#this show. ohhhhh this show. (strained laughter)

[hajimedics]

oh god.

[red-daddy-riot]

I’m The One - Kaminari Denki

Overview: After seeing the viral “I’m The One” trend on TikTok, Kaminari is inspired to rope his girlfriend into replicating it with him. Of course the rest of the class had to bear witness to his shenanigans too.

Pairing: Kaminari x herocourse!reader

Warnings: slight suggestive content at the beginning

Song: Famous (I’m The One) by Mozzy and IAMSU

Author’s note: Yayyyy we’ve got a one shot for our beloved Pikachu, Kaminari! This fic is so much shorter than the others, but I was inspired to write this crackhead piece by a TikTok that appeared on my FYP. A creator named @mariavalarts drew a scenario similar to this with Kaminari and Jirou doing the challenge, which made me laugh so much. Go check out her page if you are both on TikTok and a BNHA fan, because her art and videos are both cute and hilarious. I hope you all enjoy!

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“You have got to be kidding me.”

Denki only continued to look at you from his perch on the couch arm, palms clasped together in front of him in prayer as he batted his eyes at you.

“Pleeeeease babe! I’ll literally never ask for anything ever again.” He whined.

“You and I both know that’s bullshit, you needy brat”. You huffed, looking at Yaoyorozu who had heard the whole conversation from her place on the floor with her notebook, and who was currently trying to stifle her laughter into her hand. “Yaomomo! Stop laughing!”

Kaminari had recently become obsessed with TikTok, spending hours of free time scrolling through videos from different content creators, ranging from meme videos, fancams, and his most recent obsession - the dance trends. His own TikToks were mostly clips he’d posted of his friends doing ridiculous things at U.A., such as Bakugou working himself up into a frothing rage, or getting the Bakusuqad to participate in the “Jojo Pose” challenge as characters from their favourite anime. However, for his next endeavour in his pursuit to go viral and become TikTok famous, he had turned his sights onto you.

More specifically, to beg you to take part in the “I’m The One” dance challenge with him.

Needless to say, you weren’t having a bar of it. At least, not unless there was something in it for you.

You looked back down at your yellow-haired boyfriend who had resorted to bigger tactics in order to convince you to change your mind. He had slid down the couch to kneel at your feet, lips formed into a pout and looking at you through what he thought was adorable puppy dog eyes. “Please baby. It would make me so happy! And I’ll buy you your favourite snacks next time we go into town!”

You hesitated, feeling your resolve weakening at his offer. Regardless, you tried to stay strong. “I’m not convinced.” You said with a smirk.

That was when he pulled out the big guns. Smiling innocently, he leaned forward, placing his palms on your knees before ever-so-slowly sliding them up to your thighs. Just as he reached the hem of your skirt he paused, smiling innocently. “I’ll give you a massage every night for a week.”

Damn it. He knew how to play to your weaknesses. Why on Earth he was this desperate to get dressed up in your school uniform skirt and dance on camera was beyond you. Maybe his electricity really had fried his brain.

“Fine! I’ll make your video with you.” You sighed, trying not to show how much the thought of one of his godly back massages made you excited.

“TikTok, babe! It’s a TikTok, not a video.” Kaminari cried, exasperated at your ignorance.

Facade crumbling you laughed, pulling him up from his knees towards you, leaning up to give him a peck. “You look so cute when you beg, Sparky” you said, hands twining into his fluffy hair as you pulled him down onto the couch.

Momo’s eyes widened and she stood up abruptly. “Andddd that’s my cue to leave” she tossed out over her shoulder, gathering her things and striding towards the dorm room elevator. She paused and winked, laughter still evident in her voice as an idea occurred to her. “Maybe the rest of the class would like to watch this legendary moment” She exclaimed, rushing out of the room towards the location of the dorm rooms.

“Momo! NO-“

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That’s how you ended up here in the common room of the Heights Alliance building, surrounded by the majority of class 2-A as they waited to witness Kaminari make an absolute spectacle of himself. Admittedly that was nothing new, but this time he was determinedly forthcoming about it. You stood in front of the TV unit where Denki had his phone set up to record, dressed from head to toe in his school uniform. You had mimicked him to perfection, red tie neatly done up around your neck and blazer undone, pants slightly crumpled and wearing his scruffy black sneakers that were way too big for your feet.

