So I did the thing I definitely shouldn’t have done. I sawthis postby @gittana and things spiraled out of control from there. It’s much too long and still I haven’t finished writing up to the point where my muse has stopped speaking to me.
Also because The Lightning Thief was written in the first person I decided to start writing in in the first person from Marinette’s P.O.V beginning at Chapter 1 however the prologue is still in 3rd person. Bear with me on this.
Just a little farther!! I’m almost there! Please please, whoever’s up there, please let me make it! Marinette thought to herself as she dashed up the hillside where a large pine tree signified a place of safety.
“Come here child!” The woman behind her screeched sounding much closer now.
Marinette dared to glance over her shoulder where the creature was fast approaching. The top half of the monster was that of a woman with wild unblinking eyes and razor sharp teeth. The lower half of her body was that of a serpent. Her tail slithered up the hill as her arms propelled her forward in an unnatural way. Marinette’s lungs burned as she pushed herself to run faster up the hill. She swallowed hard, tasting blood. Hands clasped around her ankle sharp nails digging into her skin. Marinette screamed as she was pulled down to the grassy earth and was dragged backwards. Marinette grabbed fistfuls of the soft wet grass in an attempt to slow her pull towards certain death. She was pulled through the grass with fumbling hands searching for anything to catch hold of. A clumsy hand wrapped around a stick. A stick was hardly a weapon but Marinette was grateful for anything at this point. I’m going to go down fighting with a stick! This is so embarrassing, Marinette thought to herself tightening her hold on the only thing she had to protect herself. Clawed hands ripped as her back. She could feel hot breath blow against her neck. Now was her chance. Marinette whimpered as she turned beneath the monster’s grasp to come face to face with it. The serpentine woman smiled wickedly at the young girl showing all her pointy teeth.
“I’m sure you taste as sweet as you look child,” The monster cooed her breath smelling metallic, like blood. Marinette’s stomach churned uneasily.
The woman opened her mouth inhumanly wide preparing to take a bite of Marinette. With shaking hands Marinette swiftly plunged the stick into one of the woman’s unblinking eyes. The woman shrieked in pain releasing Marinette from her grasp. Marinette scrambled to her feet charging towards the hill. The monster quickly recovered, leaping towards Marinette. Marinette dove to the side barely missing the woman’s claws. The monster turned to face her with her one good eye, the other was missing leaving a bloodied black hole behind. Marinette grimaced as the creature hissed. She began to slowly back up towards the tree while keeping her eyes trained on the woman. The monster flicked her tail out knocking Marinette to the ground and letting the woman slither on top of her once move. Marinette struggled beneath her pushing her face away with her hands and trying her best not to let the nails burying themselves into the flesh of her arms bother her. In the scramble to avoid the creatures teeth and keep from losing a hand one of Marinette’s thumbs found it’s way to the creatures lone eye. Without any other weapon in her arsenal Marinette began to press against the eye’s slick surface with as much force as she could muster. The creature yowled in pain her head reeling back but where she went Marinette followed pressing harder into the woman’s eye. The creature’s claws raked down her arms. Marinette stifled a scream as she kept pressing down. Her stomach lurched when she finally heard that sickening pop. The woman’s body stilled a smile spreading across her features looking strangely out of place as she slumped to the ground with a contented sigh. Breathing heavy Marinette, hands slick with- well she didn’t really want to think about that- staggered up the hill. As her feet drug themselves past the borders of the pine tree Marinette fell to her knees a lump forming in her throat. Finally! After all this time she was safe. Marinette breathed a sigh of relief tears filing her eyes as she heard the startled shouts of campers. Safe. Exhaustion swept through her. Without the threat of death hanging over her head she could finally let herself rest. Slumping against the soft bed of grass beneath her she let the darkness overtake her.
This morning I woke up with Sirius sleeping on my chest. He was holding me tight with his arms wrapped around me. I slid my fingers in his messy hair, softly massaging him. His grip on me tightened and his touch made me shiver. I loved when his hands were on my skin. After all these years I still felt tingles when he touched me. I looked at my bedside table to look at the alarm clock and saw a little piece of paper. I instantly recognize Regulus’ handwritting on it.
“At James and Lily’s with Teddy. How about you two have a relaxing day? See you later!
Ps: Teddy says hi!”
