i was thinking about how the team was acting rly sentimental right before they all left to go on their separate missions in ep 9 and i was wondering why that was a Thing before i realized that this was the first time since meeting each other that they had gone their separate ways without being forced apart by external forces.
ive been pretty salty abt the way the wormhole incident was set up to this big, hyped up thing by being the cliffhanger of s1, yet ended up getting resolved in 2 episodes and never brought up again. but now i realize that this whole scene with them hugging & saying goodbye to one another was meant to convey that none of them had really let go of that event, despite the fact that they didnt have the time to properly deal with the aftermath of what happened because theyre, yknow. fighting a war.
Author:@dylan-ohbrien Pairing: Stiles x Reader Word Count: 3,285 Warnings: Smut (Oral male & female receiving), language that’s about it ;) A/N: So this is my first time writing a Stiles fic and I thought what better first than one for lacrosse week? I wrote this in a few hours and I haven’t done that in forever so I’m pretty proud of myself for that lol, that being said, I’m sure there are errors that I missed. It’s just kinda cute and smutty so I hope you guys like it! :)
Holy crapoli. I’ve said it before and I’ll gladly say it again, y’all are amazing. The comments, the PMs, the reblogs and the likes…it’s mind-blowing that this story has gotten as much of a positive response as it has. Tank you for everything, and I hope you all enjoy chunk three! Again, lemme know if you’d like to be tagged in the next chapter!
Also, I love @sannvers because she literally sat on the floor and pretended to be an unconscious Gaston so I could figure out body movements and such. You’re a good sister. And editor.
Title: Second Chance
Pairing: Eventual Gaston x Fem!Reader
Summary: You try to stop Gaston from shooting the Beast and falling to his death, but you arrive too late to save him. As you sit there, sobbing, the Enchantress offers you a second chance to save him.
Bound to Happen (Part 9), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader
Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.
Author’s Note: I really wanted to be sure I had seven fics out this week, but writing for the write-a-thon caught up with me and BTH was the only things I actually had finished. This chapter is definitely a long time coming and I hope it was worth the wait! Not the end, though!
It started off as a simple side project in addition to your other work. An hour here, a meeting there, without heavy commitment.
Time quickly decided it wasn’t on your side, however.
Hamilton: An American musical began its previews with thunderous success. Sold out shows and contract extensions were only the beginning. Suddenly tickets were going for outrageous prices and one of Lin’s greatest fears was being realized.
What if the people who needed to see this the most couldn’t afford it?
More hours were put in and more meetings were set up. This side project was suddenly at the forefront of your job as the idea started gaining traction with the higher ups.
The morning announcement came in the form of a hastily written text from Lin.
Hamilton to transfer to Broadway. Playing at the Richard Rodgers. We’re going back.
Suddenly you spent every waking moment figuring out how to make this happen and using every one of your favors to speak to whoever you could. As Lin got swept up in the show, he began to abandon the idea altogether.
Headlines all spoke of Hamilton. There was buzz about Tony awards and late night appearances and suddenly everyone knew of the brilliance you had stumbled upon all those years ago.
Lin was a genius, there was no doubt about it. What he created was the type of genius that would have a lasting impact.
The lottery was a great start - Ham4Ham shows broadcasted the type of talent they had while giving away affordable tickets. Still, you reminded yourself every night, you had to do more.
With an extended effort on this project came more meetings with Lin. He was buying the coffee now, but you still found home in the small cozy corner of his dressing room.
The same one he had used during In the Heights days.
The familiarity of it all was quite jarring to begin with. It was small steps at first, testing the limits. It was days before you hugged one another, weeks until you were back to the lighthearted jabs and inside jokes.
Soon, it was as if you hadn’t spent nearly six years apart. He was your Lin again - one that was always running precisely three minutes late and who consumed enough sugar to kill a small elephant and who texted you at three in the morning.
You had late nights and split desserts and laughed together again. The flow of what was once a perfect friendship began to fall back into place.
Then it finally happened.
An all nighter certainly wasn’t uncommon for you. A majority of your projects were both international and time sensitive, so you had learned to be flexible.
After many sips from various energy drinks and an incomplete pile of paperwork with your name on it, you were finally ready to call it a night. Just as the sun was coming up.
