#he wears combat boots and leather jackets to every class | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

queenofrunonsentences · 2 years

Text

Chapter 5

The chapter where they finally get a little hot and heavy.

WARNING- this chapter contains adult themes that may not be appropriate for younger readers, please proceed with caution.

That Thursday

They got comfortable in the routine, him picking her up in the morning and bringing her to work after school, even on days when he wasn’t working, he insisted on it. The way he hadn’t faltered , with the way he opened doors for her, the way he flirtatiously teased her, or how he carried her things to class, and opened her locker for her. Despite the fact that he loved to tease her, He really treated her like a princess, and still insisted on calling her that every so often, much to her disdain. Charlie was having a hard time convincing herself that her crush wasn’t mutual, but was still much too shy to make any sort of move.

She sat in her room holding two floral sundresses from her closet, one blue with pink flowers and one black with red flowers, crinkling her nose at the memories from that brief time she had changed up her style and worn dresses and cardigans for a guy. She weighed her options, holding each dress up to her leather jacket before deciding the black made her feel more comfortable. She pulled it on and then slid her feet into her combat boots. She wanted to look cute, but she still wanted to feel like herself.

When Eddie showed up to pick her up for school, She was already under the carport finishing a cigarette. When he rolled to a stop she put it out and chucked it in the ashtray while he hopped out to open her door like usual. He assessed her briefly , trying not to be obvious as he noticed how well her dress clung to her form.

She was smoothing the skirt of it nervously when he climbed back into the van and put it into reverse. “Look at you, princess.” he teased, keeping his eyes on the rearview mirror. She flushed “ I don’t usually wear stuff like this anymore. ” She replied shyly and tucked her hair behind her ear. “You almost look like a real girl” He teased, earning him a swat on the forearm. He smirked “I’m just kidding, I dig the dress, you look nice Red.” She tried not to look too pleased with herself.

As they drove Eddie sang along to the Iron Maiden album he had put on, smiling over as he noticed her boot clad foot tapping along. They smoked out of her newest pipe, a wooden sherlock style pipe with a viking woman on the front. Rolling into the parking lot they spotted the usual crowd of assholes crowded around the front steps. They were laughing and shoving each other, in typical jock fashion. Charlie ashed the pipe out the window as they drove by them, before stowing it in Eddie's lunch box among the bags of weed and his own bowl.

As Eddie pulled past them to park in his usual spot, Charlie jumped hearing the sound of something splattering against the back of the van. She glanced over to look at the side mirror and spotted the assholes with arms full of egg cartons, throwing them in their direction.

Eddie cringed, gripping the wheel tightly in anger, she watched him take 3 deep breaths to try to calm himself down before he spoke, not wanting to scare her. “They’ll leave when the bell rings.” He said through gritted teeth before adding a softer “ I’m so sorry.” He looked so devastated that Charlie wanted to reach out and hug him. Instead she reached for his hand that sat on the gear shift between them. She squeezed it gently and let go quickly, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

“I'm sorry they won't leave you alone.” she tried to correct his line of thinking, this wasn't his fault. He shrugged stiffly, clearly deep in thought so the redhead busied herself with rummaging through her bag. she pulled out two cigarettes from her pack, and lit them both before wordlessly passing him one, he accepted it with a quiet thank you.

They smoked together in silence for a moment, and Eddie appreciated the time to collect himself. They watched as the jocks lost interest and headed into the school. He reached forward to turn on the Iron Maiden album they had been listening to on the drive, letting the loud music fill the silence, and help him work through his frustration. Charlie knew how hard it could be to shake free from the grips of a bad mood so she leaned back into the headrest and enjoyed the rush of the nicotine, and the metal music.

By the time the bell rang Eddie had come back around to his usual jovial self, jumping from the driver's seat to run and open her door, flicking egg shells from the hood as he passed. She let him help her out as always, laughing when he took her bag and pretended to collapse under its weight, almost actually falling to the ground. He was putting on quite a show so she pulled her camera from around her neck and wound it quickly before snapping a photo of him and his dramatics. He grinned and shook his hair back from his face, moving to lay on the ground like a model, pouting at her playfully. “Make sure you get my good side.” he joked as she snapped one more. He stood quickly and brushed the dirt from his jeans and fluffed his hair. “Did I get anything in my gorgeous mane? it’s all worth it for the perfect shot ” he joked and she smiled broadly and reached up to pluck a leaf from his hair.

She let her camera fall to her chest and she smiled up at him, already planning to develop the roll of film in class that day. “Do you ever let anybody take pictures of you?” He asked curiously as they walked through the crowded halls towards her locker. He opened it for her out of habit, and she blushed and shook her head, busying herself with grabbing the books she needed and depositing the ones she didnt into her locker to avoid the question.

He lifted one brow before luging for her camera. He plucked it from around her neck, being careful not to pull her hair or break it. she huffed and lunged at him as he held it up to glance at her through the view finder. “Ah ah ah, that's not the photo you want me to take, is it?” he teased as she snatched at him, holding it above her head so she couldn’t take it back. She sighed heavily and leaned back against the lockers behind her in defeat.

Eddie took his pretend job as a fashion photographer very seriously, He was holding the camera in front of one eye, twisting and turning it jokingly pretending to snap a bunch of photos. “There's only 3 left on that roll” she warned and he wound it with a nod. “Alright Princess Charlotte, give me a model pout.” he teased and she rolled her eyes. Snap, He took a photo, there was a soft clicking sound as he wound it again. She crossed her arms over her chest and kicked a foot back against the lockers behind her, looking very moody so he snapped another photo.

He wound it once more and his face was serious this time. He twisted the lense gently to focus the image and suddenly had an idea. “You're really beautiful, y’know that?” He asked as he looked at her through the viewfinder. She glanced up at him in shock, her eyes widened and then she got bashful. a shy smile across her lips and she glanced down at her boots before meeting his eyes again. That was when he snapped the last photo. “You really think so?” she asked , and he nodded and handed her camera back to her as it made clicking sounds and started to wind up the film roll inside . “I want a copy of that last one.”He insisted as he gave her his most charming smile and dropped his arm around her shoulder to lead her towards her first class.

When they arrived at the doorway, Laila spotted them and gave her best friend a knowing smile. Charlie didn’t even notice because she was looking up at Eddie who was describing a complicated guitar riff he had been working on from a newly released Metallica song. The bell ringing finally brought them back down to earth. “I’ll see you at lunch? “ she asked, trying not to sound so desperate, but if he noticed he didn’t seem to mind. “ Of course, Dame Charlotte will never eat alone, not as long as I’m around to help it” He dropped his arm from her shoulder and fell into a bow before walking away backwards. When she walked into class he spun on his heel and walked down the hallway towards his first class, his mind racing.

Laila and Charlie spent English passing notes ,narrowly avoiding being caught by the sharp eyes of their teacher. When the bell rang Charlie shot out of her seat, ignoring her best friends mocking laughter as she tripped over the strap of her bag, having nearly left it behind in her rush to get to the hallway to meet Eddie. She flushed and stooped to gather her things as most of her classmates filtered out into the hallway. When she stood he was in the doorway with a smile, trying to pretend like he hadn’t just been checking out her ass. Laila who was used to walking with Charlie to their next class watched them curiously, taking in the flirtatious dynamic between the two of them. She had class in the same direction so she walked behind them at a distance, smiling as she noticed how at ease her usually anxious freckled friend seemed to be.

He offered the redhead his hand with a flourish and she took it willingly, laughing softly as he arranged their arms so he could wrap his around her shoulder. As they walked to her next class, they fell into comfortable conversation about their classes and plans for the rest of their day. Charlie had a photography project due and if she did well her photos might get displayed in the student gallery. Eddie was quick to inform her that she was going to ace the assignment, and tell her how her photos would be the best in the gallery. She had blushed and tried to brush him off but he was insistent upon reminding her how talented he thought she was.

Charlie struggled to focus in her science class, it wasn’t her best subject so it took all of her attention, not allowing her the luxury of day dreaming about smoke breaks with Munson. The bell finally rang, indicating that it was time for her last class before lunch. She swung her bag over her shoulder and hurried to the hallway to meet Eddie. She wondered how he was always outside of her classes before the bell rang, was he leaving his own classes early? She didn’t ask, knowing he would avoid answering, and would insist he was still on track to graduate.

She started to walk ahead of him but he reached up to grab the strap of her camera to stop her, before wrapping an arm around her shoulders to lead her down the hallway. She rolled her eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but truly she enjoyed his chivalry. Their walk to photography was uneventful if you didn’t count the jeers from the usual assholes as they passed them in the hallway, and she didn’t . Eddie's grip on her hand had tightened, but his smile hadn’t faltered as he continued to tell her about how excited he was to see the party's faces when he threw the next big bad at them in tomorrow's campaign.

When they reached the door to the photography classroom, Eddie was practically vibrating with excitement as he told her about the sorcerer the party would be coming up against the next day, describing his powers in necromancy and shape shifting. Charlie was so wrapped up in the details that the bell surprised her. Eddie glared up at the speakers the bell emitted from with disdain, before turning back to her. “I wasn’t joking when I said I wanted a copy of that last picture.”He reminded her, and she nodded as if she hadn’t been thinking about the moment constantly since that morning. They parted ways reluctantly and Charlie hurried into class, her cheeks tinged red as she ducked into the dark room to hide from her classmates and get started on processing her roll of film so she could make a few prints.

She developed the roll quickly, admiring the photos on the negatives in the redlight of the dark room. She clipped the negatives into groups of 6 and loaded the last strip into the Beseler Printmaker, shifting it so she could get the photo lined up. When she had it focused and set up to her liking, she flicked off the light and loaded up the paper. This was a process the redhead could easily do in her sleep but she attended to it with precision, wanting to make sure the print for Eddie was perfect. The photo he had taken really was a pretty one, she was in frame but not quite centered, the image was focused and despite her insecurities she could see why he wanted to capture the moment. She ran the photo through the chemicals and pinned it up to dry before getting to work on her actual assignment, adding in one of the photos of Eddie joking around from that morning. When the lunch bell rang she snatched the dried photos from the line and tucked them into her binder before hurrying out into the hall.

He was leaning against the wall, he tapped his lunch box and quirked a brow in silent question as she approached. She nods knowingly and follows his lead out to the parking lot to his van for a smoke break before lunch. As they walked, he did his best to ignore the jeers of Jason’s friends calling him a murderer and a freak. He hated that she was being exposed to it, but she looked unfazed by it all so he didn't address it.

She leaned against an egg free portion van, watching him as he pulled out a joint and joined her. “How’s your day been so far?” She asked curiously , trying to distract him. He glanced back toward the jocks lingering and watching them and motioned to the woods behind the football field. “ ehh, boring “ he finally answered through clenched teeth holding the joint as he searched his pockets for his lighter.“ much better now though” he said with relief as he located it and lit the joint , as they made their way into the secluded picnic table in the woods.

“ Are you talking to the joint or me?“ she teased and he chuckled darkly “ maybe both?” He replied with a sly smile. “Welcome to my secret hideout , nobody ever bothers me here.” He gestures to the wooded area, taking a deep pull and passing it to her, doing a dramatic spin as he exhaled as if he was a ringmaster in a circus showing off. She giggled and took the joint, sitting down on the table top and letting her legs dangle over the edge. “It’s nice, very quiet. Reminds me of the shire. Thanks for sharing it with me.” She took a drag , passing it to him as she wet her lips and exhaled lazily.

“Our smoke breaks are quickly becoming my favorite part of my day.” She confessed, leaning backwards to lay on the table so she wouldn’t have to look him in the eyes as she said it, her legs still hanging over the edge , swinging back and forth as she looked up at the tree tops offering them the respite of shade. “Mine too” he spoke softly, as though he were afraid to admit it out loud. “Oh you’re just flattering me, I’m sure you say that to all your regular clients” Charlie called from her comfortable spot on the table. Eddie shook his head as he waltzed around the table, full of nervous energy.

She leaned up onto her elbows , watching as he hit the joint then spun around, kicking at the dirt and exhaling the smoke from his lungs heavily “y’alright?” She asked curiously. He nodded curtly, passing her the half smoked joint silently. “ liar.” She deadpanned, taking the joint and holding it between her lips for a moment, assessing him. He lifted his brows , incredulous. Has she really figured out his tells already?

He huffed, watching her as she exhaled smoke through her nose. “It’s just-“ he started, and nervously wet his lips. she smiled knowingly “told you so “ she cut him off, before gesturing apologetically for him to continue. He rolled his eyes with a small laugh “ I just feel guilty… y’know, you said you don’t care about what people think about me, or you for hanging around with me, but-“ he sighed ,continuing “but you should, cause they going to say horrible things about you but you’re beautiful an-and smart, talented and funny! you could have an incredible future taking pictures or doing whatever the hell you want. You don’t deserve this shit.”

She glanced up at him shyly as he dropped the compliments in her lap like it was nothing. “And you think hanging out with you is going to -what? Stop me from being smart ,funny and pretty? Hate to break it to you but you aren’t THAT influential of a cult leader Munson .” She joked to lighten the mood but he looked up at her, Exasperated and shaking his head.

“ I just don’t want to ruin your future, because I don’t have one.” He confessed guiltily , standing close enough to her now that their knees brushed. She sat up abruptly, grasping the collar of his jean vest firmly to keep him from backing away, and to hold his attention.

“ First of all” she began, “ You aren’t going to ruin anything, they already think I’m fuckin’ weird. Plus you’ve already improved my music taste , my days at school and my work environment.” She let her hands fall awkwardly, resting her palms on the table behind her again, suddenly aware of the lack of space between them. “And you do have a future “ she leaned back onto her hands slightly, feeling nervous“ It's just not planned out yet, but we can work on that. If you want my help. “

He sighs heavily and swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly and he lifted his shoulders to shrug. she tilts her head and bites her lower lip“ I find your lack of faith disturbing “ she quoted, one hand moving to tug gently on a strand of his frizzy hair. He chuckled darkly “ such a nerd” he teased before glancing down at her smirking lips for a moment. It was a mistake because as usual, he couldn’t look away. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he thought about biting that plump lower lip. She glanced up and caught sight of his lustful gaze and that was all she needed to encourage her to sit up more fully to brush her red stained lips to his softly, testing the waters.

He let out a pleased grunt in surprise , before quickly tangling one hand in the wild curls at the base of her neck and pulling her closer to press his lips more firmly to hers. She reached up to tug firmly on his collar and he leaned down to press his forehead to hers gently, his hair falling like a curtain around them. Her hands released their grip on his collar and ran down his chest, fingernails scraping softly.

He bit at her lower lip softly and as she gasped he gently licked at the bite. As her lips parted he slid his tongue out , just to taste her and she responded in kind “ you are a minx” he groaned against her lips as he pulled back slightly to catch his breath and she smiled up at him, hands resting precariously at his belt.

“Weren’t we supposed to eat lunch with your -uh- friends?” She asked breathlessly. He shook his head, diving back in to kiss her again. She kissed him back briefly before shifting backwards, teasingly escaping him. Eddie did his best to follow, pushing his chest against hers, climbing onto the table and pressing her into it gently. Her fingers found his belt loops pulling him closer still. “This is so much more fun.” He breathed against her skin, lips exploring her throat and she giggled as his hot breath tickled her skin. she went to playfully push him away but he grasped both of her wrists and pinned them to the table above her head.

“ In fact I don’t think we should go back to class at all.” He trailed off as he found a particularly sensitive spot on her neck and kissed it softly, before brushing his tongue over it. “ We could just stay here all day, nobody would mess with us” he was thinking out loud, speaking slowly against the soft skin of her throat.

