Street Rat

Bucky Barnes x mutant!Reader

Warnings: Angst, money struggles, family issues, fluff

A/N: So, I was so inspired by this request that I actually wrote 2.5K words for it. So it’s a long one! I almost posted it in two parts but I figured this was easier. Hope you like it! 

PS: As much as I like to make people’s days special, it seems like almost every request I get these days is someone telling me it’s their birthday so I won’t be rushing those stories anymore like I used to. From now on if you tell me it’s your birthday, your request is just going to have to wait with everyone else’s unless you’re off anon and I can verify it’s actually your birthday.

You tiptoed through the halls of the run down apartment complex in south Bucharest, trying to stay as quiet as possible. You made your way from apartment to apartment, picking the locks and scouring the rooms for things you could either use or pawn. You finally made it to the last room and decided to rummage through the fridge for something to eat when you suddenly felt a presence behind you. You shot up, and turned around to see a large brown haired man standing in the doorway. He was rather intimidating as the two of you stared at each other in shock. Closing the fridge door, you glanced quickly to the window trying to plot an escape.

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halesstiles  asked:

Sterek + 14

14. “How was I supposed to know there was someone in the trunk? I was just stealing the car not trying to kidnap you!”

Accidental Interagency Cooperation
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Stiles genuinely loved going undercover, it was fun to infiltrate different groups and gangs and he was good at it.  He was so damn good at it, maybe too good at it. 

He had been undercover for three months now, this time infiltrating a ring of human traffickers in New York. This time it was deep cover, something he had only done a few times before, but the FBI had given him all the training he needed to take on this mission. 

The whole undercover thing was going pretty well, all things considered, he had gotten pretty much every bit of evidence that he needed when his cover was compromised and he was forced to bolt. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Stiles muttered to himself as he bobbed and weaved through the streets of Manhattan with one of the smuggler’s low level henchmen ran after him. 

“I need a car,” Stiles said to himself, looking at the cars that were slowly moving along the street. He spotted a silver sedan at a red light and he dodged into traffic before he knocked on the driver’s side window, “FBI I’m commandeering this car.”

The driver looked panicked but opened the door and Stiles slid into the driver’s seat, not caring that what he had just done was probably not entirely legal, he needed to get to the Bureau now that his cover was blown. He just hoped that Finstock had gotten his message and had sent the team in before the crew scattered.

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anonymous asked:

Firefighters AU. Imagine person A is <b>really</b> bad in the kitchen and keeps burning things and person B is the firefighter who keeps showing up and save the day.

“Aw, spaghetti, no,” Clint protested. He’d only gone to check his email for like five minutes, a huge stockpot of water shouldn’t boil away in that amount of time, but based on the blatting sounds coming from his ceiling and the roiling smoke clogging up the hall, that’s exactly what had happened. Either that, or he’d left a loaf of bread on the stove again and turned on the wrong burner. He’d done that, too. 

It couldn’t be microwave popcorn, this time, because he hadn’t put popcorn in. He was pretty sure, at least. Exhaustion had a way of having him running on autopilot. He knew he was tired, he had three part time jobs, all of which worked him a precise 32 hours per week because that was the most amount of hours he could have without qualifying for any sort of company health insurance. Not that he needed the insurance, but he would have liked some fucking overtime pay for the amount of hours he put in. 

It wasn’t the first time it had happened. It probably wasn’t going to be the last time, but it might well be the last time here. The fire department had been very clear, last time; one more house fire in this building and Clint was going to get fined. 

A fine was going to mean he couldn’t pay rent; which meant he was going to lose his nice comfortable loft apartment, and– 

God, the smoke was thick

What Clint needed was a fire alarm that would shut itself off when he yelled, “hey, I’m cooking here!” at it. 

His head was spinning lazily. The walls weren’t quite. Right. 

And the air was really, really hot. 

This wasn’t a cooking fire, Clint realized, suddenly, a few wisps of burned crumbs. Or even a more substantial cooking accident, like melting the stockpot onto the stove trying to make turkey broth. This was… an actual fire? 

Clint went to his knees in the hall. 

If it was an actual fire, even if it was something in the kitchen, and he’d left it on, at least the fire department wouldn’t be able to fine him. That was a good thought. His eyes were blurry, tears streaked his cheeks. Lucky was under his hands, whining. The dog bit hold of Clint’s tee shirt and tried to drag him down the hall. 

What the hell? 

The shirt ripped and Lucky barked frantically before erupting into some terribly painful sounding dog-coughs. 

Come to think of it, Clint was coughing, too. 

The floor was nice. Cooler. He laid down. 

