my voice. “Are you out of your mind?! What?! Like a double date?!” Kira squealed in excitement.

“THAT’S GENIUS!! Sounds like a plan!” I shake my head, completely baffled by her outrageous statement. “Are you crazy?! Who would even be my date?!” All of a sudden, we heard a low whistle, grabbing both of our attentions. Scott waves at us with a goofy smile that makes me understand why Kira fell for him. Accompanied by a handsome boy that I’ve had the hots for since forever. That boy being Stiles Stilinski. He winks at me and I nearly melt. I wave back awkwardly before glancing back at Kira who wears the same smile as me. We wears the same smile as me. We look at each other for a few seconds before I cave in.

“Ugh, I know I’m gonna regret this, but what the hell! I’m in!” She leaps out of her chair to hug me while giggling loudly. And though it draws a lot of attention, I don’t care. She’s happy and that’s all that matters. “I owe you bit time!!” Friday, a.k.a date night, came around faster than I had planned. In no time, Kira had called me, completely panicking over what she should wear. “No matter what you wear-” I tell her. “He’ll love it. I guarantee it. Besides, what’s the point in fussing over clothes when he’s gonna rip them off of you later?” She squealed loudly and I can’t help but snort. “(Y/N)?!?! STOP IT!! Get your head out of the gutter!!”

I snort again. “Impossible. Everything’s gonna be fine. I’m sure you look gorgeous. He won’t know what hit him.” Glancing down at my outfit, I nod in approval. I’m not much of a dress person but I decided to take a risk and go for a casual grey dress, a blue jean jacket to compliment my shoulders and red-converse. Because Scott didn’t have a car, Stiles picked up Kira and him up before coming to get me. After putting on the last touches, my phone buzzed. A message from Kira. On our way. I’m so nervous. I laugh a little before running down the stairs to answer my door. On the other side stood a strapping handsome boy; Stiles.

He eyed me up and down, staring mostly at my legs and chest. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t look good. Stiles stuttered, his cheeks flushing crimson red. “(Y/n)- you- you look gorgeous. You don’t usually wear dresses. I- I mean you look great in them!” He mumbles, somewhat awkwardly. But it’s cute nonetheless. I close my door and smile sweetly at him. “You look very handsome too. Plus, I figured if this night goes well, I wanted to make sure I wore something that was easy to get out of.” Swiveling my hip, I brush past him. My hips pressing against his inner thigh. I hear him groan and cuss behind me before running over to open my door like a gentleman.

I feel his eyes watch my ass before rounding the corner of the car to hop in on his side. I notice before he gets in, a glance shared between him and Scott. I could have sworn he have the dorky boy a thumbs up. The thought made me smile, knowing Scott could hear our conversation clearly. When I sit down, I turn over my shoulder to acknowledge my friends before winking playfully at Kira. She blushes and smiles, happily. The conversation flows easily between the four of us. I can only imagine what would have happened if Stiles and I weren’t there. When we arrive at the arcade, Stiles is out of the car faster than I thought were possible. He stumbled to pop my door open. Surprised, I take his hand before waiting patiently for the others.

Third P.O.V

Shit, what was I doing. Scott thought to himself. He wasn’t being as nearly as romantic as he wanted to be. But as they drew closer to the arcade, they stumbled upon a massive puddle. One that he knew Kira didn’t want to get wet in. Grinning to himself at his new-found opportunity, he looked over at Kira before asking. “Here, can I help you over the puddle?” She smiled shyly before nodding. (Y/n) sent her friend a thumbs up, smiling encouragingly. Carrying her bridal style through the water, Scott looked at Stiles who wore a proud smile. When he set her down, Kira thanked him sweetly before walking ahead with (Y/n). They talked quietly, glancing back at the boys before giggling.

Stiles nudged his best friend, grinning from ear to ear. “Nice one, bro.” Laughing together, they chase after the girls. Scott was more than thrilled to have Stiles here with him. His never ending encouragement was exactly what he needed for this date. Popping down at the nearest booth, conversation flowed easily between the four teens. They laughed until their stomachs ached. (Y/n) was being a lot more touchy-feely than Stiles had originally anticipated because the young boy continued to shift in discomfort. His member growing at every flirt she threw in his direction.

So, in protest, he turned to her with a crooked grin and said, “(Y/n). If I bought you a bikini would you model it for me?” At first (Y/n) was shocked by Stiles’ suggestive statement but she brushed off her shock by saying smoothly. “Well that depends, Stiles. If I buy you nothing, can you model that for me?” Baffled, the young boy’s jaw hit the ground in shock. Kira covered her mouth to hide her snort. Scott chuckled quietly at his best friends shocked expression. Every time Stiles came up with a perfect flirtation, (Y/n) would one up him with an even more dirty one.