“Eddie, we can’t skip, we have to go to class so we can graduate together ” she gasped and gently pulled her hands from his grip, pushing at his chest. He sighed but let her push him back upright, pulling her up with him. He took the opportunity to press open mouthed kisses to her kiss swollen lips, his hand moving from the back of her neck to her throat to gently slide down her body. Calloused fingers and the cold metal of his rings ghosting over her chest before falling to rest at her hip, pulling her closer recklessly hoping this would entice her to skip class with him.

His lips were insistent and she was nearly convinced that skipping wouldn’t be the end of the world, until the bell rang signaling that lunch was over and it was time to get back to their education. they broke apart hesitantly, she looked up at him through her lashes and sighed. He groaned breathlessly as the spell broke. “C’mon lover boy” She teased as she kissed him once more then pushed on his chest to get him to back up so she could get up off the picnic table.

He took a step back reluctantly, and picked up the long forgotten and burnt out joint from the ground to toss in the garbage, adjusting his jeans as subtly as he could. “You are going to be the death of me” He grunted as he turned back to her and saw she was adjusting the top of her dress that had slipped down to expose a peak of red lace.

Charlie smiled coyly and smoothed her dress before she reached up to brush his hair out of his face so she could cup his jaw and steal another kiss but was looking at her like a sad puppy. “ I’ve got something for you.” She told him as she released him and moved to sift through her bag until she found the binder she was looking for. His eyes lit up as she pulled out fresh print of the photo he had taken of her earlier . He traced his finger tip over her smile on the print before holding the photo to his chest dramatically and vowing to put it up in his room by his guitar. He tucked into his wallet carefully before tugging her back into his arms “you’re real cute.” He confessed before dipping to press his lips to hers.

“ Just make it through a few more classes and we can spend the whole afternoon together at the shop.” She pleaded as they broke apart at the sound of the second bell, signaling if they didn’t hurry they would be late. He reached for her hand and linked their fingers, He had gotten so distracted by her that he had forgotten he got to drive her home and to work.

They started the walk back towards the school building and He groaned at the thought of having to be on his best behavior, stealing kisses from your coworker when the boss was her dad was probably frowned upon. As if reading his mind she squeezed his hand and leaned over to press her lips to his ear “just think about the smoke breaks” she reassured him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth as they re-entered the halls of Hawkins high.

He sighed and let out a frustrated groan, turning to pin her against the nearest locker, pressing a lingering kiss to her already swollen lips. She chuckled softly and pulled back slowly to look around. Now it was his turn to feel his cheeks flush as the eyes of their classmates were drawn to them and their public display of affection. He had never really done this sort of thing before in all his years at Hawkins high he had been the dirty little secret of quite a few of his clients but never someone they wanted to publicly claim. She felt a surge of confidence, After harboring a secret little crush on him for the last few years, to have him returning her attention felt good, and maybe even made her feel a little defensive.

“Nobody bats an eye when Dylan or Steve or whatever other dumb jock made out with their flavors of the week in the hallway, what’s your fuckin’ damage ?” she barked at a crowd of cheerleaders staring and whispering about them, they gasped and dispersed muttered about how rude she was. Eddie laughed and gently pressed one more kiss to her lips murmuring “my tough girl huh?” before inquiring what class he was walking her to next. She ignored the flutter in her chest when called her his. She told him where her next class was breathlessly, smiling as he gently guided her through the hallways whispering against the shell of her ear about how much he can’t wait till the final bell rings.

Luckily for them the day sped by. The hardest was his last class, it was English and right across the hall from her history class. He sat near the door towards the back and from his vantage point he could see her through the windows in their classroom doors. She was in the front row, hand often stretching up in the air to answer a question. Eyes bright and focused, confident in her knowledge. He forced himself to drag his eyes back to his own paper and focus so that he could get that barely passing grade and graduate on time, with her and maybe plan some kind of future she would be proud to be a part of.

When the final bell rang she could barely make it out of the door of her class before Eddie had grabbed her hand and was dragging her towards the parking lot. “ Remind me again, when do we have to be at work?“ he asked, his thumb rubbing across her knuckles soothingly as they walked past the girls who had been staring daggers at them in the hallways before. She stuck her tongue out and held up her middle finger as Eddie pulled her away.

“Not for another hour and a half or so, I used to use the extra time to do my homework in the library “she gasped when he cut her off as they got to the van. He pressed a heated kiss to her lips before he opened her door for her like always. but this time his gaze was filled with lust. His hands lingered on her hips and ass as he ‘helps’ her into the passenger seat.

He tried his hardest to focus on the road and not speed but she started getting handsy. it started with her hand on this knee making it even more difficult to pay attention to the road “Where are we going Ed? she asked softly, moving her hand higher to rest on his thigh. His right hand dropped to hers and squeezed gently, before placing it back in her lap. “ Patience, we’re going to my castle, you can do your homework there if you really want to.”

He kicks up a cloud of dirt on the gravel road leading to the trailer park, pulling up next to his quickly. They had to demo his old trailer because it was condemned, so it stood out as it was newer than the others around it, nicer too since the government bought it for them.

Once he put it in park he sat still for a moment, staring at her intently, clearly deep in thought. She raised her brows curiously ”Ed?” She asked softly, unbuckling and turning to face him. He smiled dopily, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel for a second.” So I just-I wanted to talk to you.” He said, pausing as their hearts both raced in their chests. He mimicked her earlier actions and unbuckled, turning to face her.

He began again slowly, reaching for her hand “I uh -I just don’t want to share you. “ he said slowly, and she scoffed “oh that’s all? me either” She breathed and like a flash he was out of the van, scurrying round to open her door for her and helping her out. He was her loyal and dedicated knight after all. His hand wrapped tightly around her waist instead of its usual spot around her shoulders, fingers dancing along her side as he unlocked the door.

Charlie didn’t have long to take in the trailer, and it’s piles of mail, and pyramid of empty beer cans sitting beside the tv because he pulled her closer as soon as he knew they were alone. He dropped his head to her shoulder to press kisses along the strap of her dress. Her hands are pulling at his denim vest then his leather jacket, helping him shed them. He rolls his shoulders back to help her, hearing the heavy material hit the floor with a thump.

Charlie sighs, one hand buried in his hair to encourage his lips' hot trail against her skin, while the other pushes under his shirt. She felt him backing her towards the other side of the trailer, feeling his way blindly with one hand while the other kept her tightly pressed against him. When he found the doorknob he pulled back to take a breath and to see her in his room, Something he had only imagined in his wildest daydreams.

She glanced up at him, watching his eyes scan her so she walked backwards to sit on his bed , holding his gaze. He followed obediently, kneeling at the foot of the bed and unzipping her boots and tossing them over his shoulder haphazardly before joining her. He pushed her onto her back and caging her in, His lips pressed to hers firmly before traveling back down her neck and collar bone.

His lips were pressed firmly against the swell of her cleavage, fingers tugging the straps of her dress off her freckled shoulders and down her arms when he tried to say something she couldn’t understand. She tugged gently on his hair, reveling in the soft moan he made as he came up for air“ what was that?” She asked breathlessly, her legs wrapping around his hips as her dress rode up her thighs “y'know how I’m in a band?” He muttered , looking up at her almost shyly.

She smiled and cocked her head to the side curiously “ Of course, is that what you brought me back here to talk about?” She teased, rolling her hips up against his. He stammered, and swallowed, shaking his head. “ no -no I just, I wanted to invite you to our show before-“ he groaned as she rolled her hip upwards again, leaning up to brush her lips under his ear, effectively cutting off whatever thought he was trying to articulate

“oh you want your girl to be your little groupie, huh?” He gasped and nodded dumbly. She chuckled and shrugged before nodding. “sure , but I want joints for my sexual favors.” She joked and he dove in for another kiss “I’ll give you anything you want, woman. I swear” he groaned against her lips.

“ Have you ever- d’you want to-“ Eddie begins, his hands steadying her hips. “We don't have to-if you don’t want to. I’m cool just kissing you, and holding you like this. Or I could touch you, you don’t have to do anything.” He was rambling but he was incredibly nervous. He wasn’t a virgin but the opportunity to get laid didn’t present itself often. Most girl who showed an interest in him just wanted a discount or for him to be their secret hook up.

He didn’t want to rush this, didn’t want to push her away by asking for too much. She pulled him out of his thoughts by sliding her palm down his chest, stilling at the fasten of his jeans. “ not my first time-“ she confided as she undid his belt “ -had my first serious boyfriend last year, took my virginity, tried a bunch of stuff then he broke up with me two weeks later. ``Her hands moved to the button and zippers of his jeans and Eddies grip on her tightened as he grunted with anger at her confession, not understanding how someone could do something like that , but he couldn’t think about it for too long because she was pushing his jeans down and rolling her hips against him again.

“Eddieeee, focus on me , and take your clothes off please. We are kinda on a time crunch here” she begged, pulling his shirt upward. He pulled away to reach over his head and pull the back of his collar up and over his head before throwing himself eagerly back onto the bed, careful not to crush her. His hands reached for the hem of her dress, rucking it up over her hips and tugging gently to pull it all the way off.

He had to take a moment to take it all in, as he stood over her at the end of his bed, toeing off his shoes and struggling to suavely climb out of his jeans that were bunched at his ankles . His mouth hung slightly open as he took in her curves on display for him on the bed where he had touched himself thinking about scenes exactly like this. “ Take a picture, it'll last longer, '' she teased, sitting up and reaching up to cup her own breasts, pretending to pose like Bettie Page. He gaped at her and swallowed hard “ Could I really?” And she laughed, shrugging her shoulders. “ why not? You got a Polaroid?” And he was scrambling to search for the old camera he knew he had hidden somewhere.

He found it in his bedside table hidden by an unopened box of condoms, ripping that open and grabbed one, tossing it on the bed. “ You have to be in it too” she demanded, reaching for him as he squinted through the viewfinder and tried to get her in frame. “ What part of me?” He joked cheekily and she smiled wickedly up at him and wet her lips before replying“ any part you want. If you promise to use those on me later. “ she eyed the handcuffs on his wall and he nodded eagerly. “ whatever the fuck you want princess.``

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x oc #i am eddie munson trash #stranger things fan fiction #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson #a chance at a happily ever after fanfic #eddie munson x original character #eddie munson fluff

13 notes · View notes

mvncesa · 3 years

Text

not my sister and I trying to find my roommate’s old philosophy professor on social media because my sister thought he sounded hot

#( tell me to stop posting ; ooc. )#he wears combat boots and leather jackets to every class ??#and at least once every class showed the students pictures of his cat ??#I told my sister about this and she was like ‘I have to see him’

4 notes · View notes

veneli · 2 years

Note

OK I LOVE ALL OF THESE SM?? AKSJSBDAKJBSDKA

Imagine Delinquent!Angel is a transfer student but they've already got themselves a pretty hefty reputation...

They get paired up for a school project and David (as a defense mechanism) acts as tough as he can in front of them. David thinks he's fucked but Angel finds him charming and teases him a lot. David, thinking that this is some sort of messed up joke tries not to get bothered by it and just keep things going. Turns out Angel wasn't any bad student they were equally smart but with more himbo (idk what's the gender neutral term for himbo) tendancies-

Tsudere David is at full force and ngl i find that hella cute ~➰

(I imagine this is in college or university)

No school office has not heard of Angel. It's whispers all around: "Watch out for that kid, they're trouble in the flesh" "keep an eye on them" "Put them in the (mean professor's) class, he'll cut them down a peg"

but, Angel quickly became the favourite of the mean prof, managing to break down his serious walls with their marvelous brains. David, not really into school gossip and drama, has heard of this new transfer kid who seems to get on everyone's nerves, awe everyone, and manage to get straight As in every class they take, even in honours and co-ops.

In one particular class, call it Language101 or whatever, and David and Angel get paired together for the project that is worth like 60% of their grade for the semester. David looks at them, wearing a sweater, foggy glasses, sweatpants that probably haven't been washed in 2 weeks, a few piercings, and a small tattoo on their collarbone. Just another college student who's trying their best.

He doesn't even register that they are the "delinquent" that everyone talks about, until Ash or Milo bump him around that night in their dorms and ask him about it.

Or until he finds out that Angel rides a motorbike, has a bottle of liquor in their dorm fridge, a stash of stick 'n' poke in their room, a collection of combat boots, leather jackets (that look very similar to Gabe's) and profane stickers all over their helmets.

Angel: You dropped something. David: What is it? Angel: Your jaw.

And he finds that their house is very neat, with a room dedicated to textbooks, projects, and a very tidy and organized study area. The books are organized by college years and subject.

Tsundere David shows up the moment he feels the butterflies flutter. Normal David is in denial. Angel think it's cute and teases him about it as they work on the project. David flusters and denies it even more, and Angel dies laughing

#eli’s rambling #➰anon #redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted angel #delinquent angel AU #college AU??#tsundere david shaw ehehe

22 notes · View notes

postmodernbeing · 3 years

Text

Shingeki no Kyojin Headcanons: 104th training corps (College AU - Outfits pt I)

Hello, Postmodernbeing here. I decided to continue writing about this College AU , only this time, I'm making some outfits HCs, since I'm working in a oneshot and this visuals could be helpful. Also, it seemed like a lot of fun so I've decided to give it a try. Hope y'all like this. Much love.

IMPORTANT: I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin nor the trend of this outfits-displays, only this HCs belong to me. // Contains spoilers (for the icons that I used in some characters) // English is not my first language, so I ask for your patience and understanding.

Eren Yeager

Chains and rings of stainless-steel. Combat boots matching faux-leather jackets with studs and pins from bands.

Has a few flannel shirts (that he stole from Zeke, his brother doesn't mind, tho). But for the most part, Eren's shirts are from merch of bands with a few (handmade) changes.

Eren likes to sew badly on purpose some patterns or figures by following quick tutorials. All his clothes are modified or drawn over.

While his main looks are metal head alike, he also wears snickers, hoodies, sporty pants, and jackets to class. Pretty laid back, he looks as he just woke up from a nap all the time tbh.

Sometimes goes skating but he’s not that good, his skateboard is more of a fashion statement really.

Has both ears pierced around (lobe type) and tattoos on both arms.

It’s pretty obvious to this point, but I’ll say it anyways: Eren wears black religiously. Definitely he’s open to darker shades of any color, but must wear something black at least.

Mikasa Ackerman

Our girl wears black clothes mostly. She doesn’t have a preference between skirts/dresses or pants, but you’ll rarely see her wearing jeans.

Many skirts and ripped tights to match with platform boots or classic converse. Also owns a large wardrobe with different hoodie and shirt sizes and designs yet mostly in dark shades.

Lots of necklaces and rings with perforations to match, none in her face yet lots in her ears. Mikasa has only one tattoo: Azumabito’s clan logo.

Speaking about Azumabito’s, whenever she’s working with them, she wears faux leather jackets at most, and her classic red turtleneck. Nothing too exaggerated nor formal.

A total goth since middle school, and even though in college finds it a bit unpractical, she tries to keep it as loyal to her style as possible.

Books and notebooks are part of her attires. She’d be writing or reading at any time that’s possible. Not always about her classes, tho. She also likes novels and arts. An artsy goth, perhaps?

Armin Arlert

Sky blue is his color. Matching it with classy pants and blazers in clear colors.

His wardrobe looks like one that belongs to an aristocrats’ son. Some light-academia realness.

He can pull off some casual looks with sneakers but it’s more common for him to wear his oxfords, cap toes or moccasins to class, or anywhere really.

