ad the fun thing is that i was with most of my classmates

-Kinetic Abilities Prompt List A Edition

Acidikinesis - Control Sloth

  • I have a personal vendetta against someone wildly more successful than me so I’m trying to make them lazy.
  • You don’t know how to relax so I’m literally filling you with laziness but you just won’t stop.
  • I work at an animal shelter and I sometimes make the animals fit what people are looking for by removing or adding laziness. You haven’t lived until you saw a cat with 0% laziness.

Aciukinesis - Control Sharpness

  • Did you know that most man made spheres are still more jagged than the earth itself? You haven’t experienced softness until you felt a perfectly smooth ball. There’s also not a lot of traction so please cup it in your hands.
  • I’m one of the only chefs here that doesn’t have some sort of hot or cold ability. But me being very clumsy, the ability to make all my knives dull saves my fingers a lot.
  • I keep making all the knives in the kitchen blunt so I can watch my parent-in-law get frustrated and lose their dominance over me.

Aerokinesis - Control Air

  • I can control the air but that doesn’t do a lot so I just got a few wind turbines for my property, so I get power for free. It’s a small win, but I like it. 
  • Sometimes I go to the beach and set up a kite rental booth while making it windy. It doesn’t make much but it helps with rent.
  • No one thinks that controlling air is that cool of a super power until I take it out of their lungs.

Aestatekinesis - Control Summer

  • I hate sweating so I made this summer really mild but it’s affecting my town’s farming economy.
  • I forgot that Alaska’s still supposed to be pretty cold in the summer and I may have made the ice caps melt a little more.

Aggressiokinesis - Control Anger

  • I work in tandem with a crisis clinic and so far, there isn’t a patient I can’t calm down.
  • My anti-aggression dog classes are the best in the business. I even stop by pet shelters.
  • I just love watching these people tear each other limb from limb with blind rage. I’m gonna be sad to see you go though.

Aidoskinesis - Control Humidity

  • One of the only things good about my powers is that I can make my boss’ office so humid they have horrible hair and sweat stains for their meeting with corporate. 
  • My greenhouse is always at the perfect humidity even in the dead of winter.
  • I’m gulty of making someone so humid they’ve taken off their shirt before. It’s a blessing.

Alcokinesis - Control Alcohol

  • You always get too out of hand with your drinking so I just take the alcohol content out of your drinks.
  • My coworker bugs the hell out of me and they’re going in for a company-wide drug test today. I made their breakfast have a healthy amount of alcohol.
  • It’s very fun to see someone pantamime being drunk when they think they are when in actuality I’ve taken all the alcohol out of their drink.

Amokinesis - Control Love and Desire

  • Shit are you actually in love with me or did I manipulate you into liking me?
  • As a joke I was going to make my classmate fall in love with whoever came in next but you did and now I’m very jealous.
  • I make people forget about me when we break up so it’s easy on them but I can’t get rid of my own love for them, even when there’s no chance of getting back together ever now. 

Anthracokinesis - Control Coal

  • I like being alone so I move to Centralia and just turn off the surrounding coals when I’m walking over them. It’s very quiet but very smoky. I need to leave town to buy a gas mask.
  • I bought a bit of land and made a little mine before buying a truckload of coal and just stiking it in the walls. Then, I compressed it all into diamonds.
  • So my parents gave me a little tough love as a child and gave me a piece of coal one christmas. I’ll admit, I was a naughty child. But that piece of coal made me learn of my powers. It’s the only piece I’ll never manipulate anymore.

Antikinesis - Control Antimatter

  • No you can’t come to my antimatter dimension. It’s very private.
  • I think we had a good run, I’m just gonna get a black hole in here real quick.
  • I always wanted to visit Chernobl, good thing I can just sort of turn off the gamma radation and go for a walk. 

Argentokinesis - Control Silver

  • Whoops I’m in werewolf country better make all my clothes and stuff have silver mesh.
  • “Yes this is genuine gold” I say to someone when I took the silver content out of a ring.
  • So I don’t have the best impulse control. I made my rude neighbor’s prized dog into a silver statue and now it’s like… eighty sets of flatwear.

Arthrokinesis - Control Joints

  • I may be a very inactive person, but damned if my joints ever pop. I’m doing sprints anytime I feel like it.
  • I got too excited testing how much I could let my joints move and may have dislocated by shoulder. 
  • Yes, I tried to suck my own dick. Yes, I should have realized that there is actually bone stopping me from bending my spine like that. Don’t laugh at me.

Asterokinesis - Control Cosmic Energy

  • I’ve ascended to be the god of the universe and all I want to do is to stop being in charge and just have some time off for once.
  • I saw how much earth was desperate to meet other beings so I made some closer planets support life. 
  • I’m not just some giant being in space. I’m a regular person. I buy groceries, collect rocks, and I’m desperate for people to never know I made them. 

Astrakinesis - Control Astral Energy

  • I am nearly constantly disassociating. The good news is that I have like thirty dream selves I can be while the others go on autopilot. 
  • I can see spirits so I just deal with ghosts for a living. Most of the time they’re just confused.
  • I can work as a medium for ghosts to talk through but you roleplaying with your dead datemate is the last straw.

Astronkinesis - Control Remnants of Cosmic Substances

  • I realized that in my lifetime I would never see a mission to a star so I made some much closer to us.
  • I don’t feel like this world’s really going anywhere. I’m just gonna supernova the sun next weekend. 
  • My tarot card readings are always perfect and I sincerely want you to leave the country.

Atmokinesis - Control Weather

  • I am the best weather forecaster the world has ever seen. I work for a small town in rural country though. I think I have five hundred viewers on a daily basis? 
  • I always make sure my neighbor’s/parent’s/friend’s/etc farm gets the best weather.
  • My entrences are always punctuated with lightening and I love it.

Atomkinesis - Control Atoms

  • It’s like 3-D printing, only much better. Check out this awesome watch I made.
  • I hope you like nuclear wastelands, because that’s what you’re getting.
  • Surprise, your house is full of radon gas!it’ll stay that way until you do what I say.

Audiokinesis - Control Sound 

  • Nothing quite like a day of absolute silence when you have an audio processing disorder.
  • Movies are very fun to watch when I can make one character silent and just ad lib the dialogue.
  • The fact that I can chat style silence someone is the best.

Aurokinesis - Control Aura

  • I can see how people act before ever talking to them, that’s why you’re the only one in the room I’m going to talk to. 
  • Where I live, auras are very important. So I can easily hide among them as someone without giving an inkling of malice.
  • I personally hate you so now you get too radiate bad energy until you apologize. 

Aurokinesis - Control Gold

  • I’m allergic to what they use in fake gold but I have no money for good jewelry so I just make it gold after I buy it for cheap. 
  • It’s not quite the Midas touch, but I’ve pulled that prank before. 
  • I make golden jewelry and sculptures by making them out of clay/wood/etc and turning them into gold for huge profits.

Autumnuskinesis - Control Autumn

  • My hometown capitalizes on my love of pumpkins and sweater weather by becoming a destination for those looking to beat the heat but don’t want to own a down jacket. 
  • I can make things rot. So I rotted my neighbor’s garden a week before harvest. 
  • I make autumn immediately follow winter so now the world’s harvesting systems are fucked because I get pollen allergies. 

Avarikinesis - Control Greed

  • I’m trying to make the world fair by taking all the greed out of high-ranking officials but sometimes that was their only driving force and they have no actual job experience. 
  • I made someone comically greedy because being a superhero in a town in which no banks need protecting is boring.
  • I want so desperately to not have to take greed out of anymore people. It’s getting so tiring. I need to go on a vacation. 

Avikinesis - Control Avains

  • Having hawks fly to my aide when my boss was giving me shit in the parking lot was definitely a sweet move.
  • I may live in this cottage alone, but these birds are more than enough company. One of them just told me about someone who ate shit on pavement last week in a city ten miles away. It’s awesome.
  • “Bats fly, right? Why can’t I control bats?” “Please just let me do my work.” ‘What about bugs?” “Please go home.” “Do flying fish count?”
Kiss Me Not

-Part 1- 

( A little bit of world-building. This is an au so a few, tiny things are different)

tags: drarry, hogwarts eighth year, soulmates au


When Cho went to kiss him sniffling and grieving, her cheeks stained with tears, it was if they both hit an invisible wall in the air. A pressure that grew as they got closer and pushed them away from each other. The closest Cho got to him was about three inches then she pulled back with a shaky laugh.

“Figures,” she smiled weakly and reached out a hand to pat his shoulder and then dropped it as she stepped back, “See you around.”

Harry immediately went and told Ron and Hermione.

Ron grimaced, “Oooh, tough luck there, mate.”

Harry frowned at him, “What do you mean?”

Hermione cocked her head thoughtfully as she set her quill down, “I’ve read about this… Sometimes a witch or wizards magical signature is so completely incompatible with another that they repel one another like… magnets. You know how when they’re opposite poles the magnets stick together but the same pole repel and you can’t even push them together? It’s like that.”

“But then, I wouldn’t be able to touch her at all? I’ve touched Cho… her arm, I’m pretty sure I’ve touched her arm,” Harry said in confusion.

“Well, that’s the very interesting thing about it, you see, our magic is quite sedate most of the time unless we’re using it to cast or when we’re very agitated- that’s where spontaneous uncontrolled magic comes from,” Hermione said, spreading her hands as she became more engaged in the subject, “and when you’re about to do something like… kiss someone you really fancy-” 

Harry flushed.

