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so i heard you like bad boys

Originally posted by jimiyoong

genre: fluff fluff and more fluff; uni!au; friends to lover!au; drabble

pairing: yoongi x reader

length: 4.7k

summary: while others see min yoongi as the resident heartthrob of the school - quiet, resilient, and mysterious - you can’t see him as anything other than your dorky best friend since childhood; but what you don’t know is his long desire to be anything but that, even if it means becoming the bad boy in town… or at least try to.

“my hobby is making fun of you when you talk.”

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dragon age starters

feel most free to change pronouns ,  etc .

❝ it doesn’t matter that they won’t remember me. what matters is i helped. ❞
❝ bad things should happen to bad people. ❞
❝ i’m here to set things right. also ? to look dashing. that part’s less difficult. ❞
❝ planning has never been my strong suit . now, killing…killing & love-making. those i am better at. ❞
❝ oh ! we could get matching outfits ! ❞
❝ i’m not saying i should be your first pick for a dance partner at the ball , but in the deep roads , i’m your man / woman. ❞
❝ draw your weapon & say that again ! ❞
❝ we’re here to kill them all, yes ? for sport ? ❞
❝ you tend to get up to interesting things. you meet interesting people & then you kill them. ❞
❝ i never worry, darling. a leash can be pulled from either end. ❞
❝ it’s like you need permission to be alive. ❞
❝ has anyone told you what marvelous eyes you possess, my dear ? ❞
❝ have you ever licked a lamp post in winter ? ❞
❝ i’ll try not to hit anyone. ❞
❝ there you are. everyone’s been looking for you. ❞
❝ the last man standing gets final say on who is right or wrong. ❞
❝ i like my hair the way it is, thank you. ❞
❝ do you think about how to kill everyone you meet ? ❞
❝ are you… sassing me, ____? ❞
❝ yes, but she/you seems more… “ooh, pretty colors !” than “muahaha ! i am princess stabbity ! stab, kill, kill ! ❞
❝ congratulations ! you have found a wastebin . ❞
❝ what are you going to do with that sword ? ❞
❝ not listening ! la la-la la la ! ❞
❝ i saw you looking at the girl/boy in town earlier . ❞
❝ anyone wishing to accuse me of weakness is welcome to try. ❞
❝ …did you cut your own hair ? ❞
❝ ”one by one they follow, drowning in the sea”. the rest of the poem is sad.. ❞
❝ you aren’t all stone, ____. there is a person inside of you. ❞
❝ we crush the heads of rude women when we feel like it. just so you know. ❞
❝ protect what matters with everything you have, or you’ll have nothing, and deserve it. ❞
❝ i want you to know that what we had was real. ❞
❝ in the end you are always alone with your actions. ❞
❝ somebody’s been drinking. ❞
❝ let’s show them our hearts, and then show them theirs.. ❞
❝ do you feel that ? my magic-sensing nose is tingling. ❞
❝ well, shit. ❞
❝ you worry me, you know that ? ❞
❝ i’m cold. & it’s indoors. this is so wrong. ❞
❝ i saw what you were doing back there. ❞
❝ we will never speak of this again. ❞
❝ you’re a big softie ! ❞ 
❝ i’ve got just the thing to cure that pout. ❞
❝ eight, nine, now you die. ❞
❝ daughters never grow up. they remain six years old with pigtails & skinned knees forever. ❞
❝ i don’t need my pants, anyway. ❞
❝ smiles. we must be careful how we present ourselves. ❞
❝ be careful what you wish for. power is treacherous. i have seen many people–great leaders–consumed by it. ❞
❝ don’t touch me ! stay away ! ❞
❝ i think of him/you/her as much as he/you/she thinks at all. ❞
❝ i knew nothing of friendship before we met. ❞
❝ you can approve or not approve as you wish, but this is one thing you cannot influence and mold to your liking. ❞
❝ there you go, breaking my heart. ❞ 
❝ does anyone else feel the verge to vomit? ❞
❝ i…love you. just… wanted to tell you that. ❞
❝ let those who would destroy us step into the light. ❞
❝ it’s dangerous when too many men in the same armor think they’re right. ❞
❝ if you love a character, you give them pain, ruin their lives, make them suffer. maybe even throw in a heroic death. ❞
❝ i do quite like watching you leave. ❞
❝ send him a fruit basket. everyone loves those. ❞
❝ did i stutter ? ❞
❝ are you kidding ? i’m surprised you didn’t kill anyone just coming over here. ❞
❝ the world may want my time, but you have my heart ❞
❝ have you ever heard the saying ‘let sleeping abominations lie’?  now would be the time to consider it. ❞
❝ that sounded much better in my head . ❞
❝ i have an excellent sense of dramatic timing. & good hair.  ❞
❝ the air hurts. i have to stop. ❞
❝ challenge someone to arm-wrestle me. ❞
❝ so, you’re not like a lot of other girls/boys. ❞
❝ not long ago this was impossible to imagine. you, the man i love, victory close at hand. ❞
❝ how do you do that ? make everything better with a smile ? ❞
❝ it gets no easier. your struggles have only just begun. ❞
❝ there comes a time when you must stop running, when you turn & face the tiger.  ❞
❝ it’s family, you protect. doesn’t matter who it is, blood or not. ❞
❝ perhaps we should carve our names into the giant tree ? ❞
❝ hey ! that’s mine ! ❞
❝ our mistakes make us who we are. ❞
❝ fear makes men more dangerous than magic ever could. ❞
❝ don’t let anyone tell you when to move on. take their hand & say, “my choice". ❞
❝ words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find. ❞
❝ shitballs. fuck. shit. crap. ❞
❝ living a lie … it festers inside you, like poison. ❞

The Real Housewives of Seoul

Suho:/having Tea with the girls/ So I have something that I need to tell you guys

Jin:/sips his tea/ What is it? Did you finally send that evil one away? You know…to be fixed and shit

Suho:/laughs/ Ooh no…Its about a certain someone in which we all don’t talk to anymore

N:/confused/ Who?

