Y/N would have never imagined the amount of attention being Harry’s best friend would bring. There’s also always speculations, suspicions that the two might be more than friends, given the fact that when they go out, it’s like they might as well be joined at the hip. Where Harry is on a day off, Y/N is sure to follow, and the paparazzi gets pictures of it all. But Y/N’s always been just a friend. It’s not like she trails behind him like a puppy, no. Harry just always loves having her around, finds comfort in the way she talks to him without a hint of glorification. Tracing back to the beginning of their friendship, Y/N didn’t tip toe around Harry, trying to make sure to not say the wrong thing, never really made impressing Harry a priority. And Harry really appreciated that.
And the relentless bother and questions of “are you two dating?” doesn’t end with the public, no, it continues, and probably gets more intense coming from their group of friends.
Whenever Y/N steps away from Harry’s side, there’s always one of the boys whispering to him about how they’re sure she’s got him wrapped around her pretty little finger. How at the call of his name, Harry never thinks twice about dropping everything and tending to her wants and needs. They make it sound awful in a way, as if Y/N is always needy of Harry and demanded his attention. But they don’t mean it like that really, just like bothering him about it, specially because he gets all worked up in trying to defend her.
They even comment about how they’ve taken notice to the fact Harry’s smile can stretch for miles at the mention of her name, which Harry has never denied. Only nods his head in amusement at the fact others notice.
And maybe their secret little escapes to what they refer to as “friend dates” are no help. They’ll be having a night in on the sofa, Harry sat at the edge of it, elbow propped on the arm rest, mindlessly scrolling through texts and thumbs swift on the screen, typing replies to friends. And obviously Y/N’s with him, lying down and feet resting on his lap, her head flat on the cushion, eyes shut because she quite enjoys just lying about in a silent room, knowing Harry’s there. And it’s not until he shuffles to stand up, pushing her legs off him in the process, that she opens her eyes and follows his body across the room where he doubles over to slip on his YSL boots before he goes for his coat. With a small whisper of “ye’ comin’?” Y/N is sure to follow his steps. Most nights like that they end up in some random bar or restaurant, sat on a stool or a booth, laughing and eating. Harry will often opt to sit next to her rather than in front, taking the chance to lay his head on her shoulder. Even kiss at her neck sometimes.
And when the boys catch a glimpse of the paparazzi photos taken of them all cuddly on a random Tuesday night at a local cafe, Harry’s phone just about overloads with texts from Niall going on about “I knew it!” And “just ask her, man!”
So no, it’s not out of the ordinary for Louis to make a ‘wuh-PSSSH’ sound followed by something snarky like “so whipped, mate. And she’s not even ye’ girlfriend,” when he notices Harry’s stare trailing to where Y/N goes as she makes breakfast for the lot. Harry tries to disregard the comment as Louis takes a seat next to him at the kitchen island.
“What’re you guys going on about over there?” Y/N asks, giggling to herself, “got Harry blushing and all.”
And of course with no chill what so ever, Liam pats Harry on the back, a devilish smile playing on his lips, “Harry here has found himself head over heels.”
Y/N can’t deny that her heart sinks a little at that, but she doesn’t let it faze her, or at least she doesn’t show it. “Really?? Oh who is she??”
“Yeah, Harry! Tell our lovely Y/N who’s the lucky woman!” Harry would hope Niall would be the one not to indulge in his current tormenting.
But Harry can only look at Y/N, her eyes locked on his from across the room. And Harry swears he’s never seen her look at him the way she is right now.
And the boys don’t mean to over tease him this time, just wish he’d finally let it out and tell her because they’re rather sure Y/N feels the same. It’s hard not to notice the way she looks at him, eyes full of adoration and dare they say, love.
When the air has fallen silent for far too long, Liam decides to change the subject for Harry’s sake and stands up to give Y/N a hand with the pouring of the beverages.
“You two have gotten to the point where you grocery shop together.” Liam starts again when Y/N steps away for more milk, “you cook together. You do laundry together. You’re always going on dates. You go with her for manis and pedis, and I’m sure you enjoy it, too.”
“So wha’?? I like spendin’ time with her.” Harry doesn’t really see why that’s so bad, being whipped and all.
“You sleep together,” Louis chimes in, “hell, wouldn’t be surprised if you showered together.”
Now that’s just nonsense.
“Sod off ye’ prick.”
It’s been a few weeks since the day Y/N found out Harry’s interested in someone. And she’d be lying if she said it doesn’t keep her awake at night. Awake while she’s lying next to Harry because of the fact that they’d much rather sleep together than alone. But when she looks over at him, she can’t help but smile.
She’s lying on her side, eyes tracing his, rid of any wrinkles they get when he smiles or frowns. They trace all of him. From his eyes to his eyebrows, then his cheeks and to his nose, where she kisses lightly, careful not to wake him. He only crinkles it for a short second, to which she only smiles. Her eyes linger down his neck, tracing every muscle and crevice until she’s looking at the tattoos on his chest, the steady rise and fall of it has her breathing adapting to his.
