balcony jump

shit Kara has probably said

Winn, hold my Alkaarien beer

Who dares me to speed eat four pizzas? Who? Who? I’m gonna do it

See, the thing is, [goes off talking in kryptonian about science]

No, Alex.

What’s that word in English?

Why is English this way?

Why is spelling in English so hard?

Lena, when’s the last time you slept?

Can you two stop jumping off balconies?

(About food at alien bar) how do you know that’s not a human?

(Someone asking her about college) I have *incoherent mumbling* degrees (you have what?) Five

I’m not pining after Lena!

Lena’s my best friend and I love her!

What did you say about Luthors?

Don’t get mad, but… I adopted five dogs.

Listen, listen, I know 137 languages, okay? English is just a pain.

I got bored and built a computer.

No, Lena.

It’s not clay, it’s a chunk of iron.

Kara, yes

Buy my silence for 30 pizzas a day
Chicken is DONE!!!!!

Sooooooooooo this ended up being a BIT longer than I originally intended… but who can resist the call of Ninoir! 

Since A. I don’t want to blow up your feeds and B. It’s been forever since part 1 anyways I have uploaded the whole story onto AO3 here:

Please check it out!!!!! 

Meanwhile here is a brief teaser of what’s inside! 

Plagg was wrong. This was a fantastic idea. Maybe Adrien couldn’t handle some playful flirtation, but Chat Noir was a CATsannova of the first order. Maybe it was true that his friends would never know, but that was ok. He could deal with their teasing and poking, and the large pile of sly comments that seemed to constantly go over his head. He would know better. He would know who the TRUE king of chicken was.

He shifted slightly, checking to make sure he was perfectly situated in the small sliver of light pouring out onto the balcony.

“Well,” he drawled, loud enough that he knew he would be heard through the headphones, “aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes.”

“Oh my god!” Nino cried, jumping up at the sound of someone else on the balcony, and then jumping back another two feet when he realized who was speaking to him. “It’s Chat Noir! Chat Noir is on my balcony! OMG this is the best! I so need to call Alya!”

“Come now,” Chat purred, rolling his shoulders back and lowering his eyes into a predatory smoulder, “we don’t need anyone else interrupting this little tête-à-tête. After all, intimate gatherings are so much more pleasant, don’t you think?”

Chat had to bite back a smile of triumph as he watched Nino’s eyes go wide, his cheeks darkening visibly even in the dim evening light.

“I… uh… yeah I guess,” he stuttered, hastily pulling off his headphones and straightening his glasses. “So, what bring you out this way?”

Chat took a couple of steps forward, his smile widening. “Do I need an excuse to want to see the best looking guy I know?” he asked with a playful eyebrow raise.

“You each get your own private room.”

You fools. You think this will stop me, a fanfic writer, from writing those OTP moments? The gay is only beginning, my friends.

Please consider:

- “I had to jump three balconies and crawl up two flights to see you”

- “I’m stuck in the stairwell to your room because there’s another couple making out and they’ll spot me”

- “our rooms are right next to each other but we still text all the time”

- “you live down the hall from me and it’s only now that I’m realizing that you have the cutest pajamas ever”

- “you play shitty music at 3 in the morning and I’m not afraid to kill you”

- “you’ve been reading those notes out loud for the past four hours and I’m just listening in because I’m learning more from you than I did the entire two weeks of lessons”

- “dude you’ve been playing sad music for the past three days are you okay”

- “I’m the stress baker and you’re the stress eater and we’re always stressed so we end up become best friends”

- “I tried to do laundry for the first time ever and it looked easy but now there’s soap everywhere and all my white clothes are pink will you stop laughing and help me please”

- “we’re study partners before we moved into the dorms so we don’t change anything but we do find out that everyone else thinks we’re dating so they end up leaving us alone to study how convenient”

- “someone keeps stealing my favorite socks and when I find out who I’m going to strangle them with their shoelaces”

- “someone through the gaudiest pair of shoes up on the roof who in their right mind would wear those - oh they’re YOUR shoes?”

