that little hand ruffling his hair at the end

where marinette flirts
  • so alya told her to start flirting with adrien if she liked him so much, and the magazines give her step-by-step guides with 15 ~Chill~ Ways to Flirt With Your Crush Without Totally Embarrassing Yourself, so there’s no way this can go horribly wrong, right?
  • okay but marinette has to be realistic, when has anything ever gone right for her?
  • 1. like their instagram and watch their snapchat: okay but marinette already does this, she follows all of adrien’s social media and collects his takes from photoshoots and knows his schedule, and honestly, there’s really nothing he does that she doesn’t know about it? the whole point of watching his snapchat and liking his instagram would be for him to notice her, but it’s not like she can tell him that she does this, because that would be creepy right? but for the most part she thinks she has this part down pat. 
  • 2. make eye contact: and this one is damn near impossible. every time she looks at adrien, and he looks back, her heart turns into a puddle and she wants to melt. but okay, the magazine said to make eye contact, so that’s maintain eye contact, right? don’t look away as soon as he catches her looking. okay, she tells herself. i can do this.
  • adrien and marinette spend the rest of the week in multiple staring contests. alya and nino are extremely confused, but the game catches on, and soon the whole class spends Madame Bustier’s lectures in staring contests with the rest of their classmates. there’s a running scoreboard, and chloe and alya are surprisingly good at the game, which isn’t that surprisingly at all considering how many glare-showdowns they’ve had throughout the year. 
  • adrien just wants to beat marinette once, and how is it fair she’s so good at this??? marinette just wants to know why it’s not working; she hasn’t gone through dry eyes, blurry vision, and headaches for nothing. at this point, she’s read to pour Johnson’s No More Tears shampoo directly in her eyes to get them back to normal. 
  • 3. let your emojis do the talking: 🍆😛:eggplant: :yum:
  • alya sent it from marinette’s phone, and marinette is too busy dying to say anything about it. adrien still buys her eggplants for a month because he thinks they’re her favorite.
  • 4. wave and say “hi” when they walk by: marinette had to quit when her over-aggressive wave nailed nino in the nose and broke it. alya called him “raccoon eyes” for weeks. it didn’t matter though, adrien didn’t even wave back (though it might have been because his best friend was bleeding on the school steps). 
  • 5. invite your crush to hang out as a group: seems easy enough, right? she invites alya, nino, and adrien over for a study group at her house, but alya and nino cancel at the last minute to give her “some alone time with adrien”. only it doesn’t work out that way because she’s forced to actually learn physics when adrien notices she had some troubles with it and tutors her for the rest of the night. 
  • 6. say something simple, then keep the conversation going: marinette had trouble talking to adrien in the first place, so it was a miracle if she even got something simple out. adrien saves her the trouble anyway when he complicates her cat sweater, but it doesn’t go the way she imagined because it devolves into a heated argument over whether chat noir or ladybug was better, and oh my god, how could she be arguing with her crush over how much she sucked?
  • 7. remember what they tell you, and bring it up later: so adrien refuses to speak to her since she said ladybug sucked, and marinette is panicking internally 24/7. she makes him a hat to apologize because it’s summer and it’s blue, and when he asks her how she knew blue was his favorite color, she just smiles and tells him she read it in a magazine article. 
  • adrien looks touched either way while marinette wishes she could sink through the floor because she’d gone nearly a whole year without adrien knowing she read magazine articles about him. 
  • 8. give them a sincere compliment: 
  • adrien: “so what do we know about penguins already for this biology presentation?”
    marinette: “penguins are inefficient walkers…. they’re cute…. but not cuter than you.”
    adrien: “…thanks, marinette.”
  • adrien: “thanks, marinette. you’re so helpful.”
    marinette: “that’s me. i’m always helpful. i’ll always try to help you. you know, like… i’d totally hold a revolving door for you. i know that’s counterproductive, but you’re worth it.”
  • adrien: “god, they never get all the makeup off after a shoot.”
    marinette: “you know, i would really be okay with seeing you without makeup. that’s how much i like you.”
    adrien: “what?”
    marinette: “what?”
  • 9. casually touch their arm when you’re talking: marinette casually strokes adrien’s arm during their next study session.
    adrien: “… why are you touching my arm?”
    marinette: “i’m checking the seam work.”
    adrien: “….that’s my skin though.”
    marinette: “shh, don’t disrupt a designer at work.”
  • 10. offer them a fry: okay, but marinette doesn’t particularly like fries, so she figured she’d find another way to work this in. it happens one morning while she’s about to go to town on her croissant when she overhears adrien mentioning to nino that he’d forgot his breakfast, so she shoves the food in front of him and rushes away. alya can’t stop laughing at agreste’s startled expression when marinette shoved a croissant in his face without prompt. regardless, alya shares her own breakfast when marinette admits she didn’t have anything else to eat.
  • 11. give them something thoughtful: marinette buys adrien a ladybug-spotted scarf because she knows he likes the superhero. he protests when she gives it to him, but she just shrugs and said she owed him one anyway after dissing his favorite superhero before. 
  • the next day he gives her a matching chat noir one.
  • 12. tease them: she can barely keep a straight face when she teases adrien in front of nino and alya about always smelling like camembert. she even buys him three cheese wheels one day, but he only flushes darkly as he shoves them in his bag. she wants to apologize in case she hurt his feelings, but later that day, she notices that the cheese is gone. 
  • man, he must really like his cheese, she thinks in awe, and spends the rest of the day trying to figure out why adrien kept glaring at his bag during class. 
  • 13. steal their hat and put it on your head: adrien doesn’t wear hats, so she stole nino’s instead. adrien spent the rest of the day trying to set her up with his best friend. 
  • 14. ruffle their hair: marinette ruffles adrien’s hair when she walks into the classroom one morning. some strands end up tangled in her bracelet, and the two spend the remainder of class in the nurse’s office as she tries to cut them loose. 
  • 15. sit in their lap: marinette is a little hesitant to try this one, but alya ends up taking matters into her own hands and pushes marinette into adrien’s lap one day while the three of them and nino were visiting a cafe for lunch. marinette is flustered and apologizes profusely, and she finally finds the courage to look into his eyes. but instead of angry!agreste, she seems wide, shocked green eyes as adrien begins to laugh uncontrollably. marinette starts to giggle and shakes her head and it’s not until she looks at him again that she realizes… this whole situation seems really familiar…
  • “…chat noir?” she asks suddenly.
  • “what?” adrien asks. 
  • “what?” alya asks.
  • “what?” nino asks.
  • “oh my god,” marinette says and dies.

Needless to say, flirting was not her forte. But hey, she still got the man in the end, right? …. alright, it’s a work and progress, but still. 

it’s friday afternoon and they’re not going out later, not going to any party. they’re back at isak’s place after school and getting changed into something more comfortable, even picking something from one of isak’s drawers. and when isak takes his shirt off, even calls him “hey, isak!” and isak looks up and even pokes his belly button and isak jerks back, half gasping, half laughing and he says “oh, really?” and even wiggles his eyebrows and tries to reach for his belly button again, but this time isak is quick to make a step back, and another one when even tries to reach him again, and he asks “is this war?” and even shrugs, an amused smile on his face and he replies “maybe”. and that’s how even ends up capturing isak with his arms just a minuter later, that’s how they end up on isak’s bed, that’s how they end up kissing and laughing and kissing again 

after a little while, even asks isak “i haven’t seen eskild in a bit, what’s up with that?” and isak tells him “oh, yeah. one of his co-worker has been sick this week or something so he had to fill in for him. he’s like, been working non-stop” and even seems to think for a second before he says “i think we should do something nice for him. like, food and clean up a little? what do you think?” and isak looks up at him, his chin resting on even’s chest, a small smile across his lips and he says “you know you’re like the best person i know?” and he means it, from the bottom of his heart 

