Me: *kicks down shitty McDonalds door* gimme the fucking McPounder McDonalds Employee:t-that’s forbidden knowledge……………… Me: *kicking over chairs and screaming as the employee runs backstage and calls the mcpolice on my ass*
You heard your colleague’s voice in the background. But you didn’t react to it. You were focused on something else. Rather someone else. Your boss, that was sitting on the other end of the table, twisting and twirling a pen between his long, slender fingers. He was completely staring at you, head cocked to one side in a rather smug attitude. He was young, not much older than you. Only by a year or two. It always amazed you how successful he was for his age, but with that charm - although he most of the time radiated arrogance… and that smile, his success did not surprise you.
You’d lie if you said you weren’t attracted to him. Hell, that man could have his way with you without you even questioning it, you wouldn’t mind at all. In fact, you wanted it. You wanted him to fuck you, and by judging the look he was giving you, you understood he knew that, too. What made your chest rise and your heartbeat increase, was the fact that he tugged on the collar of his shirt. Then, he gazed up at you again, and the look he was shooting you this time made you weak. He wanted it, too.
so i went to see the lightning thief with @angelicomma yesterday and um. oKAY GUYS GALS AND NONBINARY PALS LEMME TELL U ABOUT THIS MOTHER!FUCKIN! SHOW!!!! because it was SO GOOD this is just like. the short list of what i loved about it because oh my god
prepare for the longest post ever
the set was such an aesthetic? it was all very metallic like there was scaffolding and greek columns with graffiti on them? it was very chb and very nyc and overall a Blessing
every time they needed to show a different location they’d do it with the lights so like there were these lights lining the scaffolding that would change color ?? in the underworld they’d flash red, yellow and orange and were made to look like fire and near the ocean theyd be blue and if they were talking about trees itd be green and! if they wanted u to focus on a certain part of the scaffolding it’d be a different light color than any of the other parts which was rad af
the overhead lights were used really well too like when percy was singing about being the son of poseidon or when there was water the lights would be blue and when they were in the forest theyd be green
there is an entire song about how they hate new jersey and how they refuse to die in the garden state. know this
the show was very low budget like oh my god it was great
they didnt make some of their own props so sally walked in once with a trader joe’s bag and also the most important bag in the world (containing the master bolt) was a fucking jansport
their representation of water was just to attach toilet paper rolls to leaf blowers and turn the overhead lights blue like what even
they covered the first 4 rows in toilet paper at one point
also they fuckin deca-casted everyone except for percy (chris mccarrell, the light of my life actually he was so good)
jonathan raviv played chiron, auntie em, random chb girl in a bike helmet and braids (?), random tractor guy (?), a bus driver, a train conductor, hades, and poseidon and im probably missing someone. he had very distinctive characters for all of them not to mention horse puns
“the gods are kind of dicks”
medusa’s eyes were just light up swim goggles
sarah beth pfeifer, who probably has the best comic timing ive seen ever, played clarisse, katie gardner, a fucking squirrel?, mrs. dodds, lotus casino girl, random camper assistant to mr. d, and thalia
*chases annabeth down a flight of stairs with a sword while screaming*
“for their sixteenth birthdays my friends all got cars. I got a fern and a mason jar!”
“ARROWS ARE MADE WITH WOOD. I REFUSE TO PARTICIPATE IN AN ACTIVITY THAT CONDONES VIOLENCE AGAINST OUR ARBOR BRETHREN!”
they had the most roles and they were GREAT
george salazar was such a wonderful grover and mr d oh man
mr d’s whole gag was he’d kick a chair when he got pissed which was hysterical bc the camper assistant would start pouting every time and he also wanted to turn percy into a dolphin
“grover, are you ever going to wear pants again?” “NOPE!”
his solo song was about thalia and how he couldnt save her talk about EMOTIONAL he cried
“we might have more drachmas if you didnt spend them on those DAM SNACKS” “HEY! IT WAS THE HOOVER DAM”
let me talk about. carrie compere for like multiple hot seconds bc GODDAMN GIRL CAN SANG
she was such a good sally. can she be my mom. she sang a song abt percy being special and wonderful and i got a lil teary
“you saved my life, percy. It’s time i learned how to live it.” cryin g
her silena was really funny? like very whiny but very funny.
“every time i bring a boy home, my mom’s there in her nightie […] she steals my mascara and all my dates!”
she also played sort of charon? underworld guide in this awesome gold dress (she looked SO GOOD) who smacked grover’s goat ass (?????)
