so adrien has a little problem: he likes marinette. like he really, honest-to-god likes her, and he doesn’t know what to do about it. his track record with girls isn’t so stellar. after he confessed his feelings to ladybug as chat noir, she calmly turned him down and admitted she liked someone else. so as nino would say, without a lady to tie him down, adrien agreste is single and ready to mingle.
but he’s always been single?? and what does mingle even mean?? like, nino, what the hell, dude?? help a man out.
so nino sits him down and explains how to get his crush. with his previous crush, nino tells him, adrien obviously didn’t do it right, and that’s why she turned him down (nino doesn’t know it was ladybug, and he just likes to think adrien was crushing on a supermodel who was totally out of even his league).
nino: “you gotta flirt, man. the ladies love a dude who’s chill and cool and confident. you gotta rock it and own it. you got this.” adrien: “but how? every time I go to her, she looks at me, and I can’t… make my words work.” nino: “….you two are perfect for each other.” adrien: “what?” nino: “what?”
nino gives him an article with a few tips for flirting. this shouldn’t be too bad, and hey, it worked on alya, nino swears by it. so with 10 Flirting Techniques That Are Garunteed to Work on Women on his mind, adrien is determined to woo the ladies.
1. set the stage with the “soft stare”: so all he had to do was stare at marinette as deeply as possible whenever they had a conversation while maintaining a calm and relaxed expression. marinette likes to stutter and stammer her ways through her words, and he couldn’t blame her, because he lost control when he tried to talk to her as well, and usually her antics made him smile and laugh. but according to the tips, he wasn’t allowed to.
it’s all good for a week or so, until nino pulls him aside and asks why he looks like he’s plotting how to murder marinette in her sleep like some type of serial killer every time he talks to her.
he stops talking to her after that. alya tracks him down a few days later and whacks him upside the head for making her best friend cry by ignoring her. adrien goes back to talking to marinette as normally as possible after that because it’s better to talk to her as friends than invoke his “killer smile” while trying to flirt.
2. be vague and leave her wanting more: adrien has this in the bag. he knows how to skirt around a topic, but that’s just because he has to make sure he kept his secret identity as a superhero of Paris a… secret. being vague is one of his best talents, it also helps with those stupid paparazzi who always follow him. the article offers some suggests: tell her you know a secret about her, tell her there’s something interesting about her and you can’t put your finger on it, tell her that’s she exactly your type but don’t tell her what you type actually is, etc. he spends most of the night plotting his exact words, and the next day, when he sees marinette, it just comes spilling out…
adrien: “i know your secret, marinette.” marinette: “…what?” well shit, adrien thought, the article didn’t tell him what happened after this. adrien: “…i know it. your secret… i knew there was something about you that i couldn’t put my finger on.” marinette: “…wait, so you know? ohmygodthiscan’tbehappening,ohmygod, how did you figure it out???”
adrien wasn’t sure what to do after this point, so like the article said, he leaves her wanting more and nopes the fuck outta there, cha-cha sliding out of the classroom and bolting down the hallway before she could catch him.
3. the sensual look: once a girl is comfortable around you, give her a mischievous look that makes her think. the article (and nino) never really explain what the girl will think about, but adrien totally supports girl empowerment and helping those smart cookies get the best grades and brilliance recognition they deserve. if a mischievous smile is all it takes, then he’s more than happy to help.
he flashes her a quirky smirk in Madame Bustier’s lecture, marinette notices and freezes up. he thinks he did it wrong when nino just leans closer and says, “you broke marinette.”
adrien apologizes after class and swears he’ll never break her again. marinette just mumbles, “you can break me anytime.”
adrien thinks it’s counterproductive.
4. the surprise wink: whenever you pass her, just wink after you lock eyes, nino says, she won’t expect it and it’ll surprise her but give her the clear and distinct message that you are flirting with her. adrien wants marinette to know he likes her and wants to flirt with he rand wants to date her and just be with her, so he winks every time he gets.
they see each other in class? wink he catches her eyes while they study for physics? wink they talk about madame bustier’s homework? wink she asks him for his opinion on her designs? wink
at first, she giggles. after two weeks, she presents him with a bottle of over-the-counter artificial tears for his “eye twitch.” he stops winking after that and doesn’t talk to nino for the rest of the day.
5. the playful bump: playful actions, like bumping, will definitely make a girl smile.
adrien: “but nino, i could hurt her.” nino: “no, my dude, she knows you’re teasing.” adrien: “i don’t care if she knows. what if i knock her over?” nino: “no, you don’t do it hard, you just–” adrien: “what if she falls over and breaks her nose? i don’t wanna break her nose, nino. she has a cute nose.” nino: “adrien, you’re not gonna break her–” adrien: “niNO”
6. the understatement: understate the compliments you give her, okay, okay, adrien can do this. it’s simple.
adrien: “marinette, your eyes are blue… like avatar’s skin. just blue.. all over.. it’s great. not the brightest blue, but not the darkest. just blue. you have blue eyes, marinette.” marinette: *is speechless* nino: “…you nailed that, adrien.” adrien: “oh thanks, nino.”
7. the double negative, “i don’t think you’re not beautiful”: adrien: “but i do think she’s beautiful.” nino: “i know, you’re telling her that.” adrien: “but you just said i don’t think she’s beautiful?” nino: “no, no, you said you don’t think she’s not beautiful, so ergo you think she is beautiful.” adrien: “…grammar hurts my head, nino.” nino: “i know, my dude, i understand.”
8. the sensual tease, tease her for liking you: okay, but adrien doesn’t know if marinette likes him like that? nino swears she does, and alya says so too, but it still makes him feel bad for teasing her. so he doesn’t tease her and just keeps doing stuff like he normally does, like walking her home from school and helping her study physics and giving her advice for her designs and keeping a stash of food for her on the mornings she runs late and he knows she didn’t have breakfast yet.
nino rolls his eyes, but adrien doesn’t care. his momma didn’t raise no hooligan. no, if he was going to flirt with marinette, at least he can be a gentleman about it.
