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What can be done about gentrification?

I saw this on a reblog and I started answering it, but it turned into something I wanted to stand alone and not be tacked on to another post.

@rafi-dangelo I’m curious, I understand how harmful gentrification can be but what can actually be done about it? I really can’t think of anything.“
@rutabegaville

Nothing.  Movement of populations is natural and neighborhood demographics always change. But I'ma take a moment and describe the different ways irresponsible or disrespectful gentrification displaces and disregards the current residents.  This is all from a NYC point of view, but I’m sure it applies to other metro areas.

1) Choosing personal preference over neighborhood character.
I know plenty of people (mostly white, but some POC as well) who move to big cities from their small towns and they’re appalled at how little space you get for the money.  They want the same amount of living area they had in the suburbs of Omaha but they don’t have the money to pay for it in DUMBO or Chelsea or the Upper West Side or whatever.  So, instead of downsizing their expectations and living where they initially wanted, they move to brown neighborhoods where their money will go a lot further.  You don’t actually need that second bedroom so you can do yoga or work on your art projects.  You made the conscious decision to speed up gentrification in an area because you wanted more space than you could afford coming into a very expensive city to follow your dreams or whatever.

2) Using non-white neighborhoods as a transitional period.
I know plenty of people (again, mostly white) who will move to Harlem or Bed-Stuy or Washington Heights until their paycheck rises to a point where they can afford to move to a different neighborhood.  In terms of gentrification, it seems initially that it would be the proper way to do it – they didn’t stay for years and years and brown people can move back in after they leave.  But obviously that’s not how it works.  Businesses follow those transitional whites who make more money than the surrounding POC, but not enough money to live in the white neighborhoods they’re aspiring to.  So they bring with them the Starbuckses and the Whole Foodses and the juice bars, all business that lead to rapid increases in rents.  And then they get their raises or their careers advance and in a few years they’re gone.  It’s basically drive-by gentrification.  

3) Disregarding the local character.
I know plenty of people (mostly white) who have lived in gentrifying neighborhoods for years and have never met a neighbor.  Never gone to a community meeting.  Never gone to a block party.  I can accept that kind of passive existence, but then there are those who take it a step further to complain about things in the neighborhood that have been part of the fabric for decades before gentrification.  If you have a baby, don’t move to Washington Heights and rent an apartment on the main drag where all the clubs are and then call the police every night because of noise to the point where liquor licenses are threatened.  Don’t call the cops on the Ecuadorian lady selling dinner plates out of her living room for extra cash.  Don’t call the cops about the old Black dudes barbecuing on the sidewalk because they’re blocking the way.

Gentrification is a hard pill to swallow and there’s absolutely no way to prevent it.  However, as with most things, if you conduct yourself like a considerate human being, you can help mitigate the damages.

1) Think about where you’re moving.
If you tour a place on a block full of older buildings and you walk into your prospective apartment and everything is brand new, somebody probably just moved out (maybe not of their own volition) and the landlord renovated so he could jack the price up.  You can look up the history of a building and in NYC that’s helpful because shady landlords regularly force longtime tenants out of a building once the surrounding neighborhood starts to support a higher rental price due to the influx of gentrifiers.

2) Think about why you’re moving.
If you have X amount of dollars and you’re choosing between some neighborhood you love and another neighborhood you just plan to live in until you can afford the same amount of space in the neighborhood you love, ask yourself if you really need all of that space in the first place.  Sometimes the answer is yes, and that’s absolutely your prerogative.  I just want everyone to take a beat and seriously consider it first.

3) Don’t rent more than you can afford and then crowdsource the rest.
Y'all know I deleted a potential friend/date-person because they rented a two-bedroom they couldn’t afford with the intention of putting the other bedroom on Air BnB to cover the rest of the rent.  That is the most disrespectful form of gentrification.  You’re taking an apartment that was probably needed by a family who can no longer afford it because the landlord can get a much higher rent out of you…who also can’t afford it, but have the luxury of just being one person so you can crowdsource the rest of the rent.  It’s gross and there’s no part of me that will ever see someone in the same light once they rent an apartment with the explicit plan to cover the rent using a shared economy model.

4) Know where you’re moving and make sure you’re fine with the area as is.
Don’t move and then be shocked that a church is having choir practice on Wednesday night, the same practice they’ve had for the past three decades.  Don’t move and then decide the neighborhood is too loud.  Don’t move and then act like the Saturday afternoon block party is inconveniencing your life.  If you’re going to contribute to rising rents and corporate chains putting mom & pops out of business, the least you can do is let the people live and enjoy themselves the way they did before you got there.

I do recognize the benefits of gentrification, partly because I live in Harlem, partly because I follow trends and statistics, and partly because I recognize the unfortunate fact that a whole host of institutions from law enforcement to capital investment don’t give a damn about an area until white people move in and those improvements can benefit everyone, not just the new white folks.  But if you’re really committed to awareness, justice, and equality while also being a (possibly even reluctant) gentrifier, it’s your duty to make sure you’re doing it as responsibly as you can.

Whiskey

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 5,717 (yup…)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut! Sexual penetration, oral (male and female receiving), face sitting, dirty talk, language, drinking, Bucky being everyone’s wet dream…

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long, but I worked HARD on this one and I’m totally proud of it! (and before anyone asks, Howl at the Moon is a real bar in Indiana!) Enjoy. :) 



You stood in the street and looked up at the new sign that was being hung up in front of the building.

Howl at the Moon

Your pride and joy. You smiled with a shake of your head. This bar had just started out a little hole in wall. Nobody knew about it, and you were barely making ends meet with only 2 people on staff.

Now, it was a world-renowned biker bar. People from all over the globe have stopped in. You have worked hard to make it what it is. The many roaring engines from motorcycles and loud laughter rule this spot.

It kept your life interesting.

The alcohol stays flowing all night long and the grill stays hot. Your most popular item on the menu? Beer served in buckets. You would be surprised at how many buckets these burly bikers can put away.

Sing-a-longs, dance-offs and dirty humor keep your patrons coming back for more. Your lady bartenders have been known to jump on the bar to dance to some old rock n’ roll. Yourself included.

Ashley, your best friend, came up beside you and looked at the sign as well. “It looks fantastic.”

You poked her with your elbow, “Well I would hope you think so, you drew up the concept.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and tipped her head, “I’m a genius.”

You looked up at the black wolf, nose pointed up at a blue moon with a howl. It was really going to stand out at night when it was all lit up.

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splinter (m)

» pairing: jungkook x reader

» genre: angst, non-explicit smut / college au

» word count: 6,518

» description: Perhaps in their last moments together, the pieces won’t seem so broken. That maybe even with their jaded hearts they can salvage some replica of what it all once was. 

