#but gosh watching this in class brought me back

[adrianlyles]

Pretty Little Liars (2010 - 2017) Psycho (1960)

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[loggiepj]

Crush

Cheerleader Wanda x Nerd Fem Reader Short Stories

Wanda walks in, wearing her school's cheerleading uniform, along with her friends Natasha, Maria and Carol. Every student in the hallway stares at them as they pass along, books falling from grasp, whistles from all corners and sound of clapping from the basketball team.

You on the other hand is busy with your camera, a vintage Olympus Pen EE-3. You are to meet Pietro in the school's darkroom to have the pictures you have taken earlier that morning developed. You are a senior transferee from a neighboring school and have only started three months ago, yet you have no problem finding friends like Pietro and Yelena.

Unaware of the popular girls heading your way, you accidentally bump into Wanda as they begin to turn around the corner.

"Watch where you're going!" Wanda yells when her uniform is ruined by the cup of coffee she is carrying.

"Shit, sorry, Wands," you apologize. You take tissues from your bag as you attempt to wipe the stain off her uniform.

"Oh, it's you, Y/n," Wanda says. Her demeanor has softened when she sees your pretty face, smiling from ear to ear. "It's okay, I brought a spare uniform in my locker. Why don't you buy me a cup of coffee instead as payback? Later at 4pm after cheer practice?"

You nod, breathless. "Yeah, sure, Wands. I'll see you later then."

Wanda smiles before leaning in to kiss your cheek, making you blush and frozen on the spot.

The girls then walk away, Natasha laughing with others. "Gosh, why is she so oblivious?"

Wanda sighs, wiping her uniform with the tissue you gave. "I don't know. I don't know if she even likes me."

"Come on, Wanda," Carol interrupts. "You're everybody's type."

"Not hers," she complains as as she arrives at her locker and takes the extra uniform she brought with her to school.

Wanda thinks it was love at first sight when she saw you in her house months ago, playing video games with her brother Pietro. You are in the same class as him. Wanda has heard about a new student starting that day and she has been so ecstatic to meet you and endorse her candidacy as the class president. She has no idea that you will take her breath away when meeting you.

Wanda is used to have a number of suitors, both boys and girls, but no one has caught her attention yet. Wanda thought being a cheerleader would help her romantically, but somehow she was never interested in anyone after a single date. She will probably die a virgin.

But when she hears you laugh, it is the most beautiful thing Wanda has ever heard in her life. And it has become her mission to get to know you and be hers.

The only downside to it is you never seem interested in her. In fact, you are the only one who hasn't asked her out. She tried to ask Pietro if you were dating someone and if you liked girls, but he was also unaware of the answers.

Unbeknownst to Wanda though, your cheeks never return back to normal as you head to the darkroom to find Pietro. You have been crushing on his sister for too long now, but you know you have no chance.

You're barely a nobody. While Wanda is part of the popular girls, you are just the school's newly assigned photographer.

You fell in love with Wanda when you took a picture of her in one of their cheerdancing practices, as ordered by the principal for the school newspaper.

You are basically a nerd, standing on the very last level of the food chain. She won't see you that way.

Wanda nods then turns back to her locker. She smiles as she brushes the selfie of you two together taped in her locker before closing.

But Wanda has seen you in every way.

"Come on, Wanda," Natasha calls, bringing Wanda back to the present. "We're going to be late for cheer practice."

Author's note: This will be a part of a series of short drabbles about Cheerleader Wanda, because I want to read more about Cheerleader Wanda but I don't have enough words to turn it into a fanfic. 😂✌

"Girls! Wait for me!" Wanda shouts as she runs towards her friends.

[akaakeis]

going on a drive with them -- multi .ᐟ.ᐟ

pairing(s) : bokuto kōtarō, kuroo tetsurō, suna rintarō, sakusa kiyoomi, and kiyoko shimizu x gn!reader (separate!!)

wc : ~200 each .ᐟ

notes//cw : happy 300 posts !! this is me brain dumping bc i haven't posted any writing lately,, food is mentioned in suna's and kuroo's,, they are the ones driving in this hc- let me know if u want a ver. w the reader driving!,, i think that's it tho!! lmk if i missed anything <3

𖥔  oh gosh... a car ride with kōtarō bokuto is never dull.

𖥔  he loves randomly taking you out for drives!!

𖥔  he's gonna keep a hand on you AT ALL TIMES!! like he'll either have it on your leg or you'll both be resting your arms on the compartment between the seats, holding hands.

𖥔  he will BEG you to take the aux cause he loves your music taste <3

𖥔  if he knows the song well enough he will sing along as you two drive!!

𖥔  not simply singing along though...

𖥔  he will lock in and shout out those lyrics, eventually getting you to sing along with him

𖥔  he probably took you out for the drive a bit before the sunset... yes he planned that!! but akaashi suggested the time LMAO

𖥔  when the sun starts to set, you guys drive into an empty area by the side of the road, and you guys get out of the car

𖥔  and he'll get you both up on the roof of the car!! he brought blankets and stuff too

𖥔  the two of you just sit on the roof of the car and watch the sunset together, all huddled up in the blankets he brought <33

𖥔  on the drive back home, you play softer music and yap about your days together :)

𖥔  it's not a drive with tetsurō kuroo unless it's a late night!!

𖥔  he would be trying to fall asleep but fail miserably, resorting to just waking you up 😭

𖥔  "wanna go drive thru somewhere?"

𖥔  you, in a half-awake state mutter an agreement, getting out of bed and into the car

𖥔  he'll hold your hand as you guys drive and you take the aux out of habit

𖥔  it's safe to say you guys end up having a full on karaoke session in the car once you wake up a bit more!!

𖥔  you guys drive through some random 24hr drive thru and pull into the (extremely empty, desolate even) parking lot to eat your food

𖥔  the two of you end up chilling in the car for the rest of the night!! you use your phone and pull up a show the two of you have been watching and you prop it up on the dash of the car LMAOO

𖥔  so the night turns into a binge watching of some tv series accompanied by a drive thru and some karaoke!!

𖥔  "oh my god we have morning classes tomorrow."

𖥔  yeah maybe it wasn't the best idea BUT AT LEAST IT WAS A LOT OF FUN!!

𖥔  you both end up speeding home and knocking out asap in an attempt to get some rest before pounding your head with information right when you wake up

𖥔  yeah... rintarō suna only takes you on late night drives too.

𖥔  he would randomly start spam texting you in the middle of the night saying "let's go to (some 24 hour drive thru)"

𖥔  and you were still awake so why not?

𖥔  he has a DEATHGRIP on having the aux... in the car, don't expect to get the aux unless he's converted you into a severe underground music glazer.

𖥔  he'll be playing the most unknown songs to mankind... but they're honestly pretty good!!

𖥔 it's a pretty chill car ride, honestly

𖥔  you'll be leaning over on his shoulder and just vibing out w the music

𖥔  he'd be telling you about the song and the artist too :))

𖥔  when you're done with that car ride you will have like... 5 new music artists that you like

𖥔  anyway you guys go through the drive thru pretty quick and you head straight home!!

𖥔  once ygs get home you go to his room and continue listening to his playlist and chat while you eat your food <3

𖥔  it ends up becoming a gossip session LMAO

𖥔  ALSO!! you guys pull an all nighter together

𖥔  kiyoomi sakusa took you out for a drive because you weren't able to sleep <3

𖥔  he thought that going for a drive would help to calm your nerves and make you sleepy

𖥔  honestly he was right because he's a really good driver... the ride wasn't bumpy at all!!

𖥔  he holds onto your hand as you guys drive and he lets you use the aux- you opt for calmer music so that he enjoys it too :)

𖥔  he also tells you about his day since he knows you like the sound of his voice

𖥔  just random yapping so that you get to listen to him talk... his voice is so soothing!!!

𖥔  did i mention when he's holding onto your hand he's running his thumb back and forth on the back of your hand

𖥔  he doesn't notice at first when you fall asleep but when he does? he shuts up and and finds himself smiling at how cute you look when you're asleep

𖥔  he drives back home and carries you into the house, putting you into bed before crawling in after you

𖥔  it was a super duper peaceful night <33

𖥔  kiyoko shimizu had a plan before taking you out for a drive!!

𖥔  she didn't tell you anything and was purposely vague about where you would both be going <3

𖥔  LITTLE DID YOU KNOW!!! THE AURORA BOREALIS WAS GOING TO BE VISIBLE THAT NIGHT!!!

𖥔  she took you out for the drive when the sun was setting, and you guys were aimlessly driving around for about an hour while listening to music on the radio <3

𖥔  you guys got to chat a lot during the drive, and for the entirety of that time, she had one of your hands pulled onto her lap as she drove!! <3

𖥔  when the lights were finally showing up in the sky you guys were in a very rural area, just so that you could see it better

𖥔  the two of you sat on the hood of the car and watch the lights until they went away <3

𖥔  and!!! you guys were cuddled up and sharing a blanket that she always keeps in the back seat of her car for you :)

𖥔  you took a bunch of pictures of the lights- mostly her, but also a couple of the lights-

𖥔  while you guys were watching the lights, you ended up talking about your plans for the future and how she was a part of them <3

𖥔  it was a very soft night for you guys!!

notes :: 

okay i kept giggling while i wrote this 

i love hcs because you dont have to expand on them its just what it is

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[loveephia]

HIS CUTE FIANCÉ | ushijima wakatoshi

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, a sprinkle of angst, cute scenes of you and ushijima, your schoolmates being slightly jealous of you both, reader comes from a rich family, kind of manhwa-esque.

⚠ warning/s: reader hurts herself on accident and while cooking.

note: i remember people wanting a little drabble on this when i posted my 200 followers special, so here you go! :D

"oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh." was what ran through your mind when you watched ushijima wakatoshi officially sign the contract.

it was an arranged marriage. ushijima is knowingly the number two ace of japan, while your family owns a big sports company. this marriage would benefit ushijima in terms of popularity, while your family would benefit in more sales.

soon enough, this marriage would all be terminated once both sides are content with the outcome, so ushijima and his family agreed by contract. you were ecstatic, to say the least, having successfully hidden your small crush on the giant for ages now.

"it's a pleasure to be working with you, son." your father held out his hand to shake ushijima's.

somehow, during the next day at shiratorizawa, word got out of you two getting married soon, and it was all your schoolmates could talk about.

they all chattered about you both non-stop, saying how annoyingly perfect you are together. ushijima is this big, strong guy who has this intense passion for volleyball, yet he still happens to make time for you. while you're his doting and clumsy wife-to-be.

clumsy, you ask? well, one time, you tripped up the stairs because you were too busy admiring ushijima. you ended up with a medium-sized scar and several specks on your knee, but it all ended alright, since ushijima took nice care of it.

he led you to the infirmary, but unfortunately, the nurse was out on break, so ushijima took matters into his own hands. he first disinfected the minor wounds made before pouring a tiny bit of the antibiotics on a clean cotton ball. he then lightly padded it onto your scarred knee.

you apologized to ushijima for worrying him like this, but he brushed it off, telling you that it was nothing. "i don't mind taking care of you. it's the least that i could do while we're together."

the volleyball team was shocked from the news, to say the least. ushijima was surely handsome, but he can be a bit aloof, so it could drive some of the girls away. because of that, the team didn't expect that he'd be the first from them all to get married.

"so, how's married life treating ya, ushiwaka?" tendō joked, leaning an arm on his broad shoulder. "we're not married yet." ushijima stoicly replied.

"yet! he said yet!" your heart felt innocently happy at his choice of wording.

you were never too big on cooking, but to impress ushijima, you spent an entire week in shiratorizawa's hot and fiery kitchen, getting taught how to make the best hayashi rice by the school's cooking club.

"why'd you decide to do this, y/n? i mean.. you'd usually stay the farthest from the stove whenever we have home economic classes." a member asked curiously. you jumped at the sudden question, as if being caught red-handed. "oh! uhm.. i wanted to give ushi— i mean.. wakatoshi a bento to thank him for taking care of me this one time." your face went aflame at the memory of him patching up your knee with a cute band-aid.

you bashfully rubbed the back of your head, "but i don't think my current cooking skills will be enough to satisfy his taste buds."

"that's true, you're a terrible cook, y/n!" a friend walking by teased you while you tried to defend yourself, failing miserably in the process.

"anyway, that's why i came here. to get better." you said, determination in those eyes of yours. it moved the cooking club's members, and they adored your resoluteness. "okay, we'll help you!"

once you mastered the recipe, you added your own twist to be original and brought ushijima a bento. it was bundled up in a pastel wrapping cloth with a cute pattern on it. your classmates marveled at it, awaiting for the two of you to speak.

"what's this?" ushijima asked.

"it's.. hayashi rice. i made it. i hope you like it..!"

you left the classroom quickly to protect yourself from his reaction, which could only go both ways; good or bad. "i don't think my heart can take it if he dislikes my cooking.." you thought.

ushijima had already really liked the hayashi rice being served in the cafeteria, but since this was made by you, he supposes that he can take a bite or two.

and oh, did he love it.

it was similar to shiratorizawa's hayashi rice, but the flavor was more prominent, and the taste was much richer. i guess this is what happens when you have a bit of allowance left from your parents. aka the ingredients were pricey, and you had access to more spices since the shiratorizawa kitchen was a bit limited.

but not only that, he could tell that it was made with love (as if the heart-shaped rice wasn't obvious enough). ushijima had noticed your fingers being covered with small cuts earlier, probably from slicing the ingredients. it showed him that you really worked hard to make it.

he kindly asked if you could make another.

whenever you and ushijima are sitting next to each other in the cafeteria, you'd play with his large calloused hands for the fun of it. he doesn't mind, really. it's almost as if a kitten was massaging some bread on his palm. quite therapeutic if i do say so myself.

a bold move of ushijima that you'll never forget is the time he hugged you from behind for the first time. he was tired from practice and wanted to rest a bit, so he used you as his pillow. rest assured that he was feeling well-energized with you in his muscular arms.

you warmed up to ushijima and managed to earn yourself a soft spot in his heart. even ushijima's fellow volleyball members have noticed how relaxed he's been lately.

the day of termination has come, and both sides were more than happy with what they profited. ushijima had gotten more magazine gigs for the sports section, and your family had gained more than enough money to last them until the next generation.

you and ushijima were in your father's spacious office room with the contract laying despairingly on the table in front of you. your father, himself, was sitting on the opposing side of the both of you.

thinking of this all ending makes your heart heavy, but ushijima never did this for love, so i guess it's to be expected. being loved back is asking for too much, so the least you could do is respect his own feelings.

"i'm thankful for the past few months."

you reluctantly signed your signature on the left side of the contract and waited patiently for ushijima to pick up the pen and do the same.

but he never did.

with a sigh, ushijima speaks up, "is it possible to renew the contract? i don't think i'm satisfied yet."

your jaw drops, and you face your father, whose expression seems to be a playful one. "oho~ and what have you still not gotten out of this that isn't to your heart's content? a sports scholarship for college? or perhaps a partnership?" he lists.