9. the moniker: giving her a cute nickname will let her know how special she is. adrien spends a week thinking about it, and nino gives him a few suggestions, but he doesn’t listen. if he’s giving marinette a nickname, it has to be something he does because it’ll let her know she’s special to him.
a few days later, he slips up and calls her “princess” because she’s pretty, sweet, smart, likes pink, and is a natural born leader just like a royal. marinette freezes when he calls her that, but she smiles and laughs eventually. she seems to like it, and he keeps doing it. it’s fitting, he supposes, for someone like her. marinette, his princess.
does that mean he gets to be her knight?
nino calls him a nerd.
10. tell her how you feel: it’s the last step, and adrien agonizes over it for days. it can’t really be as simple as nino makes it out to be, but then again, his best friend has been dating a pretty sweet gal for months, so it obviously worked for him. adrien broods over it for a while, and alya warns him not to ignore marinette for days again, and he swears he isn’t. he’s just trying to find his courage. why oh why is it so much easier to face an akuma with certain death hanging over his head than tell a girl how he really feels?
marinette decides to take matters into her own hands, which he isn’t really surprised by because she usually is a head-strong, independent female. what he is surprised by is when ladybug swings into his bedroom window and transforms into marinette right before his very eyes.
marinette: “why are you ignoring me? did i do something wrong?” adrien: *adrien.exe has stopped working* marinette: “…adrien?” adrien: “…you’re… ladybug?!” marinette: “yeah, i know. you know. we’ve been over this–” adrien: “nononoNO, we most certainly haven’t.” marinette: *marinette.exe has stopped working* adrien: “…marinette?” marinette: “I… but you said you knew my secret.” adrien: “I WAS BEING VAGUE.” marinette: “WHY?!” adrien: “IVE BEEN FLIRTING WITH YOU.” marinette: “…you have?” adrien: “well, i was trying–”
plagg: *pops out of adrien’s pocket* “oh, are we trading secrets?” tikki: *pops out of marinette’s bag* “I think so?” plagg: *holds out paw to marinette* “fine. im plagg, i turn him into chat noir. nice to finally meet you. i’m glad you guys are finally telling each other, it’s been so tiring listening to him mooning over you. do you have any cheese?” marinette: “…you’re chat noir?” adrien: *dies*
so marinette and adrien are dating now, so in a way he thinks his plan worked? that doesn’t stop marinette from asking him how he thought he’d been flirting, so he tells her nino’s tips. she laughs for a week straight. that’s the last time he ever listens to nino.
an adrien version of this post. some people asked for an adrien version, it’s not directly a sequel, but still another au. just two nerds trying to flirt and failing spectacularly.
The boys eventually went back to the dorm once they realized that Taehyung probably wasn’t coming back. Namjoon filled everyone in on what went down, expecting Taehyung to probably come find you.
What no one was expecting though was the slump they found Taehyung in just an hour after the whole ordeal at your apartment. Initially, when they found the entire apartment dark, they figured that he was back at your place, finally having things figured out and just hanging out. But when Yoongi opened the door to his shared room with Taehyung, he found Taehyung curled up into a ball on his bed, tears flowing down his face void of any expression.
The boys tried to console him, putting the pieces together of what probably went down. It didn’t take a genius to see that things had gone from bad to worse. All Taehyung could say was “She won’t forgive me” over and over again.
Eventually, the boys left the room, deciding to give him some space. Well, most of the boys. Jimin stayed back and closed the door after the other five boys left.
“How could you do that?” he asked after a little bit, sitting down on the bed across from Taehyung’s. “How could you have believed manager hyung?” Jimin asked, his voice getting slightly louder.
Taehyung couldn’t answer. He didn’t know why he believed his manager instead of you. “Is it because you know hyung longer than Y/N?” he asked again, but still no answer.
“Dammit Taehyung answer me. Don’t you know how much pain you’ve put her through? You don’t get to sit here and cry about it now” Jimin said angrily.
“I DID TRY” Taehyung finally said back, startling Jimin a little. “I did try. I went to her apartment. But…But she won’t forgive me. Why should she? Jimin, she’s fucking moving because of this. I…I’ve lost her” Taehyung said, a fresh batch of tears falling from his eyes.
“W-what? She’s moving? But…but she’s friends with all of us. She..she wouldn’t leave all of us” Jimin said as if it was a fact.
“She probably thinks that you all feel the same way I did. That you won’t believe her” Taehyung said,
“But we would believe her. I would believe her..she can’t just leave like that. Tae…listen Taehyung…you have to fix this. Y/N is someone who has become precious to all seven of us and is not someone we should let go so easily. She’s especially special to you. We all know how you feel about her. And god we all know how she feels…well felt…about you. You have got to fix this.” Jimin said, placing a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder.
“You mean, she felt the same way about me?” Taehyung asked slowly.
“God you both are so blind. Yes, of course she felt the same way you idiot” Jimin said while laughing. “Look, she obviously cares a lot about us, you especially. I’m sure she’ll come around eventually, but you can’t just give up already because if you do, you really might lose her forever Tae. For now, we’re going to have to convince her to not move. After that, I’ll help you figure things out with Y/N. We’ll all help. I want you both to be happy.” Jimin said, finally standing up.
“Thanks…Jimin” Taehyung said as he wiped his tears away. Jimin was right, if he was going to get you back, he had to keep trying. Giving up after this one time wasn’t going to do anyone any good.
Jimin and Taehyung had rounded up all the boys to help them. And within a few minutes, the boys had come up with a way to at least stop you from moving…or at least to put it off.
Taehyung remembered that you were expecting someone at the door, and he thought it might have been the rumors. So, he sends out Jungkook waiting outside their door. And as expected, the movers come up pretty soon. Jungkook managed to stop them and send them back, telling the movers that they were no longer needed.
