go get help girl

Okay but.

Have you ever considered…Nick Valentine and his relationship with children?

That he had been in Diamond City for so many years that he’s probably seen the citizens grow from little ones, into adults and then starting families with children of their own?

That he probably always smiles to himself when he hears the news of another member of Diamond City giving birth to a new bundle of joy, and knowing that even though the world is dangerous – that they now have a new little star to light their way in the darkness. (And later going to introduce himself to them and the happy parents, because babies always seem fascinated by his glowing eyes, and he loves their bubbling)

Or that Nick more than likely goes out of his way to learn the names of the children of Diamond City, and does his best to become a mentor to them and answer any and all questions that they have for him – because the children were never afraid of what he was – and are always overjoyed when “Cool Detective Nick” gives them extra attention when he’s not on a case.

“Why do ya smoke, Mista Valentine?”
“Cus it helps this ol’ noggin of mine feel relaxed, kid.”
“Can I smoke too?”
“Aw, I don’t think so, pal. You don’t wanna wind up a dusty old mess like me, do ya?”

Think about Nick bringing one of the kids from the School House in with him to his office after their classes, and Ellie rolling her eyes playfully.

“Another one? Nick, really?” She would say with a sweet giggle, and Nick would ruffle the kid’s head and lean down to their height to place his hat upon their head.

“Nah, but you don’t get it, Ellie,” He would say in response to her. “This here is my lucky partner for the day.”

Now, think about Nick picking the squealing, smiling kid up over his shoulders, and carrying them out to the market place. Telling them that he needs their help, and relying on their wits and detective skills to discover just what happened to Takahashi‘s last batch of Power Noodles.

“Great job, partner! Without’cha the city would’ve been starving tonight! How, how’bout we get a bowl or two to celebrate our detective work, huh?”

Think about Nick turning fiercely protective whenever one of them are bothered by rude people on the Upper Stands, calling them “urchins” or “snot nosed brats”, or someone from the outside that had the gall to try and injure them to prove that it isn’t all fun and games, and “This is what happens to kids out here in the real world.”

Think about Nick placing a hand on the kid’s shoulder and retorting with wisecracks of his own to get the rude person to back down, or worse…standing in front of them, shielding them from the raiders and firing a warning shot, before picking up the kid and tucking them safe under his neck as they travel back home together; telling them that it will be okay.

Just…Nick Valentine and kids, okay.

Because, even though the world is a post apocalyptic hell… Nick is going to do all that he’s able to make sure that the children around him are taken care of, and above all safe, even when they’re parents aren’t able to.

And if all he can do is buy one of the kids a round of noodles, or play detective with them, or watch over them when they’re scared and crying and keep them safe from the close-minded of the city, and the outside world…by goodness, he’s going to do that.

Because he knows what it’s like to be lost in world that is too big and too terrifying for one person to take in on their own. And he knows that to overcome that fear – you need to have hope. You need to have joy, and you need to have a childhood.

And Nick is going to do all he can to make sure that the kids out in the Commonwealth get just that, even if it’s from a weathered old Synth Detective like himself.s

Hair dye

(A/N): Heeeeyyyy, I really like Bucky so I decided to use him for this request 

Request:  Hey! I started following you pretty recently, I really like your writing! (not gonna lie I’ve accidentally passed HOURS just scrolling back in your blog reading your stories hahaha) So I’m currently re-dyeing my hair and i got a kick out the idea of Cap or Bucky helping someone dye their hair. Could you possibly write something along those lines? I feel like they’d be apprehensive to the idea at first, like “I like your hair as it is!” but eventually they’d be really into it. Thanks hun!!

Warnings: none

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   You eyes the bottle of gray hair due excitedly, the bottle gleaming under your bathroom light. You’d been wanting to change your hair up a bit for quite sometime but you never knew what to do, but after seeing countless videos of people dying their hair gray you decided that that’s what you wanted to do. Cut to a few days later and you were prepped an ready to go, except for one little problem- you’d never dyed your hair before and you didn’t really know if you trusted yourself enough to try and do this alone which meant you had to recruit the help of someone in the tower, aka Bucky.

     You walk out of your bathroom, your hair already up and in sections, a towel wrapped around your throat, and the bottle of dye in your hand. As far as you knew Bucky was here today- he had been there that morning and he’d gone down to train but you hadn’t seen him since then. 

   You meander out into the living room of your floor and just as you do you smack right into Bucky himself. He’s panting slightly, a thin sheen of sweat covering his chest and face, and those sweat pants are slung around his hips so deliciously low you can almost see- 

     "(Y/N)?“ Bucky questions, his brows furrowed as he looks at you. "What’s uh- what’s up with the hair?” You give him a smile, suddenly remembering why you had left the bathroom in the first place.