Cardigans, vests and blazers are his best friends as soon as autumn arrives. Always in colors such as beige, green, brown, and grey.

Armin is easily the best dressed from all his group of friends, and I’m not even open to discuss this. Let’s just remember his canon outfits throughout the four seasons. Even in a Modern AU he’ll keep being the king he is.

Not a big fan of accessories though. Except for his handkerchiefs that match his blazers. Since his grandfather used to choose his clothes, he taught Armin that a handkerchief was a gentleman’s must carry. Now he wears them only to pay his grandpa honor, as a lesson more so.

Jean Kirstein

King of brown jackets and turtlenecks. Really, his wardrobe is in such color harmony. It’s impressive.

Little to no accessories besides an occasional scarf or a single ring matching some bracelet.

Although he’s used to wear a consistent type of clothes and even colors, he wouldn’t dare to define a style for himself, is it boho? art hoe? dark academia? Maybe we’ll never know.

Zero perforations only because he’s scared of pain, but Jean is really drawn into them, so he uses fake ones for his ears sometimes. Has only one little hidden tattoo, made when he started college and lost a bet against Sasha and Connie.

Jean’s always stylish, clean, and smelling like cologne. He also has an extensive routine for shaving, combing his hair and trimming his beard.

Second best dressed of all his friends. Lowkey loves fashion but keeps it for himself (and Marco). Plus, in her mother’s house he keeps more clothes than his dorm' wardrobe can storage.

Marco Bodt

Colorful, youthful, and casual, that’s his style. Marco’s clothes reflect his joyful personality and every time he enters a room, he brightens the mood so easily.

A lot of denim and if he’s not wearing bright colors, you can be sure he’s caring something white with him (a bandana, a baseball cap, a scarf or his sneakers).

Shares with Jean a special appreciation for clothing, except Marco prefers more laidback and casual outfits.

Has no tattoos but recently got both ears pierced. He decided to since he really likes the earrings that k-pop idols wear.

If spring was a wardrobe, Marco would have it. I can’t stress this enough. Just so pretty and genuine.

Also, he definitely uses accessories (small jelly or colorful rings, bracelets of all kinds and simple necklaces) but there's more, he uses objects that are not meant to as accessories too. Such as band aids and small stickers around his face, skates in his backpack and flowers in his pockets.

Sasha Blouse

Unironically messy style. No matching patterns nor colors, different textures and sizes that made little to no coordination in her outfits. Unaesthetic is her aesthetic.

She likes baggy jackets and jeans with big pockets for snacks obviously, midi-skirts and graphic tees. Sasha is the definition of zero fucks given and still looking cute.

Of course, she knows how to pull off some cool outfits, it’s just that she doesn’t care that much unless is specifically required.

Not a big fan of accessories besides belts (maybe) and her backpack. Unless we’re talking about bucket hats that became a must wear thanks to Connie.

“Borrows” Nicolo’s hoodies/shirts that wears with her favorite threads. Then plays dumb when her bf asks her about his clothes. They both secretly love that dynamic.

Sasha plays it safe when it's about her hairstyle, also not a big fan of makeup -at least not the way Mikasa or Historia do-, but she’s open to try new things if her best friends dare her to.

Connie Springer

King of striped shirts and golden chains. His style is mainly urban and youthful. Conniegod remains unmatched in his awesomeness even in a Modern AU, if you ask me.

Owns a collection of sneakers that wears with his numerous printed socks. So creative and colorful.

Also, Connie has a small collection of unique shaped tinted glasses, also bucket hats and simple stainless steel chains.

Has small fun tattoos around his legs and arms, ears pieced but nothing too grunge. Speaking of which, he matches religiously his earrings with his chains that hang of his belt.

Usually wears dress pants or cargo pants. Anything but denim or really skinny fitted pants. Coincidentally, most of his shirts are loose too.

Definitely brings his skateboard with him all the time so it’s part of the outfit, really (Eren tried to copy that from Connie, let’s be honest). He’s so good at skating, and when he doesn’t feel like walking around campus, skating is always a good idea.

Part II here

244 notes · View notes

thedarkcoven · 3 years

Text

Mangled Secrets-Enjoy the Show | Part 1

Warning: None for this chapter really (maybe some cussing, tobacco use, and alcohol use) ~Sorry for any mistakes/typos! This is a Marvel AU :) - I do try to make my stories gender-neutral and safe for every person of color. There will be stories that are more based on female/pale skin and I apologize for that <3 It's just what I am used to writing since I was 12. I hope you guys understand

The sound of the pitter-patter of the rain hitting the windows of your new apartment filled your room while you put away your belongings. To new beginnings. The feeling of nervousness finally settled into your gut at the thought of the new future. The first classes for University starts tomorrow and you were beyond excited and worried. After finally getting settling in and ordering some dinner you logged onto the school's group page and introduced yourself. Your finger hovered over the enter button before finally collecting enough courage. Y/N: Hello everyone. I am new to Willow-wood University. I am 25, single, looking for friends, and if you share the same interests as me please feel free to give me an add :) It wasn't but two seconds after you posted it and you were already getting likes and hellos. Your phone kept dinging and then you got a chat bubble popping up. The guy in the picture looked pretty handsome. James Barnes: Hiya. I am a junior at uni. I could show you around if you'd like? You can join my friends and me for lunch. Here's my number by the way :) You felt butterflies in your stomach as you typed his number into the contacts and sent him a quick text telling him to meet you at the library at ten in the morning since that was when your class ended and the building was right by the library. He agreed and said he couldn't wait to show you around. After logging off from the website and plugging your phone up you told him goodnight and decided to shower. It wasn't long for the sound of the rain softly hitting against the glass to lull you to sleep, the sounds of thunder softly rolling in the distance as you snuggled up into your blankets and snoring ever so softly. You shivered, hugging your bag against you as the cool breezes of the Autumn air caressed your body, the air blowing your hair around. The music played into your ears as you stood waiting for James and checking the time quickly. A man walking toward you caught your attention. You could feel your face warm up at his appearance. He has long brown hair that was in a half-do with scruffy facial hair, wore a red-plum colored long sleeve with a black leather jacket on top of it, black jeans, and black combat boots. He smiled and waved at you then shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, as he came to a stop in front of you, causing you to pull your headphones out with a shy smile. He was much taller and bigger than you. "Hi. You must be James? It's nice to meet you." You stuck your hand out, blushing as he pulled his left hand out of his pocket and shook your hand firmly. "It's nice to meet you too, Y/N. Come on. Let's go meet up with Sam and Steve. What's your next class?" He asked, looking down at you slightly. "Art studies." "Ah. You'll have the class with Steve then." He smiled big. "He's been a friend of mine since childhood. He will make sure to help ya out and everything. He's been drawing for as long as I can remember." "I am just glad that you and your friends are wanting to help me since I am a noobie. I was scared no one would want to talk to me." He smiled and brought his hand up to his throat. You didn't notice until now that he was wearing a black collar with spikes and black nail polish on his fingernails. He adjusted the leather collar and let out a small hum. "People can be dicks. I get that. Hell, I was just lucky enough to be able to come here with my two friends. So where ya from, doll?" Doll? The nickname made your face turn red a bit. You cleared your throat to keep your voice from sounding shaky. "I-I'm from Salem, just a couple hours from here. Small town but I wanted to chase my own dreams. My family kinda disowned me because I refused to go down the path they wanted." "That's not nice. I'm sorry bout that, doll. You don't deserve that type of toxic behavior." You nodded in agreement. "Hey, Buck. This must be Y/N." You smiled at the blonde and waved slightly, feeling your heart drum against your chest at his

physique. The other man with a charming smile waved back with a slight chuckle. How were all three of them so attractive? "Nice to meet you. I'm Sam. This is Steve. It's nice to see some new faces. Surprised Buck didn't scare you off." Sam said with a small laugh. "Why would he scare me off?" "The way he dresses and Bucky can be a bit intimidating due to his staring problem." Steve teased. "Alright, guys. And hey I do not have a staring problem. Jerks." They laughed and Bucky gave a slight nod to Steve. "Show her to your class. You and her have the same one so I figured you wouldn't mind helping her out." "Of course. I'd love to. Come with me, Y/N. You can sit beside me too if you wish." You nodded and walked with him to the next building. You noticed Steve was looking at you then back to his sketchbook. You smiled slightly and continued to work on your art. The lesson of today was to draw something that you find beautiful in the room. You decided to draw the vase of purple and pink hyacinths. After class was over you handed in your work before Steve and waited for him in the hall of the building. He smiled and lead you to where Bucky wanted to meet up at. Your jaw dropped as you saw what Bucky was leaning against, a cigarette hanging from his lips, the smoke billowing from his lips as he spoke with Sam. Buck was against a black Ford Mustang Shelby GT350. He noticed you staring and smirked, taking the cig from his lips. "I see you like my car?" He chuckled and opened the door for you. You nodded and quickly got in. Steve and Sam chuckled as they got into the back through Bucky's side. I pulled my seat forward for Steve and smiled at Bucky as he got in after adjusting his seat. "It's beautiful." You admitted, smiling at Bucky. He smiled back and pulled out of the small car lot. "So where to, Buck?" Sam asked as he looked over at Steve who was drawing again. "I figured we could have some Chinese. I don't mind paying for us." He turned up the radio a bit then rested his hand on the center console, close to your thigh. "I got myself and Steve." Sam said with a smile. "I don't care to pay. save you some money." "I-I can pay for my-." You went to offer but Bucky shot you a look like 'don't you dare finish that sentence'. "O-Okay." You looked away and began to fidget with the edge of your hoodie. He made you feel nervous but not in a bad way. You weren't used to this kind of treatment. It was different and nice. At the restaurant Bucky had you sit against the wall of the booth and Steve sat in front of you and Sam in front of himself. You bit at your bottom lip as you waited for your soft drink and for Bucky to return with your plate since he offered to grab whatever you wanted to eat. Once he returned your stomach growled in excitement as he placed your plate in front of you. The waitress smiled and placed the drinks down and left before you all started digging in. Your first day of college was amazing. You couldn't wait for the next day and for you to see your new friends again. It felt good to be wanted for once. You fell asleep that night with the feeling of pure happiness and bliss.

#bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fanfiction #steve rogers #steve rogers au #sam wilson #sam wilson au #marvel au #college!steve rogers #college!bucky #college!bucky x reader #beefy!bucky #alternative!bucky #artsy!steve

37 notes · View notes

liquid-luck-00 · 4 years

Text

Last Name: Wayne

Bio!Dad Bruce

Day 9: Last Name: Wayne

@biodad-bruce-month

Ao3 ~~~ First ~~~ Previous ~~~ Next

~~~~~~~~~~

Why do I have time to school early mainly keep an eye out for little Miss Goody Goody. She knew that the moment that a little Dupain-Cheng showed up she would pull out the waterworks and everyone would be fighting over her to comfort her, and so very one would ignore the little Maribrat. What she didn’t expect was that Marinette showed up riding a motorcycle.

Hell she didn’t even know the girl could ride. That’s when most of her other classmates noticed her too. She was wearing a light brown leather jacket with what looked like neon pink piping. Comfortable blue jeans and a pair of dark gray combat boots. Her hair was just in a simple ponytail but that was definitely Marinette. Which means the other day that was probably her as well.

—-

Adrien, Nino, and Kim were the first to break out of the group and headed towards her.

“Hi Mari” Nino simply spoke rubbing the back of his neck.

“Mars are you OK?” Kim asked almost too soft explosive speech.

While Adrien simply just stood there. She gave them a smile like usual as she pulled her backpack over her shoulder. “Hey guys! Nice seeing you guys again.” She said, pulling out her phone, and grabbing her helmet. With that she simply walked off in towards class.

After that she didn’t even acknowledge any of rest of the class. Well how could she could ever since she took a step towards the school she was being stared at so she distracted herself by looking at her phone. However that didn’t stop them from trying to get her ‘attention‘.

Even though she was completely distracted, every attempt to push shown or even trip her failed, she seem to have gained uncanny sense of balance three weeks no one had seen her, Millie having to do with the constant sparring and Random prank attacks her brothers like to play.

At some point they seem to have just given up and followed her back to their homeroom where again she didn’t pay them any attention. She just walked up the steps towards her seat in the back and sat down.

“Girl why are you ignoring us we just wanted to say hi” Alya spoke out. Maria didn’t respond. However this seemed to throw the entire class into a fit of rage. “Mari really what’s wrong with you“

“Oh you only want to say hi, well where was that concerned when none of you showed up to my parents funeral, when none of you try to reach out to me during that time.” She said in a calm voice above a whisper. “Because you know what, oh yeah I don’t know about you but having the three people in my life who were my only family die unexpectedly tends to leave a person in the mourning. I was lucky that I had an actual support group of people who support me and love me but none of which are currently in this room right now.” Mari finished in the same calm voice leaving the entire class silent as if only just remembering yeah Marinette’s entire family died. There was no miracle cure to bring them back.

“No one really” Alya began to get angry, “are you kidding us everyone knows that Lila went last week to see if you were OK but you kicked her out“ at this Lila began to cry as if knowing that was her cue.

“Really I don’t remember anyone come to the states to try and talk to me?“

“What do you mean the states“ Lila asked tentatively.

“I’ve been in the United States for the past 2 1/2 weeks I haven’t been in France.”

In that moment Miss Bustier decide to enter the classroom and by her side Damian silencing all further conversation.

“Alright class as you can see we have a new student, would you like to introduce yourself?” Miss Bustier asked.

“Hello my name is Damian and I am from Gotham that is all.” He spoke in a bored tone. “Oh Qamri you forgot your tablet.” He whispered pulling the said item from his bag handing it to her and sitting down next to her. The entire class had been watching him and in turn this interaction.

“Thank you Mon Sol” she whispered in return.

“Okay” Miss Bustier clapped her hands to get the classes attention. “It is time to take roll” she went though roll but didn’t call me between Julia and Mylene, so of course Alya spoke up.

“Miss you missed Marinette, and she is on time”

“That is not the order of the roll now, Max Kante” she continued while the class broke out into hushed whispers, “Lila Rossi”

“Present” she called now the entire class was watching them as both still haven’t been called.

“Damian Wayne”

“Present” the class went silent watching her brother but nothing could prepare them for what would happen next.

“Marinette Wayne”

“Present” chaos erupted.

“You cant be a Wayne, your lying” suddenly everyone began to cowed their desk and was shouting at the two.

Just as suddenly the class went quiet receiving matching glare from both her and Damian.

“Honestly a simple search would prove my identity” Damian began “and as for my half sister it really is no concern of yours as to why she never told any of you” he growled.

“Holy shit” Alex yelled from her phone “He is the Damian Wayne”

“Wait is this why you don’t like Lila cause she’s dating your brother”

“If you are implying that I am in a relationship with that sausage haired harlot you are sorely mistaken”

“When did this lie come up because I don’t remember it before”

“What she is not lying!” Alya cried out.

“Honestly I don’t know how you deal with theses sheep Qamri”

“I don’t know how I’ve survived either.”

“Really we have wasted half of this class on this drivel, Madame may we begin the class or are we going to waste the rest of the time as well?” Damian spoke up hoping to end all of this.

Luckily Miss Bustier started the class attempting to reign everyone in. Their next classes were much more pleasant, mainly due to the teachers actually being competent. For lunch they happened to escape the school without being noticed and only returned right as the lunch bell rang signaling the end. By the time she and Damian went back to class the air was tense and many had changed seats. Lila still sat with Alya and with them on the left side of the class sat Adrien, Sabrina, Rose, Mylene, Ivan and Max. But on the other side sat Juleka, Chloe, Alix, Nathaniel, Kim, and Nino we’re now sitting on the right side of the class in front of her and Damian. Lila’s house of cards was beginning to crumble but that was nothing compared to what was to come.