It’s when she looks at his parted bubble gum pink lips that she raises a hand, her index finger ghosting over his bottom lip. The touch has Harry stirring, eyes open for a moment before he puckers his lips to peck her finger, a smile on his face. He flutters his eyes shut for a second before resting his hand on her waist and rubbing his thumb gently on the exposed skin. He moans in content, pulls her body closer to his and rests his lips on her hair line.
“Go t'sleep, pet.”
And why oh why did she ever think some friendly flirting and bed sharing with her best friend could never lead to any emotional attachment.
The cuddles haven’t stopped. Harry’s lingering kisses and hugs haven’t stopped. The boys teasing on Harry behind Y/N’s back hasn’t stopped. Y/N sleeping in Harry’s bed hasn’t stopped. And Y/N’s constant self reminder that Harry might just be in love with someone else has not stopped.
If she’s being quite honest, she’s not liking the way the boys snicker and whisper to Harry when she walks off. And she really doesn’t like how whatever and whoever they’re whispering about is making Harry blush and smile sheepishly like crazy. Wishes she knew what they’re always being so secretive about. But giving it a second thought, maybe she doesn’t wanna know. It’s all the same to her now though.
The movie on the telly doesn’t seem to distract her anymore, not from her thoughts which are taking over her mind the more time she spends in Harry’s home. And to add to that, the second she steps back into the room with a bowl of popcorn the boys go silent. It makes her feel awful…left out, but she’s sure they don’t mean to do it. She should be thankful right? At least they’re nice enough not to talk about Harry’s girl in front of her, or maybe that’s just something she wants to believe.
“Oh popcorn.” Niall’s first to reach out and grab a handful before she’s even had the chance to get to her seat next to Harry.
“Thanks, love.” Harry whispers, kissing her cheek the second she sits down.
She notices out of the corner of her eye how Louis smirks and nods his head when Harry wraps his arm around her shoulder. What’s so funny??
The moment Harry presses another kiss to the top of her head is the moment she realizes she’s had enough. It’s the moment she realizes she can’t keep pretending and letting herself fall even more. Not after what Liam said.
“I have to go. It’s getting pretty late.” This catches everyone off guard, especially Harry.
When she stands up to leave, his fingers around her wrist are quick to make her stop and have her look down at him, still sat on the sofa. “Wha’ do ye’ mean? Ye’ always spend the night, poppet.”
His brows are furrowed now, grip tight on her wrist, fearing that if he loosens it she might just slip away.
Of course they can’t ignore the other people in the room though, so when Y/N’s eyes avert to the boys, Harry is quick to stand up and lead them away.
“Everythin’ a'right?” His eyes scan hers for answers, his hand now cupping her neck, thumb rubbing soothingly at her jaw.
The cool of his rings on her skin keep her at ease. But the uncertainty in her eyes has Harry feeling all types of useless.
“Tell me wha’s wrong, little one. Wha’ can I do to make ye’ feel better?”
And those words would have made no sense if it wasn’t for the sudden feeling of Harry wiping away a stray tear she didn’t notice she’d shed.
She can’t. She can’t break down. Not in front of him. What can she say for him to let her go??
“Nothing’s wrong, Harry.”
But she’s sure he doesn’t believe her, not one bit. He knows her too well.
And she can tell he’s about to say something else, and she knows if she lets him, she’s sure to fall back into whatever they have.
“I’ve really got to go. I’ve got a date in an hour and I have to go get ready.”
As much bullshit of an excuse as that is, Harry’s grip on her wrist loosens, and the hand on her neck falls.
And she takes the opportunity to slip out the door.
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“Give me your jacket, I’m freezing.”
“These shoes were made to kick you in the ass!”
“Are you okay?” “I don’t know how to answer that.”
“It’s no big deal, its just a few scratches.”
“I’m so cute, I don’t see why you aren’t dating me.”
“We made a deal and you’ll keep your end, one way or another.”
“You look cute when you smile, you should do it more often.”
“Why are you blushing?”
“I’m always here and you just ignore me.”
“I’ve worked my ass off to get you in this position.”
“Grab my hand!”
“No, listen to me.”
“I don’t know if I can keep going like this.”
“There’s no shame in taking a step back.”
“I’ll kill you, you sick bastard. I’ll kill you, you’re a fucking monster who deserves to die.”
“Is that… a dog?” “No, Its a fucking horse. Of course its a dog, dumbass.”
“I walked here to you in the rain, this is how much I love you.”
“You are quite the mystery, aren’t you?”
“Let go of me!” “I’m barely touching you!!”
“You’re so cute when you’re mad.”
“Do you believe in love?”
“Put me down!”
“You’re so small, it’s adorable.”
“Look, this isn’t a guilt-trip: I just genuinely want to know if you dislike me so I can stop bothering you.”
“We can’t be friends anymore.”
“Open your fucking eyes, it’s so obvious that I’m in love with you!”
“Don’t you dare touch him/her.”
“Please don’t be mad at me.”