A single e-mail dinged in your inbox. You heavily considered ignoring it. You could deal with it in five to seven hours, right? You spared a single glance, halting at the subject line in all caps.
HAMILTON GRANT APPROVED
You rushed forward to click it open, scanning the paragraphs for any useful information. You screamed at the top of your lungs as you put the dots together, hastily printing the several page e-mail as you threw on the first jacket you could find.
The contents of your bag poured out onto the street in your flustered haste. Unashamed, you moved onto your hands and knees to collect what was in reach as you waved for a cab.
You practically yelled the address at the poor cabbie. The driver flinches at the volume you were able to produce at such an early hour.
You threw a wad of bills as you approached the familiar house, slipping out of the car before it even came to a full stop. Parting with a simple ‘I’m sorry’, you rushed towards the front steps.
Taking the stairs two at a time, you carefully tucked the stack of papers under your arm for security. Using both hands, you tapped your knuckles against the hard word of Lin’s door.
“Open up! Open up! Open up!” You chanted, eliciting a few nasty looks from grumpy New Yorkers who passed by in the street. You continued to knock louder.
You heard a rustling behind the door, followed by a loud curse.
It was swung open for you to be greeted with a groggy Lin clad only in a t-shirt and boxers. His dishevelled appearance didn’t halt your excitement, however. Your energetic appearance, though, was able to exhaust him further.
You stormed right past him.
“Come on in.” He sarcastically grumbled, closing and locking the door behind you. You turned to him with the brightest grin he had ever seen in his life, “What’s all the excitement for?”
“Thousands of publicly educated teenagers are going to learn about and see your show thanks to a very generous contribution from the Rockefeller Foundation.” You triumphantly handed him the papers, the sleep disappearing from his eyes immediately.
“Dear Lord.” He mumbled, snatching the papers and reading the first few sentences.
“This will extend to any city Hamilton tours in.” You added for good measure.
After a second of absorbing the information he looked up, bright eyed with a toothy grin.
“You did it-” He mused.
Before either one of you knew it, you were reaching for each other. The papers flew to the floor as his hands found home on your cheeks, pulling you in for a quick, simple kiss.
You each stepped back at the contact, lips tingling.
You shared a steady look, a mutual desperation for another kiss evident in the air.
You reached for each other again. Bodies slinked firmly and perfectly together as his teeth scraped against your lips. His hands were quickly pushing your coat from your shoulders as yours tugged at the hem of his thin shirt.
He pushed forward, blindly backing you down the entryway of his house to where you knew his bedroom resided.
His grip was tight and confident, a comfortability apparent as if this wasn’t the first time.
The back of your knees collided with the edge of the mattress as you fell back into his bed, the firm grip you had on his hair ensuring that he fell with you.
He pressed you further into the mattress as his lips abandoned you only to find solace in the clear expanse of your neck.
Shoes clattered to the floor as Lin made quick work of anything else he could shed, fifteen plus years of longing dissipating with each article he tossed to the side.
It’s been over a century since the epic and bloody war against Hybern, but a new, unprecedented horror lies in wait to threaten everything the Inner Circle holds dear.
At a mere 17, it seems that the only one who can save them is the Heir to the Night Court, Feyre and Rhysand’s daughter Eleana, but as a creature so vile promises to kill everyone she loves, she must combat the urge to succumb to the darkness herself. The key to success lies hidden within her mate, the bastard born Kaden, who is as oblivious to the bond as her Court is oblivious to the war on the horizon.
With the help of her cousin and warrior Felix, the son of the famed Nesta and Cassian, they will try to save everything they hold dear, hopefully before the darkness takes them all.
Eleana was ready to go, just waiting for Kaden to hurry up. Who knew
getting dressed could be such as task?
“Hurry up you bastard!” Felix was also impatient. He had offered them
his house to get ready, since it’s not like they had anywhere else to go. For
the next two days, Felix was taking the Elite on a mission to the mortal lands.
Eleana’s mother was under the assumption that that’s where her daughter was
going to be. It wasn’t a lie, per se, Eleana was going to be with a member of
the Elite, just not the one she was related to.
Hi ^^ um, could you do the hwarang reacting to you sneaking into the hwarang house because you missed them? Thank you!