You stood inside your apartment with your eyes still red from crying before. After finally getting back to your feet, you realized that the movers were getting quite late. You call them, only to find out that they thought you canceled. They were quite pissed as they had come all the way, so they refused to schedule you in for another appointment.
“Great, just great,” you thought. It had taken you a while to find a trustworthy company to help you move, but now it seemed like you would have to try harder. As you fumbled browsed on your phone to find a new company, you heard the doorbell ring. You anxiously walk to the door, half expecting Taehyung again. But to your surprise, you find Yoongi.
You open the door, nervous about what he had to say. “Hey Y/N…mind if I come in?” he asks with a small smile.
You let him in and he stands just past the door, taking in the view in front of him. Everything was thrown about or in a cardboard box.
“Ah, so you’re really leaving us huh?” he asked.
“Yeah…I think it’s…it’s for the best oppa” you say back.
“Y/N, you don’t have to leave. We know what happened” Yoongi says, turning back to look at you. “We know what happened, and I’m sorry that things turned out the way they did. But…but you shouldn’t leave because of that! We’ve all grown fond of you…too fond maybe. And you leaving would really make us all upset….especially Taehyung” he said carefully.
“Look, I’m not here to tell you to forgive him…although that would be nice….” he said, trailing off. “But at least, don’t punish us all by leaving ok? We’d really miss you, squirt” he said, running his hands through his hair. He always did that when he was embarrassed, you noted months ago.
“Oppa…I don’t know if things will ever be the same with Taehyung again. I don’t want to leave you all either, but….I don’t know oppa” you say, crying again.
Yoongi was flustered, not knowing what to do since you were crying. “Y/N…I know that he should have believed you. But think about it from his shoes ok? What if someone told you that the boy that you’ve fallen in love with was just with you because of money?” he said. You never thought of that. Love? You stared at Yoongi in confusion.
“Y/N he pushed you away and believed our manager because he had so much to lose if he was right. Squirt, that boy is so foolishly in love with you that he pushed you away in pure fear. He hurt you before you had the chance to hurt him. And I’m not saying that what he did was right, but I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t know if I would have done anything differently if I was in his position. It’s easy for me and the rest of the guys to believe you because we’re friends. We’d believe you in a heartbeat. But for Taehyung, you’re so much more. He didn’t want to be hurt like that again.” Yoongi finished.
“A-Again?” you ask slowly.
“We’ve had lots of people approach us for the fame and fortune Y/N. It happens more than we care to admit. I guess that’s why it was so easy for Tae to believe it. But we’ve all been jaded because things like this have actually happened in the past. But I’d like to think that me and the rest of the guys have built our trust with you ever since we moved in. We’re glad we met you Y/N…so don’t move.” Yoongi said.
“Oppa…” you said, not knowing what to say.
“Look, take your time. I just wanted to say this and give you something to think about. Forgive him, don’t forgive him….it’s all your choice…bu–” he started but you cut him off.
“I…I think I forgive him” you said, quietly. Yoongi’s words really got through to you. He was right, you never stopped to think about it from his position. And it hurt your heart knowing that the boys had been hurt in the past due to people getting close to them with alternative motives.
“Wait…seriously?” Yoongi asked, surprised.
“Yeah…why, were you expecting me to put up more of a fight?” You said, giggling.
“Well…kinda, but like…the guys are all sitting in our room trying to figure out ways for Taehyung to get you back…I guess I should just send Tae over then?” Yoongi said as he walked back to the door.
“Wait! Uh…how about you not tell them that I have forgiven him already. I kinda want to see what he does” you say with a smile on your face.
“uh, that’s kinda cruel don’t you think?” Yoongi said while laughing.
“Hey! I think I deserve that much, don’t you think oppa!” you say frowning.
“Ok ok. Fine, your secret is safe with me I guess” Yoongi said. “I’m glad you’re staying squirt..” he said, opening the door.
“Me too oppa. Thanks for talking to me oppa, otherwise I don’t know what would have happened. And remember, don’t tell the rest of the guys!” you said as he heads out.
“Yeah yeah, just don’t give him too hard of a time,” he says as he walks to his own door.
The following days were spent with Taehyung constantly showing up at your door or at work with your favorite things. “I need you to know that I never been more sorry and that I won’t stop until you take me back as your friend Y/N” he would say frequently.
It was getting harder and harder to keep a straight face because you wanted nothing more than to just run into his arms and tell him that everything was ok. But you wanted to keep your fun going a bit longer. And it seemed like Yoongi was enjoying it too.
At the end of the week, you walked to your door only to find Taehyung standing outside with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.
“Y/N!” he said excitedly as he saw you. You loved how his eyes lit up when he saw you. And before you could catch yourself, you smiled at him. “YOU SMILED. AT ME!” he jumped.
“Uh..what are you doing here Tae,” you asked.
“AND YOU CALLED ME TAE AGAIN!” he said, jumping even more. Dammit, you were slipping too much. “At this rate, you might just forgive me within the year,” he said, winking at you while giving you his infamous box smile. You felt your heart melt, and if there was even an ounce of hurt and anger left, it was certainly all gone now.
“For you….your favorites,” he said, handing you the bouquet of lilies. You took them in and took the scent of your favorite flowers. And as soon as your eyes went to meet his, you were pulled into a hug. You were stunned by the sudden contact, but you didn’t resist it. You missed his familiar scent and strong hold on you, too much to push him away.
“Please, don’t be so hard no me Y/N. I need you to know how much I care about you. I…I love you so much. And not just as a friend, but something more. And according to someone who’s name rhymes with Vimin, you felt the same way about me.” he said and you could feel yourself blush and heart race. Dang it Jimin.
“So…please take me back. I need you in my life Y/N, ever since I met you. I don’t want to waste any more time without you. I’ll spend the rest of our time together trying to make you forgive me, but please just let me know that there’s a chance for that. That I still have some space in your heart” Tae said, still holding you tightly. You could feel his increased heart race.