“-your heart rate picks up and you get nervous and you magic gets agitated. Our bodies are really quite bad at telling the difference between good, excited nervous and more life threatening bad nervous. It only really affects you when you’re really close to someone as well, so it’s not really that noticeable a majority of the time.”

“Oh…” Harry said blankly.

“Don’t worry,” Ron reassured him, “It’s really rare to be that repelled.”

Hermione nodded in agreement, “It’s like- in a sample size of- of a thousand people, you’ll be slightly repelled from four or five and strongly repelled by only one, at the most.”

Ron added, “And it’s not all bad. If you find someone you’re a really good match with it’s like- like amazing, the best thing ever. True love and all. My mum and dad are like that.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Hermione said.

Ron nodded, “Yeah, there’ll be others.”

Harry nodded too, trying not to dwell on what had happened.



When he tried to kiss Ginny in the common room, with everyone cheering and celebrating, they got so close he could feel the warmth of her breath ghost across his lips. It was brief and no one saw that they really hadn’t kissed. Ginny tried to hide her confusion and disappointment but Harry could see it all the same. It probably looked quite like his own expression.

They tried again in private later but it was even worse, likely because they were more nervous. Ginny gave him a sad smile and left to be alone. He heard that she spent the next couple days in the Ravenclaw tower with Luna. Ron was mad at him for breaking his sister’s heart and Harry didn’t have it in him to explain what had happened. 

He felt like it was his fault and he was entirely certain he had the worst luck in the world.



After the war was a time for new beginnings. Life could only get better and Harry was certain his magical signature being incompatible with people was because of Voldemort’s horcrux being inside him. Or perhaps it was a case of not kissing enough people.

When he and all his friends went out drinking and having fun that summer he made a point, once he had enough drunken courage, to try and kiss someone. It didn’t even matter who. He just wanted to find someone he didn’t bounce off of like he was wearing a fish tank on his head. Each time he tried, it got a little easier to try again. Until it got to the point where he’d try to kiss everyone in the bar who’d let him.

He got close a few times, like he had with Ginny, but for most, he would feel the push back before he was even six inches off. Luna kissed his cheek once when she caught him off guard, it was a very sweet friendly kiss. Harry couldn’t stop thinking about how the first and maybe only time he’d ever felt lips on his skin was from a friend.

He went back to Hogwarts with Hermione and Ron to finish his schooling, for their “eighth year”. McGonagall was very big on inter-house unity. All the teachers would lavishly praise and give house points to anyone so much pausing to pick up a dropped parchment for a classmate from another house. The effort resulted in much embarrassment all around. There was no bullying, but most houses kept to themselves. Perhaps, that was why McGonagall allowed all the eighth and seventh years have a party.

Like the good teenagers they were, there was a great deal of illicit alcohol involved and very little self-control.


Part 1 (you are here!) ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~  Part 4 ~  Part 5 ~  Part 6 ~  Part 7 ~ Part 8 ~  Part 9  ~  Part 10  ~  Part 11  ~ Part 12 ~  Part 13 ~  Part 14 ~  Part 15  ~  Part 16  ~  Part 17 ~  Part 18Part 19 ~ Part 20 ~  Part 21 ~  Part 22 ~

The definitely not definitive sports anime guide

So I did a thing a while back (a year ago, in fact) where I tried to make a primer for sports animes. I have since watched Many, Many More so let’s do this again (still no Daiya no Ace tho).
Based purely on my own meandering experience, here’s a hopefully comprehensive guide on picking your next set of adoptive sons.

Note: There’s ten shows so this is going to be long, you guys. Just… so long. And there will be many exclamation points.

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And The Oscar Goes To
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Being publicly in the closet means Stiles can’t go to the Academy Awards with who he really wants, but it’s not like he’s going to win so he doesn’t have to worry about slipping up and thanking Derek in his speech… right?

This one is for my OSA (one sentence anon) who keeps cheering me on and motivating me. I wouldn’t have finished this WIP if it wasn’t for you, so thanks dude, whoever you are!

Earlier in his career, Stiles Stilinski had thought that walking one red carpet meant he had walked them all, but this award season had proved that assumption to be totally false. Walking a red carpet when you’ve been nominated for an award at the show was an entirely new experience. Sure, he had been nominated for People’s Choice Awards and more fan-driven ones before, but this year he had finally broken out of the rom-com and buddy comedy genres and into roles that challenged him. And this year, he was walking the red carpet at the Oscar with the chance to win not just one, but two once he entered the building.

Some had called 2016 his breakout year, others had said they knew that he could do it all along, and others still had questioned his ability to take on some of the more serious roles until they saw the films he was starring in. So here he was, at his third Academy Awards, but this time he was nominated instead of just attending. It had been a nerve-wracking award season that had left Stiles with a Golden Globe, a SAG award, and two Critic’s Choice awards, but none of that would hold a candle to this.

“Stiles, you have to move,” Lydia Martin–his agent and manager–said to him, pushing him toward the final reporter along the carpet. “Smile more.”

Stiles resisted the eyeroll that he could feel building; he didn’t want to be on the cover of some trashy tabloid with his eyes rolled back in his head and a caption commenting on his mental instability or an attitude problem. “Stiles! You look great,” Erica Reyes from Access Hollywood said, her voice sweet as syrup and her lips fire-engine red.  

“So do you, Ms. Reyes. Are you sure I can’t convince you to leave your husband and run away with me?” Stiles said with a charming smile. He had gone to UCLA with Erica’s husband Vernon Boyd and they had been, and still were, good friends. Boyd was currently the star wide receiver for the New Orleans Saints and would kick his ass if he were here in that moment.

“Ah ah ah, you know that I’m loyal,” Erica said with a smile. “But what about you? Who are you here with? Have a hot date that you’re hiding somewhere?”

“Of course I do,” Stiles told her. “My dad’s right over there.”

“Oh! Of course he is; he’s your permanent date during award season.” Erica said and then waved. “Hi, Sheriff.”

John Stilinski waved back with a smile, “Aren’t you going to ask me who I’m wearing?”

“I would, but that’s Laura Hale and I need to catch her before she gets inside. She and that hunky artist brother of hers skipped half the reporters already; I can’t let them skip me,” Erica said, giving Stiles a little smile. “It was lovely talking to you Stiles; good luck!”

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kaysno  asked:

ot6 where Jeremy goes back to art college know that he has the funds but everybody thinks that the hot men picking Jeremy up from school are actually his sugar daddies?

now for something a little more lighthearted.

Word Count: 1700+


“Seriously,” Jeremy insisted. “You don’t have to do this.” He was clutching his art bag close to his chest, dreading the moment when Geoff would pull up alongside the curb and let Jeremy out.

It was one thing to be twenty-five and going back to fulfill his dream of earning his fine arts degree, but it was an entirely other thing for your more or less partners to drop you off personally like they were taking their kid to school.

“Nonsense,” said Geoff, waving off his concern. “Besides, we want to share this experience with you! Now you go out there and show these people what an artist you are.” He parked the car. They were right in front of the main building.

Jeremy slipped out of the car, slamming it quickly but not before Geoff said, “Have a good day!”

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A Little D for a Big Asshole

When I was in eighth grade, my middle school French class took a trip to Québec City. My school was in the whitest part of whitest Connecticut and I had moved there a few years before from Atlanta. You can imagine the Izod-style culture shock I went through.

In any case, we were up in Québec City in February, for some awful reason. Probably because the prices were cheapest for hotels, I don’t know. I do remember it was cold and windy and snowed a lot.

I was a pretty geeky kid, unsurprisingly. I read Star Wars expanded universe novels during the morning reading period. I had disappeared into fantasy worlds after my brother died a few years before, just months after we moved to New England. Since my brother had died and I was a new kid, no one really knew how to be my friend. Some people were nice to me for awhile, but most ignored my existence.

One of the few people who took pity on me was the daughter of my church’s minister, who was in the same year as me. She’d invite me to eat lunch with her and her friends, even though I could tell her friends did not want me there.

Despite growing up speaking French, I was placed in introductory French – and never moved, because there was so much going on with my brother’s accident and eventual death that no one really bothered with my education. Thankfully, my French teacher was kind and would let me help lead the spoken French bits in class. This one boy liked to hang out after class and would mock me after I left, pinching his nose and doing his best “make fun of the French” accent. He liked to make my life hell in other ways, like stealing homework, tearing pages out of schoolbooks, or shoving my shoulder whenever he “bumped” me in the hallway. I had dealt with worse bullying before, so I mostly just tried to ignore him. His was never very serious, but it was constant.

In any case, I asked these girls I ate lunch with if I could room with them on this trip. I did not want to be randomly assigned somewhere. They grudgingly agreed to it.

Once we got to Québec, things changed. Our teachers told us we were allowed to explore the city in small groups and we were to use French only when interacting with shopkeepers and the like. Well, the girls I was rooming with quickly realized I was the only student in our class who actually spoke French. I helped my roommates order things at bakeries and make change and navigate around the city. Word quickly spread and by the end of the first day, several classmates came to me for phrases they could use.

On the second day of this trip, we were all supposed to meet up in this square in the old city at a particular time after being allowed to wander for a few hours. My group turned up a few minutes early and a group of boys – with my favorite harasser – was already there. The boys were clearly planning some kind of prank; there was a lot of stifled laughing and looking our way. The harasser came over to our group. He asked me how to say, “Are you my mother?”

Well, for those who don’t know:

“Es-tu ma mère?” means “Are you my mother?”

“Es-tu ma merde?” means “Are you my shit?”