(there’s a readmore line here; I always post to A03 within an hour of this post going live, so you can find it there along with my other fic)

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The 4 Times Gladion Helped You Out

Title: The 4 times Gladion helped you out (and the 1 time he helped himself)

Note: So here’s another thing that got out of hand. It’s that How To Be Single AU but I fixed the ending!!

Pairing: Gladion x Reader or Gladion x Moon (surprise surprise) if you prefer. Hau x Lillie.


You’ve always known what kind of guy you wanted in life.

It didn’t hit you until you started looking for him that there were rules and barriers and codes of conduct for that sort of thing. You always thought it would be simple as meeting a guy in the everyday and getting to know each other, like your best friends Lillie and Hau, happily married for almost a year. In fact, they’re so happy that sometimes you just want to get away from them. Which, brings you to…

“You done staring at my bar?”

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Cover You In Oil, pt3

Word Count: 6113
Tags: @outside-the-government, @yourtropegirl @to-pick-ourselves-up-7, @ghostssss, @rampant-salamander

Central Park had a totally different feel than the boardwalk at home, Sally reflected as she wove and dodged through foot traffic on her morning run. There were more people, the air was cooler, and the feel of her feet on the paved path was so very different than the wooden boardwalk that stretched across the beachfront in front of her home. The sweat felt the same though.

Sally had awakened tense and irritable. She’d tossed and turned all night long, barely sleeping. She knew she’d been kept awake by the reality of her soulmate being just a few floors away, knowing she existed. She had felt the inexplicable pull to him since he’d first uttered his words to her, two days ago. The draw to be near him was like a weight on her chest. While trying to swim. Every time she denied the urge to go to him, she felt as though she might sink under the waves and drown.

“Drama much, Manners? Jesus,” she stopped to take a few wheezing breaths and shook her head, embarrassed by the exaggerated metaphors whirling around in her head. She wondered if Stark – Tony, she corrected herself – was feeling the same way. She took a deep breath and started running again, pushing herself until her brain let go of the miasma of worry about Tony Stark, and just thought about making it to the end of the run.

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Lipstick Stains

Was originally called Kat Von D Lipstick Stains, but the name was too long in my opinion so. I shortened it. But. It’s Kat Von D. Like dick. Which you will be getting. In this fic. I can make a rhyme anytime. Busta move.

Warning: this is purely smut that was inspired by my new Kat Von D lip kit that I am obsessed with. So. Dicks and lipstick and smut, oh my. (Also, heads up, the liquid lipstick that Kat Von D sells doesn’t come off like it is fabulous so it doesn’t really like? Leave marks? But this is fiction? And her name has D in it????) Slight daddy kink??? Like it’s used once or twice more jokingly than anything. Still super sexual. But yeah. Not in the act. I just wanted to write smut. So.

I mean. It’s kinda fluffy. I’m not too sure how good I am at writing Ro? But I tried. Ya know. 

@luceromma4403 requested this from my list of idea stuff. And the lovely @fuckyeahbulletclub helped me out with ideas SO THANK YOU, GO CHECK OUT HER STUFF, IT KICKS ASS. 

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Eye of the Beholder: Chapter One

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Pairings: Adrien Agreste/Alya Cesaire/Marinette Dupain Cheng

Chapter Summary: First part of the Winging It AU in which Alya becomes fabulous and nearly destroys her bedroom

It was a brisk summer evening when Alya first kissed her best friend full on the mouth.

At the time, Alya didn’t know it was Marinette’s cherry lip gloss that lingered on her lips after each kiss; didn’t know that Marinette’s gloved fingers threaded through hers. She didn’t know anything beyond the fact that the only sound she could hear against the dim din of the city was the sound of Ladybug’s shallow breathing. They were each so afraid to break contact; afraid that the tentative trio they spent the last six months building might fall apart. Alya was partly afraid that the rage from the Ladynoir fans would create a legion of akuma that would swallow Paris whole but not afraid enough to pull back. The warm light of the setting sun and the warm pressure against her lips were indistinguishable and she didn’t want to go without either just yet. If she had known it was Marinette she might not have stopped. If she had known that this would only be the first of many kisses, she might not have been so reluctant to pull away.

And if she had known that in two months’ time she would find herself kissing the stunned, heartbroken, wide eyed Adrien Agreste lingering on the edge of the rooftop a few yards away she might not have felt her stomach drop as her eyes opened to see him standing there.

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After All This Time - Barry Allen x Reader

Originally posted by telefilmaddictedforever

Requested by Anon - Barry Allen meets a meta human trying to save someone and she recognizes him because they were best friends growing up until she moved away after telling him her feelings.  

You had been walking down the street when a building across the street exploded, throwing you to the ground. Your ears rang when you sat up to see the blazing building. Shaking your head, you stood up as the ringing stopped to allow you to hear the screams of the people trapped in the building.

