#movie theater i am kissing you in my dreams

[waywarder]

I've really worked on not shushing people at the movie theatre so much anymore, even though talking during the movies hurts my tummy and makes me want to scratch my skin off. BUT ALSO: the rules are different for a movie with a great opening score. They've re-released all the Spider-Man movies, and you can't talk over Danny Elfman's Spidey score. You... You can't. I'm not religious or even particularly concerned with the law, whatever, but Movie Theatre Rules Are Different. If we can't all silently bask in the splendor of Danny Elfman's Spider-Man opening titles score while society crumbles outside around us, I am frankly out of suggestions.

[singukieee]

—my all time favourite bts fics (pt. 2) ᯓᡣ𐭩

consists of my personal favourite bts fics that I've read countless of times. including those from other platforms, such as Wattpad, AO3, and Patreon.

For some works that are cross-posted between tumblr and wp/ao3, I'd only link them to the latters bcs I find it easier to read and navigate the stories on those. but I also tagged all the authors I know are here and linked the rest so you can check their blogs out yourself!

I'll also separate this list into several parts simply because there's too many... So it'd be easier for you guys to navigate!

red means unfinished

blue means finished

🗯️ editor's note

(sorted by alphabetical order)

Dreams of You by seoktishie

You are a theater actress who dreams of becoming a successful Broadway star. You’ve dedicated your whole life hustling for the show, surrounded by a supportive family and friends you never thought you would lose your best friend and boyfriend on the same day. This puts your dreams to a halt, and you decide to take a break and a soul-searching trip to Korea, where you meet a successful artist that reconnects your love for the arts. OR You accidentally meet Kim Namjoon of BTS, and you had no idea of how an amazing person he is nor how he is the leader of the biggest boyband to date!

🗯️ the yearning and pining *chef's kiss*

Epiphany by 2stanornot2stan

Your soulmate mark seemed self-centred to you "I'm the one I should love" Who would ever want to love someone with that as their soulmate mark?

🗯️ this one is painful. but writing's so good, doesn't fail in pulling my heartstrings.

Escapade by bonnehh_

"Where the hell am I?!" He shrieked, stumbling over his feet like a newborn deer. He was a panicking mess, spinning around in circles to see the unfamiliar sight of giant trees and bushy plants covering the land. The forest was heavily rich with greenery, vegetation and strange fruits. Fallen leaves covered the ground, creating a crunching sound after every step he took. "Calm down, Sweets." I calmly voiced amidst his loud screeches. My words cut through his mess of a mind making him freeze on his spot. Turning on his heel, he noticed me. He stumbled back immediately, possibly because I was covered in angry, red scratches and the bandages covering my arms alerted the male. "What the fudge?!!?! Who- who are you??" He shouted, alarmed by my…seemingly beaten-up figure. "I'm Diana. Welcome to the game." I smiled softly. Hoping my excitement can keep a hold of itself for the sake of keeping the man from getting scared. Dumbfounded, He could only let one word out, "Huh?". Oh boy.

🗯️ a cool one! many adventures and mc has freakishly good survival skills. this honestly cured my longing for that one fic that's no more that was also survival, adventure and game themed with slight crack. I think it was called 'Ready Player One'? (not that famous book and movie). but I think it was a translated ver of a chinese ff on another platform. Idk I still missed it very much, it was also very good. (If you know anything abt this, pls dm me!)

Ethereal by @purpleyoonn

After leaving your home in need of a fresh start, you open a bookstore with the hopes that the words you read could bring you solace. You never realized that the books you loved would bring you home instead.

🗯️ I love soulmate stories, this author also has good writing so

Euphoric Endeavours by haveagreatday

Through a series of curious happenstances, the Boys of Bangtan - your campus' most popular and most handsome group of individuals - set their sights on you, a regular student with a stubborn streak and a wayward mouth. Strangely enough, the mere sight of them sets your instincts off, red-lights flashing in your brain - danger, danger, danger, danger. It's too bad that they can't seem to leave you alone, though. They like you too much.

🗯️ enemies to lovers, anyone?

Everything Falls (Into Place) by Hiromi_20 / @blog-name-idk

"I… I might know someone who has a spare room," your brother finally muttered hesitantly. You perked up from where the couch had been swallowing you. "What! And you didn't tell me?" You accused. "You'd be living with a bunch of dudes." "Oh my god Jackson," you groaned, rolling your eyes. "The fact that you're even suggesting them means that you know them all and they're good people, right? It's not like they're gonna murder me and hide my body in the walls or something." "Well, yeah, but…" "But WHAT?" you almost screamed in frustration. "They're all… hot." Silence for several moments. Then you started guffawing uncontrollably, unladylike snorts escaping from your lips. "You are such a dork," you gasped between laughs, tears coming to your eyes. "If I promise not to let them gangbang me, will you please ask?"

🗯️ another really well-written crack fic! goshhh this one's so goood! this one's the real friends to lovers, gosh the pining is just *chef's kiss*

Finding My Pack by @untaemedqueen (paid on Patreon but so worth it)

In which an all-alpha pack unexpectedly found their mate isolated in a sterile room. So the only right thing would be to pamper and love her to make up for all those years she spent alone and lonely.

🗯️ spicyy 🥵 but also cute. I love protective mates

Flaw in The System by Strayberry_

She has 8 moons on her wrist. So do they.

🗯️ honestly Idk what to say about this one. just prepare your tissues for this family of misfits that fit so well together.

Full House by fillomina

Y/N has a steady job and lives alone, that is, until she tags along with her friend to the shelter. Jimin, Hobi, and Yoongi have been waiting to get adopted, and their chance has finally arrived. With the small hybrid pack now living with Y/N, her life never has a dull moment. As Y/N gets used to her new family, she also begins learning more about old friends, making new ones, and getting a very full house.

🗯️ I'd say that I don't like the fact that yn's kinda treated as a doormat at some parts, but it's still good and quite well-written found family fic.

Getting Back Into The Swing of Things by @jellifysh

Hearing her voice now, Namjoon was reminded of the times when she was all he had. How she was his everything, supported him with everything she had, even if it meant giving him the shirt off her back. "Joon?" Y/n sniffled. "I know it sounds crazy, you don't even have to, its been years," "No," Namjoon was agreeing before he could even think, before he could even remember the other people who lived in the house just the next room over. "No, its okay, I mean, we promised each other right? We'd never turn our backs on each other?" "You can stay with us, it'll be fine I promise, I'll handle everything, don't worry at all, it'll be great! Like, old times, okay?" Namjoon was tripping over his words now, he just felt like if he didn't see her now, he would be too late for… something. What, he wasn't sure, but there was an urgent need to have her home safe.

🗯️ just re-read this one again literally yesterday, still as good as the first time. I love strangers to friends to lovers.

Her by untouchablerave

The question hangs between you, and you’re desperate to ask it. Usually, you don’t mind much who is on the other end of the appointment, as you’re so focused on a list of kinks, trying to map out a scene in your head, but this time, the ‘who’ is all you can focus on. Your boss looks at you. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this but… do you know BTS?” Your head snaps up in shock. “You’re fucking with me,” you gasp. “I’m dead serious,” your boss replies. “Jeon Jungkook just came of age. He wants to lose it right away.”

🗯️ spicy but soft soft softtt

Hidden Marks series by Havenesa

❶ Hidden Marks

What does it mean to be soulmates? What do I love about her? What is the reason? Does there need to be a rational reason to love someone? Maybe I love her amber eyes, or the way she tries to hide her smile whenever we get into playful arguments, or her love for just living. Maybe I just love her because she is simply just Han Sera.

🗯️ This one's so angsty yet so good, the writing's also so good at making the characters so human that I'd always end up sobbing at every re-read.

❷ Connecting Hearts

What defines a soulmate? Is it the mark that you were born with, only shared with a selected few? Or a bond which was created through pain and suffering? You'll have to read to find out.

Highlight by Alphathyx

Hana attends Atlas Academy of Arts also known as the AAA to pursue her passions in Hiphop with best friend Hoseok and Prince Charming Jimin. The school gets selected along with other arts schools to compete in an inter-school competition which prize could open doors to any arts students dreams. She along with seven boys, discover what it means to love, but a tragic incident spirals the competition and them into a mystery no one saw coming.

🗯️ friendship and struggle to success <3

Hotel California by Deliebre

You are a badass business guru that works for a huge gaming company. Your home is Korea but you travel often. You are in California for work but keep bumping into hot Korean men, which makes you want to do more than bumping...

🗯️ immediate connection... yes please!

In The Dark by BearPawBeach

"How can that be? I am looking right at you. I am speaking to you right now." "That's the thing. I don't know! That's why I came here today. Yesterday, when you laughed at me, you laughed at me. I almost didn't believe it myself, but the more I thought about it, the crazier it sounded. So I came here to see you and to know if you can see me!" she blurted out. He could not believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. "Look, you don't need to lie to me. There is no need to make up some crazy excuse to meet someone." "I'm not lying! I really am invisible," she argued back. The man just threw his hands up to concede and turned to walk away from her again, walking right out of the building. The girl followed in hot pursuit. "Do you really not believe me? Why would I make something like that up? Yes, I know it sounds crazy. If I were you, I would probably think it's nuts too, but I am telling you the truth!"

🗯️ mc is invisible in this one, story's kinda sad and cute!

In Your Roots by sweetinsanityy

Jungkook is the perfect alpha, a little too perfect. Being the youngest in Bangtan, a group full of alpha's, friction has been happening between him and the boys. He's too strong, too dominating, too wild, and too much for Bangtan to handle. The perfect solution? An omega just for himself. You happen to be the perfect candidate. But the other boys want a taste of you as well. Or, you're hired to be an omega for Jungkook to take care of, and maybe he and the rest of the boys get too attached.

🗯️ another one about the boys being absolute simps!

Iridescent Love by @imnotlauriane

From a fated meeting to a life filled with wonders, the path of discovery is much, much harder than what I had prepared myself for. Especially when my identity, the only one I knew of ends up being a total lie.

🗯️ sad... but it got better. and what did I say abt imnotlauriane's stories? they're all good!

It's a Little Complex? by Infired_Mochi

Starting college and moving into a new apartment with complete independence has been your goal. Due to all the hard work at the cafe during your high school years, and your parents pitching in a few dollars, you can afford to stay in the apartment that is just the right size. However, did you get more than you bargained for? A few other college students occupy the rooms next to yours, seven to be exact. Eight rooms reside on the third floor of the apartment complex and yours is on the farthest right wing, apartment number 308. Just wait until you meet them.

🗯️ sooo it's a little complex... just read it!

Late Bloomer by basicwitch13

Despite growing up in a wolf pack, you were never able to shift nor had a second gender present itself. It seemed, by all accounts, that you were a typical human. So you carried on, burying yourself in your work as a sociology professor—until one of your students introduces you to his pack and changes everything.

🗯️ yes to yearning, pining, and healing.

Like Crazy by @euphoricfilter

The story of seven loves across eight lives.

🗯️ so freakin well-written

Little Do You Know... by @yoongiofmine

In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose.

🗯️ another idk what to sayy, just read bcs it's so gooood.

Magic Shop by AriZedd

In which Yn is meeting new friends (and an old one) getting charmed day by day.

🗯️ just read this crack fic, strangers to friends to ... I'm obsessed.

PART 1 | PART 3 | PART 4 | NAVI

[lovelyverosika]

I keep thinking about his angel eyes

Hazbin Hotel! Adam x Fem!reader

Part 3 —> Part 1 | Part 2

Warnings: talk about self hate

A/N: Here is the part 3 everyone wished for. I decided to make a total of 4 parts, so you sadly still need to wait a bit for the end :,) Like always I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes.

Y/N POV:

I found myself in a room similar to a movie theater. I’m not able to move a single muscle in my body. Suddenly a movie started playing, memories of my life in heaven or more specially about Adam and me. I smiled and felt all warm and fuzzy inside as the memories of our growing relationship were displayed right in front of me.

The first time we met, how we fought at work, how we began to spend more time with each other, our first dates and how he took his mask down for the first time. This may sound exaggerated but that was the proof of how much he trusts me and oh lord was he gorgeous. His golden eyes had me captured the moment I looked into them…his beautiful angel eyes. Nothing was more beautiful than seeing his true emotions reflect in them. Everyone knew him as "The first man" or the self quoted "Dick master" but I know it better. Deep down he’s a insecure soul who’s desperate for admiration and affection, especially after loosing his two previous wives to the same man.

