a better question is is the school okay with this

To Build A Home - Chapter 16

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WARNINGS: negative thoughts, slight panic attacks, past child abuse mentions. 

Thanks again to @tinysidestrashcaptain for the help! 

Good news? The return of a certain young prince you’ve all been asking about! 

Also on AO3 here

“Gone? What do you mean gone?!”

“What do you think I mean?” Logan shouted down the phone. “Virgil has run away!

“But why? Logan, what happened?” Megan demanded.

“My parents- I don’t know! They said things and he got upset, and- and-” Logan was starting to find it hard to breathe, it happened whenever he worked himself up too much.

“Okay, Lo, relax,” Megan said gently. “Where are you guys?”

“We’re out looking,” Logan said. “Patton and I are driving the streets,” he glanced over at Patton who was gripping the steering wheel tightly, his eyes scanning the road. “Ethan’s searching in his own car, too. Harmony stayed home in case Virgil came back.”

“Do you have any idea where he might go?” Megan enquired.

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Originally posted by whataboutourlifes

Originally posted by badbloodbitchx

Requested: hey can u make something like liam and hayden are dating and the reader is his best friend and everyone is trying to protect hayden from the dreddoctors but when the dreddoctors appear they all protect hayden but they take he reader instead cuz that who they wanted and liam tries to stop them but they still take her and during the time shes gone he realizes his feelings for her and he saves her or something like tht

Pairings: Liam Dunbar x Hayden Romero (ew), Liam Dunbar x Reader

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Vice Versa // Jung Jaehyun


the prompt: Since I’m already up in your requests, may I request a Jaehyun scenario. Maybe about him meeting you for the first time at a coffee shop then it winds up being yall’s meeting place.

words: 1605

category: fluff + drabble (?)

author note: since its jaehyuns birthday and also Valentine’s Day I thought I would write this first! it’s really simple but also kinda cheesy and idk how I feel about it haha. please enjoy it anyway and look forward to more requests being written soon!!

- destinee

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

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Professor Evans (1/?)

Summary: Professor Evans notices one of his student struggling so he has a meeting with them to find a solution. 

Pairings: Professor!Chris Evans x Reader 

Warnings: None, except reader feels like her best isn’t that good 

Word Count: 1k 

A/N: Chris Evans’s Esquire magizine photoshoot came out and broke the internet and made every fangirl imagine him as a teacher. So @chrisevansthedoritobastard wanted this and I volunteered, I present to you Professor. And the fic is based on this picture from the photoshoot (from Google) 👇🏻

Y/N argued with herself if she should see Professor Evans during his office hours, she wanted to but at the same time, she didn’t. Professor was a nice person, he wasn’t bitter like the others and he was understanding; if you couldn’t hand in a paper he would listen to why and help you out. Y/N thought she was doing well, always trying her best but after she got her paper back marked she realized that it wasn’t too good. Not only the mark was not expected but also the comment that Professor Evans left at the back;

Please come see me during my office hours

Right when class ended Y/N ran out, pretending not to see Professor Evans trying to catch her attention. The thing is if she didn’t go she would have to face him during the next class and Y/N hated confrontation. So here she was knocking softly on the Professor Evans office door. When Y/N heard a quiet ‘come in’, she took a deep breath and gave herself a mini pep talk and turned the knob. As she entered, she scanned the room looking for the professor; finding him lying on his couch prompted up by his left elbow, wearing his glasses. He was writing something and kept on going back to the red book he was holding in his left hand. There was no doubt that Professor Evans was attractive but she always reminded herself that it could never happen, that Professor would never risk this amazing job because of crushing on a student or even dating one.

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anonymous asked:

Can you please write a fic of Oliver kicking some butt to defend Felicity's honor?

“It’s okay, Felicity.”

Oliver heard William’s voice as he stepped into the apartment. He closed the door behind him, narrowing his eyes at his girlfriend where she sat on the couch. He took in his sons words of comfort as he noticed her tears, and he was moving.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, crossing the room quickly and kneeling in front of her. “Felicity, what is it? Are you okay?” He looked to her face first, checking her for blood or bruises or anything that was causing her pain.

“I’m fine,” she squeaked, her voice thick with tears.

He glanced down at her hands, noticing the papers she was gripping. He frowned, putting one hand on her face and used the other to take the papers out of her hand. He wondered if she and Curtis had received some bad news on their business endeavors. But he saw his son’s name at the top of the page and a big red “60” scribbled over it.

Oliver looked up at her, tears still spilling as William rubbed her shoulder. His son shook his head at him, but Oliver was at a loss for words. He cleared his throat, “Felicity…William did his best…and that’s okay.” He got out the words more like a question, confused as to why she was crying over a seventh grader’s test score, even if they had worked so hard studying. It wasn’t worth tears, definitely not hers.

“Oliver.” William said, shooting him a look of caution and shaking his head again.

Felicity’s eyes lifted to look at him, full of tears that Oliver couldn’t understand. “Okay?” She asked, narrowing her eyes. “William did do his best. We went over everything that his stupid teacher put on this test! Look at this!” She pulled the paper from his hand and waved it in front of him, “That prick took ten points off of this question because William used parentheses instead of a multiplication symbol! Ten points! Fifteen points off because he misspelled ‘integers’! It’s a math test! His grading is absolutely ridiculous and unfair!”

Oliver frowned as he turned through the pages of the test, noticing that William hadn’t gotten full credit for even one question, despite the fact that all of the final answers were right. He just wasn’t sure why Felicity was this upset about it.

“You’re right,” he said, looking up at her, “I’ll stop by the school and talk to the teacher tomorrow.”

Felicity rolled her eyes at him, huffing.

He laughed once, lifting his hands in surrender, “Okay, I’ll talk to the principal? Would that be better?”

“I tried that! I went in and spoke to Mr. Colby when I picked William up from school. It got us nowhere…and he’s a prick!” She cried, new tears springing to her eyes.

Oliver looked to William for help, who only sighed and patted Felicity’s shoulder. “William,” Oliver said, “what do you think, buddy?”

William shrugged, “I think I’m going to go to school tomorrow and punch Mr. Colby. Right in the nose.”

Oliver grumbled, “I said that about eighth graders, not your teachers.”

“He made Felicity cry!”

“Felicity,” Oliver sighed, putting his hands on her knees. “We’ll get it sorted out. I’m sure you can’t be the only one to complain about Mr. Colby’s grading. We’ll work it out.”

“Yeah,” she sniffled, “Okay.”

Oliver smiled, rubbing his thumb along her cheek and wiping away her tears. He stood up, ruffling William’s hair before leaning down to kiss his girlfriend’s forehead. “All right, what do we want for dinner?” He asked, turning his attention to the kitchen and heading for the fridge.

“Am I pretentious know it all?”

Oliver’s brow furrowed and he turned back around to look at Felicity. “What?” He asked.

She sighed, throwing her hands up. “That’s not a no!”

He cocked his head to the side, “Of course you’re not, Felicity. Why are you asking me that?”

