During a physical education lesson, their teacher divides them into team Chat Noir and team Ladybug.
Chloe starts her usual bollocks, only this time Mari resolutely stomps over to team Chat Noir and CREAMS the others, even though Adrien and Kim are there.
Proudly stating no-one was besmirching Chat’s name in front of her, she leaves the class with the strong impression that they never want to get into fisticuffs with her. And that she has a crush on Chat Noir.
Adrien is suddenly struck by how PRETTY she looks when she’s all flushed and breathless from beating the crap out of him.
That night, he goes to knock on her window, with every intention of letting her down slowly. She ends up beating the crap out of him instead - at video games.
He tries again a week later - because he wants to let her down gently, not because he wants a rematch - and instead she feeds him cookies from a piled plate she mysteriously has in her room. Like she was waiting for him.
Third time, he’s sure he’s going to do it because it’s gone on long enough and he can’t keep avoiding it, and instead he finds her crying over her physics homework because she missed the class and can’t understand it. He ends up tutoring her, and comes again five more times at least to help her with her work. She makes sure to have at least one quiche ready when she finds out it’s his favourite.
By the twentieth time he goes, he swears he’s going to tell her, he loves ladybug and only her, if nothing else because he can’t stand Plagg and his teasing anymore. Instead he finally notices the wall plastered with his face - both of his faces. Adrien and Chat smile down at him and he’s not sure how red he is, but it’s VERY hot in her room all of a sudden.
When she notices that he saw and starts blushing and stammering, Chat is a gonner, because this really sweet and talented girl looks both of him in the face every day in her room with admiration and affection and there’s only so much a teenage boy can take.
He talks it out with Ladybug. She appears all surprise at first, a bit embarrassed that she’s always taken his flirting as a joke, but totally ok with the fact that he’d sort of moved on to Mari without realising it. She falls off the roof when he insists that he WILL tell her his identity, because Mari has him on her wall with and without the mask and he wants at least one person in his life who likes all of him like that.
He’s sure she’s hit her head because even when she comes back up, she only speaks in squeaky, broken sentences. She insists on going home right after, and he lets her end patrol early.
He’s not sure what happens the next day when Mari jumps into his arms, calls him her kitty and plants a long, wet kiss on him on the school stairs, but he’s not complaining. He could swear his driver is snapping photos. He sure hopes Gorilla plans to share.
Dean X Reader; Mary tells Dean that the reader cheated on him to stop him finding out about her (Mary) stealing from Ramiel.
Knocking on the door of the bunker, you shift on your heels outside of the place you used to call home. Palms sweaty, heart racing and you’re sure that you can smell the nervousness radiating from you.
The door opens, your now ex-boyfriend looking anything but jolly to see you on his doorstep. “Sorry, I already gave all my change to the homeless guy down the street.”
“I’m just here to get the rest of my stuff, then you’ll be clear of me for good.” Standing up straight, arms crossed against your chest, you hold your head up high, refusing to feel belittled by the man who tossed you away so easily.
He runs his tongue across his bottom lip arrogantly, a sarcastic smile on his face as he pulls open the door, inviting you inside begrudgingly. “Make it quick. Don’t take anything you didn’t pay for.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” you spit, striding past him angrily, the ache in your soul becoming even more prominent from being this close to Dean, yet knowing he’s no longer yours.
You pass Sam and Castiel in the kitchen, ignoring their judgemental gazes as you head to Dean’s room, to a bed that used to hold two bodies, not one.
Pushing all the memories within these walls away, you grab your suitcase from under the bed, flipping back the lid and throwing your belongings inside. You wanted to be out of this place as swiftly as you could be, your presence clearly unwanted.
“I’m surprised you had the nerve to show up here.” You look back over your shoulder, Mary leaning smugly against the door frame, your attention moving back to your suitcase. She was the reason you were packing in the first place, the lies she told Dean being the very statements to sever the ribbons of your relationship.
“Yeah? I’m surprised you’ve got the nerve to still be here.” you hiss, a bubble of laughter leaving her lips as she pushes you closer and closer to the edge, anger bubbling inside you. “Aren’t you afraid your web of lies will unravel?”
“Don’t be silly, sweetheart, my webs are perfectly crafted. My son will always believe his dear mommy over some worthless bitch.” Now it’s your turn to laugh, not a slither of humour in your tone. You skim your fingers over the white frame on the beside, the besotted couple grinning at the camera.
