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Game Nine - Longing -

Title : Survival Games Genre : AU, Angst, Fluff, Romance Pairing : Taeyong x You (reader) Beta : @listlessmaenads - She’s finally out of the dungeon and she was so quick so let’s all thank her for saving my poor soul. Summary : A deserted island and no hope left. There is only despair and this boy, Lee Taeyong, who seems to be the only survivor. You both were on the flight KAL134, from Auckland to Seoul. Words : 3802

Teaser - Discovering - Sharing - Thinking - Accepting - Hoping - Breathing - Missing - Treasuring -

Game Nine - Longing -

You suppress a gasp, not because you’re surprised but because you didn’t know.

You didn’t know how good it would feel to hear these words from him.

Taeyong was about to get up and leave again but your hand grabs his in a swift motion. He barely has the time to tell you to be careful of your injury.

He barely has the time to do anything before he finds himself into your arms. You’re crying, so loudly.

“Does it hurt that much?” he breathes, bewildered.

You chuckle and it sounds like a sob but it doesn’t matter. You let everything out, from the frustration of being locked in a deserted island to the guilt which takes over you as you finally understand how Taeyong feels.

“No, it’s not about that.” You try to articulate between tears and sniffs, the relief so strong it makes you feel exhausted. “I’m so sorry. I’m so damn sorry, Taeyong.”

He stiffens, arms reaching for your shoulders to push you away from him and all you see is confusion. His brows are furrowed. “What do you mean?” He doesn’t understand.

It almost scares him. Maybe it’s a farewell, maybe you’re sorry because he isn’t as important as you are to him.

You rub the tears, eyes bloodshot and cheeks moist. “You’re important, too. You’re fucking important and I’m so sorry it took me so much time to say it back to you.” You sniff, pained yet not even daring to look into his now shocked eyes.

Taeyong blinks, mouth opening and closing in evident distress. His tongue feels dry and his chest hurts so much he has to stop himself from coughing.

He isn’t even sure of what he heard.

So he doesn’t speak. He knows himself enough to keep quiet and not say nonsense. Taeyong’s legs hit the sand softly as he finally lets his body rest, muscles now soft and mind appeased.

You let your hands fall on your knees, the moistness gluing sand on your palms as you rub the skin in distress. “You probably don’t really care about what I’m saying now, or maybe I’m too late, but I miss you. So damn much.”

You don’t know why your throat gets dry or how hoarse your voice is now. Maybe it’s the whole situation, maybe it’s the exhaustion that makes your tears fall.

But as Taeyong slowly moves on the burning ground to wrap his arms around your neck and embrace you, you feel it.

The relief.

Life gets less complicated. It doesn’t take a genius to understand that Taeyong’s presence makes everything easier, from something as simple as getting food to lonely nights on the beach.

You feel thankful and cared for but Taeyong still seems different. He barely stays close to you and even though he always keeps an eye on what you do, it’s like there’s a barrier between you two.

You want to question him, especially one night when you notice how he seems to disappear when it’s time to sleep, only to appear in the morning, dishevelled and looking exhausted.

Taeyong chooses not to mention anything about this so you act like you’re not worried, too scared of whatever his answer would be if you decide to question him over it. Days go on and it’s the same, from early mornings to late nights. Taeyong avoids, hides, stays quiet but never forgets to get you food.

Johnny feels it. Johnny sees everything. The others are too busy to analyse the situation but he understands right away when he finds Taeyong observing from behind a tree, acting busy yet staring at your direction.

“What’s happening?” He asks out of the blue one night. Taeyong is by the sea, feet in the sand and hands playing with a tiny branch.

Taeyong isn’t surprised by the question. He knows his friend and how observant he can be but he also knows he hasn’t been very discreet so far. He tries, though. “What do you mean?”

Johnny chuckles, his long locks moving along his amused face. “The girl. You’ve been avoiding her and it’s surprising, considering how close you seemed to be a week ago.” Johnny’s smile deepens, “Taeyong is being Taeyong again?”

His friend laughs tiredly, it’s so like Johnny to be straight-forward.

“I’m not doing a great job here.” He admits, letting his guard down because maybe, just maybe, Johnny would be able to help.

Because Taeyong feels like a useless piece of shit.

“It’s a typical Taeyong move,” Johnny leans, hands touching the soft waves. “Avoiding the girl you love because now that she finally told you how she feels, you’re freaking out.”

“Am I?” Taeyong teases, a smirk growing on his usually expressionless face.

“Dude, you’re shitting your pants. It’s not that dramatic!” Johnny shrugs, eyebrows rising. “You survived a plane crash and you’re lost on an island with no mean to go back to civilization. If anything, you shouldn’t freak out about your own feelings.”

To this Taeyong hums, pensive. Johnny is right. The situation is dramatic and he should be panicking about a thousand things but nothing works.

Nothing works better than your eyes, staring at him like they are longing for affection and if he didn’t have any self-control, he would have given in.

“At least stop avoiding her,” Johnny concludes, stirring and complaining about small people using him like a ladder, “you’ll end up pushing her away another time and I don’t think you’ll like it. Also, Doyoung said it’s about time you get close to the girl because he will have to beat your ass if he sees you sulking one more time.” His friend laughs discreetly, finally getting up and patting a now scoffing Taeyong. “G’night bro.”

It’s true. Everything Johnny said screams reality for so many reasons, Taeyong thinks. This is why he hates himself, this is why he is so torn between coming back to you and unleash his inner soft side or keep a distance and act like he is unaffected.

Taeyong grunts one last time before aiming for the little camp where he finds you softly snoring.

He is in deep shit.

Lunch is always fun. You like being around everyone during lunch. They forgave your selfish past with Timothy and finally seem to open up to you. Solene talks to you from time to time, too. It’s awkward, weird and embarrassing, but you don’t care.

You’re so glad to feel included.

Only one thing bugs you. One very busy thing, which seems to be running everywhere this morning. You see it go from the jungle to the beach, carrying wood and teaching things to people.

Taeyong also seems to feel more at ease among the people in the camp. He smiles and nods cutely when someone shows him something, he offers to help the elderly whenever he sees one having trouble doing something and even laughs openly now.

He still seems so keen on staying away from you, though.

It’s disappointing but you can only blame yourself. Taeyong deserves none of your shit and even though you apologized, you can’t seem to forgive yourself for the way you acted.

Now Taeyong would rather protect himself and even though it hurts, you smile through the days.

Deep down though, you can’t deal with it. The probability of Taeyong running away from you is too harsh to handle. It’s true that he is still obliging, he brings you food silently, offers help when needed but never tags along enough to hold a conversation. It makes you want to yell in frustration because you crave proximity but there’s nothing you can do.

So you give up. You busy yourself too, spending days trying to find something useful to do. You lose yourself in the jungle twice but Taeyong doesn’t notice.

How funny.

Taeyong doesn’t deal with the situation well. He is glad you’re finally opening to the others and does his best to keep a safe distance. Johnny keeps on nagging him but it’s all clear in his head.

You’ve just lost your boyfriend. You can’t possibly see him the way he sees you.

He isn’t sure about that though, and Doyoung finds pleasure in letting him know how lost your eyes seem to be every time he sees you. Taeyong thinks it has nothing to do with him and his friends want to slap him for being so ignorant.

Taeyong refuses to accept the frightening reality and it makes him do the dumbest shit.

Sure, he is friendly, sure he is willing to help, but why is he so stupid he doesn’t notice the way Solene sticks to his ass every single day?

This is what you want to ask him but you don’t. You stay away from the two, even when the pretty girl hits his shoulder lightly when Taeyong makes a weird face. You don’t move when she tries to feed him a piece of sweet potato. It started out of nowhere and it’s shocking but deep down, you know there’s no way to stop this.

Taeyong is receptive and doesn’t run away from Solene. The latter continues, her giggles starting to sound annoying as time passes. You find it low that she would act this way when she witnessed how close you and Taeyong were.

But it’s not like you two were openly close to each other either.

You’re the one who ran away from him to be with your boyfriend. You left him on the island and considered running away.

It has always been the same. You get what you deserve.

It continues.

When Taeyong sees you struggling with a coconut, he doesn’t help because Solene calls him. When you come back limping from yet another adventure in the jungle, he doesn’t move as Solene apparently cut her finger with a knife.

Johnny magically appears every time, an apologetic smile painting his usually goofy expressions. He acts like he doesn’t notice the way you look at Taeyong and chit-chats for a while, before leaving you alone again.

You sigh every single time, before going back to another day of numbness.

Taeyong doesn’t know why this girl keeps on following him. From what he remembers she used to be close to you but now she spends all her days asking for help. Solene never mentions you and even though he is glad she doesn’t, Taeyong finds it weird that she would suddenly ask for help.

He isn’t the type of guy who refuses to help someone in need, but somehow it’s fishy.

“She likes you.” Doyoung tells him one morning. They’re both swimming around one tiny waterfall they found in the jungle. “She likes you and she doesn’t really speak to y/n anymore. You’re going to put yourself in more mess if you keep on being too nice.”

Taeyong rolls his eyes, hands massaging his scalp to clean it off the sand stuck into his locks, “She just needs help, like everyone else here.” He dives once, shaking his head as soon as he emerges from the water.

“She doesn’t. The last time Mark tried to help her, she told him she used to be a scout and knows a lot already. She wants you to help her.” Doyoung continues, his face overly dramatic yet he smirks. “Solene probably wants to get close to you because she noticed how you so desperately want to run away from y/n.”

“So what do I do? Do I ignore her? People will start thinking I’m a freak again.” Taeyong admits. As much as he loves being alone, he still doesn’t like how everyone used to run away from him.

Doyoung looks exhausted as he glances one last time at his friend. He gets up and starts walking away, “Stop being a coward and confess to y/n. I bet Solene will magically stop being clingy.”

“Y/n doesn’t have these type of feelings.”

Doyoung lifts a hand, his head slowly shaking “Dumbass.” He mutters, before sticking a finger into his ear to clean it.

Do you have feelings for him?

Taeyong wonders why he is so hesitant. He acts like he doesn’t see it but the look on your face says it all. You admitted that you missed him yet he could not bring himself to stay close to you.

Maybe he is scared.

Well, he is scared. Taeyong doesn’t know how to deal with feelings but this is getting too complicated for his liking. Solene sticking around every day drains him because he has no idea how to act. Part of him wants to be nice but then he sees you and feels like a cheater, the other part can’t reject Solene either, for her eyes always seem to shine whenever he shows her a new trick. She asks a lot of questions like he is the most interesting person around there and her eyes always shine when she looks at him.

He should feel flattered but he almost regrets all this.

So eventually he decides he’s had enough. You probably don’t want to hear from him ever again but he can’t keep on living this way. To hell with fear of rejection and other considerations.

“Are you going somewhere?” Solene asks him when he gets up from his spot near the fire. “Can I tag along?” she smiles, her hair floating as she turns around quickly.

Taeyong shakes his head, mind busy with sentences he will probably never say because he is stupid when it comes to interactions. He finds you kneeling next to what’s left of your belongings. You look tired and done with everything as you’re folding clothes. You don’t see him at first, eyes scanning the stains on what used to be your favourite tee-shirt.

Taeyong starts sweating instantly. “Hi.” He stutters, palms warm against the fabric of his jeans.

You look up, startled. What is Taeyong doing here and most importantly, is he talking to you?

You nod, silent.

“I…can I talk to you?” You see the way he plays with his fingers, like he fears what is about to come.

You honestly want to say yes, but you’ve been thinking a lot and even though you deserve what happened, you can’t help but feel like you’ve been played with.

You smile, not genuine and almost sour. “So…now you want to talk?” It sounds more aggressive than what you’d like to admit and Taeyong slightly flinches, not really expecting that kind of reaction.

It’s true that you want to talk to him but you don’t understand the way he functions. A couple of weeks ago he was talking big about how you shouldn’t let yourself die because you are important to him. He held you back as you were crying, rubbed your back, acted like he cared.

But he doesn’t. He ran away and lived his life like nothing happened.

“If you don’t want to…I can come back-” Taeyong tries, but you cut him before he can finish, the sentence already infuriating.

“No, no you won’t come back. You’d rather avoid me like I’m sort of disease and we both know it. I admit it all happened because I started avoiding you, but I don’t get how you always talk like you care when you don’t. Why do you open your mouth and don’t let me do what I fucking want if you’re about to act like I don’t exist the day after? What the hell is wrong with you?” You let it all out. It feels like you haven’t talked in ages and it’s such a relief. It makes you feel a thousand times lighter.

Taeyong is speechless. He expected some sort of uneasiness, but he never thought it would be this complicated. “I’ve always been there whenever you needed it.” He tries, not getting why you were so mad over his behaviour.

“Have you?” You laugh, almost looking scary. “When was it? Was it before or after being all over Solene?” You didn’t want to talk about her at first. You promised yourself you wouldn’t feel jealous but somehow, seeing Taeyong looking like he doesn’t understand your pain made you freaking annoyed.

Taeyong doesn’t like how you’re starting to accuse him. He straightens his back and his face turns blank. “Both. Before and after you tried to leave this island. I was always there, even when you decided I was some sort of disease so you could play perfect couple with that bastard.” It slips past his lips before he can think about it. He doesn’t know why he speaks like this, especially when your face turns pale as you get up angrily.

You’re no match to him. Taeyong can be the softest guy ever, but you’re not ready for him going back to his old self.

“I apologized,” You start, voice turning low and shivery, “and I’m still regretting.” You grab your clothes and sigh. Maybe it’s too messy. Maybe your relationship with Taeyong is so broken it can’t be fixed.

Maybe it wasn’t meant to happen in the first place.

“Forget it, Taeyong. I’m tired of being here and fighting with you. Forget I said anything and go on with your life. I’m sorry I was such a horrible person but you know what? I’ve always been a bad person so I guess it’s natural.” You conclude, tears ready to fall but you do your best to keep them in.

Taeyong takes a step toward you. “No. I’m not done talking to you.” He is calm, way too calm for someone who is ready to fight. “So you stay here and you listen to me.”

You open your mouth, anger rising again, “Don’t talk to me like you’re in the army again! I said leave it so you fucking leave it! Go do your thing for fuck’s sake!” the tears fall before you can calm yourself but you can only let your clothes fall on the floor.

“Are you done?” Taeyong stays composed, his hesitant moves now gone and confidence back. “Are you going to listen to me or should I let you yell some more?”

You’re confused. You’re so confused you can only let the anger vanish. “I don’t understand you, Taeyong. I’m trying to, but I can’t seem to get what is it that you want from me.”

“I shouldn’t have acted like this.” He starts, taking a deep breath in hope you’d let him finish. He sees you freeze, eyes wide open and bloodshot and it’s a mixture of exhaustion and pain.

It breaks him.

“I…you…I mean, I don’t know how to act. I don’t know how to act and it’s freaking me out because now that you’re back with me and you said all these things, it makes me want more and more and I don’t want to be pushed away again.” He finally admits.

You blink, honestly wondering where he is going.

“I can’t let you on your own but at the same time, the more I get involved, the more it makes me want to be close to you. I’ve never been this way and you know it. I’ve never been so close to someone that I don’t imagine myself on my own without them. Of course I’m scared so yeah, I probably made you feel like I don’t care about you. I just, I don’t know how this works! I don’t know if I’m important the same way you are to me.” Taeyong surprises himself. He isn’t used to be openly fragile and weak, he never had to even explain himself when it came to his feelings.

“It’s just so messy and you’re here. You’re here and you’re all I can think about. I’m sorry for being such a stupid person but you know what? I’ve always been stupid so I guess it’s natural.” He opts for a stupid comeback in hope it’d make you smile and he is relieved when your lips timidly twitches. “I’m so scared that once I let everything go, there will be no turning point for you and you’ll realize how hopeless I am,” he stops, rubbing his forehead and deciding he had talked enough for now. “Just don't think I don’t care because I’ve never cared about someone the way I care about you.”

You don’t know how to answer. Taeyong’s finally saying all the things you were doubting and now it makes perfect sense but at the same time, how could he even think so low of himself? He has been nothing but perfect with you all this time and you owe him your life. There’s no way you could ever think of him as hopeless.

It would be too long to explain yourself and right now is not the moment to be mushy so you cut the crap and go for it. “Are you in love with me?” you ask, arms limp by your side yet feeling tensed all of a sudden.

It sounds arrogant but before you can regret being so straightforward, Taeyong nods.

“I thought this was clear but I guess I’m not as smooth I intend to be.” He looks like a small boy lost in a huge mall. He glances around the beach, then at the trees around you and you cannot help but close your eyes in relief.

Your feet move on their own and you stop when you find yourself in front of a blinking Taeyong. He observes you intensely and tilts his head when you say nothing.

“You’re hopeless indeed.” You speak slowly and wait just enough to see his shocked face, but Taeyong cannot complain anymore.

Your lips feel amazing against his.

He needs a second to recover. You’re kissing him. You’re kissing him because you love him too. Your arms are around his neck, one of your hands is rubbing his scalp and pushing him toward you. You’re offering yourself and confessing your feelings at the same time and it feels so good.

His heart becomes erratic and it calls him back on earth, making him move and finally reciprocate the movements.

And oh god how it feels exactly like he imagined it would. Your skin is as smooth as it used to be, your frame is the same perfect one, stuck to his and complimenting his own figure. He doesn’t care about the lack of hygiene and how sticky he feels, he barely pays attention to you wriggling away when his hands brush your armpits, he doesn’t hear you mumble about how greasy your hair are and he definitely doesn’t hear the faint noises coming from the people walking by.

Time is nothing and so is he, lost in what he knew would be pure bliss.

You part from him, lips slightly red and breathless.

“I love you too, Lee Taeyong.”

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nazariolahela · 4 years

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Best Beloved: Chapter 5

A/N: Hey y'all! This is a PM AU I’ve been working on. It’s a bit different than my previous fic series and I’m really excited to try something new. I hope y’all enjoy it. This story is told in dual first-person narrative, from Kaia (F!MC) and Damien’s POV. The first half of this story takes place during Kaia’s freshman year and Damien’s senior year of college. The second half is two years after Kaia graduates. There will be sprinklings of canon in this fic, but we’ll try to step out of the box for the most part. Thanks for reading, and please leave feedback, and/or if you would like to be tagged.

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Series Tags: @burnsoslow @lady-calypso @irishwhiskys-blog @loveellamae

Synopsis: What happens when you find yourself crushing on your best friend? For years, Damien and Kaia have been friends, while secretly harboring feelings for one another. Everything changes one night after a little too much alcohol and years of pent up feelings. Can they control their emotions and salvage their friendship, or will the feelings they hold for one another destroy everything they have?

All characters are the property of Pixelberry Studios. Thanks for allowing me to borrow them.

Chapter Summary: Damien and Kaia meet for a study group, but the assignment isn’t the only thing they’re struggling with.

Kaia

“You’re late,” I said, my feet propped up on the table, as Damien shuffled across the library to where I was sitting. It was our weekly study session and we were supposed to start 20 minutes ago, but I was the only one in our group who had grasped the concept of time management.

