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[Miraculous Ladybug]: Just Asking For Some Privacy

finally get to reveal my fic from the ML Ultimate Guess Who Game that @mlficwritersanon​ organized!! also, it’s in the top 10 of fics with most kudos which, wow, holy shit, thank you so much :)

i don’t write gen fics often so it was really heartwarming to see one get this much attention, so thank you all so much for those of you left kudos and comments (even though you didn’t know it was me :P) 

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: Just Asking For Some Privacy 
Pairings: Gen Fic: Marinette/Ladybug, Adrien/Chat Noir, Chloe/Queen Bee, Alya/Volpina
Summary: “No but she’s right. What the heck could the four of us possibly have to do that’s apparently so important that it needs to be done in private, in an abandoned locker room, and in the middle of an akuma attack?”

The latter half of Adrien’s sentence hung in between the four of them while they all stood in silence and narrowed their eyes at each other.

Now that Adrien mentioned it…that was a little weird.

Just Asking For Some Privacy

So here’s the thing.

Finding the perfect hiding spots for transforming and detransforming was easily the most difficult part about being a superhero. Hands down.

One minute you’re running into the girl’s bathroom on the fourth floor about to jump out the window and save the city, the next you’re hiding in the bathroom stall from a mob of older lycée girls touching up their makeup before their first period class, balancing precariously on a toilet, and getting frantic calls from your teammates about why you’re not there to help fight an akuma the literal size of the Eiffel Tower.

Then you have to show up to a fight and explain why your foot is drenched in toilet water all while maintaining the grace and dignity of Ladybug, a.k.a Team Leader, a.k.a. Should Probably Have Her Crap Together Better Than This. You’d think that after a year of being Ladybug this part of the job description would get easier, but apparently that’s just too much to ask for .

“You know it’s not as bad as you think,” Tikki whispered to Marinette as she walked to her next class. “At least you have a lot of free time in between classes and after school to get some privacy. Some Ladybug’s didn’t even have that.”

Marinette pouted. “I know you’re just trying to put things in perspective, but it’s still annoying. I had to transform underneath the reference desk in the library today. I cannot emphasize how impossible that felt in the moment.”

Tikki shrugged and dipped back into Marinette’s bag when she spotted students passing them in the halls. “Might be worth trying to find a new official transformation spot now that you’re in a new school for lycée.”

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The Same Boy || Peter Parker x Reader

{summary: Being best friends with Ned was both a blessing and a curse: you got to see your crush, Peter, on a near daily basis, yet he doesn’t seem to like you that much, always remaining tight lipped and quiet whenever you were around.

Lucky for you, you can always count on Spider-Man to be there for you when you want to vent to him about your hopeless crush! But lately, it seems like your feelings are being split between Peter Parker and Spider-Man as you find yourself falling for both boys….}

warnings: none

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Who Will Protect You? || Peter Parker x Reader

{summary: After Peter Parker witnesses a young superhero who goes by the alias Midnight quickly diffuse a hostage situation at the bank, he begins to admire her while searching for her true self.

His search for Midnight’s identity leads him to Hagstrom Academy [1], where he briefly sees a young woman who reminds him of his favorite superhero. Convinced that she is Midnight, he takes a photograph of her and keeps her picture at his desk to always inspire him to do what’s right, no matter how difficult the situation may be.

However, things start to get a little awkward for Peter when his aunt May sees Midnight’s picture on his desk, and she is completely convinced that Midnight is Peter’s girlfriend! Unable to explain the true reasoning behind why he keeps a photograph of her, Peter must find a way to introduce her to his Aunt May…

Could things get any worse for him?}

warnings: none, just a half naked Peter near the end. But it’s nothing too explicit or sexual, really, I promise.

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Regarding (Y/N) - Request

Requested by anon: So the reader has a a stuffed animal moose same gave her but in order to protect her he ask castiel to erase her memories of him she ends up leaving the stuff animal and going back to her life at home but then sees the Winchesters in the impala and she follows them to the hotel and when they leave she goes through there stuff finding the moose and she begins to cry not knowing why but sam Comes back and she remembers everything and gets upset!
& anon: Sam X Reader something like regarding dean except the reader is losing her memory?

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader.

