#i audibly squealed when i saw this btw

[ike-mcswains-mortician]

throws this at you and runs away

episode where birdie and Erin goes to build-a-bear

As you can tell I am totally normal about them and this au

OUGHHHGNGJGNF MH GOD OH MY GODDDDD THIS IS FUCKING ADORABLE OH THIS IS SO PRECIOUS IM GOING TO DIEEEEEEEEEE

GIVING BIRDIE A KISS ON THE HEAD SHE IS SOOOOO CUTE AAAUGH

ALSO YOUR ERIN DESIGN???? HELLO???? I AM ON ONE KNEE WITH A WEDDING RING??????

ok god im normal about this (lie) this is canon now they go to build a bear because birdie says so!!! also erin pretends to hate it but she makes one for shade witch <3

also i like to imagine that the build a bear adventure is the b plot and the rest of the party is battling horrors in the a plot. but birdie wanted to go to build a bear and how could they stop her???

oh my god this made me lightheaded /pos I LOVE THIS I AM SO HAPPY YOURE IN THIS AU

[theintrovertbean]

Because yeah, I saw it. Am I traumatized? Slightly. Did I feel grossed out? Absolutely, but only because I hate slurping sounds. Do I still think about it? Yeah. Yeah, I do. But I've probably read books worse than this (for educational purposes, unwillingly.)

Please don't take this seriously.

The Arcana Main 6 watching Saltburn

Asra - The only reason they started watching is because they heard Murder on the Dancefloor somewhere. Shook when they realize that it's not a cute movie about gay romance. Still kinda fascinated by it. Dances along to Murder on the Dancefloor at the end.

Nadia - Genuinely concerned because this woman is the definition of a rich girl. What if someone tried to hurt her or her family? Sneaks out at some point to give her family a call and ask if they're okay. This is the first time they've spoken in years btw. They have an entire family reunion during that call that lasts three hours.

Julian - Keeps asking questions during the entire movie and makes comments about why fucking a grave is bad for one's health, how unsanitary it is to slurp someone's cum flavored bathwater, etc. Gags audibly and covers his eyes, then he peeks through his fingers, squeals, and then covers his eyes again.

Muriel - Just wants to leave. It's a wonder that he even showed up. He might leave if it ever becomes too much for him, tho. When it's over, he asks if he can go home.

Portia - With one hand she's covering Pepi's eyes during the inappropriate scenes. With the other, she's covering her own. The next day she keeps thinking about the movie while baking a pie.

Lucio - Screams "eat the rich" throughout the entire movie. Doesn't realize that he also counts as rich. When Portia tells him, he starts crying. Three minutes later, he's back to screaming "eat the rich." Makes suggestions about how they could've made the movie more disturbing. Asra might dance along at the end, but Lucio is the most likely to do it naked.

[hearteyes-wheeler]

so today at work it was a bit busy and i needed to go to the restroom so i let my boss know so he would be there in case customers came in (it was just me and him) and when i got back, there were these two girls ordering. my boss had taken one of their orders and so i walked up and asked if i could get them anything else and one of the girls (who was GORGEOUS btw) audibly gasped when she saw me and it was so fucking cute. i took the rest of their orders and they went and sat down to eat their ice cream. a few minutes later, the girl came up to the counter because she wanted to order something else and she looked so nervous and it made me nervous because she kept staring at me and when she was gonna pay i told her i liked her eyeliner and she smiled so big and said thank you and that she thought i was so beautiful and i told her she was gorgeous. then she left and went with her friend and they did that like quiet excited squeal and left and it was so cute 😭🫶🏼 idk if she was gay or just thought i was pretty or both but YEAH that made my day lol

[lucy-the-cat]

hi! same anon from the backup blog a couple days ago :)

first, when i was reading the time-travel fic, i was wondering how if elara can’t read mavens mind, how is it that she was able to hear him think about coriane during the beginning of the queenstrial? second! i just wanna say that the scene in lovers curse where mare physically fights cal to stay in the palace and goes so far as to call out for maven was literally everything to me. i audibly gasped when i read it. words cannot explain how much i love it. lastly, if you can have any of your scenes from ur writings be illustrated, what would they be? or what scene did you envision with the most clarity?

anyways, i’m about to take my second to last final, and thank you for the well wishes! i hope your day is going well

I squealed when I saw this. About the time travel fic, Mandy said she couldn't read anything that could alter the present, so she can read thoughts that sync to what he had originally been thinking. If Elara couldn't read his mind at all, she'd be fucking panicking. That's what Mandy says, anyway ;)

Yeah, that scene is pretty epic, and there's more where that came from, trust me. If I had to pick a scene to be illustrated, it would be the break into three of a WIP called Newblood Queen (4 book series, hopefully) where Newbloods rule, Reds are still oppressed, and Silvers exist in a hazy space in between. I haven't written most of it, but I do have this excerpt from the end:

Mother taught me to never kneel.  To never make myself small to appease another.  But when my knee hits the dirt, it doesn’t feel like a loss.  Nor when I take her hand, trembling, yet undaunted, a queen forged in the flame of a kingdom sieged.  The skin of her knuckles doesn’t taste like weakness.

It tastes like freedom.

“I’m sorry.”  An admission, one that burns me from the inside out.  “I failed you.”

I just need to see Mare's stunned expression, and Maven's resolve, how they're both so overwhelmed by emotion, and the need to be strong at their weakest moment. (They've been thrown in the dungeons, btw). The imagery is so potent I can taste it

As for published work, the winner would have to be the climax of Lover's Curse, which I won't spoil, but also involves Maven getting on his knees lol

Not a scene, but I've always loved the idea of someone drawing a picture of Mare for each section of Red Ruse. The Girl would have her in a princess ballgown (lavender, of course) with red blood dripping down her shoulder from the knife she slashed in it. The Snake would have her in Calore colors, a tight fitted evening dress with the red slithering like a snake. The Bride would have her in a nightgown with hollow, haunted eyes, and The Queen would have her with a torn wedding dress and lightning crackling from her fingertips.

As for most vivid, it's uh, I'm such a fucking lesbian it's this paragraph from chapter six:

I seize his hands, rolling until I’m on top.  My shoulders are bare but for my bra straps, and I nibble his ear.  “I could kill you.  I could wrap my hands around your pretty neck and squeeze until you burst.”  I unclasp his flamemakers.  “Would you let me?”

Mare's hot okay

[melancholyhigh]

Maybe i might need tweaking but when i saw indo-caribbean in your bio i AUDIBLY squealed. There are barley and Caribbean people i see with the same interests as me LET ALONE ON TUMBLR THAT I SEE. i love you user melancholyhigh pls don’t die 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

hiiii !! ikr the lack of caribbean people on here is criminal fr. i’d love to see some more of ‘em. btw i love you too pookie :33 don’t know if i’ll make it tho

[bubbledumbbinch]

Are your requests open again? Cuz I've been reading your oral headcanons and they are getting me HOT AND BOTHERED 🔥🔥

If you don't mind can I request some oral headcanons for Malleus, Deuce, Jack, Floyd and Crewel(if you write for the staff, you can make the reader his colleague in his case) with a fem reader? Thanks a lot⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Hello anon!!! Yes I will do my best to deliver >:) BTW this is like sooo long and I’m so sorry it took so long for me to get to this!

Pairings: Malleus x Fem! Reader, Deuce x Fem! Reader, Jack x Fem! Reader, Floyd x Fem! Reader, Crewel x Fem! Professor!Reader

This piece of writing is strictly for 18+ audiences. NSFW under the cut. Minors do not interact!!

Warnings: dubcon ish for Floyd? Slight voyeurism too for his receiving, sub/dom elements for Crewel

Malleus Draconia x Fem! Reader

Giving

Malleus is into making things like a ritual - including lovemaking of any kind.

He would probably take you to a forest where flowers are laid out gently onto the soft grassy floor, glowing fireflies illuminating the sky with the moon.

Gently, Malleus would lay you down and kiss you from head to toe, literally. Giving praises, telling you how beautiful you are, etc.

Malleus would strip you bare naked and lick his lips. You feel his glowing green eyes trailing across your skin giving you goosebumps.

When you feel his long tongue against your cunt for the first time, you arch your back in pleasure and a soft moan comes out, making the horned man shudder.

Malleus always cares about not hurting you, making sure you’re okay, he wants you to be vocal.

Lord please don’t grab his horns. Grab his horns. He turns into a BEAST and will probably overstimulate you.

“Nnh- M-Malleus..!” You keened under his touch. Malleus’s fingers grazed your skin lightly as you laid on your back, his head currently in between your thighs. He brought his head up and licked his mouth of your juices. “My child of man, please, tell me if I’m hurting you.” He spoke softly. “N-no, it feels so good… Please, keep going…” you hid your face in your arm, too embarrassed about the situation the fae male had you in. You lightly stroked his horns as soon as his head dipped back down.

Suddenly, Malleus released a growl and his fingers dug deeper into your skin, nails close to breaking your skin. “Mm, Y/N… you know what that does to me.” He lowly spoke. His eyes were now trained on your own as he sucked hard on your clit, tongue abusing the bead. You screamed as he continued his ministrations - you were gonna be here for a while.

Receiving

Malleus would be walking with you near Ramshackle dorm when you see a bench in the distance and lead Malleus to it. When he sits down he expected you to join him, only for him to see you drop down to your knees in between his legs.

You want to treat Malleus for being a lovely boyfriend!! Praises and eye contact is not necessary but makes him go crazy for you

When receiving oral, Malleus isn’t shy but something inside him lets butterflies go absolutely wild in his stomach. The fact that it’s his favorite human servicing him makes him all the more excited too!

Malleus’s thick cock would be hard to take in all at once, so you opt to use your hands to pump the base with your fingers.

Malleus has a lot of stamina, you’ll definitely be there for a while. Moaning onto his length and staring into his eyes with lust will make him come closer to climax though!

He would stroke your hair and tell you how beautiful you are and how good you’re making him feel~

Instead of moaning and being loud, he grunts and hums.

Would want to repay your kindness as well if you know what I mean 👀

The dragon fae hummed in approval as your tongue worked his cock. Malleus’s fingers made its way to your hair to massage your head, making you moan.

“My little child of man, I’m getting close… you’re so beautiful.” Throwing his head back, his thrusting into your mouth was becoming faster and sloppier. When he looked back down at you, he swore he could see hearts in your eyes as you stared back into his green orbs. That and the combination of your lewd slurping sounds and the pleasure you were bringing him brought him to release. You squealed as Malleus’s seed shooting down your throat. He watched in wonder as you swallowed, licking your lips. “Tasty, my prince…” you teased Malleus, kissing his thighs.

Deuce Spade x Fem! Reader

Giving

Deuce has little to no experience, let’s be real. He was a bad boy who wasn’t very popular turned into a wanna be good boy. However, he is very eager to please.

What Deuce lacks in skills he makes up for with determination. Maybe it’s the way he aggressively licks up and down your cunt that turns you on, maybe it’s the way he’s trying his best!