“Yeah, sorry. This internship is kicking my ass. I had to stay late because we were setting up some new security clearance protocols. Don’t tell anyone though. That information is classified,” he replied as he slid the backpack off his shoulder. He took a seat at the table and shot me a panty-dropping grin. My body instantly reacted. Bastard. How did he keep doing that?

“Yeah, well Brad and Allison aren’t here yet either, so I guess I can’t be too mad at you.”

“You couldn’t be mad at me if you wanted to. You love me.”

I paused. Did he really just say that? He always knew how to push my buttons. Even when we were kids. It’s like he lived to get a reaction out of me. I cleared my throat awkwardly. “Anyway. We need to get the rest of this project done. It’s due on Monday. Did you finish your part?”

“Of course I did. What do you take me for?” he grinned, pulling his laptop from his backpack. I watched him from the corner of my eye as he set it on the table and opened it up, powering up the device. “I’m emailing it to you right now so you can add it to the final document.”

I had the unfortunate task of presenting the project to the class, so everyone sent their parts to me. It was my job to outline the project, then organize each part into our PowerPoint.

“Not gonna lie, this is not how I wanted to spend my Saturday afternoon. I have a very pissed off girlfriend right now,” he said.

I hid my smirk behind my laptop. I know, I know. It wasn’t very nice of me, but I got a little thrill hearing that Damien and Alana were having problems. It wasn’t that I wanted my friend to be miserable, but if he suddenly became single, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. I had nothing against Alana personally, but the few times we interacted, she was very cold towards me.

“Hmm...that sucks. So, I have Allison’s part. She emailed it to me last night, but I’m still waiting on Brad’s part. I put your part on slides 5 and 6 to transition from Allison’s slide, then we’ll put Brad’s part on slides 9 and 10 after my part. Then, we should be good to go.” I checked the time on my phone. Brad and Allison were over half an hour late. I sent both of them a text asking when they planned on showing up, then went back to laying out the presentation.

Damien and I worked in silence for several minutes. Occasionally, I would look up from my computer and sneak peeks of him. I couldn’t help but stare at his features. Even after all these years, my attraction for him never waned. He looked up and caught me staring; his lips turned up in a wide grin.

“Do I have something on my face?”

“Um...uh...nope. Y-you’re all good!” I replied a little too enthusiastically.

“Then why are you staring at me like that?” he smirked.

I felt my cheeks turn beet red. I quickly looked away and tried to focus on what I was working on, but I could still feel his eyes on me. My phone pinged, breaking the silence — and thank the gods — the tension. I grabbed it and saw a message from Allison. She mentioned that she wasn’t feeling well and would not be able to make our study group tonight, but that she would see us next week. There was still no word from Brad, which I was not surprised by.

I rolled my eyes and placed my phone on the table. “Well, Allison’s not coming. I don’t know about Brad, but I’m guessing if he was going to show up, he’d be here by now.”

Damien shrugged. “No biggie. That kid is a major tool anyway. Not having him here is a blessing.”

I giggled. “True, but we can’t finish without his contribution, so we’re stuck with him until we turn this stupid ass project in.”

“Yippie,” he said in a monotone voice. I rolled my eyes and went back to finishing up our presentation.

We worked for about ten more minutes until my eyes started to blur from staring at the screen. “Well, I guess this is a good stopping point for now. Until we get Brad’s part, this is as far as we can work,”

I stuffed my things in my backpack and slung it over my shoulder when Damien stopped me.

“Hey, you busy right now? Wanna go get a bite to eat?”

I cocked my head in confusion. Was he really asking me to hang out? I had offered to meet him for lunch or coffee outside of our study group several times, but he always had plans with Alana. “Uh…I guess. If that’s okay with you.”

“Obviously it is because I just asked you,” he smirked.

“Yeah, sure. You wanna go now?”

“Nah, I was thinking sometime next month. Of course, I want to go now. When else would we go?” His voice dripped with sarcasm.

I looked down at the yoga pants and hoodie I was wearing. “Well, I was hoping to shower and change before I go out in public.”

“You look fine. No one’s going to give a shit what you’re wearing. Besides, you’re technically already out in public, so it’s a little late for that,” he laughed.

I huffed. “Fine. Where are we going?”

“There’s a little bistro off-campus that has really good burgers.” He slung an arm around my shoulder, pulling me to his body. The feeling of him pressed up against me sent chills down my spine. I shuddered as he grabbed my backpack and handed it to me, then led me out of the library.

When we reached his car in the campus parking lot, he unlocked the doors and tossed his backpack in the back seat. I stopped in my tracks. He still had the same car from high school. All the memories of us riding around in this thing on Friday nights came flooding back. He moved to the driver’s side door, stopping to wait for me. “Are you going to get in the car, or are you just going to stand there all day staring into space?” He extended his arm and tapped his index finger to his wrist. “Time’s a-wastin', Park.”

Snap out of it, Kaia. It’s just Damien. But it wasn’t ‘just Damien.’ It was the boy I had been in love with for as long as I could remember. I moved slowly to the car and opened the passenger’s side door, sliding in. He smirked and started the ignition. We drove in silence, the only sounds coming from the radio. A song from our childhood started playing and we looked at each other with goofy grins on our faces.

“Remember the first time we heard this song? You wouldn’t stop singing it for weeks,” he said with a laugh.

“What? It’s a good song,” I replied, singing along and dancing in my seat.

I smiled at the memory that song brought back. It was the summer of 2009. Damien and I were in his backyard, hanging out in the treehouse he and his dad built a few summers before. Two of his younger sisters, Isabela and Carina, were having a sleepover, so he was hiding out. His sister Carina was my age and we were in a couple of classes together, so I was friendly with her, but I spent more time with Damien. The sun had finally set over the horizon so we decided to start up a fire in the fire pit and make S’mores. We climbed down the ladder and he pulled a lighter from his pocket.

“Why do you have that?” I gasped.

His eyes met mine and a smirk spread across his face. “I was smoking a J behind the school gym this morning, so I needed it.” He stared at me for a few seconds, watching my reaction, then burst out laughing. “I found it in the junk drawer in the kitchen, you dork. You know I don’t smoke.”

I leaned over and smacked his arm. “Not funny, Dames.”

“I disagree. I thought it was hilarious.”

“Whatever. Just light the stupid fire. I’ll run inside and grab the stuff to make S’mores.”

“Watch out for the slumber party,” he called back as I walked into the house. I made it to the kitchen and started rummaging through the cabinets, looking for the ingredients we needed. I found the graham crackers and chocolate bars but had no luck locating the marshmallows. I was about to go back outside and asked Damien when I turned and bumped into Isabela.

“Hey, Kaia. Whatcha doing?” she asked, holding several bags of chips in her arms.

“Dames and I are making S’mores. Where are your marshmallows?”

She set the bags of chips down and rummaged around the pantry before locating and tossing me the bag. “So, what’s going on with you and my brother?”

My cheeks instantly flushed. “Wh-what do you mean?”

She smirked. “You know what I mean. You two spend an awful lot of time together. Are you two a thing?”

“No. It’s not like that. We’re just friends,” I lied. Her cocked eyebrow said she didn’t buy my bullshit, but she nodded her head. I grabbed the bag of marshmallows from her hand and hightailed it back outside. "I Gotta Feeling" by Black Eyed Peas blasted through the portable speakers in the yard. I approached Damien sitting in front of the firepit, poking one of the logs with a stick. He was shirtless and the moonlight bounced off the muscles of his toned back. The sight made my mouth water. That was the first time I realized I was in love with him.

I was thrust back into the present by the sound of Damien killing the engine. I looked up and noticed we had arrived at the bistro. We exited the car and made our way inside, snagging a table toward the back of the restaurant. The waitress dropped off the menus and took our drink orders, before leaving us to decide what to eat. I pretended to peruse the menu, but my mind was on the guy sitting in the booth across from me.

“Order whatever you want. My treat,” he said.

“Huh?”

I looked up and he was watching me. He nodded toward the menu in my hand. “Don’t worry about paying. I’ve got it this time.”

“You don’t have to do that, you know.”

“I know,” he said softly, riling up the butterflies in my stomach. Our waitress returned a few minutes later and took our orders. Damien ordered the Maple Bacon Burger while I ordered the Mac ‘N Cheese Burger. The waitress left to put our orders in, leaving us alone again.

“So, now that we’re a month into the school year, how are your classes going?” he asked.

I shrugged, swirling my straw in my glass. “Classes are going well. I’m not ready to drop any of them, so that’s a plus. Dorm life is pretty fun, too. I got really lucky with my roomie. Her schedule is different from mine, so we don’t see much of each other, but one night a week, we hang out.” I tapped my finger against my chin. “It’s crazy to think that we’re already a quarter of the way through the semester, so that means I’m 1/32nd of the way through my college career.”

He laughed. “I guess that’s one way of looking at it. What else is going on? Any interesting guys catch your attention lately?”

My eyes shot up to meet his. Why was he asking me that? I went back to staring at my drink. “Uh...not really. There is this guy in my algebra class who asked me out, but I turned him down.” I peeked at him from under my lashes, unable to make out his expression.

***

Damien

I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. On one hand, I wanted her to find someone who would make her happy if I couldn’t. On the other hand, knowing that she wasn’t involved with anyone gave me a tiny sliver of hope. I know she wouldn’t wait for me forever, but I still liked that there wasn’t another guy capturing her attention. Jesus, I was such an asshole.

“So, what happened?” the words left my mouth before I could stop them.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s super nice and really cute, but I just couldn’t bring myself to say yes. Which is weird, because there’s definitely an attraction between us. My whole goal for this semester was to step out of my comfort zone.”

She looked up at me, those big, beautiful brown eyes staring into my soul. No matter how hard I tried to fight it, everything about this girl did things to me. Her laugh was like the most beautiful music to my ears. Her sense of humor was aligned with mine. Even her looks were enough to make other girls jealous. When she complained earlier about how she was dressed, I internally rolled my eyes. Even when she didn’t try, she still looked mouth-watering. She was wearing a pair of black yoga pants and a light pink hooded sweatshirt with the words “Rosé and Shine” written in gold cursive letters across the chest. Yes, I looked at her chest. If she busted me, I would’ve just said I was trying to read her shirt.

I awkwardly cleared my throat. “You should give him a chance. Who knows? He might turn out to be a great guy. We all know those are in short supply lately.” Gods, what was I doing? I knew it was the right thing to do, but saying those words hurt.

She nodded. “Yeah, I guess. Maybe he is great and we’ll be really happy together. I just don’t know if I’m ready to start dating yet. I think… I just...I’m not over...” she trailed off.

“You’re not over what?”

“Nevermind,” she shook her head and took a long sip of her drink.

The wheels started turning. Was she talking about me? I know she dated in high school, but Nadia told me those relationships never lasted longer than a few months. She suspected I was the reason for that. Yeah, I know it sounded a tad creepy, but I was able to keep tabs on her, thanks to her cousin’s need to gossip.

One particular moment was that first Christmas after I left for college. I received a text from Nadia asking if I was coming home. She then asked that I keep my distance from Kaia. When I asked her “why,” she told me that she was still upset about what happened after graduation.

But I didn’t care. I wanted to see my best friend. I dropped by her house to say hi to her parents. They always treated me like the son they never had. Her dad asked how college was going. I told them about my classes and the friends I had made so far. Her mom was filling me in about the neighborhood gossip when I caught a glimpse of Kaia hovering in the hallway. She looked like she wanted to talk to me, but I could tell she was embarrassed to see me.

We locked eyes briefly before she turned around and retreated to her bedroom. I waited a few moments then excused myself to use the bathroom. I stood outside her door, listening for any signs of movement, before lightly tapping on the door. I heard the springs of her mattress squeak under her weight, then the door swung open. She looked adorable in her red and white Reindeer pajama pants and white thermal top. My eyes briefly traveled down and I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“So, you weren’t even going to come to say hi to me?” I asked.

She shifted on her feet. “I don’t know. I figured you didn’t want to talk to me after what happened last time.” I watched as her eyes traveled up and down my body. It took everything in me to keep from pushing her into her room and kissing her. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t. Not only were her parents in the other room, I knew the whole age difference was frowned upon. And what if we did get together and it didn’t work out? I’d lose my best friend forever.

“You’re my best friend, Kaia. No matter what happened in the past, that will never change,” I replied.

“Even when I get drunk and act like a lovesick idiot?” She played with the drawstring of her pants, avoiding my eyes.

I gripped her chin with my thumb and forefinger, tilting her face up towards mine. “There’s nothing you could do that would ever make me want to stop being your best friend. And hey, I don’t hold what happened back then against you. Sometimes we do dumb things when we’re drunk.”

Her face dropped and it told me I had said the wrong thing. I brought my hand up and cupped her cheek and she leaned into my touch. The moment was interrupted when her mom called from the kitchen to ask me if I wanted some hot cocoa. I dropped my hand and gave her a weak smile, then backed away slowly as I made my way down the hall back to the living room. I looked over at my shoulder to see her still standing in her bedroom doorway, watching me go.

I was pulled back into the present when the waitress arrived at our table and delivered our food. The two of us ate in awkward silence, occasionally looking up at each other. After our plates were cleared, the waitress reappeared and I ordered a slice of cherry pie for us to share. When the pie arrived, we each took a fork and dug in.

“So, tell me more about this mystery guy?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood.

She chewed for a few moments, hesitant to talk about it, then finally spoke. “Well, his name is Hayden. He’s a freshman and a photography major. He’s from Upstate New York and has a Border Collie named Dipper. He also has a twin brother named Harley, but I guess they don’t get along. Nadia loves him and she’s been bugging me to go out with him for the last few days.”

I didn’t know this kid from Adam, but I instantly didn’t like him. Was it jealousy? Probably. Was I going to do anything about it? Nope. “It’s obvious that you like him, so why not go out with him. You’re overthinking this, Kaia.”

“Yeah, maybe,” she sighed and took another bite of pie. At that moment, Alana’s friends Rowan and Cecile walked by. They waved, then stopped short when they noticed it wasn’t my girlfriend sitting in the booth across from me. Cecile gave me a skeptical glance while Rowan looked on in shock.

“Hey, Damien. What are you up to?” He asked, looking between Kaia and me.

“Hey, guys! Just capping off a little study session. This is Kaia. She’s an old friend.”

He nodded. “Cool, cool. You guys going to Homecoming next week? Cecile is a candidate for court, so we were going to have a little get-together after the crowning ceremony. You and Alana should come. It’s gonna be fun.”

“Yeah, that sounds good, man. I’ll talk to her about it this weekend.”

Cecile cocked an eyebrow as if to call me out on my bullshit, but didn’t say anything. She narrowed her eyes at Kaia, then turned back to me. “Well, we gotta go. Tell your girlfriend, Alana, hi for us.” She grabbed Rowan’s hand and they walked out. I sighed. I was sure I was going to get a phone call about that by the end of the night.

“Well, that was weird,” she said. “Speaking of, what’s going on with you and Alana?”

Shit, where do I start? “It’s complicated right now. We’re taking a break.”

Her eyes widened. “You guys broke up?”

“Eh...Not exactly. We’ve been fighting a lot, so we’re taking a few days to calm down and re-evaluate the relationship. It’s not how I would have handled things, but she thinks it will give us time to,” I held up my index and middle fingers, making air quotes, “figure things out. She thinks I’ve been neglecting her, which I kind of have been. But she also thinks I’m cheating on her.”

“Wow...I genuinely don’t know how to respond to that,” she replied.

“Yeah, me neither.”

Kaia nodded silently, setting her fork down on the plate. She rested her elbows on the table and folded her hands in front of her face. “Can I be honest with you? This whole relationship seems really unhealthy. There’s a huge lack of trust on both sides. That’s something a break isn’t going to fix. If she doesn’t trust you to be faithful, your relationship is doomed to fail. So, it’s up to you to figure out how you want to proceed. If you think the relationship is worth saving, you need to prove that you’re a reliable partner, and she needs to work through her insecurities. If not, you’re better off ending it now. Especially before you two decide to get engaged or something.”

“I kind of already proposed to her though,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck.

“Oh,” she replied. “Well, you should think about doing some sort of premarital counseling before you get married.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because she said no,” I deadpanned.

Kaia went quiet. I waited for her to say something else, but before she could speak, the waitress reappeared to drop our check off and ask if we needed anything else. Neither of us spoke as I paid the bill and we made our way out to the car. I debated asking her what she was thinking but decided against it. We rode in silence back to the dorms. When I pulled up in the parking lot, she grabbed the handle to exit the car, then stopped.

“For what it’s worth, Dames, I am sorry about you and Alana. I might not like her, but you’re my best friend. And if she makes you happy, then I’m happy for you. If you ever want to talk about it, you know where to find me. I’ve been told I’m a good listener.”

I nodded. “Thanks. I appreciate that. And hey, let me know how things go with Hayden.”

She frowned slightly, then quickly covered it up with a smile. “Will do. I’ll see you in class on Monday. Have a good weekend.” She got out of the car and took off running towards her dorm.

I dragged my hand down my face. Get it together, Dames. She was my best friend. And I had a girlfriend. I got out of the car and headed toward my dorm. When I reached my floor, I swung open the door to my room and was met by the cold stare of my girlfriend, sitting on my bed, her hands folded in her lap.

“Alana? What are you doing here?” I asked as I moved into the room. She rose from the bed and made her way towards me.

“Cecile texted me.”

Shit. I knew this was coming. “Babe, it’s not what you think.”

Her eyes gave away nothing as she took a deep breath. “It’s not important. What matters is you and me.”

Confused, I grabbed her hand and sat down on the bed. “You know I love you, babe. And I know I’ve been a shitty boyfriend these last few weeks, but I want to make this work and I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”

She nodded, but her face told me she didn’t believe me. I sighed and pressed a kiss to her temple. It was going to be a long night.

#best beloved #pm au #college au #friends to lovers #perfect match #choices fanfic #damien nazario #kaia park #damien x mc #nazariolahela fanfic

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Your Heart Is In My Lunchbox

a/n: i’ve had this idea in mind for a while and i’ve been wanting to write childhood friends/awkward best friends in love drakepad for ages! enjoy!

warning: mentions of bullying

In the years that they had been friends, Drake and Launchpad had fallen into a routine. Every other night after school, Drake would go to Launchpad’s house, to simply hang out, to chat, or to binge watch Darkwing Duck and never getting tired of it. Drake was practically an extended family member at this point, with Launchpad’s mom caring for him in such a kind and genuine way that the first time Drake experienced her caring ways, it was almost overwhelming. Stuck with parents that barely realise when he isn’t at home and when he is, spending time with the McQuacks was a more than welcomed change of pace, and he couldn’t be more thankful for how quickly they all made him feel at home-- even little Loopy, Launchpad’s eight year old sister, who adored Drake and tackled him to the ground with cuddles whenever he walked through the door to the house.

