and i know i'm not the only one that does the sound of the objects breaking

anonymous asked:

hi! i'm new to the fandom and was wondering if you could rec me some sterek long fics (30k and above) ? :3

Sure thing, sweetie! Let me start by saying welcome to the fandom!! Hope you’re liking it so far, our people have a lot of talent and I’m really excited for you see everything. Arranged shortest fic to the longest fic.

Electricity In the Contact by ladyblahblah (E 27k)

In which Derek has been invited to the Greater Pacific Northwest Alpha Symposium (that’s not what it’s called, Stiles, stop saying that), and showing up unattached would mean an arranged marriage. When the rest of the pack objects, he agrees to let Stiles come along to pose as his mate. Derek is reasonably sure that he’s not going to make it out of this weekend alive.

We’ll Still Have The Summer by allyasavedtheday (T 32k)

He’s too busy waxing poetic in his own head about the surly – dreamy – dude holding the sign for the hotel to notice Scott already making his way over. He pauses halfway when he realises Stiles isn’t following him, turning around and eyeing Stiles curiously, “Dude, come on, the guy’s waiting.”

Stiles snaps himself into action and pushes his cart carrying his suitcases over to where Scott’s introducing himself to Stiles’ future husband.

“-And this is Stiles,” Scott is saying just as Stiles arrives next to him.

“I’m Derek,” the guy replies gruffly, folding the sign up and tucking it under his arm. “I’ll be taking you back to the hotel.”

By Any Other Name by entanglednow (E 33k)

He doesn’t know his name, he doesn’t know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he’s on the run with. But he’s pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

I Have Faith In Nights by DaintyBoots (M 35k)

Derek had always thought his ability to pick up strays was a bit of a hindrance. But then he met Stiles.

Where The Inevitable Isn’t by Survivah (M 41k)

Stiles has a magical thingamajig that’s supposed to get him out of danger. Trouble is, it took him really, really far out of danger. Like, to the point where he isn’t in the same universe anymore.

“A part of Stiles had been thinking that he’d come home, and just go, ‘hey, Derek, are we mates and you just haven’t said anything about it?’ and Derek would reply, ‘now you mention it, we are indeed! Now come to my bedchamber, where we will have super hot sex and then cuddle after!’”

After The Storm by matildajones (M 41k)

Derek’s mind flits to Stiles’ face. It’s a hard face to forget and for some reason Stiles is one of the only things Derek can think about without feeling like he’s lost something.

Erica grins. “When are you going to see him next?”

“He’s a cop,” Derek says gruffly.

“So?”

Derek remembers being at the station, he remembers all those fucking people who thought he had killed his own sister. Laura. He hates all of them, and says as much aloud.

Erica hums. “Sounded like you didn’t hate him.”

A Pirate’s Life For Me by Hepzheba (E 42k)

The Sheriff’s department of Beacon Hills is finally getting a K-9 unit. Stiles is thrilled. Well, he would have been if he had remembered that they were starting today. He wishes someone had reminded him. He also wishes someone had informed him that his new colleague and the one who’s going to help them start the K9 unit is smokin’ hot. Or that is new partner in form of a dog kind of lives to disobey him.

If this doesn’t work out he hopes his dad will write him a letter of recommendation to a department somewhere in Alaska.

There are no real pirates in this story.

It’s Insanity, but… by rosepetals42 (M 56k)

The doorbell interrupts what had turned out to be quite the epic shoe hunt but, really, he’s grateful for the break. Or at least, he is until he heads down the stairs to grab the door, trips over a stuff animal of some kind, bashes his head on the wall and barely manages to catch himself from falling down the entire flight of stairs. As with all things, Stiles would like to state, for the record, that this is Scott’s fault.

Or: Scott and Stiles are raising seven children. Derek is the entertainer they hire for a birthday party (not a clown though, he’s very specific on that fact.)

I have a bunch more over 30k but these are some of my favorites. Hope you like these!

My fanfic recommendations requests are always open.

I Think I'm Falling

Yes, I’m on break but I’m too fucking excited right now. I’ve been kicking around a fic idea since April when a friend mentioned it. I’m finally getting around to it and I’m FUCKING excited!!!

It’s a high school AU featuring songs by The 1975, Bastille, Imagine Dragons, and Marinas Trench.

It’s very song and lyric heavy, but it’ll make sense during the fic. This one is going to be REALLY long.

I wanted to give you guys a sneak peak. Anything in asterisks will be italicizes.


Welcome to AP Biology two. I hope you’re as excited as I am about this course and are willing to work hard. It’s an enlightening class and will open a lot of doors if you put effort into it,” the teacher said, smiling at the class, “I also like my students to work with people they aren’t familiar with, so grab your belongings and stand in the back of the room. I’ve already paired everyone up. When you hear your name, please go to the table with the corresponding number.”

Yuuri picked up his backpack off the floor and hugged it to his chest. He was the youngest in the class since he was in the accelerated program and didn’t know anyone. While he was one of the smartest in school, it often put him at a disadvantage as the others were usually older than him. He recognized a fewer upper classmen but they ignored him. He was used to it though, only speaking with his classmates when he was grouped with them for projects or tutoring sessions.

But when the door opened and *he* walked in, Yuuri wanted the floor to open and swallow him whole.

Yuuri had been infatuated with the grey-haired senior the minute he’d laid eyes on him the year before. He had gaped at him, wondering how such perfection could exist in one person. They’d passed in the hallway occasionally and exchanged civil greetings that would leave Yuuri’s heart racing out of control. But a class with him was beyond a dream come true.

“Smith and Moore, table one.”

Yuuri focused on the floor tile in front of him but caught himself peeking to his right, stealing glances at the boys talking near him. He was so happy he was on the verge of giddiness. Trying to fight the smile threatening to break out, Yuuri paid attention to the teacher and waited for his name to be called. The next time he looked up he thought he was going to melt when he saw the heart-shaped smile. He was beyond gorgeous, bordering on the line of godly.

“Duncan and Roberts,” the teacher said, looking up when he saw three students step forward, “Erica. Table two.”

The crowd in the back thinned as names were called out and the tables filled. Yuuri’s heart was beating in his chest when there were only three tables left and the object of his affection was still standing. His friends had already been called so he was standing next to Yuuri. Yuuri looked up and saw beautiful arctic blue eyes shift to him before the smile appeared again. He was mortified he had been caught and stared at the ground again. He almost had his nerves calmed when he heard his name, but the one called after his paralyzed him.

“Katsuki and Nikiforov, table twelve.”

*No way…*

Yuuri jerked his head up and stared at him. He knew by the grin from the older boy he must have appeared shocked at the turn of events. When a hand was held out in front of him, Yuuri nodded once and clutched his backpack tighter before walking to the table. He sat on the stool and dropped his pack to the floor, gripping the concrete surface to steady himself. He felt a presence in the stool next to him and gulped before he looked at his new lab partner.

“Hi,” he said, giving Yuuri his infamous heart-shaped smile and holding out his hand, “I’m Viktor.”

“I know,” Yuuri said, gripping his hand gingerly and shaking once, “Yuuri.”

“Nice to meet you,” Viktor said, “I’ve seen you around but we’ve never been properly introduced. I’m looking forward to this class. How about you?”

“No, maybe…” Yuuri muttered before meeting Viktor’s gaze, “Yes.”

“Worried about it being too difficult? I’ve heard you’re really smart,” Viktor said, “Jeff and Kyle said they hoped they got you as a lab partner, but looks like I lucked out.”

“Oh,” Yuuri said, his heart dropping to the floor, “Yeah, lucky you.”

Yuuri was used to this feeling though he didn’t want to experience it with Viktor. He had English class with Jeff and Kyle the year before, being teamed up with a couple projects. While they didn’t make him feel taken advantage like most left him, Yuuri still felt like he carried most of the workload. He had hoped it would have been different with Viktor but fate was conspiring against him.

“Why does that sound bad?” Viktor asked, his brows knitting in confusion.

“Just used to the ‘Yay, I’m teamed up with the smart kid’ thing,” Yuuri mumbled.