Key:/flips his hair/ Isn’t it obvious..it’s Kris..Yifan..the one that was bald but now has hair

Suho;/ gives him that go to hell look/ 

Key:/rolls his eyes/ What?

Jinyoung: Wait..are you talking about Heechul?

Suho:/nods/ Yes..i have gotten in touch with him and Invited him over to Join us

Jin:/gasps/ No no no

N; Are you crazy Suho?!


Suho:/in the confession booth/ Hell to the mother fucking yeah I did. Key’s bitching has been getting on my nerves a lot lately. So I figured why not bring out a bigger and better bitch…..Facts

Jinyoung;/looks over at Key with wide eyes/ Hey..maybe ..maybe he’s changed. Once we shunned him maybe he realized what a shitty person he actually was . 

Key; That..is…so..fucking…stupid

Jinyoung:/rolls his eyes/ Have you ever considered that maybe you guys could actually be friends if you would just learn how to set your egos aside

Key:/glares/ Looky here..I am not here for a damn therapy session..you always so damn wise and positive and I’m so sick of it

Jinyoung: Now you look here now bitch I have-

Suho:/stands up when he sees Heechul coming/ HEECHUL

Jin:/chokes on his tea/

N: /shoves a big ass cookie in his mouth/

Key:/ drops his glass/ THE FUCK

Heechul: Hello bitches~

Jinyoung:/nervously/ Hi Heechul…haven’t seen you in a while

Key: Damn Heechul..you look rough

Heechul:/flips his hair as he sits down beside Suho and Jin/ You are still the same I see

Key: But better 

Jin: Soo Heechul you look great..what have you been up to lately?

Heechul: Oh you know Variety Shows and  a couple modeling gigs

Key:/laughs as he eats a scone/

Heechul: I’m sorry..miss piggy is there something funny


Jin:/laughs his signature laugh/

N; So how are the kids doing?

Heechul: All grown and up out of my nest…Finally. They’re all doing great. By the way I heard Ravi’s mixtape not bad

N:/proud mama/ Yes my baby works hard

Heechul: Oh Jin I’m really proud of you and the boys. Your hard work really paid off.

Jin:/smiles/ Ooh thanks..its been quite the journey but like anyone can reach their goals as long as they try and work hard

Heechul:/smiles as he nods/ And Jinyoung I see you and your acting skills.making me all proud and shit..you keep doing you boo boo

Jinyoung:/smiles shyly looking down/

Heechul: And Suho, You are such a strong person. Being a single and all..I can’t imagine what all you had to go through..but I am so proud of you for coming through so strong 

Key:/coughs/ He’s an alcoholic~ /cough/

Suho:/flips him off as he hugs Heechul/ It’s been rough but i’m doing just fine

Key:/points at them laughing while looking at the cameras/ Are y’all seeing this shit

Heechul:/pulls away and looks at Key/ I would ask what you’ve been up to..but apparently nothing really

Key: Hah..look here you pitbull… I don’t know know why you’re here all of a sudden but you’re not about to take me down. 

Heechul: Says the one who’s hair extensions fell out when he was getting down and dirty with his boo

N : Oooh no she didn’t

Key: Bitch I still looked sexy.. You the one who be taking out your extensions looking like splice

Heechul: Oh hell no bitch

Jinyoung: Not this shit again..CAN I GET SOME VODKA

Jin:/laughing his ass off/ SHE DID THAT

Key:/smiles at Jin/ Yass bitch I went there.. this hoe trying to bring a bitch down and I wasn’t having that with her bald headed as-

Heechul:/throws his tea at his face/

Suho:/gasps because damn/

Key:/wipes his face/ YOU WHORE /jumps over the table and tackles Heechul/

Jin:/screams because tf/

Jinyoung:/Downs the bottle of vodka/

Security:/ runs in to break up the fight/

Suho:/ in the confession booth laughing/ Karma’s a bitch

“Meeting in three.”

“Ok, thanks.” You responded to your fellow employee, gathering any material that you thought was going to be necessary.

“Come on, come on!” Your friend Jane walked into your office, so the both of you could go together.

“Alright,” You laughed while meeting her at the door and starting your way to the conference room.

“So how’s it like working for Harry?” She asked winking at you.

“You’re gross, you know that.” You shook your head laughing.

“Hey—he’s rich, handsome and young, you can’t get any better than that.”

“Well then why don’t you date him? I’m sure—“

“Good morning ladies.” You were cut off by Harry himself and looked at Jane.

“Morning, Mr. Osborn.” Your friend spoke, when you didn’t. “Oh would you look at that, I think he just checked you out… Oh crap, how long do you think he was behind us?” She asked, giving you a petrified look causing you to laugh.

“Hello everybody, please have a seat.”

To tell the truth, you were head over heels in love with Harry Osborn. You knew him from a young age; your mothers being best friends and always setting up play dates with you two. You were appreciative that he gave you a job working for him, but it only made it more difficult to conceal the fact. Now, here was your friend, shipping you and him like her life depended on it.

You snapped out of your thoughts and happened to catch Felicia Hardy, one of Harry’s assistant, leaning over whispering in his ear. She brought her hand to his chest and kept it there for a few seconds, before removing it when the guest speaker cleared his throat. You looked away, instantly becoming infuriated that she was all over him like that; and then in a meeting. You weren’t really the jealous type, but she definitely struck a nerve.

“Have the either of you came up with a plan to how we’re going to get the other big guys on board? Without the help of these other companies, we might as well throw in the towel now and forget about Project X3.”

“No Sir,” Felicia cleared her throat, “Although we can just keep G-Industries in the dark and use them as a last resort.”


“I’m with her. We’ll wait out the other ones and come back to G if all else fails.”

