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reasonsmandy · 11 months ago

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A letter?

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — Hi!!! Love your writing so much!! Not sure if you’re still doing requests lol, butttt I have a really specific one so if you’d be able to do this I’d like actually die omg. Okay so I’m a fashion student from LA and I was thinking, the reader is like basically siblings with billy and Graham, (her dad and their mom started dating when they were kids so they were practically raised together) but she’s closest with Eddie in particular. They’re best friends. They’ve basically been attached at the hip since they were kids. They’re both secretly harboring feelings for each other and everyone knows it but themselves. She’s been there for them since the band started, like Camilla, making them outfits for gigs and stuff. and Eddie even takes her to prom when her date ends up being a jerk to her. Butttt the reader ends up moving to LA to go to fashion school (maybe eventually she can be their costume designer for the aurora tour 🙏) and Eddie slowly stops talking to her god knows why. Fast forward- The band moves out to LA and they stay with her until they’re stable enough to be out on their own. The tension is super high between her and Eddie and EVERYONE notices. Super Angsty. Ends in fluff and love confessions 🫶 maybe angry billy lol. AGAIN THANK YOU!!! I know that was super complicated. YOUR WRITING AND EDITS ARE AMAZINGGGG !!

✧.* you're reading part one, here's the sequel — You matter to me

✧.* summary — You and Eddie were a story in the making, which you were sure had been finished after the way you left. But now with your reunion, perhaps there is a reticence.

✧.* warnings — none.

✧.* word count — 3.2k

✧.* �� — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I love this ask! And I'm working on part two for it already. Please, lmk what you guys think of this back and forth writing dynamics.

You drop your keys into the jar that was on the table next to the door, then hang your coat on the hanger as you try to speed up the process to finally rest from a long day. The apartment was dark and you didn't bother turning on all the lights, contenting yourself with just the orange light from the kitchen, you went to the counter, checking the letters you had received and also collecting some newspapers from the previous days to throw away.

Days like these make you miss the constant movement and excitement that your life in Pittsburgh contained, your thoughts from time to time hovered over delicious memories that you, whether or not you wanted to have a taste of once again. It had been a few months since studying fashion had brought you to LA, and even if you were satisfied with several friends and studying what you loved, there was a huge lack of what remained there.

With the feeling of nostalgia tugging at the pit of your stomach, you head to your phone to call the number you used to answer. At the end of the line you hear three rings before the hiss and finally a voice.

“Hello?” The unexpected voice makes you wonder if you had the wrong number.

“Uh, I'm looking for Mrs Dunne?” Your voice was tired, at this point you just wanted to kill the longing.

“Y/N?” You hear the questioning after a silence, and recognizing the voice makes the butterflies in your stomach rise.

“Yeah Eddie, it's me.” You say in a breath, and once again you receive silence.

“Y/N my dear, how is everything going there?” You try to avoid the feeling of sadness about what had happened, swallowing hard.

“Everything good, and things there?” You are amazed at how natural your voice sounds.

“It's actually a bit chaotic, the boys are packing everything up in a hurry to move.” She says in a nervous laugh.

“Move? What do you mean?” You try to remember having received this information before, but you can't find it.

“Didn't you receive my letter? They will try to grow the band in LA, you might even meet up. Isn't it great? Your brothers miss you.” You didn't know if you believed the last sentence, at least not in the plural. Graham and you talked sometimes, but you and Billy hadn't talked since your move.

“That's awesome! I'm happy to hear that.” You indeed were, but you couldn't help but feel the confusion of why all this was happening now.

…

You have a vivid memory of sitting on the floor of Graham's room as he murmured about how unfair life was, and at that point you tried your best to help your half brother with any advice you came up with. Your face was resting on the bed when you and he looked at the door when you heard Billy knock three times, indicating that he was going to come in. They were your brothers since you were two years old, when your father married the boys' mother you grew up together in that house mostly without any problems.

They were kind to you, they always were, even though Billy was more distant. You knew someone that he was marked by something that you weren't here to witness, but in a way you understood how much a parent was missed.

The older Dunne sits on the edge of the bed, watching his older brother frustrated, you notice that he holds back his laughter feeling the nostalgia of something that perhaps he has already been through. You thought about whether you should go out and leave them alone, but you figured that if you stayed quiet it wouldn't get in the way.

“They'll be other girls.” Billy tries to comfort him, Graham for the first time stops staring at the ceiling to look at his brother.

“And how'd you know that?” You watch them talking and try your best to go unnoticed.

Billy looks at you, his gaze urgently asking you to help him with this.

“Because you know how to play the guitar" Your voice barely comes out, since you hadn't spoken for so long. Your older brother looks at you with a subtle look of 'what the fuck?'. You shrug, completing the sentence. “What? I heard it's something girls like.”

Graham lets out a muffled laugh and you're happy to have made him laugh, Billy frowns and you can see a bit of jealousy there which makes you smile.

“And besides.” Billy continues, looking at Graham again. “You’re fourteen years old!”

You laugh and your brothers accompany you. It's a comforting memory, one of the moments when you felt welcomed and loved.

However, from that day onwards Graham's obsession with having a band was born. You thought it was a good idea, after all, you spent the afternoon idly after all your homework was done, and when you sat down to design different types of clothes and sometimes sewing something with Mrs. Dunne Graham hovered around making sounds of boredom, you knew that would be good to entertain him.

He had invited his best friends, who you had been attending since you had moved in at the Dunne house. You can vividly remember the morning you were woken up by the thunderous sound of drums coming from downstairs, you curse and mumble, getting up to find out what it was about.

When you get to the bottom of the stairs, you come face to face with Warren trying to arrange his drum kit in the living room of your house, you blink a few times trying to shake off the sleep that still resides within you, Eddie's figure appears soon after with his guitar hanging around his neck. He smiles at you and you give him an even wider one.

“Does Mrs Dunne know what you guys are doing here?” You say in a laugh, Warren turns to Eddie for that answer, his messy curls reaching his eyes.

“I guess so…” Roundtree answers you, moving closer to you. And your body demonstrates a fact that you had hidden from your brother: the girl who was attracted to men who played guitar was you, and he was the boy you felt attracted to. “Do you know where Graham is, sunshine?”

Your legs shake at the nickname that gradually became common coming from him, you shake your head, spending as much time as possible observing Roundtree closely. “I literally just woke up. But assuming that you guys already looked for him in his room, you should try the garage.”

“On it!” Warren exclaims, heading towards the garage but not before winking at Eddie who rolls his eyes.

You frown, and are slowly eroded by the silence that surrounds you and Roundtree. He clears his throat “I think they made omelets, if I were you I'd run before Chuck finds out.”

“Would you like to join me?” You ask in a whisper, afraid of the answer. "I mean, if I'm not busy with all this.” You gesture to the instruments piled up on the couch and Rojas' drums.

“I'd love that.” He smiles, leaving you with the pleasant nervousness of falling in love.

…

Now the orange light wasn't enough to make you see your surroundings without your eyes hurting, so getting rid of the vivid memory you decide to immerse your thoughts in what you loved the most ‘create clothes’. Recently you were obsessed with a specific style you had noticed on the streets of the city, and the way women in particular looked most beautiful in the prints you had in mind, your goal now was to create a line to present in the same style and this had involved your last thoughts and efforts in the last few days.

You didn't know how to shake off the bittersweet feeling of having your childhood experiences in the same city, it was good when it came to homesickness, but you couldn't shake off the thought that would always go to Eddie Roundtree. After all, even after so long you couldn't shake the love that arose in your chest when his face came back to memory.

You smile when you remember that innocent and calm love that always surrounded you two, the first of so many things for each other, your firsts were his and his were yours. And even though he seemed to try, distance wouldn't erase that, but of course, the thought that he wanted to delete such memories hurt.

Of course, you weren't sure about that, you had no way of knowing if he actually wanted to erase everything you lived through since you didn't speak to each other anymore. But it was customary for you to always expect the worst so as not to be disappointed if it turns out to be true.

…

You accompanied your brothers to band practice with your sketchbook in hand, with no other plans for the afternoon other than watching them play while using the band and their inspirational styles. You guys liked the idea that in the future you would be successful as a fashion designer and they would be the biggest band in the world with you making every outfit they would wear off and on stage.

“Hey Y/N, glad you're joining us!” Chuck says as he opens the garage door for you to enter, you smile.

“Thanks for having me.” You thank him, already taking your place on the ottoman he used to leave for you there. "Cami, You came!" You say running towards your good friend, and now, sister-in-law.

“But of course, I wasn't going to miss a preview of your prom show.” She says hugging you back, then looking at the boys.

“Yeah, about that…” Your voice makes all the boys look at you scared. "No! Oh sorry, now that I noticed what you could understand, What I meant was that I don't even know if I'm going.”

“What? Why?” Warren asks, twirling one of the drumsticks in your left hand.

“I thought you were looking forward to it.” Graham adds, intrigued along with concerned.

“She was, what happened sunshine?” Eddie asks, you could see he was very confused.

“I just don't want to be alone, you all already have dates." You try to explain, they look at you intently. "And my friends too, so..."

“I thought you liked our dates." Chuck says, trying to tell you that you would still have their company.

“Yeah, and besides, you know Amanda is looking forward to meeting you.” Rojas says, referring to his date and new girlfriend.

Eddie didn't say anything, but you feel his gaze on you the entire time, which makes you avoid his gaze.

“Are you being serious?” Billy asks, his tone sharp as usual. You shrug. “I thought that Jamie guy was going with you." You can see he's holding himself back from rolling his eyes, and Eddie stops looking at you to look at him.

“Jamie?” Warren asks what everyone was wanting. "Really?”

“You said that it was a bad idea.” You say angrily to Billy, because he was acting like he wasn't partly to blame for this.

“Yes, but if you're going to complain about going alone, you'd better accept the invitation." You suck in a breath, and Billy triggers a deafening silence in the room.

“I'm going out for a walk.” You say leaving, if you let no one stop you or ask you to stay.

“Really bro?” You hear Rojas' voice as it fades out as you move away.

You don't know how long you spent kicking pebbles on the sidewalk outside your house, slowly becoming grateful that your house wasn't so far from Chuck's and that soon you were on your own. You feel the presence of someone approaching, and decide not to look at whoever it was, it was still daytime and you didn't feel threatened by being alone on the street.

“Billy is a dick!” Roundtree speaks, sitting next to you, and you laugh melancholically. “I'm sorry about him, you know that if you don't want you, you don't have to do anything, right?”

You nod, still looking ahead and not at him. And that's why you don't notice how nervous he was, thinking minutely about his next words and how to do it. He opens his mouth and closes it without saying anything a couple of times before getting straight to the point.

“Go with me.” That's all he says, and you look at him with a frown.

“Is this a joke?” You start to get irritated just by this prospect, he holds your thigh so you don't get up.

“No.” He makes it clear, and you try to understand what the hell was going on. “I don't have a date.”

“But you said…”

“Let me be clearer." He says, holding back a laugh. "I don't have a date anymore.”

“You didn't have to do that." You say, with a bittersweet feeling of happiness.

“I wanted to, and besides, you know my times with you are always amazing.” You feel your cheeks burn as your smile widens. "So, what do you say?”

“Of course, I'd love to go with you." You hug him, feeling your body fill with butterflies. "Thank you, really.”

“I'll pick you up at eight?" He says, seeing you get up to go to your house.

“But don't you go early to check the sound?" You say holding back a smile.

“Oh yeah, forgot about that.” He says scratching the back of his head. “Then...”

“We can meet at Chuck's.” You say, completing his reasoning.

…

You take a deep breath before you knock on the door, automatically holding your folder with your drawings close to your chest, as if that would protect them from any judgment you theorized could happen.

When the wooden object opens, you can't contain your smile, and open your arms to welcome your brother in a hug. He squeezes you with longing and happiness, in the corner of your eyes you can see the rest of the band smiling when they look at you. When breaking away from the hug, everyone in the band gets their due "hi" and "I missed you!" of you, as soon as you finish talking to Karen and getting to know her you turn to Roundtree.

“Hey.” You say in a low voice, as if anything that involved you and Eddie was a secret. Perhaps a force of habit.

“Hello Y/N” His voice comes out harshly, something you hadn't imagined coming from your reunion.

“Good to see you.” By this time, you were feeling the tension building up. “Look, maybe we should talk about…”

“I don't think that's a great idea.” He cuts you off, avoiding looking deep into your eyes.

“Oye Eddie, check out this vest that I brought!” Rojas' voice calls him, and you try to ignore the tightness in your chest.

“I'll see you around.” He says, walking over to the curly-haired drummer.

“Everything alright, honey?” Camila's voice makes you jump in fright, but when you come face to face with her, your body melts.

You hug her immediately, gradually feeling calmer. "I'm so glad you're here, you have no idea”

She notices your gaze fixed on Eddie when you leave the hug, and knows (more than anyone) what that gaze held. All the history you had since that prom, which was put on hiatus due to the reticence caused by your departure.

“So you and Eddie?” She asks, looking concerned.

“I fear that's not even a thing anymore.” You swallow your upset, and put into practice what brought you there. “Hey y'all, gather here! I can't wait to show you what I came up with since I knew you were coming.”

“You know we don't even have a record company yet, right?” Billy asks, but not in a harsh, rude tone. But in fact, genuinely curious.

“I know, but you wouldn't come here if you didn't believe you were going to wear these clothes on stage one day." You smile, causing your brother to do the same. “So shut up and come and see it.”

You see they laugh with you, not noticing that Eddie was holding his.

…

Your hands shook as you positioned the letter in front of your boyfriend, if you could call him that. For everyone, Eddie had only done you a favor on the day of the prom, but in reality you had been sneaking out ever since.

The vivid memory of the cold wind hitting your skin took you to that night, ‘The Dunne brothers’ had already made the show a while ago and he didn't take long to grab your hand and guided you to the roof. You had no idea if they were allowed to be there, but fuck it, you had finished school and nothing would be important after that night.

You sat together eating some food that you had brought, and the comfortable silence hovered between you. You feel his gaze on you, and you slowly gain the courage to say what you've been thinking since that day began.

“Thank you.” Your voice comes out in a whisper. “For doing this with me.”

“Are you kidding?” He says between a laugh. "I always have a blast with you. And to be honest, I kinda want this to last forever.”

“Yeah me too.” You look deep into his eyes, and see him get closer, interspersing his gaze between your lips and your eyes.

It stops when you are inches close, You feel his breathing and his intense gaze, little by little the party music fades away, being replaced by the beat of his heart.

“Why did you stop?” You whisper, looking now at his lips.

“Your brothers are going to kill me." He says jokingly, making you smile. “But I never cared what they thought anyway.”

One of his hands goes up to your cheeks, caressing your skin before kissing your lips. You didn't know what an explosion it would be like when it happened, but your body surrendered to it every second, and since then, you two haven't been able to put an end to it. And honestly, you didn't even want to.

Eddie takes the letter in hand, knowing that your nervousness probably indicated something. He wasn't angry, but disappointed, and it broke your heart.

“You were going to leave me a letter?” He speaks in disbelief, a few tears appearing in his eyes.

“Babe, let me explain…” You say but he interrupts you.

“You were going to leave, and I was going to be the last to know…” Your voice was choked, and you felt your tears running down your cheeks. "Damn sunshine, a fucking letter?!”

“I couldn't find the right time to tell you. " You say taking his hands, sitting next to him. "I didn't want to upset you…”

“Did you really think I was going to be upset?" He looked hurt by it all, and you wanted to disappear. "That I would be upset watching my girlfriend achieve her dream?"

“When you put it like that, well.” You close your mouth before finishing your thought.

“I wish you the best." He stands up, and you watch him closely. “You will rock, I'm sure.”

“Where are you going?” You say through tears, and he turns so you don't see his.

“I need some air. " He says, opening the door, and leaving.

You didn't see him in the days after, and on the day you were all packed to leave… he left you a letter.

...

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krisstheidiot · 9 months ago

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1-Character Intros 1.0

A/N:- It's a lot but I thought this would be more of an effective background and context than in pics so yeah spare me guys I wrote this with half my usual braincell lol

@series directory

Name: Y/N Holmes

Age: 18

Year: Freshmen (Fall Sem)

Major: Double major in Computer science and Film Studies with a minor in Fashion Design.

Extracurriculars: Student Rep in the student council, Tennis, Theatre, Writing.

Vibes: Chaotic Academia, Occasionally casual chic, Smiley, Crack most of the time, Spontaneous, Very Indecisive, Sarcasm goes undetected as jokes, Every word is laced with sarcasm so good luck, history is full of how to pull off crimes but its for research nothing much.

Background: Part French(Maternal) and part British-Korean(Paternal), Skipped two years when she was a kid but then took a gap before applying for college, met Seungmin and Han in 7th grade, Mom is a famous fashion designer, Dad a surgeon, during the gap she took she had gone on a trip around Europe with her mom and made friends in France during the month she stayed there.

Name: Kim Seungmin

Age: 20

Year: Sophomore

Major: Double major in Journalism and Media Arts.

Extracurriculars: Treasurer(Student Council), Runs the campus newsletter, Photography club, Baseball.

Vibes: Smart Casual look, Citycore, Straightforward, does not believe in delulu, Sarcastic mean but funny in a way, will sassy shit on people who bother the people he cares about, pretty smile, is very sentimental inside, book boyfriend coded to the T. (*Mom I want one*)

Name: Han Jisung

Age: 20

Year: Sophomore

Major: Double major in Audio Engineering and Music Technology

Extracurriculars: Extra curriculars head(student council), Music, Part of the band called 3racha on campus, Also the campus radio show host with the other two from 3racha called "Racha Talks"

Vibes: Grunge, graphic tees with blazers, Beatles, Chaos, Very shinchan coded lol, Sirius black outfits, Emo boy x Indie, funny but the stupid kind, Will snort at a funeral, under the surface he is very feeling like very, likes anime, will force you to watch silent voice and then proceed to cry like a baby though ofc you would too, Taps his knee to calm his anxiety.

Name: Bang (Christopher) Chan

Age: 22

Year: Senior

Major: Double major in Music Production and Audio Engineering.

Extracurriculars: President(student council), Music, Part of the band called 3racha on campus, Also the campus radio show host with the other two from 3racha called "Racha Talks".

Vibes: Black, Casual Neat, Comfort is fashion core, Protective, Nice, sweet, Caring, will smile at you for no reason at all, Cry and the person who did it will be 6 feet under, Mans is a walking green flag y'all, Father of 7, Aussie Aussie Aussie, Kangaroo, Very huggable.

Name: Lee Minho

Age: 21

Year: Junior

Major: Major in Dance and Minor in Culinary Arts

Extracurriculars: Vice president(School council), Dance team, Volunteers at the animal shelter.

Vibes: Casual comfortable, does not like being extravagant, add cat fur on every piece of clothing, Convenient chic fashion, Sass in a very aggressive manner, Mans has evil written all over that attractive ass smirk on his face but in a good way ofc, Will not take anyone's shit, prefers cats to humans but honestly who doesn't, Cat butler to his three fur babies(we Stan).

Name: Seo Changbin

Age: 21

Year: Junior

Major: Music technology and Production

Extracurriculars: Secretary(Student Council), Music, Part of the band called 3racha on campus, Also the campus radio show host with the other two from 3racha called "Racha Talks".

Vibes: Black again, But make it more edgy, beanies, gym buddy, will fight someone for you, Mans is strong and fit, intimidating at first look but girl don't kid me he is the sweetest when you get to know him, Badtz Maru but slay, will bring you to eat with him because why the hell not.

Name: Hwang Hyunjin

Age: 20

Year: Sophomore

Major: Fine Arts and Dance.

Extracurriculars: Arts, Dance team, Soccer team.

Vibes: Artsy light academia, Fancy, luxury, part times as a model(flex), Sassy, Judgy sometimes, Side eye 10x, Fears Minho, Sad eater, Seungmin biased, Procrastinates too much, Laughs at every thing you say, Laughing while clapping 100x.

Name: Lee Felix (Yongbok)

Age: 20

Year: Sophomore

Major: Culinary arts.

Extracurriculars: Gaming club, Dance team, E-culture club.

Vibes: Fancy, colourful, pastels, bright, Deep voice baby face, So sunshiney all the time that you might melt from the warmth he radiates, mans is fixated on levelling up in his games, will help you build your pc, rgb went brr, streams a lot on twitch, shouting ensues whenever he is playing headphones recommended to protect your eardrums.

Name: Yang Jeongin

Age: 19

Year: Freshmen(Spring Sem)

Major: Fashion Design

Extracurriculars: Soccer team, Theatre(Costume design), Campus volunteer for extra merits.

Vibes: Modern chic, very stylish, ootd's all the time, very confident somehow and will judge people just because, Sass king, Baby bread, is very much the maknae on top even if he isn't the youngest in a setting, also models part time yay!, this guy will bully you about your height ofc in association with Seungmin.

Name: Simon Daneu

Age: 25

Occupation: CEO of a company specialising in Games and Software called Solyx.

Background: Y/N's Cousin brother but is closer to a real one because of their bond, Part French(Paternal) and part American-Korean(Maternal).

Vibes: Formal casual, Polo shirts, Button ups, corduroy pants, very chic, very overprotective as well, will spoil with no hesitation, still will bully as well with no hesitation whatsoever, likes mocking his younger sisters and brother, will pull out his card even you need the most trivial things because with him no one pays.

