#‘​nice shot; loverboy’ ‘your girlfriends out in the back waiting for you; loverboy’

[go6jo]

dating rin and he barges in through the bathroom door while you’re filming your vogue beauty secrets night skincare routine video because he completely forgot about you mentioning it and thought you were getting ready for bed without him which upset him because it's something he looks forward to at the end of the day - gets home really late everyday and it's a ritual he gets to share with you, a moment to be intimate with you. so when he notices you're recording he just goes "oh." with the most deadpan look on his face, standing by the door apologizing and you very sweetly chuckle and tell him it's okay, with a kiss to his cheek, that you'll help him when you're done. you eventually decide to keep his cameo in the final cut, with his consent, even though you're usually very private dating each other because you thought that it couldn’t hurt to shine a light on your relationship. after all you were proud of him and it feels good to show him off every once in a while. (plus the public is used to his aggression on the field, to star athlete rin itoshi, his cold demeanour and foul mouth and this showed a different side to him, that he could be tame, too. docile.) gets a little embarassed when the video is posted and as soon as he leaves the frame you're telling the camera about how he likes it when you do your nightly routine together. and that his favourite part are the face masks.

[gretavanbitch]

Tangled up in blue- 4

warnings- smut, drinking, swearing, smoking bla bla bla “get on with the song”

also- I made a playlist for this month, but I listen to it whenever I write so it is very ~fitting~. feel free to listen while you read. 

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5qrT7vDp06VGboCCSaaC31

Note- hi babes, i hope you are enjoying this so far, sorry for the long wait! This week has been a haze of volleyball, AP work, and college apps. I will try to update soon again! 

prior- 

The scent of sweat and cigarette smoke pulled through the air of the small green room. Penny sat on a worn velvet couch, watching the boys prance around loudly, still feeling the high of the show. 

“Sam, did you see that one girl in the pit flash you?” Danny laughed, holding some concoction of hard liquor in his hand. 

“Yeah dude, I had to look twice to make sure I didn’t imagine it,” he laughed, “nice tits though.” Sam spoke loudly as he sat partially on the arm of a leather chair, taking a drag from his cigarette. Jake was somewhere outside of the room on the phone with his girlfriend. Josh was prancing around the room wildly singing some showtune, very in character. He seemed rather oblivious to Danny and Sam’s conversation, only adding his input when he found the topic interesting. Penny followed Josh with her eyes, laughing into her own drink. 

“Guys,” Jake said as he entered the room again, “let's get fucked up.” Everyone let out loud cheers to the twins' proposition. Josh himself, now clad in his usual white long sleeve and tan pants walked over to Penny, extending his hand to her. She took it and walked with the group towards the exit of the arena. They all decided to drink at a small bar a short walk away. 

She pulled the fabric of her tan coat closer to her chest as the night breeze nipped at her cheeks. Josh noticed her newfound chill immediately, he always notices. He quickly wrapped his arms around her arms, rubbing up and down lovingly. She giggled, leaning her head into the crook of his neck momentarily as they walked. The only sound on the streets around the venue were the clack of Jake’s Chelsea boots, her own boots, and patter of everyone's sneakers. 

They walked for about 25 minutes, talking about nothing in particular, smoking cigarettes as they walked. 

“You know those are bad for you,” Josh teased Penny, nudging her shoulder softly. 

“Tell that to Sam and Jake,” she huffed jokingly in return. Sam then turned around, a fake hurt expression on his face. 

“Yeah well at least I don’t smoke American spirits, those taste like garbage,” he scoffed.

“Alright pipe down over there Marlboro man,” Penny waved him off, blowing a pull directly in his face. In truth, she knew that her smoking habits would bite her in the ass one day, but amongst other things in her life, they were so addicting. Soon enough, the neon sign of an old dive bar appeared in front of the group. Penny quickly paused behind the group, wanting to capture a picture of their silhouettes and the neon lights. 

“Whatcha doin’ mama,” Josh paused his steps, waiting for the blonde. 

“Capturing the moment, don't move,” she said through tight lips as the shutter clicked. Josh paused for a moment, eyes darting down to the half smoked cig in her hand. 

“Shotgun me,” he said as he caught his lips in between his teeth. 

“You don’t smoke,” she responded, pushing the camera back in her bag. 

“Yeah I know, but it would be hot.” She then nodded her head and stepped closer to him. The rest of the group was now long ahead, entering the bar. The wind rustled his curls softly, making his eyes flutter closed. His lips were parted slightly, waiting in anticipation. She brought the cigarette to her lips slowly, narrowing her eyes at him. Her hand found the back of his head softly, his hands stayed at rest at his sides. With hazy eyes, she leaned into him. His lips ghosted over hers softly, inhaling as he did. At that moment, the cold breeze disappeared, and so did the bar. The only thing that existed was him, and his beauty.  He exhaled with a soft smile on his face. 

She then took his hand softly, crushing the cigarette under her boot and leading him towards the bar “Lets get drunk loverboy.”

The bar door opened with a creak, and the smell of liquor hit Penny’s nose, her hand still intertwined with Josh’s. Her eyes scanned the bar for a moment before landing on Jake’s head of hair next to Sam and Danny at the corner of the bar. The boys welcomed them with suspicious gazes, Josh only smirked teasingly at them while patting a seat next to Danny for Penny. The rest of the boys already had their choice of liquor in their hands. Josh ordered a salty dog, and he ordered Penny her favorite, Vodka Cranberry. 

“god you have the alcohol taste of a college kid,” Jake laughed as she sipped her drink. 

“Yeah i’m 22, so that adds up smartass,” she teased. Although Josh was older than her, it rarely crossed her mind. Whether it was her own maturity of his ability to be with her, age was rarely brought up. 

“Oh god Josh, we’re getting old, I can feel it in my bones,” Jake laughed. Josh then got up from his seat, pacing slowly in front of Penny. 

“Hey there sweet, come ere’ often,” Josh joked, hand on his back imitating an old man. 

The night then progressed into rounds of tequila shots and more drinks. There was a pleasant energy between the group, illuminated by the soft glow of the bar. They were by far the youngest group in there, other than some old men at the bar, and middle aged women in the booths with their spouses. 

Penny’s head was spinning slightly, eyes solely focused on Josh as he laughed with the band. He met her eyes continuously through the night, smiling at her softly every time he did. He now leaned down to her ear, whispering quietly. 

“wanna get out of here?” 

Penny nodded, downing the last of her fourth cocktail and grabbing her jacket. The pair walked hand in hand down the empty streets. There was a comfortable drunken silence between them as the cool breeze washed over them. 

“where do you see yourself in five years babe?” Josh inquired, breaking the silence. She bit her lip for a moment, pondering the question seriously. 

“I never really thought about it I guess,” she paused. “probably still where I am right now, blowing in the wind and following you.” He hummed in response, smiling up at the sky. 

“me too, whenever I picture it, you are always there,” he said. He then broke out into a run, dragging Penny along. His voice echoed the streets, singing Bob Dylan loudly. 

“But the answer my friend, is blowin in the wind, the answer is blowin in the wind.”

His voice filled her ears as she laughed along. Wind pushing her hair back, lungs burning with happiness. They ran until they reached the bus, panting and smiling at each other. Josh entered the Bus before her, flicking on various lights and tripping over shoes. 

She haphazardly tore her jacket and boots off as Josh flipped through his phone, playing soft music. “Give me love” by George Harrison soon filled her ears, one of her favorite songs. Her heart ached at the feeling of Josh playing her favorite music as she tugged the hem of his shirt down next to her in a seat. The area was slightly cramped, a little more than a foot of space between seats. He hummed along to the song, caressing her cheek softly. She licked her lips, melting into his eyes deeply. He then closed the gap, capturing her lips with her own. He tasted like liquor and she melted into the kiss sighing softly. Her hands traced under his shirt as he gripped her hips, pulling her on top of him. He captured her lip in his teeth, causing a moan to escape her throat. 

Give me love and I'll show love

She jutted her hips down, grinding down into him. He groaned in response, pulling back from the kiss momentarily to look her in the eyes. 

Baby, I'll be there all the time

Clothes were soon discarded to the floor. The room became sticky and hot. The only sounds were coming from Josh’s phone and sighs from the pair. 

Give me love and I'll show love

She flipped her hair over her shoulder, peppering kisses up his neck as he ran his hands over her breasts, toying with her nipples softly. He then let his hands trail down to her pelvis. He dipped a few fingers into her heat, eliciting a sweet moan from her. He groaned into her chest and muttered a ‘fuck you’re so wet’

Baby, I'll be there

she whined softly, pressing her forehead against his as he created a steady pace with his fingers inside her, curling them with every stroke. His thumb circled her clit and she felt her stomach heat up. Her breathing became erratic, looking into his eyes deeply. Sweat coated her forehead, her body shaking with every whine and moan. He then added a third finger into her, curling it steadily. The room became a mile away, arching her back off of him, and toes curling. Her eyes were closed, mouth hung agape. He slowed his pace, pulling his fingers out and licking them. 

Every time I'm down you're the one who comes to my mind

‘fuck baby’ she whined, blinking white spots out of her vision slowly. He then captured her lips again, this time more aggressively. Tongues and teeth clashing as his hands dug into her ass. ‘Josh,’ she spoke breathily, breaking the kiss. ‘what baby?’ he sighed kissing her neck sweetly, biting softly. ‘I need you in me’ 

Look to deep your love you're the one that I dream of

He lifted her slightly, allowing her to sink down into him. Once he was fully in her, he paused groaning. He pressed his forehead against hers relishing in the feeling of being inside of her. Soon enough, she began grinding down onto him, lifting her hips slightly with every stroke. Her hands scratched up his shoulders, sure to leave marks that he would smile at in the mirror tomorrow. After a few minutes, her pace became sloppy causing Josh to lift her hips himself allowing for him to go even deeper. ‘fuck Pen’ he moaned into her hair. She could only smile against him, feeling so full and content. 

Take me to your heart don't ever worry, we'll never be apart

He jutted his hips into her harshly, fingers digging deeply into her hips. Everything then uncoiled inside her for the second time of the night, causing her breathing to stop for a second. Josh followed suit only seconds later, breathing rapidly and moaning softly. They paused for a moment, relishing the feeling and catching their breath. She kissed him softly and sweetly now, smiling stupidly. 

“I love you,” she sighed. 

“I love you too,” he smiled, pulling her against his chest lovingly. “lets go to bed.”

She threw on one of Josh’s old t-shirts and boxers, climbing in next to him in the bunk. His arms wrapped around her, her head on his chest, listening to his breathing. His heartbeat lulled her softly to sleep, not even hearing the rest of the band enter the bus soon after. 

“god it smells like sex in here.” 

[vanityeols]

Dangerous Ride 》 Jungkook F1 Pilot AU

PART 1.

After your boss gave you the hard task to interview the most famous, hot and womanizer F1 pilot Jeon Jungkook, you considered yourself the luckiest columnist in Celebrity Magazine. C'mon, have you seen him? And he is single, for God sake...

"Bring me a good article. I need juicy news about him. Write a front page deserving article or don't even bother coming back young lady." Your boss's voice echoed in your head the whole flight.

You settled down in the hotel in Monaco after your flight from New York, and you are now near the bar area, preparing for the interview. When you turn around, you drop your notebook on the ground and when you are about to catch it...

Oh, god! It's Jeon Jungkook. Just the man I was looking for.

He beats you to it, and hands you your book.

"I think you dropped this."

He looks amazing. White shirt, black suit, messed black hair. What a man...

"Thank you."

Jungkook stares at you with a seductive smirk on his lips and takes a seat next to you. Please greek God, if you come any closer I won't be able to keep my hands to myself.

"A water please". He orders and turns to face you. "Do you want something?".

"I'm already served..." you smile politely.

"I'm too late as it appears." He smiles back.

You can't help but notice his perfect features, his magnetic aura. He is incredibly good-looking. Jungkook catches your gaze and smiles.

You are about to introduce yourself, but he and his husky voice beat you to it.

"I'm Jeon Jungkook".

"Yeah, I know. I'm Y/N."

You stare over the crowd of reporters with a few racing drivers giving press conferences. "Aren't you supposed to be there?"

He nodded, looking back at them. "Yeah I should, but I'm not a big fan of the media."

Which makes my task so hard to complete.

"Oh let me guess. You are a fan of privacy."

He smirks and leans closer to you. "How did you know?" Ok, too close loverboy.

You shrugged and looked down to your water cup. "Gossip flies around."