“i think eskild became a vegetarian a few weeks ago, so we have to make something without meat. pasta?” even lets out a chuckle, tells isak “we’re not making pasta isak, that’s all you guys eat around here” and isak replies “that’s not true!” and then he also lets out a chuckle, adds “i mean, it’s a little true.” even opens the fridge and looks around. “hmm, you know, once i had this tofu stir-fry with veggies, it was goooood” and isak says “sounds fancy. i trust your judgment” and even gives him a peck on the cheek, replies “you better”. and then they go to the grocery store, because there’s no tofu in the fridge, and the only vegetable they have is half a head of broccoli. isak puts a bag of chips and a bag of sweets in the cart, says “i mean, eskild loves chips and candies. plus, they’re vegetarian” and evens laughs and shakes his head. “i’m sure eskild will appreciate the thought” 

and so they make the stir fry. isak cuts the vegetables and the tofu into cubes, poking at the tofu, a questioning look on his face and he says “i’ve never had tofu before” and even tells him “it can be really yummy when cooked right.” even starts cooking, tosses the food around in the pan a couple of times, like he’s done this hundreds of times. when the food is done, he grads a fork, picks a piece of tofu and red pepper, gently blows on it and brings it to isak’s mouth. and isak eats the bite and nods in approval. “’ery ‘ood”. and then they quickly do the dishes, and at some point isak places his wet and slightly cold hand under even’s shirt, on the small of his back, and even starts a little in surprise, and isak tells him teasingly “revenge for earlier”

they put three plates on the table, the pan in the middle, and eskild arrives soon later, they hear him open the door. they also hear him walk toward the kitchen and say “oh wow, it smells good in here” and when eskild peaks his head into the kitchen, isak exclaim “tadaaa!” gesturing toward the table with his arms extended wide. and eskild simply stands there, and it takes him a second before he says “oh my god, you made this?” and isak tells him “well, even made this” and even wraps his arm around isak’s waist, says “isak totally helped me, it was teamwork”. and eskild looks a little tired but his smile is totally sincere and then he walks toward them, wraps an arm around each of them and they both hug him back and eskild sighs and says “you boys are the best” and isak tells him “well, you’re pretty great, too” and eskild ruffles his hair as he says “well thank you, baby jesus”

and they all sit and eat diner, and isak and even are holding hands on the table as eskild tells them about his day, about this cute guy he met at work and his annoying boss. he asks them about their week, says “i feel like i haven’t seen you guys in a week. i mean, i think i literally haven’t seen you guys in a week” and he lets out a little laugh and yawns. after a short while he ends up looking at his watch and saying “i think my wild and young days are over, i’m going to go to bed at nine on a friday night” he stands up and stretches out his limbs, and then gives each of them a long kiss on the cheek, says “thank you, thank you again. appreciate this a lot, boys” and isak laughs and wipes his cheek, says “you’re welcome, eskild, good night, sleep well”. and when eskild goes to his room, isak takes even’s hand and brings it to his face, plants little kisses on his palm and on each of his fingers, asks “dishes, then movie in my room?” and even smiles and nods, repeats “dishes, then movie in your room”

Love The One You’re With

“No no..Shit!” Mike chuckled as he once again didn’t pull away quick enough in the game of hot hands and Stan slapped  the backsides of his hands. Stan laughed in his eleventh victory and rubbed under his nose, scrunching it slightly as thought of the dust build up in Bill’s garage. 

Beverly crossed the dusty floor and flicked the radio dial all the way up and as the song kicked in, she grinned from ear to ear. “Monday, Monday, so good to me. Monday mornin´, it was all I hoped it would be.” She twirled on the tip of her black boot and fell into the cushion next to Mike with a wicked grin. She held out her hands, palms down. He grinned and moved to play the game against her as Stan fell back with an amused but bored smile. 

“We can’t just sit in here all day.” Stan whined and Bill chuckled from his seat on some old floral chair. Beverly pulled her hands away before Mike could slap them. 

“Yeah, Stan got a new outfit that he wants to show off.” She giggled as she pointed at Stan’s put together look, little reflective round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. He rolled his eyes. 

Everyone’s attention shifted as someone entered through the gaping garage door, which ended up being a scowling Eddie. Beverly shot up from her seat and ruffled her hand through his hair. “What’s up squirt?” 

Eddie frowned and shook his hair, which had been growing and curling this past summer. “It took me fifteen minutes of convincing my mom to get here.” He rolled his eyes and huffed. “Which I guess is an improvement from the twenty minutes it took me last time.” 

Beverly smiled kindly at him. “See! Could be worse!” She took the moment to spontaneously jump on Eddie’s back like she’d done to Mike and Bill in the past. Eddie wobbled a bit but stood fine. He even hiked her up a bit. She had her mouth agape for a few seconds before laughing. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t crumble Kaspbrak.” She teased. Eddie tried to glance up at her with a neutral face. 

“Having the weight of all my moms paranoia and worry piled on my back for years, gives a little strength.” He said in a monotone voice. Everyone burst into immediate laughter. Eddie basked in it for a second. ‘This must be how Richie feels….speaking of-’ “Wheres Richie?” he asked, Bev hopped off his back and shrugged. 

“Hasn’t shown up yet.” She frowned, sitting down next to Ben who was making conversation with Stan. Eddie copied her, frowning as he plopping down next to Bill. Just as the boys were caught up in a conversation about weather Pop Tarts were better than cereal, Richie ran under the doorway, threw his bag onto the old bean bag chair and threw himself to Bill’s left on the table, almost knocking the radio off in the process. 

Bill looked him up and down, his lips were red and his hair disheveled. “W-where were you?” 

Stan snorted from his place on the obnoxiously patterned couch, glasses falling to the tip of his nose. “Shelly Lumis’s car. I’m willing to bet twenty dollars, He’s been hanging around their place for too long.”

Richie cracked his neck and shot him a smug smile. “A man doesn’t kiss and tell.” He shrugs. Beverly throws him the cigarette she’d saved for him, he slid it into his shirt pocket. “Which is why Jeff Lumis won’t be telling his sister what we did in his car.” 

Stan rolled his eyes as Beverly let out a mock gasp. “My oh my, That’s scandalous Richie.” She waggled her eyebrows. Richie smiled. “So, how long have you been involved with this Jeff?” She asked. 

Eddie suddenly wished they could get off this topic, he scowled. Richie shrugged. “Dunno, I’d say…four weeks tops.” 

Mike hummed. “Interesting, and do you intend to keep seeing him?” 

Richie chuckled, tilting his head back to the ceiling. “Is this an interrogation?” 

Beverly’s smile faltered slightly, she twirled her necklace. “Well, You know Rich, after that last guy-” 

Richie tilted his head back down, black hair curling against the fluffy collar of his jean jacket. He saw the faces of his concerned friends and shook his head. “Look, I’m fine ok? I’m not a complete dunce.” He frowned. Ben hopped up, feeling a little disconnected from his spot. 

“So, this Jeff is special?” Ben asked, not quite sure how to phrase it. He’d seen all the doe eyed looks Richie had given Eddie all summer. Now that the season had turned, Richie had seemed to lose hope. It sounded rude but Ben hoped he’d given up because he didn’t think he had a shot with Eddie, he was just too oblivious. 

“I mean…he could be- I don’t-ugh”. Richie shook his head again and didn’t look open to talking about it as much as he’d been five minutes ago. Beverly clicked her tongue and smiled.

“Ohhh, he’s flustered now.” She teased and Richie blushed. “And he’s blushing”

If you asked Eddie, which no one did, He’d say Richie was just blushing from the sudden attention directed at him. He blew a piece of his hair out his eyes and pouted. He glanced at Richie, who looked like he was going to burst.

“Rich! I bet I can beat you in hot hands!” Eddie’s voice suddenly broke through everyone else’s and Richie grinned. 

“You’re so on Eds.” He hopped off the table, pushed Bill aside and planted himself next to Eddie, who’s hands were out with his palms facing downwards. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Shit! C’mon, another round.” Richie insisted, Eddie chuckled and hovered his hands under Richie’s. He psyched like he was going to move them and Richie flinched. His tongue poked out of the side of his smile as he did it again, but this time teasingly slapped Richie’s cheek. “Oh! You’re gonna pay for that Kaspbrak!” 

Richie suddenly launched himself on top of Eddie on the table and tickled his sides with a wicked smile. Eddie crumbled under him, laughing and swatting at him. 

Richie couldn’t stop himself, Eddie was too adorable. He found himself blushing again and his heart was melting at Eddie’s giggles. But as he glanced up, he caught Ben’s concerned eyes and he backed off immediately and regretfully. He knew Ben knew. And it killed him. It was embarrassing. 

Eddie sat back up, wiping tears from his eyes and smacked the back of Richie’s head. Richie chuckled as Bill turned the radio back on. A soft song flooded the garage. “If you’re down and confused. And you don’t remember who you’re talking to. Concentration slip away. Because your baby is so far away…”

Richie took a few seconds to identify it as it played on. He shrugged to himself and rubbed the side of his nose, turning slightly and raising an eyebrow as he noticed Eddie’s annoyed face. “Eds-?”

“-And if you can’t be with the one you love, honey Love the one you’re with. Don’t be angry - don’t be sad. Don’t sit crying over good times you’ve had-”

“That’s such Bullshit.” Eddie rolled his eyes and everyone quieted with curiosity. “If you can’t be with your true love, you should just settle? What a shitty life.”

Bill quirked his brow. “W-w-well Eddie, Do you think sitting around pouting about it is a good life?” 

Eddie sat back on his hands and scoffed. “No but it’s shitty to just settle for this other person just because you can’t have who you really want.” 

Richie gulped and nearly choked as his own spit went down the wrong pipe. Stan shook his head.

“Eddie, If you tried pursuing this other person and you couldn’t get them-” 

“Well what if they didn’t try hard enough? You know, love songs are full of cowardly leads.” Eddie shrugged. “I’m just saying. If you stick to pining after someone and not doing anything, of course nothing’ll happen and you’ll end up settling.” 

