they were chatting the whole time ;;

anonymous asked:

That liveshow was slightly lack luster ngl, but I think his eyes were bothering him or something because he seemed distracted.

he definitely seemed a bit distracted!!!! he was relying heavily on the chat and premium messages to fill time, rather than relaying anything of substance from his own life (other than what he’d clearly already come in planning to talk about like the make a wish experience and his mum’s birthday.) he also kind of trailed off a few times as though losing the thread of what he was saying, and he got out of the whole thing pretty quickly. but yeah it could just be that his eyes were hurting and he was tired!! it’s always pretty hard to tell with phil as he has a pretty great control over the way he’s acting and coming across in his live shows so it’s really hard to read him, as ever :) 

Things that fucked me up in The Foxhole Court series (warning: spoilers):

  • Every single time Andrew did something just because Neil asked
  • “He pressed Andrew’s palm to the ugly scarring across Neil’s abdomen” 
  • Dan’s entire existence as the biggest boss in the galaxy
  • “You are a pipe dream.”
  • “I am not a pipe dream.  I’m not going anywhere.”
  • Renee saving Jean
  • Renee doing literally anything
  • Wymack hating that Neil flinches away from him and doing everything he can to prove he’s the good male role model Neil deserves???
  • RESPONSIBLE AND CARING ADULTS
  • “You hate me, remember?” “Every inch of you,” Andrew said.  “That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t blow you.” ANDREW LMAO
  • SHOWER BLOW JOB/CODDLING/ANDREW FINALLY LETTING GO ENOUGH TO LET NEIL SEE HIM FEEL PLEASURE (partly because he can’t bear to leave Neil’s side to take care of it alone FUCK)
  • “Yes or no?”
  • VIGOROUS CONSENT and Andreil knowing each other well enough to tell when the other isn’t in a good enough place to consent even when they think they are??
  • Neil calling Andrew a “drama queen” behind his back
  • Nicky getting the happiness he deserves in Erik
  • “Who’s humanizing who in that relationship, anyway?” NICKY OMFG
  • Andrew needing to map every single scar/wound on Neil’s body and Neil letting him
  • Andrew saying “I told you not to look at me like that” after Neil stares at him with fucking giant anime heart eyes when the sunlight hits his hair
  • Matt and his spikey hair (/everything)
  • Casual 3 hour bus chats where Andreil loses track of time smh
  • How fucking short Andreil is???  5 foot **nothing*** is right
  • Neil saying he wants a vacation and Andrew almost cutting Kevin’s dick off when he tries to get in the way of it
  • BED SHARING IN THE CABIN ffs
  • Honestly that whole woodland retreat with team bonding took me the fuck out
  • “The only one I’m interested in is you.”  Demi!Neil is watering every crop in my field??
  • “Thank you.  You were amazing.”  (aka me @ Nora Sakavic)
post break-up au
  • i literally can’t sleep alone anymore so i’ve shown up at your door in my pyjamas, can we have one more nap together, please? 
  • we promised to stay friends but we’re doing the same stuff we did when we were a couple and i don’t wanna point it out because i don’t want it to stop
  • listen i know i can’t just show up at your apartment at six in the morning but i need coffee and no one makes it like you do 
  • we broke up after i left and moved away and months later i find out you rushed to the airport to stop me but you were too late 
  • you keep calling me over to get rid of spiders from your apartment and i’m pretending i don’t know you’re not afraid of them at all because i miss you too
  • we keep showing up at all the same places separately because we’ve always had similar interests 
  • cop!au i’ve been undercover for months/years and i know i told you not to wait for me but i’m still in love with you and it’s killing me
  • or, i fell in love with you while i was undercover and i know you’re mad at me for lying but i have to go back to my old life (and i want you to be in it)
  • i know we’ve been broken up for a while but i still have those concert tickets and you’re the only person i want to share this with
  • i found the ring when i was moving my stuff out of your apartment and now everything makes sense
  • are you?? sabotaging?? my dates?!?!?
  • i’ve seen you hanging around my apartment and i thought it was because you missed me, turns out you’ve been using my wifi you asshole
  • i know you can’t cook for shit so i’ve been bringing you dinner every night, just, y’know, to keep you alive
  • i kissed you goodbye by accident - old habits die hard okay?!?!
  • roadtrip au where we need to save gas money so we take a long, awkward, tension-filled car ride 
  • instead of dividing up the CD’s, let’s play a drinking game to determine who gets what (it may or may not end in sex)
  • i was so sleep-deprived after the night shift that i climbed into bed with you (and you just rolled with it) 
  • you’re my emergency contact and i’ve been in an accident so you drop everything to come to the hospital 
  • soon to be divorced couple obnoxiously painting the walls wacky colours every time the other paints over it 
  • you’re pretending we’re still together because my relatives will disprove of the break up so you’re being all sweet it’s reminding me of why i fell in love with you in the first place
  • we bumped into each other in the street and you were grinning like a cocky asshole the whole time so i stalked off only to realise i’m wearing your shirt 

(Original post by: @bikatsukiyuuri, screen capped to keep clutter off their post and because chat post dont allow for actual comments)

I finished another re-listen of the whole series last week, and I’ve been legitimately thinking about this a lot since then.

Taako is smart as fuck. Like even from the beginning, his intel stats were pretty fucking decent. When Justin made the decision to start playing Taako as, in his words, a dullard, he made sure to note that even though Taako knows plenty of about magic and cooking (ie book smart), he lacks certain levels of common sense. 

At the time, this character choice was a pretty straight forward play. And, of course, there’s no way in fuck Justin would have known what ended up revealed 2-3 years later, regarding everyone’s lost memories.

But that’s the thing about both Justin and Griffin, and to a different extent Travis and Clint.

Griffin took this story and wove it beautifully. And when he presented Lup to Justin, Justin fucking embraced his knew fictional sister whole heartedly.

Looking back at the beginning of TAZ with the context of Lup being removed from Taako’s story, from his memory, it makes SO MUCH SENSE that he had trouble making sense of the world. Until the IPRE, it was just the two of them for their ENTIRE LIVES. She was central to his survival, to his education, to his career, to who he was and how he saw himself fitting in to the world. 

Without Lup, he was homeless. Because his sister, his twin, is his home.

In the context of Taako forgetting Lup? Taako also forgets a piece of himself. Taako forgets a piece of why he learned magic, how and why he learned to cook, he lost the most important tether to how he stayed grounded, even if he never truly put down many roots otherwise.


TLDR:: Taako in the finale is a fucking genius because he can finally remember everything he’s always known. Taako’s world didn’t make much sense at all when he couldn’t remember his heart, Lup.

Viral

Summary: The Ladyblog catches a private moment and Marinette is furious.

This story can also be found on FF.net and AO3.

The video was uploaded sometime after midnight early Saturday morning.  

As was usually the case after an akuma attack, Alya Cesaire had been running on a caffeine rush and adrenaline high that made sleep impossible.  The dedicated blogger would not see the back of her eyes until her copy was written, her files rendered, and her newest masterpiece was live for the entire world to see.

Or at least the majority of Paris.  She was young yet.

Fortunately for the aspiring journalist, the Ladyblog’s wide and devoted readership ensured that the hits would rack up quickly regardless of the time of posting.

What no one could have anticipated, however, was just how quickly.

It started with the local news.

Nadja Chamack’s bright-eyed good morning Paris grin punctuated the more somber news of floods, akumas, and politics with the light-hearted clip.  The segment usually reserved for heartwarming fluff pieces about eye-seeing dogs and neighborhood bake sales was instead taken over by the city’s most reliable ratings machine.

Ladybug and Chat Noir were television gold.

