ugh she's so cute i want her

Ahhhhhh I managed to finish this!
My friends @redenne and @vreemdear-draws have recently got me into playing Fire Emblem and highly recommended starting with Awakening.
I’m honestly enjoying it so much and fell in love with Chom from the first cutscene so I’m playing the game as a girl, but Oliva gives me so much life and is so cute!

I wanted to draw her in the midst of dancing looking all swishy and lost in dance but ugh, she just looks hella seductive haha! I FEEL KINDA BAD BECAUSE SHE’S SUCH A SWEETY AND I FEEL LIKE I’VE MADE HER A VIXEN! 

things that made me cry in ep. 8 of riverdale:

-betty grabbing jughead’s arm to kiss him
-JUGHEAD HOLDING THE CUPCAKE TIER MY SMOL SON
-‘you’re sweet to be here’ + betty acknowledging that this isn’t jug’s scene but hE SHOWED UP ANYWAYS BC HE’S GARBAGE FOR BETTY
-also that lil joke abt the bucket list he made was so cute my heart
-and the joke he made in the diner abt moose that betty laughed at ugh kms
-jughead being worried after archie reveals that his dad is a serpent and instantly looking at betty
-betty saying 'if we’re gonna be together’ bc she finally mentioned their status
-BETTY WANTING TO KNOW ALL ABT JUG
-JUGHEAD’S ARM AROUND HER
-jughead saying 'this is betty cooper’ to his dad killed me I am as dead as jason
-FP kinda gave jughead the look tho like so you do have a little girlfriend mhmm this tea
-the lights that came on when they kissed bc they are the lights in each other’s lives uGH
-obviously the boyfriend moment
-obviously the sitting next to each other at pop’s
-obviously everything bughead abt this episode ever

The One With the Baby Fever

Another one shot coming ‘atcha!! also, side note, I am like so in tune with Brie and Daniel’s baby stuff. Like I watch the youtube videos and stuff, and I’m just so excited for them. and I don’t even know them??

this was roughly 16 pages in my notebook? so  i’m pretty sure this is the longest thing I’ve ever wrote. and I wrote in a bit of Dean’s pov so be aware of that *finger guns*

Dean Ambrose x Reader

While meeting Brie Bella’s new baby, Dean starts to feel some type of way.

There is now a part two!!! this is going to be a mini series.

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Fights & Forgiveness

Originally posted by marorra

Anon requests: hii!! love your writing! i was just wondering if i could have an imagine where the reader and jughead are dating and where the reader, archie, and jughead have been friends for a long time but they don’t talk to archie as much (because of the falling out between jughead and archie.) and one day maybe jug and her get into a fight and all she wants is to talk to archie about it ? and fluff at the end please! idk if that makes any sense but i thought it would be cute to read. thank you so much!

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: After fighting with Jughead, (Y/N) turns to an old friend

Warnings: none

Word count: 919

A/N: ugh guys I’m so sorry I’ve been so inactive this past week and a half.  I’ve had so much to deal with school and music, and i’ve also had a serious case of writer’s block. hopefully I’ll be able to write more stuff soon, and until then, enjoy!


Jughead and I stood at my locker, talking about his novel.

“I just want to investigate a bit more tonight,” he told me as I pulled out my textbook.  “We can go to Pop’s after.”

“That’s fine with me,” I nodded, gently shutting my locker.  “I just don’t know if tonight is good for me.  I have to work on an English project, so I may have to skip out on the sleuthing.”  

“That’s okay,” he shrugged. “I’ll just come to Pop’s when I’m done.” I smiled and nodded, wrapping my arm around his as we began our trek down the school hallway.  Our conversation continued, but Jughead abruptly stopped talking when Archie walked past us.  The atmosphere grew tense for a moment as the two boys locked eyes.  Once he passed, Jughead returned back to normal.

“You know,” I steered away from our conversation topic, “you should talk to him.”

“I know,” Jughead agreed. “But I just… I can’t.  Not yet.”  I nodded in understanding and said nothing more about the subject.  Archie Andrews had been a sensitive topic ever since he flaked on Jughead to go on their road trip.  Even though Archie was one of my closest friends, I knew that because Jughead was my boyfriend, I had to take his side.  Which meant that I barely spoke to Archie anymore.

“So I’ll see you tonight?” I confirmed once Jughead and I stopped in front of my classroom.  He smiled and nodded.

“Of course.”


I arrived at Pop’s at around five o’clock, knowing that Jughead would come a bit later.  Pulling out my English binder, I began to work on my project.  

I finished the project three hours later, and Jughead had still not shown up.  Worriedly, I checked my phone for what felt like the millionth time. My leg bounced with anticipation as I drummed my fingers against the diner table, my eyes never leaving the entrance.  Jughead was almost always late to our dates, but never by this much.  I was about to call him when my phone buzzed.  Quickly, I unlocked it and checked my messages. Jughead had just texted me:

Sorry, sleuthing went late.  Not gonna make it to Pop’s tonight

Frustrated, I packed up my things and immediately left the diner.


“What the hell?” I stomped up to Jughead the next morning at school.  He looked at me with wide eyes.

“What?” he asked.

“Why the hell weren’t you at Pop’s last night?” I clarified, clenching my teeth.

“I told you, I was investigating.”

“That’s what you always say!” I furiously flung my hands.

“Because that’s what it always is,” he retorted.  “What, do you think I’m cheating on you?”

“No!” I yelled.

“Then why are you getting so worked up over this?”

“Because you always do this to me,” I seethed.  “You say you’re gonna investigate the murder but promise to meet me at the diner later, and every time I fall for it.  Every night I sit and wait for hours in the diner for you, but you never show up.  Do you know how pathetic that makes me look?”

“If you’re so upset about what people think about you, then don’t bother waiting for me at Pop’s!” Jughead retaliated.

“Trust me, I won’t,” I scoffed and stormed off.


That night, I sat in my room, toying with my phone.  My finger hovered over the call button, just wanting to talk and apologize.  Finally, I built up the courage and pressed the green button.

“Hello?” he asked confusedly.

“Hey, Archie,” I sniffled. “Can we talk?”

“And now I don’t know what to do.  Should I talk to him?  Or should I wait for him to talk to me?” I finished crying about what happened between me and Jughead.  Archie and I sat at a booth in Pop’s.  When I called him, I explained why I hadn’t been talking to him recently.  With complete understanding, Archie offered to meet me at the diner and catch up.

“I mean, he’s the one in the wrong here,” he shrugged.  “If he’s not gonna come up to you and apologize, it’s not worth it.”

“I just…” I stifled a sob, “I just don’t want to lose him over this.  We’ve been through so much.”

“He’ll come,” Archie assured me.  “I promise.” I smiled at my friend, happy to have him back in my life.  Our conversation drifted to more casual topics, such as school and Archie’s music. Suddenly, the bell on the diner door jingled, signaling that a new customer had entered.  I didn’t look up, but I did once the newcomer approached our table.  

It was Jughead.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking between me and Archie.

“To who?” I inquired sharply.

“Well… both of you,” he sighed, “but Archie already knows.”  I sent a puzzled look towards Archie, causing him to nod.  

“How?”

“He came up to me,” Archie answered on behalf of Jughead, “right after your fight.  He apologized for not talking to me, and I apologized for flaking on our road trip.”

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry,” Jughead apologized again.  “I’ve been so invested in investigating Jason’s murder that I’ve completely neglected our relationship.”

“Jug…” I trailed off, unable to finish my sentence.  Instead, I stood up, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him.  He smiled into the kiss, and we pulled away after a minute.

“So that means you forgive me?” he asked with a smile etched on his face.  I grinned and pecked his lips.

“Of course.”

Sweet Lies

summary: He dodged the subject of his career as much as possible but he still had to lie. Until he finally decided to tell you about it all.

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

pairing: Chanyeol x fem reader 

genre: angst, fluff, smut, mob! au 

word count: 3,064

warnings: mob boss! Chanyeol, mentions of blood and violence, fingering 

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r requests allowed?? for the uni au fic prompts you reblogged with @papalogia??? the #14 one??? :)

Meet Cute Reality

Word Count; 1096

A/N; Hey guys! Finally catching up on all the prompts in my inbox! This is from @papalogia ‘s prompt list !