The two had become friends when they had gotten their lunchboxes mixed up at elementary school. They were at the young age of ten years old, and conversations between the two during class had been few and far between before they realised they have the same Darkwing Duck lunchbox.

“Drake Mallard…?” Launchpad had read with a frown as he noticed the name on the lunchbox wasn’t his own.

He stopped just as he was leaving the class, noticing the small boy in the purple sweater behind a crowd of kids that were grabbing their lunchboxes at the end of the school day. He was the kid that no one really paid attention to, the kid that didn’t really hang out with anybody or talk all that much. The boy was looking at a similar lunchbox with a similar confused expression, which soon turned to worry and panic. Young Launchpad shoved his way through the hustle and bustle of kids to get to the boy, and he tripped, landing right in front of him with a loud “oof!”. The boy in the purple sweater yelped and jumped back in surprise, before leaning down almost without hesitation and hooking his arms around one of Launchpad’s own, yanking him back up. Launchpad nearly fell over again as he was yanked up with surprising force, but he managed to regain his balance, and he gave the boy in the purple sweater a goofy, crooked smile, holding out the lunchbox in his grasp.

“Drake Mallard! Is this yours?” He asked, tilting his head.

Drake flinched at the sound of his name being yelled-- something that was often followed by a shove, or a push, or a punch, or a kick. But he blinked when that never happened, and Launchpad looked at him in confusion, waiting for him to say something.

“Uh-- Yes! Yes! Thank you!” Little Drake Mallard exclaimed excitedly. He glanced at the other Darkwing lunchbox in his hand, looking at the name tag. “Um, Launchpad?” He questioned, looking at the other boy in front of him with a raised eyebrow. Funny name.

“Yep! Launchpad McQuack!” Launchpad beamed, puffing his chest out with confidence while pointing a thumb at himself. He took his lunchbox from Drake, the smile on his face unwavering. “You like Darkwing Duck, too?! That’s awesome!”

“Like him?!” Drake repeated, clutching his lunchbox to his chest. “He’s only, like, my absolute role model!”

Launchpad bounced on his feet excitedly. Meeting fellow Darkwing fans was a rarity, but he never realised there was another Darkwing Duck fan in his own classroom and he didn’t even know it!

“Do you wanna come to my house tomorrow after school?!” Launchpad had asked-- or rather, yelled in a flurry of excitement.

Drake’s gasp was more than audible, and he looked at Launchpad with watery eyes and a quivering beak, clutching onto his lunchbox a little tighter than before. This was the first time he had ever been invited to… well, anywhere! And it was almost overwhelming. But before little Drake could let himself overthink it, before he could convince himself this was some sort of elaborate plan that his bullies had concocted so they could surprise him after school, he nodded frantically and a smile found it’s way onto his face again. Besides, someone who owned a Darkwing Duck lunchbox like him couldn’t be all that bad, right?

“Yes! I’d-- I’d love that! Should I bring my action figures?!” The happiness in his voice was unmistakable, and tears ran down the sides of his face with him being powerless to stop it. Launchpad frowned slightly at that, reaching out to squeeze Drake’s shoulder.

“Are you okay, buddy?” Launchpad asked, giving the young boy who he had only met just minutes ago’s hand a squeeze. The affectionate gesture made Drake blink, with physical affection being somewhat of a luxury in his life rather than a regular occurrence, and he nodded again, quickly wiping his eyes.

“Totally! This-- this kinda just happens when I’m happy!” Drake spluttered with a small laugh. “So the action figures--”

“Oh! Yeah! I have action figures too!” Launchpad told him with a wide smile, gripping his lunchbox. “I can’t wait to tell my mom and dad all about you! Oh, oh! I wonder if my mom will get us the Darkwing Duck shaped chicken nuggets for dinner!”

Drake giggled out of sheer excitement, one hand holding his lunchbox by it’s handle and the other flapping up and down. “I love those chicken nuggets!”

Young Launchpad gasped, his smile still gleaming on his face. “Where have you been all my life?!”

In the midst of their excitement, they hadn’t realised that they were now the only two in the dimly lit classroom, and their teacher rushed into the room upon realising they were still in there to usher them out.

Their play date went without a hitch, and Launchpad’s mom was able to get the Darkwing Duck chicken nuggets that the two so thoroughly enjoyed, although they barely resembled Darkwing at all, and were basically just weirdly shaped chicken nuggets (weirdly shaped chicken nuggets that were recalled a few years later, due to parental complaints of them being far too unhealthy). They watched their favourite series together and acted out their favourite scenes from it, quoting it off by heart. Launchpad ever so generously allowed Drake to be Darkwing as they played, with himself making up the role of Darkwing Duck’s pilot and best friend. He even owned a makeshift plane, which was just a cardboard box painted red with cardboard cut-out wings attached. The two friends sat in the cardboard box together, with Drake barking orders about following an evil-doer who had just made off with stolen money from a bank heist. It had been the most fun Drake had ever had, and probably the most he had ever laughed with another child in his life.

When it was time for Drake to go, it was hard for him to hide his sadness, and Launchpad couldn��t help but feel slightly forlorn at having to see his friend going back to a house he didn’t seem all that happy to be in, but he gave him a reassuring hug, and asked if he wanted to have a sleepover the following weekend. Drake responded by excitedly grabbing Launchpad in an even tighter hug, his feet lifting off the ground as he did so.

Over the years, Launchpad and Drake became inseparable. One was hardly seen without the other, and they always appeared to be at their happiest when they were doing something as simple as having lunch together in the school cafeteria, or walking home together after school. Drake coming to Launchpad’s house became such a regular occurrence that Birdie and Ripcord didn’t even bother to question it anymore, and Launchpad didn’t feel the need to ask, because Drake was loved so genuinely by all members in that house and was round so often that his presence not being there every other day was almost strange. When Drake wasn’t there, Birdie made sure to ask Launchpad how he was doing, and if Launchpad came home from school without Drake, she’d often question if everything was okay between them, since seeing one without the other was more of a rare sighting than seeing them together at this point.

It was now their last year at high school, and Launchpad had just turned eighteen years old, with Drake nearing the age of eighteen within the next few months. They had managed to get an early finish from school on one sunny summer afternoon, and they sat in the backyard of the McQuacks’ house. What should have been last minute studying for exams coming up within the next week turned into a discussion about something entirely unrelated, their school books remaining unopened on the table as they sat together with glasses of soda.

“Oh, hey!” Launchpad exclaimed suddenly, sitting up straighter in his chair and looking over at Drake. “Prom’s coming up soon. D’you wanna go together?”

The out-of-the-blue question made Drake blink in Launchpad’s direction, and he laughed nervously, lifting his glass of soda up a little higher in an attempt to hide the blush creeping along his beak. “Wh-- what? Go together?” He repeated, as if the very notion of going to prom together was ridiculous and not at all something he had thought about almost every day since the date of prom was announced.

“Yeah! Why not?” Launchpad said, relaxed as anything with a smile, crossing his arms and leaning on the table. “It’ll be fun. Don’t worry, I don’t mean like a… date date sorta deal.”

“Oh! Phew!” Drake replied a little too quickly, followed by a laugh that came from his throat a little too loudly. The reaction made Launchpad quirk a brow.

“Whaaat’s… so funny?” He enquired, tilting his head as he looked at Drake. Drake looked back at him, still laughing somewhat nervously before placing his drink on the table.

“I mean, it’s-- it’s just funny! You, and me, and prom... “

“Yeah…?” Launchpad’s brow furrowed, letting out a laugh of his own. “And?”

Drake looked at him, raising his own eyebrow with a smile. “Oh, come on! That doesn’t sound the tiniest bit ridiculous to you? I mean, you’re Launchpad!” He stated, gesturing towards his best friend from across the table.

Launchpad laughed again, more out of confusion at whatever Drake’s point was. “So? What’s up? Am I not date material?”

Drake scoffed, rolling his eyes with a smile. “It’s just-- if it was a date date sorta deal, would that not be a little weird to you?”

Launchpad eyed Drake, and thought for a moment, leaning back in his chair again.

“Uh… I mean, would anything really change? It’s just hanging out, right?”

“I kiiiinda think the term ‘date’ has more of a stigma to it than just ‘hanging out’, LP.” Drake said bluntly, though his smile didn’t falter, and he moved to pick up his drink again, sipping from the straw.

“Huh.” Launchpad fell flat, then shrugged his shoulders. “Guess I never thought about it too much before. You were just the first person I thought of when my buddy mentioned taking a date to prom.”

Drake tried very hard to not appear too flustered at Launchpad’s casual confession, but he smiled warmly, tilting his head.

It’s not like he hadn’t thought about Launchpad in that way before-- it’s just that the thoughts were usually quashed underneath over thoughts, like there was some invisible line he was being very careful to not trip over, like he was scared of the idea of what could happen should he ever decide to act on such a thought. And there was also a part of him that decided that he and Launchpad should only ever stay just as friends, like they had been friends for too long at this point to warrant it ever developing into something more, something special, something… romantic. The idea of risking it all over some silly fantasy that maybe this could go somewhere, maybe it could flourish into something amazing and fantastic and wonderful and they could be the happiest couple in Duckburg and other people at school would be so jealous because there was definitely more than one person at school who had a crush on Launchpad and maybe he could be the one who was able to keep Launchpad all to himself. But it was all just a fantasy, something he tried not to think about too often for the sake of his friendship with Launchpad, and for the sake of sparing his own feelings, too.

“First person you thought of, huh?” Drake finally said after a beat of silence that lasted slightly too long, and Launchpad blinked at that, a blush spreading across his own beak. He scratched the back of his head with a sheepish smile, as if the weight of what he had just said was starting to sink in.

“Well, I-- I mean, yeah!” Launchpad said in total honesty. “We spend everyday together and even if we aren’t together we’re usually texting each other. I just kinda figured it’d be the… normal… thing to do?” The last sentence was phrased more like a question than a statement, as if he were questioning his own thinking now.

Launchpad had been almost confident in his feelings for Drake for quite sometime. Years ago, when they were nearing the age of fourteen years old, the two had been having a sleepover at Launchpad’s house, and they were having a movie marathon together. They’d had a pretty action packed day already, climbing trees and exploring parts of Duckburg that children were pretty much forbidden from entering all for the sake of ‘getting dangerous’. It was pretty tiring-- so much so that Drake had fallen asleep on Launchpad’s shoulder not even half an hour into the first movie. The feeling of his best friend’s head dropping on his shoulder made Launchpad stiffen, and he had stared down at Drake’s face, peaceful and content and warm and… lovely.

He was drowning in an emotion he hadn’t experienced before, an emotion that he only felt when looking at Drake, an emotion that caused butterflies to flutter in his stomach and that caused his palms to get sweaty and his heart to race. It wasn’t until a few days later that he realised what he was experiencing was a crush, because he panicked to his mom that his stomach felt weird and that his heart was beating too fast whenever he thought about Drake. She’d explained simply and calmly, with her usual cheery disposition, that what he was experiencing was his first crush, and since he and Drake spent all day every day together, it only made sense that had developed a strong attachment to him. She had said that the feelings would probably fade away in time-- something that she couldn’t have been more wrong about. Launchpad only became more and more secure in his feelings for his best friend, but he managed to stop himself from ever acting on them, out of fears similar to Drake’s own anxieties about moving their friendship into something that could be labelled as more romantic. They both meant too much to each other to lose their connection to something as silly as a crush.

But now that he had just all too casually asked his best friend out to prom, he was fighting back the urge to hang his head in shame, as he had just gone against every single promise he had made to himself in the past four years. He made a mental note to sellotape his mouth shut once Drake went home.

The silence felt as though it had dragged on for hours, but in reality, it was only around half a minute or so.

“I guess I can’t argue with that logic.” Drake said simply, though he looked to the side at the garden before them, his eyes focusing on a butterfly flapping around some of the daisies amongst the grass in an attempt to gain control over his fluster and he hoped his cheeks weren’t burning a brighter shade of pink than he thought. “But, uh--” he said softly, eyes moving to fixate on his own fidgeting hands instead, “--what if other people think differently?”

Launchpad fiddled with the straw on his drink, raising his shoulders in a light shrug. “Well… would that be such a bad thing if they do?” His voice was quiet and low, and as he finished talking, he looked at Drake, and Drake looked at him, and they looked at each other in tense silence. Drake’s eyes were wide, and he opened his mouth to say something, but words failed him.

“Y’know what? Just-- forget it. We don’t have to go to prom together.” Launchpad stifled a laugh in an attempt to mask his embarrassment, his shoulders tensing up. He placed his drink back on the table. “It was dumb. I just couldn’t think of anyone else to go with.”

Drake raised an eyebrow at that, and crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh. I’m flattered.”

Launchpad’s eyes widened, and he raised his hands up immediately. “No-- no, no! I didn’t mean it like that! I just thought-- y’know, we like spending time together, I thought it’d be fun to kick it at prom together! I just-- I mean-- there’s no one else I thought of asking, because I like being with you the most.”

Drake’s frown soon shifted into a smile, and his defensive posture softened up as he smiled over at his best friend. “Aw… Launchpad… I--”

Before he got a chance to properly reply to Launchpad, they got interrupted by an energetic little girl with messy blonde hair who was sporting pink dungarees and sneakers with untied laces. She popped up seemingly from nowhere, a toothy smile stretching from cheek to cheek as she eyed both Drake and Launchpad. The two best friends jumped at Loopy’s surprise appearance, and, once he had recovered from the jumpscare, Launchpad reached out and enveloped his little sister in one of his arms, ruffling her hair with his spare hand. Drake watched the two fondly, his heart forever happy to see how good Launchpad was to his sister, how much he made her laugh and smile.

“What are you guys talking about?” Loopy enquired once Launchpad had let go of her, and had now perched on his lap, reaching out for her older brother’s drink and sipping from it herself. Launchpad was just about to answer, before Drake butted in.

“Oh, boring school stuff.” He said, smiling at the little girl all the while. “Uh-- speaking of which, I should probably head home to study. Since that’s obviously not happening here any time soon.” He let out a soft laugh, and Loopy let out a whine of disappointment.

“Can’t ya stay for dinner?” She asked, pouting. Drake looked at her, feeling a little weak at the puppy dog eyes she was pulling, but he remained strong, picking up his books and standing up.

“Not today, sweetie. Sometime this week, though, for sure!” He smiled, stopping for a high five as he started to walk to the gate of the backyard. She high-fived him with brute force, making him let out a hiss of pain, but it was soon replaced by a laugh. He ruffled Loopy’s hair, and she giggled, playfully pushing him off of her. Drake’s eyes then fell on Launchpad, who was looking at him with almost the same puppy dog expression that Loopy had just tried on him.

“I can walk you home if you want!” Launchpad offered, about to stand up from his chair while Loopy hung off his arm like a monkey.

“Oh, no. Don’t worry about it.” Drake said with a small, somewhat awkward smile, and Launchpad couldn’t help the sinking feeling in his stomach as his offer was declined. Drake placed a reassuring hand on his best friend’s shoulder, and squeezed slightly. “I’ll text you, okay?”

Launchpad sighed, but smiled at Drake, nodding. “Okay. See ya.”

Drake nodded back with a smile, and headed towards the gate. Launchpad couldn’t help but stare after him, an ache in his heart that could only be described as yearning.

“Byeeee, Draaaaake!” Loopy called after him, smiling widely and waving in Drake’s direction. Drake waved back happily, sparing one more glance at Launchpad, and then he was gone.

Launchpad let out another sigh, and pushed himself off of the chair he was sitting on. He made his way back into the house, with Loopy now hanging off of his back happily, her legs swinging.

“I love Drake.” She stated simply, her arms wrapping around her older brother’s neck.

“Yeah… me too.” Launchpad replied gently, brow furrowing. He then jumped as he felt something vibrating in his pocket, and swiftly reached out to pull out his phone. His face beamed as he realised it was a text from Drake, and was almost surprised that he had texted him so soon. He didn’t overthink it, though, and instead opened the text immediately. He glanced at it, and couldn’t help but smile so widely that it almost made his cheeks hurt.

[Drake]: sorry for acting weird. i’d love to go to prom with you. <3

Launchpad nearly dropped his phone at how rapidly he replied to the text.

[LP]: AWESOME!!!! :D

With a new skip in his step, he placed his phone on the counter and reached around to grab his little sister from his shoulder. She let out a delighted squeal as he threw her up into the hair and caught her with ease, spinning her around.

“I’m gonna throw up!” Loopy yelled through loud chortles as her brother span her through the air in the kitchen, and Launchpad laughed himself, slowly stopping and holding her in his arms with a gleaming smile. Loopy held her head in order to stop it from spinning, then shook it from side to side, her blonde bangs falling into her face.

“What’s got you looking so happy?” the duckling asked, as if her older brother wasn’t the happiest person she knew, but even with his usually bright disposition, she had never quite seen him beam this much before.

“Ah, Loopaloonie…” Launchpad sighed wistfully, holding her up above his head, and she held onto his arms tightly, laughing at the nickname. “There’s a lot in this world to be happy about.”

“Soooo…” Loopy started, fiddling with her hands. “If I tell you I ate the rest of your pop tarts, you won’t get mad, right?”

“You ate my-- Loopy!”

#I LIKE THIS... i hope you do too LMAO #drakepad #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #drake mallard #launchpad mcquack #i've forgotten my writing tag AGAIN #my fics #my writing #idk either's good LOL

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yeenybeanies · 5 years

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g/t prompt list

10. toy

hal jordan / green lantern & john constantine / hellblazer

1559 words

language warning. quite a few f-bombs

please keep comments to the tags!! thank you!!

i wasn’t able to post anything last month because i didn’t have internet access on my laptop, but i do now, so here’s this short lil thing. enjoy!!

“ Constantine! ”

God fucking dammit. . .. More than he cares to admit, the voice, now much more booming than he’s used to, does startle John. The subsequent heavy bangs on the door certainly aren’t very pleasant either, each one sending a jolt through his bones and his very being.

“ What the bloody fuck is he doing here. . .. ” Jaw clenched tight, John winces under another assault to the door, and another shout from the outside. Noises are bigger right now. Everything is bigger, considering John’s newfound state of existence, standing at a solid three inches tall.

“ I know you’re in there, Constantine. ”

How the hell does he–––

“ Zatanna told me how to find this freaky house of yours. Said someone should check on your for whatever reason, so come on. I don’t have all day. ”

Good. Maybe that means he’ll leave if no one answers. John would rather not be found in his current predicament anyway––least of all by Hal Jordan. Christ, he would never hear the end of it from him, and he’d go blabbing about it to everyone else too. No thank you.

“ Come in. ” God dammit, Orchid! Her silky voice rings through the house, almost as if coming from the very walls. From where he is, John peeks around the corner, down the hallway to the now open door, Just beyond the House’s alien-looking avatar stands one very confused man in black and green spandex. That’s definitely a space cop if John ever saw one. The real question is: why is he here? And the next two questions to follow are how did Zatanna know something was up, and why the hell did the House of Mystery let Hal in?

