i just really like this photoshoot and this colouring and her face

Surprise of the Year (M.)

Originally posted by jiyoongis

pairing  |  jimin x oc

word count  |  4.5k

genre  |  fluff  ,  smut

warnings  |  language? DDLG [daddy dom, little girl] , shower play

I woke up to the sun that was bright and seeping from behind my curtains; it was my birthday. I was planning to spend it with Jimin, at least I think, hoping he wouldn’t forget a day that meant so much to me, and hopefully, to him, too. He isn’t like that, he’s always there for me, even when he’s busy with his schedule, comebacks and tours.

Suddenly, my room’s door slams open wide and my best friend and leaps on my bed, screaming and jumping with excitement. “Come on, get up! It’s your birthday, we have so much to do!” Hyuna said with a massive grin on her face. Hyuna and I had been close for as long as I can remember, it had to be close to fifteen years by now. Nothing and nobody could separate the pair of us, she was the sister I never had, and I, her. We’ve been through everything together; through thick and thin, including the times when a close family friend of mine had passed and her parents were constantly fighting, we’re each other’s rebounds.

“Give me five more minutes.” I groan as I bury my face back into the cream coloured pillow and wrap myself around the blankets. “No, no you can’t. Tae and Jimin are almost here. Come on you lazy shit.” Before she left the room, her hands went to grab the corners of the quilt and threw them off of me and on the floor, leaving me shivering. I wanted to shout at her for leaving me in such a cold state, she knew I wouldn’t have bothered to get up to grab it now, but she had already fled.

Hyuna and Taehyung were, well, I’m not really sure what they are exactly. Everyone they ever meet always say the same thing; “you’re a cute couple”, and they always reply with the same “oh, no, no, we’re not together.”. I mean, anyone would think they were a couple by the way they do almost everything together, they way act towards each other, and even the way they look at each other. I’m still confused over why neither of them have actually confessed yet, Jimin’s the same, it being obvious the feel the same way.

“You better be up!” I heard Hyuna shout from downstairs, making me jump in a sudden fright. I knew what the consequences would be if I didn’t get up now; she would start to take things of mine away from me. I know it sounds like I’m a five year old or something, but some times I really do think that Hyuna is my mother. She’s always took care of me, always looking out for me.

I got up quickly after replying with a, “I am”, back downstairs, just loud enough for her to hear from the bottom of the stairs. Opening my dresser drawers, I decided on wearing a thin, but not too thin, white t-shirt and a pair of slightly ripped, blue jeans, something that wasn’t too hot for this weather but not something too revealing that I would start to shiver every two minutes.

Making my way down to the kitchen, I found Hyuna already here drinking her coffee in her favourite mug and scrolling away through her phone. “So,” I say while swinging my arms gently from one side to the other, making my way towards her carefully, “what are today’s plans?”

She stopped scrolling through her phone instantly, as soon as those words left my mouth, lifted her head up to make eye contact with me and gave me her oh-so-famous ‘creepy smile’. I raised my eyebrows a little in confusion, “What?” She giggled and dropped her head down low again, hanging from her shoulders, shaking slightly. “I bet you want to be with Jimin, huh?”

She knew me too well, of course I would want to be with Jimin today, in fact any day would do in all honesty. Being an idol wasn’t easy, for that person and their partner. They were away constantly for everything including tours and photoshoots, they were put under so much pressure for such young people. Right now, the group Jimin’s apart of, BTS, are on their first vacation in such a long time, probably a year, from their USA tour, just returning last night. I’m so excited to see him again, having not seen him in such a long time, and the timing so precise; he comes back the night before my birthday.

A slight blush crept onto my cheeks, my head hung low, I wanted to change the conversation before it got any worse. “Don’t you think it’s a little too early for them to arrive? They got here so late last night, they should sleep.” I’d much rather have them get enough sleep for them to actually function then come round here just to celebrate all day with me, they need to stay healthy for their fans.

“I agree with you, I do, but Tae said that Jimin has a surprise for you.” Saying this, she winked at me, smirked and bit her lip. My eyes widened, what did she mean? Was it supposed to be implied in that way? Or was she saying it like that for no reason, just to tease me?

We decided to wait in the living room until the boys came, flicking through the different channels until we found something worth watching. Little did we know, we would be waiting at least half an hour until they arrived, typical.

I heard the door open from the hallway, footsteps making their way in and voices calmly flowing throughout the house. We made the decision to give them both their own spare key to our apartment a couple years ago, near the time when we first moved in, to make our lives easier. We trust them so much to know that they won’t rob us, well, hopefully.

As soon as they turn around the corner and make their way into the living room, Tae skips his way straight to Hyuna, again, how are they not a couple already? Jimin, on the other hand, stalks calmly towards me, and as I stand up, hugs me. I can tell how much he missed me by how tight his hug was, and the duration of it, especially as we haven’t seen each other in so long. I bury my face in between his right shoulder and the crook in his neck, taking in his scent. Being able to inhale him, feel his warmth again, it made me feel at home, feeling alive again.

Much to my dismay, Jimin disbanded from the hug, but he never let go of me. He cupped my cheeks gently and looked me straight in my eyes, his brown owns sparkling like they used to, like I had missed. Smiling sweetly, he dipped his head down to meet mine and joined me in a soothing kiss.    

“That’s so cheesy!” We heard Taehyung yell jokingly from across the room, parting away from each other, Jimin looked annoyed at him. “Well, at least I’m not completely perverted every second I see my girlfriend” Jimin answered back, smirking slightly from the teasing. I looked at both of them to meet with their surprised faces, their cheeks starting to blush with embarrassment.

“We’re not dating!” Taehyung yelled back, being shoved mildly by Hyuna, laughing lightly. She got up and made her way to the kitchen, Taehyung following after her like the love sick puppy he is.

Once we were alone, Jimin turned to me and his smile appeared back on his face again. “I missed you so much.” He trapped me back in his hug again, “I missed you too.” I cooed back. Most people wouldn’t believe this if we told them, but we’re one of those couples who melt at the thought of being romantic; anything for those sweet memories.

“Happy Birthday,” He didn’t give me any time to reply as he had already captured me in a kiss. It was nice, just the two of us for a while. We hardly had any time to ourselves with Jimin being an idol, even when it’s just the two of us we have to be careful in public with the fans and paparazzi. They knew about our relationship, we had told everyone a few years back when we were comfortable with the idea, but it’s still too risky sometimes. There are times where even the fans can be dangerous, not all of them actually approving of us being together, their threats could turn real.

It was 11:00am now, and it still didn’t feel like my birthday, considering I had the whole day to do something, I’d much rather spend just spend five minutes with Jimin. I’d never been too fond of birthday’s, growing up with anxiety had it’s down side when it came to celebrations that were supposed to happy and enjoyable.

However, I still wanted this to carry on a little longer, remembering back to when Hyuna first told me this morning about Jimin’s ‘surprise’ for me, but I didn’t say anything to him, not wanting to sound to needy or greedy.

I heard a noise coming from Hyuna’s bedroom, turning my heads towards that direction, my eyes landed on both Hyuna and Taehyung leaving the room, wearing clothes and accessories for someone who was going out somewhere. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, “Where are you guys going? Aren’t we all going to hang out together?”

“Oh, we have some things to do and we just thought that you guys would rather be alone? Especially since he has ‘something’ for you.” She winked at the end, but that didn’t stop my mind from running to the thoughts of where they were going and what they were going to do. Maybe they finally accepted the fact that they liked each other?

I turned my head towards Jimin and eyed him suspiciously. “What? What have you done?” Knowing Jimin for so long had its advantages, too; I knew him so well. That being said, I could tell he didn’t want me to find out exactly what his 'surpirse’ was just yet, with the help from his glare towards Hyuna for even mentioning it.

Nevertheless, he thrilling smirk crept back onto his face, like it always would, and his eyes disconnected from Hyuna’s and locked on to mine. He really did have something for me, but what? What would be so big to hide? “Go ahead and put someone nice on, and then pack a couple things, like essentials, like you’d be leaving for a while.” I was confused to say the least. What is he up to?

I nodded in approval, eagerly wanting to know where we were going now, but before I could even move a couple steps away, Jimin grabbed my wrist softly as he brought his lips to my left ear. “Make sure you pack the 'things’ I like.” He whispered seductively, sending shivers down the back of my spine. I blushed and caught my bottom lip between my teeth, biting quite hard in order to suppress the moans that wanted to escape my lips. What was he doing to me?

Once he let go of me, I practically ran towards my room, this time I was the one embarrassed. He said he wanted me to 'pack essentials’, so that would be like the general clothing-wear for a typical woman, plus toiletries, but he also said he wanted me to pack the 'things he likes’. I knew what that meant instantly.

We started having casual sex about 6 months into our relationship, getting straight into it as soon as we were comfortable with each other and ready. However, 6 months after all that casual sex, he started to get into some 'foreplay’. I remember now, I was the one who had brought it up after seeing some videos about it on the internet, 'it’ being something called 'DDLG’, and, embarrassingly, it turned me on. After I had a very flustering conversation with Jimin about my, 'needs’, I found out that it turned him on too, making me even more sexually frustrated at the time. That was the first time he did foreplay in the bedroom, and I fucking loved it.

So, I realised, that the 'things I like’ was actually code for the baby blue lingerie he had bought me a while ago. I was definitely going to be taking these with me, even if he didn’t ask me to, he always took on the 'daddy’ role so well whenever he saw me wearing this.

A sudden slight noise came from behind that I wasn’t expecting. At first I just ignored it, treating it as though the wind had caused something to move lightly, but then it happened again. I turned around, and to my surprise, I found Jimin leaning his body weight against my door frame. I could tell by his smirk he was watching me this whole time.

Turing around fully now, I stood up straight and copied his smirk, “Are you going to help me, or are you just going to keep staring like that?” A quiet chuckle was able to break from his mouth as he hung his head low just a little bit. “Can’t I watch my beautiful girlfriend?” He comeback caught me off guard. Girlfriend. I can never get used to that word. Whenever it came from Jimin, it made my heart flutter, my palms sweat and my cheeks flutter red. He always knows how to make me feel like the only girl in world, how to make me feel special.

“Can you tell me where we’re going now?” I crossed my arms in anticipation, excited to know where he was going to take me, but all he did was shake his head, smiling. Fuck. Why can’t he just tell me? What’s so special that he can’t tell me?

“Come on, you ready to go?” I nodded my head as a response, eager to get going. He helped me carry my few bags to his car as we waved goodbye to both Hyuna and Taehyung, leaving them behind to be by themselves, hopefully going to be accepting their feelings for sure this time.

We hopped into his car, he staring driving and my heart started to pump faster as the seconds went bye, getting more and more excited. Passing the time, I started to think of all the places he could be taking me to; something that screams Jimin’s personality. My mind thought of just a quiet place, maybe a hotel or private cabin, even thought this isn’t something that would always scream Jimin’s personality, the way he was acting before we left left me curious, he turned into his 'daddy’ mode. Maybe we would just spend the night together? Whatever it is, I don’t care, as long as it’s with him.

My eyes fluttered open as I started to hear incoherent noises. We were at an amusement park. What? What were we doing at an amusement park? My head snapped to Jimin and I sat up in my seat, confused. “Did you just seriously bring me here?” I asked Jimin. As the words left my mouth, I regretted them; I started to sound as if I didn’t want to be here, when in fact I was really excited.

“Don’t worry, babygirl, this isn’t our only stop. I just thought we could have some fun?” He smiled before stepping out of the car, walking along side towards my door and opened it for. I see his hand floating, waiting for me take it, and I do.

We went on almost everything at this amusement park, going to every corner of the park. We tried some new things, things that we didn’t even think we’d like or knew exsisted, and just generally enjoyed each others company. This is what I really needed; a perfect birthday with the love of my life, and I could ask for nothing more.

By the time we had left the amusement and drove for hours and hours, it started to turn dark, the time ready 11:00pm. I kept falling asleep and waking back up every time we would go over a bump or have to stop abruptly thanks to the dickhead drivers on the road. Thankfully, in the end, I was able to get some peaceful sleep, no bumps, and no dickhead drivers, but something did wake me up from my sleep after a while, or rather someone.

Jimin was whispering sweet nothings in my ear, giving my gentle butterfly kisses to my cheek and my neck, slightly tickling me. “We’re here, babygirl.” He whispered one last time before stepping out of his car, leaving me almost breathless. He knows what that nickname does to me, that’s why he always uses it.

I giggle again and open my eyes fully this time, yawning lightly and rubbing eyes. Stepping out of his car, my mouth agape, eyes coming in to view with the most beautiful cabin I had ever laid eyes on. No other cabins or house were nearby, not even your regular mini shop, nothing. From where I was standing, I could already tell it was huge, maybe even more than two bedrooms, lights shimmering outside on the front porch, and a little fire was seen, peeping from the backyard.

I also noticed some a few other cars parked outside the front, too. So we’re not alone here? That would explain why all the lights are turned on on the outside and the inside. From the corner of my eye I could see Jimin looking down at me, smiling proudly while his arm snaked around my waist to hold me securely.

“Surprise.” He said as he kissed my cheek, I was still speechless, not having said anything since the last time I was awake at one of the many motorways. Breaking my silence finally, “What is all this?” However, I never got a reply, he just took my hand in his own and walking me towards the front door.

Once we stepped through, I jumped in surprise by the sudden burst of people, all screaming “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”. Everyone was here; my friends, Hyuna, even the boys had taken their time to come here. Before I could thank everyone, Hyuna stalks up to me and hugs me tightly. “Happy Birthday, babe, I love you so much!” Her words made me slightly emotional, but in all fairness, anything could make me emotional.

