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Chrissy the Vampire Slayer- Beauty and the Beast- [Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham]

Summary: Chrissy Cunningham learns a secret about her not-boyfriend.

Characters: Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley.

Warnings: Language, rough sex, oral sex, violence.

AN: I saw a picture on here a few months ago depicting Chrissy as Buffy the Vampire Slayer and I couldn't get this idea out of my head. Thus, I present: Chrissy the Vampire Slayer

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It was between fifth and sixth period when Chrissy realized her not-boyfriend wasn’t human.

She’d been walking down the hall heading from French to Government with Nancy Wheeler when she heard the chanting of “fight” break out ahead of her. A crowd had started to form and she threw her elbows around to get through.

Dustin Henderson was leaning against the far lockers, his books scattered across the floor and his eyes wide. On the other side of the hall, against the lockers, Eddie Munson had Andy Johnson in a chokehold.

It was easy to guess what had happened. Andy probably knocked Dustin’s books out of his hands and, knowing Dustin like she did, he probably mouthed off and Andy got pissed. Eddie then would’ve come to the rescue though she was surprised he’d gotten physical with Andy. In the time that she’d known him, she hadn’t seen him instigate anything against the jocks of Hawkins High.

Whatever set him off, must’ve been really bad.

Eddie stood up and sent a solid punch to the side of Andy’s head. “Eddie, stop!” She called. Andy sent a jab to Eddie’s ribs and he was released from his choke hold. When he stood, Chrissy could see that Eddie had already gotten a few hits in. Andy’s nose was bleeding and he had a cut above his right eye.

Andy geared up to charge at Eddie when Chrissy stepped between them. She held both hands out, one on each boy's chest. Her presence shifted their attention from each other, to her. “Enough!” She cried.

Andy glared at Eddie and spat blood at his feet. Chrissy turned to look at Eddie and froze. While his eyes were narrowed, she could clearly see that they were not his traditional brown. They had shifted to a golden-yellow and she could see the points of fangs behind his upper lip.

“Eddie,” she said. He glanced down at her and seemed to realize where he was. His eyes widened and she saw them fade to their original brown. He started to back away from her and when she tried to follow, he bolted.

She watched him retreat, the sound of the bell fading as she followed him.

The summer Chrissy turned sixteen her life changed. Of course, she was thinking it would change in the sense that she would feel older, more mature, finally ready to let her boyfriend go all the way, take over Tammy Thompson’s spot as head cheerleader. What she was wholeheartedly not ready for was a strange British man in tweed to show up at her front door and tell her that she was the “chosen one” and that it was her “destiny” to fight the “evil that roamed the land” or whatever.

She didn’t believe him at first. It wasn’t until later that night when she was walking home from cheer conditioning that she was attacked by some guy with fangs. Mr. Tweed came along and saved her and it was then that she started to wonder if what he said was true.

For the rest of that summer, she learned all about what it was to be the slayer because apparently that’s what she was. Mr. Tweed, who she later learned was called Richards, made her read books about all kinds of monsters. Vampires were the most common threat she’d face apparently but it was her duty as the slayer to “stand against demons and the forces of darkness” according to Richards’ speech.

Following Richards’ appearance and his revelation about her life, more things changed. For the worse. Her grades started to slip. It wasn’t because she wasn’t trying, she did. She’d just stopped turning in homework and studying. When she spent most nights patrolling the graveyards for any miscreants, it got kind of hard to study. She slept a lot more in class, too. Just like those late night patrols made it hard to study, they made it hard to get enough sleep at night.

Jason broke up with her at the start of second semester because she kept blowing him off and lying to him about what she was doing. Honestly, she didn’t end up being too broken up about that change. She was sad to lose who she thought were her friends though.

After Jason broke up with her, her “friends” picked sides and they all chose Jason. The other cheerleaders whispered about her in the hallways and none of them talked to her outside of practice. It didn’t help keep friends when she couldn't tell anyone about her status as the slayer. She couldn’t make plans after school and she couldn’t spend the night at anyone's house for fear of being attacked or exposed.

It made for a lonely junior year.

It was the summer before senior year when she learned she wasn’t the only one in Hawkins hunting the things that went bump in the night.

She was doing her rounds in the cemetery like usual when she heard a scream. She ran towards it like she’s supposed to when she saw Nancy Wheeler run screaming from one of the mausoleums. There was a vampire right on her heels and Chrissy did what she does best. She staked him.

She turned to Nancy, ready for her gracious thank yous and a forced explanation, only to find one pissed off girl.

“I needed him,” Nancy said. Chrissy had been confused. She looked around, waiting to see if Richards had set her up for some test but didn’t see anyone besides Nancy. She looked back at her. “You screamed.”

Suddenly, Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington, and Robin Buckley appeared from the woods nearby and quickly flanked Nancy. “I was bait,” she said.

Chrissy had grown more confused so Nancy just jerked her head to the side and they all started walking. Chrissy learned more from Nancy in that night’s conversation than she did from her own watcher.

Two and a half years ago, Will Byers disappeared without a trace. A few days later, a body was found and there was a funeral. A few days after that, Will Byers appeared like he’d never been dead in the first place. The whole town found it strange and unnerving but quickly moved on. Chrissy remembered these events but hadn’t thought much of them at the time. She did know that the kids at school still called Will zombie boy.

Apparently, Will had been abducted by a demon and transported into a hell dimension where he spent the next week running and hiding from said demon. Nancy told her that the demon had been released by an evil priest who was siphoning the powers of psychic children to open portals to hell to make him more powerful.

Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, and Dustin Henderson kept the only remaining psychic child, named Eleven aka El, away from the priest while Joyce and Hopper looked for Will. Apparently, El had escaped from said priest when the demon first came through the portal. There had been so much chaos that she’d been able to slip away unnoticed only to be found in the rain by the three boys as they searched for their missing friend.

Nancy and Jonathan found another portal that the demon had opened. Nancy’s best friend Barb had gone missing too and she and Jonathan had gone looking for her. They didn’t find her but they did find the portal and inside of it, the demon. They, along with Steve Harrington, fought said demon while Joyce Byers and Police Chief Jim Hopper ventured through the original portal to retrieve Will.

They were able to close the portals with Eleven’s abilities and Hopper later adopted her and called her Jane. The priest had met his demise at the hands of the very demon he called through the portal. If that wasn’t poetic justice, Chrissy didn’t know what was.

When Chrissy asked how Robin fit in, she learned that last year, a new portal had opened up beneath the Starcourt Mall and that Robin had been instrumental in decoding the Russian messages that told them how to locate and close the portal. She also learned that Billy Hargrove didn’t die in the Starcourt fire. The Starcourt fire wasn’t even a fire at all. It was a hell dimension that had opened because a demon possessing Billy Hargrove tried to take over the world. Eleven was able to get through to Billy who fought the demon and died as a result.

She felt bad then because she remembered Billy had a younger sister and she called to mind the angry red head who walked around school ignoring everyone. Nancy said that Max had been struggling since Billy’s death.

It had been a lot to take in.

Chrissy didn’t know what to do with all the information that had been thrown at her. For over a year, she believed she was the only one in Hawkins who knew about the supernatural beings and occurrences. Now she knew that there were several people, children even, who knew what was going on.

The next morning, she promptly fired Richards (who strongly objected and claimed she couldn’t fire him as he was appointed by the council in England) and started working with Nancy and her friends.

She learned more about them that summer as she got to know them.

Although Will had survived the hell dimension he was in, he had emerged with latent demonic abilities. He could sense when demons were near and he was able to communicate with El (Jane) telepathically.

Eleven (Jane) could do a lot of things with her psychic abilities. With proper conditions, she could travel into another's mind and see their memories. She could move things with her mind and also, apparently, close portals to hell.

Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will liked to play a fantasy game called Dungeons and Dragons and they took to naming the different monsters after villains from their game. The demon that kidnapped Will was the demogorgon or so they said. Chrissy didn’t understand any of it but thought their enthusiasm was cute.

After Will’s disappearance and subsequent events, Nancy took up witchcraft. She wanted to be able to protect her family and friends in the event that something else happened involving demons and hell dimensions.

Hopper insisted that all the kids take up self-defense. Every day after school, he instructed them in basic self-defense techniques before moving on to attack tactics. (Max was the best followed by Lucas). With Chrissy’s dance and cheer experience, she easily mastered self-defense.

It was firmly decided from day one, that the younger kids (El, Will, Lucas, Mike, Dustin, and Max) were strictly research. They didn’t partake in any hunting or patrolling duties and stuck mainly to research and information. They complained a lot about this arrangement but when Hopper claimed that someone needed to always be at their homebase, their arguments got few and far between.

Steve, Jonathan, Robin, and Nancy took on the more dangerous role of patrolling. As much as Hopper and Joyce didn’t like it, they couldn’t do much to dissuade them. Hopper did what he could to arm them and Joyce focused on first aid and health. It wasn’t perfect but it worked for them.

Nancy had invited her back to their “lair” as Dusin called it to meet the rest of The Party (another Dustin name). She obliged and happily met the rest of them. To say the younger kids were shocked to see that Chrissy Cunningham was the slayer was an understatement.

Chrissy spent the rest of the summer patrolling with the older teens and studying with the younger ones.

Although her old life was over, she was glad to find a group of friends she could trust in her new life. Although, there was one new friend that didn’t seem to know about their dabblings in the supernatural.

Eddie Munson came along with the younger teens. He was a super senior at nineteen, having failed senior year twice. He had long hair, tattoos, bulky rings and an fuck off attitude that rubbed most of Hawkins the wrong way. Dustin worshiped the ground he walked on.

Eddie was the Dungeon Master of the Hellfire Club at school and all the boys were members. The younger boys had a hard time fitting in at school and Eddie had taken them under his wing. He’d made them feel welcomed and comfortable and stood up for them whenever they had trouble with the more popular kids. Eddie was strictly against conformity and the boys thought he was the coolest thing since sliced bread.

Chrissy only met him a few times over the summer when he would drop the kids off at Nancy or Steve’s house and she was there. They got along well enough and he always talked to her.

It wasn’t until school started senior year that they really spent more time together.

While she had friends in Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin, they didn’t face the same pressures at home that she did. Jonathan’s mom was aware of his supernatural escapades and Nancy’s mom was too oblivious to notice. Robin’s parents were strangely absent and Steve’s traveled a lot for work. Chrissy was the only one who felt that her home wasn’t really a welcome place for her.

Her mother still hadn’t gotten over her break up with Jason even though he was the one to break it off. He had even started dating someone else but Chrissy’s mom insisted that if she just pulled herself together he’d come right back to her. Her father kept his mouth shut and his head down most of the time so Chrissy was left to her own devices against her overbearing mother.

Chrissy was tense all the time and she began to wonder if there was something that could take the edge off. When she asked, her friends told her that weed was the best solution. (Steve had blurted sex but Robin elbowed him so hard in the gut that Chrissy was afraid he’d pass out). Jonathan said that Eddie was the best source of weed in their age bracket.

She cornered him one day in the hall and asked him to meet her at lunch under the bleachers. He did. He didn’t believe her when she first asked him for weed but once he saw she was serious, he told her to meet him after school and they’d go to his house. She was surprisingly trusting of him when he made this suggestion.

One Friday after school, he took her to his trailer, blasting Metallica the whole way there. He’d been embarrassed by the mess, cracking a joke about the maid being on vacation as he threw dirty dishes into the sink. She laughed and settled down on his couch, feeling more at home in his dinghy trailer than she ever had in her own house.

That afternoon, Eddie taught her how to roll a joint and smoke it. After just a few pulls, she’d felt the tension in her shoulders ease and the muscles of her neck relax.

When he asked her what she needed to relax for she kept her answers honest but simple. School was stressing her out and her mom was on her case about Jason. He’d laughed and rolled another blunt, shifting to the floor and thumbing through his records. He put on an oldies record that she recognized and laughed about. She told him that she didn’t peg him for an oldies fan but he just shrugged and said he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. A thought had crossed her mind that she didn’t think she could ever be uncomfortable around him.

They smoked two joints and then he took her home, promising to meet up again.

It became part of her routine. Every Friday after school, she’d go over to Eddie’s house and they’d smoke and talk. She learned that his mother died in a car accident when he was eight and then his father died in a police shoot out when he was ten. He’d been living with his uncle ever since.

She told him how her mother pressured her to date Jason because he was perfect and he’d take care of her. Never mind that Chrissy had no feelings for him or that he had actually been mean to her for the brief year that they dated. She told him how her mom kept her on a strict diet and didn’t care that she was on cheer and needed a high calorie diet. He laughed when she told him that she didn’t follow the diet at school or when she was at friends' houses.

It was about two months after they started their smoking routine when she first kissed him. They’d been talking about music while listening to Iron Maiden in the living room. Eddie was going on some rant about how people judged metal music because it didn’t fit into the stereotype of their perfect world. She’d just started admiring the curve of his lips as he talked and getting lost in his passion for music when the thought entered her head that she wanted to kiss him.

It had startled her. Mostly because she hadn’t wanted to kiss anyone for a long time. She was so busy with her slayer duties and trying to maintain a good cover with her parents that she didn’t look at boys. Eddie was the first boy who’d even seemed remotely interesting to her.

She didn’t let her thoughts roam for too long before she leaned over and cut him off mid sentence. He sat frozen for a while before he leaned up and kissed her back. She’d almost pulled away, he hesitated so long, but she was glad she didn’t when his tongue invaded her mouth. He tasted like weed, bbq chips, and Eddie. She’d moaned and tangled her fingers in his hair.

That seemed to startle him because he pulled away and asked her what she was doing. She giggled and said she thought it was obvious. Eddie laughed too and kissed her again, his hands sliding down her back and pulling her across his lap.

Their Friday smoke sessions began to include make out sessions.

She was hesitant to tell her friends about him mostly because he didn’t know about her slayer abilities. She didn’t want them reminding her how difficult it would be to keep him safe or balance a relationship. She liked Eddie. A lot and she wanted to keep him. She figured the longer no one knew about them, the safer he’d be.

Smoking turned to making out and making out turned to fooling around.

They hadn’t gone all the way yet, but Chrissy found herself wanting to for the first time ever. She wasn’t a virgin. In the year that they were together, she and Jason had sex a handful of times. Chrissy didn’t enjoy it but Jason always insisted that it brought them closer together. The idea of having sex with Eddie sent shivers down her spine and wetness to her panties.

She already knew it would be better than it ever had been with Jason. In their fooling around, Eddie had made her come around his fingers on the couch while she straddled his lap. His rings had brought a factor into it she hadn’t considered. The feel of them against her heated skin brought goosebumps to her flesh and made the slick between her legs double.

Chrissy wanted to tell Eddie who she was, what she did on weekends and with her friends. She wanted him to be a part of her life in more ways than he already was. She loved the time they spent together but she wanted people to know that. She wanted her friends to meet him and get to know the kind person that he hid behind his persona. She wanted Joyce and Hopper to shake his hand and call him “son” in that affectionate reprimanding way that they did.

She wanted to hold his hand in the hallways and kiss him before class. She wanted to sit with him at lunch and share food. She wanted him to call her princess and sweetheart and sunshine where everyone could hear. She wanted to be able to call him her boyfriend.

It was thoughts like this that were plaguing her that cool spring afternoon when Eddie got into a fight with Andy Johnson and his eyes turned yellow.

Chrissy banged her fist on the trailer door. Wayne was at work pulling a double shift and Eddie had just hightailed it out of school following his fight with Andy. She’d followed him out of the building and knew he was home. His van was parked sideways in the grass.

“Eddie!” She yelled. She banged again. “I know you’re in there!” She called. She squinted and peered through the window of the screen door. She didn’t see anything. She banged again. “Eddie! Open the door or I’ll break it down!” It was an empty threat but he didn’t need to know that.

He swung the door open and pulled her inside by the neck of her sweater. She whipped around and faced him, her hackles up.

His eyes had shifted again to their yellow-gold but his teeth were back to normal. She glared at him and looked him over.

He looked exactly the same as he did this morning. Except for his eyes. She met them again and was surprised at the anger she saw in them.

“What are you doing here, Chrissy?” He growled. She could hear it rumbling deep in his chest. She swallowed thickly, nervous for the first time.

“You ran away. I wanted to make sure you were okay.” She whispered. He snorted. She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Really? You sure you didn’t come here to slay me?” Her arms went slack and she stared at him wide-eyed. He nodded. “I know what you are. I’ve known for a long time.” He ran his hands through his hair.

She shook her head. “Why didn’t you say anything?” She asked. He snorted again and shook his head, beginning to pace.

“Really? Tell the slayer that I’m a werewolf? No thanks. I like my head exactly where it is.” She looked him over again. She could see him being a werewolf. He was wiry and lean. He was strong both mentally and physically. It didn’t really surprise her now that she knew.

“Eddie,” She took a step forward but stopped when he held out a hand to her.

“Don’t.” He growled. She drew her eyebrows together. He was still on edge, his hands shaking and his face red.

“What’s wrong?” She asked. He shook his head and resumed pacing.

“Full moon’s in a couple days. It’s harder to control myself.” He answered. She nodded and leaned against the edge of the counter.

“Do you need anything?” She asked. The idea of him being slightly unhinged sent heat to her belly. She unconsciously rubbed her thighs together. Eddie clocked the movement in his periphery and narrowed his eyes.

“No. I’m going to smoke a little and then probably crash. That usually helps.” He said, his voice low and guarded. Chrissy nodded and bit her bottom lip.

“Would anything else help?” She asked quietly. Eddie turned fully to face her, his eyes hard and narrowed. She didn’t think she needed to outright ask him to have sex with her. He already told her he had a harder time maintaining his control and a part of her (a big part if she was honest) wanted him to unleash that control on her.

“What are you asking, Cunningham?” He said. She blushed and looked away. He took a step toward her and leaned into her space. She faced him and glanced from his eyes to his mouth and back again. His nostrils flared and he smelled the arousal coursing through her. He shook his head.

“I won’t be gentle.” He whispered. She uncrossed her arms and cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs stroking over the skin beneath his yellow eyes.

“I won’t break,” She said. The words had barely left her mouth before he was pressed bodily against her, his mouth locking with hers. Their teeth knocked together and she moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Eddie slid his hands down her back and over her ass, giving it a quick squeeze, before cupping the backs of her thighs and lifting her onto the kitchen counter. She gasped against his lips and tugged his hair, biting his bottom lip. He groaned and put a hand against her chest, pushing her to lay back.

She was pressed hard to the surface of the counter. She didn’t have time to even take a breath before Eddie was shoving his shoulders between her thighs. He pressed his tongue flat against the cotton of her panties and licked a long, slow stripe up her center. She gasped and dropped her head back against the counter.

His growl was inhuman as he straightened, his hands trailing down the outside of her thighs like claws. He brought his hands up to the collar of her sweater and gripped it tight. She froze and said his name. He glanced up, his eyes a startling shade of gold, narrowed his eyes and ripped the fabric straight down the middle. She inhaled sharply as he roughly maneuvered it off her shoulders. In the process, she sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck as they were freed. She slanted her mouth across his and probed his mouth with her tongue.

She squeaked when the clasp of her bra loosened and Eddie’s fingers slid it down her arms. His hands trailed back up her flesh and descended on her breasts, kneaded the flesh in his rough hands. Chrissy moaned as Eddie pinched her nipples between his fingers, tugging on the pebbled flesh. She arched against him, her pussy flush with his cock. He was diamond hard between her legs and she tightened them around his hips.

He hissed as she rubbed against him and wrapped a hand around her hair, giving her head a sharp tug back. She separated from him with a gasp and an audible smack, spit connecting their lips.

He glared at her, his eyes searching. She squeaked when he shoved her back down on the counter. He trailed his hands across her breasts and stomach, his thumb dipping briefly into her bellybutton. His fingers curled into the waistband of her skirt and he tugged with force. It slipped low on her hips but didn’t come off. The growl in his chest startled her and she sat up, covering his hands with her own.

“Zipper,” She whispered. She moved her hands behind her and, with shaky fingers, unzipped the skirt. Eddie nudged her back down with a nose at her throat and she went, raising her hips as she did so he could pull her skirt and panties down her legs in one go, her ballet flats disappearing with them.

Her face was warm and she knew her blush trailed down across her chest. Eddie was staring, transfixed, between her legs. If he wasn’t standing between them, she would’ve closed her knees. He looked up at her and slowly slid his hands up her legs.

He started at her ankle, trailing his hand feather light up the skin of her calf, palming the muscle. He turned his palms inward as he moved, sweeping his thumbs over the crease of her thigh where it met her hip. Chrissy inhaled sharply.

Eddie brought his hands to her knees and jerked them open. With her heart thundering in her chest, she watched as Eddie lowered his head to her glistened cunt and liked her from bottom to top. She gasped and arched back, her eyes sliding closed.

No one had ever touched her like that before. The few times she was with Jason, she’d be lucky if he used his fingers before he rutted into her. With Eddie, just his eyes on her brought heat to her core.

His tongue probed her entrance briefly before settling on her swollen clit. His lips settled around the pulsing nub and he sucked. Chrissy cried out as lightning shot down her spine and settled low in her belly. She arched up, her legs trembling. Eddie held her still, his hands locked around her thighs, keeping her open for him. She curled her toes against his back, the fabric of his jacket rough against the skin there. A new wave of heat sent her trembling at the knowledge that he was still fully clothed and she was naked.

The sounds Eddie was making were obscene as he ate her. She prayed that they were alone as his slurping made her shiver. She tangled her fingers in his hair as her legs began to shake. He had brought her quickly to the edge of her orgasm. She could feel her pussy fluttering as he sucked without abandon on her clit, his tongue occasionally lashing the stiff muscle.

She lifted her head, looked down at where they were connected to find his glowing eyes already on her. As soon as she met his gaze, he sucked harder and scraped his teeth over her clit. Chrissy shrieked as her legs locked up around his head and her pussy clenched down around nothing. She leveled back out on the counter as Eddie continued to lick between her thighs, her body jolting like she’d been electrocuted at each pass of her clit.

With a tender kiss placed against her pubic bone, Eddie stood up straight. Chrissy’s legs collapsed without his hold and she lay splayed on the counter before him. She could hear a deep rumble emitting from his chest and almost laughed. Even werewolves basked in male pride.

She heard clothes rustling and raised herself to her elbows. Eddie tossed his jacket onto the armchair behind him before reaching behind him and pulling his t-shirt over his head. Chrissy’s breath trembled when she got a full view of his chest for the first time.

He wasn’t chiseled in muscle like Jason was but he was lean. The muscles of his chest and stomach may not have been obvious but they were there. She could see them outlined beneath his skin. He had a smattering of chest hair between his pecs and a dark line of hair below his belly button that disappeared beneath his jeans. She could see a scar on his side from when he must’ve been bitten and turned. Additional scars were scattered across his chest and sides from whatever tussles he’d gotten into as a wolf. Two tattoos sat on the left side of his chest, one above the other. His guitar pick necklace glinted in the light of the kitchen.

The sight of him made her mouth water and her pussy clench.

His nostrils flared like he could smell her arousal. He probably could.

He stepped between her legs and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her to his chest and hoisting her off the counter. He took a few steps deeper into the trailer before he sank to his knees in the living room. She arched against him, pressing her breasts against his chest. He growled and trailed his lips across her jaw and down her neck. He licked a line from her collar bone to her ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth.

Chrissy groaned and reached a hand between them, palming his erection. He grunted against her neck and rocked into her palm. She squeezed and he hissed. He brought a hand up to her throat and settled it there. He didn’t squeeze. He just kept the weight of his hand on her neck.

She turned her head and nudged his up, looking at him. He was breathing deeply, his eyes still their unnatural gold. “I can’t be gentle,” He huffed again, his breath fanning across her face. His voice was wrecked. Deep and hoarse like he’d just finished a Corroded Coffin concert and smoked a cigarette after. She nudged his nose with hers and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Eddie rose up on his knees and pushed at her hip, urging her onto her stomach. She went willingly and rose up on her hands and knees. Eddie groaned behind her and she heard the clinking of his belt and the rustle of fabric before he settled his hands on her hips. She felt the tip of his cock nudge her weeping entrance and she shuddered.

He smoothed a hand up her back and cupped the nape of her neck, urging her down. She relaxed her elbows and widened her knees. Her ass was left high up in the air while her face and chest were pressed to the floor. Eddie groaned again and stroked the head of his cock up and down her pussy, wetting the end.