He nodded and licked his juicy lips. "So will you be watching the race tomorrow? I suppose you're here for that?".

"Indeed I will. In fact I came here just to see you.." you told him, tucking your hair behind your ear, in a innocent but at the same time flirty way.

He eyed you from head to toe with an arrogant smile playing on his face. "Then, I better take the pole position".

"Oh, someone is being confident."

"I'm being realistic."

You're impressed by how easy it is to have a conversation with him. Rumors say he is not nice to interviewers. But they also say he loves to play around women so you must be one more easy target to him.

He leans toward you, his woody scent galvanizing your senses. Keep your cool Y/N, keep your cool. A ghost of a smile spreads on his face when he notices your breath fastening by the sudden proximity.

"I better go, I don't do social appearences too long." He whispered in your ear, before pulling away subtly.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Jungkook."

"Likewise, beautiful. Will I see you tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow night?" I asked, confused.

"At the after race party. I would love to see you there."

OK Y/N AM I DREAMING?

"Maybe, who knows."

He smiles before brushing his hand behind your back. "I don't accept no's or maybe's lady Y/N. I will be waiting for you tomorrow night."

And with this, he leaves. And there you are trying to hide your blush. Damn is he hitting on me?

You go back to your room and text your bestfriend and colleague, Hanna, who's a huge fan of Jeon Jungkook.

"I just ran into Jeon Jungkook in the hotel bar."

"LUCKY BITCH!!!! I'm so jealous right now. What happened?"

"Well...he wants to meet me tomorrow after de race."

"Is it a date?"

"Of course not! I still need to interview him."

"But you know he is single, right? But as your bestfriend and a huge fan of him, I need to warn you. He is never serious about relationships. He never goes out with the same woman twice. In fact we never heard of him having a girlfriend officially, but he is a playboy. Believe me, I know a looot about him."

"Interesting. A man like him doesn't scream engagement, I know. But it's not like I want to have something with him. I just need a few answers to my juicy questions, that's all."

"But Jungkook wasn't like that two years ago. Something must have happened. My theory is that a woman screwed him over. That's why he is single for so long. You should try your luck. The bad boy falling for the cute and petite interviewer."

"Hanna, that's ridiculous."

"You two are very alike, trust me. But at least he enjoys the pleasures of life."

"Ok, I got it Hanna. I'm not here for this. Anyway, I got to go."

"Good luck babe, you got this."

The next day you are getting ready to watch the qualification race, and even though you brought the best of your clothes with you, seems like you got nothing fancy enought to wear. I'm meeting Jungkook tonight, I should dress up well, it's an exclusive party invitation only.

You pick a tight black dress a little above the knees with long sleeves and a heart shape cleavage. To finish the look you added a beautiful gold necklace, black high heels and a black purse. Your hair was perfectly straight, falling down your back. To finish the look, you added a red lipstick to your lips and voi la.

A few minutes later, you are watching the qualification race of the Monaco Grand Prix in the VIP area. You spot Jungkook's red car as the crowd cheers for him with thunderous roars.

"And Jeon Jungkook is leading the qualification race! He's bending the track to his own will." You hear the voice of the commentator on the speakers.

In a flash, the drivers pass in front of the crowd, leaving the screaming, brutal sounds of their engines behind them.

"Jeon Jungkook is driving a blistering speed, and Kim Jongin is on his tail. Unbelievable! It's only the qualification race but neither of the two want to slow down. This opening lap will tell us which one of the- OH MY GOD!" The commentator gasps.

Jeon Jungkook tries a dangerous maneuver. He is in a skirmish with Kim Jongin. With all eyes on him, he loses control of the car. Tire squealing. Air hissing and....CRASH.

"AND JUNGKOOK CRASHED".

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest. "Oh my god!"

He slams brutally into the barriers. The audience starts to worry and falls quiet. A minute later, Jungkook gets out of his cockpit and waves at the crowd assuring he's fine.

"Oh no, the judge gave him a black flag...." you mumbled, biting your nails.

"Our favorite, Jeon Jungkook has been disqualified. He won't participate in the Grand Prix. This time his reckless maneuver was penalized!"

You see Jungkook getting out of his car. He smashes his helmet on the ground and strides toward his pit. Man that was intense. It must have been terrible for him.

As much as you wanted to talk to him and see how he was feeling, you didn't get the chance to. Journalists were fast to run to him and all you could see was cameras flashing, and he doesn't really like that, like he told you before.

A few hours later you were at de VIP party. All the elites are there: models, celebrities, racing pilots. E everything was peefectly designed. The decoration was spot on. The atmosphere was magical, glamorous, like a Gatsby's party.

And like all great parties, there is drama...and troublemakers.

This can't be true. What is he doing here?

You spotted Park Jimin, aka your ex boyfriend, dancing with some random supermodel, grinding against her hips. Just the sight of him turns your stomach instantly. And to make the mood even better, he spots you right away, smirking when he caught your eye. I know he is from a very healthy family, but why is he in this after party, in Monaco?

"Well, well, well, Y/N, what are you doing here?" He looks at you from head to toe. "And....so elegant...". He walks towards you and you freeze. That good looking bastard, cheated on me with my at the time best friend. He was the man who broke my heart, made me feel worthless, destroyed my vision of true love. Now thanks to him I never believe anyone who tries to get close to me.

"You can stop right there. I appreciate the compliment. Now if you excuse me..." you gave him your best fake smile and rush towards the bar area, as far from him as possible. You call out a bartender, determined to drown your misery and the terrible memories you have of Jimin. "Give me something strong...".

"Coming right up lady." The bartender winked at you and disappeared to get your drink.

You looked around. Your ex having the time of his live. Couples kissing, others flirting...

And here I am, feeling miserable. Not being brave enough to talk to men. Too much of a good girl to be risky and flirty with someone. You shake your head, biting your bottom lip.

Shot after shot, you forgot why you were here in the first place. Anger is getting the best of you. You were about to ask for another shot, when a strong hand grabbed the cup from your hand and pushed it aside.

"Apparently misery does love company?" Jungkook smiled, genuinely, before taking a seat next to you.

Finally someone to make my night, a better night. Hi eye candy.

"Do you need some help? I mean, seems like you have a lot going on in here." He points to his head.

You rolled your eyes at him. "You crashed your car earlier. It seems like you have your own problems to solve."

"Ouch" he placed a hand on top his chest with a hurt (playful) expression. "Ok I probably deserved that one. But what happened to you today?".

You took a deep breath and looked right at him, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. "I ran into my ex boyfriend. Yeah, bad luck. I found that douchebag in Monaco. What a coincidence. Of all the places he could go, he is here. In this party. Almost having sex on the dance floor with some supemodel. You grabbed your drink and took it down with one gulp.

Jungkook blinked and looked around. "Where is he?"

"You see the guy with the white shirt wearing black pants? The one next to the blonde supermodel? That's him."

Jungkook nodded. "What a bad haircut. And to be honest he looks like a robot trying to dance. If you ask me, you are way out of his league." And when he said that, his hand rested on your thigh. "Way too attractive miss Y/N..."

You looked down at his hand and then back at him. A playful grin on your face. "Mr.Jeon Jungkook, are you flirting with me?"

You both laughed. Jungkook bites his bottom lip, something he seems to do a lot to his own good, and pulled you closer.

"Why don't we make this night better for both of us?" His breath mixed with mint and alcohol is sending shivers down your spine. His hand is now down your back. You drank way too much already and it's not helping.

You remember what your bestfriend Hanna told you about him being a womanizer and only doing one night stands kind of things. But you were tired of being the good girl. Tired of not having adventurous memories because you were too good for your own good and ttonight.Damn tonight, a hell of a man was in front of you. Wanting you as much as you want him and even if it's one night only, the present is what counts.

I wanna live this moment.

You look at his perfect lips, wondering how it would feel like to kiss Jeon Jungkook.

And just like you, Jungkook is staring back at your lips, waiting for you to do the first move.

"Like what you see?" You asked, feeling daring.

He smirked. "Oh, I'm definitively enjoying the view."

You licked your lips, tracing your fingers down his arm. "You must know I'm here for business."

Jungkook nodded "is that so?"

"I'm a columnist."

He shrugged. "And?"

You remember your boss's words. "Interview Jeon Jungkook, give me juicy news, write a front page deserving article or don't even bother coming back young lady."

"...and I'm here to interview you. I've been trying to do it all day..."

His expression changes. As if he was...mad.

I know he hates the media, but I would hate to be fired.

"It's for a women's magazine. You sure know you have a huge feminine fanbase who would love to know more about you...."

Jungkook gives a deep breath and nods. "I see..but what about you? Not the Y/N columnist, but the real Y/N...."

You raised an eyebrow, obviously confused.

"What about me?"

He wrapped an hand around your wrist and pulled you close to him, his grip gentle, his lips brushing your earlobe.

"Would you like to know me?"

[gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights]

Rating: G

Summary: When Marinette has to cook for her family reunion, Adrien offers to help. Only one problem: he has no idea how to cook. With Plagg's help, Adrien proposes a Disney-inspired solution that will either keep him from making a fool of himself, or backfire terribly. (Spoiler alert: it backfires terribly.) A university-aged Adrinette reveal fic.

Word Count: 6437

XXX

“Plagg, what am I going to do?  I don’t know how to cook!”  Adrien pulled at his hair as he paced circles around his apartment.

Plagg, meanwhile, lazily hovered with his paws crossed behind his head.  “Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you tried to swoop in like some kind of superhero.”

“I am a superhero.”  Not that it mattered, because his superpower was destruction. Maybe his Lady would’ve been able to help Marinette cook dinner for her family reunion, but Adrien was … well.  Even though the cat miraculous didn’t actually make him more disaster prone, he had enough bad luck in the kitchen on his own.  He’d survived on spaghetti and takeout since moving into his own apartment this semester.

“Why don’t you just tell her you can’t do it?  Something came up.  You fell headfirst into a pool of cream cheese.  You got zapped by an akuma and all your hair fell out.”

“That hasn’t happened in at least a month.  Besides, I can’t flake out on Marinette.  She needs me.”  He stood up straighter.

“What she needs is someone who won’t turn soup into an explosive.  What about your friend Alya?  Isn’t her mom some kind of chef?”

“She’s out of town for Christmas.  Nino too, or I’d ask him to help me.”  Did he know anyone else who could teach him how to cook in one night?  Kagami was back in Japan, Chloe wouldn’t touch an oven to save her life, Luka was on tour with XY… Ladybug was pretty much his only friend still in town.  She would probably be willing to teach him, but on their last patrol she’d mentioned she’d be busy the next few days with her own plans.

“You need to get some more friends, kid.”

“It’s kind of late for that,” Adrien murmured.  Too many people in his classes were more interested in the Gabriel name than in him.  Besides, he might not have made a lot of new friends, but he’d gotten much closer to Marinette and his old friends now that he had more control over his schedule.  

“Well, as your very first and best friend—”

“Chloe was technically my first friend.”

Plagg glared.  “As your first and best friend, I will help you for the low low price of two wheels of Camembert.”

Adrien stopped pacing.  He only realized he’d ended up in the bathroom when he caught a glimpse of his reflection.

“Wait.  You know how to cook?”

Plagg scoffed.  “I’ve been alive since the dawn of time.  I’ve picked up a thing or two.”

Adrien raised an eyebrow.  “You also thought that my blender was a jet tub for kwamis.”

“Okay, so you humans have invented some fancy new gadgets since I was last out, big deal.  I still know more about cooking than you.”

Unfortunately, he was probably right.

“Alright.  Deal.”  Adrien held out a finger, and he and Plagg shook on it.

“Alright, loverboy, let’s get cooking.”

XXX

“No, not like that!  What are you trying to do, knock someone out with that thing?”

“At least I wouldn’t do it with the smell!”  Adrien instinctively waved the frying pan in front of his nose, and the burned remnants of roux glopped out onto the tile.

“Coward.  It’ll taste good once you put it all together.”

Adrien wasn’t convinced.  But then again, he hadn’t followed Plagg’s instructions exactly.  Plagg never gave him quite enough time to pour the ingredients in the pan or measure the spices with the little spoons.  

“I wish you’d be able to help me while I’m there.”  Adrien sighed.  “I’m going to forget all of this as soon as I leave.”

“You can’t be good at everything, I guess.”  Plagg shrugged.  “You can still always call your girlfriend and say you gave up.”