The rest of the class were crowded off to the side, as close as they could be to the action without making it into the frame of the camera. Kirishima had his phone out, ready to immortalise the moment forever on his camera roll, while the rest of the class were lounging around prepared to be entertained. Even Bakugou was present, leaning over the back of the couch with a smirk on his lips, getting ready to witness Dunceface make an absolute fool of himself. On purpose as well. Todoroki however, just looked confused. He didnt really grasp the whole concept of TikTok in general, and especially not the type of ridiculous challenge you two were trying to emanate. Only Mina was absent, currently upstairs in her dorm room with Kaminari, getting him dressed in your own school uniform and primping him with make up and accessories to look just like you.

Suddenly, the elevator ‘dinged’, announcing the arrival of Mina and Kaminari from upstairs. The class looked eagerly to the hallway as Mina stumbled into view, clutching her stomach with tears rolling down her face from laughter.

“Oh my god oh my god. He looks SO GOOD!” She shrieked with joy. The giddiness felt by everyone present intensified as they waited for Kaminari to make his entrance. Your own face cracked into a wide grin, ready to see what your boyfriend looked like in your clothes. Kirishima instantly raised his camera, ready to capture Denki’s grand entrance.

“Ohhhhh honeyyyyyy” came Kaminari’s voice, taking on a high-pitched feminine tone as he finally strutted into view of everyone present. Instantly your jaw dropped to the floor as you registered his appearance.

You had no idea how in the hell Denki had managed to squeeze his whole frame into your shirt and skirt, but by god he did it. His legs were on full display, the hem of your tiny green uniform skirt just barely hitting his thighs. You swore you could see the hem of his boxer briefs as he twirled and sashayed around blowing kisses. Your blouse strained against his shoulders and unfortunately lacked the length to completely cover his lanky torso, resulting in a crop-top esqe ensemble that left little to the imagination. Your disbelieving gaze traveled down to his legs, where a pair of dark school socks were pulled up to his knees, along with a pair of shoes that couldn’t possibly be yours. Your feet were way too small for your boyfriend to wear your shoes comfortably. Mina had topped off the look by scraping his electric yellow hair into a decent replication of your signature ponytail (albeit lacking the length), and by applying blush to his cheeks, high shine lipgloss to his lips that were jutted out into a pout, and exaggerated false lashes to his eyes.

At the sight of the now very feminine Kaminari the whole class lost it. Kirishima and Sero cackled hysterically, with Kirishima hanging onto the couch for support, phone shaking unsteadily in his hand, whilst Sero slowly sank to the floor, banging his fist on the floorboards as tears of joy leaked from his eyes.

Ochaco’s hands had come up to cover her mouth in shock, eyes wide and cheeks very pink, while the floating ensemble of clothes that was Hagakure convulsed uncontrollably in the air as evidence of her hysterics.

From his place next to Uraraka, Izuku laughed out loud, eyes scrunched up tight in glee and unable to control his giggles at the spectacle that was his classmate.

Even Bakugou, who rarely displayed any facial expression that wasn’t a scowl had quirked his mouth into a grin before barking out harsh laughter at the sight of his friend dressed as a girl.

As the class exploded into laughter at the sight of Kaminari, he strutted his way over to you, mischievous grin fixed in place. Upon catching sight of your wide eyes and the hand over your mouth, his entire face lit up and he practically radiated glee.

“How do I look baby girl?” He questioned, coming to a stop in front of you and cocking his hip out to the side in a sassy pose. One hand came in front of his mouth as he leaned forward and blew you a kiss, whilst the other hand settled on the hip of his not-at-all-PG-rated school skirt.

Kaminari winked. “Don’t I look sexy?”

You blinked at him once, twice, before bursting out into laugher along with the rest of the class. Giggling hard, you abandoned your surprise and opted to wrap your arms around his neck before pulling him in close. “So sexy Pikachu. You look just like me.”

Smirking down at you, Denki planted a kiss on your cheek before pulling back. “Well you’re always sexy my love.”

Blushing heavily, you fiddled with his tie around your neck before Kirishima called out to you both, causing you to face your hysterical classmates.

“Smile you two!” Kirishima said, raising his phone and framing your figures perfectly in the frame. The rest of the class followed suit, determined to capture a picture of the moment before you made your TikTok debut. No doubt such pictures would later be featured on various Instagram and Snapchat stories.

“All right!” Denki exclaimed, rubbing his hands together mischeviously. “Let’s get this show on the road baby.”