Name: Noelle Daneu

Age: 20

Occupation: Famous chef/baker, Owns a line of cafes and bakery/patisseries called 'The Dusk' around that are viral for their desserts and specials, also a model.

Background: Simon's younger sister, Y/N's cousin sister but is closer to a real one because of their bond, Part French(Paternal) and part American-Korean(Maternal).

Vibes: Light academia, Boss girl look, Is very funny, will spoil her younger sibs, Y/N is her baby sister and will be spoiled to bits, besties, Is very sassy which is very much a family trait honestly.

Name: Theo Holmes

Age: 9

Background: Y/N's lil brother, is a elementary student, lives in Seoul, very much rich kid but the good kind.

Vibes: Whatever mom buys lol, acts way too smug for his won good, will get bonked if he doesn't behave, finds it funny when y/n is annoyed and it makes his life a bit better to see her irritated, will tease y/n and then will whine when faced with retaliation, fights like they were enemies and then the very next minute will be giggling around like idiots.

Name: Amelia Wallis

Age: 19

Background: Y/N's bestie from Paris(met when y/n was on the Europe trip)

Vibes: Confident, cool, fashionable, always looking out for y/n, will hit someone for her.

Name: Mattheo Grey

Age: 20

Background: Y/N's bestie from Paris(met when y/n was on the Europe trip)

Vibes: Dark academia, poems, research papers, theatre kid, Hamilton.

Name: Elliot Wesley

Age: 19

Background: Y/N's bestie from London(met when y/n was on the Europe trip and then proceeded to become friends with Mattheo and Amelia)

Vibes: Smug, confident, bold, proud, country club fashion, tennis partners with y/n when she was in London, is very annoying when he wants to be.

Series Taglist:- @hyunverse , @nujeskz , @queen-in-the-shadows , @phtogravi , @authentic-65 , @rylea08 ,......

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ebony-hawthorne · 5 months ago

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miraculous rewrite part 2: marinette

Disclaimer! ok so i'm gonna do my best with this, and am quite aware i am probably not the most knowledgeable on chinese cultures, however her cultural identity is an important part of her character. So i apologize in advance, for any inappropriate comments and mistakes i make. I will also not be giving her a Chinese name as i am not well enough versed in the subject, and do not want to be offensive. If anyone has ideas, please let me know! Disclaimer over

So marinette. Has quite a few issues to say the least. I'm not really gonna talk about it, bc you can see any video essay on how flawed of a character she is. However i am gonna try to keep a few things similar. Also redesign will be coming soon i hope! Me and a friend are (hopefully) gonna do it together.

marinette had always loved clothes and fashion. Some of her fondest memories were walking down boulevards with her mom and dad, gazing awestruck at shop windows and the beautiful clothes she saw people wearing, learning to sew from her uncle, and her first design coming to her life.

She and her parents moved to paris from shanghai when she was 10, so that they could help at her grandfathers bakery. She truly believed her dreams were coming true, and immersed herself into the culture, and worked hard to become fluent in french. She loved the food, the people, and especially the fashion. Sure it wasn't her fairytale, but is life ever really like that?

Her school life was difficult at first. She wasn't very fluent in french, and barely understood what she was being taught. And then there was chloe, who would throw snide comments her way, at every chance she got. Of course they weren't all bad, and she was adopted into a group of very kind girls who were also being bullied by chloe, and they would accompany her through to highschool.

She made her best friend ever in middle school, alya, who had been on the recieving end of chloes cruelty for a while at that point. They bonded over how strongly they disliked her, and after that they were inseparable.

At the age of fifteen she loves a few things. Fashion, thrifting, and luka, though she would never admit it to juleka, after all he was her brother. She loved music, being partial to punk rock, and k-pop. And she loved the agreste brand, it could possibly be stated as a special interest. After all mr agreste's designs were inspired! She could list off every single line he ever made, all his red carpet looks. She would daydream of an opportunity to own a single garment of his, which she could never afford. She still couldn't believe she had found a vintage dress thrifting!

So she was fairly comfortable with the life she had made in paris, as she headed into tenth grade. And she was sure nothing could shake her. Until she met adrien...

(I did not mean for this to get this lon i am so sorry guys)

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous rewrite #gabriel agreste #mlb rewrite #Mlb #Miraculous #miraculous marinette

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amy201906 · 1 year ago

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Miraculous Impact

Genshin x Miraculous Ladybug Inspired by AKazuhasimp's Shanghai princess fanfic from Wattpad

This is for the Genshin and Miraculous Fans out there.

(Takes place before the second half of Nonstop, the chapters after voicelines)

Marinette and her friends are all in college, Y/N (the reader) is catching up with her studies for her fourth year, an international exchange program in Paris. Dottore (Zeta, nicer segment/ aka Zandik) and Xiao accompany her, along with Saya and Pantalone. Aether also happened to be here with Paimon to meet Furina and Neuvillette, also watching Lyney and Lynette's magic show.

One lovely afternoon in Paris

Dottore (Zandik) glanced at the designs of Agreste brand dresses.

Pantalone was also taking Saya (Ember) shopping. He was planning to buy the fancy attires for Pierro and Tsaritsa as well.

Xiao, Kokomi and Tomo followed behind us.

We then heard voices down the hall.

"Thank you Mr. Agreste. This design is perfect." Replied a young male voice.

Taeyong walked out and he stopped in his tracks when he saw his fans.

"Hi guys. Be sure to check out our new song!" Taeyong replied with a wave.

He then sprinted towards the door, rushing to the car waiting for him outside.

Unfortunately, Taeyong forgot to look where he was going.

"Ooof!" Reacted Taeyong, "Aish! I'm so sorry! Are you ok?!" Asked Taeyong after he had accidentally smacked into someone.

"No worries. Hello there, oh you must be Nct Lee Taeyong." Began a young blond man.

"Hi. You are?" Asked Taeyong.

"I'm Adrien. My dad owns the fashion company." Adrien replied.

"Would you like an autograph or quick picture before I go?" Taeyong asked.

"Sure." Replied Adrien.

Taeyong hurriedly signed a piece of paper and took a photo with him.

"Nice. Well Adrien, I gotta run because I'm supposed head off for rehearsals." Replied Taeyong as he closed his phone and quickly waved.

"Well good luck Taeyong! Enjoy wearing the new designs my father designed for you." Smiled Adrien.

"Kangsamida! Thank you! See you!" Replied Taeyong.

"See you later Taeyong!" Xiao and me called.

"See ya!" Taeyong waves back and hurriedly got into the black van.

Some Nct members waved at them from inside the car.

"Hey Y/N did you find anything you like?" Dottore asked.

"So expensive." Saya and I both thought.

As if reading our minds, Pantalone quickly replies, "It's not that expensive," flipping his hand.

"Not as expensive as my father's artifacts I had to help buy the other day with Childe." Facepalmed Xiao.

"Dude that sucks." Replied Saya, trying not to laugh.

"Hey I like this one." I replied as I pointed at the silver gown on display in the middle.

"Oh sorry that one's not for sale. My dad designed that for my mom." Replied Adrien, looking apologetic.

"No worries. What about this one?" I asked, pointing at a sparkly purple, flowy gown.

"Oh yeah you can buy any of the ones here and there, just not the one in the middle that's just for display." Replied Adrien, his face lighting up again pointing left and right.

"No worries. Must be a very meaningful design." I replied.

"Only that one Y/N? You two should pick some more." Dottore replied gently from behind.

"Okay, if you insist." I replied, smiling.

I then went to look at a magenta one.

"Oooohh I like this one!" Saya jumped as she pointed at a dress near Pantalone.

"Not bad dear, you have good taste." Pantalone smiled at Saya as he adjusted his glasses for a closer look at the material.

"Well you all have fun shopping." Adrien waved as he left.

After buying the fashionable dresses and suits

"We should get back early since you guys have class tomorrow." Pantalone suggested.

Saya nodded, "Yeah let's head back to the dorms. I have morning class tomorrow. Can't believe exchange programs are like this too." She sighs, rolling her eyes.

We then got in the car and went back to our dorms.

That night

Kokomi, Dottore, Xiao, and me stood on the roof.

"Healing back up as always." I nodded towards them.

"Yeah. I can't fight that well." Laughs Kokomi.

"You want some company?" Asked Saya.

"If you want sure. Stay safe and look out for eachother." Kokomi nods.

We nodded and jumped down the buildings towards the gargoyl.

"Strange the Shadowhunters didn't ping us about this one." Xiao began as we teleported for a closer look.

We were about to fight it when two figures were already ahead of us.

"Cat Noir! Behind you!" Yelled someone.

It was none other than Ladybug and Cat Noir, the famous superhero duo in Paris.

"Well, guess we can call it a night and go enjoy a bit of vacation time..." Dottore began.

"Wait." Xiao began.

And then another figure appeared.

"Hmm what's my clone doing here?" Dottore asked, noticing one of his segments.

For some reason that segment wore a moth shaped mask.

"That your clone?" I asked him.

"Yes but with such an awful mask choice!" Dottore replied, clearly hating the mask choice Hawkmoth placed on him.

"It fits Signora's design." Xiao joked a little.

We followed it and then it was running towards the two who were busy fighting the gargoyl.

"Hey guys watch out!" I yelled.

"Let's deal with the clone. They can handle the rest." Dottore suggested.

I nodded.

Xiao placed on his mask and winds rushed from all directions.

He teleported in front of the clone with a jade spear.

He was about to land a hit when Cat Noir also was about to fight the clone.

"Out of my way mortal." Xiao ordered as he dashed mid air and swung his spear at the clone.

The clone easily blocked it and shot a dark blast of abyss aura.

Cat Noir sprang out of the way. They stood in surprise for a few seconds before jumping back into action.

"Hey, where did they come from?" Asked Ladybug.

"I could ask you the same thing m'lady." Replied Cat Noir.

They weren't sure if they were good or not.

While Xiao didn't know who they are.

Dottore meanwhile assessed the situation briefly from the sidelines before appearing next to them.

Cat Noir raised his weapon waringly at him, about to protect Ladybug.

"Hello you two, I cannot help notice that someone has kidnapped my brother again. I am here to save him." Dottore began.

It was half truth half lie.

"Your brother? He has been akumatized." Ladybug began.

"We'll handle this one." Xiao replied from the air. He then had to dodge a sudden blast of the dark energy.

"Something's wrong with him..." I realized.

Dottore teleported in front of the clone in attempt to yank off the mask, but before he got close enough, the clone took out a dark claymore and swung it towards him.

He easily dodged the attack but was met with a blast of strange energy that nearly hit him.

"We can help!" Yelled Cat Noir as he jumped from the balcony.

Ladybug used her yoyo as she managed to get to the roof in attempt to reach the clone.

The second Fatui Harbinger teleported behind them.

He snapped as two huge, silver needles appeared hovering above the clone.

"Suffer." Whispered Dottore.

"There's no need to hurt-" Began Ladybug.

And then explosions sounded from the sky as the Fatui Harbinger fought his clone.

"Stop fighting that man and get their miraculouses!" Ordered Hawkmoth's voice inside the clone's mask.

"Yes Master Hawkmoth." Replied the clone.

The clone then managed to break free from Dottore's ice traps and grabbed Ladybug and Cat Noir by their necks in the air.

"Hehe, not so strong now are you? Even the traveler couldn't stop us Fatui Harbingers." He laughed maniacly as he tried to take their miraculouses.

"Let go of them!" I yelled as I slowly drew out the electro sword from my heart.

"Nuo dance evil conquering!" Yelled Xiao as jade spears flew towards the clone's back.

Dottore redirected the hovering needles again.

"Now you shall perish!" I yelled.

The clone instantly let go of the duo and refocused his attention on us.

Electro bursted from the sword.

Clang!

The electro sword was met with the dark claymore.

The electro had only wounded his hands, burning them to the bone.

It did not cut through like usually it would.

A few jade spears had managed to pierce the clone.

What kind of experiment escaped out of Dottore's lab this time?! I thought.

Xiao and I realized the situation as we looked at Dottore for an answer.

"Who Did This to him?!" Asked Dottore, snapping a little.

"Hawkmoth." Replied Ladybug and Cat Noir in sync.

We then watched as the clone teleported away.

Dottore suddenly teleported too and was nowhere seen.

"Where did he go?" Asked Cat Noir.

"Probably after the clone." Xiao replied as his mask slowly dissappeared.

We heard a sudden growl behind us.

"Oops. Forgot about the gargoyl." Replied Cat Noir.

Ladybug yelled as they both tried to slow down the monster from running into the building. Xiao swung his spear while Cat Noir swung his pole at the Gargoyl.

As the Gargoyl was knocked unconscious, it had hit the ground with a loud thud. Dark moths flew out and a frail man remained on the ground. Ladybug had tossed her yoyo in the air and captured the largest one.

"Interesting device." Xiao compliments.

"Thanks." Replied Ladybug as she then let the purified moth fly away.

"You know what the moths remind me of? Signora." I whispered to Xiao.

Xiao shook his head, "Fighting 8th Fatui harbinger was easy but she talked just as much as Childe." He replied with arms crossed.

"Fatui harbingers? What?!" Asked Cat Noir and Ladybug, accidentally overhearing the small talk.

"Well, see you guys around." Xiao began.

"Wait what are your names?!" Called Cat Noir.

"They're heros just like us-" Ladybug began, gently reaching for Cat Noir's claw.

"I'm Raiden Acheron, and this is Xiao, he's a guardian Yaksha from Liyue." I replied.

"Who was that guy that just left?" Asked Cat Noir, "you think he can catch his brother?" He also asks.

"That was Dottore, Second of the Fatui Harbingers, I would stay away from him, trust me it's for your own safety, not mine." I replied.

"Then why would he help us?" Asked Cat Noir, confused.

"Well he has a soft spot for her. Not that I care...she's right though, I would stay away from Dottore if you don't want trouble or become one of his brother's experiment." Suggested Xiao crossing his arms again.

"What experiments?" Asked Ladybug.

"Lab and bio experiments." Xiao replied, careful of what he was telling them.

"So much for a brother." Replied Ladybug, shaking her head.

"Well we gotta go. It was nice meeting you two. Hope we catch him soon." Replied Cat Noir, "Catch you later Ladybug!" He jumps as he sprangs away.

Xiao then teleported me back to our dorm.

"Well, that was an eventful evening." I sighed as I collapsed onto the dorm bed.

"Yeah. It was." Nods Xiao as he rests on the rug.

That Evening

Dottore angrily smashed a beaker in his lab.

"I had everything under control. EVERYTHING. And then THIS DAM CREATION!" Wrathed Dottore.

"THAT DARN THING! WE SHOULD've killed it but Y/N and you were too merciful!" Beta yelled as he went to clean up the glass shards.

"So much for showing mercy!" Dottore then sighs loudly as he tried to calm down.

Felix gulped as he was outside the lab.

He was about to hand some lab reports and some documents that had leads to where the clone could be and who could've possibly stole the clone.

"Dottore-" began Felix nervously.

"Who goes there!? Show yourself!" Snapped Beta (Blaze).

"It's just Felix." Hissed Dottore.

"Oh look, now you shows yourself after the clone you were supposed to watch escaped!" Hissed Beta as he jabbed a finger at Felix.

"Sir, I'm sorry-" Felix began.

"Beta, enough you're scaring the poor agent." Dottore ordered.

"Beta, there's no point getting angry at an agent." Zane (Omega) hissed.

"Hmph!" Hissed Beta.

"Let's get to the problem at hand, have any of you found out who akumatized the clone?" Asked Xander (Xi Clone that looks like red Xiao).

"Felix, the documents?" Dottore asked.

Felix handed him the documents without a word.

"You may leave, you're dismissed for today. If you see Y/N, tell her that I won't make it for dinner tonight." He sighed, looking apologetic.

"Lord Dottore- I know this isn't my business but I don't think you wanna miss a night out with her. Taeyong has done that multiple times and they had a fight about it once..." Felix began.

"I am not Taeyong." Hissed Dottore.

"I know I'm sorry if I offended you. I will tell her." Nodded Felix as he quickly left.

The Fatui Agent particularly half sprinted out the lab.

Unfortunately, despite Zeta being the kinder one out of the other Dottore clones and all, Felix still didn't quite trust him for some things.

Felix gave a sigh as he walked for a bit and then teleported into an empty ally.

"Help! Let me go!" Yelled a small voice.

Felix turned and followed towards the sound.

"Paimon's a fairy and not a Kwami!" Yelled the little fairy angrily.

"Hey! Let her go!" Yelled Felix, taking out his Fatui knife boomerangs.

The hawk-masked, blue haired man then let go of Paimon quickly.

"Wait Dottore-?!" Asked Felix, realizing it was the escaped clone.

He hesitantly took out his boomerang and threw them at the clone of his boss.

The clone easily dodged, tilted its head at Felix and gave an eerie smile.

Felix fearfully grabbed Paimon and teleported out. He reappeared in Dottore's lab.

"The escaped clone he's still in paris! I saw him! I Had to save Paimon!" Felix replied, out of breath.

Dottore took one look at Felix and the fairy in his hand.

"This is getting out of hand. Beta track his coordinates now!" Ordered Dottore.

Beta nodded and tried to pinpoint the location from his phone.

"Use your mind idiot!" Hissed Xander.

Beta tried again.

Meanwhile Omega Dottore's mask glowed a little.

"I found him and the culprit." Replied Omega Dottore as his mask glowed blue and dark blue purple.

"It's him." Frowned Dottore (Zeta)

Dottore (Zeta) angrily shot a small blast of cryo energy, blasting a beaker towards the wall.

"Since he akumatized my stolen clone, which had almost wounded Y/N, I am obligated to destroy them both." Dottore noted, concluding his decision.

"Who is that man anyways?" Asked Beta.

"Gabrielle Agreste." Replied Dottore.

Beta nodded as he teleported out of the lab.

"The files, he owns one of the big Fashion Industries in Paris." Felix began.

"I don't care what background this man has. Anyone who is a threat to my beloved shall perish!" Snarled Dottore, his gloves forming a fist.

"He's just a small villain, he can't hurt Y/N. plus we'll be in Shanghai soon after this and then back home." Felix began.

"I don't care! He got his hands on one of my experiments, MY CLONE! He had no right to intefere and order it around!" Snarled Dottore, furious.

"Let's calm down mate-" Felix began.

Felix then realized he forgot something and mentally facepalmed himself.

"DO NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO! HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN YOUR ORIGINAL PLACE?!" Snarled Dottore suddenly as he marched towards Felix.

Felix cowered in fear and kneeled.

Bangchan who had just entered the lab to check on his friends immediatly rushed over to Felix.

"HEY DOTTORE, WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT TREATING US ALL?!" Bangchan yelled.

"All not listening! Perhaps I shall deliver a lethal punishment to remind who you are talking to and one's rank!" Snarled Dottore (Zeta) as his claymore and needles hovered dangerously on them.

"Hey what's going on here?" Boomed a voice.

In walked Captain of Fatui Harbingers, Capitano who was also known as the Captain of Ateez, Kim Hongjoong.

Dottore (Zeta) realized what he was doing and quickly let the needles and claymore dissappear.

Several Dottore let out a sigh. They knew not to get on the Captain's bad side and definitely did not want to ruin the alliance between Fatui and Nct.

"I'm sorry. I know I have Lost It! This is absolutely Unacceptable! Not long after we handled the Decepticons and some of my clones, We Finally were able to FIND time for Y/n and the others to rest and recharge from the commissions such as saving-the-world Archon work, and now this happens while on VACATION! Which was out of my calculations and plan!" Fumed Dottore (Zeta).

"I know that but may I remind you not to take your anger out on your colleagues or friends?" Asked Captain, removing his Capitano mask.

He glanced gently at Dottore with his sea blue eyes.

"I know. I'm sorry, I hate to say it, but I'm worried about Y/N and Xiao." Admits Dottore.

He then quickly turns away, not wanting to show his emotions in front of them.

"You were always the soft one, understandable you get worked up over someone you care about." Replied Captain gently.

Dottore (Zeta) didn't reply, he sighed and then sulked a little as he sat onto the lab chair Xander had pushed over.

"Rest and go have dinner with Y/N and Nct. I heard some Nct members are going to be at that resturaunt." Captain winks at Dottore before leaving.

Dottore sat up and turned towards Felix, realizing what the Fatui agent was facepalming about.

"Thank you for not telling her." He whispered to Felix in thanks as he teleported out.

Felix and Bangchan stared at him through the mask bewildered, then returned their attention to Paimon, who look a bit dazed.

"Right, let's get you home. Where were you about to go again?" Felix asked, still confused.

"Well Paimon was enjoying a snack with Navia, Lyney and Lynette when he showed up! They didn't notice so I followed him but he caught me!" Explained the fairy.

"Take me to them." Felix nods to the fairy.

Paimon nods as the two teleported to the hotel to explain the situation.

(Zeta normally doesn't wear his mask unless for battle)

Taeyong had thought he had sat in his chair when he sat on someone soft.

"Dottore?!" Jumped the dragon archon.

This earned some stares and chuckles from the Nct members.

They awkwardly stared at one another as Taeyong got up.

"You're right on time-" Began the Dragon archon nervously.

"Yes, anything for our girlfriend." Whispered Dottore.

Taeyong awkwardly sat next to Dottore and was still staring at his former enemy, now frenemy/friend.

"How's the vacation?" Asked Taeyong, breaking the silence.

"It's going great." Lied Dottore with a small smile.

"Good." Replied Taeyong.