From there the clip hit the major news networks and was being broadcast to the whole of France. Then came the talk shows, the copycat blogs, the online articles, Buzzfeed, and more.  When the video hit the front page of Reddit there was no stopping the infection.

By the time Monday morning rolled around, less than three days after the akuma attack and the video going live, Chat Noir had become the laughing stock of Paris, the Internet, and the world.

And Marinette Dupain-Cheng was absolutely furious.

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  • Marinette: dON'T DROP ADRIEN TAKE MY MIRACULOUS DO ANYTHING JUST DON'T LET HIM FALL
  • Also Marinette: *sends Chat Noir flying* look at him go
Banging Mozart

Context: Me and two of my friends (not counting DM) were waiting for our third to show up so we could start our first campaign, and the DM put on music to pass the time. Whole conversation was ooc.

Bard in chat: Aw yeah I could totally rave to this [headbangs to Mozart]

DM: Headbanging to Mozart?

Me: You want to bang Mozart?

Cleric: I would do that

Me: Roll for banging Mozart

Cleric: *Jokingly rolls 1d20* *Gets nat 20*

Me: CRITICAL BANG

DM: Mozart’s anus gets destroyed as if a level 9 fireball was cast directly inside. Roll for damage.

(Everyone is suffocating from laughter)

Cleric: *Rolls for a total of 116 damage*

Bard: Mozart got fucking assblasted

DM: During this point, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart creates his most infamous piece. "Banged by a Pygmy Fox-Folk" In D-Sharp.

Marichat ‘Cliche’ Balcony Make Out Scene

Take One: Romeo and Juliette

Here it is, special dedication for that anon who specifically hates cliche marichat balcony scenes. I wrote one at least. 

Tagging @baneismydragon who apparently has a throne of Marichat cliches like wow I’m jealous. And it is also for everybody who was super sweet with me yesterday, thank you guys, I love you all <3

Side note: Juliette is the French version of Juliet so no, it isn’t a typo.



Marinette paced from one end of her balcony to the other, while glaring at the papers in her hands. It was well past midnight and she could be seeping just like Tikki was doing at the moment, in her comfortable bed. But no, she was out, repeating the lines for the stupid play. Why did she let Alya convince her she should be in it. Ah, screw that, why did she let Alya convince her she should try for Juliette’s part out of all things. Why was the school doing a Romeo and Juliette anyway? Did they run out of French plays? And even if they had to do it, couldn’t they do the modern version? Which didn’t require excentric old words no one used anymore?

Marinette groaned exasperatedly, before trying another line. Trying to sound sad she recited.

“The only man I love is the son of the only man I hate! I saw him too early without knowing who he was, and I found out who he was too late! Love is a monster for making me fall in love with my worst enemy.”

Marinette let her shoulders drop. That sounded lame even to her ears. Honestly, how was she supposed to make that sound sincere? She was a bad actress, she knew it. The only way she could pull off that line was if Adrien’s father was Hawkmoth or something. Which was ridiculous, of course. Honestly, she should just give up on this, Alya would get over it.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliette is the sun.”

Marinette turned around, startled to see Chat Noir on the chimney. With all the feline grace he possessed, he jumped on the lower one. Marinette was wonderstruck when she noticed his look. He seemed to be really into it.

“Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it. Cast it off!” Marinette watched flabbergasted as Chat tip toped on the side, careful to not kick her plants while gesticulating wildly, emotion raw in his voice. Extending his hand towards her, he continued. “It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.”

Marinette almost yelled in panic as Chat Noir let himself fall over the edge, but stopped just in time when she heard his voice continuing with the lines. Her eyes trailed across the railing of the balcony as she followed the sound of his voice. And just then Chat appeared again over the railing.

“As daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night.” Marinette stood frozen in amazement as Chat stepped towards her. She was captivated and she wouldn’t even bother lying. It was impressive. Not only the fact that her dear partner knew the whole damn monolog of Romeo, but also the way he recited it. It truly made her feel like she was watching one of the most skilled actors putting on a show just for her.

“See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand.” Marinette looked up in surprise as Chat leaned towards her, his next words being whispered. “ That I might touch that cheek.”  one gloved finger caressed her cheek gently.

“Oh, my.” Marinette wasn’t even sure if it was her gasping that out loud. Chat got awfully close, but she didn’t mind it, not quite. Marinette realized, she didn’t quite appreciate how nice Chat’s eyes were, even with the cat-like look, they were complementing beautifully his blond hair. She leaned in without really realizing. Not until she captured his lips.

Chat melted against her. It was so much better than that kiss on Valentine’s Day. It was no rush to break a curse or run to detransform. And she could appreciate so much better the softness of his lips and the faint taste of mint. Chat wrapped one arm around her waist bringing her closer. Marinette sighed against his lips. She felt warm and it was such a simply pleasant sensation, their lips against each other.

Marinette let out a grunt of annoyance once they broke apart. It took them a couple of seconds to stare at each other before they jumped away. It finally seemed to drown on them what they had done.

“I um…er….”

“I got a little… um.”

“And you were…”

“And you just…’

They both rubbed their necks awkwardly, while glancing at each other. Marinette decided she won’t let the awkwardness ruin this night which just took a wonderful turn.

“Do you… do you want to stay for milk and cookies?” she glanced at Chat, waiting for his response.

He smiled shyly, a little blush appearing on his cheeks. “I’d love to.”

  • Someone: fuck you, and you, and you, and ESPECIALLY YOU! FUCK YOU ALL!! *slams door behind him*
  • Spain: what was that all about?
  • Germany: Romano's probably angry about something again.
  • Romano: what you say about me?
  • Spain: huh? If you were here this whole time, then who was yelling??
  • Germany: ... waait...
  • Romano: ... I fucking told ya Italy needed his usual morning coffee.
Fandom Veteran Gothic
  • One of your favorite old fics has been taken down. You can find it on Wayback Machine, but it’s only the original Geocities site. The font is Comic Sans and there’s a tiled repeating background of stars obscuring the cyan text.
  • You read a fic at some point in a fandom you no longer participate in. You want to re-read the fic, but the title and pen name of the author keep escaping you. You don’t even know where it was posted. You can find dozens of other fics with a similar concept but not that one.
  • An author you used to follow moved their work from their personal website to their friends-locked blog. You sent them a request three months ago. It is still marked “pending.” You wonder if you will ever get to read their work again.
  • You get a follower out of nowhere. Their screen name is familiar. It’s the person you RPed explicit chat logs with when you were sixteen. You’ve changed screen names four times since then and don’t know how they found you.
  • You forgot the password to your old FanFiction.net account. There are terrible relics of your past as a writer archived there. They must be destroyed. You can’t recover the password because the email account no longer exists, and the site isn’t answering your emails.
  • You were in this fandom when it was small and just getting started. Now there’s a whole expanded universe of new material, and you just want to read fics in your original fandom. Only the new characters are popular.
  • Three fandoms later, you run into someone you had fandom drama with five years ago. You wonder if they ever forgave you for your part in what happened. You’re too shy to ask. Interactions are tense and you go your separate ways. You travel the same fandom circles for a while, but never speak.
  • You have WIPs on your hard drive from years and fandoms ago. You want to finish them, but the fandoms are no longer active. You wonder if anyone would read them if they were done. You sometimes open them and wistfully read their partially-finished stories.
Flux: The Beginning (M) | 01

Prequel of Bliss | parts: 01 | 02 | 03

➽ Character: Yoongi x reader x Jungkook

➽ Genre/words: Smut, Poly!AU, Slow Burn (kinda), Angst / 8,335 words

➽ Summary: One of them is your longtime crush, while the other is the man which you had shared your secrets with on many heated nights filled with lust and forbidden desire. You had sworn that it would end, and that secret crush would remain a secret. 

