although i think someone should continue this or like write one please that would be great

First Crush (part 3)

Originally posted by tom-is-bae

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Tony Stark (dad) x Reader

Summary: After being home schooled your whole life, it’s finally your first day in high school. You are so excited to finally have a chance to live a normal teenage life. Well as normal as you could get.

Word count: 1000

A/N: This is the first thing that I have ever written so please go easy on me. I have written five parts to this story and I’m going to post a new part everyday. I would really appreciate constructive criticism. So, if you think of something that I could do better let me know! So here we go. I hope you guys like it!

PS You can send me requests if you want! I can write about almost any MCU character and actor. By sending me requests you can help me improve myself. Send your requests here!

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Peter’s point of view:

Y/N and I had been friends for a few weeks now. She had become one of my best friends and the biggest crush I have ever had. Every time I saw her smile and heard her laugh I fell in love with her even more. Ned figured out my crush almost instantly and has been teasing me about it since then. He has been dropping hints at Y/N, not so subtly may I add. But Y/N seems to be completely oblivious about it and she hasn’t (luckily) figured it out yet.

“Peteeer!” I heard a familiar voice yell and felt her hugging me from behind. God, she smelled amazing. Her signature perfume had become my favorite smell in the world. “H-heeey Y/N” I replied and cursed myself for stuttering. I mean seriously I had known her for weeks and I still couldn’t control my stutters. “I just ran into Ned and he told me about your movie night tonight and invited me to join you guys. I don’t know if he told you about it yet but I’ll be there. Hope you don’t mind” Y/N said with the biggest smile on her face. God that smile makes never fails to make my heart beat out of my chest. And those soft-looking pink lips, the most perfect set of lips I have ever seen. I wonder what it would feel like to kiss those lips and- “Peter you don’t mind do you?” she continued now with a slightly worried expression. I jumped out of my thoughts and shook the image of kissing her out of my head “N-no no of course not! I would love for you to join us.” I told her emphasizing the word ‘love’ way too much. “Great I can’t wait!” she cheered “walk with me to math?” she asked. I nodded and shut my locker.

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Marinette was wrapped in a blanket on her chaise, while Chat Noir sat backward in her desk chair, spinning around absentmindedly.

“So what did you want to talk about, Chat?” she asked, taking a sip of her hot chocolate. She had been waiting for him to say something for five minutes now.

He dragged his feet on the floor to stop himself. “I wanted to ask you something.”

She pulled her blanket tighter around herself. “Go ahead.”

He put his chin on his arms and stared at her. “How do you tell someone you love them?”

“Is this about Ladybug?” she wondered.

“Um, no,” he admitted. “It’s about a different girl this time.”

Marinette raised her eyebrows in surprise, which was immediately followed by a twinge of pain in her chest. “Are you not in love with Ladybug anymore?”

He shook his head with a chuckle. “I fell in love with someone else, if you can believe.”

Her chest ached as she digested that. She had continually rejected his advances on Ladybug in hopes that someday, he would see Marinette instead. Although she would have preferred him to fall in love with Marinette, at least he had always been in love with a part of her. “So, um, what’s this new girl like?”

Chat Noir let out a dreamy sigh, closing his eyes. “She’s perfect. You know, I thought I was in love with Ladybug, but this girl has shown me what true love really is. I can’t imagine being with anyone else. That’s what I want to tell her.”

Marinette’s throat suddenly felt tight. She took a big gulp of hot chocolate, trying to maintain her composure. “It sounds like you have no problem coming up with the right words.”

“Yes, but what should the atmosphere be like?” he asked, opening his eyes to look at her again. “What kind of flowers should I bring? Scented or unscented candles? Do all girls like chocolates? What about background music?”

Marinette rolled her eyes. Chat Noir was probably the only boy in Paris who would worry about things like this. “What’s your budget like?”


She raised her eyebrow in curiosity. “Unlimited?”

“Being a superhero has its perks,” he replied with a wink.

‘Well, that’s just not true,’ she thought grumpily. “If you want my opinion, I would go with carnations, vanilla scented candles to go with the flowers, go for milk chocolate, not dark chocolate, and piano instrumentals are always romantic background music.” She tried not to picture it as she spoke. Chat Noir listened intently, as if everything she said was a vital piece of information. “And make sure it’s warm,” she added, shivering. Her room wasn’t as heated as the rest of the house, despite being on the top floor, and her space heater had been broken for a week.

“That sounds great,” Chat told her, beaming. “I should let you get some rest, though. You’re busy tomorrow night, right?”

She nodded. “We’re going to go visit my dad’s brother, since they just had their baby.”

Chat Noir climbed up to her trap door. “I’ll let you know how it all works out,” he promised before disappearing.

“Please don’t,” Marinette said to the empty room.

“Are you okay, Marinette?” Tikki asked, coming out of her hiding spot.

“Yes,” she mumbled. “I just want to sleep. And not be cold.”

Marinette spent most of the next day trying not to think about Chat Noir. She wondered about who the girl was, when Chat was going to confess, where he would take her, if he would capitalize on any of her suggestions. What color would the carnations be? Where would he buy the chocolates? She sighed as she listened to her aunt drone on and on about different types of diapers.

When she got home, she told her parents she was turning in early. She wanted nothing more than to turn on a sappy movie and mope. Since when had Chat Noir meant this much to her?

She climbed into her room and froze with her foot on the last step. There were pink, white, and red carnations scattered about her room, laying in piles and sitting in vases. At least two dozen candles of varying heights were light in strategic places, giving the room a muted glow. A radio on her desk was playing “Clair de Lune”. Chat Noir stood in the middle of the room, yet another bundle of carnations in one hand and a box of luxury chocolates in the other. On the floor next to him, a tiny space heater pumped warm air into the room.

She blinked at him in confusion, closing the trap door. “Chat?”

“Princess,” he said with a smile. “I thought I knew what love felt like, but I didn’t truly know until the last few months I’ve spent with you. I can’t imagine being with anyone else. You’re the perfect girl for me.”

She sat down hard on the chaise, narrowly avoiding a few stray carnations. To Chat’s shock, she burst into tears.

“Marinette, what’s wrong?” he asked, dropping flowers and the chocolate next to her. “Did I do something wrong?” He knelt on the floor in front of her so they were on an even level.

She laughed through her tears. “No, not at all. I was so heartbroken yesterday when you said were in love with someone, so this is kind of overwhelming.”

Chat smiled in relief. “I didn’t think I would upset you by asking,” he admitted. “I just wanted to make it perfect.”

She threw her arms around him, nuzzling her face into his neck. “I love you, too, Chat Noir.”
Here’s the second part of @sarahwolflin‘s request! I hope you liked it as much as I liked writing it! These two are just so precious. 

potterlocked16  asked:

Hiii. I love you writing, it is so good! I was wondering if you could write/ if you know a fic in which Draco gets really jealous of someone hitting on Harry and starts acting all possesive and shit? :D

OMG thank you so so much!! :) You’re so sweet! ❤️️
Um, here’s the thing: I am awful at fic recs? I’m so sorry? So I hope you don’t mind I just wrote you a little something? ❤️️❤️️❤️️

“This is getting ridiculous, Draco,” Pansy said as she murmured the incantation to heal Draco’s palm. Draco said nothing. He was still gritting his teeth. As soon as Pansy was finished, he snatched his hand out of her grip.

“Thanks a lot,” he said waspishly.

“Hey, I’m not the one who made you smash that glass. Show a little more gratitude. You’re being a brat,” she said with a scowl.

“Nobody made me smash that glass. The glass was… fragile.” Draco mentally rolled his eyes at himself.

“Right,” Pansy replied flatly. She looked over her shoulder and Draco couldn’t help but follow her gaze. His eyes landed on Potter, sitting at the bar and chatting animatedly with some bloke. Draco balled his hands into fists. This seemed to be his natural reaction to seeing Potter like this. It was how he had accidentally smashed that glass he had been holding.

“I need another drink,” Draco muttered. Pansy’s head snapped back around.

“Oh no, you don’t. Don’t go over there. You’ll embarrass yourself.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Draco growled as he watched the bloke stroking Potter’s arm. This was it. Now he definitely had to go over there.

“Draco,” Pansy called after him, but there was no stopping him now.

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anonymous asked:

could u write a scenario of lance finding his s/o that he left behind on earth in a galra prison ship and just like, him comforting them and their first night safe in the castle with him?

My son deserves happiness and not the angst I put him through to get there

Lance had thought that leaving behind everything on Earth had been one of the hardest things he had ever done. It was nothing compared to finding a piece of his life turn back up on a Galra prison ship. When he had laid his eyes on s/o he suddenly felt like a broken mirror, shattered on impact and unfocused. Out of all the impossible things he dealt with on a daily basis this was the thing that he just couldn’t accept as real, it had to be some kind of mind trick just to throw him off. But then he heard his name leave their lips and their eyes look at him wide and hopeful. It was then that he knew that this wasn’t a trick, this was terrible and real. It blinded him with rage and he couldn’t remember much after that, not that it mattered because the only thing he cared about was the end result. And he got exactly what he wanted … kind of.

They were back safely in the castle which should have been more than enough to make him happy. After all how often had he daydreamed about being the hero for s/o? To sweep them up in his arms and have them fawning over just how strong and powerful he was? Too often to count and yet he was feeling more nervous than the day he had asked them out, which was saying a lot since that day involved a lot of puking and several shirts ruined by sweat. It was just that he was realizing that being a hero wasn’t about saving damsels in distress, it was about dealing with the after math of bad people doing horrible things.

And at that moment he wasn’t feeling like much of a hero as he sat cradling s/o in his arms while they continued to cry into their third consecutive hour. Lance knew that he should be trying to do more but he felt as if he was recovering from shock himself. “Sweetheart … angel … please tell me what I can do. I am completely at a loss here and I can’t stand seeing you like this,” he muttered into their hair, kissing the crown of their head while pulling them even closer to his chest. He breathed in their scent, memories of laughter and sunshine breaking through the cold still air.

“I wish this was as simple as failing a test. Remember what I did then?” he asked with a small smile and a deep chuckle building in his chest “I tried to have Hunk show me how to bake brownies. Mine of course came out terrible so I tried to steal his to act as if they were my own. Too bad I ended up eating all of them before seeing you the next day. I still think that those crumbs were equally as delicious and were more than appropriate in cheering someone up,” he added feeling the ghost of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

 His smile grew when he heard the crying turn into sniffles and a small hiccup of a laugh. “I’m just glad that he had the sense to make a second batch knowing exactly what would happen,” they said, their voice hoarse and rough but it was music to his ears. They hadn’t said a word since coming back to the castle and this was more than a step in the right direction. “Though if I remember right … you made me fail that test because you had me so distracted I didn’t finish on time. You kept blowing me kisses and holding up cheesy pickup lines you wrote on scratch paper,” they continued, shifting to that they were now looking up at him with tears still on their eyelashes but sounding much clearer.

It was so small and yet he felt his heart melting, the familiar family of butterflies taking up their residence in his stomach. Even a million light years from Earth and he found himself completely enamored by s/o. “I refuse to acknowledge any wrong doing and stick with my defense that you were the one distracting me with that cute face of yours. I can take this to court if thats what you want, although maybe the jury would also be swayed by the hotness radiating off of you,” he teased, his fingers running down their sides in a soft tickle. It achieved just what he was looking for, a laugh.

They laughed and scurried to push his hands away. “Thats my (girl/boy/personal preference),” he sighed happily, feeling all the muscles he hadn’t even realized were tight relax all at once. “Hey I got an idea why don’t we try and get rid of those puffy circles under your eyes? I got some great face masks from the space mall, not that I am sure we are ever welcome back to get more, and while we let our faces get all cleaned and junk I can braid your hair. Cause wow its gotten so much longer since I saw you last and I am loving it. Keith is going to be so jealous~” he sang giving a small shimmy in what was suppose to be an attempt at dancing. 

 “You know that actually sounds really nice,” they said reaching a hand up to stroke his cheek. Lance eagerly leaned into the caress, kissing the tips of their fingers. “It will be just like when we were at the garrison. I missed those spa nights Lance … I missed you.” They finally met his eyes making him realize that they had been avoiding doing that all night. He felt himself holding his breath as he stared down at them, counting their freckles and the different shades of (eye color) speckled in their eyes. He had missed this too, more than anything.