» note: there are mentions of cheating in this story

People love to talk about the ‘what ifs.’

What if they had just kept going, what if they had chosen a different path, what if things had just gone the way they had so desperately wanted them to? Humans torture themselves with these thoughts, all while urgently grappling at the threads of their memories that led to the fork in the road where things went awry. They ponder them tirelessly, wondering if they could’ve done something different, only to realize in the end that it didn’t matter because what was done was done. It was that simple, yet again, people still loved to talk, ponder, and torture themselves with the possibility of what if — However, in your personal experience, there was something much worse.

There was a sub-group of sorts to the what-ifs, called the ‘almosts.’ Almosts are burning flames of misery because they tease you by getting so heartbreakingly close to what you wanted. They were in your reach, resting on the tip of your tongue, only to dissipate before you could swallow it down and make it yours.

So yeah, you weren’t a fan of the-almosts. But what you were even less keen on was being in the same room as your almost, the thread of memories making the air thick as it wrapped its way around your throat.

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Guy What Takes His Time*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Featuring: Natasha, Wanda, Sharon (mentioned) and Sam.
Rating: Mature
Summary: Wanda, Natasha and Sam think Steve has feelings for Reader, but she tells them otherwise while actually feeling the same way for the super soldier. One evening,  they all make a plan to make both of them confess the truth.
Word Count: 2.2k
Genre: Fluff/NSFW-ish
Warnings: build-up, suggestive themes, and innuendos, mentions of alcohol, sexual tension, a little bit of roleplay, flirting, Captain kink (?) and Steve being a cute flustered bastard.
Author's Note: It’s a rewrite of the flirty scene between Natasha and Bruce in Avengers: Age of Ultron (you can expect some references, though). I thought it could be fun to switch sides with Steve and see how it goes. It’s also inspired by Guy What Takes His Time covered by Christina Aguilera in Burlesque.

  New Avengers Facility, Upstate New  York

“You did a great job, Y/N,” Steve announced in his deep voice as he passed the hallway with you, Natasha, and Wanda. “Ladies.” He stopped in his tracks, standing with this impressive physique, almost towering in front of you as his hands held the brown belt of his- oh, so sexy uniform.

“Thank you, Captain.” You smiled and he nodded slowly as if questioning whether he would stay to have a chat with you or not. He smiled gently and proceeded to take the stairs towards his personal quarters where he’d finally take a well-deserved shower after a hard, but successful mission with you and Sam.

Of course, he would’ve loved to linger awhile and see your smile just a little longer. He enjoyed spending time with you and the feeling was mutual. Maybe that after all these days spent with him, these missions where you saved each other, being partners and all this harmless flirting, there was something between you. Your chemistry was obvious to everyone after all.

“Have you seen the way he looks at you?” Wanda nudged your side and you winced, narrowing your eyes. “Don’t be silly, Steve likes you a lot.”

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Bonnie and Clyde Pt. 1

Next Part  > (Coming soon)

Series Masterlist

Fanfiction Masterlist

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut, mafia AU

Contents: Angst, drug mentions, smut, alcohol use, violence, mentions of violence, swearing, rough sex, biting, dirty talk if you squint

Word Count: 2,608 words

Description:

   The mafia world was full of surprises. But you certainly did not expect to be sold to the Kim family to marry their youngest, Kim Taehyung, aka the biggest douche in the mafia community, thanks to your father.

Music: I Love It by DEAN

Originally posted by aquaporis

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Underworld Powders Series- Lethe

The River Lethe has a couple connotations, especially in my own practice based on multiple Greek and literary sources. It is primarily the river of forgetfulness. Anyone who touches its waters will start to lose sense of themselves, their history, their life.
However, there’s an element that is also peace and sleep as the water of Lethe is associated with Hypnos and his branch of poplar that drips constantly. Hypnos’ cave is also supposed to residue on the banks of Lethe. 

Because of this association, I focus my Lethe powder more on peace and sleep than “forgetting everything”. I have used it in spells that are meant to help me get over a rough situation or person though- for sure!
I use it in my version of sleep sachet’s and anti-nightmare poppets as well.

Lethe Powder:

  • graveyard dirt (all my powders have a base of graveyard dirt because of my personal craft/style and to tie it to the Underworld where the Rivers resides)
  • dried chamomile
  • dried rosemary
  • dried thyme
  • pomegranate liquor (another element I add to all my powders as tribute to Hades and Persephone- you can use juice or seeds instead if liquor is not possible)

Also feel free to add other dried flowers that have a pleasant scent to you. I am not a fan of the smell of lavender, though I know many witches like to use it in sleep work. Feel free! The idea with this powder is to create a sense of peace and ease. I also like to use it for anxiety based mental health work, in addition to proper medical care and therapy of course.

I’d love to add elements of a white poplar in tribute to Hypnos and the branch Lethe drips from, but they are unfortunately not easily available in my area (it is not native to the US and is considered an invasive species). There are other populars I could look at, but I feel conflicted on that. So far I’m happy with the powder’s recipe.

Enjoy! This series will be ongoing- keep an eye out for the other four!


My Underworld Powders recipes:

Body Shots

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: On Dean’s birthday, you and Sam decide to throw your version of a party. Burgers, drinks, pie, the whole nine for your best friend. Sam goes to bed, leaving a very drunk Dean and a very drunk and very flirty you to yourselves.

Word Count: 2,028

Warnings: Drinking, very mild nudity, implied smut

A/N: This was written for @winchester-writes‘s Birthday Challenge! My alcohol of choice was Deanston scotch and my quote prompt was “Babe, I’m gonna need you to calm down a little bit, okay?” Both are bolded where they appear in the story! (this is totally a day late, and I’m so sorry!)

Originally posted by won-der-land89

Sam was out getting bacon cheeseburgers and something called ‘Super Mega Cheesy Fries,’ you were piling liquor bottles onto the table, and Dean was laid up in bed sleeping. Sam walked through the doors and threw the grease-soaked brown bag on the table beside the bottles.

“Set it up. Make it look good.” You instructed, then turned and walked down the hall to Dean’s room.

Popping the door open, you peeked your head in slowly and saw Dean’s side rising and falling with his calm breaths. You stepped to the bed, placing your hand on his shoulder and shaking him lightly. 

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4

For anon…reader is Tony’s daughter as requested. This imagine has mentions of an abusive relationship. I will place a ‘keep reading’ line in order to avoid accidental reading. You’re beauties’s health is much more important than my writing.