     "So, I’ve been thinking about changing my hair for a bit but I didn’t know what I wanted to do-“ you smile sheepishly, shrugging your shoulders a but as you do. "But I found videos of people dying their hair gray and I decided that’s what I wanted to do,” Bucky looks at you for a bit, his eyes traveling Over your hair as he bites his lip.

    “Are you sure you want to change your hair?” He finally asks, breaking the silence that had consumed the two of you. 

     "Yeah, I do…do you not like the idea?“ You pout a bit, starting to feel just a bit self conscience. 

    "It’s just- your natural hair is so pretty,” Bucky states softly, giving you a sheepish smile as he does.

     "Oh…“ You whisper, switching the hair dye bottle between hands. "Well…maybe I’ll get Wanda to help me-”

    “Do you need help?” He asks, folding his arms over his chest. You nod your head, shifting your weight from foot to foot. 

   "Yeah, I’ve never tried to dye my hair before and I want this to look good so I was kinda hoping that you’d help me but uh- I’m kinda guessing that’s out the window now so I’m gonna go ask Wanda or Nat for help,“ You smile at Bucky as you take a step towards the elevator but Bucky catches your arm before you can. 

     "I can help you,” he smiles at you gently, even if the smile didn’t look all too genuine. “I’m pretty sure I know how to dye hair," 

     "You sure? I really can just go get one of the girls to help-” Bucky responds by grabbing the bottle and your hand, guiding you back into the bathroom before you could Ben protest. 

   "Sit on the counter,“ Bucky whispers as he flips the bottle over, reading over the instructions."So I start with the back first?” Bucky asks, popping the cap open as he grabs the brush you had picked up from the beauty supply store. You nod your head head as you hop up on the counter, your back towards Bucky as you look into the mirror. 

      “Yes?” Bucky hums as he dips the brush in the dye, his other hand gingerly holding a strand of your hair as he does.

    “You’re sure about this?” Bucky asks, seriously beginning to make you doubt your decision. He didn’t seem to like the idea all that much but you had loved the thought of gray hair so why should Bucky’s opinion deter you? 

    “Yes,” you sigh, nodding your head. “I’m sure,” Bucky gives his own little sigh as he raises the brush to your hair, the ends of it just barely brushing your neck. 

    “Okay doll,” Bucky whispers as he drags the brush down your strand of hair. Welup- even if you had wanted to back out you couldn’t now, not with Bucky already placing the dye in your hair. You only hoped that you’d actually end up liking it in the end and perhaps Bucky could like it too.

    Nearly an hour later and you were ready to wash the remaining dye out and blow dry your hair. Bucky had been excellent the entire time he dyed your hair, always making sure his touches were gentle, and he’d even cast you an apprehensive smile every now and then. 

   "Okay, head under the faucet,“ Bucky whispers, sticking his hand under the water to make sure it was warm enough. Satisfied with the temperature he whipped around to give you a smile, gesturing to the sink. With your own smile you slid up beside him, maneuvering your head under the sink.

    Bucky’s hands gingerly massaged your hair as he worked out the excess dye, his nails gently scraped along your scalp and you nearly moaned at the attention; damn his hands felt good. 

    "Okay, head up,” You maneuver your head from under the faucet and immediately Bucky wraps a towel around your hair, drying it out a bit before you blow dried it. You hum as Bucky gently dries your hair, his hands gently massaging your head once again. “Okay,” Bucky steps back, bringing the towel with him. “I think you’re done,” You smile at him, quickly pecking his lips before turning and grabbing your hair dryer. 

   "Almost done.“ You correct him, smirking as you plug the machine In. You hop back up on the counter, closing your eyes as you go to flip on the machine; you didn’t want to see your hair just yet, you wanted to be surprised. 

   "Um-” Bucky pauses, gesturing to the hair dryer. “Can I help?” You smile as you hand him the hair dryer and a brush, closing your eyes as you felt the brush of his fingertips against your hair. “Back up on the counter sweetheart,” He whispers, patting the granite counter top a bit. You clamber back on the counter, situating yourself on the cold stone as Bucky began to work on your hair. Gently, as he always was, he brushed your hair out, untangling any knots he worked up when he was drying your hair. After smoothing your tangles out he turned the hair dryer on, slowly beginning to dry your hair.

    It took longer than when you’d do it but Bucky was being so soft and gentle that you honestly couldn’t complain. You hum once again, arching up against his hand as he runs it through your hair, the other hand holding the hair dryer. 

   "Does that feel good?“ He asks, a smug tone to his voice. You nod your head, nearly purring at his touch.

    "Yeah,” you whisper.

     "That’s a shame considering your hair is dry now-“ Bucky shuts off the hair dryer, setting it down on the counter as he once again grabbed the brush to brush at any tangles. 