➽ Warning: mentions of alcohol, public sex

➽ a/n: I started planning for this prequel after a late night chat with a friend not long after Bliss and Ardour were posted (yes that was a year ago), but I never had the inspiration to write the whole thing down. I have been re-writing this piece so many times, until I feel that it is finally enough to serve as the perfect filler for Bliss. And after a long deliberation, I have decided to split the prequel in two parts. I felt that the plot was dragged to long, and I’m pretty sure I would bore the readers if I keep it as it is lol. Anyway, enjoy! 

update: I finally think it’ll be wise to post the whole series in three parts.


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okay but Ninoir where Adrien is absolutely CONVINCED that he CANNOT come out as Adrien Agreste and terrified of what his dad would think, but where it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks if Chat NOIR flirts with anything that moves, right? Ladybug doesn’t take him seriously anyway, and it’d be nice to … well. He’s fifteen, okay, he’d like to maybe get to kiss somebody eventually. And, like … STUFF. 

So Very Bisexual Chat Noir flirts with literally everyone he finds even REMOTELY attractive: Ladybug, Marinette, Alya, various akuma–hell, he could even flirt with NINO if he wanted, he realizes when the opportunity presents itself; what’s stopping him? Father will never know. He doesn’t even have to tell his friends. It’s safe. And it’s just a little harmless flirting, it’s not like it’s even that big a deal. 

(it is a very big deal. it is the HUGEST deal. ADRIEN IS NOT PREPARED FOR THE LEVEL OF DEAL IT IS ABOUT TO BE.)

So Chat Noir lays a line on Nino Lahiffe. 

And Nino Lahiffe, unlike all previous contenders, is sincerely and genuinely INTO IT. He gets this crooked grin on his face and leans into Chat’s space and is like “oh yeah? tell me more, tiger”. 

And Chat FUCKING PANICS and stammers all over himself and Nino kind of laughs a little and then it’s like “omg I’ve been CHALLENGED” and Chat just goes Full Fucking Tomcat and anyway basically the next two hours is a very long game of Gay Chicken but the people playing are actually super attracted to each other and also neither actually wants to stop and then wham bam Chat Noir suddenly has a boyfriend. 

Chat Noir has a boyfriend. Who he has to see every day in class. And sit next to. And be best friends with. And NOT BE BOYFRIEND-LY TO. 

… mistakes were made. 

“And bro, he is SO hot, I cannot even explain how hot he is unless you’ve seen him up close and personal, it’s ridiculous. And also he BLUSHES like a PEACH and is so easy to fluster and somehow that makes him EVEN HOTTER?” Nino rhapsodizes over lunch while Adrien nods along like a good and supportive and VERY PLATONIC friend, staring past Nino’s shoulder and internally sCREAMING the whole time. 

(aka the story of how Nino gets catnapped off the sidewalk literally fifteen seconds after school lets out and is like “not that I’m not into this but actually I had plans with my buddy Adrien this afternoon” and Chat is like “I’M SURE HE’LL UNDERSTAND”) 

Look what I’m working on…

Serendipitous Fate 

Chapter 23 - Unofficial Preview (spoilers)

The most rational thing that Marinette could figure was that she was dreaming. Or maybe even in the midst of a nightmare. Yes, a nightmare. That was the only conclusion that made sense.

Yet, it was the little things that contradicted what she would like to think was certainty. The cool feeling of the porcelain toilet lid seeping through her shorts and searing her skin like a burn. The familiar grain of the hardwood floor beneath her feet. The soft murmur of voices in the other room. But what was most jarring was the too-close sound of scissors shearing through hair. It wasn’t consistent like everything else. It stabbed through her ears like a dull, choppy blade—like being sick with the flu only to be shaken every few seconds.

She wanted it to end, but was afraid that if she said anything, she’d be forced to recognize what was real. So, instead, she stared at the floor as chunks of black hair fell softly down around her feet, the weight gradually lifting from her head with each sharp, grating slice of the scissors.

Her mother’s hands were gentle as they sifted through her hair, evening the strands and snipping at flyaways. Until, finally, the shearing stopped.

Finally, Marinette could close her eyes and convince herself that none of it was real.           

That everything was fine.

“How does it look?” Her mother’s voice, though even and calm, was nearly as jarring as the scissors had been. Marinette snapped her eyes open to see that a hand mirror was being held out in front of her.

Out of expected habit—because her body knew motions well enough to substitute for her lagging brain—she reached up and took the mirror, before holding it up so she could see the reflection of the back of her head in the large bathroom vanity.

“It looks fine,” she replied, voice rough from misuse. No more pigtails. Though her heavy bangs remained, the back and sides of her hair had been trimmed within millimeters of her head, so as to even out where Queen Bee as cut away the strands during their battle.

Queen Bee… The battle…

Marinette didn’t want to think about it.

She wasn’t too torn up over the loss of her hair—she’d had short hair before. Not this short, but it’d grow back. There were worse things, after all.

“Marinette,” her mother said softly, touching her shoulder. She sat down on the edge of the tub a moment later, so they were facing one another. “Are you alright?”

She didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t want to think about it.

Changing the subject to anything else was better.

“You were Ladybug before I was, right?” she asked, despite already knowing the answer

Sabine’s hold tensed on her shoulder, before her hand fell away. Much like her gaze did, becoming distant as she peered to the side.

“I was. But that… was a long time ago.”

“You’ve known I was Ladybug this whole time,” she determined.

“I realized it shortly after your first encounter with Hawkmoth, yes. I’d know those earrings anywhere. And the ring too.” She took a deep breath. “I knew Adrien was Chat Noir the first time I met him.”

Which was before Marinette had known.

“The miraculouses extend their users lifespans,” Marinette went on. “How old are you?”

“Much older than I look,” Sabine replied, finally looking back at her daughter and able to wear a small smile. Yet, Marinette said nothing, and so Sabine gave in. “I turned 97 this year, one year younger than Gabriel. I was Ladybug for most of my life.”

“Is that how you and Mr. Agreste know one another?”

“Yes. Gabriel is… a very old friend. We fought together during World War II, myself, him, and… And we stayed together for many years after, the three of us. Then the four of us.” Reaching up, she touched her forehead, looking wearied. “Thinking so far back really makes me feel my age.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Reaching out, Sabine patted her knee. “I’m not nearly as old as some.”

Peter x Reader Imagine

Summary:  After getting your feelings hurt by one of your friends, you decide to spend the rest of the afternoon at the roof of the building you live in, to have some time alone with your thoughts. However, Peter, who happens to live in the same building as you, saw you cry on your way home, and followed you to the roof to make sure you were okay. From that day, something sparked between the two of you.

A/N: I’m basically venting my feelings, something very similar happened to me today and I feel like shit about it.

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Friends

“Hey Y/N” One of your closest friends waved at you, as you emptied your backpack, leaving everything inside your locker. “Hey, you’re going to Frank’s birthday party?”

You frowned at your friend. You knew Frank’s birthday was today, and wished him a happy birthday in both his social media and at school. But, at any point, Frank didn’t tell you anything about a party or something.

“What? Why am I always the last one to be told about plans and stuff?” You asked sarcastically.

“Shit” Your friend muttered. “I-I thought he’d told you. He said he invited everyone from our group of friends…” He said awkwardly.

You felt your heart break a little bit. Did it feel like you’d been stabbed in the back or being left forgotten to die? Was it both of them? Whatever it was, it hurt, and instantly made you feel stupid for considering Frank a close friend, when apparently, Frank didn’t consider you as close as you’d thought.