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Ternary (M)

BTS; Jungkook || V/Taehyung

Genre: Smut 

Word count: ~6.5k

WARNINGS: Graphic smut, threesome, breathplay, oral, also a surprise in there that I don’t want to give away tbh (It’s nothing like rape or blood or anything like that, but if you don’t like surprises I’m sorry)

A/N: Shameless, sinning porn with Taekook. Good luck to you all. Sorry there is no description, but there is literally no plot to this what-so-ever. Haha. This is for my good friend and roommate @jeonjeongwhat / @aegyopop 


Originally posted by gayerthanthegays

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sudden realization 2 || j. jk

Originally posted by purelyjimin

Summary: ‘Right because as a member of BTS being an ass is not a requirement.’

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, SMUT(I’m practicing don’t judge my skills lmao)

Words: 1794

A/N: I decided to do a time skip and just continue to the angst. Itried writing smut again and I think I am getting the hang of it but not entirely sure yet haha. Please enjoy  (;

part 1  part 2 part 3

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The Guy Upstairs

Word Count:2,588 

Warning: Smut 

A/N: a nice smut story with a little bit of aggressive Jin. Again! Big shout out to bangtans-baby for the quick edit!^^


 You tapped your pencil against your notebook in an annoyed manner. You knew in college, partying was second nature. But what you didn’t understand is how someone could have a party every week. How and when did their school work get done? This was the problem you were having with your upstairs neighbor, Jin. Over and over, you had asked him to keep the noise down but he continued to neglect your feelings. And this wasn’t one of those parties’s where people invite friends over for a small gathering but a P-A-R-T-Y! Where there is liquor and loud music involved. Students become sloppy drunk and no longer care about their surroundings or the people around them. They puke and fall down everywhere, not to mention the aftermath of cleaning up the mess. 

A loud thud followed by cheering interrupted you from your thoughts. You threw the comforter off of you in a huff and changed into sweatpants. You grabbed your keys and left out of the front door. Before you could take a step, a guy spouted vomit over the hallway floor and himself. This was the shit you were talking about, the negligence. Who was gonna clean this up once the party was over? It wasn’t like you stayed in the dorms and have janitors tidy up the place. You, Jin, and another guy on the third floor stayed in an apartment building and paid a quarter of the rent. The rest was funded by the school. The best part was that you had your own apartment to yourself, complete privacy. 

No roommates, no RA, no school staff to bother you. It sounded like heaven on earth that is, until you found out your neighbor was a party animal. And when he wasn’t partying, he was fucking his extremely vocal girlfriend. The sounds of their lovemaking was so loud and vivid, they could of been fucking right next to her. You stomped up the stairs. His apartment door was wide open, people stumbling in and out. After wandering around, you found Jin in the kitchen with some friends and his girlfriend. He looked buzzed but alert. When he spotted you walking towards him, he smiled. 

“Look who finally came to party.”

 "Can I have a word with you?“ You spoke, trying to keep the irritation out of your voice. Jin pulled you into his bedroom which, surprisingly, was neat and clean. He closed the door behind you, shutting out the rest of the party. 

"So what’s up?" 

You turned to face him, crossing your arms. "You promised me the last time that you would keep the noise and bumping down to a minimum. I know we are neighbors and we have to deal with each other until one of us moves out but could you at least show some compassion? I’m trying to study for an exam coming up in a few days but your parties are distracting. If I wanted to study or do homework in the privacy of my own home, I should be able to do that without being disturbed." 

Jin looked at you sympathetically. "I apologize. I’ve had a tough week with school and I wanted to relax with some friends. I swear, we will try to keep it down next time." 

"You said that last time, Jin!" 

"And I mean it this time.” He countered. You scoffed and walked passed him but before you could leave out the room, he spoke again. “You’re always so uptight. I’m here if you ever want to relieve that stress." 

You rolled your eyes and headed back to your apartment, slamming the door once you made it inside. That night, you slept with a pillow over your head until the party died down at 4:30 that morning. You awoke mid-afternoon and dress for class. You heard noises in the hallway but didn’t pay much attention to it until you stepped outside your door. Four guys were thoroughly cleaning from top to bottom. They were washing the walls, sweeping, mopping, and dusting off the banister. Soon there wouldn’t be a trace of a party ever occurring. You were really impressed. 

"Excuse me but why are you doing this?” You asked one of the boys. 

“Jin paid us to clean his apartment and the hallway." 

"Oh… okay. Well thank you, you guys are doing a great job." 

You left and returned a couple hours later to find Jin waiting at your door. "What are you doing here?” You questioned, earning a chuckle from him. 

“I live here too.” He stated. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. 

“I meant what are you doing at my door?" 

"I was hoping if you would let me take you to lunch. There was something I wanted to talk to you about." 

You looked in his face to see if he was joking. You and Jin never associated with one another outside of the apartment building. But it’s wasn’t "drunk Jin” or “silly Jin” only a guy with a serious look on his face. 

You found yourself at the local diner sitting across from Jin. You two had ordered a simple burgers, fries, and coke and were waiting on the waiter to bring it to the table. He was the first to speak and break the silence. 

“Thanks for joining me today. I know this may seem a little sudden." 

 "That’s okay but I’m curious to know what you wanted to talk about." 

"First, I would like to apologize about the loud noise coming from my place every weekend. It was selfish of me to ignore your feelings and disrespectful of me not to let you know what is going on. So I’m coming to you like a man and letting you know that from now on, I promise not to make a sound.” The last thing you expected was for him to apologize and it caught you off guard. 

“Second, I promise to clean up after each party. You don’t have worry when you step outside your door." 

 You took a sip of your drink and cleared your throat. "Thank you for understanding, it really means a lot. I’ll try not to bitch at you so much if that helps." 

"It does,” Jin smiled. You both shared a laugh before lifting your glasses for a toast. “To neighbors…" 

