Ladybug sat at the top of the Eiffel Tower, her head in her hands, wondering how she could have possibly screwed things up SO badly.
She heard the light footfall of her partner landing behind her. She couldn’t say she was surprised, he had never been one to leave her to stew in her own misery.
“So…” he drawled, coming and sitting beside her, “that was an interesting broadcast today.”
“It was a disaster,” she moaned, still not looking up at him, “I should just throw myself off this tower and put myself out of my misery.”
“Oh come on, it’s not as bad as all that,” Chat said, patting her awkwardly on the back.
She turned and glared at him. “It was a live stream, Chat! LIVE! It’s out there. Right now!”
“True,” he conceded, nodding his head, “but it’s not like you said anything horrible. It was kinda cute actually.”
“You don’t understand,” she moaned, slumping over so until she was curled up in his lap, “I’ve ruined everything! What sort of an idiot starts babbling about their crush on a live broadcast.”
“Well, apparently you,” Chat said with a light laugh, cautiously reaching forward to play with the ends of her hair, “and about half of the rest of the known world. It could be a lot worse buginette.”
“Do you think there is a chance he didn’t see it?” she asked hopefully, looking up at her partner’s thoughtful expression.
He gave her a pitying smile. “I think you’re pretty much out of luck their bugaboo. You already have a ship name and everything. It’s trending on twitter.”
“Ugh, that’s terrible,” she groaned, curling up tighter and burying her face against his leg.
“I don’t know,” Chat teased, “I thought Ladrien had kind of a nice ring to it.”
“This can’t be happening,” she moaned.
“Hey, come on. What’s this really about? Is it really going to be so awful for the guy to know you like him? He might be flattered.”
“It’s not that,” Ladybug said softly, “I mean, it’s MORE than that. I haven’t even told him I liked him- as myself, my not Ladybug self I mean. And now… let’s say he does feel flattered? That just means I have made myself my own competition! And it’s not like I can just go up to him and be like: Hey, by the way I’m Ladybug and, as you already know, I’m totally in love with you! Want to date me now?”
“Oh god,” Chat said with a sudden sense of horror, “there are going to be so many desperate fangirls trying to do that.”
“I didn’t even think about that! If he didn’t before he’s definitely going to hate me now. I might be the only person in the world who can simultaneously confess to her crush and make it harder for him to notice me!”
“You really are one of a kind there bugaboo,” Chat said giving her another reassuring pat on the shoulder.
“And what if this puts him in danger? I mean I might as well have stamped a butterfly tattoo across his back saying property of Ladybug, please exchange for one miraculous!”
“Please don’t do that. I am told that models need to be very particular about what they put on their skin.”
“It’s not funny. What if I honestly made him a target?”
“Hey,” Chat said “I promise you, if anything happens I will be the first person on the scene.”
“Thanks,” she said gratefully, reaching up and catching his hand in her own.
“So, you’re in love with the model boy,” Chat said softly, rubbing his thumb absently against the back of her hand, “gotta say I didn’t see that one coming.” “Yeah well, it’s not like it really matters anymore,” she sighed, “it’s not like it would ever happen.”
He scoffed at her, rolling his eyes theatrically to show his clear contempt for her pessimism. “So tell me My Lady,” he asked shifting slightly so that he could look down at her with a playful smile, “what is it that you see in this guy anyways?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“You don’t want me, so clearly you aren’t after the guy for his looks,” Chat said wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously.
“No,” Ladybug laughed, “although they don’t hurt.”
“Why My Lady, was that you finally admitting that you find me attractive?”
“You’ve always been attractive and you know it,” she said reaching up and flicking his bell. “As you can see I’ve just had my attentions elsewhere.”
“Oh so this is a long standing attachment then? How long have you been dreaming of being M’Lady Agreste?” he teased poking her lightly on the nose.
“Almost from the first day I met him. It will be two years next week,” she said softly.
“The start of school,” Chat murmured, “you know him then?”
“yeah,” she admitted reaching blindly around to catch his other hand and pull him to her like a security blanket. “We were in the same class in college and we still have a few classes together now. Plus our friends are dating so we hang out a lot.”
“You two are close then,” Chat said a little breathlessly, “that… well that certainly clears things up.” “Yeah,” Ladybug said, “it’s not just some creepy celebrity crush. I mean, it kind of was that too. I have like 2 dozen photos of him plastered on my wall that I used to practice talking to because for the longest time I could barely string a sentence together around him, it was kind of embarrassing. I got over it eventually, but by that point I didn’t really have the heart to take the pictures down.”
Chat gave her a warm smile. “I can see it now, you stuttering and tripping and shooting the poor confused boy adorable awkward smiles before running off in the opposite direction.”
“Shut up,” Ladybug said but she couldn’t help grinning at her partners soft tone and fond smile. “I got better.”
“I know.” He raised one of her hands to his lips and gave her a delicate kiss. “So you still haven’t told me what you see in this guy,” he challenged, “If I am getting demoted to your rebound choice I deserve to know what I am up against,” he said slyly.
“He’s kind,” Ladybug smiled, filling with warmth as she thought about her love. “He always wants to see the best in people,and he… he is just good, you know? The kind of goodness that doesn’t come from ignorance or being sheltered, but that has seen pain and and heartache and loss and yet still chooses to be good.
“That is high praise indeed My Lady.”
“You aren’t going to make fun of me for this?”
“No My Lady. If anything I am going to love you more for it.”
She gave him another grateful smile before sitting up. The sun had begun to set and she knew she should be getting home. She probably had a dozen of so missed calls from Alya waiting for her.
“Well who knows,” she said attempting to be flippant. “Maybe he’ll finally just reject me and I will change my mind about you Kitty.”
“Wouldn’t that be a twist,” Chat laughed climbing to his feet and offering her his hand to help her up as well.
“It would probably be for the best,” she sighed. “It’s not like we can be together. Not with Hawkmoth still on the loose. There is too much at stake. And I don’t know if I could bear having to hide my identity in a relationship.”
Chat grinned again. “You are very wise My Lady.”
“Mostly I am just telling myself that so I can feel better,” she admitted and was rewarded with a loud melodious laugh.
“You know,” he said, eyes twinkling “you are probably right. Clandestine meetings, midnight makeout sessions, it’s probably better to hold out for the real thing.”
“Besides, I hate to break it to you My Lady but I have a sinking feeling that #Ladrien is not to be.”
“And why is that Kitty?”
Chat said looking out at the sunset, “not to be the bearer of bad news but I have it on very good authority that your lover is very much spoken for.”
“oh?” Ladybug said trying not to let her disappointment show.
“Yes, completely and hopelessly in love. Someone at his school in fact.”
“And who is this mystery girl?” she asked.
“It’s right on the tip of my tongue,” Chat said his eyes glittering with something she couldn’t quite name, “it will come to me. I’ll have to tell you next time I see you.”
“Well thanks for the heads up,” she said leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, “and thanks for cheering me up.”
“Always My Lady. I should probably get heading home myself.” he pulled out his staff and and extended it.
“Oh,” he said, shooting her a final grin as prepared to depart, “I do remember one thing.” “And what’s that?”
“The mystery girl, I knew there was something about her that I found particularly delectable.”
