A/N: Guess who’s feeling a bit angsty today? I just challenged myself to write a quick one to get rid of my writer’s block, and this is what I came up with! Tell me if you guys think of it! xx
Some say it was the right place at the wrong time, some say it was the other way around, but with Luna, it was just not meant to be. Plain and simple.
It started out quite nicely, seeing a boy across the room. Their eyes met, and she saw him smile, raising the glass he’s holding as he talked to the people around him. Not long after, he’s plucked up the courage to walk up to her and introduce himself.
From strangers to friends, and from friends to best friends where people would already assume they were together. Harry and Luna had made it a game whenever people would mistake them as a couple. They’d play along. Maybe a bit of hand holding here and there, his arm over her shoulder, and hugs given out until the moment they would laugh and couldn’t take it anymore. They’ll eventually tell the people they are with that they’re nothing more than just friends.
But friends wasn’t what Harry wanted. He wanted more. He did enjoy pretending to be her boyfriend, even just for a few minutes. He wanted to be the real deal. He did love holding her and how she felt against him. So he did ask her, and she said yes. It was no surprise to anyone that they did end up together. It was no surprise that it felt like it was meant to be, and that they were in it for the long haul. People loved seeing them together, hoping that they would end up married with children in the next years to come, but it wasn’t what happened.
He said goodbye. Not in the cruelest way possible, no. It was the most peaceful conversation they’ve ever had. They saw it coming long before it was even brought up, but no one had the guts to say it. Or maybe they were hoping things would turn out differently, but it didn’t. That was it, they had to separate. With tears in their eyes, they parted ways. There was so much left to be said, but they didn’t have the courage to voice everything out. They tried their best to save it, but it’s just not working.
No matter how much people said they were perfect, and no matter how much people hope they’d be back together, she knew deep in herself that it’ll never happen. The people that they were are completely different from who they are now, or at least who she is. She doesn’t even know who she is anymore, and that scared her. Too many things had changed, good or bad, it changed her completely. And she knows she’s not the person he fell in love with anymore, and he’s never coming back.
With a swig of the alcohol that has been keeping her company the whole night, there she lived in her fantasies, her what ifs and what could have beens.
Some say it was at the right place at the wrong time, some say it was the other way around, but with her, it was a dream that will haunt her forever.
Imagine a Uncharted AU where Stiles and Derek are a treasure hunting team that travel through historical sights, uncovering legends and treasure. They travel around the world, going on adventures together and bickering the whole time as they travel through abandoned ruins and solve the mysteries of forgotten legends.
Derek is an archaeologist who tries to uncover lost treasures for the better of society and culture. He’s intrigued by the legends his father used to tell him when he was younger, and after his family died in a house fire, he retreated to those stories as a way of holding onto the memory of happier times. Despite people constantly telling him that he’s chasing daydreams and fairy tales, he proves them wrong; discovering lost ruins and uncovering the legends.
Stiles however is a “thief”, a commissioned expert with the ability to use any weapon put in his hand and a habit of breaking a lot of things. He has a quick-witted personality that can often get them into more trouble than they had bargained for.
The more adventures they go on, the closer they get to one another; sharing their secrets and starting a relationship together that leads to them being the most badass treasure hunting couple.
Summary: You find yourself wishing to rekindled your love for piano, a childhood hobby you once loved but couldn’t find the time for in your early teenage years. So your mother sets you up lessons with her best friend’s son, who just so happens to be quite the musician(and quite the young man).
A/N: I HAD ALREADY WRITTEN THIS WHOLE THING, AND THEN TUMBLR DID SOMETHING WEIRD AND NOW I’M RE-WRITING IT AND I HATE MYSELF. BUT I’M REALLY GLAD IT HAPPENED ACTUALLY BECAUSE I LIKE HOW THIS DRAFT TURNED OUT BETTER. I love my Sammy boy, so there will definitely be more parts to this imagine. @tomhollandhollaatme, this one’s for you.
The blistery air of London’s winter hit your cheeks as you made your way to the Holland household. You hadn’t been to their home in quite some time, eight years to be exact, but the way there was almost ingrained in your head from the many trips as a young girl. The many times you’d skipped along this sidewalk with your brother and mum, on your way to the many play dates you had with the Holland boys, laughter filling your soul as your ran towards your best friends. But that was so long ago, and you had grown up, made new friends and found a life without the Holland boys.