This was all for me. All of it. Did Jimin prepare all this for me? All the boys came up to me to say happy birthday, too, and hugged me. I looked at my surroundings, wanting to know what everything looked like. Everything was so pleasing, they had cleaned up, made food for everyone, and decorated the whole place.

“Guys,” I had to pause for just a second, making sure I wouldn’t cry and look all stupid, “this is amazing, thank you so much!” Jungkook spoke up first, “You should be thanking Jimin, it was all his idea.” I smiled slightly, blushing, and my eyes met Jimin’s, although he was already looking at me.

The food was amazing, they had cooked all my favourites, and as the night was coming to the end, everything was running smoothly. This was definitely the best birthday I have ever had and will ever have.

It was time for everyone to leave, wanting us to finally have some 'proper’ alone time together. I turned towards Jimin after closing the door, “I’m going to put something more comfortable. I’ll be right back.”

Walking back to the living room after slipping into my comfortable lingerie and some night clothes on top, I saw Jimin lying on the couch watching TV, but paused it when he heard me. His eyes studied my body, his eyes moving up and down as the smirk crept on his face. “Thank you so much, for all of this. You really didn’t have to.” I took a seat next to him as he sat up.

“Hey, don’t be silly, I’d do anything for you. I love you.” He said as he took his hand in my own, embracing it. I chuckled, “How did you even get all the time to do this?”

“Why do you ask? It’s not even that important, especially right now.” He crept up and his face was now directly in front of mine. He was getting ready to kiss me. Our lips parted, “You’re too sweet.”

“You wanna know a secret?” I lifted my eyebrows in confusion and nodded. His hand rested on my left thigh and he looked seriously into my eyes. He paused for a second, before finally saying, “Never mind, I’ll just tell you later.” His smirk began to appear once again, recognising it straight away.

I couldn’t control myself by this point. After being away from him for months, and then suddenly being here with him surrounded by candle light as just the two of us, I couldn’t help myself. I went for it, and I kissed him. My stomach was screaming with excitement, I want to touch him and feel him.

He put his one of his hands on my waist and the other resting slightly on my ass, lifting me up and placing me gently on his lap, our lips never leaving the others. He then carried me up the stairs and bought me to the bathroom, why? Placing me on the counter, I asked him, “What are we doing here?” He seems almost breathless, he eyes screaming sex, “I’ve always wanted to try this.” He looks me up and down before smashing his lips to mine again.

His kisses were so passionate, like all the other times before, both hungry for the other. He bit my bottom lip, not too rough to hurt but not too weak to have me not understand. I knew what this action meant, like all the other times before, he wanted entrance to my mouth, and like all those other times before, I let him, his tongue darting into my mouth and exploring, liking and sucking, making me moan.

One of his hands traveled up to my bra and the other wrapping tightly around my waist again, bringing me even closer to him. “You look so cute dressed in these,” His smile disappeared and he turned dark and seductive, “,but I bet you’re even cuter without them.” He whispered in my ear and slid my clothes off and threw them where ever, not caring, along with his.

His actions made me so needy, I haven’t been able to touch him in so many weeks, months. My automatically went in the direction of his crotch, trying to undo his belt while he carried on kissing my neck. The belt was finally undone and threw onto the floor as he stopped his pleasing movements to be able to be free of his trousers, now only left in his boxers.

“Your turn, babygirl.” He grinned, beginning to slide my night shorts from my body. Once again, his lips crashed with my own and our tongues collided together, almost as if fighting for dominance. Both only left vulnerable in our underwear, steam started to emerge on the very few windows. Picking me up from the counter, placing both his hands underneath to secure me, he carried me towards the shower. The hot water sprinkled on suddenly, covering us both and making us wet. I’d never been in such a heated situation before, our bodies so close together so intimately. His small hands grabbed my ass cheeks and caressed them harshly, then smoothing them out to make sure I wasn’t hurt in any way.

Grabbing his waist I brought him closer to my own, a moaning mess. “Can I touch you already?” I whispered huskily into his ear, he seemed surprised by my sudden speech, but soon got over it as he smirked, again. I turned to my right slightly, my eyes landing on the counter I was once sat on, spotting a familiar packet; condoms.

“You have really prepared this, haven’t you?” He chuckled lightly, proud at my response. “Well,” he shrugged, “you know me.” Such an ass sometimes, I swear.

I pushed him up against the wall roughly and started kissing him as he grabbed my ass and started massaging. God, I needed this. Not having seen him in such a long time got me so needy, especially when 'this’ is normally part of our weekly routine, sometimes even our daily routine, that’s why we’re technically known as the 'horn dogs’; I wanted him so badly.

He flipped us both around so that I was now the one pushed against the icy cold wall, bending over and kissing down a line on my stomach, inching closer and closer to my sensitive area. He smirked against my inner thighs as he kept creeping closer and I let our a frustrated sigh, already impatient.

First, he began to tease the hell out of me, but thankfully, he started licking my clit as I shot my head, sending him pleasing moans. They were always his favourite, he loved it when I moaned so loud when all he had done to me was tease; that was my weakness. As time went on I got distracted, and he suddenly added two fingers inside of me, pumping in and out. I was shocked to say the least, definitely not expecting something like this so quickly, but I didn’t mind, I enjoyed it even more.

I began getting closer and closer to my ends but just as it begun, he yanked both his head and fingers away, leaving me cold, and stood up straight to bring me into a kiss. I could feel his harden member poking against my stomach and the top of my clit, I couldn’t help but whine impatiently. He looked up, almost shocked, and grinned, knowing how much I really wanted to feel him. He was the same, too, he couldn’t wait as he put the condom on like lightning and set himself in front of my entrance.

He entered me harshly and without warning, earning a loud moan from my mouth, making me feel so good. He didn’t bother to wait for me to get used to his size as he started moving fast in and out of me, playing with my breasts, knowing how much it turned me on. I couldn’t hold back my moans, it wasn’t possible, but before I could make another, he pulled out and I looked at him confusingly.

“Turn around, babygirl.” He ordered and I did exactly what I was asked to. As I turned as fast as I could, wanting to feel more, I was able to feel his hardening member poking my back, my hands smacked flat against the steamy wall. He then entered me again, thrusting much faster then he did the last time, both of us a moaning mess. I was glad no one was nearby, no neighbours especially, or they definitely would’ve heard everything happening.

Just a few more thrusts later we both came undone, panting hard and he pulled out and I collapsed against his figure behind me. Jimin was exhausted, too, as he carried us both to the master bedroom and covered us both with blankets, kissing my forehead and cuddling up to me.

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Anonymous: can u make more modeling imagines?? like how harry meets y/n and he feels like she is familiar but cant remember. and when they are like hanging in tour bus or backstage etc (1d does exist) one of the boys finds her cover of like it being revealing. and so on

I’ve changed this up a bit so it fits in with the series!


You and Harry had been dating for a few months now and this was the first time you were going to meet the boys. Harry invited you on a couple of tour dates and to say you were nervous was an understatement.

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Originally posted by jengkook

Word count: 1820

Warnings: ANGST

Author’s note: I feel like I got a lot to say right now. Sorry about that in advance.

First of all this scenario is inspired by K.A.R.D.’s “Rumor”. At first I didn’t liked that song but I started liking it eventually. And damn this photoshoot gets me everytime. Also I don’t have the feeling I wrote a good Jimin story yet so I hope this will be poppin.

Second thing: I guess you noticed that I am repeating the members now. I mostly pick who I think would fit the role but there hasn’t really been any request regarding a certain group/member. Just to let you know that I am open for any suggestion! If not then I am willing to continue my own comeups ;)

For the third and last thing I just reached 400 followers!! ♥♥♥ For that I wanted to welcome every new companion and of course thank you all :D It is overwhelming to me how this blog grew out of nothing :) I will continue as long as you guys like me to ;) But now we will get going!

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Innocent Rookie // Min Yoongi

Originally posted by taestylips

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Sexy Fluff // Suggestive ^_^

Summary//Request: Anonymous said: Can I request a Suga scenario where he is a n experienced male model and she is rookie. He then learns her the basics. Please make it fluffy and sexy.

Getting into the world of modelling was easy. All you had to do was pay an upfront fee to an agency and they took your headshots and put your name out there for you – so to speak. However, getting into the world of modelling and becoming successful was a completely different ball game altogether.

But as your mother told you before you embarked on your journey to fame; “You reap what you sow, what you put in – you will most certainly get out.” You were of course a very hard working young woman with goals, dreams, aspirations and ambitions. You were also no stranger to the feeling of not winning, but you believed that this humbled you into becoming a gracious loser – something you must learn if you ever expect to be a gracious winner also.

After your last modelling competition which you placed 2nd in a sexy concept shoot, you decided that you needed to ‘up your game’ if you ever planned on winning 1st – something that you had never been able to grab a hold of thus far. And today, you hoped that you would get the experience needed to hone and improve your skills.

Your manager contacted you 4 days ago about a ‘satin boudoir’ photoshoot that you had been scouted for as a rookie female model – they were looking for someone with an innocent look and they picked you straight away upon seeing your soft, doe eyes and had mentioned that you gave off a naive vibe which was very ‘appealing’ to them. What that meant – you didn’t know, nor did you care. You were just happy that someone seen your potential, and you were going to try and exceed their expectations. You had been informed that it was a couple photo shoot, that there would also be a male model. And you assumed he would be some kind of rookie too.

But you couldn’t have been more incorrect.

You arrived at the studio at approximately 10am, giving your name to the receptionist and being handed a guest pass before taking the elevator by yourself to the 14th floor. Upon stepping out, you met your manager – Aria, who had been impatiently waiting for you.

“Oh finally, you’re here! Come on, let’s get you into hair and makeup and then we can have a look at the outfits.” She said all in one go as she pushed you towards the set room.

You walked in, widening your eyes at what was laid out before you. Lights, cameras and a dozen or so set hands rushed about, but you couldn’t help stare at the four poster bed sat at the back of the room in front of a black back-drop. You didn’t get much of a chance to fully observe the rest before Aria was pushing you once more towards a white door with your name on it. You couldn’t help but smile upon seeing your name in black and white, as you opened the door to walk in to a team of hairstylists and makeup artists, eagerly anticipating your arrival.

30 minutes later, you gazed at yourself in the mirror – taken aback at the beauty that lay before you. Smouldering, smoky eyes with delicate false lashes that feathered your eyes, a sleek but dramatic brow, and a classic red lipstick on your lips. Your hair, which had some hair extensions braided in for a thicker, longer effect; fell around your shoulders in loose, playful curls. You smiled up at the makeup and hairstylists.

“Wow…I didn’t know I could look this beautiful…thank you so much!” you said, giggling and not believing you could ever look this good. Aria patted your back and smiled at you in the mirror.

“You have a beautiful face already my love, they just added to that beauty.”

“If Miss (Y/N) is ready, let’s get her changed into her outfit for the shoot. Her partner is ready and waiting, the crew is on standby” a set hand came to inform you all. As you were taken into the adjacent dressing room, you began to feel millions of tiny butterflies fluttering about in your stomach.

“Aria, do you know who my partner is? I haven’t seen him yet.” You asked as you were handed a satin black bra and panties along with a freshly pressed white men’s shirt.

“Less talking, more getting dressed. You’ll see him soon enough.” Aria said, motioning you behind the curtain of the fitting room. You looked at her, before looking down at the 3 pieces of clothing as a look of confusion swept across your face.

“Uhm, where’s the rest of my outfit? They didn’t give me any pants…” you said nervously yet politely, before the entire room of women began to giggle and shake their heads at your innocence.

“(Y/N), that is the outfit. Come on! Hurry up and get changed, everyone is waiting on you.”

You felt almost naked upon walking out on to set in nothing but the provided underwear and shirt. You pulled at the hem, making sure the back was definitely covering your butt-cheeks as you gingerly walked behind your manager. You felt every single pair of eyes studying you as you walked past them. You were glad that the make up team had done such a good job with the concealer, as you felt your cheeks beginning to turn pink under their stares.

It was then you seen him, leaning up against one of the posts on the bed while chatting to one of the set noonas. Min YoonGi – talented, sexy and charming men’s model who was constantly featured on the cover of many fashion magazines both in Korea and internationally. He stood at 176cm and had since changed his hair colour to a pastel grey since his last Vogue shoot. You weren’t sure how long you stood there not breathing, until he turned around to catch your gaze. He wore a white shirt, unbuttoned at the top much like yours, with loose slacks and grey dress pants. He smiled wryly before walking towards you. Watching him, you felt like you were going to pass out, you couldn’t deny that you were absolutely star struck and in awe by him. “Me? Shooting with…him? Surely there’s been some mistake…” you thought as he stopped before you, and bowed slightly to which you bowed just a little lower.

“My name is (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you. You’ve been an inspiration to me and I’m so honoured to work with you today. Please excuse my lack of experience and I will try not to be an inconvenience to you today” you blurted out all in one go. Yoongi stared at you before letting out a breathy chuckle, looking around at the audience of people watching you both, before he leaned in closer to your ear.

“You’ve no need to introduce yourself (Y/N). I’ve heard about you too, so don’t discredit yourself. You are really quite a beauty” he purred, making you feel stupidly weak at the knees. You felt a small shiver run up and down your arms as you felt the wind of him pulling away to meet your eyes again.

“So, have you ever done a concept like this before? With the…uh, the bed?” he slung his head in the direction of the bed which was now made up in black and white satin sheets, the pillows plumped and the lights dimmed to set the mood. You smiled, trying your best not to show that inside you were screaming.

“No, this is my first time. I’ve done sexy concepts a few times, but never with a partner. I’m actually a little nervous right now to be honest, forgive me” you said, your voice dropping a little lower at the end, making Yoongi grin ear to ear in response.