Word count: 2.520

Warnings: Bit of angst.

A/N: I changed the story a bit. Also, I’m cheesy as Hell in this one, sorry.


Originally posted by adaav

“I’m fine, Sam,” she assured, “I’m perfectly fine.”

“Right, then what’s in your hand?” Sam inquired angrily.

She looked down to her hand; she had totally forgotten she was holding something. “It’s a… a stuffed toy.”

“A stuffed toy…” Sam repeated, “Shaped like which animal?”

“Like a…” She licked her lips, and looked behind Sam’s shoulder. Dean was trying to tell her the answer, mouthing it. “Like a goose.”

Dean face palmed as Sam rolled his eyes.

“Moose, (Y/N), it’s a moose.” Sam argued, giving her his sad puppy eyes. “Crowley calls me like that… Don’t you remember?”

“Right! Crowley, the Queen of Hell…”

“King,” Dean corrected.

“The King of Hell calls you moose and I do too!” She cheered, “You gave this to me on… Christmas?”

Sam rolled his eyes again. He wasn’t going to argue, not with her. It wasn’t her fault. He turned his back on her and left the room. Dean stayed with (Y/N), comforting her and trying to make sure she didn’t forget the names of the furniture by naming them over and over again.

“So who is he anyway?” She inquired as Sam left the room. Dean’s eyes saddened as he proceeded to explain her relationship with his brother. “Good, he’s so hot… And you are his… dad?”

Sam was out in the cold, letting the tears spill his eyes. She wasn’t supposed to be hurt during that – or any – hunt, but he had been so reckless leaving her to her own luck outside in the woods while they inspected the little cottage… She was supposed to get inside as soon as she heard something suspicious; that was it. But something attacked her before she could even give a step forward…

“You’re sad…” Castiel observed as he appeared next to Sam.

“What are you doing here?”

“I heard your prayer.” The angel informed, siting awkwardly by Sam’s side.

“I just want her to be safe, Cas…” Sam whispered as more tears slipped his hazel eyes.

“Do you really think this is the way?” Castiel inquired, “I could just heal her…”

“No, no, this is her chance to step away and live a normal life.” Sam insisted, looking up at the angel. Castiel could see the grief and the sorrow behind his eyes. She was the woman Sam loved, and he wanted her to be safe and sound.

“Dean might have something to say about this…”

“He does, but it’s not up to him.” Sam interrupted.

“It’s not up to you either, it’s her life.” Castiel replied.

“It’s her life what I’m trying to save here, man.” Sam begged one more time before Castiel agreed.

The old stuffed moose was the only thing she left.

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anonymous asked:

7. Obidala

7. fake relationship au

I should never have mentioned I liked this ship.

Let us suppose a number of things:

  1. Anakin and Padme reunited when they were somewhat younger, and as a result Anakin was not actually obsessed with her by this point.
  2. Anakin was too young for Padme to actually notice
  3. The Clone Wars started up somewhat earlier than in canon.
  4. Anakin is actually somewhat likable

So yeah, this is definitely an AU.


Obi-Wan sighed, something which he’d found himself doing with alarming frequency in recent years. Most often, it was because of Anakin. In this particular moment, it was because of the absence of Anakin, a fact which was, of course, in complete contradiction to the natural order of the universe.

“I’m sure he’ll be along shortly,” Padme said, glaring almost threateningly at the stream of incoming traffic. She bobbed impatiently on the balls of her feet. Crowds of commuters bustled around them.

“He’d better be,” Obi-Wan muttered, eyes scanning the sky. Somewhere up there, there was a eighteen-year-old lunatic with a lightsaber and a hijacked starcruiser. And unless that lunatic wanted to run laps around the Temple until his legs fell off, he had better be starting his landing sequence an hour ago.

“They’re coming this way,” Padme warned. Obi-Wan pulled his cloak over his uniform and lightsaber. 

“How many?” The Jedi asked, backed turned. The Senator tried to look inconspicuous as she counted the droids. 

“Oh, about six,” she said,

Obi-Wan scoffed softly. “That’s not so bad,”

“-dozen,” she finished.