-Behind the scenes of BNHA, there are just a bunch of actors and actresses attempting to look like they have superpowers and sometimes failing miserably at their own stunts. Their love for each other is still the same though. c:
-Every time Izuku disappears in the makeup artist’s room, a small crowd of the other actors and crew form outside. After sometimes an hour or two (prob more tbh), Izuku will stumble out with exaggerated limping and show off his “mangled” body parts. He’s had to break his bones so many times in this series, he’s used to the amount of makeup they have to put on him. The others always laugh and suggest ways he might’ve hurt himself this badly in real life.
-Izuku: “I dunno, it’s gotta be hard to hurt myself like this without a power. …maybe get hit by a train. Five times.”
-Kiri gets made fun of because his sharp teeth are actually real. The first time they met him to read through the first script, he smiled all wide and five people gasped.
-Ochako asked him if he filed them that way or if he has a hard time brushing his teeth. Izuku wanted to know allllll about his crazy dentist experiences. And Denki just walked up, stuck his fingers in Kiri’s mouth and went “HOLY SHIT THEY’RE SHARPER THAN I THOUGHT!”
Kiri: “DENKI STOP–MMMMPH!”
-When he’s not playing his explosive, angry character, Katsuki is actually one of the most loved actors in the whole group. He’s super friendly and playful, and helps everyone a lot. (He’s still an overachiever and he still swears like a sailor though)
-The oddest thing for them to watch is the transition from a bullying scene to when Izuku and Katsuki fall out of character. The minute a scene is over, Izuku will laugh and say something like “you had me scared for a second, Kacchan!” or “great job, I really thought you were gonna kill me for a minute.” Katsuki always grins and ruffles Izuku’s hair, before asking for water because “i am going to destroy my fucking voice if i have to shout at someone one more time.”
-As actors, Izuku and Katsuki are best friends, and they meet to read scripts a lot, or discuss ways to act through scenes. They get along really well and aren’t above hugging each other or showing up in each other’s clothes on set. (Not that they’re like dating or anything lol theytotallyare ANYWAY) There have been times when Izuku had to comfort Katsuki after a particularly harsh scene, because it hurts Katsuki sometimes to say such awful things to Izuku.
-Out of character, Shinsou is basically Aizawa, minus the sleeping bag. He has shown up near-late to read-throughs, in pajama bottoms, with a blanket, coffee, and muttering, “when can i sleep again” He naps all the time. He can fall asleep on anything, anywhere. He doesn’t know how to explain why he likes it so much, they’ve just accepted that if you can’t find Shinsou anywhere, he’s probably hiding in a place where he can sleep.
-Places Shinsou has fallen asleep: slumped over his dressing room table, in a chair, during read-throughs, on car rides, in Izuku’s lap, on Katsuki’s back while he was being carried, leaning against a wall, on the floor. The boy has no shame.
-As an actor, Shouto is the quiet one of the group. But he still strangely doesn’t mind getting into any of the ridiculous pranks or funny situations with the other actors at all. And he can be hilarious too. He is accidentally sarcastic with people. He doesn’t mean to be, but it comes out that way.
-“Shouto, Kiri told me I look ugly in this, but I think he’s wrong.”
“……what do you want from me”
“Tell me how it looks!”
“Oh. …..I thought Kiri already did.”
-Shouto also has a strange way of not practicing too much, but then going out, winging it, and acting like he’s freaking become the character. He’s made the other actors and actresses cry while watching his more emotional scenes. It’s very adorable to praise him after this, because his quiet mask breaks into a little smile and he just mumbles “thank you.”
-He has a not-so-tiny crush on the Wonder Duo, but refuses to tell anyone or admit it out loud. But he always hangs around them and when Izuku and Katsuki started talking to him, he lit up. He isn’t nearly as quiet or cold with them, he loves talking to them. Izuku and Katsuki love it too; Shouto will talk a lot with them, but his voice is still soft and it is the most endearing thing. Shouto blushes like a fool whenever they compliment him and could spend hours discussing the intricate details of Izuku’s eyes or Katsuki’s hair.
-Kiri: “Okay, new challenge! Everybody trade characters with someone else and be that character for the rest of the day! You can’t break character! Winner gets this chocolate bar I stole from Aizawa. Got it?”
Katsuki: “You wanna trade, Izuku?”
Shouto: “Can Izuku even become that mean?”
Izuku: “FUCK YES, OUT OF MY WAY HALF-AND-HALF BASTARD, I WILL FUCKING DESTROY YOU ALL.”
He stretches the truth when he knows it’ll be to his advantage. He flatout lies when he thinks the truth will upset someone more than he’s willing to deal with.
So when he offhandedly invites Jensen and Jared to his rented house for the duration of filming the season 12 finale, he doesn’t expect them to take him up on the offer until after he’s already told them it’s a four-bedroom house.
It’s not a four-bedroom house.
The downstairs consists of a cramped living room with a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall, a small kitchen with enough counter space for exactly one cutting board and a sitting area with a wooden table and three chairs instead of four. The upstairs is one hallway with a master bedroom on one end and a much smaller bedroom on the other end. The spare bedroom barely has enough space for a full-sized bed. There’s one bathroom upstairs, between the bedrooms.
“Uh, you sure this is the right place?” Jensen asks as he sets his duffel bag down on the small couch in the living room.
“I might’ve…stretched the truth a bit,” Misha replies sheepishly.
Jensen turns to him, hands planted on his hips, unimpressed glare on his face. “I’m not sleeping on the couch.”
As Misha opens his mouth to respond, the door bangs open and Jared comes in with a whistle.
“Wow, Misha,” Jared says as he looks around the small room. “This is as awesome as you hyped it up to be.”
“I never said it was glamorous.”
“You also didn’t say it was the size of a broom closet,” Jared replies as he throws his stuff on top of Jensen’s. “Where are we sleeping?”
Jensen and Misha share a look before both turning back toward Jared. Misha says, “We can worry about that after work tonight I guess.”
Imagine: You are in a extremely heated situation with Klaus and your younger daughter bursts in, so you have to explain to her what’s happening and the older one, who understands what you were doing, keeps making disgusted sounds. After it is all done, you go back to what you were doing.
Warnings: dirty, dirty smut. oral sex (female receiving). sex, ofc. a bit fluff. roughness. swearing. and i guess that’s it.
Word Count: 3105
Being Klaus Mikaelson’s partner was definitely not an easy task; aside the fact he was a very complicated and troubled man, the blond had many enemies who craved to see him defeated, which means you were always their first target when they wanted to draw his attention. A bunch of fools, if you were to be honest, for you were no damsel in distress. Matter fact, you had been taught to fight ever since you could remember. Born in a werewolf family, it was kind of obvious that your parents guaranteed to never leave their beloved child unprepared to the supernatural life.
“Mum!” Cami, your younger daughter, yelled, getting you out of your inner thoughts. You closed the book you were reading and offered her a happy smile. “Dad won’t let me have cookies!”
“That’s because you just had dinner!” A masculine voice replied, trying to sound angry. A soft laugh left your lips. “Agree with me on this, darling.”
“Your father is right, baby.” You stroke her red cheek, placing one blonde curl behind her ear. “Also, you need to go to bed. It’s late.”
“Urgh.” She whined, pouting, making both you and Klaus giggle. “This isn’t fair!”