Richie bit hard into his lip and contemplated Eddie’s words. He glanced at Ben who looked concerned again but Richie couldn’t really find the time to care about what might end up being rejection, especially not after what Eddie just said. 

“Hey Eds?” He asked, uncharacteristically quiet. 

“What is it Rich-?” 

Richie crashed his lips onto Eddie’s, bringing his hand over to caress his cheek. He could almost hear Ben’s worry from across the garage. Everyone went dead silent. 

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CHAPTER 5 – A RARE CREATURE, AN INDECISIVE HEART – 2.5k

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A/n: This chapter is a little angsty, but the next one will be super light-hearted and a little smutty ;)


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Chicken Pt 1.

Finally! My story for MLM March ^_^ 

Part 1 is Adrino part 2 (coming soon) is Ninoir 

This definite has set up for OT4 potential because I can’t help myself, but the story itself WILL BE just Adrino/Ninoir  with background Alyanette and unrequited Adrienette. Where it goes after that who know ^_^

anyways hope you enjoy part 1


It was all Alya’s fault.

To be fair Adrien probably should have been paying better attention to the conversation around him, but still…

One minute he was happily enjoying his iced chai latte, distractedly scrolling through the Ladyblog and only catching every third word of his friends conversation and the next he was drenched in said Chai Latte stuttering and blushing like… well like Marinette. He still wasn’t sure what that was about.

The two had been arguing about flirting. Nino and Alya that is. Something about chickens… he really should have been paying more attention.

The important thing was he had not been prepared for his best friend to lean over and whisper “you know you are incredibly attractive right?”

Then came the blushing and the spilling of drinks.

Alya had doubled over laughing while Nino had helped attempt to clean up the mess. But even his traitorous best friend hadn’t bothered to hide the extremely satisfied gleam in his eyes.

The afternoon just got worse from there.

It started small. An innocent ruffling of his hair, sitting just a little too close in class. Little compliments messaged between their tablets when the teacher wasn’t looking. At first Adrien was flattered. It was always nice when his friends were affectionate. Given the lack of physical and vocal attention he got at home, Adrien was always desperate for more of the casual affection he saw his friends display so easily. Sadly he was still not secure enough to general initiate or ask for it himself.

Once class ended though it picked up to a whole new degree.

They had made plans before hand to go to the arcade together after school was out given Adrien’s surprisingly free schedule.

The had barely made it more than 10 steps from the school when he felt Nino casually lacing his finger through his own.

Adrien felt the blush returning with force while Nino continued his casual conversation with Alya, who shot them a glare before all but climbing on top of Marinette, who simply laughed and rolled her eyes before reaching back to toy with Alya’s hair.

It wasn’t that he disliked anything Nino was doing. In point of fact he rather enjoyed the increased affection more than he wanted to admit. He just wished he had any clue what was happening.

By the time they reached the arcade hand holding had morphed to Nino’s arm wrapped around his waist. At one point he was pretty sure Nino had sniffed his hair before commenting that ‘all those showers are paying off because you smell really good.’

Adrien was fairly certain that his make up artist was going to kill him because his face seemed to have morphed into a permanent shade of red. Of course there was also the chance that Alya would kill him first. She had been shooting daggers at them while Marinette giggled and occasionally whispered things into her ear.

“Ok,” Adrien asked when Alya and Nino disappeared off to get tokens, “what is going on today?”

Marinette raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“What is with the two of them?” he gestured in the direction their friends had gone, “I mean you and Alya have been hanging all over each other- which is fine, I mean it’s not like it’s the first time but you are being kind of… extra, today. And Nino is… just what’s going on?”

Marinette’s expression morphed into a look of amused pity, not unlike the look Ladybug tended to shoot him after he had crashed headfirst into the pavement. It wasn’t very reassuring.

“Oh… weren’t you paying attention at lunch?”

“Yes… no… it wasn’t that interesting listening them to bicker about movie troupes so I kind of tuned them out.”

Marinette bite her lower lip in a clear attempt to bit back another giggle and Adrien felt his heart sink.

“So you’ve really have no clue what’s going on?” she asked.

Adrien said nothing, wondering if maybe his father had been right about sticking with home schooling.

“They’re playing chicken.”

“What?”

“You have no idea what I am talking about do you,” Marinette sighed. “It’s a game… sort of. More like a contest. You try to see how far you can flirt with someone until you get scared and have to stop.”
“Oh,” Adrien said softly, not sure what to make of the swell of disappointment he felt at her words. “So all of this was just a game?” He tried to keep his voice light, but he saw Marinette’s eyes widen in understanding.

“Well, yes and no,” she said hurriedly,  “I mean part of the challenge is that it should be someone you actually like. Otherwise it’s too easy you know?”

Adrien gave her a somewhat pained smile, still not sure how he felt about this whole revelation.

“Honestly we thought you knew,” Marinette continued looking honestly concerned, “we just thought you were really bad at it.”

“Hey!” Adrien protested, although he felt his smile widen in genuine amusement at her guilty confession.

“Sorry,” she said, ducking her head in shame.

“Eh, it’s not your fault,” Adrien said “I should have realised something wasn’t right when Nino started flirting with me.”

Marinette stared at him. “Just how oblivious are you?” she blurted then immediately slammed a hand over her mouth.

“What?”

“Nothing!”

“Seriously, what am I missing now?” Adrien sighed and trying to give Marinette his best puppydog expression.
“Well I already told you- the game isn’t fun unless you are flirting with someone you are actually at least a little bit interested in,” she said, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“Oh…” Adrien said stupidly. “Wait, so Alya… and you… did you know?”

Marinette gave him a bemused smile. “She isn’t exactly subtle, and this isn’t our first game of chicken.”

“Oh… so are you guys, like an official couple then?”

Marinette flushed. “It’s complicated.”

“Something holding you back?” Adrien asked curiously.

“Well that answers my question about how oblivious you are,” Marinette muttered, no longer meeting his gaze her cheeks still stained a charming shade of pink.

Before Adrien had a chance to ask her to elaborate on what THAT was about Nino and Alya came back with two cups full of coins.

“So what are you two kids talking about,” Alya said leaning over and giving Marinette an eskimo kiss which she happily returned.

“Marinette was explaining the finer points of chicken,” Adrien said.

“Oh, you told him? There goes half my fun,” Nino complained.

“Wait he didn’t know?” Alya said her eyes lighting up, “Well no wonder you were beating me so badly! You were basically playing on easy mode.”

“Hey,” Adrien sputtered indignantly feeling more than a little put out by this whole thing already, “maybe I will beat all of you at this game.”

All three of his friends gave him a wide eyed look before bursting out into laughter.

“Adrien you don’t flirt,” Alya said between chortles.

“Yeah dude,” Nino said slinging an arm over his shoulder, “don’t get me wrong you are adorable and I love you, but you are about as smooth as a cactus.”

Adrien glowered. “I can be smooth.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Marinette said soothingly, “besides as much as Alya hates to admit it, no one ever beats Nino at this game.”

“I will some day,” Alya said smirking at the boy in question.

“Is that a challenge?” Adrien asked looking at his gloating best friend.

“Its not a challenge bro. It’s just a fact,” he smiled, leaning in a little too close. Adrien forced himself to hold his ground.

“What if I like a challenge?” 

“Trust me,” Nino continued with a smile, “there is nothing you could do that would phase me when I am involved in a game of chicken.

Adrien smiled as he got a terribly brilliant idea.

“We’ll see.”

andy-quick  asked:

Hey! Could you do one where the reader is dating Tim and whenever she visits the manor, Damian clings to her because he has this huge crush on her and basically just Damian sneaking in between the Tim and reader's fluff? Thanks! Love ya! ✨

Hi, sorry for the long wait! I feel like I diverted a lot from what you wanted… but nevertheless, I hope you will enjoy this!


The moment Damian hears the front door open and Pennyworth’s voice greeting you, he casually gets off the sofa he had been laying on and walks out from the living room, just in time to see you. The smile on your face when you see him is very bright – he feels smug about it – and you pad towards him.

“Hello, Damian.” You wrap your arms around him and Damian smiles in to the hug before wrapping his own arms around you too. If this was somebody else, Damian would have hiss and scowl at them, before threatening to take off their hands permanently for even thinking about touching him. “How are you?”

Damian pulls away to answer your question. “To pass time I read a few books just now.” In other words, he had been bored while waiting for you to arrive. You knew Damian well enough to understand his roundabout way of telling you about his feelings honestly. You laugh warmly at that.

“Can you show me what you read? I finished the book you recommended a week ago and now I am itching to get another book.” You tell him excitedly – surprisingly (though by this point, you really should not be surprised by anything Tim’s family procures) Damian has some really good tastes in books.

Damian huffs his chest with pride and nods his head. “Of course – we should go to the library! Father managed to buy me a few more books too. I think you might quite enjoy the new readings as well.” You nod your head and glance at Alfred who is watching the exchanged with bemused eyes. You wave your hand at him and he nods his head at you. The two of you left for the library, with you forgetting the first reason you came to the manor.

