sighs at her modelling for them

Stereotypical (2)

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: swearing, flirting, mentions of child abuse and alcoholism (past), none other yet.

Summary: As a PA/secretary, you are all too familiar with the fantasies nearly all men share: banging their hot assistant. Former jobs haven’t worked out for you for that exact reason, and now starting out at a new company, as the secretary for the CEO of the hottest modelling agency in the country, you’re hoping this one will be different. But after meeting your new boss, Mr J.B. Barnes, you’re not so sure if it will be. Then again, maybe Mr Barnes is not as stereotypical as you think he is.  

A/N: Part two! It’s gonna be a sloooooow burn. (sorry, not sorry) Mention of Naomi Campbell; just saying: I don’t mean anything by it. I love her. Ok? Ok. 

“You enjoying yourself?”

James leaned over your shoulder just as you told another model to take his shirt off (one of the perks of your job)

You snickered, “Always. I love my job”

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Good Kitty

Also on AO3
Chronologically follows “Nightmare Fuel,” but can stand on its own. 


Marinette twirled around, feeling the fabric swing around her legs as it swirled around her.

“Slow it down just a little,” Chat suggested.  "Purrfect.“

His praise made her heart beat a little faster.  Their photoshoot in the evening sunlight of the middle of summer wasn’t the only reason she was warm

"Keep the smile and when I tell you to freeze, I want you to just stop spinning,” he said.  "Got it?“

"Better hurry up before I tip over,” she replied.

“Aaaand… Freeze!”

The skirt of the dress obeyed the laws of physics and continued wrapping around her before eventually swaying back like a pendulum.  The world still seemed to spin around her, and she was relieved to feel his steadying arm around her her a moment later.  "Oooooh.  Sooooo dizzy.“  She laughed.

"I’d like to do a couple more of those to be sure I really captured the swing of the fabric,” he said, brushing his lips against her forehead.  "But you won’t have to twirl so long for those.“

"You’re really good at this stuff,” she said, slipping her arms around his waist, and blinking up at him as Paris continued to rock and sway in her distorted vision.

“Uhhh… I am?” he seemed genuinely surprised.

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I Hate You/ You Love Me (Josh Dun) SMUT

Originally posted by tylerjosephappreciation


Word Count: 3000+

Warnings: Blowjob, Sexy Pictures (Is that even a real warning?) 

Request:  I would like to request a little smutty thingy about josh getting a boner and getting all flustered and Tyler and a bunch of his friends notice and mess with him. For the setting it can be whatever you please, or what works best, but I was thinking about a really packed car with no room, and a really bumpy road…  

* I hope you like it. I’ve never written a blowjob scene before (or at least from start to finish and that’s all that’s happening. Also, I know the beginning got a little carried away but I’d been wanting to write something like that for a while now and thought your request would be a good one to write it with. Hope you enjoy :) *



Josh and Tyler had been recording a lot over the last week which had left you to spend time with some of your friends that you rarely got to see because of work. You were vacuuming the floor of your small rented house when your phone went off. Checking it, you saw Nyssa, one of your best friends who you’d met in college (A/N she’s an OC. If your name’s Nyssa, feel free to change her name.) Heyyyy so I’m entering a photography contest and want to know if I can use you as a model, the message said. You thought for a moment. Josh wouldn’t be home until around 5 pm and it was 10 am now.

Sure, you replied.

Awesome can I come to your place in an hour? She asked.

Yep see you then. You responded. You rushed around the house, picking up to make sure it was presentable. You didn’t do much in the lines of getting ready because you didn’t know anything about the shoot. But knowing Nyssa, you knew she was coming prepared with whatever she’d want you to use.

Sure enough an hour later there was a knock on your door which you opened to find Nyssa hauling a ton of photography equipment. Her camera was around her neck, on each shoulder she had a bag filled to the brim with who knows what, and under her right arm was a tripod. You quickly grabbed the tripod from her and gently set it on the couch, “Why don’t you ever ask for help!” You laughed. She dropped the bags on the floor and kicked them out of the doorway sighing.

“I am a very capable human being, thank you very much.” She smiled and leaned forward hugging you. She clapped her hands together excitedly, “Now, let’s get started!” Her brown eyes gleamed excitedly, her very curly blonde hair tied up into a messy ponytail. Over the next three hours she dressed you up in various outfits and made you pose in front of various backdrops she hung up in your living room. You did some shots at the park down the street. Everything was beautiful and dramatic.

Afterwards, she showed you the pictures she took of you and they were absolutely breathtaking. Looking at them, you found it shocking that you were as beautiful as you were in the pictures. You looked gorgeous and you almost couldn’t believe it was you. You sighed, “These are amazing.” You told Nyssa absolutely dumbfounded.

“You’re the gorgeous model.” She grinned. She bit her lip and looked at the clock, “So… earlier you said Josh gets home at 5:00?”

You nodded, “Yeah, why?”

The look on Nyssa’s face made you nervous. What was she up to? Her devious smirk definitely made you unnerved. She bit her thumb and raised an eyebrow seductively, “Wanna have a little fun with him?”

Your eyes widened. What was she suggesting? Your mind went straight to a threesome and you weren’t down for that, “Oh um… look Nyssa, I don’t- we don’t really… I mean you’re a great friend but I don’t think that-”

She laughed at you, reading your mind, “Chill out girly. I’m not trying to get on your action. My photography professor wants me to ‘expand my horizons’ and ‘get out of my comfort zone.’ So if you want, we can take some naughty photos of you before he gets home.”

You smirked. You loved seeing Josh break his normal sweet, childish, and innocent demeanor. You hadn’t seen that other side of him for a while. “I mean, are you sure you’re comfortable with that?”

She rolled her eyes at you, “I’m the one who suggested it. So I’m guessing you’re down?”

You bit your lip nervously but excitedly, “Yeah.” You’d never done anything like this.

Nyssa shoved you to your room and followed you in, “Ok so we gotta turn this boy on. What can we do? What gets him going?” She asked. You thought for a moment.

“I got it.” You said mischeviously. You walked into your shared room and quickly changed searching for the sexiest bra and panty set you owned, lacy burgundy boyshort panties and burgundy mega push-up bra. Over it you put your shortest shorts and one of Josh’s black muscle shirts. Nyssa curled your hair and you threw on one of Josh’s snapbacks and a pair of your Doc Martens.

When you walked out Nyssa’s jaw dropped, “Gosh dang girl you make me question if I’m straight dressed like that.” She joked. You knew she was joking, this was just her sense of humor, but you still blushed. “Let’s get started! So I was thinking we could do a gradual sort of strip thing. So come stand over here.” She led you by the shoulders until you were standing in front of the black sheet she’d hung up. She told you to put your thumbs in the large holes of the muscle tank and pull it forward. You did, thumbs meeting in the middle so your bra was hanging out on either side. She moved some of your bangs in front of your eye and told you to bite your lip. She snapped the picture. When you saw it, it gave you tingles. You felt sexy just looking at it. The seductive look you’d given the camera was so believable.

“Ok, so I was wondering, does Josh have a drum set here?”

“He has a practice set. It’s not a full out drum kit, just like pads so he can practice without making too much noise.” You told her. Nyssa shrugged.

“Good enough.” You led her over to the spare room Josh kept his drum kit in. “Ok, so take your shirt off and sit like your ready to play.” You listened to her, not even embarrassed to take your shirt off in front of her. You’d changed in front of each other many times. You picked up the drumsticks and fiddled with them a little. “Okay, now stand up and lean slightly to the right. Good, now put the drumsticks over your head like he does.” You listened. She walked over to you and tugged your shorts down a little so your v-line was showing. She snapped another picture.

You guys moved back to the front room in front of the black sheet. You took the hat off and scrunched up part of your hair, giving the camera that weirdly sexy seductive snarl. Another flash. Now came the awkward half of this. “Okay, so now can you face the screen and bend over keeping your legs and back straight so your butt sticks out? But pull your shorts down to your thighs so your stripping.” Awkwardly, you did as you were told as she took a picture of your butt.

A few more pictures were taken. One of you in your underwear sitting on a chair with your legs spread, one of Josh’s drumsticks held between your teeth like he does so often. One of you crawling on the floor towards the camera, the shot focusing majorly on your cleavage.

Looking at the clock you saw it was 3:58. Nyssa had finally decided she’d taken enough pictures of you. While you got dressed back into the short shorts and Josh’s shirt, she logged into your computer and downloaded all of the pictures she’d taken of you. You e-mailed them to yourself and saved them on your phone before sending the first one with the most clothes on to him. “Thanks so much Nyssa.” You told her.

“No, thank you. I needed a model and you were perfect.” She told you.

*Josh’s Point Of View*

I sat on the couch laughing with Tyler and a few other guys when my phone buzzed in the thin pocket of my basketball shorts. I grabbed it and checked the message. It was a picture from Y/N. It was probably another meme. I opened it and it was most definitely not a meme. It was a picture of Y/N. She was wearing my shirt and had the sleeves pulled to middle of her chest, her breasts clearly popping out of her bra. Her shorts were so short that even though I only had a view of the front of her, I knew her butt was hanging out of the back. She also had one of my snapbacks on. Her hair was curled and her makeup accentuated her E/C. I felt my breath hitch when I saw it. “Dude, you ok?” Tyler’s voice asked.

I shook my head to focus, “Yeah, I’m fine.” I texted her back, What are you doing???

A few minutes later there was another buzz. I opened it to find another picture of her but she was shirtless, doing the leaning drumstick pose I did behind my practice drum kit. I groaned a little, Babe that’s super sexy but stop. I’m with the guys.

I got a response a few minutes later from her: I’m just giving you a preview of what you can have when you get home. Another picture was attached. I was so entranced by it that I barely heard Tyler’s voice, “Josh, are you sure you’re ok?”

I smiled awkwardly, “Yeah I’m fine.”

“Okay, well we were thinking about heading out. But some of the guys need a ride home. Is it cool with you if we drop them off on the way?” Ty asked. I groaned internally. I really just wanted to get home to Y/N, especially if she was still dressed like that.

Despite what I really wanted, I nodded, “That’s cool. Let’s go.” I said standing up. Darn, why’d I have to carpool with Tyler today?

Since I was one of the smallest guys in the group I got stuck in the middle of the backseat. Sandwiched between two guys who felt like they were twice my size, I set my hands on my knees. After a few minutes of driving, another buzz. This time it was a picture of Y/N. Well it was her butt. She was pulling her shorts down, sticking her butt out. I shifted uncomfortably. She was absolutely sexy and gorgeous in every way and my body was definitely reacting to it. Hoping nobody would notice, I moved my hands to my lap to try and conceal the bulge. Of all the days she decided to send me sexy pictures for the first time, it had to be the day I was wearing basketball shorts. You are so beautiful but stop. I’m not exactly in the best spot right now to deal with what you’re doing to me.

Y/N was probably smirking smugly at the text. She knew she had some inhuman power over me. She was like a siren except she didn’t try to kill me at the end. I looked around the car nervously. Everyone seemed occuppied in conversation. Good because I would never hear the end of it if they saw the tent in my pants. I began to tap my foot anxiously when another buzz. You know you don’t really want me to stop. Nobody’s making you open the pictures ;)  She was right. But she was so captivating. I wasn’t going to torture myself anymore. I was just about to turn my phone off when Mark leaned over from next to me and peeked onto my screen before I could press the button.

