I think Lance’s way of flirting with Keith is by teasing him and I find it so cute
Like here when he was bothering him about trying to beat up Klaizap
Look at his smile, he looks so satisfied LOL
And then here when he challenged him to a spore ball fight
You can’t tell me he doesn’t love getting a reaction out of him
Also when he claimed that he was proud of making fun of Keith for feeling the Blue Lion’s energy in the desert, just look at his face, dude clearly thinks Keith is cute when he’s embarassed
Then there’s those scenes where he teases him about being scared
Seriously every time he eggs him on like this, he has the most playful and amused smile on his face. And I think that’s because he knows Keith is always so serious and straight faced, so he likes trying to get him to let loose and have fun a little.
It was not the way he expected it to go down. Which, honestly, was rather impressive because in the past two years of their partnership Chat Noir must have plotted out at least 50 different possible scenarios in which he finally heard the coveted words.
They had been joking around, legs swinging off the edge of of the parapet and laughing, enjoying the warm breeze.
“Come on, you can’t tell me that your birthday is this week and not let me get you a present,” Chat whined, “what sort of partner would I be.”
“The last thing I need for my birthday is a dead rat on my doorstep,” Ladybug teased as she once again failed to do a Jacob’s ladder with her Yo-yo. She scowled down at her weapon and Chat had to bite back a laugh. There was something incredibly endearing about the fact that for all the truly amazing things she had done with the magical item, she couldn’t seem to get the hang of a simple trick.
“Ah, but you know that I won’t be giving you that, because I don’t know where your doorway is,” Chat grinned, “so your argument against my giving you a gift is invalid.”
She rolled her eyes, but he could see her fighting back a smile.
“Come on,” he whispered, dropping his chin onto her shoulder, “I’ll get you anything you want.”
“Anything?” she asked, twisting her head to look at him and causing their noses to brush together.
“Cross my heart and swear not to die, because I already promised you I wouldn’t after what happened last month.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, her lips twisting into the disapproving pout that had become one of his favorite expressions. Not that he had a lack of those where she was concerned. Still, this particular look of fond annoyance was easily in the top 20.
“Please?” he cajoled, stretching out the vowels like a hopeful child asking for a new toy.
She looked away and Chat smiled. If she couldn’t meet his eyes it meant she was caving.
“If Mayor Bourgeois is allowed to give you a statue, the least I should be allowed to do is get you a birthday present,” he whispered, trying not to fist pump as he saw her bite her lower lip. Victory was almost assured at this point. “Please?” he said again.
“Anything?” she asked hesitantly.
“Anything,” he assured her in the same quiet voice while internally he screamed in triumph. In fact he would probably be annoying Plagg later with his obligatory victory dance.
Ladybug said nothing, continuing to stare out into the night, but Chat had learned patience was the key to these sorts of moods, so he simply waited, his head continuing to lull against her shoulder.
“Yes My Lady?”
“You love me right?”
He felt his breath catch in his throat. He knew she didn’t mean it the way he wanted her to. It was a friendly statement, a joking lead-in to a request that usually meant she was insecure about something. It wasn’t the first time she had said it, but he still couldn’t help but be affected by the words.
“Of course, to the end of my nine lives and beyond,” he said, his tone light despite the rapid pounding of his heart.
“And you won’t make fun of me?” she said, with just enough of a tremor in her voice to belie her playful smile.
“Never. Cat’s honor.”
She took a deep breath and reached her hand up to pull at the collar of her suit.
“What are you doing?” Chat squawked his face turning beet red as her fingers slide beneath the fabric and down towards her collar bone.
She gave him a bemused smirk as she pulled out a carefully folded note, much to Chat’s simultaneous relief and dismay.
“Never figured you for a prude,” she said tapping him on the nose with the paper.
“What is so important that you felt the need to carry it around under your suit?” he grumbled, then instantly regretted his outburst when her shoulders hunched slightly. “Is it a picture of me? Admit it you pull it out to stare at it when I am not around.” He gave her his most salacious smirk and she gave him a playful shove, the momentary flash of doubt replaced with amusement. He mentally high fived himself on the nice save. Another thing to brag to Plagg about when they got home.
“No. It’s a letter.”
“I assume you are either going to elaborate, or you have decided to pursue a lifelong dream of becoming the world’s greatest calligrapher.”
“Never mind, you never did appreciate my sense of humor.”
“It’s a letter for my crush.”
His heart sank.
“It’s stupid,” she said hurriedly, “it’s not even signed. I don’t know what is wrong with me that I can’t even bring myself to give him an anonymous love letter. I stupidly thought that maybe I would get lucky and could run in to him as Ladybug and maybe then I could…” she trailed off with a miserable laugh that broke his heart far worse than her infatuation with someone else.
“It’s horrible,” she cried, scooting back just enough so that she could look at him, “seriously, you have no idea how pathetic I have been.”
“Come on it can’t be that bad.”
“For months I couldn’t even speak a complete sentence in front of him,” she wailed, “much less tell him how I feel!”
“That’s totally normal.”
“Oh, it get’s better. Because I wasn’t just content to make a fool of myself. No then I compensated by getting worse! My room is plastered with pictures of him. I have one framed on my nightstand!”
“You are hardly the first person alive to go overboard about a crush,” Chat said thinking of his own hoard of fangirls that had only increased as he edged closer to adulthood.”
“I wrote down his schedule on my calendar. In detail! Every time I learned something new, up it would go in big swirly cursive with little hearts and everything.”
“OK, that’s admittedly a little weirder,” Chat winced, although he was somewhat amused at the image of her dotting little hearts all over the place, “still it could be-”
“I stole his phone!”
“OK yeah, you’re crazy.”
“I told you. Instead of just confessing to him like a normal person I turned into,” she gestured helplessly at herself, “this.”