“ You are looking for John. He is this way. ” Orchid! John berates the House under his breath, and ducks back into his room just as he sees Orchid turn around and look directly at him. There’s no hiding from her; she is the House, and she seems intent on leading the lantern right to him. Damn her.

“ Uh, o-kay. . .. Who are you again? ” Hal’s voice sounds even more obnoxious from so high up.

“ I am Black Orchid. John is in here, but he seems to be experiencing some difficulties right now. ” She steps aside and gestures for Hal to enter the room, which he does, despite his growing confusion. “ He is under the desk. ”

“ He’s. . . under the desk? ” Clearly the lantern is lost, but his gaze does fall to the desk. John knows he’s not quite fast enough; his eyes meet Hal’s for a split second before he ducks behind one of the legs. He has little time to mutter any curses to the house or the cop, though, as he quickly finds himself encased in a capsule of green light and lifted. He is helpless against the jostling and the lurching as he’s pulled from his hiding spot and brought out into the open, right before that rubbery mask. Fuck, Jordan’s a lot bigger up close like this. John isn’t one to be intimidated, but, right now, he’s certainly not comfortable.

At first, Hal doesn’t say anything ( for once in his life ). John can feel him studying him, trying to work out what’s going on. Is it too late to convince him that this is all an illusion?

“ Oi, if you’re just gonna stare, you can put me the hell down! ” One tiny fist beats at the wall of light in protest. John isn’t overly fond of heights; being suspended in nothing but focus-powered green stuff over a fairly long drop is not his ideal situation. Nothing about this right now is his ideal situation.

Perhaps he should have counted his blessings, though. The silent Hal is a rare privilege, and far more preferable to what comes next: the laughing Hal. John covers his ears and ducks his head under that first heavy bark of laughter. Each one to follow too is so damn loud. It feels like John is being shaken apart by sound. One blessing he can still count is that his little containment pod doesn’t shake with the lantern’s movement; the man’s practically convulsing with laughter, while John, despite feeling like his eardrums are going to burst at any moment, is pretty stationary.

“ Hey! Glad to see you’re having a good laugh there, mate, but I’m kinda busy right now! If you’d kindly shut up and fuck off, that’d be great! ” If only he could be so lucky, though. The sphere moves, and the movement sends John stumbling back onto his rear, his irritation growing by the second. Brows furrowed, he stares up at Hal through the green film.

“ Wh––hold on––what the hell happened to you, Constantine? Get caught up with some sort of cricket demon or something? ” Before John can answer, though, the green around him vanishes, leaving him to fall with a yelp into Hal’s gloved hand below. Oh, no sir, he does not like this. It’s squishy and warm, and the sound of this rubbery uniform scrunching together grates his ears. John scrambles to stand up, a little wobbly in the giant palm. The still-present chuckling isn’t helping much either.

“ Let’s leave it at ‘ or something, ’ yeah? Now put me down! I need to figure out how to––– ”

“ –––I’m sorry, your voice is so squeaky right now. I can’t take you at all seriously like this. ” Without any warning or consideration, Hal pinches one of John’s legs between his free index and forefinger and pulls him up, dangling him upside down while he flails helplessly.

“ Mother fu––put me the hell down, you bastard! I’m not a bloody toy, and I’m damn-sure not playing with you right now! ” It isn’t getting him anywhere, and he knows he can’t break Hal’s grip on his leg, but John continues to kick and wriggle, hoping that the notion will mean more than his actual strength.

Unfortunately, this is Hal. While he isn’t the worst of the space cops, he’s still not the most agreeable, especially not in cases like this.

“ So, what? You’re able to fix this, right? Or are you––snrk––are you stuck like this forever? ” Hal looks so damn smug right now, and endlessly amused. John’s face is red, both from his embarrassment and frustration, and from the blood rushing to his head.

“ I can fix it. I was in the middle of trying to fix it when you showed up and started acting like a right prick! Quit––– ” That’s enough. John rubs his hands together and summons a bang of fire. It’s more like a pop at this scale––like a little bang snap––but it does as intended: it startles Hal into letting him go, though he’s quickly caught again after a few inches’ fall.

“ Woah––easy there. Are you fuckin’ nuts? ” Those hands close around John now, holding him more securely. It’s not much of an improvement, but at least he’s upright again. “ Dumb question. I know you’ve got a few screws loose in the noggin’. ”

“ You’re one to talk. ” John wriggles and pulls one arm free, then the other. “ I’ve got this under control, copper. Now, if you’d be so kind as to let me––– ”

“ Go? Oh, fat chance, sour patch. ” Hal shifts his hold, transferring John to one hand, fingers curled firmly around his middle. With his other, he pulls out his cellphone, much to John’s horror.

“ Jordan, I swear to every god and devil and demon out there––if you take any pictures, I am going to make your life hell. ”

“ You’re not very threatening when you’re normal-sized. How do you think you sound right now? ”

Like a fucking joke, he imagines. The camera flashes, leaving John blinded for a moment. He swears on his mother’s grave that he will make Hal pay for this once he’s back to normal. Somehow.

“ Great. Now that you’ve immortalized the moment, why don’t you be a pal and––– ”

“ Hey, d’ya think whatever the hell shrunk you could do the same to Batman? I’d love to see Spooky all doll-sized. ” Hal’s grip loosens just a smidge as he lifts John up higher, more near eye-level. John has to force himself not to look down, and try not to focus on the fact that he’s being held by an imbecile.

Why did it have to be this lantern that came to check on him? Or any lantern at all? Or anyone? What the hell is Zatanna doing sending people to check up on John?

“ If I were to turn that little monstrosity on anyone, it’d be you, you overgrown prick. ” This is getting very old very quickly. “ Alright, Jordan, you’ve had your fun. Let me go. Now. ” And for a moment, it almost looks like Hal means to comply, but that goofy, shit-eating grin is back on his face just as quickly as it left.

“ Nah. I’ve gotta show you to the rest of the league. ”

#g/t #g/t writing #g/t fiction #g/t dc #hal jordan #john constantine #hyena writes

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spacecanary · 5 years

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Head Above Water

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader (kind of)

Warnings: none:)

Request: anon - Can you do one where Stark has a teen daughter who comes of as shy and quiet and she was chosen to sing a song at a school competition? Flash and some other kids start snickering when she’s called up but then blows them all away singing Avril Lavigne’s head above water.. the team also attends and her performance moves Tony to tears and shuts flash and her usual bullies right up. 🤗

A/N : this was so cute! The song is amazing too. Totally recommend. I hope you like this!!!!!! Also I thought it’d be cute to add some cute Peter x reader friendship stuff

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Tonight’s the night.

The girls at the base magically convinced me to audition for the winter show at school. Nat claims she heard me singing when I was cooking one day, Wanda claiming she hears it when I’m in the shower. According to her, we have “thin walls”.

Good to know I guess.

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“Come on, (y/n)! You have to at least audition! You have such a lovely voice, you really do. You’d blow them away!” Wanda pipes up from her lounge chair, her feet propped up on the coffee table.

“She’s right you know,” Natasha chimes in from across the island. I sigh into my coffee mug.

“You may not realize it, but you hum and sing a lot around this place. In the showers, the gym, in here especially,” Nat adds.

“The point is, there’s no harm in auditioning. If you make it, you make it. If you don’t,-“

“You slice their throats.” Nat cuts Wanda off with a smile.

I let out a chuckle, sighing once more.

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

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I rummage through my closet, fresh out of the shower, looking for the sequined tank top that Pepper bought me for my birthday last month.

“Hey, Dad?” I call as I continue my search.

“What’s up?” He leans on the door frame with his arms crossed.

“Have you seen that navy blue glitter top that Pepper bought me?”

“I have,” Steve chimes in as he walks by.

“Really? Where?”

“In the living area on one of the couches I think,” he responds as he continues down the hall.

“Thank you!” I shout back, grabbing black jeans from my dresser.

“Do you think you’re gonna be able to make it tonight?” I ask the man in the doorway.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he smiles.

“Okay well it’s at seven, but I won’t perform right away. So technically we have two hours,” I talk as I lay out my outfit on the mattress.

“Okay. Good to know kiddo.” He gives me a nod and exits the room, leaving me to prep.

“I should probably grab my top,” I mumble, clutching the towel wrapped around me. I make my way to the living area, immediately spotting the fabric draped over the couch. I grab it and head back, shutting the door and throwing on the outfit. I pair it with my simple circle necklace and black heels.

“Cute, classy, but not overdone. Okay!” I clap my hands together. With a sigh I throw on some simple makeup and call it good. Letting my hair air dry. “I’ve got a whole hour. Perfect,” I mumble, exiting my room to the kitchen. Immediately I spot Peter, lazily relaxed on the sectional.

“Well look what the cat dragged in,” I laugh as I walk to the fridge, pulling out my water bottle. Peter sits up, flashing me a grin.

“You look amazing,” he smiles, looking me up and down, approving of my fashion choices.

“Well thank you kind sir,” I give a small bow.

“Wh-where you headed?” He stutters, scratching the back of his head.

“I’m going to go to the training room to kind of practice before tonight. Gotta psych myself up, ya know?” I shrug, walking away.

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Peters POV

She walks out of the room, glittering like a hundred stars. I sigh and fall back on the couch, remembering what we had. Remembering our first kiss. Why am I suddenly missing all of that?

No, Peter. Stop you idiot. You didn’t have time for that then, what makes you think you have any now?

“Ughhhhhh,” I pick up my phone, scrolling through the latest Spider-Man tagged posts. Most are just from earlier in the week when I saved a cat from a tree.

The internet went crazy over it.

The phone falls on my chest and I exhale.

“I’m gonna walk around a bit,” I mumble to myself. I push my body up off of the sectional with a stretch. For a while, I roam the halls, not really going anywhere. That is, until I hear it. Down the corridor is the entrance to the training room, where (y/n) said she was headed. The closer I get, the more it becomes clearer. Her voice gliding through every note, every word like a river. So soft and beautiful, full of raw emotions.

I stand outside of the doorway, leaned against the wall. A hand grabs my shoulder bringing me out of my trance. “Hey kid,” the voice says. I turn around. There Steve stands, twice my size.

“Oh hey Mr. Rogers, I-I was just walking and I heard her singing so-“ I quietly try to explain.

Steve gives a soft smile, pressing his back to the wall next to me. “I know kid. She’s been practicing in there for the past two weeks. I like to listen too, sometimes. It really helps when I have a rough day,” steve shrugs, looking at the floor.

“I’ve never heard her sing before. She’s amazing though. I wish she could realize it.” Steve flashes a sad smile.

“Me too kid. She’s lucky to have you,” he gives me a pat on the shoulder.

“What’re you two gossiping about now?” (Y/n) asks, amusement and curiosity in her voice. My mouth opens and closes, trying to find an excuse.

“You know what? Never mind,” she laughs, sauntering away. She turns on her heel to look back at us.

“You coming? We’re gonna be late.”

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(Y/n)’s POV

“Okay, okay, okay. You got this. Just go out there, and sing your heart out,” I mumble, giving myself a pep talk backstage.

“(Y/n)!” I look up, spotting MJ. She gives me a small wave as she makes her way to me.

“Hey, MJ!” I wrap my arms around her in a quick hug. “What’re you doing? I though you hate performing?”

She shrugs, “I do. I’m just part of the crew. Apparently this counts as community service hours, so I thought why not?” As if on cue, Flash spots me.

“Hey (y/n)! I didn’t think you made it past auditions! What is it you do again?”

“Sing,”

“Oh, right, right.” He nods. “Well, I doubt you’re going to make top ten. But hey, miracles happen,” a voice sounds through an intercom backstage calling for the next two acts, one of them being Flash’s group.

“Would you look at that? I gotta go. What is it they say before you perform? Break- break a leg? Yeah, break a leg, or don’t. Who cares?”

“Don’t listen to him. You’ll knock their socks off.” MJ reassures me, giving me a pat on the shoulder before walking away. One by one, they all perform. Leaving me and four other acts.

“(Y/n) Stark!” The manager calls. I raise my hand and she gestures for me to follow. She stops me just behind the curtain.

“Good luck!” She says with a smile, leaving me in wait. They call my name and the curtain opens. Several bright lights shine in my face, my heart pounding. I walk over the the piano positioned on one side.

“Next we have (y/n) Stark performing “Head Above Water!” The host announces, followed by applause and loud cheers. They die out, and I start playing, my heart beating a million miles an hour.

I gotta keep the calm before the storm,

I look out into the croud as I sing, looking for the pair of brown eyes that calm me.

I don’t want less I don’t want more.

I find Wanda, sitting on the end of a row. Her legs crossed and a huge smile on her face. Easing the nerves.

Let’s bar the windows and the doors,

Next to her is nat. Her hair pulled into a side braid to frame her face, a black Adidas cap on her head. She watches like a proud mom.

To keep me safe, to keep me warm.

I look back at the piano, my hands shaking.

Yeah, my life is what I’m fighting for.

Can’t part the sea can’t reach the shore.

And my voice becomes the driving force

I won’t let this pull me overboard.

I close my eyes, pouring all of me into the chorus. Every raw emotion.

God keep my head above water, Don’t let me drown,

I look back up, searching for him. My eyes land on Clint and his family. I invited him, offering for him to bring the kids. Laura jumped on the opportunity. Now They’re all watching me with goofy smiles on their faces.

It gets harder, I’ll meet you there, at the alter

I find Steve next, a phone in hand. Presumably trying his best to video tape. Sam on one side of him, trying to help.

Don’t let me drown,

Then I see my dad. His hand over half of his face, occasionally wiping away tears.

I need you now. I need you most

Then I find him. Peter. Sitting in between my dad and Steve. A dorky smile on his face. His eyes twinkling in the light. I smile, finding the calm inside of me. I sing with everything I’ve got until the end.

Don’t let me drown, and keep my head above water, above water.

I pause, and the applause erupts. Cheers and hollars echo through the auditorium. I take my first real breath, in total wow. “I did it,” I breathe as I walk off stage. The other performers go out as MJ envelopes me in a huge hug telling me how good it was. I thank her.

“We have now totaled the points for our top ten medalists,” they name all but three, and I’m crossing my fingers. Now our top three will you please come out on stage, Flash And Bash, (y/n) Stark, and Jaime Cox.” I’m filled with joy and terror as the three of us walk out. “In third, we have Jaime Cox!” The audience give applause.

I made top two!

“In second place, we have... Flash and Bash! Which leaves us with (y/n) Stark as our Winter winner! Congratulations!” I receive the medal and pose for a picture. I made it.

I exit backstage, suddenly bombarded with hugs and many many kisses from Nat. Wanda squeals like a little girl and hugs me tight. Peter walks froward with a bouquet of flowers, grinning from ear to ear.

“You were amazing, truly amazing.” He hugs me and I laugh, “Only because all of you were there.” Then my dad walks up eyes puffy with a huge smile.

“You cried?” I put my hand over my heart.

“How could I not? It was so beautiful, and I’m so proud.” He pulls me into an embrace.

“Hey, uh (y/n)? I was wondering if you wanted to maybe to get pizza with me?” Peter asks, scratching the back of his neck.

“Sure Id love that. I’ll meet you guys back at the base.” My dad nods, and everybody gives me one last hug before leaving. Peter and I walk out the doors of the auditorium when a familiar voice calls my name. Flash

“Hey, uh, I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I underestimated you. You’re actually really good. Keep it up Stark,” he says. Giving me a small smile. I look over at Pete and shrug, the biggest grins on our faces.

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spooky-scary-imagines · 5 years

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Hi :) would you write one where ChopTop met the reader the the radio station along with Strech*idk if i spelled it right* but the reader dressed similar to him and was in a band herself makeing ChopTop love struck and just his stuttering getting worst and forgeting what to say witch the reader finds cute maybe it would get slightly nsfw to to the ebd but you can pick its ok if its just fluff :3 *sorry if its to long*

((Sorry this took so long! Gotta love my boy Chop-Top and this prompt not only gave me an excuse to rewatch his intro scene but it also seems super fun! It is a challenge to figure out dialogue for him tho because he’s so bizarre in all the best ways. This one didn’t end up being too romantic but I’ve been thinking about maybe writing a continuation for this just cause there’s so much more I can do with it. So let me know if any of y’all are interested! Tagging: @i-cant-get-with-it

Chop Top meets hippie s/o @ the radio station:

It’s been a pretty rough week at the station. Your good friend Vanita had gotten a terrible call-in the other day. Initially she thought it was a prank, as the men had been obnoxious all day, but even she couldn’t ignore the terrible screaming and shill grating of metal on metal. Not when she saw that article in the paper that seemed to match the call-in. She had told you about the plan she devised with some old sheriff, about playing the tape over the radio. To you it seemed like a bad idea and a great way to put a giant target on her back, but she was insistent that she had to do it and make a difference. Despite your worries, you couldn’t just leave her alone, so you decided to stay with her after that night’s broadcast.

Tonight had done nothing to ease your concerns, angry callers had been cursing out the station and since Stretch first aired the tape. L.G. seemed to be the most upset by it, talking about how much trouble Vanita was going to get into, though anyone with eyes could tell how soft he was on her. Sadly, it didn’t seem like the feelings were returned quite the same way. At least not yet, you thought, as you watched her turn down his offer to grab some coffee with him. Guess you two were sticking around for this “Lefty” guy.

Shortly after L.G. left, you heard the phone ring. You went to reach for it, but Stretch got there first. “Hello?…Hello?…Lefty?” You could guess from her side of the conversation that she was being met with silence. You raised an eyebrow and she looked at you, equally confused. The mysterious caller hung up. “What the hell was that all about?” you asked.

“No clue,” Stretch shrugged, “We get some weird callers sometimes, but-.” As if on a cue, you two heard a small slam from the other side of the station. Vanita’s eyes flicked to you. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

Stretch had been gone for a suspicious amount of time, when you decided you needed to go after her. You stood in the doorway of the hall leading to the lobby. From there, you could hear Stretch and a strange male voice, talking manically. “Hi, I know what you’re thinking. This is weird. Hope I can handle it.“ You peered out into the lobby, there you saw Vanita nervously backed against her desk, across from her was an odd man. He appeared to be in his 30s, dressed in patched and campy hippie clothes, the odd look topped off with a shappy mop of black hair and lavender Lennon specs. Though a somewhat tacky outfit, it reminded you of the way you and your bandmates dressed, especially when hanging out around at festivals. He started getting up and moving towards Stretch, and you walked out from the doorframe. Both sets of eyes looking your direction.

“Uhhh, hey man…what’s up?” you asked, awkwardly trying to redirect him. He turned to you, and looked you up and down, face unreadable.

“Wh-Who the hell’re you? I thought it was j-just the DJ?”

“Well it isn’t space cadet! Who the hell are you?”

“I-I-I’m just a fan,” he turned back to Stretch, “Me and my little brother, Bubba, we listen to this show e-every night.” He turned back to you with a sick grin, “Music…is my life.”