14)  “I come to the library every day to ‘study’ but really I’m just watching Netflix over your shoulder and I’m really invested in this series and the day we’re supposed to be watching the season finale you’re not there and I??? Feel personally betrayed??”

Lucy sat down at her desk, flipped open her 17th-century literature notes, sat her triple shot extra vanilla caramel macchiato on the table, her textbook beside her, and finally looked up. 

He wasn’t there. 

Where the hell was he?

It was 5:30, Lucy was settled into her spot at the last table between Row Ba and Bu, and yet the table in front of her was glaring empty. 

How the fuck was she going to find out how this season of White Collar ended? 

Honestly, it wasn’t even Lucy’s fault she was addicted to that show. She had been sitting innocently in the library two weeks ago when she noticed the guy in front of her, not studying. Even if Lucy hadn’t done a double take on his neon pink hair and double bars in his left ear she would have noticed his screen playing the show just in front of him. It’s not like Lucy had been staring at him, it’s just that she had to look past him to watch his stupid laptop. 

Look, Lucy couldn’t afford Netflix and she wasn’t about to risk her own laptop going on one of those shady sites just so she could find out if Niel managed to pull the scam or if he’d stay on the good side with the agent. 

But God did she want to find out. Lucy looked down, worrying her lip. She probably could study like she had meant to every time she came here, but after the let down of mystery-boy not showing up Lucy just didn’t have the energy to do it. Dejected, she packed up her notes and textbook, putting in her headphones as she headed to the doors. 

Lucy was halfway back to her dorm when something hard slammed into her shoulder, sending her sprawling on her ass in the grass beside the sidewalk. She rubbed her back, scowling at the boy who had caused her fall. He sat across from her, also having fallen from the collision. Her drink coated the pavement beside, thankfully missing her clothes. 

The boy however, was not so lucky with his own drink. 

“Aw, fuck,” he complained, arms cast to the side as he tried to keep himself from touching the red stain the was dripping down his front. And making his tank top cling to his defined muscles. Damn. It was like one of those meet cutes she read online.

Lucy’s bad mood was starting to ebb away until she looked at his face. It was a very good face, but Lucy’s attention was stolen from looking at it more closely by the bright pink colour of his hair. And the piercings in his ear, two bars on the left and smaller plugs in his lobes. And another two in his lip and eyebrow.

“You!”

Lucy pointed her finger at him, clambering onto her knees. The boy blinked at her in confusion, bright eyes green and wide as his gaze flicked between her finger and her face. 

“Uh, do I know you?” he asked, lips thinning when Lucy huffed.

“You weren’t in the library! Where were you? I waited for like ten minutes to watch the stupid season finale and you never showed up!” She said hotly. Lucy pouted when the boy started to laugh.

“You’re the weirdo who always watches my laptop with me!” 

“Uh,” Lucy mumbled, flushing harder. 

“Was wondering if you’d just stop eventually,” he grinned at her, no malice and a light teasing dancing in his forest green colouring.

“Well then why did you have the subtitles on?” Lucy asked hotly. Honestly, if he had noticed and thought she was weird then why wouldn’t he have just turned them off?

The boy gave her a knowing grin before moving his hands. Realization dawned on Lucy and she felt heat creep up her neck in shame. 

“Oh my God he’s deaf,” she whispered to himself. 

“And his name is Natsu,” the boy grinned at her, laughing at Lucy jolting and her high squeak. “I can read lips, Weirdo.” Lucy covered her mouth, stopping herself from saying anything else that might offend Natsu. They sat in silence, Lucy worrying her lip. She stood up finally, gathering her bag and offering her hand to Natsu. He gave her an odd look, taking it anyway and smiling at her easily when she helped him up. 

“I have a laundry machine in my dorm,” she said slowly, looking at his lip ring pointedly. 

“Ya don’t have to,” Natsu started, shocked at her offer. Lucy shrugged, blushing as she realized they were still holding hands. 

“Its my fault you spilled your drink all over yourself,” Lucy mumbled, blushing when she realized that Natsu probably couldn’t understand her. She shrugged anyway, pulling Natsu with her. Why’d he have to be so cute though? Ugh, Lucy just wanted to bury herself in her blankets and sleep for a week. 

“You know I didn’t hate sharing my laptop with ya. Thought it was a little weird, but I mean look at me. Deaf punk college chem student. I ain’t exactly gonna judge ya for it.” Natsu shrugged, giving her another easy smile. Lucy smiled back, watching the concrete in front of them for a couple seconds. Steeling herself, she tapped on his arm, turning to face him but still only looking at his lip ring. It was silver with a red jewel in the middle, and Lucy thought it stood out nicely against his skin.

“I don’t think you’re weird.” She said, picking up the pace as she pulled Natsu along behind her. 

“You don’t even know me yet! What’s your name anyway, Weirdo?” 

Lucy pouted at the reoccurring nickname. “It’s Lucy,” She grumbled. 

“Lushi?” Natsu sounded out. 

“No,” Lucy said, meeting Natsu’s eyes. “Lu-see.” She over-pronounced it, trying her best to make it easier for Natsu to understand. 

“Lu-shi,” Natsu sang, slinging his arm over her shoulder. Lucy scoffed as she realized he was making fun of her, elbowing him in the side. She was vindicated when he grunted, his sniggers cut off as she caught his kidney. “So violent,” he mumbled, and Lucy looked at him as she worked out if he had meant for her to hear or not. Deciding he hadn’t meant to speak out loud she let it go, fishing for her key in her bag. 

“Uh,” Natsu said, Lucy looking up at him as he scratched the side of his face awkwardly. “We can finish watching White Collar while my shirt’s in the wash?” Natsu offered. Lucy smiled, nodding slightly as she bit her lip to stop it from getting too large. “Cool,” Natsu said, a little loudly. Lucy giggled, ducking her head. Looks like Lucy might be getting her meet-cute anyway.

Emi & Mob: Kiss/Cuddle/Fight

*high pitched screaming* I LOVE MOBEMI!!! It’s one of the things I actually seriously ship, they are so adorably cute and her arc is one of my favourite parts of the entire comic. It was really at that point I sat there going “Wow, this comic is really something special.”

But ugh omg. Mob and Emi occasionally hanging out. Mob being supportive of Emi’s writing. Emi standing up for Mob the same way he stood up for her. Emi working up the nerve to confess again, for real this time. Even though she thinks she will be rejected, it’s what she wants and she doesn’t care what anyone thinks! Like sign me up!

I really, really like Emi in general, I would love to see more of her. I thought she was spectacularly written, like a really good depiction of a high school girl trying to figure out who she is and what she wants, dealing with peer pressure, trying to understand where she stands. I relate to all that through personal experience. Being a teenager is hard and I thought she was just an amazing representation of some of those things.

I wish there was more content for them *says the artist who is perfectly capable of drawing her own content*

“Deconstructing Patti”

I was lucky to attend Deconstructing Patti tonight and it was a TRIP so I am writing this entire fucking research paper so all you guys can live vicariously through me.

-First thing, because I know this is what y’all came to hear: BI COMPANY! It sucks that Joanne won’t be a lesbian, but Patti says there is at least one gay pairing with the other suitors. Joanne will have a much, much younger husband. Either they haven’t finished re-writing or Patti just doesn’t have a script yet because that’s all she knows. They start rehearsing August 6th of 2018.

Also to keep you on your seats, RAUL ESPARZA SHOWS UP, CHRISTINE EBERSOLE SHOWS UP, HOWARD MCGILLIN, MORE

NOW FROM THE BEGINNING:

-Patti pre-recorded the “no taping, no cellphones message” with a wonderful snarl on cellphones then says, “but disregard that entirely, have a ball tonight” but I still didn’t see A SINGLE CELL PHONE the entire time. No one was willing to risk that shit, even with express permission from Patti herself.

-She looks fucking amazing. I’ve only ever seen her in costume on stage before. She had on a short little sparkly blue dress with long sleeves. Her hair looked fantastic. Incredibly hard to believe she’s 68. She starts with Some People and the vibrato is A+++

- PATTI NEEDS A HIP REPLACEMENT. So it turns out this is the big reason she was not planning on doing musicals after War Paint. She had sort of hinted at injuries and age, but it’s actually quite severe. She really could not walk well tonight and it was kinda heartbreaking because she looks and acts so youthful. She had a painful looking limp. At the same time, she refused to change out of her very high heels. She had brought out flats just in case and Seth encouraged her to change, but she would rather limp fabulously. Incredible.