   "Is it done? Does it look good?” You ask as Bucky inspects your hair, lifting some strands and pushing some others out of the way. 

   "Why don’t you look?“ Bucky asks, gesturing to the mirror. You sigh shakily as you glance at the mirror, a smile suddenly rising to your lips as you caught a glimpse of your hair. 

   "Oh wow,” you whisper, giving the mirror your full attention now. “Bucky this looks great!” You smile at him, quickly hopping off the counter to hug him tightly. Bucky chuckles, hugging you back as you squeeze him. “Wow this is- I love it!" 

    "Yeah?” Bucky questions as he runs his fingers through the now silver hair, each strand glimmering under the bathroom lights. “I think I love it too,”

    “I thought you liked my natural hair?" 

    "Well I do, but this is really cool too,” Bucky smiles, shifting some of your hair around.

    “So you don’t hate it?”

     "No,“ Bucky whispers, pressing a kiss to your hairline. "I don’t hate it. You’re like a really attractive silver fox," 

    "Oh god,” you laugh, shaking your head. “I’m going to be hearing these old jokes until this fades," 

    "You know it,” Bucky chuckles, rubbing his nose against yours. “Hey! We could be that foxy old couple!" 

    "That’s it- I’m dyeing it again,”

i wish this season hadn’t dropped the grundy plot line as abruptly as it did. personally i would like to see archie struggling with what happened and dating/kissing all these girls (valerie, cheryl, veronica, etc) to cover up how distraught he actually is with what happened. and instead of it being brushed off as some scandalous teacher/student thing he actually comes to terms with how wrong what happened was and he gets to deal with his trauma healthily

It’s been 400 years since... ~Naughty November~

Prompt: Hey :) It’s my birthday in three days I’m excited ahah! :D right ok, could you do a Kol smut where the reader is a badass vampire, bitten in like 1509 and is best friends with Rebekah. Kol meets her once, back in the 1600’s but they meet again at the Mikaelson ball, after the party, Kol leads her upstairs and they have rough, vampire, sex :)))))) (66)

Pairing: Kol x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: kinda long

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P.S Happy early birthday ANON!


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cam girl - (a danisnotonfire smut)

not even a request, just got this idea in my head and now I can’t get it out,, help. Also I had to go on actual cam girl sites to know how it works and I actually made a friend lmao (shoutout to kristina, from Warsaw, you are Lovely xx) (also no disrespect to cam girls, y'all work hard and are awesome)

Y/C = your city x

DAN’S POV (never done that before so it Sucks™)

Editing. It’s all I do, all day, everyday. It gets tiring, and all I wanted was a break. As I stared at my bright laptop screen in my dark bedroom, I stumbled across an ad for a website that promised “beautiful women to make you drool!”. Now, usually I don’t fall for stupid shit like this, but honestly I was so sick of editing I would’ve clicked anything. As soon as I clicked it, a separate tab opened, revealing a site full of preview clips of various girls talking/flashing to their desperate forty year old audience.

My eyes scanned over the range of girls the site was offering until I focused on the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. The preview showed her blowing a flirty kiss to the camera, her beautiful eyes sparkling. I clicked on her without hesitation, which led me to a page telling me a bit about her. Much to my delight, she was live. I clicked on her live feed, but was distrusted by the stupid site wanting me to register first. Quickly filling in all my details, I went back to her profile and returned to her live feed.

“Hello, Daniel” she said, leaning closer to the camera as she read my name off the screen. Hundreds of other guys were commenting on her live chat, saying needy shit. One particularly bold guy commented “TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!!”. I cringed at how needy all these people were. The girl giggled and smiled at the camera. “Okay, okay, I will” she said, smirking at the camera. She slowly lifted up her shirt teasingly, before taking it off completely, revealing a lacy black bra. I found myself start to get turned on, she was just so goddamn beautiful. “Okay guys, that’s it for today! See you next week” she said, before logging off.

I was left feeling frustrated and uncomfortably hard. I was about to go watch some poem or something, when a pop up appeared on the screen. “Want more? Pay £30 for a private session with this girl!”. I stared at the screen, furrowing my eyebrows in thought. Was j about to spend money on some random girl on a cringe website? Apparently so, as my hands seemed t move at their own accord, clicking on “but a session”. Just like that, the money was taken from my account and a new loading screen appeared on the page.

Her beautiful smile filled the screen as she cocked her head to the side, still only in her bra. “Hi Daniel. You were in my show early, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I was” I replied quietly, before realising she couldn’t hear me. I was about to type a message in when she answered.

“Well nice to see you again”. She could hear me? I noticed the small box on the corner of the screen, and realised she could see me too. The hideous lighting from my laptop must have made me look terrible, but at that moment I didn’t readily care.

“What’s your name?” I asked her, genuinely curious.

