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alexdelray1 · 1 year ago

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Hobie x Reader Fluff

Warnings: I think there might be some bad words but i don't remember.

Song: Black Sheep by Metric.

Oh yeah... Oh yeah! Oh yeahhh!!!

Hello again, friend of a friend, I knew you when.

Our common goal was waiting for the world to end!

Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend!

You crack the whip, shape-shift and trick, the past again!

Sending my love on a wire.

Lift you up, everytime, everyone, ooh, pulls away, ooh.

From youuuuu.

I sang my favorite song during rehearsal. Hobie played guitar and the rest played their instruments. I always wanted to play a song with other people, but I didn't know that I would be the only singer.

Got balls of steel, got an automobile, for a minimum wage.

Got real estate, I'm buying it all up in outerspace!

Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend!

You crack the whip, shape-shift and trick, the past again!

I hated this feeling, but at the same time I loved it… At first I was terrified that I didn't remember anything, but after hearing the music the lyrics seemed to pop up in my head. It was always a strange feeling.

Sending my love on a wire...

Lift you up, everytime, everyone, ooo, pulls a way, oo...

Its a mechanical bull, at number one.

You'll take a ride from anyone, everyone wants a ride, pulls away, oooh..

From youuuuu...

-You did a great job, Reader. - Hobie complimented me and handed me the Coke that was on the table next to him earlier. I grabbed a coke and drank it.

-How about joining us?- asked one of Hobie's friends, hanging on my shoulder.

-It would be nice, but I can't. Work, my unacceptable father and I live in another city. Although I can play with you from time to time. - I lied in a quarter of that sentence.

-Yeah, Reader is making millions for some shitty company. For example, I'm there part-time. - Hobie made an alibi for me and for himself.

-So this is where you always run away when we don't go to clubs or play. Reader, remember. You can always share your boss's salary with your colleagues.- joked the guy who played the drums.

-I'll remember, okay Hobie, we have to go.- I said to my friend, grabbed my bag and started heading towards the exit.

-Bye, guys!- I said.

-Bye, motherfuckers!- Hobie said goodbye to his friends and started to follow me.

-Bye, bastard and Reader!- the three of them said goodbye to us. I left the building with Hobie and entered the alley.

-It's a pity that in my universe you are just a side character and don't live in my city. How about I get along with you from this universe? If you have the same voice, you would be useful to us. - Hobie offered and I turned on my 'watch'.

-Not very. When I introduce myself to your friends from this university, they will think whether I have amnesia. For now, rely on me and my rare visits. - I replied and pressed the 'hologram' button. My outfit immediately changed from normal clothes to a Spider-Girl costume.

-Do you know why every Spider man has a tight suit?- Hobie asked, changing the subject.

-I don't know why?- I asked, thinking what stupid thing he would come up with next.

-Because we all have great asses. And your dad the most. - Hobie started laughing and I opened the portal.

-Come on, stop traumatizing me.- I replied and entered the portal and Hobie followed me.

We found ourselves on Earth 616, on the roof of one of the skyscrapers. It's night now and it looks like we're still in New York, just a different one

-Wowowow! Why so high? - Hobie asked and grabbed one of the pillars.

-There are no unusual phenomena on this earth. They do not have, nor can they have, any heroes. No one here has power, so we have to be unnoticeable. - I replied and put on the mask, Hobie repeated this action after me.

-This is stupid. We would be less noticeable on earth. Like two figures on the roof of a skyscraper at night? It looks like we're trying to commit suicide. - Hobie said and wanted to start swinging around the buildings, but I stopped him with my hand.

-Wait a moment and don't whine. Swing so that no one sees you. No screams, no guitar sounds or anything else. Understood? - I asked and he sighed.

-Yes, mommy.- he replied sarcastically, shot a net and jumped off the building.

-God, I hope I don't regret taking him on this mission.- I said to myself and did the same as him.

We started getting closer to where the anomaly should be. I kept watching with my eyes to see if Hobie was about to pull out his guitar, but after a while I realized that he wasn't that stupid.

Swinging with a mask is so much better than without it for me. When I'm at HQ and I don't have to wear a mask, my hair gets almost everywhere. Okay, maybe it's also because I don't want to tie my hair, but that's my preference.

-I think we're there… - Hobie said quietly and landed in front of a house. It didn't look strange from the outside. There were no lights on in it, but there was some whining noise in it. I landed next to Hobie and crossed my arms.

-Let's quickly climb in through the window. This house looks abandoned, so there won't be a problem with witnesses. - I said and went to the window. I opened it and entered through it, and after a while Hobie did the same. I walked up to one of the walls and heard something.

-Is this… a baby crying? - I asked Hobi and he nodded.

-I think so too, but it could be a trap.- said the boy and started walking slowly towards the room from where the crying could be heard and I followed him.

Hobie opened the door and went inside first. In the middle of the room there was a baby, probably several months old, crying.

-Ah, it must have entered the portal somehow and landed in this universe.- I replied and breathed a sigh of relief that I didn't have to do much work today. I walked up to the baby and took him in my arms. Judging by the clothes, it's a boy. As soon as the baby opened his eyes and realized that neither his mother nor his father was holding him, he started crying.

-What a mama's bo…- Hobie didn't finish and started looking around.

-What's wrong with you?- I asked and started looking around. Suddenly, a villain ran out of the firecracker wall and tried to attack me.

His head was out so the only logical thing I could do was kick him in the balls. The logic is strange sometimes, but that's how it is. Unfortunately, in one hundredth of a second I realized that this was not the best idea, so it was easiest to lower my head from my knee.

The guy got hit in the nose and immediately fell to the ground with his nose almost detached. Don't worry, I won't turn anyone into Voldermort.

-Hey Hobie, look what an idiot.- I laughed and cleaned the blood from my knee.

-Well, I'm looking. So that's all? A bit boring. I expected something more exciting and here… eh. You take the kid and I'll take the guest. - Hobie said and wanted to approach the villain.

-Not so fast… I knew this would happen so… - the guy took a button out of his pocket. Oh wow. Either it's a bomb or he'll turn on the cameras and show us to the whole world.

-This is the button for the bomb that is in the room next to us… - said the villain and I laughed.

-Whoa. Guy, you can kill yourself when you land in your universe and not in this one.- Hobie urged him.

-It's not about the universe, cho-- the villain didn't finish.

-Guy, we don't care that the old man was beating you with a belt. - I said and I used the net to take the button from him and destroy it, dividing it in half.

-Now don't disturb us on our pathological date.- Hobie took him under his arm and we left the building.

#x reader #fem reader #spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderman #hobie x reader #spider woman

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cheeseandbretboy · 6 hours ago

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oh my god guys today binged new tv show 'beef' 2023 in 2 days its on netflix go watch UNLESS YOU'RE IN RUSSIA WHERE DEAREST PRESIDENT HAS BLOCKED WEBSITE BC IT HAS 'WESTERN PROPAGANDA'.. then torrent BUT its so good it reminded me lots of bong joon-hos work with the sudden SUPER DARK EPISODE (2nd last one i think?) love dark comedy, my favourite genre but this was executed so perfectly, oh also the FUCK I FORGOT but heres another reference in swiss army man where hank and manny have those deep talks, that scene of them getting high off of poisoned berries and starvation mwah beautiful, reminded me of that and fuck fuck fuck another movie but it was beautiful OH YEAH BACK TO BONG JOON-HO, with his films being focused on class and race i feel this did the same !!!!!!!! consistently but so so so subtly!! it was great and hey it made me attached to a rich person (billionaire i think very rich) which is pretty crazy, none of any of the others but wowowow amy ily AND generational trauma similar to everything everywhere all at once (2nd movie directed by the daniels that reminded me??) i guess just modern black comedy ohhh and of course steven yeun loved him in okja and sorry to bother you and not so much in nope (hated that movie sorry) he is very nice but really wanted them to just finally fuck like what are you doing god they're like an older married couple who fights all the time what are you waiting for i guess i was sort of waiting for those crazy existentual thoughts to come out before the last episode ?! but i guess it just solifidied their relationship even more so hey good job directors! wish more insight into the cousin whos always in jail but honestly that couldve ruined it THE LAST THING JUST TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED I DONT WANT READER INTERPRETATION DO THEY GET TOGETHER OR NO GAH

anyways its amazing loved it gave it 5 stars on letterboxd which i rarely do! also very excited for mickey 17 directed by bong joon-ho love him sm OH GOD I JUST CHEKCED STEVEN YUEN IS IN IT?? CRY? ohhh this will be too good ANOTHER black comedy, i dont deserve this i really don't actually i do, after that tragedy with spotify and 'so bitter' and 'bimbo doll' how dare they im still mad abt that cant listen to these absolute bangers anymore i thoughht it was osmething with my headphones and even got scarlett to check sigh...

that was really beautiful ([obstruction!!!!] scene caught me off guard)

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springsylph · 1 year ago

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IN DUE TIME - CHAPTER TWO

summary: Link doesn't really see the importance of being cryptic when the fate of Hyrule is at stake.

a/n: chapter two! wowowow!

<< previous chapter

Does the sun ever…tire of rising?

It isn’t until Link is able to catch his third sunrise that this question comes to him.

The sun doesn’t seem to dim. But it doesn’t seem any brighter, either. Though the occasional bundle of clouds that pass are doing a bang-up job of convincing him otherwise. With the way of things, the sun shining any brighter than it already was would probably scorch the entirety of Hyrule anyways.

He’s had quite a bit of time to think about the implications of the sun refusing to rise, and he finds that he’d understand if it chose to rest, if only for five extra minutes. However, the problem remained that Link was not, in fact, the sun, and had actually been encroaching upon what he now believed to be his 72nd hour of rest. Link frowned to himself. Using the term “rest” was a bit of a leap. Especially considering the fact that his eye bags felt noticeably more tender, and that within the last eight or so hours the sparrows had gone from having two heads to a whopping three and a half.

What exactly were they looking at, anyways? Surely they had other heroes to patronize.

Maybe he should get the moss out here with him. How long had it been since they had seen the outdoors? They would appreciate his point of view.

The first few hours of his time being fully conscious (and somewhat sane) were spent cross-legged on the very spot he’d been when he’d first planned on jumping into the water below. The hours that followed, however, were spent pecking at the rations left within his satchel. With what paltry pickings he had left, Link had decided to find better things to distract himself with to avoid the rather persistent growl of his stomach.

The lack of mosquitoes pestering him was at the top of his list. He’d noticed it when his first night arrived with little fanfare. This was usually around the time that he’d feel the onset of an itch, but when he’d begun to trace over the scars on his legs out of boredom he’d found them to be blissfully unbitten. The floating island Link sat upon was clearly out of the flying range of those slimy bastards, so he was thankful for the height in that regard.

Speaking of slimy bastards, that annoying voice had obviously taken issue with his time spent in rest and relaxation land. It’d do him no good, he’d said, to waste away like this. And Link had scoffed, because what would he know? To rag on him for taking his time when he didn’t even have the decency to explain to Link how exactly he knew Zelda, and what he’d wanted with him. Link was offended, quite frankly.

And he was right on schedule, thank you very much. In fact, there were many a great leader who’d attest to the practice of not rushing into battle with so many…unknown variables. Or one large, very high up variable. Link had told—wrote out in the dirt—the voice as much when they’d last made contact at noon on the second day. And the voice had the audacity, the gall, to make a request of Link that he very well had no right to make.

��I implore you to find the resolution to try.”

The hell was that supposed to mean?

Link was trying. He truly was. If anything, he’d spent the last four years since the apparent—yet somehow miscalculated—end of Ganon “trying” just as hard as when he’d last saved Hyrule. He’d helped with the restoration efforts, fending off any stray monsters when needed. He’d honed his skill with the blade, if only to keep his mind busy. He’d practiced speaking, since as Zelda’s aide he’d need to be at least capable of managing sentences that didn’t have to do with how to best spread the light cavalry in order to suffer the least amount of casualties.

So who in the high heavens did this man think he was? How dare he implore him to do anything? Link was positively livid.

And Link was absolutely still livid when he’d met his third sunrise.

So there he sat, his fatigued brain thinking of more scenarios in which he could pummel the owner of that annoying voice, and he clearly isn’t twiddling his thumbs fast enough because his brain decides to supply him with thoughts of failure.

It strikes him across the face when he takes a chance at peering over the ledge. His heart is ferociously plucking at his ribcage when he pulls away, and he’s suddenly noticing the tiny rocks that the wind takes over the side of the stone platform.

He can’t hear when they land.

Link is shuffling back to prop his back up against a shaded wall before he’s able to realize just how close he’d come to falling.

Again.

The cracked stone ceiling of the hallway looked very interesting, at the moment.

He blinks. Had Zelda seen the abyss she’d fallen into? She must have been somewhat safe, if the voice’s choice of words were anything to go by. That was good. Somewhat safe was good, for now. But time was clearly running out, no matter which way he looked at it. Link only had so much time to dawdle before it meant the end of Hyrule as he knew it.

So why couldn’t he jump?

He’s still looking at the ceiling when a great hawk circles overheard, though with the height Link isn’t sure if it really is a bird or a trick of the imagination. It’s much larger than the average hawk, he notes. Though he isn’t sure what it’s doing up so high. He lets out a puff of air from his mouth at a passing thought—Link sprouting wings from his back and flying to meet Zelda wherever she’s ended up, so that they can reunite and hopefully put an end to the horrors that they had seen in those caverns. Wings would be quite alright.

Link allows his eyes to flick over to where the Master Sword lay next to his satchel. Something akin to guilt had swelled up inside of him when he’d removed her from her place on his back that first day, but he couldn’t bear to feel the weight of her any more than he could bear the eyes of those stupid birds that seemed to follow him everywhere. It was for the best.

Or at least that was what he initially believed.

Even in her feeble state, urgency was rolling off of her in waves. Link could tell that despite the slight tinge of fear, the Master Sword felt almost desperate to return to his hands.

He wonders if the deceased champions would be disappointed in him. Link tries not to think of them too often, just in case the screams decide to try and latch themselves onto what little he has left of their happier memories.

For a brief split in time, Link feels like he might be able to do this. It was nothing he hadn’t done before, right? And so in what feels like no time at all, he’s snatching up his satchel and hoisting the sword onto his back as he walks himself back over to the ledge.

And he looks down.

And he falters.