"your daughter's real hand in marriage." ushijima states.

"huh?!" you face ushijima to see if this is just some kind of cruel joke being played on you, but ushijima wasn't one for funny punchlines. in fact, he was always very straightforward.

"that is if.. y/n is okay with it." and now, ushijima and your father are looking at you for your answer.

you nod shyly and look down at your own lap.

"very well then! i'll check this with my lawyer and my wife to see what we can do." your father walked out of the office room, leaving you with ushijima.

you play with the hem of your dress nervously, not knowing what to say. "i saw the way you hesitated to sign the contract earlier," ushijima started, and you turn to him, surprised by how on-point his assesment was, "so i thought that you'd be okay to continue being engaged."

"truthfully, i grew comfortable with your presence. and on days when you weren't beside me, i'd wonder where you were and how you were doing."

"there was never a day where you weren't on my mind." he admits.

now you were feeling dizzy from his words. "i- i see.."

"is that all you have to say to me?" ushijima asks, hopeful, as he leans close to you. "w- well..!"

you muster up your remaining courage and silently mumble, "..thank you for loving me, wakatoshi."

ushijima smiles gently at your verbal reply, it being exactly what he wanted to hear.

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[simplygyuu]

Valentines Day

synopsis : beomgyu accidentally confesses to you before he was supposed to...

genre : fluff and romance

pairings : beomgyu x gender neutral!reader

warnings : super short like only 300 something words </3

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“I'm going to confess to you on valentines day.”

“What?” You exclaimed, eyes wide as Beomgyu looked down at you. His hands were placed on your desk as the rest of the class quickly filed out of the room. It was the end of the day afterall.

“You're free after school, right?” Beomgyu continued, a pretty smile on his face as if he wasn't literally confessing to you. It was extremely sudden.

“..Yeah?” You glanced around the now empty classroom out of embarrassment, feeling flustered. You could feel your cheeks heating up. What was going on? He was quick to respond.

“So be prepared, ‘kay?”

“Okay.” Beomgyu smiled even brighter at your words before his brows furrowed the smallest bit and you watched his eyes rake over your face. Did he notice how flushed you were? Why was he looking at you so intently?

“Why is your face so red?” He tilted his head the slightest bit to the side, brows brought together but eyes big. He was so pretty, his longer hair framing his face beautifully. You were a bit entranced by him before finally realizing he was waiting for a response.

“Well.. because this is basically a confession already.”

“Ah!” He exclaimed, jumping up and taking his hands off your desk with wide eyes. His cheeks also began to turn red along with the tip of his ears before he brought a hand up to scratch the back of his neck and look away. “Then forget what I said, please.”

After he squeaked those words out, obviously embarrassed, he flung his bag over his shoulder and scurried out of the classroom, leaving you there alone in the process. You stared at the door he ran out of for a few seconds in disbelief before laughter bubbled out of your chest. As you began packing up your things you couldn't help but fondly think 'gosh he is so dumb sometimes.'

Well, at least you knew you'd have a date tomorrow for valentines day.

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[knifedancer]

Not Dating

Day by day, one by one, Marinette’s classmates noticed that the young designer had gotten closer to Felix. Close enough to be considered dating. Finally, the entire class is convinced that the two ARE dating.

The only problem is that Felix nor Marinette seem to know about it.

Felix (PV) x Marinette, posted to AO3.

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~~~SCENE 1: Lila~~~

Lila was walking down a shopping district when she caught sight of her favorite victim—er, classmate eating at a nearby café. Carefully maneuvering around the outdoor patio in a way so that she would not be seen, she noticed that Marinette was not alone… Across from her sat the snobbish cousin of Adrien’s: Felix Graham-Agreste. The Italian narrowed her eyes as she took in their chummy atmosphere. ‘When did they get so close?’

“Oh my gosh, Marinette! What a coincidence!” The liar called out as she exited her hiding spot.

The designer’s countenance darkened a bit as the liar approached, her voice dropping into a flat irritated tone. “Lila.” The snake’s eyes gleamed with a cruel light, her smile becoming a bit sharper.

“What do you want, Rossi?” Came the exasperated, blunt voice of her pale blond companion. Rude.

“What? Can’t I say hello to my classmates? I stop by this café all the time; the owner is like a father to me. I highly recommend the pasta!”

“It’s a boba café, they don’t sell pasta!” Cried the exasperated class president.

“Well, it’s on the secret men—”

“Hi, order number 42?” A waiter interrupted, pointing to the little plastic table number resting beside Felix’s elbow. “Who had the honeydew milk tea?” Marinette raised her hand and he set it before her. “And one matcha milk tea for the gentleman. Please enjoy.”

The two teens stared down Lila as the waiter left two straws and returned to his post inside to take orders. She scoffed as she sauntered away, pretending to look over the posted menu while spying on the pair. ‘Perhaps I can get something good to lie about at school tomorrow…’ she thought, watching them from the corner of her eye.

“Mm, this honeydew is delicious!” The bluenette remarked while sipping happily on her drink.

“Let me try,” Lila watched as Felix grabbed the drink right out of Marinette’s hands.

“Hey! Don’t steal all my tapioca pearls, jerk!”

The blond brought the same straw to his lips to take a sip. “Hmm, you’re right, not too sweet.” The designer’s scowl transformed into a smug smile as he set the glass back down in front of her, continuing to enjoy her drink without a second thought.

‘Did they just…indirectly kiss?! Oh my, talk about juicy gossip!’ Lila’s lips curled into a wicked smile; she couldn’t wait to twist this into a new story tomorrow!

~~~ The next day…

“You’ll never believe this, girls. Marinette was on a date with Felix!” Lila sobbed, “After I told her how much I liked him, too!”

“Aw, Lila…I’m sure that’s not what it was,” Mylene comforted the girl.

“I saw it! They were all lovey-dovey, sharing a drink—” The liar attempted.

“Girl, are you sure that your lying disease isn’t acting up again?” Alya asked skeptically as Lila tensed. “I mean…Marinette and Felix? Pfft, that’d never happen!”

“Does seem rather far-fetched,” murmured Juleka in agreement.

“But I really saw—" she tried again in vain.

“Shh, it’s okay. Why don’t you tell us more about your recent trip to Achu instead, Lila?” Rose begged the flabbergasted liar.

~~~SCENE 2: Adrien~~~

It was Saturday and the teen heartthrob of Paris had just finished a photoshoot early. Nathalie had even agreed to let him enjoy a little free time! ‘Too bad Nino is busy with Alya today,’ he thought glumly as he looked around the park. Spying his favorite designer’s balcony in the distance brought a smile to his face once again. ‘Maybe Marinette would want to play some UMS III!’ Destination set, Adrien began crossing the park at a leisurely pace, enjoying the sun and the breeze on such a pleasant day.

He watched as kids chased each other through the park, vendors sold balloons and treats, and friends picnicked on checkered blankets. The model smiled as his roaming eyes noted happy couples – like the two giggling college students holding hands as they walked, Marinette and Felix lounging under a tree, the young man chasing—WAIT. Marinette and Felix were what?

Adrien’s eyes locked back onto the pair beneath the tree in disbelief. Felix was sitting with his back against the trunk while reading the book he held in one hand. Sprawled out between his knees was a slumbering bluenette, her sketchpad forgotten on her lap while her fingers still twitched with the pencil between the digits. Her body was slumped slightly to the right, her head lazily resting against his cousin’s chest. Dumbstruck, he continued to stare as Felix brought his free hand up to turn the page before returning it back to its original place, his silver ring gleaming in a wayward sunbeam as his fingers idly played with one of Marinette’s pigtails.

They looked…comfortable. Closer than he remembered them being.

Marinette seemed to stir, her eyes squinting slightly against the sunlight before she began to shift. The blond’s hand extracted itself from her hair, his eyes falling away from those crisp white pages to gaze down at the girl in his lap. The bluenette resettled on her left side, half curled against his chest and readily fell back to sleep. With unbridled fascination, Adrien watched a soft smile spread across Felix’s face before his hand cupped around her cheek to gently play with the short hairs that curled in front of her ears. His smile never wavered as his eyes returned back to the book in his other hand as if the whole exchange had never happened.

Felix looked…happy and, perhaps, in love?

‘Are they…dating?’ The model’s brow scrunched in thought, considering the whole exchange as he quietly walked in the opposite direction. ‘Good for them. I should congratulate them at school tomorrow!’

‘Maybe Luka is available for a jam session,’ Adrien pulled out his phone to call the older boy.

~~~SCENE 3: Adrien and Alix~~~

After school the next day, while waiting for his ride, Adrien flagged down his cousin coming down the stairs. Felix gave his usual short greeting before expectantly looking at him. Noting they didn’t have much time to spare, he decided to cut to the chase.

“I noticed you and Marinette have gotten rather close recently,” Adrien smiled warmly.

“Yes, she’s been very welcoming and warm. She grows on you, much like a fungus,” the snobbish blond replied while his eyes drifted towards the entry way as if looking for someone.

“Come on, Fe! You don’t need to be so obtuse. She’s really special, isn’t she?” The model raised his eyebrows, attempting to put a heavier meaning behind his words. All he got was a distracted, affirmative hum in reply. Settling a hand on his cousin’s shoulder, his grey eyes shifted back to Adrien. The model looked directly into Felix’s eyes with a bright smile, “I just wanted to tell you that I’m really happy for you two!”

His cousin’s face scrunched up in confusion but, before he could question the green eye blond, his attention was captured by a shriek coming from the stairs behind them. Felix turned just in time to catch a flying bluenette against his chest with an “oof!” before she could hit the ground.

Alix jumped down from the top step and swooped around them in her skates, looking frantic. “Oh my gods, Mari! I’m so sorry, I thought you saw me coming. Are you okay?”

“Kubdel, what the hell were you thinking? You know Marinette has her head in the clouds 80% of the time!” Felix scolded the pink haired girl while setting the young designer down on her feet, keeping her in the protective ring of his arms. Turning to her, his tone became a tender and worried murmur, “Are you alright, princess?”

“I’m purrfectly fine, she didn’t mean to bump into me! Besides,” Alix and Adrien watched as her smile turned fond, “you caught me before I could get hurt. My hero.” She pretended to swoon and, although Felix scowled, his eyes remained soft. They watched as he took her bag from her shoulder and then grabbed her hand. Neither classmate missed how the grey eyed boy threaded his fingers through hers.

“You’re likely to fall over if I don’t hold onto you. Let’s get you home in one piece, shall we?” He nodded to the two as he led Marinette away, the unlikely duo murmuring to themselves – smiling and laughing as if in their own little world.

“Are those two dating?” Alix inquired with obvious confusion.

“Yup, I saw them cuddling in the park over the weekend. I was pretty surprised but I’m happy for them. I think she’s good for him,” Adrien grinned.

“Huh. I always thought she’d end up with you,” the pink haired girl shrugged and skated away from the now blushing blond.

“Wait, what?!”

~~~SCENE 4: Amelie~~~

The Graham-Agreste family didn’t travel outside of Paris much these days but, when they did, it was usually for a week at a time. Amelie had warned her son about the impending trip to visit a business contact in Greece and he seemed less than thrilled. She suspected it had something to do with the sweet classmate he had been spending so much free time with. She wasn’t blind but pretended to be whenever Felix’s face softened and an unconscious smile spread on his face when he would receive a text from her. She even had her own ringtone! And today? Why, Amelie was in for quite the treat because that very classmate appeared at their door just a few hours ago to help Felix pack for his trip.

She didn’t miss the chance to remind her teenage son to leave his door open as she didn’t wish to be a grandmother…yet. Nor did she miss both turning bright red at the implication of her words.

Amelie had checked a few times – while walking down the hallway, she didn’t want to cramp his style – and noted that he had left the door ajar as requested. This allowed her to catch snippets of their muffled conversation and laughter in passing. Not that she was trying to eavesdrop, but those joyful sounds made her so happy. It made her heart swell that Felix had finally found someone he could relax and be himself with! Her grumpy little man had made a friend – a girl friend no less – and Amelie was over the moon!

‘Come to think of it, it has been a while and they are awful quiet…’ she internally mused. ‘Better go check on them.’

The older blond set down her crossword and headed upstairs, approaching the bedroom door as quietly as she could. She heard nothing as she paused outside the door. Curiosity getting the better of her, she pushed the door open soundlessly. She had to bite her lip to stop from cooing over what she found!

Felix’s carryon was packed and set at the foot of the bed with care, a light jacket draped over the handle in preparation of their early flight. A single lamp on his nightstand was on, illuminating the scene before her in the dusk-colored room. In the middle of the duvet lay the two teens, about a foot apart but facing each other, unconsciously holding hands as they peacefully napped side-by-side. Tiptoeing to the end of the bed, Amelie pulled out her phone and snapped a few silent photos – noting with glee the tiny smile on her son’s face as he slept. With an airy sigh through her nose, she silently departed so the two could rest.

‘They make such a cute couple! I’ll have to frame these photos for when they get married…’

~~~SCENE 5: Juleka and Nathaniel~~~

A few weeks later, Madame Bustier had paired up students for an art history project. Juleka and Nathaniel had scheduled some time during lunch to study in the library, hoping to get the necessary books for their chosen historical figure: Marcel Duchamp. They greeted the librarian and headed towards the art history section, flipping through various books to find the most relevant information. Suddenly a giggle cut through the quiet and caught the attention of the two studious classmates. Peeking around the end of the row and looking toward the beanbag chairs in the reading nook, they spied two teens engaging in a tickle fight. Their eyes widened as they realized the grinning blond was none other than Felix and the snorting giggles were escaping a very pink, writhing Marinette.

“Is that…are they…” Nathaniel questioned under his breath, Juleka nodding vaguely to confirm that she was witnessing the same thing. This was not the work of an akuma.

They watched silently as the bluenette twisted and struggled to evade the blond boy’s nimble fingers, eventually ending up tangled and panting in an embrace that resembled a human Gordian Knot. Her legs were draped across his lap and an ankle hooked around one of his, her arms weaved and locked around his upper torso, her fingers driven into his hair. Felix’s head rested against her collar bone, his eyes shut, and lips curved into a smug smile. Their bodies were pressed so tightly together that not even a breeze could get between them. “You could have just told me you wanted to nap! Gods, you’re such a cat sometimes!” Marinette scolded softly with a huff of laughter, her fingers petting the skin and long hair at the base of his neck as the boy seemed to melt further against the young designer.

“Do you think they’re dating?” Juleka whispered in amazement.

“Certainly seems like it,” the red head replied.

~~~SCENE 6: Mylene and Rose~~~

“…And the whole park just looks so lovely with all those new trees planted! Thank you for helping with my beautification project, Rose!” Mylene expressed happily to the strawberry blond beside her as they wandered into the cafeteria.

“I was so happy to help. The flowers are going to smell amazing when they begin to blossom!” Rose swooned softly before bumping into someone in her distracted state. “Oh, hey Marinette! What have you got there?”

