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“Marinette, why is Chat Noir climbing in through your window?”
Marinette turned from her screen to look at a very bemused Alya, and
then at the black cat who was now sitting frozen in shock on her bed.
She should have expected it, really. As much as they were both at her
house, it was a miracle that it hadn’t happened already. But this was
Saturday night, and Chat usually didn’t come on a Saturday unless he had
to miss Friday, so having Alya stay over that night should have been
safe. What was he doing here two nights in a row?
“Earth to Marinette?”
She blinked, and realized that Alya was still staring at her expectantly. “Uh, patrolling?” she said intelligently.
Chat’s eyes darted in panic between them. “Yeah, patrolling! I was
just conducting an in-depth patrol, visiting totally random citizens in
their homes, but, um, I can see that there’s no akuma here, so I’ll
just, uh, be on my way—”
“Oh, no you don’t!” Alya leapt up and grabbed his tail, catching him
with his torso already half outside. She coiled the end of it around
her fist and tugged, smirking. “If you don’t stick around, then you’re
going to leave poor Marinette to face interrogation alone.”
Chat sighed and dropped back to the bed, pulling the trap door closed behind him.
“Don’t ‘Alya’ me, M,” she tossed back, making herself comfortable on
the chaise. “You’re the one who’s been secretly meeting with one half
of Paris’s super duo. And don’t even try to tell me this was the first
time. That cat has obviously been here before.”
“Ok, so, maybe he’s been here once or twice before—”
“The cat’s out of the bag now, Princess.” He dropped to the floor
next to where Marinette still sat in her desk chair, and leaned his head
against her knee. “You might as well come clean. You know the
Ladyblogger better than I do, but even I know she’s not gonna quit till
she gets her scoop.”
Alya’s eyes had lit at his use of her nickname, and Marinette groaned. “Now you’ve done it, you mangy cat.”
“ ‘Princess’? He has a pet name for you? Girl, how long have you been holding out on me?”
“A while?” She shrugged. “I don’t really remember when it started. And it wasn’t that often at first.”
Alya’s hands twitched on her phone, like she was itching to start recording this like an interview. “How did it even start?”
“I was out on my balcony one evening, and I saw him vaulting around
the rooftops. I said hi, and he came and sat on my balcony for a while,
and…” She shrugged again, and thoughtlessly dropped her hand onto his
head and began to absently scratch his ears. Chat pushed his head into
her hand and closed his eyes happily under her ministrations.
Alya noted both of these things with interest, but didn’t interrupt.
“And I came back,” Chat said without opening his eyes, “because she’s good company. And she feeds me.”
Alya laughed. “Marinette, don’t you know better than to feed strays?”
“Well, I do now,” she laughed.
“Hey!” He lifted his head to glare at her indignantly.
“You know I’m only teasing, Chaton.” His expression eased, and he put his head against her knee once more.
Alya’s brows climbed up into her hairline, but she still didn’t
comment. “So why didn’t you tell me that you’ve had a superhero
visiting your bedroom, Mari?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugged yet again. “The first time, I thought
it was a one-time thing. And what was I going to say, ‘Chat Noir just
happened by my balcony yesterday, and kept me company for a few hours’
“A few hours?”
“We were bored.”
“Whatever.” Marinette waved a hand dismissively. “I just didn’t
mention it. I mean, I told my parents, because I didn’t want them to
freak out, but it…just didn’t really occur to me to tell anyone else.”
“I’m glad she didn’t,” Chat put in quietly. “If it got out that I
like to come here, it might put her family in danger. And if it got out
that she’s a friend of mine, it would definitely put her in danger.”
“I guess I can see that.” Alya nodded thoughtfully. “So, you guys are just…friends? What do you do?”
“Whatever, really. Play Mecha Strike, watch movies, do homework…”
“I help her with her physics.” Chat grinned. “And model for her when she needs a muse.”
“With, or without the suit?”
“Alya!” Marinette just knew that her face was scarlet.
“What? It’s a valid question.”
Chat laughed, and waggled his brows suggestively. “With the suit, this time. But next time? Who knows.”
She pulled her fingers from his hair, and nudged his head with her knee. “Ugh, Chat, I think it’s time for you to go.”
“Do I have to?” He pouted.
“Yes. Go. I’ll see you…another time. Ok?”
“Fine. A cat knows when he’s not wanted.” He stood and winked at
Marinette with his back to the chaise, so that Alya wouldn’t see. Then
climbed the ladder to Marinette’s loft bed, and pushed open the door in
the ceiling. “See you later, Ladyblogger. Goodnight, Princess,” he
called down, and then he was gone, the door closed quietly behind him.