But you couldn’t hold it in anymore and you let yourself giggle into his arms. He pulls away from you, slightly shocked. “What…was that too cheesy?” he asks as a slight blush appears on his cheeks.
“Just…just a little,” you say, still giggling. You take a moment to stop smiling and finally staring into his warm eyes. You walk closer him, missing his warmth that enveloped you just moments before. You hold onto the sleeves of his shirt, something you’ve always done when you wanted to be close to him. “But Tae…there is that chance,” you say as you smile warmly at him. “I actually…I actually forgave you that first day, after Yoongi oppa came and talked to me…” you say, finally revealing your little secret.
“…what,” Taehyung said, utterly shocked. “You mean to tell me that you forgave me over a week ago, and I’ve been here sulking all week because I thought you would never forgive me! Y/N!” he whined, putting his hands on your waist as if it was the most natural thing.
“Hey! Yoongi oppa knew too! I’m surprised he didn’t tell you sooner, I was wondering when he was going to break” you said as you began giggling again.
“Wah, I guess I deserve that,” Taehyung said, smiling again.
“What else did you have planned out though? I don’t know how much longer I could have pretended to be angry” you ask curiously.
“I don’t even remember Y/n. Me and the boys planned so many things, I think I could write a book– ‘How to get your girlfriend to forgive you’ by Kim Taehyung” he said, laughing at his own words.
“Girl…girlfriend?” you asked, lifting up an eyebrow.
“Do I even have to tell you how I feel for you? I said earlier, didn’t I? I love you so much, sweet girl. And I’m pretty sure you like me too. So I really want to see where this relationship goes Y/N if you would give me the chance” he said, looking into your eyes lovingly.
You could only lose yourself in his eyes. You had to give it to yourself though, for holding out the entire week without running back to Taehyung. “Of course,” you said, smiling back.
And within the next second, Tae placed his warm lips on yours. The kiss was everything you always dreamed it would be with him. Warm, sweet, and loving.
“EWW GET A ROOM!” you heard Jungkook call. Surprised, you both turn to see all 6 boys standing by their door, watching you both.
“Yah Jungkook-ah! You shouldn’t have interrupted them!” Jin scolded.
“Oops,” Jungkook says, laughing. You giggle, still holding onto Taehyung.
You felt Taehyung slowly pull away from you. “Yoongi hyung… I think you and I need to have a talk” Taehyung says with a fake smile on his face.
“Run hyung!” said Hoseok.
“Oh shit,” Yoongi says as he runs back into this apartment with Taehyung chasing him. You couldn’t help but smile at the scene in front of you and your heart swelled with happiness. You were complete again.
A/N: Ok.. so this is the last part!! Thank you all so much for reading this and for all the support for this series. It has been absolutely great to see the response for this. I’ll be writing an epilogue for this sometime soon, so keep an eye out for it. But please let me know what you all thought of this series overall. Would you like to see future projects?
High school reunion AU for @zimmbitty who planted the idea in my head. I hope my loss sleep makes you happy.
An AU where Jack and Bitty happened to go to the same high school for maybe a year or two. (Here their age difference is around 3 years.)
How you ask? Coach is filling in temporarily maybe not as a Football coach but in some other position. It doesn’t matter *waves hands to misdirect from possible plot holes* just go with it…
Bitty is still into figure skating and in this high school, they have an actual ice skating ring in the premises!!!
And his skating lessons are usually before the hockey team plays. At first, he avoids the team but slowly realises they didn’t really care what he did so long as he left the ice on time.
Then Bitty started watching the practices and hockey looked kind of fun, (if you ignored the checking…) and maybe if he got into hockey he and Coach would have more stuff in common to talk about.
So one day after hockey practice is over, Bitty sneaks back into the ice with a broken hockey stick he found in the dumpster and put back together with duct tape and a flatted out can, and starts trying to get a hang of how the sport works.
A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you guys will like this as much as my first one. I kind of ramble on but please bear with me lol. Request: could i request a zach dempsey x reader where the reader is babysitting zach’s sister, and zach haven’t met the babysitter yet and one day he goes home early and falls in love with her?
“I’ll be there tomorrow morning Mrs. Dempsey.”
“Alright love, thank you so much!”
I smile as I close the door after Zach’s mom who asked me to babysit Zach’s little sister, May. She mentioned that she will have to go to Chicago for the weekend to take care of something and I was assigned to be May’s companion overnight since her brother is an extremely busy guy. The Dempseys are a close family friend, too bad I’m not really that close with Zach or May. It’s probably because we go to different high schools and it doesn’t really help that I can be anti-social at times. I know nothing about them, and they know nothing about me in return so it’s all good.
The next morning
“I’ll be leaving now or else I’ll miss my flight! Thank you so much again Y/N for babysitting. I’ll see you girls tomorrow morning alright? Feel at home love, my number’s on the fridge if you need me and I left money for any emergency. Zach won’t be here until dinner tonight. He has basketball practice.” Mrs. Dempsey says as she bids goodbye to Zach’s little sister and I.
“Got it Mrs. Dempsey! We’ll see you tomorrow.” I finally say with a smile.
“Bye mom! I’ll be good, I promise!” May puts her right thumb out to her mom and waves goodbye.
“So, what do you want to do today, May?” I ask her as we’re left alone inside the house.
“Hmm, I don’t really have anything in mind. Oh wait I know! Let’s style each other’s hair.” She suggests with a gleam in her eyes; she looked so excited.
“Sure kiddo.” I reply with a smile and we proceed to the living room to watch TV. May got all of her hair accessories from her room for us to use. She decided that it’d be fun to start with my hair first and put them in pigtails and so she did. She chose these pink puffy hair bands to tie my hair. May had long, black and shiny hair which reminded me of Katniss Everdeen so naturally, I chose to put her hair in a fish tail braid.