Before you can even say where he should focus, he licks on your clit. Deuce notices how much louder you moan when he does that, so he learns quickly that THAT’S the spot for you.

Deuce would definitely moan when he’s eating a good meal 😋 the vibrations from his moaning goes straight to your clit as he’s sucking and slurping on your wet pussy.

Deuce would also want to use his calloused fingers on you in some way - be it fingering you, tweaking your nipples, or even having you suck on them.

“Deuce, th-there, more, please..!” You moaned, hands flying down to his soft navy blue hair. “You really like it, huh?” Deuce’s soft voice was inquisitive but also you heard joy behind it. You wiggled your bottom closer to his face and whined with the loss of touch. “Then, I’ll keep going.” He dove down once again and licked and sucked with more aggression, knowing exactly how to please you. Sweat dripped down his face as you pulled tufts of his hair, grinding your pussy against his mouth.

Receiving

After tutoring Deuce for so long in preparation for an exam, your efforts would come to fruition as he emerges from the classroom with a good grade.

You wanted to reward your boyfriend for doing so well! Take him back to Heartslabyul and deep into the gardens where you knew barely anybody would be at that time. Roses were painted, animals were fed, etc.

Deuce would be confused but blushing profusely when you offer to reward him by sucking his dick, but he doesn’t say no.

When you lay him down and pull down his pants and underwear, his cock springs to life with a bead of precum already leaking from it.

You like to tease Deuce with your fingers first - rubbing the bead of precum all over the tip with your thumb.

Deuce’s moans are heavenly when you finally use your mouth and tongue on him, softly thrusts into your mouth

Once he’s close though he lets his bad side come through - he’s thoroughly facefucking you while talking dirty, calls you names, etc

Wants to cum on you instead of in you, likes to see the way it paints your body!

“Mmh, Deush.!” You slurped and tried to talk while his cock invaded your wet cavern. “Y/N, I’m gonna- I’m so close..” You sped your movements up, the lewd squelching of your mouth becoming louder. “It’s almost like you want us to be caught, filthy slut.” Deuce’s attitude changed while he barked out his words, making your pussy throb. “Yeah? You want me to cum all over your pretty face? I wanna see you covered in my cum.. fuck!!” Deuce pulled away from your lips with an audible pop, pumping his hot cum all over your lips and cheeks. The sight of your puffy lips and blushing with your messy face made his cock twitch again.

Jack Howl x Fem! Reader

Giving

Jack is a more romantic type, prefers to be in a bedroom when he makes love with you, and certainly wants to give you a good time. He wants it to be private because he doesn’t want anybody else to admire you the way he should!

Jack would have you fully naked laying down so he can fully admire your beautiful body.

Leaves a lot of lingering touches all over your body with his fingers and tongue, loves to taste you~

Jack is skilled with his tongue, aggressive too. He uses his fingers and tongue at the same time to please you

Secretly loves if you reach down to pet his ears and head while he goes down on you - sometimes you can see his tail wag 🥺

Leaves marks all over your thighs close to your sex because he wants to show you’re his, but also has enough restraint to put them in places only you both will see.

Jack lapped up at your pussy, lewd noises filled your silent room. You gasped as he flicked your clit with his fingers, adding more pleasure to your body. “J-Jaack.!” You whined at the loss of feeling when Jack pulled away. “Use your words, Y/N…” he whispered, staring into your eyes. You gulped when you saw his entire mouth and chin were glistening with your juices. “Please, Jack, make me cum, I-I’m so close..” you hid your face away in embarrassment. Jack’s cock twitched in his pants and blushed heavily, his tongue going back to work on your cunt. He’ll prove to be your perfect mate.

Receiving

You and Jack would be finishing up a morning jog, a rare occurrence since Vil couldn’t make it this time. After going pretty far out into the woods, you get tired and decide to pause and stretch.

Jack sees your sweat making your skin glow under the early sun accompanied by your panting from being worn out. He turns to look away, but he can’t hide the growing tent in his pants.

Once you take notice you mischievously start to tease him and take off his pants. He’s flustered because, what if someone comes by?! You tell him not to worry since it’s so early and you were pretty far out.

Back resting on a tree, Jack stands while you’re on your knees looking up at him with doe eyes. You lightly palm his heavy cock until it’s fully erect, making eye contact the whole time while putting it in your mouth.

Jack knows you can’t fit the whole thing in there, and he’s usually really considerate of what you want never forcing it to go further down your throat.

Jack likes it if you fondle his balls as well while you use another hand to pump his base.

Whines slightly when he’s close, also begins to wag his tail!! Good boy!!

Also loves to see you with cum on your tongue, whether you wanna swallow or not is up to you~

Grunting and feeling the rough bark on the tree, Jack is preoccupied with the way your mouth takes him so well. You stare up at him with droopy eyes, tongue swirling around the tip, playing with the slit on his cock. When you combo that with playing with his balls, Jack feels something snap inside him. He’s grunting and snarling lowly, thrusting faster into you, eliciting gags and moans. “I- I’m close, Y/N. I’m gonna cum…” Jack’s voice only made you work faster, pumping harder on the base. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, his milky seed exploding onto your tongue not a second later. A series of grunts and followed, as well as kisses and “I love you”’s exchanged between the both of you.

Floyd Leech x Fem! Reader

Giving

POV you are working at the Mostro Lounge and you are suddenly pulled away by a tight grasp around your arm or waist. It’s Floyd, your boyfriend!

Floyd tells you how delicious you looked while working and how he could smell you from the other side of the lounge (bro how?)

You know what he means by “taste you” when he drags you to either the nearest closet, storage room, or maybe his dorm room. You’re flustered and telling him to let you get back to work! Azul would be pissed knowing you both left out of nowhere.

Floyd’s grip tightens on your pants as he pulls them down, and he sees your wetness pooling in your panties already. I imagine Floyd would have no patience and start licking up aggressively up your panties, making a bigger wet spot

Floyd would either rip your panties or just eat you out while pulling them to the side - he’s too impatient and he just NEEDS to taste you

His droopy heterochromatic eyes are TRAINED on yours, he loves seeing the way your body reacts to him!

Squeezes any part of your body he can, your tits, nipples, ass, thighs, etc

“Shrimpyyy~ you taste so good! I knew it was a good idea to ditch work to lick you up~” he giggles furiously, licking again on your swollen clit. “F-Floyd! You, you shouldn’t leave work so suddenly like th- Aaahn~!” You keened, back arching off of his bed. Floyd was now squeezing your nipples between his pointer finger and thumb. The stimulation was becoming too much. “Floyd, Floyd!! I’m gonna cum!!” You started moving your hips on your own while hearing Floyd’s laughter resonate on your cunt. “Mm, Shrimpy is becoming so enthusiastic! Cum on my tongue then! I’ll be sure to lick it aaaall up~”

Receiving

Sometimes, when Floyd is in a bad mood all of a sudden, he doesn’t know why. You don’t know why, either. But you do know a way to make him feel better!

When you whisper in his ear, offering to help him, he doesn’t really know what you mean at first. When you explicitly tell him you want to suck his dick, his face immediately brightens! He’ll grab your arm and almost skip on over to a private garden around the school.

When you’re both comfortable, you pull his pants down and his cock bounces back up, already twitching and leaking precum.

Floyd is loud but he does not give a damn. Let people hear how good you’re making him feel! If someone were to stumble by, Floyd would make direct eye contact with them and smirk

Floyd also wants to facefuck you - pulling your head down and thrusting into you when he gets close! He loves the way you slobber and gag all over his cock

He is down to cum anywhere when he’s receiving oral, because he loves cumming in your pussy the most. But when he’s not doing that then anywhere else would suffice!

“Mm!! Floyd, what if someone sees us?” You muttered, suddenly feeling very nervous. You stroked his dick which was covered in a mixture of your saliva and his precum. Floyd suddenly pulled your mouth back onto his cock and kept thrusting, making you squeal in surprise. “Don’t worry, Shrimpy!! I’ll protect you, and besides, I think they should see how well you’re taking MY cock!” As you closed your eyes and kept suckling on his length, Floyd’s eyes narrowed dangerously towards the rustling sounds coming through the bushes. “And, I’ll deal with them accordingly.” Floyd’s tone was suddenly very serious, reassuring you as you kept working on pleasing him.

Divus Crewel x Fem! Professor! Reader

Giving

Your relationship with Crewel was only a rumor amongst students, two teachers dating is pretty taboo even in the magical world! When asked if you two were an item, both of you waved off the question and denied all rumors, saying you were only friends.

After a particularly stressful day of grading exam papers and dealing with unruly students, you go to Crewel’s office after classes are done to unwind, simply to rant.

Crewel offers a more… physical way to destress. He snakes his gloved hands up your thigh inch by inch, fingers trailing closer to your lacy pair of underwear that he bought you himself.

After locking his office door, Crewel seats you on his desk, using some accessories on you. He would blindfold you, tie your hands, etc!

Hiking up your skirt he gently removes your panties and rips a hole in your pantyhose if you’re wearing any 👀

Crewel wants you to use your words~ he loves hearing his favorite professor beg for release, loves watching your face contort with pleasure because of him

He loves your noises and actually would punish you if you tried to hide them!

I wouldn’t be surprised if he liked using toys on you to further your pleasure~

Gives you the sexiest eyes and smirks when you tell him you’re going to cum

“Oh- oh Great Seven, Divus…” you moan. Your arms were tied behind you as Crewel’s signature red tie obscured your vision. As he flicks his tongue over your clit with fervor you can feel how his fingers scissor open your wet pussy. “Oh, haaanh, shit!!!” You closed your legs instinctively, and gasped when he forces them back open. He tsks and stops altogether, eliciting a pained whine from your throat. “Now now darling, you know what happens to naughty girls, right?” You knew. He wouldn’t let you cum, at least not for a while. “N-no, master, I promise I’ll be good, I’ll be so good! Please, please let me cum, I’ve been a good girl for you, master Divus..!” You whined, tears staining his red tie. Crewel knew how stressful your day was so he decided to let you off the hook. “Mm, fine pup, you’ve had a stressful day. Cum on my tongue, if you so wish~”

Receiving

As much as Crewel loves giving oral, he LOVES receiving from you. You would be crouched down under his desk after hours while he’s grading papers.

It all starts with him texting you about how he “needs help grading.” You don’t expect THIS kind of help, but the idea gets you excited nonetheless.

Crewel would be sadistic - stuffing a vibrator into your pussy or ass while he’s having you service his cock. It’s not necessarily for your own pleasure but more for the idea of him controlling your orgasms and seeing you fall apart under him.