- “I ran out of hygiene supplies so I’m borrowing yours but I keep forgetting to buy more so we always share but I end up liking you a lot so I always say I ‘forgot to buy more’ and I think you’ve caught on but you’re not saying anything”

- “I have twelve tons of homework I kept putting off but you’ve had yours done for weeks but you won’t let me copy so I have to sneak into your room for the answers and wow you really love weird socks”

- “you keep burning candles and the smell keeps drifting over to me and I’d usually be fine with that but you have a terrible taste in candles”

Guys this is our chance for every single “dorm room shenanigans” thing EVER

I know Prompto is the type of person to trust Noctis 100% if he had to do the jump into his arms thing, but I also can’t help but think that Noctis, when faced with the revelation that someone else does not trust Prompto in being capable enough to come through for Noct, would immediately warp-strike in Prompto’s direction and have Prom catch him.

Maybe they end up in a tangle on the floor after a moment because zero warning was given, but Prompto does catch him

They’re thunder and lightning, the two of them
Coming one after the other
Even if they’re a bit apart
He roars, softly shaking the whole universe
Not seen, but refusing to go unnoticed
She electrocutes the sky and disperses into a million sparks
Like a firework created by God himself
Together they jump from balconies
Swing chandeliers
Hold the stars and cling to them
When he would forget what he sounds like
She would crackle and remind him
And when she would cry out and the whole sky burned
He would scream with her so that she was not alone
They made a perfect storm
Intense and sometimes disastrous
But so beautiful they could fill rooms they weren’t in
And when they laughed
I think the angels could hear them
—  Thunder and Lightning

So a few days ago, when I was looking for the short one-shot I wrote for April Fool’s Day, I found a story that I had written back when the wonderful @australet789 posted THIS AMAZING PIECE!! I had completely forgotten about it. At the time, I didn’t feel it was good enough to post, but I rewrote it, making it twice as angsty, and now and extremely proud of it. So without further adieu, here you are.

Marinette had gotten used to random thunks on her balcony. It wasn’t normal by any means, especially knowing it was always a certain superhero to cause such a ruckus, but nevertheless, she would always go up to greet him.

Lazily, she tossed the trapdoor open, fully intending to harass him by stating how she had her lights out and was getting an early night’s sleep. But that flew out the window when she saw him face down on her balcony.

“Chat?” She jumped up to the balcony and rushed to his side. “Chat!”

He groaned when she touched his shoulder, his eye barely cracking open to see her. “Princess?”

Her heart plummeted. “Chat, what happened? What’s wrong?”

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  • Namjoon: </b> Why the hell do you knock on my door, in the middle of the night?<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> I have bad news.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> Oh gosh...what is it?<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> Jin-Hyung feels unloved and cry after you. Yoongi-Hyung will kill him in the next 5 minutes, if you don't come and stop him.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> Why the hell, must i tolerate this?<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> I'm not finish.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> What else?<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> Jiminie wants to get divorced.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> He's not married, god dammit!<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> Um...yes he is. It was the night before the BBMAs and there was this wonderful typical Las Vegas church it just happened.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> There is something else...<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> Let me live...please...<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> Jungkookie stands on the balcony and threatens to jump if Jimin want to get divorced.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> WHAT?<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> It's because he is drunk. He's blue like the sea, you know?<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> If i kill myself, do you think i would have my peace?<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> You are our leader. Do something. NOW!<p/></p>

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“If we get caught, I’m blaming you.” Marichat

This is from the awesome seasonofthegeek’s prompt list here. Feel free to send me a prompt and a pairing.

Marinette frowned as they landed on a roof and stopped for a moment. She let her arms fall away from Chat’s neck as he put her down onto the roof.

“If we get caught, I’m blaming you,” she said flatly.

“Ye of little faith,” Chat smirked. “We just need to get in and out real quick and everything will be fine.”

Marinette looked at him dubiously. “Maybe this is a bad idea… I mean, what if Adrien finds out?” She looked slightly scared at the thought.

Chat barely managed to suppress a snicker. “He won’t. Promise,” he paused and then chuckled. “Not like you have much of choice anyway, apparently.”

She glanced away for a moment and sighed. “If only I hadn’t left another stupid message on his phone.”

Chat’s ears perked up and swiveled in her direction. “Another?