The rest of 2A filtered out from behind the couch, taking their place off to the side of the room as you stood on your own in front of the phone ready to record. Pressing start, the iconic lyrics of ‘Famous’ filled the room as you started lip synching, pulling off some masculine moves and flipping up the collar of Denki’s shirt arrogantly. You then gestured smugly to your wrist, mimicking the showing of a watch before pointing behind you, swaggering out of the frame as Denki came strutting into view. Executing a twirl before ruffling his hands through his hair seductively, he bent down low, running his hands down his legs before straightening up, forming his fingers into a gun shape before pointing them at the camera and blowing a kiss on the word “guns”.

As the sound cut out you stopped the camera, smiling triumphantly as Denki started laughing. You laughed back, listening to the clamour of your rowdy classmates giggling at your success. Denki rushed forward, scooping you up and giving you a quick twirl before setting you back on your feet.

“Thanks for doing this with me baby”. He said, lacing his hands with yours as he smiled brightly.

You looked back up at him, even taller in his borrowed shoes. “Happy to help babe. It’s worth it to see you smile, Sparky.” You laughed.

Denki stepped back, beaming wide and bouncing excitedly. “Now we have to upload it! We‘ll go viral for sure now that I’ve got my super hot girlfriend in one of my TikToks!”

“Denki!”

[voyages-extraordinaires]

C:R ~VE~ Chapter 51 (EXPLICIT)

The following chapter contains explicit content between Nemo and Aronnax.

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“We’ll have to come up with evacuation plans for the workers here,” Barbicane muses as he walks out of the hangar. “Cy-chan, can I put you in charge of that? We’ll have to prep enough of the fleet that everyone can get out of here safely.”

“Think we can do it in a week?” asks Smith.

“The ships look like they’re in better shape than the airships,” Barbicane continues. “It’ll be easier to get them ready. We’ll send a proper rescue up here once we get back to Steel London. Nobody’s going to die here. Not while Impey Barbicane is on the job!”

“You really do belong on the nice list, Impey,” says Cardia.

I watch the three of them walk off, Barbicane’s face so red that it matches his hair.

However, when I begin to walk down the hall, I almost trip over a leather boot.

“Ohohoho! Where do you think yoooooooou’re running off to so fast?!”

I look up to the owner of the leather boot, who’s leaning against the wall with a wide grin.

“I’m going to find Hatteras,” I reply. “Shouldn’t you be working on your part, too?”

I step over Nemo’s boot and continue walking, only to almost trip over its mate.

Nemo… is spread-eagle, balancing on his heels with his back to the wall, his smile strained. Where he looked rather attractive before, now he just looks, ah, rather desperate.

“What’s the huuuuuuuuuuuurry?”

Nemo’s smile fades as he begins to lean back, the flimsy wall beginning to buckle. With a shout I grab his arm and hoist him back up.

Instead of standing up, though, he leans on me, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“Nemo… we only have a week.”

I feel him shrug under my arms.

“A week for me to do my joooooob? Ha! I could get it done in haaaaaaaalf the time, even leeeeeess…”

He turns his head and looks at me with a grin. “I’m more iiiiiiiiiinterested in dedicating some tiiiiiiime to seeing what their research is all about.”

My eyes widen.

“A-haaaa! See? Your eyes are spaaaaaaarkling, Polly-chan! Come oooooon! We  caaaaaan’t let all this go to waaaaaaaste!”

Before I can protest, he grabs my hand and begins to lead me down one of the halls.

“T-The research laboratory is the other way!” I manage to stutter out.

“Mrm?” Nemo straightens up before looking to where I’m pointing. Like he had meant to go that way the entire time, he swerves on his heels and pulls me to his hip so we’re walking side-by-side in the correct direction.

When we get to the laboratory, of course it’s filled with people performing their research.

“We won’t be able to look at too much without it being suspicious,” I say.

“What’s suspiiiiiicious about two scientists enjoying science?” Nemo looks at me with his bright smile. “Come ooooon!”

Not needing any prompting, Nemo begins excitedly looking over the shoulders of the researchers, peering into their microphones, flipping through their notes and generally being a nuisance. He looks so happy, though!

“Fwee hee hee… ohhhh, the Royal Society would tie themselves in knooooooots to get ahold of this!” Nemo snatches a clipboard out of a researcher’s hand and waves it to me. “The composition of the North Pole itseeeeeeeelf! This is the stuff Britain’s sent multiple exploration parties to their deaaaaaths for!”

