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Through the Years (Part 8)

Summary: Through mysterious circumstances, you find yourself exchanging letters with a man who lived 70 years in the past.

Word Count: 2,328

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A/N: Enjoy, guys! <3

Originally posted by dailyevanstan


Steve was wiping a piece of croissant from his lips as you asked after Bucky’s letters. You gnawed on your bottom lip, took a deep breath, and mustered up all the courage you had.

“Steve?”

He hummed, looking up at you through his lashes.

You looked down, not being able to keep eye contact. Steve’s brow furrowed, he stopped chewing, leaning forward.

“What?”

You shook your head, taking in a shaky breath. “I—I was just wondering if you…” You paused, looked up and then back to your plate again. “Do you still have Bucky’s letters?”

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Small book things that prove Shadow Moon is precious

-Shadow Moon cheated on a coin toss so he would purposefully lose and have to buy a hitchhiker dinner (instead of the hitchhiker buying Shadow dinner)

-Shadow Moon left a dead cockroach on a motel floor instead of getting rid of it “out of respect for the dead”

-Actual quote: ”He [Shadow] drove over a big muddy river and laughed out loud when he saw that the name of it, according to the sign, was Big Muddy River”

-Shadow Moon does coin tricks whenever he sees little children to try and entertain them. It’s always his first reaction if he catches a kid looking at him

-Shadow Moon smiles to himself quite often when he is alone 

-When Shadow orders hot chocolate for himself he specifically asks for whipped cream on the top

-Shadow Moon felt proud of himself when he performed coin tricks for adults for the first time, as he always just practiced alone or in front of children 

-When Shadow arrived at his apartment and saw that there was a cat outside of it, he immediately bent down to pet the cat 

-Shadow Moon would go on walks alone and wave at the people (locals and tourists alike) he passed around town

-Shadow bought a bottle of Cabernet as a gift for someone because he had seen “life is a bottle of Cabernet” on a bumper sticker and it made him laugh

-Shadow Moon likes listening to the oldies radio station 

“Why do you love me?”

“Because I have no choice.” He said with a sigh

Her wry smile turned to a frown as she frantically attempted to let go of his hand.

He calmly pat her in the head before continuing…

“Like how the rain helplessly falls to kiss the earth. How the waves can’t resist coming back to hug the shore. I have no choice, it is my very nature to love you.

My mind filled with holes so it drowns oh so easily in the depths of your eyes. My heart molded like a flute so it always sings your name. My soul hollowed out so it would always seek you as if you’re the only thing in this world that can fill it. I have no choice when every inch of my being is drawn to your perfections.”

He glanced at her birth mark and smiled, “and to your imperfections.”

“Because love” he held her chin and slowly leaned forward “the first time my lips pressed on yours I decided there will never be a better choice”.

—  kfroy 
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Bzzzzzz Bzzzzzz Bzzzzzz

Letting out an irritated groan, [Y/N] rolled over in her bed. With her eyes still closed, she pawed for her phone that was obnoxiously buzzing on her night stand. Yanking the charger out, she opened an eye to see that it was a facetime from Tom is better than Harrison👍👌🙌. Groaning again, she slid to answer.

“You better have a damn good reason why you’re facetiming me at three in the morning, Holland.” Regrettably sitting up, she tried to adjust to the brightness of her phone.

Tom gave an apologetic grin, “I miss you, does that count as a good enough reason?” 

[Y/N] tried to fight back the smile but gave in. Playfully rolling her eyes, she squinted at his surroundings. It appeared that he was at the beach and that it was sunnier than hell. She instantly became jealous. “I was going to let it be a good enough reason but now I see your ass is at the beach and I’m pissed again.” 

“Oh but love,” Tom pouted. “I can’t help if I’m shooting near the beach.” Jutting out his bottom lip, he pulled his sunglasses up on top his head. “If it helps, it’s really not that much fun.” 

“Mhm, yeah okay.” She said sarcastically.

“I’m being completely one hundred percent serious.” Tom flinched when a fan walked past and waved. It always made [Y/N] giggle when fans did that. It always caught him off guard and he’d have mini heart attacks because he’d never be aware of his surroundings when he facetimed with her. “I really do miss you.” 

Shifting into a better position, she laid on her side with her head propped on her hand. “I miss you too.” 

“Will you please come to me?” Tom asked. 

[Y/N] took a deep inhale, she hated when Tom asked her that. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, it was because she hated planes. She became extremely anxious and would nearly have a panic attack every time. “You know I can’t.” She finally said.

Tom frowned, “Please, baby.” 

“Tom…” 

“I promise it won’t be that bad. You just have to make it here and then you’ll have me on the way back. I just miss you so much.” Tom pleaded, he hated being away from her for too long. It made him go a little mental when he was apart from [Y/N]. 

“I’d be on a six hour flight, Tom.” [Y/N] whined. “And then getting used to the time zone switch.” 

“Please,” Tom dragged out. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” He wiggled his brows and laughed at her expression. 

“Is that why you want me to endure a six hour anxiety induced flight because you just want some?” She asked with a raised brow. 

Tom laughed again. “I mean it wouldn’t be a bad thing to get some if you came.” 

“Thomas Stanley Holland, if only your mother heard you right now.” She warned. 

“I’d be in a shit load of trouble.” Tom responded as he took a seat on a bench. “I’m almost certain she believes we’re still virgins.” 

“I don’t think you give your mother enough credit. We’re twenty and have stayed in multiple hotel rooms together since we were eighteen. I’m sure she knows we’re not saving ourselves for marriage.” 

“Well I am. I’m saving all of me just for you.” 

Rolling her eyes, she yawned. “Wrap it up, kid. I’m sleepy.” 

“[Y/N] [M/N] [L/N], please for the love of god, will you get on the next plane and come to me.” 

“Tom,” she whined again. “I’m seriously about to have a panic attack thinking about it. What do you think is going to happen if I do get on a plane for six hours.” 

“You’ll probably hyperventilate and scare the shit out everyone that’s sitting beside you.” Tom shrugged his shoulders at her expression, “You asked.” 

“I hate you sometimes.”

“No you don’t.” 

“I really do.” 

“Ahh, you really don’t.” 

“Fuck you.” 

“I mean I could if you were here.” 

“Thomas!” [Y/N] shrieked. 

Laughing, Tom ran a hand through his hair. “Babe, just please come. I really need you. I’m getting so unbelievably stressed out right now and you always know what to do and say to make me feel better.” 

[Y/N] groaned, she hated when Tom used that whole ‘you make my stress go away’ ruse. But, she knew at the same time that it wasn’t just a trick to get her there. She really didn’t know how she made Tom’s stress disappear but she did. “Baby.” 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” She groaned. “When I wake up later, I’ll look up the flights okay?”

Tom smiled, “Let me know which one and I’ll pay for it, okay?” 

“Absolutely not.” She countered. 

“What? Yes.” Tom snapped back, his brow raised. “I kind of peer pressured you into coming here, so let me pay for it okay?” 

“And let you pay for my hotel room too? This is how it goes, you always pay for everything.” 

“Of course not. You’re staying with me.” Tom grinned, “And I’m supposed to and before you hit me with the whole sexist shit, it’s also because I want to. You’re my Queen, baby.” 

She rolled her eyes, but smiled. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Won’t be soon enough. I love you, get some sleep.”

“I love you too and don’t worry I plan on it.” She blew him a kiss and ended the call. Setting her phone back on her nightstand, she sighed into her pillow. Reaching down to pull the collar of the hoodie she wore to her nose, she inhaled Tom’s scent. At least she’ll get to steal another hoodie of his when she visits. [Y/N] couldn’t even begin to count the number of his hoodies she had in her closet. And she was amazed that he kept buying them knowing that they would end up with her. 

Smiling as she fell asleep, she couldn’t wait to see and feel him again. 

“Lost My Heart to You” (Part One)

Summary: (Modern-Day AU) Bucky lost his heart to you. And every time you two meet, he tries to seek it back. -Mini Darbble Series

Word Count: 1,522 (okay not exactly a drabble)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warning: none, just some floof

A/N: sorry for throwing another series your way. but i was just in the mood of writing some floof, since i never write enough floof. i hope you like it! as always, leave me some nice words to read! aslo, maybe drabble for me might be between 500-1,5k words. :P

ily x.

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anonymous asked:

Can you pretty please do a drabble or an au for Vernon since it's his birthday?

me: is late for his birthday
also me: friendship to romance trope with vernon au??? yeah??? 

  • you’ve known vernon for like three hundred years,,,,like you two grew up together and because of that
  • your sarcastic personalities get along really well and by really well you both rip on each other like there’s no tomorrow and everyone calls you the old married couple because you two always seem to be play arguing about the SMALLEST things
  • but like this is your dynamic and in the end it’s all fun and games and vernon has opened up to you about how hard it can be to be an idol and you’ve always been a big support for him
  • which is why when his birthday comes around and you’re thinking of some funny joke gift to get him to piss him off like a framed photo of seungcheol or J.Cole’s album but when you open it the CD inside is like a Barney sing-along
  • but also you’re like “i need to get him a serious gift” so you call up seungkwan and you’re like ,,,,,,,,im thinking of getting him some cool tech think what do you think
  • and seungkwan sighs on the other line and is like “i think i have a better idea of what you should give him,,,,,” and you’re like omg what
  • and seungkwan is like “idk maybe you could both finally open your eyes and figure out you like each other and you give him the greatest gift of all: LOVE”
  • and you pause
  • before bursting out into laughter because seungkwan HAS to be joking,,,you and vernon are like oil and water you bicker about everything and are always trying to tick each other off
  • but seungkwan is dead serious he’s like “it might be hard to believe but vernon is flirting with you,,,,,,,like he’s usually super shy and quiet with other people even with us sometimes he’s closed up but with you - he’s a completely different person”
  • and you like??? can’t believe it you just can’t but when you hang up you sit there and think,,,,,,,,do you like vernon? you’ve been friends for so long that skinship and closeness has always been ok
  • but then you think of vernon,,,,and his hands on your waist,,,,,the way he looks when he smiles and the pretty way his bangs fall into his eyes when he laughs
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,wait
  • vernon is handsome. and talented. and has always been there for you and you’re like oh m y G od,,,,,,,,,i like him
  • and you look down at your phone and see a text from vernon whose like ‘today is a special day do you know why?’ and you know he’s joking around as usual
  • but you’re like ‘yeah, i need to give you your gift can you come over?’
  • and vernon says he’ll be there asap and you’re pacing around your room thinking about how you’ve never been this nervous to see your best friend before
  • but when the doorbell rings your heart nearly pops out of your chest
  • and when you open it you have to take in a breath because vernon is there, black hair a bit messy when he pulls off his hoodie and his lips turning up into that smile when he takes off his mask
  • and he’s like ‘so - what’d you get me?’
  • and you realized that one) you didn’t get him anything so you really have no choice but to follow seungkwan’s advice and two) was he always ,,,,,like did he always look this,,,,,,,,,,,,,KissableTM
  • and you’re just,,,staring at him and vernon is like hey??? hello?? waving his hand in your face and you’re like,,,,,,,,,, ‘my gift-’
  • and vernon grins like ‘yes, what is it i didn’t come over here for noth-’
  • and you cut him off with a fast, shy peck to the lips and when you pull back there’s one million thoughts in your head but you’re also like ‘im sorry seungkwan said that the best gift to give is love and oh god saying outloud is so corny let’s pretend i didn’t just do tha-’
  • but vernon reaches out to pull you back in, gently kissing you first this time and you ,,,,,, honestly cannot believe it for the first like 60 seconds
  • but you fall into it
  • and vernon is just as sweet and careful as you thought he’d be
  • and when you guys finally let go of one and other vernon is like ‘best gift, i honestly thought you were going to get me something as a joke-’
  • and you’re like ‘oh yeah i was gonna get a framed pic of s.coups but i couldn’t get him to model for me when i asked’
  • and vernon looks at you and is like ‘why,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,do i like you so much when you do these things to me’