Whilst the girl escaped, running out of the room, you stood up from the cushioned armchair you were sitting on and went straight to your husband's arms, enjoying, afterwards, the warm hug he gave you. It was adorable how he never stopped doing these little things like hugging, kissing, holding your hand, grabbing your ass whenever you were not paying attention… All of it; Klaus simply could never stop reassuring his love for you. As for yourself, well, the feelings were wildly mutual.
“I’ll tuck her in.” He whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. “Wait for me in our room wearing that. I’ve been wanting to tear that dress out of you all day long.”
Relationship headcanons for kirishima and bakugou?
It’s a night for Red Riot and our King of Explodo Kills! I’ll do my best to deliver great content for both of them! ヾ(=`ω´=)ノ”
Kirishima Eijirou + Relationship Headcanons:
You know how some guys are shy about PDA?
Yeah, Kirishima isn’t one of those guys.
Give him all the hugs he deserves them. He likes all kinds of hugs.
One time, you try the suddenly jumping onto his back type hug well rip you he loves it and will want you to do it ALL THE TIME FROM NOW ON HAHAHA.
He loves giving you piggy back rides and lifting you and just generally showing his muscles affection off.
His favourite kinds of dates are fun outdoor dates where he can hold your hand and swing it around excitedly.
Some guys would hate shopping with their s/o but Kirishima freAKING LOVES IT. It’s a chance to help out his s/o and also work out his arms. Talk about two birds with one stone!
Kirishima is a friendly guy and thinks the best of everyone so he’d be a little slow to jealousy. He knows the warning signs of someone wanting to flirt with you though so he shuts them up pretty quickly by kissing you on the cheek.
It makes you laugh in that cute way he loves and stops people from trying to hit on you! So, it’s a win win really. Well, not for the person who wants to hit on you but who cares about that guy amirite?
Kirishima is a bit forgetful with dates so he makes sure to put an alarm in advance on his phone.
He will occasionally get you thoughtful gifts and will present them to you proudly even if it’s in front of the class.
I mean, why shouldn’t he? He feels very lucky for having you and is shameless in showing you off.
The kind who likes having his s/o watching him spar so he can show off for them. It’s adorable.
If s/o cheers for him in battle hE WILL BE SO PUMPED HE’S PRACTICALLY GOING TO GO SUPER SAIYAN.
His opponents know that if you’re watching his match then they’d also have to watch out for you in case you cheer for him trololol.
There’s a rumour floating around that your Quirk is whenever you cheer for someone their Quirks are enhanced.
Class 1-A use this rumour to scare other classes tbh. And Kirishima only encourages it because he keeps talking about how amazing you are.
On the plus side, no one knows what your real Quirk is except for the 1-A class.
Also, you get to hang out with him and Bakugou.
Bakugou is sceptical about you but eventually accepts you into his group.
Ends up liking you more than Kirishima since you’re more level headed.
“So, why the hell did you decide that this idiot is boyfriend material?”
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend you’re talking to!”
Kirishima is the best at making you feel better with just words. It’s like… he’s got magical healing powers.
A firm believer in kissing injuries better. ;)
Bakugou Katsuki + Relationship Headcanons:
The class would not know you’re in a relationship until Bakugou just pulls you into his lap one day and you’re totally chill about it.
They’re staring while you effortlessly converse with each other and you’re both cackling in your heads.
“Oh yeah, we’re dating.”
Kirishima pretty much figured but he’s still exasperated that you both had to make a scene instead of just saying it normally.
Bakugou doesn’t have the patience to explain how any of this happened but he’ll let you tell the story just because he likes watching you talk.
You’re a little less annoying compared to the rest of the people in this class. Just a little, though.
It’s a badly kept secret that the only way to convince Bakugou to do something is if you go to his s/o.
Said s/o is pretty stubborn themselves though and won’t allow them to force Bakugou to do something he doesn’t want to.
I mean, of course you have to have some spine you’re dating Bakugou.
Bakugou makes the bentos because he can cook!
“Did [Y/N] make you a bento?”
“The fuck you talking about? I made them a bento, fuck you very much.”
His idea of spending time with you is going on morning runs with you.
If he’s feeling up to it, he’ll go to a café with you after and treat you to breakfast before you head to school.
Is the proudest whenever you win a match or ace a test.
Request: “Could you write a
Reader x Remus lupin where the reader finds an injured wolf (who is Remus stuck
in wolf form because he is too injured to shift back) and she takes care of
him? Maybe like Remus realises she’s his mate or something and is nervous about
how she’ll react when he shifts back and she finds out what he is and that
she’s his mate? Thanks so much lovie. Hope it’s ok! Xo”
Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: violence ???? idk but lotsa FLUFF!!!!!! And marauders banter
A/n: ok sorry I didn’t really do the whole mate thing because it
confuses me :/ but I hope you like the fic anyway!
“Class, can anyone tell me the characteristics of a sufferer of
Lycanthropy?” The substitute teacher asked.
Sirius bent over in his seat, whispering to his friend. “Yeah
Remus, care to enlighten us?”
Remus shook his head, chuckling softly as he watched another
student answer the question. “Well, one such trait is that he wears cashmere
sweaters a lot.”
“And he has a wild appetite for chocolate.” James added, poking
him from behind.
“Hopelessly in love with (Y/n) (Y/l/n) is also one.” Peter chimed,
earning a scoff from Remus.
“Keep it down big mouth, you’ll make him turn red.” Sirius teased,
pinching Remus’ cheek. Remus shoved him off, the four boys laughing to
themselves until the teacher shushed them.
“Yes, Mr. Snape?” The teacher pointed towards the lonely boy, who
patiently held his hand high.
“How do you kill a werewolf?” He asked plainly, staring daggers
into Remus. The teacher had begun to answer when a girl from the back spoke up.
“He’s your son, Bucky!” You screamed into the phone, walking out the front door. The kids were down for a nap. And you didn’t want to wake them. “They’re both your kids. You can’t just keep putting them off. That’s beyond unfair to them.”
“I don’t have time this week. I have a mission.” His voice was flat.
“That I understand but you prepare for these things extensively. You knew you were going to be busy. And you waited for the night before to tell me?”
“They pushed it up.” His voice still held no emotion.
“Pretty soon he’s going to stop wanting to spend time with you. Don’t cry to me when that happens. You brought this upon yourself.” You shook your head and ended the phone call. He had some guts to act like that.
@leonygunawan said: hi I’m a new follower and i love your writing! can i request where y/n and jeff keeps their relationship a secret but guys are harassing you and girls just latched on to him and it makes y/n feel so uncomfortable but jeff declared that y/n is her gf at his biggest game. thankyou so much and I’m sorry if its so detailed
JEFF X READER
“I can’t keep this up forever,” you mutter sadly, ducking under the stairwell at the end of the hall while everyone was currently sitting in class, dragging your boyfriend with you. “It was stupid to keep us a secret.”
“We just wanted something for ourselves,” Jeff tries to remind you. “Something that no one could criticize or gossip about.”
You have no words because you know he’s right. The both of you did agree to keep your relationship on the down low until after graduation, but eventually.. you sigh. “I know, but it’s too much now. The guys of Liberty High apparently don’t understand the concept of personal space and the cheerleaders.. the cheerleaders,” you whine. “They’re always all over you.”
