not sure if it turned out good or not

boftboy  asked:

maybe belliton and "we should move in together"?

Alex thinks he can feel a migraine building as he makes his way up the stairs to Bellamy’s apartment, cursing every god he can think of for the elevator still being broken after an entire week. At least he can count the three flights of stairs as his exercise for the day.

He reaches Bellamy’s door a few minutes later, barely getting two knocks in before it’s being swung open, his boyfriend grinning down at him with a slightly crazed look that Alex raises an eyebrow at, but doesn’t comment on as he steps in. 

“Good day?” Bellamy asks, shutting the door and then wiping his hands on what Alex realizes is an apron.

“Sure.” Alex toes off his shoes and shrugs out of his jacket, hanging it up on the hook that has slowly become his over the months. He turns to see Bellamy still standing there, teetering back on his heels as he looks at Alex. “Thanks for letting me stay the night,” Alex says, stepping forward to press a kiss to Bellamy’s cheek, rocking forward onto his tiptoes so he can reach. “I couldn’t even think about having to deal with my roommates tonight. I’m exhausted.”

“It’s not a problem,” Bellamy tells him quickly, flashing Alex a bright smile, giving one of his hands a quick squeeze before letting his arms fall back to his sides, drawing Alex’s eyes back to his clothing.

“What’s that all about?” He asks, gesturing at the apron. “A new look? Or are you cooking?” He knows that Bellamy usually only cooks when he’s anxious or planning something special.

Bellamy makes a loud exclamation at the question, his mouth falling open, and then he’s turning around and dashing back into the kitchen, Alex following once he hears the sounds of cursing.

He walks in to see Bellamy quickly turning off the stove, the pot sitting on top of it boiling over the edge, some of the contents spilling onto the floor. Alex starts to move over to where some of the hand towels are hanging, but Bellamy beats him to it, throwing them onto the puddles, still cursing under his breath.

“Need me to do anything?” Alex asks, rubbing at the back of his neck and feeling a little useless as Bellamy mops up the mess. 

Bellamy stands up with a sigh, looking put out as he tosses the wet towels into the sink. “No,” he murmurs, starting to untie his apron. “I’ll just…make something else, something quick!”

“Hey…” Alex walks over to Bellamy, taking his hands once he’s got the apron off. “Don’t stress yourself out.” He rubs his thumbs over the back of Bellamy’s hands as he takes a deep breath, giving Alex a grateful smile. “Besides,” Alex continues, “I might just go to sleep? I’m just so tired, I’m barely keeping my eyes open.”

“O-oh,” Bellamy stammers, eyes going wide. “Right. Yeah. Of course, no, you should sleep! Yeah.” He steps away, and Alex gives him a weird look that Bellamy just waves away. “Really, go sleep. You deserve it. I’ll just heat something up for myself then sneak in later. I’ll try not to wake you.”

“You sure?” Alex asks, narrowing his eyes as he searches Bellamy’s face. They’ve barely been dating six months, but Alex thinks that he’s pretty good at reading Bellamy, and something is definitely up. He’s got that weird smile on his face, the one where one corner of his mouth twitches every now and then. “I can-”

“I’m sure,” Bellamy assures him, stooping down to kiss the corner of Alex’s mouth. “You look tired. Sleep.” He tucks a strand of hair behind Alex’s ear, smiling gently, and Alex smiles back, leaning into the touch for a moment before stepping out of Bellamy’s reach, turning to head into the bedroom.

He gets his shirt over his head quickly and tosses it onto the floor, turning with his hands on his pants zipper when his eyes land on the bed, making him pause.

There’s a bouquet of flowers on the bed, still wrapped up, but unmistakably flowers. Nice flowers, too.

Alex walks over to the flowers, picking them up and turning them, looking for a note, but he doesn’t see anything to give him a clue as to what they’re for. Is he forgetting about some sort of anniversary? But they’ve never celebrated any of their monthly milestones, so why start now?

He chews at his lip before making a decision, turning and walking back into the kitchen, spotting Bellamy hunched over the kitchen table, staring at something in his hands.

“Bell?” Alex asks, getting even more confused when Bellamy’s head shoots up in surprise, face flushing when he sees what Alex is holding. “Uhm, what are these?” He holds out the flowers, watching as Bellamy opens and closes his mouth a few times. “Should I start apologizing for forgetting something important?”

