#I doodled this so quickly that afternoon and didn’t even schedule post it

[letsperaltiago]

i don’t wanna miss you like the other girls do

#12: I can't stop thinking about you, #22: Sometimes I just can't control myself when around you and #28: I have never felt this way about anyone

or 

Jealous! Amy and brand new relationship-Peraltiago

Also: Do I need to make a statement saying that Amy obviously isn't the kind of person to think she owns anyone, but means it well and in an endearing way? There you go.

Enjoy!

Read here or on AO3 

It had all gone down in a spur of the moment-kind of moment that no one, even less Amy, had seen coming and honestly would’ve preferred to be without. It wasn’t really her place to say or do what she did, nor even as much as react upon it, alas… she did; she was in so deep with Jake Peralta and so she did it anyways.

Said moment had gone down during a weekend spent in Hartford, Connecticut, where the squad had attended a two day-seminar hosted by their brothers and sisters in the HPD.

Since the drive to Hartford was one of two hours, plus the seminar took place Saturday through Sunday, the squad had huddled together in two cars and were spending the entire weekend, Friday through Sunday, north of their respective homes in Brooklyn.

Immediately from the moment they arrived at the the hotel slash conference venue where the seminar was to be held everything seemed to set the scene for a pretty smooth, perhaps even fun, weekend where the squad would get to be entertained by other things that the wondering of why they weren’t at home on a weekend.

No one on the squad had any kind of expectations for the unknown city, except Holt who mentioned The Mark Twain House and Museum as a highly ranked point on his to be done-list, which meant their collective surprise upon exploring the city after checking into their rooms Friday afternoon was indeed positive enough for them to not hate the fact they were spending their weekend away from home doing work-related activities.

The very second the clock obnoxiously signalled 7 AM the following day, because not being home wasn’t an excuse, Amy Santiago was up and out of bed leaving Jake to regret, just for a tiny second, that he shared a room with his brand new paramour. It’d only been two weeks since coming to terms about “screw light and breezy”, and so far everything was smooth sailing although that morning was clearly an example of the two still figuring out this new dynamic of theirs.

“Ugh, can you stop being a decent person and get back in bed,” Jake groaned in pain when Amy without hesitance pulled aside the curtain to let in the bleak east coast-sun. If they’d been away on vacation in Mexico, even just as far as California, then maybe Jake would’ve accepted this. But there sure as hell was nothing less motivating than a sad barely there-sun hiding behind puffy clouds but still shining brightly enough to rip him out of his comfortable sleep. Especially when all there was to “look forward to”, quote Amy, was seminars; learning and powerpoint presentations that would haunt him in his next sleep.

“Stop whining and get up! The seminar starts at 8!” Amy hurried carelessly at him used to his many complaints of this childish nature. She didn’t let it take up too much of her time and had already moved on to grab clean clothes from her duffle bag to put on after her routine shower.

From where he had indeed not moved an inch Jake could hear the shower being turned on, door to the bathroom still open, and if it wasn’t for the fact that he was exhausted from staying up just a bit too late watching stupid videos on his phone then he would’ve attempted to sneak into the steaming water with Amy because he could do that now… Insane.

On the other side of the shower curtain Amy had expected the same. There was very good reason why she’d added the little detail of leaving the door open and hoped would lure him out of bed. To her disappointment she quickly noticed her so-called sneaky plan was in vain leaving but one last attempt up her sleeve.  

“Jake, the breakfast buffet closes at 7.30!” she called out momentarily turning off the shower to allow her to pick up on potential sounds which could indicate her victory.

Indeed the last attempt was the right one: seconds later she heard the sound of quick footsteps and the ruffling of what she guessed was clothing items before a messy-haired, baggy-eyed Jake stumbled into the bathroom stark naked and on the edge of out of breath. The way to a man’s heart really was through his stomach, Amy though to herself amused.

“Mind if I join in real quick?” he smiled sheepishly trying his best to hide exhaustion.

All complaints and opposing to her morning ritual went down the drain with shower water the moment Amy turned it back on and smiled through biting down on her bottom lip.

Santiago: 1 - Peralta: 0

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Perhaps Amy had twisted the truth just a tiny bit to get him out of bed so early. Jake figured this out when they 20 minutes later walked downstairs and saw a sign announcing that the first part of the seminar wasn’t scheduled for 8, like Amy had said, but rather 9 and buffet as well only closed an hour later than Amy’s information had told him. Lucky for her he was so infatuated that he let her off the hook with a playful jab to her sides and a comment about how she probably didn’t even want to date him but was simply a double-agent sent to improve his habits and lifestyle. This in return earned him a very familiar by now laugh, roll of this eyes and smile-combo: a combo he’d never get tired of and already felt like getting an eternal subscription to.

The seminar was okay, he guessed; either that or watching Amy furiously yet impressively neatly take notes with the speed of light beside him was enough to make it feel so. He was convinced of the latter when she afterwards with the brightest smile on her face showed him all the knowledge she’d managed to boil down to a few neatly organised pages in her notebook. It felt dangerous so early on in whatever they would turn out to be, yet also so very natural that in his world nothing was greater than the sight of Amy Santiago smiling at him. A sight he’d quickly grown addicted to already years back although without coming to terms with it until some months prior.

“Are you sticking around for the Q & A?” Amy interrupted his wandering thoughts whilst getting a new page in her notebook ready as a few people started leaving their seats and the conference room.

“Nah,” Jake shook his head honestly knowing that it would be lying to both himself and her if he tried to act like he genuinely cared about sticking around for an additional 30 minutes of re-explaining what he’d already spent 2 hours zoning in and out of. “I think I’ll head to the lounge. I’m feeling snacky.”

“Of course,” Amy smiled shaking her head in an evident manner. “See you at lunch then?”

“Yup,” he got out of his seat before adding a “see you at lunch, nerd,” accompanied by one last teasing smile before joining Rosa on her walk towards the exit. The comment combined with his soft brown eyes and warm smile was enough to have Amy feeling like a puddle of mush in her seat. To know that said brown eyes and warm smile were… hers? It felt weird to say or even just think it since they hadn’t officially declared themselves boyfriend/girlfriend but definitely were something; something not light and breezy; perhaps solid was the appropriate antithesis to use?

No matter what - light, breezy, solid or whatever they could be defined as - when her eyes trained after Jake walking off for just tiny bit longer than intended, Amy definitely noticed how a group of four women, colleagues, she assumed, sitting on the other side of the middle isle between her and them where Jake was walking chatted and giggled as their eyes switched back and forth between each other and Amy’s favorite partner. In spite of the fact that she was en excellent lipreader Amy, to her curiosity’s dismay, couldn’t exactly tell what these women were saying or giggling about however two things were certain: one was that they were in one way or another very interested in Jake, even after he’d left the room, and two was that Amy didn’t like it. An uneasy tightness formed in her stomach telling her so and she for the following 30 minutes of a Q & A she had looked forward to couldn’t focus enough to take any actual notes. All she was left with post Q & A were mindless doodles on an otherwise blank page which was both a waste of paper and but even worse of no good use for her knowledge.

The second the seminar was officially completely over which was everyone’s cue to leave for lunch, Amy did her best, notebook and pencil case held tightly to her chest, in an attempt to get as close to the giggly group of women from before as the room’s population walked out of the room in one big stream. Completely forgetting that she was supposed to meet up with the Jake and the others for lunch she automatically followed the four women to the hotel bar where they settled down - and so of course so did Amy simply opting for a few seats further down in conjunction with ordering herself a soda as to not attract herself any suspicion or attention.

“Oh my gosh, Sydney, you have to figure out who that guy from the seminar was!”

This definitely caught Amy’s attention, both to her pleasing and bitterness: pleasing because she’d been right about her gut-feeling and bitterness because that guy was her guy. Not whoever this Sydney was.

“Yeah, he was pretty cute right?” Who Amy guessed was Sydney, a tall, beautiful blonde clad in a nice pantsuit, Amy had to admit, answered just as enthusiastically.

“Totally! And since he’s here, probably, also a cop,” the same friend who had started the conversation chimed in and Amy wished to God she’d just shut up rather than stuff her friend’s head with bad ideas like hitting on Amy’s own guy.

“I smell work place-romance, ladies,” a third friend giggled riling the other’s up along with her. To them it was all a joke, fun, some kind of competition of cat and mouse but Amy, at her respective end of the bar, was feeling herself starting to boil, more than she’d like to admit, at the thought of someone else taking away from her what she’d just struggled for so long to obtain. It was her cute cop-guy from the seminar; her work-place romance; her… whatever! And also what kind of dumb name was Sydney even? Jake and Sydney? So dumb.  

“I mean we are here for another entire day so I’ll have to make sure to run into him at some point. Tonight…” the tone of Sydney’s voice took on a sultry undertone that had Amy shuffling uncomfortably in her seat. “… wouldn’t be a bad time to run into him.” The smug smile on the blonde’s face had Amy feeling like punching it right off of her.

As if on cue, like timing couldn’t have been any worse, friend number four made her presence be known and squealed with excitement while pointing which of course immediately earned herself the three other’s full attention. “Girls! There he comes! Right there!”

Within seconds all four girls heads snapped to the side with wide hungry eyes reminding Amy of what a flock of vultures looked like prior to ripping apart an animal cadaver in a documentary she’d watched a few days ago.

Vulture-like or not, Amy’s head was included in this collective redirecting of focus and followed the direction in which the friend had pointed to.

And there he was indeed: Jake Peralta, clad in his navy blue long-sleeved NYPD-shirt and freshly cut hair with the tiniest hint at a beginning forehead curl, was walking into the lounge that very moment seemingly looking around for someone and also completely unaware of the people watching him as his entrance seems to unfold in slow-motion. Amy almost couldn’t blame the girls for drooling because the cocky detective looked really good walking into the room completely oblivious to the attention he’d brought upon himself.

“Damn… He looks even cuter than what I remembered. I have to give it a try, don’t I?” Sydney questioned, obviously rhetorically already knowing what she wanted as she almost drooled like an agitated Doberman.  

“I mean if you won’t, Sydney, then I will!” the friend who’d noticed Jake enter the room playfully challenged, and even though it was all fun and games to them, Amy felt like her seat was on fire making it almost impossible to stay passive and seated for much longer.

“Oh, hell no. Stay away from him. This one’s mine, Jasmin!”

There was no telling if the line had already been crossed multiple inappropriate remarks ago and she’d managed by the grace of God to stay seated or if this last comment was the one to exceed what Amy considered her very flexible limits. Either way, no matter what, the first one option or the other, this time Amy failed to bite her tongue. She threw a comment out into the open without thoroughly considering its consequences out in the open fora first thus letting the group, especially Sydney, know what was weighing on her mind.

“You've got a lot of nerve to call a complete stranger ‘yours’,” the borderline growl of a tone in which the words came out in had Amy feeling like another person: not one she specially liked. This person, or perhaps even primitive beast was a better way of describing this persona, rooted deep down in her apparently found it very necessary to protect what she already within two weeks had come to mark as her territory. Never before had she felt so green-eyed, so absolutely reckless. This being said her instincts were more vigilant than ever before and it virtually felt out of her hands.

In the meantime, while Amy was looking at her decision in retrospect yet not at all since she wasn’t doing anything to prevent any further complications, the women had turned in their seats to collectively shoot quizzical, annoyed looks resembling daggers with their eyes at Amy.

“Excuse me?” The blue-eyed blonde challenged Amy to take her statement back which roughly said only goaded her raven-haired opponent further down the warpath.

“I said: You've got a lot of nerve to call a complete stranger ‘yours’.”

Feeling herself so ice-cold, so sure about something partially dumb and actually really petty would normally have Amy back down right away but something deep inside of her, like a raging fire, had her stand her ground. Apparently that’s what Jake Peralta could bring out in certain people, both Amy and Sydney included, because the blonde was not backing down just, rather instead coolly took another shot at Amy in the hopes to have her back off.

“Why shouldn't I? It’s not like he’s everyone, right? I’m for sure not letting any of these girls run off with him,” she pointed to the her friends behind her, the switch from threatening Amy to mindlessly joking and giggling with her little girl-squad having Amy metaphorically slack-jawed. Luckily not physically: there was no way she was showing this bimbo any sign of weakness.

“Okay, well…” Amy had had it for good and all consideration of rationality was out the window. Crowded police seminar or not there was no way in hell this light haired pest with her greedy crystal blue eyes and three flippant followers were getting the last word.“…let me explain to you why how you shouldn't assume and make people your property. Especially when you don’t even know them.”