Yuuri turned his attention to the front of the room and took the stack of papers from the person beside him. He took a packet and passed the rest to Viktor before looking at it. The syllabus was the largest one he’d seen and left him wondering if he had exceeded his academic limits, but the guidance counselor said the class would be perfect for him. He listened to the teacher drone about coursework, their textbook, labs and expectations for the year. He was so absorbed in the lecture he jumped slightly when he felt a tap on his arm. Looking over, he saw Viktor slide a scrap of paper to him. Tilting his head, his spirits soared when he read the message.

*I didn’t luck out because you’re the smartest kid in the class. I did because you’re the nicest. I’d really like for us to become friends. Would you like to get a milkshake after school and talk about class? My treat? Has to be chocolate though.*

Yuuri smiled and scribbled a short note before passing the paper back to Viktor. He listened to the teacher go over the supplies and the fees for the class. When another tap touched his arm, he reached down for the paper and read it.

*Chocolate is my favorite too. Let me know if your mom says it’s ok. Meet you at the fountain outside five minutes after school ends. I hope you can go.*

anonymous asked:

I'm making some changes to my paracosm, and I decided to make magic a larger "thing" in it. How much magic do you think is *too* much? I'm thinking about magic influencing the land that people inhabit, and magic influencing people's lives. Now, everything would have a plausible explanation (magic in my paracosm has a set of rules), but I'm afraid to fall into the "deus ex machina" territory. When should we stop using the "It's magic!" explanation for improbable stuff?

Werew:

There is no such thing as too much or too little magic. 

When creating a world, incorporate as much or as little magic as you want. It’s yours, and you can do anything with it! And in fact, magic is a fantastic explanation if you want improbable things to be a part of life in your world. 

The only thing you need to do when working with heavy-magic worlds is make sure to have internal consistency, and make sure to make it all make sense (if your world is one where things make sense. Sometimes it’s best to just handwave things, and preposterous stories can be a lot of fun! It’s mostly stylistic choice at that point). You mentioned that everything follows a set of rules, so it sounds like you’re well down this path already. 

A few things to avoid so that your magic-heavy world will not annoy your readers: 

Follow Your Rules. If something always happens a certain way, do not deviate from that rule unless you have a legitimate explanation for why it can do so. Stories that focus on a breaking of an established rule can be really neat, and breaking your own rules can be fun, but you have to explain why. If, in your world, someone can use fire or water magic but never both, and then a character shows up who does, you need to have an explanation behind that (this can vary; supernatural forces, rare and not-well-known circumstances, misunderstanding of the rule by the general public, etc, as long as the explanation is there).

Don’t Make it Convenient. If the magic in your world solves everyone’s problems and never causes more problems, it will be boring. If magic is powerful, think about what kind of social implications it might have, especially if not everyone has access to it equally. If you implement magic in a way that solves one problem, try to at least give it the potential to cause other ones. 

Also, if you need something to happen for plot reasons (someone needs to die, a battle needs to be lost, an event must play out without intervention) and it is possible for that event to be stopped or changed with magic, make sure you have a reason that it didn’t get changed. It drives me up the wall when powerful characters don’t use their powers at crucial moments for no apparent reason, and everything gets screwed up as a result. If your character can see through walls, there’s no reason for her to peek around a door and get spotted by the bad guy. However, this is not to say that events like this cannot happen! Maybe the character who can see through walls is being pursued by someone who can sense her magic if she uses it, so it’s actually less risky to try to peek around the door. Alternate explanations can be fun, and they won’t irritate your readers like it will if someone conveniently forgets to use their magic. 

Make it Part of Life. If you’re going to have the land and the lives of people influenced by magic, make this influence show up in a lot of little ways, and try to make it a dynamic aspect of the world, instead of leaving it static. What if there is a magically very fertile land, but in order for it to remain fertile, certain trees have to be left untouched? What if everyone knows that, but then lightning strikes one of them and it dies? 

If a mountain is held up by magic, is it safe to dig a tunnel through it, or will that disrupt the magic? 

If someone who would otherwise die is kept alive by magic, how does that change their life? Did the magic simply fix whatever was wrong with their body that would have killed them? Do they have to be sustained by an object, and if that object is damaged they die? Are they magically tied to the person who may have saved their life? 


constablewrites: 

I think the most important way to stop magic from killing all your tension is to make sure the magic has a cost. Perhaps it’s unpredictable and the characters can’t really rely on it. A character who must cast spells using their own blood can only do so much before needing to rest; one who burns their own lifeforce and shortens their lifespan with every spell they cast will likely come to prefer not casting spells at all unless they have no other options. Spell components can be expensive, rare, obnoxious, etc. It could be that everyone learns a few basic spells and cantrips the same way they learn reading and math, but any significant power requires extensive study and training, an inborn talent, something like that.

Games are actually a great place to look at this. Video games, tabletop RPGs, even some board games–if there’s magic in play, they have to find ways to balance it and keep a character from being too broken and being able to run roughshod over any obstacle in the way. Cooldowns, mana costs, skill trees that cut off certain options depending on which path you take, physical components that get degraded or destroyed with use: all of these are ways to keep the magic users from being able to do whatever they want whenever they want. In fiction these things might not be quite as clearly quantified, but you can still use the concepts (like a sorcerer might not have a defined number of spell slots, but their spells become less effective or even stop working entirely if they push themselves too hard).


Bina: 

Personally, my line for “too much” magic in writing happens when: a) it takes such a long time to explain the function/purpose/execution of the magic that it distracts from the scene/plot/narrative (UNLESS some magical execution happens to be part of the scene/plot/narrative) b) it involves memorizing too many vocab words/rules/quirks of operation to stay on track with the world c) so much gets hand-waved away (author assumes the reader will excuse and accept things as ‘magic,’ and/or that explaining the rules somehow makes it less 'magical’) that you’re left wondering “huh? wait, why did that happen/how was that possible? Magic, I guess…” d) there’s a mostly-magical solution for almost every conceivable problem except the cliche basics, like “can’t force people to fall in love,” or “can’t bring back the dead” (which, imo, are pretty weak constraints by themselves. Like the genie from Aladdin, he’s so powerful except for those things. Materialize an army? Make you improbably rich? Done! BUT they include the bonus restraint of “you only have three wishes” as a much better balance to the magic system).

I guess I can summarize that as “don’t let magic itself steal the spotlight away from more important things, but don’t let it be a mystery either.”

They’re not what Zevran was expecting.

The plan isn’t ruined, per se, but he was rather counting on them to be slightly less suspicious. Grey Wardens are heroes of legend, and people routinely called heroes are supposed to be giving and trusting. This lot clearly isn’t. The elf - Dalish, if he’s seeing correctly - and Qunari are just short of openly disdainful, trading eyerolls when they think no one can see. At least, he clearly sees the elf roll her eyes; the Qunari is on the far side and perhaps more mannerly than Zevran gives him credit for.

Perhaps only the human is a Grey Warden then. He certainly seems eager to assist the woman Zevran’s hired. His information is scare and outdated; it’s entirely possible the others could be tagalongs. That would be more fitting. Champions sometimes amass a following, and outlaw heroes have their own appeal. And if the Grey Warden is this blindly trusting, well, he certainly needs them.

That rather complicates things for him though. The two suspicious ones are scanning the horizon, shoulders tight, clearly expecting something. The massive dog - and Zevran’s not sure if he’s a Grey Warden or not, this being Ferelden - is scenting the air. They’re not going to make it to the wagon.

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anonymous asked:

I would love to see something about maybe Reaper with a S/O who loves toys?? Like colorful dolls and animals and whatnot. I feel like that combination will be interesting! Thank you so much!

All the Colors 

You’re pretty handy with a needle, and you weren’t afraid to make that known with each new doll you made. Reaper, despite being far removed from the man once known as Gabriel Reyes, appreciated it and would say nothing whenever you’d return from a mission with two or three new colorful dolls or plush toys that you’ve crafted mid-transit (even if they were hilariously large and hindered your ability to open doors).