With little warning, Eddie shoved his hips forward and sank deep inside her. She cried out and dug her fingers into the carpet until her knuckles turned white. Eddie wasted no time as he thrust in and out of her, pounding his hips against the flesh of her ass.

She reached down and circled her clit with shaking fingers. Eddie moaned and tightened his grip on her hips, sure to leave bruises. Chrissy cried out when he suddenly jerked her up against his chest with a hand in her hair. He reached his other hand around to her front, slipping his fingers between her legs. She shuddered as he circled her clit with guitar calloused fingers. She brought a hand up to the back of his head, tangling her fingers in his hair. He groaned against her neck and the pressure of his fingers between her legs increased.

She shivered and her pussy fluttered around Eddie’s thrusting cock. She arched back against him and cried out, tears coming to her eyes as she trembled through her second orgasm. Eddie groaned and released her, settling her back on her belly. He thrust erratically a few more times before pulling out with a moan and spilling across the small of her back.

She laid there shivering with aftershocks as Eddie stroked the skin of her hips. She hummed when his fingers dipped into his come and stroked the fluid across her back, rubbing it in. She shuddered at the wave of arousal that followed his actions. He leaned down next and licked a path from the middle of her back to the nape of her neck before closing his mouth around the muscle there and applying pressure with his teeth. She gasped and arched back, pressing her ass against his semi-hard cock.

He pulled back and sat back on his heels, helping her roll to her back and sit up. He helped her stand and he tugged his jeans back over his hips, tucking his dick back in place and zipping the fly but leaving them unbuttoned and the belt hanging loose. She settled her arms around his waist and hugged him, burying her head in his chest. He smoothed his hands gently down her back before leading her down the hall to his bedroom.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie the banished #chrissy cunningham #eddie x chrissy #hellcheer #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #jonathan byers #robin buckley #buffy the vampire slayer au #werewolves #werewolf

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Los Feliz' art program was legendary, and Willie adored stacking his curriculum as full of art classes as he could. This semester, it was sculpting, and well, Willie was determined to go big or go home.

Another fun thing about his rich maybe-mob boss gay foster dad was that he was very supportive of Willie's art endeavours, which meant that the block of marble and all the tools just shows up overnight after Willie mentioned it offhandedly at dinner one night.

And maybe he had gotten a little carried away. But it turned out working with marble was amazing, and it just clicked. He spent hours upon hours in his studio in the west wing, and finally, his masterpiece was done. He was going to kick this class' ass. Hell, he was going to win a scholarship with this. He was a genius.

He was... so very, very gay, he realised about .3 seconds after he unveiled it to Caleb. The man had cocked his head, taking in the pretty, floppy hair, the strong jaw. Eyeing the lines of the beautifully sculpted muscles of the boy's arms, walking around and nodding appreciatively at the cute, perfect butt. Oh god why hadn't Willie gone for a tasteful fig leaf, why hadn't he thought about how much this said about him, oh god he couldn't turn this in for a grade.

"I like it," Caleb said. "We should put it in the garden."

And well, Willie couldn't exactly say no to Caleb, especially not because now he needed a new block of marble to sculpt so he could turn something in that didn't scream 'this is my every wet dream made reality, please stare directly into my psyche'.

So his unnamed statue was put into the garden, thankfully on the side of the house where Willie slept and not like, in full view of the living room or something. Caleb had taken at least a little pity on him. Or he was messing with him, because it was right outside the french doors of his bedroom.

So now he spent every evening staring out at his wet-dream-in-marble form, trying not to get distracted doing his homework. Trying not to think a little wistfully about what it would be like to have a boyfriend like that, with strong arms, who would hug him and smile at him and maybe even kiss him. Only this night, when he looked up in between algebra questions, the pedestal was empty.

His first thought was, a little unkindly 'what the fuck, Caleb, are you messing with me'. (The man was a magician, okay? What was Willie supposed to think?) It was not 'oh no my statue has been stolen' or 'oh shit it toppled over'. He got up to go outside, just in case it had toppled over, only to open the door see something moving out of the corner of his eye.

"ARGH what the fuck?" he flailed, making the most useless karate chop motion, because he was an art student, okay, he took dance as a his gym elective, not martial arts. There, next to his empty pedestal, staring at his reflection in the little bird-and-squirrel bath Willie had set up, was his statue.

Like, his living, moving, very much alive, very much naked statue. It- he- was staring at himself, amazed, before running a hand through his hair, seemingly shocked to find it, well, hair, blonde and floppy and exactly what Willie may or may not think about when he was alone in the shower, okay?

"What the everloving Pygmalion fuck is going on?" he whispered fiercely, because even for Caleb, this was going to far. Also, how in the fuck would he have found an actor who looked just like his statue?

Listen, he'd taken art history classes, okay? He knew about the myth of Pygmalion, how his sculpture was brought to life by Aphrodite. But he'd always found it creepy as fuck, and kind of misogynistic, and was this just karma come to bite him in the ass for that scathing essay he'd handed in?

"Oh, hi," sculpture boy said, finally noticing him. "Thanks for giving me such nice hair."

No, no, no this wasn't happening, this was a horror movie, any second now he was going to be strangled to death or it would steal his soul or eat his brains and what the fuck, what the fuck.

"And such a nice, you know," the guy said, waving his perfect, beautiful hand down to his perfect, beautiful...

“Nope,” Willie said. “Nope, this is not happening, this isn’t funny, nope, nope, nope.” And maybe he had been a little lonely, because being Caleb’s PR-prop meant he didn’t have many real friends, and maybe kids at school thought he was weird, and maybe he had wished, just a little, for someone to love him like he loved the idealized version of his statue, but not in a creepy way, just in a ‘I’m a human being and I deserve a boyfriend who likes me for me and not my foster dad’s money’ kind of way.

Aphrodite, you fickle bitch, you weren’t supposed to be real.

“Okay,” Willie said, and the statue echoed him. “Okay, okay, first of all we are getting you some clothes, dude, and then we are... I don’t know, hiding you until I can figure out what to do.”

“Okay,” statue guy said. “But can we also get some peanut butter cups? You kept eating those while you were working on me and they looked really good.”

Well, Willie thought slightly hysterically, at least it wasn’t brains.

Send me a pairing and an AU and I will write (at least) 3 paragraphs for it.

#julie and the phantoms #willex #fanfic #AUs are awesome #I wrote a thing #I hate the pygmalion myth SO MUCH #yes there were some echo and narcissus references in there as well it's all about that petrification baybeee #this got way too long but also just imagine all the shenanigans #Willie hiding Alex in Caleb's big old mansion #Alex just enjoying Human Things like peanut butter cups and warm fuzzy socks and making out with Willie #(but only after Willie made him sit through a powerpoint about consent and he completed a little quiz to show he understood)#the pygmalion au

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geminiwritten · 4 years ago

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heatwave ; bucky barnes

fandom: marvel

pairing: bucky x reader

summary: you’re not a huge fan of the hot weather until a certain super soldier finally gets his arse out of bed and gives you a reason to love it

notes: i wrote this over quite a few days so i’m really sorry if its disjointed, and i’m so sorry if its repetitive of my last piece! i’m still trying to get through a bit of writer’s block, so i hope y’all enjoy!

word count: 3359

The heat seemed to wash over you in waves. Pulses of warmth rolling through your body and stealing your breath. Every inch of your skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, drawing all the hydration from your body and draining any energy you might have possessed if it wasn’t for the heatwave currently sweeping through New York City.

“Ugh,” you groaned, your head lulling to the side where Natasha laid, “I think I’m dying.”

She let out a breathy laugh, “You’re not dying.”

“I might be.”

“Oh, come on you two,” Sam hollered from the pool a little way across the balcony, “have some fun for once in your lives!”

Natasha propped herself up on her elbows and squinted over the top of her sunglasses, “With you idiots? No thanks.”

“Why are you always such a killjoy, Romanoff?”

“Why are you always such a pain in the ass, Wilson?” you called back, mimicking Natasha on your elbows.

He scoffed, “That’s rich coming from the whiniest member of the team.”

Your frown deepened, this time out of anger and not because of the bright glare from the sun.

“Watch it, Wilson,” a voice called out from behind you, “or she’ll come over there and kick your ass.”

Both you and Natasha whipped around to find Bucky. He had probably only just woken, his mop of hair tied up into a loose bun with escaped tendrils sticking to the hot skin of his neck and forehead. This time, it wasn’t the heat that knocked the air from your lungs.

“Nice to see you’re alive, Buck,” Steve chuckled as he waded through the pool toward where Sam was leaning against the edge.

Bucky rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to say something smart but having his breath stolen as he stepped out of the shade and into the sun. “Holy shit,” he gasped, “it’s hot.”

“Sharp observation skills, Einstein,” Natasha quipped.

“At least Barnes will get in the pool unlike you two party poopers,” Sam said, before copping a volleyball to the back of the head thanks to Bruce’s poor aim.

He spun around quickly, ball in hand and ready to hurl it back at his attacker.

“Well then,” Bucky sighed, now standing beside you, “I guess it’s time for a swim.”

He looked down at you sprawled across your towel, one arm draped over your eyes to shield from the sun and the other resting on your bare stomach. You suddenly felt exposed, nervous under the gaze of his pale blue eyes.

“Want to join me?”

Your pulse thudded in your ears, and you wanted nothing more than to get in the water with him, but the sound of shouts and spraying water reminded you of the rest of the team.

“I’m sorry, Buck, I’ll have to pass,” you replied.

He pushed his bottom lip forward, “It’s your loss, doll, this heat is a killer.”

Your limbs turned to jelly at the sound of that pet name rolling off his tongue.

“Ugh,” Natasha scoffed beside you, “you two are sickening.”

You wanted to turn around and bite back at her, but what happened next had you paralysed. Every nerve in your body ignited, goosebumps rising across every inch of your skin in spite of the steamy weather. Bucky’s fingers curled under the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head to reveal his sculpted body beneath. His abs rolled and tensed as he rid himself of the material and discarded it on the ground, making your mouth water and your head spin with a thousand different unholy thoughts.

A shriek from the red headed woman beside you broke you out of your trance, and only then did you notice the spray of pool water that had washed over you and most of the balcony.

“You’re an arse, Barnes!” Natasha yelled, standing and angrily snatching up her towel.

You pushed your sunglasses further up your nose as you let your gaze settle on the giggling men in the pool. Bucky’s now wet, broad shoulders glistened under the sunlight, his alabaster skin taught across the landscape of muscle.

“Do you want some lunch or are you just going to keep staring like a creep?” Natasha asked as she stood over you.

Your gaze hardly wavered, “I’m not hungry.”

“Are you sure?” she pressed, her lips curling into a smirk, “because I think you’ve got a little bit of drool on your chin there.”

If Bucky wasn’t pulling himself out of the water right at the moment, you might have turned around to poke your tongue at her, but instead you opted for flipping her the bird while your eyes remained trained on the pool area.

The rest of the steamy day went by far too quickly. Despite your hate for the heat, you stayed out on the balcony until the sun began to set. Only when Bucky and Sam wrapped themselves in towels and declared that it was time for dinner did you finally put your book away, not that you had managed to read even a single page of it.

“Is it supposed to be this hot again tomorrow?” Sam asked as the three of you stepped inside.

“Yeah,” you replied, “and the day after.”

“I bet you’re happy about that,” he chuckled, watching disappointment sweep across your face as Bucky pulled his shirt over his head

“Shut up.”

He chuckled at your feeble attempt to jab his side, easily evading your attack.

“Alright, children,” Tony called from the kitchen, “dinner’s ready.”

Like moths to a flame, the rest of the team gathered around the kitchen bench where Natasha and Tony had laid out the pre-cut ingredients for everyone to make their own burgers.

“I’m going to have a shower before eating,” Bucky said, to no one in particular as he draped his damp towel over his forearm.

“Do you need any help?” Sam asked, his grin evil, “Because I’m sure Y/N would love-”

“Sam!” you snapped.

Thankfully, Bucky remained oblivious, his brows knit into an adorable frown.

“Never mind, Buck,” you said, “I’ll make sure they save you some food.”

His face broke into that familiar smile that melted your heart, “Thanks, doll.”

Once again, your legs wobbled like jelly and you had to steady yourself on the back of the lounge.

“Ugh,” Sam groaned, “I can’t wait until they day you two finally fu-”

“Language,” Steve interrupted with a disapproving glare at Sam.

You poked your tongue out before turning toward the array of burger ingredients, your empty stomach rumbling at the sight.

The next day rolled around just as the weather forecast had predicted. The air was thick with humidity and the sun blared down just as it had yesterday. Once again you found yourself on a towel beside the pool, half of the team splashing around while the other half laid languidly in the shade.

“Still not getting in today?” Steve asked as he approached the bar fridge near where you had placed your towel.

You shook your head, “I’d rather not get caught in the crossfire of an overly aggressive game of chicken.”

“I mean, you could play the game with us, maybe even get to climb onto Bucky’s shoulders.”

You whipped around, your glare lethal, “What the fuck, Rogers?”

He chuckled, “Sorry, Sam told me to.”

“You are the last person I would expect to stoop to his level,” you said, crossing your arms indignantly.

He shrugged, “Well, no one has told Buck, if that makes up for anything.”

“I’m guessing everyone else knows, though.”

He didn’t respond, only smiled sheepishly.

“Ugh,” you sighed.

“In my own defence, Natasha told me about your crush months ago and I haven’t let it slip once. It’s been-”

“Sam,” you interrupted him, “I know.”

He took a generous sip of water before crouching beside you, “For what it’s worth, I think you should tell him how you feel.”

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed.

Steve knew he couldn’t say anymore. He knew nothing he said would convince you to tell Bucky how you felt, and he knew he couldn’t betray his best friend’s trust by divulging the fact that Bucky really had confessed his feelings for you before. He decided to let you be, gathering three more bottles of water before heading back to the pool.

The day passed almost identically to the one before it, and so did the next. It wasn’t until two o’clock in the morning on the third night of the heatwave that you felt a sudden change. You awoke abruptly, a shiver running down your spine as cool air blew through the open window and brushed across your bare skin. You frowned at the night sky before tiredly pulling your duvet up to your chin and falling back asleep.

By morning, the heat was well and truly gone. Clouds blanketed New York City, threatening to rain as they rolled angrily across the grey sky.

“I guess it’s back to work today, Avengers,” Tony said from behind his tablet.

Almost everyone was awake, crowded around the kitchen bench awaiting Clint’s famous French toast.

“What work?” Peter asked.

“Homework for you, kid,” Steve replied, earning an indignant frown from Peter.

You couldn’t help but giggle into your mug of coffee, before almost spraying it back out at the sight that then exited the elevator.

Bucky. Shirtless. Again.

You began to wonder what you had done to be so lucky, your heart thrumming against your rib cage so hard you worried that someone might hear it.

“Oh, my, Barnes,” Tony gasped, “you know it’s still in the A.M., right?”

Bucky simply rolled his tired eyes before slumping onto the lounge, mumbling, “Hungry.”

It wasn’t long before Clint served breakfast, everyone scoffing their food as if they hadn’t eaten in days, and soon after that, Peter dismissed himself for school and Tony and Bruce made their way to the lab.

“I think I need to get back into the gym today,” Clint sighed, stretching his arms above his head.

You sighed, “Same.”

“Bucky and I were planning on heading down there in the afternoon actually, we could do a group training session,” Steve said as he filled the sink, ready to wash everyone’s dishes.

“I’m in,” Natasha replied, “I was going to head into town for some groceries this morning, so the afternoon is better for me.”

“Yeah, alright,” Clint added, “Count me in.”

“Me too,” Sam said through his last mouthful of toast, “and obviously Y/N will be there too.”

You turned to him quickly, a frown already etched between your brows, “What the hell does that mean?”

He chuckled, “Steve said that he and Bucky were planning it, so obviously you-”

You elbowed him sharply in the gut before standing from your seat at the dining table and stomping over to the kitchen.

Natasha sighed, “You better be careful, Wilson, you’re playing with fire.”

“But it’s so obvious that they both like each other, why can’t they just fuck already.”

Steve’s ears turned red and Natasha laughed, but neither of them seemed to notice as Bucky finally made his way over from the living area.

“Who needs to fuck already?” he asked, brows knit.

“No one,” Steve answered quickly, “Tony wants help moving a new delivery, I said we’d help him out. Come on.”

He ushered the confused Bucky out of the room, but not before shooting daggers at Sam.

After breakfast you decided to go with Natasha into town. The compound was running low on a few things that Tony always forgot to add to the weekly grocery delivery, so you took your time shopping and chatting. It was nice to simply enjoy the feeling of not having sweat drip from every inch of your skin, though you couldn’t help mourning the sticky weather that would encourage Bucky to constantly walk around shirtless.

It was almost four o’clock when you finally changed into your workout gear and headed for the gym. Most of the team were already in there, and those that weren’t had kindly declined the offer of a group training session.

Steve, Sam, Tony, and Bucky were gathered around the sparring mats each taking turns at attacking the training dummy, while Clint was over by the weights alone. You quickly found Wanda and Natasha on the treadmills and decided to start there.

“Afternoon,” Wanda greeted you, her smile sweet as she swiped the sweat from her brow.

You grinned back, “Fancy seeing you out of your room.”

“I don’t do heat,” she said, “but Nat has just been telling me about how much you’ve been enjoying it.”

You tossed your gym towel at her, gasping, “Oh, shut up!”

The two red heads giggled, thankfully too amused to notice the way your eyes drifted across the gym to where Bucky was training.

After almost an hour on the treadmill, chatting idly about nothing in particular with Nat and Wanda, Steve called the team to attention. Everyone moved in from around the gym, forming a misshapen circle around the sparring mats that he and Clint had just hauled from the storage room.

“It’s a bit stuffy in here,” Sam said as he plopped down on the floor and began stretching his legs out in front of him, “is the air on, Tony?”

Tony, who was chugging half a bottle of water, simply shrugged and waved haphazardly at the control panel by the main entry doors.

“I’ll check it,” you offered before turning on your heel.

You tapped the screen and it came to life, but the display wasn’t the same as the one in your room. It had more options and dials for more variables than just the temperature, but on the top right of the screen was a little green button that you assumed meant it was on. You chose the dial that looked like it controlled the fan speed and turned it all the way up.

“All good, Y/N?” Steve called.

You nodded before hurrying back to the group, bending your right leg up to your buttocks in a quick stretch. Steve and Nat then took their positions in the middle of the circle and began demonstrating the fight sequences that they wanted the team to practice.

“Now partner up, pick a mat, and practice until you can do it as fast as you can,” Steve said, before looking directly at Sam, “without hurting each other.”

Sam sighed with exasperation as he turned to his partner, Bucky. You turned to Wanda while Nat joined Clint on a mat and Tony stepped up to where Steve was. Each pair started slowly mimicking the moves that had just been demonstrated.

“It is hot in here,” Wanda said, her breath heavy as she ducked your fist.

You simply nodded, too focused on your movements to be able to speak.

Grunts, huffs, and the thud of heavy feet on the vinyl mats echoed throughout the gym for fifteen minutes before Steve called a break. You practically dove for your water bottle, only to choke on the first mouthful of water when Bucky yanked his sweat-soaked shirt over his head. Wanda caught your eye, giggling as you spluttered.

“I thought the heatwave was over,” Clint said.

Tony nodded, “It is, I think the air-con is playing up.”

“It’s broken?” Wanda gasped.

He shrugged, opening his mouth to respond but stopping when Steve spoke first, “Alright, enough chatting, let’s get back into it.”

Over the next thirty minutes, Wanda’s fist made contact with your shoulder, your abdomen, and almost your jaw if she hadn’t quickly noticed that you were too distracted to block her swing. Her foot then collided with your hip twice before she finally gave in on trying to get your attention.

Your eyes were glossed over and glued to the super soldier duelling Sam. His exposed skin glistened with sweat, muscles rippling under taught, alabaster skin. His stare was hard, eyes almost grey as they narrowed on every move that Sam made. Your palms began to sweat, knees wobbling as you watched his tongue swipe quickly across his pink lips.

“Y/N!” Wanda snapped, her fingers gripping your chin and forcing you to face her, “focus.”

“Shit, sorry,” you muttered.

You raised your shaky hands, trying to block out the shirtless man still in your peripheral vision.

By the time Steve called the training session to an end, the air was almost as dense as the storm clouds outside. Everyone was soaked in their own sweat, hair clinging to sticky skin and muscles beneath burning from use.

“I swear to God, Tony,” Wanda said as she draped her towel over her shoulder, “if the air-con is broken, I’m not going to let you sleep until it’s fixed.”

He chuckled, fingers already moving swiftly across the tablet in his lap, “It’s not broken.”

“Then what the fuck is this?” Sam exclaimed, arms gesturing wildly toward the gym’s huge windows that were completely veiled in condensation.

Tony nodded toward you, “Y/N turned the temperature up instead of down.”

Heat blossomed in your chest, crawling up your neck and to the tips of your ears. Every pair of eyes landed on you, a mixture of irritation and amusement etched across the faces of your teammates.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “I got confused.”

Most of the group simply chuckled or shrugged, collecting their things and heading for the door, but Sam took his time. The devilish smirk adorning his lips made your pulse begin to race.

“Far out, Y/N,” he said, “you didn’t have to torture all of us just to get Barnes to take his clothes off.”

Your eyes went wide, brows shooting up toward your hairline as every coherent thought left your head. Your heart pounded deafeningly in your ears.

The team was suddenly silent, those closest to the door hurrying out and the rest quickly rushing after them. Wanda stuck her elbow into Sam’s side before dragging him out by his shirt collar.

Bucky remained, paralysed feet still glued to the ground as he quickly tried to catch up on what had just happened.

“Sam was just joking,” you finally managed to speak, “he’s an arse.”

Bucky blinked slowly, “Yeah… such an arse.”

You nodded, mouth dry as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat, “Okay, well, I’ve got to-”

“He is an arse,” Bucky interrupted you, blue eyes wide with curiosity, “but he doesn’t usually lie.”

You didn’t know what to say, your nervous fingers tangling behind your back. His stare was heavy, pressing down on your shoulders and holding you still as he slowly stepped closer.

“Do you like me?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course I like you, Buck, you’re-”

“No,” one last step and his breath fanned the exposed skin of your neck, “do you-”

This time, it was your turn to interrupt. Every bit of pent-up tension and suppressed desire propelled you toward him, coming up onto the balls of your feet and wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. Your lips crashed into his, so hard you might have worried about bruising them if the thought of a mark left by Bucky wasn’t so thrilling.

He hesitated only for a moment before his hands found your waist, practically lifting you off the ground and squashing your body against his. Your fingers tangled in his hair as his tongue glided across your bottom lip, begging for entry. A low, almost feral growl rumbled up from his chest once you allowed him in, tongues clashing.

You only parted when breath became absolutely necessary, your lungs burning for air. He let you back onto your own feet, though his strong arms stayed wound around your waist.

“Um, yeah,” you said between gulps of air, “I really like you, Buck.”

He chuckled, “Well, that’s a relief because I really like you too.”

He pressed his lips to yours once more before pulling away completely and wrapping his gym towel around his shoulders.

“I need a shower,” he said, taking your hand in his and tugging you toward the door, “and it’s your turn to take your clothes off now.”

END.

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liptonsbabe · 3 years ago

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The light is coming [B.W]

Bill Weasley x Lexington! reader

Summary: The reader wants to leave Beauxbatons attending to her sister’s pleadings to join the Order of the Phoenix. Byron Murphy wants to leave with her and the rumors about the two of them having a romance follows them to England

Word count: 2.4K

Warnings: none(?

A/N: Chapter 2 of this new story. I hope you like it! Bla bla bla english not my mother language bla bla, let me know if i screwed something up. Enjoy!

Chapter2: Beauxbatons

You received your sister's desperate letters all the way to your own room at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Your brow couldn't help but twitch at the sight of the dozens of letters crowding your window sill after you had finished teaching your classes for the day.

You let the Tonks family owl get in before it fell from the tenth floor of the castle of how gnarled its wings were. France had turned into a huge fridge in the last few days, so you were surprised that the little grayish owl could carry so many letters tied to its legs in the middle of a blizzard.

The owl let out a whimpering sound as you took it in your arms and, removing the tethers, laid it on your bed near the fire in the fireplace; you scooped some food onto a napkin and walked to your desk to read the correspondence.

