OK JUST WARNING YOU GUYS THERE IS LIKE HIGHKEY RACISM HERE. ALSO. 1)NINO IS FROM GUYANA, A PLACE IN THE CARIBBEAN/SOUTH AMERICA. I'M DOING THIS SO THAT THERE IS A LOT MORE DIVERSITY (like literally, barely any guyanese people can trace their origins completely without a blood sample or something) 2) ALYA, BEFORE SHE MOVED TO PARIS, SHE WAS A NEW YORKER IN THE CITY. 3) SHE AND MAX WILL HAVE A REALLY RACIST CONVERSATION THAT WILL FIT THE BLACK STEREOTYPE (ITS ABOUT FOOD OMG IM HORRIBLE). 4) MARINETTE AND KIM ARE GONNA HAVE A SHIT TON OF ASIAN JOKES AND STUFF BECAUSE THEY CAN BUT THEY ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO CAN BE RACIST TO EACH OTHER (same with alya and max)
I'm really sorry if I offend anyone, but this is just for humor and fun times. :)
ps im a slut for kimxmarinette
(1) watch?v=LqH6fiaCSqY
(2) .gov/ames/kepler/nasas-kepler-discovers-first-earth-size-planet-in-the-habitable-zone-of-another-star
Adrien didn't know what to expect when he went to public school. He kinda expected it to be like how all those American shows portrayed it to be, and it was, with all the shenanigans, but there were a lot of other things, too. The poor blonde boy squeaked when he saw Juleka and Rose kiss during their lunch break.
"Is that allowed?" Adrien whispered to Nino, panicking slightly.
"Oh, yeah. It's just PDA. It gets kinda gross sometimes because PDA is gross, but then I remember that I probably make others uncomfortable when I kiss Alya." Nino shrugged. Adrien was about to speak, but Kim shot past them, wearing a gorilla suit. On his back was Alix, wearing something resembling an angel's outfit.
"DICKS OUT FOR HARAMBE!" They cried in unison. Adrien was petrified while Nino was laughing loudly. The DJ reached into his backpack and took out an action figure with the symbol of a blue bird on it's chest.
"LOOK, I HAVE A DICK! HE'S OUT! DICK GRAYSON!" Nino shouted, earning hoots from the two self-proclaimed 'dank memesters'.
Alya, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, squealed. "DICK GRAYSON IS MY FUCKING SON. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. HE IS SUCH A SMOL ROLL OF SIN. WALLY IS MY HUSBAND, THOUGH. AND KALDUR IS MY DADDY." She and Nino began to laugh hard.
"What," was all Adrien could say.
"I lowkey would totally go gay for Kaldur. That man is hotter than Chachi's peppa saace." Nino snickered.
"Please, babe." Alya patted his cheek. "Don't speak patwah. No one understands your Caribbean lingo except for your family. Translate please."
"Chachi is one of my mom's great aunts so I shouldn't call her Chachi, but that's what everyone calls her, so I do too. Peppa saace is basically hot sauce but six times hotter. And a whole lot better. There's lime and mango and salt and cucumber- it's amazing. We used the family recipe to make it over the summer and it actually came out really good." Nino said, a smile on his face.
The couple started to babble about different things, starting with more dank memes and then ending with how America will possibly is going to end if Trump becomes president.
("Ugh, that news is so popular, it reaches France."
"Nino. Babe. I'm a New Yorker. That is my country we are talking about. You have family in America. What the fuck, be interested in world affairs.")
Soon, class started again and they had to end the conversation there. Poor Adrien still had so many questions about public school.
One of the things Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide didn't cover was racism. Apparently, people can be racist to others of their own race, minorities can be racist to others if it were done jokingly, and white people can't say anything stereotypical.
It was Cultural Day in the school and the class came, dressed up in different outfits, special to their background. The only person who wasn't dressed was Alya, but her outfit was very different from what she'd usually wear. The reporter came in with a black croptop, faded blue high-waisted jeans, and all white Adidas shoes. Alya's face was covered in makeup, her contour as sharp as a sword and her highlight blinding. Her eyeliner could cut a bitch and the girl's lips were painted a matte dark red-purple. Her hair changed, too. It came to her past waist now, and it was in dozens of little braids with little gold beads. The most bizzare thing was that her hair was all black. It was in a half bun, showing her ears. There were multiple piercings on her ears and on her earlobes were gold hoops big enough for Adrien to fit both his hands in one.
Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but seriously! Don't those things hurt, or something? Adrien thought, his eyes bulging from his head.
"Hey, bro, eyes off my girl." Nino said, patting his shoulder.
"Her hair! How?!" Adrien asked, point at it frantically.
"It's hella fake. Don't make fun of me, it's my culture. I'm black, I get weaves. Like this one. My momma did it for me, though. And I haven't worn my chola earrings in forever! I fucking love them!" Alya tugged on her earrings. "Anyway, today is Cultural day, so I decided to be the black stereotype from New York." Alya turned to Max. "Ey, yo, Max! My momma's making fried chicken, mashed potatoes, biscuits, and mac and cheese. You down?"
Max sent an uncharacteristic wink and nod. He pointed finger guns at her. "Girl, you know it."
"See you, then." Alya finally managed to look at Nino's outfit which was lacking the hat. "Babe, don't take this personally, but what the fuck are you wearing?"
Nino grimaced. "Ugh! My mom insisted that I wear this motherfucking kurta! Goddamnit, we ain't even Indian! I have fucking Chinese and white and black and literally every continent except for Australia and Antartica in my blood. I would be better in my uncle's brother-in-law's stepson's hand-me-downs and my gold bangle and chain and the fucking ugly-ass sandals I have for when I am taking care of my grandpa's cows when I visit Guyana, but nooo~! She wanted me to be fucking religious." Nino took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm calm. I promise."