“Things are going to be okay now s/o. I know that because of me that you went through a hell of a lot but I’m here now. I’m going to make things right. I’ll make things normal again,” Lance whispered, breathing the promises against their lips that were suddenly so close to his. There were tears in their eyes again but they where laughing, smiling against him. Maybe they were the good kind of tears like the ones he was blinking back.

“I don’t want normal Lance. I want you,” they finally said before at last crossing the bridge between their mouths and kissing him. It was wet and salty, short and rough with their chapped lips against his own soft ones. “After all your my hero,” they said with a tinkering laugh, holding his face in their hands “and despite everything I think … I think this is where I belong.”

Lance smiled back, a steady stream of tears of his own staining his cheeks. “You’re absolutely right, there is no where you belong more than here with me.” 

Beneath the Surface - Request

Requested by anon:  hello can you do a sherlock x reader angst based on the song beneath the surface by dream theatre thank you ♡

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 1,440

Warnings: Angsty.

A/N: I tried to write something different with this one. I hope you like it. ;)
Also, this is set between season 3 and season 4 (you know when Mycroft wants to send Sherlock away…)
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Originally posted by ofallingstar

“My dear lover (Y/N),

I must ask you a question, as it is the only way I can get rid of this sentiment invading my brilliant mind. A question, perhaps, too ridiculous to come from a man like me, yet important to kept my sanity. Please, forgive me if I cause trouble, but you know I must focus solely on what matters; my job, which is the only thing that fulfils me, or so I thought. I’m spoiling the point, forgive me. I will ask you the question now – it is a great time to stop reading – and please promise me you will never repeat it out loud, and you will never talk about it –or this letter, for that matter – with anyone. I don’t know what will be of me after such thing. The paragraph is too big, I fear, I will write the question on the next one, as a starter, like an elegant letter. I’m sorry for this introduction, I can’t put my mind on order and you will see why very soon. I really hope you understand that that is the reason why my usually clear calligraphy has turned into a mess, or why I can’t make myself write a drabble and then type a proper version that is perfectly understandable.

Is there ever a right time? You had led me to believe you’d be there for me. Perhaps when the star aligned, when you weren’t so consumed. I looked for clues, for it is all I know how to do, and yet I found none. John told me to be patient, and so I waited in the shadows, looking for the minimal cue that showed me the time was right – but it never happened.

It was then when I stopped caring, and God knows I am utterly regretful at that choice. I forgot the reason why I longed to be so close to you, and faded – disappeared – into the darkness, the same darkness in which I had hidden my feelings until the proper time arrived. Said darkness turned into pain, a pain that I had never felt before, and I’m afraid it never went away. It hurts, my love, and it will continue to hurt forevermore.

I wore my feelings, I never hid them until John suggested to. I craved for the moment when you realized that my love for you was new to me, and so I couldn’t quite confess with words what I felt with my soul. Words are never enough to such things, you’ll see, no matter how strong they are only actions can interpret the feelings of the heart.

Am I being too poetic? I’m afraid so, but then again, I don’t feel like myself. That is why I’m writing to you this letter. I must expel everything out, as it is the only way I can rest in peace each night, without you invading my mind.

Where was I? Oh yes, I wore my feelings but after I stopped caring, I hid them; I buried all of the remains deep beneath the surface. <- That is quite a catchy phrase, should I write it more often?

I’m deeply sorry for not knowing the truth; for believing I was the only one suffering in silence. If I had deduced it in time… But love blinds us all, and I couldn’t imagine a human like you in love with a monster like me. I now blame that as the reason why the right time never came; it was always there, but we were too blind and scared.

I appreciate your effort trying to protect my fragile frame. You couldn’t risk it, could you? If you had, maybe I would go mad – but dear, my dearest (Y/N), I am already mad.

How was your search? The search for words, the rehearsals of what you’d do when the moment came… I know mine was tedious, and more than once I thought of quitting and confessing my love at any time without any hesitation. But I couldn’t do it, because I believed you deserved more than a mad man bursting into millions of pieces out of a sudden, especially me, who you know to be a well-centred person. I would scream just to be heard, yelling at the stars above – but I fear the stars were the only ones to know apart from John.

John found out a bit later, after you and I both stopped caring. He noticed the break up between us, although there was nothing to break up since there was nothing between us. But I craved for it with all of my might. I was bleeding just to feel, and have you feel back – I craved your soft touch, and your never ending love; it was perhaps egoistical from me to dream of you falling in love, but I needed it. I must admit that a bit of me got very proud of knowing that you did love me back.

If you had only told me how you truly felt, things would be different. I would be writing another kind of letter – if any – and not a good-bye one. I would be by your side, with my mind on its place and my heart warm by your side. But I’m afraid it will never happen, and I will never see you again.

Is this making things easier for you? I knew you would try to run away, quitting perhaps, but I’m sure you would never consider that I would kill a man threatening your and all of my family’s life; did you think I could murder someone? Of course you didn’t, because you were in love and love blind us all. But I did, and now I will have to go away. This letter is to free us both from the invisible chain we unconsciously tied around our necks.

The shell of what things could have been will be destroyed once I finish writing this letter, and hopefully yours will once you finish reading it. The secrets we kept were too frail, and our tired bones must rest now. Carrying such weight isn’t healthy, you know it for sure.

I’m sad to think I never knew. Not only does it mean I’m not as good as I thought I was, but it also means I missed the chance of my life. Do you feel the same? After reading this letter, and after doing whatever it is that you chose to do with it, will you forgive me for being so blind? I kept you away from love, happiness and maybe a future. You will now walk the London streets alone, knowing that it could have been me by your side, rather than the cold wind and the yellow fog.

I hope that your future is as bright as mine can’t be. A person like you will be able to find someone else soon, and hopefully someone better. I must admit, I was very concerned that you would fall for me, because I know who I am and I know that you deserve better. I also know that this letter has different messages that may result confusing, but do know that love is confusing and, although I have stopped caring, my love for you will continue for the rest of my days as an old memory deep inside my soul.

Remember those nights, at the very top of the bridge that crosses the Thames, in which we would find the one boat sailing earlier than the rest? Remember the tiny red light it had on the top? Remember the pulsing, blurry vision we’d get of it once it sailed away? That is my love for you now. It is objective, because it is there, but it no longer shines in front row but rather in the back.

Am I being too harsh with you? Apologies, my lack of care is playing with us me. As said before, if I had known how you felt, things would be different. However, you kept me reaching in the dark for something to… conceal. Why did you do this? Did you stop caring before me? Please, do tell me how you achieved it.

I hope you don’t forget me, lover. I hope you find someone else that isn’t as blind or fragile as me. Please, don’t remember me as the killer that wrote you a sad letter just to shake you off his mind. Remember me as the world’s smartest man, the one that you were once able to love. Maybe then I will turn human again.

Dig my dear, dig deep beneath the surface.

Forever yours,

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Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: You’re probably busy, so no rush, but ohhh my gooooood is there any way you could continue that Draco Drabble? 40 and 21, I believe? Only because you had me hooked and now I want to know more 😱

A/N: a lot of you have asked for part two, so here you go! (after a long time. soz, i just love procrasinating) xx!! you can find part 1 here . also, hope it lived up to your expectations!

It’s been a week. A week since you and Draco broke up (though it wasn’t an official break up) and it was an understatement to say that you were sad. You were devastated, because as corny as it sounds, you truly cared about Draco and believed you were starting to fall in love with him, which apparently, was your greatest mistake.

He hasn’t tried reaching out to you, he thought it was the best to keep distance until he got his emotions in the right place, to figure out whether what he was feeling for you was real and strong enough to try and ask you for another chance. He was tired, really tired, he has spent nights thinking about it, barely sleeping, but what pained him most was seeing you, heart broken. He’d notice the dark circles around your eyes when you’d show up to eat, ー when you’d show up to eat, because the first days you wouldn’t even do that ー he’d notice your eyes red and he just knew you had been crying. And it was his fault. And it made him feel horrible, because as much of an asshole he was to other people, he never wanted to be an asshole to you. He didn’t know why he was doing what he was doing, he just simply didn’t know what commitment was, he never had a serious relationship before and he knew very well that wasn’t an excuse to be a douche. If he came to you with this excuse, he’d have been slapped physically, too. Emotionally, he had already been slapped; the fact that you broke up with him made him feel sad and he didn’t understand that at first. If he did have feelings for you, then why in the world was he looking at other girls?

Draco’s mind was a very strange place, probably that’s why he was an asshole, because he didn’t think much; because he was afraid of his own mind and the dark things that were lying in there.

With that being said, one day, however, he realised what a great mistake he had made when he saw you with someone else.

It was Saturday and you were in the library, reading. Draco, totally randomly, was in the library too, writing an essay he had due Monday. He didn’t know you were in the library, though.

As you were reading, a guy approached you, sitting in the chair next to you and starting talking a bit louder than you should in a library, causing Madam Pince to shush you two up. That caught Draco’s attention, looking up from his paper to see who was upsetting the librarian (just out of curiosity, he was completely bored, so anything was a distraction) and saw you. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of you, but then he saw another person next to you, hugging you and talking to you. He frowned, suddenly feeling like he wanted to punch that guy in the face. Were they friends? Obviously, they were more than that as they were sitting so close to each other and hugging. Did she move on that quickly? He wouldn’t blame her, he was horrible with her, but something about you being with anyone else made Draco’s heart sink. A week ago he was hugging you, he was kissing you, he was your boyfriend. Now, you two wouldn’t even talk.

But if he didn’t have strong feelings for you, would he be this jealous? Was it because he wanted all the girls for himself? Clearly not, he wasn’t that obnoxious. But the sight of you with another guy, made him really realise what he lost.

And it was time he got you back. Or, at least, tried.

During class, he kept glancing at you while you tried to do your potion, you tried to do it perfect. He smiled at how you sighed dramatically and pouted everytime you got it wrong; she was really cute, Draco thought.

After Potions ended, Draco gathered his things as quickly as possible; he wanted to talk to you, finally, when he realised that what he was feeling was real. He was really nervous, he knew you were probably starting a thing with that guy, so he didn’t get his hopes up, he just wanted to say something, anything. He wanted to prove he wasn’t the guy you thought he was ー a cheater, a liar ー although, he wasn’t sure he had any proof at all.

“Y/N?” he asked really quietly, while everyone else was exiting the class room. He thought you didn’t hear him, he barely heard himself, but you did. You froze, halfway through putting everything in your bag. You froze when hearing his voice.

You took a deep breath and turned around. “Yes?”

Draco was taken aback. It was the first time in a week he had looked directly into your eyes; they were cold and held sadness, sadness caused by him. Guilt took over Draco. And your tone, it was like you were talking to a stranger, even though it was just a simple ‘yes’. He was used with hearing your warm voice. “Could we, er, talk?” He tried so hard to keep eye contact with you, but as much as he tried he couldn’t. If he would, he would start crying right here.

You looked at him hesitantly, but sighed. “Yeah.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn’t know how exactly to start. Why didn’t he think about what he was going to say? He was so determined to talk to her and convince her to give him another chance, but he ever thought about what he was going to say. Clever.

“Well?” you asked, impatiently. Deep down, you wanted him to say something that could make you forgive him. But was there something that could make you forgive him?

“I’m sorry,” he started, gulping. “I know it’s not a good way to start and you’re probably gonna roll your eyes, b-but please, could you listen to me for a bit?” He frowned, looking into your eyes.

Your face softened, but not enough for him to notice. You sighed. You missed him so much, you wanted to hug him right now. But it wouldn’t be right. He did wrong, not you. You nodded, waiting for him to speak.

“I know I hurt you, I know and I feel like a shit bag for that. You had every right to break up with me, yell at me or even punch me because I know emotional pain doesn’t even compare with physical pain,” he said, running a hand through his platinum hair. “But I just want you to know that… I care about you, I always had, and I know it didn’t seem like it and I feel really bad for only realising how much I do only after we broke up.” He paused for a few seconds, then continued.