Although you were familiar with your older sister's great euphoria when sending letters, you recognized that this time they were not just letters asking you to tell her how things were on the other side of the pond or demanding to know the latest gossip about your love life. No, the letters that your sister Nymphadora had sent you were totally serious, mature and direct; in each and every one of them she asked you for help on her behalf and on behalf of Albus Dumbledore.

Nymphadora asked you to return home even though she knew the reasons why you had decided to leave for France. She demanded your help to put an end to an evil that was plaguing the community and was forcing you to be part of an organization that Dora described as 'The Order of the Phoenix' created and spread by the Hogwarts’ headmaster.

You knew Albus Dumbledore very well, you remembered the man who had visited you at the Tonks' house on your eleventh birthday asking you to join the school he ran. No matter how much he begged you, you never agreed to what he asked, not cause you didn't want to, but because you and your adopted family would be better if you went away from there.

Andromeda Tonks was the mother of a little two-year-old girl when someone knocked on her door in the midst of a blast of icy rain. Opening the door she found to her surprise that a small basket was in front of her feet, soaking wet and holding a rain-soaked baby girl who was crying inconsolably.

"Ted! Come look at this, Ted!" She cried out as she carried the wet baby in her arms who snuggled into her arms as soon as she felt the woman's warmth “For Merlin's sake, Ted!

Her husband ran to the doorway as he carried little Nymphadora, who was hugging a stuffed hippogriff. The man stopped in front of his wife, staring in amazement at the gift that had been left in front of their house.

"It's a baby, Ted! Someone has left their baby here and in the middle of a storm!"

"There's got to be a note" Reasoned her husband, shaking with fright "If there isn't, maybe... maybe she was left here by mistake and we'll have to look for her parents.I s there a note? What does it say?"

The note Ted Tonks was referring to was nothing more than a piece of parchment worn and almost undone by the water in the basket. Andromeda held it up to the light to decipher the message, but all she could read was: "HER NAME IS (Y/N)". The message was accompanied only by a golden locket that had the image of a clay pot with hands that molded it; on the back were the initials '(Y/N) and an S at the end. Andromeda didn’t understand why.

Even with all that, they decided that they would keep little (Y/N) Lexington -that was the word that was engraved on the basket, with which Andromeda concluded that that must be your last name- at least until your real parents came back claiming that everything had been a big mistake. Years passed and no one went in search of you.

You caressed the necklace slowly, remembering the story your mother Andromeda told you, always telling you that, even though you were not her biological daughter, she loved you as much as if you were, and that Dora loved you as if you were her sister. So, you felt the need to help her in everything your sister asked you.

Your powers were strange, no one knew what they were due to, but the Tonks family never wondered even when they appeared out of nowhere, at five years of age and after having seriously injured Nymphadora. You decided it was best to leave for France and learn to use your powers away from your family.

Now you didn't know if Madame Maxime would let you go back home, after all, you had thought of quitting being a teacher to devote yourself fully to be an auror because for that you had studied day and night until exhaustion, however your intentions had been an enigma for Madame Maxime, who flatly refused to let you abandon your classes of defense against the dark arts. But, if Dora needed you, you had to be there, because there was nothing you wouldn't do for your sister.

Folding each of the letters, you approached your bed and with your wand made all your clothes fly out of the closet until they dropped into the open suitcase that rested under your chest of drawers. You deftly closed the latch and made it become the size of a coin, loading it into your front pocket. You opened the door and ran down the stairs.

You greeted every student you came across and even talked to each of them on your way to the principal's office. You started running, thinking that you had to be that very day at the address Dora had attached to you in the last letter she sent. You fixed your hair before you reached the office and knocked three times on the door. A light voice gave you the pass on the other side and you rushed in.

“Excusez moi madame” you said as you saw the headmistress sitting in front of her desk. On the other side sat a man you recognized as Byron Murphy, a senior auror who worked as an assistant teacher of defense against the dark arts. You frowned after Byron smiled at you" I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I need to talk to you about something important.

"What is it, Professor?"

"I... well" You cleared your throat, looking down at your shoes "You see, my sister has written to me from England as a matter of urgency and she asked me to return home immediately”

"C'est du jamais vu!"Shouted the woman, kicking her desk. Byron jumped in his place "This must be a joke. Just today my two defense professors wish to resign, is this some kind of loving decision?”

Your cheeks soon turned into two shiny fresh tomatoes from the embarrassment. Byron looked at you with a raised eyebrow and held out his hand for you to take, wanting to play along with what the headmistress had just said. You shook it off, because you were not indifferent to the gossip going around the school about the two of you.

Byron Murphy would take any opportunity to be near you, and you even thought it was all a plan of the auror when Madame Maxime appointed him as assistant for defense against the dark arts; you soon learned that the class itself was very heavy and that even though you refused to accept Byron's help, you had no choice but to lean on him when things didn't turn out as arranged. Even with all that, the girls came up with that both of you were in a romantic relationship. There was the day you overheard your fourth graders whispering about how they had discovered that you and Professor Byron Murphy were getting married next winter. You punished them with extra homework.

"No, god, it's nothing like that."

"Then what is it?"

"My sister needs me, ma’am. There's.... there's a matter in England that I must help her settle."

"What kind of matter?"

"Uh, well" You knew that the next thing you would say would seriously upset the headmistress, but you had no choice but to be honest and get out of there as soon as possible “She doesn't mention much about the situation, but in every letter she has sent me Albus Dumbledore's name comes up”

There was a long silence that was cut short when the huge headmistress stood up and the chair she was sitting in fell backwards causing a frightening clatter. You took a couple of steps back and tried to keep your hands as close to your wand as possible. Byron got up as well, walked over to you and stood next to you, holding your hand in case the situation got out of hand.

“Albus Dumbledore! That unfortunate little man! I've had enough of him since last year!”

“Are you referring to the Triwizard Tournament?” Byron asked

“Of course that's what I mean! That damned Tournament where Hogwarts had two winners, unfairly of course, but nothing could be done cause the laws of the damned Goblet were clear, weren't they? They didn't accept appeals. And then... what happened to that Diggory boy... what they said about the return of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.... Albus Dumbledore is a liar!” You closed your eyes as a drop of spittle landed on your cheek. Byron shook his head

“You don't believe in the Dark Lord's return?”

“Of course not!” You both knew that the headmistress was really annoyed as her French accent became even more pronounced. You looked at Byron for a second before looking back at the angry woman “I've read about it in the newspaper, in The Daily Prophet, as they call it, Igor Karkarov has kept me informed of the matter.

“Do you still have contact with that man?”

“Sure do i! He and I have been friends for years and he has been affected by the thing as well. The poor man has had to hide in a hut on the outskirts of Bulgaria from where he has been able to get hold of influences who send him copies of the newspaper every month. Otherwise we would both be in the dark. So i’m very sorry for what i’m about to tell you, Professor Lexington, but I will not accept any kind of resignation on your part.

“Madame, if you'll just let me....”

“Much less when you plan to join Dumbledore's madness. I'm sorry, but you'd better get back to your classes”

The thing was, that the issue was about more than just Dumbledore, it was about protecting your family, your friends and in the worst case scenario, the entire magical community. You may not have been present at Hogwarts a year ago, but you firmly believed what Dora had told you about Cedric Diggory's murder; there was no reason not to believe in the Dark Lord's return, cause even those who were Death Eaters had been disappearing overnight. And you firmly believed in your sister's word, she, being an auror, was aware of the severity of the situation and that's why she was strongly asking you to go back home and help her in any way you could.

No, you couldn't stay at Beauxbatons for a second longer.

"It is a pity that you don’t accept my motives, Madame, but I have already made up my mind. I have packed my bags and will leave immediately with or without your approval" The woman was about to retort, however, you stopped her "I believe in my sister's word and of course I believe in Lord Voldemort's return.

"Don't say his name!" Madame Maxime shrieked, covering her ears. Byron shuddered

"Cedric Diggory shouldn’t have died and we mustn’t stand idly by; there are people out there fighting and dying at the hands of dark magic, spreading fear and starting an internal war that we may never be able to get out of. Desolé, madame, but I cannot stay out of this. I have learned much here, and even managed to control my powers, despite that, i’m loyal to my family and, therefore, i’m loyal to Albus Dumbledore.

You turned around, ready to leave when the giant's powerful voice stopped you.

"Professor Lexington, are you aware that if you leave the school you will never return?"

You looked at her over your shoulder

"Believe me, Madame, if you refuse to believe in the return of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and try to make others believe it is so, then I have no desire to return."

Leaving the office, you ran down the stairs trying to get to the front door. After all, from France to London wasn't too long a walk, you could just disappear and show up at the place Dora had marked for you. You would if you had the slightest idea where that place was.

A few hurried footsteps followed you, stopping you in front of the main door.

It was Byron, who was carrying a small suitcase on his back.

“Hey, you don't have to run away from me, honey”

“Leave me alone, Byron”

“Well, okay, listen” He grabbed you by the cheeks as you tried to leave the castle. Your eyes met his, noticing how a smile began to form on his lips “What you said to Olympe was wonderful, it really was. And you of all people know that I also believe in the return of you-know-who”

“Do you?”

“Yes. I was about to tell Madame Maxime my reasons to resigning when you arrived”

“What are those reasons?”

Byron smiled sideways, stroking your cheeks.

“I want to fight against Lord Voldemort”

“What”

“Just as you hear, dear. After all, that's our job as Aurors, isn't it? I can't stay in this castle and pretend to be a teacher when they may need me out there. I've heard about the Order of the Phoenix, about Albus Dumbledore, his name is going around the world. So i want to be a part of it too”

“Byron...”

“Just... let me come with you, okay? You'll need all the help you can get”

Byron being an auror of a higher rank made everything easier, because then you would have extra help against the Dark Lord; however, you weren't prepared to be around him any longer than necessary. Byron stroked your cheek and, smiling, he opened the door for you. You sighed, taking his hand to disappear from there together.

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 4 years ago

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A Miraculous TikTok Account

Part 13

First

Chloe sat on the bridge overlooking the river, her feet swinging absently as she watched bubbles streaming to the surface.

She’d love to help.

No, really. On top of just being bored out of her mind, she could also rub it in the other miraculous holders’ faces. That would be fun.

But, alas, things never worked out for her. Master Fu hadn’t whipped up a new batch of powerups quite yet, and even if he had she doubted that he would have given it to her of all people.

(Well, in all technicality they could go underwater and not die. The suits gave them some protection. But have you ever tried punching someone underwater? It’s quite the disadvantage.)

So, she settled for eating some ice cream and watching.

It was kind of fun, if she was being honest. She watched with bated breath, waiting for the occasional moments where Carapace would be thrown out of the water and hit a wall so hard it collapsed on him. He noticed her the third time this happened and now made a point to throw chunks of building at her every time.

Someone was in a bad mood. Who knows why. Couldn’t have anything to do with her, surely.

After about twenty minutes of fighting the buildings started mending themselves and she smiled as her ice cream reappeared in her hand.

Carapace jumped out of the water, a young woman in his arms. Once they were safely on land he detached her from the oxygen tank hidden in the shell on his back. If some of the water on her face wasn’t from the river, neither of them were going to say anything about it.

He walked over. Chloe thought he was just giving her some space to cry (the person looked foreign, if their confused frown was anything to go by), but then she saw the annoyance in the slight set of his jaw and she groaned mentally. Great. She was going to get chewed out again.

“Thanks so much for your help, Chloe --”

“Queenie or Queen Bee when we’re on the job, remember?”

He raised his eyebrows before shrugging and continuing on like he hadn’t heard her: “-- were you here to just watch and laugh?”

She scoffed. “No, that was just a fun little bonus.” She handed him the newly reformed ice cream. “I came here to take the akuma home. Didn’t know she was foreign, though.”

That made him pause, his previously annoyed expression quickly changing to a more confused one. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah?”

“You wanted to help me? You?”

“... yeah?” Said Chloe, crossing her arms over her chest. He was clearly looking for some sort of ulterior motive in her eyes, and she figured she’d give him one because she didn’t know how long she could stand to have him look stunned about her doing something mildly nice. “I feel like I owe everyone one for getting us all into this mess.”

He didn’t seem fully convinced (was he really that surprised that she was a decent person? She was a hero! It was her job!), but he let the subject go.

“Thanks, Queenie.”

She smiled a little. “Your ice cream is melting.”

“Damn it --!”

She snickered and walked over to the foreigner, who was just now coming out of their shock.

“Hey!”

The foreigner stared at her for a few minutes before whispering a: “What happened?”

“Um...”

What was the official spiel? Dang. She wracked her brain, trying to remember anything from the many hour long session where Master Fu had drilled it into all of them. Maybe she shouldn’t have slept through it.

“You got turned into a monster by an evil butterfly because we have a magical super terrorist.”

The lady stared at her for a few seconds before laughing and shaking her head. “Okay, what actually happened?”

Chloe gave her a shrug. “I don’t know. You fell in the water and my friend got you out.”

She jerked her head towards Carapace, who was casually eating the ice cream on a nearby bench and not going to class like she’d expected but whatever.

The foreigner nodded. “Yeah, I am a bit clumsy. Why’re you dressed like that?”

Chloe looked down at herself and hesitated. Usually her dad wanted them to say that they were filming a movie so they would still get tourists, but Nadja Chamack wasn’t there to make it sound realistic (no one wants to watch still water on the news for 10+ minutes), so…

“My friend and I cosplay.”

“Oh! Cool!” Said the foreigner. “Thanks for helping me! Hope your outfit didn’t get too damaged!”

After Carapace assured her that it was fine, she relaxed. They gave her directions to her hotel and watched her leave.

He cracked a grin once he was sure the foreigner was gone. “Maybe there’s something in the Paris air that makes people stupid. I still can’t believe anyone actually falls for that.”

“The alternative is believing there's a guy who’s going around with evil butterflies. I’d believe anything over that.”

“America has superheroes and stuff, too, y’know.”

“Yeah, but the heroes are adults and the villains actually show up.”

He sighed. “Lucky them.”

Chloe couldn’t help but agree.

He polished off his ice cream. When asked, she turned away so he could detransform and put his mask on. She didn’t know why he bothered detransforming when he was still wearing a green hoodie as a civilian. What was the point? Did he really want the sleeves back that badly?

Whatever. She detransformed as well.

“Ready to head home?”

“For someone who was so annoyed about leaving class, you don’t seem all that eager to go back to it,” said Chloe, crossing her arms over her chest as they started on their way.

He raised an eyebrow at her, unimpressed. “The excuse I used isn’t one that would let me go back. Or, at least, if I did everyone in class would think I was a terrible friend.”

She nodded her understanding.

“Thanks for trying, though.”

She chanced a look back and scoffed a little at the soft smile on his face. “Don’t expect anything like that again. I just owed you.”

The look melted into a cheeky grin. “Well, actually, you didn’t actually do anything to help, so don’t you still owe me?”

“... no? I gave you ice cream. Debt gone. That's how it works.”

“Okay, but it was previously eaten ice cream.”

“Like you can tell the difference.”

He rested a hand over his heart. “I happen to have a very refined palette, thank you very much.”

“I’ve seen you eat pickles with peanut butter.”

“You’ve dipped a burger in honey!”

“I have an excuse,” she reminded him. “What’s yours?”

He was silent for a moment. There was no excuse for pickles and peanut butter.

“... you still owe me.”

“No, I don’t!”

Would you believe me if I said that they continued debating this the entire twenty minute walk home?

And maybe even a little bit afterwards?

Chloe glanced out the window. It was nearing October, and…

“Hey, guys, we need to use these vegetables before they go out of season.”

Chat looked up from where he was watching a cartoon. Rena stopped doing pushups.

(Ladybug was on patrol and Carapace was doing homework in his room. Unfortunate, because now both of the people assigned the role of ‘group impulse control’ were absent.)

“What even uses a lot of vegetables?” Rena said.

“Salad,” said Chat with a knowing nod.

“Ew,” said Chloe, shaking her head. She stared at everything they had, a tiny frown playing on her lips, then snapped her fingers. “Salsa uses vegetables, right? Let’s just make a bunch of that.”

There were a lot of vegetables, but hey! More for them.

Rena went back to doing pushups. “Sure. Just make sure it isn’t white people stuff. Try asking for the recipe in Spanish.”

“Smart. Chat, can you look it up? I have dirt on my hands.”

Chat groaned as if she were asking him to do some great task and then stretched for his phone on the coffee table. He refused to leave the couch, so he ended up with his feet hooked over the arm of the couch for support as he stretched himself to the phone. He broke into a wide grin when he finally managed to grab it and then pulled himself back onto the couch.

It was probably more effort than just getting up a bit to grab it then sitting back down, but whatever.

He started typing, then he paused. “You guys know the Spanish word for salsa?”

Silence stretched between them as the two women looked at each other, trying to gauge whether or not he’d actually just asked that. Chat was steadily sinking into the couch as if hoping it would swallow him whole.

“The… the spanish word for salsa?” Repeated Rena.

“It -- I -- shut up!” He said. “Do you want salsa or not?”

Chloe snickered. “Sure. Can I see the recipe?”

He showed it to her and she squinted for a minute at all the words. Were some of them similar to French words? Yes. Was she completely sure about anything? Not at all.

She briefly considered asking Chat to translate everything for her, but she couldn’t. Not after she’d laughed at him for temporarily forgetting that salsa is salsa. He’d at least known the word for ‘recipe’ in Spanish, he had that over her.

Whatever. She’d guess. She’d had salsa before, surely that was enough to figure it out.

She started picking vegetables and after making sure to wash them off properly, they were set to start cooking.

Rena raised her eyebrows at the sink full of vegetables, opened her mouth to say something, snapped it shut. Her lips curved into a fox-like grin.

“What is it? I don’t like that smile,” said Chloe. She could feel that Rena was getting mischievous, she just couldn’t figure out why.

“Ah, don’t worry,” said Rena, waving her off as she pulled on an apron.

This worried Chloe more, but whatever.

“We don’t have a food processor or a blender, what do we do?” Said Chat, his eyes scanning the recipe.

“Just cut them real thin. It’ll be fine,” said Chloe with a vague wave of her hand.

She had a lot of confidence for someone who had never been in a kitchen in her life.

… It went great. Obviously.

The resident rich kids actually had been trying to be helpful, which kind of makes their failures worse in a way.

Chloe had been cutting tomatoes with the dull end of the knife for ten minutes before Rena had thought to look over and turn it around.

Chat had thought that it would be a good idea to chop jalapenos before onions and had rubbed jalapeno juice in his eye while trying to stop crying, which had not helped.

While Chat was attempting to get that out of his eyes without actually touching them, Chloe had taken up cutting onions. It was harder than she’d thought it’d be. The onion kept falling apart no matter how hard she tried to hold it together.

Chat had come back, eyes irritated and red, and started trying to cut tomatoes. This would have been fine if he could actually see the seeds enough to get them out.

… it was at this point that Rena had made them go sit down so she could just cook without a disaster happening every few seconds. She may have liked mayhem, but she actually wanted to eat some of the food they were working so hard for, so it was in her best interest to get them to just sit down at the kitchen table and watch.

A good while later Rena walked over. “I finished. Want to see?” She asked, her voice a little wobbly, as if she was on the verge of laughter.

Chloe squinted suspiciously at her before looking at the counter.

Ah. So that was what Rena’s mischievous smile had meant earlier.

They might have made about seven mixing bowls full of salsa (actually, it was more pico de gallo if you consider consistency, but that’s neither here nor there).

Chat groaned quietly. “Well, I hope Ladybug and Carapace really like salsa.”

“We don’t.”

The three problem children looked up to see Ladybug and Carapace leaning in the doorframe. Ladybug looked like she was fighting back her amusement, Carapace just looked tired.

Ladybug managed to pull herself back to her normal formalness as she crossed her arms over her chest. “According to the internet, salsa goes bad in about a week. I do expect that you won’t waste any.”

“Please help,” said a slightly distressed Rena. Their diets were SCREWED.

“Nope. This was your mistake,” said Carapace.

Oh, so NOW he has a backbone?

Ladybug gave Rena a cold look. “You should have told them.”

“... it was my miraculous’s fault.”

“Unfortunate,” said Carapace, unamused. He looked at the bowls on the counter and shook his head with a sigh. “Guess I need to go buy some tortilla chips for everyone.”

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ootori-sibs · 3 years ago

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Kyoya's second shot

Episode nineteen: Kyoya's sense of self!

Tw: assault, self harm, self hate

“Thanks for waiting for me, Kyoya.” Tamaki looked so tired, toying with his own hair nervously. He kept glancing down the hallway, clearly upset at having been yelled at. Kyoya couldn’t blame him, he hated being yelled at as well. Unfortunately Kyoya couldn’t comfort him as he wasn’t supposed to be aware, so he gave a soft half-smile and stepped forward.

“How did it go? Who was it?”

At that, Tamaki promptly burst into tears, clinging to Kyoya tightly, “she kissed me! She kissed me and then Haruhi yelled at me and- and…” he just started to wail at that point, clinging to Kyoya even tighter. Kyoya hated emotions and he had absolutely no idea how to deal with this, especially when the other hosts came out to see what all the noise was about.

“It’s alright, maybe she’s not really angry at you?” Kyoya remembered that when he was tiny and people still cared about him, how his older siblings would just pick him up whenever he was upset, not much else, just lift him up. Sadly, Kyoya wasn’t strong enough to pick Tamaki up, he was struggling to even hold him up as Tamaki cried.

The hosts helped Tamaki into the room, the twins asked what happened but Kyoya ignored them, cradling Tamaki to the best of his ability. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Tamaki…” to anyone hearing, he was whispering condolences to his friend, but for Kyoya, the statement was so much more. Kyoya felt incredibly guilty, that's why plan b had been a last resort, Kyoya hadn’t wanted to hurt Tamaki this much. He’d made Tamaki cry and he felt absolutely horrid and filthy about it.

After a while, Haruhi returned to the club room, looking furious. She sat down, clearly seething. The hosts swarmed her, asking what had happened, why was Tamaki crying? Haruhi told them that Sieka had kissed Tamaki, and that she had told Haruhi that he’d willingly gone to meet her. Tamaki couldn’t deny this, but honestly he wasn’t even trying, he was too busy crying. The hosts were clearly torn on who’s side to take, as Haruhi had clearly been wronged but Tamaki had clearly also been wronged, and he was the one crying about it.

“The letter wasn’t signed, he only went because he wanted to know who it was and why they’d write that kind of letter when the entire school is fully aware that he’s with you.” Kyoya glared daggers at her, knowing that it was a risky move, but he genuinely didn't care at this point, how dare she yell at Tamaki, "you're being selfish to think you were the only one hurt by that happening, look at him. Take a good look at that man and tell me you're angry at him, go ahead, we all know you don't love him so you have no right to scream at him for being assaulted!"

He'd stood up at that point, towering over Haruhi, who looked shocked and even guilty. The other hosts were shocked, but there were murmurs of agreement, then Honey spoke up, "Kyo-chan has a point… it really wasn't Tama-chan's fault."

Haruhi sighed, and took a step backwards, hand over her face, "god… I know, I know, I'm sor-"

"If you knew, then why would you scream at him?" Kyoya crossed his arms, moving his head slightly so the light stopped hiding his eyes and the other hosts could see the tears in his own eyes, "I'm getting to the end of my tether with you, Haruhi, if you hurt my friend again I swear-"

"Kyo-chan, calm down."

Kyoya tensed up, glancing back at him, then to Tamaki, the tears freeing themselves and spilling down his cheeks. He huffed and stormed out of the room, not wanting the others to see him cry. Once again his own guilt consumed him, he wondered if he was even allowed to feel guilty, wasn't he too evil for that at this point? He just went to sit in the library, cursing himself for leaving his laptop in the clubroom. He took out his notebook and a pen, entering a quick entry.

12:30 -I snapped at Haruhi, she’s angry at Tamaki, tamaki hasn’t done anything wrong. Sieka kissed him, it wasn’t like he wanted it. Although I suppose she’s supposed to get angry.

Kyoya wasn’t a fan of sketching with pen, but he didn’t have any pencils on hand. So he really had no choice, he didn’t even know what he was drawing, all he knew was that there were no construction lines in said drawing. It seemed to be a figure, surrounded by others, all eyes on the centre, a devil, an evil entity with no care for the pain behind him. Was this how Kyoya saw himself? Or was this just a thoughtless doodle? Even Kyoya didn't know.

