( i asked @numinoceur what to write and she said promptis smooches so then this happened! <3 )
Their first kiss is little more than an awkward bump of
lips, and it happens instantly, so naturally, that afterwards, they both wonder
why they hell they’d been separately obsessing over it so much.
It’s just the nature of their friendship, really, that
things seem to fall into place without a whole lot of effort. For all of Noct’s
moodiness, Prompto is cheerful and bright. For Noct’s stiff and formal
upbringing, Prompto is easygoing, and casual. For all of the instability in
Prompto’s life, Noct’s apartment becomes a haven, a place to weather out the
storm. And for both of them, the other is a place of comfort, a warm embrace
they can each turn to.
Bound To Happen (Part 5), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader
Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.
Author’s Note: Yes, I know the Tony Awards are in the middle of June but I needed to make this scene possible and this is how it worked. Whoops. This makes up for my lack of a Valentine’s Day fic, right? Right?
Warnings: As always, a slow burn. Things are happening in this one, though.
“Today’s the day.” Lin stormed past you, stride confident and determined.
“Good morning.” You offered, trailing after him.
“Today’s the day.” He repeated, stopping in his tracks just as he made it center stage. He glanced around for a moment, taking in the thing he had created. He looked at you, his eyes shining with something you only momentarily saw on stage.
“Today’s the day.” You confirmed, noticing a majority of the cast had collected onto the stage as well. Tommy Kail was striding from his office with a group of producers in tow.
There was more money among his little posse than you would ever see.
Tommy’s face was wet and soon everyone else’s were as well. He held up a crumpled sheet of paper.
“Is that it?”
“Straight from the office.” Tommy told him, just as Lin snatched it away. The yellow color of the pages signified the importance.
Lin scanned over the page, thumb brushing over each word.
“Thirteen.” He sighed, “Thirteen Tony nominations.” He watched as the cast erupted in cheers, embracing and laughing and standing in disbelief because this wasn’t something that happened everyday to people like them.
The producers were sharking hands and offering congratulations, and Lin swept you into his arms before he could stop himself. The stack of papers you had organized in your hands were on the floor in a pile, but you didn’t move to collect them.
Suddenly the entire team was around you, but all you saw was Lin grinning down at you, repeating ‘Today is the day’ in a hushed voice, as if this day was just for the two of you to share.
“Who are you using your extra ticket on?” Mandy asked conversationally, fingers running through your hair. Eyes were on you - the person who trailed after Lin and didn’t seem to do much else. There was no talk of boyfriends or girlfriends or any friends outside of the theater.
You smiled at the idea of having a secret identity away from these people who tried and failed to pry information from you. Maybe you fought crime - or committed them?
“Nobody. Considering selling it on E-Bay.” You shrugged, knowing that your joke could easily be a reality and make your rent payment a little smoother.
“And your dress?” She pushed further.
“I have the one from opening night.”
The women in the room gasped and you suddenly wished you hadn’t taken Lin up on that break he offered you. Mandy’s fingers tugged a little harder on your hair.
“You are not wearing that dress again, didn’t you say it was your Senior Prom dress?” Karen’s eyes were bearing into your soul, it felt like.
You didn’t answer - which was an answer enough for them.
“We are getting you a new dress and a date.”
The dress was an easy choice - something satin and pale in color that looked oddly similar to your prom dress but with a heftier price tag.
The date was another thing entirely. Within the month before the awards, you had shuffled through a handful of guys - and one girl - from Mandy and Karen’s black books. None appealed to you in the right way and eventually you were starting to lose hope.
Not just hope that you would find the right person to attend the event with - the hope that you would find the right person in general.
As the day rolled closer and the dates began to stop, you found yourself dreading the awards night more than anything else. You would be all dolled up in a room full of important people with amazing partners alone.
You decided five minutes before you were supposed to leave for the pre-party that you weren’t going. You left a hurried voicemail on Mandy’s machine, something about the snow and a headache and every single excuse you could make in the span of a minute.
Dressed in your gown and with pristine makeup that took a little longer than you were proud to admit - you drank a warm beer on your couch with Sesame Street paying in the background.
The snow was falling lightly outside and you could only imagine how warm the club the cast was currently in could be. Drinks and laughter and love were probably filling the air and you could spit at the idea.