Yes, she was being a hypocrite saying this but she was actually Jake’s special someone and not just some stranger: she did have a say in this.

For a brief second Sydney seemed shocked and like she actually considered Amy’s bold statement, but it didn’t last and before long blondie was back in the game apparently not satisfied with the way things could be left off. They way things should be left off, if you asked Amy.

“Oh, so you’re his “girlfriend” or what?,” the tone of Sydney’s voice clearly implied she didn’t believe anything Amy said.

All the, not doubt per se since she knew she wanted to be with Jake and he with her, but perhaps the insecurities about what stage they were currently at melted and slipped away as water off a duck’s back. It didn’t matter what exactly they were when one thing, the most important fact, was sure: they liked each other and they were going… steady. They were each other’s, politically correct to say or not.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I am,” Amy’s voice and eyes drilled into Sydney’s with a kind of confidence she’d never felt before, perhaps something Jake had brought into her life along with himself.

In return it earned her a mocking scoff.

“Easy for you to say. He might as well be a random guy you’ve spotted in the crowd,” one of Sydney’s friends stepped in to help her friend in what Amy knew was a lost cause on their part.

“He could be a stranger,” Amy paused very briefly biting her lip as to refocus, hopefully managing to not say anything that could potentially make the pointless, stupid conversation even worse. This but also she still did want to make very clear that the random, cute cop walking into the lounge (who even knew where exactly he was at this point?) was hers.

“But he’s not: he’s my boyfriend.”

It was as Amy allowed herself a small halt to provide her lungs with fresh air, just in case Sydney felt like dragging out the discussion, when cute cop-guy very suddenly made his exact position  known. He was walking straight up to the bar and them displaying smiley lips and eyes plastered on Amy. All the women’s eyes - Amy, Sydney and friends - immediately forgot about their opponent to focus on newly reappeared target who obviously had no clue about the fact that he was walking into the belly of the beast when he made it to his destination next to Amy.

“Hey, Ames.”

He nonchalantly stretched out his right arm to place a hand on the bar behind her crating a point of support for him to lean his weight onto.

“You catching up with some old friends?”

Oh, sweet naive Jake, Amy thought but also lowkey melted as he very credulously sent Sydney and her friend’s a warm, welcoming smile wanting to make a good impression on who he believed were part of Amy’s social circle.

“Eh,” Amy smiled culpably knowing telling Jake the truth about the situation would be the epitome of an embarrassment so early on in this new relationship of theirs. “I was just making small-talk, I guess. You know… meeting new people - yay.”

She couldn’t have sounded any less awkward and enthusiastic, even if she tried. Jake, on his part, was either really openminded or had figured out there was a good reason as to why she acted like she did and didn’t want to dig deeper into it, settling for an understanding nod.

“Well, anyhow… I don’t mean to interrupt anything but you never showed up for lunch and so I just popped in to try and find you.”

Even head turned to look at Jake who was slightly behind her meaning she could only see Sydney out of the corner of her eye, Amy could tell her smug, confident look from before was faltering with every exchange of words between Jake and Amy though they were far from flirty or telling about their relationship in any way. And, yes, she could’ve left it at that, as undramatic at it had all managed to turn out but Amy, well aware of how petty it was, she knew, couldn’t help but want to conclusively knock in the nail of victory.  

“Aw,” Amy spun a quarter of a round on her barstool to face Jake behind her before affectionally placing a hand on his chest - both for the sake of the show but also because, wow, she could actually do that as she pleased now. Something she was still getting used to.

“That’s very sweet of you, babe,” the word in focus was always said in an affectionate tone but this specific context definitely had it over-enhanced and laced with extra sweetness to make her message very clear.

Then breaking her own no making out at work-rule, the only rule to have survived “screw light and breezy”, she couldn’t help herself and gave into the enraged possessiveness inside of her. She leaned in to place a soft, just a bit longer than a peck, kiss to Jake who automatically lightly bent his neck to eliminate the remaining space between their current height difference. The kiss was good, they always were with him, but it definitely had to send a signal that hopefully Sydney would pick up on: do not touch.

Amy, not wanting to break her own rule too much and give in to straight up inappropriate PDA, then pulled back to throw the women-squad a smirk over her shoulder as her hand never left the safety of Jake’s blue shirt.

“Anyways… I think we’re done here? Right, girls?”

To her immense pleasure Amy was met by a mixture of bitterness and surprise which had to mean she’d proven her point. Finally. Jake Peralta, officially boyfriend or not, was not to be considered anyone but hers - apart from being very much his own person as well.

In the meantime, slightly shocked but also far from displeased by Amy’s very out of blue-kiss, Jake stood passive by waiting for his partner’s upcoming directions. He didn’t have to wait for long because whoever these other women were, Amy was done with them and hopped off of her stool promptly grabbing his hand to walk away with. It took him a few feet of walking in silence before Jake could fully assemble and give meaning to everything that had just happened. He turned to question a still smug, also a bit guilty-looking, Amy.

“Okay, so are you going to tell me what all that was about?”

They kept walking out of the lounge and down one of the many halls of the hotel.

“Nothing.”

Jake was perhaps naive at times as he saw a lot of good in everything, which Amy loved, but he knew a guilty lip bite when he saw it and it was currently on full display on the raven haired beauty.  

“Hey,” he pulled her aside into one of the many small wall pockets leading to individual hotel rooms as he wished to seclude them in hopes of it easing her into telling him the truth. “What’s up with you?” he smiled knowingly taking some intensity out of the moment. It’s not like he was angry or anything, curious being a better word for it.

“Nothing,” she smiled sheepishly trying to hurry out of the secluded area but quickly realising she’d failed once she felt his hand wrap around her upper arm to gently pull her back in. Her back gently fell back against the wall before him forcing her to face him.  

He lightly tilted his head to the side much like a puppy would when feeling peculiar which was hard to resist when his eyes, soft and brown, had so much resemblance with a sweet puppy’s as well. She could tell he was teasing her, aware of the fact that he knew something she didn’t and it drew her insane in both the worst and best way - Jake Peralta summed up for you.

“Now I don’t believe that… girlfriend.”

In contrast to the playfulness controlling her body seconds ago Amy Santiago suddenly felt much more put on the spot, it clearly showing by the way her blood all at once seemed to fire up her cheeks. He’d overheard her talking to Sydney and the others; he’d heard her declare herself as his girlfriend when they hadn’t even agreed on calling each other that yet. The nervousness tricked her into making a loud swallow; yet another tell.

“Oh… y-you heard that?” She stuttered.

Jake nodded firmly almost encapsulating her against the wall when he took a step forwards, but made sure to leave just enough space for her to not feel straight up trapped against her will. A small smug smile on display. Why was he enjoying this? Didn’t he see that he was torturing her?

“I’m sorry - I really didn’t mean to. I know we’ve just barely begun seeing each other as more than friends, it’s just these girls were saying things about you and sometimes I just can't control myself when around you and then it just kind of-“

He cut off her rambling by pressing his lips to hers, much needed, gently pressing her up against the wall although. Only because they were hidden from the majority of the hotel’s population, Amy allowed and excused this - or so she told herself. The feeling of his welcoming lips made her forget the mess for a few seconds, just giving into how good of a kisser Jake Peralta was, and even for a few seconds after their lips parted again she was speechless and dumbfounded by how she’d gotten herself a guy this great.

“Stop apologising,” he chuckled quickly using his thumb to wipe the corner of his mouth which inevitably made him look that much hotter.

“I know we didn’t exactly “agree on it” and that it’s still all very new, like you said, but, Ames…” his eyes mellowed after looking just a tad too cocky and alluring before, during and right after the kiss. This was definitely a different shade of Jake looking into her eyes and talking: a very soft one. “… I don’t need a certain trial period or approval from anyone to know that I’m your boyfriend and you’re my girlfriend.”

Upon hearing these words coming from the one and only Jake Peralta with recipient being herself, Amy Santiago she felt her heart shoot through the roof, take a trip around the moon and fly straight back into her chest where it had her feeling like crying, smiling, screaming and laughing all at once: a very maniac-like but also wonderful feeling. The most wonderful as far as she could recall.

“And I’m not going to force you to tell me exactly what happened, but just based on the way your fists were basically clenched when I walked up to you, am I wrong to assume that they were, let’s say, treading on your territory…”

If she’d been blushing before then now her face was definitely on fire and looking down at her feet apparently didn’t help cover it at all. The silence was enough of an answer, one which he chuckled in reaction to.

“It’s okay, Ames. At least I came around before you could Jimmy Brogan them.”

At this sympathetic joke reminding her of a time that seemed to be so long ago she had to look back up. She couldn’t hold back a chuckle and it warmed her heart to share it with him just like when he shared his with her. All the previous insecurities: had she gone too far? Let her tongue run away with her? Given too much of herself too fast to something as brand new as her relationship with Jake? It had all been answered by a few simple words, caring eyes and a kiss that told her everything she needed to know.

“I just don’t want you to think I’m this crazy-jealous, possessive type. I’m normally not like this, I promise. I guess I have never felt this way about anyone before and maybe that’s why I’m acting up. Amy I crazy?” a tingling feeling of vulnerability made an encore.

“No, you’re not because I’m right here freaking out, in the best kind of way, because of what you just said. This is the first time I feel like this too, like I can’t stop thinking about you, and it’s scary and great all at once.” Jake was quick to wash away said vulnerability she was feeling and replaced it with a prickling affection and hope.

“So… no more feeling insecure about us?” he offered some kind of peace-offering, partly to her but mostly to their shared insecurities, trying to not come off as too gluttonous as he slid his hands onto her waist wanting to soak in a new feeling of belonging. A feeling he’d found in her.

“Deal,” Amy accepted the offering with a sheepish smile as her insides flipped upside down witch excitement. All she wanted was to be with this guy, fully and greatly, and this confrontation and mutual agreement would allow her to not give a damn about future external factors.  

“Noice. Smart,” escaped him in optimistic relief but before she could roll her eyes at it he leaned in to softly kiss her again. Being held by him, hands gently tracing the front pockets of her pants while his lips took her to another world, was something she could never deny him or herself - screw the rules. Lips collided over and over again, one tug bringing on the next until they lost sense of anything and were full on making out like a pair of horny high schoolers in-between classes. This is what they brought out in each other: happiness, fire, want and so many more things they’d both spent the last two weeks wondering how they’d lived without before.

Unfortunately their movie-like moment had to be cut somewhat short as people coming back from lunch started flooding the hall passing by their little intimate pocket in the wall. Amy liked Jake but she also liked staying professional and this Jake respected. They jumped back, creating an exaggerated amount of space between them before sending passing strangers innocent smiles as if they hadn’t just spent the last few minutes declaring feelings and making out at an interstate police seminar.

“So, Detective Santiago…” his voice took on a brand new tone of gravity - a tone she also recognised as acting. “Shall we head over for lunch?”

“I’m sorry to come bearing such bad news, Detective Peralta, but people are flooding the hall as per consequence of the fact that lunch is over,” Amy played along taking on a serious tone and posture.

“Aw, man… Seriously?” he whined childishly, his recent serious persona from seconds before immediately  forgotten.

“Sorry… boyfriend,” she smiled sheepishly in an attempt to cheer him up which she had to praise herself, as it obviously worked seeing his face instantly lit up.

“Whatever… It was worth losing lunch over, girlfriend.”

#THIS STARTED AS A DRABBLE AND TURNEDE INTO 5K??? HOW??? #Oh well:) #pls still read it #peraltiago #jake x amy #jake and amy #fanfic #fanfiction #amy santiago #santiago #jake peralta #peralta #jealousy #jealous #Brooklyn Nine-Nine #b99 #brooklyn 99 #brooklyn nine nine #oneshot #fluff #new relationship #ao3

[bagels-and-seagulls]

davenzi headcanons + david starting uni

-matteo takes a year off from school, still deciding what he wanted to do with his life, but david goes straight from highschool into uni, knowing that he wanted to do art and film and anything that let his creativity out from under his fingertips where it felt like it was vibrating underneath his hands. he takes the basic classes that everyone has to, and he does okay in them. but he gets a quick reputation in all of his art classes that he’s one to watch out for. 