"To neighbors!" 

~~~ 

The pillow was pressed against your ears, trying to drown out the sounds. It had been two weeks since Jin had taken you to lunch and promised to keep the noise down. But as of that moment, he was upstairs fucking his annoyingly loud girlfriend. Not to mention the bed was bumping against the wall. The day before, he had threw another party. It was so chaotic that drunk people were trying to enter in to your apartment. You should have known better than to trust a word that came out of his mouth. Jin will always be an inconsiderate jerk who only cared about himself. You were over it. 

The next day, you stormed up the stairs banging hard on his door until he opened it. A sleepy head Jin emerged from the other side of the door. His hair was unkempt and he was shirtless. You figured he would still in bed, after all, he did have a long night. Jin rubbed his eyes trying to focus on you. 

"What’s up?” His deep raspy voice asked. Your breath hitched in your throat as you lost your train of thought. 

“We need to talk.” You pushed past him and entered his home, waiting on him to lock up. What you needed to say was unpleasant and you didn’t want your other neighbor to hear. It’s suddenly dawned on you that his girlfriend could still be there. You didn’t ask before you came barging in and it made you somewhat uncomfortable. 

“She’s not here.” Jin spoke. He caught you looking around, trying not to be obvious but you failed. It’s actually surprised you when you heard his voice again. You weren’t aware that he was watching your every move. 

“Oh… well that’s good,” you tried to play it off by flipping your hair in disinterest. “I didn’t want your girlfriend to think something was going on between us." 

Jin uncrossed his arms and walked closer to you. "She’s not my girlfriend.” He whispered in your ear before walking into the bathroom. You heard the faucet running and you took the time to take a breath. Your heart was pounding and you didn’t know why but you were also nervous. This was the second time you were alone with Jin but this time you were in his house and it was just the two of you. It didn’t help that you were wearing tight short shorts and a loose sleeveless shirt, while he just paraded around in just pajama pants. 

“So what did you want to talk about?" 

You turned around and found Jin still topless, drying his face and hair with a towel. Your eyes drifted down to his abs that flexed every time he moved his arms. When your gaze returned to his face, the end of his lip was curled in a smirk. You placed your hands on your hips to show him that you meant business. 

"We sat at lunch and you promised me that you weren’t going to be noisy." 

"When was I noisy?" 

You narrowed your eyes at him. "The party two days ago! It was so out of control people were trying to break in to my house! And then yesterday, your girlfriend was screaming so loud I can still hear her voice echoing in my head." 

Now it was Jin turn to cross his arms. "When a party ends, it’s up to them to find their way home. I apologize if they thought your door was home. And I told you, she is not my girlfriend. Just someone I sleep with from time to time.” 

"But they are your guests!” You screamed at him. 

“Yeah but I told you that "I” would keep down the noise. I never mentioned anything about my friends or guests.“ He stated confidently. Your eyes widen at the true nature of his words. All at once your anger boiled over. 

"You asshole! I can’t believe I trusted a single word that came out of that smart ass mouth of yours!” But Jin only laughed. 

“Now, now… I thought you promised to be less bitchy." 

"Fuck you!" 

You stormed towards the door, only to have it slammed back in your face and you being pushed up against it. Jin turned you around and leaned in close to your face. His all to familiar smirk present on his face. 

"With an attitude like yours, you make me want to. Maybe then, you wouldn’t be so uptight." 

You stared into his eyes and without thinking, your lips crushed his. Jin responded by pulling your body towards his. Your tongues met in the middle as the fight for dominance began. He gripped your hips, making you feel his present hard on. The kiss ended and his mouth latched on to the side of your neck while he fondled your breast in his palm. 

"Do you always leave out the house without a bra?” Jin whispered in your ear. He didn’t even give you time to respond back before your shirt was being lifted over your head. Immediately, he spotted a piercing on your right nipple and chuckled. “You really are a bad girl." 

Jin placed his mouth over the entire areola, flicking the piercing with his tongue. His hands worked removing your shorts until you were standing in front of him naked. He grabbed your hand and led you to his bedroom, tossing you on his bed. 

"Wait, won’t your friend get upset that you’re fucking someone else?" 

"Why must you keep bringing her up? Is it because you are jealous after hearing me fuck her last night?” You rolled your eyes. 

“No." 

 Jin nodded and leaned his body over yours. "Good, because I plan on fucking you harder." 

He kissed down your neck, between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach until your glistening pussy rested in front of his face. He placed a light kiss just above your clit and moved away. Jin stripped out of his pants and laid with his back on the bed. You questioned his movements until he pulled you on top of him with your pussy in his face and his cock in yours. Instantly you felt his tongue lapping at your clit. You gripped the base of his cock and licked up the precum that was dripping down his shaft. Placing your mouth over the tip, your head bobbed up and down as you stroked him, taking more of him in your mouth. You heard him grunting under you which only encouraged you to move faster. Jin removed his mouth to wet his index and middle finger. He used his middle finger to tease your tight ass hole before penetrating it. His index finger entered your pussy and his mouth went back to work on your clit. You were in complete bliss and could feel yourself leaking down his finger. You groan around his cock and retaliated by massaging his balls. Right away, he pushed you forward, making his cock leave your mouth. 

 "Fuck,” he groaned. “Ride me." 

He held his cock still as you hovered over him. Slowly you slid down his length, emitting a moan from both of you as he stretched you open. You leaned forward and held on to his thighs as you began rocking your hips back and forth. Jin had a clear view of your ass and his cock moving inside your pussy. You moved your hand to rub your clit, tightening yourself around him. Jin felt the difference and threw his head back, relaxing against the mattress. His hands gripped your waist as he helped you grind on him. After listening to his reaction, you turned your head to look back. 

"Cumming already?” You teased. 

“Not even close." 

Jin sat up, wrapping his arm around your waist and flipped the two of you over so that he was on top. He spread your legs wider making his cock sink further into you. You held on to the bed for dear life as he plowed into you over and over. You voice echoed off the wall and you could feel the bed moving across the floor under two bodies. You finally understood what it felt like to be vocal and you loved the feeling. You were surprised if the entire neighborhood didn’t hear your moans. That feeling at the pit of your stomach was approaching and you knew you were close. Jin did too. His finger slowly circled your clit while still pounding away made your orgasm come a little too soon. Your pussy squeezed him, refusing to let go until your orgasm died down. Jin helped you ride it out by thrusting into you harder and faster. His orgasm was not too far behind. He pulled out and nutted all over your ass and back. He fell to the side of you and the room became quiet as you both tried to catch your breath. 

"So now do you promise to keep down the noise?” You asked, sitting up to look at him. 

 Jin thought for a minute before he answered. “Nope." 

"But, why?" 

"Now that I know what you will do to me if I’m loud, I think I’m gonna throw a party every day.”

To aspiring Sex Workers