“She’s a good friend.  We’ve been over this.”  He’d promised not to call Marinette ‘just a friend’ on the grounds that she deserved better than that.  But she still wasn’t his girlfriend.  Which was fine, so why did his stomach sink slightly?  Probably just nervousness about the task ahead of him.  

“And I’m not giving up.  What if you just … hid in my hair and whispered advice?”

Plagg tapped his chin.  “Maybe if you wear a hat …” A grin suddenly split his tiny face.  “Hey, what if you wore that ug—uh, that beret Ladybug gave you?  You know, from your fan club?”

“Great idea!”  Adrien bolted out of the bathroom and towards his closet.  He wore the hat every once in a while—its ridiculous energy was too good to leave hidden like it had been in lycée.  He made a special point of wearing it to every meeting with his dad, though he did feel a little bit nervous of wearing it around Marinette.  She was in their university’s design program; she’d probably think it was tacky.

Oh well.  He’d probably been tackier around her before.

“You sure you’ll fit in here?”  Adrien squinted at the underside of the beret before pulling it over his hair.

“Looks cozy enough to me.”  Plagg slipped under, and Adrien felt him shuffle around. Unfortunately, his voice was too muffled for Adrien to make out after that.

“Plagg?”

“Blegh.”  The kwami scrambled back out and scraped his tongue with his paws.  “Your hair tastes like shampoo.  I can’t talk without getting a mouthful of it.”

“Guess that isn’t going to work …” He pursed his lips as he adjusted the beret.  “It’s too bad real life isn’t like Ratatouille. You could just tug on my hair and do all the cooking for me.”

Unless …?

“Oh no, don’t give me that look.”  Plagg crossed his arms.  “That’s just a movie.  Though it would be nice to show you what it feels like to get dragged around for a change …”

“It’s worth a shot, isn’t it?”  Adrien didn’t really think it would work either, but Plagg was magic.  

“Fine.  But I’m upping my price to three wheels.”

Plagg slipped back under the beret, and Adrien felt a tugging sensation on his scalp.  But nothing seemed to happen.

“Guess that was a pretty dumb idea,” he admitted sheepishly.

Then green light crackled from his ring.  

His arms flung into the air.

“Ack!  Plagg, did you do that?”  

Adrien heard a muffled cackle from under the hat.  Then his legs started walking towards the refrigerator.

“Okay, so this is … working?  This is working!”

Plagg missed a few times before guiding his hand to pull open the fridge.  Of course, his next step was to reach for a wedge of Camembert and hold it up to his head.

“The sweet taste of victory,” Plagg said while popping out to swallow the wedge whole.

“More like the rotten taste of old cheese.”

But Adrien still grinned.  However Plagg had pulled off his puppeteer trick, Adrien wasn’t going to make a fool of himself tomorrow.

XXX

“Adrien!”  Marinette threw her arms around him as soon as she opened the door.  “Thank goodness you’re here. My parents just called and they got a last-minute order and—eep!”  She sprung back, her eyes wide as she stared at his beret.

“Come on, it’s not that bad.”  He rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to feel embarrassed.  Marinette wouldn’t judge him based on what he wore.  “It was an old gift.  I like that it drives my father crazy.”

Plus, Ladybug had hand-delivered it, but she probably didn’t care about that.

“W-well then, it’s perfect.”  She grinned too wide.  “I just don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a hat before.”

“You’ve definitely—”

“Anyway, no time for that!  There’s only five hours before Uncle Wang gets here. Nonna is already at my parent’s, and my other grandma and grandpa are coming for the first time since Mom moved here.  Not to mention fourteen of my cousins I’ve never met and their parents!”  Marinette rushed towards the small kitchen, which was already full of steaming pots and used pans. She threw on her pink oven mitts and pulled a tray of golden-brown pastries out of the oven.

Adrien swallowed.  Marinette’s kitchen might look like a war zone, but she clearly knew what she was doing.  What if he just got in the way?

“How did you end up in charge of the food?”  he asked while throwing on a mint-green apron from inside the pantry door.  Her great-uncle was a world-class chef, and her parents owned a bakery.  Her grandpa Rolland had even taught mice how to bake.  

“I’m not in charge.  I just need to help a little since Uncle Wang is running late, and the reunion starts tonight, and Grandpa won’t bake anything in bulk because ‘that’s not how it’s done’’—she used a gruff imitation of his voice—“and my parents have so much bakery work to do. I’m just trying to do what I can.”

She sighed as she stirred a pot of wonton soup.  “Unfortunately, I can’t do a lot.”

“What are you talking about?  It looks like you could feed an army with all this.”  

He carefully dodged Marinette as she scrambled in a drawer for a fork.  She tested the rice noodles boiling behind the soup, then grimaced and slumped against the counter, fork nearly slipping from her fingers. Her hair was falling out of her bun, and flour smudged her pink apron, contrasting with the splatters of dark sauce.

“I hope so.  There’s just … so much to live up to, you know?  Everyone on both sides of my family cooks.  And now I have to merge styles from two different cultures in a way that will please everyone …”

Her gaze swept across the counter, where dumplings and quiches, brothy soups and thin crêpes—even ratatouille, ironically—lay in various stages of completion. The savory and sweet fragrances somehow melded together in harmony.

“I know I can’t understand how hard that must be. About trying to bridge two different sides of your family, I mean.  But you’re amazing, Marinette.” He stepped closer to her and brushed a streak of flour off of her cheek. “You’ve already worked so hard on all this; I can’t see how anyone wouldn’t love it.  May I?”

He gestured to a spoon sitting in one of the soups, and she nodded.  He raised it to his lips and sipped the tangy broth.  A bit of crunchy bamboo shoot added texture to the savory liquid.  He didn’t want to eat too much—it was for her family, not him—but if it weren’t for that, he could’ve downed the whole bowl.  He could practically taste the love and care she’d put into it.

“See? Amazing.”  He grinned.  “Just like the rest of the food we’re going to make.”

At least, the food she made would be amazing.  He just hoped that what he made with Plagg’s help would be edible.  And not offend her family.

Her lips parted before curving into a smile.  “Right.  Thank you, Adrien.”

She paused, staring for a moment, until one of the shallow pots started bubbling over.

“Ack!  The filling!”

She rushed to switch off the burner and remove the lid before sighing loudly.  “I think it’s still alright.  Now I just need to fold this into the dough …”

“Can I help with that?”  he asked, feeling like a rock in the middle of a river as Marinette flowed between the cooking stations around him.

“Huh?  Oh—um, why don’t you work on filling the crêpes instead?  This baozi is a Chinese dish, and it’s my first time making it by myself.  Not that I don’t appreciate the offer!  You were so sweet to come at all, and—”

“Marinette.”  He squeezed her shoulder gently, wishing he could relieve some ot the tension there.  “I’ll do the crêpes.” 

She let out a breath.  “Thanks.  I was going to do a pear-hazelnut filling, if you’re okay with that?  The pears are in the bottom right drawer of the fridge, and the hazelnuts are on the middle shelf in the panty.  All the spices are up there.”  She pointed to the cabinet above the sink.

“Sounds perfect,” he said with the fake confidence he usually saved for his modeling jobs.

Before he could ask for a recipe, she went back to work, leaving him to his own devices in front of a stack of unfilled crêpes.  A mixture of the rich smells and his own nerves started to turn his stomach.

“Are you ready, Plagg?”  he whispered, adjusting his beret.

In response, his scalp twinged, and then his hand rose and formed a thumbs-up.

“Well, here we go.”  He cracked his knuckles.  

He rinsed out a pan that it looked like Marinette had previously used for some kind of stir fry.  That wouldn’t be a problem, would it?  It looked like every other pan in the apartment was in use already.  

Marinette didn’t stop to correct him.  Then again, she seemed to be in ten places at once, adding spices and stirring and adjusting dials and rummaging through cupboards, all in between filling her baozi.  Watching her work was so mesmerizing it was almost too easy to ignore his own job.

Until Plagg started tugging his hair again, anyway.

This is going to be weird, he thought while Plagg directed his hands to chop the pears.  He was pretty sure he could’ve done that himself—he didn’t want his kwami chopping off one of his fingers.  But resisting at this point would just increase his chances of accidentally getting stabbed.

Besides, Plagg was fast. He diced the five pears in the time it probably would’ve taken Adrien to cut up one.  Granted, he also left a juicy mess on the counter, but it sounded like they were on too much of a deadline to worry about that.

Plagg tossed them into the pan, cores and all.  Adrien frowned at that.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” he muttered.

“What?”  Marinette asked from where she was stretching out dough.

“Um, nothing!  I just, uh, talk to myself while I cook.”

“Oh, me too.  I was just trying not to do it in front of you.  You know, in case I sounded crazy.”  She laughed, seeming to release a little bit of tension. “I think I picked it up from my mom.  She always says the steps out loud as she does them so she doesn’t forget which one she’s on.”

He smiled at the image of her doing this with Mrs. Cheng.  “Did you cook with your mom a lot?”

“I don’t think I’d say a lot.  I was pretty busy in lycée, and I didn’t appreciate her culture as much as I do now.  I wish I would’ve learned more.”

“It looks like you learned a lot if you can put all this together.”

She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.  “Thanks.  That means a lot.”

He retrieved the hazelnuts and tossed them into the pan.  She still had her back to him, the baozi taking up most of her attention.  Should he ask her to check his work so far?  Plagg didn’t hesitate to nab some spices from the high cabinet and start sprinkling them into the pan.

“Wait—not that one!” he hissed, trying to drop the shaker that read chili powder before Plagg could add it.

“Adrien?  Is something wrong?”

He spun, quickly shoving the container behind his back.  “No!  Everything’s just peachy—er, pear-y.”

She giggled at his joke, even though it had to be one of his lamest puns yet.

“Okay, but you can let me know if you need help.  Sorry I just kind of threw you into this.”  Her arm gently brushed his as she dialed back the heat on the noodles.  “Um—is there a reason you’re holding chili powder?” 

“I was just moving it so I could reach the, uh…”

Plagg helpfully directed his arm towards a different spice.

“... garlic salt?”

Marinette blinked, and he hastily shoved the garlic salt back, selecting cinnamon instead.  He should’ve known that trusting the kwami who liked eating rotten cheese would be a mistake.

“You’re so funny, Adrien.”  She laughed again.  “But, um, you might want to double check your pears.  I think some of those still have the cores in them.”

His face flushed.  Thanks a lot, Plagg.

He picked out the cores with a pair of tongs, hoping that his kwami wouldn’t try to take over again.  Adrien might be bad at cooking, but at least he wasn’t going to try and poison Marinette’s family.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have much idea of what to do next.  He’d turned the burner on high, and the pears were starting to sizzle.  How did nuts cook?  That didn’t make a lot of sense to him.  He probably needed something liquidy to go with them, right?

Aaaand the pears already smelled like they were burning.  He quickly flipped back the knob while he searched for something to turn into a sauce.  Milk?  That would make it nice and creamy, right?

He grabbed the half-gallon from the fridge and splashed a bit into the pan.  Drops splattered the counter, and he winced.

That was when Plagg again decided to take over.  Adrien grit his teeth as he selected the block of muenster from the cheese drawer.  That definitely didn’t belong in the crêpe filling, but Adrien couldn’t get him to stop without making a scene in front of Marinette.  Who would then wonder why he was yelling at himself, and either think he was insane or find out his secret identity.  Both of which would be unacceptable.

He growled, hoping Plagg would get the message.  If he did, he didn’t show it.  At least Marinette didn’t hear over her own soft humming.

The sliced cheese went into the pan, plopping wetly in the milk.  Maybe the finished product would surprise him, and cheese and pears would create a tasty sweet-savory combo, and Marinette would be super impressed by his originality, and she’d invite him over to cook with him again, and they’d make a cute romantic dinner together …

He banished that daydream before he could think too much of it.

By that point Plagg was using his arm to whisk the milk and melting cheese together.  The pears and hazelnuts had settled to the bottom of the pan.  He frowned as the whisk failed to unstick them.

“This isn’t working,” he said under his breath.  “We might need to start over.”

He swore he could hear Plagg’s irritated sigh.  But the kwami jerked the pan up, taking it towards the sink.

“Hey, what are you—Plagg!”  he shouted before he could stop himself.

Plagg dropped the pan in the sink, spraying hot milk-cheese-pear slime all over the backsplash.  And all over Adrien’s apron.  

And, most importantly, all over his face.

“Adrien!”  Marinette dropped her unfinished dumpling back on the counter.  Filling spilled out as she rushed to his side.  “Are you okay?  What happened?”