Alya turned back to Marinette, who was still staring at the skylight
with a soft smile. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng, are you dating Chat Noir?!”
- Bernie cuts her thumb when she’s slicing toast, has to go get stitches at hospital. She’s eight, but she doesn’t cry (not really one for emotional displays), doesn’t scream or run away. Instead she’s fascinated by what the nurse does, by every bit, by watching the doctors work; knows there and then that’s what she wants to do when she grows up.
- They won’t kiss at work, won’t have sex in the supply closet, no matter how much they want to. They won’t even hold hands, at the start. But sometimes she’ll let her fingers brush against Serena’s in the corridor or when they’re scrubbing in, or let her thumb press against her wrist (the palm of her hand) when she says goodnight to her, says see you later? And their restraint at work makes her revel in their freedom, their affection, their tactility, at home. Bernie can’t believe it’s real, any time Serena touches her like that, any time she asks Bernie to touch her too - her thumb making marks in the skin above her trembling hips, or caressing the line of her cheekbone, or tracing nonsense in the small of her back. And sometimes they just tangle themselves up on the couch at Bernie’s, close together and exhausted, best each other in thumb wars while they talk about their days. Bernie usually wins.
“Thanks for walking me home.” Ty said. “No problem puppy.” Evie smirked. “Hey!” he said “I thought you’d be the one not to call me that.” “We’ll see I guess.” she said “I don’t know you that well yet.” “True, I’m a nice guy though. Promise.” “That’s what they all say.” she chuckled “Anyways, gotta catch some Zs now. See you later dude.” “Yeah goodnight.” Ty smiled. “Night.” She watched as he walked away into his building and then looked up at the starry night sky. A pleasant feeling of content rushed over her and she smiled to herself. She liked the night, the quiet. Working nights suited her well, even though she didn’t get to see Maisie as much as she wanted.
You sat at the dinning table with fidgeting fingers and tapping toes. Anxiety rushed through your blood. Jackson’s hand placed itself over one of yours as a way to calm you down. “Don’t worry. I’m here beside you.” You grinned and slightly made eye contact with him even though he had not convinced you. His finger hooked under your chin to bring your eyes to his. “Trust me, will you?”
You missed the ocean breeze, the smell of salt water clearing your nose as Jimin drove you away from the beach and back to Seoul. Nobody spoke of what happened on the beach, at least you weren`t going to be the one to talk about it. Your hair was blowing along with the wind and you still watched the moon as if it was following you whenever you went. You found appreciation for the radio, its static sound filling the silent void and you prayed it would stay like this until you heard him clear his throat.
“Y/N. We need to talk about what happened and I..”
“Can we just not, at least not tonight, Jimin?”
“Understood.” He turned back to the road, reaching your apartment building and you got out, Jimin not following.
“I’ll see you later. Goodnight, Jimin.”
“Goodnight, Y/N.” You waved as he drove off, speeding far away from you as possible and you walked up to Jeongguk’s door.
“Hey, Bambi. The bastard couldn’t walk you up here.” You simply smiled at him, receiving a confusing look in return and you walked past him.
“What happened to you? You’re not bickering with me.” Images of Jimin’s rosy lips on yours, the soft whispering that followed, his hands pressing against your back…
“It’s nothing, Jeongguk.”
“Okay, when a girl says it’s nothing, it’s something. What, did he kiss you? He did, didn’t he? That fucking squid ink-haired bastard.”
“Squid ink-haired bastard?”
“Don’t mock me, woman.”
“How much did you miss me?”
“Hmm,” he stepped in front of you while you looked up at him and he put his finger on his cheek, “not one bit.”
“How could I miss you when I knew you would come right back?”
“I’m just kidding, Bambi.”
“Sure.” You went to change into a shirt and sweatpants and Jeongguk was standing right outside the door.
“Sweet baby Jesus- I need to put a bell on you or something; you’re going to give me a heart attack one day.”
“I should have stayed with Jimin.”
“What does that bastard have that I don’t?”
“Dancing skills, a soul, maybe a heart?”
“I have dancing skills, souls don’t exist and I’m pretty sure I have a heart or I wouldn’t be here.”
“Fine, choose a song.” You played a simple hip-hop song and he put on his hood, starting to move in the weirdest way possible. He had the stupidest look on his face possible and you couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous he looked. He stopped in the middle of the song with you uncontrollably laughing and he smiled before walking over to hold you.
“Finally, my precious Bambi is so happy.”
“That was the worse dance I’ve ever seen.”
“Come on, you’ll never see better than that.”
“You’re delusional and cute.”