-david, having gotten over his urge to stay tucked tightly inside his shell during highschool thanks to the constant itching under his ribs caused by a certain boy, becomes involved in a variety of activities at university, and once he becomes involved in them, he becomes involved. he joins a football team and becomes the starring forward. he joins a theater group and somehow manages to director the end of the year production of Waiting for Godot. he starts a group that meets up once a month to talk about their favorite artists while working on some of their own work. it gets so popular that they have to make a waiting list after one of the professor’s pointed out they reach max occupancy like three weeks ago at that point. 

-matteo asks david to move in after they graduate, and david quickly agrees. he says it’s because matteo’s place is a couple blocks closer to school and tries to rein in his thoughts of of course i would shining boy i never want to be away from you just thinking about leaving you for even a minute makes my heart break into giant shards and only you have the right glue to put them back together because saying that feels a little too revealing for 3 in the afternoon in a random coffee shop that they stopped in. matteo didn’t even plan to ask him. he was the one who couldn’t rein in his thoughts that day and blurted out please move in with me, only stopping short of admitting that he counts the minutes until david comes back and thinks about how much of that time they could have spent memorizing each other’s souls. he then quickly tried to cover his quick thoughts up with a diversion about how with mia leaving they need someone else to help with the rent. david shuts him up with a kiss. matteo doesn’t say anything about how their places are actually equal distance from the school, and they both go home smiling so big their checks feel like they’re going to split.

-the first couple of weeks, with david’s quick ability to fit in with whichever room he walks into, matteo admits that it was a little lonely. he thought having his boyfriend share his closet and his fridge and his bed and his life in such close quarters that they would see each other so often that they might get sick of each other. it was never a serious concern for matteo because every time david is around, matteo feels like he can never get enough. david has always been his worst drug. he doesn’t tell david any of this at all though because he’s worried that he might seem too clingy or too needy and that david will think it’s not worth the trouble. hans is the one to ultimately gets it out of him, and hans is the one to try and get matteo to talk about it with david. he doesn’t which irritates hans to no end. but then hans tells him that maybe he should get some hobbies of his own if he was just going to grumble around the whole apartment about how david wasn’t home yet. hans had eyes. he knew that david wasn’t back. 

-matteo starts to accept his co-workers’ at the deli invites to hang out outside of work, and he starts to find that they’re actually kind of cool. he becomes quick friends with a girl named sofia who has the same sense of humor when it comes to memes. they send them back and forth outside of work. he’ll show them to david when david is around, and usually david will snort about it but then remind himself to ask jonas later what the references mean. matteo also joins a board game group, he doesn’t like to say the word club, at this game shop a few blocks away. he’s actually quite good at chess he realizes because no one can ever get a read on him and his strategy. the key is to have no strategy. but he also likes to play clue and risk. he feels a little less lonely while all his friends and david seem to be taking the next step in life while he’s just working to scrap by and pay his bills. 

-the two of them get into an easy flow with each other and their schedules after a month or two. david is easy to get swallowed into his studies and his projects and all the pots he tries to watch boil at once, but he promises himself to not let it go too far after he snapped at matteo when he tried to tell david he should go to bed. he had immediately tried to take it back and apologize to the boy he knew was quick to retreat and hide when people got too loud around him, but at that point, matteo’s eyes had already gone glassy and he just said whatever and went to be by himself, refusing to let david touch him the entire night even though they knew that would make them both feel better. he grovelled a little bit the next morning by cooking matteo breakfast and leaving a post-it with a doodle of david apologizing and holding flowers on matteo’s phone. he did actually get flowers that night, and matteo said it was overkill but he smiled and brought them close to his face when he thought david wasn’t looking. after that when matteo suggested david take a break or give it a rest for the night, david would listen.  

-david has a reputation around the school as being cool and suave and slightly mysterious but mostly just on a whole other plane than the rest of us with the way his mind works. his presence is magnetic, and people are always trying to get close to him to pick his brain about this or that. david gets invited to just about every event in every social circle. he’s got an in with the jocks because of football. he’s practically the leader of the theater circle, and he gets an invitation to every gallery or show opening in all of berlin it feels like. he could pencil something in for every night of the week if he really wanted to. he could even double book himself some nights, but david only really goes to like a fourth of the things that people mention because that’s about as much as matteo can handle. 

-matteo tries to go to all the football games, all the plays, all the art shows, but matteo was always a slower pace of a person. and that much activity wears him out pretty quickly. david tries to tell him that it’s okay. he doesn’t have to go to everything. david knows that he’s there in spirit and is always supporting him. matteo holds his tongue about how in spirit isn’t good enough and remembering empty stands throughout his whole childhood to the point where he wouldn’t even mention things anymore to anyone and how he never wants david to feel like that. 

-they’re pretty comfortable with going to separate parties after a while. matteo will go hang with ok.cool. or the gang at a smaller friend thing, and david will go make an appearance at one of his social events. matteo knows that david gets a lot of attention, and he really doesn't blame people that look too long in david’s direction because like he has eyes, too. he knows david is drop dead gorgeous. david just kisses his head and tells him not to worry because everyone knows that david is very off the market. and david is always quick to let people know if they ask, which most people don’t anyways because everyone can recognize what art looks like when it’s made by someone who is totally and completely madly in love. matteo is one of david’s favorite subjects after all. 

-there was this one girl who didn’t seem to know when to take a hint though. she didn’t seem to recognize that all of david’s best art pieces happened to have the same muse achingly present in the forefront with sweeps of messy hair drawn quickly in graphite and with freckles on shoulder blades perfected in painstaking detail with water color. she didn’t seem to get it when david told his actors what love should look like on stage with a deep longing that only someone who has known a true and pure affection could know. she didn’t even get it when david had politely brushed off her offer to go out together to see a new film by saying that he already had a date. it finally sunk in when she saw david at a house party half way through the spring. he was off in the corner with some guy she had never seen before. the guy was casually leaning against the wall with a goofy smile on his face, and david was leaning over him, his elbow up near the guy’s face, bracketing him into the corner, and david’s other hand on his hip. they were whispering to each other with an ease that only a couple with a resolved history and decided future would. it didn’t seem like they even knew they were at a party. they were completely ignoring everything that was happening around them. she backed off after that. the couple making out in the corner for at least an hour during the party didn’t help either. 

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#davenzi #matteo florenzi #david schreibner #druck #davenzi fic #my writing #my headcanons

[notveryglittery]

Lava

summary: the floor sizzled and patton screeched excitedly, happy to see just how quickly their imagination had kicked in. ships: it's LAMP! there's leanings towards moxiety and logince! you can read it as platonic or romantic! warnings: imaginary lava, reckless stunts, a tiny bit of panic words: 2,200 notes: i've been wanting to write this for AGES and i dunno, it just finally came to me last night, and i wrote it all in one sitting. read on ao3

It was a quiet afternoon in the commons, each Side peacefully minding their own business. They had gathered together in the living room, perfectly content with spending time together, but for the most part, keeping to their own tasks.

Logan was working on the agenda for the next week, from proper bedtimes to video recording schedules, to various appointments. His pens were lined up neatly next to his planner, in order of which got used most to least (black to navy blue to forest green). There was a mug of coffee, steam rising off of it still, but looking like it hadn’t been touched recently.

Roman was sitting on the floor, hunched over the table, furiously scribbling in a notebook. It was doodles of various imagined scenes including himself and the others: a battle with sorcerer Logan at his side versus the Dragon Witch, a race with a winged Patton soaring ahead of him through the sky, a tour through an art gallery with Virgil eagerly leading the way.

Virgil sat perched on the back of the couch, headphones nestled comfortably over his ears, and scrolling through his phone on what could safely be assumed was Tumblr. He looked surprisingly mellow, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth every other post. He was tapping his socked feet against the cushions along to the music.

The tranquility was shattered when a thunderous noise came from the floor above and Patton appeared at the top of the staircase, looking flustered and out of breath.

“Patton, what on Earth—” Logan began before Patton barreled down the rest of the steps, coming to a sudden stop on the very last one. Virgil looked up, eyebrows raising as he paused the playlist. Roman seemed too intensely focused on his current sketch to even have noticed Patton’s arrival in the first place.

“THE FLOOR IS LAVA!!!!” Patton shouted which garnered him three very different reactions.

Logan’s expression fell from concerned to indifferent as he spoke, “Patton, don’t be absurd—”

Only for Roman’s deafening shriek to cut him off as the prince leapt off of the carpet and onto the table, very nearly knocking over Logan’s mug. He wobbled precariously for a moment before his wide eyed surprise narrowed into an accusatory glare at Patton. “A bit more warning would’ve been nice!”

Virgil let the padded band of his earbuds curve along his neck, adjusting to the sudden lack of a song. He smirked at Logan, whose feet were still firmly planted on the ground. “Better get on the couch, Lo,” he advised, “I think you underestimate how serious Patton gets about this one.”

Logan gave him an exasperated look, “really, Virgil? I hardly expected—” This time, the only one interrupting Logan was himself, by way of an alarmed yelp. He yanked his legs onto the couch, knees against his chest, and arms wrapped around his calves. The floor wasn’t so much lava as it was a shimmering orange and red. It radiated heat the same way asphalt does in the distance but it seemed like it would really only be dangerous after prolonged exposure.

Patton looked absolutely thrilled from his spot, hands clasped together underneath his chin. “Oh, I don’t think so!” Roman exclaimed, pointing to the floor beneath Patton’s feet, “that counts, too!” The carpet took its time shifting which gave Patton the few precious seconds he needed to dart away. He shot passed the trio and to the dining area, where he clambered first onto a chair, and then onto the table.

“Hah!” He crowed in Roman’s direction, looking particularly proud papa; whether it was at himself for his success or at the others for playing along… honestly, it was definitely both entirely. Virgil had stood up, balancing a little uneasily; he shrugged off his hoodie, as if it would only weigh him down for this game. It was then that Patton knew he’d been triumphant in his plans to get everybody to play together.

Roman was on his phone, posing just right so that he could get them all in his selfie. Logan looked disgruntled in a delightful “has a soft spot for Patton” sort of manner, Virgil was half turned away but his grin at Patton was shining clear as the sun on a cloudless day, and Patton was the only other looking directly at Roman’s camera for the photo and he was smiling like he’d won the lottery. Roman kept his peace sign pressed close to his own face, beaming and effortlessly charming.

The floor sizzled and Patton screeched excitedly, happy to see just how quickly their imagination had kicked in. Virgil gestured towards one of the chairs and Patton caught on easily, scooting it closer to him. In a move that seemed uncharacteristically dangerous of him, Virgil crawled onto the back of the couch, and used his agility (thanks fight or flight reflexes) to hop onto it. Roman gasped and then broke into applause. Logan sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Very well then. How does one win this game?” Logan asked, pivoting so that he was facing Patton. Virgil had joined him on top of the dining table by now and Logan took a moment to scowl at them, “we eat there.”

“I’ll clean it later!” Patton promised, clutching Virgil’s arm. “Whoever makes it back to the top of the staircase first wins!”

Roman, who was certainly the closest, gave a mighty “huzzah!”

Virgil groaned, “what’d I come over here for then?” He tried to come off as upset about it but the spark in his eyes was a dead giveaway.

“Don’t worry, kiddo,” Patton whispered, “I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve!” He pulled on one of the sleeves of the cardigan tied around his shoulders as if to make a point. Virgil snorted.

“Hey, that’s cheating!” Roman’s shout drew their attention and they watched as Logan tossed a couch cushion onto the floor. It was the second so far and Logan was reaching for another.

“I don’t see how this could be considered cheating,” Logan responded loftily, “I’m not stepping on the floor, am I?”

Roman looked ready to jump onto the path made so far before Patton cleared his throat. “Ah, ah, ah, Ro! You’ve gotta find your own way!”

“And just how is your strategy going to help me then, Patton?” Virgil muttered. All he received in return was a wink. Virgil rolled his eyes but it somehow only came across as exceedingly affectionate.

“Surely you can come up with something for yourself, Roman.” Logan said, and oh, that was a tone Roman simply would not stand for. “You are Creativity, after all.” And, oh, that smug tilt of his lips was absolutely unacceptable!

With a flourish and snap of his fingers, an oar landed into Roman’s open palms. Virgil watched in awe as the table Roman had claimed shifted into what was easiest to describe as a raft. The floor must’ve taken on some sort of liquid properties as it bobbed in what used to be solid carpet. “Imagination really is something, huh, Virge?” Patton giggled, applauding Roman’s feat. There didn’t seem to be any shrinking it, however, and so it moved slowly and awkwardly. Still, he was gaining headway on Logan, who had taken a moment to gather his supplies.