“Don’t do anything stupid, I’m gonna help you.”
“They say less is more, but when have I lived by that?”
“Hey, don’t touch anything. I don’t know how stable it all is.”
“I hate how you’ve made me broken.”
“I’m a screamer. Not sexually, just at life in general.” “I can make that sexually.
“This isn’t one of my more subtle plans, but considering how long it’s been since I ate or drank or slept, I think I’m doing pretty good.”
“If I wanted you dead, this room would be a lot quieter.”
“Do you ever shut up?”
“You’re such an ass!” “But a fine looking one, yes?”
“You’re safe now, I’ve got you.”
“Since when did you become a badass?”
“I don’t know why, but I think I’m in love with you.”
“Holy shit! You’re bleeding!”
“I’d like to talk to you when you have your pants on, okay?”
“If anyone could have saved me, it would have been you.”
“Everyone has a breaking point.”
“I refuse to play along with this. No thank you, go away.”
“What now?” “I don’t know, I didn’t think we’d live this long.”
“They might not want you, but I understand you, and- well, I like who you are and I want you. Please don’t believe what they say.”
“Are you done staring?”
“Never let go.”
“You broke your promise, you can’t come back from that.”
“Hey, are you awake?”
“I love how we all use affectionate pet names and flirt with one another. It’s nice, having such a close knit group of friends, you know?” “Okay but have you considered: fuckpile.”
“Stay here, I’m gonna go get help.”
“Despite what you think, I can actually express emotions just like any other person.”
“I’m so sorry-” “Then why would you do that to me?! You betrayed me!”
“It happened again.”
“I don’t like you, but for some reason you make me feel fuzzy.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“So what, you bitter piece of fuck? I’m nasty, lewd, I swear every third fucking word, and I am a better person than you. oh, that burns doesn’t it? That a shit like me is more moral and good and pure than you can ever be?”
“Me? What about you?”
“Oh shit, okay. I’m gonna toss you over my shoulder and book it okay, no way I’m trying to fight these fools. Don’t bleed out onto my back, ‘kay?”
“I’ve been thinking about you. More specifically, where you fit in my future.”
“I didn’t ever think I’d fall for someone like you.”
“Don’t ever talk to me ever again.”
“Please, just give me a break. I’ve been so busy, trying so fucking hard- I’m doing the best I can. Please, please don’t ask more of me.”
“I wish I could lovingly craft the words together to describe how angry you make me.”
“Looks like we both have detention together.”
“It was over when you said goodbye to me.”
“I hate school and everyone in it.” “Even me?” “You’re an exception.”
“Kiss me.” “No thank you- I don’t want your germs near me at all.”
“Oh, fuck off you piece of shit. You think I care about you? That I give a damn about your feelings? Fuck off- I’m first in line for your head.”
“Have sex with me.”
“Please make me feel alive.”
“You’re the only thing that is keeping me on this fucked up world.”
“Even on the shittest days, you’re always there to brighten them.”
“I love you just the way you are.”
“Your stretch marks are like tiger stripes, it makes you look fucking badass.”
“Stop asking me if I’m alright. My last answer was ‘annoyed’, why would it change any time soon?”
“I will not leave you. No matter how hard it gets or how rough things are, I will always be here. I will not leave you.”
“You are such a fucking cliché.”
“Stay close to me.”
“I can’t do everything!”
“You’re art.” “But I’m nothing like your art.”
“I think I owe you an apology.”
“Have you seen- oh”
“Did you do that for me?”
“That’s a weird way to say ‘I love you’.”
“Are you happy?” “Yes, very.” “Good … that’s good. That makes me happy.”
“Sorry to interrupt but you need to move your hands away from him/her before we have a problem.”
“When I first met you, I thought nothing of you, now you mean everything to me.”
“Please, I can’t live without you.”
“You told me it wasn’t my fault, so why are you blaming me now?”
“Shut up!” “Make me.”
“I’ll fucking kill him/her.”
“Are you jealous?”
“Are you flirting with me?”
“You know me better than I know myself.”
“What do you do when you realise you might not be the good guy?”
Imagine sharing a bed with Dean and changing while you think he’s sleeping but he’s really just watching you.
“Dean?” you whispered, looking at the hunter “Dean are you awake?” you asked again in a low voice. You didn’t want to wake him up, that’s why you wouldn’t shake him, but at the same time you needed to make sure he was fast asleep.
Why? Easy, you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself. It was enough to spend an entire night sharing a bed with the man you’d had feelings for so long let alone him catching you staring at him like some creep. You would defend you were only gazing but even that could not be justified considering you were only best friends. And what was even was worse was that Sam had not wanted to join you in this hunt, so that meant it was only you and Dean in one room and more specifically one bed.