“Hey guys! I made bento boxes today, want to see?” The bluenette opened the two boxes for their perusal. Inside were tiny hotdog octopi piled so close together that they seemed to be kissing, slices of fried chicken, rice balls with seaweed hearts stuck all over them, and a small salad filled with heart shaped veggies. The two girls cooed over each detail, noting the obvious theme…

“Did you make these for your crush, Marinette?” Rose chirped sweetly, “So romantic!”

“Wh-what?! N-no, no! I just made these because I wanted to…” the young designer blushed crimson at their words and nervously rubbed the back of her neck. “I kind of fell down a YouTube rabbit hole with Kagami the other day and became super obsessed with the idea. I’m not very good though, I still need a bunch of practice…”

The colorful dreadlocked girl smiled kindly, “I think it’s really sweet! You know, I bet Adrien would—”

“Oh shoot! Sorry, girls, I promised Felix we’d have lunch together to work on our project and I really want to eat before this gets cold,” interrupted a distracted Marinette as she packed up her bento, her face scrunched as she took in the grumpy blond at the far end of the cafeteria.

“Sure, see you later, Mari!” Rose and Mylene watched as their friend crossed the room to sit with Felix. “They’ve been spending a lot of time together lately, huh?”

The mousey girl nodded, watching in fascination as their class rep seemed to scold the pale blond for only eating an apple before spreading the two bento boxes between them on the table. Felix responded with an eyeroll from the other side of his book, but Marinette just gesticulated her hand brandishing chopsticks to wave off his arguments. They were taken aback a moment later when she scooped a mouthful from the box and blew away the steam, then offered it to the boy with a silent ‘say ah!’ The grump seemed to huff before dutifully taking the morsel into his mouth, not letting her feeding him interrupt his reading. Marinette smiled brightly and continued to feed them both in this fashion, completely oblivious of the two shocked girls watching from afar.

The petite bubbly girl squealed with joy! “Do you think she actually made the bento for Felix? Oh my goodness, she filled it with hearts!”

“And he accepted it! We’ve got to tell the girls!” Mylene gushed, thrilled to see their sweet friend find love and appreciation.

Looks like the Adrienette fan club needs to disband…

~~~SCENE 7: Kim~~~

It was date night with his girl, Ondine. He had lost their bet at swim practice, so she got to pick the movie – some American “classic” called Grease playing at a small, off-the-beaten-path theater. She seemed happy so Kim wasn’t about to complain. ‘I just hope it’s not a total chick flick! I’ll have to catch the latest John Wick with the guys next weekend…’ he internally sighed. It was early evening on a weeknight, a few bored employees manned the front, and very few patrons were in attendance. Most appeared to be couples out on their own dates. The two athletic teens settled into their seats near the back – prime make out territory for couples, oh yeah – just in time for the lights to dim.

Suddenly, about five minutes into the film, the entry door on the opposite side of the auditorium opened with a loud BANG and made everyone present jump. Kim heard a familiar voice call out a whispered “sorry!” before catching sight of a couple quietly making their way down the aisle and settling a few rows down from where he was. One tall, lanky, dour blond and a shorter, contrite looking bluenette… Wait, was that Felix and Marinette? As Ondine hummed and danced in her seat to ‘Summer Lovin,’ Kim curiously watched as the duo took their seats in the back half of the theater. Once seated, there was some sort of frantic movement from Marinette before Felix settled his arm over her shoulders and pulled her closer; the young designer’s head coming to rest against his chest. Kim’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline and his jaw dropped.

Were they on a DATE?

Distracted, Kim draped his arm around his girlfriend and stared off towards the screen unseeing for a few moments, the gears in his head slowly turning. They arrived together. They seemed cuddly with each other. His eyes widened. ‘Wait, they…’ He glanced over a few times to verify, ‘…they sat in the make out section!’ By the time the characters were dancing around the carnival to ‘We Go Together,’ the Vietnamese boy noticed out of the corner of his eye that Felix had long ago rested his head on top of Mari’s and had occasionally rubbed his cheek against her dark hair.

Maybe it wasn’t really them?

The credits rolled and the dim house lights came on, allowing him to get a better look at the couple as they got up to leave. Oh, yup, it was definitely Felix and Marinette. He nodded along as Ondine gushed about the film, watching his classmates ahead of them from his peripherals. Marinette was gesturing widely, her eyes lit up in a way that only happened when she spoke about fashion. The grouchy teen was gone, a warm smile on his face as he gazed down at the girl beside him. Once outside, he watched as the smile turned into a frown once again – this time only because the bluenette was shivering. He thought he heard the blond murmur “are you cold, Bug?” but he wasn’t sure. For the second time that night, Kim was shocked as Felix shrugged out of his coat and draped it around the dark-haired girl before pulling her close as they walked down the street.

Ondine looked between Kim and the couple, tilting her head a bit. “Isn’t that your friend, Marinette?”

“Yeah…” the taller boy replied hesitantly.

“Wow, she and her boyfriend make such a cute couple!”

~~~SCENE 8: Chloe & Nino~~~

Nino’s groan of frustration was so loud that it reverberated off the walls of the hallway, “Chloe! Look, I’m not thrilled about having to do this report with you either but I’m not going to let you just not do anything!”

The haughty blond girl huffed, crossing her arms with a pout. “I can’t believe you’re going to make me do…” She paused, her mouth opening and closing like she was attempting to spit out something foul tasting, “…homework, Lahiffe. I have far more interesting things to do – like my mani-pedi! These hands don’t just look perfect all on their own!”

“Just use your phone to search for some information on Louise Bourgeois. You insisted on picking her since you’re related but you have to do more than pick the topic!”

Chloe scoffed and turned towards the other blond that had wandered out of the classroom, “Felikins, tell Lahiffe here that a young woman like myself has important needs!”

Felix settled against the wall beside the classroom door and rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth to reply when a stumbling blur came through the doorway and seized his attention. Nino watched in fascination as Adrien’s cousin quickly spun – was he always that fast? – and caught the figure in his arms, his face scrunched up in confusion and concern. As he raised himself from a crouch, the DJ was able to see he now held a barely conscious Marinette.

“Dudette! She okay?” Nino stepped closer with an outstretched hand, worry evident in his tone. Sure, he hadn’t been able to hang out with her as much lately, but he knew her! His oldest friend tended to push herself too hard and take on too much, plus she had developed a sensitivity to cold recently… Made her susceptible to getting sick very easily.

Then something unexpected happened that stunned them to silence... The grey eyed boy leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead, his face transforming from worry to shock before effortlessly scooping the limp bluenette up bridal style. His voice softened, “Marinette, you have a fever! Did you go out without your jacket again?” He huffed as the girl whined weakly in his arms. Turning to the two of them, his tone became all business once more, “Excuse me, it seems I need to take her to the nurse.” The two shocked classmates stepped aside as a very fierce looking Felix hastened down the hall like a man on a mission. Nino could swear he heard Felix’s voice echoed a ‘what am I going to do with you, princess?’ as he turned the corner, but Felix surely wouldn’t say something like that… would he? Then again…

“Did Felix just…kiss Marinette? Do you think they’re dating?” Nino wondered aloud.

His words seemed to snap Chloe out of her stupor, she spun to face him and screeched in disbelief, “What?! Dating? Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!”

~~~SCENE 9: Sabine & Tom~~~

Sabine was a patient, protective, intuitive woman. She watched her beautiful daughter trip over herself for a boy in her school – a model, no less – she just shook her head. Adrien seemed like a sweet boy but distracted and flighty. Tom thought he seemed like a good match for their sweet girl at first and welcomed him into their home like they would a future son-in-law; Sabine was unconvinced though. Not that she would treat the sweet teen model without her usual kindness – he was her little Bǎobèi‘s friend, after all. He just wasn’t the right one.

However, about half a year later Marinette came home with another blond boy that immediately caught her attention. The new boy, Felix, looked similar to Adrien but was entirely different. Sure, both boys were respectful, handsome, and polite… However, where Adrien was falling over himself for approval and acceptance, Felix walked with a gait that seemed to communicate he needed no one’s approval. She watched with interest as their friendship developed and noted with a smile that the grumpy boy balanced out their daughter’s overexuberance. She softened his hard edges; his quiet support allowed her self-confidence to blossom. He brought structure and order; she ruffled his feathers and introduced some spontaneity to his life. Sabine and Tom had friendly bets going that the two would become something more, but nothing had shown that that was happening. There had been an obvious change in their dynamic a few weeks ago and the bakers were thrilled! Perhaps this was the moment? No.

At this rate, her daughter was going to cost her $30 if they didn’t get together by the end of the month…

It had been a couple days since a worried Felix carried a feverish Marinette home from school. He made sure to come by each day with notes, assignments, and to inquire about her health. Sabine could tell by the way his eyes drifted to the back stairs during each visit that he wanted to see her – not that the taciturn blond would admit such a thing. The two teens were in the living room watching a movie now that she was feeling better. Sabine smiled softly as she washed a few dishes in the sink, ‘As if illness would keep that boy away from your side, Bǎobèi…’ The blond teen was sitting a respectful distance from her daughter on the couch as they chatted about the plot quietly, smiles on both of their faces.

Marinette began to shiver, her body not quite recovered, and whined about feeling cold. Sabine watched as Felix rolled his eyes before getting up, eliciting a louder whine from the girl on the couch. He passed the kitchen with a nod and wordlessly went up the stairs to the designer’s room, returning with a thick fluffy blanket as if he was used to fetching things in their house or for their daughter. Odd. The boy proceeded to drape the blanket over his blue-eyed classmate, carefully tucking it around her whole form before lifting her feet and encasing them as well. Marinette made happy noises as she began to settle in when a sudden movement made her squawk with indignation. Sabine turned in time to see Felix sit closer to her, Marinette’s feet on his lap as he began to unconsciously rub them through the cover of the blanket.

The older bluenette smiled, watching the two returning back to their bantering. Sabine quietly dried her hands and went back down to the bakery. Tom was going to want to hear all about this!

~~~Later…

Tom and his wife tiptoed up the stairs, hoping to catch a glimpse of the two teens without their notice. There, on the couch and basking in the glow of the DVD menu, lay two sleeping teens. Their daughter was cocooned in the blanket like a caterpillar going through metamorphosis, only her head was visible. However, laying slightly behind and draped over the blanket was the slumbering form of Felix. His arms unconsciously pulled her closer, causing their Bǎobèi to hum happily.

“Better be ready to pay up, honey,” whispered Sabine with a grin. “This boy is definitely our Nǚxù.”

Tom chuckled softly, pulling out his phone and opening the notes app. “Do you think he’ll like strawberry crème for their wedding cake?”

“Perhaps lemon, it would go very well with that cream cheese buttercream you’ve been testing out…”

The two adults retreated back to the bakery to continue their discussion, leaving the two teens blissfully unaware that the details of their anticipated nuptials would likely be hammered out by the end of the week.

~~~SCENE 10: Sabrina & Roger Raincomprix~~~

Lt. Roger Raincomprix returned home after his evening patrol, dropping his keys on the entryway table before letting out a long sigh. Tonight had been a long shift but he needed to speak to his daughter before she went to bed… He plodded down the hallway to her room and knocked when he saw the light still shining from beneath the door. “Sabrina? Are you still up, pumpkin?”

“Come on in, Dad!” Roger nervously pushed his way in, finding his smiling daughter dressed in her pajamas and sitting at her desk. “We have a big test tomorrow, so I was just getting in one last review before going to bed.”

“That’s good, honey. We need to have a talk,” the officer sat on the edge of his daughter’s bed and fidgeted with his hands. He wasn’t sure how to broach this topic with his teenage daughter but, some things had happened that evening that made Roger realize that he needed to make sure she was being safe.

“Something wrong, Dad? Did something happen on patrol tonight?” Sabrina’s tone became pensive, concerned for the serious look that her father was sporting.

He dropped his eyes to the floor, flexing his hands in and out of fists as he spoke haltingly. “Yes. Uh…well… Pumpkin, you’re a young woman now. Hormones are hard to deal with as a teen and you’re…going to meet someone special…and you’re going to have some urges—”

“DAD!” The scandalized cry brought his eyes up to meet her own wide, cyan-colored eyes. “Are you…trying to give me the ‘birds and the bees’ talk?”

He swallowed thickly, “Yes, sweetie. You’re sixteen now and—”

His daughter crossed her arms and gave him a flat look as she interrupted again, “I don’t even have a romantic interest right now, Dad. We already covered this in Sex Ed. What is this really about? What happened on patrol?”

Roger gave a long sigh and his brow furrowed. ‘I shouldn’t tell her what happened but… Sabrina wouldn’t tell anyone.’

He cleared his throat. “There was an incident with two of your classmates tonight in the park—”

“WHAT? Who?”

“Sabine’s daughter, Marinette, and that blond kid…what was his name again? Not the model.”

“Felix Graham-Agreste?”

He snapped his fingers, “That’s the one! Caught the two of them in the park canoodling…”

~~Earlier…

Lt. Raincomprix whistled softly as he walked past the hero statue in the park. It had been a quiet shift besides the akuma – not that he could assist with that! – which the heroes apparently wrapped up a few minutes ago, if the recent swarm of ladybugs was any indication. ‘I wonder what those two do after the fight? Chat Noir seems suave, he’s probably some playboy…’ Suddenly a crash and groans were heard. Roger pulled out his flashlight and rushed toward the bushes where the noise originated. There, he found two teens he recognized from his daughter’s class in a compromising position…

Felix Graham-Agreste was slouched back against the trunk of a tree and Marinette Dupain-Cheng was slumped forward between his knees, both staring towards the light with wide eyes. Their hair and clothes were in disarray, small twigs and leaves attached to the strands as if they had been rolling through the bushes. One of the bluenette’s hands was resting upon his thigh, while the other was gripping the front of his belt. The blond had a hand on the back of her head and the other pressed against her upper back, as if pulling her towards him. Felix’s shirt had been untucked and ridden up to expose his stomach; Marinette’s shirt gaped open in the front where a few buttons had popped off to reveal the lacy shoulder strap of her bra.

“What do you two think you’re doing? A park is no place for a lover’s tryst!” Lt. Raincomprix exclaimed.

The two looked each other over briefly before turning red in the face, the small girl squeaked in embarrassment as the boy pulled her close to cover her exposed décolletage and flaming face. He cleared his throat to try to regain some semblance of decorum. “Our apologies, Officer. We weren’t… this isn’t… this was an accident…”

“So are many babies that come from young teenage relationships, son. I understand, I was a young, hot-blooded man myself once.” Roger chuckled at the memory of his adolescent escapades. The two teens in front of him rose to their feet, a flustered Marinette clutched the front of her shirt closed as a more composed Felix kept an arm around her while he continued to shield her from view with his body. “Head on home. I don’t want to be finding you two in the bushes after dark again, you hear?”

The two teens nodded and started the trek back towards the bakery, Roger could hear the bluenette muttering about this being all the boy’s fault. Before they could escape the park, the officer called back out to them. “Oh! And remember to use protection!” He could see the pale blond stiffen and a new flush of red go up the back of his neck at the comment. He chuckled and murmured quietly, “Kids these days…”

~~~Present…

“…I know they’re in your class and you’re all about the same age. It’s totally natural to express your love that way. I just wanted to have a talk with you to make sure that you’ll be safe.” Roger smiled at his daughter and ruffled her hair. “Alright, pumpkin, thanks for hearing me out. Just wait to give me grandkids until you’re a bit older, hm?” He chuckled and walked from the room with a wave. “Sweet dreams and good luck on that test tomorrow!”

