Ladybug sat at the top of the Eiffel Tower, her head in her hands, wondering how she could have possibly screwed things up SO badly.
She heard the light footfall of her partner landing behind her. She couldn’t say she was surprised, he had never been one to leave her to stew in her own misery.
“So…” he drawled, coming and sitting beside her, “that was an interesting broadcast today.”
“It was a disaster,” she moaned, still not looking up at him, “I should just throw myself off this tower and put myself out of my misery.”
“Oh come on, it’s not as bad as all that,” Chat said, patting her awkwardly on the back.
She turned and glared at him. “It was a live stream, Chat! LIVE! It’s out there. Right now!”
“True,” he conceded, nodding his head, “but it’s not like you said anything horrible. It was kinda cute actually.”
“You don’t understand,” she moaned, slumping over so until she was curled up in his lap, “I’ve ruined everything! What sort of an idiot starts babbling about their crush on a live broadcast.”
“Well, apparently you,” Chat said with a light laugh, cautiously reaching forward to play with the ends of her hair, “and about half of the rest of the known world. It could be a lot worse buginette.”
“Do you think there is a chance he didn’t see it?” she asked hopefully, looking up at her partner’s thoughtful expression.
He gave her a pitying smile. “I think you’re pretty much out of luck their bugaboo. You already have a ship name and everything. It’s trending on twitter.”
“Ugh, that’s terrible,” she groaned, curling up tighter and burying her face against his leg.
“I don’t know,” Chat teased, “I thought Ladrien had kind of a nice ring to it.”
“This can’t be happening,” she moaned.
“Hey, come on. What’s this really about? Is it really going to be so awful for the guy to know you like him? He might be flattered.”
“It’s not that,” Ladybug said softly, “I mean, it’s MORE than that. I haven’t even told him I liked him- as myself, my not Ladybug self I mean. And now… let’s say he does feel flattered? That just means I have made myself my own competition! And it’s not like I can just go up to him and be like: Hey, by the way I’m Ladybug and, as you already know, I’m totally in love with you! Want to date me now?”
“Oh god,” Chat said with a sudden sense of horror, “there are going to be so many desperate fangirls trying to do that.”
“I didn’t even think about that! If he didn’t before he’s definitely going to hate me now. I might be the only person in the world who can simultaneously confess to her crush and make it harder for him to notice me!”
“You really are one of a kind there bugaboo,” Chat said giving her another reassuring pat on the shoulder.
“And what if this puts him in danger? I mean I might as well have stamped a butterfly tattoo across his back saying property of Ladybug, please exchange for one miraculous!”
“Please don’t do that. I am told that models need to be very particular about what they put on their skin.”
“It’s not funny. What if I honestly made him a target?”
“Hey,” Chat said “I promise you, if anything happens I will be the first person on the scene.”
“Thanks,” she said gratefully, reaching up and catching his hand in her own.
“So, you’re in love with the model boy,” Chat said softly, rubbing his thumb absently against the back of her hand, “gotta say I didn’t see that one coming.” “Yeah well, it’s not like it really matters anymore,” she sighed, “it’s not like it would ever happen.”
He scoffed at her, rolling his eyes theatrically to show his clear contempt for her pessimism. “So tell me My Lady,” he asked shifting slightly so that he could look down at her with a playful smile, “what is it that you see in this guy anyways?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“You don’t want me, so clearly you aren’t after the guy for his looks,” Chat said wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously.
“No,” Ladybug laughed, “although they don’t hurt.”
“Why My Lady, was that you finally admitting that you find me attractive?”
“You’ve always been attractive and you know it,” she said reaching up and flicking his bell. “As you can see I’ve just had my attentions elsewhere.”
“Oh so this is a long standing attachment then? How long have you been dreaming of being M’Lady Agreste?” he teased poking her lightly on the nose.
“Almost from the first day I met him. It will be two years next week,” she said softly.
“The start of school,” Chat murmured, “you know him then?”
“yeah,” she admitted reaching blindly around to catch his other hand and pull him to her like a security blanket. “We were in the same class in college and we still have a few classes together now. Plus our friends are dating so we hang out a lot.”
“You two are close then,” Chat said a little breathlessly, “that… well that certainly clears things up.” “Yeah,” Ladybug said, “it’s not just some creepy celebrity crush. I mean, it kind of was that too. I have like 2 dozen photos of him plastered on my wall that I used to practice talking to because for the longest time I could barely string a sentence together around him, it was kind of embarrassing. I got over it eventually, but by that point I didn’t really have the heart to take the pictures down.”