“Ahh, they said you were an innocent beauty, and you have the personality to match. Let me give you one piece of advice; never lose that. Keep it for as long as you can. It’s rare, these days”. You didn’t quite know what he meant by that, but you decided to keep a mental note regardless. He was Min Yoongi after all, and to be given any kind of advice by him was both an honour and a privilege to you.  

“Alright everyone, places! Let’s get this started and we can be out of here before dinner. Yoongi and (Y/N), if you could please make your way over to the bed?” the set director called out. Your heart began to thump in your chest as you sheepishly followed behind Yoongi in the direction of the set.

The first scene wasn’t so bad. It had an element of sexual angst to it, with you and Yoongi sat in the middle of the bed with your backs pressing against each other. You cradled your knees to your chest, while Yoongi sat with his elbows on his knees, his feet flat against the bed. At certain points, the backs of your heads touched as you both looked into the camera with rebellious, sultry stares.

“Perfect! That’s beautiful (Y/N), more angst Yoongi….great, we got it.” The director clapped, obviously pleased with how the photo’s for the magazine were turning out.

“Alright, next scene. Yoongi, if you could stand at the side of the bed, make sure your knees are brushing the covers. (Y/N), I want you in front of him sitting with your legs underneath you while looking up at him. You guys just had a fight, and now you’re making up” he called out, flicking through his booklet of ideas while waiting for you both to get into position. Yoongi was already where he was supposed to be, and you followed suit.

“(Y/N), you need to be closer. I want your face almost touching his abdomen. Come on now, don’t be shy. Be professional”

You breathed in deeply, before scooting forward a few cm’s. Yoongi looked down at you and chuckled, before putting his hands at the sides of your shoulders and pulling you closer to him even further. You almost gasped at the contact, feeling how close you were to him now. Yoongi could sense your nervousness, as he placed his hand below your chin, cupping it in an attempt to comfort you.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a shoot. There’s nothing to be afraid of. Am I that scary?” he cooed playfully into your face, making you blush and sigh in return. You couldn’t help but be embarrassed seeing as he was beyond beautiful and the fact there were other people all watching your every move.

“Oh Yoongi! Stay like that, with your and on her chin. That’s perfect! Lean down more into her face, you’re comforting her. (Y/N), you can’t resist him, you’re slowly giving in to his love, look into his face like you have fallen in love with him…that’s it, yes!”

You held your breath the entire time as you and Yoongi gazed into each others eyes. You could see a gentle playfulness dancing around in them, as you attempted to read him. Yoongi could feel your skin almost burning under his touch, making him silently chuckle at his affect on you.

“Alright, last scene. So guys, please get on to the bed. Yoongi, I want you to remove the slacks and shirt, and (Y/N), I want you on his lap and straddling his waist for me. This is the grand finale, so let’s make it a good one”.

Your heart sunk upon hearing ‘straddle his waist’ as you really believed you would pass out from a lack of oxygen and the amount of nervousness you were feeling. Yoongi removed his shirt, revealing his nicely toned stomach, before crawling on to the bed to meet you.

“You don’t have to be nervous. Just breathe okay? I’m here with you. Let’s just pretend we’re lovers and there’s no one else here. Just focus on me, alright?” he said, as he pulled you on to his lap and placed his hands primitively on your hips. You gazed into his eyes before wrapping your legs around his torso. As you did, he grabbed your waist tighter and shifted you up closer to him, making you squeal a little – causing you both to giggle. You observed his smiling face, and what looked like a hint of natural blush appearing on his cheeks.

“Oh my god that’s beautiful, keep doing what you’re doing guys, you are both amazing together.” The director exclaimed, giving you more and more confidence by the second as the cameras clicked at the flash went off like crazy.

“I think you’re blushing a little, Mr. Yoongi” you purred into his ear, before he bit his lip and stared up into your face. His eyes were that of deep mahogany, and they burnt right into the deepest parts of your soul.

“Well, it’s not every day that I have an incredibly sexy girl sitting on my lap.” He said, his voice laced with lust before he brushed his nose with yours, as you slung your arms around his shoulders – all the while, Mr. Director was practically screaming the house down at how happy he was.

“Thank you…for making me less nervous. I really mean it.” You said sincerely, cocking your head to the side.

“You’re most welcome. In return, you could let me take you out for dinner tonight, if your boyfriend wouldn’t mind it.” Yoongi said casually, making you erupt in giggles at how smooth he was.

“There’s no boyfriend, I’m afraid. But, won’t your girlfriend get jealous?” you teased back, to which he gripped you tighter and wet his lips in response.

“What girlfriend? No one informed me I have a girlfriend?” he replied sarcastically before smiling his infamous gummy smile, making your heart swell in your chest. You couldn’t help but notice how well you fit his body as he nuzzled you further into his bare chest as if you were two pieces of a puzzle coming together perfectly. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, smiling angelically and never wanting the moment to end as you completely forgot about everyone else in the room.

“Aaaaaand, we’re done! Yoongi, (Y/N)…that was amazing. I can’t believe this was (Y/N)’s first time doing this kind of thing. You were a natural, you’ll go far in this industry! Thank you both for working so hard.” The director called out before everyone began cheering with a round of applause. You never felt more proud of yourself as you did right now.

You gently lifted yourself off of Yoongi before handing him his shirt from behind you, hoping that him asking you out to dinner wasn’t just something he said in the moment to calm you and make sure of a better shoot. You looked up at him as he put the shirt over his shoulders.

“I’ll meet you at reception in like, 20 minutes? Is that good for you?” he asked you as he extended his hand to help you get off the bed. You grinned, feeling relieved that it wasn’t just for the shoot that he asked you, before you nodded your head quickly and stepped off the bed and looked at him once more as you felt your nerves and shyness come flooding back to you under his gaze. You took a deep breath, before backing up slowly as he squeezed your hand gently before you pulled away altogether.

“Sure, see you in a bit.”

Photos & Time

Mass Effect Relationships prompt Day 2: Pictures of You

A/N - I was going to write a brand new drabble for today, but it’s midnight and I’m tired. So instead I’m going to post a snippet from my Jane & James fic ‘Say Something’ which is set post-ME3 when they finally get together. It’s all about photos. Art is by hazumonster and duckydrawsart, and represents the photo of James that Jane keeps, and the Fornax poster of her that he has. Lol.

Say Something - Photos & Time


The thought of him sent a dizzying rush through her body.

After all these months of running from the very thought of him, of denying her feelings and desperately trying to convince herself that she didn’t love him, it was such a release to just … let go. To let go of everything she’d kept bottled up so tightly and for so long. She’d had so many feelings for him that she hadn’t even known how to deal with them, and after the war and her injuries she’d assumed things would never happen.

And now … here they were.

Jane smiled and brushed her hair behind her ears as she pulled on a black strapless sundress, simple underwear and added some knee high leather boots that would be suitable for a long walk. The thought of strolling hand in hand with James and showing him her home caused a flurry of happiness to fizz through her veins, and she smiled to herself as she drifted through the kitchen door.

The sight of James padding back and forth barefoot in her kitchen and working over the stove brought yet another smile to her face, and Jane paused for a moment to watch him. She sidled up, slid an arm around his waist, and leaned against him as he cooked; she’d missed him. He deftly flipped some bacon in the pan, decided it was crispy enough, and then dished it up; adding fresh slices of toast and some of his famous eggs – though Jane suspected he’d improvised with her meager provisions.

He’d already poured them glasses of juice and he nodded towards her coffee machine which was burbling away. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted, but I was starving so I made us a bit of everything. Some protein and carbs.” James steered her towards the breakfast bar, pulled out a stool and pushed her down, dropping a kiss on her cheek. “Figured we should keep our energy up.”

“Well, we worked up quite an appetite.” Jane inhaled the delicious aroma of bacon and eggs. “Thank you for this.”

“My pleasure, Lola.” James rolled the ‘l’ in her nickname, and the warmth in his tone sent another flutter of butterflies through her.

God, she’d forgotten how wonderful he made her feel.

They tucked into their breakfast with gusto, chatting about what they’d missed out on in each other’s lives in the past few months. She told him about her recovery, finding the house, and her debate about accepting the rank of Admiral and accepting a position on the Defence Committee in Vancouver. James told her about his accelerated N-School training and his upcoming graduation, as well as his promotion to the rank of Captain and command of the Normandy. It felt good to sit and chat with him again after avoiding him for so long, especially now that there was nothing between them anymore.

No more might haves or could haves, no burning sexual tension or things they wanted to say and do, but couldn’t.

“I still feel kind of strange being on the Normandy without you,” James admitted after a time, a faint blush colouring his cheeks. “I mean, the cabin still has your model ships up there and everything.”

Jane chased some bacon around her plate and smiled. “You’re the captain now, get used to it.”

“I know, but the Normandy was your ship. I think in some ways she always will be.”

“No, she’s yours now.” She put her fork down and stretched until her shoulders cracked. “Though if you want to return my model ships, I’m not going to complain. I don’t suppose my fish are still there? Or my hamster, Franklin?”

James laughed and pulled her into a hug. “I’m afraid your fish all died and your hamster passed away too, though he lived a long time for a space hamster. But my husk head is still alive.”

Jane rolled her eyes as she remembered the horrible shrieking head; she’d only tolerated it in her room because of James’ genuine delight in it. He was still grinning at her when she looked at up at him and she narrowed her eyes, shifting in her seat as she sensed he was amused by something.

“What is it?” she prompted him. “I know that smile.”

“You also left a photo by your bed.” His smile widened and Jane’s face flamed as heat rushed to her cheeks.

Oh God! She’d kept a photo of James by her bed on a whim! She’d forgotten about that photo - but of course he was the captain of the Normandy now, and he could have gone through everything in her room when he’d moved up there. Which meant he’d seen the photo and who knows what else! He’d probably suspected she’d had a crush on him all along; no wonder he’d kissed her when the Normandy had reached Earth.

“It was a cute photo,” she said lightly, trying and failing to keep a straight face as her cheeks continued to burn. “Does that mean you don’t keep any pictures of me?”

“Pictures of you?” he tilted her face up so she’d meet his eyes which were dancing with amusement, “Okay, Lola, you got me; I keep a photo of you too. A cute little photo of the two of us from your party on the Citadel. I also have the issue of Fornax with your tasteful pinup photoshoot in the N7 lingerie – it’s very, very sexy.” James slid an arm around her shoulders and his voice dropped an octave. “I have to admit; I like that you kept a photo of me.”

He leaned down and kissed her, his hands sliding down her shoulders and soothing away her embarrassment. Jane happily linked her armed around his neck; James tasted like bacon and coffee, and early mornings. It was a warm and happy kiss. The kind of kiss she’d always thought about sharing with him. When they pulled apart she was a little breathless and grinned stupidly up at him, somewhat appeased to see the same silly smile on his face.

“I really love you, you know,” James told her as he traced her face. “I don’t want this day to end.”

Jane stood up and gave him another quick kiss. “Yeah, but after today comes tomorrow and the day after and the day after that!”

“You might get sick of me,” he pointed out, helping her collect their dirty dishes and transporting them to the dishwasher. “You might wake up tomorrow and decide, 'yeah, that was fun. But I’d rather be alone again.’”

She raised an eyebrow shook her head. “Fat chance of that. Do you have any idea how miserable I was?”

“As miserable as me?” James caught her hand and tugged her towards him, his brown eyes serious as they searched hers. “I mean it Janey; I don’t want to scare you off again.”


It was the second time today he’d called her that instead of Lola; she liked it. Jane closed the gap between them and snuggled up close.

“You’re not going to scare me off again,” she told him. “I love you too much.”

wait for the colours to turn to gold

length: 5k

genre: fluff, AU, strangers to lovers

summary: fashion blogger!Dan and movie reviewer!Phil are neighbours, and when Dan sees Phil about to ruin a shirt by hanging it on his balcony, he has to stop him in the name of fashion

notes: thanks to @spacecattle for the great au, @cafephan for threatening me if i made this less than 5k, and @problmemeatic for dragging me via google docs

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mistress92  asked:

Oh look a blog that focuses on four of my fave boys! Noice~ But say the boys chuby s/o was a pin up calendar model back when she was in college to pay for school. Nothing nsfw, just her in cute lingerie/bikinis/costumes for the different months. Red/white/blue for July, cute bikini for June, sexy witch for October, red velvet and white fur lining for December, etc. BUT how would the skeletons react to finding an old one of her calendars, maybe Undyne/Alphys shows them. (she found it online?) LOL

OOH~ I like this. :3c


– When Alphys comes to him with it, shoving the colourful picture for the month of December in his face, he immediately turns a deep plum colour and shoves the calendar away. “ALPHYS, WHAT ARE YOU – WAIT.”

– He takes a second look at it and nearly screams. It’s you!! Plum awkwardly asks Alphys for the calendar, and when she hands it over he flips through all the images. Alphys is cackling at his reactions and he’s firmly ignoring them.

– He brings it up with you later after spending the whole day wondering whether or not he should. Once he mentions it though, he blushes and starts rambling about being sorry if it was something you didn’t want him to know about, and how he really shouldn’t have continued looking at it but it was just that you looked so good in all those pictures, human, but he understands if it was a private thing and if you don’t want to talk about it - 

– You better stop this boy and explain before he talks himself to dust. Once he hears what it was for, he lets out a big “OOooooooohhhhh” in understanding. 

– Bashfully, he asks if he can keep the calendar Alphys found. If you say yes, he’s going to keep it tucked away between the books on his shelves and maybe frame his favourite of the bunch - if you’re comfortable with that, of course.