His eyes got wide, “Geez Josh, is that Y/N? No wonder you’ve been acting strange the last twenty minutes!” I quickly hid the screen. Oh gosh, what had he seen? I didn’t look at the picture he saw yet… maybe he just saw her naked. All of the guys turned around to look at me as I carefully tried to peek at the picture without anyone else seeing it. She was sitting with her legs spread and a drumstick in her mouth.

When I noticed everyone’s eyes were on me I laughed nervously, trying to hid my phone in my lap. But of course the guy to my right snatched it out of my hand. I honestly didn’t even know this guy, he was some friend of Mark’s who was interested in the music industry and been invited over to see how the whole process went. His eye gawked wide at her body. The notification went off again and I snatched it back, not wanting him to see Y/N naked. “Dude, that’s my girlfriend.” I told him seriously. He put his hands up defenseevley.

Suddenly there was hard bump and Tyler groaned in frustration from the driver’s seat, “Stupid potholes. Sorry guys. This road sucks.” Another bump. Tyler was up front and jokingly started humming  the tune to ‘Tear In My Heart’ when he sings I’m driving here I sit; cursing my government; for not using my taxes to fill holes with more cement. I leaned my head back trying to remember the pictures that were on my phone. I couldn’t wait to get home to her. This was going to be a long ride. Another bump.

Looking to my left I saw Mark with his face red trying to avert his attention from me. “What?” I asked.

He just shook his head and nodded downwards a little bit, covering the smirk on his face. Looking down I realized just how prominent my hard on was. Of course that’s when the obnoxious guy to my right looked over and noticed my… situation. “Dude, I would too if I had been getting those pictures all day.” I shot him a look that I very rarely gave anyone.

“What’s going on? I feel so left out.” Tyler joked, glancing back from the driver’s seat.

“Nothing. It’s n-noth-” I stumbled.

“Josh’s girl is sending him some sexy shots and he’s having a fun time with it.” The annoying guy said. I sighed, annoyed at him.

I endured almost thirty more minutes of getting made fun of, even after it went away for the most part. Finally, it was my stop and I got out of the car, thanking Tyler for the ride and walked up to mine and Y/N’s apartment.

*Your Point Of View*

You were sitting on the couch reading a book when Josh walked through the door. Nyssa left a little while ago, taking all of her equipment with her, but you didn’t change your outfit. You glanced up from your book and smiled at him, standing up and making sure to accentuate every asset you had in doing so, “Hey babe. How was practice?” You asked.

Josh looked unamused but you could also tell he was definitely into what you were doing. “Great until, oh you know, you started sending me naughty photos.”

“You didn’t like them?” You asked, faking insult but still keeping that teasing seductive tone.

You ran your hands up and down his biceps before sneaking them up his t-shirt. He shuddered a little under your touch. “Believe me I liked them. Maybe a little too much.” He said trying to focus on being irritated but he was failing miserably. “I hate you.” He joked, finally cracking a small smile.

“You love me.” You glanced down to see the tent in his shorts becoming more prominent. You leaned in close to his ear, standing on your tiptoes, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you in front of your friends. Maybe I can make it up to you.” Your hand glided between your bodies that were pressed close together and you slipped your fingers in the waistband of his shorts, slowly sliding them down his legs until he stepped out of them. Standing back up on your tiptoes you placed a feather light kiss on his lips. When you pulled back, he leaned forward trying to follow your lips but you put your hand firmly on his chest. You grabbed a fistful of the fabric and led him over to the couch where you pushed him to sit down.

You ran your finger tips lightly over his thighs, slowly getting closer to where he wanted you most. You grabbed the bottom of his boxer-briefs, pulling them down his legs and taking them off. “Quit being such a tease.” He chuckled lowly, trying to not sound rude or demanding. Sweet, innocent, polite Josh. You listened, pumping him until he was fully hard. He groaned and ran his hands over his face when you sat up on your knees, taking his tip in your mouth and running your tongue around it. “Oh my…” He moaned before it became incoherent.

You took him as far as you could in your mouth, pumping the rest in perfect rhythm. You hummed around his length and made the sexiest noises in response. His hand went to your hair, gripping tight but not tight enough to hurt. Glancing up at him you could tell that it took everything in his power to not guide your head faster. You picked up the pace, one hand going up to play with his balls. He let go of your hair and gripped tightly onto the couch cushion. Josh leaned his head back and let out a strangled moan when you swirled your tongue around his tip. “Y/N…”

You pulled back slowly while humming until you took him out of your mouth. You licked along the bottom of his shaft, cock twitching in your hands and you knew he was close. You repeated this few times before pumping his length quickly, the mix precum and spit allowing your hand to glide over it smoothly. Josh was a sexy mess, moaning your name into his hand. “I’m gonna cum babe.” He barely managed, giving you warning enough to replace your hands with your mouth, tongue teasing him to orgasm as he came into your mouth. You swallowed, pumping his length to help him ride out his high. When you were done, you looked up too see his pink hair sticking to his forehead and his chest was rising rapidly.

You got up and curled up next to him, “I really am sorry for embarrassing you earlier. I just wanted to have a little fun.” You told him sincerely.

He reached down and pulled his boxers back up before pulling you close to him, “Don’t worry about it babe. You more than made up for it.” He laughed a little. Josh leaned down and kissed your forehead and you snuggled deeper into his side. You just wanted to be near him. As you felt him calm down, a sense of calm and relaxing fell over you too. Before you knew it, your eyes had drifted closed. After a few minutes Josh whispered, “I love you.” His calloused fingers gently raked through your mostly fallen out curls.

You smiled to yourself, eyes still closed, “I know.” You joked and felt him laugh a little under your body.

buzzfeed.com
Pourquoi le ciné et la télé doivent arrêter de faire coucher des lesbiennes avec des mecs
Comme récemment dans la série Dix pour cent, il arrive régulièrement que des personnages introduits comme gays ou lesbiens couchent finalement avec une personne du sexe opposé... au plus grand regr...
By Marie Kirschen

Remember that French TV show (Dix pour cent) I told you about, that made their lesbian main character sleep with a man? Now that character is pregnant with him of course, but the creator of the show Fanny Herrero (a straight woman) has a very good reason, don’t worry!

“Andréa is gay but she’s liberated enough to, on a one-night-stand, have sex with a man and not have a problem with it, because her sexuality is mature and fulfilling enough that she doesn’t ask herself questions. From the beginning, I knew that this character would have a very rich, complex and liberated libido, and for me that goes beyond sleeping with women. I think Andréa is more modern than that.”

Did you hear, ladies? A modern woman with a rich, complex, fulfilling sex life = a woman who wants to have sex with a man! How progressive!

Anyway, for once a Buzzfeed article about lesbians isn’t completely awful, so @sespursongles and I translated it in English :

Why movies and TV have to stop making lesbians sleep with guys

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anonymous asked:

can you do 27 for marichat pretty please. I love your writing!

I got inspired from the webisode ‘Repetition’ :) I hope you like this!

“Can we go someplace high so I can jump off it?”

“Well, why not just practice on me?” he suggested with a devious grin.

Marinette had been up on her balcony that night trying to perfect the way she would ask Adrien to the movies the next day. She was fine when she wasn’t looking at the picture of Adrien, but when she did, her words turned to incoherent stutters and babbles.

Chat Noir had chosen that night to visit, and he wondered what she was trying to do. Reluctantly, she explained the situation to him, with his promise that he would never tell a soul. His eyes had lit up when she had finished describing the problem, prior to his mouth curling into a sneaky smirk.

And that was when he made the suggestion to practice asking Adrien out, with him in Adrien’s place.

Marinette drew back a little in uneasiness, put off by the cunning twinkle in his green eyes. Her gut instinct was telling her that something was fishy about this, yet she decided to go through with the practice session anyway. She needed all the help she could get with asking Adrien out, after all.

“Alright, why not?”

Chat’s smirk curled deeper at her permission.

Purrfect,” he replied before clearing his throat. Instantly all traces of mischief were wiped from his face and replaced with boyish innocence.

“Hi, Marinette!” he greeted in a slightly higher voice. “Is there something you wanted to ask me?”

She blinked in pure shock at how eerily similar he sounded to Adrien. She quickly dismissed the similarity to reply.

“H-Hi, Adrien! I was wondering if…”

She paused to look in his eyes, which somewhat widened as he nodded to spur her on.

“If you wanted to see a movie with me tomorrow,” she finished confidently.

However, her breath was robbed of her when suddenly Chat surged forward, taking her in his arms and lowering her in a dramatic dip. She was left with her mouth hanging open and lying limply in his arms while he grinned and wiggled his eyebrows.

“I would be delighted to, Princess,” he purred.

Marinette huffed and moved to get out of his hold, all the while with Chat snickering behind her.

“Adrien would never do that, you mangy cat,” she bit out as she dusted off her sleep pants. “But,” she added, perking up. “I think I did a pretty good job with the question, considering you sounded a lot like Adrien. How did you do that, anyway?”

“Raw talent, I suppose,” he replied with a wink. “Want to try asking me again?”

She shrugged.

“I guess it couldn’t hurt.”

“Hey, before we start again, can I ask you something?” he asked, donning a more solemn look.

Marinette tilted her head, intrigued by his request.

“Sure. What is it?”

“Why is it that you can’t talk to Adrien without stuttering?” He frowned and started anxiously twisting her fingers together, his belt tail twitching in sync. “Does he intimidate you somehow?”

She sighed, going over to the balcony railing to lean on it. Her head peered up to look at the full moon in the sky above them.

“He doesn’t intimidate me, but I still get nervous talking to him.”

“Why? Did he do something to you?” Chat asked, sounding almost fearful as he stood next to her.

She shook her head.

“No, he didn’t do anything. I just…” She released another breath before continuing. “He’s so…perfect. And not model perfect, or magazine perfect. I mean perfect-in-my-eyes-perfect. He’s so kind, and generous, and smart, and athletic and handsome…he’s everything that I’m not. To be honest, even if I do manage to ask him out, I doubt he’ll say yes.”

“Yes, he will!” Chat argued desperately as his cheeks were strangely pink. “He’ll say yes, I know he will! Maybe he doesn’t see himself as the way you described him, maybe he thinks that you are the perfect one and that you’re everything he isn’t.”

Marinette stayed quiet, mulling over his words. She highly doubted they were true, but knew if she tried denying it then Chat would have only kept countering her opinion.

“Hey,” he whispered, gently touching her arm, prompting her to look at him.

He smiled.

“Let’s practice one more time, okay?”

A wry smile tugged the edges of her lips upward.

“Sure, kitty. Why not?”

He took both of her hands in his, eliciting her to fully face him. His mouth was set in a soft smile, his green eyes shining with warmth. He looked at her with such awe and adoration that she found it difficult to remember that she was supposed to ask him a question.

“Hi, Adrien,” she began quietly, her voice just above a whisper as she stared deeply into his eyes. “I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to the movies tomorrow.”

Chat grinned.

“Plagg, claws in.”

Marinette gaped, horror in her eyes as she vehemently protested the detransformation. Yet he ignored her pleading, and thus she was resigned to keep her eyes squeezed shut as the green-yellow light engulfed him.

Finally, a hand that she could feel lacked a glove touched her shoulder.

“Marinette,” Chat’s voice coaxed. “Please open your eyes.”

“Why would you do that?!” she snapped, unrelenting on keeping her eyes firmly shut. “Why would you just risk your secret identity like that?”