Pausing for a moment, you thought about what to do. What you should do is call the fire department, but they won’t get here fast enough to save those people. You take a deep breath before charging into the building, creating a shield around you to protect yourself from the flames.

Where you got these powers you weren’t sure, they just appeared one day when you dropped your phone. You tried to catch it only to have a shield appear around it, protecting it from the impact. Of course, you thought it was a fluke at first, but when you began to create shields around multiple things including yourself, you realized it was here to stay. You didn’t tell anyone about your powers due to the recent panic about meta humans. This was the first time you used your powers in public.

Falling debris bounced off your shield as you searched for the survivors of the blast. You were thankful that your shield came with it’s own oxygen supply when the air outside became thick with black smoke. Stepping into another room, you saw three children huddled in the corner. You approached them, wrapping them in your shield. One of the children screamed in terror at the sparkling bubble surrounded them, but you hushed them.

“It’s going to be alright,” you soothe, gently holding out your hand. The children shared a look with one another before running up to surround you. You guided them out of the building, glad your shield was holding up as a heavy support beam bounced off of it. Once the children were outside, you dropped your shield to see the first fire truck arrive. 

One of the children turned back to you, panicked, “I think our dad is still in there.” 

You hush them, pushing them to go to the other side of the street. “Don’t worry, I’ll get him. You stay out here,” you order them before reactivating your shield to head back into the building.

“Wait,” one of the fire fighters called, running towards you. “It’s not safe.” You ignored him, entering the building once more. 

“Hey Barry, we have talk of a meta human at the burning building on 25th street east,” Cisco reported through Barry’s earpiece as Barry sped around the city. 

“I’m there,” Barry answered, making a u-turn before dodging traffic to arrive at the burning building three seconds later. He skidded to a stop, taking in the sight of the fire fighters working on putting out the blazing building. Barry was about to speed off to help put out the fire when a child tugged on his suit.

“Mr. Flash, the bubble lady hasn’t come out with my dad yet,” the child whimpered. Barry’s eyes widened as knelt down to the kid’s level.

Placing his hands on the child’s shoulder, he asked gently, “What bubble lady?”

“The lady that has the bubble around her, she saved us from the building,” the child explained, tiling his head towards the two other children, cowering on the sidewalk. “I told her our dad was still in there, and she said she’ll get him, but they’re aren’t out yet.” The child’s eyes filled with tears. “Can you help them?”

Barry stared into the terrified eyes of the child, knowing what he had to do. “Of course,” Barry reassured, smiling after seeing the hope in the child’s face. He stood and softly pushed the child towards the other children. “Stay here now,” he instructed before speeding into the blazing building.

Zooming through the rooms on the first floor, Barry found nothing. When he attempted to go up the stairs, they broke from his weight, but he was able to reach the top before they crumbled. “Can’t get out that way,” he muttered to himself as he ran to check the upstairs for the bubble lady and the father. Just when he was about to enter one of the rooms, Barry crashed into something, knocking him to the floor.

You had found the father trapped under a heavy piece of the roof on the second floor. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to lift it, you tried to slide your shield under the piece of debris to push it off of him while trying to keep the man calm. Once you got the piece off of him, you wrapped him up in your shield before helping him stand. You two were about to leave when something crashed into your shield.

“Ahhh,” you screamed as you felt the impact through your head. You almost collapsed from the pain, but the man you saved caught you. Taking a deep breath, the pain receded as you stood on your own. 

A soft ouch could be heard from outside of the room. Both of you exited the room, keeping the shield around you both as more debris fell from the ceiling. Suddenly before you could find what hit you, a man in a red suit appeared outside your shield, tapping it with his finger. 

“Don’t touch my shield,” you growled, annoyed with him by the pain he caused you. 

“Sorry,” the man smiled charmingly before becoming serious. “We need to get out of here.” Another big piece of the roof began to fall towards the man, but you wrapped him in your shield before it could hit him. He watched wide-eyed as the piece bounced off your shield. “Cool,” he commented while you glared at him.

“We can use the stairs, come on,” you respond as you began to walk towards the stairs with the father trailing behind you. 

“Oh, wait about that,” the red suited man began, sheepishly. He reminded you of someone, but you couldn’t place his face. “The stairs broke.”

You glared at him annoyed before spinning around towards the window. “Then, we have to jump,” you ordered, popping out the window and part of the wall around it with your shield. 

“What,” both men exclaim as you pushed both of them towards the hole you made. The father continued, “But it’s too far of a fall.”

You smile to reassure him, confident in your abilities. “Don’t worry, the shield will protect us.” The flames began to surround you while the father nodded at your words. However, the other man was not so easily convinced. 