The good majority of Talon could say nothing either. Either because they feared your relationship with Reaper, who had made it clear to everyone on more than one occasion that your interests are not an acceptable point of ridicule, or they feared retribution from you, the group’s chief information broker–it’s common knowledge by now that on your word alone, you can essentially determine who lives or dies (like that one guy who tore one of your stuffed dolphins in half, and then mysteriously got sent off to Antarctica to retrieve a highly radioactive material guarded by a group of hostile Omnics without the proper precautions–the end result was not pretty).

Today, it is no different. He and Sombra see you coming down the hall, an armful of colorful, round somethings, the size of volleyballs. You looked like you had some trouble with them. 

“Oi, wha’chu got there?” Sombra gasps, “Are those new?” 

Your eyes light up when you notice them coming, and you sprint to meet them. “Good timing, you two!” 

Both Reaper and Sombra look at each other. Usually, ‘good timing’ in Talon terms mean that something has happened and everything’s going to go to hell, or someone’s about to be in a very uncomfortable position. This time, it is the latter. 

“Could you hold these for me? I’ll be right back. Gotta grab meet with someone.” Without even waiting for an answer, you shove your inventory into Reaper’s arms with a, “Thanks, I love you!”, and tear down the hall, the echoes of your heels fading fast. 

Both Sombra and Reaper look at the items you’ve forced upon them. 

“Oh no,” the hacker hisses excitedly. “They’re cute.”

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anonymous asked:

i love your blog and we share pretty much all of the same fandoms, so i was wondering if you had any fic recs? for skam, the raven cycle, all for the game, black sails, the 100, shades of magic, harry potter, percy jackson, captive prince and shadowhunters, thank you.

oh my god, thank you??? you’re so lovely and polite, anon. i have TONS of fic recs for all of the above (except shades of magic and shadowhunters…i have one for both) so i like, apologise for the amount of fics you’re going to receive. you could check out my fic rec tag instead…there’s a lot in this list. i’m incapable of choosing between things, but i tried to narrow it down? i’m sure there are plenty of more amazing fics, but these are my absolute favourites. (IT’S A LOT.)

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anonymous asked:

hi, i just wanted to ask you about andrew being a misogynist? no one really talks about it, and i think it's kinda a big thing people tend to overlook (idk if this sounds rude, and i'm sorry if it does!)

yeah it’s kind of a strange one that isn’t discussed much - i’m gonna be honest, i kind of completely missed it while reading the books and extra content? i’ve literally only seen it discussed by people who want to hate andrew so it’s a bit weird

the glaring points in support of andrew being misogynist is the extra content: nora says here that he’s “borderline misogynist” and here that he’s “a bit misogynistic”. on top of that, there’s his deal with aaron (in canon) to defend him, but only from women - that’s not canon misogyny, bear in mind, but there’s never an explained reason for why it’s only women. so it could only be that andrew thought aaron only had problems with women and thus only needed to protect him from them; or it could be misogyny; or any other number of reasons tbqh.

i’d have to reread to look for actual quotes that suggested that andrew was misogynistic, and unfortunately i haven’t been able to do that (i got about 4 chapters into my reread so far fuck, so i’ll maybe come back to this ask later) but i honestly didn’t get the impression that he was. i wouldn’t say he particularly likes women, but i wouldn’t say andrew likes anyone.

it’s also confirmed that the two most important people post-aftg to andrew are neil and bee; and bee is the only person (barring nicky, i think, and maybe neil if this is after they break their deal) that andrew doesn’t have a deal with that he’d go back for in a zombie apocalypse. his strongest relationship before neil is definitely with renee, too. so if he’s a misogynist than he has strong objections to the rule (which isn’t to say he’s not a misogynist).

my gut feeling is to say that he’s a misogynist in the same way i’m a misandrist: he doesn’t have a systemic dislike of women, but in his experience they’re not really worth it. however as time goes on and he gets to know more women in more neutral contexts, he realises his dislike isn’t actually gender-bound, and women can be ok. 

but i haven’t actually pulled out sources to verify most of this so it’s… a pretty uneducated guess atm. i’ll get back to you if this opinion changes post-reread.

Cost of Freedom (23/52)

Summary: In which two wanted criminals decide it’s a good idea to attempt a break in to Tokyo’s police headquarters. Prison!AU

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“He’s hiding something.”

Aoko crosses her arms over her stomach as they finally leave the police station behind, glancing over at Ran with stiff shoulders and a steady frown. She hasn’t said much after they’d finished watching the interviews, had only offered the smallest opinion that Kudo doesn’t seem wholly innocent, but she has been gathering information of her own.

From beside her, Ran purses her lips, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. She doesn’t comment at first, but when Aoko refuses to elaborate, she offers a short ‘who?’.

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anonymous asked:

I know that a lot of people believe that Kirk was misogynist and that his sexual advances towards women were harmful. Are Kirk and Riker any different? (I don't mean to sound unkind, I'm genuinely curious what ya'll think!)

The main difference between Kirk and Riker lies in the intent.

Kirk is a hopeless romantic who knows he’s destined to end up alone, because no matter what, he can never leave his ship. This gets explored in The Naked Time, which was one of the first TOS episodes to air, and the audience finally gains some insight as to why Kirk acts the way he does. He’s in love with his ship, and it rips him up inside more and more with each passing day. He gives and he gives, and all the ship can ever do is take from him. It takes years of his commitment, every ounce of passion in his body, a lifetime’s worth of gutless glory, and frequent, enormous leaps of faith to maintain. Perhaps, if he allows himself to fall in love with someone who means a lot to him, it might distance him from the pain of being a starship captain. But in the end, he knows he’s lying to himself, and more importantly, lying to the woman, which hurts him even more. Whether or not he wants it to be that way, he always breaks it off so he won’t hurt the woman the same way the Enterprise hurts him.

Spock is the only one who seems to understand this about Kirk. He accepts it, no matter how ridiculous/illogical he finds it to be, and one could argue it makes him admire Kirk even more. After all, it takes some serious self-awareness to continually break off relationships early on because you have the ability to recognize that nothing good could ever come of it. Furthermore, Kirk and Spock weren’t as expressive with their feelings for each other in the original series as they were during/following the events of The Motion Picture. By that point, their loyalties are with each other and the Enterprise is secondary (I mean just look what Kirk did to the Enterprise in TSFS, for god’s sake). 

Every woman Kirk falls for, he does so because he sees positive attributes beyond her looks. Carol Marcus and Gillian Taylor were both renowned scientists with quick-witted personalities that challenged Kirk to approach life more consciously, and taught him to always consider the long-term fate of the universe before acting. Edith Keeler inspired him with her idealism and optimism for the future, which is one thing that Kirk values in a partner quite a bit, seeing as how he’s extremely idealistic himself. I could go on with more examples, but I remember those three the most clearly because each of those women were wonderful, well-rounded people, and brought out a side of Kirk that was very much a positive thing for him. Unfortunately, once he was forced out of whatever dream land he was in where maintaining a relationship with these women would actually be feasible, he ultimately would decide each and every time that he was better off without love–or at least, better off without love from someone who could never begin to understand his relationship with the Enterprise. How could he give the woman all the love and care she deserved when he could barely give it to himself? And god, did it rip him up inside every time.

With Riker, his intent seems to lie in looking for a woman who will put up with his flaws (without him ever having to change himself), maintain minimal commitment but still be there just so he won’t be “alone”, and do about 85% of the emotional labor in the relationship when he only has to do 15%. The woman he developed the closest connection to in his entire life was….a holoprogram. Yep, that’s right. Minuette is as lifeless and two-dimensional as her construction would allow one to assume. It’s quite pathetic, since whenever he flirted with women who weren’t holoprograms, his intent was purely sexual. He would take less than half a glance at them, and start giving them smug stares. No starry eyes and love music like Kirk–Riker purely saw these women as objects to conquer. Even with Minuette, the whole encounter started out as her being “the hottest form” of a specific program designed to meet his “desires.” If that doesn’t sound like sexist garbage to you, then Idk what will. 

When it all comes down to it, Riker never cares for the women he attempts to pursue. He never has feelings for them beyond just pure, unfiltered sexual attraction, since he never sees them as existing as autonomous beings. Riker doesn’t care what happens to these women emotionally. He would never break it off with a woman to prevent her from inevitable heartbreak like Kirk does. Riker takes zero responsibility for his actions, and I wouldn’t put it past him to stay in a “relationship” he has no intent of committing to, just for “free sex” or whatever else goes on in that twisted mind of his. 

