Hey, my best friend and I watched a bunch of videos about overused anime and hentai tropes, we put them in a hat and picked out twelve. We decided to write three separate stories with four random tropes all taking place in different universes. This is one of mine using the tropes; Perverted Male Lead, Love Triangle, Flamboyant Gay Best Friend, and Erotic Eating Scene. This story takes place in the universe of Marie and Thomas, and is purely for fun, it holds no water in my personal universe.
Warning: This story contains sexual themes and cursing. Proceed with caution.
Phineas and Ferb belongs to Dan Povenmire & Jeff 'Swampy' Marsh
Marie belongs to angelus19 & sam-ely-ember deviantart
Thomas Belongs to Melty64.
Bridgette belongs to Orthgirl123
Biff belongs to me
Flaws are Subjective
"Oh My God, Marie. You can not lie on your bed and sulk all day." One of my best friends, Biff, said to me as I laid face first on my pillow. I groaned in disagreement as the last thing I wanted to do was get up from my bed. Yesterday had been the most embarrassing day of my life, and no matter how many times Biff painted the rainbow on my nails, the nightmare would never truly end. I could never take back what happened at the buffet, and that meant I'd likely never have a chance to redeem my relationship with Tommy. Biff insisted that I was exaggerating yesterday's events, but I just could see that to be true. You couldn't imagine the face Tommy had given me. Bridgette was right. Tommy was too good for me. "So, you got a bit carried away. So, what? All girls do." Biff went on trying to cheer me up, but 'a bit' was an understatement. I ate my weight in dessert yesterday; That I could recall vividly.
I had been staring up at the sign for the buffet with all the excitement of a toddler at Disney world. Tommy had offered to take me there the day of the grand opening-he could be sweet like that-, and I never refused a meal. We had gotten a table for two, and while Tommy ate some fried chicken and a Caesar salad, I devoured the sweets section without hesitation. I'd thought nothing of eating the buffet out of business like a cow until SHE took a seat at the table next to us. Bridgette had come to the same buffet accompanied by her lackeys, and immediately decided to harass me in a vain attempt to impress Tommy. At first I thought it was annoying and tried to ignore her. Busying myself with the most popular dish on the desserts menu; a Mont Blanc Chocolate Pavlova coated in strawberry drizzle-I'm salivating just thinking about it, but yesterday I'd drooled a river down my chin. I grabbed my fork about to dig into the dish when that obnoxious voice ruined the atmosphere;
"Look out girls, Miss Piggy's about to take up the whole restaurant." Bridgette's condescending laugh echoed in my head filling me with frustration.
I wasn't insecure about my weight...Okay maybe a little, my doctor tried to make it a point I watch my diet, but only because of my medical problems. In my moment of vulnerability I had let my eyes meet Tommy's for the first time that night. His expression still makes my legs shake, and my lip quiver. He looked utterly appalled by what I was about to do. His sapphire eyes were wide, his mouth hung open ever so slightly, and his brow more tense then I'd ever seen it. At first I was just...hurt. Did he really think that bad about me? But, then I was angry. How dare he judge me like that! If he didn't like my weight then didn't have to invite me! At the time I had slapped my hands on the table, and refused to look in his direction-partially to hide the tears brimming at the tips of my lashes-, and quickly stormed out. Tommy had chased after me with what looked to be pure shame on his face, and I thought for a moment he would apologize for making me upset, but he'd only mentioned Bridgette's behavior as if he'd done nothing wrong! I'd let him take me home, but in silence. I slammed the door in his face before he could tell me goodnight, and ran to my room to scream into my pillow.
Now, here I was spilling my guts to Biff about the whole situation, realizing I've likely lost my chance with Tommy. A part of me thinks it's for the best if he hates my appetite that much, but a larger part of me can't stand the idea of losing him-especially to Bridgette.
"Oh, just call him already!" Biff ordered with exasperation. I lifted my head to tell him it was pointless when a knock came from my bedroom door.
"Yes?" I called out, expecting it to be my mother or father. When the only reply was another two knocks right after each other; I shot up from my bed with a dark blush dressing my entire body. My eyes caught Biff's in a face of anxious confusion and tension, but Biff merely shrugged, implying he too was not expecting Tommy.
"Well, I'll leave you two then." Biff said, as he grabbed his purse and approached my bedroom door.
"Wait! Biff!" I shouted, chasing after him to stop him-I wasn't ready to face Tommy! It was too late however, as he opened the door just as I reached it. Tommy stood on the other side with a raised eyebrow at the odd position I'd stopped in. Biff caught Tommy's attention before I could speak, and he pointed at me;
"Help the poor girl." Tommy nodded without hesitation-I didn't need his help-, and moved for Biff to leave.
Without asking, Tommy entered my room and shut the door behind him.
"Marie, we need to talk." He stated, his expression shifting to a stern one rather quickly. I folded my arms in rebellion as I'm not completely over the embarrassment of yesterday.