I notice the room clearing out rather quickly, and I nod apologies to the disgruntled workers. It’s convenient, though, this way it will be easier to look around.

“OOOOOOOOOOH! Ohhhhh, you’d looooooooove this, Professoooooor!”

That particular screech was the one that sent the rest of the scientists packing, leaving us alone in the laboratory.

“Tch, cooowards…” Nemo mutters as he sets the clipboard down. “Now, let’s see what juuuuuuuuicy secrets you boys were hiding………”

He begins to type into a console, the lights reflecting in his goggles and teeth so he looks like a monster.

Eventually, though, he leans back with a sigh. “No breakthroughs, reeeeeally… other than their observations of the Pole…… not that I’m not iiiiinterested in the astrological phenomena, flora, fauna, geology, magnetism, all of those delightful thiiiiiiiiiiiings…”

Nemo pouts.

“I was reeeeeeeally hoping that Hatteras would have some diabooooolical weapon designs hiiiiding…”

I walk up behind him and put my hand on his slumped shoulder. “Isn’t that what he wanted to hire you for, Nemo?”

He suddenly straightens up, looking at me with a big smile. “That’s right, that’s riiiiiiiiiiiiiiight--!”

Nemo’s as loud as ever, humming as he begins looking at the binders of work stacked nearby.

“You don’t plan on… really stealing…?” I hiss in a whisper.

Nemo looks at me before pulling his goggles down enough that I can see his violet eyes shoot an icy glare my way.

“Despiiiiiiiiiiiite what Mister Gravity Alleviator saaaaaays…” he pushes his goggles back into place. “I’ve never stolen a scrap of research in my life. I’d neeeeever ask questions when I received certain things, liiiiike…. The Gravity Alleviator…” he coughs into his fist loudly. “But I don’t pilfer. If…” he lowers his voice, but it doesn’t do much. “If this research leaves this place… the scientists who did that work will be the ones to receive credit, accolades, profit, etcetera etcetera.”

He sniffs, looking offended.

“I don’t plaaaaaaaaaaaan on furthering my careers with lies, Aronnaaaaaaaax.”

“I should have known,” I say, putting a hand to my chest. I tiptoe to him and peer up at him from below. “I’m sorry.”

“Mmmmph,” he shrugs. “Sometimes it’s hard to keep traaaaaack of my morals, I don’t blame yoooooooou.”

He leans down and rubs the tip of his nose against mine, smiling.

“Besiiiiiiides… it’s fun to make cute girls nervous!”

With a giggle he grabs me and kisses me deeply, only stopping when I pull away with a gasp.

“Nemo!” I exclaim. “Don’t you think it’s a little too cold to be playing around like this?”

“Playing arooooound…?” he arcs an eyebrow. “You really do think I’m up to no gooood, huh?”

He moves aside and pushes me down on the table, his grin wide.

“Maybe I should prove you right…. how cold aaaaare you, my deeeeear?”

I see his eyes widen in delight behind his goggles as he unbuttons my coat and grabs a handful of one of my breasts.

“Nemo!” I can do little more than gawk.

“Fwee hee heeeeee….” he clucks his tongue.  “Looks like you ARE cold, or maybe you just enjoy it when I’m baaaaad?”

He rubs his thumb over one of my nipples, and I arch my back when he bends down and kisses it through the fabric.

“Wait, Nemo!” I sit up, only a little surprised when he steps back to allow me to get up. “It really is too cold in here… come on…”

I push my coat together and take his hand, my cheeks burning from embarrassment as I take him to the back room.

I sheepishly stare at the floor as Nemo shuts the door behind us, leaving us alone with the narwhal skeleton.

“Always with your mind on sciiiiience, thaaaaaaaat’s my girl…” Nemo puts a hand on my shoulder.

I lean into him, a smile teasing the edges of my lips. “It’s warmer in here, too.”

“Warm enough to play around…?”

I give a nod before letting my winter coat slide off my shoulders and pool on the floor.

I can’t hold back my laughter as Nemo loops his hands around my waist and buries his head in my neck, tickling me with his chin and assaulting my skin with kisses. I lean my head back, smiling as he begins to undo my blouse.

But then I see something in the corner of my room.

Nemo whines when I turn around, but his expression grows serious when he sees me gesture to one of Hatteras’ listening devices.

“We have… twoooo options, darling…” he tilts his head. “If he’s liiiiiiiiistening, then he’s already heaaaard enough to know what we plan on doing…”

He pushes my body tight against him, and I blush when I feel his penis shift under the fabric.