“Remember we’re on a Broadway budget here - not too many drinks, please?” Tommy called to the group as another round was ordered. There was already a buzz and they hadn’t even walked the carpet yet.
“It’s a celebration!”
“Where’s Y/N?” Chris asked, eyes darting over the crowd the club provided.
“She’s not coming. Something about the snow and a headache and life in general.” Mandy was one drink in, stirring her cocktail with a tiny straw. “I called her six times but no answer - I don’t think there’s any getting through to her.”
“She’s not coming?” Lin asked, dumbstruck. Mandy nodded. “Is this about the date thing?”
Nobody spoke, all waiting for Lin to do exactly what he should.
“Okay. Guys, grab your coats. Ladies, order another round on me.” Lin fished in his pocket and slammed a bill on the bar, tossing back the final sip on his drink. “We’ll meet you at the theater.”
“Where are you going?” Karen called after his retreating form, the gaggle of men following his determined steps.
“I’m gonna kill her.”
You were halfway finished with your beer, rummaging through your pantry for an opened box of Girl Scout cookies you swore were still in there when you heard a thud.
You paused for a moment, waiting for another sound.
Thuds echoed through your entire apartment, and you nearly tripped over the length of your gown trying to find the source.
The sounds led you to the window of your living room - the visual of snow pelting the glass signaled someone trying to grab your attention. You worked the bottom of the window, shoving it open and having to dodge a snowball in the process.
The buzzer was broken - of course the buzzer was broken. Lin groaned as he retreated from the steps of your apartment building.
“Dude, where is your jacket?” Alex asked Chris, who was standing shivering in the snow.
“On my wife.”
“Why does your wife have your jacket?” Questioned Tommy.
“Sometimes you have to give up your jacket and develop hypothermia for the people you love.”
“Buzzer’s broken.” Lin sighed. “She’s not answering her phone either.”
“Looks like we’re breaking in.” Andy shrugged, already taking a step towards the door. A hand on his chest stopped him.
“We are not breaking in.” Lin pushed him back to the group, “I got this.” Lin pivoted back to your building, shouting your name at the top of his lungs.
“Don’t forget we have to perform today.” Chris chided him, hand on his shoulder.
Lin surrendered his yelling and instead found himself packing snow into his hands, wailing it at your illuminated window. The rest of the guys watched as his attempted throws narrowly missed and decided to help him out.
Soon, all four men were chucking hastily made snowballs at your apartment as their cab driver sat and watched, the toll slowly ticking higher and higher.
“What the hell are you doing?” You shouted down to the group of giggling men.
“Get down here!” Lin shouted back, quite a bit louder. “Come on!” The rest of the guys joined him.
You succeeded, slamming your window shut and slipping on the shoes you had perched by your front door. They crunched the snow as you descended the steps of your apartment building onto the empty street.
Lin’s coat was immediately wrapped around your shoulders.
“What are you doing here, you guys should all be on your way to the awards.” You shoved his chest gently.
The other guys stood in the back, making it rather obvious they were watching closely. They shared looks, each wondering is this going to be the night?
“Not without you.” Was Lin’s immediate answer. “It wouldn’t be right. You’ve been with me longer than any of these assholes.” His thumb jerked back to the guys, “You deserve this night more than any of us do.”
“Lin, I’m not in the mood for this right now.”
“You guys should go enjoy your night and I’ll see you all tomorrow.”
“You don’t understand-” Lin stopped himself, the wild rush of adrenaline he had been feeling on the drive over coming to a sudden halt as he took you in. “You look amazing.”
For the first time that night, you smiled.
“I’ll be your date tonight.” He insisted, gloved hands holding yours as you clenched them in the cold. “This is a night of celebration and happiness and the only way I can do that is with you standing next to me.”
You considered this for a moment, before looking over Lin’s shoulder at his merry little gang.
They all called back equal responses. Lin held out his arm to you and you couldn’t find it in yourself to turn away. You linked your arm in his as your friends climbed back in the cab, mumbling words on how happy there were you would be joining them.
“I’m sorry you did all this for me, on your big night.” You whispered to Lin.
“None of that.” He told you, arm squeezing a bit tighter, “You’re gonna have to sit on somebody’s lap.”