– He’s sitting beside Undyne in the lab when she discovers it. They were just perusing the catalogue of new things that were being sold on Undernet, and his lollipop nearly falls out of his mouth when he spots a picture of you.

– Blushing, he makes Undyne click through the rest of the images, his jaw hanging open all the while. He wants to buy it right now immediately.

– Before he does, Cherry snaps a selfie with him, Undyne, and the July image blown up on the screen and sends it to you with no text.

– Regardless of your answer, he brings the calendar home. He goes through it with you, pointing at his favourite outfits and telling you how great you look in them. “think you could model one of these for me one day, honey?” he pokes at you, only half joking. If you agree to, he grins.


He’ll go back to looking at the pictures like the answer was nothing big, but he’s screaming internally. He can’t wait.


– Hunter discovers it on the dining table of Alphys’ home, just sitting there among the pile of manga and anime DVDs. He interrupts his own report to loudly declare that HEY, THAT’S HIS S/O, and he snatches the calendar from underneath the pile..

.. causing it to spill on to the floor. Alphys yells at him for the mess and for taking her stuff, and he has to spar with her before he gets to take it home.

– When he does, he walks right up to where you’re sitting on the couch and slams it down on the coffee table. “HUMAN!! I DEMAND TO KNOW WHY YOUR RADIANT, PLUSH SELF IS DRESSED UP IN VISUALLY APPEALING AND HOLIDAY APPROPRIATE CLOTHING ON EVERY SINGLE IMAGE IN THIS CALENDAR!!”

– The moment you mention that it was to pay for your school, he raises his hand to silence you. “I SEE..” He looks serious, but then his grin turns impish.


– If you say yes, he goes all out and makes himself responsible for all your outfits, the props, the backdrops, the angles. Prepare for the photoshoot of a lifetime.


– Hound is at Undyne’s lab, there to get her to fix Sans’ phone after he threw it down in a rage, again. He’s just leaning against the counter, watching her work. He doesn’t really register a lot of what she’s saying until she mentions your name, and he perks up.

“run that by me again?”

“Your datemate, numbskull.” Undyne motions for him to pass the screwdriver, continuing only after he’s handed it over, “I said I didn’t know that they were into that stuff.”


– Undyne groans and gestures to the calendar sitting on her desk, saying she found it the other day in the dump, in perfect condition somehow. Papyrus spends the rest of his time there staring intensely at the pictures, mesmerized by the images. 

– He asks you about it when he returns home, and when you explain the situation he just nods. He’s… oddly calm about it, but he’s pretty calm about most things so you figure he just thought it was a normal thing for you.

– But then he pulls you into his lap and flips through the calendar with you, complimenting your hair, your posing and any little thing he likes. He’s grinning all the while, and whispers something about how lucky he is.

anonymous asked:

RFA + Saeran + V with a MC who has an 'emo-like' fashion ?? Facial piercings and black wardrobe vibes. tHaNkS a bUnCh

A/N: Y'all haven’t seen how I dress but this me a lot of the time ^^;; (Though when I went through this emo-phase back in high school I had blue hair and raccoon eyes but omG I MISS MY BLUE HAIR I WANT TO DYE IT BACK) I kind of went based off of things I would wear during this phase sooo;;; ~Admin 404


           -You were nicely dressed at the party so he really had no idea what your casual sense of style would be, but no matter what it was, he was sure it was gonna be cute!!

           -10/10 did not expect you to be wearing so much black and spikey… things

           -???? Is this the same MC??

           -Has nothing against it at all but? WOW not what he expected

           -You’re still the same MC!! Just…. in darker clothes and makeup than expected!!! Still loves you!!

           -“MC! Share some of your bracelets with mmmeeee!”


           -He also loves the splash of colour it gives your outfit!!!!

           -If you dye your hair he’s 500% for it because now you two can dye each other’s hair!!


           - you steal his leather jacket very often

           -But he loves it!!!

           -It’s very expressive! Completely accepts it!!

           -If you have a tongue or lip piercing he is fuCKING WEAK

           - THE BEAST, MC, THE BEAST!!!!!!

           -Ripped skinny jeans!!! Yes!!! Put them on!!! Y E S

           -Secretly loves the short vests you put on over loose tank tops

           -If he sees any black piece of jewelry, or a piece of clothing with a skull on it, he’s buying it for you


           -He knows you like black, but??? It’s so cute when the only splash of colour you put on is in your hair!




           -She’s really happy you express yourself but!!!

           -This is so not business professional MC that’s…the point, jaehee

           -Respects how well you can do your smokey eye makeup! skills, MC, skills

           -Paints your nails for you if you paint hers!

           - refuses to admit she checks out your butt in your skinny jeans

           -She does like your large sweaters and plaid over-shirts though!!!

           -Takes them to wear around the house and plays dumb when you ask her about them

           -“?? These aren’t yours. I’ve had them for years? Are you sure? I think you’re wrong. See, this plaid shirt is red, you wear all black. It can’t be yours!”


           - Listen here mr. bodyguard, I’m not a threat, I’m not a delinquent, I’m MC and I’m hERE TO SEE JUMIN HAN, JUMIN, LET ME IN!!!!!!

           -C H O K E R S

           -Surprised when you showed up at his penthouse in a corset-like dress???

           -Aren’t corsets meant to be more….lingerie-like???

           - what are you trying to say here mc

           -He actually really likes it, so long as you…. don’t wear so many spikes and chains and… black…. and take out the jewelry in your face when attending fancy parties

           -He tries so hard not to laugh when Elizabeth tries to play with your dangling chains hanging from your belts

           -10/10 Will buy you beanies with cat ears on them

           -Okay lets be real, he’ll buy you anything black that has anything related to a cat on it pls wear this for him MC

           -Likes when you wear high-heels with spikes all over them, they’re just so badass and he can’t help it?? But remember to be proper when needed, otherwise it’s all good MC




           -Can and will do your makeup for you

           -If you wear skinny jeans with rips in them, he’ll make sure his fingers are cold and poke your leg through them


           -Tries to see how many crosses he can put on your outfit until you tell him to stop

           -Loves giving you his hoodie because it’s so big and long and hey, it’s mostly black anyway!!

           -GALAXY CLOTHING!


           -Unnatural hair colours is an A+++++ for him!! Loves it!!!!


           -Oh my is that a nose piercing? How cute!!!

           -He’s okay with it but wow, it’s very expressive of you

           -Black, lacey dresses make him WEAK


           -Every time he sees you in any type of band merch, he asks you about them

           - secretly has a list written down somewhere about the bands you seem to like the most

           -Loves taking pictures of you because each picture shows different pieces of your personality because your outfit is always expressive

           -Unnatural hair colours are soooo pretty in different lights!!!! LET HIM TAKE PICTURES

           -You always seem to carry a backpack that’s 5 times too big for your body every time the two of you go out for photoshoots but you’re literally the cutest thing in the world

           -Seriously does not mind how you dress? It’s just a part of you, please be yourself, that’s all he asks of you


           -This little hoe likes to bite on your lip piercing and it’s like??? DON’T at least not in public okay

           -“MC, that’s my choker. No, it’s mine! I LITERALLY BOUGHT IT LAST WEEK, THAT ISN’T YOURS, YOURS IS ON THE DRESSER”

           -If you wear dark red shades or black lipstick, he dies and goes to heaven

           -He dyes his hair, so he wouldn’t mind if you did as well

           -Just to mess with you, he’ll pull your beanie down over your face

           - listen, asshole;;;;;; you’re ruining my makeup

           -Doesn’t even try to hide the fact he checks out your butt in your skinny jeans

           -You try to take his jacket but he ALWAYS catches you and takes it back

           -“Get your own! I’m wearing it!” “But I like it!” “THEN GET YOUR OWN I JUST SAID THAT”

           -Spike-Squad; no one gets close to you in fear of being poked by them lets be honest people avoid you all together because??? so much black tends to scare others

Another Man.

Here we go.

Here it is.

24.9k words in the space of a week - that’s pretty impressive.

The longest story I have ever written in the 2 years of being an active writer on Tumblr. I hope you enjoy it. Feedback would be incredible on this one. I’ve been so excited to get this one up. I think it’s safe to say that I got a little bit carried away with this one but I’m so thrilled this request got sent in. Ever since his photoshoot came out, I’ve had the idea of this and it’s great that the prompt got sent in when it did - god bless the darling Anon who stuck it in my ask box. ;)

Thank you for being patient with me. It means a lot. Lots of love to you all - you’re all bloody amazing. xx

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things tie together

As she walked to school, Marinette was keenly aware of several things. The first was that she had actually made it in good time for once, instead of dashing over in a crazed mess of halfway-done hair and halfway-eaten breakfast on the go. The second, of all things, was the way her feet felt in sneakers. She had been forced, last night, to de-transform in a back alley, the nearest sanctuary from prying eyes, and in the darkness had splashed into a dirty puddle of rainwater. Her flats were still recovering in her room now, hence: sneakers.

They weren’t even particularly nice sneakers. They were an old pair that she had to scrounge up from the depths of the spare cabinet. At one point, writing them off as something she would never wear again, she had apparently let Manon go at them with pink rhinestones and some quick-dry glue. Even this morning, as she got ready, she hadn’t the heart to try to prise any of them off.

Marinette wriggled her toes nervously as she crossed the street and began ascending the steps to the school’s main door, all the while keeping her eyes angled steadfastly downwards. All she needed to do was get to her classroom, get to her seat, and hope her other notable fashion choice for the day would be distracting enough that no one would look at her feet much…

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” came Chloé’s silken voice, and she stopped on the spot, caught halfway to the staircase leading up to their classrooms. Her classmate gave her a sickeningly sweet smile and cooed, “I see you’ve finally gotten a wardrobe upgrade.”

She was about to respond, but she was interrupted by Sabrina, who piped up from beside Chloé, “Ooh, yes Marinette, I love that dress! Did you make… it…?” 

Sabrina trailed off as Chloé turned to glare at her. “I meant her shoes,” she hissed.

But it was enough of a break in the confrontation for Marinette to gather her wits. “Thanks, Sabrina!” she called out, stepping past her two classmates to continue on her way.

As she did, she felt it: the slight resistance that told her Chloé had actually had the insolence to stick out a daintily pointed foot and step on her shoelaces, causing them to come undone as she pulled away.

“Knock it off, Chloé,” Marinette groaned, turning back to glare at her smug tormentor. She began to crouch, but then realised: the dress. It would make retying her shoelaces awkward, if not impossible, and her klutziness would never allow her to make it up the stairs to her classroom unscathed.

She practically growled at her.

“Oh! I’m surprised they didn’t unravel altogether,” Chloé trilled belatedly, her hand flying to her mouth in pretend sympathy and dismay. “You’d better watch yourself, Marinette. You don’t want to have any wardrobe malfunctions.”

She beckoned brusquely at Sabrina, who meekly began to follow her and walk away, although just before turning aside she sent an apologetic look in Marinette’s direction.

Marinette was seeing red — but as she seethed and looked off into the distance, at a loss for the moment what to do, she also saw Adrien, standing in the main entrance to the school. From his furrowed brow, she guessed that he had seen everything.

She bit her lip as he walked up to her, thinking that anything he said or did right then would only make her more embarrassed, no matter his good intentions. From somewhere off to the right and up, she heard Chloé call out to her Adrikins.

Although he was usually congenial enough, this time Adrien didn’t respond to his childhood friend. He moved somewhat vaguely as he walked up to Marinette, a tentative smile replacing his frown. “Hey Marinette,” he greeted her, and oh, her gut instinct had been right: this was mortifying, to see him in all his perfect clothing coordination and photoshoot-worthy windswept hair, next to her apparent fashion disaster today. Even as she squeaked out a “Hi!” she could feel her cheeks colouring.

“Adrikins?” Chloé called out again from halfway up the staircase, her voice faltering slightly with the diminishing possibility that he continued not to have heard her, and the increasing likelihood that he was actively ignoring her.

“Sorry, would you hold this for a moment?” Adrien asked, passing her his messenger bag. Numbly, she accepted it — and the moment the strap changed hands, Adrien crouched smoothly and began to re-tie her shoelaces. Only, because they were standing quite close together and she was holding his bag, it looked like she was helping him while he redid his own shoelaces.

Marinette’s eyes widened. Dimly, she registered feeling selfishly satisfied, that he had chosen to stand up for her — uh, figuratively — so publicly. More crucially, she felt a warmth spread through her, starting from somewhere deep in her chest: it was both a relief that he had found such a subtle and un-condescending way to help her, and an internal thrill that this was actually happening.

As he stood up again, Adrien flashed her a smile and said, “Thanks!” while accepting back his bag.

“Right back at you,” Marinette countered, meeting his eyes and trying to communicate her gratitude.

He held her gaze for a second too long, and then ducked his head — shyly? but Adrien Agreste didn’t get shy around Marinette. He didn’t get flustered at all, really, except… except…

She was over-thinking it, probably.

But then, in an undertone, Adrien murmured, “No problem. Wouldn’t want you — heh — falling for anybody else.”


She blinked at him in confusion, her heart rate subtly picking up as she did, and her expression shifting from gratitude to the beginnings of wonder.

She only knew one person who made such corny jokes. She only knew one person who reacted that way around her, or at least, the superheroic side of her.

It was almost laughter that bubbled out of him at that point, but instead Adrien just smiled again, seeming to have to fight to keep his face straight.

He touched her on the shoulder, as was his habit, as was Chat Noir’s habit, and she felt the familiar angular ring on his finger, pressing lightly against her skin. His eyes were shining as he said, “Nice outfit, by the way. The spots really, uh, suit you.”

“Adrikins?” Chloé tried one last time, but she sounded faint and far away.