“I-I mean…” Your friend continued, realising his mistake, and noticing how your usual smile immediately changed to a crooked attempt of smile. “I thought you two were buddies, ya know?” He laughed awkwardly, avoiding your stare.

“Yeah” You said feeling a lump in your throat. “So did I” You closed your locker and turned around, as your eyes became teary. “Gotta go, I might miss the bus” You said coldly and left at once.

Silent tears began falling from your eyes, as you avoid looking at anyone on your way to the bus stop. What an awful feeling, both anger and sadness filled you with loud thoughts, making you wish you could just mute the entire world and just be alone in silence for a while.

You sat on the very first seat of the bus, and looked out the window, hoping that everyone would ignore you.

“Ned, I’m telling you, Spanish isn’t that hard if you hand in everything in time” You heard Peter Parker’s voice, a nice and shy guy with whom you shared several classes, plus he happened to live in the same building as you did. You weren’t precisely friends, but, you found it easy to talk to Peter.

“I dunno, man. The teacher definitely hates me” Said Ned.

“Do you mind if I sit with you Y/N” Peter asked politely, as you shrugged.

Normally you’d greet both Peter and Ned. But since your eyes were fixed on the window, Peter noticed your weird attitude.

“Is everything alright?” Peter asked you, sitting next to you, as you shrugged again. “Can I help you…”

“No, Peter. Thank you, but no” You snapped, turning around to see him in the eye.

You turned back to the window, wishing he’d sat somewhere else. You immediately regretted the way you talked to him. Peter was a pretty sweet guy, who always avoided fights or arguments. He didn’t deserve it. However, Peter noticed your teary eyes, and felt worried for you. Since you were always the cheerful kid who always tried to have a smile and something nice to say to anyone. Something should’ve gone bad for you to be teary and aggressive.

“Peter” You whispered. “I-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s cool Y/N” Peter answered before you could finish. “I hope whatever happened gets better. I really like your smile” He complimented you, in an attempt to make you feel better.

You smiled softly and looked through the window, silent until your way home. When your stop arrived, both Peter and you hopped out of the bus, and silently walked inside the building. In any other day, you’d had a small chat with Peter until you reached your apartment, which was on the second floor, and Peter would continue to his in the third floor. However, this time you didn’t stop in the second floor, you kept going towards the roof. You needed some alone time to cry comfortably by yourself.

However, Peter knew there was something wrong. He was surprised when you kept walking up the staircase past the second floor. He left his stuff inside his apartment and followed you silently towards the roof. He remained behind the emergency door to the roof, and watched from afar.

You sat close to the edge, and hugged your knees close to your body, and began sobbing and cursing in a low voice. Hearing you cry, made Peter’s eyes get slightly teary, he never liked to see people cry. He couldn’t stand watching and felt the need to do something about it.

He walked into the roof, and closed the emergency door gently, so it wouldn’t make any  noise, and walked silently towards you.

“What happened, Y/N?” He asked.

You flinched at hearing his voice, and looked behind you to find Peter, staring at you with a concerned face. You looked back to the buildings in front of yours, and gulped. Peter sat next to you, whispering your name.

“I-it’s just that…” You began, cleaning your tears with your sleeve. “…have you ever realised you don’t mean as much to someone as they mean to you?”

Peter moved closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and bringing you closer for a hug.

“It sucks…” He muttered. “Who…”

“I thought I was close friends with Frank” You interrupted him. “I really did. I’d message him constantly when he left to that exchange in Italy, I once threw him a surprise party at my place…I thought we were actually friends…”

“Wait, Frank? But you two are friends, aren’t you?” Peter asked surprised.

“I don’t even know at this point” You sighed, as more silent tears fell down your tears.

“I’m sorry Y/N” He whispered, hugging you tighter.

“Frank apparently is throwing a party today with his close groups of friends…you can guess what happened next”

“Hey, maybe he forgot to invite you? I dunno, you should try to…”

“Yeah, Frank” you added sassily. “Mr. Perfect, who always gets pissed at people who don’t do their job in team projects, and is in like every activity the school has, and yet he manages to have perfect grades? Yeah, I don’t think he forgot about me” Your voice lowered down, as you spoke, as you felt that back-stabbing ache again.

Peter didn’t answer. But he hugged you tighter and stroked your hair. From everyone in the school, you’d never imagined it would be Peter Parker who would comfort you during a hard time. He kissed the top of your head, as an affection gesture, as trying to say “I’m here for you, unlike that asshole Frank”

“I’m going to have chinese with my aunt May tonight, would you like to join us for dinner?” Peter asked.

More tears fell down your eyes, but this time were more like happy tears. Even when things felt like shit for a second, now everything seemed to be getting better. Having chinese with Peter and his aunt sounded like more fun that a birthday party. You broke the hug, cleaning your tears and smiling at Peter.

“Sure, I’d love that” You whispered, as Peter smiled back at you.

“Now, that’s the smile I was talking about earlier” He said, as you giggled shyly. “Let’s get going to my place, and I’ll call May to let her know we’re having a guest tonight” He stood up, and offered you his hand to help you up.

After having dinner, Peter and you hung out in his room for a while. The two of you talked about endless things, and realised you two shared a lot of interests. You’d never imagined Peter was this cool, and you felt somewhat grateful that you’d had to go through some bad stuff in order to get to meet Peter. So, in the end, you weren’t as mad at Frank as you did earlier. Because of him, you were now having a pretty good friday night, chatting with Peter.

After midnight, you decided to head to your apartment, and Peter offered to walk you to it, even if it was a floor below. Peter asked you out, to have some ice cream the next day, and you accepted before you two hugged before parting ways. That night, you couldn’t stop thinking about Peter.

“Has Peter being this good looking the whole time?” You kept asked yourself over and over. Feeling warm and fuzzy inside.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Well, writing this helped me feel better, so, I’m glad. Hope you liked it, requests are open, since I lack of imagination *cries*

Cutie (Chris Beck X Reader)

Y’all I just really missed writing Chris okay. Also YAY 200 FOLLOWERS

Originally posted by skywalkerr

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you mumbled, bouncing on the balls of your feet. Next to you, Dr. Beck chuckled, shaking his head. You turned to him, quirking your head to the side in a questioning manner. 

“What’s so funny, Beck?” you asked, eliciting yet another laugh.

“what are you ‘oh my god’ing about?” he asked, turning to face you, not before adding, “and that’s Dr. Beck to you, missy.” You giggled, continuing to nervously bounce. 

“Well,you know, it’s just that this is the last day of training, and in three days we’re gonna be in SPACE!” you exclaimed excitedly, causing the man beside you to smile. 

“Yeah, then I’m going to be stuck with you for months and months on end,” Chris faked annoyance, making you gasp and playfully hit his arm. 

“Hey, you two! Quit flirting, we have training to do,” Watney called, a cheeky smile on his face as he walked away. You were positive your cheeks had turned bright red, so you turned away from Chris as to not embarrass yourself. The problem with the guy was, you actually did like him. Of course, he could never know because it is not permitted for crew mates to be romantic with each other before or during the flight. 

“Oi, I’ll have to get him back later,” Chris mumbled, making you laugh.

“I like the idea of a revenge plan,” you replied, mischief sparkling in your eyes. You both set off down the hall towards the training area, hatching a revenge plan the whole time. 

-3 hours later-

You were all getting a break from training to have some sort of lunch. The whole crew headed towards the cafe, chatting animatedly about the upcoming launch. Martinez and Watney were having a competition to see who could make the best sexual innuendo, while Commander Lewis tried to keep a straight face. Behind them, Johanssen read something on her e-reader, hardly looking at where she was going. 