Adrien was about to make a comment on Nino's language and how he should tone it down with the swearing, but the door opened and his jaw dropped. There stood Kim and Marinette. The blue-eyed girl stood there in a cherry blossom pink qipao. It was very form-fitting, revealing her pear-shaped frame. Her hair was twisted into two neat buns at the sides of her head, a few inches above her ears. They were tied with pink ribbons. A fan covered her face, but when she put it down, Adrien was mesmerized. Her makeup was very light, but her lips were bright red, but it wasn't blinding. The color was retro and matte, somehow making her big, blue eyes pop even more. Adrien squinted and realized that her outfit was made from silk and it was accented with red, brown, and white thread.
"Mari, you look cute. Don't worry what people think. If anything, you're hot." Kim pressed a kiss to her hair and snaked an arm around her waist.
He's touching my princess no one is allowed to do that get off of her-oh dear I think I have a crush on Marinette! She'd be easier to date than Ladybug, anyway. I'll ask her out one day. Ughhhhh, that is my princess. She looks really hot, though. Adrien thought. He mentally slapped himself. No, bad Adrien. She is worth more than hot. Marinette is gorgeous and beautiful and lovely and-
"It's only the dress. If I weren't wearing it, I'd look bad. I always look bad." Marinette pouted.
No way, Princess! Adrien wanted to say. You look amazing.
"That's not true, Cupcake!" Kim made a face, playfully glaring at her. "If you look bad, then my dick is small!" He cried, puffing his chest.
Marinette grinned. "Well, you are Asian and you know what they say about Asians and their dick size! Not to mention, your hands are pretty small, too... So are your feet." Kim blushed and began to sputter while Alix clapped.
"Fuck you." He said.
Marinette looked up at him and winked. "You know you want to." Kim slid into his seat while Marinette sat on the table in front of him, her feet on either side of his thighs.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" The pink haired girl hollered. "I present to you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the embodiment of savagery!"
After Kim regained his composure, he looked up Marinette. "You know, I'd totally let you fuck me if you wanted to. I bet you can dominate pretty well." It was Marinette's turn to blush and sputter. She slapped his chest. In return, he leaned on her thighs, wrapping his arms around her hips. Her fingers subconsciously began to tangle in his hair and gently scrape his scalp. Adrien felt something burn within him.
She's only supposed to do that to me. I call dibs.
"You know I'm-"
"Waiting for your first love and you want it to be perfect and romantic and all that other jazz. Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard it all before." Kim finished before her. "Anyway, thanks for the outfit, Cupcake."
"It was no biggie, Kimmy." The Vietnamese boy wore an ao dai, a tunic-like garment in dark red with black and white accents all over. He wore black jeans underneath with his usual shoes. Everyone continued their usual conversations until their teacher had them go to their respective seats.
"See you, Cutie." Marinette leaned down and kissed Kim's cheek. He did the same to her in return. "Love you~"
"Later, Hot Stuff." She giggled like a little schoolgirl upon hearing Kim's words. "Love you, too~"
Adrien didn't realize that people can be so out and open with discussions like that. He would never have the guts to talk about the size of his... Manhood like Kim and Marinette just did, nor would he be able to talk about... coitus. Yet, Marinette, the shy, cute, beautiful, nice, perfect- oh shoot, he was getting away with his thoughts again, but anyway- and innocent girl, could.
Princess, you never cease to amaze me. Adrien thought. Maybe he'd visit her tonight.
I really hope Father doesn't take me out of school. Adrien thought, looking at his test. On the top right-hand corner was a big, red 96. Lunch had started fifteen minutes ago, but he stayed after to ask some questions about that he did wrong. Apparently, his answer for the reason for urbanization was wrong. Urbanization did not occur because people wanted to create places that could be the center of trade and business. The poor model still didn't get what he did wrong. Just as he was about to walk down the stairs, Adrien heard a bell-like laughter coming from the opposite side of the courtyard.
"Kim, you're such a Koreabo! Girls Generation as your lockscreen!" Marinette laughed, her arms around his neck and her chest pressed against his back. She was looking over his shoulder and down at his phone. They were sitting on the stairs with books spread all around them.
"At least I'm not a weeb with little anime doodles of me and Adrien." The blonde boy could hear Kim's smirk and Marinette becoming red.
"Shut up! One day, I'll be able to speak with him and then Adrien and I are gonna get married and have two, no, three kids, a dog, a cat, and a hamster!" Marinette swooned and Adrien almost choked on spit.
She likes me? I thought that she hated me because of the gum...
Marinette soon regained her composure. "So what was it that you needed help with?"
"I don't understand why urbanization isn't the build-up of cities."
Oh... That's the same thing I'm having trouble with. Adrien thought. Maybe I should stay a bit. He did, hearing her explanation. When Kim said that he still didn't understand, Adrien could almost hear her pout. She massaged his shoulders for a bit.
"You seem tense. Lemme fix that." She walked down and sat in between his legs. Marinette loosed her hair and let Kim run his fingers through it. She laid her hands on his thighs and inched her head lower and lower.
Adrien couldn't help boy grimace in disgust. Is she going to give him a... Oh dear, I can't even say the word. Oral pleasure? He was about to intervene as Kim began to knead is hands in her hair. Adrien let out a low, barely audible growl. My princess. He took a few steps towards them, but then Marinette's head was completely flipped over. Kim gathered the hair at the nape of her neck and began to French Braid up.
"Crap, I'm such a fucking loser. What guy does hair to relieve stress?" Kim rolled his eyes and began to braid tighter.
"Ha. Fucking scrub." Marinette laughed, scratching where Kim braided too tight. "Ouch!"
Her hand was slapped away. "No touching. Sorry, though." He ponytailed it and then pulled out a circular, sponge-like object from his backpack.
"Ohh, that's your Hot Buns thingy." Marinette stared in awe. "Remember picture day last year when my hair-ties snapped then then you just pulled this shit outta your bag and saved my picture."
"You know it." Marinette turned around and leaned in his lap, letting him roll the sponge in her hair, creating a round doughnut bun. Adrien's mind blanked out and he ran down the flight of stairs, rushing over. His hand shot out and he squeezed the bun, scaring the poor girl. She squeaked.
"A-Adrien!"
"What the actual fuck?"
The model realized what he just did and blushed, squeaking as well. "What the hell is wrong with me?!" He shouted at himself, before covering his mouth with his hands. "Oh dear, please excuse my language. Your hair is just so nice... I never noticed before. And the bun looks so... Mesmerizing..." He got lost in the temptation to touch it again, getting closer to Marinette, but Kim hugged her close to him and slapped his hand away.