Back in class, Tamaki quietly informed Kyoya that Haruhi wouldn't be joining them for the sleepover, or any of the after-session meetings for the week. Kyoya was fine with this, but expressed guilt for having snapped at her the way he did, glancing away from Tamaki as he did so. Tamaki seemed upset by this, putting a gentle hand on Kyoya's shoulder, "Kyoya… it's ok, I understand you're angry at her, you have every right to be. In fact, I'm happy that you're looking out for me, I don't know what I'd do without you."

He couldn't get those words out of his mind, what would Tamaki do without him… oh that was wonderful, to think Tamaki needed him, to think Tamaki appreciated him… it made Kyoya's heart swell. He simply adored the idea of Tamaki needing him, of course Tamaki needed him; who else was going to protect him from Haruhi? At first, Kyoya had thought he was the villain, he was willing to be the villain and just go full throttle into it… but as things progressed, he began to think that the villain was actually Haruhi. She didn't love Tamaki, she yelled at him, she was willing to brag about not loving him… she was so cruel, poor Tamaki didn't deserve that kind of treatment.

It was ok though, Kyoya would protect him. Kyoya wasn't willing to let his darling best friend get hurt, crush or no crush. The fact that Tamaki recognised and approved of Kyoya's defence of him, it made Kyoya so very very happy. He carried his newfound pride really well, standing up a little straighter and carrying himself better. The difference was visible but no one asked about it, probably because they were too scared. It had been a while since Kyoya seemed so together.

The rest of the day went by wonderfully, with nothing going wrong. Kyoya was quite happy, although the other hosts seemed a little hung up about the day's events. Whilst hosting, Haruhi kept glancing towards Tamaki, but Tamaki didn't even glance back at her, and that was the best feeling for Kyoya, he was finally getting his way. Haruhi was finally getting what she deserved, she should never have hurt Tamaki like that. It was her own fault.

By the end of the day, Tamaki was still being loud and excitable, but there was an underlying level of pain there. Kyoya did his best to keep Tamaki's mind away from Haruhi, even going so far as to suggest that Tamaki come over to his place for a little while. Obviously Tamaki was excited at the idea, and they were very quickly sitting in the limo, with Tamaki babbling on about all the fun things they could do once they got there. Kyoya didn't say much, just stared at him from behind his glasses, enjoying the sound of Tamaki's voice.

He couldn't help but to wonder how it was for Sieka, how did it feel to kiss Tamaki? Kyoya knew Tamaki wore lipgloss, he couldn't remember what flavour Tamaki had said it was though, so he wasn't sure how it would taste but he knew it would be good. Tamaki hadn't wanted to kiss Sieka, so he likely didn't cooperate with her, but Kyoya couldn't help but imagine how amazing a kiss that was precipitated would be, the way Tamaki moved would be felt through every breath, life and love flourishing on his tongue as the world melted away… just the idea was enough to drive Kyoya mad.

That evening was wonderful, they listened to music and did homework together. Kyoya found it easier to bring himself to do things when Tamaki was there, he wasn't sure if it was the aura of energy or the pressure to look good in front of his crush. The reason didn't really matter, but the main point was that Kyoya was enjoying spending some time with Tamaki. After around two hours, or maybe an hour and a half, Tamaki spoke up with something that caught Kyoya off guard.

"Have you been hurting yourself lately?"

Oh, Kyoya hadn't been expecting that. He suddenly felt unsure, had he? He struggled to recall, the entirety of last week had been a blur for him really, so he wasn't sure what was what. “Well my bodyguards took my razors so…” that was before getting grounded wasn’t it? For some reason Kyoya knew he remembered sitting on the bathroom floor at some point that week and- “the scissors,” his words took the both of them off-guard, Tamaki glanced up from where he had been gazing at the cup of tea in his hands.

“What?”

“I took the twins' fabric shears... “ Kyoya paused for a moment, realising that his victory of memory was not going to be as much of a victory in Tamaki’s eyes, and that he’d just confessed to more self harm. “I…” the weight of what he’d just told the blonde dawned on him and he remembered how he’d promised to never let Tamaki see him like that again, “I’m sorry…”

He hadn’t been expecting to be sweeped up in a big hug and given small kisses on the top of his head, Tamaki had shouted something in french and continued to murmur french words to him softly as Kyoya just sat there in his arms. It was wonderful and though Kyoya was shaking he still felt tingles on his skin every time it brushed against Tamaki’s own. Only when the air was still and Kyoya had stopped crying- he had been crying? Only when there was silence did Tamaki speak words that Kyoya understood, pressing their foreheads together, “never apologize for that, ok? It wasn’t me you hurt, I’m just upset because I care about you and don’t want to see you hurt. The person you’re hurting is yourself, but I think that person doesn’t deserve that kind of treatment. You're hurting my best friend, Kyoya, can you promise me you’ll stop hurting my best friend? I know you’re in pain, I know that’s why you caused more, and I’m trying to help you, okay? But I can’t help if you don’t let me, please tell me if there's something I can do to make you feel better, is there?”

Kyoya didn’t want to move, making the barest little nod possible, but Tamaki understood and smiled. He didn’t want to speak as he spoke, hearing his voice and how pained and weak he sounded, it was awful… “can you stay with me tonight..? I don't want to be alone…"

Surprisingly, Tamaki agreed, and he even set up a blanket and pillow fort for them to sit in. Kyoya could be distracted from his all consuming guilt for a moment or two when Tamaki pulled him in close and wrapped a blanket around the both of them, he was so warm… it was hard to think in a situation like that. With every slow breath and chuckle that made Tamaki's chest shift just a little, with every little blue or gold sparkle in his violet eyes that seemed like the stars in the sky, with every little hum that left his lips and floated in the air giving off warmth, Kyoya fell just a little more in love.

Love was a funny thing; Kyoya had always thought it was stupid, just a chemical reaction, but the more he thought about it, the more he realised that he was actually a very romantic person. There was nothing Kyoya wanted more than to simply be help by someone who saw him, someone who understood who he was and who he wanted to be. That was what made this so much worse, the fact that Kyoya was now a horrible person made him scared for Tamaki to see him for what he was. He would never be seen, he could never be loved… not like this.

The thing that brought Kyoya hope, however, was the fact that Tamaki had always been one to look through a person, to see the person they wanted to be. He'd always encouraged Kyoya to be the person Kyoya had always dreamed to be, but now that dream was unclear; constantly shifting and changing, Kyoya didn’t know who he wanted to be anymore, it was so strained and fuzzy for him. The idea of the true self was slipping from his grasp as he made each step towards what he wanted, narrowly avoiding his doom at the hands of his own psyche. It was beginning to grow too much for even him to handle, but he didn’t trust himself to even try to do anything about it, what if he hurt people more?

A song, a lullaby in a tongue too foreign for Kyoya to understand, but familiar enough for him to name it. Tamaki ran his fingers through the villain’s hair, grounding Kyoya as he let the words wrap like a blanket. He was singing softly, Kyoya couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard tamaki sing- had he ever? The sound was wonderful, something to make him relax. Kyoya was a beast in that moment, an animal, he didn't trust himself to speak nor move, only laying, shivering in the blonde’s arms. Kyoya thought back to how he’d hurt everything, the people he’d cared for. He silently prayed for forgiveness, not to any god- Kyoya wasn’t a man of faith, but he had faith in his friends, he hoped when the truth came undone, they’d see through his actions to see who he was inside.

He made a promise, to them and to himself; there would be no pain caused nor received all week, they all deserved a reprieve. Kyoya knew he had a large amount of control over the pain his friends were experiencing, but as he caught a glimpse of the sadness in Tamaki’s eyes, he prayed Haruhi would allow them all to rest.

#kyoya ootori #ouran high school host club #tamaki souh #tamakyo #haruhi fujioka #Seika Ayanokoji

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thexfridax · 4 years ago

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‘I am a film activist’ - Interview with Céline Sciamma

Olga Baruk, critic.de, 17th of October 2019

// Additions or clarifications for translating purposes are denoted as [T: …]. //

Following her coming-of-age trilogy, Céline Sciamma (writer-director) has now made a big period film with Portrait of a Lady on Fire. We spoke with her at the FILMFEST HAMBURG. About writing, painting and the heroines of our time.

Interviewer: Céline Sciamma, is it important for you to communicate? Do you enjoy explaining your work or is it a necessary evil?

Céline Sciamma: It’s an important part of what I do. I never know what I’ll do next until my finished film is shown. That’s a conviction. A dialogue that is emerging around each film, how a film is perceived, what I am asked about it - all of that is important for me. Making films means putting something out into the world and receiving something from this world in return. Moreover, my films are political. I am a film activist. That’s why it’s important for me to talk about my work. Even though it is exhausting sometimes, I become more aware of what I’m actually communicating during the process. That makes me more radical. Also in my communication.

I: To see your films as part of the current social discourse is therefore intentional?

CS: My films are not alibis to send a message to the world. All films are political. And those that pretend not to be [T: political], only reproduce the world as it is - these kinds of films are conservative.

I: Your films are contemporary and very reflective on one hand, but they are also simple and moving like pop songs on the other hand. I like their clear structure, their lucidity and their sincere aspiration. I’m referring for example to the many coups de foudre [T: love at first sight situations] that different films like Water Lilies and My Life as a Courgette have in common. I’m also thinking about the scene in Being 17, where desire is studied and spelled out during homework, or Vivaldi’s Summer from The Four Seasons in your new film. Is this something you do appreciate about art?

CS: I think of my films as arrows that you slowly, very slowly bore into the hearts of the viewers. [T: Ouch!] That’s the sincerity. That also means for me to be radical. Radicality is not so much about cold, pure ideas but about having something specific in mind, and to ask yourself to whom you are actually talking. What kind of culture you are creating.

I: Please tell me a bit about how you are working as a screenwriter. How does your writing process look like?

CS: Before I start writing, I like to take a lot of time to think. It took three years for Portrait of a Lady on Fire. I make some notes from time to time, save ideas, let thoughts roll back and forth in my head until some of them connect with each other. When this part is done, I don’t write a treatment [T: see here] but do the scène à scène directly - all scenes of the film, summarised in a few sentences. That takes about a month of intensive work. If I’m happy with the result, then I start with the screenplay. This takes around two to three months. I write very quickly. As mentioned before, most of the time is spent on thinking prior to writing, to question my ideas and desires. I’m very strict with myself in this regard.

I: The research for Portrait of a Lady on Fire was surely comprehensive.

CS: That’s true. I also found out during the research for the film how active the female art scene in the second half of the 18th century was. There were hundreds of female painters! Rich material, into which I threw myself with a lot of enthusiasm.

I: Before you came across these facts, there was already an idea for the film?

CS: Yes, the original idea was to have a love story with a creative dialogue between a female painter and a model. I didn’t want to talk about contemporary painting but about portraiture. This seemed very relevant for today. I also wanted to avoid talking directly about cinema, didn’t want to show a film set. The 18th century was the time of enlightenment, a revolutionary period in the political and intellectual history of Europe. Portraiture was in vogue back then. There were philosophical debates about what is more worth striving for: a portrait that is very similar to the person or a better version [T: of them]. I wanted to play with these questions. It was very moving to learn that there were in fact so many female painters at the time, but it was also bitter, because they pretty much disappeared from art history. Their paintings have just been missing from my life! My film was meant to be set in the past, because it wasn’t told like this before.

I: It’s interesting that you found a potential for strength where the image of women was collectively considered as extremely fragile. The 18th century - as can also be seen in Portrait of a Lady on Fire - was the time of décolletés and corsets, being tied up in your own femininity. And it is the great time of reading novels, which aroused desires.

CS: You still have desires in an oppressed society. Because it wasn’t possible for women to create art, they couldn’t really convey their intimacy for a long time. We as women are lonely, alone with our bodies, our desires and political will, because we lack this knowledge about our history. Isolating women has always been part of the patriarchal master plan. Apologies, I’m beginning to lecture on the patriarchy! But seriously, there are no anachronisms in Portrait of a Lady on Fire. I’m convinced that everything I told also took place. Cinema is the place, where you share intimacy. And to share the intimacy between women is to show them among themselves. That’s why we left men in the off. Otherwise it would have to be a story about oppression.

I: Portrait of a Lady on Fire is a love story, in which solidarity and equality are quite important. Héloïse, Marianne and all the other characters in your film seem quite contemporary. How would you define a modern heroine? Who do you think are the heroines of our time?

CS: Heroines of our time, we know them. Greta Thunberg, Carola Rackete, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. Only women are really making politics today. It’s about resistance. To be a strong figure, you sadly have to put up with a lot of contempt and hostility. Greta Thunberg is treated extremely hostile by the French press, although she is still a child! The level of the debate [T: around her] is absolutely disproportionate. In my opinion this is a challenge that only heroines have to endure. Big heroes, as we know from films and books, always need big adversaries. The paradigm for heroines on the contrary seems to be that they don’t have any adversaries who could keep up with them.

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Picture source: [1, Photo by Thomas Laisné/Contour by Getty Images]

#critic.de #Céline Sciamma #October 2019 #German interview #She was on 🔥 here #My heroine #My heart cannot cope #with the heartache #Thank you very much #My translation #long post

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xiaojusaur · 5 years ago

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Pairing: NCT Jeno x Reader

Genre: Smut | Fluff

Warnings: Highschool AU, fingering, oral (receiving), protected sex, virgin reader, dirty talk

Word Count: 9.1K

Description: The cheerleaders' team and the dance team unite to make a historic presentation at a basketball game, that’s how you meet Jeno, the highschool cutie. You refuse to fall for his charms so you two become best friends instead. One day, you both let your feelings take over you and that’s when you discover you need him more than anything.

Whoever said being cheerleader was going to be a fun experience and that you don’t require any special traits, just a pretty face, was definitely lying.

The game season was near and the basketball team needed your full support. This year they had practiced hard and seemed prepared to win. You were all positive for this season.

As part of a new dynamic, the dance team and the cheerleaders united to create new choreographies and have a better impact on the public. Also to hype the basketball team more.

At first, it was all awkward to practice with new people, as you had to trust new guys to hold you or to throw you, but you built that trust with time. Soon you made new friends, apart from Glow who was always drooling over Renjun from the dance team, or Emerald who was always dying while looking at the dance team coach, Jaehyun, who was a college student. He was pretty hot, no lie.

You then realized you were in the same classes with some of the dance team guys, for example, cutie Jeno. He was in your math class but you’ve never seen him before. He had a cute face and seemed to be so shy that sometimes his head and personality didn’t seem to belong to his body. He was buff, his biceps were so big and his legs were so strong. Every time he flexed, his muscled would mark under his skin. In conclusion, he was hot.

He quickly became your friend for some reason. He started to tease you jokingly plus he was the one that the cheer captain assigned to be your partner. The first time you shared was on a Friday after practice. Some girls from the dance team invited you to grab some burgers and shakes, and he went with his group of friends. After you practically pushed Glow to finally talk with Renjun, Jeno tried to drink your milkshake, which resulted in a french fry war between you two. Then, the next Monday, you noticed he was in the same Math classroom. He sat by your side and since then he’s always bothering you.

Though it came as a benefit for you since you weren’t that good in Math but he was, so he helped you a lot. You became good friends thanks to the time you shared together. Your friend Glow insisted he liked you but you always said that wasn´t true. You could never imagine Jeno liking you. He was like super popular and super hot while you were you, a potato in the cheerleaders' team.

Here you were at the school cafeteria, surrounded by a bunch of idiots who were laughing and making jokes as they ate. Being friends with Jeno came with a package called “his friends”. They called themselves the Dreamies since “ they were every girl’s dream”. Kinda lame but if they think that... Anyways, they were fun to be with.

“Guys! My parents are gonna be traveling this weekend. You know what that means, right?” said Haechan while chewing a piece of chicken.

“That we can hang out in your house till late?” innocent Chenle said with his eyes full of excitement.

“No! It means I’m throwing a party!” Haechan raised his arms in celebration with fork in hand.

“Oh yes!!!” All the guys started making noises, they were excited.

Haechan was a senior so he was kinda wilder than the others. Though, most of them had their hormones out of control. Like Jaemin for example, he got a boner in the middle of the basketball practice. Everyone saw it but they played it cool and he was as if that was normal. Apart from the Dreamies making fun of him, nobody else mentioned anything. Probably it had to be with him seeing a peek under a cheerleader skirt. Yeah, he was that desperate to get laid, and yeah, he was hot as fuck, but it was that same desperation that scared girls away. From what you got to see he wasn’t bad... AT ALL!

“Maybe this time Y/N will join us,” Haechan interrupted your daydreaming moment.

“Huh?” you looked at him confused.

“Will you party with us this time or are you gonna look for another excuse as always?” He was totally judging you because you always bailed on them when it had to do with parties.

“I will think about my excuse and let you know later,” you said winking at him.

“Come on! Our parties are fun!” said Jeno while throwing an arm over your shoulders.

“Please! What do you do? Drink beer which is the only thing your body can bear and get laid with random highschool girls? No thanks!” you said as you took his arm and placed it back on his thigh.

“It should be fun! Maybe Jeno can finally get laid,” said Jaemin as he started laughing hysterically. Jeno hit his side so hard he was holding it but never stopped laughing.

“What are you talking about, Na Jaemin? You haven’t stuck that D in any P yet,” Jeno threw his comeback.

“But at least I have thought about it!” At this point, Jaemin was crying with laughter.

They were so awkward sometimes. You couldn’t imagine them at college when they get that kind of freedom. “Oh God, can’t you go a day without talking about getting laid or thinking about pussy? You guys are sick!” you said acting disgusted.

“Hey! Jaemin started it!” Jeno defended himself.

“Anyways, I’m going to the library. I need to finish homework before the practice or else I’ll never do it,” you said as you stood from the table.

“I’ll accompany you, I might need to do the same,” Jeno said following you.

“I’ll be meeting with Glow there,” you explained.

“Does that mean you don”t want me there?” he made puppy eyes.

“I mean, you can come but there’s gonna be a lot of girl talk in the process,” you joked.

“I don’t mind. I wanna know the tea,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“We gonna talk with code names anyways, you wouldn’t know.”

“Fine then, I’ll decode it!”

“Ugh! You’re so annoying sometimes!” you rolled your eyes and kept walking.

Jeno didn’t go with you, he just did it to annoy you because he knows what ticks you off and he likes using it to his favor.

“Gosh! Could you be more obvious?” said Chenle while chewing his food.

“What do you mean?” asked Jeno confused.

“You’re head over heels for Y/N.”

“No, I’m not! I just like her. I’m sure that’s gonna be over soon,” he whined.

“Sure Jen,” uttered Jaemin.

“You shut up!” Jeno threatened him. “That was so embarrassing! She’s gonna think the worst now!”

“As if it wasn’t true! You’re dying to try that V,” his evil smile painted his face.

“I’m not you!”

“Shut up, you virgin!” Typical of Jaemin, calling everyone a virgin when he was the biggest virgin himself.

You got to the library and Glow was already there working hard.

“I’m here! Gosh!” you said agitated as you placed your books on the table. “Those guys are so weird, I needed an escape.”

She laughed and asked, “What happened now?”

“They are having a party this weekend because Haechan’s parents are gonna be out. They invited me again, but you know, I don’t party,” you opened the notebook.

“We should go though! That’s my chance to get Renjun!!” She said a little too loud for the library and people quickly started to shhh.

“Oh yeah, and then you’ll leave me alone for Renjun’s ass. What about me?!” you said acting betrayed.

“One gotta do what one gotta do! I need to get that D!” she was passionate about it. “Besides, you got Jeno, I’m sure he won’t leave you alone.”

“He is a guy! He’s probably gonna be smooching a hoe in a corner,” you said in disbelief.

“Oh please! Y/N, he’s into you. If anyone’s gonna be in that corner is gonna be you,” she wasn’t gonna surrender easily.

“I don’t think he likes me that way,” you rolled your eyes.

“You’re right. He likes you in all ways and all positions!” she started laughing.

“GLOW!” you gasped.

“Okay, let’s do something. If Jeno texts you in 10 minutes or less we’ll have to go to that party. If he doesn’t, I’ll go alone anyway, because I’m not wasting my opportunity of getting Renjun. Deal?” She raised her pinky expecting you to make a pinky promise.

You rolled your eyes and gave her your pinky too, “Fine!”

“That’s also gonna prove that he’s whipped for you,” she smiled acting cute and innocent. THIS SNAKE!

A few minutes later your phone vibrated and you were nervous about looking at the screen, so you ignored it. After a few minutes, it vibrated again so your friend said with a smirk, “Are you gonna get that?”

“No, I’m busy,” you pretended you were reading.

“Bullshit! It’s Jeno, right?” a laugh was starting to form on her face.

“I haven’t looked! I don’t want to!” You threw your phone inside your backpack.

“CHEATER!!!” Glow screeched and everyone in the library shooshed.

“Oh my God, you’re embarrassing me here, please stop,” you giggled nervously.

“Hah! There’s no way you’ll get your ass out of this one now,” she chuckled.

“What?” you were confused.

“Does your phone bites?” you heard Jeno’s voice coming from behind you. You closed your eyes, pursed your lips and heavy breathed because, shit! This was unfortunate. You looked back and said, “I did tell you I was gonna do homework, so I’m kinda busy here”.

“Anyways,” he said as he pulled a chair and sat with his chest against the back of the chair, his strong arms leaning on the edge. Gosh! Was he attractive! “I was asking if I should wait for you when we’re out of the practice.”

“I don’t know. If you want,” you said not looking at him, distracted with your homework.

You heard Glo fake coughing. You knew what that meant.

“Nothing special, just thought I could accompany you home since I’ll be staying at Haechanie’s house to help him with a project, and since he lives near you well...” he explained.

“Sure,” you nodded.

“You can stay at her house if you want,” said Glow smiling evilly. You shot her with a killer glare, how dare she?!

“No you can’t, my dad would kill you,” you assured him.

He followed your friend’s game, “I can always climb or jump from your window”.

“Only if you’re suicidal that is,” you pointed out and they both started laughing.

The bell indicating that lunch was over rang and you all ran to your classrooms.

The practice went pretty normal, you danced, you flew, you made joked with everyone till it was time to go. You went to change to the lockers and went out along with Glow.

When you opened the door, Jeno was there leaning on a wall, looking sexier than ever. He had a white sleeveless shirt and his hair was wet, brushed back except for a few strands that hanged to his forehead.

It hit you that you were finding him attractive lately and you didn’t like that. You swore to yourself you weren’t going to date anyone from there, less one of the most popular boys in school. But now you were seeing why every girl there drooled over him. He was doing nothing in particular, just looking at his phone yet he was impressive.

“Hi stupid,” you greeted him.

“Ah, so you’re finally out. I thought you were getting ready to go partying,” he said sarcastically.

“No, but I had to take off the sweat, you know,” you mocked back.

“Unless you like them salty,” your friend said being evil.

Your eyes widened and you hit her arm, but she just started laughing.

“Anyways, should we go?” you suggested.

“Sure, let’s go,” he beckoned you with his head.

“See you tomorrow, Glow,” you said goodbye to your friend.

He walked to the parking lot and for a moment you were confused until he said, “Oh yeah, I got a car now.” You were frozen, you were about to be in the same car with Jeno! These bitches could never!

“Cool! Please don’t kidnap me,” you said jokingly.

There was a black sporty car and he pressed the keys to unlock it.

“Damn it, I was plotting it,” he said laughing as he got into the car. When he saw you were outside not daring to open the door to get in, he asked, “Are you planning to walk or something?”

“I might,” you said finally opening the door.

It smelled like new car, it still had the plastics on the seats. “This is nice,” you said, eyeing everything around.

“Thanks,” he said as he started the car. “My parents bought it for me since I have to go to practice, to the games, and so on... they don’t want to take me anymore,” he explained.

“I wish my parents were like that,” you rolled your eyes, implying he was spoiled.

“What does that mean?!” He gasped.

“That you’re a spoiled baby,” you pointed out.

“Whatever you say,” he dismissed you.

He looked hot while driving. Something so basic was turning you on, what the hell? But it was the way his fingers were wrapped around the steering wheel and how his arm veins popped.

You arrived home quickly since you didn’t live that far from school.

“See ya tomorrow,” he said goodbye.

“Yeah, thanks for driving me here. You’re the best!” You smiled.

“I know,” he could be so cocky sometimes.