“Either we give him a show he never forgeeeeeeeets…” his smile splits wickedly across his face. “Or I get to show off a bit! Aaaah, if I do that, thooooough…”

He steps back and shrugs.

“There’s no waaaaaaay he wouldn’t send his men to investigate. We would have to work quickly, my darliiiiing…”

He takes one of my hands and puts it to his crotch, and with half-lidded eyes I wrap my fingers around his swelling shaft.

“You know I don’t last long when you do theeeeeese things to meeeeee… it might be fun to go against the clock…” he looks from my hand to my eyes. “It’s up to you, Pauline.”

“Shoving clothes aside and desperately seeking out each other’s heat…” I bite my lip and stop myself from continuing when I remember the listening device. “Show off for me, Nemo.”

Nemo kisses my hand and laughs, “Myyyyyyy laaaaady!” before reaching into his coat and pulling out a pistol. With a bow and a flourish, Nemo fires at the listening device. Then he turns and does the same thing to another one that I hadn’t seen. Three, four, and a final one near the door.

He drops his gun to the floor and soon his winter coat follows it. Sparks haven’t even stopped falling from the devices before Nemo’s turning me around and pushing me against the wall with my buttocks arched up in the air. With a groan he lifts up the back of my skirt and begins to pet my panties with his thumb, pushing it in and rubbing it in circles.

“Are you reeeeeady~?” he giggles. “This might feel a little different, but…”

He pushes my panties aside and rubs the tip of his penis against my entrance, sighing contentedly when he feels that it’s already lubricated. I can tell he’s only half-hard at this point, but that doesn’t stop him from pushing inside.

“It’ll feel amaaaazing… to grow inside of yoouuu..!”

He bends his knees so he’s closer to my height, beginning to slowly thrust into me. Sure enough, the feeling of him swelling inside my vaginal walls makes me groan in delight.

“Good, huh~? Do you like how your body makes me get nice and thiiiiiick? Wicked little thiiiiing!” he bends over me, brushing a strand of hair away from my ear as he hisses against it. “What if those researchers come baaaaaaaack? What a sight they would see--!”

“F-Fuck me harder!” is the only thing I can manage to cry out.

“You’re getting better at telling me what—” he thrusts hard “—you—” again “—waaaaaant--!”

By this point he’s completely stiff, and I bite my lip as I begin to grind myself against him. He stops thrusting to watch me rock his penis in and out, rolling my hips so he’s rubbing me at different angles.

“You’re amaaaazing…” he moans, bending over and hugging me from behind, one arm wrapped around my stomach and another kneading one of my breasts. “I love you… I love you so much…!”

He buries his head in my shoulder, panting and grunting as he continues to thrust.

“I really… reeeeally… missed this… missed yoooou…!”

But there’s something else, too, a wetness on my shoulder as his thrusts become more erratic.

“P-Pull out for a second, baby…” I shudder when I hear how lusty my voice has become, but there’s something more important I need to check on.

Nemo sniffs as he pulls out and steps back, confirming my suspicions.

I turn around and lean my back against the wall before pulling him back towards me, holding his face in my hands and gently kissing his wet cheeks, darting out my tongue to lick away the tears streaking his skin.

“Good boy…” I whisper. “That’s a good boy, Nemo… I love you too.”

Nemo’s penis visibly throbs when I tell him that he’s a good boy. How cute…

I arch my hips up for him, pulling my panties aside so he can see just how aroused he’s made me.  My labia’s so swollen with lust, the overhead lights making it shine with its lubrication. For a moment, it looks like poor Nemo’s forgotten how to breathe.

I make sure I’m looking directly at his goggles as I lift one of my legs and wrap it around his hip, pushing him back against me. Shaking, he grips my thigh with such force that I shudder before he enters me again.

Still trembling and sniffling, he wraps his other arm around my back and pulls me so close to him that it’s more like we’re grinding against each other than thrusting.

“I missed you too, Nemo,” I murmur into his shoulder, blinking away tears of my own. “It feels like I had to sp-spend such a long time without you!”

I begin kissing him, gently, tasting his lipstick and sucking on his skin as we get back into the rhythm we had before.

My mind’s getting cloudy as I begin to nip at him, which finally makes him smile again as he buries his head in my neck, biting down as he resumes his deep thrusting.

“I love it when you bite me like that…!” I cry. “Hold me in place like an animal in heat!!”