She raised a perfect eyebrow, that sexy smirk still on her face. “Interesting, most guys don’t bother to ask. My name is y/n. Y/n Y/ln.”

‘Y/n…’ I thought, smiling internally. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.

“So, Dan. What can I do for you?” she asked. I blushed at the thought of all the things I could say to her, all the things I could tell her to do. But I didn’t want to come across like one of those needy guys on her live chat. I decided to opt for a different route.

“Whatever you want to do, y/n” I answered, smiling lazily. She smiled at this and seemed to think about what to do before talking.

“Is it just me, or is it unfair that I’m almost naked and you’re still fully clothed?” She teased, biting her lip. I gulped at her words, before tugging my shirt off. “Better” she said, nodding her head in approval.

“I love that bra of yours, but I think I’d love it even more to see you without it” I said, trying to sound more confident than I actually was. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, slowly, ever so slowly, dragging the straps down her beautiful shoulders before it fell off. I couldn’t help but stare at her boobs and in that moment I wanted nothing more than to be there, kissing her torso and sucking on her nipples.

My jeans were getting uncomfortably tight now, so I unbuttoned them and pulled out and awkwardly shuffled out of them, revealing my boxers. The tent in them was embarrassingly obvious, but y/n seemed into it. “If I was there with you, I’d leave loving kisses from those collarbones of your to your v line, massaging you r balls with my tongue before licking alone down to your skit…” she began. I stroked myself through my boxers, groaning slightly before pulling them off completely, revealing them to y/n.

My eyes widened as I watched her sneak a hand into her panties, rubbing herself with her head thrown back. It was honestly the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and when she moaned I thought I was gonna cum right then. “Go on baby girl, play with that pretty pussy of yours. Imagine it’s me next to you, touching you where you want me to , making you feel so good”. She moaned again at my words, making me stroke wrapt my whole hand aground myself and pump hard.

“Fuck, I’m so close Dan!” she told me, grinding on her own fingers as she thrust them in and out.

“Me too baby girl. Don’t cum till I say so” I warned, my dominant side coming out. I felt that familiar warmth in my stomach as my orgasm approached and i moved my hands faster and faster. “Okay now!” I ordered. Y/n yelled in pleasure as her orgasm washed over her, swearwords spilling out of her lips. I came immediately after, cum shooting onto my hands and a little on the laptop screen.

After a few moments of silence as we both caught our breath, y/n spoke. “So what do you think? Would you say that was worth thirty quid?”. She had her flirtatious smile on again that made my heart beat faster.

“Hmmm. Not quite yet. I think it wouldn’t be complete until you agree to be mine” I replied, smiling at her.

“A long distance relationship? Wouldn’t that be hard?” She questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh I’m sure we could find other ways to make up for the lack of intimacy….”

because it’s canon that lance comes from a big family and i just can see him doing shit like this because he is used to and also pidge needs some sibling love ok

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for anons who wanted worker!reader, bigsister!reader, and domestic!alfie

i hope i did you proud

“It’s perfect for you, I promise”

“I don’t know, Alice, I have the girls to think about”

“I know, but think about it. If you’re going to live in gang territory, you can pick a trench and have people to back you up or you can sit in no man’s land and hope the shit misses you on the way past”

“That’s very romantic, I’ll tell Ollie you said that”

“Oh piss off, I got with Ollie before I knew all his shit. You have that advantage – you’d know what you’re walking into”

“When I get with Ollie?” you teased back at her, trying to avoid the serious part of this conversation. You’d had enough of serious the last few weeks.

She lifted her eyebrow at you and tilted her head.

“You need a job, I have a job for you”

“As a gangster’s personal secretary, yeah it’s a dream career”

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[…]you find an initial attraction with a girl…a brunette with brown eyes…and on some subconscious level, you think that this girl is going to be the one to help you get over the girl you’ve been in love with since middle school.  So, you try to make it work even though you find out pretty quickly that this girl is no Riley Matthews because…well, we both know there is only one of those in the world.  You think that you can force it…maybe even make yourself believe that this time will be different…but then around the two-month mark, a certain four letter word starts to get tossed around and you realize that you aren’t in love with the girl you’re dating.  So, instead of leading her on, you end things and move on to the next one, hoping that this one will be the one to make you forget about the girl you actually do love…the one girl you think you can’t have because she threw you into the ‘brother’ category seven years ago.
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Last First Kiss. Part 2. (Peter Parker.)

Requested – Yes. Thank you so much for that, by the way!

Prompt – Confused about the talk with Spiderman, you took his advice and did not give up on Peter Parker.

Warning – Feels.

