Miraculous Ladybug AU where, like in the deleted scene from the movie, Marinette only recently moved to Paris from China so she barely speaks any French. And all of Paris thinks Ladybug is this cold, calculating, silent badass cause she never speaks in interviews, leaving Chat Noir to do enough talking for both of them.
Until one day, Chat Noir is all like "My dear, dear, lady. We have been working together for so long, and I've come to believe we are close. But you never talk to me. You never respond to my jokes. You never consider my flirts. You never fill me in on your plans. Did I do something to upset you? Please, if so, let me atone. Let us be friends and partners, M'lady" And Ladybug just looks at him for a while before saying, in very broken French. "My... French... very bad..." and Chat Noir has to reconsider everything he thought he knew about Ladybug. Then they both realize they speak Mandarin Chinese and just start blabbering on and on to each other during fights and patrols.
Which then gives Adrien the idea to approach the weirdly quiet girl in his class to see if she maybe also doesn't know French. Blah blah, Adrien and Mari talk all the time and Marinette gets better at French cause of him.
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Hello 👀 I’ve been lurking on some accounts today and I saw that you’re taking writing requests? Your ShinDeku fic was soooo good, I’m curious if you’d be willing to do something with TodoBaku maybe? I like tickles (no surprise there lol) but if you’d rather so fluff I like that too! 😁 (idk where you stand on various shippings so if it’s not your thing feel free to ignore me)
Btw your Uraraka/Ojiro fic was also adorable!! Your writing is so good!
Bad Position (BNHA)
Bakugou finds himself in a bad position, both figuratively and literally, when he chooses to provoke his boyfriend.
Pairings: Romantic TodoBaku (Todoroki x Bakugou)
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: Swearing, kissing
Art for this fic!!
A/N: Aaah I’m so excited to finally get this one out!! Gosh it was so much fun to write, it’s probably my favorite one so far. For this fic I got to use what is, in my opinion, the most evil way of trapping a lee >:) Thanks so much for the request, I hope you enjoy!
It was a lazy Thursday evening when Bakugou and Todoroki decided to hit the common room couches and watch some TV together before bed. Finally, they were getting to sit down after a long day.
Well, if you could call what Bakugou was doing “sitting”.
Bakugou was upside down, his head hanging off the cushion while his legs rested over the back of the couch. Todoroki, on the other hand, sat next to his boyfriend with his knees pulled up to his chest and his arms wrapped around his legs in comfort.
“So… why exactly are you sitting like that?” he asked, more out of confusion than anything.
Bakugou stretched and Todoroki swore he could hear a few bones pop. “Feels good.”
Class 1-A had had a pretty intense day of training—some people had taken a harder beating than others. Laying out in odd ways tended to help Bakugou stretch everything out and relax after a hard day.
Before Todoroki could respond, Iida had entered the common area and nearly had a heart attack upon seeing the position Bakugou was in.
“Bakugou! This is wildly inappropriate!” he scolded with a few hand chops to the air. “Not only is this the improper way of using these couches, but your posture is sure to suffer as well! Not to mention the headache you’ll get from all that blood rushing to your face—”
“Shut it, Four-Eyes,” Bakugou grumbled, not even bothering to look up from the TV. “I don’t give a damn about my posture and shit.”
Todoroki put a hand on his boyfriend’s leg and gave Iida a look that said It’s okay, I’ve got this.
“Alright, well, don’t come complaining to me when your spine is all out of sorts,” Iida huffed. “It’s getting late. I expect you both to be in your respective rooms by curfew.”
“Thanks, Iida, we will.”
“Piss off.”
Iida then gave a short bow in farewell and headed for the elevator.
Once it was clear he was out of earshot, Todoroki cleared his throat. “He’s right, you know. That can’t be good for your back.”
“My back is fine.”
“Besides…” Todoroki bit his lip, not sure how to say these next few words. “The way you’re sitting makes it so we can’t cuddle.” He spoke them before he could lose the nerve, blushing a little at his own words.
This made Bakugou look up. “You want to cuddle?”
Todoroki nodded shyly.
His boyfriend hesitated for a moment, considering, before dropping his head back down. “Too bad. I’m comfortable.”
The two boys sat in silence, watching what was on screen. After a minute or two, Bakugou felt a weight drop onto his stomach.
“What the—” he looked up to find Todoroki neatly sitting crisscross atop his torso. He was light enough not to cause him any real discomfort, but it was still annoying. “What the hell are you doing?”
Todoroki shrugged. “Since you seem so content to stay there, I thought I’d take the initiative and come to you instead.”