He hurriedly tried to splash cold water on his face, but spilled it more down his shirt than anything.  She offered him a damp hand towel, which was much more helpful.

“I’m so sorry.”  His face still burned, but not from the hot food.

“It’s okay!  Accidents happen—trust me, I would know.”  She smiled before her eyes widened.  “Oh no, your beret!”

“What?”  He slapped his hands to his head, prompting a tiny yelp from Plagg.  So he was still there.  Under his hat.  Which was still on his head. Phew.

“It’s got milk on it.” Marinette reached up like she intended to take it off.

“No!”  he shouted, and she stepped back, startled.

“S-sorry!  I just thought I’d help you clean it off, since it seems so, um, important to you.”

“I like it with the milk on it.  It adds, uh, character?”

He heard Plagg snicker from beneath the beret.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”  she asked.  “If you need to take a break, or, um, get a new shirt … n-not that I want you to take off your shirt!  Uh—forget I said that.”

She shook her head, and more strands fell out of her bun.

He frowned down at his shirt.  Unfortunately, the splatter had made it under his apron, and his shirt was pretty gross.  He even felt a slimy pear sliding down under his collar.

“I’m okay,” he said.  “Finishing all the food for your reunion is more important.”

“No, don’t worry.  I can handle it.  Just having you here to keep me from freaking out has helped more than you know.”

She took the towel back from him with a smile.  Frankly, he was still surprised she wasn’t angry with him.  He’d come to help, and all he’d done so far was waste her time.

“I’m really not bothering you?”  he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.  Bad idea.  His hands were still a bit wet and sticky.

“You could never bother me, Adrien.”  Her cheeks pinked before she turned back to fiddle with the soup.  

“Really?  I thought …”  He bit his lip, remembering how many times he’d startled Marinette before.  How many times he’d seemed to make her uncomfortable, or awkward, or … he wasn’t really sure what.  There had always been something keeping them apart, no matter how close they became.

Maybe it’s just your little crush, Plagg would’ve teased.  Thankfully, he wasn’t going to talk while trapped under the beret.

“Thought what?”  she asked once she’d added some seasonings to the soup.  

“I thought I’d be your last pick for cooking help,” he said, which wasn’t quite a lie.  “I didn’t want to tell you, but I … well, I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

Best to just admit it now, rather than after he’d ruined her family reunion.  

Marinette blinked before covering her mouth.  “I’m so sorry.  I should’ve known you probably never cooked at your house.  And here I am just asking you to throw together a crêpe filling!”

“It’s okay!  I’m the one who’s sorry.  I should’ve told you, I just … I wanted to impress you.”

Maybe he shouldn’t have admitted that much.  He was sure he heard Plagg laughing from under his hat.

“You … wanted to impress … me?”  She pointed to herself, as if there was anyone else in the kitchen he might have been talking about.

“Is that really so surprising?”

“Uh—yeah, actually.” Marinette stared at him like he’d grown a second head.  Plagg hadn’t peeked out, had he?  “I might be able to cook, but you’re good at everything.  Fencing, basketball, Mandarin—which took me ages to get halfway decent at—not to mention you’re drop-dead gorgeous—”

His heart stopped.  Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head.  

“I mean—you’re a model; of course you’re gorgeous!  It’s literally your job.  I bet people call you gorgeous all the time.” 

“Not when I’m covered in slimy food, though.”  He grinned.  She thought he was drop-dead gorgeous!  Maybe he hadn’t made too much of a mess after all.

“Well—you would be a lot more gorgeous if you took off that stupid beret!”  She pointed at his head.

“W-what?”  He pulled it down over his ears.  “This is my emotional support beret.  I can’t take it off or I’ll cry.”

“Why did you have to pick that one, though?  It’s so—I don’t know!” She gestured vaguely.  “It looks like a fourteen-year-old made it!”

He pouted at her.  “Hey, be nice.  It was probably fashionable in Brazil at the time.”

It did look pretty silly, but that was its appeal.  Fashion-savvy Marinette probably wouldn’t understand that.

“R-right.  In Brazil.”  She shook her head.  “Why do you like it though?”

He blushed.  Aside from spitting in the face of the Gabriel brand, it also reminded him of the day Ladybug had appeared in his room.  That serendipitous event had never happened before or since.

“How embarrassing does it sound if I say my old crush delivered it to me?”

“Your—your crush?”  She blinked.  “But then—you had a crush on Ladybug?”

The soup started bubbling again, but she made no move to quiet it.

“Of course I have a crush on Ladybug.  I’m pretty sure all of Paris has a crush on—wait, how did you know Ladybug was the one to deliver it?”

Marinette’s face went pale.  “I—um, well, I … I think the soup is burning!”

She rushed to stir it again, but Adrien caught her hand.

“Wait, Marinette, please.”  His heart beat faster.  He’d never told anyone about Ladybug’s visit.  She hadn’t been surprised when he mentioned Brazil, either.

But what could he say?  Come out and ask her if she was Ladybug?  That would be too good to be true, right?  Marinette couldn’t be Ladybug; he’d seen them together once.  But he’d pulled crazy stunts to protect his identity too.

She bit her lip, but didn’t pull her hand from his.  

“I can’t answer that question, Adrien.”

It wasn’t a confirmation.  But it wasn’t a denial either.

It had been five years.  Five years, and he still didn’t know who his partner was.  If she was here, in front of him, after all this time …

… he’d still respect her choice not to tell him.  As much as it hurt, he’d do it.

“Alright.”  He sighed.  “I get it.”

An uncomfortable silence pushed between them, punctured only by the bubbling soup and beeping oven.  The first batch of Marinette’s baozi was done; she removed them without speaking.

Why couldn’t they go back to five minutes ago, when she’d called him gorgeous?  He was already thrilled to hear Marinette say that.  But if she was his Lady too?  He’d melt just like that cheese in the pan.

It was going to drive him crazy if he thought about it too long.  He turned on the faucet, hoping that the loud water would drown out his thoughts as he did the dishes.  At least that was one task he could accomplish without ruining any more of Marinette’s food.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, barely audible over the running tap.

“What for?”  He was the one pushing the boundaries between them.  If she was even Ladybug at all.  Maybe he’d managed to misinterpret everything, but he couldn’t see how.

“For not being honest with you.  I wish I could, I swear.”  Her hands squeezed her dough, and it oozed out between her fingers.

“I’m sure you have your reasons,” he said with resignation.  Ladybug was the Guardian.  She couldn’t risk revealing her identity.  Even if it felt unfair, he should be used to it by now.

But before, you didn’t think Ladybug was one of your best friends.

Even more than that, if he was honest with himself.  He’d wanted to be closer to Marinette for a  long time now.  What if he was just deluding himself with wishful thinking?

“I wish I didn’t, sometimes,” she murmured.

He switched off the faucet and turned to face her.  Maybe some things needed to stay secret, but not everything.

“Marinette?”  He swallowed.

She looked up from where she’d been absently rolling the dough again.  So much for not wasting her time.

“Y-yeah?”

He didn’t expect to confess to her while standing in her kitchen, with Plagg hiding under his old beret, with his clothes covered in the ruined crêpe filling.  But it was important, and if he could finally admit it to himself, the least he could do was admit it to her.

“I don’t just have a crush on Ladybug.”

“You—you don’t?”  

Was it just his imagination, or did she deflate a little?

“She’s still very important to me.  I know she always will be.  But I’ve come to realize how important you are to me, too.”  He watched her face as he spoke, but her wide eyes were impossible to read.  Hopefully he wasn’t ruining everything with what he was about to say.

“I like you, Marinette.  As more than a friend.  And I would never want to make you uncomfortable.  All I’ve ever wanted is to be closer to you.”

For a moment, her face didn’t change.  She just stood there, staring blankly, like someone had pressed a pause button.  He would’ve thought Bunnyx had stopped time to reset his screw-up if it weren’t for the soup continuing to boil over.

“Marinette?”  he prodded, his stomach beginning to bubble as nervously as that soup.  

She jumped.  “Yes, I—comfort you me make—yike lou—”

A stream of incoherent noises followed that.  Oh no, he’d broken her!  Why couldn’t Plagg have taken over and stopped him from talking?  

“—ugh!  I thought I dopped stewing this years ago!”  She dropped her burning face into her hands.

Adrien reached out to touch her shoulder and then thought better of it.  His arm fell limply to his side.

“I’m so sorry.  You can just forget I said anything.  I’ll—I’ll let you finish up the food and get out of your way—”

“No!”  She waved her hands, startling him so bad he stepped back—and slipped in a puddle of spilled dishwater.

“Adrien!”  She caught the front of his apron as he fell, but that just meant she was pulled down on top of him.

He yelped as his head cracked against the linoleum.  At least she landed on his chest, his arms cradling her.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry—AAAAAH!”

“What, what!?”  He sat up as she scrambled off of him.

That was when he caught sight of the striped beret lying in the puddle next to him.

Oh no.

Plagg laughed nervously from where he was tangled in Adrien’s hair.  “Hey, Pigtails.”

“Chat?”  Marinette smacked her hands to her cheeks.  “You’re—you’re Chat Noir?” 

“Surprise!”  Plagg wasn’t in Adrien’s line of sight, but he could hear the grin in his kwami’s voice.

“Where’s Bunnyx when you need her?”  Adrien groaned.  Not only was his confession a total bust, but he also ended up giving away his most important secret.

And he still didn’t know for sure that she was Ladybug.

“You’re Chat Noir.”  Marinette plopped down into the puddle beside him.  “Adrien is Chat Noir.”

“Yeah, yeah, we got that,” Plagg said.  “Are you gonna put the poor kid out of his misery or not?”

“Huh?”  She blinked.

“He’s in love with you.  Hopelessly, stupidly in love with you.  He loves you almost as much as I love cheese.”

That was a pretty big point in favor of Marinette being Ladybug. He guessed he should count himself lucky, but that also meant he’d just slipped and fallen in dirty dishwater in front of not only Marinette, but Ladybug.

He closed his eyes.  “Plagg, please let me die in peace.”  

“... Adrien?”

He felt her breath fan over his face, and his eyes back snapped open.

Her gray-blue eyes were hovering right above him.  Well, he had said he wanted to be closer to her.

“Y-yeah?”

“Please don’t die,” she said softly.  Her hand came up to cradle the side of his face—or maybe she was just trying to make sure he hadn’t bruised himself. “I l-love you too.”

Every one of his brain cells fizzled out.  She.  Loved him?

“I think I am dead.”  He smiled, reaching his arms around her.  “I’m pretty sure I just went to heaven.”

Her face flushed.  “You’re always going to be that cheesy, aren’t you?”

“Are you really surprised, Princess?”

“No.”  She leaned in, brushing her nose against his.  “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Ew, gross.”  Plagg gagged.  “This isn’t the kind of cheese I signed up for.”

“You’re the one who said she should put me out of my misery.”

“Yeah, well I think you both need to put this food out of its misery.  The soup’s burning.”

Marinette sprung up, eyes wide.  “Oh no!  We still have to get everything ready!  And the crêpe filling isn’t done and I haven’t finished the baozi—” 

“It’s okay!  We can still get it all done … somehow.”  Adrien winced as he stood up.  Now they were both covered in a mix of dishwater and crêpe filling.  “Just keep Plagg away from it all.  He’s the reason I ruined the pears.  Oh, and he’s the reason I was wearing that beret, too.”

She went back to work as if nothing had changed between them.  It was honestly kind of amazing how quickly she had the noodles and soup under control, like she hadn’t just been freaking out moments before.  

“He’s got as awful taste in fashion as he does in food?”  she asked.

“No—well, probably, but that’s not important.  The beret was to hide him so he could help me cook.  Like in Ratatouille.”

She blinked.  “That works?”

“It would work better if my kwami knew how to cook, but yeah.”

“Hmm …”  She tapped her lips—lips he would hopefully be able to kiss once all this was taken care of, he thought with a giddy grin—before snapping her fingers.  “That’s it!  I can’t believe I didn’t think of it before!”

“What’s it?  Wait—Marinette, where are you going?”

“You’ll see!”  She winked before disappearing behind her bedroom door.

He gave the soup a careful stir while waiting for her to come back.

“You’re welcome.”  Plagg crossed his arms and smirked irritatingly.

“For what?” Adrien scowled.  “All you did was give away my identity and embarrass me in front of the love of my life!”

“Love of your life?”  Marinette appeared behind him.

He nearly knocked over the pot of soup.  It was what he deserved for startling her so much back in lycée, he guessed.