You still cared about them, and still stayed in contact. Liking each others Instagrams, and texting a ‘Happy Birthday’ or ‘Merry Christmas’, was a regular set of communication that the four of you kept. You had gone and seen Tom in Spider-Man, both in Civil War and the newest film, sending him congratulations with a smiley face. You had watched the twins grow from those annoying boys to handsome young men, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t excited to see them today. Specifically Sam, who was actually the one giving you these lessons.
As you walked up to the door, you felt a sense of familiarity as your reached out and rang the door bell three times. The chilly air nipped at your exposed hands as your rubbed them together, trying to create the friction you needed for warmth to course through them. Your teeth chattered as you waited for the door to open, patiently, and when it did you smiled widely at the red headed woman on the other side of it.
“Hey, Nikki. How are you?” You say as she ushered you through the threshold, closing the door and taking your coat and scarf before hugging you tightly. “I’m doing swell, thank you. God, you’re practically frozen. Come on, the boys are in here.”
The two of you walked through the foyer and into the living area, chatting about the girls weekend that your mom, her, and you had just had two weekends back. Of course, you had seen Nikki and Dom at least twice a month, they were your parent’s best friends. The four of them did almost everything together when the Holland’s were in town, and sometimes you had the pleasure of spending a night full of stories and laughter with the pair of couples.
“Yeah, we’ll definitely have to do it again.” You said as Tessa ran up to you happily, jumping on her hind legs as she stretched to lick you. You laughed at the beauty, cooing at her lightly as you pet her, “Hello, darling, you can come too. Yes you can!” Nikki laughed as you invited Tessa to the next girls day, as she looked up at the boys that were seated on the couches.
“Boys! Look who’s here!” Their heads perked up as you stood from rubbing Tessa’s belly, looking at the boys who had grown oh-so-much. Paddy ran towards you with a huge smile plaster on his face as he exclaimed your name joyously. Tom’s smile was just as bright and confident, as he jumped up to give you a hug which you returned happily. Harry did the same, moving around Tom as you wrapped an arm around his waist in a side hug. Sam was the last one to approach you with an almost overly happy smile. His arms came to wrap around your waist, dipping his head in the crook of your neck, his hold pulling you slightly off the ground. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing against him in the tightest hug you could muster.
As you pulled away, questions were shot your way from every direction, a blush coming to your cheeks as Tom boasted about how beautiful you had become since he had last seen you in a club about a year and a half ago. You chuckled as you swatted at the compliment, “It was dark, and you were drunk. How could you tell?” The boys laughed at their brother, Paddy going back to his video game console as he lost interest in the conversation.
As your answered and asked question, the question of your relationship status was soon the topic of the conversation. The boys staring at you closely after Sam’s questioning eyes found yours.
“I-I uh-,” You let out a soft chuckle as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “I’m not in a relationship at the moment, and haven’t been since Tom called me hot in that club a year and a half ago.” Tom’s face went red and his eyes filled with an apologetic look in them which you just laughed at, “He was a dick anyways, toxic almost.” You confessed. Sam took this as his chance to suggest getting to the lesson, feeling guilty for even bringing up the subject, but feeling confident after receiving the newfound information.
Sam had started feeling things for you when the two of you were ten, at the time he wasn’t sure what he was feeling but he knew it was something. And that something had to do with the way your laugh sounds like the most joyous thing he had ever heard, or how your smile was as warm as honey, or how your (y/h/c) always glowed in the sunshine. The feelings only progressed as the two of you grew older, even with those eight years you had spent apart. And now, the beautiful girl that he had only seen pictures of through Instagram was walking beside him to the family music room. It was where he did all his lessons, but it would soon become a scared place for the two of you.
“So what all do you remember from when you were younger?” He asked you, after he lightly led you into the room by placing a gentle hand on the small of your back. Your cheeks ran warm, a pink flush rushing over them. You tried to recall what you could remember, but the hand on your back sent your brain reeling. What was this feeling? And was Sam Holland making you feel this way?
“U-Uh, my scales and maybe a few nursery rhymes?” You asked as more of a question. His arm gestured towards the piano bench where you sat and rest your fingers lightly on the keys, almost as if it had been imprinted in your brain.