Because he really should consider bringing that moss out with him—

But then something happens. It was nothing short of a miracle that Link was angled the way he was, as he would recall no more than ten minutes later. Because just as he begins to turn back around, the sunlight is catching his eyes, and the wind is nudging at his front just the right amount, and that damned hawk is hurtling itself right toward his face.

The screech that heralds his descent can’t decide if it wants to come from the hulking mass of the bird or from Link’s mouth, because it’s over just as soon as it's begun.

And just like that, he falls.

Shit.

Link has heard stories about people’s lives flashing before their eyes when they know they’re about to die—mostly whispers from the soldiers serving under him, but there was a time during his travels when he’d hear it from the average citizen as well.

He isn’t sure that this is it.

At first, he feels light. Almost as if he wasn’t falling at all. And then the dread saddles up with gravity to promptly knock the air out of his lungs.

His limbs are flailing, and the cut of the wind against his face when he manages to flip himself over is just shy of pushing his eyeballs into his skull. It occurs to Link that his body might try to help him if he could just relax, but he can’t. He absolutely can’t. The sun on his back feels less like a warm caress and more like a brutal beatdown, and it doesn’t help that the only thing protecting his backside is some skirt that he’s sure is much older than he is.

Quite the way to go.

But then there’s something rasping into his ear, and Link swears he hears the word surrender. The sun is hotter—searing on his back, but there’s a full-bodied shiver that racks his body in spite of it.

Something is wrong.

His right arm, for the first time since he’d woken up, begins to move on its own accord. Only this time, the beginnings of a green glow are cut nearly in half by a purpling mess that begins to slowly march from the top of his shoulder downwards. Link thinks that now would be a great time for the voice to take a crack at whatever in Hylia’s name is trying to eat him, but his body goes limp just as his arm begins to feel like fire. He’s not so sure that he’s got much time until he breaches the water, so Link does his best to position himself in a way that would give him the least amount of injury��or death.

Until he’s landing on something with a hard thud.

He’s spitting out loose hair and feathers (feathers?) when he feels like he’s still falling. Well, maybe not falling. But…gliding? Gliding seems to fit this feeling better. Judging by the way that his hair is still shooting upward, he’s still on a descent. But this time it’s much smoother. Link takes a chance and peeks at what exactly it is that he’s landed on, and for the first time in what feels like eons, he laughs.

Link is grappling the back of a hawk.

Only, it’s not really a hawk, now that Link is able to see it this close. Its feathers are a bright crimson, striking against the bright white of its underbelly. The head is most certainly not hawk-like. The beak is large and robust, and its golden eyes seem frighteningly intelligent. This is no ordinary bird.

Link almost, emphasis on almost feels bad for his name calling, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s suddenly dropped into a pool of water. And thank the Goddess his body remembers how to swim, because if he’s going to throttle that bird he’ll need to survive this pond.

Link is able to pull himself out of the water and waddle down a set of stone stairs, opening out into a large clearing of trees and golden grass. He does his best to look around before something nicks the exposed skin of his foot.

A tree branch. Hilarious.

Not wanting to pass up on potential ammo, Link picks up the branch, tucks it into his sheath alongside the Master Sword, and continues on his merry way. There’s a decent amount of things to grab: apples, and some very interesting looking mushrooms. He isn’t quite sure if the mushrooms are edible, but he plucks them from the ground regardless. It wouldn’t exactly be the first time he’d eaten something questionable. If Hylia hadn’t wanted him to eat it, then she wouldn’t have placed it right in his line of fire. Plain and simple.

He’s barely through his first bite of non-dried fruit when something comes clonking down on his head, smashing his upper jaw down on his tongue and flooding his mouth with the metallic tang of blood. Link hopes that whatever’s hit him knows just how exhausted he is, because all it means is that he’s not in the mood to hold his punches.

His fingers instinctively twitch towards the Master Sword, but instead, pull the tree branch from his sheath before swiping his leg out to catch the assailant off guard. And this might have worked, if the very thing that hit him had legs for him to swipe.

Link is met with an oddly constructed sea-green robot rather than a monster. If the strength of the clobbering he received before was any indication, it clearly had the intention of taking him out.

But he’s able to rebound quickly enough, and with a dodge and a few strikes, the robot is taken down. Link pockets the horn-like structure it drops, as well as the strange looking orb that he sincerely hopes isn’t a bomb, and continues following the stone path to his right.

It isn’t long before Link comes across yet another robot, though this one appears to be inactive. Armed with his branch and a half-eaten mushroom in his stomach, Link gives it a tentative tap and watches as the stone plates it's covered in whirr to life.

It stretches to full height, but Link isn’t too annoyed by the fact that it stands nearly two heads higher than he does. This one seems…much less hostile. Given the inquisitive nature of its gaze (if robots even could gaze), Link’s suspicions are further confirmed when it speaks to him.

“Link. I have waited for you.”

Oh, brother.

“Princess Zelda left something for you in my care.”

A compartment pops out from the chest cavity of the robot, revealing what Link recognizes at the Purah Pad. He remembers Purah putting up quite the fuss when he’d made the mistake of calling it the name of what it was modeled after. But why was it here?

Link inspects the device, and the robot continues on.

“I am told it is an invaluable tool that’ll provide you with direction.”

Link hadn’t had the chance to try it out when Purah was still in the process of tinkering with it, and it had gone right into Zelda’s hands the moment it had finished with its test runs. Sure enough, when he powers it on it gives Link a fairly detailed map of his current location: the Great Sky Island.

“I received it from Princess Zelda. I have now passed it to you. My records indicate that Princess Zelda is waiting at the location marked on its map. My message has been delivered.”

The robot makes no move to continue on, but Link still has more questions. He wonders if he’ll have to take to writing in the dirt again, but the robot seems to catch this thought and stops him with a cold hand to the wrist just as he goes to grab another stick to write with.

“Zelda has informed me of your preferred form of communication. As such, all Steward Constructs have been programmed to understand, communicate, and translate the—” The robot pauses, as if trying to find the right words. “Language of the hands.”

Close enough.

While the image of Zelda helping to reprogram an unspecified number of robots is endearing, Link really does have to get going if Zelda is waiting for him.

‘Where am I?’

“We stand in the Garden of Time.” The construct goes on to gesture towards a large structure in the distance, calling it the Temple of Time, which was quite odd to Link, considering that as far as he knew there was only one Temple of Time. But that was none of his business.

Link spies yet another glowing circle just a few paces behind the construct, and the moment he activates it with his hand stone bridge forms to connect the neighboring island. This one, while a bit smaller than the last, is connected to a small stone gazebo that houses yet another Steward Construct. A bit of the pressure to communicate is off now that Link knows he can sign comfortably, so he introduces himself. Right off the bat, however, the construct decides to inform him of Soldier Constructs, designed by the Zonai to keep out trespassers. A little late for the warning, but he appreciates the sentiment.

Wait.

The Zonai?

The extinct Zonai?

This was strange. Much too strange for Link to break down on his own, so he decides to fish around in some of the nearby pots for anything extra he can snag. Just his luck, because the very first pot he checks holds a wooden stick rather than a tree branch.

Upgrades, he supposes.

After scrounging up a few more apples and registering the mushroom he’d already eaten with the Purah Pad (it was, in fact, safe to eat), Link continues on to find the next neighboring island. How kind of fate to leave him with another water pool to jump into. He doesn’t have to think about what to do for too long, though, because that bumbling behemoth of a bird appears out of nowhere to push him over. Again.

Link is wringing out the water from his clothes after emerging from the pond when he spots a nearby Soldier Construct, which is great, because he’s frustrated enough to send it flying with one knock of the stick he recently acquired. This frustration also comes in handy for the two Soldier Constructs further down the path, which he decides to take out with two nearby boulders that sit at the top of a small cliff. While the climb up to it is a little annoying, he gets more of those orbs and a much, much longer stick. Though he isn’t quite sure what he’ll be able to use it for.

Eventually, he makes it to a long set of stairs. Another tedious climb, but he’s seen worse.

This Temple of Time is in much better shape than the one that Link is familiar with. It boasts four levels with stone that have been polished to a pristine white. The carvings, Link notes, are eerily reminiscent of the Zonai ruins that he had come across during his time spent traversing Hyrule.

He walks up to the glowing ring on the stone door and readies his hand to activate it so he can finally leave this place and find Zelda—

But it rejects him with a firm zap to his arm. His arm is glowing again, only this time that annoying voice is speaking from behind him.

“That door will open only to those with sufficient power—"

He sees a faint yet recognizable glow reflected on the door, and Link jumps, because what the hell is it with these men and their incessant need to sneak up on him post-mortem? Link’s eye bags are beginning to drag, and that mushroom he ate earlier is starting to mess with his stomach, and he swears he can see that aggravating bird circling overhead again.

So he whirls around and chucks his long stick right at that dead man’s face.

—

>> next chapter

#tloz #tears of the kingdom #the legend of zelda #link #zelda #ao3 #archive of our own #tloz fanfic #totk fanfic #loz totk #in due time

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offbookkeeping · 1 year ago

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2. Sham Wowowow with Mary Holland

plot summary:

a young girl named Mindy desperately wants to be the shamwow salesperson in the mall but her mother Claire doesn't understand her dreams. Claire tries on her new pair of glasses and magically sees Mindy as a famous shamwow salesperson. meanwhile, her husband Hank is in a chili's talking to some really annoying waitresses, Bev and Carole, who really want him to order a presidente margarita. Gunter and his father Dieter, two very intense German men, are discussing a very exciting opportunity, the shamwow demo auditions. Dieter is kind of abusive and frequently belittles Gunter. He also refuses to let Gunter call him father. Gunter is forced to press his palms into his eyes until his eyes are coated in blood and he can no longer see. The two men meet their neighbor Olivia and Dieter notices that his son has taken a liking to her and instantly disapproves. He dislikes how happy and easy going she is and asks her to never speak to them again. Bev and Carole have an existential crisis about how they don't know what they did wrong and how they don't know why Hank doesn't like them. Mindy goes to the Shamwow auditions and Gunter tells her that she doesn't have what it takes to succeed and they sort of... sing at each other. The shamwow people are finished with their applications and Gunter is just about to be announced as the winner when Mindy runs on stage and performs. Her parents and Gunter are wowed (shamwowed lol) and Dieter accepts his son for how he is. The manager of chili's orders a nationwide supply of shamwow and Mindy gets the job

best quotes:

• "why are you blushing? it brings shame to your face and shame to me"

• "you are very nice and cheerful and it is easy to talk to you. please stay away from me and my son forever."

•"what do we're doing wrong?!"

"ohmygod can i tell you what you're doing wrong?"

best songs:

• you want a man (also a boy)

thoughts overall:

Honestly I kind of dislike this episode? I mean it's not bad it's just not that great. I don't have that many thoughts it's just one of those episodes that kind of gives me second hand embarrassment. also i still don't know what shamwows are

#off book podcast #jess mckenna #off book #jessica mckenna #zach reino #zach and jess #zachary reino #mary holland #shamwow #off book ep 2 shamwowowow with mary holland #off book ep 2

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jungshookz · 4 years ago

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cee cee i have an idea!!! what about Cool and Cultured bookshop owner! tae and dorky y/n walking past the store everyday and one day goes in and strikes a conversation about a fancy book like catcher in the rye and talks about the symbolism of rye in the book and tae's like :0 das wildly inaccurate but you're kinda cute so here's my number so we can talk more about rye and y/ns like :0

➺ pairing; kim taehyung x reader

➺ genre; wowowow handsome & well-read bookkeeper!taehyung, fluff!!!! the kind of fluff that makes you feel like you’re wrapped up in a warm blanket sipping on a mug of hot chocolate on a nice autumn’s day when the leaves are just starting to turn red and orange, y/n’s kind of a dummy but in a very loveable kind of way, featuring namjoon the (sort of) wingman

➺ wordcount; 6.2k

➺ summary; the catcher in the rye? oh, sure - of course you know that book! it’s about catching loaves of bread, right?

➺ what to expect; “i called it catch her in the eye, joon.”

➺ note; our (first??) drabble of the month as voted by you guys! i finished writing this the day after it was decided that bookkeeper!tae was the winner because that’s how excited i was about him >:-) enjoy!

»»————-　➴　————-««

“and… open your eyes!” you exclaim, throwing your arms up into the air excitedly as namjoon takes his hands away from his eyes

he blinks owlishly before looking up and-

“you brought me to a bookstore!” he gasps, a smile immediately spreading over his features as he claps his hands together, “oh, this is great! usually, you bring me to those awful rock-climbing places, or that horribly violent paintball gun place, and even when you brought me to the movie theatre the tickets were for that gory r-rated horror movie-”

“okay, let’s not get carried away-” you hold a finger out to shut namjoon up before he can list out moRe reasons as to why you seem more like you hate him instead of love him, “the point is: this time, i brought you to a bookstore!” you smile proudly before crossing your arms

not to toot your own horn or anything but you did a pretty good job with this surprise

you even did tons of research to find the best bookstores in the city!!

which was difficult because namjoon’s been to like.,,. EVERY bookstore in the city

but not this one!

to be fair, it was a long forty-five minute car ride to get here so you understand why he’s never come out here himself

“…this isn’t like… a weird bookstore or anything, right?” namjoon narrows his eyes in suspicion before taking a step back and looking up at the name of the store again

the secret garden

oh!!!!

like the book!!!!

how clever :D

“what do you mean?” you frown, placing your hands on your hips before glancing back up at the name as well

the secret garden

kind of a lame name for a bookstore

“like a…” namjoon trails off before clearing his throat, “you know, like a bookstore that’s actually a sex dungeon or something like that-”

“ew!” you immediately make a face before shaking your head quickly, “wha- why would you even say that?!”

“well, i don’t know!” namjoon holds his hands up in defence, “i’ve never been to this bookstore before-!”