~~~~~~~~~~

Taglist:

@mochinek0 @justafanwarrior @abrx2002 @ranger-gothamite @fantasiame @moonystars14 @mochegato @bigbeautifulandfullofsugar @maribat-is-lifeblood @iglowinggemma28 @miraculous-ninja @talutah0 @vixen-uchiha @danielslilangel @witchsblackfox @pawsitivelymiraculous @lizziejay @marinettepotterandplagg @colorfulmongerpsychicranch @dast218 @sassakitty @miyla-lokidottir @lilkymilky @tazanna-blythe @tired-butterfly @lozzybowe @smolplantmum @queencommonsense @loopingtangent @chez-pezeater @paintedhope7 @technicallyburninggarden @meme991001 @wannajointhecrabcult @melicmusicmagic @trippingovermyfeet @greatcatblaze @fidget-eep @miraculouslydumb @iamablinkmarvelarmy @laurcad123 @hauntedwintersweets @fc-studios

#bio!dad bruce wayne #b ! dbwm2020 #bio! dadbrucewaynemonth2020 #batfam #miraculus ladybug #dc x miraculous #ml marinette #mlb x dc #dc x mlb #miraculous x dc #class salt #maribat #marinette dupain cheng #damian wayne #marinette wayne #ml alya #ml lila

490 notes · View notes

ladykissingfish · 3 years

Text

Highschool with the Akatsuki

*Modern-Day*

Hidan

Behavioral nightmare. Fidgets, drops things, disrupts others’ work, talks during study/quiet times. Has to be constantly reprimanded for his inappropriate jokes and foul language. Sent to the principal‘s office so much that he was asked his opinion when the man was choosing new carpeting. Most of his friends are exactly like him, so if they’re in the same class they have to be seated clear across the room from each other. Can be a good student when he TRIES; but doesn’t see the point in trying, so will just barely be passing his classes with C’s and D’s. Skinny jeans and Vans with open flannel shirts over white or black tank. Wears a necklace with strange symbol on it, when asked what it represents he’ll say “my religion” but won’t elaborate. In the bathroom between every class grabbing “a quick smoke”. Dyed his hair silver as a joke in the 6th grade, has kept it that way ever since.

Kakuzu

As serious as a heart attack, no matter the situation. Incredibly tall and with a stern face; is almost always mistaken for being the teacher by new kids. Has an impressive collection of “old-man” sweaters. The stingiest guy alive with a buck; will actually make you hand-write him an IOU slip over borrowing 50 cents for the vending machine. Decent in all subjects but a star in Economics. Has one or two “friends” but doesn’t seem particularly close to them (or anyone else for that matter). Doesn’t talk a lot in class but when he does it’s usually because he disagrees with a point the teacher is making, and he isn’t afraid to debate him or her until he’s acknowledged as being correct.

Deidara

Deidara is one of those people who needs constant stimulation to keep him engaged in whatever’s going on. Since school tends to involve a lot of tedious repetition, paying attention in class isn’t something he’s the best at. Most likely to “finish up” his homework assignments five minutes before class starts. Grades tend to fall in the B-/C+ range. The type to always pick a seat that’s in the back of the room and/or closest to the window. Has a sketchbook that he carries around with him wherever he goes. Style consists of ripped jeans over fishnets, combat boots, fingerless gloves, band t-shirts and oversized pullover hoodies. Super-long hair tied back in ponytail. One of the first (and only) people at school to *openly* identify as pansexual; gets asked out a lot but always declines everyone because dating “would interfere with his artistic process”. Doesn’t speak a lot in class unless the topic particularly interests him, in which case he will ramble on and on until politely stopped by the teacher. His table at lunch will always be full because others are drawn to his energy and charisma. The art room is his home away from home; on a first-name basis with the instructor.

Sasori

The smart, quiet kid. Tends to keep to himself and always appears to be in his own little world. Doesn’t ever seem to be paying attention in class, but when the teacher randomly calls on him, he has the right answer every single time. Always gets A’s but will get upset over a “low A” (in the 90-94% range). A good budgeter of time and will usually manage to get most of his homework done at lunch or during study hall. Has a (small) core group of friends and not looking to add to it anytime soon. Wears a lot of khakis and long-sleeved shirts or sweaters (even in the summer). Because of his organizational skills, technical mind, and proficiency in using tools, he excels in woodshop; often informally used by the teacher as an “assistant” to help other students with their projects. Absolutely hates gym (his small stature and delicate nature make physical exertion difficult for him); this will be the only class he doesn’t try for an A in, as he skips it as often as possible.

Itachi

Dear God, the girls ((and quite a few guys)) are crazy over this boy. Is thought of as being brooding, and mysterious ... and gut-wrenchingly handsome. Very quiet, rarely speaks in class, but when he DOES, it’s always something deep and profound. Top student grade-wise. Long dark hair and soulful eyes. Style is all black, distressed baggy pants with chains, long-sleeved band or anime shirts, boots, fishnet gloves, heavy silver bracelets and rings. Is polite to everyone but only has a handful of actual friends. Submits poems and short stories anonymously to the school paper; always gets published. Is occasionally persuaded by his teachers to volunteer as a student tutor; line will be literally out the door from people seeking his “help”. Has friends in the drama club so will go to every single school play to be supportive, even if all friend did was lighting or scenery.

Kisame

Tall and athletic; captain of the swim team. Isn’t the most handsome guy but popular because of his personality. Not really the best student, but keeps his grades up enough to be able to keep playing sports. Sweatpants, Nikes, and Letterman’s jacket. The type to step in when he sees somebody getting bullied. Has a secret love for Orchestra music and likes to sit outside the band room when it’s members have rehearsals. Friends with/friendly to absolutely everybody. Will go through more than one tray at lunch. Shines the brightest during gym class. Also a surprisingly good cook; will voluntarily take Home Economics as an elective and be one of the best bakers in the class.

Obito

Known around school as “that one guy with the mask”. Was apparently in a bad accident as a child that left the side of his face heavily scarred; adopted the practice of wearing solid-color face masks to cover damage. Teachers are made aware of his situation so no one ever tries to make him take it off; although he will do so at lunch, at a table of his close friends. Smart and articulate, everyone turns to look at him when he speaks in class. Tall and moves quickly (and silently); nobody ever knows he’s there until he’s right behind them. Dark jeans, boots and will always wear a leather jacket or trench coat, even on ridiculously hot days. Doesn’t laugh a lot but when he does, the sound of it could make anyone fall in love. A big eater of sweets; will always have some kind of candy on him that he will quietly slip beneath the mask and eat during class. When caught by teacher, will claim he had low blood sugar, and because he’s a good student otherwise he won’t be questioned further on it. The type to, at the beginning of the school year, sign up for a ton of after-school clubs, stay in them for a week, decide they’re boring, and duck out.

Zetsu

Oddball kid who sits by himself and talks to himself more than seems normal. Teachers have learned early on not to call on him in class, because he’ll just sit there and give them a silent, intent stare until they move on to someone else. Surprisingly good grades despite never talking/participating. Wears cargo shorts, T-shirts and sandals with socks, no matter the weather. Always goes outside in-between class periods; sometimes misses class altogether just to nap under a tree with his face in the sun. Eventually founds and is “captain” of the school’s gardening club; not many members but the ones that do join are very environmentally conscious, modern-day “hippies”.

Pein

Legitimately has like, 9000 piercings. There’s not an inch of this guys face that doesn’t have a shiny silver stud in it. Red and black seem to be the only colors in his wardrobe; lots of button-up shirts and zip hoodies. Has a ridiculously deep voice and is always super-intense, even when just hanging out with friends. In group projects, he’s always very quickly designated as the Leader. In his group of friends, it’s clear he’s the Leader. Not the best grades but above-average. Spends a lot of time with the blue-haired girl; it’s always rumored that they’re dating although both parties have claimed to be “just friends”. A terrifyingly persuasive arguer; joins and becomes star of the debate team within a week. The type to ask a very deep, pointed question during class and change the entire course of the teacher’s lecture.

Konan

The type to have a lot of close male friends but almost zero female ones. Tends to be the “mom” amongst her group. Excellent student, always the top marks in her class. A lot of admirers but always politely turns down potential suitors. Some piercings but nothing very extravagant. The school used to have a very strict rule about dying one’s hair “wild colors”, but she dyed hers blue and led a successful protest regarding freedom of expression. Her favorite class is literature, especially when they get to the Greek Mythology and Shakespeare units. Does origami as a hobby; when bored in class will sit and tear up bits of paper or napkins and create gorgeous little flowers. Clean and organized in every aspect EXCEPT for her locker, which is a (legendary) jumbled and unholy catastrophe.

#the akatsuki #headcanon #high school #hidan #kakuzu #deidara #sasori #itachi #kisame #obito uchiha #zetsu #pein #konan

92 notes · View notes

p-artsypants · 3 years

Text

I’ll Handle This (10)

In Which Marinette Says the Thing

I was the most excited about this chapter and had most of it written already. :)

Also, I bumped up the rating a bit because there’s extremely mild nudity in this chapter.

(Ao3 | FF.net)

—

She looked fierce. Nails done, a cute, white skirt (that she hadn’t spilled her breakfast on!) and a red and white polka dot blouse. She was cute, she was hot, and she was ready to nab her man!

Said man walked into class wearing...

Oh boy.

A leather jacket, with no shirt underneath, a kilt, and knee high combat boots. There was not a single person that didn’t stare at him.

“Sup nerds?”

Nino entered with him, slightly chuckling, like he had heard a very funny inside joke.

Marinette gawked at him. “Adrien...”

“Aww! Pooh Bear! Look at how cute you are!”

Marinette’s initial horror in his appearance turned into excitement. He called her cute!

“Adrien, do we have to have this dress code talk again?” Miss Bustier sighed.

It turned out he did have a shirt on under the jacket. A black button-up. He untucked the flaps, and buttoned them, unevenly, to cover his sweet sweet bod. “Better?”

Miss Bustier shook her head, but urged him to sit down.

“Soooo,” Alya asked, with a wiggling eyebrow. “Are you wearing that kilt...properly?”

He grabbed the hem, squeezing his knees together to shuffle shyly. “You wanna see?”

Marinette burst into color. “Adrien!”

He laughed, “oh, I’m just kidding. I’m wearing boxers under this.”

“Alright everyone, get in your seats, it’s time to start!”

—

Marinette tried to do her very best to stay calm. But the very idea that a confession to Adrien would be happening today kept her distracted.

She stared at him, watching as he scrawled notes...in Chinese? He really was an overachiever!

The day passed in a crawl, Marinette fretting every minute.

Then the lunch bell rang, and students began to pack up for break.

“Adrien?” She blurted, her hands shaking.

He turned and looked at her, grinning, and lowering his sunglasses to flash her half-lidded eyes. “You rang?”

“Um...can we talk together? Er, go somewhere together to talk? I have something I want to tell you.”

His grin turned into a full tooth smile. “Of course! Where to?”

“Um...mom’s got stuff for sandwiches, if you want to come over.”

“Sounds wonderful!” He packed up his bag, and then held out his hand for her.

He wanted to hold her hand! Ah!

Nervously smiling, she put her hand in his, and let him lead her from the room.

At the risk of having a horribly awkward lunch, she took the lead, and led him upstairs to the slowly emptying third floor.

“What’s up here?”

“I...can’t wait anymore. If this makes things weird, you could probably catch up with Nino or the guys...”

He very gently touched her cheek. “I told you I wanted to have lunch with you, and I will. So say whatever you have to say.” He took his sunglasses off and put them on his head.

Marinette took a huge breath. “Now, I just need to know...who is the real you? Are you...is this who you are, and you were suppressing the rebellious, chaotic side? Or are you putting on a show?”

He blinked at her, eyes wide. “Whatever do you mean?”

“I mean...I support whoever you are. I want you to feel free to be you, and celebrate what makes you special, but...” she tucked some hair behind her ear, a nervous motion. “I just miss the boy I fell in love with.”

“Marinette...”

“I love you no matter what, though! I promise! I just...your kindness, your shy sweetness and honesty really captivated me. That day when you gave me your umbrella, and you went out of your way to apologize for the misunderstanding. You didn’t have to. I was the one that jumped to conclusions, but you wanted to make friends and get on the right foot with me. Your laughter, your smile...I was a goner.” She hugged the strap of her purse. “So this new version of you has been jarring, but...if I’ve been reading your signs right...?”

He pulled her into a hug. “Oh Marinette. Sweet, kind, thoughtful Marinette. You’ve figured me out. This is all an act. Except my attitude towards you. I feel the same.”

“You...love me?”

“Yes. More than I can express.”

She raised her head, tilting her chin and slowly closing her eyes.

The gag kiss during truth or dare was one thing, but Adrien would kill Plagg if he kissed Marinette in earnest like this.

Instead, he pressed a finger to her lips and smiled at her confused look. “Not yet. The timing isn’t right. If I could give you the world, I would. In fact, anything else, I’ll give it to you. You have my heart, and that will be yours as long as you want it. But I don’t think you want a relationship right now.”

“I’m confused...” Marinette said, her lips trembling.

“I want to protect you from my father and Lila. If I make you my girlfriend, they will try to hurt you to get to me. I’d hate to ask you to wait for me, since you’ve finally gotten the courage up to confess...but would you wait?”

Marinette reached up to hold his face, letting her thumb pass reverently over his cheek. How had she gotten so lucky to fall for a man so thoughtful? So loving?

“Adrien, I’d wait a hundred years to be with you. It’ll be our secret for now.”

He kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry. I know you wanted more from the conversation-“

“Just knowing my feelings are returned are enough. Thank you.”

He took her hand again. “You still want to feed me sandwiches? Do I still deserve it?”

“Of course you do...My Prince.”

Plagg almost retched, but he schooled his face into an adoring grin before he faced her again. “That’s adorable!”

“You like it?”

“I love it!” It was just cheesy enough for Adrien.

“Then that’ll be your nickname...in secret. No one else will know.”

“I think you’ll come to find that our little secret will be so much more fun between us.”

—

After lunch, Plagg and Marinette returned to school. They stopped holding hands as they approached the building, but they stood close and bumped each other coyly.

The behavior didn’t go unnoticed by Alya or Lila. But Alya was the only one to confront them.

“You two seem close,” she asked, twinkle in her eye.

“Oh, we just had a very funny lunch together.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep. Some great inside jokes. You had to be there.” Plagg sent a wink at Marinette and she seemed to swoon on the spot.

Plagg let her go back to her seat, ignoring the whispering from the girls behind him.

They thought he couldn’t hear them. He could.

Nino bumped his elbow. “Everything cool dude?”

“Absolutely. I’ll tell you later.”

—

Later came after school, of course. The second Plagg and Nino were away from school property, Plagg blurted out, “I’m a genius. I got Marinette to confess her undying love for Adrien. Boo-yah!”

“What?!” Nino shrieked. “Dude! She’s been trying to get that out for months! How on earth—no, wait. I know the answer.”

“Confidence.”

“And obvious flirting.” Nino scoffed. “Adrien always threw out the line, ‘you’re such a good friend’ in front of her. It was like wearing a big sign that said, ‘I will reject you!’”