Of course he was a total asshole when I first met him but he changed for the better and that out of his own will, that is something not everyone is willing to do. In a flash of seconds more memories were shown: Our first kiss, anniversary and lastly our wedding. It was a very magnificent day, I never ever thought I will find a lover let alone get married to someone. Everything was just perfect until the court accident today.

Suddenly everything went black. I don’t know where I am or what to feel, this is stranger than any dream or nightmare I ever had. I slowly stood up as a sudden blow of cold air hit me. I wrap my arms around myself as I start walking around in this strange void. All I can hear is my own heartbeat,breathing and the sound of my heels clicking on the ground. After what felt like an eternity I found a single white door in the middle of this nowhere.

Not knowing what else I should do I open the door and enter another black space with a single mirror standing in the middle. This is all so strange and overwhelming I couldn’t prevent myself from tearing up..pathetic that’s what I am. I took a deep breath and walked towards the mirror. I looked like an absolute mess with my eyes puffy from all the crying.

Suddenly the reflection changed in how I used to look like back then in hell. "Helloooo, redeemed or not I’ll always be a part of you.”, my reflection said. I was completely stunned…how is that even possible? "Do you remember what you used to tell your friends back then in hell? You said and I quote: You don’t need to be perfect to be worthy of being loved or deserving a better life. Everyone deserves a second chance and that goes for you too." My old self gave me a big smile and I couldn’t help but smile too.

In a way she is right but accepting yourself is much harder than people say. It takes lots of time, patience and willingness. My reflection gave me a look full of pity before she started to speak. "You probably think he will leave you, hm? Of course that can be an option but would he really? It’s like Rosie said it’s difficult to admit things you’re not proud of but you’re still you. The fact you used to be a demon doesn’t change the person you really are, the person he grew to love and cherish. It seems like we’re running out of time..it was nice seeing the person I became. You’re much stronger than you think.", she chuckled and waved at me. "Farewell Y/N..it’s time to wake up now. Emily must be going insane from how much she worries about you."

My reflection disappeared and left me with a warm feeling inside my heart. With a smile on my face I walked through the mirror and woke up in a bed, which must belong to Emily. In less than a few seconds Emily wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tightly. "You’re awake, I was so scared you wouldn’t wake up.", she said while sniffing onto my chest. I couldn’t help but smile, she’s such a sweetheart. "Shh, I’m here now.", I said while patting her back.

Part 4

[p-taryn-dactyl]

dudeeee ik ur reqs are open so why not give this a shot and see what u think abt it! since the new agatha trailer came out I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABT HERRRJDID!! so this is abt her! (plus love ur agatha content!! ive read all of em ALL OF EM)

so.. what abt a AU where agatha is the reader's manager and the reader is a famous actor? this could lead to a dark fic or just a wholesome light one! whichever u prefer ill leave it up to u!

~p.s i hope ur feeling better!! have a nice day and feel free to ignore this if u want to^^

a/n: first off, i love ur energy so much omg, and also SAME! the trailer goes through my mind 24/7 and i’m not mad about it! ooooo i love this idea!! definitely have to take creative liberties bc i’ve sadly never been famous😔 word count: 2.6k warning(s): fun fact: i am making all of these things up, if you're secretly an actor keep everything i did wrong in this fic to yourself - slight jealous!Agatha - friends to coworkers to lovers - agatha definitely knows how to communicate - all movies and characters mentioned in this are worlds/stories i have written- kinda rushed ending but then again i feel like everything is rushed - i really hope you like this! thank you so much for the ask and i am feeling a bit better 🫶🏻 - i really can't write kissing my apologies

i was the saint, you used to adore me

You remember when you first hired Agatha.

You were just beginning to dip your toes into the pool of acting, cautiously testing the waters by sending out your less than perfect resume to anyone who would accept. Agatha was the first, and only, acting manager to respond. She too was new to her field, so far only representing people who specialized in car commercials and medicine ads. She wanted a change of pace and your lack luster resume spoke to her. Some part of you still wanders why she picked to represent you, even though in the end everything worked out incredibly well, you wanted to know why she wanted to work with you.

Because now it seemed like she wanted nothing to do with you.

At the beginning, it was like the two of you couldn't be seperated. Outside of work hours, many movie nights happened, sometimes an excuse for Agatha to show you her favorite directing and acting techniques, sometimes an excuse for you to binge watch Sandra Bullock's entire cinematography. You would fill her inbox with emails of dream roles, she would fill yours with links to acting classes if the number of emails in her inbox from you exceeded 1,000.

She was your best friend.

You missed her.

If you had to pinpoint the time when she started drifting away, it was right after you landed your breakout role of Aerin Fey in the movie Pillars, which became a boxoffice hit, making nearly three times the production cost in theaters. Soon, your portrayal of the multiversal anti hero was on billboards, had sequels and contracts signed, had custom dolls on toy store shelves. It was everything you wanted, seeing little girls inspired by you as you either walked down a red carpet or passed them in the grocery store. You loved signing autographs in the signature Agatha and you spent nights perfecting. You loved taking pictures with fans, almost equally as excited as they were, after all your dream was coming true.

All you wanted was to share these moments with your closest friend but soon Agatha started only filling the manager role in your life. No longer did she appear at your door bearing tubs of ice cream to celebrate a role you had been offered, no longer did she let you cry when you lost a role you had been desperate for. Your texts and emails became dry, only notifying you of roles she had sent your portfolio in for or sending you calender invites for interviews and late night show appearances.

All this was swirling in your head as you scrolled through your old texts with Agatha, your eyes becoming watery as you went further into the messages. You sat in your living room on your large couch, a purchase Agatha practically had to force you to confirm. You still didn't understand why you needed such a large couch or house for that matter, as you were the only one living in the space. It was damn comfortable though. You let yourself sink into the cushions, your mind running wild with theories as to why Agatha suddenly cut your friendship off. Sure, you two would keep a professional appearance when seen together on the carpet but you were absolutely certain people noticed the tense atmosphere between you.

"Bitch if you don't answer this door right now I'm going to assume you're dead and call every TMZ reporter here!"

The voice of your co-star turned friend Wanda Maximoff interupted your self pity episode, making you realize that the pounding you had subconsciously been hearing wasn't a sad theme song your mind created for you. No, it was the furious knocking of the red head. You reluctantly got out of your comfy spot, slightly taking Wanda's threat seriously. You opened your door, revealing your friend holding a folder with Pillar's studio name printed on the side and a bottle of champagne. You nodded to the bottle.

"Where's the rest?"

Wanda laughed, nudging her way into your home, bumping your shoulder with hers.

"Oh so it's that kind of day."

Wanda took her place on your couch, setting the bottle on the coffee table and crossing her legs with the folder in her lap. She patted the spot next to her on your couch, a smile wide on her face.

"Now come on, we have to make sure we know the answers to questions and what not to answer!"

You groaned at the reminder of your TV appearance tomorrow. Which also meant enduring the new cold demeanor of your be-manager. Wanda seemed to read your face as you made your way to sit back on the couch. She patted your knee once you were sat, her face a mix of pity and a bit of anger for your sadness.

"Is Agatha still acting weird?"

You nodded while staying silent, not wanting to cry in front of one of your only real friends. Not yet at least.

"God that's so stupid honestly. The least she could do is tell you what's going on instead of acting like a fourth grader who's favorite swing is being used during recess. I know you love her Y/N, I'm sorry."

You both laughed and choked at Wanda's words.

She was right, you loved Agatha. You've loved her since the first time you met her and your feelings only grew and intensified as your partnership continued throughout the years.

But you'd never say it outloud. That would make it real. And if it was real, that meant the woman you loved hated you and you had no idea why.

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Agatha was leaning against the wall of your dressing room, her eyes glued to her phone as she typed furiously. You watched her in the mirror as your hair stylist put the finishing touches on the style that was supposed to look effortless. Almost as if she could feel your stare, Agatha looked up from her phone to meet your eyes in the mirror. You felt heat rise up to your cheeks as your own eyes widened, standing up a little to quickly. Realizing once you were up that you didn't have a reason for such a reaction.

Wanda burst into the dressing room, her red dress sparkling in the light.

"They want us to walk on stage together, shall we?"

Wanda held out her elbow for you to hold on to, winking in an exaggerated way. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Agatha's intense glare at Wanda but decided that you weren't going to let your manager's weird behavior affect this interview. You hooked your arm through Wanda's, playing along.

"We shall!"

Agatha followed behind the two of you, her stare burning into the back of your neck as the two of you walked onto the stage, cuing the raging applause and cheers from the audience. Agatha stayed off-stage, watching with crossed arms and an expression that could take down the toughest of tough.

The lights were burning and bright as you and Wanda took a seat next to each other across from the interviewer. You immediately regretting your choice in seat as Agatha stood across from you in the wings, her stare like ice as it stuck to your skin. Taking a deep breath, you plastered on a wide smile as you were introduced. Purposefully ignoring Agatha, you focused on how the interviewer angeled her body towards Wanda, indictating who she would be asking a question to first.

"Ok, I got to say," Darcy Lewis, the host of this show, threw her hands in the air as if she was giving a confession, "I can't ask any questions about the movie until I get confirmation about something that's happened in your life recently, Wanda."

Wanda smirked, obviously understanding where Darcy was going, You, however, were confused, your eyes flickering between Darcy, Wanda, Agatha, and the audience, hating the feeling. Your smile stayed plastered on, not wanting to reveal your confusion. Wanda met your eyes and reached over to cover your hand with hers, her left hand on top almost purposefully. You looked down to see a beautiful ring with a braided band of gold set with a sparkling diamond of reasonable size.

"Oh my god!" You gasped out, grasping Wanda's hand and bringing it embarassingly close to your face. Wanda and Darcy laughed, the latter clapping as her vague question was answered in a hilarious way.

"I can't believe it's taken you this long to notice!" Wanda laughed out, tugging her hand back to marvel at her ring herself, "I've only been parading it around for a week!"

You flushed with embarassment, a real smile painting your lips as you covered your face with your hands. After the crowd calmed down, Wanda confirmed outloud what the ring symbolized.

"A little over a week ago, my long time partner, who I met on this set by the way, proposed to me in the park we had our first date. Oh, he was so nervous but I couldn't let him finish his speach I was so excited! Obviously I said yes."

You wanted to give your friend a giant hug but decided against climbing over the arms of the chairs, choosing to keep your dignity as you didn't want your dress to ride up too much.

Darcy continued with the interview, the air of the stage light and friendly as you and Wanda evaded questions and made jokes about being trapped in these roles until you're 90. You realized once the interview was almost over that you couldn't feel Agatha's stare on you anymore. Since you had been actively avoiding the spot she was standing in the whole time, you hadn't notice her slip away. A spark of anger lit in your chest as memories floated around your mind. What had you done that she deemed worthy enough to sever your relationship?

You were surprisingly thankful when the interview was over, everything becoming a blur as you made it back home. Wanda had a date with her fiance, Vision but told you that she wanted to get coffee the next morning. You already knew you would be needing that coffee, as you had a few pages of script to begin memorizing for a cameo scene you were doing for a spin-off show of Pillars.

You wanted to just curl up on your couch and binge watch old Disney movies but you forced yourself to walk in circles around your living room, script in hand as you acted out your scenes. A few hours in, you were getting frustrated. Your mind just wouldn't grasp the script, each line entering your mind quickly but leaving even quicker. You were about to learn how to use your fireplace just to burn the papers when your door shook with someone knocking. It was rapid, almost desperate and it sent a sense of urgency pooling in your gut. You practically ran to your door, afraid of what you would see on the other side. Did someone die? Oh god, hopefully Wanda and Vision didn't break up that would be awful-

The door swung open.

It was Agatha.

Her eyes were ablaze with an emotion you couldn't pin point, her hair was a mess but it only added to her beauty, and she was gripping her phone so hard in her hand that her knuckles were white.

You were frozen in the doorway, your eyes wide and your jaw slack. Agatha just stared back at you, her chest heaving as if she had ran all the way to your home. Blinking, you broke yourself from your trance, and against the voices in your head that sounded suspiciously like a specific redhead, stepped to the side to let Agatha in. She barged in, going to stand in front of the couch, arms crossed as she continued to stare at you. Wringing your hands, you decided you wanted to mend what was broken.

