#AND I FEEL LIKE IM BACK IN SCHOOL TALKING ON THE PHONE WITH MY BFF ABOUT MY CRUSH FJEJJFSKNFJE
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yeoslattes · 1 month ago
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4EVR
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Genre: smut
Wc: 2.6k
Pairings: non idol alt bff!Mingi x EDM festival enthusiast bff!Reader
Summary: A festival changes everything for Mingi after being in love with his best friend for so long.
Warnings: smut, switch Mingi, switch reader, whiny Mingi, he's so needy for her, mentions of masturbation, alcohol use, weed mentions, some possessive commentary if you squint, minor plot, unprotected sex, make outs, big dick Mingi, mentions of size difference, blowjob, deep throating, cowgirl, doggy, creampie, dropping the L word, Mingi is sick in love with his bestie
ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯: 4EVR by Isoknock
A/N: another drop for you guys!!!! Mingi has officially moved onto the bias line, so Im literally on a Mingi rampage rn. I just love how he's a softie at heart, I need him so bad it's not funny. Anyways, here's something short and sweet for you all, we are also so close to 400 followers so that's exciting, thank you guys <3~ Nini
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The sun setting over the open field casted a golden glow on all the festival goers. Mingi sifted through the crowd following his friend group as they headed towards the main stage where they’d stay the rest of the night. He looked down at his phone, where are you? My friends and I are by the main stage rn, read the message his best friend had sent him just minutes ago. He paused for a quick second sending you a reply reading that they were almost there and to hang tight.
Being best friends but having two separate friend groups was a challenge in situations like this. Your girlfriends had different interests than you, they wanted to attend festivals to look hot and slutty while you wanted to drink, perhaps smoke a little weed and just let loose to your favorite EDM artists. Mingi’s friends were…well just boys, they loved to mosh and get down and dirty in between the heavy throngs of people. That’s where the friend groups clashed, but you hoped that at least for tonight everyone would want to stick together and have fun.
Mingi carries himself confidently, he can feel the thirsty gaze of various people lingering on him as he walks by, inflating his ego just the slightest. He sports a mesh top and blacked ripped jeans exposing the milky skin of his thighs. He has a bandana around his neck and underneath the cloth are a bunch of heavy chains decorating his neck, the same way he has stacks of bracelets on his wrists. As soon as he spots you he feels the need to shrink into himself, of course he had a crush on his best friend of over 7 years; how cliche.
It all started when you both graduated high school, you promised to attend college together which you did, that’s when you both saw each other grow in ways you hadn’t before. You both discovered your likes and dislikes, attended countless parties together which led to either you or Mingi being absolutely wasted, that’s when he realized he’d fallen for you. It was something about your spirit, your feistiness yet softness at the same time. He loved the way you contrasted him in many ways, from the colors you dressed in to your music taste; aside from the handful of artists you did share interest in. With the way you took his breath away any time you walked into the room; he was sure he loved you.
When he spots you in your skimpy iridescent festival attire, he feels his hands clam up and his heart pound in his chest. Whoever was leading his group greets your friends first, you turn around with a smile, your eyes immediately locking on his despite the sunglasses he sported. You jump and run to him, wrapping your arms around his tall frame.
“Mingi!” Your enthusiasm earning a couple of looks. Your arms lock around him and squeeze him tightly. He chuckles and wraps his arms around you. “Hey!” Is all he’s able to muster, as you still cling onto him. With an arm around his back you lean into his side turning towards all your friends. A few of your girlfriends are mingling with Wooyoung and the rest talk amongst each other.
“Isoknock will be on in about an hour and Martin Garrix starts in ten.” San announces, eyes trained on his phone screen as he reads the lineup schedule. You turn to look at Mingi, feeling your gaze on him, he looks down at you. You acknowledge his hand on your waist, and how nice it feels there, however, you refocus on his face, scanning his sharp features.
“Do you wanna get shots and a drink Min?” You ask in a stupidly sweet way,
“You said you drank earlier.” Mingi reminds you, brushing your hair out of your face. Jutting your lip out in a faux pout you nod, “well yes, but I’m too sober for this.” You start heading for the bar, leaving Mingi no choice but to follow you. 
“Two Patron shots and two beers please.” You motion to the bartender who nods and glances at Mingi.
“You’ll pay right?” There you go again with that sickeningly sweet tone, but who was Mingi to say no to the girl of his dreams. “Of course baby, anything for you.” He teased, he can only high five himself when he sees the blush creeping up your cheeks.
Being the light weight you were, the shot really got you going, fifteen minutes into Martin Garrix’s set you could proudly say you were tipsy. The sun had now set completely, the only light source coming from the blinding stage lights. People hooted and hollered around you, the beat would build up to a drop where you’d jump up and down, really feeling the music in your body and just letting it move you. Being a casual Martin Garrix listener you knew his most popular songs, excitement filling you whenever you’d recognize the melody. Mingi roamed around you, bopping his head and moving crazily with the music all while keeping an eye on you. You looked like you were having fun and that mattered to him, mostly because you were there with him.
The crowd disperses as the set comes to an end, you randomly stumble towards the bathrooms Mingi following closely behind you.
“I have to pee, hold this please.” You say handing him the beer can and stepping into the portapotty. Mingi waits near the door making sure no one opens it, within minutes you’re out and rinsing your hands in the handwashing stations.
With the crowd getting overwhelming, you pulled Mingi towards a secluded area behind the restroom station, it was just you, him and the stars.  Finally you felt like you could breathe. It was a little while until the next set so you sat down on a random bench that happened to be there.
“You okay?” He asks, “Yeah, just a bit over-stimulated, needed a little break.” He sits next to you, you both sit in comfortable silence until you get a bright idea to kill time…
“what if we kissed?” He swears he feels his heart plop into his stomach.
“W-what?” He almost gasps, and you laugh, “what? It’s not like it means anything right? Just a silly kiss.” But no, it meant alot to Mingi, but he can’t say that out loud. Despite it being your idea, your heart still hammers in your chest. You turn to face your best friend who remains frozen.
“Just a kiss Mingi?” You ask with a teasing tone, he gulps and nods wordlessly. You hook a finger under the bandana around his neck and pull him towards you. Your lips slot together, and it’s like sparks flew in that moment. A shock wave runs over your body as your lips move in perfect synchrony. The taste of beer and the remnants of his cologne wafting strongly around you invade your senses. Mingi on the other hand could not believe what was happening. His large hands grip your waist hard, sliding you closer to him, you moan slightly as the kiss gets sloppier. When you pull away, he notices your eyes glazed over and a bright smile on your lips.
“See? Just a kiss.” 
He breathes heavily, his brain trying to rewire itself. You try to ignore the heat coursing through your body.
“Oh there you guys are.” San breathes out, clearly exhausted, “we’ve been looking everywhere for you two. Isoknock is on in five, let's go!” San waves you both over. You shoot Mingi a look of reassurance and pull him along with you to follow San.
Mingi had a lot of questions but given that he was here mainly for Isoknock he decided to push those questions away and enjoy the set fully. You jump and scream next to him, occasionally leaning into him and holding his hand. He could tell you hadn’t given a second thought to what had happened behind those portapotties but it was the only thing he could think of. It wasn’t just a kiss to him. 
***
He had paid you and uber back home and caught a ride with San who lived in the same apartment complex. As soon as he entered the privacy of his home, he went straight for a shower where he pictured you and fisted his cock until he came all over the shower walls. The vivid feeling of your lips on his lingered like a ghost, he needed you bad.
The following week you’d ask him to hang out, he observed you for a possible shift in your demeanor. You either were hard to read or, again, hadn’t given the kiss a second thought. He was mentally battling himself until he couldn’t take it anymore. Mid game of truth or dare, which was a result of being trapped in his apartment due to heavy rain, he suddenly asks; “I dare you to kiss me.” Your brows shoot up in shock and amusement, you shrug. 
“Okay Min, it’s not like we haven’t done this before.” You pull your hair in a low ponytail, and scootch closer to him. “Ready?” You ask one more time, as you lean your face towards his, Mingi nods. You press your lips on his, his plump pair parting immediately. You’re slightly taken aback, fully expecting to give him just a pop kiss. But when he pulls you in by cradling your face you’re practically almost straddling him. You deepen the kiss, as your hands hook to his shoulders, your legs coming over his so you’re fully in his lap. His large hands rest on your hips, he whimpers quietly at your weight pressing against his crotch. His hands maneuver you as you start to drag your hips on his slowly. 
You pull away, your lips trailing kisses down his neck and onto his shoulder where you nibble and suck gently. You can feel him react under you, his body jolting slightly at all the sensations. This big man, who was deemed intimidating by a few because he wore chunky rings, bracelets, and dressed in all black was practically putty under you and you loved it. The fact that he was also your best friend didn’t matter either. Nothing could come between the bond you and your Mingi had, even if some considered this friendship ending.
Your mouth teases him until you meet his lips again, he whines and bucks his hips into your clothed cunt when you press particularly hard on him, “w-want you so bad. Please.” He whined. You smiled at his state, eyes hazy and small, lips red and parted as he breathed in heavily. You stand up from his lap, extending a hand out, you lead him into his own bedroom. It had been awhile since you’d been here, you acknowledge the dark bedding and the countless band posters that littered the walls.
He sits at the edge of the bed, legs parted as you slot yourself between them. Wasting no time you pulled your top off, you could feel Mingi’s gaze burning holes into your skin, loving the way he observed you with admiration in his gaze. His thick rimmed glasses shone under the low lighting, his bedside lamp reflecting on the lens just adding to that helpless loser look.
“Lay back baby. Be a good boy.” He nods, inching up on the bed and resting against his pillows. You tug on his sweats, his cock springing free.
“O-oh…” you mutter in shock, “you’re big.” 
Mingi breathes heavily, “it’ll fit, i promise.” He whines. You take his cock into your hand, your mouth parting over the tip. Your tongue runs over the smooth skin making Mingi keen. His hips buck up at the sensitivity, that’s when you swallow him whole. The bulbous head hits the back of your throat activating your gag reflex. His hands immediately fly to your hair and you let him use you however he wanted.
“S-so good, so good to me.” He rambles on, your mouth coats him in spit, doing your best to take as much of him down as possible. This was everything Mingi ever wanted, he was in heaven. His hips buck aggressively sending a couple more inches of him down your throat, he groans loudly. “Don’t wanna c-cum. Please don’t let me, I wanna- inside you.” he pants and with an exaggerated pop that leaves him seeing stars you pull away.
“I want you to fuck me Mingi please, make me yours.” You whisper, your whole body on fire now. He nods, “I want you on top.” he sheepishly requests. Pulling your bottoms off you hover over him. One knee on each side, with a small hand you guide his slick cock, he gently prods your hole, you suck in a deep breath before sinking down. Mingi’s eyes roll to the back of his head and you wince at the stretch.
“So b-big.” he swears your voice could send him over the edge. You feel him getting antsy, his hands all over the place until they find purchase on your hips. The desperation is getting the best of him and he gently pulls you down on him, sending his entire length into you. Your face scrunches up and you collapse on him, completely unmoving for about a minute until he starts to help you move. 
“I promise it’ll feel good, you just have to m-move.” He gasps the last word out. You feel absolutely heavenly around him. Your weight crushing him just right and your warm walls engulfing him tightly. The more you move on him the slicker everything gets and in no time he has you bouncing on him.
Your hands grip his knees as you lean back and fuck yourself on his cock, he groans loudly when you clench on him. His ring clad hand grips on your hips like vice only removing one to bring his thumb to your clit where he circles sending you towards your orgasm. Your walls clamp and throb around him, your orgasm washing over you in heavy waves. You gasp feeling dazed coming down to lay against him with his hard cock still buried in you. Mingi gently maneuvers you off him, 
“all fours baby.” He says nudging slightly to which you oblige. He runs his hand down his cock once and lines up with you once more. His hips are fast when he slides into you. His pelvis flush to the globes of your ass. He sets a brutal pace, blundering on your cervix every time he sinks all the way in. As much as you try to keep that dominating aura over him, it falters as he fucks you stupid into the mattress. Your eyes blankly stare at walls, your vision blurring when he hits the spot. His hands hold onto the backs of your biceps, pressing you down into his mattress.
“F-finally mine. My girl is so fucking perfect.” he moans, “I’m gonna cum in you and you’re gonna take it like a good fucking girl.” he continues, hips aggressively clapping against your ass. 
“I’m gonna oh fuck, oh- fuck.” he shoves his dick as far as it can go, the pressure leaving you seeing stars. Your mouth drops open as you feel his warmth feeling you all while you rub your clit aggressively getting yourself to your own orgasm. He feels your walls throb around him as you milk him deliciously. Mingi pulls away and falls next to you, gasping loudly. You on the other hand have become pure mush on his bed. He pulls your limp body into him and snuggles you tightly. After a long silence you finally say, “I didn’t know you had it for me that way Min, I should’ve known as soon as I kissed you at the festival.” You say quietly playing with his hair. “I think I’m in love with you.” He murmurs with his eyes closed, his voice muffled into your neck. There’s a pregnant pause, “I know for sure that I love you.” You whisper just as he’s dozing off to sleep.
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leehaner · 10 months ago
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Talk: Chapter 1
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pairing: leehan taesan x fem!reader
genre: ANGST, love triangle, slowburn, eventual smut, fuckboy!leehan, college au, undecided ending + genre tbh im lit writing this on a whim bffs
word count: 2k
summary: find out
warnings: none for this chapter!
“Please tell me this is the last fucking box y/n” said your friend Jaehyun as he put down one of your many boxes of clothes for the semester.
He’d offered to help you move into your dorm at your newly transferred school, which he also attended.
“You maybe carried one box in here and it was the lightest one, if you were going to complain so much why'd you offer to help move me in? Sungho was going to come instead”, you said in between laughs and you’re sure he replied back with something equally as dramatic as what he’d said earlier but you were deep in thought thinking about whether or not you made the right choice to transfer here.
“Are you even listening to me?!” he says, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Huh? oh. Sorry….what’d you say?”