Can you guess which one I told him? He had never paid attention in class, so to his ears (and the ears of our classmates), it sounded right. And no one would ever suspect quiet, mousy, geeky me of any shenanigans.

He went up to a stranger and asked her if she was his shit just as one of our teachers came around the corner. He got hauled by his ears, the teacher apologizing profusely to the woman while simultaneously scolding my harasser. Kid immediately tried to blame it on me but his protestations were immediately dismissed. The teacher did check with everyone, but no one had heard the difference in the language used so backed up my version of events.

He had detention for the rest of the trip and was not allowed to participate in any of the activities. He had to sit on the bus and write an essay.

He was far more cautious about being an asshole to me in the future.

tl;dr: bully tried to be a smart-ass in French on a class trip; I added a letter and changed the meaning of a word, which got him in huge trouble. No one suspected me of anything.

“This is my boyfriend Dan, by the way” || Dan Howell

A/N: This was a really nice request I got, thanks for that. Also the title is a little bit different. Have a nice weekend! 

Word Count: 1.5K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by shinyphan

It all started on a Saturday morning. I was sitting on the breakfast table by myself. I munched on some toast and checked my emails, like I do it every morning. A cup of hot black coffee was cooling off next to my laptop that was in front of me.

All of the new messages were mostly spam and some business stuff but one email in particular caught my eye. As soon as I saw the title I instantly clicked on it:

“High School Reunion”

Suddenly I was filled with excitement and resentment at the same time.

As my eyes scanned the invite over and over again I heard Dan enter the kitchen. He was wearing his pyjama that consisted of boxers and a loose t-shirt and his hair was a curly mess that still managed to look good.

We had been best friends for years now and shared a flat together in London. Dan noticed my startled expression and immediately asked what the matter was with me.  

My eyes were still glued to the words ‘Partners are welcome as well’ as I answered him.  That sentence alone made me want to not go.

“I was just sent an invite to a high school reunion.” I explained while taking a sip from my coffee.

The dark liquid was still hot and nicely warmed my throat.

Dan yawned and poured some of his favourite cereal into a bowl.

“Why do you look like you were invited to a funeral then?” he asked me confused, as he added the milk and sat down on the table next to me.

“It’s says we should bring our partners and I don’t want to show up alone.” I sighed, the taste of coffee was still lingering on my tongue. It was as bittersweet as I felt right now.

Dan put his spoon, that he was eating his cereal with, down to eye me intensively.

“Why don’t you want to go there on your own?” he asked me, cocking one eyebrow.

I felt myself getting a little bit nervous and abashed. I played with my hands and sighed.  

“I always got teased because I didn’t date a single guy during high school. I kinda promised myself that by the time the first reunion comes around I would have a boyfriend.” I admitted embarrassed and tried to hide my flushed face behind my hair.

There suddenly was a hint of a smile on his lips but it only lasted a few milliseconds.

“Forget it, it’s stupid.” I quickly told him, shaking my head eagerly. I half-heartedly laughed about myself as I hid my face in my hands.

“It’s definitely not stupid, Y/N. If it means so much to you then I could go with you, Y/N” Dan whispered as he gave me a short but warm hug.

“Really?” I asked him in surprise. Was he really suggesting that?

“I’d do quite a lot to make you happy, even pretend to be your boyfriend.” He smiled down at me as I whispered a sincere ‘thank you’ against his broad chest.

We were that kind of best friends that everybody mistook for a couple anyway. We were pretty affectionate towards each other, in a platonic way of course. Making it look like we were in a relationship was therefore not a very challenging task.

I was still nervous though when I got dressed the following Friday. I wanted to make an impression. I wanted people to look at me and think ‘wow, she really made it.’ I wanted to prove all of those people who never saw my potential in high school wrong.  

“It’s just your friends from high school, Y/N.” Dan tried to calm me down as he walked in with his car keys in his hands.

I obviously didn’t grow up in central London, where our flat was, but in a small town about an hour away.

“I had like 4 close friends in high school, Dan.” I reminded him laughing.

I never tried to be popular or fit in, I found 4 wonderful friends and that was totally enough for me. My high school times were therefore quite drama free except for the fact that I was occasionally made fun of and told that I would stay single forever, of course.

We left our shared flat and drove to the place where we were going to meet up.

As soon as we got out of the car again, Dan automatically took my hand as if it was a totally normal thing to do. I looked up at him in surprise and stared at him with wide eyes until I caught on to what was happening.

We were here together, Dan was the ‘partner’ I brought along with me.

“Ohh” I mouthed, feeling a little blush make its way onto my cheeks. I hadn’t really thought about that.

I shot Dan a nervous look before we walked into the restaurant together where most of my old classmates were already waiting for everybody to arrive.

He reassuringly intertwined our fingers, making me smile.

I saw a lot of familiar faces, some hadn’t changed at all, some changed a lot. I didn’t stay in touch with anybody from high school, so I hadn’t seen anyone in almost 10 years.

“Hey Everyone!” I greeted all of them cheerfully.

Their heads turned and they eagerly eyed Dan and I up and down.

“Y/N Y/L/N is that you?” Kimberly, who had always been the straight A student, asked.

“Yeah, it’s me. C’mon I haven’t changed that much, have I? This is my boyfriend Dan, by the way.”

The last sentence felt weird and at the same time so… natural? Dan’s face beamed as the word ‘boyfriend’ left my mouth and I couldn’t hold back a sweet smile either. He said his greetings as well before we sat down at the huge table.

After everyone had arrived we ordered some drinks and started chatting. Everybody was asked to talk about what they have been up to since we all finished high school.

Then it was suddenly my turn.  

“Well… I work as a lawyer for Youtube and me and Dan live in London now.” I told everybody.

Most people seemed impressed by the words Youtube, London and lawyer. Our home town was quite small and boring. London on the other hand being a beautiful big city sounded exciting.

“You studied law?” Somebody asked and I nodded.

“Yes, at Manchester University, that’s where I met Dan.” I smiled up at my tall ‘boyfriend’.

“So, are you a lawyer as well, Daniel?” Stacy, one of our former cheerleaders asked.

Dan was definitely getting some attention from the female part of our group. I protectively placed my hand on his thigh to show everyone that he was with me… which he actually wasn’t.

In reaction, he showed me his famous half smirk, as if he were saying ‘jealous much?’. I rolled my eyes at him but we both knew that he was right deep down.

“I’m not.” Dan laughed at the thought. “I finished like one semester before I dropped out. I’m a Youtuber now. That’s how me and Y/N met again.”

I could tell that Dan was feeling awkward once again because he didn’t know if people understood his profession.

Luckily though most people did and were now really interested in what Dan was doing.

He was asked all sorts of questions, and most of the conversations were focused on the two of us now since everybody treated Dan like he was a super famous celebrity and those were extremely rare in my old hometown.

I was very proud of Dan while he explained his job and passion. He then talked about me and how we met and that honestly made my heart melt. Could this really be? Who knew that I had feelings like that for my best friend? Everybody but us two probably.

“Who would have thought that you Y/N, out of all people, would hit the jackpot.” Stacy uttered completely stunned and barely able to keep her eyes off Dan.

“Nah, I feel like I was the one who hit the jackpot.” he softly said, while looking at me with loving eyes. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks as some people around us ‘awwed’.

“Dan, stop it.” I whined smiling and gently hit his chest before I leaned my head against his broad shoulder. We were behaving like two lovey dovey teenagers, which we, let’s be real, probably really were.  

“You two are perfect for each other.” Kimberly swooned like some of Dan’s fans on tumblr.

Dan and I’s gazes met as we both blushed.

“We are.” Dan whispered into my ear, making my heart skip a beat.

make a home out of you | jungkook [1/2]


pairing:
jungkook | reader  
genre: angst, slight fluff, future smut 
word count: 9.192
warnings: use/mentions of alcohol, mild language
summary: it’s the small, quirky details that help you remember how much you loved him despite it being years since you’ve seen each other, or make you realize that maybe, you’ve never really stopped loving him in the first place.

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There were times where you found comfort in the overwhelming, busy, and bustling metropolis you were raised in. It must’ve been years ago, back when you were bound in the suburbs but your ten-year-old heart would always shake in glee whenever your parents took you out of the house for a drive. The skyscraping and minimal buildings were something that you loved a lot. Your eyes would always look out the window of your dad’s car as your mouth gaped open, struck mesmerized by the towers that disappeared into the clouds. You were always jealous of your relatives who got to live in apartments, in such easy access to the city.

It was such an unfit preference for a kid. Most girls your age would’ve been content with going to the park, playgrounds, going over to a friend’s to build forts and make up ridiculous fantasies until the sun comes up. Not you. You were a city girl, despite growing up in a small housing complex. You had always promised yourself to move into the city when you grew older. Your dreams were quite… unique. Living in castles and marrying a handsome prince were never in your agenda. You wanted to live in an apartment and have a beautiful view that overlooked the metropolitan, one that you could always look at as you enjoyed whatever adult drink you had in mind then. You had heard of New York, Las Vegas, Paris, but none of those could compare what Seoul made you feel. Seoul was yours. The vast city was your little secret, your very own wonderland. 

It was nice while it lasted, though.

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Dance With Me? [Tim Drake x Reader]

Anonymous requested: “Can I get a request where the reader is at a prom dance and her friends ignore her so she ditches them and ends up on the rooftop and she’s able to meet Red Robin? Thanks!”

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1325

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Laughter echoed through the room, blending in with the beautiful music that resonated through the space. Students were dressed in their finest gowns and suits, each of them laughing and dancing joyfully with one another, creating a fun, enjoyable atmosphere. However, there was at least one who weren’t enjoying the night; you.