Perhaps it was the fact that you were already wound up which made you speak. You, the quiet worker who sat in her office and never really socialized with anyone, now had the eyes of approximately twenty workers on her.

“I think we need to hit the other companies head on. Tell them our plans and make it seem like it’ll be crazy not to join in. I know, from experience, that G-Industries won’t take any deal we throw at them,” You stole a quick glance at Felicia and Harry and continued on, “These are all men who are willing to gamble and get their name known at anything. The longer we hold out on them, the better the chance something more advanced and impressive, goes up.” The whole room was staring at you and at any given moment you could have fell flat on your ass. Jane was probably the most shocked; her eyes as big as saucers and bottom jaw practically on the floor. The speaker gave you a look and leaned back in his chair.

“What is your name young lady?”

“Y/N Y/L/N, sir. I’m Mr. Osborn’s manager.” You replied, head held high, prepared to take any sarcastic or crude comment he’d throw your way.

“Well Miss. Y/L/N, you’re probably the first person I’ve met who hasn’t been afraid to speak their minds around me. I find your idea to be ‘a breath of fresh air’ if you know what I mean.”

“I also took the liberty to get in touch with some of my contacts to find out annual cost and expenses that each company has,” You put your folder down to pull out charts and slid them over to the man, “Here is some info about the four establishments we are most interested in.” You watched as he skimmed over the documents then back to you.

“How would you like to come work for me? I could use someone like you; on top of your game and fresh ideas.” He asked sitting upright.

“Now hold on,” Harry jumped up from his seat getting everyone’s attention, “Y/N works for me and I value her as an employee.”

“Miss. Y/L/N?” You looked back over and from the corner of your eye; you could see Harry still staring at you.

“I wouldn’t mind expanding.” You answered resulting in some quiet ‘oohs’ from a few of the male workers.

“Great, when you’ve made a final decision contact me,” He handed you a card with his number on it and flashed a smile, “ S.H.I.E.L.D. will be happy to have you.” You nodded and looked down at your watch.

“If you’ll excuse me,” You stole a glance from the card then back to him, “Mr. Fury I have another meeting to attend.” You shook the man’s hand and walked out with Jane feeling proud.

“Did that really just happen?” She questioned, trying to keep up with your fast pace.

“I think so.” You smiled at her quickly.

“Man, you should have seen Harry’s and Felicia’s face when he handed you his card.”

“I hadn’t noticed.” You muttered.

“Oh, speaking of—I gotta go.” You stopped walking when Jane broke away from you leaving you by yourself, or so you thought.

“What the hell was that?” Harry asked, making you turn around.

“What was what?”

“That back there! Saying how you’re willing to expand?”

“Exactly that Harry, I’m willing to expand my career outside of Oscorp. We’ve talked about this before when you first gave me a job.”

“I didn’t think it’d be anytime soon!” He yelled capturing the attention of some other employers. You gave them a smile and pushed Harry into your office which was thankfully close by.

“No, but you knew the day would come where I wasn’t working with you anymore…  Plus; you’ll have Felicia by your side, whether that’s on your bed or working, is up to you.” You turned on your heel for the door, but Harry grabbed your wrist, spinning you around.

“That’s what this is about? Felicia?” He laughed, making your blood boil.

“It’s more than that.” You shook your head.

“Really because all I’m seeing right now is you being jealous… Why?”

“I don’t have time for this right now, Harry. I was supposed to be at another meeting a few minutes ago.” You tugged your wrist away, which you hadn’t even notice he was still hanging onto, before walking out the door.

“You know I love you, right?” Harry yelled down the room, bringing everyone else to silence. You froze up, and nearly tripped over yourself. “Ever since we were kids, Y/N… And when you came to work for me, instead of moving with your family to Europe, you made me the happiest guy on Earth. You’ve given up any good thing that came your way to make sure I was ok—to make sure I was alright and the fact that you won’t be here anymore kills me. So please—don’t go.” You turned around and faced your friend, not even sure at this point if you would be able to get out any words.

“I-I have sacrificed many opportunities to protect you,”

“I know! I know you have Y/N.” Harry cut in and began walking to you, a grin spread on his face. You loved seeing him smile and it killed you to say the next part.

“So just this once can you look out for me and let me leave?”  

“What?” He stopped in front of you and swallowed the lump in his throat that had formed there so quickly.

“Do you remember when we were young and we played army together? We would get in trouble for wrestling and you’d tell my mom that being strong didn’t mean I’d have to be a boy. You always said I could be anything I wanted as long as my heart was in it and now that the chance has come along for me to make a name for myself; you’re telling me to stay?”

“If you go… who’s to say I’ll see you again? SHIELD is notorious for that and you know it.”

“No one’s to say… but it’s another sacrifice I’m willing to make.”

“So after he tells you he loves you, you’re going to leave?” An older coworker asked amongst the silence that lay between you and Harry.

“It’s too late,” You answered looking at her from the corner of your eye, “You should have said something sooner.” Your eyes met the ones in front of you.

“After all we’ve been through; you’re willing to throw it all away—for what? To work with Captain America?”

“You know I’ve wanted to work at SHIELD for a while, Harry.”

“Yeah! But the fact that you’re so willing to leave so easily, isn’t sitting with me right Y/N! I love you and I want to keep you by my side, but you just want to leave.” He yelled, beginning to walk closer to you again

“If you love me like you said, you wouldn’t have another woman all over you! A man would own up to his feelings and do something about it! The only reason you’re saying all this now is because you see me slipping away! If I wouldn’t have said anything at the meeting, how much longer were you going to stay quiet? How much longer was I supposed to keep the fact that I am utterly in love with you bottled up? Face it Osborn, you can’t have everything!” You yelled back and headed to the elevator, the wait for the doors to open feeling like eternity.

“Son,” The older coworker spoke up once again drawing Harry’s attention, “If there’s anything old age has taught me, it’s to never stop fighting for the things that you love.” She smiled when Harry ran after you, making it inside the elevator just as the doors shut.