“you know, bringing people to the underworld isn’t my only job. I also have a band. wanna hear a demo?” “not really?” “sorry, i can’t hear you over this SWEET ASS RIFF”
“We got everyone! we got kurt kobain, we got beethoven. any requests?” “um, do you have josh groban?” “we will.”
JAMES! HAYDEN ! RODRIGUEZ! was sO GOOD AS LUKE
THERE WAS A GOOD KID REPRISE AND I WAS SHOOKEN
“being a good kid gets you nowhere at all” bruh
they couldn’t have a scorpion onstage so luke just. fucking stabs percy in the back???
He was also a really funny ares and gabe!!
ok and my gal KRISTIN STOKES
fun fact abt me and kristin stokes ….. so we were walking in the same direction after stage door and so me and @angelicomma just walked with her….to the train…. she gave us dessert recs…… and talked about the show (she’s so salty about how rangey her big solo is but trust me she was so good on that song) and also waitress with us…. it was the best experience of all time she is so nice and cool and was wearing jurassic park leggings how rad is she oh my god
her annabeth? was awesome? she was witty and tough and aggressive and i was ABOUT IT
she called out sexism all the damn time
“annabeth, i get it. do you know how many schools i’ve been kicked out of?” “yeah, percy, but when boys mess up they get a second chance.”
“hey, annabeth, who’s your dad?” “he’s a history professor.” “i thought everyone’s dad was-” “a god? that’s my mom. sexist.”
longest yeah boi ever
the moment where she betrayed luke at the end??? YES GIRL
chris mccarrell was such a perfect percy i am elated
“Tartarus? LIKE THE FISH SAUCE???!!!?!?!”
*swings riptide like a lightsaber while making lightsaber noises*
*packages medusa’s head* “To Mount Olympus. Signed, Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase.” “the gods will think we’re impertinent!” “*winning smile* we are impertinent.”
*pouts* “i know how to hold a sword! like this!” annabeth corrects him and he swings it “oh wow actually that’s a lot easier”
in good kid he was like? running around the stage and climbing the scaffolding and shit? and i cried??? the no mom line was the WORST i wanted to actually scream and his voice is so pretty
and he was so shook by his own powers oh man
he was just. so good at the twelve year old thing it was fantastic he was all fidgety and Dramatic ™ god bless
he loves sally so much!!! all the demigods were salty af abt their parents and he was just quietly singing like “my mom loves hugs and scary movies” and i just. screamed quietly
there were rlly cute percabeth moments too.
percy’s knocked tf out the first time annabeth meets him (she infiltrates his dream a lil) and he sings a lil song abt how she’s beautiful and stuff and he wakes up and she’s all “YOU DROOL IN YOUR SLEEP” shook
she shows up at capture the flag (percy hasnt officially met her yet) and he points at her and was just “gasps YOURE MY DREAM GIRL!” and annabeth side-eyes him hardcore and he goes “UM. THE GIRL. FROM MY DREAM.”
“the god is my mom. sexist.” “NO NO I LOVE GIRLS!” annabeth is shook yet again and percy panics and is like “I MEAN UM THEYRE VERY NICE”
percy gets serious side eye from luke
when percy gets stabbed they almost kiss and then grover RUNS ONSTAGE “HEY! here’s your ambrosia percy” goddamn it was DRAMATIC
im definitely missing shit but oh boy it was so so good
i’d kill a man for that soundtrack
if you have the chance (and the money) it’s just. such an Experience and everything i could have ever dreamed of. the cast is great (and theyre all so freakin NICE s/o to kristin especially).
GOTTA GET BETTER *slams table* GOTTA GET BETTER-ER *flips table* GOTTA GET BETTER *kicks chair* GOTTA GET BETTER-ER *destroys the room* GOTTA GET BETTER *throws self out of the window* GOTTA GET BETTER-ER *deep breath* ..and maybe we’ll work it out
It could be worse. You do have all the luxuries befitting a
princess, though one charged with treason. But a gilded cage is still a cage. And
the prospect of withering away in this, the tallest tower of the Palace of Asgard,
in the same place where your once-betrothed will live and marry and rule from,
it’s almost too much to bear.
author:sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle) pairing: Thor x Jotun!Reader word count: 4067 warnings: brat prince Thor, unprotected sex, oral sex, hair pulling, choking
i can never sing songs from musicals casually, i always get way too passionate about it
“i’m pAST patiently waiting” *kicks a chair* “i’m PASSIONATELY SMASHING” *flips a table over* “every EXPECTATION every ACtions an ACT of creATION” *throws tv out of the window* “i’m laughing in the face of casualties and sorrow for the FIRST time i’m thinkING PAST TOMORROW” *sets the house on fire*
Summary: Billy loves his girlfriend, he just can’t bring himself to say it.