Xiao and Y/N who were talking with some new friends turned.

"Sorry I'm late." Dottore replied.

"No worries." Smiled Y/N

Xiao however, noticed Dottore and narrowed his eyes at him.

"Where were you, when the clone ran away?!" Asked Xiao, slightly impatient

"I went after it." Dottore simply replied.

Xiao then stabbed his fork deep into the steak au poivre.

"Did you kill it?" Asked Xiao.

"He got away. Hawkmoth did something to my clone. He is not some small villain. I can list all the possible consequences that could happen to Paris if we don't find them both soon." Dottore replies.

"Right, another clone to handle." Sighed Xiao, eating his tofu.

"How did you even-, Nevermind." Dottore replied, noticing the tofu Xiao ate.

Next day at the college

I carried my books and headed towards the front gate.

"Watch out!" Yelled a young man who was skateboarding fast.

Xiao immediately stepped in front of me and got hit by the guy instead. It caused me to accidentally hit someone behind me.

I thought Xiao or Dottore had caught me.

Dottore however was next to me.

I turned around to find a tall blonde lady instead.

"Sorry about your coffee-" I began, noticing the spilled coffee.

I ignored the coffee stain on my coat.

Dottore was already helping me wipe off the stain.

"Uhgh! Watch where you are going!" Hissed the blonde angrily.

"She said she was sorry." Xiao retorts, slightly glaring at the girl.

She then quickly tried to place an innocent expression when she saw Dottore.

"Hi, you are?" She asked, trying to sound innocent.

Dottore however ignored her and followed Xiao and me.

Xiao and I glanced at eachother bewildered as we walked towards the college front doors.

"The hell was that about?!" Hissed Xiao, chewing his gum.

"I don't know but that was funny." I replied as we sat down for class.

"Hello. Welcome everyone. I will be taking attendance and begin today's lesson in World Literature." Replied the professor.

After first class

"Homework already?" Xiao asked.

"Yeah." I replied.

"I got to help teach a class." Replied Dottore.

"Well good for you, I better get back to the dorms so I can work on this recent assignment." Xiao sarcastically replied as he was about to walk away.

I was about to head out when I felt someone tap me.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

Chloe looked angry and looked like steam was coming out of her ears.

"Listen Y/N, you're not the boss here. Do you even know who I am?!" She asked, tapping her foot on the ground.

"You're Chloe." I replied trying to hide my annoyance.

Xiao was already annoyed and started glaring at her.

"My father is the mayor of this city!" Fumed Chloe.

"I know that, and guess what my parents have friends who are part of the Chinese government, so let's not fight ok?!" I replied in a sarcastic tone.

"You better stay away from Adrien and who do you think you are getting all the guys?!" She hissed, jabbing a finger at Xiao.

"Oh him? This my bodyguard." I replied pointing at Xiao.

"And he's her-" Xiao began, pointing at Dottore.

"Boyfriend." Dottore replies, finishing Xiao's sentence.

Xiao gave a bombtastic side eye at Dottore, then blew a huge bubble from the gum he was chewing. A small popping sound was heard as it exploded dangerously close to Chloe's shirt. "You're kidding." Began Chloe.

"Want me to show their contacts on my phone to prove it?!" I asked, trying not to laugh.

"How did you even find-" Began Chloe, staring at us, bewildered.

"Chloe! Leave the new students alone!" Yelled a dark haired girl.

"Marinette! Just who I needed to see." Smirked Chloe.

"Oh Hi Marinette. You were there at the resturaunt l when I was sitting with my friends and s/o." I replied.

"Yeah...Haha." Replied Marinette.

"Wait Dottore and Xiao, I think I saw you somewhere-" Adrien began.

"Ah perhaps." Replied Dottore.

"The sweet treats you guys have at your bakery are delicious by the way, even Xiao likes them." I replied.

"The tofu shaped bread was good also the baguettes, Venti and Raiden enjoyed them too." Replied Xiao.

"Oh feel free to come buy them again." Replied Marinette.

I then headed off with Xiao to our next class.

"Good riddance I forgot how to math." Xiao mentally facepalmed himself.

"How are you even in the law firm then?!" Asked Dottore.

"Don't ask. My dad had connections." Whispers Xiao.

"And I havent been to a math class for more than three years." I whispered, smiling awkwardly.

"It's alright, I'll help you." Dottore replied.

"Taeyong used to help me but he got stuck on the word problems." I replied laughing.

"I'm smarter than him." Replied Dottore and Xiao.

Dottore stared at Xiao, while Xiao stared at Dottore.

They exchanged a few jealous glares before refocusing on class.

"Hey Dottore, aren't you supposed to be in a lab or something if you're so good?" Asked Xiao whispering to him.

"I just want to attend this class to help Y/N." he whispered then smirked at Xiao.

"She's got me." Xiao replied.

"Xiao, you literally just said you forgot how to write equations." Snickered Dottore.

"Anyone want to solve this?" Asked the professor suddenly.

Dottore raised Xiao's hand up.

Xiao gave Dottore a death glare.

Xiao gulped as he wrote the equation.

"Almost very close." Replied the prof.

A few from the class giggled a little.

"Let's not laugh, math isn't always everyone's strong field." Replied the prof.

Dottore shook his head, walked down the steps and rewrote the whole thing.

"Now that's the correct answer. Excellent work!" Smiled the prof.

Dottore handed the chalk back to the professor and then went back to sit next to me.

Xiao glared daggers at Dottore.

"Practice makes perfect." Smirked Dottore.

"Imma get you later for this." Hissed Xiao.

I giggled.

"Hey can I get some help with this problem here?" I asked.

Dottore went to help me while Xiao was quietly lamenting with his math questions.

That afternoon after uni classes

"Hey, I'm tired!" I yawned.

Xiao yawned too.

Dottore didn't yawn at all.

"That was interesting." Dottore replied.

"Yeah." I replied.

We then went to our dorms to study and eat.

To be continued...

#genshin dottore #dottore x reader #genshin impact #miraculous ladybug #cat noir #adeptus xiao #xiao x reader #crossover au

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martha's master class

lmao I love the way this is made martha my beloved he IS astute! & the son of an actress! "presence & enthusiasm as they undress each other. Oh! There goes the hat!" of course you did, with the hat as a character bomb went off, shoving her lover under the bed to save his life believe you me MARTHA ah yes the timing. I think he was a personal trainer! I'd be proud of him too! Listening & thinking than line count I like Martha is great. *whispers* very hitchcock she is just talking them thru lol. But they totally look like they are filming it from the loft. Maybe during his physio appointments. why wipe it off? I was right! They DID need to be watching him to make sure he was awake & watching! They did this for him... they were up in the middle of the night doing this to give castle the best birthday gift ever for a mystery writer. Tho an escape room would have been fun too. just walking on the phone as people do "should he decide to break in" why didn't he shred it tho? the soda from the cabinet <3 coordinating it with the beckett fridge hint was sooo good they had rehearsals on the day-of!? She has lied before, she IS a good actress sometimes! I want to look in your fridge! I feel like I am being attacked! Oh no! I have a particular talent for telling people what to do & how to do it! I love her sm & am so glad they made that

your home is your castle

desirable real estate? really? it is a thousand dollars biweekly for a closet in someone's bathroom & you only get to sleep there nights because your roommate sleeps there during the day. at least it is not as bad as toronto They are getting an interiot designer to tour the loft. love it.

Alfred. I like this fellow. & vern ofc. get the script first, determine what we will build & what we will not. tracing paper 3d model digitally thankfully materials Building a set is honestly great robbing peter to pay paul, renting vs building vs buying oOH WE GET TO SEE THE MILL

HEY I RECOGNIZE THAT, THEY ARE BUILDING THE SPACESHIP I THINK Damon my man Ah, time constraints. My dad is a carpenter, he has done work for museums & churches, I wonder what it would be like if he made commissions for film. Like that one person in the murdoch mysteries fandom (I think @ha-bloody-ha is the one?) who does some kind of fiber art commissions for the costume department. "build me a sign" in the middle of shooting like bro you just... didn't have that already? ok lol wet paint still on camera lol

Experts in tribeca lol two sisters & a mom in the heart of tribeca near beckett's loft & their cute umbrellas & their very new york accents privacy, eateries, family, celebrity, sounds perfect for kate.

Lol I love their fake skyline Oooh a full tour of her apartment dustjackets fan wiki does not have a map for beckett's apartment so I'll grab a clip I like her art & stuff Alfred understands characters so well MY FATHER & I WOULD TAG TEAM THIS GUY & GIVE HIM A LICKING BECAUSE AS A CHEF & A KITCHEN DESIGNER WE ARE SO MAD. fancy plastic from home depot lol I like her stairs & the books on them Ooh a rooftop garden! She canonically likes to read I like how stana & alfred sat down & chatted. oh, johanna pic... open it up physically ooh so good! the lighting is indeed nice. Ah yes, set ceilings are able to be removed. Nice. She has a dining room? Wow lol. Ah her bedroom is a swing set. They take it down & store it & then if they need it they set it back up. Audio sounds a bit like the portal radio that is her bedroom? No I don't think so I think this is the workshop where they are setting up her bedroom...

Soho new york these pretty ladies! artists, writers, Bachelor & playboy & walking distance to restaurants really pretty tbh. Old fashioned. walking distance 5-10m from where kate lives according to the new york fellows faster on foot than in a taxi, obviously

Love the skylight NF: What I learned about richard castle when I walked in here was that he is incredibly wealthy. Old spectacles, swords, typewriters, weird alphabet golfballs they just hide their lines around the sets lmao open shelves are great for me as an adhder with a lack of object permanence, out of sight out of mind. But that is One Heavy Door considering the shelves are acting as the wall between the office & rest of the house. The kitchen certainly is interesting. Too clean imo just have a cambro under there lol NF: "we've all lived like that" smells like dust lol sfx, perry! My man! Ah, fire issues. Wourder. Jersey lol. it IS a nice staircase! Vern: Is there anything actually up there? Me: well they joked about seamus dever sleeping in castle's bed & jon huertas putting a cot up there to nap between takes... The stairs: *nothing* I too would love to see martha's room! His office is bigger than I thought... is that a door to a balcony? Yeah that picture really messed me up at first, I thought maybe it was a mirror... of course all the walls need to be able to be removed Ooh hoo hoo his bedroom! Oh his fave is the photograph of the subway on the landing Want a hug? Aw so cute!

NF: Idk AM: Well there are several bedrooms... MQ: 15 million SK: Millions for sure. SS: Location location location AM: 3.5, 4 mil? NF: My apartment in new york was smaller than these two rooms combined & I was paying a little over 2k a month in rent... at least 6 million to buy SK: A detective from a family of academics would be able to afford a place like this so whatever those people make MQ: Gosh & I've never lived in new york I'm totally just acting like I know what I'm talking about NF: Becktt's apartment would be... AM: Maybe a million? a little more than that SS: a million three nine five ($1 395 000?) NF: 4.2 million SK: 200k Vern: Interesting guesses

3bed 3bath 5k sq feet in soho for 6mil with all that outdoorspace I'd buy one for myself & for each of my daughters 12mil 200k would get you a storage bin, maybe two, for your coats 2bed home office 1.8k sq feet fabulous details open kitchen exposed brick in the heart of tribeca, closer to 4mil. If there is outdoor space closer to 5mil.

Make your home your castle uwu *steals a book*

Lot Cops Oh no this one. Jon Huertas & Seamus Dever going for "tactical training" but I've seen this one & idk how much of it was scripted but it is insane they are insane I am insane I went insane over this not to mention how insanely funny it is. A recert for tactical effectiveness they say. I am trying SO HARD not to tell the entirety of tumblr how silly & stupid this is like How Much of this was scripted, how much did they say "just play around" how much did they tell the training team? how much were they acting? this feels like an unus annus episode r for restraint that's the only one I'm saying in this liveblog.

Deleted scene singular Are we dating? A couple weeks? Isn't that like,, all the vacation north americans get? Dating, being with, semi-cohabitating, I'll tell you what we're not doing: sleeping she TRIED to have that talk, twice even!

Someone posted these bloopers right? I love all the gibberish but "nine-- ten blocks away" could have stayed too much sex shut thup NO for a sec I thought he was speaking cree lmao "we never swear on this show" *shows a bunch of swearing* Who'd make a movie after a failed scifi series? That guy's gotta but fckn nuts! *serenity* Ok I'll clip the uh, the thing. Not the entire thing even tho it is very funny, just the, you know, the things I always grab from the bloopers.

#castle s5 bonus features #castle s5 outtakes

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Pairing : ItaSaku.🌸🍡 [ Modern AU.]

(In this story Itachi is 21 and Sakura is 19.)

Characters: Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Itachi, Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke, Yamanaka Ino, Sai, Nara Shikamaru, Temari, Uchiha Shisui, Uchiha Izumi, Sasori, Deidara. ( Some are only mentioned or make brief appearances.)

Category: Slice of life, fluff, angst and some humor.

WARNING(S): Good question. Let me know.

Word count : 10k

a/n : English is not my mother tongue, so please excuse me for any mistakes I might commit in it. ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

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[ In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night, just call my name, I'm yours to tame. In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night, I'm wide awake, I crave your taste, all night long 'til morning comes I'm getting what is mine, you gon' get yours. ♡]

“Today is the day!”

Sakura stood in front of her mirror, cheering herself on for the last 15 minutes. She admired her reflection, appreciating the view the mirror reflected back to her. She wasn't too shallow, but she liked to feel beautiful and today she thought she was really pretty. Stressed maybe, nervous even, but very pretty.

She couldn't believe today was the day she would confess her feelings. It's not fair that he's so handsome! She’d always thought he was cute, but back then it was different, he had been her friend. She wasn't sure if two years was the beginning of her love for him, but she was sure it was time to confess. She couldn't live like this anymore, pining for a guy, dreaming of a future that might never exist. This day would determine the rest of her love life; either the man she loved would return her feelings, or she would be heartbroken and have to move on.

The very idea of him not sharing her feelings was painful, but she would respect his decision no matter what. Her mother had always told her that in life when you want something, you have to go get it. And God how she was going to try to get him! Her mom had taught her early on that it was more beneficial for her to never depend on others, let alone for her happiness. People should always be a bonus in our lives, never a burden or something that drags us down. She had taken this lesson to heart, even though sometimes she would really like to be the one to bring that bonus of happiness into the life of the man she loved.

She sighed, tucking a pink lock of hair behind her ear. She checked her dress for creases, made sure nothing was askew, and that her makeup didn't smudge. It wasn’t the case. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.

“ Okay, Sakura. You can do it! You don't have to be a genius! The worst he can say is no, after all.”

Huh. Yes, but, his 'no' might create some damage to my heart. Ugh, what am I going to do if he doesn't like me? I'll never be able to look him in the eyes again. Well, not for a while! Besides, we go to the same college, it's not like I can avoid him all year after that! ”

For heaven's sake, she has pink hair! PINK. She's a beacon in the night for lost souls! She owes her father for that pink hair Although her dad had a much deeper shade of pink. "We found you under a cherry tree," her father had told her when she was four. She snorted snidely. Yeah, right. He made it look like she'd popped out of a flower. Her younger self had bought into his bullshit long enough to be considered embarrassing.

She shook her head. She was getting off-topic. She always did. Her green eyes looked up at the clock on the wall before widening her eyes at the time. She quickly grabbed her shoulder bag, shoving her textbooks into it, and stormed out of her small apartment.

It wasn’t far from the campus. She lived in a shared flat with her best friend. They had decided early on that living together would cut down on expenses and on top of that, it was kind of nice to live with Ino-pig when she wasn't playing fashion designer and turning their apartment into a studio. Ino was exceptional in the field of fashion, she could turn any toad into a queen. She was good like that.

Sakura hurriedly got on her bike and pedaled to the campus. Ino often told her that she reminded her of Wes in HTGAWM or Mike in Suits, Sakura couldn't find it in herself to be offended by this comment because they were both smart, so she preferred to take it as a compliment rather than an insult plus, there was nothing wrong with riding a bike. She liked the bike, feeling the light breeze in her hair. Anything was better than walking. She could take the bus, but she had forgotten to renew her bus pass. Sakura thought that paying the electricity bill was much more important. She could live without buses or subways, she had legs that could take her anywhere, but without electricity? No. And Ino would probably kill her if she chose her pass over their comfort.

It took her less than ten minutes to reach her destination and hook the lock on her bike. The courtyard outside the campus was teeming with students. Some were in a bad mood, some were in a good mood, and some were wondering what the hell they were still doing here and why they were doing this to themselves. Sakura often found herself in between the three. Making sure one last time that the lock was in place, the young woman straightened up while arranging the strap of her bag on her shoulder.

Today was going to be quite a day.

***

It was lunchtime and Sakura still hadn't taken matters into her own hands. It wasn't for lack of trying. The first time she tried to confess her feelings, she ended up asking for a pen instead, claiming she didn't like blue. She'd played it cool, but she was sure the guy had glanced at her pencil case and the countless pens in it. She pretended not to notice and he did the same by lending her one of his.

The second time she tried, she lied and said she had forgotten her organic chemistry textbook and that it would be nice if he let her read the instructions for the assignment. She doubted he really believed her because Sakura wasn't known for her absent-mindedness when it came to her studies, but being the kind man that he is, he graciously said yes as if he genuinely believed that she had forgotten her textbook when it was clearly sticking out of her bag.

The third time... well, there was no third time! Not yet. She was starving, so she decided to postpone her plans and go buy some food. She will need all the energy she can get when she goes to proclaim her love...

“Move out of the way, Sak', there are thirsty people here.”

The young woman gasped and turned to find herself facing a blonde with four pigtails.

“Oh, Tem'. Sorry, I was distracted!”

Temari was a student from Suna. A city located in the southwest where the heat was compared to the desert. She was an exchange student. Sakura liked Temari with her you always knew where you stood. She was straightforward. She was currently dating one of her good friends from middle school and Sakura had dated her cousin a few years ago, so the two women knew each other well since they had spent quite a bit of time together.

“When aren't you? So what's up? Did you recover from last Saturday's party?”

Sakura moved slightly to the side to let Temari indulge in her junk food and soda. She winced slightly at the memory of the said party.

“I had to carry Ino drunk on my back. Do you know how affectionate she is when she's drunk? And loud? Even worse than Naruto. And it's hard to do worse than him.”

Temari snickered at her friend's expense, she had actually heard Ino yell “I love you assholes. I love you guys, you're my friends for life. You're the Boots of my Dora” at some point in the evening. She had amused many. Only Ino would make cartoon references meant for four-year-olds.

“She's charming. Who knew?”

Sakura snorted.

“Don't let her hear you say that.”

They walked to the outside tables, heading for the seats their friends had saved for them. Sakura was about to sit next to Naruto who as usual was eating like a pig, but a pleading look at her dark-haired friend was enough for the latter to smack the back of the blonde's head.

“Oi! What was that for, Teme!?”

“You're eating like a three-year-old, Dobe. You're splattering everyone with your ramen.”

“I'm gonna splatter your face!”

“Oh, I didn't know you swung that way.” Sai interjected, a thoughtful look on his face before adding, “It makes sense, I guess... You've always been very close to Sasuke. You even took baths together.”

There was silence. The sound of falling cutlery was heard and all attention was focused on the two men whose faces were turning red. Naruto began to fidget wildly stammering incomprehensible words while Sasuke choked on his onigiri. Only Sakura patting his back had probably saved him from choking to death.

“WHAT THE FUCK, SAI!? WE WERE LIKE 1 YEAR OLD AT THE TIME! HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT ANYWAY !?”

Naruto would have probably jumped at Sai's throat if Shikamaru hadn't held him back by the collar of his shirt with a bored look on his face. Sai, on the other hand, was completely calm and eating his Momen Tofu.

“Your lovely mother showed me your photo album last Christmas. I didn't know you had a thing for bodysuits with toad prints on them either. That explains so much about you...”

“Sai, I swear...!”

All the attention on the boys was forgotten when everyone realized it wasn't a coming out. Conversations gradually resumed and Sakura shook her head, wondering what she had done to be friends with such idiots.

“Sai, for the last time, I'm not dating that dobe, and even if I were paid to do so, I'd still rather be drowned in a puddle.”

Sakura opened her mouth about to retort that technically he couldn't die drowning in a puddle but Sasuke seemed to guess her intentions and glared at her.

“You, miss know-it-all, shut up.”

Sakura faked an outraged look and had to restrain herself from laughing under the murderous gaze of her childhood friend. She raised her hands, playing the innocence card.

“Oi, bastard! You think I want you? Even the sun wouldn't be enough to warm your cold ass. If I wanted to live near a freezer, I would have come to you already.”

The whole table burst into laughter as Sasuke frowned and Sakura gently patted his shoulder in a mock comfort. Sakura loved her friends. Some of them had known each other since kindergarten, others since elementary school, middle school, or even high school. They were her second family. She knew she could count on them and they on her.

***

The sun's rays caressed Sakura's skin as she basked under the cloudless sky. She had two hours to spare and sunbathing wasn't a bad idea. At least that was what she had planned to do but her sharp eye had spotted her target. She quickly stood up and walked towards him. He was sitting on a bench, under a tree, slightly in the shade, his nose plunged in his novel. He couldn't see her since Sakura was coming from behind, but she would have recognized that black hair everywhere.

“Okay, Sak. Take a breath. This is it. You can do it!”