"Don't touch my head. The only ones allowed to touch my head are me, the bodies possessing the heads, and their creators." Kim received a blank look from Adrien. "My heads are people who let be do their hair often. Their creators are their parents. I remember Chloe commisioning me to do her hair. It was awesome, with all the products she got. But Nath has the best hair. I don't know how, but I lace-braided it once and it looked to cute. Later, we put him in one of Cupcake's designs and he looked so cute~" The Vietnamese boy loosed the girl and cupped his own face, smiling broadly. "What a smol bean, that tomato boy."
"Hey, Marinette?" Adrien asked, getting her attention. She looked up at him through her eyelashes.
"Y-Yes, Adrien?"
"You may not like me but would you like to go out sometime? Like- on a date?" Adrien bit his lip. I really hope I don't slip up and call her Princess. Even if she is mine.
"I-uh-ahh-" Marinette sputtered, unable to form a sentence. She was pushed forward by Kim and fell into Adrien's arms.
"It's not that she didn't like you. Mari has a huge crush on you. She always gets really nervous when she is in situations like this one. You shoulda seen her a year ago with this one kid, Pierre. He's in a different class now, but when he was with us, she had a fucking shrine. With locks of hair and everything. She only has posters of you all over her room, so she's less of a stalker now." Kim smirked and Adrien blushed.
"Really? You had a crush on me?" The poor girl hadn't lifted her face from his chest but she nodded. Adrien laughed and picked her up, spinning her around. "That is perfect!" The green-eyed boy pulled her into a tight hug. Kim took a picture and sent it to their entire class over Snapchat.
Moments later, majority of their class burst through the doors. "I think a celebration is in order! Adrienette has finally happened! Chloé is invited, too, she provides the best alcohol." Alya shouted, seemingly leading the crowd.
"Hell yeah! This is the OTP of my class OTP's! I just love being the trigger for people to get together! I got Ivan and Myléne together. That's why I was so mean to them. My next targets are Max and Kim. They belong together." Chloé cried, slamming her fist into her palm and narrowing her eyes. "That doesn't mean I like you guys, though. Adrien would look better with me, but he is too plain. I need someone spicy like pepper."
"I grow pepper in my backyard. Three different types." Nino said proudly. "We eat a lot of food with them."
"I'm coming over for dinner one day."
"Ok."
"Cool."
A month later, Adrien discovers he can't dance.
That's a lie- he can dance really well, it's just a matter of what kind. He can't 'whip' or 'nae-nae', whatever those are. Nor can he 'dab' or anything comparable to Nino and Alya. The four sat in the school library, goofing around in a place near the back, out of the librarian's sight.
"How do you not know how to dab? It's literally the easiest thing to do." Marinette asked, her nose scrunched. "All you have to do is bend forward a bit and to the right. Put your right hand at a right angle and angle it upwards a bit. There you go- now extend your left hand out in the same direction. Tuck your head into your right elbow- You're dabbing, Adrien!" Marinette lit up.
"Ha! Good little white boy." Nino laughed, Marinette joining in. Alya couldn't help but giggle at Adrien's pout.
"Guys, stop. You're hurting his country club feelings." When the black girl received blank stares from her companions, she sighed. "It's an American thing." She waved her hand as if to wave the topic away. "Not gonna lie, I can totally see Adrien doing one of those white-boy whips." She got up from her seat and hopped from one foot to the other like she was on hot lava, clapping underneath her knees. After doing that three times, she brought her arm over her head and it stopped in line with her shoulder, her hand in a fist (1. go up and copy and paste the youtube link into your browser, it should be the first link). "That thing is so fucking white, the racist assholes at my school back in the city would do that all the time and it was hilarious. Anyway, Mari knows how to belly-dance~" Marinette stood up and moved her hips in a provocative way, making Adrien blush.
"Ayyyyyy!" Nino cried, grinning. "Atta girl! Work those Chinese curves, sexy mama!"
"But I don't know how do grind." The young woman pouted. She turned around and grabbed her behind. "I know I have a generally nice butt, but it's nothing like Alya's. With an ass like that, you can get beat up! Mine is that slanted thing but you can literally put a cup on Alya's ass. It will stay, I've tried it. She can grind, I can't. Phooey." Marinette huffed. "As the great Sir Mix Alot has once said, 'When a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face, you get sprung!'"
"Ha. Same." Nino grinned.
"What?" Adrien asked, his head cocked innocently to the side.
"Oh, it's a song about butts and boobs and POC chicks having great curves. I once met this Latina cuando yo iba a la Republica Dominicana y ella tenía un cuerpo como ningún otro. Katrina me hizo duro-"
"French, please. If I want to think about hot girls with you, I need to understand your words." Alya glared at him.
"Lo siento- ah- I'm sorry." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "She had a body like no other. Katrina made me hard and when she danced-holy shit I wanted to fuck her in the ass right then and there. I almost did. But I had enough self control to wait a bit. Just a little bit though. As soon as we got to her hotel room, I fucked her for a good portion of the night."
"When was this?"
"Like, two years ago? I don't remember. I just remember fucking her. She was so good. But I've had better." Nino hugged Alya from behind and kissed her neck. "You hold the gold for best sex in my book so far, Beautiful."
"Thanks, Handsome." She turned in his arms and kissed him lightly. "You have the best dick I've ever gotten. I'm glad I hooked up with you at Chloe's party."
"Aww, you guys are so cute!" Marinette cooed.
Suddenly, a frantic Alix ran to their table and ducked under it. She leaned on Alya's lap, trying to catch her breath. "Holy shit. Kim is gonna kill me. I'm dead. Bye world."
"What happened this time?" The four chorused, laughing after they did.
"I told him that he got me pregnant at the last party that we went to. Some upperclassman's. He looked stunned and he became all serious-like. He grabbed my hands and looked into my eyes, completely sincere. I didn't even know Kim could do sincere. But anyway, he said that he will help me raise the baby and will do whatever it takes to keep me and the nonexistent baby happy and healthy. I burst into laughter and almost died laughing. I told him that it was just a prank and then I took off like that fast guy from the X-Men." The pink haired girl said in one breath, heaving a lot.