“ I saiiiiiiiiid that one of my friends is having a party near campus tonight and you’re coming. It’ll be good for you to meet new people other than me and Sungho. I’ll come get you and everything!”, he says, leaving almost no room for you to say no and pleading with his hands for you to say yes. It was always really hard for you to say no to him because he’d been one of your closest friends since high school and he always knew what was best for you before you even knew it, so, you agree under one condition.
“Okay whatever just don’t leave me alone at the party because I will leave so fucking fast”
“Then how else will you learn to make friends”
“not going”
“OKAY DAMN I won't leave you alone…. it’s not like sungho won’t be there anyway and i'll introduce you to our roommates'' he says while putting your clothes on hangers in annoyance.
Roommates. That word unexpectedly makes you nervous because up to this point you’d heard crazy stories about Jaehyuns experience with them and the thought of meeting people is always out of your comfort zone. You wouldn’t call yourself shy, but you’re more closed off than you’d like to admit.
“ I should probably also warn you ...one of our roommates, he’s kind of an asshole. So don’t take anything he does too seriously”
Ugh, you’re already dreading this.
“Okay”
And with that you and Jaehyun spend the next two hours or so fixing up your single dorm bickering and fooling around for most of those two hours but you finished nonetheless.
“okay see you later y/n and take your phone off dnd, you’re not getting out of going to this party tonight” he says walking out of your dorm gathering his phone and hoodie from your freshly made bed.
“wasn't planning on it!” you lied. you were definitely planning to shower then sleep and blame the no response to his texts on dnd.
“yeah OKAY, bye~!” the boy says, taking one final stride out of the door and letting it slam behind him which makes you roll your eyes.
After roughly 20 minutes of mindlessly scrolling on your phone you decide it’s time to shower and get ready for the party you were dreading with every fiber of your being.
8:36pm
It's now been an hour since you started getting ready and you were now checking your outfit in your mirror. You were a bit unsatisfied but not enough to change for what would now be the third time of the night. You were dressed rather provocatively but you didn’t care, it made you feel good.Your makeup was already done and now all that was left was to spray perfume and check your phone to see when Jaehyun would be coming to pick you up.
You remembered that he’d probably be bringing his roommates and you were happy to see Sungho as you hadn’t seen him in a while but it was intimidating to meet the rest of them. Still, you were able to, for the most part, shake that feeling off.
myung: hey im like a min away rapunzel let down ur hairrrrrr
you: need you to b normal so bad
myung: HURRY TF UP im downstairs
You walked out of your dorm room and sprinted to the nearest elevator pressing the buttons urgently and waiting for it to come up for a few seconds but it felt like a thousand years were going by so you thought maybe it’d be quicker to take the stairs and slowly started to turn around.
beep
The elevator doors open and someone grabs your arm and turns you around gently. you had an immediate reaction to take your arm back but in an ever-so gentle manner.
“you don’t have to take the stairs” a husky voice says to you
you looked up at him and scanned his features for what felt like years to you but was only for a split second. He had long brown hair and even browner eyes that looked like the entire galaxy was in them.He ran his fingers through his hair with the hand that had just turned you around and put his phone in his back pocket with his other hand.
“Do you always grab strangers into elevators?” you ask him.
he took a few steps forward in order to hold the elevator open on one side
“technically you’re not in the elevator yet but this is my first time, hopefully I was easy enough on you” he replies cheekily with a smirk forming on his face.
You were shocked at how he could just make something so regular into a sex metaphor but somehow it worked. Still you rolled your eyes at the comment, making an automatic assumption about what kind of guy this stranger is.
“and a thank you would be nice”
“thanks” you respond making your way inside the elevator purposely avoiding the side he was evidently holding open for you. You notice he looks down, poking the side of his inner cheek with his tongue and smiling. He steps back into the elevator and you both reach to press buttons. You went for floor one while he went for floor two.
“Got a ride waiting for you or something?” he asks with what sounds like genuine curiosity.
“yeah, are you gonna follow me and kill me?” just as you say this jokingly the elevator doors open once more.
“Just curious but that does sound enticing” he smiles and faces you as he walks backwards out of the elevator trying not to break eye contact with you once.
You smiled to yourself at the small interaction knowing you’d never see him again as he was probably just heading to a hookup judging by the fact floor two of your dorm building was girls only. But ,still, you couldn’t help but feel butterflies from the chemistry filled banter you’d just had with a random stranger even if he was about to go fuck some random. It felt good.
myung: btw. you may or may not have to sit on someone’s lap because my car is not that big SORRYSORRYSORRYSOORY
you: bro im going back upstairs
myung: NO c'mon they’re excited to meet you and sungho has gummies in the glove compartment.. 😁
you: ….bribing me is crazy
myung: it’s the only way i fear🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️
myung: i see you coming down the stairs just walk straight then turn left a little and you’ll see my car
you follow his instructions and see his red car looking absolutely packed with men whom amongst them you only see one familiar face, Sungho.
“Y/N!!!!!!!! I haven’t seen you in forever, i missed you” the tall long haired boy says to you as his passenger side window is rolling down.
“ I missed you too” you gave him a warm smile. Jaehyun then steps out of the car and opens the back door for you revealing 3 boys, one with pink hair, another with short brown hair and the very last with long dark hair and a streak of blonde in the back of it. damn you thought, he’s attractive.
“ So from left to right this is Riwoo, Woonhak, Taesan and obviously you all know this is y/n” , Jaehyun says smiling and gesturing to everyone then you.
There was a sudden flow of nice to meet yous after that coming from all of you and they all seemed rather nice, you felt instantly welcomed by them especially Riwoo who you felt you’d grow close to quickly, he reminded you a lot of Jaehyun in a way you couldn’t exactly pinpoint but was there nonetheless.
“ Now that you’ve met …any of you want to sit on each other's lap so that y/n can sit?” Jaehyun says while scratching his head.
“ I don’t mind," Woonhak says, smiling and shrugging. You smile at his kind gesture and you and Jaehyun walk over to the other side of the car, he gets back into the driver's seat while you stand at the backdoor. Taesan opens the door, steps out and Woonhak follows suit, you assume he’d be sitting on Taesans lap in the middle. However as Taesan stepped out of the car you were shocked at how tall he was, he didn’t seem all that tall from the view you had of him at the start of this interaction but there he was, standing at probably six feet tall at least.
He very clearly checked you out from head to toe and smiled at you politely as he waited for Woonhak to step out of the car, it was like he was going to say something to you but he himself didn’t know what to say first. He then went to sit in the middle of the backseat shuffling into place and tapping his lap with both hands gesturing for Woonhak to sit there.
“Don’t ever do that again” Woonhak says laughing which also makes you and Taesan laugh and you then take a seat next to them and finally close the car door. You all then take off to the party.
On your ride there everyone was mostly on their phones or having small conversations over the somewhat loud music Sungho had on aux. You were looking out of your window and could see Taesan from your peripheral vision occasionally doing the same. Whenever he wasn’t looking out of the window he was staring at you, it felt like he was piercing through your skin with his eyes and maybe that feeling rooted from the fact you wished you could look at him back in that moment but then he’d know you could see him looking at you that whole time.
“Nah man don’t worry about it, he'll probably just be at the party later anyway”,Jaehyun says. You were curious who he was referring to as you overheard bits of his and Sunghos' conversation.
“ I don’t get why he didn’t just come with us” Sungho responds.
“don’t think too much about it seriously , he's always weird like that”, Jaehyun reassures him and with that the conversation ends leaving you wondering who they were just talking about.Ignoring your curiosity you put one of your earbuds in so you could listen to music for a bit.
now playing: the smiths - there is a light that never goes out
“I love the *muffled speech*
“What?”, you take off your singular earbud to ask what Taesan had just said to you
“I said I love the smiths”, he says to you with a smile that was so contagious, you smiled without even noticing.
“Do you want to listen with me?” you ask sweetly, to which he nods. you hand him the other earbud and you listen to music the rest of the car ride there.
you couldn’t help but feel butterflies from how he’d somehow get a brand new smile for each song that played or tapped his foot along to the sound, signaling that he liked your taste in music.
He’s so endearing you thought.
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abyssalrosette · 22 days ago
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Alright gang, been wanting to do a introduction for a minute but haven't really had any ideas sooo here u go!!
I'm Tomura but I have SEVERAL other preferred names (13 to be exact). I'm transgender and abrosexual!! I do use neo pronouns but they aren't my main pronouns, he/him is so don't feel pressured to use my neos!
I'm from (and live in) America, I was raised in the South and lived there up until a few months ago. I don't have many friends and I'm always down to talk with people!
Im homeschooled and have been for about uhh,, 3 years? I went homeschooled after my freshman year in high school, so I'm usually always on my phone and will respond pretty quickly to any messages or notifications.
I just started playing ikemen villains and ikemen prince back in December (props to my bff for introducing me to the game). My favorite characters from ikevil are Alfons, Liam, Ellis, Jude, Roger, and Victor!! My favorite characters from ikepri are Yves, Chevalier, and Gilbert.
I have plenty of other interests such as vkei, lolita fashion, cosplaying, horror stuff, and many more!!
Some other things y'all can find me on is discord and Instagram. Although I'm not gonna give out my usernames via this post but if y'all want em then lmk!! :3
(Also, sorry this isn't like,, aesthetic or anything..I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE HALF OF THESE BUTTONS ON HERE OK!!╥﹏╥)
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namuneulbo · 2 years ago
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week one hundred
my ocds been so bad lately but its week one hundred omg!!!!!!
this week from wednesday to today theres been this jazz festival in town. its quite expensive so i didnt get a festival pass bc i felt like w the little jazz i actually know it wouldnt like,,, be worth it. most of my friends went though bc they got free passes from school. the three jam sessions held thursday to saturday were free though. i went to all of them but i want to talk more specifically ab fridays session.
i knew v and w would be there so i was excited for that part bc that meant v would be wingmanning like never before. i sat w l at a little table and right as we were talking ab when hed show up, l does a quick glance and goes "well, hes here now."
i dont look back to see him but i soon feel a breeze behind me and he walked right past me to sit at the table next to us. i fangirl a bit to l and we whisper ab him briefly. v soon joins our table and immediately starts glancing between me and w w a look of like "u want me to wingman, right?". we talk ab it for a bit and he immediately gets up and sits down next to w at the table right next to us and then turns to me and wo even trying to be quiet he puts a hand on my shoulder and goes "dw, ive got this!". throughout their conversation, v would at random times mid-convo turn away from w and say something along the lines of "dw, ive got it under control," or hed just quit talking to w randomly to like give me a really obvious look. it was funny, i didnt really mind it but it did make me nervous bc of how obvious he was being. at one point when he like leaned into say something to me w even turned to like look at us so ..
later on i had pretended to go pee so i could come back and then sit in the chair right behind w more naturally but then the guy he was sitting w was like "why do u guys keep moving closer??" bc we had already once moved a bit closer before that TT i just bullshitted and said that we might as well just sit at the same table. right after i sat down right w, v pushed my chair and i desperately tried to stop him and my knees hit ws chair and bro then v tapped ws shoulder and pretended to look at his phone and i just looked at v in such distress as i see w turn around in my peripheral vision. it was humiliating TT later on v was also like talking ab how i should talk to him and yadayada what i should say. he wasnt necessarily quiet ab it either, w literally mustve heard at that point.
"just like tap him on the shoulder, look him in the eyes and ask him to come to ur place."
it was so bad but it was so funny at the same time and i literally was on the verge of tears bc i was so nervous ab w overhearing us even though i also want him to know i like him so yk i was a bit of a mess.
w goes up to do some drumming and i miss some of it bc i went to the bathroom fr this time but i came back and watched from the same seat i sat in earlier but i was alone this time bc everyone had left. all i said to him that evening was an incredibly awkward "well played" and bro im genuinely lacking social skills, it was so bad.
anyways thats that. todays ns bday. happy 19th, bff !! cant wait to meet u in two weeks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
sotw: him - your sweet 666
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midi4ri0love · 1 year ago
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identity ask in honour of my 17th bday by @yup-im-a-werewolf i found on pinterest
1. if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to? Psych, ATLA, MLP, Cars, Lilifee, Dionsaur Train, Middle Ages picture book, The Cruel Prince, Anne with an E, Spider Man.
2. have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who? Nope
3. list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with: AnnE (Anne), Marauders (Peter+Regulus), The Cruel Prince (Jude), MPL (Luna), Psych (Shawn).
4. do you like your name? is there another name you think would fit you better? I like my name, but maybe Angelina.
5. do you think of yourself as a human being or a human doing? do you identify yourself by the things you do? I consider myself a part of earth, and identify by my emotionally extreme actions.
6. are you religious/spiritual? i consider magic and believe that there is a reason all this exists. i believe in the multiverse.
7. do you care about your ethnicity? i care about my ethnicity's culture, so yeah
8. what musical artists have you most felt connected to over your lifetime? Taylor Swift, Bruno Mars, Meghan Trainor, Robbie Williams, Rachel Platten, Imagine Dragons, Linkin Park.
9. are you an artist? Yup: drawing/painting/animating, dancing, writing.
10. do you have a creed? nope.
11. describe your ideal day. i sleep til abt 9, the sunlight and a good smell of flowers and food wake me up, a loved one comes to my room and talks to me and we go to (warm/lunch-y) breakfast together, we and other 0-2 people i'm close to talk for hours at the table and drink tea, we get dressed and go skating, we come back and eat a warm meal, we paint, dance, talk and listen to music and then we read, we take a nap under the warm afternoon sun, i am left alone and can dance to music or draw or sleep and go to sleep early because i don't feel like i need to make up for lost time.
12. dog person or cat person? i always used to think i'd be a dog person and wished for one my whole life, but since i have one i love him, but realised that i'm a cat person
13. inside or outdoors? if it's warm but no sunscreen and no sweat kinda warm then outside, if it is windy outside, otherwise inside.
14. are you a musician? yup, i play the piano and the trumpet.
15. five most influential books over your lifetime: percy jackson (what mr d said abt science), the cruel prince (poisoning oneself to be immune, (war) strategies, empowering), harry potter (ruled my daydreams for abt 5 yrs now), Das Blaubeerhaus (made me a curious person), the spanish love deception (just an enjoyable read)
16. if you'd grown up in a different environment, do you think you'd have turned out the same? nope, i realised, that as a human, i am easily influenced. the power lies in actively knowing that.