William stood up from the couch. “That’s what Mr. Colby called her. He said that just because she owned Palmer Tech doesn’t mean she’s better than everyone else, so she should stop acting like it. Then he said that she didn’t even deserve the company, and that women should stop trying to do a man’s job. He also said that conceited, arrogant blondes like her needed to learn to get over themselves. And…some other things that I don’t want to repeat.”

Oliver looked at Felicity. Her bottom lip was trembling as William recapped his teacher’s derogatory assessment of her. 

He let out a deep, annoyed breath, heading back to Felicity. He bent over and pressed his lips to her hair, “Felicity Smoak,” he murmured, “You are caring and selfless and wonderful. You’re beautiful…inside and out.” He looked down at her, “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

She sniffled again, nodding and wiping at her eyes. “He was just so mean.”

Oliver bit his lip, fighting with his own anger. He knew that exploding would only upset her even more. “I’ll be back in half an hour. I love you.” He said, kissing her lips quickly.

He headed for the door, glad that he hadn’t had a chance to take off his coat or shoes yet. William followed behind, “Are you gonna get Mr. Colby fired?” He asked, excitement in his voice.

“Tomorrow. Tonight I’m going to kick his ass.”

“Yes!” William shouted, lifting his fist in the air, “Go for the nose!” He called as Oliver closed the door.

anonymous asked:

omg, can i just first off say how much i love your account and writing???? it’s awesome my dude! prompt idea: steve protecting will and mike from bullies after they come out, and the kids and steve just having a lot of moments of love and cuteness

minor homophobic language. but major big brother!Steve. also ily anon

Somehow, Steve Harrington started driving Mike to school. He picked up the entire party, actually– except Will since his mother still insisted she see him off to school everyday. Steve switched seamlessly from driving Nancy to school to her brother and his two friends. Mike didn’t mind the excuse to avoid the bike ride in the cold weather. It was also nice to have a high schooler drop Mike off at middle school– he needed every perk he could get before hitting high school himself. Steve didn’t mind being seen with them and picking them up from AV club. Steve was a pretty alright big brother, if Mike had to put him to it.

Wednesday morning, Mrs. Byers was earlier than usual and Will was leaning up against the bike rack as Steve pulled up. Mike waved from the backseat, Lucas and Dustin behind him.

“Alright, last stop, gents. Everyone out!” Steve said, clapping his hands on the steering wheel. “I’ve got a hot date with first period history I cannot be late to again.”

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anonymous asked:

Concept: Harry is on tour and misses you so much he facetimes you everynight and waits for you to fall asleep? :)

Girl, he’d instantly hang up with me bc your girl drools and talks and mumbles in her sleep. I ain’t cute. I think I did this whole concept thing right, if not, I’m sorry! x A 

“There she is!” He cheers happily as his face pops up on your screen, well, not his whole face. Because it’s Harry, it’s no surprise that he’s holding his phone way too close to his face and you can see his nose, half of an eye and some hair but it’s better than nothing and man is he a cutie. “Been waitin’ for ya all night!”

“Oh whatever, you texted me 5 minutes ago and told me to get on.” He giggles rolling around and adjusting the phone. You can finally see his face, warm and happy and where he is. He’s hid away in one of the tour bus bunks. A colorful quilt pulled up and tucked under his arm pits. His doe eyes are tired but the dimply smile on his face is telling of the night he’s had. The night you can’t wait to hear about.

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November - 02 - 2017 🍁 45/100 days of productivity 

Here is a time-lapse of me revising my chemistry notes 👩🏼‍🔬💛 

Tomorrow is my chemistry exam and after that it’s finally weekend (with only a half chapter of math homework, so i’m really looking forward to finally have time to answer your questions, have a Netflix mini-marathon and read in my cozy bed ☕️📖🍁 )

This week I also had my physics and math exam, and that’s why I didn’t have the time to answer your questions last two weeks (I already had 4 messages about it, and i don’t want you to think that i’m rude, but i really had each day full of studying). Unfortunately my physics exam was way too long (or I’m just not fast enough) and also my math exam didn’t go well :( I don’t have the results yet, but my feeling about it is not really okay) So I hope at least my chemistry exam goes a little bit better :) 

📚 my study playlist (Spotify) 📚 

Locked in a Library - G.D.

I was inspired by this prompt :

“Sometimes, being a complete nerd comes in handy.”

Summary: Thanks to the school librarian, Y/N gets locked in the library with a kid from her English class. But what may seem like misfortune on a beautiful spring afternoon is actually a stroke of good luck to these two, as they become closer than either could’ve imagined.

word count - 1442 (oops)

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Nolan Holloway~ Projects

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: 1267

Warnings: none I think

Request: Anonymous said:
Can I have a Nolan Holloway imagine please. Maybe something like Nolan and y/n are put together for a project and Nolan is really shy so when She goes over to his house to start he doesn’t know what to say but he gets more comfortable and lots of fluff please

A/N: Everyone needs to thank @joegibson1983 because without his help from the last time I broke my screen, I wouldn’t be abe to post!! This will probably be the last one I post for about a week, because it’s getting sent out tomorrow.


Originally posted by shitposting-tozier

               “Nolan and Y/n,” My history teacher yelled. I looked up from my book to see her staring at me. “Go sit next to each other. You’re partners.” I sighed and stood up, slinging my bag over my shoulder, and walked over to his table. I sat down beside him and gave him a half-smile.

               “Hey,” I stated, waving slightly. He just stared at me for a little bit before whispering a ‘hi’ back.

               “The project will be to create a model of any of the famous landmarks we have talked about this semester. It should be painted and decorated accordingly. The better it looks, the more points you get. It’s due October 17th. Talk about it for the rest of the period.” She then began passing out packets of paper with the information for the project on it.

               I turned to Nolan with a better smile than before. “Okay, do you want to do it at your house or mine,” I questioned, already knowing what I wanted to do for it. It would probably be what we were going to make as it looked like Nolan had no idea what we had even donw this semester. It wasn’t surprising, considering he had been gone for most of school this semester, fighting werewolves or whatever. I could care less.

               “Uh, can we do it at my house? My parents won’t be home and I have a lot of food,” he mumbled, obviously not used to the interaction. I nodded and quickly pulled out my phone to text my mom.

               “Can you drive me by chance? My car’s in the shop and I had my mom drive me here this morning,” I questioned, reading the text my mom had sent me as an okay. I looked up from my phone to see Nolan nodding. I sighed and slumped in my seat. He was going to be hard to work with.


               School had ended and I met with Nolan by the entrance of the school. He was slouched and he looked as if he would pass out any second. I bit my lip for a second before walking over to him, greeting him with a bubbly ‘hi.’

               His head shot up, as if he had fallen asleep against the wall, and he waved at me. “Uh, my car’s over there.”

               I nodded and we began the short walk to his car in silence. Then we stepped into the car in silence. Then the drive was silent. And when we arrived, it was silent. It seemed as if neither of us could figure out what to say to start a conversation, so we stayed quiet.

               We stepped out of the car, Nolan surprisingly opening my door as I rummaged through my bag for something, and we walked into the decently sized house. The house had a warm color scheme that made me feel at home. The floors were a dark wood, the walls a beige, and the furniture a dark brown. We stepped into the living room, and Nolan asked if I wanted to eat anything.