- She picked up Company because of Marianne Elliott. She wants to work with female directors. Late career Patti is a hardcore feminist.

-Christine comes out for “Face to Face”. She looks gorgeous. Scott Frankel comes out to play piano very  impressively.

Christine: “How much do we love Patti?” Lots of Applause.

Patti: “How much do we love Christine?” Lots of Applause.

Patti, semi-jokingly, looking at Christine, in low, sultry voice: “How much do we love each other?” Me: dies. Fucking fan service, Patti LuPone.

Christine talks about how one of Patti’s massive Helena necklaces fell apart during the final scene of War Paint a few days ago. At first, it just dropped to the ground. Patti tried to stuff it in her purse but it didn’t fit. She’s struggling with it so she leaves it on the table. It’s like a triple strand of pearls and they are falling everywhere intermittently, like punctuation to every line. Plunk…plunk……plunk plunk plunk. It’s a total mess and the stage is covered in pearls. Christine gets to the line where she guesses what’s in Helena’s lipstick, beeswax, etc…and freshwater pearl for shine and the audience dies.

- PATTI’S HELENA DIARY:

When Helena is “writing” in War Paint, Patti actually writes a diary about the audience and stuff. She’s got a huge stack of pages from the beginning of the run. A few paraphrased excerpts:

My personal favorite: “Han… what does this say? Hangover Tuesday. Oh..”

“Tina Fey in audience today, we’re saved” sarcasm hahaha

“That’s just a doodle”

“This Great Comet drama is EXCITING *Patti cringes, next one is also about Great Comet* “Okay I’m not reading those” (omg)

Seth takes this huge stack of pages and auctions it on stage for Equity Fights Aids.

Patti adds, “Wait, how much would you give if I read all of them to you over drinks at the St. Regis?”

Seth: “You get Patti’s stack of notes. Please put them on Instagram. There’s many inappropriate ones she refused to read. Also, Patti LuPone herself will read her notes to you over dinner.

Patti: “Not dinner.” (She’s not buying you dinner LOLOLOL)

SOMEBODY PAID $7,000

- Seth: “Patti has a lot of feelings about the President”

-Patti tells a story about working as a waitress at a skeevy bar with some skeevy guys in college, one of whom somehow got them down into the foundations of Juilliard and stuck a gun into the small of her back, sort of jokingly to scare her. She hears herself telling this story, “Wow, I am the picture of class”

-Howard McGillin, Billy to Patti’s Reno in the 1987 Anything Goes joins Patti on stage, they sing “You’re The Top” together. Seth asks Patti how she came up with the sexy Reno characterization.

Patti: “It’s inherent in the lyrics. Like Blow, Gabriel Blow” *Audience Laughs*

Patti: Oh, that’s not what I mean. Oh! I mean the lines “Good by day, good by night in that song”

Oh my god, not BLOW Gabriel. Oh, no.

Seth: What’s sexy about good by day, good by night?

Patti: You know!

Seth: I don’t!

Patti: She’s good by day and …good….by night, oh, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!

-Patti’s drinking a huge glass of Prosecco:

She sips happily for awhile. “Oh, I feel sick from the wine”. Getting a little clumsy.

10 minutes later: “Never mind, I feel good now. It’s like when you have a drug and you’re like ugh this is awful, give me another!”

30 minutes later, she’s polished off most of her wine, the third encore is “With One Look”, she gets one bar in, stops abruptly: “Oh, I have to burp, I’m sorry”. Audience dies.  She’s so embarrassed. So cute hahahaha

-Patti on her Glenn Close rehabilitation:

I didn’t want to sing Sunset, because I didn’t want people to think there are sour grapes. It’s Glenn’s role in New York. Mine in London. So I wasn’t gonna sing it in New York *pauses, thinking*… so I’ll sing the London version *laughter*

- Starts choking up when talking about the ephemeral beauty of theatre (good vocab word, Patti) and how it exists mostly in memory

-Patti talked about how she loves imperfect voices with soul a hundred times more than a perfect instrument with no feeling. Perfect voices are nothing without soul, but also people who sing with soul must be imperfect. Interesting. That’s why she doesn’t like to listen to a lot of today’s Broadway singers. She listens to Joni Mitchell.

-She made the final call back for the Sweet Charity national tour at 17, but didn’t get the part. She never booked any professional rolls before Juilliard. Patti: “Do they still even do cattle calls?” Seth: “Yes, people still audition, Patti. Omg.”

- The Magaldi guy from the Deconstructing Patti London concert YouTube video, flew out to NY to serve as random Magaldi guy again when Seth called him. A couple of us asked for his autograph and he absolutely flipped a shit he was so excited “THIS NEVER HAPPENS IN LONDON”

-Che was sung by Raul Esparza for several songs. “Well this is a fucking dream come true” he said about singing with Patti. There was also an original Evita cast member who sang the word HAIR in

“Eyes, hair, mouth, figure 
Dress, voice, style, movement”

He joins them on stage to sing the word HAIR in “Rainbow High” He is my new hero. She struggles a bit with Rainbow High “Well, there’s one for my next voice lesson”

-Frances Ruffelle, the original Eponine on the West End and Broadway, came out to sing with Patti. She didn’t sing very well, but Patti was very emotional to hear her sing again

-When Patti was in the chorus for the barricade scenes in Les Mis she had to pick a “job”. She really did not want to be in the chorus so she just picked what the guy next to her was doing which was smelting She wasn’t even really sure what a smelter does so she goes out there and pantomimes smelting some hot metal over a bale of hay. The director is like “Patti, you’re an idiot”. The next night, she goes out there and smelts over the hay again, pretends the hay caught on fire, and spends the scene silently putting out her hay fire

-She doesn’t really like the current production of Hello, Dolly! because she does not like how it’s a recreation of Carol Channing’s productions without any new discovery for the actors allowed by the director

-Patti: “You used to be able to get to the theatre. Now Times Square is all focused on a Hershey bar!” Seth: “A Hershey bar? A single bar?”

-Sings “Trouble” from The Music Man 10x better than in the YouTube video. FANTASTIC.

-Seth talked a lot about how a lot of her habits would be considered unprofessional, like how she always looks out at the audience before shows.

Patti: That’s not unprofessional!

Seth: It is. You peering out with your Evita wig on!

Patti: Yeah, well with Evita, I would get caught! People would wave to me so I’d just wave back!

Well, I want to see the guy who hates my guts, who will be the hardest to convince. I want to play to him. At this show, I looked out and saw everyone fanning themselves. So I went back and said TURN UP THE AC THE PEOPLE ARE HOT OUT THERE. You gotta take care of your audience.

-Patti on Lack of Common Sense (paraphrased): “I’ve never had any savvy-dressing for auditions, re-booking canceled flights. I thought I was supposed to stand behind the taped line in the A Chorus Line theatre at my Evita audition, so I took a big step in front of it. It was just the line in A Chorus Line. My brother was in A Fucking Chorus Line. I’d seen it. Several times. Still didn’t make that connection. Yet, I heard about auditions and things. Not sure where I found out about that stuff at all! That’s how you know it’s meant to be. I just found out about these casting calls even though I was clueless.  

-Patti and Seth fight over ALW:

Seth: He’s great [in Evita].

Patti: *Makes disgusted face*

Seth: No this really is great.

Patti: It’s not.

Seth: Turn her mike off.

-She ends with the Ladies Who Lunch. You can tell she’s working on her character for the revival. It’s very different from her Lonny Price version, seems much darker and more subdued. I’m excited to see what she develops.

-I’ve heard her live before but it’s still such a shock to me. Her voice is nothing short of incredible. Her high tones are less crystalline in her older age, but her low tones are so much richer. I thought her voice sounded a little raspy, like she was losing it, but it didn’t keep her from hitting any of those belts (except Rainbow High, which was kinda mean of Seth lol) I’m going to War Paint closing night in December. She didn’t come out the stage door tonight so I have my fingers crossed for December. 

Hope you guys feel like you were there with me! I know a lot of you wish you could be there so I wanted to be thorough. Let me know if you have any questions!

Oh My, My, My - II (Bucky Barnes AU)

OH MY MY MY MASTER LIST


SUMMARY: A love story from start to finish.