 “I happen to know the laws of physics, and it’s not possible,” the red suited man argued stepping away from the hole. The way he spoke reminded you of one of your childhood friends and crushes, but it couldn’t be him, could it?

“Just shut up and go,” you state, grabbing his arm as all three of you jumped out of the building. The red suited man screamed before he noticed how all three of you were safely floating down within the your shield. Once you were on the ground, you dropped the shield, allowing the father to run to his children. 

“How,” the red suited man stared at you in disbelief. “How can you do that?” He stood in front of you, gazing into your eyes as if he could figure you out. It was then did you recognize him.

“Barry,” you say, watching him flinch from surprise. “Barry Allen, is that you?” He was speechless, not knowing what to say. Barry studied you for a long moment before turning around to see a growing crowd of people gathering around. 

“We can’t talk here,” he said before picking you up in a blink of an eye and running off with you in his arms. Everything was a blur around you, and you felt a bit sick. After about thirty seconds, he set you down on your feet. Glancing around, you found he had taken you to the middle of nowhere.

“What the heck,” you say, still trying to comprehend what just happened. “Where are we?”

“Out of the city, we can talk here,” Barry explained, pulling off his mask. You take a moment to drink in the face you thought you never see again. His eyes narrowed as he took a step towards you. “How do you know who I am?”

You roll your eyes, laughing at the befuddled look on his face. “You haven’t changed that much, Care Bear,” you answer, calling him by the nickname you had given him when you were little. His eyes widened as the realization hit him.

“(Y/N),” he questions, a smile breaking across his face. “Is that really you?”

“Who did you think I was,” you shot back, a little hurt he didn’t recognize you. You understood it had been about eight years, but you thought you meant more to him. 

“Wow, I didn’t even recognize you,” Barry rejoiced, wrapping you in a tight hug. When he pulled back to look at you. “You are even more beautiful than the last time I saw you.”

“Thanks,” you responded with a fluttering in your chest. The last time you saw him was when you told him you loved him the night before you left. You wondered if he even remembered.

Barry pulled you into another hug. “And you’re a meta human.”

“Yeah,” you say, wondering what were the chances they would both become meta humans. 

He pulled back again to look into your eyes. “You remember the last time we saw each other?”

“Yes, I do,” you answer, becoming lost in his eyes.

“There was something I regret not doing that night and I want to make up for it,” Barry explained, lowering his head to be centimeters from yours.

“What’s that,” you ask as you felt Barry’s arms encircle your waist. 

“This,” he says before his lips met yours. You were surprised at first, but soon relaxed into it. A tingling feeling blossomed in the pit of your stomach. He broke the kiss, only to move to your ear to whisper, “I love you too.”

You smile, capturing his face in between your hands to bring him into another kiss as passionate as the last. 

mutantgurls  asked:

Amanda, why do you hate beasts. Whay did they ever do to you?

“Yeah, hard to believe, but she wasn’t always this full of hate. Or maybe I wasn’t always this accepting. We used to go hunting for Beasts with Eric when we were kids. But not in the woods. Just in really dark and creepy alleys. After all the time we spent crawling around in sticky dumpsters, plunging off rooftops, dodging traffic while running from the cops, fishing each other out of the sewers, and wandering around in the snow and hail, I can’t imagine why the thought of Beasts would make her feel… Oh, wait.”

Fare is Fair

Pairing: Piotr Veselov x reader

Word Count: 5706

Summary: “Nyet, I do not believe that. A beautiful girl like you, and she is not on a date on a Friday night?” 

A/N: This is cheesier than a fucking pay to watch porno in a cheap motel, and I am going to hell.

It’s nearly midnight when you finally leave the library.

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Jealousy (Jungkook Imagine)

I’ve changed it up a little bit and added a little jealous Jungkook. Hope you enjoy it! ^_^

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Ever since your best friend, Taehyung, introduced you to the rest of the group most of your weekends were spend in the guys’ dorm, playing video games with Jimin and Taehyung, and learning a few cooking tips from Jin. You were getting along with everyone. Everyone, except Jeon Jungkook, the golden boy and all that. You always thought he was cute before meeting him and you even told Taehyung that you might have a little crush on him. His eyes are so big and full of life and his smile always made you feel giddy. That was until you actually met the cocky maknae. He didn’t even bother to look you in the eyes when Taehyung introduced you and you found that very rude, given the fact that he’s always so shy and cute, and nice when he meets new people but with you, he just seemed uninterested by your persona and most of the time he would start making salty comments just to annoy you.