17. would you say your tumblr is a fair representation of the "real you"? usually only the side i don't like, not the side i show.
18. what's your patronus? a normal cat, but i feel like it should be a horse, a tiger or a goat
19. which Harry Potter house would you be in? or are you a muggle? i'm a ravenclaww
20. would you rather be in Middle Earth, Narnia, Hogwarts, or somewhere else? HOGWARTS (narnia would be cool too tho, riding around with a sword)
21. do you love easily? maybe, i'm not sure what loving is. if what i do is loving then yes.
22. list the top five things you spend the most time doing, in order. sleeping, in school, listening to music, on my phone, eating.
23. how often would you want to see your family every year? depends on what part of my family.
24. have you ever felt like you had a "mind-meld" with someone? yeah, my ex-bff, sometimes it still hurts.
25. could you live as a hermit? probably easily, but maybe human contact every 2 weeks, it'd be amazing.
26. how would you describe your gender/sexuality? female, bisexual.
27. do you feel like your outside appearance is a fair representation of the "real you"? no, but it wouldn't be able to be shown in one physical appearance.
28. on a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin? 2 (so easy, i seem dumb)
29. three songs that you connect with right now. Enjoy the silence (Depeche Mode), My Love All Mine (Mitski), Beautiful Life (Ace of Base)
30. pick one of your favorite quotes.
"The scariest moment is always just before you start" ~Stephen King
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tendouluvr · 4 years ago
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aizawa as a dad - teenage!reader
- fluff, dad aizawa momen
- warnings: hrmm none i think
- wc: 1.3k
a/n: basically me listing things i want bc im dadless
ps this is before the dorms were implemented meaning this takes place before that, so things that happened after that does not exist in this world
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remembers your birthday
#! even you don’t remember it sometimes, but he does
#! it’s the morning of your birthday, you’re both in the kitchen
#! he’s drinking his daily dose of caffeine, lazily packing his lunch
#! you’re..falling asleep at the dining table...
#! you hear the chair next to you scrape across the floor, opening your eyes you see your dad deeply sigh while taking a seat
#! “you’re older now, so that means you have to be more responsible. you should be taking care of yourself. you also should listen to me more.”
#! you: ... (•.•?)
#! him: ..what?
#! “huh, what’re you going on about?” you rack your brain to think what could’ve possibly made him go on that unexpected lecture
#! “.......it’s your-,”
#! “OH, it’s my birthday,” you cut him off, giggling to yourself for forgetting such day
#! he sighs again and just pats your head before getting up to start leaving for school
#! “c’mon, you’ll be late.”
#! “ok~~.”
#! you won’t be late. he always make sure you’ll never be late, but he likes saying that because he thinks it’s so parent-like
always backs you up
#! even if deep down he knows you might lose in the practice battle against todoroki, he’s on your side
#! when it comes to silly little things like witty arguments between him and uncle present mic, you back him up leaving present mic with his echoed wails
#! also vice versa when you’re in some annoying banter with denki or something
#! you don’t call him ‘dad’ in class, nor does he show signs of favoritism towards you
#! you both know familial relations in school would always cause people to think about bias, favoritism, cheating, etc.
#! so luckily, he’s mature and you are too so you both know to not act so close with each other in school
#! but you drop the whole ‘aizawa sensei’ thing when you guys are alone
#! you did accidentally call him dad once when he was passing back test papers and you had a question about something
#! you were focused on the test papers you just got back, forgetting that you were in class for a second, and blurted out a quick, “dad? can you explain this.”
#! you didn’t even realize what you said until it got noticeably quiet in the class, causing you to raise your eyes up from the paper to see everyone looking at you and aizawa
#! he could care less, the man was getting cozy at his desk
#! you walked over to him anyway so he could answer your question
feeds you a lot of pre-made food or food that wasn’t cooked by him
#! he can’t really cook
#! he could do the bare minimum but the most you’ll ever get out of him is probably ramen with your favorite add-ons
#! his bffs can cook
#! aizawa doesn’t eat much himself, so when you entered his life he wasn’t really sure what to feed you
#! his best friends would cook for him now and then because they’re aware of his eating habits
#! but then they suddenly had two aizawas to feed
#! growing up you also ate a lot of freezer food. the good kinds though, the freezer food that doesn’t have that freezery taste after its been heated up
#! even though he couldn’t make you food, he still watched out for you and what you ate
#! if he notices that you’re eating too much sweet, he’ll comment on it. if he notices that you’re overdoing it with the salt, he’ll comment on it with a stern lecture about how deadly sodium can be.
#! he picks up your favorite convenience store snacks a lot after school
#! does aizawa seem like the type to make you eat veggies?? i’m not sure. sure he wants you to be healthy and not just consume junk, but i feel like he also doesn’t do too well with veggies
#! aizawa is secretly picky with his veggies hhhhh there’s specific ones he really likes, but for the most part he finds everything else weird in some way
#! headcanon that aizawa pouted over veggies he didn’t like as a kid and he would just stare at it thinking it’ll go away on its own
is loaded and spoils you unintentionally
#! he’s a prohero, one of the highest paying jobs by the government in the bnha universe
#! plus his teaching job. i know teachers salary isn’t too good, but it’s ua and this isn’t real life, so he’s probably getting paid stacks
#! also i think the cat outfit he bought for eri is suppose to be from some japanese brand that’s the equivalent of gucci in the u.s. (but ignore this bc this happened after the dorms were a thing 😁😁)
#! anyway he bought you a lot of toys as a kid, and tons of horrendous outfits that you cry over but never to his face because he’s trying his best </33
#! now that you’re a teenager, he doesn’t buy you toys anymore but has now evolved to buying you electronics on your birthday and just giving you pocket money
#! obviously aizawa doesn’t flaunt his wealth though, he doesn’t care about that and finds it unnecessary
#! he also barely spends on himself so he just has even more money saved up for no reason
#! but the thing is,, he doesn’t even realize how much he spends on you until you sit him down to talk to him
#! “dad, i do not need a new laptop. i’m fine with the one i have now, it’s still good. i saw you looking at laptops the other day.”
#! “what made you think i was looking at laptops for you?”
#! silence
#! complete, utter silence .....
#! “who’s it for then?!”
#! he rolls his eyes before answering you, “none of your business. go away.”
#! “ok fine whatever-,” you mumbled, “but my point still stands. i don’t need anything, and even if i did i can buy it myself!” you exclaimed boldly
#! “with what money?” he blankly stares at you
#! “with.....with... money i save up from birthdays and holidays because i never get to spend them!”
#! he just sighs, gets up from the couch, and walks away leaving you standing there smiling because you knew it was a successful talk
#! here’s a link to something i read that further added to my aizawa rich headcanon :]
kisses you goodnight on your forehead after he comes home from late missions/pro-hero runs
#! when you were a kid, you slept on his bed to feel safer
#! when he came home from late missions, he would walk into his room to see you bundled up in the blanket
#! after quickly getting ready for bed because he was schlumped, he got into bed as gently as possible to not wake you up
#! but you’re a light sleeper so you felt a familiar warmth encasing you and it jolted you awake, slightly whimpering trying to turn your head to see your dad
#! he noticed and quietly shushed you to get you back to sleep, “sh sh, it’s okay, it’s just me.”
#! your tiny arms would wrap around his chest and you stuffed your chubby face into his chest before you dozed off once again
#! now that you sleep in your own room, he would come home and peek in to check up on you
#! sometimes you were still awake — studying, on your phone, cleaning your room, insomnia, or just because
#! in this case he would just peek his head in, squint his tired eyes at you, mumble a slurred, “night.”, sigh at your smile that was clearly there to keep you from laughing, then finally head towards his room
#! but when he catches you asleep, he smiles to himself and makes his way into your room to give you a small forehead kiss before whispering, “goodnight.”
#! you never grew out of the light sleeping thing though, so you always knew of his small show of fatherly love
#! just don’t bring it up ever because he’s tired of you
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purrincess-chat · 4 years ago
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Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix CH19
People weren’t happy with how things went down with Alya in the original MDCSP, so I hope this version suffices. ;)
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Chapter 19: Miss Missing You
Alya chewed her nails, pivoting back and forth in her desk chair as Lila settled on her bed. Her thoughts raced too fast for Alya to make sense of them, and Lila’s grave expression did little to calm her nerves. When Alya told her about Adrien and Chloe, she insisted on meeting up. Maybe this way they could both talk to Ladybug, but something was off about Lila. Her jaw was a little too tense, and those green eyes swirled with an intensity Alya couldn’t place. What was going on?
“Is Ladybug on her way too? We have to let her know what they’re plotting,” Alya said, but when Lila remained quiet, she asked, “What?”
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” Lila said. “This is going to be hard for me, but I trust you over anyone else.”
“What’s wrong?” Alya asked, and Lila shifted her weight, tucking a strand of long hair behind her ear.
“Well, Ladybug and I…we kind of had a falling out.” Lila lowered her gaze to her lap.
“What?”
“Remember when Chloe tried to impersonate her to make everyone hate me? Well, I told Ladybug about it, and that she shouldn’t trust Chloe anymore, but then last night she gave her back her Miraculous without consulting me.” Lila recounted. “I tried to talk to her and understand why she’d trust Chloe again after what she did to me, but Ladybug freaked out on me and told me not to question her judgment.”
“For real?” Alya gasped. “That’s not like her.”
“I know,” Lila said, “and after what you told me on the phone, I definitely think something weird is going on with her.”
“You don’t think Chloe is manipulating her, do you?” she asked.
Lila pressed her lips together and shook her head. “Not Chloe. I think that…well, I’m sorry, but I think Marinette is behind all of this.”
“Marinette?” Alya shot a glance at the Ladyblog pulled up on her computer, a sinking feeling in her gut.
She hadn’t posted about Queen Bee’s return—couldn’t bring herself to. Something was definitely off with Ladybug, but was it really all Marinette’s doing? Marinette wasn’t one for petty revenge, but maybe she had changed since she left. Or maybe Alya just never knew her like she thought she did.
Alya thought back to the night she was akumatized, the distant look in her bff’s eyes. She’d seemed tired, like all the fight had been drained from her. She didn’t even argue when Alya suggested they stop being friends, a fact that had haunted Alya ever since. Why had Marinette abandoned her so easily? Surely if her stories were to be believed, she would have fought harder, right? Wasn’t the truth worth fighting for?
“You said so yourself, Chloe and Adrien said they were going to get Ladybug to talk about me for Marinette. I think she’s manipulating all of them to get back at me because she can’t let go even after she’s been gone for a month now,” Lila said.
“But that doesn’t make any sense. Why would Marinette do that? When I last spoke to her, she didn’t want anything to do with you or anyone here really,” Alya said. “Well, except Adrien, I guess, but she’s always been head-over-heels for him.”
“She’s obsessed! She’s never liked me, and I never understood why. The only thing I’ve been able to figure out is that she didn’t like me talking to Adrien, so now she’s lured him over to her side and fed him all kinds of lies about me. I don’t even like him that way, but she’s just so insecure and jealous that she thought Adrien would fall in love with me because of all of my accomplishments.” Lila hugged a pillow to her chest. “Now she’s taken one of my best friends away from me too!”
Alya crossed the room to sit beside her on the bed, draping an arm over her shoulders. “I’m sorry, girl. Maybe we can talk to Ladybug and convince her not to do that interview tomorrow.”
“I don’t think we can,” Lila whimpered. “She hasn’t responded to any of my calls ever since the Queen Bee thing. She’s on their side now.”
“Are you sure? I’ve met Ladybug a bunch of times, and she would totally pick up on it if something fishy was going on,” Alya said.
“Watch the interview tomorrow. If Ladybug says anything about me that sounds like them, then you’ll know I’m telling the truth,” Lila said.
Alya pursed her lips but didn’t argue. Lila’s story was just as probable as theirs at this point, and she was right. All they could do was watch the interview and see what happened. For their sake, she hoped that Chloe and Adrien’s plan failed, and Ladybug never mentioned Lila. But a heavy pit was already forming in Alya’s stomach, filling her with dread for the coming day. How had she gotten herself into the middle of all this drama? And how long would it be before the truth was finally revealed?
♪♫♪ Don’t Blame Me ♪♫♪
“How long before we give up?” Adrien asked the next afternoon. He leaned against the railing while Chloe manned the spotlight beside him.
“It’s hasn’t even been 20 minutes, Adrikins. I’ve sat up here for entire akuma battles before.” Chloe chided.
“Sorry, I guess I’m just nervous,” he said, letting a breath pass his lips.
Chloe spun on him with a scowl, jabbing her finger into his chest. “Oh no, you are not backing out this time. We’re doing this, so just think about Dupain-Cheng’s awful split-ends or whatever it is you need to keep you motivated.”
Adrien pursed his lips as Chloe turned back to her bee signal. She was right. No backing out this time. Lila was going down once and for all, then Marinette could finally be free. Marinette…
His heart fluttered, warming his cheeks. It would be obvious after today that he was helping Chloe take down Lila. Being intentionally cruel wasn’t in his nature, but he’d do anything to protect the people he loved. To protect the girl he loved.
It had taken him longer than it should have to realize his feelings for her, but now they burned so brightly, he had to wonder how he’d ever missed them. Marinette was a wonderful girl and a dear friend. If ever there was a person to fight for, it was her. She’d understand why he did all of this. It was all for her—always for her.
His heart ached with longing. Now that Marinette went to a different school, he couldn’t see her as often as he used to. Sometimes they went several days without seeing each other, and his heart grew heavier the longer they stayed apart. At least when he loved Ladybug, he got to see her every day when they fought akumas or patrolled the city, but even that wasn’t enough.
Adrien had spent too much of his life alone. Couldn’t the universe give him just one person to cure his loneliness? Missing Marinette was torture. What was she doing right now? Was she thinking about him?
He pulled out his phone and typed a simple message: what’s up?
Ugh, no, that was lame.
Hey cutie ;) what are you up to?
No, too forward.
I was just thinking about you
Too clingy. He backspaced over his message again, eyebrows knitting together in concentration. Why was flirting so much harder as Adrien? If he were Chat Noir, he’d just drop a few cat puns and tell her how pretty she was, but that might be a little abrasive coming from Adrien. The last thing he wanted was to scare her off. After all, she almost kissed him in the garden too. That meant she loved him back, right?