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Crossing The Line: Part 3

Notes: Very Smutty. Just a warning. :). slight swearing

TAGS (Sorry If I miss anyone, doing the best I can!):@skyfullofharrystyles@michellelynne87 @zosiamelanczuk @smexy-bucky-waifu@queen-asianiqua@marveliousfanatic @trashybuchananbarnes@damnbuckyishot @victoriakca@unlikelycupcakequeen @fifi1433 @banieldryan@yellowtheremarvelfan@crazychick010 @kristateleki @nutmegroo @teenwol-f @wsternhaikus @aestheticalpal @wine-and-space-donuts @animeroses318@catcherintheclifford @dipdies @allimaginesuniverse @slice-of-calum@sebastian-stans-thighs @idiosyncratic-mortals @amxwxxld@buckyfvckmebarnes @a1lucidity @selenedaqueen @christiestevenson@satanicedition @canikeepit-imkeepingit @dipdies @gashps @laurenxyz @maece-rette @johngirl-207 @cupcakez537 @starstar1012 @piercethemelendez

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Ice Cream and Pie

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 870

Warnings: mostly fluff with a bit of tiny smut at the end

Note: Dedicated to @faith-in-dean !!! I wrote this because I always ship her with Dean. And we had a little imagine thing going on a while back and I decided to write a drabble about it! Enjoy!

Originally posted by entertainmentweekly

People weren’t kidding when they called it ‘April showers’. It was cold, gray and wet for the last week and you wondered if you would ever get some sun anytime soon. Rain is not ideal for hunting, so Sam got vetoed out three to one. Netflix binging and huddling around the fireplace was the only thing everyone could agree on for passing the time.

A big bowl of chips sat on Castiel’s lap and Sam hugged a bag of plain popcorn. You sat next to Dean, tucked in comfortably with his arm around, resting his hand on your hip. He was hot like a furnace and normally, you’d be kicking him off you in bed from the overheating. But it was a cold night and his heated body kept you at a comfortable temperature. The blanket that covered you both was just for kicks and to cover the occasional hand that secretly glided over to each other’s crotch.

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okay so thank you to everyone who gave me ray + felicity’s canon ages so that i could look at them, go “oh this isn’t what i want” and just throw that out the window i’m god now i make the rules

here’s something you need to know about american jewish culture, and i never got to partake in this for a wide array of reasons, but we as a people are literally obsessed with sleepaway summer camp. like sleepaway summer camps that are specifically like, send your jewish children here! we teach them to be more jewish by surrounding them with other jews! and you know what if it works it works whatever

and this is one of those things where like, jewish kids look forward to being away from home, at summer camp, for eight literal weeks. most jewish children go through puberty exclusively at jewish summer camp, that’s just how it works honestly i have people that can confirm

and why i’m telling you this is because i need you all to imagine that ray and felicity are say like, a year apart, and are absolutely 13 + 14 at fucking b’nai shalom jcc in the mountains this is a name i just made up and i swear to you jewish people are gonna find it funny so sorry to the rest of you. this post got long as FUCK btw so under the cut. its more pro ray and felicity than like them exactly as a ship? but whatever

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Imagine: Stiles likes you and he asks you to ‘fake date’ him because he is trying to prove to Malia that he’s moved on. Scott knows about his plan and he has other ideas.

“Y/n just suck it up, it won’t be that bad. We’re just fake dating for a couple of days"Stiles rolled his eyes at you.

"Why couldn’t you ask Lydia?"you replied as you shut your locker.

"I-I just thought you seemed perfect for it. I mean you do drama your good at acting"Stiles protested, waving his arms around as he explained.

"Fine but you owe me"you sighed finally.

"Oh you said yes god I wasn’t expecting that Really?! Uhm Okay well now we’re 'dating’ we need to make it look believable"Stiles continued.

"Stiles I’m not just going to kiss you"you said blankly as you walked down the hall.
Stiles furrowed his eyebrows with disappointment.

"Give me your hand"he mumbled.
"What?"you scrunched up your nose.

"Just give me your hand!"Stiles said before taking your hand and intertwining your fingers together.

They fit together perfectly.
You glanced down at your hands and then you looked up at Stiles who had a big smile on his face.
You had a unexplainable tingly feeling in your stomach.

"See 'fake dating’ me isn’t that bad y/n"Stiles nodded as he lead you down the corridor.