You just arrived at the front door of their apartment, knocking three consecutive times and waited for the door to open. A couple of minutes passed and still no one answered. They were supposed to be home since Taehyung texted you to come over. You tried again in the hopes that maybe it was too loud in there and they couldn’t have heard the knocking, but surely the door cracked opened to reveal the maknae, looking at you questioningly.

“Aren’t you gonna open the door?” You asked, shifting your weight on the other leg as you waited for him to do just that. With a deep sigh, like it was the hardest thing to do, he opened the door to reveal the empty apartment.

“Where is everyone?” You asked as you stepped inside, looking around the silent room.

“How would i know that?” Jungkook walked ahead and plopped onto the couch, turning the tv on.

“Well, you are the one living with them. Taehyung said he was home, though.” You mumbled the last part, pouting as you sat down next to the maknae.

“Jin hyung said something about a new restaurant. I don’t know and i don’t really care.” He said carelessly as he propped his feet onto the coffee table, switching through the channels.

“You know, we could do something until they come back.” You proposed to unwind the awkward atmosphere around you. 

“Like what?” He turned to face you, waiting for your response.

“I don’t know, play a video game or something?” You proposed, grinning nervously. You knew how competitive he was and how he would never pass up the opportunity to kick someone’s ass and win the game.

“Sure. I could take some of my time to beat you.” He shrugged as he stood up to get the controllers and switched the tv to AV mode where the big letters of the PS4 appeared on the screen, waiting to load the games. “Would you rather lose in a fighting game or racing?” He asked smirking.

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“First of all, you won’t beat me, Jungkookie. I am the best when it comes to video games, you can ask Tae and Jimin-” You said, adding the nickname to tease him but you couldn’t even finish your sentence because he interrupted you.

“That doesn’t mean anything. They just naturally suck at it, so your argument is invalid.” He laughed smugly as you rolled your eyes and continued.

“And secondly, I’ll take racing.” You pointed at the screen and waited for him to press the button to open Need For Speed.You were confident when it came to racing since you loved cars and the idea of speeding past the limits. 

Jungkook pressed start and on the screen appeared a girl that explained to you the underground world and the types of cars available for you to choose. As always, your favorite car was Mitsubishi Lancer X and as soon as the car appeared on the list you chose it without a second thought.

But for Jungkook took a longer time to decide which one he’ll get like he was buying them for his personal garage, not in a virtual game. He took his time comparing the top speed and the handling to make sure he chose the best one but it only annoyed you more since it’s been 15 minutes and he was still contemplating between a Mazda and an Audi TT.

“Would you just-” You caught yourself off before you snapped at him but he was too focused that he didn’t even hear you and instead he finally chose the TT. “Thank God, this game has only 20 cars.” You rolled your eyes as the countdown began.

“Ramble all you want but i’ll win this race for sure.” He smirked, leaning forwards to rest his elbows on his knees, taking his position for the race.

“I can’t wait to tell Tae how i beat your sorry ass.” You laughed evilly as he gave a questioning look. Okay, so maybe you were as competitive as him as your mouth would speak without a filter, so what? He just took a half an hour to choose a damn car.

“I’m sure your little boyfy would comfort you when he gets home to see you crying.” He grumbled, almost inaudible over the sound of burning tires but you heard him right.

Jungkook was thinking you and Taehyung were actually an item when you definitely weren’t. Is that bothering him? Is that why he acts the way he acts around you?

“What did you say?” You cleared your voice almost choking when you heard him.

“Nothing.” He mumbled. You let it go for a while in the favor of winning the game.

You were both concentrating on outracing each other, dodging the traffic that was in the way and trying to virtually feel the car by pressing gently on the buttons to not brake too suddenly or drift into a fence or something and crash in the middle of the race. It was bumper to bumper and you were close to the finish line as you could see the green smoke emanating from the sides of the road and you pressed harder on the throttle button as if it would make the car move faster and you did it, outraced him. So you thought. But Jungkook slowed down deliberately to bump into your car’s rear, making you loose control of the car and crash into another vehicle as he sped to the finish line and eventually winning the race.

“Ha-ha! Told ya i’ll beat you.” He got up to do a victory dance.

“Yah! That’s not fair. You cheated!” You frowned, throwing a pillow at him and he dodged it skillfully as he stuck his tongue out, doing his signature dance. You had to admit it was cute but you couldn’t have those thoughts now. You are supposed to be mad at him for cheating.

“Well, there are no rules, darling. It’s the underground world where everything is permitted.” He teased you as you sulked, pouting while looking down at your controller.

“Aw, don’t cry, [Y/N], i’m sure Taetae is going to make you feel better when he comes back home.” He cooed before he placed his controller on the coffee table and made his way to the kitchen.

“Okay, what the hell do you keep implying?” You stood up from the couch to follow him.