“You are not allowed here.” Even though it didn’t seem like it: he was pleased to see you. Sun Woo just didn’t want you getting caught by the guards. He only wanted what was best for you and you sneaking into a place where you were forbidden to go.
Soo Ho would immediately try to shoo you out because you were not allowed to be inside the Hwarang House. He would sneak a quick kiss from you, and maybe a small hug, before he would make sure you got out safety, and quietly.
Han Sung would be extremely happy to see you, but once you’d hugged one another and had a small walk, he’d finally realize you were not permitted to enter the Hwarang House, and Han Sung would reluctantly shoo you away because he didn’t want you getting into trouble.
He would be walking alongside Han Sung when you had suddenly appeared in front of them. He’d make sure Han Sung wouldn’t snitch before talking to you and holding your hand as you made sure to walk around the Hwarang House without being spotted by any of the guards.
There wouldn’t be enough words to describe how happy he was to see you. He wouldn’t show his excitement on the outside, but he would definitely grin at you and call you ‘naughty’ for going against the rules in order to see him. He’d try his best to hide you until nighttime so it would be easy for him to sneak you back out.
He’d definitely be stunned the minute he notices your presence inside of the Hwarang House. You were not meant to be in the Hwarang House, but Ban Ryu had momentarily forgot that rule as he held you close. A large smile on his face.
a/n: based on the season 6A finale last night with my own little spin on things :)
You pulled your phone out of your pocket as it buzzed. You saw it was a text from Scott. You slid your phone across the screen to see his text, “I hope you’re alright. I need you to get the rest of the pack to my house asap. I’ve already got Malia, Theo, and Peter. Thanks Y/N.”
You let out a sigh of relief, you had all made it out of this alive. You walked into Corey’s hospital room to see the pack all sitting or standing around the room.
“Guys Scott just texted me that we’ve gotta get to his house ASAP. I’ll drive us all over there. Meet me out at the car.” You said.
again.. how could you hate the boston bruins? like do you hate them because others say they hate them? like why? this year’s team especially are just pure fun children who like to flip water bottles, get in tickle fights, hug one another, and play baseball in the locker room.
A/N: So I began writing this and her being meek and
quiet, then I stopped and picked up later and she suddenly became bold srry- Office AU
Word Count: 1,029
You sifted through the documents upon your desk, your
lips pursing in concentration as your brows knit together.
A gentle finger pressed to your forehead, smoothing the creases of your brows.
A soft blush dusted your cheeks as you glanced through your lashes, your gaze
settling upon your co-worker, Yuta.
He set a cup of coffee upon your desk, his gentle smiling growing.
“Could you bring me some?”
Yuta brought his own cup to his lips, sipping gently
as he glanced over his shoulder, spotting Mark from HR.
“You’re not pretty enough,” Doyoung interrupted,
peeking his head from his cubicle.
Mark sighed, devoting his attention to the phone that
rang upon his desk.
“Thank you,” you murmured, placing the stack of
Yuta cleared his throat, smiling gently.
“You work so tirelessly,” he praised.
The atmosphere grew awkward as he shifted his weight,
clearing his throat once again as you smiled softly. It seemed he should leave;
return to his desk and begin his work, yet he stalled.
You both interjected at the same time. Flustered, you
apologized, encouraging him to speak.
“I was curious if you had any plans tomorrow.”
Tomorrow was Saturday; your only plans were to stay
in your home, watching reruns on the television.
“I do not-”
His gaze darted to your desk, his fingers idly toying
with the bobble-head upon it.
A giggle erupted from you as he cleared his throat once more before smiling
“I have tickets to the game tomorrow evening-”
FC Seoul’s first game of the season.
“I’d love to go!”
His smile broadened enthusiastically at your words.
The terminal was crowded, fans and families gathering
before marching to the stadium.
Frantically, you glanced toward the exit, your heart pounding in anticipation
as you scoured the crowd for his familiar figure.
Pushing past the many figures, you waited near the exit.
Impatient, you shuffled through your purse, snatching the metallic compact from
inside. Your palms began to perspire as you opened it, using the mirror to
check your make-up.
A gentle tap upon your shoulder made your fumble, almost dropping the expensive
A smile illuminated your flustered face as your gaze met Yuta’s.
“I’m relieved,” he admitted, “I thought I’d come to
see you wearing green,” he joked, referring to the opposing team’s jersey
You sat upon the edge of your seat, your fists clenched in anticipation as
a penalty shot was took.