“No!” Bellamy practically yells, standing up and walking to stand in front of Alex, eyes still on the flowers. “No, no, it’s nothing like that. It’s…” He trails off, worrying at his lower lip as his eyes slowly move to Alex’s, his gaze nervous. “It’s uhm, well it was going to be a surprise.”

“A surprise…” Alex repeats, suddenly wary. He doesn’t like surprises. “What are you t-”

“We should move in together!” Bellamy blurts out, his hands clenched at his sides. He watches Alex with wide eyes, silence stretching between them. Alex doesn’t know what to say. “I-I mean, if you want to,” Bellamy amends quickly, sounding panicked. “Or not! Just…whatever.” Bellamy’s posture slumps, and Alex gives himself a small shake and spurs into action.

“No!” He says, mentally kicking himself when Bellamy turns away with a frown. “I mean no as in wait!” Alex corrects, reaching out with his free hand to grab one of Bellamy’s. “I…you really mean it?” He asks, feeling his heart beating rapidly in his chest. “Me? You want me to move in?”

“Who else?” Bellamy mumbles, but he gives Alex a hesitant smile, laughing a little when Alex doesn’t say anything. “Of course I want you to.”

“Why?” Alex asks, completely taken aback, but Bellamy just laughs again, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’m serious! I’m…I’m annoying. I’m messy! Like, I just threw my shirt on your floor! And I totally ruined your amazing plans! I blew off your dinner and forced you to turn to something microwaveable just for yourself! I’m selfish. You don’t want me, you-”

Bellamy surges forward, cutting off Alex’s stream of words with a firm kiss. Alex freezes at first, surprised, but then he’s relaxing, leaning into it, feeling himself start to calm down, to really take in what’s happening.

“I do want you,” Bellamy murmurs against his lips, pulling back a little so they can look at each other. He’s smiling. “You’re not annoying, and I don’t care if you’re messy. You’re messy even if you aren’t living with me, so I already know about that, I can live with it.” Bellamy chuckles when Alex pouts, sneaking in another quick kiss. “I’m serious, Alex.”

Alex shake his head, looking down at the flowers briefly before back up at Bellamy. “But are you sure?”

Bellamy gives him an exasperated look, and then he’s extending the hand Alex isn’t holding, opening it to show Alex the key resting on his palm. “I’m more than sure. I got this made for you a month ago. I just…it took me awhile to build up the courage to ask.”

Alex stares at the key, his thoughts running a mile a minute. He never thought anyone would want to move in with him. Ever. But then again, he never even thought someone like Bellamy would want to date him. So maybe this is possible.

“Alex?” Bellamy prompts, suddenly sounding nervous again. “If this is too fast we don’t have to. We can wait, we can-”

“It’s not too fast!” Alex cuts in, letting go of Bellamy’s hand and snatching the key out of his palm. “I want to, right now. This is mine.” He puts the key in his pocket, smiling when Bellamy lets out a loud laugh. “No take backs.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Bellamy says, kissing Alex again, both of them smiling against the other’s mouth. “Now,” Bellamy steps back and takes the flowers out of Alex’s hand. “Let me put these in a vase, and then I’ll join you.”

“Join me? I thought you were going to eat?” Alex asks, his voice slightly teasing as he watches Bellamy get the flowers situated. His heart is still pounding, his stomach fluttering, and he can’t seem to stop smiling. “Something else on your mind now?”

Bellamy comes back over to Alex, a coy smile on his face that doesn’t fool Alex for a second. “I’m not that hungry anymore,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around Alex’s waist, palms resting on his lower back, warm against his bare skin. Then he’s bending down to press a kiss to the side of Alex’s jaw.

“Yeah?” Alex asks, laughing breathlessly as he tilts his head to give Bellamy better access, throwing his arms around Bellamy’s neck. “Good,” he whispers, pulling Bellamy closer. “Cause I’m not that tired anymore.”

Bellamy chuckles, his shoulders shaking under Alex’s arms, and then he’s making a surprised but pleased sound low in his throat as Alex starts to tug him towards the bedroom, both of them stumbling along the way, unwilling to relinquish their grasp on the other.

