A/N: This was in my drafts and like I promised, here it is. Idk if ill write anymore, just depends on how i feel i guess. And go follow my personal tumblr if you want, i post pics of me and my dogs usually. @rora811
Warnings: None, fluff, slight angst i guess.
You snorted at the conversation you were having with your friends. “No way!” Veronica exclaimed. “I’m being totally serious.” Jughead stated with a wry grin. The current topic was about Jughead’s dog, and how “untrainable” he was.
“There is no way he chewed through that bed. I helped you pick it out!” You exclaimed.
Jughead placed a hand on his heart. “Scouts honor.” “Oh shut up Jug, you were never a Boy Scout.”
“You never knew because I burned all the evidence.” He snapped at Archie. Betty just laughed.
“Oh come on. It said extra durable, chew proof, and was verified for heavy chewers like your dog. What the hell.” You said.
“I honestly don’t know how he did it. I left the room for like 5 minutes to make a sandwich and when I came back it was in shreds on the floor.” Jughead sighed. “Back to using old towels for him I guess."
The four of you finally made it to Pop’s where you all sat in your favorite booth.
After ordering, you all continued to make small talk about upcoming exams and such as other people form school came into the regular hangout spot.
You all heard a loud gloating voice and groaned.
There he was, Reggie Mantle, in all of his annoying glory. He made eye contact with you and smirked as he stalked over to your table.
"Hey guys.” he said maliciously. “Hey Reg.” Archie greeted, he being the only one who was semi-friends with them. Reggie made eye contact with you again before speaking.
“Soooo, there’s a party going on later, at my place. And I just wanted to take the precious time out of my day to invite you all.”
Everyone’s eyebrows shot up with suspicion. “And why would we ever want to go?” Jughead asked bluntly.
“Hey it’s just an invitation. Do what you want with it.” He said with his hands up in surrender.
“Well, how about you take your invitation and shove it up your-.” “We’ll go!” Betty interrupted with a fake smile.
You all looked at her in shock. “Yeah, we’ll all go. Just text Archie the address.” She said as Reggie grinned and walked off.
Two glares were sent towards Betty. Specifically, you and Jughead.
“Oh come on Betty, you know parties aren’t my scene.” You complained. “Yeah, I mean this is by far the worst idea you’ve ever had.” Jughead agreed with you.
“Guys, we never get out! Come on, we’re sophomores. And how do we spend our Friday Nights, staying home and watching Netflix?” “
Hey! I’m totally ok with that.” You said. “Yeah, me too.” Jughead added.
“Well I agree with Betty.” Veronica said. She stood up from the booth and gestured for you and Betty to do the same. “Come on girls. We’ll get ready together and then meet the boys at Reggie’s.” Your shoulders slumped.
“But-.” “No buts y/n. Now come on, I’m not taking no for an answer.”
She was about to walk off when she suddenly stopped and turned towards the boys. “If you both are not there, I will personally find you and drag you there myself.” She threatened, pointedly at Jughead.
The next thing you knew, you were being dragged out of Pop’s as you heard a loud groan from Jughead.
Veronica took you and Betty to her house, which was rather large. Once you made it to her room you gasped. It was about as big as your house. Betty was doing the same thing.
“Oh this? This is nothing compared to our old house in New York, now come on, let’s find you two some dresses.”
She threw open the doors to her closet and immediately started digging. She threw a couple dresses at Betty insisting she gontrt them on as she searched for something for you. She was satisfied once she pulled out a light blue dress, a red dress, and black dress.
She handed them to you and pointed towards the bathroom for you to get them on.
You looked at yourself in the mirror and groaned, not believing you were actually going through with this. With another heavy sigh, you quickly undressed and pulled on the blue dress.
You stepped out of the bathroom for the other girl’s opinion.
“I don’t know… I don’t think blue is your color.” Betty said as she looked. “Yeah… try the red one on!” Veronica ordered as you nodded in defeat and went back into the dreaded bathroom.