“Oh, I take that back. You’re the worst!” You joked.

You got out of the car and ran to the entrance of your house, he pulled the window down and shouted, “You know that’s not true!”

You widened your eyes and shooshed him. Your dad must have heard that.

The day of the party you were full of anxiety all day. To relieve some stress you practiced harder even the cheer captain was impressed with your work.

When it was time to go home, Glow walked with you since that was the excuse so their parents would let her go to the party. She was supposed to stay in your house, but if the plans went well, she would probably go with Renjun.

You girls got ready and by 9PM were about to walk to Haechan’s house.

“How do I look?” Glow asked looking herself in the mirror.

“Smokin’ hot,” you replied.

“Do you think Renjun would look at me?” she sat on your bed.

“Totally! Look at you!! You look great!”

You still thought it wasn’t a good idea to come to this party, but dream boy Jeno invited you and apparently if you said no, your friend would kill you, so you decided to wear your best mini skirt and walked over there.

Your friend quickly spotted Renjun so she walked to him casually, leaving you by yourself.

At first, you couldn’t find Jeno between all the people in such a tiny house, but he found you just when you were thinking of turning around and returning home.

“Hey! You came!” He looked so excited it ignited a spark inside you.

“Yeah! I mean, you guys invited me, right?” You gave him a half-smile.

“You don’t look like you’re having fun. Let’s get you a drink to set up the mood!” He shouted over the deafening music.

He grabbed you by the wrist and guided you to the kitchen. There were couples in every corner on your way, each of them with their tongue down the other’s throat. Teenagers were so weird, so full of lust and energy. You sometimes wondered if you really were one of them.

Jeno brought you back to reality handing you a beer. “Here, let’s start up with this.” He opened it for you. You barely drank, heck! You barely even go to parties! But you played it cool and took it, giving it a sip fast quickly.

Alone with Jeno here, you could appreciate him better. He was wearing black jeans and a black button shirt. His freshly dyed black hair was brushed back slightly, exposing his powerful eyebrows and his forehead. He really was sexy!

While you were checking him out unconsciously, Haechan arrived at the kitchen and was chatting with him.

“Oh! Hey! You are here! Welcomed! Is Jeno taking good care of you?” You just nodded in response.

“Good! If he treats you badly you have my permission to hit him.”

You laughed and said, “Will do!”

“‘Kay! Imma be around! See ya later!”

The party got more fun between dancing with Jeno and the drinks you two had. He was a great dancer, you could feel it on his hips that at the moment we’re grinding on you on a dirty dance. His hands were holding you tightly as if he was scared that you were gonna run away.

You were more surprised with yourself because you were actually dancing with him. It must be the few drinks you had.

When the song finished you quickly moved to the kitchen, trying to get some air from the heat of the events and to make you come into sense. But Jeno followed you there, you couldn’t escape him now.

Nobody was paying attention, you had the kitchen for yourselves. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked concerned.

“Oh, yeah yeah! I just needed some air. Too many people around me can be... overwhelming,” you explained.

“I totally getchu.” There was a brief moment of silence with just the music on the back. He noticed you were starting to feel uncomfortable. “Do you wanna go home? I can take you.” He offered.

“It’s okay! I don’t wanna interrupt your partying, but I do wanna go. I think I’m not that used to go to parties, I’m sorry,” you looked down to your shoes.

“Hey, it’s fine. Not all of us like the same stuff. If that were the case then everything would be boring.” He took your chin between his fingers and raised your head to make you look at him.

You smiled at his response. You never thought of him as a romantic.

“I’ll take you home. I can always come back.” He gave you the sweet eye smile that always kills you without him knowing it.

You didn’t live far either so you wouldn’t be taking much of his time.

You texted Glow: “Hey, I’m going home. I don’t feel so well. Jeno is gonna take me so don’t worry. Hope you’re having fun! If anything goes wrong, call me, I’ll come to get you.”

When you got home, he parked in front of the house. Before you went out he talked: It was nice partying with you. You are fun.”

You smiled and said, “Aww, you’re fun too! Thanks for inviting me and for bringing me home.”

He just hummed. You were about to get off again but he just locked the doors. “Jeno! Come on! Let me go!” You hit him playfully.

“No.” He looked into your eyes with a different look now.

“Why not? My parents are gonna kill me! Come on!”

“Not before doing this.” He didn’t even let you process the expression, his lips crashed on yours, leaving you alarmed. But then you relaxed and kissed him back.

His lips were so soft, and boy! Was he good with that tongue that quickly invaded your mouth, tangling with yours.

As if this wasn’t the first time you did this, you followed your instincts and jumped to his side, straddling him. WHAT WERE YOU DOING?! Your mind was telling you to stop, but your body was telling you to proceed.

He hummed in pleasure of what you did. One hand was pulling you closer by the waist while the other fidgeted with something on the side of the seat until you noticed what he was doing. He pulled back the seat, leaving you completely over him without stopping from kissing.

Now his hands were on the back of your thighs, caressing and traveling under your skirt to grab your butt. He pulled back a little to get some air and he took a moment to say, “Fuck, baby, I didn’t know you were this wild.”

“I didn’t know it either,” you replied with a groggy voice.

He started kissing your neck, weak spot alert! You hissed and grabbed his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly to run your hands on his torso. You were greeted by a toned body and a couple of strong abs.

“Oh baby, you’re this eager?” He said between a moan and a huff. His hand on your buttock started to play with the hem of your panties.

Your mind ran wild with options. You imagined his fingers deep inside you and started to get aroused by the idea.

“What if I fingered you right here, in front of your house? Hmm? Your parents must be waiting for you. What if they open a window and see us here? What is their innocent baby girl doing with a guy in a car? Hmmm?”

The idea was appealing, you wanted him everywhere. You whimpered in response.

“Has someone else touched you like this before?” He asked this while his hand snaked under your skirt, inside your panties. You were eager to feel. Nobody has touched you like this before.

“Hmm? Do I have the honors of premiering your body?” He smirked, you hated how right he was. And he knew because you were so responsive to every touch. He pushed you a little so he was laying on the seat but you were sitting on his lap, this way he had better access to your heat.

Looking at you directly in the eyes, his fingers pushed your panties to the side and his middle finger slid right between your folds, he was so skilled!

“Oh my god...” you said in a breathy moan. He gave you a loop sided smile and then started to move his finger in a circular motion, so slow it burned but it felt so good. “God,” he groaned, “you’re so wet it slides so easily, baby.” His bottom lip was caught between his teeth. Why does he have to be so sexy?! You responded with a moan. He then inserted a finger in your entrance, like testing how was everything down there. The stretch, even though it wasn’t much, bothered you a little. “Mmmm.... so tight. I bet this hole is so closed, just for me to stretch.” You weren’t used to this dirty talk but you discovered you were really into it. He was moving his finger inside you, so deep, your eyes wanted to roll back. It was a great feeling. “Fuck... Jeno, you’re great with those fingers! Ah!” You moaned in desperation. What was this? You wanted some form of release you couldn’t comprehend. You started moving your hips trying to reach what you were yearning for. “Do you like it?” He panted. “Shit! I love it! Please don’t stop!” You threw your head back, but then your butt pressed the horn of the car and you both froze in place. After the long silence, he started laughing uncontrollably and you did the same. “I think Imma have to stop. Your parents can come out at any minute so...” He returned the back of the seat to its place and you jumped to the passenger seat. “Yeah... umm... thanks for bringing me home and for accompanying me at the party, I really appreciate it,” you said while fixing yourself a little. “It was great, we should hang out sometime,” he smiled and he got off the car to open your door. He walked you to the door. You looked and him, and he looked at you. You felt a magnetic force pulling you closer and when you were about to kiss, your dad opened the door, which caused you two to jump and smile. “Hello, you two! I thought I heard something outside,” your dad said smiling. “I’ll... see you at school, thanks for bringing me home,” you hugged Jeno and he did the same. When you closed the door your dad was looking at you expectantly. “What?” You said holding a laugh. “Nothing. I’ll just pretend I didn’t see that,” he said laughing. “What?!” “How you were about to kiss. It was hilarious to see you two jump.” “Dad! You’re evil!” He shouted from the kitchen, “That’s my job as a dad!” You ran up the stairs to your room. You jumped to the bed to process everything that happened. What was that? You didn’t know, all you knew was that you wanted more.

The next day you woke up to see some texts from Glow:

“Bitch!! The plan is working!!!”

“OH SHIT WE GOING HOME!!!”

“We gotta talk about this!!! I need you first thing in the morning!”

You had a text from Jeno too. Seeing his name on the screen made your stomach jump:

“Hey, I hope you can sleep tight, I just wanted to let you know that it was fun. I’m sorry if I stepped off boundaries. We need to talk so whenever you have time please text me. I’ll pick you up.”

That last part, in particular, made your head spin considering what happened in his car last night.

You replied to Glow first: “Where are you? Are you alive?”

She answered almost instantly: “At Haechan’s, wbu?”

“I’m home. Can you walk? xD”

“WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?! OF COURSE I CAN!”

“Then get your ass here! Hurry! My parents aren’t here!”

A few minutes later you head knocking on the door so you ran downstairs. When you opened the door there she was, a whole mess but with a great glow. She was happy.

You ran upstairs again so she could fix herself a little. Once Glow was relaxed she gave you details of what happened with Renjun. But then, she asked what happened with Jeno, “So! Your text included that Jeno brought you here... did anything happened?” She was looking at you expectantly.

“Uhh.... no?” you hesitated.

“You don’t sound so sure... SPILL IT!” gosh! was she loud!

You rolled your eyes and said, “Fine! So we kissed...”

She didn’t even let you finish and she screeched, “FINALLY!!!!”

The smirk on your face gave that it was more and she understood, “OH?! There’s more?!”

“Yes, there is. But if you don’t let me finish I won’t tell you,” you warned her.

“Okay, sorry...”

“So we kissed... and something more,” you started laughing.

“Oh come on! I told you everything!!! Now is your turn!” She hit you.

“Okay... so we... oh my god this is so embarrassing...” you covered your face with your pillow.

“JUST TELL ME!!!! I GAVE YOU DETAILS!” Glow was desperate.

“Okay, so we did stuff but not the WHOLE stuff, you know what I mean?”

“So you sucked his D?” she was so explicit sometimes.

“No! He just did stuff with his hand, but then my dumbass leaned back and honked with my butt, so we panicked and we couldn’t finish,” you did a pouty face.

“OH?! So you wanted more!” She jumped on the mattress.

“Yeah? Kinda...” you blushed.

“I mean, you can have a dick appointment. You just gotta tell him ‘Baby, I wanna finish what we started’. I’m sure he won’t say no.”

You told her about the text message and she went wild. She gathered up her stuff and went home quickly so you could talk with Jeno as soon as possible.

He came to pick you up at 4PM, you were nervous about what were you gonna talk about. What would you say?

As soon as you got in the car you could feel the tension. You both were silent, as neither of you wanted to break the ice.

He seemed to be driving without destination, probably waiting for you to say something. You decided you couldn’t stand the silence anymore.

“So....” you threw in the air to start any convo.

“Yeah?” You could see his hands tighten the steering wheel.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“To a park nearby, I feel we’re gonna be relaxed there,” he assured.

“Okay.... So? Did you go back to the party?” You wondered since Glow didn’t mention him there.

“No, I went home. I- I was tired...” he stuttered. Was he lying?

“Oh... alright.”

“Did your dad said anything?” That was a weird question.

“Yeah,” you laughed nervously, “he actually opened the door on purpose to interrupt us, you know.... dads things.”

Jeno chuckled but said nothing else.

When you got to the park you both started walking around in silence again, until he couldn’t anymore.

“So... about what happened last night... I wanted to apologize if I crossed any boundaries between us... It must’ve been the alcohol,” he explained, looking for an excuse.

“Jeno, it’s okay. I...” you stopped for a moment looking for the right words, “I kinda liked it.”

You saw his eyes widen so you quickly explained, “I kinda started it. I don’t kmow what happened to me either, but I also apologize if I made you think something wrong. I’m totally fine if you decide we should stop talking...”

“Are you insane?!” He interrupted you. “Why would I stop talking to you? That was... fine.”

“It was...?” You asked unsure.

“Being honest here, I liked it.” He confessed.

“Alright then,” you shrugged.

“You’re a naughty girl!” He quickly blamed you.

“I never said I was a saint,” you smirked.

“Oh? Well judging from what I know, I thought you were a prude.”

You gasped, “Oh no! Did I disappointed you? I’m sorry,” you said sarcastically.

“Not at all, conversely... I’m interested,” he wiggled his eyebrows, getting closer to you.

You pushed him away, “Fuck you!”

“You wish baby,” he pulled you closer to him by the waist. You tried to break free but he just held you tighter.

“So... what are we gonna do now?” he was hesitant.

“You’re asking me? I don’t know, what do you want to do?” No pressure at all.

“I really liked what happened between us,” he admitted.

“So did I, Lee Jeno,” you looked him in the eyes.

“Do you perhaps... wanna repeat it?” he asked hesitantly.

You remained silent until you were passing behind a wall. Just when you were out of sight of everyone, you pulled him abruptly by the arm, making him crash with you against the wall. You kissed him fiercely and he responded instantly. “Does this answer your question?”

“It surely does,” he huffed but started kissing you again.

From this point, your friendship with Jeno was based on stolen kisses behind a wall and hot make out sessions at his house after practice. You would lie to your parents saying you had a really hard homework, he would say he was going to help you with homework so his parents would let you in his room. Sometimes things got too heated and he ended up on top of you kissing you wildly on his bed, but nothing more than heated kisses.

Jeno knew you were a virgin and he respected that. He only did what you allowed him to do. He was leaving it up to you, whenever the time was right and you were comfortable you would let him know. He once asked you if you wanted to do something more and since you got awkward, he just assured you he could wait.

Nobody suspected a thing, or at least that’s what you thought. People around you noticed something was happening when your connection at the practice got better.

The game was getting closer so the practice was getting harder.

The night before the practice, the usual group of friends went to eat some burgers and shakes. Apparently, that was a good luck ritual.

While eating, Glow asked, “So, Y/N, how’s everything with Jeno?” in front of everyone.

Was she really about to expose you?

“What do you mean? Everything is normal,” you said acting confused while looking at Jeno alarmed.

“Oh, don’t come at me! We all know you’re either seeing each other or fucking each other. You got nothing to worry, we are kinda expecting you guys confess.” She smirked! So she noticed! Why didn’t she asked you before? You wanted to be angry at her, but what was the point? They all had you cornered, plus they all were your close friends. You looked at Jeno asking for a silent permission, he just shrugged. What a help!

“We... are talking I guess,” you blushed.

“HAH! I knew it! Jaemin, you owe me 5$!” Chenle celebrated.

“Fuck you, dwarf! I don’t owe you shit!” Jaemin scuffed.

You don’t really know why didn’t you say anything. They were your friends and they would support you no matter what. Plus, they shipped you.

Today was the day! The big game, the final that would tell who was the champion of this season. The cheerleaders and the dance team had united to support your high school basketball team the best you could, and apparently, it was working because they made it to the final. You were preparing since morning, practicing hard and then relaxing. You were gonna stay at Glow’s house since you were sure you were gonna party, either you lose or won.

You were at the lockers, finishing the last details on your makeup. Everyone was ready on the bleachers. Jeno entered to look for you as you were about to start. When he saw you in your cheer uniform, with your makeup and all, he got excited. You saw him through the mirror and smiled widely. “Hi baby,” you said cheerfully. “Hey princess,” he said as he laid his chin on your shoulder. “I came to rescue you, we’re about to start.” His arms wrapped around your waist, getting closer to you. He kissed your cheek sweetly but then, his voice didn’t match the action. “You look so sexy in that uniform. I don’t know if I would be able to contain myself around you.” “Well you better keep your delicious hands off me because I wanna dance in peace,” you turned around and pecked him on the lips, as a response, he grabbed your ass, making you jump and giggle.

The game started and you all were giving your all on the court, cheering for the team, doing your routines. The audience loved the mix of the dance team and the cheerleaders and were pretty pumped.

The game was about to end and it was tied, so you were cheering louder and harder. You even cheered for Jaemin, promising that if they won, you would hook him up with one of the cheerleaders. Jaemin being Jaemin, he was giving it all to get that. When there were only five seconds left, your school team scored the final shot to win. The whole place starting roaring with excitement, you guys started jumping and screaming. It was the first win of your school in a long time. You were making history!

After all the celebration, you guys went to party getting some burgers, but you changed the milkshakes for beers this time. In the parking lot of the place, Jaemin was in his car smooching with one of your cheer-mates. Everyone’s hormones were on the roof due to the excitement. Glow was all over Renjun, you bet they were gonna end up tangled again. Jeno and you were pretty awkward around every couple. You liked each other a lot, you would make out in every chance you got, but not in public! But being honest with yourself, you were feeling kinda eager tonight. You don’t know if it was because of the happiness you were feeling or because everyone around you was getting something tonight. Jeno saw you kinda uneasy and asked, “Are you okay? Want me to take you home?” “I told my parents I was going to stay at Glow’s, but from what I’m seeing I don’t think she’s even going to her house!” You shrugged. “We can go home if you want to,” he suggested. But then quickly thought that sounded desperate so he added, “We don’t have to do anything. We can just cuddle and sleep.” He gave you his adorable eye smile. “What about your parents?” you reminded him. “They’re out of town, I have the house for myself,” he winked. Gosh! He was so attractive! “Fine then... we can do that,” you surrendered. “Let’s go then,” he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You walked to Glow to inform her, “Hey, I’m going with Jeno.” “You what?!” She gasped. “Don’t be dramatic! We’re just gonna sleep, we’re tired,” you explained. “Suuuuure,” said Renjun, not buying it. “Go have fun, honey! Wooo!” She screamed and the whole place turned around to look at her, she was so embarrassing sometimes. “Jeno! Come here, boy!” She called him. When Jeno stood by your side she continued, “Use protection! We don’t want another Teen Mom episode.” “Glow! Omg, stop!” You were so embarrassed. But Jeno always followed her games, “Don’t worry, this is a no baby zone,” he assured.

Like that, you guys went to his home like it was something normal. Midway you realized you were about to sleep at a boy’s house, behind your parents’ back. So rebel! He parked the car in front of the house, as usual, and waited for you to get off. He opened the door and looked everywhere, making sure there was no one but him and then he let you in, locking the door behind him. He walked to the kitchen, probably out of habit. “Can I use your room to change?” You asked him shyly. “Yeah babe, make yourself comfortable,” he said as he took a sip of juice. You walked upstairs to his room to get changed. You were kinda nervous. Being alone with him was making you feel weird. You didn’t know how to act or what to do. Anyways, you started getting changed taking off your cheer uniform and folding it to place it in your backpack. You were just in underwear when suddenly Jeno opened the door. Your first reaction was to cover yourself with your arms. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it! I’m not a pervert I swear!” He was talking too fast. Something inside you told you that you liked being watched by him like this, so you dropped your arms. He eyed you from head to toe and back up. You could see the fire in his eyes and he could definitely see yours too. “Jen...” you whispered. “Yes, baby?” He said softly, getting closer to you. “I-“ you thought well what you were about to say. “I think I’m ready.” “For what?” He knew, he just wanted to make sure. “To do that thing we both have been wanting for so long now...” you said in a sultry voice while wrapping your arms around his neck. “Hmm? Are you sure?” he smiled. “Mhm...” you nodded. “What made you change your mind?” His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. “Well... I think I like you very, very much,” you tilted your head to one side, embarrassed about this confession. “Oh really?” He asked teasingly. “Mhm,” you assured. “I like you too, for a long time now actually,” he admitted. “Really?” you were actually surprised. “So you weren’t pretending? You actually didn’t notice?” he was shocked. “No... I thought we were very good friends... and then friends who just kissed...” “Well no, I really like you. Now you know,” he pinched your cheek making you giggle. After a long moment of silence, you in his arms half-naked, he said softly as if he was unsure, “So... you wanna spend the night with me?” “Yeah...” you blushed, so you looked to the floor. “Look at me,” he said in a breathy tone and you complied. He kissed you tenderly, placing his hands on each side of your face. Quickly, it got heated and wild. You pulled him, getting him closer if possible, he ran his lips to your jawline. He laid you down on his bed gently, never stopping from kissing you. He climbed on top of you and quickly threw his shirt on the floor. His lips reached your neck, making you arc your back in pleasure but he held you down. Your hands reached to his bareback, feeling every muscle flex. Jeno whispered in your ear, “I’ll make you a woman,” with the sultriest voice you’ve ever heard, it gave you goosebumps. You felt his warm hands everywhere, you didn’t know what to do. He was going lower, and lower, and lower, his lips running over your breasts, down your torso, over your navel, and back up. He was driving you insane, he clearly knew how to do it. “Should I take this off?” He asked pulling your bra. You just nodded because you were speechless. He started by sliding the straps off your shoulders, taking his time to caress every inch of your skin. You lifted your back a little to help him, as he snaked his hands to your back to unfasten your bra. As soon as he had you exposed, his hands traveled to both of your breasts. He squeezed them softly, pinching your nipples on the process. Then he got closer to your chest, his mouth dangerously close to your nipple. He looked into your eyes while taking your nipple between his lips. He licked and nibbled, making you gasp from the sensation. A shot of electricity went straight to your core, making you bite your lip. He switched to the other breast while his other hand traveled south. His forefinger starter hooking the hem of your panties, but he was unsure, so he asked, “Can I?” “Please, Jeno... make me yours...” you whispered. His fingers snaked under the only piece of cloth covering your body. He went back to suck on your nipple while his finger slid between your folds. You sighed while he hissed, “God, you’re so wet...” He started drawing circles on your clit. Then he inserted a finger making you gasp and then moan, “Oh...” He was looking at you directly in the eyes, maybe to make sure you were okay. He moved his finger inside you a few times before groaning more to himself than to you, “Fuck, this is so tight.” He inserted another finger, the stretch burning. His fingers moved so deep inside you, it was giving you a new pleasant sensation. You felt delicious tickles starting from your pelvis, spreading to other parts of your body. “Shit, I’m gonna make you feel so good baby,” he said through hooded eyes, trying to go faster but your panties were a nuisance. He stopped fingering you to pull them down, making you raise your legs. He got a peek of your dripping pussy and licked his lips. “Mmm... that pussy’s got to be so sweet,” he said under his breath. You bit your lip in response, you loved it when he talked like that. “Would you let me taste it?” he asked in a hoarse voice while dipping his head between your legs. “Please Jeno,” you begged while running your fingers through his locks. He didn’t even wait for you to get ready, Jeno quickly gave a long lick between your folds. You felt as if the air was punched out of you and the only thing you could do was gasp. His tongue assaulted your heat, licking all the wetness or adding more, you didn’t know exactly. Every time he flatted his tongue you felt like screaming because it felt too good. You moaned loudly and he smirked. Jeno then surrounded your bundle of nerves with his lips, giving it a hard suck and then a tender lick. Your eyes rolled back from pleasure and your fingers pulled his hair hard, but he didn’t seem to mind it, he just hummed which drove you crazy. At this point, he was devouring your pussy, you could hear the lewd sounds of slurping as your orgasm built inside your pelvis. You keened, “God! Jeno! So good!” “You like it?” He asked when he stopped to take a short break to breathe. You nodded rapidly in desperation, he just chuckled and continued with his ministrations. You thought you were gonna explode there, but he wasn’t going to let you, not before fucking you properly, so he stopped with a pop and a gasp. He groaned, “Oh! So good! This pussy is so good!” It made you shiver the way he talked to you, you wanted to have him all. “Please fuck me Jeno,” you said in desperation. “You want me to fuck you?” He replied with a husky voice. “Yes! I want you to make me remember who dicked me first,” you growled. You couldn’t believe what you were saying. What happened? He hissed before saying, “Fuck, baby. I’m so hard!” And you could see it, the strain in his pants, plus he ran a hand over it. “Let me look for a condom, I’ll be back,” he winked and walked to a drawer, from which he knew exactly where to fish it. He had a smug face when he walked back with it in his mouth while pulling his pants down. He was adorable even when he was about to wreck you. Jeno then pulled his boxers down, his length springing free. His dick was so pretty: average length, average girth with a pink tip that was glowing with pre-cum. He rolled the condom down his shaft and climbed to the bed again, kneeling between your legs. You were so nervous, you felt your stomach tighten in anticipation. He could see the fear in your eyes, so he gave you a smile to calm you down. “Hey, are you really sure?” He asked for your consent once again. “I really don’t wanna push you. I’m okay with just cuddles and kisses,” he assured. But you were ready for him, you were ready to give yourself to him, so you nodded and smiled at him. He uttered an “Okay” and then held his length to start looking for your entrance. He saw the panic in your eyes again, so he caressed your cheek and said softly, “You’re gonna be okay. I’ll be gentle with you.” You smiled at his assurance and felt relaxed. “Imma need you to open your legs a little wider so I can fit better,” he said running his fingertips on the insides of your thighs. He didn’t need to say it, with that action you did it automatically. He placed his tip on your soaked heat, rubbing it to find your entrance but only with that you were already heavy breathing. When he finally found it he whispered warning you, “I’m going in sloowwlyy...” he dragged the last word while he pushed himself into you. You felt the piercing pain of the stretch and pursed your lips and shut your eyes trying to breathe, but it was too much so you whimpered. “Oh... Jeno...” You squeezed his biceps. He was concentrated with his eyes closed, still not stopping until he was deep into you. You let out a moan you were holding in, discovering that it actually helped with the pain. “Are you hurting?” He asked concerned. “Mhm!” You could only mutter. “Should I stop?” He was looking at you in worry. “No.... just let me adjust...” You took a few deep breaths and now the pain was ceasing. “Can I continue babe?” He was making sure you felt better. “Yeah...” When he pulled out he groaned, “Ugh! Fuck, you’re really tight, baby.” You didn’t know if to feel proud or not. He went in slowly again, hissing and then pulled out. It was starting to feel good, you almost forget about the pain. He got closer to you, embracing you while he thrusted you nice and slow. Your hands ran down his broad back, squeezing and scratching. His lips were close to your ear so he could whisper dirty things and drive you insane. “Oh baby, you feel so good. I was waiting for this moment and it was so worth it,” he confessed, making you moan in response. “Yes, moan for me princess, let me know you feel good too.” He was so deep into you, you felt his tip hitting a spot that made your toes curl. “Fuck, Jeno... it feels so good,” you cried. “Shit baby, this pussy is the best. So warm, so tight, just for me to stretch it, mmmm...” he bit your earlobe making you moan. If he kept that pace he was gonna cum in seconds, so he asked, “Can I go a little faster?” “Yeah,” you breathed. He started snapping his hips harder, reaching even deeper into you, making your eyes roll back with every thrust. “Ah, yes right there!” you screamed reaching for his butt. The sound of his thighs hitting yours was sinful. “You like it there? Hmmm?” He said through greeted teeth. “Ugh yes! Fuck me Jeno, fuck me harder,” you got wilder and he aimed to please because now he was drilling you with such force, the bed was complaining. He was kneeled to reach deeper into you and to get a view of your whole body. “Gosh! You look so sexy baby, you take me so well and your tits jumping, mmmm I wanna eat you whole” he bit his lip while stretching a hand to squeeze your boob. At this point, you were a moaning mess, you couldn’t control yourself but apparently Jeno loved it.