Chat gave her a warm smile. “I can see it now, you stuttering and tripping and shooting the poor confused boy adorable awkward smiles before running off in the opposite direction.”
“Shut up,” Ladybug said but she couldn’t help grinning at her partners soft tone and fond smile. “I got better.”
“I know.” He raised one of her hands to his lips and gave her a delicate kiss. “So you still haven’t told me what you see in this guy,” he challenged, “If I am getting demoted to your rebound choice I deserve to know what I am up against,” he said slyly.
“He’s kind,” Ladybug smiled, filling with warmth as she thought about her love. “He always wants to see the best in people,and he… he is just good, you know? The kind of goodness that doesn’t come from ignorance or being sheltered, but that has seen pain and and heartache and loss and yet still chooses to be good.
“That is high praise indeed My Lady.”
“You aren’t going to make fun of me for this?”
“No My Lady. If anything I am going to love you more for it.”
She gave him another grateful smile before sitting up. The sun had begun to set and she knew she should be getting home. She probably had a dozen of so missed calls from Alya waiting for her.
“Well who knows,” she said attempting to be flippant. “Maybe he’ll finally just reject me and I will change my mind about you Kitty.”
“Wouldn’t that be a twist,” Chat laughed climbing to his feet and offering her his hand to help her up as well.
“It would probably be for the best,” she sighed. “It’s not like we can be together. Not with Hawkmoth still on the loose. There is too much at stake. And I don’t know if I could bear having to hide my identity in a relationship.”
Chat grinned again. “You are very wise My Lady.”
“Mostly I am just telling myself that so I can feel better,” she admitted and was rewarded with a loud melodious laugh.
“You know,” he said, eyes twinkling “you are probably right. Clandestine meetings, midnight makeout sessions, it’s probably better to hold out for the real thing.”
“Besides, I hate to break it to you My Lady but I have a sinking feeling that #Ladrien is not to be.”
“And why is that Kitty?”
Chat said looking out at the sunset, “not to be the bearer of bad news but I have it on very good authority that your lover is very much spoken for.”
“oh?” Ladybug said trying not to let her disappointment show.
“Yes, completely and hopelessly in love. Someone at his school in fact.”
“And who is this mystery girl?” she asked.
“It’s right on the tip of my tongue,” Chat said his eyes glittering with something she couldn’t quite name, “it will come to me. I’ll have to tell you next time I see you.”
“Well thanks for the heads up,” she said leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, “and thanks for cheering me up.”
“Always My Lady. I should probably get heading home myself.” he pulled out his staff and and extended it.
“Oh,” he said, shooting her a final grin as prepared to depart, “I do remember one thing.” “And what’s that?”
“The mystery girl, I knew there was something about her that I found particularly delectable.”
Summary: (Modern!AU) In which Bucky uses his time on stage at the Oscars to let the world in on a secret he’s been keeping for more than two years.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2,217
A/N: Happiest of happy birthdays to my twin, @imaginingbucky . You are a queen and I adore you with every single ounce of my being. I know how much you love award shows, so I hope you enjoy this too.
Bucky feels like a nervous teenager as he sits
in the backseat of a stretch limousine, waiting to arrive at his destination.
His hands are clammy, his heart is beating too quickly and he can’t stop
tapping his foot on the floor. After six years in the acting business, he
shouldn’t feel this way. He’s attended more than his fair share of award shows
to know all kinds of techniques to keep any concerns at bay. Yet here he is
trying his hardest not to hyperventilate and hold his water bottle without
spilling it all over his expensive suit. He’d never hear the end of it from his
stylist if he did.
“Looking forward to the show tonight?”
Vision asks, momentarily catching Bucky’s gaze in the rear view mirror.
Bucky pulls at the collar of his shirt before
shifting slightly. Usually this backseat offers him the comfort he needs, no
matter how he’s feeling. Today he might as well be sitting on rocks.
“You don’t sound it,” Viz observes, as
he makes a right turn down a side street. He’s an expert at getting you where
you need to go while also avoiding all of the LA traffic. “Is it because
you’re up for ‘Best Actor in a Leading Role’?”
That was the time that had passed since my heart were broken, I had never felt
that kind of pain and sadness before and I hated that something like this affected
me that much.
sitting in one of the booths at Pop’s, trying to cheer myself up with a
strawberry milkshake when one of the worst things I could imagine happened.