“Chat Noir,” Marinette whispered.

He twirled his hand in the kind of flourish that tended to precede one of his more ostentatious bows. Looking up at her with those impossibly green eyes that she should have recognised before now, surely, he replied, “The one and only, My Lady.”

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Anon: can you do one where y/n is gigi’s friend and she doesn’t know kendall so gigi introduces them at a party and they get on very well and flirt and kendall ask y/n on a date?

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Chef-d'œuvre | Chapter Four
Genre: Angst,Fluff | Photographer/Artist!AU
Lenght: 6.9K
Summary: Jungkook had everything in life: fame, money and people at his feet ready to every single command he would gave. But the only thing he wanted was you. But you were gone.

[A/N] It took one month to write this chapter and it’s very long. I have to thank my dear friend @dreamheart13 for helping with this chapter which is probably the longest that I’ve ever written. Hope you enjoy it!

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Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five |

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Still falling for you

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Pairing: Pietro x reader

Summary: Adorable Pietro pretty much says it all

Word count: 1.222

Warnings: None! It’s fluffy time!

A/N: Wednesdays are for one-shots! And in case you’re wondering, yes, it’s loosely inspired by that song from Ellie Goulding.

“Hey speedster!” you shout exasperatingly from across the kitchen. You had been completely absorbed in the process of fabricating yourself a black coffee with a river of cream since Steve made it before his morning run and the little shit likes his poison way stronger than you do. It was then that Pietro decided to steal your precious toast away from you, snatching it from your plate and speeding off towards his room.

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anonymous asked:

How about reactions from RFA and V seeing their very chubby chub chub MC in a short dress-

Okay so I don’t know what happened but I ended up writing 1.7k+ words -  Ah well enjoy ! And I tried including that MC is chubby but I think in some it got a bit lost because they don’t care if MC is chubby or not ~ Also female MC here ! If you want a male or genderneutral MC please resend this ask ~


“ Ah.”, you sighed and looked at yourself in the mirror. You had tried on different dresses since you we’re going to join Jumin at a company dinner later. Rummaging through your closet you had found your favourite dress again . You thought you had lost it and put it on . Even though the dress still made you look gorgeous it had gotten a bit short. It would be a bit inappropriate for a company dinner right ? You decided to go and ask Jumin, who was sitting in his office at home . After knocking shortly on the door you entered. “ Jumin?” “Hmm?”, he asked without looking up. “ Can I wear this to the company dinner? Or is this too short ?” At your question he finally looked at you and blinked, then didn’t say anything for a while. You we’re embarassed being stared at like that but then he picked up his phone and cancelled the company dinner and then stood up and walked towards you. “ Jumin what-“ “ I’m the only one who’s allowed to see you in this dress okay?”, he whispered . Needless to say it was still a quite eventful night for you . And next day he took you out to buy new dresses.

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A Chance at the Hidden Power. FINAL


Words: 3.6k  😝

Warning: FLUFF 😇

Summary: The Final chapter, the interview and the concert.



I was chatting with Michael when out the corner of my eye I saw Calum in a smart body-con dress and fitted blazer, hugging his (well, my) curves in all the right places He was getting ready for the interview and it was not just me who could see his nerves.

We had barely spoken since we got to England, apart from running through some things before I was to go on stage and before the interview. But I hadn’t mentioned about what Mali had said to me, not really feeling the need to.

I was shocked at first, I even chuckled a bit but Mali pinched me and said; “You’ve loved that girl for so many years, don’t tell me you hate her now." I didn’t reply, I just shrugged.

I could see why Calum looked scared that I were to go with Mali for coffee, not wanting her to say anything about me. But knowing our shitty luck, of course it was the first topic of the conversation. A conversation that only lasted a few minutes before Mali gave up, going onto how tour had been.

I was shook out of my trance when Michael cleared his throat, tapping me on the arm and pouting to a very nervous Calum. He was biting on his fresh acrylic nails, probably messing them up already.

I sighed before moving off the sofa to stand in front of Calum, causing him to bump into my chest and stay planted to the floor. He didn’t look up at me, he didn’t say anything. He just… whimpered.

"Cal, baby it’s gonna be fine. You’re gonna do great." I whispered, my hands going to push some hair from his face.

"I’m so scared Y/N. What if I fuck it up? I don’t want to do this without knowing you’re there." His voice was timid and afraid, and I could tell that he was close to tears.

"Calum," I tapped his chin and he look up at me, his eyes glazed with tears,

"Whatever happens, it happens. If you fuck up then that’s okay, I can easily re-apply, saying that I had medical problems. Or you can get your pretty little head straight and see that you can do this." I took Calum into my arms after I said that, my hold on him protective and comforting.

"Thank you." Was all Calum said as he nuzzled his face in to my neck and wrapped his arms around my waist.

We stood there for a couple of minutes, I heard the shutter of a camera go off and Michael walk out the room with a smirk. But he came back in with a moody expression, followed by a stiff looking lady.

Her hair was up too tightly, she held her chin high in the air and looked down her nose at us. She had a tight grip on a clipboard, her brogues slapping against the floor and her ankle length skirt nearly tripling her up.

"Can we help you?" Ashton asked as he came into the room talking to Luke, stopping the conversation when he saw her.

"The concert starts in 10, and your little sisters interview is starting too. So I suggest you find where that thing is and send her packing to the interview." The lady spat, her voice filled with venom and hate that had probably brewed for the last forty years.

"I am here you know, Trunchball." Calum glowered, glaring at her so hard that if looks could kill, the grim reaper would be knocking on the door.

"O-oh, I see." The lady tried to keep up her act, but the stutter she made really threw her off.

"Well you clearly don’t with those glasses. Time to get some new ones." Calum crossed his arms over his chest, his left eyebrow cocked. The lady gasped in shock before storming out, muttering the words of how rude and ignorant we all were.

"Think it’s time to get going lads." Luke clapped his hands together before smiling and running out to the car, getting the best seat in the back and Ashton whined and tried pulling him out.

"Now or never babe." Calum spoke, winking at me.

"Now there’s the Calum I wanted to see." I smiled,

"But yes, I’ll see you backstage." I kissed the top of his head, walking out the door with Michael.

"Good luck Y/N!" Calum shouted, knowing only Michael could hear. I smiled before turning around and shouting back down the corridor.

"Good luck Calum!”

*Calum’s POV*

By the time I had gotten to the Photography Interview Building, the boys and Y/N would probably be finishing soundcheck. Why the fuck did she have to choose a job opportunity in England, far away from us boys and home.

It’s a stupid thing to do but I guess if she wants this, then I’m gonna have to try extra hard.

Of course I was shitting bricks as I waited in a hard cushioned chair, with quite a handful of other people listening to the loud ticking of the clock. Each time the door handle jiggled, we would all hold our breathes to see if one of the applicants come out crying or with a slight smile on their face.

I was too in thought that I didn’t hear the door open, the girl bawling and mumbling how she fucked up the interview. I only came back down to earth when a loud voice boomed off the walls.

“Y/N Irwin?" I looked up, noting that everyone was staring, waiting for me to crumble under the mans harsh glare.

Instead I smirked and stood up, running my hand down my front and my sides, in a ‘wiping the dust’ off motion and picked up the portfolio Y/N had given me.

"Here I am." Was the last thing I said before walking into the office, my stride confident and my head held high with a smile. When the door closed, the man took a seat to the side but motioned me to carry on walking until I was in front of the desk.

"Please take a seat." Another man said, coming out from no where carrying a brown manila envelope with Y/N’s name written in bold letters. I quickly placed the portfolio in my lap, and look at the man’s desk, my eyes widening at the name; Matthew Quinn.

Y/N hadn’t told us that the person who had authorised every single band photoshoot, every famous photographer in this day and age had asked her to be interviewed.

I gulped as he lowered down in the lavish black chair, which just had to be a swingy one. His hair was curly on the top, as if he had just been surfing and not bothered to wash the sea salt away. His smooth, caramel skin glowed under the natural light that was let in by the floor length windows, giving his moss coloured eyes a heavenly gleam to them.

To be honest, I wouldn’t mind working for this man if Y/N didn’t get the job. He sat forward in his chair, leaning on his elbows as his eyes looked Y/N’s flawless body up and down.

"So Y/N what is it that inspires you?" His tongue darted out to lick his top lip.

"There is never one specific thing, Mr Quinn. If I see something that is beautiful but could also be interpreted as something else to someone then I will take the photograph." I opened the portfolio and pushed it in front of him, the file opened on one of my most favourite of Y/N’s work.

"As you can see there." I pointed down at the black and white photo of a clown, who was smoking a spliff with a sad look on his face outside a French restaurant.

"This inspired me in more ways than one. Others may see this as a deadbeat bum who got paid a couple of bucks to dress up like that. However, I saw it differently." I cleared my throat and placed my hands in my lap, watching Mr Quinn.

"The clown is not where he is supposed to be, and neither is that expression. A clown is supposed to bring happiness, am I correct?" Matthew nodded, still mesmerised by the picture. I was too when I first saw it, but I was too stubborn to ask about it so I heard her talk about it to Michael with much enthusiasm.

"Then why is it depending on a spliff to make him happy? You can see it in his eyes that he has hope for the toxic thing to make him happy.” i then turned the next page, where the sad clown had the thing between in index and thumb, twirling it in front of his face as his eyes were wide with desperation and hope.

“He is depending on it because it’s the escape from reality. His job is to make people laugh, to make little kids scream with excitement when they get a toy balloon." Matthew sat back in his chair with wide eyes,

"He is doing his job because he doesn’t want other people to feel the type of loneliness and desperation he feels." And that’s how the interview carried on, me rambling about my favourite pictures Y/N had shot over the years, rejoicing on the inside that I paid close attention to each story.


After the final bow we all ran off the stage, Ashton throwing Luke over his shoulders and running ahead. Whe me and Mike got off the stage, out of view of everyone he pulled me close and kissed my forehead.

"You did amazing darling." He whispered before running after Ashton and Luke, hollering how he was gonna jump on them.

The show was amazing and I absolutely nailed the bass, making sure that I bounced around and goofed out with Michael like Calum normally would. I did kiss his cheek a couple of times and said into my microphone whilst he was singing that, 'malum is rising’ which made him laugh and the thousands of fans so crazy.

I could totally understand why the boys loved doing this so much, the buzz I had gotten was un-fucking-real and I loved every second of it. Ashton and Luke had taken their shirts off, threatening each other to wring out the sweat on their heads as Michael just laughed at them and went straight for the food table.

I was the last one in as I had forgotten the way a couple of times but when I got their, Michael and Calum were stood by the sofas with smiles on their faces; and a envelope in the hands of Calum.


I said with a smile, walking over to them. Ashton and Luke must’ve just noticed that Calum was in the room as they bounded over with open arms and smiles, tackling him into a hug.

They pulled back when he started to scream with laughter, telling them he would shave their heads if they didn’t get off.

"So did you get in?" Ashton smiled at Calum, sitting down on the edge of the sofa just as Luke did.

Calum handed the envelope to me and I raised an eyebrow. Ashton and Luke gave a confused look and Michael sat there smiling, his hands over his lips.

"Open it." Calum said, an emotion flashing across his eyes that I couldn’t detect. I grabbed the brown envelope with shaky hands and ran my fingers over the name. My name in gold cursive font and the main logo for the academy printed on the side.

"C'mon Calum open it" Luke jeered, slapping my thighs. I flipped it open and ran my finger underneath the sill, taking out the thin piece of paper and unfolding it. I looked up at Calum who was biting his lip in worry. I flipped over the letter and read it.

"Dear Y/N Irwin, we’re overwhelmed to announce that due to your amazing interview, Mr Matthew Quinn requested a space for you immediately be saved. He talked nothing but greatness as we held a meeting a couple of hours after the interview.”

I looked up at Calum who was grinning. Ashton squealed picking him up and twirling him around. But I carried on reading.

“He was mesmerised by your technique of photography, and with each story you told about each picture he could tell you are headed for greatness. We look forward to having you with us.”

My heart thudded as I felt a sense of pride watching Ashton hug Calum in my body to death. Calum hugged Luke and Michael before walking over to me. I wrapped my arms around him and he nestled his head into my neck.

“Thank you," I whispered into his hair. Calum held onto me tightly, his lips pressing against my shoulder in comfort. I felt a tear run down my cheek and Calum raised his head looking at me with a smile of adoration.

"Sorry, I can’t help it." I whisper-giggled, wiping away my tear. Calum shook his head and wiped away the puddles under my eyes.

"You did it!" I smiled.

"So did you!" He grinned

"I watched the last half of the show, you were awesome!”

The other boys had left the room to get showered and alcohol so Calum wrapped his arms around me. I rested my head on his as he looked up at me.

“You know If I had to spend the rest of my life as someone else I’m glad its you." I spoke in a hushed tone, my voice careful and collected.

"Ditto." Calum mumbled, chucking after.

"I can’t believe you got it! I rambled to Matthew Quinn so fucking much.”

“No you got me in!" I reminded him, my hands falling to his hips.

"Yeah but it was your amazing photography Y/N that got you in. I talked about all my favourite ones who had captured, telling each story.”

“And it was your amazing bass skills that got you where you are today. I sang each song from the bottom of my heart." 
I laughed.

I suddenly felt my body tingle and I snapped my eyes closed due to the amount of pain these tingles were giving my spin.

I grabbed onto Calum feeling my legs give way, his arms catching me as my knees buckled. All was silent for a couple of minutes, my breathing painful and laboured.

"Calum get the fuck awa-” Was what brought me back. I snapped open my eyes and looked up with dizzy eyes. Calum was stood in front of me, his eyebrows punched together.