“If you open your eyes, you’ll see why,” he replied, humor lacing his tone. “Besides, I would like to accept your request with you looking at me.”

That was enough to get her to open her eyes. She stood there, stunned as she took in her longtime crush, Adrien Agreste.

Adrien was Chat Noir.

She was rejecting Chat Noir all this time for Adrien, who was the same person. And she was just practicing asking Adrien out to the movies with Chat, who was Adrien!

A hot, embarrassed blush took over her cheeks. Adrien frowned worriedly.

“Marinette? Are you okay? I’m sorry if you’re disappointed, but I didn’t want to wait any longer to reveal myself, since I know you’re Ladybug and when I overheard you trying to ask me out to the movies I figured this would be the perfect opportunity and…Marinette?”

She buried her face in his shoulder, not able to look at him any longer in her embarrassment.

“Can we go someplace high so I can jump off it?” she mumbled into his shirt.

Adrien laughed and encircled his arms around her to pull her in closer.

“Not yet, bugaboo,” he joked as he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, which only served to get a choked squeak out of her. “First we have to go to the movies, remember?”

Okay so I’ve already bugged my discord and David about this but guys imagine a PQ2 with the cast of P3P and P5!!! Like the characters go perfectly together??

Akihiko and Ryuji trying to one up in physicality while Shinji just sighs and calls them idiots.

Mitsuru and Makoto trying to see who can boss their team around the best.

Ann and Yukari exchanging weight loss and modeling tips.

Fukka helping Futaba with the mechanical side of her computer stuff.

THE SHIT ELIZABETH AND THE TWINS WOULD GET INTO.

And best yet using Minako so we get a completely new experience (please just use my baby I love her)


Give me all your 3/5 crossover headcanons guys.

anonymous asked:

Are there any five where Derek is a bad influence on stiles?

More of a list of bad boy!Derek. - Anastasia

Originally posted by fuck-feelings-brah

The Black Knight, Sourface Derboo And The Nerd. by LeatherAndRed

(1/1 I 1,744 I Not Rated)

“Are you just gonna stay in there?” Stiles jolted, knocking his head against the metal shelf. Who the fuck— “who’s out there?” He demanded, rubbing the back of his head which lead for his elbow to bump against the wall beside him.
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or where Stiles is alone in the locker room, locked in Greenberg locker with only a rotten cheese sandwich and a smelly sock. At least, that’s what he thinks.

Serious by AlexTheShipper

(1/1 I 2,153 I General)

Derek asks Stiles out on valentines day, but Stiles mistakes it for a prank. Leaving Derek confused, and Stiles hurt, can their friends fix it?

I Shouldn’t have Come by JustPlainAmy

(2/2 I 2,283 I Explicit)

prompt: Bad boy!Derek tempting Stiles

A Better Reality by misterreckless

(3/? I 2,941 I Teen)

Derek’s bad boy persona is starting to take it’s toll on his mother. Will sending him to his father’s house for the summer whip him into shape, or is he going to continue being the same disobedient teenager?

You’re Worth It by holdin_out_4a_hero

(1/1 I 3,053 I Not Rated)

“NO WAY! Her sons coming here?”

Danny sighed dreamily. “Yeah, the Stiles Stilinksi. The young model that made it big on accident with his moms camera. The L.A. heartthrob that has actually never dated anyone, and no one knows what he does over summer, and yet he still manages to keep the hearts of young Americans easily.”

“So why’s he coming here?” Scott asked, remembering that the entire Stilinski family was loaded with money, given the success of every single one of them, and yet Stiles would be coming to the middle of nowhere, for a random school that offered nothing.

“Who knows? His parents are from here, but they’re not coming here with him. I have no idea, but honestly? I’m not complaining.”

they don’t understand you (but i’ll try) by colferstilinski

(1/1 I 4,113 I Teen)

“Stiles,” Derek growls, and it sounds almost like his sex-voice that Stiles flails and blurts out.

“Dude, I have a vagina!”

Derek falls off the couch this time.

Don’t Judge a Derek By His Cover by captaintinymite (augopher)

(1/1 I 4,510 I Mature)

Stiles doesn’t care about the rumors surrounding Beacon Hills High School’s resident bad boy, Derek Hale. In fact, he thinks the rumors are total crap. Of course, being secretly in love with someone has a way of clouding one’s judgment.

However, he knew for a fact that Derek liked books. So when the two paired up for a final English project, he was excited (but also a little terrified).

But you know what they say…never judge a book by its cover. The same goes for people.

Mr. Stilinski by alisvolatpropiis

(1/1 I 6,461 I Explicit)

But he’s never really forgotten Wade or those guys from college, definitely not Brayden, the motorcycle-driving musician who devastated him senior year. He hasn’t forgotten the way a fuck-it-all attitude draws him in like a moth to a flame, speaks to his own rebellious nature that has always manifested as abrasive sarcasm and clever manipulation of rules and half-truths. And even though he’s never really forgotten, he’d thought he’d gotten over the bad boy thing, had grown out of it.

But then, in his last class on the first day at his new job teaching English at the high school he graduated from fifteen years ago, Derek Hale walks into his classroom and Stiles feels like he’s out in the parking lot back in 1995, nearly tripping over his own feet with stunned attraction, immediate and shockingly powerful. His lust is tinged with the familiar but long forgotten thrill needing to get closer to that mysterious cool, compounded infinitely now because this dangerous-looking bad boy is his student.

The Athlete & The Criminal by damnfancyscotch

(2/2 I 12,122 I Explicit)

“What’re you doing here, Stilinski? Did you only score half the winning points at the last lacrosse game instead of all of them?”

Stiles snorts and says, “I thought you were locked up, Hale.”

Derek huffs a laugh and drawls, “Not quite yet.”

Finstock’s Wilderness Camp for Boys by rainsoakedshoes

(1/1 I 12,179 I Teen)

“What happens if I don’t go?”

“You get charged with breaking and entering, and you will probably serve time in a juvenile facility,” the sheriff said matter of factly. “That’s if you’re lucky enough to be tried as a minor.”

“You’d send your own son to jail?” Stiles asked in disbelief.

“You broke into someone’s home, Stiles!” The sheriff took a breath to compose himself and ran a hand across his face. “And this isn’t the first time. I can’t keep bailing you out of trouble. I don’t have any favours left to call in. Either you agree to go to the camp and clean up your act, or you risk getting tried as an adult.”

Wont You Be Mine? by Ifellinlove

(12/? I 24,038 I General)

Stiles is the new kid at Beacon Hills High. Derek is the school bad boy. What Derek wants, he gets.

He wants Stiles.

You are my undoing by Samcgrath

(11/? I 47,392 I Explicit)

Derek Hale is the bad boy of Beacon Hills everyone wants their kids to stay away from so obviously Stiles Stilinski talks back to him. Derek remembers Stiles from years ago, before the fire, and now the kid gets under his skin. Derek’s already dealing with a lifetime of angst, and he knows giving in to his feelings means certain pain. Especially when Stiles gets sick.

Under the Surface by 1jet2unknown

(20/? I 99,633 I Explicit)

Stiles had been warned several times by his father to never go near a werewolf. But the 12 year old kid just couldn’t resist its curiosity and even though the wounded wolf he found near the woods should have been terrifying, he brought him home, trying to help him heal. Little did he know that this encounter would bring out a side of him he never knew and would have to hide forever, even with the world around him changing over the years and werewolf turning from mystic legends to open members of the community.
When Stiles enters College and his life gets more and more entangled with Derek Hale, it gets harder and harder for him to hide his true self from the world…

Overhearing a confession

Hi! First, I wanted to thank everyone who takes the time to read my One Shots. It makes me so happy! :) 

This is a One Shot about Harry being your best friend and falling asleep on top of you. Unfortunately, that’s the exact time your friend decides to talk about how obvious it is that you have feelings for each other. 

Picture is not mine, I found it in the depths of Tumblr. 

It would be accurate to say that Harry was exhausted. Filming a movie taking place during world war 2 had really began to take it’s tool on his strength - physically as well as mentally. When him and the band had first started to think about taking a break, he hadn’t imagined feeling more emotionally drained than when he was touring. But then again, becoming an actor had been more something than he’d stumbled upon and not something he had planned.

When it was announced that filming wouldn’t be continued for two weeks, Harry was quick to decide that going home would do him good. He bought a plane ticket and the same evening he was back in my tiny apartment in England. I had been very surprised at his sudden appearance, given that I hadn’t heard from him for a few days and when I did, he had always claimed that he couldn’t wait to go back to America. But instead of his sunny porch in LA, he stood on my doorstep in ever rainy London. After ushering him in, Harry apologized profoundly for interrupting my quiet night in with my friend Mary, but unaware to him, seeing him had been all that was missing to make me happy.

“It’s fine, Harry,” I’d assured, stopping his ramble with one finger raised, “Perfectly fine, actually. I’m always happy to have you here, you know that.”

What he couldn’t have known was that when my eyes had found his, my heart had speed up and beat so fast I’d feared it’d jump straight out my chest and to his feet. Self-consciousness crept up on me and I wished I would’ve worn something more flattering than thin leggings and a white t-shirt adorning my torso. I wasn’t even wearing a proper bra but a simple black bralette I’d gotten for £7. Luckily Mary was quick to step in and invited Harry to join the two of us for a glass of wine on the couch.

As soon as I’d settled down comfortably, Harry moved closer and lay down beside me to rest his head in my lap. His face was nestled against my stomach and my body tensed upon feeling his warm breath against my thinly clothed skin. My friend’s raised eyebrows didn’t go unnoticed by me, but I couldn’t be bothered. It wasn’t unusual for Harry and me to cuddle and to be genuinely more comfortable with each other than other friends were, but normally no one else was around to whom it could’ve looked odd.
Harry didn’t care about that though. All he cared about was how at ease he felt since he had entered my apartment. He sighed in content when I carefully laid a blanked over him and his arms around my waist squeezed me gently after I loosely placed my own arm over his shoulders. Harry didn’t engage much in the conversation Mary and I carried and after feeling the rhythm of his warm breath slow, I knew he had fallen asleep.

Me and Mary still sat with each other, talking quietly. At some point I subconsciously began stroking my fingers through Harry’s smooth hair. It still felt strange to touch the soft strands and have them end so close to where they began, but I loved it either way, long or short. My hand gently caressed his cheek every now and again and I smiled upon remembering how nervous he had been when he had first revealed the newly short haircut. There hadn’t been any reason though. Harry was effortlessly beautiful. He always was, as well as was so warm, soft, gentle and kind. Mary knew of my feelings for Harry and smiled when she noticed my hesitant touches to his face.

“You do know that he fancies you, right?” she asked. “At least as much as you do him.”

I looked up at her with a small smile and shook my head. “Don’t make fun of me, Mary.”

“I’m being serious,” she assured, “He looks at you and his face lights up. When he has news, you’re the first person he calls. Filming is interrupted, yet he doesn’t go to his family or to his home in LA. He comes to you. Those are pretty obvious signs, honey.”

I quickly shushed her when her voice rose slightly. “Why does the time you find fit to have this conversation when he’s right here?”

She rolled her eyes. “Relax, he’s asleep. You’re just trying to escape this conversation, as you always do.”

I shook my head and focused my attention back on Harry. His forehead was wrinkled and I gently smoothed it with my thumb. His pink lips were slightly open and I admired how his long eyelashes rested on his soft cheeks. He looked vulnerable and innocent. My heart swelled at the sight and I could practically feel myself fall even more in love with him. All I wanted was to cuddle him and shield him form any harm.