She approached slowly, her heart pounding and her hands slightly clammy, she winced but didn't care any more than that. She leaned forward, reading over his shoulder. A philosophical novel. Typical. So Itachi. A soft smile formed on her lips.

“Nice butt… Book! Omg, BOOK. I meant book, I swear!”

Itachi was taken aback but he regained his composure so quickly that it was barely noticeable. Sakura was blushing like crazy. Now she had to open her big mouth and make a fool of herself. Nice butt?! What's wrong with her? A slip of the tongue at the worst possible moment! She had no timing!

“I'm sure.” Replied the man, a hint of amusement in his voice and if Sakura wasn't so freaked out by her slip, she probably would have noticed.

“I got it from my mom.”

“What!?” she squeaked, her cheeks pink.

Itachi raised an eyebrow and God damn him for looking so good. He didn't even seem to react!

“The book, Sakura. Mother gave it to me.”

“Oh... OH. Yeah! The book!” She scratched the back of her head, laughing nervously, a very familiar gesture that reminded Itachi of a very loud blond.

“Of course, you got it from your mother! I mean, who else? It certainly wasn't your father who...” Seeing his curious and mischievous gaze Sakura caught herself: “ I mean... not that your father doesn't have a nice bu... book! I just don't look at his... library. hahaha omggg shut up!”

She hid her face in her hands, probably redder than the tomatoes Sasuke was fond of.

“I didn't say anything.” replied Itachi's soft and deep voice. The same one that was doing strange things to a part of her body she'd rather not think about right now.

“I KNOW! I...ugh!”

Before she could humiliate herself any further, her savior came in the person of another head of black hair. Except that his hair was short and had nice curls. Curls that Sakura often wanted to undo for her own pleasure. She felt a muscular arm wrap around her shoulder and the newcomer's breath tickles her ear.

“Hey there, princess. What's new under that pretty dress?”

Shisui joked. Shisui, an inveterate flirt and Itachi's older cousin by two years. He loved to tease Sakura, just for the fun of seeing her get all flustered and angry. The young woman elbowed him in the ribs muttering "my undergarments", which made the older man grunt and laugh as he released his arm to massage his ribs with one hand. He was still amazed at her strength even after all these years. He looked at Itachi who was watching the exchange with a look of exasperation but there was a certain fondness behind his obsidian eyes. You only noticed it if you knew where to look.

“Looks like you’re still harassing other students, Shisui.”

Shisui gave him a look.

“I don't know what you're talking about, I make friends everywhere I go.”

“STDs too.”

Sakura stifled her laughter, and masked it with a cough but she didn't miss the indignant look on the older Uchihas' face.

“I'll have you know that I'm very careful, my body is a temple!”

“The temple of stupidity, perhaps.”

This time Sakura couldn't contain her laughter and for good measure, Shisui pinched her ribs making her yelp in surprise. She narrowed her eyes and leaped at the man who had no trouble restraining her with just the palm of his hand placed on her forehead. He was so tall compared to her. She was cursing him for it.

“Easy, kitten. You're going to hurt yourself.”

“Shisui, you...” she ranted.

“What was that?”

His eyes shone with amusement as he watched the girl try to attack him. The little brat still managed to kick him in the shin. He automatically let go of her, grunting in pain while Sakura looked both smug and proud of herself as she crossed her arms against her chest.

“You better remember that cats scratch when provoked.”

His gaze suddenly darkened, a Cheshire smile stretching across his lips. He opened his mouth, a retort already on the tip of his lips but Itachi seemed to have noticed because he roughly grabbed the back of his cousin's shirt and made him sit on the bench.

“Shisui.” warned Itachi, his eyes narrowed. The older Uchiha rolled his own, he knew when not to mess with his cousin. Sakura's eyes flicked from one to the other, confused. the question written in her eyes. Shisui smiled at her, but didn't answer, he just shook his head, which made the girl frown at first, then she shrugged, dropping the subject.

“Anyway. I'm going to go get some water from the vending machine. Would either of you like me to bring a bottle or something?”

Itachi turned to her, his features smooth again, but he smiled kindly, politely as always.

“A bottle of water is fine with me. Thank you, Sakura.”

She nodded, then turned to the other Uchiha.

“How about you, Shi'?”

The man stood up from the bench and stretched his arms over his head, cracking a bone or two.

“Nah, I’m good, princess. I'll come with you. I forgot to pack a few things on the way here. Since I was looking for Itachi, I forgot them.”

Itachi snorted but made no further comment. In fact, he had returned his attention to his book. Sakura was pulled along by Shisui's arm as it wrapped around her slim waist. She let herself be led away after asking Itachi to keep her things until she comes back. He nodded, staring at them intently for a few seconds before resuming his reading.

***

With two bottles of fresh water in her hands, Sakura made her way back. She was alone when she returned. Shisui told her not to wait for him because he still had to get his stuff. She thought about her problem and decided to take advantage of Shisui's absence to confess her feelings to his cousin.

It didn't start well, to say the least. She made an absolute fool of herself. Just thinking about it made her cheeks flush. She hadn't lied, after all, he really did have a nice ass, but she hadn't wanted to say it out loud, let alone like that. It was probably nervousness that was making her act like a crazy person.

As she approached the spot where she had left Itachi and her things, she froze. The scene that greeted her stunned her. She quickly hid behind the closest tree and spied on what she hoped would not be a private moment.

She could see a beautiful girl, she looked vaguely familiar. Sakura was far enough away not to be seen, but close enough to catch a few snippets of their conversation.

“…A long time. I love you, Itachi. I thought maybe we could...”

Sakura couldn't see Itachi's face. All she could see was his back, his slender form, standing in front of the girl who was confessing her love for him. Sakura's heart sank. It wasn't surprising. Itachi was a remarkable guy, people would be crazy not to like him. Making sure to be silent, she leaned in to hear more of the conversation and recognized Izumi. Izumi was a very close friend of Shisui and Itachi. Sakura had heard a few years ago that she and Itachi had been involved but she didn't know if it was the truth or just unsubstantiated rumors. She didn't dwell on it at the time. Rumors could be harmful and she didn't want to be a part of that. Even less if it concerned one of her friends who is, moreover, the brother of one of her best friends.

She focused on them again, her heart beating faster due to the nervousness that knotted her stomach. She felt like a voyeur and it made her cringe, but she needed to know. Itachi must have said something, but it was far too low for her to hear. She frowned and decided to trust the expressions on the girl's face. The brunette took a step closer, one hand on his forearm. Itachi didn't seem to push her hand away or be bothered. There was... a certain familiarity in their gestures. Just the thought of it, Sakura's heart clenched even more. She hoped it wasn't what she thought it was... Unfortunately, all her fears came true before her eyes. She had only blinked, but apparently that was enough for her to miss something, because the next minute, Izumi was kissing the man Sakura loved.

She thought she heard a cracking sound before realizing that it must be the feeling of her heart being torn apart. Tears welled up in her eyes. Shit, shit, shit. Does he have a girlfriend? HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND? As in a girl he holds hands with and hugs and kisses and sleeps with ???? No. No. No. Don't think about it. If she didn't calm down, she might hyperventilate.

She had to get out of here. NOW. She couldn't watch this. It hurt too much. She was going to run, but then she remembered that her bag was still on the bench.

“Damn it.”

She couldn't leave without her bag. She needed it for her next class and on top of that, she still had Itachi's water bottle! She was screwed! She leaned her back against the tree trunk and took a deep breath. She was in pain, she felt like her stomach had just dropped and all her hopes and dreams had just been shattered.

“All right, breathe, Sak. It's going to be okay. Get a grip.”

She slowly counted to ten and fought back her tears, straightened her shoulders, and suppressed her pain as best she could. She moved on autopilot. Her body felt stiff, but it was the best she could do. She purposefully made her footsteps loud enough to attract the attention of the couple.

It was the sound of their lips parting that finally broke her. She wasn't quite looking at Itachi's eyes but rather at his chin. She couldn't look at him, not anymore.

Izumi was the first to react.

“Oh, Sakura! Hi! What are you doing here?”

Izumi looked flustered, her cheeks were pink. Sakura didn't know if it was because of the kiss or because she had interrupted them. It didn't matter. She cleared her throat and focused her attention on the older girl, a small smile on her lips. She congratulated herself for having managed to put one on. It was fake, sure, but it would do. She called it "Sai's smile" because she'd seen him use it enough times to know that it could fool a lot of people.

“Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.”

Huff, she's kissing the man I love and I still find a way to apologize for interrupting them!? Well done, Sakura. You'd make a great career in sadomasochism.

“I forgot my bag and I...”

she pointed to the bottle of fresh water in her hand and wordlessly handed it to Itachi who was staring at her with an intensity that her heart couldn’t bear. Itachi took the bottle and his long thin fingers brushed hers. Sakura hastily withdrew her hand, she fidgeted nervously, clutching her bottle to soothe the burn of his touch.

"Thank you."

Sakura nodded and picked up her bag. She offered an apologetic smile to the pair. Izumi seemed completely unaware of the tension. She gave her a bright smile.

“Your dress is really pretty, Saku. A date, perhaps?”

The brunette gave her a knowing wink and Sakura held back from telling her that she could have, but that she had just stolen the love of her life. Ugh, no. I'm being a drama queen again, the young woman thought.

“Oh, no! No, I just... Sometimes girls like to feel pretty.”

Izumi's expression softened and she nodded.

“You look beautiful.”

It was at that very moment that Sakura knew she could never hate Izumi. She was jealous, yes, but she couldn't find it in herself to hate her for taking the man she liked. Izumi was beautiful, smart, sweet, and kind, she had helped Sakura a few times in high school with her homework. She was a good-hearted person, and even though it hurt her to admit it, she could make Itachi happy. She could be good for him. How could Sakura compete? She wasn't going to try. Sakura wasn’t a homewrecker.

It was the brunette's voice that brought her back to reality.

“Isn't she, Itachi?”

Sakura felt her breath catch. God must really hate her right now. She had always been a decent girl, at least she liked to think so. She didn't dare meet his gaze at first, but finally, she did and her cheeks heated up. His obsidian orbs seemed to roam over her figure, but surely she must have imagined it. Like he was going to ogle her while his girlfriend was right there. He made a small noise of assent, nodding.

“You look lovely, Sakura.”

The pink-haired girl felt her heart racing and she blushed harder. He had no right to sound so hot when he complimented her or when he said her name like that. However, the joy disappeared as quickly as it came.

He had a girlfriend and probably just wanted to humor me. The pain seemed numb for now, but she knew it would come back later. When she was alone.

“T-thank you...”

There was a slight pause, then she said :

“I have to go. I'm gonna be late for class.”

She lied, but what else could she do? Stay here and watch them smooch? Take the pompoms from her old Halloween cheerleader costume while congratulating them on the skill of their tongue down each other's throats? She scoff. Yeah right. Rather die drowning in a puddle as Sasuke would say.

She put the strap of her bag over her shoulder and squeaked a quick “see you later” and left hurriedly. "Running away" was the right word really, but she wasn't feeling brave right now. She was running like she had the devil on her tail. She could almost swear she felt the burn of an onyx gaze fixed on her back but she was too much of a coward to check.

Today was not the day.

There would never be a day.

There was nothing left but her and her broken heart.

***

Two weeks.

Two fucking weeks. What Sakura would later call her drama queen era had already happened a fortnight ago. Fifteen days and her heart was still aching. She had tried to take her mind off it. She avoided Itachi like the plague. She congratulated herself for this ability because they had a few classes in common and it wasn’t an easy task! The black-haired man had tried to talk to her, but she had shied away every time. He had probably noticed that he didn't see her around as much anymore. He hadn't confronted her or even accused her of avoiding him or anything, but she knew he knew she was avoiding him.

Sakura didn't text him back anymore and when she did, the answers were very short. She no longer offered to stop by the local Starbucks, no longer joined him during lunch breaks like she sometimes did when she wasn't eating with the others and she was pretty sure Shisui had noticed the tension between them. She was still talking with Shisui. She liked Shisui, he hadn't done anything to her and it wasn't his fault that his cousin didn't return her feelings so it would be unfair to punish him.

Sakura wasn't punishing Itachi, not really, in fact, she just needed time. Time for herself and time to move on. Right now, it was too hard. The pain was still fresh and every time she saw him on campus, her chest clenched and she felt like crying...

She told Ino about it, and Ino-pig was a great comfort until Sakura emptied the pack of Kleenex. The blonde had pulled her best friend off the couch and told her they were going to go out and have fun. That Sakura was going to drink, dance, and shake her ass on the fucking dance floor! Ino's words, not hers.

It helped. A little. Sakura had been able to drown in alcohol if not drown in a puddle. She danced and she even remembered swaying her body against the body of a random guy. She wasn't sure. At first, she thought it was Ino because of his long high ponytail, but their shade of blonde was different. Not to mention he lacked cleavage so it couldn't be Ino-pig The memories of that night were a bit hazy, but she was pretty sure they had kissed and not just a little. He was a good kisser. That's all she could remember.

That and that the palms of his hands are tattooed. She remembered because he had a rather original tattoo and he had made a dubious joke about ninjas. That if he was one, he would have had a Jutsu with three tongues and would know where to place each one on her body. Sakura remembered giggling, probably because she was too drunk to care about his inappropriate joke.

Days passed and Itachi had managed to intercept her. He knew her schedule well enough, but Sakura had managed to slip away before she felt like crying. The conversation he had tried to have with her still hurt when she thought about it.

He had waited for her in the hallway and called out to her when he spotted her. She remembered turning her head and when his eyes had met hers, her heart stopped. He wasn't supposed to do that to her. She couldn't feel this way. Itachi was not hers.

“Sakura, About Izumi...”

No. No. NO. Please no. She felt the familiar burn behind her eyelids. The one that told her she was going to cry if she didn't run away right away. She interrupted him, taking it upon herself to smile at him, her voice a little too cheerful to be genuine.

“I'm happy for you! For both of you, I mean. You deserve to be happy and Izumi is a good girl. You two are the perfect match.”

“Really, Sakura?” snorted her inner voice.

At this point, she might as well give him the address of her florist so he can buy Izumi some flowers.

Itachi pursed his lips, his pretty lips... She wondered what his lips tasted like, were they soft?

I'll ask Izumi when we have a girls' night out. Sakura shook her head, dismissing her stupid thoughts. She wasn't going to ask anyone anything. She wasn't a masochist.

“It's not...”

“Oh! Sorry! I have to go! Naruto and Sasuke are waiting for me! I promised to join them! And you know your brother, he's grumpy when you make him wait! Ok? Ok! Bye!”

Sakura had almost run towards the exit and she didn't notice the expression on Itachi's face or that behind him, a little further away was Naruto and Sasuke leaning against the railings. He had noticed it because Naruto had just yelled some nonsense to his brother and his brother had hit him on the head to shut him up. And even without that, his ugly orange shirt made him noticeable in the crowd. So now he knew for sure that Sakura was avoiding him and that she wasn't even good at making up a good lie when she was panicked or caught off guard.

***

“She's avoiding us.”

Shisui snorted at him.

“No, she's avoiding YOU. She's still talking to me as far as I'm concerned. We shared some dango yesterday.”

“What?”

“Dango. You know that pastry you're fond of? With the green, pink and...”

“Not that, idiot. She’s not avoiding you?”

Shisui looked at his little cousin and sighed. This whole thing was going to give him a headache.

“Well no, she texts me back even when I send eggplant emojis.”

Itachi glared at him. He was only concerned because Sakura was still seeing and talking to his cousin on a daily basis while she had been avoiding him for the past two weeks and running away when he tried to work things out. He didn't like that.

“Why?”

“Dunno, maybe she likes my eggplant.” replied Shisui teasingly. He knew he was walking a tightrope, but the risk of being killed was worth it if it would provoke a reaction from his beloved cousin. Itachi did not disappoint him as he glared at him and if chakra existed, he was sure he would sense his best friend's killing intent.

“For a guy who's supposed to be a genius, you're pretty dumb.”

“Excuse me?”

Shisui raised his hands to soothe the murderous glint in Itachi's eyes. Geez, did he have to spell it out for him? And he was the one being called a fool? Go figure.

“She's not avoiding me because she has no reason to. Sadly for her, I'm not the one she's in love with. I mean, she must be a little messed up if it's you she likes best.”

Itachi looked at him flatly. He didn't have anything to prove so he wasn't going to react to his childishness. What did interest him however was Shisui's words about Sakura's feelings. He frowned, an unpleasant ache in his heart.

“What? You expect me to believe that you haven't noticed how awkward she can be when you're around? Please, Itachi! Last time she almost told you you had a nice ass.”

At his words, he turned sharply to his cousin who had a smug look on his face. He didn't like it. That meant... He narrowed his eyes.

“How long have you been spying on us, Shisui?” Itachi asked in an annoyed tone.

The Uchiha smirked.

“I wasn't spying. I was just watching two weasels dancing around each other. Have you ever watched a wildlife documentary about courtship display ?”

Itachi stared at him flatly for a long moment. He didn't believe his cousin's bullshit anymore. Shisui loved to gossip and thought he was a genius matchmaker when in truth, all his attempts to coach other men to seduce women ended in harassment complaints.

“It doesn't matter now anyway. I think she's seeing someone.”

“Sakura? our Sakura? What makes you say that?”

Itachi's gaze drifted away, thinking back to that man who had his hands all over her. It wasn't a pleasant feeling. At all.

“Last Friday night Sasuke called me to come and pick him up. He was out with Naruto and their friends. He was too drunk to drive, they all were, so he asked me to pick them up. As I walked into Katon's bar I saw Sakura kissing that guy. You know the tall blond guy with the ponytail who yells 'explosion' every time he smashes birthday balloons?”

“Um, the guy who’s studying art? Deidara?”

Itachi nodded, wrinkling his nose in disgust at the memory of his mouth on sakura's. Shisui suppressed his laughter, watching the obvious jealousy his cousin felt. Well, to be honest, it wasn't that obvious. Shisui only noticed it because he knew Itachi like the back of his hand.

“I'm sure it's nothing. You said they were all drunk. She did what all heartbroken girls do. She went out to have fun and forget that she was hurting. Flirting with a stranger while drunk is part of the game.”

“Or perhaps it's her boyfriend.”

“Don't be ridiculous. You told me she looked livid when she left. She saw you kissing Izumi.”

“It was Izumi who kissed me.” corrected Itachi.

“You didn't push her away.”

“I was too surprised to react and before I could do anything Sakura showed up.”

“You know Izumi has had feelings for you since we were like ten years old though. You guys dated in ninth grade, right?”

“It only lasted a year and a half. I realized that I didn't love her like that. I liked her a lot, but it wasn't enough. Something was missing.”

A sly smirk appeared on Shisui's lips. He remembered that time and his cousin wasn’t totally honest about the real reason behind the failure of his relationship. When a situation is viewed from an external perspective, it’s easier to be objective which is why shisui knew better.

“Actually you broke up with her when you found out that Sakura was dating Sasori. It had already been over a year when you found out. You should be more aware of your feelings and your surroundings, little cousin.”

“I still don't know what she saw in him back then.”

“Believe it or not, but I've heard that Sasori knows how to treat a woman. He's just adamant about punctuality. I remember that day when Sakura called totally freaked out because she was going to be late and she knew Sasori was ready to cancel their date.”

The older Uchiha clasped his hands together and fluttered his eyelashes like an enamored schoolgirl as he sighed like a young teenager pining for her prince charming.

“Oh, to be young and in love!”

Itachi pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated by his cousin's antics, but he especially hated that anecdote. He had been a hormonal teenager back then, but after that, he had become more sullen than he usually was.

“I didn't ask.”

“I noticed. You'd already be with your beloved if you had.”

“You only hear what you want to hear, don't you, Shisui ?” he asked dryly.

“Yeeep’ ”

“Hn.”

“Doesn't mean I'm wrong, though."

Itachi sighed, weary. This whole thing was going to give him a headache. He hadn't expected Izumi to still have feelings for him. She wanted to try again now that they had grown up. She thought they might have been a little young at the time, but that was irrelevant. When it's true love, you know it. You can't explain it.

He had loved Izumi, but he only understood the real meaning of that word with Sakura. And now his Sakura — no, she wasn't his — was somewhere out there probably kissing that Deidara. He couldn't expect Sakura to listen to him, nor could he order her to. In fact, he could, but it would be counterproductive.

He didn't know Sakura was interested in him. He had dismissed her attempts at flirting as clumsiness. After all, Sakura had always been a bit clumsy. He became fully aware of her feelings when he recognized that broken look in her eyes, even though she had tried to hide it. It was the same look he had seen in the mirror 4 years ago when he found out that Sasori was Sakura's boyfriend.

He closed his eyes, resting his head against his pillow. He felt tired, sad, and a little desperate about the whole situation if he was honest with himself. He didn't know what to do to make her listen to him, to make her understand that nothing was going on with Izumi. He had been frank with the brunette about it. It was the right thing to do. He loved another woman after all.

“...Chi... Itachi! Are you listening to me?!”

“No. Your voice is drowned out by the agonized cries of my soul.”

“Alright, that’s enough, Charles Baudelaire. Man up. Why don't you go recite your poetry to your girlfriend? I'm sure she'll love it.”

“She's not my girlfriend.” Yet.

“Go get her, Itachi. And stop moping around. You're getting too old to play the angsty teenager.”

“ I'm not moping."

“ Sure, whatever you say.”