The best part though was when Stiles had nothing. No quick witted response, no flirtatious comeback, nothing. The sight made (Y/n) grin. She was enjoying this more than she should. After dinner, the four kids made their way over to the bowling alley. They all walk take their designated turns, that was when (Y/n) requested for Stiles’ help. The young boy glanced back at his best friend, a mix of excitement but worry nonetheless. There was a sense of thrill he had been feeling all night from her. The teasing and confident remarks drove him wild. The sexual tension was down right palpable. Palms sweaty, he stood behind (Y/n), resting his massive calloused hands around her hands and waist.

She shimmed ever so slightly against the side of Stiles’ waistband. Wide eyed, he felt his member growing. It was completely unstoppable. They moved in unison, tossing the ball until the pins tumbled. Despite their heated moment they both shout in joy, hugging one another in pure competitive excitement. Hand in hand, the two sat down. Well, Stiles sat down. (Y/n) sat on his lap. The action mad Stiles blush but he found himself wrapping his arms around her. They cuddled on the couch as Scott and Kira kept playing, not acting as flirty and touchy as the other two. Though Scott wanted to. He wasn’t sure how to even initiate it. Finally he laughed, causing all the kids to look at him. “How are they acting more like a couple than us?”

Kira blushed and laughed with the others. (Y/n) gave her a knowing glance. Do it. Take the risk. She sighed before saying, “How ‘bout we one up them?” Kira mutters sweetly before pressing her lips to Scott’s. The action takes him by surprise but in no time he kisses back with just as much passion. (Y/n) and Stiles grin fro their best friends, happy to have something good going for them. The rest of the night, the kids laughed until their stomachs ached and ate until they had to roll on another out of the door. Not only had on relationship blossom, it seemed as though, there were two.

(I hope you liked it! Please comment below! It would be very much appreciated!)

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zephrbabe · 7 years

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@dresupi needed a pick-me-up, so here’s what came off the keyboard. Some sick!Darcy, with a little pining, and Tony being a bro.

“What's this?”

Darcy's shoulders hunched up against her will, and she fought to have her body relax back into the sofa. The minute gesture caused a small avalanche of kleenex to cascade off her lap.

Why did it have to be Tony? He was only going to make fun of her. He could charm a boardroom full of angry stockholders, but he could never manage not to sound like an older brother picking at his siblings when he was in the Tower.

“Hey, short stack, what's with all the Captain America merch? Have I not hooked you up with enough Iron Man kitsch?”

“I'm sick,” she coughed, hoping he'd be too disgusted to stick around and pry. She blew her nose for good measure, and wished she hadn't already run out of the moisturized tissues.

“I can see that,” Tony said, plopping down next to her. He was within arm's reach, despite her being germy and gross.

“I'm germy and gross.”

“So you are,” he said, doing that annoying head-tilt-with-eyebrow that Darcy didn't have turned on her very often. “Jarvis, order some soup for Lewis. Broth or something. That's what sick people like, right?”

“Certainly, sir,” Jarvis' mild voice replied. “Would you prefer chicken noodle or tom yum, Miss Lewis?”

Darcy opened her mouth, but Tony beat her to it, “Just get both. And have some aloe tissues sent up. Your nose looks like Rudolf's.”

“Thanks,” Darcy grumbled, pulling the thick fleece blanket up to her chin. Why had she thought leaving her bedroom was a good idea?

Tony reached out and tugged the rucked-up blanket over her toes. She watched, with growing apprehension, as his shrewd gaze took note of every single item around her.

“Even your socks have Cap on them,” he said. “Your pajamas have stars and shields, and this blanket is the vintage comic book design we gave out for his 95th birthday extravaganza in the park, when you laughed about sitting on his face and seeing fireworks.” A familiar expression of discovery clicked on Stark's face. “Lewis, do you-”

“Makes me feel better,” she interrupted in a small voice. The roughness of her throat almost didn't let her get it out, but she was too tired and achy to stop herself. She didn't want to be teased, but she wanted to hold back even less.

Tony handed her the mug of tea Jane had left her with; it was cold, but that was ok. She untucked the blanket so she could stick her arm out and take it from him. It was weird enough that Tony was handing her anything that she blurted, “Not gonna get the real thing, so.”

Tony's head rose and he cast a considering look over the top of the sofa, behind her. The back of Darcy's neck prickled. What was he looking at?

He plucked the Iron Patriot mug from Darcy's unresisting fingers and let it thunk onto the table, sloshing a little.