“Tch, whatever,” Bakugou closed his eyes and stretched once more, letting his hands relax against the floor next to his head. “Just quit talking and watch the damn show.” Then, quieter, more to himself: “Who knew you could be so clingy.”
That’s when he felt two cold hands plant themselves into his armpits, making him yelp and reflexively slam his arms against his sides, trapping the fingers. They weren’t even moving yet, but despite his very best efforts, Bakugou couldn’t help a few soft huffs of laughter from escaping at the contact.
“What did you say?” Todoroki asked, his tone as cold and as serious as ever. “I don’t think you’re in a very good position to be insulting me, Katsuki.”
Bakugou’s ears reddened, and he tried his best to suppress a wobbly smile. “F-Fuhuck off, Icy-Hot. I’ll kill you.” Of course he meant for it to sound threatening, but it wasn’t very effective when his voice trembled from suppressed laughter.
“Mmm, I don’t think so.”
And with that, Todoroki began wiggling his fingers with purpose, pulling cackle after desperate cackle out of his boyfriend.
“H-HEHEHEY! KNOCK IT OHOHOFF!”
“No.”
After almost getting bucked off a few times from Bakugou’s thrashing, Todoroki ended up uncrossing his legs to straddle Bakugou’s waist instead, keeping him expertly pinned to the couch. Gravity wasn’t on Bakugou’s side either. With how tired and sore he was from training, he didn’t have much core strength left to pull himself up for more than a second before Todoroki easily pushed or tickled him back down—an endless cycle of torturous sit-ups. That, combined with the fact that he was already dizzy and disoriented from being upside down for so long, meant he was going nowhere. All he could do was thrash around and drum his legs against the back of the couch.
“T-Todo—Shoto! Don’t—snrk—stohohop!” Bakugou cried, his voice cracking. The more he struggled the more he began to slip off the couch, his hair starting to brush the carpet and his wild cackles turning into harsh snorts.
“Don’t stop? I wasn’t planning on it.” Todoroki couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly.
The cockiness was quickly replaced by shock and awe when he caught sight of Bakugou’s face clearly for the first time since the start of the attack: His smile so bright and wide that tiny dimples appeared, his teary eyes crinkled shut, the hot pink blush on his cheeks—wow. Had he ever gotten to see Bakugou this way? He didn’t think so, but he decided he could get used to a sight like that. And that laugh… it was so wild and uncontrolled, yet there was a sort of shyness to it. It was the best thing Todoroki had heard in a long time.
“I like you like this,” Todoroki admitted without letting up in the slightest. He was easily able to move along with Bakugou’s squirming. “You should smile like this more often.”
“Shut the f-aAhAHAHA!”
Bakugou had slid down far enough now that that his head and shoulders were on the ground, but his lower half was still pinned to the couch. With his shirt riding up to expose new skin, Todoroki easily slipped his hands under the hem and ten nimble fingers scratched and scribbled all over Bakugou’s ribs and tummy.
“AAAAAHAHAHA!” he screeched, desperately trying to push the hands away. “TODOROKI PLEHEHEASE!!”
“Wow, Katsuki Bakugou saying please? I—woah!”
Shortly after Bakugou had made contact with the floor, he had just enough leverage and strength left to kick out his legs and flip the both of them over and off the couch. Unfortunately for Todoroki, Bakugou was the one to land on top.
“You,” he breathed heavily, his hands on either side of Todoroki’s face. He leaned in close and, to Todoroki's delight, the bright blush and silly grin still remained. “Are. So. Dead.”
Todoroki didn’t feel quite so powerful anymore, shrinking a bit under the gaze of his boyfriend. Gosh, Bakugou was so close to his face, he could begin to smell the mint on his breath. And his lips… they were right there…
“By the time I’m done with your sorry ass you’re going to be—mmph!”
Before he could really think about what he was doing, Todoroki leaned up and closed the rest of the space between their lips, freezing Bakugou in his place. They pulled apart after a few seconds, both a little taken aback by what had just happened, their eyes wide and cheeks flushed. Once the initial shock subsided, Bakugou leaned down again, pressing his lips in with renewed purpose. A calloused but gentle hand came down to caress the scar tissue and run fingers through red locks. Todoroki reciprocated the gesture, reaching up and rubbing soft circles into Bakugou’s cheek. Neither had ever had such a deep and passionate kiss, and wow, they could have stayed on the floor like that forever, until—
“Ugh, gross!” Kaminari announced his presence with a loud groan of distaste. “You two should get a room.”
Both boys snapped their heads up to see who had interrupted them—Todoroki out of embarrassment and Bakugou out of anger.