“But at least you admit it,” he said kindly. “and if need be I can get you the name of an excellent therapist.”
She gave him a weak smile, and he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into a gentle hug.
“I thought if I could just give him this letter, even if he didn’t know it was from me, then I could… I donnow, not move on exactly but, get better, maybe?”
She fiddled with the piece of paper in her hand and somehow, seeing her like this- relaxed and vulnerable, and just a little bit insane- made him love her even more.
Maybe they would never amount to anything. Maybe she would end up with this mystery crush, or the next one. But in that moment Chat knew that he would never regret loving this girl. He would be happy to stay by her side in whatever way she needed him. That would be enough.
“Do you want me to give it to him for you?” he asked, any regret he might have felt vanishing at the hopeful look that sprang to her eyes.
“Of course Bugaboo. Although, if this turns into some sort of wacky rom-com where he thinks that I am the secret admirer and starts chasing after my dazzling good looks and unparalleled charm, you are not allowed to make it my fault.”
“Ok,” she laughed, leaning her head back against his shoulder with a sigh that he could swear reverberated in his very soul.
“So who am I delivering this to anyways?” he asked a little shakily carefully plucking the letter from her and slipping into into the pocket of his suit. “Who is this dashing rogue who has turned you into a literal lovesick schoolgirl?”
“Adrien Agreste,” she confessed with a blush. “I’m in love with Adrien Agreste.”
It was definitely not how he had expected things to go down. Never in a million years would he have dreamed up this scenario when he finally heard the coveted words- his name on her tongue, her voice saying that she loved him, HIM, of all people.
It was not what he expected- but damn if it still wasn’t the greatest moment in his life.
Look who’s back to her 4 word prompts! On to the next one! (Not taking any new ones just finishing up the ones I have.
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.”
Disclaimer: I am extremely exhausted at the moment, so if this is bad I am so sorry lmao I just felt horrible for slacking off so much on writing and came up with this little drabble/scenario~
“Jagi..” You could hear your boyfriend sweetly coo as he attempted to gently shake you awake, “Jagiya wake up, please..” He whined. “It’s important.”
Despite how utterly exhausted you were, you knew he wouldn’t stop until you gave him the attention he wanted, “Ya know- you might try to act all daddy all the time and stuff, but you sure act like a child when you want attention..” You halfheartedly teased, turning to face him.
Yugyeom pouted as soon your gaze met his, “Why do you have to be so mean in the mornings babygirl?” He asked in a childish tone.
“Because I am not a morning person. This is an ungodly hour to wake up at. For fucks sake the sun’s not even completely out yet.” A sleepy little giggle escaped your lips as you motioned over to open curtain that revealed the slight darkness outside, cuddling against him you sleepily asked, “What’s so important any-” Immediately you stop speaking as you felt exactly why he wanted you up so badly.
His cheeks furiously blushed a bright red, biting his lower lip roughly his eyes wandered over you. Bringing his head down, his plush lips right beside your ear he softly whispered, “Please baby.. Help your precious Oppa feel good.”
You automatically sat up on your knees, crossing your arms over your chest as you peered down at him with narrowed eyes, “Precious?’ You scoffed, “You’re anything but precious to me right now, Yuggy. I’m tired, I wanna sleep.” You pouted in the cutest way you possibly could.
Yuggy pulled the blanket off him, revealing his hardened member attempting to poke straight up; the only thing stopping it from doing so was his tight grey sweatpants. “Don’t you see how badly i want you baby?” He whined, biting his lip once more as he began to gently rub his clothed member. “Come on baby, you know Oppa can put you right back to sleep once he’s done with you.”
Though you were completely exhausted, your body began to betray you. The familiar ache in your core ignited as soon as you could see how desperate his was for you, “Fuck..” You airily whimpered as you rolled your eyes, “We can’t though. Everyone’s here.”
A sly, smug smile painted itself across Yugyeom’s face as his eyes continued their lustful wandering, “So?” He said with a shrug, “They’re all still asleep. You know that babe.”
“But they’ll wake up sooner or later, if not because of their alarms then because of all the freaking noise we make.” A playful little chuckled flowed out as you crawled over to your needy boyfriend.
Yugyeom immediately grabbed your waist and sat you on top of him; his large hands lightly caressed your curves as he began peppering candy sweet kisses along the base of your neck and collarbone. “Please baby.” He seductively whispered between each kiss. “Be a good girl for me, sweetheart- Be good for Oppa..”
His words seemed to make you melt into his embrace, soft little whines began escaping your lips as his hands and lips began exploring your body more. “F- Fuck..” You whined, gently rocking your hips back and forth on his member.
He dragged his hands back down to your hips, roughly digging his fingertips into them as you rubbed your clothed, dripping core on him. A low growl escaped him, the urge to be inside you suddenly becoming more than overwhelming.
Suddenly he tossed you back onto the bed, your body landing on the black sheets as he stood above you. “I need you now.” He said, gritting his teeth as he practically ripped your favorite pair of lace panties off of you.
“Babe! those were my favorite~” You playfully whined while he hastily pulled his sweats down, his solid cock springing free as he positioned himself between your legs.
An anxious chuckle escaped him as he grazed the tip of his member up and down your drenched slit, “I’ll get you new ones..” He looked up at you, quickly flashing a smug grin. “You’re so fucking wet princess.” He cooed, groaning loudly just as he slowly slide himself inside you. “Fuck y/n.”
Your face contorted in sweet, divine pleasure as he began pumping his length in and out of you, “God, Yuggy~” You sweetly whined as you gripped the sheets.
“Hush baby..” Yugyeom airily growled, “Do you want the others to hear?”