EXO reacting to their s/o calling suddenly and crying
Hi there, can you do exo reactions when their s/o suddenly call her & crying because she misses them 😭 thank you so much
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Would already be really worried when he sees your contact name come up on his phone even when you know he’s on tour right now. He would answer the phone and as soon as he hears one little sniffle he’d attack you with questions thinking you had badly injured yourself. When you said that you miss him he couldn’t help but feel slightly relieved that you weren’t hurt or in pain but would still feel really upset about the fact that he can’t do anything about it to help you and would want to go home as soon as possible just so he could hold you in his arms again.
‘Are you hurt? My Jagi please don’t cry, tell oppa what’s wrong.’
Would be in the middle of a practice stage when his manager had called him over saying you were ringing him, at first he may be slightly irritated that you were calling him when you knew he was busy and would be getting ready to lightly scold you. However just when he answers the phone and hears your cries all that would be gone and be replaced with concern, he would ask you whats wrong and if you were ill or hurt. When you say you say you miss him he’d let out a sigh, he missed you just as much of course but again he was slightly annoyed you had called him now of all times.
‘Aish I miss you too Y/N, more than you can even think, but please don’t call me in the middle of practice. What if I wasn’t able to answer?’
He was in China for a couple of weeks to work on new songs and his album, he’d be in the recording studio writing new lyrics when your name flashed up on his phone. He didn’t think it’d be anything serious so when he answered the phone and hears your cries he’d be very very confused. He wouldn’t even know where to start so when you blurted out that you miss him he would finally understand. He’d try and comfort you even though he’s still pretty confused and would reassure you that as soon as he gets back you’ll be the first person he sees.
‘What? Y/N you’re crying?’
Would be in dance
practice with the other members and hasn’t been able to see you in
over two weeks to prepare for the comeback. When he hears his
ringtone that’s designated to your contact only he asks the others
if he’s able to take the call, when they agree he goes outside only
to hear your cries. He’d be really anxious at first thinking you
had done something bad but when you say you miss him he loosens up a
lot. Would let out a few laughs and would try to lighten the mood to
stop you from crying and cheer you up a bit. Would probably be really
extra and start singing ‘cheer up’ by Twice.
‘Wait what? You miss me? *Laughs
a bit* Cheer up baby, cheer up baby~’
His schedule had been
packed recently, plus he was preparing for a comeback so didn’t have
any spare time to be able to come see you. When he feels his phone
vibrating in his pocket he quickly answers it just to hear your sobs,
he was taken off guard and was left speechless as he stood their
listening to you sniffle every few seconds. He’d ask you what’s wrong
only to hear that you miss him, his heart shattered that he couldn’t
do anything about it and so instead he started to sing for you. His
voice rung put backstage and brought a wide audience however he
didn’t care as all he was singing for was for you. Once he had
finished he’d say that he misses you too and he loves you, hopefully
his schedule will clear up soon so he will have the chance to see you
‘Hey Jagiya I miss you
too, I know what might make you better… So baby don’t cryy
This bean, he’d be
working on producing music or was told to focus more on learning the
new dance coming up, however when you called him he was in his studio
working on something. When he answers the phone and you say his name
mid sob his heart is gone, already he feels tears stinging his eyes
just at the bare thought of you crying. When he asks you why you’re
crying and you say it’s because you miss him he’ll most definitely
start crying with you, so now you’re both crying with eachother as
you relish in this small moment together. He tries to bring himself
to stop crying and instead would ask you what you’ve been up to these
past few weeks as he wants to take your mind off of anything sad and
wants to uplift the mood.
'Oh Jagi, I miss you so
much too. But please instead lets talk about how your days have been,
have you bought anything new recently?’
Has been working on a
new drama so his schedule has been packed full of catching up on
scenes and filming. Whilst on his little break he receives a call
from you and answers it straight away, however he didn’t expect to
hear your cries when he answered. He immediately went serious and
asked you if you had hurt yourself or if anything had happened, when
it turns out you were missing him he’d feel a little better but now
would be feeling quite down himself. He’s had to focus on so many
different things recently that he hadn’t even realised how much he
has missed you as well. He tries to comfort you and says that he
won’t leave you until your tears have stopped. Once you had calmed
down he promises you that once his schedule clears up he’ll be
straight around your house and will cook you your favourite meal.
'Jagiya I promise, as
soon as I have any time off I’ll come straight to you okay? I mean it
so trust my word, please wait for me.’
He spends most of his
time either modelling or at dance practice so hasn’t been able to
gather any time to spend with you. When you call him he’ll be getting
ready for a photo shoot but decides to take your call as he thinks
it’ll only be quick. He walks off to an empty room and answers you,
your sobs ring out into the room and he becomes instantly
worried/confused at the same time. You tell him you miss him and he
sighs out of sadness, he couldn’t even begin how much he’s been
missing you the past week either so when he sees you feel the same it
only makes him miss you more. Would probably offer to face time you later once he was finished with his schedule.
‘I miss you too Y/N, so so much… Wait I have an idea, me, you and facetime later, okay Jagi?’
He had flown out to
Paris again for a photo shoot and would be really busy with photo
shoots or being invited to runways so when you called he thought it’d
be nice to talk to his girlfriend since he hadn’t for so long. Yet
when he answered the phone he never expected to hear what he did,
your cries filled the room and he was left speechless, he never knows
how to react in these situations so instead he coos at you saying
it’s fine and what had made you so upset. When he hears it’s because
you miss him he’ll get super cocky and smirk whilst you speak,
obviously he had been missing you loads as well but he wasn’t going
to admit that, not until he got back to Korea at least. Instead he
listened to your compliments and how much you miss him and sits there
like a cocky lil bitch.
'Oh you miss me? Is that right? Ohoho you miss
my smile and good looks? I am quite handsome aren’t I?’
Nct 127 + Ten's reactions to their s/o being scared while watching a horror movie
Request: Hello! I want to request to see if you could do Nct127(+Ten pls…) reacting to their s/o Getting scared(from a horror movie if you can…). Thank you😊
A/N: this is going to be very cute and fluffy so prepare yourselves-
Gets scared too , not because of the movie but because of your screaming . Both of you laid comfortably on the bed , with you tugging on tightly onto his arm , afraid that there might be a jumpscare . As expected , it happened and as soon as the figure appeared on the screen , you screamed and literally pulled his arm .
Poor Taeil let out a small cry , his whole body jerking up as he didn’t expect you to scream that loudly .
Can’t help but laugh to himself , as you try to hide your face in his chest , as his hands covered your ears , making sure you couldn’t hear anything .
But he lowkey still tries to tease you , as he increases the volume of the movie , making you hide in his arms more - which was what he aimed for .
He’d immediately wrap his arms around you as soon as you screamed , and would pat your back , trying to calm you down . But inside he’s trying to hold back his laughter , as he keeps a straight face , while you’re beside him covering your face .
He’d suggest to stop watching the movie , asking to watch a romantic film instead . After 5 minutes of pouting and whining , you finally gave in because you could tell he wanted to watch it badly , and also you were too afraid to continue watching .
A mixture of being caring + teasing you . He’d also get more clingy & flirty , taking advantage of the moment .