"What if I don't wanna?" I bite back, facing away from him in case I began to cry once more. I watched him swap expressions from the corner of my eye to one of pleading. I felt the tension in my shoulders relax with sympathy at his gaze. It was as if he really had no idea why I was upset, but then I remembered his disgust at the booth, and I deepened my frown. "Why don't you go ask Bridgette to talk?" I snark at him, secretly hoping he'll stay. He does, stepping closer to me with a narrow stare. He's asking what he did wrong, and I'm tempted to keep dragging this out. But his fingers tease the tip of my bangs, and I feel much calmer than I want to. "You…" I start off with all the aggravation I wish to muster, but I falter under his questioning look. Tommy hates when I beat around the bush more than anything, and I can tell it's hurting him to trudge through it just to get to where I am. "Why'd you invite me. Out to eat. Yesterday." I mutter, my words a jumbled mess in my nervous state. I don't want to hear that he was asked to by my father, or that he didn't have any other option.
"I wanted to." He says simply, clearly no other motivation in his mind. How can he say that after the face he pulled? I feel bitter at my own wondering, and remark with pettiness;
"It sure didn't seem like you wanted me there."
"What DID it seem like?" He asks, I feel goosebumps at the way his voice drops in annoyance. He's pissed that I would insinuate that I know better than himself what he felt. It's maddening how he can't see what I saw.
"It SEEMED like you were disgusted." I declare, pulling away from his touch with a new found anger. He raises an eyebrow with a frown as if to quiz;
'By you?'
"Yes, by me, who did you think you were staring at?!" I yell, stomping my foot to try to stop the shaking of my form, my teeth clenching behind my lips. Tommy's gaze has me even more furious as I watch his eyes widen. I'm about to scream about how I knew he was staring at me, that he was judging me, but then I freeze. His body turns pale like I caught him mumbling the lyrics of a vulgar song, his posture straightens, and he backs away as if I'll burn him. He looks at me as if he wants to explain himself, but he can't put his reasoning into words. This isn't the reaction of a Tommy who did something mean, no, this is the reaction of Tommy who stole money from his dad's wallet. It's wrong, it's underhanded, it's nothing he wants to admit, but it wasn't malicious. But, if Tommy hadn't been appalled by me, then what could that expression have meant? I'd never seen it before, so I had assumed it to be what Bridgette implied the reaction I should receive to be, but clearly it hadn't been.
All my anger, hurt, and fear leaves my body as I nod my head to the side in inquiry. Tommy makes a face as if that's the last thing he wanted me to do. I inch closer to him, and he slams into the door.
"Maria, let me explain." He orders, trying his best to gain control of the situation. I don't understand why he's so scared; If he'd never meant to be mean.
"Okay. Explain." I encourage, I want to hear his reasons, I want to know why. I'm not trying to stop him. I stand inches from him in front of my bedroom door. He takes a deep breath while looking away from me before meeting my eyes once more.
"I find you attractive when you enjoy food." He informs me with a blunt tone. His face a tense less kind of blank. It takes me a moment to register what he's just said then a cherry blush is coming over my entire form. I back away as I stutter out;
"W-wait, but-but I thought. I thought I disgusted you yesterday! Bridgette called me Miss Piggy! Th-then you were making that face! And, I was-was eating that huge Mont-" Tommy grabbing my wrists is what stops my rambling. He stares into my anxious gaze with confidence he pulls from god knows where, and states pointedly.
"Bridgette is a bitch. You're body is gorgeous, Elyzabeth."
The words leave my lips before I even realize I thought them;
"Then your face?" Tommy's brow dips as if his courage is about to waver, but he finds his ground quicker than anyone else I've ever known-second only to Tio Ferb. He keeps his grip on my wrist as he speaks on the matter;
"Please forgive me, Maria, for gazing at you as if you yourself are something to be eaten. When I see you indulging in your affinity for sweets it brings a satisfaction to me I find difficult to control, but worth attempting to, so that I can partake in the pleasure that comes with it. The way you lose yourself to your impulses to the point you drool without realizing it. It drips down your chin into the dip in your neck, and onto your breast. You always sway about sporadically as if you lack any sort of self-control. Allowing your voice to leave you in such a high-pitched tone that implies the mere act of eating brings you a great physical thrill. I believe I myself could only ever achieve such a feeling from observing you reaching that point, and so I tend to stare in hopes of finding that same high, I am aware it is rather inappropriate of me." I can't believe what I'm hearing, what it's making me feel. Tommy is confessing getting off to watching me eat, and it's honestly scarily joyful to hear! I try not to imagine what he's saying, but my imagination is far too vivid. The thought of Tommy seeing what I see is what pushes me over the edge.
"Oh, Thomas~!" I shout, pouncing on the boy to kiss him. He bumps into the door behind him and slides to the floor as we make-out. He doesn't try to push me off, cause it would be hopeless, and I smile against his lips. Yay for happy endings!