Has a remote that controls the speed and intensity of his toys~

Has a poker face the majority of the time when you’re doing it in his office until he’s close~

Oh! He also likes putting a choker and leash around your neck to see how obedient you are ❤️

Divus pulled lightly on the leash around your neck, signaling he wanted you to go deeper. You obliged, moaning around his cock. The vibrator that was plunging into your cunt had you practically dripping onto the floor beneath you. Your bottom half writhed in pleasure as your noises sent vibrations through to Crewel. “My beautiful pet, I’m getting close… be a good girl and cum with me, won’t you?” He suddenly grabbed a remote and raised the intensity of the vibrator to max, causing you to scream around his cock. “Mmph!!” You began to suck harder, tears rolling down your face onto his thighs. When Crewel finally saw your eyes rolling back he suddenly released his hot seed into your throat, making you sputter and gag. You swallowed and proceeded to open your mouth to Crewel who was pleased with your empty mouth. “What a good girl for me…”

[migilini]

I Do - Charlie Gillespie

a/n: I watched to many seasons of married at first sight and this came to mind. Just pretend that Charlie in this GIF is wearing a suit. Kinda a part two to Fifth Time Workes A Charm

Requests are open btw! (not just for Charlie)

words: 3k

warnings: none just fluff and a lot of crying

MASTERLIST

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You barely slept during the night. You kept waking up what felt like every hour to check if it was time to get up. The bed felt awfully empty and you would give everything right now to be in his arms. Then finally, the clock strikes 9 am and you are up on your feet, the nerves getting the better of you. The hotel room was nice and clean, you didn't like it, it felt too white and too lifeless to you right now.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, glowing but tired eyes staring right back at you. Taking a deep breath you tried to shake the nerves with a silly little body shake, then you smiled at yourself before heading into the bathroom to wash your face.

A knock on the door interrupted you mid-splash and you went to the door with a dripping face. “We’ve arrived!” your best friend Elouise or Eli for short exclaimed and hieved her whole baggage onto your bed. “What do you mean we?” you leaned your head out of the room and into the empty hallway. Just as you were about to close the door, feet pounded on the carpeted floor. “Sorry, sorry! Had to finish the call with hair and makeup.” Tris, your other best friend screamed through the halls, as she frantically came running towards you, phone clutched in one hand while the other held two dresses that flattered behind her.

You looked at her in amusement "Need a glass of water?" You chuckled at her heavy breathing and closed the door behind you.

"Oh yes please"

"Y/N you're so not ready...well lucky for you we are here. So hop hop go shower ma lady." Eli shushed you into the bathroom "and scrub every inch! I'll check if I have to!” You still heard their laughter as you get rid of your clothes and step into the shower. The warm water relaxed your muscles and your nerves immediately.

Several minutes later, now smelling like a goddess and wrapped into a soft white towel, you sat on the bed in your now crowded hotel room. While you were showering your nerves away, your dress, the hairdresser and makeup artist arrived.

“There she is!” greeted the makeup artist “Come sit down, we’ve got everything out and you and I already discussed your look. Are we still okay with it?”

“Yes, Carlos. But make everything as cry proof as possible okay?” you said laughing slightly.

“I also brought you a coffee and a croissant. I know you don’t usually eat something in the mornings but we don’t want you to faint now do we?” Tris held a tablet in front of her with several cups of coffees and something to eat. You took a cup gratefully, shooting her a quick thanks, holding the cup as Carlos started on your face and Melissa, the hairdresser started drying and styling your hair.

“Can I have my phone back?” You said to no one in particular.

“Nope, sorry.”

“Emi! What--It’s my phone!”

“I do know that. And you should know that Tris and I know you very well and you would’ve called or more likely face timed him by now and put a bad omen over the whole day.”

“Yeah. You and Charlie can’t be away from each other for long.” Tris acknowledged and sided with Emi.

“You’re just jealous that I’m in love.” You shot back with a smile and stuck your tongue out at your friends which in return gave you a growl from Carlos and Melissa who needed you to sit still.

After what felt like an eternity you were done and now it was time for your bridesmaids to get ready. They purposefully taped a piece of cloth over all mirrors so could only see yourself when you were 100% finished with getting ready.

Now that you had some time to actually think about today, your mind started to wander. Was Charlie ready by now or were there some complications? Tris did get a call earlier to then just run out of the room and come back 20 minutes later. What suit would he wear? Was he just as nervous as you? Totally unaware of how much time you passed, you were ripped out of your thoughts with a forceful swat on your shoulder.

“Miss Bride? It’s time to get the dress on.” Tris squealed.

You took a look at your best friends who looked absolutely stunning, at some time they got changed into their dresses. Emi smiled at you with a glossed lipped smile, her brown hair up in a bun while little strands of glitter strings framed her face. She wore a turquoise halter dress with some nude heels. Tris wore a bit of a darker turquoise strapless dress, her colourful hair falling straight over her shoulder. Both had simple makeup, a nude smokey eye with eyeliner.

Your eyes started to tear up. “Guys...you look absolutely stunning.” Emi walked over to you and embraced you in a hug. “We look really fudhing good but you’re gonna look even better. Now hop hop get undressed we have to lace up the dress.”

While your friends were working on lacing your dress up, you wondered out loud. “How much do we wanna bet that Owen lost the rings?” You chuckled and then yelled, “That's way too tight!”

“Oh Owen is so gonna lose the rings but we'll be fine. You’re gonna have rings or I'll run and get you some new ones.” Tris reassured you with a smile.

“Can I finally look at myself? I want to see if I look like a bride.” Emi and Tris shared a quick look before agreeing. Emi ripped the cloth away from the closest mirror. An audible gasp was all that was heard, everybody fixated on your reaction to yourself.

“I look like a real ass bride. I- oh my god… I look so good.” You coaxed out, trying not to cry, this got all a bit real too fast.

And you really did look amazing. Your open hair fell over your shoulders and ended right underneath your boob. It had a lot of volume and little glitter braids in it and Melissa had curled them to perfection so they framed your face perfectly. Your makeup was stunning as well, the reddish-brown and glittery smokey eye complementing your skin tone and eye colour. Carlos finished the look with a pinkish nude lipstick. You were glowing.

The cream coloured dress sat perfectly on your figure, the A-line cut highlighting your waist, the flowery lace flowing from the corset top down to your feet. The dress was poofy but not too much. You looked more like Sofie from Mamma Mia and less like Cinderella. You adjusted the straps and smiled at yourself.

“And I’m telling you, Charlie will bawl his eyes out when he sees you.” Emi patted your back and finished lacing up your dress. Tris couldn't contain herself anymore and let out a little sob “I’m sorry. You just look so gorgeous. I can’t believe you're getting married.” You pulled her into a hug.

“We don't have that much time anymore. the photographer should be here in five minutes to take your bridal pictures and pictures with the bridesmaids.”

The photo session went by quickly and you could tell that they turned out amazingly, by the way, Paul, the photographer, smiled at his screen. Megan, Charlie's sister and your other Bridesmaid came in at the last minute, due to the fact that she just flew in in the morning.

Then it was time for the first look. At first, you weren't sure if you should do this or if it would be better if the first look would be at the ceremony itself. You thought it would be funny to send Tris to the first look instead of you. So you, Megan and Emi sat in the hotel room waiting patiently.

The door opened “You two are really made for each other.” Tris came back in with a huge smile on her face. “Why? What happened?” You asked, the nervousness in your voice was evident. “Was he mad?”. She started to laugh “No absolutely not because he had the same idea as you and sent Owen.”

The room erupted in laughter “Oh no he didn't!” “Of course he did”

The next couple of hours flew by so quickly. You got to the venue. Your parents came by to say hello to you and to shed some tears. They also told you that most of the guests have arrived and everybody is waiting excitedly.

Finally, it was time. You nervously cracked your fingers, as you waited for all the guests to take a seat, the closed door in front of you the only thing shielding you from your fiance, your dad standing beside you in a suit.

“Nervous?” he asked you with a slight smile, you could tell that he was trying hard not to cry.

“Very. But I’m telling you if he doesn't cry I'll turn around and we gotta try again.” you joked.

“Oh my dear...he will.” he quickly took a look at his watch and then linked his arm with yours.

“Ready?” you shot him a smile and nodded “As ready as I'll ever be.”

The outside speakers started to play the instrumental version of Cherry Wine by Hozier and the doors opened.

It was mid-May and you and Charlie decided on an Outside wedding. After searching for a great venue you finally found one. It was an old brick house with a small colonnade of bushes in the garden. It was absolutely perfect but you didn't even look at the decorations because as soon as your eyes met his, the world stood still.

He stood at the front of the colonnade where some candles burned beside him. He wore a forest green tuxedo and that dashing smile of his. The closer you got, the more you saw how much he was crying and all you wanted to do is hug him and wipe the tears away. Your cheeks hurt from all the smiling but you couldn't stop, some tears of your own spilling out of the corners of your eyes.

You kissed your dad on the cheek and let him sit down in the front row, your eyes only momentarily leaving Charlies. “Hi, handsome.” You smiled up at him and instinctively used your thumb to wipe away some tears. “Did you cut your hair?” you asked, nodding to his now chin-length hair (think October Charlie) He grabbed your hands in his and kissed your knuckles while slightly nodding his head “You look...just wow,” he whispered so that only you could hear. You just wanted to give him a compliment when the officiant interrupted you.

“Now it's getting serious.” you said while he said “No backing out.” with a wink.

“The couple standing in front of me met at the young age of 18 in the middle of the street. Y/N bumped into Charlie here and practically fell for him right there and then. She shot him a quick sorry and went her way but the universe knew that these two needed to be together so the next day he bumped into her, totally accidental of course.” the crowd laughed and you and Charlie beamed at each other. “Sadly for Y/N that day she carried an expensive Cake that flew to the other side of the pavement. Charlie felt so bad that he promptly invited her to the next bakery where they got a cup of coffee and a new cake. Today we’re gathered here today to celebrate that love.”

“I believe that the two of you wrote your own vows? Y/N would you like to start?” You nodded and turned around to take a piece of paper from Emi who stood behind you, already missing the warmth of his hands in yours.

“Charlie, you know I’m not very good with words so I really struggled to write this, but here we are standing in front of your family and friends to share our love. I knew I loved you…” your voice wavered and you let out a sob “sorry...I knew I loved you in the first week that we’ve met. We sat on a bench in the little park right around the corner from where we met. You were late and totally out of breath when you arrived. You apologized like crazy but I didn't care, you don't know this but I had a really shitty day that day and just seeing you made it all worth it. That smile of yours knocked me off my feet completely.

From that day on I only loved you more and more. I love the way you try to wake up every day with a smile. The way you always seem to have so much energy and that you try to share that energy and love with the whole world. I love waking up in your arms because they feel like home and I miss you like crazy when I don't see you for a day.

I never really believed in love at first sight before I met you and I’m so glad that you ruined my cake. I promise to try and make you smile at least twice a day, to listen and care for you, to dance with you in the kitchen while our pizza is in the oven. I also promise to try your questionable food combinations at least once every time.

I can’t promise you that we won't fight or that we won't have our ups and downs but I will promise that we’ll work it out, that we’re not going to bed with grudges, to talk about our problems and thoughts and to always make up. I promise to be your partner in crime and to take all the blame if we ever get caught and lastly, and most importantly...