Pressing his lips into a determined line, he typed another message and hit send without overthinking it.
Hey, how’s your day been?
A minute passed before his phone buzzed with a reply: busy. I’m finalizing my designs for Clara. I present to her next week and im super nervous!
Aww don’t be clara is gonna love them.
I hope so! she replied. So what are you up to today?
Uhh im working on a school project with chloe. He lied. We have to interview someone we look up to, and shes demanding we interview ladybug so weve been standing on the roof with her bee signal for like 30 minutes.
Wow ladybug huh? I hope she shows up for you guys. Anyway these designs aren’t going to finish themselves so ill talk to you later! Bye!
good luck!
He smiled down at her messages. Marinette was always running a million miles an hour working on some project or another. She was so driven and passionate—something Adrien deeply admired. Clara would love her designs, and he and Chloe would definitely take down Lila this time. Then he and Marinette could be together without having to worry about anything. They could move to the suburbs and buy a cozy home for their three kids, a dog, and a hamster named-
“Looking for me?” Adrien and Chloe spun around, and Ladybug cocked a hip. “What’s the emergency?”
“Uhh,” Adrien stammered.
Chloe rolled her eyes. “We have to interview one of our personal heroes for a school project, so we picked you. Isn’t that right, Adrikins?” She nudged him with her elbow.
Think about Marinette. Everything was for Marinette. The tears she’d spilled, the pain she’d suffered… Adrien was going to take it all away. Lila would never hurt her again.
“Yeah. Do you have time?” Adrien asked.
Ladybug glanced between them and smiled. “I have a few minutes. Make it quick.”
“Excellent.” Chloe clapped her hands together and paced toward the stairs. “Everything is set up in my suite.”
Adrien took a deep breath as Ladybug fell into step beside him. A month ago being so close to her would have sent his heart into overdrive, but now his heart was pounding for a different reason. Ladybug hated liars. Deceiving her was a direct betrayal of her trust. Even if his feelings for her had changed, he was still her partner, and manipulating her like this didn’t feel right.
“Wait.” He stopped abruptly and caught Ladybug’s wrist. Chloe was already through the doorway to the stairs, and he sent her a silent apology just in case his next words ruined everything. “Chloe and I lied to you. This isn’t for a school project.”
“Then what’s all this about?” Ladybug asked.
“It’s…” Adrien took a deep breath and continued. “You remember Lila, right? She lied about you saving her and how you two are bffs?”
Ladybug sobered. “Yeah?”
“Well, her lies have gotten out of hand, and she hurt someone important to me. Chloe and I planned to trick you into admitting you two were never friends, so that everyone can finally see the truth about her. The interview was just a coverup,” Adrien explained, hanging his head low. “We shouldn’t have lied to you. I’m sorry.”
Ladybug eyed him with pursed lips, those blue eyes working out a solution like he were one of her lucky charms. She seemed to come to a conclusion, her face softening. “Thank you for being honest with me.”
“If you don’t want to help us, I won’t blame you. I know it’s wrong to seek revenge,” Adrien said.
A knowing smile spread across her lips. “That friend of yours must be really special to you.”
“What?”
“For you to resort to something like this, you must care about your friend—the one Lila hurt—a lot,” she said, then with a sigh added, “I don’t normally condone revenge, but I know how dangerous Lila can be. I’ve almost lost my Miraculous because of her several times, so I think you’re right. It’s time everyone learned the truth about Lila Rossi.”
Adrien blinked. “So, wait… You’re going to help us?”
“I made a promise to keep Paris safe, and if we continue to let Lila go unchecked, she’s only going to put more people in danger,” Ladybug said. “It’s time someone put her in her place.”
“Hurry up, you two! I have a hair appointment this evening, and I do not want to be late!” Chloe shouted from the doorway.
Adrien held Ladybug’s gaze, and she gave him an encouraging nod. “Uh, coming!” he called.
He gestured Ladybug ahead, following close behind her, cheeks hot. This was really happening. Ladybug was going to help them stop Lila. After today, everyone would know the truth, and Marinette would be free. They all would.
“Ladybug, you sit on this side.” Chloe directed. “Adrikins and I will sit on this side.”
“Okay,” Ladybug said, sliding onto the couch smoothly.
Adrien took the seat across from her, wiping his palms on his jeans while Chloe barked orders at her butler. Satisfied with the camera angle, Chloe sat beside him and fixed her hair in her compact before calling “action.”
Chloe’s butler���Adrien couldn’t remember his name—started the Instagram live, broadcasting to all of Chloe’s followers. There was no turning back now.
“Hello out there, my little worker bees. Your queen is here with some very special guests today,” Chloe cooed in her token attention-seeking voice. “My favorite people in the whole world besides myself, obviously—Adrien and Ladybug!”
“Hi.”
“Hey.” Adrien waved.
“As you all know, I helped Ladybug defeat another akuma last weekend. Being Queen Bee again was such an honor, and I admit, even I have people I look up to,” she said, flipping her ponytail. “So, Ladybug, thank you for allowing me to become a superheroine. Queen Bee is truly an inspiration.”
“Uh, sure.” Ladybug rolled her eyes. “Chat Noir and I always appreciate help from our allies.”
“You heard it here, everyone! Ladybug values my help,” Chloe said, and Adrien cleared his throat. “Now, onto the topic of today’s livestream. People everywhere are inspired by superheroes like me and Ladybug, so today we are going to give you all the inside scoop on what it takes to be a hero.”
“That’s right, Chloe,” Adrien piped up. “I don’t have superpowers, so I have to ask: what’s it like being a superhero, Ladybug?”
“Well, everyone thinks that having superpowers is all fun and games, but in reality, Chat Noir and I have a huge responsibility. Defending Paris every day requires sacrifice, and we know the whole city is counting on us to succeed. It’s a lot of pressure,” Ladybug said.
“Of course, I know what it’s like being a superhero myself, but can you tell everyone how overwhelming it is to save the day all the time?” Chloe prompted.
“Yeah, totally. It’s a lot of work fighting akumas. Sometimes Hawkmoth makes supervillains at the worst times, and I have to drop everything to go save the city. Leading a double life is challenging, and sometimes it even impacts my day-to-day life. School, friends, family—I’m always rushing all over the place juggling two lives.” Ladybug admitted, rubbing the back of her neck. “But I’m happy to do it. Paris is my home, and it’s an honor to defend it. Besides, when the going gets tough, I know I can count on my partners to have my back.”
“So, when you pick a new partner, what qualities do you look for in a person that makes them a good fit to work with you?” Adrien asked.
“I look for people with courage and good intentions. Often times, the people I pick are ones who have stepped up to do the right thing, even if it’s hard. They’re people I know I can trust,” Ladybug said.
“Would you say you consider your allies close personal friends?” Chloe beamed, flashing the camera a wink.
“Well, I don’t know all of them in real life like you, Chloe,” Ladybug said with a cautious glance at the camera. “Sometimes they are people I meet during a battle that impress me, and who prove themselves to be trustworthy.”
“And how do you know if you can trust someone?” Adrien asked. “Do you consult anyone for recommendations, or do you operate on the fly?”
“Most of the time when I give someone a Miraculous, it’s because they’ve demonstrated their character to me. Every person I give a Miraculous to has earned their right to wear it either by helping me or showing that they’re willing to sacrifice to save others. The decision about who gets to wear one and who doesn’t is deeply personal to me,” Ladybug answered. “Not even Chat Noir knows the identities of our allies. It’s something I don’t share with anyone.” She shot Chloe a stern look. “Under normal circumstances.”
“So, you pick the allies by yourself?” Adrien followed up.
“Yes. In the middle of a battle, I wouldn’t even have time to consult anyone if I wanted to.”
“In other words, if anyone were to—I don’t know—claim that they help you choose your partners, they’d be a liar, right?” Chloe added.
“Yeah, I don’t talk to anyone about who I pick.” Ladybug shook her head.
“Ya know, Ladybug, there are some people out there that claim to be your best friend. How do you feel about people lying about knowing you to make themselves more popular?” Chloe asked.
Ladybug locked eyes with Adrien, the weight of their mission heavy on both of their shoulders. She clasped her hands together in her lap and said, “As I’m sure both of you are aware, there will always be people who use your name for their own selfish gain, but I want everyone out there to know that I take my job very seriously. Protecting all of you is my number one priority.”
She took a deep breath. “Being a superhero is dangerous, and that’s why, with the exception of Chat Noir and my trusted allies, Ladybug doesn’t have friends.”
“So, anyone who says they’re your friend is a liar, right?” Adrien asked.
“Yes, and they’re putting themselves in danger. Hawkmoth will stop at nothing to get my Miraculous, so please, if you’re out there… Do the right thing, and tell the truth.” Ladybug pleaded to the camera.
“It’s utterly pathetic when people lie about who they know just to get attention,” Chloe sighed in disgust. “You heard it here, my little bees! Chat Noir and I are Ladybug’s only friends.”
“Well, I’d consider you more of an ally than a frie-”
“And as one of Ladybug’s bffs, I want all of the losers out there to buzz off! Ladybug has much more important things to do, like spending time with me,” Chloe said.
“Right.” Ladybug’s yoyo beeped, and she glanced down at it briefly. “I should really get going. A hero’s work is never done.”
“Of course. Thank you for your time, Ladybug,” Adrien said, shaking her hand.
“No problem. It’s important to me that everyone in Paris knows I’m doing everything I can to keep you all safe, and the people I choose to fight beside me are people I truly trust. We’ll all keep fighting hard to protect this city,” she said, waving two fingers. “Bug out!”
“Well, that does it for this livestream, little bees. Your queen will see you all again next time. Bye-bye!”
♪♫♪ Impossible Year ♪♫♪
“So, anyone who says they’re your friend is a liar, right?”
“Yes.”
Lila was right. They really had gotten to Ladybug. Alya had done her best not to think about Marinette since their falling out. Remembering her old bff was too painful and confusing. Everything Alya thought she knew changed the moment Lila came to their school. The person she trusted became a stranger overnight. Alya wanted to believe that Marinette would never align herself with Chloe or orchestrate a hostile takedown just because she was jealous, but Alya had seen her do crazier things to win Adrien.
“I’m doing everything I can to keep you all safe, and the people I choose to fight beside me are people I truly trust.”
How was Chloe more trustworthy than Alya? All that was necessary for the triumph of evil was that good people do nothing. She’d known from day one that Chloe was evil, so why couldn’t Ladybug see it?  Why would Ladybug align herself with the queen of all evil over someone who dedicated herself to doing the right thing? Was this really all Marinette’s doing? And why?
Was Marinette really that desperate to win Adrien? Did she hate Lila so much that she’d willingly team up with her worst enemy to get back at her for stealing attention away from the boy she liked? From where Alya was sitting, it looked like Marinette already had him, and Lila had always been clear that she wasn’t interested in him that way. Why go through all that trouble to get Ladybug to denounce Lila just to win a boy? But if Marinette was involved with Ladybug…
It all made sense now. The reason Ladybug had picked someone else to wield her Miraculous. How long had they been plotting all of this? And how could Ladybug trust Marinette’s word over Alya’s without even trying to hear her side of the story? Or Lila’s? How could Ladybug not see that she was being manipulated? She was a hero, and one of the best Alya had ever seen. So why was she fighting for the wrong side?
Her head spun, and she gripped the side of her desk for support. Someone needed to tell Ladybug the truth.
“You want to save Ladybug from those you deem evil. Let me help you, Ladyblogger.”
Alya jumped at the sinister voice in her head. She smoothed her thumb over her phone screen, now glowing with dark energy. A cold feeling washed over her, all of her pain and confusion bubbling to the surface. In the center of it all stood her determined resolve, driving her to give in.
Someone needed to tell Ladybug the truth. Someone like her.
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peteysgf · 5 years ago
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𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀 | 𝗽. 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏  𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑  𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
↳ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : you get hurt and peter is the one by your side
↳ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : peter x bff/fem reader
↳ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : cursing, car crashes, teeny tiny bit of angst
↳ 𝐚/𝐧 : Not sure how I feel about this one, but hope you like it!  
↳ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1k 
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Peter was currently sitting on a chair right next to your hospital bed holding your hand. He was out spider-manning when he got a call from you. He answered it only to find you sobbing asking him to pick you up. You told him you would wait at a cafe near Brandon’s workplace. He was on his way still talking to you on the phone when he heard a loud honk, a loud scream, and the phone dropping to the ground. 
He swung to the scene even faster only to find you thrown across the road and the car that hit you speeding away. You had been hit by a car and it was all Brandon’s fault. 
Speaking of Brandon, he just so happened to walk in. 
“What are you doing here Peter” Brandon said with a big scowl on his face. 
“Doing what you clearly don’t know how to do” Peter responded with venom lacing his voice. 
How could he not?!? Brandon had an amazing woman who loved him, and what does he do? He cheats on her. 
Peter was your best friend. You both met when you were freshmen in high school. He had a huge crush on you back then, and he still does now. The only difference was that he knew how to hide it better now. His heart was torn to pieces the day you married Brandon. Oh how he wished that he had been the one that would get to call you his wife. He wanted so badly to wake up next to you everyday, he wanted to have children with you, but he couldn’t. The only thing he could do was be your friend. So when he found out the reason you were in a hospital bed was because of Brandon, he was furious. Peter wanted nothing more than to strangle Brandon to death. 
He was brought back to reality when Brandon stated with fury, “What’s that supposed to mean Parker?!”  
“I’m doing what you haven’t done for the past 2 years, Im being loyal.” 
ouch. That hit Brandon hard. He knew what he had one, and he knew it was his fault. The tears blurred your vision causing you to not see the speeding vehicle that was coming towards you. Only now did Brandon realize how much he loved you and hurt you. He thought he stopped loving you. He thought he loved Amanda, but boy was he wrong. It was you. It had always been you, but Brandon was now too late. A nurse walked in interrupting his pity party. 
Peter sprang to his feet, “Is she going to be okay? Will she wake up anytime soon?” 
The nurse re-adjusted her glasses while shaking her head slowly, “We don’t think she’ll be waking up anytime soon.” 