At first you nodded, but automatically shook your head seconds after. You wouldn’t be able to face them if they heard the two of you fucking. In between your moans you weakly replied, “No, Sir..”
“Well, too bad.. I do.” Another smug grin sprawled across his face as he picked up his speed, drilling himself inside you with each hard, long thrust. His finger tips bruisingly dug themselves into your hips. “Ask before you cum baby, got it?”
Despite how badly you tried to contain your moans, Yugyeom just wouldn’t allow it. Every second you stayed silent he fucked you harder and rougher, “F- Fuck..” You whimpered as you couldn’t contain yourself anymore, “Yugyeom!” You shouted nearly at the top of your lungs, your almost throat tearing moans now echoed throughout the dorm.
Yugyeom threw his head back in complete pleasure, groaning as your walls tightly clenched around his cock, “Shit-” He hissed as the sensation began bringing him closer to his climax, “You gonna cum babygirl?” He breathlessly asked as he lowered himself on top of you.
“Oh god-” You whined, nodding rapidly while loudly whimpering as the sudden slight change in his position hit your most sensitive spot perfectly. “Yes, holy shit- I’m wanna cum, please let me cum.”
The sheer desperation in your voice nearly threw him over the edge right then and there. He roughly pressed his lips against yours, his thrusts quickly becoming sloppy, “Me too baby- “ He whimpered as he broke the heated kiss, “Me too, cum with me babygirl. Cum with Oppa..”
And with that your body seemed to waist absolutely no time at all. Your orgasm wracked through you; turning you into a shaky, drowsy mess. “Oh- Oh god..” You whimpered as you felt your walls contract around him once more, the sensation drove your newly sensitive body crazy. Your eyes rolled back as you roughly bit your lip as your orgasm slowly came to a halt.
Yugyeom followed you over the edge seconds later, “Ahhh~” He breathlessly whined, groaning loudly as he shot his load inside you. He practically collapsed on top of you as exhaustion took over, “Holy fuck..” He said once more as he wrapped his arms around you.
Just as you cuddled into his embrace, your sleepiness returning almost immediately, he placed a sweet kiss on the top of your head. “I love-” His sentence immediately being cut off by the sound of whispering coming from the other room.
“Hey! If you guys are done fucking now do y’all want breakfast? Mark and I are starving!” Jackson shamelessly shouted from across the hall, completely killing the moment.
You buried your face in Yugyeom’s chest, lightly punching him as embarrassment took over. “I hate you..” You shyly teased. “How can I face them now?”
A playful smile spread across his face as he planted another kiss on your head, “Yeah! Y/n’s pretty tired out though, and she might not be able to walk right now so she’s gonna stay in bed for a while.” Your boyfriend puposely shouted back in reply. He gently cupped your chin, forcing you to look at him. a soft chuckle flowed out of him as your eyes met his. “Jagi~ How does breakfast in bed sound?”
Summary : Montgomery asks you for help in chemistry, but turns out he doesn’t really want to study. The conversation gets a little out of hands and Jeff is the one who comes to calm things down.
Pairing : Jeff Atkins x Reader
Words count : 860
Warnings : Mature and graphic language
A/N :I wrote this in half an hour and it’s not that good. Also, english isn’t my first language so sorry if there is any mistakes. Send your request!
Like every other day, I stopped by my locker to pick up my books. While opening it, I spotted Jeff. So did he, and we both smiled at each other as a ‘hello’. How mind blowing his smile was. I couldn’t help but think that every time I saw it. As I picked my books, I started to hear whispers behind me. At first, I wasn’t paying attention to them, but then some words caught my ears.
“Go ahead!” This sentence was repeated a few times by different guys. “Yeah, go!” And then some laughter came out from their mouths.
As I turned around, Montgomery de la Cruz, surrounded by his friends, was leaning against the lockers behind me. When they caught me looking at them, they all went silence with a playful smile on their lips. I started to feel uncomfortable, so I rapidly closed my locker and started to walk out.
“Y/N!” I couldn’t even take two steps that I was stopped by someone grabbing my arm. My eyes laid on Montgomery, again, who had a stupid smile stuck on his face. “Hey. Hum-” He glanced over at his friends, all laughing. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
“Yeah, hum- sure.” It felt like i was being played and it wasn’t a good feeling, at all.
“So, I need help in chemistry and I was wondering if you could help me, with… stuff, you know?” I was surprise by his request as I’m not good at all in chemistry. But he probably doesn’t know that.
“I would like to help you, but i’m failing in chemistry so I can’t do much for you.” I was ready for him to answer something so I could mind my own business again, but he didn’t.
“Oh, you know, it’s okay. You can still come by my house. We won’t have to study.” His rested his hand against the locker to our left, his face leaning closer to me. It took me a moment to realize what he was talking about, and I couldn’t be more disgusted.
“Are you kidding me? Won’t happen for anything in the world.” My voice suddenly raised with how angry I was at him. His friends started laughing at him, at how I rejected him.
“What the fuck guys? Stop!” He looked back at me with anger in his eyes. “A slut like you will come back and beg for it at some point.” His voice was so loud that it stopped many conversation around us. People were staring at us. No sounds were coming out of my mouth at this point. “What? Don’t have anything to say now?” His arms were wide open, like he was confronting me to fight back.
I looked around me to find comforting eyes, but everyone was just waiting for me to make a move. My mouth was hang open, shocked by the humiliation. Eventually, my eyes laid on Jeff in the crowd of people.
“Are you waiting for my dick with your mouth open like that?” At this point, I just couldn’t take it anymore.
“What the fuck?” I stepped closer to him. “Stop it!” I started pushing him back with the little strength I had. “Who do you think you are!?” I kept pushing him harder. More people were coming around us to see what was happening.
I just kept screaming at him, letting my anger out, when at some point I felt a pair of arms around my waists, pushing me back. I barely saw who it was, they already had their back in front of me, facing Montgomery.