“this is a regular ol’ bookstore, joon. i promise!” you clap your hands on his shoulders before giving him a squeeze, “just the way you like it! old, dusty, and full of nothing but boring books.”

namjoon beams

that’s exactly what he likes to hear

see, today is your seven year friendaversary with namjoon

you guys have known each other since middle school and noW the two of you are in your final year of university which is crazy

and so, for the past seven years, you’ve gone out on this day to celebrate your beautiful friendship because honestly you’ll take whatever excuse to go to a restaurant to try to get free dessert (“yeah, we’re celebrating our anniversary! so, i’ll take three orders of your chocolate lava cake-”)

you guys usually take turns where one year one of you will plan an entire day of fun activities for the other, and then the next year, the other person will do it because that seems like a relatively fair system

last year, namjoon took you to this cute pottery place and you ended up making these adorable matching friendship mugs

they’re both a little lopsided but that’s just part of their charm!!

namjoon painted his a beige-brown and you painted yours a BRIGHT purple and then you traded mugs (so that when he comes over to your apartment, he has his mug, and when you go over to his apartment, you have your mug!)

he also insisted that you guys carve your guys’ initials on the bottom of yours and draw a heart around it which you thought was a little much but you are… very fond of namjoon so you’d jump off a cliff if he asked you to

admittedly, most of the things that you’ve planned during your years have been catered to your own personal desires so you’ve been a little unfair but namjoon’s always been too much of a sweetheart to say anything about it

and for the most part, he’s a pretty good sport even though it’s blatantly obvious that he’d rather chop a toe off than spend the afternoon doing your chosen activity

the last time it was your turn two years ago, you took him to a go-cart track and spent the entire two hours practically driving circles around him because he was driving like ten kilometres an hour

the only reason why he wasn’t driving like one is supposed to drive on a go-cart track (i.e. like a maniac) is because he was worried that if he went too fast he’d get a ticket or something

and kim namjoon does not get speeding tickets

not on the real road and most certainly not on a man-made road either!

for the record, he definitely didn’t appreciate you calling him a slowpoke and telling him to eat my dust, bitch! and he still brings it up from time to time whenever he wants to guilt you into doing something with him (“i’m not switching muffins with you. it’s not my fault you don’t like yours!” “…hey, remember that time you called me a slowpoke and told me to-” “take the muffin.”)

anyways

he’s glad that this is just a normal bookstore and that he doesn’t have to worry about whether or not one of your activities is going to end in him losing a limb for the first time

what a wonderful way to end the day!!

actually, you guys still have to grab dinner after this where you’ll try to squeeze as many free desserts out of the restaurant as possible as per usual so this is a wonderful way to almost end the day

the little bell hanging above the door chimes as the two of you step in and almost immediately you’re greeted with the warm smell of what you’re pretty sure is hot chocolate??

“i love this place already.” namjoon breathes out, his jaw dropping in awe, “i wanna live here!”

“okay, keep it in your pants-” the door starts to shut and you nudge namjoon forward to keep from getting your butt nipped by the door

you don’t even get a chance to say anything else before namjoon suddenly darts off

so much for keeping it in his pants

you pause when you get a good look at the place

huh

for some reason you feel like a lot of instagram pictures have been taken here

it’s obviously an antique place but it’s like one of those trendy antique places

a brass chandelier hangs from the ceiling, the (fake) candles casting a golden glow over the entire store

there’s a spiral staircase that curls up to the second floor

the walls are covered with floor to ceiling shelves stacked with, duh, books, but even for what you thought would just be a dusty old bookstore… it’s pretty nice in here!

there’s even an archway in the centre of the place that leads to what looks like a pretty cozy reading space for customers which is a nice touch

and there are people sipping on mugs of hot chocolate too!!!

you can’t help but wonder if you need to be reading a book in order to get a mug of cocoa

you like the hot chocolate part but you’re not as excited about the reading part

“y/n, come on!” you look over to see namjoon - who already has three books cradled in his arms - waving you over enthusiastically, “check it out! it’s a vintage boxed set of the chronicle of narnia series! and they’re leatherbound-“ he practically moans before nudging you towards it, “help me take it out?”

“narnia?” you snort, tilting your head so you can look at the titles pressed into the spine of the book, “isn’t narnia, like… for kids?”

the last time you read the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe was when you had to read it for a book report in like the fourth grade

you glance over your shoulder to look at namjoon who now has an unimpressed frown on his face

“what??”

“…you insult me.” he sniffles, “just help!”

you roll your eyes playfully before turning back to pull the thick set out of the shelf and-

“hello!”

“-!”

the sudden sound of a stranger’s voice nearly makes you drop the set but you manage to prop the edge of the box back up onto the shelf before it falls and breaks all the bones in your foot

you turn to look at whoever-

oh my

hello indeed

“welcome to the secret garden.” he smiles kindly, tilting his head at you, “did you need any help with that, miss?”

oh good god

his voice makes you feel like you’re wading through a river of warm caramel

and you’d happily let yourself drown in that river

two seconds go by where you don’t respond at all and instead you continue staring at mr. caramel with very obvious hubba-hubba eyes

“i think we’re good, thank you!” namjoon clears his throat, elbowing your back gently before offering a smile of his own

“oh, alright! well, my name’s taehyung,” taehyung reaches up to adjust his glasses, “please let me know if you need assistance of any kind - i’ll just be up at the front. if you’re just here to relax and read, i’d be happy to whip up two mugs of hot chocolate for the two of you!”

“awesome! thank you.” namjoon nods all while you continue smiling at taehyung dazedly

he waits until taehyung disappears before turning back and looking at you

“…what’s wrong with you?”

“i’m good, thank you…” you whisper your very delayed response and namjoon moves his head so that he’s blocking your view when you lean back a little to try to look at taehyung sitting behind the front counter, “holy moly. i’d let him explore my secret garden-”

“oh, now look who can’t keep it in their pants-“

“hey, you should look at this as a good thing!” you grunt as you adjust the hefty box in your arms, “now i’ll willingly drive you back here… whenever you want.”

namjoon’s eyes immediately light up

»»————-　➴　————-««

you and namjoon end up returning to the bookstore about two weeks later

last time, namjoon wanted to stay longer (and so did you, honestly) buT you were pretty close to losing your dinner reservations and you weren’t about to give up your free chocolate lava cake just to stare at the cute bookkeeper from afar like a creep

so you had to leave!

namjoon ended up leaving with the boxed set and a couple other books so suffice to say, he was pretty happy

and when you suggested visiting the bookstore again this week… well, namjoon had to jump on that opportunity, didn’t he??

you?? offering to take him to a bookstore?? again??

you’re obviously only using him as an excuse to go into the bookstore so you can spend hours watching taehyung like a weirdo but he’ll take it

namjoon hums happily as he takes a sip of his hot chocolate before licking a little bit of whipped cream off his top lip

he wonders if taehyung would be willing to share the recipe to it because this is honestly the best hot chocolate he’s ever had

namjoon looks up from his book when he hears you let out a sigh for the tenth time in the last two minutes

oh god

look at you!

“oh… and he’s good with kids, too?” you sigh blissfully as you prop your elbow up on the arm of the sofa chair before leaning your cheek against your fist

you watch fondly as taehyung gets down on one knee, holding two fists out for a little girl

she taps his right hand shyly before quickly wrapping her arms back around her mom’s leg, peeking at him from behind it shyly

taehyung flips his wrist around and uncurls his fingers to reveal a single caramel, his face lighting up briefly as she takes it from his open palm into her little hand

“i don’t know why you can’t just go up and talk to him-” namjoon snorts at how lovestruck you look before peering around the corner of the archway to look at taehyung too, “it’s not a big deal. he’s really nice!”

“i can’t just go up and talk to him. are you kidding me?” you frown, shaking your head, “what am i supposed to say??”

“tell him you need help finding a book!” namjoon states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world (because it is) before slapping the book on his lap shut, “just out of curiosity - what book would you ask him to help you find?”

you lean back against the sofa chair before twisting your lips in thought

book?

what book…

what was the last book you read…?

ooh!

“esio trot!” you perk up, namjoon’s eyebrows knitting together in confusion because he has no idea what just came out of your mouth-

“esio- oh my god, esio trot as in the roald dahl children’s novel??” namjoon frowns, “no! you can’t go up to taehyung and ask him to help you find esio friggin’ trot-”

“okay, you don’t see me making fun of you for buying what you bought last week, mr. chronicles of narnia-”

“you did make fun of me!” namjoon gawks, “in fact, you’re still making fun of me for it-” he waves his hand to cease the conversation, “listen to me. from the very few times that i’ve spoken to taehyung, it’s clear that he’s… cultured, you know?”

“cultured… like yogurt.” you joke, slapping your own knee gently, “get it?? because yogurt is cultured? cultured yogurt??”

namjoon resists the urge to roll his eyes

see?

this is exactly what he’s talking about

“…yes, y/n. i get it. anyways, as i was saying- taehyung is just very…” namjoon kisses his teeth as he tries to think of how to phrase his words, “…well-read… intelligent… scholarly… refined…”

you tilt your head in curiosity as namjoon continues listing out a bunch of snooty sounding adjectives

wait a minute

“are you-” you scoff, straightening up in your seat, “are you calling me dumb??”

hey!!

you’re not dumb!!!

it’s not like books are super complicated to figure out or anything

all you have to do is read what’s inside of it and you certainly know how to read!!!

and sure, sometimes you still don’t know if receive is spelt receive or recieve or if business is spelt buisness or biusness, but that doesn’t mean that you’re dumb!!

“no, no, i’m not calling you dumb!” namjoon shakes his head quickly, “i’m just saying that if you had a choice, you would choose a movie over a book-”

“well, yeah - obviously i would choose a movie over a book.” you snort, “why would i waste eight hours reading tiny little words on stiff white pages when i could be watching a movie that compresses the entire story in a convenient one hour and a half??”

“i’m your friend, and i don’t want to watch you make a fool of yourself!” namjoon argues, “because if you do, then you’ll be too embarrassed to ever come back here again, which means that i’ll never be able to come back here again-”

“what’s stopping you from coming here by yourself?”

“because every time i tell you that i’m going to the bookstore, you’re going to ask me a bunch of taehyung related questions when i get back-”

okay

that’s a fair point

that sounds like something you would do for sure

“alright, fine!” you huff before crossing your arms, “what book do you suggest i go up there and ask him to help me find?”

namjoon twists his lips in thought

hm…

“catch her in the eye!” you chirp, folding your hands behind you book as you smile brightly at taehyung

namjoon feels his own face flush at how confidently you just said that and he immediately slaps a hand over his mouth to keep himself from screaMING

he told you to ask taehyung to help you find the catcher in the rye

NOT CATCH HER IN THE EYE

“the catcher in the rye?” taehyung nods, “sure! of course i can help you find the catcher in the rye.” he returns a smile as he steps out from behind the counter, “follow me, please!”

you shoot namjoon a big thumbs up and a faT grin as you pass by the entrance of the archway and he gives you a weak one in return before turning back and slumping against the couch

oh boy

…he’s never going to come back to this beautiful bookstore, is he?

“you were here about two weeks ago, weren’t you?” taehyung asks as he looks over his shoulder, the two of you trotting up the spiral staircase, “with your… boyfriend, right? you guys bought the boxed narnia set.”

“hm? oh!” you let out a little laugh, “yes, that was us, but joon- namjoon’s just my friend. um, that day was actually our seven-year friendaversary and he’s a real dork for books so i thought it’d be nice to bring him here-”

it’s in that moment that you suddenly hear namjoon’s voice in your head reminding you that you’re supposed to act like yoU like reading too

“i mean-” you clear your throat, “i, too, really like books, so i- you know, it was a mutually pleasant experience for the both of us t-to be here-” you chuckle nervously

hopefully you were able to save your own ass there

that was a close call!!

you trail behind taehyung as the two of you weave in and out of the bookshelves

you didn’t get a chance to come up to the second floor last week

but it’s surprisingly nice up here!!

there’s a lone sofa chair in the corner with a little coffee table sitting next to it

very nice for customers who prefer to read alone

“ah, well, that’s very thoughtful of you!” taehyung nods before suddenly pausing, “i’m so sorry-” he spins around and you nearly bump into his chest but you manage to stop yourself just in time, “i just realised i never got your name.”

“y/n. i’m- i’m y/n.” you stick your hand out quickly for him to shake

you feel a little zap! travel from your fingertips to the rest of your body as soon as taehyung takes your hand in his

he gives you a gentle shake before squeezing your hand lightly and then letting go, “well, it’s very nice to meet you, y/n. now, give me a second to find the catcher in the rye for you…”

taehyung turns to thumb through the books on the shelf and you feel your heart flutter in your chest as how pretty he looks from the side

wowie

you can’t help but take your bottom lip in between your teeth as you continue to admire taehyung’s features from the soft swoosh of his hair to the rosy pink of his lips

how can one man be so pretty?

“ah- here we are!” taehyung pulls a book out of the shelf and you quickly snap yourself out of your daze, “the catcher in the rye… a novel by j.d. salinger.” he hands it to you and you take it before blinking down at the cover

…the catcher in the rye?

what happened to catch her in the eye???

“it’s a great book.” taehyung hums, “have you read it before?”

“oh, i… i have!” you scoff, making a face, “duh, of course i have. i mean, it’s… you know, it’s such a… um, a powerful novel…” you clear your throat before reaching up to scratch the back of your neck, “i mean, the last time i read it was actually in… high school… so… you know, i’ve forgotten most of the details but i figured it’d be nice to get a refresher, you know?”

(you never read this in high school.)

((you just made namjoon summarise the entire book to you in the form of a poorly drawn stickman comic and even then you still didn’t fully understand the story.))

“absolutely! there’s nothing wrong with revisiting old friend from the past,” taehyung chuckles lightly, “in fact, i was reading animal farm the other day- what kind of literature do you typically read?”

you press your lips together tightly

oh god

namjoon didn’t prepare you for additional questions

literature??

quick!

what kind of literature do you typically read??

…

tell him you read all kinds of literature!

that sounds like a legitimate answer, right?

“i... read… all-”

you’re cut off by the sound of a bell chiming from below and you let out a breath of relief when taehyung scurries past you to peer over the balcony

“i’ll be right there!” he holds a finger up at the customer waiting by the front counter before spinning around to face you again, “was there anything else you needed, y/n?”

“wha- i-” you stammer, unable to come up with a non-creepy reason to keep him up here with you, “no! no, this was-” you give the front cover a hearty slap, “this was all i needed-”

“perfect!” taehyung claps his hands together, “well, let me know. you know where i am!”

he disappears down the staircase before you even get a chance to thank him

the smell of his cologne lingers in the air as you make your way down the staircase and you can’t help but beat yourself up over how your interaction with taehyung went

it wasn’t a bad interaction or anything

in fact, you think you did a pretty good job at acting like a bookworm!!

it’s just that…

you don’t think it was a particularly memorable interaction for taehyung

that was just a typical customer interaction for him

you were supposed to charm him!!!

impress him!!

sweep him off his feet!!!

tickle his brain!!

