i have no idea what this video is supposed to mean but i freakin love it

Trustworthy

Requested by @iwannabekilledtwice:  HOLA! Could you possibly write an imagine where y/n is dating stiles. She has telekinetic powers and theo wants her on his side so he shows her the video of stiles and Malia from eichen house. And y/n causes a scene at school about it but is like scary calm and when she walks out she uses her powers to blow the windows out of Stiles jeep and she’s like a badass about it. It can have a happy or sad ending if you want tho. Please and thanks!

A/N: First of all: thanks for the request, I loved writing this! I hope i got that thing with the Eichenhouse video right and that you’ll like it! (btw requests are open!)

You are lying in your bed, typing an answer to your boyfriend Stiles into your phone, as you hear the noise. A squeaking sound, as if somebody opened a window downstairs. Everybody else would ignore something like that and think it is coincidence but you don’t. You know exactly what’s going on in this town and don’t believe in coincidences anymore. For a moment you consider calling Stiles for help while you blankly stare at the door to your room with a beating heart. Then you decide that it would take them too long and you are pretty capable of defending yourself anyway. So you put your phone aside, get up and creep to your door, determined to overwhelm whoever dared to break into your home.

You push it open carefully and listen hard for another noise which doesn’t occur. Before you walk down the staircase you focus for a moment to gather your concentration. Then you place your hand on the banister and take step by step, constantly scanning your surroundings. Your powers are flowing through your veins like hot blood, at the verge of breaking out and as you hear a noise to your right, they do.

You whirl around, raise your arm and send the mirror from the wall and right at the intruder without even being close to it, feeling hot waves leaving your body through your fingertips. If the intruder had been human, the mirror totally would’ve hit him and send him to the floor. But he jumps aside right in time and the glass shatters on the wall, shards raining down on the tiles. You take a determined step forward, ready to get into one to one combat as you realize that it’s Theo Raeken who you are staring at.

You stop dead and gape at him while he straightens himself back up with a cheeky smile on his lips. Damnit, you definitely should’ve called Stiles. He would’ve punched the sparkle out of his eyes.

“What are you doing here, Theo? I could’ve killed you with that mirror”, you growl at him as soon as you find your voice.

“I know. Let’s thank God that I have those senses”, he retorts with a wink.

You just snort. “Yeah, more like the Dread Doctors and I am definitely not thankful. You’re not welcome here, Theo! So let me put my feelings in words that even you will understand: Fuck off.”

He doesn’t, though. Of course not. The Dread Doctors must have adjusted his brain into crazy mode because instead of leaving the house like a normal person would, his smile grows wider and he doesn’t look intimidated but joyful.

“See, Y/N, that’s exactly why I am here! You are fierce, smart and you have those incredible powers! You have a lot of potential that Scott and the others don’t even want to exploit. But I do. I wanna find out what you are capable of. I need you in my pack.”

That again. You sigh and rub your temples, being so tired of this conversation. He tries to convince you to join his little crusade since the pack found out about his real intentions. Which is no option to you, obviously. You’d rather die than betray your friends.

“No. Still no and forever no!”, you return decidedly. “And you know why? You are a horrible person and I don’t trust you!”

“And you trust Stiles”, he states, nodding far too understanding for your liking.

You squint your eyes at him suspiciously, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Yes. Obviously.”

“Cause he would never lie to you, right?”

Okay, the glimmer in his eyes is too innocent, too calculating. You suddenly feel slightly sick. If he has something about Stiles…but no, it’s not possible. You and Stiles have no secrets from each other.

“What are you hinting at?”, you ask him coldly and part of you is still scared of the answer.

“You know what, I’ll just show you”, Theo decides with the sweetest grin of them all and smoothly pulls out his phone. You are torn between just giving him the cold shoulder, returning to your room and locking him out and actually looking at what he wants to show you. It could be a big mistake. Theo is a trickster, almost as bad as the nogitsune. However, this is about Stiles. The boy you love so freaking much that it drives you crazy, your ultimate weakness. You need to know.