“(Y/l/n), come get a sandwich with me,” Beck whined, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the line. You smiled at this loose, childish side of him that didn’t come out often. You ere so enthralled by it- by him, really. He was simultaneously smart, caring, adorable, sweet, and dorky all at the same time. That was the reason you fell head of heels for him practically on the first day of training. 

“Which sandwich should i get?” he asked, scanning his eyes over the many options. 

“I say the turkey sandwich,” you said, and he nodded quickly, ordering one from the guy behind the counter. 

“I’m gonna miss real food so much once we’re in space,” he pouted, leaning against the counter as we waited for his food. You nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, me too, especially my Nona’s cooking,” you said thoughtfully, tummy growling at the thought of her delicious food. 

“It’s okay though, i’ll have you on board with me! I’d give up real food for you any day,” he grinned, making your heart pound. 

“Ditto, cutie,” you replied, also grinning, until you realized what you just said. Your hand flew up to cover your mouth and your eyes widened. 

“Nope. No, I did not just say that.I’m gonna just.. go over..there,” you stuttered, backing away. Chris held a blank face for a moment, then he broke out laughing. 

“Relax, (y/n)! You think I’m cute,” he teased, drawing out the end of ‘cute’. You turned firetruck red, looking anywhere except for him. 

“Yeah, I did. But it doesn’t change anything, kay? We’re going to space in three days, I can’t ruin that now,” you explained, finally looking up to meet his eyes. 

“That’s okay,” he smiled,” I can wait.”

Sharpie Promises

Originally posted by escaped-ocelot

Raphael x Reader

Sharpie Promises

Note: I don’t know if I’ll publish this or not, but basically, I’m a ho for TMNT and soulmate AUs and I’ve never seen a TMNT Soulmate AU, so here you go. It’s the 2k14/2k16 turtles btw. Idk. I might do more of these if you guys like it.

Raphael wasn’t human. He had struggled with this, but had eventually come to terms with the fact. He didn’t have a soulmate and he wouldn’t ever find love. Not in a world full of humans. He tried to be all right with it. Keyword: tried.

It wasn’t until he was working out one day that he felt something cold and wet travelling across his left forearm. Just as quickly as it had started, it stopped. He removed his three-fingered hands from the weight he had been lifting and sat up to examine it.

Hi.

Messy black letters written in Sharpie. His green eyes narrowed. What was this? He had never felt or seen anything like this. But there it was, plain as day on his arm. He stared at it, afraid that the words would disappear, but no. They stayed right where they were. And then soon after, more appeared from nowhere, as though a ghost was writing on his arm with an invisible marker.

So, it’s like three in the morning here and I don’t know if I’m doing this right, but um, hi.

A long pause. Raph stared in amazement, too shocked to say anything.

You’re probably asleep, aren’t you? Dammit. Well, um…bye, I guess.

He had never run so fast in his life.

“Woah, woah, watch it!” Donnie raised his arms as Raph pushed his chair away from his station and grabbed a Sharpie, pulling off the cap between his teeth and scrawling in the empty space on his arm.

Wait.

***

Your heart raced as a response finally appeared.

Wait.

Big, messy letters that you could tell had been written in a rush.

I’m here. Who are you? What’s happening?

You stared at the letters, the handwriting. Your stomach dropped, the nerves kicking in. This was it. This was your soulmate. You had no idea how this worked. No one did, but it worked, and that was all that mattered. A magical pen-pal from far away, probably. Why anyone would be up at this ungodly hour besides you was beyond you. But now you had to reply. You turned over your arm to write back.

I’m (Y/N). Your soulmate, I think. I don’t know…this is what everyone else does, but I’ve always been too shy to try.

***

Soulmate.

Raph’s heart skipped a beat when the word was written on his arm. Soulmate. He had a soulmate. He actually had…Oh my God.

“Raph, are you crying?” Mikey asked, looking up at his older brother, whose eyes certainly looked a little misty.

“N-no. I just got dirt in my eye. Go away.” He sniffled and smiled.

“Whatcha doin’?” the youngest turtle looked over Raph’s shoulder and scanned a few words before he raised his arm far above Mikey’s head, but he had already seen it. Soulmate. “You…you have a soulmate?”

“I guess so.” Raph shrugged. By now, Donnie and Leo were paying attention to what was happening.

“You have a what?” Donnie’s head snapped around. He pulled down Raph’s arm to examine it. But there it was, plain as day. What the internet described as a ‘soulmate exchange’. “I didn’t think it was scientifically possible for you…for us to have…”

“Are you serious?” Leo came over to look.

“What do I look like? A freakin’ museum?” Raph snapped. “Now go away. I gotta write ‘er back.” The others gave him some space as he walked over to the couch and sat down, the tip of the Sharpie hovering over his green arm.

Soulmate, huh? Did think I had one of those. Name’s Raphael. Nice to meet ya.

***

What are you, a renaissance artist? Lol JK

Something like that.

So where are you from, Mr. Renaissance Artist?

New York, New York.

Seattle, Washington. Well, this might be a little complicated, huh?

Something like that…

***

You wrote to Raphael until the sun came up and then you crashed. You had thought it was a dream until you saw the words written there the next morning. You had a soulmate. His name was Raphael. He was from New York.

But at least he existed. It could be a lot worse.

It wasn’t until about noon, three o’clock there, that you wrote to him again, after having wiped your arm off to give you more room to write.

Good morning.

You wake up at noon?

Only when I’m up until sunrise talking to my soulmate.

Fair enough.

So how’s your day been?

Overwhelming.

Fair enough.

***

Leo, Donnie, and Mikey were all bunched behind Raphael to watch.

“Go away!”

“Dude, we just wanna watch.” Mikey whined.

“Go! Away!”

“All right, sheesh,” Donnie walked back to his lab, and Leo and Mikey reluctantly walked away.

So…

He wrote.

What’cha wanna talk about?

I don’t know.

What’s it like in Seattle?

Rainy. What’s it like in New York?

Noisy. He replied, a smirk spreading across his scarred lips. How old are you?

Seventeen.

Same.

Nice. How tall are you?

Like 6’5”-ish.

Holy shit! You’re gonna have to bend down to kiss me.

Kiss you. He was going to kiss you. Eventually. A new concept. Butterflies spread through his stomach, but he tried to play it off.

You a shorty?

Compared to you, yeah. Always had a thing, for tall guys, though. No worries. ;)

He smiled.

Got any hobbies? You asked.

Ninjitsu, bein’ a giant mutant turtle, etc…

Uh, I knit sometimes. And I work out. A lot.

Mr. Muscles the Knitting Renaissance Artist. You keep getting better and better.

So what do you do for fun, Shorty in Seattle?

Oh you know, read, write, spend ungodly amounts of time on the internet.

Sounds fun.

It is. So, anyways, I’ve been looking into New York travel recently (and by recently I mean right now immediately) for reasons, you know. Anyway, what area of New York should I travel to in…ten months when I go to college (that I’ve just applied to) there?

***

After a long day of talking to you and patrolling and trying to work out, Raph was exhausted. He laid in his top bunk, reading your ramble with a smile.

After replying, he knew it was time to go to sleep.

I’m wiped. I gotta sleep.

Oh, okay. Goodnight Raph.

Night, (nickname).

I love you.

His heart skipped a beat.

I love you too.

I can’t wait to meet you.

Already countin’ down the days, babe.

Me too.

***

Weeks later, you got an idea.

So, theoretically, if I were to Skype you, would you pick up?

I don’t have a Skype.

I want to hear your voice.

I can call you, if you want. I just don’t do video chats?

Why?