“You sound so cute when you moan my name,” he breathed as he caged you again between his arms. He loved being as close as possible. His body heat was a plus in this fervent situation. You felt secure in his embrace.

“Kiss me,” you said looking in his eyes, and he did, he kissed you messily and sloppy, with all the passion he was holding inside.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and had your face on the crook of his neck, occasionally kissing him there. You could hear every sound his mouth was emitting, every grunt, every sigh, every sweet nothing he said to praise your body.

“Gosh, you’re so beautiful. How can I be so lucky,” he whispered in your ear. Even when he was thrusting you hard, he was making you blush. You wished this would never stop.

You started feeling weird as if something inside you wanted to snap, some delicious tickles were taking over your legs. “J-Jeno...” you panted.

“I-, I feel like I’m gonna explode,” you couldn’t describe the feeling.

“Ugh, I know baby, you’re clenching me really good,” he groaned.

Was this an orgasm? All you could say was, “Please don’t stop!”

“I’m gonna make you cum, I won’t stop until I have your legs shaking,” he assured you.

You were there, hanging by a thread. You just needed something to snap and Jeno knew exactly what it was because he kneeled on the bed again, licked his thumb and started rubbing your clit. This made you shiver and scream, the feeling was too much.

“Let go, baby girl, let me have your first orgasm,” he said smiling proudly.

“Fuck! Jeno! This is too much!” you screamed at the top of your lungs.

“Come on, princess,” he encouraged you.

With one last press to your bundle of nerves you exploded. Your body started to shake uncontrollably, your back arched on its own, your eyes rolled back, and you screamed louder than before.

Jeno held you by the waist through it all, he slowed down his pace, enjoying the feeling too. You could hear him in the distance, “That’s it... oh my God... so tight... you look beautiful, baby.”

When you came back to your senses he was slow thrusting you, reaching for his own release. Jeno was concentrated on the feeling, with his eyes closed, feeling you whole. “So good,” he whispered, “I’m gonna cum”. With a few thrusts, he exploded in the condom. You could feel the pumps, as he grunted and crashed over you. “Mmmmm... fuck... so warm”. After a few seconds, he stopped.

He was still over you, trying to catch his breath again. He kissed your cheek and brushed back your hair. “How are you feeling?” he asked groggily.

“I’m great,” you smiled.

“I came so much...” he confessed, “I bet the condom is full to the top.”

You laughed at his sudden revelation, “You’re so nasty!” You were back to the friendship you two shared.

“Hey, that’s natural! Besides, I’ve been wanting to fuck you for a while. Do you know how many girls I turned down? You can’t judge me when I finally got the pussy of my dreams!” He was being overly dramatic.

“Oh shut up!” you pushed him to your side, making him pull out of you finally, making you wince.

“I’ll be right back,” he said getting out of bed, all naked. You supposed he was going to the bathroom.

A few minutes later he shouted from the bathroom, “Hey baby! Wanna shower?”

You accepted his offer since you were all sweaty and sticky.

In the morning, you woke up with a ray of sun hitting your face. You were gonna turn around but your body was sore from last night making you hiss. Jeno had his arm over your waist, pulling you closer the moment you moved.

You heard him mumble something in between “What’s wrong?” but you weren’t sure because he was still asleep.

You took a moment to appreciate his beauty. His long lashes rested lightly on his cheeks. His tiny mole near his eye looked so cute and his rosy lips were pouting. You felt the urge to kiss him, so you pecked his lips. His pout instantly became a smile and he opened his eyes slowly.

“Good morning,” he said in a deep voice, caused by morning hoarseness.

“Morning,” you replied softly.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Kinda sore... my body hurts,” you admitted.

“That’s normal. I’ll give you some pills,” he was so kind.

“So... is this gonna be a one night stand?” you asked out of nowhere.

“Well... only if we can have another one night stand in the future,” he joked. “Y/N, I really like you. I wanna date you and give you all my love and take your hand in front of the whole school and kiss you behind the lockers. So... would you be my girlfriend?”

He really just asked you out after all the night events, but of course, you said yes, you were madly in love with him.

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theshadowedqueen82 · 4 years ago

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what you’ve kept hidden (i’ve always known), 7.2k words, Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Jim Lake Jr.

My Jimari Secret Santa gift to Aly (let me know if I should tag you!) combining the prompts for a confession with angst and a cute first date. Also on Ao3.

The video is blurry, filmed from a cellphone camera just behind a nearby building, but it's the best they have. There aren't any news crews in the area, but Toby is diligently looking for any other coverage on his phone. Jim doesn't think he could be watching this without him.

The camera is shaking as it shows the back of a man in a purple suit, holding up a girl with one hand and reaching for her earrings. Ash falls from the sky around them, and there are sirens in the distance.

It can’t end like this, is all that Jim can think. Ladybug's too strong, too skilled, too smart to be caught like this. She must have some sort of plan, some kind of power that can fix this. He’s seen her do it before.

Reports of magical heroes in Paris had slowly made their way to Arcadia a year ago. While most people had thought it fraudulent or some kind of publicity stunt, Jim was far less likely to dismiss claims of magic these days. He’s followed her rising career through a few blogs and home videos, watched a couple of newscasts, and found some comfort in the idea that he's not the only hero out there. He almost envied Ladybug for being able to go public with her identity, being able to see and communicate with the public she was protecting. At the moment all he feels for her is cold dread.

Hawkmoth makes a quick movement, and there's a shimmer of pink light. Jim wants to look away, grant her the privacy he knows is being violated, but can't seem to make his eyes move. As the costume falls away revealing a very familiar looking face, his jaw drops.

“Marinette?”

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Jim doesn't quite remember when it started. Somewhere on the forums for one of the many games they both played, teaming up to defeat virtual monsters and chatting only through text. Over the years they’d grown closer, started voice chatting and then video chatting, beginning to share a little more of their lives and themselves. Their relationship had lasted far past the usual expiration date of online friendships and they were still going strong. She was the only reason he still spoke French, and he helped her with her English homework. They had fallen into an easy pattern of late night gaming marathons in middle school and homework sessions in high school, calling each other to chat during the time zone window where neither of them were sleeping to chat and swap baking tips and laugh over bad jokes.

She was the first person he’d told about Claire, back when he had time for things like crushes. She’d encouraged him to ask her out, and Jim had countered asking when she was going to do the same for Adrien. He wanted to tell her about the amulet, but knew that there wasn’t a chance. Besides, what would she be able to do? She was an ocean away, and even if she was here it wasn’t like she could grab a sword and fight Bular for him. Or so he’d thought.

“Is it Steve again?” she’d asked one afternoon, when training had gone rather poorly and he’d signed into their video call exhausted and with the beginnings of a rather sizable bruise on his shoulder. She couldn’t see it, but she was perceptive enough to notice the wince every time he moved.

“It’s not him,” he promised. “I’m doing some… extra curriculars. After school credit stuff.”

“Oh?” Marinette asked, her eyebrows rising. “Like what? I thought you had to turn down culinary club.” It felt like almost a lifetime ago, when he’d been occupied with trying to keep his grades up and take care of the house, when the fee for participation had been enough to make him put off joining until he could find a summer job and pay for it himself.

“Yeah, I joined… wrestling,” he decided, racking his brain for what kind of extracurricular could involve physical injury. “Trying to get my phys ed mark up, I haven’t been doing so great.” Which was true, due to a lack of attendance rather than ability but Mari didn’t need to know that.

“Wrestling?” she echoed, confusion in her expression. Jim had wondered if she was going to press, felt a cold knot form in his stomach at the thought of lying more to her. But to his relief she’d only frowned and accepted it, saying that it sounded dangerous and she hoped he’d try to be safer before changing subjects.

Now his mind is running through those old conversations, wondering if he’d missed any of the same signs from her. Any sprained ankles or healing cuts, any sign of a burden they could have shared.

“Marinette is Ladybug? Your Marinette?” Toby is saying, but Jim can hardly hear him over the buzzing in his ears.

Hawkmoth has dropped her, and she's coughing. Jim realises that he’d been strangling her, that she’d have a necklace of bruises marring her neck tomorrow. If she makes it that far, a nasty voice in the back of his mind whispers, one Jim immediately shoves away.

“Come on, Marinette,” he whispers, leaning closer to the screen like he could reach her through it. Hawkmoth has grabbed her arm and is starting to drag her away, but another figure strides forward and stops him. Chat Noir, Jim thinks with a rush of relief, and then anger, because how dare he let this happen to her? How could he let it come this far, let her be unmasked on live video, let her stand up to a supervillain by herself?

He redirects that anger, since Chat Noir has been trying to protect her, is probably taunting Hawkmoth right now trying to get him to release her. They're too far away for the video to pick up on their audio, but not far enough to keep Jim from seeing how he raises a hand, threatens to slap her. And how she flinches.

Then Chat Noir moves, lunges forward and there’s a flash of light that turns the video into a blur of static. They sit there in horrified silence for a moment before the feed shuts off completely, leaves them staring at a dark screen with an error message.

“NO!” Jim screams, and Toby’s scrolling through his phone but he’s not fast enough, Marinette is in danger RIGHT NOW and Jim doesn’t know what’s happening. Can’t see if she’s hurt more, can’t see if she’s gotten free, can’t see if she’s even still alive and nothing matters in this moment except the fact that there’s an ocean between them keeping him from helping her and he’s terrified.

It’s the longest two minutes of his life until they find another video, but this one’s only Rena Rouge. “-all okay,” she’s saying to the reporters who have finally showed up, far too late to catch anything other than a repaired and empty street with their cameras. “Hawkmoth has been defeated and turned over to the proper authorities, and everybody is safe.”

The reporters are falling over themselves asking questions, most about Ladybug ( what’s her name , like it’s not going to be all over the internet within the hour), and Rena declines to comment. “There will be an official statement released in the future,” she says before leaving, a pale and shocked reporter taking her place in front of the camera. She can only repeat facts Jim already knows, so he turns off the television and sits there in silence.

“She must be okay,” Toby finally offers, and Jim nods. Marinette has to be okay, not because of the reporters’ questions or Rena’s composure or even because she’s Ladybug, but because the alternative is too terrible to think of.

“Do you ever feel like you need to be perfect?” Marinette had asked him once, when Jim had noticed the dark circles under her eyes and the flat tone of voice, dulled from her usual vibrancy. “Like everything’s depending on you, and if you aren’t enough then people will get hurt?”

All the time, was his answer, but he couldn’t say why so he didn’t say it at all. “Do you feel that way?”

“Sometimes, yeah,” she said, and he knew that she too really meant always. “It’s just a lot, you know? With school, and the bakery, and…”

“And the akumas,” Jim guessed. The previous day had been a particularly drawn out fight between Ladybug and an akuma, and while he’d been confident Ladybug would win he still worried. This was Marinette's home, her friends, her school. And although they hadn’t discussed it in detail, Marinette trying to change the subject whenever he asked questions until he figured she simply didn’t want to discuss it, he knew the akumas fed off emotion. What was that like, being unable to let yourself be truly angry or afraid, with the constant threat of being weaponized hanging over your head?

“You don’t need to be perfect,” he’d told her. “You just need to be you. That’s all anybody can expect.”

“And what if I’m not enough?” Mari had asked, and Jim had wished that he could place a hand on her shoulder.

“You’re always enough,” he’d said.

Now he's wondering how many other conversations they’d had that were really about Ladybug, and wondering if there was anything he could have said that would have been better. Encouraged her more, made her job the tiniest bit easier. He can't remember saying anything monumentally stupid like let Ladybug handle it, but he wouldn’t put it past his memory to be a bit faulty on this matter.

How had he not known? How had he missed all the signs? Him of all people, who knows exactly what it's like to be fighting evil in between classes, how it feels knowing that you're the only person standing between genuinely evil beings and your home, what it's like keeping everything secret as you attempt to live a double life without either side crumbling.

He’d messaged her as soon as he got home, a quick are you okay before he realised that her phone was probably turned off if she wanted to have any peace. If Jim was exposed as the Trollhunter, everybody would be too busy with the underground secret society of trolls to really bother him. Ladybug was a national figure, and she’d just been unmasked on live television.

So Jim starts stress baking, because while he can’t make sure that Marinette was okay he can make sure that this pie crust stays perfectly golden brown. It doesn't help much, Marinette and baking being permanently linked in his mind after too many nights spent on the phone trying out new recipes together, but at least he’ll get some muffins out of his anxiety instead of just a sleepless night.

“What happened?” his mother asks when she comes home to a kitchen filled with assorted baked goods. She knows him too well for him to pass it off as nothing, and besides he’s tired of lying, but he doesn’t want to tell her about Ladybug. Maybe she’ll find out, but it’s not his secret to give.

“Marinette’s in trouble,” he says. “I haven’t heard from her, and I can’t...” he trails off, unsure what to say. Can’t stand not knowing, can’t help her from here? Can’t breathe properly until he hears her voice, hears from her that everything will be okay? All true, but saying it won’t change it.

“Oh honey,” his mom says, and she’s hugging him and Jim lets himself fall into the embrace. He hopes Marinette has her parents with her right now, hopes they’re hugging her and letting her melt like he is now, hopes more than anything that she’s safe and happy because she deserves to be.

If she were here nothing would keep him from getting to her house. He’d scale the wall and meet her on her balcony, wait by the back door until somebody let him in, do whatever it took to see her. But all he can do is wait for her to reply.

His phone is ringing. In the moment it takes for his half asleep mind to register the noise he’s already reaching for it. The ringtone is a familiar rock song, one he associates with Marinette before Jagged Stone, and a shot of adrenaline clears all the remaining drowsiness from his mind when he remembers why this call is so important.

“Marinette?” he says, the words tumbling out of his mouth as soon as he presses the button and lifts the phone to his ear, and he hears ragged breathing on the other side.

“Jim,” she gasps, and he feels as though a weight has been lifted from his shoulders.

“Are you okay?” he asks, standing and starting to pace.

“I’m fine,” she says, and then she’s crying. “I wanted to tell you. I’m so sorry.”

“Mari,” he says, wishing that he could be next to her, wrap an arm around her shaking shoulders and hold her close. “I don’t care about that, I’m just glad to hear that you’re safe. You don’t know how worried I was.”

“I didn’t mean to,” she replies, and he can still hear the tears in her voice. He hates the sound, hates her choked gasps as she cries, but would take them any day over not hearing from her at all. “I wanted to tell you, I just couldn’t. Hawkmoth... “

“I know,” he says. “I understand.” And he does, more than she knows, and a knot of guilt forms in his stomach. He knows how it feels to want to tell, to share this incredible burden with your best friend, and he understands exactly what prevents that. “I’m just glad you’re okay. You don’t know how scared I was.”

“I know,” she says, and she sniffles. Her tears seem to be running out, and Jim takes a deep breath.

“What happened?” he says, and then it all comes spilling out. She talks about the plan they had, how she was going to be the distraction, how it all went wrong when they found Hawkmoth’s identity (and something in his chest clenches at that, the scar of an old betrayal aching again), and how the ladybugs repaired all the physical damage but they couldn't undo the unmasking. All of Paris knows who their hero is, after she’s worked so hard to keep it a secret.

“I was so worried you’d be upset,” she says. “It’s been such a big part of my life, and I wanted to tell you, but… ”

“I understand,” he says. “Superheroes always have a secret identity.” She gives an embarrassed laugh at that, and he could picture the blush spreading across her face. “Marinette, would you promise me something?”

“What?” He had been sitting down but now he stands, walking over to the window as he decides how exactly to make his request.

“Please, don’t do this again,” he says. “I know you’re a hero, I know you’re smart and capable and strong, but please. Don’t put yourself in danger like that again.”

“Jim… I don’t think I can promise that,” she says, and Jim nods. It’s part of the job, and he can’t make the same promise back. Though she doesn’t know it he's been as much danger as she was, if not more. And he probably will be again.

“I know, I know,” he sighs. “Just… be careful. Seeing you in danger, and I was too far away to do anything, and I… I haven’t even gotten to tell you…” he trails off as his mind catches up with his words. Tell her what? That she makes him smile more than anybody else, that hearing from her always makes his day better, that when he thought she might have been killed the world felt wrong until he heard her voice? All true, but not what he’d been about to say.

“Jim?” Marinette prompts, and he mentally shakes himself.

“We haven’t even gotten to meet,” he says. “In real life. And you’re not allowed to be hurt before that happens.”

“Right,” she says, a bit of a smile returning to her voice. “But all bets are off after, right?”

“It’ll be different after we meet!” A smile begins to tug at the corners of his mouth. “I’ll be able to protect you.”

“Which one of us is the superhero again?” And just like that they fall back into their usual easy banter, and it feels like nothing has changed. It’s like he always knew, like no secrets have ever hung between them, because more important than her being Ladybug is her being Marinette. Yet woven through it all is a pattern of relief, a whispered we’re here and we’re safe as steady as a heartbeat carrying their conversation.

They talk well into the early hours of the morning, and when his alarm wakes him Jim finds the phone fallen on the pillow next to him. They must have fallen asleep talking, as the phone informs him they spent far more hours on call than he remembers, and there’s a text from her. Goodnight Jim! Thank you.

He holds his phone to his chest and stares at the ceiling, eyes stinging from not enough sleep, and wonders just what he had been about to tell her.

—

They parked a news van outside her house. She kept the curtains drawn and couldn’t go out, communicated to her friends and other heroes over phone calls and video chats. The official press release had been delivered by Rena Rouge and Carapace. Chat Noir had vanished; Marinette told him that his identity wasn’t her secret to share, but he was safe and recovering. But Paris still wanted to hear from Ladybug, and she just wanted to be left alone.

Chloe had surprised both of them by hiring a full bodyguard detail to guard the shop. Marinette thought it was her way of apologizing for some of her earlier behaviour at school, but she was mostly grateful that she hadn’t asked any questions. Her parents were trying to run the shop but kept getting people who just wanted to meet her, and had ended up resorting to mainly doing deliveries to keep gawkers out of their house. Marinette couldn’t leave, and although she tried to stay positive Jim knew she was feeling trapped.

“Come stay with me,” Jim had said, the words out of his mouth before he could think them through. But it made sense. In America less people knew or cared about Ladybug’s secret identity; she could take a vacation and wait out the media storm, return when she could take a walk outside without needing to worry about paparazzi.

It had been a whirlwind of planning, dates and phone calls from both their parents, but the day has finally arrived. Chloe lent Marinette her private jet; her parents will follow in a few days once they can close down the shop and move into a small condo they’ll be renting. So Jim has prepared a spare bedroom, given what little Ladybug memorabilia he has to Toby with threats to keep him from showing her any of it, and warned the trolls that he’ll have a houseguest. He has not informed them that he’ll be telling her about being the Trollhunter. It’ll be easier to ask forgiveness than permission, when they don’t know Marinette like he does. She can keep a secret, and she deserves to know.

He had thought about bringing a sign, but was worried it might call unwanted attention so refrained. Now he wishes that he brought one, if only to have something to hold. What’s he supposed to do with his hands? It’s ridiculous, this is Marinette, but it’s also the first time they’ll be seeing each other in person and he can’t help but feel suddenly uneasy, like something will go very wrong the moment she steps off the plane. What if he steps forward to greet her and steps on her foot? Or trips and falls into her? And that breaks her nose? Or maybe he’ll knock her over completely, and...

His catastrophic thoughts ground to a halt the moment he sees a flash of hair so black it’s almost blue, and suddenly he’s running forward and so is she. They have never met each other before but they’re flying into each other’s arms, and she fits so perfectly it’s like they’ve done this a million times before.

“Hey,” he says, a little breathless as he pulls back to look at her in the eyes, and he’s smiling so broadly that his cheeks hurt. Marinette’s smile is even more beautiful in person.

“Hi,” she replies, and they stand there for a moment in each others’ arms only to jump apart when his mother clears her throat.

“Marinette, it’s good to meet you,” she says, pointedly ignoring the blush spreading across Marinette’s face. Jim can feel his own cheeks heating and suddenly finds the floor very interesting as he attempts to gather himself, to concentrate on all the words he was planning to say instead of only thinking of the way she felt in his arms.

“It’s lovely to meet you too Ms Lake,” Marinette says, composing herself quickly and holding out her hand.

“Please, call me Barbara.” His mom shakes her hand with a warm smile. “How was your flight?”

“It was good, thank you,” she says.

“First class treatment! What was it like?” Jim asks, and she grins at him.

“I saved you some of the pretzels,” she says, pulling out a package of them from her pocket.

“And this is why we’re friends,” he says, and she laughs.

“Because I give you food?”

“No other reason,” he says.

“Glad to hear your friendship is so easily bought,” she teases. “A single pack of stale airline pretzels?”

“Private jet pretzels,” he says. He returns her grin and then their smiles soften. “It’s really good to see you.” The words aren’t enough, can’t convey the sense of rightness he feels at having her here, but she seems to understand anyways.

“You too.” Marinette blushes and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. The moment is broken by a man clearing his throat, somebody who looks like he just walked out of a Men in Black movie which is contrasted by the pastel pink suitcase and duffel bag he’s holding.

“Excuse me ma'am, we can bring your luggage to the vehicle,” he says, and they’re both stepping forward in tandem.

“Oh, thank you but that’s okay,” she says, while he’s saying “I can take that for you,” and thankfully the man doesn’t fight as they pull the luggage from his hands (her with the duffel, him with her suitcase) because even with his Trollhunting-obtained muscle Jim’s not sure he would win a tug-of-war with him.