If someone had told you then, that just months down the line Mary would be alive and kicking, and she would be the very thing to rip your lover from your arms, you would’ve laughed in their face.
“You know what,” you spin around, your glare harsh enough to wound as you stare at the poisonous bitch in front of you. “I hope your boys never find out who you really are. It’d break them to know their mother almost killed their best friend.”
“Not only are you working for the British, but you disturbed the Prince of Hell, stole from him and then stood in silence as Castiel’s life drained from his eyes.”
Her expression turns colder as you taunt her, her lip quivering in anger, not being able to take the truth you’re dealing out. She makes her way towards you, fists clenching, as you speak aloud all the damage that she’s done. “Shut your mouth.”
You shake your head, standing up against her, refusing to cower under her wrath. “If you were my mom, I’d be wishing you’d have stayed on the ceiling.”
Smack! Your head sharply twists to the side as her hand makes contact with your cheek, smugness running through your veins with the knowledge that your words have hit home. “If you ever tell anybody about me stealing from Ramiel, I’ll cut your heart out.”
“She doesn’t need to tell me anything.” Mary jumps at the sound of the voice, your fingers rubbing your cheek, trying to soothe the sting. Dean enters the room, coming to stand by your side, his mother lost for words.
“Sweetheart, let me explain…” She trails off, the level of vexation in Dean’s eyes enough to shut her up. Her eyes move to you as you watch the scene unfold. “You little bitch-”
Dean pushes her back as she lunges for you, his broad figure standing protectively in front of your own, your heart clenching, hoping that maybe there is something left to salvage.
“I want you out of here, now. Don’t bother coming back.” Dean warns, the ice chill in his voice something you’d been faced with a few minutes before. Mary weighs up her options, before backing out of the room resentfully, a vengeful twinkle in her eyes.
Once she’s gone, you turn back to the task at hand, shoving your final few things into your suitcase, ignoring Dean’s burning stare on your back. You move around in silence, him not being brave enough to break it, and you wanting to hear an apology before anything else.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You freeze at the question, Dean’s voice timid as it should be. Throwing the shirt in your grasp onto the bed, you turn to face the older brother, not being able to believe his arrogance.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t remember you giving me a chance to say anything when you believed your mom’s bullshit lies over me.” He looks down at the floor as you scold him, your eyes beginning to glaze over with due to frustration.
“I’m sorry-” you cut him off with a scoff, his emerald eyes as glassy as your own as he lifts them upwards to meet you. You want nothing more than to wrap your arms around him, tell him that everything is forgiven and you can go back to how it used to be.
“You weren’t sorry when you kicked me out in the pouring rain and called me a dirty whore.” The dam breaks, you cursing yourself as you turn your back on Dean, your fingers roughly swiping away the fallen tears.
You zip up your suitcase, thankful you’ll be alone in a few minutes and able to sob to your hearts content without prying eyes. “What are you doing? Don’t go.”
“What does it look like I’m doing, Dean?” you sniffle, grasping the handle of the case and holding the heavy object to your side. “I want you to be happy, and if that means me leaving, then so be it.”
You shove past the older Winchester, your chin quivering as you somehow hold in your cries. You let out a shaky breath as a hand grabs your arm, Dean’s warm touch stopping you in your tracks.
“Stay. All I want is for you to stay.” he pleads, his throat thick with emotion. You turn your head, his glassy eyes meeting your own, a desperate look on his face.
After what feels like hours of silence, you make your decision. “Five minutes. Let’s see how well you do.”
A/N - Thanks for all the support on my last Dean imagine, it was incredibleeeeeeee!!! Feel free to request :) now, gif before the imagine, or after??? Let me know! X
Imagine Dean bonding with your daughter who has a soft spot for him and not missing a chance to flirt with you.
“Press the button?” Dean’s voice was heard as you cautiously made your way upstairs, not wanting to make your presence known yet just because you wanted to see what he and Mary were doing.
“Press the button.” her little voice was heard and you smiled without even realizing it yourself.
“And down we gooooo!” Dean made a voice and soon a huff was heard along with Mary’s giggles. You rested your weight on the doorframe, still not saying a word as you watched the green-eyed man play with your daughter.