“Wow Y/N, you’re really good at this!” she beams after her make over.
“Why thank you, Miss Everdeen.” I reply with a bow and she giggles in response.
A couple of hours later and it was almost lunch time. May wanted to order pizza and so we did. She didn’t like vegetables so we opted for a classic cheese pizza instead. A few minutes later and the doorbell rang, I ran to the door to open it, with the money in my left hand.
“Thank you so–” I begin to greet the pizza man but a ginormous, muscular guy hovered above me instead.
It was not the way he expected it to go down. Which, honestly, was rather impressive because in the past two years of their partnership Chat Noir must have plotted out at least 50 different possible scenarios in which he finally heard the coveted words.
They had been joking around, legs swinging off the edge of of the parapet and laughing, enjoying the warm breeze.
“Come on, you can’t tell me that your birthday is this week and not let me get you a present,” Chat whined, “what sort of partner would I be.”
“The last thing I need for my birthday is a dead rat on my doorstep,” Ladybug teased as she once again failed to do a Jacob’s ladder with her Yo-yo. She scowled down at her weapon and Chat had to bite back a laugh. There was something incredibly endearing about the fact that for all the truly amazing things she had done with the magical item, she couldn’t seem to get the hang of a simple trick.
“Ah, but you know that I won’t be giving you that, because I don’t know where your doorway is,” Chat grinned, “so your argument against my giving you a gift is invalid.”
She rolled her eyes, but he could see her fighting back a smile.
“Come on,” he whispered, dropping his chin onto her shoulder, “I’ll get you anything you want.”
“Anything?” she asked, twisting her head to look at him and causing their noses to brush together.
“Cross my heart and swear not to die, because I already promised you I wouldn’t after what happened last month.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, her lips twisting into the disapproving pout that had become one of his favorite expressions. Not that he had a lack of those where she was concerned. Still, this particular look of fond annoyance was easily in the top 20.
“Please?” he cajoled, stretching out the vowels like a hopeful child asking for a new toy.
She looked away and Chat smiled. If she couldn’t meet his eyes it meant she was caving.
“If Mayor Bourgeois is allowed to give you a statue, the least I should be allowed to do is get you a birthday present,” he whispered, trying not to fist pump as he saw her bite her lower lip. Victory was almost assured at this point. “Please?” he said again.
“Anything?” she asked hesitantly.
“Anything,” he assured her in the same quiet voice while internally he screamed in triumph. In fact he would probably be annoying Plagg later with his obligatory victory dance.
Ladybug said nothing, continuing to stare out into the night, but Chat had learned patience was the key to these sorts of moods, so he simply waited, his head continuing to lull against her shoulder.
“Yes My Lady?”
“You love me right?”
He felt his breath catch in his throat. He knew she didn’t mean it the way he wanted her to. It was a friendly statement, a joking lead-in to a request that usually meant she was insecure about something. It wasn’t the first time she had said it, but he still couldn’t help but be affected by the words.
“Of course, to the end of my nine lives and beyond,” he said, his tone light despite the rapid pounding of his heart.
“And you won’t make fun of me?” she said, with just enough of a tremor in her voice to belie her playful smile.
“Never. Cat’s honor.”
She took a deep breath and reached her hand up to pull at the collar of her suit.
“What are you doing?” Chat squawked his face turning beet red as her fingers slide beneath the fabric and down towards her collar bone.
She gave him a bemused smirk as she pulled out a carefully folded note, much to Chat’s simultaneous relief and dismay.
“Never figured you for a prude,” she said tapping him on the nose with the paper.
“What is so important that you felt the need to carry it around under your suit?” he grumbled, then instantly regretted his outburst when her shoulders hunched slightly. “Is it a picture of me? Admit it you pull it out to stare at it when I am not around.” He gave her his most salacious smirk and she gave him a playful shove, the momentary flash of doubt replaced with amusement. He mentally high fived himself on the nice save. Another thing to brag to Plagg about when they got home.
“No. It’s a letter.”
“I assume you are either going to elaborate, or you have decided to pursue a lifelong dream of becoming the world’s greatest calligrapher.”
“Never mind, you never did appreciate my sense of humor.”
“It’s a letter for my crush.”
His heart sank.
“It’s stupid,” she said hurriedly, “it’s not even signed. I don’t know what is wrong with me that I can’t even bring myself to give him an anonymous love letter. I stupidly thought that maybe I would get lucky and could run in to him as Ladybug and maybe then I could…” she trailed off with a miserable laugh that broke his heart far worse than her infatuation with someone else.
“It’s horrible,” she cried, scooting back just enough so that she could look at him, “seriously, you have no idea how pathetic I have been.”
“Come on it can’t be that bad.”
“For months I couldn’t even speak a complete sentence in front of him,” she wailed, “much less tell him how I feel!”
“That’s totally normal.”
“Oh, it get’s better. Because I wasn’t just content to make a fool of myself. No then I compensated by getting worse! My room is plastered with pictures of him. I have one framed on my nightstand!”
“You are hardly the first person alive to go overboard about a crush,” Chat said thinking of his own hoard of fangirls that had only increased as he edged closer to adulthood.”
“I wrote down his schedule on my calendar. In detail! Every time I learned something new, up it would go in big swirly cursive with little hearts and everything.”
“OK, that’s admittedly a little weirder,” Chat winced, although he was somewhat amused at the image of her dotting little hearts all over the place, “still it could be-”
“I stole his phone!”
“OK yeah, you’re crazy.”
“I told you. Instead of just confessing to him like a normal person I turned into,” she gestured helplessly at herself, “this.”
“But at least you admit it,” he said kindly. “and if need be I can get you the name of an excellent therapist.”
She gave him a weak smile, and he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into a gentle hug.
“I thought if I could just give him this letter, even if he didn’t know it was from me, then I could… I donnow, not move on exactly but, get better, maybe?”