Therefore you step forward as he raises his phone, turns it around and starts the video.

At first you think he’s kidding you and just showing a dark background, then the picture lightens up a bit and you discover that it’s actually a basement. Stiles is sitting there, on a sofa in sweatpants and a blue shirt and next to him is Malia. This already gives you a pang of jealousy. Malia is a difficult topic in your relationship, mainly because you think that she’s far too interested in him which he denies. Both of them are reading through some papers. So this must be back when he spent a night in Eichenhouse, he told you about that. You are already relaxing and about to laugh at Theo as they suddenly turn to each other and start to make out moments later. Yes, she even takes her shirt off.

You feel like you turn into stone if stone would be capable of feeling agonizing heartache. You can’t believe it. And you don’t want to see it, don’t want to see any more of it but can’t look away either. Stiles lied right to your face and while you stare at this phone and watch them locking lips passionately, your whole world starts to crumble.

This would’ve probably gone on forever if Theo hadn’t decided to put it away eventually. He gives you a sympathetic smile that looks absolutely fake. You are too weak and horrified to do anything.

“Just think about who you want to put your trust in, Y/N”, he says and disappears after that.

You stare at some spot on the floor, unable to move for a second. Then you lean against the wall, slide down and sit there, being utterly shocked. You feel betrayed and stupid and angry, all at the same time. You are not really a whiney person but right now you’re really close to crying. You want to scream at him, beg him for answers or never see him ever again. What the hell are you supposed to do now?


You never finish that text and you don’t have contact with Stiles at all until the next day at school but you have made a decision how to handle this. More or less. The anger strengthened overnight and mixed in with desperation, which makes you kinda capricious.

You are busy with stuffing your books into your locker right before lunch break as he approaches you in his usual way. He just wraps his arms around you from behind, turns you around with a big smile and presses his lips on yours, not giving a damn about what your classmates might think. Something that Lydia always finds absolutely adorable. You feel your heart jump as you kiss, a fact that annoys and saddens you a lot. As he pulls away, one hand rests on your arm and you give him a big fake smile.

“Hey babe, what’s up?”, he asks you, not having a clue about what’s about to happen. Well, even better. He’ll discover how it feels to be taken by surprise.

“You know, I had the funniest encounter yesterday!”, you tell him, extra joyful. He must realize that something is off with you because a small frown appears on his forehead while you pull out your phone. “And this guy that I met showed me something which is just hilarious, you have to see it! In fact it’s so hilarious and incredible that it kept me awake the whole night!”

You scroll to the video that Theo sent you on request and this time it is your turn to hold the phone right in front of his face while it’s playing. At first he seems highly confused, then it starts to dim on him and as he finally realizes what he’s seeing, his face turns a very unhealthy shade of grey. He raises his widened eyes and looks at you in shock.

“Y/N, I can explain”, he says.

You laugh. God, what a stereotypical sentence to spill in that situation. “Great, I am really curious for that explanation”, you retort coldly. It scares yourself how deadly calm you are, you actually expected that you’d scream your heart out. “I mean, please tell me why you claimed over and over again that there was never anything between you and Malia. Please tell me why you made out with her although we have already been kinda dating back then. Please tell me why you fucking humiliated me like that.”

He opens his mouth, shuts it and opens it again like a fish on land. It could’ve been hilarious if the situation wasn’t so horrible. Some of your fellow students throw you curious glances but you don’t care. You just earn for something coming out of his mouth that would miraculously erase this problem, which is impossible.

“Y/N, this was the nogitsune time, everything was chaotic and it was a onetime thing, I swear”, he finally says, looking at you desperately and extending his arms to touch you but you take step back and return his gaze with a steely expression.

“How am I supposed to believe you? You freakin lied right into my face! Repeatedly! Made me feel like I was an overreacting idiot! How should I know that you haven’t screwed around with her all the time?”, you hiss at him.