I lifted my
sight when I heard the door bell ringing, announcing someone was getting in,
and there he was, Reggie Mantle, the reason why I was in pain. It wasn’t seeing
him what hurt the most though, it was seeing him with another girl what broke
me. I knew the girl, she was from Riverdale high and she was in the cheerleader
team with my friends.
I put my
hand on my forehead trying to hide myself, but I guess that seeing a girl
having a milkshake alone was something pretty noteworthy.
sideways in his direction to see if he had noticed me and what I saw was the
big smile in his face, something the girl had said made him augh and the only
thing I felt was the urge of bursting into tears. He was truly happy, it only
took him one moth to get over me, after three years together, when I was me the
one who made him laugh. He was happier now that he was with me.
his gaze found mine and his smile disappeared. I looked down at my milkshake as
if I wasn’t staring at him, but it was pretty obvious, so while he was coming
my way I finished my milkshake and stood on my feet ready to go.
I stopped, even though I could had ignored him and left, I decided to face him.
Reggie” I said turning around, I couldn’t look him in the eye.
“I just wanted to… How are you?” he asked, almost with fear in his
“(Y/N) are you ok?” I
felt Betty’s hand on my shoulder, which made me come back to reality.
I bended down to grab
the notebook I had left fall when I saw what had written inside. I needed to
see it again to make sure what my eyes had seen was real.
“This can be happening…”
I said. My voice cracked at the end. I didn’t mind looking weak in front of
Betty and Veronica, at the end of the day they were my best friends.
“You should take some
rest and give it a second thought, tomorrow it will be another day and you’ll
have decided what you want to do” Veronica said putting her hand on my back and
caressing that spot, trying to calm me.
“No, I need to do this
now” I closed the notebook and I turned around “don’t worry Betty, I’ll give
this to you tomorrow” I added without turning to face them.
I guess that you are too” I said looking to the girl waiting for him and then
looking at him again.
silent appear between us and I was about to leave when he spoke again.
wanted you to know that I’m really sorry about what happened”
“I’m sorry (Y/N)! I
didn’t want you to find out this way, I wanted to be the one who told you. But it
never seem to be the perfect timing” Reggie said putting a hand on my shoulder
and turning me around to face him “It’s just a stupid number, it doesn’t mean
anything, you have to believe me, I love you (Y/N)”
“Then why didn’t you
do anything to stop this? Why didn’t you destroy this horrible playbook and
tell me the truth? Do you have an idea how disgusting it is how you treat
girls, as if we were objects, as if we were just a number” I answered almost
screaming “I believe you Reggie, I believe you when you say that you love me
and that’s the worst part, because I love you too, but I can’t be with you
after this. I can’t act like anything happened” I turned and left him there.
He tried to speak to
me after that but I just simply avoid him, until he stopped trying.
Reggie, I’m sorry too, believe me” I was doing everything in my power to look
like I was fine, like this conversation wasn’t breaking me inside and the truth
was that I just wanted to disappear to cry alone “I hope you find what you need
and that you have a happy life. You deserve it” I felt every word, as painful
as they were.
loved someone as much as I loved Reggie, but what he did wasn’t something easy
to process, he knew better than anyone how it felt when someone treat you just
for something you’re good at, that’s why I believed him when he said he was
sorry and he maybe didn’t agree with that playbook, but still he took part of
it and he put me in there, which cost our relationship.
that sound like a goodbye? We’re going to see each other around”
“I’ve been accepted
in Julliard and I’m leaving at the end of the week” luckily for me our break up
happened when we were hearing about colleges acceptances and I got into my
dream college, so when they told me I could go there as soon as I finished my
classes I didn’t doubt it for a second.
know it, congrats” He was so shocked that he didn’t sound like he meant it, but
I guess that didn’t matter anymore.
I left Pop’s, finally bursting into tears
That was it
that was probably the last time I was going to see Reggie in my entire life,
because I had no intentions in coming back to Riverdale, ever. I was someway
relieved, but in pain at the same time, I knew every time I remembered my high
schools years he was going to be all I could think about.
I wanted to
believe my friends when they told me that I would find someone new, someone who
will make me happier than Reggie and I always admit they were right, but I knew
that I was happier with Reggie, no one would never make me feel like he did.
five years since I felt Riverdale for good and all that gossip that surrounded
I was still
friends with Betty; she came a lot to New York to visit me and Veronica, who
came with me to New York a few months after I left. We were the best of friends
no matter what.
My life was
completely different, new friends, new attitude, I was happy again. I didn’t
think too much about Reggie, but when I did it I wasn’t angry at him, I forgave
him a long time ago.