"I guess not"you replied with a shrug.
You and Stiles sat next to each other in all of your classes and you both found that you enjoyed each others company.

You even started to find Stiles…attractive.
Scott knew about Stiles’ plan, he thought that fake dating wasn’t good enough.

"So are you two dating now? Oh that’s great Stiles has ALWAYS liked you haven’t you Stiles"Scott smirked as he patted Stiles’ shoulder.

Stiles’ eyes widened and his face started to go red.
Your smirk matched Scott’s and you both stared at Stiles squirming in his seat.
He had no choice but to confess.

"Okay fine, yeah I really like you y/n. So would you like to go on a date with me? A real date?"Stiles asked.

"I would like that"you replied a smile on your face.
Stiles choked on his drink and Scott nearly fell off his chair.

"She said yes?"Scott stood up.

"She said yes?!"Stiles also stood up.

"Y/n said yes!!"they both cheered as they high fived eachother.

-I’m incredibly sorry my account has been incredibly deserted I’m back though!❤❤❤

anonymous asked:

So how do Lena and the kids handle things when Kara gets hurt from a fight with an alien or something?


  • i mean when they’re little, the kids aren’t super duper aware??  and the adults around them keep a p good handle on everything when shit goes down so they usually remain p blissfully ignorant when kara gets hurt
    • like they get that kara has a sometimes scary job where she has to protect ppl but its like aunt maggie or aunt alex’s jobs and sometimes she walks in the front door moving a little stiffly and sometimes they have to go see her at the deo, sitting under these bright lights that make maia and finn feel a little weird, a little dizzy, a little powerful, and they hurt stella’s eyes (or maybe that’s not why there’s this heavy pounding at the back of her skull?  she’s so little, she doesn’t have words for it) but it doesn’t rlly…..idk sink in??
      • that said: lena is quietly a Wreck.  bc the kiddos respond to how she responds, she can’t rlly fall apart (not that she ever rlly did??  but she was able to cry abt it and drop everything to rush to the deo and fuss over kara) so she gets v quiet abt it, all hurried crying with the sink running, bathroom door locked.  she gets v good at hiding the evidence that anything is wrong 
    • one time, when finn is abt six or so and maia is four and stella isnt quite a year old, kara gets Hurt.  like big time, holy shit, lena we’re doing everything we can for her hurt.  and lena’s stretched so thin already bc kara’s been gone a lot in the week leading up to this, trying to catch this trio of aliens (one rozz escapee, two that got caught up in his schemes) bc they made a direct threat to that pretty luthor you seem so interested in, isn’t she married supergirl? so she just—she can’t imagine not being with kara at the deo but she can’t make their three little kids spend the night in uncomfortable chairs either and she’s exhausted and terrified bc for the first time in a long time she’s not like one hundred percent sure kara’s going to be okay??  and she can’t do this alone, she can’t raise their children on her own, this was always a partnership and she can barely keep them all on schedule for a week how on earth can she do that for the rest of their lives?
      • and god bless the superfriends, they all step the fuck up.  they’re all sick with worry, obviously, but these kids are still pretty sheltered, still dont have any idea of what their mother does, who she is, what she risks to protect them every day, and everyone pulls it together a little, just enough to take shifts with the kiddos.  
        • maggie takes mornings, gets finn and maia up and off to school, makes sure they have packed lunches and healthy breakfasts and sends lena little text updates, a picture every morning of the kiddos grinning in their carseats
        • james covers afternoons—winn picks the kiddos up and drops them at catco and listen, they love their uncle james to no end and he comes up with a million and one games for them to play.  cat usually emerges from her office at some point bearing sweets and the offer of cartoons on one of the many tvs on her wall
        • lucy flies in on the weekend and hosts a sleepover at her apartment in the city, promises that she’ll make sure they eat their fruits and veggies and then immediately gives them just about as much sugar as they can ask for.  they watch the incredibles and finding nemo and the aristocats (abt 37 times, lucy counted)
        • eliza stays at the house, helps take care of stella when lena needs to sleep.  she and alex understand The Most, and they stay the closest; eliza cooks meals and moms the hell out of lena and alex sits right next to her at the deo, squeezes her hand whenever she starts to cry and cries along with her
          • its not good and its not easy and those six days are the Longest of lena’s life but the kids dont even remember them rlly, just a hazy sort of fog of hanging out with their cool aunts and uncles and finn’s the only one that kind of remembers??  but he only rlly remembers kara coming home and them eating a lot of potstickers


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It’s all shits and giggles until somebody giggles and shits.