               I shrugged and he walked off to the kitchen. I sat down on the large couch and pulled out some supplies I had gotten from the art teacher. I laid the materials out on the glass coffee table before looking up as Nolan walked back in.

               He was holding two bags of chips and two glasses of water. He placed them on the table and sat beside.

               “Okay, so we’re going to make the Eiffel Tower. I have this print out of it, and I think we could do it. What do you think?” I asked, fiddling with my fingers as Nolan listened. He nodded slightly and smiled, surprising me. Maybe this would be easier than I thought.

               So, we began to work when Nolan asked me something. “So, how was your day?”

               I looked over to him and my eyebrow rose. “It was pretty good. How was yours?”

               “Pretty good,” he nodded as if trying to convince himself. Then, it was silent again until he spoke. “I’m sorry,” he stopped working and laid back against the couch. “I’m really bad at this kid of thing and I’m probably freaking you out.” He placed his hands on his face and groaned. “I’m a terrible partner.”

               I laughed lightly and took away his hands from his face. “Actually, I think you’re a pretty good partner. Just because you don’t talk a lot doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy your company. In fact, we got a lot more done then I thought we would, so why don’t we take a break. We can watch a movie or something. It’s only five.”

               Nolan smiled a boyish smile and nodded. “That’s be cool.”

               So, we flicked on the TV, scrolling through the endless movies and talked. We talked about school, friends, family. I talked about how my best friend was ignoring me for some reason, how I had recently become friends with Malia, and how my dad was working late shifts at the police station because we were low on money. He told me about his fake friends, his hatred towards Scott in the beginning that turned into friendship, and how his parents never even seemed to be home enough to care about him. Conversation became easier and easier, and we found ourselves completely ignoring the movie that was playing in the background, preferring each other’s conversation over a Star Wars marathon.

                 It wasn’t until my phone began going off like crazy that we noticed how much time had passed. My dad began texting me like crazy. He had just come home form his shift at the station to see me still away. It was three in the morning.

                “Oh my gosh,“ I laughed. Nolan looked at me confused. "We’ve been talking for hours literally.” I showed him my phone screen. He chuckled for a oment before going bright red. I stood up and stretched for a second before I began to pack up. “I guess I should head home, shouldn’t I?”

                   I sent a quick text to my dad with the address and to get me which he responded to almost immdiately.

                   Nolan nodded and stood up, helping me get my stuff together.

                “This was fun,” i said, smiling at Nolan. he nodded and smiled quickly.

                   We stared at each other for a few moments before my dad honked his horn outside. That was quick, I thought. I began to head towards the door when nolan stopped me, grabbing my wrist loosely. 

                “Wait!” I looked aat him confused and rose my eyebrow, silently telling him to continue. “I- I was wondering if, well, since this was pretty great, if you maybe want to go on a date with me. Like, this Saturday? But, I mean, it’s okay if you do’twant to. I don’t want to pressure you or anything, but,” I cut him off from his rambling by placing my hand on his mouth.

                “I’d love that,” I spoke to him.

                He nodded slowly and grinned wide. He smiled wide and led me towards the door.

                “So Saturday?” I questioned. Nolan nodded happily. I nodded to myself and smiled at Nolan again. I just couldn’t seem to stop. “I’ll see you then, I guess,” I stated before placing a quick kiss to his cheek and my phone number in his hand. I then ran out of the house and into my dad’s car where I knew I would be lectured, but I coudn’t are less. My mind was still on the boy I seemed to fall for already.

“When You Love Someone”

Summary: (based on the song written by James TW.) Divorced parents imagine…

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You bent down to your knees and straightened out your ten-year-old son’s clothing. You tucked his white shirt inside his khakis and zipped up his sweater. You took his shoe laces and double knotted each of them. You looked at your boy; his eyes were just like yours but his facial features a younger replica of his father. “You be good in school today, alright?” you sounded hopeful. The effects of divorced parents were definitely taking a toll on him.

He nodded, “Yes, mum.”

You put the straps of his Spider-Man backpack over his shoulders. “You’re going to your dad’s house tonight, are you excited?”

He just shrugged. His eyes were avoidant. Your son was tapping his feet, his hands fidgeting. He was getting antsy as you got him ready for school. “Is your sleeping bag packed?” you asked him. He nodded. “Good,” you smiled, “Daddy will pick you up after school. Have you memorized Mummy’s number?” He nodded again. “I want you to ring me if you need anything, okay?” You son nodded. “Take care your sister, okay?” Another nod. “Say ‘yes, Mummy,’” you instructed.

“Yes, Mummy,” he said forcibly.

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Fluff Month Day 24 - "Wrong Number"

Pairing/Characters: Marinette & Adrien
Set before Adrien’s first day of school. (Aka umbrella scene)

Beep beep!

Marinette groaned, rolling over in her loft to blindly pat around for her phone. She must have fallen asleep with it in her hand last night because the beeping had come from right next to her ear.

“Ugh,” Marinette mumbled as her hand finally grasped her phone. She raised it up in front of her face, and squinted at the bright screen.


Marinette raised an eyebrow. Someone must have the wrong number.

She unlocked her phone with the password, and pressed on her messaging app. It opened to the first screen with all her messages, and she quickly tapped on the newest one from ‘unknown’.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Hey! Are we still having that photoshoot in the park today?

Marinette tilted her head, squinting at the message. Photoshoot? Whoever this was DEFINITELY had the wrong number. Marinette was no model, and was generally awful in front of cameras. Not to mention that she was kind of a klutz.

Marinette bit her lip, hesitating, before typing back.

MARINETTE: I’m sorry but I think you’ve got the wrong number. I know nothing about photoshoots besides the fact that I’ve never had one.

Shoot, that was definitely too much of a response. Marinette groaned and dropped her phone down onto her mattress. It was too early for this. Hopefully whoever this person was wouldn’t respond.

Marinette’s hope was crushed a second later when her phone went off again.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Oh I’m so sorry. That was meant for my boss. I hope I didn’t wake you; it’s kinda early.

MARINETTE: it’s okay! Don’t worry about it.

Marinette hit send before exhaling in relief. At least that text was short, and she doubted that the unknown number would continue to text her now.

She locked her phone, sitting up in her bed and rubbing her eyes. It was only five a.m., but she was supposed to be up in thirty minutes anyway to help her parents set up the bakery for the morning customers. It wasn’t really worth going back to sleep now, so Marinette groggily crawled to her loft bed’s ladder and swung her feet down, carrying her phone with her.

It wasn’t like she completely detested talking to people, it was just people she didn’t know and couldn’t even see face to face that made Marinette nervous.


“Seriously?” Marinette muttered to herself, climbing down the ladder and walking over to her desk to flip on a lamp.

She looked down at her phone as her lamp lit up, covering her room in a soft pink glow.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Okay, sorry again.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but are you by any chance good at algebra? I’m desperate.

Marinette hesitated a second before shrugging and typing her response.

MARINETTE: Kind of. I just started this year.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Me too. Maybe we go to the same school?

Warning bells started going off in Marinette’s head, and she carefully typed her response this time.