“What the hell, man? What do you think you’re doing here?” Jeff was the one standing in front of me, defending me. No respond was heard from Montgomery.
“Let’s go.” He finally said. He passed by me with his friends, his eyes still filled with anger.
“Let’s go people, there’s nothing to see.” Jeff stated to the crowd that started to dissolve. He then faced me, putting his hands on my shoulders, a worry look on his face. “Are you okay?”
“Humiliated.” I was looking at the floor, so embarrassed to look at him after what happened.
“Hey.” He lifted my head up with his hand. “Montgomery is an ass, you can’t let what he said bring you down.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” As my respond wasn’t that convincing, he took a step closer and took me in his arms. His embrace was very comforting, with his hand stroking my hair and the other on my back. I could have stopped time to stay like this a little longer.
The last bell of the day rang, letting everyone know it was time to go home. We moved away from each other, and he faced me with an adorable smile. I couldn’t help but smile back at him and blushed.
“Do you need a ride home?” He asked to me, nicely.
“Actually, yes.” I answered, taking the opportunity offered to me.
Hi you! Hope you enjoy this little blurb. It came super spontaneously and without any planning.
Plot: Y/N can’t understand why H never looks at her.
This gorgeous picture isn’t mine.
Harry would never know what to say when his eyes met hers. The moment his orbs found her sparkling ones, he was drowning, flying and falling. All of it at once and all of it with only one target: Love. When Harry looked into her eyes, he could feel himself grow love for her, a much stronger and more passionate love that was appropriate. Harry was her friend, after all. Just a friend. Her shining orbs were his weakness and could always read him like an open book. If he were to maintain eye contact for too long then he was sure she would notice the raw emotion in his, the small twitch in his lips that longed to meet hers and how his cheeks blushed. He knew he couldn’t let his emotions show. Her rejection would mean losing her and losing her would mean his end.
So… Harry didn’t look into her eyes. It might be a silly solution but at this point he had no idea what else he could do. His eyes would be focused on her lips, hands or hair. Anywhere really. He craved her with all that was him, which was just why he needed to distance himself.
And she had started to notice. She couldn’t understand his strange behavior, just like she couldn’t understand the sting of jealousy in her chest whenever she watched him smile and speak to other women, women with whom he had no trouble locking eyes with. Sometimes her stomach turned when she noticed how he’d been maintaining eye contact with the same woman for almost an hour. What had Alexa Chung once said? When he looks at you, it feels like staring into the face of a lighthouse. Could be true. It’s not like he let her find out for herself the way he was avoiding her eyes with everything he’s got.
“Are you mad at me?” The words slipped from her lips before she could stop them.
Harry was standing next to her, a drink in his hand and his eyes set on the painting on the wall. When her words reached his ears, he tensed.
“Mad?” he asked, confusion evident in his tone, “No, m’not. Why would you think so?”
She shrugged. “Feels like your avoiding me.”
“Been with you all day, love.” Harry’s hips knocked into hers in a playful nudge, but his smile dropped when he noticed the frown deeply set into her forehead and how her fingers were twitching.
His body turned to hers and his hand found the small of her back, drawing her in just a tiny bit closer. “I’m not avoiding you. Sorry that I made you feel as if I were, love.”
“I know you’re not physically avoiding me. That’s not what I meant.” he heard her murmur.
She didn’t make sense. But he understood. Of course she’d noticed the lack of attention he’d given her, how he hadn’t looked at her. She desired nothing more than his green and intelligent eyes on her and that was just what she was denied.
“Did I do something?”
Harry’s face crumbled with her quiet whimper. He shook his head and reached for her hand, pulling her away from the people surrounding them and into a quiet hallway where he knew they could talk in private. Once they reached his destination he gently pushed her up against the wall, making sure she wouldn’t run away.
“Darling,” he whispered, “sweetheart, love. I’m sorry.”
“You never look at me,” she spoke with a pout on her lips and the frown deepening, “Never. And it’s frustrating, Harry.”
Her words tugged at his heart and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this bad. Guilt for having made her worry ate at his insides and he found himself cradle her face before he could rethink it. Her cheek felt hot under his hand and her skin soft. His mouth fell open and his heartbeat sped up. But not even now could he look into her eyes.
She sighed with disappointment and whined. “Harry.”
“M’sorry!” he groaned, “S’not easy for me, okay? Looking at you, I mean.”
“Ouch,” she smiled half-heartily.
He rolled his eyes. “You’re beautiful and you know it. I wasn’t implying anything else. What I mean is that looking at you… it burns. It feels like my heart is set on fire.”
“Why?” she asked, her mind heavy with unfriendly thoughts.
He couldn’t find an answer to her question. His nerves were going crazy and his skin prickled. What could he say? What should he say? The truth, maybe, but she wouldn’t want him anymore, would she? Or maybe… One look at her lips sufficed. He groaned. Perhaps actions did say more than words. Her breath hitched. She hadn’t expected him to kiss her, but before she could catch up with it, his lips were on hers, his hands in her hair and his body pressed flush against her own. She didn’t mind him crushing her into the wall but instead rejoiced at the warmth spreading in her tummy. Harry smelled wonderful, his skin was soft under her touch and the quiet noises his lips made whenever he deepened the kiss drove her insane. He moaned when her hands pulled at his hair and her knees weakened.
“Harry,” she gasped, “Need-need to breathe, love, please.”
Reluctantly he allowed her to pull away, amazed by how pink her soft lips looked and by how good she looked with her neck marked by his kiss.
“Look at me,” she complained, her eyes rolling in frustration but a she couldn’t help smiling.
Harry grinned, finally allowing his eyes to meet hers. How had he denied himself her warm stare for so long?