A gaping Sabrina stared at the door that her father closed behind him, trying to grasp the facts – Felix and Marinette were apparently caught in a park together.

Were they even dating? It was obviously serious!

Or was he just using her?

How had no one noticed?

She needed to talk to Chloe!

~~~SCENE 11: Max~~~

The cafeteria was busy when Max Kanté wandered in, almost every seat was taken, and a few students had even braved sitting on the notoriously filthy tabletops. Markov scanned the area and found an empty chair near the resident grumpy blond in the corner – was he saving it for someone? Or perhaps most were just too intimidated to ask? Based on various factors, the bespectacled teen calculated that he had a 64.8% chance of success approaching him verses someone else in their class. He’d take those odds.

Approaching the distant table, he noted that Felix Graham-Agreste was focused – leaned forward on elbows and brow furrowed – on a laptop screen in front of him and, once he was within two meters of his target, that it appeared he was playing a video game. Max’s curiosity was peaked. “Hello Felix, apologies, I noticed you were playing a game. I was unaware you were a gamer. Perhaps you would be interested in being a beta test—”

The blond winced slightly and sat back, looking up at the suspender-wearing boy with a wry smirk. “I’m not, Kante. I am attempting to try a game recommended to me by an acquaintance. I’m afraid this endeavor is likely fruitless.”

“Oh,” Max paused, unsure how to continue the conversation. “Well, if you change your mind, I wouldn’t mind a non-gamer perspective. My games should be user friendly to professionals and novices alike.” Felix hummed in response, his eyes returning to the screen where 32-bit sprites bounced in place while awaiting orders. ‘Likely an emulator game considering the archaic graphics,’ he thought to himself.

He cleared his throat and rested his hand on the back of the open chair. “I actually came here to ask if I could take the chair or are you saving it?”

Felix’s eyes flickered over the item before he waved dismissively, “Take it. I’m not saving it.”

“Many thanks. Enjoy your game.” The blond teen snorted in reply and turned back towards his computer.

Max moved to a table nearby, settling in to eat with a few members of the AV club to discuss the latest technology released at the recent Consumer Electronics Show (CES). While one boy animatedly spoke of the newest VR technologies, the bespectacled boy noticed Marinette swerving between the tables; he raised his hand to greet her, but she only gave a wave in passing before stopping beside Felix. Unusual. The distance between them was not great and, though he did not mean to, he could not help eavesdropping inadvertently.

“Hey Felix! Are you…playing a game?” The bluenette leaned over his shoulder, tilting her head at what was displayed.

“Yes, although not very well.” He chuckled softly.

“…But you don’t like video games,” he hummed as she paused in thought. “What brought on the change of heart?”

Felix roughly cleared his throat and preoccupied himself with brushing nonexistent dust from the keyboard keys rather than meeting her eyes. When he finally spoke, Max could barely hear his voice over the general din. “…You enjoy it.” Were his ears red? That had to be a trick of the light!

Marinette whipped her head towards him, blinking a few times as she absorbed his words. Max could see the instant they sunk in: her cheeks took on a rosy glow, her eyes softened, and a sweet smile spread across her face. Were they…flirting? Max was unsure. She leaned in a bit closer, “So…what are we playing?”

Felix seemed to recover some of his normal composure at her reply, “Final Fantasy 7, unfortunately.”

“Wait, the original 1997 release? I love that game!” Marinette glanced around for a chair, frowning when she didn’t see one available. She contemplated the tabletop with a quick swipe of her hand, grimacing at finding something sticky. She wiped her hand lightly on her dark wash jeans and mumbled something that made the boy scoff. They seemed to exchange a look before he sat back and made a gesture in front of him.

Wait! Was Felix Graham-Agreste offering what Max thought he was offering?

No! Couldn’t be! There was only a 13.7% chance that…

Max stared with wide eyes as the blue-eyed designer smiled graciously before casually taking a seat on the blond’s lap – as if this was an everyday occurrence! – before proceeding into a detailed breakdown of the game mechanics and basic strategy. Felix loosely looped an arm around her waist to hold her steady while her hands fluttered about to emphasize her words. The pale blond rested his chin on her shoulder, his eyes attentive and focused on the screen once more, nodding along while his body language communicated contentment. Lifting the sleeve of his green polo shirt, Max pinched himself to make sure he was not imagining this strange manifestation, then glanced around for an akuma for good measure. Nope, this was real.

‘Looks like I need to adjust my calculations…’ he thought, baffled.

~~~SCENE 12: The Whole Class~~~

After a few long days of presentations and exams (and multiple late-night stress-induced akumas – midterms, amirite?), students were rewarded with a school board mandated half day as a “stress relief” measure. Dupont’s was scheduled on Wednesday and teachers had doubled up on homework assignments, but Madam Bustier’s class wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth! The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and they had time off from school! They quickly arranged for a potluck styled picnic in the park and most of their group had arrived by the allotted time…

“Hey, where’s Marinette and Felix?” Max questioned.

“Don’t know about Felix but you know my girl, she’s always running late,” Alya chuckled.

“They’re probably coming together!” Rose chirped from beside a nodding Mylene. Juleka seemed to be murmuring something about a Felinette fan club to a perplexed Ivan.

The Ladyblogger scoffed, “Yeah right. They can barely stand each other at school.” Alix seemed to be quietly chuckling at something Nathaniel was muttering about from the shade of a nearby tree.

Nino and Adrien shared a look beside a smug Kim. “They seemed pretty chummy to me,” the jock shrugged while the other two boys nodded emphatically.

Lila crossed her arms with a huff, “I tried to tell you, Aly—”

“Pardon our tardiness, someone couldn’t pick what flavor juice they wanted…” interrupted Felix with an annoyed tone.

Everyone turned to see the grumpy blond, who had suddenly appeared and was setting down a few boxes of pastries from the boulangerie. He was dressed in a crisp white linen button up, the long sleeves belying the warmth in the air, with his typical grey vest and slacks. Trailing behind was a contrite looking Marinette carrying a large jug of grape juice, her flirty grey skirt and short-sleeved white blouse with white embroidery seeming to match Felix in a casual way. Most present would agree that that was the best way to describe the pair: formal vs. casual, yet somehow complimentary. Well, most people anyway – Alya called it a coincidence!

“There were too many options,” she protested with a scoff, “rich people apparently like to have a bazillion different kinds of juice!”

“It’s called ‘having a selection’ and that’s not even a number!” The boy snarked back, wandering closer to Adrien with an eyeroll. The designer grumbled as she poured herself a cup of juice.

“Now that everyone’s here, let’s get this party started!” Nino cried while pumping a fist in the air, cueing Max to start up the tunes while the group mingled over snacks and students settled into a rough circle on a collection of picnic blankets.

Everyone was laughing and having a good time, although many were stealing glances at the bluenette and pale blond as they seemed to coordinate or maneuver around each other like some kind of elaborate dance. His hand steadying her elbow as she wobbled while getting up, her wordlessly placing a few extra cheese squares onto his plate, a tap or a smile or a shoulder bump somehow communicating each other’s needs without words. The food began to dwindle after a couple amicable – if scrutinizing – hours passed. All that remained was a handful of badly bruised fruit and the dwindling drink supply. It was during a moment when Marinette was refilling her cup with juice at the nearby table and Felix turned a certain way that it happened…

“Uh, Fe… You have something on your collar.” Adrien pointed towards his own neck to indicate the general location. “Did you spill something on yourself?”

“No,” puzzled the teen in question, popping open the top button, pulling the collar away from his neck and into the edges of his field of vision.

“Yeah, dude, it kinda looks like lipstick?” Nino helpfully contributed.

Felix face morphed into a flat look of irritation before leaning back to call over his shoulder, “You got lipstick on me again?”

‘AGAIN?’ The class thought simultaneously, shocked speechless.

Oblivious to the turmoil he had created in their classmates, the grumpy blond turned to speak directly to the approaching bluenette. “What is it with you and always leaving marks on me, hm?”

Jaws slackened, unsure what to make of such a bold statement. However, Alya’s eyes had zeroed in on the exposed skin around Felix’s collar bones and shoulder… which were covered in light scratches. Scratches that were obviously made by human fingernails rather than by an animal. ‘As if given in the heat of passion…’ The thought caused her to choke on a bite of food and left her coughing roughly to clear her windpipe.

“It’s not like I meant to—AH!” Marinette’s toe caught on a rock, lurching her forward and causing the grape juice to go airborne. As if in slow motion, everyone watched in silent fascination as the purple stream crashed down on Felix. With a bland look and soft growl, the now wet teen dragged a hand down his face and looked into the bluebell eyes staring at him in horror. A silent conversation seemed to pass between the two as everyone held their breath – Adrien’s cousin was not known for being forgiving, especially when it came to his clothes. After a couple seconds, the young designer scrambled up and began to blot his face and neck with a few wrinkled napkins that she had crushed in her hand when she fell.

“Oh gods… I’m so, so sorry, Felix!” They watched as his brow furrowed and he captured the wrist of one fussing hand in his. Just as he was about to open his mouth to give a – likely scathing – retort, she suddenly perked up with a determined glint in her eye. In one fluid motion she reversed his hold and yanked them both to their feet. “I know! Let’s go back to my house so you can change, I have one of your shirts from last time!”

With a quick tug and a brusque ‘see ya’ over her shoulder, the two were off! The drenched blond stumbling after the exuberant bluenette bounding gracefully across the grass, moving so fast that they were quickly out of earshot. Leaving behind the cacophony of vocalized reactions of their friends and classmates to such a proclamation…

“Wait—”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN—”

“…Last time?”

“Do you think that means they…”

“DUDE!”

“…my ship…”

“Damn, get it, bro!”

“Did you see…”

“I told you so!”

“What just happened?!”

“Ridiculous! If you hadn’t already told me, Sabrina, I would not have believed it.” Chloe’s muttered words, although not loud, cut through the din and silenced all present. Twelve sets of eyes landed on the duo as if seeking answers or insider gossip.

“Wait! What do you know, Sabrina?” Alya questioned with narrowed eyes.

“Well…” she hesitated, looking around nervously before dropping her eyes to the checkered pattern of the blanket she sat on. “My dad said, the other night…”

~~~SCENE 13: The Confrontation~~~

No one was really sure how it started but the newest ‘golden couple’ was in the middle of an argument during their free period. Madam Bustier had left to gather more materials for later coursework. Everyone watched with silent interest as Marinette and Felix seemed to forget that the rest of the room existed, teasing smirks and flashing eyes only for each other.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah!”

“You and what army?”

“I don’t need an army, I can best you all by myself.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

The class collectively held their breath as the two edged closer and closer. The space between them on their shared bench disappeared as they leaned in, eyes locked together as grey gazed deeply into blue, nose to nose and humid breaths mingling as they continued to banter. Marinette’s bangs brushed Felix’s forehead as he tilted his head and his features adopted a more cocksure appearance, as if he was challenging her. She leaned ever closer, their lips only a whisper apart as their voices dropped in timbre. Time seemed to slow to a stop in the classroom. The anticipation was so thick that it was choking every ambient sound into silence…

“JUST KISS ALREADY!”

In an instant the spell was broken. Everyone jumped at the screeched words and searched for the source. There stood a panting, flushed Juleka. Her hands planted on her desk as she leaned aggressively forward, a fierce fire burning in her eyes as they bored into Marinette and Felix – as if the strength of her will alone would make it happen. A few groans were heard as the couple leaned away with widened eyes, only now realizing they had an audience.

“What did you say?” questioned the pale blond, his lips turning down into a frown.

“We’re saying you don’t need to hide your relationship anymore,” Ivan smiled softly.

“Guys, what…” the young designer chuckled incredulously.

“We know you two are dating,” answered Kim plainly.

Marinette and Felix’s ruddy complexions mirrored each other, their eyes looking like they might pop from their sockets. The two tripped over their words to contradict but neither were able to get more than a “we’re not—“/”that’s not—” as their tongues tumbled about uselessly in their mouths.

“Don’t even try to deny it, we’ve all seen you two. It’s not like you’re very subtle, Dupain-Cheng!” Chloe crossed her arms and stared down her nose at them.

The tall blond boy was the first to recover, his brow furrowing. “Wait, what do you mean you saw us?”

“I saw you cuddling in the park,” Adrien offered softly.

“And in the library,” Nathaniel contributed while Juleka got herself under control.

“All of you know that Marinette is very physically affectionate, especially when she’s cold.” Felix defended.

Alix scoffed, “What about holding hands and carrying her bags?”

“She’s also incredibly clumsy and regularly hurts herself. I do that to keep her from faceplanting every three meters,” he argued while Mari chuckled softly.

“You two regularly share drinks,” Lila rolled her eyes at the gasped “sorry for not believing you, girl!” coming from Alya beside her.

“And made him bento lunches!” squealed a lovesick Rose.

“Hey! I told you I made those on a whim!” the young designer cried.

“Then why were there so many hearts?” Mylene innocently questioned.

The bluenette blushed, “They were supposed to be flowers…I’m not very good at cutting shapes with a knife.”

“Well, Ondine and I saw you all lovey-dovey at the movies,” presented Kim with an eyebrow waggle.

She crossed her arms and huffed, “I was researching 1950’s American fashion for a design!”

“Uh…dudette…we saw him kiss you,” Nino nervously murmured. Although, by the way the whole class gasped, they had heard him. The Moroccan boy quickly added, “it was on the head!”

Marinette squeaked and looked at the slightly pink boy beside her. Felix turned to meet Nino’s eye, “…she was ill with a fever and I had my hands full, if you will recall.”

Lila’s tone turned salacious, “That doesn’t even cover the scandalous moments…”

“You did seem awfully cuddly playing video games at lunch the other day,” Max stated while adjusting his glasses.

“B-but th-that was…” the designer stuttered weakly before being interrupted.

“Sabrina’s father caught you hooking up in the park,” Kim smirked and winked towards Felix, who showed the telltale signs of a flush spreading up his neck and ears.

“Not to mention the lipstick and scratches!” Alya leaned towards Marinette and whisper shouted, “I didn’t know you had it in you, girl!”

“And he has clothes at your place from last time,” purred the Italian.

“That’s…” the bluenette swallowed hard, “I-I-I was tr-trying to save a k-kit-kitten from the tr-tree in the p-park. F-Felix ca-caught me when I s-slipped, damaged hi-his clothes… He left his sh-shirt for m-me to repair it and he for-forgot to p-pick it up.”

The blond kept his eyes down, his voice was quiet but still carried in the small classroom, “I recently discovered a new allergy to a certain laundry detergent that makes me very itchy and I’ve been scratching myself…”

“Um…what about the lipstick?” a bashful Adrien murmured.

“I hav-haven’t gotten m-m-much sleep lately…” began the designer, pressing her palms together in her lap nervously.

“…She has a tendency to fall asleep on me if I carry her,” Felix finished quietly, his grey eyes holding unreadable emotions.

“We’re just friends,” they flatly replied, their expressions reflecting some internal conflict while unable to meet the other’s eye.

Most of the students collectively groaned again as they hunkered back down into their seats, unable to stand that phrase. Fourteen sets of eyes exchanged looks as the information sank in. The couple’s explanation made a lot of sense in hindsight… Nino and Kim had known Mari for years and she was overly physically affectionate. ‘Plus Alya knows the girl was even more so with cold weather,’ the Moroccan boy thought. He and Kim shrugged it off, who were they to judge? Many others are willing to brush it off as a misunderstanding now that the excitement had passed.

On the other hand, Adrien seemed to grow more flustered since the declaration of friendship, shooting furtive glances towards Marinette – his imagination running wild with the idea of cuddling with the soft, sweet-smelling baker girl. ‘Maybe she and I…’ He was jolted from his daydreams by a tap from Nino’s pen on his arm. The model’s ears and cheeks felt like they would permanently sport a pink coloration. A few Adrienette fan club members squealed quietly as they observed his reactions. However, there were a few classmates that were still suspicious – such as Chloe and Sabrina – that quickly found home with the handful of Felinette shippers as they charted their theories. Some things just felt too convenient and damn, if they didn’t make an adorable couple…

REET! REET! REET!

The akuma alert popped up on every phone in the class, everyone opened it to see the location— BOOM!

RIIIIIING!

A plume of dust rose above the rooftops from a few blocks away and the school’s evacuation bell blared overhead. The students quickly grabbed their things and calmly evacuated away from the action. They all failed to notice a still pink Felix Graham-Agreste grab the hand of a flustered Marinette Dupain-Cheng before running furiously in the opposite direction…