Plagg snickered.  “Bold words coming from the guy who called her a good friend earlier.”

“She is a good friend!  And the love of my life!  She’s Ladybug, Plagg!”

He pointed to the giant red-and-black egg in Marinette’s arms.  The Miracle Box.  She was Ladybug!

“You didn’t know that when you said it five seconds ago,” Plagg pointed out.

“Yeah, well—I guessed it,” he huffed.  

It had been the only answer that made sense.  And it was true.  Hopefully he could blame the tears pricking his eyes on the onion in the soup.  If not, though, crying over his amazing partner (who loved him!) was probably still the least embarrassing thing he’d done today.

Tikki poked her head out of a cookie jar.  By now he’d been startled so many times that her presence hardly registered.

“Don’t worry, Adrien.  Marinette has said way more embarrassing stuff than that.”

“Which we won’t repeat in front of him,” Marinette said dangerously.

His head was still spinning from all the revelations.  Of course, he wasn’t too surprised—who else but Marinette was amazing enough to be Ladybug?—but it was still a lot to take in at once.

“While I definitely want to hear about that later, what’s the Miracle Box out for?  Is there a kwami of cooking?  Or do you think Sass could give us a Second Chance on all this mess?”  he asked, trying to bring his focus back to the problem at hand.

“What you said about Plagg gave me an idea.”  She punched in a code on the spots, and the egg cracked open to reveal the miraculouses.  “He might not know how to cook, but I’m sure some of the other kwamis do.  And if not, I’m sure they can follow directions.”

“Great idea, Marinette!”  Tikki clapped.  “Wayzz and Pollen are pretty good at cooking, from what I remember.  Orikko is too, but you shouldn’t cook chicken in front of him.”

“Makes sense.”  Adrien nodded before turning to Marinette.  “You think they’ll be enough to make up for how badly I messed up?”

“Of course they will.  We’re Ladybug and Chat Noir; there’s no mess we can’t fix.”  She smiled as she equipped the bracelet and hair comb, then passed the Miracle Box to him.  “Have Tikki help you pick out a few more kwamis.  Together we’ll get this done in time. I know it.”

Relief washed over him, and he smiled back.

“As you wish, My Lady.”

XXX

“You’re sure I won’t be intruding?”  Adrien asked as they pulled up to her parents’ bakery.

“Of course not.  There’s no way my family would leave out my boyfriend.”  She shifted her tupperware to her other arm and reached up to adjust his (newly cleaned) beret.  “Even if he has terrible fashion sense.”

“It’s a Marinette original!  There’s nothing more fashionable than that!”

“An original from when I was fourteen!”  she pouted.

“It’s too late, Bugaboo. I’m never taking it off.”  He kissed her forehead.

“I’ll make you a new one.  Anything would be better than mixing lacy hearts and stripes.”

“I guess that’s fair.  But I’ll still treasure this one forever.”

She rolled her eyes affectionately as she pushed open the bakery door.

Not long after, Adrien, Marinette, and her family were settled around the dining room table, a feast of French and Chinese cuisine in front of them. The two sides of her family mingled, mixing as seamlessly as the dishes.  Rolland was deep in conversation with Wang about traditional cooking techniques in France versus China.  Gina (who’d insisted he just call ‘Grandma’) was regaling two of Marinette’s cousins with tales from her travels.  More of her younger cousins ran around the table, barefoot soles slapping against the hardwood floor, their hands occasionally reaching up to snag a dumpling or croissant.  It was a tight fit, but Adrien didn’t mind.  He was thrilled to be included at all.

While they ate dinner, he kept catching her looking at the hat.  But every time she did, he’d make eye contact with her, and then she’d blush and smile bright enough that it was worth every glare.

“So, what are you up to these days, son?”  Tom asked over his bowl of wonton soup.

Son.  Already, Marinette’s parents felt more like family than his own.  He would love to be part of her family for as long as she would let him.

Hopefully forever.

“Oh, not much.”  He put an arm around Marinette.  “Just learning how to cook from your amazing daughter.”

He winked, and she blushed again.  Red was her color in and out of the suit, it seemed.

“He needs all the help he can get.  You should’ve seen what he almost put in the crêpes today.”

Tom laughed.  “Well, it looks like it all turned out perfect.  Thanks for your help, both of you.”

Under the table, Adrien and Marinette shared a fistbump.  This wasn’t the first adventure they tackled together, and it wouldn’t be the last.

[sarah-snook]

platonic richiepat + 9

here, have some patty being a wingman for richie lmao 

↬“My hoodie looks comfy on you.”

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Patty walked quickly as she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her coat. She cursed the weather, threatening it as if doing so would make the snow stop falling from the sky. 

“God I hate winter so fucking much.” She grumbled, reluctantly pulling her hand out of her pocket to open the door of the coffee shop she had finally arrived at.“Snow can kiss my ass!”

“Hello to you too Patty Cake!” Richie smiled at her sweetly as he waved her over from his place in line.

She ignored the glares of the people lined up behind Richie as she moved to stand next to him. “I can’t believe you made me walk through all that snow just so you could have an excuse to sit here and make eyes at the guy you have a crush on without looking creepy!”

Richie shushed her, frantically looking over at the register to make sure that the guy in question hadn’t heard her a word she’d just said. “Patty! Don’t blow my cover! I’m desperate here!”

“Yeah yeah, I know.” She huffed as she looked up at the menu. “You’re buying by the way. You owe me that much.”

“I’ll even throw in a pastry, as a treat.” Richie reassured her, as they slowly moved to the front of the line. “By the way, my hoodie looks comfy on you.”

“Reminding me that this is your hoodie isn’t going to make me give it back to you.” Patty said, rolling her eyes at him.

“Nice try!” Said a voice in front of them, causing them both to turn and look wide-eyed at none other than Richie’s coffee shop crush. “You’re never getting that back from your girlfriend. Just save yourself the trouble and admit defeat right now.”

Patty looked between Richie and his cute coffee shop crush and couldn’t help but laugh as Richie began to blush furiously. This was such a disaster and she loved being there to experience it in person. Her best friend had just single handedly ruined his own chances with the guy he’d been crushing on by making him think they were together.

Taking mercy on Richie, she spoke up first. “No way, we’re not together. I’m too good for him.”

Eddie smiled at her politely as he began to apologize. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to assume!”

“Don’t worry about it.” She waved him off as she leaned against the counter. She pointed back at Richie, winking as she said, “You’re more his type anyway.” 

“Patty!” Richie hissed, elbowing her out of the way. “Ignore her please, she thinks she’s so funny. Can we get two peppermint hot chocolates please?” 

“S-sure yeah, of course!” Eddie mumbled, avoiding eye contact with Richie. Patty smiled as she watched the way they interacted with each other, shaking her head at how dumb both of them were. They were obviously into each other and they were both too oblivious to see it.

“Hey what about my pastry?” Patty asked as they moved over to the side to wait for their drinks. “You promised me something sweet Tozier!”

“That was before you went and hit on Eddie for me while I was standing right there!” Richie scoffed, crossing his arms defensively.

“Uh?? You’re welcome??” She shot back, kicking him lightly on the shin. “He thought we were together! At least now he knows you’re single AND that you’re into dudes.”

Richie sighed, dropping his arms and hanging his head in defeat. “You’re right, thank you sugar plum. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’d be a disaster without me and you know it.” Patty teased, nudging him playfully with her elbow. “Well, more of a disaster than you already are.”

“Hahaha very funny!” Richie said before moving to get their drinks from the pick up counter. He pointed towards an empty table and Patty followed, sighing in relief as she took a seat. “So, do you think I still have a chance?”

She took a sip of her hot chocolate as she peeked over at Eddie, who quickly looked away from them. Patty chuckled as she took another sip before responding, “I think you should go get in line again and get me that pastry and find out for yourself.”

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[justtessasworld]

believe | peter parker

ca 2k words, no warnings, just my bad english i guess enjoy!

love, tessa

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In which Peter Parker´s best friend, maybe more, is kidnapped by the bad guys.

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“Hey you“, you said, bumping shoulders with your best friend Peter that was sitting in your school´s cafeteria next to Ned.

A tired chorus of “hi”´s followed as you sat down next to them.

“How are you feeling?”, you asked, looking at Peter carefully. He had come by your house last night, as Spider-Man, after he lost traces of this one group of bad guys that have made themselves quite a name in the last couple of weeks. Robberies, shootings, even explosions.

While Peter gave his best, trying to stop these people as a crime fighting spider, he still hadn’t caught them. And of course, Peter being Peter, he thought that everything that happened was his fault. The only good thing was that, until now, no one had been killed or even seriously hurt.

You had comforted him last night, when he had knocked on your bedroom window with new bruises and tears in his eyes. He had looked downright miserable and your heart had ached for that boy, your best friend whose heart was way too big for his own good.

“I´m fine”, Peter said, picking at his food. Ned gave you `that look` and you knew that he was everything but fine, not that you hadn’t noticed it because of his sad eyes.

“Don’t worry Pete!”, you smiled, squeezing his arm. “You will catch them the next time, I´m sure of it.”

He nodded, even though it didn’t look like he believed that too.

You were walking home from school, when it happened.

You knew that being friends with a super hero, especially an avenger, could possibly put you in danger, hell that was the reason Peter first didn’t tell you until you walked in on him wearing the suit, but you still didn’t think that anything would actually happen to you. Well, you were wrong.

Tires squeaked next to you as a black van slowed at your side. You stopped in your tracks, looking at the car in confusion.

When the door opened and three men jumped out, covered completely in black clothes with ski-masks pulled over their faces, you turned and bolted, screaming for help. You didn’t know who these guys were or what they wanted from you, but one thing was clear: they weren’t nice.

Someone grabbed your waist, pulling you back. You cried out as loud as you could before you suddenly felt a sharp pain at the back of your head and then everything went dark.

When you woke up the first thing you noticed was that your head hurt like a bitch, secondly: you were tied to a chair, your hand behind your back and your feet tied together.

You were in some kind of warehouse and you weren’t alone. About ten men were standing around you, all dressed in the same black clothes, your kidnappers.

“Well look at that, sleeping beauty is awake”, one of them laughed, walking towards her.

You watched him closely, afraid to let him out of your sight.

“What do you want from me?”, you croaked, your mouth dry.

“Oh, honey bunny”, the man taunted, running a dirty hand over your cheek. You flinched.

“Trust me, I would actually love to keep you out of this but one of my men saw you together with Spider-Boy yesterday”, he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “And that boy is seriously getting on my nerves.”

Your eyes went wide. “So you kidnapped me? Why? To be your hostage?”

“Oh, you smart, smart girl, yes! We told Spider-Man that we have his cute, little girlfriend and even I would be quite devastated if he won´t show up.”

“I´m not his girlfriend”, you said, trying to sound brave. “I don’t even really know him, I just met him yesterday.”

Your kidnapper laughed. “Sure thing. My informant told me that you two seemed pretty cosy, all cuddled up at night.”

You blushed and turned away your head. It was true, you two had been quite intimate last night, when you comforted him and he asked you to just hold him. Your heart had felt as if it would jump out of your chest, maybe finally, finally your best friend would realize that you liked him more than that, but all that seemed pretty unimportant when you were kidnapped and the man was pointing a gun at you. Oh god, he had a gun!

“It seems you and Spidey-Boy have some things to talk about and, to be honest, I`m pretty interested if he´s in love with you too”, you wanted to deny it but he kept talking. “But frankly, that can wait until I can leave with the money, so good night, darling.”

Lifting his hand, he slammed the gun into your face, knocking you out.

“Go, go, go! Bring that bastard to me!”

Someone was screaming orders, then the sound of people running away.

You kept your eyes closed, still completely confused with the situation and, oh god, your head was hurting so bad.

“Wakey, wakey, princess!”, the man was shaking her shoulders. “Loverboy is here!”

Your eyes snapped open, `no, Peter can´t come`, you thought. `He would only get hurt´.

“Oh you´re worrying about him? That’s cute”, there was a loud bang at the door and your kidnapper spun around, his hand on his gun.

“It´s over, Carey”, a voice said. Peter.

He appeared in the doorway, all hero-ish with his suit. “You´re the last one standing, everyone else is being arrested by the police as we speak.”

You sighed in relief, classic Peter, saving the day.

Carey laughed angrily. “You really think so?”

You cried out as he pulled at your ponytail, your neck protesting.

“I still have your girlfriend and if you want her to get out of this alive would do as I say.”