Author’s Note: Written from Billy’s POV! More time jumps than I usually put in. Implied smut, big kids reading only plz.Shout out to Rachael and Emma for helping me with this one!
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She twirled her hair around her finger as the teacher lectured. Going over the third chapter of a novel she had finished long ago. I tapped the back of her chair with my foot, making her turn around to face me. She offered me a smile and a slight wave before turning her attention back to the notes she was pretending to scribble in her notebook.
She twisted back around, showing me a scribbled drawing of a stick figure, presumably of me from the looks of the hair, making a disgruntled expression. She imitated the face she had drawn.
I rolled my eyes at her, giving her chair another kick. She stuck her tongue out at me just as the bell rang.
“I don’t look like that,” I grumbled.
“Yes you do, you’re a grump.” She beamed, holding up her masterpiece for me to look at again.
“Only because I was sitting behind you and couldn’t see your pretty face.”
One of the things that drew me to her was that she saw right through my charm. The facade that I put on that allowed me to get whatever I wanted. She rolled her eyes, flipped her hair over her shoulder, and kept on walking. And she had me wrapped around her finger, following her around like a lost puppy.
Oh fuck. I think I’m falling in love with this girl.
This week had been nonstop practice for you. You spent so much time at school or in your dance studio. The dance showcase was getting closer and closer but you were damn well ready. Plus like you had said, Yoongi was now at your place, at night like nothing had happened. He would come to your home, spend wonderful passionate nights with you, play with the dog and be gone before you woke up the next morning.
“So, let me get this straight,” Alya said, leaning back
against Marinette’s desk chair and steepling her fingers. Beside her, on a
little table-cushion Marinette had made, Tikki slept soundly, having already
heard the story a thousand times over. “You’re in love with Chat Noir.”
“You already knew that,” Marinette groaned from her chaise,
hugging a cushion to her chest and leaning back like a Freudian patient. Lord
knows she was about three sentences away from a therapy-inducing hissy fit
regardless, so it was probably prudent of her to be lying down in such a way.
She was preparing for her inevitable breakdown that’s all. It was the smart thing to do.
And she rarely did the smart thing nowadays it seemed, so
she really needed this.
“You’ve been in love with Chat as Ladybug for like a
bajillion years,” Alya continued, ignoring Marinette as she continued to rehash
pointless details. Details which made Marinette want to bludgeon herself to
death with her cushion.
It was most likely impossible to do such a thing but she was
never one to back down from a challenge. Death by cushion- she’d find a way.
“Yes. We’ve already established that,” she replied through
gritted teeth, said cushion slowly creeping up to cover her face.
“But last night you kissed him by accident,” Alya said.
“That is correct sir,” Marinette wiggled a finger.
“And he gave you a rose and kissed you back.”
It was indicative of Marinette’s deteriorating mental state
that she’d said “Tru’ dat”. She’d
never said “Tru’ dat” in her whole
“I see,” Alya nodded a few times. The fact her tone had
remained neutral the whole time was doing nothing to help Marinette’s poor
nerves, and so she swung her legs over the side of her chaise, sitting up to
get a better view of Alya’s twinkling eyes. A sense of dread settled in
Marinette’s stomach. Alya’s eye-twinkles were never a good thing, at least when
they were directed towards her.
“I see?! Is that
all you have to say? Seriously?! I thought you’d be freaking out right now, I
mean I’m freaking out but then I ALWAYS freak out. You not freaking out is
making me freak out harder! Can you please freak out with me? Join me in the
freak out zone already!” Marinette blabbed, waving her arms and promptly
dropping the cushion to the ground.
Alya said nothing, instead choosing to raise an eyebrow at
her and cross her legs. At least she’d stopped steepling her fingers, Marinette
After a short pause, Alya finally spoke, but her voice
wobbled and strained unnaturally, her lips thinned in a way that was entirely
too suspicious. “Firstly, stop saying freak
out, secondly I’m not freaking out because this is the funniest thing I’ve
She barely made it to the end of her sentence before she
doubled over and descended into giggles.