You zipped up the red dress and walked out again, this time striking a pose. Both Betty and Veronica scrunched there noses.
“Yeah, I don’t think that’s the right one either.”
“Oh come on,” you struck an even more awkward pose. “You don’t think this one’s it?” They laughed and pushed you back into the bathroom with only one more option.
You put on the black dress and looked at yourself. You actually liked this one. You stepped out of the bathroom shyly and awaited the opinions.
"Oh my god, I love it.“ Veronica said as she rushed over and examined everything. "Ooooh yes, that one’s it. It fits you perfectly y/n!” Betty commented making you smile.
It fit very nicely, hugged your figure, and made your boobs look pretty great. For the next two hours, you all fussed over shoes, makeup, and hair.
Once you were all satisfied with your looks, you all carpooled to the address Archie had sent over. You met up with your other two friends outside, where Jughead stood there silently hating the world as you all walked in.
There was a bunch of people from school standing around in their own groups of friends.
When you five walked in, Reggie looked up to see who entered and grinned when he saw you.
He left his little group to come and greet all of you. “Archie what’s up man?” He asked as they did the bro hug thing.
He turned to you. “Y/n… you’re looking very fine this evening.” You felt uncomfortable under his stare.
Veronica noticed and grabbed your’s and Betty’s arms. “Come on ladies, lets party.” She said and dragged you away. You three started to walk around, mingled with other people drank punch, had fun.
About an hour into the party, someone suggested a game of seven minutes in heaven.
Of course Veronica forced both you and Betty to play. In total, about 20 or so kids were playing. You all sat in a circle as kids took turns spinning a bottle and then disappearing into a closet for the next seven minutes.
When it was your turn to spin you sighed heavily, not knowing what to expect. The bottle went in circles, taunting you as it chose who you would be in the closet with. When it finally stopped you were filled with dread as you saw him grin.
"I-I don’t want to.“ You muttered to Veronica who didn’t care and shoved you towards Reggie and the closet. He took your hand gently and led you inside the dark space. The door was closed behind you and someone shouted from the other side, "seven minutes starting!"
You sighed quietly as you stood not even a foot away from the tall jock. "Why don’t you like me?” He asked sincerely as you looked up to meet his dark eyes in the tinted darkness.
“Because you’re an ass to people.” You answered simply.
"I’m not an ass to you.“ He said. You snorted. "Is that supposed to mean something. You can tell a lot about someones character by the way they treat others.” You stated as his eyes met yours again.
“What if I start being nice to other people, you know, stop being an ass."
You weren’t expecting that. "For what? What’s this all about Reggie?” You asked.
It was very quiet for a minute or two before he spoke again. “I really like you.” He whispered. You gulped. “You would change the way you act… for me?” He nodded.
You smiled softly as you looked down.
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” You asked as you subconsciously stepped a bit closer to him. He leaned down and is lips were only inches from yours. “I’d do anything, to make you mine.” He breathed before connecting your lips.
You made no move to pull away as you liplocked. You enjoyed his kiss as he moved his lips against yours expertly. You weren’t expecting that either.
The door opened quickly giving you no time to jumps way from each other, but you did, clumsily.
The other students laughed as they watched you both walk out of the closet. You saw Reggie about to open is mouth so you grabbed his hand, holding it in yours.
He looked down at you shocked, but kept quiet as you both walked out of the closet, together.