“Harry just don’t, I have—” You were cut off by his lips crashing onto yours. One of his hands gently, but firmly balled a fist of your hair while the other pulled you closer to his body.

“I was scared alright…” He said, his lips brushing against yours. “I was scared to tell you, I didn’t know you felt the same.”

“I have loved you for a while, Harry Osborn.” You smiled, placing your forehead against his.

“Does that mean you’ll stay?” He asked, drawing himself away from you even though he didn’t want to.

“I didn’t say that.”  

“Are you serious?” He questioned, throwing his hands in the air.

“Just kiss me, we can talk later.” You said grabbing his collar and crashing your lips to his this time.

“Kiss me all you want,” He got out as he pecked down your neck, “That doesn’t mean… I’m going… To. Just. Let. You. Go. That easily.” His mouth connected with your skin in the rhythm of his words.

“You have about fifteen floors to make me stay,” You groaned as he found your sweet spot, “That’s granted we don’t have to stop for other people.”

“Well then, I guess desperate times call for desperate measures.” The side of his fist hit the emergency stop button, making the elevator stay in its place. “Its thirty minutes before the fire department comes to get us out, right?” You bit your bottom lip nodding and Harry went on to unrelentingly convince you to stay with him.

I just got this image in my head of Sherlock after TFP. He apologizes to Molly, and she thinks everything is back to normal. He keeps trying to tell her how he feels, but he is wildly out of his element. So he googles sciency (yes I know that’s not a word but I’m gonna use it anyway) pick up lines and starts trying to use them on Molly. His attempts are… not successful.

“Are you my appendix? Because I have a feeling I should take you out.”

“Of course, Sherlock. Chinese or Italian? I’ll message John and he can bring Rosie along too!”

“I wish I were adenine because then I could get paired with U.”

“Sorry, what was that? I had my headphones in!” *giggles*

“Molly, you’re so cute you make my zygomaticus muscles contract.”

“Aw! You make me smile, too, Sherlock! You’ve become such a good friend.”

“Lets meet somewhere… you bring your beaker and I’ll bring my stirring rod.”

“Ooh, did you want to continue that experiment on the effects of temperature on bodily fluids? Sounds like fun.”

(Molly secretly knows what’s going on but she enjoys his efforts too much to stop teasing him. He deserves to sweat, after all, after everything he’s put her through over the years.)

Sherlock finally decides he’s had enough one day, and just barges into the lab, where he promptly snogs the life out of his pathologist. (Molly doesn’t complain.)

Get Your Days Straight

Request: hey can you write some fluff with jason todd and reader who just dont whant to get out of bed on a sunday morning :D
Requested by: @galaxybutterfly23

Word Count: 839

Requests are Open HERE.

AN: This was really fun to write, especially taking it in a bit of a different direction to start!

You woke up with a familiar sense of panic, and a glance to your bedside alarm clock plainly told you why.  You were supposed to be at work ten minutes ago.  You knew that if you skipped the bulk of your usual morning routine, you might be able to keep your tardiness to less than an hour.

As you moved to the dresser, you looked longingly at the bed and felt quite the pang of envy that no matter how much he deserved it, Jason would be able to stay in the comfortable and warm embrace of your bed for a while longer.

You tried to zip around the room as quickly and quietly as possible so you wouldn’t disturb your peacefully sleeping boyfriend’s rest.  Despite your efforts, Jason began to stir at the feeling of a rapidly cooling bed beside him.  Barely opening his eyes to see you frantically trying to pull yourself together and get dressed, Jason groggily asked, “What are you doing?”

Without stopping your search for a presentable enough outfit to wear to work, you responded in a gentle and hushed tone, “Go back to sleep.  I’m just late for work.”

You had figured that answer would satisfy him and allow you to get to work.  Instead, Jason took a moment to sit up in bed as he watched you hop around trying to get your pants on.  You could see the confusion etched onto his sleepy features as he continued to stare and question. “Why are you going to work?”

Jason knew for all of his personal flaws and shortcomings that seemed to make you love him more, one of your greatest flaws that he loved so much is that you tend to overwork yourself.  Today looked like it was no different, especially since it was Sunday and your office was closed.  Jason figured you were either going into work on your own time to work on something that was bothering you, or more likely, since you said you were late, you woke up thinking it was Monday and it sent into a tailspin.

“Honey, you rid the streets of Gotham scum at night, and I go to work during the week because one, I like my work and two, I can’t pay our bills using the unmarked bills you get from any job you work with Roy,” you explained, confirming his suspicions that you had overworked yourself to a point of losing track of what day it is.

Jason knew his best bet would be to gently jog your memory that today was in face Sunday and you had a whole day to relax before the stress of work set in for the week.  He looked over to find you half-dressed and kneeling to try and find your shoes under the bed.  Jason leaned across the bed to where you were looking under it and asked, “Babe, what did we have for dinner last night?”

Without hesitation or stopping your search, you automatically responded, “Thai takeout from that restaurant that Tim recommended.  I have leftovers in the fridge.”

It seemed you would need a little more prompting to fully realize the mistake in your logic.  Jason tried again, “And, sweetheart, when do we do that?” He tried to ask sweetly without condescension.

“Saturday nights, wh-ooh,” you cut yourself off as the realization finally hit.  You pulled your lips into a thin line as you attempted to hide your embarrassed and guilty smile, a faint blush creeping onto your face and neck.

Jason chuckled to himself as he moved to lay back down in the bed.  You made quick work of removing the pants you had just fought and hopped around to get on, amused that even your work pants had been trying to stop you from leaving today.  You were still wearing Jason’s t-shirt from last night as you climbed back into bed.