UNKNOWN NUMBER: Sorry, I guess that was kind of a creepy question from someone you don’t know… Seriously I won’t text you if you don’t want me too. Sorry.

Marinette found herself smiling softly as she read the message. Whoever this was didn’t seem like a bad person. She typed and sent her next response before she could second guess herself.

MARINETTE: No it’s okay! But um, I’d feel better if I didn’t tell you my school.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: I totally understand. Sorry again…AGAIN. xD


Feeling a surge of courage take over her, Marinette typed again.

MARINETTE: So…do you have a name or would you rather not tell me that? Cool either way.


MARINETTE: Marinette

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Well, it was nice meeting you Marinette.

MARINETTE: It was nice to meet you too, Adrien. You gave me a story to tell my best friend later.


MARINETTE: Don’t you have algebra to do? xD

Marinette chuckled as she quickly sent off a text to Alya, telling her about the unknown number, Adrien, was texting her.

MARINETTE (to Alya): So some unknown number texted me. Said his name is Adrien.

ALYA: Girl it’s too early.

ALYA: Is he cute?

Marinette giggled, walking over to her desk chair and plopping down into it. She knew Alya would get curious; she was a reporter, after all.

MARINETTE (to Alya): Idk but does it really matter?

ALYA: It always matters.

Marinette sighed and began to spin around in her desk chair.

MARINETTE: He accidentally texted me instead of his boss this morning. But then he asked me about Algebra. Do you think that means he’s older or my age or…??

ALYA: Probably our age. Fifteen year olds can have jobs, you know. YOU have one.

MARINETTE: But that’s only because mine is a family business.

ALYA: potaeto potahto


Her phone dinged again, and Marinette switched to her chat with Adrien.

ADRIEN: I do have algebra, but if I transfer to school soon I might not have to do this lesson. I’m homeschooled currently, but I’m trying to get my dad to let me transfer to public school.

MARINETTE: Oh that’s cool! Is being homeschooled fun?

Marinette set down her phone and began changing, slipping on her ballet flats and quickly running a brush through her hair before slipping through her trap door down the stairs to the kitchen. She slid her phone in her pocket as she threw on an apron and continued down another floor to the bakery. Her parents were already awake, as she expected them to be.

“Marinette? You’re up early,” her father exclaimed as she entered the kitchen.

“Yeah, uh, something woke me up so I figured I’d just start my day a little early today,” Marinette answered, grinning nervously.

Her father didn’t seem to notice, though. Instead he turned back to the bread he was currently kneading, and tossed Marinette some plastic gloves.

“Go set up the display cases. There should be a few trays of different pastries out there for you already,” he explained.

Marinette dutifully obeyed, turning and marching out of the kitchen and into the main bakery. The trays of pastries were easy to spot, piled high and sitting on top of the counter. Marinette quickly began organizing them, getting halfway through before her phone went off in her pocket.

ADRIEN: I guess. I just wish I had more friends.

Marinette stared at the message a second before replying.

MARINETTE: Oh. Well, you’ve got me? If some random girl over the phone counts.

ADRIEN: Haha, yeah I guess so. Thanks Marinette, you’re really nice.

He sent this one with a photo, and Marinette gaped for a second as a face with blonde hair and absolutely stunning green eyes smiled back at her. It looked like he was in a car. His hair was styled, but also somehow looked natural. And oh my gosh he had freckles, just barely visible on his cheeks.

Marinette smiled and locked her phone, leaving it out on the counter as she began sorting again. Her insides felt warm, though she wasn’t sure if it was from the bakery warmth or from the texts she had just received.

MARINETTE (to Alya): He’s cute.

So Much Left to Say

Chapters: 1/1, 7671 words
Fandom: One Direction (Band)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Football, Established Relationship, Best Friends, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Boys In Love, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Romance, Love

Reason #32: Cheer Someone Up

Harry remembers Louis stalking along the Cougar’s sideline as the final seconds of the game ticked away. He was apart from everyone, with his arms crossed and his head down, sort of fragile looking even in his pads and helmet. Harry’s fingers actually itched to hold his hand, just as they do now.
He holds the phone up to take a selfie and smiles into the camera, trying to ask Louis a question with his eyes. (Are you really okay? Tell me the truth. I bet you’re sitting on your bed, playing Madden, sulking. If you want to see me, I’ll come. I know you better than anyone. You’re sad. I’d like to come.)
He pushes send.

(Harry and Louis play for rival high school football teams, and when they play against each other in the Homecoming game, someone has to lose.)

You Like My Sister, Don't You? (Dustin Henderson x Harrington!reader)

Originally posted by fatalitum

A/N: I always see fanfictions with the reader being Dustin’s sibling and being paired with Steve so I decided to flip it. Hopefully you like😉. Oh yeah, and the reader and Dustin are the same age.