WARNINGS: language

AUTHOR’S NOTE: sooooo….. this series might be longer than expected but that’s a good thing, right?
oh, and i am going to make the tag list for this story just 50 users since it does take while to tag. I currently have 32 spots left on my tag list for this series. If you want to be tagged, PLEASE let me know! .xx

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“There he is!” Natasha swooned.

A new guy had just arrived to school and Natasha could not stop drooling over him. He was apparently scouted to be in the summer Olympics for archery and rumor had it, he was pretty close to perfect.

You looked away from the blond boy to find your favorite long haired brunet walking towards you with a baseball glove in his hand. He was a senior in high school and getting ready to graduate along with Steve and their new friend Sam.

You grinned at him and he winked at you before walking past you and meeting up with his other friends.

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Someone Chatty This Way Comes

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Look, an actual one-shot!  This is the @miraculousfluffmonth  Aug 24 prompt, wrong number.


Once Marinette had gotten Tikki settled with a couple of warm cookies, still soft with melty chocolate, she picked up her cell phone.  "I’m just going to make sure Chat got home all right.“

"He did get thrown pretty hard today,” Tikki said.  "But the miraculous cure should have fixed everything.“

Marinette shrugged.  "It may have fixed the physical bits, but there’s still the memory of it.”  She knew that first hand.  She knew she didn’t have to be concerned about him developing a tolerance to the cure, and that it would work on him every time; she’d questioned her kwami after a particularly brutal attack on that particular topic.  She pulled up the messaging app they’d started using a few months ago.  She’d learned about it from Alya.  A lot of their classmates used it to keep in touch out of school, and to get homework help.  Ladybug and Chat used it to talk when they were out of their suits.

“It’s nice that you worry about him,” Tikki said, smiling happily as she took another bite of the cookie she was working on.

“Of course I do,” Marinette said, indignant.  "He’s my partner, and one of my closest friends.“

"Any chance his persistence is paying off?” Tikki asked.

Marinette turned away, feeling the heat in her cheeks.  "I have no idea what you’re talking about.“

"Sure you don’t,” Tikki agreed.  "You’d never blush over your partner.“  She giggled.  "You’re so cute, Marinette.”

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Yaay a new MM imagine blog! >u< Good luck about your blog (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و RFA+V+Saeran how would react MC is one who very talented in the kitchen? *u* Imagine, she is very professional and fast in the kitchen, always cook too delicious and healthy foods for them. Very loves when they fondly eat their meals prepared by her. Thank you! ^^ (And sorry about my poor English, hope you can understand me 😅)

You listen here, you adorable little shit, n e v e r (never ever) apologize for your English. I understand perfectly what you are saying, and I’m really glad that you were the first to request! English is my native, but I can speak several others, and English compared to those is so hard to understand. You’re doing amazing with it, and I’m happy to clarify anything that’s confusing! Much love!


Yoosung:

  • Okay, you’re gonna let him feel like he’s able to cook
  • I mean, it tastes pretty okay but his presentATION
  • help this poor kiddo
  • Anyways, you went back to his dorm after you both had went out for the evening
  • You just wanted to cook but you look in the drawers and cupboards and he’s got like three plates and a pan
  • Ending up getting him to go back to where you stay, you had him sit at the counter while you made dinner
  • It wasn’t anything much but hE SURE THOUGHT IT WAS
  • Yoosung was just sitting there wide-eyed while you were trying to have a conversation while flipping things in the air over a flame
  • He couldn’t get that it was just over a f l a m e
  • When you finished cooking everything, he was so damn excited and had to remind himself to not eat too quickly
  • You were just watching him amusedly
  • And he was thinking “There’s vegetables? And its not out of a freezer bag? And it’s properly seasoned?”
  • Every time you two had gotten back from anything and it was around a meal time, it was always to your home if you two weren’t already living together
  • He just wanted to watch you cook and maybe eat a l l of it
  • You were blessed by this boy
  • Even though he never realized you had lived on his campus for culinary arts

Zen:

  • woah woah woah woah woah, what did you say?
  • You noticed that the food on set wasn’t all that healthy even though he protested
  • “C’mon, Zen, you cant just eat samgyupsal at work then down bottles of beer once you get home” “Watch me, MC” “Fine, but I’m cooking tonight”
  • Zen had cooked maybe, maybe once a week and everything else was restaurants or take-out or the fuckign goldfish bread (Hey, if you were lazy, you just had to walk outside)
  • But the fact that you could and just never did amazed him for some reason
  • Once you had both gotten home, he was nearly bouncing he was so excited
  • Even though he thought it’d just be some sweet potato stir fry or something, he just wanted to taste what you made
  • Oh damn
  • What is that? (It was a stand mixer)
  • He kept trying to “distract” you by hugs but the food was too important
  • Zen was still bouncing off the walls when you had both sat down to eat
  • Then this mother f u c k e r
  • This m o t h e r f u c k e r
  • He took a bite, a single bite, and then fuckign moaned because “It was so good, MC!”
  • You were done with his ass but all of his compliments were so sWEET
  • Zen probably had you cook any time you were able too and you couldn’t not cook for him when he was so cUTE ABOUT IT daMMIT, ZEN

Jaehee:

  • You told her when Jaehee asked about if you should make the pastries yourselves or buy them from somewhere else
  • You practically shouted in happiness when she mentioned baking
  • How had this never come up? Oh shit, now I have to bake cookies for my girlfriend. They’re gonna be the b e s t
  • Jaehee was taken aback slightly when you nodded wildly and grabbed her hand to take her into the kitchen
  • You were practically running around to get every ingredient and device required to make exactly what you wanted to impress her with
  • She was watching you were decorating the hwagwaja to look like flowers
  • Jaehee’s Cute Thought About MC started because yoU LOOKED SO CONCENTRATED AND YOUR TONGUE WAS STICKING OUT A LITTLE ANd ugh she just really loved you
  • Putting them all on a plate to present them, you used some of the chocolate you had for a drizzle and made a lil heart with it
  • Error: Jaehee Deaded
  • She was so happy! You got to do something you got excited about! Plus she got to watch you be cute!

Seven:

  • He noticed your name was mentioned in a lot of food magazines and winners of competitions when he background checked you the first time around
  • Seven randomly brought it up once you two were living together
  • “Hey, MC, can you make ssol ro ppung?” “You’re just gonna dip them in soda and I don’t wanna watch that” “C’mooooon, it’ll be fun!”
  • He then proceeded to drag you to the barely used kitchen
  • You were at least 80% sure he was more excited than you
  • Wait
  • He’s begging?
  • Oh hell yes
  • This only happened so often so it was on
  • It was honestly probably the quickest you had made something with such high quality
  • Plus there was a really adorable Seven sitting on the counter swinging his legs 
  • You made him promise not to dunk them in soda and he looked so happy at the small snack
  • Wait no
  • “Saeyoung, no” “Saeyoung, yes
  • he was mixing them into his bag of honey buddha chips dAMMIT, SAEYOUNG
  • He promised the next time he wouldn’t “taint the precious meal” but you knew his bitch ass was lying

Jumin:

  • Why did you know his personal chef? MC, what’s going on?
  • Turns out his chef was a former collegue of yours and Juumin was feeling really ???
  • On one hand, you shouldn’t have to cook for yourself
  • On the other, do whatever you enjoy? If you worked with his personnel, you were surely well-educated in the matter
  • If anything, he was glad that you wouldn’t skip meals if you exceeded in the culinary arts and could easily make something healthy
  • So then the next week he asked if you could make you both lunch for the day you were coming to the office
  • And he was most definitely not disappointed
  • Lowkey wanted to lay off his chef because hEC K
  • Everything was so neatly made? And as cute as you?
  • wait shIT THAT’S REALLY WELL SEASONED
  • Well, now, its as hot as you, too
  • Jumin was softly smiling throughout lunch so then you just had to cook more often

V:

  • He really wanted to just lay in bed all day, but you gOTTA BE PRODUCTIVE, JIHYUN
  • First step: Make breakfast
  • wait no
  • Where’s MC?
  • And now there’s sounds of oil sizzling downstairs
  • gOTTA MAKE SURE THE HOUSE ISN’T BURNING, JIHYUN
  • He made his way to the kitchen and could hear you flipping over pastries on the stovetop
  • kinda mad he couldn’t see you but hearing you hum a bit was really pleasant
  • You looked up to see him smiling a bit in the doorway
  • gOTTA HELP IF YOU CAN, JIHYUN
  • V ended up helping you mix cream even though you had already made some
  • shhh, you just wanted to eat it later
  • He was really happy when you pulled out his chair at the table and sat across from him once everything was done
  • Definitely thanked you multiple be times
  • you just gOTTA BE CUTE, JIHYUN