“What do you mean? I just said your boyfriend is going to kiss your pout away.” He said innocently, taking a bottle of water from the fridge as you stared at him shocked.

“What boyfriend are you talking about? Taehyung is not my boyfriend, idiot.” You laughed at his crazy statement. Taehyung is cute and sweet but you didn’t see him that way since your crush was and will always be Jungkook. And seeing him get jealous of his hyung was such an adorable sight.

“But you are always with him.” He took a sip of his water before placing the bottle on the counter to look at you.

“Yeah, because we are friends and you are always ignoring me. Why are you ignoring me, by the way?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest and waiting for his explanation as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt, a light blush appearing on his cheeks. Cute.

“I wasn’t ignoring you.” He mumbled. “I just didn’t like it when hyung got to be so close to you because you seem fun and i thought that you guys were a thing and i didn’t wanna be the third wheel.” He tried to look into your eyes but he was too shy to do it, so he settled for your lips instead.

“Just so you know, Taehyung is not my bias in your group.” You said shyly as you looked away from him.

“What?” He asked, confused. “Then who is it? Hobi hyung?” He asked a little disappointed.

“No, idiot. You.” You said as his face lightened up with a shy smiled as he came towards you and gave a hug. “I can’t believe you assumed i was Taehyung’s girlfriend.” You slapped his chest playfully as he groaned embarrassed.

“Don’t tell Taehyung about this.” He pleaded into your ear as you laughed at him. “So, does this mean you’ll go out with me?” He pulled back to look at your face as you brought a finger to your chin contemplating your answer.

“Hmm, i don’t know.” You saw his face froze in disbelief as you continued to tease him further.

“[Y/N]!” He whined as you started laughing, nodding your head.

As you were hugging in the kitchen the front door opened, Taehyung’s deep and loud voice reverberating throughout the entire apartment, startling you and Jungkook.

“Ah, i see you finally came to face your feelings my dongsaengs.” He said proudly. “I hope you’ll stop bugging me with how cute and adorable Jungkookie is, [Y/N].” He wiggled his brows as your face started to burn up in embarrassment and you could feel Jungkook giggling before Taehyung continued, “And you, Jungkook, will stop subtly hinting your jealousy. Have fun, kids.” He said as he waddled into his room, leaving the two of you a blushing mess. That was until Jungkook decided to speak again.

“So you think i’m cute and adorable?” He wiggled a brow as he pulled away from the hug and you covered your face.

“Well, you were jealous of Taehyung.” You fired back, stomping your foot.

“Yeah, because you are cute and i like you.” He smiled sweetly, making your cheeks burn. “And now i know you like me too.”

“Shut up.” You whined in a pouty voice as Jungkook pulled you into a hug where you hid your face.

“Make me.” He said suggestively.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. No one is making no one do nothing. Not in the kitchen.” Jin entered the room with a couple of bags full of groceries as Jungkook took your hand and guided you to his room, ignoring his annoying hyungs that started cooing behind you. You had a lot to talk about, including the details for your first date.

as if we were in love~

Adrien Posters

Marinette was not home when he came to visit. Of course, he didn’t realize this at first. The window had been left open, as she had started to do after several complaints from her neighbors about her cat (so she claimed; he liked to believe she was growing fond of his visits), so Chat had snuck inside and shut the window, as usual. Once he was inside, though, he noticed the lights were off and Marinette was nowhere to be found. She wasn’t laying on the couch pretending to sleep or watch TV just to ignore him for a little longer, she wasn’t in the kitchen cooking up something delicious that he would beg her to share just a morsel with him, she wasn’t in her bedroom asleep or at her desk working on her newest design.

It was Friday night, their night together, but she wasn’t home. Had she forgotten? Or worse… not cared? Maybe she had a date tonight. The thought made the hair on the back of his neck stand up and his jaw clench. Okay, so maybe Marinette wasn’t really “his” yet… but the last thing he wanted was some nice, well-dressed rich man showing up and stealing Chat’s princess. Oh sure, that Mari-stealer would know his manners, and smile real charmingly, and maybe even kiss her hand as he said goodnight – and how dare he, that was Chat’s thing, not his – and she’d giggle that sweet laugh of hers and fall for it, fall for him, because who on earth would choose a poor, stealing alley cat over a rich guy with a steady job?

Marinette deserved better than both of them, but at the very least she deserved more than Chat could ever offer her in his lifetime.

Still. He wasn’t very good at sharing.

He would interrogate Marinette next week. For now, he would go home and lick his emotional wounds – ignored, unwanted, not even warned she would be gone and probably left for some stuck-up snob in a suit – and work up the courage to support her had she actually started to date someone. It wouldn’t be easy.