“Can we go again?” her little voice was heard in between her giggles and you saw Dean chuckle; none of them had realized you were standing there watching them.
“Again? Ok. Hop up!” he grinned at the little girl and you bit the inside of your cheek as you fought to keep a smile off your face. In vain.
“And up we go!” he slowly lifted her as she was sitting on his shoulders.
“Press the button.” he pointed his finger upwards as she pressed hers there.
“And down we go!” he huffed as they fell back down on the bed, her laughter filling the entire room.
This time you couldn’t contain your laughter and as that you made your presence known. You walked inside your bedroom to be greeted with huge smiles from both Dean and the little girl.
“You two seem to be having real fun huh?” you smirked and he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck a little nervously.
“We’ve made a mess haven’t we?” he asked looking around him and mostly the bed but you shook your head.
“No it’s ok.”
“Mommy!” Mary exclaimed as she jumped off the bed and ran towards you “Dean and I were playing a new game!” she said looking up at you with big (y/e/c) eyes.
“Hmh I saw that honey. WWE games.” you said, giving a look at Dean whose eyes widened.
“How’d you know?” he breathed out, guilty face on as if he’d been caught on act.
“I’m not just a pretty face you know.” you chuckled before bending down to pick up your three-year-old girl.
“Mommy can Dean stay with us tonight please?” she asked with an innocent smile and you glanced at Dean to see he too was waiting like a little child with big green eyes for an answer.
“I don’t know sweetheart. He’s a busy man, wouldn’t want to keep him here and busy with boring girly stuff when there might something or someone waiting for him tonight.” you said almost slyly, glancing at Dean from the corner of your eye.
“No!” Mary said with a deep frown and an adorable pout “Dean wants to stay with us, don’t you Dean?” she asked looking back at the man that you knew she had developed a soft spot for. He wasn’t her father no, her real father had died before he had the chance to meet his little girl, but you were glad your little girl didn’t feel the absence thanks to the older Winchester.
“Absolutely lovebug!” he grinned walking towards the two of you “There is no other place on Earth I would rather be than with the two of you. Plus-” he looked at you with a small, you could say almost satisfied, smirk on his face “There isn’t someone waiting for me tonight, apart from Baby to tak her on a long ride.”
“Huh is that so?” you raised an eyebrow, trying not to show how interested you really were so you prefered to play Mary’s hair, tucking a few strands behind her ear “How come? Considering who you are I’d expect the ladies to be fighting for a few hours in your agenda.” you mumbled and he shrugged.
“There is no lady I’d be more interested in spending my time with than my little princess.” he smiled softly down at Mary who giggled when he kissed her cheek. Despite everything, and despite the small pang of jealousy, you couldn’t help but smile at how much of a father figure – a great and loving one at that – Dean was being for Mary.
“So mommy, can Dean sleep with us tonight? Pretty please?” she batted her eyelashes at you and you glanced at Dean who had a hopeful look on as well.
“Well if he wants to-” you started and he spoke up immediately.
“I’m warning you though, there will be plenty of Tangled and sparkles and glitter because we’re going tobe making a cake.” you pointed out and he grinned.
“Sounds amazing to me” he breathed out sincerely and you couldn’t fight off the smile.
“Come on mommy, please let him stay! Pretty please!” she wrapped her small arms around your neck, giving you that adorable smile you just couldn’t resist.
“Very well then, he can stay.” you shrugged, trying to not let your own excitement show. Your daughter was enough excited for the both of you as her and Dean cheered both smiling like kids on Christmas day.
“Ok now, go wash your hands sweetie-” you set her down “We’ve gotta get started on that cake, yeah?”
“Alright!” she nodded her head “Dean will you help us?”
“Absolutely pumpkin!” he booped her nose and kissed her forehead as with a giggle she ran out of your bedroom towards the bathroom to wash her hands.
“She’s developed a soft spot for you, you know.” you mumbled with a soft smile as you fixed the bedsheets.
“Only her though?” he asked with a cute grin and you shook your head with a laugh.
“Shut up idiot.” you threw a pillow at him “I’m being serious you know.”
“Yeah-” he softened “I know” he hummed with a fond smile that made your own heart swell inside your chest “I really love her too.”
“You know, maybe it’s because you spend a lot of time together- which: thank you very much for. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” you looked at him sincerely and he shook his head, helping you by picking up her toys.