“hey, buddy…” namjoon coos as you plop back down on the sofa chair, “how… did it go?”

he’s afraid to hear your answer because it certainly looks like it didn’t go super well

damnit

he knows this moment is about you but now he’s thinking about how he’ll probably never be able to taste this delicious hot chocolate ever again

“got the book.” you grumble, tossing it onto the coffee table before shaking your head, “i called it catch her in the eye, joon.”

“yeah, i… uh, i heard you.” namjoon nods understandingly, crossing one leg over the other before leaning back against the couch, “i don’t think he heard you say that, though! i mean, he knew what you were looking for right away.”

namjoon knows you well enough to see that you’re currently spiralling down a self-pity hole right now

oh boy

“hey, you know what’ll make you feel better?” he leans forward to give your knee a comforting squeeze

“what?”

“how about i buy this for you so you can read it and fully impress taehyung next time with your newfound knowledge-“ namjoon points to the book you’ve abandoned on the table, “and then we can go for chocolate lava cake!”

your eyes widen slightly

“free chocolate lava cake?”

“no, not free-“ namjoon snorts, getting up from the couch before reaching back to pick up his bag, “i mean, i’ll pay for it. my treat! so, yeah. i guess it’s kinda free for you.”

“that sounds nice!” your frown is almost instantaneously replaced by a grin, “if i get more free things from you just for being sad, i’m going to be sad more often-”

“what?? no! do not pretend to be sad just to get me to pay for things-”

taehyung glances over from the front counter when he hears a twinkly laugh and he can’t help but smile lightly at the sight of you giggling away in the sofa chair

your nose scrunches slightly as you let out a little snort and he presses his lips together to keep himself from beaming too wide

y/n, huh? cute.

»»————-　➴　————-««

(taehyung can’t stop thinking about you and your absurdly cute face.)

»»————-　➴　————-««

it’s another two weeks later that you come back to the secret garden - but this time, you come alone.

and to be honest, you… don’t know if this was a good idea or not

because joon was with you for the last two times and you were definitely using him as a security blanket so now you feel like you’re about to dive into the deep end of the pool without any floaties

you were going to ask if he wanted to come with you but you felt like this was something that you had to do alone

you swallow thickly as you tuck your car keys into your pocket

namjoon can’t be your bookworm wingman forever, right?

the store is almost suspiciously quiet as you step in, the little bell ringing above your head as per usual

your classes ended a little later today which is why you weren’t able to come in the afternoon

pluS you had to find a way to get namjoon to go home without you without raising any eyebrows so that sucked up a little more of your time

you were going to tell him that you were going to stay on campus to study at the library but even you couldn’t believe that

so you told him that you had a group project to work on which was why you couldn’t have dinner with him tonight!

you jump in surprise when the door suddenly slams shut behind you from the breeze

it’s a little chillier now that it’s november but it’s nice that you get to wear cozy cardigans and snuggly sweaters now

“i’ll be right there!”

you hear taehyung’s voice ring out from the second floor and you swallow your nerves as you stand up a little straighter

fake it till you make it, right?

i love books

i love books so much

i love books so much that i would fuck a book if i could!

...okay, maybe not that one.

you glance around the store - there doesn’t seem to be anyone else here

which makes sense because the sign says that the store closes at 7pm on weekdays and it’s…

6:50

wow

so you’RE the asshole who comes into the place ten minutes before closing time

good one!

“so sorry for the wait, i was just-” taehyung pauses on the steps, his face immediately lighting up when he sees you, “oh, y/n!”

“hi!” you chirp before reaching up to scratch the back of your neck, “sorry i came ten minutes before you’re supposed to close… i wanted to come earlier, but i had a thing…”

“oh, don’t even worry about it!” taehyung snorts, tossing the dirty rag over his shoulder, “i was just doing some dusting…”

you feel your mouth go drY as soon as you notice what he’s wearing

he’s wearing a henley tee (except all the buttons are undone and aLso he has his sleeves pushed up to his elbows), dark wash jeans, and a pair of tattered black converse sneakers

it’s just the casualness of it all that makes it so sexy

“so, what can i help you with tonight?” taehyung tosses the rag onto the counter before pushing his glasses back down from the top of his head

he adjusts them slightly before blinking at you and you find it awfully cute that his doe eyes now look a little bigger through the thick lenses

what can he help you with tonight?

…yeah, what can he help you with tonight?

the downside of not telling namjoon about your solo mission is the fact that namjoon’s usually the one who plans every little detail out for you

and you just came here on a whim

you don’t have a plan

you don’t have a plan at all!

your plan was to just come to the bookstore to see taehyung because you wanted to see taehyung

“i…”

“oh, by the way-” taehyung perks up suddenly, “how was your little trip down memory lane with the catcher in the rye?”

the catcher in the rye?

the catcher in the rye!!!

ah! yes!!

that’s definitely something to talk about!

…wait a second

you-

you didn’t read the book

oh god

you had two weeks to read the book and you didn’t read the book

almost immediately you feel your anxiety sPike back up and you can’t help but scold yourself for not bringing namjoon along with you

if namjoon was here, you’d just get him to say all the main points and you’d stand right next to him throwing in the occasional ‘yes, very good point!’ and ‘of course, i completely agree’ every now and then!

“the catcher in the rye!” you blurt out, suddenly aware that you haven’t spoken in like ten seconds, “i- yes! the book was- it was great. i thoroughly enjoyed it. i would definitely read it again!”

“hey, that’s great!” taehyung laughs lightly, “you know- i mean, i have to ask because i always ask this question to people who’ve read it- what do you think the main theme of it is?” taehyung hums, “because i’ve always thought it focused a lot on alienation, you know? i mean, a loss of innocence is obviously another theme, what, with holden wanting to be sheltered from the harshness of adult life- i really think it can actually be seen as some kind of social commentary… like a critique of the superficiality in society-”

“of course, i completely agree!” you nod furiously, “those are very good points-”

“i’m sorry, i’m probably sucking up all the oxygen in the room-” taehyung smiles sheepishly before shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, “so what do you think?”

if there was ever a moment for a black hole to appear in the floor and swallow you whole… you’d want for it to happen right now.

actually, you’d want it for it to happen whilst you were driving to the bookstore so that you wouldn’t have even gotten the chance to say hi to taehyung

“i think… well, i… first of all, i agree completely with everything that you just said about aliens and… you know, a loss of innocence and how hard adult life is…” you stumble over your words, your face beginning to flush from how idiotic you probably sound, “i just… i have to talk about my favourite part in the book! you know, the part where holden- holden, that’s the name that you just mentioned- he… he does such a great job at catching those loaves of bread. i thought that part was hilarious.”

you clear your throat at the end of your mini-review

taehyung’s eyes flicker slightly and for a second you think you’re in danger of being called out for obviously noT having read the book but…

he nods slowly and brings his hand up to stroke his chin thoughtfully, “i mean… yeah. i completely agree! that part always gets me! why don’t you go on? i’m interested in hearing more of your thoughts.”

oh!

hey, would you look at that??

phEW

maybe you’re better at improvising than you thought you were

now knowing that you’re on the right track gives you a booST of confidence and you give yourself a mental pat on the back

you can’t wait to tell namjoon about this

he’s going to be so proud of you!!

you grin before nodding enthusiastically, “of course! i have a lot of thoughts to share on the book. i mean, i personally think it was an interesting choice on the author’s part to choose rye as the main ingredient, because he had… so many other options that he could’ve gone with! and also - did he go with light rye or dark rye?? because throughout the entire novel, he never actually specifies what kind of rye bread he’s referring to-”

taehyung leans back against the counter and crosses his arms, smiling politely as he continues to listen to your rye bread rant

it’s obvious that you definitely didn’t read the book but he was genuinely curious as to what you would be able to pull out of your ass which was why he asked you to go on

he doesn’t think anyone’s ever gone into a full-blown ramble about how the catcher in the rye is actually a narrative on the benefits on rye bread for lil ol’ him before

but, for the record…

it’s really cute how much effort you’re putting into your analysis to try to impress him

“i’m sorry, i need to- i need to interrupt you-” taehyung giggles, cutting you off right as you’re about to dive into a discussion about the number of loaves holden caught in the novel, “as much as i would love to hear more… everything that’s coming out of your mouth is wildly inaccurate, y/n.”

what

...

oh my god.

“wh-” your throat goes dry and you choke a little, “what?”

“be honest- did you read the book?” taehyung asks flat-out and you feel your cheeks burning up again

uh-oh

“i…”

okay

forget it

you can’t do this anymore!

it’s too stressful!!!!

“…no.” you press your lips together before shooting taehyung a sheepish grin, “there’s no catching loaves of bread in the novel, is there?”

“not even one loaf.”

“oh, god-” you groan quietly, reaching up to cover your hot face with your hands at the realisation that you just very confidently ranted about the importance of rye bread in this novel for the past five minutes, “not even one?!”

mortifying!

absolutely mortifying!!!!

well

it’s time to tell namjoon to find a new favourite bookstore because you are nevER bringing him back here agai-

“hey, it’s totally fine!” taehyung laughs lightly, stepping closer to you so that he can pry your hands away from your flushed face, “i actually think it’s really impressive how long you can go talking about bread-”

“you let me- you knew that i hadn’t read the book yet you let me continue talking about bread-?!” you gawk, taehyung now bursting into a full-blown chortle as he throws his head back, “how could you??”

“i couldn’t help it!!” taehyung wheezes, reaching up to flick a stray tear away, “i’m sorry! i’m sorry, really, i am-”

even when he’s laughing at you, your stomach can’t help but feel fluttery

“you’re lucky you’re pretty-” you snort, shaking your head gently, “otherwise i would be way more mad at you…”

taehyung’s laughs dwindle down into light chuckles and you swallow thickly when he takes a small step closer

“you’re lucky you’re pretty.” he retorts playfully, reaching over to move a strand of hair away from your eyes with his pinky finger, “otherwise i wouldn’t have let you talk my ear off about bread for five whole minutes…”

...he thinks you’re pretty?

“oh yeah?” you challenge, reaching over to jab your finger into his chest

taehyung reaches up to wrap his fingers around your wrist before offering you a particularly boyish smirk, “mm, yeah.”

you don’t miss the way his eyes flicker down to your lips for a split second and you know it’s way too soon but you really want him to just lean down and kiss you…

“hey, do you like dessert?” taehyung pulls away suddenly before turning to make his way behind the counter

“de- dessert?” you ask dumbly, still a little dazed from... that

what was that?!

“mhm!” tae leans down slightly and flips a couple of switches underneath the counter, the chandelier light shutting off first before the other little lights begin to switch off as well, “there’s a little diner about a block away that makes really good strawberry cheesecakes.”

“i love dessert!” you nod, “and strawberry cheesecake sounds really yummy.”

“good! in that case, would you be interested in sharing a slice of cheesecake with me and perhaps delving deeper into your rye-based analysis?” taehyung teases as he grabs his coat off the back of his chair, his keys jingling in his hands

you snort lightly

“i would love to share a slice of cheesecake with you but i refuse to embarrass myself further, so we’re going to have to find something else to talk about-”

taehyung holds the door open for you and you immediately shiver as you step out, the chilly air a stark contrast from the warmth of tae’s cozy store

you jolt in surprise when taehyung reaches down and slips his fingers in between yours (which he later explains he only did because his hand was cold and definitely noT because he just really really wanted to hold your hand) before beginning to tug you along next to him

“well, we can talk about the fact that you thought the name of the book was catch her in the eye-”

“i knew you heard me! i knew it!!”

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

why don’t you explore the rest of the library while you’re here?

or perhaps you want something shorter to read?

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misformarvel · 4 years ago

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The intern.

Summary: on his first day as an actual intern in Stark Industries, Peter meets a very special person.

A/N: lol idk I just thought about it and decided to start a new fic instead of reading Argentina’s Supreme Court jurisprudence as I should.

Warnings: Peter Parker. *unfinished, i just opened the drafts and felt like posting* * grammar might be awful, english isn’t my first language*

“Alright kid, I think that’s all you need to know. Any questions?”.

“No, no, I got this. Thank you, Mr. Stark. About this, I mean, it’s hard for me to hide things from May so being here can help, you know...”

“Yes, yes Mr. Parker. You’re a Stark Industries official intern now and your aunt can come in to bring you lunch or a sweater, whatever. Listen, Pete. I’m a very busy man and although I’d love to spent my day showing you this place I’ve got some, you know, busy man stuff to do. But don’t worry little man, you’ll be in good hands”.

Peter shut his eyes and mentally prayed for that person not to be Happy Hogan. He wanted to explore Stark Industries, learn things, experiment even. Happy wasn’t the kind of “nanny” who would let him do this sort of things.

“Peter this is Miss Y/N/LN, Pepper’s assistant and your guide for the rest of the day. Please don’t annoy her” Tony waved them and vanished, leaving the two youngsters alone.

“So, that’s an introduction”. Her voice was soft but with an overwhelming security, and her giggles contagious. I’ve seen an angel, Peter thought. “You can call me Y/N, can I call you Peter?”.

Peter freeze. “Y-yes, I-I’m P-Parker. Peter Parker” he nervously mumbled, extending a sweaty hand to the cute girl.

She assented. “Yes, I know. I’m sorry but things can go a bit weird, I’ve done something like a “research” so I may know some things about you. I really hope you don’t find it creepy or anything it’s just part of my job. Pepper, I mean, Miss Potts, she, she told me I had to guide you on your first day and...” Y/N talked fast and was unintentionally cracking her fingers. Her eyes traveled all around the room trying to avoid making contact with Peter’s, but when they did, she stopped talking and faced him directly, a little bit embarrassed. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I’m rambling again”.

“It’s fine. I’m hella nervous too” Peter said, instantly regretting.

“Well, I’m not nervous I’m just a bit anxious and I know how important you are for Mr. Stark, and how important Mr. Stark is for Miss Potts and how she’ll kick me out if something goes wrong”.

“Wowowow, chill Y/N. It’s fine, just show me this place”. Peter didn’t even know from where this confident side of him came but felt great as soon as she smiled at him.

“Well Peter, this is the CEO’s office floor. That desk over there? I practically live there”. Peter adored the way her nose wrinkled (...)