It was in that moment that Marinette realised Alya’s
peculiar behaviour had been due to her hiding her amusement, and she felt fully
justified in yanking the cushion from its position on the floor and hurling it
towards her supposed ‘best friend forever.’
Unfortunately, Alya dodged the fluffy projectile with ease.
“Come on, this is serious! I’m in hot water here!” Marinette
cried, crossing her arms across her chest.
“When are you not though? Let’s be real,” the redhead shot
back with a wry grin, twirling in the chair and kicking backwards to check her
hair in the small vanity mirror on Marinette’s desk. The sight made Marinette
relax a little. Alya only checked her hair with such scrutiny when she was seriously
Suddenly missing the comforting embrace of the cushion,
Marinette flopped down once more. As her back hit the large pillows adorning
her chaise, she let out a long sigh and all the fear, the panic, the fight,
left her in one fell swoop. Only tiredness and uncertainty remained.
“How am I going to face him?” she whispered. Her head tilted
towards her small, round window, to the afternoon sun beaming down in a total
antithesis to her feelings. She wondered where Chat Noir was at that moment.
Did she cross his mind?
Over the years Marinette had asked herself that question
more times than she could count. But it was different now. Now she wondered if
Chat thought of her, of Marinette, not of Ladybug. Did he dwell on it- how
they’d kissed? She had. She’d thought about it all night, until exhaustion had
finally overcome her and she’d woken up late, cold, wanting something she could
For years, she’d thought about what it would mean to kiss
Chat Noir, Dark Cupid incident aside considering she couldn’t even remember it.
A small, involuntary whimper left her when she recalled the
night before. The kiss had been an accident… at first. But the second she felt
Chat’s lips press into hers was burned into her memory, playing over and over
again. The moment he returned her kiss had ignited something dormant inside her
and she felt raw, emotions exposed and unlocked, with nowhere to hide.
She considered her question again. How on earth could she
face him as Ladybug, knowing what she did, knowing him the way he didn’t know
he knew her (and god wasn’t that sentence confusing in and of itself)?
For God’s sake
Marinette, it was a peck of a kiss at the most, pull yourself together!
“You’ll figure it out.”
Alya’s voice sounded lightyears away, so stuck was Marinette
in her own musings. She jumped, a little sheepishly, and realised she hadn’t
noticed Alya coming over to her until the spinning desk chair was pressed right
by the chaise. The next moment, Alya’s hands were in her hair. Having
thoroughly fixed her own short curls, she now concentrated on the silky strands
of Marinette’s loose locks, braiding little plaits as if they were children at
Marinette let her. Two perfectly groomed heads were better
“You think you can talk to him about it? As you I mean, not
Ladybug,” Alya suggested, quickly clarifying her meaning whilst tugging the red
ribbons loose from Marinette’s dark hair.
Snorting in response, Marinette couldn’t help but roll her
eyes. Talk? To Chat? The very idea…
“Yeah sure, let me just tweet at him Ayla. Hashtag balcony
make-outs,” she giggled, feeling a little better as her hair fell around her
Foregoing the braids, Alya reached up and began tying
something new into Marinette’s hair, tutting in disapproval. “Slide into the
DM’s at least girl, I raised you better than that.”
They shared a laugh, settling into a comfortable silence as
Alya worked on both sides of her hair. Marinette sat back and mulled over her
options. Truth be told she didn’t have many. She couldn’t talk to Chat, after
all it wasn’t likely he’d be back and she had no idea who he was in real life.
The notion that she could talk to him as Ladybug, thus revealing herself, made
her rapidly descend into a panic so sharp that she quickly pushed that thought
to the side.
Really there was nothing else to do but call it what it was.
A blip. A crazy alignment of stars which had given her a taste of everything
she’d wanted for the past four years, a reminder that it was probably all she
was going to get.
She tried not to let the disappointment settle in her bones,
yet it was fruitless. Her chest ached as though a hole had been carved there.
Suffice to say it was a familiar ache where Chat was
concerned, but it was bigger now.
“There. Done,” Alya pulled back, pleased with her work, and
Marinette stood. Stepping over to the vanity mirror, she leaned down to check
her reflection. “Matching colours for you and the bae,” she teased, eyebrows
wiggling from underneath her rounded glasses.
Marinette threw the cushion at her again, feeling a smug
sense of satisfaction as it smacked her right in the face.
At the very least, she had the Gaming Club that night, that
would provide a very welcome distraction.
Adrien was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Which was ironic, considering he’d joined the Gaming Club to
avoid that exact thing from happening.
