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multibug · 4 years ago

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Passion Fruit Lip Gloss

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HAPPY (late) BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE U SO MUCH @emsylcatac

tags: identity reveal, fluff, kissing, aged-up characters, slight crack

Marinette adjusts the bedazzled party hat atop her head, the bright gold a stark contrast to her jet black hair. It doesn’t exactly go with her outfit of choice, though she’s not necessarily angry at it.

It was either that or the bedazzled green tiny cowboy hat.-

(“Green?!” she had asked Alya, when she was showing Marinette ideas about what to do for the hats.

“For our school colors, silly. We probably won’t use them anyway.”

Alya did end up using them in the end.)

Marinette’s wearing a peach-colored long-sleeve silk button up with thin red and white stripes vertically lining it. It’s tucked into a pair of black shorts with a leather belt.

In a moment of pure hastiness, she had chosen her tallest thigh high black heels, with a heel that raised her three full inches over her normal height.

A small beret keeps one side of her hair pinned back so her ear is exposed. She tied a thin choker around her neck to complete the look and a small touch of makeup with glossy lips.

It’s passion fruit flavor.

The clock hanging on the wall reads 23h00, giving Marinette a good hour and a half before she can beg off feigning tiredness as her excuse so Alya doesn’t call her a party pooper. It’s not that Marinette doesn’t like to party per say, it’s that she’s not exactly the third wheel type.

She’s had more than enough of it the last few days, thank you very much.

All of their friends are paired up with someone, whether it’s platonic or not. Alya and Nino, Kim and Ondine, Luka and XY—a big shocker to all of their friends with how much Luka despised him back in the day. There’s the obvious Juleka and Rose still holding strong, Kagami and Chloé, another eye-opener when they revealed it to their friends earlier last month.

Ivan and Mylène, who endured a long-distance relationship for a while before Ivan and his family moved back to Paris in August. Nathaniel and Marc, who sadly weren’t around a lot to cause Marinette much of a heartache, but enough nonetheless.

Even Alix and Max, two entirely platonic friends, were enough to make Marinette feel like she was third wheeling.

They aren’t doing it on purpose, at least Marinette thinks they aren’t, yet the longing to have someone on this chilly New Years Eve is almost unbearable. Almost.

A mix of something fruity and strong loiters in her hand long enough to help kick the feeling.

“Girl, what are you doing all the way over here by yourself?” Alya gently bumps her hip into Marinette’s, eyeing her over the top of her straw as she takes a sip of her drink. “You’ve been off all night!”

Alya’s cowboy hat is nearly slipping off her head at this point, though it looks as though the redhead hasn’t noticed.

Marinette stifles a giggle, shoving her half-filled drink into Alya’s free hand. She watches in bemusement as part of the drink sloshes to the floor and goes about fixing the small hat on top of Alya’s head. “There! All fixed.”

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you trying to avoid my question,” Alya remarks with a sharply raised eyebrow.

“Me? Trying to avoid your question? Alya, you must be drunker than you think!” Marinette quickly takes the drink back from Alya’s hand and downs the rest of it, throwing an overly enthusiastic thumbs up in its wake.

“I’m on my first drink, M,” Alya deadpans.

Pursing her lips together, Marinette shrugs her shoulder sheepishly. “Sorry?”

The song changes from a slower song to a more upbeat one, the accompanying lights Nino installed in his and Alya’s apartment changing to the tune of it.

Alya knocks back the rest of her drink and slams the cup onto a nearby counter, a devious glint in her eyes.

Oh no.

“Come dance with me, M!” Her hand encircles Marinette’s wrist, tugging her onto the makeshift dance floor whether Marinette wants to or not.

Marinette nearly trips over her heels in an attempt to keep up with Alya’s longer legs, knowing it's fruitless to argue with Alya when she has her mind set to something.

Out of the corner of her eye, a familiar tall blond squeezes past them with relative ease, Marinette briefly making eye contact with them. Time feels as though it slows down, Marinette’s lips parting slightly as she peers into the bright eyes of Adrien, who she hasn’t seen since Nino threw him a spectacular 19th birthday party in September.

A birthday party that Marinette still can’t remember to this day.

All she recalls is getting extremely plastered after seeing Adrien pictured with a girl in his newest edition of Vogue Paris. He hadn’t spoken about whether the girl was his girlfriend at the time, yet seeing them together had her feeling as though she was on fire.

Months of Marinette working towards getting over him just for her to realize it’s seemingly useless.

He’s always going to have a special place in her heart, she suspects.

His eyes soften as soon as he realizes it's her, his lips curving into a beautiful smile that outperforms all of his photoshoot pictures by a landslide. His hair’s grown slightly longer since she’s last seen him, curling around the back of his ear—a bit reminiscent of their collège days.

Adrien’s still just as gorgeous as she remembers.

“You look good,” she squeaks out over the bass of the music, inwardly screaming at herself to shut up.

“Thank you—” he cuts himself off as Alya drags Marinette across the room, his hand outstretched in reaching towards her.

Gosh, how she yearns to see if it’s as soft as it looks, even in the dim multi-colored lighting.

“Honey, I think the liquor is getting to you,” Alya whisper-yells into her ear, a tiny smirk lingering on her face.

Marinette rolls her eyes and shakes her head, the party hat sliding with the movement. “No way, Al! I haven’t been drinking like that. Only enough for some liquid courage, you know?”

Just then, she trips over the heel of her boot and nearly forces them to the floor from using Alya as leverage. Thankfully, Alya was standing close enough to the wall to support them before that happened.

“Sure, babe. I’ll make sure either Nino or I take you home later.”

Sticking her tongue out at Alya, she sets her empty drink onto the nearest flat surface and throws her arms around Alya’s neck, losing herself to the beat of the music. Her hips move in time with the songs, some she faintly remembers, and others she’s never heard of.

Alya’s close enough to her that she begins to feel a bit sweaty as the songs pass.

At some point while Hot in Herre by Nelly is playing, Nino saddles up to them with drinks in his hands.

“Babe, I think she’s had enough,”Alya all but snaps.

Nino shoots her a look that says relax without actually saying it.

“Thanks, Nino! You’re a real pal.” Marinette loops her arm through his and leans her head against his bicep, taking a sip from the drink he gives her. “Yuck, water.”

“Yeah, you are a real pal,” Alya says with a fond grin, pressing a slightly sweaty kiss to his cheek. “Thanks, love.”

Marinette huffs. “I take it back. You’re not my pal.” She ruins this statement by tightening her grip on his arm.

“Ooh, she’s clingy tonight. Are you drunk, Nette?”

“I’m not drunk. I’m just abnormally tipsy is all! I think it might just be hitting me now. Oh dear, maybe the water is a good idea.” Frowning, she sips at the water with her nose scrunched, a small pout forming on her face.

Raising her arm up to stare at the watch on her hand, she squints her eyes and is barely able to make out the time: 23h50.

Another New Years Eve, another kissless year.

“Hey guys! Kim is looking for you two. He said something about a major spill in the kitchen?”

It’s Adrien, dressed in a light blue—is that Givenchy?!—cotton button-up with yellow and green flowers scattered on it. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and the shirt itself is tucked into a pair of black skinny jeans and a pair of brown chelsea boots.

It suits him well, so much so that she clenches her jaw to stop it from dropping.

Snap out of it.

Marinette blinks owlishly at Adrien, the liquor causing her head to feel fuzzy.

“I don’t want to leave Nette alone—”

Adrien laughs softly, hands shoved into his pockets as he interrupts, “Nino, I can take care of Mar while you guys go help Kim, yeah?”

“I am not a child.” Marinette detaches herself from Nino and stands proudly, chin held high. “I can take care of myself!”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t,” Adrien replies gently, as to not spook her. “I’ll just be around to make sure you’re okay in the process, is that cool?”

He’s so nice. It warms her heart. “Yeah, sure.”

“Cool, let’s go.” He slings an arm over her shoulder languidly and smiles down at her.

Her heart races.

“Do you want to go onto the balcony to watch the fireworks? Nino and Alya said it’s off limits, but I’m sure they’ll make an exception for us, right guys?”

Alya winks over at Marinette as Adrien’s head turns away to glance at Nino, and she replies, “Yeah, go for it.”

A blush rises on her cheeks, heat stinging her face. She’s going to kill Alya.

“C’mon, Mar, we’re out this bitch.” Adrien steers them over to the balcony and easily has them through the sliding doors within seconds.

It drowns out the party lingering behind them.

Glancing down at her wrist, Marinette notes that her watch reads 23h55. Five minutes until midnight. Time feels as though it’s gone so fast yet so slow, strangely enough.

She shivers, though the sensation is mostly coming from her stockings as her shirt’s fairly thick. She’s surprised when she feels a weight on her shoulders.

Out of thin air, Adrien produces a heavy bomber jacket that warms her to the core immediately. Maybe he grabbed it on their way out without her realizing it? Whatever the case may be, she’s very grateful for the heat seeping into her body while they’re out in the frigid Parisian air.

“Thank you,” she murmurs in response, her arms crossing to grab either side of the jacket and hold it around her body.

“Of course,” he replies, shooting her the same smile from earlier.

It warms her more than the jacket does.

“You know,” he starts, hands twitching on the balcony railing, as he glances from the beautiful city view to her face. “I have so much to talk to you about. So much to say. Now isn’t the right time obviously, as you’ve been drinking—”

Her eyebrows furrow together. “I’m perfectly coherent, Adrien.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t,” he defends easily, his arm groping her elbow to ground her. “I’m just saying that I think this is a conversation where both of us should be completely sober and open to hearing the topic at hand.”

What does he mean by that? She’s not sure where she should be confused and worried or elated that he wants to talk to her about something serious. Either way, it’s puzzling her already fuzzy brain to the point where she bites down on her lower lip and lets out a huff unknowingly.

“Is it bad?” she finally asks, eyes flickering to her watch.

23h58.

“No, no! It’s not bad at all.” He squeezes her elbow reassuringly and smiles warmly at her, eyes glittering even in the dim light that shines above them. “I’m hoping it’ll be a good conversation, though I want you to remember it. That’s why I’m waiting.”

Waiting. Good. it’s good. For a good conversation. Ugh. Her brain hurts.

“Okay,” Marinette murmurs, blinking up at him slightly confused. She returns the smile once she notices his, it being too contagious for her not to. “Okay, I believe you.”

He hasn’t removed his hand from her elbow. She hasn’t shaken him off either.

Beyond them, miles and miles away, in the sea of twinkling lights and crowds of people, fireworks explode into the night sky as bright sensations. They light up the dark with their vibrant colors and intoxicating patterns, making it irresistibly hard to look away.