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker fic #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfic

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krreader · 6 years ago

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YASS FRIEND OR FOE IS BACK. The world is slowly expanding and I’m loving it so much. My inner fantasy fangirl is having a blast right now. Thanky ou for always making such great job at all the fics you make

anonymous asked: i love friend or foe, its so good 🥺

anonymous asked: BITCH I WAS IN THE CAR WITH MY RELIGIOUS ASS AUNT AND I GOT THE NOTIFICATION AND ALMOST SCREAMED “fuCKiNg GOd!” I caught myself tho.

@sunnyoongles asked: i have no memory reading friend or foe but i feel like i did because it is just that bitch.

anonymous asked: Did you just update friend or foe!? Did you just do that!? You did not!! Wowowow this was. Like wow. Sorry I’m excited, your series are one of my favourites. I hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself. Thanks for being this beautiful talented soul and sharing with us. Stay healthy and stay beautiful ♥️♥️♥️

aaaah I’m so happy you all like it!!!! thank you guys, I appreciate it so much!

#awesome tag #dragongirl98765

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zeeph-yr · 6 years ago

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rules: answer 30 things about yourself and tag people you’d like to get to know better!!

I was tagged by: @attackongangtan (wowowow I'm honored ‼️‼️thanks love)

I tag: @misterlukas @luckykoya @flaurhals @roygbiv96 @kayshapeshifter @mezzelfa-tolkieniana (obvs do it only if you want, I know you've got a lot on your plate. love you so much bubs💕)

nickname: The Great Powerful Meme Overlord, but just Al or Ali will do, peasants

pronouns: she/her

zodiac: cancer♋

height: 160 cm / 5'3" (we don't talk about it)

age: 22 (tho if you're asking about the mental age I'd say about 5)

time: like, what time is it right now?? why is this a question,, anygays, 14:55

favorite artist: (singer? painter? dancer?? what do y'all want) singer, BTS (duh), Seventeen, P!nk, Troye Sivan, Ed Sheeran, Queen- I've got quite a wide range of musical taste, the only genre I dislike is screamo. I wouldn't say I like a specific artist, but rather a specific song. As for illustrators, I'm in love with Xiao Tong Kong (https://velsmells.artstation.com/) and @/LordIzxy (on twt) painting styles and @/heygentlyplease (on twt) cartoonish style and bright colors! AND I'LL PUT MY FAVE DANCER BECAUSE I CAN AND I LOVE HER YES I'M TALKING ABOUT HALEY FITZGERALD like do y'all remember BlackPink's cover of Yonce?? Well she did the original and while BP did an amazing job Haley just blows my mind everytime!! Sorry for the ran, I just love her a lot😔✊

song stuck in my head: Youth, by Troye Sivan

last movie I saw: The Addams Family 2 (we goin✈️ nostalgia)

other blogs: I have one other blog only for BTS related stuff, it's @bts-is-ohana

do I get asks: NOPE which is Sad™ so don't be shy and throw whatever you got at me (send me memes and I'll love you forever *wink wink*)

why I chose my url: well, the one for this blog is just the id I use almost everywhere lol, while the other is self-explanatory I think. It's not my fault seven overgrown children made me fall in love with them and their bond uwu

following: 997 tumblrs uuhhh maybe I should clean up my dash,,

what am I wearing: jeans shorts and a red tee with the Dragonball logo- I had to get dressed to go outside this is so sad Alexa play Anpanman by bts

dream job: idk, I don't really have a dream job, but I'd like to be able to get in touch with many different cultures

dream trip: I'd love to visit Japan! Also China and Cratia, since I have some friends there I'd like to visit

favorite food: listen you can't just ask an italian this, they're gonna have a meltdown or smth. But I love fruits and vegetables, apart from pears🍐 and bell peppers

play any instruments: not really, I'm trying to learn how to play a lil bit of piano though

favourite song: depends on my mood, right now I'd say it's Tomorrow by bts. I just fell in love with the lyrics, I cried so hard the first time I read them dkjsjs

play(ed) any sports: what sports did I not play? I haven't tried skiing, athletics and boxing, but I did almost everything. Shame I never committed to any of them. I wish I'd continued dancing

hair color: light brown / reddish

language: my first language is Italian, but my English is not half bad

random fact: I have an obsession for notebooks and stationery in general, I buy them even if I don't need them pLEASE SAVE ME AND MY WALLET

describe yourself with an aesthetic: running through an empty street at night, messy hair, fluffy clouds, lazy morning with a warm cup of tea, rustling leaves, stained hands, blasting music when you're home alone at midnight, the sound of the night sky

#personal #about me #wow i wrote way too much sksks #sry #thanks so much for tagging me!#it was fun doing it

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ayzrules · 2 years ago

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Ahhhh I love the comparison of gon’s expression there!! You’re right, it does look more intense/impactful in the second version (and I love all the lil details of the blood & bruises!!! And his eyes!!!).

The color study is just beautiful, wowowow I adore the purples and jewel-tone vibe!!! You did a great job with alluka’s & I can’t wait to see the others if/when you make them! 🤩🤩

1 & 5 for artist end of the year ask game? <33

omg hi ayz 🥺 <3

1: Favorite drawing you did this year?

hmmm... the alluka color study I did recently! it was super fun and i love the colors :) I'm probably going to do more color studies soon w other hxh characters too

2: Favorite little detail in one of your drawings?

I have thought about this for sooo long, and I think I'm gonna have to go w gon's expression in this drawing because I was so close to posting a version with a less impactful expression

original vs after i went back and changed a few details:

tysm for asking!!!!!!! <33

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aggressivetapdancing · 7 years ago

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Race having a crush on you HC’s

requested by: Anon

Hope you enjoy!

•••

- Alrighty let’s get this started

- So you’d be a newsie obvi

- And on your first day on the job, Jack makes Race your selling partner

- All the boys would be like: “Ooooo he’s gonna get it.” And they’d all tease him and tell him to woo you and shit

- And Race would just approach you and all the guys would think he’d make some flirty comment

- Bc Race is kinda known for being a HUGE FLIRT at times

- But he doesn’t flirt with you to your surprise

- he’s just super flustered

- SMITTEN ASF

- And you’d be equally as flustered bc

- DAMN

- You’d think to yourself: he has such pretty eyes and his hair looks so soft and- AH Y/N NO ITS YOUR FIRST DAY HERE JUST SELL PAPES

- Anywaaays - You and Race would go and sell papes - And you’d kinda be bad at it lol - So Race would be all like: “Oh, here I’ll help you out.” - And he’d just be rlly helpful and shit - And you’re totally oblivious and you’d just think He’s tryna be nice - And after a week of selling, he’s officially your permanent selling partner - You both loved that since you both had developed a teensy crush on each other - Neither of you knew tho - CUZ YOURE BOTH OBLIVIOUS ASF - The guys would all tease him bc they all just kinda knew - Race would try to hide his feelings from you but - THE GUYS KNEW IT WAS SO OBVIOUS - For example: - Romeo would be all like: “Hey Race, what do you think of Y/N?” - Races face would go extremely red - “I-uh- I think she’s great! - “Just Great?” - “Uh- Yup. Very great. The greatest.” - “You- You don’t like her or anything right?” - Races face would go even redder - “No! Course not! We’s just friends! Why would you think that!” - The rest of the guys would be eavesdropping on the conversation - Romeo would just nod - “Alright, well if you’re not gonna ask her/him out, then I will.” - Race would then bounce up from where he was sitting and start yelling at poor Romeo - “NO! DONT! DONT ASK HER OUT!” - “W-what why?!” - “B-because- uh- I- um. She- she ain’t interested in you.” - “And how do you know that?” - “She-uh-told me- Yeah. She told me.”

- Romeo would just roll his eyes - “Alright then.” - MEANWHILE - It was a Saturday and you got a day off from selling papers - You were at a café with your new friend Katherine, who Jack recently introduced you to - And you were talking to each other about a bunch of random things until Race was suddenly the topic - “I’ve seen you with Race before. Don’t you sell papers with him?” - “Oh- yeah. He’s my selling partner.” - “Are you two a thing?????” - “What! No!” - Katherine just smirks - And then somehow she manages to get you to spill all your feelings for Race - She convinces you to wear one of her dresses the next day and you reluctantly say yes - TIME SKIP TO THE NEXT DAY - The morning bell just rung and all the guys were getting their papes from Weasel - And then you show up - And WOWOWOW - EVERYONES JAW DROPS - especially Race’s - All the guys would just look at you and then look at race and they’d all smirk - From that moment race knew he was whipped like damnnn - SELLING PAPES WAS SO HARD FOR HIM SINCE HE’D JUST BE STARING AT YOU THE WHOLE TIME

- For example: - “Race? You’ve sold like 2 of your papers... is everything okay?” - “Oh- um- yeah. Uh huh.” - “Oh- okay.” - You knew he was staring but you didn’t know he was staring at you - So you thought it was some other girl on the street - Later that day, you go over to Katherine’s place and then tell her how the dress didn’t get Race’s attention - So Katherine gives you a different idea: - Make him jealous - SHIT IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN FOLKS - The next day you decided to do exactly what Kath told you to do - It’s just an ordinary day and you’re selling papes - And this man, around your age just walks past and Race calls out a headline - The man comes towards you guys and Race tries to sell him the paper - But the man is kinda stubborn Sooo - You start to like play with the man’s tie and shit and be all flirty and seductive - And out of the corner of your eye you can see race’s jaw clench and he tightens his first - The man eventually buys the paper to your success - And you continue to flirt with other guys the whole day - Race is super super jealous but then he’s low key kinda sad bc - You were literally everything to him - And now he feels like he’s not good enough - And that made him angry and sad and confused - So at the end of the day, while you two were walking back he stops in his tracks and you do the same

- “Y/N?” - “Everything alright Race?” - And then he’d just shake his head no and start straight off rambling about how much you meant to him and how he really really really liked you and you’re heart just kinda exploded at this point bc - HE LIKES YOU - and he’s halfway into his rambling rant and you just kiss him - Which stops him immediately - “W-what? Why- I- but-“ - He’s all breathless and his face is pink and he’s giving you this cute small shy kinda smile - And you’d just laugh - “I like you. Just you. No one else.” - “I kinda figured that out already.” - You’d just roll your eyes and smile to yourself and he’d wrap his arms around your waist - Your arms are around his neck and you’re just in this comfortable silence - “Y/N?” - “Mmhm?” - “Kiss me agin, will ya?” - You just give him this giddy grin and kiss him again, this time, no rambling - You felt him smile into the kiss and your life is just damn complete at that moment

BONUS

- When you both walk back to the Lodging house hand in hand all the boys run up to you and start asking a bunch of questions - “Who kissed who first!” - “Did Y/N or Race confess first?!” - “Are you two a thing now?!” - And you both would just laugh and quickly answer the questions - Let’s just say, some newsies got some extra money tonight - You and Race just laugh and he kisses you on the cheek - “SHES MINE BOYS!” He’d announce and pump his fists in the air - She’s finally mine.

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MY MY ANOTHER LONG HC LIST

I’m gonna start writing imagines soon :))))

Anyways hope you liked this!!

- 🐸 (I realized they don’t have a green bean emoji so here’s a froggo instead)

#newsies x reader #racetrack #race #racetrack higgens #racetrack higgens x reader #race x reader #racetrack x reader #newsies

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harrystylescherry · 4 years ago

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I just read october and 🥺🥺🥺🥺 my heart was ACHING while reading that I’m so soft it was so beautiful WOWOWOW u did a great job 🥰🥰

Thank you❤️❤️❤️ i really love that one i have to say

#october #anon

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phoenixwwitch · 7 years ago

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When you get this, you need to say 5 things that you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)

Uhhhhhh,,,,, ok1) my music taste because wowowow I did a great job 2) my hair I guess, it’s red and naturally curly so it’s pretty3) my eyes they’re not a specific color all the time they change but they are mostly grey 4) How open I am to others, my friends would container me a mom because I will go to the ends of the earth for them5) my vibe, I’m chill most of the time and I’m just here to enjoy the moment and live

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australet789 · 7 years ago

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Fractal

Hi! I really want to apologize for taking too long to update this chapter. But uni was really stressful and i didnt have the inspiration to work on this chapter until a few days ago. It's not as long as the previous two but it's a regular one. I hope you enjoy it :D I finally wrote an interaction i wanted since the begginging

A shout out to @laney-of-the-stars (AO3 link here) for winning the mini contest i held here on tumblr!

Thanks to @lunalocura for being an amazing beta!

Summary: Chaos, besides its own natures, has a little order on it. Chaos, without order, leads to destruction itself. When the object holding the chaos of the world is damaged, maybe a little more than order is going to be needed to fix it. Abomination! AU

AO3

Chapter 5

When the cold air of the morning hits Marinette’s face she notices that it was the first time in weeks that she is early to school.

It wasn’t normally a bad habit of her. Really, she was only late the days after a night battle with one of Hawkmoth’s akumas (‘apparently a side effect of his miraculous is making him an insomniac. Are you sure he isn’t a vampire, Tikki?’) . Add to that the responsibilities of being the president of her class, homework, keeping up her grades, working on her designs, being a good daughter and still being there for her friends, if it wasn’t for her good stamina (and the traces of magic running through her body), she would have slept for a whole year.

So usually, she was as early as a normal student could be.

Today, though, it’s different.

Her mind goes through Chat’s words. He had called her, Ladybug her, around midnight. She was in her pajamas working in some sketches when Tikki announced to her that Chat was trying to contact her. She clearly remembered (and blushed at the thought) how she shouted “Transform me!” the moment her kwami ended her sentence. No one could had blamed her: it had been hours since she last talked to him and she had already lost hopes of him calling her back. She had already imagined all the worst possible scenarios.

She had been maybe a little bit too eagerly when she answered her yo-yo.

The conversation went too quickly for her taste —and considering how Chat normally acted, it shouldn’t have been that short—: he accepted being looked over by Marinette (she had to reassure him that yes, Marinette still wanted to help) but only after school and if she was free to do it. He didn’t want to keep her from going out with her friends if she wanted to. And he would only stay until 9 in the night if needed. He ended the call promising he would behave for her because he was a gentleman and ‘you are the only woman in my mind, Buginette’ and, if anything, she would be the first to know if something happened (she had to invent an excuse of why Ladybug couldn’t be there as well when he suggested it. She went with the whole ‘two superheroes visiting a civilian would be too much. You can sneak out but I can be followed and we both know we don’t want that to happen’.)