so he’s great, yeah. brings me coffee when you won’t even look at me. tells me I’m beautiful and it was a “love at first sight” kinda thing. opens car doors and waves in the hallway. tells his brother about me. tells his friends how much he likes me. so he’s great, yeah, he’s really great.

but you were an earthquake and god do I need to shake things up. you were the one who woke me up when I felt dead, shoved me into the light and said, “look look look we’re still alive.” you cut me like a butcher but always kept the best parts and sure you were a liar but at least the lies were good. at least I knew they were lies.

so he’s great, yeah. but for how long? at least with you I knew when it would fade away. at least with you I knew what I was getting into.

Four Times

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Four times Peter wanted to tell you he loved you, and the first time he did

Warnings: Cuteness, swearing, bullying, mention of blood

A/N: I’m so late to this trend but I’m in a fluffy mood so here we go! Sentences in bold are texts that the reader sends, sentences in italic are texts from Peter

Originally posted by jessikaort

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If I Could Tell Him...

I’m alive! Here’s a oneshot inspired by the song “If I Could Tell Her” from Dear Evan Hansen. I highly encourage you to listen to the song. Please enjoy!


“Girl, you’ve got to try to pull yourself together,” Alya frowned from the other side of Marinette’s phone screen. “Adrien’s your friend. It shouldn’t have been that hard to ask him to go to the movies with you. He definitely would’ve said yes if you asked, but instead…”

“But instead, I panicked and ended up tripping down the stairs,” Marinette sighed. She blew a stray piece of hair out her face, but it fell right back into place. Marinette decided to let it stay there. The day left her too exhausted to bother with anything else. Not only did she fall down the stairs before asking Adrien to the movies, but she also knocked Chloe over and took them both for a tumble. She wasted the next hour of her life listening to Chloe rant while accompanying her to the nurse to make sure neither of them were injured. In short, it had been a terrible day.

Marinette sighed again. “Alya, I thought I was gonna be able to do it this time. I spent almost three hours practicing last night, but when I faced the real thing… I just seized up.”

“But you’ve been doing so well lately. I’ve caught you two having normal conversations between class.”

“It’s fine when we’re talking about schoolwork, but when I try to act on my feelings, my mind turns to mush. I get so nervous. There are so many things I want to tell him, but they all jumble together and I can hardly muster a coherent sentence. My heart starts beating so fast that my body can’t keep up. Everything goes weak and suddenly, I’m unable to act normal anymore.”

Alya laughed, wishing she was with Marinette in person so she could give the poor girl a hug. “You’ve got the love bug bad!” Alya smiled. “And that’s not a bad thing, but if you want to have a chance with Adrien, you’ve got to overcome it. Don’t be nervous around him. He’s just Adrien after all.”

“Just Adrien?” Marinette sputtered, nearly dropping her phone. “Adrien Agreste, the kindest, smartest, and most handsome boy Paris has ever known? How is a klutz like me supposed to act around that?”

“He’s not some superhero or demigod. He’s a normal guy so there’s nothing to be nervous about. You’re not a klutz either. You’re just Marinette! And if Adrien doesn’t love that then maybe he isn’t the right guy for you.”

“I hope you’re wrong otherwise I’ll have to rework my entire life plan,” Marinette giggled. Her smile then turned to a slight frown as a different thought crossed her mind. “But I’ll never know if he’s the right one or not if I never tell him how I feel.”

“Good thing you’ve still got plenty of time to tell him.” Alya gave Marinette a hopeful grin. The school year wasn’t over yet. Each day was a new opportunity to make some progress with Adrien. “Remember what we talked about before?” Alya continued. “Baby steps. And speaking of babies, I’ve got to get back to babysitting. The twins are shouting for dinner so I should get cooking. Catch you later!”

“Bye!” Marinette said as the call ended. She dropped her phone onto her desk and groaned. “I’m a mess…” she mumbled under her breath.

“No, you’re not!” Tikki shouted as she emerged from behind Marinette’s chair. “Everything Alya said is right! You need to figure out how to tell Adrien how you feel! There’s no need to be nervous!”

“Funny how everyone’s an expert in love tonight,” Marinette said as she got out of her chair. She grabbed a blanket off her bed and slung it over her shoulders. “I’m going out to the balcony for a bit,” she told Tikki. “Wanna join me?”

Tikki let out a huge yawn. “No thanks,” the kwami replied tiredly. “I’m exhausted after the day we had today.”

“Tell me about it. I don’t want to hear Chloe’s voice for at least another year. Get some rest then. I need some fresh air to clear my head. I’ll come back inside soon.”

As Tikki headed to bed, Marinette went up to the balcony. The air outside was slightly cold, but it felt refreshing. The sun set an hour or so ago so the sky was dark and dotted with stars. The streets below still bustled, but above everything felt quiet. Marinette leaned against the metal railing as she watched Paris’s nightlife spring alive. Moments like this made all her worries feel small. Even at night, Paris kept moving and when seeing it action, how could Marinette think about anything else?

Out of the corner of her eye, Marinette spotted a shadow dart across the buildings across the street. She squinted her eyes, trying to get a closer look. “Could that be…?” she wondered as leaned over the railing. “There’s only one person who could be out roaming the skyline at this time of night.”

The shadow disappeared, leaving Marinette puzzled. “Where did he go?” she thought, craning her neck to peer across the street. “He was there just a second ago.”

“Surprise, Princess!” a voice shouted from behind her.

Marinette jumped as the blanket fell off her shoulders. She swiveled around to find Chat Noir standing behind her, hands proudly on his hips and tail whisking back and forth. “You scared me!” Marinette yelled, putting her hand over her beating heart. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Chat Noir grinned cheekily. “I saw you outside and thought it would be rude not to drop by and say hello. Besides, who doesn’t like a special visit from their favorite superhero?”

“That’s quite an assumption you’re making,” Marinette smiled, now matching Chat Noir’s pose. “Who says you’re my favorite?”

“I’m not?”

“I’m only joking. Of course, you’re my favorite, but don’t tell Ladybug I said that.”

“Your secret’s safe with me!”

There was a brief moment of silence before Chat Noir spoke again. “Are you doing alright?” he asked, almost in a whisper. Marinette met his eyes which to her surprise were filled with concern. She was slightly taken aback. Chat Noir didn’t often act seriously like this. It was different. What spurred the sudden worry?

“I’m fine…” Marinette answered. Her gaze drifted to the floor. “Well,” she began again. “I guess today wasn’t the best day I’ve ever had, but there isn’t much I can do about that.”

Chat Noir took a seat on the balcony’s railing. “Tell me about,” he said. “I’ve got time to listen.” With a carefree and kind smile like his, Marinette couldn’t refuse. Besides, she had time to burn too.

Marinette let her back hit the railing and then sank down to her knees. She tossed the blanket over them before starting her story. “I tried to invite the boy I like to the movies today, but it didn’t go so well,” she explained. “I got nervous again and ended up falling down the stairs. To make matters worse, I knocked into Chloe which sent her into a frenzy. I ended up looking like an idiot again. At this rate, I don’t think he’ll ever talk to me again, let alone go to the movies with me.”

“You have someone you like?” Chat Noir asked, his ears perking up.

Marinette raised an eyebrow. “Out of everything in my story, that’s what you picked up on?” she said, pretending to be sarcastic while holding back giggles. “Why? Are you jealous?”

Chat Noir shook his head. “No… I just didn’t know. If you don’t mind me asking, who is he?”

“Adrien Agreste.”

For reasons Marinette didn’t know, Chat Noir visibly stiffened. There was something in his eyes that Marinette couldn’t discern. Surprise, anxiety, and a spark of something else. She tapped his knee, bringing him back to life like a wind-up toy newly wound. He ran his hand through his hair before looking at her. Chat Noir softly smiled as he asked, “Is that so?”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Hard to believe, I know. We’re not exactly a perfect match. He’s a popular, perfect model while I’m clumsy Marinette. One might say we’re polar opposites.”

“But they also say opposites attract,” Chat Noir added, proud of his joke. “I don’t think you two sound that different. Maybe he’s not as perfect as you think…”

“Well, of course, he’s not perfect perfect, but he’s perfect to me.” Marinette’s cheeks glowed pink which was hardly noticeable against the dark backdrop of night. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach at the thought of him.

“Why do you think he’s perfect?” Chat Noir pressed further. “I mean, nobody’s perfect and perfection isn’t a reason to fall in love with someone.” Marinette detected bitterness in his words as if he had this conversation with others before. His blonde locks covered his eyes so Marinette couldn’t read his expression. Yet, Marinette could read his body language and it was obvious something she said struck a chord with him.