In truth, you didn’t even ask to be at the school prom. Everyone made a big deal out of it and claimed it would be ‘the most amazing night of our lives’, but you found the whole thing ridiculous. You had never been a fan of school dances or parties. You found them claustrophobic and it made you feel like you were forced to socialize. Dressing for the overrated events was a complete hassle that you would rather avoid. You only attended the parties and events for your friends, which was precisely why you were at prom despite rather enjoying a night in watching a marathon of Doctor Who.

You didn’t know what to expect, but one thing you did expect happened almost instantly; your friends abandoning you for their dates. You, being the supportive friend you were, let them go, but you knew this would happen. It always did, so much so that you didn’t know why you were accepting their invitations to these parties when you knew that you were going to be ditched… again. You stood there by the door, sipping your drink as you watch your classmates have an evening opposite to yours.

After an hour, you decided to get some air. With a disappointed sigh, you slipped into the school hall and climbed the stairs to the roof.

You shivered at the cold draft that kissed your skin but you continued towards the edge of the building. The railing felt cold against your warm body when you leaned against it but the cold was never something you particularly minded. You found it strangely calming, as if it acted as a comfort for your loneliness.

Up on top of the school roof, isolated and alone in the darkness, it was peaceful. The music was muffled by the silence of the night, only broken by the crickets and gentle howls of the wind. The moon cast its silver light onto the earth with the stars accompanying it. You adored this peace, you wanted it to envelop you whole. It was a great change from the suffocating atmosphere in the hall.

“Ma'am?” The male voice you heard startled you. You spun around and gasped inaudibly when you were met with the one and only Red Robin, a well-known vigilante in the city you lived in. He approached you cautiously, radiating a questioning expression as he asked, “what are you doing here alone?”

“Enjoying the night.” you answered quietly. The vigilante’s confusion seemed to have doubled.

“On your prom night?” he inquired, slight amusement laced in his voice. Seeing your shocked face, he added, “I saw on the banner in front of your school.”

You chuckled then nodded absentmindedly. “Yes, on my prom night, not like that is anything special,” you shrugged, “it’s merely a dance. Besides, my friends abandoned me so I don’t have anything to do.”

“Really?” he questioned, “your friends, abandoning you? Why don’t you find someone else?”

“Nobody finds me very interesting,” you answered in a slightly bitter yet melancholy tone, “I’m just… the background character, an extra on the set.”

Red Robin shook his head. “I don’t believe it. Surely someone has asked you for a dance?” This caused you to laugh as you shook your head. “No.” he gasped, “really?”

“Yes, really.” you giggled, albeit sadly, “I’m that girl, you know?”

The vigilante stared at you for a long while before a smile spread across his face. “Well then,” he took a step towards you, bowed slightly and extended his hand, “would you care for a dance with me?”

You looked at him in surprise, wondering how a hero like him could be taking his time and paying attention to you. You stared at his hand, but then shook your head. “I don’t need your pity.” you murmured, thinking that he was only showing such kindness because he felt sorry that you were alone. You hated to admit it, but that dealt a blow to your pride, making you bitter.

“What? No, that’s not it.” he exclaimed, shaking his head rapidly. “You look… very beautiful tonight. Everyone in your school must be a fool to not want a dance with you. That’s why… I’m asking you…” As a blush began to appear on his face, you realized his genuine words and so you took his hand.

“O-Okay then.” you muttered, flustered by his compliment. He brought you close and held your hand tightly, swaying you to the rhythm of the faint music that could be heard. For a long while, there was nothing but absolute silence once more, but in your head there were a million thoughts.

“You do look beautiful tonight.” he whispered into your ear, sending involuntary shivers down your spine. You swallowed hard.

“Thank you.” you glanced down at your outfit–a black evening gown with specks of white decorating it, matching the night sky above. Although you would rather die than admit it, you spent more time that usual choosing your outfit and preparing for this dance. You never thought you’d catch the eye of the city’s hero.

You and him danced for a few more minutes. No words were exchanged, there was just longing gazes and loving smiles. You didn’t know what it meant to him, but to you it felt intimate, special, as if you and him were the only people that existed at that moment of time. When the dance finally ended, you gathered all your courage and leaned up to plant a small kiss on his cheek.

Seeing his reddened face, you couldn’t help but giggle. You stated in a light voice full of emotions, “thank you, this means… a lot to me.”

“It’s my honor, ma'am.” Red Robin responded, giving you another smile and this time, your heart skipped a beat.

“My name is [F/N]. Don’t call me ma'am, it makes me sound old.” you informed, drawing a laugh out of him.

“[F/N] it is then.” he said, “well, duty calls [F/N], but I hope I’ll see you agian.” With that, he jumped off the roof, leaving a permanent smile on your lips.


Your life fell back into its dull and monochromatic routine after that night, though it did little to surprise you. Who were you to think you were special in some way? Of course Red Robin was a gentleman, but there were others out there who were much more superior, you had no chance with them.

But damn that vigilante for stealing your heart anyway.

After you shoved your books into your locker, you strode down the hallway, deep in thought. As you turned the corner, you walked straight into a tall body, causing you to fall backwards.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!”

You glanced up to meet a pair of worried periwinkle eyes. A hand was extended out to you, and after a moment of hesitation, you took it. You were pulled back up while the student you walked into picked your books up, handing them back to you. Your first thought was that he was very handsome, but you shook that thought away quickly. Now was not the time for silly crushes.

As you took your books, you said, “it’s my fault for not looking where I was going. I should be the one apologizing.”

“No, no I was… not being very cautious.” he claimed, scratching the back of his neck. “Let me walk you to your class at least, please?” You found it difficult to refuse that face of his, so you nodded and allowed him to walk with you.

“I’m [F/N],” you introduced, “what’s your name?”

“I’m Tim, Tim Drake.”

anonymous asked:

msr headcanon: Scully takes Mulder to her high school reunion pretending he's her husband bc she's embarrassed that she's one of the only people of her class that isn't already married

Reunited
by mldrgrl
Rated PG
Summary: This isn’t totally what you wanted, Anon, I’m sorry, but it’s the only way I can see it.

From time to time, mail still arrived at the house for Scully.  Technically, it arrived at the PO Box Mulder maintained where they used to collect their mail, but it had been his alone for two years.  At first, he used the trickle of mail that came through to call her, knowing full well it was mostly junk she’d never want, but it was the only legitimate excuse he had for awhile.  It had been quite awhile since her name showed up in his PO Box, but he didn’t need excuses anymore since he saw her nearly every day at work.

He brought her the Alumni Newsletter she received with a cup of coffee.  She thanked him for both, took a sip of the coffee, and then through the newsletter in the trash after a mere glance.

“You’re not going to read it?” Mulder asked, retrieving the sealed booklet from the trash can.

“A high school newsletter?  I don’t think I’ve ever read one.”

“Hm.”  Mulder ripped the circle of tape holding the pages together and opened it up.  “Rosalee O’Brien hyphen Bingham, senior class president, announces the 35th reunion for the graduates of the class-”

“I know what year I graduated,” she said, reaching across his desk to take the newsletter back.  “No need to remind me.”

“You don’t want to go?  It’s in…” Mulder paused and held the newsletter up and away from Scully’s searching fingers.  “June.”

“We don’t know where we’ll be in June.  A case could come up.”

“Never heard of personal time?”

Unable to grab the newsletter, Scully crossed her arms.  “Mulder, you wouldn’t know personal time if it walked through the door and bit you on the ass.”

“Well, things change.”  He gave her the newsletter which she folded and put in her briefcase.

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Fitting In - Batfamily x Reader - Part Three

Originally posted by asyoulikeitnow

Part One     Part Two

Requested by Anon -  It’s a few years later and the reader is going on her first date and the over protective batboys + Batman meet him at the door. Maybe the boy brakes her heart or something at the end and the boys are peed

Requested by Anon -  a part 3 where she goes on date with a boy and bruce and the boys become overprotective then the boy hurts her in some way and the go full out rampage on him


It all started in your Advanced Physics class. You were sitting at your desk, going over your notes before class started. The bullying and gossiping you used to face daily died down as your classmates got used to having a Wayne in their classes. However, most of them still avoided you.

Therefore, when one of the cutest boys in class, Mark, came up to you, you didn’t expect anything. 

“Hey (Y/N),” Mark greeted. You jumped a little at the sound of his voice. Nobody really talked to you at school. “What’ya doing?”

“Oh, I…I’m just going over my notes,” you replied with a tiny smile. You wondered if he was going to ask you a question about the homework or the upcoming test. 

“That’s cool,” he said, smirking at you. You felt butterflies in your stomach. “So, do you have anything going on Saturday night?”

You studied him for a moment, trying to see what he was up to. “Oh, nothing. I’m probably going to hang out at home. Why are you asking?” Mark winked at you, sending a thrill up your spine.

“Well, if you weren’t doing anything, I was wondering if you would want to see a movie with me on Saturday?” He grinned at you, leaving you a little lightheaded. You struggled to reply, stuttering for a moment before giving him a tiny smile.

“Sure, it sounds like fun,” you answered, biting your lip to try to keep yourself together. The moment was so surreal, your heart was threatening to burst from the excitement. You thought this sort of thing only happened in movies. 

“Great,” he smoothed, winking at you again. “Can I have your number?” You nodded as he dug into his pant’s pocket to pull out his phone. When he handed it to you, your fingers touched, electrifying your skin. You took a deep breath before typing your name and cell number into the new contact. 