The stadium rumbled in applause as the ball flew into the net, the players
running to hug one another.
A loud gasp left you as a cold liquid was splashed upon your back. Loud cries
of excitement left the eccentric men behind you, clearly drunk. A lithe man muttered
a curse as he saw the beer leave the rim of his cup as he cheered.
Yuta’s gaze was weary. His gentle hand grazed your arm, his calloused
fingertips brushing your warm skin gently.
“Are you okay?”
You gave a small nod, reassuring him it was nothing.
People began to file out of the stadium, chattering loudly about the
“I’m going to go to the restroom-”
Letting you pass, Yuta let his expression sour.
Your steps faltered as you heard his apology.
“No! I really liked today- I’ve never been to an FC game!”
“It was a bad idea for a date-”
His voice seemed to falter as he realized his words.
An exasperated sigh escaped his soft lips as his gaze darted to the concrete.
“I’m sorry-” he began, his expression morphing into one of disappointment.
Your flustered expression swiftly converted into one of elation.
“I’m glad,” you mustered, “I like you-”
A gentle blush dusted his cheeks as his tried to hide his smile. He stepped
past you, offering his hand as he stood upon the stairs.
“Don’t get separated,” he murmured, glancing through the crowd of figures
upon the staircase.
His hand was warm, his long fingers easily clasping around your dainty
hand. Your heart thrummed in excitement as he led you up the long stairs.
Your mind began to wander. It was indescribable. You envisioned holding his
hand as a couple, strolling down the street together, giggling gently. You
wanted to always have his hand to hold, your heart swelling in adoration at the
Your mind was ripped from its paradise as Yuta let go of your hand, instead
reaching into his back pocket.
A small gasp left you as he gave the clerk a crisp bill.
“You didn’t have to,” you murmured, touched.
He ushered you from the booth, guiding you to the restrooms. His hands
grazed your own as he gifted you the jersey he had just purchased.
“Change,” he encouraged, gesturing toward the entrance.
“It looks cute,” he complimented, shifting his weight.
You followed him as he led you from the stadium.
“I thought you’d like to return home-” he began.
His soft lips stretched into a rugged smile.
“There’s a park nearby,” he suggested, “it’s along the river.”
The walk was encompassed in silence, but neither of you felt uncomfortable.
The sounds of the city and birds were enough to keep company.
Your mind began to wander, your idle hand brushing his own gently as a runner
ran past you along the trail. Flustered, your gaze wandered to the trees along
the path, the soft pink petals of the cherry blossoms fluttering gently in the
“You’re-” Yuta began, his words trailing off as a smile illuminated his
You glared at him gently, coaxing him to continue where he left off.
“You’re so cute,” he declared, his warm smile contagious.
“You think so?”
“Is that why you invited me out today?”
Embarrassed by your bold question, he let out a soft chuckle before
“You’re so cute,” you admitted, your fond gaze meeting his own.
Bewildered, his lips parted in astonishment at your suddenly bold attitude.
A new female character. She’s hot, funny, smart, cool, a fanboi’s dream. She and Poe obviously have history. They are at ease with one another, hug a lot, have inside jokes, each other, the fanbois are appeased. It seems like Poe is indeed a hetero dude™.
Meanwhile, Finn eyes the both of them with what an observant audience member easily identifies as jealousy. Somewhere in the second half of the movie he approaches hot new female character and says something like ‘Yeah, I’m really happy for Poe and you. He’s a really nice dude and deserves someone as hot, funny, smart and cool as you.’ He turns to leave. The fanbois rejoice. The gay has been defeated.
Then we hear her answer: “Waaaaat, no buddy, Poe is gay as shit.”
The dudebros stop breathing.
“And I also think he has the hots for you”
Some start whimpering silently.
“And btw, I’m a lesbian.”
Dead silence in the movie theatre. There is no hope left for the dudebros. It has been crushed by the merciless gay agenda. Somewhere in the distance Rey whoops Kylo’s emo ass into the next galaxy.
Warnings: Partial nudity. It’s a long one, but a fluffy one.
You knew better, really, you did. But when Erik asked for you to see him you almost had to say yes.
It had been a year since Cuba and all the while you’ve been stuck in your head thinking about that day, and how you lost two of your dearest friends.