~~~ BONUS SCENE~~~

The akuma took longer than usual. They were both off their game. First, the heroes had been distracted and submerged in the thoughts contained within their own minds. Their communication suddenly became stilted and awkward, filled with embarrassed laughter that would die out like a sputtering engine running out of fuel. Then it was as if they were hyperaware of each other – every touch, glance, and proximity – causing them to jerk away at the most inopportune times.

The worst part?

It wasn’t caused by the akuma.

The issues were not resolved by the Miraculous Cure. So, after recharging – and getting a peptalk from – their kwamis, they rendezvoused on the top of a tall building where they would not be overheard. Feet dangling over the edge, they decided to clear the air.

“I just can’t believe they thought we were dating!” Ladybug cried, her hands fluttering anxiously around her head.

"That cover story about the kitten in the park was genius though." Chat Noir chuckled, “I’m honestly not as surprised. You did suddenly act much closer to me after you revealed your identity.”

“Excuse moi? I was NOT the one that revealed to you! I seem to recall saving your leather-clad butt from being revealed to all of Paris.” The spotted heroine poked him in the shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah…” the black-cloaked hero rolled his eyes, “and you happened to drop your transformation right as we barreled headlong into that broom closet. You landed right on top of me!”

“Fine, I saved both of our asses, Alley Cat!” she grinned teasingly.

Chat threw his head back with a joyous laugh, a more natural grin spreading across his face as he flirtatiously waggled his eyebrows. “Alley Cat who? Our classmates seem to think I’m a House Cat now, Bugaboo.”

Ladybug’s cheeks pinked under her mask at the implication of his joke, her eyes breaking away from his to refocus on another point on the skyline pensively. Had he said something wrong? The lines of Chat’s mouth tugged down at her reaction, leaning closer in an attempt to meet her eyes again when her whisper froze him in place.

“…is the idea of being MY kitty so ridiculous…?”

His eyes widened. Chat swallowed thickly, his mind supplying the same sweet moments their classmates had witnessed and more as his face burned up. Perhaps even a bassinet, family dinners, and kisses. Gods, that sounded…purrfect. A wide grin blossomed from the ashes of his frown and he leaned into her peripherals to catch her eye with a flirty wink.

“Does that mean my princess would like to become my queen?”

The bug-heroine’s eyes snapped to meet his, filled with enough warmth and love to knock the air from his lungs. Within seconds, a playful sparkle and a bright smile broke across her face as she leaned right into his personal space to peck his cheek. His face grew hot, smile lopsided, and he could swear his spine melted a little.

“If you can catch me, Kitty,” launching herself from the building with a laugh as she swung away.

Shaking himself from his stupor, he pulled out his baton and plunged off the side. Challenge accepted. He had a bug to catch!

‘Looks like our classmates will have more to talk about tomorrow…’

**Note: I plan to write a sequel eventually!

[wnbawag]

Shit, That's Breanna Stewart Part 2

Pairing: Breanna Stewart x reader

Summary: While at UConn, senior physics major reader is required to take an extra class to complete her 'society' core requirement. When she picks 'Sports in Society', the last thing she expects to see on her first day is her basketball crush as her TA.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 858

Note: This is a blurb I had thought of awhile ago that I will be attempting to turn into a series. Not proof read - lemme know if you find any mistakes!

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Standing in the doorway and scanning the room for a seat you made eye contact with probably the tallest woman you had seen in your life.

…

Shit

That’s Breanna Stewart.

A chuckle took you off guard. 

“Yeah that’s me, you a basketball fan?” Fuck did you say that out loud? 

Not having a response, you just stood there, staring. Why were you staring?  OH MY GOSH STOP STARING!

Breanna stood in front of you, a bit awkwardly as you did not respond to her. Her face changed from amusement to confusion as you continued to stare.

“Okay uh, well, why don’t you go find a seat? Or, are you okay?” She had made a move to get closer to you, and of course, that is what broke you from your trance. Without a breath, you dashed to the side and up the stairs of the lecture hall. Sliding into one of the middle rows, you avoided eye contact and stared straight in front of you.

Breanna must have decided that you were just a weirdo, as she announced class was starting and began her introductions.

You would love to say you were a good student and listened. You should have taken out a notebook and written down dates and assignments, and taken some notes on her first lecture. But no, you spent the hour fighting with yourself to stare at the board, while your traitorous eyes kept stealing looks at her. 

You barely even noticed when class was over until students around you were packing up. You hadn’t even taken out a pen. Feeling guilty, you grabbed your bag and made for the door, trying to sneak out. You saw Brenna watching you from the corner of your eye. You saw her move to try and catch you before your left, probably to see if you had a condition that made you stupid or something, but you moved just fast enough to get out of the lecture hall and speed through the hallway. Before leaving the building, you stopped in the bathroom and faced yourself in the mirror.

‘Great job, you fucked up on the first day. Out of all the players you could've picked to be madly in love with, did you HAVE to pick Breanna Stewart?’

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“Ava I don’t think you realize just HOW BAD it was, I stared at her for like five minutes and didn’t say a WORD,” You were facedown on your bed, while your roommate stood in the doorway. You could hear Ava trying to hold back her giggles - not helping Ava!

“Okay well, you were a little shell shocked babes,” Ava managed to get out before smacking her hand back over her mouth, suppressing more giggles.

You groaned into your pillow, still not able to believe you acted the way you did in front of your crush.

The worst part of this all? In addition to being in a #30 jersey, you were feeling extremely judged by your poster of Breanna. 

The poster does not help this situation.

Your very confused mother had gotten it for you the Christmas of your sophomore year, after UConn had won their first national championship with Breanna. It featured Breanna on the court, handling the basketball and looking like she owned the court, full stands able to be seen in the background. 

Still, not helping.

“I personally think this is a wonderful opportunity,” Ava’s words brought you out of your bed, head coming up from your pillow for the first time since you got home.

“How? How would this ever be a wonderful opportunity? I just embarrassed myself, beyond repair, in front of the woman I’ve had a crush on since I was 18,” Saying it out loud, somehow made it worse. 

“Y/n, listen to me,” Ava pushed herself off of your doorway, making her way over to your closet. “It is well known that Breanna is gay, I mean, look at her. Let’s be real,” She threw a playful glance over her shoulder, already rummaging through your closet. 

“You’re hot, you’ve got great tits, and you’re like, tiny,” Feeling slightly put out, you huffed and pushed into a sitting position.

“I’m going to ignore the tits comment, but I am 5’3, I’m a completely normal height for a woman,” Ava rolled her eyes at your statement. She wasn’t much better, measuring in at 5’5, but she insisted you were tiny every chance she got.

“Basketball girls are like men, they love a tiny girl,” With that, Ava conjured a tiny little skirt out of your closet, smirking as she waved it in front of your face.

“And you are going to make her obsessed with you,” 

You playfully shoved Ava away, making her giggle and toss the skirt onto your bed.

“You don’t have to believe me, just think about it,” She shot you a wink and left you alone in your room, with the skirt on your bed.

There’s no way, Breanna wouldn’t give you a second glance, no matter what you were wearing.

That’s it, you decided to ignore Ava’s comments and do what you did best, get ahead on homework.

But, an hour later, Ava’s words were still echoing in your head.

The skirt taunted you from your bed.

Fuck it.

Won’t hurt anyone to try and get Breanna’s attention.

[star-girl69]

Dark But Just a Game

Lottie Matthews x Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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sypnosis: A former Yellowjacket with a vendetta against the team and anyone associated with them targets you during gym class dodgeball. Your girlfriends take their revenge.

a/n: this literally sucks but oh well i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: CRINGEY AS HELL, literal assault lol, swearing, injury, tell me if i missed anything!!

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You have spent far too much time in the Wiskayok gym.

You’re there for every girls soccer practice, every pep rally and assembly, and they still force you to play dodgeball in this poorly lit, sweaty place.

Soon, the walls are going to start greeting you.

You look towards Laura Lee, smiling, watching as she rolls her eyes.

“I didn’t mean to get out!” you shout, knowing you had every opportunity to move before the ball hit your leg.

“Sure,” she smiles, having more integrity than you, and you make your way over to the bleachers.

While you’re not a member of the star soccer team, Lottie and Nat are on it, and most of your friends are- so you feel a duty to come as much as you can.

You enjoy watching them run around, groaning and shouting, and you like driving home with Lottie and Nat each night, stopping at the trailer park parking lot to smoke whatever Natalie had brought today, watching her walk to her house, and Lottie’s hand on your thigh for the rest of the drive.

All of your lives were so intwined that you couldn’t imagine anything different. You would have to take the bus without Lottie. You would get home earlier if you didn’t stay for their practice. Your entire life would be uprooted.

You lean back into the metal and tap your fingers against it, watching Laura Lee dodge whatever’s coming at her only to shoot them right back. You silently cheer her on until Marsha, a former Yellowjacket, finally got her out.

She didn’t seem to mind. And you didn’t either, not until you noticed the way Laura Lee was limping over to you, and the way her thigh had turned red with the imprint of the rubber ball.

“Oh my gosh,” you breathe as she sits down next to you. She pulls up the end of your shorts so you can both see it. “Oh, Laura Lee,” you murmur, staring at the red skin.

You glare over towards the other team, where Marsha sends the two of you a glare.

“Oh, she’s just so damn bitter, isn’t she?” you huff.

Laura Lee seems a little guilty when she nods.

“I prayed for her to get her grades up!” she says like she’s explaining it straight to God.

Marsha had gotten kicked off the team months ago because her grades were so poor. You faintly remember Jackie even giving her the copied answers for their French class, but still. And to this day, she hates every Yellowjacket. And you, by extension.

You sigh and turn back to Laura Lee.

“Does it hurt bad? Wanna go to the nurse?”

“No,” she says, kicking her feet. “It doesn’t hurt bad.”

“You sure?” you ask, but when you look back down at her leg, the redness has already started to fade- if only slightly. “Oh, well, okay,” you mumble.

The first game ends, and the teacher blows his whistle, so you both stand up, whispering about how Micheal was so rude to Mrs. Stock second period.

Everyone goes to the opposite sides of the gym. Another sharp whistle, and everyone takes off for the balls lined up in the middle. You and Laura Lee stay behind, walking slowly, still finishing up your conversation.

You look away from the court, watching as Laura Lee walks away to pick up a ball.

“I couldn’t believe that he said that, you know? I mean, he has to have a little respect, right?”

Laura Lee straightens and shakes her head. “And he goes to church every Sunday.”

She looks up at you. “Y/N!” she shouts, dropping the ball, pointing towards something in front of you, and you turn to see it, something slamming into your face.

You hear this horrible, stomach-churning crack, then quick build up of pressure, and then a swift release as blood start pouring from your nose.

Yours and Laura Lee’s screams melt into one.

—-

“I have a really bad headache.”

“And I have a really bad stomachache. Can I just lay down for a few minutes?”

“Yeah, and can I get some ice?”

You can hear their voices, and you almost want to cry more. Your nose aches horribly, the ice doing nothing to help you, but at least keeping your head tilted back like this has stopped the bleeding. It’s still sticky and half-dried, running down your chest and shirt, mixing with your salty tears.

“Sure,” the nurse says. “I just have to go to the staff room, we’re out of ice in here unfortunately. Sit in those two beds. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Oh, thank you so much,” Lottie says.

“Mhm. Mhm, thank you,” Natalie says.

You can hear the nurse’s footsteps fade away.

“Natalie? Lottie?” you ask, sure it’s them, but just wanting to hear their voices more.

“Hey,” Nat says, leaning over you, brushing hair from your face. Lottie grabs your free hand and smiles softly.

“My nose really fucking hurts,” you whisper, laughing slightly, tears rolling down your face.

“C’mere,” Natalie says, her hand cupping yours, helping you pull the ice away from your face. “You’re alright- oh, Jesus fucking Christ.”

Your eyes widen.

“Is it that bad?” you ask, wincing at the air hitting your nose. Nat’s eyes widen, and she grimaces, trying to be good to you, but you can feel it.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Lottie coos, her thumb brushing against the back of your palm.

You take a deep breath, Natalie pressing the ice back to your face, and you just stare at the ceiling, trying not to cry more.

“It was fuckin’ Marsha,” you say after a moment. You had understood her anger before, but after this you just feel bitter resentment and… rage towards her.

What have you done to her besides date two Yellowjackets?

“God, I can’t believe her,” you continue, sniffling.

“Hold on, what?” Nat asks. Your look towards her, her brows furrowed together, her jaw clenched. “It was fuckin’ Marsha?”

“Marsha.” Lottie hisses, her usually kind and sweet voice filled with such violence.

“She’s gonna look like a marsh when I’m done with her.”

You laugh, and even Natalie and Lottie smile a bit, even though all of you know a part of Nat is serious.

“Okay,” you chuckle. “Don’t go all fuckin’ Joker on us, or whatever.” Lottie smiles against your hand as she kisses your knuckles.