You sobbed, pulling at the duct tape you were tied up with.

“Pe-Spider-Man, please”, you corrected yourself, trying to look at your best friend despite the odd angle your neck was being pulled into.

“Just go”, you cried out. Not what Carey was expecting apparently, because he laughed surprised.

“Well would you look at that! She loves you so much, Spidey, she would even die for you.”

Peter froze, stopping from slowly walking towards the two of you.

“Anyway”, the kidnapper shouted, making you flinch.

“You are going to tell the police to give the money we had to leave in the bank and then me and the money will leave this goddamn city unharmed. And if you even try to stop me, your little lady”, he pointed the gun at you and you couldn’t stop the tears from falling down, god, you were so scared, “will die.”

He circled and you, pressing the gun to your head. Looking at Peter, the gun was turned away for only a second. But a second was enough.

“I really hope you´ll do as your told, it would be a-“, before Carey could finish the sentence, Peter grabbed one of the barrels that were standing next to entrance and threw it at your kidnapper.

Carey flew away, slamming against the wall and falling to the ground, unconscious.

You laughed hysterically, while Peter ran towards you, loosing your ties.

“Oh God, Peter”, you sobbed as you stood up, falling into his arms. He caught you easily and held you close.

“I´m so glad you´re safe”, he mumbled in your hair. You nodded breathless.

“I was so terrified when they sent me the text that they had you, I don’t know what I would have done if-“

“It´s alright, Pete, nothing happened, I´m fine, you saved me”, you smiled at him, holding on to his shoulders.

He smiled back, one of the most beautiful sights in the world.

“I love you”, he said suddenly, his eyes growing big after he realized what he said. You laughed softly, touching his cheek.

“I love you too you idiot, I just wished I didn’t have to be kidnapped for you to realize that.”

You both chuckled.

“That’s cute but did you really think it would be this easy”, you heard from behind you.

Carey was laying on the ground, grinning maliciously.

You heard Peter shouting your name and trying to pull you behind him, ´why?´ you thought , when you saw the gun in his hand and then he pulled the trigger.

Everything after that seemed to be in slow motion. Peter knocked Carey out cold, while you just stood there.

Spinning around, Peter looked at you exactly in the moment, you realized the pain in your stomach. Your hands were already pressed against your baby blue shirt and you could see the dark red blood seeping out between your fingers. Oh, Carey had shot you!

You turned your hand around, still looking at the massive amount of blood, when Peter ran to you, pulling of his mask and stopping right in front of you.

“y/n!”, his voice came through. “Y/n, oh God!”

“Peter”, you whispered, just as you felt your legs begin to shake.

Peter caught you, of course he did, and you two slipped to the ground, your body in his lap.

“I´m s sorry, I´m so sorry”, he whispered, still in shock. You could see the tears in his eyes threatening to fall.

“It´s okay, it´s okay”, you repeated like a mantra, one hand holding his cheek, the other one grabbing his wrist while he pressed onto the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

“I can´t lose you”, he sobbed, “I just got you, I can´t- I can´t lose you now.”

You smiled tiredly. “I love you, Pete, I love you so much.”

Your eyes closed slowly, you were just so tired and you wanted to sleep.

“I love you too, I love-“, you didn’t hear anything after that.

The End.

Just kidding.

You woke up in a hospital, Peter beside you holding your hand.

“Hey”, you whispered. His head shot up and he looked at you excited.

“You´re awake, finally”, he said, pressing his lips to the hand he was holding.

You smiled at him and he squeezed your hand, explaining to you what happened after you passed out. Apparently the police and the medics came into the warehouse only seconds after you lost consciousness and brought you to an hospital immediately.

“I´m so glad you´re okay”, you said afterwards, interwinding your fingers.

“Me? You´re the one that nearly died”, he gasped and you laughed.

“Never do that again”, Peter said, his head coming closer.

“I promise”, you whispered, leaning in to kiss him.

“Oh God”, you two jumped away (well as far as you could while laying in a hospital bed).

“I´m going to be third-wheeling from now on, won´t I?”, Ned groaned, turning around and walking straight out of the room again.

[golbrocklovely]

only the lonely survive // colby brock - chapter twelve: my heart is beating out my chest

A/N: IMPORTANT PLZ READ - if you didn’t see the update i posted earlier today, i wanted to let you know that because of my schedule at the moment, i will be updating this story once every week, except this week. i’m gonna be posting this chapter and the next closer to each other because they are connected. the next chapter will be coming out on tuesday. alrighty, enjoy this chapter and see yall on tuesday ;)

description of the story

taglist:  @ajosieface , @localsleeper , @julyrubyrose

trigger warning: cursing, partying, drinking, dirty dancing, drunkenness 

word count: 2511

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Arriving at the Trap House, we could hear slight thumping of music coming from it. Walking up to the front door, we opened it, only to be greeted by Brennen coming from upstairs. Everyone else was in the kitchen.

"Oh my god, look at you, baby!" Brennen exclaimed, looking at me.

He gave Casey a quick hug. She awkwardly left after, heading to the kitchen. He walked up to me, grabbing my hand and looking me up and down.

"You're really trying to make me your baby daddy tonight, huh?" He smirked, then gave me a tight hug.

I sighed. "You know we talked about this. You can't keep flirting with me if you like Casey."

"Well I don't think Casey likes me back so..." His voice falling to a mumble.

"How do you know that?" I doubted.

"I asked her out today and she never really responded." He stated, sliding his hands into his pockets.

I gasped. "What?!"

"She didn't tell you? While you were hanging out with Colby, I came over and we hung out. Then before I left I asked her out and she literally shut the door in my face." He replied.

"Ugh, she is so fucking stubborn. I know for a fact she likes you. She just doesn't want to admit it." I informed, the both of us slowly walking towards the kitchen.

"Hey Brennen, who were you yelling-" Colby's voice came from the steps as he walked down, only to stop when he saw me.

He was dressed in a red and black bomber jacket with a black t-shirt underneath. His jeans were also black, with a black and white striped patch on one of the knees. His shoes were checkered hi-top vans.

By the time my eyes reached his, he had already looked me over too. I couldn't understand the look on his face. It was one I never saw before.

Surprised... maybe?

"Uh, hey Skye. You look... really nice." Colby sputtered, finally stepping into the hallway.

I looked away, trying not to blush. "Oh, thank you. You look really nice too."

That's an understatement.

"Thanks. Uh..." Colby rubbed the back of his neck. I glanced around, expecting to see Brennen, but he was already in the kitchen with everyone else.

"C'mon, we're doing shots in here!" Corey yelled to us.

Colby and I smiled at each other. He pointed his hand to the kitchen, allowing me to go first in.

"Oh my god, Skye, you look pretty!" Devyn said.

Kat smiled widely "Yeah Skye. Look at you!"

Everyone passed shots around, until everyone had one in their hands.

"That's my future baby mama." Brennen nudged Casey, smirking.

Casey scoffed. "Your future baby mama is gonna get stolen by Colby."

I blushed hard at her statement. I looked down at the floor as Colby cleared his throat. "Can we just take the fucking shot already?"

Corey laughed. "Alright grumpy pants. Everyone: three, two, one!"

We all took our shots, gulping them down in an instant. It burned only for a moment, causing me to tense my face up.

Colby giggled down at me. He leaned close, his mouth right next to my ear. "Sorry about them."

I waved my hand at him. "It's fine. I'm okay."

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"Oh honey, you best believe I wasn't fucking around with him anymore, honey. Oh honey, no." Tommy yelled over the music.

After the party started, Casey and I split up into different areas of the house. After a few drinks were in my system, I started to become more friendly with everyone. That's how I came across these two people. They had heard about this party from a friend of a friend of a friend.

Chels and Tommy were some of the weirdest, but nicest people at this house party. Tommy had started talking about the time he broke up with his boyfriend when he was cut off by the sound of Sean Paul's 'Temperature'.

"Holy shit this was my SONG back in the day!" Tommy screamed, grabbing my hand.

"Let's fucking dance, baby!" I yelled back, smiling.

We ran out onto the makeshift dance floor. The living room with the mini bar was so packed with people, the only area we could stand in to dance was close to the doorway across from the kitchen. Tommy grabbed my hands and started swaying me, bringing me close to him and laughing. I giggled along with him.

He spun me around and placed my back against his front. We started to grind on to each other, his hands low on my hips. Every so often, we would switch positions: Tommy bending all the way over when he would grind on me, causing me to bust out laughing.

When he switched me back over quickly, one of his hands slipped up my dress accidentally, brushing up against the top part of my thigh.

"Oh shit, sorry Skye!" He jumped back, putting his hands up.

"You're okay. It's no problem." I giggled and swatted my hand at him, missing his arm completely.

I slid my one arm around his neck, pulling him close and dancing with him again. He started to dance to the music again too, his hand lightly placed on my waist.

While we were spinning around, he stopped us, his eyes landing on someone behind me. "Who. Is. That?"

I turned my head to look, and I see none other than Colby, sitting on the counter and looking directly at us.

He looks pissed.

"That's Colby. He's one of the roommates in this house." I stated.

"Fuck he's hot." Tommy moaned.

I laughed. "I know right? I think I'm gonna try to get with him tonight."

What the fuck am I saying right now?!

"Shit, if you won't, I will." He replied.

I giggled, turning my head back to Tommy. We started to dance again, only to be stopped by Chels.

"Tommy help me find the bathroom." She croaked.

He rolled his eyes. "Chels, it is right over there."

"Okay... so? I need you to help make sure I don't pee on my shoes." She slurred, stumbling slightly.

"You're too fucking messy girl, I swear to God." He sighed, turning back to me as Chels started to pull him away. "Well it was nice dancing with you. Good luck with loverboy over there. If he shoots you down, make sure to give him my number."

I laughed. "Byeeee!"

After Tommy and Chels left, I realized I no longer had my drink with me. I went over to the kitchen and started making a new drink. Colby was still sitting on the counter still. His eyes had followed me, but they were not as intense as they once were.

"Hey Colbyyyy." I slurred, smiling.

He nodded his head. "Hi Skye. How's the party been treating ya?"

"Really good. The music is so good. I love all the old songs y'all have been playing. I swear I've been dancing all night." I replied, resting my head against his shoulder.

"It seems like it." He grunted, taking a long swig from his drink.

I furrowed my brow, pulling my head away from him, confused. "Is something wrong?"

"No. Why do you always ask me that?" He asked sharply.

I shrugged. "I don't know... You always seem like something is wrong."

"What does that mean?" He questioned.

"You always look a little pissed off, especially when I'm around. Am I doing something wrong?" I frowned.

"No. No, you're not." He sighed, continuing. "Who was that guy you were dancing with? I don't think I've ever seen him before."

"Tommy? He said he's a friend of a friend of a friend. Or something like that." I giggled.

"You guys had a lot of fun dancing." He noted.

"Yeah, he's a really fun dancer. No other guy has wanted to dance with me. Most just want to get grab-assy anyway." I laughed.

"And he doesn't?" He retorted

"Tommy? No." I shook my head.

"I saw him touch you though."

"What? When?"

Staring down at me, he said, "I saw his hand go up your dress."

"He didn't mean for it to happen. He just turned me around really quick and his hand slipped." I informed.

Colby squinted his eyes at me. "Are you sure?"

"He's gay, Colby." I deadpanned.

"...Oh." He mumbled.

I smiled drunkenly. "He literally said if I don't get with you to let you know he's available."

The fuck Skye?!?!

He cocked his head to the side, a soft smile on his lips. "If you don't get with me...?"

I could feel my face flush with heat, Colby's teasing getting the best of me.

"Heyyyy! How are my boyfriend and girlfriend doing?!" Brennen yelled drunkenly, his arms opened to the both of us.

I laughed, still blushing. "We're good Brennen. What's up?"

"I actually need you really quick. If you don't mind me pulling her away, Colby." Brennen mentioned, grabbing my wrist.

He shook his head. "No. Go ahead."

Brennen pulled me away from Colby, taking me into the hallway that led to the garage. "I need your help."

"What's up? What's wrong?" I asked.

He sighed. "I've been trying to talk to Casey all night, but she literally keeps ignoring me. I want her to dance with me, but she keeps saying no."

"What's this got to do with me?" I inquired.

"I want you to help me make her jealous." He confessed.

"By?"

"Dancing with me. But like sexually."

I crossed my arms. "Wouldn't that upset her? And Colby?"