Saeran:

  • Let’s be honest, living with Seven didn’t provide the healthiest food options so you took matters into your own hands
  • You got up a bit early to start a slow cooker for dinner and began to make breakfast
  • Seven had just fallen asleep, so you only cooked for two
  • You had set some music to play quietly wile you were turning things over and getting out dishes
  • Then a groggy, bed-headed Saeran was leaning against the counter to watch you bop around the kitchen
  • If you got him to not be grumpy, you were already blessed
  • But that little smile? AMAZING maybe you’d have to figure out how to hack into the cameras to replay it
  • Sure, he smiled around you after he got comfortable
  • but this eARLY? b l e s s e d
  • You set some ingredients by the slow cooker when you wanted to make the rest of the day’s meals then fixed a plate for yourself
  • Saeran looked kind of confused when you held the other, empty plate out to him
  • “Me? You want me to eat with you?” “Yeah, of course” “Well, alright”
  • He filled his plate then ate quietly while sitting next to you
  • “Thank you? “Hmm?” “Uh, I said fuck you” “Mhmm” “…asshole”
  • He still came as soon as possible when you say it was time for lunch and dinner



I’ so sorry that this took so long! I just wanted to make sure I got it done well. If you’d like me to change anything, just let me know! I’ll gladly redo any characters if they weren’t good, especially the last few, because I was running out of some ides. Please also let me know if there’s any grammatical errors or anything that’s just too out of character. Hope you enjoyed, nerds!


Also! I tried my best to research foods that weren’t generically United States’ foods. If there’s any problem with the cultural aspect, also please let me know, so that I can fix it as soon as possible!

Puppies - Conor Sheary and Bryan Prust (PT Diaries, Episode 12)

Requested by anon: Would you please do a pt diaries part with Conor Sheary maybe? Or Bryan Rust? Thank you!

A/N: Sorry it took so long. I hope you like it!

Word count: 1005

Warnings: none.

Episode 1  Episode 2  Episode 3  Episode 4  Episode 5  Episode 6  Episode 7  Episode 8  Episode 9  Episode 10  Episode 11

Master list

Originally posted by intermissionpenguins


I can hear Conor and Bryan walking across the hall from my spot in the therapy room; they are excited about something and they won’t stop screaming.

“Dude, that one is adorable.” Conor says, walking in the room with a huge smile on his face. They are both looking at Bryan’s phone.

“But these ones grow a lot, don’t they?” Bryan wonders, scrolling down and stopping to read something. “I don’t want him to be like Beckham.”

“Beckham is the cutest thing ever.” Conor answers. Wait, what? Are they talking about David Beckham?

“Agreed, David Beckham is such a babe.” I tell them and both of their heads shoot straight up, looking at me from the door.

“You will agree with us when we say that Beckham Murray is way cuter than David Beckham.” Conor pulls out his phone from his pocket and types something, walking towards me and showing me the screen.

I have to contain a squeak when I see Matt Murray with a huge ball of fluff on the screen. I knew that Matt has a dog because he never shuts up about it, but I didn’t know that his dog was the size of a horse.

“Agreed. He is the better Beckham.” I chuckle and they nod. “So you two are stalking the guys’ dogs?” I ask while I put another yoga mat on the floor. Conor and Bryan are quite young and they don’t need much treatment, so we normally do Pilates, which they hate and love at the same time.

“We are looking at dogs for Rusty here.” Conor pats Bryan on the arm while he says it, making me laugh. Neither of them are really that big if you compare them with other hockey players, but Bryan has at least three inches and twenty pounds on Conor.

“That’s awesome.” I answer, taking my shoes off and sitting on my mat, waiting for them to do the same. “What breed do you want?”

“I want him to get a big dog. Maybe a German Shepard or a Golden Retriever.” Conor answers before Bryan can say a word. “Or even bigger, like Beckham or Geoffrey.” I’ve seen Geno’s dog before when one day he confessed that he misses the dog almost as much as he misses his family.

“Man, I don’t have that much space.” Bryan sits down, but keeps scrolling down what I assume is Pet CO’s website. “Think more Stella Kessel and less GiGi Wilson.”

And I can’t stop myself from laughing at how they talk about the team’s puppies like they are actual people. I know how great is to have a puppy, I have one myself, but it is just hilarious to see how serious these guys, and the rest of the team, are about their dogs.

“Are you buying or adopting?” I wonder, shooting Conor a filthy look so he sits down on the mat so we can start with today’s session.

“Buying.” Conor says.

“I don’t know.” Bryan says at the same time as Conor.

I roll my eyes, stretching my back. I’ve been on my feet all day massaging and putting elastic therapeutic tape on everyone.

“Maybe you should figure that out.” I suggest, indicating them that we are going to start with the exercises of the day.

We start slow, doing stretches and easy exercises. From time to time I make them do embarrassing ones like the siren, which consist on sitting down with both their legs on one side of your body like a mermaid and stretch your back, but those are just for my person amusement.

“Maybe I should adopt one.” Bryan is still thinking about the puppy. “There are a lot of dogs in shelters. The dogs in our calendar are always adorable.”

We are doing the, as Conor likes to call it, ‘rolling like a ball’ position, so his voice is muffled by his own body.

“Yeah, you should do that.” Conor says, struggling with his balance. “We got Damian from a shelter and he is the greatest dog ever.”

“Do you have pets, (y/n)?” Bryan asks and I nod, changing to a most advanced position that sucks but it is great for the hips and core. “Ugh, I have so much respect for the women that do Pilates on a regular basis.”

“I have a puppy.” I chuckle, taking deep breaths and trying to hold the position as long as I can. “She is a little piece of shit.”

“Why?” Conor asks, more interested on my dog than he is in doing the exercises correctly.

“She is so spoilt. She always gets what she wants.” I confess. I just can’t say no to that cute little face. I used to say that I wouldn’t let my dog sleep on my bed or beg for food and here I am, feeding her chicken breasts and snuggling up with her in my bed every night.

“What breed is she?” Conor is just sitting down at this point, not doing anything.

“She is a corgi.” I answer, thinking on my short legged, chubby puppy. “I feel really royal having her.” I say, referencing the Queen of England’s dogs.


“(y/n)!” I hear from my office and I get on my feet fast, thinking that there is something wrong.

I open the door and next thing I know is that a puppy is jumping all over me, seeking attention and belly rubs. I look up to find a very smiley Bryan Rust, who is carrying a bright pink leash on his hand.

“(y/n), I want to introduce you to (y/n).” He says, smiling even brighter and making my heart flutter. I can’t identify (y/n)’s breed, so I assume that she is a mix of many breeds.

“You named your dog after me?” I wonder, getting on my knees to rub the puppy’s belly. The dog just lies on her back and enjoys the rubs.

“It seemed fitting.” He just answers and I laugh. “She is the most sassy yet awesome dog I know.”

ML Fluff Month Day 14 || Telling the Truth

When Chloe can’t stop thinking about Marinette’s giggle, she realizes something, and she’s absolutely pissed about it.

Rated G || 311 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

You

Marinette jumped as the door to her classroom flung open, slamming against the wall, the loud bang echoing in the classroom void of everyone but two. Her and Alya’s heads turned to the noise, whatever they had been talking about completely forgotten. Standing in the entryway, fists balled, steam practically blowing out her nose, was Chloe. “You!”

The accusatory finger that Chloe pointed at Marinette made her brow furrow. “Me?” To clarify even further that Chloe was indeed talking about her, Marinette pointed to herself.

The blond girl stormed into the room, walking towards Marinette’s desk in a huff. “Yes, you! Why did it have to be you! Why couldn’t it have been Rose, or Juleka, or literally any other girl in class!”

“Chloe what are you talking about? Are you okay?” Marinette reached up to grab one of Chloe’s arms, but the blond flinched away.

“NO! Nothing is okay! You and your stupidly adorable giggle yesterday, that I couldn’t stop thinking about all night, made me realize how gay I am! Like, I was pretty much sure and was actually hoping that something like this would happen so I had confirmation with myself. But still! I didn’t want that person to be you!”