Natalie just smiles softly, brushing your hair back one more time, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

—-

Your parents graciously let you spend the next day at home, your nose still throbbing and having been reset by a doctor- you were miserable. Lottie and Nat had swung by your house on their way to school, waking you up with sweet touches and sweet words, before promising they would come after practice.

Practice ended at 5pm, and it only took about 15 minutes for them to pack up and get to your house. So, at 5:15, you had dimmed the lights in the living room, set the remote and a bowl of popcorn out on the coffee table, blankets carefully wrapped around you.

They usually just barged into your house without any warning, and this time was no different. Your face was puffy and your nose was swollen, but they still smiled so sweetly when they saw you.

Lottie threw her backpack to the floor and jumped onto your couch, wrapping her arms around your neck.

She placed her hand on your face, frowning at your nose, a scab already starting to form near the top.

“Feeling any better?” she coos, and you nod, maybe a bit too fast, just excited to spend time with them and forget about your throbbing nose and the embarrassment.

“You’re gonna give her a double broken nose jumping on her like that,” Natalie laughs, setting her backpack down much more carefully. She bends over and you look at her light grey jean shorts.

You giggle slightly.

“What the hells on your ass?”

It was dark blue, dried, obviously something that happened much earlier in the day. You imagined her sitting in history class, only for some spilled ink to be on her seat.

Lottie straightens and pulls away from you.

“You didn’t check your clothes?!” she hisses to Natalie, her mouth immediately clamping shut after she realized what she said.

“Wait, what happened today?” you ask, laughing until Natalie sits down next to you, looking a little sheepish. Your smile falls. “What?”

You’re a little scared for their answer.

Natalie and Lottie shoot each other a look.

“Well…” Lottie starts. “I may have accidentally bought a pack of balloons from the party store yesterday. And then I accidentally blew it up this morning, and accidentally put a bunch of ink from some pens in it, and I may have written something on it with Sharpie. And…. maybe I gave it to Marsha…”

“And then we accidentally walked in front of Marsha while she chased after us, and I accidentally spilled some water, and she accidentally slipped and fell on the balloon… accidentally getting ink all over herself.”

Both of them cringe and look away, waiting for your reaction.

You mouth drops open in shock.

“Some of it must have accidentally splashed on me…” Nat trails off.

Lottie hits her slightly. “Even though I told her to make sure there wasn’t any on her!”

“How am I supposed to see my ass, Lottie?”

“I-”

You start laughing like you haven’t in years. A laugh straight from your stomach, from the deepest happiest parts of you, a laugh that makes them start laughing too.

“You’re not, like, really mad at us?” Lottie whispers when you’ve all quieted down.

“Well… thanks for avenging my honor?”

Natalie chuckles and kisses your cheek. “Anytime.”

“Unrelated, but we won’t be at lunch for the next week.”

“Oh,” you hum, placing the popcorn in your lap and leaning back. “So, you totally don’t have lunch detention, right?”

“Totally,” Lottie affirms, kissing your forehead, relaxed, because she knows she can do it again and again.

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Hello ignore this if your requests are closed if not here's my request (•̀ᴗ•́)و

Could I request (yandere simulator) umeji x male tsundere reader? Oh and can he be musumes brother? You chose if they're already in a relationship or not.

Oh and can I go by sunny?

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×A/N×

Hii! ^^

Sorry because of the long wait! TwT

I feel like it's a little bit shittier than my other works, but I hope it's acceptable-

×❢ About my work ❢×

you two are not in a relationship, musume is badass, umeji is a jerk, male character x male reader, weak bullying, swears, and I think that's all-

Fandom: Yandere Simulator

Character(s): Umeji Kizuguchi, Musume Ronshaku, the reader (you), mentioned the other deliquents

Ship(s): Umeji Kizuguchi x Reader

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𝐔𝐦𝐞𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

(The picture is not mine. Credit to the og creator!)

𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈: Bad boys by Inner Circle

“Bad boys, bad boys

Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do”

• at the begining, you couldn't believe this yourself either

• in love with Umeji Kizuguchi? Omfg you must be crazy. 0-0

• you couldn't believe this as yourself either

• everyday, you stared at him more and more time

• you didn't notice your own acts btw

• you thougt about him a lot

• basically you couldn't stop it

• and one day, your sister, Musume asked you:

• She was looking the same way where you looked. She gasped a bit when she found out that you watching Umeji, without a blink.

"Oh my gosh, Y/N!" she snapped you from your thoughts (and your stalking).

"What?" you turn to her with a questioning look.

"Do you like Umeji?!" of course, she had to said it like the whole school heard it.

"What?! No!" you feel as you get more flustrated and your face starting to get red.

"Then why are you stalking him?" she gives you a smirk.

"I'm not-, shut up!"

• and then, at home, you started thinking

• you really liked him? Or you just zoned out, and everytime when you think about him your face just simply gets red because of the hotness, right?

• alright, this sounds very stupid, just admin it!

• Yes, you liked him. Very much.

• You stared at him in class (i mean you could just do this time only when he was in class)

• when the school ended and you had to go home

• when the school started and you had to go back to the building

• at lunch

• the other deliquents already noticed you, but he didn't seem to be bothered with you

• maybe he is ignoring you

• you looked away from him to start thinking

• but you couldn't concernate to your thoughts because your sister started to poking you

• "Stop it!" you say it annoyedly.

"He's coming." she whispers.

"Wha-" you couldn't finish your sentece, because when you turned your head forward you saw Umeji as he standing in front of you firmly. Oh shit.

"Can I help you-"

"Stop stalking me. I don't want anything to do with you. Buzz off." he says coldly as he looks down at you with his amber eyes. You felt it as your cheek starting to burn. He talked to you. Alright maybe he was a little bit annoyed, but he talked. With you!

"I didn't stal-" Umeji left before you could finish your sentece. You almost fell on the ground because of him and he just simply leaving?! Asshole. You looked down a bit sorrowfully maybe with some tears. Musume looked up and down at you and the Umeji as he walks away. She stood up firmly and while she walked to him, she shouted to him:

"Hey, pussy!" Nobody will hurt her brother.

• you didn't even wanna look at him after this but

• omg you literally can't spend any moment without just simply thinking about him

• but there was other moments when your cheeks got more red than the usual

• it was a hot summer day

• and Musume decided to bring you with herself to the beach

• you usally don't like to go places like this

• a lot people

• the children are loud

• and there are too many hot guys and girls

• but now you gave it a try

• life is for the living, right?

• and omg what the fate brought you

• correctly, who the fate brought you

• ofc it was Umeji

• you couldn't belive your eyes

• is that really him?

• shirtless, good looking, beautiful amber eyes with blonde hair

• yes, it's really him

• you started to blush as you saw him

• oh wait-

• his friends stood up with him and started walking to your way

• you hided your face with a book quickly

• his friends just simply walked away in front of you, it seemed like they won't notice you

• but Umeji stopped and started analyzing you

• a small sarcastic grin appeared on his face

• "Nice sunglasses, stalker." he said. You felt it as you start to blushing more. He chuckled a little bit because of your reaction, then he walked away.

"Asshole..." you mumbled.

• even if he says that " he doesn't like you " (What is seems like it's not true 😒)

• he definitely loves to make you blush and see you burning just because of him

[staysdelulus]

Stray Kids - Changbin [MDNI!!]

Kinktober Day 5

Summary: After your childhood best friend promises to buy you dinner, you find yourself not enjoying a dinner, but him.

Warnings: fem!reader, pinv, no protection, stimulation, fingering (slight mention), etc. (not a lot of smut here!)

Word Count: 1298

It wasn’t like you were going to deny it. The most popular man on your college’s campus. Seo Changbin. He, who was known to not only be physically attractive, muscles rippling through the tight shirts he always wore, but was also one of the kindest people on campus. Whether that would be from helping out someone new find their class, buying a meal for a friend, or simply just chatting with the teachers, it was clear that he could be anyone’s dream guy.

He is also your childhood best friend. The best friend who spends his time with you whenever he can, often waiting for you to finish up packing outside the class.

Today was no different.

“Y/n, there you are,” he says, smiling lopsidedly as he ruffles your hair, grinning when you grumble to fix the mess he made. “You need to pack faster, or else I’m not driving you back to your apartment anymore.”

“Hey!” you gasp, eyes wide. “We literally live in the same building!”

Rolling his eyes, he takes your hand, frowning as he stuffs it into his pant pocket. “Gosh, Y/n. Take better care of yourself. You’re freezing.”

“Am not-”

“You suck at lying.”

His words cut you off, and you just roll your eyes, too tired to argue, eyes half closing. Noticing your tiredness, he speaks softly. “Hey, did you get your exam results back?”

You nod, eyes opening fully again, lips twitching upwards. “Yeah. I passed with a good score!”

“Good job!” Changbin says, grinning softly. “I’ll treat you to dinner later, then? Since you treated me last?”

“Sure,” you answer, smiling back as he opens the car door for you. He laughs lightly, watching as you buckled yourself in before he closed the door gently. He makes his way to the driver’s seat, revving up the engine before he begins the drive back to the apartment building.

The car ride was filled with laughter, soft giggles, and just chatter. Life was never boring when Seo Changbin was around. With a happy hum, you make your way up to your own apartment, waving a goodbye to Changbin before locking the door behind you.

Exhausted, you quickly shower and change, letting your head fall to the pillow as you take a long awaited nap. For the past week or so, you had been staying up late and waking up too early, your movements sluggish. Now that you were able to nap, it certainly did feel amazing.

With a last sigh, you set your phone on silence, not wanting to be interrupted while napping. Forgetting that in just a few hours, Changbin would be treating you to dinner.

And later, when Changbin finally knocks on your door, you’re still fast asleep, snuggled in your bed, covers wrapped around you lazily. Changbin takes out his key to your apartment, as you both exchanged them just for emergencies. With another knock, Changbin enters, eyes scanning the room before they lock onto your closed bedroom there.

“Y/n?” he calls out softly when he sees you. He smiles slightly, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest as you sleep, something he knew you had been avoiding in place of studying.

When you don’t reply, he enters quietly, climbing under the covers with you, as he was wearing his own set of clean clothes, the dinner he had brought long forgotten in the kitchen.

He gently wraps an arm around your waist, snuggling against you from behind before he closes his eyes, relishing the feel of you in his arms. After another half hour or so, you stir, your eyes bleary as you check the time.

“Wha- Changbin-”

Your eyes are wide as you finally realize who was there, who was holding you and hugging you from behind. Whirling around, you’re met face to face with Changbin, who looks almost surprised at the close proximity. As if he wasn’t the one who let the distance die down.

His breath trails over your face, his eyes searching yours as he gently cups your face with a hand. “Y/n… I…”

You swallow. This was it. You could… you could kiss him. You really could. He was the most… attractive person you had ever met, with an even more attractive personality. As if reading your mind, he gently tilts your jaw up, kissing you softly as the both of you close your eyes.

It felt right. The way his lips moved against yours. He pushes you back onto your back, the covers long forgotten as he deepens the kiss. It’s like suddenly, he just wants more. Craves more after having a taste of you.

As his hands delve to the hem of your shorts, your eyes fly open, widening as you tense, him immediately pausing as he pulls back. “Y/n… I- can I-? We can stop. I swear.”

“Don’t,” you whisper. “Please.”

And with that, his hands pull your clothes off, his following suit, lost on the ground somewhere as he strokes himself. You whine softly when you catch the sight of his arousal, your eyes widening at the size. He only grins cockily, smiling as his hips aligned against yours. “Say red if you need me to stop, okay?”

You only manage to nod weakly. Because who would’ve imagined it? You and your best friend. In bed together.

“Okay.”

And so, he fucks you. He starts slow. Almost agonizingly slow. Covering your body with kisses before his fingers eventually finding your sensitive and throbbing clit. His fingers are slick with your arousal, stuffed in you, buried deeply, before he begins to move it, you gasping as you try to keep still. And as you continue to cry out, he eventually snaps, unable to hold back as his hips finally move.

Holding you down as he cries out softly, hips thrusting back and forth, moving in and out of you almost seamlessly. The way he’s holding you down with one hand, the other exploring you as you squirm. It was just too much.

“B-Binnie-” you gasp, blabbering softly. “Feels g-g-good- please d-don’t s-stop- B-Binnie-”

“Fuck, Y/n,” he stammers out, hips moving quicker. Whining softly, your hips move upwards, pushing against his desperately. The pleasure only grows, his eyes rolling back as he continues.

Your core is throbbing, a sense of overwhelming pleasure evident as you cry out softly. And with that, you reach your high, only his touch grounding you as you sob softly. He comes right after, gasping as he pulls out just in time to watch his arousal shoot over your body, now sticky and full of him.

“F-Fuck, Y/n…” his eyes are wide. Innocent. Like he was shocked by himself. By what he had just done. He gently kisses you, chest heaving, muscles rippling. “Stay here. L-Let me go clean you up, okay?”

When he’s grabbed a towel, damping it and wiping you down before himself, he tosses it to the laundry, staying off to the side.

“Binnine?” you whisper softly, eyes wide. He turns slightly, shifting uncomfortably as he dresses himself, you dressing yourself. “Did I do something wrong? Did you not like it, or-”

“No,” he says, immediately catching the slight hurt in your tone. He gently takes your hands, hesitant before he speaks again. “No, Y/n. No. I- I loved it. I just didn’t… I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“I don’t think you did,” you say back, eyes wide. “Just… I think you made it better.”

His heart warms, fingers intertwined with yours as he presses his lips against your fingers. “Let’s go eat, okay? And then we can talk about this. About us. And what this means.”

“Okay,” you sigh. “But I’m sore. Carry me?”

He grins softly. “Yeah. I’ll carry you.”

[kusagrasskusa]

An Eye for an Eye, ‘Til the World goes Blind

Chapter 2- A Date

Intro, Cha1, Cha2, Cha 3, Cha4, (Other chapters since it takes to long to link everything lol)

Guys I PROMISE the next chapter is gonna be WAY more interesting!

It was strange how each time, the victims seemed to resemble her and her brother.

Y/N shuddered, wrapping her arms around her torso and leaning back in her chair. “Gosh, that’s scaring me haha,” she softly joked to herself, “it almost makes me feel like they’re looking for…” Her voice trailed off as she squinted out her dark window, seeing her reflection faintly. She watched stiffly as it almost looked like her reflection was moving, morphed even, ever so slightly.

She slowly pushed herself off her seat and stepped closer to the window. Her heart began beating heavily as she ambled forward and lifted her hands to feel the window. A whiteness suddenly became more visible around her reflection’s face that began to take a form of its own the closer she got. Dark spots, an outline of a tall body, and a white blank face. As soon as she realized there was a person- or a thing- outside her window, her head began to buzz as she stepped back in horror.

But by then it was too late, for its long arms reached through the window, grabbing her by the neck. The broken window cut her all over as it violently pulled her outside, its grip around her throat too strong for her to breathe, let alone scream. It began to tear at her flesh and rip her apart but there was nothing she could do as it

“Bah!” Y/N yelled out loud as she jolted her head off her desk, looking around her office. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as she heaved, searching around the room for the monster that killed her. She turned her seat towards her window, seeing the curtains pulled over it and untouched. Her buzzing head made her groan in pain as she thought.