“This week I have realised a lot of things, how I really feel about you and I love you, Y/N, I really do.” He looked at you to see any kind of emotion, but your face was emotionless. “And I don’t have any explanation as to why I did what I did throughout our relationship, but I’m sorry, I really am. I know that doesn’t make any difference, butー”

“It does,” you interrupted him. “It does make a difference, because at least now I know you’re not a heartless asshole,” you said, wanting to smile, but kept it.

He smiled for a few seconds, then it disappeared. “I completely understand if you go out with someone else, I am not entitled as your boyfriend anymore, but I just want you to know that I still care for you.”

“Well, you’re lucky I’m not going out with anyone, then,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“What do you mean? I saw you in the library, with that guy…” he trailed off, looking at you.

You frowned, then you understood what he was talking about. “Oh, that guy. That’s my best friend’s boyfriend, not mine. Do you seriously think I’d move on that easily? I still love you, as hard it is to admit, but that doesn’t change anythingー” you stopped yourself from talking, when Draco gulped and his eyes watered.

“I understand,” he whispered, looking at the ground. His voice was trembling, tears pricking at his eyes, wanting to roll down his pale cheeks. “I just wanted to let you know that the relationship wasn’t one sided, I still have feelings for you and I’m really sorry I hurt you. If I could take your pain I would, believe me.”

He stood there, staring at the ground, with tears filling his eyes. Was he telling the truth? Of course he was, he was crying, for goodness’ sake! He wouldn’t have even bothered to tell you all this if it wasn’t true. You sighed deeply. You hoped you wouldn’t regret this. “Draco?” you whispered.

He looked into your eyes. He could barely see you through his tears. You frowned; you hated seeing him like this. “I forgive you.”

He blinked, the tears rolled down his cheeks and he looked at you in wonder. “You… do?” he askes confused.

You nodded, closing your eyes. “Yeah, I do. But,” you added, “it still hurts. I know you want a second chance, I want to give it to you, but I don’t wanna get hurt anymore,” you whispered, now your turn to look at the ground.

“No, no! I promise, Y/N, it won’t be like that, not anymore. I love you,” he promised, a bit desperately. He took a step closer, lifting your chin with his finger so you’ll look him in the eyes. “I love you. It’s only you.”

You smiled sadly. “I love you, too, Draco.”

He leaned in and pressed his lips onto yours, kissing you gently. For you, it was like a kiss after months of being apart, but for him it was like something new. Was this how it felt to really love someone? Because if it was, he wanted to hold on to this as much as he could.

Episode 97, part 2: is anyone getting any sleep on this goddamn blimp??

(part 1 is here)

Short answer: no.

Not Anzu, who wakes up in Ryou’s empty room, and not Yugi, who is woken shortly thereafter by Anzu.

And must have been awake at least once since he went to sleep and talked to Yami in Yami’s Soul Room, because the Puzzle is on his bedside locker now:

headcanon: he rolled over in his sleep and hit his head on the Puzzle

Given that the puzzle seems to be about ~12 cm wide and not quite as tall, and the density of gold is 19.3 g/cm^3, the Puzzle, with an estimated volume approaching 500 cm^3 probably weighs around 9 kg (or around 20 lbs for those of you who still haven’t adopted the decimal system of revolutionary France). So (a) how is Yugi even carrying this around on his fucking neck the whole time and (b) I’m surprised he didn’t give himself a black eye trying to sleep with it in his bed in the first place.

(Also please note his hair spikes left spiky indents on his pillow!)

Anzu, to her credit, is genuinely worried about Bakura as a friend, like, he gets overlooked by the writers (and therefore the characters) but the Yugi-tachi really do care about him.

okay even though Yugi’s face here is low-key screaming “why should I care?” like he was really hoping if Anzu knocked on his door in the middle of the goddamn night it wouldn’t be for this shit again

But he gets dressed and OBVIOUSLY puts on his Duel Disk™ and they set off..

Meanwhile, in another room of people not getting enough sleep:

Look I know all eyes are on Mokuba here and how sweet it is that Mokuba would try to stay up with his brother and how even sweeter it is that he can’t but doesn’t leave and just falls asleep right there and how sweetest it is that Seto would pause what he was doing to take off his own coat to at least make him comfortable although it would be a lot sweeter if he just took him to fucking bed and went to fucking bed and you just know this happens like every four days jfc Seto sort your shit out but ANYWAY I just want you all to know that the blimp on-screen is 3-D and rotating and this suggests very strongly to me that Kaiba is monitoring the blimp actively while doing his Ra-research (Rasearch?) and honestly that means that the chances are really high that he knows Yamis Malik and Bakura are having a duel to the death on top of his airship and just doesn’t give one single shit about it

What does he give a shit about?


Not only is Kaiba’s Virus Combo unlikely to work, Kaiba finds out -somefuckinghow since there isn’t THAT much writing on the Ra card - that Ra has a second special ability, wherein

Which is a pretty fuckin good ability, tbh. 

and idk maybe it’s not fair because I’ve seen this show before but I really feel like Someone should have even for a moment considered that this huge-ass deity of almost-unknowable power might have a special ability or two that, even if Someone wasn’t able to use, Someone could have at least prevented his opponent from using for a turn or two since SOMEONE knew full well that his opponent has a Resurrection of the Dead card in his hand right now… *coughBakurahasadeathwishcough*

!!! It was you who stopped!!! Yami Malik has been TRYING to continue this already but you were too busy bitching at your ~partner~!!!

oh whatever

yes, let’s just continue this already!

Yami Malik, in a move that I’m Sure could not have been predicted by even the wisest of sages, says that yes, the ultrapowerful avatar of the gods themselves has more than one Special Ability and that he will now use one that even Original Flavour Malik will be surprised by…

and honestly wtf Malik, how does your mental illness know more about your deck and your keystone Monster than you do? 

Yami Malik admits that even if he uses Resurrection of the Dead on Ra, since Magic Cards only work on God Cards for a single turn before being, one presumes, immolated by the incandescent light and heat of the glory of the all-powerful, Ra will have a brief sojourn back in the world of the living

he says, looking into the camera like he’s on The Office


But never fear, 

he claims, cloakily.

Malik tries not to panic, pointing out that even if Ra does return for a turn, what can it do? It’ll be on the field, 

Bakura may or may not try not to panic, but if he’s trying not to panic, his face tells me he is succeeding about as well at that as he is at playing this card game.

Yami Malik’s face, meanwhile, tells me that the animators need to lay off the drugs

only you and some nerd downstairs with tiny belts on his arms

Yami Malik calms down enough to explain that using this ability, the player

as ATK to Ra. Usually this would be a meh to pretty great kind of deal, but thanks to how the duel has gone so far, with Yami Bakura losing most of his LP (mostly to himself), and Yami Malik not only losing none, but actively gaining more than the same amount again, it’s currently a FUCKING AMAZING deal.

Knowing what kind of absolute and utter geeks even the serial killers on the blimp are, Yugi and Anzu find the Yamis M and B in the very first place they look, the CARD GAME BLIMP DECK PUN INTENDED™ 

or rather, they find an ominous purple cloud, which Yami, quickly taking over from Yugi, points out is one of the key giveaways of a Dark Game, and suggests to Anzu,

“um bitch I don’t even HAVE a room your #duelistprivilege is showing” 

Actually what she says is,

“That’s not fair! … I exclude everyone when there’s an emergency!”

This is an interesting line and I’m trying to think of places where Yami or Yugi would have specifically tried to keep Anzu back. I think Yami does try to put himself between danger and everyone/anyone else, and I think there’s a couple of occasions where the boys generally try to protect Anzu specifically, like in the souls-in-cards game against Yami Bakura. As a non-duelist (generally) and often the only girl, I bet Anzu does get frustrated!

Yami goes on to say that he now knows he’s supposed to obtain his lost memory and says,


… wait does that mean that up until this point you were cool with it??

Believe In Me

Request: In which Jungkook swears to always protect you—even if you don’t accept him.
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst, Guardian Angel!AU
Word Count: 8,681
Author’s Note: oh my god I finally finished this. I don’t know how I feel about it yet, but I hope you guys like it!!


Jungkook doesn’t remember dying.

He actually doesn’t remember anything much about, well, anything. As strange as it may sound, all he really remembers is darkness. Just an endless pitch, devoid of any life, the only thing to keep him company the whispers and remnants of his own thoughts—even though he’s not even sure he’s had much to begin with. It just feels like he’s floating around in some sort of strange bubble of extended unconsciousness, aware of everything and yet absolutely nothing all at the same time.

He isn’t aware of how long he’s stuck in this stage, caught between the realms of the dead and the living, unable to settle in one for too long, before it feels like he’s being pulled down. As if the carpet beneath his feet have been ripped from below him, sending him spiraling until he’s standing within a white room with no doors and no windows.

It all feels a little bit like waking up, embracing some sort of artificial sunlight that takes the form of blinding lights without a source and Jungkook is left alone to walk, touch the walls as the questions spring in his mind like wildflowers. He’s confused, because even though he doesn’t remember dying he knows for a fact that he’s dead and when he pictured afterlife this is certainly not what he had been expecting. Whatever fantasy he may have conjured up in his mind seem a lot more exciting than the confined space of 4 walls, no end in sight.

“You must have a lot of questions right now.”

Jungkook whirls around towards the voice, sprouting from someone he knows could not have been in the room a few seconds ago. But again, he knows he must certainly be dead because how else could someone have appeared within a room with no windows or doors, an eerie quietness drifting and biting at his skin—a previous reminder that he had been alone.

Up until now.

The speaker of the statement is a man behind a desk, hair a short pale blue color and black framed glasses across his face, fingers laced together and folded upon a file. The man is unfamiliar, yet his smile is one of comfort and a vague recognition, and Jungkook could have sworn he’s seen this man before once in his lifetime. Or, at the very least, he trusts this man almost immediately. It could be a naive part of Jungkook’s original nature, but the man has just appeared to him out of thin air, seemingly willing to answer any question Jungkook dare try to speak—and he seems calm.

Jungkook turns to face the man completely. “I died,” He speaks quietly, clearing his voice when it sounds as if he hasn’t had to use it in years, like vocals rubbing against sandpaper.

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The Variety Show

Archie Andrews x Reader #1

Warnings: none that i can think of 

Word Count: 1.2k+ 

Requested: nope, it’s my own creation 

Notes: hurray to my first ever riverdale imagine, i am so excited. 

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Originally posted by dobhennig


Your palms were slightly sweaty and you could feel the nerves wrestling in the pit of your stomach, but you were nothing compared to the boy sitting next to you. Archie Andrews, the infamous football player that turned down the captain’s position for his music. You only knew him in infamy, but you had both grown up in Riverdale and were familiar faces in each other’s lives. His knees were bouncing up and down as he twiddled with his fingers, occasionally re-tuning his guitar over and over again.

“Hey you’re gonna be great, I can tell. No need to be nervous,” you said kindly, resting a hand on his knee to stop its movements.

He let out a breathy laugh, giving away his nerves even more, “is it that obvious?”

“Well just a tad from the way you can’t keep still,” you replied humoring him. You could tell that although what you were saying was reaching his ears, the nerves were still much worse for him.

“Seriously Archie, you’re gonna be just fine. Break a leg okay?” you reassured as he gave you a smile, nodding, and headed onto the stage to audition for the variety show.  

You let out your own breath as your nerves jumbled seeing Archie struggle on the stage. He was choking, and there was nothing you could do to help him. As quickly as he had gone onto the stage, he rushed off. You caught his arm as he attempted to rush just past you.

“Archie…” you said sympathetically.

“It’s okay Y/N. You’re going to rock it on the stage enough for the both of us,” he quickly replied before continuing to rush out.

Your heart ached a bit after clearly seeing the disappointment in his eyes, but you knew you had to go on stage when Kevin called out your name to go next. Your audition went smoothly as you sang your heart and Kevin, who was impressed, offered you a slot for the show right away. You gladly accepted as you smiled brightly at your chance, which faded when you remembered how Archie had choked.

The next day had rolled around when you were being congratulated by Josie for getting a slot in the hallway when you saw Archie at his locker.

“Hey Josie, I’ll see you later okay?” you said shutting your locker and heading towards Archie’s.