There’s been nights where I’m sprawled on the bathroom floor with a liquor bottle in my hand because I’m ashamed. There’s been times when I’ve laid there at 2am with my vanilla boyfriend wrapped around me because I’m drowning in guilt. There’s been incidences I’m left in a hotel room covered in bruises with blood down my legs because I was careless with screening a client/SD. There’s been moments where I’ve bitten down on my own tongue so hard it bled because my friends were discussing ‘hookers’ and ‘whores’, not realizing one was among them as their best friend.

It’s time we stop glamorizing every aspect of this world.

It is not always the money shots, Lou Bou’s and expensive dinners. There’s a reason we get paid the rates we do. These are things that comfort us for what we exchanged. It requires a very select group of people that is able to cultivate the mental strength for this business.

Let’s make this clear now; there is a price to pay for money.

It is not “easy” work.

It is not for everyone.

You Mysterious Prick

Originally posted by fiveguysfiction

Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Length: 793 words

Warnings: slight profanity, mention of blood and gore

“Jesus, Eggsy!” Panic flooded your body, as well as your expression. Your eyes grew wide, at the sight of your boyfriend, the shock of his appearance stunning you. Eggsy was stood in the doorway of the kitchen, in your shared flat, clad in one of his usual work suits that he wore at the tailor shop every day. Only, the blazer was glistening in the kitchen lights, shiny, clearly due to the blood on it. He had small cuts all over his face, with blood dribbling down his dark blonde eyebrow, eventually dripping onto the suit and adding to the mess on his suit. The plate you’d been in the process of drying, dropped onto the floor, shattering. “Shit, Eggsy! A-Are you okay?” You rushed over to him, gently tugging him into the large bathroom down the hall. “What’s happened?”

“I’m alright, love.” Eggsy’s voice told you he was trying to be casual, but you heard a clear strain in it. What the bloody hell had happened to him?

You softly pushed him, urging him to sit along the rim of your claw-footed bath. Bustling over to the cabinets, you fumbled around, looking for the first aid kit you’d put inside when you’d first moved in, several months ago. “Babe, you need to tell me what happened. Are you bleeding, anywhere other than your face?” Eggsy nodded softly, his eyes avoiding looking directly into yours, looking slightly guilt-ridden. “Where, love?”

“My side.”

“Is that it?” He looked like he’d just fought in a war, or had bathed in blood, which meant you didn’t truly believe his statement about only being hurt on his side. “Eggsy, you’re soaked! If you’re hurt somewhere else, you have to tell me!” As you spoke, you were stripping your boyfriend from his soaked jacket, and then nearly ripped off the truly un-saveable oxford shirt, to get access to his side. Like usual, you felt yourself flush slightly at the sight of his toned torso, but you were soon distracted by the cut along his left side. Despite the fact the cut looked ghastly, it seemed to be the only injury on his torso – not including the small bruises along the bottom of his ribs, surrounding the abrasion.

Eggsy watched my face pale. “You should see the other guy.” That was his attempt to calm me, but it made you realised you still didn’t know what happened to him.

“You were in a fight?” Your question was nearly shouted, as you were completely worried now, “Love, were you mugged?”

Eggsy shook his head, “Can you stitch me up first, before we talk? Please?” He watched as you nodded, albeit hesitantly, “Thank you, love.” You worked diligently, now happy that you’d taken several first aid courses growing up. Carefully, you cleansed, sterilised and stitched up his wound, placing a pad over to secure it. “Okay, I’m going to wash my face, and sort it out, then I’ll meet you outside. Is that okay, love?” You eyed him for a moment, before nodding hesitantly, “Alright, I’ll be out in a second.”

“Fine.” You were aware that you were being short with him, but you were too worried to care. Nearly storming out of the bathroom, you made your way into the kitchen, heading straight to Eggsy’s liquor cabinet – where he kept his posh liquors, as well as his cheap canned lagers. By the time he came out from the bathroom, you’d already grabbed one of the lagers, and popped it open, taking a long slurp. Eggsy came back out dressed in one of his Ralph Lauren polo’s, from his ‘common-wear’ section of his wardrobe. “Tell me what’s going on, Eggsy.”

He spoke bluntly, “Love, I’m not a tailor.” When you said nothing, he continued, “I work in covert operations, and I’m really sorry love, but that’s all I can tell you.”

It probably wasn’t possible for your eyes to widen anymore. “Eggsy…”

“I know.  I know you want to know more, but I can’t.” You curled into his non-wounded side, processing his words. A lot of things were beginning to make sense… like the secrecy he kept about his ‘work’, his odd behaviours when you two were out, as well as the fact he absolutely failed to repair that button on your jacket last week. “I’m being as safe as I can, I promise you, love. Making sure I come home to you… Maybe one day, I can tell you all about how I’m such a hero, and about how I’m so sexy and strong…” Lightly punching Eggsy’s shoulder, you cut off his ‘humble’ brags. “I love you.”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, being careful not to brush any cut he may have, “I love you too, you mysterious prick.”


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I don’t know what love is supposed to feel like.

Is it grappling for air, because any second could be the moment they take your breath away and never give it back?

Is it a battlefield of words, who can hurt the other most without leaving a mark?

Is it crying into the pillow, the phone, trying to figure out where it all went wrong?

Is it a strangers arms at 2am, liquor on the breath, anything to forget?

I don’t know what love is supposed to feel like, because I’ve never felt love.

Zach Dempsey (requested)

Anon asked if I could write an imagine where the reader was once close to Zach before high school but they drifted apart then reader stumbles upon that one scene where they are drinking near the liquor store and she knows it’s not like him and he says it is because he misses her

Okay so idk if this was supposed to be platonic or romantic, but i was thinking it sounded more platonic than anything so… yeah AND ALSO YAY FOR MY FIRST ZACH

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Originally posted by veronicsalodge

At first you were okay with it, the drifting apart. You two had been fighting over petty things and losing interests in certain things you shared. You two were maturing, becoming adults. While he became a jock and went out to parties and games, you were going to college ready classes and going on blind dates your parents had set up. You got a new group of friends and so did he. It was simple. But then you started to miss him, a nostalgia that needed three years to grow it’s biggest and harshest, a need for Zach to be with you once more. Because once upon a time Zach Dempsey did not care what people thought, and once upon a time, you loved him and he loved you. You were like Ying and Yang, the symbol without a bit of each of the other’s color was Ying Yang. Not Ying and Yang. Now you were just Ying. 

So High School was hard, it had always been that way. It became even harder when your newest friend Hannah took her own life. Even harder when Clay became distant because of it. Then you needed Zach more than ever; a simple hand holding yours in reassurance, a pat on the back… even a smile. Instead it was hushed whispers, ignorance, and condolences. They didn’t realize their somber looks helped nothing – they were nothing. The worst part was you or Hannah’s parents never got a note… or a goodbye. It was just done, like one day your relationship with Zach was. Now all that existed was memories and broken hearts. Just the two. 