I smiled at the note, picturing Regulus scribbling this note with a smiling Teddy in his arms. Regulus was so good with kids. He really missed his girlfriend Sophie. She was on vacation with her parents but I sent her a letter so she could come and surprise him next week. She also wanted to meet Teddy and Harry since she’s Lily’s cousin. I looked down at Sirius who was slowly walking up.
“Goodmorning m'love.” I whispered, realising how deep my voice was.
“Mhmm.. Goodmorning babe.. How did you sleep?” He said looking up at me, rubbing his eyes.
“Good. Regulus took Teddy to James and Lily’s. He said that we needed a day off.” I smiled, brushing a strand of his black hair away from his face.
“Really? Well that’s nice of him.. How about we just lay in bed all day?” Sirius said, kissing my lips.
“Oh that would be lovely! We can watch a movie and empty those boxes that are lying there since we moved!” I said.
“Oh yeah we could! These boxes are filled with my old Hogwarts stuff!” Sirius smilled to himself.
We had breakfast in bed. Chocolate milk, fresh croissants and fresh fruits. It was delicious. We just sat in bed and emptied the two remaining boxes. I found some old notes filled with Sirius’ doodlings. I showed them to him and he told me the story behind them. He also found his muggle band t-shirt that he’s looking for. I finally reached the bottom of the box. I was about to throw it away when I saw a piece of paper folded. I took it and slowly opened it, expecting another sheet full of notes. But it wasn’t.
I realised that my feelings towards you were more than the friendship we have. It’s hard to admit it but I always felt this towards you. Since the day we met I have had this crush on you but I always denied it because.. Well.. boys aren’t supposed to love boys. I don’t think I’m brave enough to tell you face to face so I’ll tell you now. I’m in love with you. I’m in love with the freckles on your cheeks. I’m in love with your curly hair. I’m in love with the way you bite your lip softly when you read. I’m in love with your flushed cheeks and your awkward giggles. I’m in love with you. All of you. Well.. that’s it so.. I hope you’ll still talk to me after this.. but I needed to tell you.
With love, Sirius.”
I held the paper close to my chest and smiled.
“Oh no don’t tell me you found that..”
I turned around and saw a blushing Sirius. He had a hand on the back of his neck, trying to hide his embarassment.
“Sirius why didn’t I get it? When did you write this?” I said, walking closer to him.
“I wrote it in the middle of a long night in 5th year. I never got the nerve to give it to you.. but I knew that one day I would. That night, you had a nightmare and asked me if I could stay with you. You were adorable. I held you close to me so you could feel protected. I couldn’t give it to you.. I tried but.. I couldn’t. So i kept it, thinking that one day, we would be together and we would laugh about it.. I guess my wish came true.” He smiled.
“Pads.. I love you..” I said, taking his cheeks in my hands and kissing his lips.
“I love you too. Are you going to keep this embarassing piece of paper?” He giggled.
“Of course I will! This is so adorable!”
And we spent the rest of the day, cuddled into eachother watching a muggle movie.
They weren’t your actual family, but they were the closest
thing you had at the moment. You had lost your parents a few years ago in a car
accident that changed your life forever. Having been the only child, and having
the rest of your family live across the ocean, you were more or less alone now.
You worked a lot, trying to keep busy, before going home to your apartment.
But that all changed when you met Jiyong. He was so sweet,
and caring, and hilarious. His bright, bubbly self had broken his way into your
life, and you couldn’t imagine it without him now. The two of you had met while
he was on vacation. He had stopped in at your café, and the two of you started
talking and became instant friends. You exchanged phone numbers, and agreed to
meet up with him a few more times before he headed back to Seoul.
You fell in love with him almost instantly. Hearing him talk
about himself, and his dreams, and his goals. He told you about his friends,
and how they were a huge part of his life. Listening to him go on and on about
things, always stopping to ask for your input, or apologize for talking so
much. You thought he was adorable. You always just smiled and reassured him you
were listening to him, and he wasn’t talking too much. You told him about
yourself, about how your parents moved to South Korea when you were a baby, and
how you had grown up there your entire life. About how the rest of your family
all lived in the United States, and how you visited them twice a year. He was
impressed that you could speak both languages so fluently, and asked you to
help him with his English.