“Good, I want you to play them for me. But be sure to keep your back straight, love.” The endearing term and the gentle but firm hand on your shoulders and back made your mind buzz, you only nodded before beginning to go through the scales. Sam would call out a note and you’d play the scale effortlessly.
“Well done, darling. Now, I’m going to see how well you can read a piece. Here is a nursery rhyme, play it to the best of your ability.” You nodded nervously while mumbling an “okay” as he placed the sheet in the stand that was built into the piano. You lightly started playing it, reading it with few mistakes making your heart swell with pride. You smiled up at Sam when you finished, him returning the smile before telling you the places where you messed up and how you can improve.
“Let’s try something a little harder.” He said quietly after you quickly mastered that piece, he made his way over to a book shelf of folders, flipping through them quickly, “Here, let’s try this.”
When he sat the piece down in front of you and you quietly hummed the first couple of notes, and you recognized the tone. “Clair de Lune?”, you questioned nervously.
He peered at you as he leaned over your shoulder, nodding as he smiled at you, “With practice, you’ll get it. We’ll work on it, and other things, during each lesson. These first couple of measures aren’t hard at all.” His arms wrapping around your shoulders, his hands taking yours in his own and moving them to play the beginning measures lightly. You turned your head to look at him, looking at his side features, the freckles on his cheeks dancing as he smirked to himself.
“Play it for me.” You said in a whisper, to which he turned his head towards yours, lips almost touching. He looked down at them slowly before looking back up at your eyes. You swear your heart stopped, “Of course, love.”
You got up from the bench, watching him as he took your place. You sat down in a chair was a few feet away, one that gave you a perfect side few of his body. The way he held himself as he sat there was beautiful, confident and strong. But what made your breath hitch was when he started to play the piece, his eyes closed while his hands moved delicately along the keys. His body gliding with the notes that floated through the air as they cascaded down the keys.
Then you realized. So suddenly, with the notes rushing together in a magical melody, you realized that the reason you loved piano was because of him. He made it look like a dance, like the black keys were the male leading a waltz with the white keys. You stood up abruptly and made your way over to the edge of the piano, just as he began the last few measures, almost hypnotized by the music.
His hands lifted delicately off the piano, the last note ringing through the air softly. His hands landed lightly in his lap, looking like the image of peace, completely consumed in the music. His eyes looked up to meet yours and he smiled at you lightly.
“When I play…I think of you…” He claimed lightly, a shy but warm smile on his face.
It was really out of character for Jughead to be seen flirting, and from certain angles it seemed to Betty as though he could have been. She’d come to visit her boyfriend at his new school, though stopping dead in her tracks before she reached the gates. A boy she couldn’t misplace leant against a heavily graffitied wall that had clearly been sprayed and repainted more times than anybody could count. He was almost unrecognisable, however his mysterious appearance hadn’t faltered. Perhaps it had been his strong and overly confident stance or the way that her eyes trailed to the unnervingly attractive girl stood before him. Or could it have been the soft half smile he was offering to her, that smile that he’d only ever shared with Betty. Throughout their entire relationship, Betty had felt nothing other than safe, secure and completely adored, just from the sight of this boy, but somehow now she only felt threatened and she couldn’t understand how. There was nothing in particular that made this girl different or more enviable than any other girl Jughead had ever interacted with, and when she’d finally convinced herself everything was okay, she saw her boyfriend reach around and pull of his leather jacket, offering it to the alluring, dark haired girl before him, and of course she accepted it gracefully. This act was what set Betty off and made her blood heat, she didn’t even feel hurt, just betrayed, and they shy, kindhearted little girl was dropped in an instant when Betty marched past the gates with complete confidence, grabbing Jughead’s wrist and startling him a little
‘Hey Bets’ he greeted, with a cool smile. As though nothing were wrong. As if he couldn’t see the pure frustration in her eyes. 'I wasn’t expecting you to visit today, is everything alright?’
'It was.’ She replied sulkily 'so who’s your friend?’
'That’s Toni, she’s an old friend from when I-’
Betty couldn’t listen, she wasn’t even sure why she’d asked in the first place, but using the grip on his wrist, she pulled him against her, snaking and arm around his shoulders and closing the space between them as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. At first Jughead had been startled, but all of a sudden he understood. Still not done, Betty edged herself around slightly, so her boyfriend was against the wall, their kiss getting rougher than originally expected.