“He’s perfect because of all the reasons I love him,” Marinette smiled. She leaned over and rested her head against Chat Noir’s dangling leg. “I always have trouble finding the words when I with him, but if I could tell him… I’d have so much to say. I keep them all locked inside, unsaid, but someday I’ll tell him how I feel. I’d tell him all the reasons I love him.”

“You could tell me.”

Marinette and Chat Noir turned to each other, both stunned. Chat Noir waved his arms, panicking. “Y-you could tell me as practice!” he stammered. “It might be good to get it all out with someone else first! That way it’s easier to tell him later! That’s what I meant!” His tail waved fervently, not hiding his anxiousness. A nervous Chat Noir was a new picture for Marinette, but she liked it. It was oddly adorable.

“I don’t mind,” Marinette shrugged. “I’ve never had the chance to talk about it with anyone but Alya. It’s kinda embarrassing though so you can’t tell anyone else.”

“You have this cat’s word.”

“Alright…” Marinette took a deep breath as she gathered her thoughts. Reasons she loved Adrien? There were so many. It would be best to start at the beginning. “There’s his smile which feels so kind and real. His face lights up when he truly smiles. Not the forced smiles he gives the teachers or Chloe… his real smile is amazing.”

“And there’s the way he tries to stand up for his friends even when he knows the consequences. To be someone of his social standing and talk back to others is dangerous, but he does it anyway. Sometimes it’s in quiet ways. He’ll whisper to Chloe and ask her to knock it off. Sometimes he’ll sneak away and tell a teacher. Sometimes he’ll face others head on. I’ll never forget the time he defended my uncle in front of Chloe. They’re friends so I didn’t think he’d tell her off, but he did. His sense of justice matches even yours, Chat Noir. Adrien will always help a friend in need.”

“Then there’s the way he sneaks silly puns and jokes into conversations. They’re almost too subtle to notice. Whenever he tells a joke, the corners of his mouth turn up slightly as if he’s trying to disguise his pride. They’re always corny, but somehow they warm my heart. Adrien’s puns are few and far between, but each one feels special. They’re a sneak peek into his sense of humor.”

“And his laugh… he has the most wonderful laugh. It’s lighthearted and carefree. When he lets himself laugh, he laughs like nobody’s watching. His cheeks turn red as he throws his head back and laughs. When he’s finished, he smiles again. A rare happiness fills his emerald eyes. Whenever I watch him laugh, I feel one step closer to him. I feel like I’ve been allowed to witness something magical.”

Marinette tilted her head up toward the stars. She closed her eyes and smiled. “But the thing I love about him most,” she said, reminiscing the moment when the fire of her love began to first burn. “Is his heart.”

Chat Noir cocked his head, confused. “His heart?” he asked.

Marinette nodded. “He has a good heart. He helps others whenever he can. He’s kind beyond belief. He can remain level-headed when times get tough, but also knows how to makes others feel better. His words encourage others to keep moving forward. His father, though he’s my hero, can be harsh and cold sometimes. Yet, Adrien always manages to stay kind and positive. I know there are moments when he’s feeling down, but he tries to smile for everyone else’s sake. His heart is almost too big for him to bear.

“And the moment I fell in love with him, I couldn’t believe it. It was so sudden and new. I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow his heart reached mine. With only an umbrella and a simple laugh, he captured my heart. It sounds silly to say it out loud. It’s like something out of a movie… ”

“It’s not silly!’ Chat Noir shouted, nearly falling off the railing. His cheeks were just as red as Marinette’s now. The only reason she didn’t notice was because of the darkness and his mask. Chat Noir cleared his throat and swallowed the nerves that were quickly creeping through his entire body. "It’s cute,” Chat Noir smiled. It was a more heartfelt smile, the kind Marinette only saw when he was talking to her as Ladybug.

“Thanks,” Marinette blushed. “But does it all really matter if I don’t tell him? I want to say something, but I can’t do it! I feel so far from him even though he sits right in front of me every day. He’s everything to me, but he has no idea and it’s my fault. If only I could tell him…”

Chat Noir jumped off the railing onto the balcony. He sat down next to Marinette and pulled part of her blanket onto him. She looked surprised but didn’t say anything. “I think…” Chat Noir started as he bit his lip. “Adrien probably has things he wants to tell you too.”

“I doubt it. There’s not really anything that impressive about me. He thinks I’m a good designer but that’s about it,” Marinette pouted. “We’ve never talked about me either. I don’t know how much he could want to say.”

“That’s not true. I think Adrien would say a lot of things,” Chat Noir smiled. “I think he would tell you how he admires the way you stand up to Chloe. You don’t let her push you or anyone else around. Without hesitation, you rise up and take her head on. You’ll defend any friend or stranger because you know it’s the right thing to do.”

“How would you know he’d say something like that?” Marinette asked, one eyebrow raised. “That’s awfully specific…”

“…Adrien and I have… talked before,” Chat Noir said, thinking carefully about his words. “He’s been at the site of quite a few akuma attacks so we’ve had time to chat. He’s mentioned things about you a few times too.”

“He has?!” Marinette’s face lit up like the Eiffel Tower at night. She grabbed Chat Noir’s arm, shaking it eagerly. “Please tell me what he said! Chat Noir, I have to know!”

“Alright!” Chat Noir laughed as Marinette began to calm down. “It’ll have to stay a secret between us though.”

“Definitely!”

“Okay. Well, he said… he also likes the way you get nervous sometimes, but persevere. He likes the way you trip, stumble, and yes, even fall down the stairs because you always get right back up and keep going. When you make mistakes, it doesn’t paralyze you. You try again. It may take a while, but you always bounce back.”

“Did he say anything else?” Marinette clutched her cheeks, nearly squealing with glee. Her heart was beating so fast, it might pop out of her chest. The thing about herself she often hated Adrien liked? It had to be a miracle. “A-Actually, no nevermind…” she backtracked. She pulled on her hair nervously. “I probably shouldn’t be hearing this since Adrien told you, not me.”

“N-no, no! I’m sure Adrien would be fine with it,” Chat Noir replied, almost as nervous as Marinette. “And he said so many things, I’m trying to pick out the best ones to tell you.” Chat Noir felt himself begin to ramble. Something stirred in his chest. It was similar to how he felt about Ladybug. Usually, he would have stopped to question the feeling. After all, Ladybug was his one true love. But right now, he was so caught up in Marinette he didn’t have time to stop and think.

“Go on then…” Marinette urged him. “What else did Adrien say?”

“He said he likes the way you tie your hair with ribbon into little ponytails. And the way you always match your clothes like an expert designer would. It makes you look even prettier than you normally do.”

“Adrien thinks I’m pretty?”

“Definitely! He also told me he likes the way you’re courageous in the face of danger. You’re a civilian, but you’ve got enough bravery to be a hero all on your own. You want to protect everyone. When an akuma appears, you’re never afraid. You remain calm and think rationally. You always seem to have a plan. It’s incredible. You could rival Ladybug. All in all, he thinks you’re amazing!”

Marinette laughed to herself. “Oh the irony,” she smiled. “I can’t believe Adrien said all those things,” Marinette said aloud. “He’s never mentioned anything before, but I guess I don’t do a great job keeping up conversations with him. I didn’t know he thought about me that way.”

“Maybe he didn’t know how to tell you?” Chat Noir shrugged. “Or maybe he never knew how badly he wanted to tell you,” he thought, his pulse racing.

Marinette hugged her knees to her chest. “Adrien doesn’t seem that far away now. Maybe I’ll try asking him to the movies again tomorrow. Hopefully, he won’t mind if I have another clumsy moment again. But even if I fall down the stairs, I want to get back up and try again.”

“That’s the spirit!” Chat Noir nudged her arm playfully. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, Princess. Once you ask, I’m 100% positive he’ll say yes. And I think I overheard that he might be free this Friday afternoon.”

“Thank you, Chat Noir.” Marinette let her head fall onto his shoulder. Chat Noir froze for a moment before slowly running his hand through her hair. It was soft like he expected and smelled like vanilla. He tried to speak, but the words were caught in his throat. Instead, he tried something simpler.

“You’re welcome…”

Marinette sat up, making Chat Noir feel a little sad. With a bright smile, Marinette promised, “I’ll put in a good word for you with Ladybug as thanks for tonight. She’s got a great kitty at her side although I don’t think she’s ever doubted that.”

She winked at Chat Noir and rush a familiarity overcame him. It felt too familiar, but Marinette had never shown him that expression as either Adrien or Chat Noir. Where had he seen it before then? Before he could ask her, Marinette stood up and wrapped the blanket in her arms.

“I should probably head inside. It’s getting late and I promised Tikk- I mean my MOM, that I wouldn’t stay out too long.” Marinette coughed, praying Chat Noir hadn’t noticed her slip up.

Chat Noir nodded. “I understand.” He bowed and took Marinette’s hand. Gently, he held it up to his lips, giving it a delicate kiss. “Until next time, princess.” Marinette rolled her eyes with a smile, not surprised by Chat Noir’s suave nature.

He unhooked his baton from his waist and extended it. Chat Noir gave her his signature two-finger salute before bounding into the darkness. Marinette watched his figure disappear behind the buildings. Once he was gone, she headed towards the trapdoor to go back to her bedroom.

But then she stopped. “I wonder who told him I was having a bad day…” Marinette thought. “Maybe it was Adrien… Someone must have asked him to check on me. I’ll have to ask the next time I see that silly cat though. Even without the mask, he can always see right through me.”

With a final look at the night sky, Marinette whispered to herself, “Good night, Chat Noir.” And then she disappeared back into her bedroom, hopeful for tomorrow.

Mark as your boyfriend

When he sees you in the audience.

You like to go to GOT7′s concerts, because you support Mark especially in what he loves to do. You and the other members are friends too, so it’s not uncommon that they invite you and give you tickets. 

Mark being as smooth and subtle as he can be, simply gives you a smile or a wink whenever he sees you in the crowd waving the green lightstick.

Originally posted by tepangel


Him sending you spapchats everyday when he’s overseas on tour.

On tour Mark is always busy but he when he has some time on his hands he will send you little videos to ask about your day or tell you about his.

“Hey, how are you, beautiful?”

“I miss you.”

“I wish you were here with me, babygirl.”

“The tour’s going great! Ahgases are amazing.”