"Quicksilver, he's my son." Alya said.
"Holy shit, there's Kim." Nino said, looking at the doors. Alix let out a small squeak and got out from under the table.
"Ima be Jimmy Neutron for a bit! Gotta blast!" She sprinted away, almost tripping over a book. A equally frantic Kim ran over to them, slamming his hands on the table.
"Where is the bitch?"
Marinette pointed in the opposite direction in which she left. "She went that way."
"Thanks, Cupcake. I know you'd never lie to me." Kim grinned and planted a kiss on her head.
"No problem, Kimmy."
"Don't call me that."
"I will when you stop calling me Cupcake."
"But you're cute, your head is too big for your body, and you are a fucking baker. You are a cupcake."
"Fuck you."
"Love you, too~"
Being a model involved traveling around the world for photoshoots, so Adrien took it upon himself to learn all of the romance languages, including Esperanto because he loved watching Danny Phantom as a kid, as well as the other West European languages. After learning those, he learned Japanese and, now, he was nearing the end of learning Chinese. While on a photoshoot in New York during fashion week, a bit earlier in the year, he heard some music that just enticed him. After some grueling research (the poor and socially awkward boy had to walk up to some emo kids with tattoos and piercings, Adrien was surprised he didn't die), the blonde learned that the song was by a group called Panic! at the Disco and the song itself was When the Day met the Night (why emo kids where listening to such a joyous song, Adrien will never know (maybe it just appeared on the playlist, the group had some very dark songs)).
One day, Adrien was helping out in the Dupain-Cheng bakery with Alya and Nino by his sides and Marinette manning the cash register. Sabine and Tom were out running errands and wouldn't be back for a while. He began to hum to the song.
"When the moon fell in love with the sun
All was golden in the sky
All was golden when the day met the night
When the sun found the moon
She was drinking tea in a garden
Under the green umbrella trees
In the middle of summer..." Adrien sang, kneading cookie dough with his hands. Alya looked at him before pushing him into Nino with flour covered hands. The white hand-prints showed brightly on his shirt.
"Bro!" She said in clear English and slapped his shoulder. "I didn't know you spoke English!"
Adrien nodded. "I do, Alya. And it was awesome, going to New York and speaking all of the languages influenced by Latin." Adrien's English was a lot more British than Alya's.
"Dude!" She shoved him again. "I'm from New York! You know that! And Nino understand English. But he can't speak it very well. He can speak the English that the people in the Caribbean speak, though. It's hot."
"My apologies, Alya. Anyway, why did you shove me in the first place?"
"Because I love that song!" Her eyes shimmered in delight. "That song gives me fangasms! And it literally describes all my OTP's. Supermartian, Adrienette, and, most importantly, Zutara!" She squealed with happiness and jumped into the air. "That song gives me life."
"So what other American songs do you know?"
Minutes later, the three were on the floor around Alya's laptop, watching music videos. "This one's my favorite!" The girl exclaimed. The girl smiled and sang along, her voice a deep alto to keep up with the man's part.
"Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you
I drink too much and that's an issue but I'm okay
Hey, you tell your friends it was nice to meet them
But I hope I never see them again
I know it breaks your heart
Moved to the city in a broke down car
And four years, no calls
Now you're looking pretty in a hotel bar
And I can't stop
No, I can't stop
So baby pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover
That I know you can't afford
Bite that tattoo on your shoulder
Pull the sheets right off the corner
Of the mattress that you stole
From your roommate back in Boulder
We ain't ever getting older
We ain't ever getting older
We ain't ever getting older." Alya stopped singing and took a deep breath. Another voice began to sing right after her.
"You look as good as the day I met you
I forget just why I left you, I was insane
Stay and play that Blink-182 song
That we beat to death in Tuscon, okay
I know it breaks your heart
Moved to the city in a broke down car
And four years, no call
Now I'm looking pretty in a hotel bar
And I can't stop
No, I can't stop." Marinette sang as she served people, matching Halsey's voice almost to a T. She was at a table near the door with a tray in two girls shared a look and Alya popped up and hooked her laptop up to Nino's speakers while Marinette put the tray on the counter of the bakery, next to the register. "Nino, man the register!" Marinette cried in French as Alya bound over to her. The black girl grabbed Marinette's hands and they began to dance to the song, twirling each other and dancing like no one was watching, even though everyone in the bakery was. There was enough room for the girls to dance and they eventually got others to dance with them. The songs just kept playing and after a few, all the tables were pushed back and shoes were off and people of all kinds were dancing. The next song to play was That Love by Shaggy. A old American couple who just renewed their vows showed them how to do a fifties sock-hop dance. There was joy all around and when the owners of the bakery walked in with wide eyes and slackened jaws, no one noticed. The crowd was too busy watching an old woman dancing with their daughter's boyfriend and him struggling to keep up. Marinette was pulled in by Adrien and was spun until her eye's caught her parent's. She let out a little squeak and ducked. She nimbly weaved herself through the dancing bodies and she almost tripped over a person's shoe, but was caught in a dip by Adrien. Marinette reached up and pecked his lips. He pulled her back to her feet and they looked at Tom and Sabine with sheepish expressions.
"So how did this happen?" Sabine finally asked after what seemed like ages.
"I-uhh, Mari, you tell them." Adrien blushed and hid behind the small girl.
"Nino was playing music, Alya and I began dancing and then we dragged people in to dance with us. It was a nice experience." A small smile graced her features.
"That's nice, honey. But it's past our closing time," Sabine said, pointing to a clock. It read 6:42. The bakery usually closes at 6:30.
"Oh shizzles." Marinette caught herself before she swore in front of her parents.
Tom laughed. "We can make this a Friday night thing every week! A little social gathering with discounted treats most Friday nights like this one. It's a good way for our bakery to get more popular and for us to gain more profit, all while making the community happy!"
"Ok, Papa. You do that. Maybe, during the summer, we can ask if we can hold the gatherings in the park!" Marinette said, mirroring her father's smile.