There are very clear and striking differences between Kirk and Riker’s characters, and the fact that gatekeeping white male assholes try to make Kirk out to be everything Riker really is (as a way to justify their own blatant misogyny) is nothing short of absolutely disgusting and everything that Star Trek is against. 

anonymous asked:

Taeyong scenario his gf can't swim so he's teaching her but she always panics and hugs him ^^ minirookies play a prank and she panics again. What happens is your choice ty good day! :3

Hello there! Hope you enjoy the scenario, TY is pretty dreamy in it haha. 💘 🌊

Listen: x (paradise, paradise, para-dise dise dise)  

Taeyong 

“_______, we are never going to get started if you don’t let go of me.”

You glanced up to an annoyed-looking Taeyong, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he stood in water up to his stomach with his arms on his hips.

Taeyong and you were planning to go to a resort next month and you asked if he could teach you how to swim so that the two of you could swim together.

However, you didn’t know that he was going to bring you to the beach to teach you! The reason you never learned to swim before wasn’t only because you didn’t have time to learn but you were terrified of water, but specifically water where you couldn’t see what was underneath. You had seen way too many horror movies and not knowing what could be lurking underneath scared you. There was one particular scenario that you always imagined, where unknown humans who lived under the sea pulled swimmers down and were never seen again. You shivered. You wished he had brought you to the nearby swimming pool to learn first but you overheard him promising to bring the younger rookies out to the beach this morning.

Sure the rookies were cute, but maybe not too much during your vulnerable state. Currently, they were laughing uncontrollably as Donghyuck jumped onto Jaemin and started parodying the position you and Taeyong were in.

Taeyong remained silent as his hands were still on his hips. Only when you reluctantly pulled your arms away from his neck and stood in front of him did his stern expression relax and he started to explain the stroke you would learn first. He could be a caring and sweet boyfriend if he wanted to, but when he’s in teaching mode he can be pretty intimidating.

“Okay, so I’ll hold your hands as you float on top of the water and we’re going to start moving forward as you kick up and down. Make sure that your feet are slightly in the water but still make splashes as you kick on the surface of the water okay?”

You nodded and placed your hands in his as you started to follow his instructions. 

It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Your head was still above water and you admired Taeyong’s handsome face as you kicked like he told you to.

“Alright, good. Now you’re going to move your arms forward one at a time while you continue kicking alright? So when one arm returns to hold my hand, the other arm does a full circle and so forth.”

He demonstrated the action for you and you nodded your head. 

Once again you followed Taeyong’s instructions easily.

“Great. Now I’ll get you to put your face in the water and do those steps again while holding my hand. You will do two full circles with your arms, then turn your face to the right side to breathe and face down again. Okay?”

You began to shiver slightly. Putting your face in the water was the scary part.

“Okay, I’ll try.”

Once again the two of you resumed your positions and began to put the strokes together.

However, this time as you swam with your face in the water, you felt something long and slimy on your face. You screamed underneath the water and quickly stood up, climbing up on Taeyong so that your legs were wrapped around his torso and your arms securely wrapped around his head.

“_________! Whrt are yur doing?”

Taeyong’s muffled complaints brought you back to reality as you unwrapped your legs around him but still hugged him tightly.

“T-There! There’s something in the water! Remember I told you the theory about humans living in the water? Maybe it’s true!”

You could see the rookies glance in your direction as Jeno shouted “Noona, is everything okay?”

Taeyong unwrapped your arms around his neck and reached underwater before pulling out a slimy, leafy looking object and sticking it in your direction.

“This?”

You widened your eyes and bit your lip as you reached out slightly to feel it, confirming it was indeed what was swishing back and forth on your face as you swam.

Your nod queued the rookies to start laughing. Even the kindest one Jeno tried hard to suppress his giggles to avoid embarrassing you.

Taeyong glanced over at them sending them a death glare and they shut up immediately, going back to their own fun.

“This is kelp. It’s harmless along with everything else at the bottom of the beach.”

Taeyong ran his hand through his hair slightly showing his frustration.

“This time you’re going to stay here and I’m going to stand over there. You’re going to swim towards me. Don’t stop until you’re in front of me. Got it?”

You pressed your lips together and nodded.

While he swam to the other side, the other rookies waded over to cheer you on.

“Noona, you really don’t know how to swim?”

Jisung asked you curiously as you smiled, slightly embarrassed while nodding to his question.

“Don’t worry Noona, you’re doing great.” Jeno was quick to send you his eye smile while he nudged Jisung to be quiet.

“Yeah, we’ll cheer for you from over here!” Jaemin gave you a pat on the back as you nodded and faced Taeyong who was already waiting on the other side.

Donghyuck wasn’t like his usual noisy self but simply grinned in your direction. Maybe he felt a bit guilty from laughing at you earlier.

“Okay, go ahead!”

Taeyong shouted from the other side as the boys behind you cheered you on.

You took a deep breath and slowly started to kick and move your arms, steady and slow. You hadn’t started moving much yet but at least the strokes were correct.

Everything was going fine until you felt a human hand grab your ankle. This time you were sure you weren’t mistaken. It really was a hand, and it was going to pull you down! You panicked and started kicking your feet vigorously, while attempting to move your arms at a quicker pace. You had to hurry to Taeyong!

A couple seconds later, you felt firm hands press your shoulders, telling you to stop. 

You stood up to face a smiling Taeyong as you threw your arms around him tightly. This time he hugged you back.

“I’m not joking Taeyong! There really was an arm that was pulling on me and-”

You were interrupted by the shrieks of laughter from the side you were at seconds before. Donghyuck had tears in his eyes as he laughed uncontrollably. 

“S-Sorry Noona. T-This is just too funny! But don’t be mad, that’s how I learned to swim too!”

The others splashed water towards Donghyuck as he started to run away from them.

You turned to Taeyong as he tried to suppress his laughter.

You were annoyed. Even if the others laughed at you, since he’s your boyfriend, he should stand up for you. 

You stuck your tongue out at him and tried to get out of his grasp but he only laughed.

“Hey, at least you know how to swim now right? I think your freestyle at the end could probably break some sort of record.”

You ignored him and turned the other way as he continued to tease you.

However, he bent down close to you and hugged you tighter, whispering in your ear.

“You know, you don’t have to be afraid of the water though. Even if there really was something there… I’m always right beside you.”

You stopped being mad and turned to look at Taeyong as he stared at you with his wide eyes. He looked so handsome at that moment with water from his hair dripping down his face, together with his sincere expression. It was hard for you to remain calm and soon your cheeks turned pink. Due to his personality, he rarely spoke such sweet words.

He noticed the awkward atmosphere when the rookies from the other end started to make kissing sounds in your direction and shouted in unison, “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

He turned away and coughed slightly embarrassed, while ruffling your hair. Then, he started to swim towards the boys’ direction as they shrieked and tried to swim further away.

“See if I ever bring you guys out again! Especially you, Donghyuck!”

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sheloveskook  asked:

babe now i don't know if you're up for writing taegi but your latest jikook drabble (which is actually So Good i'm in lov) makes me think of the same au but with taegi on it. i know tae is clumsy but let's pretend bcs you know tae is one handyman jungkook recommend to yoongi and as returning the favor that is introducing tae to yoong, yoongi decided to recommend jungkook when jimin was asking for one (you know which happened in your latest drabble) so yeah but do what makes you happy babe n_n

i promise, taehyung-hyung is great, jungkook had said. yoongi eyes the man standing at his doorstep dubiously. he’s got on a backwards snapback, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, and looking every inch more like an abercrombie model than any handyman yoongi could imagine.

“… you’re taehyung?”

“yup,” taehyung says, popping the ‘p’ sound. “you’re yoongi?”

“min yoongi. hyung, to you,” yoongi answers automatically. the kid is annoyingly tall. yoongi eyes him for a few more seconds before reluctantly stepping back to let him in. taehyung is holding a toolbox, yoongi notes, and it’s about the only thing about him that seems legitimate. yoongi makes a mental note to berate jungkook for sending him someone who’s obviously new to the job.