***

Sakura was studying in the library. She had an assignment to do and had to concentrate without getting distracted. She was surrounded by books, her MacBook, and a notepad. There were also some stabilos and pens scattered on the table. This assignment had put Itachi out of her mind, well not really, but Sakura liked to live in denial. She didn't know when she'd move on, but she was trying. Nothing good would come of this if she kept pining for a man who was already taken. She'll have no part of it, thank you very much.

Sakura rubbed her eyes and let her gaze wander over the other students for a moment. The sun had been down for a little while now. She had been there for hours. At first, she hadn't been alone, Shikamaru, Chôji, and Temari had kept her company. Temari was working on an essay, Shikamaru was sleeping with his arms crossed on the table and Choji was eating his potato chips.

Later, when they left, it was Ino-pig who joined her with Sai. She'd wanted to convince Sakura to take a break and go to the smoothie bar. She needed a smoothie but she declined, too busy. They didn't stay more than fifteen minutes before leaving. Sakura could be very stubborn when she wanted to be.

Then came Sasuke and Naruto. They had stayed longer than the others, but they ended up being kicked out of the library because Naruto was laughing too loudly. They'd agreed to meet later, but Sakura would probably be too tired so she suggested the next day instead.

She had felt Sasuke's gaze on her. He has noticed a change in her behavior over the past couple of weeks. She wouldn't be surprised if he knew. Uchiha Sasuke was a surprisingly perceptive guy. He just didn't meddle in other people's business, but he often watched like a hawk.

She'd rather not have this conversation with him. What would she say to him anyway? “Hi, Sasuke! Did you watch the third episode of House Of the Dragon? Oh, by the way, I'm in love with your brother and I want to ride his dick until he passes out.” She snorted. As if. She still values her life, thank you very much. Dying murdered by her childhood friend wasn’t on the agenda.

Anyway, Izumi was probably already taking care of it. She felt a twinge of sadness at the thought and closed her eyes.

Would this annoying pain ever go away? If only Itachi was ugly but of course, he had to put her through hell with his heavenly beauty. Who had such thick and long eyelashes anyway? Or such silky hair? A mouth so tempting? A body so... No. Naughty, naughty, Sakura! She mentally slapped herself, yet it did nothing to assuage the heat rising within her core.

“Sakura ?”

Here he comes. The bane of her existence.

The man who occupied all her thoughts. Prettier than ever. Looking serious and... Wait. Why was he staring at her like that? The tension between them became palpable. Surely this is what happens when a friend avoids you for weeks.

“Itachi. What are you doing here?”

He gave her a look as if to say: “Are you for real? What’d you think a library is for, silly?”

Sakura felt her face heat up. So God really did hate her. Perhaps she was a foolish girl after all.

“Riiight.”

A more awkward silence settled down on them. She now was getting very uncomfortable. Sakura had to control herself to stay still in her chair and under his piercing gaze.

“Well if that's all...”

“We need to talk.”

That surprised her, but she quickly regained her composure.

“About what?”

His mouth set in a grim line. Uh-oh. Itachi is not happy. Good. That makes two of us. She wasn't thrilled that he was dating someone else, but did she make a scene about it? NO. Because she was a selfless woman and she wanted him to be happy even if it wasn't with her.

“ Sasuke told me you were dating Deidara.”

Sakura scoffed. This time she knew he was lying. Not because it showed on his face. His expression was blank. It was his voice that gave him away, specifically his wary tone. Besides, it was unlikely that his brother had said anything to him. Sasuke didn't meddle in other people's business, and he was too stoned to remember what they had done last Friday night.

“No, he didn't. Sasuke was too drunk, he didn't even remember calling you to take him home.”

He narrowed his eyes at her in a glare, sending shivers down Sakura's spine. His already sour mood seemed to darken.

“So you don't deny it?”

She raised her eyebrow at him, and tilted her head slightly to one side, mimicking this habit she had noticed in Itachi countless times over the years.

“Should I?”

“I just thought friends talked about stuff like that.”

Sakura scoffed. Again.

“Really? I can't remember a time when you told me about one of your girlfriends. What? You've had so many that you can't remember their names?”

It was a low blow, she admits, but she was jealous and hurt. Give the poor girl a break! It's because of him that her heart is aching. She was trying to forget him, to move on, but seeing him now wasn't going to help.

“It was uncalled for, Sakura.” He replied with annoying calm.

“What about you? Since when do you care about who I date?”

“I told you, friends—”

“Cut the crap! What is this really about?”

If possible, Itachi's expression became even more cold and distant. She shuddered. She didn't like the way he turned off his emotions. It seemed so easy for him. It was as if he flipped a switch. Frankly, she was beginning to wonder if he wasn't a Salvatore. It would be easier for Sakura if she was able to do that. It wouldn't hurt so much at least.

“I just wanted to let you know as a good friend, that your boyfriend was making out with another girl over there.”

The way he had emphasized the words "good friend" stung. She got the message. She knows she hasn't been a good friend these past two weeks, but he couldn't understand. He hadn't seen the person he loved kiss another girl.

“What !?”

With a tilt of his head, Itachi showed her where to look. Sakura turned around and saw the blond from last Friday. It looked like he was doing some archaeological digging in the brunette's throat…Wait. Is that Kurotsuchi? She was also an exchange student, but unlike Temari, Kuro was from Iwa. She looked back at Itachi, not wanting to feel like a voyeur. She realized that he was staring at her intently. Huh. Was he expecting a hysterical reaction or something? Fine. She could give him one. Or try to anyway.

“I feel devastated.”

She wasn't.

The Uchiha stared at her. Sakura's flat tone probably hadn't helped her performance. To be fair, she was tired and had been working for hours.

“I can see that.”

“I’m internally crying. I'll probably hyperventilate and go into hypoglycemia even though I'm not diabetic, but Deidara hurt me so much that my blood sugar is low now.”

“I don't think diabetes works that way, Sakura.”

Something had changed in his demeanor, his shoulders were more relaxed and his eyes glinted with amusement and mischief. What the hell !? Sakura frowned.

“Nobody likes a know-it-all, Itachi.”

“You’d know about that.”

Sakura glared at him.

“What's that supposed to mean!?”

Itachi tilted his pretty head but didn't even bother to answer. He just stood there, watching her like a creep - a hot creep. His silence was getting on Sakura's nerves and she finally snapped.

“What ?!”

“I didn't say anything.”

Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him and he had the sense that she was analyzing him now, looking for hidden meanings. Sakura folded her arms across her chest, unconsciously protecting her heart from the intensity of his gaze, shielding it from him. Her heart was beating so fast that she wondered if Itachi could hear it.

“You don't need to. So, what's this about?"

“Maybe I'm just in a good mood.”

She snorted.

“Or you’re just lunatic. When you came in you looked like you were ready to wipe out a country.”

“ I thought we had already established that I am a pacifist, Sakura.”

“Did you win the lottery or something? Because that's the only thing that could explain the delighted look on your face.”

He huffed out an amused sound.

“There's something I'd like to win, but its value is priceless.”

His eyes looked straight into hers. Her heartbeat quickened. What the... He didn't mean...? She let her gaze wander around, making sure it was her he was talking to and that Izumi wasn't behind her or somewhere nearby... Wait. Izumi. Anger replaced excitement. Sakura's usually warm eyes hardened into a glare. Having spent years being Sasuke's friend had its advantages, he was good at giving cold looks to his classmates or anyone really. Itachi himself seemed surprised by this sudden change.

“What the fuck are you playing at, Itachi?”

“Sakura...”

She cut him off harshly: “Is this your way of getting back at me for avoiding you for the past two weeks?”

He seemed genuinely offended now.

“Of course no—”

“That's cruel. And not just to me, but to Izumi. Do you even remember her? A pretty brunette. The same one you kissed under a tree. Your girlfriend. My friend.”

Now that Sakura had snapped, she wasn’t going to stop. She continued without even paying attention to what Itachi might say or to prying ears:

“Maybe I was wrong to ignore you, but that's no reason to act that way. You say we're friends, but do friends do this? You say we're friends and yet you're trying to… to what exactly? Is this supposed to be flirting? You have a girlfriend for God's sake !”

Sakura shook her head before letting out a humorless laugh. She stood up and began to quickly gather her things into her backpack. She had been wrong, in fact, that was what hurt the most. Even seeing Itachi kiss another girl had hurt less. It was worse now because he was giving her false hope. The possibility of a "what if?"

She could feel her eyes burning with unshed tears. She really needed to stop crying. At this point, with all the tears she was shedding, she was more of a tap than a human, and yet that didn't stop her from continuing her rant in front of a speechless Itachi. He could feel the panic rising in him. Oh, God. Nothing was going as planned.

“You know, I thought you were different. Part of me still does. The most naive part for sure. The same part that was stupid enough to fall in love with you. Let's be honest, Itachi, we're not the kind of friends who talk about their dates. I, I don't even think we were really friends to begin with. Maybe at first, when we were kids and you were helping me make sandcastles. But now? None of my friends would have been so cruel. I don't even want to be your friend anymore. I don't want to be your friend.”

Sakura's pain echoed so deeply in Itachi's heart that he might as well have been the one breaking into pieces. He'd never seen Sakura in such an emotional state. He was too stunned to say anything. Her words stung. It was like a stab in the heart. He watched helplessly. The worst part came when he heard her voice break and tears flood her cheeks. Even lost in the chaos, he found her divine. Her emotions were in their rawest form. They were intense, pure. On display for all to see and admire. This is what he had always loved about her. Her authenticity. When Sakura moved, the world moved with her. She was like a center of gravity. Like the sun. She warmed the coldest souls and enveloped them in her light. Sakura personified nature itself. Unpredictable. Sometimes calm, sometimes wild. It was easy to bask in the warmth of her smile, to find in her a safe haven.

Sakura was oblivious to Itachi's turmoil, she was unaware of his struggle and thoughts, she just wanted to run away, get it over with, and try to mend her heart when all was said and done. That’s why she couldn’t believe the next words that spewed out of her mouth ;

“Every time I look at you, it hurts. It hurts so much. I can't be your friend anymore and you can't be mine, b-because, I don't want to melt into my friends' embrace or breathe in their scent. I don't want to kiss my friends, I don't imagine a future with them. I don't dream of touching and being touched by them. Not in that way. Not in the way I dream, not in the way I long for you.

You have to understand! I didn't avoid you to hurt you! I did it to protect myself! Do you know how much it broke me to see you kissing Izumi? It took me months to decide to confess and the day I finally mustered up the courage to do it, all my hopes were destroyed. I mean, it's not like I expected you to actually share my feelings or anything! But at least I always had a little hope.

Honestly, Itachi, I've loved you for so long that it's painful for me to walk away. I’m just… so obsessed with you. Don't get me wrong, it's not an "I'd kill your parents to have you for myself" kind of obsession but more like “You’re in my head all the time, at this point, you should be paying rent.”

These two weeks were useless. I thought with time and space I would get over it, but it's not enough. It still hurts to look at you. It still hurts to hear your voice. If you could have been mute or ugly, it would have helped at least.

In the end, I think I love you a little too much. You're not easy to forg— EEP !”

Itachi moved before she even realized it. She found herself pressed against the hard outline of his body and his lips claimed hers. The passion in his kiss set her mind spinning and made her moan. She closed her eyes, feeling the man cupping her face with his warm palms, a loose strand of his hair brushing against her face.

She clung to his shirt, desperate for more. Desperate for his kisses, for his hands that moved over her curves to grab her hips. Desperate but mostly eager for his touch, for him. She'd waited so long for this moment. Sakura had never wanted anything so much in her life. And his mouth….God, his mouth. His taste, his smell, his warmth… All the questions she had about Itachi, about his kissing skills, were answered and the pink-haired girl was more than satisfied.

She couldn't think straight, and neither could he if she trusted his body's reaction. She was hot all of a sudden. She had felt desire before. But this? Itachi was on a whole other level. She could have ripped off his clothes, she wanted to. Sakura had known him almost all her life but now she wanted to know him differently, more intimately. Unfortunately, they were interrupted by wolf whistles, shocked gasps, and even by a throat clearing. The librarian who was behind the throat-clearing seemed quite irritated by the show Itachi and Sakura were putting on.

After one more kiss, they reluctantly broke apart. Sakura's lips felt swollen and tingly, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Her hair was slightly disheveled and her dress a little crumpled. Desire shone in her eyes, and he knew it was reflected in his. Itachi could barely catch his breath under the impact of that intense kiss.

Itachi had gotten so caught up in the moment that he'd forgotten they were in a very public place surrounded by students who were neither deaf nor blind and that they’d probably be talking about this all over the university by tomorrow.

The black-haired Uchiha fought against the blush threatening to heat his cheeks. She loved him. Haruno Sakura was in love with him. He hadn't imagined it, had he? No, he hadn't. He fixed his clothes and hair and shifted on his feet, trying to ignore the growing bulge in his pants. He told himself that his body's reactions were perfectly normal, especially when the girl he'd wanted for years was pressing her soft and delicious curves against his body.

His deep onyx gaze landed on Sakura. Damn, she was a vision. Her lips were swollen from their kisses, her silky pink hair mussed, and her dress wrinkled. She looked like a woman who had been thoroughly ravished, though, of course, she hadn't—not quite.

Itachi could easily picture her lithe, slender body against Egyptian cotton sheets.

“WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE !? We do not condone this outrageous behavior here, this is a decent place! I will report this! I want you out of here. Both of you, get out NOW !”

Sakura's face was beet red. She ignored the stares from the other students. Holy crap! What had they done? Got completely carried away, that's what. She had felt Itachi's hand make its way up her thigh and near the hem of her dress before they got interrupted. It had set her body on fire, but she was no better; she still remembered the feeling of his obliques and abs beneath her fingers and had felt him shiver under her touch.

It had clearly gotten out of hand. Sakura would rather avoid being arrested for public indecency, thank you very much. She still has a few years of school left, so she might as well not be known as the girl who almost fucked in the library.

“Omg, I’m so sorry! We got... carried away!”

Suddenly, a man's voice arose from somewhere close by, a voice that sounded strangely familiar:

“Ya think? Your panties were ready to drop, princess.”

Sakura blushed furiously, embarrassed and outraged at his inappropriate comment, but she narrowed her eyes as she recognized the voice.

“Shut up, Shisui!” She barked.

Shisui threw back his head and let out a deep throaty laugh “you’re welcome.” He said, his dark eyes glinting with amusement as if he knew something she didn't.

“Ugh. This is so embarrassing and that jackass makes it even more awkward.” she muttered under her breath, but clearly enough for Itachi to hear.

Itachi hummed in agreement, smirking. He himself was annoyed with his cousin, but he knew he wouldn't be here if the older Uchiha hadn't told him that he had to do something before it was too late.

“I apologize. We're going to ’get out of here’ as you so kindly put it and go somewhere more... private.”

The librarian was still irritated by their display of “youthful vigor” as one of her eccentric colleagues liked to call it.

“I’ll make an incident report about your misconduct.”

Itachi arched a single eyebrow, far from being bothered. He even had the nerve to scoff at her.

“Make a report about what? About a man in love who kissed the woman he loves? With all due respect, you're going to waste your time. I can name a dozen students who have done more than kissing or are currently kissing in this library. And most of them haven't even hidden well. If you'll excuse me, my girlfriend and I have a lot to talk about.”

Without backing down and with all the dignity of an Uchiha, Itachi gently grabbed the hand of a dazed Sakura. Did she hear him right? Did he just say that he was in love with her? She was feeling like she had butterflies in her stomach, and she was blushing like crazy. A stupid smile spread across Sakura’s lips. She squeezed Itachi's hand and he squeezed back. Well, it seems she has a boyfriend now. They’ll have to talk about that later though, but her response was more than obvious.

“Come, Sakura.” he said softly as he led her towards the exit when suddenly a voice came out of nowhere:

“Oh, she will!”

Itachi felt the vein on the side of his temple pulsing, his brow twitching in sheer irritation. He was going to kill Shisui. He had other cousins anyway. The fool was in the mood to say hello to Queen Elizabeth II sooner than expected, it seemed.

He had better things to do than entertain his cousin. He had to entertain Sakura. His Sakura. Nothing else mattered to him right now, and judging by the unmistakable heat in her eyes, they were on the same page.

They heard ridiculous cheers and wolf whistles as they left.

But that didn't matter to Sakura because Itachi loved her back. Uchiha Itachi had kissed her senselessly and had made her knees buckle.

Today was indeed the day.

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saetoru · 3 years ago

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TEE TEE I AM GOING TO YELL ABOUT RICH BOYS IN YOUR INBOX BECAUSE THEY HAVE A FUCKING DEATH GRIP ON ME 😟 quick warning bc I ramble LMAO

okay, so first of all, gojo satoru… I feel like when he was younger, he would buy a ton of really expensive shit purely because it was from a designer brand. like, it could be the ugliest fucking thing ever, but he would still buy it just because he could LMFAO 😭 he definitely had a ton of really ugly but expensive shoes… he looks like he would. he probably didn’t even wear them all 😔

thankfully, as he grew a little bit older, he stopped doing that and started buying things that ACTUALLY looked good. (only exception is those fugly rectangular sunglasses 😦 what on earth. I bet that bitch wears them just to piss people off smh. by people I mean me ☝️) even though they’re still really fucking expensive, it’s still a good upgrade from his childhood PFFT

his mama is glad, and so am I 🙏

I also wanted to talk about how gojo and getou are. they’re similar, meaning you don’t really have to put in a lot of effort to find out that they’re rich. gojo is the kind of guy who clearly flaunts his wealth in the most obnoxious way possible, but at the same time it’s not just the things he buys that makes him seem rich. You can see it in the way he carries himself. the best way I can explain it is like this; gojo is like a peacock. he likes to show off his feathers, but he’s already so naturally beautiful that people are already looking??? he just looks grand, if you know what I mean. he’s almost always got that air of confidence and superiority surrounding him that it can make you wanna BEAT HIS ASS UP 🤬🤬 but he’s also weirdly endearing :( he’s loud asf but we already know that LOL

AND when I said that getou is similar, I meant that he also just feels rich. he’s what you would expect someone from a high status family to be like tbh. he’s polite, respectful and is just all around elegant?? but he’s also kind of simple if you get what I mean. think of him as a swan — they’re plain, but everyone sees them as this really elegant and graceful creature. they also bite. hard. holy fuck. he’s a lot more subtle. even though he’s definitely intimidating and looks like a delinquent (😭), his actions show otherwise.

so, honestly to simplify what I’m saying, rich bitched getou and gojo are different sides of the same coin. both rich, but one formal and the other informal.

im kind of annoyed because there’s so much I want to say but I literally can’t articulate any of it properly. that’s my bad. but I can’t believe you’re not a mind reader smh how dare you 😡 I NEEDED TO WORD VOMIT SO BAD EHEHENR THANKS FOR READING IF YOU DID u are my lord and saviour ily 😸 BYE MWAH MWAH

I went from talking about how shitty satoru’s taste was to analysing rich boys getou and gojo wtf. what happened

CRYINF THIS WAS SO FUN TO READ BESTIE FKWKFKR OMG i love the rich boy! au so much

gojo definitely had a HORRID fashion taste LMAO like he’s grown to be a bit better after ppl have told him over the years 🥲 but i just feel like gojo naturally has an awful sense of coordinating outfits 😭 geto in contrast is so simple like u said and elegant like he wears a simple white shirt but it’s ✨fancy™️✨ jfjsjfjs

GOJO IS THE OBNOXIOUS TRUST FUND AND BOASTFUL RICH BOY and then there’s his best friend geto who’s sweet and humble and he helps people get around campus with a sweet smile and a little wave and gojo’s just like “oh are new here ??” with a horrendous smirk and he’s so gosh darn annoying omg djrksjfj

i feel like rich boy gojo has a good relationship with him mom he’s a mommas boy for sure but him and his dad have a rough relationship that’s why he’s so attention seeking and also rebellious low key LMAO he wants to piss his dad off at every chance and do things the opposite way but he also just wants to be acknowledged u know. and then geto’s just a sweet lil boy who minds his business probably has polite convos with his moms friends while they have tea he’s like their favorite little golden boy they all want their daughters to be his wife ndnfskjfd god i could go on i rly do love this rich boy au sobs

TY FOR SCREAMING ABOUT IT W ME UR WELCOME TO ANY TIME I LOVE HEARING UR THOUGHTS i’m sorry this took me a bit to reply to !!

#💌 — teemail.#♡ — no return address.#rich boy! gojo #rich boy! geto

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chloe-the-ice-queen · 3 years ago

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This Doesn’t Mean We’re Friends - Ch. 2

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Marinette and Chloe rode in the Bourgeois limo from Marinette's bakery to the Grand Paris. Chloe filled her in on what to expect and what to do. "I'll be with you most of the time, so I can tell you who to steer clear of, and who you should try to talk to. I'll try to introduce you to a few people I know would be interested in your designs. You made that dress, right?"

"Yeah, designed and created it from scratch." Chloe eyed Marinette's dress appreciatively. It was tastefully made, the dark blue complementing the girl's dark hair and bluebell eyes. The top was halter-style, with a high neckline and no sleeves. It fit Marinette's form, with rhinestones glittering on her torso. The bottom half of her dress was long and elegant, falling loosely to the floor, the front hem higher than the back, showing off Marinette's silver heels. It wasn't half bad.