“I’m sorry?” Marinette examined Chloe’s face and saw that, under all that supposed anger, she was nervous. Expression softening, Marinette stood up and wrapped Chloe in a hug. “Hey, even if you’re mad at me about this, I just want to say congratulations and that if you need anything let me know.”

Chloe was blushing when Marinette pulled away, eyes wide. “Th-thanks. I-I mean, ugh, whatever. A-as if I’d need your help.” Turning on her heal, Chloe practically ran out of the room.

After a few beats of silence, Alya spoke up. “Well, that was…”

“Cute.” Marinette let out a dreamy little sigh, staring at the door.

Author’s Note ||  I am so incredibly tired that I don’t eve know what I’m typing anymore. I need to sleep but I WILL stick to a prompt a day dang it! Please accept this tiny, short fic before I pass the f out!

mr. jawline ☾ isaac lahey

prompt: isaac overhears an unsuspecting y/n sort of kind of gushing about him to lydia and allison, and can’t help but tease the hell out of her because of his crush. 

word count: 1534                                                                                           

warnings: swearing.                                                                                          

author’s note: i’m trying out a new format is it working???? this is v new. ((also go read my fanfic on wattpad it’s gonna be lit alright. Broken Arrows.))

 Isaac Lahey was pretty much the ideal male form. 

 At least, that was what Y/N found herself thinking nearly almost every day when he would sit down across from her at the lunch tables or when he would squeeze himself on a bench, pressed against the side of her body. She couldn’t help but cast a gaze that could only be described as lovestruck toward the boy, her chin held in her palm as a small, hopeless sigh escaped her lips. 

 Lydia and Allison exchanged a look, shaking their heads and smirking at their utterly in love friend before moving to block Y/N’s view of the boy in question. She almost protested, but kept her composure, not wanting to give the girls the satisfaction of knowing without a doubt that Y/N had been staring at Isaac again. Not in a creepy way, of course. It was more like she was admiring him, as an artist would admire their model. 

 “Hmm, who is Y/N staring at this time?” Lydia asked, her green eyes playful as she tapped her forefinger against her bottom lip, pretending to ponder the question. “I wonder… any ideas, Allison?” Allison laughed, shaking her head and stroking her chin, her lips pulled into a smirk. 

 “Could it be Isaac Lahey?” She exclaimed, lifting her hand to her mouth and gasping oh so dramatically. Lydia and Allison fell into a fit of giggles as they sat themselves down at the table on either side of Y/N, who was blushing a deep shade of red and rubbing the back of her neck, a sign of how uncomfortable she was in that moment. “No, it couldn’t be the guy that she spends every waking moment day dreaming about, could it?” 

 Isaac, upon hearing his name, lifted his head from his textbook, cerulean eyes scanning the crowded cafeteria for the source. His eyes fell upon Lydia and Allison, a red-faced but ever adorable Y/N sandwiched between her two laughing best friends. He glanced back down at his book, placing his pencil down. He was no longer interested in mathematical theories or algebraic equations- not that he had been before- but in the conversation Y/N and the girls seemed to be having about him. He leaned forward slightly, concentrating on the sound of their voices. 

 “I do not spend every waking moment day dreaming about him,” Y/N dismissed, her flushed cheeks slowly returning back to their original pigment. She paused, her lips twitching slightly. “Only when we’re at school and with the pack,” she amended, laughing along with her friends. Isaac couldn’t help but grin, no matter how hard he tried to fight it off. Ha. The prettiest girl in the school day dreamed about him. Isaac Lahey, who used to be a nobody. 

 “Knew it! You have the biggest crush on him,” Lydia squealed, clasping her hands together. 

 “Well can you blame me?” Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair and glancing fleetingly at him. Luckily, Isaac managed to look away before she caught him staring. He tensed a little, worried she had saw. “He’s pretty much the most gorgeous boy to ever walk the Earth, and I mean it. He’s just… ugh, so fucking cute. It’s distracting. His eyes are just… and his hair is just… I swear he glows in the sunlight!” Y/N groaned, rubbing her temples. “Look at him over there, being all cute, jaw all tense. He has the best freaking jawline I have ever seen in my life. Literally. He’s Mr. Jawline.” 

 And all Y/N wanted to do was kiss that infuriatingly flawless jawline and his infuriatingly perfect face. Not that she would ever admit that out loud. 

 “Aw, Y/N, you really like him, don’t you?” Allison cooed, patting her friend’s hand sympathetically as Y/N nodded, letting out another defeated groan. 

 “Yes, and it sucks,” Y/N said miserably, slouching in her chair. “He’s, like, this perfect guy, right? He’s really cute, he’s sweet, he’s funny, he’s sarcastic… and then there’s me, and he’s way out of my league even if we are friends and a part of the same pack. I’m hopeless.” 

 Isaac licked his lips, his smile even wider this time around. She was adorable. Really. The fact that she thought he was out of her league was utterly ridiculous, of course, considering he had been harboring a deep infatuation with the girl since she defended him to Stiles Stilinski, not realizing that Isaac had been listening to the whole ordeal. He had a habit of doing that, evidently. 

 Lydia scoffed, shouldering her bag and gesturing for Allison to do the same. “Oh, please, Y/N. Don’t give me that B.S., he looks at you as if you’ve hung every single star in the freaking sky. He’s head over heels for you. You should go talk to him, he’s right across the room.” Allison stood up, Lydia following in suit. Y/N furrowed her brow, beginning to stand up as well and about to follow the girls out of the room when Lydia grabbed her shoulders and lightly pushed her in Isaac’s direction. “Go. Talk to him. Tell him that you want to make out or something.” 

 “Lydia, Allison…! I didn’t finish my lunch!” Y/N called to her retreating best friends, who simply waved back at her. 

 “Go eat with Isaac.” Ally murmured under her breath, knowing full well that Y/n could hear her due to her werewolf-enhanced hearing. Y/N, her cheeks now tinged a rosy color due to the embarrassment Lydia and Allison caused, hesitantly packed her bag again and shuffled nervously across the cafeteria floor, setting her stuff down across from Isaac. Allison looked back at Isaac, nudging Lydia with her elbow when she noticed Isaac’s bright red cheeks and shy grin as Y/N approached him cautiously. “How much you want to bet he heard our entire conversation?” 

 “He totally did.” Lydia grinned, steering Allison away so that Y/N and Isaac could… well, do something other than gaze at each other from afar.

 “Mind if I sit here?” Y/N asked quickly, a part of her wanting to run away and hide and another, bolder part of her wanting to grab Isaac Lahey’s stupid, adorable, smiling face and kiss him fiercely. 

 She didn’t, clearly. Her fumbling hands were too clumsy for such bold moves. 

 “Of course not,” Isaac said, slamming his book shut and accidentally pushing it off the table in excitement. Y/N raised her eyebrows, causing Isaac’s heartbeat to speed up significantly as he shrugged sheepishly and ducked underneath the lunch table to pick up his textbook. Her eyes were bright with amusement at his screw up, and Isaac decided in that instant that if she was going to tease him about his book, he was going to tease the hell out of her for her little comments just ten minutes before. 

 “Why are you looking at me like that?” 

 “Do I have a nice jawline?” He asked innocently, bright blue eyes sparkling at her. She blushed lightly, but Isaac picked up on her embarrassment. He flashed her a grin, the most smug of smiles, that nearly made her heart stop. 

 “I- um, you… have a fairly nice- I mean… it’s sharp- no, but I mean that… it’s just.. you know, yeah it’s p-pretty, um, nice,” she stuttered, her face even redder than before. Oh, fuck my life, she thought, sinking lower in her chair. 

 “Aw, I kind of wanted the extended version of that sentence. The one you told Lydia and Allison,” Isaac pouted, staring at Y/N with a certain intensity that made her confidence come rushing back full circle. 

 “How much of that conversation did you hear?” She asked anxiously, the stuttering gone and replaced with something else. Something different. 

 “Oh, just the bits where you admitted your undying love for me and that you wanted to kiss me in inappropriate places,” Isaac answered cheerfully. 

 “Hey, I never said that-” 

 “Oh, but you were thinking it, weren’t you, gorgeous?” Isaac remarked, resting his elbows on the table and leaning forward so he was very nearly in Y/N’s face. 

 “Maybe I was. Is it true what Lydia told me? About how you look at me?” She asked, her arms folded on top of the table as she narrowed her eyes at the boy, leaning even closer. 