She let out a sigh of relief the moment they both hung up and then she tried to sleep —after apologizing to Tikki, of course—. But she couldn’t. No matter how much she tried to clear her thoughts, there was something bothering her that wasn’t letting her rest. At 4 in the morning, she stopped battling against her lack of sleep and decided to take her time to prepare for school (and check some of her homework too).

In that moment she realized the cause of her insomnia: there was another blond she haven’t heard about. Not since Twinkle-Twister’s attack.

She promptly grabbed her phone and searched through her messages: the last message was one the day before Shockwave’s attack.

She really tried to not freak out about it. Surely there wasn’t anything to worry about. Adrien didn’t need to speak her every day. That’s what friends do, right? Something probably came up to him, something about his job. There wasn’t anything she need to be worry about!

But then she remembered how awful and sick he looked that day and how even with that he tried to help his friends. Sure she saved him from out of the dragon’s claws but was he really ok? What if something happened to him on that roof? What if his sickness was actually something worse? What if his father took him to a hospital and that’s why he hadn’t communicated with anyone?

And that’s how she ended up in front of the school door —after Tikki calmed her down—, checking her phone every single minute. She couldn’t take the risk of missing any message.

“Wowowow, are my eyes deceiving me?” a masculine voice says besides her. “Maybe it’s the light of the sun that is making me see things?”

Marinette jumps, surprised at the sudden presence, but then rolls her eyes when she recognizes who is speaking

“There’s no sun since we are close to w-“

“She finally speaks!” The voice continues, which only cause Marinette to glare at him “and she is looking at me too! What a wonderful day! Ladies and gentlemen, Petit Pain in person!”

At the mention of the nickname, she can’t pretend to be mad at him anymore. Instead, a laugh full of fondness and old memories surrounds the two teenagers.

“What?” he says, a toothy smile crossing his features.

She shakes her head. “Nothing. It’s just…it’s has been so long since you called me like that.”

“It has been really long since we talked like this.” Kim says. Marinette tries not to flinch at the comment.

“Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s ok. We are both at fault about it. I never tried to look for you. I know that at least you did.” He bites his lip. “I should be the one apologizing.”

“You don’t have to.” She reassures him.

Brow furrowed, he shakes his head this time. “But I want to. I want to do things right. Having a maniac inside my head put some things in perspective for me, you know?”

A pang of guilt hits her again.

“Hey, don’t sweat it, Marinette. You and I both know it wasn’t your fault”, Kim reiterates. “You didn’t humiliate me to our classmates and you weren’t the one who possessed me with a demonic butterfly.” He pauses. “Because you aren’t Hawkmoth, are you?”

It’s Kim’s turn to flinch, but in pain, when Marinette hits his arm with her fist.

“Ow! I’m hurt! I’m very much hurt!”

“You earned that.” She hisses, but a smile teases the corner of her lips.

“As your self-proclaimed brother, I deserve some respect.” He mumbles, running his hand over his injured arm

“Beat me in arm wrestling and then we’ll see.”

Kim pouts. “Oh, c’mon, you know that’s never going to happen.”

“Precisely.”

His even bigger pout makes her burst into giggles and for the first time in days, she feels some of her stress leaving her.

“But seriously, you tried to help me that day, Marinette. Heck, you are always helping!” He exclaims. “In fact, if I didn’t know you better I would say that you are trying to beat Ladybug in which of you can help more people.”

If Marinette had been drinking something, she would have probably spit everything over Kim’s face.

“Hahaha, oh, Kim you are so funny!” She hopes for him to not notice the fakeness in her voice. “Me?! Trying to be like Ladybug? Please! I would never!”

She tries to change the topic as quickly as she could.

“So…uhm…” Marinette stutters, “w-what are you doing here so early?”

He hums. “I’m waiting for Max. I usually run around the school before classes and he measures my time. But he is a little late today. Weird.”

‘He is not the only one’, she thinks, running her thumb over the screen of her phone.

For a moment none of them says anything. Marinette, for the sake of doing something, decides to check her messages once more. She feels Kim moving but she is too focused on looking at her mobile.

Nothing yet.

“Ahem!”

Marinette raises her head up and glances at Kim, who is sitting on the stairs, patting the spot next to him.

She cocks her head.

“C’mon! It’s pretty much obvious that something is bothering you. You can tell me.” He says, a smile still plastered over his face.

She hesitates for a second but then shrugs and sits next to her friend.

“There it is!” He exclaims, putting an arm around her shoulders and crushing her to his side. She lets out a little yelp. “Now, tell your dear brother what your problems are.”

“First of all”, she says, pushing his arm out of her shoulders, “I need to breathe.”

The young boy scratches the back of his head. “Sorry.”

“Anyway”, Marinette sighs, “I’m just…worried.”

“About?”

“Ehm…it’s…” ‘Would it be okay to tell him about Chat? Maybe not.’ ”…I have this friend…”

“Yeah…?”

“And like… we have been communicating for a while…”

“Aaaaaaaaand….?”

“And he…”

“Oh, a boy.” He interrupts. “The plot thickens.”

“Shut up it’s not like that.”

“Sure, Jan.”

Marinette glares at him.

“One more interruption, and I will tell Alix the real reason why you didn’t come to the last bet.”

Kim pales.

“And, well,” she continues,” I haven’t known of him for the last few days. And the last time I saw him he looked so sick and tired…and I want to ask him if he is ok but I don’t want to pressure him, you know? It took me a while to speak to him and I don’t want to scare him away. So I’m just…yeah, worried.”

“I mean”, Kim says after a moment of thinking, “if you are worried you can send him a message instead of trying a direct approach.”

“But it has only been a few days…” she whispers.

“So?” He scoffs. ”Max has only been 10 minutes late and I already sent him 5 messages. He is your friend, isn’t he? Then he wouldn’t mind if you asked him if he is okay. If I was him I would be actually happy.”

‘That’s what Tikki told me too.’

In that moment Kim’s phone vibrates.

“See?” He says showing her the message he just received: it was Max apologizing for not communicating beforehand and telling him that something came up with his grandmother but that he was already close to the school.

Marinette smiles at this.

“Well that’s my cue to go.” He says, standing up. “Like my old man used to say: ‘Patience is a great virtue but a little initiative doesn’t hurt anybody.’”

“Hey!” Marinette calls him when he is leaving. “Thanks for everything, Patmol.”

Kim blinks but then lets out a big laugh.

“Nothing your big brother can’t solve, sis.” He winks at her and then runs to wherever Max is.

“And good luck with Adrien!” Marinette hears him scream to her when he is almost out of sight.

She stiffens at that but then shakes her head and laughs softly.

Tikki’s head pops out of her purse after hearing Kim’s departure.

“He is right.” She agrees.

“Yeah, h-“, Marinette starts, but is interrupted when her phone vibrates.

She quickly unlocks her mobile and looks at the message. It’s Adrien: he apologized for not talking sooner, but he was in New York with his father, helping him with the fashion show that was being hosted there. If everything came out right, they would be returning in 4 days.

“See, I told you!” The kwami chirps, excited.

A second message comes just when she finishes reading the first one. In that one Adrien says that he missed their night chats.

“Yeah, I know you did.” Marinette says, relieved that at least one of her problems was solved.

‘I know you did.’

“Plagg! Help me to check if everything is ok.”

‘Kid, this is the sixth time you’ve checked yourself.’

“It doesn’t hurt to check again!”

‘You are not even carrying anything! Just that stupid thing on your head.’

Adrien huffs. Today he is going to go to Marinette’s house and saying he is nervous would be understating things. The moment he ended his call with Ladybug, he started planning how their meeting would go, asking Plagg for advice and being awake all night when the kwami got tired. He didn’t want to scare her anymore, no matter how many times Ladybug assured him that Marinette wasn’t going to reject him.

“It’s not stupid. It’s for precaution.” He corrects him.

‘Oh, I’m sorry, you are right. The thing is not stupid. You are the one being stupid right now.’

“Wow, I can totally feel your love towards me.” Adrien says indignantly. His fists are clenched and a cold anger starts forming in his chest.

The kwami says nothing. Adrien closes his eyes trying to calm himself but it’s difficult. He then feels a low vibration in his throat and something running up and down his back, like if someone is rubbing it.

“P-plagg? Are you the one doin-?”

‘Shhh. Breathe first, then talk.’

He does as instructed. He tries to focus on the fresh sensation that replaces the painful cold in his chest and the soothing movements over his back. His breathing then started to regulate and his anger to dissipate.

“How…?”

‘Remember that I can feel what you are feeling. I am older and I know some tricks.’

“I…” Now Adrien feels guilty for doubting about his kwami’s feelings. “Thanks.”

‘Don’t feel sorry, lad. We both are in a situation that is uncomfortable and you are more sensitive now. Even I am more sensitive. But you can’t lose control or your powers will too.’

The flowerpot incident comes to his mind.

‘Kid…’ Plagg warns.

“I know, I know.” Adrien says. “I still need to apologize to her for that too.”

‘And, you know, for being late too.’ The kwami comments.

“WHAT?” He checks his baton and realizes that he is 5 minutes late. He clearly hears Plagg’s cackles in his head.

Ignoring his kwami, he promptly makes sure that everything is in order, that the door in his room is secured and then he leaps out to the rooftops.

It takes him another 10 minutes to reach Marinette’s house — he avoided as much as he could all the houses with flowerpots or something that could fall or hurt anybody—. He decides to hide behind the chimney over her balcony when he notices that Marinette is not home yet. He is relieved by that actually. That gives him the time to repeat to himself the speech he practiced all the morning and to check that the paper bag over his face is still there.

‘And here we go again with that thing.’

‘Plagg! I told you that the bag is-‘

‘For precaution and yadda, yadda yeah I heard you. But we both know that you are not doing it for that, but because of that dumb jok-‘

“Coo!”

Both Adrien and Plagg freeze at the sound. The former turns his head up and sees a pigeon over him.

‘Plagg, please tell me that my allergies were gone after I became this thing.’

‘You tell me, kid.’

The pigeon cocks its head.

Adrien’s throat aches.

‘Oh, no’

The pigeon suddenly launches itself towards him and starts pecking at the bag. Adrien gasps at the sudden attack but shuts his mouth quickly when the aches increase. The animal keeps pecking merciless, no matter how many times he shoo it away. He actually manages to brush its wings with his hand a couple of times.

‘WHAT DOES THIS BIRD WANT WITH MY BAG?!’

‘I TOLD YOU THIS WAS A DUMB IDEA!’

‘RETREAT!’

Desperate, Adrien jumps in the direction of Marinette’s balcony looking for cover, but his bad luck follows him, making him tangled with the white tarp that cover his friend’s balcony. He lets out a yelp and rolls over the balcony, landing ungracefully over the floor…

“Hey, do you hear something?”

…in the exact moment in which Marinette opens her trapdoor.

Adrien groans, both in pain and embarrassment. This isn’t going as it supposes to be. He looks at the girl in front of him and he feels his face reddening even more when he sees her standing there, eyes widened and her mouth forming a comical “o”.

Not for the first time, Adrien wishes for his destructive powers to make a hole in the ground and let it swallow him up.

“Well…” Marinette finally speaks, “…I knew you wanted to make a dramatic entrance but I think you went over the top this time.”

Adrien wants to cry and laugh at the same time.

‘Kid, remember…breathe.’ Plagg’s voice makes Adrien to finally compose himself.

‘Right, right…’

Clearing his throat, he carefully untangles himself of the awning, straightening himself up.

“I deeply apologize for the damages caused, Princess,” he says and to emphasize it, he bows to her. “But I must say, I was furiously attacked by a rabid animal.”

She looks back to where he came from and turning to him, she raises an eyebrow. “You mean, Jacques?”

“That thing has a name?!” He looks up at the chimney and glares angrily at the pigeon, who is distractedly cleaning one of his wings.

‘I can’t believe we have been defeated by a pigeon named Jacques.’

‘We are never going to talk about this, kid.’

‘Gotcha.’

“Ok but seriously,” Marinette’s voice interrupts his inner conversation, “is there a good explanation of why do you have a paper bag over your head?”

Adrien swallows and nervously rubs the back of his neck. “Heh, funny you ask! Uhm…erhmmm…well, you see…”

“Wait, wait, wait. Is this because of…of how you look like?” She inquires. “Because I- erh Ladybug told me already about it.”

He doesn’t answer her.

Marinette sighs. “Look, there’s nothing you need to hide, ok?” She takes a step forward, but Adrien gets nervous and takes a step back. She stops for a moment but then continues moving, decided. “I don’t know what exactly happened but I’m not going to get easily scared of a kitty version of Venom.”

“I mean it’s not exactly that but-wait-!” He begins saying but stops when he feels Marinette’s hands on his face.

Too quickly to stop her, she removes the paper bag…

“Oh my god.”

…To reveal a Chat Noir’s mask —that it was just a photo of a magazine stuck to a piece of cardboard- over his face.

The deadpanned glare she sends to him is enough to stop the laugh that was forming in his throat.

“Oh my god, Chat, seriously? A Deadpool joke?”

‘I told you this was a dumb idea, kid.’

“I just was trying to lighten up the mo- wait a minute how do you know it’s from Deadpool?” He asks.

She crosses her arms over her chest. “How do you know about it?”

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you second.”

‘Oh for the love of-‘

“My kwami told me it was a great movie but he only showed me certain clips.”

‘Don’t include me into this.’

“I asked my parents for permission and they said yes.”

“Young lady, you shouldn’t be watching that kind of movies, they’re not for your age.” He scolds her playfully.

She scoffs. “And are you? You don’t look older than me, kitten.”

‘STOP FLIRTING!’

‘Damn, she is right. I’m younger.’

‘You are totally ignoring me, aren’t you?’

‘What do you thin-no! Marinette, wait!”

But Marinette is faster again and the mask ends up in her hands in another fluid movement.

Adrien just closes his eyes, not wanting to see her reaction. He doesn’t want to see the same expression Ladybug had the first time she saw him.

“Chat…”

‘Kid…’

He lets out a soft whine and shakes his head.

“…please…”

‘…open your eyes.’

“…open your eyes.”

Adrien doubts at first but, slowly, he finally opens his eyes.

The first he sees in his reflection in her eyes. How the deformed features reflect into them. How the light of the dusk turns even creepier his aspect.

He feels horrified at himself.

But the eyes looking at him are not.

In fact, the next thing he notices is the smile on the girl in front of him. By the way her expression is telling him that he is not unwelcomed, that everything is going to be alright.

For the first time in days he feels safe.