Patton tapped on Virgil’s shoulder and gestured towards the ceiling. A zipline (that really was the best word for it) trailed from above the table to over the step that Virgil occupied for videos. Patton undid the knot of his cardigan and tossed one sleeve over the cable; he wound the fabric around his hands a few times and gave an experimental tug. It seemed to hold just fine but Virgil’s panic skyrocketed anyway. “Are you crazy?!”

Patton leant forward and kissed Virgil on the cheek, “people do crazy things when they’re in love!” And with that, he kicked off of the sturdy surface, tucking his legs up as high as he could.

Roman cried out “Hercules?!” just as Patton went flying by him.

Virgil, more out of fear for Patton’s safety than anything else, sprung back onto the chair towards the couch, grabbed his hoodie, and then moved just as quickly to the table again. He looped his sleeves much the same way Patton had and took a deep breath, before launching himself after his best friend.

It all happened so rapidly that the terror barely had time to take hold. The adrenaline kicked in instead and he actually laughed, startling Roman out of his rowing and Logan from his careful progress. The sound was abruptly cut off when he crashed into Patton and knocked them both to the floor. “Ow, ow, ow,” Patton chanted while somehow still snickering. It didn’t hurt, not really; it was more like the sensation of sinking into a hot tub than burning oneself with hot water. They got to their feet and Virgil hoisted Patton onto the banister before climbing on himself.

“You used Patton’s idea!” Roman criticized, paddling faster now to make up for getting distracted.

“Breaking the rules should lead to disqualification,” Logan agreed, hauling the cushion behind him around and to the front of the one he currently rested on.

“He did not!” Patton argued, gesturing to the outerwear left on the floor. “He had his own mode of transportation!”

“While using your form of transit!”

In the midst of the disagreement, Virgil was steadily climbing up the staircase, slipping his feet between the balusters. Patton either didn’t notice or was more than alright with letting Virgil win.

Roman arrived close enough to the television stand and he lunged for it, very nearly knocking everything over. He tiptoed along the edge, arms outstretched for balance. The same moment he jumped for Virgil’s discarded hoodie went hand in hand with Logan leaping for Patton’s abandoned cardigan. They collided and, much like the others had before them, felt the heat briefly before getting to their feet, and scurrying for the banister. Patton hadn’t pulled ahead by much and so it was feeling very cramped suddenly on the staircase.

Roman, realizing now just how close Virgil was to winning, and feeling very much like adding some tragedy to their game, let go of the handrail and landed noisily on the steps. “Oh no!” He cried, throwing himself against the wall and farther from safety. “Logan, help!”

“What— Roman, what are you doing?!” Logan demanded, holding an arm out for Roman to grab onto. Patton’s horrified gasp was well done and Roman made a mental note to shower him in praise after this was all finished. From the corner of his eye, Roman could see Virgil had paused, a mere three steps from the top. “Go on without me!” Roman wailed, crocodile tears springing to his eyes.

“That would be highly illogical,” Logan sounded very much like a scolding parent, “whatever would we do without you?” And while Roman had planned to draw his death scene out in the most dramatically agonizing way possible, Logan was apparently having none of it as he reached even further. He grabbed Roman by his sash and tugged; Roman willed the fabric into something stronger so that it wouldn’t tear and allowed the logical Side his victory. Something warm bloomed in his heart at the possibility of Logan being entirely serious, despite this all being pretend.

Just as suddenly as it had began, it ended. The floor returned to soft carpet and the heat disappeared. Virgil stood at the top of the staircase, hands on his hips, looking especially proud. Patton hopped up the remaining steps and very nearly tackled Virgil in his enthusiasm; they only stayed standing by way of Virgil grabbing onto the handrail and keeping them steady.

“Hooray, Virgil!” Patton acclaimed, keeping an arm looped around his neck as he took Virgil’s free hand, shooting it into the air. “Three cheers for our favorite emo!”

“He’s the only emo we—”

“Hip hip!” Patton began.

“Hooray!” Roman followed.

“Hip hip!”

“Hooray!” Roman said again, nudging Logan in the side.

“Hip hip!”

“Hooray!” Logan acquiesced, looking at Patton with a gentle fondness in his eyes.

Virgil seemed embarrassed by all the attention and slipped out of Patton’s grasp, rubbing his hand along his bare forearm a little uncomfortably. “This was fun, guys,” he admitted, snapping his fingers and shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie the moment it materialized back onto his body. Roman shot him a pair of finger guns and the headphones appeared back around his neck, to which Virgil gave him a tiny, if not grateful, smile.

“Dinner’s in an hour, kiddos!” Patton chimed, hopping onto the banister and sliding down it, passing Logan and Roman. They both protested his action, proclaiming safety and jealousy, respectively. He scooped his cardigan up off the floor and began putting the cushions back onto the couch. “Go rest up,” he instructed before anybody could move to help him, “I’ll call you when the food’s ready!”

There wasn’t much contradicting Patton when he went full on Dad mode and so the others left for their rooms, each thinking of how they’d thank Patton later on for getting them all gathered for some well deserved fun.

#sanders sides fan fiction #sanders sides lamp #logince #moxiety #sanders sides #dani writes #mine #I'M SO HAPPY WITH THIS I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT #lava #1k

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Hi^^ wow the stories are really good, i really enjoy itㅠㅠ can i requst too? A session in the class, you as a student and wonwoo as a teacher. I seriously cant get over him with that glasses omg he looks smart yet hot :""""

I might have overdone the build-up a little BUT I FELT LIKE THIS NEEDED IT. also I agree with Wonwoo in glasses omg now that is a look!

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”W-Wonwoo, ah–”

As your alarm started ringing, your eyes shot wide open, and you were immediately painfully aware of the wetness pooling between your legs as well as the dream you had just had, and the memory only increased the heat in the pit of your stomach, and you winced when you got out of your bed.

“I can’t believe I just,” you mumbled, half-asleep, while turning your alarm off, the pulsation of your pussy clouding your thoughts. You swallowed, trying to think about everything but the dream you had just woken up from. Shivering, you shook your head. “Thank god I don’t have his lessons today.”

You went on about your morning as per usual, but you were unable to get your thoughts off the handsome - hot, actually - substitute teacher who had been teaching you literature for the past three months and would continue until the end of the school year, which was still a few months away.

From early on you had found him attractive, with his sharp eyes and rare yet incredibly cute smile, and it hardly helped that he was fairly young, too, and treated each of his students kindly. Sure, you had played with different lewd thoughts before, but you could never have even thought that you’d one day see a wet dream about him.

The worst part was that you weren’t bothered by it, really, and were instead mostly frustrated because the dream was so damn good and left you annoyingly horny: not even a cool shower before heading to school eased it.

Gritting your teeth, you left to school and checked your schedule on your way. When you realized what day it was, however, you froze.

8:05 - 9:00 : Literature

“First thing in the morning?” you whispered to yourself, frowning, and continued walking with your heart beating fast in your chest.

Of course you had mixed up the days - fate just wasn’t on your side.

You got to school, got your books from your locker and went to class, fidgeting in your seat as you waited for Wonwoo to come in.

And when he did, you couldn’t even look at him without remembering your dream.

“Good morning, everyone,” Wonwoo greeted the class and closed the door behind himself, after which he walked to his desk and put his bag down. His lips curved into a smile when he saw at least half of the class yawning. “I’m sure you’re all very excited for this lesson.”

“Yes, Mr. Jeon,” most of the class said in unison, none of it coming from the heart, but Wonwoo took what he could get.

He scanned the classroom and quirked his eyebrow a little when he saw you, your hand covering your eyes so that he couldn’t see them as you stared at your notebook and doodled in it.

“Y/N, what about you?” he asked, his voice steady and the slightest bit husky, which went straight between your legs, especially with the memory of the previous night.

You jolted a little, and without raising your gaze to him, waved your hand in the air, signaling that you were fine. “Yes, yes, perfectly!”

Wonwoo squinted his eyes momentarily, but decided to let it go. It was very unlike you to not look at him - normally you wouldn’t have let any opportunity to look at him pass by, much less any opportunity to look into his eyes.

Regardless, Wonwoo went about the lesson like he always did, but he found his attention drifting to you more and more as you continued avoiding his gaze. It might’ve been partially because he had found you attractive for a while and knew just how much time you spent admiring him during his lessons, but he was also genuinely concerned about what had happened to bring about the sudden change.

“Alright, the class is over,” Wonwoo announced when the clock had, in your thoughts finally, reached 8:59, and watched all of you get up and leave the classroom one by one.

You packed your bag quickly and left the classroom quietly, which again made Wonwoo quirk his eyebrow a little. What had happened to your usual, cheerful “Bye”?

As soon as you were out of the classroom, you let out a sigh of relief. If it hadn’t been the most painful lesson of your life, you didn’t know what was.

The rest of the day was much easier to get through, with your friends effectively bringing your thoughts elsewhere and the lessons, some of which you enjoyed and some of which you dreaded, keeping you too busy to think about the painfully attractive substitute teacher or the wet dream you had had.

When the afternoon rolled by, however, you faced another problem.

“Oh, Mrs. Lee isn’t here today,” one of your friends mumbled when you were seated in your classroom, waiting for your English lesson to start. You hummed.

“Who’s going to teach us, then?” you pondered curiously, and your friend shrugged.

“That would be me.”

Shivers ran down your spine as you slowly turned to look at the door, where Wonwoo stood with a small smile on his face.

You could hardly keep a wince off your face. ’Really? The first and the last lesson of the day?’

Wonwoo took note of your expression and shook his head in amusement as he assumed his position at the front of the classroom and began holding the lesson according to the notes that Mrs. Lee had given him. It was mostly individual work, so you didn’t really mind, and were mostly immersed in your book and assignments that you were doing.

However, it being individual work for the students meant that Wonwoo had a bunch of time in his hands, during which he checked some of the essays he had to grade, although he also spent a fair amount of time looking at you.

He just couldn’t wrap his finger around what was up with you. You were normally fairly active in his lessons, which he enjoyed, but that day you were everything but that.

If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve guessed you were purposefully avoiding him.

Amidst your assignment, you slowly moved your gaze up to Wonwoo, hoping to see him focusing on his own work, just so that you could appreciate his looks for a while.

Yet instead, you were met with his eyes, staring intently right back at you.

Your eyes widened, and you hurried to return to your assignment, but dropped your pen in the process, cursing in your mind as you picked it up from the floor. As if you hadn’t been a mess for the whole damn day, the eye contact truly messed you up to the core.

Wonwoo stared at you curiously, chuckling a little at how embarrassed you seemed. Something was up, and he’d make it his goal to figure out what.

It felt like the lesson ended surprisingly soon, and you were about to stand up and leave when Wonwoo spoke. “Actually, Y/N, could you stay for a bit?”

You froze, and without even looking his way, nodded slowly.

You were screwed.

The others left the classroom one by one, and when the last student had left, Wonwoo went to close the door, which he then leaned against as he looked at you, now seated back in your chair.

“So, would you like to tell me what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice soft yet husky, and looked at you warmly. Your cheeks heated up, and you shook your head while pursing your lips.

“N-nothing is wrong,” you said, painfully aware of just how unconvincing you sounded.

Wonwoo hummed and started walking to his desk, where he began packing his bag. “You’re not like you usually are. Something’s going on.”

“I promise it’s nothing,” you assured with a nervous laugh, shaking your head a little again. Wonwoo squinted and placed his hands on the desk in front of him, leaning forward a little.

“Then why can’t you look into my eyes?”

’Because last night I had a dream where you fucked me into oblivion while staring into my eyes.’

“T-that’s…” your words trailed off at the memory of your dream, and you could feel the familiar heat starting to pool at the pit of your stomach as you remembered it all. Your heart beat fast in your chest, and even Wonwoo could see how nervous you were getting.

He squinted a little. “Yes?”

You were quiet, and so Wonwoo began taking small steps towards you. “Does it have to do with the way you look at me?” Your eyes widened at his bold question, and finally you looked at him, sinfully good-looking with the suit he had on, the round glasses only making him more smart-looking and attractive. Wonwoo chuckled quietly. “No, I haven’t missed the way you look at me. But why is it?”

A part of you wanted to hit him, although only lightly, because you could’ve sworn he knew the answer. With him walking closer to you all the while, you finally sighed, too weak to continue fighting. “Because you’re hot.”