It was actually quite impressive, as most of Marinette's designs were. She had upgraded from her normal pink capris and grey cardigan outfit after Lila had come back to school, transitioning to a more stylish, modern look. But this dress was nothing less than gorgeous on the small girl, but wasn't overly classy and overdone like some dresses she was sure to see throughout the night. It looked nice, but it didn't look like she was showing off, which Chloe could appreciate.

Chloe herself wore a sleek, sleeveless yellow dress that highlighted her fair skin and bright blue eyes. Chloe's hair flowed freely around her shoulders, curled and styled, while Marinette had hers up in an elegant bun, with loose curls framing her face. Together, the two girls contrasted each other, but the stark differences went well together.

As they pulled up to the front of the hotel, paparazzi and reporters swarmed the red carpet, bombarding the famous partygoers.

"They shouldn't be too interested in us, but just ignore them." Chloe advised Marinette, before opening her door and sliding out of the car. Marinette slipped out behind her, adjusting to the flashing of cameras and the buzz of conversation. She shut the door behind her, and joined Chloe in walking up the front steps.

Just going to the event was sure to bring her some recognition, especially accompanied by Chloe, but she wasn't too worried about being bombarded by paparazzi. Only a few reporters bothered them, and as instructed, Marinette tuned them out.

Once they entered the ballroom, the chatter became more of a dull roar. Chloe greeted a few people mingling just inside the doorway, before they were accosted by a very familiar voice. Adrien, who was dragging a disgruntled Lila along behind him. "Hey guys! It's nice to see you here!" Adrien enthused.

"I'm sure." Chloe said, unamused. "Now if you don't mind, we need to-"

"I thought that you could introduce us to some of your friends here, Chloe. That way Lila can make some new friends-" Adrien interrupted. Lila suddenly looked interested in their conversation.

"Well, since we know how many connections Lila has, I'm sure she doesn't need me to introduce her to anyone." Said Chloe.

"Don't be like that Chl-"

"Chloe!!" Someone near them half shouted, turning the heads of people around them. A boy around their age was walking over to them, waving. "I wasn't sure if you'd come or not. It's been a while."

"Henri!" Chloe said, looking entirely amused. "I haven't spoken to you since that party in London."

"I doubt either of us will ever be invited to that again." Henri said, making Chloe laugh. Now that he was closer, Marinette studied him. He was very handsome, objectively, of course. The kind of easy beauty that makes you want to laugh or cry. He had dark brown curls, and kind brown eyes that sparkled with amusement. When he glanced at her, she felt her face flush a little. Chloe and the stranger, Henri, traded stories and jokes for a minute, while the other three observed. Adrien seemed to recognize the newcomer, and Lila was waiting for her chance to jump into the conversation.

"Now," his voice was quieter, teasing, but making sure the other three heard him as well. "You should introduce me to your very pretty friend here. I don't believe I've seen her at any of your events before." He smirked at Chloe, who rolled her eyes.

"This is-"

"Lila, nice to meet you." The green eyed girl said, sticking out her hand, which he ignored, looking at her with annoyance and slight disbelief, if Marinette had to guess.

Chloe seemed taken aback, "This is Marinette, an amazing up-and-coming designer who my mother and Gabriel Agreste have both scouted for their brands." She turned to Marinette, "This is my friend Henri, his parents are both models and his mother is a designer my mother has collaborated with. I'm sure the two of you have quite a lot in common, so why don't we go find a table to chat?"

"Why don't we come with you? You know that I happen to be friends with quite a few designers and models myself, I might be able to give some input." Lila said, while Adrien, who had been looking angry at Chloe, perked up.

He and his date began to follow the trio, when Chloe said, "Sorry, you two, but my mom reserved a table just for three. And I'm sure Lila can get you guys seats next to someone much more important anyways." She grabbed Marinette and pulled her along with her to a table near the front, Henri following behind them.

"Adrien's gotten worse since last time." The boy remarked as they sat down.

Marinette looked at him disapprovingly, when Chloe responded, "I agree. I thought it was just because of his dad, but his social skills have somehow become even worse since he started going to school."

Marinette looked surprised. Probably because she felt surprised. Didn't Chloe like Adrien? Wasn't he her best friend? Maybe they had a falling out, or maybe Chloe had stopped liking Adrien for the same reason Marinette had. Whatever the case, they could all agree on one thing.

"That girl is nasty." Henri said. "Do you know her?"

Marinette and Chloe looked at each other. "Unfortunately," Chloe supplied. "She's in our class."

"Ah, my apologies. Anyways, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Marinette. If you're as good as Chloe said, I'm sure I'll be seeing you around more."

Marinette smiled as Chloe said, "She is quite talented. She made the dress she's wearing."

The bluenette looked at her shoes under the table. "Ah, an excellent designer then. I'll be sure to mention you to my parents when I get the chance. In the meantime, though, Chloe, I need to be going. I need to talk to a few people before I head out, it was good to see you again."

The three stood, and Henri turned and hugged Chloe, and then turned to Marinette. She smiled. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Henri."

"The pleasure is mine, I'm sure." Henri said, and took Marinette's hand, kissing the back of her knuckles lightly, his eyes teasing. Marinette laughed, blushing slightly.

The trio separated, Chloe pulling Marinette off to meet other people.

Through the entire interaction, two pairs of green eyes watched the small group from across the room. One filled with jealousy, one with annoyance and maybe a little sadness too.

----

Throughout the night, Chloe introduced Marinette to dozens of people. A few designers, models, artists, business moguls, celebrities, you name it. In return, Marinette stayed with Chloe and endured tedious conversations she had to engage in for her parents' sake. Chloe would never admit it, but having the baker girl there was nice, it made the evening slightly less unbearable.

For the bluenette, it was great exposure into the fashion world. She got to meet several of her idols and make connections with influential people. People started to hear about her designs, many of them admired the dress she wore that showcased her budding talent.

Style Queen herself was thrilled to see her there. Chloe had let her mother know who she was bringing once Marinette was invited, of course, but Audrey was still happy to see her favorite young designer.

At the end of the evening, Marinette and Chloe rode back to the Dupain-Cheng bakery together. When the limo pulled to a stop, Marinette started to get out, then paused. "Thank you so much for everything Chloe. I know you don't like me much, but tonight was so much fun and I'm so grateful that you introduced me to so many people. And thank you for inviting me to come with you, even if it was just to tick off Lila." Marinette gushed, honestly honored by Chloe's thoughtfulness, even if it was caused by spite.

"Yeah whatever, you're welcome Dupain-Cheng, this doesn't mean we're friends, okay?" Chloe grumbled.

Marinette smiled. "Good night, Chloe." She closed the door before Chloe could respond, and walked into the bakery.

----

When Marinette went to bed that night, she went to sleep with a happy buzz in her chest, Tikki nestled beside her on the pillow.

Alrighty then, I guess that’s Chapter 2 done! I hope y’all liked it!! And that should also be the end of these super short chapters, the next one will definitely be a lot longer, and will hopefully be posted sometime tomorrow?? I love you guys, thanks for all your support!

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26 for Lukanette WIPs please. :)

26. Party Crasher!Luka

I FUCKED UP AND JUST WROTE IT I GUESS???

Party Crasher

-Lukanette oneshot

“You mean to tell me Agreste ditched you? After all that pleading to let him take you to the party for your successful launch line for next season, he’s ditched you?”

“Kagami, don’t kill him.”

“Fine, remind me why I can’t though? This is such an ass move of his if he’s trying to prove he’s the one for you.”

“Because,” Marinette grits out, faking a toothy smile to a work couple that waves from passing, “I want to castrate and kill him myself.”

Kagami laughs roughly in surprise, “Why the castration?”

“So I can fit his small ass into the tightest pair of skinny jeans we have for our tall teenage girls.” The not so stoic girl sips on her wine, pleased with her friend’s rage. “I told him I haven’t been interested since we were 14, but him thinking I’ll forgive him if I even had a silver of interest in dating him? Fuck him.”

“Or,” Kagami drawls, long nails tapping the stem of her glass as she leans to peer over her friend’s shoulder, “You could fuck him instead?”

Mari gasps in offense, “I am NOT trying for a one night stand, no matter what you guys say.”

“No, you little mouse,” she admonishes, fully heartedly agreeing with the sentiment, “I just mean your big and handsome protective snake is here to save the day.”

Marinette’s mind took a second longer to click the pieces together, trying to make sense of Kagami’s nicknames for her friend group, before her heart thudded and she slowly turned.

There, passing by the models who had walked in Marinette’s designs and batted their false lashes at the rockstar, was Luka Couffaine.

Dressed to the nines in a very punk like and sophisticated way that revealed he very much wanted to impress her and did in fact listen to her fashion advice. Black skinny jeans only he could pull off, high top converse and a white button up with a black vest to overlay it. The cheeky and handsome bastard forgoing the tie to leave one too many buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattoos.

Oh, on the life of his cat Sass was she proud of him.

And maybe drooling just a little?

He approached her, a sly smile working its way to his lips as he eyed her up and down, eyes shining bright at her black low cocktail that she paired with navy blue heels.

So maybe she sometimes used Luka as a whole for inspiration.

He raised a hand, finger wrapping around a loose curled tendril out of an elegantly messy low bun, “I thought it was the models you were supposed to make the stars of the show.”

“Had I known you were gonna show up, I would’ve worn one of my bests here.”

His hand froze, “This isn’t your best? You tease,” he broke out in a grin. His hand moved further, thumbing at the collection of piercings in her ear he accompanied her with to get years ago. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Well, I’m suddenly glad I can only acknowledge this as awkward and not feel it.” Kagami noted into her class. Her phone buzzed, electing a sigh from her as she began turning. “Have fun, my mother decided to remind me why this wine was a good idea to have before she came.”

She watched her friend walk away, her other -her best friend and other half, remained taking her in and stroking the soft spot under her ear he once claimed with a mark-

The one time they admitted their crushes and strong attraction towards the other the night before he left for tour years ago.

It was the only time Luka had indulged himself in his wants and desires, the only time he had asked to and still provided her with an out. And now he still remains far off in her memories, even as he stands in front of her with that look on his face years later.

“How did you,” she swallows when his soft gaze flicks back up to her eyes with his full attention. “How did you get in? It’s a ticket only event.”

He shrugged, turning to offer her an arm and walk around. “I may or may not have seen Adrien’s post about his mom and dad going to a gala event and him going to see his cousin there. Seems like that took precedence I guess.”

Marinette huffed low, “Félix has been in town for three weeks. Adrien and I had lunch with him the other day.”

Luka stilled as a busboy stopped in front of them, offering them glasses of champagne. Luka’s nose twitched, then his lip as he turned away with a polite smile. Marinette shook her head in turn as well.

“You know you don’t have to pass just because of me, right?”

“Hey, we do this ‘young 20 some year olds unable to drink alcohol’ in solidarity together.” He cracked a smile at that, “Soda is my alcohol.”

“Alright, you can be an honorary member of the alcohol intolerance club.” Luka laughed when she hummed gleefully. “Dork.”

“Nerd.”

“So, back on topic, Adrien just really had no excuse then?”

“Ha, no, even his dad stopped by an hour ago to congratulate me and get press photos done to promote the line. All his son did for me was send a text with a sad face attached to his cancellation.”

“... I can kick his ass, you know?”

“I know, I’m just saving for a rainy day.” She laughed, stepping closer to his side and wrapping both arms around his. “So, the ticket, you party crasher.”

“Right, yeah, I may or may not have called your assistant earlier today to swipe it. I took a guess that she held onto it for safe keeping so-,”

“She’s new, I’m not surprised she just gave it up that easily.” She let Luka guide her into a dance. One hand with painted black holding hers to his chest, the other gently tugging to hold his shoulder before he held her waist.

“Oh, that, that explains a lot now.”

“What?”

He flinched, a nervous glint flashing across his features. “I may or may not have lied about who exactly I was since she didn’t know my name-,”

“Doesn’t listen to your music, already told her the sin she was committing.”

“And who I was to you, specifically-,”

Marinette tilted her head back in a laugh, Luka’s arm tightening to brace her weight, “You said you were my husband, didn’t you?”

He flushes at a memory of once getting a creep off her back a year ago by claiming that very title to her.

“Erm, no, I said I was your boyfriend and may have sold it by saying some pet name and swooning over you just a little,” he watched her eyes go wide then soft, a smile twitching to show. He stepped closer, almost pulling her flush to him, “But if that’s what you want, I can go out and get some marriage certificate?”

She flushed, lips parting and a rush of air passing them.

“Maybe call Jagged up and fly us to Vegas? I mean, we’re both looking good right now, you more so.” Her face went a shade or two deeper. She jumped in surprise when he let go of her hand to play with a tendril again on the right side, tilting her face to press a kiss to her left cheek. “God, you’re such a pretty little thing.”

She squeaked.

“What, what was the pet name?”

“Hm?” He lazily met her gaze, a dream like haze filter over them as he moved her body to sway with his. “Oh, that.”

“What was it?”

Baby, babygirl, beautiful, gorgeous- he may have said more than one.

He gave a slow and wicked grin, twirling her out and back into his chest in a swift and stunning movement as he nudged his nose to hers.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He teased, smile spreading wider and radiant as she forgot to breathe for a second.

What. A fucking. Tease.

The need for him to make good on his words and looks hit through her hard and reminded her of their one night together that they both never forgotten. And how much she wished that was every night, as long as it ended up with them curled right around each other and love and happiness coaxing them to sleep instead of stress and loneliness.

He watched her steel her gaze, her jaw tightened. He swallowed when her height, now of five feet thanks to heels, straightened and forced him to pull up. A violent shiver rocked through him when both hands held along the back of his neck, one slipping under the collar of his shirt to scratch along the nape.

“Marinette-,” he choked.

“I’m only asking so I can show my reciprocation.” She leaned closer, kicking her shoes off into some corner and standing on his converse that every elder of theirs had eyed in question during the night. He supported her actions fully, of course. Still stepping them around in dance within a fluid motion. “Not gonna tell me, hun?”

He coughed, loudly and looked away from her to catch his breath. Watching adults cheat on spouses everywhere or everyone else minding their own business to stare at models or the shrimp on the tables.

He almost tripped when she wined in protest, her hand gripping his chin lightly and turning it to face her. His eyes were flickering between admiration, lust and love, growing three shades of deeper blue than was possible.

“C’mon, baby, tell me.”

“Baby?” He stammered out in surprise. Teenage Luka was having a fucking field day with this. “Marinette, I was only joking earlier and-,”

“Were you really though?”

“No,” his response was fast and instant, a wince playing at the corner of his eyes and his button nose scrunching in loss of control.

“Hey handsome,” he preened under the nickname passing her lips, even if close to millions called him the same thing, it paid more effect when it was Marinette calling him it. “Tell me why you came tonight.”

His neck was aching from staring down to meet her eyes now that the heels were gone but he let himself down lower to press his forehead to hers. “Because you deserve better than what he gives you.”

The girl stilled, expecting an awkward or a flirtatious remark. “What?”

The rockstar looked away sheepishly, a little ashamed. “I know you’re considering getting with him, but when I heard he was canceling on you I let my jealousy win out and I just wanted to be there for you.” He bit his lip when he felt her tugging his face back in her direction, choosing to resist the pressure. “You have to believe me when I say I came with no ulterior motives other than protecting you from going stag to your own party tonight.”

“You, you came to protect me?”

He shrugged, another small shiver racking through him when her hands moved along and glided across his neck. “And make sure you had a good night. I even asked your mom what you were wearing tonight just so I could make sure my outfit complimented yours to cheer you up.”

She was silent for a minute or so, and he waited, patiently as ever and guiding her to rest her head against his chest as he swayed them.

Luka, doing all the work. Luka, taking matters into his own hands when someone fails her. Luka, going the extra mile to make sure she has a happy memory.

Fuck giving second chances to other people. Luka is the only one to have shown her he’s the most earning of the concept and notion.

She pulls away, feeling the slight reluctance in his arms on her waist before they drop to his side, “Grab my heels.”

He raises a black brow but complies, turning to find them and hooking his fingers in the backs. He eyes them, used to seeing her shoes laying around the Liberty when she comes over or even at her own place, but he always has to remark that, “You have small feet.”

“You’ve also called them cute,” she huffs, tugging on his hand and pulling him near the entrance.

He follows, like they always do for one another. “Because they are- where are we going?” He stops them as they round an empty corridor, away from the hotel’s event room where the party is still very much happening. The heel of his palm grips tight to archway, pressing against it, the small shoes still dangling in his hold.

“Home, your place or mine. Actually, mine’s closer.”

He laughs brightly, “You can’t ditch your own party for another movie night, Mari.”

The petite girl turns to him, a fierce expression in his eyes that makes him swallow harshly. “No, but I can ditch to celebrate in getting what I really want. For finally getting what I want.”

“The Chinese takeout place is closed this time of ni-,”

“You.”

“What?” Luka wheezes, he blinks stupidly at her. Prettily and stupidly. He straightens, freehand tugging at his collar a little like he needs room to breathe. “Come again?”

“I’m going home. I’m taking you with me. And we’re gonna celebrate that I finally got off my ass and got what I wanted.”

He hums, nervously and a bounce starting in his hand, a shake in one hand, his dark brows furrow, “And you want?”

“You.”

“You- you want,” he sucks in a sharp breath, pain flashing across his features as he clears his throat. “You want me?”

Her eyes soften, a smile showing as she steps closer to him and takes his face into her hands, pulling him down to be eye level with her as he braces his weight on the wall next to them with a hand.

“Yes,” he looks awestruck as she giggles. “I want you... can you let me keep you?”

He laughs nervously, “I’ll fucking sell myself to you if that’s what you really want, fuck.”

She’s smiling, leaning up on tiptoes to alleviate the strain in his neck and pressing a kiss to his lips, muffling the undignified noise of surprise that escapes him. She lets him get used to her for a second, kissing him slowly and purposely as starts to eventually overcome the shock and kiss her back in reverence.

He pulls away suddenly, a guilted expression on his face.

“Wait, wait. What about Adrien?”

“What about him?”

Luka fidgets, a quick glimpse of insecurities and jealousy showing to her before he regains a semblance of control after having his walls knocked down. “He’s been trying to go out with you, win you affections.”

He only knows of the situation, but never presses her to talk about it. It’s natural for it to come up in conversation everyday when he asks her about work knowing the stress of being twenty-two in a high end fashion company could be a bit more than overwhelming. He wanted to be a safe place to her since the beginning.

“There’s nothing about him. I’ve shut him down an handful of times and now it’s just a matter of letting him indulge himself in what he thinks are romantic gestures when me saying no doesn’t cut it. There’s nothing going on between him and I, just his belief that my crush from years ago accounts for something today.”

Luka still looks wary and isn’t touching her, most likely his conscious trying to be the better person between him and Adrien by not going out with the girl his friend is pining after.

Even if said girl is Luka’s legitimate best friend and the very same girl he’s been in love with since he was a kid.

Marinette feels like it’s a dirty tactic as she gets closer to him, trying to gauge where it’s jealousy and where it’s insecurity in regards to Adrien.

She presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Luka’s head turns minutely at the attention, tilting less than a centimeter to catch her lips before he catches himself. He struggles when her next kiss falls to his lips and is soft and slow, how he always wants to kiss her.

“Remember our first kiss?” She whispers, wounding arms around his waist and pressing close to him.

He matches her volume, an adoring look winning for a split second, “Of course I remember.”

“Remember our first date?”

“At the ice cream parlor, you wore a pink skirt that kept twirling when you did.” She feels his resolve break a little, his own right to be selfish with her slipping out a little.

His arms slip around her, and he presses a gentle kiss to her temple. “Remember our goodbye at the airport?” His arms tightening around her speak more volumes than his strained, “Yes,” does.

She’s just a little closer to convincing him to stop being so sacrificial with his own wants or needs. She just has to push more.

“Remember waking up in one another’s arms that morning?”

He’s silent for a few seconds, thinking of what he can say in response to that. Wondering how honest to be, “... every day, I think of that morning every day.”

She still hears the clipped apprehension in his voice. That tone she knows so well that’s gonna lead into him giving her advice to rethink this whole decision and talk to him when she’s absolutely sure. How she shouldn’t think on impulse and lunge at what she wants unless she knows she does wanna keep with it.

But, he has to know she always thinks back on moments with him and that she longs to have jumped on impulse if it meant being with him.

Every time he’s showed up with takeout at her place. When he smiles so freely at her. When he bandages her cuts and blisters from working all night long.

When he showed up tonight looking like he had been her dare to begin with. How her heart felt when he admitted to lying to her secretary. The way he looked carrying her high heels that were much too small for his hands but he didn’t care because she asked him to.

How he crashed her own party to make sure she’d have fun tonight.

She’s sure she wants this, him.

All those nicknames they could call each other. All the benefits of dating the other and having a date to everything the other needs to attend. Having her best friend be her boyfriend meaning there’s no holding back from anything.

She’ll cringe about it in the morning, but it’s gotta work to break his long instilled fear of being a bad friend or person. Of being unselfish.

“Do you still remember that night?”

She’s sure he’s stopped breaking by the way his entire body seems to shut down, but then it reboots and he’s shaking against her and can’t seem to breathe correctly, his eyes avoiding hers as he swallows again and looking like he’s willing to risk going into an allergic reaction for the sake of one drink.

“That- that’s not something you forget, Marinette.” His hands are twitching on her waist, grip tightening just a little and a vein is jumping in his arm to do something to prove he remembers alright.

One more push, “Do you still remember how I tasted that night?”