“Oh okay girl, go get him,” she said making you laugh and shake your head.

“Hey Archie, still recovering from yesterday?” you asked politely making him shut his locker and face you.

“Yeah but at least I have a second chance now,” Archie replied with a bright smile.

“What do you mean?”

“Thanks to Veronica’s convincing, I’ve now got a slot. From what Kevin told me about it I’m right after the Pussycats and right before you.”

“Oh god, I’ve got to follow the one and only Archibald Andrews?!”

He chuckled in response, “I have a feeling you’re going to be just fine Y/N. Seriously, you’re gonna be amazing.”

“Please, you’ve never even heard me sing,” you scoffed.

“Something tells me that I don’t have to,” he smiled looking at you.

Before you knew it the night of the variety show had approached the two of you. You were the last acts to go and you were waiting with Archie in the wings of the stage whilst the Pussycats finished their song. The applause surrounded you both as they finished their song and you could see the jitters making their way back to Archie. You placed a hand on his shoulder making him turn to face you.

“You okay?” you asked the clearly nervous boy.

“You mean with the prospect of total humiliation in front of this entire town? I’m terrified,” Archie admitted to you.

“Hey I’m sure you’ve sung this song a thousand times and this is just another one. You’re going to be perfectly fine I swear. In fact, I am completely confident that you’ll be amazing. And if you get too nervous, look to someone you trust and know that I’ve got your back. Now go get ‘em,” you comforted as you pushed him towards the stage when Kevin announced his name.

You watched as he sat there for a while letting the pressure get to him, even worse when someone shouted “stick to football”, no doubt one of the jocks of the school. He looked to you and you flashed him a smile. Archie smiled and started strumming at what would be an amazing song. You couldn’t help the smile that spread on your face as he continued his song. The applause roared as Archie finished his song. He exited the stage with the largest smile on his face. He pulled you into a hug, leaving you a bit stunned.

“Thank you.”

“For what Archie?”

“For knowing what to say. You’re gonna kill it.”

“I’m not so sure about that, I mean how exactly am I going to follow when you just sang like that?”

“You’ll pull through, besides you’ve got me on the sidelines now.”

You heard as Kevin announced, “Last but certainly not least, give it up for the one and only  Y/N L/N!”

“That’s my cue,” you whispered.

“You got this,” he said as he grabbed your hand and squeezed lightly.

You picked up the guitar you were holding and swung it around you. You sat down on the stool that Archie had just sat on. You let out a breath and began to strum your song out. When you finished your song and the applause rang in your ears, deafening even. You looked over the wings and you saw Archie standing there with a smile as he applauded for you.

You exited the stage and headed out the auditorium doors with Archie as people in the hallway filtered in and started congratulating you. Among the festivities, Archie was dragged away by some of the football team as you stood there receiving your congratulations from friends. The festivities died down a bit as people began to leave for the night.

“You know I think we would sound amazing together,” Archie said approaching you.

“You think?” you teased.

“We should do a song together. I’ll tell you what, meet me at Pop’s tomorrow after school and then maybe we could head back to my garage to write?”

“Archie are you asking me on a date or just to write a song with you?” you asked, pulling slightly at his tie.

“Both?” his face flushing slightly.

“It’s a date then,” you smiled before placing a kiss on his cheek just before his dad approached him.

“Y/N! It’s nice to see you. You were amazing, the both of you were incredible,” Fred greeted as he saw the two of you.

“Thank you, Mr. Andrews,” you said.

“Please you can just call me Fred,” he replied. “You should come over to dinner sometime, any friend of Archie’s is always welcome.”

“Dad,” Archie interrupted.

“I would love to sometime Mr. An–Fred,” you corrected quickly with a smile.

“Alright well, then I’ll let you be on your way then.”

You shot a smile to Archie, “I’ll see you tomorrow Archie.”

“Tomorrow huh?” Fred asked Archie as soon as you stepped just out of earshot from the conversation.

“Dad!” Archie exclaimed causing his dad to laugh even more. 


A Fili Fanfic

Based on an imagine found here

“Mama, this is ridiculous.”

“Stop fiddling dear, you look fine.”

“No, I mean being paraded in front of the King.”

“Nonsense, he is the King, he enjoys this type of thing.”

“And you don’t think it at all demeaning?”

“Demeaning?  I can think of no greater honour!  Can you imagine if you are chosen to be Queen?”

You rolled your eyes with a sigh as she continued to fawn over your dress.  "Have you even thought to ask what he or I want?“

She pretends not to hear you, turning her attention to your hair.

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Out Of Nothing At All - Nine

The building Spencer led you into didn’t look at all like a care facility or hospital, more like a huge old mansion that had been converted. He was obviously paying out a lot of money to make sure his mother was being properly cared for, something you knew he felt guilty that he couldn’t do himself.

One of the nurses came rushing over, instantly recognising him from his previous visits.

“Dr Reid! How lovely to see you again. Oooh your Mama’s gonna be so happy. Two visits in two months, she’ll wonder what’s happening.” The woman fussed over him, signing him into the visitors book.

“Yes, I erm…. have some important news for her that couldn’t be given via letter or phone. Is she okay today?”

“Today is a good day sugar. Important news eh? I’m sure she’ll be telling us about it after you’ve left. She always does. I’ll take you through.”

You trailed behind Spencer taking in the brightly but tastefully decorated walls until you reached a half open door. The nurse tapped on it, before pushing it open.

“Diana? We have a visitor for you, look who it is!” the nurse gushed.

Inside the room you spotted an older woman seated by a window, a huge volume of text sat upon her lap. She looked nothing like her son physically, yet as she looked over at you both and smiled as she took in Spencer, you could detect a similarity between the two. Something in the mannerisms.

“I’ll leave you to it. Dr Lawrence will be around later Spencer if you want to go over anything with him.” The nurse left the room.

“My my…. To what do I owe this pleasure dear son? And you’ve bought a friend too I see.”

“Hi Mom…. Erm this is…..”

“Agent Y/F/N right? I recognise her from the description in your letters. Welcome, Y/N. Now tell me; is the FBI in need of my assistance again? It’s not very often two federal agents turn up in my room together.”

The woman was a talker, just like her son. Reid tugged you into the room leading you over to the seat opposite his mother and motioning for you to sit down. You could feel her eyes on you, observing your interactions with her only child. Reid bent to her, kissing her cheek and giving an awkward hug before perching himself on the arm of the chair you’d lowered yourself into.

“Hi Mrs Reid. Yes I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.” You waved at her and saw her piercing eyes travel down your body and settle around your middle, her eyebrows then raising. Your t-shirt today had been slightly tighter than the ones you’d become accustomed to wearing recently, and although you were barely showing you could see a flicker in her eyes.

She knew. Well at least you could tell where Reid got his profiling skills from.

She looked to her son and then back to you before her lips turned up into a smile. “Will I be needing to go hat shopping?” she asked.

Ahhh shit.

“What?” Spencer gave a small laugh, confused by his mother’s question. You hit him on the leg, muttering, “she knows” under your breath.

“Wait, how?”

“A mothers instinct my darling boy. So it’s true? I’m going to be a grandmother.”

Spencer nodded and a grin broke across his mother’s face.

“When? How far along are you Y/N?”

You went to answer her but Spencer got there first, you grasping his leg and digging your fingers in to convey your annoyance.

“She’s twenty weeks so still a while to… Ouch! What was that for?“

You smiled sweetly and shrugged, his mother laughing and clapping her hands together.

“Just what I like to see, someone putting you in your place when you answer a question directed to someone else. You’re a brilliant man, but you really still haven’t learned to wait your turn have you? But it’s good to see that she knows how to handle you. How long have you two been dating?”

You both wore identical sheepish expressions as each of you waited for the other to answer.

She glanced between you both, her eyes narrowing as she picked up on the uncomfortable silence between you.

“You’re not dating are you?”

You shook your heads.

“Spencer, I thought I raised you better than that! I raised you to be a gentleman, not to go around poking girls with your stick unless you were seeing them.”


You bit back a smile, noticing the blush on his cheeks.

“In my day and age, if you knocked a girl up you….. ”

“Mom, stop. I was born in the eighties not the fifties. It wasn’t expected of people as much then, and it isn’t now. Plus…. I offered. She wouldn’t have me.”

Hey hey hey… You turned to him, feeling his mom’s eyes shift to you, obviously wondering why her son wasn’t good enough for you.

“Spencer, we’d end up killing each other….” You turned back to his Mother. “Mrs Reid, no offence to you or your son, but me and Spencer aren’t like that. It was one drunken night. What matters though, is that although we might not be together as a couple, this baby will have two parents. She will be bought up by both of us.”

She took in what you were saying, nodding a few moments later. “She…. A granddaughter?”

Spencer grinned. “Yes, would you like to see some pictures?”

“Very much so.”

You spent the next thirty minutes or so showing her the ultrasound photos and video, her asking you questions about the pregnancy so far and just generally chit chatting.

“Spencer dear, I’m quite sure Dr Lawrence will be in his office now. Why don’t you go and have a quick catch up with him, I’m sure he’s got something new to tell you about my treatment regime or something or other. ”

Spencer stood, and you moved to go with him.

“Y/N, you can stay for a moment. Keep me company. It’s not very often I get any girl talk.”

You did NOT want to have girl talk with his Mom, but you sensed there was something she wanted to say to you in private.

Reid looked at you and you nodded. He left the room, pulling the door to behind him.

A few seconds later his mother looked at you, leaning forward in her seat and placing a hand on your knee.

“He writes about you in his letters to me you know. He writes about all the team.”

Really? You definitely didn’t know that.

“What does he say?”

“That you’re the only member of the team that he struggles to get a reading on. That he doesn’t really understand you, despite trying to. And I’m struggling too. You’re very closed off you know?”


“I didn’t mean to offend you Y/N by implying you two should be married. It’s just…. With Spencer having his own father so absent in his life, I’d hate the thought that any child of his would have to go through the same. I’ve always hoped that any offspring of his, would have both parents present throughout its life.”

“It’s fine Mrs Reid, honestly. I get it. And this baby won’t go through what Spencer went through. He will be involved.”

“Diana please…. You’re carrying my grandbaby. We can do away with formality.”

You nodded to show you understood and she continued, “To be completely honest, I’m surprised to be able to say grandbaby at all. I didn’t think I’d get the opportunity to be a grandmother, Spencer being the way he is.”

Being the way he is?

Your brow furrowed and you suddenly felt compelled to defend the father of your child. “Mrs Reid….. Diana…. Your son is a amazing man. And I’m certain he’ll make a great father.”

“Oh pish pash… I know how great his mind is, he takes after me after all. And he will make the most amazing father. I meant…… Well, he’s never exactly bought anyone home to meet me. He’s far too socially awkward and incredibly unaware of how much of a catch he actually is.”

You nodded in agreement with her. It was true. As much as he did piss you off and wind you up, you could appreciate that he was a handsome guy. If you were into that type….

“Y/N. Can I ask you something else?”


“I get the distinct impression you’re not exactly thrilled about this pregnancy.”

You shrugged, “I’m not going to lie to you. I wasn’t. I’ve never wanted children of my own. But… I’ve accepted it. And, I’m getting used to the idea.”

“You weren’t going to tell Spencer were you?”

Holy fuck…. The BAU needed to hire this woman.

“I know my son Y/N. You’re twenty weeks gone, and if he’d known for that long then I would have known about this long before now. He’s not long found out himself has he? Which makes me also believe that you’d contemplated terminating the pregnancy.”

You knew the look on your face told her how correct she was. You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the feelings of judgement to hit you.

“I’m not judging you Y/N. Not as all. I wouldn’t have wished being a single parent on anyone, it’s hard work. And I won’t ask what made you change your mind about that. Or what made you decide to involve my son in this. But thank you.”

You opened your eyes, shocked by her words. You’d expected to be admonished by his mother…. Not thanked.

She squeezed your knee lightly. “I can see how happy he is, knowing he has a child on the way. I don’t think he ever thought it would happen either. And you honestly have made me the happiest woman alive. All I’ve wanted is to see him happy.”

Don’t cry…. Don’t fucking cry in front of his Mom.