There was also the time when Adrien witnessed the girl code.
It was the 'Battle Week', a week in which the individual grades would work together to create an exhibit with a sort of theme in a hallway. It was an American tradition, just like how they had homecoming at the beginning of the year, but their school used football instead of, well, American football. The different sub-themes were divided up by class, each class doing something different, but still relevant to the theme. The class presidents would be the ones leading and their favorite teacher would be supervising. The grade who wins Battle and has the most points by their senior year gets money off of their prom tickets, making them cheaper.
The theme for the sophomore grade was 'Superheroes' and the class of Mme. Bustier was doing a few different ones that all corresponded with each other. A number of them were doing Teen Titans and the rest were doing Young Justice. When this was announced, Mari shot up, shouting,
"DIBS ON YJ!ROBIN! I'LL WEAR A BINDER, I JUST WANNA BE DICK."
"Okay, well, what about the rest of the original Team?" Mme. Bustier
"I'll be that blonde in green. She's hot for a cartoon." Chloe said, lazily. Alya let out a squeak.
"That's my daughter. Artemis. I love her so much. Oh my god. Nath, you better be Wally, you and Chloe already argue enough and you guys are practically Spitfire." The brunette said, turning to the artist.
"I admire Wally, but it's sad that he died. I love his character and I won't be able to do him justice." Nathanael went ignored.
"Mylene, you be Miss M and and Ivan, you be Superboy. Babe. You're Aqualad. Don't mess up my daddy. I'll be Rocket and Lila will be Zee. I've always shipped Mari and Lila, so that'd be good for Chalant. Sabrina, you can be Roy. He's hot. And red all around. Okay, that's YJ, now for the Titans." Alya had a fangirl moment and squeaked again. "Juleka, you're gonna be Raven. Rose, you're gonna be Starfire. Kim, you are Cyborg and Max is gonna be Beast Boy, you know, that's kinda funny because Cyborg is the smart one and BB is the sorta ditzy one and you are practically switching personalities- ANYAY, I'm off topic. We are just gonna have Adrien be Robin. Just slam a wig on the poor boy. Alix, you can be Terra. You guys just gotta provide your own costumes. Mari, share your cosplay stuff." Adrien looked to the girl in question with wide eyes.
"You cosplay?!" He asked, stunned.
"Yeah, I- it's not really a big-"
"She's insta-famous. This chick is followed by professional cosplayers on her cosplay account. One of Nino's cousins is a cosplayer and followed her before Mari could follow her. This was before she knew that Mari was friends with Nino. She does a lot of anime. Her best one yet was Misaki from Kaichou Wa Maid-sama." Alya grinned, holding onto your best friend's shoulders.
"What if I told you that I've always wanted to cosplay as Usui?" Adrien asked, grinning. "I'd totally love to give you that kiss that he gave Misa on her back." The blonde boy said smoothly, causing his girlfriend to blush. Adrien soon realized what he just said and went red, himself. "That is- if you want to. I won't ever force you into doing anything that you don't want to do. I'd do it if you let me, though. You don't have to, however. We only have been dating for a few weeks. It's fine if you don't wanna do anything like that, I'm perfectly fine without any action. I don't even know of any action of any sort, I've been caged for my entire life. I'm just gonna shut up now." He hung his head but the tips of his ears were as bright as his face. Nino laughed and slapped his back.
"You weeb!"
The conversation ended and they started to plan. Two weeks passed and it was finally the day to unveil the hallways. A few juniors passed their class and pointed to them, laughing.
"You really think that you can beat us, with your stupid little superhero theme? Ha!" One of them, a girl with light brown wavy hair, laughed.
A boy with bright red hair tugged on Marinette's outfit. "Wow, look at the authenticity in this stuff." His voice was dripping with sarcasm. "It's like you bought it online. I bet you guys didn't do any real work. After all, you guys do have the mayor's daughter with you guys." He lightly shoved the young designer. Adrien walked up to him, but a different blonde beat him to the punch, literally. The boy cradled his nose where Chloe punched him.
"Watch what you say to my classmates! I'm the only one who can bully them. And Marinette made most of these outfits all by herself. Sure, I got her the fabric, but she made them by hand. And yeah, I could have gotten someone to do the work for me but I didn't because this is a class project. I learned that lesson after I lost that bowler hat contest. Of course, I copied the best designer in the class. Regardless, now I know that if I want to get something done right, I gotta do it myself. So get your ass out of here and into your own hallway, you asshole!" Chloe shouted at the boy, who was holding his bloody nose.
"What the fuck? You bitch!" He was about to lunge at her, but was soon stopped by Mme. Bustier.
"That is enough, William. I will have to inform your principal about this. You just cost your grade your hallway." The redhead said calmly, pointing in the direction of their hallway.
"Chlo, I could have handled that myself." Marinette said, putting a hand on the girls shoulder.
Why would she be using a nickname for Chloe? Adrien thought.
"It's just- Only I can bully you! And no one can ever bully my property." Chloe pulled the girl into a short hug. "And he actually meant it. You all know by now that I don't mean my bullying. If you don't, then there is something wrong with you. Regardless, only I can bully you. No one else. No one." The blonde girl practically growled. She nuzzled into the crook on Marinette's neck. "You, and the rest of the class, are my property. Mine. M-I-N-E."
Marinette giggled. "Okay, Chloe." Marinette held the girl at arms length. "Thank you."
They ended up getting second place for hallway, but only because it's rigged and the seniors always win.
A week later, Adrien came to school early enough to see half of the girls in his class disappear into the bathroom. More and more girls went in. The blonde looked to Nino. "What do they even do in there?" Adrien's face was contorted in thought.
Instead of answering, Nino ran a hand down the young model's face. "How are you this hot? I swear, it's so weird. You don't ever turn off your model face."
"Huh?"
"To answer your question," Max started, walking up to them with Kim, Ivan, and Nathanael trailing behind him. "It is known as a place of social gathering. They do their makeup, hair, homework, accessorize, etc. There, they catch up, make jokes, be girls and just have overall fun. They stay there until the first bell rings."