Was that all just a dream?

2:17, the clock in the corner of the computer screen read brightly. I must have fallen asleep, she thought as she leaned back in her chair and rubbed her eyes. I must have seen too much death for a day.

After a quick shower, change of clothes, and the most needed sleep ever, the next day came. Finals were starting for her college classes before winter vacation- something she studied enough to understand and pass without much problem.

As she sat up from bed, Y/N pouted her lip tiredly and whimpered. “Just two more days,” she whispered to herself as she looked around her small bedroom. Images flashed of the events of last night in her head, replaying again and again questioningly. If that was a nightmare, which it was considering she didn’t really die, then when did she fall asleep?

As quickly as she got ready for bed, she got ready for the day. Wearing her cute new boots with fur, cute pants and shirt, along with her fluffy coat, she was ready to blow these next two days of finals away! And on special days when she needed an extra boost, she had a bus bring her to a coffee shop right down the street from her college.

She was lucky enough that the university was so close to her apartment building, let alone that it had the greatest coffee shop about 5 minutes away. The familiar smell washed her stress away as she stepped inside the little shop, seeing the regulars she’d seen so many times.

Finally, she thought as she sat down with her cup of coffee in her hand, sipping away at the lovely flavor. The cushions of the seats were soft and comfortable- and the smell and quietness of the place was perfect for her to get a little extra practice in before her finals.

The little bell above the door rang, alerting it had been opened. Mindlessly, Y/N glanced upwards at the arrival of a new customer before looking back at the little laptop that she brought- just to look back up at the man who walked in.

Brown hair with sideburns, and dark eyes that quickly encaptured her. He wore a thick, unzipped brown jacket over a red plaid flannel that was sticking out from the jacket, and regular blue jeans with work boots. He was rather attractive; although he appeared a little stressed from the seriousness of his face.

Y/N curved her lips into a sly smile, looking back at her computer as the man walked to the counter to order his coffee. She kept on glancing over at him; like a normal young girl, she couldn’t help but pay attention whenever she saw an attractive guy nearby. This guy was tall, broad, looked strong, and looked like a hard worker. Not to mention when he turned to face her with those deep, cold yet alluring brown eyes-

Lost in a daydream, she didn’t notice right away that the guy turned to look at her. “Oh,” she whispered, breaking her haze as she shook her head. Blush rushed to her face as she looked back at her little laptop. Okay, that was a little embarrassing, she thought to herself.

Moments later, she heard loud footsteps approach her in the familiar heavy sound of workboots. “Hey,” a deep voice said, “mind if I sit here with you?”

“Oh, um,” Y/N blushed more vibrantly, her apparent nervousness doing nothing to hide itself from plain sight. There was an attractive southern twang in his deep voice- something that made her stomach knot up and her chest warm and heavy as the sound blessed her ears. “Yeah, go ahead,” she smiled nervously.

He had a slight smile on his face as he sat down, a hot cup of coffee in his hand as he took a sip. “So,” he started, “what’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?”

“Heh heh, well, I have finals for my college today and tomorrow, so I’m just getting a little bit of practice in beforehand,” she explained, instinctively staring deeply into his eyes as her head hung a little low and her finger intertwined in her hair. “What’s a handsome guy like you doing ‘round these parts?”

“Just spendin’ some time on a business trip,” he looked to the side, his welcoming smile like a bright light: something directly in her eyes that she just couldn’t block out.

Something about the way he smiled and the way his eyes were; they were different. Alluring for sure, as well as handsome, but something felt misplaced in the comfort of the dark colors that looked back at her. His eyes held no life; yet, at the same time, they held an attractiveness. And his smile felt the same; lifeless, yet ingenuous. A weird paradoxical mix; one that she just couldn’t put her finger on and be completely sure about.

“Oh yeah? Where do you work?” She asked, breaking her eyes from his dark ones. As she did, she noticed how fast her heart was beating. How heavily her body tensed and pulsed.

Similar to the fight or flight response to danger, in a way.

“I’m an internet installer so I gotta move around a lot to help clients.” He dryly said, as if it was something that he wasn’t particularly interested in.

Y/N nodded her head lightly before taking another sip of her coffee. There was an awkward silence for a minute, where the two avoided eye contact and just drank their coffees.

“Say,” the man said, breaking the silence. “Since I’m new here, would you wanna show me ‘round sometime? I can give you my number if that’s all good for you.”

“Oh, of course, for sure!” Y/N smiled, nodding her head as she grabbed her phone from her back pocket and opened it. The good old Samsung Epic 4G (Sprint)- the 2010 version of the new iPhone 15, with a pull-out keyboard. She handed her phone to the man, who quickly input her number and sent himself a text.

She smiled widely as he handed her phone back, his soft smile making her chest feel all warm and heavy again. “So, what should I call you, stranger? I’m Y/N,” she said, taking another sip of her coffee to hide her childish smile. Like a middle school girl hiding her smile from her crush with her hand.

“Well, Y/N,” he started, taking the final sip of his coffee. “You can call me Tim.”

The bell rang as usual, citing the end of the first part of the finals. Y/N stretched her limbs as she stepped off the campus finally, a satisfied feeling running through her body knowing she was almost done with school for winter vacation. Although she’d likely spend her whole winter break focused on the LadyLane Massacres.

Her walk back to her apartment was like normal: quiet, iPod connected to her earbuds for music as she listened to the latest music of the era. Staind, Seether, Slipknot, Rhianna, Bruno Mars- all the good stuff.

Despite the time reading 6pm, it was already starting to get dark now that the cold weather had been coming in. The sun was barely hanging over the trees as she walked down the sidewalk near the wooded area, which cast her in darkness as the shades of the thickly placed trees covered her.

It somehow reminded her of the darkness of her room whenever she had that dream. How hasn’t she noticed the darkness crawl on her walls as she approached that monster outside?

Moreover, it made her think of the darkness in her room that she hadn’t noticed before as she was checking the images of the victims. Did all those girls really look like her? Or did her dream make them look that way?

The lights in that room were bright, so why does she remember seeing a trail of darkness every time she looked away?

Y/N winced, stopping in her tracks and placing her hand on her forehead. Damn, it felt like a bullet just shot her in the head with how bad a buzzing migraine just hit her out of nowhere. She closed her eyes tightly and whimpered silently in pain as she stumbled back. “Fuck,” she mumbled, as it began to pulse increasingly in powerful waves of pain.

It wasn’t like the area was particularly dangerous. Hearing a snap somewhere in the woods wouldn’t normally cause concern if there hadn’t been a sting on her back. The sting of when you know someone’s watching you.

How hadn’t she noticed that one either?

“Okay,” Y/N mumbled as she spun around, quickening her pace as she trailed forward and faster down the sidewalk. She scanned around the forest, to all sides around her, not seeing a single person or animal. “Why has today been so…”

A snap came from a branch in the woods. Y/N turned her head in that direction, seeing nothing but darkness in the forest. Maybe it was because her migraine had her vision blurry that she couldn’t see anything. But it’d make more sense for the blackness of the forest to blind her from whatever was out there.

But, the sun was just out a few seconds ago. How did it get so fucking dark so fast?

Her heart sped up as she turned all around her, noticing the darkness fall over the melted snow patched on the grass. The empty streets, bright street lamps, and nobody else in sight. Y/N gulped, feeling a sense of fight or flight rise in her body as she looked all around, cautiously stepping forward in a careful walk. Her lips parted as her breathing got heavier.

Eyes were stinging her from all around, and she could feel it. What the fuck was happening? She began to run in the direction of her home. Danger was all around and her senses could feel it.

The clicking of footsteps seemed to echo behind her.

That was probably the fastest she ever ran home. Slamming her apartment door behind her back as she ran in, she breathed heavily as her back slid against the door.

“What the fuck just happened?” she asked herself as she heaved. With a shaky hand, Y/N pulled out her phone to call her brother and tell him about the weird experience she just had. But as she went to pull up her brother’s contact, she couldn’t help but notice Tim had texted her.

Tim: Hey this is Tim btw. I just wanted to say u looked very pretty this morning.

Tim: If ur free tonight, would u want to get dinner?

Blush spread across her face as she read the texts, some of her frustrations melting away in an instant. Biting her lower lip, she pulled out the side keyboard and wrote back a response.

You: Yeah sure. What time?

Y/N stood up, taking off her shoes at the door and getting changed into something more comfy for the time being. Last night and the moments prior left her feeling a little nauseated. So, she walked into the darkness by a forest during the daylight, before getting a headache that made her close her eyes tight, suddenly it was nighttime, she felt a paranoia she had never felt, ran away, heard footsteps behind her- and all that after she started thinking about her nightmare and the cases?

Weird coincidence.

A sudden ding on her phone broke her from her daydream, pushing her thoughts to the back of her mind as she rushed to grab her phone.

Tim: If ur ready by 8:20, I can take u to this nice place I saw recently

Y/N looked at the time, reading 7:46 on the clock.

She could have sworn that almost 15 minutes ago, on her walk home, it was 6. How the fuck did an hour and a half pass during a 15-minute walk?

You: Sure :) Ill be ready.

Surely a nice time with an attractive guy will help clear her mind. Naively, like a normal girl her age, she just smiled and blushed as she reread his text again and again. She had 45 minutes to get ready for her new date! Sending over her address, and smiled as she jumped off the bed and ran to get ready.

And after her date, she’s gonna find out who had the audacity to follow her. She had access to more than her brother’s case info after all.

[folklaur21]

Muggle Music & Movies

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x gn!reader

Summary: The son of one of the most Blood-Proud families in the Wizarding World gets caught with a Muggle device.

Warnings: None, just fluff <3

Word Count: 874

Draco Malfoy is part of the most notorious Pure-blood families of the Wizarding world. It's common knowledge that him and his family are not fans of anything Muggle. It's how they were brought up, and how their lifestyle will be.

You thought Draco was the same; cruel, cold, and extremely anti-Muggle. That was, until, you caught him in an abandoned classroom, in quite a compromising position.

"Oh, sorry Malfoy I didn't mean to intrude, what are you- IS THAT A WALKMAN?"

Draco Malfoy's head snapped up to look at you and he shoved the Walkman into the pocket of his robe, before sharply getting up and darting towards you.

"No, I don't know what you're talking about." He stares at you, questioning whether you are going to continue your interrogation. Obviously you are.

"Umm, yes you do! That was a Walkman, I had one for my 16th birthday a couple months ago. Why do have a Muggle device?"

At that comment, Malfoy shoves you into the wall, and covers your mouth with his hand. "Shut up." He realises how close the two of you are, and takes a few steps away from you.

"OK, you need to calm down. I'm just asking." You try to shrug off his reaction, but you still have more questions. "Why are you, of all people, secretly listening to Muggle music?"

Draco sighs and turns back towards you. "Do you promise not to tell anyone? Especially not my friends? And my father won't hear about this?"

"Yeah," you raise your eyebrows, "I won't tell anyone."

"The music is actually really good. My father wouldn't let me take Muggle Studies as a class in third year, but that Granger girl did, and I heard her talking about... Muggle things."

"OK, so you secretly bought a Sony Walkman?"

"I saw it in a Muggle charity shop in London when I was on my way to Diagon Alley. I just thought it would be cool. The gadget already had these songs on it." He shows you a list of 10 songs in a tidy scrawl.

Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana Creep - Radiohead Iris - Goo Goo Dolls Boys Don't Cry - The Cure Times Like These - Foo Fighters The Winner Takes It All - ABBA Wonderwall - Oasis I'll Be There For You - The Rembrandts Livin' On A Prayer - Bon Jovi Girls & Boys - Blur

"Why do you care about me?" You hear Malfoy say, very quietly.

"Well, I care because you go around screaming bloody murder about Muggle-borns, and here you are on a Saturday afternoon, hidden away in an abandoned classroom."

"It's complicated. I actually think things like this," he pulls the Walkman out of his pocket, "are really cool. We don't have this kind of magic as wizards."

"I guess. I've never really thought about it like that." You walk over to one of the desks and sit on the table. "My mum's a Muggle, you see. I was brought up on Chocolate Frogs and Disney films."

"What are Disney films?" Draco asks, confused. "Is that like, another sweet?"

"Oh. My. Gosh. You've not heard of Disney? Or films, for that matter?" You suppress a small laugh.

"Well, I did just mention that my father was a controlling, anti-Muggle lunatic. So, no I don't know what films are." The coldness that you knew as Draco Malfoy started to peek through at this comment, but not enough for you to be deterred by his response.

"OK, I am definitely bringing in my projector. And a Disney film." You stop and think for a moment. "What kind of things do you like? Animals, magic, princesses?"

This was how you ended up in your dormitory on a Friday night a week later, led on your bed with Draco Malfoy, watching Bambi.

"What just happened? Where's his mum gone?"

You turn around to see Draco's eyes welling up, and looking confused at the moving picture on the screen.

"Umm, yeah, she dies Draco. The hunters got her."

"That's awful! This is a kid's film! What children enjoy this?"

Right. Maybe Bambi wasn't a good first choice for an introduction into Disney films. You definitely should have gone for The Little Mermaid.

"But, Draco watch."

The two of you finish watching the film, but Draco still seems hesitant.

"See Draco, it has a happy ending."

"Yeah, but his mum still died. How would you get over that?"

"I don't know Draco, but that's not the point of the film. It's about friendship, and development, and love."

"I still don't think it's acceptable for children." Draco huffs indignantly.

"Draco, wizarding children's stories involve RIPPING PEOPLE'S HEARTS OUT and even BEING MURDERED FOR POWER. How is this unacceptable?" You sigh, mostly joking.

Draco doesn't say anything to that comment, but a moment later he asks. "Can we watch another next week?"

You turn to him surprised. "Really? You enjoyed this? I thought you said it was unacceptable for children..."

"Yeah, but... I like spending time with you."

At this, you turn around and face Draco, looking into his eyes. "I like spending time with you too."

Draco pulls you in towards him, and your lips meet.

"Maybe," he thinks, "being caught with my Muggle music wasn't so bad after all."

[atinyjules]

Eyes Off You Ft. Park Jisung {ch-7}

A/n: Congratulations on making it this far! I hope you guys like this series! I'm really happy with the performance of this series so far, so thank you guys for reading! I know... by now, you must be thinking... WHERE IS THE ROMANCE?! I promise! It's there... this is slow burn in its realistic form, but don't worry, it's not CRAZY slow burn. So don't worry about the romance!

Well... enough yapping.

Here it iss

The mini masterlist for this series can be found here

Tw: Angsty, Jeno and Jaemin being jerks, Jisung being a sad lost puppy.

Jisung's

"So it's suddenly our fault?" Jeno snarled at me making me nod.

"Why did you have to hurt her so badly?" I questioned making Jaemin laugh at me.