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Just Relax

A/N: This is set like, right before they found the bunker, not that it’s super important to this story lol

Request: Sam x reader fluff, they’ve been friends forever and their feelings finally come out

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Just fluff <3

Word Count: 1k

Originally posted by zest-wincest

It was like any other Friday night with the Winchesters’ that you all weren’t working a case. Sitting at a sketchy bar, on the outskirts of some rinky dink town. You didn’t mind it usually, but you weren’t feeling tonight. Dean was normally the one to drag you and Sam out. He didn’t always get that sometimes you guys wanted to just relax for awhile. So here you were, drinking a beer, your face in your phone trying to drown out the noise around you, Sam doing the same.

“You guys aren’t any fun.” Dean was looking across the table at the two of you. “Hey! Earth to Sam and Y/N.”

Sam looked up. “Dean, you just drug us here to help you pick out a girl.”

“That is, pshh,” Dean acted offended, “that isn’t true. I don’t need help getting a girl.”

“Okay then, I’m going back to the motel.” Sam stood up and you looked at him.

“You wanna come with Y/N?” He asked you.

“Uh, I might soon, I think I’m gonna have another beer.”

“See? Someone wants to hang out with me.” Dean added.

“Okay, see you in a bit then.” Sam said. He ran a hand through his hair and turned to leave, almost like he was disappointed you didn’t go with. When he was gone, Dean playfully swatted your phone out of your hand.

“So when are you and Sammy gonna confess your love for each other?” He asked, you glared at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You lied. You really did have feelings for Sam, and Dean constantly teased you both about it.

“Come on, Y/N, you two have been playing this game for so long I have whiplash.” You looked at Dean again, slightly annoyed.

“I don’t think he feels the same Dean, he probably would have said something by now.” Dean just rolled his eyes.

“You keep telling yourself that kiddo.” He said before he leaned back and took a drink from his beer. You finished off yours and stood up.

“I think I’m gonna go back to the motel and get some sleep.” Dean winked at you and sat his beer down.

“Do I need to get a different room?”

“Ew, Dean, no.” You rolled your eyes and left.

The motel was just a short walk from the bar. As you were walking you were wondering if you should speak up about your feelings for Sam, maybe then Dean would leave you alone. But did Sam really feel the same way? If he did, it they had to have been recent feelings, Dean’s only teased you about it for a few months and you’ve been secretly pining after Sam for three years. At least Dean never teased you guys while you were all together, he probably wanted to save himself from a little awkwardness. Regardless of how Sam felt, he was still your best friend and you were just glad to have him around.

You let yourself into the motel room expecting Sam to be asleep. So when you tried to close the door as quietly as you could, you were startled when Sam started laughing at you. He was sitting on his bed, flipping through tv channels.

“Didn’t mean to scare you, but did you even bother to look and see if I was sleeping?”

You threw your key down and plopped on the couch, “No, I didn’t.” You chuckled a little bit, you were really out of your head when you walked in.

You picked up a lore book that was sitting next to you on the couch and started flipping through it.

“Put the book down, Y/N. We’re going to relax.” You looked at him, threw the book down and got up, and plopped down next to him on his bed.

“I don’t think I remember how to relax, it’s been so long.”

“I know,” he said. “Stand up for a sec.”

“Standing up isn’t relaxing.” You smirked at him. You hardly even noticed that you were flirty with him.

“Just do it.” You did as he said and he stood up infront of you.

“Hold your arms out.” He didn’t give you the chance to, because he did it for you. You got goosebumps any time he touched you.

“What are you doing?” He bent down by the nightstand and pretended to look for something. He stood back up, a mischievous smile on his face. You quickly realized that he had just set you up to tickle you.

He attacked your sides before you could lower your arms, twisting and pulling away as you tried to fight him off, causing you to trip over a boot on the floor and fall, you grabbed onto Sam but it was too late, he was coming down with you. You both landed and rolled on your backs, laying next to each other, laughing.

When you the both of you caught your breath, you laid your arms down at your sides, Sam’s hand quickly finding yours, rubbing the back of it with his thumb. You felt a blush creep up on your face, and you boldly intertwined your fingers with his. Okay, I’m doing this, you thought. You looked over at him to find he’d been watching you. He quickly leaned up and placed his lips on yours, his free hand  coming to your cheek. You scooted in closer to him so that he was now laying over you. You brought your free hand up to his arm and pushed him back.

“I uh..need to breathe, Sam.”

“Right. Sorry, I,” He cleared his throat, “I’ve just wanted to do that for a while.”

You tightened your grip on his arm when he tried to get up. “Don’t apologize” You said as you pulled him back down for another kiss. When you broke apart again, you looked at Sam, smiling. His eyes were glued to yours.

“I’ve wanted to do that for awhile too, Sam.”