"Alternate answer: they have Dorito Parties." Kim snorted.
As if on cue, the first bell rang, the girls flooding out and their hair and makeup nice and perfect. Chloe's eye-makeup looked better than usual and Mari's hair was in two neat French Braids, brushing the new choker on her neck. Juleka's lips were painted a dark red and there was a small Dutch braid in Rose's hair. Sabrina's cheeks looked more pigmented than usual and Alix's usually messy hair fell straight down, brushing her collarbones. Mylene's hair was out of it's bandana and in a neat, yet messy bun. Alya and Lila walked out with their arms linked, both having makeup to outshine the gods and hair that could beat a model's. Both of them had neutral tones on their eyelids with sharp eyeliner and lips painted as red as Snow White's poison apple. Their cheekbones were higher and their jawlines were more prominent, and their noses were, too. Alya's usual curls were a lot less tamed, falling in tiny, individual spirals, making an afro. Lila's hair was in a half bun, the hair that cascaded down her back was curled lightly at the bottom. The boys' jaws dropped.
"Damn. You girls look hot." Nino said, his eyes never leaving his girlfriend. She had a new outfit today; a high-waisted jean skirt that had faded gold buttons all the way down that ended mid thigh and a burgundy, long-sleeved crop-top. She had white knit knee-high socks and brown combat boots.
Lila giggled, knowing that it was mostly directed to Alya. "Thanks, Nino." She was wearing a brown t-shirt dress and an converse. On her neck was a gold chain with an orange crystal hanging from it. On her ears were little orange studs. She winked at Nathanael, who blushed. "Sup, Lil' Red."
"That's honestly really cute because he's a redhead and the hair is like a hood so he's like the Little Red Riding Hood and you were fox-based when you were akumatized. So you're like the fox. It's cute." Juleka said, a little smiled on her face. When Marinete threw her a look and the goth deflated. "Oh... that was the point."
"So," Adrien began. "What were you guys doing in there so long?"
Alix smirked and turned to him, with an amused look in her eyes. "We have Dorito Parties." She high-fived Kim and laughed along with him.
Marinette shook her head and laughed along gently at the two. She held Adrien's hand and told him, "We did this Literature project last year and we had to advertise something and our group chose Doritos. Because it was female dominated, we came up with the idea of what girls did in the bathroom. It's not a complete lie; we do have our breakfast in there half the time."
"I always take these cute little juice boxes Mari gets!" Sabrina said, with a shy smile.
"Everyone is a lot more open in the confines of the bathroom. Chloe lets the gay out, Sabrina shines, Alix is girly, Rose talks about the usually gory animes that she likes, the stuff that grosses me out, I do everyone's makeup and talk about it a lot, Mari spends most her time designing or sewing, and Alya and Lila just exist. But also more than that. I don't know how to explain it- it's weird. Mylene usually drones on and on about theatre, mostly about how she wants to fly to New York to see Hamilton." Juleka said, waving her hands. She earned a look from Mylene. "What? It's true."
"Yeah, but what happens in the girls' bathroom stays in the girls' bathroom. I might tell everyone what happened when you came extra early that one day in December." The small girl smirked.
Rose and Juleka turned bright red. "Don't you dare, I fucking swear. I will find your small ass and beat the shit outta it myself. Boi." Rose cursed, one hand pointed stiffly in the smaller girl's direction.
Adrien squeaked, squeezing Marinette's hand lightly. "Rose!" He shouted. "You were my last hope!" Getting weird glances from everyone, Nino and Marinette laughed at their friend, or boyfriend in Marinette's case.
"The poor virgin boy doesn't even know what masturbation even is. He's too pure and innocent for the world." Nino laughed.
"Okay, so like, right before we started dating, like literally right before he asked me out, he said hell and got all flustered because he said a profanity. Poor baby." She ruffled his hair and giggled.
"Mari~" He whined, loosing her hand to fix his hair. "I spent- like- half an hour on my hair." Marinette pouted, as if to mock him.
"Poor little rich white boy." She opened her arms. "Come 'ere." She said and he hugged her.
"So what's masturbation? Nino never answered me the first time I asked him." Adrien asked and, soon, everyone was laughing at him.
Adrien's first high school party was a new experience for him. It was Kim's annual end of year party and people all around him were drunk and the stench of alcohol wasn't that bad. He took a sip of Nino's beer, but spat it out right away.
"Gross! Bro, that's disgusting!" He cried, scrunching his nose.
"Oh, shit. There's Mari and Alya!" Nino looked the two girls up and down. "Damn, girls you look mighty fine." Alya, who was currently sober, took Nino's drink and took a long sip. She was wearing a soft purple short romper and she had high sandal-like wedges on her feet. Marinette, who was almost drunk, leaned on Adrien, tugging at his shirt. She was wearing a low cut croptop that was a dark pink and black shorts. On her feet were black pumps that made her almost his height and her lips were painted a bright pink. Adrien blushed as she pressed herself against him, exaggerating her ample assets.
"Baby~" She said. "Let's dance." Marinette grinned, tugging on his shirt. "You look hot, right now, Adrien." She pressed her body against his, chest to chest; hip to hip. The small girl gyrated her hips into his, eliciting a moan from grabbed his hands and put them on her waist. She trailed kisses down his neck, leaving bright pink marks, some staining the collar of his shirt. Marinette's kisses came back up and she nipping his earlobe. Her lips went down to where his ear and neck met, sucking on the area, leaving a bright red mark. One that would soon turn purple. Consumed with lust, Adrien tilted her head up, crashing his lips into hers, one hand on the nape of her neck and the other on the small of her back. She pulled away from him and turned around, her behind on his crotch. Marinette moved her hips to the rhythm of the music and pressed them into him again, feeling the hardness of his pelvis and other things, as well. Adrien grabbed her waist and pushed himself into her, moving in sync with her. The young model mimicked her actions and kissed up and down her neck before leaving a hickey where her ear and neck met. Marinette's hands moved up his body before gently pulling his head towards her. She craned her neck and whispered words in his ear.
"Let's fuck." Marinette giggled as she ground herself into him. Adrien's half-lidded eyes opened all the way.