“I can’t do this, I’m going to cancel,” he whimpered, hiding
out in the bathroom a floor above their usual meeting place like the coward he
“So cancel,” Plagg shrugged, busy amusing himself with
unfurling a roll of toilet paper- as per his usual hobby.
“I can’t cancel!” Adrien replied, horror struck as he gazed
at himself in the mirror. His fingers gripped the sides of the sink so hard
that his knuckles turned white. “Are you insane?!”
“So don’t cancel,” Plagg’s disinterested monotone was really
starting to grate on him. “Honestly kiddo what do you want me to say and will
it get me food faster?”
The resounding groan from Adrien’s throat was so despairing
in nature that he was afraid he’s start rumours of a ghost haunting the
building. He leaned on his elbows, burying his face into his hands.
Stupid. He’d been so, so, stupid. And reckless! Totally reckless.
What had he been thinking?!
It was worth it
though, a small, unchecked part of him thought. Adrien squashed it flat in
an instant. After all there was no time to consider the fluttering in his
chest, the pleasant swoop of his stomach. Now was the time to face the
consequences of his actions. His incredibly foolish, totally moronic actions.
Because, although a part of him ignited, burned in the best
possible way, at the memory of Marinette’s lips against his own, another part
felt thoroughly ashamed. It felt like he was tricking her in some way. Granted
that had never been his intention. His plan had been simple. Leave the rose on
her balcony for her to discover. She’d never know it was him and be happy at
the gift from a secret admirer. Obviously, things hadn’t worked out the way he
planned, though he should have anticipated that.
When had things ever gone the way he planned?
He needed to apologise to her, as Chat, and he was going to
do so that night in fact. But before that Adrien needed to pretend, he needed
to lie, to Marinette. To the girl he loved. He needed to act like he hadn’t
heard her soft sigh, felt the warmth of her skin and the taste of her
cherry-blossom lips. He had to fake it, act like it had never happened.
He had to pretend he didn’t desperately want it to happen
The idea of being so fake made him ill, and so he placed his
hands under the cold water tap to splash his face, allowing the iciness of the
water to penetrate his senses and offer him some much-needed clarity.
It didn’t really work but it was the best he could do.
When he entered the Gaming Club, Plagg tucked securely
inside his jacket pocket, he was relieved to see Marinette talking to other
people. He could barely look at her, the meagre glimpse he’d gotten from across
the room had sent his heart cartwheeling down the corridor and somewhere into
the next arrondissement.
Not wanting to look suspicious, and fully admitting that he
was stalling for time, Adrien wandered over to the desk where Nino was hooking
up an old Nintendo console for one of their signature Mario Kart nights.
Mario Kart…Marinette…partners… sitting close together… oh no.
“Hey bro!” Nino chirped, offering Adrien a fist to bump,
clearly not noticing how the blood had completely drained from his friend’s
face. “Everything ok?”
“H-hey! Everything’s good!” The first lie of the evening.
How could Adrien have forgotten it was a Mario Kart night? More importantly,
how was he going to survive the evening now? Sitting next to Marinette,
shoulders pressed together, watching her tongue poke out in concentration like
it normally did? How could he concentrate on anything knowing how close he’d
been to said tongue the night before?
Grow up Adrien! You
aren’t some horny teenager and Marinette isn’t a prize to be objectified. Show
her some respect already!
If Nino had thought Adrien’s reaction was strange, he didn’t
show it. Together they settled into an easy conversation, Adrien helping his
friend set up the old console. Focusing on such a menial task did wonders for
his nerves. He was almost starting to feel normal. Almost.
Of course, just as he was beginning to relax, Marinette had
to tap him lightly on the shoulder.
She might as well have given him a 1.21 gigawatt electric
shock, given his reaction to both was about the same. If he’d been Chat Noir at
the time, his superpowers might have actually propelled him through the ceiling.
“A-Adrien?” Marinette tilted her head, taken aback by his startled
shriek. “Are you ok?”
Subconsciously, Adrien’s hand reached up and he clutched his
chest, fingers burying into his jumper as if it would cure the frantic beating
of his wild heart.
Because she was there, right in front of him. Marinette. The
girl he’d kissed last night.
His eyes flicked down to her lips before he could help
The second time her voice permeated through his cloudy mind,
something snapped inside of him. It was as if he were a character in a film,
once played in slow motion, now fast-forwarding.