“You know you don’t have to. I love being with her, and if it takes one more worry away while you are working then it’s my pleasure. Both mine and Sam’s.”
“I know” you held his gaze for a good few moments “I just- I’m saying this because- no matter how much time one can spend with her it doesn’t mean they’ll have her trust. She’s not an easy child, not really open. But with you-” you shook your head with a laugh “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you are her father.”
Dean chuckled softly, his eyes lingering on her toys that he had in his arms “It would be my honor.” he whispered and your eyes locked on him.
“To be her father.” he looked into your eyes “It would be a honor for me. She is an amazing kid, I would love nothing more than to call her my daughter.”
“As I would love nothing more than to call you her father.” you whispered the small confession and he gave you a boyish grin.
“You know-” his smile turned into a flirty smirk that just made you weak on the knees every time “-that would mean I’d have to be something more to you too, right?”
“Yeah, the only drawback right?” you chuckled and he shook his head.
“Are you kidding me? I’d be bragging to everyone if the mother of my child was such a bomb!” he grinned widely and you bit your lip, chuckling.
“Yeah right.” you scoffed and he gave you a look.
“Don’t make me fight you on this, (Y/n). You know I’d definitely win this. I have my ways.”
“Which include?” you raised an eyebrow suggestively and you saw his eyes darken for a minute.
“Oh you’d like to know sweetheart?”
“Perhaps?” you shrugged innocently and he laughed.
“I’d love to do so too but- not with a kid walking around. Maybe when she’s asleep, I’d love to show you.” he winked and you chuckled.
“You’re such a flirt.” you shook your head, jumping when you felt his hand on your back; not having realized when he came close to you.
“Oh princess, I’m not flirting.” his face got closer to yours “I’m giving you a promise.”
What did the crew of the Silent Mary and Salazar actually get up to whilst trapped in the Devil’s Triangle?
(I like to imagine them pranking each other as ghosts like every day and Salazar is just slowly losing his cool as he watches his crew walking through walls and scaring each other) (if that’s the case, no wonder he was so angry)
Summary: The whole “you see color when you touch your soulmate” deal. It’s fluff (and smut. There’s some in there).
A/N: Thank you thank you thank you for reading. You’re all too cool for me.
At least it was Friday.
You just had to get through a day of work, then you could come home and binge-watch
Netflix. The entry level job you had been
given was not challenging, and you spent a majority of your time reading or
listening to music. Though it was tedious
it paid well, and you couldn’t complain about being able to make rent for
“Your shirt and pants don’t match.”
You sighed. Your
cubicle-mate had recently met her soulmate, and every day for the past week she
had criticized your choice of outfit.
Summary: The gala finally arrives, and Dean is absolutely floored by your dress. An interaction with Samuel leaves Dean fuming, but you calm him down. Dean finally admits his feelings.
Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader
Word Count: 3,300 (hold onto your hats kids it’s a long one)
Warnings: Language, sexual tension, anxiety, mild smuttiness
A/N: It’s here it’s here it’s here it’s here the gala is finally HERE I’m so excited for you guys to read this part!!! It’s long, so settle in! This part is inspired by the song In Case You Didn’t Know, by Brett Young (ohmygod now I’m so nervous to post this aaaaahhhhh)
OKAY BUT WHY: 67 questions that have popped into my head in the past 24 hours
In stream-of-consciousness order:
1. Skull hell. 2. Why kill Mary if she’s good 3. Why was the hospital dedicated in 2044 4. Why is he writing the blog post about the baby being born in an image file befORE THE BABY WAS BORN 5. What the hell was John’s letter to Sherlock and why do we never hear anything about it again 6. Why was the lady Carmichael mirror so perfect we could predict actual dialogue lines (“You promised!”) 