I hadn’t had a boyfriend since him, I had had some good friends but that was
when I was on my way to the academy to practice for a show we had in a couple
of weeks something incredible happened.
don’t even know why I asked, I could recognize him anywhere.
in my direction and when he saw me a big smile appeared in his face.
exclaimed “I was hoping to find you, but I didn’t think that would actually was
going to happen” I could help but giggle at his words.
I am. what are you doing in New York?”
“I am a tourist
I guess. I came to spend a month here. I’m staying at Moose’s actually”
sounds great. Did you like what you’ve seen so far?”
“I know I
like what I’m seeing right now”
guess some things never change” I answered laughing “I can show you around if
you want, you know the secret places and stuff like that”
me your phone” I said extending my hand towards him. I saved my number and gave
him the phone back “Text me and we can meet tonight to have dinner”
“I have to go;
I’m going to be late. See you tonight Reg”
walking with a big smile on my face, I couldn’t believe what had happened, I
had to admit that this five year were good on him and I hoped that after all
this time he still wanted a chance because I was willing to give him one.
phone rang and I looked at it, I had a new message.
Unknown: I forgot to ask you something before…
Me: Sorry but… who is this?
Unknown: Oh come on (Y/N)!
Me: Just kidding, what did you want to ask me
Reggie: Are you dating someone?
Me: hmmmm… I don’t think so, why?
Reggie: Just curiosity
Me: Are you dating someone?
Reggie: Not right now, but ask me tomorrow
Me: You are too confident in your chances, but…
I guess you can make me the same question tomorrow; maybe you get a different
texting and I couldn’t stop laughing with the things he said and how he reacted
to the thing I said, at least he was still as fun as I remembered, I couldn’t
wait for tonight, I was almost as nervous as I was in our first date, but this
time I knew it was going to be better, we were different, we had grown up and I
was sure I wouldn’t let anything hurt me again.
I watched as people walked in the gardens
outside the hospital, struggling to distance myself from the acute sound that
seemed to be permanently whistling inside my ears. It was the sound of immediately before – the universe’s cry
of warning that catastrophe was imminent. I found myself trapped in that
moment, long after the physical pain was gone – after weeks in the intensive
care unit, I was finally starting the skin grafts on my back –, paralyzed in a
life-changing moment. Doomed to stand in the frontier of what I had been and
what the blast had made me become.
A couple was strolling nearby, the woman
holding the bundle of their newborn baby, the man enraptured, dutifully keeping
watch over a couple of celebratory balloons, announcing a perfect boy in
I had seen myself in that life, before. My hand
entwined with a faceless woman – her eyes mysteriously the colour of strong
whiskey, enough to inebriate me with its fumes -, mindlessly walking towards a
shared house, a shared life. I couldn’t fathom such a thing now – the explosion,
caused by a gas leak at my apartment building at the university, had tarnish
skin and dreams alike.
The breeze kept everyone outside mercifully
comfortable, under an otherwise hot sun. It was only the second time I had
ventured to go outside, wearing the notorious grey pajamas from the hospital,
which marked me as belonging somewhere else other than sitting on a bench under
the leafy tree.
The sense of disconnection from everything
around me was crushing – I felt like I was standing inside a glassed cage,
looking at people with normal lives, unable to find an escape to join them. Jenny
and Ian visited me daily, trying their best to cheer me up and to bring me back
to myself – I had no heart to tell them that only dust and fragments had
remained from that man. I was alive, thankfully
– but had no notion of what to do with that surprising gift.
“May I sit down?” A woman asked me. I nodded,
not bothering to look at her – instead I curled more into my robe, making
myself invisible, biting my bottom lip to avoid moaning with pain from the
stretching skin. Breathing, moving, walking – everything came with a renewed
cost, as if to remind me that my survival still demanded sacrifice.
She sat on the other end of the bench. I saw
her blue sneaker dangling spiritedly on the periphery of my vision, as my
nostrils were filled with the smell of rosemary and lemon.
“Excuse me.” The voice next to me said,
somewhat timidly. “I could swear I know you, but can’t really figure out from
I tilted my head and looked straight into the
Her eyes were the exact same shade as ten years
before – I would recognize them anywhere, even if I couldn’t recognize her
brown curls or her tentative smile. My jaw dropped an inch, as I stared
flabbergasted at the girl from the graveyard.
“You!” I babbled, nervously fumbling with the catheter,
skilfully taped to my forearm by a kind nurse. “Ah – yes!” I tried to recover
seeing her confused look, silently kicking myself for blurting. “We have met
once – many years ago.”