Charles had since been sinking more and more into a bitter state. He was still devastated by losing his ability to walk, moreover, the fact that he lost Raven to a racist cause. And then Erik, well, he had The Brotherhood, along with Raven.
He didn’t give you many clues as to where he was, but he knew you could find him without a hint. He was in the middle of Canada, of all places, he was hiding out in the wilderness of Canada. It somehow made sense, but you still found it kind of ridiculous. Also, Raven hated the cold. You chuckled at the thought of her shivering and complaining endlessly.
You told Charles that you needed to get away for a while, take a break and breath a little. Charles was suspicious but gave you his permission. Even if he wanted to know what you were doing, you were too headstrong to let Charles in. He’s always been concerned about you but this time around it felt especially wrong. Yet, he let you go knowing you would’ve gone regardless.
You flew into New York City and stayed there a day, though you didn’t take a chance to look around. You the flew into Toronto, then flew to Calgary, took a train to Edmonton then made your way into the forest by foot. Was it really worth all this hassle to him? Probably not.
You found yourself in front of a fallen tree, a very large fallen tree. So large, you couldn’t even climb over it. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a spark of red, then another spark on the other side. You were then pegged to the muddy ground you looked up and frowned.
“Nice to see you too, Azaezel.”
“Azaezel, back off!” Looking over his shoulder you saw Angel. “C'mon we don’t have time for this.”
“Azaezel shook his head and got up, not bothering to give you hand.
“Someone’s a little bitter,” you said.
“He’s just been cranky from the cold weather,” Angel shrugged. “Why are you here?”
Angel’s sudden change of tone caught you off gaurd. She’s always been a sort of back-talker but this was different. She had walls up and didn’t exactly scream friendly.
“Erik asked to seem,” you spoke plainly.
Angel and Azaezel looked at each other. You could see them debate with their eyes. “Okay, if Erik wants to see then he’ll see you,” Angel nodded.
“If you’re lying you’ll be sorry,” Azaezel growled.
Angel punched him in the arm, “shut up and take is back.”
With that, you grabbed onto Angel’s hand as she linked her own to Azaezel. A flash in your vision came before you only to find yourself in what seemed to be an underground shelter. You looked around to see a few tents full of cots and blankets, one of which you saw Banshee’s foot poking out, sleeping as always. A small fire pit with a lot hanging over it and a bunch of groceries in a cooler Azaezel probably stole from any market he could teleport to. There were stacks of bottled water and a small wooden table with chairs. The ground was scattered with magazines and playing cards, and the occasional empty shampoo bottle.
“Hmm,” you groaned.
“What?” Angel frowned at you.
“Filthy,” you said.
Angel rolled her eyes,“dont I know it.”
“(Y/n)?” You heard a voice call. “(Y/n). Oh my god, you’re here!”
“Raven!” You ran to one another, hugging each other as if life depended on it.
“I’ve missed so much,” she sobbed into your shoulder.
“I’ve missed you too, I’ve missed you so much,” you said back.
“Erik’ s been waiting for you, come on.” Raven grabbed your wrist and led you further down the tunnel, the walls turning from clay and dirt to metal before coming to a metallic door. “Erik, open up, she’s here.” The door then creaked open into to a dark room.
Before you could take a step Raven gave your wrist a tug, “hey, before you go in there… how’s Charles?”
You looked into her eyes, seeing pure greif, “He misses you. A lot.” You walked into the metal room leaving Raven both relieved and sad.
As you walked in the space around you got colder than it was before, so much so you lightly began to shiver. The lighting was dim. Honestly, you were impressed there was any light here. You must’ve been a few dozen feet under ground, at least. You looked around but Erik was no where to be found. You sat in a small chair in the corner, twiddling your thumbs in wait.
You waited for perhaps ten minutes or so before the tall, slender silhouette of a man crept through another door. He looked tired, maybe a little hungry, but as handsome as ever.
You stood up from your seat as he stalked his way to you, a smile slowly appearing from his lips. He comes to a calm stop, inches away from you.
“Erik,” you whispered.
“Darling,” he said.
He took your cheeks into his palms and softly kissed you, “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too, lovely.