7. Why did TAB “PROVE” Moriarty was dead when it only proved you need a friend to help you make the blood splatter 8. WHO WAS TAKING CARE OF THE BABY WHEN EVERYONE HE KNOWS IS AT THE THERAPIST’S HOUSE 9. How did John get out of the stupid well if his fucking feet were chained to the bottom 10. Why does a gun go off at the end of TLD, but in TFP it’s a tranquilizer 11. Why bring up that romantic entanglement “would complete you as a human being” if you don’t return to it 12. How did Mary jump in front of a bullet, and why is her death scene just like the “Hollywood deaths” that they criticized when Sherlock was shot 13. Why did nobody know who John was in TLD when in THoB everyone knew it was his blog (he fucking writes it in the first person) 14. Why is the blog stopped since S4 starts 15. How does EVERYONE know the story of the Merchant of Samarra when it’s not actually that common 16. How does Mary know to call him a Dragonslayer 17. How did Sherlock know that Ghost!Mary was saying he should wear the hat 18. How did John make the deduction about how Sherlock figured out how he knew which therapist he would choose and when he’d be there 19. How did John have an affair with a woman but he DOESN’T RECOGNIZE HER WHEN SHE’S SITTING RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM AT THERAPY 20. Why has Mycroft been so clearly linked to Moriarty 21. Why set up that footage of a shooting can be altered 22. Why have Culverton say that line about revealing your secret to your friends when it’s completely irrelevant thereafter 23. How did Lastrade know about Sherlock killing Magnussen anD MARY’S PAST 24. If Mycroft knew who Mary is then why didn’t he ever say anything 25. What happened to the stupid black pearl a. What’s the point of DI Hopkins 26. Mirrors a. You will John-style never convince me that these mirrors were a lie 27. Making history? What history 28. Promos a. Sitting in the “married ones” room with the burnout in the shape of an anatomical heart b. “Sherlock’s in love, but with who”—is this really just to be cruel 29. How does Mary know where to go when he texts “the curtain rises” but texts John the actual address 30. Let’s talk about the mysterious crypt lair that Sherlock has for ONE SCENE and then never returns to 31. How come the Six Thatchers was already a different case they had done on the blog 32. Vatican Cameos 33. Umbrella sword gun 34. James or John 35. Mrs. Turner next door has got married ones 36. What was Sherlock going to say on the tarmac 37. What couldn’t John tell Ella after Sherlock died 38. And why does Sherlock go to see Ella and talk about a recurring dream in a weird ass attic office but it never comes back around 39. Gerridebs is their favorite case but it’s made into the biggest “no homo” joke 40. Why be obsessed with Sherlock’s sex life 41. Why does the AGRA drive look different 42. How do you survive being exploded from a second story flat with no injuries a. You. Don’t. 43. How can you possibly redeem Euros after everything she’s done 44. Why did Euros have a random breakdown in the middle of her grand plan—ALSO THE WHOLE PLANE MAKES NO SENSE 45. Why were people not more worried about how she killed Victor 46. “Drowned Redbeard”—an ACTUAL CHILD was missing and the suspect said this and they didn’t think to check all the fucking wells 47. How did his family all agree to pretend that Redbeard was a dog and never mention his sister ever again 48. WHERE IS MORIARTY’S BODY 49. Euros appears to have super mind-control powers? 50. WHAT ABOUT THE FREAKING MEMORY DRUG 51. Why has every episode been focused on how relationships are more important than the stories, but then Video!Mary is all like “relationships don’t matter because YAY detective stories” 52. Why did Euros just leave John after she tranq’d him 53. Whole episode is about how his childhood is what makes Sherlock who he is but ends episode with “but who you are doesn’t really matter” a. Great man -> good man? Eh. Doesn’t really matter. 54. The camera error in TST 55. How did they get onto the boat? A helicopter? Why not just take it to the island? How did Sherlock get inside as a member of the team? They only found John and Mycroft 56. How was the chess game promo a spoiler 57. Why was he using twitter in TST but then John was surprised he was on social media in TLD 58. Lamp hell. 59. What was the lie in TLD 60. Why was the episode called the final problem? The final problem was established to be to burn the heart out of him 61. Why is the static in Sherrinford a weird waterfall 62. Why did Sherlock paste John’s face on the Vetruvian Man (okay this wasn’t S4 but also I CANNOT LET THIS GO) 63. Why wasn’t Euros in the family video and why did noBODY EVER BRING HER UP IN SHERLOCK’S LIFE AGAIN— “Euros may have been my daughter but Sherlock seems to want to forget she existed entirely so let’s all pretend we didn’t have a daughter” 64. Why are all the villains textually queer 65. Who is the woman in the photo who was looking out the window holding an elephant 66. Why did Sherlock say that Mary destroyed the AGRA drive, when it was John 67. 26 pages of dialogue.