He stopped in his tracks, right by your desk, and processed your words. His lips curved upwards while you wanted nothing more than to hide under a rock.

“Hot?” he asked, slightly amused, and took a seat on the desk in front of yours. “Y/N, I’m your teacher.”

“I know,” you grumbled and hid your face a little in embarrassment, feeling just how hot your cheeks were. “Do you think I haven’t told that to myself at least a million times?”

Wonwoo looked at you warmly and shook his head in amusement. “If it helps, I’ve had to remind myself quite a few times, too.”

Your eyebrows rose in surprise, and you lowered your hands slowly, moving your gaze to Wonwoo. He was smiling a little, and your voice was quiet as you spoke. “…What?”

“I’ve had to remind myself that you’re my student,” he said, sounding the slightest bit nervous but also calm, and it all only made your heart beat faster.

“But why?” you asked quietly, too mesmerized by Wonwoo’s sharp, dark eyes to look away anymore.

You were hooked.

He chuckled lowly. “Probably for the same reason you have.”

Swallowing hard, you nodded. Wonwoo sighed.

“But I am your teacher. I don’t want to use my position wrongly,” he said slowly, and his smile got a bitter hint to it.

You found yourself almost pouting a little. “Would it be using your position wrongly if I wanted it?”

Wonwoo’s Adam’s apple bobbed quickly, and he cleared his throat. He wanted to be sure he wasn’t misunderstanding anything. “Wanted what?”

Blood rushed to your cheeks as you averted your gaze. “…Never mind.”

“Y/N,” Wonwoo began, and you slowly moved your eyes back to his, and were now faced with his slightly hooded ones. “Do you want me?”

The nod of your head was almost automatic, and it scared you. But you were tired of lying, tired of fighting against your desires, especially when it seemed that he felt the same way.

Wonwoo looked slightly troubled. “It’s still ethically questionable…”

“But I’m over 18,” you reminded him, barely even in control of yourself anymore, and gave him a meaningful look. “It would be against the school rules, but I’m still an adult.”

He nodded and bit down on his lower lip, allowing his eyes to scan your body, as if he hadn’t been thinking and dreaming about it enough already.

Wonwoo got up from the desk and got closer to yours, and you found yourself standing up, too, your heart beating fast. The suspense was turning you on fast, and you could already feel your nipples hardening and your pussy getting wet with anticipation.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Wonwoo asked, his voice low as he stood right in front of you, looking into your eyes yet not daring to touch you.

You swallowed and nodded. “I need you, Mr–”

“Just call me Wonwoo,” he interrupted you and chuckled, his eyes playful as he looked into yours. “Mr. Jeon is too… formal.”

“Wonwoo, then,” you giggled and bit down on your lower lip and slowly slid your hands up your school uniform shirt. “But it still stands that I need you.”

He watched your hands move, and by the time one of your hands reached your breast, he was a goner.

Placing his hands on your hips, Wonwoo breathed heavily and pulled you a bit closer. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to.”

Intoxicated by his closeness after all the hours you had spent wanting to experience it, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your voice merely a breath when you spoke. “I want it all, and if it does get too much, I’ll tell you. That way we’ll both be happy, won’t we?”

“I don’t want this to be something you’ll regret later,” he said quietly, already leaning down a little until his nose was brushing against yours. “Are you sure, Y/N?”

Your breath nearly hitched in your throat with how close Wonwoo was and how awfully tempting his lips were, so close to yours. “I’m sure.”

With that, you leaned up to bring your lips together for a kiss that sent tingles down your spine, and as Wonwoo’s tongue danced with yours daringly, the only thought in your mind was that wow, you were really doing it, kissing Wonwoo, and about to make your wet dream come true.

You got up on your desk and Wonwoo stood between your legs, his hands holding your bare thighs as you continued kissing passionately, your hands moving up to his hair and down to his shoulders, broad and attractive yet unfortunately covered by the white dress shirt he was wearing.

The kisses were hungry and needy, and if those weren’t enough to tell both of you how badly you wanted each other, then the way you were touching each other did. Wonwoo’s hands moved up and down your thighs, sliding underneath your uniform skirt and nearly under the thin fabric of your panties, and your hands were restlessly moving on his upper body. Neither of you seemed to be able to get enough of the other, and both the kisses and hasty touches only turned the two of you on more.

“The door is locked, right?” you asked against Wonwoo’s lips as you began unbuttoning his shirt, and he chuckled lowly as he popped the first few buttons of your shirt open, too.

“It is, and this is the time when the school gets empty,” he murmured and pulled back to take a look at you, deciding to open the rest of your shirt buttons, too. Then he moved his hooded eyes to yours. “We’re safe.”

Once you had finished opening Wonwoo’s shirt, you smirked at him and pulled him closer from the tie that was now loose around his neck. “Good.”

Wonwoo’s lips tugged into a smirk, too, as he kissed you again, with even more passion and hunger than before, and placed his hands on your waist underneath your shirt. You shivered slightly under his touch, at which he chuckled softly. “Just relax.”

“How,” you breathed, your breath only growing heavier when Wonwoo slid his hands higher on your body, until he could slide his thumbs underneath your bra. “God.”

He pulled back and bit lightly on his lower lip as he looked down at you. “Should I just… slide the straps down?”

You nodded quickly, and so he slid the straps of your bra down until he could also drag the garment itself lower on your torso, until your breasts were easily reached. He grinned to himself and leaned down to brush his lips by yours again while his hands found their way to your breasts.

“Perfect.”

Wonwoo easily slid his tongue into your mouth while massaging your breasts, teasing your erect nipples just how you imagined him in your dream. You were almost painfully turned on, the pulsating need between your legs only growing more intense with his thumbs rubbing your nipples and his lips so sensual against yours.

“I… I need your touch,” you whispered as you broke away from your kiss, looking up into Wonwoo’s eyes almost shyly. Taking a hold of one of his hands, you brought it down on your body.

He swallowed hard and nodded in understanding as he, for the time being, placed his hand on your thigh that he then rubbed with his thumb. “I’ve got you.”

You leaned back a little as Wonwoo slid his hand higher up your thigh, until he could rub your slit through your panties with his thumb. Holding back a whimper, you shut your eyes and clung onto his shoulder with one hand while the other was resting on the desk.

“Damn, you’re wet,” Wonwoo mumbled, his voice thick with lust, and spent a moment just sliding his finger up and down your slit, feeling just how wet your panties were getting and taking note of how good it made you feel.

“That feels good,” you breathed heavily and forced your eyes open so that you could look at him. “But I need more.”

You could see his Adam’s apple bob, which made you feel a sense of self-satisfaction, which was just what you needed to be daring enough to slowly slide your hand down his upper body.

“I take it you could use some attention, too?” you asked with a meaningful raise of your eyebrows when your fingers had reached the waistband of Wonwoo’s suit pants.

“You’ve always been a smart girl,” he noted with his lips curving into a smile and let you unzip his pants and helped you get his cock out of his boxers. You swallowed hard as your hand met his half-hard length, and you gave him a tentative, slow tug. Wonwoo hissed and shut his eyes. “Yes.”

You bit down on your lower lip as you stroked him to full hardness without much trouble, your mouth watering at his size, but felt your composure crumble when he slid your panties to the side and rubbed your swollen clit with his forefinger.

“You’re doing amazing,” he breathed into your ear, grunting quietly as his hips bucked into your hand. “Good god, Y/N.”

“Please, Wonwoo,” you whispered with a whiny edge to your voice when his forefinger would merely tease your entrance instead of sliding in. He chuckled lowly and pressed his lips to your neck, and only gave you what you wanted when you bucked your hips against his finger impatiently.

“Okay, okay,” he hummed in amusement and straightened his back, looking into your eyes as his index finger began pushing into you slowly. “Like this?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you were finally getting what you had been after, and nodded eagerly. “Y-yes.”

Wonwoo nodded in understanding and leaned down to lock your lips in a series of kisses again, which effectively muffled both of your sounds as he fingered you with ease and you stroked him steadily. You were soaked, which he knew more than well, and so it didn’t take too long for him to be pistoning two and later three fingers in and out of you fast, the desk underneath you shaking about as much as you were.

You clung onto Wonwoo’s shoulder with one hand and stilled your hand on his cock, hiding your face in his shoulder when a wave of pleasure coursed through you, and he only stopped fucking you with his fingers when you suddenly shut your legs and took in a sharp breath.

“Close?” he asked huskily, panting a little, and looked down at his fingers, which were coated with a thick layer of your anticipation. You nodded in a daze as an answer to his question, and Wonwoo brought his fingers up, a playful grin on his lips as you moved your eyes to his fingers. “I wonder, what should we do about this…”

Much to his surprise you didn’t hesitate to open your mouth and take his fingers in, sucking them clean of your own juices. Wonwoo bit down on his lower lip and thrust into your hand, cursing under his breath.

You let his fingers fall from your lips and smiled. “That.”

He nodded in amusement and blinked in surprise when you let go of his length and got off the desk. “What now?”

“I’m going to have to sit there tomorrow,” you pointed out with a laugh, referring to your seat, and began walking towards the teacher’s desk. You smirked at Wonwoo when you had reached it and bent over it, your cleavage as prominent as ever. “And this is a more stable surface anyway.”

“I see,” Wonwoo chuckled and followed you to the front of the classroom, bending down over you and bringing his lips to your left ear. “But you’ll also have to see this desk tomorrow and try not to think about what we’re about to do on it.”

You held back a moan when you felt his cock against your ass, and nodded. “I think that’s just going to make school more interesting.”

“Oh, you bet,” Wonwoo whispered in amusement and gave you a kiss on your neck before pulling back and reaching for his bag.

Curious, you turned to look at what he was doing, and clicked your tongue when you saw him casually flip out a condom from his bag. “Do I want to know?”

Wonwoo laughed, grinning so widely that his nose was crinkling in a way you had only seen it do a few times during classes, and shook his head. “One of my friends put it in my bag a while ago and I just never took it out.”

“And you’re sure it hasn’t expired?” you asked with a quirked eyebrow, and felt a sense of relief when Wonwoo nodded and showed you the condom.

“See for yourself.”

You moved your eyes from the expiry date to Wonwoo and bit down on your lower lip. “Then there’s nothing stopping us.”

He hummed and, once he had placed the condom on the desk, reassumed his position behind you and lifted your skirt up so that your lower body only had your panties covering it. Soon he pushed them down to your mid-thigh, however, and squeezed your ass with a quiet grunt. “Damn, Y/N…”

You held back a moan as he merely kneaded your ass for a while, his cock between your cheeks as his hips rocked back and forth. You could already feel your arousal starting to drip down your thighs, and grew impatient rather fast.

“Wonwoo,” you began pleadingly and looked at him with puppy eyes, “please fuck me already.”

He swallowed hard and let go of your ass to unbutton his pants, which fell to his ankles rather fast, at which he stifled a sigh: nothing to be done about that. Wonwoo then opened the condom packet and put the rubber on himself, giving his length a few good strokes while looking at you hungrily, taking in just how wet your pussy was, especially with you swaying your hips invitingly.

“Wait,” you said suddenly and stood up before turning around and sitting on the desk as a small grin spread to your lips. “I want to see you.”

Wonwoo smirked and raised his eyebrows when you got comfortable on the desk and spread your legs, having managed to get your panties off from one leg.

“I can’t say I’d be surprised,” he hummed in amusement and got closer to you, smiling against your lips as he kissed you. “Especially considering how much you enjoy looking at me on the regular.”

Your cheeks heated up - while he was right, your wish had a lot more to do with the dream you had had the night before that you were more than determined to re-enact.

“Ah,” Wonwoo mumbled suddenly, as though remembering something, and started taking his glasses off. You shook your head quickly and took a hold of his wrist, which caused him to look at you in surprise.

“Keep them on,” you said with a small smile, and Wonwoo raised his eyebrows. “They look good on you.”

His expression melted, and he lowered his hand with a soft smile on his face. “Alright, then. They’ll stay on.”

You grinned playfully and leaned back on the desk, propped on your elbows, and watched Wonwoo intently as he moved his cock up and down your wetness, gathering some additional slickness to it. When you wrapped your legs around his waist, he finally smirked and aligned himself with your entrance.

“Ready?” he asked huskily, looking into your eyes as his hands held your hips, and when you nodded, much more than ready, he finally pushed into you little by little.