“Hey!” he cried, louder than he intended, and the people
around him turned to stare. He looked at her eyes instead, with far more
intensity than normal, mainly because he was so intent on not looking at her lips any more. “Marinette! It’s my friend-
Marinette! My good friend, I’m good! How are you? You good- good? Yeah, I’m
good, friend. How are you? Did you
have a good Valentine’s day?”
brain-filter kicked in far too late, but began screaming at him nonetheless. Why would you ask her that? WHY?! You know
how it went! YOU WERE THERE!
Marinette blinked, and it proved just how far gone he was
that he found her blinking adorable.
“Umm,” she blushed, unsure of what to say and, honestly,
Adrien couldn’t blame her. He sounded insane even to his own ears, and he’d
just asked her something quite private. Actually, he was surprised she wasn’t
berating him for it. Then again, she thought he didn’t know about her encounter
with Chat Noir. His words may have seemed
innocent to her ears.
What a mess Adrien had gotten himself into, and it only
seemed to grow worse with every bit of word-vomit he expelled.
(Was it bad that he felt a tiny bit of pride at her
blushing? Probably. But he was going to hell anyway so he might as well enjoy
the slow descent at least a little bit.)
Tucking her hair behind her ear, Marinette glanced baffled
at Nino, whom Adrien could see shrugging from his peripheral vision.
But he couldn’t care less.
Because he’d just noticed her hair. Or, more specifically,
how she was wearing it.
In place of the red ribbons usually tied into her loose
black locks, were two green ones instead. Vivid green. Chat Noir green.
His brain collapsed in on itself.
“I’m good-good too.”
Marinette was teasing him. She was grinning and she had
green ribbons in her hair and Adrien was going to DIE.
“Good! That’s good!”
Great. He’d always wanted to die sounding like a partially
Marinette, mercifully, took pity on him and waved a
controller in his face, offering him a place in the first race of the evening.
He sighed, relaxing a little, but only a little. Gaming was fine. It was a
welcome distraction, as long as he didn’t sit too close to her he’d be fine
(who was he kidding? Of course he was going to sit close to her). At least,
when he was focused on blue shells and Bullet Bills his brain couldn’t fixate
on the meaning behind Marinette’s ribbons, if there was any hidden symbolism he
Suddenly the thought of seeing her that night, of
apologising, seemed that much more dangerous- forbidden almost. But he had to do
it. He owed it to her as her friend. Even if that’s all he could ever hope to
Nino still hadn’t finished setting up, and a few other
members began helping him in their eagerness to get started. As a result,
Adrien found himself more alone with Marinette than ever.
They sat down on the floor, controllers in hands, side by
side. Their shoulders brushed, like they always did.
Adrien swallowed, wishing he’d worn a t-shirt instead of the
woollen monstrosity currently overheating him.
He was fairly sure he was going to lose the game
His fears were proved right when, later that evening,
Marinette’s knee brushed against his own and he ended up sending Donkey Kong
careening off the end of Rainbow Road.
It was going to be a long night.
For the fifteenth time that evening, Marinette called
herself an idiot.
Because she was an idiot. An idiot for standing on her
balcony, an idiot for hoping lightning would strike twice in the same spot, an
idiot for following her heart…
Tightly wrapping her cardigan around her, she gazed out into
the mocking skyline. The bitterness of the cold February air was nothing compared
to the bitterness she felt building up like sludge in her chest. Bitterness in
her fortunes, bitterness in her decisions, bitterness in her own feelings.
Distantly, Marinette thanked the stars that at least it
wasn’t as cold as it usually was. She was thankful she had a tiny shred of
dignity left at least- that she wasn’t freezing to death in the vain hope that
Chat Noir would show up again.
She reached up, fingers brushing against her lips, and
Furious with herself, Marinette shook her head, as if the
rough gesture would expel all the unwanted memories from her mind. Honestly
what was she doing acting like a silly sixteen-year-old with a crush? Again?!
It was desperate, obsessive, ridiculous-
And totally in character if she was being honest with
She needed a break. A breather. A respite from her own
whirlwind emotions regarding the man in the black mask, the man who’d held her
heart for longer than she cared to admit to anyone- not even Alya.
Stuffing her hands in her pockets, Marinette let out one
last frustrated sigh before turning on her heels and making her way back to her
room. Maybe her room would be less of a reminder, would save her from her torment.
But, as usual, fate had other plans for her.
Because, of course, Chat Noir happened to be standing there
as if he’d suddenly popped into existence.
The shock of seeing him sent Marinette stumbling backwards
with a cry, tripping over a flowerpot and tumbling to the ground.