 “Maybe it was.” Isaac replied. “What should we do about that?” He pondered that for a moment before taking Y/N’s face in his hands, his eyes closing as he pressed his cupid’s bow lips to hers, deepening the kiss as much as he could despite the constrictions of the lunch table between them. 

 When lunch ended, the two walked to class hand in hand like any new couple would do. Isaac looked at Y/N, at the beautiful girl beside him, and said, “So, do you think Mr. Jawline could be my permanent nickname when we sleep together or should it be-” 

 “Keep walking before I smack you, Lahey,” Y/N said, but he caught her blush before she could stop it, and grinned smugly to himself. He was never going to stop teasing her for that little comment, even if they ended up married with kids ten years into the future. Mr. Jawline. Ha, he loved it.

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a/n: “bet you thought you’d seen the last of me!” - a face to call home. welcome to part five, six thousand years later. honestly, to the anon that i got yesterday, this is written because of you, so thank you! i wrote this last night and this afternoon because i missed our favorite little family of four (soon to be five!). i hope you enjoy! happy valentine’s day in august!

february 2030 - the all black wardrobe

Harry would never admit that he was afraid of Eva, but sometimes he was terrified to face her wrath. There were two times a year where Harry would walk on eggshells around his wife, in constant fear of saying something out of line. New York Fashion Week came twice a year and as much as Harry had grown to love fashion over the years, he hated Fashion Week with every fiber of his being.

It was fun being invited to shows and sitting front row. Hectic, sure, but seeing the newest collections was always a good time. It wasn’t until Eva started her own line and began showing at New York Fashion Week herself that it lost its allure. They used to be the couple invited to sit front row at shows (Eva had to turn most of them down because she was working during the day time for Milly, typically on their show). Now, Harry watched from the same spot or backstage with Madeleine and Phoebe by his side.

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What may come, part 2

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 3192

Warning: Umm just a little teariness.

Part 1

Mila wanted to take you some place fun for your first night in L.A.  You did not mind fun, but you really wanted a place that you could talk and catch up.  It had been almost a year since you two had seen each other.  When you pointed that out to her, Mila relented and brought you to a little Italian place not far from her home.  The owners seemed to know her well as they both came to hug her as soon as she walked in.  

Introductions were made and you both were seated at a small table towards the back of the restaurant. It was quiet and you could smell the incredible food coming from the kitchen.  “You are going to love it.  So much better than the places back home.  This is authentic.”  Grinning wide you skimmed over the menu finding a few things that sounded wonderful. Drinks and appetizers were ordered and finally you had the chance to breathe and look at your sister.

“Mila you look so happy here.  I should have known this would be your element.”  Resting your chin on your hand, you just stared at the contentment that was in her face all the time now.

“[Y/N/N] I am so freaking happy it’s disgusting.  This is where I should be.  I can’t believe it has taken you this long to move out here with me.  I promise you won’t want to go back home.”

“That will depend on if I can find a job or at least some steady income. And don’t even think you are going to support me for long.”  You could see Mila stop as she was about to say just that.  She smirked at you as the drinks were brought around.  “So what happened to that girl you were seeing? Valerie?”

“Ugh that turned into a hot mess.  We found out that we are a lot different and have varying views of what we want out of life right now.  She wanted a family right now and thought I should quit doing what I love so I don’t travel so much.  That had to end quickly.”  You gave her a sympathetic smile as you sipped on your wine.

“At least you found out before you got too far into it.”  Mila nodded sipping at her own drink.  

“What about you?  Any cute guys?”  She already knew the answer but asked anyway.  There was a plan in her mind that had been brewing since you had finally said you would come out to California.  Not that she would ever tell you… or him for that matter.

“No, you know I would have told you already.  There is a limited supply at home.”  After a disastrous ending to your last relationship, you had taken a long hiatus from dating.  Changing the subject quickly you told her a few pieces of gossip from back home. That lasted through the rest of dinner and into dessert.  Both of you were hysterically laughing as you walked out of the restaurant.  It felt good to have the time to spend with your sister.  You were so close it was difficult to have so many mile in between you.  The ride home consisted of more laughing and jokes until you pulled up into the driveway of her house.  It was not a huge place but it was pretty, a street over from the beach with a huge front yard that had a ton of greenery around.  It looked so calming.  

“Don’t even ask how much it was.  You will throw up.”  Mila winked at you as you climbed out of her little sports car.  An SUV parked in the other spot on the driveway.  “You can drive that till you figure out life.”

The house inside was of course beautiful too, clean, probably since Mila was rarely home, and had a housekeeper.  With the exception of her office, that was a complete train wreck.  There were papers piled everywhere, including the floor. It was a room that had two clear glass French doors with a sign on it that said in big bold letters, ‘DO NOT TOUCH THIS ROOM, EVER!’

It caused a quiet laugh from you.  You could only imagine what caused that to be placed there.  Probably some woman who had dared to clean up or organize the chaos. “Mi, a little aggressive there don’t ya think?”

“What?  I couldn’t find anything for a week.  Clean my house, not my work.” She kicked off her shoes sending one of them flying across the room.  It used to drive your mother crazy when you were younger.  Now it just felt like home.  “Okay night night.  My ass needs at least five hours of sleep.  The spare room is on this floor down the hall from my office.  Make yourself at home.”

With a wave in the air, she went upstairs to her room.  The spare room was a decent size with a queen size bed and a desk that would be perfect for working on your photos.  You were not all that tired so you unpacked and set up everything you could. After an hour, you figured you should probably try to sleep.  It just felt odd being in a new place, you hoped that the feeling would not last long and you would be able to settle into a routine of sorts here.

The morning came with a bright light in your face.  Combined with the jet lag, it was difficult to open your eyes.  A few attempts at falling back to sleep were futile, so it was time to just get up and face the new day.  There was a note on the fridge from Mila saying she had left and to come have lunch with her if you were awake.  Rummaging around in the cupboards produced your favorite mint tea.  She must have bought it for you because Mila would take coffee intravenously if it were possible.  It felt nice to have someone here in the strange new place that thought about you enough to have a few of your favorite things around.  It had been a long time since you had had that.

A couple pieces of toast and mug of tea later, you called your mother to let her know you were still alive.  The same laments came from her, begging you to come home.  Another fifteen minutes of explaining that you wanted to be here eventually calmed her down.  However, you had to promise to text daily and call at least every other day as well as get Mila to call more too.  That would be something you would have to tell her at lunch.

Lunch was at one so you still had two hours before you had to leave.  Hopping in for a quick shower gave you the chance to clean off whatever you needed to before starting fresh in L.A.  Once finished you worked on the pictures you had taken the day before of your sister.  Several of them had turned out really well but there was one that once you had converted it to black and white, you fell in love.  She was seated in her chair leaning forward, concentrating hard on the scene.  Everything around her was out of focus and blurred.  One of the set lights was in the background giving just a hint of glow behind her.  It would be one you would add to your portfolio.  Searching for a print shop close by proved easy.  In the area around Mila’s house and the studio, there were several.  Finding the best reviewed and priced one you sent the pictures off for them to have ready when you arrived before meeting her for lunch.

Picking up the prints and finding your way to the studio had been a breeze thanks to the navigation system in Mila’s SUV.  You were let right in the gate when you arrived as your name had been left with security.  Finding your sister was a little bit more difficult as you could not remember which set they were on.  A nice gardener pointed you in the right direction to set fifteen.  The same security guard from the previous day was standing post at the door as you walked up.  He eyed you warily as you once again had your camera slung over your shoulder.

“Coming to cause trouble again?”  Your back went stick straight as you were about to let loose a tirade, but when you noticed the smirk on his face you relaxed and laughed.

“Only a little this time. I’m [Y/N].  I wasn’t really trying to cause anything yesterday.  I was just doing what I do sometimes and take random pictures.  I swear I wouldn’t have tried to ruin the movie.”  He smiled holding out his hand to shake.

“David, it’s nice to meet you [Y/N].  I believe you; I just have to make sure this place is secure.  It’s my…”  You shook his hand as you smiled up at him.

“I know, it’s your job. I will try not to make it any harder than it already is.”  His deep laugh was infectious.

“I appreciate it.  Go on inside I think they are getting close to a break.”  With a smile, you walked inside.  There was the same bustling about of everyone around the set.  It really was fun to people watch as you walked through towards the main part of the set.  You could hear Mila’s loud mouth over everyone.

