i mean look at her smile

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Realizing I'm gay is fun because I remember I used to see pretty girls and think "I would do anything for her I would literally saw off my foot for her holy shit" and think I was Miss Straight McGee™ and I love seeing how oblivious I was

this is such a fucking mood….. “wow that girl is so pretty and looking at her gives me tinglies and also when she smiles at me i go really red in the face bc i feel Funny Inside also i would die for her instantly ALSO i want to be around her all the time alone just the two of us…. we must be Really Good Friends :)”

“You’re a fuckin’ twat.” he snorted at the girl on his feet as he paraded them down the street & through the crowd of extras, her slang not quite equal with her very very California, states voice. “Cause you’re so threatening.” She frowned at that, pinching his hip through his RAF uniform, making him peal with laughter after a loud “OUCH!” 

“You know you’re lucky we’re filming otherwise I’d drown you in the water.” with the look in her eyes he knew she probably wasn’t joking. But months later he would come to love their friendship. 

“You know if I knew you were this bloody mean I would’ve asked Chris for a different wife.” She smirked at that and said “I don’t think there is another broad out there who could handle you and your jokes.”

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Melray is officially pregnant. You can tell Dak is excited because he hasn’t shut up about it in the last two days, and you can tell Kass is excited because he wrote like six trashy love songs and checked out half the library’s parenting books. Melray is mostly doing this thing where sometimes she stares into space and smiles at nothing, and then she says, “I was just thinking about how the baby will look when they’re just starting to play with instruments.” And I’m not a poet or anything, so you’ll just have to take my word for it that when that happens she becomes the most damn beautiful person who’s ever existed.

We’re thinking it’ll just be me and her going to the prenatal appointments. We’ll have to report everything back to Dak and Kass, but at least that means we have to pay attention, and it’s probably not worth explaining the kid’s parent situation every time. 

anonymous asked:

I wish you would write an outsider POV Sterek, maybe from their neighbor's POV?

This is embarrassing.

Holy, fuckmuffins, this is embarrassing. She should not do this. She should turn around and go back home. She should just be at home. Forever. She can order groceries from Amazon and socialize with people over the internet and she thinks she could be very happy to just live at home. It would be fun. 

Also, she would be alive. Because she is not sure she will be after all is said and done. 

She gets to their door and then seriously considers just turning around. It would make her a fundamentally bad person but she could be okay with that. 

Ugh.

No she can’t.

She takes a deep breath, wishes that Jenny wasn’t at her father’s this weekend because maybe a cute little four year old would help, and then knocks anyway. On her next door neighbor’s door. 

It had to be her next dooor neighbor. Someone who she will probably have to see again. 

And, of course, Murder Man opens it. He is already glaring at her.

He is going to kill her

“Hello?” he asks and she realizes she has just been standing there. Staring. Which, like fair, he is gorgeous but mostly she’s staring because it is just now occurring to her that she should have told someone where she is going before just coming over to share this bad news. 

“H-hi,” she says finally. “My name is Tammy and I live in number 406–right next door actually and I-I’m so sorry but I’ve just… I’ve just scratched your car.”

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your love could start a war

billy hargrove x reader

words: 1303 (this one got long idk i love dacre’s face)

warnings: language, fighting

request:  Could you do an Imagine where Billy flirts with the reader and he’s like a dick to everyone else but her and he even kicks someone’s ass because the person tried to flirt with the reader. Like not as aggressively as his fight with Steve at the end. Thanks if you do it :)

Billy Hargrove had a reputation. It wasn’t a good one, as most saw him as kind of a dick. His ‘fuck you’ attitude and disregard for what people thought of him, most of Hawkins wasn’t quite sure how to feel about him. Most were intimidated, trying to fly under his radar. But you never really understood why.

You’d only ever seen him as caring and kind since the first day you met him. He was always more concerned of you than himself. He gave you a sea of compliments, no matter how many times you told him to stop, and was the first person you called when you just needed something. From the first day you met him, he was nothing but the most amazing guy in the world, it was hard to think of him as otherwise. He always sat with you at lunch on the same bench every day, even though it wasn’t his lunch period. You sat on the bench now, basking in the sunlight and waiting for him.

“How’s my favorite girl?”

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Je T’aime, Mon Cher Eddie

For @time-for-tozier who came up with this idea, I hope you like it!!