Handing the phone back, you found a silly smile on your face. You fought to control it as he smiled back at you. 

“I’ll give you a call then,” he added, smirking at you before walking towards his seat on the other side of the room. You nodded, mouthing yes since your voice failed you. Pinching your arm, you hoped this wasn’t a dream. 

Shaking your head, you tried to focus back on your notes only to find your mind and body buzzing. You had been asked out for your first date by one of the cutest boys in class. When the teacher finally started class, you couldn’t pay attention. You kept sneaking glances over at Mark. Mark made similar eyes at you. Nevertheless, physics was the last thing on your mind.

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Favorite Couple – Brett Talbot Imagine

Requested by Anon: Could you write a Brett imagine where him and the reader have a relation like maya and lucas of gmw,like her is always calling him names and making fun of him, and he likes her but he doesn’t knowshe likes him too and he thinks she doesn’t like him back because all that stuff, so the packdecide set them up together in a date and they confess their feelings? just a lots of fluff.

Word Count: 1,650

Author’s Note: Okay, I really struggled coming up with an idea for this. I changed things about and decided to have the cast of GMW be the pack since we don’t know Brett’s pack at Devenford Prep. I hope you like it.

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Why I love Tenya Iida (and you should too!)

Alright so I know that all I’ve been actually posting on this account are just Kacchako related stuff but let’s be real, my username is iidas-trashcan and well, Tumblr isn’t doing a good job of representing him. If you look up most character tags, there are many, many solo pictures of the other characters but with Iida, most images or edits include him in group environments but he doesn’t have much solo images and that honestly upsets me. Iida is a character that is shown to have a lot of thought really put into him and he is the embodiment of what you look for in a friend or even a leader so it really does really make me sad when no one has as much love for him like people have for the other characters.

I mean to start off, this guy is the biggest dork in the entire series and I mean this with a fiery passion. I mean look at the way he talks to Bakugou on the first day of class:

To how he is trying to figure out how to embody the villain role during the class training

To at the sports festival when fighting with Mei

To even this adorable panel that he is notorious for

Of course I’m missing tons of moments since I’ve only done a read through of the manga once, but most definitely throughout the manga, there are little panels here and there that really amplify the fun and funny part of his character that comes with his serious personality. I even made a post about how cute Iida was being during Chapter 101 that also gives a pretty good idea on how cute he can be.

But, of course, being dorky isn’t the only thing to look at when looking at a character because, let’s face it, other characters like Denki and Kirishima have their characters based on that so Iida has to have that extra element added to him to make him different from the others. And what better way to achieve that than to make him not only a wonderful leader for the class but one of the most selfless and humble characters in the entire manga.

I mean one of the first scenes we get from him is when he chastises Deku for almost messing up Ochako’s groove during the entrance exam

Then we have him telling Deku as to why he voted for him for Class President when he could have easily voted for himself since he wanted the position so bad and leads him to finally reveal his family that he slightly wanted to keep under wraps

And then, shortly after that, even though he isn’t class president or doesn’t have any type of leadership position, he takes it upon himself to find a way to calm the frantic students at UA

During the rescue training, we then see him slightly arguing with his classmates in regards to leaving them alone to deal with villains while going to get help

And even when he knew he was going to get a medal at the Sports Festival (which there could have been higher benefits for him if he decided to stay), he left immediately so he could be there for his family and his severely injured brother

WHICH leads me to internal struggles Iida went through afterwards after discovering that the Hero Killer pretty much wrecked his brother, or the arc that changed Iida as a character for most readers.

See, for me personally, this arc really showed a lot about Iida’s character that was masked before. True, we knew he cared about his brother immensely and we already established that he’s a humble and selfless man but did we know that he’s someone capable of pursuing revenge for his loved ones or someone that would keep his own feelings under wrap and handle the situation all of it himself? Probably not, especially since he is seen as a virtuous and noble character yet I loved this arc because it completely dismantled that image of Iida and pushed him to grow that you can see later on (which I’ll talk about that in a little bit).

I mean, for starters, because he feels this is an issue that doesn’t involve others and something only he can do, he keeps his feelings super hidden from individuals he considers to be his closest friends, which is unusual for his character to begin with since he’s pretty open with talking about his feelings  and concerns he has.

He then uses and actually manipulates a pro hero to be able to get close to the Hero Killer, again completely opposite of his virtuous self that he has been portraying all throughout the manga

And when Deku and Todoroki comes in, you can actually see the anguish in his face as people are getting involved and hurt because of his actions

And of course, with the power of teamwork and all that hoo-hah, he grows from this experience and learns that the behaviors he was inhibiting prevented him from acting like a leader and now has a firsthand experience of going down the wrong path and hurting individuals around by keeping secrets away.

Now, of course, if this was it, well then I might as well change my url to ochakos-trashcan because most Shounen heroes go through that change at some point. It’s not a bad thing usually but it’s too common to really commemorate a character based solely on that.

Of course, I think Horikoshi caught the “good writing” bug early on because he certainly doesn’t let this growth that Iida got back then go to waste.

To be truthful, I’m absolutely positive there were moments during the actual end of term exam and the training grounds that will prove this point as well but again, I’ve only done one read through of the manga so far so certain details will go past me. I apologize for that.

The scene that I’m going to bring up is the famous “Iida screams and slaps Deku” moment because OH BOY, not only does that show his growth but really builds the picture and insight of Iida’s character that may not have been there before.

I mean, look at the way he confronts Deku over here, 

This is just SO FREAKIN POWERFUL, especially in the context of Iida. I can see how some people might see it him taking it too far, especially with his reaction in the end, but, honestly he is seeing Deku going to through the exact same anguish and guilt and pressure that he went through with his brother and knows how it feels to go through that alone. True Deku had the others with him but it doesn’t change any personal inner feelings Deku has towards the situation and Iida knows that. Iida knows how it feels to have people around you supporting you but internally not accepting that. He’s screaming at Deku because he cares and loves Deku and doesn’t want him to go down the same dark path he was going down with his anguish. It’s so tragic and beautiful and he even proves more on how he’s a leader and how he cares about everyone when he goes on the mission with them, knowing full well of all the consequences that occur from that but it’s the drive and passion to not leave anyone behind and feel the same as he did that truly proves he’s meant to be a hero and a leader when he’s willing to himself in that position for another classmate.

Alright so I know I got redundant here and kind of said the same things like multiple times but I honestly can’t help it. Even though the manga has just reached a little over 100 chapters, characters like Iida have already gone through so much development and he has shown time and time again how he is more than the virtuous stereotype that embodies his character and I absolutely adore that in a character. However, it upsets me significantly to see people not appreciating Iida as much as the other characters because he deserves as much love as other characters. I don’t know if it’s because he’s not as attractive as other characters (which yooo he a bishie in his own rectangle way mmmhhmhmm) or maybe because his strict behavior gets on people’s nerves, I’m not sure but after Iida has shown us and gone through, it’s really hard not to make him my favorite male character in the series and not admire the writing Horikoshi put into his character. I truly hope one day people will see him in a better light and appreciate his amazingness as much as other characters.

Master Post of Helpful Programs and Apps

I decided to make a master post of all the programs (free, of course) that I have used over the years to get me through AP’s, studying and exams! Most of these are either apps on my iPhone or programs that I have downloaded onto my Mac. However, all of these *should* be available for Android and PC as well, just let me know if something doesn’t work out!

  • Grammarly: This is a service that I use in computer program form, it is both a Chrome extension and a downloadable application. Not only does it edit your online posts (SUPER helpful to avoid making mistakes in important emails or posts!), you can download your paper into the application and it will edit both grammar and spelling in a way that I find more uniquely helpful than regular old spell check. Additionally, if you are reading a PDF or other article for school online you can click on certain words and Grammarly will define them for you!


  • Zotero: Guys, I can not stress enough what a freaking godsend this program is. You download it onto your computer, and you can save articles/PDF’s from databases directly into it as you are researching, which negates the need for thousands of tabs! You can also have it create your bibliography for you, which is insanely convenient, and you can take notes on the article within the program. That being said, the format was very confusing for me at the beginning. I would recommend watching YouTube videos on how to use it and doing the full tutorial online before you start!   


  • Scribd: Scribd is both an App and a website where you can look up books and read them for free online. It does have ads if you don’t want to pay for the full version, and I would recommend the phone app as opposed to the website formatting wise! I used this to find books at the last minute, and I also used it to find the teachers key for one of my textbooks in order to check my work while I studied for an exam. 


  • Quizlet: Let’s be real, we all know what this one is ;) But I have to give it a shout out! Flashcards, quizzing yourself, fun games, TONS of language options…oh Quizlet how I love you! Comes in both website and app form.


  • Pomodoro: A study timer that uses the Pomodoro method of timing out your study session with specific break time lengths and study time lengths to optimize your performance. I use this one for memorizing vocab and to study for repetitive tests like math, but I really do not find it useful for writing papers. That being said, everyone is different and some people swear by it! iPhone and Android app. 


  • Forest: I love this timer app, I use this for reading and writing papers! It has the added bonus of tugging at your morality by bringing life into the equation. As you study and don’t touch your phone, a little tree is growing. When your time is up, the tree is added to your forest. But if you touch your phone before your time is up, the tree dies! I honestly get super invested in it. App for iPhone and Android.


  • Genius Scan: This one is a bit more logistical, you can take pictures of documents on your phone and it scans them and converts them to PDF’s. I used this to share notes with classmates and to have my own notes with me for on the go review. I use this one surprisingly often! App for iPhone, not sure about Android. 