Todoroki sat up on his elbows, looking horrified. “Wait—this isn’t—we weren’t—”
“MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS, DUNCEFACE,” Bakugou shouted, but it was clear he was more than a little flustered too. “YOU’RE JUST JEALOUS.”
“Yeah, okay, whatever dude,” the electric hero chuckled and put his hands up in a placating gesture. “Do whatever you want, but it’s almost curfew. If Iida or Aizawa caught you… doing whatever you were doing out here, you’d be in a world of hurt. I’m just saying.”
Bakugou looked down at his watch and cursed. He was right, just a few minutes left before the common areas were supposed to be clear. He looked back up to find that Kaminari had already left.
It was just the two of them again.
Bakugou looked back down at his boyfriend, who wore a sheepish, hopeful expression. And, well… How could he deny a face like that?
Leaning down once more, he pressed one last kiss into his boyfriend’s lips before scooping him up bridal-style.
“Don’t think you’ve gotten out of your punishment, by the way,” he said, feigning annoyance as he made his way to the elevator with Todoroki in his arms. “Kissing me outta nowhere like that…”
“Well… it worked, didn’t it?” Todoroki teased. “It was meant to distract you. And it did.”
“Oh, so it was only to distract me?” Bakugou growled playfully and dug a few fingers into Todoroki’s ribs, making him squeal. “That’s all that was?”
“Juhust admit it, I won this round.”
Bakugou chuckled lowly, making a shiver run up Todoroki’s spine. “You may have won this round, but the war has only begun.”
a/n: hi! this is my first oneshot on here so bear with me, feedback is always welcome, just message me or leave an ask. I’m open to requests as well. enjoy! also thank you @irndad for getting me back into writing and @softlybarnes for being a huge inspiration
summary: bucky and the reader are on their way back from a mission and aren’t going to make the whole trip in a day, so they pull over. Based loosely on Perfect by Ed Sheeran, some lyrics toward the end.
warnings: tooth rotting sweetness, fluff
words: 993
A cool breeze rushed through the open window, leaving chills on both their arms and fussing with (Y/N)’s hair. Time seemed to slow down as they passed through town after town, breezing by fields and mountains alike.
Their mission had gone well, relatively simple, easy takedown. Now it was time to head home, and sometimes that was the hardest part. Most of the team liked to rush it, take the quinjet and pass the time as quickly as possible, trying not to dwell on what they’ve done. Not (Y/N), no, it was the opposite for her. Getting caught in the swell of the tide, the bustle of the crowd was too much sometimes. Too much noise, too much distraction.
Bucky felt the same way, and maybe, just maybe, that’s why the two were such kindred spirits. When the noise in his head was too much to bear or the haste of life moved to fast for (Y/N), they took time. For themselves, for each other.
One of her hands sat on the opened window, the other entertwined with his, resting on the console. Just the pressure of her palm and fingers against his were enough to quiet his mind and ease his thoughts. He only hoped he could do half as much for her.
“We’re not gonna make it, are we?” She sighed, glancing at him.
Panic bubbled in his chest, a billion thoughts racing to his mind and shooting down through his fingertips.
She must’ve noticed the change, giving his had a light squeeze before adding, “I meant to New York.”
“Oh, yeah no.” Bucky exhaled in relief. Anything he had that was good could be matched evenly with anxiety over losing that same good thing. Most recently it had been her.
“I’m sorry for being so stubborn. I really thought we could make it.”
He chuckled, “Not a problem, doll. We get to spend more time together then, right?”
“Mhm.”
They drove without talking for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence. Radio played softly in the background as they moved slowly out of the town center.
“Buck. Can you pull over? I want to watch the sunset.”
He couldn’t resist the smile she put on his face. Little things that she appreciated, like the sunset and rise. Gestures she would pull for the team, making coffee in the morning. Even her mannerisms and the way she spoke when she was excited, how her words ran together and tripped over each other when they tried to get past her glowing smile. Everything about her was perfect to him.
Bucky rolled the car slowly into an empty parking lot and oriented the car to face west. They pulled to a stop and she got out carefully. Legs crossed, she sat on the cooling pavement and watched the sky go from gold to pink and purple, all the while with Bucky pressed into her side.
When the atmosphere finally turned a cobalt blue and became speckled with tiny glowing stars they became aware of the radio still playing in the background. He reached out a hand to help her stand.
Pulling her to her feet, he asked for something he’d been dying to do since they’ve been together.
“Dance with me, darling?”
Wordlessly, she walked over and turned the radio up and came back to hold his hands. Everything was right, she was there, with him. It didn’t matter that they were in the middle of nowhere, they were together.