I promise to love you more and more until my heart stops beating, even when the day comes that we're old and grey, I promise to always see you with the same eyes and the same heart that I see you with at this exact moment.” You took a deep breath to try and stop your sobbing. Now it was Charlie's turn to wipe away some tears.

“Baby, don’t cry your makeup will get ruined.” he joked and you let out a small laugh. “Charlie, I believe now it's your turn to speak your vow.”

He took a shaky breath in before taking a folded piece of paper from the inside of his tuxedo pocket. “I want to start off with a simple I love you. I love the way you still give me butterflies every time I see you. I love the way you care not only for me but for everyone around you. I love the way you're patient with me. I love how much you're willing to try new things with me to make me happy because you really didn't like swimming with sharks. I admire how hard you work to help others and above all, I love how you love me.

It's in the way you look at me with such patience and compassion, the way you listen to me even if I'm rambling on, the way you push me to try harder even when I feel like I've done enough. You love me without judgment and chose to see the beauty in my flaws. Today, I want to make promises to you that I will always keep. I promise to love you back forever and harder each day. I promise never to get angry at you for making honest mistakes, even if I asked you to turn the lights off every night for the past week...

I promise to never stop holding your hand or give you a goodbye kiss. I promise to walk through life, as your biggest fan, your shoulder to lean on, and your best friend and I vow to stay silly, to never take ourselves too seriously, and stay just immature enough for cake and breakfast for dinner.

You're my soldier, my lover and above all, my best friend and I'm so excited to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Both of you were grinning and crying like idiots. “Now can we have the rings please?” the officiant asked the crowd and a teary-eyed Owen stepped forward the rings clutched in his hands.

“Thank you.” the officiant gave each of you a ring. “Do you Y/N Y/L/ want to take this man as your husband in sickness and in health?”

“I do.” You smiled up at Charlie and slid the ring on his left ring finger. “Oh good it fits,” you murmured and made him chuckle.

“And do you Charlie Gillespie want to take this woman as your wife in sickness and in health?”

“I do.” He grinned widely and also slid the ring on your left hand.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. Charlie, you may kiss the bride.” Your lips locked with his and you couldn't be happier. Your hands found their way into his hair while his hands gripped your waist. His lips were soft and warm and you missed them dearly in the night the two of you were apart. The crowd cheered when he dipped you.

“I present to you for the first time Mr and Mrs Gillespie!”

[caprina-mints]

Now that. That is too accurate you know? ArE yOu sTalKiNg mE? Also forget about that other request, please! (It's cringy and I figured it out just now lol) Anyway, I will send quite a few requests, I hope that's ok! So, how about a stealer clothes y/n if you didn't do it yet? Like they see comfortable clothes of (character) and they are like:" yeah, this is mine now." and they wear it. What would be (character)'s reaction? Btw, I need more blushy boys man.

Hey! I'm so sorry it was supposed to be posted 1 day ago but my Tumblr glitched and it didn't manage to hit it online! I just found out while scrolling through my posts and I had to redo it! I'm so sorry for the delay!

Their s/o wears something of His:

Ticci Toby

♟ It was Laundry Day and You had Nothing To Wear.

♟ You Looked Everywhere and there was Nothing.

♟ You can't just go waltzing around with only a towel.

♟ But then you remembered something-

♟ You had a Boyfriend with an unlimited amount of Brown Hoodies.

♟ Should you Take advantage of that--

♟ Damn Right You should.

♟ His Clothes Fit you really well like... It's baggy and loose but

♟ You look Hot like...

♟ You even started Flaunting in front of the mirror.

♟ The door clicked open and your boyfriend who looked worn out to even notice you came in.

♟ You immediately Came running towards him in his Clothes.

♟ " Babbyyyyy~! " You yelled.

♟ Before Enveloping him in a hug your face burying in his chest.

♟ " B-Babe? "

♟ He looked down on you and boy did his tics get worse and he was speechless.

♟ He looks like a dumbfounded Koala it looked so Cute.

♟ half of his face was covered by his mouth guard but his ears had a very taint color of red.

♟ Giggling, you pulled down his mouth guard and you were right.

♟ He's Blushing I can't---

♟ You stood on your tippy toes arms still wrapped around his torso before pressing a peck on his lips.

♟ You started giving him smooches and he looked so precious.

♟ His cheeks were so red and he looked so vulnerable watching you.

♟ " T-th-ose are-are m-my c-clo-thes! " Poor baby struggled to say those words.

♟ " Baby they're mine now, what's yours is mine~"

♟ You smothered him with smooches and he was clearly caught off guard.

♟ he whined before running out of your shared bedroom yelling.

♟ " Y-you w-w-win this T-Time!!! "

Jeff the Killer

♘ It was pouring outside and you were unlucky enough to be heading back to the mansion at that time.

♘ You were soaking wet when you arrived and you didn't have the energy to go to your room.

♘ so you went to your boyfriend's room instead.

♘ He wasn't inside but you have a spare key, you took a shower and then started rummaging through his drawers.

♘ and as expected his drawers were filled with white hoodies so you decided to wear one instead.

♘ He was gone for so long though and it was boring.

♘ You weren't wearing a bra or any panties but you did wear a pair of Jeff's clean boxers.

♘ And as expected he was in the kitchen and he seemed to be debating with bed while eating.

♘ You sneaked behind him and blew a puff of air behind his ear making him cuss.

♘ " What the fu--"

♘ The moment he turned around he was faced with you in his hoodie.

♘ You planned on teasing him so you stared at him with seductive eyes before licking your lips.

♘ you stretched the hoodie down making your hardened buds become visible on the surface of his Hoody. It's a good thing Ben ain't looking.

♘ But then.... He blushed?

♘ The Burned Asshole actually knew how to blush!?

♘ He was flustered, it was adorable and the devil in your shoulder urged you to do more.

♘ You frowned when he turned around ignoring you so you squeezed your way on his lap sitting comfortable on him.

♘ " G-Get off me! "

♘ He tried acting tough but he shouldn't have done that.

♘ You started shifting your position purposely grinding on his crotch.

♘ you were in a naughty mood so you slightly lowered the zipper showering your cleavage.

♘ He was Technically eye fucking you and he looked so angry his eyes clearly had the words ' you're dead ' spelled in them.

♘ Leaning closer to his ear you whispered.

♘ " I'm not wearing any panties~"

♘ Jeff's face was priceless and you could see beads of sweat on his forehead and he visibly gulped .

♘ You were evil... So you ran away from him giggling.

♘ and the rest of the night an angry horn dog also known as Jeff searched every nook and cranny for you in the mansion.

♘ you were nowhere to be found because clockwork and Jane were hiding you.

♘ Hehehe poor Jeff had to take care of his problems on his own.

Ben Drowned

♜ Ok Ben was being a video game addicted jerk again.

♜ Which isn't a normal occurrence for you because he tends to get drowned in his own video game fantasies every once and awhile.

♜ You didn't mind for most days but today you wanted attention!.

♜ You tried everything! Screaming , poking and even asking but damn this guy is deaf!.

♜ you were so frustrated you were bored out of your mind then you saw something peaking out of his closet.

♜ you stood up pulling it out and it was a green Hoody with bunny ears.

♜ you snorted because this game freak actually wore this thing? Hah.

♜ then you thought of something to get his attention.

♜ if you can't get him to give you attention nicely then you've got no choice but to pull the ace card.

♜ You took off your top and wore the Hoody with bunny ears instead pulling the bunny ears up you crawled towards him from behind.

♜ You slapped his video controller away and you immediately positioned yourself on his lap.

♜ " What the hell y/n---"

♜ Oh boy he couldn't say anything else when his eyes landed on you.

♜ looking up at him with big glassy puppy eyes and a very neglected expression you pressed your chest against his while sniffling.

♜ " W-what? " He asked a very noticeable red tint covering his cheeks up to his ears.

♜ " Attention.... You're not giving me attention " You whined.

♜ you had a very pitiful expression but inside you were doing a victory dance because it fucking worked. He fell for it and look at him now! He's even blushing.

♜ He could answer you when your lips began to quiver.

♜ It's not Fair! How can you be cute and seductive at the same fucking time!? It's making him go weak and it's so unfair!

♜ He was speechless and he could barely make any audible sound.

♜ his hands were slightly shaking nd his face turned extremely red when you leaned in to capture his lips with yours.

♜ His face turned crimson and he immediately backed away.

♜ " Babe! That's so unfair! We talked about this! "

♜ He looked so embarrassed you couldn't help but start laughing when he covered his red face with his hands.

♜ it was fucking worth it, and from then on whenever you asked for attention hell give it to you knowing what's to come if he doesn't.

Hoodie

♗ in the morning you found your boyfriend dead asleep right next to you with his Hoody off and he was wearing a black shirt.

♗ His Hoody was sprawled on the floor and you picked it up.

♗ The cloth carried his scent a rich scent of musk and men's Cologne. He smelled really nice.

♗ so you were being a good girlfriend and wore his hoodie while heading down the kitchen to get you two some very much needed coffee.

♗ The other creeps were already awake and Trenderman was already making coffee so you asked for two mugs and he happily gave it to you.

♗ when you came back he was still asleep.

♗ you placed his mug on the desk while taking a sip from yours.

♗ He stirred in his sleep and not a minute too son he was sitting up and yawning.

♗ His eyes were now trained on your figure and he did the most unexpected thing .

♗ He blushed

♗ what the fuck the stoic Brian who never ever shows any sighs of emotional panic is blushing?

♗ Red coating his cheeks and he turned his head to the other side while clearing his throat.

♗ You fool trying to hide from me ey?

♗ Not for long!

♗ You pounced on him placing both of your hands on each side of his cheeks forcing jk to look at you.

♗ " Get off me! ".

♗ He yelled but his blush grew darker and you were honestly so surprised you squealed.

♗ " Oh my gosh you're blushing baaabbbee you're so cute"

♗ Yeah calling a serial killer cute is really cute.

♗ He started laughing at his embarrassed expression while guiding his hands on your curves.

♗ You traced your index finger on his red cheeks before caressing his lips.

♗ " You know Brian , I like you more when you're drowsy and blushing "

♗ " Shut up y/n"

♗ After awhile of teausbg him you lowered your lips to meet his and he eagerly returned the kiss

♗ But he got revenge...

♗ He bit on your bottom lip making you flinch.

♗ " What the hell Brian!? ".

♗ a good start in the morning.

[lettersinscarlet]

Music Video (Colby Brock Imagine)

Hey everyone! I have so much homework lately and it’s very aggravating. I enjoyed writing this and I hope you guys like it too! I’ve got some things in the works that I’m really excited about and my requests are open so feel free to ask! And btw, I’m not good at coming up with lyrics but the song that they make is romantic 😂

Request: Reader is a singer and she is featuring a song with Mike’s Dead and they also have an idea for a spicy music video that they talk about with the other trap house boys and Colby gets frustrated because he likes her.