“No! I need more than that. You are supposed to be a desperate man. Show me a desperate man.” Standing quietly behind one of the stagehands, you watched as one of the actors sobbed and screamed through the scene. He truly sounded like a desperate man. Getting lost in what was going on before you, you missed someone coming up behind you.

“If I did not know that sound was from a movie, it would break my heart.  He is damn good.”  The unexpected voice in your ear nearly made you yelp, forcing you to cover your mouth. Turning to see Tom standing behind you made your already frantic heart speed further.

“You scared the shit out of me.  Oh my God.” You whispered to him.  A bright grin appeared as he looked down at you.  

“That wasn’t really my intention but I enjoyed the result.”  Taking a long breath to help ease your nerves you turned back to watch the scene.

“If I ruin this and my sister gets mad, I am throwing you under the bus to save myself.”  Whispering over your shoulder as you stood up on your toes to see the rest of the action.

“As a gentleman I would take full responsibility for your inability to keep quiet.”  Your eyes went wide as you looked over your shoulder at him. Unsure if he meant that statement to have a double meaning or not, had you searching over his expression.  All you could see was a friendly smile but you did not know him well enough to determine if he was hiding something.

Before you could reply, you heard Mila end the scene for lunch.   “It was good to see you again Tom.”  Walking off towards your sister, you did not want to say something to make yourself look any more ridiculous than you probably already looked.

Mila waved excitedly when you saw you.  “I’m so glad you could come.  I wasn’t sure you would be able to find it here on your own.”  

“Your car found its way to the print shop and here.”  Her smile lit her face as she pulled you towards the back of the set.  There was an open area that had several tables set up and a buffet of food against the back wall.

“Get whatever you want the food they bring in is amazing.”  Setting your belongings down next to her you followed filling a plate with a sandwich and a pasta salad.  Mila grabbed a couple drinks and before long, you were both happily eating. “So what did you get at the print shop? I’m impressed that you found something already that you liked.  You are always so picky.”

“Hmm picky, me?  I wonder where I get that from?”  Rolling your eyes you pulled out one of the copies of the print of Mila.  Her mouth hung open as you handed it over.

“[Y/N]… it’s me.  I… holy shit it looks amazing.  I want this for my office!”  You had been worried she would not like it, but looking at the joy on her face sent a thrill through you.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“Pfft like it?  I love it.  Hey Tom!  Come see what my talented sister did.”  Tom had gathered a plate for himself and had been walking back to one of the other tables before Mila had gotten his attention.  He decided to take a seat at the table with you.

“What did she do?” Mila handed him the print and you watched as his eyebrows rose in surprise.  “This is lovely.  It really captures Mila’s essence when she works.  [Y/N] it is wonderful.  You should be very proud.”  He handed it back with a beautiful smile, his hand grazing yours causing a warm electric sensation.  Your cheeks flushed quickly as you tried to hide it.  Mila not missing a thing had a knowing smirk on her face, though she said nothing of it.

“Thank you.” You said quietly as you put it back into your portfolio case.  The rest of lunch was spent talking about your job possibilities and what things you should do now that you were in Los Angeles.  Tom had been eyeing your case as it sat on the table next to you for most of the break.

“[Y/N]… may I see what else you have in there?  I am curious to see after that beautiful portrait of Mila.”  It was one thing to have your sister look at your work but someone outside of the photography world, especially a world famous actor, made you nervous.  You nodded anyway though, taking short quick breaths trying to calm your nerves that were trying to eat you alive.  It annoyed you that your anxiety popped up when you least wanted it.

He opened it carefully, as not to damage anything inside.  There was an assortment of prints in there from the past several years. There were some from your earlier days but not many.  Tom was silent as he took in all the different prints.  You picked at the rest of your lunch not wanting to stare at him while he took his time.  Mila was typing away furiously on her phone and not paying attention to what else was happening around her.  Once you had finished your food, you downed the rest of your water bottle just as Tom finished the last page.

“You are… talented does not begin to describe it.  [Y/N] these are absolutely brilliant.  This one here…”  Tom sorted through setting the case on the table in front of you, pointing to a picture of an older man in bed sleeping.  It was another black and white you had done.  “This is heart breaking and breath taking all at the same time.”

Mila leaned forward setting her phone down on the table, shaking her head with tears filling her eyes. “I haven’t seen that one before… When did you…?”

“The day before.  I wanted one last good picture of him.  He did not look so sick in this one.”  Tom canted his head looking at the both of you, seeing the emotion on both of your faces.  

“I won’t ask further. But it is beautiful.”  He rested a hand on yours in comfort.  The warmth of it doing odd things to your heart.

“This is our grandfather right before he passed.  He was always such a strong man.  Then when he got sick, he went very quickly.  This was the last time he actually looked like himself.”  You never told anyone you had made it black and white so no one would remember how pale he had been.  The only reason why you kept it in the case was that your grandmother told you to. She loved the picture because it was how she always saw him first thing in the morning, peaceful.

Mila gave you a hug before kissing your cheek.  Wiping her eyes quickly she stood up, straightening her shirt.  “Okay that was way too heavy for lunch time.  Warn me next time.”  She walked away to give herself time to compose herself and get back into director mode.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…”  Tom held a hand up to stop you.

“No apologies please. I was the one that brought it up. Thank you for sharing it with me.” Leaning back in the chair you stared down at your hands for a moment.  Letting your own mind absorb what was left of the sorrow and allow lighter thoughts to return.

“I need to return to makeup. It was lovely to have share lunch with you.  I would love to do it again soon.  Perhaps when I don’t have to return so quickly.”  Did he mean?  No, he could not mean… Just being friendly, that is all.  The tone of his voice sounded sincere and quiet as he smiled down at you.

“Umm yeah… I will be here a lot I’m sure if Mila has anything to do with it.”  Your stuttered sentence only made your anxiety grow.

“If Mila has anything to do with what?”  Your sister had perfect timing as always.  Tom answered before you could get a word out.

“I said I hoped to see [Y/N] for lunch another time soon, when we weren’t so rushed.  She said you would make sure she was here often.”  Mila had devious looking smile to her face.

“Oh yes, she will be here a lot.  I am going to speak with the producers and a few of the marketing execs.  I want [Y/N] to take the teaser ad photos of the cast.”  Your jaw dropped as you stared at your sister.

“You can’t be serious. Mila I have never done that type of thing before.  There has got to be someone who you usually work with and who is far more qualified.”  Crossing her arms over her chest, she gazed at you.

“Look through that damn portfolio and tell me you aren’t qualified.”  Your shock had turned into silence.

“I agree with Mila.  I believe you would do a wonderful job.  But I am just the actor.”  Tom grinned as he turned to walk towards the set.  

“You are going to sit and let me show off your talent, [Y/N/N].  I have already called the producers.  One is coming down in a little while to look it over.  Follow me so you can watch and get some ideas.”  A chair had been sat beside hers so you could watch the scene.  Your mind was racing with the fears and excitement of it all.

What would happen if this really worked out?

(To be continued with part 3)

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“Well, that went way better than expected. I can’t believe you pulled off that trick.”

Chat looked away from the flashing wall of cameras and crinkled his eyes at Ladybug. “You’re surprised? Wow. You injure me with your lack of faith. I told you I had it in the bag, Bug.”

Marinette’s attention was divided evenly between the wall of cheering fans and journalists, and her partner. It was as she was signing a bicep that had been thrust in her direction that she hit Chat with disarming smile. “And you were right, of course,” she laughed.

“I thought we’d be out for hours, when I saw her wrecking the radio tower on the news,” Chat said once they had banished themselves to the rooftops. “I can’t believe it only took twenty minutes and we didn’t even need the charm or the ‘clysm. I wasted one of my good alibis on getting out of the house! I’d been saving that one, too.”

The agonized look on his face made a giggle bubble up in Marinette’s throat, and she couldn’t contain it. She was feeling too good. That battle had been swift and exhilerating and decisive, and she felt powerful, and more than anything else, she felt connected to her partner. They’d been paired up against the world together for about five months now, but tonight something had shifted. They’d moved less like a team and more like one. He’d responded to her whims as if they’d been choreographed a thousand years ago and he’d spent his life studying in preparation just to meet her. And Marinette, god help her, had loved every second of it.

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