Official "Poll" for Apritello Week

It’s recently been brought to my attention that some Apritello Shippers would like a full week of our two Nerds, rather than the one day (traditionally Valentine’s Day).

So, I’ll put this out there: Is anyone else pining for 6 extra day to enjoy fan art, fan fics, headcanons, and other Apritello shenanigans?

I haven’t done this is the past only because I wasn’t sure what the turn out would be, but I was so happy to see how many people wanted to share their work!

Let me know in the comments:

A: Heck, yeah, Apritello WEEK! I would submit something!

B: I would love a whole week, but I’ll probably be a spectator.

C: Meh, I’m good with one day.

As always, if you’re not an Apritello fan that’s okay, but I do try to keep these posts positive so please, no negativity. The artists and writers who submit their work are amazing and, even if you don’t Ship It, you have to admit the end products are phenomenal.

Thank you all for your participation, past and future!



When I finished the sketch on the left, I pulled a muesli bar out of my bag and accidentally attracted all the birds in the vicinity. They weren’t super brave, they just milled about nearby, probably waiting for me to leave. And I was ready to go, so I started packing up all my stuff, turned around to see if I was going to leave anything on the ground behind me, and found myself nose to nose with an enormous swan. (I know, I know, all swans are enormous. This one seemed even bigger than normal though.)

I stood up hoping that would scare the swan away. And, like, maybe it worked? It didn’t seem super scared but it did start meandering away from me and I was feeling very proud of myself until I realised it was meandering towards a toddler. Who was eating a banana. Who was not paying much attention to the banana. Who had not noticed the swan at all. And I thought it was all gonna be fine, like she was standing on the edge of a group of people, what’s it gonna do? But then she waved her banana-holding-hand in the swan’s direction, and it nabbed the banana right from her hand. And this poor kid turned around to see a swan that was quite literally bigger than her and, reasonably, she freaked out. Fortunately her family swept in with an amused laugh and some reassuring comfort and all ended up fine. I still feel a little bad for her though.

anonymous asked:

I guess it's good you've considered all those angles, I know a lot of people who won't. I personally think Louis' promo will reveal whether they are still together/in a healthy relationship. I don't know what you and other people are seeing but Harry has turned out to be not who I thought at all. So I'm not sure where ppl see anything good to him or Larry the way it stands currently.

I agree that Louis’ upcoming promo will reveal a lot; to me, I think it’ll reveal a lot about the business side of things and what to sort of expect going forward. I hope it brings great, free things for him. The way I feel about Larry currently, I don’t feel this promo will much necessarily affect it for me. 

With Harry, as I’ve said before when talking about this promo, I think it’s confusingly giving us real tidbits and also purposeful misleading. I don’t agree with all of this promo at all, but the Harry I can clearly see between the lines and behind the noise, is truly who I have thought of him to be and deemed ‘worthy’ of my support. Especially with the recent tearing apart of everything they do, I feel rather understanding and happy that there seems to be a lot of fakeness and shady ways of protection of their actual private lives. I don’t feel I’m in the position to judge that, and that’s the strong conclusion I’ve ended up in with all of this. Despite current stunts, Louis has seemed very happy and genuinely pleased with career steps he’s been taking this year as well, and I’ve long since decided to take my cues mostly from them. 

okay but how funny would it be if, after all this build up, Sam is the one to use the grenade launcher

  • Anakin, desperately trying to hide the wedding photos falling out of his pockets: what, no, Senator Amidala and I are just friends-
  • Obi-wan, pretending to do paperwork but actually writing love letters to Satine: be mindful of your feelings, Anakin-
  • Plo Koon, filling out adoption forms for Ahsoka and the entire Wolfpack: you get attached too easily-
  • Yoda:
  • Yoda: end well, this will not
{Reaction} Falling Asleep on BTS’ Shoulder

Are requests open? If so, can I request BTS reacting to you falling asleep and accidentally resting your head on their shoulder?

Note: This was so sweet, thank you for this request I really loved writing it. Thank you for your patience, and alas, here is the reaction. 

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/images used.