“Whoa!” Chat called, rushing forward to catch her just in
time. One hand gripped her flailing wrist, the other pressed against the small
of her back as he pulled her towards him.
For a moment, both of them froze in place. Chat’s fingers
splayed across her back, and she briefly felt the edges of his clawed-gloves
scratching gently against the fabric of her cardigan. An involuntary shiver ran
up her spine before she could control it.
Chat’s eyes widened and he stepped out of their half-embrace
with awkward, jittery movements, casting his face away from hers. “Sorry,” he
mumbled, scratching the back of his head. “Sorry I shouldn’t have startled you.
I guess I have a bad habit.”
Bad habit huh? Marinette had one of those too.
The silence which settled on them both was heavy,
uncomfortable, and borderline unbearable. It was laden with memories of the
night before, swirling around them, echoing in their minds as though they were
standing in an empty theatre, watching their mistakes projected on a screen
with no means of escape.
Because it was a mistake… wasn’t it? She hadn’t meant to
kiss him, he probably regretted kissing her back. That was why he was here- of
that she was sure. To think he was here for any other reason was just asking
for a broken heart.
But, oh god, it hadn’t been a mistake. Not to her. She
couldn’t ever consider it to be such.
Finally, Marinette could take the silence no longer. Taking
a deep breath, she fixed a smile onto her face, painted a picture of a girl who
had herself together at least a little, and placed a hand on her hip.
“No rose tonight?”
Chat’s cat-ears twitched. He peered over at her with a
puzzled frown before he realised she was teasing. Something dark crossed his
eyes and Marinette forgot how to breathe. The look was gone before she could
concentrate on it fully, and she found that he was smiling back at her.
“Err, n-no. No. That is- I mean- unfortunately not,” he
replied with his signature bow. “But I do have something far more important.”
“Oh really?” Marinette squeaked, inwardly cringing at how
lame she sounded. She’d wanted her voice to be sensual and teasing, but instead
it sounded like she’d inhaled a ton of helium instead. Clearing her throat, she
tried again, arching her eyebrow for good measure and all the while thrilled at
the fact that he was simply there.
Chat Noir was there. He’d come back to her. “What’s that?”
Marinette’s blood ran cold.
“About last night,” Chat continued, shuffling from foot to
foot, completely unaware of how Marinette’s body, mind, and heart had seized up
all at once. “I feel like I made a terrible impression. I- well- I’m not the
type of guy to do… what I did.”
From the depths of despair and panic, Marinette felt the
faintest hints of confusion. She latched onto it. Confusion was better than
“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice small and
vulnerable, wrapping her arms around herself.
“Well I’m not really a playboy or anything, despite what the
media likes to speculate about me. I don’t kiss strangers on balconies. I
guess, I didn’t want you to have the wrong impression about me.”
When Marinette hung her head, Chat felt a wave of regret
wash over him. He’d practiced what he wanted to say, over and over again but it
never seemed enough to fully explain himself- not without revealing to her that
he was Adrien Agreste and he’d been lying to her this entire time. He was too
afraid of the ramifications of that- so he needed to end this now- before he
Damn it, he’d gotten so close though. So close to knowing
what they could have- what they could be.
But it was a fantasy. Chat Noir was a large part of him, but
it wasn’t all of him. The person he was behind the mask was locked away from
Marinette, was a separate entity in her eyes.
Who was he fooling? They couldn’t be together. Not like
He had to try harder as Adrien and if she rejected him he
would simply pick up the pieces of his broken heart. He would respect her, be
her friend, move on, and certainly not use Chat Noir’s hero status as a means
to trick her into loving him. She deserved better, deserved the world, even if
he wasn’t the one to give it to her.
That’s why he had to leave. Right now. Being here, being
this close to her, was crumbling his resolve. Every cute gesture she made was
another step closer to his damnation. He had to leave before he said or did
something he’d regret, before his principles were lost to the wind.
“It was Valentine’s day. I guess… it’s easy to get swept up
in the romance of the day, right?” Marinette said. She was smiling, but the
sparkle in her eyes was dulled somehow. Once again Chat’s attention was drawn
to the green ribbons in her hair, as she quickly tucked a few strands behind
her ears. He couldn’t bring herself to speak as she grew distant, deep in her
own thoughts, and her shoulders raised. “But if we’re being honest Chat, I was
worried you’d see me in a bad light too. Like- I mean- I’m not the kind of girl
who kisses random celebrities and I’m certainly not the type to blab to the
press about it either.”