Chat had never meant for it to be serious. The pet name “princess” had simply come to him off the top of his head and he used it because it fit; Marinette was a princess, kind and honest and beautiful. He wasn’t sure when the possessive “my” started to appear before the pet name, but he liked the sound of it, the reassurance that whatever it was they had together, it was theirs, and for the night, they were each other’s.

He promised Plagg he wouldn’t be squished, but he soon discovered that it was far too late for warnings. He was falling fast and falling hard for this girl with sky blue eyes that he could soar through for ages, with a wide, brilliant smile that lit up her room, no, the whole of Paris, at least in his eyes. He came more often just so he could be with her, even if they were simply sleeping or watching TV. He wanted to learn everything about Marinette, from her favorite fabric to work with, to how many puns she would endure before wrinkling her nose (or, if he was lucky, shooting one or two back). He wanted to hold her hand as they walked through the park, carry her across rooftops and show her the brilliant Paris night sky, and maybe even, if miracles truly happened, kiss her cheek as he bid her goodnight. He would daydream of Marinette during the day and long for her during his work, so much so that Plagg had started to complain (as if he had never been in love before and didn’t see the point). His lips would start to linger on her hand a bit longer than necessary, and his cuddling would bring him as close as she would allow. If Marinette had noticed his sudden desire to be near her, she didn’t bring it up.

The fact was he was completely and utterly under her thumb by now, and if she was out with someone else, he knew his heart would shatter. So maybe it was best if he didn’t know where she was right now.

He wouldn’t ask. Marinette had her own life. If she didn’t like him like that, he would… well, he wouldn’t be okay, but at least he would live and do his best to support her – and commit murder should the snob decide to break her heart.

Chat was just about to leave, when out of the corner of his eye he saw his name. Curiosity got the best of him, and he stepped over to Marinette’s desk. A mug half-filled with what smelled like coffee and a phone blaring the last number called in bright red letters sat on the desk next to a wanted poster. Chat lifted the poster and looked over it.

Wanted by Paris Police Department for repeated acts of robbery and attack of an officer of the law. Goes by the alias Chat Noir. The details of this thief are largely unknown. From all previous reports we believe the thief to be male and wearing a cat-eared hoodie and black mask. If seen, report in immediately to the following number…

Chat held the poster limply in his hands, staring at it in disbelief. A lump formed in his throat as his eyes flickered to the phone laying on the desk and the phone number it displayed, desperately praying to every deity he knew that it wasn’t true, there was no way she had done this because at the very least, they were friends and friends didn’t…

It matched the number on the wanted poster.

Marinette had called the police.

Marinette was absolutely exhausted as she walked to her apartment, hoping for nothing less than to flop face-first into her mattress and sleep the rest of the week away. Her shift today had been long and exerting, one chase down the streets after the other. She couldn’t understand why every criminal was so set on running. It would be so much easier if they just gave up; no one would be tired, no one would have to dodge traffic, and no one would get tased. See? Easy. Why couldn’t they understand that?

With a sigh, Marinette leaned against the elevator wall, waiting to reach her floor. Today was Friday, right? Chat Noir would come to visit. Maybe she could convince him to give her a massage… or maybe start a bubble bath for her to soak in for the next month or so… heck, she’d be happy if he’d give her a break from those ridiculous puns. Yes, that seemed like a plan. No puns tonight since she was exhausted. He would understand.

It took a moment for her weary mind to process the thought process. It was Friday afternoon. Chat always visited on Friday night, so she had left her window open. She had been going over Chat’s files, looking at the wanted poster (and laughing because they knew so little before guilt replaced her mirth since she was the reason they knew so little), when the station had called. Myléne was out sick, could Marinette please come in and take her shift? She was supposed to be done before Chat usually came home, so she agreed and went out. The shift took longer than it was supposed to. Too many calls, not enough officers available, and who better to do the job than Ladybug herself? By the time she was finally headed home, it was almost ten. Chat always came around nine.

Her eyes widened and she stood up straight, exhaustion suddenly disappearing. She had left the window open. Chat was in her house, alone, and she had left the wanted poster out on her desk.

Oh no.

The elevator doors opened with a ding, and Marinette raced down the hallway to reach her room. She fumbled with her keys and swung the door open, letting it slam closed as she sped inside. The living room window was closed and locked, as Chat always left it when he came in. A few blankets and pillows had been tossed aside on the couch – no doubt he had been looking for her – and her bedroom door was pushed open. Marinette stumbled inside, hoping that maybe he hadn’t seen it, hadn’t noticed, had gone home some other way or was playfully sleeping in her bed.