He flinches at the accusation. “I would never do that, I love you. I just…I lied because I knew that you would get jealous and hate her and everything would become more complicated!”

“What a reasonable thought! Because keeping secrets is always the best idea and never backfires at all!”, you snap, voice dripping with sarcasm. “It hurt so much less getting to know about my cheating boyfriend from someone else!”

It seems to slowly hit him that this is not a usual fight. Not a riddle that he can solve but a serious situation. He suddenly looks heartbroken and if you hadn’t yourself, you’d probably felt sympathetic for him. But all you feel while you are looking into those hazel eyes is bitter disappointment.

He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. “You are right. I screwed up. Badly. But Malia doesn’t mean anything to me, Y/N, you gotta believe me! Who showed you that?”

You press your lips together, considering not to tell him for a moment. However, you are the honest part in this relationship. “Theo. He wants me in his pack. He thought that would convince me and hell, it definitely had an effect!”

Stiles closes his eyes for a second, pushing out another sigh. “Look, Y/N”, he starts again. “You are absolutely right. I was a stupid asshole and you deserve better. Just please…tell me how to fix this!”

You stare at each other and you wish so hard to have an answer ready. But you haven’t. You are just plainly desperate. “I have no idea, Stiles. I will always look at her and see her touching and kissing you like that. I just…I can’t turn that off.”

“Okay, I get that”, he admits. “But you can’t really blame that on her. She didn’t know about you, we haven’t been exclusive and…”

Wrong. Very wrong thing to say. You stare at him in utter disbelief and your expression makes him shut up.

“Are you kidding me? You are fucking defending her right now?”, you snap. “You know what? You’re right. We haven’t been exclusive. Seems like story repeats itself today.”

You’re at the verge of crying because of heartache and pure anger and you don’t plan for him to see this. You throw your locker shut, whirl around and storm to the front door, just away from him.

“Y/N, wait! Please!”, he calls after you with a hint of panic but you don’t react. You don’t even wanna look at him anymore, much less be close to him. You are so infuriated that your powers flow through your veins without being controlled by you.

As you step outside he screams: “At least tell me what you’re gonna do! Are you gonna turn to Theo now?”

You turn around unwillingly and glare at him. “Unlike you I keep my word, Stiles”, you retort icily.

As you enter the parking lot you are not able to hold back your powers anymore. Your eyes fall onto Stiles’ jeep and the hot anger eats its way to the surface. With one swift movement you make the windows of the car shatter like the mirror a few hours ago. You hear him moan behind of you but you don’t feel any sympathy. At least he knows how it feels when something you love breaks into pieces now.


Alright, so once again I consider writing a part 2 (which happens far too often but well…I’m just not good at writing short stuff ;) ) So if you want that and have suggestions for the plot, feel free to tell me! xo

anonymous asked:

My favorite Chanbaek moment is when baekhyun rubs his foot against chanyeol's leg (not so secretly) under the table in Exo showtime. Could you do some spam of small hidden touches that baekhyun gives chanyeol? You know moments that baekhyun initiate, that are secret so it's not obvious fanservice? Love your blog! Thank you for everything you do. You truly are a wonderful human!

Anon, I swear you are trying to murder me. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LOOK AT FREAKIN SUBTLE CHANBAEK MOMENTS WITH MY HEART NOT GIVING OUT????

Ok, I’ll do it, but if I die, then blame this anon. Lol jk, love you anon >3<

So here’s the footsie that I never noticed while watching exo showtime because it was oh so conveniently covered by the huge subtitles (curse me not being able to speak korean) it is so unnoticeable tho, like Baek is so good at acting all nonchalant. While Chanyeol? Not so much. Plus isn’t this what couples do? Like isn’t this a sexual thing? And the fact that Baekhyun’s actually even doing it and Chanyeol didn’t pull away makes you go “hmmmmmmmmmm.”