“I didn’t ever think you were,” he uttered, swallowing
thickly, and a little bit of sparkle returned to Marinette’s eyes. Her cheeks
turned pink again.
Chat felt his claws digging painfully into his palms.
“Well… that’s a relief. I mean I always admired you,”
Marinette stammered out the confession before she meant to, quickly covering
her blunder with half-truths. “You know you saved me once- from an akuma. You
didn’t notice me at the time, and it was years ago, but I never forgot.”
Chat felt as though he’d been physically struck by her
He’d saved her? He’d saved Marinette? And he hadn’t noticed
“I wish I’d seen you,” he said before he could help himself.
The rest of his desires remained unsaid, as new possibilities, new what ifs,
formed in his mind- like an alternate reality.
Chat inwardly cringed. No way in hell was he going to get
any sleep that night.
“I wish you’d seen me too,” Marinette admitted.
Chat’s hand was halfway to hers before he yanked it back,
his heart beating wildly, his mind screaming at him to leave. The pull was
almost tangible, magnetic, drawing him closer to her. It was dangerous, and he
needed to leave.
“I hate to be a sundae, but I have to split!” he laughed,
high and fake, all the while cringing at what was perhaps the worst pun he’d
ever made. And that was saying something.
Marinette didn’t say anything, but laughed once.
Ok, she thought, maybe she was ridiculous, but he was equally so. Maybe that’s why she loved
him so much.
She watched him make his way to the edge of the balcony and
something stirred inside her, the raw feelings which had sparked when their
lips had met woke from their slumber, and she reached out to touch his
“Chat?” her voice matched the soft tremors echoing through
her body, and she tried to remember to breathe. She couldn’t let him leave like
this, she’d been so close. “How about…one last kiss?”
Chat stilled, statue-like. His lips parted, and Marinette
“I mean!” she corrected, face turning to flames, “I mean
sorry that was dumb- so dumb. It’s just that I- I liked that kiss and I
thought- I don’t know what I thought- but I wanted to-”
His lips crashed into hers, and the rest of Marinette’s
sentence was lost forever.
Chat kissed her, kissed her with a resolve thoroughly
destroyed and a heart so indescribably owned; owned by her, possessed by her,
consumed by her. His hands were frantic, and Marinette matched him in every way
as they pressed into each other. Her fingers gripped the back of his head,
tangled in his hair, and pulled him closer.
Like he needed an excuse to get closer to her.
The pair of them moved apart to breathe, great shuddering
breaths, and then their lips were together again- as neither of them could
stand to be apart for a moment. Chat’s fingers slid from her hands to grip her
hips, a primal, dark part of him triumphant as he heard a moan slip from
They stumbled backwards, towards the wall, and Chat pressed
her against it, hands roaming her sides- never going too far- always listening
to her reactions. Desire coursed through him, a need to please her, to make her
moan again, without pushing too far.
She must have sensed him falter, sensed his caution, as a
frustrated hum rose from the back of her throat, almost like a purr of her own.
Her hands moved from his hair, gripping the bell around his throat, and she
tugged him down towards her, kissing his neck.
Chat was having a hard time not passing out from that alone,
but then she rolled her hips, making
it so there wasn’t a sliver of streetlight between them, and he was fairly certain
he died and was reborn on the spot.
Dangerous was the
word whispering in his mind, the word he was ignoring as his hands cupped the
sides of Marinette’s face, tilting her head back. She arched into him again, countering
his movements like a dance, and he gasped.
It felt too natural, too perfect… almost…familiar.
thought as his tongue flicked against her lips.
thought as her mouth opened and he was rewarded with another moan.
Stop. Stop before you
can’t, he pleaded with himself as Marinette’s hands wrapped around his
shoulders, her fingernails scratching against his neck.
He didn’t stop.
They kissed for what seemed like hours, passion moving from
an explosive force to one of slow-burning sensuality, settling into a rhythm
that was far too natural, but neither of them could bring themselves to mind.
It was a long time before Chat could bring himself to leave
her, to stop kissing her. It was addictive, intoxicating, and filled with
promise. For months his heart had been starved, yearning and wishing, and now
it was real. Their kisses were real, her affections were real.
And so was her voice, ringing out in the coldness of the
night, in answer to his question, “May I see you tomorrow night,
There was a pause, both of them treading on thin ice, ice
which slowly creaked and groaned beneath their feet.
“Yes,” she breathed, and the ice shattered,
plunging them both into unknown depths.