Why was I looking at Calum? Ashton grabbed Calum’s arm who looked equally as confused as me as he got pulled away, opening and closing his mouth. He reached his arms out to me but Ashton slapped his head and kept pulling him out the room.

I looked into the dressing room mirror and pinched myself way over tent times.

I was myself again..

Michael walked into the room and nodded his head at me, completely walking past me. But he did a double take when he saw I wasn’t moving.

“You alright Cal?”

He said in confusion. I walked over to him and squished his cheeks in my hand, scanning over his face and running my hands through his hair.

“Its me, Michael, Y/N! something just happened and we switched b-back.." I saw his eyes widen but then narrow in suspicion.

"Oh really?" Michael smirked.

"Whats the most embarrassing thing I’ve done in front of you and not told the boys?”

“You farted on your dads pillow and gave him pink eye the next morning. You tried blaming it on me but your mom wouldn’t have any of it.”

I spoke, giggling at the memory.

“Why do you ask?”

“Okay yeah true but I don’t believe you, I probably told Calum one night when we were drunk." Michael rubbed his chin, his rings pressing against his squishy cheeks.

"Okay here we go. What’s the furthest we’ve gone?" A smirk plastered itself on his face.

"Cuddling why? Maybe we kissed when we were drunk when we were teenagers at some shitty parties." I shrugged.

"Why?" Michael didn’t answer me, just scanning me up and down processing whether I was me or not.

"Oh god did Calum try something?" I groaned, throwing my head back and squinting my eyes.

"He definitely tried to.” Michael giggled, his arms pulling me into his body,

"But yeah. Cuddling and sloppy drunk kisses are the furthest we’ve ever gotten.”

"I’m back Mikey" I whispered, nuzzling my head in to his shoulder.

I had been back in my body for 2 hours and I was already enjoying getting my life back. I had cuddled Ash, Michael and Luke probably 100 times each, squashing them to death but they didn’t care as when Calum was in my body, they barely got cuddles.

I have missed them so fucking much. The only person I haven’t seen was Calum and it was starting to get me down.

We were at the after party of their first concert of the tour in England and it was more like a small get together, but I was still happy. I walked out onto the balcony to find that Calum was sat there with a beer can and a cigarette between his fingers.

"Hiya!” I said cheerfully, closing the door behind me after I stumbled a little bit.

“Hey” He whispered laughed, smiling at me and taking a drag of his cigarette, turning his face and blowing the smoke away from me.

“You know,” I started walking up to him slowly, “You never did tell me what happened that night of my graduation party.” I said sitting down next to him.

We both looked out at the sky, Calum laughed awkwardly before putting his beer can on the table and grabbing my hand, interlocking our fingers.

“The night of the party, the one where we woke up in the same bed?” I nodded for him to carry on, watching his eyes will with worry yet excitement. He took the last drag of his cigarette and threw it in the ashtray, bringing my hand up to his mouth and kissing it.

“Well, all that night I was trying to get your attention, for you to notice me I’m a good way or even to come over and shout at me.” He chuckled at the tougher, a smile washing over me.

“Just before everyone went home you came over to me, your hair looked like you’d been dragged through a hedge backward and your mascara was smudged over your face, your lip liner was also showing but I didn’t care. Because you were still so beautiful with the blue disco lights shining down on you, making your skin gleam so beautifully I mistook you for a Goddess.” My heart skipped a beat when Calum said that, his fingers drawing patterns on my hands as he looked to the sky. “You were talking about how no man would ever love you and that they were all assholes like me. After a long conversation about you wanting a man I told you that i’d been in love with you for 4 years. You laughed at me then threw up, all over my new shoes.” We both cringed and shivered, neither of us liking sick.

“I decided to take you home and get you changed and when I tried leaving your room, you kept calling me to stay. So I did. I took off my clothes and got in the bed with you. When I got in you were looking straight at me as if I were the moon and stars put together-” Calum started to get nervous about what he was saying so I moved closer to him and gave his hand a squeeze and gentle kiss.

“Y-you stroked over my face and kissed me so delicately that I thought I were flying on the clouds. You told me that you could’ve fallen hard for me if I wasn’t such a dick” He admitted with a gulp.

My breath hitched in my throat as I looked at him, not expecting that. My heart sped up at his confession of love, my lips parting.

“I replay that night over and over again..” He mumbled. “How I’m so love with you and how I’m such a dick to you, I’m so sorry for everything.”

“I know you are in love with me, Mali told me when we went out for coffee.” I whispered.

Calum chuckled wrapping his arm around me as I leant on him. The past few months had been different and I’ve seen a different version of Calum that I thought was non-existent. He’s warmed up to me and to be honest, it’s the best feeling I could have.

I looked at him but he was already looking at me with those brandy coloured eyes that made my heart melt. And that was the moment my heart stopped and started to beat again, with no butterflies but a sense of comfort and belonging.

“Well I was right.” I mumbled into his neck.

“Right about what?” He asked in confusion, looking down at me.

“I fell in love with you. Pretty fucking hard.” I said with a smile, pulling his face closer to mine.

“Thank fuck, because I don’t know what i’d do without you..” he said leaning down and pushing his lips to mine.

There will be a smutty Epilogue soon! But I’d like to thank you all for taking the time to like and reblog my work! I’d also like to thank @lucidmalum for taking the time to help me and write some shit and check through my work, I love you a hella lot.

[TRANS 141122] CanCam January 2015 – “What's Up B.A.P―!? The other side of B.A.P that no one yet knows!”

2012 Korean debut. In 2013, their Japanese debut with “Warrior”! Having strong individualistic sounds and powerful live performances is their charm; a 6-member group that’s popular in London, Paris, LA, NY and other places too. Their member’s daily fashion shown on tour and such are stylish and has a high standard score ♡ 

Born on 1994, January 24. 178cm. A main vocal with a mellow voice as his charm. With the same-aged Daehyun, they’re nicknamed “Daejae” and loved by fans.

“I want to sweetly invite her to a date like “let’s play~♥” and go for a drive!” - Youngjae


Q1. The one with the highest tension after lives?
YJ: Probably Yongguk-san? It’s a surprise right (laughs)! He doesn’t speak that much usually, but he’s really noisy after a live!
DH: I think it’s Youngjae? He really talks a lot!
JU: I think so too…!
YJ: Eh!? Is that so (laughs).


Q2. The member who talks the most when moving between schedules?
YJ: Mainly… Himchan-san (laughs)! He gets excited with Daehyun, and then including me, the noise just grows.
DH: To the point that no one can stop us!
YJ: Although Jongup can sleep deeply through those sorts of situations (laughs).

Q3. The one with the worst sleeping habits?
YJ: Himchan-san talks a lot when he’s awake, but he also talks when he’s asleep (laughs)! Recently, I slept with Yongguk-san in his room, and from the next room, I heard the presumably-asleep Himchan-san sleep talking… That’s noise disturbance!

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“Look I still think we should go after Balthazar.” You exited the Impala into the cool chilly night, along with Sam and Dean. The sudden gushes of wind forced you to shiver until a warm jacket fell upon your shoulders. You looked up, seeing Sam smiling at you with those loving eyes you cherished.

“But how? Plus he’s with Cas, isn’t he?” You snuggled into Sam’s jacket  admiring his sweet cologne. Your boots crunched on top of the gravel as you neared the bunker. You pulled out your key, entering it in the slot.

“Maybe we should call him? I mean what could possibly go wro-”You pushed the handle and the door opended, shining a bright light through which blinded you instantly. You shielded your eyes and Sam stepped in front of you in a protective manner. Once the light dimmed you looked inside your home noticing it was different.

“CUT, GREAT TAKE PAD, ACKLES AND Y/L/N. 15 MINUTES THEN REGROUP” You saw cameras attached to every corner of the room, you looked up seeing the ceiling was missing and the fact that there were hundreds of people in here.

“What. The. Fuck?” The three of you said in unision. You looked at the two brothers with wide eyes who mirrored your shocked expression. You continued to observe your surroundings, seeing people dressed up like the monsters you kill down in the hallroom of the bunker.

“Do we uhm… do we kill anyone?” Dean asked from behind you and you pulled out your knife in instinct though there was something different about it.

“The hell?” You touched the tip feeling it was bunt and your hand glided downwards feeling it was pure rubber. You groaned throwing it to a wall, it should have stuck but instead it plummeted to the ground.

“Rubber… are you friggin kidding me? THAT WAS STEEL ENCASED IRON.” Your fingers found their way to the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache approach. You felt an arm around your shoulder and you looked up to see Sam smiling at you in reassurance that you were all okay.

“Easy now Padalecki, don’t touch the masterpieces” You heard an unusual croaky voice coming from beside you. You turned your head seeing Cas and you felt relieved.

“Finally! Cas, where the hell are we? and what is wrong with the speakers man? Why do you sound like an old librarian?” Dean asked and Cas stared at him dumbfoundingly. He chuckled and grabbed your hand pulling you into a kiss. You shrieked not knowing what to do, so you lifted your hands in the air and suddenly you heard a roar from behind you.

“CAS WHAT THE HELL?” Sam growled which earned looks from both Cas and Dean. His fists were in a tight ball and they turned slightly pale. He suddenly felt the urge to grab Cas’s hair and punch the heck out if but he didnt, he didn’t do it for you.

“Jeez Jared calm your damn tits. Filmings over, you two can quit playing Moose and Squirrel now. Oh babe come with me, I wanna show you something” Cas pulled your hand even though you were deep in concentration. Jared? Who the hell is Jared. When you realised you were being pulled away from the boys you tried releasing your hand from Cas’s new grip. You mouthed the word ‘Babe?” to the boys but they were suddenly out of your sight.

“Okay seriously what the hell?” Dean asked still unmoved from their original position.

“I don’t know” Sam replied trying to track your and Cas’s trail.

“Jesus Sammy, can you quit being jealous for 5 seconds? She’s with Cas, she’ll be fine.” Sam was about to make a snarky remark but he kept quiet. Obviously he was jealous, Sam’s never seen you kiss one of the boys before and he hoped it would be him… not Cas.

“Look we need to just figure out where the fuc- Jensen right this way” A woman grabbed Dean’s hand and led him down the stairs. He looked up to his brother who was following him.

“Uh who’s Jensen? and where are we going?” Sam asked while the lady snickered.

“Funny, Jared. I am going to get this pretty boy into the chair and you have an interview to do.” On que Sam was taken away and the lady set Dean on the chair. He looked up at the pictures, seeing it was all the times he was brutally abused. There was one picture that hit home the most, it was when they killed yellow eyes. He realised how simple life was, revenge, look after Sammy and hunting. Now it’s all become a massive blur.

“Now lets get this makeup off you” The lady wiped Deans face who chuckled.

“Lady I don’t wear makeu… son of a BITCH” Dean saw the wipe was covered in foundation his colour. Dean stared at the mirror, stroking his face in shock.

“I’m a painted whore.”


“Uhhh Cas where are we going?” You asked your strange friend who was still dragging you to an unknown location. You heard him sigh though you remained confused.

“Y/N… are you, dumb and dumber 2 tryna play a prank on me?” You neared a trailer which had the name MISHA COLLINS on it. You entered the calm trailer seeing your face with Cas’s everywhere. He dropped your hand while he went off to fetch something. You walked around the chairs to the coffee table which had a photo of you and Cas literally kissing.

“What the actual fuck?” You whispered while your eyes travelled to a magazine beside the photo frame. On the front it was you, Sam, Dean and Cas but beneath it their names were different. It read, Jared, Jensen and Misha.

“Misha?” You read out loud.

“Yeah babe?” Cas placed his hands around your waist while his chin was in the crook of your neck. Never in your entire five years of knowing the boys, Cas had gotten this close with you. So currently you felt clean and wrong at the same time.

“Uh… what’s this?” You asked pointing the magazine. Cas sighed and picked it up, nodding in approval at the page.

“Remember when Rob made us do that photoshoot for the peoples magazine? Cause we won the people’s choice awards”

“uh one…. no i do not remember that photoshoot because this isn’t real, and two peoples choice awards? isn’t that an tv award show?” Cas stared at you with an expression you’ve never seen him make before. He was confused smiling and it was creeping you out.

“Yeh okay funny Y/N. Look I’ve got something for you” He handed you the magazine and you put it in your jacket, wanting the brothers to see it. You felt something cool slip onto your neck. Your hands touched the necklace and you looked towards the mirror seeing the loving gaze Cas was giving you. Your heart warmed at it and the necklace was beautiful, you admired it in awe. It was a silver necklace with a diamond crest in the middle of it.

“Cas, this is beautiful” You breathed out and hugged your friend who instead kissed your lips. This was the second time he did that and your eyes stayed wide open. You didn’t know how to react so you simply stood still.

“You can quit calling me Cas babe… filming is over. lets go meet up with the others.” filming?


“We need to find Y/N and get out of this universe Sammy… i bet she doesn’t even know this isn’t earth… well not our earth earth.” Dean mentioned as he observed the entire stage. He saw two people dressed like them.

“Stunt doubles… you kidding me? Where the hell was my double when I was getting ripped to shreds by hounds” Dean complained while Sam’s eyes travelled around looking for you. His eyes landed on your confused face as you walked in the room hand in hand with fake Cas. Dean noticed Sam’s fist’s form into a ball while his stare became deadly. You pointed to the boys and Fake Cas gave you a kiss on the lips, which you replied unwilling to raise suspicion. What you didn’t know was the jealousy rising within Sam. He loved Cas like a brother but right now he wanted nothing more than to tear him apart.

“Y/N i know you’re freaking out but this- isn’t the real world? yeah i got that.” You finished Dean’s sentence and looked towards Sam, noticing his pissed off expression. You ignored it and continued to talk.