Damn you hormones!

The door creaked back open, you taking a shaky breath to compose yourself and giving Diana a tight smile.

“I couldn’t find Dr Lawrence. But he can fill me in when I call next week. Are you ready to go Y/N?”

You nodded and got to your feet, Diana standing and giving you both hugs and making you promise to keep her fully updated.

What you didn’t know, is that Spencer had been standing outside the door for the last part of that conversation.

Clumsy Feet | Taeyong

Requested by @kookiexdae: Hi I was wondering if I could request a Taeyong scenario in which you two meet as trainees and you have difficulty dancing and he helps you out and then bc he likes you asks you out or something like that? fluffy plz thank u <3

Genre: Fluff | honestly think there’s like little bit of angst at the beginning?

Word Count: 1969

Warnings: None (unless you’re counting my crappy writing that will possibly make all of you go blind from reading it)

Creds to @megan1tuan for reading this and giving me the confidence to post this haha

Originally posted by taeyonghi

Beads of sweat ran down the back of your neck and drenched your t-shirt as you tried and failed once again to complete the set of fast foot steps. You blocked out your dance teacher’s screaming, making it muffled like you were underwater. You already knew everything she was saying anyways. How you should be working harder, you weren’t improving whatsoever, and you’d end up being kicked out if you performed like that at the monthly evaluation that was coming up. You knew. She had screamed that in your ear at least a hundred times by now.

You didn’t even have to look up to know that all your fellow trainees were looking at you with pity. You hated that. Being looked down upon or with pity made you feel horrible. But you knew they only did that because they knew how hard you worked, and how little all your work did.

                                                      -   -   -

12:00, midnight. You were exhausted and frustrated with yourself. You’ve been staying behind after everyone else to put in extra practice every night. And every night, you felt like you were getting worse instead of improving.

Right now, you were trying to do the entire dance routine perfectly. The monthly evaluation was at 7:00 in the morning and you were not going to allow yourself to get kicked out of SM because you couldn’t perfect one dance routine.

Taeyong passed by the practice room you’re using and peeked in through the window in curiosity when he heard loud music playing. He thought he was the only who practiced late and the idea of someone else being so dedicated as to practice to midnight like him made Taeyong excited.

Seeing you dancing hard in front of the mirror, he admired your determination to get the routine down. But he really couldn’t deny the fact that your dancing was rather messy. Taeyong remembered to a time about a week ago when Jaehyun and Yuta talked about how bad of a dancer you were and laughed at a video that one of the girl trainees had taken during practice. Taeyong had felt horrible when he saw Jaehyun and Yuta, two close friends of his, making fun of another trainee. But he knew that you weren’t as bad of a trainee as people made you out to be. Taeyong had heard plenty of other things about you too. How you were always complimented for amazing vocal and rapping abilities. And how you wrote great lyrics for songs that you made yourself. Taeyong hated to think that all of your talent could end up wasted just because you were a slower learner when it came to dance.

He opened the door quietly and slipped into the practice room. You paid no attention and continued dancing.

Your steps were muddled and messy but it wasn’t too terrible. Taeyong figured that if the teacher had spent a bit of extra time on doing the steps, you would have it down. Now the main problem was your coordination. Your arms and legs seemed like they didn’t even belong to you. Flopping and not strong and graceful.

While focusing hard on dancing, you feel as though you were being watched. Like someone was burning a hole through your back. You lifted your head up and spotted Taeyong standing behind you. You could feel your mouth opening in surprise. Taeyong was an extremely popular trainee, what with his rapping, vocals, dancing, and amazing visuals. Girls would always giggle about him and other cute boy trainees during break.

You had seen him dance before and was amazed by his skills. Every move of his was sharp and powerful. Not wanting to look weak, you straightened your back and turned off the music. “Why are you here?”

Naturally, Taeyong put on his cold exterior in response. Without missing a beat, he coldly replied with seemingly no emotion, “Your arms are a flailing mess, you keep on skipping over the same footsteps, and you’re off beat.”

Without warning, your eyebrows furrowed and tears formed in your eyes. In seconds, the waterworks started and you were quietly sobbing to yourself. You knew that everything Taeyong was saying was right. The entire time, you had been trying to keep up to the music and control your movements. Hearing him say what you had already known with such a straight, cold face made you break.

Taeyong was startled by your sudden tears. Having no experience with girls, especially crying ones, he stood silently, frantically wondering what he should do. Deciding that a crying girl was no different from a crying boy, Taeyong approached you the same way he did with his younger trainee friends. Quietly, he stepped forward and gently pulled your head towards his chest. Keeping one hand on the back of your head, he wrapped the other around your waist. As Taeyong gently stroked your hair, he whispered, “I’m sorry for being so cold. Please stop crying.”

Having not been held by someone for so long, you started crying harder. Although you had just met him, you couldn’t help feeling like his hug had a nice, familiar feeling. The two of you stood there for five minutes. Even after you stopped crying, Taeyong continued to hold you to his chest. Your arms had found their way to wrap around his waist tightly, burying yourself in his soft sweatshirt stained with your tears.

“Are you feeling okay now? I’m so sorry, I was too harsh with you. I know that we’re having the monthly evaluation tomorrow so would you like me to help you with the dance routine?” Taeyong asked as you withdrew yourself from him.

Smiling through your tear stained face, “That would be great. Thanks.” You were surprised by how different Taeyong was acting now from before. Although still skeptical about how you felt towards him, you gladly accepted his offer. He was considered one of the best dancers out of the trainees for a reason.

After that, Taeyong was much gentler to you and showed his real side; a soft, cuddly, little teddy bear that was willing to do anything to help. The two of you spent hours going over the entire routine and he was extremely patient in helping you with parts that you found difficult. The way he taught you was so much better than the dance teacher. Part of it was because he had you do the moves slowly at first and then build up your speed, but another part was that he made the atmosphere light and comfortable. Even though he knew that you only had a limited amount of time before the evaluation, he made jokes and gave you breaks. You were so grateful towards him. You knew that Taeyong could have easily passed by you and gone back to catch some sleep. But instead he took time (lots of time) to help you out. It was one of the sweetest, if not the sweetest thing that someone had done for you since you’d become a trainee.

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“Yes, Y/N! You did it!” Taeyong swooped you up in his arms, a move that caught you off guard for a moment. Once getting used to his warm arms around you, you laughed as he twirled you around. After working together on the dance routine for 5 hours, the sun was rising and you had finally been able to complete the entire routine without any mistakes.

High-fiving one another, you were both grinning ear to ear and standing there looking at each other. Realizing that the moment was getting rather awkward, Taeyong looked past you to see the sunrise. He couldn’t help but think that you looked so beautiful with the sun’s warm rays glowing behind you; it made you look like an angel.

“Hey Taeyong, you okay there?” You waved your hand in front of his face. He had been staring at you with a faraway gaze for a bit now and it was starting to creep you out. Although you really couldn’t deny the heat rising in you, heading straight for your face. Shaking his head a bit to get rid of those seemingly unnecessary thoughts about you, Taeyong gave a small smile back.

“Sorry, seems I sort of drifted off a bit from staying up so much.”

You felt a pang in your chest at his words. You knew that you were the reason he was so tired and out of it. Noting the small fall in your smile, Taeyong grabbed you by the shoulder and shook you gently. “It’s alright. It’s not your fault that I’m tired. I wanted to help you, didn’t I?” He reassured. “Hey, let’s go to McDonalds! We have some time before the testing and you need some good ol’ food in that tummy.” Taeyong followed by poking you gently in the stomach, eliciting a giggle from you.

Over an extremely unhealthy meal that a trainee definitely should not be eating, Taeyong and you spoke about the most random of topics. From your pets, favorite colors, funny trainee stories, to what words rhymed as you guys tried to form a rap together. You found yourself having much more fun that you’d experienced in a long time. Taeyong was very enjoyable company and had many interesting facts that he eagerly shared with you. And in the course of a simple short hour, you found out more about him than you ever thought you would.

Despite wanting to spend the entirety of the day with him, you knew that it was time to return to the SM building. The hands on the clock were quickly approaching six o’clock, the time when trainees were supposed to gather to prepare for the evaluation. Taeyong and you walked briskly back to the entertainment building as you chatted about your life back home. Taeyong almost wanted to burst out laughing at the animated expressions and hand movements you made to accompany your enthusiastic voice while you gushed about funny experiences, your friends, and how you became a trainee. He found them extremely endearing and unique to you.

Stopping in front of the sliding glass door of SM, Taeyong held your wrist to keep you from entering the building. His joyful expression had turned into one of nervousness. He fiddled a bit with his fingers.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You laughed gently at his sudden change in personality.

Taeyong gave himself a small, You can do it! in his head before clasping his hands together. “Okay, so I know we haven’t known each other for that long,” He started slowly.

“Only like…” Pausing for a second, he counted on his fingers slowly. “Six hours.” He grinned at you. “But I really like your personality. You’re funny, sweet, energetic and so much more. And I admire the way you’re so driven with all of training. And honestly, I think I’m getting ahead of myself, but would you consider going on a date or two with me? Because I really want to know you more and spend more time too cause you-”

You interrupted his cute ramble and your heart seemed to pump faster as you spoke. “Of course.”


“I said, I’d love to go on a date or two with you.” And more to yourself than him, you mumbled, “And maybe be your girlfriend later.”

His face lit up like a little kid on Christmas day, not only from you agreeing, but also because he managed to catch what you said to yourself. You guys smiled goofily at each other for a minute before you remembered that the clock was ticking and you really did need to get into the building. Quickly, you squished his cute little cheeks and gave a small peck on his nose before hurrying into the building.

“Wish me good luck on my evaluation!”


Fandom: Mystic Messenger.

Word Count: Approximately 4,812 words.

OK SO, ANGST, AGAIN idk why I have been so in the mood recently to write this, blame the mysmes discord chat, SPOILERS FOR SEVEN’S ROUTE IF YOU HAVEN’T PLAYED, KINDA.

Well, the fic is quite long, so as always, I’ll be placing it under a cut! And, if I have any mistakes, please let know, English is not my 1st language. 


The clock on his bedside table signaled it was 10:37 in the morning when he woke up, hours later after time he usually woke up, but he had an explanation for waking up late.The previous night, the boy had stayed up for hours just to get one special armor on LOLOL, his favorite videogame. He was successful, and had even gotten to get another special item before shutting down the game and collapsing in his bed to get some of the sleep he needed.

“I think that next time I should really go to sleep earlier.” The blonde mumbled to himself, ruffling his hair as he sat up on his tiny bed, looking around his room, he noticed that it was quite a mess. Well, he would just fix that later… or five minutes before any visits arrived.

After he had gone to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, he noticed his phone buzzing and beeping a familiar tone that he had sent only for the RFA app. The college student took the phone in his hands and opened the messenger app in seconds, not even thinking about it for a minute. Yoosung would always be happy to talk to his friends…

-Yoosung has entered the chatroom-

Yoosung: Hey Zen! Seven! How are you both doing?

ZEN: Oh. Yoosung, hey! I landed another role in one important play today! The director says that it’s going to be a hit, and they will probably sell countless tickets! Am I not the best?


Yoosung: Oops. sorry, caplocks on

ZEN: lolololol

ZEN: Well, I know that you just got here, but I have to go now! I need to talk to my manager

-ZEN has left the chatroom -

Yoosung: Saeyoung, how are you?

Saeyoung: Working, I’m fixing some things up.

Yoosung: Oh! What things?

Saeyoung: You don’t need to know.

Saeyoung: It’s none of your business to be quite honest.

Saeyoung: Aren’t you late to school, tho?

Yoosung: … It’s Saturday.

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Trouble Part 1 (Tom Riddle)

Part Two

A/n- I’ve got to admit that I’m addicted to young!tom I’m so sorry,,, summary: you were doing prefect duties with tom and things got heated afterwards ;) let me know if you guys want a part two xx

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You looked into the mirror one last time, examining your light makeup. Then you straightened your green Slytherin tie and walked out of the prefect’s bathroom. It was the first night for you being a prefect to patrol the Hogwarts corridors and hallways, checking for unusual movements and students that are out of bed. You were supposed to meet the other male prefect, but at the time, you had no idea where he was. You heard all about him, a handsome, intelligent, yet mysterious boy. Tom Riddle. You ran your fingers through the edge of your shirt, searching for him. Then you saw him leaning against the white stone wall.