The second she does, her eyes are drawn to another light, this one alive.

Adrien, who is watching the fireworks with an expression of wonder. A tilt to his eyebrows and a small drop of his jaw, cheekbones dipping high with the shadow of the night.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she asks, rather than wishing him a Happy New Years. Rather than stare at the beautiful swirls and patterns happening adjacent to her. She’s too focused on the beautiful boy in front of her, whether he knows she’s talking about him or not.

It has to be said.

He lets out a small chuckle and nods his head, free hand rubbing at the back of his head as he whispers, “Yeah, it sure is.”

“Bonne Année, Adrien, “ she whispers, so gently that she’s unsure as to if he’s heard it.

Wonder-filled eyes flickering over to her helps in answering her question.. He grins impossibly wide, all of his teeth showing so it’s nearly comical, yet it’s so unabashedly Adrien that she can’t help but return it for a second time tonight.

Adrien leans in, and for a second, Marinette truly thinks he’s going to kiss her. Her heart starts stuttering and the color the cold had ripped from her returns to her body so fast it feels like whiplash.

He doesn’t kiss her.

And yet, that isn’t the exact truth either, is it?

Lips brush against the apple of her cheek, so light that the touch feels both hot and cold simultaneously. It sends shivers throughout her body and the spot on her skin that his lips linger on burns hotter than the temperature of the sun.

She can’t think. Her brain is complete mush.

The tip of his cold nose nudges against her cheek afterwards briefly as he leans in to whisper into her ear, “Bonne Année to you as well, Marinette.”

Her heart continues to flutter until she falls asleep minutes later, curled up in his jacket all while leaning on him.

---

Daylight shines in through the slits of her blinds faster than Marinette would’ve liked, considering the horrible ache in her head. Except, she can’t exactly remember how she made it back to her apartment, which is a weird feat for her.

She rarely drinks enough to where she doesn’t remember what’s happening—Adrien’s birthday party being an anomaly.

How did she make it home yesterday?

Hm, maybe it was Alya or Nino? They aren’t the type to abandon one another in their times of need. even in times of absolute peril. There’s no way they didn’t have some part in getting her home, even if it meant physically seeing that she made it into her apartment building before leaving.

The thought makes her feel all fuzzy inside.

It could’ve been any of their friends at the party, if she’s honest. She doesn’t remember anything after Hot in Herre played on the dancefloor; hopefully bits and pieces come back as time goes on.

Oh well, it mustn’t be that important.

Peeling open an eye has her glancing over at her nightstand, a bottle of paracetamol and a glass of water sitting neatly on her otherwise messy cupboard. She makes a move to grab the bottle and water when movement near her balcony door has her freezing in place.

Chat Noir is standing there, back turned to her—she can even recognize him in horribly-taken photographs—as though he’s trying to sneak out. He turns to glance back at her and she soundly slips her eyes shut, feigning sleep.

As her balcony door creaks, her eyes open and she watches Chat shut the door and bounce off the balcony with his staff.

“Tikki?”

Her small, red friend flies out from her little nest. “Yes, Marinette?”

“Was Chat Noir just in my room?” Her voice is thick with sleep and slightly hoarse.

Tikki’s eyes widen and she glances around the room nervously. “No? Were you dreaming? Chat Noir was most definitely not in here!”

Marinette’s eyes squint up at her. “Don’t lie to me. I just saw him!”

“Well, then why did you ask me?” Tikki whines, deflating a bit as she floats closer to Marinette. “Yes, Chat Noir was here. If you want to know more, I’ll tell you as you are the Guardian and it’s your decision, but if you don’t, I won’t utter a word.”

“Will it jeopardize me knowing his identity? I wouldn’t want to do that to him,” Marinette worries, using her thumb and forefinger to toy with her lower lip.

Stroking her chin thoughtfully, Tikki shrugs. “It may. I can’t say yes or no for sure. It would have to be a risk you’re willing to take.”

“Ugh, no. I’m not going to do that to him. It wouldn’t be fair.” Marinette sighs, finally opening the bottle of paracetamol and downing two with large gulps of water. “Though I am curious.”

“As they say, curiosity killed the cat!” Tikki replies with a giggle.

Face-palming, Marinette groans aloud. “Oh no. He’s rubbing off on you too!”

---

“Girl, I’m surprised you haven’t called me,” Alya tells her, a few days later, when the New Years resolution goals have already lost their momentum. “I figured I’d get a phone call as soon as you got home.”

“What are you talking about, Als? Sorry, hold on.” Marinette pauses, readjusting the phone between her ear and shoulder. Her classes haven’t let back in for the semester, yet she’s trying to get a headstart on pinning a new design she’s working on so she doesn’t fall behind. “Okay, go on. I have my brain screwed in now.”

Things aren’t going according to plan, obviously.

Alya snorts. “With you and Adrien, duh! Do you seriously not remember it? I thought you weren’t plastered.”

“I wasn’t plastered! I guess I was just more tipsy than I thought I was.”

“So, you were drunk?”

“Shut up.”

Letting out another round of laughter, Alya says, “Well, I can fill you in if you’d like. It’s pretty juicy.”

“I don’t know if I want to know,” Marinette groans, rubbing an exasperated hand over her face.

“Oh come on! It’s not even bad! You did pretty well considering the circumstances!”

A pin falls to the floor at Alya’s word, forcing Marinette to tell her friend to hold on again. Three minutes later, she successfully finds the pin that somehow hid under the mannequin stand where she couldn’t see it.

Lucky? Pft. Not Marinette.

“You were saying?” Marinette asks.

Alya fills her in on all of the details rather quickly, from Adrien whisking her away while still being a gentleman about it to them having alone time on the balcony. The story lasts all of a minute, even with Alya’s expertise in story-telling, and it has Marinette’s heart fluttering.

The puzzle pieces start to connect.

“Als, I just remembered what happened on the balcony,” Marinette says, eyes slightly wide.

“Bitch, you better tell me right the fuck now or I’m going to come over to your apartment and sit on you.”

“You say that as if it’s a threat.”

“Marinette!”

Marinette lets out a snort and slaps her knee. She sets the last pin before rolling the mannequin back into its temporary home for the night. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I’m just playing around, Als!”

“I love you, babe, but you’re killing me here.”

“Sorry,” she replies, though she’s really not.

“.....Marinette?”

“Oh! Right!” Marinette can hear Alya face-palming over the phone. “Well, all I remember is us talking and him telling me that he has to talk to me about something important. I don’t really remember much else but he kissed me on the cheek, Alya.”

Alya squeals—a sound Marinette’s never heard come from her mouth—and a jostling noise comes from her end. “Holy fuck, M! That’s amazing!”

“Right? At first I thought he was going to kiss me, but a cheek kiss is just as good nonetheless!”

“Babe, you were drunk. It’s a good thing he didn’t kiss you. That means he respects you, regardless of whether there’s any feelings or not there.”

Marinette lets out a small laugh, her heart swelling at Alya’s words. “You always know how to make situations better, don’t you?”

“It’s kind of my job,” Alya replies.

“And I love you for it.”

Alya blows a smooch over the phone. “Mwah! Right back at you.” She pauses, then quickly continues, “Oh! Did he say anything when he left your apartment after he dropped you off?”

Wait, what?

Marinette has no recollection of this happening whatsoever. She faintly remembers falling asleep against him—he was just so warm, okay?—but him taking her home? Alya has to be mistaken.

“He took me home? Are you sure? I don’t remember that.”

“Yeah, he specifically told Nino and I that he’d take you home and then sent us a picture of you tucked in bed that night to ease my worrying. You know how much of a motherly hen I can be sometimes.”

None of it makes sense. Even if he did take her home that night, why was Chat Noir in her room early in the morning?

Unless…

No. There’s no way. Absolutely no way that she’s been this blind. No way that Marinette’s this lucky.

She’d know if her two favorite people in the world—excluding Alya and Nino—were the same person, right? There’s no way that the miraculous could’ve hidden it that well from her that she wouldn’t have noticed.

Except maybe... It had?

It comes together like whiplash. All of their mannerisms. From the way both Chat and Adrien rub their necks when they’re nervous, or when they make jokes but immediately retract them so as to not hurt the person’s feelings. Both of them having a rough home life and awful dads.

Piercing green eyes that remind Marinete of a home away from home.

It reminds her of those times in collège and lycée when Adrien would disappear and reappear whenever she would. She had attributed it to him being afraid of the akumas and finding somewhere safe to hide that entire time. It’s not like it was her place to judge anyone’s ways to cope with what was happening!

The quirks that the both of them share. Two halves of a whole. They merge together beautifully in her mind, filling a void she hadn’t known existed until now.

Her heart is so, so full.

“Als. I think I just had the world’s biggest revelation,” she breathes out, sounding absolutely lovesick.

“What is it?” Nino’s yelling about something incoherent in the background, and Marinette can just faintly hear Adrien’s voice.

“I think I’m in love with Adrien.” Her stomach flutters at her words.

Alya splutters out a hearty laugh. “Oh, M. We’ve been knew.”

---

Three days. Marinette’s lived with her secret for three whole days and she’s losing it.

She begged off spending time with Alya, Nino, and Adrien to try and gather her thoughts. Adrien being Chat is the best possible outcome for a partner she could’ve ever dreamed of, but she wants to tell him how much he means to her without fumbling over her words too much.

It’ll probably still happen. He is Adrien, for crying out loud.

Earlier, Marinette transformed so she could write some notes down in her compact in case she gets too flustered. Adrien’s nice enough that he won’t judge her for it, so she’s not too worried.

After a quick application of her favorite passion fruit flavor lip gloss, she sets off for their patrol meetup point.

“Tikki, I’m so nervous,” she says.

No response. Yes,. Marinette’s aware that her kwami can’t hear her or speak to her while she’s suited up, yet the hope still lingers for some absurd reason.

Marinette wholeheartedly blames the nerves.

Spotting Chat—Adrien is difficult. He blends into the shadows so easily that Marinette nearly falls off the building when he blinks his eyes open. She’s lucky that he has fast reflexes to catch her by the waist, because with how out of it she’s been today, she might’ve forgotten to use her yo-yo.

“Bug! It’s so nice of you to drop in.”

Oh no. His jokes just make him more attractive. She’s fucked.

Marinette’s hands fall to his biceps, and she’s unsure as to if she wants to tug him closer or push him away at that awful joke that has her heart racing. A look of surprise crosses his face and she squeaks, ducking out of his grip.

“Thanks,” she replies quietly.

“You didn’t make fun of my joke. Are you okay?” Concern etches its way onto his face. Out of the corner of her eye, Marinette sees his fingers twitch in her direction. He stops himself as soon as he notices, choosing instead to idly twist the ring on his finger.