“You’re the boy from the cemetery.” She said
slowly, her hawk eyes studying my face. She had an adorable wrinkle of
concentration between her brows. “Ellen’s son!”
“Aye.” I smiled, shyly. “I dinna think ye’d
“Of course I do.” She nodded, offering me a
kind smile. “I always pay my respects to Ellen, whenever I visit my parents.”
I couldn’t answer – my throat suddenly thick
with emotion, as words and feelings nestled like a snake around my vocal
chords. That she remembered her act of kindness as vividly as I did – and that
she had kept watch over my mother – deeply moved me. I gave her a – I hope –
grateful nod and looked away, composing the emotions that ran wild, raw and untamed,
after the accident.
“Are you a patient here?” She asked. I raised
my eyes to look at her again and noticed she was wearing a white uniform, akin
to the nurses I was used to see, with an identification card that read “C. Beauchamp. Trainee.”
“Aye.” I swallowed hard, attempting at nonchalance.
“I have the pleasure of being a guest of the Burn Unit.”
“Ah.” Her eyes softened – it marvelled me how
they changed so significantly, reflecting her states of mind. I was prepared to
see the pity that always followed such a statement – but it never came. Her
face was a mirror of sympathy and concern – but she wasn’t about to treat me as
an invalid. “Good thing you’re able to come outside, then. Such a splendid day,
today! I had been dreaming all morning of eating my sandwich outside.”
“Do ye work here?” I questioned, watching as
she unwrapped and bit her sandwich – egg and tomato on rye bread – with a
satisfaction that made my own mouth water.
“Nurse in training.” She explained, closing her
eyes in delight for the utter brilliance of her simple pan. “Actually it’s my
last day here.”
“I wish I could say the same.” I gave her a lopsided
smile and she laughed – a bit too loud and carefree, like a delighted child.
For a moment I forgot where I was and why I sat so uptight – she made me forget
things. She made me remember others too – transparent things, important things,
that could carve the exit from my self-imposed prison.
“The food isn’t that bad.” She joked, offering
me some salt and vinegar chips that she had started to munch. Her eyes searched
the plastic bracelet on my arm, easily reading my name there. “Jamie.”
“Hmmm.” I smiled, conceding at the personal
treatment. “I’m afraid I miss my morning parritch…” I looked at her
expectantly, waiting for her to reveal her identity in return.
She laughed, playfully saluting me with her joined fingers like a soldier. “Nice
to meet you. Again.”
We stayed in amiable silence, as she completed
her picnic-style lunch and I continued to study the world around me, through
the eyes of a dead-man walking. But the trees where suddenly greener again and
the distant voices seemed to speak to me, teasing me but finally within my
“Thank ye,” I said slowly, tapping my fingers
on my leg – much thinner than usual, muscles having been consumed in the
furnace of my recovery. “For not asking - about what happened.”
Claire glanced at me – I saw again the same
wise-beyond-her-years look, the soul that knew pain and how to heal it, which
had held me together ten years before. “I didn’t think it mattered.”
I raised my brows, surprised. “It’s all
everyone wants to talk about.”
“You can tell me, if you want to.” She licked
her lips for crumbs and smiled, tilting her chin to expose her face to the sun.
She resembled a lazy cat, stretching under the warmth, gathering enough energy
to wreak havoc afterwards. “But I know you’re here and whole and that’s enough
“Is it?” I whispered, smiling beyond myself.
“Yes.” Claire threw me an evaluating glare, like
she could read into my soul and was ready to challenge the defeatist thoughts
that resided there. “Is it enough for you?”
“It hasn’t been…” I admitted, brushing my
unusually short hair – another thing lost during the first days in hospital
care. “But perhaps I’m beginning to see things differently.”
“I’m glad.” She smiled tenderly – and she
seemed truly content. For the first time in weeks I noticed my heart galloping
inside my chest, strong and lively, as able to be moved and broken as ever
“Jamie!” Jenny waved at me from the door,
calling me to get back to my room – it was time for another dose of intravenous
antibiotics and physical therapy. I raised my hand in response and slowly got
up – whimpering and trembling a little, to my mortification. Claire’s hand quickly
came to help stabilize me, holding my chest, as if she had guessed that my back
was the source of all pain.
“Ye should be a doctor.” The words burst from
my mouth, sounding strangely calm and confident. “Ye’ll be a wonderful nurse –
but ye could be a brilliant doctor.”