That is how Tim finds you a good half an hour later. You were supposed to meet up with him so the two of you can spend some time together and then have hi-tea but when you did not come knocking on his door the moment you texted him you had arrived, that is when he knew something was up.

This lead to him leaving his bedroom to look for you. He had been about to go to the garden – because that is also one of the places you like to go to whenever you visit the manor – when Alfred had kindly led him to the library, keeping a small smile on his face when Tim finally realizes just who had taken away all of your attention.

The moment you spy him though, all of his worries, bubbling annoyance and little tinge of jealousy disappear because the smile on your face looks incredibly bright and there is just something about the way you look at him that made him extremely happy. “Tim!”

Damian shoots him a glare and Tim does his best to ignore the youngest Wayne and heads to his girlfriend instead. He presses a kiss at the top of your head before putting an arm around you, sneakily giving Damian a smirk. He can see Damian gritting his teeth before picking another book to give to you.

Your attention is immediately back on Damian. “Oh, I have heard great reviews about this one; are you sure it is alright for me to be borrowing this much?” You look away from the book Damian handed to you to the growing pile of books. You are so going to have your hands full for the upcoming weeks.

“Tt.” Damian nods his head affirmatively. “Of course – father would not mind and Drake certainly would not stop you from reading.” Damian looks at your boyfriend. “He knows how much you love to read.” He smirks knowing how he had just effectively cut short any possible interactions he would have with you.

This was probably one of the reasons why Tim and you got so well together. You were obsessed with reading books, books in general just as much as he is with his work and his technology.

You laugh. “Thank you, Damian; I will make sure to return all of them in one piece.” You tell him as you gather the books in to your arms. Tim, seeing how you are struggling with the amount of books, took a couple with him. “Thank you, Tim.” You press a kiss close to Tim’s mouth.

“Should we ask Alfred to make a few sandwiches and head to the gardens?” Tim asks you as he stare at you. You smile brightly and nod your head. “The weather is really good too. Come on.”

Damian huffs and crosses his arms quietly. He knows your time with him is coming to an end.

You turn to look at Damian and smile before ruffling his hair with your free hand. “Thank you for this, Damian! Come see me later before I leave yeah?” You tell him and when he smiles at you, you grin back at him happily. Damian is such an adorable little kid; really makes you miss your own little brothers.

Tim wraps his arm around your waist and pull you closer to him, sticking his tongue out cheekily at Damian.

“Tim, love, stop aggravating Damian and let’s go.” You swat playfully at your boyfriend – it’s not like you were unaware of this weird rivalry the two of them have got going. You just choose to ignore it most of the time.

Summer

‘You know,’ Sirius smiled as he sat back into the battered wicker chair. ‘It days like this that make it all worth it.’

James laughed into bottle of butterbeer. ‘Please warn me if you’re going to wax poetic for the next half hour about how great life is, I need to call Remus to come and stop you.’

Sirius shook his head, laughing along with him. ‘No, don’t. He’s enjoying himself.’ Sirius smiled to himself as he watched his boyfriend walking across the fields, or maybe even skipping, not that he would ever admit it.

‘We did well, you know.’ James said, setting down the bottle.

‘What?’ Sirius asked, snapping out of his moment.

‘Ours lives, they went well, considering what we like in school. I don’t think anyone would have predicted we would end up here in fifth year.’

Sirius snorted. ‘True. Probably thought we would end up in prison, or better yet, dead.’ 

James smiled. ‘Yeah, we were awful.’

‘We weren’t that bad..’

‘We hexed those third years so they couldn’t get out of a tree.’

‘Haha, that bit was an accident, though we flooded the dungeons for almost a week that one time.’ 

‘And hung Severus from the ceiling of the great hall.’

‘And charmed the ears of those Slytherins…’

‘And you were both the biggest tossers I had ever met.’ 

Both the boys turned to look and the red-head standing next to them. She smiled and she sat down carefully on James lap, and he happily slid his arm around her back. 

‘But you grew up.’ Lily grinned. ‘A little, at least.’ She added as she watched Remus shoot sparks out of the end of his wand and set fire to some grass, his group of spectators all cheering as he did.

Sirius let out a bark like laugh and moved to stand up. As he rose both his knees made little clicking noises and James eyebrows shot up. 

‘You’re getting old mate.’ He smiled. 

Sirius just rolled his eyes. ‘Coming from you, half of your hair is white.’

‘It is not!’

‘It is love.’ Lily laughed as she ruffled it with her hand. James just pouted.

‘Merlin, to be 15 again.’

‘Prongs, we have our own 15 year old now.’ Sirius grinned, looking again at Remus.

‘Yeah, and he’s my fucking grandson.’

‘Language James!’ Lily hissed, batting him with her hands as the front door of the cottage opened.

‘Dad,’ Harry sighed. ‘James has just broken your grandfather clock with a broom he found in your cupboard.’

Sirius laughed. ‘As if we didn’t break everything in your parents house James, I bet you Teddy told him where it was as well.’

‘Yeah, that’s the other thing,.’ Harry said smiling slightly. ‘Ginny has just given Teddy a massive bollocking because he charmed the remainder of the broom to try and sweep it up and they’ve managed to break the rest of the furniture in the sitting room. She then had a go at me one for not telling them to stop.’

Lily snickered. ‘I love that girl Harry.’ 

‘So do I, unfortunately.’ Harry grinned. ‘But I need you two to go and tell them off, because I really can’t be bothered and Ginny is going to go berserk if she sees what they’ve done upstairs.’

James leapt up, knocking Lily off his lap. ‘On it, come on Padfoot, lets go and control our kids.’

‘Wait wait,’ Sirius grinned. ‘Remus!’ he called. 

Remus, Lily Luna, Albus and Regulus* all turned to look over at them, Remus still in the middle of explaining what some magical creature he had just picked up was.

‘I want him to come to.’ Sirius said waving them over. ‘He is going to love this.’

‘You three dare give those boys any ideas and I swear to God..’ Lily warned. ‘Ginny and I will wage war.’

James just bent down and kissed his wife, her crows feet scrunching up as she smiled. ‘Wouldn’t dream of it darling.’

*Regulus is the name I have given to another imaginary child Sirius and Remus have because I want it to be true so much it hurts.

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The Novak family moves across the street in 1987, when Dean is eight and Sammy is four. The parents are standoffish, something that Mary Winchester clucks her tongue over, but the kids are great. Or, at least, most of them are. There are so many of them that it’s hard to keep track.

The eldest children, Mike and Luc, fight with each other and everyone else all the time. There’s Anna, who has a rebellious streak and flits in and out of their lives on a regular basis. Gabriel, closer to Dean’s age, hangs around, but doesn’t seem as interested in spending time with Dean as he does in finding ways to tease Sammy. There’s Castiel, who’s about Dean’s age, and Dean and Castiel become best of friends pretty quickly. The youngest, Inias, Hester, and Samandriel play shyly with Sam on a regular basis.

Dean and Cas go through school together - elementary school and middle school are easy for both of them. When they get to high school, Castiel blossoms in history, English and math classes, while Dean does the same in math and science. They come home from school together every day, finish their homework quickly and then watch tv, play soccer, work on the Impala, whatever, together. 

They don’t fight very much, until it’s time for college applications. They snipe at each other for weeks until Mary figures out why - they want to go to the same school together, but neither Cas nor Dean want to say as much to the other. She rolls her eyes and resists slapping Dean up the side of his head. (She has had her patience tested with these two quite a lot over the years.)

Dean and Cas go off to college - together - and share a dorm room. They meet new people: Victor, Benny, Meg, Naomi, and while they don’t love each other’s friends, they accept them because in the end, Dean and Cas are still Dean and Cas.

When Dean dates Cassie, then Lisa, then Aaron, and Jamie, Cas spends more time with Meg. Cas and Meg try dating for a while, but that doesn’t really pan out. 

When Cas dates Nora and April (ended in disaster. He doesn’t want to talk about it), Dean spends more time with Victor and Benny, playing air hockey.

They graduate, and without even having to talk about it, get an apartment together. It’s really small, with only one bedroom, but they’ve spent their lives joined at the hip, and the last four years sleeping on twin beds across the room from each other, so it’s not like this is any different.

If they spend most nights falling asleep cuddled together on the couch, that’s nobody’s business but their own.

There’s always been contact between them - Dean slinging his arm over Cas’s shoulder, Cas standing a little too close, sitting hip-to-hip on the couch, but things shift now. The touches are more intimate now. Dean thinks nothing of ruffling Cas’s hair and leaving his hand hovered at the nape of his friend’s neck. Cas massages the tension out of Dean’s shoulders at the end of a long day at work. They wake up tangled together on the couch more often than not.

Everyone comments that it’s been a while since either one of them has dated. Hester insists on setting Cas up with a string of people, none of whom work out, mostly because it’s extremely exasperating going out with someone who can’t stop talking about his friend, Dean, all the time.