*cough* ahem Chanyeol, your hand. Plus look at where Chanyeol’s knee is. Ahem. Bad admin-nim. 

Decides to have a secret side hug while no one is looking, but little did they know that there was a mirror behind them. Sorry Baek. I just love how Baek just came up slowly and gangly snaked his arm around Chan’s. But sadly they abruptly pulled away. Tsk.

I don’t know if this is “secret” but I mean Chanyeol decides to sort of hug baek behind all the members while all the member’s attentions are on each other, and the fans eyes are most likely on the glomp of dorks in front of Chanbaek, but of course we saw it anyway. Lol. I guess this is somewhat secret, kinda?

Hey bark your hand is kind of sliding towards are very…dangerous place. I didn’t even notice it until I watched the video like 10 times!

Like bruh I never even noticed this.

Like this subtle moment is actually one of my favorites, in roommate when Baekhyun was asked what female interested him the most, Chanyeol just happened to want the cake slicer (and doing nothing with it afterwards) and “accidentally” brushed against Baek’s and he happened to chose to grab the place where Baekhyun’s fingers were at instead of grabbing the entire bottom, or even the blade (there was a wrappy thingy on top of it so his hand wouldn’t have made the blade dirty)

Touching Chan so quickly that is seems normal but do you see how he keeps on touching Chan? And how he’s doing it for no actual reason like why not dance like the other members? But no he decides he wants to touch Chan. 

And before you start saying things like “But Chanyeol was just ensuring the safety of his FRIEND. F-R-I-E-N-D” but like first of all, I can spell and then why did he have to grab Baekhyun’s thigh? Like his hand traveled down to Baek’s knee anyway so why do you have to put it higher? Also I saw fan cams of the chinese version and tao only held on to Luhan’s shin no higher. Nada. I’m sure he just wants a feel of that thigh. But I don’t blame him. Baek has nice thighs. And no I’m not a pervert. But very clever Chan. A good place to sneak a small touch without getting caught.


That’s what I like about Chanbaek. How their moments are subtle and secret so you just can’t see it as fan service, because if it was fan service why is it so hard to find? You know what I’m getting at? I mean when ships have intense excessive touching moments you already know it’s pure fan service, like as beautiful as it looks (I’m not a fan of that stuff tho) it’s just not the same a sweet simple secret touches. Like if they’re your friend why hide fact your touching them? Well I have the answer to that. Because you don’t though your friend like Chanbaek! Plus their moments have so much meaning. Like you may see if as something friends do (although they do things a bit to romanticy than average best friends) but then it also seems like they just want to touch the other. Especially with hands touching each other (sometimes) in weird places, touching each other so subtly. Like I love Chanbaek touches, they make me squeal, because they just seem so loving. 

Like nape killing :D

One last statement from me. Any touch Chanbaek does is not fan service, it’s all genuine from the bottom of their hearts. 

Even this one (well to me at least, like bruh how baek was so serious and how it was obvious that Chanyeol had no idea it was going to happen. Baekhyun hormones are going out of control um nothing 0-0

I feel like you wanted this to be like a spam thing but I turned it into an analysis type thing. ;_; I’m sorry. Also me a wonderful human being? 0//0 oh you’re too kind! This blog loves you too <3

Dean's Letter

Characters:  Dean Winchester

Summary: Dean writes a letter to Sam.

Word Count: 945

Warnings: Language, Mentions of Death, Angst(?)

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! So @neversatisfiedgirl and I were talking the other night and I mentioned to her the song “Brother” by NEEDTOBREATHE. I asked her if she wanted to do a collaboration with this song as inspiration. Kinda like a ‘brother-to-brother’ moment between Sam and Dean. So, we decided to do this! A letter to Sam from Dean. And a video from Sam to Dean. 

Dean’s version is by me. To read Sam’s video, follow Ree’s post right HERE.!! 