You piled into the car, your half finished beer long forgotten on your kitchen counter. Lin, as he was in your everyday life, was right by your side the entire night. You watched as he accepted a Tony Award and pointed at you from the stage, rhyming your name expertly in a perfect couplet.
Your lousy dates and prom dress was in the very back of your mind, and at the forefront was Lin. Not just the Lin who was making his dreams come true that night, but the Lin from all those years ago who had a dream and decided to bring you along for the ride.
I have seen a lot of hate towards cis people because they misgender us and shit. But… GUYS, NOT ALL CIS PEOPLE ARE ASSHOLES. PLZ. and if you don’t believe me, I will tell you a small story.
I am really gay (I guess I am really obvious) well… I met this cis guy on a band concert. He is the most awesome shit ever, I have a crush on him and he also does, but we aren’t dating yet… I came out to him as a genderfluid transboy after he said that he was totally heterosexual. I asked him if he still liked me even if that meant being kinda gay, you know what was his answers? Why wouldnt I? And I asked him if he was fine using male pronouns when I was a boy. And he said: why would I have a problem with that?
He uses he/him pronouns when I tell him to and he is just a fucking sweetheart.
Just thought I should share.
NOT ALL CIS GUYS ARE ASSHOLES
CIS GUYS CAN BE GREAT
AND I HOPE CIS GUYS AND GIRLS THAT RESPECT OTHER PEOPLE IN THE LGBT+ COMMUNITY HAVE A GOOD DAY BECAUSE YOU PEOPLE DO MAKE A DIFFERENCE, BELIEVE ME.
Serpent Jughead takes good girl Betty to Prom, like in an old car of a motorcycle. Maybe like he wears his Serpent jacket instead of a tux and maybe they are questioning their fate but Archie and Ronnie rig the votes for them to be prom king and queen
Oof, this was actually a little tricky to write.
“What’s up Arch, I got your text?” Jughead asked as he slid into the booth across from his best friend. The red haired boy staring questioningly at Jughead.
“You either don’t know, or you don’t care.” He said agitated. Causing Jughead to look up at the sudden shift in his tone.
“Don’t know what?”
Archie pulled his backpack onto the table, digging inside of it and pulling out swatches of different colored fabrics
“Do you know what these are?” He asked.
Jughead stared at them for a few seconds, trying to find the answer to this ridiculous riddle Archie seemed to be playing
“They’re.. pieces of.. clothes?” He questioned hopefully.
“Wrong!” Archie slammed his hands on the table, sending Jughead flying backward into the booth in shock
“These are bow tie, fabric samples! I have gone over them thirteen times with Veronica, do you want to know why I have done that?” His eyes shifted crazily and Jughead opened his mouth to speak
“Because Jughead, it is Junior Prom. And every girl wants the perfect Junior Prom, therefore it is up to us as boyfriends to make that Junior Prom Perfect. Imagine my surprise when my good pal Betty tells me she’ll be going alone, now I know you’re caught up with your Serpent stuff and I know you don’t go to Riverdale anymore but Betty being happy is important to me, you should have seen her face when she told me she was going alone.. I mean it was…”
Jughead jumped out of the booth and skidded to his feet, running towards the door and cursing as he gripped his Leather jacket, shitshitshitshit. She had mentioned it, and he had been meaning to ask her, he was still thinking of a plan to do it. She had been completely supportive of his new life on the south side and he knew how hard it was for her, he had wanted to do this for her, makeup for the homecoming dance that had been ruined, but he damn well forgot. He stood in front of her front door, glancing at his phone, she would be coming out any minute now, she had late night cheerleading practice and he usually walked her to the school, lately he had been so busy he hadn’t had the time, she said she understood but he knew how badly he had been hurting her lately. He was such an asshole.
Right on time, Betty walked onto her front porch, her eyes widening when she saw her boyfriend before she broke out in a beaming smile
“Juggie” she said softly, pushing her pompoms into her backpack, the surprise and happiness on her face should have made him feel better but it only cemented the fact that he had been incredibly neglectful to his amazing girlfriend.