“I’m right here, you know,” Adrien said, poking his head out of Plagg’s jacket. “And to my defense, I was trying to be faithful to—“

Plagg covered his mouth before he could accidentally reveal Marinette as Ladybug. “No excuses, lover boy!”

Thankfully, Adrien seemed to realize the mistake he almost made and nodded. “Fine, fine. I appreciate that you didn’t kiss her...again. So now what? Have we fulfilled that part of the contract yet?”

“Not quite.” He held up the ring. A paw print with three pads faintly shone on the surface. “Once a condition is met, you’ll hear the ring give its telltale beep and a pad will disappear. Once the paw print completely vanishes...well, you’ll be back in your own body anyway.”

“So...what do I need to do? She already confessed to me.”

This was a conversation better had without Nino involved. Of course he was a bro, and would be helpful for things. But Ladybug’s identity should still remain a secret.

“Nino...” Plagg began, with a drawl. “How much do you know about the birds and the bees?”

Nino sputtered. “HA! BYE!” And he made an about face and hurried towards home.

“Wait Nino!” Called Adrien.

“We’ll meet up with you later!” Plagg sang after.

Adrien looked to his body. “Please tell me you don’t have to...get up to some nasty stuff with my lady. Sure, it’s my body, but you’re like a bazillion years old and I was rather hoping to wait until marriage—“

“Calm down, Romeo. No, there’s not any hanky panky involved. I just needed to get Nino to leave without saying, ‘hey leave’. If he’s going to be suspicious, I need him on a whole other wavelength.”

“Okay, so if there’s no horizontal tango happening, then what are we doing?”

Plagg slipped the ring off his finger. “You need to spend time with her. Tell her or don’t. Just spend time with her outside of school and akumas and get to know her better. For an alibi, tell her that you haven’t been feeling well and you need to be in proximity of the Miracle Box. Then have her send her earrings to me so things stay even.”

“Will she go for that?”

“Probably. You know her better than I do.”

“What about the ring? Don’t you need to wear it because we’re switched?”

“Nah. It should be alright for a little while. It should stay with my body though.”

“Okay...I guess...I’ll go see Marinette.”

“Have fun!” Plagg wiggled his fingers in a farewell and started walking to where Nino had disappeared.

Nervous as all get out, Adrien fled to the bakery, trying to figure out what he was going to tell Marinette.

When was it appropriate to come clean? How long should he wait? Should he blab at all?

Soon, he was hovering above her trap door, and peering inside. Marinette sat at her desk, music playing as she worked on homework. Her head bobbed to some tunes.

“Okay, she thinks you’re Plagg. So she’ll welcome you in and listen to what you tell her. And if she finds out you’re Adrien, then she loves Adrien and everything will be fine. Right? Right!” He psyched himself up.

Using his poorly practiced phasing powers, he entered her room and came to float by her desk. “Hiya pigtails!” He chirped, in the typical Plagg style.

She jerked, before turning to him. Her eyes landed on the ring and widened with surprise. “Why do you have that?! Is Chat okay?! What’s wrong?!” She stood, and nearly knocked over her chair.

Even Tikki looked surprised.

“Everything is fine!” He rushed to rectify. Then he remembered Plagg’s crafted lie. “Mostly. I haven’t been feeling very good, so I think I need to be closer to the Miracle Box for a little bit. I brought the ring for you, if you would send Tikki to Chat for a little while. That way he’s covered in case there’s an Akuma attack.”

Luckily, she bought his dirty fib and started to remove her earrings. “Oh, well if you aren’t feeling well, that means Chat won’t be in top form. We can’t have that! Of course we can trade!” She took the earrings off and handed them to Tikki, before putting on the ring.

Adrien felt a tingle down his spine as the black metal turned rose gold on her dainty finger.

“Is he at home?” Asked Tikki.

“No, come with me, I’ll tell you.” And he escorted her up to the balcony.

“Did Plagg put you up to this?” She asked, once outside. “This seems like one of his hair brained schemes.”

“I mean...he came up with the excuse...but I thought Marinette’s confession today would fulfill one of the conditions of the contract, but it didn’t. Plagg said I should just spend time with her.”

Thankfully, Tikki was the nice one. She patted his paws. “I’m sure you miss her too. I won’t say anything. But I will be having a word with Plagg about this whole thing. He should know that body swaps don’t always work!”

“Don’t tell me that! I’m struggling as it is!”

“Sorry!” She giggled. “Why don’t you go on in. Be prepared though. She’s been all sighs since ‘Adrien’ returned her feelings today.”

If he could blush, he would have. “Oh boy...”

“Where am I going?”

“Oh, Plagg is staying with Nino now. He left home. And uhhh...Nino knows. About me, not Marinette.”

She scoffed. “That rascal.”

“Thanks for understanding, Tikki.”

“I’m understanding with you, because you’re the victim of a manipulative, chaotic creature of destruction and havoc.”

“He can be a bit of a turd.”

“What am I doing? You could be spending time with the love of your life! Now, go on!” Tikki pushed him towards the door before flitting off to Nino’s.

Suddenly faced with seeing Marinette again, and continuing to lie to her face, he sheepishly returned to her room.

She had ducked out for the moment, and he found himself alone.

Alone, but surrounded by dozens of pictures of himself.

Knowing about her crush put these photos in a different context, for sure.

“Just a fan” she said. She was a big fat liar too!

“Adorable, isn’t he?” Her voice grabbed him while he was off guard.

“Uhhh...I guess? For a human?”

She giggled, and set down the plate of cheese danishes onto her desk. “That’s Adrien. He’s kind of my boyfriend. It’s not official yet, but he loves me.” She smiled widely. “He told me just today.”

“‘Kind of’ your boyfriend? You’re okay with that?”

“He can’t date right now because of his father. But he asked me to wait for him. I’d wait a thousand years for him.”

His heart hammered in his chest. “What about three years? What if he can’t date until he’s 18?”

“That’s fine.” She said nonchalantly. “We can still hang out. We can focus on school and drama doesn’t have to come between us...”

“And if someone else available comes along?”

Marinette couldn’t know the real reason he was asking that question. She just fondly patted his head. “Sorry Plagg. I know you care a lot about Chat, but Adrien...Adrien means the world to me. I love Chat too, but in a different way. And he’s not available, not to me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Chat will always just be my partner. Can only be my partner. We couldn’t date if I wanted too. It would be too difficult.” She sat back at her desk and sighed. “It would hurt too much.”

Adrien was struck speechless. How was he even supposed to respond to that? Was that an admission that she actually did have some feelings for Chat Noir?

It didn’t matter. Not now. “I didn’t mean to put you on the offensive. I was just...curious, is all. I’m happy you’ve found someone who loves you.”

She smiled at him then, scooping him out of the air and scratching his cheek with her finger. “Thanks Plagg. I hope I didn’t come off as snooty. I know you care about Chat. But he can fight his own battles.”

Her words made him feel like garbage. She had no idea, of course. Because up until the body swap, Adrien’s battles were not being fought. They were purposefully not being fought, because he was too chicken shit to upset anyone.

“Yeah...he’s brave alright...” he muttered.

Marinette settled down at her desk and continued on her homework.

What was a boy to do? He sat on the desk, and helped himself to the cheese danishes.

They were almost worth the trip over here by themselves.

“Enjoying yourself?” Marinette asked, eyebrow quirked.

At that, Adrien realized with thinly veiled horror that he had been moaning.

Eek.

“These are the most delicious things I’ve ever had!” Or maybe it was because Plagg had only fed him Camembert until now. Sure, Plagg’s taste buds were attuned to the foul stuff, but after a while, the same foods over and over get old.

Marinette just smiled at him fondly and continued with her work.

Would it be odd to look at her? Would she notice? He certainly found it hard to look away. He couldn’t stare at her during school. Not as Plagg, and not as Adrien from now on.

She tapped her pencil against her perfectly kissable lips, scrunching her nose and narrowing her eyes as she studied the page. It was adorable, but more so, it was the same face she made as Ladybug, when she was trying to solve her Lucky Charm.

Was it hindsight? Or if he saw Marinette making that face, would he have realized it?

Would he have cared enough to look at her?

Of course he would! He argued with himself. Marinette was always special, and her being Ladybug only elevated her in his mind. It was a match that made sense. Of course she was Ladybug. No one else could be so…wonderful.

But faced with her, and not knowing what to say or how to begin to explain the truth, he had to ask himself the tell tale question:

Did he like Marinette now because she was Ladybug? Or did he always like her, and was only in denial?

He begged it was the second. It had to be.

Her qualities were the same. There was nothing about Marinette that made him recoil or actively deny her identity.

Scratch that, Marinette was ridiculously clumsy.

But besides that, they were the same.

“Thinking about something tough over there?” Marinette asked.

“Huh? Oh. Uh...yeah. You know how it is.” Like that made any sense.

“Right. Like I could understand the problems of a Kwami.” She teased. “If you need to talk, I’m all ears.”

Soon. Soon he’d explain everything. But right now, he was just too nervous and scared of her wrath. “Thanks Marinette. I appreciate it. But I don’t want to distract you from your homework.”

She shrugged a little, not wanting to pry, before going back to work.

Adrien and Marinette shared the cheese danishes, and occasionally talked as she worked. When she got severely stuck, he would throw her a few hints.

Then she stretched, finished. “Oh thank goodness! I’m so tired, and I could use a lazy evening.”

“Marinette! Dinner time!”

“Well, after dinner, I’d like a lazy evening.” She scratched Adrien’s head. “Let’s just hope there’s no Akuma attack.”

“Fingers crossed!”

“You’ll be fine up here alone?”

“Of course. Have fun with your parents.”

“Oh,” she wilted. “Should I tell them about Adrien?”

“Why not?”

“I’m just scared that my nosy parents will ask a hundred questions. And we’re not even official.”

“Maybe by mentioning it now, when it becomes official, it won’t be much of a shock.”

“And maybe we can avoid another disaster like when my dad got akumatized. You’re right.” She couldn’t help but sigh. “Well, I’ll tell you how it goes!” And she went downstairs.

Adrien sat on her desk, scanning the walls and taking in all of his pictures. She really loved him, didn’t she?

And how long had that gone on, and he never noticed?

Was it okay to snoop? Of course morally and ethically, no, it wasn’t. But he was technically her sort of boyfriend. It couldn’t hurt.

Right?

So he snooped. Just a precursory glance through her belongings. It was all very innocent.

Until he found the pink half-circle book. Her diary.

Maybe it was the influence of Plagg’s magic in him. Or this whole experience was turning him into a rascal.

But he opened the book and started to read.

The entries were pretty innocent too. Day to day things, balancing life as a superhero and a student. She mentioned him a few times. Using phrases like, ‘golden hair’, ‘handsome face’, ‘emerald eyes’, and ‘abundant kindness’. She wrote about the times they interacted. From him catching her when she tripped, to the glances they shared. Just the smallest interactions between them, she cherished.

It almost made his heart hurt with how moved he was.

And then there was an entry whose content made him feel a different sort of pain. She recounted a day he had not experienced. Her encounter with his akuma, Chat Blanc.

He read the pages, soaking up every heart breaking moment. All the cruel things he had said to her that he would have never known. Why hadn’t she said anything? Was it too painful? Or did…

Did she think he didn’t need to know?

The diary slammed shut as he was finishing the entry, and a very angry and embarrassed Marinette stood over him, glaring. “Little snoop.”

“Yeah yeah, cats and curiosity and all that. So sue me.”

She took the book away and put it in a box with a lid. “Remind me never to leave you alone in my room ever again.”

“Aw, you’re no fun.”

She walked away, heading to her dresser. “Are you like this with Chat, too?”

“Oh, I’m much worse. You have no idea.”

She laughed at him, and took her pajamas out of her drawers.

Then without warning, she took off her pants.

And Adrien’s mouth went dry. He watched as she slipped on her pajama pants, and then took off her shirt, and even her bra, before putting on a loose t-shirt.

He was not going to get that image out of his head for a long, long time.

She turned to him and started talking like nothing had happened. “So what do you want to do? I’m all done with homework, and so as long as there’s no Akuma attack, I can do whatever I want. What do you and Chat usually do?”

Adrien didn’t know how to tell her he didn’t really have free time. Plagg just looked up cheese blogs on his phone, or watched a movie while Adrien worked on homework.

“You pick. I’ll just watch if you want to play video games or design.”

“I’m actually kind of tired. I might just watch videos in bed.”

“Sounds fun! Can I join?”

“Sure! Whatever you want, Plagg.” Marinette climbed her ladder up to her loft and settled against her pillows. She pulled a fuzzy blanket around her legs and sighed in content. “Just what the doctor ordered!”

Adrien hesitated a moment, trying to decide where to sit. Her shoulder? Her stomach?

But Marinette took the choice away and patted her chest, just above her heart.

Eagerly, he settled, curling his tail around his body, and absorbing her body heat. She scratched between his ears and made him purr almost instantly.

This was heaven. When he got his body back, he’d lay his head here. Hopefully, she’d scratch his scalp just the same.

The videos played on her phone, just memes. Every time she chuckled, her chest would rumble with the noise, and fill him with joy.

He could hear her heart beating. The heart she had opened for him just today. A heart that he lived in.

And then her phone started flashing with a red light. And akuma alert!

“Uh oh!” Marinette clicked on the alert, checking out the details. “It’s a sentimonster! Come on Plagg, we can’t leave Misterbug out to dry!”

As she scaled the ladder to her balcony, he panicked. How was this going to work? Was she going to notice once they transformed? Would he be able to hear her thoughts like he could when Plagg transformed?

Would he look through her eyes?

She raised the hand with the ring on it. “Alright! Plagg, Claws out!”

Nothing happened.

“Um...Plagg, Claws out?”

“Oh.” Adrien gasped, “oh no.”

“Oh no what? Are you broken? Do I need to fix you?”

“No! I mean—sort of, but you already did your part! I’m just...”

“Plagg, what’s going on?”

He sighed, screwing up his lips and unintentionally showing his fangs. “Um...I’m not...I’m not actually Plagg.”

She stared at him, brows furrowing and eyes narrowing. “Then...who are you?”

“Promise you won’t be mad?”

“No guarantees!”

“Well, okay.” He gulped. “I’m...Adrien?”

She blinked. “Adrien? Like...no. No no no not like Adrien Agreste, my new supposed boyfriend?!”

“That’s me! Hi P-Pooh Bear?”

“What?!” She shrieked. “How?! When?! What—“ she snatched him out of the air with firm hands. “HAVE YOU BEEN ADRIEN THIS WHOLE TIME?”

“I mean, I’ve been Adrien my whole life,” he awkwardly chuckled.

“No, no don’t joke with me right now.” She sniffed. “How long have you been like this?”

“Um...about two weeks now. Since that day he came to school in a crop top.”

Marinette shut her eyes tight, a few tears slipping past her cheeks. “That long...”

“Marinette?”

“So it was all a lie? Plagg’s just—messing with us? With me? You don’t really—“ she squeezed her eyes shut and started crying in earnest.

“No! No Marinette! Of course I love you! I’ve always loved you, you know that! The second I learned you were Ladybug, everything made sense! I was so happy and I told Plagg he had to win you over. Please Marinette, this was never supposed to be malicious.” He nuzzled against her fingers, offering up a purr. “I promise.”

With her free hand, she wiped her face. “Alright, well suppose I believe you. What happened? Why are you like this?”

“I made a deal with the devil. Plagg, specifically. He said he was tired of me complaining all the time. So he said he could solve all my problems if I just agreed to it. Then I woke up in his body.”

“What problems?”

“Well...my unrequited love for you, for one.”