Without further ado, please enjoy. We hope you guys like this *hides face*



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anonymous asked:

i don't care about the critics but the mcu makes more money than the murderverse, it just does. even a movie about a fox and a rabbit made more than that freakin flop called bvs. just pack up and go home dc fans.

I agree about one thing: I don’t care about the critics. As for everything else, let’s break it down.

the mcu makes more money

Let’s look at the numbers.

Here’s what you can see by looking at this:

- From their first to their second movie, the MCU went down more than $300 million; the DCEU went up more than $200 million. The MCU then went up more than $300 million; let’s see what happens with the DCEU.

- The DCEU’s first and second movies made more money than the MCU’s first and second movies.

- It took the DCEU two movies to make $1,5 billion. It took the MCU four movies to reach that same anount.

- Man of Steel made more than 7 out of the MCU’s 13 movies. BvS made more than 9 out the MCU’s 13 movies.

So, yeah, 13 movies make more money than 2. That’s more than obvious. But you have to go beyond that to get a clear picture of who really made more money.

even a movie about a fox and a rabbit made more than that freakin flop called bvs

You’re talking about Zootopia here. Here’s the thing: I love Zootopia. It’s my favorite movie of the year. It has great animation, a great story, a great message and it has character development (something you don’t see very often in animated movies). I love that it made $1 billion. And it doesn’t bother me that it made more than BvS.

And if we’re talking about animated movies and their box office, let’s again look at the numbers.

As you can see, the only MCU movie to make more than every single movie on this list is The Avengers. Frozen made more than all the others. The other 9 movies made more than 9 out of the 13 MCU movies.

EDIT: I made a mistake here. Avengers: Age of Ultron also made more than all the movies on this list. My bad.

Animated movies make more money. They just do.

Also, BvS was far from being a flop. Did it underperform? Yes. Was WB expecting $1 billion? Most likely. But none of that means it flopped. Add the home video sales (and BvS is extremely successful in that front), digital sales and merchandise, and it more than made up for the production costs.

A lot of people think “Well, this is Batman and Superman. They should make more”. And here’s why it didn’t (from http://kingarthurofgeek.tumblr.com/post/145732515012/allons-y-areli-stephenstrvnge):

1. Due to the popularity of the heroes, everyone has an idea of what Batman and Superman are “supposed” to be like, thus making many people disappointed, unlike with Guardians. It is also the third cinematic Superman and sixth Batman, so it had to live up to their standards. 

2. Controversial casting

3. The mixed reactions to Man of Steel

4. A month after Deadpool, a month before Civil War

5. Generally shit on by the media, including over-exaggerating the negative responses and saying stuff like it failed ^^

6. Coming after years of MCU movies, which have made people think there is only one way to make a superhero movie (A serious superhero movie? What??? They have to be self-mocking because superheroes are for NERDS)

7. Mass confusion due to it coming only four years after Nolan’s Batman Trilogy

8. A three-year wait that made many people lose interest. 

9. An attempt to start a franchise eight years after Marvel did.

To this I would add that, in this day and age, the characters being well known is no longer a guaranty of box office results. You know what is? An established franchise. The MCU made $1 billion on its 6th movie. It took James Bond decades to make $1 billion. Harry Potter only got there on its 8th movie. And $2 billion? Unless you’re Star Wars or James Cameron, that’s practically impossible.

just pack up and go home dc fans

No, I don’t think I’ll do that. Box office aside, I like these movies. I like this universe. And I’m looking forward to see what it will bring.

As for box office, dig deeper next time. The numbers are not subjective. The numbers are the only facts you’ll get when it comes to movies. And I’ve pointed out the facts.

Lifestyle of the Rich and Miraculous

Summary:  If Marinette’s life was a movie, it would be a straight to video cheesy drama. You want fashion, unrequited love, and friendship? Grab a camera and follow her around for a day.

Rating: Not rated! Not sure what direction I want to take this.