“Only trust yourself.” “Does he normally just lie on the floor like that without moving?” “I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling a little poorly.” “I have a deep understanding of the human psyche, at least that’s what Freud always said.” “Mad men rarely make sense, mostly they just hate.” “Marriage is a wonderful institution… not that I would know.” “Last chance to save yourself.” “A regrettable choice of words,” “Is he more of a flower or cologne man?” “Pretty boy, get your team ready.” “Right, we should… join the party.” “Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self.” “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, ____.” “For almost a century, I’ve closed myself to feeling anything for anyone.” “You’ve unlocked something in me.” “They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite.” “I need your strength.” “Let me spell it out for you, I wanted to see you again.” “I’m not being cryptic, I’m being coy.” “Come in. And try not to murder any of my guests.” “True love cannot die.” “He hated us enough to kill us all.” “I love a challenge.” “I’m tired of you only wanting me around when you need something.” “You’ve inflicted worse.” “This fight’s far from over.” “To us.” “So if you were planning on teaching yourself the lambada on a greased platform over a pit full of knives, I wouldn’t.” “There’s no turning back.” “Maybe you should start living for yourself, do what’s in your heart.” “Your heart beats faster when they walk by, your skin tingles every time they enter a room…” “The good suffer, the evil flourish, and all that is mortal passes away,” “I know you feel what I feel.” “When things get crazy, don’t push me away.” “You continue to surprise me.” “You should leave him here. I could hang hats on him and things.” “I don’t care how many people you haven’t been with.” “I’m not okay, because you’re not okay.” “But you are different, and it’s a good thing.”
Prompt: Something on how everyone loves Batmom’s hair. And the boys know that when going out they have to look perfect with her around. Honestly just work your magic, I’d be fine if you just put her having a hard time getting the boys ready for a gala
“They are your children, Bruce Wayne.” Bruce does his best to bite back a grin, as he finishes tying his tie. You pull your dress on and turn your back to your husband, “Can you help me zip this, please?”
He smiles at you in the mirror, before giving up on his tie. He guides the zipper up, his fingers leading it up with a warm trail against your skin. You do your best to fight down the shiver that wants to consume you.
Turning around you narrow your eyes at him, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to Mister Wayne.”
Bruce smirks at you before giving you his best innocent eyes. “I have no idea what you mean, Mrs. Wayne,” he practically purrs the words.
You roll your eyes before tying his tie for him, “I organized this fundraiser Bruce. I’ve spent months on it, making sure it’s perfect, and it’s for a good cause.”
Bruce sighs, “I know. This function is raising money for Gotham’s orphanage. It’s going to supply a lot of the refurbishing and improvements needed. I just don’t get why we couldn’t do something more than just another ball.”
You shake your head as you sit down on the bed and pull on your shoes, “For Gotham’s fiercest crime fighter you’re very naive Bruce Wayne.”
He raises an eyebrow in question and says, “Oh really?”
“Yes, really. Most of these people want to give the money and been seen doing so. They want to dress up in their pearls, and finest, and socialize with others of their class. They don’t care about what actually has to be done. Hell, most of them are in so deep with the crime families it’s amazing that they give at all. But, this is one sure fine way to get them to open their pocketbooks.”
Bruce sighs, “Sometimes I forget that you navigate this world more than I do. You’re always the one left behind to make excuses when the boys and I run out. You’re the one that plans most of these functions.”
You smile, “It’s for a good cause.”
Bruce bends over and whispers, “A very good cause,” before kissing you. Then his hand is tangled in your hair, and you’re reaching for his bowtie to untie, when shouts sound out in the hallway.
Bruce lets out a small growl before pulling back. You grin at him before standing off the bed, and walking towards the door. You open it to find the boys wrestling down the hallway. You let out one sharp whistle and they break apart. Your hands go to your hips and you say, “Seriously? You boys aren’t even dressed yet! And we have to leave in twenty minutes!” They just keep staring at you before you ask, “What in the world are you staring at?”
Jason just says, “Is your hair supposed to look like that?”
Your brows knit together in confusion before you reach up to feel your hair, all out of place. The memory of Bruce’s fingers tangling in your hair makes you groan. You take a deep breath and say, “I know this event won’t be fun for you guys, but it is very important to me. Can you please go get ready; brush your teeth, put on deodorant, comb your hair, and put your tuxes and shoes on.”
They stare at you for a moment before they agree to go. They trudge down the hallway, and you turn to Bruce, “Can you please make sure they’re actually getting ready, and not having some giant pillow fight?”