He’d notice how you always flinch a little at a few parts of the movie , as you used the pillow in your arms to cover your eyes . Before you could even lift the pillow up again , he’d snatch it away , then cup your face with both his hands , his face now a few inches to yours .
“ are you scared babe ”
“ yes ”
“ it’s okay , just look into my eyes ”
And when you do , he catches you offguard and pecks you on the lips , while he cheekily says “ you know we could always do something else instead of watching this … ”
Like Taeil , he’d also get shocked/scared by your screams and sudden pulling of his arm . As soon as you let out a small scream , he’d do the same , followed by him whining and complaining that you scared him too .
Nags a lot but still tries to comfort you , his fingers stroking your hair as his other hand pats your back .
“ do you have to scream that loudly ”
“ i can’t help it , i’m scared ”
“ then don’t watch it , why- ”
“ it was you who suggested this babe ”
“ okay i’m sorry i love you ”
Screams together with you and both of you become almost inseparable , cuddling and hugging each other , hiding under the blankets whenever a scary scene happens .
And after the movie he acts all manly and fake , trying to seem like he was not afraid but in fact you were more brave than him during some parts .
“ The movie wasn’t even scary haha ”
“ ten , you got so scared you jumped up and accidentally hit my face with your arm ”
“ no i wasn’t scared , i was just reaching out to hug you ”
“ sure babe , sure ”
Mixture of Johnny and Taeyong . He’d smile to himself at first , unable to contain his laughter as he found your reactions and small little cries adorable .
He doesn’t hesitate to pull you into his arms , as he plays with your hair and tries to calm you down .
Would also pat your head after , telling you how cute you were and also pinching your cheeks - practically fanboying over you .
“ we should watch more horror movies , like that i can see more adorable sides of you ”
His hands would be intertwined with yours from the moment the movie started , as he constantly glances at you to see your reaction .
As soon as you started jumping a little out of your seat , he’d assure you with a smile , and tighten his hold around your hand . Like Taeyong , he’d suggest to change movies too , and would request something much happier and positive , something able to calm you down
Probably didn’t know it was going to be a horror movie until a jumpscare appeared . He just agreed to watching a movie with you , and didn’t bother to ask about what it was.
Which explained why he shouted at first as soon a ghost appeared on the screen , then also making inaudible noises as he tries to calm himself down .
You’d bury your face in his chest , your arms wrapped around his waist . He’d be frozen and shocked at first , then slowly pats your back and comfort you with sweet words .
“ it’s okay , im here ”
“ it’s going to be over soon ”
Makes it more worst tbh with lots of teasing ,, while he’s comforting you he’d suddenly stop and give a shock expression , then pointing behind you , “ w-who’s that ”
Making you scream and hide in his arms even more , as he laughs like crazy till the point where he drops on the floor . And you’d hit him , scolding him for making you even more scared .
But he lowkey still holds you in his arms , making sure that you didn’t get too scared
“ you look so ugly when you scream omg , i should’ve taken a picture ”
“ shut up hyuck , you’re no where better ”
“ hey at least i didn’t scream ”
because he watched the movie on his owm beforehand to prepare himself , so you wouldn’t have to see him scream and get scared
Anonymous asked: “I suffer from writer’s block. I’m in love and I can’t think of anything else. But even when I’m not in love, there’s this feeling that I just can’t write or I can’t force myself to do it while I do want to write. Any tips on this?”
This is one of those things that so many writers I know face yet no one ever really wants to talk openly about it. Writer’s block from something outside of “I have no good ideas” really seems to make some people uncomfortable. One of the biggest reasons for my writer’s block when it comes up is solely emotional. When you’re having a bad day and are angry or sad or frustrated, you can’t get into the same headspace to write the way you would any other day.
Love too is one of those emotions that makes it hard to write. I wouldn’t say it permanently makes it difficult but it can derail you for a few weeks or even a few months if you let it. People have all different reactions to falling in love and in some cases, with writers, it might mean it’s difficult to write.
Summary: You meet Grayson Dolan at a house party and the two of you immediately spark, but he’s still 17 and you’re 21. How long can the two of you hold off?
Warnings: Teasing? Swearing? Who knows.
A/N: SO. Wow. Okay. This is part of a series of snapchat imagines I’m doing and this one just got lengthy as hell, so I’m doing it in parts. Part two will be up either tomorrow or the next day. Text messages are in bold. Song lyrics are in italics. Special shoutout to Dolan’s Horny Lil Pancakes for helping me keep this alive, ily all.
“If I could go back to the day we met
I probably would just stay in bed.
You run your mouth all over town
and this one goes out to the sound
of breaking glass on my Range Rover.
Pay me back, or, bitch, it’s over.
All the presents I would send -
Fuck my friends behind my shoulder.”
The song rang through the speakers as you crossed the house, heading to the kitchen where you’d been told the alcohol was, two of your best friends behind you. The three of you had gotten ready together before heading to the party thrown by someone you had met through YouTube. You all ran a channel together, producing amazing all-female longboarding and skateboarding videos, promoting the scene for girls in L.A.
Your friends got distracted by a few fellow YouTubers you all knew (that they were seriously crushing on), and you decided to find the liquor by yourself. After all, you’d just turned 21 a few weeks prior and parties were for drinking, right? While dunking your cup into the large storage bin that held the jungle juice, someone reached in front of you to try and grab a cup, and grazed your arm. You looked up to see who it was, not recognizing the arm.
“Sorry, just tryna partake,” he said with a laugh and a smile that could make a nun blush. He picked up a red Solo cup from the stack beside you and waited while you pulled your drink out, cup full. You looked him up and down and cracked a grin - he was damn cute.
“No worries,” you replied, taking a long sip. His eyes still lingered on yours, hazel eyes that made your heart skip a beat. He filled his cup, but smiled at you before taking a sip.
“I’m Grayson,” he said, breaking the silence between you, though it was hardly silent with the party raging on around both of you.
“(Y/N),” you answered simply, taking another sip of your drink. He nodded.
“Yeah, you and those two girls run that longboarding channel, right? I love that channel. My brother and I watch it religiously.” You chuckled and shrugged.
“Yeah that’s me. I’m glad you like it. We put a lot of work into it. We actually just finished our latest video today. That’s how I got this,” you held up your right forearm. Underneath running from elbow halfway up your arm, was a pretty sizable scrape. Grayson’s eyes got big and he chuckled.
“Whoa, that’s pretty intense. I love when you guys skate too though, makes the video so much better.” You could tell it was a come on, but you hardly minded. You were trying to think about which channel he ran - there were so many and so many of them were here at this party.
“Yeah, they’re a little insecure about it but they did it after some convincing.” It dawned on you when he laughed and you grinned. “Oh, you’re Grayson Dolan, aren’t you?” He smirked and shoved one of his hands in the pocket of his jeans.
“Guilty. Ethan’s here somewhere too. He’d love to meet you but right now, I think I want you all to myself,” he said, his smirk growing. You shook your head, but smiled, leaning back against the table the jungle juice was sitting on. You were used to boys flirting with you, and you could always keep up, but normally, they were a little closer to your age.
“Don’t you think I’m a little old for you?” You asked, raising an eyebrow but looking back at him. He gave half a shrug and leaned next to you on the table.