“I am cute, aren’t I?” You rolled your eyes and he squeezed you, you whining for him to let go but he would tighten his grip.
“Man, I love it when you scream my name.”
“You’re such a pervert.”
“Only for you.”
“Do you think about things other than sex?”
“Do you want the truth or a lie?”
“It’s better if you don’t answer, then.”
“But what happened?”
“Yah,” you hit him with a pillow before continuing, “why do you want to know so badly?”
He hit you back before speaking, “I don’t want him put moves on you.”
“He’s not like you.”
“I know he’s not nearly as handsome as I am but he has one thing over me. He knows you. He knows you in ways that I want to know. Something as simple as your favourite colour to why you can only sleep on the left side of the bed or why you never tie your hair up or where that little scar on your leg is from.” He made eye contact with you, making it feel more serious and you were nervous. You knew he was right, Jimin knew everything about you, from your height to your favourite finger.
“Woah, that got serious. Look, it’s a bunny on a pogo stick. Look at it go.”
“You ate, right?”
“Jeongguk, look at me.”
“Bambi, you know you’re really bossy.” You grabbed his face, making him look at you and leaned in. He tasted like the sugarplums you got at Christmas, sugary sweet and you couldn’t let him go yet. He caressed your cheeks, only pulling away when you were both out of breath.
“I don’t have a favourite colour, sleeping my right side hurt my sides, I don’t look good with my hair tied up and the scar is from climbing a school fence to get a soccer ball when I was younger.”
“You played soccer?”
“Yeah.” You left sports behind because you found it harder to juggle a job, school and friends.
“I played it too. Although I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a soccer uniform.”
“Jeongguk.” The moment he gets serious with you, he turns into a lewd conversation.
“You have a talent. You make everything into something dirty.”
“Oh, come on. You like it, I mean you like me, right?” You turned away from him and he tried to get your attention, poking your cheek, playing with your hair, making animal noises which you particularly disliked, but he sighed before trying one more time.
“I love you.”
“What?” You snapped your head in his direction and he had that grin on his face again. Dammit, you fell off it again.
“You looked at me, finally.”
“That’s because you said something weird!”
“What, saying I love you is weird? Oh, your cheeks are burning up.” He put his hand on your cheek and you pushed him away. You cursed at him, his response just laughter and that silly grin before you rush off to bed. Sometimes it felt like he was 12, not 20.
“What do you want, you weirdo?” He opened the door and you lied on the bed with your back turned to him. He climbed in beside you, spooning you and his lips were close to your ear.
“I really do love you.” He placed a kiss in your hair before resting his head in the pillow, your heartbeat sped up and you turned to look at him.
“J-Jeongguk.” You turned around somehow and he was out like a light, he wouldn’t admit he was tired until you found him fast asleep. You pet his hair and he moved a bit, resulting in his beanie coming off.
“Mumma?” your littlest son piped up tiredly, head lolling onto your shoulder as he fought with his heavy eyes to keep them open.
“What’s that, baby?” You placed the finished nightly bedtime book on the nightstand and adjusted your arms so he could cuddle closer against your side. You kissed the top of his head and held him close against your side, feeling his soft breath wash over the base of your neck. You breathed in the scent of his freshly from the bath skin, reaching your fingers up to card softly through his hair.
“I know what I’d like for Christmas,” he explained in his drowsy voice that had gone lispy.
You smiled against his hair, with a soft laugh. “Do you, now? Already? You already decided?”
“Is it a secret?” You bumped your nose against his temple, lowering your voice to a whisper as if someone whose ears weren’t meant to hear might find out. “Or is it okay if you tell me?”
“No, it’s okay,” he explained, absentmindedly playing with your fingers as he spoke. “I want a baby sister.”
Summary/Request: You like Steve Rogers because he’s sweet and kind and doesn’t look at you like a piece of meat. Steve likes you because you treat him like anyone else, make him feel confident, and look at him like he’s just as tall as all the other guys.
hyeliniseo: My mama bird hani hani hani 25th Happy Birthday.
We always spend your birthday oversea…
This year I couldn’t cook you seaweed soup as well, but after we go back to Korea I will give your delivery service. Seaweed soup delivery man ㅋㅋㅋㅋ This is the fourth year we are together. You are always wise and always learning. EXID is grateful to have you in its life.
I, your sister, am happy that I can be together with you during the splendid moments of my life.