Min Yoongi/ Suga

Originally posted by cyyphr

It was clear that you had been tired before the film had even begun, but it wasn’t until about half way though that your eyelids started to get heavy. You were sat between the end of the sofa and Yoongi, the other members of BTS sprawled out across the other furniture and the floor. As a particularly sad scene played out on the screen, your head dropped onto Yoongi’s shoulder. He cursed under his breath, not expecting the sudden contact. He looked at you, was about to say your name when he heard your deep breathing and realised you’d fallen asleep. He didn’t dare to move except for his lips, which curved up in a smile he could not battle against. It wasn’t until the end of the movie that the other members had noticed.

Taehyung: “{y/n} is sleeping you know, we should probably wake-”

Yoongi: “Don’t you dare, {y/n} is tired. Just let them rest.”

Taehyung: “Sure, that’s what this is all about. You’re not saying that because you have a crush on {y/n} or anything and you don’t want to move-”

Yoongi: “I will kick you.”

Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by apgujeon

Jungkook felt his heart flutter inside of his chest as your head fell onto his shoulder. His breaths became shorter and he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. He found himself just watching you in admiration, unsure how someone can look so adorable and sweet when they sleep. During the day, you express so many different emotions, to extreme happiness and smiles on your face, or stress with tears streaming down your cheeks. But when you’re like this, you’re so carefree, your lips pouting ever so slightly and looking so soundless. It’s beautiful. Jungkook almost jumps when Jimin appears before him, smirking.

Jimin: “Your shoulder is going to kill if you let {y/n} stay like that all night, you know.”

Jungkook: “I don’t care”

Jimin: “You’re so smitten”

Kim Taehyung/ V

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Taehyung laughed as your head fell against his shoulder, he didn’t realised that you’d nodded off to sleep. He spoke your name a few times, and was about to start shaking you when he realised your breaths were heavier than before. He chuckled lightly to himself and allowed you to rest against him for a while, shushing the other members to inform them that he wanted the room silent so you could sleep. As it got later into the night, Taehyung decided it was too late to let you walk home, especially alone so he scooped you up into his arms and carried you up to his bed, allowing you to rest in the comfort. But as he turned to grab a spare blanket, your smaller hand wrapped around his wrist.

{y/n}: *half asleep* “Stay”

Taehyung: “Are you sure?”

{y/n}: *grumbles in confirmation*

Taehyung: *doesn’t need asking twice*

Kim Namjoon/ Rap Monster

Originally posted by rapnamu

Namjoon looked at you as your head fell onto his shoulder, and he wasn’t the only one to notice. He rolled his eyes at the way Hoseok was winking at him and Taehyung was laughing childishly as though he’d never seen anything so cute before in his life. Namjoon crossed his arms, his exterior showing that he was confident, that he didn’t care, however on the inside he was screaming. He worried that you’d wake if he moved, and he didn’t want that. He also didn’t want you to wake up and be weirded out that he hadn’t woken you up. A continuous battle played out in his head, all the while his face showing that he was calm and collected even though he was anything but that.

Taehyung: “Are you sure you’re not nervous, because your red cheeks say otherwise.”

Namjoon: “Unless you wanted extended intense dance training, shut your face.”

Jung Hoseok/ J-Hope

Originally posted by leojuseyo

As far as Hoseok was concerned you were asleep. Your head rested against his shoulder, looking down so he couldn’t see your face. He relaxed into the sofa, pulling you into his side and covered you both more with the blanket as the film played out on the screen before the two of you and the other members. Yes, he was perfectly happy, that was until you started to move your hand dangerously close to his crotch. He frowned as your fingers glided under his shirt and across his stomach, then inside of his thighs. It took him a while to figure out what you were doing, but it all became clear when he felt his jean zipper being pulled down.

J-Hope: “Well then! I think it’s time {y/n} and I turned in.” *scoops you up in his arms - he will have no mercy for you to tease him like that in front of the others. Good luck*

Park Jimin

Originally posted by jiyoongis

Jimin panicked from the moment that your head fell against his shoulder. He wasn’t sure what to do, if he should wake you or leave you at his side. He’d liked you for so long that this seemed like the most important thing. His head wandered to the possibility of you liking him back, he was worrying himself so much that he didn’t realise that he, himself was tired. As he started to calm a little, he realised how drowsy he really was, and it wasn’t long until he was also asleep, his head resting against yours. Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook and Taehyung, or the cameras they held in their hands.

Jimin: *the next morning* “Jungkook and Taehyung why is there a photo of me and {y/n} sleeping all over the internet?! I will kill you both!”