“Come,” he said, intertwining his fingers into yours. He took you to a twin bed on the other side of the room. You sat down on the edge of the mattress. Erik followed suit. You rested your head on his shoulder as Erik wrapped his arms around your body and began to rock back and forth. You sat quietly together, soaking in one another’s warmth for the first time in almost three hundred and sixty-five days. You breathed in his earthy scent and nuzzled yourself deeper into his embrace.
“What took you so long?”
“There was a giant log in my way. I’ve given up my powers for a while.”
“Mmm.” Erik wasn’t one to argue when it came to your mutant abilities. He never wanted to cause any trouble with you, only love and hold you endlessly.
“You look tired, lovely.”
“Exhausted,” he sighed.
“But you look as good as ever.”
He chuckled to your comment, “you’ve never looked more beautiful.”
You blushed, “thank you.”
Erik paused for a moment and gulped, “how’s Charles?”
“He’s getting by, still hurting a little.”
Erik gulped again, “I see.”
“We don’t have to discuss it,” you assured.
Another silence fell between you. You sighed and nuzzled yourself even deeper, closing whatever space was left.
Erik kissed your forehead, trailed down your jawline and to your neck. You inhaled to his lips touching you there after such a long time. He guided you to lay on the bed, your whole body resting as he hovered over. He slowly kissed your collarbone, unbuttoned part of your shirt and kissed your chest, then trailed back up to your lips.
“Oh, darling, how I’ve missed you,” he murmured.
“I’ve been yearning for you, lovely.”
You flipped yourself over, sitting on top of him. Your fingers teasingly played with the hemline of his shirt. He peeled his shirt off. You lighly kissed your way from his chest to his nose. You then passionately pressed you lips against his. He was about to pull you in closer before you broke it apart. Looking into his eyes you caressed your fingers upon his face and through his hair, kissing him once more.
Erik tugged on your sleeve, “I want to feel your skin, darling.”
Slowly, you unbuttoned and stripped yourself of your shirt and bra, then laid your head to his bare chest, feeling his heartbeat rise against your body. You were no longer cold, rather wrapped in the warmth of your true love’s arms. You laid there for what seemed like hours, reveling in the moment.
(Y/N) (Y/L/N) knew everyone in Riverdale, and everyone knew her-that’s usually how it goes in such a small community. Though there was one exception, the newest arrival in town.
Veronica Lodge had never met or even heard of (Y/N). So when she saw the girl for the first time from afar, she was taken aback. Not only by her appearance, but by the way she carried herself.
Pushing herself off against the locker beside Betty’s to get a better view, Veronica follows the girl’s movements as she moves across the hall from one person to the next.
Turning her head to see what the dark haired girl was looking at, Betty smiles as she sees (Y/N).
“Who is she?” Veronica asks, her expression full of curiosity.
“That’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” she shrugs, closing her locker.
“I’ve never seen her around before,” Veronica frowns, wondering how she could have missed her.
Betty couldn’t hide her surprise, “She’s always around, very involved in school and in the community.”
“Are you friends with her?”
Betty shrugs again, “Everyone’s friends with (Y/N).”
Veronica’s face scrunches up slightly, “I haven’t met her yet.”
“You’re bound to meet eventually. But, if you really want-the next time we see her, I’ll promise to introduce her to you.” The blond links her arms with Veronica as she readjusts her bag with her other. “We should get going.”
The girl doesn’t reply, she only nods and lets Betty drag her away for lunch.
The next time Veronica saw (Y/N) was in the gym during Vixens practice. She entered the gym with her head down, reading something from whatever papers she held in her hand.
Veronica watched her as she made her way to Cheryl at the front of the group. She became even more surprised at the sight in front of her when the girl embraced Cheryl in a tight hug as they greeted one another.
“I told you,” Betty shakes her head, “friends with everyone. I don’t know how she does it.”
Veronica continued to stretch as she observed the girl, keeping her eyes on her until she started heading back through the door she came through.
“(Y/N)!” Betty calls out.
Veronica turns to her friend just as (Y/N)’s attention snaps towards them at the sound of her name being called. Betty waves her over with a smile.
“What are you doing?”
“I promised you I’d introduce her.”
“Now?” Veronica mutters.
(Y/N) was now standing over the two girls who were still sat on the floor. “Hi, Betty,” she greets, offering a kind smile. She hugs the papers she held in her arms close to her chest, “I’m (Y/N),” she says, addressing Veronica. “We haven’t met before…I would have remembered you.”