“Um, Riddle?” You weren’t sure what to call him as the sound of your voice echoed.

“Right here, y/l/n.” He smiled politely. You wondered how was it possible for someone, or anyone, to look and act this perfect. He continued, “I’ll start with the first floor.” You frowned slightly, “you?”

“Is there a problem? Or do you want this floor?” He replied with the same smile on his face. You could feel your heart beating restlessly, although you weren’t sure why. He had a distinctive atmosphere around him, one that attracted you. 

“I was thinking, why don’t we patrol together since it’s the first night after all?” You said weakly.

There was a hint of surprise on his face, “oh, sure. Follow me.”

The two of you walked around in silence. You didn’t know what to say, so you just tried to follow his pace. There was a sound of someone sobbing, and you raised an eyebrow at Tom. He nodded, and you both followed the source of the sound. Then you heard it clearly, a girl sobbing. 

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My Best Friend’s Sister - Request

Requested by anon:  can you do a one shot where the reader is sherlock sister and she fall in love with john, but she’s very shy so john makes the first move?

Summary: Sherlock’s sister comes to pay a visit. She impressed John with how different she is from her brothers, making him fall instantly for her. Sherlock notices and encourages him to ask her out.

Pairing: John x reader

Word count: 1,651

Warnings: None.

A/N: As a Sherlock girl, this was an interesting thing to do. I’m not sure if I got John correctly, but since I liked the final result, I hope that you do to.


Originally posted by notmydate

To be a Holmes wasn’t particularly  an honour, especially when one of your brothers was the only consultant detective in the world and the other had a major spot at the British government. But family is family.

“A sister?” John spoke. His voice resonated from the other side of the door, reaching her ears in a morphed sound.

“Yes, my sister. She’s at the other side of the door and you’re making a drama instead of letting her in.” Of course, Sherlock obviously knew she had been standing there for the past ten minutes, listening to John’s tantrum.

“All I’m saying is that you should’ve warned me first.” John hissed in a lower volume. (Y/N) might have not been Sherlock or Mycroft, but she did have a great ear. “I’ve got enough with you and your brother.”

“Just open the door.” Sherlock groaned. (Y/N) figured he would be laid down on the sofa or staring out at the window preparing himself to receive her.

John opened the door, and the view in front of him took his breath away. She wasn’t as he had imagined her in those short ten minutes he had since Sherlock confided to have a sister. She wasn’t as tall as Sherlock, and she didn’t have the usual “smelling crap” face but rather a shy, wide-eyes look that resembled to a scared mouse. “Hi.” John breathed out a smile.

“Hi, sorry to come like this… I guess I should’ve known my brother would tell you last minute.” She spoke rapidly.

“No problem, I’m getting used to unexpected Holmeses… ness…” John stuttered and cleared his throat. “Sorry, come in.”

“Thanks.” As soon as she stepped into the messy apartment, Sherlock turned around dramatically from his spot at the window – as she had figured out already – to look at her, wearing a big smile and extending his arms to her.

“(Y/N/N)!” He cheered as he walked over to her, “My dear, less intelligent, sister.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, “How are you?”

“Fine.” She simply replied, “Mom and dad say hi, she wants me to give you some cookies she made but I know you don’t like them so just text her saying they taste nice and were done.”

“Impressive.” John mouthed at Sherlock from behind her back.

“Work is fine, I’ve travelled a lot. I met a lady in Rumania that claimed to have met you, don’t ask her name, she thinks you’re the biggest arsehole she’s ever met.” (Y/N) continued, she had the Holme’s ability of fast-talking everything. “Mycroft and I had breakfast this morning so, for now, tea will be fine. You know how I like it.”

“I missed you.” Sherlock said once she was done talking.

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Fred Sets You And George Up [Part 1]

Pairing: George x Reader
Request: Hello I’m Hannah and I’m really sorry for how late it is but I have a request. I love both Wesley twins very much, but I have a soft spot for George, I’m in the Hufflepuff house and would like something cute that happens between me and him. Like I don’t know maybe he really likes me but instead of asking me himself if I would go in a date with him, Fred does for him… Or something of that nature? Please and thank you. :-)
A/N: I feel like I say this every damn time I write an Imagine, but I’m sorry for being away so long! Today’s excuse is that I traveled around about half of Australia, graduated from University and competed in the Australian Championships and came second in the country! Look, it’s better than some of my other excuses…! I’ll be more active from now on, for sure! Also look how creative my title is, it’s terrible.
Squicks: None

[Part 2]

“She’s hot, isn’t she?” Fred says as he nudges his brother, staring at Angelina on the other side of the Gryffindor table.

“Stunning,” George says absentmindedly, not looking over at Fred’s girlfriend.

Fred gives his brother a look, before following his gaze to the (h/c) girl over on the Hufflepuff table, laughing with a few of her friends.

“Just go and ask her, what’s the worst that can happen?” Fred asks,

“She could hear me” George responds miserably.

“Hey babe,” Angelina says with a kiss on her boyfriend’s cheek,

“Hey Ange, what’s your opinion of Y/n?” Fred asks, while George sends daggers with his eyes.

Angelina laughs and looks over at Y/n, “Yeah she’s alright: smart, nice, funny, ticks all the boxes really… She’s single if you’re keen George,” she says with a sly smile,

“No, I’m good—“ George begins,

“WOW GEORGE, YOU HEAR THAT? SHE’S SINGLE” Fred says a little too excitedly,

“Yes thank you Fred I got it, she’s single”

“Then change that, go ask her out”

George rolls his eyes at his brother playing matchmaker and Angelina not helping at all,

“I can’t… She’s not interested in me and I’m not interested in being rejected, and besides—“

“If you don’t ask her out, then I will,” Fred says.

“Knock yourself out, I don’t know how your girlfriend would feel about it though”.

Fred says quietly, turning to Angelina, “You heard that, right? I have permission from Georgie to ask her out, you’re my witness”.

“Yep, heard it with my own ears,” She replies, understanding the plan that was slowly hatching in Fred’s mind.


Transfiguration was the next class that Gryffindor and Hufflepuff shared. As you were walking in the door, someone tugged on the sleeve of your robes,

“Y/n, I need to talk to you for a minute,” Fred says, pulling you around the corner,

“Hey Fred, yes I’m alright, thanks for asking,” you say sarcastically,

“George is the one who should be asking how you are and all that crap,” Fred says once he comes to a halt,

“George?” you say with a confused expression,

“Yes, George, you know him: tall, red hair, great teeth, some say he looks like me but I don’t know what they’re on about,”

You giggle as Fred continues,

“So anyway, that strapping young man has it in his head that you’re not interested in him, so he hasn’t found the balls to come and ask you out, and—“

“Woah woah woah, what?” You ask, looking a little more confused than before,

Fred stares at you for a moment in disbelief, “Come off it, how could you not know he’s into you? He’s staring at you every damn second of the day, it’s very disruptive I tell you…”

“Yeah okay, so you’re saying that George Weasley has a crush on me—“ Fred shushes you, “Sorry,” you say in a quieter voice, “So George is interested in me, but doesn’t want to ask me out… Are you asking me out for him?”

“You know it” George says with a smile, “He’s free tomorrow, you in?”

You look at him for a few moments in a miniature state of shock, before he looks at you with an expression of impatience,

“Uh, well I suppose it wouldn’t hurt—“

“Y/n just say yes” Fred says, looking around the corner to see George approaching the classroom,

“Yes, okay yes, I’ll go on a date with George tomorrow”

“Okay great, also he doesn’t know I’ve asked you out on his behalf, so you’re going to have to ask him out—“

“Fred what?!”

“You already agreed to it, no backing out now!” Fred says louder as he walks into the classroom, leaving you standing there wide eyed.


You spent basically the entire class weighing out your options on if you should or shouldn’t meet up with George tomorrow. You had a fairly big crush on him, which somehow he didn’t know about, since it felt like it was you who was staring at him majority of the time. Maybe this was Fred just pulling a prank… Although their pranks aren’t usually malicious… Maybe George really does like you… But why would George be shy of you? You kept thinking about all the different aspects of the situation when you hear something behind you,

“Fred, what the hell are you doing, I just walk out of here, why would I want to come back”

You turn around to see Fred pushing George into the classroom that you were still sat in.

“Oh, that’s why…” He looks over at you, “I mean she’s why, you’re why, you are not a that, you are a person, sorry…”

“Shit you really are a mess aren’t you,” Fred says, looking at his brother clearly judging him, “No wonder you needed me to ask her out for you,”

George turns his head slowly to glare at his brother, “you what.

“Ah yes, you gave me permission to ask her out if you didn’t, so I have” Fred says with a triumphant look between the two of you, “So you’re already set up to meet tomorrow, but I thought you should actually have a conversation before you go on a date”.

“Are you actually kidding me” George says, but before he could continue, Fred was walking out the door,

“Have fun, kids!” and with that the door was shut, and you and George were alone together.

George looks at the door for a little while, before turning to face you, looking panicked. You give a little laugh, trying to lighten the mood; defuse the tension one might say.

George gives you a smile, starting to find humour in the situation.

“So George,” you start off saying, feeling more confident than usual. You felt like you had the upper had here, with George being all flustered and caught off guard; it made you feel a little reassured somehow,

“Fred says that you may be interested in me,” you say with a smile,

Ah, yeah, he did didn’t he,” George says, scratching the back of his head,

“Mhm, and I would be more than happy to take him up on his offer to go out with you tomorrow, I hear that you’re aware of the secret passage that leads to Honeydukes, yes?”

George’s eyes widen a bit, “You know about that secret passageway?”

You laugh flirtatiously, “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, George,”

“Well maybe I can learn a few things tomorrow. How does 9 o’clock tomorrow night sound?”

Perfect, I’ll see you then, Georgie,” You say with a smile as you head towards the door, leaving Fred to stand there in the empty classroom in shock.

Your Obedient Servant: Jefferson x Reader x Madison

A/n: IMPORTANT. This is the most recent one-shot I have done, so unfortunately I don’t have the next parts yet. This x reader story has 2 separate endings, because I couldn’t decide, Jefferson or Madison? So it’s both. This is important. Keep it in mind who you want more.

Everyday, you worked hard to impress Thomas Jefferson. But he never seemed to notice how much you did for him.

You were his personal assistant. He hired you because you were a good writer, and because you said that you would be willing to do whatever he asked of you.

A terrible choice on your part. He was constantly sending you out on meaningless tasks, like collecting paperwork and documents that je never seemed to read, or delivering messages to the President, his friend James Madison, or Alexander Hamilton. 

And yet, you did your best to please him anyways. He seemed horrible, but you knew. There was a part of him he wouldn’t show. You could see it when he laughed. When Thomas smiled, it was like there was no such thing as sadness. It was hard to explain.

But even though you saw this goodness in him, he apparently saw no reason to let it show. With every task you completed, he would demand more. Maybe he wasn’t thinking about it. But it hurt that it went unappreciated.

It was the middle of the week, and you had so much to do. James Madison, Thomas’s friend, had noticed that you were given so much work.

“(Y/n),” he sighed. “You look terrible. Take a break every once in a while.”

“Oh, I’d love to Mr. Madison. But I can’t! Not when there’s so much to be done.”

“You can’t let Thomas boss you around like this,” he insisted. “You’re getting hardly any sleep!”

“I sleep fine,” you said, but it was clear from your red, puffy eyes that you were lying.

“Why do you try so hard for him?” Madison asked. “As far as I can tell, you aren’t very appreciated when it comes to him.”

You looked at the ground. “I just do,” you said. “Why do you care?” You were suddenly defensive.

“I guess I’m just worried that you’re… giving him affection that he doesn’t deserve.”

“What If he does deserve it?”

“Oh, (y/n),” he said. “Thomas is my closest friend, but even I know that he is, to put this politely, kind of a dick. So please, be careful. Don’t try to impress him, because I’m not sure it’ll work. You’ll just work yourself to exhaustion.”