“so, jungkookie says that your light switch isn’t working?”

‘isn’t working’ is an understatement. jungkook had probably been trying not to scare him off the job. yoongi scoffs, beckoning for taehyung to follow him to the living room. taehyung, to his credit, doesn’t even blink at the sight of the maimed light switch. namjoon had really done a number on it.

“well, i can definitely see the problem,” he says.

“can you fix it?” yoongi asks.

“sure i can. i’ve been told i’ve got magic fingers.” he wiggles them in yoongi’s direction with one eyebrow arched teasingly and yoongi scowls, looking away to hide his blush.

“yeah, well. we’ll see about that.” it’s a lame retort. yoongi could do better on his worst days, but something about taehyung makes him uneasy. it must be the words ‘yolo’ printed on his t-shirt - definitely not the handsome slope of his nose or the way his grin is charmingly square-shaped. yoongi doesn’t care about those things one bit.

yoongi is shaken out of his thoughts by the sound of music blasting from taehyung’s phone. taehyung shoots him a sheepish look as he pulls his goggles on, a small drill in his hands. “hope you don’t mind. i work better when there’s lots of noise.”

wouldn’t there be enough noise from him drilling through the wall? but his music taste isn’t bad - yoongi is fond of listening to san e himself - so he lets it go with a shrug, opting to lean against his couch to observe. 

yoongi quickly notices three things. taehyung sings to himself, which yoongi would normally find obnoxious, but for some reason, he finds the way taehyung mouths some of the lyrics off-beat and bobs his head along strangely endearing. secondly, he’s good at what he does. yoongi knows enough about electrical wiring and carpenting to know that what taehyung is doing is absolutely unorthodox and against all normal procedures of what fixing this light switch entails, but somehow, it’s working. he’s pulling at wires, reaching past the wall and attaching things where there wasn’t anything before, and the lights are flickering on.

thirdly, yoongi notices that taehyung is really fucking hot. like, completely yoongi’s type kind of hot - he’s tall, clearly smart enough to fuck around but somehow still get things done, and he really does have magic hands. so maybe that’s four things. but yoongi stops counting. taehyung’s phone blares chris brown and that’s kind of off-putting, but yoongi lets that go too.

taehyung finishes up, giving the switch a few experimental flicks, and it works perfectly. “i didn’t bring the right stuff to fix up the wall, so i’ll have to come back another time.” yoongi thinks he might have to have namjoon over to break some more shit if that’s what it takes to get taehyung to come back. “but for now, the light should work fine.”

“thanks,” yoongi says, digging in his back pocket for his wallet. “how much?”

taehyung quickly waves a hand. “oh, you don’t have to pay me. you’re jungkook’s hyung.” yoongi is about to protest, and taehyung notices. “just get me dinner. there’s a really sweet lava cake place that opened a few blocks away and i’ve been dying to go back.”

yoongi flushes, glancing away. had he been that obvious? “lava cake? do people eat that shit for dinner?”

“i’m not most people,” taehyung says with a blinding grin.

no, he isn’t. yoongi sees that already. it’s heart-racing, looking at him. discomfiting. yoongi hadn’t even known he’d yearned for such a sensation until now. “i’ll pick you up at 7 tomorrow.” it comes out more like a gruff question than yoongi had intended, but he’s just relieved his voice is working.

if possible, taehyung’s smile widens. “you’re cute, hyung.” yoongi sputters but taehyung leaves no room for objection. “it’s a date, then! i’ll get jungkook to send you my number.”

and staring at taehyung’s happy face, yoongi thinks he really ought to thank jungkook after all.


“hey, kid. i’ve got a job for you.”

“a job? just ask tae-hyung to - ”

“no. it’s not really a job. think of this more like a… thank you gift.”

jungkook hesitates. “what is it?” he sounds wary, and yoongi is tempted to drag this on, but doesn’t, when he remembers that jungkook is the one who’d brought him and taehyung together, inadvertently or not.

“i got back in touch with park jimin recently. he’s doing well. got his own place. a job. hasn’t aged a day, either.”

“… so?” jungkook says, voice tight.

“he’s got a leaky faucet.”

jungkook exhales harshly over the line. yoongi bites back a smug grin. “don’t tell him it’s me coming.”

anonymous asked:

If you're still lookin for fix prompts, maybe something with yoonmin and sign language? Dunno why, that's been on my mind lately...

I know you sent this like 80 years ago but I’ve been (really slowly) working on it for a while and it’s kind of a huge piece of shit but… the best I can do for ya right now! 

rating: pg-13
pairing: yoonmin
word count: like 2500 
warnings: mute!yoongi, bad writing, unedited

Hoseok asks first, if Yoongi minds if he brings the new kid from his dance studio to hang out with them, and Yoongi does.  

He minds a lot. There’s a long list of things he’d rather do than meet Hoseok’s new friend, for example, listen to Namjoon talk about the likelihood of an afterlife for three days straight or perhaps the entirety of the new Falling in… something album that Jungkook is, for god knows what reason, obsessed with. But, Hoseok’s grinning so fucking wide and he’s tapping Yoongi’s knee excitedly waiting for the answer, and he finds it impossible to do anything but scowl and nod his assent.

It’s not that he thinks there’s going to be anything bad about the guy. He has full, if not a little misguided, trust in Hoseok’s taste. He just hates having to translate.  

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My first *Peraltiago* fic rec

What Now? by author_abz

“I was happy. I didn’t know and I was happy because I didn’t know. Now I know and it hurts. But it’s a warm, achy kind of hurt I thought was made up, but it’s real because I feel it, and all I had to do was ask.”

Jake is drunk and rambles to Amy.

Girls Only Say ‘Hate You’ to the Guys That They Love by sadesmae

Jake wants to go out with Kylie.

That’s My Kind Of Risk by LaurytheLatrator

Amy smokes. It’s not a big deal or anything.

(Three moments when Peralta caught Santiago smoking.)

10 times Jake or Amy babysitted Terry’s twins and ended up together or not by weasleyspotter

or the 10 steps it took for Jake and Amy to get together.

eyes shut (it’s you i’m thinking of) by cresselia

Teddy cancels the date, and Amy finally makes her way to the bar.

we share, we care, we grow together by Kasuchi

“Argh, you’re one of those girls aren’t you? All perfect and stuff?” Jake looked put-upon. “I bet you make perfect grades and you shower every day.” What if Brooklyn Nine-Nine was a little less Barney Miller and a little more Hey Arnold? A full-on cracky AU.

Bribery Will Get You Everywhere by Marks

Jake gets bribed into visiting Santiago’s family for Christmas. It’s not bad, but don’t tell anyone that.

she wears her heart on her sleeve by cresselia

“She should be drunk for this.

But she’s not. Instead, she’s completely sober and completely in control of her actions, her own lips centimeters away from Jake’s.”

Amy struggles with her seemingly gravitational pull towards Jake while trying to remain faithful to her own moral code.

of realizations and rooftops by nereid

In which everyone talks about Jake, Amy’s in denial and burns Jake’s hair. A bit.

Tonight You’re Perfect by sadesmae

Jake and Amy meet at Warped Tour. This is not an alternate universe, this totes happens.

Unresolved by RubyCaspar

Based on spoilers for s1 finale - when Jake is fired, Amy is forced to confront her feelings for her partner… and can only hope it’s not too late.

‘cause I’m not feeling anything at all by plumfield

Teddy’s everything she looks for in a guy. He’s a consummate professional, a great listener, and a total gentleman to boot. He pulls chairs out for her, holds doors open, and picks up every tab; if she has to reschedule a date because a case has come up, he understands, because it’s just as likely to happen to him.

After five dates, she can picture exactly what their life together is going to be like.

something suitable by birdbox (Bella_Barbaric)

“Oh, and I want you in your Sunday best,” Jake tells her over the phone.

“What?! All my 90s Bat Mitzvah dresses are at the dry cleaners!” Amy teases, even though she knows she’s still got the blue montrosity he gave her to wear on their ‘first’ date at the back of her closet.

“They are? Well, you know that’s a deal breaker for me, Santiago—we can’t go. Date cancelled.”