PS. Eat meals regularly instead of eating snacks. Goodnight. I am not sure if it’s today or tommorrow, but anyway see you 4 hours later ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Goodnight
Happy belated birthday, from Mari and Hannah. we decided to collab on this wonderous occasion to celebrate your birth. hope you had an amazing day sweetie.
and yes, this does have a part two. this part was written by Mari
“Oh my god, you’re pathetic,” Piper said. She was standing next to Percy who was currently lying on the couch eating ice cream and watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s. “Annabeth is just in a different time zone, she didn’t break up with you, you loser.”
“She is three thousand six hundred twenty five miles away,” Percy said and sighed. “It’s been a three weeks Pipes. I don’t remember the last time we spent more than a week apart and now I have to spend six months without her.”
“Percy, get off the couch, take a shower because you stink, and we’re going to grab some pizza for dinner, okay?” Piper stood in front of the tv, hands were resting on her hips and she had her ‘do what I say or else’ look on. “You’re not going to spend your day off being pathetic. I’m not going to allow it.”
Percy grunted and Piper grabbed a cushion and started hitting him until he finally stood up.
“I’m going! I’m going!” Percy said while trying to avoid being hit. “Can’t you let a man being pathetic because he is missing his girlfriend?”
“Just take a shower, Jackson.”
After Percy left to his room, Piper started cleaning the living room. There were blankets and pillows everywhere and a lot of bag of chips laying on the floor. The only place that was clean was Latte’s little puppy bed, who currently had the little dog laying on it. Piper felt kind of sad for Percy, he and Annabeth were already dating by the time she became friends with Annabeth. Percy and Annabeth had been together most of their lives, they weren’t used to be away of each other for so long, time apart would be good for them but Piper also knew it was being really hard for them.
By the time Piper was done throwing all expired food from the kitchen -Percy and Annabeth’s place wasn’t that big, how could Percy managed to get so many trash when he was working most of the time?- Percy finally came out, hair still from the shower and he looked ready to go out.
“And he looks alive again.” Piper said throwing the last empty cups of insta soup on a trash bag.
Request:Could you do an Austin (from of mice) imagine where you guys meet at a bar and start talking and he flirts with you and you saw him instagramming that he wants a relationship and you ask him why because you don’t believe in love and he asks you out for dinner in the end?
89_hGoodnight! See you later #whylookforrudenessinthelyrics #whylookforrudenessintheperformance #okeydokey #listeningtoitasigotosleep (t/n: they’re lyrics from Mino & Zico’s SMTM song ‘Okey Dokey’) (CherryJHS)
Your first date with Zayn hadn’t exactly gone to plan, you hadn’t known Zayn too long and didn’t know too much about his lifestyle. Because of this, he had tried to keep it simple and under the radar but not long after leaving the discreet restaurant, you two had shared a quiet dinner at, did you realise that there was a small group of girls not far behind you, cameras and phones at the ready. Zayn groaned, “of course now they are able to find me” he says and without much warning his hand wrapped around your own and he started running down the street, you stumbling slightly after him. “Zayn” you called out somewhere between laughing and gasping for breath, “I don’t mind if you go take some pictures.” “No, I’m busy” he called back. This time you did laugh, this wasn’t a part of Zayn you had seen before, but you definitely liked it. When Zayn finally slowed down you were both panting slightly. “What on earth made you thing that was a good idea?” you gasped out through your laughter. Zayn laughed back, “I don’t know I just was enjoying being alone with you finally.” “Well we are definitely alone now, and a lot further away from my house” you said with another laugh. “I’m up for a walk back then?” Zayn suggested and you happily agreed, taking his outstretched hand. After quite a long walk home, letting you get to know even more sides of Zayn you hadn’t seen before, you finally arrived at your front door. “Thanks for tonight Zayn, it was fun and interesting” you said with a smirk. “Hmmm better finish it off properly then” Zayn told you. leaning forward and softly connecting your lips, keeping the kiss modest, his hand still wrapped around yours and the other cupping the side of your cheek. “Goodnight Y/N, I’ll see you later?” he said questioningly, “Goodnight Zayn, I’ll see you soon” you agreed with a smile.