You sighed, shaking your head. If you kept looking at him any longer you were bound to get caught sooner or later. It wasn’t as if you could help it anyway. Every feature of this man screamed beauty and with the way the light shone over his face, creating the needed shadows and highlights, it made your heart beat a little faster. But then again he always did. It was the mere fact that he’d call your name in his sleep that could make you melt right then and there, you didn’t need to keep looking at him any longer. Besides, knowing the man the way you did – having gotten to see every side of him from the most beautiful to the darkest ones – you had gotten to creat a kind of bond that could not be described. All of this only adding up to your love for him.
You let a small sigh and slowly and carefully untangled yourself from him. Or at least tried to, because damn he was a persistent one. You couldn’t help a fond smile at that, nor at the small whine he let when you pulled yourself away from him. He was truly adorable but as much as you wanted to stay snuggled with him, his legs tangled with yours and his arms wrapped around you securely you knew you had to get up. You wanted to surprise him with some breakfast since you had been able to finish the hunt just the previous night and it had really worn him out.
You moved to the side of the room after one last glance at the sleeping hunter and turned so that you could start getting ready for the day. You took off Dean’s shirt that he had so kindly lended you and soon followed his boxers. You’d want to keep them on for just a little longer, maybe you had began to enjoy the feeling of them on your skin a little more than you should but once more: who could blame you? It was Dean Winchester’s clothes, full with his scent and entire feeling of Winchester all over them.
You sighed, shaking your head as you folded the clothes back in place. You were so tempted for a moment to just take them but you knew you shouldn’t. You weren’t in the mood to explain him all the whys later. There were plenty for sure. You searched through your duffel bag trying to find the right clothes to wear for the day until you realized you were really uncomfortable with the bra you were wearing at the moment. You reached behind your back to unclasp it and took it off before starting to search for a good one.
And this was the exact reason why you needed him to be asleep.
You were only standing in your black panties as you were searching for a bra until you found two bralettes. You paused for a moment, biting your lip in thought. You flexed your muscles as you looked at the two of them, trying to decide which one you should wear. You weren’t really fast in making decisions in the first place.
“Which one?” you mumbled to yourself, biting your lip as you moved your hair our of the way. Gosh they too were a mess.
“How about none?” a low voice said behind you and you froze in your place. You wanted to turn but on one hand it wouldn’t be the most wise choice considering you were practically naked and on the other you knew exactly who it was. The only person that was in the room with you and you only thought he was asleep.
“D-Dean?” you whispered, eyes wide and face already burning hot.
“Yes sweetheart?” he asked in such an innocent and calm voice that it almost surprised you. You didn’t miss how it was more rough though.
“Aren’t you- aren’t you asleep?” you whispered but a gasp left your lips when you a hand on your back. His fingers were trailing up your spine, making shivers and goosebumps form. You were only met with silence as Dean didn’t respond to you. You wanted to turn and look at him, at least his expression but your face was bright red as it was so you weren’t really in the best of situations.
“You’re so fucking beautiful…” he whispered as you felt his palm explore your back, from lower up to your shoulder blades and then over your shoulders and down your arms, making you shiver under the skin contact.
“The way the light falls on you…” he added in a low and husky voice and you bit your lip when his other hand was placedon your thigh and he slowly dragged it up to your hip, giving a small squeeze, and up to your stomach. Slowly but painfully going higher, raising a hot trailer on its path. It made you feel as if your entire body was on fire.
“Gosh it only reminds me of all the little things I love in this body- That I love in you.” you felt his breath now a the back of your neck and you took in a sharp breath when you felt his full lips there. You closed your eyes and bit your lip to keep the moan from leaving.
“D” you whispered “How long have you- have you been standing there awake?”
“Long enough” he said softly, his lips brushing over your skin as he spoke “Long enough to realize how much of an idiot I am for letting you go, for letting this go.”
You shut your eyes, shaking your head “I’m nothing special. I’m not what- what you are used to seeing.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t care what I am used to seeing.” he suddenly pressed his body flushed to yours, eliciting a gasp “I only care what I want to be seeing for the rest of my life.”
Your eyes snapped open as you held your breath. You swallowed when his hand that had stopped started moving upwards again- and you didn’t have the strength to stop him not as it moved up to your bare chest.
“And that is?” you whispered.
He suddenly stopped and although you expected him to be more fierce he gently took hold of your shoulders and made you turn. You couldn’t protest, even if you wanted to. Your face was burning and you didn’t dare look at him. He placed two fingers under your chin, making you look up at him. You were pleasantly surprised to realize his eyes were only glued to yours because he obviously wanted to. The adoration that was written all over his face took your breath away.
“You” he breathed out “Your body yes. But also- Your eyes. Your smile. The love you have for me and I never thought I’d deserve. That is what I want to see for the rest of my life.” his response shocked you.
“Because it is this- because it is you that I want to wake up next to every morning.”
Lance: Hey, guys, I kind of wanted to tell you something.
Pidge: pfft are you finally ending your mediocre, unreturned advances towards Allura?
Lance: well, I guess you could -
Hunk: yeah, I really think it’s starting to make her frustrated, dude. Might wanna lay off
Shiro: I agree.
Lance: It doesn’t have anything to do with -
Keith: it’s just sad to watch, honestly
Lance: Why did I even think they would care?