Peter flopped back on the chair as tears started rolling down his cheeks. He couldn’t believe that the one person he loved more than life itself was dying. It wasn’t even the fact that he was in love with you, but he was also losing his best friend that had been there with him through everything. 
Meanwhile the nurse could feel the tension and hatred in the atmosphere. Looking down at her papers she realized that Peter wasn’t your husband, she just assumed he was because he visited you everyday. This was Brandons first time coming, and it had been 2 months since the accident. The nurse was itching to ask about this complicated situation, but decided it was none of her business and continued to check your vitals once more. 
Peter was still holding your hand when when Brandon said, “You should go Peter.” 
“I’m not going anywhere” He responded his voice frail, yet somewhat determined. 
“Yes you are because I’m her husband and you're not!” 
Peter scoffed before standing up, “Well you sure as hell haven’t acted like it.” 
Brandon was growing angrier by the second, “Peter stop. Leave NOW!” 
Peter crossed his arms and looked behind Brandon, “No, I think you should go, Your mistress is waiting for you. 
Brandon turned around and sure enough, Amanda was standing there with a seductive smile on her face. Brandon looked angry and conflicted. He scoffed at Peter before walking out to meet her. 
Peter was sitting there silently praying in his head that you would be okay while the nurse was checking your blood pressure. He put his head down tears streaming down his face when you suddenly, out of the blue, woke up. 
You woke up from the coma choking and not being able to breath. The nurse quickly adjusted the oxygen bags. Peter lifted his head so fast he should have gotten whiplash. 
“Oh my God you woke up!” Peter exclaimed with tears of joy running down his face.You just gave him a weak smile, your mind still being a little fuzzy from being asleep for almost 3 months.
Just then the door opened and the main doctor rushed in. But as the doctor flung the door open, you saw them. You saw Brandon and Amanda kissing. Anger rushed through your veins as you saw them. Gosh did they have no shame?!?!? You were dying and he was outside kissing her! Your bubbling anger was visible and you wanted to yell at him.   
The doctor saw this and said, “Please don’t talk right now, your voice is too weak and you can damage your vocal cords.” 
So you didn’t scream. You just sat there silently crying. You were imagining The things you wanted to do to Brandon. Trust me when I say, they weren't pretty. 
Peter wiped way your tears with his thumb, “don’t worry, I’ll scream at them for you.” 
You smiled as you watched Peter step out of the room. Through the little rectangle window on the door you could see him screaming and moving his hands wildly. You weren’t sure what he was telling them, but you managed to catch a few words. 
“Self-centered bitch!” “Cheaters!” “Shitty people!” 
He said MANY more terrible profanity's, but you couldn’t be happier. You were smiling like an idiot as the doctor checked your vitals. 
“You have one hell of a friend” The doctor chuckled. 
You looked at the blond haired man, “I do don’t I?” 
He smiled before saying, “don’t ever let him go. Men like that are rare these days.” 
Just then Peter walked in and gave you a smile, you returned the smile with one that was so bright the sun couldn't even compete with it. 
“I won’t” you replied while looking at Peter with a gleaming smile.
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alicemitch09writes · 4 years ago
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OMG - I KNEW IT - MY SHIP HAS SAILED 🛳🛳 SUNA x ULMA yn
ever since i read the Osamu story (and then ULMA, before getting the final ch.) i had this feeling yn didn’t end up with Atsumu. the way Osamu talked/recalled about his bff heartache, in most unlikely, i thought it couldn’t be a boy in college (i dont remember if in the begging of M.U you ever said which college year they were but i suppose they were in their 2nd year, so suna didn’t meet yn yet) bc for her to fall- hard - in love that easily for someone else after Atsumu was out of character for yn (even if she was changing). Also Osamu didn’t know yn and suna were a thing until the vb reunion when Atsumu saw the polaroid on suna’s phone case
later on, when Osamu saw the picture Suna posted (w his girlfriend) on his sns, i remember he was a bit shocked bc the pic was a bit explicit(?) and it was kind of bold of him to post something like that (i see it as bold for both suna and yn)...so i was wondering what type of picture he posted? 👉👈
after so much thinking, even if yn and atsumu were each other’s first love i do think they weren’t mean to be...let’s say the letter incident never happened and reader managed to confess before he asked for yn’s help to write the perfect letter to mika. Atsumu would’ve most likely rejected her bc of his infatuation of the idealisation he had of Mika. said idealisation started to fade when she started to talk to their father and Atsumu started to question what he really liked about mika but alas it was too late when he finally realised he was actually in love with reader bc she was already letting him go
Kaoru...i understand his protectiveness towards his sister(s) but he himself never really knew what was happening in yn (school) life. yeah, sure yn protected everyone from the truth, but how could he not see that during yn’s 2nd year her and atsumu werent that close anymore. Wondering if yn would ever tell kaoru the truth, not the whole story but at least that it was actually atsumu to cause her pain in the 2nd year. how would he react?
last but not least, at the moment this is my suna comfort fic bc im currently reading 4 suna series and 3 of them are kinda angsty 🥴 either bc there’s another girl between suna x yn or bc he himself is kind of a lil bitch
Okay, so the setting for Most Unlikely, please direct your attention to the tiny memo below:
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Sooo, in 2016, on both Osamu and Reader's third year in university, they met their respective significant others almost exactly at the same time, because both volleyball and university season start really. Suna and Reader quickly got together 3 months after they got together again, around this time, Osamu was trying to get on his First Love's good side.
Soooo, Suna had a relationship before Osamu, he was months late.
Also, the photo that Osamu saw? It was just of Reader napping against Suna. She was wearing something with thin straps and had her back to the camera, Suna's face was over her shoulders, so it seemed a bit explicit. They didn't start being sexually active until the 4th month mark of them dating.
Reader knows how much Kaoru looks up to Atsumu, so she didn't tell him about what happened. She just said, if you recalled the opening of chapter three, she just said they had a fall out. He might never know about it though.
Thanks so much for the read, sweetpea!
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spideyyystark · 4 years ago
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High School Reunion pt. 2 (Harrison Osterfield)
I wake up because of the sound of the tv. I slowly sit up and see my best friend watching her favorite tv show and eating cereal meanwhile.
"Seriously? Couldn't you have waited until I've woken up?" I ask her, looking at her with disbelieve. She turns around and a quick look of guilt flashes over her face.
"Oh, did I wake you up? I didn't want to, sorry." She tells me. I sigh.
"It's okay. But if you want to you can make me breakfast too." I laugh. (Y/BFF/N) looks at me surprised.
"Wow, what happened in your sleep that you're suddenly super happy? Tell me your secrets." She smiles at me, happy that I seem to be okay. But what should I say, I'm an actress. Acting is my job and passion. Obviously I'm still hurt, I mean it's been a night and nobody can heal over night. Well not that I've known.
"I don't know. But I wouldn't say no the pancakes btw." I smirk. (Y/BFF/N) shakes her head laughing and gets up to make me some.
"Thank you!" I shout while she's heading to her kitchen. After I've watched a few minutes of the show which is on I decided to check my phone. Surprised i see that I've got a message from Harrison.
Haz
Hey (Y/N), Are you okay? You and (Y/BFF/N) disappeared yesterday.
I answer him, even though I know it's definitely not a good idea.
(Y/N)
Yeah I'm good, thanks for asking.
After a minute my phone shows me that I got a new notification. I unlock my phone and it's Harrison who texted back.
Haz
Okay, that's good. Actually I wanted to ask if you maybe want to have a drink with me when you've got time. Yesterday we couldn't really finish our little chat.
(Y/N)
Yeah sure, sounds good. When are you free?
What the hell am I doing? I ask myself and really want to unsend that last message.
Haz
What about today? I would pick you up and we could go to Starbucks, just like the old times.
(Y/N)
At 5?
Haz
I'm going to be at your place. See you later.
(Y/N)
Bye
At the exact second you send your last message (Y/BFF/N) enters the room with a plate full of fresh made pancakes.
"Here you go." She says and hands it to you.
"I might have made a mistake." I say slowly.
"Okay? And what?" She asks hesitatingly.
"Maybe, just maybe, I might have agreed to go and have a drink with Harrison?" (Y/BFF/N) looks at me surprised and a little bit amused too?
"How did you ride yourself into this?" She shakes her head but I can see that she's forcing herself not to laugh.
"Well it's interesting to see that my death is funny for you." I say but I smile too, so it's okay.
"And to answer your question Haz texted me and asked me. And to be honest I don't know why I agreed so please do something to get my out if that." I beg her.
"Nope." She says.
"I think it might be good for you to talk with him. To get that whole thing finished, you know? You should tell him why you broke up and how you felt." She sits down next to me and pats my shoulder.
"If you say so." I say but I'm still not sure if it's really a good idea.
"And now, we got to prepare you!" She says and claps excitedly her hands.
"You look great!" (Y/BFF/N) says when I come out of the bathroom where i changed my clothes. We, well SHE, decided that i should dress to impress but it still shouldn't be that striking. Now I'm wearing a black high waisted jeans and a baby pink cropped shirt. I also had to clean my white Nike's because (Y/BFF/N) forced me to do it.
"You want to look nice, don't you?" Was what she kept saying all the time. Now she puts some makeup on my face but not too much, because she says it's better if I go all natural. Well, it would be, if I wouldn't wear all that makeup. I think for myself. After she finishes it she slightly curls my hair.
"And voilá!" She says and puts the curler away. I get up to look in the mirror and I must say that she's done a great job.
"Thank you, (Y/BFF/N)!" I say and hug her tightly. She laughs and hugs me back.
"Anytime." She frees herself out of my grip and escorts me to the door.
"Harrison should be here any minute now. And don't mess it up, okay?" She looks at me and I can see that she really cares about me. How sweet.
"I'll try my best." I assure her and hug her a last time before my phone rings. It's Harrison. (Y/BFF/N) nods to the door and I go out.
There I can see Harrison waiting in his car. I wave awkwardly and get in the passenger seat.
"Hey (Y/N)." He says smiling. He obviously checks me out and then starts the car.
"You look good." I'm really surprised that he checked me out. I mean, he has a girlfriend!
"Uh, thanks. You look not that bad yourself." I tell him and I'm not even wrong with that. Harrison wears a shirt I bought him when we were still in a relationship and normal jeans. We drive in silent and after about 10 minutes we arrive at our old Starbucks. I haven't been there since we broke up because everything reminded me of him.
"Here you go." he says and opens the door for me.
"You know, I can open a door by myself, right?" We walk into the Starbucks and sit down on our usual table. The Starbucks didn't change at all. It has still the same chairs and tables, even the same decoration and employees.
"Am I stupid or didn't this place didn't change over the years?" Harrison asks me and speaks my thoughts.
"I think both." Harrison punches my arm lightly and I laugh.
"What do you want? It's on me." He stands up and waits for me to say what I want.
"You don't have to-" I start but he's interrupting me.
"But I want. Now what do you want?"
Still surprised I tell him my usual Starbucks order and he goes and gets it. After a few minutes he comes back and hands me my cup.
"Thanks." I say and take a sip.
Slowly we start talking and it feels kind of like old times. Well except that he has a girlfriend who isn't me.
"So, how's Chloe?" I ask suddenly.
"Who's Chloe?" Harrison looks at me confused.
"You know, Chloe, your GIRLFRIEND?" I tell him. Harrison face palms.
"Yeah, right, Chloe. She's fine. Can we not talk about her please."
"Why?" Now I am the confused one. Harrison avoids looking at me and plays with the cup in his hand. I raise a eyebrow. Finally Harrison looks up. On his face is a kind of embarrassed look.
"I think I've got to tell you something." He says.
"Okay?" Im not really sure what to expect.
"Well- uh- that's harder than I thought." He stops and takes a deep breath.
"Chloe doesn't exit." He confesses.
"And why did you make her up?" I ask. I'm still not sure what I should think about this.
"To see how you react? And once I mentioned it I couldn't just, I don't know, 'delete' her." He sighs.
"The thing is, I guess I'm still not over you. I understand when you don't want to date me again, you're the one who broke up with me and I never knew why." Now he looks so sad, a bit like a lost puppy. Oh how much I'd want to hug him now.
"I broke up with you because you were never at home. You were always with Tom and when you've been there you went away a few days later again. And I just couldn't live like this anymore." I don't look at him while I'm saying this.
"(Y/N)." Harrison says softly and causes me to look up at him. "Why didn't you just tell me?"
"I guess I didn't want you to stop traveling because of me. You loved going with Tom and I didn't want you to choose between him and I."
Tears start forming in my eyes but I force myself not to cry.
"Maybe, and only if you want to, we could start over?" Harrison asks and looks at me waiting for my answer.
"But what about the traveling? It would end like last time."
"You could travel with us! Tom wouldn't mind and unless you don't have to shot something you can always come with us." Harrison says excited.
"In that case, I'd love to start over." I smile at him.