You settled yourself comfortably back into Jason’s strong arms, placing a faint, sweet kiss to his cheek before settling your head on his broad chest.  You let out a content little sigh, happy to let the steady sound of his heartbeat lull you back to sleep.  Your eyelids were feeling heavier with the soothing feeling of Jason’s fingers tracing their way up and down your back.  Thinking about how quickly you managed to get un-ready and back into bed upon realizing it was Sunday, Jason once again began to chuckle to himself, bringing your attention back up to him. “So, what would you like to do on your new found day off?”

You pretended to ponder the question, but knew neither one of you would be getting back out of the bed until one of your bodies demanded it. “This.” The reply was simple, but full of love.  You placed another kiss to his chest above his heart and snuggled up a little bit closer.

As Jason placed a kiss to the crown of your head, you decided that this was a much better way to spend your Sunday.  


Originally posted by kal-el

Clark Kent x Reader

Request:Can I please have the prompts “I missed something didn’t I?” And “I have a question” with superman please?

Word Count: 1042

Warnings: Slight swearing.

Y/n sat in the living room of her apartment waiting for Clark to come home from work. The thing was though, he had gotten off a couple of hours ago but yet he was still not home, and worry was starting to settle in the pit of her stomach. So she decided to text Lois to see if she knew where Clark was and didn’t get a reply until twenty minutes later. Quickly grabbing her phone when heard the ding, she read the message, telling her that he was here and that she should come over. And Y/n did.

Grabbing her keys and throwing on a pair of converses, she was out the door, rushing towards her car. As she drove, panic started to set in, why exactly would Clark be at Lois’ apartment?

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College AU - Jisung

so here is college au jisung which is i admit not that like fluff with all romance in it but like just meeting jisung and finding out how funny and a great person he is 

anyways onto the AU!


  • so college was never really your thing
  • school in general wasn’t your thing 
  • like who could understand those math problems that the teachers gave like those fraction ones with the 4x + 3 on top of 5 which equals another fraction like that 
  • (srry needed to get my feelings out bc i literally could not understand that for a hot minute)
  • but to be honest this was like your 3rd college you were attending because you weren’t really the smartest in the bunch 
  • you were also trying to become a therapist but in your year suddenly everyone thought that they ALSO wanted to become a therapist too so it became so compacted 
  • and that was added competition 

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She’s leaving, Dean.

Pairing: Sam x Trisha (oc), Sam x Reader, Dean, Crowley
Word count: 19,583
: Swearing, angry Sam, smut, NSFW gifs
Co-authored with: @reigningqueenofwords
A/N: So, this is us just screwing around. We’re winging it.  Also, we tried to keep things as close to their personalities as possible, and if a power isn’t in the show…just go with it haha- Brittiny
Original post date :
April 4th, 2016

Chapeter 1 of She’s Leaving, Dean.

“Sammy?” You called out, walking in the door. You’d been out on a solo hunt for a few days, and missed your best friend. You adored him, and would have jumped at the chance to be with him…but you didn’t think he felt the same way. Dean knew about your crush. It wasn’t like you did a good job of hiding it.

Figuring that he was in his room, you dropped your bag off on your bed before walking to his. You debated on knocking or not. Normally it didn’t matter, so you shrugged it off. Opening the door, you hadn’t expected to see another person with him.

You cursed under your breath and quietly shut the door hoping they hadn’t seen you. Once the door was shut, you leaned on it for a second, took a deep breath and went to your room.

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Tired of Waiting

Sam Winchester x Reader

1350 Words

Story Summary:  Crushing hard on the younger Winchester, you aren’t sure you will ever act on your feelings. Then Dean comes along, trying to help you out.

Another day, another book in front of you as you tried to find a way to stop the Darkness before she destroyed the world. Tossing it onto the ever growing stack, you grabbed another one, opening it, but not really seeing the words in front of you.

You were tired of researching, itching to head out for a hunt. To get your hands dirty, and to forget about the fact that you were currently in love with a man who thought of you as his little sister. Even sitting here, right now, you had a hard time keeping your eyes on the book in front of you and not the messy mop of hair on the other side of the table. He was invested in his book, his wide shoulders hunched as he speed read through the book that was in multiple languages. That was another thing that drew you to him. It wasn’t just his long shiny locks that you were itching to run your fingers through. Or even the multi-faceted eyes of his that were so full of life and hope. It wasn’t even the long lean legs or strong chest. He was incredibly smart and humble, and putting those with his handsome features, it wasn’t hard to see why you had fallen for the man.

“You okay Y/N?” He asked, his eyes full of concern as he saw you staring. Nodding, you ducked your head back down. Reaching over, he grasped your hand. “Why don’t you take a break? You’ve been hitting the books for quite a while now. I’ve got it.”

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Tinder part 2. - Jack Maynard Imagine

So here’s the part 2. Dramaaaa! I already have an idea for part three, so don’t you worry, it’s not over yet.

Also, I feel like I need to think of some names for the friends, it feels funny to write Y/F/N, Y/F/N2, Y/F/N3. I dunno. Let me know.

Again sorry for my poor English, let me know if its too hard to read.

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Hickey problems

Pairing: Enjolras x reader

Summary: Modern!AU. A suspicious hickey on Enjolras’ neck creates a lot of shenanigans.

Warnings: swearing (it’s me, what did you expect?!), an ooc Enjolras?

A/N: I’m such a baaaaad person ugh! But I love your feedback so so much! :)

Originally posted by longnightsandcigarettes

Enjolras felt good. Extremely good. He was walking down the street with a skip in his steps and he was ready to keep another meeting, sure he would definitely ace it. The crispy autumn air was tickling his skin in the most delicious way and he couldn’t wait to enter the comfy atmosphere of the coffee house where all the meetings were usually taken. It was in the campus and it was the place where his Y/n worked between a lesson and the other.

Yes, his Y/n.

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Dating Lydia Martin Would Include...

anon ask : Dating Lydia Martin would include?