Lance: They never do.
Lance: I’m just not important enough.
Lance: I should just stop talking and annoying everyone.
Keith, cleaning his blade: hm?
Lance: didn’t say a thing, keithy boy
Lance: Coran, you got some work you could give me? Kinda need to get my mind off something
Coran: Oh, well nothing at the moment, but Allura might -
Allura, having smelled sad Cuban son blood: What has made you want to get your mind off?
Lance: Are you sure you wanna know?
Lance: I - I tried to tell the team I’m bisexual, but they just kept going on and on about h - how I should stop flirting with you and how I’ll never have a chance with you a - and Keith said it was sad -
Allura: I need to hear no more
Allura, holding her sad Cuban son tightly, pulling the bisexual into her life, with a sign that says ‘I Love My Bisexual Son’, waving the bisexual flag, Wiping His Tears: VOLTRON GET THE Q U I Z N A K IN HERE, LANCE HAS HAD SOMETHING VERY IMPORTANT TO SAY TO YOU ALL Q U I Z N A K I N G DAY HOW DARE YOU IGNORE AND TEASE HIM, I’M ASHAMED OF EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU, I’M FLATTERED BY HIS ADORABLE FLIRTING, YOU SHOULD BE EMBARRASSED AT YOUR BEHAVI
“You’d better take her back to headquarters, Namjoon will want to know why she’s still alive."
"You can stop pretending to be asleep now.” Jungkook whispered as he started the car engine, “Taehyung can’t see us through the blackout windows.” His comment was everything but comforting, you were awkwardly sprawled across the back seat of a car without blacked out windows, about to be taken to some kind of headquarters where you would no doubt be killed.
“Who are you? What do you want with me? Are you going to kill me?” Your voice wobbled as you sat up in the car so you could watch the city lights zoom past you, the memory of Jungkook killing a man still playing in your mind,
“If I wanted you dead I would have killed you by now.” His voice was stern and flat, emotionless.
"I’ll explain everything in time. Which way is your apartment?"
"I’m not telling you where I live! Are you crazy?! You just shot a guy in the face! I- I thought we were going to-"
"Don’t underestimate me and just tell me what I want to know. How do I get to your apartment?"
"I could always pull the car over and break your fingers until one of them points me in the right direction."
Marinette snuggled deeper into the covers with a soft contented sigh. Everything felt so wonderfully warm and peaceful and…
Her eyes shot open as the arm wrapped securely around her waist tightened and a face nuzzled against her neck with a sleepy groan.
She looked down, her eye immediately locking on to the familiar silver ring on the hand that was lightly caressing her, as well as her own spotted ensemble.
She was Ladybug. She had fallen asleep transformed.
Tikki was going to kill her.
She blinked hard shaking her head from the hazy, sleep induced fog, as the memories came rushing back.
She had saved Adrien, defeating the fangirl turned akuma with no trouble and putting on a rather heroic display if she did say so herself. It had only made sense to follow Chat’s example of checking in on victims after the akuma attacks. Never mind what Tikki had pointed out- that A. she had never bothered to emulate her partner in this regard before and B. that Adrien wasn’t actually the Akuma victim in question- it had been an unselfish act of…
oh who was she kidding? She had shamelessly shown up at his window hoping to flirt with him.
What was she supposed to do after the way he had looked at her after she had thrown her lucky charm into the air to cleanse the city? He had even reached out to her before nervously pulling his hand back, awkwardly fussing with his hair.
She had only gotten 3 minutes! Three minutes of the boy of her dreams blushing and thanking her and looking at her like she hung the stars in the sky! How was she supposed to survive on only three minutes?
So she had waited until her parents had gone to bed and hurried over, just to check on him. MAYBE see if she was daring enough to sneak in a quick kiss on the cheek before she left.
Of course if she had known how much more daring Adrien was willing to be she wouldn’t have bothered waiting for her parents to fall asleep. She would have dropped everything and raced to his window as fast as she could manage.
He had invited her in, looking adorably flustered and slightly rumpled in his black sleep pants and honest to God ‘I <3 Ladybug’ Tee shirt, nervously offering her a seat, snacks, a tour of his room.
It had been so endearingly sweet, so breathtakingly Adrien, that she hadn’t even thought twice before saying with a giddy laugh, “how on earth can you be this cute?”
He had stared at her for a good 10 seconds, his face as red as her suit, while her own brain processed exactly what had just happened.
“Oh,” she had gasped in horror, “What I meant was… I didn’t mean… I mean you are but-”
She hadn’t gotten to finish whatever horrible excuse she had been floundering to come up with because his lips had smashed clumsily against her own. It was awkward and messy and lasted barely a second and oh dear God did she want to do it again.
“I’m sorry,” he stammered guiltily, “I should have-”
This time she cut him off, digging her fingers into his hair and dragging his mouth back to her own.
Marinette’s face warmed at the memories, and she snuggled further back into Adrien’s arms.