You kept your mouth shut, but your sated moan was everything but silent as your eyes fell shut and pussy clamped down around Wonwoo’s length, and he breathed heavily, too, hardly able to hold back a grunt with how amazing it felt to be inside of you at last, surrounded by your hot wetness.

The fact that it was all forbidden only seemed to heighten the pleasure for both of you, and it was as soon as Wonwoo had bottomed out that you realized that it would be much, much more wonderful than it had been in your dream.

“Mr. Jeon…” you whispered, purposefully calling him what you always did in class, and moaned quietly when he instinctively moved inside of you at that.

Wonwoo wanted to, at the very least, hide: while he had been the one to tell you specifically not to call him that, having you refer to him as that turned him on. “Shit, please don’t.”

You grinned, mostly to yourself, and got your hands to Wonwoo’s chest, from where they slid up to his shoulders. “Sorry, I’m just messing with you.”

His lips tugged into a smile, and as he began thrusting into you steadily, he leaned down to kiss you desperately. You wrapped your arms around his neck, similarly as your legs were around his waist, and responded to his kisses, both for the intimacy and the attempt to keep your moans muffled.

Wonwoo breathed heavily as he fucked you, one of his hands roaming on your ass and thigh while the other began slowly moving from your hip to your chest, where he began playing with your nipple. Your breath hitched in your throat, and he chuckled quietly when you clenched around him.

“Aren’t you sensitive,” he noted amusedly while rubbing your nipple with the pad of his thumb, his hips meeting yours one smooth thrust after another, each of which hit all the right places inside of you. “I wonder how you’d react if I touched you somewhere else…”

You whimpered at the implication behind his words, and shook your head as your hips bucked against his. “Not yet, I don’t want to come too soon.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Wonwoo breathed and slid his tongue into your mouth with ease and began thrusting into you a bit faster and harder, by then certain that you were feeling good. You moaned into the kiss with nearly every thrust, and as the knot in the pit of your stomach started getting tighter, your legs began tightening around him, too.

“I-I’m close,” you whined as you broke away from the kiss and hid your face in Wonwoo’s shoulder instead, taking in the faint scent of his cologne. He grunted and slid his hand down from your breast, until he could rub circles into your clit while moving his hips back and forth, reveling in how good it felt on his end, too.

“Just let it go,” Wonwoo muttered into your neck that he was kissing sloppily, intoxicated by both your scent and how you felt, and chased his own high desperately. It didn’t take long for you to come around him, your back arching and your lips parting into a silent cry as your body convulsed underneath his.

He fucked you through your orgasm, and before long, he was coming into the condom, too, grunting against your neck as he held your thigh tightly, his other hand back to your hip as well. His hips continued rocking into yours throughout his climax, until they slowly came to a stop, which left both of you panting, still clinging onto each other.

As you both came down from your highs little by little, you caressed each other slowly, and eventually he pulled out of you and got the condom off, tying it before placing it on top of a paper on the desk so that he could dispose it better later.

“This probably shouldn’t become a thing,” Wonwoo panted, his lips against your neck, but his hands never left your hips.

You held his shoulder with one hand and played with his hair with the other. “This meaning us having sex, or us having sex in the classroom?”

He chuckled quietly and pulled up so that he could look at you and stroke your cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Us having sex. I’m still your teacher, Y/N.”

“But you’re a substitute one,” you mumbled with a small pout, closing your eyes as you leaned into his touch. “Doesn’t your employment end at the end of this semester? And I’m going to graduate, too…”

Wonwoo blinked in surprise. “It does, actually.”

“So,” you began, shy yet playful, and grinned at him. “Would you like to see where this goes when the summer is here? Then there won’t be any obstacles.”

The kiss he gave you told you more than enough.

Wonwoo didn’t quite take pride in the few times that he gave in to you before the end of his employment at the school, however, one of which he actually was able to end in time after merely making out with you, but one of which ended, much to his shame, with you riding him on the backseat of his car.

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We Each Write a Letter

Decided to post the fic I wrote for the ML Ultimate Guess Who Challenged hosted by @mlficwritersanon. I had so much fun with this challenge and I hope you all enjoy!

Rating: T Themes: Fluff, Friendship, slight romance  Ships: Love Square all but Ladrien cuz I was reaching word limit but that will be adding a second chapter to add the Ladrien I had planned. Word Count: 4048

Chat Noir had an idea.

"Bugaboo, when do you think you will be okay with telling me who you are under that mask?"

"When Hawkmoth is gone and there is no more danger in knowing who we are."

"What if whoever gave us our Miraculous takes them back before we get the chance to tell each other?"

"We'll find a way."

Chat Noir knew he shouldn't push the subject. Ladybug had the right idea with keeping their identities a secret from one another. There were too many risk, too much danger at the moment. But he could not stop himself from wanting to know.

"How about this? We each write a letter," Chat said.

"A letter?"

"Yeah, we each write a letter with our name and a little bit of info on ourselves. We'll give each other the letter and keep it hidden away until the day we defeat Hawkmoth. This way if we lose our Miraculous before we can tell each other, we will still have a way of knowing."

Chat Noir was honestly rather proud of his idea. It was a simple one but one that could work.

"Okay, but how will I know you won't read the letter as soon as I give it to you? There's a saying about cats and curiosity you know," she teased.

Chat had planned for this.

"We each seal the envelope in a way that's hard to recreate, you know like wax seals or a doodle along the seal so that if we tried to reseal or get a new envelope it would be obvious. Then every few months we can bring the letter with us to show we haven't broken the seal."

The smile on Ladybug's face gave him even more confidence that his plan was a good one.

"You've really thought this out. Okay, next time we meet up we'll bring a letter."

It took all he had not to jump up in joy.

"But what should we write in them?" asked Ladybug.

"How about our name, our birthday, maybe some basic info like favorite color, and an email or phone number that won't change so we can contact each other?" suggested Chat.

"I think this is a good idea."

The next time they had a chance to meet up without an Akuma attacking the city was a little less than a week later on the 22nd of February.

Chat Noir could barely contain his excitement. His lady trusted him enough to give him a letter that would have her name. He wouldn't have to worry about never finding out who she was because now he had her name in a cute pink envelope.

"When should we bring our letters to check the seal?" asked Ladybug.

"How about the first of every other month? We can start with April 1st."

"I'm fine with that, but maybe we should do it on April 2nd. I have a feeling that there's going to be an Akuma that day."

"Good point. So, April 2nd?"

"April 2nd," she confirmed.

As soon as Adrien was home in his room, he stashed the letter away in his bottom desk drawer. He made a quick note to see if he could have a lock added to that drawer. Extra security was always welcome in keeping a secret.

"You know you're going to be tempted to read that letter Adrien," said Plagg.

"I know. But I won't. This is Ladybug's trust in me and I won't betray that."

Everyone could tell that Adrien was happier than usual.

Adrien's classmates didn't know what was going on, but there was no denying that something good must have happened to him the day before. He smiled through a physics test, didn't mind taking on one of Kim's dares, and didn't even seem too bothered with Chloe's usual clinginess.

Nothing could ruin his mood.

Not even Marinette tripping on the steps and knocking him over as they made their way out of the school.

"Oh Adrien! I'm so sorry. I was reading this flier and I should have been looking at where I was going."

Adrien tried to hush her as he helped her to her feet.

"Marinette, I'm fine. Don't worry."

She continued to ramble on and about how sorry she was but Adrien was more interested in the flier she held.

"There's going to be another Ultimate Mecha Strike Tournament III?"

"What? Oh this," she pointed at the paper, "yeah Max was telling me about it. He can't make it that day and was asking if I wanted to join the tournament. I'm not sure if I'm gonna do it or not since I'm already kinda busy with some other stuff and it's another partner event so I can't go if I don't have a partner and I'm rambling now aren't I…"

"A little," he did his best not to laugh at her flustered expression, "You know, I don't mind being your partner. It's fun playing with you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, what day is it? I'll need to make sure my schedule is cleared."

"It's April 3rd, it's a Monday so the tournament is in the afternoon."

"Who schedules a tournament on a Monday? No wonder Max can't make it."

Adrien took a quick look at the calendar on his phone. His father usually scheduled big events he absolutely could not miss 3 months in advance, so see that the day had no scheduled event meant he was free for the tournament.

"Looks like I'm good, I'll just have Nathalie save the day so I don't get a last-minute photo shoot scheduled."

"Great."

Adrien looked back to his phone to check the next day he was free.

"I'm a bit busy the rest of this week and up until Monday so can we meet up next Tuesday?"

Marinette nodded quickly as she said, "Sure, that sounds great."

Out of the corner of his eye, Adrien could see the Gorilla pulling up in front of the school to take him home.

"Ah, gotta go. See you."

"S-see you."

As he entered the car, Adrien could see Marinette jumping for joy with the flier held close to his chest.

He was glad he could make his friend happy.

For the most part, Adrien had an amazing time with Marinette.

For the next four week, he either went to her house or she went to his two times a week so they could practice for the tournament.

They didn't really need to practice. Their gaming was in sync and all their practice battles had been won with ease. Even if they played against other teams online, the two of them had no trouble winning.

They just both really liked playing together.

It didn't take them long to start playing other games after a few rounds of Ultimate Mecha Strike III.

By the fifth week, practicing for the tournament had just become an excuse for Adrien and Marinette to hang out. They weren't even playing it anymore and instead decided that other games would be better at testing who is the best.

"Seriously? Blue shell?"

"You're the one that suggested Mario Kart so I'm not going easy on you."

"What if I gave you tickets to the next fashion show my father hosts?"

"As tempting as that is, my pride would be hurt too much if I were to give into a bribe."

"Fine, I give up."

Adrien pushed his chair away from Marinette and looked over at her desk. He noticed what appeared to be a work in progress Chat Noir plush doll.

"What's this?" he asked while pointing at the half-finished doll. "I thought you already made a Chat Noir doll?"

Marinette looked around as if she was making sure no one else was in the room.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"Sure."

"He sometimes visits me."

Adrien pretended to be surprised by what he already knew, "Chat Noir visits you?"

"I don't think he goes out of his way to visit me, but every time I'm out on my balcony when he passes by, he always stops to at least say hello. I know he probably stops by whenever he sees someone but he cheers me up sometimes after a bad day. I'm making him that doll as a thank you gift."

"That's very sweet. I don't think anyone has given Chat Noir anything, unless you count the statue to him and Ladybug."

Marinette stood up and walked over to where Adrien was. She moved some of the pieces out of the way before picking up a pink spotted box. She opened it with a key a took out a green heart.

"I even made a heart for the doll. I keep it in this my box so I don't lose it."

"That's so cool Marinette."

But Adrien's attention was not on the heart she showed him, but letter that was kept under the heart. A green envelope with a black cat paw drawn over the flap of the envelope.

His letter to Ladybug.

Just then his phone rang, telling him that it was time to head home.

As soon as he reached his room, Adrien grabbed the nearest pillow and screamed into it.

"What's wrong kid?" asked Plagg as he popped out of Adrien's discarded school bag.

"I messed up," he replied. "Do you remember the letters me and Ladybug exchanged?"

"Did you open the letter like I said you would?"

"No, I saw the letter I wrote to Ladybug in Marinette's room."

"Maybe she is taking care of the letter for Ladybug," said Plagg but there was no confidence in his voice.

"Come on Plagg, you know Ladybug would never risk someone else holding on to that letter."

Adrien sighed and let himself drop face first onto his bed. Plagg floated over.

"You're going to suffocate yourself like that, then there will be no one to give me camembert and I'll starve."

Not getting a response from Adrien, Plagg decided to poke him until he groaned and lifted himself off the bed and sat normally.

"I don't know what I'm going to do Plagg. We said we wouldn't tell each other just yet and here I am knowing who she is. I don't even know how I'm going to react when I see her again."

"Well look on the bright side, tomorrow is April Fool's day and there will probably be an Akuma that will take up anytime you could have used to talk to her. You will have one more day to think things over."

"Yeah," mumbled Adrien. "One more day to figure out how to tell her."

Surprisingly, there was no Akuma on April Fool's day. Even though it was a day dedicated to causing mischief, Ladybug and Chat Noir were not needed to stop an angry citizen.

It was good for the two of them, that meant another day they could relax and not get thrown half way across Paris.

But it was bad for Chat Noir because this meant he did not have one more day to think things over like Plagg had said. At least he wouldn't have to show his letter until the next day.

They both met up at the Eiffel Tower after making their rounds across the city.

As soon as he landed besides her he said, "My Lady, what would you say if I told you I knew who you were, but I haven't opened the envelope?"