You frowned. “I can take care of myself, Mr. Madison.”

“I know you can. Just… be careful. That’s all.”

Well, you’d show him. It became your new goal at that moment to get something that proved that Jefferson wasn’t as bad as people thought.

The next day, you showed up, ready to do the very best you could.

“Hello, Mr. Jefferson!” You chirped cheerfully.

“(Y/n).” He barely nodded in your direction. “I’m going to need you to copy these.” He handed you a large stack of paper. “Get on it.”

“Of course, Mr. Jefferson! Have a good day!”

He narrowed his eyes. Usually, you weren’t this cheerful. But you were already off before he could comment on it.

“Hey, (y/n), come back!” He yelled.

You smiled. See? He was going to thank you. Easy.

But he didn’t. He said, “By tomorrow. If that’s doable.”

“Of course!” And, almost stupidly, you asked, “anything else?”

“No, not right now.”

“Okay!” Your smile was cracking. But he didn’t notice.

You ran into James Madison on the way to your tiny office where you worked each day.

“Hi, Mr. Madison!” You said cheerfully. “Lovely day!”

“Yes, I suppose it is. Did you get enough sleep last night?”

“Of course,” you said. “Don’t be silly!”

“You’re lying.”

You considered arguing, but decided not to. Who cares if he knew?

“Fine,” you said. “Maybe I’m a little tired. But that doesn’t matter. I can still work just fine!”

“There’s a difference between ‘a little tired’ and ‘exhausted,’” he replied. “Does Jefferson know you’re working this hard?”

“I’m fine,” you repeated. “I’m doing my best! You don’t need to worry about me.”

He shrugged, but he was still concerned. “If you say so.”

You turned around and marched off with your head held high. You weren’t over-working yourself! You were just trying to impress Jefferson…. But why?

“Because he’s a good man, I can tell!” You said aloud, gaining some funny looks from the people you passed. “He just wants people like Hamilton and the President to think he’s tough, so they’ll take him seriously!”

And yes. That was the reason. But there was more to it than that. For some reason, you had developed a bit of a crush on Mr. Jefferson, probably due to his intelligence, charm, and very interesting clothing. (What a coat! You’d never seen a color quite like that.) And he wasn’t a “dick” as Madison had said. At least, not to everyone. To Madison, for example, he was a good guy. And to the President! Although that could be because he had to be. And….

You yawned. Maybe Madison was right about you being tired. Not that you’d admit it. But there was no more time to rationalize your feelings for Thomas, and definitely no time to sleep. You had to get this work done.

And you did. But it took you hours, and you need up sleeping for only an hour.

“Mr. Jefferson!” You sang cheerfully the next morning, even though your eyelids were heavy and you wanted to sleep more. “I finished copying those papers for you!”

“Great. Can you deliver this-” he handed her a letter- “to Hamilton, please?”

She smiled. He said please! This was a step in the right direction. “Yes! Anything else?”

“No. I guess not. Might as well take the day off.”

“Sir! Are you sure? You don’t need my help?”

“No, I do not need your help. Now get to it.”

You nodded and skipped away with the ether, but slowed down after a few seconds. You didn’t exactly have the energy to skip.

After Alexander received his letter (to be honest, you were certain it said “you suck, fight me” or something along those lines) you headed for Jefferson’s office, but then remembered. He didn’t have anything more for you to do.

For some reason, you wanted to tell that to Madison.

“Hey! Mr. Madison! Mr. Jefferson gave me a break! See? I’m not overworked!”

He sighed. “Miss (y/n), one break hardly matters.” He coughed. “But I’m glad for you. Have some well deserved rest.”

“I Will! Thank you!”

But she didn’t show up the next day. Or the day after that.

Jefferson drummed his fingers on his desk. “Where is she? I said to take the day off, not the week.”

“Maybe she’s taking a well deserved break because someone was pushing the poor thing too hard.”

Thomas looked up. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” James said, “ the poor girl wanted you to be pleased with her. She worked so hard to do whatever you asked, and you never even thanked her for it. Honestly, Thomas, I can’t believe you didn’t notice. It was obvious that she has a bit of a crush on you.”

“Oh.” He looked embarrassed. “I guess… I shouldn’t have pushed her so much. I wasn’t thinking about it.”

“Yeah, that’s right, you weren’t.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t make me feel bad. I just pushed her so much because I liked her.”

James closed his eyes. “Thomas, that doesn’t make any sense at all.”

He was about to argue, but couldn’t. James was right. “Look, I know! It made sense somehow in my head. But it’s true, I did care for her. I just didn’t have time to get close, since I was too busy fighting with Hamilshit, dealing with politics…”

“Well, if you 'cared’ so much, you wouldn’t have worked her until she was exhausted.”

“James, If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve got a little crush.”

“Thomas, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you would make a terrible lover.”

“You got me there.” He sat down on the desk. “So where might she be? I don’t know where she lives. I’m worried.”

“Oh, YOU’RE worried?”

“God, stop. I already feel terrible. I’m stupid. Okay? Happy?” He shook his head. “But for real, where might she be?”

“I don’t know either,” Madison said. “But doesn’t she have a little office type place that she works in? We could check there.”

“Right. Let’s go.”

They weren’t expecting her to be there, but she was…. sound asleep with her head on the desk.

“My god,” Thomas said. “Is this really where she spends all her time?” He picked up a letter. There were many scattered around the floor, shoved into shelves, folded and stacked neatly. “This place is a mess.“ 

Madison picked up a letter too, and his eyes grew wide. "Thomas, read what your paper says,” He said in a fairly loud whisper.

“Dear Mr. Jefferson,” he started, and then stopped. “What the hell?”

“These letters… they’re for you. She’s been writing to you.”

Thomas continued reading. “Dear Mr. Jefferson,” the letter read, “I wish you would pay more attention to what I was doing. I want to get to know you better.”

“Dear Mr. Jefferson,” Madison read, “You always wear such nice clothes. I love the color of your coat.”

“Dear Mr. Jefferson, you’re very intelligent, I wish you the best of luck at your cabinet meeting today.”

There were so many. The tone of the letters varied, from cheerful to romantic to just plain angry. (“How can you be okay with making me work so hard?!”)

“This is so weird,” Jefferson sighed.

“I think it’s kind of sweet,” Madison argued.

“You’re just jealous that none of them are to you,” Thomas retorted.

“But there are some for him,” a sleepy voice said. The two men turned around. You were sitting at your desk, looking up at them curiously. “If you don’t mind me asking, why are you here?”

They both just stared. They forgot you were here.

“We were looking for you, (y/n),” Madison said finally.

“We were worried!” Thomas added.

“At least, I was,” Madison said. “Are you okay? You’ve been gone for a few days.”

You dropped your eyes to the ground. “I know… And I’m sorry. I understand if you want to fire me.”

“Fire y- oh, no, of course not,” Jefferson said. “In fact, I think I may owe you an apology.”

“For What? You didn’t do anything.”

“Yeah, that’s why.” He took a breath. “I should have told you this before, but…. thank you. I really appreciate everything you do. And I’m sorry for pushing you so hard.”

You didn’t know what to say. You just picked up the letters that were on your desk. One said “Dear Mr. Jefferson” and the other said “Dear Mr. Madison.”

“I wasn’t ever going to send these,” you said. “But I think… Maybe you both should know.”

They both looked down at the parchment in their hands, and then at each other.

“(Y/n),” Jefferson said, “If this letter is going to say what I think, then… just know that I feel the same way.”

You blushed.

“I wont read this here,” he said. “Ill save it for when I get home. Come see me in my office. If you… want to discuss it.” He winked, and stepped out. “I’ll catch you later, James,” he said.

Madison stood there with you quietly. Then he said, “I know you’ve fancied him for a while. But I have fancied you too. I just want you to know that I care about you too much to pressure you into making a decision. It’s your choice.” He kissed your hand and left, also still holding the unread letter.

You were awestruck.

This was absolutely unbelievable.

(Just kidding but seriously there will be more)


1. During Rising Sun period, Yunho gave his single deck bed to Jaejoong because of Jaejoong’s knee injury.

2. During the Rising Sun period, TVXQ won an award, but Jaejoong was not able to turn up because of his injury, so Yunho carried the trophy and said, “This trophy belongs to Jaejoong.”

3. Micky and Changmin once said, “Without Yunho, there would be no TVXQ.”

4. Junsu’s response towards the “changing member incident”: “If one of the members leaves the team, I will not stay in TVXQ anymore.”

5. Changmin’s response towards the “changing member incident”: “If any of us leaves TVXQ, I will surely return to my ordinary high school life.”

6. When TVXQ were asked about “Who is the person of their fate?”, they all answered, “The members”, except for Micky.

7. Jaejoong once wrote in his cyworld: “Our friendship is stronger than most people because we talk and breathe in the same room and we eat and sleep in the same place…”

8. 2004, on Micky’s birthday, Yunho said to all their fans, “Please look after our Micky, I can’t use words to express myself, MICKY, I LOVE YOU!”

9. 10 September 2005, during a fan meeting, Changmin was asked by the reporter about what New Year present he would like to receive next year, and he answered, “The only present that I really want now is Jaejoong hyung’s knee can get well soon.” After Changmin finished, the camera started focusing on

Jaejoong. Jaejoong always doesn’t like crying, but at that very moment, he lowered his head and tried his best not to let his tears run down his cheeks.

10. During a fan meeting, Changmin said, “Only when the five of us are together, are we called TVXQ!”

11. On August 2005, Yunho carried Junsu to the hospital when Junsu had a high fever.

12. When Jaejoong’s knee was injured, Yunho wanted him to rest more, but instead, Jaejoong said to Yunho, “Your stomach is not well, you should be the one hospitalized, not me.”

13. In the X-Man “Of Course” game, Yunho said the Junsu, “Did you know that I love the four of you very much?”

14. Yunho’s reason for why he is always the one to take the initiative of taking care of everything regarding all thorny issues and all the awkward matters is, “Because I’m the leader who loves all my members.”

15. November 2004, there were rumours about LSM replacing Jaejoong with someone else. Micky shed tears in the “I Believe” live performance when he knew about it. *Micky, I cried too when I heard this news…

16. Yunho’s stomach is not well, so Changmin would always write him a reminder note saying, “Don’t always forget to eat just because of work.” and slip it into his pocket. Junsu would also always remind him, “Eat your food on time.”

17. When Yunho is asked which member he likes the most, he answers first with “I like all of them” but when he was forced to answer, he replied “ I like Jaejoong.”

18. At a fan meeting, Micky said, “Not only two years, but even until twenty, two hundred, two thousand years…we always have to be together.”

19. In April of 2004, when Micky was hospitalized, Micky got angry because Junsu didn’t visit him. And Junsu said that he prayed everynight for Yoochoon to recover.

20. one time, Junsu wrote “Dong Bang Shin Gi Big Success” on a piece of paper, and then pasted it on the wall.

21. In 2004, Micky was pranked on some show. A tarot reader gave him a reading and told him that he was going to have very bad luck (of course, it was a lie XD). Jaejoong said, “Your luck is bad, so don’t cause trouble for the rest of TVXQ.” Micky was very upset. After the show, he ran backstage and was feeling miserable, but then Jaejoong went backstage too and gave him a hug.

22. On July 7, 2005, when TVXQ were in Fangshan, Beijing, female reporters were interviewing Jaejoong. He carefully answered the questions and then made eye contact with leader Yunho as if asking him, “Did I answer appropriately?” Yunho smiled at him and gave a little nod as if to tell him, “Yes, you answered very well.”

23. One time, when Junsu was pranked as an experiment, Yunho and Jaejoong acted as if there was some serious internal strife going on within the group. Poor Junsu was so scared, he nearly cried.

24. When Yunho was pranked as an experiment, before his four fellow members carried on with the prank, they turned to the camera and said, “Yunho, we love you!”

25. Jaejoong said that when the five members cannot find their own underwear, they will wear each others’.

26. In 2005, when Micky was celebrating his birthday in Japan, reporters were asking if they prepared any presents for him. Junsu said, “No, we didn’t. There is just our sincerity.” Yunho said, “I think, this is what makes a true partner.”