She looked surprised – an image that suited
her, for it was screamed from every trembling muscle, flutter of lashes and
promise of smile in the corners of her mouth. Claire’s face spoke of truth as
mine spoke of loss and of gratitude to her.
I waved in short goodbye and walked away slowly,
holding my crutch for support.
When the physical therapist pressed me to give
more, I gritted my teeth and did it, even if cursing every generation before
him inside my head. When the nurses applauded the results of the healing
grafts, I allowed myself to share the happiness, instead of focusing on
everything still left to be done. When the quiet night came, I closed my eyes
and dared to plan a life to come.
Claire Beauchamp. The woman who seemed to appear
when my need was greatest. I wished I could talk to her and tell her that I had
been scared – of living and failing to be enough – but she had healed me, like
new and joyous blood cast into my veins. Unfortunately, I had only her name –
no phone or address I could use to contact her.
The next time I saw her, she was wearing a
black dress, in the middle of a night with no stars.
Summary: The Gladers decide to play Truth Or Dare. Minho dares Y/N to kiss Newt.
We sit in a large circle in the middle of the Glade. The majority of the Gladers are holding a jug of Gally’s drink - Teresa, who is sitting between Thomas and I, is starting to look a little green.
“Let’s play Truth Or Dare!” yells Minho. The boys cheer, their drinks sloshing onto the hard ground.I laugh, despite my uneasiness about the game. Minho briefly explains the rules. Alby watches him warily but doesn’t interrupt him.
As usual, the dares are pretty stupid. Gally runs three laps of the Glade completely naked, and Winston licks one of the toilet seats without cleaning it first.
I look across the circle at Newt. As soon as our eyes meet, he blushes and looks away. I frown. He always seems to be nervous around me. Am I that scary? Minho looks between us amusedly, and I cringe, sensing that he is planning something.
“Truth or dare, Y/N?” he asks. I freeze up. Which one should I pick? I figure that it’s always safer to go with dare - I don’t want all the boys knowing my secrets. The Gladers become silent, waiting for my answer. I look at Teresa, hoping for some support, but she looks like she’s about to puke.
“Dare” I smile, trying to look like I’m totally at ease. Minho grins mischievously, and I roll my eyes, trying to look confident. In reality, my heart is racing. I wipe my sweaty palms on my pants and take a deep breath.
“I dare you…to kiss Newt!” he laughs. I look at him, wide-eyed. The sound of the Gladers cheering fades away as panic starts to choke me. Will I really have to kiss Newt? Sure, he’s handsome and sweet, and he has an amazing accent…but what if he doesn’t want to kiss me?
I look at Newt. He smiles nervously and starts to stand up, brushing his blonde hair out of his eyes. I push myself onto my feet and meet him in the middle of the circle. All eyes are on us. I hadn’t realised how tall Newt was, or how deep and warm his brown eyes were.
“Hey” he whispers.
“Hey” I reply shakily. He takes a step towards me.
“If you don’t want to do this, I…” I start. He laughs, cutting me off.
“You think I’m going to let the opportunity to kiss a beautiful girl pass by?”
I blush. “Unless, of course, you don’t want to do this…” he continues.
I shake my head. “You think I’m going to let the opportunity to kiss a cute boy pass by?”
He laughs and leans down towards me. Time seems to slow down. Our lips connect. My eyes close instinctively and, feeling his arms wrap around my waist, I put my arms around his neck. I smile against his lips, barely hearing the Gladers cheering, Gally shouting “Get a room!” or Teresa vomiting.
We break apart for air after what feels like hours, both grinning from ear to ear.
Request:Can you do one where the reader has to fix Daryl’s bike cause he totaled it and is too hurt to do it himself?
(I kinda went into a different direction with this, but I think it’s still close enough)
word count: 993
I was sitting on a bench outside Aaron’s and Eric’s house watching Daryl fine-tune his bike. He got it back from Dwight a while ago but for some reason Daryl couldn’t stand the fact that it had been in Dwight’s possession for so long. He had wanted to ditch it but I had convinced him to screw Dwight and tune the bike until it wasn’t the same anymore. He had agreed because where in the world would you find a working bike these days?! One that wasn’t mine of course. “You need help?”, I yelled with my eyes still closed as I heard loud clanging coming from the garage. “I’m fine”, he grunted back but the bang following his words proved him a liar. “I know a thing or two about bikes. I’ll help you!” I stood up and walked over to the garage where Daryl stood flabbergasted and more or less completely covered in motor oil. “Maybe I’ve overdone it”, he whispered looking down. “Yeah, maybe”, I said. “It might be done for, you know that?!” “I’ll fix it.”