Taking a deep breath, she places her hand over his restless one. “Relax, kitty. I’m okay. Just nervous, because I have to talk to you about something.”

His eyes widen at her words, lips parting as he exhales a breath. She faintly feels it on her face as he says, “I have something to tell you too. It’s kind of urgent.”

“You can go first, okay? I can wait a little while longer.”

Adrien nods, tilting his head to the side with a cute smile on his face. “How much do you trust me?”

“With my life,” Marinette responds instantly.

It isn’t a lie, either. She genuinely trusts him with her life. Transformed, detransformed, heck, she trusts him blindfolded at this point.

He nods his head at her words and starts towards her, arms outstretched. Even as he scoops her up into his arms, her trust in him is unabated. “Hold onto me tight and don’t open your eyes until I tell you to, alright?”

“Alright,” she echoes.

Then, Adrien’s off, running over rooftops at speeds that seem unimaginable when it isn't of her own doing. Her ponytail whips about in the frigid air, Marinette using his neck as a shield from the harsh wind.

She’s thrown back to Glaciator, where she and Adrien spoke about misfortunes and missed opportunities. He ended up showing her a beautiful scene atop a nearby rooftop, as both Ladybug and Marinette. Thinking back, her racing heart should’ve been a sign that her feelings for Chat weren’t platonic, yet it took years of walking on eggshells for one of them to finally crack.

“We’re almost there. You good down there?”

“I’m fine,” she says, laughing into his suit. “This isn’t where I find out you’re going to drop me off a building as a prank, is it?”

He scoffs, softly landing on what she assumes to be another rooftop. “Hardy har har, Bugaboo.”

The sound of a door opening and closing lets her know they’ve arrived—apparently it wasn’t a rooftop—and the temptation to look around is higher than she expected. She waits for his approval, wanting him to trust her as much as she trusts him.

“I’m going to set you down now, okay?”

Marinette nods into his neck, extending her legs so she can place them on the floor as he lowers her. Her arms stay wrapped around his neck, while her eyes continue to stay closed.

“I’m going to step back and then you can look.” Adrien lingers for a brief moment, breath fanning over Marinette’s face.

As he shifts away from her, her arms drop to her sides. Her eyes blink open seconds later and she peers around the bright room a little dazedly.

They’re in her shared apartment with Alya—in her room.

Younger Marinette would be freaking out about having Adrien Agreste in her room.

(Older Marinette isn’t faring much better.)

For some strange reason, Adrien knowing her identity never popped into her head when he said he had to talk to her. She had no clue as to what it could’ve been—especially not that.

“Oh,” Marinette breathes.

“Please don’t be mad,” he rushes out, hands shaking about in front of him in a nervous manner. “I couldn’t figure out how to tell you that I know. And I didn’t mean to find out! I swear! It kind of just happened? I can’t even tell you how I found out unless you’re willing to know my identity too—gosh, I’m going to stop talking now.”

Seeing him so jittery helps to calm the rattling of her heart.

Marinette wordlessly grabs his hand and brings him over to the fluffy rug in the center of her room. She flops on top of it and criss-crosses her legs so he has enough room to do the same opposite her.

He follows, albeit a confused expression lingers on his face.

Their hands stay joined together, a nice weight resting on her knee. The tip of his claw is rubbing small circles into her palm, whether he notices it or not.

“I’m not mad,” she says, the softest of smiles spreading onto her cheeks. “I could never be mad at you, kitty.”

Adrien lets out a sigh of relief and squeezes her hand, her heart flipping at the fond look he gives her. “Good, good.”

They stare at one another for a moment too long, before Marinette murmurs fuck it under her breath and detarnsforms.

His suit is oddly cool against her bare knee, his eyes flickering to their hands then back up to her face. He licks at his lips and breathes out, “Oh.”

“Hi,” she greets, with a small wave of her free hand.

“You’re so beautiful,” he blurts out.

Marinette lets out a surprised laugh, red peeking out under the dip of his mask. Her voice is teasing as she says,“Thank you, I can’t tell if you’re trying to make me blush or not.”

“Marinette, please.”

Hearing him say her name has her heart fluttering, and she detangles their hands to push up onto her knees, crawling towards him. She nudges his legs apart so she can fit between them, arms wrapping around his neck. Her cheek presses against his, the cool material of his suit helping to soothe her burning cheeks.

Even with the suit protecting him, she can feel the thumping of his heart against her chest.

“You wanna know my secret?” she asks faintly, as his hands move to settle on her back.

“Yes, tell me.” His claws rest lightly against the fabric of her shirt.

Her nose brushes against the tip of his ear and she feels him shudder. “I think you’re really, really cute, Adrien.”

“Plagg, claws off.” The transformation light has her eyes slipping shut briefly. When she reopens them, Adrien’s sat in front of her with a blinding smile on his face. “Hi.”

For some reason, she’s brought to tears by the situation. She holds them back the best she can. “Hey.”

She’s just so happy.

“I’m so glad it’s you, by the way,” Adrien professes, blinking back his own set of tears. “Like I know I’ve known for a while and all, but this still feels like finding out for the first time.”

“Are you trying to make me cry? You asshole,” she whines, tears sliding down her face.

Before she can reach up and wipe them away on her own, Adrien’s hand is there to do it for her. His touch is so gentle, and instead of returning to its previous position on her back, he tucks her hair behind her ear.

“I’m so glad it’s you, Adrien. You mean so much to me. And to know that two of my favorite people are the same person? How could I be so lucky?”

“Two of your favorite people?” His head tilts to the side cutely, his hand idly stroking her jaw.

A blush returns to her face as she replies, “Yeah, I’m shocked you didn’t know, if I’m honest. I was so obvious about it! I’ve liked you as Adrien for so long, and then as soon as I realized that you’re Chat, all of my feelings for Chat were brought to light.”

“That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard,” he murmurs, licking at his lips.

“Oh, shut up. Don’t tease me!”

“I’m not teasing you, Mar! You’re just really cute!”

Oh god. Her face hides in his shoulder as she emits a small groan, gripping the fabric of his sweatshirt. “I’m going to pass out if you keep talking about me like this.”

Adrien lets out a laugh that vibrates against her chest. “Well, I don’t want you to pass out, but I need you to know how much I like you.”

“Adrien,” Marinette squeaks, face digging into his shoulder.

“Marinette,” Adrien echoes.

Slowly, she raises her head to shoot a pouty look in his direction. “You’re mean.”

“You don’t think I’m mean,” he starts, a devious glint in his eyes. Uh oh. “You like me.”

Marinette’s heart flips as his words, her lip only jutting out further. She tries to maneuver out of his arms, yet he doesn’t budge, his hand rubbing soothing circles against her back. “I take it back.”

“No, you’re not allowed to do that. I will cry again!” He widens his slightly bloodshot eyes to prove his point.

“How did you even find out?” she asks, smoothly changing the subject.

“You told me. At my birthday party. You were drunk, so I sat with you for a while and you started rambling about things that didn’t really make sense—”

“Oh no.”

He sends her a small smile, then says, “Yeah, I hadn’t really believed that you were Ladybug at that point because you were really drunk, yet you mentioned our patrol meeting spot for the week and called ‘Chat’ your annoyingly hot partner that has a nice ass and it clicked.”

“That’s it. I’m leaving and never coming back. Why am I so embarrassing? Annoyingly hot partner that has a nice ass? I could’ve lived without knowing I said that to you!” Her forehead drops to lean against his cheek.

“It was cute! You’re cute and I like you so much, yeah?” His head turns so he can make eye contact with her, their noises brushing with how close they are to one another.

Marinette really wants to kiss him.

“Can I kiss you?” she asks, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she awaits his response.

“Of course. You really didn’t have to ask, because I’d let you kiss me any day of the week, but I think it’s really nice that you did ask—”

She cuts off his nervous rambling by kissing him, her hand sliding up into his hair at the base of his neck. Her heart feels like it’s about to burst out of her chest.

He tastes like flavored lip balm, hand moving from the dip of her back to her hip to hold her steady.

He tastes familiar.

It’s weird to think of. She kissed him when Kim became akumatized. According to the picture Alya showed her after hers and Nino’s joint akumatization, they had kissed for whatever reason.

Their almost kisses come to mind and she feels a different type of heat rise on her cheeks.

Marinette pulls back with a groan, nearly squeaking as Adrien follows her blindly to press a chaste kiss to her mouth. He lets her slip out of his arms and shove her face into the carpet, a hand trailing gently over her back.

“Was it that bad?” he jokes, sifting his other hand through her hair.

“No, oh my gosh. It was everything I’ve ever dreamed of! Your lips are really soft! I just thought of how I tried to kiss you when you faked being a statue all those years ago and now I’m embarrassed!”

“You’re the cutest ever,” he says, flopping onto his side to lay next to her. He brushes his lips over the shell of her ear and nudges at her cheek with his nose. “Don’t be embarrassed! I’ve said and done so many things in front of you that could be considered embarrassing, but because it’s you, I don’t care.”

She turns her head and shoots him a look. “You never tried kissing a statue version of me!”

“And I like you even more for that! Look at us, Mar! We’re 18 and 19 respectively, and we’re laying on your fluffy rug around midnight! Everything about this could be considered embarrassing, except it’s not! Because it’s us.”

Adrien’s words only make Marinette more attracted to him at this point.

“We’re allowed to be embarrassing, but only when it’s us?” she asks.

He nods, lips quirking into a big smile. “Yes, exactly. I won’t be embarrassing with anyone else but you. You’re my embarrassing person, Marinette.”

“My heart shouldn’t be fluttering at you calling us embarrassing,” she whines, laying her hand on his chest.

“Embarrassingly in love idiots?” he whispers, finding her hand to tangle their fingers together so he can bring them up to his lips and brush his mouth over the back of her hand.

Marinette exhales a quiet laugh and says, “Very embarrassingly in love.”

They fall asleep like that, his arm wrapped around her waist while she lays her head on his chest, breaths mingling together.

It’s the best sleep she’s had in ages.

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Marinette’s phone buzzing wakes her up the next morning.

She fumbles around for the device, letting out a small aha as her fingers grip the electronic. It’s hard for her to open her and stare at the small screen, yet when she notices it’s a message from Adrien, her eyes snap open.

Wait, when did she get in her own bed?

Quickly opening the message, she reads it with increasing vigor as the message goes on.

Adrien: Hey, Mar. I couldn’t stay long after you fell asleep because I had a photoshoot this morning and you looked so cute that I didn’t want to wake you. I feel like I did a poor job at letting you know how I felt yesterday, so I’m going to say it here so it’s clear and you know, okay? (Don’t judge me!!!)