He just smirks and asks, “Are you sure you don’t need my help fixing your hair?”
You smile and begin pushing him out the door, “You’ve done enough thank you very much. I can manage these curls on my own thank you very much.”
He just smiles, before reaching forward and gently pulling on a loose curl. It straightens for just a minute before bouncing back up. He just winks at you and says, “Personally, I like it when you let them run wild.”
Can you do a Dean imagine where Bobby called a friend to help with a case but he had to send his daughter? And it just so happens that the daughter is basically a female Dean so Sam sets them up on a date.
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You’ve always been a lone hunter. When your mom died by a
Djinn, your dad did everything he could to kill the monster. You were old
enough to know what was real and what was just in your imagination and monsters
were very much real.
Eventually, your dad killed the thing but he couldn’t stop
there. He actively searched for monsters and killed them, protecting people and
saving lives. He trained you like he was your drill sergeant so that once he
was gone, you could take over and save people.
You didn’t have much of a choice but did as you were told
anyways. Your father died not long ago and it broke your heart because you were
the one to kill him. A demon was possessing you and did awful things that you’d
rather not talk about. You busied yourself to shut the pain off but you were
broken inside. You didn’t have anyone left or anywhere to go.
Yes, you’ve met hunters along the way but they were your dad’s
friends. You’ve met Bobby Singer, Ellen and Jo, Frank and Rufus. They always
asked for your dad’s help but he was gone now. You kept everything he owned,
even his cell phone. No one but you know he died so if his phone rings, you
assumed it would be another hunter.
You always had it on you but not one phone call came in. You
were glad in a way because you liked hunting alone. You haven’t met another
hunter that was the same as you so you never tried to find them.
You were at a bar, drinking a whiskey when you heard a phone
ring. You knew that ringtone anywhere. You pulled out your dad’s phone and
gulped. You answered it, putting it to your ear.
“Hello?” You asked quietly. You didn’t know who it
was because your dad never saved any contacts.
“Is Y/D/N there?” You heard a man ask.
“I’m sorry, who is this?”
“Bobby Singer.” Your eyes widened at the name. You
hadn’t seen him since you were a small child.
“Bobby? Are you okay?” He wouldn’t be calling
unless it was an emergency.
“Who is this?” Bobby demanded.
“Y/N Y/L/N. Remember me?” You downed the rest of
your whiskey and put a twenty on the counter. You got up and walked out of the
bar and to your 1959 Cadillac Series 62.
“Y/N? It’s good to hear your voice but where is your
dad?” You bit your lip and got behind the wheel but didn’t turn the car
“Dead.” You whispered.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for calling then.”
“No, it’s fine. You always call for a reason. What’s
“I’m working a case with Sam and Dean and I could
really use your help.”
“Those are John’s boys, right? I remember you
mentioning your friend John and his kids. I’ve never met them but I’ll come out
to you. Where are you?” You grabbed a piece of paper and a pen.
“Phoenix, Arizona. How far away are you?”
“Only a few hundred miles. I’ll be there as soon as I
can.” You hung up before he could ask anything else and you sighed. Time
to hit the road again. At least you’ll be busy this time.
re/concilation. | Chat Noir/Adrien Agreste x Reader
Your chin found the palm of your hand - your cheeks inflating as you released another heavy sigh. Disappointment; fear, and anger built within you–the utmost strife twisting your stomach. Subsequent to your audible sigh; you separated your palm from your chin - waving it lazily. “Whatever–save your excuses and go already.” Ultimate remorse and sadness reflected in Adrien’s gaze - his mouth twitching awkwardly to keep from frowning.
“I’m really sorry about this. I’ll try to be back as soon as possible.” He pressed his lips to your cheek softly; causing you to fight back the urge to jerk away and act hostile. None of this was his fault–you hoped. You knew deep down that even he had secrets to hide, and that thought is the only reason you kept your faith in him so long.