Imagine Jared Leto is Your Best Friend’s Dad - Chapter 13
Chapter 13 - A Broken Frame
*mature gifs ahead*
This chapter was inspired by the song Guys My Age by Hey Violet. Feel free to listen as you read, it’s a great song and really fitting to the character ;-)
Morning came even quicker than last time. I feel the warmth of his body against my back. It was so comforting, his lean arm draped over my body, connecting us.
I studied his forearm. His skin looked and felt so smooth, not oily or dry, but just healthy and clear. I outlined his arm, taking in the shape with my hands.
I glided my fingers down to his hand, tracing his palm. His hands weren’t as soft and smooth as his harm. Callouses outlined his palms, either from working out or all that housework he must do. The memory of his cart full of household cleaning items came across my mind. Funny thing, Mr. Leto never talks about a gardening. It must be for the houses he sells.
My mind wandered back to his warm body pressed against my back. I lapsed back into the memories from last night of us wrapped in each other’s arms, inseparable.
I felt myself melt into his arms. A soft kiss on my neck broke my train of thought.
“Someone’s awake,” he said groggily. The huskiness in his voice sent chills down my spine and was literally, the sexiest thing to wake up too.
“Someone’s still sleepy, ” I retorted playfully as I turned to face him .
“For you, I’d be awake in a heart beat.” He said suggestively.
His voice paled in comparison with his looks. Yep, he was just as flawless as he was before. My eyes outlined his perfectly handsome features. I started with is eyes, then his cheek bones, his jaw , down to his neck and stopped at his clavicle. I decided to give my eyes a break and grazed my fingers against his shoulders and chest.
He stared back at me calmly as I touched him. I felt peaceful in the oddest way.
“I don’t want to leave. I could stay in bed with you all day.” I said out loud to myself.
“Don’t say that Kerri, or I’ll just might have to make that happen.” He tapped my nose with finger with his finger.
I laughed as I inched closer to him. He leaned in, kissing me tenderly. He proceeded to kiss down across my jaw tracing down to my shoulders.
“Do you need anything, sugar?” Herc asked you, calling you over the phone. You balanced your phone between your shoulder and your ear, trying to listen to him over the business of the office. “I know you were feeling sick this morning. Did you still go in for work?”
Your pregnancy had been up and down. Some mornings were a little tougher than the others. Laf assured you that it was all normal. Everything he had suggested had helped so you felt okay enough to come in.
“Yeah. I’ll rest when I get home.” You mumbled sheepishly. “Hey,“ You almost hung up, but then you remembered. “Can you get ice cream on the way home? And those pretzels I like?“
Herc chuckled, double checking to make sure he had his keys. "Course. John and Alex will be home a little later, but Laf will be home, okay?"
“Mkay.” You hummed. Hercules smiled a little. You must have been a little busy. Your sentences were getting shorter.
He was pleasantly surprised when you said, "Hey, I love you, Herc."
He smiled, felt his heart warm up a little. "I love you too. Call the studio if you need me. See you later."
A/N: I’ve written this one for @minourouss. I hope you like it, boo.
Word Count: 1314
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol
“Guys, I am way too sober for this” I say,
trying to sit back down on the couch.
We had had our last exam of the semester
this morning and we were celebrating it. The night was perfectly scheduled,
dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant, drinks at the newest pub in town and
hit the club right after that. We were all dressed to impressed and ready to
run this city, and I was all for it until we got to the pub and found out they
were having karaoke night. We found a couch with a small table and we sat down
as two of my friends went to the bar and ordered our drinks.
“(y/n), you should go up there and show
them how it’s done” and it started, my friends pushing me out of the couch,
yelling at the host that I wanted to sing a song and I trying to use my sobriety
as an excuse.
“C’mon, we have heard you sing a million
times. You are good” my friends kept pushing me. “Here, bottoms up and get
ready to rock and roll” they say, handing me two shots of tequila.
I look at them and I know I have no choice
so I drown both of the shots and walk down to the stage, where two very drunk
ladies are singing, I’m too nice to say that they are destroying, “holding out
for a hero” by Bonnie Tyler. I take the time to look around while I wait, the
pub is not packed, but there is a fair amount of people there. God, I need
another ten shots, pronto.
“What are you singing, doll?” the host asks
me and I look at him, that was a hell of a good question.