You didn’t tell him about your parents right away, not
wanting to scare him off right away, but as your friendship grew, going on for
months, you had no choice. On the day of the anniversary of your parents’
death, Jiyong surprised you with a visit. You had taken the day off work, not
being able to hold yourself together enough to go in. It may have happened a
few years ago, but the pain was still as fresh as ever.
He let himself into your apartment, having had a key made
last month for when he was in town so he could let himself in while you were
working. He came in, thinking you weren’t home since all the lights were off.
He switched on the living room light and saw you huddled on the couch, crying
quietly, holding a picture of your parents and you. You were so wrapped up in
memories and your sadness, that you hadn’t even heard him enter. He walked over
to you slowly, reaching down to touch your shoulder.
When his hand touched you, you screamed in surprise, looking
up at him wide-eyed. He simply looked at you quietly, and you just broke down.
You started sobbing as he pulled you into his arms, rocking you gently. As the
sobs started to quiet down, he asked you what happened, and you told him about
the accident. He sat quietly with you the entire time as you told him all about
it, simply rubbing your back and kissing your hair as he held you. At the end
of your story you sat limp in his arms, exhausted from the emotions rushing
through you. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bed. He
helped you change, and laid you down, tucking you in.
“Give me a call if you need anything okay? I’m gonna be
right down the hall on the couch,” he said, standing up to walk out. But you reached
out and grabbed his hand before he could walk away.
“Please,” you whispered softly.
“Please what (Y/N),” he asked, looking down at you
“Please don’t leave me alone tonight,” you begged him. You
knew it was a bad idea. You knew that you needed him to be more than just your
best friend tonight, and you knew that he would only ever think of you as his
best friend. But it didn’t matter. You were so emotionally drained that you
decided one more heartbreak wouldn’t do much damage.
He hesitated a moment before nodding, laying down in the bed
next to you. You turned to face him, tears rolling down your cheeks. He reached
up and brushed them away, shushing you before you could say anything and
pulling you close to him.
“I’m here (Y/N),” he whispered softly, his chin resting on
your head. “Go to sleep. I’m right here.”
You closed your eyes, your body and mind exhausted, and you
quickly started to drift off to sleep. As you faded into your dreams, you could
have sworn you heard him say “I love you”.
You woke up the next morning, stretching out to find an
empty bed. You sat up, looking around for Jiyong, but you didn’t see him. You
got up and walked out into the hall, listening to see if you could hear him,
but your apartment was quiet.
“I knew it was too good to be true,” you said to yourself
quietly. You went back in your room and climbed back into bed, not ready to
face the world yet. You started to doze off again when you heard keys in your
door. You shot out of bed and walked out of your room, looking down the hall as
Jiyong let himself in, carrying a tray with coffee and a bag from a bakery in
one hand. He looked up to see you and you melted at the smile that formed on
his face. You smiled back and went over to him, taking the tray out of his hand
and walking to the kitchen, with him trailing behind.
“I figured you’d need some serious caffeine this morning,”
he said chuckling as he pulled some plates out of your cabinet and set them
down on the table. You sat at the table and reached for the bag, but he slapped
your hand away, making you laugh. He handed you the coffee and waited for you
to take a sip. It was your favorite. Your smile grew as you felt the hot liquid
warming up your body immediately. He grabbed the butter from the fridge and set
it on the table, pulling out your favorite fresh croissants from the bag. He
buttered one and handed it to you. You smiled up at him sweetly.
“You don’t have to take care of me you know. I’m okay.
Really,” you said, playing with the pastry. He sat down next to you and took a
bite of his own pastry, smiling over at you.
“Yes I do,” he said. “It’s a man’s job to take care of the
woman that he loves.”
Your eyes flicked up to his in surprise, staring at him for
a moment. His face turned bright red as he stared back at you, waiting for you
to say something.
“You…you love me?” you stuttered. He nodded, smiling shyly
at you. You jumped out of your chair and jumped on his lap as you hugged his
neck. “I love you too,” you said, your voice muffled as you hugged his neck. He
laughed and hugged you tight. That was the beginning to your perfect
It wasn’t a fairy tale romance by any means. The two of you
fought like any normal couple would. But at the end of the day, your love was
strong enough to make the fights meaningless. After a few weeks Jiyong asked you to move in
with him. His days were getting busier and busier and he was finding it hard to
make it out of town. You quickly agreed, not being able to stand the thought of
being away from him for too long. After another month or two you finally met
the guys, and you all immediately became best of friends. But you and Seungri
were closer than anyone else. He was like the older brother you never had. You
talked to him about everything, and the two of you were always together, when
you weren’t with Jiyong.