Originally posted by marktuanxgot7


When you fool around.

Although Mark isn’t overly extroverted and loud he still likes to tease you and fool around with you to make you laugh. You often make a hand-gun and point it at him playfully and shoot.

His reactions always bring a smile to his face, either he falls to the floor with yelp or clutches his heart and makes and overdramatic pained expression or to be extra, he makes a backflip. Because he knows you love flying Mark.

“Bang!”

Originally posted by gummylee13


Whenever you’re behind the scenes.

You like coming to shooting sites and joke around with the memebers whenever they take a break, but you stay behind the camera to make him laugh and tease him when he’s filming or photoshooting.

“What are you doing, Y/N?”

“Aish, I can’t focus when you keep doing that, baby.”

“I’m sorry I keep laughing, she’s funny though!”

Originally posted by morethangiulia


Him calling you to make sure you’re okay.

More often then not Mark worries for you and cares a lot about your wellbeing, so he would call you in the evenings to make sure you had enough meals, you’re taking care of your body and you’re sleeping enough.

Especially when he’s on tour and he can’t see you in person he would make time for you as often as possible, even he has a tight schedule. If not on tour, he would often call from dance practices or in the studio to promise he’s finishing soon.

“Are you well, Y/N?”

“Have you eaten? What did you have? Was it good?”

“It’s late, babe Aren’t you tired?”

Originally posted by taectless


When you randomly film him.

You like to capture every moment spent with Mark, especially when you’re out on dates together and take loads of pictures, but also when you’re just inside, sitting on a couch, not saying much, simply enjoying the presence of the other.

“Hey, look here.”

“Baby.”

Originally posted by beanietuan


When he’s talking to or about you on TV.

Mark likes to tease you every chance he gets to make you laugh or flustered, because he thinks you’re cute. So when he knows you’re going to watch him and the other members on TV he will make sure to address you one way or another.

“This one’s for Y/N.”

“My girlfriend like it when I do this.”

“It’s fun teasing her like this.”