Because I’m a giant freaking mutant turtle and I don’t want my soulmate to hate and/or be afraid of me.

I want to see you for the first time in person.

All right then. Here’s my number.

You waited in bated breath for your phone to ring, and then suddenly it did. Your thumb hovered above the accept button. You felt like your whole body was trembling.

“Hey there.” You could hear the shaking in your voice. He chuckled, and already you loved the sound of his laugh.

“Hey yourself,”

“Oh my God, I love your voice.” You gushed.

“I love yours too, shorty.”

“Aaaaah! Your accent is so hot!”

“Heh, yeah.” He smiled.

“Ooh, are you talking to (Y/N)?” Mikey asked. “Can I say hi?”

“No, you can’t. Shoo.”

“Who’s that?” You asked.

“My little brother.” Mikey tried to reach up and grab Raph’s phone, but he squirmed away from him. “Mikey, go away!”

“But-!”

“Go away!”

“I wanna say hi to your girlfriend!!”

“Mikey, leave Raph alone.” Leo smirked from across the lair. The youngest brother left, deflated.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Where were we?”

“I was gushing over your very attractive voice, Mr. Muscles.”

“Ah. Right.” He tried not to blush and failed miserably. A slow smirk snuck across his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too!”

***

“Did you get it yet?” Raph called you a few months before you were supposed to arrive. As the day approached, he got more and more anxious. You would be here in New York and he wouldn’t be able to skirt around the truth anymore. He was a giant turtle and you were a human girl. It wasn’t going to work out.

But nonetheless, he had sent you something. Something to remember him by if it didn’t work out, he supposed.

“It came in today! I haven’t opened it yet, though. I’m going to right now. Give me a sec, I’m gonna put you on speaker.”

“All right.” Raph listened as you set down your phone and put him on speaker. Then came the noise of you cutting the tape and opening the small cardboard box and sifting through the tissue paper.

“Oh my gosh! It’s amazing! I love it! You really made this?”

“I did.” He smirked. You held up the perfect little pendant. A polished wooden turtle that Raphael had carved himself. It hung from a simple twine string. You put it on immediately, tying the necklace around your neck. You let your fingers run over all of the intricate little grooves.

“I’m never taking it off, I hope you know that.”

“I’m flattered.” He chuckled. “I can’t wait to see how it looks on ya.”

“I can’t wait to see you.”

A nervous little laugh.

“Yeah. Pretty soon, now.”

“It couldn’t come soon enough.” You smiled warmly. “It’s late. I’m gonna get some sleep. Exams tomorrow and then I’m out of school for the summer. And then, only two months until I get to see you.”

“Well, you rest up, shorty. Get good grades. I don’t want ya to fail.”

“Good night. I love you.”

“I love ya too. Night.”

When he hung up, he stared at the ceiling. God, what was he gonna do?

***

You were full of jitters when you landed in New York two short months later. The time had crawled by so slow, but you passed the time. And now you were here, the center of the modern world.

“I’m here! I just landed! When do you want to meet up?”

“Um, how about you get settled? Go to your apartment or whatever. I’ll come over tonight.”

“Okay.” Your heart raced. “Okay. I’ll see you then. I’ll uh, get you the address once I find it.”

“Sounds like a plan. Stay safe. I’ll see ya tonight.”

“See you.” When you hung up, Raph started to pace through the lair.

“I’m going to see her tonight. Oh my God. She’s gonna find out I’m a giant turtle and she’s gonna hate me.”

“Statistically, after ten months of-”

“No more science bulllshit, Don! I’m a freak! She’s gonna run screamin’ and I’ll never see her again!”

“It’ll be fine, Raph. You’re over reacting. As usual.” Leo’s tone was cool, annoyed. “She loves you. We’d have to be blind not to see that.”

“I guess we’ll find out tonight, huh?” He slumped onto the couch, a deep dread setting in. Tonight was not going to be pretty. He knew it.

***

After you had unpacked and met your roommate, a very nice woman named April who had been searching for a roommate for some time now, you called Raph and gave him an address. He asked about how things were and so you told him about your roommate. He chuckled. Well, that might make things a little easier. He told you he wasn’t far and he would be over in a few.

“Who’s that?” April asked after you hung up.

“My soulmate. He’s the reason I moved here, actually. He’s coming here if that’s okay.”

“More than fine with me.” She smiled. “What’s his name?”

“Raphael.” You told her. Her face lit up in surprise. Now the turtle necklace she had complimented you on when you walked in made a whole lot of sense. She doubted that you knew why though.

So this was the (Y/N) he had talked about. His soulmate. Shorty from Seattle.

“Nice name.”

“I know, right?” Your phone buzzed. “Oh my God, it’s him.”

“Hey babe, come outside.” You stood there in confusion for a second. “Fire escape.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll be down in a sec.” You nodded, tucking the phone away. Your heart raced as you climbed out the window and down the metal fire escape to the alley below. There, in the shadows stood a very tall, very large silhouette.

“Hey there.” It was him. His voice. In person. “I uh, I need ya to promise me something, gorgeous.”

“What?”

“Just…p-promise you won’t scream.”

“Why would I-?”

“Promise.”

“I promise.” You stated certainly.

“I, uh, I ain’t exactly…normal.”

“I love you, Raph.”

“You won’t when you see me.” His voice was quiet as all of his insecurities came to the surface.

“Raphael,” You reached out for him, hand forward for a long few moments until his three-fingered green one met it, pressing against it like Tarzan and Jane. Something familiar and something foreign. You gasped quietly, but when he moved to pull away, you gripped one of his large fingers. “Please.”

He let out a long sigh, considering bolting then and there, but he gave in and took a few slow, heavy steps out of the dark to where you could see him. Your soulmate was a giant mutant turtle. He waited for the sting of rejection, for the tears of disappointment streaming down your cheeks, but they never came. Instead, you pulled his muscular arms around yourself, clinging to him as though this was your last chance. He held you tight against his plastron, his knees giving out in the wave of relief that washed over him. Raph buried his face in the crook of your neck, and you felt hot tears against your skin.

Thank you.” A broken whisper from his scarred lips. “Thank you.”

“I love you.” You kissed his cheek and then his forehead, and you lifted his face to look at the green face under the tattered red bandana.

“All ‘uh this don’t bug you?” He asked, tear-filled green eyes searching yours. “You don’t care that I’m a freak?”

“You’re not a freak, Raphael.” The feeling of your soft skin against his face drove him up the wall in the best possible way. “Not to me.”

“Are ya just sayin’ that because I’m your soulmate?”

“I mean it.” You locked eyes with him and he felt as though you were staring into his soul. His smile was the most gorgeous thing you had ever seen. Curiosity sparked behind your eyes as you examined every inch of him, taking him in. “What are you?”

There wasn’t hatred or fear in your voice, only awe.

“I’m a mutant. A turtle. Hence the uh-” he motioned to the necklace around your neck. “That.”

“I love turtles,” You whispered as you kissed his snout. You were so close. So close he could just about…

You closed the gap between you, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He didn’t know how to respond, but followed his instincts and tried his hardest to kiss you back. His large hands held your hips and your small hands framed his jaw before moving to his shoulders, fingers gently searching the terrain of his shell.

When you finally pulled away from him, you looked at him for a long time.

“Hey do you wanna come up for pizza?” April called down from the apartment window.

“Yeah, sure April. Are the guys coming?”

“Just got off the phone with Leo. They’re on their way.”

“Wait, you two know eachother?” You asked. Raph smiled and shrugged, finally getting to his feet and taking you with him. God, he was so tall.

“We go way back.” April smiled. “I named him.”

“What?”