“Shall we?” his mom says, leading them out to the car, and Jim feels a rush of excitement as it begins to sink in that he can finally show Marinette his home.

“It’s not a limo, but I hope it’s fancy enough,” he says, and she rolls her eyes.

“I’m sure I’ll manage.” Then her mouth quirks up in a grin that he recognizes, and she takes off after his mom. “Race you!” she calls.

“You don’t even know which one is ours!” Jim shouts back, while trying to convince the wheels on her suitcase to maintain a pace they were never built for. They fall into the backseat with flushed cheeks and racing heartbeats, and he spends half the drive home pointing out things for her to finally put an image to and the other half admiring how much better she looks in person compared to a video feed.

—

The creaking floorboard wakes him up. Not that he’d been sleeping too well anyways, his dreams a confused muddle of anxiety he's thankful didn’t break out into a full nightmare. He considers rolling over and trying to go back to sleep, but then remembers that Marinette is here and there’s a chance Draal has ignored all of his warnings and decided a midnight snack is appropriate right now. It takes a moment to locate his house robe and shrugs it on over his pyjamas before creeping into the hallway. Marinette’s door is also open.

He finds her in the kitchen, softly opening cupboards. She’s already located a mug and it’s waiting on the kitchen island, and her eyes go wide and she winces an apology at him when she sees him.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” she says, and he shrugs as he heads for the drawer where they keep their tea bags.

“It’s fine,” he says, holding them up for her to inspect. “Chamomile?” She nods and he starts the kettle boiling. “Jet lag? Or something else?” She looks away, and the dark rims under her eyes are too pronounced to come from one night.

“I don’t think I want to talk about it right now,” she says, and Jim nods. He pours them both a cup and beckons her over to the couch.

“If we use subtitles we can watch something,” he says. “Unless you’d rather be alone.”

“No,” she says, sitting down next to him. She’s wearing a blanket over her shoulders and pulls it up, tucks it around her until only her head and her hand holding her tea are poking out. “Company is good.”

They don’t say anything else as Jim pulls up Beauty and the Beast (the Disney animated one, she’d told him years ago it was her comfort film) and sets the subtitles to French. They’d been speaking English all day with only occasional slips into French, but he thinks she might need something familiar right now. Halfway through the villagers singing about how strange Belle is she shifts and her free hand creeps out of the blankets to the couch cushion between them.

“I keep seeing their faces,” she whispers, the words solemn and heavy. “There were casualties when we fought him.” He hasn’t heard anything about casualties, probably because Lucky Charm always fixes everything at the end of the battle. Everything but the guilt in her voice, the fear in her eyes, the way she flinches when he reaches out and takes her hand in his.

“It was his fault,” he says. “Not yours.” Her breath hitches a little, and he knows she’s on the verge of tears. “You saved them. You did everything you could, and you won.”

“Are you disappointed?”

“What?” He turns and looks at her, the movie forgotten as he tries to figure out what on earth he has to be disappointed about.

“I know you admired her,” she says, her eyes flicking over his face. “Ladybug, I mean. And to find out that it’s just me, and that I’m…”

“Marinette, you’re amazing,” he says honestly, squeezing her hand. “You’re brave and selfless and kind, and the only difference between you and Ladybug was that she had superpowers. You’re a hero with or without them. I could never be disappointed.”

Maybe she moves towards him or he moves forward first, but however it happens they’re bundled together in a hug. She’s shaking, and Jim wishes more than anything that he could take this from her. She doesn’t deserve this burden even if she is strong enough to carry it, and it’s a tragedy she has to.

She pulls back a little and they watch Belle sing about adventure, still wrapped in an embrace made mostly of blankets, and when Maurice heads into the castle he shifts slightly and reaches forward for the box of tissues, silently offering it to her.

“Thank you,” she says, grabbing a few.

“I wish I could help more,” he says, and they both know he’s not talking about the tissues. She looks at him, eyes still a little too wet, and gives him a smile.

“You did,” she says, quiet conviction in her voice. “Jim, you were my rock. Some days the only thing that kept me sane was knowing that I’d be able to talk to you afterwards, even if I couldn’t tell you the details.” He tightens his arm around her shoulder but says nothing, and her face scrunches up in a frown. “It’s true, you know,” she says. “I didn’t need you fighting beside me. I just needed a friend. And you were always there, no matter what time it was or how little I was saying.”

Their minds are likely both flashing over other midnight conversations, texts sent in the middle of classes and calls made by sneaking out of study hall, and although they were sparse on some details like names and events they certainly hadn’t hidden how they were feeling.

He still feels guilty, still wishes that he could have been next to her in that final battle and all the previous ones, but he has to trust that whatever little he was able to offer was enough.

The movie goes on and he feels something in his chest tighten at the library scene, as all the characters sing about something there that wasn’t there before. But was it really, he wonders? He always wants to protect his friends, always wants to help people, but sometime when he wasn’t looking Marinette quietly claimed a piece of his heart that he only just realised was missing. Falling in love with her was so easy, so natural, that the landing was soft enough to go unnoticed.

“I think I’m in love with you,” he whispers as Beauty and her Beast dance through the dazzling ballroom, and his stomach falls at her silence until he looks down and realises she’s drifted off to sleep, head using his lap as a pillow and hands curling around the blanket.

I’ll tell her soon, he promises himself as his own eyelids start to droop. But they have time, and right now they both just need to rest.

—

It was an awful fact that whenever one promised to do something tomorrow the fated day never arrived, forever shoved aside in favor of endless todays until it's suddenly Marinette’s last day staying with him. She still likely has a few more months in Arcadia, but the packed suitcase in the hallway makes him feel like his window's closing. It was so easy to let their conversation be light and easy, to spend their days biking through the town and introducing her to his friends, that he’s managed to put it off until now. But today would be the day.

They’d planned a picnic. Just the two of them, and if he’d actually had this conversation before this could be their first date. She’d insisted on finding a red checkered blanket to spread on the ground (they’d eventually found one in a thrift store) and they’d made each other weird sandwiches (peanut butter, bacon, and banana for him, pear walnut for her), and everything was loaded in his picnic basket. The amulet was in his back pocket.

Maybe it’s better this way, he thinks, staring at his bike like it'll offer some sage wisdom for the situation. If she doesn’t feel the same it would be awkward if she was still in the same house. Or if the trolls freak her out he supposes she won't mind moving, but he can’t help but feel that confession will be the easier out of the two. After all, he’s met Tikki, and kwamis seem a bit more shocking than trolls.

“Ready to go?” Marinette asks, closing the door behind her, and Jim nods and smiles as she mounts her bike.

“No earrings?”

“I think Ladybug deserves a day off,” she says, and he wonders if Tikki knows some of what he wants to say and has decided to give them alone time. “Let’s go!”

She’d memorized the layout of the town very quickly, something she credited to years of biking being her main transportation through Paris. She also had a bad habit of looking for cars driving the wrong way while crossing the road, and he was trying to at least get her to look both ways before darting out into the street. His caution has sadly not yet caught on, and she’s quickly outpacing him as they ride towards the woods.

They dismount and leave their bikes behind a bush before walking further into the woods, Marinette admiring the surroundings with wide eyes.

“No forests in Paris?” Jim asks, and she shrugs.

“There’s some parks, but nothing this size,” she says. “And this is just here. You can walk in any direction and run into more forest.”

“Maybe we can go camping,” Jim suggests. “When your parents have gotten settled in, we can spend a weekend at Yosemite or something.” He hasn’t gone camping in years, but he’s learned plenty of wilderness survival skills from Blinky. Granted he was fairly certain only a few of them applied to humans, but it would still be fun. He’d probably find trollish lessons fun if he was doing them with Marinette.

They plan their camping trip as they cross a river, and Marinette’s laugh distracts Jim enough that his foot slips off a rock and ends up drenched in river water. She’s concerned at first but soon enough they’re both laughing over it, and they finally reach the clearing. Buttercups and daisies dot the grass between dandelions, and they spread the blanket and lie down, looking up at the cloudless sky.

“I bet the stars out here are beautiful,” Marinette says. “We have to come back some time at night and stargaze.”

“I can try and borrow Toby’s telescope,” Jim agrees. “Have you gone stargazing before?”

“Not really,” she says. “You can’t see too many in Paris from light pollution, and my nights were usually too busy to stop and look. You?”

“Same,” he says. “I’ve tried to pick out constellations a few times, but I’m terrible at it. They all look the same to me.”

“You just have to start with what you know!” Marinette says. “Find Orion’s belt or the Big Dipper and go from there.”

“So you have gone stargazing!” He props himself up on an elbow to look at her, and she shakes her head.

“No, I’ve just used star maps,” she says. “I was making a skirt design that used constellations and I wanted it to be accurate!”

“You know you could probably just make random dots and nobody would know the difference, right?”

“I would know the difference!” she says, sitting up. “Haven’t you ever taken pride in your work? Done it right for the sake of doing so?”

“Of course! I used to drive my mom crazy by insisting on making pie crusts from scratch.”

“They taste better that way!”

“Exactly! But I never had time to make them, so we went without pie for a while until I caved and went store bought.”

“Jim!” she gasps, her hand covering her mouth in faux horror. “Never let my parents hear you say that, they’ll never let us speak again!”

“Scandalous, I know!” he agrees. “But if I have you to ask for help I won’t need to resort to such desperate measures in the future.”

“You can spend all day baking with my dad, he’ll love it,” she says. “He thinks that’s the best way to get to know somebody, so expect an interrogation while making a layer cake.”

“An interrogation? Don’t they already know me?” Marinette blushes and looks away.

“They do, but not as well as they want to,” she says. He sits up, but she still refuses to meet her gaze. “After all, they think… well…”

Tell her now, his mind screams at him. This is the perfect time! But suddenly his tongue is made of lead. “Marinette,” he says, and it’s a wonder she can hear him over the sound of his suddenly too loud heartbeat. But hear she does, and her head turns towards him maybe a little too quickly.

“Yes?”

“I…” And despite how much he wants to tell her, for whatever reason the only words he can force out of his mouth are “Would you like a sandwich?”

“Oh,” she says, deflating a little. “Yeah, sure.” His hands tremble a little as he opens up the picnic basket and passes her the food. He grabs his as well; the plan is for them to take the first bite at the same time, but he’s not sure if he can manage to eat anything from the way his stomach is twisting. “Ready?” Marinette says with a grin, but it’s not as wide as it was before.

“Wait,” he says, and she wrinkles her nose at him.

“This is a bad time to tell me you’re allergic to peanut butter,” she says, and he smiles.

“Not that,” he says. “I was actually going to tell you… well, I…” She doesn’t say anything, just stares at him with eyes bluer than the sky, and Jim wonders why this moment is harder than leaping into the Darklands.

“Marinette, you’re a great friend,” he says, and he wants to kick himself as he sees her face fall. “That’s not what I meant!” he says, and now she just looks confused. “I mean, I wanted to say that while I love our friendship, I also… I might think of you as more. More than a friend.” HIs cheeks are ablaze and he can’t meet her gaze, instead choosing to focus on his sandwich. The pickle juice will make the bread soggy, but eating it is the last thing on his mind.

“Jim, is this a date?” Marinette asks, and her voice is soft enough that he can’t discern her feelings.

“Maybe,” he says. “It can be, if you want it to be.” And he’s so ready to hear her gently turn him down (he knows she likes Adrien, and he’s just Jim! He can’t hold a candle to an actual model) that he almost misses her reply.

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes, I’d like this to be a date.” He looks at her, and he’s never seen anybody look as happy as she does in that moment.

“You mean you-”

“Yeah,” she says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I think I’ve liked you for a while now. I just wasn’t sure how to bring it up.”

“Me neither,” he says. “I thought Adrien-”

“We’re friends,” she says. “And Claire?”

“Friends,” he says. They went on a date once and it was terribly awkward, and at the end they agreed a platonic relationship was better. But he doesn’t want to think about Claire right now, not when Marinette is there and she apparently likes him too. “I figured it out when I was watching the battle,” he confesses.

“Because you learned I was Ladybug?” she asks, and he shakes his head.

“Because I realised I couldn’t lose you,” he says. “It was more of a catalyst than a deciding factor.” It’s not Ladybug he fell in love with, it’s Marinette and all the little things about her that make her extraordinary.

“I figured it out on the plane ride over,” she says. “Alya told me to tell her all the details about ‘my new boyfriend’ and I spent the whole flight thinking about that.”

“Oh,” he says, and his cheeks are beginning to hurt from his smile. “I should have told you sooner, shouldn’t I?”

“Yes!” Marinette agrees with a laugh. “We could have been dating this whole time!”

“It’s only been a few days,” he says. “And besides, I don’t think we would have done anything too different.” Now that he thinks about it a lot of their excursions around the town could have been dates: going to the museum, petting the dogs in the pet shop, eating at his favourite cafe, visiting the library.

“I could have done this sooner,” she says, and she leans forward and kisses him. It’s a quick peck on his cheek, but he feels as though a shock of electricity has gone through him. “Sorry,” she says, pulling back. “I should have asked first.” But he puts down his sandwich and reaches out for her, slowly cupping her cheek.

“May I?” he asks, and she nods. And he lowers his lips to hers.

It’s not like a dream, or something magical. It’s better than that because it’s real, he’s really and truly here with Marinette and they are kissing, and when he finally pulls back he can’t help but marvel at the flushed and beaming expression she’s wearing because of him.

“You’re lucky I did that before I ate the sandwich,” he says, and she laughs.

“I’d let you even with pickle breath,” she says, and not even the strange food combinations they’ve made can cause their smiles to dim. They eat and exchange the second half of their sandwiches, and drink lemonade and eat apples and toss the cores as far as they can (he’s got more strength, but yo yo throwing has made her accuracy unbeatable). And as the shadows are beginning to lengthen he doesn’t want to leave, exit this perfect afternoon and go to the next moment where he’ll have to let the rest of the world into this new and wonderful thing, but decides that since the future will hold second and third dates and hopefully many dates after that it won’t be so terrible letting this one end.

“I'm really glad that you finally told me,” she says as they pack up the picnic, shaking the crumbs off the blanket before folding it. “Despite how hard it was to get the words out.”

“Next time I’ll just use Romeo’s speech,” he says. “But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Marinette is the sun.”

“I’ll need to brush up on my Shakespeare if I want to keep up,” she says, and he shrugs.

“If you want, but I can’t think of anything better than you,” he says. “The words you speak, I mean. And the way you say things.” His cheeks are burning again, but she smiles at him and gives him another kiss.

“Sometimes you talk too much,” she says, and he nods and kisses her again. All good things must come to an end, as kisses are limited by lung capacity, but he can’t bring himself to mind now that the prospect of many more kisses await both of them in the future.

“If this is the result, I don’t think I mind being unmasked,” she tells him, and he nods. “Plus, we don’t need to play the awkward secret identity game this way.” With a flash he remembers that there were two things he wanted to tell her about, and while he doesn’t think this will be a dealbreaker he’d much rather get it out of the way sooner rather than later. He’s learned his lesson about hiding things from Marinette.

“Actually, there was one more thing I wanted to tell you about,” he says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the amulet.

#my fic #jimari #jiminette #ml fic #trollhunters fic #jim lake jr #marinette dupain cheng #trollhunters #miraculous ladybug #today on fics that turned out much longer than i thought they'd be #'i can write fluff!' i say 4k words into this. 'it just takes some time!'#i don't think i'm capable of writing about these characters without thinking about the implications #jimari secret santa 2020

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moist-astronaut · 4 years ago

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things my friends and I have said over the last year

“I’m verbally illiterate” “Isn’t that called dyslexia”

“I’m going to chemistry and I’m gonna light myself on fire” “No” “Damnit let me burn like the witch I am!”

“Don’t worry it’s not anti-Christ it’s just anti-government”

“I’ve been getting migraines everyday and I’m considering chopping my head off” “But that would kill you” “Two birds one stone!!”

“I swear to god I will hug you” “My house is 5 miles away and my doors are locked” “Your locks are FEABLE”

*writing an email* “Bitch comma”

“Ok but I could be a top” *laughing* “What I totally could be!” *laughing and crying for literally 6 minutes straight*

*on a group call, friends cat misha walks into the room* “Tell misha I would live and die for her, whichever she prefers” “She says thank you” *cat noises*

*joins discord vioce chat at 11:26 pm* “You guys are gae but I love you” “Thank you saeren very cool” “Goodnight” *leaves chat at 11:28pm*

“Jake jake jake jjjake -j-jaaake hey jake” “W H A T” “Can I eat your pens” “I literally have a restraining order against you”

“I’m educatn’t”

“Me calling you to dumb to be a slytherin is payback for you leaving multiple handprint bruises on my legs” “It’s not my fault your skin is weak”

“He’s rolling so that we can walk” *rolling in the grass and collecting leaves on his jacket* “I’m rolling for your sins”

“There are 7 of us so we can each be a deadly sin” “I wanna be Ross” “You mean wrath?” “No that dude from Friends”

“Ok but other than his strict attraction to women, his multiple wives, his hatred of gay people, and the fact that he is dead, what is standing between me and Joseph Smith the All American Hottie from being happy together”

“Consider: Mullet” “No”

“I do my homework while loudly eating a pop tart asmr”

“No no listen, he’s my brother, he’s a bastard of my dynasty…I might just ransom him off”

“These Norwegian bastards indroduced a fucking PLUAGE to my COUNTRY”

“Ooooo meth”

“Half of my life is me resisting the urge to sing the zaboomafoo themesong, the other half is me actually singing the zaboomafoo themesong. So either way my entire life revolves around zaboomafoo.”

“I just don’t think I would hire a gay man-wait no I’m not homophobic”

*chucks half a gallon of milk in a gas station* “-ah- got milk?”

“Gimme your sternum boy”

“Nooooooo he stole my sternum!!!” (Side note these were two separate occasions)

*being force fed milk duds* “No!! This is the worst way to die!!”

“Hey babe come over I have a hammock and a heated blanket”

“Be afraid, be prepared- IN THE WORDS OF SCAR”

“Stress eating stress gummies Stress eating stress gummies Stress eating stress gummies stress eating-”

“I thought to myself ‘Y’know if I die today this is how I want to be remembered- a leather skirt and leg warmers’”

“I think I’m telling you to go to sleep” “You’re gonna have make me” “I can’t tell if this is cry for help or flirting” “Yes”

“This is at best cannibalism and at worst being straight”

“Oh look Percy Jackson’s here now, ooh they replaced every character’s face with Mr. Bean. I hate it”

“You can’t be mean to me! I’m gay AND a woman! That’s a hate crime!” “Yeah well I’m brown and Muslim! Square the fuck up bitch!”

“Babe it’s not very metal to be afraid of your hair dresser” “It’s not very metal to have a hair dresser and yet here we are” “It’s fine you’re into glam metal”

“Hey augie, got any grrrrrrapes?” “I’m doing IXL :(“

“Can I come?” “No” “What if I bring watermelon?” “You can come, leave the watermelon, then leave” “:(“

“What in the jersey shore”

“Rad’nt”

“Ok but consider: Mullet-hawk” “I can and will divorce you”

“Dee-vorce 👏 Just to 👏 re-vorce 👏 👏 “

“Ah yes, that’s why I’m fat…for combat reasons…”

“You fool I consent!”

“My Boston fern is being a bitch but that’s because it’s winter and that’s BITCH season”

“You walk through the rest of the house and it’s like ‘ooo witchy and aesthetic’ then they’ll get to the guest room and it’ll just be a tacky twink Fever dream”

“Who needs a scalp”

“HeHe, sexing”

“Council has decided, your vibes are rancid (and not the band)”

“You’re never to young to hate women”

“Look at me I did the dishes I’m a 1950s housewife with a strangely new jersey accent and affinity for lesbianism”

“Well look who has the table now”

"contrary to popular belief, fuck you"

"There's nothing here that requires whisking, i'm just problematic"

"If you could go anywhere in the world with two people, who would you choose?" “New Orleans!”

"So he proceeded to bite me on the butt...like, really, really hard."

“I don’t cheat, I win. It’s not cheating if it’s consensual.”

“My mouth, my choice”

“Do you like my ombré of a tan"

“Who’s the cutest in the chat right now then?” “It’s Paige!” “No, it’s obviously Augie.” (paige's boyfriend)-said by a straight man

“Francis is just a one and done.”

“Would you ever have a threesome?” “...yes...” *To Francis* “Sure!”

“How do you feel about anal sex?”

“Of the people in this room, who would you most want to make out with?” “Augie” “The answer is yes, but only if it’s 6 feet apart.”

“Square, flat, and overcooked.”

“The virus would be over if everyone would breathe underwater for 5 minutes.”

“I have daddy issues, but not with my father.”

“You’re a ladies man but you have two boyfriends.”

“That means lesbian in sign language” “No, that means fuck boy in American”

“I’m like a parasite, you can’t get rid of me. I’m here forever.”

“You’re like my long term hit man”

“Is it Jake?” “No, why would the evil Russian man be Jake?” “Because he would never hire a gay man and you don’t look like a gay man”

“Jake is homophonic, Augie is racist, and Francis is a woman hater!”

"Grew a korean radish, 1 star"

"I've got more cause i'm a rich boy, and by that i mean my father sometimes buys avocados. And that's on what? Upper middle class"

"Tell your good for nothing boyfriend to stay away from my mom"

"It's not inciting violence it's just ~inspiring it~ "

"Listen bitch just because you have avacados and a roomba doesn't make you better then me"

"i would totally let narthex ruin my life. and that's on what? daddy issues and bisexuality"

"who is titty"

"how is he racist" "he hates the french and russians right?" "don't forget italians" "that's just self loathing"

"This is the last time i wear a thong- it's for educational purposes"

"babe come over i'm a burrito"

"he put bread with milk. luckily he passed away"

"you touched my wiener!" "you offered it!"

"foot'nt"

"i took a shower and realized the floor doesn't bounce"

"i love ass whoooaaaaaa i meant cassie"

"Rosalie you're the deciding vote. Be decisive." "Dude i'm bisexual and a gemini. what're you talking about?"

"Okay so to recap: jake is homophobic, augie is racist, francis is a woman hater, and now paige is a bunny abuser?"

"Just bring a watermelon keychain and it'll be fine" "Whooaaaa i'm gonna need a big key then"

"If you were blind what would you even see"

Post Traumatic Youth, plus D for danny's disorder"

"i think she's past the phase where she likes people just because they're russian"

"francine is a lesbian, but only during quarantine"

"don't be a home wrecker!" "i can't help it!"

"we are not doing coed tents" "i wanted to go purple-ing though"

"if it's not perfect i'm gonna through hands" "with who" "i don't know, the CEO of stupid"

"don't make me feel guilty for bullying you"

"it doesn't look very cash money cool but okay"

"slinky cat" (ferret)

"The pond behind my house didn't freeze all the way through this winter, so i couldn't go ice skating" "okay, so i have an idea. we can go to walmart and get-" "ANTI FREEZE!" "well, yes- wait, no. No, the more i think about that definitely no."

"The amish will win, the amish will prevail" "the amish will conquer us all!"

"He do be kinda mafia doh"

"i'm being sneaky sneak. stairs go creaky creak. and i need. DRUGZ"

"brain on shutdown, power saving mode"

"Somebody go tip her, she's dancing like a stripper" "thatd be nice- oh wait no!"

"fellas, is it gay to lick your homies eyeball?"

"it's not racist if you're only targeting one group of people" "that literally racism" "but what if they're french"

"i'm not racist yet but the option is available, and it's good to have options"

"they don't call me Mr. Steal Yo Boy for nothing!" -a straight man who has a girlfriend

"i think he has a bad habit of not dating girls"

"kinda hot tho 🥵 in a Santa Claus kinda way...hoe hoe hoe"

"i'll be your hot jacuzzi bubble dealer"

"when deceit and doubt fills you up, you cleanse your mind through creative activities, such as making organic soap"

"friendly reminder #4: you're never to old to eat a freezie-pop"

"sorry i'm just nervous" Chinese Teacher: (Waving her hand in front of her face) “Just pretend I’m cabbage.”

"me when my dads name is publicly broadcasted on the radio for his 14 felonies and assorted war crimes"

"<@!523669420435046401> I sentence you to a solid nine by the banhammer. For your crimes against Humanity, God, Satan, and Matt Frank. See you in hell."

"Danny, just because you're playing *Just Cause* doesn't mean you need to Just Cause our friendship!"