“I think I know a lot for someone my age, and you might be impressed…” he replied, his eyes locked on yours. He wasn’t smirking so wide anymore, and his gaze was intense and a little intimidating, or it would have been if you weren’t so used to boys looking at you that way. You bit your lip to hide a smile, knowing you had to draw the line.
“Look, tiger, I appreciate the attention and you’re super cute, but I’m not tryna get arrested toinght,” you said with a laugh, taking a swig of your drink again. The pregame you and your girls had done earlier was starting to hit you, and your inhibitions were starting to wear down, but there was still no way you’d mess with a 17-year-old. He laughed out loud, almost over the music and other voices in the house.
“I guess that’s fair. Can I still talk to you or is that punishable by law too?” You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic comment and elbowed him gently.
“Totally legal as long as you keep your hands to yourself,” you winked and bit your lip and you saw a smile crack over his face.
“Damn,” he answered and the two of you laughed, though the noticeable tension hung in the air, thick and taunting.
The two of you chatted, flirted, told each other stupid little secrets and got to know each other personally, apart from you YouTube personas. Grayson was just as goofy and likable as he portrayed himself on the Dolan Twins channel. He told stupid jokes that made you laugh loudly. When he smiled, it really did shake you to your core. You had to keep reminding yourself that he was underage, he was out of reach. You couldn’t have him. You weren’t supposed to.
After a while, other people wanted jungle juice, so the two of you moved out of the kitchen and back into the living room where most people were laughing and dancing and drinking and playing beer pong. You tried to talk to each other there for a while, but it got way too loud to comprehend each other without shouting.
“Let’s go out back by the pool,” Grayson suggested, leaning close and talking into your ear. His proximity made your heart jump and you so badly wanted to reach out and touch him, but you knew you shouldn’t. You repeated ‘I shouldn’t’ to yourself as he reached for your hip to pull you away from the doorframe so someone else could get by you. You nodded, standing up on tip toe to reach is ear in reply. The urge to reach up and gently rest your hand on the back of his neck was almost too much to bear.
“I’m just gonna go check on my friends and I’ll meet you out there!” He mirrored your nod and headed toward the glass sliding door leading to the backyard.
You fought through the crowd until you found the two girls you’d come to the party with. Both of them were relatively sober and in good spirits.
“Where have you been?!” Danielle shouted at you, grabbing your arm. You could smell the vodka on her breath and knew she had been taking shots again, but she was steady and you could tell nobody had puked yet. You chuckled and pulled them both close to you, looking over your shoulder for people who shouldn’t hear the conversation.
“I ran into Grayson Dolan,” you confessed and they both looked at you, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.
“SHUT UP,” Leena shouted, smacking your arm. You laughed and ran your hand through your hair, shrugging.
“Yeah, we’ve been talking this whole time. Like since we all got here.” They looked at each other and then back at you, Danielle smirking, Leena not very impressed.
“WE GOT HERE TWO HOURS AGO, (Y/N)!” Leena shouted, Danielle laughing behind her. You could feel yourself turn red.
“Oops?” You offered, turning a darker shade of red and smirking. “Sorry, not sorry,” you shouted over your shoulder as you walked away from them, waving. You stopped in the kitchen to get another round of jungle juice before you’d head outside, but not before you felt a familiar pair of hands grip your waist and slide around you, locking you into their grip as they rested against your exposed stomach.
You sighed and let your head tilt to the side a little, looking at him over your shoulder.
“Logan, I thought I told you it was over. In fact, I know I told you it was over.” You wiggled out of his grip and held the two cups in one hand, your wrists sitting on the edge of the jungle juice bin. “That means keep your hands to yourself.”
The Less I Know, The Better by Tame Impala was blaring over the speakers now, just like it had when you had met him at a party six months earlier. That should’ve been more than enough warning for you - should’ve been a red flag.
You quickly got bored of and annoyed with Logan Paul and his attitude and broke it off with him after only a month of seeing each other. You rarely saw him outside of parties and when you did, he seemed even more annoying, like he never left the party, not to mention the fact that he was pretty disrespectful of your friends. But he had a hard time taking no for an answer, always cornering you at parties and texting you at 4 in the morning, hoping to hook up. The kid had a hard time taking a hint.
“Come on, babygirl, you can’t tell me we didn’t have a good time together,” he said, placing an arm on the other side of the wall, blocking your path. You quirked an eyebrow.
“One: we did have a good time, but I had to be drunk to have a good time with you, so now it’s over. Two: I’m not your baby, don’t call me that. I have a name. If you must speak to me, use it.” He was wearing on your nerves now. You didn’t appreciate what he was trying to do. You shoved Logan’s arm off the wall, pushing him away from you with your shoulder as you walked away from him, toward the sliding door.
You paused as you saw Grayson standing there, his hand on the handle, his mouth slightly agape. You smiled awkwardly and kept walking as he pulled open the door for you, closing it behind you and creating a barrier between you and Logan. He smiled at you and took the drink you offered before shooting Logan a quick glance. They both had the same expression on their faces.
The two of you made your way over to the pool and sat down next to it. The lights strung from the trellis behind the house lit the air just enough for you to be able to see each other, and the glow from the pool lights illuminated your faces in a cool blue haze. You sat in silence together, the music from the house playing faintly in the background. Grayson finally broke the quiet.
“So. You and Logan, huh?” You made an annoyed, distasted sound somewhere between your nose and throat and scratched the bridge of your nose.
“No. Not me and Logan. We had a thing once, a while ago and I just wasn’t into him when I wasn’t drunk, so I told him to beat it, but homie has a hard time taking ‘no’ for an answer.” You ran your hand through your hair again and sat Indian style, your elbows resting on your knees, holding the cup with both hands. You stared down into it, considering what you’d said and how Grayson would take it.
“He tends to have that effect on people - fun at parties but a jackass the rest of the time.” The statement made you genuinely laugh and he joined in, but you still felt guilty, as if maybe you were leading him on by telling him you were single and Logan was the farthest thing from your mind.
But that wasn’t your intention, right? You were just telling him the facts, right? Facts about you? So he could get to know you, right? That was it? It was true, after all, that you wanted nothing to do with Logan. But did Grayson have to know that?
You let your train of thought go and sighed, looking over at him. His face read as if he knew what you were about to tell him. You opened your mouth to speak, but he smiled and cut you off.
“I know,” he stated. “Look, I’m not gonna lie, I’m extremely attracted to you,” he began, leaning a little closer to you. “The things I’d do to you…” His gaze wandered up your body, lingering at your lips as he brought his face closer to yours. You held your breath as he inched closer to you. His stare finally caught yours and you both looked at each other, unblinking, hearts racing before he cleared his throat and brought the two of you crashing back down to Earth.
“But I know that I shouldn’t, and I know that you can’t.” His voice was honest and genuine. Add that to the list of things you liked about him. He sighed before he continued. “However, I do think you’re funny and really cool and I’d like to hang out with you. Y’know. Platonically,” he finished, sitting up straight, you mirroring him. You bit your lip as you thought it over.
“As much as I enjoy flirting with you, I think you’re right.” you replied, resting your temple on your fist, your elbow leaning on your knee. “But the feeling is mutual and I’d like to get to know you like, as a person.”