I like you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. You have such amazing qualities that I admire and adore. You’re a leader who isn’t afraid to stick up for what she believes in, whether you’re in the suit or out of it! You make the world a better place just by being you. I couldn’t think of a better person being Ladybug, and it makes me so happy that it’s you.

I’d love to get to know you more. I think we both know that we click really well at this point, but I want to do this right with you. We’re a team, Bug. You and me. So, what do you say?

Her hand groggily slaps the call button, wiping back a few tears that slide down her cheeks from his works.

The phone rings three times before he picks up.

“Hey, Mar. Did you get my message—”

“You stupid cat! I’m sitting here at eight in the morning crying because of you! I loved every second of it.”

He lets out a soft chuckle, and she can hear the smile in his voice as he asks, “So does that mean it’s a yes?”

“We should go to the museum and reenact our statue scene as our date,” Marinette suggests, a large grin making its way onto her face.

Adrien nearly chokes. “Of course. I wouldn’t want it any other way, little bug.”

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #miraculous ladybug fic #chat noir #ladybug #adrienette #ladynoir #i don't know whether to tag theo thers so ill just kepe it at them OKKOHGDKAOYERAO #IHOPE U LIKE IT EMSY I LOVE U

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jordanlahey · 4 years ago

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Devilish (1/?)

Pairing: the lost boys x demon!reader (there isn’t an exact romance pairing just yet.)

Summary: You heard that Max and his boys were killed by amateur hunters but you knew that wasn’t true. However there is now word that others are coming to claim their territory whether they are alive or not.

Word count: 1859

A/n: I’m no good at the summary cause i just had an idea and wanted to start writing so forgive me if it drags on a little longer than it’s supposed to but I have a general idea on what I’m wanting!

It's not long after the sun goes down that the monsters come out to play but not the monsters that your parents tell you about in stories like the big bad wolf or big foot. No, the ones that feed off human blood if you unfortunately catch their eye, the ones that cower in the dark during the day but they forget the other kind of monster that looks seductive to the eye with their lips dripping with sin ready for another taste, The monster that's as old as time itself, one that feeds off sins and the lust for souls of the poor and unfortunate. No one is ever warned about making deals with the devil, they don't believe in all that stuff but they'll believe in fairytales. Humans. Poor pathetic people.

You hadn't been to the surface in so long maybe around 86 years? You had heard that a certain coven of vampires have been eliminated but that was hardly likely, you tend hear a lot when you're down below. It was boring down there surprisingly, you all had a job to do you got the job of collecting souls but even then it takes 5 years or more for you to collect them. If you were lucky a certain demon would let you collect some souls on their behalf which is exactly why you are here anyway. Making your way through the boardwalk you can point out all they needy ones ready to make deals, you walk past a certain video store first not that you had any interest in buying or looking more likely the person who had owned it.

You strolled into the store looking around until you spotted who you were looking for. Max smiles at the customer as he bid them farewell, his smile dropped when he saw you walk to his counter. "I didn't expect to see you so soon."

"Oh don't be like that Maxy." You pouted and leaned against the counter "I'm here on business not for you yet." You smirked but he kept his stoic expression causing you to sigh. "I heard you and your boys were no longer...undead shall we say?"

"You should know that we can play a lot of mind tricks on people Y/n." Max narrowed his eyes, he was no fun.

"I thought as much, how are the Emerson's?" You could tell that comment struck a nerve, you knew after they whole fiasco that Lucy drove herself and her sons elsewhere. "but while I'm here I might as well warn you, others think you are dead and will try claim your territory." You picked up a lollipop from the bowl and unwrapped it, Max just looked at you unbothered. You really weren't getting much out of him. "Come on Max, why do you not like me anymore? Long ago you considered me a daughter to you. What changed?"

"You changed Y/n." You rolled your eyes, course you changed that's what happens when you giver in to your instincts. Even if you could change you still wouldn't be the same.

"You of all people should know what giving into temptation is like." With that you left, you weren't gonna argue with him, you had people to see, your night was already planned: find the ones who's time is up, go make more deals, have a little fun messing around. Very, very busy. Max will come around when he wants to know about he's coming to make Santa Carla theirs, you also wouldn't mind getting your hands a little dirty.

Motorbikes roared as they speed down the walk ways and people screeching to get out the way, the bikes came to a stop and off came the four boys. The night was young and so were they, beautiful as they come but deadly as they are. They were also on the prowl for a meal as well as for to cause chaos around the boardwalk, as per usual the boys would head to the carousel for the start of their long night, this time the Surfer Nazi's know to steer clear of the lost boys they won't be their target tonight. However, after they leave the ride they all catch sight of a girl they've never seen before leave the video store, she looked good enough to eat and the boys would be happy enough to pass her around.

You made your way through the crowds to the bar where a man sat all by his lonesome, he fidgeted nervously his this hands and kept taking long gulps of his drink. It was obvious that this was the man you were looking for, walking slowly towards the table you joined him and a smile played on your lips as you batted your eyelashes at him in a seductive manner.

"You must be her? I got told that it would be someone different." Oh, so they hand out memos now? How mundane, the man dabbed a tissue on his forehead a few times before taking one more long swig of this drink. "I have a favour to ask." You chuckled at him, who is this man? Does he not know basic deal rules?

"A favour? And what might that be?" You looked over at the bartender and you silently asked for a drink, the man before you fiddled with his tie before clearing his throat as he tried to muster u[ the courage to spit out whatever he wanted to ask. People rarely ask for second chances from a demon, the ones that know better and are ready to face the consequences of their actions. Humans get 5 years with whatever their deal was however, depending on said deal and how easily you can persuade the demon before you, you can be given more than 5 years but only on the day of the meeting and NEVER after the deal has been made.

"I.." Your drink arrived and you swirled the straw around the glass waiting to hear this favour, resting your head on the palm of your hand. You lift the drink to your lips before he blurts out what he wants "I would like to make another deal!" You almost choked on your drink, this guy actually asked you for a new deal? That's the favour? How rich.

"Tell me something, haven't you heard about the rule 'no wishing for more wishes' in the presence of a genie? This is the same thing you cant ask a demon for a new deal when your time is already up my friend." You smiled darkly at him, however he is brave enough to ask but it was the dumbest question in your opinion.

"Wait! I can get you more souls! Err...my wife's, a colleague, my brothers! Any that you want!" You rolled your eyes, humans really are cruel. They'll do anything to get what they want. Greedy, selfish bastards, you look forward to sending this one to Hell he'll go straight to the fourth circle. You get up to leave knowing he's going to follow you whether he wants to or not, probably best to head down the alleyway to avoid more mundane eyes for this. "Wait! Where are we going? I want 5 more years! I'm not ready to go just yet." When you reach the bottom of the alleyway you pin the poor man up against the wall, your face now showing the anger you held back.

"Who do you think you are demanding 5 more years!? You don't get to ask for more with no soul. You belong to me now, your soul is mine for eternity. You never made a Deal with the devil if you are not prepared to pay the price." With that you snapped your fingers and the man was no longer there, nothing but a small piece of glowing blue light that flowed into your body. That's what a human soul had looked like.

David and his boys had split up trying to look for the girl they had seen leaving the video store, they lost her in the crowd and she didn't have a scent or at least they didn't get close enough to get one from her. David was starting to get annoyed was gonna give up and find his brothers until Dwayne had sent him a telepathic message that he had found her heading into woods, David chuckled and met up with all of them by the bikes and off they went.

You knew you were being followed, they were going to catch up in no time so why not have a little fun? You started running, slow enough for them to still see you. You were taunting them making this a game of cat and mouse, now tonight was starting to get interesting they were Max's boys definitely but he didn't set them on you no no, they are hungry and you will be their meal for the night or so they thought. You take a sharp turn away from the dirt path to go further into the woods so that they pull have to abandon their bikes and go on foot or fly if they must, if this was going to be a game might as well make it as fair as possible. The boys do as you planned they go on foot running faster to the point they were already catching up, you could hear Paul;s taunts he was the closest behind you, now if you played this out right you could lose them just a little further.

The boys skid and come to a stop, you had vanished from their sights and they had lost your scent again, Marko and Paul growled in frustration while David and Dwayne were trying to figure out how you out ran them, now you knew about them but they knew nothing about you and that's what made it so fun. It you were still there with them watching them as they circled the spot you left them in, you planned to stay at watch them a little longer but you couldn't wait any longer.

"Yoo hoo up here boys." All them them turned to look at you siting on a tree branch. "Looking for me?" You smirked down at them.

"Hey pretty lady, why don't you come down here and do this the easy way." The glam rocker known as Paul called up to you, you thought about it for a moment and you know Paul would be the most fun one to play around with. You shrugged your shoulders and got off the brunch but as son as you got down David already had his hand around your throat and against the tree you were just in, it shocked you but you chuckled bitterly.

"What the hell do you think you're playing at." He sneered however he has a slight smirk on his face too.

"You must be David no doubt." You looked at the others "Marko, Dwayne and Paul." You pointed to the boys as you said their names.

"How do you know that?"

"I know everything." You reply.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys fanfiction #the lost boys headcanon #the lost boys imagine #the lost boys x reader #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #lost boys x reader #marko the lost boys #the lost boys paul #the lost boys david #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys marko #paul the lost boys #the lost boys fanfic

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tae-pollux · 6 years ago

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House of Cards: Sacrificial Lamb 5

{Chapter Five}

Pairing: Reader x OT7 Rating: M Description: BTS Vampire/Demon AU a/n:Posting this one as is, because I’m too tired to go through and fix the spacing and any mistakes rn. Will fix it later lol

Distant, muddled voices echoed in the far reaches of your floating mind. The darkness was most comforting after everything that's happened so far. If only a temporary.

As your mind and ears came back into focus, first you took stock of your condition.

The itching stopped.

The feeling of writhing legs stopped.

It all stopped.

The next thing you focused on? The whispering voices surrounding your limp form, sounding a wide range of emotions.

“V! Pay attention!” Someone hissed. “If you can't get a handle on this-”

“That's enough. I think he knows already.” Another one said from much closer.

With a click of his tongue, the first voice's owner walked closer. “I'm going to clean her up before anymore of us loses it.”

“Yeah, good plan. JK was hard enough to get out of here. Kid's like a bull.” The second voice's owner chuckled.

You were lifted from the floor and tucked against someone's chest. Their warmth and softly sweet scent making it tempting to sleep. But as they carried you through the house of horrors, you knew the charade had to end.

Opening your eyes, you stared up at the hard-set jawline of Jimin as he sternly looked ahead, his eyes skewed and brows drawn. He must have felt your stare, because he looked down in surprise before putting on a soft smile. Though that frown line never fully disappeared.