Eddie watched as the clock’s minute hand moved towards the number 12, making a ticking noise as it wet round. He was so fixated that he jumped when the bell rang, the cue for people around him to pack up and leave the room.

He slammed his yellow note book shut and shoved it, and his pencil, into his backpack, before running out of the classroom to meet up with the other losers.

He sprinted down the hallways, bumping into several people and nearly tripping twice, before he reached the door. He swung the door open and walked to the bike rack around the side of the school.

“Hey Eddie,” Ben called to him as he walked over.

“Hey guys,” Eddie took in the positions of his friends. Mike was sat on the ground, fiddling with his bike, it kept breaking. Ben was sat on a bench about a meter away from the bike rack, a book resting open on his lap. Beverly was sitting on her bike seat, hands already gripping the handlebars as if she was in a hurry to go. Bill and Stan were stood next to each other, however, Eddie noticed, much too close to be considered normal. And Richie, well, he was being his usual self. He was hung upside down on one the metal bannister of a nearby stair case, dark hair brushing the ground.

“Eds! You finally arrived!” Richie near shouted bouncing his way back over to the group. “Can we go now?”

The losers collectively rolled their eyes and grabbed their bikes, climbing on and cycling towards the woods.

Their was a field there that they had claimed as their new hangout. It was completely secluded and surrounded by trees. In the spring, the ground was covered in daisies, Richie loved it, and prided himself on making “the best daisy chains in Derry”. In the Summer and Autumn, the grass was green and soft. And in the Winter, the Loser’s decided to just hand out at each other’s houses instead, with the careful avoidance of the Tozier, Marsh and Kaspbrak residences.

They were all laying on the grass. Beverly had her head resting on Ben’s lap as he sat cross legged playing with her hair. Stan and Bill were laying shoulder to shoulder, Mike was spread out like a starfish, and Richie was resting his head on Eddie’s stomach.

They were peaceful.

“Richie, I couldn’t help but to notice that you were in my French class this morning.” Bev spoke up, breaking the silence.

She knew there had to be a reason behind his sudden appearance in the class. She knew that she took it so that one day, when she was old enough, she could move to France and never look back. She knew that Stan’s parents wanted him to focus more on his religion. She knew that Ben was already fluent in the language and didn’t need to take a class. She knew that Bill found it too hard because of his stutter. She knew that Mike and Eddie simply didn’t want to take the subject, seeing no reason for it.

So what was Richie’s reason?

“You take French?” Eddie chuckled, sitting up. “Since when?”

“Well, obviously since this morning dipshit. I already know how to say some stuff. Such as,” Richie cleared his throat. “Ta mère aime ça dans le cul.”

Bev’s head shot up. “Beep Beep Richie.”

“W-what did he say?” Bill asked.

“Do you really want me to tell you?” Bev whined. The rest of the group, bar Richie and Ben, nodded. She sighed. “He said “your mother likes it up the ass.”

Groans of “Richie”, and “really?” We passed around as Richie smirked.

“Hey Rich? Do you know anything that’s not rude?” Eddie asked.

“Umm yeah,” Richie replied. “Eddie, tu as de beaux yeux.” (You have beautiful eyes)

“What does that mean?”

“Ahh, my dear Eddie Spaghetti, that is a secret.”

“Don’t call me that. Bev? Can you tell me what he said?” Eddie asked Beverly, who was staring at Richie with a strange look on her face. She stared for a few more moments before turning to Eddie.

“Sorry Eddie, I don’t know what he said.”

————

The next morning Richie bounced into school with too much energy for 7am on a Tuesday.

“Good morning, mes petits choux.” He smiled, leaning his chin on Eddie’s head.

“Richie, if I may ask, why did you just call us ‘your little cabbages’?” Ben questioned.

“I did it because I felt like it.” Just then the bell rang for class.

“Um, Richie? Can I talk you you for a sec? In private?” Beverly asked. Richie nodded, he loved the girl like family, they both dealt with similar issues in their home lives. “Do you like Eddie? You know, as in like him?”

Richie blushed. “No, where did you get that idea?”

“You’re always hugging him, you never stop staring at him, and yesterday you told him, in French, that he had beautiful eyes.”

“You said you didn’t understand what I said!”