“See,” she says, “I told you I wasn’t going anywhere.”

He has to repress the urge to hug her.

“Thanks, Princess.” He tries to give her the best smile he can in his condition.

She blinks but then laughs softly and mumbles something to herself. He catches something like “I missed that” but he isn’t sure.

“So,” she says after a moment, “would you…like to come in… I know my room is small and maybe a bit disorganized…well, disorganized in general, but you can stay on the chaise, you know, take a nap…”

His eyes widen, surprised. He hadn’t thought about her asking to go to inside her house, let alone to her room. Where there is stuff. Fragile stuff.

He can feel his heart throbbing in his ears.

“…unless you prefer going back to your house because I’m totally scaring you. I’m sorry!”

“Nono…it’s just…I m-mean…” He stumbles in his words and actually feels sweat forming on his hands, “I d-didn’t thought you were going to a-ask me that and I just…I need...I really n-need to think about it.”

“Right, right…”

“So, uhm…yeah I think I just…” He says, and jumps over the grills of her balcony.

“Yeah… you can…errr…” She licks her lips. “See you tomorrow?”

Adrien turns back and looks at her. He doesn’t want to hurt her and he is scared of what could happen if he can’t control his powers if he actually enters her room…

But at the same time, he finds himself not wanting to reject the girl who just welcomed him even with his condition.

“I…yeah,” he finally says. “See you tomorrow.”

He leaps off the balcony and quickly loses himself in the shadows.

When he enters his room, he lets himself fall over his bead. Putting an arm over his face, he closes his eyes and realizes that he is feeling lighter than ever.

‘Well,’ he hears Plagg talk again inside his head, ‘I think that went…not as planned.’

Adrien chuckles. ‘You can say that again.’

‘But it ended up pretty well.’

‘Yeah, I think so.’

‘But you know, you forgot to apologize to her for the flowerpot thing.’

‘…’

“Fuck!”

Later that night, Adrien finds himself unable to sleep.

‘Kid, you should rest. You need to keep your energies up for tomorrow.’

‘I’m not tired, Plagg.’

‘Yes, you are. You just don’t notice it yet.’

‘Maybe you need to tell me a bedtime story so I can sleep.’

‘Ugh, no, go to count some sheep or something.’

Adrien laughs, but it’s a short laugh.

‘Ok, something it’s bothering you. Spit it out.’

‘It’s nothing.’

‘Don’t lie to me, kid. Remember we share minds and sensations, so I totally know that something is eating you right now.’

Adrien hesitates, but he realizes is dumb trying to hide something from his kwami at this point.

‘I just…I was…’

‘Plagg, what if Ladybug can’t fix us?’

‘…’

‘Plagg-?’

‘Don’t think about that, kid. Of course Ladyluck is going to fix everything.’

‘B-but what if she can’t? What if what we have is incurable? The Miraculous Cure didn’t work the first time, what assures m-us that there’s something more powerful than that? I can’t even detransform and-‘

‘You can.’

‘What?’

‘What I said. You can detransform.’

‘Plagg, last time it was too painful and-‘

‘But you were able to. You were fine after that. The more time you keep with the transformation on, the more painful it will become later. It will almost impossible to try it, kid, it will ki-‘

When the kwami stops abruptly, Adrien doesn’t need to hear the rest of the sentence to know what will happen.

He could feel the sorrow coming from his friend when he talked.

‘What about you?’

‘What about me.’

‘You were melting after I detransformed. If I detransform again, what will happen to you this time?’

‘…’

‘Plagg, stop doing that silence thing, you are making me nervous.’

‘I can’t die kid, if that’s what worries you the most.’

‘But-‘

‘I’m a being made of energy. And energy cannot be created or destroyed…

‘…it can only be changed from one form to another.’ They both think at unison.

‘So like I said, you don’t need to worry about me.’

‘I’m not going to detransform, Plagg.’

‘Kid, I just told you-‘

‘I know. I know what you told me but we are both in this mess together and we are going to get out of it the same way. We are partners, aren’t we? So Ladybug will cure us both at the same time and that’s my last word.’

Finally, Adrien yawns.

‘Rest, kiddo.’

‘Yeah, yeah, I heard you –yawn- I heard you...mom.’

Plagg nothing says.

It usually doesn’t take much time until Adrien is asleep and today is no different. Plagg generally uses that time to think about the akumas, about his holder’s life, about his past holders. The kwami can’t sleep either, but he is content on guarding his human’s sleep. He focuses on the constant rhythm of his heart, in the way his chest moves up and down because of his breathing.

It reassures him that he is still alive.

That there’s still time.

‘Once upon a time…there was a brave, curious kitten. And his name…his name was Léon…’

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #kim le chien #chat noir #marichat #tikki #plagg #oc #but in the end :B #he is important #australet writes a fic #ml fic #fractal #abomination au #long post #this was almost comedy until the end muahaha

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Ever Since New York

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: After his junior year, Jughead goes to New York for a writing internship.

Warnings: some swearing, you might cry

Word count: 4,574

A/N: umm first of all thank you for 7000 followers?? holy crap. anywho wowowow this is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written. It’s based off of the song “Ever Since New York” from Harry Styles’s album (which I love btw). This is probably my favorite thing I’ve ever written tbh. Hope you all enjoy!

Tell me something, tell me something You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do

After years of saving the money he earned at the Twilight Drive-In and other odd jobs, Jughead finally had enough to buy a plane ticket to New York. He had discovered a writing internship there that he knew he had to do. It didn’t take much effort to convince his dad to allow him to go; in fact, FP even offered to pitch in some money. Jughead refused, claiming that he wanted to do this all on his own. He wanted to deserve this internship as much as possible.

He started talking to Veronica frequently, asking her about her time in New York. She, of course, gladly answered all of Jughead’s questions. She was glad to finally bond with her boyfriend’s best friend.

Jughead also pestered Betty with questions, seeing as she had done an internship similar to his two summers ago. It was a bit awkward at first, since the two of them used to date. However, they both got over their awkwardness for the sake of preparing Jughead for his internship.

“It’s really amazing,” Betty told him. “It’s a great experience, and you’ll learn so much.”

“What are other people like?” Jughead inquired. “Are they pricks?”

“Sometimes,” Betty laughed. “It depends. Do you know how many other people are participating in the internship?”

“Just one,” he answered, shrugging. “I don’t know who it is though.”

“Well, if they’re a jerk then that’s gonna suck,” she offered. “But if they’re nice, they may become one of the closest friends you’ll ever have.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Betty replied and nodded. “You’re gonna spend all summer with this other person. They’re either gonna drive you up the wall or become your new best friend.”

I need something, tell me something new Choose your words, ‘cause there’s no antidote For this curse, oh, what’s it waiting for? Must this hurt you just before you go?

“Have fun in New York, Jug.” FP patted his son on the back as they stood at the airport gate. Betty, Veronica, Archie, Fred Andrews, and Kevin stood behind FP, all wearing supportive smiles. Jughead glanced around at the group who followed him to the airport, filled with admiration of his friends and family.

“Thank you guys,” he said, fighting back a giant grin. “You didn’t all have to come, though.”

“Of course we did,” Fred Andrews argued. “We’re not gonna see you all summer, Jughead. We have to give you a proper send-off.”

“Well, proper send-off achieved,” Jughead laughed. He watched as others in the line began to move. “I guess I should go now. Thanks for this. See you all in August.” As he turned on his heel and walked away, the group of six gleefully waved at Jughead’s retreating figure.

“You aren’t worried about Jughead all alone in a giant city?” Fred asked FP as they exited the airport.

“Nah,” FP responded, waving his hand. “He’s a smart kid, he’ll find his way.”

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

“Hi, I’m Jughead Jones,” he introduced himself at the front desk. “I’m here for the writing internship.”

The lady sitting behind the desk glanced up at Jughead. “Ah, yes! We’ve been expecting you, Mr. Jones!” she exclaimed, standing from her chair.

“Oh, am I late?” Jughead inquired.

The lady shook her head. “Oh no, not at all. Your counterpart just got here early, so we’ve been waiting for you to start.”

“My counterpart?”

“Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” she gestured to a girl sitting on a chair against the wall, flipping through a magazine. The girl perked up when she heard her name, and saw Jughead and the receptionist staring at her.

“Is this him?” (Y/N) questioned, standing up and setting the magazine down. Jughead noticed it was a TIME magazine.

“Yes,” the receptionist answered. “(Y/N), this is Jughead Jones.” Jughead stuck his hand out to shake, and (Y/N) firmly shook his hand.

“I hope you’re not an asshole,” she blatantly said as they released hands, “because we’re gonna be stuck with each other all summer.”

“I was thinking the same thing about you,” he quipped.

(Y/N) raised her eyebrow in interest. “Quick-witted,” she noted with a smirk forming on her face. “I like it.”

“You better,” Jughead fired back, biting back a grin. “Like you said, we’ll be around each other all summer.”

“If we were together any longer, I’d worry about you falling in love with me,” she jokingly warned. “So be careful.”

Brooklyn saw me, empty at the news There’s no water inside this swimming pool

“When’d you get here?” (Y/N) asked as she and Jughead exited the building, their first day of the internship finished.

“Two days ago,” Jughead answered with his hands in his pockets. “What about you?”

“Last week.” Her pace was quick, and she seemed determined to get somewhere. “Are you hungry? Because I’m starving.”

“I would love some food,” Jughead almost moaned at the thought of food. He was only able to scarf down a small lunch in the midst of the business.

“I know this great burger place,” (Y/N) explained as she led the way to the restaurant. “It’ll make every other burger you’ve ever eaten seem like a pile of shit on a bun.”

“I doubt that,” Jughead scoffed. “There’s a diner where I’m from that makes the best burgers you’ll ever eat.”

“Where are you from?”

“Riverdale,” he said. “Pop’s diner, that’s what it’s called. If you ever find yourself in Riverdale, stop by Pop’s. Trust me, you’ll thank me.”

“Well we’re not in Riverdale right now, Jughead Jones,” (Y/N) reminded him. “So you should thank your lucky stars that I am your counterpart, because I’ve been here for the past week. You know what I’ve been doing for that week? Exploring, Jones. I have tried and evaluated twenty-one restaurants, and I know where to go for whatever you’re craving.”

“What if I’m craving Korean food?” he quizzed.

“32nd street, there’s a great Korean grill,” she immediately responded.

“Ethiopian?”

“There’s a quaint little place on 135th street.”

“What if I want to get wasted?” Jughead smirked.

“There’s a club a couple of blocks away with shitty security,” (Y/N) answered with a smirk equally as wide. “Or maybe I was just an exception, seeing as how attractive I am.”

“I think you overestimate yourself,” he scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes.

(Y/N) lightly slapped him on the arm. “I do not!” she retaliated.

“Whatever, keep lying to yourself.” Jughead quickened his pace, leaving (Y/N) behind him.

“Hey!” she called out, rushing to catch up to him. “You better not leave me! You don’t even know where you’re going.”

“You’re still here,” he noted, casually wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “Lead the way, (Y/N).”

Almost over, had enough from you And I’ve been praying, I never did before

“God, this food sucks,” (Y/N) whispered, gesturing towards the plates of Japanese food sitting in front of her and Jughead. “That place we ate at last week was so much better.”

“True,” Jughead agreed with a mouthful of food. “But this place is cheaper.”

“Rightfully so!” she exclaimed, jabbing at her tofu with a chopstick. Jughead silently laughed and shook his head, continuing to eat his fried rice. He watched as (Y/N) picked at her dish, examining each aspect of the meal.

It had been three weeks since their internship had begun, and Jughead and (Y/N) quickly became close friends. They bonded over the overwhelming amount of work at their internship and their food-discovering adventures. Jughead didn’t know how he would’ve survived an entire summer in New York without (Y/N) by his side. They even stayed at the same hotel, so during a sleepless night, one would wake the other and stay up all night talking. On those nights, they would drink hot chocolate.

“I’ve got the check tonight, Jug,” (Y/N) said, snapping Jughead out of his thoughts as she took the bill from the waitress. Jughead furiously shook his head.

“No, (Y/N), you got dinner yesterday,” he protested, reaching out towards the bill. “I’ll cover it tonight.”

“You got lunch!” she exasperatedly exclaimed. “I can handle it. Dinner wasn’t even expensive last night or tonight.”

Jughead huffed as the waitress returned and took (Y/N)’s money. “Fine,” he pouted, “but we’re gonna go out for desert, and I’m paying for it.”

“Fine.”

“Ice cream?” Jughead offered, standing from his chair. (Y/N) followed suit, and they exited the diner. She slowly grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers.

“I’m feeling frozen yogurt tonight,” she countered his offer, grinning up at him.

“What’s the difference?” Jughead playfully scoffed, trying not to blush at their hand-holding. They had started doing it last week after he almost lost (Y/N) in a giant mass of people.

“I swear to God, Jug, you said the same thing last week, and I explicitly explained it to you.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Ice cream is-”

“Made with cream, whereas frozen yogurt is a yogurt-based treat,” Jughead quoted what (Y/N) had told him last week.

“I knew you paid attention to me.”

Understand I’m talking to the walls I’ve been praying ever since New York

In the middle of the night, the phone started ringing. Jughead, still half-asleep, answered it with his eyes remaining shut.

“You can come over,” he said, not waiting for the caller to initiate the conversation.

“Okay,” (Y/N)’s quiet voice responded, and she hung up. A few moments later, a soft knock resonated through Jughead’s hotel room. He rolled off of his bed, throwing on a t-shirt, and opened the door. (Y/N) stood in the doorway, slightly shaking.

“You cold?” Jughead murmured. (Y/N) wordlessly nodded. He gently grabbed her arm and led her inside, shutting the door behind them. He stripped the blanket off from his bed and draped it over her shoulders, wrapping (Y/N) in the soft white material. (Y/N) smiled up at him.

“Why do you put up with me?” she asked, sitting on his bed. Jughead mimicked her actions and sat next to her.

“What do you mean?” he questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

“How are you not sick of me?” she elaborated. “I mean, we’ve been constantly hanging out for, what, a month and a half now? You know if I’m annoying you, you can just tell me. I’ll back off.”

“Why would you annoy me?” he asked, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap. “You’re the best part about this internship.”

“You’re full of shit.”

“I’m not,” Jughead lightly laughed, slightly nudging her. “I’m serious, (Y/N). Before I came, I was asking my friend Betty about internships. She did one two years ago, so she knew what she was talking about. She told me that the people I’ll meet during this internship will either drive me up the wall or become one of my closest friends.”