“So Steve,” Dustin said, wiping his greasy, pizza hands off on his jeans. “You’re a hit with the ladies, right?” Steve chuckled. “Minus the whole Nancy Wheeler thing, yeah. I guess chicks kinda dig me,” he responded. Dustin rolled his eyes. “Don’t get cocky, Harrington. Anyways, I need your love advice,” Dustin said. Steve sat up, intrigued at the curly haired boys request. “Is this about that red haired girl? What was it, Maddie or something like that?” Steve asked. “First of all, her name is Max and second of all no. Didn’t you hear she’s been going steady with Lucas?” Dustin replied. “Well sorry I don’t exactly keep up with the middle school news. I don’t exactly care what you little idiots are up to,” Steve said. “Yeah right. You act like our mom all the time. ‘Dustin, don’t do that’, ‘Lucas, listen to me’, 'Mike, you better not’-” “Okay, okay! Shut up already! You want my advice, right?” Steve asked. Dustin nodded quickly. “Then quit it with the impressions and ask me your damn question.” Dustin cleared his throat and got to the point. “How can I tell if she’s into me?” he asked.
“Well that depends, what kind of girl is she?” Steve asked. Dustin smiled longingly. “She’s really nice. And she has this smile that lights up the room. And she’s funny. So funny. We always joke around-” “Oh, so you guys talk?” Steve interrupted. “Oh yeah. A lot. Not to brag but, we’re really good friends,” Dustin said with a wink. Steve raised a brow. “And you’re sure it isn’t that Max chick?” he asked. Dustin put his hands on his head in frustration. “I already told you, I’m over her. And she’s dating Lucas. Man, do you even listen when I talk?” “Nah, most of the time I try and block you out,” Steve sassed with his signature smirk. “Oh ha ha,” Dustin said sarcastically. “Anyways, is it that other girl? The one that helped us out when all that supernatural stuff was going on?” Steve asked. “Eleven?” Dustin asked in disbelief. “Oh, no, no, no. I would never. She’s like my sister! And plus Mike would probably kill me if I did like her,” Dustin said. Steve raised his hands in defense. “Well sorry, but like I said, I don’t keep up with all your activities. I don’t know who you interact with. I only know those two girls in your little group.” “Um, it’s called a party, Steven. Educate yourself,” Dustin corrected. “And you don’t necessarily need to know her to help me…I’d actually rather you not,” he said, mumbling that last part, making it go unheard by Steve. “Well go on. How does she act around you?” he asked. “Well, we love to joke around. We have a lot of inside jokes and we pass notes a lot.” Dustin chuckled a bit. “Actually, one time, we got in trouble in Mr. Clarke’s science class and got sent to the principals office, and she lied her way out of it. It was pretty hot, actually.” “You know that’s funny. My little sister actually told me a story about her almost getting detention for…” Steve’s words faded as he stared at the boy in front of him. “'Passing notes with the Henderson kid’,” he quoted. Dustin’s face lit up. “She mentioned me?” he asked. That was all the confirmation Steve needed.
“Of course. I should’ve known. You like (Y/N), don’t you?” Steve asked, getting up and towering over Dustin. “Believe me, I would rather her not be a Harrington, because that’d mean seeing less of you but…I do really like her. So I’m willing to put up with you.” Steve backed away. “You really do like her? You don’t just want her so people can see she’s a Harrington and not pick on you?” Steve asked, voice going quiet. Dustin nodded. Steve mumbled curses as he turned around and ran a hand through his flawless hair. He turned around. “Listen, kid. Not many people have sincerely liked my sister. Just for her reputation and last name. But you.” Steve stared at Dustin silently for a moment. “Something just tells me that you’re good for her. And that you really do like her.” “So…I have your blessing now or what?” Dustin asked as he got up from Steve’s bed. “Because that’s kinda pointless. I was gonna ask her out anyways.” Steve grabbed Dustin’s collar. “But you’re also an ignorant, insensitive little bastard with no filter. So if you ever hurt my little sister or break her heart, you can bet your ass I will show up at your door step with my bat ready to beat you to a pulp, you understand me, Henderson?” Steve threatened. Dustin sighed. “Yes, yes. Now get your ugly face out of mine,” he said and brushed his shirt off dramatically once Steve let him go and head to the door. “Oh and, kid?” Steve called. Dustin turned around. “She is into you. Like, a lot. Honestly, it’s kind of exhausting hearing Dustin this and Henderson kid that,” Steve chuckled. Dustin gave him a toothy smile in response.
After telling Steve he was going to let himself out and making sure no one was in the hallway, Dustin went to your bedroom door. He knocked. He tapped his foot anxiously as he heard footsteps and then twisting of the doorknob. “Oh,” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you appeared in the doorway. “Hey Dustin.” He smiled. “What’s up, (Y/N)?” You shrugged. “Just studying for that science test,” you said. “Yeah Mr. Clarke sure is getting on us about that, huh?” he chuckled. You laughed slightly in response. “Yeah.” You two stood there for a while in uncomfortable silence, avoiding eye contact. Finally Dustin cleared his throat. “Okay. I’ve been working up to this moment for a while now and I think I should just say it now. (Y/N) Harrington, will you do the honors of going out with-” “Yes.” Your eyes widened and you covered your mouth. “I’m so, so sorry. It’s just I heard you and Steve talking 'cause we have really thin walls and I knew you were gonna ask me out but I didn’t know when and I just got really nervous I’m sorry,” you apologized. He smiled at you. “All I care about is that I got a yes,” he said making you laugh. After that, you just stared at each other, both of you wondering how you got so incredibly lucky. In a surge of courage, you moved forward, pressing a sweet and quick kiss to Dustin’s lips. When you pulled away he just stared at you, wide eyed. “I wish you would’ve done that at school. The guys won’t believe me,” he said. “Well then I’ll just do it again,” you responded with a slight smirk.
“Alright, kids.” Steve appeared, arms folded, looking looking like an angry soccer mom of five that wanted to speak to the manger. Which he technically was. “Back to studying,” he said pointing at you and then directed his attention to Dustin. “And, man, will you just go home?” Dustin just rolled his eyes before looking at you one last time and winking before making his ways down the stairs. When Steve heard the front door close he looked at you again. “Hey,” he said. You looked his way. “I’m happy for you.” With that he retreated to his room. You did the same, a huge smile on your face.

Broken Not Shattered (Teen Dad AU Jaehyun/ Brother AU Mark)

Originally posted by limitless-jaehyun

Type: Angst Fluff

Request: Nct Mark lee (changed to Jaehyun) teenage dad au, but the mother of his child dies at birth.

Okay, i get it. And yes the little brother would be great, maybe for jaehyun?

~the original plot involved Mark in the dad position but we have gotten to the point to just make Mark the brother instead and it has the original plot to it~

It happened to be a harsh reality, a major wake up call to everyone in and around your family. You were healthy and could have lived a long long life but you kept something secret at least from your little brother. The fact that there wasn’t a large chance you’d make in through birthing your daughter. Of course no one was thinking that, not even the people you told. Mark came into the room for only a few minutes, his older teenage sibling was holding a tiny little baby girl. No dad who cared to actually be a dad so only your family was there to raise her. Then the next moment you were flat lining rather quickly. In a rush Mark ended up holding his niece as the sweet moment went tragic. He couldn’t believe he had watched his sister die, his arms were filled with a crying newborn and his innocent world was shattered. 


Your room was as you left it before you passed away. No one in your home was able to get anything from it, Mark even ended up having his little niece Camari sleeping in his room instead. “When are you coming back to school?” Jeno asked Mark who sat down on his bed “I have to go back next week” he spoke calmly “are you okay? That’s not the right question, are you feeling better?” he  asked Mark “physically yeah I’m fine, mentally” he sighs as he quickly got up and began picking up the little clothing that littered his floor “my sister is dead and it’s something that takes more than a month to get over but I have to start living again” he told his younger. “So are you going to raise Camari once you graduate?” he then was asked “I mean I will help but she’s legally under my parents care” he comments as he puts rags, little socks, and onesies into his hamper. 

“I’ll do my best don’t worry” he smiled at his friend.


The moment he walked into school he felt a different aura in it than normally, the little memorial for you irked him. The people who cried and gave him saddened looks were the same people who bullied and called you names because you were nothing more than a pregnant ‘slut’ to all of them who was ruining her life for keeping the baby. He went to class, the once bubbly and happy teen he was had been replaced by a silent and mellow one. He had reality thrust at him and it made him grow up. He sat in his desk as everyone had left for lunch “yo Mark!” he heard from the door as Haechan leaned there “come on” he said as Mark nodded and got up.

The group started to the cafeteria but right before they went in Mark had stopped. He watched as a male made his move on a girl “Mark are you okay?” Renjun asked before everything snapped. One minute he was there and the next he was being yanked off of the male he had managed to take down.


Jaehyun sat in the office with a bag of ice covering the left side of his face. He had a black eye, busted lower lip, and his body had taken a few good blow from Mark who only had bloody knuckles. “Mark what the hell have you done?” his mother’s voice filled the room as Jaehyun looked over before looking away. Soon Jaehyun’s parents piled in as they were horrified what damage had been done to their son. “This boy has beat my son, unprovoked. Why isn’t he in cuff?” Jaehyun’s mother asked “it wasn’t unprovoked” Mark hissed “I wasn’t doing anything” Jaehyun threw back.