“Well I lied, I guessed that you didn’t really want me to tell him, otherwise you would have simply said it in English.” She sighed. “Richie, what’s the real reason you started taking French class? You know I’m not going to judge you.”

Richie sighed. “I’ve been dealing with so much at home and then I come to school and he,” Richie leant back against the wall. “He makes me feel safe, and, I dunno, loved I guess? I just wanted a way to tell him how I feel and explain what’s happening at home. But it was way too painful to say it all in English, so I thought it’d be easier to tell him in another language.”

“Oh, Richie.” Beverly wrapped him in a hug. “That’s so sweet.” Richie gave her a half smile, and they began walking to their first class, which happened to be French.

———-

Eddie was just dozing off when he hears the taps at his window. At first he was scared that it was a leper, or a murderer, but he was assured it wasn’t when someone spoke up from behind the glass and curtains.

“Eddie? You awake?” Eddie pushed he covers off and got out of bed, he walked over to the window and opened the curtains.

The person at his window was Richie.

“C-can I come in?” Eddie could see the tears making their way steadily down Richie’s cheeks. He pushed the window open as quietly as he could and Richie clambered in.

“Rich, are you okay? What happened?” Instead of the answer Eddie knew he wasn’t going to get, Richie clutched him in a hug, openly sobbing.

Eddie guided Richie over to his bed and lates him down so that Richie’s head was resting above his heart. He never got answers, but he knew how to calm his best friend down. He liked listening to Eddie’s heartbeat, to confirm he wasn’t alone, and he like it when Eddie ran his fingers through his hair.

That’s exactly what Eddie was doing when Richie stopped crying and mumbled something.

“I’m sorry? I didn’t catch that.”

“Je t'aime. S’il te plaît, ne me quitte jamais.” (I love you. Please never leave me.)

Richie fell asleep soon after that, Eddie had no idea what the sleeping boy had said to him.

Over the next few months, Richie refused to stop talking in French whilst around Eddie. Beverly noticed he would constantly be blushing whenever Richie spoke the foreign words, in a thick accent. All of the Losers agreed that it was The only good impression Richie Tozier had ever done. During these months, Bev had to put up with Richie’s constant pining for Eddie.

She would always catch him calling Eddie a ‘magnifique petit tournesol’ (gorgeous little sunflower) or telling Eddie that he ‘avait l'air si mignon dans ce pull’ (looked so cute in that sweater’. He even said ‘Mon Amour.’ (My love) a few times

She was fed up of it. She knew without a doubt that Eddie had the same feelings towards Richie. So, during their 5th period geography class, Bev gave Richie a stern talking to.

“You need to tell him.”

“What?”

“Eddie! You need to tell him how you feel! I’m like 99% sure he reciprocates your feelings.”

“Yes Bev, but what about the 1% hmm?” Beverly rolled her eyes, they spent the rest of the lesson in silence.

A few weeks passed and Richie and Eddie found themselves alone at Loser’s Meadow, as the gang had dubbed it, watching the sun set.

“Eddie, I’m about to ramble in French and you just need to listen, you don’t need to understand.”

Eddie furrowed his brow. “Oh, okay.” He secretly loved it when Richie spoke French, however, he’d never admit it.

“Vous ne comprenez pas un mot que je dis en ce moment, et honnêtement? Je pense que c'est une bonne chose.

(You don’t understand a word im saying right now, and honestly? I think thats a good thing.)

J'avais besoin d'un moyen de pouvoir te dire ce que je ressens sans que tu me détestes.

(I needed a way to be able to tell you how i feel without you hating me.)

Parce que je sais que tu ne m'aimes pas en retour. Qui pourrait m'aimer de retour? Je suis un morceau de merde sans valeur.

(Because I know you don’t love me back. Who could love me back? I’m a worthless piece of shit.)

Vous voyez, vous n'avez absolument aucune idée de ce que je dis. En ce moment, tes joues sont d'un rouge vif avec combien tu rougis, et ton sourire n'a jamais été aussi beau.

(See, you have absolutely no idea what I’m saying. Right now, your cheeks are bright red with how much you’re blushing, and your smile has never been more beautiful.)

Tant que je continue à sourire et à parler, ce regard restera sur votre visage. Je ne veux jamais que tu arrêtes de sourire.

(As long as I keep smiling and talking, that look will stay on your face. I never want you to stop smiling.)