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Rebecca Zahau, 32, was living with her boyfriend, Jonah Shacknai, in his Spreckels Beach House in Coronado, California. Shacknai had a 6-year-old son, Max, from a previous relationship who also lived with the duo.

On the 11th of July, 2011, Max fell over a second-floor banister. He suffered injuries to his spinal cord and facial bones. Rebecca was the only person home during the fall; she told police she was in the bathroom. Investigators theorised that Max had tripped over a ball or the family dog. Max was put on life support but died due to brain damage on the 16th of July. While his death was ruled an accident, a trauma doctor suggested his injuries were not consistent with his fall. He also suggested that Max may have been suffocated.

By this time, however, Rebecca was already dead.

On the 13th of July, 2011, Jonah’s brother, Adam Shacknai, called the police to report making a sinister discovery. He had been staying overnight at a guest house on the mansion property when he came inside the house in the morning. It was here he discovered Rebecca. She was hanging by a noose from the second-floor balcony. She was naked and bound with ropes and a long sleeved t-shirt had been wrapped around her head with the arms stuffed into her mouth. There appeared to be residue from tape on her legs.

Her death was ruled a suicide. Investigators suggested that Rebecca was depressed over failing to protect Max. However, her autopsy revealed several instances of head trauma. The pathologist claimed this was the result of her jumping from the balcony and striking her head on the way down. This claim was refuted by other psychologists who said it was extremely unlikely she would have hit her head four times on the same balcony after jumping. Another pathologist conducted an autopsy and he came to the conclusion that fractures in Rebecca’s throat came from strangulation and not hanging, adding he believed Rebecca had been murdered. Moreover, there was evidence that Rebecca may have been sexually assaulted before her death.

On the door leading to the balcony, investigators found a black message. It read: “She saved him, can you save her.” Investigators considered this to be a suicide note but Rebecca’s family contended that the message didn’t match her handwriting. Her family are adamant that Rebecca didn’t commit suicide and filed a wrongful death lawsuit against Adam Shacknai. The suit alleges that he struck Rebecca over the head, strangled her, and raped her before throwing her off the balcony with a noose around her neck. 

On the 4th of April, 2018, Adam Shacknai was determined to be liable for the death of Rebecca. Her family was awarded $5 million in damages. Nevertheless, the court stood by the charges that Rebecca committed suicide.


im back with some garbage kwami swap/ kinda life swap/crush swap au i like to call “angst-free au” with a shitload of irony. i’ll draw more of it later when i have time 

basically its just all swap but the bad parts are gone

this is what me and @gorovaia came up with 

  • sabine is the fashion mogul and marinette occasionally models for her, but school is no. 1 priority
  • bc school is important she lives with tom above the bakery (they’re divorced or separated but on good terms) because she’s always away on business. the 3 still have a good relationship
  • ADRIEN AND GABRIEL LIVE NEXT DOOR TO THE BAKERY so they’re neighbours, he’s not a mean dad but Gabe is always busy working to support his son (and being a villain) so tom pretty much adopts him and it’s like his second home at the bakery
  • Their balconies are right next to each other. They’re separated by a short brick wall
  • Tom and Gabriel are friends
  • Marinette is like, the coolest person Adrien has ever met and she’s so pretty how can he not be crushing on her. She played the GUITAR for JAGGED STONE and DESIGNED HIS ALBUM
  • Adrien seems cool to Marinette, he’s a bit shy sometimes but he’s goofy and she loves him anyway, not like that though (maybe)(((possibly))), because she loves Ladybug, he’s so cool and handsome and amazing yadda yadda
  • more rubbish about under the cut

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Point and Shoot - Preview (ft. Jeongguk and Yoongi)

Drabble Game prompt 93. “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

→ bodyguard!jk and hitman!yoongi aka angst, smut, fluff, idk who knows
590 words, coming soon! 

Jeongguk swiftly places himself in front of you. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He growls. 

You frown, grabbing his wrist and shaking. “Who are you talking to, Jeongguk? No ones there.” Your bodyguard was a bit too overcautious at times, which was why sometimes you played around with him too much. You did the best you could to grate on his nerves, and your playful banter was probably what had triggered this sudden behavior. 