“I couldn’t let you do it again” Mark said confusing the room “Mark-” “he killed my sister” he nearly yelled. “Mark” his mother shook his head “she died giving birth-” “the baby had to get in there somehow didn’t it?” Mark commented sarcastically “what are you talking about boy?” Jaehyun’s father spoke “your son got my sister pregnant” Jaehyun began panicking “you’re lying” “and you should sneak out of my house better” Mark told him. “Fine, I told her to get rid of it. She thought it was wrong to do so. I didn’t want it and still don’t-” “you don’t have a choice” his father cut him off “what?” Jaehyun looked up “if you wouldn’t have been stupid a girl might not be dead and you wouldn’t have gotten your ass beaten by a sophomore” he explained as Mark smirked.


“I don’t want to do this” Jaehyun said to his mother “I don’t care. You’re going to take care of your daughter” she told him. He was once more in your home, he was having to pick up things that his daughter needed. “Everything you need is in a bag in Mark’s room” Mark’s mother spoke as Jaehyun sighed and headed down the hall. His eyes landed on the door to your room. It was wide open as he walked into the room, his eyes landed on the crib in the corner. Newborn baby clothing, tiny toys here and there.

He looked around the room, memories began shooting through his head. Your first kiss was by the door as he kissed you before he left. He took a seat on the bed as he could feel a tingle in his back and neck where you used to massage him at when he sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes began to water as he stood up and walked to your desk. He turned the computer on, his eyes met with the background of the desktop. Every ultrasound you had for 8 months was there. And only one icon was visible.

He dragged the mouse over it as a word document came up.

‘Hello whoever is reading this,

I guess I didn’t make it…..

Please don’t be too sad, I choice this for myself.

It’s hard to imagine my little girl growing up without mommy, or even daddy but I know she’ll be in good hands. Mom, dad, Mark. I know you’ll do your best for the little alien, like Mark always joked. I’m glad I was blessed with a supportive family. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you Mark, I know it would have been a thing that loomed over you the whole time I was pregnant. You wouldn’t enjoy the fact I had life growing in me if you knew.

Tell my little girl…don’t fall in love with the first boy who charms her. I know it won’t happen that way because love is love. I have the motherly worry in me and I never want her to feel what I did but I guess I should thank him as well.

You brightened my world by giving me her. Even if I never get to watch her grow up, I’m happy. And I hate to say it but I still think about you, your love you gave me before all of this was wonderful and something to cherish as you’ll be my first and only love I ever have.

I don’t really know what else to say, I’ve known I will have problems and have come to accept that for the most parts. But death is so scary. I’m scared to die so scared. But I know I’m doing what I think is right.

Love the memories but please don’t get stuck in the past. Make new ones with Camari Please!

Love always,


Jaehyun sat quietly wiping his tears, it hit him so hard. You loved him and he’d be the first and only man who broke your heart. You died because you birthed his child. He felt so bad for thinking so little of his daughter, you had given up everything for her and he wasn’t willing to give her a minute of his time. He ventured into your pictures on the computer, many pictures of your life came up. You must have looked at the often while you sat there.

“I’ll do it for you. She’ll grow up with a daddy” he spoke to himself “you were-are my first love too. I’m so sorry” he continued. “I didn’t leave the door open for you to come in here to ruin everything” another voice filled his ears startling him. Mark stood there. Jaehyun’s face glowed in the light of the desktop before he wiped his eyes and got up. “I’m sorry for all the troubles I’ve caused your family” he said as he rushed out and headed towards Mark’s room to grab the bag.

Mark walked in your room for the first time in a while to see what was on your computer. His eyes were filled with a picture of you and Jaehyun, you two looked so happy together. He changed the picture as soon a picture of you two together came up, you were so young in this one. Mark’s face had a genuine smile on it, he used to get so annoyed with all the pictures but now they were almost as precious as his niece. He read the letter feeling bitter sweet the whole time before he let out a sigh shutting the computer down and getting up. He looked around the room before he picked up your prized stuffed animal bringing it close, he was going to treasure it until your daughter was old enough to love it as well. “I’ll come visit again sometime. But now the boys want to hang out and I think I will this time” he spoke to the room. “Good night Y/N. Thank you and I love you sis” he continued as he shut the door.

From the archives

A Transcript of His Highness Prince Kiem’s Speech to Graduating Class Seven Students, Braska Prime School, 36:12:7 

Okay, so first, can you all hear me? How about you, at the back - Class Three, is it? Shout a bit louder? Great. I should probably start by saying sorry that the mic isn’t working. Apparently the mic needs power - there’s your science lesson for the day - and the backup generator is busy keeping the heat and light on for all of us in this hall, so we have zero chance of a mic until the power comes back on. I’ll just shout, okay? Okay.

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Long Lost Moment

Jughead x Reader

Summary: Jughead and the reader have a moment right before the reader leaves for a trip over the summer. The reader returns, only to find out that a lot has changed.

    Being away all summer had been an eye opening experience. Leaving Riverdale to volunteer at schools in India had made you value how lucky you were to be born into a middle class, kind and loving family. It had also made you see that life was too short not to be honest, and shoot for what your heart desired. As the taxi pulled up to Pop’s diner, you thanked the driver and grabbed your luggage, taking a deep breath before heading for the entrance. You knew that you could do this, that you could tell him. Just before you boarded the plane, he had kissed you goodbye. Although it wasn’t much, it was enough to make you realize that you wanted more from your relationship. He was your best friend, and you had always told each other everything. You only hoped that this time wouldn’t be any different. Pulling open the door, you made your way inside, immediately spotting his dark hair curled around his beanie. Smiling, you thought about how much you had missed this place, missed him. Walking up behind him, you noticed that he was he was looking at his computer intently, with headphones in his ears. For a moment, you took in the sight of him, typing away, before you yanked out one of the headphones. Startled, he jumped and quickly turned around.

“What the-” As his eyes focused on you, his expression changed from irritation to shock. “Y/N, I didn’t think you were getting back for another 3 weeks?”

“Well hello to you too Juggie.” You said, rolling your eyes and plopping down onto the seat in front of him.

“No, I’m sorry, I just wish I had known. I would’ve had a surprise waiting, or I could’ve come to get you at the airport.” Jughead sighed, and then groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“Hey.” You said, prying his hands off of his face. “I was just kidding. I’m happy enough to see you. I’ve missed you so much. I have so much to tell you, you have no idea. How about I order a milkshake for us to share and then I can tell-”

     Your sentence was cut off by Jughead looking out the window, almost as if he was suddenly in a daze. Following his gaze, you saw Betty, walking past the window, up to Pop’s. Confused, you snapped a finger in front of Jughead’s face. “Jug, what’s up?” You asked but he just looked at you with vacant stare, as though he was concentrating on something in his mind.

     Hearing the ding of Pop’s door, you looked up to see Betty freeze as she made eye contact with you. Betty had always been one of your closest friends, and became lost at what was even going on. Her face fell as she slowly walked up to the table. One of her delicate hands laid on Jughead’s shoulder, and his trance was broken as he looked up at her.

“Hey.” He said, forcing a slight smile. “How are you?” Jughead’s entire body language changed. He was tense and awkward, and you were left confused.