Toni pretended to check her phone before shooting Jughead a sour look, she almost muttered a bitter apology to tell them she was leaving but she wasn’t the kid of girl to be ignored, so she strutted away, the couple completely unaware.
From the corner of her eye, Betty saw the girls brief exit and pulled apart for a split second
'You’re mine.’ She stated, and Jughead nodded quickly as if there had never been any doubt
'Let’s go’ he offered, taking her hand
'Someplace you’ll never forget’
A/N this is my first oneshot I’ve posted here so it probably sucks but my requests are open so feel free to ask for more, although pls bear in mind that I’m not the best at bughead and I never usually write about them at all. Hope you enjoy this nevertheless!!
ya wasnt that a thing in the original tho? i dont know about the american version but i think i read somewhere in the voltron wiki that there was something similar to an ancient powerful being in the japanese version
Okay guys. I’m going to be honest that I don’t know all the details, but what I gathered is that essentially fans made this poor kid have a panic attack.
What the actual fuck is wrong with NCTzens? You don’t do that to people. You don’t invade their personal space and make them that uncomfortable. Lee Minhyung is a person and he has rights, which includes PERSONAL FUCKING SPACE. You need to have respect, and that means keeping your distance. I don’t get why some people seem to think their job means that they’re everybody’s property, but they aren’t. Grow up.
Request: can you do one where the reader is singing and dancing around the office and cib joins them?
A/n: this is short but I like it okay! It’s also the first one I’ve written for Cib. The song she’s singing is “Another Day of Sun” from La La Land, because it’s so freaking happy. The italics are where they’re singing!
You’re in an uncharacteristically good mood for so early in the morning. You felt it from the moment you woke up before your alarm, all the way through L.A. traffic, through an incredibly slow coffee shop, and into the office about five minutes before nine. You’re humming the song that had been on in your car as you walk in, five coffees in tow.
“Morning,” Steven sighed as you handed him his coffee. You could tell he had not had the same morning as you.
“Morning, grumpy. You’re not allowed to speak until you drink your coffee and perk up a bit.”
At this, he laughed a little, giving you a small smile in thanks. You made your way around the office distributing coffees, continuing your humming. Autumn gave you a small smile and a characteristic nod, James asked who had replaced you with someone happier, but only Cib could match your good mood.
“Whatcha humming?” He asked, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in such a good mood before 2PM.”
Instead of answering, you just turned your humming into singing.
“Still I knew what i had to do Cause I Just knew”
You spun, placing your own coffee on your desk and turning back to Cib, continuing.
“Summer Sunday nights We’d sink into our seats right as they dimmed out all the lights A technicolor world made out of music and machine It called me to be on that screen And live inside each scene”
You were full on dancing at this point, making ridiculous, over the top movements like you were on a stage, trying to get the entire office to lighten up a little. Cib recognized the song and joined you, right on cue.
“Without a nickel to my name Hopped a bus, here I came Could be brave or just insane, We’ll have to see”
You pulled Cib out of his seat to dance with you as you kept going.
“Cause maybe in that sleepy town He’ll sit one day, the lights are down He’ll see my face and think of how he”
Cib joined you as you finished the line together
“Used to know me”
Cib was laughing, spinning you, and dancing pretty haphazardly for the small office space.
“Climb these hills I’m reaching for the heights And chasing all the lights that shine And when they let you down You’ll get up off the ground Cause morning rolls around And it’s another day of sun”
You and Cib finished together, to a round of applause as Cib dipped you. You both were laughing as you straightened up, taking a bow to the rest of the office.
“There was something that was just a little to happy about that for the very beginning of the day, but since it was La La Land, I’m going to have to let it slide,” Autumn said, laughing at the two of you, “and admit it cheered me up just a little.”
“I’ve never been cheered up once in my entire life,” Steven deadpanned, making you roll your eyes.
You kissed Cib’s cheek and went back to your desk to actually start working.
“Someone’s nicotine addiction is getting a little too out of hand, don’t you think, Cib?”
“All I know is that it’s costing me a fortune. We need to wean you off, dude,” Cib said as he sat down himself, winking at you from across the table and nudging your foot.
“I don’t pay you guys to make eyes at each other,” Steven jokes, cracking a smile at the two of you, “and I don’t have a nicotine addiction.”
It takes several minutes for the laughter in the office to calm down enough for anyone to get anything done.