Originally posted by justrightforjb

{Special} College!AU Kihyun
  • major: drama + classics (concentration: greek civilization) 
  • minor: ancient greek 
  • sports: is running around campus in a toga considered a sport? he did that once as a part of an impromptu production,,,,,, 
  • clubs: poets society, theater club, hosts the bi-yearly ‘on campus olympics’, playwrights united, so many tbh,,,,,,
  • kihyun’s love for drama comes from his love for greek mythology. it all started with him watching an old film version of the odyssey when he was ten and afterwards he couldn’t stop parading around the street asking everyone to call him “odysseus ruler of ithaca” 
  • but instead of going into film as a major, kihyun had started reading the playwrights of sophocles, euripides, and agathon and had fallen for the sheer madness of greek tragedy 
  • his love for both acting, writing, and the culture of ancient greece made him want to learn the language (although he is rather clumsy with it) but inevitably he ended up majoring in both drama and the classics 
  • bringing together the two things he loves most: being on stage himself, while also learning about the art of his favorite kind of plays
  • and everyone in the drama major agrees that if they ever put on productions based off ancient greek plays that kihyun HAS to be the main role -
  • like for their production of hamlet, kihyun was fine playing horatio - he didn’t have to be the prince but when they put on oedipus rex well,,,,,let’s just say there was no question kihyun wanted the role
  • mostly because in the play oedipus ends up blind and kihyun came into practice with a blindfold on and proceeded to try and prove he could still do everything without seeing anything,,,,he ended up in the nurses office buT HEY HE GOT THE ROLE
  • all his classes that focus on playwriting / scripts kihyun has this need to only write twists on greek mythology, or make up stories using the gods
  • and in costume design he’s always like “my sketches are based on artemis!! see the dress is short, but comfortable with nature-themed colors because artemis was the goddess of the hunt-”
  • and you know the way some people are harry potter nerds or ,,,, gamers ,,,,, or you know kpop fans,,,,, kihyun is a fan of ancient greece. to put it simply
  • and he’s really smart about the civilization, he knows so many facts and so many philosophers and writers and political figures - even though it might seem like he’s a little messy at times 
  • which believe me, kihyun can give off the messy feeling because he’s really easily frustrated by a A LOT of things. like he always gets too much on his schedule and then fusses about how he can’t finish
  • and minhyuk loves LOVES L O V E S to tease kihyun when kihyun is trying to focus on his work
  • and it ends up with kihyun chasing minhyuk around the library waving around his copy of ‘hippolytus’ like a weapon
  • but also kihyun always drags minhyuk into his room to read through lines with him or give him his opinion on kihyun’s acting
  • and minhyuk is like whY ME ASK SHOWNU and kihyun is like i can’t shownu’s only reaction is ‘good’ ‘nice’ ‘very pleasing’
  • like minhyuk and kihyun are always bickering if they’re in the same room and minhyuk’s always like ROFL YOU’RE SO MAD YOUR EARS TURNED RED!!!! and kihyun is like THEY DID NOT CO M E HERE SO I CAN WHOOP-
  • but in the end minhyuk is always one of the first people kihyun invites to his productions and it’s cute it’s like cats and dogs w/them
  • on the other hand, with everyone else kihyun is sooooooo sly and he’s always like,,,,,like he always knows everyones secrets and no one knows how
  • like he leaned over to jooheon once and was like “i heard you failed your test in global finance” and jooheon’s fry fell out of his mouth because he was like WHO TOLD YOU I SHREDDED THAT TEST and kihyun is just like (—–: heard it thru the grapevine~
  • also jooheon is just an easy target for kihyun because he always slips up and tells kihyun exactly what he wants to know and everyone is like kihyun let him live and kihyun is like hehehehe,,,,NO
  • tries to matchmake all his friends on blind dates and stuff because he calls himself the ‘modern day eros’
  • it flops most of the time and everyone in monsta x is like stop trying to wingman us and kihyun is like that’s why you’re all single because you won’t listen to me - the actual god of love
  • and even though kihyun seems like this responsible, on-top of his work kind of person there are times where,,,,,,,that isn’t very true
  • because college makes people doubt their abilities and kihyun has never been the kind of person who’d go around asking for help or advice,,,he always just gives his support 
  • but when he needs it most ??? he shuts down
  • and you learn this because every time you’ve ever seen kihyun,,,,you’ve seen the happy and excitable kihyun. the kihyun who laughs with his whole body, who speaks his lines with so much emotion that people C R Y, who is always shining on and off stage
  • you’ve seen him like this ever since you started volunteering to paint backgrounds for the theater club
  • and never once,,,,had you see him look sad. you’d seen him angrily yelling out when things were getting messed up, how he gets a little on edge when people keep messing up lines,,,,,maybe even the way his ears get red when he’s rushing to get rehearsal started but,,,,,,
  • sad??? nope
  • so you can only describe it as pure shock when you think that everyone has gone for the day and you’ve set up the large white banner that you have to paint for an upcoming production but as you step back inside the dark theater with buckets of paints you hear ??? crying
  • and it isn’t like sobbing or anything but you hear someone sniffle
  • and you consider like turning around and leaving them in peace, but when you catch a glimpse of the pink hair,,,,,,,,the pink hair of the only person on campus who has that bright of a dye job
  • you freeze and think “kihyun?”
  • and at first you don’t believe it because no way. someone so outspoken and charismatic wouldn’t seclude themselves to crying in the theater ,,,,,
  • but then you see him get up from the corner he’s slumped again, a liter of paper scraps making a ring around his feet
  • and that’s when you notice that you’ve locked eyes. your wide, confused ones staring into kihyun’s that are rimmed with redness and the tear stains down his cheeks glisten even so far away
  • something about it leaves you even more shocked ,,,,, because even like this kihyun is handsome. hauntingly handsome,,,,,,wiping at his face with his sleeves and desperately moving his eyes away from yours
  • and you think he’s just going to run past you. leave
  • but he seems stuck too 
  • and for a while you two just stand there in a silence broken only by kihyun sniffling every now and then and you shifting the paint can in your hands
  • and then you hear him go “im sorry, this is painfully awkward for you isn’t it?”
  • something sounds a bit bitter in his voice,,, what it is you don’t know ? but you transfix your stare and shake your head simply going “no. you’re the one that looks like you’re going through something painful”
  • kihyun’s head snaps up to look back at you and again,,,,,,something about the browns of his eyes seem illuminated and glassy
  • he bites back his lip but sadly drops his shoulders “you’re right. it is painful.”
  • now it probably isn’t your place to go around meddling into his business, but it’s never nice to leave someone crying alone without at least trying to extend a helping hand so shakily you step forward. setting down your can of paint you keep your eyes on him 
  • “what’s wrong?”
  • kihyun seems to break at the sound of your question. a visible shiver runs down his body and before you know it he’s back to his knees on the floor, picking up the scraps of paper and crumpling them in his hand
  • without really knowing why you rush over and try to pull the scraps from him. you unravel one and read the disjointed sentences, the obvious dialogue mixed in with stage commands 
  • it’s a script,,,,,,for a play
  • putting together a couple of more scraps you make out names like ‘aphrodite’ and ‘eros’. the names of ancient greek cities. words you can’t decipher but that are most obviously distinct of an old langue 
  • you look up at kihyun and he stares blankly at the paper before clenching his teeth
  • “they won’t approve it. greek tragedy isn’t popular in our time, it’s only meant to be studied.” you tilt your head and kihyun continues with a sigh
  • “every time we have to submit a draft, the professor gives it back. says, “kihyun stop writing tragedies. stop putting in obscure greek references. kihyun,,,,,,,,,,,do something more modern.” but i don’t want to. im not majoring in modern theater. im majoring in the classics. so what if i want to rewrite them. so what if i want to make a play about ancient gods no one cares about. i care about them. i ,,,,,,,,”
  • he stops and his gaze meets yours. your trying to piece the paper back, you want to read the scene but you can’t. it’s so ripped up
  • kihyun takes the paper and without looking at it recites that characters lines. he sets the place for you, olympus and than a city off the skirts of athens. you listen, enchanted at how he’s added all this to his memory. the smallest details, the expression on his characters faces
  • it’s only one scene that he recites aloud, but you edge closer and ask “is there more?”
  • kihyun lets out a shallow laugh and shakes his head “the professor said to give it up. i need to re-write something more to their taste.
  • you sit back on your heels and then get up, taking the paint can beside your feet and dipping it in a sand colored mix, you begin to paint a long line
  • kihyun watches and blinks “what is that?”
  • you turn to him and smile “ancient greek cities had columns right?you mentioned the outskirts of athens-”
  • kihyun gets up and  puts his hand over your wrist. he shakes his head and goes “you don’t have to.”
  • but you yank your hand and continue to paint. “i want to.”
  • for a couple of minutes you continue to paint, trying to imagine the backdrop kihyun described as best you can.
  • “what about the background you’re supposed to actually be drawing?” he asks and you run your free hand through your hair to push it back from your eyes
  • “ill do it after. right now, i want to paint this. i want to see a part of your play in front of my eyes.”
  • kihyun seems taken aback but he sees your determination. he steps back and you think he’s going to leave, maybe find you inarguable and give up
  • but then you hear him walk back and forth, taking in your painting so far and then a smile pulls at his lips
  • “well ok see the column, cover it in slight vine. there’s also a market scene in my play so we should add in stalls and maybe an animal or two-”
  • you and kihyun paint for hours. maybe three. maybe four. you and kihyun. alone.
  • you both end up with stained hands, sweat on your foreheads, and a half finished piece of artwork
  • kihyun grins and turns to you, “thank you.”
  • you shrug your shoulders, the overalls your wearing have long been stained with paint but now there’s even more and you feel bad because kihyun’s gotten his fancy looking sweater dirty but he doesn’t look like he cares at all
  • he’s looking at the background with shining eyes and you’re happy because you can see that the redness from crying is gone, that bitter tone in his voice is gone
  • and you’re looking at the passionate boy you’ve always found so mesmerizing again
  • but as  you two realized it’s getting late you set out the large banner to dry in a vacant part of the backstage. kihyun suddenly takes your hand and pushes his phone into it
  • “put in your name and contact so we can meet up and finish this?”
  • you gladly oblige and kihyun reads your name aloud when you’re done, almost like he’s testing it out as a line to read on stage. you feel a slight blush cross your cheeks when he says it so boldly but you hide it with a “hopefully this all drys over night.”
  • kihyun walks out of the theater with you, insisting that he hold half the empty paint cans and a brush between his teeth that makes you laugh
  • as you wave goodbye and go separate ways the warmness in your heart stays with you all the way to your dorm
  • the next day,,,,,,,,,,,,that warmness is gone
  • because the director of the play you were supposed to draw the background for is livid to see that instead of their european snowy mountains request,,,,,,you’ve drown an ancient greek cityscape
  • “are you an idiot? can you not listen to directions? HAVE YOU EVEN READ THE PLAY? this isn’t some bullshit remake of ‘Medea’. throw this out no one is going to use it!”
  • the yelling makes you flinch and you reluctantly try to roll the banner up but the director puts a hand in your way
  • “what are you doing? rip this to shreds, it’s garbage.”
  • you clench your jaw and stand up, “it’s not garbage. it’s for another play. i need to make sure not to ruin it.”
  • with a cocked eyebrow the director folds their hands and snorts “what other play? since when were there any greek productions approved by the theater club? no one wants to s-”
  • “i want to see it. i want to see my friends greek tragedy and im not going to ruin the art we worked hard on so if you can please shut up and move your hand. ill get to work on your background, practice for it doesn’t even start till next week.”
  • passing the director whose looking at you with an open mouth you roll the banner up and heave it into your hands. it’s long and heavy, but you figure you’ll be fine if you walk slow
  • but just before you do, another set of hands wraps around the big roll of paper and you see a familiar pink head stick out from the side
  • “need help?”
  • you grin at kihyun and the two of you lift up the unfinished background. the director mutters something about of COURSE kihyun wants to put on a play copying the tragedies and it takes everything in you not to snap at them
  • kihyun’s reassuring smile keeps you stable and the two of you walk out of the theater and kihyun leans the rolled up paper against the wall
  • “well, i guess ill keep it in my dorm. although im not sure my roommate will be happy about it,,,,,,then again shownu never really cares that much.”
  • you apologize but kihyun leans over to ruffle your hair
  • “why are you sorry? i should apologize for distracting you from making that other background. that asshole really went off on you - do you think you can just quit and permanently work for me?”
  • you know he’s half-joking but you play with the idea in your head for a minute before putting your hands on your sides and going “you know what, i think i will quit.”
  • and with that you turn on your heel, back into the theater before kihyun can stop you, and you shout “i QUIT”
  • before returning to kihyun whose waiting outside with his eyes the  size of the moon
  • “you- why- you”
  • you laugh and shrug “i don’t want to work for an asshole, might as well put my skill to good use for people who actually appreciate it.”
  • kihyun bites back a big grin and throws his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him suddenly and squeezing
  • “you know i owe you a lot!” you blush because he’s warm, his chest is solid and you fit so perfectly into the crook of his hand but you just manage to shadow it with another chuckle “you do! anyway, you need to finish writing the play,,,,,,”
  • kihyun lets you go and rummages around in his backpack, pulling out a thick stack of papers
  • “i spent all night on it. i mean i already had half done, but i actually finished it. you really motivated me.”