Ok, maintenant pour la vraie merde.

(Okay, now for the real shit.)

Eddie Kaspbrak, je t'aime depuis que nous avons neuf ans. Vous avez toujours été mon refuge, pour les nuits où il n'est pas sûr de rentrer à la maison, ou j'en ai fini avec le monde.

(Eddie Kaspbrak, I have loved you since we were 9 years old. You have always been my safe haven, for nights when it isn’t safe to go home, or I’m just done with the world.)

Vous êtes la seule personne à qui je fais confiance. Sauf ça. C'est la seule chose que vous ne saurez jamais, parce que je sais que vous ne ressentirez jamais la même chose.

(You are the one person I trust everything to. Except this. This is the one thing that you’ll never know, because I know you’ll never feel the same.)

Je t'aime Eddie Kaspbrak, je t'aime.

(I love you Eddie Kaspbrak, I love you.)”

Eddie giggled. “What the hell did you just say?”

“Oh, um, just a very detailed description of your mom’s vagina. I can retell it in English if you’d like?”

“Beep beep Richie.” Eddie said whilst laughing, as Richie sat admiring him, a wistful expression on his face.

A few days later saw Richie climbing into Eddie’s window at 3am with a bust lip and a black eye and tears streaming down his cheeks.

Without having to ask, Eddie pulled him into his bed and wrapped his arms around the crying boy. Richie wouldn’t stop muttering something in French until he fell asleep.

“Je t'aime.” Eddie made himself a promise that he’d look those words up as soon as the library was open tomorrow.

As soon as Richie left the next morning, Eddie pulled on a Red sweatshirt, one of Richie’s that he’d left behind years ago, and some shorts. He ran out of the house, making sure to kiss his mother goodbye before he left, and raced to the library.

He walked in and asked the receptionist to point him towards the ‘languages’ section.

He grabbed himself the first French dictionary he could find and flipped straight to the ‘T’ chapter, he already knew that ‘Je’ mean ‘I’.

Eddie gasped when he read the meaning. He dropped the book, causing a loud thud, and ran straight for the exit. He clambered back onto his bike and sped down the streets. He knew where Richie would be. The out of use highway bridge. He would always go there on a Saturday to smoke, listen to The Smiths and get away from his Parents.

Eddie threw his bike down as soon as he arrived, taking a puff from his asthma inhaler. “Richie?” He called out.

“Eddie?” He looked up to see Richie sat on the bridge’s ledge, feet swinging backwards and forwards. Eddie began to run up the hill towards the dark haired boy, whilst said boy stumbled down towards him. They met halfway.

“Eds, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be babysitting your mother or something.”

“Je t'aime aussi.” Eddie stated, not even bothering to tell Richie off for calling him Eds.

“What?” Richie looked unsure of what he’d just heard.

“Je t’aime aussi.” Eddie took a breath. “I love you too.”

Richie wasted no time in pulling Eddie in by his waist, connecting their lips. Eddie fisted his hands in the collar of Richie’s shirt. They pulled away a few moments later, in need of air, and rested their foreheads together.

This felt right. This felt like home.

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 “Mhysa!” a brown-skinned man shouted out at her. He had a child on his shoulder, a little girl, and she screamed the same word in her thin voice. “Mhysa! Mhysa!” Dany looked at Missandei. “What are they shouting?”
“It is Ghiscari, the old pure tongue. It means ‘Mother.’” Dany felt a lightness in her chest. I will never bear a living child, she remembered. Her hand trembled as she raised it. Perhaps she smiled. She must have, because the man grinned and shouted again, and others took up the cry. “Mhysa!” they called. “Mhysa! MHYSA!” They were all smiling at her, reaching for her, kneeling before her. “Maela,” some called her, while others cried “Aelalla” or “Qathei” or “Tato,” but whatever the tongue it all meant the same thing. Mother. They are calling me Mother.”

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Uhura prefers ladies 6/??

Star Trek discovery: hey look, Michael and Ash slow dancin’, super cute and romantic huh?


Fandom: LOOK… IN THE BACKGROUND… SPACE LESBIANS!!!

anonymous asked:

What the actual hell is going on in that promo lol. Someone help Lena while she goes through an attractive crisis plz

Well, I mean, she looks like she’s looking at something—

and then her face relaxes (she might be starting to smile)—

sooooo Supergirl may very well be helping her during her attractive crisis. 