She stayed quiet for a moment before a genuine laugh filled the air around them.

"I'd say this is your worst April Fool's prank yet."

"But you've only know me for one April Fool's before this one."

"Exactly."

"Meowch, I didn't even prank you last year."

"If you had, I'm sure it would have been just as bad as your puns."

"Oh, come on," he says while nudging her with his elbow, "you know you like my puns."

"Only sometimes Chat, only sometimes."

"I'm fine with that."

They stood there quiet, simply enjoying the night and each other's company. But they couldn't stay like that for long. It was getting late.

"See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you…" he trails off.

Chat Noir watched her leave before sitting down to have a moment to think in peace.

As soon as she left, his guilt and nerves returned. It was easy to forget his troubles when they just talked. Her jokes and smiles made him forget. But Ladybug's absence brought it all back.

He had to tell her tomorrow.

He'd tell her as he shows her the letter, still perfectly sealed, that he knew who she was.

But when they met up the next day, he couldn't do it.

Chat Noir knew his Lady would not be mad at him for finding out. She was an understanding person and would most likely find a way to blame herself over him seeing his letter in her room.

He wasn't scared of her being angry at all.

He feared his Lady being disappointed in who he was.

He didn't have a real reason as to why he felt she would be disappointed in him. It was more of an irrational fear that came with caring so much about someone. The last thing he wanted was to have her not like who he was without his mask on.

And for Ladybug to know how he found out, he'd have to tell her he is Adrien Agreste.

The letter was kept in her room, a place she only invited a few friends to and Chat Noir had no reason to be in Marinette's room.

Sure, he had visited her a few times while he made his way around the city on patrol. But only when she was outside on her balcony. He might stop to talk for a bit when he saw her. She even gave him some of her hot chocolate when it was a cold night. But he had never been invited into her room.

If he didn't tell her the truth, she could easily assume that he had broken into her room and looked through her private possessions.

He couldn't tell her.

Not yet.

The next day was the Ultimate Mecha Strike III tournament and the two beat it with ease.

But if you were to ask Adrien what happened during the tournament, he wouldn't have been able to tell you a thing.

Adrien had been incredibly nervous. Not because of the tournament, but because he was spending time with Marinette. He was so worried over the chance that something he would do or say around Marinette would give him away the tournament, besides that fact that they had won, was a complete blur to him.

All Adrien wanted to do was go home and sort out his feelings, to figure out a way to tell Ladybug the truth. But he could not drop out of the tournament. He could not let Marinette down.

As soon they were done and had accepted their congratulations on winning the tournament, Adrien readied himself to tell Marinette he needed to head home.

He didn't expect to be invited to dinner.

"Dinner at your place?"

"Yeah, you don't have to come if you don't want to but my parents wanted to thank you for partnering with me. I think they also have some idea in their head that they don't feed you at your place."

He really couldn't say no to her.

"Sure, let me just call Nathalie."

Dinner with the Dupain-Cheng family was so lively that Adrien nearly forgot the secret he held. It wasn't until Marinette walked him to the door on his way out that he remembered what was making him so anxious. The silence in the car didn't help and as soon as he made it home, be ran straight for his room and locked the door.

"You okay kid? You've been so tense since you saw your letter in the girl's room."

It was nice to see Plagg concerned for him, to know someone cared, but he still felt off. There was no point in lying to Plagg.

"No, I'm not okay. I need to think."

"Want a run around the city to clear your head?"

"No asking for camembert?"

"I'm feeling generous today. Don't get used to it kid."

Adrien could tell what Plagg meant. Despite his attitude, Plagg really did care about him.

"Okay then. Plagg, Claws out."

Running around the city might not have been the best idea. It didn't take very long for Chat Noir to end up running by the Dupain-Cheng's bakery and seeing Marinette on her balcony.

Chat Noir saw two options and he didn't like either of them.

He could turn back before she sees him and pretend he didn't see her. This meant he was running away from talk about the letter again, not something he wanted to do because he needed to talk to her.

Or, he could hop over to her balcony and tell her.

Neither were good options.

He landed behind her.

"You seem really happy today."

At the sound of his voice, Marinette jumps and sprays him in the face with the water she had been using to water her plants.

"Chat! Don't sneak up on me like that. I didn't hear you at all."

"I'm going to ignore the water to the face and just take it as a complement. You know people say I'm just dripping with good looks."

"Who let you watch anime again?"

"I see you took my advice and watched Ouran."

"Yup," was her only answer before she bounces back to spraying water on her plants.

Her joy could be seen from miles away.

"So, what's got you so happy today? I haven't been around here much so what could pawssibly have made you so happy."

"I was in a gaming tournament today and won first place with my friend."

"Congratulations Princess, I'm so happy for you."

"It was a lot of fun. Even better is it gave me time to hang out with Adrien."

"Who's Adrien? A boy you like?" he teased.

"Yeah"

He froze.

"I've had a crush on him for a while but I've been too shy to really even talk to him outside of school. I feel like playing video games with him really helped us get closer."

He needed to tell her.

"Marinette? What if I told you…"

He hesitates, trying to build up the courage to tell her. But when he looks at her, the way the moonlight hits her face takes his breathe away, leaving him speechless.

"What if you told me what Chat?"

"N-nothing."

Chat's mind was racing. No matter how many times he told himself to say it, to tell her he knows, the words refused to leave his mouth.

"Chat, are you okay?"

The worry and concern in her voice could have melted him then and there.

All he could think was that she was too good for him.

Too kind, too caring, too thoughtful, too beautiful, too brave, too amazing for someone like him.

As he was lost in thought, Marinette moved closer. She studied his face for any sign of what was going on in his head.

"Chat? You're starting to worry me."

Pulled from his thoughts, Chat Noir responds, "I'm fine, it's nothing, just a lot on my mind lately."

"You can tell me anything, I can keep a secret and it's not like if anyone will believe me if I tell them you peed yourself in public or something."

Her joke managed to get a small laugh out of him, "I know. I just don't know how to say things sometimes."

"I'm here if you need anything. It's the least I could do for you considering all you've done for me."

"Oh, and what have I done for you?"

"You mean besides saving me, my friends, and all of Paris from Hawkmoth?"

"But that's something I do for everyone, I'm a superhero after all. What have I done for you?"

Marinette pauses before pointed at him then herself, "This, you stopping to visit every now and then is something you've done for me. Superheroes protect the city but they don't have to make friends with the people they've saved."

In that moment, all he could think about was how much he did not deserve to even know someone as kind as Marinette.

He just needed to let it out.

Now.

"Marinette, what if I told you I didn't visit every person that I see when I'm out? That you're the only person I stop for? That I'm in love with you?"

She froze. A strained laugh left her lips.

"Very funny Chat, don't you know that April Fools was two days ago."

"I'm not joking."

"Are you just saying this because I said that I liked someone else."

Chat Noir hadn't expected things to go smoothly but he didn't like how it was turning out.

"No, I was planning on telling you either way. That's why I came tonight."

"But you like Ladybug."

"I know."

That's when it clicked.

"You weren't joking on April Fool's day."

"No," said Chat Noir.

The silence that followed his words was almost deafening. Marinette had to fill that silence.

"How did you find out?"

Before he could even open his mouth to respond she says, "Wait! I don't want to know."

"You don't?"

"Well," she said, "I know you didn't read the letter, and I trust that you didn't try to figure me out by following me. It was all an accident, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it was."

"Then I don't need to know and we can leave it at that. If you tell me that you saw me somewhere or I said a certain thing that tipped you off, it might help me figure out who you are."

"What if I want to tell you who I am?"

"Chat you know we can't, it's dangerous enough with you knowing who I am."

"I'm fine with the danger."

"But I'm not!"

Both Chat Noir and Marinette are surprised that she raised her voice at him.

"Sorry… I didn't mean to yell. I care about you Chat, I don't want you in anymore danger than you already are just being Chat Noir."

"I don't get why it's so dangerous for us to know. If we are careful not to let Hawkmoth take control of us, we won't have anything to worry about. It's not like we are going to turn against each other."

"I know but can we just keep this reveal one-sided, for now at least? It's not that I don't want to know, I do, I just don't want to risk anything."

"You're so stubborn, but I understand."

"Thank you Chat."

He took her hand and kissed the back of her knuckles. "Anything for you Princess."

He dropped his hand but she didn't let go. They simply stayed like that for a moment, letting everything sink in. Running the words he had spoken earlier through his head, Chat realized he said something implied he originally only visited because he knew she was Ladybug.

"Oh, in case I may have confused you earlier, I didn't know you were Ladybug when I first started coming by. I only found out recently."

"Then why did you start coming by?"

"Because I liked your company."

She didn't say anything in response, instead leaning against him with their hands still together.

Chat Noir was sure he was dreaming.

"I should go before it gets too late."

"Before you go."

Marinette races back into her room leaving Chat alone for a moment before popping up from the trap door with something hidden behind her back.

"I have something for you."

"What is it?" he asks despite having a pretty good idea of what it is.

She handed it over to his so he could see. "It's a Chat Noir doll."

He knew she was making it for him, but seeing the end product really touched his heart.

"Thank you Princess."

He took a risk and planted a kiss to her cheek.

"Goodnight."

And he was off before she could react, but at least he saw her face go red.

He was coming by tomorrow to see his Princess no matter what.

#Miraculous Ladybug #ml fanfic #Marinette Cheng #Chat Noir #Adrien Agreste #Ladybug #Marichat #Adrienette #Ladynoir #Plagg #Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir #my fic

[milesgaylsprower]

Drawn to You

This is a Pixel/Tablet fic for Graffiti Kingdom. I’ve been sitting on chapter 1 for a while but I’m hoping that, by posting it, it’ll get me to actually work on writing it. You can read it on AO3 or below the cut:

Chapter 1: Stirrings

“Well, I am a demon.”

Pixel wasn’t sure when it had happened, but at some point, that phrase had gone from being an excuse to being something of an inside joke between friends.

He wasn’t sure when they had gone from being rivals to being friends either. But here they were, lying on a hill in the Canvas Plains, their bodies outstretched in opposite directions and their heads next to each other. His companion was Tablet, the former prince of the demons. Overhead, cotton ball clouds drifted through the sky, each one having a unique shape that the two boys had spent all afternoon identifying. In a different world and a different time, it would have been strange – taboo even – for a human and a demon to be friends. But this is how the world was now, how it had been for… How long?

Three years, thought Pixel. It had been three years since Pixel had accidentally released the ruler of the demons, Medium, from the seal that had imprisoned him for centuries. Throughout Pixel’s journey to undo his mistake (or get out of undoing his mistake, as it were), Tablet was there, being a general nuisance and a total creep.

When exactly did I start being friends with this weirdo?

It had to have been after Pixel defeated Medium, since that’s when everything started to change. Demons started to integrate into human society not long after Pixel’s victory, an idea that was not well received by every human. Eventually humans learned to see demons less as a threat and more as inhabitants of the town. The only demon who hadn’t learned to cope with the change was, not surprisingly, Medium. His continuous efforts to reestablish the demon kingdom lessened over time as Pixel time and again foiled the Devil’s plans.

Tablet’s face suddenly filled Pixel’s vision. “Are you even paying attention to me?” Tablet asked. “That is so rude, I thought we were friends.”

Pixel couldn’t help but snicker a bit. “Sorry. Guess I had my head up in the clouds.”

Tablet laid on his stomach and propped his head up with his hands. “I did not think that last cloud looked like you.”

Pixel laughed even more, which earned him a bit of a stern look from Tablet. “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant… I was thinking about something.”

“Oh, I see. What were you thinking about?” Tablet asked.

Pixel sat up and spun around to face his friend. “I was thinking of when we became friends.” Pixel gathered up a handful of grass and started letting the blades go one by one.

“Hmm, as I seem to recall, we became friends shortly before my sister killed me,” Tablet said.

Pixel winced a bit. “Okay, first of all, your sister didn’t really kill you.”

“A mere deception on my part,” Tablet said with a tiny shrug. “We demons accept deception as the way things are.”

Pixel clenched his fist, crushing the grass that remained in his hand. Even though Tablet hadn’t truly been killed by Palette, the memory stung Pixel deep down. It wasn’t even the deception that bothered him; he could forgive that. Watching Tablet fade away was hard, though. Harder than it should have been. Now that they were closer, it only hurt more to think about it, and that bothered Pixel in ways that he would never admit.