You smiled at that, “Oh? I dig it. I’m in a band myself.”

His eyes went wide at that, and the barely contained manic energy in him seemed to ramp up, “O-Oh yeah? Wh-What’re you like? Something h-h-heavy? Like-like Iron Butterfly!”

You chuckled. Despite him being kind of a freaky-deaky dork, you had to admit the spaz was kind of endearing and a little cute. “Kinda. We’re more like Vanilla Fudge or Quicksilver Messenger Service than anything.”

“Far-Out! So-”

“I hate to interrupt,” Stretch cut in, “But the station is closed for the night.”

The man turned back to her, a strange glint in his eye and a sick grin that made you shudder. “Well, y’see, I wa-wanted to phone in my request but, but I al-al-always get too nervous, y’know?” He paused for a reaction before continuing, “But, well, since I’m here. In-In flesh-and-blood…I figured I could just give you my request now right!

Stretch looked to you for help and you just lifted your hands in a shrug-like gesture. “Uh, sure, sure. You can tell me your request and then you need to leave.”

The man chuckled, and started heating up the coat hanger he was holding with an old rainbow lighter. “Al-Alright…How about Cold Stone Fever from uh, Humble Pie! Or uh…” he picked at his scalp, ”In Da Vidda da Gadda babey. Heh heh yeah…” he turned to you, “Real, uh, heavy stuff, y’know.” You hid a laugh behind your hand, at his goofy smile and the fact that he got both song titles wrong.

Then that menace was back in his eyes, “Or…how about s-something like that, uh, Lefty r-request record you played today? How’d it go again?” You and Stretch’s eyes went wide as the man screamed and growled in mimicry of the terrible sounds of the attack. You looked at each other in mutual fear at this man standing between you and the exit. “Wh-What was that anyway? R-Rambo III soundtrack?” he chuckled at his own joke. “Could you play it again? Or, uh, m-maybe you co-could get me a copy!” He grinned, “You could both sign it. To-To-To a far out fan!”

He seemed to respond better to you so you spoke up, “We, uh, actually don’t have a copy. Sorry sir. But we could, er, play your other requests.”

Something dark passed over his face that you couldn’t quite place. He looked to the side in the records vault. “Hey, uh, is this where you keep the golden oldies? And mayb-” The rest of the sentence was cut off when the lights suddenly flipped on, revealing a horrifying giant wielding what looked like a chainsaw. You and Vanita screamed, she ran off towards the back rooms while you ducked out of the way into the far corner of the room behind and hid on the far side of the sofa. You heard the man from earlier hollering in pain and wailing at the giant to “Get the girl!” You saw the giant run after Vanita through the door, and you peered out from your hiding place. You watched the man from before scream and clutch at his head. “He dented my plate! My brain is burning! Nam flashback! Nam flashback! Leatherface, you bitch, I’ll…Oh just look what you did to my Sonny Bono wig. Oh, God damn it!”

You listened to the man’s cries of pain and rage from your hiding place as you resisted the urge to help him. Judging from what you could make out from his rant, he was clearly with the man trying to kill Stretch. Oh god…Vanita…what have you gotten yourself into? He eventually managed to get to his feet and began to go through the records vault, muttering something about dogs hunting. You covered your ears and tried to block out the terrible sounds coming from behind the door leading to the recording area.

You heard a door open from the other side of the room. “Hey! What the shit?” L.G was back! Maybe he could get the police and everything would be okay.

“Lick my plate you dog dick!” the hippie yelled, flipping L.G. the bird. It would have been funny if the whole situation wasn’t so terrifying.

“What the fuck you think you’re doing in here, you crazy-looking little son of a bitch? Get out of here!” You wanted to scream at L.G. to run out of here and get help, that these guys were totally buggin and super dangerous. But you stayed quiet for fear of revealing your position. This turned out to be a lethal decision as the man lunged at L.G. brandishing a hammer. “Time for incoming mail!” he shrieked, slamming into hammer into L.G.’s skull, “Ho Chi Minh!” Over and over you heard the sickening thuds through your covered ears. You squeezed your eyes shut but you couldn’t pretend it just wasn’t happening. Hell, the same thing was probably happening to Stretch right now .

You didn’t even realize you were crying until you felt the warmth of the tears sliding down your face, but someone else did. You open your eyes to see the killer’s leering face less than a foot from your own, “H-H-Hey there, rock’n’roll b-bunny! T-th-th-thought I lost ya t-there.”

“Please, don’t kill me,” you sobbed, “I’m, like, really sorry for whatever’s making you upset.”

This seemed to make the man nervous, and he started picking twitchily at the edge of a metal plate embedded in his skull. “I-I…I ain’t g-gonna, er, kill you. J-Just…” he looked around the room frantically, as if trying to find a solution to his problem. He spied the hammer over by L.G.’s corpse and his face broke into a grin. He scrambled to grab it, whipped back around, and started getting closer to you, arms out ahead of him as if you were a spooked animal. And I guess in a way you were. “N-Now do-don’t move or-or nothing. It It ain’t gonna h-hurt.”

Your soft sobs turned into bawling, “NoNoNo Oh God PleasePleasePleasePlease Don’t do this Please don’t do this!”

You noticed some emotion flash across his face that you couldn’t figure out. “A-one and a-two and a-three!” and the hammer fell down on your skull. You collapsed, yet you kept fading in and out of consciousness. You heard footsteps coming through the door to the studio and what sounded like the two men having a one sided conversation. “Did you get her, Bubba? Did you get that bitch? She was my fave…but-but she knew! And now…nobody knows!…L-look what you did to my plate, you bitch!…Y-You got her? Di-Did you get her good?…Slap me five!

You heard footsteps coming closer but you couldn’t see what was happening as you felt yourself getting dragged over to a damp section of floor. “I got some too. Bonus bodies! Look at that beef,” you vaguely felt a slap against your thigh, but it was as if you were made of cotton. “Help me get it out of here!,” said the hippie as you felt yourself be hoisted onto the larger man’s shoulders.

You were tossed in what seemed like the back of a truck, though you were so dizzy it was hard to tell. Finally you succumbed to your head injury and passed out. The giant, Bubba, left to sit shotgun and only Chop-top stayed by, standing over you with a dopey look on his face. “Don’t wo-worry baby, we’ll b-be home soon,” he gave you a sloppy peck on the cheek and ran back around to the driver’s side. “Alright Bubba! Let’s blow this pop stand!” he yelled, and sped off back to where the rest of the family was waiting.

#YEE-FUCKING-HAW #chop-top sawyer #bubba sawyer #texas chainsaw massacre #slasher imagines #slasher

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dresupi · 5 years

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I Feel It In My (Magnetic) Core

Darcyland Crack Challenge 2019 | Day 4: Must Include Magnets |

Summary:

"God, I'm sorry! I'll try not to move it! So sorry. God…" Darcy concentrated on not moving her hand.

"Somehow that's worse," Fitz groaned, rubbing his hand over his face. "And I'm the one who's sorry, you didn't ask for this."

Pretty sure no one asks for this.

That's what Darcy's thinking as her ring remains attached to the button on Fitz's pants.

But it's really not as dire as either of them think. Their attraction is stronger than any magnet, anyway.

Darcy didn't usually pick up coffee for just anyone. Sure, she started out as the resident gopher, but she only grabbed caffeinated goodness for a select few people. Jane was one. Fitz was another. She also got Bruce his tea, but she was pretty sure he hadn't noticed that she'd been promoted and it had been too long now to correct him. Plus, he was super nice about it. How do you say no to the most polite-person, ever, right? Super plus, his tea was non-caffeinated, so she technically only got the good stuff for a few people.

Anyway, she stopped off in the engineering lab-slash-workshop with Fitz's fave. A double-shot plain latte with soy.

"I come bearing espresso…" she called as she let herself into the lab.

"You know, I was just going to head down to get some, but I was sidetracked…" Fitz responded, bending at the waist over the counter to hold an orange disk out at arm's length away. There were five or six pennies stationed at the opposite end of the surface. When he tapped his phone screen with the opposite hand, the pennies shot straight to the orange disk and he grinned widely, glancing up at her before tapping his screen again. That switched off whatever was in the orange disk because the pennies fell to the countertop with a clatter again.

"Some kind of something that attracts… zinc?" she guessed, handing him his coffee.

"Well. Yes, but it's more."

"How much more? Lemme have it, Fitz." She didn't really have to know, but she was curious. Plus, Fitz always got this big goofy grin on his face when he explained something scientific, and Darcy might have had the teeniest, tiniest, mostly professional crush on the young doctor and that goofy grin of his.

"The disk is controllable via an app, but it basically alters its molecular makeup to make it magnetic to whatever metal you can imagine. I have settings for anything and everything."

"Not all metals are magnetic, though. Like zinc," she gestured to the pennies. "Sooo…"

"Ha, the known metals on earth," he countered. "This disk is made of something not of this earth and it can be magnetically attracted to every known metallic atom."

"How?"

Fitz pursed his lips briefly. "Well, that I don't know. But it's really cool, right? It's going to be used for defense or lock picking or some such nonsense, but I'd like to make one of my own. To hold all my bits and bobs and…" he stopped talking and took a sip from his coffee. "You're not interested in that, I'd wager."

"No. I have a healthy interest in your bits and bobs…" Darcy said, grinning a little as she tugged a stool over to sit down. He either didn't catch the flirty tone of her voice, or he was too deep in the science of it all to register anything flirtatious.

"In addition, I can use the disk to briefly alter a metal to make it magnetic to everything of its own type. Like a piece of iron could attract all other pieces of iron. A piece of steel could attract all others with its molecular makeup. It'll be useful for cleanup. Crashes. Salvage. That sort of thing…"

"Whoa. Cool. Demo?"

"Sure, here… " He reached for her hand, touching the orange disk to the ring on her right ring finger for a moment. "Give me just a moment for the disk to scan you and--"

Her hand shot out, dinging slightly when it hit its target. Fitz grunted and glanced down at Darcy's hand, which was now stuck fast to the front of his pants.

He exhaled slowly. "Darcy?"

"I didn't do it!" she exclaimed. "I promise. I'd never grope your crotch without asking."

His face shot up briefly. "What? Wha… wh--- so you'd do it with permission, that what you're saying?" His voice got all high pitched and panicky and if Darcy wasn't just a few ticks past freaking out herself, she'd stop and admire him for being so utterly adorable and Scottish.

"That's totally not what I meant, I just meant I wouldn't. I'd never…" She yanked her hand, which only succeeded in yanking him with it. Hips first, of course. "Turn it off, Fitz."

"I'm trying! It's-still-in-development-technically-so-things-like-this-still-happen." He was speaking just as rapidly as before, so she had to squint to decipher everything he said. It was difficult when it was all strung together like it was.

"Deep breath, Fitz," she said. "You gotta slow down, or I won't be able to understand you."

He took a long, deep breath and released it.

She continued. "You said the metal's only magnetic briefly, how brief is the usual stint?"

"Ten minutes or so, usually how long it would take for someone salvaging the metal to scoop up the mass, and then it wears off and everything unsticks."

"Okay, so we just have to wait ten minutes, right?"

"Well, normally we would. But since I was testing this, I rose the time limit."

"To what?"

He covered his face with his hands. "Aroundtwohours..." The words came out jumbled and muffled by his hands, but she could still make it out.

She exhaled, glancing down at her ring, her right palm splayed right over the zipper on his corduroys. "Deep breaths, you're speaking in cursive again."

He sucked a breath in and released it again, a little quicker than before, but it still helped. "What I don't understand is why your ring attracted the button on my trousers… I just… my trouser buttons aren't made from anything you'd make jewelry from."

"My ring's made of a zinc alloy. Janey had it made for me out of a scrap of our first mobile lab. Apparently, your trouser button is made of the same material… which is interesting, to say the least," she said, bordering on a full-on nervous ramble.

Fitz crossed his arms, his lips all but disappeared as he pressed them in a thin line. "Is it, Darcy? Is it interesting? Really?"

"Why don't you sit down? I'll go with you to grab a stool or something. Or just take your pants off. I won't look, I promise. I can even get an intern to go grab some of Bruce's extras for you to borrow until yours fall off my ring."

"That… that…" he shook his head. He was looking increasingly flustered and Darcy, for the life of her couldn't figure out why. Sure, this was an embarrassing predicament, but it wasn't as if it were becoming more embarrassing or anything. He was wearing underwear, most likely, and she wasn't going to look. Her little crush notwithstanding. She wasn't into ogling someone's underwear without their explicit permission.

He shifted again and suddenly it dawned on her.

Or pressed against her hand, rather. It was pressing rather stiffly against her thumb and forefinger, effectively tenting his trousers and becoming more and more impossible to ignore by the second.

He had to realize she'd notice, which explained his increasing frustration levels. Frustration on all fronts.

"Oh!" She tried to yank her hand back out of instinct, but again, it was stuck. Fitz jolted forward with her hand, closing his eyes and sighing heavily.

She scrambled for something to say. Something to make it better. "Oh geez. I'm sorry. Fitz. Really, it's not a big deal. I mean… I don't mean to say it's not big, but--"

If nothing else worked, maybe her rambling would. It was enough of a bucket of cold water to usually cool off anyone unfortunate enough to be paired with her on Tinder, so.

"Darcy… it's not your fault."

"God, really!" she continued, unstoppable in her awkwardness. " I'm sorry! I'll try not to move it! So sorry. God…" Darcy concentrated on not moving her hand. On not feeling the rapidly, almost impossibly, hardening… shaft-- God why am I like this?--beneath her fingers.

"Somehow that's worse," Fitz groaned, rubbing his hand over his face. "And I'm the one who's sorry, you didn't ask for this. Please stop apologizing."

"Maybe we could try not talking about it?" she offered. Seriously. This was a case of friction, right? Any dude would have this same problem. They just needed to diffuse the situation. Get him thinking about something else. Then, the problem would… shrink, and he could slip off his pants and then it'd be so much less awkward.

Fitz just shook his head, leaning back against the counter and taking Darcy with him.

"Seriously. Dude. It's just me. Just me. It's--"

"That's the problem, Darcy. It's you."

She blinked rapidly, trying to ascertain the meaning of his words. It was her. Why was that the problem? Did he… did he find her repulsive?

Her train of thought must have shown on her face because he quickly tried to explain further. "No, Darcy… you're the reason it's… in the state it's in." He looked down to where her hand was resting. He took his bottom lip between his teeth for a short moment. He looked up into her eyes. "I'm very fond of you. Feels like an understatement, considering…"

Darcy's mouth felt dry, so she snapped it closed, musing over his words. "So you… you fancy me?" Borrowing one of his words felt apropos, given their predicament.

He huffed out a laugh, smiling and blushing an even darker red. "Yes. You sound surprised, and I thought I was being obvious."

Darcy moved slightly closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body. To feel the waves of his nervousness. "I thought I was being obvious. Bringing you coffee, hanging on your every word. I mean, it's not difficult to hang on your every word, you're really interesting, but still…"

He made some kind of nervous sound, leaning to brace his hands on the counter behind him.

She moved to close the distance between them. She pressed her lips to his and he jolted. His arms stiffened as he leaned more into the kiss, even after Darcy broke it off, he chased after her, eyes dark. He smiled. "That's not helping matters in the slightest, I hope you know."

"I do," she said, smiling devilishly and moving her hand. Just slightly. Increasing the pressure until she had it wrapped loosely around him in his trousers.

He swallowed thickly, his throat bobbing as she leaned closer still, pressing her lips against his throat while she tightened her hold. "This okay?"

He gripped the counter and nodded. "Fuck yes, that's fine…"

She kissed her way up the column of his throat, lingering at his jaw until he cupped her chin with one hand so he could hold her still and kiss her deeply. His other arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against his body and trapping her hand between them.

A moan caught in his throat as he stopped abruptly, hurriedly breaking off the kiss. "Just one moment," he murmured, reaching for his phone and tapping against the screen a few times. Her hand suddenly dropped from his trousers, the weight of it tugging her wrist.

"My apologies. I promise I was paying attention. Just had a sudden thought…"

Darcy leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss him again. "FRIDAY, can you lock down Dr. Fitz's lab, please?"

"Of course Ms. Lewis," the A.I agreed smoothly.

"Is it okay if I put my hand back where it was?" Darcy whispered, inhaling sharply when Fitz nuzzled her nose with his, her lips scant centimeters from his.

"As long as I can do something with mine…" His lips brushed against hers when he spoke.

"I was hoping you'd say that…"

#Leo Fitz #Darcy Lewis #Darcy/Fitz #Fitz/Darcy #dlaf2019 #crack challenge #lemon

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pancakecakes · 5 years

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(my favorite) ways to say I love you

Summary: Winter started and Chat Noir seems a little down. Trying to cheer him up, Ladybug starts noticing her own feelings for him. Inspired on a Tumblr post.

Tags: Ladynoir, hugs, picnic, dancing, singing, fluff, a little bit of angst.

Notes: These were supposed to be drabbles and I fucked up. I’m thinking on writing a Christmas Special/continuation. Tell me if you want to read an extra chapter for this small series!

Read it on Ao3! (I think Tumblr is blocking posts with links, so I’ll just copy-paste the link here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16706167/chapters/39181465)

You’re really something, aren’t you.

“I mean, it’s really cold lately. We could get sick.” He said, still worried.

“We won’t get sick if we are careful,” Ladybug smirked “just make sure to eat all your vegetables, kitty. And make sure to wear something warm when you’re out.”

“What if I don’t have anything warm to wear?” he smirked back. He had plenty of warm clothes. The blue scarf his father gave him on his birthday was something he wore every day to school.

“I thought you were rich?”

“What gave you that idea, my lady?”

She hesitated “You’re right, I don’t know why I had this crazy idea you were rich.”

“If we were married, I’d work twice as hard to give you a life you deserve. If you want me to be rich, I can make it happen.”

She giggled “Sure thing kitty. But I want to accomplish things on my own too, you know. If we’re rich I want it to be because of our mutual effort.” She winked. Chat Noir suddenly felt warm, something he thought impossible after feeling cold all evening.

“And I’m sure you will! You’re the most amazing and talented girl I know,” he doubted for a second “well, maybe you’re the second most talented girl I know.” He joked.

“What did you say??” she faked to be offended.

“Well, there’s this girl in my class who is amazing. She’s like a Ladybug without a mask.”

“Oh… are you replacing me? Ah… my heart…”

“No one could ever replace you, my heart belongs to you and you only.”

“Now I’m jealous. Is she going to help you save Paris from now and on?” She pouted.

“My ladyyyyyyyyyyy.” He threw his arms around her, expecting to be dodged.

But he wasn’t. Ladybug caught him in her arms. He almost choked.

“No one could ever replace you, either.” She said, in a soft voice that was almost a whisper. She played with his hair. He started coughing uncontrollably “Are you ok Chat Noir?? Are you getting sick??” She put a hand on his forehead. He must be burning. “I think you ARE getting sick.”