Stay, Stay, Stay by startoftime

The four times Jake and Amy shared a bed, and the one time Jake tells her it’s something more.

Cops and Robbers by disastersaurus

It’s a damn good arrest, Amy thinks, and the captain’s going to be so proud of her. The only thing that could be better is if the guy would just shut up.

If You Like Piña Colada by pyrodynamo

So a while back, Jake maybe writes a list. On the top, underlined twice, he’d scribbled, things that I maybe kind of are okay about Amy Santiago. It quickly deteriorated into a list that sounded like the worst I think I like-like her novel ever written.

Just a regular everyday normal couple by DanicaGentozzi

Jake and Amy struggling with the everyday little things that every couple, at one time or another, have to go through in a relationship.

The Bet by myrifique

Peralta and Santiago set a date for the end of the bet.

Interaction series by YankeesGirl28

Five times Amy wants to talk to her partner after he leaves and the one time she does.

Or five times Jake wants his partner to say something and the one time she does.

the most important meal of the day by disastersaurus

Jake + 10 Breakfasts.

What If We Love Like Fools by LaurytheLatrator

Weddings were one of the only occasions where adults got dressed to the nines and slow danced. And Amy was here, sitting at her table, sipping her champagne and poking at the bizarre unpronounceable meat on her plate. She felt so pathetic.

god only knows what i’d be without you by satellites (brella)

Amy Santiago, Jake Peralta, and rear view mirrors. (Or: five times Jake and Amy drove each other somewhere.)

I Know My Coffee’s Cold by TheBoyWhoStoppedTheApocalypse

“I don’t want to bother you,” he waved a hand. “Well, you already bothered me by walking up to me,” she looked up at him. “Tooshy.” “It’s touché,” she corrected.

High Crimes and Misdemeanors by Kasuchi

“I got cold,” he said, one shoulder (the one not pressed against the doorjamb) shrugging, like the sentence was the most natural thing in the world, like he woke up on her couch in a t-shirt and boxers with his entire body wrapped around hers on the regular and it was no big deal.

he sings the songs that remind him by Kasuchi

Rosa stands. “Talking’s for wusses. We’re going drinking.” Teddy and Amy break up, so naturally everyone goes to the bar together.

feet are where i landed by 40millionyears

“says the woman who’s been engaged eight times.” this has always been her downfall: distracted by something sparkly, she’ll agree to pretty much anything.

Good Morning by Gabby

Or Amy wakes up the morning after an unexpected night, internally freaks out, and then lets her mind wander.

The Unbearable Lightness Of Being A Cop by amathela (Zhailei)

Starring Detective Theodore Bear, New York’s Finest (and cuddliest).

and the world spins madly on by 40millionyears

post 1x22. something bad goes down (or, jake dies and amy’s left to deal and the author is terribly sorry)

Black Lace & Handcuffs (Or Doing It Santiago Style) by Gabby

Amy divulges secret fantasies to her surprised, delighted boyfriend - and learns the art of being uninhibited, Santiago-style.

if only for tonight by Bookie

“I wasn’t smoking,” she says frantically, and Jake is overwhelmed at how adorable she is.

too long on the borderline by mrs_nerimon

They haven’t seen each other for nearly five months, he’s supposed to be working undercover, and she’s got soy sauce spilled on her shirt.

Red Fish, Blue Fish by Kasuchi

Jake beamed back at her, thumb rubbing small circles on the inside of her leg. “No, see, you’re slipping, Santiago. I’ve been on the force for twelve years. I’ve been around lots of cops, and you’re definitely one of the best.”

i look into your eyes, falling by uppercasemad

Navigating domesticity and the surprises it offers.

Act/React by Kasuchi

Later, they don’t talk about it, but for weeks Jake is startled awake from dreams of cafe-con-leche skin and a hot, insistent mouth on his. Jake likes making Amy laugh.

I’m In Heaven by Gabby

Or the time Jake learns he should really know better than to sneak around to spy on the object of his affection when he’s not supposed to.

you should be standing right next to me (instead of two feet in front of me) by sadesmae

He rents a boat. Like an actual fishing boat… because one time she mentioned that she’s never been and that she always kind of wanted to go.

it’s better to feel pain than nothing at all by cresselia

He’ll always be second best when she’s sober.

Until We Make This Right (I Won’t Say Goodnight) by YankeesGirl28

It’s not like you expected her to break up with him or anything. // Eventual Jake/Amy

prime (and otherwise) by rollingplains

In which they discuss an alternate universe while in this one, to pass the time.

Whiskey and pancakes by ferggirl

Happy hour hasn’t been this happy in god knows how long. Boyle is beside himself — Sarge has actually had to pick him up off the floor twice. Rosa’s been spotted smiling by no fewer than seven people.

And Amy Santiago is getting rip-roaring drunk.

The Many Times Jake is a Moron and the Few Times he Isn’t by everhtorne

“I bet you never thought this would happen,” Jake speculates, his voice faintly hopeful as if he’s trying to cheer Amy up. “You and me in a dark room together.”

Five Times Jake Makes Terrible Choices, and One Time Amy Does by Crowsfan

Jake never expected his terrible, terrible ideas to work out for him.

Primary and Secondary by Kasuchi

He pulled his hand away from his face and casually placed it on her thigh. She felt it, warm and heavy, through her jeans. Five times they don’t talk about what happened, and one time they do. (Sequel to Red Fish, Blue Fish.)

rest your bones by lilypupu

Drabbles for the Domesticity Meme. Part 2: Food, nicknames, and a lot of profanity (not that Jake understands any of it).

Hands by Diaphenia

“If we’re going undercover, you’re going to have to be quicker on your feet,” Jake said, insufferably smug.

Amy huffed. “Well, this is why I wanted to go over everything with you. Preparation is the soul of… preparedness.”

:y  i just wonder how many of the prevailing opinions of Toriel n’ Asgore stem from the framing of them from a game-obstacle sort of view? 

A really long character analysis under the cut- Toriel specifically, not Asgore.

# Undertale spoilers ahead! Seriously, maybe don’t read this if you haven’t beaten the game at least once.

(Jane you may or may not want to look at this. :u I’m critiquing toriel’s behavior by comparing it to Asgore’s actions in game, so I’ll leave it up to you. I don’t wanna make u have a bad time, so just… be aware.  )

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Bitter End: Taehyung [Pt.5]

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1.8k

Total Summary [Pt.1-Pt.4]: Taehyung cheats on you which leads to you breaking up with him but then you decide to take a form of revenge by cheating on him as well with his best friend… now you’re left with a guilty conscious 

+What have I done?

His come clean… his conscious is clear,

Unlike mine

>> Part.1 | Part.2 | Part.3 | Part.4 | Part.5 <<

“Y/n?” Taehyung knocks on the door breaking you out of your train of thought, “You alright in there?” “Uhm… Yeah, I’ll be right out” you flush the toilet to make seem as if you did something in there when in fact all you did was stare at your guilt ridden expression in the mirror

When you walk out you find Taehyung in the kitchen about to ask him what he feels like doing tonight when his phone rings, sending cold shivers down your spine because you thought it was Joy phoning to tell him about your betrayal but when he laughs instead of looking hurt or angry you relax a bit.

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Pirate

Based on this prompt by @gusenitsaa.  Thank you to @nothingimpossibleonlyimprobable for the read-through and @xo-sara-xoxo for general flailing.  Also posted at FFN and AO3.


Emma was sure that the only reason she made it from the loft to their…her house that evening was because Henry knew where they were going.  She was following him blindly, trusting him to pay attention to their surroundings while she just tried to keep putting one foot in front of the other.  She had been that way since stumbling through the portal – not capable of higher functions than “follow me” or “sit here”.  “Eat this.”  Killian was gone; she had left him behind in the Underworld after everything that happened.  If she thought too much about that she was either going to hunt Hades down and punch that smug smile off of his face or she was going to break down completely and utterly.  Killian was her rock.  He was the immovable object that she took shelter within as the storm that was her life battered her about. And now, he was…

“So?  Can we keep him?”  Henry’s hopeful voice cut through the tears that were about to fall unheeded down her cheeks. Emma hadn’t even thought that she was capable of more tears.