  • Wunderlist: Wunderlist is my all time favorite to-do list app. Generally, when I’m studying, I use a notepad to make my task list because I love the satisfaction of crossing out tasks. However, I use this for everything from chore lists to groceries to lists of books I want to read. You can have categories and multiple titled lists, and it’s super satisfying to check things off! App for iPhone, not sure about Android. 


These are all the apps and programs that I use with extreme regularity, but I love productivity apps and I am always looking for more! If anybody has anything to add or has any recommendations for me pleaaasssseee tell me about them. Good luck studying! 

"That's Not Fair."

Prompt (from Anon): Heey, so first of all I wanna say that I absolutely love the Accident, seriously it’s so amazing and cute, thank you for blessing us with that fic <3 aaand, since you’re up to anything riverdale rn, I thought I’d share this imagine idea I saw a few days ago “your OTP passionately making out, person A starts scratching down person B’s back, which drives them nuts, whining into the kiss that that’s not fair"idk what you think about this but omg I can see a lot of fluff and ahfksmzbka pretty please 

 A/N: first all of thank you so much I’m just happy people are enjoying my work :3 and of course this sounds like such a good fic so here we go! I know there’s a lot of build up to get there but I kinda wanna do a part two? Like/reblog if you want part 2! 

 Fandom: Riverdale Characters: Archie Andrews

Pairing: Archie x Reader (anon didn’t specify so I’m running with this)

Warnings: steamy make out session 

Originally posted by archiesandrews

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 Right after school, your classmate (whom you must add have had a crush on since sixth grade) Archie Andrews met you as you closed your locker. "Well if it isn’t the Riverdale football star himself,” you greeted him with a casual smile. “What brings you here?" 

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My Fair Bitty

Summary: Whip cracker, Jack Zimmermann, has been working the Ren Faire circuit his entire life.  One day he meets silk aerialist Eric Bittle, and everything suddenly makes much more sense.  A little story about soul mates and love at first sight.  No drama, no angst… just finding The One, knowing it, and following your heart. A fic/art collaboration by @teluete and @wrathofthestag.


“Tell me again about you and papa,” Jack asked as he yawned, and stretched his legs in bed. His mother sat next to him, and brushed Jack’s hair off his forehead.

“Again? I’ve told you that story a million times.”

Jack looked up at his maman. Bits of glitter from that day’s performance still clung and shimmered on Alicia’s cheeks in the soft glow of Jack’s night-light.

“Then make it a million and one. Pleeease?” Jack pleaded.

Though only eight years old, Jack Zimmermann was already a romantic at heart. He loved hearing about the afternoon at the Bristol Renaissance Faire, all those years ago, when Bad Bob first saw Alicia Faye as she sang and cracked a whip on stage. She had the entire audience wrapped around her finger, and soon she had Bad Bob wrapped around her heart.

“I was starting my first season at Bristol, and your papa had been the main attraction and only whip act before I came along. He was all grumpy when he found out that someone else was doing a whip show.”

“Oh, papa,” Jack said as he shook his head, smiled, and gripped his stuffed rabbit.

“So he looked for me my first day there. He marched right up to the stage where I was performing, and had planned on confronting me after my set.”

Jack held his breath in suspense, even though he knew the story by heart.

“When I was done, I walked off stage and your papa was standing there with the biggest smile I had ever seen. He stood there and said, ‘Hello, my name is Robert Zimmermann. I crack the whip here, and I’ve just fallen head over heels in love with you.’”

Jack smiled and watched his mother intently, “And you said…”

Alicia laughed softly; she remembered how quickly her heart beat as she took in those big brown eyes and that happy, handsome face.

“I said, ‘Well I’m Alicia Faye, and we just met so you’ll forgive me if I’m not instantly impressed.’”

“But you were,” Jack said quickly.

“I was. By the time we finished our dinner–”

“A giant turkey leg!”

“Yes, sweetie, a turkey leg. By the time we finished our dinner, I knew your papa was it for me.”

“How did you know?”

“The world stopped,” she said with wistful, far away look in her eyes.

Jack grinned and yawned once again, sleepy-eyed and cozy.

Every day he saw his parents’ interactions. How they always smiled at one another, unable to keep their hands from touching each other. How many times had Jack entered a room to find them kissing, hugging, whispering secrets in their own special language – the language that two people in love made up just for one another.

Jack saw that, and wanted that one day. He wanted it so badly. For what greater gift was there than to cherish someone, and be cherished in return?

Soon Jack fell asleep as Alicia sang tenderly to him. In love with love, Jack dreamt of future hugs and kisses and possibilities.

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college! bf jihoon

[a/n: this is greatly inspired by many others i have read i am simply putting my own spin on jihoon as your college bf! mostly inspired by the talented @jungnoir this is also being edited as i go so pls forgve me for any typos!;;


enjoy!!! 


- so Jihoon has always had ambition, he’s is always looking for inspiration and passionate may as well be his middle name 

- he’s quite introverted despite his group of friends attempting to bring himself out of his shell but he loves them nonetheless 

- they have a close bond and he’s grateful to have them especially at the start of the new school year 

- when it came to picking a major it was no question that this guy was going to pick music [minoring in linguistics, we love an educated man] and he was sure this was going to be difficult but he felt as though it was worth it 

- he likes to dress casually so when it comes to his very first day he picks ripped blue jeans and an oversized sweater and he feels confident [blond! Jihoon reigns supreme]

- Mingyu meets him at a nearby coffee shop, bouncing on the balls his feet clearly excited for the new year. jihoon can’t help but smile at his friend’s enthusiasm, wishing he felt just as energetic at 9 in the morning 

- the shop is crowded however and they struggle to find a table with room for them to sit down and talk

- Mingyu spots a table right at the back, next to a taken table where someone  is sat alone, and jihoon didn’t think anything of this at first 

- Mingyu being Mingyu takes his cue to leave and rushes up to grab the drinks meaning Jihoon is left to sit by himself, glancing around him 

- naturally his eyes wonder over to the person seated to his left, maybe two metres away and he’s @ shocked because this person is cute !!! he bites his lip as they take a sip of their coffee, fingers returning the keyboard in front of them

- he finds himself daydreaming about this person, what’s their name, their major, favourite brand of shampoo…

- …UnTIL Mingyu arrives, smashing down the tray of drinks [how did they not spill???] and snaps him out of his thoughts, babbling “This place is so cool did you see the guy with the tattoos??!” 

- meanwhile Jihoon is left unable to concentrate because he is truly enamoured by this person despite knowing zero about this mysterious beauty 

- they don’t seem to notice Jihoon or Mingyu however and soon leaves, probably running off to some class and Jihoon decides to forget about them because his love struck feelings will never amount to anything 

- its about an hour later after f̶o̶u̶r̶  two chocolate brownies and 2 coffees each when they realise the should probably start walking to class if they don’t wanna be late 

- arriving on campus means Mingyu rushing off to his art history class without saying goodbye [don’t ask me why] and Jihoon entering his music theory class alone [we must protec]

- he takes a random seat near the back hoping to not draw attention to himself cos he just wants to get through his first lesson without making a fuss 

- he’s flipping through his notebook whilst he other students take their seats so he doesn’t take notice as people chat around him until a person sits directly in front of him 

- the lesson starts and the professor drones on about proper care of instruments as jihoon stares at the back of his classmates head and he’s like sure he’s seen that shade of y/h/c before [y/h/c = your hair color]

- and then you turn round, biting your lip nervously, trying to mentally muster the courage to talk to your classmate because your pencil had run away and you were in desperate need of writing tools, when you lock eyes with a blond haired guy behind you

- and it feels like the air has been knocked out of you because he was soooo pretty and honestly looked as dumbfounded as you felt 

- so Jihoon wants the ground to swallow him whole because neither of you were speaking and his mouth felt like it was incapable of forming actual words at this point 

“I-I um…pencil?” you whisper, glancing down at the floor as soon as the words left your lips. you were painfully shy but jihoon found this utterly adorable and smiled sheepishly as he handed you the pencil in his hand without saying a word 

- you take it from his hand slightly confused “Don’t you need this? It’s okay I can borro-” but he interrupts you by waving his hand to catch your attention. “it’s okay, I like giving pencils to pretty people,” 

- cue the cringe. he’s never said something so cheesy in all his life but when he he managed to look back at you he saw your cheeks were a rosy shade of pink and he decided that just this once, cheesy was the right away to go 

- so after a few weeks of back and forth shyness, cringe, flirting and Mingyu shouting at Jihoon to “man the fuck up” he decides that perhaps he should try making this official. he had truly never liked someone as much as he had liked you. whenever you were around it was like his smile was glued to his face, his laugh grew louder and his heart felt like it would give out at any moment 

- it was a Tuesday and Mingyu had decided that Jihoon should ask you to be his in the coffee shop where he first saw you and despite it being actually quite disgustingly soppy he agreed. Mingyu wasn’t going to give up anyway 

 jihoon: hi, wanna meet for coffee at The Bean House? - 10:03 

  you: sure! see you at 1? - 10:05

 jihoon: okay sure! x - 10:06

- Jihoon felt the added kiss was appropriate giving the circumstances 

- you always felt super giddy whenever Jihoon invited you to go out. you really liked him, more than you probably should since only knowing him for a number of weeks. you hoped it would lead to something more but you didn’t want to get your hopes up just yet 

- when it comes to asking you Jihoon is an absolute mess !!! he’s never been so nervous in all life and by the end his hands are trembling. you notice and reach over, taking his hands in both of yours. of course your answer is yes and you find your heart swelling at the sight of his grin 

- so you’ll find that Jihoon is a wonderful yet cringy boyfriend

- after making it official he seems to relax more around you and suddenly he won’t shut up !!! he makes the stupidest most outlandish jokes yet you love him more so because of it 

- You are like each others security blanket; you always know what to say to one another to make things better and for that, your relationship blossoms

- it finally comes to the time where he decides you should meet his friends and at first he’s wary that you might be scared off by their loud nature but you fit right in and he finds himself just watching you laugh and joke with them. his favourite people interacting with his baby 

- tHIS guy is a sucker for nicknames so you’ll never be short of catchy urls [they range from adorable to worryingly bad]

- he tells you he loves you before you can even get it out yourself and it comes out accidentally

- its like any other day and your around at the dorms, talking with the others when jihoon comes up behind you and hugs you tightly round your middle. “I love you baby,” he mumbles into your shoulder. At first you think that you’ve misheard because it was so quiet but when he stands upright and walks away bright red in the face, you realise you’d heard exactly right. 