“You love him,” Mary continued in a cooing voice.

“Pst!” I scolded and shot her a glare. “He’s right here, for crying out loud! Are you trying to ruin my friendship with him?”

She threw her arms up and sighed dramatically.

“I’m sitting here, observing two people completely unaware of how smitten the other person is with them and you expect me to just keep my mouth shut?”

“What I expect is that you don’t take the piss out of my feelings for him. Feelings I’m sure he doesn’t return,” I muttered harshly and focused my gaze back on his flushed cheeks. “He told me about some model from Spain he was thinking about going out with,” I admitted quietly. “He wants someone he can sleep with for a while and go on crazy adventures with, without her getting her hopes up. And that’s not me. He just has to look at me from across a room and my hopes shoot up into the sky.”

Mary giggled and shook her head. “You would sleep with him, though.”

“Shut up.”

“I think you don’t quite realize how he sees you,” she continued in a more serious manner. “Maybe you should just tell him and see how it goes. It could be worth it.”

My hair shielded my vision when I shook my head and I quickly pushed it back. Harry’s grip around me had slightly tightened and I shifted to adjust myself.

“No way I’d risk loosing him with a weak attempt at getting him to want me, Mary. I’d rather be stuck by his side as a friend than not be with him at all.”

“Well,” she took a long sip of her wine glass, “the fact remains that his head is in your lap and nobody else’s.”

I giggled and urged my heart to stop jumping so badly. With his face pressed against me I feared the sound could wake him from his slumber.

While we quietly conversed some more, my fingers found their way back into Harry’s hair, from there to his neck and from there to his shoulder. His peaceful expression brought me joy and set me at ease. Harry released a long sigh and cuddled closer to me. He even moved his legs up to completely rest in a fetus position.

“I’m gonna get going,” Mary decided as she got up and I moved to do the same, but she quickly stopped me. “Don’t. Stay like that. It’d make a lovely picture. One that you could send everyone as a christmas card when you celebrate as a couple for the first time.”

“Text me when you get home safe,” I asked her quietly, ignoring her comment and she nodded. She waved one more time before she left the room and shortly after I could hear the front door shut.
I sighed in content and focused my vision back on Harry. With him cuddling me like that I could almost pretend that he loved me. That he was mine and had returned to me because his heart had ached from our separation as much as mine had. My fingers were in the middle of drawing a pattern against his temple when Harry suddenly pursed his lips and blew out air. I shrieked at the tickling feeling and tried to move away, but his arms held me still and he continued his playful torture, only stopping to laugh.

“Harry,” I cried and pushed at his head. “Please stop!”

He didn’t move away though and I felt like a bucket of ice water had been dropped over my head when I felt his lips press against my tummy in a kiss. Or maybe it was steaming hot water.

“I thought you were asleep,” I stuttered and he moved into a sitting position next to me. My lap felt cold and empty already.

“I wasn’t really,” he shrugged, a smile gracing his lips. “Just enjoying a snuggle and hearing the newest gossip.”

My rapidly jumping heart jumped straight down to the very pit of my stomach while all the blood shot up to my cheeks. Harry still looked at me with a confident and wide smile, his eyes sparkling and my brain went through every possible scenario of how I could possibly talk my way out of this. He couldn’t have heard what Mary and I had discussed, right?

“Did you get some rest?” I asked and he frowned. “Are you hungry?”

I moved to get up but was stopped by his hands reaching forward and clasping my wrists.

“Where do you think you’re going, love?”

“To fetch you something to eat,” I answered and freed my wrists from his hold.

“I don’t want anything to eat. Come here.”

He sat up straighter and opened his arms. Though part of me wanted to leave the room and hide from his suspicious gaze, I had never been able to resist him. My still burning face was buried where his neck met his shoulder and I inhaled his familiar scent. Harry sighed and wrapped both arms around me, pulling me up so I was sitting in his lap.

“You have no idea how much I missed you, Y/N,” he whispered against the shell of my ear before pressing several kisses to my cheek. “I hate being away from you.”

Not as much as I hate being away from you, I thought, but decided to only answer by pressing myself closer to him. Harry moved his hands down and cupped my thighs before wrapping both of them around his waist. A harsh breath escaped my lips at this sudden closeness and when I felt him press more kisses to the skin of my shoulder, moving up to my neck. I shuddered. He knew. He was always cuddly and affectionate, but he might as well have kissed me on the lips and taken me to bed. He acted as if he was about to.

“Stop it,” I muttered and pressed my hands against his chest.

“What’s wrong?”

He stayed sat but his eyes followed me when I stood up in front of him and I cleared my throat.

“What is it that you were just doing?” I asked, my voice quivering. “You heard me and Mary’s conversation, didn’t you?”

Harry swallowed hard, but continued to smile, not looking guilty at all. “Yes, I did.”

I didn’t give my stomach time to knot itself and continued to speak. “And now you think that just because I have feelings for you, I’m going to share your bed?”

“What?” Harry seemed surprised at my sudden accusation. “No, of course I don’t think that.”

“You were practically kissing me!” I almost shouted.

Harry reached up to smoothen his messed up hair and got to his feet too, the smile had been replaced with a serious frown on his face.

“Y/N,” he spoke, reaching for my hands, “You don’t have to be scared, okay?”

His green eyes stared into mine and the grip on my hands tightened in a gentle squeeze. The black cross on his knuckles stood out against the pale skin.  "I love you.“

I shook my head in denial. If I allowed myself to believe him now, it’d hurt more later when he was done with me. I had watched him parade his lovers around one too many times and wasn’t willing to suffer the same end as they had. Always pushed away and to the side by him.

"Don’t say that.”

“Oh, I’m going to say it many more times, because it’s true.”

He reached up and gently caressed my cheek. “I love you and I know that you don’t believe that I mean it and that you think I’m just looking for something easy and meaningless, but I’m not.”

“You said you were,” I protested. Wasn’t that the reason why I had laid awake so many nights, thinking about what girl he was with for that night? Because he had said that he wanted to have an easy and no strings attached kind of relationship with someone who didn’t even understand his mind or care for his heart?

“Only because I was certain that I could never have you,” he swore. “When you are all I ever wanted.”

My breath hitched in my throat when he moved closer, both hands resting against my jaw and neck now. His lips looked impossibly soft and inviting and I had to bite my own in order to restrain myself from kissing them. He seemed to feel the undeniable pull between us, too, because his breath was uneven.

“Please,” he muttered, “Please let me.”

A nod from me was all he needed to lean forward and close the distance between us. His lips pressed against my mouth, feeling every curve. He moved them slowly but in a way it felt like he wanted to mesmerize every detail about my mouth. My breathing got irregular and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him down and closer to me. A low moan escaped his throat and my entire body froze, but his roaming warm hands eased my tense muscles and soon I melted into him. One hand fisted his hair, the other moved to hold him by his cheek. When I felt him smile and pulling away, my head instantly followed in search for another kiss. The laugh died in his throat when I pressed another needy kiss to his full lips, one that he returned willingly. His hands gripped my hips and he squeezed the bare skin there. When I did finally allow him to break the kiss his face had transformed into an even bigger smile than the one that had graced his features earlier.

“Does that mean you’ll go out with me sometime?” he asked, his voice husky.

My brain still had it’s doubts, but my heart couldn’t be more confident. This man in front of me, this insanely handsome and good person had owned my heart for longer than I cared to think about. He was my best friend and though I didn’t know how we would transform our friendship into a relationship yet, after kissing him all those doubts seemed to have been thrown right out the window.

“I’ll think about it,” I giggled and cuddled myself closer against his chest. He rolled his eyes with a playful huff before connection our lips once more. After kissing some more he moved his head and pressed several pecks down my neck and to my shoulder. 

“I want you to be my boyfriend,” I confessed before I could stop myself. I felt his lips stretch into a smile and my heart squeezed in relief. He squeezed me tightly and nodded. 

“That sounds like something I’d like very much.” 

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you like it and as always, feedback and requests are always very welcome. :) 

anonymous asked:

3 or 85 or both!!!! Dianetti ! I've read your stories and loved it, sorry I took so long to send a prompt!

3. “I’m going to kill you!” and 85. “Wow thanks a lot.”

Gina!” Rosa’s voice ricochets forcefully like a hail of bullets flying throughout the precinct. With her entrance, heads are turned and fear is abound as she stomps angrily towards her target. “I am going to kill you.”

The sheer lunacy and steadfastness of her words sets everyone off. Suddenly the hustle and bustle of the Nine-Nine settles down, small talk and crime solving all grinding to a halt as every person present watches with bated breath at whatever enraged and violent showdown is about to occur. Everyone thanks their lucky stars they aren’t the target of Rosa’s fury.

The only problem is- the very target of Rosa Diaz’s anger doesn’t even so much as flinch.

As her name had been screamed seconds earlier, the subject of Rosa’s frustration was none other than Gina Linetti.

“Say what?” Gina doesn’t even look up from her phone, and this blatant disregard is why everyone is watching.

You see, while Rosa strikes fear into the hearts of all whom she meets- Gina is afraid of no one.

(Of course, there are some exceptions. Gina can usually tell when she crosses a line with Rosa, and when Rosa’s in a delirious state Gina knows like any other human with the capacity to think that stepping on Rosa’s toes in any way is a big no-no. Sadly, this does not seem to be one of those times.)

Frustrated, Rosa grabs Gina’s phone from her hands and places it flat down on Gina’s desk. But there’s a certain caution with which Rosa does this- in addition, Gina doesn’t resist and lets Rosa take her phone away. There’s also a certain gentleness to how Rosa places Gina’s phone on her desk, as if at the back of her mind she knows no matter how mad she is at Gina, bringing harm to Gina’s phone would be on par with punching her in the face.

“Stop acting like you don’t know what you did, Linetti.” Rosa’s hand slams on Gina’s desk as she says this to emphasize her point, but she doesn’t receive more than a suggestive eyebrow raise from Gina.

“And what did I do?” Gina leans back in her chair, crossing her arms comfortably. “Tell me, Diaz. Since we’re doing this last name thing now.”

Rosa had no idea how Gina had become like this- so immune to her anger, not at all phased by her threats. Had she gone soft on Gina? Despite Gina’s general lack of fear regarding Rosa, she’s never been this blasé when Rosa had confronted her in the past. Like she’s confident she’ll come out of this unscathed.

“You broke up with Pimento over text, using my phone!” Rosa swiftly pulls her own phone out as evidence. The text sent to Pimento sits at the bottom of the screen, clear as day. There isn’t even a reply. Gina only grins in response, proud of her crime.

Yuh huh, you’re welcome for that.” Gina picks her phone back up from the desk and goes back to- is she watching a video about a monkey?

“Wow.” Rosa’s breath rasps indignantly- how in the hell does someone like Gina Linetti exist? Who does something invasive like that with no remorse whatsoever? “Thanks a lot,” she snarls sarcastically.

“Anytime, boo. So we done here?”

Rosa’s voice is this close to a growl when she speaks. Why is it this hard to confront Gina? She’s clearly in the wrong but somehow thinks Rosa was thanking her?

“No- we are not done here. You know I was being sarcastic. How could you dump Pimento over text for me? I never asked you to do that.”

Gina resolutely places her phone flat down on her desk, voluntarily this time. “Yeah… I don’t buy that. You’ve wanted to be done with him for ages by now. He’s a loser who doesn’t deserve you.”