“Hey Juliet.” He smiled miserably, dropping a kiss to her cheek and swinging an arm over her shoulder
“To what do I owe the honor.” She teased, looking up at him and snuggling into his leather clad side. Jughead took a deep breathe, inhaling the peaches and vanilla of her shampoo, the soft feel of her silky blonde curls spurring on his confidence
“I’ve come to ask the fair lady to the ever cliche Junior Prom.” He said cornily, wrapping an arm around her waist. Betty stiffened before pulling away and laughing sadly
“That’s okay. It’s totally unnecessary, I’m sure you have better things to do than hang around some school dance with a bunch of your old classmates.” She pulled her backpack over her shoulder and he quickly took it off draping it over his own shoulder, he looked down at her, his eyebrows furrowed, did she really think he didn’t want to go with her? That she wasn’t important enough for him?
“I want to go Betty, I want to go with you.” He reassured her, stopping her in her tracks, and moving a hand to cup her cheek. Betty melted into his embrace before sighing
“You don’t have to do this Jug, I know how busy you are with the serpents, it’s just a silly dance.” She shrugged, standing on the steps of Riverdale
“Bets, we’re going and it’s going to be the perfect night okay? It’s our chance to forget about the serpents and everything in between, it’ll be just us. got it?“he said sternly, a goofy smile playing on his face as she leaned towards him, brushing her lips against his
"Okay Romeo, whatever you say.” With that she headed into the gym and left Jughead alone with his thoughts, it had to be perfect, she deserved it.
Unfortunately nothing ever goes as planned when it comes to either Betty Cooper or Jughead Jones, the night of the dance Jugheads truck broke down leaving him without any vehicle to pick up his girlfriend for their perfect night. To make it even better when he was trying to fix the engine, oil splattered all over his tuxedo leaving him in his suit pants and his leather Serpents Jacket, the only way he was going to get Betty to the Dance would be with his fathers motorcycle, the entire bike filled with Southside serpent bumper stickers and emblems. He pulled up to the Cooper Residence and took a deep breath, she was going to leave him, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind. Standing by the bike, leaning against the offending object his jaw nearly dropped to the floor when Betty exited her house.
She was wearing a long light yellow dress, it was strapless and showed off her toned arms, the top was folded pieces of soft fabric and the bottom billowed when she walked giving her the appearance that she was flying, his gaze skimmed the tan skin the dress left bare before landing on her face, her long dark lashes were thicker and framing her gorgeous light green eyes,her lips were shiny and her cheeks were rosy. He admired the way her long blonde curls were pushed out of her face but still left to fall down her back, clipped together by some sparkly contraption. She was going to be the most beautiful girl in the room and he couldn’t wait to take a picture and show the guys at Southside High.
Betty skeptically eyed the motorcycle and he instantly remembered what an asshole he was.
“The truck broke down, and I got oil on my tux its the best I could do.. Betty I’m so sorry, I..”
She cut him off with a simple peck and mounted the motorcycle
“There’s a first time for everything right, maybe I should have worn my ponytail, I’m not sure how well my hair will hold up on this thing” she giggled slightly as he slid in front of her, still feeling absolutely horrible but the feel of her tiny hands around his waist made him feel slightly better as she held on tight.
When they arrived at the dance, he immediately heard the murmurs from his classmates
“He’s a serpent!”
“Look at his jacket”
“Did you see what he showed up in?”
“Poor Betty, he doesn’t even care”
Betty sensed the tension in her boyfriends shoulders and gently tugged him towards the dance floor, wrapping herself in his arms.
“Thankyou for taking me tonight Juggie.”
The dark haired boy let out a sigh as he pushed a strand of hair out of her face
“You shouldn’t be thanking me for this Betty, I should have asked you sooner, I should have been more prepared. I ruined this night. I know that you have a lot on the line dating a Serpent and I haven’t made it any easier on you, I’ve been horrible to you. I’m so sorry, I love you so much and I just…” Betty cut him off, pressing her lips to his.
“I love you too, tonight was perfect because I was with you. I don’t need all the flashy business , I just want you. Gang member and all.” She teased, running her fingers over the logo on his back.
“You really are something else Betty Cooper.” He whispered dreamily, wrapping his arms tighter around Betty and sending up a silent prayer to whoever was up there for giving him the absolute best girlfriend in the world.
Maybe the town would try and divide them but together? They were stronger than all of the white noise.