Chat stood by her desk, staring at the poster he held in one hand and the phone he held in the other. His emerald eyes met hers accusatorily, as if waiting for her to make her excuse (or begging her to prove his suspicions wrong). Marinette stared back, mouth dry.

Finally he spoke, his words dripping with spite, a tone she had never heard him use before. “I thought we were friends.”

Tears pricked at her eyes. “C-Chat, it’s… it’s not what you think..”

“Are you sure? Because I think you reported me in. I think you gave me away. Are they on their way now, princess?” He looked over her shoulder, as if searching for a group of officers behind her. “Huh? How long until they get here? Were you told to stall?” Marinette couldn’t answer, silent tears dripping down her cheeks as she weakly shook her head. Chat scowled and shut the door behind her before pinning her against it. His hot breath brushed her face as he glared down at her. “Answer me, Marinette!”

She desperately tried to come up with something, anything to tell him that wouldn’t betray her identity. He didn’t know she was an officer. He didn’t know she was working a shift tonight. He had no idea she was Ladybug, and that’s why the wanted poster was on her desk. What excuse could she give to satisfy him? What could she say to make him trust her again?

“I… I went in… interview,” Marinette manages, wiping desperately at her tears. “R-Reports of stranger… coming in window… neighbors were worried…” She was lying to him again, but it was better than the alternative (at least, she kept telling herself that). What else was she supposed to do?

Chat’s eyes widened as he stumbled back. “You… didn’t call the police?” She shook her head, watching as guilt filled his expression. “Oh, I… Marinette, I’m so… and I thought you…”

He watched, distraught, as Marinette slid down the door and sobbed into her hands. Not only had she upset him, scared him into thinking she had faked their entire friendship to turn him in, but now she was lying to him just to keep her identity a secret. Was it really worth it to lie to him?

It was. It had to be. If this was how he reacted to the idea of her calling the police, there was no doubt in her mind that he would absolutely despise her if he ever found out she was Ladybug. Chat would think she was just trying to get close so she could take him in. He would never trust her again, never want to see her again.

She never wanted that to happen, but she hated having to lie to him.

Marinette felt Chat move beside her, but refused to move her hands from her face. He didn’t deserve such an awful, deceiving friend who was practically working behind his back to put him behind bars. Times like these, she wished she never decided to be an officer. It would have made life so much easier.

Chat lightly held her wrists and carefully, as if fearing she would fall apart if he applied too much force, drew them from her face. Marinette stared up at Chat with wide, guilty eyes, the same guilt that was reflected in his own green eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Marinette,” he murmured, his thumbs stroking soothing circles against her wrists. “I should have known… I never should have accused you of reporting me in.” Marinette attempted to argue, to insist that he was right, she was the enemy and he should yell and scream and leave, but ended up only hiccupping. Before she could blink Chat drew her into his arms, holding her close as he rubbed her back, letting her sob into his shoulder. She was vaguely aware of him whispering into her ear, but the words blurred together to a low, lulling hum. He rocked her a little, swaying Marinette in his arms until her breathing calmed.

The rest was a blur, her exhaustion from the long day and the sudden swell of emotion getting the best of her. She remembered bits and pieces, the feeling of Chat’s hoodie pressed to her cheek replaced by a cotton pillowcase, the smell of Chat’s scent disappearing and missed, the brush of lips against her cheek with a murmured apology. She tried to apologize as well, but he had ignored it with a shake of his head. On his way out, she had a moment of clarity, a moment prompting her to say something incredibly important. Lifting her head from the pillow, she had called for him, and Chat stopped, waiting.

“Please… come back…” Marinette begged.

He had looked surprised, and had he been closer, she surely would have seen tears in his eyes. True to his image, though, Chat grinned, shot her a wink, and promised, “I will, princess. Your knight will always return.”

Marinette awoke the next morning alone in her bedroom, with a single crimson rose laying on her nightstand.

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Seacombe, Wallasey. I was dodging traffic shooting this once wonderful shopfront. Completely unspoiled by anything uPVC or silicone sealant! Degrading beautifully and completely derelict, or so I thought!

As I finished a guy came out the door… Someone over the road had phoned him to tip him off about the strange character shooting at his shop. I explained to him I was recording his beautiful building and asked him what he did, he was a bit shady but mentioned something about TVs and insurance, I offered to send him the shot, but he didn’t have email!

  • Hiro: *stubs toe*
  • Hiro: FRICK!-wait, oh no...
  • Tadashi: *stops everything he's doing*
  • Tadashi: *dodges through traffic*
  • Tadashi: *busts through the cafe*
  • Tadashi: *ninja flips up the stairs*
  • Tadashi: LANGUAGE!
  • Hiro:
  • Hiro: I'm never letting you take me to the movies again.