(( *has multiple stories going*

*has several drafts of stories to simply type out and edit*

*has a chapter for AM to write*

*writes this instead because it won't leave my head* ))


My Girlfriend's Boyfriend – Part One


Something about being with your superhero girlfriend at the top of the Eiffel Tower just makes you want to have a bubblegum bubble-blowing contest.

Three pieces of the thickest gum he could find and Chat was still able to smile widely while chewing. He couldn't help it. His Lady was amazing in all things awesome, and that, unfortunately for him, included mad skills in bubble-blowing. He was losing – horribly – but he didn't even care. Every time she poked out her lips and the pink started poking through her cute little "o" shape before growing into the biggest, stickiest monstrosity he had ever seen, he fell in love with her a little more. It seemed like a strange thing to be attracted to, sure; the cute, everyday things seemed to continually charm the pants off of them in a mutual way, things that they could do or see out of uniform. It wouldn't appear normal to anyone else, but the fact that they were different than normal couples didn't surprise him. They were both superheroes, after all. What could possibly be labeled "normal" from their relationship to begin with?

"That sound is disgusting!" Ladybug chided the loudly chewing cat-boy when he slipped in his fourth piece of the super-gum. "Can you at least try to chew with your mouth closed?"

Chat only grinned and leaned down to rest his chin on the top of Ladybug's head, making sure to chew with his trap wide open and chomp down so she could feel every motion of it. With a burst of withheld laughter, Ladybug reached behind her and pushed Chat's chin away from her hair before settling back to sitting on the beam just below him. She leaned back into him again, this time propping an arm up on each of his wide-spread legs. The simple feel of her still caused fluttering in his stomach, despite the un-newness of their relationship; for the three years they had been working together, they had been exclusive with each other for the last two.

Chat leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. With a flick of her long, midnight hair, Ladybug tipped her head up to look at Chat. He looked down at this and marveled once again at how comfortable they had become. The intimacy did not come only from "dating" (or whatever it was that superheroes did to go on "dates"), or from merely being friends. They fought together. They relied on one another. It was one of the reasons Ladybug had finally noticed Chat for more than a friend:

"There's no one else who could ever take your place, Chat. You're literally a piece of me."

Even remembering those words – and the lip-to-lip action that had followed them – caused a warmth to pour into Chat's cheeks. Pausing momentarily, he was lost in the blue sea that was His Lady's eyes once again as she looked fondly up to him. He started to lean down to catch her bubblegum-flavored lips with his own, though his descent was still as slow as it was the first time.

There was no need for hesitation now, really, but Chat continued to feel nervous every time he kissed Ladybug. It wasn't that he thought she didn't want it (she was the one who initiated the contact the first time). It was more that he couldn't believe that this girl, this wonderful girl, was really so exclusively his that he could kiss her anytime he wanted to just because he wanted to.

When his eyes started to close, and he expected the soft warmth of Ladybug's lips, he was met instead with a sticky, almost dry feeling pressing into his lips, then onto his face. When the bubble popped, he froze, trying so hard not to join in Ladybug's laughter at his thwarted show of affection. Before even ten seconds could pass, however, the quiet giggles and shaking of her body against his own broke him down. As he laughed, though, he reached down to her and nuzzled her face with his sticky residue, causing her to squeal under him.

It was comfortable. It was reassuring. It was just what Chat – as Adrien Agreste, the affection-starved shut-in of his own home – needed the most in his life. Even if it meant occasionally missing a kiss and having bubblegum covering his face.


(( Wait…I actually wrote a chapter of something that's short? 8)

Thanks for reading! *hearts*

Check out my tumblr – callmeakumatized or "Maki Makes Magic" – for artwork for this series. It might not necessarily be good, but sometimes it's just fun to see a picture to go with a scene. n.n

You guys. I just saw I had some messages when I logged in on here. I AM SO SORRY I HAVEN'T RESPONDED YET! Oh my goodness! You all are amazing. Thank you for the super nice words. *hearts again*

And I will find the link to that Twitter thread with Astruc and Asperger's. ASAP.

I love you all. Like, really. - Maki ))