"They are both pretty drunk. I just want her to see that if she doesn't act now, I'm not gonna stay around waiting for her." He continued, "Also, if you dance with me, Colby will probably get jealous too and maybe he will finally get with you."

I rolled my eyes. "I highly doubt that but whatever. Let's do this."

Brennen smirked and pulled me towards the living room, where everyone was for the most part. Glancing around the room, I could see Casey sitting in a corner talking to some random people. Colby had just walked in.

Brennen spun me around and then brought me close, my back hitting his chest lightly. We started grinding on each other, his hands cupping my hips.

"Colby's glaring at us." Brennen mumbled against my ear.

I glanced over at Colby. His brow furrowed slightly, his eyes dark. I turned myself around in Brennen's arms, wrapping mine around his neck, my one hand still holding my drink. I swayed to the music, looking over at Casey quickly.

Shit, she's coming over.

"I think your plan worked." I whispered in Brennen's ear.

His head cocked to the side just as Casey came over to us. She tapped his arm and he pulled away from me. I shimmied backwards as I watched the two of them start to dance with each other, Casey making most of the moves. Brennen looked over at me as he got closer to Casey. He mouthed 'thank you'.

I shot him a thumbs up, still walking backwards, only to bump into Colby as I turned around.

"Fuck! Sorry!" I exclaimed, turning right into him

"It's alright." He laughed, staring down at me.

"So... are you having fun?" I queried, glancing around the party, taking a sip of my drink.

"Not so much." His eyes never leaving my face.

I could feel my body getting tense, my nerves kicking back in. My face was flushed and I needed to calm down if I was going to make a move.

I downed the rest of my drink, my throat burning faintly from the alcohol. "Dance with me."

Colby smirked, shaking his head. "No, I don't wanna."

"I wasn't asking for your permission. Dance with me." I insisted, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the dance floor.

Our dancing at first was silly, causing us both to laugh. His hand then slid down to my wrist, grasping it. He pulled me closer, causing us to be chest-to-chest. I looked up into his eyes, my hand drifting to his neck. He stared down at me, his eyes gazing deep into mine.

I could feel myself getting hot. I backed away from him, only to have him spin me around. He brought me against him, his hands gently landing on my hips. We started to grind against each other to the rhythm of the music. I got lost in the sound and the feeling of him close to me. I could barely breathe, but I wanted more.

My left hand slid up his arm to his shoulder from behind, pulling him closer to me. His hands tightened their hold on my hips. He controlled my hips, making them sway with him the way he wanted. He buried his head into my neck. I could feel him press his lips against my skin, right below my ear.

Breathlessly, I put my drink to my mouth, only to realize it was empty.

I slowed my hips down, quickly turning around to Colby, who's eyes widen for a moment.

"I'm thirsty." I croaked, my voice lower than I expected.

He bit his lip, smirking. "Oh?"

Don't do that.

"Come get a drink with me." I smiled, still trying to catch my breath.

He nodded, and I laced my fingers with his. I walked to the kitchen with him, letting go of his hand as I grabbed a vodka bottle. I placed my cup on the counter, pouring some into it. Colby leaned against the counter, his arms crossed, as I went around the island to the fridge to grab a diet coke bottle. I stepped back over to my drink, filling up the rest of the cup with soda.

When I finished, Colby took the cup and drank from it, taking only a swig.

"Hey, that's mine." I pouted jokingly.

He shrugged, smiling softly. I grabbed the cup from Colby's hand, finally soothing my dry throat. I rested my back against the island, across from Colby. I glanced into the other room, seeing a bunch of people on the couch and chairs dancing and making out.

Lucky...

I felt eyes on me, making me bite my lip nervously. I turned towards the gaze, meeting Colby's eyes once again.

"What?" I asked.

Colby didn't reply. His lips slowly turned into a smile.

"What? Why are you staring at me?" I blushed.

"We're alone." He stated, finally speaking.

I swung my body to face the rest of the kitchen, realizing Colby was right. No one was in the kitchen anymore. Most people were either in the living rooms or hallway. I faced him again. He uncrossed his arms and stepped closer to me. I pushed my back up against the island, blood rushing to my cheeks immediately.

He rested one of his hands on the island, stepping even closer. I stared up at him, his eyes glancing at my lips.

"What are you..." I whispered.

His lips landed on mine, closing the space between us.

<< CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 13 >>

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Part 1, Part 2

Jughead x Andrews!reader

Word count: 1944

Warnings: Mentions of blood, Spoilers for season 2 episode 3

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: I should have posted this sooner but here's part 3!  (Not my photo, credit to whoever made it! Text picture is mine ^_^)

“It was full on Carrie. Midge covered in Moose’s blood, screaming like a banshee. It was insane.” Kevin told us as we all sat in the lounge. “Kev, what were you even doing there? You could’ve been shot too.” Archie said walking in. “I was night-jogging, you know, as one does, and suddenly I hear gunshots.” I knew that Kevin was hiding something. “Can we just agree there’s a killer on the loose?” My brother asked. “With terrible aim.” Jug mumbled. “Jughead, he killed Ms. Grundy.” “We don’t know these crimes are related.” Betty said and even though she’s right that we don’t know for sure they’re related, there’s a pretty good chance that they are. “Guys, can we focus on what matters here? Midge and Moose are alive. Archie and Y/N’s dad survived. The Matchlerette starts tonight. You’re all coming over to watch.” “There’s a shooter terrorizing the town.” Jug said. “You really want us to watch a gross dating show?” I asked causing jug to smile at me. “What I want is for you guys to meet my dad officially. Back in New York, my dad was always in his study, doing bad things, as it turns out. I’m tired of closed doors.” Veronica sighed. “I need to know my dad’s life and he needs to know mine.” “Well, we’ll be there V. Can’t wait.” Betty said with a smile. I looked at Jughead and we both shared a look of annoyance knowing we had to go and watch a stupid dating show. “Thank you.” Veronica said with a smile. “Hey, Andrews, we’re going to the hospital to see Moose. You coming?” Reggie asked my brother. “Yeah, for sure. I’ll see you tonight Ronnie. Y/N I’ll see you at home later?” He asked. “Probably, tell Moose I hope he gets better soon for me ok?” “You got it.” Then he left with the team to go see poor Moose. “I better go too, I was supposed to meet my peer mentor at Southside High half an hour ago.” Jug said getting up and walking to the door. “Wait, are? Are you sure you can’t keep going here?” I asked. “I’ll be fine.” He said and kissed me to reassure me. Jug left and I turned around to see B and V left and Kevin was just walking out, I grabbed my things and caught up with him. “Okay, it’s just us now. Night-jogging?” I asked. “Yeah. I’m trying to get in shape for wrestling.” I gave him a look that said ‘bullshit’. “Okay, fine, I was cruising Fox Forest. But I’m going out for wrestling. I had to tell my dad I was jogging.” “He believed you?” “Yeah, he wants to believe me.” Kevin answered stopping at his locker. “Better not let Betty find out you know she hates that, but in this case I think she’s right. Moose and Midge were shot literally 300 yards from Fox Forest, and the person that did it is probably the one that shot my dad, they’re still out there. Please don’t go back out there till he’s caught?” “Okay, fine. Scout’s honor.” I didn’t believe him so I was going to have to tell Betty since I know she’ll make sure he doesn’t, I don’t want to tell her but I can’t keep an eye on him with that guy still out there. The bell rang and we went to our class.

I was sitting in the kitchen with dad and Archie, he was talking about what happened with Moose and Midge. “Moose and Midge described him. Same guy that shot you and knocked Y/N out, same hood, same eyes. Dad, it’s him.” I shuddered a bit when Archie mentioned when happened. “If Sheriff Keller’s not gonna take that seriously, I think we should be ready. Like, maybe we should buy a gun, just to be armed in case.” I choked on my drink when he said gun. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy, okay? Ease up on that. We’re gonna let the cops do their job.” “ “Armed?” What the hell are you talking about Arch?” I asked, is my brother crazy? “We don’t keep guns in this house okay? So, just cool it.” I get Archie is scared but a gun? We don’t need that!

After that happened we went up to our rooms to get ready for V’s little get together. When we got there Archie was still in his own world. He was sitting in a chair while me Juggie and V were on the couch, B was sitting in the other chair closest to us. “Why don’t you sit down next to me, loverboy?” Veronica said. “Archie?” I asked when he didn’t respond to her. “I’m sorry, this thing with Moose it’s like nobody cares! Dad keeps saying, “Leave it to Sheriff Keller.” I’m like yeah, he did such a great job of catching Jason’s murderer. Oh wait, I’m sorry that was us.” “Inside voices please.” V whispered. “No, don’t stop him. Archie going Travis Bickle is my favorite Archie yet.” Jug said mouth full of popcorn. “Doesn’t it feel like he’s targeting us? I mean specifically? I don’t want anyone else getting hurt.” Archie looked at me saying that last part. “When we had a getaway on the Cape, all of us got together and hired private security to keep out the riffraff, as an added layer of protection.” Veronica said, yeah like we can just hire a bodyguard. I rolled my eyes a bit. “I loved that house.” “Daddy.” We all looked at Veronica’s parents. “We’re on our way to dinner at the club.” Mrs. Lodge said. “I wanted to meet your friends first.” Mr. Lodge smiled at us. “Great, thank you. This is Betty Cooper.” “Hi” Betty waved. “Nice to meet you.” “And this is Jughead Jones.” “Hi.” Jug shook his hand. “You know my dad.” “I do. Good man, he values family. I hope his return come sooner rather than later.” “Yeah so do we.” Jug said. “And Daddy this is Y/N Andrews and her older brother-” “Archie Andrews. The boy who’s captured my daughter’s heart.” “Daddy.” “Uh, it’s nice to meet you, sir.” Archie shook his hand, I smiled at how nervous my brother was. “Ah, please call me Hiram. Nice to meet you as well Y/N.” He said smiling at me. “You as well.” I smiled back. “I couldn’t help but overhear your discussion and I, um I understand your frustration with Sheriff Keller. As for someone who’s had his own share of run-ins with the law, I can say that the police aren’t always the solution. Sometimes we need to take matters into our own hands. We need to protect ourselves.” Oh no, this is definitely going to give Archie some bad ideas. “We’re going to lose our table.” Mrs. Lodge points out. “Oh, yes, of course. Hey, it was nice meeting all of you.” He smiles. “Oh, and Archie?” “Yes?” “Why don’t you come over for dinner this week? I look forward to seeing what you come up with to save Riverdale.”

The next day school went as normal as it could with my brother starting a ‘watch club’ as Weatherbee liked to call it. But that night Archie was hanging out with Reggie doing who knows what and I grabbed a teapot and a few other thing to take to Juggie at the Red and Black. “Oh.” I said as I opened the door smiling at my boyfriend, walking in a closing it. “Y/N?” He said getting up. “So this is the Red and Black.” “You cannot be here at night unless you are armed.” “Well I am.” I giggled as I picked up the teapot. “Okay, honestly? I hit dirt. Do you remember how no one could explain the local component of Clifford Blossom’s drug pipeline? That jingle-jangle, the stuff Moose and Midge were on?” “Mmhmm.” I nodded. “It’s coming from here. My dad said the Serpents never deal in hard drugs, but the Ghoulies do.” “Well then do you think it’s a good idea writing about them while you’re going to school here?” “Are you worried about me?” “of course I am jug!” “I thought you liked me reckless.” He smirked and kissed me. The kiss got a little too heated too fast. The door creaked open causing us to pull apart quickly but not before the person saw us making out. “Oh sorry guy, I didn’t see the sock on the door.” I turned. “Toni?” “Y/N? Hey how are you?” She asked putting her box down. “You two know each other?” “Yeah, we’ve been friends for a while now.” “Haven’t seen you since summer.” She said. “So what are you two doing in here?” She asked with a smirk. “Believe it or not Y/N is actually my girlfriend.” “No way, since when?” “Since a few weeks ago.” “Hey, look what Y/N got us.” Jug said pick up the teapot. Toni picked up one from the box she brought in. “Great minds.” We all talked for a bit more till me and Toni decided to leave Jug alone since I knew he was going to stay late anyway. “So Jug doesn’t know that you hung out with the Serpents huh?” I sighed. “No, if he found out he’d tell my brother who’d tell my dad and I’d be dead.” “Well I won’t tell him and I’ll make sure Sweet Pea won’t either but you know he’ll find out eventually, can’t hide it forever Y/N.” “I know but I can try, I hid the jacket from my family for this long even though I told FP I couldn’t keep it he made me just in case I changed my mind.” “Will you?” “I don’t know Toni, even if I did it’d be so much harder to hide it. I know you guys helped me when my mom left and you guys are awesome to be around, nothing like everyone says you guys are but god I can’t imagine how pissed my dad would be.” “Hey, I get it. We all know you’re there for us if we ever need help, nothing big of course, and the same for you. We’ve got your back.” “Thanks, well I should go before my dad wonders where I am, text me sometime, you have my number use it for something other than Serpent business.”  “You got it, see ya around.” She smiled and we went our separate ways.