The last guy, Balthazar, gets up in the middle of their date and says, “Castiel, until you realize that you’re in love with this Dean guy, you’re never going to be happy.” He throws his napkin down on the table and stalks out of the restaurant.

Cas walks home slowly, mulling over what Balthazar said in his head. As he’s walking up the steps to their apartment, he comes to the conclusion that Balthazar is right, something that he’s probably known all along. He steps into their apartment, and everything seems to have a warm glow.

Dean’s lounging on the couch, his laptop open in front of him, but when he hears the door open, he puts it on the coffee table, a wide grin spreading across his face. 

It doesn’t take long for Cas to move across the room and settle next to Dean on the couch. Dean’s smile falters a bit.

“How was your date, Cas?” he asks, not really wanting to know the answer.

“Terrible,” Cas says, smiling. He scoots closer.

“Uh,” Dean replies. “Sorry?”

“Dean,” Cas says. He inhales deeply and opens his mouth to say something, but he can’t think of how he wants to put this. So instead he closes the distance and kisses Dean, soft and chaste. Cas pulls away, not sure what to expect, and he’s not surprised by the shell-shocked expression on Dean’s face.

“What –” Dean starts to say, but Cas hushes him with another kiss. It doesn’t take Dean long to get with the program, wrapping his arms around Cas’s waist and pulling him close. 

Cas smiles into the kiss, and can feel Dean smiling back. Coming home has never been so sweet.

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Deep Heart (2/5)

Sanders Sides: Virgil, Patton, Roman, Thomas, Logan
Blurb: When Logan leaves the others in Patton’s room, Virgil takes matters into his own hands and ends up revealing a secret Patton wanted to keep hidden. (takes place at the end of Moving On ½)
Fic Type: Hurt/Comfort, Drama
Inspiration: Inspiration for this story came from This Set of Tumblr posts by @fandomsandanythingelse @sidewritings @darude-sanderstorm
Warnings: Negative Self-Talk, Pain/Injuries
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ags: @loverofpizzaandallthingssweet @not-so-innocent-bi-sander @icecoldparadise @novagalaxy4real @little-lunatica @cinquefoilelove

Virgil shivered as a cold breeze ruffled through the hair on his head, moving down his neck like ice covered skeleton fingers. He blinked, his vision fuzzy but thankfully not overstimulated in the unfamiliar mostly dark space. He stayed still. Searching the darkness, wary of the sudden absence of bright stimuli that had had him running in the first place. This wasn’t his room. Nor was it the hallway outside of Patton’s room. What was this place? He took a calming breath, letting his senses adjust. Wherever it was, the space felt tiny.

How tiny though? A box? Was he in a box? Swallowing down a flare of panic, he reached out, only to cry out with a deep demonic roar as a thousand individual pricks dug into his skin.

Useless
                               Worthless
        You can’t do this.
                                          What good are you?


The whisperings of self-doubt rustled in his ears as he winced, half curling up in on himself. He snapped his mouth shut, cutting off the sound, but not the whispers.

Can’t ever do anything right.
                                                 Despicable
       Good for nothing.
                                       You have nothing to offer.
Ever.
              Waste of space.


Virgil gritted his teeth, making himself hold still so the voices would stop. He knew those whispers of self-doubt. Those creeper vines could strangle any bright thought, hope, or idea that sprouted up in Thomas’s mind if they weren’t found and torn apart. He fought them often to protect Thomas, almost as much as Roman did unknowingly when he went on quests. But what were they doing here? Why was he trapped in them now?!

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B.A.P: making out style

Bigbang ver.

Bang Yongguk:  

-bites his lower lip when he looks at you

-would run his finger through his hair and slowly walk up to you

-he’d slid his arm around your waist and pull you close to his chest 

-happy gummy smile 

-he’d brush with his lips over yours

-tease you a little bit

-but then he’d press his lips on yours 

-not too hard but not too soft 

-every now and then he would leave a trail of kisses from the corner of your mouth to your ear or your neck 

-his tongue would gently trace the outline of you lower lip 

-his hands would caress your sides and your back 

-you’d probably often make out in the studio 

-when it’s late and he is working on his songs 

-but then he turns around in his chair and just wants to hold you for a moment 

-when he has to return to his work he would place his hands on your cheeks 

-and give you a kiss on the forehead

-his lips would feel smooth and maybe he’d wear lipbalm 

-his kisses probably taste like peppermint

 

Kim Himchan: 

-he’d start with random kisses on your cheek

-at the most random time 

-probably when you’re watching a movie or something like that

-he has his arm around your shoulder and look at you 

-but you wouldn’t notice it, so he’d start to place playful kisses all over your cheek 

-you’d laugh and turn your face to look at him 

-he would smile so bright and bend forward to reach your mouth

-his kisses would be gentle and soft 

-slow movements, lots of smiles 

-his soft tongue would slowly caress your lips 

-he would play with a streak of your hair 

-occasionally brushing your cheek with his thumb 

-sometimes making out with him would end up in the bedroom 

-and he’d moan every now and then into the kiss, his breathing would get a little bit heavier 

-but sometimes he would just softly break the kiss, lean his forehead against yours 

-and ,with his eyes closed, he would smile at you 

-his breath would hit your lips when he whispers that he loves you 

-he would give you a last kiss on the tip of your noise 

-and then continue with whatever he was doing before 

-his lips would feel so soft, so unbelievable soft 

-his kisses probably taste like coffee                                                                                                  

(oh lord have mercy on my soul)

Jung Daehyun: 

 -he would innocently just ask for a kiss

 -maybe when he takes a break from dance practice 

 -you’d walk with him around the ts building 

 -and then he would ask you, grinning from ear to ear

 -so you would give him a short peck on the lips 

 -but he’d catch your hands and hold you close

 -he would stare into your eyes

 -slowly move closer until you can feel his plump lips on yours 

 -they would be a little bit cold from the wind outside

 -slightly moist, his lips would softly touch yours 

 -I think he would grab your butt during the kiss 

 -but you’d place his hand back on your waist 

 -he’d giggle and deepen the kiss a little bit more

 -and he would pull you into his arms, wrapping his coat around your body

 -as fast as the kiss would have started

 -as fast would it end 

-hed gently break it, smile at you and ruffle your hair

 -he’d take your hand and walk back to the building 

 -his lips would feel a little bit chapped, but so familiar 

-his kisses probably taste like vanilla                                                                  

Yoo Youngjae:

-you would have regular make out sessions

-every day when you come home from work he would pull you into a warm embrace 

-his sweet laugh would be music to your ears 

-before you can even take of your jacket he would leave a trail of kisses from you forehead 

-over your nose

-and down to your lips 

-where he would whisper “I love you” and then 

-Before you’re able to answer

-he would press his lips onto yours 

-and deepen the kiss with gentle movements 

-placing his hands on your cheek and brushing with his thumbs over your cheekbones 

-he would sometimes stop the kiss, smile and start to kiss you again 

-the taste of his mouth would invade your senses 

-he’d nearly smile all the time 

-but slowly he’d let go off you, knowing that you’re probably hungry or exhausted from work 

-he’d break the kiss once again, gifting you with his loving smile  

-and then he would prepare some food for you 

-his lips would feel silky and soft 

-his kisses probably taste like chocolate cake 

(everyone has so sexy gifs and then there’s youngjae)

Moon Jongup:

 -when it comes to kisses he would be really surprising

-he’d grab your hand when you’re on your way to the bedroom 

-show you his sweet and shy smile 

-pull you into his arms and wrap your hands around his middle 

-and then he would place his lips on yours, being a little dominant, but not in a bad way 

-he’d be the protective kisser 

-not letting you go for a second 

-moving his lips demanding but tenderly on yours 

-but anyway his tongue would shyly search for yours 

-and tease you a little bit 

-letting his tongue run over your lips again and again 

-he would giggle quietly and deepen the kiss one last time before he slowly let’s you go 

-his cheeks would be tinted in a pale red 

-both of you would have to catch your breath 

-but then you would smile at each other 

-he’d kiss you on the top of your head and then continue with his daily routine 

-his lips would feel a bit rough, but loving. 

-his kisses probably taste like cinnamon 

Choi Junhong:

-you would catch him staring at you, when you are both laying in the bed 

-you would work on something on your laptop 

-he would work on something, but get distracted by your natural beauty 

-you’d return his look 

-he’d smile, blush and raise his hand to stroke your cheek 

-he would carefully lean towards you, look into your eyes and gently place his lips on yours 

-soft and diffident 

-but the kiss would grow 

-he would move his lips more daringly 

-he’d pull you into his lap, play with a streak of your hair and bite softly into your lower lip 

-his tongue would cheekily search for yours 

-small, nearly inaudible moans would escape his mouth 

-he would press his lips a bit more demanding on yours

-his kiss would be wet, deep and it’ll leave you breathless 

-his lips would feel warm and smooth 

-and his kisses probably taste like a mix of cherry and chocolate

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~Admin Tatsmato~

(Is this still fluff? Who would have known that this is so hard to write (because the temptation to make it sexual is high) goddamnit, my soul has left my body)

Nursey and Dex stress study in the library | 800 words

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Both of their laptops were whirring in distress, and they had their legs tangled under the small table they were sharing in one of the corners. They were living in the library, the Haus too full of stress and their dorm rooms just too full. It had been a blessing that they had a found a table near a wall with outlets.