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Mike had called you up and you were ecstatic to work with him. You had known each other since you were kids chasing each other around at the school playground. You had been next door neighbors and you guys were and still are the best of friends. Now that you each had flourishing music careers and you had finally decided to work on a song together. You had been working for a few months and you guys had finally put together a wonderful piece and you were totally excited.

You pulled up to Mike’s house and you practically ran to the front door. Mike opened it and you squealed and gave him a hug.

“Are we going to listen to the final recording?” you asked with a goofy smile.

“Yep! And I hope you don’t mind, I invited a couple of friends to listen. I like to do that before I release new music,” he said as he greeted you.

“Oh that’s fine! I’m sure they are gonna like it,” you said as you walked in. You looked around and you saw a few familiar faces. Not everyone from the Slap House was there but Kevin was. Then you saw Jake and Tara and then Colby. You smiled as you greeted everyone and you found a seat near Mike.

“So guys, here is the debut of our new song,” he announced and looked at you. You smiled at him and he turned around and pulled up your song.

Everyone was quiet the for the first verse and chorus but you couldn’t help yourself as the familiar beat washed over you and you began to sing quietly. You could hear Mike join you and soon you were both practically preforming for your friends. It felt amazing to let your song be heard and you could feel yourself lost in the lyrics.

When it was over, you got a standing ovation from your friends and it made you blush. They sat down and they all told you what they thought.

“Brother, that was amazing!” Jake said and you smiled some more.

“Your voices sound really good together,” Colby said and Mike voices his agreement.

“You know what you guys should really do?” Tara asked and you and Mike both gave her your attention. “You guys should really do a music video!”

You looked at Mike and he was already grinning. “Is that even something that we can do?” you asked.

“Heck yes we can do it!” he cheered and you thought about it.

“Let’s do it!” you decided and everyone cheered. “So what would we do?”

You and Mike spent the next couple weeks planning your video and you were super excited. The video was a little romantic, but that was to be expected because your song was, too. Since you guys didn’t want to spend a whole lot of money, you decided that you two were gonna be the main roles and you used a few of the Trap House boys to be your extras. Everyone was pretty excited except for Colby. He had agreed to help out, but he seemed almost angry about it. You had just tried to brush it off and focus on your work ahead.

The first day of filming had finally arrived and you went to meet Mike and the others at the place that he had picked for filming.

“Wassup, brother!” you shouted as you walked towards the entrance. He pulled you into a hug and then smiled.

“You ready for the first day of filming?”

“So ready!” you hollered and did a fist pump. “This is gonna be epic!” you said and held out the “c.” He smiled at your dorkiness and then pulled you in the house. Everybody else was already there and ready to start working.

Most of the video was pretty intense. There were scenes you had by yourself, scenes that Mike had by himself, and scenes you had together. The ones you had together were definitely intimate and sometimes you laughed because it was strange with Mike acting like this since you had known each other since you were kids. You would laugh, then he would laugh, and an audible sigh would be heard through the crew as you had to reshoot the same scene again.

At one point in time, Mike had you against the wall and you glanced out and you saw Colby practically fuming. You finished up with that scene and you asked for a break. Everyone agreed and you were gonna have about 30 minutes for break. You walked off and you went to Colby.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” you asked when you got over to him. He agreed and he followed you to a more private area. You shut the door behind you and you turned to face him. “What’s your deal?”

“What do you mean?” he answered quickly. You shook your head and continued on.

“Why are you so mad?”

“I’m not mad,” he fired back and you rolled your eyes.

“Brock, don’t lie to me. I can see the smoke coming out of your ears so you might as well tell me what’s up.”

“Nothing is up.”

“Don’t make me call Mike in here to hold you down until you tell me what it is, cause I’ll do it and you know it.”

“Not him,” he muttered and you got close to him.

“WHAT is you ISSUE?”

“I LIKE YOU!” he shouted back at you and he realized what he did but he kept going. “I like you and it frustrated me to no end to see HIM doing those things to you because I want to do those things to you.”

You looked at him wildly for a second and then you inched yourself closer to him. You put your arm on his shoulder and you pulled his gaze down to meet your eyes.

“Which things in particular, Mr. Brock?”

He grabbed you and pinned you against the wall, much like you had been earlier. Except this time, he was licking, sucking, and nipping some of the skin around your neck. You groaned into him and ran your fingers through his hair. He kissed a trail up to your lips and then he collided his lips with yours. You didn’t realize how much you had been craving this until it was finally happening.

He went to pull you down onto the couch but you stopped him. “We can’t.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, the hurt obvious in his eyes.

“Well, if they haven’t heard us already, everyone will know if we did,” you said with a wink. He groaned and you smiled. “And I have to spend the rest of the time hiding those precious marks you gave me.”

“The pleasure is mine,” he said with a gentlemanly voice. You laughed and you kissed him one more time.

“Now I’ve got to sneak back and get my makeup and I’ve got to redo my hair. You should probably check yours again.”

He ran his hands through his hair and then smiled at you. You chuckled and then you left to fix yourself up before your break was over.

You started shooting your scenes with Mike again and this time it went smoothly. It was easier for you to keep it serious when you pictured Colby in Mike’s spot. Your eyes would just find him and there he would be, smirking at you while he watched you work.

[tatertotthethot]

PIZZA SUNDAYS~ JIMIN X READER!

Request (anon): Hi! Can I request a fluffy smut with tattooed Jimin, pleeease. I love your writings btw<3

— Dear anon, I hope you’re okay with “fluffy smut” becoming dominant and explicit smut cuz I’m a wild bitch by nature and everything has to be angsty and 1000x extra like me :)

Warnings: EX-GANGBANGER JIMIN FOR FLARE; dirty talk, possessive/dom themes, mentions of unwanted weight gain, lotsss if cursing and graphic oral.

(Also, PLEASE DONT COME FOR ME ABOUT THERE NOT BEING A “READ MORE” LINK, I SPENT LIKE AN HOUR TRYING DIFFERENT WAYS TO DO IT BUT IT DOESNT WORK ON A PHONE AT ALL AND I DONT OWN A LAPTOP, SORRY!!)

(Image below belongs to original editor. And requests are open!)

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You knew prior to stepping on the scale in the bathroom that you weren’t going to like the results, being as your strict routine of nutritious meals and daily walks have recently transformed into consistent stress and persistent binge-eating as college finals had taken over your life.

And now that they were over, and you successfully passed everything to your satisfaction, you were now having to repair the damage it had on your mental and physical health. And much to your horror, you stepped up on the scales only to discover that you gained a whopping 15 pounds within the last few months.

This was a big fucking deal to you; Self-imagine was something that you’ve been steadily reconstructing with the new-found confidence and motivation that came with having someone as athletic and praise-worthy as Jimin at your side. But as of late, your time apart between his work schedule and your schooling has deprived the two of you from spending much time together, thus resulting in a lack of the compliments that you usually thrive on.

But... maybe you were mistaken? Maybe the real reason behind him not feeding you his admiration is because, well... look at you.

Your stomach dipped in dread as you quickly pulled you shirt off and turned to the mirror, where you then began scrutinizing every ounce of puginess that overlapped the hem line of your elastic gym-shorts. You ran your hands down your thickening sides and mushed all the fat together around your belly-button, kneading it as if it was raw dough. You then glanced up at your face, and your eyes practically shot out of their sockets as you began prodding at the puffiness in your cheeks and jawline, and pinching the loose skin and stretching it back until you looked around your neck. It was like you suddenly had on a fat suit and just now realized that it wasn’t coming off.

What the fuck is happening to me? You let out a shaky breath as you gave yourself another one-over, becoming more and more disgusted with the girl in the mirror. The only thing that snapped you out of your self-loathing trance was when you heard Jimin’s voice approaching the door, making you panic for cover.

“Hey, kitten? What kind of pizza do you want?—“ the door suddenly opened, revealing your picture-perfect boyfriend on the other side of it. Luckily, his eyes were focused on the phone in his hand. “They have a two-for-one deal at Pizza Hut, you get a free cheese pizza with the purchase of a large surpreme.”

“That’s Okay, I don’t want any,” You quickly dismissed, turning away from him as you hastily flipped your shirt back inside-out and pulled it over your head, cringing at the thought of him catching sight of the rolls beneath your bra.

You could hear the confusion in his voice as he looked up at you, “What, why? We always have pizza on Sundays, that’s why we get the automatic-texts from them for Sunday-deals.”

“I’m just not in the mood for pizza.. You can still order one for yourself, though. Maybe get me a salad?” you played off with a casual facade, but he quickly caught on to something not being right when he noticed you nervously undoing the already perfectly-placed bun that was sitting on top of your head, only to readjust it again. That was something you always do to advert your attention away from someone when you’re really hiding something. But then he spotted the scale on the floor beside your feet— which was normally pushed back in the corner of the bathroom— and pocketed his phone as he officially came to the conclusion that bullshit was definitely afoot.

With his natural interrogation coming into play, he crossed the art-covered masterpieces he has for arms over his black, T-shirt covered chest, and leaned against the door frame as he watched you, eyes now coated in suspicion and face now wiped clean of anything less than total seriousness.

“...so, let me get this straight; You want me to order you a salad, from Pizza Hut,” He flatly reiterated, voice full-on lacking any conviction as he gouged your reaction. “Since when have you ever traded a pizza up for a fucking salad, (Y/N)?”

“What are you trying to say?” You said with sudden defense, cutting a sharp look over at him. But once you took in the unamused, knowing look on face, you quickly diverted your eyes to the sink, where you then turned the faucet on and began splashing your face.

Another distraction.

“Cut the shit, jagiya. You just weighed yourself, didn’t you?”

With your eyes still closed from the access water, you pumped the exfoliation soap next to the sink into your palm and quickly rubbed your hands together before massaging it into your face.

“Yeah, So?”

“I’m guessing that has something to do with your sudden lack of interest in our traditional Sunday meal,” he rhetorically concluded, voice dripping with sarcasm as he straightened his stance and walked over to the scale. With his arms still crossed, he nosily peered down at the numbers still displayed across the screen, from where you forgot to reset it from the instant panic that took over your actions. His face flattened even more at the uneventful discovery. “Seriously, (Y/N), what’s the matter?”

“Nothing, Jimin. I just..” You sighed in frustration, turning the sink off and patting your face dry with a nearby hand towel, purposely using the few seconds of hiding to take control over the embarrassment taking over your features. You then lowered it and caught him standing directly behind you in the mirror with a stern look on his face, and sighed again as you quickly folded under the hopeless pressure. “I gained ten pounds.”

Your shoulders sagged in discomfort as you braced yourself for a reaction, but he just simply blinked at you unaffectedly, as if he was still awaiting to hear the problem.

You continued to stare at each other for a few more seconds, and when he finally realized that that was all you had to say, his eyebrows rose impatiently. “That’s it..?”