So you found yourself reliving both every single day. A trip to the local liquor store, a chocolate bar, and a bottle of stolen vodka–sample size of course. Every day that’s where the memories sprung that slowly led to a good day’s heartbreak. Maybe if you had still been friends with Zach things would have been different. Maybe you would not have met Hannah– maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much. But you couldn’t ever say that out loud, because Hannah was the best person you knew. So losing her in any parallel universe would have stung like a bitch. 

it was an exercise in futility. You knew that the same clerk would be there, with the same expression on his face playing the same game. You knew he would charge you the same amount for the same candy bar and give you the same cheeky grin. 

So maybe this time it was different. Maybe you just needed a little change. So instead of coming and going, you stood for a while, contemplating the decisions before you. There were so many candies, liquors, and cigarettes. So you grabbed one of each. When the bell above the door jangled you paid no mind, just grabbed your different candy bar before going to the liquor aisle. 

“Well, well, well.” You heard a voice behind you. 

You didn’t turn. You didn’t need to. That voice was the one that near everyone hated around school but would never say it. Bryce Walker, the high schooler who looked more like a soccer dad than any soccer dad ever. The forty looking one. It wasn’t the time and you weren’t in the mood, so you grabbed the handle of the fridge and yanked it open, going in to grab the bottle you wanted. 

“Rum? Bad, L/N. Never thought you were one for drinking.” Bryce asked, suddenly behind you and very, very close. You shuddered and turned to glare at him, pushing his chest roughly. 

“Fuck off, Walker. Fucking grandpa looking ass.” You stormed to the cash register before he could react, ordering the clerk to get a pack of cigarettes for you as well. “Here, I’m going to use the bathroom, hold my stuff for me.” 

The clerk nodded with boredom before handing you the black key. You stormed passed Bryce once more and he just stared at you as you passed, winking before you were out of sight. You made a face of disgust. 

As you looked in the mirror you stared at the blue rings under your eyes, the nights of countless sleep. The nights that you wished your best friend Zach was holding your hand while he slept on the floor, the nights that you texted Hannah ‘til four. And under those bags were something deeper, because yes, you missed Hannah but you had been wrecked before she had found you. Before her death you were the same. It seemed the people kept leaving you; there was something about that that was ironic to you. The day Hannah died you had gone to the movies without her, the day you lost Zach you had told him you did not care. It seemed that you were pushing people away. 

When you were done in the bathroom Bryce was gone and you sighed with relief, going back to the clerk and handing him your money. As he counted your change you looked out the glass door to see Clay Jensen riding after Tony Padilla’s car on his bike. There was another friend who had distanced himself. 

It was almost serene when you exited the store, your expression placid and your bag full of shit you were going to do the first time alone and your wallet lighter. Almost. In this part of town it was quiet or way too fucking loud, and this time it was quiet… but then it wasn’t quite. There was yelling, whooping, and booing. The three things teenage boys did on a daily for every single reason they could conjure up. This teenage yelling though – it was familiar. It was the yelling you heard at any of Liberty High’s sports games, the yelling heard in the halls, the yelling that made you so angry you could cry. The yelling of the people who had torn you apart from the thing you needed the most. 

“Standall, I cant believe it! Jensen demolished you! What the fuck!” That was Justin Foley.

“Fuck you, Justin. I’m not in the mood.” Alex Standall, someone who had broken Hannah’s heart. 

“Give me the bottle, Alex. I’ll finish it for you.” That was the voice. The voice of a person who once loved you and you still loved. The person who was the missing piece of your life as of late. Zach Dempsey. 

During your freshman year when the blow of the separation was still a raw, open wound you had cornered Zach why he was acting the way he had been – ignoring you, playing mean games with other people. He had just rolled his eyes, “People change, Y/N. Maybe you should too.”. Maybe that blow had hurt worse than the time that he had stolen your smelly markers in the sixth grade and then denied the whole thing. Maybe that’s what made you a mess. 

But he could have told you that a million times on repeat, and you still would not believe him. People can change, but they could also just simply hide who they are. Underneath that cracked asphalt of a facade is the truth bleeding out like a nice, golden sunlight. This was not the Zach Dempsey that glowed like a rich, gold coin. This was the Zach that did what his friends did because he was scared that if he did anything else something would happen. His would be replaced, he would be made fun of, or his worst fear: he would lose all of his friends and just be ignored. Old Zach would never drink in broad daylight where any cop could catch him – underage and intoxicated. 

So you rounded the corner with you plastic bag swinging and faced the group you knew was there. They were all leaning against someone’s car coolly drinking from two bottles and laughing their woes away. Zach was sitting on the hood, his black hair sticking in all directions and his eyes squinted as he chugged the rest of the malt liquor. 

“Zach.” You said loudly, standing in the middle of the alley opening. All eyes turned to you as Zach nearly choked on the liquid, his eyes going wide as he swallowed the drink carefully before looking at you. He winced before throwing the bottle to Justin. He caught it and downed the rest. 

“Oh, uh, Y/N…hi.” 

“Get in my car, Dempsey.” You sighed, pointing to your car across the street. 

The other guys whooped and hollered, yelling out things you ignored as you stood there, swinging your bag around. 

“Y/N, I don’t think-” Zach started, taking a step forward, before Bryce stopped him. 

“Go, Zach. We’ll meet you at my house.” Bryce stared you down as your eyes flickered towards him – a dark, unreadable expression on his face. 

You turned without another word and walked to your car, knowing that Zach was following obediently. You threw your things in the back seat before sitting in the drivers side, waiting patiently while Zach took his time. 

It had been so long since you had spoken to Zach, so many years, but you knew what was right to say. When he was buckled up you stuck the keys in and turned the car on. “Alright listen, Zach. I know you. Say what you want, deny it, but I know you and your family. I know that the Zach that I used to hang out with – the Zach I still see in the hallways sometimes would never do something like this. How would your sister react if you all got caught? Your mother? It’s still light out, Zach. You’re not like this… and I care about you too much to see you do this. Especially with people like Bryce.” 

You sighed after your mini rant and started to drive, not giving him much of a choice in the matter. You weren’t driving to your house or to his – you were driving to Monet’s to get his system clean. He was sitting in silence, thinking your words over. 

“Y/N…” He said, unsure of what to say. 

“And I know we drifted apart, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t miss or care about you, Zach. The loss of Hannah just made it even harder to cope without you by my side. Clay Jensen has been too out of it lately. I just need someone, and if you need someone I’ll put you before me. Because I care about you more than I care about myself.” 

You stopped at a stop light and looked to see that Zach was wiping at his eyes, before sniffling strongly and shaking his head. “Y/N, there is a reason that I was doing what I was doing. I miss you too. I only do these things to fill the hole in my heart that you vacated quite a while ago. I miss you so much, you were my best friend.” 

You turned to Zach and placed your hand over his on his thigh before squeezing it reassuringly. He gave you a teary smile as you pulled into Monet’s. 