Rosa scoffs so harshly it hurts the back of her throat. “Well, maybe let me decide that for myself, instead of thinking you know everything.”

Gina bolts up from her desk, and Rosa has trouble deciding if she’s happier to have invoked such a reaction or angrier about the Pimento thing.

“Okay- first off? I do know everything. Always have, always will. That’s just a fact of life- which I can confirm since I know. Everything.” She carefully enunciates those last words and presses a pointed finger into Rosa’s shoulder to emphasize her point.

Which Rosa ignores, because if she doesn’t stick to what this argument was about, Gina will derail and set off track their entire conversation.

“Gina,” she calmly starts. “I never asked you to help me dump Pimento. If I wanted to, I would’ve done it myself. And I would’ve done it on my own time and my own terms. Got it?”

“So why haven’t you?”

“Because-”

“Because you’re a coward, yeah, I get it now.” Gina interrupts in a huff. “You were never going to leave him, even though you so clearly can’t stand him anymore.”

“What makes you so sure I even want to break up with him in the first place?”

“Um, everything? You never mention or talk about him, you’re never with him- should I carry on listing things or is this an open and shut case?”

Rosa unclenches a fist and tries to find words. It doesn’t help that Gina’s got her arms crossed as she looks triumphantly upon Rosa, glad to have proven her point.

“Still- you overstepped your boundaries, Gina.” Gina only groans and rolls her eyes at this but Rosa continues. “You know how unstable he is, how could you just-”

“Wait, he didn’t hurt you, did he?” There’s this edge coupled with guilt in Gina’s voice, and she looks just about ready to apologize as well as hunt Pimento down. To kill him.

“No,” Rosa clarifies, and Gina lets out a tense breath as her face composes itself. “But Gina- he could have hurt you.”

“What?” Gina’s face contorts in disbelief. “You’re worried about me? I’m not the one tied down to a psycho boyfriend here.”

“You didn’t just text him from my phone, Gina, you left him a voicemail.”

Gina brandishes a nervous grin. “Oops, my B. Shouldn’t have done that while I was drunk. So… he knows it was me and he’s coming here to murder me now? Cool…”

“No. He didn’t see the text. Or the voicemail.”

“How? Did you delete them?” Gina’s face falters. “Were you with him?”

“Broke into his house. He uses his work phone when he’s working on cases, so he left his personal phone at home.”

“Nice,” Gina praises, but it’s half-hearted and she’s clearly still bothered by something. “So he doesn’t know anything. Nothing wrong with your relationship. Yay…”

“Alright stop,” Rosa cuts Gina off after the ‘yay’ goes on for far too long. “I didn’t delete anything yet, just stole his phone. I… don’t know how to use his phone.”

Gina sighs. “So you want my help.”

“You’re always on your phone, so. Maybe you’ll know how to delete the text and voicemail that you sent.”

“Yeah, yeah, point taken. Hand it over.”

Rosa fishes the phone out of her pocket and passes it to Gina, whose eyebrows furrow when she sees the extremely outdated model.

“What the hell is this?”

“He buys burner phones.”

Right.” Gina makes a face that reads yikes but flips open the phone anyway. “Okay…”

“Did you delete them?”

“Whoopsie. I think I just accidentally clicked play and I don’t know how to pause it. Eh, let’s just listen to my beautiful voice first.”

Rosa rolls her eyes but stays silent as Gina lays Pimento’s phone down on her desk.

“Hey Pineapple! Haha, that’s Jake’s nickname, but it works for you too, right? Anyhoozle, you’re probably sad because Rosa finally got the guts to dump you. My advice? Crawl into a hole a stay there. Forever.” Drunk Gina drags out that last word which makes Gina laugh.

Rosa gives her a look. “Really?”

“What? I stand by it.”

In the voicemail, Drunk Gina laughs at her own… burn before she carries on talking.

“But yeah dude. You should’ve seen this coming a million miles away. Rosa’s too hot for you-”

Rosa can’t help but grin, a burn spreading to her cheeks all the way to the tips of her ears.

“Thanks.”

Gina rolls her eyes. “Shut up.”

“-and she’s too cool. Why does she keep dating guys like you anyway?! She’s supposed to be with me. You ever love someone who you can’t have P-man? Never mind, I don’t care-”

The voicemail cuts off before Gina can even motion to try and stop the message from playing. Instead, she sits in her chair, frozen and glaring at the phone like she’s having a staring contest.

Rosa, on the other hand, feels like time has just stopped. She can’t believe this- why had she not seen it before? Rosa feels like a boulder just fell on her chest.

She’s an idiot.

“You…” she chokes out feebly. “You love me?”

Gina averts her eyes, and suddenly Rosa’s never seen Gina quite so scared of her- never seen Gina quite so scared ever, in fact.

“Yeah, but who cares.” She quickly fumbles for the phone and frantically clicks on the buttons, successfully deleting the text and voicemail from Pimento’s phone, before handing it to Rosa. “Go back to your boyfriend.”

Gina gets up and leaves her desk, and Rosa’s left to stare at Pimento’s phone. Her… boyfriend’s phone.

But now, saying that feels wrong- it feels dirty and forced and not at all what she wants anymore.

What she wants has been in front of her the whole time- and now she’s walking away.

“Gina, wait!” Rosa turns around and calls desperately, and to her relief Gina stops walking away and turns around.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Because if Gina had said something before, things could have been different. Things could have been better.

“There was nothing to say,” Gina remarks weakly, the life in her voice dying out. Hearing this hurts Rosa to no end.

“I have something to say.” A flicker of hope and intrigue flashes in Gina’s eyes which flattens into confusion when Rosa digs out her own phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Dumping Pimento on his work phone.”

Gina’s so pleasantly surprised she starts laughing- and oh, the sound of her laughter had always been soothing to Rosa’s ears. Her smile could melt any ice-cold heart. Her laugh was like a breath of fresh air to a drowning man.

Pimento doesn’t even pick up his phone, so Rosa leaves a voicemail.

“We’re done.”

She then shoves her phone back into her pocket and makes quick and large strides to get to Gina.

“Babylon, now,” she whispers quickly to Gina who chuckles in response and follows her without question.

No one sees Gina and Rosa for three hours straight.

Send me a number and the character/ship you want!

Clark’s Niece - Part 3

So this is a bigger jump in time than I origionally wanted, but oh well! Damian the the reader have not started dating yet. Here is a little bit of angst for everyone! I don’t know when I’ll post next.

———-

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

You scrub the rain off your face, “Hey, Jay …”

Jason quickly pulls you into the house, “What happened? I thought you were spending the weekend at the Manor?”

You let out a soft sob, “Damian and I got in a fight”

Jason tenses, his hands tightening slightly on your shoulder before loosening, “Come on, lets get you into some dry cloths and you can tell me what happened”

He gently nudges you toward his room, “Can I get out the blue sweater?”

Jason knows that when you pull out the blue sweater it means that you are really upset, so he just calls out the affirmative. Flopping down on the couch Jason groans, “He’s only 16, how bad could he have fucked up?”

– (Earlier that night) –

Wayne Enterprise had decided to host a charity gala that Friday night, and you had been invited, but not by Damian. You hadn’t even known about the gala until you showed up at the Manor after school. Dick greeted you with a grin and a dress, telling you to get ready. Thinking that Damian had set all of this up, you made sure to look your best for the gala. This would be the first event that you were seen with Damian at and you wanted to look your best.

“Dick, will you help me with my hair?!”

Instead of Dick, Alfred walked in, “I believe that I would be much better suited for this task, Miss Y/N. I used to help Bruce’s mother with her hair before similar events, it shall be nice to help in this way again” You smile up at the older man, letting him do whatever he wanted with your hair.

When you next opened your eyes you are in awe. Alfred had pulled your hair up into a beautiful waterfall braid, and throughout the curled waved he had placed beautiful jewels, making every movement sparkle. “It’s beautiful”

“Indeed you are. Now, I seem to have lost track of time, and I believe that you will be fashionably late for the gala”

-

You arrive at the gala in a limo, almost an hour after the arty started. Dick glances over at you, “Even though we’re late, I don’t think that we’re the last ones to arrive”

You giggle, and accept his help in getting out of the car. The long green dress, and matching heels can be difficult to navigate in, so you use your powers a little bit to make sure you don’t fall.

You walk into the gala with a smile on your face, but it instantly drops as soon as you see Damian. He’s surrounded by models, two are hanging off of his arms, and a third has her arms around his neck. “Dick …”

Dick see’s what you’re looking at, “Shit, Y/N. We should go this was a mistake. I’m so sorry …”

“Is this why he didn’t want me to come?” you whisper.

Dick whips you around so you’re facing him, “Y/N listen to me, don’t jump to any conclusions. Damian could have a perfectly reasonable explanation for this”

You turn back around, this time to find Damian kissing, more like making out, with one of the models, the other two peppering kisses all over his face and neck. “Yeah, I bet he does”

Damian’s eyes open when the model pulls back, and he makes eye-contact with you. Instead of waiting around you pull away from Dick and quickly make your way to the roof. “Y/N!! Y/N wait!”

Completely ignoring Damian, you burst onto the roof, and storm to the edge. “What?!? What do you want Damian?!”

“I wanted to apologize for what happened …”

You let out a hysterical laugh, already on the verge of tears, “Why would you need to apologize?! You seemed to really be enjoying yourself in there!”

“No! They meant nothing!” Damian was slowly trying to get closer to you, one hand reached out.

“Oh, they meant nothing?! It didn’t look like they meant nothing! They were all over you! I thought that we … that you and I … were more than friends … but now that I saw that I know I was wrong” You draw your-self up to your full height, “I guess I was wrong, Damian. I apologize for loving you. Love is obviously something that a Wayne man is incapable of” You snarl. “Goodbye”

Flinging yourself off the roof you purposefully block out anything that Damian says, and you fly to the only place that you feel safe, Jason’s.

– (Present) –

Jason sits, shocked, on the couch, trying to absorb everything you just told him. He sighs and opens his arms, “Come here, sweetheart”

You lunge across the sofa, burying yourself in Jason’s arms, and you finally cry like you want to. “Why does it hurt so much?” you sob. If feels like your heart was torn out and left on that rooftop, like a piece of you is missing.

“I’m so sorry he hurt you like this. But I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here.”

Jason rocks you back and forth gently, and slowly your tears begin to stop and you start to get tired, “’m tired, Jay”

“Go to sleep then. I’ll make sure no one bothers you alright?”

You nod sleepily, closing your eyes and letting exhaustion overcome you.

Soon after Jason puts Y/N to bed there is a knock on his front door. It’s Damian, of course it’s Damian. Jason flings the door open, his broad shoulder taking up almost the entire doorframe, “What do you want, brat?”

“I need to see, Y/N. I need to explain what happened. Please, Jason, let me …”

“I think you’ve done enough tonight” Jason interrupted, “She’s a mess, and it’s your fault. The best thing you can do right now is get the hell off my doorstep, go home, and figure out how you’re going to win her back. Because if you leave things the way they are, you are missing out on the chance of a lifetime, babybat. And honestly that’s something I would hate to see”

Damian’s shoulders slump, he looks like the weight of the world is dragging him down, “Can I see her, please, I won’t do anything. I just need to know that she’s safe. Please, Jason, that’s all I’m asking.”