“Didn't expect you to come to so quickly.”

In too much shock over recent events, you just dropped your eyes to your pale skin, examining every cut and scratch for anymore spiders until you were set down on the oasis in the kitchen.

“So you met V.” The words more of a statement as the blonde walked about the abundantly clean room.

Weird the kitchen of all places would be so clean. Apart from being where they seem to take their dirty work, they don't even use it, do they? You wondered absently, examining the black marbled flooring and Prussia-blue cabinets, topped with a birch wood counter-top. The area was very classy for a lodge out in the woods.

When Jimin entered your field of vision again, he had a wet cloth in hand and first aid kit.

“He's uncontrollable, so unless you want to die faster, you should just feed him when necessary and leave him to himself.” He began treating the deeper wounds, but paused. Seeming to think before saying, “Probably Jungkook too, actually.” Then he went about treating your old and new wounds.

You blinked. Not even raising your head. You barely heard a word he spoke. You just couldn't stop seeing the spiders. They were everywhere and now they were even in your mind. You didn't understand.

In fact, you didn't understand any of this.

You were abducted by blood sucking vampires.

Real vampires..

Vampires are real?!

Your eyes widened, tremors taking over your body.

They fed from you. Planned to feed from you until they were done with you. Then they would kill you. One almost killed you just now in the attic. With an illusion.

Jimin noticed the change in you right away and groaned with exasperation. “You're going to make me do it again, aren't you?”

Not understanding his question, you didn't bother to answer, figuring it was rhetorical anyway.

With another sigh, he cupped your tender cheek, making you wonder if it were slapped.

Brushing his thumb against your skin, he didn't stop there. Letting his hand slide further back into your hair to brush his fingers through it as he leaned in. Whispering into your opposite ear, “Shh~ It's ok princess.” He rocked your body side to side. “It was a nightmare. It's all a nightmare. I'm here to comfort you now, don't worry.” His lips tickled your ear, pulsating waves of calmness and warm fuzzy relaxation running through your limbs and fingertips. Your lids becoming heavy.

By the time he pulled away, you felt like you were wrapped up in a cozy blanket. The drug induced calmness fogging your mind.

“Jimin?” You mumbled, not quite sure if you managed to actually speak or if it was just in your head.

“Yes, beautiful?” He breathed. He sounded exhausted.

“What did you do to me?”

He chuckled, patting your head. A smirk playing on his soft features.

“Why, I used my magic on you princess.” He laughed again. “A spell to help you feel better.”

“You're not a witch though. You're a vampire.” Your words were slurred, sounding like you just walked out of a bad frat party.

His beautiful smile fell, his brows knitting together for just a moment before he turned stone faced.

“You don't have to worry about it. Let's get you put away now.” He murmured, like you were a toy that got abused and left out. “Namjoon decided, you will stay with Yoongi.” Jimin explained, picking your drugged, limp body up once again. “But if you ever feel lonely, you can join me in my room.” His voice was teasing, a glint in his eye. But something in the back of your mind told you that it would be better if you stayed far away from there.

You wanted to argue.

Hell, you wanted to say anything.

But at the moment, every muscle in your body was tingling and you were just.. too damn tired to speak or protest as you were carried through the house.

As you felt a soft and cozy surface press against your back, you curled onto your side, opening your eyes to find yourself in Yoongi's- or, Suga's room.

You were surprised, to say the least.

Looking about the weirdly modern room, you muttered “No pinups or old artsy stuff?”

Jimin laughed at your comment, “Yoongi likes to keep up to date. Don't touch his equipment though. He will get mad.” With that, he was out the door, closing it behind him with a final click.

Whatever Jimin did to you was better than any sleeping pill and as much as you would have liked to snoop around or try to escape again, you could barely even lift your head.

Your eyes fluttered closed as your mind spun. Everything felt warm and soft. Like you were floating, just about to fall asleep when a twinge of something went off in your head.

Is.. The mattress dipped?

Sleepily opening your eyes, it took you a couple seconds to realize you were looking into a pair of brown ones.

Somehow, through the fogginess, panic's cold grip managed to find you as you leapt back with a yelp. Falling in a tumble onto the floor.

You peaked up at the laughing deviant with a frown, ready to snap at them until you fully took in who it was.

“V.”

Swallowing hard, you watched as his hearty laugh quickly faded into a pout as he sat up, feet together and hands in his lap like a guilty child.

“I'm sorry.” His heavy voice murmured. “I didn't want to hurt you. Or scare you.”

Hesitantly, you lifted your shaking form back onto the bed, settling as far away from him as you could. You waited to get your fear under control before speaking, so as not to give yourself away.

“Then why did you do it?”

His brown eyes shifted to the side, his head ducking down. “I don't know. You scared me.”

Now it was your turn to laugh.

Releasing the bitterest scoff, you looked away to search for calm before resting your angry stare back on the pouting blonde.

“Are you serious? I scared you? You're joking.”

But he just shifted nervously, still not meeting your eye.

Sputtering, you glanced about the room, looking for an ounce of sanity to be found anywhere. Everything that has happened to you over the last couple of days making your head spin.

“Taehyung.” His baritone voice cut in, stopping your racing mind.

“What?” You frowned.

“My name is Taehyung. Not V.”

Finally his eyes found their way back to yours. They were clearer than the first time you seen them. Lucid.

“Um.. ok, Taehyung? Why not V?” But he just shrugged in answer. Trying again, you thought of a different question.

“Why do they call you V?”

This time, his tilted his head cutely, his eyes looking to the ceiling thoughtfully as his lips pursed. “Mmm.. Because I'm their victory?” His attention turned back to you with a wide rectangular grin, his eyes almost turning a full upside down U.

A giggle escaped your chest, turning into a full blown laugh.

It was the first laugh you have had in weeks, since your life first began crumbling.

Tears streamed down your face as you chortled, your mind cracking as everything piled up, crushing you in despair. In fear. In memories.. Jimin's spell completely wearing off, leaving you open and bare to this new onslaught of emotions that you were spilling in front of this- this- being staring at you like you grew two heads.

Confused, Taehyung's smile disappeared as he watched you slowly decline into whatever mess you became, pulling you into his lap without saying a word. Hugging you tight and pressing your face against his chest.

You truly felt you had gone insane as your laughs became painful sobs.

His big hand pet your hair as you both sat there for a long time.

You couldn't stop.

You wanted to, but all you could do was sit helplessly as your brain did a complete playback of every horrible moment leading up to this one.

From the insecure parts of your relationship, where you would get jealous at every passing waitress who looked like an instagram model that your boyfriend would ogle, making you feel low. Comparing yourself to every woman he flirted with because you couldn't compare. You always felt he deserved more in college when you first started dating, but it became more apparent as he grew into a very attractive man, and you stayed.. well.. you. These feelings declining your once, comfortable and happy relationship.

Then to the day you found him in bed with another woman. The cold way he looked at you, while the woman actually appeared guilty. She had left you two alone as you cursed and screamed, giving you no witnesses or defense to the attack. His words echoing through your mind as you remembered that day. “Don't you dare fucking walk away from me!”

Now, after you were finally free, having escaped that nightmare and ended up staying with a friend. Now you found yourself abducted by monsters that don't exist, not knowing when or how you were going to die based on their whims.

And here you are, crying like a baby in one of those creature's arms. The arms of the same one that probably broke your mind with his spider voodoo.

I am insane..

You hadn't realized Taehyung started singing and rocking you until you began to calm down, your tears beginning to run out as you sniffled. Your face pressed against his left peck, soaking the white button-down.

The song he was singing was low and beautiful. Sad.

It hit you like a ton of bricks when you realized it was Adele's “Someone Like You.”

You couldn't help but smile, fighting back a giggle over the choice of song.

Evil vampires like Adele? You wondered.

As he got into the song, reaching the chorus, you couldn't help but be mesmerized by his beautiful voice. The soft, vulnerable nuances as he sang making your heart ache. His chest vibrating against your cheek with the bass of his voice.

Once his song ended, the room was dead silent. Only his breathing and his heartbeat audible to you.

You didn't think Vampires needed to breathe. Or had heartbeats. But you didn't mind in this case, since it was calming you down.

After some more time passed, you gently pulled back and looked up at his soft features as he looked back at you.

His brown eyes focused on your face, bouncing around like he was searching for any hint of what you were thinking. From this close, you could take in how he actually looked. In the attic, he was a lot scarier with pale eyes, skin, and hair. But now, in a normally lit room, you could see he wasn't actually pale, but had a rich caramel skin tone, and when light shone on his skin, it was like a gloss, making his skin look fairer and the shadows of his face that much darker.

He had freckles and beauty marks too which helped to ease the unsettling perfection. The one on his nose particularly adorable.

There was a freckle on his bottom lip too, which you've never seen before, but of course it drew attention to the fact his lips were full and plump. A pretty shade of natural pink that almost looked like he wore lip gloss.

A pink tongue quickly made it's appearance, darting out to wet his lips before disappearing again, his lips turning up into a smirk as your eyes snapped back to his.

He realized you were staring at his lips.

His serious expression gone and forgotten, his new one was mischievous and playful. Teasing. You couldn't help but laugh out of embarrassment.

“You sing better than Adele.”

“Do I?” His brows went sky high.

“Of course! I wouldn't mind falling asleep to your voice.” As the words were out of your mouth, you could already see the glint in his playful eyes, making you instantly regret your words. Biting your lip, you wanted to kick yourself.

“Oh? Does this mean you want to sleep with me?” His arms tugged you closer and he pulled you with him into a laying position, with you tucked firmly against his side, your leg over his hips.

Your face turned bright red as you squirmed, instantly awkward.

“I-I meant that you should r-record your singing s-sometime!” Stammering, you tried to move away from him, but he had you locked where he wanted you.

A deep throaty, hiccuping laugh erupted from him as he held you to him.

“Cuuuute!~” He swooned.

Pouting that you couldn't escape, you gave up before joining in his laughter.

He began to rub your arm, making you flinch as his hand brushed over one of the bite wounds.

His laughter died as fast as it started, and as you looked up at his once cheeky face, it was now completely solemn. Like a shift in personality.

Picking at the bandaging absentmindedly, he turned his head to the side. Which you were quickly figuring out was his habit when he thinks.

“Why did they treat you like this?” He muttered silently, more so asking himself. So you shrugged, not sure what to say to that.

Not like you knew either.

Sitting up, he moved you off of him. You thought he was about to leave, but instead he shocked you when his thick thighs were placed on either side of you, his ass making itself at home on your hips.

You thought he was back to playing at first until you looked up, questioningly at his face.