  • the words are simple but they make you heat up again and you take the stack, eager to flip through it and finally read the whole thing. kihyun somehow hauls the entire roll of paper onto his back and says he’ll call you when he’s free so you two can finish this up and so you can tell him what you think of the play. you nod and watch as he struggles across the quad,,,,,,,
  • you hold the play in your hands and think,,,,,it’s worth it. for him, it’s worth it.
  • you stay up reading it, even neglecting some studying to read it twice. from what you can figure out it’s a play on an greek romance tragedy where aphrodite meddles between a young girl and her secret lover,,,,,,,it’s kind of corny in some parts and over dramatic,,,but that’s the style that suits kihyun the best
  • and in the morning as you’re leaving for your first class you get a call 
  • kihyun’s excited voice on the other line calls your name and he says that if you have some free time to meet him in the art department soon. 
  • when you show up at the room kihyun told you about you see that all the desks are pushed against the wall and your unfinished background is spread on the floor surrounded by paint cans and brushes. kihyun is already on his knees, painting, wiping sweat away with one hand
  • but once he realizes you’ve come in he jumps to his feet and tugs you over by the wrist chattering about what he wants to add into the painting.
  • you guys paint together for horus, kihyun keeping the mood happy with jokes and stories and telling you more about the play he has in mind
  • at some point you two are sitting close together, shoulders basically rubbing up against each other
  • when kihyun leans over and you feel the tickle of a brush on your skin
  • and you look down to see kihyun painting a smiley face on your forearm
  • you retaliate by drawing a mustache on for him
  • he laughs and draws swirls on your cheeks
  • and the background is forgotten for a while as you both paint little things on one and other
  • kihyun covers you crooked flowers and scribbles of lines and you try to draw whiskers on his nose
  • and ,,,,,,,,, then you know kihyun is leaning in close
  • the brush he has is too big so he uses his finger to draw a pink petal on your forehead but then he makes the (good,,,,verY GOOD) mistake of looking into your eyes
  • and it’s still early afternoon with the sun peaking thru the blinds
  • of the empty classroom,,,,,
  • except,,,,,for you two,,,,,,,,,,
  • and your eyes are like,,,,,,,,,,,the most beautiful thing kihyun has seen in his entire life,,,,,your breathing both slowed,,,,,,,,your mouths inches apart,,,,,literally,,,,,
  • and both of you are thinking the same thing which is like ‘how soft are their lips,,,,,’
  • BUT ALAS NEITHER OF YOU DO ANYTHING AND INSTEAD PULL AWAY GOING BACK TO WORK EMBARASSED AS HELL
  • except kihyun cannot stop thinking about it and you keep touching your lips every second but ,,,,,,,,
  • kihyun just stops and goes “looks like we’re almost done!” in an effort to break the awkward air and you nod, adding some final details
  • and finally you get up and kihyun says you can leave it here to dry since no one is using this room today
  • and you don’t know why,,,,maybe it’s the leftover embarrassment, but you get your things and tell kihyun you have to go,,,,
  • but before you can make your escape kihyun calls out
  • “are you going to come and see my play?”
  • and you gasp because holy shit did he get it approved by the theater club????
  • but kihyun shakes his head and you’re like then how-??? and kihyun is like “just promise me, when i call you with an invitation you’ll show up right?”
  • and he puts out his pinkie and you’re like a bit confused but you link yours with his and promise
  • and kihyun reaches out like he’s going to ruffle your hair again but pulls back
  • and you leave,,,,,,,,,thinking about how kihyun is going to manage to pull off a play without the club but also,,,,,
  • your fingers touch your lips again,,,,,,but you’re like sTOP thinking about it let’s go do some homework or something instead!!!
  • ofc kihyun is in the room alone, staring down at the finished piece with his own hand over his mouth
  • before screaming out “YOO KIHYUN YOU ARE AN I D I O T” at himself and almost falling forward onto the damn background
  • but also like ,,,,,, two weeks passes and you don’t hear from kihyun. like you see him running around campus doing his usual thing, you see him teasing that other guy jooheon and hanging out with minhyuk
  • but everytime he turns and you think he might see you,,,,you duck behind a tree or pull up your hood
  • because ok you’re not going to admit it but,,,,,,,,,,,,you kind of are still embarrassed about the whole art room incident but,,,,,,you honestly though kihyun would have said or done something by now to show you it was all ok????
  • and you know it’s stubborn to not just text or call him first but you just caNT
  • and after it edges on three weeks you think well it isn’t worth it to care anymore. kihyun needed you around because you helped him with the painting. it didn’t really matter
  • but as you’re sitting in your dorm, watching some drama on your laptop your phone goes off and mindlessly you pick up w/o looking at the caller ID
  • and on the other line is,,,,,kihyun
  • who goes “you said you’d come if i invited you right? can you come down to the west dorms?”
  • and you sit up, almost knocking your laptop off your feet and you’re like “uh oh yes give me 5 minutes” and you can practically hear kihyun’s smile on the other end when he’s like ok great!
  • and that’s how you end up in kihyuns dorm,,,,,,, staring at the makeshift stage he’s made out of blankets on the floor and the familiar background you both painted taped onto his wall
  • and you’re not sure where kihyun is, but you can hear voices from the bathroom and suddenly ????? shownu comes out
  • wearing what you presume is a night sheet as a toga
  • and he starts off talking about his “daughter” who can’t find love and instantly you realize this is ,,,,, this is the script you read by kihyun
  • and then the ‘daughter’ runs out. it’s changkyun in a wig
  • followed by mischievous aphrodite played by minhyuk in another wig and a crown made out of plastic flowers
  • and the narrator in the back, who sits down in the corner is a very tired looking hyungwon
  • followed by the dashing young lover,,,,,,,,,,,, kihyun
  • (also in a night sheet toga)
  • and there’s music,,,,,,,every now and then provided by wonho with his ipod and jooheon who throws paper shavings everytime minhyuk appears since he’s playing a goddess
  • and the whole thing looks so,,,,,,,,so bizarre and silly
  • shownu pulls the script out of his toga to literally read off his lines and minhyuk is obviously improvising and when kihyun tries to hug changkyun changkyun almost smacks him away with his wig
  • and it’s,,,,,it’s a mess
  • but it’s kihyuns play. and you watch it: laughing and clapping and gasping when you need to
  • and finally, the last scene,,,,,,,,the last kiss between the girl and her lover,,,,,,
  • changkyun suddenly goes over to you and pulls you up, moving you toward his spot beside kihyun
  • whispering “he wanted it to be you, plus i don’t want to kiss him”
  • before sitting down where you were
  • and you’re looking at kihyun who says his last line before wrapping his arm around your waist and placing a gentle kiss right ,,,, on your lips
  • and you’re like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! because oh god everyone is watching - was this kihyuns plan - he’s so soft and this kiss is so nice - wait oh god his friends are all watching
  • but then you can’t help it, your hand almost reflexively goes up to his neck to pull him closer
  • and hyungwon literaLLY clears his throat because AHEM this kiss is ‘short and sweet’ 
  • but when you two pull back it’s obvious the play is over and everyone in the room breaks into applause
  • but you’re star-struck staring at kihyun who just smiles and goes
  • “i’ve been waiting a long time to do that”
  • before turning to bow to the lone changkyun who is sitting where you were, pulling you down a bit so you bow too
  • and ,,,,,,,,,,, it’s crazy really
  • but somehow it feels right and you compliment everyone on their acting and helping and all of them crowd around to talk about how kihyun had bribed them to get them to do it
  • and it makes you laugh, hearing about how much effort kihyun put into this “play” just,,,,,,,,,,,,,,to show it to you
  • and once all his friends have filed out of the dorm. shownu leaving with jooheon to let you and kihyun be alone
  • you turn to him and go
  • “it was a good play, but you should really submit it to the theater club. it deserves more than just me seeing it.”
  • kihyun grins, kissing the side of your cheek and going “it’s ok. this play is special,,,,,,so special because it’s only meant for one person to see it.”
  • you: “me?”
  • kihyun: “the person i like.”
  • you: “so,,,,,,,,,me?”
  • kihyun: “pleASE i am trying to be romantic.”
  • you laugh again and kihyun collects you in his arms, pressing your foreheads together and wow yes kihyun asked you out by putting on a whole play for you and we ALL KNOW HE WOULD BE THIS EXTRA
  • but it’s cute,,,,,,,,,shownu comes back to find you and kihyun sitting in his bed reading through other stuff kihyun has written and shownu is like “id like to get some sleep but if you two plan on staying up giggling i will go make my bed somewhere else”
  • kihyun walks you back your dorm considering it’s dark out and you tell him that you’re serious though - he should get one of his plays put on by the theater club
  • kihyun just kisses you again and tells you you’re the best fan he’s ever had
  • and you hit him playfully because yes, fan but also -the best significant other???
  • and dating kihyun means literally just dating the most affectionate person in the world
  • from the moment you two meet up after your class to when kihyun has to leave you for practice ,,,,, kihyun is holding onto you
  • holding your hand, holding your waist, holding your face, literally just attached to your side
  • for that constant love and attention
  • and he’s even more passionate and dramatic than what you thought you knew
  • like he’ll get down on his knees with a rose in his mouth in front of your whoLE clASS on your 100 day anniversary
  • and he’ll insist on carrying you if you as much as scratch yourself on something
  • and he’ll serenade you outside your dorm window
  • and he’ll get his face printed on a t-shirt that says ‘i love kihyun’ as a gift for you
  • and oh gosh it sounds overwhelming but it’s all done with the best intentions because you best believe he makes himself a shirt that says ‘i love y/n’ with your face on it so he can wear it with pride
  • even though hyungwon sees this couple item and looks at you like please tell kihyun to burn these
  • but kihyun isn’t just passionate about you,,,,,,,,he’s passionate about your life too. he’s always cheering you up when you’re in a slump over course work or friends or family. and your family loves him because he literally is so polite and so well-mannered around them
  • and even on little holidays that most people overlook he’s like ‘let me call your family and thank them for bringing you into this world one again-’ and  you’re like PLEASE 
  • kihyun is also super smart,,,,,like he knows so much about ancient greek civilization and when he practices the language in front of you you’re like ‘you’re a genius’ and kihyun is like ‘i know, you’re lucky to be dating me. the next socrates’
  • and you’re like ok bye but he begs you to stay with many kisses
  • and he’s a drama major, and people think it’s easy but you know how kihyun stays up studying lines and then working on props that the club might need, and revising his own personal playwrights
  • and when you learn that he’s even taking a class on like lighting techniques??? for like stages???
  • you’re honestly like,,,,,,he is a genius and so hardworking,,,,,
  • so you’re always like giving kihyun a shoulder massage or helping organize his notes and he’s like “you really  care well for me”
  • and you play it off like WHAT would you do without me,,,,,but you’re just really proud of his hardwork
  • and that’s why when you hear that the club is looking of putting out another production you insist that kihyun submit one of his plays,,,,,but he gets all concerned again
  • so with confidence you submit a copy of it yourself and it gets picked?? and when kihyun finds out he runs to your first
  • and literally picks you up in a spinning hug because he’s like mY PLAY and you’re like I tOLD you TheY’D LOVE IT
  • and that one teacher that kept telling him to stop writing in that style,,,,,,well let’s just say he’s quite embarrassed when the whole drama department gets excited over seeing the club put on something modeled after the ancient greek play
  • and you ofc help to paint the background
  • and while kihyun is practicing, every now and then he’ll break his concentration to surprise you with back hugs and kisses on the neck
  • on opening night of the production,,,,, you have a front row seat along with the rest of monsta x
  • and it’s amazing,,,,,kihyun shines so powerfully with his performance
  • but watching him makeout with the other lead,,,,,well,,,,,let’s just say you force jooheon to cover your eyes for you
  • but after as you’re all congratulating all the student actors
  • you pull kihyun aside and just,,,,,,,,well just you kiss him with a bit more force than ever and kihyun pulls back like ‘is this a gift for my performance or are you trying to tell me something?”
  • and you blush because Shut UP but,,,,,also,,,,,,,,,,,,,,you’re like “kihyun let’s celebrate more,,,,,,,,alone,,,,,,,,in your dorm,,,,,tell shownu to spend the night somewhere else”
  • and kihyun’s ears go redder than blood and he doesn’t even have to open his mouth when you two show up in front of shownu
  • because kihyun’s hair is a mess already since you made out with him and his ears are blushing and you’re already nudging him in the side and shownu gets it
  • he’s like “ill comeback tomorrow, you two have fun. be safe”
  • let’s just say when shownu comes around in the morning he has to throw another blanket on top of you and kihyun LOL
  • and kihyun is amazing,,,,,,,at acting,,,,,,,at being a boyfriend,,,,,at ahem other things
  • BUT he’s also a good cook and when you find him at your dorm with late night snacks he made or just when you two have the time to use the communal kitchen
  • you’re just like im blessed,,,,he’s everything
  • and one summer kihyun surprises you with money he’s saved up for a trip to greece before the semester starts again and you’re like kIHYUN where did you get the money,,,,,,,,,,, and he just grins because apparently translating ancient greek for some older scholars is actually quite a well paying side job and you didn’t even know he was doing it
  • but ,,,,,,,,,,,, you guys go and it’s amazing. it’s short only a week, but it’s amazing and kihyun is like “if you hadn’t said all those thing, about how you wanted to watch my play no matter what,,,,,,i would have probably dropped out of drama as a major.” and you’re like what oh my god ,,, and he just grins 
  • and brings you close and nuzzles his face against yours because,,,,,,,,you motivated him so much and you continue to motivate him
  • and you’re like kihyun!!! you motivate me too!!! you keep me stable and positive
  • and it’s just romantic,,,,,,,,,,,,,kihyun makes everything so romantic
  • and once you get back and another semester of college starts and all of monsta x is so jealous of your ‘lovers getaway’ to greece
  • kihyun is like “hey, let me wingman you guys and sooner or later you’ll all be on your own lovers getaways ;)”
  • all of monsta x: no
  • kihyun: you all are missing out. like i have a s/o and you don’t think about that hMMMMMMM 
  • you: *face in your hands* why is he like this,,,,,,,,