Kim Seokjin/ Jin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

When your head fell against Jin’s shoulder, he smiled sweetly, then shifted so that you were lying down on the sofa with your head on his lap. He brushed the strands of hair from your face and watched as you breathed more deeply. You looked different when you were sleeping, there was something so enticing about it. Jin ran his fingers over your face, lining your jaw and your cheeks contently, thinking about how much he really loves you until he eventually falls asleep himself.

Jin: “Ah~ my Jagi is so beautiful”

Second Chances

Words: 10.1k

Genre: Fluff / Soulmate AU

Warnings: slight description of a panic attack, swearing

Description:  Soulmate AU in which you get to see colours when you kiss your soulmate. Dan has a particularity.

Read on AO3 / @florallylester made a moodboard for this and I’m crying

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Dare | Jimin (M)

Fluff | Crack | Smut | Bff!Jimin | Policeman!Jimin

word count: 32.6k+

You and Jimin have been playing an ongoing game of dare since the fourth grade, the only thing off limits —much to his disappointment— was daring you to marry him.

A/N: i’m…. so.. ecstatic to be finished with this MONSTROSITY 

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A Lesson in Love (A Different Perspective)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 4,431

A/N: The tag list for this story is CLOSED. 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - You are the forever best for editing for me.

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

“I can’t believe you’ve never been to a track meet before.”

“I’ve never had a reason to come to one,” you say, defending yourself against Wanda’s accusatory tone and disapproving gaze.

“That’s no excuse,” she responds with a click of her tongue. “Now hurry up, we need to secure a good spot.”

You follow her blindly, not knowing what qualifies as a ‘good spot’. Unlike Wanda who has spent years attending track meets with her brother, you’ve never been to one. Like you told her, you never had a reason to attend one. Not until today.

Not until T'Challa.

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inspired by this video (sfw, but a sex toy is being used as car repair, so take that as you will)

“Laura’s gonna flip,” Derek says in dismay, looking at the huge dent in the driver’s side door of the Camaro. Her most precious possession, the car she’d been saving up for forever, the car she waxes and washes every weekend, the car that she let Derek borrow to go to the Mathletes competition in San Francisco because Derek had a basketball game on Friday and couldn’t make the official school bus, the car that Laura made him swear his life on, is now forever ruined.

“Damn, if there ever was a good place to curse, that would have been it,” Stiles says, crossing his arms and looking far more attractive than he had the right to. “C’mon, Derek. Just say it. Fuck.”

Derek blushes, watching the word tumble out of Stiles’ pink mouth. “No, I… there’s gotta be a way to fix it. But if I call her insurance people she’s gonna know…”

“It’s totally my fault,” Stiles says. “I was the one who wanted to go to Tastee Freeze on the way back, and let some dingbat hit you in the parking lot. Actually, it’s their fault, whoever can’t drive.”

Derek shakes his head. It’s his fault. He’d been having too much fun this weekend; he’d spent practically all of it with Stiles. He’d had a crush on him forever— in fact, joined Mathletes at his request, and the whole year of practice, of spending afternoons with Stiles poring over math problems, watching Stiles lick Cheeto dust off his fingers— it’s been too much. Coupled with the fact that Stiles actually just plain forgot to catch the bus on Friday, and then caught a ride with Derek, meant hours in the car listening to him sing along to Hamilton and muddle through the rap bits, and sleeping next to him in the four-to-a-room motel Saturday night, and waking up with Stiles’ face smashed into his shoulder.

Derek had been too overwhelmed by it all, too overwhelmed by Stiles. Getting the chance to spend time with his friend this weekend had just intensified his feelings, and he knows there’s no chance that Stiles will ever feel the same, so he’s just drinking it all in, savoring these moments when he can.

It had been a terrible parking job, the Camaro was at a weird angle, that’s why the person rounding the turn had hit him. Derek sighs. He guesses it’s for the best. He’ll just have to pay Laura back. For forever.

Stiles is studying the door, eyes narrowed in concentration. “Actually, it’s not that bad. They didn’t even scratch it. It’s just a dent. With the right amount of leverage…”

“I’m sorry, do you happen to have a magical car-door fixer in your overnight bag?”