Jason sighs but moves aside. He leads Damian to his bedroom door and slowly opens it a crack, just enough for Damian to see the state that Y/N is in. Her hair in a tangled mess, makeup streaked her face, and she looks so small, curled up in Jason’s large bed. It makes a surge of protectiveness and guilt build up in Damian. He had caused Y/N pain, even after he had promised to protect her.

Damian quietly closes the door, “Thank you” He heads back to the front door, “Will you make sure that she is safe?”

“You know I will”

He nods, “Thank you, for helping her.”

Jason sighs, “Listen, kid. I know that Bruce was probably the one who set you up with the models, I know you probably didn’t want them at all. But the fact of it is that Y/N did see you with them. You need to make her feel like she is the only girl in the entire world who exists, that your love only exists for her. You need to prove to her that you are Her Dami, that you aren’t the Damian Wayne she saw tonight.” Jason raked a hand through his hair, “I don’t want to see her in pain, and I don’t want to see you hurting either. Remind her that you are hers just as much as she is yours. If you do that, then you might have a chance of winning her back. But before you do, you have to ask yourself a very important question. What are you willing to do, give up Y/N for good, or disobey your father? Once you choose, then decide what to do, because you can’t have both. You can’t expect to be seen as a playboy like Bruce, and still keep Y/N”

Damian nods at the end of Jason’s speech, “Thank you, Jason. You … you are a good brother. I know now what I have to do”

———-

Will this fight tear them apart or will they be able to reconcile? WHO KNOWS!!!!!!

Love or gratitude ? BTS Jimin (M) chap 01

pairing: JIMIN X  reader y/N 

Genre: angst/smut 

M= mature contents 

summary: what will you do when all of sudden you find your self getting married to someone used to be your best friend’s lover just because he turned to be a father !!!

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Originally posted by bwipsul

*chap one : i like him !  


two years ago

you don’t have to be so shy if you really have all this feeling y/N ! “ jung hyerin said reassuring you 

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Opposite Direction [Part Two]// Teen Wolf and Riverdale

Summary: Escaping a program similar to the Black Widow program you begin a new life in a town where you’re aware isn’t exactly normal. Working in the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Department places you in the eyes of Stiles but when Black Widow finds you with Captain America will you return the favour to her?

Characters: Reader x Stiles Stilinski , Sheriff Noah Stilinski (mentioned) , Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, Archie Andrews, Ms. Grundy (mentioned), Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow), Steve Rogers (Captain America) and Cheryl Blossom.

Words: 2897

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel. Nor do I own Riverdale when it does appear. This means I do not own the characters from these shows/movies either.

Warnings: Swearing, injury, past mention of Archie and Grundy.

Requested: @fandomnationwhore

Author: Caitsy

A/N: This is probably going to be only a 5 part series at the most. Also I have no data so I can’t upload unless I’m at work.

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You blankly stared at the two Avengers standing in front of you while trying to keep their identity’s hidden from the people in the building. You weren’t sure how to react when you finally managed to swallow of the bite of your lunch and taking a long drink of water. It wasn’t every day that you managed to be tracked down by people you had fought.

“Um…why?”


“I’m sure you’ve been watching the news?”

“You mean how you get into hiding after the whole Sokovia thing?” You questioned raising one eyebrow at the two of them, “Because that was a real shitty thing huh?”

“I’m aware.” Steve sighed raising his eyes to meet yours again.

“So why is Black Widow with you? Aren’t you on separate sides of the law?”

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A Moonlit Revelation

I’m out w/ my mom and I wrote this little Alyanette Drabble in my phone bcause I remember thinking about it last night :> 

EDIT: The title was spelled wrong im so embarrassed :’))

AO3


Alya sighed and stared up at the ceiling of Marinette’s room. Any posters of a certain model friend of theirs had long since been removed from the walls and ceiling alike, and Marinette had since replaced them with photos she had taken.

Call her selfish, but Alya loved when the pictures were of just her and her best friend. There was something about the idea of ‘Alya and Marinette’ that just made her heart skip a beat and her entire body feel warm. She knew what it was- that the only word to describe the feeling was 'love.’ That’s why she thought she deserved to be called selfish; it wasn’t fair to Marinette to feel that way without telling her. But every time she tried, she froze in a way that was unusual for her, but familiar from all the times Marinette had done it in front of Adrien.

”Karma’s a little bitch,“ she muttered to herself as she thought back to all the times she had laughed over Marinette’s antics. Groaning, she rolled back onto her side, where the view was so much better than looking at the ceiling. Her eyes traced Marinette’s moonlit features, and even though she felt guilty for doing it, she couldn’t help herself. And when her hand reached out, to lightly caress the cheek of her best friend, she drew in a sharp breath.

Slivers of blue came into view and stared back, albeit drowsily. Alya froze, her heart more thundering down a flight of stairs than skipping along. She couldn’t look away. In her peripherals, she saw Marinette’s arm move, and her heart caught in her throat. The arm moved slowly and with grace, until it had led Marinette’s hand to rest upon Alya’s.

"Mari, I…” Alya started in a hushed and scared tone, ready to apologize.

“Shh. Jus’ gimme this this time,” Marinette whispered, squeezing Alya’s hand and pressing it closer to her face. She sighed, content, and her eyes slid closed before she murmured one last thing, “’M not ready t’ stop dreamin’ yet.”

Alya could only stare as Marinette fell back to sleep, her hand loosening its hold on Alya’s. She was finally able to breathe again, and she could feel hope blossom in her chest. Giving the hand held in hers a squeeze, and shifting to be just a little closer, Alya felt her own eyelids begin to droop. 

It was with a happy and sweet smile that Alya fell asleep. 

And when she woke in the morning, she had no complaints over the way Marinette had wrapped around her, and melted into the contact as she allowed herself to drift back to a peaceful slumber.

of ribbons & rosin ( cs au )

Plot: Killian is a single father, and his daughter is enrolled in Emma’s dance class. He has nobody to watch his daughter after class, and he’s often late, so Emma usually sits and talks to the girl until she is collected from the dance school.

Chapter 4, Captain Swan AU, Rating M.

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“…and into pas de chat, plié -Alexandra, lower please- remember your arms…” Emma softly called as she weaved through her students, during the center work. She nodded in approval, smiling to her girls, and the occasional boy in the group, as they completed the patterns she had taught them in previous weeks. She glanced across the room to her superstar, Daisy, and gave the girl a favorable smile and nod. Emma could see the girl was ready to burst with excitement, about something or other, and she couldn’t help but chortle to herself as she made her way back to the front of the class, readying herself to end it. 

Holding up her hands, she gestured to the pianist to play the final chords of the practice music, and she nodded her thanks, gesturing for the students to perform their final positions.

“Okay, before we go home, there are a few things I want to talk to you guys about.” Emma smiled brightly as her students gathered around her, curious faces staring up at her, “First; we had such a fun time at the recital, and I’m so, so proud of you guys. You all danced so wonderfully, thank you! Second; we will be having a competition quite soon, so, I want you all to work very hard for me, okay? I will tell you guys who will be dancing, and to what.”

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half-light chapter 9

one /// two /// three /// four /// five  /// six /// seven /// eight

nine.

Melissa is the only one who actually knows they are living together - Scully has managed to divert all her visits with her parents to their house (“Are you embarrassed of my place, Scully?” “Our place, Mulder, and no… I’m just not in the mood to explain why we’re living together to my parents.”) but Missy had insisted on coming over and having coffee sometime last spring so Scully had disclosed her new address and made her swear not to tell. (“As a fellow older sibling, I can disclose that there is no way she’s not telling.” “Shut up, Mulder.”) Mulder isn’t actually sure when she is planning to tell them, but he’s guessing that she didn’t have Thanksgiving in mind, when Melissa accidentally slips up and mentions “Dana and Fox’s place”. (He swears that she calls him that just to irritate him, seeing as how Scully had introduced him as Mulder in this universe.) Scully’s father immediately gives him a look that makes him want to melt on the spot, followed by a similar look from Bill Jr. Meanwhile, Scully is giving Melissa a nearly identical glare. Maggie doesn’t say much in the moment, but she kisses Mulder on the cheek at the door and not-so-subtly slides marriage into the conversation, smiling in a way that manages to be encouraging encouraging and encouraging and threatening all at once. She’d probably buy him the ring.

“God, remind me never to do that again,” Scully groans into his shoulder when they’ve finally gotten back to their couch.

“Um, honey? Christmas is coming soon, so I think you’ll have to.” Mulder scoots out of the way of the jab aimed towards his ribs for the honey. “If it makes you feel any better, holidays with my family would be worse,” he says. “It’d be a series of coldness between my parents and out of context questions about our lives. Also, I can’t remember the last time I brought someone home for the holidays. Or… ever doing that, in fact.”

Scully sighs. “I’m so incredibly grateful that I have a family to embarrass me at holidays… but I’d forgotten how confrontational it could feel at times.” She turns her face into into the leather back of the couch. “So this is normal? I should be grateful that my family’s back and can torture me?”

“Exactly,” Mulder says, rubbing his warm palm up and down her bare arm.

“Mmm. Well, I guess that’s what I’m thankful for,” she says into the couch. “What are you thankful for?”

He trails his fingers along her cheek. “This. You. The chance to start over, have a good life with you.”

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I DID IT I’M WRITING AGAIN!

Here is a preview of the Bad News Bears inspired Stranger Things fanfic I’ve been threatening you all with. (New followers, I’m sorry. I do a lot of Twin Peaks trash but my heart belong to Stranger Things)


“Your parties always get busted. I don’t know why you even try anymore,” Nancy Wheeler sighed before taking a sip from a can of Diet Coke. There were murmurs of agreement from every person at the table, barely audibly above the din in the Hawkins High School cafeteria.

 Her lunch table was a bit of a motley crew nowadays. Tommy and Carol had drifted away from Harrington after the cinema incident almost two years ago, and had been replaced by Lucas Sinclair’s older sister Sasha and her boyfriend, Freddy. Also Jonathan Byers. All of them, save for Nancy were members of Jonathan’s newly formed Elvis Costello cover band, This Year’s Model.

Dating

(Because I cant handle not writing!!!! im sorry of its bad! im typing with only one hand…. based on this headcanon by @chatsanova)

Alya didn’t know when they had started dating, but she was happy. They were perfect for each other, it seemed they could read each other’s mind most of the time. Alya once watched as Adrien turned around to ask Marinette something, but before he could even ask? The designer held out a stack of papers to him; they were the notes he had missed while he was out on a photo shoot.

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Drawn to Life || Klaroline

Klaroline Infinity Day 1 - AU/AH

Caroline’s finally getting to voice an animated character (her dream!), but she didn’t know how much time and effort goes into it as a creative team. She’s paired with Klaus, who studies her character traits and facial movements to bring life to the screen.


“Hold still, please.”

Caroline fought the urge to fidget as the massive camera revolved around her, capturing her image from every possible angle. It was hard not to track the man operating the camera with her eyes. His attention to the placement of her freckles was almost invasive, but he was incredibly hot.

The brass curls were artfully mussed, just enough that Caroline wanted to run her fingers through them. And his lips, god, they were so pink-

She shook her head, hoping to get rid of whatever lusty demon had taken hold of thoughts. Really, it was her own fault for swearing off dating after Tyler moved out. A cleanse was standard breakup routine, but maybe three months was too long.

“I said to hold still,” Klaus snapped, though his hand was gentle as he gripped her chin. “If we don’t get the digital model right, I’ll have to start all over.”

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Feathers

Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Ladybug. All rights belong to Thomas Astruc and his team.