One day you were at the studio with everyone, watching their
dance practice. You had stopped in during the afternoon to bring Jiyong some
lunch, and you brought everyone coffee from your favorite café. You sat down
against the back wall, watching Jiyong dance, your eyes raking over his body
like a cat in heat. You loved watching him dance, seeing the sweat glistening
on his skin, watching his muscles move as he did. You licked your suddenly very
dry lips, not noticing Seungri walking up to you.
“Geez, close your mouth will ya? You’re gonna make them slip
with all the drool your letting out,” he said chuckling, pulling a coffee out
of the tray next to you. You laughed and smiled up at him.
“Nice to see you too brat,” you told him, getting up to give
him a hug. As your arms wrapped around him, he picked you up, throwing you over
his shoulder. You screamed in laughter as he ran around the studio with you on
his shoulder, your legs kicking as you yelled at him to put you down, before he
finally did. You yelled at him while you were laughing, punching him in the
arm. He rubbed it in fake pain, whining playfully, complaining that you were
going to injure him before the show. The two of you kept going on and on,
joking around and touching one another, not noticing Jiyong’s mood growing
darker and darker as he watched the two of you.
He yelled for Seungri to get back to work. Seungri gave you
a hug before running back to formation and going over the dance again. You went
back to your spot and watched them finish up practice. As they finished and
everyone was standing around talking and laughing, Jiyong came over and grabbed
him stuff immediately.
“Let’s go,” he said gruffly. You frowned in confusion.
“Aren’t we going to hang out with the guys?” you asked as he
sighed, reaching over to grab your hand.
“No. We aren’t. Now let’s go,” he said, pulling you behind
him, not saying anything to the guys. You knew better than to argue with him
when he was like this. You had to let him calm down first. You yelled goodbye
to the guys as he dragged you out the door, following him, asking him what was
wrong, but he wouldn’t talk to you. The two of you got to the car and he opened
the door for you, waiting for you to get in before slamming the door and
walking around to the driver’s seat. He got in and the two of you drove home in
silence, his hands tight around the steering wheel in anger.
When you arrived at your apartment, he got out and
immediately headed inside, not even waiting for you. You huffed and got out, slamming your own
door as you went in behind him, slamming the apartment door shut.
“What the fuck is your problem?!” You scream at him, sick of
getting the silent treatment. He froze in his tracks before turning to look at
“What’s my problem? Really?” He asked, his voice growing as
his anger did. “My fucking PROBLEM is you and Seungri! Where do you get off
letting him touch you like that?! Huh? You’re mine (Y/N)! You belong to me! Not
that fucking brat!” He yelled back.
You softened as you heard him speak. You understood now. He
was jealous. He was scared. And it was adorable. You walked over to him as he
was yelling at you, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to
kiss him mid-rant. You smiled up at him as he started to calm down.
“You have nothing to be jealous over,” you told him. “I’m
He smiled down at you. “Damn straight I am,” he says, his
hands trailing down to your ass, pulling you tight against him. “And I’m going to
show you just how much your mine.”
He lifted your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he
walked the two of you to your bedroom, throwing you on the bed. He pulled off
your clothes, before pulling off his own, your breath catching in your throat
as you stared at him. You loved it when he was dominant in bed, and you knew
you were in for a good time tonight.
He climbed on top of you, kissing you hungrily, your arms
immediately wrapping around him as you kissed him back. He kissed down your
jaw, to your neck, nipping and sucking as he went, leaving his mark on your
skin in his wake. He kissed all the way down your body, to your sweet spot. He
spread your legs, biting and sucking on your thighs, leaving dark bruises all over
them before finally licking your spot. You cried out in pleasure, your back
arching on the bed as your hands tightened on the sheets.