She fiddled with the piece of paper in her hand and somehow, seeing her like this- relaxed and vulnerable, and just a little bit insane- made him love her even more.
Maybe they would never amount to anything. Maybe she would end up with this mystery crush, or the next one. But in that moment Chat knew that he would never regret loving this girl. He would be happy to stay by her side in whatever way she needed him. That would be enough.
“Do you want me to give it to him for you?” he asked, any regret he might have felt vanishing at the hopeful look that sprang to her eyes.
“Of course Bugaboo. Although, if this turns into some sort of wacky rom-com where he thinks that I am the secret admirer and starts chasing after my dazzling good looks and unparalleled charm, you are not allowed to make it my fault.”
“Ok,” she laughed, leaning her head back against his shoulder with a sigh that he could swear reverberated in his very soul.
“So who am I delivering this to anyways?” he asked a little shakily carefully plucking the letter from her and slipping into into the pocket of his suit. “Who is this dashing rogue who has turned you into a literal lovesick schoolgirl?”
“Adrien Agreste,” she confessed with a blush. “I’m in love with Adrien Agreste.”
It was definitely not how he had expected things to go down. Never in a million years would he have dreamed up this scenario when he finally heard the coveted words- his name on her tongue, her voice saying that she loved him, HIM, of all people.
It was not what he expected- but damn if it still wasn’t the greatest moment in his life.
Look who’s back to her 4 word prompts! On to the next one! (Not taking any new ones just finishing up the ones I have.
A/N: I was thinking of making this a two part. Should I make a part two and have it a fight/make up/ smut? Let me know! If so, I’ll post part two ASAP! :D
“Don’t go near ________ with that, she hates spiders.”
A slow, sneaky grin spreads across Justin’s face. Your brother Alex warns him again, but it does no good. Justin takes a step forward and you take one back, arms up in mock surrender. Being deathly afraid of spiders your whole life, you didn’t want anything to do with them. Justin is holding a huge, hairy spider in his hand and the look he’s giving you is unsettling.
Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.
Paring: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: A lot of emotions, a lot of fluffy and a little of smut.
@drinkfantasy thank you so much for being my beta. You are the best.
You are so happy, you can’t believe that today you are finally going to sleep on your own bed. “You know, I really like to see you wearing my clothes.” You smile at Bucky’s words as he hugs you from behind.
“I like to wear them, they smell like you.” You are wearing a pair of leggings and one of his sweaters. It’s so big and comfortable. “You can keep it if you want, it looks really good on you.” You turn around kissing him on the lips. “You are going to regret this, in a couple months you are not going to have any more clothes to wear.” You say playful, taking his hair out of his forehead.
“I don’t mind, I can always steal them back and this way they are gonna smell like you.” He is so sweet, you can’t believe how kind and precious Bucky Barnes can be, especially after everything he has been through.
Oh my god I am actually crying. EVERYTHING HAPPENED SO FUCKING FAST. I NEED TO PROCESS THIS OMG. OKAY SO FIRST LET’S TALK ABOUT EMMA IN NEVERLAND. SHE NEARLY FELL OVER BUT SHE’S LIKE “NOPE MY HUSBAND NEEDS ME” AND EVERYONE’S LIKE “WTF” AND SHE’S JUST SAYS “KILLIAN?!” AND THEN SHE FUCKING SHOVES THAT LOST BOY
LIKE NO ONE’S KEEPING HER FROM HER TRUE LOVE AND IN THE BACKGROUND KILLIAN AND TIGER LILY AND FIGHTING THE OTHER BOYS. I MEAN WHO NEEDS SWORDS WHEN YOU’VE GOT HANDS RIGHT?!?! AND THEN THEY OVERPOWER THE LOST BOYS (APPARENTLY 3 VS 20 AND THE 3 WIN) AND THEY COME BACK TO STORYBROOKE IN LIKE TWO MINUTES. IT’S LITERALLY IN-AND-OUT.
SHE’S ALL WORRIED FOR KILLIAN’S WELLBEING AND GIVES BACK THE HOOK AND EVERYTHING AND I’M STILL REELING FROM HOW QUICKLY THAT HAPPENED LIKE IT FEELS LIKE A FUCKING DREAM I CAN’T
AND THEN HE APOLOGISES FOR EVERYTHING AND IS ALL “I SHOULD HAVE NEVER EVEN CONSIDERED RUNNING AWAY” THAT SPEECH OMG IT WAS WHAT I WANTED FOR AGES AND EMMA’S REACTION LIKE “IT’S FINE I FORGIVE YOU I DIDN’T REALLY GIVE YOU TIME TO TALK” AND I WAS LIKE YASS
AND THEN SHE’S LIKE WE GOTTA PATCH YOU UP AND HE’S LIKE “W8 I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING” AND YOU SEE HER APPREHENSION LIKE “WHAT’S GOING ON WITH THIS GUY HE’S HURT AND HE’S PUTTING OFF GETTING BETTER KILLIAN R U OK”
AND FUCKING THEN
HE PULLS OUT THE FUCKING GODDAMN RING, MAKING ME SCREAM LIKE A FUCKING PTERADACTYL AND REGINA AND HENRY ARE MY SPIRIT ANIMALS IN THIS SCENE, NOT WANTING TO BE A THIRD WHEEL
AND THEN THE FUCKING SPEECH THAT WE WERE ALL CHEATED OUT OF IN THE FIRST ENGAGEMENT HAPPENS. YOU KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT. THE ROMANTIC SPEECH THAT HAPPENS BEFORE EVERY FUCKING ENGAGEMENT THAT NEEDS TO BE PLANNED AND BEAUTIFUL AND I WAS SCREAMING AND CRYING JUST LIKE EMMA
LOOK AT HOW SHE LOOKS AT HIM THIS IS THE LOOK OF TRUE LOVE PEOPLE PASS IT ON. THIS IS THE LOOK OF HAPPINESS AND I CAN’T EVEN. AND KILLIAN IS LIKE “I WILL ALWAYS BE BY YOUR SIDE NO MATTER WHAT” AND I WAS FUCKING BAWLING AT THIS POINT BECAUSE THIS RIGHT HERE IS MY OTP
AND THEN HE GETS DOWN ON ONE KNEE AND IS LIKE “WILL YOU MARRY ME” AND AT THIS POINT I’M BASICALLY A HOT MESS
AND THEN THE YES HAPPENS
AND YOU SEE THE LITTLE LAUGH OF RELIEF/PURE HAPPINESS THAT HE DOES WHEN SHE SAYS YES AND HER SMILE IS SO WIDE AND BEAUTIFUL AND OML THIS SCENE IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED.