“See you later then, Adrien.”
However; you were beginning to have second thoughts regarding his ‘disappearances’. Some times - you would catch him talking to a classmate with big, round blue eyes. You were an average girl, and Adrien was a cute popular guy – the possibility of him seeing another girl crossed your mind many times.
You shook your head lightly; raising your hand to wave the waiter over. At that exact moment he made his appearance - you were standing from your seat at the set table. “I’m taking my leave now.”
“If that’s what you wish; but, won’t your boyfriend be back soon?”
“Nope.” Came your immediate reply - accompanied with a stern shake of the head. “I’d rather save myself the time. Oh, and as for the bill - you can put it on the Agreste’s tab.”
“Will do. Thank you for coming and have a safe trip.”
“You don’t mind if I head off now right?”
The female adorned in red completed with black dots turned to look at him - a soft grin decorating her face. “Well look at you–found something more important than the city of Paris huh?”
His face flushed as he scratched the back of his neck with both hands - his mouth opening and closing in an effort to form words. As the former superhero let out a hearty laugh at his flustered appearance - he looked down, hoping to hide his face behind raised arms.
“Well, you aren’t denying it.” Her smile dropped as she glanced down at the dotted spray bottle in her hand–the item she’d gained from Lucky Charm in battle. “This is probably a bad time to bring this up–but I..know who you are in real life..?”
The blonde looked her in the eye once more - anxiety making his stomach churn. “Is it that obvious?”
“No–but what my point is; I’ve approached you quite a lot in my regular form..hoping you’d get the message. Now, I’ve realized that I can’t hope for that anymore - because you have someone you already love.” She fiddled with the bottle in her hands as her gaze averted from his. “Even so, our time together is limited just like yours with her is. So don’t make her wait.”
“You’re the one who stopped me..” He muttered, gazing up to the night sky. Immediately annoyed - the female superhero pointed the spray bottle at him; his hands flailing at the air above him instantaneously. “Don’t point that at me!”
With a soft sigh, her arm dropped to her side - her other hand coming up to place itself on her forehead. She forced a smile - shaking her head slightly. “You’re unbelievable.”
The boy who stood opposite of her took notice of this straightaway - a small frown stretching his lips whilst he lowered his arms. “A few weeks ago - I would’ve been ecstatic to hear that, because believe it or not–I had a crush on you. But now; I can’t even imagine what my life would be like without (Y/N)..”
Her eyes only continued to water as he took her hand in his - moving it away from her forehead to place a light kiss there.
“I’m sorry.” He then muttered, taking his leave.
The superhero donned in black stopped on a roof-top just southwest of your house - blending into the shadows of the night. Though he stood a few moments away - he could tell that you had already changed into your pajamas and were getting ready for bed.
Once again - the boy was coming to visit you late at night; in his superhero form as well. He stopped to look down at his hand - taking note of how much time he had left before continuing to progress to the house he recognized as yours.
Careful to not step on the small pots scattered across the balcony floor - he stepped around them quietly until he reached the white symmetric doors.
You stood just on the other side - your hands brushing upwards through your hair as you concentrated on the mirror in front of you. However; when he tapped lightly on the door made mostly out of glass–you jumped, letting your hair fall back into it’s original style.
“Chat Noir? What are you doing here this late?” You questioned, opening both doors to step out onto the balcony.
“Ah, it’s not that late. And isn’t it obvious?” Though directed at you–his question was rhetoric - a small smile appearing on his face as he tapped your nose. “I came to see you.”
You hummed lightly, blinking in slight surprise to his sudden affectionate nature. “Are you sure you aren’t just lonely?”
The taller male deadpanned; a mixture of annoyance and disappointment reflecting in his eyes–similarly to Adrien’s, you noticed. His mouth opened to say something in response - but you cut him off.
“I am.” You sighed through your nose. “My boyfriend had to ditch again today - and instead of embarrassing myself again like the first time–I left right after him.”