“Don’t worry about it, tomorrow I’ll be ok I promise!”

“If you get sick who is going to help me defeat the akumas?”

“I won’t get sick!”

Next day was cold, again. He wasn’t expecting it to be warmer, but deep down he hoped to feel warmer in his heart. Cold evenings made him remember his mother wasn’t around for another year.

“Why are you looking so gloomy?” Ladybug arrived, with a pink gift bag.

“What’s that?”

“Oh, this? Nothing.”

“Could it be a present for me?”

She stayed silent for a moment to build some suspense “You guessed right! You said you didn’t have anything warm to wear, so I decided to give you some of my warm clothes!”

“Oh…”

“Eh? You don’t look nearly as excited as I thought you’d be. That’s… disappointing.”

“It’s not that… is just…” Why was he feeling sentimental? “Are you sure?”

“Why not? It’s cold and we need to make sure we don’t get sick. And…” she looked away, slightly blushed “I was hoping you would think of me wherever you wear it without the suit.”

“What if we know each other without the suit and you see me wearing it?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, don’t you think I would recognize your goofy smile and lame jokes anywhere?” he blushed. Even when he was happy, tears tried to make their way out. *

“I guess you’re right. I’d recognize you anywhere.”

“Now, you have to decide which one you want to keep.”

“Can’t I keep them all?”

“Close your eyes.”

“Are you going to kiss me?”

“Hmmm… Maybe.”

Chat Noir closed his eyes as fast as he could. He could easily feel how the warmness of his cheeks extended through all his face, ears and neck. He hoped Ladybug thought it was caused by the cold weather and not because of what she just said.

He felt how Ladybug put a soft warm scarf around his neck “Don’t open your eyes yet!” she then put a warm hat and right afterwards she took one of his hands and tried to put on a glove.

“Do you need help?” he joked.

“Yes, please.” She gave him the pair of gloves and once he finished putting them on, she spoke again “Open your eyes.”

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a very excited Ladybug holding a small mirror. She looked so happy. In the mirror he saw himself wearing a cat winter hat. Black, with small details in pink. The scarf was black as well, with a small charm of a cute pink flower. The gloves were fluffy, but the design matched his suit.

“Were this really—” he was interrupted by Ladybug, who placed a small kiss on his right cheek.

“I hope you like them.”

A small tear escaped his eyes.

This was too good to be true “I…love them.” He sighed and tried to not start crying on the spot “does it mean I can keep them all?”

“It means you have to give me something in return.”

He laughed. Another tear escaped his eyes “Isn’t my love enough?”

She bit her lower lip “If I told you it is… will you—” she hesitated. Her face matched her suit, turning completely red. “WILL YOU BUY ME MACAROONS?” she was suddenly nervous.

He laughed again, not believing what was happening “Dupain-Cheng’s?”

Ladybug’s lips parted, eyes filled with what seemed like… fear? Anticipation? … or maybe… hope?

“OH, you mean, the bakery?”

“What else could I mean?”

She looked away “Hmmm, yeah, Dupain-Cheng’s would be amazing.”

“I’ll bring you the biggest box of macaroons they have!”

“And then you wonder why I think you’re rich?”

“I’ll be everything you want me to be.”

“If you go to the Dupain-Cheng’s bakery…” she shyly started “ask them if they have something for you. I’ll buy you something.”

“You don’t have to.”

“But I want to!” she pouted “just ask them that, ‘do you have something for me?’ and they’ll know it’s you.”

“You mean they’ll know I’m Chat Noir?” he teased.

“Forget it, I won’t buy you anything.”

“But my ladyyyyyyy--”

“Ask them. I’ll leave something special for you.” She took her yoyo out “don’t dare to ask them more questions!”

“I promise.”

She smiled “See you tomorrow, kitty.” And then she disappeared.

He sighed, feeling his cheeks feeling warmer “You are really something, aren’t you?”

Come here.

“It’s nothing, really.” His mouth was filled with something unknown to her, and for some reason it bothered her.

“What is it, Chat Noir?” She repeated, slightly pissed.

“Nothing, my lady.” He smiled. Cheeks stuffed like a squirrel.

“Tell me what it is Chat Noir!” She threw her arms around him, but he quickly looked up as he chewed. Their height difference was a nightmare in that moment.

“Tell me what you’re eating!” she pressed his cheeks with both of her hands.

“Hmmm?”

“Chat Noir! What the hell are you eating??”

He quickly swallowed before he smiled at her and spoke normally again “Nothing. Why are you so interested??”

Why was she interested, she wondered? He was eating something, not big deal.

Chat Noir got closer and gave her a small kiss on the forehead. She pressed his cheeks harder and he let out a small groan. “Why do you have to be so aggressiveeee.” Chat Noir cried as he took two steps backwards and rubbed his cheeks.

“I am not. You’re being ridiculous! Why wouldn’t you tell me what you were eating?”

“I was not eating anything.”

She groaned “CHAT.”

“Yeah, that’s my name.”

She face-palmed. Why was it bothering her so much? She remembered those videos she saw on the internet where the owner of the pet was worried his dog or cat was eating something they shouldn’t. The difference was Chat Noir was not her pet, he was a human being.

“Ok, lets just forget about it.”

Chat Noir stuffed his mouth with something again, and slowly started to chew. When Ladybug noticed she ran in his direction and he used his staff to scape.

“CHAT NOIR!” She shouted as loud as she could “COME HERE.”

Sit next to me?

His house felt cold and empty since his mother disappeared, but the coldness was at least bearable in summer, when the external warmness fought his inner coldness. Now that November started, the warm dropped drastically from one week to another. The coldness he felt when he was home was unbearable.

If there was no way to avoid the coldness, he preferred feeling it in a random rooftop, with the beautiful view only Paris could offer. It was not new to him to escape and have some me-time as Chat Noir. He always fantasied with Ladybug appearing and making him company, but the nights always started cold and ended even colder. Even when he was hoping she would show, he knew she wouldn’t.

That’s why he couldn’t believe it when she showed out of nowhere. No akumas to fight, no any normal emergency on the city. Just her, like any other daydream of his. She was holding a full and big white bag and he wondered what could be inside.

“Mind if we share this beautiful view?”

“W-what are you doing here? Is there an emergency?”

“Not really. I just happened to be around and saw you hanging alone and decided to join you. Unless you want me to leave.”

“You were transformed too?”

She shrugged “No. I transformed after I saw you.”

Ladybug barely talked about her without the suit “Oh…” He wondered what she was doing out so late. He didn’t know anything about the girl under the mask. Maybe she was out buying things she needed to cook dinner or buying lights to decorate her home. It could be anything.

“What are you doing here? I thought an Akuma appeared or something was happening, and I was worried.”

“I just wanted to see the night sky before heading home.”

“It’s dinner time,” she noted “won’t you be late?”

“No one is really waiting for me…” he admitted almost in a whisper. He soon regretted it, Ladybug looked worried.

She then opened her white bag and tried to find something. Chat Noir got curious and looked in her direction.

“Then nobody’s going to get hurt if you have dinner with me, right?”

“Isn’t somebody waiting for you to eat dinner already?”

“I always have dinner with them. Tonight, I’ll be having dinner with you.” She smiled. Wasn’t this a dream? Every time he thought this couldn’t be better, she proved him wrong.

As if she had a whole picknick in her white bag, she started to pull out bread, cheese, fruit, sandwiches, juice and a thermo “I hope you like sweet food. I brought cookies and macaroons.”

“Were you having a date and I interrupted it?” he watched her organizing all the things between them “if that’s the case I’m glad I did.”

She giggled “Silly kitty. I was having a girl’s night with my best friend.”

“I thought I was your best friend?”

“I mean, my best girl-friend.”

“Are you two timing me, my lady?” She just laughed at him, and they started eating.

It is super romantic to have dinner with the girl you’re in love with, in a chilly night on a rooftop. In Paris. It was utterly romantic, he had to admit it, but what made him feel warm was not all of that, it was just the fact he was eating dinner with his best friend. Even if he was just a partner to her or even if it was a summer day and his mother was waiting for him, he would still feel this happy.

They ate until they were full and then looked at the sky while eating macaroons.

“Won’t your friend be mad you ditched her?”

“I called her and told her I was not going to make it.”

“You cancelled your plans because of me? Now I feel bad.”

“Don’t be, kitty. I’m glad we did this, I had much fun.”

His cheeks felt warmer “I’m glad we did this too.”

Once they finally finished, he helped her put everything back into her bag. They sit and watched the beautiful starry sky. It was getting late, but Ladybug didn’t seem to mind it.

This night was perfect. He wanted to be brave and ask her to sit closer to him, but he was afraid he would break the magic spell that made her do everything he wished to happen. What if he asked her to get closer and she suddenly needed to leave?

They stayed in silence for a couple of minutes, watching the moon and the stars, listening to distant laughter and music. Ladybug was shivering.

“Hey, Ladybug.”

“Hmmm?” her smile made him feel warmer. Maybe not all nights that started cold have to end colder. Maybe some nights could end warm and feel like being home if Ladybug was around.

With trembling lips, he finally dared to ask her “Sit next to me?”

You’re my favorite.

“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea…” Chat Noir finally spoke. He had been very quiet after they saved a cat from a tree. They were joking, and everything was normal. Then, all of the sudden Chat Noir started to laugh nervously and wouldn’t dare to look at her eyes. She was worried she did or said something to upset him.

“It’s ok, you can tell me what’s bothering you.” Ladybug tensed. She was always worried to hurt Chat Noir without realizing it since she rejected him.

Chat Noir bit his upper lip. “I know Hawk Moth is getting stronger and we need as much help as we can get… but I was wondering if… if you…” He hesitated for a moment, cat ears flat against his head. He sighed “Do you… really need me?”

Ladybug froze. Was her partner really saying that? “Of course, I need you kitty. I couldn’t have made it all this time without you.”

Silence.

“Chat Noir, I’m serious.” She put her hands on his shoulders, making him face her. “We fought together for a long time and I couldn’t have made it here without you. I know our little team became bigger these past months with Rena, Carapace and Bee, but you’ll always be MY partner. My best friend.”

Chat Noir offered a small warm smile. “I’m sorry my lady, I guess I can’t help feeling a little jealous when it’s not longer just you and me.”

“What are you saying Chat Noir, it’s always you and me against the world, remember?” Chat Noir slightly blushed “We’re the best team of all of Paris.” She tilted her head, shooting him with what could have been mistaken with a look you only give to people you’re in love with.

He shrugged “I guess I’m afraid I’ll stop being your favorite partner now that there’s more options for you to choose from.” He admitted, half joking half telling the truth. He tensed again, and she noticed.

He was afraid she would change him. As if she could ever do that.

“Kitty…” she looked at him, shrugging, looking vulnerable. He was the best and he couldn’t see it “I’ll tell you a secret,” she got closer, noses almost touching. Chat Noir blushed hard. “you’re my favorite.”

I was just thinking about you.

He was lost in his thoughts when Ladybug brought him back to reality.

“Are you ok?” she asked, worried sick. She looked cute.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he joked, quickly taking her hand and placing a small kiss on the back of it.

“Please don’t do that.”

“Would you prefer a kiss on the cheek, my lady?”

“What were you thinking?”

“Why are you so interested?”

“You looked…” her lips trembled. He must be looking sad, he already knew.

“Like the love of your life?”

She groaned. “I don’t know why I even try.”

“My mother--!”

Silence.

“What?”

“I was thinking about my mother.”

“Your… mother?”

An uncomfortable silence drowned the atmosphere before Chat Noir spoke again.

“Today I looked at the mirror and thought ‘wow, I’m so handsome.’ And started wondering who I got it from. My mother is so beautiful, only you could compare to her beauty. That’s when I realized: my mother, I got it from my mother. I was lost in thought thinking how hot I was, thanks to my mother.” He joked.

She rolled her eyes “It’s okay, if you don’t want to tell me you don’t have to make up a stupid story. I was genuinely worried you know.”

“But I am not lying, I was thinking about my mother…”

She looked at him as if she knew exactly what he was thinking. He didn’t lie about thinking about his mother. Knowing Christmas was close only made him remember she had been gone for almost two years now. It hurt him deeply, but he couldn’t just tell Ladybug he missed his mother, he needed to be strong. He was Chat Noir, the hero of Paris.

“I just want you to know you can count on me. I know sometimes it may seem I’m cold towards our personal life, but if you’re feeling bad, I need you to know I’m here for you.” She said, completely serious and pain sparkling in her eyes.

“I know you’re always there for me, bug.” He offered a soft smile.

Silence.

It’s not that he wouldn’t tell her about her mother because of their ‘secret identities’ deal, but he didn’t want her to see such vulnerable side of him. He knew he probably wouldn’t be able to hold his tears if he ever had to talk about her. Ladybug had seen him sad, upset, pissed and extremely happy, he trusted her. But he was embarrassed. He didn’t want his lady to pity him. He didn’t want anything to happen just because she knew his mother--.

“There are times I feel really bad,” she started, not looking at his eyes. Instead, she stared at the small clouds floating carefully in the sky as if they were cute white cotton candy “but when I see your dorky smile and hear your lame puns, I suddenly feel better. You don’t have to do much to make me feel as if I was invincible and capable of everything… I wish I could do that for you. I wish I could smile and make you feel better, just as easy as you do it…”

“Ladybug…”

“Maybe I can’t make your problems go away with my miraculous, or I can’t give you the support a normal friend could give, but if you tell me what I could do to make your problems disappear, just for as long as we are together… just for a moment… I’d gladly do it.”

Chat Noir blushed at the thought of Ladybug wrapping her arms around him. Ladybug kissing his cheek, Ladybug petting his head…

“Just having you here makes my life a lot better…” he said.

She smiled sweetly and gave him her hand. Not knowing what to do, he took her hand and she pulled him into an embrace. He choked in surprise.

“Having you in my life is a blessing.”

He felt his face burning. Ladybug started to pet his back and he felt her warm breath on his neck. On a chilly November evening, Ladybug hugged him as she told him how important he was in her life. Ladybug didn’t know how big the hole his mother left in his life, but whenever he was with her there were too little things to worry about. She felt warm. She felt like home.

He hugged her back and said softly to her ear “You’re amazing just the way you are. You don’t have to do anything but being yourself.”

“Don’t be afraid to be yourself with me. The you who smiles like an idiot, the you who makes lame puns, the you who’s always got my back. The you who sometimes stares at the sky and is sad, the you who needs a hug, the you you think you should hide. Be everything you are with me, and I’ll show you the sides of me I don’t show other people.”

“The you who is in love with me?” he joked. Ladybug snorted.

“The me who would do anything for you. The me who is inspired to be better thanks to you.”

“Thanks to me?”

She looked up and stared at his eyes. Beautiful blue eyes sparkled with the sun’s light, as if they were precious gems.

“You are my hero, Chat Noir.”

He bit his lip, trying to not show how happy it made him hear it. His throat and eyes burned, tears threatening to come out.

“YOU are MY hero, my lady.” How many times had she saved him? How many times things were easy because she was in his life? Sure, there were times he felt heart broken because he wanted her for himself only, but even with his shitty attitude, Ladybug always forgave him and kept showing him she cared, and she loved him on her own way.

She looked down and pouted for a second “Are you going to tell me what you were thinking earlier or not?”

“I already told you.”

She smiled broadly “and what were you thinking just now?”

He smiled back. She was everything he could ever hope for. Ladybug may not be his girlfriend, yet, but she was his best friend “I was just thinking about you.”

I notice you all the time.

“I was just trying to make you notice me.”

She laughed hard. Small tears appeared on her eyes as she tried to stop laughing.

“It isn’t funny.”

“I’m sorry, I just--” she kept laughing uncontrollably “are you really telling me that?”

“I am. Why are you laughing?” He shot her a pained look.

“I’m sorry, I’m truly am. Please don’t be mad?” She took his wrist to not let him escape.

He pouted and shrugged.

“I laughed because I am always noticing you Chat Noir. You don’t need to do anything.”

Chat Noir was covered in cake. White frosting on his hair, face and suit. He tried to bring it to her and failed terribly. He fell, and the cake was ruined.

“I made that for you.” He pouted “it was really hard because I’m not allowed to cook, and I had to do it fast. I was proud of it.”

She pressed her finger to his face, catching some frosting and took it to her mouth. Chat Noir blushed “it tastes really good. Not bad for a beginner.”

“You said you craved red velvet cake.”

“I know I did, but I didn’t mean you should bake me one.”

“I wanted to surprise you.”

She giggled “And you did it, kitty.”

He sighed deeply “I was hoping to eat it with you.”

“I can bring you something sweet next time we meet, just tell me what you’re craving.”

“And we’ll have a little picknick?” he teased.

“Again? Don’t be silly, if we keep doing that it’ll stop being special.”

“I don’t care, it is special just because it’s with you.”

“You silly, silly cat.” she tried to get all the frosting off his face “You smell delicious. You should wear red velvet cake to every akuma fight.” She joked.

“I’m actually using the Agreste perfume.”

“Oh, good taste, I’m impressed. But I think I prefer the sweet smell of frosting and cake.”

“I thought you didn’t love pastries?”

“I don’t dislike them. Let’s just say my family has pastries around every day. When I was younger it was paradise, but now the magic wore off.”

“I think it sounds like heaven.”

“Because you don’t eat them every day.”

“I’d love to eat pastries every day.”

“If you do that, you’ll get fat and you’ll roll your way to the akumas.”

“But I’ll still have your love, so that’s okay for me.”

She finished getting all the frosting off his face. “You’d still have my love even if you didn’t do anything.”

Chat Noir turned red. He tried to mumble something but at the end he couldn’t even form a simple sentence.

“Please don’t ever forget,” she dropped her yoyo before leaving “I notice you all the time.”

With a fast movement she left, before Chat Noir could see the blush that crawled up from her neck, through her cheeks, reaching even her ears. He was adorable.

here, I made this for you.

After they defeated the akuma, Chat Noir noticed how down Ladybug looked.

“Are you ok Bugaboo?”

“Please, don’t call me that.”

“Did something happen?”

“I…” she hesitated “I’m not having a good day, that’s all.”

“Is there anything I could do?”

“Not really. Unless you’re actually my classmate and can help me with my art project.” she sighed “I have to go.”

“Wait-!” he shouted, “Are you free this evening?”

“Are you serious?” she looked unimpressed and pissed.

“You always cheer me up when I’m feeling down, can’t I try to do the same for you?”

This caught her off guard. She bit her lower lip as she considered it. The beeping sound of her miraculous brought her back to reality “Ok, but just this one.”

“Six o clock?”

She slightly smiled “Six o clock.”

Adrien got to class just in time. It was art class, and everyone had their projects in hand. He had forgotten about it. The only other person who seemed worried about the art project was Marinette. Alya was laughing at her because apparently, she destroyed her project on her way to school.

“Dude, where’s your project?” Nino asked.

He laughed “I guess I forgot about it.”

“You and Marinette are the only ones who didn’t bring a project.”