I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time,

We’re Just Friends

Originally posted by adrypopescu

Thanks so much to darellybieber for requesting this. I loved writing it! Remember to send me requests, comments, concerns, or even a little bit about you. I’d love to get to know all of you! Thanks for the love and support as always! xx - L

Harry invites Y/N to come on vacation with him and his family, and true feelings are revealed.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,784

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Bruise [ Epilogue ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 2.4k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Bruise Masterlist

Originally posted by beautyeol

 The heat was singeing the back of his neck as he stared at the book in his lap, fingers dragging a pen lazily along the blank surface. The paper was dotted with small dark circles from the drips slipping from his once wet hair, making the ink blown out and faded like a dying firework. Her fingers combed through his locks, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as the blow dryer jostled side to side, tickling his cheekbones. He’d always loved her hands, loved to trace the lines carved into her palms and to feel her fingers laced through his. He loved to feel them skimming along his back when he woke up naked beside her. He loved to hold them when she was trying to cook, even if she insisted it was annoying. But most of all he loved the body they were connected to.

Chanyeol loved her.

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  • *early morning*
  • Sherlock: *playing the violin*
  • Rosamund: *eating cereal; grimacing* Uncle Sherlock?
  • Sherlock: *concentrating* Mmm?
  • Rosamund: Are you in love?
  • Sherlock: *glances at her* Why do you ask?
  • Rosamund: *shrugs* you keep playing icky love songs and stuff.
  • Sherlock: *offended* I am not!
  • Rosamund: *raises an eyebrow* What was that called?
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *mutters* Ode to Joy *irritated* don't you have school?
  • Rosamund: *rolls her eyes; stands* Alright, alright, I'm going *picks up her bag; knocks on Sherlock's bedroom door* see you later, Aunt Molly.
  • Molly: *muffled* Yeah, g-goodbye, Rosie.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Rosamund: *smug* Bye-bye, Uncle Sherlock *grins as she leaves the flat*
‘Just a friend’

I have a headcanon that Adrien’s teammates will adopt Marinette as their own and fully ship her with Adrien when they get together. Also that Marinette will bring pastries to the fencing practices and share them with the fencers.

So I wrote this. Kinda serious, kinda crack.


At the next fencing practice, Adrien noticed that his teammates were all looking at him quite…strangely. They all had these little, knowing smirks on their faces, prompting him to look back at them in confusion. Were they playing a prank on him or something? Even Kagami, their newest teammate, was grinning widely at him as if she knew something he did not.

If it was something fencing-related, that was probably true. She most likely did know about moves and tactics that he wasn’t yet aware of. But he had a feeling that whatever this was about, it wasn’t about fencing.

Since Mr. D’Argencourt wasn’t there to order them to practice, the fencers had a little free time on their hands. Free time that meant it was the perfect opportunity for Adrien to ask why they were all looking at him like that.

“So, who was that girl you were sparring with last time?” One of his fellow teammates, Rayan, asked with a particularly devious twinkle in his brown eyes. The others were all lined up beside him and leaning forward, still grinning and curious of the answer that would come out of Adrien’s mouth.

Adrien tilted his head, eyebrows lowered in puzzlement. “You mean Kagami?”

Kagami sighed and shook her head, but Rayan didn’t look nearly as disappointed. Instead, his grin turned wicked.

“No, I mean the other one. Before Kagami showed up.”

“Oh!” Adrien exclaimed upon recognition, eyes widening and a smile beginning to blossom on across his features. “That was my friend, Marinette.”

Kagami rolled her eyes, while everyone else’s mouths twisted into scowls, save for Rayan. He wasn’t at all deterred by Adrien’s answer.

“Your friend? Is she really just a friend? Come on, we all heard you say that she had to touch you.”

Adrien’s cheeks flushed about as red as Ladybug’s suit.

“Th-that’s because we were fencing!” he stuttered, something that his teammates noticed. Adrien Agreste never stuttered; he was always smooth and controlled with his words. “You have to touch each other in fencing, that’s how you get a point! She never fenced before, so I was trying to help her.”

“Of course you were. Is that why you walked right to her and not even look at the other newbies? You were staring at her the whole time,” Rayan pointed out with his smirk never faltering for a second. At this their teammates began to look hopeful and mischievous again.