“What do you mean, that’s it? I’ve fallen off track, Jimin. Don’t act like you don’t see a difference,” you snapped, now mirroring his arm-crossed stature in a more vulnerable, sulking manner. “I thought it was the cold-water setting on the washing machine shrinking all my clothes, but no. Nothing fits the same anymore because I’m a beached-fucking-whale.”

“Shut up— the only reason your jeans have gotten tighter is because your ass is filling out even more, which is something I unapologetically take full responsibility in causing.”

“No, everything has gotten bigger— my gut, my face, everything. And I know I’m not pregnant because I just had my period, so it’s from me becoming a full-blown fatass in general.”

You sniffed at the burning sensation that came to your sinuses at the spike of anger, but you were more emotionally depressed than anything. You adverted your eyes again and stubbornly tightened your arms over your stomach, which quickly caused his edge to deteriorate a bit as he seen just how heavy this was weighing down on you. It was a shame, really; if only you could truly see yourself the way sees you— a unique blend of flawless beauty.

He exhaled a deep, audible sigh through his nose before lowering his arms around your lower waist, to which he then pulled you back against him and placed a series of endearing kisses along the side of your pouting cheeks.

“I told you this the day I first met you, and I’ll say it now until I’m blue in the fucking face— you are the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on, (Y/N). Me being in love with you doesn’t effect that fact, nor does a little extra weight do anything to change it. And you wanna know why?” He began, gently turning you around by the hips before cradling the sides of your face, even though your eyes were still casted downward. “People like you don’t have to worry about shit like that, because there is no such thing as a bad look for someone so motherfucking pretty. It’s effortless, God-given gift. You doubting that is an insult.”

You let out a quiet laugh through your nose as you finally met his eyes, fully displaying the self-pity and gratitude in which you felt. “You’re so good to me.”

“Apparently not good enough if you’re still struggling with your self image,” He countered, then took you by surprise as he suddenly ducked down and snatched your gym shorts down to your ankles, then gripped your hips and hoisted you up on the counter without the slightest of warning.

“You see this?” He began, gripping your ass with purposeful aggression that caused you to giddily squeal out at the tenderness. “This is where all that pizza and candy bars go, and I fucking love that because it jiggles when you walk now; and that’s literally my biggest motivation to not say fuck it and go back to selling dope. Because if I get locked up again, that leaves this ass unprotected and up for grabs and I’m not fucking having that, sweety.”

Your head fell back as you openly howled out in laughter, loving his crude sense of humor.

“And these little stretch marks here,” he continued, snatching the hem of your panties down to mid thigh and revealing the neutral-colored stripes expanding along the fullness of your hips. “Holy fuck, they’re my second-biggest turn-on. I didn’t even know I had a kink for shit like this until I saw these badboys for the first time. And that’s why I’m always running my hands across them, because I like feeling the patterns of them. Especially when you’re riding me— oh my god, mm.”

The blush spread across your face like a wild-fire as he aggressively hummed in approval, and demonstrated the very action by greedily palming your hips and tracing his fingers along the thin lines.

“So I’ll say it again; there’s literally nothing ugly about you. The only flaw you really have is your self doubt, but I know you can’t help that and it’s fine. But I’m just telling you (Y/N), I fucking love everything about you. And I swear on everything, I mean it.”

You nodded in acceptance as you soaked in all his sincerity, unable to help the goofy grin gracing your lips as you then leaned your forehead against his chest and rubbed at his forearms, relinquishing in the feel of the veins protruding beneath his skin.

“I love you, Jimin.”

You felt his lips settle on the top of your head as he brought one hand up to rub the back of your neck, his heart racing at those precious words.

“I love you too, Jagiya.”

A dark thought then involuntarily crossed his mind as he noticed that you have yet to pull your panties back up, and it didn’t take long before that one hand still on your thigh crept between your legs and cupped your warm sex.

“I’m just gonna have to put more effort in making you feel good in your own skin.”

You gasped in a breath and gripped his wrist as his fingers teasingly swiped at your clit, him knowing that’s your go-to starter spot and not showing no sort of apprehension as he began full on palming your sensitive flesh, a possessive man by nature. The fingers that was just drawing soothing circles at the back of your neck soon entangled themselves into the back of your hair and pulled your head back, instantly wrenching the submissive out in you as you caught sight of his dominant glare.

“Now, tell me, jagiya: who does your pretty little ass belong to?”

You whimpered out at the intense arrousal that surfaced when he dipped his finger into your wet entrance and used the moisture to glide back up and tentavely roll your clit, making it instantly swell in response to the friction.

“You,” You spluttered out, trying not to squirm from the drastic spike in pleasure. “It belongs to you.”

Your bud continued to swell and twitch against the rough padding of his finger tip, not taking long at all to bring out your sex-crazed demons, and your doe-eyed and gaped-mouth awing soon got the best of him as well, and he lowered his head and lustfully sucked at your pouty lips, briefly warming you up before skillfully claiming your mouth with his tongue.

You didn’t hold back a single moan, you openly voiced your eager approval as he aggressively French-kissed you into oblivion, all the while vigorously massaging your puffy clit. And once he broke away, you barely had time to react before he snatched your panties clear off your legs, boy giving you any time to prepare yourself before he then grabbed you beneath the knees and yanked your ass to the edge of the counter. You tried to stay calm as he did all this, but when he dropped to his own knees and parted your legs so wide that not an inch of your pussy was hidden from his view, you almost cried out at the anticipation.

Because: Jimin may be an absolute God when it comes to fucking, but another thing he also knows how to do better than any other guy you’ve ever been with, is how to properly you out to the point of insanity.

And holy shit, it’s been a while. Something you didn’t realize how much you needed it up into this very moment.

“Don’t hold back on me, now— this is just pregame for what’s to come. As soon as you feel like cumming, do it. Because I need you still up and running for what’s to come after this,” he told told, his own eagerness coming to a tie with the amount of authority in his voice, and you obediently nodded as you gripped the edge of the counter, readying yourself.

“Yes sir.”

That was all it took; the wicked smile that appeared on his face widened as he stuck his tongue all the way out and flattened it over your vulnerable entrance, lapping you up from top to bottom like the greedy bastard he was, causing you to mewl out at the earth-shatter sensation of the silky wet surface lathering up needy flesh. He then craned your thighs all the way back until your shoulder blades hit the mirror and your knees were on both side of your chest, your pussy now practically presented to him on a platter as he then pressed his mouth past your lips and enclosed it around your prominent clit. He then caused every muscle in his vaginal region to clench and quake as he loudly began slurping at the tender area, passionately rolling his tongue and and coaxing it out with purposeful, yet very precise circles.

All the while, you were hitting notes higher than Miriah Carey at this point as words too shameful for acknowledgement poured from your hypnotized lips, your fingers latched into his jet-black hair as you praised him. Every stroke of his tongue was becoming more and more surreal as him sucking was causing the nerves in your clit to become more and more sensitive to his merciless infliction, and it only took about two minutes max before the tension building with your cored bursted under the pressure, causing an overwhelming, euphoric feeling to recochede out and practically electrify the path of his tongue as every nerve ending pulsed at the mind-numbing orgasm.

And oddly enough, once the high settled down and Jimin rose to his feet, you inhaled what was probably the freshest breath of air you’ve had in days, and every ounce of depression had diminished completely from your head. All you could do was stare st your smug-ass boyfriend in total awe as he slyly wiped at his lips and shot you a grin filthier than the Devil himself.

“My turn,” was all he said.

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Better than that // George Weasley

So, this is something I wrote for my Weasley Twin story on Wattpad, but the time that I actually can publish this is like... in 7 years (there are still 5 years that I have to write as the story is still in first year)  But I like it so much, I just had to share it somewhere. I also felt like I had to upload something, because I had no idea what to write and I was sick for two weeks and asdfghjkl...........

So, (Y/N) is a sixth year Gryffindor and has been best friends with Fred and George ever since her first day at Hogwarts. She is a bit bummed out that nobody has asked her to the Yule Ball yet.... uhm, yeah.

word count: 1950

BTW, props to anyone who gets my reference.

As we stepped into the Common Room, we could hear a loud bang. My eye was immediately drawn to a big cloud of smoke coming from a table in the corner where Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting. Ron just blew off his eyebrows by playing with Exploding Snap cards.

“Nice look, Ron… go well with your dress robes, that will.” George said. We sat down at the table with Harry, Ron and Hermione as Ron felt how much damage has been done.

“Ron, can we borrow Pigwidgeon?” George asked.

“No, he’s off delivering a letter,”said Ron, “Why?”

“Because George wants to invite him to the ball,” said Fred sarcastically.

“Because we want to send a letter, you stupid great prat,” said George. I nodged George in his ribs for being so rude to his brother, he barely noticed.

“Who’d you two keep writing to, eh?” said Ron.

“Nose out, Ron, or I’ll burn that for you too,” said Fred, waving his wand threateningly.  “So… you lot got dates for the ball yet?”

“Nope,” said Ron.

“Well, you’d better hurry up, mate, or all the good ones will be gone,” said Fred.

“Who’re you going with, then?” said Ron.

“Angelina,” said Fred promptly, without a trace of embarrassment. I could feel my ears heating up. Apparently there was still a bit of me mad that nobody had asked me to go to the ball with them yet. There was not a lot of time left and nobody has even asked me. I would have hoped that at least a desperate fourth year would try… but no.

“What?” said Ron, taken aback, “You’ve already asked her?”

“Good point,” said Fred. He turned his head and called across the common room, “Oi! Angelina!”

Angelina, who had been chatting to Alicia near the fire, looked over at him.

“What?” she said back.

“Want to come to the ball with me?”

Angelina gave Fred an appraising sort of look. Then looked quickly at me, to make sure he wasn’t joking. I simply smiled at her, reassuring her, he was serious.

“All right then,” she said, and she turned back to Alicia and carried on chatting, with a bit of a grin on her face.

“There you go,”said Fred to Harry and Ron, “piece of cake.”

“What about you, George, who are you taking?” asked Ron, raising what was barely left from his eyebrow.

“(Y/N).” he draped his arm around me. I looked at him, surprised. When did I miss that?

“Excuse me?”

“Well, I thought it would have been clear by now. Would you like to go with me?”

“Oh Georgie,” I smiled and flattered with my eyelashes, “you gotta do better than that if you want me to go with you to the ball,” I rolled my eyes and pushed his arm off of me. Leaving him speechless and almost falling off of his chair. Trying to ignore the laughter of the people around us, he pretended as nothing happened..

Fred got to his feet, yawning and said: “We’d better use a school owl then, George, come on…”

They left. Ron stopped feeling his eyebrow and looked across the smouldering wreck of his card castle at me. He opened his mouth, but I stopped him, before he could embarrass himself: “Don’t you even think about it Weasley.”

“I thought you wanted to go with him,” Hermione asked as Ron started to clean up the mess that he had made on the table.

“I did, but not if this is all he’s got. I know George is capable of more.” 