She blushed.

“My relationship with my father for two, and the third is Lila’s harassment.”

“Oh, I get it now.” Marinette sighed. “That’s why he was doing all those things...”

“You mean dressing like a moron and messing with Lila?”

“Yes. And flirting with me.”

“To be honest,” he scratched the back of his head. “I would have flirted with you earlier if I had known you were Ladybug. I liked you before, I was just trying to pretend I didn’t, because I wanted to be loyal to...well, you.”

She held him softly in her hands. “We’ve made a mess of things, haven’t we?”

“It was for our own good. Secret identities and all that.”

“You almost sound like you just repeat that to yourself, but you don’t believe it.”

“I had to repeat it to myself,” he urged. “Every day. Because I so desperately wanted to be with you, to spend time with you out of the suit. I was so lonely and I thought, if there was one person I could trust with my identity, it had to be you. But I wanted to honor your wishes. I just hoped to wear you down, eventually.”

She passed her thumb over his cheek and whiskers. “I had been thinking about it, ever since I became the guardian. I wanted to keep you safe, but if something happened to Plagg and you couldn’t transform, no one would know. I’m not upset with you, Kitty. Though I wish this reveal had happened a little more...mutually.” Suddenly, her eyes widened. “What are we doing?! We have a sentimonster!”

“Aw let him fight on his own! He deserves some sort of punishment for this and I have yet to come up with a good one.”

She chuckled. “Alright, fine. We’ll give him a few minutes and see how things are going.”

“You’re taking this better than I expected.”

“I’m in shock.” She chuckled, a little hysterical. “It took me so much courage to confess…and it wasn’t even to your face. That would happen to me.”

He floated out of her hand and nuzzled her face. “All that matters is that I know. We can’t be together quite yet, but the second I get my body back, I plan to make you mine.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely, Bugbear.”

She kissed between his ears. “Okay, My Prince. I look forward to it.”

The ring on her finger beeped, and a paw pad faded out.

“What was that?”

Adrien sighed with relief. “The condition has been met.”

“Condition?”

Just then, a swath of Ladybugs rushed over the city, righting whatever the Sentimonster had ruined.

“Well, looks like he didn’t need our help after all.”

Marinette laughed slightly. “They have been doing this a long time. It probably only took them this long to get it because of travel time.”

Adrien nodded. “So, just to clarify, you aren’t mad at me?”

“Of course not! It sounds like Plagg tricked you. Though I am mad at you for reading my diary…and watching me change!”

“In my defense, I was not warned you were going to change.”

“Still you could have turned around!” She blushed.

“Sorry, Bugaboo, I guess I was just a little star struck.”

She bopped him on the nose. “Now don’t try to flatter me to get out of being caught.”

A yoyo wrapped around the chimney above their heads, and Misterbug made his appearance. His very jarring, ancient appearance. He wore black leggings with a red loincloth around his waist. His shirt was cropped and had billowing sleeves. The mask was just a cloth that tied around his lower face.

“Well well well, I figured if you weren’t on the battle field, you were busy having a lover’s quarrel.” He smirked, the smile only creasing his eyes.

Marinette looked to Plagg. “Dearest Sunshine, do you mind terribly if I abuse your body?”

“Be my guest.”

Marinette wound up a punch and socked Plagg right in the shoulder.

“Ow! Hey, that actually hurt.”

“I hope you, you monster! How could you hurt my poor, sweet, innocent Adrien!?” She cuddled him close to her cheek.

Plagg scoffed. “Puh-lease. There is nothing innocent about that boy. Spots off.”

The pink light faded, and Adrien’s body remained. It was almost hard to look at him, even though she knew it wasn’t really Adrien.

“Oh, now she gets all shy~!” Plagg taunted. “I should have retransformed when I landed. Maybe she wouldn’t have punched me!”

“You deserved it.” Tikki said, flatly.

“Yeah, whatever. So? How’d it go?”

Marinette held out the ring. “It beeped?”

“Excellent!” He took it off her finger. “Two to go!” He slipped the ring on and took off the earrings. “Now I just have to focus on Gabriel and Lila. I think Gabe’s getting ready to crack. Lila though, I might have to push a little harder.”

“Thank you for the warning,” Marinette added. “It makes me feel better that I might not have to put up with her for much longer. So I can take a little damage.”

Adrien frowned. “Can’t I stay with Marinette a while longer?”

Plagg huffed. “I mean you could…but then you couldn’t see the absolute chaos that I planned.”

Adrien winced. “Ugh, fine. I’ll go with you.” He turned to Marinette, pressing a kiss on her cheek. “Bye Bugaboo. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay Kitty. I love you!”

Adrien’s heart nearly burst with love. “I love you too!”

“Gross.” Plagg gagged. “Alright, time to go! Adrien, Claws Out!”

—

Chat Plagg Noir returned to the Lahiffe residence, and swung in through Nino’s window.

Nino for his part, was nearly dancing in panic.

“You good, my man?”

Nino shook his head frantically. “There’s a policeman here for you! I tried to stall as long as I could, and said you were asleep and a heavy sleeper! But I think he’s about to burst down my door!”

“A policeman? What for?”

“I don’t know! He just said he had to talk to you!”

“Claws in.” Plagg walked over to the door, and exited, pensively watching the uniformed man in the living room.

“Did you have a nice nap?” The man asked, arms crossed.

“I did, until I was shaken awake. Is there a problem officer?”

“Adrien Agreste, you are under arrest.”

#miraculous ladybug #ml #fanfiction #I'll handle this #marinette dupain cheng #adrinette #adrienette #adrien agreste #adrien and plagg #body swap #identity reveal

49 notes · View notes

mysticalphantussy · 3 years

Text

Obey Me! HHS!AU

an obey me AU where the boys are human going to a regular degular high school? so original lmaooo

TW: mention of sexual harassment between a teacher and a student for Asmo, physical assault(it’s self defense but just in case)

Lucifer

He’s that super smart kid that’s condescending and a bit of an asshole but he’s hot and all the girls and gays love him

He’s the valedictorian. No one even came close to beating him. Not when he’s so well decorated

He’s student council VP, he helps organize all school events, he volunteers, he tutors others, won countless awards for his prowess in chess and chemistry, and takes all AP classes

If you’ve ever seen Ouran High school host club he’s Kyoya

He’s Diavolo’s right hand man and they’ve been friends forever

Gets invited out on weekends by other students and always turns them down because he’s busy

Nobody really understands how he does it. there are rumors that he’s a vampire and doesn’t sleep

Superlative: most likely to succeed

Mammon

He’s the stereotypical class clown.

he’s not as stupid as everyone thinks he is.

He needs more of a challenge because normal classes are too easy but he’s too lazy to take honors or AP because he enjoys having free time

Math is his strongest subject

He’s on the track team, he’s good in all individual events and is the last leg(person?) in the baton race because he’ll make up any time deficits

Nicknamed “the hurricane” because he’s the fastest person on the team and his hair is white

Only when his coach threatens to boot him from the team because of his grades does he get his life together and makes the honor roll. Everyone was shocked

Very competitive. Hates losing and won’t accept anything less than gold

Fashion icon. Pierced ears, leather jacket, combat boots. Surprisingly doesn’t ride a motorcycle. He also lives in his captains jacket on comfier days

Mammon’s always dating either a cheerleader or a football player

He’s a bit of a flirt, but he’s not as bad as someone we know

Superlative: class clown

Levi

WEEB

He’s not that weird kid that’ll Naruto run to his classes but he does wear anime tshirts to school everyday

He is the president of the schools anime club. He gathers his fellow weebs in the auditorium and they watch anime on the projection screen once a week

He’s in theater but he’s too nervous to perform so when play season rolls around he makes the costumes and shocks everyone with how amazing he is

He cosplays and he makes every thing himself, of course he’s amazing

He’s just really good with his hands in general. He’s an amazing artist and sculptor

The art teacher has requested less anime inspired art pieces and sculptures but still encourages him and his passions

His anime club friends mean the world to him

Gym class is mandatory but he sits out because he has “terrible” asthma

Has gotten his phone taken away in class for watching anime instead of paying attention

Superlative: most likely to survive the zombie apocalypse

Satan

He’s #2 behind Lucifer and the gap may be getting smaller due to his efforts

He may or may not have brought a cat to school once or twice

a lot of people think he’s a bit of an asshole, and they’re right

he knows he’s smarter than most and has a tendency to talk down to others... he’s working on that

don’t mention anything good about Lucy around him unless you wanna see him explode

he’s a nerd, 100% eats his lunch in the library

he’s the president of the book club

Don’t fuck with him. He may be a book nerd and a lot of people don’t know about his temper but...

He’s actually quite fit. He’s a boxer, it helps him channel his anger

The foolish people that try to pick on him end up with broken noses if he doesnt hold back.

He also knows to never hit anyone without witnesses so the teachers know the punch was justified

Superlative: most likely to take over the world

Asmo

One of the 2 male cheerleaders

The most flexible out of the entire squad

He’s a Flyer

Has flirted with every one on the squad on numerous occasions

They know he’s a flirt so they know not to take it to heart

He’s dated every football player and basketball player at least twice, except Beel. Not because Asmo didn’t try but because Beel said he looked like a handful 😂

Flirts with teachers too if it means he can get a good grade

He’s a bad student. He spends class time talking to classmates, texting or playing games on his phone

He does the bare minimum to stay on the squad(perfect 2.0GPA 😂)

Senior year, the history teacher enjoyed Asmo’s flirting a lil too much and tried to take it too far... it didn’t turn out well

Cheerleaders are athletes and while Asmo may look weak he’ll fuck you up

He knows that people think he’s weak so he takes martial arts

Not a lot because while he likes guys with big muscles he doesn’t think they suit him

Anyway, he grabbed that teachers hand and lowkey crushed it

That teacher never tried that again and gave Asmo an A all year(no the teacher wasn’t fired. You know how America is with males and sexual harassment, big yikes)

Superlative: biggest flirt and cutest couple with Solomon

Bubzie

Star quarterback on the American football team

Start forward on the basketball team

Strong AF

intimidating to freshman who’ve never seen someone that’s 6’4 and hella muscular

Carries his school stuff in his sports bag and snacks in his backpack

The lunch ladies love him, they give him extra large portions

He really is just a big teddy bear. The freshman usually steer clear but he helps them if they look lost and they realize he’s a nice person. Just tall, and strong

In the hall of fame for most 3-pointers in a single game

Also for the most sacks in football

Pretty good student as long as he’s got a snack so he can focus. When he’s hungry he falls asleep until the bell rings so he can hit up his locker for a snack or run to the vending machine

Will one hundred percent use a bathroom trip as an excuse to go buy something from the vending machine

Superlative: most likely to eat an entire buffet by himself

Belphie

That one emo-kid with the black hair covering one eye, black eyeliner, black shirts and ripped jeans

He’s also known for unintentionally intimidating the freshman

He listens to heavy metal and hates “cookie cutter” pop music

Always asleep in class. Always. Teachers don’t even bother trying to wake him up anymore

Everyone is genuinely shocked that he has all As and aces every test even though he’s always half asleep

He and Beel became friends when Beel was working out in the weight room and Belphie was looking for a place to nap and heard the band Beel was listening to and got excited

He never thought any of the lames at this school would know who SlipKnot was and the rest is history.

Beel makes sure to get Belphie lunch when he fired through the line otherwise he won’t eat

Nobody knew Belphie could smile until he and Beel became friends (my chest 🥰☺️)

If he sees anyone looking at him when smiling he’ll immediately start scowling again

Belphie will nap on the bleachers while Beel practices and then they’ll go get something to eat afterwards

He’d kill you if you ever found out, but he’s never had a real friend and he loves Beel more than anything.

People don’t understand that they’re really just friends, more like brothers tbh. They joke that Beel could be his big tiddy goth gf 😂

Beel knows belphie’s number 1 secret: he’s trained in classical ballet (his leaps are unmatched)

Superlative: most likely to burn the house down and unlikely combo with beel

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me levi #I think I’ll do the undateables soon too

66 notes · View notes

everlarkbirthdaygifts · 4 years

Text

Happy Birthday, king-peeta!

Happy Birthday, @king-peeta! We hope you’re having a wonderful day so far, and that you’ve got some awesome cake to look forward to later! To start your special day off right, the lovely @norbertsmom has written a story just for you!

Author’s note: Happy birthday @king-peeta. I hope you enjoy your High school au - popular!katniss and nerd!peeta fic. This fic is inspired by the movie Grease 2. Special thanks go out to my beta and my bestie, @mega-aulover.

Senioritis

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I’m leaning against my hand-me-down car in the senior student parking lot when my friend Delly pulls up in her pink convertible. She and all the other blonde haired, blue eyed cheerleaders held several car washes this past summer to raise the money to purchase that car and have it painted pink. Since the parking lot is so small, only seniors are allowed to park in it, so it’s somewhat of a rite of passage to drive to school senior year. The cheerleaders wanted to show up in style, or so Delly told me.

Delly and the rest of the squad hop out of their car with more excitement than anyone should have on the first day of school. The other girls gather around us as Delly gives me a crushing hug.

She releases me and asks, “What do you think, Peeta? Ready to rule this school?” The other cheerleaders cheer in answer as if she asked them the question.

I shake my head and chuckle. “I’m not ruling anything, Delly,” I reply. A pout forms on Delly’s lips, but before she can start her rebuttal, the roar of approaching engines grabs our attention. Delly wraps her arm around my waist as we turn toward the sound. She stands up on her tiptoes to see over the other kids in the parking lot while the other girls climb up to stand on the seats of their car to get a better look.

A line of motorcycles is weaving its way through the parking lot, drawing everyone’s attention. As they drive past, the cheerleaders squeal and wave then start whispering among themselves, but the riders don’t seem to notice. They pull into the row to the right of us.

As the riders dismount, I look through the crowd for my first glimpse of the girl I’ve been staring at since kindergarten. But I don’t see the object of my hidden affection. I look away thinking of how beautiful she is with the voice of an angel, although she doesn’t sing much anymore. The Mockingjays are the popular kids at school and they all stick together. You’d think that the jocks and the cheerleaders would be tops, but there’s something about a motorcycle club that makes everyone want to be a part of it.

The motorcycle closest to us is painted a matte black. It matches the rider’s outfit of black boots, jeans, and jacket. He removes his helmet and pulls out a comb from his back pocket and runs it through his slicked back black hair. Another rider, much taller than him approaches and slaps him on the back in greeting. The two boys could be brothers with their matching olive skin and grey eyes, but it’s a common look of the people from the Seam neighborhood. Just like most of the people from town have blond hair and blue eyes, me included.

I recognize the taller of the two as Gale Hawthorne, resident bad boy, and object of many girls’ affections. The cheerleaders call out “Hi Gale” in unison, but he doesn’t look their way. The other boy, Thom, looks over at us and frowns. I’m not sure what we did to deserve that reaction, but I look past him. I’m hoping to see one person in particular.

The next motorcycle is painted glossy black with red pin-stripes down the fenders. On the side of the gas tank is a picture of two axes crossed at the handles. The rider is wearing black combat boots, red tights, a short black skirt, and a black jean jacket. She gets off and removes her helmet to reveal short black hair tipped with red. She scrunches up her hair and makes it stand up in spikes. She looks up at the cheerleaders and gives a wide toothy smile. The girls jump up and down and wave. She quickly turns her hand around and flips them off making the girls gasp in surprise. She smirks and saunters off to link her arm with Thom and drags him toward the school entrance behind the other riders heading that way. Gale smiles and shakes his head. He watches them leave before he turns his attention to the last motorcycle that’s just pulling up.