"I'm just practicing for the shoot in a week, would you help me? I can't seem to get-"

"Were you ever with Wanda?"

Her sudden question made you choke on your words and you were back to being frozen, the script falling dramatically from your hands. Agatha came to stand in front of you, her face inches from yours. Your tongue was heavy with shock and all you could do was shake your head in denial.

Why was Agatha asking this? Did she like Wanda? That would explain why she wouldn't be happy with you, as you had grown closer to the redhead throughout the years and Agatha didn't.

Something clicked in your mind, reversing your sinking stomach into nervous butterflies.

But if she liked Wanda, why would she be glaring at her? Unless, the person Agatha liked wasn't the now engaged redhead and was-

"Y/N, please, I need you to answer me."

Agatha voice contradicted her body language, her words broken and shaky, as if she was afraid of a potential answer. Her hands flexed in the postition of her crossed arms, as if she wanted to reach towards you. You took a deep breath, preparing your answer.

"Is this why you started avoiding me? Because you thought I was with Wanda? I've only ever been her friend, Agatha and we only grew as close as we are because you stopped talking to me! God, I thought you hated me!"

Agatha's eyes lost their iciness and filled with panic instead. Her hands shot out and grasped your arms.

"Hate? No, I love you! I though the giant annoucment at the interview would be that you were in a relationship with Wanda! I didn't want to ruin your relationship with her because of my feelings!."

You shrugged Agatha's hands off your arms and took a step back.

"So you ruined ours? All because you thought your feelings were unreciprocated?" Agatha's eyes lit up with hope at your words, "Wanda's been with Vision for years, all you had to do was open Google!" You had started to raise your voice towards the end, all your frustration being let out at once. Agatha shrugged sheepishly as she slowly stepped to once again be close to you.

"I didn't want to be right."

Agatha smiled nervously as she brushed a hair from your face.

"I didn't know what to do and I'm terribly sorry for how I acted. God, Y/N, it hurt seeing you with someone who wasn't me. I thought you just wanted to be friends. "

Her whispered apology melted away the ice that had been hardening your heart for protection and you reached up to cup her face in your hands. Agatha leaned into your touch, her eyes closing for a second before opening and almost blinding you with how much hope was shining towards you.

"I loved being your friend and it really hurt me when you took that away but," you smiled at Agatha, shifting to be even closer to your manager, "I would love to be even more."

Agatha smiled softly, her eyes saying everything her words couldn't. Her smile melted into a smirk as she leaned in, your hands falling from her face so your arms could wrap around her neck.

"I would really love to make up for lost time."

You barely had finished nodding before Agatha's lips crashed into yours, consuming you. Her hands now cradled your face as you kissed, her tongue battling with yours. She started walking, directing you towards the stairs, where the door to your bedroom taunted you with it being far. As the two of you stumbled up the stairs, laughter breaking the kiss, you felt Agatha tugging on your dress, the one you still hadn't changed out of. Soon, there was a trail of clothes leading to your bedroom and once you hit your bed, from the look in Agatha's eyes, you wouldn't be leaving it anytime soon.

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a/n: please tell me u liked this bc i loved writing it :) i love this AU idea and would love to expand on it in the future! i wanted this to be a one shot but the potential in this pairing could lead to a series 👀 thank you so much for reading!! hopefully my writing slump hasn't affected my writing too much but i'm going to keep practicing to get better!!

[ping-ski]

AAAAAAHHH HI! First off, can I just say I LOVE your artsyle and especially your Eclipse design? The party hat instead of Moon's nightcap is so cute :D

OK so a few questions-

Can I ask for a general synopsis of your au? You made a Y/N design for both the daycare and the theater, so it's safe to assume this is before SB? (Unless if this is just a Daycare AU not in SB-) ^w^

Also, since there's a Y/N, is this au gonna be romantic? (Who do we get to kiss first?) Platonic? <3

uwaaaa thank you!!! i think the party hat adds more whimsy!! now to answer your questions...

✦ "Can I ask for a general synopsis of your au? You made a Y/N design for both the daycare and the theater, so it's safe to assume this is before SB? (Unless if this is just a Daycare AU not in SB-) ^w^"

✿ I'm not really great at writing like AT ALL, but I plan to start a fic for EBY, so IDK how much I'll share? The intention is for it to be a loose SB au of sorts? I say loose because it's purely driven by headcanon and just self-insert scenarios I wrote for myself in my notes app before I really got "into" the DCA sub fandom. I literally was daydreaming just from gameplay and voicelines alone it was BAD lmao. The "lore" per say isn't very concrete, I'm well aware, I just want to kiss these damn robots. (It's very self indulgent and that's not everybody's cup of tea- I totally get it.) I WILL, however, give you this blurb from an old draft! ✿ I do have to note, I've changed a lot since the drafts and still continuously scramble stuff around so this may not even be applicable or accurate to whatever the current state of EBY is haha (I'm so sorry-)

It's not ideal, but you've been working part-time in the Fazbear Theater for the past few months since the Pizza Plex's 1 year anniversary. This is just a temporary gig until you can land your dream job! You need to hold out until you finish the training program and get the last of the required certifications. For a temp job, at least it isn't boring! You work along side the Faztheater's mascot, Eclipse! With his antics, paired with the daily tasks of helping run a movie theater, the days never seem to be dull. That being said, the theater hasn't been performing well lately. You've got a strong work ethic, but that isn't enough for repeat customers nowadays. And while Eclipse is nothing short of talented and a technological marvel, management has been wanting him off-stage more than on. The glamour of the Fazbear Theater has since worn off since the grand opening. You chalk it up to how the theater itself is half-baked and how it's been playing the same screenings of "Pizzaplex exclusive" short films for weeks now while Eclipse is frequently in maintenance. With your luck, this slow spell might just come to an end! Fazbear Entertainment recently released its plans for a new attraction, among many, called the Superstar Daycare! Whether you'll stick around long enough to see any of it is uncertain when an opportunity for a career path you've been working so hard for finally presents itself.

✦ "Also, since there's a Y/N, is this au gonna be romantic? (Who do we get to kiss first?) Platonic? <3"

✿ Now because I am a self-shipper... EBY was def intended to be romantic initially, but I want to believe it can be read as platonic too! We'll see how this changes when I finally get to writing it I suppose lmao.

[thegirlwholied]

fellow period-piece swooners, I have a movie rec for you and I am downright flexing my hand about it. and I am sorry, so sorry, that you cannot watch it right now- because I attended the world premiere at TIFF last night and apparently it's still seeking distribution which means unfortunately there are no gifs yet for me to reblog - but this is your notice to keep a weather eye:

the movie is the Widow Clicquot. the plot is champagne!

...not the celebratory spritz and spray of it all, but the dedication and innovation and passion and knowing-your-taste-and-insisting-on-it of getting bubbles to be just the right size and fuck Napoleon's embargos actually...

also, the people expressing opinions about Napoleon are a British cast pretending to be French - which I guess appeals to the piece of my soul that is Les Mis.

it's beautifully filmed in a way I specifically associate with Pride & Prejudice 2005... which makes sense given the director, Thomas Napper, directed the second camera unit on P&P 2005 & Atonement & Anna Karenina & etc. Joe Wright, who directed those, is a producer here (and was on stage last night & I had no idea who he was whoops).

there's a scene of exploding champagne bottles that may haunt me forever the way the floating cotton in North & South 2004 does. that & the vines.

to quote Taylor Swift, "it's giving cinematography."

the Widow Clicquot herself is played by Haley Bennett (who has been in many things I haven't seen...yes I had to imdb Haley while sitting in the row right behind her but) who I have seen before in Music & Lyrics! As Cora Corman! "Way Back Into Love"! & "Buddha's Delight"- I believe in karma (la, la, la)

anyway she's great in this - the Q&A host after called her performance "transcendant", not wrong - she had a SAG-AFTRA waiver to be there, and thankfully because this was very apparently a passion project throw-everything-you-are-into-it role for her. And her post-movie quotes speaking both about the character's passion and her own- "do something that makes you feel like a goddess!"; "do what you love and let it kill you"- made me a fan.

the Widow Clicquot's dead husband? Tom Sturridge, The Sandman himself and playing just as much a dream as Dream (note: I do not promise "dreamy" I promise "dream" which can also have adjectives like "wild" and "fever" applied). You need a good voice when leaning on some voiceover from letters/memory for a character; he sure has it.

but. Sam Riley. aka Mr Darcy from Pride & Prejudice & Zombies, and Maleficent's hot raven (and looks even better in this imho)- his character is Louis Bohne, Veuve Clicquot's wine merchant, and as much as the Widow herself, his character made me go, "I need to read the book" to learn how much was history v fiction there.

the character dynamic was: damn, of course you're cool with your husband's libertine BFF/possibly-lover, you're secure and he's such fun company.... your husband's tragically gone but his friend helps you out & appreciates your true love of the vineyard without overstepping... well. get yourself a friend you can both giggle with over how hot the new foreman is (Leo Suter filling a historical-eye-candy role) ... AND hook up with yourself. you go girl, & bless your hot bisexual heart fictionalized Louis Bohne.

(hottest kiss in cinema off the top of my head is always the Timothy Olyphant & Jennifer Garner first kiss in Catch & Release. But some scenes here flirt with that level, & it was the Widow/Louis scenes for me).

the sound alone made this one worth seeing in theaters; sounds were so well used (maybe when a movie is so much about taste, & you can't convey taste through a screen, you double down on the senses you can) and it was scored by Bryce Dessner from The National (whose brother has been collaborating on Taylor Swift's recent best tunes)-

the Widow's name is Barbe-Nicole and not to make a Champagne Barbie reference but this hit in the spot Barbie also reached for, in a subtle way, with the effortlessly close relationship she has with her maid (Lizzie from Peaky Blinders! thanks imdb, knew I knew that face) and the woman in a man's world of it all - obviously one who created a successful dynasty of champagne and how did I never know how instrumental women have been in creating champagne as we know it, about to jump down a historical rabbit hole here-

+ also. grief. "you don't understand. he wasn't just someone's first love". an early line + the one that stuck with me.

anyway. not to say I think it's a perfect movie (there were a few "wait I need more information" beats that left me feeling like I *need* and not just want to read the book)... and it didn't make me think "this better be up for an Oscar" (One Life, with Johnny Flynn & Anthony Hopkins which I saw Saturday: made me cry & should be)- though I think it could be for sound!... and I don't know if I'd say it's the movie I enjoyed the most (Flora & Son, out Sept 29) or learned the most from (Paul Simon documentary, all 209 minutes of it, probably takes that of the 4 films I saw)-

But it's the one I'm writing this post about. & I'm going to get the book. It made me want a bottle of Veuve Clicquot champagne. & to go to the champagne region. & to see gifs of it on my dash, immediately. & I would read fan fic if there was some- it built the characters and its own movie world enough for that, with enough space left to wonder- and when a movie can do that, it thrills me.

anyway Tumblr, or at least the side I always land on. I think you'd like it. I think it's your kind of movie too. and it's filled with a lot of love from people who clearly loved making it. here's to independent productions and the unions fighting for fair deals to make a living doing what they love, here's to feeling like a goddess, here's to gorgeous period pieces and gif makers of scenes to come, here's to the author in the audience who got to see her book on screen- and the movie star who got it made and all of us still working on making our own art into something that can be seen someday. Here's to the passion of creativity in whatever shape it takes, pour the champagne 🍾🥂

[teaboot]

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Tagged by @lost-and-cused 💛

Are you named after anyone? Yes, a musician my mother met in Russia!

When was the last time you cried? Huh. I think like, two months back? Trigun '98 episode 23. If you know you know. (I am wrapping u up in a blanket.)

Do you have kids?  Nope! I think I might like to be a foster parent someday, though, once I have the money and the time do it properly.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I- huh. I was gonna say yes, but honestly, not much in the last few years? I used to be so snarky and biting, like, all the time. It must have been really exhausting for the people around me. Now I think mostly it's just when I'm venting. Wild!