“I guess you’re meant for each other.” Alya said, suddenly entering to the conversation.

Marinette blushed hard and hit her head in the table. Poor Marinette, she looked uncomfortable whenever someone told them they’d look good together. Sometimes he wondered why Marinette didn’t like him. He wouldn’t mind dating her, she was amazing. He’d actually be honored.

He would definitely date her if he wasn’t so in love with Ladybug. He could guess why Marinette didn’t like him: Adrien Agreste, childhood best friend of Chloé, the most hated girl at school (and probably all of Paris, next to Hawkmoth), famous model but only because he was the only son of famous parents, fashion designer Gabriel Agreste and beautiful and talented actress, Emelie Agreste.

He was good in many things, but nothing too amazing. Marinette in other hand was not only the class rep, she had an amazing talent as a fashion designer (I mean, she won a contest his FATHER held and was invited by Chloé’s mother to New York), did the cover art for Jagged Stone’s album (he even went to her house for a special TV program) and everyone had a crush on her at least once. He tried his best to be the amazing friend she was to him and respect the fact she didn’t like him.

The teacher arrived and was disappointed of Marinette and Adrien. They had to work together for a make up project and present it next class. Marinette seemed like she wanted to cry. Adrien knew he wasn’t perfect in art projects, but he hoped Marinette would believe a little more in him.

Classes and extra-curricular activities were over. He barely had any time to do something to cheer up Ladybug. He texted Nathalie and quickly transformed into Chat Noir. He rushed to get everything ready.

Ladybug arrived exactly at six. The place was decorated with nochebuena flowers and red candles. It looked a little like the time Ladybug rejected him, but this time he tried to go for a more Christmas-like atmosphere instead of romantic. In the middle, a small table with a red velvet cake and a small decorated Christmas tree.

“I don’t see any mistletoe.” She said, amazed by the decorations.

“You don’t need a mistletoe to kiss me.” He smirked and flirted. She looked a little happier than earlier.

“Is this red velvet?” She approached the table and with a finger grabbed some frosting and tasted it.

“Of course, my lady. I remember you loved it last time.”

“I think I loved it on you.” She smiled “Chat… this is beautiful. Thank you.”

“I know Christmas is next month, but you seemed really excited and I thought it could cheer you up.”

“I thought you didn’t like Christmas.”

“Well… it’s not that I hate it. Let’s say Christmas is my red velvet cake” He admitted it.

“Still, I’m thankful because you’d do this for me even if you’re not too excited about Christmas.”

“I think I’d love everything as long as you’re there with me.”

She giggled “Then you’ll have to actually love everything, kitty, because I’m never leaving you.”

“Neither do I, Ladybug.”

She looked curious at his hand. He was holding a small gift behind his back “What is that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please, Chat, don’t start with this again.”

“Well… you wouldn’t think I made you come all the way here to just have a small date with Paris’ most handsome hero, do you?”

“Is that a gift for me?”

“Well… Maybe.”

She faked to be offended “Don’t tell me you didn’t make the cake and the present is an apology?”

He snorted “I made you something different this time.”

She slightly blushed as he approached her. She looked so beautiful. He carefully showed her a small white box, which he opened and revealed a delicate necklace. The lace was made of silver and small charms hanged from it. There was a small ladybug and a white butterfly.

“You made this??”

“Well… I bought everything and put them together.” He blushed, and she laughed happily.

“But… wow… this looks expensive…” she gasped “Isn’t this Gabriel Agreste’s?” she looked terrified.

“Yeah…” Oh, he had forgotten his father brand was expensive. For him it was as easy as asking Nathalie to bring something to give a friend who was feeling down. Well, maybe it wasn’t as easy as that, but Nathalie agreed to do it without much information, and kept the secret from his father.

“I can’t accept it.” She looked nervous and surprised.

“Yes, you can! And let me start over, we just killed the atmosphere.”

She snorted “What atmosphere?”

“Just let me do it again!”

She giggled “Okay.”

He stared at her until she stopped giggling and became serious again. The silence made them both blush and tension started to build. He thought of Marinette, and the lucky bracelet she gave him. He hoped this necklace could be a happy necklace to Ladybug. His heart felt warm, not knowing if it was because of Ladybug’s lovely face of the thought of his amazing classmate.

This time he said it as softly as he could, and Ladybug’s warm cheeks and smile warmed his whole body and soul “Here, I made this for you.”

This instrumental reminds me of you.

Marinette Dupain Cheng spent all her morning listening to playlists on Spotify. It was that kind of morning.

She woke up at six and decided to stay in bed until nine, when it felt like a decent time to wake up on a Sunday morning. Tikki kept sleeping and she didn’t want to either sleep more or leave the comfort of her warm bed.

November started a while ago, and coldness embraced her body all day and night. She loved cold weather. She was happy to use her warmer clothes and feel the cold in her face whenever she was outside, but she remembered how Chat Noir mentioned he didn’t like it too much. She still wondered why her partner didn’t like it. Did he prefer hot weather? How could he?

It came to her mind how he joked about the weather when they fought Stormy Weather. Her cheeks felt warmer at the thought of Chat Noir in a swimsuit, then she started laughing because he imagined said swimsuit over his Chat Noir suit.

She created a new playlist and named it ‘Ladynoir’ the ship name Paris made for them. She liked how it sounded, but at the same time he was worried how happy Chat Noir looked when she said it didn’t bother her.

She started to add songs that reminded her to Chat Noir. She was completely sure she was in love with Adrien Agreste, but sometimes she wondered if she would be in love with Chat Noir if Adrien never gave the umbrella to her. She already knew the answer; even if she was in love with Chat Noir, their top priority was to protect Paris from Hawkmoth. She would have to turn him down even when she wanted to jump into his arms and kiss him, waiting for the moment Hawkmoth was finally defeated to confess her love.

Wait, why was she thinking about this? She was in love with Adrien Agreste, not Chat Noir.

She blushed and covered her face with the duvet. Lately, whenever he started to think of Adrien, she ended up thinking of Chat Noir. Both of them were blond and had green eyes. Apart from Luka, it felt like she had a type. Luka was handsome and sweet, but he was in 3rd place. Chat Noir was fighting to steal away the 1st place from Adrien. She sighed.

She wished she never noticed how sweet and amazing Chat Noir was. Everything would be more complicated if she actually started to love him.

She stared at the ceiling, thinking maybe making a playlist for Chat Noir wasn’t the best idea. She was about to delete it when she finally gave up and added more songs.

‘Well, its not like he would find my playlist and notice I have a small crush on him, right?’ she thought and continued.

That evening an akuma attack took place. It was easy to defeat, so it didn’t take much time to deal with it. Chat Noir seemed distracted, and he didn’t flirt even once. Maybe he was feeling bad again? They said ‘goodbye’ to each other and something felt wrong within her. Was she supposed to do something?

She cared deeply for Chat Noir. She bit her lower lip at the thought of showing him her playlist. Would it cheer him up? Isn’t that a way of flirting? ‘Hey Chat Noir, I made this playlist while thinking of you.’ She blushed hard. Yeah, it seemed like flirting. But she would do it anyway.

She found him sitting on a rooftop looking at the sky. The sky was beautiful, she had to at least admit it. It had different tones of orange and pink. The sun would set in less than thirty minutes and then everything would be dark. She liked to think the night could be dark and cold, but it was the only way you could see the stars and moon sparkling in the sky. And it was a perfect to watch them together with someone you loved.

“The sky is beautiful today.” She said before approaching and sit really close to him. He tensed at the sudden closeness and blushed, but kept his eyes glued to the sky.

“Y-yeah, it is beautiful.” He hesitated “B-but not nearly as beautiful as you, my lady.”

“I brought you something.”

He looked at her and noticed her cellphone and a pair of in-ear headphones.

“You…brought me a cellphone?” he looked so confused, Ladybug couldn’t avoid smiling “Thank you, that’s… really sweet of you.”

“Don’t be silly, kitty. Here,” she offered one of the in-ear headphones and she used the other one on her left ear. “I want you to listen to something.” She blushed. She hoped Chat Noir didn’t think she was flirting with him, she truly did.

With trembling hands, he took it and put it into his right ear. She then turned his phone on and the playlist was the first thing to be shown. She decided to change the name to ‘Chat Noir’ so he wouldn’t get the wrong idea. He looked surprised, but she wasn’t sure if it was because of the closeness, the cellphone or the fact that she was about to show him songs.

Now that she thought about it, everything was very romantic. They were on a rooftop in Paris, watching the sun set as they shared music. And the music she was about to play was… well, it was romantic but in a platonic way. It really was… right?

“You made a playlist for me?”

“I woke up early on Sunday and couldn’t go back to sleep. I don’t know how but I ended up making a playlist of songs that reminded me of you.”

“I also have a playlist that reminds me of you.” He admitted, cheerfully.

She pressed play and the first song started. “Did you play Kingdom Hearts?”

“Yes. I played recently because they announced KH3 to be out next year.”

She smiled. “The one who sings this song is the voice actor of Kairi in the English dub.”

Hayden Panettiere started to sing My hero is you. Chat Noir focused on the lyrics and she thought he looked very cute. As the song kept playing, Chat Noir tensed. She was doing this for him to feel better, not to start crying! She wanted to let Chat Noir know how much he meant to her and help him cheer up a little.

When the song was about to finish, with a broken voice she started to sing to him.

“When my world goes crazy you won’t let go. When the ground gets shaky you give me hope.” He looked so surprised, tension dissolving as she kept singing. “When I try to push you away, you never move, yeah.” It was true. Chat Noir was always there for her no matter what “Now when I start doubting you help me see there’s a strength, and a mind, and a power in me, for believing there ain’t nothing I can’t do.” She remembered how Chat Noir believed in her even when she didn’t when they were fighting the first akuma “My hero is you.” Chat Noir’s eyes sparkled.

As she sang the last part, Chat Noir said with a decided voice and they ended up saying the same thing “My hero is you.” She smiled warmly, but when she recognized the song, she turned red and she covered her face with her hands. Decided to keep singing, she tried to not mess up.

We can dance by Schuster was playing now.

“Is this Spanish?” he asked curiously.

Well, Spanish sounds happy, that’s why it made her think of him. With the best Spanish she could speak, which wasn’t good at all, she sang to him again. “You can dance cuando estoy junto a ti,” why did she added that song? “no estés triste la vida es así,” she read the translation and thought it was appropriate, but now she was regretting it “we can dance all night long, baby nunca te alejes de mí.”

“That’s so romantic of you, Ladybug.”

She knew her face was red. Did Chat Noir know Spanish? She hoped not.

He started singing to her “You can dance cuando piensas en mí, solo quiero que seas feliz.” Oh shit, he either knew Spanish or knew the song. “We can dance all night long, baby nunca te alejes de mí.” His Spanish was beautiful. She didn’t know Chat Noir knew more languages apart from French and English.

When the next song started, she wanted to die from embarrassment. She quickly stood up and thanked the universe her headphone’s cable was long enough or she would have ruined everything. She offered her hand and sang to him in a broken voice.

Take my hand by he is we started to play.

“Take my hand, I’ll teach you to dance.” At least she saved the atmosphere. Chat Noir smiled warmly as he took her hand and stood up besides her “I’ll spin you around, I won’t let you fall down.” He put a hand on her shoulder and the other one on her waist. She blushed and did the same, staring directly into his eyes. “Would you let me lead?” He nodded “You can step on my feet, give it a try. It’ll be alright.” They started dancing and Chat Noir laughed. He looked happier and that made her feel brave.

“The room’s hush hush and now is our moment.” She kept singing “take it in, feel it all and hold it. Eyes on you, eyes on me. We’re doing this right.” She was lost in his beautiful green eyes “’cause lovers dance when they’re feelin’ in love, spotlights shinin’ it’s all about us.”

Chat Noir started to sing with her “It’s all about us.”

Then he sang alone, to her. Her chest felt warm “Suddenly, I’m feeling brave. I don’t know what’s got into me.” He slowed their dance “Why I feel this way, can we dance real slow? Can I hold you, can I hold you close?” She nodded, and Chat Noir pressed their bodies in a tender way.

They sang together again. Chat Noir already knew the song “The room’s hush hush and now is our moment, take it in, feel it all and hold it. Eyes on you, eyes on me. We’re doing this right. ’cause lovers dance when they’re feelin’ in love, spotlights shinin’ it’s all about us.”

She rushed to sing alone again “Do you hear that, love? They’re playing our song.”

He sang back to her “Do you think we’re ready? Oh, I’m feelin’ it.”

Her voice was no longer broken, she sang confidently “Do you hear that, love?” she didn’t even notice when she started to lean to him “Do you hear that, love?”

He didn’t lean back to her, but his smile was big and bright “Do you hear that, love? They’re playing our song.”

She was surprised when she caught herself looking at his lips. She tried to convince herself she was looking at his smile “Do you think we’re ready? Oh, I’m feelin’ it. Do you hear that, love?”

“Do you hear that, love?” he repeated.

Maybe… she could kiss him “Do you hear that, love? They’re playing our song.”

“Do you think we’re ready? Oh, I’m feelin’ it.” His voice broke at the end. He looked nervous.

“Do you hear that, love?” she was back to reality and she realized what she was doing.

“Do you hear that, love?” they both sang before she made some space between them and sang the last part of the song, dancing normally with him again.

Chat Noir could have easily kissed her back there and he didn’t. She was glad, but at the same time she wondered if it was just the moment or if it was a moment of pure realization.

Iris by Goo Goo dolls started playing. Before she could start singing, Chat Noir put a finger over her lips and he sang to her with a soft voice. Was he always so dreamy?

“And I'd give up forever to touch you 'cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be, and I don't want to go home right now.” Why were the lyrics so fitting? She never realized that song could fit Chat Noir feelings towards her so much.

They had stopped dancing. Chat Noir held one of her hands as he kept singing “And all I can taste is this moment. And all I can breathe is your life. And sooner or later it's over, I just don't wanna miss you tonight.” This was out of hand, this was romantic. But she didn’t care anymore.

“And I don't want the world to see me 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.” He was feeling the lyrics. For a moment she felt as if Chat Noir himself wrote the song for her.

She finally sang to him “And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming, or the moment of truth in your lies. When everything feels like the movies, yeah you bleed just to know you're alive.”

They sang together the last part before the vocal break of the song. “And I don't want the world to see me 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.”

They stared at each other, listening to the instrumental section. He was the first one to break the silence “This song reminds me of you.”

“It reminds me of you too.”

He smiled warmly “Even when everything’s wrong and it’s painful, you make me feel better. Knowing you’re here with me makes me feel better.”

“You’re the only one who can see this side of me.” She sad to him “You…” she looked away “You believed in me when I doubted myself. And you still do. If something wrong happened, knowing you are there for me is enough. Having you beside me is enough.”

She looked back at him and the tension was clear. They were brought back to reality when the singing voice started to speak again. They both laughed happily.

They sang the last part together “And I don't want the world to see me 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.” They cared for each other deeply “I just want you to know who I am.” He wasn’t forcing himself on her, and it made her feel good “I just want you to know who I am.” And even if they couldn’t be together right now, he accepted it and assured her it was okay for him, because he respected her “I just want you to know who I am.”

May I, by Trading Yesterday started playing. Perfect timing.

She sang with a soft voice “There you stand, opened heart, opened doors. Full of life with a world that's wanting more. But I can see when the lights start to fade the day is done and your smile has gone away.” This reminded her of how Chat’s mood changed when the cold weather started. She also remembered Chat Noir saying a couple of times his parents were a little strict with him. “Let me raise you up, let me be your love.” Wow, that sounded like a confession “May I hold you as you fall to sleep? When the world is closing in and you can't breathe here. May I love you, may I be your shield when no one can be found. May I lay you down?” It’s not that she didn’t mean it, but she might as well could start dating Chat Noir at the end of the night and she couldn’t blame him for misunderstanding her intentions. “All I want is to keep you safe from the cold, to give you all that your heart needs the most.” She truly wanted to do it.

She kept singing to him. His eyes watered as she sang this part “All that's made me is all worth trading, just to have one moment with you. So, I will let go with all that I know, knowing that you're here with me. For your love is changing me.” Chat Noir bit his lower lip and then covered his face.

Ladybug stopped singing. She placed her free hand on his shoulder, worried sick “What’s wrong, kitty?”

“I don’t deserve you in my life.” His broken voice and sharp words pierced her heart.

“What would you think that?” looking at him like this made her want to cry.

“You’re too good for me.”

“I’m exactly what you deserve, Chat Noir.” She hugged him, and he started to sob quietly against her shoulder. He carefully placed his arms around her waist and she felt her eyes watering too.

The song kept playing and the new one started. They kept hugging in silence.

Everything by Lifehouse started playing. Chat Noir cried more and more as the song kept playing. She meant everything the song said.

Almost in a whisper, she sang part of the song for him “And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you? Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?” she stroked his hair and felt him relax in her arms.

Decided, she sang again “Cause you're all I want, you're all I need, you're everything, everything.” How could she have been so blind all this time? Can she call this feeling love? “You're all I want, you're all I need, you're everything, everything.” This was wrong, she shouldn’t love him… they needed to protect Paris “You're all I want, you're all I need, you're everything, everything.” If something happened to him during an Akuma attack she… “You're all I want, you're all I need. Everything, everything.”

Realization hit her like cold water in the middle of December. She loved this boy. She loved Chat Noir, she’d do anything to make him smile. She pressed her lips on top of his head, smelling his hair.

She said the last words of the song to his ear “Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?”

He paused the album and waited for him to face her. It took a while. Chat Noir stopped crying before the song ended but breathed deeply trying to, what seemed like, calming himself completely before facing her.

“You can keep crying if that’s what you need. I’ll be here the whole time. I won’t let you cry alone again.” She said, sincerely.

“I’m okay now.” He said, with the usual voice people have after crying.

“Will you look at me?”

He hesitated “I can’t?”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to see me like this?”

She laughed sweetly “You’ve seen me in my worst, yet I don’t remember me telling you that.”

“I’m supposed to be your knight in shining armor.”

“We’re a team. We can both be the princess and the knight in shining armor.” She petted his head “besides, you are always my knight, you deserve a break sometimes.”

He finally faced her. She bit her upper lip. “I…” she suddenly felt extremely nervous. “I kept thinking about you,” she admitted, and Chat Noir blushed “that’s why I brought my cellphone, I wanted to show you the songs that remind me of you.” She tried to fight the warmness in her cheeks. “There’s plenty of more songs, but we can listen to them other day.”

“I’d love to keep listening to them, even if it takes us all night.”

“Then I don’t see why we wouldn’t do exactly that.”

They stared at each other and Ladybug quickly looked away. She didn’t want to kiss him or confess his love right that moment. She had to have self-control. Their love could wait just a little longer, they just needed to defeat Hawkmoth and they could love each other as much as they wanted.

She switched to the Youtube App and quickly typed the name of the next song.

A beautiful melody started to play. The tittle shown was Howl’s Moving Castle Main Theme (viola/piano) duet ft. KevinsKeys “This instrumental reminds me of you.”