Just Another Monday

Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N (reader) Sam Winchester,

Pairing: Dean x reader,

Warnings: I honestly can’t think of any.   

Wordcount: 2500ish

A/N: This is written for @mysupernaturalfics - she turns 20 today. Go send her a lot of love and help me wish her a happy birthday.

Sorry Rach I wrote this kinda fast and without an outline so it is a little messy, but I hope you like it still.

See bracelet and Y/N’s dress here

Thanks to the ever amazing @blacktithe7 for betaing this silly Dean fluffiness for me and thanks to @bkwrm523 for giving me a Title :D

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Birthdays had never been a big deal for Dean. Not his own anyway. He always made sure to pick something up at a convenient store for Sam on May 2nd. He would also try to be less annoying to his brother on that day. He would not sing along to the music blaring from the Impala’s stereo (or not as loudly anyway). He would not make fun of Sam for eating his rabbit food or ordering his chick latte.

His own birthday came and went. Sam would alway give Dean some tools or something for Baby, and Dean loved that. Still, it was just a day like any other day to him. He had no idea why he wanted Y/N’s birthday to be different., but he did. He wanted her to feel special. He wanted her to have a day she would remember.

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Guess who finished this story??!! Okay, so it gets dark in a couple spots and I’m not sure about the ending, but I really just wanted to finish this story. Now I’m SUPER tired and I will try to edit this tomorrow, but I just wanted to post it now so I don’t lose any of this progress. Thanks for being patient and I am so sorry for the wait.

Now on AO3

Everything can change in a single moment. That’s the biggest lesson Ryan learned when he started this whole criminal shtick. One small misstep, one simple mistake, and weeks worth of planning can fall apart in an instant. Inches can mean life or death; almost can be the difference between a huge pay out and nothing. A piece of metal can determine if someone is going to walk out of a situation or end up in a body bag. Timing can mean nothing, but it can mean everything.

He learned pretty quickly there were no do overs, no quick saves; when stuff happens, it happens, and there’s nothing he can do about it. Regrets are something he has to live with, whether he likes them or not, and sometimes he can’t save everyone.

He’s tested his own mortality more often than he’d like to admit, sometimes for the thrill, other times because he can’t control the circumstances he’s found himself in, and every time afterward he has that sobering thought that life isn’t permanent. Death is an inevitability for everyone, himself included, and one day he’s not going to get up and walk away.

Life would be a lot easier if he could hit reset, try again, erase his mistakes, but then again life isn’t easy. Wishful thinking and fairy tales are a farce, made to give children false hope for the future.

Ryan knows his future. He’s not deluding himself into thinking there’s a happily ever after for him, and no amount of optimism on Jack’s part is going to change that fact. Nothing will change, and he’s okay with it.

Isn’t he?

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Imagine your OTP have just really outdone themselves with a stuffing session.  A definitely isn’t getting up off that couch for at least a few hours.  B can snuggle up and rub their belly. They can put their ear up against the deep hollow of A’s belly button and listen to their belly gurgle and church.  "it’s like a seashell, I can hear the ocean!“  A tries to give them a playful swat for that, but even that tiny bit of effort leaves them panting.

Better Than a Dream

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader.

Warnings: Language, smut.


You close the front door and sigh in relief, you’re home after a long day and an even longer dinner with your work colleagues, they all met your boyfriend for the first time tonight, Chris.

They were poking and prodding him with questions about his work and your relationship all night, “What can you tell us about Civil War?” “Is Spider-Man actually in the movie? Will we see him?” “Are you taking (Y/N) to the Oscars this year?” “Have you guys used the L word yet?”. You could tell he was getting uncomfortable so you faked a stomach bug and got out of there quicker than someone robbing a bank.

“Thank you, I know you’re not actually sick” Chris told you in the car on the way back home. You pecked him on the lips and sent him a little wink.

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