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spiralwaves  asked:

hi sam. ^^ for fundraiser fic, i'm requesting that neal caffrey and peter burke meet steve. mostly for neal and steve discussing art and other cuteness.

FBI Agent Peter Burke seemed like a nice guy, and he wasn’t barking at Clint over jurisdiction, so Clint was inclined to be friendly.

“Look,” Burke said, clearly working on being patient, “You know we don’t need the Avengers on this, right? It’s uh. More…detective work than your…usual MO.”

Clint nodded. “Have you tried telling Captain America that?” he asked, gesturing to where Steve and Burke’s partner, a guy in a sharp suit named Caffrey, were chatting excitedly in front of an empty painting frame at the Met. 

“I wouldn’t dare tell Captain America anything,” Burke admitted. 

“Not when he’s like this, anyhow,” Clint said. “Just…let him tag along, you never know when you might need an art-loving sensitive kind of guy to punch someone through a wall.”

“I have always wanted to see that,” Burke admitted. 

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“So you met Picasso?” Neal asked, in a voice that was nearly a squeak.

“Yeah, while I was overseas. Nice guy, massive egomaniac. Damn, but I hate to see one of his go missing,” Steve said, looking up at the empty frame. “Think we’ll get it back?”

“Oh, sure,” Neal waved a hand dismissively. “I recognize this guy’s technique, I’m pretty sure I have the address somewhere of the storage unit he probably stashed it in. You like Picasso’s work?“

“Well, sorta. I like Magritte more.”

Neal made a soft noise. “Did you meet him?

“Nah. But he’s got a quality, you know?”

Neal nodded. “Have you ever seen his photos?”

“Photos? No,” Steve said.

“Yeah, the Met’s got a bunch of his gelatin prints around here somewhere.” Neal grabbed Steve by the arm and dragged him to where his boss, Burke, was talking with Clint. “Peter, Steve and I have some really important investigation to do. He’s on the case with us, right?”

Clint looked amused. Burke looked like a dad considering letting his kid have a friend sleep over. 

“Keep out of trouble,” Burke ordered. 

“Come on, before he changes his mind,” Neal whispered, and led Steve off. “You’ll love the photos. Then we can steal back the painting and you can punch the thief if he tries to stop us.”

“I do like punching art thieves,” Steve agreed amiably. 

The Hybrid Under My Bed [Chapter Three]

Originally posted by apgujeon

WARNING(S): Family abuse in the first few chapters.

Genres: Angsty fluff, Mystery, Fantasy, Adventure

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

Length: 4.6k words

Sypnosis: You were 7 year old when you met him, Jeon Jungkook, the little boy covered with bruises and dirt hiding under your bed, but little did you know that this encounter would drag you into a new morbid world full of darkness and adventures, but also unexpectedly love. (Not Requested)

BTS Jungkook hybrid!au, fantasy!au

(Third POV)

-> Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three

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Chapter Three

*Present Day*


“(Y/N)!!” Your friend Vee shouted, snapping you back to reality. It was such a shock and so sudden that you bumped your head against the locker you were leaning onto.

You groaned, “Ugh! What the hell, Vee?” 

“I’ve been saying your name for the past ten minutes!” 

You rolled your eyes, “Stop exaggerating! You know as much as me that you would have given up within the first two minutes.”

She thought for a second, “Okay. True. You’re right, but still! Why didn’t you told me that I had a test today, huh?”

Your best friend whined, leaning her head against her locker while staring at you with a pout. “You know how much I suck at chemistry.”

“How could I know?” You raised your shoulders up, “We’re not in the same class.”

“We have the same program. You should have known about it.” She glared at you.

You sighed, “Okay, true, but I thought that you already knew that. And even if you didn’t, Jackson tried to text you about it yesterday, but you were too busy making out with Juan, oh yeah, on MY bed.”

You sent her a glare in return, crossing your arms on your chest. Juan was Vee’s boyfriend for now a year and you could see she was very happy with him, which also made you happy. Vee never had good taste in guys. She only dated assholes, bastards, fuck boys and the list goes on…

At least she was with Juan, who proved to be an excellent guy for her.

But making out on your bed? Not so excellent. You couldn’t help but shudder in disgust at the thought. What if they did it on your bed? You didn’t even wash the sheets.

Ignoring your remark, your best friend tapped her manicured nails on the navy-blue book she was holding nervously, her bluish grey eyes watching the other students around while biting her thin bottom lip, “I’m going to fail…”

“Maybe.”

You laughed when she smacked your arm.

“It’s not funny (Y/N)!”

You shrugged, “Well, if you weren’t busy sticking your mouth with Juan’s yesterday- “

“(Y/N)!!!”

You laughed even more, raising your arms in the air in an innocent posture, “Okay, okay, okay, I get it. You’re nervous. You think you’ll fail. You think you’re dumb, which is not false…” You smiled innocently when she sent you a glare, “… And you think you’ll fail the year. But you’re worrying too much, Vee. It’s just a test. I’m sure you’ll manage to get a decent grade. Alyce will still be proud that you at least tried.”

“Yeah sure, after she’s done beating up my ass that is. Oh God! I’m sorry (Y/N), it slipped!” She quickly added, seeing your body visibly tense at her words.

“It’s okay, Vee. It has been ten years ago anyway.” You shrugged, trying to relax and block away the memories of your childhood.

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Rough boyfriend // Isaac Lahey smut

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader

Requested: Yes  “ i don’t know if my request sent bc my phone glitches but i’ll just resend it:) could you do a isaac smut, where y/n is a volleyball player and is at an open practice (anyone can watch). Isaac watches her practice but then overhears a bunch of boys talking about her ass and how pretty she is then Isaac gets jealous. You can end it however you like! sorry if some of it doesn’t make sense, english isn’t my first language! but i love your account! thanks xx” -unknown

Plot: Just as the request goes :D

Word count: 1 219

Warning: smut, fluff, hardcore, rough sex, jealous Isaac, angry Isaac etc.

Age: 15+

A/N: I took a break for a couple of days, but I’m back again and writing :) I’m slowly writing y’alls requests so just wait, I didn’t forget about you. Here it is and enjoy ! xx


The bell rang, I packed my bag and walked straight out of the classroom. Thank god it’s over for this week. I honestly couldn’t do more. I open my locker and push some books inside. I see Scott walking towards me and I smile. “Hey!” he says and hugs me. I hug him back “Hey!”

“You’re coming to practise today right?” he asked me. I smiled “Of course, I got my clothes and everything.” He giggled and said “That’s awesome, see you then.” “Alright, see ya!” I said and he waved at me walking off. I waved back and took out my phone.

It was a text from Isaac.

Where are you babe?

I responded

Next to my locker, I’m going to practise x

I put my phone into my pocket, close my locker and start walking.

As I was on my way to changing room, when I hear loud foodsteps coming from behind. “Babe! Wait!” I hear him scream. I turn around and my face lights up as soon as I see him. He kisses me softly on lips and look at me. “You’re going to practise?” he askedd me and I nodded.

“Wanna come and see? It’s an open one,” I said and he smiled. “I’d love to,” he said. He took my hand we started walking outside.

“Okay! Stilinski! Shut up! Y/n! You go first!” coach says and I look at Stiles. He looked so confused and I laughed at him. “Why was he mad?” he asked me, when I walked to the front of the line. “You guys always talk your little wolfie stuff.” I said and he looked at Scott. I giggled, looked at Isaac and he waved at me. I nodded in response.

I was wearing my usual practise clothes, but for some reason I heard some giggling coming from boys, but I just decided to ignore it. I sart jogging and throw the ball. i start walking back, but then Isaac grabs my arm. “Let’s go.” he said angrily and dead ass serious. “Where? I have my practise.” I said and that’s, when coach joined in.

“Lahey! What the hell are you dong here?” he asked him. “I’m taking my girl.” he responded and walked away tearing me with him. I tried to resist, but he just picked me up and put me on his shoulder, carrying me out of there.

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On a night we won’t remember - Montgomery de la cruz (part 1/?)

This is my first imagine, I’m sorry if this is bad and if I make too much mistakes send me some feedback please, and please have mercy on me.

Pairing: Montgomery x reader

word count: 1051

It was a typical Friday night for you. Listening to your favourite music while putting on some comfy shorts, an oversized shirt and some soft socks. On your neck still the necklace that your ex-boyfriend gave to you for your 1 year anniversary, it has been 2 weeks since the two of you broke up but in your head the story was far from over. Montgomery was not a typical jock. Of course in school Monty found it important to keep his reputation high, being sometimes a little too aggressive pushing kids against the lockers. But when he was with you he was the sweetest, most caring person you’ve ever met. Monty would never hurt you, you thought.
 

You were completely zoned out when suddenly your phone lit up. It was a text from your best friend Justin.

“ Hey (Y/N), I’m at Jessica’s party where are you?”

Shit! You completely forgot. You weren’t a party animal but since Jess was Justin’s girlfriend and he was your best friend you promised to go. Just to do him a favour, and maybe for one night, forget about Monty and all the pain you’ve felt for the last couple weeks.

“ I was still showering, I’ll be there in 15 minutes!”

“ (Y/N)..”

“ What? A girl needs her shower ;) ?”

“ Nononooo not about that. He’s here, just so you know..”

So Monty was at the party.., he probably looked mind blowing with a nice button down, he’s perfect brown hair and his cute freckles. He hated them but I thought they made him look perfect. It was his finishing touch. But since he was there you had to look good, no not good you had to look great. You searched the dress he loved the most. It was a red one, thightly hugging your body. Monty always went crazy when you wore it, he said it made your body look even more perfect than it already was. You put on some make up and let your hair dry in some loose beach waves.

Justin offered to pick you up so you could drink a little, he imagined you could use some alcohol tonight. You were waiting in the living room when you heard a car on your driveway. Finally Justin arrived, despite the fact you had to face Monty you began to get excited for this party, just because you could be with your friends and could do somethinf different than cry or study.

You stepped into Justins car, when you looked had his mouth fell on the floor.

“Damn (Y/N) you look hot!”

You gave him a sweet smile, Justin was always the first one to make you smile with all his compliments
“Thanks Justin, I hope I have the ame influence on someone else tonight.” You winked at him and obviously referring to Montgomery

“ I’m sure you will, look at yourself, mindblowing. I’m pretty proud to call you my best friend right now.”

“ Alright Foley enough bluffing now let’s go, I don’t want Jessica to hate me.”

10 mintues later you arrived at the party. Suddenly you felt the chills go down your spine. You were going to face Monty after avoiding him for 2 weeks, after all the crying, going over everything the two of you did together and looking for a mistake you made. Looking at alle the pictures you had together for hours and missing him, missing his touch and his genlte kisses and the way he shouted your name when you scored a goal on the soccerfield.

Justin looked at you “(Y/N) you look stunning, don’t worry it will be fine, and if you want to go home just give me a sign.”

You smiled at Justin, he understood you with just one smile. The two of you went in, he went to Jessica, kissing her. You walked straight to the kitchen fixing yourself a drink. You went for some tequila, or in your case te-kill-a. When you looked up you saw a tall Zach Dempsey looking at you with a grin on his face. “You lost something?” you asked, with a little sass.

“Well I think I lost my heart to you, (Y/N)”

“Too cheesy Zach, now come give me a hug, it’s been 2 weeks”

Zach almost sprinted to you picking you up and spinning you around. You were talking with Zach about his basketball, about how stupid Bryce is, and so one.

You knew Zach since you were 5, he made you a sports fan and he was the one pushing you to train harder everyday so you became the best female soccer player on the team.