He was completely serious and focused on what he was doing, not meeting your eyes as he ripped off each bandage on your neck and arm and then finally the one on your shoulder as he spotted the corner of it peeking out from the neck of your dress.

“Taehyung?”

Instead of answering, his half lidded eyes met yours, his hand coming up to thoughtfully press his thumb to his fleshy bottom lip.

Seeming to make a decision, his thumb dragged over the plump flesh before his body lowered to yours.

Heart pounding, you tried to push back on his wide shoulders to no avail. He didn't even budge in the other direction.

“T-Taehyung?” You gasped, feeling his hot tongue press flat against your jugular.

You began to shiver with dread, gripping the material of his shirt at his shoulders as you squeezed your eyes closed. Was he going to bite?

But as his tongue leisurely lapped at the wound at your throat, your fear slowly turned into white hot embarrassment. Stinging your cheeks and ears hot and red.

“T-Tae..” You tried again, your body tensing up under his much larger one.

Your pleas fell on deaf ears however, as the slick, meaty appendage worked it's way to the bite on the side of your neck. His breath tickling and sending shivers down your skin.

You began to squirm again, so he put his massive palm over your mouth, more to hold your head still than to quiet you.

His lips dragged against your flesh as he lapped at it, making your stomach do backflips.

What's going on..? Why's he like this all of a sudden?

The boy was A to Z faster than you could keep up.

Finally the torment ceased.

But your relief was short lived as his fingers wrapped around your dress sleeve, ripping it open and attacking the bite mark on your shoulder with more licks.

You could feel his body shaking above yours like he was under some sort of strain, his breathing ragged.

Your face and ears were on fire, but you let your body relax a little. Fighting was futile and whatever he was doing, it seemed to have a purpose.

His hand removed from your mouth as he sat up a little, just enough to turn your upper body to the side so he could reach the bite on your arm. His ministrations slowing.

When he finally seemed satisfied he rolled off of you and onto his side, his big box grin back on his face. Though his breathing remained labored.

Giggling he patted your fiery cheek. “All better” He announced proudly.

“U-um.. Taehyung? What.. what was that?” You stammered, blinking furiously in confusion.

His long fingers cupped your neck where he licked, and his thumb brushed up against your throat.

Realizing there was no pain, you frowned and got up, looking for a mirror. As soon as you found one you peered into it, a gasp escaping your lips.

“T-they're gone!” You patted around your neck and shoulder, trying to find any semblance of the wounds you had been sporting, but they were nowhere to be found.

“I fixed you.” He giggled happily. Like it was his greatest achievement.

You laughed with a shakey breath. “You could have warned me you know.. But thank you. I appreciate it.”

“I don't know why they didn't do it. They could easily have fixed you. Why are they treating you this way?” He pondered.

“I don't know. Ask them that. Not me.”

The room became silent again.

Turning, you expected him to be pouting or still grinning, but you found his sharp stare locked onto your bare thighs.

Remembering you had a bite there, you quickly turned, putting your back toward the dresser you were standing next to.

“No” You simply stated, drawing his eyes back upward.

His grin returned. “I can fix it.”

“No. It's ok, really. I don't need that one fixed.” You couldn't help but laugh a little at his innocence.

“Stop being a baby! Come here.” He got up, prowling toward you.

Giggling you retreated from him, dodging his reaching hands as he chased you around the room. “Tae! Stop it! I don't need it!”

“It won't hurt!” He gasped for hair, chortling so hard he could barely stalk you.

Finally, he had you cornered by the door and wall. You put out your hands, trying to make him stop. “Cease and desist~” You said weakly, tears streaming from your eyes from laughing too hard.

He gulped for air as he leaned toward you, placing hands on the door and wall to trap you.

You both panted and giggled for a moment until he finally started to catch his breath.

“Now be a good girl and stay still.” He demanded, quickly pulling your arm to pin you up against the wall, stealing your breath by the suddenness of it. You could feel his big palm on your lower back, pressing you hard against the surface as he kneeled down, his other hand ripping off the bandage peeking out from under your skirt.

“T-Taehyung, I seriously d-don't need you to do this.” You attempted to wiggle out of his grip as you felt his hand pushing up the bottom of your dress up to the curve of your ass.

“But I want to.” He breathed against your skin.

#BTS #BTS AU #BTS Vampire #BTS Demon #BTS FF #BTS Fanfiction #Jungkook #Jin #Suga #Namjoon #V #BTS V #Taehyung #Jimin #RM #Hoseok #J-hope #Seokjin #Yoongi

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bloodpacks-archive · 7 years ago

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Just Like This

Word Count: 1.9K

Summary: Tom knows the reader deserves so much more than him. The reader doesn’t think so.

Warnings: Swearing? Not really anything. It’s just angst and feelin Sad

Note: I feel like I haven’t written in a while? But here u go! This was requested and is based off of Something Just Like This by Coldplay/The Chainsmokers. As said by Lilah this fic “is straight but it’s gay.” So enjoy!

There are a few things that Tom knows for certain in his life. 1. Spider-Man is the best superhero of all time 2. He loves Tessa 3. He loves Y/n L/n and lastly, 4. Y/n deserves so much better than him. It’s a harsh reality that he faces with every moment he spends with his arms wrapped around her or his fingers laced in hers. She is absolutely mesmerizing, with her laugh being his favorite song and she being his favorite work of art. It’s cliche, he knows. To have this idea of her wrapped around his mind in every moment of his being. He figures he should savor it while it lasts. After all, he doesn’t expect someone like her to stay with him. She’s bound to find someone more deserving of such perfection. Bound to find someone who will treat her like he never could. Despite what he’s been given, despite what he’s earned, he’s sure there’s someone out there with more.

He met her in a bookstore, of all places. Picking up the book for a movie he was auditioning for. He figured he should at least get to know the character a little bit. She happened to be in the same section as him. A silent smile painting her face as she read the back of a book. Her hair was messy, and she was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, but something about her drew Tom to her. That really should have been his first warning, but he was too bold and wanted to talk to this girl too baldly to let the opportunity pass him by. And of course, by some luck of the universe, she was looking at the book he was meaning to buy. He gathered up whatever courage he could find, and talked to her. About the book, about what she was doing in London, and whether she wanted to grab some coffee with him.

And now she’s here, her heels clacking on his hardwood floor and a long royal blue dress trailing her. He’s sitting at the counter, patiently waiting for her to finish thanking her stylists. She’s still incredibly humble. Another quality that makes him much too good for her, he thinks.

She finally walks out, and Tom nearly chokes on the water he was sipping moments before. To be fair, he could hear the heels and knew how the dress looked. And of course he could hear the giggling of her stylists in the room over. But God he never gets used to how beautiful she looks. Even without being done up, even when she’s sitting on the couch with her legs laced with his and one of his shirts on. He’s never quite used to her beauty. She giggles at his reaction, a sound that he wishes he could hear every day for the rest of his life. He just knows it’s not realistic, and he scolds himself for being so utterly in love with this girl.

“Not quite my usual sweatshirt and jeans, huh?” She jokes, leaving Tom to chuckle and shake his head.

“Certainly not, but you’re perfect all the same,” He replies. She laughs again and walks over to him.

“Well, are you ready to go to the premiere?” She asks. Tom sighs before nodding and gets up. As much as he loves the premieres, right now he wants nothing more than to sit with her and watch a stupid comedy in the comfort of their apartment. However, he walks out with her anyway, preparing himself mentally for the cameras and the questions during the ride there.

He wishes he could focus on the questions or the cameras. She is much too captivating to let him do either. No, she is indescribable. Nothing he could ever say could match the way she looks while she smiles at the cameras, or laughs at the interviewers questions or remarks. She answers their questions with an eloquence that he could never match. His blushing face and startling stutters are too often noticed and- he wants her by his side for every moment of it.

He’s not sure what the interviewer says, but suddenly she’s smiling and looking up at him before saying, “Yeah, I’d say we’re pretty happy.” He smiles down at her in response, and he can practically feel the adoration radiating off of him.

“Yeah, I think so too,” Tom says back to the interviewer, who smiles half out of triumph and half out of admiration for the couple.

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She had told him she loved him a year ago. It was under unusual circumstances, certainly not how you imagine saying the first ‘I love you’s. He can remember the day so easily, it’s ingrained in his mind, coupled with moments like being casted as spider-man, and holding Paddy for the first time. There was some sort of odd perfection in the moment, one that can’t really be explained by words.

She was sitting on the counter, sipping coffee and wearing his sweatshirt and shorts she had slept in. Tom walked in slowly, knowing that it would be a hard morning with him leaving for filming the next day. It always was, unfortunately.

The day hadn’t started out with them yelling. It was quiet hellos and laughs with smiles and blushing. Somewhere between a laugh and a smile they had both realized that this would be their last morning together for a while. Y/n had something innocent, something about how she couldn’t believe he was already leaving again and how she wished he could stay for longer. Tom, being the dumbass he is, took it the wrong way and said that he couldn’t because of work, immediately getting defensive. Somehow, that devolved into Y/n saying that she wished that she could love him less so that him leaving would hurt less.

Tom was frozen for quite a while after that. Shocked that she loved him, shocked that she wished she could love him less. After a moment, she realized what she said and practically jumped off the counter exclaiming that she didn’t mean it and how she takes it back.

“You don’t love me?” Tom had said after a moment, trying to piece together every bit of conversation he had just witnessed.

“No, god, I love you, Tom. Of course I love you. That’s not what I meant, I-“ Tom had cut her off with a smile and only a few words.

“Well, I love you too.”

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He should’ve known this would happen. Really, she was too good for him. Well, he did know this would happen. He just hadn’t expected it to be so soon. But, there he was, watching as some guy eyed her and flirted with her. He made her laugh, of course he did. Tom was sure he was much funnier than Tom could be. He didn’t even know who the guy was, much less why he was at the premiere.

Yet, there Y/n was, perfection personified, talking to a man in a plain suit and laughing with him from across the carpet. Tom walks past them, head low as he attempts to hear what the man was saying.

“Do you wanna grab coffee sometime? I can give you my number,” He says. Tom scoffs under his breath. So damn soon, he thinks.

“Oh, no. I think I'm traveling with Tom for some filming and I don’t really give my number out to strangers. Thank you, though!” And really, Tom realizes he shouldn’t have doubted her. She won’t leave him here, not yet.

“Hey, Tom! I lost you for a bit there,” She says as she comes up behind him. He looks up from his moping and smiles at her.

“Yeah, I got stopped by a reporter. How’re you enjoying the carpet?” He asks. She wraps her arms around his and walks with him, leaning her head towards his.