- Its a few hours later whilst everyone’s settled in front of the TV that you shuffle over to your boyfriend, smiling when he arm reaches out to pull you closer.

“i love you Woozi,” you whisper, looking up at him. his eyes look down at you widening slightly before leaning down and kissing you softly on the lips. “Woozi?” he inquires, clearly amused by your choice of nickname. shrugging you lean in closer, wrapping your arms around his middle and nestling into his chest. “you have your nicknames, i have mine”. 


a/n: o my god so hi! I’ve written a few boyfriend aus before but this is not only my first college!bf au in this style, but my first ever seventeen au! (❛ ֊ ❛„) i hope this is good enough and i hope its fun to read! some details are not true to life and this is purely to make the au flow well and to make it enjoyable i guess; byebye! 

We don’t talk anymore

Prompt: I wanted to send a request for the song fic if you’re still taking them. Can I request “We don’t talk anymore” Charlie Puth ft Selena Gomez? Just some ansgt and then some fluff?

A/N: It was really great to write this… sorry it took me forever, I wanted it to be great. I hope you like it and sorry if it’s a bit long.

Warnings: widow reader, fluff, angst. You’re Chris’s age.

xo

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“y/n, right?” my sister asked me. We were on a family dinner and suddenly the ex’s topic came. It was my turn.

“She was adorable, son, have you ever talked to her after?” I smiled.

“Of course not, come on, guys! We don’t talk anymore. She was my high school sweetheart, I haven’t heard of her in, what? Twenty years?” I shrugged giving the chance to tear another past relationship. But the truth was that I felt curious for her. We spent many amazing things, but we didn’t share dreams. We took different paths. And it was fine… until now.

I didn’t sleep that night wondering about her. We lost contact. We were so naïve, we believed that it was going to last. That we had something to live by, to fight for. But it was just an innocent thing. My mind processed pictures of our holding hands. Her curly hair moving in the air and the floral smell that she used to have. Her sweet giggling after one of my many bad jokes. Her shaking body undermine after our first encounter. I recalled the way she couldn’t hide anything, she had one of the strongest looks ever, and she showed every feeling through her look. She used to have the sweetest lips, and the smoothest, snow white skin. How could I forget her? How could she make me feel the same even when she’s probably not the same girl? How’s possible that this feeling still alive?

“Oh, baby, you received a letter from your old high school, do you want me to send it to you?” my mom inquired through the phone.

“It’s fine, you can open it and send me a pic because I’m not in a stable address right now, mom”

“Alright, let me see where I saved it…. oh, here it is.” I heard the paper tearing. “It’s a reunion. Next month…”

I was nervous. Even when I’ve done bigger things. I felt anxious. I was going to see her again, what if she goes with her husband? What if she still mad at me? I literally stood in the parking lot ten minutes after I parked. I felt like a teenager again. I wasn’t Chris the actor, I was Chris the student and (ex) boyfriend. I decided going without the tie and started to walk to the gym.

I didn’t recognize most of the guys and girls I used to hang with. They were totally different. They gave my name and a drink the moment I got there. I wasn’t that social in the school, but suddenly, everybody was my friend. I was talking with one of the football stars. He had a belly bigger than the ball. I heard someone calling her name. I tried to reach the voice, but there was a lot of people. I excused myself and went to the restrooms. In my way, some of my classmates asked for a picture. And after a flash, I saw her. My anxiety was gone because she was shyly standing in front of me.

She was different. She wasn’t using a bang and brides. She had her hair lighter and clear forehead. She used to wear her faded jeans and my shirts that were bigger than her. Now she was wearing a long skirt and a tight white shirt. She was radiant. She was a woman now. A breathtaking, gorgeous and clumsy lady. I took the last picture and I excused myself. But some guys ran into me and I couldn’t say no. Until Marisa came closer. She hugged me and, again, asked me for a picture.

“What can you tell me about y/n? I saw her but I didn’t talk to her” she smiled.

“She came because I begged her to. Since her husband died, she doesn’t like to go out much. She has to child, his name is Billy, and he’s so adorable. Maybe you should ask her those things, talk to her.” I held my breath, so, this is what happens when life, you know, happens. I recognize her dress and my way to her.

“Hi” I murmured, she turned around and smiled with that perfect, sweet smile.

“Chris Evans, wow!” she spoke. She left her drink and hugged me. Her body wasn’t the body of a teenager, mine either, but the difference was that mine reacted like a teen boy. I held her and she took distance. “I didn’t think I’d see you around. I wanted to say hello, but all your friends were there, so…” she apologized and I laughed.

“Yeah, right, friends… you should remember my friends. I can’t believe it, you’re so…” she laughed this time. Until her cellphone rang.

“Oh, hold on, it’s my babysitter, I need to get this” she excused herself and made her way out of the gym, obviously and ridiculously followed her. What the hell was I doing? I mean… I needed to know more, if she was doing fine, if she was happy, if she accomplished her dreams of become a teacher.

After three minutes, she came in.

“Hey, everything ok?” y/n nodded.

“Sort of, I got to go. I need to call my uber, I didn’t bring my car, it’s not like I wanted to get wasted it’s just that… I don’t drive if I drink because of Tim” She quickly spoke while typing. “And I’m talking out loud” I smiled like an idiot.

“Yes, some things never change” she nodded.

“It’s a bad habit. Anyway, it was good seeing you…” she approached and hugged me and when she made her distance again I cleared my throat to say the only thing that came to my mind.

“I wouldn’t mind to take you home, if that’s ok with you, of course” she smiled, and I recognized that smile, she was touched.

“Chris, this is just getting started, I don’t think you’d like to miss all the fun. It’s very sweet of you, but you don’t have to. This app is a blessing…”

“That’s not a problem, I’d rather being with you for a little while than spend my night with my friends” I responded ironically.

 

“You’re not married” she said out of the blues, ice breaking the car.

“I’m not” I added as I stopped on the lane.

“Why not?” I shrugged and kept driving.

“I guess I haven’t found the magic I felt since…” I stopped before saying something stupid.

“Since…?”

“Well, since the last time I felt like that. So, tell me, what do you do now?” I changed the topic.

“I’m a kindergarten teacher. As I planned and dreamt. And I don’t ask you because I know you did it. And did it in a big way. I couldn’t be happier for you.” I smiled.

“It’s not a big deal, I love what I do, I really do. Ok, it’s my turn to ask… I heard you’re having a problem with the babysitter, I’m guessing you became a mom and a wife” she smiled and looked to the other way. I continued driving.

“Yes, I’m a mom. Billy is four years old. And I’m or was a wife, until my husband died two years ago”

“Oh, y/n, I’m sorry to hear that”

“It’s ok. We’re moving on, it’s what my husband would’ve wanted. It’s here.” I parked and opened my door to open hers.

“So…” I whispered.

“Would you like to come in? I could make some coffee before you come back to the reunion” she asked. I nodded.

“A coffee sounds really nice”

The babysitter left, y/n went up and came back with slippers.

“Billy’s asleep. So, tell me…” and then, the conversation began. It was like traveling through time, but more mature. We were adults now, talking about life, adventures and minor stuff.

“I had forgotten how much I loved talking to you” I said out of the blues. I saw a little guy in the kitchen entrance. And for my luck, he was hearing an avengers pajama.

“Mommy, bad dream” his sleepy eyes were the same color of y/n.

“Oh, come here, sweetheart” he rose her arms and she picked him up. “I’m sorry” she murmured. I smiled and grabbed the two cups and washed them.

“You don’t have to do that”

“Mommy, who is him?” he was so adorable. Her curls were heritage from her.

“He’s a friend. His name is Chris. Say hello” he said hello with his hand.

“Can I hug him?” he asked her mom. She smiled.

“You can ask him if that’s ok”

“Can I hug you? I was having a bad dream” it melted my heart, I nodded and opened my arms for him. We kept talking until he fell asleep in my arms.

We were on her door. She had put Billy in his bed. And during that time I felt my heart racing, should I ask her out? I mean, why not? But was it right?

“Goodnight and thank you, Chris” I leaned and kissed slowly her cheek.

“No problem, y/n” I gave her my back and started to make my way to the car.

“Chris…” I heard her. She walked as I turned back.

“Yes?”

“It was good seeing you” she smiled.

“It was good seeing you too, I just wish we could see each other again. Would you like that? Maybe we could go for an ice cream with Billy?” she smiled.