Veronica matches her smile, “Veronica. Nice you meet you.”
“You too. I’ve heard a lot about you,” she says, cocking her head to the side. “Unfortunately, I don’t have much time-I still have to hand all these out,” she continues, raising the papers she held. “But I hope that we meet again soon.”
Veronica kept an eye out for (Y/N) as the days passed. The girl intrigued her. She couldn’t pin point why exactly, but she was curious. She wanted to know more.
She spotted (Y/N) as soon as she entered Pop’s. Veronica found her sitting across from Jughead in the otherwise empty diner. She made her way towards the pair and came to a stop right beside their booth.
“Hi,” she greets.
(Y/N) lifts her head at the sound of the newcomer, Jughead doesn’t bother adverting his eyes from his laptop’s screen.
“Veronica,” the girl grins, “we finally run into each other.”
Jughead closes the lid to his laptop and tucks it away in his bag, “I’m going to head out now.” Seeing the change in (Y/N)’s expression, he gives her a small smile, “I promised Betty I’d have dinner with her and her mum tonight.”
(Y/N)’s demeanour changed almost immediately, “Then what are you waiting for?” she says, ushering him out of his seat. “Say hello for me.”
“Sure,” he laughs, giving a brief nod to Veronica before walking away from the two girls.
“Sit,” (Y/N) instructs. Veronica slides into the booth, taking Jughead’s previous seat on the opposite side of the booth to (Y/N). “I’m sorry we haven’t had time to get to know one another. Betty and Kevin had mentioned many things about you, Veronica Lodge.”
“All good, I hope.”
(Y/N) smirks, “I suppose that depends. So tell me,” she sighs, “what brings you to Pop’s on this night?”
Veronica half-heartedly shrugs, “Had to get out for a while.”
“I get that,” she nods, taking a handful of chips before sliding the plate across the table so it was in front of Veronica. “Help yourself, I’m not going to finish it all.”
Silence settles over the pair for a while, but neither seemed to mind. Eventually (Y/N) sat back in her seat, gaining the other girls attention.
“You know what, Veronica?”
“What?” she asks.
“I think we’re going to be good friends.”
Veronica’s hand subconsciously lifts and she mindlessly play with the pearls around her neck. “What makes you think that?”
(Y/N) only shrugs, “A few things. I usually have a very good sense when it comes to people and how well we will get along.”
“And you think we will?”
The girl nods eagerly and takes a sip of her drink, “Yes,” she smiles, “I do. I guess now all we have to do is wait and see if I’m right.”
Prompt: Congrats!! Can you do kirk one where your pavels twin and you come onto the enterprise to study a rock sample? Or something and kirk really takes a liking to you? Much pavel love, and bones sneaky comments? For Anon
A/N: I changed it to you beeing an older sister, just to make the age gap better. Also, I think this might get a part two!
Bonjour may i request a Mark fluff? he just dated like 1month so they r so shy and they got together bc his members pressured him to ask his crush out so they went on a date downtown & it was decorated for x mas and they kissed haha hope its pas mal
I’m so sorry that this is so late! You requested this before xmas and I’ve only just got to it - I’ve gotten rid of the xmas bit purely because it’s over, just I still hope that you like it! Please send in feedback! Bisous, Flo :-)
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“Mark, you need to take her on a date”
“Like, an actual one. Not one in the dorms”
“Are you even dating? Because it certainly doesn’t look like it?”
“Have you kissed her yet? No? What are you doing with yourself?”
Mark, being one of the youngest, was used to the pressures of being an idol being laid upon him. Eventually he could manage them and keep them under control. Even at his age, he had a lot of experience of what being a famous boy group, could be like. He knew that the job demanded his utter devotion and time. It required him to practice his rapping, singing and dancing, all whilst attending school and having a social life.
But starting so young, meant he had little to no experience of girls. The word felt foreign to him, something he was unfamiliar with and frankly, scared of too. Despite having a fan base that consisted of majority girls, it didn’t stop him from feeling awkward and isolated around them. He didn’t know how to talk to them, or act around them. He didn’t know whether if he said one thing, they might think another. Or how to flirt with them. His busy schedule left him little time for a girlfriend.