“So I haven’t driven you up the wall?” (Y/N) inquired with a tentative smile.

“Of course not,” Jughead laughed loudly this time. A moment of silence ensued, both (Y/N) and Jughead overwhelmed by sleepiness.

“Is Betty your girlfriend?” (Y/N) broke the silence, staring up at Jughead.

“No,” he muttered, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “She was,” he admitted, “but not anymore.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing bad,” he shrugged. “Sometimes things just don’t work out, you know?”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) muttered. “I had a boyfriend.”

“Really? That’s shocking.”

“Shut up!” she whined, elbowing him. “Yes, I had a boyfriend. He was actually a total dickhead.”

“How?” Jughead asked, growing concerned.

(Y/N) looked up at him and giggled. “Oh, you’re worried,” she cooed, placing a hand on his chin. Jughead swatted it away.

“Sue me,” he retorted, but then grew serious. “But really, what happened?”

“Nothing bad,” she replied, facing away from Jughead. “We were dating for a while, and… I don’t know. He never really supported me in anything. He wasn’t nice to any of my friends, and I didn’t notice for so long because I was so fucking smitten. Eventually it hit me one day, and I realized that he was horrible. So, naturally, I dumped him.”

“As one does,” Jughead nodded, nonchalantly tracing patterns on (Y/N)’s right arm with his thumb.

(Y/N) slumped and sighed. “What time is it?”

Jughead glanced at the clock with its blaring, bright red numbers. “Three o’clock.”

“Jesus,” she muttered, rubbing her eyes. “I should… I should get back to my room.” She jumped off the bed and trekked towards the door, her bare feet dragging on the carpet.

“Wait,” Jughead commanded, grabbing her arm. “Don’t go, it’s too late.”

“You say that as if I have to walk across New York City,” (Y/N) joked. “It’s fine, Jug, my room is down the hall. I’m not gonna get mugged.”

“No, but you may fall over before you reach your room,” he countered with a lighthearted smirk. “Just stay here tonight, okay?” (Y/N), too tired to argue, needed no more convincing as she turned around and climbed into Jughead’s bed. He laid down, patting the space next to him. (Y/N) tentatively settled next to him, slowly resting her head on the neighboring pillow. “You can get closer than that, you know,” he told her, amused by her unusually timid nature. She hesitantly scooted closer to him, until she was near enough for Jughead to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her against his chest. “That’s better,” he whispered into her hair. She draped one arm around his torso, the other arm tucked under their now-shared pillow.

“Night, Jug,” she murmured, eyes already closed. He smiled at her.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know Oh, tell me something I don’t already know Oh, tell me something I don’t already know Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

“Oh, Jughead, how is it?” Betty eagerly asked, her face displayed on his laptop screen.

“It’s been great,” Jughead answered.

“What restaurants have you tried?” Veronica questioned from her spot next to Betty.

“A bunch,” he vaguely replied. “(Y/N) is attempting to try every restaurant in New York City. I think it’s impossible, but she’s determined.”

“Who is (Y/N)?” Archie inquired, popping his head into the camera’s view.

Jughead laughed, “Where do I begin? She’s my ‘counterpart’ for the internship. We’ve become very close.”

“I told you,” Betty grinned. Jughead nodded.

“You were right,” he admitted. “Right when I met her, I… I don’t know, it just felt like something clicked between us. We’re inseparable.” Betty’s expression slightly darkened, but Jughead waved it off as a bit off jealousy.

“Ah, you’ve got it bad, bro,” Archie laughed at his best friend. Jughead rolled his eyes.

“It’s not like that, Arch,” he explained. “It’s like Betty said, you grow really close to people when you spend so much time together.”

“But you don’t blush when you talk about them,” Veronica noted, pointing out Jughead’s dusty pink cheeks.

“You’re imagining things,” Jughead scoffed. Betty, Archie, and Veronica shared a knowing glance.

“If you say so,” Veronica sing-songed. Before Jughead could respond, there was a knock on his door. A smile subconsciously grew on his face.

“Speaking of (Y/N),” he said, standing up and walking towards the door. He opened it, and, as expected, (Y/N) stood there.

“Are we going or not, Jug?” she pressed, grabbing his hand. “I told you the line for the rainbow bagels is super long. I don’t want to spend all of Saturday waiting for one, even though they’re so fucking pretty.”

“I’m video chatting with my friends right now,” Jughead told her, gesturing towards his open laptop. “Can you wait like five more minutes?”

“Fine,” (Y/N) huffed, crossing her arms. She stepped into his room, allowing him to close the door behind her. She followed him as he sat back down in front of his laptop, resting her chin on his shoulder as she peered at the screen. “These are your friends?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “That’s Archie,” he gestured towards the redhead, “the blonde one is Betty, and that one is Veronica.” (Y/N) smiled at Jughead’s Riverdale friends.

“You must be (Y/N),” Betty smiled. “Jughead was just talking about you.”

“Of course he was,” (Y/N) joked, nudging his arm. Jughead playfully shoved her back.

“So how’s it been? Three months with the infamous Jughead Jones?” Veronica inquired with a smirk dancing on her lips.

“Well it hasn’t been three months quite yet,” (Y/N) corrected her. “I’ve only gotta deal with this guy for two more weeks.” Jughead’s face slightly deflated as this realization hit him. “Let me tell you, he’s quite the handful.”

“We know,” Archie laughed. Jughead opened his mouth to say something, but (Y/N) interrupted him.

“Shit, I left my phone in my room!” she exclaimed, standing up. “I’ll be right back, Jug.” She turned and faced the laptop. “It was great talking to you guys. I hope we can meet sometime!” She quickly exited Jughead’s room. Immediately, Veronica, Archie, and Betty bombarded him about (Y/N)

“She’s perfect,” Veronica cooed. “She’s actually flawless, Jughead.”

“You lucked out, bro,” Archie told him. “She’s a keeper.”

“She’s absolutely amazing, Jughead,” Betty smiled. Jughead grinned and shook his head.

“You guys, I told you-”

“Don’t even go there,” Veronica interrupted him. “That girl is absolutely perfect for you. The way you two look at each other is… it seems like it’s from a fairytale. You two are soulmates, Jughead.

“She does seem great, Jug,” Archie agreed with her. “I mean, I’ve never seen you like that with anyone. No offense, Betty.”

“None taken, Archie,” she waved his comment off. “They’re right though, Jug. You never looked at me the way you look at (Y/N).” Jughead couldn’t think of a clever retort. “But be careful, Jughead. Like (Y/N) said earlier, you two only have two more weeks together. If you haven’t done anything up to this point, you might want to consider whether or not it’s worth it to start something now. Just ask yourself, is it worth the heartbreak that’ll happen when you have to leave her?” She pursed her lips as she watched Jughead’s face darken on her screen.

“Thanks guys,” he said halfheartedly. “Really, thank you. I’ll see you all in two weeks.”

Tell me something, tell me something You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do Tell me something just before you go

“Our last day!” (Y/N) exclaimed, prancing into Jughead’s hotel room. After the video call he had two weeks ago ended, he decided to give her a key to his room. “Our internship is over, and we have one last night to spend together, Jug. Out of every place in all of New York City, where do you want to go, Jughead Jones?” she asked seductively, a coy smirk growing on her face.

“I’m feeling burgers tonight,” Jughead answered, trying to stop his expression from deflating. “And then maybe we can get some cupcakes?”

“I like it!” she grinned. She grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the room, beginning the trek to their favorite restaurant. “Jesus, I can’t believe it’s been three months already.”

“I know,” he agreed. “It seems like my plane landed just yesterday.”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) breathed. They spent the rest of their walk in silence, choosing to listen to the bustling New York traffic.

The waitresses at the restaurant, at this point, knew Jughead and (Y/N) as regulars. They didn’t even bother giving them menus, knowing exactly what each of them would order.

“You two are my favorites,” the waitress whispered as she set their burgers in front of them.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) grinned. “I’m sorry to say, but it’s our last day here.”

“Oh,” the waitress sighed. “Well, you two better visit. I don’t know what I’ll do without my favorite regulars.” She walked away, leaving (Y/N) and Jughead to enjoy their burgers.

“You know,” Jughead noted through a mouth full of burger, “I don’t know how you’ve tried almost every restaurant in New York City while becoming a regular here.”

“Talent, Jug,” she told him, wiping her mouth on a napkin. “It takes a hell of a lot of talent.”

They finished dinner and went to their favorite bakery to get cupcakes. On their walk back to the hotel, they fell into silence once again. It wasn’t broken until they entered Jughead’s hotel room. By now, almost all of (Y/N)’s stuff ended up in here. They found it easier, rather than constantly having to switch back and forth between rooms to grab their stuff.

“So that was our last day,” (Y/N) claimed, flopping onto the bed. Jughead stood by the bedside, crossing his arms with an amused smile.

“Unfortunately, it was,” he nodded. He jumped next to her on the bed, earning a shriek from (Y/N). He swallowed as he stared at her, knowing what he had to tell her. “Do you remember what you said to me on the first day we met?”

“That I know where to go for whatever you’re craving,” she answered with a grin. Jughead laughed and shook his head.

“No, the other thing.”

“I hope you’re not an asshole because we’re gonna be stuck together all summer?” she offered. He shook his head again.

“Nope.”

“I called you quick-witted?”

“No!”

“What is it?” (Y/N) demanded, sitting up so that she was hovering over Jughead as he remained laying down.

“You told me that if we were together any longer than just the summer, I might fall in love with you,” he explained, sitting up so that they were face-to-face. (Y/N)’s grin slightly faded.

“Oh,” she murmured. “Yeah, I did say that.”

“You were wrong,” Jughead said, trying to keep his voice steady. He slowly grabbed her right hand.

“Really?” she asked as her eyes followed Jughead’s hand.

“Betty told me to be careful,” he explained, “because we’re not gonna be together that long. And she was right. I mean, why would we risk an immense amount of heartbreak just for the sake of a blissful few weeks together?” When (Y/N) said nothing, he continued. “So I figured I could just suck it up and get through the rest of our time together and not say anything. It was a good plan, but you… you ruined it.”

“Sorry,” she quipped with a small smirk. Jughead lovingly rolled his eyes.

“No you’re not,” he laughed. “You’re not sorry, and you shouldn’t be. Within the three months we’ve spent together, I’ve grown closer to you than I ever have with anyone else. Hell, my ex-girlfriend said that we were great together.”

“She did?”

“Yeah,” he responded, grabbing her hands. “Jesus, (Y/N), I’m in love with you. I’m fucking in love with you, and it sucks. It sucks because I don’t know if I’m ever gonna see you again. And this is gonna cause so much heartbreak, for me at least, and maybe you too. I just… I can’t keep it from you anymore. But I also think, deep down, you already knew how I felt.” Tears clouded (Y/N)’s eyes, and her lips quivered as she quickly enveloped Jughead in a hug.

“Fuck,” she whispered into his neck. “Fuck, of course I love you, Jughead.” He pulled himself out of her grip and stared at her, stroking his hand across her cheek. They both leaned in, pressing their foreheads against each other. Their lips ghosted over each other, only millimeters apart.

“If I kiss you-”

“If you kiss me, everything is gonna go to shit, Jug,” she interrupted him. He nodded but didn’t pull away. They sat there like that on his bed on a minute, (Y/N) sitting on Jughead’s lap with her arms around his neck, foreheads touching and lips barely brushing.

The tension grew unbearable, so (Y/N) closed the gap and pressed her lips against his, trying to express what she had been feeling for the past three months.

Jughead, too, attempted to convey every pent up confession he had, wishing that kisses could speak. He wanted his hands, which were encircling her waist, to tell her how she charmed him with her wit. He wanted his eyes, which were closed with pleasure, to tell her how beautiful she was, especially when she trudged into his hotel room at three in the morning. He wanted his lips, which were pressed against hers, to tell her how much he loved her. He loved her, he loved her, and he wanted to keep saying it for the rest of his life.

For the sake of oxygen, the two pulled apart. They kept their foreheads resting against each other.

“Everything’s gone to shit,” (Y/N) whispered, and Jughead burst out into laughter. (Y/N) followed suit by giggling, and their still-entangled limbs caused them to fall onto the bed so that (Y/N) was laying on top of Jughead. This only caused the pair to laugh harder.

When their chuckles finally died down, (Y/N) climbed off from on top of Jughead and laid next to him, resting her head on his chest. She combed her hand through his raven locks.

“I’m sorry that I fell in love with you,” Jughead apologized, kissing the top of her head. They were slowly falling asleep.

“Thank you for falling in love with me,” (Y/N) whispered, eyes fluttering shut. “It may have all gone to shit, but it was worth it.”

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know Oh, tell me something I don’t already know Oh, tell me something I don’t already know Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

Jughead stepped off the plane and saw his dad and friends standing at the gate, excitedly waiting for him. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t even bother smiling. Immediately, everyone understood.

While they were awaiting Jughead’s plane’s arrival, Betty, Veronica, and Archie explained to the rest of the group about (Y/N). They told them about how Jughead spent three months falling in love with this girl, and they explained that they had never seen Jughead look so smitten before.

“How was New York, Jug?” FP asked, taking Jughead’s suitcase from him. Jughead shrugged.

“It was nice.”

“Good food?” he questioned, trying to get his son to open up. Jughead nodded tiredly.

“Yeah, food was great,” he replied monotonously.

“And the internship?”

“Helpful,” Jughead responded. “I think it’ll help me improve as a writer.”

“That’s good,” FP said, raking a hand through his hair. “You had another person with you, right?” FP noticed Jughead tense up at this.

“Yeah,” he answered quietly. “Yeah, I had a counterpart.”

“What was she like?” Jughead looked up at his dad.

“You already know who it is,” he replied, shaking his head. “Who told you, Betty?” FP pursed his lips.

“Yeah, her and Archie and Veronica. But listen, Jug, you’re going to have your heart broken countless other times. You’ll get over this girl,” he attempted to comfort Jughead.

“Dad, she wasn’t just a girl,” he protested. “She was amazing and quick-witted, and I fell in love with her and then everything went to shit. But the worst part is that it’s okay, because she loved me too. She fucking loved me, and I kissed her, and now I may never see her again.”

“Well if you loved her that much, you may see her again,” FP shrugged. “Fate is a tricky thing, son, but the universe seems to cooperate better if you love someone.”

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