The blonde’s heart slightly clenches upon hearing this - a few negative thoughts swarming in his mind. “Well, if I were you - I would’ve ordered a bunch of food and stuff to make the bill higher as revenge.”
A few giggles left your form before he even finished speaking; the small giggles only becoming more audible as he did. “That’s not really a bad idea.” You then paused - replaying his words over in your head. “Uhm..Chat Noir, you’re not stalking me are you?”
The boy in question tensed and his face went red; fearing he said the wrong thing. “What do you mean?”
“How did you know I went to a place where I could 'order food’?”
“Well excuse me dear princess. As I don’t know know much about dates. All you do is go to a restaurant and eat right?”
You rolled your eyes - leaning your elbow onto the railing to place your chin in your palm. “There are other types of dates you know.”
“Oh?” He lifted an eyebrow. “Enlighten me.”
“Dates are basically when you and another go out to some place with a happy heart–enjoying both their presence and the activities. You can go almost anywhere and make it a date; movie date, Waterpark date, fair date–as long as you enjoy it I guess.”
At the lift of one corner of his lips and the wiggling of his eyebrows - you basically knew what he was going through his head. “Is this a date then?”
“No way dude, we’re still at my home.”
You were both then enveloped in silence - content with the soft noises the late night had to offer. The night was very peaceful - even with the faint engine noises that were just a few miles away. Chat Noir had his eyes closed; completely immersing himself into the sounds of the night.
You on the other hand, began to drown in negative thoughts; the silence giving you the pleasure of hearing such things loud and clear. After taking a shaky breath - you spoke up again.
“Chat Noir, can I tell you something?”
“Yeah, sure.” He hummed, his eyes remaining closed.
“I sorta wish I could date you–because you seem to be around more. The thing is..I’ve been having all sorts of negative thoughts when it comes to my boyfriend’s disappearances..and I’m starting to have thoughts about separating from him.”
His harlequin colored eyes shot open; a look of distress showing on his entire face. The thought of you breaking up with him was unbearable - why couldn’t he visit you more ad himself than Chat Noir? He couldn’t hate himself anymore than he did in this exact moment; the fact that he couldn’t kiss you still - is slowly driving him insane.
“It’s not that I don’t love him or anything; it’s just..whatever he runs out there to is clearly more important than I am.” You quickly blinked thrice before turning your head away all together. “And lately..I’ve even wondered if he were seeing other girls - maybe I’m just too boring or something for him. Honestly I just–”
When turning to look at him as you did just moments before; a lone tear escaped your left eye - wetting your cheek as it slides down. He steps closer - his stern gaze meeting yours when he wipes the tear away.
“Why would you ever think about separating from him? That’s only gonna cause more problems than you have right now. Think about how he feels–he will be heartbroken. I’m sure that he loves you more than all of Paris combined - and you’re just gonna throw it all away like that?”
Tears are now falling from your eyes quickly; your lip quivering as you try desperately to wipe them away. “I don’t mean–I just..I-I can’t..” You choke back tears - struggling to form a reasonable sentence.
“Great..I’ve made two girls cry in one night..”
“W-What?” You inquired - sniffing.
“Nevermind.” He imprisoned you against his chest, rubbing small circles in your back - tightening the hug. “It’s just..he returned your feelings right? Even with all that he has to deal with - he wants to be with you, cherish you, and most importantly–love you. (Y/N), look at me.”
You did as told - blinking away more tears to look up at him clearly.
“What if he goes out to save all of Paris everyday?” Chat Noir’s forehead rested on yours; noses pressed together and lips lightly grazing over each other as he spoke. “What if he would give all of that up just for you?”
Pink tinted your cheeks - his words sticking to repeat inside your head, causing your heart rate to increase excessively. “And what if…that’s not the case?”
You watched as he closed his eyes, processing your words carefully. A barely audible beeping was then heard from his hand that rested on the small of your back - catching his full attention.
“So..mind describing this boyfriend of yours?”