“And second of all,” Pixel said, “that was just you demanding to be my friend.” Before Tablet could protest, Pixel added, “What I’m talking about is… When did things to get to be like this?”

“Does it really matter?” Tablet asked. He smiled warmly at Pixel, his hair swaying in the warm breeze.

Pixel’s stomach was instantly filled with the sensation of butterflies. “Eh, I guess not,” he said. But it did matter because what he was feeling now was… Disgusting. This was the crux of Pixel’s problem: he wasn’t sure when, but at some point, somehow, someway, he had gone from feeling friendship for Tablet to feeling…

Pixel abruptly stood up and said, “Come on, let’s go back to the castle. If we don’t, Pastel will probably have an even bigger lecture in store for me than her usual.”

Tablet nodded and stood up as well. “Very well,” Tablet said, smoothing out the long scarf that he wore. “We would not want to deprive Pastel of her favorite activity, would we?”

 And, of course, Pastel had a lecture ready for Pixel as he strode into his room.

“Pixel, you’re the prince of the kingdom! You can’t keep skipping school like this!” Pastel said.

Even though she balanced out her fun moments with plenty of moments where she seemed determined to be as annoying as possible, Pastel was Pixel’s best friend. It was Pastel that introduced Pixel to the world of graffiti. It was Pastel who cheered (and sometimes berated) Pixel toward victory during his journey to free the kingdom from the clutches of Medium. And it was Pastel who Pixel always turned to when he needed counsel. She was three years his elder (give or take a millennium, Pixel guessed) and a skilled graffitician. Her skill with a graffiti wand was matched only by her skill at nagging.

Pixel waved his hand as he walked past Pastel. “Ah, come on Pastel, it’s not that big of a deal!” Muttering under his breath, Pixel added, “Not like I care about what that teacher has to say anyway.”

“It is a big deal though. What are you going to do when it’s time to ascend to the throne and you don’t know the first thing about making a law? Or the history of your kingdom?”

“Pastel, that’s so far away, it won’t matter for a while.”

Pastel started to say something more, but Pixel tuned it out and flopped unceremoniously onto his bed. These lectures were more of a routine for the two friends than anything else. Though at one time they had been conducted with earnest concern, like everything else, somewhere along the way it had changed. Pastel knew that Pixel would stop listening at some point and Pixel knew that Pastel would finish what she wanted to say eventually and give up, which she would punctuate with a sigh.

Sure enough, after her tirade was over, Pastel exhaled sharply. “Where were you anyway?”

“Hanging out with Tablet.”

“Again?” Pastel was silent for a moment. “It seems like you two spend a lot of time together these days.”

“He’s fun to hang out with.”

“I didn’t think you liked him that much.”

Pixel felt his stomach twist into knots. Disgusting, Pixel thought, the word echoing in his mind, each reverberation becoming louder. “What’s that supposed to mean?” The words tumbled out of his mouth with more venom than he had expected them to have, catching both Pixel and Pastel off-guard.

Pastel blinked a bit. “N-nothing, nothing at all. I just thought… you thought he was weird.”

“He is weird. He is such a weirdo, but he’s also my friend.” Pixel thought for a moment of opening up, telling Pastel that he wanted Tablet to be so much more, but his stomach twisted tighter and he abandoned that idea. “Besides, hanging out with him is more fun that whatever boring lesson I’ve got to sit through.”

Pastel sighed. “Your job as the prince of this realm is important. People are going to look to you for leadership and protection. I’ll admit you have the protection thing down pretty well, but…”

“Pastel, you make it sound like it’s the hardest thing in the world. It can’t be that bad! All my parents do is sit there all day, and it’s not like they even care about where I am or what I’m doing.”

Pixel had a point there. His parents were lenient — perhaps too lenient — with their son. They were calm people in general, but when it came to Pixel their patience seemed to be limitless. Their expectations of him couldn’t have seemed more nonexistent. Maybe they were partly to blame for Pixel’s laziness, but at the same time Pastel at least hoped that Pixel would show some initiative on his own. Even during Medium’s take over three years ago, when circumstances were dire, Pixel had proven to be a difficult person to motivate. At the end of the day, Pixel was a boy who did things by his own schedule, and if your item wasn’t on his agenda for the day, he wasn’t going to get to it.

While Pastel sat quietly and wondered how to get the crown prince to have more interest in actually being the prince, Pixel had turned his attention elsewhere. He idly waved his graffiti wand through the air, drawing out random patterns and shapes. As soon as they would materialize, he would dematerialize them just as quickly, only to start over on something new.

Pastel huffed when she saw this. “Pixel, the graffiti wand is an important tool! It’s not for doodling!” This comment earned no reaction from Pixel. “Maybe you and I should start training more.”

Pixel sat up, and the shape he had been drawing suddenly materialized and dropped beside him onto the bed. “Training?! What for?”

“Well, if you’re going to be a graffitician, you might as well hone your skills.”

Pixel scratched his head. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Pastel, but my skills have been more than enough to keep Medium in check.”

“But, but… there’s so much more to being a graffitician! It’s not just drawing things and using them to fight, you know!”

Pixel shrugged. “But it’s all I’ve ever needed. Why bother with learning something new when I’m not going to need to use it?”

Pastel shook her head; her patience had reached its limit. “Forget about it. I’m not going to try to keep wasting my time like this.” She turned on her heel and left the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

Stupid Pixel, she thought. She normally didn’t react like this to Pixel’s indifference, but the fact that he was getting so close to Tablet had set her on edge. She knew she couldn’t tell him about everything that had happened in the past, but she also felt like she was betraying him by leaving him in the dark. As uncomfortable as the war had been, she knew that one day all the details would spill out, and her friend would learn the truth about everything that had happened. How exactly would he react when he learned about where she had failed, when he learned about what Tablet had done? Her thoughts were interrupted when a familiar voice called to her.

“Hello, Pastel.”

Speak of the devil, Pastel thought. Or at least speak of his son.

His arms were folded and he was leaning against the wall. “Are you finished lecturing the prince?”

“No, I- wait, what do you mean lecturing? Ugh, is that what he calls it?”

Tablet laughed. “He calls it many things. If you are done with him though, I think I may go see him myself.”

“Look, Tablet. Just… promise you’ll be careful with him.”

“Hmm? What do you mean?”

Pastel rubbed her arm a bit. “I don’t want to see him getting hurt. Not like… you know…”

Tablet’s eyes narrowed. “Like who, Pastel?”

Her lips moved as she tried to say a name, but the sound was lodged in her throat. Despite this, Tablet knew exactly what she had said.

“This is nothing like that! Why do you insist on keeping the past alive when it’s over with?”

“Over with? Pixel has been dealing with the aftermath of what your father did for three years now! Maybe you two are friends now, but how long is that going to last? How long before you betray him to help the demons?”

Tablet’s voice was usually level no matter what was going on, but now he found himself getting louder. “Do not accuse me of betrayal! I was doing what I needed to do. Everyone knew whose side I was on!”

Tears had started to drop down Pastel’s face. She hated remembering the past and she hated discussing it even more. Their heated debate had attracted the attention of several guards who looked ready to pounce on Tablet, but Pastel had no intention of letting things get that far. “He thought he knew whose side you were on, but I guess he was wrong,” she said in a low voice. “Don’t ever do that to Pixel. If you do, I will make sure that you are completely erased from this world.” She took off running down the hall, not even looking to see Tablet’s reaction.

Tablet grumbled and, after shooting a glare at the watching guards, made his way for the castle exit.

 Night had fallen on the kingdom and almost everyone was getting ready for sleep. Deep in the tunnels beneath the village, however, Medium paced about restlessly. In one of his hands he clutched an old book, its cover too faded to be read. The paper was tattered and yellow, and the paint used for the illustrations was chipping. He thumbed through the pages, sometimes turning them too hard and tearing them even more.

“The answer has to be here!” he said.

The book was one of the oldest books in the castle library and detailed the events of the original Graffiti War. He had pilfered the book, which earned the wrath of several guards, but the information in this book was well worth the price. Or so he had hoped. Unsatisfied with the contents of the page he was currently on, he roared out in frustration and slammed the book against the tunnel wall. A few pages scattered, and what remained bound to the spine was laying open on the dirt.

“Every time I try something, I’m always stopped by that boy. Look at me, the great Devil, reduced to this! And it seems to me like my servants don’t even care, like they’re actually happy to live among the humans! Even my dear, sweet Palette is eating out of their hands…”

And then there was his son. Tablet’s betrayal still aroused an anger in him that was almost matched by his hatred for Pixel. Part of him couldn’t help but be proud, in a way. After all, it was in the nature of demons to deceive, and Tablet’s deception had proven to be a fine piece of work, even going so far as to fool the boy. He learned after the fact that the two had fought, and that Pixel had soundly defeated Tablet. Instead of the whole affair ending with bitterness over the deceit though, they shared a moment laughing together, and that’s what Medium hated the most. His own son, the would-be heir to the demon realm, befriending a human, the very human who was responsible for preventing the rise of the demons.

Ah, but you shouldn’t be surprised, Medium thought. After all, it’s just like… Well, no. The first time, things were different.

Having calmed down a bit, Medium went over to the book and stooped down to pick it up. He lifted it up to see what page it had landed on, and immediately the meticulously painted images on it caught his eye. They depicted events that were very familiar to him. In fact, he knew this scene by heart; he had, after all, seen it with his own eyes. It was when humans pleaded with the gods for a way to defeat Medium and his demons as they razed the lands. After countless bloody battles that often ended with humans as the clear losers, humanity turned to the gods as a last resort. The gods answered their plea by bestowing several humans with the power of graffiti.

Suddenly, an idea formed in Medium’s mind. “Yes. Yes! That’s it! It’s perfect!” Medium bellowed out in laughter. “Why didn’t I think of that before?”

It seemed so obvious. A way to conquer humanity once and for all, without the interference of that detestable boy or any other so-called graffiticians. All he needed would be one thing.

“Yes, yes, this will work. As long as I can get there fast enough, even the boy won’t be able to stop me.” Medium tore the page out of the book and slinked off into the darkness, eager to set his plan into motion.

 Pixel yawned as he pulled back the sheets to his bed.

A familiar voice called from his room’s balcony. “Going to bed so soon?”

Pixel jumped and spun around to meet the source of the voice. “Tablet! Ugh, how many times have I told you about coming up here like that?”

“If I surprised you, I am sorry. That was not my intention.” Tablet smiled.

Pixel’s stomach was overtaken by the sensation of butterflies again. “Yeah, well, stop doing that. What are you doing up here anyway?”

“I wanted to know if we’d be hanging out tomorrow.”

Pixel raised an eyebrow. “You came all the way up here, at this time, just to ask me that?” He crossed the room to where Tablet was standing.

Tablet chuckled a little. “Well, maybe I wanted to see you again.”

Pixel swallowed hard and looked into Tablet’s eyes. He wanted so badly to move closer to Tablet, to throw his arms around him. The space between them simultaneously felt too large and too small and Pixel felt torn between his desires to either close the distance or increase it. If he was too forward, he’d lose Tablet, and if he was too cold, he’d also lose Tablet. His mind screamed at him that it was wrong to be attracted to Tablet, but his heart screamed back just at hard that he wanted to be close to Tablet.

“Aren’t you going to tell me I’m weird?” Tablet asked, finally breaking the silence between them.

Pixel blinked a bit and took a step back. “Sorry. Uh, yeah, we’ll hang out tomorrow. Want to meet at the usual place?”

Tablet nodded. “But of course. I hope you sleep well, Pixel.”

Pixel took a few steps back into his room and took a hold of the balcony door. Tablet’s words warmed Pixel deep inside, though he made every effort to hide that. “Yeah, thanks.” He started to shut the door, but stopped himself. “Oh, and Tablet?”

“Yes, Pixel?”

“Stop being so weird.”

Tablet beamed and said, “Never.” With that, he back flipped off the balcony and down to a rooftop below, where he’d surely continue his overly acrobatic route out of town.

Pixel shut the door, trying his hardest to ignore the fluttering in his chest and the protests in his mind. It had been months since he had started feeling like this and to his dismay nothing had changed. If anything, the feelings had intensified.

Why couldn’t I have been attracted to Pastel instead, Pixel wondered as he climbed into bed and pulled the covers up around him.

Then again, what’s so wrong with liking Tablet? Pixel laughed a bit at the obvious answer.

“Well, he is a demon.”

#graffiti kingdom #tabpix