"Why do you suddenly care? Because you found out the truth?" He said in a mocking tone making me clench my fist.

"Her being hurt by us badly is on you. You only told us to make her pay for what she did. So, if you found out the actual truth... that's on you. We just did what you asked us to do." Jeno said, making me falter as I looked down.

"I said do anything to her... not make her look bruised and battered." I said making Jeno come in front of me and shove me to the ground.

"You said... anything. If it was so bad... why didn't you say anything? Why did you keep quiet and watch? Because you were scared? Be a man and claim your mistake." Jeno said making me get up and throw an apple at his back.

"Yah... Jeno. Don't." I turned to see Chenle who just saw what happened.

"Should've thought twice before doing that." Jeno snarled before pushing me to the ground, but I got up and threw a punch to his face making him retaliate with a blow to my cheek causing me to fall to the ground again.

"Jaemin, won't you try to stop them!" Chenle exclaimed as he tried to break us apart.

"He brought it upon himself." Jaemin said before leaving as me and Jeno threw hands at each other.

Ultimately, there was only one winner... and it wasn't me.

"You're stupid." Chenle spat as I remained flat on the ground before turning with my stomach on the floor.

"I am." I mumbled making Chenle sigh before throwing a tissue roll at me.

"Clean up... we'll be late for class." He said as I sniffled and got up.

"I need... to apologize... to Lia." I mumbled making Chenle look at me.

"She's not gonna listen. No matter how much you try... she won't listen... you're about four years too late to apologize. Honestly, if I was Lia... I wouldn't talk or listen to you either." Chenle said making my eyes brim with tears.

"I should've never changed." I mumbled as Chenle remained indifferent.

"It's too late to regret now... I know I'm being harsh... but... I know no one will tell it to you and being your best friend... it's my job to tell you when you're wrong. Sorry to tell you but... the damage is done. But hey, at least you're still popular." Chenle said making me shake my head.

"I don't wanna be popular anymore..." I sniffled as I wiped my tears before getting up.

"Where are you going?" Chenle asked as I dragged myself upstairs.

×××

Lianna's

After the incident Shotaro, Sungchan and Seunghan decided to stay over at my apartment until Johnny comes back. Tonight it was just me and Seunghan since Shotaro and Sungchan had practice.

"I told grandma that I'm staying with these two. If she saw me like this... gosh... she wouldn't stop crying and blaming herself." Seunghan said with a chuckle as he ate his food.

"What if she wants to visit?" I asked as he smiled.

"I'd have to be the one to go visit her. Her body can't handle long journeys anymore." He said making me nod as I ate.

"Don't think about it." I looked up when Seunghan spoke up.

"What?" I asked as he smiled.

"Don't think about it... the more you dwell in the situation... the harder it gets to forget about it." He said making me think about it.

"You're thinking again." He said making me look up as he chuckled.

"I can't help it..." I said making him smile as he tenderly held my hand.

"My grandma always tells me that holding hands helps calming our thoughts." He said making me look at our hands, he squeezed my hands a little making me feel at ease.

"I think your grandma is right." I said making him chuckle.

"Of course she is, my grandma is always right." Seunghan said making me smile.

"You must love her alot." I said making him nod as he sipped his soup.

"Of course... she's the only family I have. Mom and dad abandoned me when I was a child... so my grandma is the only person in the world that matters to me." He said with a fond smile as he thought of his grandma.

"What about you? Are you close with your grandma?" Seunghan asked making me shake my head.

"Never got to meet her... they died way before my parents even got married. Mom says they weren't good parents to dad." I said making him nod.

"Ah, I understand. You know... my grandma would love you. You guys have a lot of things in common." Seunghan said making me chuckle.

"Oh really?" I said making him nod.

"You both love music, cooking, watching dramas and many other things... but most importantly... you both aren't scared to protect the ones you love." He said making me flustered.

"Oh shut up..." I trailed as he shook his head.

"No really, I feel blessed having two strong women in my life." He said with a soft smile and gave my hand a soft squeeze.

"She brought you up well... you're cool. " I said making him flip his front hair.

"Did you only notice that now?" He said making me roll my eyes.

After dinner we cleaned the kitchen amd talked before the other two came back and ate dinner. We talked for an hour before going to sleep.

While the three men slept I stayed awake working on a song.

I hummed a bit as I wrote down some lyrics. Suddenly I began overthinking again but when I looked at my hand a sense of ease washed over me as I smiled and continued writing.

×××

Jisung's

It's been about a month since everything happened, and Lia began attending class again, but somehow... I wished she'd talk to me. Watching her smile and laugh with her friends made me feel sad but happy as well... but mostly sad.

"You're day dreaming again." I turn to look at Chenle who was going through his music sheet.

"I'm not." I say in a not so confident tone.

"Yeah, yeah... so... you're not gawking at Lia?" He said catching me by surprise.

"N-No, she's not even around here..." I stuttered, making him chuckle.

"She's a strong headed girl... but maybe... if you annoy her enough, she might just hear you out." I widen my eyes and look at Chenle whose eyes were still glued to the music sheets.

"But you told me to forget about her..." I trailed as he sighed and looked up from his papers at me.

"Yeah... but you're my best friend... it doesn't feel nice to see you sad, longing for someone... just... try talking to her and if she hears you out then tell her everything and even after that if she decided she doesn't want to talk to you... just let her go." Chenle said making me look down at my hands.

"I'm... I'm scared she'll push me away." I said, making him groan.

"I swear... you are such a scaredy cat...mouse, scaredy mouse. Don't just give up so fast. Do you want to talk to her like you used to or not?" Chenle asked making me widen my eyes.

"Of course!" I exclaimed making him roll his eyes.

"THEN GO!" He exclaimed making me get up before running to search for her.

I enter the music block in hopes of finding her around there. Not knowing exactly what department she's a part of, I just walk in circles and hexagons or whatever in search of her.

"Sup." I turn to find one of the boys who hang out with Lia. His name was probably Sohee. He had a cut on his brow and a bandaid on his cheek as he stared at me, eyes boring into me with no sort of emotion... just blank.

"Where's Lia's class?" I asked him as he remained indifferent.

"I won't tell you." He said as he began walking making me stop him.

"Hey, just tell me where she is." I said, raising my voice a bit.

"I'm not scared of you. But I'm scared of Lia. She'll kill me if she finds out I lead her to you, but then again... I'm loyal. So I won't do that." He said in a monotone voice.

"Yah... I just want to talk to her." I said as he smiled.

"Not my problem." He said and continued walking, making adrenaline run through my veins as I grabbed him by the collar pushed him onto the wall.

"I won't say it again. Where is she?" I asked as he smiled before chuckling softly.

"See... that's why I hate you and your boy band. You guys have no sense of general etiquette. You don't know how to make requests. You don't know how to apologize... all you know... is to make demands and expect them on a golden platter." Sohee said before yanking my fingers from his collar and walking away as his words ingrained into my mind.

You don't know how to make requests. You don't know how to apologize... all you know... is to make demands and expect them on a golden platter.

I mean... Sohee does have a point, Jisungie.

That's it for this chapter 💖 ✨️

I hope you guys liked it as much as I enjoyed writing it 💖✨️

Chapter 8 can be found here

Likes and rebloggs are appreciated 💖 ✨️

[average-kitty]

A Strange Fascination (AUM🩸)

A/N: This does take place in the AUM universe, kind of just a prologue one shot of sorts! Really proud of this one to be fair

warnings: none?

word count: 800-900 (I didn’t really care to check for this one)

You were just walking to one of your classes, not being a bother to anyone or anything at all. You bumped into Enid while walking though you hadn't noticed it was her so- as you usually did… you immediately apologized. “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry- I-I-I didn’t mean to!-“ Enid just giggled softly as she shook her head at you “No need to apologize… Oh- Y/N!” You perked up as she said your name, tilting your head to the side in surprise. “You know me…?-" 

“Yeah I do! I heard some of the teachers talking a new student, and I haven’t seen you around at all so I’m just assuming that you’re the new kid.” Enid chuckled, you felt a sudden sense of relief washing over your body, Enid was the first- relatively friendly face you’ve seen since walking into the building. Enid was a really nice and helpful person from what you could tell, you both talked the whole time you were looking for your dorm room.

You both- finally, found your dorm as you swung the door open, looking over the spacious room. “Wow this is a lot more open and nicer than I expected…” you mumbled softly, setting down your duffle bag you had brought, looking all over the room. “Man I get believe you scored yourself this room all to yourself!- I had a big room all to myself for like… 2 weeks and then my roommate moved in-“ Enid rambled in for a bit about her Roomate as you unpacked and decorated your dorm room, they sounded like a pain in the ass who only really cared about being right- rather than the safety of others they might’ve put at risk… “And then I saved them from that Hyde thing i was talking about! Also the school almost caught on fire-“ “What?!-“ You looked up from were you had been putting the string lights, over hanging your bed. “sounds like you two have been through a lot…” “Yeah, but she’s just the coolest about it, doesn’t even act like it happened.” You gave a light nod as you turned back to continue put the string lights up, finally finishing up. “Done.” You softly told yourself, as you got off of the chair you were using a step up. “Looks good! Wish I could decorate my room even more but-“ “your roommate wouldn’t let you?” You practically finished Enid’s sentence as she gave a positive nod “Exactly!-“ she let out a disappointed sigh before looking over to you, meeting your eyes as you turned around. “Come on let’s go get dinner- it’s almost dark” You knew time had passed but you didn’t know that much time passed- “oh my gosh!- I’m so sorry for keeping you so late…!” “No no it’s okay! You felt more like a roomate than my real one….” She chuckled softly as you walked over to her, taking- quite nervous steps towards her. “Come on let’s go already!” You paused for a moment before nodding your head slightly and following her out of the room as you closed the door behind you- turning to look at Enid but instead….?

You were met with an unknown girl, her cold demeanor and unreadable face and eyes facing toward you- you jump back a bit, before calming yourself down. Enid had glanced back from walking towards the dining hall to see Wednesday standing by in front of you and rushing over. “Wednesday!- we’ve talked about jumping up on people like that…!” Enid scolded. “That we did, but you didn’t specify when or if I really needed to stop, besides- I won’t waste a good opportunity.” She simply replied, as her eyes flicked back to look at you. You seemed closed off to her from first glance, but she could tell you were a bit anxious. Both of you kept eye contact for a few moments, both of you seemed to be having a staring contest if you had no idea of the context of the situation. But finally Wednesday turned away and walked off, probably to return to her own room- leaving you watching her walking off… a faint reddish tint staining your cheeks.

“What was that?-“ Enid walked over to your side as you both watch Wednesday walk off, seeming puzzled herself. Enid turned her head to look at you after Wednesday disappeared out a few, seeing the redness of your cheeks- her eyes widening almost immediately. “No. Way…..” you turn to look at her with a confused expression before noticing the heat spewing from your body- “What…?-“ “Are you seriously blushing from just that small interaction with her?!-“ Enid squealed grabbing your shoulders and shaking you about. “No way!- Did you see the way she looked at me?! I doubt she wants to even talk to me!” You retorted trying to redirect her attention away from you and your light blushing. “Wednesday is never THAT nice to new people!” 

“That was her being nice?-“ You softly muttered, it didn’t really feel that way- but maybe it was because of her natural coldness…? “Uh YEAH- crazy right? Anyways, I see that you got all flustered from that- Soooooo! I’m gonna help you out!” Enid gave you an extremely toothy grin as you chuckled softly at her excitement, you never expected her to get so pumped over something that felt so small to you. And with that? You both walked down the corridor to the dining hall, Enid giving you tips on how to not possibly get murdered by Wednesday the whole way…

[blackwolfstabs]

Top 5 favorite memories?

oh gosh there are soooo many to recall... hmm.. i'm gonna do favorite memories of 2023 if that's ok :)

watching Scream V for the first time w/ @michiganstray (that was such a crazy day and it all started at 5:30 am. little did i know meeting Sam would change my life forever)

i used to babysit 3 boys (i quit in september bc depression) and the thursday before Easter, i brought plastic eggs for them and we just did a bunch of easter egg hunts - it started raining on the last one so you bet my ass stayed under the cover of the small porch they had but yea, it was great

from june 23 - 26, i accompanied @michiganstray in travelling to attend a pagent she was in. i was like her personal stylist (with the exception of doing her makeup) and we got to do a few tourist things in between her schedule. it was such a fun and unique experience

watching the film In The Heights for the first time (it was july and i was taking a summer class that was hard af. that movie got me through a lot that summer and now that i look back at it, it made it enjoyable and i would do summer over again if i could)

making this tumblr account (i made it in the midst of my depression and i have grown to love it here and this community. i've met so many awesome people that i have the honor of calling friends and as bad as my depression got, joining made it worth it)

[persephonelovesbooks]

"About the Blogger" meme

It's been ages since I've done one of these. Thanks a lot, Curry! @currymanganese for the shout-out!! here we go 🤠

Star Signs: Cancer Sun, Aquarius moon, Libra rising

Favourite Holiday : Christmas is my no .1 fav. There are so many great memories associated with the Holiday season. The lights, the presents,and of course, the FOOD!! Onam is a close second with its vibrancy and the spirit of togetherness !

Last meal: PB&J

Current favourite musician: I'm a Hoe for Hozier. Always playing him on loop. Also recently I've been obsessed with Mitski also. She's divine!!!! Other Favs include Florence Welsh, Paris Paloma, Pink Floyd, Lana Del Rey, Arctic Monkeys, Phoebe Bridgers, Radiohead and also been listening to songs by REM( thanks to The Bear)

Last music listened to : Chemtrails over the country club by Lana. Her voice! 😫♥️

Last movie watched : May December . Brilliant!!! Natalie Portman knocked it out of the park!

Last TV watched : Derry Girls . Excellent writing and performance. Watching also Abbott Elementary cuz I heard Ayo is in it! That too is a laugh fest.

Last book finished : Piranesi by Susanna Clarke. Clarke is a gifted wordsmith.

Last book abandoned : oh lawwdd there's so many. I've been an ardent practitioner of tsundoku lately.

Currently reading: A lot of The Bear fanfics, hell yeah!! Absolutely a fan of Curry's fic Why Can't We Be Friends . Yo when's the next update tho!!

Last thing researched for art/writing : The Scream by Edvard Munch to take a class on it.

Fav online fandom memory: oh gosh, I've been here on Tumblr since 2012 or so and I've been pretty seriously involved in fandom stuff. I guess my fav memory would be the bonding we all had ,the really interesting convos, the delectable meta and ultimately the joy of sharing a common interest and making a bunch of amazing friends ❤️

My case with fandoms is that I've got seasonal obsessions. Right now it's Sydcarmy from The Bear. I wasn't part of any fandoms for a long time because of academics , job hunting and everything. So SydCarmy feels pretty special. It just brought me straight back to my old glory days. I'm constantly blown away by the fire ass meta and the analyses here . Cannot wait for S3.

Woohoooo, this was fun ✨️🥳

I'm tagging everyone who wants to do this

Thanks for reading, lovelies 💖