He smiled and leaned back, placing his drink on the ground and both palms flat behind him, leaning into them. You both sat like that for a while before he smirked and chuckled to himself. You raised an eyebrow in question.
“For what it’s worth,” he began, leaning toward you, whispering in your ear. “I bet I’m ten times better than him in bed.” A shudder ran through you. It almost felt like a flame had licked up your spine. You turned to look at Grayson who was grinning deviously. He winked before leaning back, looking up at the stars that dotted the sky.
You and the girls left the party not much later, the two of them all but pulling you out by your arms, your heels dragging the ground, hearts in your eyes. You had exchanged numbers with Grayson, and in the car on the way home, you boldly added him on Snapchat, the jungle juice coursing through your body. You were surprised to see him add you back almost immediately.
A few days went by, business as usual, and you forgot about the tension between you and the underage boy. You focused on editing the video and perfecting it with Leena and Danielle and wasted no time wondering what Grayson was doing. Mostly.
The video went up on Thursday afternoon, as it usually did, the three of you announcing it on your Snapchats, Instagrams, Twitters and Tumblrs.
“New video today!” You said to your Snapchat followers.
“Go check it out!” Danielle added.
“(Y/N) ATE SHIT IT WAS AWESOME!” Leena yelled from the background, causing the three of you to laugh together.
You threw your phone onto the couch and relaxed after all of your promo work was done. The girls wanted to go out for pizza to celebrate, but you were wiped out from editing. You sent them off with the promise to bring back something for you later.
Your phone buzzed. You picked it up to see Grayson’s name flash across the screen. You unlocked your phone to read the message.
Hey, Ethan and I just watched your new vid. So awesome! You wiped out harder than I thought you did! hahaha
You smiled as you tapped out a reply.
Thanks! Yeah, it was a pretty real fall haha. Glad you guys enjoyed it!
You sent the text , putting your phone back down on the couch, expecting that to be the end of that, but were surprised when your phone buzzed again.
What’re you up to tonight? I thought we might try that whole platonic hanging out thing. If you were still interested, that is…
You thought about it. Suddenly, you didn’t feel so exhausted anymore. You’d showered earlier and your hair was actually looking pretty good. You smiled and bit your lip as you considered the consequences.
Yeah, why not? What’d you have in mind?
Grayson picked you up about half an hour later and the two of you went for sushi. You had made a tremendous effort to look cute but casual. You laughed and flirted, sharing sashimi and tempura. You didn’t drink because Grayson couldn’t and you didn’t want things to be awkward. When the check came, Grayson tried to pick up the whole thing, but you wouldn’t let him.
“This isn’t a date, Dolan, you’re not allowed to pay for me,” you said through a laugh, pulling the check from his hand. He snatched it back from you.
“I’m not allowed to pay for my friend when I want to?” He asked, winking at you. You smirked and grabbed it back from him.
“No, but I am,” you said, handing the check and your card to the waiter as he walked by, giggling as Grayson stared with an open mouth.
“That’s totally not fair!” He said, annoyed, but a smile still tinting his face. You shrugged and leaned an elbow on the tabletop.
“‘I’m not allowed to pay for my friend when I want to?’” You mocked, and he couldn’t help but crack a smile, pointing a finger at you.
“This isn’t over, (Y/L/N),” he said with a laugh and you shrugged, winking as you signed the slip the waiter placed in front of you.
Neither of you felt like going home after dinner, so you went down to the nearby boardwalk and got ice cream, walking alongside the beach. Grayson easily made you laugh and flirted a little more boldly with you, tickling your side and tossing an arm around your neck, drawing you close to him. You felt your heart flutter as he did, but you didn’t let it stay there for long. You spun around, out of his grip to walk backward in front of him, facing him, adding to the silliness of the evening.
He looked back at you, a little disappointed, but understanding.
“Can I ask you something?” He looked into your eyes. When you looked back at him, you could see the mischievous glare behind them, so you quickly looked back down to your spoon digging around in your ice cream, shrugging one shoulder.
“I guess, yeah…” you said, biting your spoon, turning to walk beside him again.
“Do you know how to lighten up?” He said through a laugh. You rolled your eyes, but smirked.
“This is different and you know that…” You looked up to meet his gaze, but when you saw the intensity of his stare, you looked back down into your ice cream again. You couldn’t handle how deeply he wanted to look into your eyes.
“Is it?” He questioned, stopping to lean against the railing of the boardwalk.
“Yes,” you reinforced, unwavering, finally able to look back up at him. He could see his own frustration reflected back at him from your expression - it wasn’t as if the two of you weren’t feeling the same things. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he began, taking half a step closer to you. It made you shake a little in your Vans. “I’m just having a really hard time keeping my hands to myself…” he said, looking down at you. You felt that same flame shoot up your spine as he reached out to put a hand on your hip. You didn’t stop him. You couldn’t. You were paralyzed by the way he looked at you. An odd sensation gripped the back of your skull and you couldn’t look away.
You wanted him to look at you that way for hours, until you both collapsed of exhaustion. And you never wanted anyone else to look at you that way again. Just Grayson. Only Grayson.
‘Grayson…’ you thought, his name echoing in your head. ‘Grayson…who is 17…’
When you snapped back to reality, he was much closer than you remembered. His forehead rested against yours and he was less than a breath away from you. It would’ve been so easy to just…
“I have to go.”
You tore yourself away, feeling nauseous for doing so. Your stomach was in your mouth and it took all you had for your feet to drag the rest of your body up the boardwalk until you had the presence of mind to get an Uber home. The entire car ride back was silent, your blood rushing in your ears. Your heart wouldn’t stop pounding in your chest, as if it were trying to beat you up from the inside.
‘I know,’ you told your insides regrettably. ‘I know…’
When you got home, you immediately texted Grayson, your fingers shaking as you tapped a message.
Hey. I’m sorry I just ran off. I just think we got a little too carried away and if I had let you kiss me, there would’ve been no turning back.
You put your phone down on the kitchen counter and stared at it, biting your lip until you tasted pennies. You read the reply as soon as you received it, sucking on your now bleeding bottom lip.
I don’t even know what you’re talking about. I was just enjoying my friend’s presence. I’m underage. Talk like that could get you in trouble. 😉
You let air fill your lungs again, relieved that he wasn’t angry with you - that he understood. Your phone vibrated again in your hand.
I’m sorry if I got too close. I’ll make sure you don’t ever have to do that again. I promise.
It made you giggle a little. It made you feel special. It made you want to go back and wish you’d let him kiss you. Or that you were a little younger.
You and Grayson both decided together that you each needed a few days away from each other to recuperate from the heat of that evening, so things slowly went back to normal. You texted each other, but you didn’t dare flirt, and the messages were mostly just short congratulations to each other on videos and the reactions to them.
You were sitting on your bed, talking to a group chat when you got a Snapchat notification. User GraysonDolan had sent you a video. Curiously, you clicked over to the main page to watch it. A song you recognized as Movements by Pham ft. Yung Fusion flowed out of the speaker as a shirtless Grayson mouthed along the words, a knowing smirk on his face.
“That body’s a blessing, girl.
I ain’t tryna pressure her.
She messed with the temperature.