“Mmh… I think I’m gonna do Do I by Luke
Bryan” I answer and he nods, looking for it on the computer.
“No pressure, but we kind of need a good
show after this” he jokes, looking at the two women who are having trouble
staying on their feet.
I give him a nervous smile and wait until
he hands me the mic and helps the last artists down the stage. I take a deep
breath and go up.
“So… I don’t really want to do this, like
at all” everyone laughs at my comment and that gives me the courage I need to
keep talking. “I don’t want to do this, but today it is our first night of
freedom after finals and I’m taking one for the team, so here I go”
I give a small nod and the music starts
playing. I’ve always liked this song, from the moment I first listened to it. I
know every single word, I don’t need to look at the lyrics on the monitor, so I
just walk around on the stage. I look at my friends and they are holding their
hands on the air, swaying from left to right and making me laugh. The song ends
and I give the crowd a shy smile as they give me an ovation, or at least it
feels like an ovation to me.
“I was kidding when I said we needed a good
show, but thank you for that, it was amazing” the host says and I feel my
cheeks heating up.
I walk back to my friends and they stand
up, making a scene as they yell my name and ask me for autographs.
“Ok, stop it. You’ve embarrassed me enough
for the next hundred years” I scowl at them, sitting on the couch and grab my
drink, ready to get as wasted as possible.
We listen to a couple of songs, laughing
and cheering as the people on stage are our favorite artists when the bartender
brings a bottle of champagne to our table. The bottle is tipped by a lit
sparkler and brings everyone’s attention to us.
“Excuse me, we haven’t ordered th…” my
friend tries to tell the man when he pulls a note from his pocket and gives it
to me before walking away.
I look at it in shock for a couple seconds
while the sparkler keeps lighting up the room.
“What does it say?” “What is it?” “How is
it from?” I snap back to reality and open the note to find a short text.
“(y/n), I think Justin Bieber is flirting
with you” and all of them laugh as I look around the room, trying to find the
mysterious man that has paid for an overly expensive bottle of champagne.
My eyes travel all over the place before
they find a pair of big brown eyes staring at me making me blush, and I thank
God for the darkness of the room. I know very well who he is and I mentally
face palm myself for not figuring it out before. I give him a shy smile and he
smirks, mouthing “cheers” and holding up his glass while I shake my head and
bite my lip. He turns back to his group of friends and I do the same, finding
all the eyes set on me.
“Is that who I think it is?” yeah, my
friends are hockey fans too.
“I suppose it is” I answer and let go of
the breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“Girl, hook us up. Tyler and I could have a
good time” my friend Alyssa says and I roll my eyes.
“I don’t think it works that way, Al” I
mutter, drinking the rest of liquor I have in my glass. I’m quite tipsy by now,
the alcohol is kicking off and I feel quite floaty. “C’mon ladies, let’s go to
We get on our feet, ready to go, when my
brain decides that it is a good time to be brave.
“Hold on” I say to my friends, turning
around and heading to the VIP space in the pub.
Jamie is talking with some of his friends
when his brother elbows him and cocks his head in my direction. Jamie looks at
me and gets up, meeting me half way. I’m sure he doesn’t want to have this
conversation in front of his friends.
“Thanks for the champagne, it was very kind
“You are welcome. It got your attention, so
it is money well spent” He smirks and my heart flutters
“It definitely did” I give him a shy smile.
“Hitting the clubs?” he asks, looking at my
“As I said, first night of freedom” I laugh
“going out tonight?”
“No, we are just having a couple drinks to
unwind a little” he explains and I turn my head to look at his friends. All of
they are part of the Dallas Stars and all of them are staring at us “big game
“Well, do me a favor and kick some ass
tomorrow?” I joke around.
“(y/n), that’s a pretty name” he looks
right at my eyes and I swear I’m gonna faint “you should come to the game
“Sold out, my friend” I say, annoyed
because my friends and I couldn’t get tickets on time.
“It’s good you have contacts then…” He
winks at me and hands me his phone.
“Smooth, Benn. Very smooth” I praise him,
typing my name and number and handing it back to him “tell my contact to text
me the details”
“He will do it gladly” he smiles and looks
over my shoulder “you should go before your friends go crazy”
I turn around and I see them pointing at
the door and making weird dance moves.
“Gotta go” I say, turning around and
walking towards my crazy ass friends. “see you around”
We leave the pub and walk for around three
minutes before I get a text from a number I don’t know.
out of trouble, young lady.
I raise an eyebrow and I’m about to text
back I get another message,