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kuroos-babie · 5 years ago
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KuQui Headcanons
KICKING OFF #HBDCHIQUI WITH THIS YALL HAD THIS COMING I WARNED YOU NOW LET ME LOVE MY MAN
warning: disgusting romance and affection and kuqui being stupid
[ how we met ]
during our first year, i would be classmates with yakkun and we’d be bffs right off the bat
so i’d be part of their little group hehehe
yknow how yakkun and kuroo would always bicker right? we, the shorties, would always pick a fight with kuroo 2v1
but when kuroo fights back he’ll always target me bec hahahaha it’s just so easy to piss me off and get under my skin :D
so of course he takes advantage of that bec he’s a lil shit
but i will fight back >:( always a smack on his chest or his lower back
it’ll be like a Thing between us yknow
always play fighting and skinning each other’s knees 😌😌
[ confession ]
so this dumbass thought i like kai or yakkun
bec im always so affectionate with them but act like a fucken gremlin towards him >:)
but it’s bec whenever i try to show some ✨Affection✨ he:) always points it tf out and i would get :) painfully shy :)
loves to mess with me so he’d drop compliments and flirty comments bec he knows that i would Combust On The Spot :D
segway: my friends found out that if they call me cute while im play fighting with them i would get weak and flustered and just stop annoying the shit out of them haha
u bet this dumbass figured it out too and exploits it whenever he can >:(
when he decided to finally confess his undying love for me little crush he thought he’d at least get a good laugh out of my reaction even if he gets rejected
but surprise surprise 😌😌i like a dummy back😌😌
[ dates ] 
our dates aren’t like Date dates per se,,
we’ll always just study in our fav little cafe and call it a date
we’d quiz each other while exchanging banter and sharing food (tf that’s my fav thing ever pls i need that rn)
some dates are just us walking around somewhere looking for food to eat and just talk and show each other funny shit we saw on the internet
and some dates are just us lounging on the bed or the sofa, watching cooking videos and weird documentaries 
anytime and anywhere we’re together is p much a date so :DDD
[ how we show affection ]
as an Affectionate Babie 😌😌
he doesn’t mind me being sweet with yakkun or kai
bec we’re Bros, ya feel?
but when it gets a lil too much, he’ll pull me to the side and just wrap his whole entire body around me
loves sitting me down on his lap and just snuggles on to me while i do my stuff
also boops my nose all the gotdamb time >:(((
squishes my cheeks and kneads them like dough
also tolerates my shit all the time
even when i bite :D
i’d be biting his fingers, the base of his thumb, his cheeks, his shoulders
SJKDFSKDHFSD IM JUST SO GIGIL OKAY (idk what it is in english but it’s basically when you feel the overwhelming urge to squish something bec it’s too cute and lovely hhh)
when i bite i leave smol kisses and he just :’)
loves playing with each other’s hands and pressing kisses on the fingertips, palms, wrists, knuckles JUST EVERYWHERE
i very selfishly headcanon him to have Physical Touch as his love language so it’s how we show affection most of the time
but also Words of Affirmation and Quality Time :’D
[ random stuff ]
i am a very sleepy person in general and i get kinda grumpy when im sleepy
so when im feeling like needing a nap i would just lean on his shoulder and have a Quick Nap
he’d always have a hand on the side of my head to keep me from slipping
i would sometimes take his hand and lay my cheek down on it and space tf out
i told u idk how he tolerates my shit
his gallery is just full of extreme close-up shots of my face
his homescreen is one of those pics lmao
we dont have a decent picture of each other in our phones let’s be real
all aesthetic pics are taken by kai 😌😌ily man
he keeps extra hair ties on his wrist, pockets and wallet just in case i forgot mine
also extra lipbalm bec ur girlie has a propensity to pick at the skin of her lips until it’s bleeding so she can have no chapped lips 😌😌
i’d have a ton of lipbalm flavors so i’ll just ask him “what flavor of kiss u trying to have today?”
his choices: peach, strawberry, coconut, mango, cake
we always share clothes!!
mine are always oversized so they fit him just right
loves wearing my shirts bec they smell like peaches and vanilla
he’d be my harshest critic esp when it comes to cooking
i’d let him taste everything i cook and make him tell me exactly what i need to work on
it’s always “too much salt” or “undercooked” :(((( im trying 
we don’t mind spending some time apart since we regularly update each other what we’re up to 
wears black shirts when he’s trying to be Sexc bec this mfer knows how damn well it works on me >:(((
i would always talk about how much i hate him and how i wanna punch him in the face and kick his stupid shins
but he just laughs at me bec im saying all those while snuggling up his chest and making him pet my hair
you’d always catch us playing something like Wordscapes or Criminal Case, sometimes those hand games like thumb wrestling or ketchup
comes with me to all hospital appointments (i go every 3 weeks) and takes care of me when i get admitted (like twice a year lmao)
we’d live together after high school and just forget to get married bec we are a Pair of Dummies  😌😌
if uve reached this point, pls collect ur free kiss and a cat pic in my inbox mwa!!
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rickyxginaa · 5 years ago
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Skate Park
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a/n: hello everyone !! it’s currently 3:04 a.m. but i had this idea for a while and i just had to write it out. tbh this was planned to be a one shot but i think maybe it could be a 2-3 part kind of thing??? but if this flops, im going to pretend i never posted it
*****
“He’s not going to come.”
Gina just finished putting her beanie onto her curly hair as she looked over at EJ in the driver’s seat. “What are you talking about?” She knew exactly what he was talking about but chose to play dumb instead. EJ rolled his eyes.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the guy who you’ve been not so secretly crushing on for the past couple of months. You know, the one who plays guitar and only wears Vans. Ringing any bells?”
Of course EJ knew about Gina’s love for Ricky, even if she didn’t quite realize it herself. After she moved in with his cousin Ashlyn, the two have become very close friends, which was a surprise to everyone. Ever since he’s learned from his past self that the world doesn’t revolve around him, EJ has become much more observant.
For instance, Seb and Carlos finally met each other’s families and are doing better than ever, Kourtney’s joined choir and preparing to take on Stephanie for class president and lastly, Ricky and Nini’s relationship which seems to be falling apart by the seams.
“I am not here for Ricky, EJ. We rarely ever talk to each other.” Gina’s heart ached knowing that her and Ricky went from talking everyday to a simple head nod while passing each other in the hallways. She knows he’s with Nini now, but did that mean they had to cut each other off entirely? She missed the way he used to sing to her, the inside jokes, the way they just got each other. The teenage girl assumed that whatever they had was completely over, she sometimes worried if they ever had anything to begin with.
“Oh, so you’re not making me take you to the skate park almost every Saturday night to rekindle your friendship with Ricky?” Unfortunately, EJ knew Gina more than she could handle. So naturally, she avoided his question.
“You don’t have to drive me here, I can literally walk from Ashlyn’s.”
“I don’t want you walking alone at night, it’s not safe.”
“EJ, we live in Salt Lake City. The only thing unsafe around here is your singing.” The two started to laugh as EJ gently pushed her.
“Besides, I’m a big girl. I’m pretty sure I can handle myself.”
“Yeah, make sure to remember that the next time you ask me to kill a spider for you.”
“Whatever asshole, I’ll see you in a few hours.” Gina hopped out of the car with her black and purple skateboard, ignoring whatever EJ called out to her as she walked away. Their conversation lingered in her mind as she pulled her helmet out of her bag. She may be better than your average skateboarder but she wasn’t quite fond of cracking her skull open anytime soon.
“Not so secretly crushing on” ... was she that obvious? She’d been putting an immense amount of effort in trying to suppress her feelings for Ricky as soon as she found out he got back together with Nini. Whether that meant skipping out on group hangouts in Big Red’s basement knowing the curly haired boy would be there or sitting with EJ and his senior friends at lunch because she couldn’t stand the sight of Ricky’s arm around Nini at their table. 
Gina shook her head. No wonder he started distancing himself from her, she’s been doing the exact same thing to him.
Luckily, she still has the rest of her friends to lean on. She lives with Ashlyn and EJ is pretty much always at the house, so one thing led to another and an automatic power trio they were. After learning Big Red beautifully tap dances, she convinced him to take classes with her at her dance studio. Carlos and her share a passion for theater so it was only inevitable for them to reach BFF status. She even visits Seb’s farm from time to time and if that doesn’t show how much she’s grown then ask the multiple pairs of shoes she’s voluntarily ruined by stepping in mud and dirt.
“Gina?” A familiar voice interrupted her train of thought. She looked up and locked eyes with the boy whose name stayed on her mind day and night.
“H-Hey Ricky. What are you doing here?” He chuckled, making Gina’s heart skip a beat.
“I should be asking you the same thing. I thought I was the skateboarder in this friendship.” Although surprised, Ricky couldn’t be more glad to see the girl in front of him. He can’t even recall the last time they spoke more than two sentences to each other so he hoped that this was the chance for them to catch up.
“Well you were, but then you stopped showing up. So now, l’m king of the skate park.” Gina grinned from ear to ear feeling proud of herself. Her bright smile made the butterflies erupt in his stomach, a feeling he had long forgotten. Him and Nini have been arguing for weeks now and everything between them has changed.
The daily phone calls stopped, every time they do talk it somehow ends up in a disagreement , and even when they kiss or hold hands, it doesn’t compare to the feeling he just experienced. It’s like they don’t fit anymore, the passion has disappeared. Was it his fault? Should he just give up? The whole childhood best friends to lovers fantasy felt like a huge joke to him now. Nonetheless, he knew having these thoughts were wrong considering he was still in fact, dating the girl he’s known since kindergarten.
“Um, yeah. I’ve been busy with school and all the musicals and stuff. I actually only came here tonight because Nini and I just got into a big fight.” He nervously said while rubbing the back of his neck, one of his many habits.
“Oh my gosh, Ricky. I’m so sorry, do you want to talk about it?” Gina took a step towards him, allowing Ricky to catch a whiff of her jasmine-scented perfume. Some things never change, Ricky thought as he reminisced of one particular weekend where Gina dragged him to their local mall to shop for clothes and stock up on any and everything that Bath & Body Works sold that was jasmine-scented. The only downside was that she thought it would be funny to spray perfume on his sweatshirt multiple times. Ricky didn’t mind but he ended up giving her his hoodie since the fragrance was a little bit too strong for his liking. He wondered if she still had it...
“Don’t be, its not your fault. But actually I’d rather not think about it. Kinda need a distraction.”
Gina nodded in understanding and an awkward silence fell among them. The urge to reach out and wrap her arms around him was so intense she had to clasp her hands together for restraint. She knew it wasn’t her place to comfort him, especially after weeks of no communication whatsoever. But that doesn’t make it any less harder for her to ignore the absolute pain in his eyes. If it was a distraction he wanted, then it’s a distraction he’ll get. She picked up her skateboard.
“Then you came to the right place my friend. Come on, let’s go see if you still live up to your reputation. Unless, of course, you’re scared of being shown up the one and only Gina Porter.” 
Ricky’s mood began to change, feeling lighter than he did moments before. That’s what Gina did best, she always managed to make him feel better no matter the circumstances.
“Nah, you’re not that scary.”
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ladybugsfanfics · 5 years ago
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Shut Up And Kiss Me [11/?]
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader
Style: Multichapter
WC: 2k
Warnings: mention of blackout, exstreme awkwardness, 
Summary: You and Professor Hiddleston have been colleagues for many years now, and through those years the hatred for each other has only grown. Now, as a new school year starts, you’re being told that you have to share a classroom or a class. Neither are happy about the outcome, but knowing you’ll never come to an agreement, you let the class choose for you. Team-teaching is rare in 2019, but it is a lot harder to do when you can’t stand the person you’re doing it with. 
A/N: aaaa, i have been so absent, I know. This has taken forever, but now I can promise you I’m gonna be back. Not only will this, hopefully be updated more often (I have inspiration), but I also got like a ton of writing mojo (wrote 4k words yesterday) and a Loki!Piarate au is soon done and i have other shits, my requests are becoming easier though turns out they’re getting long. Anyways, I hope this can please you and I hope to be able to post more in the coming time. I love you all so much ^_^ P.S. it’s close to christmas and a christmas party... ;)
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You can’t place the feeling. Not really. All you know is that something feels… off. Wrong. 
It’s Sunday, three days since halloween and you met Emma’s friends. Even though that was fun and all, the night could have been better had you stuck with the people you know. Not only would you be able to continue to get Tom being nice (which had your heart race a mile a minute), but you could also, maybe, have more fun seeing as you wouldn’t panic everytime you said something. 
However, three days later, something feels off. You’re not even sure if it has anything to do with Halloween (if it has anything to do with Tom lending you his coat because you were barely dressed in your costume),  or if it has something to do with the fact that you have no recollection of what you did last night. 
All you know is that something is not as it should be. 
You try to shake off the feeling and reach for your phone, where it lies on your nightstand. The clock on it reads 07.39 AM and you curse your annoying drunk self for always making sure you wake up early―it’s not that you go to bed early, no rather late actually (like you gotta stay up ‘til at least 3 AM), but more that whenever you do get drunk, you actually fall asleep right away and you actually sleep. Maybe that’s the cure. 
Despite wanting to continue your slumber, you decide to get up. Maybe you can figure out what’s giving you this feeling of something being amiss. 
One slightly wrong, though not that surprising, thing lies on your couch. Y/BFF/N has their face half planted in one of your pillows, though the angle works for them to breathe. One arm hangs loosely off the couch and their legs have tangled themselves in a blanket, where one is thrown over the back of the couch. You have no idea how that can be comfortable, and you bet they’ll tell you how much they regret it when they wake up. 
Yet, you know that’s not the feeling that haunts you. Seeing your best friend crashing on your couch is not a rare sight, though it is becoming rarer as time passes. 
Nothing is amiss in your apartment. Everything where you left it when you went out last night, even the now half-full bottle of wine you opened before leaving that sits on your countertop. 
The mystery continues, but the answers are not in your apartment. One thing’s for sure, you’re not about to go out and find out. 
Before you decide to check any messages or notifications, you find a glass, fill it with water and down it in seconds. Pulling your head back you become aware of the ache in it, and with the water helping you clear your mind a little, the pounding slowly creeps into a loud drum. 
Okay, so you’re not getting away from being hungover. Good to know. 
Not being able to focus with the drums really taking off in your head, you rush to the bathroom and find aspirin. You take two and swallow them with another glass of water. It’s gonna take a little while before they help so you slide down the bathroom wall and sit there to let yourself ease into the beating that keeps interrupting your thoughts. 
It feels like it takes forever, but when you check the clock, the pounding starts to wind down a little after more or less fifteen minutes. You don’t have the energy to get up from the warmth of the bathroom floor, so you continue to sit as you open your phone. 
You have three snaps, five messenger texts, two texts and eleven missed phone calls. The phonecalls belong to three people; three from Tom (your heart skips a beat at the thought that he thinks of you), six from Benedict, and surprisingly, two from Chris. 
The two texts are one message of having voicemails (three), and one message from Tom; I heard from Benedict. He’s worried, are you okay? - Tom. You ignore it, making a note to reply and listen to the voicemails after checking messenger and snap. 
It takes three seconds to regret checking snap. Two of the snaps are from people you have no idea who are, but who you probably added last night. The last one is a video of you from Y/BFF/N embarrassing yourself to the nth degree on the dance floor. You know they saved it, and you know there is no point in asking to delete it―no matter what, you know they won’t post it anywhere. 