The motorcycle is forest green with a golden bow and arrow painted on the gas tank. The rider is the smallest of the bunch and can only be the one and only Katniss Everdeen, my secret crush. Her worn brown leather boots are laced up to her knees over black skinny jeans. She’s wearing the same oversized brown leather jackets she’s had since the sixth grade. She takes off her helmet and her thick black braid falls down her back.

When she gets off her bike, Katniss looks over in my direction and we lock eyes for the first time. I hold my breath, wondering what to do next. I don’t know what I could possibly say to her if she ever spoke to me. I’m not cool like Gale or the other Mockingjays.

Gale leans down and whispers in her ear and her cheeks turn pink. She scowls as he drapes his arm over her shoulder. She elbows him in the side and ducks under his arm then storms off toward the school as Gale laughs and rubs his side as he struts toward the school behind her. I think I hear a few sighs from the cheerleaders as Gale walks away.

The first warning bell goes off, so we have to start heading into school. Delly drops her arm from around my waist and joins her squad in front of her car. “See you at lunch, Peeta,” she says as the girls wave to me and saunter off. Many of the boys from the cars around us rush to catch up to the cheerleaders and follow them. With a sigh I pick up my backpack and head into school, joining the mass of students.

This year is my last chance to talk to Katniss Everdeen. I’m just going to have to figure out how to do it.

¤¤¤¤¤¤¤

School goes on as I had expected. No great change from years past. Freshmen get lost, underclassmen get bullied by seniors who were bullied themselves in previous years, and the teachers are already counting down to the first vacation. I share 2 classes with Katniss, so it’s not as if I never see her. She sits two rows in front of me in literature and 3 rows over in history, but I have yet to work up the nerve to talk to her.

A few days later, Delly leans over the lunch table before the others arrive and whispers, “I know where Katniss is going to be on tonight.” Delly discovered my crush on Katniss a few years ago and has been scheming to get us together ever since.

“So do I, Delly,” I reply. “She’ll be wherever Gale Hawthorne is.”

“Nope,” Delly replies as she tears the lid off of her salad and starts picking out the olives. “Well, I guess, technically, yes Gale will be there, but Katniss is not with him; she never was.” She turns her head back and forth looking for eavesdroppers then gives me a sly smile. “ Katniss and the other Mockingjays are in an archery league at the rec center. They practice every night at 6 pm, with competitions every Thursday night.”

“What am I supposed to do with this information?” I ask and tear into my sandwich. “It’s not like I can just join their league,” I say around a mouthful of food.

“First, gross,” Delly says. “Second, you don’t need to join their league. You, me, and a few of our friends are going to work out at the rec center at 7. You’ll be showing up just as they’re getting ready to leave. It’s brilliant.”

“I don’t know, Delly,” I try to argue, but she’s not having it.

“We’re going, Peeta,” she says with all the authority of a head cheerleader. Usually she’s so sweet, but she can be fierce when she’s determined. “You said you want to talk to her this year. This is your chance.”

“Okay,” I agree, but I have a bad feeling about this.

We make arrangements to meet at the rec center since I have to work after school, and Delly has cheerleading practice.I might show up a little early just to watch Katniss before I get humiliated trying to talk to her.

Katniss’ POV

After dropping Prim off at middle school, I join the rest of the Mockingjays in Panem High’s senior parking lot. Johanna’s flipping off the cheerleaders as I pull up and Poor Thom is staring at them. Gale is teasing Thom about his crush on the head cheerleader, as if someone from that bubbly world would go for one of us lowly Seam kids. Johanna takes Thom by the arm and drags him into the school.

When I get off my bike I look over toward the cheerleaders and see Delly Cartwright with her arm around Peeta Mellark’s waist. Figures they’re together. Poor Thom doesn’t stand a chance.

I momentarily lock eyes with Peeta, and I’m thrown back to that fateful night six years ago. After my father died, Peeta Mellark was the only person to help us. Without him, we would have died of starvation. And I never thanked him.

Gale puts his arm around my shoulder, and he whispers in my ear, “Don’t you wish you were a cheerleader, Catnip?”

I feel my cheeks burn and tear my eyes away from Peeta. It’s too late to thank him now, he probably doesn’t even remember tossing me that bread. I don’t let Gale see that his statement bothers me, so I elbow him in the side and stalk off to class. I don’t know why I put up with him, but us Seam kids gotta stick together. I can’t wait until archery practice when I can shoot something.

School was the same as always, but after I get Prim home and we eat dinner I head up to the rec center for practice. I’m glad they have lockers to keep our equipment because I’d never be able to carry my bow case on my bike.

“Hey, Everdeen,” Johanna calls out to me as soon as I enter the building. She and Leevy already have their cases out of the lockers and are checking us in with reception. When I come back out with mine, Thom and Gale are also ready to go.

Practice goes as usual. We all shoot at the same time to keep us comfortable shooting close to other people, then we shoot in order.

Leevy goes first, since she’s the newest member on the team, then Thom, then Johanna.

“If we were throwing axes, I’d be the anchor here,” Johanna gripes after her turn.

“You’ll do great at the competition,” Leevy tells her.

“You just need to show up those rich kids,” Thom chimes in. That makes Johanna smile.

Gale is next, but he decides to challenge me for the anchor spot, so we have a shoot-out.

“I’ll take over the anchor spot one of these days,” Gale grumbled as we’re walking out of the archery range back into the lobby.

I check the clock and realize that we have only a few minutes before those perky cheerleaders get here at 7. I don’t want to run into them again. I overheard Delly telling one of the other girls in class today that she invited Peeta to join in their work out tonight. I don’t know if I could take seeing him in workout gear. He gets me so flustered at school as it is.

“Any time, Hawthorne,” I tell Gale, because truthfully, his competitiveness keeps me motivated. I need to be my best if I’m to make the archery team at Panem U next year. I’ll need that scholarship to pay for my tuition.

Our first competition is next Thursday. Those rich kids from Capitol prep, with their top end equipment always give us a run for our money.

“Any time? How about this Saturday. I take you out to lookout point. You give me pointers on shooting.”

“No thanks, Gale,” I tell him and push him away, because really, I don’t have time to date anyone, even if I wanted to.

“Seriously Catnip,” he says as he puts his arm around my shoulder. “You gotta date one of us Mockingjays. We rule this school, and since I’m the leader, and you’re the best archer, for now,” he says with a pointed look. “You and I belong together.”

“What do you mean, I gotta date one of the Mockingjays? Since when do you think you can tell me who I can date? That’s up to me,” I tell him, because seriously, who does he think he is? “You have no say in who I spend my time with.”

“Yeah, you tell him,” Jo joins in. “She can kiss anyone she wants to.” Leevy nods her head in agreement and Thom is looking uncomfortable at this discussion.

“Oh yeah? Who you gonna kiss, Catnip?”

I wasn’t planning on kissing anyone, but Gale’s arrogance is making me mad. “I can kiss anyone I want,” I tell him. “I’ll kiss the next guy who comes into the lobby.”

“Anyone?” Gale asks as a big smile comes across his face as he stares out the entrance doors into the parking lot.

I look out to see what’s made him smile and I see that creepy old security guard Cray walking up toward the door. Great. He’s always saying inappropriate things to the young girls who come into the rec center, but I’ll do it if it means putting Gale in his place.

I turn back and look up at Gale, “Anyone.” I set my bow case down and stomp over to the side of the door. If I catch old Cray off guard, maybe he won’t know what hit him and I can get away real quick.

“Go get him, Catnip,” Gale taunts as he elbows an uncomfortable Thom. Leevy looks nervous and Jo just looks angry.

I’m standing off to the side, waiting for Cray to come in. I can’t see him because I don’t want him to have any clue that I’m waiting for him. I brace myself when I feel the pressure change as the outside door opens.

Leevy squeals and I look over at the others.

I watch curiously as that smug smile falls off of Gale’s face. He almost looks angry. Jo is standing beside him laughing and yells, “Go get him, girl!”

The inside doors open, and I step in front of the person entering. And look up into not the gray eyes of old Cray, but the brilliant blues of Peeta Mellark.

Peeta looks down and smiles at me. He opens his mouth to speak, but before I lose my nerve, I stand on tiptoe and pull his head down to give him a quick kiss.

Peeta’s eyes widen as he realizes what’s happening. “Oh,” he says just before our lips meet.

I’m about to step back and apologize when he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me against his body, deepening the kiss. I feel my arms go around his neck and tilt my head to get a better angle. It’s the first time I’ve ever kissed a boy, and all I can register is how hot it makes me feel, warm and curious stirring inside my chest. Each kiss makes my need for more greater.

It's the sound of Johanna yelling, “Okay, Lovebirds,” that brings us to our senses. I step back and my knees go weak as I disentangle myself from Peeta’s arms. It’s difficult to look at him so I look around and see not only old Cray at the reception desk, but the cheerleading squad is here as well. They must have come in while we were, uh, otherwise occupied.

The cheerleading squad is giggling and whispering among themselves and Cray is leering at them. Delly is giving Johanna and Leevy a high five. Thom is shuffling his feet. He can’t keep his eyes off Delly.

I shake my head and come to my senses. I can’t let anyone know how much that kiss affected me, so I pat Peeta on the chest and tell him, “Thanks.” I give Gale a smirk and pick up my bow case.

Gale has murder in his eyes as his stare goes from me and then to Peeta.

I saunter off to the locker-room to put my bow case away to a chorus of blond giggles behind me.

Peeta’s POV

I can’t believe my luck. I just wanted to talk to her, and Katniss Everdeen just kissed me. And boy what a kiss it was, so much more that I ever dreamed it would be.

I watch as Katniss walks away, too stunned to go after her. I’ll have to talk to her at school tomorrow.

“Congratulations, Peeta,” Delly says when she comes bouncing over to me. “I had a feeling she might like you too."

I rub my hand across the back of my neck. “I don’t know. You think so? Why did she leave then?”

“Oh, who knows what goes on in her mind. Don’t worry about it. You got this, Peeta.”

“You got nothing, Mellark,” Gale barks. “She only kissed you on a dare,” he says as he stomps passed me out the door, giving me a shoulder bump as he goes by.

“What? That kiss was all for a game?” I ask, disappointed. Of course Katniss didn’t mean it.

“Don’t you believe him,” Johanna Mason says as she comes up. “He’s just a sore loser because she turned him down. I have watched that girl get flustered every time you’re around.”

Which shocks me. “Really?” I ask hopefully.

Delly and Leevy nod yes as Jo continues, “You just have to be patient. She’s a little skittish, but brainless will come around. You’ll see. Just give her time.”

I smile as I tell her, “Okay. I guess I can live with that.”

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #everlarkbirthdaydrabbles #everlarkbirthdaygifts #fan fic #by norbertsmom

90 notes · View notes

amalia2003sstuff · 4 years

Text

A very uncommon name

This is the first prompt of Soulmate September . @tsshipmonth2020

Prompt: “Your soulmate’s name is written on your wrist/palm”

Human, High School AU

Pairings: Romantic Prinxiety, Familial Creativitwins, Platonic Dukexiety, Background Romantic Demus

Warning: Kissing, Self deprecating, Bit of swearing (F word)

‘Virgil ’

That was the name written in purple on Roman’s wrist for all his life. A very uncommon name if you were to ask him. ‘Why?’ you may ask, well it’s because Roman never met a person with that name yet, and trust him, he tried.

All his life, since he could remember, he tried finding someone with that name, to no use. He always tried to learn the name of every person he met, which was not that hard, considering he lived in a small town, but none of them were named Virgil.

By the time he and his brother got to high school, he kind of gave up on finding his soulmate, but Remus didn’t.

That’s how he ended up in this situation, with Remus gushing about his soulmate, whose name was Janus, that he met while at a football match at the high school of the neighbouring city. By this point Roman zoned out.

“- and we went to a small diner to get some food, and then Janus’ cousin from England called, his name is Virgil, and he said-”

That got Roman’s attention “Wait, wait, wait. Did you say Virgil? As in ‘the name of my soulmate’ Virgil?”

“Uh yeah, it’s the same name, but I didn’t ask about his soulmate. I didn’t want to be too invasive. Anyway, Janus’ cousin said that he is moving to America. And guess what? He and his family are moving in our town”

“No way! I can ask him then. When is he coming?”

“I think in a few weeks, I’m not sure. I didn’t ask for details, I was busy with - ”

“Do not finish that sentence" Roman said in a threatening way.

----

A few weeks passed, and Roman finally heard the kids in school talking about the new kid, which was a big thing.

Roman’s new mission, find the new kid, which turned out to not be as hard as he thought. Virgil was in Roman’s math class, and just as luck had it, the only spot left in class was to be Roman’s desk mate.

During the class, Roman kept glancing at Virgil’s wrists. He thought he wasn’t noticed, until Virgil had enough and finaly snapped at Roman in a hushed tone.

“What do you want?”

“I was just - I - I just wanted to see something” Roman stuttered

“And what might that be?” Virgil was now glaring at Roman

“Well-”

“Boys! You two can finish that discussion when class is over. Pay attention!” The teacher snapped

They turned back to their work.

When the bell rang, Roman grabbed Virgil’s arm, before he could leave the class “Please come with me. I have to tell you something”

“Will you leave me alone after that?”

“If that’s what you want, then yes” Roman dragged him out of the classroom, to one that was completely empty.

“I think you’re my soulmate” Roman rushed out without waiting a single moment.

“Uh... look mate, you seem like a nice guy, but you’re not my soulmate”

“Just let me see your wrist” Roman huffed.

“Fine” Virgil pulled up his sleeve.

“Ha! I knew it!” Roman cheered.

“You’re my soulmate... What the heck, universe?!”

“Not the reaction I was hoping for...”

“Look, Roman,” Virgil sighed “you seem like a nice person, but you are not my type. This is a mistake”

“The universe doesn’t make mistakes, Virgil, at least give me a chance. We could get to know eachother, and if you still don’t want me to be your soulmate, I will leave you alone."

"Promise?" Virgil asked skeptically.

"I promise. Just give me one chance. Just a few weeks" Roman pleaded.

"Fine. You have two weeks. Don't make me regret it" And with that Virgil grabbed his things and left the classroom.

----

For the next two weeks, Roman would keep leaving gifts for Virgil, and if Virgil smiled and blushed the tiniest bits every time, it was his problem, and his problem alone. It's not like he kept all of them on the dresser in his room, without letting anyone touch them. No. Of course not.

In addition to the gifts, Roman would also throw in random rounds of twenty questions at lunch "To get to know eachother better" he would always say, and Virgil couldn't help but play along. It was ado- annoying in a fun way, if you were to ask him.

Right now, Virgil managed to get a break from Roman, and hang out with his cousin and his soulmate, who also happened to be Roman's brother.

"So" Janus started "How are things going with Roman?"

"As good as they can go. He keeps trying to make me like him, but..." Virgil trailed off.

"But?" Remus asked.

"But what if I'm not good enough for him. He's a nice person. He doesn't deserve to be stuck with someone like me for the rest of his life" He brought his knees up to his chest "He's kind and funny, and talented, and - and cute, and I'm... me"

"You're a fucking idiot" Remus said "Roman has been gushing about you since he even knew you were coming here - it's making me sick to be honest - and you think he wouldn't want to be with you?"

"Remus is right - surprisingly - you should really give this relationship a chance. I'm sure you won't regret this."

"I hope... Because I kind of have a date with him tonight" Virgil mumbled.