It was the next morning and I woke up to text from Juggie saying he was in a motorcycle accident. I got up and rushed over to his house with my school supplies. “Can’t you take a day off?” I asked while cleaning its cuts up. “It’s not that bad. Just some cuts and bruises.” “Were you wearing your helmet or being a rebel?” “It was just around the block. Don’t blame me, blame the pothole.” “Well, I thought you were going to say you got jumped by the Ghoulies.” “The Serpents won’t allow that. They’ve got Jugs back, even though he’s not a member. It’s just family loyalty.” I nodded at Toni, knowing what she was getting at. “Great, well I’ve got school so Toni, will you keep an eye on him?” I asked grabbing my bag. “All over it.” “Thanks, I’ll see you later Juggie.” After I left I texted Toni, I knew something was up with Jug. 

I can’t believe Jughead got jumped and didn’t tell me! I just hope he’ll at least sit with them now that he knows how dangerous those assholes are.

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MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 10

"Yoohoo. Loverboy...." Jim came out of his sleep suddenly the next morning to find Julie sitting on the side of his bed, her hand stroking his chest. She looked like a trillion bucks in a red blouse, black skirt and black sheer hose. It distracted him for a second and the dream he'd had faded in his memory. What he could recall was Julie had been in it and someone else.....who.....ah, yeah....Sheryl, the girl from his sister's club. He could vaguely recall being in a bed with both of them, having sex with both of them, but the details blew away like leaves in the wind. He could feel himself half-hard under his sheets, a real-life testimonial to what he couldn't remember. "Oh, hey," he said as he stretched his body like a cat to get out the kinks. Subconsciously, he made the muscles in his chest tighten up under Julie's hand. "What time is it?" "It's around eight," Julie said, "I'm heading out but I wanted to talk to you before Liz got up." That got Jim's attention; Julie wanted to talk with him without his sister's knowledge, maybe to plan their next sex session he hoped. He sat up on his elbow.

Julie continued, "I want your help this afternoon...with some business that I'm involved in." "What's that?" Jim said, a little disappointed. "I want you to fuck someone for me." "Wha?! Fuck someone?" Jim stammered. "And this is business?" "What can I say? I enjoy my work more than most people," Julie said with a smile. "I don't know what Liz told you about what I do but part of it is helping people live out their sexual fantasies.....today, it's a woman. And I think you'd be perfect." "Christ, Julie! I mean........." Jim trailed off as he pondered what she'd asked of him. "I know it's a biiiggggggg favor I'm asking," Julie said as she got up and walked to the end of the bed. "I mean, asking you to fuck a gorgeous... young....well-known....actress. Maybe we ought to forget it." "Hey, wait a minute..." Jim said, sitting up, now intrigued. "I didn't say I wouldn't do it." He saw Julie get a look on his face that translated to 'the fish is hooked' but he didn't care. "An actress? Who is it?" "It'll be a surprise...but I guarantee you know her. Be at this address at 2 PM." Julie said and pulled a piece of paper from her blouse pocket. She threw it on the bed and headed for the door. "Hey, wait! Is this the address of a home. Who the hell do I ask for?" Jim said in exasperation. He could just see himself knocking on a door and saying 'Hi, we haven't met but I might be here to have sex with some woman at this address.' "I'll be there, baby," Julie said as she reached the door, "and I'll make the introductions, as we say. Believe me, you're going to love it....great sex with no strings attached." Jim was game but still not convinced that Julie had it all worked out. "What about Elizabeth? How do I explain being away? She's gonna want to do something together today." "Not to worry," Julie said from the door. "Your sister has an appointment that she made long ago and can't get out of. You'll have time to get to where we are, have a wild time and be back before your sister returns. See? Julie's thought of everything. You just be there and you'll have something to tell all your friends back home." She slipped out, leaving Jim wide awake but wanting to pinch himself to be sure. Jim got up, showered, dressed in some jeans and a T-shirt and went out to scrounge up some breakfast. He made some scrambled eggs and toast and was just getting ready to take them to the dining table when Elizabeth came around the corner into the kitchen, wearing a long nightshirt. "Hey, Beth....here's the breakfast I made for you." Jim handed her the dish of eggs with the toast before she could say a word. "Jim, you made this for yourself...." she began to complain. "You'll never be able to prove it," Jim said and steered her to the dining table. "You eat up and I'll whip up some more for myself. It's the least I can do...you sent me an airline ticket, for Christssake." Soon he joined her at the table with eggs of his own. "So, how as work last night?" he asked, not being able to resist. It was legitimate small talk but he was curious to hear her lie to him. "The usual," she said, not volunteering anything more. "Was it busy? Are Friday nights busier?" He couldn't let it lie. "Oh.....a little busier but I'm off tonight and Julie said she would like to go out with us later." Jim perked up at that. "Really...that would be great. Got anyplace in mind?" "No, we'll just go clubbing. Julie knows a lot of the bouncers around here so we should get in without waiting in line, if there is one." Beth finished her eggs and walked the dishes back to the sink. "Oh, I almost forgot, I've got to go out later." Jim tried to sound surprised. "Now what? I thought we'd got out today...I wanted to see Central Park." "Ah, I'm sorry, Jim...we'll do that tomorrow, though, I promise. I made a doctor's appointment and I can't miss it." "Doctor? You don't look sick." Jim said as he turned to her.

"Well, I'm not." Elizabeth said and laughed. "It's just a yearly check-up ...it's with my gynecologist, if you must know." "Hey, you're telling me more than I wanted to know!" Jim joked and Elizabeth threw a dish towel at him. "Is it a male doctor?" "Jim! If you must know, it's a woman." "I thought so," Jim said as he took his dishes to the sink. As he walked toward her, he jabbed a little more at her. "It would probably be pretty embarrassing to have some guy examine you." Jim saw her face tense up as he brought up what was part of her actual job; he wondered if it was because she wanted to keep it secret or if she thought maybe he knew somehow. 'Let it go, Jim,' he thought. But she went on with the conversation, "Yeah, I don't think I'd feel as comfortable if it were a man..although I know a lot of women that go to male gynoes." "Hey, how about renting a movie or something before you go?" Jim asked to change the subject. "Yeah, we can do that. What do you want to see?" "Hell, there's so many I haven't seen...the folks haven't even bought a VCR yet, you know." "Oh, you poor thing," Elizabeth said in jest as she hugged him. "Let me get dressed and we'll go to the movie store." Jim swore he could feel her nipples through her nightshirt, even asleep, they were prominent. He remembered the way she'd pulled on them when she'd been up on that stage the night before and he felt himself getting a little excited. Then, she turned and shassayed out of the kitchen. "Man, you're a sicko..." Jim muttered to himself but didn't really mean it. His sister had chosen a lifestyle that emphasized her sexuality, so who could blame him? They ended up renting "Basic Instinct" as Jim's choice. He'd heard a lot about it, especially that Sharon Stone flashed her beaver in one scene. The plot of the story had so many holes in it, it was laughable. But Stone and her girlfriend, Roxy, looked really hot. Jim couldn't help noticing that Elizabeth went to the kitchen for a Coke just as Roxy and Stone did a lesbian kiss. Coincidence? After the film, went in to shower and re-emerged later wearing a pair of nice shorts and a tanktop-type shirt. She said she'd be back later in the afternoon. Jim told her he might go out to look around the city more but he'd probably be back before her if he did. She left and Jim went into the kitchen, took out the bottle of Vodka from the freezer and had himself couple of shots, laughing when he thought how great it would be if he showed up and Julie introduced him to Sharon Stone. "Wouldn't that be a kicker?" he said aloud as he went back in to watch that first scene with her riding that guy before she stuck him with that ice pick. Jim was feeling slightly buzzed when he stepped from the cab later. He paid the cabbie, a smelly something-or-other that had been playing some kind of music that sounded like a cat being stepped on for twenty minutes...the same song for twenty minutes. God only, knew if he'd taken the shortest route. The cab pulled away and Jim looked around. The street number Julie had given him was displayed over a pizzeria, so he went in there. No sign of Julie. He was a few minutes early, so he ordered a Pepsi and sat in the window booth. Ten minutes later, Julie came walking down the sidewalk, turning the head of many men in her wake. She saw him and waved him to come out. "There's my favorite stud," Julie said and gave him a nice kiss. "Come on, we're just going around the corner." She took his hand and they walked around the corner and down the next street. Halfway down the block, Julie steered him into what looked like a bar. A small sign above the door read "The Whipping Post". It was fairly dark on the inside after the door swung closed but Jim had time to take in the bar on one side of the room and a rather small area of tables and booths on the other. A big guy sat at one of the tables, reading a paper. "Thanks, Butch. You

can lock her up now," Julie said as they went past him and down a narrow hallway. Jim wondered what the hell was going on; apparently the place wasn't yet opened for business, yet Julie seemed to have the run of the place. Behind him he heard the front door being locked. At the end of the hall, Julie opened a door and they entered what looked like another party room. There were several couches, a small bar in one corner. Julie locked the door behind them. "A lot of doors being locked around here." Jim said. "The place isn't opened yet but I don't want anyone disturbing us," Julie said as she went past him toward the bar, playing her hand across the front of his jeans suggestively. "Mmmm. Tell me that you've been pulling my leg and you've decided you want me to fuck you for real this time." Jim said, ready to take some more of Julie if she wanted it. Julie moved behind the bar and poured herself a small glass of a brownish liquid. "I might take you on again," Julie said, "but first you're going to have to satisfy my client. She's right behind that door." Julie motioned toward another door beside the bar. "Really?" Jim said with a little excitement in his voice. All the way in the cab, he'd been thinking about young actresses. TV actresses, movie actresses.....Julie said he'd know her. Was it that girl from Married with children? Or maybe Winona Ryder? Shit, it could be anyone! "Mmmhmm. Now, let me explain what you're going to be doing. My client, for obvious reasons, does not want her face to be seen by you. She's afraid all this might get into the tabloids and ruin her....but she likes it so much she keeps coming back for more." Jim flopped down on one of the couches as Julie went on. "So, she's gone to great lengths to disguise her body. You'll see when we get in there." "We?" "Yeeaaaahhh," Julie said as she came around the bar, "I'm going to be in there watching you." Jim grinned at that. God, this might be good. "I can see you don't mind. Anyway, my client likes me to talk to her when she's being fucked - just me, not you. You can't talk when you're in there. If you do, I won't get paid and you can forget about anymore sex with me." "Can I grunt and moan?" Jim said jokingly. "If you must," Julie smirked as she raised a foot and laid it on his lap. Jim spread his legs a little wider and began to massage her calf as she used her shoe on his groin. The pressure and the talking about what was in the next room began to have an immediate effect. "I got it, no talking," Jim promised. "What else?" "In there, you do what I say; I'll be suggesting things. That's about it. I want my client to enjoy herself several times, if you get my drift. I don't think you'll have a problem in that area, she's pretty easy to get off." Julie's foot was making his jeans very uncomfortable by this time. He was rearing to go. "I think I'm ready to punch the clock," he said as he squirmed under her rubbing foot. "Good, she's probably wondering where we are. Come on, stand up." Jim stood up and Julie calmly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his tented zipper. She hooked her thumbs in the side of his underwear and pulled down his underpants and jeans down to mid-thigh. His cock got hung up in his underwear, painfully for a second, then it sprang up and out at Julie. "Hmmm, there's that big beauty," Julie said as her palm pressed it up against his belly. "My client's going to be very pleased." Jim made a grab for her tits but Julie backed away. "Save it for the client," she said as she walked toward the door by the bar. "Knock before you come in. And remember..." Julie raised her index finger in front of her lips, those great lips, and then she turned and went through the door, closing it behind her. Jim began shucking the rest of his clothes like a madman. Shirt, jeans, underwear, socks, shoes - all went flying on the couch. He walked over to the bar and downed the rest of the

drink that Julie had left. The liquor burned but it made him feel good. Ready as he ever would be, he walked to the door, knocked twice and went into the next room.