Words:  2000+

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except this story!! All credits go to the writers of Miraculous Ladybug!! I wasn’t sure if they announced the exact name of Gabriel’s fashion house so I went with something easy. I also know nothing of fashion and how fashion shows really work, but I tried to do a little bit of research. This is AU!!!

‘Thoughts’

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“What do you mean the shoes don’t fit?”

“We need the next model to go up now!”

“Get this poor boy over to makeup!”

As of right now being in a hectic room with over 70 models, 60 make-up artists, and numerous designers was not the most ideal situation to be in, but for Marinette Dupain-Cheng it was a normal day at work. Pushing pass production members, adjusting outfits on models so they could strut their stuff on the catwalk, and trying not to have a nervous breakdown was definitely normal. Fashion was Marinette’s life so she couldn’t complain. Even with the long hours, lack of sleep, and dealing with clients who might as well have been sent by the devil; Marinette wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You are a Dupain-Cheng! Hard work and determination will always pay off in the end.“ Words to live by thanks to her father. Without the love and support of her parents, Marinette wasn’t sure how she would have made it as far as she did in this world. Especially in a world where fashion made you “it’s bitch” as her best friend Ayla liked to put it.

While being in this industry had its negative moments the good times outweighed the bad by far. Tonight is a prime example of that. Tonight is where Paris’ Fashion Week comes to a close with one of the world’s leading fashion houses to put the cherry on top. Agreste Creations was known for bringing fashion to the next level. Agreste always pulled out all the stops for their numerous lines, which was why Marinette made it her mission to work there as soon as she was done with college.

After receiving an internship, Marinette was given the chance to showcase her skills for the head of the company himself, Gabriel Agreste when a designers had quit on him a day before they were to meet with Vogue Paris for a Fall shoot. It was one of those, don’t screw this up or you’ll never work in this country again kind of moments. A moment Marinette never took for granted.  Within a span of two years she went from being a wet behind the ears young woman with a dream to a senior level designer.

“Marinette, we have a problem!” A voice calls out causing Marinette’s focus to switch gears. Briskly walking over to one of the team leaders who looked as if she saw a murder, Marinette put on her best game face.

“What’s going on?” Marinette’s eyes glance behind the frantic woman just in time to see one of the male models running by in only his boxers. “What in th-”

“He says he had gotten sick earlier, but figured he could still do the show. He threw up all over his clothes and another model is suppose to take his place, but he isn’t here yet! I believe he just finished another show across town! The next group is suppose to go on in twelve minutes!”

The girl’s entire explanation was a jumbled mess. She was obviously new at this, but Marinette was like her at one point and understood what it was like to be in situations like these. “Do we have any idea who the model is?” The girl shakes her head and hands Marinette a clipboard. “I wrote down his information, but I was too busy freakin- I mean assessing the situation to get his name.”

Skimming over the paper Marinette starts formulating how she wanted the model to look. One of her many talents was putting together various styles in her head without having the model near her. Because of this Marinette quickly went up the ranks becoming a force to be reckoned with during photoshoots and shows as grand as this within the company. “Let me know once the model is in hair and make-up and I will take care of it.”

“Ten minutes! Group C, you have ten minutes.” Another person yells.

With that Marinette quickly enters a large room filled with men’s clothing on racks, grabbing as many articles of clothing as she could. The adrenaline rush she felt as she analyzed each garment was one of the things she loved most about this job.

One of the production managers walks in breaking Marinette from her concentration. “We got your model, Ms. Cheng.”  

“Send him in.” She felt the presence of a few people enter the room as she grabbed a pair of shoes. Figuring it was the model surrounded by hair and make-up artists she turns towards them with a look of determination. “Let’s get you fi…” Marinette’s words slowly trail off as she comes face to face with the man she was suppose to work with.

Adrien Agreste, her bosses son and the man of her dreams.