“What I don’t get is how the fuck did we end up here?” You asked as a person who looked like you walked past the three of you. You pointed to her and looked at the brothers who shrugged their shoulders.

“Apparently actors don’t get stabbed by dick angels in real life. Anyway what’d you find?” You pulled out the magazine you stole from the trailer and handed it to Dean while Sam stared at your neck.

“No way… nice blue steel Sam.” Dean opened the magazine, reading it in depth. Wow… people actually watch our friggin lives? Why?” Now it was your turn to shrug your shoulders.

“I really don’t know but it’s funny ca- who gave you that?” Sam cut you off by pointing to the necklace Misha gave you. You totally forgot about the beautiful diamond piece and you smiled at the friendly gesture.

“Misha gave it to me… right so where was I. Oh yeah! It’s funny cause not a lot of people watch it but the f- Misha? Who is he… like your boyfriend or something?” You groaned at the constant  classic interruption coming from Moose.

“Sam what’s wrong? Seriously! What do you got against fake Cas?” Dean was so invested in the magazine he blocked your bicker out.

“Nothing! I just think he’s annoying and stupid. That’s it” He folded his arms and your brain clicked in an instant. Sam Winchester was jealous, maybe this could be interesting.

“Right… so how are we gonna get back? First of all, how the fuck did we get here?” You questioned looking around the set, you were truly astonished at the fact that you were in the bunker but not really.

“How much time do these people have?” You whispered noticing every detail.

“I don’t know but we could try praying? to the real Cas?” Sam suggested and Dean closed his eyes, mumbling something under his breath.

“Y/N?” You turned around to see Cas in his original form, the coat along with the gravely voice.

“Finally! Cas what the hell is going on?” Dean asked while Cas broke out into a chuckle. You groaned as you realised it was Misha the entire time.

“You fuckers are still pranking me, arent you? Well Y/N and Jared have a scene to shoot in the kitchen so I’m here to collect you. Good luck babe” Misha dipped his head and his lips met yours for a split second, before Jared pulled you away.

“Sorry Misha, we gotta shoot” You smiled as his hand remained in yours while he dragged you to the kitchen. You were met with the producer who told you how things we’re going to happen but in all honesty you weren’t paying attention to a word he was saying. Your concentration was locked on Sam’s hands molding with yours, like they were the final pieces for a puzzle.

“Kay you got it Lecki and Y/L/N?” Your train of thought was broken and Sam looked down to you with a smirk.

“Kinda?” You pulled your hand away from Sam’s missing the warmth of it.

“Great, POSITIONS” He yelled while you and Sam walked to your marking point. Sam quickly handed you a script and you saw the title of the scene.


You glared at the piece of paper with wide eyes. It’s no secret you and the large hunter have feelings for eachother but the confession of love? That sounded Shakespearean.

“AND ACTION” Sam looked at you while he kept glancing at the paper.

“Erm… Uh. Y/N, we uh… we gotta uhm. What does this say? Oh yeah, we gotta talk” Sam said while he looked at you sternly.

“CUT! Jared put some emotion into it.” Sam nodded and looked back at a frightened you with determined eyes.


“Y/N. we. have. to. talk” Sam spoke as if he was swallowed by a robot. You stifled a giggle noticing how he looked slightly constipated.

“CUT!” This went on for a good twenty minutes until Sam had enough. He rolled his eyes and threw the script away, along with yours. He inhaled a deep breath and stood back onto his mark.


“Y/N… we need to talk. Look I know this has been difficult, for me and for you but I cant keep going knowing we might never be a thing. Seeing you with men who don’t deserve your glances kill me, no one deserves the purity and beauty your provide. No one!” Sam paused before walking up to you. Your eyes melted with his while his hands reached up to stroke your cheek.

“Every morning I wake up with a smile, because you’re singing in the shower and I can hear you. Every minute when I’m not with you, I’m exhausted because you’re my source of energy, my light. Every night I sleep with bliss knowing you’re in the room next to me, safe and sound. But now I’ve become greedy.” You gulped loudly, Sam’s hands reached down to yours and they intertwined.

“Now, every morning I want to wake up with the smell of your shampoo, next to me.” Sam moved his head down to your neck and kissed it lightly, your eyes closed at the pleasure of his skin on yours. “Every minute I want to be energised because you’re gonna be by myside” His kissed trailed to you jawline, leaving kisses there. “And everynight, i want to fall asleep with you on my chest. Because greedy or not, I need you” Sam lips hovered over yours and you pushed yourself further, impatient from the anticipation. Your hands flew to his neck and he pulled you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“AND CUT! Wow… that was perfect. Better than what we wrote. PUBLISH IT” You and Sam pulled apart, staring into eachothers eyes. You ignored the people around you and suddenly you felt though you were the only people in this room.

“You can put her down now, Jared. Great take babe” Misha called out which broke you two apart. Your cheeks remained flush while Misha escorted you off set. You looked behind, seeing Sam as flustered as you. Your hands went to your lips and you smiled against them.

“Misha hey, gotta borrow Y/N for a sec. kay thanks bye” Dean pulled you out of Misha’s hand and ran towards Sam, motioning for him to follow. Dean was now ahead of you as you ran outside and past familiar motels you’ve stayed at. Your saw your car you lost four years ago and you almost stopped in your tracks, missing your baby.

 Though you continued to chase after Dean and towards a trailer which read the name “JENSEN ACKLES”. Dean looked back to you guys and smiled, slightly out of breath.

“Behold, fake me must be the star of this show” rolling your eyes you climbed the ministairs and into the trailer. You were astonished at how beautiful and soothing it was, Dean must have been the star. Your eyes travelled around the room and they landed on Misha.

“Misha or Cas?” Sam asked when he noticed what you were staring at.

“What is a Misha?” Cas tilted his head while he asked the question, you broke out into a smile and hugged your awkward friend. He lifted his two arms and patted your back, as if you were one of the boys.

“Glad to see you’re not trying to suck my face” You giggled noticing everyone else wasn’t laughing, so you kept quiet.

“Right well, I’m here to take you back.” With a snap of his finger you were once again outside the bunker, as if whatever happened in the last 2 hours disappeared. You were still wrapped in Sam’s jacket.

“OKAY WHAT THE HELL I’M SO FRIGGIN CONFUSED” Dean yelled out in confusion.

“Balthazar knew you were on him so he threw you into a universe, parallel to ours. My apologies”Cas stated while he nodded towards the three of you,

“Yeah well what’s going on between you two?” You questioned, curious of why they were so secretive. Though the slight flutter of wings portrayed his departure and uninterested in your convos.

“Cas? CAS? dammit.”


After the confusing day you decided you deserved hot chocolate. Your feet padded against the bunker floor while you neared the kitchen. You walked in seeing Sam shirtless with his back-facing you. You’ve seen the boys naked in so many scenarios, whether it was a patch up or anything. But after the fake life you two shared, something clicked within you.

“Heya Sam” Sam turned around with a cup in his hand. He had a whipped cream mustache and you laughed at his panicked expression.

“Don’t tell Dean that i’m cheating on my diet.” You agreed and walked towards him.

“Today was just a really stressful day” You reached up and wiped the whipped cream off of his top lip and you noticed your fingers lingered on there for a few extra seconds. You pulled away and cleared your throat, grabbing a mug for yourself.

“So how are you?” You asked in hopes to attempt a conversation in this unpredictable situation. You grabbed all your ingredients and threw them all in a rush while Sam stayed quiet.

“I meant every word you know. Every damn word. I need you Y/N , you’re mine only and if you’re ready. Then let me be your one and only” You gulped, nervous of the consequences that came from your happiness. You stared into his hazel green eyes and your heart melted at the sincerity.

“I need you too” You subconsciously whispered while he closed the distance between the two of you. His lips met yours again and your head was light and the butterflied in your stomach were too loud.

“Guys… i’m go- NOT IN THE PLACE WHERE WE EAT” Dean walked into your intimate moment and you pulled away from Sam, blushing at Dean finding out.

“As I was saying before you violated our poor counters, I’m going to go buy a damn 6 pack. Pace yourself, damn rabbits” Dean mumbled before leaving the room. You smiled into Sam’s chest who simply kissed the crown of your head.

“Jealous you is my favourite” You heard Sam snicker, like he was going to retaliate but it was purely obvious he was jealous.

“Shut up… you’re mine and mine only” Sam growled seductively in your ear and he picked you up while you giggled uncontrollably. He kept kissing you and leaving soft bites on your body which caused you to moan slightly.

“AT LEAST WAIT TILL I’M OUT OF THE DAMN BUNKER” Dean yelled out before he slammed the doors shut, leaving you with your jealous gigantor boyfriend.

Long Sleeves

A/N: Slowly but surely making my way through the rest of these requests and almost at the end. Woo!

This one’s for @567random. Pretty sure you’ve forgotten about this one by now XD

WARNING. Emotional triggers here. Deals with the aftermath of self harm but no actual harming scenes.

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: T - more mature themes. 

Prompt(s): Depressed Adrien, Self-harm reveal

Word Count: 2519

Summary: The first time Adrien had requested to wear long sleeves for a photo shoot, it was cold so she didn’t think much of it. But as time went on and again he kept asking for them, she started to get suspicious. What was he hiding from her? Adrienette comfort. OneShot. Complete.

“You’ve prepared the shoot for the fall lineup, right?”

Marinette’s head snapped up at the sound of Nathalie’s voice. Her boss was tinkering around on her iPad as she waited for an answer.

“Working on it, Madame,” she said quickly, rearranging the papers on her desk. She was working on the rough layout of the next issue of PARIS. It was to showcase the fall lineup of Agreste’s clothing and was missing its cover photo.

“It’s scheduled for tomorrow which means we should have prints by tomorrow night and one selected for the cover to be sent in the day after.”

Nathalie nodded, “Good. Let Adrien know.”

Marinette let out a gush of air after Nathalie left before returning to the pages in front of her. Despite the fact she’d been working there since graduating college, her bosses never ceased to induce a mini anxiety attack any time they spoke to her.

It was exhausting sometimes.

Searching through the papers, Marinette found this fall’s lookbook and started flipping through it. Of all the products, jeans were the easiest to pick out—she’d done so a few days ago—but she was still struggling with his shirt.

There were long sleeved shirts in cotton and in wool. There were three-quarter sleeved shirts. Scoopnecks. V-necks. Short sleeved shirts. She couldn’t wrap her brain around which one to pick.

She sighed and leaned back in her chair, slumping down into the seat.

She needed a break.

Standing from her desk, she grabbed her phone and bag and headed out of her office and into the main part of the building.

Gabriel had set her in an office separate from the main floor’s cubicles, something she’d protested against—she didn’t want to take someone else’s office since there were so many who’d been working there years before she was hired—but he’d insisted. The dirty looks some people gave her would make her anxious sometimes, but she’d learned to just ignore it. If they were jealous they were focused more on status than work and Marinette chose to focus on work. 

She found her way outside to the back of the building and to the chair and table she’d set up there. A lone pencil crayon rocked back and forth with the wind.

She plucked it up. “I was wondering where you went.”

Sitting down, the designer crossed her legs and pulled out her sketchbook and pencil case, pulling a few more colours from it. If she was going to figure out what Adrien was going to wear, she was going to have to test a few things before bugging him herself.

She didn’t want to be a nuisance after all.

Her pencil always worked quickly, sketching out basic figures before adding the clothing overtop. She made sure to take into account Adrien’s physique when doing so. With all the different possible options, Marinette was leaning toward a short sleeved v-neck when a voice sounded over her shoulder.

“Can we stick to long sleeves this time?”

Marinette flinched with a squeak, head snapping up to the source of the voice.


She let out a gush of air, hand over her heart to steady it, before she was able to speak.

“Damn, Adrien. You scared the crap outta me.”

He smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck, “Sorry.”

He rounded her chair and came to stand in front of her, pulling up a nearby stray chair. Once in awhile he’d find her out here with his chemistry books and would study in silence while she drew. It took her awhile to get rid of her stutter when it came to him, but she’d eventually overcome it. She had to since she’d become his personal stylist for his various shoots.

So he wanted long sleeves this time, huh?

She pulled out the lookbook again and flipped through the pages until she came across a black long sleeved turtleneck. It was a thin fabric that would cling to every curve and muscle line, tailored specifically to your measurements with an extra charge. He’d look great in it.

“How’s this one?” she asked, showing him the sample.

The green of his eyes brightened, “Perfect.”

Marinette smiled at him before applying the sample to the rough sketches she’d drawn. The colours would go well together and he could definitely pull it off. He’d recently come back from vacation too, so his tanned skin would provide a great contrast.

“Awesome, I’ll get it all ready for tomorrow.”

The first time Adrien had asked her for long sleeves, it made sense. It was fall, it was cold, and the majority of the lineup had been long sleeved anyway.

The winter shoot had made sense as well. There were a few three-quarter sleeved woollen sweaters that would’ve been nice to showcase, but doing so out in the snow could get chilly. So again, Adrien wearing long sleeves would make a lot of sense.

But it was when they were getting ready to do the shoot for the new summer line that Marinette was starting to get suspicious. There were a lot of bathing suits and muscle shirts since the workout line features were being released at the same time, and yet Adrien insisted he wear one of the sweaters.

There was something going on here, and it was confusing her.

So she started paying attention to what he was wearing.

For the past six months, Marinette hadn’t seen him wear anything else but long sleeves, even when it was sweltering outside, and even when he was inside in the warmth. He wouldn’t take of a sweater if he was wearing a t-shirt.

It was today that she’d really known something was up.