"Silly Matt! You fell for the ole’ Heimlich maneuver!”

"i got a bunch of new shirts over quarantine" "you would"

"Ok, there's a 32 year old doctor in new Jersey dying right now" "Yeah, but to be fair everyone in new jersey has a pre-existing condition"

“This is the longest period of time we’ve had without a Nintendo direct” “Maybe they’re gonna make a Nintendo indirect?”

"you’re looking extra white today.” "thanks i've been practicing"

"do you have any batteries" *looks inside shirt* "not yet"

"let's go colonize the middle school!" "yyayayyayayay!!!" " wait I gotta ask my mom first" What happened next is know called the *Juniors burden*

"oh so you're a DOWNSTAIRS milk kinda guy"

"you are literally the human embodiment of crumbs in a bed"

"The Berk-ey Creamery isn’t a place, it’s a people!”

"He shoved a floating joy-con straight up his flux-capacitor.” "great! now it's paired"

"No, that isnt armor, the real armor are the friends you made along the way"

"This one goes out to all my lady friends out there *proceeds to kill himself in game*

"i'm a coward" "that's what a coward would say!"

"rest is for cowards and fools"

"every time you speak you take years off my life"

"Shark dick hoo ha ha"

"Me and the boys brushing our teeth at 3 AM"

"remember if you kill yourself the fascists win"

"The Beatles aren’t real. Have you ever seen a beatle? No? Exactly." "Babe” "Shut up I’m right."

*reading over these quotes* "god i hate that" "you said that!"

#ghost talks #long post

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glitterblazercalum · 4 years ago

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OKAY this one made me laugh so “I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.” whoever u want xoxo bella ps i did steal that sign off from you thanks love

well, it’s been a Long Time since you sent this. I started off writing something completely different that somehow took an angsty turn so here’s a piece of princess diaries!sos instead:

On his way up to the 42nd floor of the Waldorf-Astoria, Michael reminisces about how much he used to love Thursday afternoons. He’d had the apartment to himself until at least seven in the evening, so he’d been free to play video games, completely undisturbed, right from the minute he got home from school.

Today, after school, he’d hurried into a town car, fumbled his way through changing into a more ‘princely’ outfit, whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean, rushed through as much homework as he could get done on the drive over to Grandmère’s hotel, and hadn’t even had time to grab a snack in between. The last one could probably be remedied fairly easily, if he was willing to subject himself to the ridiculous canapés room service always sent up when he called to request “snacks.”

The royalty lessons, or whatever Grandmère had taken to calling them, were, without a doubt, the bane of Michael’s existence. Today’s was supposedly being handled by Pytor, Duke of Some Tiny Piece of Land, and Michael couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do less than get off of the elevator.

At least with Grandmère, there was a sense of ease throughout the lesson, the ability to laugh at themselves. Grandmère had grown up like a normal person, so she understood where Michael was coming from.

Pytor, on the other hand, was the most ridiculous person Michael had ever met and he’d clearly been raised as a royal; there was a sense of superiority and entitlement that lingered in the air around him almost as much as his god-awful cologne did.

That same cologne is the first thing to greet him as soon as he finally musters the strength to step into the lavish suite that Grandmère is currently calling home. Calum immediately wanders off, apparently deciding that his role as a bodyguard need not apply any longer. He’s not wrong, considering how much security is milling around outside the suite and hotel, but Michael resents the lack of solidarity anyways.

“Ah, Miguel! Wonderful of you to finally join us!” Pytor trills, sweeping into the room in a billow of floral-patterned silk.

“It’s Michael. Genovians speak French, so it’d be Michael there, too.”

Pytor waves a hand around and replies, “You say potato, I say potato.”

“You just said it the same way both times. You’re literally proving my point.”

Pytor narrows his eyes at him and asks, “Weren’t you told to stop wearing those glasses?”

“I don’t remember anyone saying anything along those lines, actually. Maybe the cologne fumes are making you hallucinate?”

As Pytor indignantly draws himself up to respond, Grandmère’s voice echoes from down the hall, “Boys, get on with the lesson!”

With no shortage of barely concealed glee, Pytor says, “Today, we’ll be covering the art of charm. Charisma, as it’s often referred to, in association with my name. Flirtation. And perhaps… even seduction.”

He decides to ignore Calum’s cackling from the next room over and says, “Oh, hell no. If this gets anywhere near seduction, I’m abdicating and calling the authorities on you. I’m sure someone’ll find some fraud charges somewhere in your past. ”

Pytor clicks his tongue in disapproval. “You Americans are overly concerned with the law.”

“Just get on with the lesson.”

Calum strolls back into the living room and smirks, “You know, I think I’ll stay and watch this one.” Michael contemplates smashing himself over the head with the physics textbook in his backpack.

“So, Miguel —”

“Not my name.”

“Putain, fine, have it your way. Michael, I’m going to use a — how you say… pick-up line on you.”

“No.”

“That wasn’t a question. I will use the pick-up line, and you will respond as charmingly as you can, not that I expect much before I teach you my ways.”

“Calum, aren’t you supposed to protect me from danger? This is seriously endangering my emotional wellbeing,” Michael pleads.

“My contract only covers physical danger. Emotional threats are beyond my paygrade.”

“Fuck you.”

“You sure about that? Thought you liked that guy As—”

Michael slaps his hands over Calum’s mouth and yells, “Pytor, just get on with it already!”

Pytor’s expression somehow shifts to be even more sleazy than usual and, in a perfect American accent, he drawls, “Hey, baby, are you from Tennessee? Because you’re the only ten I see.”

Internally, Michael is screaming loud enough to wake the dead, but he refuses to let Pytor know that he’s already gotten to him. “No, I’m from New York. Looks like we have nothing in common, bye!”

Pytor is utterly unfazed and immediately fires off another one, “Hey, baby, are you from outer space? Because you’re out of this world.”

“We literally just established that I’m from New York. Are you not even paying attention to what I’m saying? This is a terrible way to get someone to go on a date with you.”

This time, there’s a tiny bit of irritation in Pytor’s voice when he says, “I thought ‘happiness’ started with ‘h’ but it looks like mine starts with ‘u’.”

“Have you ever been tested for dyslexia? Many people go their whole lives without knowing they have it.”

“For fuck’s sake, Michael, just flirt back. I’d like to get out of here before the sun rises tomorrow,” Calum interjects.

Michael just flips him off in response. Grandmère conveniently happens to be walking by at that moment and gives him a disapproving shake of her head.

Pytor continues with, “I’m not an electrician, but I can light up your life.” Where is he even getting all of these from? There’s no way real people have ever said these with the intention of flirting and succeeded in getting a date.

Michael groans and flops fully onto the sofa, posture be damned. “I’m way too sober for this.”

“You don’t even drink.”

Michael whirls back around to Pytor and demands, “How would you— oh. Shut up, Cal. You don’t know about everything that I do or don’t do.”

“Knowing that is quite literally my job, so. Wrong, again,” Calum replies, looking infuriatingly calm.

“Well, even if I didn’t drink before, the last hour’ll be what drives me to start.”

Pytor claps his hands together and says, “What a wonderful idea! I’ll go get some cocktails from the bar downstairs.”

Before Michael can ask why he needs to go all the way downstairs when there’s a Costco-sized selection within the various rooms of the suite, Pytor has already left.

Michael turns back to Calum and incredulously asks, “D’you think… I actually made him mad? Is that why he’s left?”

Grandmère sticks her head back into the room to say, “You’ll have to teach me that trick, mon chéri. God knows how many times I’ve wished for him to leave but suffered through his presence in the name of decorum.”

Michael shoots her a conspiratorial smile and says, “I bet he’d be even angrier if you let me leave before he comes back.”

Grandmère heaves a long-suffering sigh and decides, “I suppose that’s alright. Though, only for today. And I expect you to arrive exactly on time for Sunday afternoon’s high tea. We’ll be meeting with a baron.”

“Yep, yep, I’ll be here!” he says, dashing around to gather all of his stuff together before she changes her mind. “Bye, Grandmère!

-=-=-=-=-

When he gets home, he still has an hour and a half to play Resident Evil 2 and he feels the joy of Thursday afternoons once more.

#5sos #5sos fandom #5sos fic #crackfic #my writing #prompts #princess diaries but make it 5sos #michael clifford #calum hood #my fic #this is so stupid I'm sorry it exists #also completely forget that helen wrote something similar a while ago so credit to helen for subconsciously inspiring me <3

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cinnalock · 5 years ago

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TWST Mond Twin Headcanons

((A masterlist of all the random facts and trivia bits for the Mond twins. I may create separate posts of new things in the future, but those new bits will always be added/archived in this post! As with some of my other character lists/profiles, a “last edited” date will be posted to inform when the last addition was.

Diamond Crown Academy, Katherine’s school, is created by @phoenix-manga.

Last Edited: 5-15-2020, added DCA Festival headcanons, corrected an old headcanon, newly added headcanons are in bold font.))

GENERAL HEADCANONS: headcanons that don't necessarily fit into a specific category, mainly little general snippets about the twins.

The Mond twins are a...peculiar set of siblings. They're friendly enough at their own schools, but get them together and you'll likely never see one without the other. They're very attached and seem to only trust each other. Despite how nice they seem, there always seems to be the aura that you talking to them feels like you're intruding in their space and better play by their rules because of it.

There's a rumor that the twins aren't entirely human, if they're human at all. Some believe they're fae or fairy. The twins have never addressed these rumors themselves and, if confronted with them, tend to give vague answers that neither confirm nor deny. Some believe that in of itself confirms the rumors, but the Monds have been known to be mischievous and may simply get entertainment out of confusing their classmates.

Despite their cunning, secretive behavior, the twins aren't bad or evil. They're mainly mischievous and distrustful of others. They're neutral at their worst, just wanting to protect each other above all else. They might relish in the chaos of something like a prank, but destruction and devastation doesn't sit well with them. They're not above schmoozing and sweet-talking to get something like an extension on homework or the last tart in the lunch line, but they wouldn't betray a friend to serve themselves. Ultimately, it's better to be on their good side, but being on their bad side isn't much of an inconvenience, unless the situation is very, VERY bad.

In regards to the above headcanon, the twins mostly represent characters that appear to be on the villain’s side before ultimately abandoning or straight-up betraying them, or characters that you’re absolutely sure are the main villains before the actual villain’s plot comes to light and you realize they were working against the evil.

"Canonically" for TWST Katherine might not be part of NRC due to the "all-boys school" angle, but at the very least she'd visit a lot; if she was part of a NRC dorm, it would be Ignihyde like her brother despite everyone and their grandmother expecting her to be sorted into Pomefiore. In Ignihyde, she'd specialize in web design, but she'd also have a knack for engineering; seeing various pieces like a giant puzzle to put together to make things work. Many classmates would come to her for help with building their own PCs.

Thomas and Katherine share a bank account, but have their own cards attached to it. Both earn relatively the same amount of money in their side jobs. Thomas' payments might be more substantial in the moment, but Katherine is commissioned much more frequently, either through bulk orders of products made by her own hand or companies paying substantial amounts for the rights to various recipes they pay her to concoct.

As proud as Thomas is of his sister's accomplishments, Katherine sends him a hysterical amount of perfumed goods of her own creation, asking for critiques. He does what he can, but to reduce them overwhelming his dorm room, he usually does his initial "testing" with them once before leaving them in a box on Pomefiore's doorstep.

Katherine's animal companion at DCA is an orchid mantis named Lamarie; while normally only the companion's owners can hear them speak, Thomas can hear Lamarie talk as well.

Lamarie is a very conceited, boastful little bug to the point where Vil would describe her as "full of herself" if he could hear her speak. Despite her selfish attitude, she cares about Katherine dearly and will go to great lengths to protect her, even if the effort isn't always necessary.

The Monds use a similar fragrance mainly comprising of cloves and fresh rosemary. Thomas' cologne also contains hints spearmint and bergamot. Katherine's perfume also contains hints of lavender and patchouli. Their respective scents are present in various products made by Katherine, and they regularly bathe with the pure oil mixtures stirred into their bath water. This leaves their smells being particularly persistent (almost overwhelming) and while Katherine says there's no magic additives, non- or weak-magicked beings tend to find themselves being slowly entranced or even "hypnotized" by the smell after a certain period, weakening their resolve and rationality.

While their favorite food is chestnuts, both of the twins' favorite dish is chicken curry, though Katherine likes Indian-style curry while Thomas likes Japanese-style curry. While both enjoy a certain level of spiciness, they tend to exaggerate their ability to tolerate it, leading to some...interesting scenarios when the host/cook takes their word on such.

While curry is their favorite food, Katherine enjoys caviar tasting, though Thomas finds caviar gross. However, Thomas enjoys artisan cheeses while Katherine loathes it.

Both twins love boba drinks, particularly ones with lots of fancy toppings. Thomas eats the toppings out of the whip cream with a spoon before drinking, Katherine likes to drink the toppings through her straw as they sink into the drink.

The twins are relatively neutral when it comes to sweets, though once in a blue moon they get plagued by a ravenous sweet tooth. They prefer baked goods over candy when it comes to satisfying their sugar cravings. Thomas is a straightforward cake-lover, especially chocolate (god tier: chocolate lava cake); Katherine will say her favorite dessert is French macarons because of the aesthetic, but she'll sneak out at the crack of dawn to get donuts for the aforementioned sugar craving above.

Thomas is naturally gifted in herbology and plant-based magic. Katherine grew into it in her teens with lots of training and practice, but she had the terrible luck of frequently killing plants when she was a child. When Thomas discovered his affinity, he'd often revive the plants to keep Katherine from crying. Katherine's prized possession is a lamb's tail succulent Thomas gave her when they were kids that he guided her into keeping alive. Thomas doesn't have a passion for herbology, but he keeps a small potted lilac tree in his dorm, as Katherine gave it to him as the first plant she was able to successfully grow during her first year at DCA.

On the flip side, Thomas could burn cereal as a child. Like how he helped Katherine with gardening, Katherine has tried to help his cooking skills. He learned well enough, but without a dedicated cooking class at NRC (chemistry being the closest thing, which HAS surprisingly helped), his learning process has been slow. He's an okay cook now, and what he does make is at least edible if not enjoyable, but it's definitely not pretty. (Thomas: *standing casually in front of a collapsed cake* "Started making it. Had a breakdown. Bon appetite.")

While Thomas is in the board game club, if the club is cancelled or on the days it doesn't meet, he sometimes sits in on magical shift or track and field clubs to help get regular exercise in; he also helps in tutoring/instructing junior students in the clubs.

If the gardening research club doesn't meet, Katherine might show up to the greenhouse/club room to watch and fuss over the plants, even if she doesn't actually interfere with them because she wants to be a good gardener. Sometimes other clubs, usually the volleyball club, will drag her to their meetings to keep her from worrying.

Thomas is usually on the magical shift team for Ignihyde during the tournament, but he's willing to yield his position on the team if there's 7 players stronger than he is.

BACKSTORY HEADCANONS: headcanons relating to their backstory or explanations of how their origins affect other aspects of their life.

The twins were taught how to read, write, and most basic skills by Mim, including how to use magic. This was to her advantage so they could be independent enough to follow her orders (and not bother her when she had no tasks for them).

However, King Arthur adapted magic into his being over his long life, both by being tutored by Merlin for so long and then over the course of his main journeys and triumphs. Spending so much time with the twins as kits, he imbued them with a little of this magic and is the main reason they remember him so well despite how young they were.

In short, the twins had an adaptation to both good and black magic when they were young.

The twins can change between being human and being squirrels. They themselves have wondered if they could transform midway into a hybrid form, but they’re worried about getting “stuck” and haven’t tried. They also don’t want to try because being born as squirrels is a secret they’ve kept from their classmates (they believe it’s a secret to the teachers and staff as well, but both Crowley and Citrouille are well aware of this, despite not knowing full details of the twins’ origins).

Since Mim is an incredibly powerful sorcerer, the twins adapted a human lifespan once they were transformed by her. They were only a few months old as young squirrels when she transformed them and they had become children as humans, but they also started to age as humans as time went on.

The twins adore mainstream human cuisine, but they still have the tendency to snack on nuts and berries they pluck straight off the plant. They have to be careful of this habit because while they can digest certain things like fresh acorns, they have to be mindful that someone might notice them eating raw foods that would normally be poisonous to humans, such as uncooked acorns.

Naturally, the twins excel at Animal Linguistics. They have to be particularly careful about this because animals on campus risk revealing the twins’ secret to other students proficient in Animal Linguistics if they’re spotted transforming. They have to feign natural excellency at the subject as humans, but also not be found out when transforming into squirrels to use their natural forms to their advantage.

The twins don’t remember Merlin very well from the short time he was looking after them. While he seemed kind enough in wanting to save them from Mim, they’re not interested in reuniting with him because they don’t know his true intentions.

What they don’t know is that Merlin had managed to locate them when they started school, but has decided to leave them alone for the most part. His original agreement with Arthur’s son was to make sure they were released safely into the wild and he sees their current situation as a way to interpret it. He’s normally away, but sometimes he checks in, guiding them as a disembodied voice or animating objects to lead them in the right direction. The twins write this off as normal absurdity in their magic-filled schools and don’t realize it’s him.

The twins weren't sorted into Savanaclaw or Sagamore despite being animal-humans partially because they're not clear hybrids. Another, bigger reason is that their memories from being in nature are not pleasant ones (first being orphaned as kits and then living under Mim's hand) and they want to distance themselves from nature and their "origins" as much as possible.

They put a lot of effort into learning as much as they could about the modern world in such a short amount of time. Their knowledge is certainly passable, but they still slip up here and there. They prioritized learning alchemy for potions that could help them stay awake to study longer or help retain information a bit better. The same came with learning how to use computers as they noticed it was important in the current society. It was difficult for them when they were in hiding before they enrolled, but their fear possibly being enslaved by another witch encourage them to study hard and get stronger in both knowledge and resolve.

Lamarie knows they’re origins and the twins know she knows, but she keeps their secret to respect their wishes and protect Katherine, worried that the witch from their past might be trying to find them.

Lilia and Malleus are also highly aware that the twins aren't human, but they keep it to themselves.

One reason the twins use such strong fragrances in their products is because when they were still hiding at NRC, one persistent Savannaclaw student could pick up on their scent in rooms they were previously in during the night. Even if they were in human form in that room, the student specifically mentioned picking up on the scent of "squirrel" so it lead the twins to believe that even as humans their natural scent/musk smells animalistic. They threw the student off their literal scent before he could find them out by slipping a potion into his drinks and food to give him horrible allergies for the rest of his time at NRC, making him unable to smell clearly until he graduated.

IN-GAME HEADCANONS: headcanons regarding how the twins would work as canon characters in the actual game.

Thomas' unique magic is called "Found Your Weak Spot". He zeroes in on an opponent's weakness, whether it's physical, emotional, or magical and identifies how to exploit it; his attacks become critical.

Katherine's unique magic is called "Take a Deep Breath". A pleasant, but abundant fragrance overtakes her opponents, confusing their minds and slowing their movements, making their attacks much easier to dodge.

If they were in the game, they'd have an overblot boss battle as a special event. During the event, a side story would unfold where the player finds out about their past. The event would reward the player for participating by giving them rare cards where the twins unlock a human-squirrel hybrid form (similar to Savanaclaw students). The cards would depict stories of the twins trying to come to terms with being more open about their origins with their classmates, as well as trying to adjust to their hybrid forms.

CHARACTER RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS: headcanons explaining how the twins, either separately or together, interact with canon or other OC characters.

During holidays where students can visit home, the twins stay at NRC, normally spending it having huge gaming marathons with Idia. While it took years of getting to know Thomas for Idia to open up to the idea, he enjoys how they're much more willing to venture out to restock on snacks and other supplies in his place. Ortho, unsurprisingly, has to be the voice of reason and makes sure the trio doesn't die from their diet of pizza and chocolate pretzels during this time.

Going back to how the twins have relatively normal diets, they will eat the most decadent, indulgent food concoctions (think burgers with jelly donuts as buns or hotdogs with s’more toppings) in front of Vil just to horrify him. Vil’s motions to have them banned from Pomefiore dorm and a restraining order from him personally have gone unapproved.

While not particularly kid-oriented, the twins are very good at interacting with Ortho. Thomas tries to look after him when Idia isn't around, particularly performing small maintenance on Ortho's suit (such as replacing worn wires or tightening bolts) when it wears a little from extensive use in the middle of the school day. Katherine has had less interaction with Ortho, but gives him little trinkets and souvenirs from DCA when she visits Thomas.

Cheka doesn't know the twins all that well, but he likes their long hair worn in braids (or, as he calls them, their "head-tails").

HOLIDAY HEADCANONS: headcanons specifically centered around how the twins celebrate the holidays.

During their first Christmas at NRC when they were hiding, they'd sneak into dorms and watch holiday movies any students were watching. They were enamored by gingerbread houses and managed to get a boxed kit each year to decorate, but now that they're older, they decide on a design and Katherine will bake the pieces herself when she visits NRC during the holiday break. Ortho typically joins them and has fun helping decorate the structure; he tries to get Idia to join, but the older Shroud tends to hyper fixate on one area to decorate and over-obsesses on how to make it "perfect" to not ruin the overall look of the gingerbread house. They're all glad Idia joins them, but they worry about whether or not he's actually having fun with it.

DCA FESTIVAL HEADCANONS: headcanons regarding the festival held by Diamond Crown Academy.

Katherine gives her bath products to be sold at the perfume booths by the alchemy students. She checks in occasionally to see if they need more of her products (and sometimes to man a stall for awhile so someone else can take a break), but she's normally involved in the more physically active attractions.

Katherine's duties for the festival rotates throughout the course of it. Since one of her strongest subjects is Obstacle Run (see: squirrel), she spends a good amount of time at the obstacle course being a potential challenger for the visiting students to race against.

Katherine is part of an idol group, but with rotating performances from different groups, she doesn't have to spend a lot of time on stage.

Despite not being a dorm leader, a lot of DCA students recognize Thomas as Katherine's brother (either as a formal acquaintance or just "hey, he looks exactly like the girl from Chateau Beastiale") so the native students are more open to approaching him out of familiarity. Some students even "drag" him to a certain booth or attraction to get his opinion on their hard work.

The first few years, Thomas was content to just wander around on his own. He tried hanging out with Rook during the festival for a bit, but the attention Rook tends to get got a little boring for Thomas to put up with. Now he just trades off who he hangs out with, if he hangs out with anyone at all while Katherine's busy.

Thomas doesn't realize it, but he has a bit of a "prince charming" reputation himself. This is because of his long hair and charming demeanor, but DCA students fawned over him at a distance one time while he was helping Katherine fix her hair before one of her performances, people swooning over his caring "older brother" instinct.

Aside from watching Katherine's group, Thomas tries to distance himself from the idol performances. Whether it comes from wanting to tease their colleague's brother or just wanting Thomas' attention, some groups will drag him on stage after their initial performance and encourage him to try and dance along to one of their songs. He goes along despite being embarrassed because he'd find it more embarrassing to "run away" or cause some sort of scene at Katherine's school by protesting.

Thomas usually spends his time trying out different foods, but he'll also find himself in the art gallery, trying to see if there's any pieces inspired by King Arthur or the twins' original home world. If there is, he purchases it immediately if he artist lets him, but given the unlimited points of inspiration in the world, he almost never sees any pieces.

He also spends a surprising amount of time at the Futterwacken dorm because the sentient tea sets stir a strange feeling of nostalgia in him. While he doesn't interact with Riddle too often, them both enjoying the tea parties at the festival allows them to catch up and have fun in familiar company, even if they don't usually hang out at NRC.

It's through the above that Thomas came into a possession of a very strange sugar bowl. The dish's enthusiasm humored him a great deal and when he asked about it, it brought attention to how nobody at DCA actually knew where that particular sugar bowl had come from and, with the staff's permission, they allowed Thomas to buy it and take it back to his dorm. The little bowl's antics still continue to amuse him, but he can't seem to make it understand that he doesn't want sugar in anything other than coffee or tea. He doesn't drink energy drinks or do his alchemy homework in his room anymore...

SPICY HEADCANONS: a link to general headcanons regarding NSFW headcanons about the twins. This set of headcanons will always linked at the bottom of the post. These headcanons will typically contain explict, sexual details so please do not read if you are not comfortable with such. (no link exists at this time)

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