Summary: In Mr Pigeon, Ladybug was witness to Chat Noir’s allergies to feathers. So was Marinette to Adrien’s allergies after being judged winner of the design competition. What if Marinette actually connected the dots?

Notes: Another repost. I’m also looking for a beta to bounce ideas off, since I love to hear feedback about my work. Message me if you’re interested!

XxX


“Is this a joke?” Mr Agreste asked, staring closely at the two identical hats.

Chloe gasped dramatically, stamping her foot. “No fair!”

She crossed her arms, wailing: “Marinette copied my design! It’s scandalous! How could you do that!”

If that weren’t enough, she started crying into the podium dramatically.

Mr Agreste raised an eyebrow at her dramatic behaviour.

“I apologise for the situation, Mr Agreste, but I can prove that this hat is my original design,” Marinette said smugly, her arms crossed as everyone’s attention was drawn to her instead of the wailing Bourgeois heir.

Instantly, Nathalie turned the tablet away from the wailing Chloe to face Marinette.

“Go ahead,” Mr Agreste said solemnly to Chloe and Sabrina’s gasps.

“Uhm,” Marinette began as she took the hat off its podium. “Everything on my derby hat is hand-made, from the embroidery to the weaving of the band to the stitching of the brim.”

Chloe scowled as she realised that Marinette was just about to unravel her carefully laid plan.

“It was all done by myself,” Marinette continued. “And last, there’s a special design element that only the true designer knows about.”

She turned the hat upside down, tilting it to expose the gold embroidery that spelled out her name in elegant gold cursive. “I signed mine.”

Chloe gasped in shock as her hands flew to cover her mouth, accidentally knocking over her podium. Instantly, everyone turned at the sound of the crash as the hat too fell upside down, exposing the gold embroidery.

Chloe ran off, sobbing once more as she departed the school grounds. “Daddy!” she wailed.

Nathalie turned the tablet around to face Marinette once more, Mr Agreste looking impressed.

“Very exquisite creation,” Mr Agreste said approvingly as Marinette blushed, staring at the hat in her hands. “You definitely have the labouring hands of a hatmaker, Miss…?”

“Marinette,” Adrien interjected, placing his hand on Marinette’s shoulder as he gestured at the aspiring designer.

“Congratulations on your demonstration, Miss Marinette,” Mr Agreste continued. “You’re the winner.”

Instantly, Marinette and Alya looked to each other, exchanging looks of glee.

“Thank you, thank you!” Marinette gasped in joy, bowing, her face absolutely ecstatic.

“Adrien will wear your derby on our next advertising campaign,” Mr Agreste continued.

Adrien grasped Marinette’s hands, the girl gasping and blushing at the contact.

“Awesome job, Marinette,” Adrien praised, his emerald eyes meeting sapphire. Instantly the blush grew tenfold and Marinette’s smile grew larger as she met his eyes.

Taking the derby hat from Marinette’s suddenly warm hands, Adrien started to put it on his head… only to stop when he felt a ticklish sensation up his nose.

“Ahh, ahh, ah, ah, ah, choo!” he sneezed, startling Marinette and Alya at its suddenness.

He sniffled, eyes lidded as he wiped his nose. Marinette blinked in astonishment, sapphire eyes wide. Then Adrien’s eyes rested on the shocked looks on the designer and reporter’s faces, and he paused.

“Uh, sorry!” he said, looking apologetic at the two. “I’m allergic to feathers.”

As if to prove his point, he sneezed again.

Marinette gasped in realisation. “Oh!” she said softly, before flinching as he sneezed again. Then a smile graced her face. “Gesundheit!” she called, waving at him.

“Ah, ah choo!” Adrien sneezed again, before sniffling and waving to her. “Thanks,” he said weakly before walking off, presumably to somewhere where he could get some tissues.

Behind him, Marinette exchanged another excited look with Alya, before jumping in the air. “Woohoo!” she cheered as the two laughed in joy.

Then a thought occurred to her, and called a quick “Sorry! Gotta go!” to Alya before chasing after Adrien. “Adrien, wait!”

The boy paused, just about to step foot into the limo, derby hat in hand, and turned to her. “Ah choo!” he sneezed once more, before turning to Marinette.

“What is it, Marinette?” he asked, sniffling.

“Uhh, the derby hat. We could, I mean, I could, not to say you can’t, but obviously you’re the model and all, but not saying you’re not because you’re perfect…”

“Miss Marinette,” Mr Agreste interjected sharply from the screen inside of the limo. “Can you get to the point? We’re on a tight schedule.”

“Yes!” Marinette snapped back, and once more confident and all business. “The feather in the derby hat. I could switch it for something else, since you’re allergic to it. I could use a flower, or maybe a fake feather, or some other ornament for derby hats.”

Mr Agreste raised an eyebrow, before looking at the derby hat in Adrien’s hats. “Impressive, Miss Marinette. Most designers wouldn’t alter their completed and submitted designs, particularly switching out the centerpiece of the design - in your case, the pigeon feather. Very well. Nathalie, clear Adrien’s schedule for the rest of the day. Adrien, go help Miss Marinette pick out a new ornament for the hat, since you are the model and we should make sure that you aren’t allergic to the new ornament, or Miss Marinette’s efforts will be wasted.”

Adrien gaped in shock for a moment, before grinning. “Yes, father,” he said, before closing the limo door. Instantly the car zoomed off, and he sneezed again.

“So, where to first?” he asked.

Marinette pondered it for a moment, a comment from Chat Noir suddenly popping in her head about feathers. It was weird, that both of the blonde-haired, green-eyed boys she knew were allergic to feathers…

“Achoo!” Adrien sneezed again. “Sorry,” he said, sniffling.

“Well, you’re not allergic to flowers, are you?”

“Shouldn’t be.” Adrien said cautiously.

“Great! Then first stop is my house to drop off the hat so you don’t sneeze all the time, then we’ll go to the florist’s to see the flowers!”

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“Oh, hello Adrien!” Mrs Cheng said cheerily from the counter of the bakery. “It’s good to see you again!”

“H-hello, Mrs- achoo!”

“Well now Adrien,” Mrs Cheng said cheekily. “I doubt my ancestors had the name achoo.”

“No, no!” Adrien said frantically. “Please accept my sincere apologies.”

“Oh, relax Adrien.” Mr Dupain said, coming out from the kitchen. “She’s just teasing you.”

“Oh,” Adrien sighed in relief. “Hello, Mr Dupain, Mrs Cheng.”

“Now, Adrien, you can call us Tom and Sabine, all of Marinette’s friends do.”

Adrien froze. “A friend?”

Marinette smiled at him. “Yeah, you’re a friend of mine!”

Tom grinned. “A really good friend, actually.”

“Papa!” Marinette exclaimed, before making to drag Adrien upstairs with her. Halfway up the steps, though, she suddenly remembered all of the pictures that were still up on the wall.

“Oh no!”

“What is it, Marinette?” the three chorused in unison.

“Uhh, nothing. Adrien, why don’t you stay down here? I’ll just put the hat up. It’ll only take a minute, heh.”

Adrien had barely nodded his consent before Marinette ran upstairs like a whirlwind. He shrugged, before he walked down the steps when he heard crashing upstairs. He made to go back up, but Mr and Mrs - ahem - Tom and Sabine stopped him.

“No need, Adrien. This always happens all the time.”

“Really?” He asked dubiously.

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it. Especially in the mornings when she’s in a rush to go to school.”

“Papa!” Marinette exclaimed.

“But Marinette, I’m only telling him the truth!”

Adrien laughed, stopping the incoming banter between the two as they heard him. He stopped for a moment, and smiled nervously.

“Are you staying for dinner, Adrien?” Sabine asked.

“Then he can stay forever!” Tom exclaimed.

“Papa! Mama!” Marinette screamed.

Seeing his cheeky grin, she immediately grabbed hold of his arm and began to drag him out of the bakery door. “Bye Papa! Bye Mama! I’ll see you later!”

“… I still ship them.”

“Me too.”

XxX

“What flower is that one?”

Marinette blushed. “It’s called a black cat petunia.”

“Black cat?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of a tribute to Chat Noir. After he saved me from the Evillustrator and all.”

Adrien smiled to himself strangely, before looking closer at the flower. ‘An even more fitting tribute than you think.’

He took out his wallet. “How much is it?” he asked the florist.

“What- no Adrien, you can’t pay for me!” Marinette shrieked, still holding the flower.

Adrien handed the money to the florist. “Too late,” he said, smirking.

Marinette glared at him, before she jolted, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. “Should we- Ahh, I don’t mean in that way, but oh my god, it’s we anyway - go?”

Adrien stared at her, shocked, for a moment, before nodding. “Yeah, I want to see how you’re replacing the feather with a flower.”

“Huh? Haven’t you seen the designers do it? I mean, some of them might replace things like buttons and such, right?”

“I haven’t seen it unless I’m the one wearing the clothes. Models don’t really see the clothes unless it’s the final product. Even then, it’s mostly fixing seams.”

“Oh,” Marinette murmured, rolling the flower in her hand, before her phone beeped. “It’s 4 already. We should get going.”

Then Adrien’s phone rang, and he frowned at seeing the caller ID. “Sorry, I’ve got to take this.”

He picked up. “Hello, Nathalie?”

Marinette sighed at that. It looked like her time with him was going to be cut short once more.

Adrien hung up. “I’m really sorry about this Marinette, I really wanted to watch you work.”

“It’s okay! Tomorrow’s a weekend, so you can come over and watch me work then!”

His eyes widened. “Really?”

Marinette nodded firmly. “Yeah!”

He smiled - a real smile, not the smaller ones he had at school - and grasped her hand. “Thanks, Marinette.”

XxX

“Say, Chat Noir, are you really allergic to feathers?”

“Yeah,” the response came. “Why, My Lady, concerned for this poor alley cat?”

“As if! It’s just that my friend, he’s also allergic to feathers.”

“It’s a common allergy, I suppose.”

“Well, it was weird how I found out, I suppose. I didn’t even know until today!”

He laughed. “Tell me about it! Two of my friends just found out, and one of them was really nice about it.”

“Oh?” Ladybug raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, see, she designed a hat for me, but she used a feather in the design. I kept on sneezing, but I had to wear it, so she generously offered to change it for me - and she dedicated it to me, even! Well, superhero me, but she doesn’t know that.”

Ladybug froze. “What?” she said weakly.

“Yeah, it was really nice of her, right?”

Marinette’s mind was racing a thousand miles an hour. Adrien was blond. So was Chat Noir. They were both allergic to feathers. Chat Noir’s friend had designed a hat for him, and she used a feather in it. Marinette designed a derby hat for Adrien using a pigeon feather. Chat Noir’s friend replaced the feather. Adrien and Marinette had gone searching for a flower to replace the feather that afternoon. His friend dedicated it to Chat Noir. Marinette had told Adrien the petunia was a tribute to him.

“-Lady! My Lady!”

“Adrien?” she said cautiously.

It was Chat’s turn to freeze. “What did you say?”

“Adrien. You’re Adrien. Oh my god, why didn’t I see it before! Oh my god, I’ve been so blind!”

Instantly Chat slapped a clawed hand over her mouth. “Quiet! Do you want the whole of Paris to know?”

She stopped then, but her eyes met his. “So, you’re really…”

“You can’t tell anyone!” he whisper-shouted fiercely, before his expression turned melancholic. “Being Chat Noir is my freedom. If my father knew, he’d trap me in that mansion again. Alone.”