Their table is a mess. There’s a mishmash of empty and full cans of energy drinks and coffee cups littered in between notebooks and books, as well as empty wrappers for energy bars and chocolate. There were bottles of water at their feet that they ducked for occasionally whenever they remembered.

Nursey was bundled up in one of Dex’s hoodies, hair in a stupid topknot on his head as he didn’t have time for a haircut, and he was tired of running his fingers through it to keep it off of his face.

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Two Moons (pt.1)

Word Count: 1144

Genre: Fluff/Angst (?)

Pairing: Chanyeol/Reader/Sehun ft. EXO

Summary: You’ve been dating him for two years, but now you see him less and less. You try to adapt and live your life normally with the boys at the apartment. 

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anonymous asked:

protective/jealous Jungkook, a highschool au would be even better and smut would be 100% loved, thank you <3

Hi! Here you go, it was surprisingly difficult to find stories that have all of the above criteria (college!AU seems to be a lot more common). Ahh I’m sorry if some of the stories here don’t include smut or protective/jealous jungkook but I hope you’ll still like them!

Title: Baby Boom
Author: heyhosam
Rating: Teen
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Mpreg
Summary: The doctor didn’t stop putting pressure on his tummy, turning her head to see Jimin’s wide eyes fixed on the screen at his side that showed a little curled up form that was supposed to be his baby. He swallowed harshly, the lump on his throat barely allowing him do much as breath. Jimin was so fucked.
Warning: Mentions of abortion

Title: Chocolate Milk
Author: dyegu
Rating: Teen
Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst
Summary: The one time Jungkook yelled at Jimin and the four times Jungkook tried to win him back with chocolate milk.

Title: Ethereal
Author: BangtanLoyalty
Rating: Teen
Genre: Fluff
Summary: In which Park Jimin is a work of beauty. (or in which Jungkook thinks Min Yoongi should back off what’s obviously Jungkook’s and Taehyung should stop acting like he just knows everything. Jungkook isn’t jealous. Nope, he isn’t.)

Title: Expiration Date
Author: ERRwriting
Rating: Mature
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Summary: Have you ever heard of that one love story about the lovers that are brought back to life repeatedly because of their love for each other? You know, “the love that outlasted time”. Two people that love each other so much, they just can’t live without them. It’s the same thing with Jungkook and Jimin - except there’s one small difference. They don’t love each other. They hate each other. Jungkook and Jimin are over 400 years old and every single time they die, they’re reborn without any knowledge of their past lives. That is, until they see each other again for the first time in their current one. Once they make eye contact, they’re reminded of everything they’ve seen, done, said - but most of all, they’re reminded of how much they hate each other. After that, they have three months to live before they lose everything and are thrown into another cycle.

Title: Let’s Not Fall In Love
Author: jungkoojk
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Slow Burn, Angst, Fluff, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Smut
Summary: In which Jungkook is the popular kid, Jimin is shy, and a game of spin the bottle at a party brings them way closer together than they ever wanted to be.

Title: Risk Management
Author: atechamcham
Rating: Not Rated
Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst
Summary: jimin really needs to pass economics this year and being partners with his long-time crush jeongguk for the class’ most important project isn’t going to do anything but guarantee him a big fat F. so when jeongguk asks to be his partner, jimin says no.

Title: Shall Ever Be
Author: flitter
Rating: Teen
Genre: Pining, Romance, Fluff
Summary: After summer break, Jungkook comes back from a trip with gorgeously tanned skin, more than enough muscle, and a newfound, smug confidence. The first two things, Jimin can handle in his childhood best friend. The last thing might very well change their entire friendship.

Title: Slut Like You
Author: Bandit4Life
Rating: Mature
Genre: Pining, Romance, Fluff
Summary: Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook - polar opposites. Getting together through the most natural thing possible - sex. Mind blowing sex. Jungkook is the Bad Boy and Jimin is the cutest senior ever. After a one night stand Jungkook finds out how sinful Jimin can be and wants more but the other can be a little stubborn. Because just sex isn’t what he wants from the younger.

Title: Wait
Author: YannaB
Rating: Mature
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Romance, Humor, Smut
Summary: Jungkook blames Jimin. He blames him for making him feel this weird yet nice warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. He blames him for making him feel jealous whenever Jimin didn’t talk to him for days on end or when he didn’t hang out with him after school at their local corner store. Jungkook blames Jimin. He blames him for making his heart race when Jimin holds his hand or ruffles his hair. He blames him for having dreams where himself and his best friend do very explicit things. He blames him for getting more hurt when Jimin says things he doesn’t like compared to his mother. He blames him for making him feel this way. Jungkook blames Jimin.

Title: Your Face
Author: mixersmove
Rating: Mature
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut
Summary: Blindfolds are supposed to cover things up, but in this story they help uncover the truth.

**BONUS: JEALOUS JIMIN**

Title: Light a Fire in Me, Baby
Author: mintsugakookies
Rating: Mature
Genre: Fluff, Smut, Slight Angst
Summary: Basically, Jimin has had enough of seeing Jungkook in another man’s arms and his jealously gets the best of him.

Deer In The Headlights // Huang Renjun

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the prompt: could you write Renjun scenario based on Owl City-Deer In The Headlights? Fluff ending please, if possible.

words: 1215

category: song rec + fluff

author note: i love owl city sm i don’t even care. i also love renjun, he’s only a few days younger than me bless. so soft and nice; just wants to draw and talk abt moomin!! (honestly he’s so cute i lov)

- destinee

Originally posted by donghyukslee

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Okay but let me present to you: AU where Yuuri and Yuri are actually friends

Yuri Plisetsky is 15 and is the Junior Grand Prix gold medalist. He’s the rinkmate of Russia’s national treasure, Victor Nikiforov, and everyone expects him to be perfect, to live up to Victor’s reputation.

And sometimes, it’s hard to deal with all that pressure. Especially when you’re 15 and angsty and don’t want anyone to know just how scared and overwhelmed you are.

So when Yuri finds Yuuri crying in a bathroom stall after the GPF, he kicks the door down, and thrusts a handkerchief into the older skater’s face, telling him to “Wipe yourself off. You look disgraceful.”

Yuuri is perplexed, but he also finds the little punk kinda endearing.

Later, at the banquet, Yuri stomps angrily up to Yuuri to ask him gruffly if he’s feeling any better, and Yuuri laughs and ruffles his hair, reassuring him that he’s alright now.

Yuri hisses and bats his hand away, saying that he’s not a child, but he doesn’t walk away. He and Yuuri talk all night, and Yuuri doesn’t end up drunkenly seducing his idol.

Yuuri and Yuri start texting back and forth pretty often, and Yuuri ends up doing not too badly for the rest of the season, because Yuri is there to call him before competitions and yell at him to stop being a wimp, and threaten to actually fly out to Detroit to personally kick his ass if he doesn’t do well enough.

And Yuri, who’s seen Yuuri at his weakest, doesn’t feel too bad at letting Yuri see his vulnerable side. Sometimes Yuri will call Yuuri and not say anything, and Yuuri will know exactly what to do. He’ll reassure him that he’s amazing and he’ll do well and that, even if he doesn’t, no one’s going to bite his head off. At the very least, Yuuri will always respect him, and that’s enough for Yuri.

When, at the end of the figure skating season, Yuuri’s come out with a Gold in Four Continents and a silver at Worlds, Yuri excitedly suggests that he come to Russia to train under Yakov.

Yuuri hems and haws for a few weeks, but eventually, he agrees.

Yakov doesn’t have to be convinced to accept him.

Yuuri is in St Petersburg for exactly one (1) hour before Victor falls hopelessly head over heels for him.

Yuri is maybe a little possessive of his friend though, and he and Victor often finds themselves fighting for Yuuri’s attention.

Yuuri is stuck in the middle of it all, utterly oblivious.

But when he starts to maybe fall for Victor, Yuri grudgingly agrees to be his wingman.

He still doesn’t think that stupid, arrogant, flighty Victor deserves his best friend, but if it’ll make Yuuri happy, Yuri will accept him.

(But not without first giving Victor a frankly terrifying talk about what exactly he’ll do to him if he ever makes Yuuri cry.)