In a state of shock, checking messenger becomes more automated that anything else. You read the messages; one with a similar name to one of the snap usernames that you ignore and delete the friend request seeing as the message itself is not one you want; one that’s from a groupchat with you, Y/BFF/N and another mutual friend that you don’t see that often as they live abroad, but whom you trust fully and therefore has replied to your drunk texts about wanting to fuck a certain person whose name shall not be mentioned; three texts from Chris asking what’s going on, if you’re okay and if there’s anything he can do to help. You only reply to Chris’s by asking why he wonders, saying yes and asking him if he knows anything about what happened last night―you do not admit to having no memory of the evening. 
Waiting for a reply you listen to the voicemails. All three are from Benedict; one he sounds mad in, one he sounds worried in, and one he threatens to call the police and tell them that you’re missing and that you might be in danger―it feels a little weird not knowing if that actually happened. 
You sigh, blowing your hair so it falls in your face. Well, well, gotta keep searching. 
In the living room, Y/BFF/N lies in the same position as before. You ignore them, instead focusing on the low rumble from your stomach. 
Hopefully, some food will help clear the mystery. 
The food itself doesn’t help. However, the replies from Chris does. 
Chris: asking because you seemed very drunk and i wanted to know you’re okay, good that you are, and no, i don’t know since you never really gave me anything to go on
You: okay, well, there are no other messages between us, anything I did to alert you??
Chris: uhh, no, actually it was Tom that called me
You: Tom?? Hiddleston?? The dude who I teach with?? 
Chris: yeah… i was surprised too, maybe talk to him?
You: yeah, im gonna 
Of course, that’s what you tell Chris. You know, with every ounce of your body, that you will not pick up the phone and either text or call him because you know that that would be the death of you. 
You will wait, as long as you can, to ask Tom why he called Chris. The thought of it alone just has that feeling of wrongness expand. You shake it off, put away your phone and return your attention to your food. 
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Going into work on Monday is not on your list of fun activities, but it is something you have to do. You suppose it would have been on your list of fun if not for the looming conversation you need to have with a certain professor. 
It takes little time after your first class to meet him. Usually, your schedules don’t coincide but you guess the universe isn’t on your side today. 
“Hi.” Tom purses his lips and puts his hands in his pockets. 
You nod. “Hi.”
“How was your weekend?” he asks. 
“It was good,” you say and nod. “You know what, I can’t really talk right now. Catch you later?” You shoot him a pained smile and hurry away before Tom can answer. There is no way you’ve ever been in a more awkward situation (and the worst part is that you don’t even know what it is that made it awkward―what the fuck did you say?!). 
You try not to think too hard about it as you make your way back to your office. With two hours of office time, you can get back to focusing on your research project and get your mind off Saturday night and your possibly very embarrassing utterance to Tom. 
God, what the fuck did you say?
It takes a solid five minutes for your mind to rush back to what’s been circling around the last twenty-four hours. 
“Okay, you know what?” you say out loud to the silence of your office. It does not reply back. However, in the need to say it out loud, you act as if it did. “I have to just ask. I’m gonna go to wherever he currently is and I’m gonna ask what I said and I’m gonna cut right to the chase and it’s gonna be alright. It’s gonna be okay. It’s probably not as bad as I think it is.” 
However, you don’t get up. It’s like you’re glued to your chair and no matter how much the nerves in your brain tells your legs to get up, they don’t move. 
For two hours, you just sit there. Almost so you’re late to class even. 
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“We’re doing a what?” 
Both you and Tom frown at Dean McHallan who, though with a slight roll of his eyes, nods. “You’re going to a conference in Scotland. I know it’s sudden and it seems weird, but they specifically asked for you two to speak.”
You raise a brow. “They asked for us to speak about what exactly? Do I have to prepare some kind of presentation or something now because, honestly, I’m not ready for that.” 
“They asked for you both to speak on team-teaching creative writing. They wanted input from your students as well so during the week now, ask them some questions that you can quote them on. And they wanted you, Y/N, to speak on your research project as they find it interesting and they weirdly enough hadn’t thought about it before. They would love to hear how you’re going about it.” 
Your mind races as you nod along to his words. What are you supposed to do? Say no, nope, you can’t do that. You literally have no choice because he’s already said you’re going and McHallan makes the final decisions and he also knows neither of you really have anything that important going on currently. 
“Okay, I guess we’re going to Scotland next week.” You’ve always wanted to go so maybe it’s an opportunity you should take anyway. 
“It’s settled then. Tom?”
The literature professor nods. “I can’t argue with your reasoning so I guess we’re going. I have some inquiries. Accomodations? Travel? Food? And when?”
McHallan hands each of you a piece of paper. “You will be in the same hotel, though different rooms. I think they’ll be just across from each other or something. You’ll fly there on wednesday morning, together, and have all wednesday evening to settle in and make the last preparations and so on. Food will be accounted for unless you eat above budget. There are breakfast and dinner included at the hotel, and lunch is served with the conference. If you eat anything outside of that it will be out of your own pocket. The schedule for the conference is on the back of that paper and the information you need about your flights just under there.”
You nod, going over the paper as McHallan talks and making different mental notes. Some of those make no sense, and one of them is ‘get trapped somewhere so you have to ask Tom what you did on Saturday’, though you’re afraid that one might be the hardest one to see through with.
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autisticsidesau · 5 years ago
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Hi, I really love you guys! Can you add more to Remy becoming a good person?
Hi anon im so sorry this took so long to be fair we’ve been playing minecraft so like- ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ -Max
(i kinda hyperfixated three days away lol ~Remi
So this actually starts with, Dee not Remy
And what you need to know is that it’s been a real bad sensory day for Dee
Bad enough that he can’t stand textures at all and everything's to much
So he stays home from school
And Virgil goes to school, and his moms go to work
So he’s home alone
And Dee does have Virgil use his phone to text Remy for the homework before Virgil leaves for school since they share a lot of classes
(And is pretty much the only person Dee feels comfortable asking anyways)
So Remy being the awesome fantastic amazing magnificent A-Class bffff (best fucking friend forever) that he he is 
Goes to all Dee’s classes and picks up the homework.
(Again- Remy’s a nice guy. He’s uneducated, but he’s learning. And he’s a good friend)
And he’s nice enough that he brings Dee’s hw to his house
So after school he shows up at dee’s house and finds the family’s hide-a-key and lets himself in.
And he’s met with an empty house because Dee??? Isn’t anywhere??? 
So he heads upstairs and checks out Dee’s room to find it is Dee-less
He checks Virgil’s room but still no Dee so he heads to the sensory room which he knows about but has only really been in once or twice 
(He’s kinda been avoiding it tbh? He subconsciously avoids the Sensory Room
b/c for him in a way it kind of solidifies his bff's autism
And Remy’s seen the room before
He thinks it’s pretty childish but he’d never say that out loud to Dee or Virgil
And by proxy makes them see more childish and this childishness bugs remy for some reason
Probably because of the societal expectations of autistic people
So he opens the door and greets Dee in his normal kind of loud volume 
“Hey Babes what’s up?”
And Dee is there
Which a good sign
But remy doesn’t know how to describe what’s going on better than “Dee looks like shit and is freaking out”
Bc Dee’s rocking back and forth and making these miserable noises and covering his head and is also butt ass naked
So Remy’s thrown off completely bc what is happening but he’s also very worried abt his friend
Remy takes a minute, but does quickly come to the realization that nothing is physically wrong with Dee, he’s just incredibly overwhelmed
(And he thinks there’s a word for that? Dee and Virgil have mentioned something? But Remy can’t remember Shit so…)
But Remy does remember that they said being overwhelmed sucks
And that stim toys help
And well, remy doesn't want his best friend to suffer
So he grabs a stim toy from one of the baskets of stim toys in the room as well as a pair of noise cancelling headphones because he also remembers the twins saying those helped
And remy averts his eyes while handing Dee the headphones (which dee takes) and the stim toy(which dee doesn’t take)
Now this is weird 
Because Remy remembers them specifically saying the stim toys helped but??? Dee???? Isn’t taking it??? 
And now Remy’s Concerned because why isn’t dee supposed to take the thing that’s gonna help him
Remy runs his hands over the different textures on the stim toy and-
And that's when he realizes how much texture it has
And remy doesn’t quite get it- but he’s learning that there’s a lot of textures Dee can’t handle
And that’s when it clicks for him, Remy scooches across the room back over to the boxes and takes off his sunglasses in the low lit room 
And he notices one of the boxes of stim toys is purple and the other is yellow
And the toy he grabbed was from the purple box, so remy puts it back and goes over to the yellow box
Where all the stim toys have a lot less texture
And he grabs a small cube that clicks and has a bunch of different sides but no main Textures
And so he goes back to Dee and offers up this weird cube thing
And Dee takes it!!
And remy counts this as success and just sits there in the dark room with Dee for a while
Dee still isn’t talking and hasn’t acknowledged Remy, but he doesn’t seem nearly as distressed anymore which Remy considers a good sign
Eventually though, Remy has to leave
So he says a quiet bye and gets up
And as he going down the stairs, he nearly runs into Virgil
Virgil: “Is he upstairs?”
Remy: “Yeah.”
Virgil: “How’s he doing?”
Remy: “Mostly fine now, he’s not wearing clothes-”
Virgil: “Yeah, on days like this clothes are impossible for him. The texture is bad”
Remy: “Oh. Well that sucks.”
Virgil: “Yeah it does. Um thanks by the way.”
Remy: “thanks for what?”
Virgil: “Staying with him and helping him calm down. You could’ve just left after dropping off his homework.”
Remy: “Well I mean it was kind of my fault he started freaking out again in the first place-”
Virgil: “That’s not important what matters is that you stayed with him and tried to help him calm down-”
Remy: “well yea but I gave him the wrong stim toy one with lots of textures-”
Virgil: “Again you still stayed and helped him, and honestly, that’s not something I thought you’d be willing to do. Look, what i'm trying to say is you did really good. You’re a good friend to Dee. You’ve more than proved that.” 
Remy: “Uh yeah no problem. Shoot my mom just texted me, I gotta go but I’ll see you around?”
Virgil: “yeah, sure. See ya.”
Bonus:
Later Dee texts Remy in a panic and apologizes for having a meltdown and for “stripping”
Remy just tests back “np” and also sends a vine
Dee clicks on it
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EwAajOtfNT8
And he just starts l a u g h i n g 
So yeah, Remy’s making progress. He’s relearning behavior
Because he’s Dee’s friend. And he isn’t going to lose that.
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rosyrosethings · 6 years ago
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Friends (Harry and Y/n see each other after her avoiding him for years.)
Ok so this was kinda based off Timmy turner and Truty relationship from Timmy turner 🤣💙 But instead it’s Harry and Y/n.
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“Harry!!” Y/n yelled as she saw him walking outside on his way to walk to school. She had a bright smile on her face revealing her rainbow braces. A light foundation covering up her acne skin. Her Anime T-shirt That had a picture of Naruto on it. Her hair in 2 large puffs with ponytails that match her orange shirt. Her dark jeans which were high rise and her old beat up converse ran to Harry’s side.
Harry sent her a smile as she yelled his name. Harry and Y/n have been living next door to each other since before they could remember. Harry was always nice to Y/n. he thought of her as his little sister. But Y/n was in love with Harry he always made time for her and did whatever she wanted he’d sing to her,cook for her and let her paint his nails. They were best friend and Harry always stood up for Y/N.
But now things were different Harry had a girlfriend and his girlfriend hated Y/n. The only time she and Harry had together is when he walked to school. Harry didn’t know his girlfriend Samantha hated Y/n. She always seem nice to her around him. So every morning Harry would walk to school with Y/n by his side. They would talk about anything.
“So Harry are you gonna come over for my birthday dinner tonight? My dad said he was coming” She said, Y/n dad walked out on them a few years back and Y/n was really excited to see him tonight even though he’s not a good guy. Leaving her mom and Y/n alone starting another family.
“Y/n you’re my best friend. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He said, she nodded her head. Even though they were both 17. Y/n didn’t hit puberty quite yet. But soon they walked to the school. They both had to split ways because Harry was popular and Y/n wasn’t. But she had another friend. Named Jessica and besides Harry jessica was her best friend. Harry was always with Samantha but he’d always walk home with Y/n.
But today Harry texted Y/n saying he wasn’t going to be able to walk her home today. She sighed it her birthday. He hasn’t even told her happy birthday today.
“Y/n c’mom, I’d walk you home, who needs Harry.” Jessica said, Y/n smiled as her best friend has been there for her. Told her happy birthday even got her a BFF necklace. For her birthday. But Y/n really wanted to be with Harry. But soon she made it home. Soon they made it to Y/N’s home. Both of them sat in Y/N’s room. Y/N’s mom down stairs getting the small party together. Her and Jessica talking about school for the day and what happened in there separate classes. But Y/n was too distracted by going through Samantha Instagram pictures. Her and Samantha were so opposite. She was pale with blonde straight hair and blue eyes her chest were perky and Y/N’s was flat Chested, with dark skin and thick curly hair. Her skin wasn’t clear like Samantha and her teeth was not straight like hers. Y/n just wanted Harry to love her but Y/n can’t look like Samantha.
“Y/n what are you doing?” Jessica asked, y/n didn’t even look up. She could feel her eyes weld with tears. Jessica took Y/N’s phone looking at the pictures of Samantha on the phone.
“Y/n you aren’t comparing yourself to her are you?” Jessica asked, Y/n didn’t reply. She continued to look down at her lap.
“Y/n you are so much more beautiful than she’ll ever be. Inside and out.” Jessica said, looking down at the crying girl.
“If so why doesn’t he love me.. he’s my best friend and he couldn’t even walk me home when it’s my birthday.” Y/n sobbed putting her hands over her face to cover her tears.
“Harry is an ass if he doesn’t see what I see, he’s just a horny teenage boy he’s giving it to the hottest slash thottest girl at the school. One day you’re gonna find a guy and he’s gonna be love you soo much. Harry gonna be the jealous one.” Jessica said, Y/n sniffled wiping her face with the long sleeve shirt under her T-shirt.
“Ya think so? Will he look better than Harry?” She sniffled out. Jessica laughed. “Three times better than that moped head boy.” Jessica said referring to Harry’s curls as mop head. Y/n nodded as her tears calmed down she looked at the clock on her night stand. Noticing it was almost time for her birthday party and Harry was still not here. “Maybe he was running late. “ she thought. After her getting ready and it was time for the dinner. Harry still was not there. Not even her father. Just her mom, Jessica, Ann, and Gemma.