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okay, so, you know how chat is just so over-the-top with his flirting? i was thinking about this and what if — and i know this has been disproved by the webisodes but shhhh — what if ladybug honestly didn’t realize chat was serious?

like, at all? like, she honestly thought he was 100% joking in all his lines?

now consider: an inverse marichat scenario

  • ladybug, in her well-meaning wish to bond with her partner, asks chat who he likes
  • he, thinking she’s joking (because honestly how could she miss it), responds that ‘it’s her,’ kind of lightly, kind of jokingly, etc etc etc of course she knows it’s her
  • except maybe she doesn’t, because she laughs, girly-giggly-bright, and bumps his shoulder, saying, “No, really, I mean it! Who do you like?”
  • he tries to set her straight, but the damage is already done: “C’mon, Chat. I know you’re a huge flirt but there’s gotta be somebody who’s captured your heart~ I won’t tell anyone, I promise!”
  • the boy, quite reasonably, is crushed
  • after a bit more pressing, a much sadder cat confesses (a bit pointedly lbr) that there’s this amazing, amazing girl who hung the stars in the sky, who he doesn’t know nearly as well as he’d like, who’s incredibly brave, (etc etc etc) and who doesn’t take him seriously at all
  • ladybug is h o r r i f i e d
  • she knows her partner is a silly dork but how dare this girl! didn’t she see what she had? didn’t she see what she could have?
  • ladybug is going to have Words
  • or, better yet, she’s going to help chat get the girl of his dreams
  • first, she just needs to figure out who that girl is
  • Ladybug’s Thought Process: dismiss all superlatives > ‘chat doesn’t know her that well’ (”not true,” chat would insist if he could hear that. “just not as well as I want to!”) + ‘doesn’t take him seriously’ = ??? > does she know anyone like that…? > …oh shit > oh shit
  • does he like marinette?
  • “Chat… that girl you like… is she Marinette?”
  • chat’s jaw drops
  • “H—… How…?”
  • HOW DID YOU GET MARINETTE FROM T H A T ? he wants to scream.
  • he’s spoken with her like three times! (as chat)
  • ((he’s spoken with her three times while flirting like the wind and making a giant fool of himself, just fyi))
  • ((it’s not that big of a leap))
  • Ladybug Finds Herself in a Quandary, headlines at six
  • 1) it’s her! she’s the girl who dared to not know what she had!
  • 2) chat likes marinette, whom he’s spoken with three times, but not ladybug, whom he talks to every few days at least? (she doesn’t blame him for that — he knows full well how bullheaded, cocky, and thoughtless ladybug can get — but it’s a little saddening, nonetheless)
  • 3) she’d sworn to herself she’d help out, but helping chat get together with herself?
  • “Women’s intuition,” she says, brushing it off. “She’s cute! You should ask her out!”
  • Ladybug’s Logic™: chat likes marinette > chat doesn’t like ladybug > ladybug is marinette > marinette is ladybug > if she spends enough time with chat as marinette, he’ll see just how bullheaded, cocky, and thoughtless she is (how much like ladybug she is) and fall out of love with her > this will free him up to like someone who isn’t her > a strangely sad thought, but better than him pining over someone he doesn’t truly know… right?
  • it takes a bit more pressing, but eventually, an oddly depressed chat agrees to let her set up a date between the two
  • ladybug’s Got This
  • do you see where this is going?
  • with a drooping tail and a hundred apologies on his tongue, chat shows up at the bakery
  • “I’m so sorry you got dragged this,” he tries to apologize when Marinette opens the door. “Ladybug forgets to listen sometimes, and—”
  • marinette grabs him by the arm and just about takes off running
  • it is the first date of many
  • and, the thing is, it works
  • ladybug’s plan works
  • chat sees exactly how bullheaded, cocky, and thoughtless marinette is
  • that is, he sees exactly how much like ladybug she is
  • shit, thinks chat “so stubborn and so irresistible” noir, watching marinette scramble up to the top of some very high place on her wit alone and grin down at him in the evening light
  • shit, thinks chat “she’s crazy awesome” noir, watching marinette come up with a plan to get them both out of trouble in mere minutes and relay it to him with a mischievous giggle that would make anyone’s heart trip
  • s h i t, thinks adrien “whoever she is, I love that girl” agreste, watching as marinette wraps their whole class around her finger with a speech, animated and fearless and powerful, promises of stars in her eyes and the gravity of supernovas in her voice
  • (“I think I have a type,” Adrien ‘I did not ask for this boner’ Agreste confesses to his close friend, Nino, after that particular spectacle.
  • Nino pats his shoulder in pure empathy.
  • From somewhere behind them, Alya sighs, “Don’t we all.”)

imagine an inverse ‘imma help my best friend out with their crush’ au

Happiness || Mino


Summary:  You had always wanted him to be happy. Maybe giving up your own happiness was what would make it all better.