“Chris… you don’t have to do this. You’ve been so nice with us. But you don’t have to feel like I’m forcing you to do this. It’s ok. I…”

“I understand that, but I’d like to do it. I’d really like to. Because you’re you, and I love being with you, even after all these years, after not talking… we have the same connection, y/n, you can’t ignore that. And I don’t want to come back to my life knowing that I had the chance to be in your life. I don’t want to be at the point of not talking anymore and daydreaming about how you are”

“I’m not. I just… Chris, it’s not the same. We’re not 17 anymore. You’re a worldwide star, I’m a kindergarten teacher from our hometown. It was good, tonight was good. But I don’t fit in your life now.” She rose and kissed my cheek. I saw her walking away. She closed the door and I made my way towards her. I knocked. Once she opened I cleared my throat.

“Hello, I’m Chris. I don’t know you at all, I don’t know anything about different worlds or different lives, I just know that I want to know you again. Please.” Her eyes were full of tears. She smiled and extended her hand.

“Hello, I’m y/n. I’d like to meet you again, Chris.”

So I wrote a thing in response to this post.  It makes a few specific references and really only makes sense if you look at that first, but I didn’t want to add this on by reblogging because 1) I don’t want to start an argument or anything (though I think I’ve kept it civil, it’s just a different opinion, I just like to really examine each point and why I disagree okay) and 2) it’s over 1500 words SO

Basically the post is about how Harry should have become the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and I respectfully disagree and here’s why

I have a fricking midterm tomorrow what am I doing

Keep reading

amynchan  asked:

Marichat -- "I thought you said I couldn't touch that?"

“I thought I said you couldn’t touch that..?” Marinette said still sitting at her desk working on her physics homework. She didn’t even need to turn her head to know that Chat was doing something he shouldn’t. Or in this case- touching. 

As much as Marinette loved having her feline friend lounge around her room it did slightly irk her that he never sat still. 

Not even for a moment. 

Because of this, a couple weeks into his nightly visits, the raven haired girl had to set some ground rules. 

Rule number one: No touching my sketch book. 
Two: No kneading at my chaise chair.
Three:  No snooping. This on account of Tikki was always in hiding and for some reason, Chat was always really good at finding things he wasn’t supposed to. 
Four: Don’t swat at my pigtails, something Chat found a very hard time grasping the concept of.

And more recently- a fifth rule had been added: Don’t touch any of my potted plants. Her poor flowers had been suffering enough- especially her more… dangly plants. 

Chat found himself sitting under Marinette’s port window, under the shelf that held up some of the civilian’s plants swatting at a couple of the vines that hung down in front of him. Almost immediately as he heard the words escape her mouth he jumped up swiftly walking away from the window, “I don’t know what you’re talking about..” He began, his hands clasped behind his back, “I wasn’t touching anything.” His eyebrows perked up as he made his way over to the girl and her desk peaking over her shoulder. 

It had occurred to him that he should probably be getting home as he was assigned the exact same physics homework which he hadn’t even came close to starting. But he liked spending time with Marinette. Outside of the mask he was pretty sure that the raven haired girl didn’t like him much. Every time he tried to talk to her she never really responded and always seemed anxious to get out of the conversation- that and it seemed like she really didn’t want to be around him. 

In the mask he found that the girl didn’t treat him like the other civilians did. They viewed him as he was, a hero, but she viewed him as he thought of him self, as a person, she never gave him special treatment. It was something that he really respected about the girl. He found it extremely hard after spending so much time with her and getting to know her so well to not speak to her much in school. 

Nino had always made fun of him and said maybe she was just nervous to talk to him but every time he asked why she would ever be nervous he always responded saying that she probably had the biggest crush on him. But how was that possible? She barley even spoke to him and the first time she met him she hated him for the first week of school.

Just as he opened his mouth to say something about the problem she was doing completely wrong he realized the time being displayed on the clock just to the side of her. He was going to be late and Ladybug was going to kill him. He totally forgot that they had planned to patrol that night. 

“Marinette-”

“Chat-” 

She had realized the time too and didn’t exactly want Chat to see Ladybug standing on Marinette’s balcony. 

“Sorry, you first.” They both began. Marinette took it upon herself needing Chat out of her room and away from the apartment as fast as possible. 

“You should probably head out, I’ve got some… stuff to do.” She lied tapping her fingers against the top of her desk. 

“Yeah- you’re right I should probably head out…” he responded. Part of him was grateful that he didn’t have to be the one to say that first but another part was also sort of sad to have to leave. He hated that he could only have time with Marinette at night. During the day he was of course always at school - the only place he was his true self and Marinette never even spared him a glance, after school he was up to his eyes in studying and activities that his father forced him to sign up for - not that he was bothered by it, he actually had a passion for the things his father took the initiative in signing him up for. But that meant that when his classmates and friends would plan after school meets to study at a local café or just hang out with each other he was always the only one to constantly have to take a rain-check. So the nights, late nights, were the only times he had opened to spend time with his friends and the night that he finally decided to start doing that was the night he saw Marinette asleep on her balcony with a history book propped open and resting on her chest and ever since then he never stopped coming to visit her. 

“I’m probably going to get some shut eye, it’s been a long day..” Marinette said nervously puttering about in her room awkwardly. She wasn’t about to get her PJs on because she was about to head out anyway for patrol. But “acting natural” was something Marinette was best at. 

“I-…” Chat thought for a moment, “I thought you said you had things to do..?” He questioned, deep down he hoped that he hadn’t annoyed the girl too much for her to feel the need to make up excuses to get him to leave. 

Marinette, acting her most natural by propping her elbow up on her dresser that stood a little higher than her shoulders, giving her arm an awkward and seemingly uncomfortable tilt to it blew out their air from her cheeks and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth quickly thinking of an excuse, “Phstt.. Well duh…” She began rolling her eyes continuing to look “natural”, “I meant i’ve got stuff to do early in the morning, so I need to get sleep so I’m fully rested for that.. stuff that I have to do.” Did that sound good? Who am I kidding of course that sounded good.. Completely n-a-t-u-r-a-l she thought to her self when she couldn’t in face be farther than the truth. And Chat saw right through it. 

Something was up with the girl, she just looked so… well.. awkward and uncomfortable. But he wasn’t about to stay and pester her any longer than he already had, “Alright then, Marinette, I’ll see you soon. Have a good night, purrincess..” He smiled creeping out the doors of her balcony perking a smile on her lips. 

Okay Marinette focus. You need to get out of here fast and beat Chat to the Pont des Arts. Quickly she lunged towards the bed searching through her pillows for her small companion and quickly transforming, shooting off her balcony in great hurry. 

Though- it was not fast enough. 

“Chat…?” She said nervously as her feet touched down on the bridge. 

The cat themed hero slowly turned with a smug grin plastered on his face, “ Well, well, well… If it isn’t late-ybug” 

The masked girl sharply exhaled, “oh my god… Please, Chat, spare me the puns..” She grumbled leaning up against the railing of the bridge and looking over the edge, down at the water. 

Chat grinned, “I never thought I’d see the day where I’d arrive earlier than Milady.” He joked nudging his shoulder against hers, “What took you so long?” 

Ladybugs eyebrows furrowed, “Woah there kitty, you only beat me here by a few minutes, don’t get cocky- and for you information I was busy.” She replied with somewhat of a snappy tone.

 “Busy enough to keep my lady away from her knight in shining armor.” He joked. 

There was a certain type of ease that the two felt together when they were alone. They truly felt as if they were being their honest true selves to the other. Despite the fact that neither one knew the other’s identity or history Ladybug an Chat Noir knew Ladybug and Chat Noir better than anyone on the planet. The two, though having never said it to each other, shared the agreement of one importantly specific thing:

Being unknown behind their masks made it easy for them to be free. To the both of them they felt more like they constantly wore masks outside of costume and in civilian attire. 

“So - let’s get on with the night, shall we?” Chat asked eager to really get home and finish up his homework, though - he wouldn’t mind staying out an extra hour or two to spend time with the most beautiful masked face in all of Paris.

The two continued on their normal patrol, splitting up to cover more ground. Eventually coming across each other’s paths and starting up an overly sarcastic conversation from above the Parisian rooftops that would go somewhere along the lines of:

“Is that…. Is that Chat Noir/ Ladybug !? It’s been forever since i’ve seen you last! How are you doing? And your kids?…ect.” 

Ladybug was never one for acting so during these childishly pleasant exchanges she was never able to hold a straight face. Chat on the other hand was marvelous at is. It reminded her of all the times that she would go out with her mother and be recognized. Chat Noir was purrfect at pretending to be a middle aged woman who had just spotted her old friend from university. Of course- Imagining Chat as a middle aged woman certainly didn’t add to her aide of keeping a straight face.

The two met at the end of their route, Ladybug could see her balcony from where they stood. It was almost 22:30 and the two teens were well past tired. Ladybug hugged her shoulders as a cool breeze whipped by her- not only that but she could hear the silent bell jingles of the creeping cat’s collar sneaking up behind her. 

It was strange almost. From behind she reminded him of someone. He found himself stalking behind her gently reaching out a leather covered hand towards the hair dangling from her pigtail. Pigtails were just so… swattable? Just this once and he’d never do it again. His hand continuing to reach out, sneaking up on the seemingly unsuspecting hero when-

“I thought I said you couldn’t touch that?” 

Her voice rang out seconds too late before she had realized what she had done.

The two stood silent. 

Maybe she thought Maybe if I just don’t say anything… Maybe he didnt-

“M-… Marinette…?”

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I guess that’s what happens when Marinette lays too many ground rules XP sorta did a revealish type short?

Also I feel like an idiot because I most definately read your prompt wrong but I didn’t want to delete this one because I really liked it T-T PleaSE FORGIVE ME