Adrien frowned. He had a crush on Ladybug, not that he could tell anyone that without sounding like an average fanboy. Marinette was just a friend, that’s all. A very sweet, albeit clumsy, honest friend.

“I had my mask on, so you couldn’t see whether or not I was staring at her, which I wasn’t. And I chose to pair up with her because she’s my friend. I wouldn’t want her going up against someone she didn’t know, I wanted her to be comfortable.”

“Because you like her,” Rayan replied lightly, drawing out the ‘like’. “And what makes you think she wouldn’t have been comfortable with someone like me? I’m a charming person, don’t you think?”

Adrien’s eyes narrowed, not at all appreciating the implications of that statement.

“She came here to fence, not for you to flirt with her.”

“Or she came here because you fence and was hoping you would flirt with her.”

“Enough, already!” Adrien shouted, exasperated by this point. “Marinette is just a friend, that’s it. She’s nice, sweet, honest, and talented. I’m honored to be someone she can call a friend. And as her friend, I was trying to help her in a sport she was unfamiliar with. She’s just a friend.”

“Adrien, you can talk about your girlfriend later,” Mr. D’Argencourt snapped, coming up from behind his students. At once they straightened and turned, giving him their full attention. Adrien wanted to refute his claim, say that Marinette was just a friend and not his girlfriend, but he honestly didn’t think that Mr. D’Argencourt would care very much about the correction.

Their teacher didn’t let up on the stern frown he bore as he continued to address his students.

“I’m a little late so you just decide to idle and gossip? Get into position, now. Adrien, Kagami, I want you two especially to be paired up. Go!”

Kagami grinned as she walked by Adrien, teasingly tapping his sabre with her own as she went.

“You may be fooling yourself, Adrien, but you’re not fooling anyone else.”

Adrien pursed his lips. What did she know, she just got here, like, two days ago!

“Hey, you’re Marinette, right?”

Marinette turned away from her locker to see Kagami standing next to her. Instead of her typical fencing outfit, she wore a red sweater and black ankle pants, with red flats to complete the look. Honestly, with how similar they looked, Marinette wouldn’t be surprised if people thought Kagami was actually her own alter ego, Ladybug.

Although, that would give her greater protection for maintaining her secret identity.

She smiled, ready to open her mouth and offer a friendly confirmation that she was indeed Marinette and ask her how she was along with whether or not she was liking the school so far. Until she remembered how she very likely made the wrong call during Adrien and Kagami’s duel, which helped lead the new fencer into becoming akumatized.

She shrunk back with an apologetic grimace. “Listen, I’m sorry about-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Kagami replied nonchalantly, waving off the apology. She smiled. “It’s all in the past. Fencing is complicated to understand, and I know that was your first day trying it. Then there’s the fact that Adrien and I weren’t exactly making it easy for someone to see who touched who first.”

She chuckled upon remembering how they were practically fighting to kill. That was one of the reasons she liked sparring with Adrien best, he actually gave her a challenge. Marinette in the meantime exhaled with relief, thankful that Kagami didn’t blame her for what happened that day. Maybe she could take a lesson or two from Lila.

Speaking of which, wasn’t she a new student, too? Where did she go?

“Anyway,” Kagami spoke, getting back on track. Her smile shifted into a sly grin, something that Marinette was immediately wary of. “We have fencing practice today, and by ‘we’ I mean every single fencer here, which includes Adrien, and I mean Adrien Agreste, by the way.” She shrugged. “Just saying. I was wondering if you’d like to come and watch? Did I mention that Adrien will be there, Adrien Agreste? He’ll be there. At the same time you are. Just saying.”

Marinette blinked, unsure of what to say or even think in response to that. Did Kagami know of her crush on Adrien? But they just met! How could she pick up on that so quickly?

But she did just invite her to watch a fencing practice, that Adrien would be a part of! If he was suspicious of her just showing up randomly, she could say that Kagami invited her. He wouldn’t be creeped out if she had a valid excuse for being there. This was her chance!

“I’d love to!” she replied with a large smile, trying her best to rein in her happy squeals. It wasn’t easy. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“You’re welcome.” Kagami grinned and bowed her head before she walked away, down the hall and around the corner where she exchanged a high five with Alya.