They had kissed for hours. Occasionally taking short breaks to cuddle and pet at each other, exchanging small tidbits of information between heated make out sessions.
She couldn’t have told you at what point they had managed to get from where they were originally standing in front of the couch to his massive bed. Still she wasn’t complaining.
Adrien let out another unconscious little moan, rolling over in search of a more comfortable position, his arm releasing her and dropping across his own chest as he lay sprawled on his back.
Well that wouldn’t do at all.
She flipped over, her head resting on his shoulder her fingers skimming the tempting bare skin of his abdomen where his shirt had ridden up.
He flinched slightly with a soft snort.
Marinette bit back a giggle of almost demonic glee as she lightly dragged her fingers across his stomach. Once again he twitched in agitation, twisting back and forth in rebellion at the sensation.
He was ticklish.
She pounced, straddling on top of him and tickling him mercilessly, bursting into peels of giddy laughter as he attempted to escape her clutches through his own choked laughter.
“Hey no fair, I was sleeping!” He gasped between breathless chuckles.
“Were you?” She asked innocently as he finally managed to capture her hands and flip her underneath him.
“Yes, I was having the most lovely dream,” he grinned lowering down to give her a quick kiss, “that a beautiful girl was lying in my bed.”
“Oh should I be jealous?” She teased, running her toes up the inside of his calf. “Am I just a poor blip on the radar for the big shot model?”
“Honestly, just stop it,” he said rolling his eyes, cheeks flushing slightly.
Marinette grinned. He really was ridiculously cute.
“What time is it anyways,” he murmured, letting go of her wrist and grabbing for his phone on the bedside table.
She took the opportunity to once again bury her hands into his silky blond hair. Perhaps if she spent enough time ruffling it tonight she wouldn’t be tempted to reach out and start fussing with it during class tomorrow.
Adrien stared at his phone and then gave her an inquisitive look. “Do you need to get headed home?”
“Eventually,” she shrugged. “But my parents won’t check on me till around 7:30 so as long as I leave by 7 I should be good.”
He nodded, programming in an alarm on his phone before flopping back down onto the bed and pulling her securely into his arms.
“Okay, all set, now go back to sleep.”
She wriggled in his grasp so that she was facing him.
“What time is it anyways?”
“So…” she said coyly nuzzling her nose against his chin, “we technically have 4 more hours until I need to leave.”
“Yep, four more hours of sleep,” he said with a deliberately chaste kiss to her forehead.
She pouted, slipping her hands under his shirt to slide up his back. She smiled in triumph as she felt him shiver at her attention, despite his valiant attempt to stay still and pretend to be unaffected.
“Are you sure you want to sleep?” she asked, peppering soft kisses along his jawline. “You know there is this magical thing called coffee that- OOPH!”
She gave out a startled squeak as Adrien flipped her around so that he was spooned against her back.
“No. As incredibly tempting as that may be, you need to get some sleep. Believe me My Lady, I have every intention of kissing you as often as possible, but we all know that unlike Alya, coffee does little to keep you from drifting off in the middle of class.”
Marinette’s eyes went wide. “What…?”
“Go to sleep.”
“But, what do you mean the same… how…?”
Adrien let of a soft laugh as he held her tightly, placing a soft kiss to her temple. “You talk in your sleep, Marinette.”
The more and more I experientially know Jesus, and be known by him. the more and more I realize, the God that we teach about in general, isn’t the same God the bible talks about. Maybe on some level, but our lives would look radically, and so much different. Jesus himself said, “You will do greater things than I did…” Does our life reflect that? Do we really have a relationship with God? Or, are we pretending? Playing like we do, with our church, and bible studies. Are we daily experiencing God in new ways? Our life wasn’t meant for “mountain top” experiences every once in a while. Jesus is an adventure everyday, and we can actually live in relationship to the father like he did, and do greater things, and live in our identity he made us to be. We can really understand the depth of his love, and most importantly, hear his voice… We can realize how to be co-heirs with Christ, keeping in step with the Spirit, when going to the store, or the coffee shop is an adventure with the Holy Spirit. Mundane things, turn into exciting kairos moments with God. What an amazing life that sounds like. If my life doesn’t look like that, then I am not following the same God Jesus knew. And Perhaps the greatest and most astounding revelation is, its not that we are not working hard enough, or not in “ministry” or anything based on our performance, but its living in the fact that we are whole and completely and infinitely loved. That God wants to speak to us, not accuse us, or judge or, or tell us how bad of a job we are doing, thats hes disappointed, but to tell us, “My love is made complete in you. You are mine, and I absolutely adore you more than the galaxies I breathed.” I think if we grasp that, our lives would be more incredible than we ever dared imagine, and he would lead us into places we couldn't dream of and the world would be transformed. IF we confess the lies we believe, he will speak truth to us, and its so incredibly wonderful and freeing. We come to this realization, that he loves us, and values us, as much as he loved Jesus. And through Jesus we know him, and move and have our being. Thats the life I want to live.