A/N : hi this is pretty short compared to my other headcannons but i wanted to tell you guys that i’ll probably be posting once or twice a week, depending on my schedule but upcoming requests are ‘Jealous Malia Tate’ and ‘Jealous Veronica Lodge’

Masterlist / Ask me

Originally posted by aimingforolicity

  • lydia is so W H I P P E D 
  • you’re the first person she’s ever truly fell in love with 
  • bc when it comes to dating, she can literally get anyone she wants 
  • but when she met you, she became flustered and shy 
  • you make her have butterflies and make her heart beat faster which is something she’s not used to 
  • she gets kinda scared of being in love, so she pretends to hate you and she avoids you but thats kinda hard when you’re also a part of scott’s pack right? 
  • you’re also in most of her classes since ur pretty smart too, so avoiding you was a lot harder than she thought 

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The cat knows what you did in the dark

Mmmm I feel like getting more through Night in the Woods right now. Let’s get at it~

  • I continue to really like Mae’s mom. She feels like a real mom instead of like…fictional mom.
  • Wait I wanna get on the power lines and stargaze if I can!
  • Ooh we’re finally getting more info on that arm on the ground
  • …Okay not that much info I guess
  • Oh right we gotta go tell the pastor about Bruce
  • Mae must be looking real bad, pretty much everyone is encouraging her to go to the doctor
  • Ah, okay! Today we’re gonna go with Angus to the park!
  • Hopefully get to know him a bit better
  • “Thaaaaat’s history!” I’m seeing shades of “Thaaaaat’s politics!”
  • …And those lines were both delivered by brown bears
  • Awww poor Angus is struggling with these hills
  • …And now it’s dark and spooky
  • Somehow this whole area feels familiar…did we do this already in Nightmare Land?
  • Is this in reference to that demo that was out earlier? That focused on the constellations? I didn’t get to play that
  • Apparently we found Monstro and the illuminati in these constellations here
  • …..ANGUS :((((
  • “I believe in a universe that doesn’t care…and people who do.” /crying
  • Also it was so interesting having the constellations do the “talking” in that scene
  • Mae don’t antagonize the creeper
  • Suddenly it’s gettin’ trippy
  • Mae seriously don’t go looking for all that by yourself YOU HAVE YOUR BUDS HERE
  • Oh good the whole gang is going with
  • Sure let’s just trek through the creepy abandoned mine carts into the threatening red light sounds great
  • The fuck is going on with this
  • Wait I’m at part 4 now??
  • (I don’t even remember getting to part 3)
  • What happeneeeedd
  • I am…now…playing as Bea?
  • I’m so confused as to what’s going on now
  • Okay uh…I guess we’re back with Mae now…who is not in good shape…
  • Apparently the town is now devoid of buildings
  • Or sense-making
  • Is he the cosmic janitor??
  • Back in the bedroom…back on the street…so I am starting to suspect that none of this is actually happening
  • Okay so no this part is? So much is happening so fast it’s like whaaaat
  • Oh no backstory with Mae and why she beat up that kid
  • …And that explains the weird pointing statue in the first Nightmare Mode
  • Mae noooo don’t go wandering off again
  • Oshiiiit guy just got arrow’d
  • Sure heck let’s just go into the abandoned mine in the dark with just a crossbow S O U N D S G O O D
  • Dangit I may need to stop here since I’m running out of time
  • Okay yeah I don’t have time to devote further
  • I’M GONNA TRY AND FINISH THIS TOMORROW. I thiiiink I’m close to the end?
  • If not tomorrow then at least this weekend

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Diary Pt6

You were pacing your tree house, trying to keep yourself sane after what you just saw.

After fantasizing about it for so long you finally saw it in person.

Peter and Felix getting intimate together.

You were embarrassed initially, but now you were just aroused. No, aroused is an understatement, you were downright horny.

You had just literally witnessed your wet dreams come true.

You threw yourself onto your bed and clutched your pillow as you rubbed your thighs together. You were going nuts, if you didn’t do something you were going to explode.

Just as you were going to remove your clothes there was a knock on your door.

And before you had the chance to say “GO AWAY!” in walked Peter and Felix.

You sat straight up.

‘I am so sorry, I didn’t meant to interrupt you guys.’ you said immediately.

‘Its OK, we aren’t mad, the opposite actually.’ Peter said.

‘We were actually had a little…offer for you.’ Felix said.

‘Offer?’ you asked.

‘Join us.’ they said.

‘We still want you (Y/N), and we know you still want us. And while we were waiting for you to decide which one you wanted-’ Felix started

‘We realized we kinda wanted each other too.’ Peter finished as he took Felix’s hand in his own.

‘We thought just us together, we could get over you, but seeing you just now. We didn’t want to be over you.’ Felix said softly.

‘So, how about it, all three  of us together. You don’t have to choose and me and Felix won’t have to either.’ Peter added.

You were so stunned. This was all too good to be true. Them being together, you seeing, this threeway relationship.

‘You read my diary…again, didn’t you.’ you sighed.

‘Busted.’ Felix smiled.

‘Can you blame us, and besides do you even care at this moment? You seem to have…other things on your mind right now.’ Peter smirked as he sat next to you and placed his hand on your thigh.

‘Even if some of it was a lie, the offer still stands.’ Felix added as he sat on the other side.

‘So, do you want to give it a shot?’ Peter asked.

‘I-I uh I don’t know.’ you blushed.

‘How about a teaser of what you have to look forward to if you say yes?’ Felix asked as he began to kiss your neck.

‘Ooh w-wow you’re really good at this.’ you moaned as you tilted your head back.

‘I know, isn’t he.’ Peter smiled as he pulled Felix away from you and pulled him into a kiss.

You bit your lip as you felt yourself become fully aroused once more.

‘O-OK I’m in,  j-just do something.’ you whined.

‘Finally.’ Felix sighed as he removed Peter’s shirt and then pushed him next to you.

‘Someone is eager.’ you smiled.

Felix didn’t respond, he simply removed your pants then did the same to Peter with such a quickness it was amazing.

