Chloe being a Marichat shipper because she thinks that if Marinette and Chat end up together, then Mari won’t draw Adrien’s attention away from her. Chloe’s not aware of the actual consequences of this happening.
a/n: I skipped all my classes today because of a migraine. I think my body was just so over life, and it was literally like, nope you’re not going anywhere. But I don’t mind, and on the bright side, this imagine happened.
Shawn, of course, likes to go to the gym every single morning without fail no matter where he is. Since you’ve been tagging along while he travels for work this past week, you thought you’d wake up early every morning to work out with him. Today is your fourth morning in a row of waking up at 6am to head over to whatever gym is closely accessible. Shawn has his whole complicated workout, but you stick to what you know, which is usually a couple of miles on the treadmill and then some ab and core workouts.
After your workout this morning, you find that you’re not feeling as great as you would have liked and as great as you normally do following a good workout. While walking down the hotel hallway, you start to see white spots in your vision, almost like someone had just flashed a camera in your face, although no one did. You try to ignore it as you walk down to the lobby with Shawn to get some breakfast. While eating, you begin to feel progressively worse and worse as time passes. You find yourself having a difficult time even thinking of the words you want to say or how to describe the things you’re trying to talk to Shawn about. You don’t want to tell him how badly you’re feeling, so you just hope he thinks you are simply tired from waking up so early and working out.
Summary: Where Harry’s just begun his solo career and performing is everything that he’s ever dreamed of; he can’t help but feel so alone sometimes though. Feeling as though everyone has someone, and he’s so out of the loop with his love life that it brings an imbalance. However, you can’t take everything and expect to give nothing in return or for everything to be ok for forever.
Word Count: 881
Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Insomnia, Cursing
A/N:This is just one of the many deleted scenes that I’ve had in my drafts for awhile and I thought that I would just share it. This scene happens between Communication & Long Distance! Hope you like it :)
Ryan had no idea how this had even happened. Well, fine, yes, he did know the logistics of it. It was more of the why than the how. Why he’d decided to go to this party. Why he’d agreed to this dumb game. And most importantly, why the universe hated him so much that he was now stuck in a closet with his friend and secret crush, Shane.
It had started out simple enough, with some of the Buzzfeed members having a get together. Ryan originally wasn’t even going to go, but several of his coworkers had talked him into it. He wasn’t much of a party person, but these were his friends, and hey, free food and alcohol was never a bad thing.
Except maybe it was. Keith somehow got the great idea that they should all play 7 Minutes in Heaven. Most people were tipsy enough to agree, and somehow Ryan had even gotten yoked into it. Then before he knew it, Ryan was pulling out a name from the bowl, and then somehow he was in this dimly lit closet with Shane.
“This is so stupid,” Ryan mumbled, shaking his head.
“Just one of those party games,” Shane replied with a shrug.
While Shane would admit to the game being a bit immature, it was clear he was more accepting of the situation than Ryan. Typical, really, with Ryan being the one to freak out and Shane staying calm, finding amusement in his friend’s intensity.
“It’s just dumb.” Ryan was still shaking his head. “Like we’re not thirteen years old, ya know?”
“What thirteen year olds even played this game anyway?” Shane quipped.
That made Ryan laugh, smiling for a moment. “Right?” He agreed. “I definitely didn’t.”
“Me either,” Shane said. “Would’ve been better though. Maybe at that age I wouldn’t have been worried about hitting my head on the ceiling.”
Ryan laughed again, it becoming more evident that he wasn’t as worked up with the situation as he had been. He ran a hand along his neck, looking up at Shane. “Like what’s even supposed to happen?”
“Kissing,” Shane answered. His tone was deadpan, but he was wearing a smile.
“Shut up, Shane, that’s not what I meant.” Ryan shook his head, rolling his eyes at his friend. “Like it just seems weird, I guess. Going into the closet to kiss random people. Like what’s supposed to happen afterwards, ya know?”
Shane hummed in agreement. “Dunno,” he said. “Live happily ever after? Hold hands and walk into the sunset?”
Ryan ran his hand through his hair and shrugged again. “That’s what I mean. It’s just kinda dumb. Just this whole thing. I mean, what would you even do if I kissed you?”
He’d said it as a joke. Just a way to further his point of how stupid this whole thing was. But Shane didn’t miss a beat before replying.
“I’d probably kiss you back.”
Ryan turned to fully look at Shane, blinking in confusion. “I– what?” He said.
“I said,” Shane said in a mocking, slow voice. “I’d probably kiss you back.”
“Oh.” Ryan answered, his mouth suddenly dry. His mind was spinning, thoughts running a mile a minute. This whole thing was so weird, so dumb, and yet -
Ryan found himself suddenly closing the gap between him and Shane, standing on his toes so that he could press his lips into Shane’s. Shane responded immediately, moving down to reach Ryan, a hand moving to lightly grip his waist.