I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW I NEEDED THIS EXACT SCENE UNTIL IT HAPPENED. AND I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED IT TO HAPPEN IN THIS WAY. THE ANGST IS OVER; THE TRUE LOVE IS BACK; AND CAPTAIN SWAN IS FUCKING ENGAGED WITH TRULY NO WALLS, NO SECRETS THIS TIME AND I CAN’T I’M GOING TO PASS OUT FROM THIS
THIS IS MY OTP. MY FUCKING OTP OVERCOMING THE ODDS AGAIN AND AGAIN. MY OTP GETTING A FUCKING WEDDING AT THE END OF THE SEASON AND MY OTP BEING FUCKING BRILLIANT IN GENERAL IT PAINS ME HOW MUCH I LOVE THEM GUYS I CAN’T.
“I’m fucking illiterate. There’s no point in doing any of this work, Y/N” Jeff sunk lower in his chair. He looked around the library, tapping his pencil at a fast rate.
He hadn’t gotten above a C in English since his freshman year, and he’d never wanted to. That was, until he’d met Y/N.
She made him want to be better, above anything else. And when she offered to tutor him in English, he dropped Clay as his tutor. At least for that subject.
“Jeff, come on. Plenty of people still get homophones mixed up. Hell, when I review my papers I have to go through two different spell check systems because I make mistakes. Okay?” He pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit he had made, it was something he did when he was frustrated.
“Okay, they’re staring.” He looked at the table next to them, a few freshman and sophomores stared at them.
“Who cares, focus on your paper.” Y/N looked back down at her notes, she’d been doing her own homework at the same time as tutoring him. Jeff put a hand on her knee.
“I get that the wifi’s out at my house. But why can’t we go to your place again?” He laid his head down on the table so he could make eye contact with his girlfriend.
“For this exact reason. My dad’s not your biggest fan after last week. They don’t even want us alone upstairs with the door open. So the library will do.” She removed his hand from her knee.
Jeff smirked, remembering the prior week’s events.
“Maybe Clay should go back to being your only tutor. Oh, don’t give me that look, Atkins. You know I wanna help.” Y/N ran her hands through her boyfriend’s hair. He formed his lips into a pouting expression.
“Face it. I’m a lost cause. My girlfriend can’t get anything through my head. The smartest kid in school can’t get me to retain any information. I’m stupid.” He threw his pencil down and slammed his textbook shut, breathing heavily.
He believed it. He said it all the time. A C average GPA didn’t make anyone feel great. But with all of his friends being athletes, he was surrounded by those who thrived and could juggle both school work and sports.
“I’m never gonna get into college.” He said quickly, shaking his head.
“Jeff that’s not-” he continued before letting her finish, not even acknowledging that she’d begun to speak.
“No matter if I hit a home run every single time I’m up to bat this season, I won’t get into any college. Grades matter, Y/N. Being smart matters.”
He grabbed his backpack and stuffed all of his notes and his textbook into his backpack. After he jammed everything into the bag, he tried to zip it. He roughly yanked the bag around, trying as hard as he could before giving up by shoving the full bag off of the table. His hands covered his face, he was crying.
“Let’s go to the car.” Y/N grabbed his backpack, gently working the zippers until they finally shut. She swung the bag over her shoulder, keeping her messenger bag on her other shoulder.
“Come on.” She said firmly.
He scooted his chair out, getting up and walking out of the library faster than she’d anticipated. Y/N caught up with him, soon walking beside him, neither said a word.
“Sorry- I’m sorry if I made a scene.” He mumbled as the two approached his car.
“We need to talk. Even if you don’t want to.” She sighed, opening the passenger door and sliding in.
“You wanna know why I think I’m stupid?You, My own girlfriend gave up on me. Is it possible to sink lower than that?” Y/N handed Jeff his backpack, knowing that would force him to look at her.
“Why the hell would you say that?” Her eyebrows furrowed.
“I’m an idiot. What’s gonna happen when I don’t get into college? And I’m here for the rest of my life, still managing the batting cages. And you’re off at some big city actually living your life.” He was being honest about how he felt, that she knew for sure now.
“Stop it. But how the hell do you think this means I want to give up on you? I’d never. You’re giving up on yourself.” Y/N slid over the middle seat of his pick up truck and leaned her head on his shoulder.
“You don’t wanna tutor me. You can’t tutor me. I’m a lost cause, aren’t I? Even Clay gets frustrated ‘cause I can’t learn.” Jeff snaked his arm around her shoulders.
She looked at him. He knew she’d get frustrated. He knew she’d say it was untrue. But it wasn’t untrue. It just wasn’t.
“Jeff, that’s not how I meant it. I just think it’s hard to mix business with pleasure. Do you know what I mean?” She smirked at him before soothing him by drawing small circles on his hand with her thumb.
“My stupidity is too distracting to get through any actual teaching.” He stared at the peddles of his vehicle.
“You know what I think your problem is?” She sat up, staring at him with her arms folded across her chest.
“What’s that?” He looked up, smiling weakly.
“Baseball comes really easily to you. You’re a natural. Maybe I’m not a natural at sports, but I’m a natural with school. Don’t you see? We all have strengths and weaknesses and sometimes we have to work harder to accomplish certain things.” She was proud of her explanation. He just stared at her for a little while.