What sports do you play/have played?  I dunno if it's a sport if I don't compete but I enjoy martial arts! I do BJJ sometimes but I'm not very good at it, it's just for fun. Oh, and I was on a basketball team for a couple years, but I'm 5'3" and still don't know the rules so I think I was mostly just just for the body count, lol

What's the first thing you notice about other people?  Demeanor. Are you calm or tense? Loose or tightly-wound? Are you likely to explode if you encounter a perceived obstacle? Are you agreeable and easygoing? Or are you pent-up and raw and itching for a fight?

God, I don't think people realize how visibly LOUD they are when they're unhappy.

Some people are like music, moving along to their own little beat or tune, and then a heavy, harsh note walks in and you just KNOW they'll fuck up the rhythm if you brush too close. It's wild. Are they aware of it? Do they care? Who knows.

What's your eye colour?  Brown! Sorta like.... hmmmm. #622a0f in the middle, with a darker ring around the outside. (Never did relate to the 'brown eyes are boring' gang, always liked mine too much. Then again, I was the only one in my family with brown eyes, so maybe it was that.)

Scary movies or happy endings? Scary movies WITH happy endings? But no, actually, I hate watching horror movies. I LIKE them, I think a lot of them are very good and it's an underrated genre, I just. Don't enjoy being scared. Or sad.

Any special talents?  I'm an artist- I enjoy watercolor, acrylic, and India ink as painting mediums, I'm rather good at realistic stippling, I'm decent at identifying animal bones, I enjoy sculpting and sewing and needle-felting, I'm finally at a point where I like to read my own writing, I enjoy interior design and have been told I'm good at it, I'm a pretty good cook, and I've been told I'm a decent singer! I can also fold incredibly tiny origami cranes, and pick up on new languages well enough for simple use.

And I be far more proud of any number of these things if I did them a little more often.

As it is, I sleep a lot.

Where were you born? British Columbia, Canada!

What are your hobbies? Lord, too many. I'm actually sewing a new battle jacket right now, and animating a short video. Also writing fan fiction. And reading! And I like to collect antique books and handmade ceramics and theater masks. And go antiquing. And I'm still learning to knit? Hhhhhhhhrrrrnnggfn I wish I could have a year off to just. Do things. I wanna take a pottery class! And do metalwork again!! I used to love making chain jewelry. Oh, I do beadwork sometimes! And paint! And I'm sloooooowly designing a guest room. Bfyvxuhfhgtjggjhgyu

Do you have any pets? Yes! Big baby bird cat. He lives out of the country now, though.

How tall are you? 160cm!

Favourite subject at school?  Art. And Metalwork. And Psychology. And Literary Analysis. (And lunch break.)

Dream job?  Okay so imagine this: There's a VERY rich eccentric hell-bent on accumulating strange art, and by some miracle they are both mentally stable and not a gigantic dickhead. They travel a lot and don't really enjoy socializing so I don't have to kiss their ass.

Twice a month I receive an automatic deposit into my bank account and in return, all they want is a reasonably steady continued production of literally whatever art. Portraits, statues, robotics, ceramics, conceptual shit, costumes, carvings, literally whatever.

And they'll cover educational expenses for it all so I can go back to college and learn screen printing and 3D animation and use the kiln and shit forever and ever, and take up apprenticeships at tattoo parlors and volunteer as a face painter and pick up photography, and just create as much beauty and love and confusion and joy as I possibly can forever and ever and ever until I die.

And I'll have enough money to own my own apartment that I'll paint in all my favourite colors, with murals and everything, and have a cat who I will of course spoil rotten, and maybe adopt a few weird and goofy kids who'll have sleepovers with their friends in the living room and play new bad music that I pretend to hate, and when they fuck up and do stupid shit like kids do, maybe I'll handle it better than my adults did.

And maybe if they like making stuff too, I can make stuff with them. And maybe I'll get to see them do it better than me. And maybe I'll get to see them do everything better than me. And maybe they'll be happier, too.

So, uh. I guess I'd like to be an artist. A sugar baby-artist? Sugar baby artist combo. I'd like to have a patron is what I mean. A sponsor. Yeah

Fifteen Mutuals*: @Melancholysage @Genderfuckedpigeon @Raspbrrytea @Qthewhatever @Sternenhimmel-mond @Mythosandsuch @Anunholymessofagirl @Ifitistobeitisuptous @Here-you-can-read-my-feelings @Meat-puddle @Catgirlwarrior @Rodeokid @Not-fae-no-sir @Inbox847 @Pip-53

*I have no idea if we're all mutuals but take this anyways

[roguelov]

A spicy imagine as a follow-up to my previous movie related one: you decide that if Morpheus wants to do NSFW things with you while watching a movie, he is going to do them with you in your car at a drive-in movie theater since that is something a lot of couples do/have done (albeit you both have to avoid getting caught doing so).

I am having thots

Dream dragged you into the backseat of your car. He should have been more well behaved this evening. You paid for the tickets and drove him here to this drive in theater. But, he had such a long day. He needed you, he craved you.

And you should have known the second his hand rested in your thigh.

“Dream,” you breathed out. He pinned you down on the backseat, and began kissing your neck. “We could get caught.”

It was such a poor excuse.

“Let them see,” he purred.

His hands slipped under your shirt. Goosebumps trailed behind his light touch. You shuddered. He pulled up your shirt and you let him. You let him easily take it off, discarding it to the car floor. His lips instantly created a path down your chest, feeling your skin flush.

“Dream,” you whined, arching your back.

He chuckled, “My dear, you must be quiet tonight. Although, I may love others to see how I can bring you to your utmost pleasure, you on the other hand are far less inclined.”

You let out a shaky breath.

He moved up, hovering over your face. “Now, silence. Or I might have to find a way to keep your beautiful lips shut.”

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Rpg Anon: Not surprised in the least actually. I guess it's time for more hugs and kisses for Hibuki to piss off Kanade in the afterlife. Hey Chisa, is Kanade there? Show her hell with this footage.

it's funny...i...had a weird...dream...when i was asleep...after falling...

A weird dream? What kind of dream?

i...woke up...in...a movie theater...a woman with...orange hair...welcomed me and...i...met...kanade...

Tch...And I thought you'd finally have a chance to be rid of her...I'm...sorry you had to dream that, Hibiki...

no...don't...i'm...glad...i had that dream...

Huh?

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[Afterlife Theater, shortly after Kanade's death...]

You don't look scared...Why is that?

Because you can't hurt me in here anymore...And you can't hurt anybody else either. I watched what happened on that screen, and you deserved every second of it.

...You know what's funny? I think that for the first time since we were born...What I just saw through that screen...was the first time I've ever seen you genuinely scared...

Scared of what? That green-haired freakazoid?

No. You were scared of whatever was coming after...Whether you lived, or whether you died...you'd be alone...and unable to be with me anymore.

Then the fact that we're both here is probably the universe showing me due mercy...!

No. I think we're both here because this is the last time we'll ever get to talk. So you are gonna shut up, and let me put my cards on the table this time.

You act like you're an unrivaled genius, and to your credit, you ARE pretty smart, pretty elusive, and VERY dangerous...But you have one glaring issue Kanade, and that's that you can't do anything without me! You're LOST without me!

And you think YOU'RE not lost without ME!? Your body is still alive in that world, so even if you think that you can go back there and live a normal life without me in it, my ghost is still gonna be lurking! Haunting! You HONESTLY think you can just MOVE ON FROM ME!?

NO! Of course I don't!

!!?

You're a plague on my life who's killed everybody and everything I ever loved! That trauma doesn't just disappear now that you're dead!

...We're twins...We were born a set, not to be separated...And even if we live beyond different barriers, I don't think we'll ever be apart...Even if I want to be.

...I suppose we won't...

You don't sound as happy about that as I thought you would.

Because even if that's true, not getting to actually talk to you ever again sucks...It sucks so much I want to die 3 more times...

I won't tread on your feelings by leaving you with an apology...But I hope you know that even if you take me out of it, the world that people live in is still hell, Hibiki. The world...is a horrible...despairing...desolate place full of misery...And if you go back down there, you won't have me to help you through it anymore...

If you do what you've always wanted to, and spend time with those people at the Future Foundation...they'll drag you into a war that you can't escape from...And I won't be there to protect you from it!

Egocentric as always...But the stuff you're saying is kind of right.

But you forget something. The world isn't beautiful because things last. Where there is Despair, there is Hope, and vice versa.

You're right...I AM getting pulled into a war...A war that I don't even know if we're gonna win.

But...I stand that when you take a step back, and look at the bigger picture...When you put aside all the people trying to ruin your life, and when you finally get around to taking care of the problems that plague you're life...

...The world is a very, truly, beautiful place.

[tinimmyweek]

@jimmyjrsmusoems ranks Tina/Jimmy Jr. kisses (from worst to best...kinda?)

We are officially two weeks out from Tinimmy Week!!! (can you hear that??? me, screaming in the distance???) @babsvibes actually sent me an ask on my own blog about my favorite Tinimmy kisses, but we thought we might as well put it here instead. Obviously, this ranking is just MY opinion, and I would love to hear yours! (Also, if I forgot any...sue me!) Anyway....

10. "The Gene and Courtney Show" Season 6, Episode 7

Listen....while I love that he brought her a rose, I cannot handle the second-hand embarrassment I feel when I think about how Tina is wearing a diaper in this scene. Like...I know she's dressed as cupid, but it's all I can focus on!!! If she wasn't wearing one, I think I would rank this kiss higher.

9. "The Bob's Burgers Movie"

I feel like some of you might be shocked that I didn't put the movie kiss higher (I shocked myself with it when I was making this list), but there are just other ones that I like more! I do love the "Woah." "Yeah." afterwards, and I'm pretty sure I cried the first time I saw this scene in theaters lollll

8. "Every Which Way but Goose" Season 9, Episode 14

*giggles and kicks feet* <3 <3 <3

bonus :

7. "Pig Trouble in Little Tina" Season 10, Episode 4

I know that the first one is supposed to be part of Tina's dream, but they look so cute that I wanted to include it. The actual kiss in this scene is made for me by Zeke's "Oh hell yeah!" after and Jimmy Jr.'s dazed reaction. Also, these poor kids that aren't apart of the friend group were probably soooo confused

6. "UFO No You Didn't" Season 9, Episode 9

The way that she SPRINTS down the hall in this scene kills me, and I love Jimmy Jr.'s (and Jocelyn's) reactions after. If this wasn't immediately followed by THE Zekina kiss, it would probably be higher up on my list! (That's what I get for being a multi-shipper, oops)

5. "Gene it On" Season 4, Episode 20

THEY WERE ON A DATE!!!!!! HE LOVES IT WHEN SHE'S MEAN!!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

4. "Ex Machtina" Season 7, Episode 8

Obviously, I'm biased...but this is arguably the best Tinimmy episode overall, and this kiss is just...magical??? Idk??? The fire in the back??? The vibes??? Also, I considered adding the scene where Jimmy Jr. kisses the robot while the entire family watches, but I can't watch that scene without physically recoiling, sooooo

3. "The Quirkducers" Season 7, Episode 6

THIS HAD NOOOOO RIGHT TO BE AS STEAMY AS IT IS. WHY DOES IT GO ON FOR SO LONG???? THIS IS LITERALLY THE MOST INTENSE KISS WE SEE FROM THEM AND THEY'RE DRESSED LIKE THAT!!!! I NEED TO KNOW HOW SHE TALKED HIM INTO THIS!!!!! WAS IT SPONTANEOUS??? HOW LONG DID IT TAKE FROND TO BREAK THEM UP??? I WANT TO KNOW SO BADLY

bonus angle :

2. "Sheesh! Cab, Bob?" Season 1, Episode 6

The first kiss!!! Honestly, this is the one I struggled to rank the most. I think they've had better ones since this, but there's something so special and nostalgic about this one??? I think part of it is that I love the window scene right before this. IDK!!!! <3

"Bob Actually" Season 7, Episode 9

Was there ever any doubt about which one would be #1??? I am never NOT thinking about the sky kiss. He planned this!!! For Valentine's Day!!!! FOR HER!!!! He was so excited about it!!!!! Also, Sky Kiss is my favorite Bob's Burgers song, so it gets extra points for that. The "Jimmy Jr. kisses Tiiiiiiiiiina" part scratches my brain just right. <3

(As a side note, after typing these all out, I realized that they kiss SO many times in season 7???? If you took out the Xmas episode, there would be three episodes in a row where they kiss. They need to bring that momentum back for me personally)

If you read this entire thing, just know that I am giving YOU a (virtual) kiss on the cheek <3 Happy almost Tinimmy week, I am so so excited to see what everyone comes up with!!!!