The sole Ladyblogger wrapped an arm conspiratorially around the new girl’s shoulders.

“You know, I’ve been thinking of starting a club…”

“Thanks for inviting me again, Kagami,” Marinette said as the girls walked to the school courtyard, where practice would be held in about 15 minutes.

“You’re very welcome, Marinette,” Kagami replied with a smile that slowly morphed into her own secretive grin. She couldn’t wait for practice to start.

When they entered the courtyard they saw the other fencers chatting, testing out their equipment, or stretching. Kagami sneaked a peek out of the corner of her eye to see Marinette curiously studying each and every fencer, as though looking for someone specifically.

She bit back a smirk and motioned with her head in front of them.

“You can stay with me until practice starts. Let’s go in.”

As they walked, Kagami didn’t miss the way how Marinette’s eyes trailed after all the fencers, apparently still trying to find the one she was really here to see.

Rayan paused in bending his sabre, taking notice of Kagami and Marinette walking in his direction. His face lit up as he shouted his teammate’s name along with Marinette’s, being sure to be loud enough so that everyone in the courtyard would hear perfectly clearly.

Including one blond fencer, who lifted up his mask to see what was going on.

Rayan ran up to Marinette, placed his sabre across his chest and bowed like a gentleman. A corner of his mouth lifted in a sultry grin, as he tried his best to maintain the picture of seduction. It was kind of hard to when, in reality, he wanted Marinette to be with Adrien, not him.

But by pretending he was interested in her, maybe it would be enough of a push for Adrien to make a move.

“I’m Rayan, the one who you talked to during Adrien and Kagami’s duel? I’m glad we can meet face to face, you’re even more beautiful without my mask on.”

Kagami internally cringed at the poor flirtation skills this boy had. She hoped Marinette would be able to take it more seriously.

Marinette blinked, stunned for a moment because she was sure this ‘Rayan’ guy was flirting with her. She didn’t know what to do. This wasn’t Chat Noir, who she could teasingly push back by the nose and tell him to focus on patrol or the akuma.

So she settled by giving a small smile and shaking his gloved hand. “I’m Marinette. Thanks for talking to me back then.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” he answered smoothly before bending down to give her hand a chaste kiss.

Adrien pulled his mask down with a disgusted scoff.

Kagami was happy to report to Rayan that Adrien fought with an unusual aggressiveness that day. Although Rayan didn’t need it, as he got to experience it himself when Adrien innocently and otherwise nicely asked to spar with him next.

Adrien proceeded to win each and every one of their matches without breaking a sweat, attacking quickly and efficiently while barely giving Rayan enough time to parry.

Leaving Marinette a blushing and swooning mess on the bench.

They didn’t account for Luka joining their school. They also didn’t think that he would take an interest in Marinette, either.

“We must dispose of him,” Kagami murmured lowly, her fingers twitching for her sabre.

Alya shook her head. “We can’t, he’s Juleka’s brother. She’s our friend, we couldn’t do that to her.”

Kagami groaned in irritation. “Fine. But we have to do something.”

Turned out they didn’t need to do anything at all. Strangely, Adrien acted even more like a gentleman that day and during the next few weeks. He sometimes carried Marinette’s books, opened doors for her to let her pass through first, took extra time out of his day to seek her out and talk to her, and once Alya and Kagami saw him grin and tenderly kiss her fingers. Before pulling back and chuckling as though it was merely friendly teasing, of course.

Alya and Kagami weren’t fooled. Marinette tried to laugh along with him, it was too bad it came out shaky due to how much she needed to hyperventilate in her excitement.

Luka was simply considered another boy who happened to attend their school by the following day.

One day, it finally happened. No one knew how, or why, but to be honest those were just minor details at this point.

Adrien and Marinette were together. As in, in a relationship, together.

Word spread throughout the entire school, including the fencing team. And they let Adrien know that they knew that day at practice.

“So, is she still ‘just a friend’?” Rayan grinned broadly as he thrust his sabre toward Adrien’s chest. The latter smoothly parried and completed the riposte, successfully touching his opponent’s shoulder.

Adrien lifted up his mask with a smirk, bending the blade of his sabre as he answered.

“She’s my best friend, who also happens to be my girlfriend, now.”