“Can we go back to where we were? I just really need someone. Preferably you.” You asked him softly, looking away slightly. 

There was rustling before he put his arms around you. “I was really hoping you would suggest it.” 

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this made me emotional

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pls gimme the thing called love

“Two for the price of one”

Request:

Author’s note: Can I write a Peter, Roman, Reader threesome?!?!? DO WE NEED AIR TO BREATHE?!??! IS GRASS GREEN?!?!? AM I SCREAMING BC OF THIS REQUEST?!?!?! HELL FUCKING YEAH!!! (sorry, I got a bit carried away)

Also, brace yourselves because this is a long one x’D

Pairing: Roman x Fem!Reader x Peter

Warning: smut, threesome, yes it also includes male x male (just saying), smoking, swearing, alcohol.

It was a typical Saturday night and you, Peter and Roman were stranded at this random party that a dude of your class was throwing. The three of you were apparently quite desired as guests, but you had absolutely no clue why. You understood why they thought Roman was cool, being super rich and sassy as fuck. And Peter was quite the badass as well. 

But you? You were just their best friend, the girl they hang out with for years now. You did nothing cool, wasn’t from an interesting family, but for some reason everyone thought you were rad. All because Peter and Roman liked you, liked hanging out with you.

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New Years Eve: Also Known As How Marinette Broke Chat

So, this ridiculously fluffy piece is my gift to @mr-hawkmoth, as a thank you for all the amazing pieces they right and things they post! :D You are really awesome, and I think you should get more love! Sorry for how poorly written this is, but I hope you enjoy it! ;) Pairing is MariChat, with a bit of reverse lovesquare at the end XD


“You know, you’re kinda becoming a stalker, kid.”

Adrien glared at his kwami, the tips of his ears burning red with embarrassment as he lingered in the shadows of the statue of Ladybug and Chat Noir.

It was New Years Eve, and his father had been called away on pressing business the day after Christmas, meaning Adrien had been alone for most of the week. Normally, he would have been taking advantage of this sudden freedom, but Nino, the only friend he was close enough with to actually call up at a moment’s notice, had already left town to go and visit his grandparents in the countryside. While so many of his schoolmates had shown up to celebrate Christmas with him, not once had he really spent time with any of them outside of the presence of his best friend, aside from Chloe.

At one point he almost thought about calling her, only to remember that the last time he’d spent New Years with her, he’d had to hide in the men’s restroom at the hotel when midnight struck just to avoid having to kiss her. Adrien wasn’t oblivious, he knew how she felt about him, but he also knew that while her friendship with him was genuine, her pursuit of him was shallow at best. No way was he going to encourage any misunderstandings this year just because he was lonely. Thus, he had been wandering around the city as Chat Noir, trying to distract himself from the ceaseless boredom that had been plaguing him, when he had found himself headed towards the bakery by the school.

‘Marinette.’

An image of the spunky girl who sat behind him at school flashed through his mind, and Chat felt his heart lighten immediately. She had been kind enough to make him a beautiful hat for Christmas this year, and even though it hadn’t been fixed with Ladybug’s miraculous, Adrien had really been touched by the amount of time and thought she had put into it. Honestly, he had been quite disappointed when he realized that her gift to him had been destroyed entirely, and hadn’t been able to even thank her for it yet as a result. Landing in the park, strategically out of sight behind the statue dedicated to Ladybug and himself, Chat debated with himself.

I mean, I do need to thank her… plus, her family was so welcoming the last time I was over. And maybe we could play some video games! I have been practicing— maybe this time I could actually beat her!’

Mind made up, he released his transformation, and had been in the middle of explaining things to Plagg when he heard her voice from across the street.

“Don’t worry mom, I’ll be careful,” Marinette called cheerfully, a box with the bakery’s name stamped on the side carefully balanced on her hip. “It’s only a few blocks, I’ll be back before you know it!”

And so he found himself hesitating, watching as she headed off along the sidewalk to make what was probably a delivery to someone.

Leave it to Plagg to find a way to turn the innocent circumstances into opportunity to tease him. Although… maybe stalking Marinette wasn’t such a bad idea. It was already close to midnight, and the direction she was headed was not well lit at the moment, making a lone girl easy prey for unsavory individuals. Decision made, he transformed once more and chased after her, surprised to realize that while he had been debating on what to do she had managed to vanish from his sight.

By the time he did catch up to her, the direction she was headed became pretty clear, and Chat felt himself frown in confusion.

Why is she headed to my house?’

Concealing himself behind a tree, he watched as she approached the locked gates to the mansion’s compound and pressed the intercom button. He felt a little bad for not being inside to answer her, but his instincts were urging him to keep her in sight, and so he watched as she shifted nervously from foot to foot, waiting for an answer that wasn’t going to come. She tried the intercom a few more times, and as the minutes ticked by with no response, her face dropped into a frown.

Great,’ he thought with a hint of sarcasm, ‘I’ve upset her.’

Shoulders slumping, Chat watched as she pressed her face into the gaps between the bars, looking for something that she apparently didn’t find. Body drooping with apparent defeat, the girl turned to go back the way she had come, but this time her pace was much slower.

Chat waited until she’d put some distance between them before he started to follow her again, this time on foot. Ducking from shadow to shadow, his thoughts raced. Why had she come over to his place with a delivery from the bakery? Did she get the address wrong? Why had she looked so upset? Did she think he had called in a crank order and then just not answered? Anxiety bubbled around his heart at the thought of another misunderstanding coming between them, especially after she’d been nice enough to give him a Christmas gift when none of his other friends had.

So distracted was he by his own thoughts, it took him a moment to realize he could no longer see Marinette in front of him. When it finally registered, he froze, eyes darting around to try and see where she had disappeared. Unease crept over him as he vaulted up to the nearest building, head whipping back and forth trying to locate movement. Unfortunately, even with his night vision, Chat couldn’t find a trace of her. Twisting around to retrace his steps, concern turning into panic, he was almost to the next roof when he heard them.

A group of voices, distinctly male.

And one rather annoyed female voice.

It had come from the alley around the other side of the building, and he quickly made his way to the edge of the roof. Looking down, he could see Marinette blocked into the darkened breezeway by 3 men. Sharp eyes taking in every detail, he noticed the leering expressions on their faces as they looked at the girl, and could smell the liquor coming off of them from where he crouched, ready to move if need be. Disgust choking him as he practically read their intentions, Chat couldn’t help but glance back at Marinette’s face, to see how she was handling the situation. Her expression made him want to flinch back, pure fury radiating from every line of her body.

Apparently, the males below were to dense to read the situation, and Chat listened as the one directly in front of his friend rasped suggestively, “Seriously babe, it’s almost midnight- don’t you want luck in love for the new year?”