A discussion my old mentor and I had on the phone today / It was really good
can we get shinsou's reaction to his (usually shy) crush being really supportive of him? both in becoming a hero and in general, and what would he do if he overheard said crush gushing about how cool he is and how much they believe in him to one of their classmates? hes just!! so cool and determined and i like him a lot- he deserves a lot better...n'thank you!!
Yes, oh my gosh, I love Shinsou so much and can’t wait till he comes back into the story! So this request wasn’t the next one I was planning on doing, but since it’s his birthday today, I decided to write and post it.
Note: I just called your friends in the story “Sayuri” and “Tsubasa” because it was easier to write with actual names.
Happy Birthday, Shinsou!
He didn’t really know what he did to deserve someone like you coming into his life.
You were sweet and shy, your adorable demeanor having immediately caught the hearts of their entire class since the first day of school when you stuttered out your introduction. But, while all of his classmates seemed instantly taken with you, Shinsou himself did not actually think much of you at first.
Most people in general studies were those that were unable to make it into the demanding hero course of Yuuei, and he could see why you were one of them. You were too quiet, too clumsy, too submissive. As someone aspiring to be a great hero, he could only see you as weak.
However, little things about you began catching his attention. The cute smile you gave to everyone - even him despite his cold attitude towards you in the beginning - made his heart rate pick up a bit. The endearing way you quietly asked someone if they needed your assistance made the corners of his lips twitch upwards just the slightest. And the bright pink that colored your cheeks when you were embarrassed always managed to cause his own face to warm. Soon, he found himself falling for you, captivated by your kindness like everyone else in the class.
But he wouldn’t dare confess. He wasn’t oblivious to how everyone viewed him. While most of his classmates didn’t say it directly to his face, he could see it in their expressions, the uneasiness in their smiles and the hesitance in their voice. What made him fall for you in the first place was that you never had that look, that wariness, when you spoke with him. He wouldn’t ruin that by trying to shove his feelings onto you.
He was fine with the way things were. Truly.
Shinsou returned to class a bit earlier than usual today as unfortunately, the cat he usually played with didn’t show. The door to the room was opened just a crack, and his arm reached out to fully slide it open when a familiar laugh made him pause.
“It’s not funny, (Y/N)!” one of your friends, Sayuri, said, pouting.
“I’m sorry,” you apologized, holding a hand to your mouth in an attempt to control your giggling. “Your expression was just incredible.”
He had forgotten that you and your friends always headed straight back to class after you finished eating to talk in peace. Shinsou knew eavesdropping wasn’t the most heroic of actions, but something kept him from entering the room.
Sayuri sighed, laying her head on her desk. “Honestly, it’s so unfair. Some people are just born with the most perfect Quirks while others get stuck with the most useless ones.”
“Life isn’t fair,” Tsubasa, another one of your friends, told her bluntly. “Just look at Shinso. He’s got a crazy strong Quirk but couldn’t get into the hero course since it wasn’t suited for the entrance exam.” He shrugged. “Some people just get the short end of the stick.”
“I guess, but… Shinsou’s Quirk is kind of scary, isn’t it? I mean, brainwashing? It’s such a typical villain Quirk and could let people to do awful things. Giving one person a power like that… Doesn’t it seem dangerous?”
Shinsou had tensed when he first heard his name, his fists clenching by his sides as he listened to them talk. It wasn’t anything new; he’d heard it all before. But what made it worse was the fact that you were there with them, hearing your friends tell you about how terrible he was. Now you were sure to look at him the same way everyone else does.
“What are you saying?” your sweet voice exclaimed. “Shinsou-kun’s Quirk is amazing!”
He leaned forward to peek through the crack, finding you had stood up all of a sudden.
“(Y/N)?” Tsubasa called in disbelief. “Doesn’t it scare you?”
Your eyes slid over to him, bright and sparkling. “Of course not! He has an amazing power! It would be so effective against villains and can be used to help so many people! Yuuei is so stupid to have let someone like him slip through their grasp!”
“But he could also use it for evil!” Sayuri tried to argue. “He can manipulate anyone he wants!”
Your eyebrows furrowed and your lips pursed, surprising your friends and Shinsou as nobody had ever seen you look anywhere near angry (Though to be completely honest, you looked about as threatening as an angry baby hamster). “All Might has defeated a countless number of villains and saved many in his lifetime, but he also had the power to kill hundreds of innocents if he so wished. Thirteen primarily specializes in rescue, but his Black Hole could easily turn people to dust,” you declared. “They both could have used their powers to hurt instead of help, but did they?” Your voice was determined, sure. Shinsou hadn’t ever heard you speak in such a tone before, used to your shy nature. But he found that he liked this voice. A lot actually. “Your Quirk isn’t what dictates whether you’re a hero or a villain. What truly matters is the person wielding it, and whether they decide to use their power for good or for evil”
“And you don’t think Shinsou would decide to use his Quirk to hurt others?”