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Show Me A Hero: Chapter I

CHAPTER I: Happiness

“INSTEAD of having midterms this year for history, I’ve decided to switch it up. Each of you will be paired with a pre-decided partner to do a report on a period in history that interests both of you.”

The reaction was mixed to Madame Baudin’s words. On one hand, they wouldn’t have to study for midterms (one of the evilest things known to teenagedkind), but in the other, they may be paired up with someone they might not even liked. Marinette bit into her fingernails as she stared at the back of Adrien’s perfect, fluffy hair. Her stomach churned at the thought that maybe, just maybe, they would be paired up together – it could be the start of a beautiful friendship that would evolve into something more! Perhaps she would get lucky enough …

Yeah, right. Not even Ladybug is that lucky.

Alya nudged her side gently with a grin that lit her eyes up. “Cross your fingers, girl! There’s, like, a five percent chance that you’ll become Adrien’s partner. You know what? I’ll even give you my five percent chance that I don’t get paired up with Chloe, so now you have a ten percent chance to get paired up with him. That’s amazing odds!”

Marinette rolled her eyes, but she stifled a giggle into her palm. There were times when Alya could send her into a nervous wreck (usually because of her obsession with all things Ladybug and Chat Noir), but most of the time she was an amazing person and best friend who always had her back. She was her wing woman, despite her strange ways to go about it.

(Then again, Marinette herself was stranger. She would freely admit that.)

“All right, all right. Maybe Ladybug will give me some of her luck too?” She winked, a wry smile twisting her lips up at the irony of her statement. She’d love to be able to channel some of Ladybug’s confidence into her unmasked life (specifically, when she was talking to Adrien… or babbling at him), but she knew that that was pretty much something that would only happen in her wildest dreams.

After all, Adrien would have to notice her long enough for her to stop tripping over what she was trying to tell him.

“That’s the spirit!” Alya cheered quietly. They both silenced when the teacher looked at their general direction even though the whole entire class was chattering amongst each other quietly, and then they giggled when she looked away. “Nino!” Alya hissed, leaning over her desk. Both boys looked back at them, and Marinette froze under Adrien’s distant gaze and kind smile. She waved at him, and his clouded expression cleared.

“What?”

Whatever Alya wanted to tell Nino was interrupted when Madame Baudin cleared her throat, pulling out her reading glasses and a sheet of paper. To read off names, Marinette realized. What if I’m paired with Adrien? Our names will be right next to each other! Marinette Cheng-Dupain and Adrien Agreste… Marinette and Adrien Agreste. Ahhh—

“Settle down everyone,” she said, and the chatter hummed until it came to a complete standstill. She never had to raise her voice somehow to get them to listen to her – something about it effortlessly made Marinette pay attention to her. Usually. “Nathanael, you will be paired with Alix. Sabrina and Rose are partners…”

Marinette barely paid any attention after that, choosing to doodle designs over her notebook instead. She looked up when Alya paired up with Mylene, and winced when Nino got the short end of the draw, being Chloe’s partner. Her heart went out to him – dealing with Chloe was a nightmare. That girl probably caused half of the akumas she and Chat had to purify. She’d have to give him some croissants to cheer him up – she knew he had liked those a lot, that one time she’d brought them over for class he had eaten at least three of them.

“…And last but not least, Adrien and Marinette. I expect a preliminary project idea by Thursday…”

Ringing. Her ears were ringing. She pinched herself just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, and winced when pain shot up her leg. That really wasn’t her brightest idea. She couldn’t believe it. She’d been paired up with her crush. Who she couldn’t talk to without stuttering.

…Oh dear.

She was distantly aware of Alya’s giddy chatter into her ear, something about how that ten percent chance and Ladybug’s luck had actually panned out, but she was far too distracted by the blinding grin Adrien graced her with. It was different from the subdued smiles he shot anyone who greeted him or the mischievous quirk of his lips, the one that made him look like a child who just got away with having his hand in the cookie jar, the one that photographers usually favored. It reminded her a little of Chat Noir’s wild, unrestrained grin – the one he got whenever they were sailing over the rooftops of Paris as laughter tore its way out of their throats and her stomach dropped from the adrenaline of leaping off high places.

Nope. Nope. Nope. I did not just compare perfect Adrien Agreste to that alley cat—

“We’re going to do great on this, Marinette!” He was talking. To her. About the project. Focus, Marinette. “I can feel it!”

“I—uh—yeah. Yeah. We’re going to, um, ace it!” Well done Marinette. You were able to make a sentence that makes sense between the stuttering. Now, the next step is just to get rid of the stuttering…

Adrien, bless his soul, didn’t look at her strange or frowned at her. (Even as Alya just dropped her face against the desk.) Instead, his dreamy green eyes brightened more if that was possible. A distant part of her realized that he was in a spectacularly good mood today – it would explain the skip in his step this morning and the slightly more relaxed posture.

“U-uh, maybe you’d like to come over to my bakery? I mean, my parent’s bakery. To study. I mean, get ideas.” …I just went back a step. Alya groaned softly, but she doubted it was loud enough for Adrien to notice. Probably. Hopefully.

“How about tomorrow instead?” He rubbed the back of his neck, the smile softening into a sheepish one. “I have Chinese later and I kind of… procrastinated on translating?”

She stared at him, sure her eyes were round and her jaw had dropped to the ground. She thought he never procrastinated on anything – he’d always seemed to be on top of everything. Huh.

Closing her jaw with a soft pop (and cringing internally at the sound), she smiled at him and nodded. “After school tomorrow? My bakery is just across the street, so it’ll be easy to walk there.”

The answering, eager, nod practically made her heart sing.

(As soon as the bell rang, dismissing them for the day, Alya grabbed her hand and dragged her into a secluded corner so that they could squeal over the fact that she got paired with Adrien to do a project and she had an excuse to talk to him face to face for four weeks.)


Chat back flipped over the side of his roof, using his baton as a leveler to throw him across to the other side of the roof. His unrestrained laugh when he managed to successfully land in a single-handed handstand on the other roof made Marinette cackle as she vaulted over the side. She didn’t even pause to catch her balance once she landed on her feet – she just raced across the roof, flinging her weapon out to attach itself to the other side of the roof.

“Try to keep up, Kitty!” She called over her shoulder as she leapt through the air.

This was her favorite part of being a superhero, of being Ladybug. Yes, she loved Paris and she loved protecting her city, but it was always mixed with the righteous fury that whoever was behind the akuma attacks specifically targeted men and women who were vulnerable and the guilt over breaking the object that hid the akuma. She knew she would always be able to fix the damage done, but it still didn’t stop her from feeling a bit like a bully. Breaking something precious to a person was something Chloe would do.

So, no. Fighting akuma wasn’t her favorite part of being Ladybug.

Her favorite part was the rush of adrenaline that raced through her veins as she ran over rooftops. Her favorite part was knowing that even if she slipped, Chat Noir would always be there to catch her. She loved the feeling of freedom it brought, that she was part of a bigger picture. She loved being able to trust him with her life, the carefree banter that passed back and forth between them. She loved the soaring feeling, as if her feet had wings and she could race through the clouds.

Chat ran pass her, somehow throwing her a wink as he did so, and she rolled her eyes. There’d once been a time when she could outrun him with her eyes closed and her hands tied behind her back. Now that he’d hit his growth spurt and had shot up like some kind of weed, his long legs made her actually have to work to keep up with him sometimes.

At least, until he tripped over thin air and flailed around all over the rooftop.

“Cheater!” She shouted, laughing as she extended the string and leapt through the air, soaring through the middle of the street like she was some kind of spider instead of a ladybug.

“Look who’s talking!” He retorted as he sailed pass her. Was he using his baton as a pogo stick?

Instead of responding to that out loud, she gritted her teeth together and launched herself through the air. She sailed over his head again, laughing at him when he looked up at her in surprise and tripped over his own baton-turned-pogo-stick, tumbling heads over heels into the snow covered street. She dropped onto the ground lightly and walked over to him, clipping her weapon back onto her suit.