‘Take off his shirt.’ Felix  ordered.

‘I thought Peter would be the demanding one in this relationship.’ you said as you took off Peter’s shirt.

‘So did I, but I kinda like bossy Felix, in bed anyway.’ Peter smiled before he pulled you into a deep and slow kiss.

You leaned into him and wondered why you had waited so long for this.

You felt Felix begin to kiss your inner thigh.

‘Oh God.’ you gasped.

‘And I haven’t even started yet.’ Felix teased as he began to lick your center.


‘What am I, chopped liver?’ Peter asked as he watched you and Felix.

Felix continued to work his mouth magic as he brought up his hand and began to to stroke Peter, making the leader moan lowly.

‘Oh fuck.’ 

The next few minutes Felix pleasured you and Peter with his hand and mouth.

‘S-stop Felix.’ you panted.

‘Something wrong?’ he asked as he looked up at yo, still working Peter’s shaft.

‘Nothing, you’re doing great, but I think we should take care you now.’ you said as you pulled him up to kiss him.

You could taste yourself on his lips and that should have grossed you out, but it just turned you on even more.

Felix sat on the bed and Peter removed his pants and gave his cock a slow lick.

Felix threw his head back in pleasure as he ran his fingers through Pan’s hair.

You tore off your shirt and bra, then your removed Felix’s cloak and shirt.

Your tree house was filled the sounds of pleasured moans and groans, and this was the beginning of your new life.


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

collab with @rapmoniepapi

summary: you’re friends with a group of trouble makers, ‘junkies’ as the town calls you. but one day, it gets all too much.

1 , 2 , 3, 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 

“(Y/n)! Wake up!” I heard JK say, then proceeded to feel him shake me awake, “Come on! We’re gonna get down to get food, and I don’t wanna carry you, no offense." 

“Shhh, JK, let me carry her. She’s probably tired,” I heard Yoongi say. 

Jungkook was quick to comment, “That’s fine with me, she might hit me if I keep waking her up.”

I heard Jungkook walk off and Yoongi’s footsteps get closer before I heard him talking to me, “I know that you’re awake,” I opened my eyes in response, “I knew it!" 

"Yeah, yeah, but my head hurts,” I said, with a pout on my face, “please carry me,” stretching my arms out.

“Why are you so lazy?” I heard his grumble, before picking me up bridal style and my arms immediately wrapping around him. I felt him start to walk towards the where the boys probably were. 

“Did you guys make a pit stop while I was asleep?” I whispered into his ear. 

“Yeah, surprised you didn’t wake up,“ he said in response, us still whispering. 

"You get used to the loudness, and learn to sleep through it,” I shrugged my shoulders as best as I could in this position, which must of looked funny because I felt his laugh in his chest. 

“You look like a tired koala,” he told me, his chest still rumbling, and I could hear the boys talking getting louder, telling me we were pretty close to them. Yoongi put me down at the front of the fast food joint to open the door. 

“Why thank you my good sir.“ I sarcastically bowed, holding up an imaginary dress. 

"Yeah yeah, I’m a real Prince Charming. Now, get in.” He scooted me inside. 

“Do you wanna come with me to order or go sit down?”

“I needa take a piss. Get me an egg McMuffin and a Sprite…. ooh! And some cookies please!” I answered making puppy dog eyes. 

“A piss, real classy lady,” And he was on his way to the cashier. After you guys were done eating and finally picked out all the fries the boys have thrown in your hair you were on your way again. 

“Can I sleep on you while Jin drives? You’re super warm,” I mumbled, to which Yoongi replied with a simple, “yes,” and sat me down on his lap. 

“Did I ever tell you why we left this town?” I asked him, not looking at him. 

“No, although I did tell you how I got this scar, so why don’t you tell me your story?” he asked, a curiousness to his tone. 

I took a deep breath, “It started when I was 15, I started sneaking out and hanging out with the boys, which my parents hated. They started trying to ground me, or take away certain things that I needed, like my phone, my book bag, anything that I needed, gone. They started to realize that doesn’t work,” I stopped for a second to gather my thoughts and figure out how to say this, “they started to verbally abusing me,” I felt Yoongi’s arm tighten around me, “it wasn’t bad at first, you know? I could ignore it and be fine, but as time went on, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I got called a slut and a whore because my best friends were guys. I got called ugly, a fuck up and so many other things that I don’t even wanna think about,” I took another deep breath, trying not to cry, “one day, the day that I met you for the first time, I was late coming home, and my mom immediately knew I was with the boys, and started yelling at me, and I didn’t answer which made her and my dad even more pissed. My dad finally had enough to where he basically threw me into our glass door. Once I got up, I ran upstairs, and called Joon. The boys came over, Jin and Hoseok came and got me while Joon did something to my parents, i’m not sure what, but I don’t care." 

A beat of silence past before Yoongi spoke up, his voice mixed with angry and curious tone, "What do you mean he did something?" 

"When he got back into the car, they’re was a bunch of blood on his hands,” I told him, leaning my head into his chest. 

“You know, I’ve really only known you for like, what, 2 days now, but I feel protective over you, it might because you remind me of my little sister, and the fact that you’re younger than me. I hope you know you can talk to me,” He told me, pulling me closer, and kissing my forehead. 

“Thank you, Yoongi,” I told him, reaching up and kissing his cheek before settling back into his lap.

A few beats of silence passed before we heard Jin shout, "Come on! Time to go,“ and with that, Yoongi picked me up, and we were on the rode again.

Waking up a few hours later to see I was still in Yoongi’s lap with his arms around me, it was dark outside and Jin was still driving. 

"Jin?” I questioned, my voice raspy from sleep. 

“Jesus, princess, don’t scare me like that,” Jin called from the front seat, his hand over his chest dramatically.

“Sorry,” I said sheepishly, “I was wondering where we were." 

"We’re on the other side of our hometown, so we don’t run into your parents or anyone else,” he told me, “plus I know a dealer out here, and JK has been begging me for weed all fucking week,” he laughed. 