“I hope so, you two are amazing together.” her comment made me blush. Then it also made me realise something. “Oh no! Hermione! What if he thinks that I don’t want to go with him at all?” I panicked.

“Don’t be dim, (Y/N), you know he wants to go with you. Didn’t you see how dissapointed he looked when you said no?”

“What?” I looked at Hermione with wide eyes, “I have to go apologise,” I was already standing up, but she gripped my wrist. “(Y/N), don’t.” I sat back down.

I talked with Hermione about it a bit more, until the conversation of the two boys next to us, distracted me:

“We should get a move on, you know… ask someone. Fred’s right. We don’t want to end up with a pair of trolls.”

Hermione let out a splutter of indignation. “A pair of… what, excuse me?”

“Well - you know,” said Ron, shrugging, “I’d rather go alone than with - Eloise Midge, say.”

“Her acne’s loads better lately - and she’s really nice.”

“Her nose is off-centre,” said Ron.

“Oh, I see,” I said, bristling, “So basically, you’re going to take the best-looking girl who’ll have you, even is she’s completely horrible?”

“Er - yeah, that sounds about right,” said Ron. I slapped him on the back of his head.

“I’m going to bed,” Hermione snapped, and she swept off towards the girls’ staircase without another word. I followed her not much later to my own dormitory.

The next day, I was sitting at the breakfast table, next to Angelina and Alicia, talking about what we were going to wear to the Yule ball.

“I saw this amazing dress,” Alicia squealed, “Mum is going to send it over for me.”

“It sounds amazing Alicia,” I said. From the corner of my eye, I could see that Fred and George just walked into the Hall. George looked extremely nervous. He tried to quickly slip away, but Fred was holding on to his shoulder and pulled him towards him and whispered something into his ear. I looked away, when I saw that they were walking towards us.

“Er - (Y/N),” George said. It was barely audible from all the noise in the Great Hall, “I was wondering if-” but some people near us, started laughing and I couldn’t hear him anymore. I had barely noticed he was even there, if he hadn’t tapped me on my shoulder. I turned around and faced him. George tried to say something, but I could barely make out the words. Although, one did stand out: Ball. Butterflies started to twirl around in my stomach, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for him.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I said, “Did you hear anything, Angie?” I asked Angelina, who simply nodded no.

George had turned completely red at that point and mumbled something, what made it even harder to hear through the noise of the crowd. Fred had clearly enough of it. He stood on a bench (accidentally pushing a Hufflepuff girl into her friend) he cupped his hands in front of his mouth and shouted: “EXCUSE ME!” it was so loud, that everybody - including the teachers - stopped their conversations and were now looking at Fred who continued to talk: “MY BROTHER, OVER HERE,” he pointed at George, who was now looking as if he was about to faint any second now, “WANTED TO SAY SOMETHING!” he stepped down and quickly apologised to the Hufflepuff girl he almost stepped on again.

Everybody was now looking at George. He took a deep breath and took my hand. I gladly stood up and watched as he stepped on the bench where Fred was just standing. The Hufflepuff girl just rolled her eyes and walked away completely to the other side of her table..

“(Y/N),” he smiled and took another step onto the Hufflepuff table. I could hear a few girls aww as he did so and start to whisper, but they immediately stopped when Fred shot them an angry look. George continued: “Would you - please, I beg you, go to the ball with me?” He looked a bit unsure. I stood there for a second, looking at everybody in the Great Hall. There was no doubt in my body if I wanted to go with him. But the way that all those eyes were staring at me, awaiting an answer, did scare me. I had to think of a good reaction. Then I suddenly started to laugh, receiving a few confused looks - including my friends and even some teachers.

“Go with you?” I said. George just nodded. I smirked and stepped on to the bench. Some people hitched onto their breath. Then I finally said, with a big smile: “I would love to!” People started to cheer and a couple of wolf-whistles could be heard. I was sure that one came from Fred. Professor Dumbledore himself, stood up and clapped.

“Are you serious?” George said as he embraced me into a big hug, our faces only inches apart.

“Absolutely,” I said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He let me go, trying out best not to step into anyone’s breakfast and as my feet were on the bench, George handed me something. I realised it was one of their fake wands and with a confused expression, I took it. As soon as my fingertips touched the wood, it changed into a bouquet of flowers. More girls from around the whole room (even Slytherins) stared at us in adoration and jealousy. I even saw a few ladies from Beauxbatons looking at us. I couldn’t blame them, this was absolutely amazing.

Once we were back on the ground, George whispered into my ear: “Was this what you meant, when you said that I should do better?”

“That and more,” I said with a big smile. At that moment, George was pulled away from me by his twin brother and I was pushed back into my previous seat by Angelina and Alicia. Fred had takes a few pieces of bacon and toast for George and stuffed them into his mouth and they both left.

“I can not believe that just happened,” Alicia said with wide eyes.

“Me neither,” I replied, staring at my plate.

“I can not believe that I let Fred of so easy. If only I was-”

“Hey, at least you two have dates? Who am I supposed to go with?” Alicia cut of Angelina.

“You can go with me, if you want?” it was Ron, who just walked in with Harry and Hermione. Alicia scoffed and ignored Ron.

“I’m sure there is someone, every guy will be lucky to go with you,” Hermione said with a kind smile,

“Thanks Hermione. Maybe there’s still a Durmstrang or a Beauxbaton left for me? Oh, imagine me with Viktor Krum. Do you think he’s still available?” she giggled.

“No,” Hermione said. We all gave her a weird look, which flustered her a bit. “I simply mean, every girl is walking around him as if they are on a summoning charm or something, I highly doubt he doesn’t have a date yet.”

“I guess you’re right. And even if he isn’t I don’t think anything will happen to me like it did to (Y/N) over here,” she poked me in my arm, making me blush a bit. I realised I was still holding on tightly to my flowers George gave to me, so I lay them down on the table.

“Wait. What happened? Don’t tell me you’re not going with George. He’ll be devastated.” Hermione gasped. I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Don’t say you missed all that right there?”

“What? What happened?” Harry and Ron said. Angelina and Alicia started to tell them what had just occurred seconds before they entered the Great Hall.

“Believe me, it was right out of a Beedle the Bard tale.” Angelina sighed. I rolled my eyes. I tried to ignore their reactions. It wasn’t that big of a deal. We were just going as friends… right?

[lairep]

Chat Noir Finds Out (Part 3)

Summary: Chat Noir drops in for a visit and things go as well as expected. 

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Coincides with Day 1 of Marichat May (Milk). Hope you all enjoy this mess of a chapter--- C: (Thanks so much for giving me the courage to post, btw.)

Chapter 3: The Night After Chat Noir Found Out

What could possibly go wrong?

Apparently, a lot of things.  

He was Chat Noir, after all. Why he ever thought this was a good idea was beyond him.

His plan was to knock on her window, give her his two-finger salute, let her squeal a little because he knew she was a total fangirl deep inside, and maybe flex a little just because he could.

Then he would spend a bit of time with her before easing into the fact that he found out she was Ladybug and that he was actually Adrien Agreste, her classmate.

All this while acting like the cool cat he always was and not the blundering, embarrassing boy he had been that morning.

Simple, to the point, and completely fool-proof, right?

Wrong.

First, because he chose the wrong time to think about possibly seeing Marinette in her pajamas, instead of gracefully landing by her window, he crash-landed onto her rooftop balcony and knocked over two of her potted plants.

Second, the potted plants he just murdered scattered dirt and plant corpses all over her rooftop door.

Third, when Marinette opened the rooftop door, because he made an inordinate amount of noise with his entrance and subsequent incoherent shrieking, all the soil and plants fell on top of her and all over her hair.

And lastly, she was mad. Understandably so. He definitely saw the look of unbridled shock and annoyance on her face before she schooled it into a neutral, but still very scary, expression.

As if there weren’t enough things he could get in trouble for tonight.

“Chat Noir,” she said, her tone flat, brushing the dirt away from her hair, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

He stared at her for a moment, uncomprehending. Then, realizing he was just asked a question, he answered with the first thing that came into his head.

“Pajamas!”

It took only a few seconds of introspection to realize what he said. He hit his forehead with the heel of his palm, making a strong, audible smack. Really, Chat Noir? Pajamas? She owed the pleasure of your visit to pajamas? Way to sound like a grade-A pervert.

He could hear Plagg’s sarcastic ‘smooth’ comment resound in his head.

Marinette made no move to climb out of her door, possibly to avoid more dirt getting on her, but her neutral expression morphed into confusion and just a little bit of worry. It made his heart swell. His Lady was worried about him!

…or she was worried that a local superhero randomly showed up on her balcony to murder some plant-life and possibly perv on her in her pajamas.

Well, that didn’t make him feel better.

“Are you okay, Chat?” Marinette asked, her head tilted cutely to the side.

He totally meant to say ‘This cat is doing pawsome!’ with his usual flair, but somehow he ended up scandalously yelling at her, “Stop being so cute!”

Marinette froze.

Chat Noir froze.

Seconds ticked by.

Finally, Marinette slowly extracted herself from her door and carefully made her way onto the roof. She brushed herself off and walked a little closer to him.

“Chat?” she called to him, her brows furrowing. She stared at him, unblinking, possibly waiting for him to explain himself.

He took a deep shuddering breath. Then he started pacing across the small space of the balcony.

He was Chat Noir. Hero of Paris, partner to Ladybug. He faced and fought akuma that people ran away from in terror, and had risked all nine of his lives more than once to protect the city and its inhabitants. To protect Ladybug, the love of his life.

He was totally cool and awesome and he was just going to talk to a girl. This should be a cakewalk.

Well, except it was a girl who happened to be Ladybug in her civilian form. But that shouldn’t make any difference. He interacted with Ladybug and Marinette just fine before all this.

Where this nervousness was coming from, he wasn’t entirely sure. Maybe it was the guilt that he broke her trust. Accidentally though! And he was here to come clean so being nervous about it defeats the whole purpose of his visit. While he might just be a tad worried that she would make cat soup out of him, that alone wouldn’t make him a complete bumbling fool.

Maybe it was the fact that he honestly had no idea how to proceed from an identity reveal. He did have a plan or two (involving a candle-lit dinner on top of the Eiffel tower) but he didn’t expect the reveal to be while he was hanging over a fire escape like a piece of laundry and Ladybug being completely oblivious to it, so his plans were now moot.

Maybe he was scared of her rejection.

Pining after Ladybug was one thing. But now that he knew she was Marinette, one of the most amazing people he’d ever met in his life, maybe he was intimidated by the combination of two most incredible girls he knew. Because, not to sound conceited or anything, he probably had a fair chance with either Ladybug or Marinette if they were two separate people.

But Ladybug and Marinette as one person? That combo of a girl was definitely out of his league.  

Oh.

Oh, okay.

So that was where the nervousness came from.

“Chat Noir?” Marinette tried again after seeing him finally stop pacing on her roof. Bless her for being patient enough to wait his anxiety out.