“Yeah, and with three of us…” another one slurred, eyeing her like a piece of meat.

“…we can guarantee you’ll get lucky.” The last one finished the vulgar innuendo while moving uncomfortably closer to her, hand reaching out to grab her.

Oh hell no. Chat felt time slow to a crawl as the lecherous hand drew closer to Marinette, outrage and fear suffusing every fiber of his being. Moving on pure reflex, the need to protect the girl below from harm driving him forward, the outraged super hero could only think of one thing as he landed quietly behind the drunkards.

He was going to break that hand.

Before he could follow through on that thought though, a loud crack followed by a shriek of pain echoed around them. Emerald eyes widened in surprise as the man who had been reaching for the seemingly helpless young girl dropped to his knees, his now broken hand still clenched firmly by the not-so-distressed damsel.

His friends were equally frozen, but shook it off much more quickly than Chat could. Both lunged for her at the same time, growled curses and insults spilling from their vile mouths. Marinette, still holding the injured hand of the leader, ducked a wild swing from one while simultaneously bringing her foot up to slam into the throat of the other. Off balanced, the first stumbled to the ground, his own momentum and inebriated state leaving him kissing nothing but concrete, while the second fell backwards, clutching at his throat as he gasped for breath.

Fury still spilling from every inch of her, the girl wasted no time ins turning on the hapless brute behind her, who had yet to regain his bearings and had barely managed to roll over. Finally releasing the leader from her iron grip, the deceptively petit Marinette swung her leg out once more, this time whipping in a full revolution that had her foot making contact with both men’s jaws in quick succession.

Both fell to the ground, unconscious, while the third was still wheezing for air, eyes wide and fearful as he watched how easily she dispatched his buddies. When she finally looked back in his direction, the man squeaked in terror, quickly getting to his feet and running past Chat and into the night.

For his part, Chat Noir could only stare in amazement, heart thumping in his chest. He hadn’t moved an inch, his eyes wide and jaw hanging open as she effortlessly took down her attackers. Not only had Marinette not needed him, Chat was pretty sure she hadn’t even noticed him. Even now, she had yet to look up at him, and instead had made her way over to the side of the alley bending down to collect something he hadn’t noticed when he first came upon them.

The box.

Pastries and candies spilled out in various directions on the ground from where the box looked to have been thrown against the wall. Chat watched her pick up a half-crushed macaroon, anger fading to be replaced with…

“Don’t cry, Princess,” he murmured, the sight of her tears urging him into action finally. She jumped upon hearing his voice, blue eyes flashing towards him as he knelt beside her.

“Chat Noir…?”

He ignored the question in her voice, instead asking, “What were you doing out this late?”

She had stopped crying, but at his question her expression twisted once more with sadness. Her gaze dropped back down to the ruined sweets below and she shrugged.

“I have this friend and… well, I found out earlier that he’s spending New Year’s Eve alone. So I wanted to take him some treats, and…” she replied, a light flush to her cheeks as she avoided looking at him.

“…and see if maybe he wanted some company.”

Chat felt his heart stutter within his chest even as he kept his expression neutral. That’s why she had gone to his house. Sweet, thoughtful, awkward Marinette had been thinking of him, gone through all this trouble for him, just to make sure he wasn’t lonely. His thoughts were interrupted as she continued, having taken his silence as a request for more details.

“B-but he wasn’t home, and so I was just going to take them by tomorrow. But then these,” here she gestured at the bodies still lying in the alley with them, annoyance clear in her tone. “These goons, well… they thought they were entitled to a kiss just because it was New Year’s Eve, and I tried to just leave but… I mean I shouldn’t have gotten so angry, but they ruined the treats I had made for Adrien and now, I mean…”

A sigh left her lips as she fell silent, clearly worn out by the events of the night as her gaze drifted to the hands in her lap. Chat’s brain was racing though. Because not only had she been trying to do something nice for him, she had kicked three grown men’s asses for him, for ruining the gifts she had made for him. And, oh how she had kicked their asses. Honestly, Chat didn’t know anyone besides Ladybug who could move with so much grace and strength at the same time. Yet, here was Marinette, wrecking three guys like it was nothing, all in his name. Not to protect herself, although that’s what he had initially thought, but simply because they had destroyed something that had been made for him.

That she had made for him.

He felt himself swoon a little at the thought.

Chat smiled, reaching for her hands and drawing her to her feet. She met his eyes as he winked at her, a plan having already formed in his mind.

“Well, purr-rincess, I don’t think you need to worry about your friend!”

At her puzzled expression, he adopted a stage whisper as he continued, “I’m pretty sure I saw him making his way towards your place earlier while I was on patrol.”

He felt triumphant at the look of delight she was giving him. Based on where they were, it would be easy to make it back to the bakery and de-transform before Marinette got there. Besides, that was where he had wanted to be in the first place, no harm in using his “inside knowledge” to cheer her up right now.

“Really?”

“Pawsitively!” He thrilled at the light giggle she let out at his pun, feeling giddy in the face of his accomplishment. He was about to bid her a good night, so he could make his way over to the bakery when he heard muffled shouts coming from the surrounding buildings.

“TEN—NINE—EIGHT—SEVEN…”

“You had better get home! You don’t want to bring in the Mew Year with the embodiment of bad luck!”

“SIX—FIVE—FOUR …”

He turned to go, but felt a tug on his hand. Looking back, he saw Marinette smiling at him as she stepped closer.

THREE—TWO…”

Chat was frozen as she lifted his hand…

—ONE!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!”

and soft, warm lips pressed with aching deliberateness to his knuckles, the dark sweep of her lashes standing out against her pale, freckled cheeks as her eyes closed with the action. Even through the leather of his glove, Chat could feel the heat of her mouth, the tickle of her lips as they slowly pulled away and she pinned him with her sapphire gaze once more.

“Happy New Year, minou,” she murmured, smiling at him softly.

Chat could only nod, face flushing as she released his hand after giving it a light squeeze, and made her way around him and out of the alley. He couldn’t move for several moments, mind sluggish under the engulfing realization that was Marinette.

Marinette, who just kissed his hand like he did Ladybug’s.

Marinette, who beat up three thugs because they ruined a gift she made for him.

Marinette, who had thought of him when he was all alone.

Marinette, who had made him a beautiful Christmas gift.

Marinette, who played video games with him and welcomed him into her home.

Marinette, who— WAS HEADED HOME RIGHT NOW!

Jerking back into awareness, Chat quickly vaulted to back to the rooftops, sprinting in the direction of the bakery so as to make it there before the girl who, after what he saw tonight, clearly had a good handle on a number of things.

His heart being one of them.

Baseball & Fireworks

Summary: The handsome guy who frequents your liquor store in Lebanon finally takes you on a date. 
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2030
Warnings: None?
Challenge: Kayla’s Birthday Challenge! My prompts were, “You’ve gotta stop saying things that make me want to kiss you.” and a baseball game date. @one-shots-supernatural

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