[amesscott]

Portwell Fanfic List

[Part 1]

Post-Season 3

you never got the love i know you want (am i just what you settled for?) by: laurenswriting

EJ Leaves the Building by: taygeta

Chocolate Gives Me Heartburn by: Aroundthewaygirl

Together Forever by: Asexual_Enjolras

Seven Summers by: Aroundthewaygirl

One Last First Time by: Aroundthewaygirl

Flashbacks and Echoes by: taygeta

bad guy by: dreamlessfavors

Everyday of Our Lives by: taygeta

pancakes for dinner by: dreamlessfavors

I knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss by: taygeta

call it what you want by: dreamlessfavors

reconciliation: fingers crossed (rose's version) by: mind_writing

Cruel Summer by: Aroundthewaygirl

It Starts (Again) With Us by: Aroundthewaygirl

Alternate Universe (AU)

This Just In by: MoonymyLove

i want you to know, don't be afraid (it's only us) by: ElixirBB

permanent mark by: mar_writes_things

It's never too late to come back to my side by: mar_writes_things

Stay, stay, stay (I've been loving you for quite some time) by: mar_writes_things

Beating Like a Drum (And It's Coming Your Way) by: Aroundthewaygirl

My sister's roommate by MoonymyLove

Shot of Something Stronger by: Aroundthewaygirl

The Wedding Date Pact by: Aroundthewaygirl

My Showerhead Is Very Impressed With Me by: JLM_Dream

Maybe I'm A Fool by: chocolatesouffle

Basketball Diaries by: Aroundthewaygirl

The moon is the reflection of your love by: MoonymyLove

Not Another Hallmark Holiday Movie! by: Aroundthewaygirl

a pirate's life for me by: dreamlessfavors

Almost Gone by: JustoWrites

chocolate frogs & nimbus 3000s by: dreamlessfavors

Canon Compliant

Season 1

It Feels So Right To Be Here With You by: sabstar

Christmas Raincheck by: Jellybean96

mum's the word by: thstarsofsilver

Season 2

Maybe He Needs That Romance by: chocolatesouffle

Everyone Sees by: chocolatesouffle

Familiar by: Write_To_You

you took the time to memorize me, my fears, my hopes, my dreams (5 Things EJ Caswell Learns about Gina Porter) by: areyounobodytoo

stuck in my own head but you pull me out by: future_out_of_focus

daylight by: scoutshonour

to keep her warm by: MegTheMighty

The Heartbreak Club by: covestone

It's Not Living If It's Not With You by: jenipottinger

Meet Me In the Space Between by: Aroundthewaygirl

how can i go home when you’re all i wanna know? by: capulets

My Comfort Is You - A Portwell Oneshot by: palisadec

Can I Have This Dance? by: palisadec

so baby, bye, bye; wish you the best by: raganalightwood

and that's what you missed on high school musical: the musical: the series by: dreamlessfavors

the theater kid group chats by: dreamlessfavors

Post-Season 2

Prom Pieces by: taygeta

this is the golden age (of something good and right and real) by: burning_daylight

you keep his shirt he keeps his word by: mar_writes_things

There's Something 'Bout the Way by: Aroundthewaygirl

So Much Better by: sabstar

just the two of us (we could make it if we tried) by: skystarscapes

the duke sweatshirt by: dreamlessfavors

a night to remember by: dreamlessfavors

Mine - A Portwell Love Confession by: palisadec

build-a-bear by: dreamlessfavors

you say that you never felt this way for anyone by: raganalightwood

Take me back in time to when we were unbroken by: Jiaras_daughter

This Night Is Sparkling by: palisadec

Season 3

Discount Harry Styles by: MoonlightShines (Thatkillervibe)

love story by: dreamlessfavors

root beer and first kisses by: dreamlessfavors

Non-Canon Compliant/Canon Divergent

Season 1

so it's you by: AlwaysSleeping

so lonely before, i finally found (what i’ve been looking for) by: pixel_perfect

you make me better by: lesbianbey

Season 2

she's a butcher with a smile by: riptidejoy

Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all! by: MoonymyLove

play pretend by: thstarsofsilver

Season 3

our last summer (i still see it all) by: skystarscapes

When I Say Softly, Slowly by: Aroundthewaygirl

Deserves a Quiet Night by: Aroundthewaygirl

wherever you are, i am by: megs27

fixer upper by: dreamlessfavors

The Most Perfect Night by: Jellybean96

Can I just, say something crazy? (You're the best girlfriend) by: megs27

bad blood by: dreamlessfavors

Say That Again: A Portwell Summer Camp Story by: taygeta

A Win for Team Wonderstudy by: Jellybean96

How Deep Is Your Love by: taygeta

The Making of Frozen: The Musical: The Series by: Aroundthewaygirl

The Show Must Go On by: taygeta

Never a Maybe by: megs27

looking at you, my heart loves the view by: Jellybean96

Solace by: chocolatesouffle

What If: A Post-Show Breakup by: taygeta

Always Be My Maybe by: Jiaras_daughter

the slaughter at camp shallow lake by: dreamlessfavors

Future

Taylor Made Me Do It by: Aroundthewaygirl

Love You Like a Love Song by: Aroundthewaygirl

Let It Go by: redlyncentral

Forgetting For Awhile: A Holiday Fic by: taygeta

there is so much more inside me now by: ash_ish

Portwell Celebrates the Holidays by: Aroundthewaygirl

Christmas Wishes by: Aroundthewaygirl

you were a home for me when I had no one there by: wondereternity

Of All the Things My Hands Have Held (The Best By Far Is You) by: Aroundthewaygirl

camera roll by: Aroundthewaygirl

I Try To Capture Every Minute by: redmeanslove

We Can Dance on Clouds Forever by: bex2313

Just Another Chance to Fall by: Aroundthewaygirl

First Times - A Portwell Proposal by: palisadec

Third Time's the Charm by: Jellybean96

Could You Hold Me Without Any Talking? by: palisadec

here and now (it's time for celebration) by: pbeatrixx

[ryhmus]

Sweetheart makes a movie

Sweetheart and some Sprout moles are watching a recently made film about her own wedding and how Omori and friends interrupted it, except they changed everything to favor the donut duchess. The friends are crudely drawn while Sweetheart is drawn like a high budget anime protagonist. She easily defeats the friends in a single blow and flaunts her victory over them.

Movie Sweetheart; "OHOHOHO! Although I could have done it so many times before this time. Now because I am so much more powerful this time. This is the time when I finally destroy you, peons. This...Is the time...TO DIE!"

(*Sweetheart guffaws to herself in her seat*)

Sweetheart; "Oh yes! marvelous! Subjects? I think we have something special here...~"

(*An incredibly handsome looking Movie Spaceboy suddenly appears from his ship in the film and kneels before Sweetheart with a proposal ring*)

Movie Spaceboy; "But Sweetheart, all I ever wanted was to be your loving Husband."

Sweetheart; "Wait what?"

Movie Kel with a terrible southern accent; "We just wanted you to get back with your boy friend in the hopes that it would stop you from marrying Hero and being so...evil, *aw-hyuck*" [dies]

(*Movie Sweetheart seems moved by this*)

Movie Sweetheart; "Wow, all of a sudden out of nowhere, I've come to realize, I have a tendency to compensate for my insecurity and loneliness by being egotistical and ruthless. But you, Spaceboy, saw the one thing I really needed was not an army of stupid adoring fans or self romancing, or power..."

Sweetheart;"No no nononono!!"

*Movie Sweetheart reaches for Movie Spaceboy's hand, they look each other in the eyes and kiss*

"...But a true lover."

A montage plays out showing the couple going on a date and doing romantic things together while they do things like having a dinner, or frolicking in the flowers, having a sleepover and such.

Sweetheart; "What's going on!?"

Sweetheart is losing her mind watching the absolute atrocity before her. In the back of the theater, Kel is doing his best to hold back laughter from a seat in the back. Sweetheart stands up and storms down the aisle to the film director, giving him a furious glare.

Sweetheart; "I said, I wanted this to be true to life! All you did was make a cartoon where I almost succeed in marrying my dashing Hero, then those children and my ex show up ruin everything!"

Director Mole; "Yeah but that's what always happens."

(*Unamused, Sweetheart snaps her fingers and the director is grabbed and dragged away to the Dungeon, she turns to the rest of them*)

Sweetheart; "Burn it...BURN IT ALL! Never let anyone see this cartoon, ever. Especially not my miserable ex husband!"

Co-director Mole; "Well, we would your highness, but this is being broadcasted live all over OTHERWORLD."

(*Sweetheart pulls out a notepad and begins frantically scribbling sketches in it*)

Sweetheart; "What? No! We have animate a new ending where I wed my Hero and destroy those insolent children!"

(*Sweetheart's pencil snaps causing her to Throw down notepad in rage*)

"Agggghhh! Animation is so hard! *turns to face camera up close and breaks character for a moment* People who do this for a living deserve more credit and respect!.."

...

...Sunny suddenly wakes up from his dream with a puzzled expression before shrugging and getting back to his adventures in HEADSPACE

Original dialogue from Wander over Yonder

[martinys-world]

The Girl (2)

so chapter 2 is out. please let me know what you think in comments. the drawing took the longest. also because the movie is new at the time of typing this. I was stuggling with doing all of this by mermory --love you all

“SLIVER! Wake up dog.”

I launch forward. Breathing heavily. Feeling my surroundings soft floor. Car windows in front of me. I am on earth I am in reeks car, in the Back seat. 

“You look like you were going to mess someone up.” 

Now I am differently on earth.

“Hey reek.” 

I slowly climbed out of the backseat of his car. There was no way I was going back to sleep any time soon. 

“Are you fighting that monster again.” 

“Yea something like that.”

Monster was the excuse I used to when I toss and turn. No one ask anything more. I  pulled out my two bags. They were basically my lifelines. A mini purse backpack I put around my waist. While the black and green on was on my back. I got to do a lot today.

“Thanks for letting me crash in the back seat.”

I was shaking my head getting the bed rest hair gone. 

“No problem. You help me more than I can ask for it’s the least I can do.”

“Either way thanks and call me if you need me.”

“Hey before you run off will you be okay.  I have seen you toss and turn in your sleep and beating up those “monsters” before, But not like this.”

“I mean it one of those dreams where it seems like a memory but it’s not.”

“what’s the memory?”

“I don’t know, it wasn’t being clear.”

My watch began beeping. 

“I’m going to be late. I got to go.”

“Hey, be careful and No more disappearing without a word.”

“I’ll try, can’t promise.”

Someone holding a bag of apples when one apple began falling to the ground. I put my knee out and let it bounce back. In the bag. Putting the ear buds in my ear so I can dim the world around me. I pulled random granola bar out my purse. I need something in my stomach, Or I will be the monster in real life. This will have to do. Substation was my fast possible route to get to where I am needed.  The subway gets me a moment to write in my journal. I always wrote in something, ever since I little I would wright anything that was worth remembering. That not the first time I dream about something like that. but this is the first time interacting with the environment. 

These dreams play out like a movie. I was always on the side just watching everything unfold. like people do in a theater. most of the dreams that I do remember are fragments. I had one were two lover’s kisses. I had one where a farther is knocking down his daughter. There are too many that I remember. my mine can't remember the last time a thing like this happens. This is diffidently first time some being has died. 

Why did he say midnight. Who midnight I am sliver and no one else. After sitting in a spot that was safe as you could be. I open my big bag and pull out a notebook the said ‘I need space’ and it had a galaxy in space background. It a sketch book but I write and draw in it. a ton of people have called it many names. Reek called it a journal before. I had many people call it my dairy. Buster jokingly said before it my evil planner. Yea right buster. I can't hurt a fly even If I wanted to. In a way It’s a journal of me. my life, people I meet, my dreams. I hope this journal shows that I was not perfect. I am human just like everyone else. 

After going to a blank page. I was sketching the whole dream; the face of the ape was first thing that came to mind.  The sequence was mushy, but I did my best on all the important parts. 