Just then you saw him, Monty. He looked you straight in the eyes. You froze, why was he looking so sad, was it because of you, was it because of Zach picking you up? How long has he been standing there?

He didn’t know how the behave so he ran off, you following his path.

You found a lonely Monty 3 houses away, sitting alone on a bench with clenched fists

You walk down to him, “Is this seat taken?” he looks up, his eyes were filled with tears.

“Why would you even want to be here, I’ve been so mean to you?”

“ Maybe because I still care?”

“ Just go”

And right on that moment the most impulsive and probably dumb idea comes into your mind and before you know it

“ Do you want to get drunk? We’ll probably regret this tomorrow but I think we can both use this. since you’re sitting here with you fists clenched and I’m still wearing your necklace.”

He looked at you with his sad eyes nodding affirmatively.

Back at the party Monty fixed drinks for the both of you.

You were waiting outside watching a few boys playing beerpong. You were curious, how was a drunk night with monty going to end?

Monty sat next to you giving you your drink, you could smell it had lots of tequila in it, but you didn’t mind at all

“on a night we won’t remember” he said while drinking the whole thing at once.

“on a night we won’t remember” you said and you did the same

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Roll The Dice

Summary: 

“So what’s your plan?” Veronica asks, raising an eyebrow. “Fake date someone so you can learn how to be a good girlfriend for him?”

Betty looks at her in wonder. “Actually… actually that’s a great idea, V.”

or Betty is oblivious, Jughead pines, Veronica spills the tea, and Reggie finds his One True Bro™.


This is from a prompt I saw a looooong time ago on Tumblr. I even have a Malec fic based on it, but I decided to give it a go with Bughead. :)

As always, thanks to the bae @itstenafterfour for being the best beta and friend ever. Love you!

PS. One Tree Hill is my favorite show so Juggie/Reggie roasting it is just a joke, don’t hate me lmao. 

Also this is freaking 13,005 words so it might crash on you. In case of that, here’s the link to it over on AO3.      


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klangst headcanon #1

Modern Klance headcanon that Keith reads to Lance when he can’t sleep, whether it be on facetime or in person.

Lance suffers from insomnia, intrusive thoughts entering his mind at times. Waves of insecurities wash over him and he just can’t breathe. It’s even worse when he has nightmares. It’s always of the same thing: in which everyone he loves and cares for realizes how much of a mess he is and leaves him. Cuts him out of their lives.

Although uncommon, on particularly bad nights, he dreams of Keith with tear-stained cheeks and raw lips, voice cracking as he yells,“I don’t love you anymore!” Lance wakes up with a fright, trying his best to convince himself that none of this is real. He’ll lay awake for a few minutes, but he just can’t take it, and with shaky fingers, he calls Keith.

It takes Keith less than five seconds to answer, and he doesn’t need anything but one look at Lance to know that he needs comfort. 

Keith has a full stack of Lance’s books in his bedroom, ranging from Haruki Murakami’s Sputnik Sweetheart to little poetry books he’s picked up along the years of knowing each other. He’ll read animatedly, trying to get a giggle out of his boyfriend. He’ll keep on with it until he can make out a light snore and from the grainy quality of his phone screen, severely dark circles. 

(He doesn’t have the heart to hang up, and he loves Lance to the point where his snores soothe him to sleep. It’s when Lance wakes up the next morning and sees the love of his life, hair a mess and tangled in his blankets, will his heart soar.) 

When Keith decides to stay over for the night and Lance has one of his bad dreams, he’ll hold him tight, so tight he can barely tell their limbs apart. Keith will pick up Lance’s all-time favorite book, Nicole Krauss’ The History of Love, and will read it to Lance until he calms down and falls asleep. He never questions why the brunet urges him to read that particular novel, but he’ll read on to himself when Lance is nothing but still in his arms and realizes that this. This is how he feels about Lance. And this is how Lance must feel about him.

And so the night closes with Keith peppering kisses all over his boyfriend’s face, quietly wishing for the nightmares to disappear, for Lance to realize his worth, to realize that he deserves to be loved. To smile, to laugh. 

(Because once upon a time there was a boy who loved a boy and his laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.)

Fleeting Moments (Bughead)

I have come to the conclusion that I am awful with titles :)

In which Jughead is called to pick up his very drunk ex girlfriend

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Jughead x Betty 

Word Count: 2214

Warnings: underage drinking, swearing


“Fleeting Moments”

Jughead flopped down on his bed, patting Hot Dog’s head. He was very grateful that Mark and Ellen, his new foster parents, had allowed him to bring the little sheepdog when he came to live with them. Even though he’d only had the dog for a short while, it was nice to have some sort of familiarity in a new place. He fit right in, too, and got along real well with the couple’s two other dogs, Mac and Bandit.

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153. A: Don’t buy a girl flowers. Flowers die. Buy her a dragon.
        B: Because dragons don’t die?
        A: Because it’s hard to say “no” to something that can murder you instantaneously.
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158. I’m not a hint taker, you need to speak up.

@preciousnewt Here you go, Love! :)

(with Andrew Garfield as the young Remus Lupin)

Remus was never the one to rabmle about his problems. If there was anything that bothered him he would either ignore it or deal with it on his own. Usually Sirius was the one to notice when something was going on and then tell James about it, and of course they would hot leave Remus until he spills it all out!

This time Sirius didn’t even have to ask. At first Remus tried to hide it, but it was inevitable because he was just so obvious. When it came down to girls James was confident, Sirius was smooth and Remus, well if he really, really liked the girl, Remus was just awkwardly shy.

And with those two dorks being his best mates he had to deal with a lot of teasing, especially when that certain someone was around them. One time Remus had to use the Mimble Wimble on them because they wouldn’t shut up!

“James, my friend, don’t you think Remus looks rather distracted this morning” - James looked at his friend, a wide grin spreading on his face “Yes, Sirius, you’re right. Can you think of any reason in particular?” their little gentlemanly chat was simply ignored by Remus, whose eyes had been stuck on your figure for the last couple of minutes.

But his daydreaming didn’t last for too long, he was quickly brought back to reality from Sirius’ voice “Ey,_____, would you care to join us for a second?” Sirius was waving his hand at you, while Remus was glaring a hole in his head. He was making gestures with his hands, kicking him under the table, but Sirius just rose his brows at him and said smugly “Ah,you want to say something? I’m sorry, Remus but I’m not a hint taker you’ll have to speak up”..

“How are you doing, guys? ” your sweet voice ringed in his ears. James was sitting next to Sirius, across from Remus, so your only option was to sit next to him, which you weren’t mad about at all.

“Hello, Remus” you greeted him with a smile, which he returned back, feeling to awkward to say anything.

“James, I heard you are now the captain of the Quidditch team!“ you congratulated him happily. You chatted with them for a while, had a good laugh at Sirius’ Summer stories. “I missed you guys, it’s always a good laugh when you’re around” you said almost hiccuping, and brushed a tear of laughter from under your eye.

As much as you loved talking with the two troublemakers, you couldn’t help but notice how quiet Remus was, but if there was something he would tell, so you just brushed it off. “I have to go guys, it was nice talking to you. Bye! – Bye Remus!” you waved at them with a smile and skipped back to your friends.

“Sirius, you little dunderhead!” Remus hissed, but his friend reached and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt “Listen you awkward potato, this girl is amazing and unlike you we’re not blind! She likes you, smart pants, so get your ass over there and ask her out!”

Remus was just shook by Sirius’ sudden outburst. He ran a hand though his hair nervously “What on Earth should I do? Like buy her flowers?” he asked, voice cracking in desperation.

“No man, don’t buy a girl flowers. Flowers die. You should buy her a dragon.

Remus blinked at his friend in confusion and retorted suspiciously “Because dragons don’t die?” - “Because it’s hard to say “no” to something that can murder you instantaneously.” 

There was a brief silence, the two friends just looking at each other, “Yea, Sirius, I don’t think that’s gonna work. Dragons are too expensive and I’m broke.” - “Who told you love is cheap buddy?”

“You two morons” - James chuckled and took a sip of his drink, but Sirius moved the bottom of the glass upwards, so James was now soaked in pumpkin juice. “Shut up, James.”

Remus has been nervous the whole day. He was told by Sirius what class you had now and to wait you to finish and finally ask you out. Don’t think he didn’t try to protest or even sneak out, but Sirius was just around the corner for ‘moral support’ as he said it himself.

The door of the classroom opened and he quickly turned his back, ready to leave, but reconsidered his decision after seeing the dangerous glare of his watchful friend. “Remus?”

He turned around quickly, facing your smiling face. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you in class?” the air felt thick in his lungs and his mouth was dry. You had unthinkable effect on him. “Yes - I mean no! I mean yes, I was supposed to be in class, but I was actually waiting for you”

What now? How has he supposed to ask you out? His hand reached to scratch his neck, head looking down, he was mumbling sometimes under his breath. “I’m sorry? I didn’t quite catch that.” you told him, taking a step forward, which did not stay unnoticed by him.

He cought in his hand nervously, fingers now rubbing his jaw and chin. “I was wondering if you had any plans for tonight?” his eyes glanced at you for a second, just enough to see you studying his face.

“No, I don’t actually” - you answered, a little smile creeping on your face “Do you have something on mind?” your lips curled up as you teasingly asked. It seemed like he couldn’t find himself a place, thoughts all over the place and heart beating rapidly.

Remus ran a hand though his hair, trying to find the right words, but looking at you - standing there in front of him, just looking so beautiful it made his head spin. “Ask her out already!” Sirius’ hysterical voice broke her silence and Remus took a deep breath trying not to curse at his dumb friend.

“Will you go out with me?” he finally managed to utter the sentence. This God damn sentence. A very heavy weight lifted off his shoulders, he was feeling so relieved.

You bit your lip gently, hugging your books closer to your chest “Yes” you laughed out, eyes sparkling with excitement. “I’d love to.” His face lit up like a Christmas tree, veins pumping so much adrenaline he could do a backflip if you asked him to!

“DID SHE SAY YES?” eyes rolling to the back his head, a very cringy Remus yelled back “yES NOW BUGGER OFF SIRIUS!”

Loving You

Paring: Archie Andrews x Reader

Requested: Yes :)

Warnings: Cursing, Short AF

Request: Hello:) I was wondering if you could make an Imagine about Archie Andrews loving the reader?


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