I rake my hands through his hair as our pace picks up again, murmuring over and over again what a good boy he is and how good he’s making me feel. I’m not even sure he can understand me, my words have slurred so much and his moans are increasing in volume.

“Deeper… deeper… deeperdeeperdeeper…!” I bite my lip and curl my toes as he finally lifts me off the ground, positioning his hips so he can thrust in as deep as I want him to.

“I—I can’t hold baaaaaaaaack…!” Nemo’s moan is so loud that the wall around us reverberates from its lustful force.

“Inside---!” my cry is strangled. “I want it—”

I bite my lip, trembling and clinging to him desperately as my body begins to rock with a powerful orgasm. He’s shaking, too, clenching his teeth as his semen fills my insides, spurt after thick spurt. It’s so warm, and the feeling reminds me of how much I had missed him. I lean my head against his shoulder, reminding myself that he’s here. He’s here and he’s inside and I refuse to let him go!

My body finally begins to relax and I roll my head back, listening to our breathing slow to a normal tempo. I kiss his head, his ear, his forehead, whatever I can until he lifts his face so I can reach his lips. Only then do my kisses slow, until our lips are gently roaming over each other’s as our bodies calm down.

“D-Did yoooou…?” he tilts his head worriedly, and I nod, answering him with another kiss. He smiles proudly, puffing out his chest before gently lowering my leg back to the floor. When he pulls out, he quickly pushes my panties back in place—and I swear I can see a wink behind the goggles.

“Don’t want to spill a drooooop~” he grins before quickly giving me an innocent shrug. “It’d be inconveeeeenient to have to clean our mess up.”

“Mm-hmm,” I wrap an arm around his shoulders and give him another kiss. “I’m sure that’s all it is, huh?”

I reach down with my free hand and gently give his penis a slow squeeze, making him tremble again. A droplet of semen oozes down his tip and I wipe it off, bringing my messy fingers to my lips with a smile.

“You’re one to taaaaaaalk,” he says as he gestures to me. “May I put it away or did you want to plaaaaaaay with it some more? Gooooodness… making looooove in public places… reeeeeally gets you going, doesn’t it?”

I look away, scoffing. “I’m not some kind of exhibitionist, you know!”

Nemo smiles, bending down to my height and seeking out my eyes. “Uh-huuuuuh? Soooorry, my deeear, but the scientific evidence prooooves otherwise!”

He cups my cheek in his hand and turns me towards him so I can see the look of delight on his face. “You were saying the most woooonderful things… moving your hips so exquiiiisitely! It was a real… reeeeeal turn-on…”

“And what about you?” I mimic him, cupping his cheek in my hand. “You definitely swelled a bit when I told you what a good boy you are.”

I glance down and smile when I see his penis give a tired twitch. I reach down and tuck it back into his pants, buttoning them up as I give him a quick kiss.

“I guess we all have our quirks,” I say with a resigned sigh.

“I beliiiiiiiiiieve they’re called kinks, my loooove.”

He leans his forehead against mine and giggles, and I soon join him, only stopping in order to kiss him.

“I love you,” I say. “Even if you are an ass.”

“Eveeeeen?” he arcs an eyebrow.

I give a wry smile before tweaking his nose. “Fine… I love you -because- you’re an ass, Nemo.”

He looks so damn proud as he puts a hand on his hip triumphantly, using his other one to pull me to him so he can give me more and more of his kisses.

[dear-chaton]

We Fly By Street Signs ~ III. And Most Things In Between;

Archive of Our Own Chapters; 1 2 3

This week wasn't really the best, on top of that I was asked to work more during a family tragedy and I'm all sorts of tired but this was a nice way of making light of a dark time so I hope this does the same for you.

Oh hey look I actually updated on time for once, woo go me.

Enjoy the third installment of WFBSS

Or the one where Adrien should have never introduced Nino and Alya, they were a force to be reckoned with

                                III. And Most Things In-Between; 2016

If you would have told Adrien that going to the party on Friday would lead to signing up for a race with Nino; one of the stupidest things he's ever done, he would have called you crazy.

And yet the next morning he found himself groaning into a table while said man bought frappes and scones.

❝Why does she hate me?❞ He murmured, hearing his friend's footsteps grow closer until a cool sensation touched his left hand.

❝Who?❞

❝Your friend from last night.❞ Nino slurped on his drink annoyingly loud, drawing the stares from a couple of girls from a few tables next to them. One of them giggled and pointed at Adrien, who in turn hid his face once more.

