Requested by Anon:
I don’t know if you’re taking song requests, and it’s totally okay if you
don’t. But if you do could you do an imagine based on “when i was your
man” by bruno mars, where theo is the reader ex-boyfriend and now she’s in
a new relationship with brett? basically the concept of the song.
Theo stopped in
his tracks the second an old familiar sound reached his ears with his werewolf
hearing. It was a sweet and playful giggle. It was Y/N. He’d recognize that
giggle anywhere as he heard it a thousand times before. He turned the corner
and saw her with someone else. She had her arms around his neck as the guy’s
hands rested firmly on her waist. He was playfully kissing and biting her neck,
hence her giggling. She looked genuinely happy and that brought a huge wave of
pain and guilt over Theo.
“I got you
something,” Theo overheard as the guy pulled away from her.
didn’t have to get me anything,” she smiled widely at the boy in front of
“But I saw it
and I knew you had to have it.” He pulled out a small bag and gave it to
her. Theo watched her slowly untie the ribbon and open the bag. She carefully
grabbed what was inside. The second her eyes landed on the necklace with a
werewolf charm, she gasped. “Do you like it?” He asked her.
she said completely surprised by his thoughtful gift. “I love it.”
He brushed her
hair to the side and grabbed the necklace. “I know we’ve only been
together for three months, and I hope this doesn’t scare you,” Theo’s
heart stopped beating as he realized this guy was about to tell her he loves
my anchor,” Brett continued. Theo relaxed a bit, but it didn’t ease the heartache
he had in his chest. Telling a girl you’re his anchor is just another way of
saying I love you. It was just a matter of time before Brett would actually say
it to Y/N.
clasped the necklace on, Y/N looked down and smiled at the silver werewolf resting
on her chest. She looked up at Brett with a genuine smile. “Thank
you,” she leaned in and kissed his cheek.
Theo sighed in defeat. He knew he messed up.
His relationship with Y/N was long gone. There was no way to fix it, but he
knew he had to apologize. He wasn’t ready to let her go and move on, but she
already had. He wasn’t one to stop her from being happy when she deserved
everything the world had to offer. The only problem was he had to let her go
otherwise he’d be miserable for the rest of his life.
Imagine pocket-sized Jungkook peeking inside one of his gift bags and getting so excited that he drags it away from the Christmas tree and opens it under the kitchen table.
*opens his present cautiously*
*closes the bag and put it back under the tree*
“She’ll never know I opened it hehe.”
My stim toy collection. I have kinetic sand, ribbon, fuzzy bean bag with ribbon, mini pop it’s, snake necklace, chewable necklace, squishy heart, oil thing, smell samples, lotion socks(to rub on my face) and a bunny named Humphrey :) @stimtastic
Cat Noir looked down at his shivering classmate, unsure of what to do. He had taken his miraculous on a joyride after dinner to get out of the house, frustrated by how claustrophobic his room made him feel and found himself in the park with Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She hadn’t noticed him there- if she had, she wouldn’t have transformed from Ladybug into her civilian self.
His head was spinning as his brain tried to process what he had seen. Marinette was Ladybug? The baker’s daughter, Marinette, who sat behind him in class was Ladybug? She had been so close all this time, and yet… he had no idea. He leaned forward on the streetlight he was balancing on to listen closer.
“In the end, I never found him,” Marinette said, sighing as she looked into a festive colored bag.
“Don’t worry! You can give it to him next time!” A little red blob squeaked. Was that her kwami?
“I don’t know when that is. It could be weeks before I see him again without needing to fight an Akuma. I don’t want to wait that long- Christmas presents are less magical once the holiday passes, and it’s already been three days since Christmas!”
His heart was thumping wildly as he listened in. Who was that present for? Who was important enough in her life to give him or her a present personally, as Ladybug? He leaped down quietly, true to his catlike nature, and walked over to her. “Who are you looking for, Princess?” he asked.
“Cat!” She exclaimed in surprise, whipping around to make eye contact. “What are you doing here? How… long have you been there?”
“Just got here- I saw you from across the street and ran over.”
“Oh. Um… Hi?”
“Hey. So what’s going on?”
“I… actually have something for you!”
“You… you do? Something for me?”
“Yeah! Here you go!” She held out a package wrapped just like the one she gave to Adrien and smiled. He took it out of her hands slowly, his heart beginning to swell. Marinette was Ladybug, and she had wanted to give this to Cat Noir… as Ladybug? His head began to spin, trying to comprehend the situation.
He ended up crouching into a squat, unsure if his legs would continue to support him. This was all too much for the young Cat and he felt his lungs tighten, forcing him to gasp for air.
“Aren’t you going to open it?”
“Yeah, just… give me a moment.”
“I’m…” Cat Noir trailed off, unsure how to answer, “…Not used to getting presents, that’s all.”
“Really?” She frowned. “That’s odd.”
“Because you strike me as the type of guy who would shower his friends with gifts.”
“Really?” He chuckled, unsure of how else to respond.
“You seem to be the type of guy who always puts others before his own happiness. Not that it’s a good thing to do.”
He looked down, avoiding her eyes. She was right- he went too far for others sometimes. He tugged on the ribbon and opened the bag, his eyes widening at what was inside. “A scarf?”
“Yeah. I don’t know anything about your civilian self, but I’m sure you could use it.”
“Anything else I can do for you?”
Cat Noir looked up at Marinette’s smiling face, the glow of the streetlamp softly lighting her hair like an angel. “Just… one thing.”
“What’s that, kitty?”
“Let’s take a photo.”
“Um, okay?” She laughed, pulling out her phone as he pulled out the red scarf. Her eyes grew wider as he wrapped it around the two of them, pulling her closer to do so.
“Say cheese!” He exclaimed, reaching up to tap the screen.
“I’ll see you around, okay?” Marinette smiled, unwrapping herself from the fabric and putting her phone away.
“…Yeah. I’ll see you soon.” Cat Noir stood in the snow, watching her walk away, and sighed. “…Sooner than you think, Bugaboo,” he whispered.
the local convenience store aided all of ollie’s needs. a six pack of pabst blue ribbon, a bag of organic white cheddar doritos, and condoms. naturally, ollie doubted that he would need the very last item. it had been months since the twenty five year old had dipped his toes into any sexual activity. the fluorescent lighting made everything and everyone look anemic, a bit ghastly. overhead, the radio played surrender by cheaptrick. ollie was impressed, almost proud to be employed by the radio station. if anything, he had finally taught some of the other djs how to have better taste in music. a little more soul, a little more guitar, and a little less auto-tune.
“can you believe this shit. ten fucking dollars for some nasty rotting roses.” leftovers from easter, the dregs of rebirth and happiness stood proud in a refrigerator where petals continued to fall like a scene a disney princess movie. “there is no girl in the entire world worth ten dollar roses. no girl, at all. no man either, just so you know.”