He buried his tongue inside of you, spearing you like you
were being fucked, your hips rocking against his mouth in pleasure. He switched
between licking inside of you to sucking on your clit, until you were at your
limit. Your mind blanked as you started to tighten around his fingers, but he
pulled away just before you were able to explode. You whimpered down at him as
you begged him to let you release. He climbed back up your body, licking along
the way up, making you squirm with need.
“Could that BRAT make you feel the way I could?” he asked,
biting your earlobe as you moaned in pleasure. “Could he make you scream the
way I do? Orgasm the way I do?” He kept asking, as his hands touched you, just
enough to bring you pleasure, but not to let you release.
“No…no!” You screamed. “Only you, only you.” You begged.
“That’s right. Because you are MINE,” he said, pushing into
you as he said the word mine. Your mind flooded with pleasure at the feel of
him finally inside of you, that one movement finally pushing you over the edge.
You screamed in pleasure as you clung to him. He grabbed your hands and pinned
them above your head as you came around him, his own moans echoing in the room
as yours turned to whimpers. He started to move inside of you, in slow
calculated thrusts. He pulled out slowly, before slamming back into you, over
and over again, driving you wild.
You squirmed underneath him, wanting him to move faster,
begging him to move faster, but he kept you pinned down beneath him.
“Who do you belong to,” he whispered in your ear. “Tell me
who you belong to.”
“You,” you cried out. “I belong to you.”
With that he started moving faster, letting go of your arms.
You wrapped your arms and legs around him, clutching to him tightly, as he
thrusted inside of you frantically seeking his own release. After a few more
thrusts you felt him lose his pace, getting closer to his own end, your second
orgasm quickly growing as well. You pulled him down to kiss him hungrily as the
two of you came together, clutching to one another as your breaths started to
He rolled off you and held you close as you tried to control
your frantic heart. You smiled up at him and kissed him tenderly.
“I love you Jiyong,” you told him as you tucked your head
into his shoulder. He squeezed you tight as you started to drift off, exhausted
from your love making.
“I love you too (Y/N),” he said, kissing the top of your
head, pulling a blanket over the both of you as you both fell asleep.
Sorry for the delay everyone. Y’all know how crazy life can be. But here’s our first new request! I hope the anon who requested it likes it! The beginning is kinda long I know, but it kinda just wrote itself :3 Let me know what you guys think! And don’t forget to send in more requests <3
He wanted to say the words. To beg her to stay. But how could he? How could he expect her to stay after the lies? He had no right to stop her from leaving if that was what she wanted, and if space was what she needed.
“Perhaps you should.”
The words felt like poison in his mouth, and letting them out made him feel as though he didn’t have a heart. Even more so when he saw her body language change. He had hurt her. He loathed that he was the source of her disappointment.
More than anything he just wanted to take everything back.
All he had to have done was pick up the phone and call her when he received news of the suspension. He knew she would have understood. Wouldn’t she? He could have avoided this. Watching her pack to leave was the complete opposite of what he wanted.
Unable to withstand the despairing air that now filled the room, Rafael excused himself to go to the living room.
“I’ll call a cab.”
He looked back at her once more before closing the bedroom door.
After putting her suitcase into the trunk of the cab, he realized that the moment he dreaded the most has come.
When would he see her next?
Before she went inside he held her hand that was placed on the car door. She looked at him with such an indescribable expression. He wished he knew what she was thinking. To his relief, she held onto his hand as well. The physical contact, small as it be, were enough to soothe his worries slightly.
morning light and fresh croissants, sharing a newspaper, secondhand book stalls, bright smiles and wide-eyed admiration,
secret corners of the city, a light breeze through open windows, earnest compliments, calling out flaws in arguments, putting other people first, conversations that forget to end, running fingers through hair, quiet snoring, the tightest hugs known to man. (requested by @aflamethatneverdies@jordsie@eirenical & anons)
Claire- dark nights and fairy lights. Fresh strawberries. Cherry trees Blooming and butterflies flying. Rainbows after storms.
Olive- blue sky. Light rain. Glitter everywhere. Dreamy nights. Journals with round letter and big dreams. Silver tiaras.
Emma- red lipstick. Vanilla ice cream. White sheets. Neon lights. Fire in the Woods. Lost letters.
Fiona- Blooming evergreen and Yellow flowers. Lavender soaps. Warm baths. Fresh paint.
Hugh- morning cereals. Long walks in the Sunset with your loved one. Homemade bread.