Not Best Friends Anymore

Request:  hi! can you write a Gabriel x reader where the reader’s sassy and sarcastic and Gabriel’s best friend but he also likes her but it turns out she’s dating either Crowley or Balthazar or whoever you want and her boyfriend gets angry and/or jealous that she spends way too much time with Gabriel and they break up and the reader is heartbroken and gabe confesses that he likes her and they kiss and stuff

Characters: Crowley x reader, Gabriel x bestfriend!reader, Gabriel x reader, Sam, Dean, mentions of Cas

Warnings: some language, lots of pining, Gabe needs to learn how to eat a pie, too much sass, so. much. cheese. ohmygod.

Word Count: 3930 (oops)

Tagging: @badsongwinchester @daughterofthebrowncoats (won’t let me tag you idk) @gabe-crowley-trash @tattooedluci
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A/N: I’m sorry that this took so long, I was just really stuck and one night I kind of just pulled this out of my ass so here we are. I also kind of changed a few aspects of the request, I hope you don’t mind. Enjoy!

Originally posted by nocturnal-mischief

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anonymous asked:

(if you're still doing these and haven't done this number): 48 tododeku

48. meeting again at a high school reunion au for tododeku (i am still doing these. sorry for the inactivity over the weekend~)


Shouto is more nervous for this reunion then he’d like people to believe. It isn’t because he’s been unsuccessful since high school, he and Bakugou are constantly fighting for the spot of number two hero. People know who he is. He’s what one would call extremely successful. He’s not nervous because he believes that someone will be looking down on him for what he’s accomplished with his life. He’s nervous because the chances of the number one hero being in attendance are extremely high.

Midoriya is proud of his status as a Yuuei Alumni and his focus on camaraderie and teamwork in the field hasn’t changed from what Shouto has heard through rumors from other heroes he’s teamed up with. Shouto used to be one of those heroes that Midoriya was always teaming up with until he moved to take over his father’s agency after his father died and Midoriya stayed in Tokyo proper where All Might used to keep his agency. At first they kept in touch but then things fell by the wayside and Shouto hasn’t received and email or text from Midoriya in three years.

Now Shouto stands in Yuuei’s event hall feeling anxious and out of place but trying not to look it. He chats with Momo and her wife distractedly, keeping an eye on the main doors so that he isn’t blindsided by Midoriya’s arrival. Somehow it’s still surprising when Midoriya walks in.

Midoriya has looked beautiful since before Shouto moved away and he looks beautiful on TV whenever Shouto catches the tail end of an interview but Shouto has forgotten how breathtaking it is to see Midoriya in person. People stop him to talk to him, shaking his hand and patting him on the back. He smiles and blushes, ruffling his own hair and giving humble little half-bows at every compliment. Kirishima, who works with Midoriya on a regular basis, puts Midoriya in a headlock instead of a normal greeting but Midoriya takes it in stride. Shouto is frozen, watching Midoriya be effortlessly social with everyone from across the room.

“When was the last time you talked to him?” Momo asks him.

Shouto rips his eyes away, feeling caught. He hopes that his face was at least expressionless. “It’s been three years. Seven since I last saw him in person.”

“You should go say hi,” Momo says.

Shouto shoots her a less than impressed look. “We’re not you and Jirou, Momo.”

She looks fond and sad. “I bet you could be.”

Shouto just shakes his head and turns away, heading for the snack bar to give himself something to do even though he’s the furthest thing from hungry.

He’s still perusing when someone settles next to him and says in a voice so familiar Shouto’s heart aches with it. “I half expect a few teachers to break through the wall and attack us as a form of training.”

Shouto tries to look at Midoriya out of the corner of his eye but it still makes his stomach flip and tingles go up his spine. “A few of the people in attendance are teachers, so I doubt it.”

Midoriya makes a thoughtful humming sound. “That’s true.”

Shouto bites the bullet and turns to face Midoriya, looking at him clearly. He’s beautiful up close. His eyes are still green and gold and Shouto knows what they look like lit up with his quirk. Freckles dust his cheeks and Shouto’s desire to run his lips over them is just as strong as it was ten years ago when they graduated in this very hall.

Midoriya’s eyes slide over Shouto and he can feel it like a physical touch. “You look really good, Todoroki-kun. I like the longer hair.”

Shouto swallows hard. “You too. You look, uh, good.”

Midoriya smiles and it makes Shouto’s heart beat faster. “I missed you,” he says before looking at his hands. Shouto follows his eyes and sees the one that’s still scarred from their fight back when they barely knew each other. “I wonder how you’re doing most days.”

“We should talk more,” Shouto says with a rush of confidence. “Like we used to.”

Midoriya looks up at him and brightens. Shouto wants to taste that smile. He thought that had faded with time but his tolerance must have faded instead because everything Midoriya does makes Shouto want to act on feelings he’s been pretending don’t exist since high school. 

“We should talk more than we used to,” Midoriya says.

Shouto swallows and nods. “Okay.”

For a long moment Midoriya considers him, like he’s trying to figure something out. Shouto hasn’t been the focus of Midoriya’s analytical mind for a while and he can feel himself start to sweat. Instinctively he cools himself down with his quirk and Midoriya’s sharp eyes seem to catch it by the way they move back over Shout’s right side.

Midoriya seems to come to some kind of decision because he takes a deep breath that Shouto recognizes from their long friendship as being Midoriya psyching himself up for something. 

“Come on,” Midoriya says, grabbing Shouto’s right wrist, the one that is cold right now from his quirk, without flinching and pulling him away from the snack bar. “We should dance while we can.”

“Okay,” Shouto says, confused. 

Before he knows it he’s on the dance floor with Midoriya in front of him. The song is slow so they’re slow dancing and this is a really bad idea because Shouto can feel Midoriya’s body heat. He sees Momo giving him a smug look over Midoriya’s shoulder and quickly refocuses on Midoriya’s face, though that is distracting too.

Shouto is so glad he has good control over his quirk because otherwise he might light himself on fire.

“Midoriya,” he says to distract himself and Shouto can feel a full body shiver run through Midoriya under his hands. Midoriya tilts his head to the side in question and Shouto feels himself smile. “It’s good to see you again.”

Midoriya bites his lip for just a second and Shouto’s heart skips a beat. “You too, Todoroki-kun.”


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anonymous asked:

Can you do 10 and 17 for Feysand? :)

10. staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in

17. height difference kisses where one person has to bend down and the other is on their tippy toes

A/N: I started this fic and then forgot where the story was going but I remembered!  I think it’s a fun one so I hope you all enjoy it :)

Also reminder that everything I post here is also on Ao3!


Wager

It all starts when Feyre takes the cooking class because she ‘wants to eat like an adult’ or something to that effect.  They’d managed to get sidetracked halfway through her rant about not being poor students (not that he ever qualified as the former) with the two out of the three food products left in their refrigerator - chocolate syrup and whipped cream make for fun, mini pickles not so much - so forgive him if the conversation’s content slipped his mind.  He’s certain Feyre forgave him…

But she ended up taking the two month class, doing well, and instituting a bi-weekly ‘dinner party night’ for their friends to all come over and sample her newest culinary endeavor.  And that’s when the jokes start. 

No one in their little ‘inner circle’ of friends had seen Rhysand in a long-term relationship (probably because he hadn’t had one) before Feyre so these evening soirées gave them the opportunity to see live-in boyfriend Rhysand at his peak.  Which apparently involves a lot more casual PDA than anyone expected - mostly quick pecks to the forehead and lips, only occasionally deepening enough that everyone starts clearing their throats dramatically.

It’s one of the former though, that really sets things going.  Rhysand is about to take a seat at the table as Feyre sweeps in with a full to the brim wooden salad bowl that brings a wave of citrusy freshness with it, when she tilts her head and rises on her toes like nothing and Rhysand barely takes a breath before he’s leaning down and pressing his lips to hers.

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John x Reader

Requested by Anon


You glared at John as he smiled and bought a drink for a girl at the bar. Instead of coming back over to you he stayed with her, flirting with her friends who seemed to flock around him.

“You’re not mad as that?” Finn asked as you cocked your head, sliding and arm around the boy’s shoulder as you ruffled his hair with the other hand.

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Fix This (TadashixReader)

Idea that popped into my head :)

Some siblings feels between reader and Hiro here~

*.*

You sighed as you put your wrench down for the hundredth time. You couldn’t get your mind to focus. It kept replaying that cursed memory from earlier.

Honey Lemon and Tadashi had been really close for about a week now. It hurt like hell, due to your growing feelings for your best friend, Tadashi.

You were walking to your lab when you saw them. They were sitting together on the steps to the lab, talking and giggling. This didn’t quite bother you anymore; you’d gotten used to it.

That was until she kissed him.

You felt your heart crack and held back your tears. You walked up the steps as far from them as you possibly could and locked yourself in your lab.

And now here you sat. You had skipped lunch, choosing to work on your project instead. Your focus was mechanics at the school, so you’d been toying with one of the really old motorcycles you’d come across to learn about the older pieces. But you hadn’t made much progress.

A knock on your door made your head face the entrance to your lab.

“Come in,” you muttered. The doors opened to reveal the last person you wanted to see today.