“So how did it happen?” Rayan asked, hungry for details. Partly because he wanted to know, and partly because Kagami threatened to stab him if he didn’t return with answers. He honestly wasn’t sure if she was serious or not.

“We stood on top of the Eiffel Tower and proclaimed our love for each other,” Adrien replied, already predicting Rayan’s reaction, which didn’t disappoint.

He rolled his eyes. “Come on, Agreste, tell me the truth.”

“I am,” Adrien countered with a grin. He pulled his mask down and got back into position. “En garde!”

Rayan sighed, hoping that Kagami wouldn’t stab him anywhere that could kill him.

Marinette went to at least one fencing practice a week. The fencing boys adored her, and began to think of her as their little sister. Honestly, Kagami wasn’t sure who loved Marinette more: Adrien or her other teammates.

Most of the time Adrien wouldn’t even get the chance to personally greet Marinette first. She would walk in with a box of pastries, smile widely with a light blush dusting her cheeks as she waved to Adrien. In turn, he would return the smile and wave back. But before he could take a single step forward in her direction, one of his teammates would scream, “MARINETTE!” Which would then incite a small stampede of fencers straight for his girlfriend, sometimes even bumping Adrien out of the way as they ran.

Kagami would giggle and offer Adrien her hand if he happened to get knocked over in the stampede. He would then thank her and walk over to give his girlfriend a proper greeting, most oftentimes resulting in a kiss on the lips. His teammates would holler in joy every time, they’ve been waiting a long time for these moments, dammit, and they were going to fully appreciate them.

They knew that Marinette wasn’t ‘just a friend’.

Wish

A Bucky Barnes One Shot

Character Pairing: Prince!Bucky Barnes x Peasant!Reader

Word Count: 3,433

Warnings: None… just one giant fluff fest. 

A/N: This is my submission for @rotisserierogers Kumi’s Halloween Challenge! I know that Halloween is supposed to mean spooky… but I went whimsical instead! Prince!Bucky is so charming! 

Prompt: At midnight.

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“He means well.”

Bucky turned at the sound of his mother’s voice. Leaning his hip against the balcony railing, he crossed his arms over his chest.

“He does not listen to me,” Bucky said quietly.

She nodded with a sad smile, “James, your father just wants all of his affairs in order before he passes.”

Bucky looked out over the palace grounds, “I don’t want an arranged marriage, mother.”

She raised her hand and cupped his cheek in her palm, “It is a way for your father to be certain the kingdom will be safe.” She lowered her hand to gesture out beyond the balcony, “Having you take the princess’s hand in marriage will secure allies and armies. Her father has agreed to share his land, so a merging of kingdoms is necessary.”

Bucky sighed and looked down at her, “I want love and happiness, is that too much to ask for?”

She chuckled softly, “My son, those things come in time.” She thought fondly for a minute, “I grew to love your father, even though I did not care for him in the beginning. But, my duty as his wife and Queen was and still is important. As is the same for you. You must do what the title of being the future King demands.”

“I did not ask for that title,” Bucky said with disdain. When he saw his mother wince, he immediately regretted it. “I’m sorry mother. I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.” He reached up and pushed his fingers through his hair, dislodging the bun at the nape of his neck. “I don’t feel ready for all of this.”

Looping her arm through his, she spoke softly, “No one ever is, my sweet Prince.”

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CHAPTER FOUR: HE’S YOUR FRIEND.

PLOT SUMMARY: a multichapter imagine fic where the reader is dustin’s older sibling. follows along directly with the events of season 2. she’s friends with nancy, and drama ensues. over the course of the fic we see how the reader reacts to new challenges and a new romantic interest.  ( inspired by two other imagines that i literally can’t find for the life of me. )

CHAPTER SUMMARY: the reader’s relationship with steve grows and they become closer. 

PAIRING: SLOWBURN Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

WARNING: Swearing, Spoilers, Billy.

CHAPTERS: ONE, TWO, THREE.

WORD COUNT: 1.3K+  

That day you didn’t eat lunch with Nancy and Johnathan. Nancy told you her and Johnathan really needed some time to talk and, you were always someone to give people privacy so – you didn’t ask questions. You decided to keep Steve company. You sat down in the cafeteria with him. Munching on whatever sandwich your mom had shoved in your face that morning. You looked to Steve, struggling to eat his food.

“ What happened? ” You asked.

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