Horace- fresh croissants. Clean clothes. Playing piano in the night. Old records and vintage clothes.
Enoch- old knitted shirts. Walks in the Woods. Blood dripping from fingers. Dusty jars, room with little sunlight.
Jacob- old movies. Dead flowers. Picking Apples. Maps, ghost towns.
Bronwyn- cooked pies. Warm hugs. Comfort wishes.
Millard- night sky, old journals, books at the bedside table.
This morning I woke up not only to a sleeping Sirius, but to a sleeping Teddy. Merlin I was lucky. They were beautiful. Sirius had his arms around Teddy’s small body. They looked so comfortable cuddled against eachother that I let them sleep. I needed a coffee. The house was quiet. It was getting unusual with everything going on. I sat quietly at the kitchen table and took the daily prophet from our owl claws. On the front page, a moving Dumbledore could be seen, smiling. I quickly read the writting.
“12 Death eaters arrested and sent to Azkaban.”
I smiled. They did it. Sirius’ mission was truly a success. I couldn’t wait for him to know that he did it. I silently sipped my coffee while reading the news. I heared the floor crack and and turned around to meet Sirius wait a sleepy Teddy in his arms.
“Pads! Come look this up!” I said.
He walked up to me and read the first page of the newspaper. He gasped and laughed.
“You did it!” I said.
“I did it!” He repeated.
He hugged me and Teddy giggled.
“Are you being squiched my love?” Sirius said to Teddy who couldn’t stop giggling inbetween the two of us.
“How about we go get breakfast on the balconny, now that it’s safe to go outside? You look a little pale Pads.” I laughed.
“That’s a great idea! I need to work on my tan!” He laughed to.
We prepared a big breakfast together. Fresh fruits and croissants, our favorite. We all sat under the warm sun on our balconny, enjoying family time.
Please do a Sirius X reader imagine where he meets her at James’ house (she’s James’ sister who goes to a different school)
“Mum, when is James coming home?” Her mom turned around and stopped chopping the tomatoes. “Over about 30 minutes they arrive at the station, he is bringing a friend by the way. We have to pick them up really soon.” James never brought friends apart from Remus, you were nervous.. James was your twin brother and you didn’t want to leave a bad impression to his friend. “Is… remus coming?” You moved closer to your mum hoping that it was remus. “No, you also know him it’s Sirius I think you saw him for the last time when you were 12 years old and he is staying for the whole summer. And maybe longer..” Damnit.
It’s not Christmas anymore, but, screw it! Merry Christmas @fajitasvanitas. I was your Secret Santa for @mlsecretsanta ! Hope you don’t mind me whipping up some platonic OT4 fluff for you (first time writing them to be honest, so I hope I did alright!) Hope you enjoyed your holidays :)
Summary: Nino walked around the table, pulled Adrien’s hand, and sat him down at the table. “Don’t even mention it, bro. Now come on, Adrien, eat up. Full day today. Lots to do.”
Adrien frowned. “Oh wait, we’re still doing all that?”
“If by all that you mean glamming the hell out for your birthday party tonight, then yes, we’re still doing that.”
Aged-up AU where the ot4 all platonically live together
We All Have Our Things
Adrien was actually a terribly deep sleeper. When he was younger, his father actually had to get him a special alarm clock that would blare loud enough to wake him in the mornings for school. He’d kept it all these years until Alya told him to throw it out because she said, word for word, “it sounds like a baby dolphin dying inside of a damn blast furnace!” Which basically meant that Adrien had to schedule all of his college classes after noon so that he’d be able to get up in time for them.
However, Marinette recently managed to find an almost universally effective way of getting him up: her baking.
The going theory, started by Nino, was that it was his body overcompensating for all the sugar he wasn’t allowed to have back when he was a model. Either way, the first thing he realized when he woke up that morning was the smell of fresh croissants with cinnamon and raspberry filling. He blinked his eyes groggily and was met with the sight of Marinette sitting on the edge of his bed, wafting the steam of fresh croissants towards his face.
“You know,” Marinette said, deciding to pluck a croissant up and take a bite. “I have to test this with other baked goods. Would you be willing to subject yourself to experiments involving palmiers?”
Adrien snorted and rubbed his eyes. “Haha, very funny. Ugh, what time is it?”