Today, Adrien was wearing a t-shirt, which was slightly odd but Marinette wouldn’t have thought twice about it if it weren’t for the two wrist cuffs.

She’d seen those wrist cuffs before. He’d warn them ever since the previous year’s fall collection when he’d first asked if he could wear long sleeves, and ever since she would always notice they were there.

She eyed him from over her sketchbook. They were outside again.

She needed to know why he was wearing them.

‘Clumsily’ Marinette knocked her pencil case over.


Adrien smirked before setting his textbook down on the table, “Still dropping things, huh, Marinette?”

She reached down to pick them up at the same time as he did and took the opportunity to grab his hand firmly.

The model looked up at her, a quizzical expression on his face.

“Mari…what’re you—”

She pushed the wrist cuff up his arm and could feel him stiffen as she flipped his hand over, palm up.

His wrist was scarred. Thin and vertical, about four inches from the joint up in the direction of his inner elbow. A few other marks ran perpendicular, yet faint like they’d been there for a lot longer.

Marinette’s heart broke as she looked up at Adrien.

He looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a massive truck.

He pulled his hand back and covered his wrist with the cuff again.


He stood quickly and rushed back inside, not saying another word.

Marinette knew she’d screwed up.

She didn’t mean to upset Adrien, she was only curious and thought maybe he’d gotten a tattoo or something that he didn’t want his father to know about. The last time he’d expressed interest his father had threatened to pull him out of school if he did. Tattoos were easy enough to cover up, but Gabriel prided himself on the fact he didn’t photoshop his pictures and makeup was too unpredictable.

Adrien had ignored her through the spring photoshoot and avoided her ever since. Her spot out back was lonely without his company but more than that she was worried about her friend and she missed him.

Where was he?

For the umpteenth time she pulled out her phone and sent him a text.

Adrien, I’m so sorry. Please talk to me.

And for the umpteenth time, he didn’t answer.

She’d finally caught him after a minor photoshoot in the park.

Normally she’d drive her own car back to work, but she managed to slide into Adrien’s limo at the last moment before Gorilla started driving.

And now he was stuck.


The blonde ignored her.

“Why won’t you talk to me?”

He glanced in her direction briefly with a stare that chilled her to the core.

“I didn’t mean to upset you…I just wanted to know what was going on with you…”

“Then why didn’t you just ask?” he asked sharply, gaze hard.

She deflated, head in her hands. “I don’t know. I guess…I didn’t think you’d tell me.”

“You’re right. I wouldn’t have. Because it’s my business who I tell.”

Marinette couldn’t argue with that.

She’d kept him in long sleeves or fingerless gloves after that.

Even if he wouldn’t talk to her, she’d do what she could to try and help him. That’s all she wanted to do anyway. She didn’t know what to do to try and make it better, and every day prayed that it would end.

But she was slowly losing hope.


She flinched, sitting up suddenly, pulling a sketch off of her face.

How’d that get there?

She looked around her office.

It was dark.

Oh crap…had she fallen asleep?

Arranging the stacks of paper, she did her best to gather her things.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I just…I haven’t been sleeping well lately and I ca—”

“Relax, Marinette. It’s fine.”

Her breathing stopped as she looked up.


He was talking to her.

A small smile pulled at the corners of his lips.

“What?” she asked. She was confused as to why he was there. He hadn’t spoken to her in six months.

Had it really only been six months?

Felt like years.

“You have pencil on your face.”

Marinette’s hand flew to her cheek and she rubbed.


“Nope. Still there.”


“Nuh unh.”


He laughed, “Here.”

He reached across her desk and brushed at her right cheekbone with his thumb. He was gentle with the amount of pressure needed, but not enough to hurt her.


“Thanks,” she said quietly.

The smile left his face and he turned to one side, shifting from foot to foot.



She stopped.

He sighed, running a hand through his shaggy golden locks. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You had no malicious intent and I overreacted.”

Marinette shook her head. “No you didn’t…I mean—”

“Marinette,” he warned, looking back down at her.

She stopped talking.

Taking a deep breath, he walked over and sat down in a chair next to her desk before wheeling it over to her side.

She watched as his fingers wrapped around one wrist cuff and pulled it off, and then the other. Setting the fabric next to him, Adrien offered her his wrists.

Marinette looked at him wide-eyed, searching his face for anger but finding none. She only found melancholy and a touch of fear.

Slowly, she curled her fingers beneath one of his upturned wrists and brought it closer to her, running a thumb over the ridges. She felt the muscle in his arm tighten slightly before it loosened.

She glanced up at him and he just nodded.

Tenderly, Marinette brought a finger up to trace the faint horizontal lines. She knew he must be really uncomfortable right now and a faint feeling of regret pooled deep in her stomach. He wouldn’t be feeling this way if she hadn’t fed her curiosity.

But more than that, she felt he needed to be able to tell someone about it.

“When did these ones happen?” she asked gently.

“Middle of high school,” he said softly. “It was stupid. Really stupid. There was no real reason for it.”

Marinette shook her head, “Obviously that isn’t true.”

Adrien swallowed, looking down and away from Marinette. She could feel that he was baring a piece of his soul to her as she looked at these scars he’d hidden for so long.

“What about this one?”

The vertical one.

When he didn’t answer she looked up from his wrist to his face, waiting for him to speak. She gave his hand a light squeeze as he met her eyes again.

“About a year ago.”

Marinette took a deep breath in. The fear in her gut was overwhelming and she didn’t quite know what to do about it. She hated that he felt that way and couldn’t bear the thought of him being in so much pain to do this.

She moved one hand to his other wrist so she was holding one in each of her own before rubbing his palms with her thumb.


He hesitantly looked up at her.

“I’m not going to say I know how you must’ve felt, because I don’t. And I’m not going to lecture you with what you should or shouldn’t have done, or that you were being stupid, because in the end what you should or shouldn’t have done isn’t what matters.” She leaned down to keep his gaze as he tried to turn away.

“What matters, Adrien, is that you were in pain. You were and probably still are in enough pain that you’ve done this to try and feel better. Maybe you were doing this to punish yourself, and maybe…” she cut herself off and shook her head as she thought about the vertical cut.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking,” she whispered, pulling one of his hands up to her face and pressing her lips to his wrist. “And I won’t press you to tell me.” She did the same with the other before letting them go.

“But Adrien,” she brought her hands up to cradle his face and waited until he looked at her.

“I’m here for you.”

His eyes glazed over as he closed them, breathing out and bowing his head.

She pulled him to her chest, resting a cheek atop his hair and smoothed it down against his neck. “I’m here for you. I care about you. You are one of my best friends. I—”

She took a deep breath.

“I love you, and I care that you’re in pain. So please…” she swallowed back her own tears. “Please call me next time. Next time you’re in this much pain and feel that alone please call me. Text me.”

She tightened her grip around him.

“Whatever you have to do to get my attention and I will drop whatever I’m doing and come to you. I won’t get angry. I won’t get upset. I just want to be there for you and help you get through whatever it is you’re feeling. Okay?”

It was a few moments before he mumbled into her stomach. She couldn’t make it out his voice was so muffled, but the vibrations and tone told her the two syllable word that he’d muttered.


                                …AUTHORS NOTE PLEASE READ…

A/N: A quick word about this.

I kept Adrien vague in this because I only know my own experience and reasons for cutting and I don’t want to make generalizations. I know that a lot of people are in pain out there and find themselves driven to cut. I’ve been there and I have my own scars from it.

What Marinette says, is what I feel when I hear about someone cutting. I don’t blame you. I won’t get mad at you. I’m just sympathetic to the pain you must have been in that drove yourself to it.

That being said, if you’re in a bad enough mental space that you’re going to cut, please talk to someone. A family member. A friend. Someone online. Feel free to send me a message and I’m more than happy to listen so you feel heard and can feel how you’re feeling without guilt or being judged.

You’re all my readers and followers, and even if we don’t talk I still care about you.

Ashton Cheats On You Part 2:

“I told you that boy would ruin your career,” your manager said as she studied your outfit for the premier. “I told you time and time again that dating band members was a bad idea.”

You ignored her because when Anna had a bee in her bonnet, she could talk about it endlessly for hours. Instead, you smoothed the grey fabric of your dress over your waist. Your stylist had picked it since you’d mentioned liking the blossom that trailed from the shoulder to where the dress finished around your knee.

“You say that like I’ve dated every band member going, Anna,” you remarked as she helped you step into the towering heels. “Ashton slipped up.”

“And since that girl sold her story, the media has ten different versions of what’s happening between you two. I think my favourite was probably to get revenge, you slept with the rest of the band and now you’re questioning who the father of your unborn child is.”

You shot her a glare, she held up her hands.

“I’m just simply saying that since he’s still on tour and you’re promoting the movie, it doesn’t look great for you two,” she added while she passed you the small grey clutch with your phone in. “It’s been over a month and you haven’t been seen with him out in public.”

She was right, the week you’d spent with him on tour had been mostly in the hotels apart from when he had the concerts and you’d sit backstage to watch. He’d been distant, still beating himself up over the kiss even though you’d told him it was okay. Of course it wasn’t okay but you loved him and you tried your best to forgive him for it. You just needed him to forgive himself.

“We’ve talked it through,” you repeated for what felt like the hundredth time.

Anna raised her eyebrow at you. “You know for me to tell people you’re in a relationship with the boy, you actually have to interact with him, right? I know you’ve been dodging his calls all day.”

“He can’t come to the premier,” you said with a sigh. “I just wanted him to be here.”

Anna gave you a sympathetic look as she led you out of the hotel room. Jack, your body guard, joined you.

“Sorry, I had to call somebody about a thing,” he explained. “You look amazing though, grey is your colour. Have you heard from Ashton?”

Anna spoke before you could. “She’s been avoiding him, he can’t come tonight. I don’t think she even knows what’s happening.”

“It’s complicated,” you muttered as you got into the elevator.

“Sweetheart, sometimes love is a bitch. You have to accept that and do the best you can. Now, when I give the press something to counteract the rumours of you being knocked up, do I tell them you’re still together or not?” Anna asked.

“Do you want me to be honest, Anna?”

“I want something to give to the media you won’t have chance to speak to, I’m not sure they care if it’s true or not.”

There was a black limousine waiting outside of the hotel. You walked towards it and slid into the back seat. Jack sat next to you then Anna joined, still waiting for her answer to type into her PDA.

You turned to her and gave her your best red carpet smile. “Of course we are!”

The camera flashes always made you feel dizzy. Anna had disappeared and left you to walk down the carpet with Jack trailing behind you.

“You could always tell them I’m your date,” he mumbled to you after the third interviewer asked if you had brought anybody to the premier. “I mean, I’m still good looking, right? I’m not Ash but if you stood about thirty feet back and squint, I might.”

You laughed then bit your lip to stop yourself from looking insane since Jack had dropped back once again. Another reporter shouted your name so you walked over to him. His hand held out a microphone with the station he was reporting for on.

“May I say you’re looking beautiful tonight?”

He smiled widely at the camera as you blushed.

“Thank you!” you replied.

He looked down at the notes he had on you. “So how are you feeling now you’ve released the second film of the trilogy?”

“I’m hoping the fans feel I’ve done the amazing heroine justice. I think the film really relates to the book.”

The interviewer nodded as you spoke then grinned when you’d finished.

“But, as much as we’re all excited by the new instalment, your fans really want to know what’s happening with you and your boyfriend, Five Seconds of Summer’s Ashton Irwin.”

You felt your smile falter for a moment but you recovered before anybody noticed, you opened your mouth to speak but you felt somebody come up from behind you and place a hand on your hip. You guessed it was Jack, probably worried about a threat but when you heard the person speak, you knew it wasn’t him.

“Sorry I’m late,” Ashton said quietly into your ear. He looked up and smiled at the camera. “My plane was delayed.”

“We better get inside,” you told the interviewer who you could tell was thrilled to have caught Ashton’s appearance on camera.

You glared at Jack. Ash was wearing a grey shirt to match your dress so he couldn’t have just magically known.

“That phone call,” you whispered to Jack. “I hate you sometimes.”

Ash loosened his grip on your waist when you were away from the prying eyes of the reporters. He looked at you with uncertainty. Jack hung back, allowing you some room.

“I thought you couldn’t make it,” you said.

“Jack called and said you were upset about it,” he explained as he glanced over at your bodyguard. “Management let me spend my rest day coming here instead of doing some photoshoots. I know how important this is to you.”

You looked down at the floor; you weren’t sure what you two were anymore. The more you tried to figure it out, the harder Ashton tried to push you away.

“Thanks,” you said quietly. “Anna will be happy.”

“I fly to London and all you can say is your manager will be happy,” he said with a soft laugh. “I thought you’d be happy.”

You finally told yourself to look up at him. “I am, but I don’t know whether to be happy because my boyfriend is here or happy because we’ve just saved ourselves from a publicity shit storm. You can’t even touch me, Ash, without feeling guilty.”

“I fucked up,” he said firmly. “I fucked up, not you.”

“And I forgave you for that, Ash. I just want you to forgive yourself.”

He nodded slowly. “I’m trying.”

“I still love you, okay? I just can’t take you being so distant. Stop beating yourself up over it,” you said as you took a step closer to him.

“I’ve almost ruined your promotion of your movie, everybody just wants to know if you’re still with the cheater,” he said as he turned his head away from you.

“Hey,” you said gently, your hand turning his face back to look at you. “I know that but I love you, Ash. How about we just start this again? Forget the past and we start this relationship over.”

His face broke into a smile as he pulled away from you. He held out his hand for you to shake.

“I’m Ashton. Even though we’ve just met for the first time, I think I already love you.”

You laughed, shaking his hand. You pulled him towards you and kissed his lips.

“You’re an idiot, Ash.”