“Do you guys know where Harry is?” Y/n asked looking at Ann and Gemma.
“He went out with his girlfriend.. he should be back soon.” Gemma responded. Y/n nodded. Soon enough they were all having dinner. but Y/n was too upset to eat. Harry or her had was not here. Why are men so horrible she thought.
“I’m gonna excuse myself for a second.” Y/n said, getting up going to her room. Y/N’s mom frowned.
“Does anyone know of Harry is gonna come? Her Dad told her he was coming and I know that’s disappointing her. But Harry not being here might be making things ten times worse.” Her mom said, looking Ann.
“I wish I knew where he was. Im honestly very disappointed in him right now.” Ann said, but Y/n made it to her she looked out her window to see Harry’s room. The curtains fully opened as usual. She smiled quickly at the sight of Harry but her smile turned upside down when she saw Samantha there. And they were getting way too friendly. They were kissing and then they started to take off each other clothes. Harry missed Y/N’s birthday for sex. He used her party as rreason to get the house alone so he could fuck her.
Y/n immediately closed her shades and climbed in bed. Full of tears her heart breaking into millions of pieces. She was done with him. She asked multiple times to come to her birthday dinner and he wasn’t here. He wasn’t there to help her. Soon y/n ended up crying herself to sleep. Everyone ended up leaving the party since Y/n never came back down stairs. Her mom sent everyone off with cake since Y/n didn’t even blow out her candles.
“I’m sorry he didn’t make it, I know how much Y/N loves him.” Anne said, as she hugged Y/N’s mom. “It’s fine. They’d get over it. Those two are inseparable.” Y/N’s mom smiled. But little did Y/N’s mom know that was Y/n never got over what Harry did. Harry tried so hard to make up to Y/n but she didn’t forgive him. She was so heartbroken. Soon Harry left abs started his music career and Y/n stayed home. Soon lost her braces and skin became clear her hair still in puffs. She soon got into modeling but she’d mostly spend her time at home with her mom and Anne just to spend time with them and of course her best friend Jessica when she’s not going working on a photo shoot. Y/n was almost at the peak of her fame as a model. Fashion week and covers of magazines.
But today it felt good to be home with her mom especially since Christmas was in a week. She hasn’t been home in while and brought her new boyfriend home with here. His name was Jacob. Jacob is a photographer and he was taking pictures of her for a photo shoot and the rest seems to be history. Jacob was the first guy in Y/N’s life that she felt like she can actually trust. Ever since her birthday it’s been hard for her to trust any guys.
“Hey honey, Anne and Gemma and Harry ate coming over for dinner tonight.” Y/N’s mom said, as she walked pass Y/n and Jacob on the couch.
“Harry?!” Y/n said surprisingly jumping up out of Jacob’s arm. She’s been purposely avoiding Harry. She didn’t go to Matt Gala because of him and he’s gonna be here. Y/N’s mom stopped from walking into the kitchen and turned around.
“Yes Harry, you can finally talk to him after all these years aren’t you excited!” Y/n mom said as clapped her hands together once and smiled. Y/n rolled her eyes and say back down as her mom went into the kitchen. Y/n looked at Jacob. He had a confused look on his face.
“Who’s Harry?”
Part 2
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marveling-chrisevans · 6 years ago
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Walking Away - Chris Evans/Reader
Chris Evans x Reader
Prompt:  As she stepped on the Train, I fought every urge to climb on after her 
Word count: 2,778
Warnings: Fluff,  a little angst, and a little smut 
Reader: Female
Summary: Chris gets his dream job and moves away, your relationship gets strained and guess you will have to read.. to find out how this ends, I don’t want to spoil it 
Tag List: @patzammit @smoothdogsgirl @torntaltos
** if you have an idea and wanna message it to me, I am happy to write it. im always looking for one shot prompts or ideas, I am working on another chapter of what if. so look for that in the next couple days *****
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Two Years. It has been two years since the both of you met and fell in love. Little did you expect it to change, or happen. He was offered his dream job across country, knowing this was your home. Knowing that you couldn’t leave, not with your family still being here and you were doing something you loved. You watched him on the phone “you mean I got the job?” He wondered as the look on his face went from scared and anxious to a look of pure joy. This was something that he had been working for his entire life “wait you mean its in Seattle?” He wondered knowing he was going to have to relocate. You could feel your heart drop as you heard him discuss it a little further as he looked at you “thank you so much for the opportunity, ill be in touch” he said as he hung up the phone. “Seattle?” You wondered as you sat down on the couch next to Dodger, your cat. The both of them looked at you as it seemed that something had changed within you. “y/n” he said as he sat in front of you on the coffee table and put his hands on your legs “i had no idea when I interviewed that we were going to have to relocate” he said knowing he wanted to spend his future with you. There was no doubt in his mind. “what do you mean we? Come on Chris you know my entire life is here, I just can’t leave my mom, I can’t just leave my job they depend on me” you said as you knew whee this was going to go, your heart was breaking right in front of your eyes 
“long distance is an option well we figure this out?” He said he knew he couldn’t pass on the job and you couldn’t let him “i won’t take the job” he also offered “Christopher you are taking the job it is a dream and you are not going to stay in Boston for me when your dreams lie elsewhere I could never ask you do to do that, I would never expect you too” “Y/n, staying with you is everything I want. Ill stay if that’s what we decided but whatever we do we have to make the choice together” You nod as he spoke to you and reached up and wiped away a few of the tears that were not aware of had fallen You cleared your throat and then got up and sighed “well till we figure that out we I guess need to spend some time together” you smiled at him “come on lets go out, get a few, hang out with our friends and just enjoy the town” you sighed as you walked away into the bathroom and shut the door behind you and locking it before you slide down the door letting your tears fall faster. You couldn’t imagine long distance with him. Every other long distance relationship you knew never worked. Which means you might loose the love of your life. You got in the shower to give yourself a second and your eyes a moment to not be so red and walked out in a towel and went into the closet in the bedroom you shared. You saw him laying on the bed. “well look at you cleaned up nice” you smiled softly as you put on some panties and a bra “i think we should stay in, because the moment you put clothes on im going to want them off of you” he replied as he got up and walked over and wrapped his arms around you and kissed the back of your neck. You already texted your friends, and they were already at the club waiting for the both of you You quickly walk out of his arms because you knew that if you stayed there too long you were going to cave but your mind was stuck on him leaving and you couldn’t right now, as much as you wanted him “we can’t Ryan and y/bff/n are already waiting for us, and you know they found a sitter” she replied “plus Adam just got back to me and he is on the way, we are already late” you take a deep breath before you disappear into your walk in. Chris stands disappointed feeling like you were pulling away from you, because he knew what you got like when someone you loved were going to walk away. Your past made you push people away the moment you saw hurt coming “at least wear the little black dress, I love that one, also gives me something to look at” he said back to you as he went and slicked back his hair and get shoes on You walked out in the little black dress and strappy red heels which gave you that pop of color the outfit needed. You checked your make up and quickly added some nighttime accessories like glittery eyeshadow and eyeliner, lets not forget the highlighter and then grabbed your clutch. You walked out in the living room and Chris stopped and looked at you “damn still as hot as the day I met you” you look down as your long hair fell infant of your face as a slight blush covered your cheeks “lets go before everyones mad we are late, like always” you said to him. You didn’t go in for the kiss you didn’t wrap your arm around his like you normally did before you left. You didn’t let him open the car door for you like he did every time he drove, because that was the kind of man he was, and that was one of the reasons you feel in love with him, you never had a man in your life that actually treated you like a princess. Chris sighed and got into the car and before he started it he looked at you “y/n” he whispered so only you could hear him You didn’t respond. It actually made your heart physical hurt you blinked away a few tears that filled your water line. You didn’t want to have the conversation right in this moment. You wanted to do shots with your best friend “im fine Chris I promise, I would tell you if I wasn’t” He knew you were lying but he also knew not to push you. As he had learned the hard way. He sighed heavily and started the car that he had gotten as a gift from RDJ, he loved to drive it in the summer. The both of you arrive at the club and your best friend y/bff/n is waiting for you outside. She knew the car and opened the door for you “excuse us boys, us ladies need a drink” she quickly pulled you away knowing what happened as you both never stop texting. Ryan and Adam pull Chris away to the boy stuff and do a few shots. Just as you and your best friend do. Five shots in, you were feeling the buzz and decided to switch to beer. Knowing that if you got too drunk you could have done something stupid. You go out to the dance floor with your best friend and you two dance up on each other like any other girls your age. You had been avoiding Chris, and he could tell. When a random guy started to grind ups against you, you felt someone pull the guy away just as you were about to deck him. You looked at the tall blue eyed man you loved standing there. You knew if it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t have the life you had and the both of you needed to talk but right now you needed him. Your entire body needed him and you could tell he felt the same as you could see it in your pants. You gave him a look and walked away to the bathroom. About five mins later he joined you. You locked the door as he pinned you against it and you crash your lips against his like you were missing him already. The two of your made your way around the bathroom till you found a comfortable spot. He pulled your panties down as he leaned you over the sink. You knew he was drunk. You were drunk, This wasn’t normal for the both of you to have sex in public but at this point you didn’t care. You let him take charge, as you enjoyed when he threw you around a little bit. You tried to look to see what was taking him so long as you were starting to feel exposed as he gripped onto your hips and thrusted into you. You let out a moan that was a little louder than normal as he did it was such force that you were not use to. It didn’t take you long to both climax, with the tension between the two of you and the adrenaline of having sex in public and being drunk. After the fact you took a moment to catch your breath and pulled up your panties as you stood on your tippy toes even in heels he was still taller than you and you kissed him and whispered against his lips “i love you” you said softly and helped him put his belt back on before you took his hand and walked out of the bathroom with him in toe. Two weeks later, Chris was boarding a plane and getting ready to take his dream job. He turned the company down. You were not going to let him turn it down. Since he quite acting this was his dream. You got him the ticket, and made him go and told him that a little distance was only going to make you both stronger. The two of you started out strong, Facetiming till one or both of you fell asleep, as the time difference was hard, you were usually asleep first and he just didn’t hang up as he worked and checked on you to make sure you were still asleep before he went himself. Within the first month you visited once and Chris came home twice, as he was staying in a hotel and wanted to see the animals that were always cuddled into you, not to mention the fact he missed you like crazy. A few months went by, and the face time calls became fewer and fewer, text messages were responded two every few hours, due to both your schedules as you decided to go back to school as well on top of working full time. He supported you and thought it was a great idea. It had been two months since you seen him. You found a pet sitter in your best friend and then took a surprise flight out to see him. You got off the flight and then took a taxi to his apartment seeing as you had a key, and he made sure of it, as soon as he got an apartment. You walked in and found no one around. You sighed and walked around the city a little bit and came back later to find he was still at work. You decided well if he ever did come home he would be hungry and made some dinner.. You tried to wait for him to come home to eat with him, but you got to hungry and ate some food and put some aside for him. Climbed into one of his t-shirts and sat on the couch and waited for him to come home. Only you missed him. Chris walked in the door about 10PM PST which was about 2 Am EST and you were normally asleep and the traveling wore you out. He walked in and saw you asleep on the couch curled in a ball as he smiled softly as he had missed you so much. He carefully picked you up off the couch and then moved you to the bed. You woke up slightly and looked up at him putting your hand on his cheek “chris” you said softly “i missed you” you mumbled into him taking in his scent well you were half asleep. He laid you in the bed and made sure you were covered up. You ended up falling asleep right away. Chris the next morning got up before you and made you waffles knowing they were your favorite. You woke up to the smell of something burning as you got up and smiled softly watching him struggle like old times in the kitchen “you know after all this time living alone I thought you would know how to use that by now” you teased him and then went to help “you know y/n I was so lucky to have you cooking almost every night, I apparently am rebuilding my skill the few changes I get to cook” he smiled as he spun you around randomly and dipped you into a kiss. You could feel yourself melt into his arms “Chris..” You said hesitantly “i don’t know how much longer I can do this distance thing..” You said honestly because the only way this was going to work was if you both ere honset and you both knew that Chris nodded in agreement “i know.. I know.. Hopefully ill be transferred back soon” he said back to you as he set you right side up and kissed your head. You wiped a few tears away and then started to help him. The two of you spend the most wonderful 48 hours together, exploring the city, and getting to re know each other. Him holding you and reminding you that he would always be there.. Sunday afternoon had come to quickly for the both of you. As you couldn’t get a flight out till Monday morning you opted to go see a friend who lived about an hour away from chris, that you hadn’t seen in a year. Though you didn’t want to leave him, your friend just had a baby and you wanted to meet the little one. 
Chris Walked you though the train station holding your hand and carrying your bag for you like the true gentlemen he was. He looked at you “are you sure you have to go?” He wondered as you could see his heart breaking in his blue eyes” you nod slowly “trust me I don’t want too but you know she just had a baby and she would come see me if we had a kid” you replied.. He nodded knowing you were right “okay well ill make it home next weekend or the next” He said as he sighed as he leaned down into a long kiss.. As you stepped on the train, He fought every urge to climb on after you. You went and saw your friend and met the baby, And then flew home the next afternoon. 
Another week past, you were back into school and work. You walk into the house after a long class in psychology and saw him standing there flowers in hand “i quite” he said looking at you “you what?” You wondered as tears filled your eyes as you walk over to him. “i am coming home, I lived my dream job, but the only dream I have right now is you.” He said back to you “to start a family with you, well you saw your friend and sent me pictures of her baby, I just pictured us growing old right here in boston, kids the yard the everything.. You are my future” he said back to you. You ran up to him and hugged him tightly was you cried slightly “im so glad you said that because I have news to tell you” you said nervously looking up at him as you bite your lip 
Chris anxiety started to go off as he started to rub your back “what y/n?” He wondered “well I found out yesterday that uh I’m 8 weeks pregnant” Chris looked down at you as you could see the nervous change to excitement as the tears now fell from his eyes as it was his dream to have a family and always had been. He picked you up and spun you around “i love you so much y/n” Chris  said before kissing you
A/N ---- And you lived happily ever after? If y’all want me to like make this a story let me know.
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