“Ten in the morning. Nino and I have been up since like eight, and Alya only got up ten minutes before you did. So come on!” She slapped his thigh a few times. “Up, up, up, I have something to show you in the kitchen.”
Adrien groaned and kicked his feet petulantly. “It’s
Mari, come on!”
It took her shoving all of his blankets into the hallway and threatening to eat the entire plate of croissants by herself for Adrien to pull himself out of bed and head over to the bathroom, pouting the entire way. Marinette smiled sweetly, handed him his toothbrush, and told him she’d be waiting for him in the kitchen. He could hear her turning the radio on and singing from down the hall while he brushed his teeth and fiddled around with his bedhead.
a/n: For cs
au week day three — beloved tropes. Emma moves from New York to Storybrooke and
straight into a prank war between her new neighbours.
I never really got to know my neighbours in this house and now we’re moving so there’s not much point. But by far my favourite story about them is the time I called the city to report the f***ing rooster in my neighbour’s backyard.
had been a constant thing in the city, the hum and buzz, voices raised in anger
and joy all clearly audible through the thin walls of her New York City apartment.
Emma had thought that moving from the big city to the definition of small town
America — a sleepy, seaside town in Maine — would bring with it a blanket of
silence. Cicadas, maybe. The occasional clunk from an ancient car making its
way down Main Street.
did not expect a rooster.
her phone from the floor to check the time, Emma pushes up from the air
mattress with a groan. Henry’s still asleep, of course. Her son could probably
sleep through the apocalypse. Emma on the other hand… as if it’s not enough
that her kid was kicking her for half the night, now she gets woken up by a goddamn
house isn’t in the country for fuck’s sake. The grey Victorian that Henry chose
for them is right in the middle of town. Is it so unreasonable for her to not
expect a rooster crowing to wake her up at five in the morning their very first
day in town?
Created for: The Sims 4 The house created for two families (2 x 2+1). Now your Sim does not must specifically go to the cafe! Just that employ a reseller and come down from his apartment and You can eat fresh croissants for breakfast or enjoy a good coffee. The building contains two apartments and a gym, swimming pool and cafe.
「☩」 There were only so few things the Frenchman could enjoy on a daily basis between cases and other gigs he did to make ends meet in his transient existence. Two of them? A piping hot cup of coffee and a fresh breakfast croissant sandwich from the cafe across the street from his current dwelling. He never was keen on staying in one place too long; no more than a year, no less than a month, but he always loved to absorb, consume the current scene, become one with it and disappear as if he were a regular. Taking a sip as he flicked open the newspaper, his gaze crossed paths with an individual a ways away, and the male gave a seemingly casual smile, conveying nothing but pleasantries.
“Seungcheol, you should really open the doors soon. It’s going to be rush hour soon.” You say while eating a fresh croissant that Mingyu took out of the oven just 5 minutes ago.
“Minghao, get to the register.” You say as the poor boy rushed to the counter. Seungcheol just got appointed manager a few days ago and he’s been under a lot of stress recently. So you offered to come in the morning and help get everything in order for the day to be less stressful for him and the staff. One of your secret favorites is Joshua. He’s a shy boy who almost never talks to customers, but always makes the cafe staff laugh. Joshua is very precise about everything, very neat and tidy, and carries around sticky notes to write down the directions to drinks.
“Hey Y/n,” Wonwoo says coming out from the kitchen.
“Sup Wonwoo,” You say as he starts wiping down the main counter.
“Where’s Joshua?” You ask. You didn’t see him this morning at all and was wondering if he came in today.
“I’m right here,” Joshua says while coming out of the back room with a tray of flowers in small vases.
“What are these?” you ask, pointing to the tray.
“Well, it’s a lazy Monday morning and I decided to spice up the look of this place and set some flowers out.” He says, placing a vase on each of the tables. You get up and join him.
“Sounds dumb, Mondays in general are always sucky and tiresome,” Seungkwan says sitting down at the counter stool.
“I think it’s a great idea, Joshua.” You say countering Seungkwan’s bad Monday attitude.
“Really Y/n?” He asks.