Above the guy that won the battle.  I wrote scrouge in big sharp letter. Underneath him. I wrote bad guy with a question mark.  Because to everyone can be a bad guy to a family like scourge could be bad to just this ape and his family. Then have no fire with me. I have a feeling that not the case. it a possibility can't full rule out the. ‘Proven until guilty’ what the cops say.  Above the ape I wrote Apeling. Leader of the maximal.

Why did I write that and why did that feel right. Who are the maximal? Confusion filled my brain with how I know any of this. Let alone where did these works come from?

“You will know soon.” A whisper came from my left.  there was no one there when I turn my head. the seat was completely empty and there was no one behind me that could be close enough to say it. 

“Next stop Broadway Ave. “

Closing the book and grabbing my bags. I slip past people.my body has a flow. I slip pass people without touching them knowing I was there. anyone would use it to their advantage when its places like this.    At these times it almost completely true and I used it. I have gotten to the top of the stairway without any issue. 

“I don’t want to, but I need too.” I spotted the clinic with its massive red plus sign. Speedy across the sidewalk to reach it without any difficulties walk over. I pull out a 10 I had in my pocket and put it in buster cup. 

“Hey sliver.” 

“Hey buster. Keep both of stomachs full.”

“You know I feed him before I feed myself.” 

 Buster was a homeless guy with a lot mental and physical problems. He is ex-military soldier, who lost his arm in battle. With the battle on top of that he has severe PTSD. Then there Altan a small brown and white boxer, that found his way in buster arms.  Altan means second chance. Buster even admitted feeling like he gotten a second chance, ever since he meant the boxer. 

“That is loyalty, at its finest”

I open the door. where there was no line, making me not delay any longer. 

“Here for sliver.”

 The lady behind desk. Look at her Monitor. 

“Ahh yes for your shots right.”

“Yea” I said grimly. 

“It will be over before you know it.” She said with an empathetic smile and pointed to the waiting room.  

No one hates them like me. me and needles have a VERY bad history. Before I can go down memory lane. I spot an eleven-year-old by his self. Seem like Noah was trying to speed up the waiting process again. 

“Hey tails”

“Hey sliver, you getting your shots done?” 

“Yea, you know me and needles. Did you finish that level with bowser?”

No, I gotten him down like 5 percent. One attack away from wining. Then I died.”

“Oh man. You were almost there. You were one hit away?”

“Yea.”

“how about this, I help you beat him tonight?”

“It sounds like fun.” 

“Okay I have nothing planned after this, so I can follow you home.”

“My brother has an interview.”

“I can still follow and keep you company. An interview takes about an hour.” 

“SLIVER.” Said a nurse in blue.

“Looks like my que. Hey, can you watch greenie I have a feeling you would be here a bit.” Only grabbing my purse and my journal that still in my hand.

“Sure.”

“Be back tails.”

Nothing special happen. They ask the classic questions. Took my measurements, and weight. Am I don’t any drugs. Am I smoke so on so forth. 

When I was left in the room, I wrote in my journal my weight and height. I still average size, but I grew an inch. Now, I am 5’5. I went to the page with the monkey and robot. I know I need to add more. Like that ball or sphere in my dream and they shape of that key. Just trying to do whatever to distract myself.  Form mine understand this “scourge” is linked to this “Unicron” in some way.  I am guessing, that this Unicron eats planets to fill their hunger. These Maximals are keeping this key away. I drew just a diamond because the closest I can draw it because it went with that second ape.  I barely saw him for a minute.

Okay main thing to take away from this dream so far. key from Unicron. This Scrouge and Terrorcons do whatever Unicron says.  These Maximals are this guardian of this key. That would make him more powerful. They swore to play keep away.

This is all to my understanding. Many questions are going through my head. what is this key. where did the rest of the Maximals go. what more is out there? who is this ‘midnight’? the biggest question that I have was, why me? I just a nobody that just run and knows a lot of random facts. 

I just kept sketching I just let my hand wonder.

 A doctor in white coat came in. my right sleeve was already rose up for her. So, I can get this over.  my legs were crossed, so this book was in some what a stable condition.

“that’s a nice wolf you are drawing there.”  

A black wolf was under the word midnight. Was that midnight?  My gut was saying yes but didn’t want to trust it on something as a drawing. I can't seem to find a reason to disagree. 

“Thank you.”  I said trying to be polite. Now realizing she was cleaning up.  

This wolf was nothing like me. I am a human from my planet earth. I am walking on two feet not four. I have hair, not fur. There so much that different between the two of us. could the ape confuse my kindness for her, or Mr. Apelinq could have been having a life flash before his eye’s moment. 

I HATE not knowing. I also know that I am not getting an answer.  While I was going down this worm hole of possibilities or theories. The appointment was over before I know it. Prefect timing to as I was walking out sonic, and tails were about to start there’s. 

“I got it tails, go.” 

I traded places with him. I pull out the last cholate chip cookie I had in the green bag. Staring monkey with graphite eyes. Like he could talk back.

“How can I solve this mystery?

Tag: @apexprime.

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Moodboard by the incredible @softhecreator

Mr. Chalamet

chapter two: more than friendly

AO3 info one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

I fell apart when I got home inside my bed. I can’t think, can’t speak; I can’t move, can’t breathe. This is a white heart heat when you get next to me. When I’m around you, it’s like waking up the dead. My back’s against the wall, oh oh, and I’m feeling the pressure. Yes, I’m about to fall, oh oh. What I’m feeling, it’s torture. It’s unavoidable. You are a magnet, it’s unavoidable. I am metallic, so do what you do, do what you do to me.- Neon Trees, Unavoidable

It may have been strange, but Mr. Chalamet was Lea’s first male friend. If one could call one’s friend’s dad one’s own friend, that is. Which he certainly acted like one with her.

He was so nice. So ridiculously nice. He’d finished filming recently, so he’d be home for awhile, he had told her.

She spent a great deal of time over at their house, which, realistically speaking, who could blame her, really? It had a movie theater, for god’s sake.

Lea had become strangely comfortable with Mr. Chalamet, too. He was always so kind to her. And he was funny. Elle was forever teasing him for his jokes, but Lea thought they were hilarious. He seemed to revel in making her laugh, always smiling when he managed it. They’d become texting buddies (he’d offered to give her his motherfucking phone number), and he’d even invited her to follow his finsta and Snapchat, frequently sending her pictures and videos on the latter— sometimes in a group, sometimes just for her. He texted her memes and asked her how school was going. He expressed concerns about his job. They were friends, and it was weird.

She stared at him sometimes. She couldn’t help it. In her defense, though, he was so attractive it was downright obscene. He was a walking, talking orgasm, basically. 

But one evening, he did something… so ridiculously, unbelievably sweet.

Lea had fallen asleep on the couch after a movie, and he had carried her up to the guest bedroom she slept in whenever she visited. He’d even tucked her in. He’d stayed for nearly thirty seconds—she had counted—before walking away. Her counting had pulled her almost entirely back to sleep, and his actions had fueled her dreams that night. She dreamt of him getting in bed next to her and holding her close.

It was after this that she sat down and made a list. 

List Of Reasons Why I Absolutely Cannot Fall In Love With Timothée Chalamet 

1. He’s married. 

2. His wife is Lourdes Leon, Madonna’s daughter.

3. He’s sixteen years older than me. 

4. I’m friends with his daughter.

5. His daughter (my friend!) has been alive for almost the same number of years he is older than I am.

6. He’s a huge celebrity. I am a nobody.

7. He clearly likes skinny girls. I am fat. He must think I'm disgusting. 

8. He sees me as a kid, not a woman. He will never see me as a woman. 

9. Even if he did, though, he still has to kiss and pretend to have sex with other women for work. He has to pretend to be in love with them. I’m jealous just thinking about it. 

10. He’d never want me. Not in a million years. 

And that was that. She put it from her mind. 

Or tried to, anyway. It didn’t work. By the end of the semester, she knew it for certain: she was falling in love with him. It was inevitable. Perhaps it always had been. 

So Lea did the only thing she could think of to do. As soon as the new semester started up and she and Elle were in Cinema Studies 2—this time they’d been able to request they be partners, although Lea hadn’t been able to think of a good excuse not to, plus she didn’t want to hurt her friend’s feelings—, she avoided him like he had rabies and was likely to infect her if she got too close. She wouldn’t spend the night anymore, and she didn’t watch movies with him anymore. He would sometimes come in and sit down while she and Elle watched a movie, but Lea was always sure to leave immediately. She was terrified that being around him, looking at him, hearing his voice— all of it would make her feelings so much worse.

Her twentieth birthday had come and gone, and he texted her for it. She thanked him, but otherwise didn’t speak to him hardly at all. And yet she daydreamed sometimes about what it would be like if he wanted her, too. If he wasn’t with someone else, if she wasn’t too young for him, no good for him. If he saw her the way she saw him.

Elle slept over at her and Sam’s apartment one evening.

“You’ve been sadder lately,” Elle said quietly into the darkness of Lea’s bedroom. “Are you okay?”

Lea hadn’t intended to fill Elle in on this particular development, but, well. The younger girl was too perceptive, and she knew her friend’s mannerisms too well by that point not to pick up on the change.

“I’m fine,” Lea assured her, “I just…” she trailed off with a sigh. “I like someone. A lot.”

“Ommigod!” Elle squealed, shooting bolt upright from her sleeping bag on the floor. “Who is he?!”

Lea was silent for a moment. “Someone unavailable,” she finally confessed, her voice quiet. “Someone who wouldn’t look twice at me in a million years.”

“Unavailable how?”

“He’s married,” Lea explained.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” Elle said. “Yeah, that would pose a problem. What’re you gonna do?”

“Nothing,” Lea said quickly. “I’m just gonna avoid him so it doesn’t get worse.”

“Why avoid him?”

“He’s really nice to me,” Lea admitted. “It sucks ‘cause I like hanging out with him, but if I keep doing it, I’m gonna end up falling in love with him, I think, and I don’t want to. He’s really smart, so he’d probably figure it out or something, and I don’t want him to be uncomfortable. I don’t want to make things weird.”

“You know what you should do,” Elle started, “is ask my dad for advice. He’s really insightful.”

“I know,” Lea agreed, “but I don’t wanna ask him, really. It’d be weird.”

“Why would it be weird?” Elle asked in surprise.

Because it’s him I’m falling for, she thought. What she said, however, was, “I don’t talk to, y’know. Guys. Especially not about feelings and whatnot.”

“He’s not a guy,” Elle laughed. “He’s my dad.”

“He’s still a guy, dude.”

“If you say so.”

“You won’t, uh…” Lea gulped nervously. “You won’t tell him, will you?” She quickly amended with, “Or— or anybody else, I mean?”

“Nah,” Elle assured her. “Of course not. Not unless you want me to. I do really think my dad could help, though. He gives great advice.“

Lea stared at the ceiling even though she couldn’t see anything.

“I’m sure he does.”

They were cramming for school, which, for Cinema Studies, meant their final project. Lea was subsequently over at their house a great deal.

It was Friday evening, and they’d just eaten a very late dinner. Mr. Chalamet had made it. Which, yeah, he could cook. Swoon.

“I’m gonna take a shower and pass out,” Elle decided. “Lea, are you staying or going home?”

“I should head home,” she said immediately. Perhaps a bit too quickly, in fact. 

“In this rain?” Mr. Chalamet asked as Elle walked off. “Are you sure?”

“Uh… yeah,” she gulped anxiously, not looking at him. This was made easier when her phone buzzed as a completely irrelevant notification came through. “Oh, my ride's here.” She didn’t have a ride, but he didn’t have to know that.

“Do you have an umbrella?” he asked. 

“Yeah,” she lied. “My purse is waterproof, too, so.” That, at least, was true. Her phone and wallet would be safe, even in the rain. It was fine.

Mr. Chalamet seemed skeptical, but let her leave without further questions.

Lea didn’t have a ride, though. She didn’t even have a raincoat. This was unfortunate, because she had to walk all the way off the Chalamet estate to the street and down to the subway.

Her hair was soaked (as was the rest of her) within minutes, and she knew she’d have a hell of a time stopping the frizz when she got home. She wondered what time it was. When she’d left, it had been just after eleven, what with how late she and Elle had been working. Mr. Chalamet had looked so gorgeous that evening that it had actually been painful to look at him. And he was so kind, making dinner for her and Elle, wanting to make sure she got home safely. 