❝What Marinette? No, I don't think so.❞

❝I just,❞ He sighed and rubbed his temples. ❝Are you absolutely sure she's the same girl from the track?❞

❝My bro, my pal, have I ever steered you wrong?❞

❝… Don't pun at me, this is serious, she hates my guts. And I didn't even tell her who I was.❞

❝Didn't have to, she figured it out.❞Adrien groaned, banging his head on the coffee table. Nino chuckled, taking a bite of his scone and slapping a textbook down.

❝Hey, I don't pay you to complain about your rich boy problems. I pay you to teach me physics.❞

❝Your wish is my command.❞

❝Don't make it weird bro,❞ Adrien placed his hand on Nino's shoulder, struggling to hold in his laugh as he whispered,

❝Bro,❞ Nino squawked, face red and flailed as Adrien bent over the table laughing. People were definitely staring at them now but he couldn't have a care in the world.

❝If I didn't need to pass this test, mind you its 50% of my grade, I would have walked out by now Adrien.❞ His laughing subsided, raising his hands in surrender. The two of them got to work and made great progress by the time the afternoon rolled around. Save the number of times Nino would complain how hard it was while Adrien breezed through his study guide.

❝You are a god,❞ Nino repeated for what seemed like the tenth time that day. Adrien drank his new drink, watching his friend suffer.

❝Ready to admit defeat?❞

❝Shut up.❞ Adrien knew there was a glared being directed his way, so he simply flipped his the bird until he heard an undignified gasp.

❝I treat you to brunch and this is how you treat me?❞

❝Technically I paid for my tea.❞

❝Small details that no one needs to know my dear boy.❞

❝I'm older than you,❞

❝By what a month or something?❞

❝I'm 5 months older.❞ Nino pouted, even crossed his arms and turned away from him. It didn't last long though.

❝Hey! Subject change.❞ He wasn't allowed a word, Nino reached over the books and drinks to slap a hand over his mouth.

❝You should totally come to the race tonight. You know, cheer me on like the bro I know you are.❞

❝And risk my dad finding out, the media finding out and ultimately serving my head on a silver platter? No thank you, I like my head very much, Nino.❞ And then an odd look crossed his face, and Adrien knew nothing good could come out of it.

❝Who said anything about going as yourself?❞

It had happened so fast Adrien wasn't really sure how to react at first. One moment he was arguing about tagging along to the race and the next he was sitting in Alya's car, pouting.

❝Don't be a sourpuss, you've been wanting to come to one of these things since before you found Ladybug.❞ Alya teased as she drove them along.

❝Yeah well, that was back when I wanted to come on my own free will.❞ He looked down at what he had been bribed into wearing for the night. ❝What even is this?❞

❝There's a thing called secret identities around these parts Adrien, you just can't go waltzing around declaring you're the best racer. People could get seriously hurt.❞ Still, wearing all black where it was already pitch black was just asking to get run over at some point.

❝Even when you pout it's adorable,❞ Alya pulled a face as she stepped on the gas, causing the car to go a little too high over a speed bump for Adrien's stomach to handle.

❝Funny, because it is adorable you and your boyfriend dragged me along.❞

❝We're not dating.❞ Adrien stared at her, straining to hear the quiet, ❝Yet.❞ that closely followed the statement. He felt for her, reaching over the console to pat her arm. She looked like she wanted to say something and he was about to ask her if something was wrong when they stopped.

This was it, the current race site. And Adrien was terrified.

❝Please don't make me do this.❞

❝You're doing this, you're already here instead of holing yourself up in your apartment and watching my live stream.❞ When he didn't budge, Alya huffed and pulled him out of the car.

❝You'll get to see Ladybug live in action...❞ And if Adrien flushed red, Alya was his only witness. So he allowed himself to be dragged to center if he tried anything different he feared for his life.

Alya, the girl who he's known basically all of his life, was scary as hell when she wanted to be. But what he wasn't expecting was for the girl to bring him up to a table and sign in. Certainly didn't recall such a thing and leaned forward to sign in himself when he noticed his name was already there.

❝Alya...❞ The brunette giggled, but internally Adrien was freaking out. He did not sign up for this. He barely signed up to be here.

❝No.❞

As if she could read his mind, Alya spoke. ❝You haven't even tried it. You'll be fine if those racing games are anything to go by.❞

❝Alya,❞ He sighed and ran a hand down his face exasperated.