“Don’t think I’ll ever look anywhere else again,” Harry confessed with a sigh.
Pairing: Reader x Bucky Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: Period talk, fluff
A/N: I wasn’t sure if this was exactly a request, but I laughed at the ask and couldn’t resist writing a oneshot about it!
A sharp stabbing pain in your lower abdomen jerks you from sleep. Before you can let out a low groan of pain, a high pitched shriek pierces your ears, emanating from behind you. Snapping your head around, you see your boyfriend staring at your bed sheets in horror.
“Buck?” you say, wondering what was so horrifying it made him scream like a school child,
“Oh god, doll,” Bucky’s head snaps up and his eyes meet yours. In the blink of an eye he’s navigated his way around the bed and is kneeling in front of you, “Oh god, what happened?”
Your brows knit together in confusion as you watch him extend and retract his hand from your body, like he wanted to touch you but was scared to, “What’re you-?”
Any side of the love square; "Not to bag on male models, but I just met one at a party who didn't know what a caterpillar was."
“Not to bag on male models, but I just met one at a party who didn’t know what a caterpillar was,” Chat Noir laughed as they sat side by side on top of the arc de triomphe.
“You’re joking,” Ladybug said back giving him a light nudge in the arm, “no one is that stupid.”
“I swear, he thought I was making it up,” Chat replied raising one hand and crossing the other over his heart, “it was truly a sad moment to bear witness to. This is what happens when you tell people all they have to do to be successful is look pretty.”
“So what were you doing at a party with airheaded male models anyways Chaton?” Ladybug asked with a playful smile.
“Would you believe me if I said I was one of those airheaded male models?” Chat grinned wiggling his eyebrows for good measure.
“Not in a million years.”
“Ok, well then would you believe me if I said I was there with the catering staff?”
“That sounds more likely,” she laughed. “So was it fun watching the exploits of the rich and vapid?”
“Oh yeah,” Chat laughed nervously, “it was a great time, serving champagne striking up some conversations, getting a few autographs, hanging with the staff in the kitchen, you know, all the usual stuff.”
Ladybugs smile morphed into a puzzled frown and she stared at him. “You’ve never worked a day of actual catering in your life have you?”
“Oh my god, you’re actually a model…”
“Give me a fandom/ship and a sentence of dialogue and I will do a paragraph/short scene.”
Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.
the war Bucky always liked kids and always imagined having a few of his own.
But now? Kids were usually afraid of him and the ones that weren’t afraid,
their parents wouldn’t let they get close. Bucky knew how much you liked kids
and seeing you with your nephew at dinner last night warmed his heart.
the dinner you kept doing silly faces to Julian and telling him little secrets.
This opened something in his mind that he never thought that he would have
again, the possibility of a family.
were so happy yesterday and he wanted to make you happy even that he was
terrified. After your mother left the room, you pull him into a tight hug “We
are gonna have so much fun.” You whisper in his ear, he can feel how excited
you are and somehow this makes his fears disappear.
Characters: Reader (Erin, but I don’t think I mentioned her name actually), Chris Evans
Pairing: Chris x Reader
Warnings: Fear of getting older, nudity, implied smut (well maybe a bit more than implied but it is pretty tame) otherwise just fluff.
Word Count: 1200ish
A/N: This is for Erin aka @blacktithe7. It’s her birthday today and this is me (and Chris) wishing her a very happy one. I love you Erin and I hope you had a great day today!
Thanks to @percywinchester27 for betaing this one for me (and Ana says: I love you too Erin).
Also sorry for the crappy title - hopefully the one shot is better than then that one.
Chris had wanted the two of you to go somewhere special today. He had suggested one restaurant after another. He had suggested weekend getaways and vacations but truth be told, you hadn’t been in the mood to do much this year. You just wanted this day to pass and get on with your life. A birthday was just a day right? At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself as you laid in bed alone that morning.
You weren’t sure where Chris was, but him not being here had you kinda worried that he had not listened to you. You loved that he wanted to surprise you, and you loved him more than anything, but you had been serious when you had said you didn’t wanna go anywhere on your birthday. You knew however, that if he had made plans, that sweet smile of his would be able to convince you to do just about anything. You wouldn’t have the heart to say no to him, so you really hoped and prayed that your boyfriend had taken you seriously. That he was just out for a run or something, and not planning some huge gesture, like you knew he really wanted to do.
You groaned and pushed yourself out of bed, calling out for him with no answer. It was 10 am. It wasn’t like him to not be home at this hour, which only made you all the more worried.
Despite the fact that the reader is just a teenager, she has bigger problems, some of them unable to handle.
Also when the Jason Blossom’s case starts to become an attractive mystery to her, she looks for someone else to help her which leads her to Jughead Jones.
► Pair: Jughead Jones x Reader
► Word Count: 1,668
► Warnings: none
► A/N: Hello and welcome to the first part of the new Jughead Jones’ series. I hope you like and enjoy it, if that’s the case, let me know! I will appreciate it a lot and also I would know if I should start working on the next part! Tags are opened!
Riverdale high school. First class in the morning.
The students start to fill the classrooms. Some of
them are sleepy, as if they still were on their beds. Some others were ready to
keep learning another day more and the rest just hated to be there.
You couldn’t be put in none of the groups mentioned
before. You were just there. Ready for the classes? Of course. Eager for them? Not
that much, at least usually. First class on Mondays were always an exception.
Your favorite subject; psychology.
You were sitting in the placed you always used to
occupy since the very first day without a partner by your side. Not that you
didn’t have friends at all, you just knew how to enjoy loneliness most of the
Imagine Jensen being a nervous goofball at your wedding rehearsal.