Ladybug touched his cheek. “Oh, Chat.”

“Do you understand now? No one can know.”

She nodded. “No one else, kitty.”

They sat in silence there for a moment, before he spoke up again. “How’d you know that I was Adrien?”

“Well,” she said slowly. “First of all, you’re both blonde. Then, you mentioned being allergic to feathers.”

“Those two are common enough,” Chat said. “It could have been a lot of people.”

“I know. What actually confirmed it for me was your friend. The one who replaced the feather for you.”

“How could that have clued you off?”

“Tell me, Chat,” Ladybug spoke, excitement bubbling inside of her. She knew her most closely guarded secret was about to be given away, but to this person, she would entrust all of her close secrets to.

“Did she happen to replace that pigeon feather with a black cat petunia?”

“What- how did you know?!”

“Look at me, Chat, really look at me.”

For the second time that day, emerald eyes met sapphire. Then Chat Noir let out a soft gasp as he realized he recognised the confidence in those eyes. While he always saw them on Ladybug, it was also in someone else’s eyes - someone who had bested Chloe at her own game and impressed his father earlier that day.

“Marinette?” he breathed.

Ladybug exhaled. “Yeah.”

Then he took a deep breath. “Can I… kiss you now?”

Ladybug gasped softly.

“It’s something I swore to myself during the first Akuma attack. I told myself whoever it was beneath the mask, I’d love the girl. It’s not just because you’re Ladybug, it’s also because you’re Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the girl who’s class representative, the one who beat Chloe down and also impressed my father.”

“Chat,” she breathed, before her eyes glowed with confidence again. “I’ve love you too. Since that day in the rain. When you gave me your umbrella. And also when you’re Chat, the one who saved me from the Evillustrator, and the one who protected me from Timebreaker.”

“Ladybug…”

“Chat…”

“I love you.”

They both closed their eyes, and their lips met.

Then their lips parted, and now their eyes met, brilliant emerald meeting glittering sapphire.

No words were needed then. Their eyes met and thousands of words passed between them.

Then they smiled.

They knew everything was right in the world.

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Rich || Jaebum

Originally posted by mixedangel

Reader (you) x Jaebum

Word Count: 1980

Warning: suggestive but so much FLUFF OMG

note: this is it. the last chapter of rich. i’m may be crying inside because i will miss writing this lovely series. i’d like to thank everyone for giving this series so much love, i cannot explain how grateful i am! i love you all very much and i hope you will anticipate for mayday next! happy reading and take care :) -admin


one year later

I ran down the long hallways of the Paris airport, dragging my small suitcase along with me. The flight to Paris was delayed due to weather conditions hence why I was late for my very own fashion show. Security guards running alongside with me, pointing me to the direction of the exit. With Rose running behind me, I could feel the pressure weigh on my shoulders as we found the exit into the wide open area of the Paris airport. Cameras everywhere, flashing at my face while I tried to pinpoint a way to get out of this place. As fast as I could, I walked alongside security guards as they led me into my car and closed the door, shutting out the paparazzi.

“Drive to the hotel and straight to the venue, please.” Rose demanded the driver once we both settled inside the car.

“No, just the venue.” I stated, waving off Rose’s request.

“We need to get you changed and ready for the show. We don’t have time to stop by the venue.” Rose argued.

“Tell them to meet me at the venue and I’ll get ready with the models. I just need to if everything is planned out perfectly.” I argued back. I heard Rose sigh beside me, knowing that she can’t win against my decision. After all, I am the boss here.

Rose pulled out her phone and started to make last minute phone calls, telling my stylists to meet me at the venue. I pulled out my phone and pressed the home button to face myself with my lock screen background. It was a picture of Jaebum and I with his hand around my waist and his wide smile, dressed up fancy from when his parents threw a party for winning in court against Mr. Park.

With that my mind wandered to Jinyoung. After moving back to Korea, we finally settle my problem with my father’s debt in court. I provided the lawyers with enough evidence to defend my position with Jaebum helping me by my side. In court, I met up again with the Park family and thing time, Jinyoung was there alone and no one else. As usually, he looked strikingly handsome in a suit with his hair swept to the side. I forgave him a long time ago, realizing his actions were to protect me from getting hurt. When Jaebum told me that he got married with the same girl that ruined our relationship, the news kind of tugged my heart. I couldn’t help but think that could’ve been us if we weren’t in this situation. But then I told myself I had a great boyfriend who treated me like a princess.

I let out a breathy sigh as I felt my phone buzz in my hand, interrupting my thoughts. Looking down, I saw three new messages pop up from Jaebum himself.

Jaebum: Good luck today, baby girl. You’ll do great like always. I love you and don’t stress too much.

I smiled to myself, suddenly feeling fuzzy inside. When I started dating Jaebum a year ago, I realized that he never had a proper girlfriend that treated him right in awhile. So going on dates or doing coupley things was something Jaebum wasn’t used to. He told me specifically, on our first date, that he wasn’t use to holding hands with a girl in public because most of his girls were there for enjoyment, not for relationship. Of course, he told me he was willing to change his habits just to have a stable relationship instead of a steamy relationship. But I wasn’t complaining about the steamy part.

“We’re here at the venue ma’am.” The driver spoke up, interrupting my thoughts. 

“(Y/N), we don’t have time to check out the venue. The show starts in three hours!” Rose started to panic.

I waved her off and smiled at her, “Relax, Rose. We’re here and that’s all that matters.”

“I swear, you boyfriend is having an influence on you. A year ago you would be panicking in this situation. Now, you’re all laid back.” Rose scoffed, hopping off the car as I following closely after her.

“Don’t blame this on him.” I laughed at my best friend’s comment. “Jaebum has no influence on me whatsoever.”

“Sure.” Rose rolled her eyes as we entered the venue. “You’ve become more dominant, if you know what I mean.”

I smacked my best friend on the back and gasped, “You’re unbelievable.”

“Ah, Jaebum. Oh my god, right there. Ye-” Rose teased quite loudly, making the people hanging in the long hallways turn their heads to look at us.

“Shut up otherwise I’m firing you.” I snapped at Rose, feeling my cheeks rise up in color.

“Next time, if we’re staying in the same hotel, I’ll have to request a room far away from you two.” Rose stated. I gave Rose a mean look before entering onto the runway. I stood there, looking at the sight in front of me and smiled to myself. After coming this far in life, I could say I was pretty proud at myself. I worked hard, didn’t take any money from any man, and ended up with a nice life. Not mention a hot boyfriend.

Rose and I stayed on the runway, fixing a few problems and making slight adjustments for about an hour. It was until then I heard screams coming from outside the venue, indicating that my models have arrived. I looked at Rose as she flashed a terrified look on her face. Grabbing my arm, she rushed me out of the stage area and into a private change room where my stylists were ready to do my makeup. Rose forcefully pushed me down onto the chair as the girls did their work as quickly as they can on my hair and face.

“About an hour and thirty minutes until show time!” Someone yelled into the change room. I sat up from my chair and took a good look at my beautiful curly hair and simple makeup on my face. Thanking the stylists, I ran to get fitted into a dress Jaebum bought for me a while ago but I never got the chance to wear it. A black ruffled mock-neck cold-shoulder dress fitted with a gold belt and heels was very expensive to get since it was a limited edition. But knowing Jaebum, he got whatever he wanted right under his fingertips.

“Hey, I’m just going to meet with the models and organize a few things.” Rose said, popping her head into the fitting room. “You look great by the way, (Y/N). Jaebum would’ve been happy to see you in that dress.”

“Thanks, Rose. You look good too.” I smiled at her through the mirror. Rose returned a sweet smile before running off to handle the show. Looking down at the ground, I noticed a silver necklace that must’ve fell from my neck while I was quickly changing into my dress. Bending down, I grabbed the necklace and stood up just to suddenly fell arms wrapping around my waist, startling me slightly.

“What the f-” I cursed out loud, my heart racing from the sudden actions until I looked at the person who stood behind me in the mirror.

“Surprise.” Jaebum chuckled, his face resting on top my exposed shoulders. The famous signature smirk plastered on his face as I took a good look at him in the mirror. A classic suit and tie look with his hair swept back made my heart melt. I could never get tired at looking at this handsome man. The sight I fell in love with years ago.

“H-how?” I stuttered, slightly shocked by his appearance. “You texted me three hours ago and there’s no way you could’ve gotten here. The flight I took was the only flight to Paris.”

“I sat at the very back of the plane, same flight as you. It was a rough flight here since children and babies were crying their head off, interrupting my sleep. But I couldn’t sit in first class because you were there.” Jaebum smiled, kissing my exposed shoulder before he took the necklace out of my hands and helped put it around my neck. My heart started to warm up as I gave Jaebum finished putting on the necklace and sent a charming smile through the mirror.

“My poor baby,” I cooed as I turned around, grabbing Jaebum by the face, “The things you do for me.”

“The things you make me do, baby girl.” Jaebum smirked, pulling me closer to him so that our lips were inches away from each other. “Can’t believe I do all these things for you.”

And with that, Jaebum pushed me against the wall of the fitting room and connected his lips with mine. My arms wrapped around his neck as his lips perfectly molded against mine, leaving me breathless. Jaebum broke the hot kiss as his hands pulled down the fabric on my neck. He moved his lips to the sweet spot on my neck and sucked on it slightly, earning a soft moan coming out of my lips. Jaebum brought his lips up again to my mouth with full desire, his hands wandering up and down my waist.

Pulling away, Jaebum gave me another peck on the lips and smiled, “You’re not going to walk the red carpet?”

“No,” I sighed as I fixed my hair in the mirror, “How can I when I’m already inside the venue?”

“You sneak out the back, get a driver to drive you to the front, and then walk.” Jaebum stated, leaning his body against the wall.

“I don’t have a driver.” I pouted at him through the mirror.

Jaebum chuckled under his breath as he got off the wall and stood beside me, “Already taken care of.”

“You planned this out, didn’t you?” I laughed at him as I turned my head to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Yes, and I planned something special for tonight too.” Jaebum smirked before grabbing my hand and leading me outside the fitting room.

“Oh an what’s that?” I raised an eyebrow at him, knowing full well what he had in mind tonight.

“That’s a surprise for later.” Jaebum winked at me.

I laughed out loud, leaning onto his arm as we walked down the hallways and out the exit in the back. A black car parked on the side, waited for us both as I felt a cold air rush through my body. Jaebum, being a gentleman, opened the door and made way for me to enter the car. It was a short ride to the red carpet as we both prepared ourselves for the cameras.

Jaebum stuck out his arm once we exited the car and I took it as we walked down the red carpet, smiling brightly at the cameras. Stopping in front on the backdrop, Jaebum’s arms snaked around my waist, pulling me to his side as we smiled for the camera. I was too focused on the bright lights to notice that Jaebum’s hand made its way down to my ass, giving it a good squeeze.

“Jaebum, no.” I hissed under my breath, still keeping my sweet smile on my face.

“Can’t help it if your ass looks good from behind.” Jaebum said under his breath, remaining calm in front of the camera.  

“Fuck you, Jaebum.” I hissed, turning my body towards him and looking up at his handsome face.

Jaebum looked down at me and flashed me his famous smirk, his eyes shining in the bright light. His fingers brushed a few stands of my hair to the side, since it covered my face and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

“Fuck me anytime, babe.” Jaebum smirked, pulling away from my forehead. “My rich ass can take you anytime.”