“Long story. Come on, shorty.” He picked you up off of the ground as if you weighed nothing and carried you on his hip, your feet dangling a foot in the air. “’Bout time you met my brothers, huh?”

***

After you had met his brothers and enjoyed some celebratory pizza, the six of you had settled down to watch a movie. At the moment, Raph was spread out on the couch with you laying on top of him and a cozy red blanket draped over both of you. He nuzzled into your neck as your hands traced gentle circles on his plastron.

“I love you, Raphael.” You kissed his jaw. He hummed contentedly.

“I love you too, soulmate.” The word had never sounded so right.

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Protective Or Possessive - Part Two | Jughead x Reader

Originally posted by jonesjughead

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: confused with Jughead’s words to you a week ago, you recruit the help of your friends to try and get to the bottom of it but only end up making things worse.

Warnings: none, ok. just mad, lil jelly Jughead.

Word count: 1,165

A/N: i cannot believe the first part got over 200 notes. i legit didn’t even think it’d get 5 so thank you so much. it’s motivated me so much, you have no idea. this is part two and there will definitely be a part three! let me know what you think and i’m totally down to do requests too so <3

PART ONE

It had been a week since you’d heard Jughead mumble those infamous seven words.

He better only be just a friend.

You still had no idea what that meant or if you were even supposed to hear it in the first place. Sure, you could have asked him but that would’ve almost definitely made things awkward between the two of you and that was one of the last things you wanted. So, you’d spent the last seven days going through a whole bunch of different scenarios in your head. Did it mean he liked you? Did he mean he was just being an over possessive friend? Was he jealous? You wanted to find out so badly but how. That was the question.

“Earth to (Y/N),” a familiar voice spoke out as a hand waved in front of your face capturing your attention. You’d been sat in the student lounge, mind drifting off and now in front of you was the person causing you to be in this mess of crazy thoughts.

“Hey, Jug,” you flashed him a smile. “What’s up?”

“Pop’s after school?”

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O Romeo, Romeo...

So this is my contribution to Marichat May, now no one can tell me I never did anything for it xD I hope you enjoy :) 


“Ugh, this is so stupid, Tikki,” Marinette complained, crinkling the pages of the Literature book she was holding in her hands. “There’s no way I can make this convincing.”

“Not with that attitude,” Tikki giggled. “Relax, Marinette, you’ll be a great Juliette! Don’t push yourself too hard. Besides, you’ll have the book right in front of you in class; you don’t have to memorize anything.”

“I know,” Marinette sighed dejectedly. “But I have to practice this, at least. What if Adrien plays Romeo? I want him to be captivated by my Juliette, and that can’t happen if I just read straight from the book.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your blog! I was wondering if I can request RFA + V + Saeran and MC as childhood friends? Like reacting to finding out they used to be friends or something like that? Thx!

Cute idea! Here you go!


Zen:

  • As a kid, Zen would run out to the playground when he was feeling down
  • He would stay hidden so he could cry without others seeing him
  • You found him one time and tried to cheer him up
  • He was so happy, and you immediately befriended him
  • You would meet there every day until your early teens
  • At that point, he ran away from home but you didn’t know
  • You weren’t the best looking person at the time, so other kids whispered that Zen ditched you because of your looks
  • Fast forward years later, and you recognize him in the chatroom
  • Well, it had to be him anyway…how many people had red eyes and white hair like that?
  • However…he didn’t recognize you but your name seemed familiar
  • Remembering how he left, you were still a little cold with him
  • It wasn’t until that conversation with Seven about having a childhood friend do you describe him and he figures it out
  • Zen calls you on the phone right away and you two talk it out
  • After the misunderstanding is cleared up, you two start becoming close again
  • Although…you two are becoming very friendly lately
  • Zen keeps commenting on your “glo up” and that’s why he didn’t recognize you at first
  • You keep his narcissism in check, but technically you always found him really attractive
  • He’s kind of scared to officially ask you out
  • Your friendship already went through one rocky time, and he was scared he would lose you again
  • He did finally confess and he was so glad you returned his feelings

Yoosung:

  • You two met in first grade
  • You had the biggest crush on him
  • You used to bring extra crackers and juice boxes so you could talk to him
  • Everything was going great until you caught him giving them to Areum (his first love) later
  • You were heartbroken
  • You didn’t talk to him again….until second grade
  • Areum had transferred at this point and you and Yoosung became practically inseparable
  • He loved going to your house because his parents were super strict and yours seemed fun
  • His bangs were always long so you started giving him your pins to help
  • He really loved them, so you always ended up giving him a new one whenever he came over
  • It’s one of the reasons he wears one later in life too
  • Midway through high school, you two separate ways since he moved to attend a better high school
  • You both kept in touch for awhile, until he got more involved with Rika and dropped contact
  • Years later, you recognize each others’ names in the chatroom
  • That old childhood crush you had on him rekindled
  • Only this time, he returned it
  • You two are sickeningly sweet to each other and it’s almost like no time had past
  • Transitioning from friends to lovers was different, but sweet

Jaehee:

  • You lived next to her as a kid
  • She always seemed really sad and would cry on her porch when her mom wasn’t home
  • You came up to her with your crayons and coloring book and just started drawing
  • You waited until she joined, and she opened up a little about her family and how her dad died
  • You made a point to see her every day and soon you became the best of friends
  • You two even had those friendship bracelets  
  • Some days, you would wait patiently at her stairs for her to come back from school
  • Then one day she never came
  • New people moved into the house next to you and you thought you would never see her again
  • When you saw her name in the chatroom, you were unsure if it was the same person, although you kind of hoped
  • She showed no indication of possibly knowing you–in fact it was the opposite
  • After awhile, you just couldn’t take it
  • You gave an address and asked if she once lived there
  • When she responded with a cautious “why?”, you tell her that you two might have been childhood friends and you still hadn’t forgotten her all these years
  • As a response, she sent a photo of the friendship bracelet you two had all those years ago
  • This is when her walls fall, and once again she’s opening up to you and shared about the years in between
  • This makes you all the more sympathetic to her situation
  • At first when you two meet, it’s a bit awkward
  • You both are somewhat changed and trying to get used to each other again
  • But after some time together, it’s just like the old days…you even manage to get Jaehee a little playful

Jumin:

  • V introduced you to him when you moved into the neighborhood
  • Jumin didn’t really like you at first, because it was usually just him and V
  • But you still tagged along with the two of them
  • Then one week, V went away on vacation leaving Jumin no choice but to play with you alone
  • You two got caught in the rain and were running home when you heard soft meowing
  • You both followed it and found a lost cat at the edge of an ally
  • Jumin scoops it up in his jacket and you two rush back to his house
  • Together you work on cleaning it up and take care of it for the next few days
  • With some help from grown ups, you find the owner together
  • He’s actually kind of sad, because he was enjoying sharing a cat with you–though he never would admit it
  • A few years later, his dad ends another relationship and moves away with Jumin
  • He doesn’t even get to give you his address so you two could write letters
  • You always kept an eye on him from time to time when he appeared in the news
  • When you first entered the chat, he didn’t even recognize you, but you knew him
  • When the topic of Elizabeth comes up, you casually remark, “Aww, Jumin, you’re still into cats, I see. Remember Pinkie?”
  • The memory hits him like a truck
  • He’s glad to find you haven’t changed much
  • Since his world starts flipping upside down again with the whole Glam Choi thing, your re-entrance into his life is a balm
  • Of course, you help him discover some new feelings as well…which he only just realizes he had back when you were kids as well
  • “I think I had a crush on you, MC, when we were kids.”
  • “You what?!”
  • You thought he hated you, so you found the fact funny
  • From that point on, he makes sure there’s never a misunderstanding where that’s concerned;);)