“Tiring. And these shoes are killing me. I’m ready to watch the movie and go home to cuddle with you,” She says, her smile wide and her eyes bright. Tom leans down and presses a kiss to her forehead before leading her into the theatre.

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It’s much later when they leave the premiere. The car ride home is practically silent as he rakes his head for a reason why she wouldn’t have left him by now. Something about the movie, something about watching his character get left for someone better. He wouldn’t be surprised.

It’s when they close the apartment door when the silence is broken. He’s taking off his blazer when he feels her arms slide around his waist, hugging him as her chin rests on his shoulder. He turns around and lets her hands slide up to his shoulders.

“What’s on your mind?” She asks, her voice sweet and her face riddled with concern. Tom looks over her, trying to gauge what she’s thinking.

“It’s nothing, darling. Just, go get into something more comfortable, alright? I know you’d rather be in a sweatshirt right now.” Y/n lays her head onto his shoulder, and he prides himself just a bit that she’s taking comfort in him.

“You’re right, but I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s been on your mind tonight,” She replies. Tom sighs and looks at her, the girl he’s so completely and utterly in love with that he can’t bear to let her live a life where she doesn’t get every moment of love she deserves. He tells her, because really he can’t lie to her. She always knows what’s wrong with him. Too observant for his own good and too caring to let any of it go.

“You deserve… so much better than me,” He whispers. Y/n looks up at him, eyebrows furrowed and her mouth slightly open, like she wants to say something. “I can’t love you every moment, I’m gone too much and I know you can’t be with me every step of the way. You’re amazing, and I don’t want to hold you back or make you think you have to stay here with me.”

“Tom-“

“No, Y/n. I don’t want you to argue with me here. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You deserve to have someone who can treat you like that every moment of your life. Not someone who has to leave every few months to go play pretend on a big screen,” Tom finishes his thoughts, and finally takes another look at her. She’s shaking her head, tears just dotting the corners of her eyes.

“Tom, I don’t want that. I don’t need someone who caters every moment to me or falls at my feet. I want something just like this. With you. I need you, being stubborn and arguing with me over something stupid like if Spider-Man is better than Robin. I need to hear your laugh in the other room. I want to hear you crying over something a fan sent you because it touched your heart and made you want nothing more than to keep doing what you’re doing,” She takes a breath and looks and him. He’s smiling, his hands found his way to hers at some point, and he's playing with her fingers.

“This? Being with you? Tom, that’s all I need.” He lets a breath shake out of him, it’s less of a laugh and more relief. She smiles at him, bringing her hand up to push a curl out of his face. “I love you,” She whispers. Tom lets another breath escape him, choppy and short.

“I love you too. And, just so you know. I want something just like this. Always and only with you.”

#tom holland imagine #tom holland #tom holland drabble #tom holland x reader #tom holland blurb #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker x you #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #peter parker blurb #spider-man homecoming #spider-man fanfiction #spider-man x reader

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surveysonfleek · 7 years ago

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596.

What kind of makeup do you think is appropriate for church? just simple makeup i guess. or whatever you feel tbh. What would you wear to church? just normal, neat clothing? Would/Do you like having brown eyes? it’s okay. nothing exciting. Do you spend a lot of time on the internet? probably at least an hour a day. Could you live without the internet? haha tbh probably not. i’d be incredibly bored but i’d find a way to get over it eventually.

Have you bought anyone a Christmas gift? yes. i’ve started but i need to keep it going before it gets too busy. Do you have a Christmas tree in your house now? yes. How do you feel when someone hates on Apple? i don’t care. you do you. Do you have an Iphone? If so, which one? yes. iphone 7. Favorite flavor of jello? strawberry or raspberry. I see. Do you have long toes? nope. What’s something someone said to you that bothered you? probably insults. What is one of your favorite compliments to recieve? something unexpected. Do you compliment other random people? sometimes. Could you see yourself buying a truck as your go to vehicle? haha neverrrr. What kind of car do you want? Something less than $100,000. are teslas under 100k? What kind of gift would you appreciate for your birthday? perfume, makeup, something i can use idk lol. Can you type fast? i can but not as fast as office workers i’m assuming. Can you type without looking at the letters? kinda. it’s not perfect though. Did you take typing classes? not officially but i had those typing classes as a pc game. What do you use Facebook for? just to stay up to date with friends and family. oh, and memes lol. What do you look like in your profile picture? i’m in mid laughter a coachella lol. Do you love cartoons? i don’t love it. but i don’t hate it. Name a band that you like. boyz ii men. Name a band you don’t like. coldplay. lol sorry. Name a genre of music you don’t like? country. What genre of music do you listen to around the house? rnb.

You think it’s wrong to tell a person ____. something that will hurt them. What kind of compliments have you given? personality traits, physical stuff. Would you rather give or receive? both haha. Do you paint your own nails? yes. Do you like acrylic nails? no i hate them. every time i get them it totally ruins my nails. What is your favorite red lipstick? ruby woo or lady danger by mac. What are your favorite colors to wear? black or dark colours. What colors do you NOT wear? neon colours lol. Where do you shop for most of clothes? usually h&m. What are your favorite clothing stores/shops? h&m, myer, boohoo, kmart, cotton on etc. What kind of shoes do you like? sneakers. Describe your style in one word. comfy. Describe your current personality in one or two words. bored. What is your opinion on weed? i’m not against it, i just don’t do it. australia has really strict rules against it, it’s annoying. Are you afraid of child birth/pregnancy? slightly. just scared of any complications etc. What are your favorite bottoms to wear? leggings. Do you like dresses? yes. it’s all i wear in summer. Would you rather be called a geek, a nerd or a dork? whatever i don’t care lol. Do you eat cake with a spoon or a fork? spoon. What age will you be next? 27. Did you graduate high school? 2008. Do you make youtube videos? If so, leave your URL i do but i’m not leaving my url lol. Do you flat iron your hair? sometimes. What physical features do you wish you had? ( name 2 ). nicer lips, toned body. Would you ever get plastic cosmetic surgery? probably not. Ever broken a bone? no. What are your favorite youtube videos to watch? travel vlogs, beauty videos, documentaries. What is your favorite sex position? ;) missionary haha. yeah, i’m boring. Do you like red lipstick? yes. What color will you paint your nails next? idk, whatever i feel on the day. What is one of your favorite Disney movies? mulan, aladdin and the lion king. If you could meet a real life Disney character who would it be? jasmine. Are you afraid of ghosts/hauntings? kinda lol. Do you like to play computer games a lot? no. Are you a sore loser? sometimes but i keep it to myself haha. What is your favorite game to play with family/friends? a lot of stuff. the resistance, codenames, monopoly etc. What is your beer of choice? pear cider. What do you plan to buy next? clothes. Do you like shopping? yes. What is one of your favorite things to do on the weekend? hang out with friends. Here, I’m giving you $500 dollars to one store, where would you spend it? any clothing store. Would you look good in a Beatle car? no. Do you play slug bug? idk what that is. What kind of computer are on? macbook pro. You are attracted to ___. nice guys. Do you like glitter? sometimes. Have you ever owned a Quija board? nope. Do you like to text? eh, kinda. it’s not something i aim to do daily but it happens. If you had to be an animal for Halloween, what would it be? a panda lol. Do you have more dry skin or oily skin? oily. i hate it. What kind of shampoo do you use? Be specific. heads and shoulders. apple fresh. Do you have acne? no, just random zits every once in awhile. You’re glad that you don’t ___. have work today. You’re glad that you do ___. get to chill right now. Your favorite cuss word? fuck. Are you obsessed with any superheros? nope lol. Do you read comic books? no. Do you like the Sunday paper and why or why not? nah, i haven’t read the newspaper in forever. Do you have cable? no. What’s a show you wish that was still on air? the office. Do you listen to the radio at all? sometimes. Do you like hip hop? yes. Do you like pretzels? yes! Do you like snow? i don’t mind it. i’ve only seen it twice. What’s your favorite thing about your favorite season? Name the season. autumn: the weather, fashion and makeup. Name something that starts with the first letter of your first name. dandelion. Name something that starts with the first letter of your middle name? varsity. And your lastname. diamonds. Do you have pets? If so, what and what are their names? yes, a dog named sky. You want your next pet to be what? idk if i’ll want another one anymore. Are you a religious person? nope. Do you like pina coladas? yes. Do you like coconut scents? yes! What is your favorite Bath and Body Works candles? any. i like all their scents. Would you spend 20 dollars on a candle? yes lol. What is the goriest thing you’ve seen in real life? idk, don’t wna think about it. Do you look in the mirror a lot? yes. Do you brush your teeth twice a day everyday? yes. What brand of toothpaste do you use? colgate. What is a dessert that you DON’T like? fruit salad. And one that you love? waffles. Twilight or Harry Potter? harry potter hands down. Would you rather be a vampire or a mermaid? mermaid. About how many times do you fart in a day? quite a lot hahaha. I see… well… what is your favorite angry music? emo. Do you have a favorite number? yes. Had a crush on somebody that every1 around u thought was ugly? hmm idk. Are you happy with your physical features? not entirely. P.E or Math? maths. Math or Science? science. Creative Writing or Art? art. When you doodle, what are you usually doodling? stars, eyes, my signature lol. What is something that you like that is really cheap in price? chinese food. What is something that you like that is kind of expensive? perfume. What do you do when someone is really rude to you in public? ignore it or give it back to them. Do you argue with your significant other a lot? no. Have you ever had a really painful breakup? no. Which is better smoking or vaping? lol smoking. Do you write in print or cursive? i do both. Do you have neat handwriting? it’s legible. What do you like to write with? pen. Do you keep a journal/diary? no. You should. Do you eat salads? yes. What do you like in your salad? If you do. If not, what is 1+1? everything in a greek salad except olives. If you HAD to change your eyecolor, what would you change it to? green or blue. What would you not change it to? black. What is one of your favorite colors? turquoise. Do you prefer to be pale or tan? Don’t say in between. tan. Favorite thing to do on your phone? social media. What magazines do you like? i haven’t read magazines in forever. What is your favorite book? the harry potter series. What is your favorite thing about Christmas? food, family time, gifts. I’m giving a ticket to wherever you want, where would you go? japan. Here’s $5, what do you do with it? idk, save it for a random buy. Cool. Cool. Favorite flavor of Ice Cream? cookie dough. Least favorite flavor of ice cream? chocolate. Do you prefer white or black electronics? black. What is your favorite deodorant? lady speedstick. Are you a good kisser ( make out )? i guess so. A stranger comes up to you and gives you a big hug, what do you do? lightly pat them back. Do your eyes tear up when you’re nervous? no. Have you ever gotten the shakes in public? no. What do you like to order from Starbucks? iced coffee or a caramel frappe. Vanilla or Chocolate? vanilla. Apples or Bananas? bananas. Fruit or Veggies? veggies. Water or Milk? water. Regular Milk or Chocolate Milk? chocolate. Would you milk a cow given the chance? i guess so. What kind of underwear do you like? boy shorts. Where do you shop for your underwear? bonds. Chicken or Fish? chicken. Firm pillow or soft pillow? in between. What are you wearing when you go to sleep? old tees or pyjamas. Do you take any meds? If so which and why? birth control. Do you like this survey? meh. a bit long.