❝Alya that is virtual reality, I can and will die if I make one little mistake.❞

❝That didn't stop Nino model boy.❞ He looked at her in confusion, before something black and freezing was thrown at his face with no warning. First the outfit now this?

❝Um, what the hell was that?❞

❝Black face paint, duh. That girl has another thing coming if she thought she can get away with that little fiasco the other night.❞ Thoughts back with the spat came flooding into his mind, and Adrien honestly just wanted them gone. So he changes the subject.

❝You and Chloe are so alike it kills me.❞

❝Compare me to that bitch again and I will let slip who spent 2K on Camembert just for a stray.❞

❝Plagg wouldn't blackmail me like this.❞

She burst out laughing, clutching her stomach so suddenly her glasses almost flew off of her face. ❝You're kidding, right? Just the other day you said and I quote, 'This cat is so fucking lucky I am rich because he is the biggest little shit I have ever met. LOVE ME GOD DAMMIT!'❞

❝You have no proof of that happening.❞ He didn't expect her to calmly whip out her phone, scroll for a second or two before showing him a video of, indeed, chasing a little black cat around his apartment the week prior.

❝I rest my case.❞

❝Why did I give you a key?❞ She pushed him in the direction of her car, throwing an arm around his shoulders as they walked.

❝Because you love me. Now kick that chick's ass.❞

❝You say that like I actually have a chance to win.❞

❝You will don't worry. I'll be watching you and cheering you on.❞

❝This is betrayal at its finest.❞

❝Yeah yeah, whatever. Oh, don't forget you need a codename before you are announced. I was thinking Chat Noir.❞

❝What the actual fuck Alya?❞

❝You need a name and what's better than being named after your precious little kitty.❞

❝I hate you,❞ And with that Adrien stalks off, ignoring the cackles from Alya behind him.

He was going to win this race if its the last thing he did.

Adrien was glad Alya never bet on him because looking at the lineup and who he was up against, he was surely going to die.

Nino waved to him as he helped someone into their car, jogging over and giving him a hug.

❝Glad you could make it brother.❞

❝You are fucking evil, I can't race against her!❞ Adrien gestured vaguely to the girl whom he had been obsessed with since he saw her on Alya's first live stream. Ladybug.

❝Sure you can, there's nothing to it other than making four left turns.❞

❝This isn't Nascar Nino.❞

❝Don't have to rub it in,❞ Nino pouted but it was different from when they were teasing in the cafe. It almost looked sad and defeated. The look passed just as quickly as it came, and Nino was back to being his happy go lucky self. That Adrien very much wanted to murder.

❝You and Alya are so dead if I make it out of here, I don't even know how to race!❞

❝Just worry getting across the finish line Adrien, don't stress so much, its all for fun.❞ The blond ran a shaky hand through his hair, failing to notice a new face approaching them.

❝Nino I need help with my tires since someone took my car for a spin today.❞ That voice, he knew that voice.

Ladybug, in the flesh.

❝My bad, I was trying to show my buddy Adrien what it could do.❞ He tried to avoid eye contact, but it didn't seem like it mattered, with the black ensemble, he was practically invisible to her glare.

❝Right well, I think I need a tire change, I need your jack.❞ And what seemed like forever, her eyes landed on him. He froze, would she recognize him. Unfocused eyes said differently but still, he extended his hand to her.

❝The names' Chat Noir.❞

❝Ohhhhh, you're a racer tonight I see.❞ She smirked at him through her helmet visor. He could barely see her face, but she shook hands with him anyways.

❝Yeah, just trying it out seeing how I do.❞

❝Well, I guess I'm obligated to welcome you but I don't go easy on newbies Chat. Can I call you that?❞

❝You can call me whenever you want darling.❞ Her hand was ripped from his as Nino roared in laughter in the background. Once glance back towards her and she was already halfway to her car, and suddenly it dawned on his what he had done.

❝Oh shit.❞

❝Since when have you learned to flirt Agreste, and not like those shitty puns you keep telling me are fantastic like that was actually pretty decent and not at all like you were trying to get into her pants.❞

❝Shut up!❞ His voice cracked, and he could feel the tips of his ears burning up.

❝Just give me a run down on what I'm supposed to do.❞

❝Okay okay, but you gotta teach me your moves.❞

❝Nino! That was an accident.❞ Nino's eyebrows waggled suggestively, he just wanted this night to be over and done with.

And if Adrien died of embarrassment before the race, it was all Alya's fault.