“Hey Y/N wanna come watch the game tonight?” Niall asked you when he caught you walking through the studio just as he was finishing up a session. “Sure” you agreed with a smile, trying to hide the blush that coloured your cheeks. Though you knew Niall wouldn’t notice, he hadn’t noticed any of your nervous habits around him for the last few weeks. “Cool I’ll see ya then” Niall said, shooting you a grin before continuing on his way. Later that night you made your way to Niall’s, admittedly a little late and found him already engrossed in the game. “Hey Y/N” he greeted, “hey Niall” you returned sitting on the couch close to Niall, trying to be a bit more confident and obvious with your hints towards him. “Yes, great job boys” Niall called to the TV as the first half ended. You laughed softly at his antics and he was quick to turn towards to noise, “what’s so funny Y/N?” he asked with comically raised brows. “You acting like they can hear you” you told him with a smirk. “Oh yeh” he said reciprocating the look, “well I’m glad I can make you laugh” he said moving slightly closer. You thought for a moment that after weeks of fruitless flirting, Niall might actually be making a move. But no sooner had the thought crossed your mind than Niall spoke again, “want a snack?” he asked pulling back slightly. You bit back a groan but then made the decision to throw caution to the wind, “dammit Niall, can you just kiss me already” you blurted out in frustration. Niall’s eyes widened as he stared at you silently. You immediately regretted your words and as the silence lengthened you started to apologise. “I’m s…” you started but were cut off by Niall’s urgent lips against yours. Niall moved forward so your back was against the couch arm and his hands were on either side of you head while he leant down over the top of you. His lips lifted momentarily for him to say “I thought, you’d never ask” accentuating each word with a quick kiss.
Ashton asked you to go to dinner with him and you had happily agreed. The dinner had gone well, somehow hiding your awkwardness, you managed to keep a solid conversation up for the whole time. Nearly all of your nerves had disappeared as you easily smiled back at Ashton and laughed at his horrible jokes. “Do you want to go for a walk before going home?” Ashton asked when you both stood up at the end of your meal, he was looking at you hopefully his dimples showing. You swallowed nervously but nodded anyway, smiling. The two of you started towards the nearby pier and it didn’t take long for Ashton to reach out so that his long fingers could entwine with yours, pulling you slightly closer to his side. Though you were nervous you melted into the touch leaning into his side ever so slightly. After walking for quite some time, Ashton led you to one of the benches overlooking the water, sitting with your locked hands in his lap. You were focused on the waves crashing against the sand until Ashton squeezed your hand making you look at him. He smiled gently before leaning forward slowly, his intent clear. You almost let him but at the last second bailed, instead pushing your hand to his chest to stop him, “Ash don’t” you said softly. He stopped immediately and looked at you in concern, “I’m sorry I just…I thought the date was going alright, I’m sorry” he mumbled, starting to move away. “No Ash I am having a good time, I just I ahh” you stumbled. “What’s wrong Y/N? you can tell me” he said sincerely. “I haven’t kissed anyone before” you rushed out, blushing furiously. Ashton looked shocked for a moment before he shrugged, “I don’t mind” “I don’t know what to do, I’m probably terrible” you tried to insist. “You won’t be” he said slowly, leaning in again while gaging your reaction. This time you made no move to stop him and his eyes slipped closed just before his soft lips met yours. Ashton kept the kiss slow and gentle, one of his hands twisting softly through your hair, your hands still locked together. When he pulled away he grinned at you, “now you know” he said with a cheeky grin making you giggle, though it was cut off by him leaning in again to reconnect your lips.
Calum asked you to come to a party with him and though you were horribly nervous about being around all of the other famous people that were sure to be there you agreed anyway, not able to deny Calum smiling at you. So here you were walking into the party, clad in a shirt, short skirt and heels you were sure to regret, Calum by your side. “Here, loosen up a bit Y/N, just have some fun” Calum said, trying to be encouraging, handing you a drink. And that’s how it started, somewhere between the 3rd and 4th drink you decided you were much less nervous with alcohol so you kept drinking, until you were well and truly past the point of being tipsy. You stumbled slightly towards the dance floor until you melded into the dancing group, moving your hips to the beat. A moment later two hands fell on your waist and you turned to meet Calum’s eyes, smiling down at you. “Hey Cal” you said happily, wrapping your arms around him. Calum laughed at your giddiness, he let you lead the two of you, just keeping his hands on your hips as you moved. A few moments later he stopped “can I kiss you?” he asked suddenly, clearly wanted to be straight forward to make sure your drunk mind understood what he asked. You giggled, “yep” you said popping the ‘p.’ He didn’t waste a moment, wrapping a hand behind your neck and pulling your lips towards his, connecting them in a rough kiss. He pulled away a few moments later and that’s when you felt the bile rising in your throat and the after burn of alcohol on its way back up. “Sorry” you managed to say before running from the room and promptly throwing up on the grass outside. “Wow” a voice shocked you from behind, you turned to see Calum looking at you, “that’s probably the worst reaction I’ve had to a first kiss” he said with a smirk. You giggled lightly, but this somehow only made you gag again, the rest of the consumed alcohol making a reappearance. Calum moved forward to run a soothing hand across your back, “I’m sorry” you mumbled. “It’s ok Y/N I’ll wait till you’re sober for our second kiss.”