He seizes her waist, lunging to kiss her desperately like he did that night and when he left, a growl passing his lips onto hers. He’s cupping the back of her neck, fingers threading through her hair, breathing her in and shaking against her as his resolves breaks completely and the selfish side comes out. The one that’s nowhere near as selfish as the average person, but enough to take in the matter of his own needs and wants. He pulls back, letting her watch his eyes darken, the pupils expanding until the blues are next to near mere ridges of color. He’s watching hers do the same before he nudges her nose and kisses her slowly, more loving and affectionate. His control slipping back into place and resulting in the Luka she so loves regaining the handles of his own mind.

He’s careful in the way he tugs her lip with his teeth, how he coaxes her to let him kiss her fully before pull back and panting against her lips.

“Yes, I remember,” his voice is rough and he has to glance away from her and straighten. She watches him take a few meditative breaths before he looks back at her.

“Does that really help?” She gestures to his chest and mouth, “the breathing?”

He laughs hollowly, “No, not really, but it bought me time to create some distance in this,” he glances around, “Not your apartment place.”

She laughs at the suddenly horrified look that crosses his face, the image of them making out and the threat of almost being caught in public instantly dawning on him. He glares playfully at her.

“You did that all on purpose.”

“Had to, you were just about to give me up for the sake of being a good friend to me and Adrien.” She pauses, a wicked idea forming to prove her point, “Unless, you want Adrien to know what that all is like?”

A dark look crosses Luka’s face; unrestrained bouts of suppressed jealousy, possessiveness and territoriality. “No,” he growls out, eyes squeezing shut and having to clear his throat. “I’d rather not let him know any of that personally.”

“Not even how I taste?”

“Marinette,” he warned, the growl resurfacing. She cooed, wrapping him up in a hug and pressing a kiss to his jaw as an apology. He whined, “It’s not funny when you do that.”

“No, but everything you feel is alright to feel. Don’t hold back for the sake of not being selfish. You can be selfish with me, you’re a reasonable guy and know boundaries.” She sighed, nuzzling further into his warm embrace. “I don’t like Adrien the way he wants me to, and lately, it’s hard to even be his friend. He needs to move on from me. Hell, I’m better friends with Félix now than him.”

“Just hope they don’t switch up on you again.”

She huffed in amusement. “God no, I’d kill them.”

“It’s adorable how how your less than five feet body resorts to violence and death threats.”

“Mm, except you, I’m quite fond of you.” She looks up at him, chin pressed to his chest and smiling when he looks at her softly and presses a kiss to her nose. “This, us, is not an impulse. Just a restrained want I’ve had for awhile.”

“Okay, I understand now.”

She grins cheekily at him, “Or need, if that makes you all possessive hot yet secretly adorable rockstar boyfriend mode again.”

“Boyfriend?” He smiled slowly, radiant as always and heart stopping. “If teenage me could hear you, he’d probably shut down from being overwhelmed.”

“Nineteen year old you certainly didn’t that night,” she mumbles, grinning at the loud bark of laughter that surprises the both of them when Luka throws his head back.

“Yeah, thanks for reminding me what age I lost it at, totally rockstar of me, right?” The blush that’s coating his neck and ears is adorable, a shy smile quirking at her briefly.

“I think it’s sweet, cute even.”

“Yeah, because you’re the one I lost it to.” He deadpanned without conviction. “But, I guess I’ll take being sweet and cute.”

“It’s okay though, I mean, I did the cliché of losing my virginity to someone I was in love with.” Luka does in fact shut down in her embrace hearing that. Hands jittering against her and fingers tapping like he’s trying to speak through notes against her skin.

He takes another minute, before pressing a kiss to her hair. “If this is you confessing your love to me -and believe me, it’s killing me to stop you right now, I’d rather you do it in regards to another topic and not the fact that we were one another’s first time.” He avoids the dangerous smirk aimed his way, or the sharp angle of her cocked, black brow above breathtaking blues. “C’mon, let’s go dance some more and celebrate your success before we leave, maybe find your assistant to introduce me as your boyfriend to.”

She pours at him when he tugs on her hand in the direction of the party. “But-,”

He breathed out shakily, a waning patient look in his eyes and a false smirk aimed at her. “Can I sleep over tonight?”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes,” he breathed. “I’m very close to just following you home at this point, trust me. I don’t care how the night ends, just as long as it’s you and me tonight.”

She’s letting him make them dance again, feeling as the nerves leave his body as he gets them to fall in step with the tempo. He doesn’t care that he has to bend a little ways down to rest his cheek on her hair, not when she’s letting him pull her up against his chest when she typically only reaches the bottom of his rib cage.

They work well together, they fit perfectly together because they’re more than used to the instinctive adapting to one another.

Her hands cup his cheeks, kissing him carefully without reservation and the anxiety, “It was only an impulse at times because I love you and have for awhile.”

Luka deepens the kiss just a little, thankful she’s the type of girlfriend to let him indulge in her as he smiles, “I get it, I’ve had my share of impulsive thoughts for as long as I’ve been in love with you since we were young. I love you, Mari.”

“Enough to crash a party for me, apparently,” she whispered, a little moved by the thought that they were finally together. He thumbed her tears away.

“Enough to kill Adrien or Félix if you ask me to,” he replied in a loving tone, soothing her gasps for air when she broke apart in giggles against his chest in reaction.

He didn’t leave after that night. And he went to every party as her date too.

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purrincess-chat · 3 years ago

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix CH28

What does Chloe have in store for Marinette? Find out next week! As I stated on AO3, once I post chapter 30, I’m going to take another month off to let my betas finish up the last few chapters, then in October if we are all finished, I will be posting two chapters a week on Mondays and Fridays to finish this story out. It’s been a long journey rewriting it, but I’m much happier with the outcome this time. I hope you’re all excited to see the rest of the changes to this story. I know I can’t wait to share them!

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Chapter 28: End Game

Morning light streamed through the window, casting golden rays across Marinette’s cheeks. The urgent screech of her alarm blared on the shelf above her head, vibrating the loft in its tantrum. She blinked, then immediately squeezed her eyes shut again, sitting up out of the sun. Kicking the blankets from around her legs, she palmed for her phone, clumsily tapping the screen with a yawn. Sleep had eluded her most of the night for more reasons than one, and the previous day’s events replayed on loop as she slogged through her morning routine.

Had all of it really happened? The museum, her old friends, the akuma, Emerald Shell, Lila… And she’d gone to Chloe of all people for help. When had she fallen so low? And how long did Marinette have to be on this rollercoaster? Wasn’t there an emergency exit she could use?

She splashed water on her face, leaning against the sink with a sigh. Not all of it was bad at least. She and Adrien got to spend the evening together, though the sweetness diminished as a result of the afternoon’s events. Even still, there were worse ways to end a trying day than being spoon-fed chocolate mousse by the boy of her dreams.

Marinette stared at her reflection, droplets dripping from her chin like the countless tears she’d cried the past month. So much had changed since she left. Her face still looked the same, but the girl inside was different than the one who walked out of Francoise-Dupont a month ago. Her eyes carried a new determination.

Lila had gone too far, and Marinette wasn’t going to stand for it anymore. Starting today, everything was going to change.

“Marinette! You’re going to be late for school!” her mother called up the stairs.

Marinette dried her face and slipped on her blazer.

“Coming!”

Things were normal at school. People were buzzing about the latest akuma and the appearance of Emerald Shell. Martin held his head a little higher, though his cheeks never lost their rosy hue, especially when Macy gushed about how Emerald Shell saved her. It wasn’t until art class that they realized Marinette was being unusually quiet.

“How did things go with Adrien?” Eliott asked, looking up from the fruit bowl they were all painting.

“Adrien was fine,” Marinette said. “It was Lila I had to worry about.”

“Still?” Macy winced. “What happened?”

“It’s a long story…” Marinette sighed, wiping her brush on a rag.

“We’ve got a whole hour.” Martin pointed out, and they all looked at Marinette expectantly.

Marinette smiled, reassured by their eagerness. They really were the best friends in the world. She took a deep breath before diving in, and her friends listened to every detail intently.

“Whoa, she really did that to you?” Lisette asked when she finished. “And I thought Gabrielle was awful.”

“Lila is an attention-seeking manipulator, and she crushes anyone who gets in her way,” Marinette said bitterly. “I hate to drag you guys into this—mostly because I barely want to be dragged into this—but-”

“Oh, we’ll totally help,” Macy said. “If there’s one thing rich people love to do it’s brag about our accomplishments and make other people look inferior.”

“I can text around and try to set up a hangout with Prince Ali next time he passes through Paris.” Eliott offered.

“My dad’s in a group that plays tennis with a few ambassadors. I’m sure he could help us set up a youth program to push a Go Green effort here in Paris.” Martin added.

“Sometimes I babysit for the president’s niece, so I could see about getting her deported,” Lisette said with a cheery grin, and everyone turned to her with horrified expressions. “I’m kidding, but it’s an option.”

“Aww, you’re so cute when you’re kicking awful people out of the country.” Eliott nuzzled her cheek with his nose.

“Anything you need, Marinette, we’ve got your back,” Macy said, placing a hand over hers. “We’re behind you all the way.”

Marinette pulled her in for a hug, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. Even though she regretted running from her problems, Marinette didn’t regret meeting her new friends. They helped her when she needed it most, and for that, she would always be grateful. With these people by her side, Lila wasn’t going to know what hit her.

♪♫♪ This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things ♪♫♪

Marinette paced the length of the living room a week later, chewing her nails. The awards show had finally arrived, and Clara would be walking the red carpet in one of Marinette’s original designs. It was the biggest moment of her life, and she couldn’t sit still.

Her mom smiled, setting the cake she’d just finished decorating on the table. “Everything is going to be fine, dear. Your designs were wonderful, and Clara loved them.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean all of the famous fashion critics are going to. People talk about award show outfits for weeks, mom! If everyone hates Clara’s dress, I’m going to be front-page news for worst-dressed all month!” Marinette groaned.

“There’s no way anyone will hate your designs. My daughter has all the talent in the world!” Her father scooped her up, planting a kiss on her cheek.

The doorbell rang, and Marinette rushed to answer it.

“Congratulations!” Her friends cheered.

Macy pulled her in for a tight hug. “I can’t wait to see which design Clara picked! They were all so good.”

“I can’t believe Clara picked you over Gabriel Agreste. You are so lucky, Marinette,” Lisette said.

“She’s amazingly talented. My father didn’t stand a chance,” Adrien said with a laugh. He presented a bouquet of roses with a shy smile. “Congratulations, mon ange.”

Marinette stretched up to kiss his cheek. Taking his hand, she ushered everyone inside where they didn’t hesitate to make themselves at home. Eliott and Martin moved for the snacks while Macy and Lisette settled on the couch. Marinette’s mother reached for a vase on the top shelf, stretching up on her toes.

“Let me.” Adrien stepped in and grabbed it with ease.

“Thank you, dear. Marinette picked such a sweet boyfriend.” Her mother beamed. “She used to talk about you so much. Every day, she’d come home from school and tell us all about how green your eyes are and-”

“Mom!” Marinette shot her a silencing look.

“I’m flattered. Marinette is a wonderful girl. You and Mr. Dupain must be really proud that a celebrity like Clara commissioned her,” Adrien replied smoothly. He shot Marinette a wink when her mom changed the subject. Why was he so perfect?

“Ooo! It’s starting!” Macy squealed.

Marinette and Adrien squeezed onto the couch next to Macy and Eliott. She leaned her head on his shoulder, twining their fingers together. Having her friends around eased some of her nerves, but her heartbeat escalated every time someone new moved to the front of the line.

“How long until we get to see your dress?” her dad asked.

“I don’t know. The red carpet doesn’t really have a set schedule.” Marinette shrugged.

“Okay, we’ll just wait,” he said, trying to seem nonchalant, though his impatience showed each time he shifted or cleared his throat.

Marinette chewed her nails as other artists and celebrities made their appearances, leg bouncing until Eliott reached over to stop it. She flashed him a sheepish grin but resumed tapping the moment he turned away.

Clara’s name flashed at the bottom of the screen, and Marinette cupped her hands over her mouth. Everyone leaned forward as she approached the camera in a colorful, flowing gown.

“She’s wearing my favorite!” Marinette squeaked between her fingers. Her dad patted her knee as her mom turned up the volume on the television.

“Standing here on the red carpet with Best Pop Artist nominee Clara Nightingale,” the reporter said, turning to Clara with a smile. “Clara, can I just say you look lovely tonight? Who are you wearing?”

“My dress was designed by someone sweet; a teen whose talent can’t be beat. More beautiful than any melody I’ve ever sang, this dress is by Miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Clara twirled around, the skirt of the dress rippling with color.

Marinette buried her face in a couch pillow with a shrill scream. Adrien rubbed her back with a laugh. She shot up again, eyes glued to the screen as Clara gushed about the details of her dress before the conversation steered toward her award nomination.

“Can I just say? Stun-ning!” Eliott said.

“That dress is everything! It looks even better than it did on paper.” Macy agreed.

“A celebrity wearing my daughter’s original designs! I always knew someone would recognize how amazing you are.” Her dad pulled her in for a tight hug.

“We’re so proud of you, honey. We know how hard you worked,” her mom said.

“You did an amazing job, Marinette.” Adrien pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“Well, we have to get back to the bakery, so we’ll let you kids watch the rest together, okay?” Her mother passed Macy the remote.

“Good night.” Marinette waved as they stood and took their leave.

“Actually, I should go too. I forgot to do my physics homework,” Macy said, standing up. “Martin, can you come help me? It’ll take me hours if you don’t.”

Martin flicked his gaze over to Marinette and nodded. “Uh, yeah, I can do that.”

“Oh, ya know, I just remembered that I promised my dad we’d help him with that thing,” Lisette said.

“Oh yeah! Sorry, it’s like a big, complicated thing. We need to go too.” Eliott nodded. “Congrats again. You’re amazing and wonderful, and you deserve this more than anyone.”

“Thanks.” Marinette smiled.

“See you tomorrow!” Macy called as they all shuffled out the door.

“Is it just me or was that a lot of lame excuses?” Marinette tilted her head.

“I asked them to give us some time alone.” Adrien admitted.

“Oh.” Marinette’s cheeks warmed as Adrien wrapped an arm around her.

“I know things have been crazy lately, but in a way, I’m really glad all of this happened. I might not have ever realized how I felt about you if it hadn’t,” he said. “It’s a weird positive that’s come from everything.”

“Yeah.” Marinette leaned against his shoulder with a smile. “I’m happy things worked out. I never would have told you how I felt otherwise.”

“Did you really tell your parents how cute I was?” he asked with a smirk.

“I- Well, I didn’t- I mean-” She buried her face in his shirt with a groan.

“It’s been a while since I’ve heard you stammer like that. I forgot how cute it is.” Adrien chuckled.

“It’s your fault.” She jabbed his chest with one finger. “You’re so cute. It makes me all flustered.”

“Hmm, then I wonder how you’ll react to this.” He reached into his pocket to retrieve a long jewelry case, opening it to reveal a small pink diamond necklace.

“Adrien!”

“I wanted to get you something to remember me by since we go to different schools now. I miss you like crazy, so I thought that maybe you could at least have a small piece of me when we’re apart,” he said. “Do you like it?”

“Adrien…” Marinette cupped a hand over her mouth. “It’s beautiful. I love it.”

The gem was warm against her skin as Adrien fastened it around her neck, a physical reminder of his love. They’d overcome so much together, and while their fight was far from over, at least Marinette had him.

Adrien turned her jaw to face him, brushing her cheek with his thumb. Those warm green eyes softened as he leaned in, and Marinette closed her eyes. His breath swirled hot on her lips when they brushed, sending a jolt up her spine. Her heart hammered in a frenzy, building rapidly in anticipation. But just as release came, his pocket buzzed, and they both crashed down to earth again.

With a short sigh, Adrien pulled back and retrieved his phone, quirking a brow at the caller ID.

“It’s Chloe,” he said. “Hell-”

“Were you two going to list Dupain-Cheng designing for Clara Nightingale among our assets, or was I just supposed to figure that out myself?” She scolded.

“Sorry. It was kind of-”

“No time for excuses. I need to propose this to you before I change my mind. I know the perfect way to enact your plan,” Chloe said with a groan. “I hate myself for even considering it.”

“What are you suggesting?” Adrien’s eyebrows furrowed.

“We’re going to make Dupain-Cheng famous, and I think I know the perfect way to do it.”

#mdcspr #marinette dupain-cheng's spite playlist remix #my writing

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bonjour-rainycity · 4 years ago

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Imagine: Being friends with Alice and asking Carlisle for help on your chemistry homework

Characters: Cullen family, female reader

Rating: G

Word count: 2120

Warnings: None

Request by anon: Wait, omg I’m so happy I found a blog that’s updated recently and I’m definitely gonna ✨stalk✨ your blog and read all your writing after hw but if you’re still doing requests, I thought of something that I would just love to see written. And this could be short or something, y’know? It can be whatever you want it to be, but what if the reader is somewhat friends with the Cullens? Reader (maybe like 20 years old?) is invited to their house one weekend after bumping into Alice and becoming friends and from passing conversation, reader knows that Carlisle is a doctor so she asks him if he could help her with her organic chemistry hw cause she’s studying to be a med student?

A/n Wow I’m so sorry this took me so long! It’s such a cute request and I loved writing it! Thanks for sending it in and for being patient with me :)

Shoot.

Mentally, I groan, stopping my progress towards my car.

I still have chem homework.

I fiddle with the keys in my hand, contemplating. You could go home…lay in bed…maybe with a pint of ice cream…and pass out in a stress and sugar-induced coma.

Oh, how tempting.

But then I remind myself of why I’m putting myself through the hell that is a STEM degree, and turn on my heel, heading back to campus. I know I won’t get any work done if I go home, so the library it is! Thank goodness it’s open twenty-four hours, because it’s creeping up to eleven and I don’t have the heart to return to one of the academic buildings.

Seeing as it’s Friday night, the library isn’t crowded. Still, I push past all the tables on the first floor and head up to my favorite spot on the second. Settling in at my favorite partially secluded table, I pull out my organic chemistry textbook, pop in my earbuds, and get to work.

{***}

A small, pale hand skims over the table near my book, and I look up with a start.

Alice Cullen stands by my desk, clutching a set of books that look too heavy for her thin arms, but she seems to be managing fine. She and I met during the first week of classes, and have been tentative friends ever since. We don’t see much of each other, given our varying degree programs, but she always greets me with a friendly smile and an offer to join her to study. I pull out my headphones, and give her a tired smile. “Hey, how’s it going?”

“Good!” She smiles excitedly, somehow keeping her energy levels at—I check the time on my phone—1:12 am! “Have you been here for long?”

I shrug, feeling the weight of the late hour on my shoulders. “Since around eleven. I was going home but then I forgot I have o-chem homework. I don’t think it should be taking me this long, but I’m struggling. Thankfully only half of it is due in the morning. The rest isn’t due until after the weekend.”

Alice peers over to look at my book and the problems I work through in my notebook. “Oh, those do look hard. But you know, my dad is a doctor, and he probably knows this stuff like the back of his hand. He’d be more than happy to help you.”

I blanch. An invitation to the Cullen’s house? And free help on o-chem homework?

But then I remember my manners. “Oh, thank you, but I couldn’t—”

“Please,” she squeaks, balancing her books in one arm and using the other to retrieve her phone. “We’d be happy to have you over! I’ll let my family know. Does tomorrow around lunchtime work?”

“Uh,” I swallow, not sure I’m believing my ears. “That works great, thank you! I can bring the food?”

She shakes her head, waving off the offer. “Don’t worry about it—Mom loves to cook and will be excited to really use the kitchen. Oh! And there’s this new series my sisters and I have been dying to watch. It’s called Broadchurch. Have you heard of it? Maybe we can start it and see if it’s any good!”

I nod dumbly, too tired and relieved for the help to refuse again. “That sounds fun! Thank you.”

“Of course,” she smiles, shrugging like it’s nothing. “What are friends for?”

My smile softens. She considers us friends. “Do you want to walk out together? It’s pretty late.”

She beams and waits while I collect my stuff.

{***}

I pull up to the front of the massive house.

Alice is waiting for me on the porch. She waves excitedly, and I notice her fiancé standing near the door, looking uncomfortable. I stifle a chuckle. It’s well-known that Jasper, introvert in every sense of the word, fell hard for Alice who is the embodiment of an extravert. I wave, grabbing my backpack and stepping out of the car.

“Welcome,” Alice practically shouts. Jasper gives me a polite nod.

I smile at the two of them, calling out my hello’s and climbing the stairs to the porch. The second Jasper opens the door, I’m greeted by the warm smile of Esme Cullen.

“Hello, Y/n, welcome to our home! We are so happy to have you here.” She extends a warm smile, one I can’t help but return immediately.

Alice leads us straight to the living room, where two of her adoptive siblings, Emmett and Rosalie, lounge. Rosalie sketches something I can’t see, and Emmett yells loudly at the TV, losing at a video game.

“Beat it, Emmett,” Alice chirps, dancing over and taking the controller from his hands. “We’re going to watch Broadchurch.”

Putting his frustration at the game aside, Emmett grins, standing and ruffling Alice’s hair. “Alright, I was getting my ass kicked anyway. Hey, Y/n, good to see you again.”

I return his greeting, familiar with Emmett from an intro to theatre class we had together last semester. The image of his interpretation of Juliet for our final project comes to mind, and I have to stifle a laugh. Emmett goes to leave the room, pulling Jasper with him.