“You know, I’ve been better.” Betty responded quietly, eyeing me for a second and then avoiding my eyes.

“Are you guys okay?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Um, yeah of course! I was just coming to pick up an order, actually. But wow, Y/N, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you would be back early. This is just…great!” Betty smiled, hugging you. “Well, I am going to get that order, but I’ll see you at school on Monday, right?”

    You nodded, still unsure at to what had just happened. Betty turned around and quickly headed to Pop’s counter, uttering some words you couldn’t make out. Pop sighed and loaded a small box with fries, handing it over to Betty. Glancing at you and Jughead once more, she waved and exited the diner. Weird, you thought. Averting your attention back to Jughead, you looked at him, puzzled. “So are you going to explain what just happened or am I just going to have to ask Betty on Monday?”

Jughead avoided eye contact with you and picked at the corner of his laptop screen. “A lot, happened, over the summer. I-Betty was going through a lot and I got into a fight with Archie. You were gone and we just kind of-we”

“Oh my god, did you two hook up?” You interjected, with an obviously disgusted look on your face.

     Rubbing one eye, he continued. “We kissed, just the other day. I haven’t seen her since then, until just then, that is.”

     Shaking your head you bit your cheek. “Well that’s, great then. Glad you two really bonded. I always told you that you and Betty should be closer. I just didn’t know it was going to be in that way.” You said, bitterness laced in your words.

“Look, we had a moment, but Betty knows it didn’t mean anything more than that. She’s going through alot right now and I’m…going through alot right now and we were alone and it just, happened.” Jughead reached for your hand but you moved it back.

“No, it’s fine. By all means, don’t let our moment impact whatever you and Betty have.” You held your hands in the air.

“Y/N, it’s not like that. I was lonely and three weeks felt like forever to wait until you came back. I’m not going to apologize for the fact that I needed someone. And I didn’t seek Betty out in a romantic way, I just knew that I needed to move on from you and she needed to move on from Archie and it seemed like the right thing to do at the time.” He paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath. “My dad, he’s drunk or high all of the time and mom and Jellybean moved out. I was living at the Drive In but they shut it down, so I’ve been living in the closet under the school. I just…needed someone.”

     Guilt and sorrow began to wash over you as you listened to what had happened in the short time that you were gone. “Jughead.” You whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

     As the last two words fell from your mouth, Jughead’s expression had switched from anguish to anger. “You know how hard it was for me to kiss you, and then have you leave for two months? With no contact? And I couldn’t stop you from doing something that would be such a great experience for you, but in my head, I secretly hoped that you would change your mind, at the airport. That you would decide that you just wanted to stay here, with me.”

“Juggie, it was only two months.” You told him in a hushed voice, trying to calm him down.

“Yeah, this time. What about when we graduate, and I’m stuck here, taking care of Jellybean because no one else will, while you leave, to go onto better things, and better places, and better people?” His voice cracked as he spoke, his anger disappearing.

“I would never leave you like that. I-I-Jughead I love you, in every sense of the word. You’re right, I do want to leave Riverdale, but not if it means leaving my best friend, or his little bug of a sister.” You smiled at him and at the thought of Jellybean.

     Taking my hands in his, he wrapped his hands around yours, kissing the top of them. His eyes fluttered close as he sniffled, a tear working its’ way down his cheek. “I’m sorry about Betty.” He finally broke the silence.

     Untangling your hands you wiped the tear off of his face with your thumb. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you. I can’t believe what you’re going through. The thought of you alone, and scared, breaks my heart, and if Betty helped you, even a little bit, then I’m thankful to her. I want you to tell me everything that’s happened since I’ve been gone, but first, I’m going to call my mom and arrange something so that you aren’t sleeping at school anymore. You know we have that spare guest room downstairs and I think she’d be happy to let you stay there.”

Jughead offered a faint smile. “Thank you, Y/N. Really. I’m so happy and relieved that you are back.”

     You nodded and proceeded to dial your mother’s number. The conversation between you two was short, as she instantly agreed to let Jughead stay with you. After ending the call, you looked up at Jughead who no longer looked sad and distraught. Taking your hand in his once more, you watched as his eyes glistened. “So let’s hear about this trip, with that milkshake you so kindly offered earlier of course.”

     Both of you laughed and you happily agreed. “One more thing.” Jughead said, biting his lip as he studied your eyes. “I love you too.”

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ot4 + food!!!

“Adrien, sit down.”

Adrien glanced between the three of them. “Is…something wrong?”

“It’s about the Camembert,” Nino explained as Alya gestured to the free seat they’d left for Adrien.

“We’re worried,” Marinette added, frowning up at him.

Adrien sank into the chair with a low groan. “Okay, it’s not-”

“You know there’s other food out there, right? Other cheeses, too.” Alya leaned in closer. “But every day, we all have to kiss you while you smell like Camembert.”

Nino made a face. “And every time you come over, our rooms always smell like the angry ghost of an abandoned cheese factory.”

Adrien raised a brow, but Alya and Marinette both nodded in agreement.

“There’s just so many other things you could eat.” Marinette grinned. “We have some other options for you if you’ll just-

“Wait. You don’t understand-” Adrien began again.

“Look,” Alya interrupted, holding out her hand, “Just give up the Camembert, and we can introduce you to food that tastes way better and doesn’t smell like it could kill you.”

“It’s not mine!” Adrien shouted.

The trio shared a look before Nino asked, “Okay, whose is it, then?”

“It’s um…” Adrien scrambled to figure out a plausible excuse for a moment. “It’s Nathalie’s.”

“Nathalie?” Marinette asked, brows furrowed.

“Yeah… We, um, go by a cheese shop on the way to school and we pick some up for her.” Adrien knew the excuse was flimsy at best, but maybe, just maybe, he’d be lucky and Alya wouldn’t question him.

“Why doesn’t she carry it herself?” Alya asked.

So much for luck. “She, uh…” Adrien considered for a second. “Well, my father can’t stand the smell, and she’s around him all the time, so I offered.”

“Really?” Alya watched him for a moment, no doubt looking for any kind of sign that he was trying to lie to her. “So, you don’t like Camembert? At all?”

Adrien nodded. “Trust me. I hate Camembert.” At least this was one question he could answer honestly.

“Fine.” Alya settled back in her seat. “I guess I believe you.” She jabbed a finger in Adrien’s direction. “But, you have to talk to Nathalie about something that helps with the smell, okay?”

“We’re still eating the snacks and everything, right?” Marinette asked, peeking back at the table they’d hidden just out of view. “I mean, we missed lunch for this.”

“Yeah, of course.” Nino grinned. “But now we can watch whatever we want instead of food documentaries.”

“I spent hours looking for those,” Alya grumbled.

“It was sweet of you to find them. But…” Marinette reached out to squeeze Alya’s hand. “They were a little dry, and my dad found a bunch of cheesy old horror movies last night.”

They spent the rest of the afternoon squeezed together on Marinette’s couch, exchanging snacks, laughing at movies together, and threatening to exile Adrien to the floor if he made one more cheese-related pun.