Jeongguk grits his teeth when he realizes he doesn’t have his gun on him. Cursing under his breath, he pushes you back behind him as his eyes focus on the darkness of the alleyway. 

“Show yourself.” 

No one responds and Jeongguk can practically feel the breaths of the one who’s lingering in the shadows. There was only one person he knew, who could hide himself in the shadows like this. Only one person could blend into the night as if he were a shadow, as if he were part of darkness itself. 

“What Jeongguk? Let’s just go, I’m scared.” You tug on the sleeve of his suit, but he just grips your arm to prevent you from moving, and you pause as you focus on where his gaze settles. 

Like a cat unfurling from its haunches, Yoongi languidly slides down from his sitting position high up in the attic of the abandoned building. He snickers. 

“Nice to see that you haven’t lost your touch, Jeon Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk sneers. “Stay away hyung. I won’t keep my respectable distance for long.” 

You watch in horror as the man you’d believed to be another, dressed head to toe in black and a sniper gun strapped nonchalantly over his shoulder deftly jumps from balcony to balcony, swooping down towards the both of you until he’s only two floors above. He makes no sound, and nothing is left dented or even touched at his movements. He moves like a demon, jumping and landing silently, slinking towards the both of you with intention.

Jeongguk’s hands desperately search his belt for something, anything, to defend the both of you with, but comes out with only a cell phone, wallet, and a taser gun that he couldn’t use towards Yoongi who was too far. 

“I know you don’t have your gun on you Jeongguk, so don’t make me use mine on Y/N.” 

You pause and frown at your name coming from the stranger’s lips and you squint as you try to make out the man’s features in the darkness. Finally, as he lands and sits down comfortably, you gasp as your eyes run over the familiar features that you thought you’d never have the chance of running into again. 

Jeongguk tenses underneath your hands and he glances at your surprised face as your name comes out of Yoongi’s lips. 

“Don’t touch her! She has nothing to do with this!” Jeongguk growls, turning back to Yoongi who sits crouched on the railing of a balcony like it’s nothing. 

Yoongi smirks, the familiar dark glint of his eyes sending shivers down your spine. Flashes of cold hands and hot breaths lingering over your skin skip through your mind, and your heart flutters at the euphoria that he brought you through that one night. 

He mutters one last word before he jumps back up and slinks away into the darkness. 

“Oh but she has everything to do with this.”  

werewolvesforever515  asked:

"I'm just stressed" Marichat please and thank you

“I’m just stressed,” Marinette murmured to herself, rubbing her eyes. She turned her attention to the large windows of her balcony doors and saw Chat Noir leap across the rooftops adjacent to her building. A heavy exhaustion set in simply from watching him move. She hadn’t been on a patrol in weeks. The thought of having to transform and actually move around made her shudder. It all felt like too much.

Chat Noir had started showing up in her neighborhood a few weeks before. He had stopped by twice when he had spotted her on her balcony, but most nights Marinette spied him from her window, leaping between buildings, baton spinning above him. She wasn’t sure what had prompted him to keep coming back to this part of the city, but it was nice to see him, even if he didn’t realize it. 

She yawned and looked down at her tablet blearily. Elizabeth was expecting two redesigns first thing in the morning and Marinette was tapped. She felt like she should be more stressed about it, but the emotions wouldn’t come. If anything, she felt empty. Dropping the tablet on her coffee table and grabbing a blanket, she trudged out to her small apartment balcony. Maybe she could watch Chat Noir for a bit longer before sleep overtook her.


Chat Noir stopped to rest on a roof across from Marinette’s apartment. He could see her inside on her couch, curled up and looking at something in her lap. Her head was tilted to the side, dark hair up in a messy bun. He wished he could see her face. He was worried about her. 

Part of him felt like a voyeur, but he was too concerned to stop coming around. She had been slipping lately, and it was starting to scare him. While Hawkmoth had been defeated years before, they had still kept up a loose patrol schedule to remind Paris that it was safe. Ladybug had started calling out more and more often. He was having flashbacks of his mother falling deeper into depression before she disappeared all together. He wouldn’t let the same thing happen to Marinette.

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