Somehow, this causes Stiles to turn bright red. “Okay. I have an idea. But you have to promise not to laugh.”


Derek watches, perplexed, as Stiles pulls his duffle bag out of the back seat, and then rummages around in it.

“Promise not to laugh,” Stiles repeats.

“I promise.” Derek is confused, but sincere.

Stiles pulls a bright blue dildo out of the bag. It’s springy, and jiggles a little with the movement. There’s a thick vein running along the side, and the base even has… balls.

Derek’s brain short circuits, an image of Stiles, naked, working himself on the girth of the toy, his mouth open, panting, as he tries to get the right angle, skin flushed pink from pleasure…

“Fuck,” Derek says.

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Marichat May Day 20: Night on the town

This is a gift for @australet789 who actually gave me this idea while we were talking. I hope you will enjoy!

When Chat landed on the rooftop next to her, Marinette was really glad Tikki flew in her purse just moments before.She had to run fast after she cleansed the akuma, it had been a really close all and she ended up on a roof. Chat saw her too, apparently.

“Hello, Purrincess.” he made a curt bow, before taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. “I see you got stranded by the akuma. And I as your loyal knight, will escort you to your tower and protect you along the way.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow, before glancing over her shoulder. There wasn’t such a long distance. Only 500 meters from her home and it was easier going over the rooftops anyway. And it was dusk. She could work with it.

“So what do you say about it, Princess?”

Marinette turned her eyes back to him and her lips curled in a smirk. The look obviously took Chat by surprise.

“You know what, Chat. I’ll race you there.”

Chat looked confused only for it to morph into horror as Marinette turned around and sprinted across the rooftop doing a handspring and landing gracefully on a chimney. To be honest, Chat wasn’t sure if he should be terrified for her or turned on. Just then she looked over her shoulder with a confident smirk. And then she winked.

Turned on was it.

He was pulled out by his little attraction induced trance when Marinette disappeared behind the chimney.

“Princess, wait!”

He was also a little bit, but actually a fucking lot terrified. Because not only was a civilian racing him across rooftops, but said civilian was also known for her clumsiness and ability to trip over air. This was not good for his health. As quickly as he could, he began running after her. And after he passed that chimney he was surprised to find Marinette a couple of meters ahead of him. Not only was she actually managing the whole running over the rooftops part, she was pulling off some tricks that were more for showing off than for helping her in this race. Chat was pleasantly surprised. Ad maybe just a little… what was the word? Enticed. Yeah, that was it. Marinette somersaulting through air and looking so happy and carefree was quite the sight and it made his heart beat faster

As for Marinette, well, she might have gained a parkour obsession in the last couple of months. It just started out of curiosity, how would it be to run over the rooftops without the Ladybug suit. At first, she just got over the chimney of her house. Then the next night after another. And another. And so on till she crossed the whole building. And after that, she began trying to scale the next building. It was refreshing. And f she didn’t know the rooftops of Paris, then no one did. She heard Chat’s steps close behind her and laughed. There was no way she will let him win. Her eyes focused on the gap between two buildings that she needed to jump over.


Chat felt his heart stop as Marinette jumped off the building. He forgot how to breathe as she rolled through the air. And when she landed on the building safely, he almost sighed in relief. Until he saw her rolling across the roof. What if she got hurt? Fuck, why wasn’t he faster? What if she injured herself badly? What if she broke something? What if she got a concussion? His mental question spree was cut short as Marinette stood up gracefully and obviously not injured. Then she blew him a kiss.

“Come on, cat boy! Don’t give me unfair advantages.”

Chat blinked before jumping as well. Marinette gave him a confident smile before beginning to run again, Chat hot on her tail. He had to admit, they got chemistry when it came to parkouring over Paris’ rooftops. It was sort of familiar, but he couldn’t pinpoint why. And while the whole race was fun, the fact that Marinette had such a cute ass to stare at as he tried to catch with her totally helped. Not that he ever stared at her super cute ass, no.

“I win!” Marinette declared victoriously when she landed on her balcony, Chat doing the same just seconds later. She turned around to face him. “So what do you think about this princess’ skills, my knight?” she asked playfully before ringing his bell.

Chat felt his face going red. “Marry me.”