Adrien Agreste was a fine specimen who Marinette had the pleasure of meeting at the same photoshoot that got her a permanent job at Agreste. She knew of his existence prior to that. In fact the entire world knew the son of Gabriel Agreste. He’s been modeling since he could walk and made seasoned models look like Quasimodo. Marinette remembered seeing him at the age of fourteen on the cover of J-14. His big smile, golden locks, and bright green eyes were all it took to make most girls faint. Fast forward ten years later and he still had that effect on women.

When Adrien spoke to her for the first time he said he was glad that she was the only one around that wasn’t trying to get in his pants. Which she replied with “I wouldn’t be able to fit anyway.” She died from embarrassment and he practically died laughing. Getting tongue tied and saying the wrong things was a trait Marinette loathed to no end. The only good thing to come from that experience was receiving a nod of approval from Gabriel and a “Don’t make us regret this.” from his secretary.

She worked with Adrien a few more times after that and the end results were the same. More rambling, more laughter and Marinette still couldn’t muster up the courage to carry out a decent conversation with him. Ayla tried coaching her in the art of dating, but in Marinette’s eyes she was a lost cause. What young, insanely hot supermodel in their right mind would want to date someone who wasn’t equally as beautiful? Plus, she heard through the grapevine that a starlet by the name of Chloé Bourgeois, caught his attention. Can’t really compete with a pretty blonde who probably had daddy buy her way to where she is.

“Heard you needed an extra body.” Adrien smiles at her as one man tousles his hair from side to side and a woman dabs his face with some sort of powder. The most baffling thing about their uncomfortable encounters was that he continued to strike small talk with Marinette. He was so nice and the thought of that made him even more attractive. 

“Yours will definitely do.” Did that sound as bad as she thought it did? “I mean I appreciate the help! Put these on so we can make you more attractive than you already are. Which would be hard considering you’re so…” She was doing it again. Coughing awkwardly she hands him a cream plaid shirt, a navy blue vest and matching pants, along with a tweed grey coat. It didn’t take the man long to dress himself into the vision Marinette had created. With a couple of adjustments to the jacket and a few pulls and tugs later she takes a step back to marvel at her work.

He was truly a work of art that she didn’t deserve to lay eyes on. But something was missing. ‘A hat maybe? No, it would kill the look completely.’ Placing one hand on her hips and another under her chin she bites her bottom lip deep in thought. Then it came to her. Walking over to one of the boxes containing unused accessories she rummages through the large container in hopes to find the item that would bring the look together.

“Got it!” She perks up while pulling out a dark blue bow tie and makes her way over to him. “Just gonna add this…um..thing here and we should be done.” It was amazing how well Marinette kept her composure around Adrien. The one thing Marinette valued more than Adrien’s opinion of her was her job. While she was extremely awkward when he was near she still had to put in some level of professionalism into her interactions with him. That meant getting over her infatuation with him for at least a minute or two and doing her job.

Getting close enough to tie the bow tie around his neck, Adrien straightens himself so she could properly adjust the small accessory. Just because she had to act professional didn’t mean her stomach wasn’t going to do flips. On the outside she was cool, calm, and focused, but her insides were like a war zone. Not many women can say they were this close to him. They would most likely kill to be in a position where you could hear his heartbeat in a slow rhythm. The smell of him alone was intoxicating. “Pineapples…” She whispers under her breath.  “You say something?” Adrien asks, his eyes glancing down at her.  She curses inwardly and looks up at him with a nervous smile. “I was going to get pineapple slices at the…um… craft service table!” 

Before he could even respond another manager makes an announcement.

“Two minutes, people! Let’s get our beauties out there!”

Thank goodness for time crunching. Another few seconds and Marinette would have to add this moment onto her forever growing list of awkward times with Adrien.

“Looks like that’s my cue.” Adrien turns to face the large mirrors quickly practicing a few poses. He gives Marinette a thumbs up signifying the look definitely works and proceeds to walk out with his stylist team in tow. 