Heart wrote the song, but I am the messenger.”
Your screen went back to the list of friends you’d recently sent snaps to. You felt a knot twist in your lower stomach and recognized it as serious arousal. He was flawless. He was also not making things easier for either of you. You clicked over to iMessenger and sent him a text.
Do you really think sending me snaps like that is a good idea?
You didn’t wait long for a response.
I knew you’d like it.
His words made you feel weak. You wished there was some way you could replay the snap without looking totally creepy, but you knew there wasn’t, so you let out a sigh and tossed your phone aside, flopping down onto your back on the bed.
A few weeks later, you and Gray were on a casual “non-date” - as the two of you had started calling them - when he reached across the table and grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together. You wanted to pull away, but you looked up at him and he was smiling. Not that mischievous, playful grin he wore when you knew he was thinking something dirty, but a warm, kind smile. It made your chest feel heavy and fluttery all at the same time.
“Is it okay if I hold my friend’s hand?” He asked, still wearing a genuine smile. You felt your mouth twitch up into a smile, almost involuntarily and you nodded.
“Yeah, that’s fine…” With that, his smile grew a little wider and the two of you continued to chat, as if nothing had changed.
He drove you home and walked you to your apartment door. As you fiddled with your keys, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek. The simple, pure action took your breath away. You were sure he could hear your heart thumping against your chest. He tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear and smiled at you.
“Goodnight, (Y/N),” he said quietly, before walking back to his truck.
You closed the door behind you and slid down it, sitting on the floor, your hand buried in your hair. Why did he make you feel like this? Why did he have to be only 17? You’d need another few weeks to recover from this one.
[ps he looks so fucking matured in this gif alright]
You had called Jaebum last night, wishing him a happy birthday over facetime and letting him spend his birthday with his family. Honestly, you didn’t have any plan to surprise him, seeing as you were still across the world on the night of his birthday and Jaebum wasn’t really big on birthdays; not his anyway. He would rather spend it at work saying how it was his thirtieth birthday and it started to seem dull as he got older. But Minsik had plans, and he had personally called you asking where you were and when you had told him you were thousand miles away, he completely freaked out.
“But you have to be here!”
“Why?” you laughed, messing up the front of your hair to add volume to it.
“It’s his thirty-first birthday.”
“Thirtieth.” You corrected and he only replied with the click of his tongue. “Hyung’s not happy alright when you’re not around.”
“He’s fine alright? He’s thirty years old. I’ll go see him in a few days.”
“No!” he argued and somehow had convinced you to take the closest flight back home to (in his words) make Jaebum’s day.
The low, pulsing beat coming from one of the nearby houses hammered
in time with Alya’s heart as her cab pulled away, leaving her alone on
the sidewalk as the sun set behind her. She could have easily had it
drop her on Adrien and Marinette’s doorstep, but Alya needed a few
moments to herself, if only to quiet the anxious anticipation that had
been churning inside her all week.
Each echoing clack of
her heels on the sidewalk brought her closer to her destination. She
took her time, checking her reflection in the darkened window of one of
Adrien’s neighbors to make sure the ride over hadn’t wrinkled her dress
or mussed her hair too badly. Her reflection regarded her with a
scrutinizing glare, eyes sweeping over the black dress that hugged every
curve of her body and ended a few inches above the hem of her lacy
black stockings. Her hands smoothed her dress anxiously, offering her
reflection a resolute nod before continuing on down the street, eyes
focused on the familiar red door a few doors down.
You can still turn back, a little voice in the back of her mind whispered. Things are never going to be the same if you step foot through that door.
knew this as she kept walking down the sidewalk. She knew this as she
was sitting in the cab on the way over. She knew this as she
meticulously primped and fussed over her wardrobe in the hours before
they were to meet at Chez Agreste. Whatever relationship she with her
partners was going to change, for better or worse, the moment she
stepped through their front door.
She wasn’t foolish enough to think she could sleep with her partners, and have nothing change.
AKA ‘Woodentrain lists about a thousand times in chapter 20 of UMFB when we think ‘I wonder what Viktor’s thinking then?’
I re-read the last few chapters of UMFB last week and
despite having read it about a dozen times already, there are things I’d
forgotten. And things I remembered, but
I didn’t remember when they happened. In her notes Kaz said this is a transitional chapter but I have to say it’s one of my favourites. So much happens in it. I mean, I could sum it up as ‘the one where they meet at the GPF and Worlds and have sex both times and that’s about it’, and that wouldn’t be inaccurate, but there’s SO MUCH MORE going on here. So, as a reminder, I thought I’d make a quick unintentionally rather lengthy post about what happened in
chapter 10 and therefore what we can anticipate in chapter 4 of OBSABH:
Yuuri wins gold in the GPF against Viktor for the first time. And the subsequent banquet is interrupted by
the ‘classy hand jobs’ scene. One minute
they’re having an actual nice, friendly conversation like sensible grown-ups,
then next thing you know Yuuri is propositioning Viktor and that’s that. This is the one where Viktor really thinks
about it before disappearing off with Yuuri to the bathroom. And by ‘he really thinks about it’ I mean ‘he
goes from I swear I will never ever sleep
with Yuuri again to OK yeah let’s do
this in the space of about 5 seconds.’
Even Yuuri, oblivious that he is to most things, notices that there’s
some thought process going on in Viktor’s head- but I can’t wait to see Viktor’s
(This is long I’m afraid so you can find everything from classy hand jobs onwards below the cut)
“If requests are open can you do a scenario where Yoongi does a sad confession. Something like a love triangle, but don’t make the other guy a member of bts please.”
You have no idea how much I can relate to Yoongi in this OH MAH GOD. I hope it is to your liking, my dear~ 1,587 Words
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (ft. Im Jaebum)
Genre: Angst, College au!
Yoongi hated this. He hated seeing you so happy. As much as he wanted you to be happy, he didn’t want to you to be happy because of someone else. It was selfish, he knew that, but he just couldn’t bring himself to sincerely smile whenever you rambled on about how great your relationship was going.
Even now, he was looking at you from his lone bench in the university park, as you smiled brightly at your boyfriend, who seemed to be saying something to you. His black hues trailed from your face to your hands, which were intertwined with his so delicately.
The male just couldn’t understand what you saw in him. He saw nothing. Sure, he was one of the top law majors; sure, he was a gentlemen – actually, the more he thought about it, the most perfect he seemed for you.
Yoongi could feel anger bubbling inside him as he looked at the stone ground, wondering why he couldn’t be just as perfect. You guys were best friends since middle school, yet you go for someone within a year you had met them. It was unfair.
Summary: You and Chris - passion brought you together, passion broke you apart, and seven years after graduation, passion led you to each other again, perhaps as fate’s way of closure.
Author’s note: This is my entry for #ChoicesCreates with the prompt “Passion led us here.” @pb-boeboe (Rating: T)
Parallel Lines (Chris x MC)
“Christopher Powell. Please proceed to Gate 32. Last call for Christopher Powell.”
You quickly put down the book you were reading. Chris?, you ask yourself, eyes darting side to side, searching for the way to Gate 32. It’s been seven years since college graduation. That means seven years since you last saw Chris.
Chris. Your college sweetheart. Your on-again, off-again Hartfeld boyfriend.