#survey #surveys #quiz #bored #questions

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ronanlyncx · 7 years ago

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the best parts of the dream thieves (featuring me crying pt. 2)

part one

- “Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war”

- Ronan’s second secret #gay

- Gansey: “i would have thought you had more muscles. Don’t feminist have big muscles?” i just want to punch him can someone please punch him

- gansey calling ronan an incredible creature #gay

- “The elderly made ronan anxious” bitch me too!!!

- Ronan wanting to race kavinsky in the pig and adam is like dude no there is like 5 people in here we weigh too much and ronan goes: “noah doesn’t count” “Hey!” “You’re dead!” i love these nerds

- Gansey: “am I in your dreams?” Ronan: “Oh yes, baby” i hate him jsjksksk

- “Ronan sometimes dreamt of Adam, too” #gay

- Gansey and Ronan going to get orange juice at 3:32 am

- “Unlike some people, my sense of worth isn’t tied into my occupation.” “Ooooooh,” Orla crowed… she traded her Henrietta accent for a gloriously snotty version of the Old South. “Someone’s been hanging out with Richard Campbell Gansey the third too much.” orla just came for blue’s life holy shit

- “Jane!” “It’s a wizard in box.” “It will do your homework.” “And it’s been dating your girlfriend.” “Are you all drunk?” hey quick question wtf am i reading

- “Why is the tea so good here?” “I spit in it” Blue Sargent is an icon

“Blue Sargent was pretty in a way that was physically painful to him. He was attracted to her like a heart attack.” not to sound like a cheesy white lady or anything but this shit breathtaking bro

- “What do you want, Adam? What do you need, Adam?… Freedom, autonomy, a perennial bank balance, a stainless steel condo in a dustless city, a silky black car, to make out with Blue, eight hours of sleep, a cell phone, a bed, to kiss Blue just once, a blister-less heel, bacon for breakfast, to hold Blue’s hand, one hour of sleep, toilet paper, deodorant, a soda, a minute to close his eyes. What do you want, Adam? To feel awake when my eyes are open.” PROTECT THIS ANGEL GET HIM SOME TOILET PAPER WTF (also notice how what he wants continues to drop in difficulty to acquire this is so sad i’m literally a mess)

- “You be careful, Adam Parrish. ‘Cause one day you might get what you ask for. There might be girls in Henrietta who’ll let you talk to them like that, but i’m not one of them.” i really love this woman

- “He [Gansey] was bare-legged and sockless in his Top-Siders and very clearly a real human, an attainable human, and this, somehow, made Ronan want to smash his fist through a wall” #gay

- “Adam thinks he saw an apparition at his place” Ronan eyed Noah, “I’m seeing an apparition right now.” this entire relationship is just ronan roasting noah have you ever seen anything so pure

- Noah freaking out about the glitter in the snowglobe #angel

- Ronan paying Adam’s rent i am alive

- Gansey comparing Blue to a platypus

- “He threw me out the window!” “You’re already dead!” amazing

- Blue wanting to get Adam high so he can relax seriously someone let this boy take a nap

- Noah: “Is crack the same thing as speed?”

- Ashley not going into St. Agnes bc she “refuses to participate in a ceremony that doesn’t allow equal spiritual privileges to women” NICE

- Ronan dreaming kavinsky a replica of his white sunglasses after kavinsky gave him a copy of ronan’s leather bands #pettygay

- “and he was the boy with the most beautifully interesting car and the most savagely handsome of friends, Ronan Lynch” #gay

- Gansey: “I love this car. I should buy four more of them. I’ll just open the door of one and fall into the other. One can be a living room, one can be by kitchen, I’ll live in one…” what...the fuck

- Declan coming to give gansey a new battery for the pig and Ronan actually doing the most™ “He hurriedly sprawled back in the seat, throwing one jean-covered leg over the top of Adam’s and laying his head in a posture of thoughtless abandon. By the time Declan arrived, Ronan looked as if he had been asleep for days.” this is so extra omfgggg

- “His [Declan’s] gaze followed his brother’s leg to where it rested on top of Adam’s, and his expression tightened.” dude ronan even your brother is noticing your crush u gotta do better

- Gansey thinking that Ronan tried to kill himself after all this time and then finding out that Ronan was attacked by a dream demon thing #shook

- Gansey and Ronan fighting a different dream demon thing with a box cutter and a crowbar how are these children alive

- “She [Blue] wore a dress Ronan thought looked like a lampshade. Whatever sort of lamp it belonged on, Gansey clearly wished he had one. Ronan wasn’t a fan of lamps.” This is the least subtle homosexuality metaphor i have ever read in my life (also: Gansey crushing on Blue #nice)

- refer to this post

- “Let’s just go on before Gansey has time to say something that makes me hate him” lmao

- “The air was stained permanently with the pleasant odor of Ronan’s childhood: hickory smoke and boxwood, grass and seed and lemon cleaner. ‘I remember,’ Gansey said thoughtfully to Ronan, ‘when you used to smell like this’” #gay

- Dream toaster

- “I am being perfectly fucking civil” #iconic

- “Don’t fucking swear” #iconic pt 2

- Calla preforming arial yoga through the continuation of Ronan’s reading

- The entire time they are on the boat adam and gansey have the biggest hard-ons for orla and blue wants to die/kill them and ronan is disgusted

- ronan complains about the heat like 600 times i love my dramatic son

- Gansey finding the skin of blue’s calf more “tantalizing” than orla’s entire torso boiiiii if u dont get!!!!!

- “Blue cheerfully spit a mouthful of brown water on his boat shoes.” she’s doing god’s work

- “He was struck by what a glorious and fearless animal Blue Sargent was.” I’m emo

- “Gansey, pacing next to his ruined miniature Henrietta, set his eyes on Ronan. There was something intense and heedless in them. There were many versions of Gansey, but this one had been rare since the introduction of Adam’s taming presence.” The fact that adam calms gansey down is so pure and i cannot believe this is canon (also: blue also calms gansey down... i love my bisexual son)

- Gansey being badass asf when him and ronan go to confront kavinsky about breaking in the apartment and ronan going super heart-eyes

- also i am convinced that this scene is dick’s bi awakening

- “…Gansey leaving for D.C. without him was unbearable. They had been a two-headed creature for so long, Ronan-and-Gansey. He couldn’t say it, though. There were a thousand reason’s why he couldn’t say it” #GAY

- “While i’m gone, dream me the world. Something new for every night.” #REALLYGAY

- no one in fox way can work a cellphone maura literally had to get blue to make the gray man’s voicemail work

- Ronan blowing a kiss to gansey and adam when they are flying away in the helicopter i fucking hate him jsjsjs

- Helen asking if Adam wants to go into the whole foods with her and adam just stares at her. me too buddy

- “’Pigmy Pouters. Feisty ones!’ Gansey mouthed Blue at Adam. Adam let out a little wail of helpless laughter.” adam parrish laughing: a concept

- Blue finally admitting to herself that she likes Gansey while laying in his bed

- “I’d ask you out, if i was alive” “i’d say yes” :(((((

- the fact that adam’s dad actually pushed my manz down the stairs at one point i will personally fight robert parrish

- “This is Adam Parrish. Shake his hand. He’s more clever than I am. One day we’ll be throwing one of these shindigs for him.” MY HEART

- Adam literally filling up a whole page describing helen #bi

- when helen asks why ronan wasn’t with them, adam and gansey both get the mental image of the house burning down lmao

- “you gonna race with those shades on, you Bulgarian mobster Jersey trash piece of shit?” he’s so elegant with words!!!1111!!!

- Ronan thinking Kavinsky is beautiful um this is gross but #gay

- Gansey calling Blue to calm him down just because she makes him feel “uneven and shattered” im fucking emo

- Kavinsky calling gansey literally anything BUT his name: “Dick three” “dick dick dick” “Dickie”

- Ronan figuring out how to master his dreams and then leaving kavinsky #scammer

- to be honest i cannot believe helen and gansey managed to convince adam about the hondoyota with the literal SKIT they used

- “HEY, OLD MAN!” “Ronan!” ANGELS

- ronan apologizing for wrecking the pig and Gansey actually not believing his ears.

- “Hey, Churchill tried to negotiate with hitler.” “Did he?” don’t argue with boat shoe about history this man will rip you to shreds

- pink switchblade

- “Times circular, chicken”

- BLUE GOING OFF ON ADAM IM JUST ABOUT TO QUOTE THE WHOLE ROAST

- THE WHOLE ROAST: “Politics! I have no interest. Voting? What? I forgot my apron. I think I ought to be in the kitchen right now, actually. My rolling pin-” “i didn’t know that you-” “thats my point! did it even occur to you? You wouldn’t have gone someplace without Gansey, though. You two make a grand couple! kiss him! (lmao) Well, i don’t want to be just someone to kiss. I want to be a real friend, too. Not just someone who’s fun to have around because- because I have breast!” GO OFF BITCHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Adam calling Blue a raging feminist like do boys not know that this is a complement like yes this is the angle i am going for thanks for noticing

- Gansey and Blue’s first drive together #i #am #emo

- “Jane, in this light you... Jesus. Jesus. I’ve got to get my head straight.” MURDER ME

- When Adam woke up at fox way after being asleep for 24 hours or whatever he drank four glasses for pomegranate juice and three cups of tea and then left in the span of ten minutes. i know sometimes these kids act like they are 50 years old but....this is a teenage boy

- “It was against Ronan’s nature to appear overly interested in anything.” HES SO EXTRA

- Grey man: “But it wasn’t personal.” Ronan: “It. Was. To. Me.” :((((((((((( also i’m pretty sure neil josten said the same thing to that police officer one time i love parallels.

- “when ronan thought of gansey, he thought moving into monmouth manufacturing, of nights spent in companionable insomnia, of a summer searching for a king, of gansey asking for the grey man for his life. Brothers.” kill. me.

- kavinsky dying #goodshit

#the raven cycle #pynch #bluesey #trc #adam parrish #ronan lynch #gansey #blue sargent #noah czerny #trc edit #BLLB IS NEXT IM SO EXCITED TO RE READ #anyways here u go nerds

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