27. Everybody’s appraisals of Jaejoong: Yunho said, “Although sometimes, he can be rather rough, he is actually the one most like a mother. He is the most gentle member.” Junsu said, “He is the most empathic member who cares most about others when they get sick.” Yoochun said, “He is a reliable person who will always stand by your side. He is a member of members.” Changmin said, “When you compare him to others of the same age, you cannot imagine… Once you look at him, you get an impression of light and nostalgia.”

28. At a fanmeeting, Junsu said, “The members are like my brothers. We are just like a family.”

29. Four of the members all want to raise dogs, but because Yoochun is scared of them, they all discarded their ideas of getting a dog.

30. In 2006, when it was Yunho and Changmin’s birthdays, Jaejoong especially wrote a letter for Yunho *ooohh!! loveletter!! JAEHO!!*. JJ, Micky, and Junsu got two pizzas and JJ lighted candles to put on them.

31. In order to make leader Yunho seem taller, Changmin, the actual tallest member, would tend to bend his knees a bit.

32. After Jaejoong’s injury, at a fanmeeting, Jaejoong said to the members and fans, “I don’t feel any pain. Please do not cry for me! Actually, once I see you guys, I do not feel any pain anymore!”

33. During an interview, Yunho said, “I hope that no matter how many and how great our difficulties may be, we will always overcome them together. Just as long as the five of us are together, we are most happy.”

34. The five of them would throw blankets at each other in their dormitory, play rock paper scissors, and play hide and seek in the park.

35. The members said that the five of them have to find some time in the future to go someplace peaceful and quiet, where they can really have fun together.

36. Micky, whose family is in the US said, “Mom is always worried about me living by myself away from home, but because I have the members, I have never felt lonely.”

37. When Yunho was asked what his continuing power is, he answered, “Encouragement of the members.”

38. Jaejoong said that, “When cooking, salt and sunshine are very important, but Yunho is very important too!”

39. Yunho said that if he was not a member of TVXQ, he would have become a fan of Jaejoong.

40. Yunho said that meeting the four members was the greatest event of his life. He also said that whenever he comes across the word “Promise”, he would think about his members.

41. When TVXQ were asked what they most wanted to continue, Yunho answered, “I hope that the members of TVXQ would always continue. Right now, our friendship is already very strong. But I hope that in the future, it will definitely grow even stronger!” Yoochun said, “I hope that the friendship between the members will always remain.” Junsu said, “The health of the members is what is most important!”

42. Jaejoong said that if he wanted the presents that fans gave to other members, he can secretly take them. He took

someone’s shoes, but forgot who they originally belonged to.

43. At a KBS award ceremony, when Yunho and Jaejoong were speaking, Yunho noticed something in Jaejoong’s hair and helped him pull it out.

44. In the 51st X-Man, when Micky was playing a game with others, it was very awkward. Yunho, who was on a different team from Micky, especially moved over to Micky’s team and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

45. Everyday, Yunho would wake up earlier than the other members and patiently wake them all up.

46.Jaejoong said “I’m the mom and the other members are my children.Yunho corrected him and said, “We are the Dong Bang Family. I am the daddy,

Jaejoong is the mommy, Changmin is the youngest child, and Junsu and Yoochun are the daughters ” at this time, Junsu interrupts with a, “Yoochun is my wife!”

47. During the Rising Sun period, Jaejoong was injured and had to use crutches. Yunho would always be following behind him

and would gently place his hands on JJ’s shoulders to prevent him from falling.

48. During any member’s birthday, the other members would pretend that they do not remember the birthday, but would then hold a surprise party.

49. Sept. 10 2005, at a fanmeeting, because Jaejoong could not stand, they all sat down to sing Hug.

50. During the filming of a Samsung camera commercial, Yunho had a backache, so Jaejoong helped him pound his back.

51. Before a performance, Jaejoong would help Yunho fix his tie.

52. In March 2005, when they were in China, Jaejoong’s tie came off. Yoochun helped him pull it back while Changmin helped him hold the microphone.

53. During March 2005, in China, Yoochun used his hands to help pick off the tissue paper that was covering Junsu’s face.

54. Each time they receive an award, they would always thank “The Members”


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Neville Imagine - Professors at the Yule Ball

Summary: You and Neville are professors at Hogwarts. The school is hosting the triwizard tournament again and you’re both tasked with teaching the students to dance in time for the Yule ball.

A/N: I wrote this for my best friend last September but since I’m thinking I’ll start posting the imagines I write I figured I might as well start with an old one haha.

A gentle breeze tousled the edges of your stack of papers, threatening to scatter them across the Middle Courtyard where you sat on an iron bench. Luckily you had placed a small rock on top of the stack as a makeshift paperweight to prevent this exact problem. You figured running around chasing your misplaced items blowing in the wind wouldn’t exactly earn you the respect you so desired as the new Astronomy professor. A sigh escaped your lips as you finished grading the paper you had been working on. One of the more tedious duties of a professor.

“Exhausting, isn’t it?” your friend and fellow professor, Neville, commented as he joined you on the bench. “Chocolate frog?” He offered, knowing it was your favorite.

“Thanks” You said, taking the chocolate frog and eating it. The collectible card was Harry Potter.

“I’ve gotten about 4 Harrys now.” Neville stated. “6 or 7 of Hermione and something mad like 12 of Ron.” He chuckled.

“It’s crazy to think we went to school with them and they have their own cards now.” You commented. “You keep in touch with them still?”

“Of course” He smiled. “Although Harry’s been quite busy since becoming an Auror. I really don’t mind though, I actually tried it for a year once so I get it.”

Neville deserved his own card, you thought to yourself. You’d never say that out loud though. You’ve always thought the world of him but you two were such great friends you didn’t want to risk ruining that and making things awkward by admitting your feelings. Truth be told you were scared that he wouldn’t think the world of you too.

“I guess I should let you get back to your grading.” He said, getting up.

You nodded, knowing you needed to. Although you’d much rather spend time with him.

He began to walk away then quickly spun around. “Oh! Did you hear the news?” He asked, turning back to you and you shook your head. He came closer to you again to keep the conversation between just the two of you. “Well it’s still supposed to remain a surprise for the students, but apparently we’ll be hosting the triwizard tournament again since it was such a hit the last time.”

“Such a hit?” You questioned. “Two people died…”

“I know.” Neville shook his head. “Even with all the deaths they somehow still think it’s a great idea. I think they only remember it for the fun bits like the excitement in the air and the rallies and the ball.”

You agreed.

“Anyways, I’ll leave you to it.” He said, nodding to what felt like a growing mountain of papers still needing grading.

“See you Neville.”


October approached and soon the announcement was made that the triwizard tournament would happen once again. Days after the announcement, you were called to a staff meeting.

“Our next order of business,” Minerva stated after going through countless items on an agenda she had written out and handed to each of you, “the Yule Ball.” She paused. “In 94’ when we last held the ball we had each head of house prepare their students by teaching them how to dance. Is this an arrangement we wish to continue this year or does anyone have any other recommendations for improvement?”

Filius piped up. “The dance classes I gave to Ravenclaw were admittedly, amusing, and I do recall that everyone enjoyed themselves and had a good laugh;” he chuckled, “However it may be more beneficial to the students if they had someone with more expertise in dancing instruct them.”

“Y/N is a dancer.” Neville blurted out. “She’s been dancing since she was little. Haven’t you?”  

Your face flushed at the sudden attention the whole room put on you. “Erm… yes. But I’d hardly say that makes me qualified for the job.”

“None of us have ever had a history with dancing so I’d say that makes you perfectly qualified. More so than the rest of us at least.” Neville pointed out.

“I’ll always commend someone for a humble attitude but there’s no need to disparage yourself Mr. Longbottom. If I remember correctly you became quite the dancer yourself after only a few lessons from me.”

“I suppose I wasn’t bad.” He shrugged.

“Then it’s decided, Y/N and Neville will teach the students to dance.” Flitwick said cheerfully.

“What? That’s not what we decided at all” Neville tried to say but was ignored and the professors began to move on to the next topic of discussion.


“Let’s start with a basic waltz.” You said, putting on the music. You browsed the room looking at your first group for your dance class. Since it was just you and Neville who would be teaching the school you separated the students into groups, not specified by house though to keep them interacting with those of each house. You continued to scan the room, searching now for a victim to pick on. You looked toward some Hufflepuffs. You were Head of Hufflepuff so you didn’t mind picking on one of them as much. “Teddy, would you come here please?”

As the lanky boy sauntered up to the front with confidence, his hair turned a bright purple shade similar to one his mother had often worn. He bowed to you over dramatically. “M'Lady”

You took his hand and placed your other hand on his shoulder, him taking your waist. For a few brief moments he almost had it until he tripped a little and stepped on you. He quickly apologized.

“It’s fine.” You said.

“Here, I think I see where your problem is.” Neville began. “May I?”

You stepped away from Teddy, expecting Neville to give an example by dancing with you. But instead, to your surprise, he went to the purple haired boy. The room filled with giggles and Teddy’s hair turned a pale baby pink shade as Neville put his arms around him.

“Show me how you were leading.” Neville instructed with a straight face.

Teddy began dancing again and you had to hold back a snicker yourself as you watched the two men dance.

“See, there’s your problem.” Neville stated then took the lead from Teddy showing him how it’s done. “Try again now.”  

Teddy took the lead once again and it was obvious he had it down much better now.

“Good, good. You’re getting there.” Neville encouraged.

“Professor Longbottom… can I please sit down now or at the very least dance with a girl again?” Teddy asked, his hair still pink with embarrassment.

“Alright alright, go ahead.” Neville said releasing him.

It wasn’t long until we had every group prepped and practiced for the ball. Which was good since the ball was right around the corner, approaching quickly.


You found yourself the day of, watching from the sidelines as your dance students made you proud. Not once did you see Teddy step on Victoire’s toes. You smiled and sipped on your glass of something that held similar properties to champagne.

“You look beautiful tonight Professor Y/L/N.” Came a familiar voice to your right.

You turned to look at the man. “So do you Professor Longbottom.” You smiled, admiring his dapper dress. Boy did he look cute in bowties.

“You know, in all the dance lessons we conducted together over the last month, not once did I get a chance to dance with you.” Neville pointed out.

You shrugged. “Someone always needed something.”

“Shame those someones.” He reached his hand out to you. “Better late than never?”

You took his hand as he led you to the dance floor. Butterflies were launched into your stomach as he put his hand on your waist and pulled you much closer than you had taught your students. You felt your heart start to race a little and desperately hoped he couldn’t feel it against his own chest. You decided to try and place your focus on the steps instead of him and how great he looked and how his eyes, his beautiful eyes, were never leaving your’s and how safe you felt being held in his arms and oh goodness, what was that amazing woodsy smell?! Was Neville wearing cologne? You attempted to clear your head of him again. Focus on dancing. It’s not that big of a deal you’re dancing with him. You dance with people all the time. But you wondered, when was the last time you danced with someone and felt like this? He was an amazing dancer too. When he led you it didn’t feel like he was yanking you around like you remembered some leads had when you were young in dance class. He was soft and subtle in all of his movements making it feel natural.

You watched as his face suddenly contorted into one of nervousness. “Umm, Y/N, I’ve been erm… meaning to talk to you about something.”

Your heart was definitely pounding now. Did he know? Was he upset? Did he feel uncomfortable about it? Was he suddenly going to stop being friends with you? You dreaded all the possible answers.

“I’ve been putting off saying this for far too long but well, like I said earlier, better late than never right?” He babbled and you looked at him with a confused gaze, urging him to go on. “I like you Y/N. I always have and I probably always will. I don’t expect you to like me back or anything, I just thought that I should get that out in the open and let you kn-”

In a moment of sudden bravery you cut him off with a quick kiss to his lips. “I’ve always liked you too Neville.” You blurted out.

He smiled, looking astonished, then placed his hands on your cheeks and leaned in to kiss you back. The kiss was soft and sweet but full of passion that had built up over the years, waiting all this time to be set free. You wrapped one hand around his neck while the other you tangled into his hair. After a few moments you pulled away, resting your nose against his. He smiled at you and brushed a strand of your hair away from your face. This, that you only ever dreamed of, was becoming a reality.