She was musing about it as she walked down the sidewalk not far from the Chalamets’, a car she recognized all too well pulling up against the curb. 

She glanced at it, and, to her horror, Mr. Chalamet himself had cracked the window so he could speak to her without the rain getting in.

“Lea?” he asked, concern lacing his voice. “What’re you doing here?”

“I’m, uh…” She gulped anxiously. “I’m going to the subway.”

“I thought you said you had a ride.”

“They had to cancel last minute,” she quickly lied. 

He pursed his lips. “Uh huh. Okay, I’ll take you home. C’mon.”

Lea’s eyes widened, and she shook her head rapidly. “N— no thank you,” she stuttered. “I’m fine taking the subway.”

“Not in this rain,” Mr. Chalamet insisted, “and definitely not this late at night. Get in the car.”

“No, really,” she assured him, “I’m fine. But thank you.”

“Lea,” he started, his voice slow and deliberate, “I am not letting you walk around the city alone in the rain at 11:45 at night. No way in hell.” When she hesitated further, contemplating how to refuse him in a way he’d accept, he added, “Get. In. The. Fucking. Car.”

She did. 

He started down the road, and she stared out the window, watching rain. His car smelled like him, and with him so close to her…

Well. She just needed to pretend she was somewhere else.

“You didn’t have a ride home, did you?” Mr. Chalamet asked, sounding displeased. “Or an umbrella, apparently.”

She didn’t respond. He’d made her get in the car, and she couldn’t bear to talk to him. She was soaking wet, and somehow, that made her feel exposed. Vulnerable. Her mom had been vulnerable to her dad. That was why he’d been able to beat her. It was why she no longer had a dad, why she’d never grown up around boys. There was no danger of that with Mr. Chalamet for a whole host of reasons, of course, but the point was, vulnerability led to disaster. 

“Why did you lie to me, Lea?” he asked instead. “I get the feeling you’ve been lying to me, not to mention avoiding me. Why?”

She tensed. He was going to make things even more difficult for her, wasn’t he?

When she didn’t answer, didn’t even look at him, he let out a sigh of frustration. “Fine.”

All of a sudden, they had turned around and were going the opposite direction of her apartment.

Trying to figure out what he was trying to pull, Lea finally turned to look at him. “My apartment is the other way,” she pointed out.

“I know.” His fingers were tight on the steering wheel. 

He didn’t say anything else, and next thing she knew, they were in front of his house again. He got out, opening an umbrella as he did so. She flinched as the rain started to hit her skin again.

He rushed around to the other side to hold the umbrella over them both. Normally, she’d have smiled up at him and thanked him. This time, though, she marched right past him.

He hurried after her, and soon enough, she was dripping onto his fancy marble floors.

“What is with you?” Mr. Chalamet demanded.

She didn’t answer. She was gonna wait until she was dry enough to not damage her phone, and then she was gonna call an Uber.

“Alright then,” he decided, dropping his keys on the entryway table and grabbing her hand. “C’mon.”

“What—“ she started, thrown off by this turn of events.

“Do not argue with me, Lea,” he said sharply. “I’m not in the mood.”

Mr. Chalamet never got upset. She had never seen him snap or lose his temper, not once. It was… startling, to say the least. So she followed him, allowing him to pull her up the stairs and… into his bedroom?

They walked beneath an archway and then through a set of painted French doors, and then they were in his room. It was huge— vaulted ceilings, a TV above a carved fireplace, a sunroom in the corner that was separated from the rest of the bedroom by columns, a king sized bed with the covers unmade. 

That’s where he sleeps, she thought in a daze. He sleeps there. He sleeps there.

They passed a cabinet and counter with a mini fridge and coffee machine before going through another set of French doors and past a large, elaborate vanity that was built into the wall. He let go of her hand once they were between two huge walk-in closets, and he strode into the one on the right. Within a few seconds, he had re-emerged carrying a long-sleeve shirt and pair of sweatpants.

Mr. Chalamet grabbed her hand again and pulled her through a third set of French doors. “Stay there,” he commanded sharply as he let go of her hand again to rifle through some sort of small closet that was built into the wall. 

As he did, she took in the bathroom she now stood in. Marble floors, a huge walk-in shower with a seat—also made of marble, and with a large circular mirror inside—a large double vanity, columns around the ginormous tub that was more of a jacuzzi, all elaborately carved. There was even a fireplace with a mirror—and fuck, a small statue in front of the mirror—and a set of doors to a balcony with a table and chair set.

He marched past her and plopped the clothes as well towels he’d retrieved onto a long stool that sat in front of the tub. “Shower,” he ordered, “or take a bath. I don’t care. Just get out of those wet clothes and warm up. I’ll be outside until you’re done.”

“I… I need to brush my hair whenever I bathe,” she told him, her voice soft and hesitant. “It frizzes up really bad if I don’t.”

“I know.” He pointed at the shower seat. “I have curly hair, too, you realize. There’s a brush in the shower for that exact reason. You can use it.”

Lea nodded. He left then, closing the doors behind him. She hastened to lock them, looking around the room anxiously.

She showered, noting that the conditioner—which must’ve been obscenely expensive—was for curly hair. Did he have trouble taming his, too?

The towels were soft, and the clothes were warm. She squeezed out her bra and panties, not wanting him to see them, or see her without a bra.

When she exited the bathroom, Mr. Chalamet was sitting in a chair by the fireplace. She crossed her arms over her stomach, curling her toes in the sweatpants (they fell well past her feet and were essentially socks).

His lips quirked slightly when he saw her. “Feel better?” She stared at her feet in silence, and he sighed. “C’mon,” he told her, “we should sit in the living room.”

Lea didn’t see why, but she wasn’t about to argue with him. She didn’t understand his need to take care of her, really. Must’ve been a dad thing. 

Further confirmation he sees you as a child, she told herself glumly. I told you he’d never see you as anything but that. It seems like he sees you as a daughter, even. Ugh.

She let him take her downstairs and into the living room, and she was soon sitting on the couch with him in a chair across from her. She stared up at the balcony behind him; the chandelier and vaulted ceilings, elaborately carved like the rest of the house.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he finally said. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of fact. “You’ve been lying to me, too. Tell me why.”

She stared at her hands in her lap, where her fingertips were peeking through the hemline of the sleeves off the shirt he’d given her. “With all due respect, Mr. Chalamet, what I do is none of your business.”

“I thought we were friends,” he told her quietly, a smile in his voice.

She exhaled sharply. “You’re my friend’s dad.”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t be friends also,” he insisted. “I see you as a friend. Don’t you see me as one, too?”

She crossed her arms over her stomach protectively. Maybe she wouldn’t spill her guts, pour her heart out to him, if she could hold herself together. “I dunno,” she sighed. “It’s… weird.”

He stood, and she watched his sock-clad feet come into view before the couch dipped beneath his weight. He was close, but not close enough to appear more than friendly. “Why is it weird?” he asked her, his voice gentle. Kind. He was always so goddamn nice.

Finally, the prickling of his gaze on her skin was too much. She looked up at him, into his eyes, and…

And she couldn’t take it, couldn’t keep it in. She burst into tears, the emotions bursting out of her like water from a collapsed dam.

Cupping her face with her hands so he wouldn’t see her cry, Lea sobbed as quietly as she could until she felt herself pulled towards him and warm arms around her. 

“Shh,” he hushed softly, rubbing her back as she wept. “It’s alright. I’ve got you, Lea. It’s okay.” 

She couldn’t stop herself from burying her face in his shoulder. It felt so good to be held by him, to have his arms around her. It was everything she’d ever dreamed of except better, a billion times better.

Lea cried for a few more minutes before coming back to herself. As soon as she did, she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed away from him. Or tried to, anyway. She couldn’t get very far with his arms still around her. “Sorry,” she muttered, still trying to pull away. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Hey,” Mr. Chalamet said gently, cupping her cheek and lifting her face up towards him so she couldn’t help but look at him, “it’s alright. Really. I want to be there for you, sweetheart.”

“You shouldn’t call me that,” she breathed, certain that he shouldn’t call her such things because of the way it made her stomach flutter.

He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “It’s what you are to me.”

“I shouldn’t be.” She assumed he saw her as a daughter, and, well, he should see her platonically, of course, but she couldn’t bear for him to look at her the way a father looked at his daughter. She’d rather he look at her as a friend, no matter how painful that was. Or, hell, even a stranger was better than his daughter. Better than a child.

“But you are,” he murmured. His gaze found her lips, and she stopped breathing. “You’re probably right. You probably shouldn’t be. But you are, and I don’t care anymore. Push me away, slap me if you have to, but I can’t stop myself. I want this with you too badly. I’m sorry.”

“What are you—“ She didn’t even get to finish her question before his lips were on hers.

Lea was frozen. Her lungs wouldn’t work, couldn’t work. And then her brain processed what was happening. He was kissing her. Mr. Chalamet was kissing her, his lips moving gently over hers, his hand migrating from her cheek into her wet hair. 

She whimpered softly, closing her eyes and shifting closer to him. He groaned when he felt her respond, clenching his hand in her hair, his arm tightening around her waist. Their kiss deepened, becoming desperate and hungry, and he sucked her tongue into his mouth, moaning as he did so.

She knew it was wrong, knew he was no good for her, that she was no good for him, but she couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t help how desperately she needed him.

She slid her hands up from his shoulders into his hair and tried to move her lips over his the way he was doing with her, and he moaned again, trailing kisses over her jaw and down her throat. “You’re so beautiful,” Mr. Chalamet said against her skin. “God, why didn’t you push me away? You should hate me now. You should find me repulsive, think I’m a gross old man—“

“A what?” she laughed breathlessly. “Are you serious?”

“I’m way too old to want you this way.” He slid his hand down to the base of her spine, almost on her ass, but not quite. She wondered if he wanted to touch her there. She wished he would. She wished he’d touch her everywhere. “I shouldn’t look at you the way I do.”

“How do you look at me?” Lea asked breathily as he continued to kiss her neck. “I thought you saw me as a child.”

He chuckled a bit, the hand on her back bunching up in the fabric of the shirt she wore. “But you’re not one, are you?” he breathed. “You’re a fully grown woman.” His fingers slipped beneath the hemline of the shirt, brushing against the bare skin of her lower back. “God, are you ever.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, having a theory she couldn’t quite voice and hoping she was right.

“You’re of age,” Mr. Chalamet began, “and your body is…” he trailed off momentarily before clearing his throat. “Well. You’re an adult, and you look it.”

“You like the way I look?” she asked hesitantly.

“Fuck yes I do,” he growled. “I don’t wanna freak you out, but you are insanely sexy. Kiss me again, sweetheart. Please.”

“If that’s what you want,” she breathed, pressing her mouth to his again.

“I’ve spent a lot of time imagining this,” Mr. Chalamet confessed. “Thinking about your lips on mine.”

“You— you have?”

“God, yes.” He pulled her closer by the waist. “I can’t get you out of my head. Ever since I first saw you, I wanted to know what you’d taste like, what you’d feel like. What sounds you’d make if I touched you the way I really want to.”

“How do you want to touch me?” she wanted to know. “I… I’ve never… I mean, that was my first kiss, so…”

“It was?” he asked, sounding surprised. “I can’t believe I got to have that. But— I want to touch you however you'll let me. I want things with you—I want to do things to you—that might scare you, and that’s the last thing I want, is to scare you off.”

“You could never scare me off,” she assured him. “Please tell me how you see me. I want to know.”

“Like a fucking goddess,” he growled, kissing her neck again. “Aphrodite come to Earth. I’d worship you if you let me.”

Lea wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting to be closer to him, impossibly closer. “Mr. Chalamet, I—“

“Use my name, darling,” he interjected, running his hands up and down her sides, almost brushing her breasts. “I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you moan it.”

She hesitated, but he was kissing her neck, and it felt so good. He felt so good. “Timothée,” she exhaled softly.

“Fuck,” he groaned, sucking her skin gently, not quite hard enough to leave a mark. “Again, angel. Please. Say it again.”

“Oh, Timothée—“

“I wanna hold you,” he gasped. “I wanna touch you, feel your skin against mine—“

“Yes,” Lea whimpered. “Yes, Timothée, please touch me, I want that, I want that so bad—“

“Fuckin’ love hearing you say my name, baby,” he growled. “Never call me Mr. Chalamet again, you got that?”