“Send Bella down, would you,” Alice calls after them, already settling on the couch. “Rose, you know Y/n, right?”

Rosalie looks up from her sketching. She smiles briefly at me, then returns to her task. I sit awkwardly next to Alice, waiting for Bella so we can start the show.

“There aren’t many women in STEM.”

My head shoots up, wide eyes turning in Rosalie’s direction. She doesn’t look up from her work, but I know she’s addressing me—Alice is studying fashion merchandising and design.

“Y-yeah,” I stammer. Alice’s older sister is just so intimidating. Well-spoken, obviously intelligent, tall, prettier than anyone I’ve ever met, and top of her law class. She’s not exactly warm either, like her mother or sister—even now, there’s a cold bite to her tone. But the edges of her lips quirk up, and I can tell she’s being nice.

“Don’t let the guys push you around. What you’re doing is important, and you’re probably smarter than them. What do you want to do with your degree?”

The answer, always on my heart and mind, is automatic. “I want to be a doctor. So, med school is next.”

She nods once. “Good.”

And apparently that’s the end of our conversation.

I try to hide my smile by rummaging around in my backpack for my water bottle. It’s nice to feel supported.

Bella comes gliding down the stairs and twists into the living room, folding herself easily onto the love seat. She greets me, and then tosses me the throw over the back of her couch. Alice nods as if forgetting something, then reaches into a basket hidden between our couch and Rosalie’s chair and produces three more blankets, throwing two to her sisters and keeping one for herself. She shoots me a grin as each of us, even the serious Rosalie, snuggles up.

Alice stands, turning off the lights and then wraps back in her blanket and scoots near me on the couch. “I hope this is good!” With a grin, she opens Netflix and plays the first episode.

{***}

Broadchurch does not disappoint. Before I know it, we’re halfway through the second episode, eyes glued to the screen. Bella, who was definitely reading a book under her blanket at the start, has put it to the side, leaning forward and watching the show intently.

The front door creaks, then clicks closed, and Alice smiles, pressing pause on the remote. “Dad’s home.”

Before long, the famed local doctor comes in to say hi to the girls and to greet me. He’s just as welcoming as his wife!

“Alice told me you are having trouble with some organic chemistry homework?”

I nod, hoping it’s not too much to ask for his help. “I got a good start on some of the problems last night, but I keep messing up. I’m not really sure where I’m going wrong—there’s no answer key so I can’t work backwards through the problems.”

He nods, casually resting his hands in the pocket of his slacks. “I remember o-chem homework quite well.” He grins conspiratorially. “It is the bane of many a med student’s existence. Why don’t you girls finish up your episode and then join Esme and me in the kitchen for lunch? I can take a look at your homework if you like.”

Relief washes over me. “That would be great, thank you so much.”

He smiles warmly. “Of course. Now, if you all will excuse me….” With a twinkle in his eye, he leaves us to rejoin his wife.

This family is so nice! I wonder why they get so much flack at school?

Alice resumes the episode, and soon my musings are washed away as I try to piece together the mystery of the murder before the detectives can.

{***}

Esme is a wonderful cook. Carlisle sings her praises but doesn’t fix a plate for himself, saying he ate plenty as she was cooking. We all sit down at the table, though I’m the only one who eats in earnest — Bella claims to be filled up on snacks, Rose says she’s on a diet, and Alice takes a small helping for herself, every now and then poking the chicken in mild disgust. I don’t see what the problem is, the food is fantastic!

Carlisle sits down next to me, and I slide my textbook and notebook in his direction. He smiles, looking almost nostalgic. “I remember these. The good news is, as a doctor, you won’t be doing much of this in day-to-day life, if at all. But it is important for some courses you will take in medical school, so it’s best to master the concepts now. See, on number nineteen, you start the problem correctly, but get lost once you have to balance the equation to continue. Instead of waiting until the middle to balance, I would do that first, that way, you have a solid base before moving on to solve the rest of the problem.”

I nod, peering over at the paper intently. I hadn’t tried that strategy before.

Carlisle takes out a pen, and begins scratching out an equation. Then, he grins, shaking his head, and crosses it out, starting again in much neater handwriting. “Forgive my penmanship. Though, if you decide to continue and become a practicing doctor, your handwriting will soon be indecipherable, too.”

From across the table, Rosalie snorts, and I can’t help but laugh along. It seems almost a rite of passage for a doctor to have horrendous handwriting.

In clearer script, Carlisle continues working out the problem, then slides the paper over for me to see. He explains what he did at each step, and I nod along, trying to commit as much of it to memory as possible. He works out another problem in the same way, then asks me to try on my own. I smile tentatively as I go, hesitant to accept that I actually know how to do the problem now.

But I do.

It takes concentration to work through the steps, but I can, which is a far cry from where I was last night. Carlisle waves off my thanks, saying I just needed to try a different approach, but I had it within me all along. I bring up another section I had issues with—structures of the elements—and Carlisle teaches me a better strategy for memorizing a few and then figuring out the rest. By the time Esme and Bella have put the food away, my homework is done—in a fourth of the time it would have taken me struggling through it on my own.

“Seriously, Dr. Cullen, thank you so much.”

He smiles pleasantly, handing me back my textbook. “Of course. If you need help again, just come on over. I know the girls love having the company, and my wife and I enjoyed the opportunity to meet you as well.”

Esme appears behind her husband, laying her hands affectionately on his shoulders. “Absolutely, Y/n. Please come over any time.”

I pack up my homework and thank them once again for lunch and for the help. Alice darts to my side, grinning. “Ready to finish the episode?”

I feel so much lighter now that my homework is done, and I don’t feel guilty at all for spending time with my new friends. In fact, I may even indulge in that ice cream when I get home.

“Absolutely.”

A/n Thanks for reading! If you have a moment, here’s the link to my masterlist :)

#twilight #twilight renaissance #platonic twilight #carlisle cullen #alice cullen #jasper cullen #emmett cullen #rosalie cullen #esme cullen #bella cullen #twilight imagine #carlisle imagine #alice imagine

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hauntedbythefanficsofmypast · 4 years ago

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The Different Group Chats part 1

{Part 1} [Part 2]

Diamonds:

BlueDiamond- Marinette

BrownDiamond- Mireille

GreenDiamond- Marc

Cheng Main Family:

MamaOrso- Sabine

TopChef- Wang

Matriarch- Nuba (Their Grandmother)

Heiress- Lian (Marc’s mother)

Tiāncái- Mei (Mireille’s mother)

Adrinette/Girls GC:

PinkBean- Rose

PurpleBean- Juleka

BossFox-Alya

TrueBeauty-Lila

WhyAmIHere- Alix

LoveBug- Mylene

A group chat AU I thought of this will involve only the Miraculous Ladybug show, with very minor mentions of other shows. Some backstory information I feel are important. Marinette, Marc, and Mireille are cousins in this through their mothers; Sabine, Lian, and Mei. Marinette is Chinese, Italian, and French, Marc is Chinese and French, and Mireille is Chinese, Japanese, and French. This is not Adrinette, I decided to give Lukanette some love!

Diamonds

10:46 am

BlueDiamond: Do you think I could get away with it?

GreenDiamond:????

GreenDiamond: Mar? Get away with what?

BrownDiamond: Depends. Are you doing it by yourself, with us, or are you going to call Bāchan’s right hand?

GreenDiamond: Mir? Wait why would Mar call Fengge?

11:07 am

GreenDiamond: Hey! You two respond already!

BrownDiamond: Calm cousin, calm. Mar is contemplating taking care of Lila Rossi, you know the girl that threatened her in the bathroom.

GreenDiamond: Oh.

GreenDiamond: WAIT!!!1!

GreenDiamond: No fair! She can’t call Fengge I called dibs on ruining Rossi!

BrownDiamond: Mar gets the final decision, after all she is the one being targeted.

BlueDiamond: I am not calling Fengge, I don’t want her dead, I just want to ruin her future. Besides Fengge would call Nonna, and I’d rather not take the chance of us being pulled out of school.

BrownDiamond: Very true, but I doubt Bāchan would pull us out. Lila is only a minor threat and she knows we can definitely handle her. If the snake goes too far however, she will step in.

GreenDiamond: Tru…

BrownDiamond: Stop butchering words or else.

GreenDiamond: Common little cuz be traught.

*BrownDiamond took a Screenshot of chat*

BrownDiamond: I am showing my Kachann.

BlueDiamond: She did warn you.

GreenDiamond: D’: NooOo dont message auntie!!!1!!

BrownDiamond: Already sent.

GreenDiamond: You hate me.

Cheng Main Family

11:38 am

Tiàncái: First, return to your lessons. Second, Marc the penthouse at 4 exact. After reading those texts I’ve decided you need a two hour lesson.

BrownDiamond: Yes Kachann.

BlueDiamond: Sorry Auntie.

GreenDiamond:Understood Auntie.

TopChef: How bad was it?

Tiàncái: Worse than you fake butchering other languages to mess with others.

MamaOrso- My Marinette was not a part of it correct?

Tiàncái- No just our nephew sister.

Heiress- Why am I not surprised, at least he is only doing it with his cousins.

Matriarch- My Diamonds know that they are not allowed to butcher languages like their Great Uncle in front of others. I would not worry too much, my darlings. Now all of you return to work. I have a meeting to attend.

MamaOrso- Yes Māmā

Tiàncái- Understood, have a good meeting.

Heiress- I will see you later Māmā.

TopChef-Talk to you all later my girls.

Diamonds

1:13 pm

BlueDiamond: Juleka and Rose are sitting with me in the back now.

BrownDiamond: Oh?

BlueDiamond: Yes they came up and apologized to me during lunch. They both asked for a chance to earn my trust again.

GreenDiamond: And your decision Mar?

BlueDiamond: I am giving them a second chance, both apologized and explained why they didn’t choose sides. No information about Lila too, she is making big promises. For instance she told Kitty Section she’d introduce them to Jagged Stone.

BrownDiamond:...Isn’t Juleka Jagged’s daughter?

BlueDiamond: Yes.

BrownDiamond: Oh no.

BlueDiamond: What?

GreenDiamond: This is Miss Mendeleiev both of you return to your lessons and put your phones away.

1:28 pm

BrownDiamond: Nice job Marc, next time control your laughter.

BlueDiamond: Really?

2:49 pm

BlueDiamond: Mir go out for ice cream? We can go find André.

BrownDiamond: Well I don’t have to be in the studio today and was only planning to hang out with friends. Can we invite some others?

BlueDiamond: Oh definitely! I’ll ask Rose, Juleka, and Luka!

BrownDiamond: I am just going to invite Aurore and Jean.

BlueDiamond: Hoping to get complimentary cones cousin dearest?

BrownDiamond: Shut up I just like his face.

BlueDiamond: Don’t you lie to me. You have attended every single magical show he has done, and even promoted him once on MAC’s Twitter.

BrownDiamond: Shut up, your one to talk Mar. Who do you have a crush on, Model boy or Guitar boy?

3:10 pm

BrownDiamond: Mar?

BrownDiamond: Did I upset you?

BrownDiamond: Marinette?

BlueDiamond: Sorry

BlueDiamond: No you did not upset me. Lila pointed out I was texting and Bustier started lecturing me on being a good role model.

BrownDiamond: Sorry, my locker in five?

BlueDiamond: Mhm, see you soon.

GreenDiamond: I got my phone back!

GreenDiamond: Unfair! You guys can’t get ice cream while I’m stuck in lessons!

BlueDiamond: [Image.png]

GreenDiamond: Why’d you send me a picture of you and Mir looking around???

BrownDiamond: Trying to find the fucks we give…

GreenDiamond: ༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽

BlueDiamond: Ew. Stop.

GreenDiamond:༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽

BlueDiamond: Ugh.

Private Messaging

Nathaniel and Marc

3:11 pm

LifePartner: Marc can we talk today? It’s about Marinette.

Rainbow: …

Rainbow: I have a two hour lesson starting at four. Meet me on the Pont Des Arts at 6:30.

LifePartner: I’ll be there Rainbow, see you later.

Diamonds

4:20 pm

BrownDiamond: Not.A.Word.

BlueDiamond: Burnt caramel for his eyes, and cotton candy for his unique tricks~ Blackberry for her beautiful hair, and black walnut for her unusual connections.

BrownDiamond: One, perhaps we should be concerned with what André seems to know about us.

BrownDiamond: Two, Blue moon for his hair and eyes, and super madness for his crazy life, Blackberry for her hair and cherry with chips for her secret.

BlueDiamond: Mmm André is a meta I wouldn’t worry his love is ice cream and bringing soulmates together.

BlueDiamond: Luka has confessed to me though, I told him I wasn’t ready.

BrownDiamond: Still stuck on Adrien?

BlueDiamond: No

BlueDiamond: I thought he’d take my side when he said that we were in it together. The moment he didn’t speak up when I was expelled pretty much made that crush, crash.

BlueDiamond: He is sweet but he has been too sheltered, he is trying to treat Lila like she is a tabloid.

BrownDiamond: You are not wrong. So...Luka?

BlueDiamond: Yea, I’m thinking Luka.

Private Messaging

Jagged and Luka

4:24 pm

Luka: Dad how did you get Penny to fall in love with you?

Jagged: I ask myself that every single day kiddo. Every single day.

Luka: I’m screwed.

Jagged: Marinette?

Luka: Marinette.

Jagged: Penny says to just be yourself! My rockstar Mari is a smart girl and her crush on the Agreste boy has slowly disappeared...yes it would be very rock an roll to have her as a daughter-in-law. That’s it Luka! You have to win Marinette’s heart over!

Luka: You’re not helping Dad.

Private Messaging

Penny and Luka

4:47 pm

Penny: Stop asking him Luka.

Penny: Just be yourself, Marinette would never want you to change yourself. Give her a little more time and just be there for her.

Luka: Thanks Penny, how did Dad win you over anyway?

Penny: ...I have a thing for loud sometimes idiotic men.

Luka: Awe, I am never telling him that.

Penny: I’m joking, I’m joking one night he rolled over and was just barely awake. He didn’t know I was awake, he whispered that I was the love of his life and that he wished his mom had a chance to meet me.

Luka: Awe. I’m telling Marinette that.

Penny: Oh, definitely would get you brownie points, she loves sweet love stories.

Adrinette

6:39 pm

Group name changed from Adrinette to Girls GC

Lila Rossi added by BossFox

BossFox changed Lila Rossi to TrueBeauty

BossFox: Hey girls I decided to make this the drama free girls group chat.

PurpleBean: Drama free???

PinkBean: Why not create a new group chat than Alya? Also if this is the girls group chat where is Marinette?

BunnxXx changed name to WhyAmIHere

BossFox: Like I said drama free girls

TrueBeauty: Awe Alya! You added me to a group chat where I don’t have to worry about upsetting Marinette!

TrueBeauty: That’s so sweet!!

WhyAmIHere: Alya this is our get Mari with Sunshine boy gc.

TrueBeauty: Alya you haven’t told them yet?

BossFox: Don’t worry Lila I just wanted you to be here when I did!

BossFox: Girls we are canceling Adrinette.

LoveBug: What? Why?

BossFox: I was telling Lila about all our attempts and how ‘in love’ with Adrien Marinette is. Well Lila pointed out that everything she is doing are red flags for a stalker!

LoveBug: What?! But Marinette would never!

PinkBean: Are you serious?

WhyAmIHere: Oh boy.

TureBeauty: No listen please, I’m not lying!

TrueBeauty: Alya told me everything she has done! She has his entire schedule, pictures of him all over her wall, one he doesn’t even know exist! She has stolen his phone before and is constantly trying to get alone time with him! Not to mention she has planned out their life with two kids and a hamster!

TureBeauty: She is stalking Adrien and convinced you guys to help her!

LoveBug: Oh my gosh

LoveBug: I can’t believe

LoveBuv: All this time Marinette has been

WhyAmIHere: Alright ya-no I’m so done.

WhyAmIHere: First of Marinette HAD a crush on Adrien. One that you blew out of proportion Alya.

BossFox: What?!

BossFox: I did not!

WhyAmIHere: You were constantly trying to force her into telling Adrien when she clearly wasn’t ready, and always dragging us into helping set up ‘dates’

WhyAmIHere: Two Marinette is a fashion designer. Have you seriously never noticed all the pictures are right above when she works on designs? They are a part of her fashion board Alya.

WhyAmIHere: Also the part with the phone, I’m hello? Marinette has always been like that, she does it when she’s half asleep most of the time. But in the end she always returns the person's phone before the end of the day!

WhyAmIHere: Also we have all seen those photos, if Marinette was seriously stalking him don’t you think the pictures would be inappropriate? They are either from magazines or from class outings.

LoveBug: Alix you have to admit it is a little weird that Marinette has gone this far

LoveBug: Lila is a model too and she knows so many famous people. I have no doubt she knows more about stalking than we do.

WhyAmIHere: srs.

TrueBeauty: Alix you have to listen to me! Marinette is sick and she needs help or else she’ll be a danger to Adrien and us!

WhyAmIHere: No. I’m done. Marinette is just a teenager with a CRUSH and you are just blowing it out of proportion.

Alix Kubdel has left Girls GC.

TrueBeauty: Rose Juleka you believe us right?

TrueBeauty: Please Mari really needs help!

PinkBean: No we don’t…

BossFox: WHAT!?

PurpleBean: We don’t believe you. Besides, Marinette barely has a crush on Adrien anymore. I’d ask if you’ve seen her room but she stopped inviting you up Alya.

PinkBean: And she doesn’t like Lila so Lila has never even seen her room.

BossFox: It isn’t like you guys would actually know anything! Just after school today Marinette threatened Lila to stay away from Adrien! And she got physical!

LoveBug: oh gosh! Lila are you okay?

TrueBeauty: Alya! I didn’t want anyone to know!

BossFox: But they need to know Lila especially since they keep siding with her!

PinkBean: Really?

PinkBean: When after school?

TrueBeauty: She attacked me around 4 today!

PurpleBean: oh rlly?

PinkBean: That doesn’t make sense though because Marinette was with us today at four. We left the school together.

TrueBeauty: This is what I was afraid of! Marinette has twisted you two into lying for her! See Alya this is why I didn’t want anyone to know!

BossFox: Don’t worry I’ll handle this girl.

Juleka Couffaine was removed by BossFox.

PinkBean: Alya?! Really?!

Rose Lavillant was removed by BossFox.

BossFox: Alright girls we have to help keep Adrien safe from his Stalker!

LoveBug: I’ll tell Ivan, I’m sure him and the other boys will be more than happy to help!

TrueBeauty: oh I don’t know what I would do without you girls!

Diamonds

8:15 pm

BlueDiamond: Alix just showed up at my house with Calendula Pink Surprise.

GreenDiamond: Oh? Tikki must be in love.

BlueDiamond: She is, hasn't left the plant since I placed it in my room. I’d send a picture but she obviously wouldn’t show up.

BrownDiamond: Pray tell cousin dearest why did she gift you with flowers?

GreenDiamond: Mir is having another Pride and Prejudice movie marathon…

BrownDiamond: It is a gift to the world!

BlueDiamond: Yes yes one of the best books out there we know.

BlueDiamond: She apologized for everything, also, she may know I’m Ladybug.

BrownDiamond: Well duh, Calendula? Ladybugs love those flowers.

BlueDiamond: She told me that she honestly just thought it was a little rivalry between Lila and me. That is until Alya made a group chat purposely excluding me.

GreenDiamond: Really?

BlueDiamond: Mhm, she said it would be their ‘drama free’ group chat. Not the beat part though.

BrownDiamond: Go on, I've got my movie paused.

BlueDiamond: Apparently I am stalking Adrien and they need to protect him from me.

GreenDiamond:...

BrownDiamond:...

BrownDiamond: My god Marc I can hear you from my room, breathe!

BlueDiamond: I thought the penthouse walls were soundproof?

BrownDiamond: They are.

GreenDiamond: cant breathe

BlueDiamond: I’ve done it.

BlueDiamond: I’ve killed our cousin.

BrownDiamond: Sometimes I wished you’d live here with us Mar.

BlueDiamond: I am thinking about it.

BlueDiamond: Mama and Papa have told me before I can, and it’ll be much easier to avoid Alya.

BrownDiamond: [Image.png]

BlueDiamond: oh my gods breathe

BlueDiamond: is that..

BlueDiamond: Is that Nathaniel’s hoodie?

BrownDiamond: he has rolled over and hid his face in his pillow.

BrownDiamond: Should I tickle the information out of him?

BlueDiamond: hmm permission granted

BrownDiamond: [Video]

BlueDiamond: Awe Marc!!

BrownDiamond: I am outraged he has been dating you for so long and never asked our permission!

BlueDiamond: Mireille give Nathaniel a break, besides not many people know that we are cousins

GreenDiamond: Actually he didn’t know until tonight that we are. Also Mar, expect something from him soon, he knew the truth but didn’t know how to apologize to you.

BrownDiamond: So he is the reason you left the penthouse so quick after your lessons!

GreenDiamond: Shut up Mir!

BlueDiamond: Get some sleep you two, I’ll talk over moving to the penthouse with Mama tomorrow.

BrownDiamond: Goodnight Mar

GreenDiamond: Wait really?!

GreenDiamond: Mar!!

GreenDiamond: You torture me so!

BrownDiamond: Go to sleep Marc.

GreenDiamond: Fine I’ll just ambush her tomorrow.

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