If you do it, I’ll do it.

“If you do it, I’ll do it.” He looked decided.

She nodded at him.

They stayed silent for a couple of seconds, which ended up feeling like a couple of minutes. They had only one shot at doing it right, and both were determined to not fail.

They heard it at school. The rumor said if you did it right you could have a wish and it would become true. He wanted his mother back, as simple as that. Ladybug blushed when he asked what her wish was. Could it be she hoped to start dating him? A small blush appeared under his mask. It couldn’t be it.

When Ladybug suggested it, he was surprised. Why would Ladybug try something like this? It felt like something he would try, but it felt strange coming from her. He then wondered if she was doing this for him.

He was feeling down, it wasn’t anything new. There were moments he was truly happy: at school, at some of his classes, when he was with Ladybug… but the in-between moments were especially sad and lonely. He had a hard time focusing in the good things, and he was afraid he could get akumatized. Ladybug noticed the change since day one, and she had been there for him, trying to comfort him.

Not really knowing why he felt sad, Ladybug would try a lot of silly things to cheer him up. Maybe this was one of those things. It was silly to think you could get a wish if you did something like this, but Ladybug looked decided and went to buy them before he could argue.

They stood in front of each other, staring.

Just one chance to make it right. Chat Noir started to feel nervous. What if he did it wrong and Ladybug was pissed? No, Ladybug couldn’t be that serious… right?

“If we do it together, I think we can get that wish…” she broke the silence while looking dead serious.

“Is there really something my lady wants so desperately?”

She blushed again “Don’t you?”

Silence. Of course, there was something he wanted.

“Isn’t better this way? How things are right now?” he dared to ask her, with a low voice.

She hesitated, thoughtful “No.”

What was what she wanted? He died to know.

Could he do it? Could he be too decided to obtain something that he’d do something silly? Maybe something risky… he remembered the power of the ladybug and chat noir miraculous combined, and he thought of the possibility of this actually working.

They were Ladybug and Chat Noir, heroes of Paris. They could do anything if they did it together.

With determination on his eyes, Chat Noir finally spoke confidently “Let’s do this.”

They both gulped. Filled with determination, they took a step closer to each other and pressed their ice-creams on each other’s faces. One was strawberry and chocolate flavored (Chat Noir’s), and the other one was mint and chocolate (Ladybug’s). The waffle cone was fish shaped.

Momotabi was a new Japanese themed ice-cream atelier. It was super popular among students thanks to their amazing looking ice-creams. And because everyone was a weeb, honestly. He was really exited to go since he hard from Alya the place opened, but he was really busy, and his father wouldn’t let him go.

The rumor started because a clumsy boy tripped and smashed the ice-cream into a girl’s face. This girl accidentally pressed her own ice-cream on the boy’s face too. That same evening, the boy won a Nintendo Switch and the girl won coupons to get really expensive things in her favorite store, for free.

People started doing it and sometimes it worked, some other times it didn’t. Everyone at school was trying it. He just wished he could go and taste the waffle and ice-cream, call him a simple guy.

Ladybug laughed happily, and he couldn’t stop the laughed that escaped from his own lips. Still laughing, they let themselves fall into the ground. It was something silly to do, but both were happy they did it.

“Thank you…” he said, looking at her tenderly.

“Do you think our wish will come true?”

“Mine already has.”

“What did wish for??”

“I wished to see you smile.”

She covered her mouth to hide the brightest smile he had ever seen on her lips “What a coincidence.”

“What did you wish for, my lady?”

She looked up at the bright blue sky “For you to be happy.”

I miss you so much.

Chat Noir seemed to be busy and very tired lately. His goofy smile and lame puns were replaced by a worn-up smile and silence for the whole week. After the akumas were defeated, he just waved goodbye and disappeared without even flirting. Even when they saw each before defeating the akuma, Chat Noir didn’t show his usual excitement to see her.

She never thought she would miss it. Or maybe she was just worried. Chat Noir didn’t seem too Chat Noir lately.

“Is everything all right Chat Noir?” she managed to quickly say before he left.

“It is now that I got the pleasure to see you.” He flirted, as if it wasn’t the first time in a while.

“You seem tired and I was worried.” She pouted.

“It’s nothing to worry about, my lady.” He was ready to go, when she stopped him again.

“Will I be seeing you tonight?”

Chat Noir hesitated “Of course,” he seemed troubled. “I wouldn’t miss it even if my life depended on it.”

He quickly left. Ladybug felt something in her chest she couldn’t quite place.

He missed Chat Noir. Now that she discovered her inconvenient feelings towards him it was a shame (or maybe a blessing?) Chat Noir was busy. She hoped to see him more before the holidays, and maybe getting him a present.

It was so strange. She was obsessed with Adrien not too long ago and now she was crushing hard on her partner. She feared the realization she had earlier that month was true: she loved him. It wouldn’t be strange, they went through a lot of things together protecting Paris and they were really good partners. It’d be only natural to feel something.

Chat Noir already did, he tried to confess his feelings only to be rejected by her. Not only that, she told him there was another guy… what was she supposed to do now? Go to him and tell him ‘oh you know what, I changed my mind. I think I like you now’? how could she prove she wasn’t messing around if she changed her mind so easily?

She covered her face with both of her hands. This was a disaster. Chat Noir made her feel like summer in her heart, even when it was freezing outside. She could hide it, she must do it.

There was no other way.

They had to help people get out of a burning building as the firefighter rushed to get there.

It was weird to see fire on winter, but sometimes people did stupid things to keep themselves warm. They finished really with the help of the firefighters and people remaining calm. It was a good thing they did patrols time to time.

The fire wasn’t the only thing that was warm that cold winter night. Her chest felt warm and nice every time she saw his face and his smile. This time he didn’t go as soon as they finished, as he did lately.

“It’s been a while.” He admitted.

“Yeah…” she looked away. She smiled and scratched the back of her neck. She was so happy she could die.

“I’m sorry I’ve been busy lately. I’ve had…” he doubted before continuing “too much work.”

“You work?” they were really young, they shouldn’t work, at least not to the point to be super busy. But then she also helped her parents at the bakery when they had much work, so maybe it was a similar situation.

He smirked “How else would I get the money to take you to a nice restaurant next month?”

She laughed loudly “You don’t need to take me anywhere fancy. Let’s just have a small picnic in a rooftop like last time.”

“I thought you didn’t want to make a habit out of it.” He raised an eyebrow.

“It’d be nice to have you around every day, instead of working a lot to just take me somewhere nice someday...” she knew he was joking, but she still said it. The look in Chat Noir’s face confused her. First, he was surprised, and then she noticed pain.

“It’s not my intention to make you feel abandoned, my lady.” He took her hand and brought it to his lips. She didn’t move it, instead she accepted the kiss happily.

“I know. But I can’t help feeling a little lonely when you’re not around.”

“Could it be you miss me so much you can’t handle it?” he teased. She bit her upper lip and looked away “…Ladybug?”

She suddenly felt sad. Yes, she felt lonely. Yes, she missed him so much she could barely stand it.

“What’s wrong?” He suddenly tensed and tried to reach her with his hand, she quickly stepped back. The painful look Chat Noir had on his face was a clear reflection of how she felt inside. It hurt so much, but she didn’t want to say it out loud, as if it would make the pain less real.

“If there’s something wrong I can help.” He put on a fake smile “Just tell me what’s wrong…”

Her eyes burned. If she told him the truth, what face would he make? Will he be around more? But what if it would trouble him because he was really busy and he couldn’t be around even if he wanted to…

“Please, Ladybug, talk to me…”

She bit her lower lip. A small tear escaped her eyes, and by the time it reached the corner of her jaw it was freezing. She pretended she was chewing something. Chat Noir quickly understood and let out a pained laugh “What are you eating, Ladybug?”

She laughed and covered her mouth. She then started crying. Why did it hurt so bad? Why did she miss him so much?

He hesitantly approached her, every move as slow as he could make them to give her time to push him away. She didn’t move. Chat Noir placed his hands on her shoulders and pressed his forehead on hers. “What’s wrong, my lady?”

She sobbed and cried softly. She would tell him the truth, she decided. But what truth will she be willing to tell him? That she loved him? That she missed him deeply? She didn’t want to sound selfish, but she wanted to be with him as much as she could.

She shrugged, and between sobs and doubts she finally admitted “I miss you so much.”

I wish I had known you sooner.

It was almost December. Each day that passed hurt him deeply. Another Christmas without his mother, another cold night alone in his room, wishing maybe next morning his mother would run her fingers through his hair to wake him up.

But wishing it wouldn’t make it true. He would wake up next day, alone. There was no escape.

It was colder than other years, or maybe it only felt colder because he felt cold inside. He wasn’t completely alone, he had Nathalie and the Gorilla, his friends and his lady, but everyone would be busy with their families, like they should. Nathalie loved him, he knew it, but as everything else in the mansion she felt cold. The Gorilla loved him too, but he was shy to properly show it. His father surely loved him, but he was trapped in his own sadness and for awhile Adrien wasn’t his top priority. At least it felt like it.

Is true Ladybug wouldn’t love him back the way he loved her, but she was his light, the stronger pillar in his life. He admired and loved Ladybug no matter what, and she always showed him how much he meant to her. And for that he was grateful. It was enough.

Saturday morning and they were on patrol. It was extremely rare to do patrol in the morning, but they were busy during the evening and they both had the morning free. The sun was warm, but the air and day in general was cold. Without a doubt December was next around the corner.

Even with the sky shining in the sky, the brightest thing was Ladybug. She looked so happy, blushed cheeks and big smiles. He wondered what happened that morning to make her so cheerful. Instead of feeling jealous he felt happy for her. Her happiness was contagious.

“You look specially happy today, bug.”

“It’s because I saw you this early in the morning today.”

His heart skipped a beat. Lately Ladybug flirted back a lot, he didn’t know why but he kept telling himself she didn’t like him in that way. He gulped.

“What’s wrong kitty, cat got your tongue?” she joked.

“You just… stole the words out of my lips.”

“How could I have done that if I haven’t kissed you,” He blushed. She was clearly flirting, right? “yet.” She smirked, and he stopped breathing for a long time. If she kept flirting like that he could die, or worse, he could star thinking she had feelings for him.

“W-we can start with the kiss before you change your mind.”

“Alright then.” She approached him and slowly placed her lips right beside his. He could seriously die from a heart attack, but he wouldn’t care. This was heaven.

“A-are you ok? Are we even sure you weren’t attacked by an akuma??” he was red, and he couldn’t feel the cold weather anymore.

She laughed “Silly kitty.”

“Did something happen?”

“Hmmm…” she thought of something. He started to be curious, fake cat ears twitching “I was serious, I’m just happy I saw you today. You had been busy all month and sometimes I don’t know if I’ll be seeing you before an akuma attack.”

She was so sweet. “I still have a lot of things going on, but I’m doing my best to have enough time for you.”

“What else could I ever need to be happy?” she looked at him so tenderly he really had to convince himself she only saw him as a friend.

Oh, wait… didn’t it sounded kind of… familiar?

“I feel this month has been eternal.” She looked away, at the people in the streets hurrying to the street market to buy vegetables and other supplies.

“Yeah…” time passed slow when you felt sad.

“But I’m happy.” She looked back at him “The weather is cold, but you keep me warm.”

He considered to ask her if she was flirting. There was no second meaning in her words, but they were tender and sweet. He was already addicted to it and he wondered if once winter was over Ladybug would go back to her usual self. He started to like winter. Ladybug shone so brightly and warmed his life and heart. Maybe winter wasn’t as cold as he remembered after all.

“Hmmm.” She looked at her feet.

“What happened?”

“Can I hug you?”

He was not prepared for this. How could she ask him so normally after flirting, almost kissing him on the lips and acting so cute?

“Sure.”

She smiled broadly and got closer. She pressed her ear on his chest and caught his waist between her arms. “I can hear your heart.”

He hugged her back. “It’s yours.”

“I’m glad we met.”

He blurred his face into her neck and smelled her sweet perfume. Ladybug only giggled and hugged him tighter. Maybe he was already dead, and this was heaven.

The sky wasn’t dark and neither the stars nor the moon was shining brightly above them. Not the piano nor a violin were playing on the background and it definitely wasn’t a scene worthy of being in a romantic movie. They were just two friends on top of a rooftop in the middle of the morning, soft mumbles heard from the distance, sun shining brightly in their heads. They shared an embrace and none of them quickly turned their faces to confess their love. They just held each other, happy to be in their partner’s life.

He sighed deeply, feeling genuinely happy “I wish I had known you sooner.”

You’re warm.

November wasn’t as cold as December threatened to be, but both of them were freezing. They could see small clouds of steam coming out of their mouths and disappearing as they slowly rose to the sky.

Cold November nights were beautiful, maybe that’s why they decided to hang a little longer that evening. A beautiful full moon sat on the sky, perfectly above the Eiffel tower. The stars were shining harder than other nights, and not a single cloud could be seen. Lately it was strange to see a night like this. Thick clouds covered the sky at all times, threatening to start snowing at any moment.

“I love cold nights. They feel like home for some reason.” Ladybug said, smiling.

“I prefer warmer nights, but tonight is beautiful indeed.” Chat Noir said in his usual cheerful tone.

“Are you excited for Christmas?” Ladybug turned to see him, excitedly, but Chat Noir tensed.

“Not really.”

She gasped “Why not?”

“Well…” he looked doubtful for a second “personal reasons. We’re not supposed to talk about it.”

“Oh…” She looked at the moon again. There were times she wished they knew each other’s civilian’s identities. That could make things easier. But it was dangerous, and it was out of the question to simply consider it.

“We could do something on Christmas Eve.” She suggested.

“Like a date?” he teased.

“Yeah, like a date.” She teased back. Chat Noir was surprised by her reply, and a small blush spread through his face.

“I don’t think my father would let me get out of the house on Christmas Eve.”

“I don’t think my family would allow it either.” She let the silence sink for a moment “But I was thinking maybe we could see each other later that night.”

“You mean, at night when everyone’s sleeping?”

“I have to wake up early next day, but It’d be amazing to do something with you that night. You’re part of my family.”

He scratched the back of his neck “I don’t want to trouble you…”

“You won’t. After all I’m the one who’s asking you.” She thought maybe he didn’t want to do it “But if you tell me I am the one who’s troubling you…”

“No! You could never, my lady!”

“Then it’s set. We’ll have a date on Christmas Eve.” She said, cheerfully. For the first time since the cold weather started, Chat Noir seemed excited for Christmas.

“Should I bring you a present?”

“Only if you want. I could bring something to eat and something warm to wear. It’ll be colder than it is right now.”

“I could make some decorations for the special occasion.”

“Like you did when we defeated Glaciator?” “You liked it, didn’t you?” “It was beautiful.”

A small chilly wind hit them both, making them shiver with coldness.

“Maybe we should go, it’s getting colder.” Chat Noir said, he seemed disappointed at his own words.

“Or we could get closer to stay warmer.”

He stared at her with wide open eyes.

“I mean, if you want to go you can do it. I’m sorry I made you feel uncomfortable with the offer.” She felt embarrassed quickly.

“I was surprised you suggested it. I can stay a little longer, but are you sure?”

She shrugged “You don’t want to?”

Silence. They both wanted to be closer. She craved his arms ever since that Saturday morning, and she could easily notice he wanted it too. But Chat Noir respected her enough to not suggest it or to even joke about it. She was hoping he would joke or mention it, but for a strange reason he was avoiding talking about hugs, kisses and love. Maybe she flirted too much? It seemed she scared him off.

“I’d love to.” He finally admitting, his voice sounding deeper and nervous.

She grabbed his arm and leaned to him. She felt him tense at her touch “It’s specially cold today, doesn’t it?”

“I guess it’ll be snowing soon.”

“In less than a month everything will be covered in white snow. We’ll be freezing by then.”

“It kind of reminds me of the time we fought Frozer.”

She laughed “You were so pissed at me.”

“Hahaha, was I really?”

“And you were pissed with Glaciator too. Maybe you do hate cold weather.”

“Wouldn’t you be he one to hate it though? You’re a bug.”

“Maybe we’re switched. By any chance your favorite season is spring?”

“I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite, but I don’t dislike it.”

“Then is it summer?”

“I really like summer.”

“We really are different, aren’t we?” she said, more to herself than to Chat Noir.

“We could still make it work.” He joked.

“I know we could.” She smirked and looked at him. He always looked at her so endearing, she was glad he was her partner.

She sighted loudly and dramatically “This year has been so long.”

“I feel this year lasted three years, to be honest.”

“But I’m glad I got to share it with you. I’m looking forward to protect Paris by your side for another year.”

“You want Hawkmoth to terrorize Paris for another year?”

“NO. I meant I’m looking forward to sharing another year with you.”

“Even if we defeat Hawkmoth before the year ends?”

“Yeah.” She hesitated, looking at his expression without letting go of his arm “You won’t want to be friends with me after all of this is over?”

“Maybe we could get married.” He flirted again, and she smiled sweetly at him. He was flirting again with her, she didn’t scare him off.

“Won’t you want to take it slow?”

“No need to, I already know you’re the love of my life.”

She giggled “Maybe we should try dating before getting married.” She laid her head on his shoulder before Chat Noir had time to react to her words. She had to be careful. ‘Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let him know.’ she sang to herself and looked at the moon.

They stayed silent for some time. She wondered if Chat Noir was falling asleep. After all, she herself felt too relaxed. She knew she was safe when he was around.

Moments later she started to notice Chat Noir’s long breaths. He definitely fell asleep.

They didn’t have much time to spend it together like this. Maybe it was the cold weather. She wondered if Chat Noir would still be as sweet and addictive once spring began. ‘Summer is Chat Noir’s favorite season.” She remembered, and suddenly she wanted to spend summer again with him, not fearing winter to end.

She not only wanted to spend winter and summer with him, she wanted to spend all four seasons by his side. Would Chat Noir still love her through all four seasons? Wouldn’t he grow tired of her? How could she tell him how she felt without risking Paris’ protection?

Maybe she would finally tell him the truth on Christmas Eve, or at least tell him how important he actually was for her.

‘Our love could wait.’ she repeated in her mind over and over again, like a mantra. She was both afraid and excited to notice how fast her love grew for him in the past month. She knew her love for him would only grow from now and on, and she had to protect it, she had to protect him.

“I am an everlasting flower, wide open for you from spring to winter.” She said in a whisper, knowing he couldn’t hear her because he was sleeping. It was another song that made her think of him, but she didn’t show it to him, yet “Out there is a world full of life waiting for us,” maybe she could have the courage to sing it to him next month “my four seasons are in love with you.” Maybe.

She stayed silent and time started to loose meaning. She was about to fall asleep too, but she thought she heard Chat Noir say something.

“Did you said something, kitty?” she asked, trying her best to keep her mind awake.

She almost missed it, how Chat Noir softly said in his sleep. “You’re warm.”

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