“Yup, I’m positive.” You respond with a smile in his direction. Seungcheol finally opens the doors and rush hour begins. You say goodbye because you have to go to your job which was a few stores over. On your lunch break a few hours later, you head back down to the cafe to see a dejected Joshua sitting in a window seat. Joshua usually never gets upset, or at least he never shows it at work.
“Josh, what’s wrong? Aren’t you supposed to be working?” You ask while taking a seat next to him.
“It’s my lunch break, and nothing’s wrong.” He says, tearing up a small sticky note.
“Something’s wrong Joshua. Just tell me.” You say.
“Umm, well a customer asked for a really specific drink right, and I cracked under pressure and I don’t think I did it right,” He says as you sigh.
“Hey. Listen. If they didn’t come back and complain, that means you did fine. Trust me.” You say, patting his shoulder.
“Don’t worry so much.” You add as he smiles.
“Ok Y/n, do you want anything?” He says as he gets back up to work.
“No Josh, you said it was your break. Sit down to relax, I just came to get an iced latte.” You order, pay, and wait for Wonwoo to make it. While you wait, you see Joshua sitting at the window seat, writing on a sticky note.
“Cutie,” You say as Wonwoo hands you your drink.
As you wave goodbye to everyone, you turn the cup to see that Wonwoo wrote something on it.
“I know you like Joshua. The way you look at him is obvious.” You blush at the words scrawled on the cup in Wonwoo’s messy writing.
“Well, it’s true.” You say to yourself as you walk back to your job. At 6 o'clock you get out and head back to the cafe. Everyone was getting ready for Music Monday. As you enter, Vernon’s arranging tables and Jihoon is on the setup stage playing his guitar. You walk in and Seungcheol greets you.
“Hey, is Jihoon performing tonight?” You ask setting your bag down on a chair.
“Yeah. Isn’t it great? A bunch of his friends are coming,” Seungcheol says as you see Josh and wave to him, only to watch Joshua suddenly Joshua trip and fall.
“Hyung, I’m so sorry, I accidently bumped into you,” Vernon says.
“Really Vernon? First Mingyu, now Joshua?” Seungcheol says chuckling. You go to help Joshua up and ask him if he’s ok.
“Hyung you dropped something… It’s a sticky note… it says ‘I really like y/n but couldn’t bare to tell her,’” Vernon reads as Josh tries to quiet him. You’re a bright red by now and you could see Joshua blushing next to you as well.
“JUST CONFESS ALREADY! SOMEONE PLEASE, I DON’T CARE IF JOSHUA OR Y/N DOES IT. DOESN’T MATTER! I JUST CAN’T TAKE EITHER OF YOU DENSE PEOPLE,” Wonwoo says popping out from behind the counter. Joshua takes your hands in his and lets out a big breath.
“Y/n I like you a lot, like you’re so nice to me and sweet to everyone, you understand me and you care for me, will you go out with me?” He asks you from the bottom of his heart.
“Joshua I’ll go out with you, truthfully I’ve liked you for a long time too.” You say as his face lights up. He breaks into a big smile and hugs you.
“Y/n I’m so happy!” He says squeezing your hand and pulling you into a hug.
“Me too.” You say smiling. You spend the rest of the night with Joshua and the whole staff listening to the beautiful songs that Jihoon has written over the years and you spend the night hand in hand with the Joshua.
“Hey, Vernon, thanks a bunch for bumping into me. Because of you, I was able to confess to Y/n,” Joshua says as Vernon laughs.
“Hyung it was nothing really,” Vernon states as he goes into the kitchen.
“No thanks to the man who literally yelled at you to confess?” Wonwoo says with an offended look plastered on his face.
“Thanks, Wonowoo.” You say and he nods. As the night goes on, the cafe fills up to hear Jihoon sing. He sings a beautiful song and when it ends everyone is cheering for him. You spend the whole night listening to the different acts and holding hands with Joshua. You let out a big yawn.
“Seungkwan might be right about Mondays being tiresome, but this Monday certainly didn’t suck.” You state sleepily, Joshua laughs and kisses your temple before he replies.
“You’ve never been more correct, but unlike Mondays, I don’t think I could ever get tired of you.”
reading poetry out loud, counting the stars, kissing her good-night on the front porch, sitting at campfires, filling vases with wildflowers, braiding her hair in the morning, the smell of smoke on your clothes, fresh chocolate croissants in the morning, her fingers on your waist