Still, he mused, he had to talk to her eventually. If he left now, he would have killed a pair of potted plants, made a mess on her balcony, wasted Marinette’s time, and ended up looking like a total weirdo, all for nothing. It was now or never.

Breathing deep again, he raised his hand to her, looking away so he could concentrate, and finally managed, “Sorry, can you let me try again?”

Marinette blinked. Adorably. “Oh, um, sure?”

“Great!”

Chat Noir then ushered her back into her room, careful to avoid more dirt getting anywhere else, and vaulted to the neighbouring rooftop.

After a few moments to compose himself—cool cat, he was a super cool, awesome, good-looking cat—and another deep, deep breath, he carefully crossed back over from the next roof onto her window. He peered inside to see Marinette staring up at her trapdoor with a bewildered look. Grinning at how endearing that was, he knocked on the window and gave a two-finger salute when she turned around.

“Hello, purrincess,” he purred when she opened her window, just as was planned. Cool cat, cool cat. “How are mew doing this fine evening?”

Marinette gave him a raised eyebrow and an indulgent smile that made him melt inside. She crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her head. It was so cute but he was a cool cat, so he composed himself.

“Well,” she began with some inflection, “I was doing homework like a good student. But then some weird, giant cat wreaked havoc on my rooftop, so now I have to clean his mess up.”

He felt the ears on his head flatten against his hair, and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Apawlogies,” he said, smiling guiltily. Then he flexed an arm, just as planned, and continued, “This heroic cat can lend you a helping paw with the clean-up,” he flexed his other arm, “if you’d be willing to let him in.”

“Deal,” Marinette replied, giggling a little, and she stepped aside to let him in.

-

“By the way, nice pajamas,” Chat Noir said, grinning as he gathered the shattered pieces of the pots into his gloved hands.

They were really nice, indeed. Pink with white polka-dots. Just a little too big for her. It made her look like a soft baby Ladybug, ready for a cute little catnap under the covers. The thought gave him such a tangible feeling of delight, he could almost taste it.

Marinette looked up from her sweeping to give him a look of disbelief. Then she grabbed a handful of the dirt in her dustpan and threw it at him.

He dodged expertly and waggled his eyebrows at her.

“Ugh,” Marinette groaned out, shaking her head, and he was delighted to hear the striking Ladybug­-ness of it. Absently, he thought of how he’d never seen or heard her act this way around him as Adrien. It felt like he would’ve caught onto her being Ladybug earlier if she acted this way around him more often.

Back when he met her as Chat Noir to fight the Evillustrator, she had acted nothing like the tough hero Ladybug she actually was and more like the damsel-in-distress civilian Marinette he apparently knew. He always appreciated that he had one such fangirl in Marinette Dupain-Cheng with all her gushing and swooning that he—

Wait a minute.

He watched her as she separated the plants from the dirt she’d swept up. He looked at her as the moonlight shone against her dark hair and illuminated the soft features that made up her face.

Her cute, cunning face.

Chat Noir felt the grin split across his face before registering the feeling of absolute glee. She played him.

Marinette, Ladybug, played him. That time with the Evillustrator, where she’d asked him to protect her; her secret mission had been to be Marinette. She had been acting when she gushed and swooned about working with Chat Noir to save Paris. She had been pretending to be a fangirl to throw him off. She completely, boldly played him.

And he fell for it.

He couldn’t explain why that made him so happy, but it did. It was just so adorable and funny and he should totally be disappointed that Ladybug didn’t turn out to secretly be a Chat Noir fan. But no, this was amazing. This girl was amazing.

Oh, god, and she’d called herself cute. At him.

‘Cute, isn’t she?’ she had said about herself.

Unable to stop himself, Chat Noir leaned against the closest railing and laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Marinette asked from across him, watching him with wary and confused eyes.

He took a deep breath and looked at her to respond… but couldn’t stop the next bout of laughter that burst out of him at the sight of her face. Ladybug complimented herself to him! Literally asked him if he thought she was cute!

“N-nothing, princess,” he managed out, after another breath. He wiped the tears of laughter that leaked from his eyes. “Just remembering something great.”

Marinette narrowed her eyes at him, disbelieving. He could almost see the spotted mask over her face with that expression. Even while holding the broom and the dustpan and wearing soft pink polka-dotted pajamas, she stood just as regal as the red and black spotted hero he fought to protect Paris with.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was so Ladybug.

And Chat Noir was a complete goner.

-

Seeing his face plastered all over her walls was definitely something he didn’t expect.

It took him a while to notice, being that he couldn’t take his eyes off her—she had baby pink polka-dot pajamas on, okay?—the whole time they were cleaning up the mess he made. When they went back into the room and she left to get some snacks, her absence allowed his eyes to wander.

And he was met with his face. And his face. And his face again. And his face once more.

Marinette, Ladybug, had pictures of him, Adrien Agreste, plastered all over her room.

He was going to faint.

What did this mean? What could this possibly mean?

She liked fashion, right? Maybe she liked his father’s designs. That made sense, right?

Except it was all him. He wasn’t the only person to model his father’s designs. Sure, he was at the forefront of most of it, but there were other models. Surely, if she were just interested in her father’s designs, she would put up posters of other models and clothes, right?

Was he being conceited in thinking that maybe, just maybe Marinette happened to have a crush on him? On Adrien Agreste?

…nah, couldn’t be.

After all, even though he considered her a friend, they didn’t really know each other all that well. He always chalked it up to the fact that he made a really bad impression on her on his first day. It probably also didn’t help that as a famous model and son to a famous designer, he tended to intimidate quite a number of people, especially those with an interest in the fashion industry.

She couldn’t even look at him without stuttering or mixing up her words. Sometimes she even avoided him or seemed downright uncomfortable interacting with him. She hid behind Alya a lot too whenever he approached. There was just no way she’d have a crush on him with the way she was acting.

Funny, thinking about it now, that sounded a bit like how he was this morning. What a strange coinci—

His eyes fell on her desk and all his thoughts halted to a stop.

Was that a picture of him in a photo frame?

On her desk?

Why, yes, Mr. Chat Noir, that was indeed a photo of you smiling gallantly in a nice mahogany picture frame.

But why would she—?

Chat Noir felt his body go slack as a whole universe exploded in his brain. A universe filled with red and black spots and pink pajamas and Marinette and Ladybug and photo frames with his face in them.

He stared reverently at his framed photo on her desk as though it held the secret to life itself. Never had he thought there would come a day when he would worship anything that had his face on it. But here he was, staring at the priceless artifact that just now taught him one of the most valuable truths he could ever know in his life.

The truth that Marinette was totally crushing on him.

The truth that, in some convoluted way, they actually liked each other back.

The girl he was in love with had a crush on him.

To wit, Marinette was Ladybug, and she had a crush on Adrien Agreste. He was Adrien, and also Chat Noir, and he was in love with Ladybug. Ladybug, who turned out to be Marinette, liked Adrien, who was Chat Noir. So Ladybug and Adrien liked each other and Marinette and Chat Noir… liked each other?

No, no, Adrien and Marinette liked each other? And Ladybug and Chat Noir liked each other?

No, wait…

Chat Noir liked Ladybug and Marinette liked Adrien and Chat Noir was Marinette and Adrien was Ladybug and Ladybug liked Marinette and Adrien liked Chat Noir and—

Okay, that needed to stop right now.

His brain was going to melt. If it hadn’t already.

Just how many revelations was he going to get in the next twenty-four hours? He was just maybe a teensy-weensy bit not properly equipped to handle all this information at once.

He needed to sit down and think. But he couldn’t. His whole being was practically buzzing with excitement and something else he couldn’t place. Ladybug liked him! What should he do? What did it mean? Could they date now? Bake a cake? Would he become Chat Dupain-Cheng? Would she become Marinette Noir? Lady Agreste? Adrien Bug? Would those names be legal enough for them to adopt kittens together?

He didn’t know how long he stood there trying to process this information. His brain managed to calm down for a bit, at the very least, although it managed to fly into a fantasy of him and Marinette becoming a pair of old crazy cat-lovers with twenty-seven cats and a steady diet of cake.

Before he knew it, reality knocked on the door and Marinette was back with a plate of cookies and some milk.

“I hope you like cookies,” she said brightly, placing the plate and the milk on her desk. She turned around and frowned when she saw that he hadn’t moved from his spot in the middle of her floor and was staring her. “What?”

Chat Noir blinked at her. Okay, be a cool cat. Cool cat. He gulped and casually pointed a thumb at her walls, “So you like models, huh?” His voice totally didn’t crack, by the way.

Her face went from its normal colour to a deep, tomato red in under a second. “You weren’t supposed to see that!” she shrieked, running over to one of the larger posters and picking desperately at the tape on the edge.

He chortled, just a little, feeling more composed by the second because of her antics. He crossed over the room and took her hand from the poster to pull her away. “Too late to take them down now, princess. Already saw them.”

Groaning, his Lady let herself be led away from the poster. “This is so embarrassing.”

“So,” Chat Noir drawled teasingly, unable to keep the happy grin off his face, “looks like someone’s got a crush.”

Marinette groaned again, snatching her hand from his to cover her face. “Shut up and eat your cookies.”

Still grinning, he obliged good-naturedly, hopping onto her desk chair and snatching up a cookie. Humming happily as he bit into it, he sneakily looked around to find where her kwami could be hiding. He ran his hands over the items on the desk absently, chuckling a little at the framed photo of himself, and accidentally knocked Marinette’s computer mouse to the side.

Her monitor came out of sleep mode and, popping the rest of the cookie in his mouth, he looked up curiously…

…to find a collage of his various modelling pictures as her wallpaper. Over a pink background. With pink hearts doodled all over it.

He gasped involuntarily and felt the cookie go down the wrong pipe. He promptly choked and started hacking out bits of cookie all over Marinette’s stuff.

Ladybug had a collage of himself as a wallpaper on her computer!

And he just hacked chewed cookie bits on it!

“Chat!” Marinette cried in an admonishing tone as she rushed over to thump him on his back. He painfully hacked away the cookie in his throat with the help of her thumping. “What are you even doing?” She left his side for a bit and poured some milk in a glass and handed it to him.

“Sorry,” he croaked, accepting the glass gratefully, all the while avoiding her gaze. In just how many more ways could he make a fool of himself today?

He honestly couldn’t tell if this day was going incredibly well or irredeemably awful. He learned some pretty amazing things, but he’d also caused quite a bit of trouble. And he’d barely even been here an hour. His brain was still not functioning properly and he was starting to think that it was a terrible idea to come see Marinette before he’d properly assessed the situation.

He watched Marinette fuss over her belongings gingerly with a tissue as he drank his milk in guilty silence. She turned to the computer monitor and (cutely) wrinkled her nose in disgust. “You just coughed chewed cookie chunks all over Adrien,” she said, frowning as she wiped.

Then under her breath, with a voice so soft he barely heard it even with his enhanced hearing, she added, “Now I can never kiss it again.”

He choked again and spat milk all over her.

“CHAT!”

“Sorry!”

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