“Jenson’s best to help me. You’re right.” He grabbed the tips of her hair and twirled them around his fingers.
“You know what else I’m right about?” She grinned at him. He arched an eyebrow, not totally sure as to what was going to be said next.
“What’s that?” He verbally acknowledged her.
“My parents won’t know if we study at the abandoned parking lot on Lincoln instead of at the library.” She grabbed his knee the way he had grabbed hers in the library.
His eyes widened, before a shit eating grin took over his face.
“Well alrighty.” He looked behind, backing out of the school lot quickly. This was something he thought they were both naturally just fine at.
Author’s Note: I decided to write this to celebrate the trailer of American Assassin coming out and it was a fucking amazing trailer. Dyl looked so good. oml. I want to thank like all my friends for encouraging me that this is good! I wanna thank @dumbass-stilinski for looking it over, helping me with some parts, and just being amazing all around. You da best babe. I hope you guys enjoy!!
(n.) the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement
An arranged marriage AU.
Paring: OT7. Genre: fluff, angst, a lot of suggestive parts and eventual smut. Waring: Mild sexual content Word count: 6.1k Author’s note: Part 5 is the final chapter, I am discontinuing the series. An ending post with a summarized ending will be posted along with a short explanation as to why I’m discontinuing. Overall, thank you for reading guys!
Summary: You’re hoping a night out will help you forget about the Super soldier you’re pining over, but the night takes a turn you didn’t expect.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: alcohol consumption, drunk!reader, language, angst, protective Bucky, un beta’d
A/N: This is the first thing I’ve wrote in like a month [?!] I’m trying to get back into writing, so any ideas/requests are welcome right now! I can’t promise I’ll do them straight away, but if the inspiration strikes I’ll definitely work on it.
You knew you were going to regret coming out with Nat and Wanda. As much as you loved spending time with your best friends, being at a bar wasn’t the best place for you in your current state of mind. The drink you consumed soon loosened both your mind and body, distracting you from the thoughts of Bucky and his latest prodigies.
God, for an almost 100 year old, he sure was clueless. You’d been pining for him pretty much since he arrived at the compound. I mean, who wouldn’t? He’s gorgeous, he makes you smile, he has this vulnerability about him that just makes you want to wrap him in your arms and never let go. But then, he’s also badass as hell and you knew he’d protect you with his life.
He chose to spend nights with random women, who you were sure we’re only after him for being an Avenger. That frustrated the hell out of you. You’d happily be with him, forever- not just for one sleazy night.
Pairing: Reader x Bucky Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: Period talk, fluff
A/N: I wasn’t sure if this was exactly a request, but I laughed at the ask and couldn’t resist writing a oneshot about it!
A sharp stabbing pain in your lower abdomen jerks you from sleep. Before you can let out a low groan of pain, a high pitched shriek pierces your ears, emanating from behind you. Snapping your head around, you see your boyfriend staring at your bed sheets in horror.
“Buck?” you say, wondering what was so horrifying it made him scream like a school child,
“Oh god, doll,” Bucky’s head snaps up and his eyes meet yours. In the blink of an eye he’s navigated his way around the bed and is kneeling in front of you, “Oh god, what happened?”
Your brows knit together in confusion as you watch him extend and retract his hand from your body, like he wanted to touch you but was scared to, “What’re you-?”
An Ice Cream Misunderstanding | Zach Dempsey x Reader
Genre: Romance, Jealousy, Fluff POV: Reader’s/First Person
A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first ever write-up that I am posting, so please be nice. Haha. If you have requests, don’t hesitate to message me and I’ll get back to you. Jealous Zach will always be my favorite Zach for some reason, next to dumb baby Zach. Anyway, enjoy!
“Baby can we go get some ice cream?” my boyfriend says with puppy eyes as he laid his head on my thighs while we were seated in front of the TV watching a movie.
“I think there’s some chocolate ice cream in the fridge left.” I reply, as I stroke his head with my hand.
“But baby, you know I like pistachio, from that place, our favorite ice cream parlor?” he whines with a pout as he looks at me with puppy eyes again.
“Puh-lease?” he pouts as he grabs my hand and places it under his chin.
“I hate you Zach Dempsey.” I reply as I laugh and shake my head.
“Let’s go then.” I reply as I pinch his cheeks and a wide grin forms on his face.
“Thank you baby I love you!” he replies as he sits up on the sofa and pinches the bridge of my nose.
“Zachary! Don’t!” I reply as I stand up and run to the bedroom to get the car keys and my purse.
We both get ready and head on out of the house to go to our favorite ice cream parlor. Zach drives for the both of us most of the time, but he got an injury during a basketball game, and he was told not to do any activities for 2 weeks. Those 2 weeks are almost done, and he’s healing very well. We reach the ice cream parlor but there weren’t any parking spaces near it, so we had to park quite far. We got off of the car and started walking, Zach held my hand as we walked. While we were walking hand in hand, a familiar voice yelled out my name which made Zach and I look behind us to check who it was.
“Y/N!” the familiar voice yells as he waves his hand from side to side.
I am dying for some Negan smut. your rick smuts are so smutty and just (swoon) filthy… I really wanna see a smut where he gets mad at you (idc what for) and teaches you a lesson bc lets be real.. we all need a spanking from that man. basically just porn, I trust you’ll know what to do with that!
How about a request for a one shot where the female reader lives in the sanctuary fluff or smut ensues.
Kind of combined these two requests, hope you all enjoy! This is for my favorite person on tumblr @zaddygrimes! I hope you love this filthy Negan smut! 💖
Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Spanking, Dirty Talk
A/N: I’m back! Sorry I’ve been so MIA lately, but this is my VERY FIRST Negan fic and I’m so excited/nervous to share it with you and I hope it’s not horrible! Also that gif, omg I couldn’t resist!