The kiss deepened, both of them lost in the moment. Ryan moved his arm to wrap around Shane’s neck, pulling them closer still. He could feel his heart beating, thinking for just a second about how he was making out with his friend in this small closet, and how weird this was. How weird and yet so perfect.
After a minute, they finally pulled apart, both breathing heavily. Ryan looked up at Shane, eyes big and hopeful.
“Wow,” he murmured, not being able to stop himself.
Shane smiled brightly, huffing out a breath. “Yeah,” he said, unable to stop smiling. “Me too.”
Some shuffling noise from the outside alerted the two boys, and they were just able to compose themselves before a grinning Eugene opened the closet door.
“Time’s up!” He said. Ryan could swear the look on his face was almost knowing as he and Shane made their way out of the closet.
It wasn’t until later that night, as Shane and Ryan walked home together, that they finally got a minute alone.
“Wait, wait,” Ryan said suddenly, interrupting their conversation. “Why did you only say you’d probably kiss me back?”
Shane laughed, smirking down at Ryan as they stopped for a moment. “What can I say? I’m a man of mystery.” With that he leaned down, pressing his lips to Ryan’s for a quick kiss before resuming their walk home, hands interlocked together.
A little dump with a couple of WIPTIWPNFDTL (Work In Progress That I Will Probably Never Finish Due To Laziness) Star Wars Rebels drawings I started long ago and never posted. So now I am posting them.
Prompts are open. I watch way too many of these kind of videos so I was all over this. In my brain John is like a less sweet-as-sugar Markiplier, and Dirk is almost certainly a Ray-style fan-fave Twitch gamer. (John playing horror games with the Ghostbusters music as his outro is my new aesthetic.)
For whatever it’s worth, you were very drunk during the stream.
Honestly, you aren’t even sure how you remembered to upload it, but there it is, with a much larger number of views than you expected, and twice as many comments as normal.
Okay, well. At least the traces of your inebriation are all over the title, and the description, if you can even call the jumble of words down there descriptive.
You squint, sipping your coffee, dreading what you did wrong, other than your abuse of the English language. Bad things are what usually what gets the comments- your mistakes, the moments you slip up and say something offensive in the wrong ways, the times you mention something you didn’t know was as big a deal as it is.
Okay so I really wanted to write something based off of this post because I just really loved it. This is going to be a multiple-part fic, sooo this is the first part. I really hope you guys like it, and because I’ve never written a long fic like this before, any feedback is greatly appreciated! (Also I know this is short but I had to kind of just do a part with some background before i can really get into the story)
Draco Malfoy was not the same person that he was before the war.
He was a member of what used to be one of the most prestigious families in the Wizarding World. He was well-respected and loved by many. He had a surplus of friends and many other people wishing that they could just claim they have spoken to him before.
But all of this changed the moment he was forced onto the wrong side of the war. Sure, at first it seemed glorious to be, what he thought, the right hand to one of the most powerful wizards to ever exist, but his idealistic attitude quickly vanished when he discovered what everything would consist of.
Now, a year after the war, Draco Malfoy was sad and damaged. He longed for the life he previously lived, for people that cared about him and wanted to be around him. Nobody wanted to be his friend. Nobody wanted to be involved with him romantically. Nobody even wanted to be caught just talking to him. He couldn’t blame them, though, just look at the mess of the Wizarding World that he had contributed to. The deaths. The sadness. The destruction. Why would anyone want to be around someone who caused that? The only way he could get someone to look at him with even a hint of interest, or anything other than disgust and loathing, to get the smallest bit of respect, was with his body.
He knew that he was attractive. That was the one thing about him that remained unchanged after the war, and nobody could deny that.
Draco sighed as he began getting ready for his date…if he could really call it that. He had about four or five “dates” a week, and they mainly consisted of meeting up at a bar, maybe having a drink together if they could endure being in public with him and talking that long, and then heading to one of their flats to hook up, and that was it. No cuddling, no talking, no dinner, nothing. Just sex. That’s all anyone wanted from him. He was notoriously known for being very good in bed.
Draco couldn’t even deny that he enjoyed the sex. Really, he did. But sometimes he just craved…something more. He never said no to a date, though, because despite the fact that he knew that he would never be shown true love and adoration, the fake affection that he got while in bed with his partner was enough to give him a glimmer of hope for that person to see something in him that no one else could, to see beyond his name and his past. They never did, though. Deep down he knew that they wouldn’t, but that hope was somehow able to keep him going each day.
Draco finished his shower and quickly did his hair. He got dressed into something that was casual but still looked nice. Not like it mattered. All his date would care about is ripping the clothes off of him. He checked to make sure he didn’t forget anything, and with one last sigh and glance in the mirror, he headed out the door.