“Looks like cats don’t always land on their feet,” she teased as she stopped in front of him, propping her hand on her hip. He leaned back onto his hands, flashing one of grins at her, baton returning to it’s regular form.

“I only fall heads over heels for you, my lady.”

She rolled her eyes and offered her hand. Without hesitation, he took it and she pulled him back onto his feet. Amusement made her lips curl up even as they fell into an even walk, their steps matching as they crossed the street into the light of the sidewalk. The streets of Paris held many dangerous things at night, but fear was the last thing in her mind.

“You’re in a good mood today,” she said lightly.

“It seems like it’s widespread. You’re in a good mood too.” He responded, almost like a reflex. But then he smiled at her – something that was different from his cheeky grins. It was softer, more subdued. “My brother told me that he’s coming back from America during winter break yesterday. I haven’t seen him in four years, so I’m pretty excited about that.”

Normally, she would have told him to be more careful about what he told her – but she was still buzzing from the fact that she and Adrien Agreste had been paired up to do the project. Plus, the mood was oddly peaceful for once. The flirting from his end was low(er), and there hadn’t been any akuma attacks in a week. Why would she break it?

“That’s pretty cool. My cousin is visiting over winter break too – I haven’t seen her since she left home to go to a university in America either.”

He laughed. “Sounds like the holidays are already shaping up to be awesome.” He held his arms up, bending his elbows in a ninety-degree angle, fisting his hands. She hid a giggle behind her hand – after all, giggling was something Marinette would do, not Ladybug.

“Careful, kitty. You don’t want to jinx yourself.”

Chat stuck his tongue out at her. “I already have rotten luck. I can’t make it any worse.” As they went round the corner, she winked at him and pointed at the baton. The Eiffel Tower loomed over them, the lights lighting the skyline as the full moon hung over it. “You know, technically, we haven’t reached the tower yet…”

But she didn’t hear his challenge. Instead, she leapt into the air, spreading her arms out. When gravity decided to take hold of her again, she flopped stomach-down into the pile of snow that was high enough to muffle her fall enough that it didn’t hurt. She didn’t even try to stifle the giggle as she rolled onto her back. The snow was unusually heavy for November, but she wasn’t going to complain about it as she rolled through the soft, cold fluff. It was fresh too.

Eventually, she noticed that Chat hadn’t joined her in on the fun like she had expected he would do, so she slowed until she sat up. The soft smile on his face and look in his eyes was something that made her flush – it was something she probably shouldn’t have caught. It always made her wonder if his feelings were entirely faked, and she didn’t want to open that can of worms. He was her partner and one of her closest friends (in fact, he was probably her best friend after Alya). She was comfortable with that. She flopped back into the snow.

Besides, there was Adrien too. She knew how she acted whenever she got a crush on someone – became a stuttering mess and completely lost her cool. If something like that happened with Chat, when it was so easy to talk to him … “Sometimes, I wish I could talk to my crush as easily as I talk to you.”

She bolted upright when her brain caught up with her mouth. Did I really just…? The surprised and (oh dear) the hurt look in his eyes told her that she had really just blurted that out to her partner. Who probably did have a crush on her.

This is why I don’t want a crush on you! I say stupid things whenever I have a crush!

“I—Chat. I didn’t mean—well, I did mean what I said. I’m sorry. That was…” Cruel. Horrible. Mean. Cold. Her brain helpfully supplied. Chat flinched away at her words, making her stomach churn as if she would be sick. She wanted to curl up into a ball, but she wasn’t allowed to do that. She’d just hurt Chat, something she had promised herself she would never do—

“Don’t be sorry, my lady.” His tone was gentle, even though his ears were drooping slightly. “I kind of suspected you liked someone else anyway.”

“I… still…” She swallowed and looked away. “I shouldn’t have told you that. It’s like a metaphorical slap to the face.”

He chuckled. “Well, it stings all right.” She cringed, but then his fingers were gripping her shoulder. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.” He squeezed it, and she peeked up at him through her eyelashes.

If only I’d met you first Kitty…

Then he clasped his hands behind his head. “So, who’s this mysterious boy who has captured my lady’s interest? I hope he’s as devilishly handsome as I am.” He threw a wink at her, and she couldn’t stop the slight smile from blossoming on her lips. For all his flirting and puns, he really was a good friend.

“He’s a model.” She stuck her tongue out at him, easing back into the banter without really trying. “I’d say you two come pretty close.”

A worried expression crossed his face. “You’d better be really alert around him, Ladybug. I know a lot of models who are…” he wrinkled his nose. “Not nearly as courteous as I am.”

She fought back a smile and lost, her heart warming at his words. “Don’t worry Kitty. He’s an absolute sweetheart. Besides, I doubt he even notices me. I’m kind of plain whenever I’m not Ladybug.”

He dropped down in front of her, his eyebrows furrowing. “Any guy who can’t see just how amazing you are doesn’t deserve you.” His cheeks colored, dusting a light pink shade, and heat flooded in her cheeks as a reflex. She laughed softly.

“Thanks Kitty.” She gently bopped him on the nose. “It’s really not his fault at all. I’m just a mess around him because he's… well, he’s perfect. He’s smart, kind, gorgeous…” She listed them off her fingers. “Completely out of my league.”

The way he scrunched up his nose was adorable to her. It made him look like a kitten who’d just smashed into a sliding door. “I doubt he’s perfect. That’s overrated and boring. I mean, he may seem perfect but that’s probably just a mask. Nobody is out of anybody else’s league, least of all yours. If anything, it should be the other way around. I mean, you’re really pretty. Even without a mask. Well, it’s kind of obvious you’re really pretty even though I haven’t seen you without a mask. Besides, who cares about looks? It’s what’s in the heart that matters. Right?”

For a moment, she just stared at him, watching the pink flush spread to his ears down to the exposed parts of his neck as the words he just told her rattled through her head like some kind of broken record. She’d never seen him so… flustered before. He usually was so suave about everything he said.

She hid a giggle behind her hands. “Oh, Chat…” She smiled at him, not sure how to communicate with words how touched she was. How in the world did I get such a great partner like you? “You’re amazing when you’re not annoying me with your puns. You realize that right?”

He smirked. “Well, I’m paw-sitively pawsome, my lady. Besides, my maman said that if persistence is the key to winning a beautiful lady’s heart.”

Said? She banished that thought into the box in the back of her mind it belonged with all her other “Chat Noir’s Civilian Identity” musings. After all, she had no business in wondering what happened to his maman when he had already told her he had a brother from the Americas coming back during the holidays. That was too much information already.

“You never did tell me the name of the boy who has captured your attention.” He waggled his eyebrows. “I’d love to know who the competition for my lady’s heart is.”

She rolled her eyes and stood up, brushing snow off the front of her suit. “Some other day maybe, Kitty. I’ve said too much already.” And she knew that he would figure out who she was – he was too curious for his own good sometimes. Though that may just be a cat thing. “C'mon, it’s getting late.”

“It’s Friday.”

She plopped her hands on her hips. “I told my parents I’d help them tomorrow morning.” She poked his shoulder, and then smiled at him widely. “Don’t worry. It’s not like I’m going anywhere – we’ll see each other tomorrow night for patrol anyway.”

He saluted her and then he caught her hand, pressing his lips to her knuckles before she had time to pull away from him. Good to know nothing will really change between us. Yay.

“Well, I can’t keep my lady waiting now, can I? Though perhaps I can walk her home? After all, it’s getting rather late.”

She smacked her forehead. “You’re pushing it, alley cat.”

The grin he shot her made her want to smack him in the face with her hand.

Stupid cats.

Author’s Note: Can I just say I freaking adore Chat’s character? He’s fun, flirty, and not-boring, but he’s also genuine and respectful and if I have to date someone (…eventually, it’ll happen…) then I want to date a guy like him.

I hope you had a happy New Year! :) Next update should be around the 18th.

Disce Mori

They found him the next town over, discarded like trash in a derelict warehouse. Wearing nothing but a tattered hospital gown and multiple grazes, he was thought to be an escaped psych patient and was brought in accordingly.

He couldn’t recall if he was or not, which seemed a smaller problem when compared to the realization he couldn’t even recall his name.

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