“Break a leg! Not really, but…” ‘Stop talking and just wave Marinette!’ She waves him goodbye with a wide smile in hopes to send him off before she said something completely dumb. As if she didn’t already do that at least twice tonight. “Mari!” Hearing the sound of a familiar feminine voice replaced Marinette’s awkward smile with one that was genuine. 

Heading out the vast room Marinette spotted her ombre haired friend. “Ayla!” Marinette practically pounces on her friend, giving her the tightest hug she could. Most of the events Marinette worked, Ayla was there as a publicist. From celebrity scandals to holding red carpet interviews, Ayla was well known for bringing the public in on the life of the rich and the famous. It all started when she created a blog back when they were still in high school. One post led to another and she was suddenly the go to expert on all things popular. “Whoa, girl! You’re lucky I love you or I’d smack you for wrinkling this $500 dress.” A small laugh escapes Ayla’s lips as she returns the hug. “If you were here thirty seconds earlier you would understand why I need this hug.”

“Let me guess. You accidentally set fire to a craft service table and blamed it on electrical wiring?” That happened once and Marinette has yet to live that incident down. 

“First of all, it’s not my fault the tables were highly flammable! Second, I am a complete spazz and I hate it.” Marinette frowns and hangs her head. Ayla picked up on the problem right away and gently patted her friend’s head. “Mari, I keep telling you that you gotta be confident. Take it from someone who has done stories on celebrity romance. Be direct, be honest and most importantly be yourself!” Why did that sound like some cheesy caption on an inspirational poster?

Taking advice from someone who wrote about gossip for a living wasn’t the brightest move, but taking advice from your best friend was a entirely different story. They tell you the things you don’t wanna hear, but you know deep down they are right. Marinette was grateful for her friend more than most realized. “You’re my own personal Jiminy Cricket, Ayla. I love you so much.” She smiles softly and pulls her friend in for another hug.

“It’s my job to help my girl out even when she’s a clumsy, spazz who is worth so much more than she realizes.” Yup, she definitely was her best friend. Who else had the ability to point out her bad qualities and still made her feel special. “Anyway, you’re still coming with me to Cataclysm, right? I heard that’s where everyone is heading to after this.” 

Cataclysm was a nice little spot if you liked loud music, crowded spaces, and overactive drunks. The only nights you would catch Marinette there were Fridays. Friday nights were always masquerade night. It gave celebrities the opportunity to dress up and party without the hassle of having their face plastered on TV the next day. It gave Marinette the chance to unwind and drink her lovesick problems away. Responsibly, of course. 

In all honesty Marinette wanted to head home and sleep for at least three days. In order to pull off such a huge event required months of planning, no sleep, and patience which was something Marinette had to quickly learn. But having bailed on Ayla two weekends in a row made her feel horrible. “Already have my outfit!” She gave Ayla a weak smile. “Perfect! I would have dragged you over there if you said otherwise.” It wouldn’t have been the first nor second time. If there was one thing Marinette learned about her friend was that, she says what she means and means what she says. “Meet me after the show so we can head home together! Now if you’ll excuse me, I see a Sean O’pry who I need to introduce myself to.” And just like that Ayla was gone.

The regret of accepting their little outing was gnawing at her. Just what had Marinette agreed to? 

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Wrote this 3 days ago and I’ve been so nervous to post it. I swear if there is something wrong I will lose my shit. 

Why pineapples? I read that models who work back to back are often covered in random things like glitter or whatever…soooo…yeah!

If you don’t know who Sean O’pry is, he’s the model in the Taylor Swift Blank Space video. 

 I would also like to have someone edit my future work. I have trouble placing commas and semicolons in the right spot and I am infamously known for making typos no matter how many times I proofread. I am unsure if the next chapter shall be in Adrien’s POV, but we shall see. Should I continue? Should I just stop while I’m at it? Let me know!