Word Count: 1,257

A/N: Hey there Anon, thank you very much for the request! I tried something a little different since there wasn’t anything specific in the request. Hope you don’t mind, babe!

Part 2 >>

The room was bubbling with conversation as the many onlookers starred at the couple who stood side by side, hands intertwined and practically joint at the hip. The man pressed a kiss to the woman’s cheek, eliciting an “Aw” from the group they were talking to. The woman pulled her hand out and brandished the engagement ring; the diamonds glistened mockingly under the fluorescent light.

You looked away, causing your heart to drop into your diaphragm. You thought there was something wrong with watching your best friend kiss another girl. Maybe it was the inherent jealousy you knew you had. Maybe it confirmed your beliefs that you just weren’t good enough.

“[Y/N]?” You looked and saw Jiho standing to your right, drink cradled into his hand as he looked at you sympathetically. “You alright?”

You nodded, responding with a curt “Fine.” You went to look up again but winced, catching the loving look Mino had sent to his fiancée. Jiho looked between you and his best friend and sighed. He shook his head and walked over, taking in your much deflated demeanour.

You and Mino had been childhood friends, unable to be separated from your diaper days. You met Jiho when Mino began his underground rap career. Somewhere along the way, you had come to terms with your feelings - the infamously cliché unrequited love that many dramas had emphasised and romanticised. When it dawned on you, you refused to tell him. Just like the many other stories you had heard, you didn’t want to run the risk of ruining a long running friendship… So you stayed quiet, remained by Mino’s side to play the role of the best friend while girl after girl snagged his attention.

He was happy, and if he was happy then you were happy.

And then he met her, and you know that she was the one for him… You just never thought they would become engaged so quickly.

Jiho exhaled deeply as he stood next to you, your elbows brushing against each other because of the close proximity. While you averted your gaze to your feet, he defiantly starred where you could not. “I’m offended that you think I’m that big of an idiot to not know what’s going on in the pretty head of yours.” He said, looking away momentarily to tap his fingers against the crown of your skull.

“If you already knew, why did you ask then?” You challenged.

“Because sometimes it’s nice to hear people admit to their problems rather than interrogate the truth out of them.”

You didn’t answer, instead you gestured out for his drink. He handed it over without a side thought and watched you scull it down in one breath. “Why the fuck are you drinking that shit?” You coughed out, the taste of the abysmal beer still lingered in your mouth. He lightly patted your back to help you work through your coughing fit.

“I don’t know… I needed something stronger to help me forget this shitty night.” Jiho answered, moving so his arm draped itself comfortably around your shoulders.

You both looked to the happy couple; they were completely oblivious to the obvious negativity that radiated from your part of the room.

Jiho shook his head subconsciously. He had watched toy fall more and more in love with his best friend during your curious trio of a friendship. If there was one person who knew how you felt, he was your man.

“And I’m assuming you-”

“Aren’t doing that great either? Yeah, you got that right.” He responded bitterly, taking the empty glass from your hand and giving it to a passing waiter, glaring at the clear cup ever so slightly.

Just like you, Jiho suffered from the tragedy of unreciprocated love. Sadly and uncannily enough, the girl he was head over heels for was the same girl his best friend was now engaged to.

Just as Jiho spoke, your eyes met with Mino’s. He grinned at you, waving from across the room with his free hand. He whispered something to his fiancée before he began to make his way towards the two of you.

Jiho looked at you again, lips pulled into a thin line. “You wanna talk to him in privately?” You nodded. “I’ll be up on the roof if you wanted to talk,” he murmured, “don’t leave me hanging.”

Mino’s steps faltered as he watched Jiho pull you into a quick hug before walking past him, not at all acknowledging his presence.

“Hey,” you smiled as your best friend stopped in front of you, “how do you feel Mr. I’m-Getting-Married?” You asked, making him shrug.

“It’s weird…” He admitted, rubbing the nape of his neck sheepishly. “I didn’t think she’d actually say yes… She’s way out of my league.”

“Mino, of course she’d say yes, it’s you. Who wouldn’t say yes?” You retorted seriously, rolling your eyes and making him laugh.

As it fell silent between you two, Mino noticed that the smile you sent him never actually made it to your eyes. “Are you okay, [Y/N]?”

You nodded. “Of course,” you answered, “my best friend is getting married - how could I not be okay? I’m so happy for you.”

“Come here, you loser…” He sighed, pulling you into a tight hug. Your arms instinctively hugged his torso tightly, savouring the first hug he’d given you since he started dating his fiancée. Tears threatened to spill over your eyes and you mentally threatened yourself to stay calm. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Are you happy, Mino?”

“What are you even-?”

“Are you happy that you’re marrying your dream girl?”

“I mean, of course I am, but you don’t seem to be-”

“Then if you’re happy, I’m happy.” You concluded, looking up at him with a smile, a sense of defeat rushing through your veins.