“I know, he’s been bugging me to,” I laughed out, but stopped as soon as Yoongi grumbled in his sleep, “Who’s your dealer?" 

"Kwon Jiyong, or more commonly known as G-Dragon,” he told me, and I let a gasp ring out.

“Wasn’t he in prison for manslaughter?” I questioned. 

“Yeah, he got out a year ago,” he told me, “do you not know the story?" 

"No, tell me!” I said, “I like stories, even though this one involves murder, but go on." 

"Him and Jay used to be like best friends, like through everything, but Jay fucked him over, like big time. Jay told his fiancé what he did to pay for stuff around the house and his fiancé left him. To say G got pissed, would be an understatement, they got into a fight, and G ended up stabbing Jay, out of fury, and ran,” Jin told me. 

“Wait, wouldn’t that be involuntary manslaughter?” I questioned. 

“Technically, yes, but since G ran, and was 18, they made it manslaughter,” he responded, “G is honestly a real chill dude, he’s been through some shit." 

"Haven’t we all?” I grumbled. 

“I thought I was the only one who knew that story,” Yoongi spoke, making me jump and Jin swerve the truck. 

“Jesus fuck, Yoongi!” I said, smacking his chest, in response, he laughed, grabbed my arms and pulled me back into his chest. 

“Calm down babygirl, I didn’t mean to scare you, or you, Jin,” he laughed out, “but, seriously, how do you know that story?" 

"I used to be close with G when we were kids, and when he needed me, I was there,” Jin responded, a bit of edge to his voice. 

“Wait, Jin, did you help G hide from the police?” I questioned sitting up, before Yoongi pulled me back down. 

“Yeah,” Jin said, the edge in his voice getting stronger, “For a few days, until he went out and got caught on his own, so the police had no knowledge of me hiding him out." 

"Damn, Jin, you’re badass as fuck, I couldn’t of done that,” I told Jin, honestly, “Unless it was for you guys, then maybe.”

It was silent after that and Jin didn’t speak until we got to a set of railroad tracks that looked abandoned, and pulling near the grass and parked. 

“Either you guys can wake the boys up so we all can go, which I would prefer incase there are so people I don’t trust here, or I can go by myself,” Jin told us after he turned off the truck, and turned around and looked at us. Yoongi and I looked at each other and nodded, him immediately letting me up and leaned over to where Jungkook was laying over Hoseok and Jimin. I started to poke him. 

“Hey! JK! Wake up!” I semi screamed in his ear, his eyes opening. 

“What?” he grumbled, his voice raspy from sleep.

“We’re getting weed, and we don’t want Jin to go alone,” I told him, and he immediately sat up, waking up Jimin and Hoseok, who immediately started to grumble, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jin waking up Namjoon. 

“Okay, since we’re all awake. We’re going to get week from Kwon Jiyong or better known as G Dragon, and Jin doesn’t know if he brought people with him, so we are going as well,” I spoke to which everyone nodded, and started getting out. We started walking behind Jin, him seeming to know where to go, and Hoseok threw an arm over my shoulder, walking with me side by side, as I laid my head on his shoulders. After walking for a few minutes, we saw someone standing under an old street light. 

“Seokjin?” The deep raspy voice called out, causing Jin to sigh in relief. 

“G,” Jin spoke, walking up to the shadowed figure, giving him a “bro hug”, and then introducing us, “This is (Y/N), Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkook, and Y-” he was cut off my G. 

“Yoongi, it’s good to see you, man. How’s your sister?” G questioned, giving him a “bro hug” as well. 

“Good, I hope. She lives with my grandmother, across the country,” he responded. 

“That’s good, man, anyway, down to business, right?“ G chuckled, "Be lucky we’re friends Jin, or I would of made you pay a lot more for this." 

"That’s good man, trust me, i’m paying for all of us, thanks for the price cut though,” Jin responded, chuckling, grabbing his wallet, counting the money, and handing it to him. G took the money, and put it in his pocket before reaching into his jacket and pulling out 7 sandwiches sized bags filled with weed (this is a terrible description but go with it) and handed them to Jin.

“Don’t smoke it all at onc-” G was cut off by someone walking on rocks, Yoongi immediately stepped in front of me, and G pulled out a knife from his jacket, causing Jin to look at him. 

“What? I’m a drug dealer, I gotta defend myself somehow,” G said, looking back at Jin to which Jin just shrugged his shoulders. As the walking got closer and they came into the light, I put my hand on Yoongi’s arm, and peaked out from the side, and immediately freezing up seeing who it was. 

“Mom? Dad?” My voice no bigger than a whisper.

Yoongi immediately tensed up, and said, his voice sounding angry as fuck, “those are your parents, princess?”

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okay listen. i was on my pinof marathon and when i got to the bloopers for pinof 6, i think for the first time in my life i finally heard dan say 'looking hot' in his natural deep voice while he was drawing phil's nose. why tf did i not hear that the first 792 watches? i felt like i was a huge third wheel and watching something that we weren't supposed to see. just imagine dan telling phil he's hot every single day. i can't i just can't

Ooh, the ritualistic pinof marathon. I have not yet embarked, but I suppose I should before the new one. 

I do love that ‘lookin’ hot’ moment. The bloopers in general are such a goldmine. 

things tie together

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She practically growled at her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was over-thinking it, probably.

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


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

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

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

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

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

“Chat Noir,” Marinette whispered.

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

Donna and Harvey’s first halloween as a couple. Harvey not pleased about the “couple costume” idea.

donna and harvey argue over which couple’s costume to wear

“His and Hers”

“Hey, stranger.” Her voice is a low tease whens she speaks, slim form leaning against the door to his office as she watches him, slightly hidden behind his computer.

“Donna, I’m working.” He tells her without looking up, trying but failing to sound annoyed when a smile creeps onto his face.

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