"No, Marinette, you aren't yourself right now. You want to save yourself for the man that you love. I'm not sure you love me. I don't want you to regret anything." Adrien said, pulling her outside of the house.
"But I do love you!" Marinette pouted, stomping her foot. "I have since I met you. You are perfect! A gentleman and a nice guy. You are so sweet, gentle, and caring. I love all of those small, little things about you. Just like the way you like the way you like to cuddle in your sleep or the way your nose twitches and your eyes light up when you smell food. I love you and one day, I'd like to marry you." Marinette all but threw herself at him, burring her head into the crook of his neck. He felt her take a deep breath in and some muffled words escape her mouth. "I love the way you smell like hot cocoa and the woods, but in a manly way. I love how you're so passionate about everything that you do, especially physics. I even love your Ladybug shrine, as weird as it is." She giggled and looked up to him with those big, blue eyes. "I may or may not have a shrine dedicated to Chat Noir. I think he's cooler than Ladybug. Back to you. I love the way your arms just envelop me in hugs, not to mention, they are pretty nice, too." Adrien cracked a smile. "I love the way your beautiful green eyes seem to be brighter when you are expressing yourself. Don't even get me started on your smile, or I won't be able to stop! It's so perfect; your pearly teeth and your perfect, pink, kissable lips. I love you, Adrien Agreste. I would be honored if you loved me, too." She nuzzled back into his shoulder and was simply content. Adrien's mind flew back to what someone told him during the week.
"Drunk words are sober thoughts, Adrien. If anyone says anything that's out of character or out of the norm, just know that it comes from the heart, not the mind."
"Marinette, I-I love you, too. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are perfect, not me. From the way you treat people, not just people who are nice to you. You are just and kind and nice; anyone who has ever said anything bad about you is wrong, the only thing wrong with you is the fact that you degrade yourself for petty, little things. Even Chloe thinks that you are a good person, even though she will never admit it to you. If I'm passionate, you are more than that and dedicated; when you start a project, you don't stop until it's finished. Trust me, I know first hand. You forgot the big ball my father was throwing because you needed to get the gown do be just right. You thought you were working for a little while, but it was a long time. I barely had any of your time." Adrien chuckled. "You looked amazing in that gown. Blue really brings out your eyes. This brings me to my next point, it really doesn't hurt that you are beautiful. I probably would have fallen in love with you even if you weren't because your personality is downright the best thing in the world." Adrien hugged her tighter. "If anything, I am unworthy of you. I do wish for us to be married one day because, with you, my life is complete." He sighed and pulled from her just enough to cup her face. "I love you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I could give you the world, if I would. I want you to be sober when- if you ever want to take our relationship to the next step." He crashed his lips into hers and tasted something salty. He pulled away to see tears. "Why are you crying?"
"I just love you so much, goddamnit!" She cried, pulling Adrien into another kiss. His arms slid around her waist as hers went around his neck.
"Hey lovebirds!" Kim cried from the door frame. The couple hadn't realized that the music stopped and they were being watched. "We get it, you guys are literally couple goals. Now get in here and party!"
Marinette dragged Adrien back into Kim's house and, for the first time ever, Adrien got wasted.
the next weekend, marinette and adrien stayed sober and fucked all night.
THE END.
the one with the party in the bakery was supposed to have some sort of parody of Megan Trainor's No with nino going my name is niNO my sign is niNO my number is niNO. you need to let it go... n to the i to the NONONO
HA I LIED.
BONUS:
Being a teenager means a few things- puberty, school, girls/boys/your preferred gender, etc. Included in that was acne.
Adrien Agreste, a model that was famous throughout the city of Paris, woke up one morning with a big smile on his face. Today was his three year anniversary! Three years after going to school for the first time, three years after meeting Ladybug, and, most importantly, three years after meeting the love of his life.
Marinette.
Goddamnit, he loved her to Pluto and back. That was an understatement. Adrien loved Marinette to Kepler-186f (2) and back. He walked into his bathroom, ready to take a shower. He stopped to take a glance in the mirror, to make sure his pearly whites where pearly white. Those were insured for a thousand dollars, each, you know. Then he saw it. The cat-themed hero squawked.
"Father!" Adrien cried, running to his father's bedroom. "There is an emergency!" He threw the door open, plopping himself on his father's bed, just as he did when he was a young boy. "My reputation is ruined!" Tears were almost streaming down Adrien's face at this point.
"Adrien- What are you doing at this ungodly hour of the morning?" Gabriel asked, groping his nightstand for his glasses.
The blonde boy stopped his panicking to look up at his father. "This is the time I get up for school. Everyday. For the past three years."
"This is an outrage! It's six thirty! You need your sleep, young man! What time to you leave for school?"
"Eight."
"...Why do you wake up so early?"
"My hair doesn't set itself. It takes an hour to style."
"Good point, son. I'm proud of you. Anyway, what's the emergency."
Adrien's eyes widened again and tilted his head so that his father got a face full of chin. "Look at it! Why is this here?! It need's to die."
"...That's it? That is completely normal. Get out of here, Adrien. I need my sleep." Gabriel pulled the sheets of his comforter over his head.
"But Father~ ACK!" Adrien began to whine, but was promptly kicked off the bed. "This is child abuse."
"No, it isn't. It's discipline." The muffled reply came from the lump on the large bed. "Get out. Make like a tree and leaf."
Adrien shined for a moment. "Was that a pun?"
"Leave. Now, before I completely mess up your schedule and you won't have time to tell Marinette about the internship I'm giving her and then she'll have to find out through Nathalie."
"Father, you wouldn't dare."
"Try me."
"Bye, Father. See you later!" In response, Adrien got an intelligible grumble. He chuckled before poking his head back into his father's room. "So how do I get rid of this growth?"
"I don't trust name brands. Just spray some Windex on it. That stuff really works."
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Adrien walked into school with less bounce in his step and a small frown on his face, despite the happy day. He had a blue scarf, the one that he thought his father got him, around his neck, pulled up so that it was covering his chin. It was the end of the day at this point, most of the students already home. Marinette pouted, walking up to him and cupping his face.