“I..think I saw someone heading this way a little while back–he had blonde hair.”
You then put distance between the both of your faces, disbelief written on your features. “What? That’s impossible - he’d be at home at this hour, why–”
Chat Noir’s gloved finger pressed against your lips. “Shh, Listen.”
Listening closely to the unknown as you possibly could–you blinked up at the taller hero. After a few moments of silence; the familiar tune of your doorbell sounded, alerting you of the guest that stood at the door.
“Oh, look at that–he’s here already.” He muttered, pulling away from the embrace. He then leapt onto the railing - offering a soft smile before jumping off the balcony entirely.
“I’ll get it!” Deciding not to waste anymore time than you already did; you then sprinted downstairs - coming to an abrupt halt upon reaching the door. You encased the cool brass doorknob between your fingers, but paused.
The prior conversation you held with Chat Noir made you reflect on the past few days - and how you’d acted so cold towards the one that was actually trying. Would he be angry–why was he even here?
You shook these thoughts away, instead continuing to unlock the door. Slowly but surely; you started to pull on the doorknob.
The door was open part-way when you began to speak. “Uhm, Adrien I–”
The boy in question interrupts your sentence as he forces the door open fully - his hands finding your face. His grip tightened ever so slightly; his lips colliding with yours quickly–and almost painfully. He deepened the kiss with the tilt of his head - your eyes squeezing shut, and mouth opening slightly as you returned the forceful kiss.
Finally; he pulled away - the sight of the thin string of saliva connected to your mouths causing your face to flush.
My first kiss..
Though flustered - you took notice of Adrien’s messy hair; distressed gaze, and shortage of breath. “A-Are you ok? Did you run here?”
Adrien hung his head - taking deep breaths. “I nearly broke my neck trying to get here.”
You deadpanned - placing your hands over his that rested on your cheeks. “Then–”
“Don’t worry about that.” He pulls you into another stern kiss.“I’m gonna spend the night here to apologize for all those times I had to cancel important dates.” He pushed your hands away forcefully; lifting your face to gaze into your eyes.
“I’m gonna love you all night long.”
You were sure that your entire body was then flushed–because you felt completely warm all over. “Adrien! That sounds so wrong!”
He quirks an eyebrow; tilting his head as he replayed his previous words in his head. Shrugging soon after, he began to litter your cheeks in kisses. “I promise to try and do better. I promise.” He repeated - a kiss for every word he spoke.
“You don’t have to..” You muttered quietly, not wanting to interrupt him.
“No matter what happens..” Adrien started - pulling you into an embrace. “I will always love you, (Y/N).”
ANGST WAS NEEDED - SO ANGST YOU WILL GET
I HAD TO–ANGST IS JUST IN MY GENES OR SOMETHIN’
AND YEAS MARINETTE INTENDED TO BREAK YOUR RELATIONSHIP
CUE TEARS AND ANGSTY APOLOGIZING SCENE
P.S. I WAS CRYING TOO WHILE WRITING THAT CONFESSION SCENE
(insert Lenny face here)
So~sis~~ still want me to do that request? (tell me later tho, I’m still writing)
I’ve killed two birds with one stone! Firstly; this request was special–and I finished it quite quickly!! Now onto the other requests!
Secondly; my sister said that she wanted to make my oneshots more “realistic” and by that she said “[They must be] sexy” and “have your 'psychological’ impacts too!”
Description: The creepy new kid isn’t always so creepy
You are my pleasure,I feel like a little kid. Trying not to think about you, only 10 minutes at the longest. Our relationship right now is between cold and hot. Anything is fine. If I could keep you right beside me.
When he first came into your life, like the rest of your classmates, you hardly paid him any attention. You barely spared him a glance when the teacher had him introduce himself, him mumbling out a low Lee Taeyong and being told to take the seat beside you. In your mind, he was just another stereotypical bad boy, anticipating the obvious distractions he would give throughout your classes, like any other delinquent would. To your surprise, he didn’t utter a word the entire class besides his name, remaining quiet and scribbling something unknown in a notebook, occasionally lifting his head slightly and pausing, before returning to writing.