Characters: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: Fluff, mild wedding angst
Word Count: 1.7k
A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic FIFTEEN. The line requested was, The line “Do I really say awesome a lot?” was requested by @iwrotemyownending . It will be highlighted in the fic. I combined it with a gif I just fell in love with. Hope you enjoy it! It kind of came out of NOWHERE. It’s a little cliche, but I love it. Thanks for celebrating with me!
So in sesong 3 we had a theme of parallel universes, right?
Well I think the trailer for sesong 4 is setting us up for some chaos theory, more specifically: the Butterfly Effect.
(I’m exhausted so I won’t go into details. I just wanted to get the base idea out. I got the idea from seeing this post.)
The Butterfly Effect can be, if we simplify it enough, summarised this way: a butterfly flapping its wings could end up causing a tsunami on the other side of the globe. The idea that a seemingly small and/or insignificant action somewhere in the universe could trigger a chaotic chain reaction that will lead to a bigger and/or significant event.
In Sana’s trailer, we witness a sort of domino effect (only the difference between the domino effect and the butterfly effect is, how I understand it, that the domino effect is when one event sets off a chain of similar events whereas the butterfly effect has the chaotic element to it that makes the events triggered not necessarily similar or “chained” -> there’s no logical “suite”, no uninterrupted string, something unpredictable in the grand scheme of things: butterflies flap their wings all the time, yet not all of them end up “creating tsunamis”): her tripping Noora triggers a series of events that end up making Even bleed.
We see Sana seemingly in control of the reaction. The trailer ends with her smiling knowingly at us. But that’s the reversed series of events.
Sana smiles before tripping Noora, indicating positive intent: we know Sana is not mean or “evil”, we know how much she cares for her friends,we know how clever she is. So we understand her smile as playful and her stare as knowing. But the chain of events seems to get a bit out of control, ending up in bloodshed. Maybe that was her intent all along. Maybe she knew (magic hijab I’m looking at you!) somehow that Even would end up with a nose bleed and she made it happen for some higher purpose that is unclear to us yet. But I think that would be another show. SKAM has been a very realistic show with realistic characters. No supernatural element (even the oui-ja board outing Isak can be explained really simply). I think Julie’s “shit’s about to go down” and the trailer is giving us an indication that there is chaos ahead. That not everything will go according to plan but please
Don’t jump to conclusions before THE conclusion. Don’t be like Isak who initially believed Sonja and misunderstood Even’s intent.
Don’t misunderstand whatever is about to happen.
You know how Julie loves her parallels and how much care she puts in closing plot lines, closing loops. I strongly believe we’re going to come full circle at the end of sesong 4. Full circle of a series of chaotic events triggered by our characters existing in the universe of SKAM. See the first clip of sesong 1 as a stone thrown into a lake. The undulations it caused are ending: disappearing on the surface of the water after initially expanding.
I’ve lost him once, I can’t lose him twice (Newt x Reader)
Pairing: Newt Scamander/Reader
Warnings: Kinda angsty I guess
A/N: First imagine, I hope you to enjoy it English isn’t my mother language so sorry if there are grammatical mistakes
Request: Nope, this is because I’m trash
PD: God, I got a lot of trouble and I had to erased the original account where I post this and made other, so stressful, but here it is again! (Sorry for the ones who read and comment the original, love you peaches )
It was like you were the world’s favorite joke.
Like, how many chances are to fall head over heels for your best friend, twice?
Maybe one in a million, and you had to be the one, funny isn’t it? Yes, it isn’t.
Or maybe you didn’t fall in love twice, maybe you just never stopped loving him.
Newt Scamander was the cute loving Hufflepuff; with floppy cinnamon hair, beautiful hazel eyes and a sky of freckles that played along with his breathtaking shy smile; you got the luck to met in your first year at Hogwarts, and you became best friends really quickly, it was almost like a click. You two lived uncountable adventures like escape to the forbidden forest or hide a Niffler in his dorm.
He was your happiness, and you was his. An unbreakable friendship, or at least that was what you thought until third year. It was suppose to be wonderful, finally you’ll be able to receive Care of Magical Creatures, just you and Newt and a whole world of your beloved creatures.
That was the idea, but then, Leta Lestrange came into your life like a tornado, unexpected and destructive. At first you didn’t want to make it a big deal, trying to be a good friend and not to “monopolize” Newt, besides, by that time you were a little reluctant about your more than friendly feelings towards Newt, so you wanted to take it easy. The problem began when it wasn’t so easy to ignore how your escapes to the forbidden forest became hers, or when your dozens of hours of talking with Newt about whatever, became dozens of hours talking about Leta.
And it hurt, it was like feeling a Crucio curse over and over again, and after almost two years in the same situation, you couldn’t take it any more, and you two started to distance, and he became more and more attached to Leta, while you were suffering because of the realization that you had fell in love with your best friend, and you just lost him.
It was the beginning of the sixth year when Newt and you talked again, all the cabins at the Hogwarts’ Express were full, except for one, one you got to share with Newt, apparently Leta decided to spend the Christmas break at Hogwarts. At the begging there was a uncomfortable silence and a lot of stolen glances, then you started a really weird conversation, but it ended in laughs, like the beautiful old times… But you had to screw it.
Maybe you weren’t in all your senses when you brought up the subject of you two, and then Leta, you just couldn’t stop talking, it was almost a confession about your feelings, telling him how much you had miss him, and how Leta seems unfair with him sometimes, that she was just breaking your friendship, but you felt relieved because you were you, and Newt was Newt, and he would never get angry at you, right?
He didn’t yell at you, but you could felt his distressed icy voice stabbing your heart.
“For Merlin’s Beard Y/N, you can’t just dump me whenever you want and then return telling me that my, actually true fiend, is taking advantage of me. Can you please, I’m begging you, let me be happy, can you?”