“Hey, (Y/N), I was wondering if you could look at something for me…?” Tadashi trailed off. His hat was on a backwards, a clear sign that he’d been working hard for the past few hours, and a pencil was tucked behind his ear.

“Sure,” you sighed out, getting yourself up off of the floor and wiping your hands on your jeans. You followed him down the hall to his lab and stepped inside. His whiteboard was covered in numbers.

“Okay. I’ve been working on those calculations for Baymax’s new battery, but I’m coming up with a weird number…” he trailed off. “I know you’re pretty good with numbers, so maybe you could give it a look?” Tadashi asked with a hopeful smile. You nodded and smiled, not wanting to explain your current mood to him.

You gazed over the data on the whiteboard carefully. You scanned each detail until something caught your eye. You worked out the problem with the correct numbers and came up with a probable solution.

“I think you just forget to carry the two,” you said with a light chuckle. His eyes widened.

“God, you’re good at this. Thanks so much (Y/N)!” Tadashi exclaimed as he hugged you. You weakly hugged him back.

“Yep,” you sighed out. He stepped back and looked you over.

“What’s wrong?” he asked gently. You racked your brain for an excuse.

“I’m just tired,” you said. “Didn’t sleep well last night.” He didn’t look convinced, but the excuse was enough for him to release his grip on you and nod. “See you,” you said as you walked out of his lab and back into yours.

You plopped back down on the ground and sighed. You knew you were going to have to eventually tell Tadashi you loved him or it would eat you alive. Too bad you waited too long to say anything to him.

This time there was no knock, just the sound of your lab door opening and closing. You gave a frustrated sigh, not even bothering to look up.

“Tadashi, I’m just tired. Please, go back to work.”

“(Y/N).” You looked up, realizing it wasn’t Tadashi’s voice. It was in fact the younger Hamada brother, Hiro, standing there. He looked down at you with pity as he dropped to his knees next to you.

The boy had been your little brother forever. You’d always been his older sister. He knew very well of how you felt about his brother. Hiro had always understood you. He knew about Honey Lemon and what Tadashi had done.

Without saying anything, he opened his arms to you. You fought back tears as you collapsed into Hiro’s embrace. It didn’t matter that you were four years his senior, you were just glad to have someone who understood everything by your side. He squeezed you tightly, arms wrapped around your middle. You threw your arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder.

“H-Hiro, I really love him…”

“I know, I know,” Hiro cooed in reply. “My brother can be a total ass without realizing it. Trust me, I know. He really does like you, a lot. He’s just an idiot when it comes to showing it.”

“It hurts so freaking much,” you replied. He rubbed your back and continued to whisper words of comfort. He backed up a bit and wiped your tears away.

“God I hate seeing my older sister like this. You know what? You’re coming to hang out with me for the rest of the day, and we’re going to watch stupid movies and eat gummy bears, whether you like it or not. And if you refuse, I will tie you to that chair and roll you to my lab,” Hiro said with a toothy grin. You laughed and nodded.

“Thanks little brother,” you replied and ruffled his hair.

“What are siblings for? C'mon, sad sack, let’s go!” Hiro stood and offered you his hand to help you up. You took it with a smile.

*.*

The sun was down before you knew it. You were lying on the couch in Hiro’s lab with your feet in his lap. Empty packages of gummy bears littered the floor. His laptop was sitting open on a table across from the couch, playing the end of The Lion King. The two of you had been going through Disney movies for the past few hours.

You were slowly slipping into sleep.

“A nap probably isn’t a bad idea,” Hiro suggested. You smiled at him before closing your eyes.

“Hiro?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re the best.” You heard him chuckle before you fell into sleep. The minute your breathing evened out, Hiro’s smile faded. He carefully took your feet off of his lap and set them on the couch, closing the computer soon after. He stepped around the loud plastic of the empty packages and out of his lab. He scowled down the hall at a certain door.

Hiro marched down the hall and let himself into his brother’s lab. He shut the door behind him and glared at the back of Tadashi’s head. Tadashi turned around and gave a smile to Hiro.

“Hey, little brother! I was just-” Tadashi stopped talking when he saw Hiro’s glare. “Are you okay?” Hiro rolled his eyes.

“No, Tadashi, I am not okay.” Tadashi set down his tools immediately and approached Hiro.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” Tadashi asked as he visually scanned his brother for injuries.

“I’m not the one who’s hurt, genius,” Hiro replied. Tadashi was a bit taken aback. He didn’t say anything. “Really? You missed it entirely?” Hiro gave a sigh and shoved his face into his hands.

“What’s going on, Hiro?” Tadashi asked, a little more sternly this time.

“Tadashi! You’re a robotics major! I don’t understand how you can miss it entirely! You screwed so much up and you don’t even know what you did!” Tadashi looked even more confused.

“Hiro. I need an explanation,” Tadashi said as he crossed his arms.

“It’s (Y/N).” Tadashi’s face suddenly went from confused to worried.

“(Y/N)? Is she okay? What happened? Is she hurt?”

“No, she’s not okay! You hurt her!”

“Me?”

“Yes, you!” Hiro yelled back. “You kissed Honey Lemon right in front of her! I’ve been trying to hint to you for the past few weeks that (Y/N) is in love with you!” Hiro stopped suddenly and his eyes widened. Tadashi’s mouth hung open in surprise.

“She… loves me?” Tadashi asked, now feeling guilty. “Does she know I don’t like Honey Lemon? That Honey Lemon kissed me? That she got excited over something and that was her first reaction?” Tadashi asked as his voice rose a bit. Hiro’s anger returned.

“Probably not! I found her crying in her lab. She’s been on the couch in my lab for the past eight hours trying to get over you!” Hiro yelled back. Tadashi sighed and threw his cap onto his desk. He ran his hands through his hair and sat in his desk chair, his head now in his hands. “Tadashi,” Hiro began calmly this time. “(Y/N) is an amazing, beautiful girl. She’s been my older sister for years. She’s treated me like a little brother and I care about her as if we truly were related, just like I care about you. Please don’t screw this up.”

“Where is she now?”

“Asleep in my lab.”

“I’ll wait with her then,” Tadashi said as he stood up. “I love her so much, and the thought that I was the one that broke her is going to eat me alive until I do something about it. In the mean time, call Aunt Cass and catch a ride home. I’ll lock up your lab,” Tadashi said as he wandered over to his younger brother. “Oh, and Hiro?” Tadashi ruffled his younger brother’s messy hair. “Thanks for not giving up on me.” Hiro smiled.

“Just try not to be such an ass next time,” Hiro said with a toothy grin. Tadashi shoved him jokingly.

“Watch your mouth, knucklehead.”

*.*

You woke up to a dimly lit room. You were still on a couch, and as you surveyed your surroundings, you realized you were still in Hiro’s lab. The lights had been dimmed a little and the computer was closed. As you vision focused, you could see someone sitting in a chair next to you, their arms crossed as they looked out the window.

“Hiro?” you muttered quietly. You heard a deep chuckle.

“Wrong brother,” you heard. Your vision cleared and you realized it was Tadashi sitting next to you. You sat up on the couch.

“What’re you doing here?” you asked with confusion. He scooted his chair close to you. You watched his movements carefully. “Tadashi, I-” You swallowed your words when he placed his lips on yours, letting his hands rest on your cheeks. Your eyes went wide for a second, before they slipped shut and your body relaxed. His hands slid down to your waist. You caught his hands in yours and broke the kiss suddenly. “This isn’t right. You have Honey Lemon…” you trailed off.

“No. No I don’t.”

“Tadashi, I saw you two this morning. I’m not stupid.”

“Honey Lemon kissed me. She got excited about something and just… showed it in a funny way.” You looked between Tadashi’s eyes and his lips. His hands continued their journey down your sides and you let him, trusting him. “I love you, (Y/N). Not Honey Lemon. She’s a friend. You’re worth so much more to me,” he said before claiming your lips once more. You slid into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist and the chair. Your hands tangled in his hair and his hands gripped your waist firmly. Soon, kissing went to making out, and making out led to Tadashi leaving kisses down your neck. It all left you breathless.

“I… love you too… Tadashi,” you breathed out heavily. He nipped at your neck and you let out a small squeak. He backed off for a second and looked at you.

“Make that noise again,” he told you. You looked at him, trying to get your breath back and your thoughts together.

“What?” you asked.

“That noise. It was cute. Make it again,” he asked with a smile. You still weren’t processing your thoughts fast enough to complete his request. He shook his head and went back to your neck, nibbling on that same spot. You made the same noise as he kissed the small wound he’d given you.

“Where in the world did this side of you come from?” you asked as he resorted to light kisses on your neck and collarbone.

“This,” he paused to kiss you, “is what you do to me,” Tadashi whispered as he leaned his forehead on yours. “Will you be my girlfriend, (Y/N)?” You smiled and pecked his lips, finally finding your breath.

“Only if you’ll be my boyfriend, Tadashi Hamada.”