“Whatever you want,” she promised, kissing him hungrily.

“This is why you’ve been lying to me, isn’t it?” Mr. Chalamet—no, Timothée, he wanted her to call him Timothée—asked. “Why you’ve been avoiding me, won’t look at me.”

She buried her face in his neck in response. “I’m sorry. I never meant to feel this way about you. It was an accident.”

“I didn’t mean to feel this way about you, either,” he confessed, “but that doesn’t mean I’m not happy I do, that you feel the same way about me.”

“I tried to hide it,” Lea admitted, “but I’ve never liked anybody before, so I don’t think I was very good at it.”

“No,” he chuckled with a slight shake of his head. “No, you weren’t. I suspected—or hoped, rather—that that was what was going on, but I wasn’t sure. I’m so glad I was right.” After a moment, he said, “Kiss me again, Lea. I need you to kiss me again.”

She was leaning in to do just that when there were footsteps on the stairs. Jumping away from him like a kid caught with their hand in a cookie jar, she panted heavily.

“What’re you guys doing?” Elle asked when she saw them.

There was silence for a few tense beats. “I was just about to take Lea home,” Tim—she got to think of him as that now!—finally said. “She’s not feeling well.”

“Oh, shit,” Elle muttered. “You okay? Why’re you wearing Dad’s clothes?”

“She got sick while still wearing her clothes,” he explained. “Do you need something?”

“Just a snack,” Elle said, strolling towards the kitchen. “See you later, Lea. Hope you feel better.”

“T— thanks,” Lea stuttered back, feeling very much like she’d just committed treasonous levels of betrayal.

“C’mon,” Tim told her gently, pulling her up and leading her towards the door.

She was in a daze on the drive to her apartment, trying to process what had happened.

He’d kissed her. He’d told her he liked her, wanted her, couldn’t stop thinking about her.

What the fuck?

He stopped in front of her building, pulling off to the curb. “The rain has stopped enough for you to walk in without an umbrella,” he observed.

“Yeah,” she agreed softly, staring at her hands in her lap. “Thanks for driving me home, Mr. Chalamet.”

“Why are you calling me that again?” he wanted to know. “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t anymore, now that we’re…” he trailed off.

Lea clutched the fabric of the sweatpants he’d given her. “We can’t do that again,” she informed him shakily. “I’m sorry. We can’t. I’ll see you later.”

He objected, saying her name, but she was already getting out of the car.

She curled up in a ball when she got to bed, crying until her eyes were raw.

Aaaaaaaa I’m sorry I’m sorry I promise it has a happy ending

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Someone Great

A/N: I haven’t written fanfiction ever since I temporarily gave up hardcore fangirling a couple of years back. I’m so out of touch, but creativity has been creeping onto me lately because law school is eating up most of my life.

Do you wanna guess who she'll end up with? :)

Prelude and part one under the cut! ❤

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PAIRING | Park Jongseong (Jay) x reader

WC | 1.6k

GENRE | fluff, angst, slice of life

WARNINGS | explicit language

SYNOPSIS | I was told that I was going to love six boys in my life before I meet the one I'm going to love forever.

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PRELUDE

Seven boys. I am going to love seven boys in this lifetime.

I went to a Chinese temple once when I was 10 because my mother was a hardcore fortune junkie and believed in these superstitions. She made (forced more like it) me come with her to see if I was going to grow up rich or something and while I myself didn’t believe in it, I let her do what she wanted because really at that point in life I never saw myself as anything or anyone once I reached my twenties. 

Not sure if they still have this now, but I inserted a coin in what looked like a gacha machine and pulled out a piece of paper (I vividly remember that I pulled a number 15) which supposedly contained my future and how life would be like for me in terms of health, wealth, love, and everything else. 

It said that I would meet and love exactly six men in my life before I meet the one for me. Back then I never obsessed on boys or the idea of dating in general, but as a young girl, it sparked my interest because the concept of love was something new. I kept that single piece of paper until I graduated college. 

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ONE. THE FIRST.

Everyone remembers their first. First crush, first date, first hug, the first hand they’ve ever felt, and the first pair of lips they’ve ever touched with their own. 

His name was Park Jongseong. We called him Jay. 

Jay was the perfect first love. He was handsome, kind, lit up the room whenever he entered, valued his friendships, and was the ultimate momma’s boy. I met Jay when I was 13. He was 14, an only child of a business man, learned how to drive at 16, and was the boy of my dreams. 

He was tall, slender, had jet black hair that was often pushed back to show his sharp, manly features. He had a small scar at the top of his nose in between his eyes, and often had a cut in the middle of his lower lip. At first it made him look like a bad boy, someone your mother wouldn’t dream of you ever end up dating. But deep inside, he was kind, caring, and really embodied my love language (which is of course, acts of service). I dedicated literally every Taylor Swift song to him and thought that I was going to love him forever. 

I vaguely remember the day we met, but I do remember the first time I went out with him. I was so impressed by how much he spent on me considering we were just kids and didn’t really get much for a weekly allowance (at least that was the case for me). He was every boy a girl could ever hope their first love would be. He treated me to lunch, held my hand in the movie theater, and I even got my first kiss when he dropped me home that one day. 

“I’ve never done this before.” Because I really hadn’t yet. The closest form of intimacy I’ve ever had were hugs and hand-holding, and most of these didn’t even come from certain “significant others.”

“Just close your eyes.” He seemed experienced. 

Was I supposed to feel embarrassed for not knowing where to put my hands? When should I open my eyes? Should I say thank you afterwards?

See, these are the things I wished they taught us at school. 

And then, in the midst of all this overthinking, our lips touched. 

My first kiss was memorable because we laughed it off immediately after. He asked me how it was and I replied with, “Felt like a rough wilderness, but I guess it’ll feel better later on.” He never let that go because it was the object of literally every inside joke we have among our friends. 

Jay took care of me a lot. He made sure that I ate during lunch and that I received gifts every “monthly anniversary.” He took me to the movies, drove me around, even taking the long ways to places just so we can spend more time sightseeing. He would hold the door for me, carry my heavy bags full of high school necessities, and wipe the sweat off my forehead after cheerleading practice.

We had a lot of fun dating throughout those years, but when I turned 16, I got more and more exposed to school activities, boys in general, and learned more about myself and what I loved doing. Jay was extremely supportive in the things I did, and even if I didn’t get along that much with his mom, he continued to love me as though I was the only woman in his life. 

One fateful morning, I woke up after a busy day at school (we stayed up until midnight for a runway where I had to represent my class and model for the students who helped design clothes based on a theme) and I’m not sure if it was due to exhaustion or the gradual turn of events between Jay and I, but this was something I will always remember even up to this day. 

It was the day I realized that I was no longer in love. 

Going back to that very day, I was so angry, frustrated, and even disgusted with myself for even thinking about dumping my dear boyfriend. My dear, sweet, caring, Jay who treated me like I was glass. But the hardest part of it was accepting the fact that I no longer felt the same. I no longer felt the heat of the sun in my body whenever we touched. I no longer felt the sweetness in the laughs that we shared. I no longer felt the butterflies in my stomach when in fact it used to feel like there was an entire amazon in there. Everything just felt so empty. Was that how it was supposed to feel like? 

I forgot when and at what point I stopped loving Jay, but I knew that he did not deserve me the very moment I even started to doubt my feelings. The night before I finally admitted to myself that I no longer loved him was actually NORMAL. He picked me up from school, we laughed, shared stories, held hands, and even kissed before I hopped off the car when I reached home. Yet, I knew I couldn’t keep these feelings away from him. I couldn’t hide them in the depths of my young heart. I was just too small, and the feeling only grew more as I made every little thing that he did for me a big deal. 

“Did I do something wrong?” He choked. I felt the shock from his voice. He sounded like he felt every kind of negative emotion all at once. 

I took a deep breath and said, “I just don’t think I feel the same anymore.” 

“All of a sudden? Have you been feeling like this for a while?”

“I don’t know.” I really didn’t know. I just knew that even if I was still so young at the time, I spent three years of my young age with Jay. It was my first time ever sharing a huge chunk of my life to someone else. Back then, it felt like a mini-forever. 

It was a 23-minute phone call. 

We broke up that night, and I cried myself to sleep for the first time. 

It was my first heartbreak, and it wasn’t even for a guy who hurt me. He didn’t even try to hurt me. 

Jay lingered for a while. I understood why he held such as a special place in my life and I knew that he was someone my young heart had to experience to know what it was really like to reciprocate a feeling. He was my first leap of faith, my dip in the pool before I dove in, the sweet sensation at the tip of my tongue before I took a bite. I still so clearly remember how he held me the first time we hugged, and the scar he had on his lip when we first kissed. 

I was his first love, and he mine. 

[mermaidsirennikita]

Which are your favourite proposals in historical, modern romance and movies?

Omg, fun!

For movies, I immediately have to call out Crazy Rich Asians. The moment when the ring was revealed, I remember this audible gasp in my theater (including me and my mom). Such a great way to close a loop in a movie, while being super romantic and swoony.

Obviously, Pride and Prejudice 2005. I prefer the way Joe Wright did it not only to the 90s miniseries, but the book as well. The rain adds to the atmosphere and passion, the anger and tension is palpable, the way the mood changes when McFadyen goes "Mr. WickHAM", the almost kiss. So good.

For all that there is some content that hasn't aged the best, Colin Firth's proposal in Love Actually was primo. The language barrier was used perfectly, and of course the reveal that she'd been learning English while he was learning Portuguese.... adorable.

This is technically in a miniseries, but it's piggybacking off two movies, so I'll mention it... When Q tracks Shelby down in The Best Man: The Final Chapters and does a grovelprosal??? So good. Like, you watched these two, objectively the most caustic and like... edgy? People in the series, dance around each other with random hookups (and a secret baby lol) for years, and he finally has to completely debase himself in front of a bunch of watching women who are like, filming this shit, begging her not to leave... So fucking satisfying.

For books, I would have to say....

The Bride Goes Rogue by Joanna Shupe and The Duke Gets Even both have really good proposals, and neither one goes well for the men in question for very different reasons. Preston's in Bride is honestly a bad proposal because he's a broken human being who doesn't know how to accept that he loves Katherine and needs to be with her, and she's like "I deserve better than 'we should get married because we make sense and the sex is bomb'" and just sweeps out and leaves him like a broken man. Whereas Lockwood in Duke is completely in love with Nellie (him being like "I fucking worship you and am completely incapable of getting anything done when you're not here because it's like my arm's been ripped off or some shit" is.... amazing) and completely capable of expressing that love, but she cannot accept it. And he knows this. But he has to try anyway because he's SO in love with her.

Something Fabulous by Alexis Hall has a great one where Valentine proposes to Bonny when he's like, hiding in a tree or something. And he's basically like "listen it's Victorian England and we're both men so it can't be legal but I want you to be whatever a husband is for me and this is VERY DIFFICULT FOR ME TO EXPRESS". It's adorable.

Enzo like... grovelprosing to Gia in Mafia Madman by Mila Finelli is so deranged. It's like, a quick kidnap (that's their love language), a "I can't breathe without you FORGIVE ME", a negotiation of what she needs out of the relationship (a huge ring, a long engagement, maybe a vasectomy from him because she's not sure if she wants kids, and freedom to have her career) and him being like "YES FINE WHATEVER" because he's realized he needs her like air, lol. My beloved garbage people.

The thing in A Kingdom of Dreams by Judith McNaught where it's really less a proposal and more Royce taking Jennifer to the priest and being like "marry us, neither of you have a choice and I don't wanna be here either". And then he calls her a bitch. I loved that.

There are like... three? Proposals in Sierra Simone's New Camelot trilogy (one of which is accepted) and then sort of like an on the spot private spiritual wedding ceremony with what I guess is a proposal right before? And I loved all of it. There's so much angst and so much intense longing in those books. So many times for my boy Embry to get proposed to and go "I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH TBH".

OOOh I loooove the proposal in The Long Game by Rachel Reid. There's such a great buildup to it, and it's so romantic, and I also love that Ilya and Shane go from this big emotional sappy proposal to fucking on the floor immediately after. Good for Them.