A silent tear fell from his cheek while he abandoned the cabin in a race, you really didn’t notice the tears rolling down your face without any control until the Express’s whilst wake you up, until it was too late to run after Newt.
It was the last time you talked to him, you even didn’t see each other, it was officially over, he didn’t care about you, and you didn’t have to either, but you couldn’t help but care, far, far away you kept an eye on him, to make sure he was fine, sometimes you would find him sleep in the library and put a blanket over him, or a hot coco in his desk, although, he always thought it was Leta.
And you’re fine with that, looking after him in silence.
But you must break that silencie when you found out he was being expelled.
So you run.
You run as fast as you could.
Even when the salty water blur your eyes, you kept running, trying to catch the train whose whistle started to announce its departure.
His head pop out of a window, his teary eyes widen at your picture, running out of breath after him.
“I never dump you! I never stopped caring! I will always care!”
A small smile appeared in his sad face, his soft eyes were seeing directly to yours “I will owl you!” He said before disappearing from your vision.
“I love you…”
And you didn’t see Newt for years, sometimes you owl each other, but it wasn’t constant, you just know he had became a Magizoologist, and you’re so happy for him, actually you worked in the same department as him in the Ministry of Magic, but you entered by the time he was already in some sort of trip, so you never saw each other.
Until you got a new work, apparently someone in your division who was writing a book of magical creatures, make some “minor” disturbances in New York during his trip, your assignment was to assist and monitor him.
Big was your surprise when you found out that your new coworker was no one but Newton Artemis Fido Scamander, your best friend, your first love, the one you have “recovered from”.
“Newton” you said with a high pitch of surprise.
“Y/N” he smiled with gleaming eyes “You can call me Newt, you know?” A playful shy smile was painted in his freckled face.
And from that moment there was that “click” again, but this time, you will do it the right way, you wouldn’t fall for him, so you wouldn’t lost him.
Except that you didn’t do it the right way.
You actually fall for him, again.
But how could someone not fall for the caring, loving, handsome, shy, fantastic, quirky and absolutely adorable Magizoologist?
And that’s why you couldn’t blame Tina for falling for him too.
Apparently Newt has the same feelings for her.
So the story was repeating.
But you’re going to be strong, and do it the right way, you couldn’t get distant with Newt, again, you couldn’t lost him.
But nooo, you suck doing the right way in this too.
You sight as you see the hot coco in your mug.
“Oh hun, please stop.” Said Queenie, the poor legilimens who has been all the week listening to your useless thoughts because you have been remembering your story with Newt all over again.
Maybe it was because you sure was losing Newt again!
“Maybe you should talk to him.”
“I don’t know Queenie… you know I have already lost him… And I don’t want to do it again…” The blonde and you had met in your Hogwarts years, but only by letters, you got involved in a funny event where you send an owl randomly and you met someone new from every part of the world, Queenie received yours, since then you had been owling each other.
You were surprised but mostly glad when Newt returned to New York with you to make a visit to the Goldstein sisters, and find out that this Queenie was actually the Queenie you knew, because it didn’t matter if you haven’t met her in person until that day, to you, Queenie Goldstein was your best friend.
“Oh dear, you’re my best friend too! How sweet!”
You blush slightly and chuckle, the bubbly character of Queenie always cheer you up.
“Newt will be jealous if he finds out!”
Your face fades a little, sure he was going to, but just because of friendship.
“Oh hun! I’m sorry I didn’t meant to… You… Well, I insist you to talk with Newt.”
You look at her, maybe she was right… Queenie was right most part of the time.
The legilimens laughed. “Well thank you!”
“Yeah… Maybe I should talk to Newt about this, even if he doesn’t see me the way I see him, also some time together could bright me up!”
“Yes! Now got into that case!”
Now you laugh, it was feeding time anyway.
“Thanks Queenie! You’re the best!” you said before going into the case, jumping a little.
“Oh, I know” Queenie smiled, suddenly her face went pale and her smile faded.
You were in Newt’s small shed, rolling up the sleeves of your working shirt, when someone open the door that separated the comfy room from a fantastic world full of the creatures that you utterly love. The handsome magizoologist made his appearance being completely adorable.
“Hi!” you greeted smiling “It’s feeding time! Also, can I talk to you about something?”
“Um, sure” his lopsided smile appeared in his face. “But, erm, it’s just that I’ve already feed the animals, with Tina.”
“Oh…” by the corner of your eye you could see Tina behind Newt, holding hands with him.
“It’s okay right? It’s just, I needed to talk some stuff with her and… Merlin’s beard, a-are you mad?”
You were staring directly to the floor, trying to hide your face. “Oh… Oh no, Newt, i-it’s fine” you forced a smile to him “Honestly I’m like super glad, I was too tired today! Now that I don’t have anything to do, I will go up an rest. Bye!” You climb up quickly and run out of the building just to collide into Queenie, who was in the front door fixing her scarf.
“A-Are you going out?” You said cleaning your tears, it was useless to lied to her, she was a legilimens.
Queenie nod with a sympathetic smile. “I’m going to MACUSA for some papers, and then I’ll visit Jacob, do you wanna come?”
“I sure want to” you link your arm with hers and you to stared to walk, you really needed distraction.
The walk with the blonde really helped, you were amazed by the architecture of the MACUSA building, and Jacob’s pastries really helped lighten your mood, the owner of the bakery decided to walk you home.
So the five of you were currently having dinner in a, little, uncomfortable silence.
“You know? Y/N went with me to MACUSA!” Queenie exclaimed out of nowhere, you lift up your face with curiosity.
“Oh nice! Did you like it?” Tina smiled at you excited.
“Oh, yes, the architecture is very catching” you said shyly playing with a baby carrot in your plate.