“No! Shinsou-kun isn’t like that!” you insisted. “He might seem a bit distant, but he’s actually really nice! He wants to become a hero more than anyone, and I believe that he can do it! Shinsou-kun has a powerful Quirk and is really smart too! I would know since I’ve asked him for help sometimes on some of the classwork I didn’t understand! He also notices the days when I’m exhausted and leaves my favorite drink on my desk when he thinks I’m not looking.”
Well, damn. And he thought he’d been subtle about his crush. He really needs to work on that.
“He’s a really hard worker, and I know he’s looking forward to the sports festival, where he’s definitely going to do amazing at, an-an-and,” you were talking so quickly about all of Shinsou’s good points that you were beginning to trip over your words, “AND HE FEEDS KITTENS DURING LUNCH!” You gasped, hands shooting up to cover your mouth. Oh no, that last part wasn’t supposed to come out.
Tsubasa and Sayuri stared at you for a few moments, blinking at you. Then their lips curved into a mischievous grin. “So Shinsou feeds kittens during lunch, does he, Little Miss Stalker?” Sayuri teased.
“NO! That’s no-I wasn’t stalking him, I swear! He just, I just, I saw him walking outside one day and was going to say hi but he was petting this kitten and Shinsou was just so adorab-WAIT NO! Not Shinsou, I meant the cat! The cat was adorable! A-and the cat was so cute that I just kept going to watc-SHOOT!”
Tsubasa joined in on the fun. “Oh, so you watched him more than once, huh, Little Miss Stalker? And you thought he was adorable? You seem awfully fond of Shinsou.”
Your cheeks were bright red, and you could barely say three words without stuttering. “S-s-s-shut up!” you whimpered. “Don’t you dare tell S-Shinsou-kun about this! He’ll never talk to me again!”
“It’s alright, (Y/N). We’ll keep your little crush a secret.”
“Crush?!” you yelped. “I-it’s not like that!””
Sayuri wagged a finger in your face. “Denial isn’t good, little Stalker.”
You continued to protest against your friends, face becoming redder and redder by the second.
Shinsou stood outside the class, watching for a few more seconds before straightening himself and stepping back. He then turned to walk away, deciding that he would return to class later.
To others, he seemed to be his regular bored self, but he knew that wasn’t how he really felt at the moment. His heart was racing, not slowing down a bit even as he made his way farther and farther from his classroom. Though there wasn’t a prominent blush on his face, he could feel the tips of his ears burn. No one had ever said something like that about him before. No one had ever defended him so passionately like that before. But you, his crush, just did so. He felt so overwhelmed, all his hesitance, fear, and bitterness being pushed aside and replaced with pure elation.
He wandered the hallways for a bit then soon found himself outside, taking in a breath of fresh air. A nudge on his ankle made him glance down, and his lips quirked up at the kitten rubbing against his leg. Shinsou crouched down to lay his hand on the animal’s head.
All of a sudden, confessing to you did not seem even half as daunting as it did an hour ago.
“Oh shut up, you’re supposedly not even listening anymore,” Alya said. “This is possibly the most fascinating thing you’ve ever told me. I’m still half convinced you’re lying to me.”
“Listen, when we were in école together, Chloe and Marinette were inseparable.”
“Wait a minute,” Adrien perked up suddenly. “Chloe, that best girlfriend in the whole wide world you were always telling me about when we were kids….that was Marinette!?”
Marinette dug through her book bag, pulled out a pen, and held it out to Kim who was standing by her desk. “Here. Take it. Stab me with it. Do it.”
“We are not talking about that Adrien!!” Chloe screamed, standing up from her chair. “That was a part of my dark past how dare you bring it up!”
“Oh man, they did everything together,” Nino laughed. “Did arts and crafts projects together, went to the park together, got friendship bracelets together, it was super adorable.”
“We were like eight!” Marinette wailed. “Oh my God, that was forever ago!”
“Just makes it even more adorable,” Nino shrugged. “But yeah they announced to the whole class one day that if they didn’t have any boyfriends by the time they graduated lycée, that they were going to date each other and then get married. I humbly accepted the responsibility of marrying them myself, Juleka was going to be in charge of makeup, Max was in charge of fundraising, and Nathanael was going to design the invitations.”
“I have preliminary sketches if you want them,” Nathanael said from the back of the classroom. “I was thinking a pink and yellow theme. Possibly a spring wedding.”
“Oh my God, can I be Marinette’s maid of honor?” Alya gasped.
“There’s no wedding!” Marinette shrieked.
“I was going to be Chloe’s best man, so that works,” Adrien grinned. “Or wait. Does she get a maid of honor instead of a best man? How does that work again?”
“How about this?” Nino decided. “Alya is Marinette’s maid of honor. I’m Marinette’s best man. You’re Chloe’s best man. And Sabrina’s Chloe’s maid of honor. That way we’re all even.”
“Oh perfect!” Sabrina smiled, clapping her hands together. “I already started drafting a speech. I was hoping someone could take a look at it for me and tell me what they think.”
“Done!” Chloe announced, getting up from her seat. “Five thousand percent done! I’m burying myself in shame in the park! Don’t look for me!”