Your face is so beautiful like a sculpture. When I look at you, I freeze like a statue. My superstar. You’re one butterfly.
Over the course of a few weeks, after the talk of the new kid had died down, you friends had noted something, and instantly told you their discovery. “The creepy new kid keeps staring at you, did you know that?” One of your group had whispered to you during lunch, leaning close to you and speaking so lowly like she fear the whole buzzing cafeteria would hear if she was any louder. Staring…at me? The thought puzzled you, and slowly, trying not to be caught, you carefully scanned the room, looking for the familiar puff of white hair. Spotting him in the back corner, with a notebook out, pencil in hand, head tilted down, hiding most of his face from the people around him. Your heart clenched when you realized, even with his face hidden, his eyes were flicking from you, to his notebook, and back at you. “See, I told you! I think creepy boy has a crush on you!” Your friend sang, wiggling her eyebrow at you, nudging you in the side. Trying to maintain your breathing, you shook you head slightly, attempting to appear neutral on the subject before muttering a quiet shut up back at her.
Guys are either kids or dogs. Other guys will take you away like a hawk.
When it came around for the annual school dance, girls were buzzing around, trying their best to look their best, in hopes of getting asked. All around you were girls being asked by random guys, guys being rejected because they weren’t who the girls had hoped would ask them. The same with you, boy after boy, asking for you to accompany them to the dance, and you politely declining, you not noticing with every boy who came your way, the whitehair boy in the dark scowling more and more with each boy, angrily scrawling something out in his notebook, ignoring the ball of paper that had been thrown at him bouncing off the back of his head. At the end of the day, full of rejecting boy after boy, you safely made it to your locker. Surprising you when you opened it, a notebook paper gently floated to the ground, landing at your feet. Picking up the paper, and slowly reading through the somewhat messy handwriting, you smiled. Circling three small words on the mess of lyrics, you walked down the hall, slipping the paper into another locker, and headed home.
There’s a big storm in my heart. Keep running away. Fly away. At this moment, you know more about me.
Having been pestered all day everyday the week leading up to the dance by your friends, them asking time and time again who you were going with, to which you’d only smile lightly and shake your head. “I’m not going.” You told them once again. “Then why are you so smiley this week?” “I can’t say.”
I’ll give you the love you’ve never felt before.
When the night of the dance came, you sat quietly in your room, your few friends had gathered at your home to get ready for their date with their respectable boys, confused as to why you weren’t getting ready too, but let it go, choosing to focus on their makeup and hair. Not too long later, you stood in the door way, smiling as your friends got in the car with their dates, leaving you behind, still confused as ever as to why you weren’t going with them, they had seen several boys ask you, cute ones at that, so why hadn’t you accepted? The answer to that, pulled up a moment after your friends left. The pitch black car silently slowd to a stop, the passenger’s window rolled down, his face coming into view. “You coming?” He asked, a small smile played on his lips. Grinning, you nearly ran from your house, and hopping in the passenger’s seat, allowing him to drive you where ever it was he was taking you.
You got me losing my mind The way you got me fired up Never give up boy, even when they try us You and me against the world With you, I ride or die tonight
“You know you’ll probably get made fun of for being with me, you know that right?” He asked while you two laid on the hood of his car, staring up at the blanket of darkness, covered in little white dots, listening to the muffled music of the school dance. “Probably.” You nodded, scooting closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body in comparison of the night’s cool air. “But I can deal with that, don’t worry. After all, how could I say no to your letter? That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” “No one’s ever called me sweet before…” Taeyong whispered, chuckling at the idea. “Well, then I’ll call you sweet every day.” You promised. “It’s you and me, now.”
You have my heart like the beat The way you got me turned up Never give up boy even when they try us You and me against the world With you I ride or die tonight