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Under the Stars (Taemin x Reader)

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Under the Stars

Taemin x Reader      (Taemin of SHINee) 


a/n: pure fluff. AU- you’re high school students. Enjoy.

description: When you decided to not go to prom but Taemin has something else in mind for you.


Three knocks sounded on your front door. Who on earth would be showing up to your house this late on a Friday evening? Everyone was supposed to be at your school’s prom having the time of their lives, unlike you, who has been sitting on your couch watching Netflix for the past several hours. It’s not that you didn’t want to go to prom, you actually had wanted to go very bad. The problem is, no one had asked you to go to the dance as their date.

For the months leading up to this dreaded night, you had tried to drop hints to your friend Taemin that you were interested in going as his date, but as usual, everything went right over his head. Whether you would bring up whatever dresses you saw online, or what lipstick would go with which heels for the dance, the poor kid never realized why you were talking about those things with him. One week ago was when you finally gave up on your efforts.

 “(Y/n), which dress did you end up going with? The red one?” Taemin smiled as he sat down next to you in the lunch room.

“None of them. I’m not going to prom anymore,” you said as you awkwardly picked at your meal. You were hoping that Taemin had completely forgotten about your conversations about your prom attire, but being the good friend that he is, he remembered your previous talks and had wanted to check in on you. Taemin’s expression turned to confusion.

“But why? You were planning everything out so meticulously! You had almost everything picked out, even your lipstick!” He looked at you incredulously.

 “I dunno, it’s just a lot of hassle for absolutely no reason. I hate half of the people that go to this school anyway, why would I want to spend so much money just to be stuck with them for an entire evening?” You felt bad for lying to Taemin about the real reason of why you weren’t planning on attending prom, but it was much less embarrassing to lie than to say that you were too scared to go prom without a date. Taemin looked down at his food with a sad expression and you wondered if you saw a hint of disappointment on his face as well.

“Well, I think that you should still go. It’s a big part of high school and you’ll be sad to have missed it later on. Also, I’m sure you’d look beautiful in any of the dresses that you showed me before,” he flashed a small solemn smile as he still looked down at his food. ‘If he thought you’d look beautiful in any of the dresses,’ you thought to yourself, ‘then why didn’t he ask you to the dance? Also he is he to tell me about missing out on high school experiences, he’s not going to prom either!’

Taemin took a glance at his watch and sighed, “Dammit, it’s already 12:30, I told Kibum that I would help him with his music theory assignment. I’ll just bring my lunch with me, I guess. See you later, (y/n),” he was up from the table in a flash with his lunch tray in hand. Soon enough, you saw the black haired boy running out of the lunch room door.

“Cool, I’ll just…. Stay here then,” you mumbled to yourself as you continued wondering why Taemin couldn’t have just asked you to the stupid dance.

You got off of your couch and made your way to the door. Upon opening it, you were faced with a beaming Taemin. He was dressed in a black suit and was holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Wh-what on Earth are you doing here? And dressed like that?” you stuttered.

”(Y/n), I’m here to take you to our prom.“ Taemin held out the bouquet for you to take. You reluctantly took the flowers from his hands. Isn’t the dance almost over by now? you thought to yourself.

 "But Tae… I don’t have a dress… or a ticket… and my hair is a mess…” you said uneasily as you looked down. Taemin touched under your chin and tipped your head up at him.

"It doesn’t matter, (y/n), I didn’t say we were going to the prom. I’m going to take you to our prom,” He took your hand and guided you out of the door and further out onto your front lawn. You couldn’t help but gasp when you saw the beautiful twinkle lights that decorated the area in front of you. How had you not noticed anyone outside setting all of this up? Taemin’s brother, Jonghyun, was over in the corner behind all of the lights with a table set up. His laptop and a small speaker were hooked up with a few wires. Jonghyun gave an awkward wave and you nodded to him. 

"Taemin, what did you do. This is too much… and you really didn’t have to,” you softly stated. Your mind was in disbelief, why would Taemin have gone through all of this effort just for you?

"But I wanted to,” he let out a small laugh and put his hand on your waist. He gently pulled you in close to him.

“But why? Why didn’t you just ask me to go with you to the actual prom? I was waiting for you to ask me for all of that time,” you looked into his eyes as you asked him the question that has been burdening your mind for several weeks.

“I thought you already had a date. I thought that you wouldn’t have been planning everything out like you were unless someone had asked you to go with them because most people don’t go without a date. I was mad at myself for missing my chance to ask you to go with me,” A slight blush found its way to Taemin’s cheeks. You smiled and mentally kicked yourself for never mentioning to him that you were still looking for a date. “I think everything worked out though, even with all of that miscommunication,” Taemin smiled.

 “I’d say so,” you said with a laugh, “I just wish that I was wearing something nicer. You’re dressed up in a suit and then here I am in a t-shirt.” you shook your head slightly.

“(Y/n), you look fine. More than fine. Although I wish I could’ve seen you in that red dress at the dance, I think that you look even more beautiful right now,” Taemin said as he brought you closer to him. Your heart warmed at his words. He glanced over at Jonghyun and gave a small nod. Jonghyun clicked around on his laptop and then soft music started drifting through the air. You locked eyes with Taemin as you brought your hands up to rest them around his neck. The two of you began to sway back and forth lightly, enjoying each others company. Dancing with Taemin under the stars was so much better than any school dance could ever be. It was the perfect start to a perfect night.



“Guys? Are you done yet? Will you be fine if I go home?” Jonghyun finally spoke up after a couple hours of him being silent. You and Taemin were still dancing to the playlist that Jonghyun had made for you two. At this point, it was well past 1 AM, and Jonghyun was feeling like an awkward third wheel. Neither of you had heard Jonghyun’s question over the music. “I’m uh… I’m just gonna go, alrigh- oh god okay, bye,” Jonghyun grabbed his keys off of the table and dashed towards his car. He definitely did not sign up to watch his brother start making out with you.

When We Were Young - Part One

Summary: Mick Davies has been like a friend to you since you were a kid and decided to sneak out of school to spend time with him. Unfortunately, though you got caught and that way, got separated from Mick. Up to this day, you were saddened that you couldn’t do more for him. Until you happened to come across him on your vacation in America.

Words: 1465

Pairing: Mick Davies x Reader (This part is Primary School Age)

Warnings: Rude parents, eventually a tiny bit angsty but nothing much

A/N: This part kinda sucks, I know bad for the beginning but it’ll get better. I hope at least.


“Mum can we go get some ice-cream?” you had asked your mother once she picked you up from school.

“Of course. After you had such a great first week of school, you deserve it,” she nodded and smiled at you before walking over to the little ice-cream stand at a park near your school.

Lucky enough you could convince your mother to stay at the park and watch the squirrels while you ate your ice-cream. That was when you noticed him for the first time.

You believed he was around the same age as you. His clothes had holes and were dirty, his head facing the ground but you could still make out that he was sad. After looking around for a few moments, you didn’t seem to find his parents. Was he alone? Was that the reason he was sad? If it was, you could have been his friend and make him happy right?

“Mum? Can I give the rest of my ice-cream to this boy?” you pulled on your mother’s sleeve and pointed to the boy.

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