Bodied pressed against one another, they moved softly to the music. Swaying and stepping in perfect time with the music, not to mention each other. She wrapped her arms around his middle and breathed in his scent, mixed with the summer air. No moment could’ve been better. He stroked her hair and managed to pull her even closer as they continued to move with the music.
Fighting against all odds
I know we'll be alright this time
Darling, just hold my hand
Be my girl, I'll be your man
I see my future in your eyes
They were a miracle. Well, (Y/N) would say just he was the miracle. Bucky would have to disagree. Though he was still alive a century after his birth- and still capable of all the tenderness and softness he had with (Y/N), even after years of torture- she was still the miracle to him. She was a wonderful being that crashed into his life and made it so, so much better. For the first time in over 70 years, he felt he had a future. And here she was, pressed into his chest, humming softly along to the song as they swayed together.
I don't deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight-
Now I know I have met an angel in person
Looking down at her, he took the opportunity to drink in all of her features, her doing the same, unbeknownst to him. She'd never seen someone so stunning. Those blue eyes held so much sadness and depth, but since they’d been together she started to see a sparkle. A sliver of light. A future. His, hers, theirs. Together.
She was the same in his eyes. Stunning, gorgeous inside and out. The way her face fit perfectly into his hands, and how her skin felt as he brushed down her neck and back to rest on her waist. The most beautiful thing about (Y/N) was her care. Even when they’d just met, she displayed such attentiveness and worry for him that only nearly matched Steve’s. Bucky had never known another person with such capability for empathy.
The amount of times he told her he wasn’t worth it, wasn’t deserving, were countless. But she’d shush him each time. Assure him that he was deserving of love, worth caring for and worrying about, telling him how he was perfect even when he’d never believe it himself. She would always be his everything, his future, and he would be hers.
I am sorry
I am not meant to be here, I know that
This is your territory
Your maze of painted dens
Paths walked upon till they are stone hard
The eyes of your pups staring with fear
You protect them from me
I am a monster
I am sorry
I am not meant to be here
My stomach is empty
Nothing but the pain of false food filling my belly
I am sorry
I must steal from what you discard
I am hungry
I am scared
You set upon me
I feared this was my end
But I know I deserve it
I am a wretched thief
Who has not earned the right to dine on your scraps
Still I am scared
I am sorry
I tried to bite you
You did not deserve that
I tried to split your flesh with my teeth
Yet you held me so gently as you carried me off
Your body is warm
You are soft
Is this divinity?
You must be divine
I do not know where we are going
I am scared
But you make it easier
If I am to die for my crimes
I am thankful to at least have seen you before my execution
You and your pack held me down
I am scared
I am sorry
I tried to bite you
The air was soft
My muscles weak
My fight gone
Is this how I die?
Your fingers are soft upon my teeth
Your hands tender against my fur
You take my life blood
I thank you
It is all I have left to give you
The only currency I can offer for my crimes
What else can a monster offer the divine?
I love you
I am scared
I am sorry
You hold me so gently
The air is no longer so soft
We are divided
You offer me food
You offer me water
I do not deserve this
A criminal does not deserve this
But I eat
But I drink
I am sorry
I am once again a thief
Your voice is sweet
I do not understand you
I do understand
Yet I don’t
You must be an angel
Looking upon you with my monster eyes
Is like staring into the sun
I wish my pups could have seen you
But they are silent in our den
Stomachs empty
I am sorry
I am a monster
I do not belong here
Not with the divine
I am sorry
I am sorry
I am sorry
I am sorry
I am sorry
I am-
…
You voice is sweet
I do not know how to meet sweetness like this
You must be divine
I do not know divinity
I am a monster
But you make me wish to
I wish to know you
I wish to know your kindness
I wish to know how to not be a thief
I wish to know how not to be sorry
I wish to belong here
I love you
I feel like I could go on for a long time about this. But that would ruin it. I don't typically write poetry and I don't think this even counts. But I just wanted to write something to express a very specific feeling. A sorrowful monster feeling I get sometimes, like a creature that knows it is wrong and is sorry to all those who see it. So I tried to give that feeling a face. Or more specifically, a muzzle.
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Lowkey feel like we are missing out on an opportunity of Alyanette with Lady Wifi. Or even just interactions between Lady Wifi and Marinette. Like we all love an akuma still having a soft spot for a friend/loved one. And there's certainly a dynamic possible between the two. Also just hijinx with Lady Wifi using her powers with Mari. Either for fluff, angst, silliness, or... whatever you'd have her use it for.