"Then tell him. Now come on" Janus pulled him off the bed "It's already 5pm. Go take a shower and me and Remus will pick an outfit for you that doesn't look like you just came from a funeral" He pushed Virgil into the bathroom without leaving room for argument.

----

Half an hour later Virgil peaked his head out of the bathroom, only for Janus to push an outfit into his arms and push him back inside.

"J, Remus, I don't think this outfit is a good idea" He shouted through the door after taking one look at the outfit.

"Just try it on. Trust us, you will look hot as hell" Remus shouted back.

Virgil resigned himself to his faith and put the outfit on, then walked out of the bathroom. He was dressed in black ripped jeans, with a purple crop top and a leather jacket on top of it. A pair of black combat boots was waiting for him by his bed.

"Good. Now sit" Janus instructed, pointing to a chair.

Virgil sat down and Janus started working on his makeup, while Remus worked on his hair.

They both pulled away from Virgil and high fived, right as the door bell rang.

"Well looks like your future boyfriend is here." Remus said "Have fun making out."

"We won't do that Remus" Virgil pulled his boots on, then Janus pushed him out of the room.

Virgil walked to the front door, took a few deep breaths, then opened it. "Hi..."

"Hey, Virgil. Are you ready to go?" Roman asked. He was wearing jeans, with a red button up shirt and red shoes.

"Yeah, but where are we going?" V asked.

"That's a surprise. Now come on." Roman gently took Virgil's hand and brought him to his car, opening the passanger door for him, before going and getting into the driver's seat.

----

Five minutes of driving later, they were pulling into the parking lot of the park.

Roman got out of the car and hurried to open the door for Virgil, then went and got something out of the trunk.

"A picnic?" V asked.

"Uh... Yeah. I know you don't like crowded spaces, so I thought this would be a good first date...Do you not like it?" Roman asked, sounding a bit unsure.

"It's perfect." Virgil smiled "Thank you."

"Oh ok. Come on. I know the perfect spot." Roman took Virgil's hand again and took him to the top of a hill, where they could see the sunset. He let go of Virgil's hand then layed out everything he brought.

----

After they ate a bit and making a bit of small talk, they were just sitting and watching the sunset.

Virgil was biting his lip anxiously, which Roman noticed.

"Is everything ok?" He asked "Is it the picnic? Was it too much?"

"I was just thinking." Virgil answer without looking at Roman.

"About?" Roman asked.

Virgil thought for a few seconds, then, before he could chicken out, turned and kissed Roman, which Roman returned after a few seconds.

When they pulled away, Roman was smiling "Well not the answer I was expecting, but I'm not mad that this happened. Does this mean you don't hate me anymore?"

"Hate you? Princey I never hated you. I just thought... I thought that I wasn't good enough for you. You're the perfect popular guy and I'm just the emo."

"Virgil, you're not just the emo. Not to me. These two weeks I got to know you, and you're more that your looks. You're snarky and sassy and funny and just so adorable. I really can't even put into words how cute you are. I- I love you, and I want to be your boyfriend, only if you want this too."

Virgil giggled "Are you kidding me? Of course I want to be your boyfriend!"

Roman smiled and kissed him again.

----

He may have gotten home and started ranting about the date to Remus, but that's entirely his problem. He was just happy he finally found his soulmate.

#remus sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #romantic prinxiety #platonic dukexiety #familial creativitwins #kissing cw #tsshipmonth2020 #deceit sanders #janus sanders #self deprecation #swearing cw #soulmate september

86 notes · View notes

werewolf-in-sweaters · 3 years

Text

"Good morning Remus, what may I get for you? Just your regular order?"

Remus had been coming to the Marauders Cafe since they had started their career as an English Professor at Hogwarts, which was three years ago now. In that time, they'd gotten to know the staff quite well seeing as how they came in every weekday to grab a coffee before heading to their first lecture and then on the weekends to eat breakfast and usually grade some papers. Since the beginning of term though the cafe had gained a new barista, a very cute short person with long black hair who tended to always be wearing a black dress, black combat boots, and a black leather jacket. Every morning for the past two months, this extremely attractive person had been taking Remus's order, and never once had Remus caught their name.

"Um, yes please, thank you."

As their name was written down on a cup, Remus finally decided to take the plunge and ask for the baristas' name.

"So, you've just been working here for what, two months now?"

"Oh no, I've been here for a little over a year, but I used to only work quite early in the mornings. I was the one who baked the fresh pastries every day. My class schedule changed at the beginning of term though so now I don't have to wake up quite as early", they laughed.

"Oh, do you attend Hogwarts?"

"Ya, I'm earning my Master's in visual arts at the moment."

"Nice, nice. I'm an English Professor there."

"I didn't know English professors were allowed to have tattoos."

"Well, I happen to know the headmaster quite well, and he doesn't mind, might have a few himself", Remus smirked knowingly. Their first year teaching at Hogwarts, the headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, had shown them a tattoo of the London underground he had above his left knee. "So anyway, I don't think I've ever properly caught your name in the time you've been taking my coffee order."

"It's Sirius."

"Well, hello Sirius, I'm Remus Lupin, they/them."

"They/she, pleasure to meet you," Sirius grinned as the other blushed slightly. "Your coffee's done."

As they grabbed the cup from the younger person, Remus was handed a small brown paper bag as well. Already flustered, they hurried out the door to their first lecture with a quick goodbye said over their shoulder.

Once they reached the school, Remus opened the bag to reveal a heart-shaped chocolate chip cookie. Smiling to themself, they pulled the cookie out of the bag and took a bite. It was heavenly, the pure amount of butter that had to have been in it caused the most wonderful melting sensation in their mouth. Lifting the coffee up to their lips, they noticed that something was written on the cup.

"Text me - Sirius"

Quickly pulling their phone out, they shoot off a quick text to the number written down.

Remus: Thank you, that cookie was amazing! How do I get more?

Sirius: How about you come by after your last lecture and find out ;)

With that, Remus put down their phone, never having looked forward to the end of the day quite so much.

#blissember2020 #baking #credits on instagram #wolfstar #harry potter #remus lupin #sirius black #incorrect marauders #incorrect marauders quotes #gender fluid #werewolf-in-sweaters

33 notes · View notes

i-do-trash-fanfictions · 3 years

Text

Character Creation: Thera

@pretty-meekish who made all of these wonderful questions!

(I didn’t do all of them btw. And I will do another sometime about Angelica!)

Guardians name: Thera

Age: I’ve never really thought about age. I’d say 21 in years she’s been a Guardian.

Race: Awoken.

Call signs/alias: Young Wolf

Pronouns: She/her (is fine with being referred to with they/them pronouns, just prefers she/her)

Class: Hunter

Preferred subclass(es): Solar or Stasis

Ghost's name: Scout

Their Vanguard: Still doesn’t have one

Fireteam name: Doesn’t really have a name for her fireteam, since she doesn’t really consider it one in the first place ( because it only has one member)

Fireteam teammates: Angelica (or Ann)

Favorite legendary weapon: Drang

Favorite exotic weapon: Riskrunner

Favorite ornament armor set: Luxe

Do they prefer being close, mid, or long range: Thera’s fine with any of them, though she likes close combat or mid combat the most.

Do they lean more "Element of Surprise" or "Upfront and Aggressive": Upfront and aggressive, definitely.

Strikes, Gambit, or Crucible: Crucible, though she plays Gambit just as much as she plays the Crucible.

Who was their mentor(if they had one. If it is a character you created, tell us about them!): Both Zane-2 and Sora (both characters I created) were like her mentors. Sora was an awoken warlock, who was the oldest of the three, and like a mother figure to Thera. Zane was an exo hunter, and was more like an older brother. Unfortunately, both died fifteen years ago.

Who are they mentoring(if they are. If it is a character you created, tell us about them!): Thera is like a mentor to Angelica, or Ann, a young hunter who arrived at the Tower months ago.

What ship do they have: After Cayde’s death, Thera got the Queen of Hearts.

What is their Sparrow:

Favorite Ghost shell: She really likes the Tangled Lights shell.

Favorite shader: Dust mine was the one she used the most when she was still young, but now she switches between a bunch of them, as long as it has purples or blues.

Favorite color: Purple

Favorite food: Thera secretly likes anything with cheese.

Favorite piece of Pre-Collapse tech(if they've seen any): Zane-2 had a vinyl player that she now owns.

Favorite Pre-Collapse music(if they've heard any): Classic rock.

Favorite place in The Last City(if it's a place you created, give a little description!): Thera doesn’t go to down to the City often. Mostly she chooses to go adventuring instead. But when she does, she goes down to where the children play, usually with Ann and/or Shaxx. They like to play games with her, or hear some of her stories.

Favorite NPC(s): Ikora Rey, Amanda, Crow

Favorite patrol location: Anywhere in the EDZ

5 things your Guardian likes(can be anything): Pizza, MARVEL movies, any kind of oldies music, fiction books (usually fantasy), and pretty earrings (dangle ones, though she doesn’t get the chance to wear them all the time).

Least favorite food: Spinach, or like, most vegetables

Least favorite patrol location: Anywhere on the Moon

Least favorite NPC(s): Spider

5 things your Guardian dislikes(this can be anything): Our modern day pop music (or at least, she thinks she hates all of it), the Hive (especially ogres), romance movies, romance books, and getting her picture taken.

Your Guardian has to rest. What is their living space like: Because she’s the hero of the Red War, once they got the City back, she got a bigger room in the Tower. It’s a single large room with a decent sized bed (not really a queen, but not really a twin either). There’s two desks (one in the front of the room, and one in the back), a big bookshelf, and a kitchette on the West wall with a small round table that can fit two people. She also has a comfy sitting chair that sits by the bookshelf for reading and writing. There’s also a bathroom with a bath/shower, unlike other bathrooms which only have a small bathroom with only a shower. And there is a closet.

Does your Guardian have any casual wear?(Y'all remember Polyvore? The website URSTYLE works very similar if that helps!): Thera has a bunch of casual clothes that she has tucked away into her small closet. A few formal wear, which are dresses (usually purple or black), casual wear which consists of dark pants and either a t-shirt or blouse (which is usually worn with a leather jacket of some kind), and lots of boots. And some clothes for when she’s going to be doing a lot of fitness based things, which are shorts and a tanktop with tennis shoes.

What hobbies and/or skills does you Guardian have: Thera likes to cook and bake in her free time.

What would your Guardian's lore book be called: Secrets of the Wolf

Where was your Guardian reborn?(If you created the location, give us a little description!): She was reborn in the Cosmodrome where the game starts off.

What were they wearing when they were reborn: An old t-shirt which had a design on it but it was severely faded, black jeans, and tennis shoes that were very dirty.

What was their reaction to being reborn: Basically something like, “I haven’t a clue what’s going on here-”

What was their reaction to their first rez: “Is the tiny headache normal? And the queasiness? Do you ever get used to that?

After being reborn, did they meet friendlies first or hostiles: Hostiles. Lots of Fallen.

Who was the first other Guardian they met?(Same thing! If you made them, give a little description!): She met Cayde first of course, along with the other Vanguard, but besides them, she met Zane-2 first.

Did your Guardian get reborn with, or find, any indication of their past life? If so what do they have/found: All Thera remembers is her name.

Going back to your Guardian's lore book, what would be some some quotes or passages from their book: Probably a passage talking about her past before she became known as a hero, back when Sora and Zane were both alive. Her thoughts on certain rules the Vanguard have made about diving into their pasts, and things like that. Another passage talking about her depression and trauma that she went through.

Does your Guardian have a significant other: Crow, though it is to remain a secret as of now. Only Ann and Osiris know about it.

Did your Guardian go explore first before going to The Last City? If so, where to: No, she headed straight to the City.

What was their reaction to first seeing The Last City: She was amazed. Amazed at all the Guardians, and at the Traveler, and the city itself, and more.

Is your Guardian a part of a clan: Nope.

If your Guardian would have a quote as a flavor text for a weapon and/or piece of armor, what would they be: “Shoot aliens, and look good doing it!” Probably on a fancy looking gun.

If your Guardian has had any interactions with any civilians (The Last City/The Farm), Eliksni, Cabal, Vex, Hive, Taken, Scorn, Rouge Lightbearers, or Iron Lords/War Lords(if your Guardian is an Old Light) tell us about it!: Thera has a few friends down in the City. Not exactly friends, since they don’t really hang out, but people she goes to when she needs help and they know they can go to her. For example, she has one friend who owns a restaurant in the City, and at Dawning time, she uses the kitchen there to make snacks for everyone that’s important in her life. There’s also a woman who owns a sort of thrift store and Thera goes to shop there all the time, so they both know each other and will talk from time to time.

How does your Guardian feel about themselves or others using Stasis: She believes it won’t hurt anyone if they use it every now and then, but that Guardians shouldn’t use it all the time. Switch back to the Light a majority of the time.

Where did they go and what did they do during The Red War: Thera was the Hero of the Red War. The one to get the light back and fight against Ghaul.

Here are some characters that are either polarizing or have created a strong enough mass emotion within the community. What opinion does your Guardian hold on each of them(These are only a handful of characters!)>>>

Osiris, First Warlock Vanguard, originally exiled: She thinks of him very wise and listens to every word he says. She knows that she can talk to him.

Eris Morn, Bane of the Swarm: Thera and her both relate to each other because of the trauma they’ve been through, so they both know that if they want, they can open up to each other and the other will understand.

Cayde-6, Sixth Hunter Vanguard: After the death of Sora and Zane-2, Cayde was like the only really close friend she had left. Cayde would always make sure she was alright. If she got enough sleep, if she ate that day, ect.

Ikora Rey, Second Warlock Vanguard: Ikora is another older sister figure. She usually confides to Ikora here and there about her ideas on events.

Commander Zavala, Second Titan Vanguard: Though the two don’t always see eye-to-eye, Thera respects him, and understands that he has a lot of worries on his shoulders, especially right now.

Saint-14, legendary Titan, First Titan Vanguard: Thera finds him a good person to hang out with. She’s fed the pigeons with him once or twice to relax.

Lord Saladin, Iron Banner handler, One of the last remaining Iron Lords: Thera trusts him, but doesn’t always agree with what he believes.

Lord Shaxx, Crucible handler, Hero of Twilight Gap, living megaphone: She likes hanging out with him. He always knows how to get her into a good mood if he knows she’s upset or angry.

The Crow, New Light, Ex-Enforcer to The Spider: She feels sorry about the things he’s gone through when working for Spider. Now, he is secretly her boyfriend, though only few know it. Thera enjoys every second she gets to spend with him.

The Spider, The Shore's Only Law, founder of "House" Spider: Son of a-

Uldren Sov, Prince of the Reef, Master of Crows: She is a firm believer that Guardians are far different than who they were before, so she doesn’t think of Crow as Uldren. She didn’t like Uldren much at all.

Mara Sov, Queen of the Reef, Queen of the Awoken, Ex-Kell of Wolves: She was a bit of a b***h, in Thera’s opinion.

Variks, the Loyal, founder of House Judgement: She understands that he did not mean for Cayde to die, and has forgiven him.

And finally, does your Guardian have any advice for any New Lights: “Listen, for you hunters, fight well, and look good doing it. Warlocks, get ahold of any book you can get ahold of. I had a friend who believed that with enough studying, you may come across something that could help the Last City greatly. And for the Titans, stay strong and listen to the Warlocks. They know what they’re doing, but almost never listen to hunters. We’ll usually lead you into trouble.”

#destiny 2 #destiny #destiny guardians #destiny game #young wolf oc #destiny young wolf #young wolf

9 notes · View notes