Mino looked at you dead in the eye, unable to read you like he normally could. Your heart sped up involuntarily as you looked back; comprehending the confusion and intensity of his gaze you had never seen before. After more silence, he nodded and let you go. You already missed the comforting feeling of his hugs.

“Now get going to your girl, she looks like she needs your help in remembering some names.” You stated, nodding your head in the direction to the girl who replaced you. Mino followed your gaze and shook his head.

“I’ll come talk to you again later, yeah?”

“If you can find me.”

“I’ll always be able to find you.” He smiled one last time before retreating to his fiancée’s side.

As you watched his figure leave, you exhaled in defeat. You made your way to one of the waiters and grabbed two of the drinks on their platter before following the path Jiho had taken only a few minutes ago.

You emerged on to the roof top and saw Jiho’s figure standing near the roof’s railings. As you approached, Jiho spoke up. “Settled everything?”

“Yes and no.” You replied, taking your spot next to him, holding out one of the two drinks to him. “If you really want to know, I settled for his happiness.”

“Welcome to the club…” He said as he gratefully took the drink into his own hands. He held it out slightly to cheers. “To the happiness of the people we were inadvertently rejected by.”

“That’s one long as toast.” You laughed. “To being rejected.” You tapped your glass against his before the two of you took a long drink in unison.

anonymous asked:

Seventeen's reaction when you're very short (I'm 18, but wow I'm still 4"8 ft), and you're trying to reach something from some place that you can't reach

yeah join the short girl club, both Admin H and I are 5ft :’( I did this as a gif reaction so hope you like it x (GIF credits to their owners.)

Seungcheol: Tease who’d ask ‘you sure you don’t need my help?’

Originally posted by hansols

Jeonghan: Would make fun of you from a distance before actually helping you.

Originally posted by saltyjeonghan

Joshua: Would think you’re cute until you give him the death stare

Originally posted by mountean

then he’d transform into Gentleman Joshua and help you <3

Originally posted by seventeendiamonds17

Jun: Would see you struggling and instead of helping, this asshole would ask how it’s going

Originally posted by wenjunhui

Hoshi: Would begin to help but get distracted halfway

Originally posted by seventeendiamonds17

Wonwoo: Already flying to the top shelf to get what you need ;)

Originally posted by lovelettermp4

Woozi: ‘I’ll go get a chair’

Originally posted by grown-man-woozi

DK: On his way to steal your girl help you

Originally posted by swaggymaknae

Mingyu: ‘So, you can’t reach that hmm?’

Originally posted by mountean

The8: Sitting on the top shelf going ‘What will you do for me if I give this to you?’

Originally posted by the8thegr8

Seungkwan: Would offer to help you but would really be like ‘And they said I was useless’

Originally posted by jeonlyu

Vernon: Too busy jamming to his mixtapes to help you

Originally posted by hanwooz

But if the other members tried to help, he’d pop up

Originally posted by sneezes

Dino: Wouldn’t let anyone get to you first, small giant on the way!

Originally posted by faceofdistaste

Thanks for requesting x

Admin M

Superpower (4) - Pietro Maximoff x (f)Reader

Originally posted by all-sorts-of-smuff

Words: 1564 (Wowza)
Pairing: I mean it continues with the Pietro Maximoff x Reader parts but it’s more like Maximoff kid x reader which is still cute
Featuring: Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers
Requested by @sexymackstan
So part 3 is when jasper is older and he has a girlfriend , she knows about his powers bc she’s one too. You and pietro love her but you had a feeling something was off with her. So you had Bruce and nat find out what the secret could be.”
Author’s Note: I realllly liked this request but it’s not really pietroxreader so i apologize if that wasn’t had in mind but i think it still came out cool since it kinda continues what happened after jasper grows up :) { @wintersdoll }

One Two Three


“Hey Tony, you need help with anything?”

“I’m good right now, kiddo. Bruce might enjoy your help, though.” Tony replied.

“I was just about to head out for lunch.” Bruce added in. “It’s been a long day. You want to join?”

“Not hungry. You think Steve needs help with anything?”

“Feel free to ask the old man. He might be training, he’s been helping Wanda with this new power she discovered, though.” Tony said.

“Oh, what about Natasha?”

“That’s actually who I’m going to lunch with, Clint might join us too. Sorry, Jasper.” Bruce cut in as he grabbed his things.

“Ugh, everyone’s always so busy.” The sixteen year old groaned.

“What about your parents?”

Jasper rolled his eyes and looked over at Tony. “They’re my parents.

“Good point. Don’t you have a girlfriend?”

“I didn’t think she was allowed to come to the facility, you know, Avengers.” Jasper sighed.

“Isn’t the reason you two are together because you both are super enhanced?” Tony asked.

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