"What's wrong, babe?" She asked, her eyebrows knit in concern.
"Nothing..." He trailed off, avoiding her eyes.
"Tell me."
"It's stupid."
"Anything that is bothering you is important to me."
"You really think so?"
"I know so."
"Okay..." He was about to take off his scarf when a girl in their grade interrupted them.
"Omg, you guys are the most perfect couple ever. Kim was right, literally couple goals." The girl gushed, cupping her own face. She looked of Japanese decent and her dark brown hair came to her waist.
Marinette laughed while Adrien blushed. "Thanks, Asami. But we've our story has nothing on your's and Kori's. You guys literally dated the same guy before falling for each other."
Asami smiled. "You guys are just so cute. Omg." The girl squealed. "Sorry, I gotta go. Kor and I have a date." She ran off before the two could say goodbye.
"That was an interesting encounter." Adrien said, smirking. Marinette swatted his shoulder.
"Shut up. Anyway, what's wrong?"
"It's better if I show you. In private." Adrien pulled Marinette into an empty classroom and pulled off his scarf.
"What is it?"
Adrien looked at her, astounded. "Are you blind? How can you not see it?" Adrien gestured to his entire chin.
"If you're not taking about the acne, I don't see anything."
"The acne?" He asked, spitting the word like it was venom. "The acne?! This hideous pimple is a whole other head!" Adrien poked the bright red pimple on his chin. "Ouch!"
"Anyway, I gotta go. There's a big order at the bakery. Someone ordered a ton of sweets for the fashion show tomorrow." Marinette, irritated.
"Hey, my dad only orders from the best. And he's paying you guys a lot extra. He didn't need to."
"Go be a rich model somewhere else, I don't have time for your bull crap."
"You love me." Adrien planted a kiss on her forehead, then her nose, lips, each of her cheeks, and lastly, her neck. She moaned lightly.
"I do." Marinette pulled him down for an intense kiss. "I love you so fucking much. And I love fucking you, too." She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pinned her to the wall out of sight from the door. It all escalated from there.
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Ladybug sat on the edge of the Eiffel Tower, swinging her legs lightly. She had a small box at her side, a black box with a green ribbon. A figure sat down next to her.
"Milady, you can die if you fall." A familiar voice called.
"No, I won't."
"Oh really?"
"Yep!" She popped the p. "Cuz you're gonna catch me." Ladybug turned and bopped Chat Noir on the nose, smiling lightly. She got up, walking, a bit weird, to a brighter spot. "Come over here. It's our third anniversary. I got you a gift."
"I got you one, too." Chat walked over to her with concerned eyes. "You okay, you seem to be walking a bit weird."
Ladybug squeaked, turning as red as her suit. She held the box up to her eyes. "My boyfriend and I-"
"Did he force himself on you?!"
"No! He was the one who had me wait when I was drunk one night. I got really horny. He's a good guy, trust me. Anyway-"
"Huh, I did the same thing to my girlfriend. She really wanted to have intercourse with me, but she was intoxicated and she wanted to save herself for the man she loves. The next week, when we were both sober, we talked it out and we did end up having sex."
"Same. Anyway, we fucked a few hours ago and it was the best rough sex I've ever had. Granted, I haven't had sex with anyone besides him, but it was amazing. If I ever fell out of love with him, I would stay in it for his dick." She smirked. "This conversation is being turned to you, now. Why is you collar pulled up to your chin?"
"I-uhh, ugh." Chat buried his head in his hands. "I'm hideous. Don't even bring up my chin."
"Why, do you have a pimple?"
"Yes! And it is the grossest, most ugliest pimple in the entire world! I look like I'm growing another head!" Chat Noir pulled down his collar just enough to reveal his chin. Ladybug gaped for a moment. "It's atrocious, isn't it?!"
She simply stared at him blankly before narrowing her eyes. "You're Adrien Agreste, aren't you?"
It was Chat's turn to gape. "I-uhh, what?"
"You were so angry about that pimple earlier. You pulled me into a classroom to talk about it. And then we had beautiful, rough sex." Ladybug smirked and crossed her arms, tapping one foot on the floor.
"M-Marinette?" Chat asked, his eyes wide.
"Yep!" Her playful demeanor turned anxious. "Are you disappointed?"
"Well, yeah." Her breath hitched and his eyes became wider. "Nononono! No! Not in you!" He quickly ran over to her and scooped her up in his arms, cradling her like a baby as he sat on the floor. "It's the situation. I was hoping for something dramatic, like us accidentally getting locked in a closet and then our transformations running out for us being in the same room as civilians and then one of us transforming because we would need to deal with an akuma attack. Or right before we would go into battle with Hawkmoth and there would be feels all around. I'm disappointed because my concern for my reputation and growth gave me away." Chat huffed. He looked into her big, blue-belle eyes. "I will never be disappointed in you, ever. Except for when you are disappointed in yourself. You should have a confidence like a goddess because you are one. As Marinette. Not Ladybug."
Ladybug wiped her eyes and laughed. "Wow. You dork. Everything has to be dramatic for you. You fucking loser." She shoved him and laughed even harder at his pout. Chat did something similar to a hairflip with his short locks.
"Well, I am a celebrity that Kylie Jenner has flirted with." Ladybug grimaced before turning to straddle him.
"She's older than us. That must have been so weird. Ugh." She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward so that their noses were touching. "We've dated for a year. She best know that you are taken." Chat leaned forward so that he could kiss her, but she leaned back, evading the kiss. She bent down a bit, pressing her lips where his ear and neck met. Ladybug sucked on that spot, nipping at it a bit. She pushed him to the floor, grinding her hips into his. "You know, I'm designing a new costume for myself and I would really like some feedback. It should have a zipper, no?"
Adrien began to blubber. "Of course, milady. Zippers are always good. If you get hurt and need to treat a wound, the best way to treat it would involve removal of the clothes, right?"
A seductive smile graced her features, her eyes becoming half lidded. "Well, yes. That, as well as the fact that we can have sex easier when we can't wait." She shifted her hips again and smirked when she felt something hard pressing against her. "Poor little white boy, can't control his dick."