Sunday Morning

Summary: A young man and a young woman run into one another on a Sunday morning at a coffee shop, both of them heartbroken, and rediscover what it means to love and be loved. Bucky x Reader 

 Author’s Note: I’ve been working on this one for a bit. It’s basically the feel-good romance no one ever expected me to write (me included) 

 Words: ~2900

Originally posted by writingandcoffeehouse

Bucky used to love Sunday mornings. They were meant for sleeping in, for curling against the soft, tender body that slept next to him.

They’d had five years of Sunday mornings, of her soft sighs in his ear as she stirred from her sleep, bright green eyes blinking sleepily up at him as he kissed her plush, pink lips. Five years of Sunday mornings, of making coffee in a pair of boxers; of her arms wrapping around him from behind, a soft cheek against his bare back. Five years of Sunday mornings, of sitting at the breakfast bar in their pajamas, her thumb wiping jelly off the corners of his mouth.

Five years of Sunday mornings, wasted.

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Watch Me Babygirl [10]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] [pt.4] [pt.5] [pt.6] [pt.7] [pt.8] [previous part]

“Woah are you okay? You look tired as hell.”

You sighed, leaning your head against the cool surface of your locker door. You simply sighed, not in the mood to explain to Hoseok why you looked so exhausted.

You jumped at the sudden pressure on your shoulder and turned to look at Hoseok. He looked concerned and you didn’t blame him. In all honesty, it looked as if somebody had punched you in face. The bags underneath your eyes were gigantic and dark and you entire face was overall unnaturally gaunt.

“Hey if you don’t feel like dancing today you don’t have to. As long as you still feel up to watching…” he said, his tone soft and sympathetic.

“Hey maybe dancing will actually wake me up,” you replied, shrugging before taking a drink from your water bottle.

He nodded, placing a hand on either side of your head and squishing your cheeks in.

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swipe right [smut]

A;N: Things and people you meet are not always what they seem. 

Pairing: StilesxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Explicit Content.

Word count: .9,612

Listen to me.

Originally posted by stilinskisvoid

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I Want Action

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Characters: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1,323

Warnings: a drop of angst maybe, SMUT, car sex, breath play?, some dirty talk, interrupting Sam

(the lyrics used from I Want Action by Poison are italicized


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The Compliment Game

(Still writers blocked. Here’s an old story I’ve never posted before, it’s good but I always felt like it deserved a second part and could never come up with one. It works as a one shot but it just could be… y’know?) Eighth Year fic, 3K word count.

“Welcome to detention, lads,” Ruz Yarrow, their new Potions professor, said with a pleasant smile and a lovely Scottish lilt.

Draco kept his gaze locked on his hands in his lap. Harry bit his lip nervously. Professor Yarrow didn’t give detentions out often and they were rumored to the worst. Only no one would say what happened in them, and a bunch of kids with active imaginations only conjured the worst possible scenarios. It was all a little unsettling.

Professor Yarrow had that way about her. She was only five foot five and slight as a wisp, with curly brown hair that was almost always tied back, brown skin and eyes; and yet she was always a bit unnerving. It might have had something to do with the way she always seemed to be smiling like something delightfully awful was just about to happen. She was a very good teacher but took an inordinate amount of glee out of cauldron explosions. Sometimes she even caused them herself, as teaching examples. It was most of the student body’s opinion that the new Potions Professor had a very strange personality indeed.

Professor Yarrow circled around behind them, “See those cauldrons?” she stopped between their shoulders and pointed to the stack of cauldrons reaching the ceiling, stinking of sulfur and dragon liver.

They both nodded and relaxed just a touch, scrubbing cauldrons wasn’t that bad, it was sort of what was expected in a detention.

“Good,” Yarrow went on, “Keep them in mind now, y'hear? During this detention the two of y'are gonna play-” she paused, apparently for effect, “-a compliment game.”

“A what?!” They both blurted, turning around to stare up at her.

Professor Yarrow smiled that gentle unnerving smile of hers, as she walked around back in front of them, “Y'heard me. It’s simple, y'ken. Just take turns give'n each other compliments. If'n y'can’t, or y'say somethin’ a bit rude or cruel, y’ll washs a cauldron wit a dollop of elbow grease, while the rest of us watches you wit scorn and maybe mockery for bein’ a right silly bugger.”

Harry and Draco looked at each other with apprehension.

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