“Well- that's enough bedside manner for me,” he quipped, jumping up from the plush sofa like he wasn't practically old enough to need his knee joints replaced. He patted his hands on his overpriced jeans, flicked his eyes at Darcy, and said over his shoulder as he left, “You are totally germy and gross, Lewis.”

Darcy tried tossing a wadded-up tissue at him, but he was already out of range. The floor around her, she noted vaguely, was littered with balled tissues.

The fleece blanket was great- opportunity to sit on Steve's illustrated face aside- but Darcy was feeling chilled, and she regretted not hauling another one up here with her when she'd had the energy. The perceived drop in body temperature was making her drowsy, and she was contemplating whether she should try to shuffle around so she could lay out, or just put her feet up on the coffee table and damn the awkward position.

Just as she was unwinding her arms from her cocoon, someone set a steaming mug into her hands. Startled, but too lethargic to spill, Darcy looked up and sucked in a breath so sharply that she started coughing again.

“Damn- let me-” Steve lifted the mug away and set it on the coffee table. He bent down and placed a broad, warm hand on her back, rubbing in circles. He probably thought he was being soothing; as though having his hands on her didn't cause Darcy's heart rate to pick up.

She wished she didn't react quite so strongly, or at least that her reactions weren't as obvious as the blush she could feel engulfing her face. Darcy could only hope Steve mistook her red fluster for lack of oxygen.

He sat down in the spot Tony had just vacated and handed her the fresh mug of tea again; this one had a chibi Thor shouting something in Japanese. She couldn't smell anything right now, but there was a whole leaf in the bottom of the mug, so she assumed it was the good stuff. Kind of wasted on her at the moment, of course.

“Heard you were sick,” Steve said. He wasn't doing anything- just sitting next to her with his hands hanging between his knees.

Darcy took a deep drink of tea, and sighed as the heat spread through her chest. She felt human enough for the moment, the chill and pressure in her sinuses receding.

“Is that all you heard?” Her bravery had returned enough to ask, but not enough to look at him while she did. She fiddled with the mug, watching the tea leaf dance and settle as she moved.

Steve didn't say anything, but reached out and gathered a little of the blanket fabric in his fist. He let the little, repeating shield pattern slip through his fingers a few times, his hand drawing closer to the edge tucked under her chin with each pass. Darcy was holding her breath by the time his fingers brushed her jaw.

“Would having the real thing make you feel better?”

When she met his eyes, the breath left her unsteadily. His expression- that one she saw on him sometimes at Tony’s parties when he thought no one was looking- was vulnerable and a little melancholy behind his half-smile. She forgot, sometimes, that everyone he'd known was gone, and those who surrounded him now were nothing like the friends he'd had when the world wasn't so foreign.

Darcy covered his hand with her own, pressing their warm fingers together. The bleary sensation she always had when she was sick lifted; for once, felt like she knew what to say.

“The real thing is always better.”

Darcy was watching his eyes start to smile, and in the diffuse light of the overcast day, they were so blue she couldn’t look away. The melancholy drained out of his face, and though the vulnerability remained, it was something more hopeful. Darcy didn’t want to look away.

“Accept no substitutes?” he asked, his lips turning up into a truer smile than she could recall seeing. Steve brushed his thumb over her cheek, sending a shiver over her. “Are you cold?”

Darcy turned her face into the warmth of his palm with a quiet, “A bit.” The fuzziness of her fever was returning, and Darcy had a horrible suspicion she'd just hallucinated an entire conversion with the guy she had a crush on. He was nice enough to bring her tea, though, so maybe he’d be willing to bring her another blanket.

“You're not hallucinating,” Steve laughed. “And I can do you one better than a blanket, if you're amenable.”

Darcy tipped her head back onto the sofa cushions like a starlet and let her sore throat make her voice extra husky, “I'm always amenable, Captain Steve.”

“In that case-”

Darcy’s sluggish brain didn't register all the movements, but she ended up sprawled over a warm super-soldier, a blanket with his alter-ego punching a Nazi covering them. Somewhere in the mix, Steve had toed off his shoes and set Darcy’s tea down.

The sleepiness was overtaking her again, but she tried to savor the sensation of being pillowed on the pecs of righteousness. Above her, Steve laughed softly.

“I could stay like this indefinitely,” Darcy mumbled, “if you're amenable.”

“Where you're concerned,” Steve said into her messy hair, “I'm always amenable.”

#darcy lewis #steve rogers #tony stark #darcy x steve #being sick is no fun #unless it nets you snuggles #this goes out to all the peeps I follow who are having a tough time rn #steve-snuggles to you all

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