Seven:

  • He wasn’t allowed to go to school really…besides the time he could sneak to church
  • But that didn’t mean he didn’t learn
  • On days his mother “let him out”, he would stop at the library to learn some things
  • You also visited the library often after school
  • It was pretty empty…and he had bright red hair
  • He was pretty hard to miss
  • You, being the curious child you were, sat next to him and asking him a hundred questions
  • “Why’s your hair red? What school do you go to? Where do you live? Are those glasses real?”
  • He goes along with most of your questions until nearly half an hour of interrogation
  • After a while, he gives up on “studying” and asks if you want to go to the park
  • Of course, you enthusiastically agree
  • After that day, he finds he can’t stop thinking about you….not in a romantic way, but because your personality is so bright
  • He continues to visit the library to see you, though he somehow manages to keep his family situation secret for so long
  • You still manage to grow close until he randomly disappears when you both are fifteen with no means to contact him
  • When you enter the chatroom, he looks familiar, but 707 was a lot louder than Saeyoung so you dismiss it
  • However, he recognizes you as soon as he sees the background check
  • He tries to hide it, but you ask subtle questions and put the pieces together
  • He tries to push you away until you call him by his real name
  • At that point, he realizes you’ve seen practically every part of him and finally breaks down his walls

Saeran:

  • You wandered off a lot as a kid
  • At one point, you wandered out to his house
  • He was at the window staring at the sky, since he rarely got to
  • You walk straight up to him and start talking
  • You were too young and innocent to know what was going on, but you knew his mom would pull him away and shoo you off
  • You felt really bad for him so you started leaving notes on his window sill
  • For a little while, he was even leaving notes back, although his handwriting was a bit rough for someone his age
  • But soon it all stopped and the windows were barred off
  • It was because his mom found out and started tying him down, but you didn’t know and were too scared to venture inside
  • You were sad, but you had to give up
  • Years later, when he sent you to the apartment, he didn’t know it was you
  • He didn’t find out until he was having a tantrum at the hospital during his recovery
  • It was something you said that triggered a memory from one of those letters
  • He had a sudden change because he spiraled into guilt for putting you through so much
  • But thankfully, you had pieced things together by that time and helped him through his process
  • He considered you a light in his life

V:

  • You had just moved into the neighborhood and you lived close to his house
  • Your parents and his parents were okay friends, so they introduced you
  • You often went there to play around, and sometimes his friend Jumin would be there
  • He really liked painting with you and always complimented you on your scribbles
  • He started to grow a little crush on you as time went on
  • He tried to mimic things he saw in old films
  • So he would bring you dandelions he found lying around
  • Sometimes he would try holding the door open for you and offering to drive you around in his “car” which was just a cardboard box
  • Those feelings never went away as you grew a little older together
  • But then you moved away when your father changed jobs
  • He was very sad and heartbroken
  • It’s one of the reasons he didn’t really date anyone until Rika came along
  • When Seven told him your name had appeared in the chatroom, he remembered you right away
  • It takes you a little while to remember when he explains the story, since it’s been so many years
  • V logs into the chat a lot more, and you two are talking and sharing a lot–even outside of the chat
  • Old feelings are kind of rekindled on his part, and you’re slowly falling for him at this point too
  • But neither one of you are bold, so for a long time you stay in this awkward friendship phase
  • Jumin, knowing V’s feelings since childhood, gives him a huge nudge and you finally end up together

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Plus One

In which Harry gets the help of a little girl to go on a date with (Y/N)


“Will you do the honors of being my maid of honor, (Y/N)?”, your friend asked beaming at you. She’s been your bestest friend ever since you were young; you knew you had to accept her request even though weddings weren’t your scene. But for (Y/F/N) you’ll do anything.

One day, while you two were setting up the preparations for the wedding (Y/F/N) drops the bomb about Harry being the best man. Her and her fiance have been trying to set the two of you up for months but scheduling a date was always tough. Although, whenever Harry and you would see each other; the two of you would always have some sort of physical attraction to one another. All of your friends were waiting for the day the two of you hooked up.

 The big day had finally arrived; you were on a beautiful beach in Honolulu, Hawaii walking down the aisle with the honorary best man. In all honesty, Harry and you had stole the whole show. Finally, (Y/F/N) was walking down the aisle wearing a beautiful mermaid gown.  

The ceremony began and the couple were starting to recite their vows; a lot of the braid maids were crying and a sight that had surprised you was seeing Harry tearing up behind the groom.

 During the reception, after all the speeches and some more tears. The dancing begun; you being the one that doesn’t do much dancing had decided to go to the bar and just watch everyone enjoy themselves. There is two people that you see on the dance floor that just warms your heart; Harry and a little girl no older than the age of 4. You’ve always heard rumors from (Y/F/N) about Harry being amazing with kids; which is probably the most attractive thing ever in your opinion.

 Throughout the whole night, you watch Harry playing with this little girl who you find out was a flower girl named Lucy. They are playing tag and you could probably laugh at the sight of a grown man running away from a giggly little girl. When it was his turn; he would always boop her little nose.

 Lucy’s mom stands beside you watching them with you; “I was a little reluctant about bringing her because I thought my baby was going to be alone with all these adults”, she says. “Turns out she’s having more fun than I expected her to have,” you guys both laugh at this.

 Little Lucy actually invites you to play with them, “would you like to play with Harry and me please? He says you’re very pretty.” She mumbles in a little baby voice. You and Harry both blush at this; Harry embarrassed because he’s been exposed by a 4 year old.

“Lucy, you were just supposed to ask if she wanted to play with us!”, He said laughing the embarrassment off.

“So what do you say (Y/N)? Do you want to play a game with us?”, he asks holding his hand out. “I would love too”, you say laughing at him and taking his hand into yours.

 The three of you guys continue to play until Lucy has to go to sleep. The sweet girl thanks the two of you for playing with her. Lucy manages to whisper in your ear. “please be nice to Harry, he likes you this much.” She stretches out her arms as wide as they can go. You guys bid your farewell to the little girl.

 Harry insist on walking you back to your room but you aren’t ready to go back because you enjoy his company; you won’t tell him that though. He suggests the two of you go sit by the beach and watch the waves.

That night you found out so much about Harry; like how he love rom coms, was a hopeless romantic, and how weddings were the favorite thing. He even let you know that the bouquet toss was his favorite.

“I would’ve participated on it tonight but I wouldn’t want to embarrass myself infront of a pretty girl,” he says winking at you. You swear your face became hot from blushing so hard.

Throughout the whole night Harry was a complete gentleman to you; always making sure you were warm. The whole night was basically Harry getting to know you; unlike all the rest of the guys that would just talk about themselves.

“As much as I would love to stay and chat with you for hours, I really think it’s time for us to head back.” He says a little disappointed. “I’ll walk you back, (Y/N)”

 There’s a comfortable silence the whole walk back to the room. Maybe because you guys were a little disappointed you two had to leave each other.

 “Well this is my room, thank you so much for the night Harry,” You smile at him.

You were about to head into your room until Harry stopped you.

“(Y/N), would you like to do something with me? I mean it’s totally fine if you don’t, I just thought it might be fun.” He asks nervously rubbing the back of his head.

“Sure, Harry. Pick me up at 12?” Harry looks up at you with a pure joy.

“Of course, Love! See you then,” He replied.

You guys say your goodbyes and you had done something bold; kissing his cheek and winking at him.

 Now, who would’ve thought a 4 year old was going to be the one that helps you get the date with Harry?


A/N: Hope you all enjoyed this piece !! kinda iffy about this one but here it is :) Thank you for reading this; and dont be afraid to send in request!!!