“Well Y/N just looked interested in architecture, but some Aurors looked more interested in Y/N” Queenie said with a playful demeanor.
Your ears went red.
“Queenie!” you scold ashamed.
“Oh! And then, at the bakery, a bunch of no-majs were thinking a little bit loud about Y/N too!”
Newt seemed to flinch, you looked at him with curiosity, why did he reacted that way…? Your mind managed to create a lot of theories and conspiracies.
Then you see it.
Tina’s arm had brushed Newt’s. That was why he flinched, because he was shy and cute, and skin contact with another human affected him in such a beautiful way…
“Yeah… I-It was funny” you smiled a little “Jacob’s delicious creations has already satisfied my appetite, so sorry” you excuse yourself and went to Newt’s and yours bedroom.
You went down into the case, just to stopped to see Leta’s picture, it still hurts that Newt has a photo of Leta but none of you…
A sigh scape from your mouth as you went to the Niffler’s cave, the little pest was so nice at you. The furry animal curled up at your chest when you carry him in a hug.
“Hey there buddy…” you said rubbing his belly, he made content sounds making you chuckle. “You know? I wish I could be a Niffler, to stole Newt’s shiny golden heart…”
You see the small creature as a tear rolled down to your sad smile.
“Why was Leta a better Niffler than me?” You sit against the Niffler’s habitat cooing him. “I mean, I understand that Tina is a better Niffler, she is so cool and badass and just… I dunno, although Leta was badass too… Maybe it’s because I’m clumsy sometimes? Or do I cry too much?” you looked up to the sky “I’m a terrible little pest… Maybe I should have stayed away from Newt, I would like to run away…”
The Niffler make a little squeak, afraid of losing you.
You chuckle hugging him more “But I have you… And all the creatures, the case… Everything… Newt…” you sight while your voice cracked “Newt… Why did I had to fall in love with him…?” you cried, stressed “At Hogwarts I thought It was just a crush, but all this time, I never move from him, what does that means? That I will love him forever?” You lift up the Niffler trying to figure out an answer.
“I certainly hope so…” a well-known voice said behind you.
Slowly, but like, really slowly, you turn around to see Newt’s head pop out behind the Niffler’s tree.
“O-Oh my god… I didn’t, I-I wasn’t… I… I…” you covered your face trying to hide your shame, the Niffler run into his shiny cave, like giving you two some privacy.
You looked at him, making the effort to not break at his sight “I-Im so sorry, I-I didn’t meant to ruin our friendship, and I don’t want anything to change! I know you would never liked me back and that’s why I never told you! We can just pretend you didn’t heard anything!” you smiled, in an attempt to be strong.
“I’m tired of pretending, Y/N…”
Your heart broke a little, the fear running through your veins.
“S-So… Y-You want me to disap-”
Newt interrupted you abruptly.
“I’m tired of pretending I’m not in love with you, Y/N.”
Your eyes widened as you opened your mouth in surprise. “Y-You… You what?” Were you dreaming?
“I’m completely in love with my best friend, with you.”
“But you and Tina…” in your mind, this wasn’t making any sense.
Newt sigh walking in front of you, he helped you stand up holding you close to him.
“Yeah, that’s true, I was attracted to Tina, and also to Leta, but it’s not like what I feel for you, and I thought they could make my feelings go away… But they couldn’t, and I didn’t notice how much did it hurt you…” you could notice the glossy regret in his eyes as he caresses your cheek. “I… Queenie show me your letters to her… The ones were you told her how sad you were when Leta came, and how you cared about me in silence even though I always thought it was Leta, I also notice the marks of tears in the paper…” he sighed “Oh Y/N… I’m so sorry, I was so… So confused, and mad, because when I decided to tell you my feelings you started to get away, and I thought it was because you’re tired of me, and that you could never love me… But I didn’t realize I was the one that was pushing you back…”
You wanted to say something, but all this information gathering into your brain was to much to stated an understandable sentence, so you just stared directly at Newt’s eyes, at those beautiful green sea eyes that shines with a hint of ambar like a sun.
“And I didn’t notice either that it was happening again… I don’t love Tina… She is a really good friend, she was helping me to get over my feelings with you because I couldn’t take it anymore and I didn’t wanted to lose you…”
Newt looked directly in to your eyes, you move your hand softly and stroke his cheek, then in a delicate movement you pinched his cheek.
He flinched at the sudden attack. “What was that for?”
“I wanted to make sure I wasn’t dreaming…”
A little smile spread across your face as Newt’s thumb cleaned away your sad tears.
You cut him off, brushing your lips against his in a subtle, sweet movement, like an invitation for a dance, which Newt gladly accepted when he placed his hands around your waist, pulling you as closer as he could and shutting down his eyes to concentrate in the feeling of your lips, as the beat of your hearts started to race, the rhythm of the dance became more passionated, you and Newt had a perfect synchrony, the perfect match.
As the dance finished and you two pull out to breath, it was everything understood. You and Newt smiled to each other in a silent agreement. He pull you into a hug, ready to live the love you two have deserved for so many years.
Neither of you were going to lose each other, never.
You and him, started dancing again.
“Why don’t you have a photo of me like Leta’s?”
Newt sight as he searched for something in his peacock blue coat, the he suddenly take out a A6 sized album full of photos of you two and just you.
“Oh…” you blushed.
“Wait, I think I have other photos here” he searched again, making you chuckle.
“Oh! You really love me, don’t you Mr. Scamander?”
“Just a smidge” he said with a happy flattered smile.
Omg it’s my first fanfic ever xD I hope that it was okay and you had enjoyed it, pls tell me what I could do better! Thank you guys I really love this fandom! (Yeah, I’m kind of new in HP community, but so far it’s beautiful )
Be a limited edition in this world full of cheap copies!
And remember, your existences matters.