and your smile lights up the entire room

Already Gone

Prompt: “I don’t love you, I never have.”

Word Count: 2,011.

Warnings: Foul language, and emotional abuse.

A/N: I wrote this for @bionic-buckyb‘s writing challenge! She recently hit 5k followers (congrats again sweetie) and I decided to challenge myself this once and wrote out this heartbreaking fic! I took a lot of inspiration from a novel I’m currently reading at the moment, and I honestly think it set the right mood for me to take some inspo from. I would also like to say a special thank you to the very kind @whothehellisbella for dealing with me and helping me out big time as I wrote all of this out. As always, please let me know what you all thought of this and I hope you enjoy!

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Desperate for Love pt. 2 [Suga Angst]

Originally posted by yoonggi

“I love him. But he doesn’t know(s) But it doesn’t matter. Because he loves her.”


Yoongi moved out from the apartment a few days after that the two of you had the fight. Or the confession.

He went back to being cold and didn’t say a word and although you were glad he didn’t, you still wished that everything somehow went back to how it was. How it was before you dug in too deep.

You stood outside his now empty room and looked around. You had never seen his room. Not even once since he always locked the door even if he was at home. But now standing there, the wonder about how his room looked like was still in your head.

Was it as cold and dark as him, with a black desk, black chair and black blankets? Did he throw his dirty clothes on the floor until the whole floor was covered with stinky socks and shirts that smelled like him?

The room you had tried to sneak into so many times was now standing there, empty with nothing but a key that he had left behind, on the floor.

He had left without even telling you about that. The key that you had given him on the first day when he first moved in wasn’t given to you on his last day. He had left it on the floor because he was avoiding you. And for once, you were happy he was.

Your days went and came, faster than you’ve ever imagined that time would be. It had already been a year since the last time you saw him.

There was no point in lying - you had been extremely careful with going out and accidently bump into him. But fortunately, that hasn’t happened although you’ve been working at The Face Shop, knowing exactly who the woman he was so deeply in love with was.

Ji Hyo was everything you were not. Her slim, model like figure made you look down to your own and wonder why the hell you haven’t been paying attention to take care of yourself more. Her face could light up a whole room when your face seemed to shut down an entire house. Her genuine way of talking, smiling, touching and even doing nothing could make any man pause what they’re doing, just to look at her.

Yoongi was right. You weren’t her and you were never going to be her.

You wanted to hate her. But she didn’t even know you beside the fact that you were her employee and friend. She was even the best boss you have ever had, how could you hate her? She didn’t know that you were in love with someone who loved her. She didn’t know any of that although the two of you had grown to be great friends.

Perhaps that’s why, when she came that day, smiling brightly with a man you haven’t met for a year, holding his hand and walking right to where you were seated, it finally hit you straight in the face that you should’ve told her. Or left before that.

His eyes were intense, staring right through you. In your head, you wished that this was all a dream. I fucking nightmare.

“Hey Y/N! I want to introduce you to my boyfriend.” Fuck.

It wasn’t a dream, a nightmare. It was reality. As you stood up, your eyes moved from Ji Hyo’s face to his stone hard face before they moved down to their locked hands. His eyes never left you as much as you wished they could.

“This is Yoongi, my boyfriend of five months.” She said, turning to face him with the biggest grin on her face before she turned to you, still smiling. “And this is a close friend of mine, her name’s Y/N.” You didn’t meet his eyes although you knew that he was still staring at you. You could feel his eyes burning holes on your skin.

“Hey guys,” you snap your head to meet Ji Hyo’s worried look and you felt bad for not even being able to look at her and be honest about how you feel.

You wanted to tell her that you had gone through four years of developing feelings for him, to only have him break your heart a year ago and still, a year later, seeing him still made your heart flip and skip a beat.

You wanted her to know that there was no love stronger than the love he had for her, because that was exactly the love you felt for him. You wanted to let her know that he had missed her all these years, the same way you had missed him, all these seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years with and without him. You needed her to know that he had been needing her this whole time, just as much as you still needed him like you needed him yesterday and the days before that day. You wanted her to know that the look he had in his eyes whenever he looked at her was because he wanted her to be his and unfortunately, that was the exact same way you looked at him.

“We’re going out for lunch.You want to go out and grab something to eat with us?” The question is from Ji Hyo and she’s asking you. But you didn’t answer right away because could see him in the corner of your eyes, he tensed up just by the mention of spending time with you.

“No it’s fine. I still have some things to do and I’m not that hungry. You go ahead and enjoy your lunch without me.” You avoided his eyes the whole time that you were talking, only giving him a fast glance to see that he was still looking at you, just like he had done since the moment his eyes landed on you.

“You sure?” You nodded, letting her know that you’re sure about staying.

“Wait here babe, I’ll just go and grab some things before we leave.” She pressed a short kiss onto his lips before disappearing to her office, leaving you with him. Or him with you. It doesn’t matter because right then, everything you could see was him. Your heart skip over a few beats and it got harder to control your breath.


His name left your mouth as if you had been dying to say his name but it still felt familiar although you hadn’t said that name for over a year, out loud.

“Y/N.” The way he said your name was hard, as if he was trying to not let any emotion get through his lips.

“How are you? It’s been a while.”

“I’m great. You?”

“I’m fine.”

You looked away for a few seconds after that before you faced him again.

“Are you happy? Happier now?” You asked him because that’s the only thing you wanted a proper answer to. If he was happy and not as moody like he used to be. If she made him happy.

It took a while for him to answer but when he did, it’s like everything you’ve ever done to him means nothing at all. Absolutely nothing. “Yes. I’m happy, Y/N. I’m happier than I’ve ever been.” You took in a deep breath and shut your eyes tightly, mostly to prevent the tears to leave your eyes.

You should’ve known better and stopped right after that to stop yourself from breaking any further. But you didn’t because again, just like a year ago, you pressed the buttons until it was too late to regret it.

“Does she make you happy?” You didn’t even know why you asked him that. Of course she made him happy.

“She makes me feel like I own the world, Y/N. Something I didn’t think that I could feel, with anyone, until her. She brings out the happy and bright side of me that I didn’t know existed, until her. She can make my day hundreds of times better just by a simple action or a simple word. And there’s no need for her to say that she loves me because just by having her and telling her, letting her know that I love her is enough.” His eyes soften as they look into yours when you finally open your eyes.

It felt like a year ago all over again. It felt like you were in your apartment, listening to every word he had to say about her. How much he loves, misses, needs and wants her. It felt like you were brought back to the scene where you first got your heart broken and it felt like although it wasn’t even fully healed, it just broke a little more than last time.

“So to answer your question and to all the unquestioned questions, I love her, despite the fact that I know that it won’t last forever. But I’m taking risks with her because that’s everything I’ve been doing since I first laid my eyes on her four years ago. Because that’s what you do when you love someone, right?”

You didn’t realize until then that he was you and you were him because what he felt for her could be described as your own feelings for him. You realized then that you still loved him and were going to love him for a long, long time, despite the fact that you were never going to have him. You took risks when it came to him. You pushed him too far and you pulled him to near, not realizing that all he ever needed was her and not you.

Because that’s what you do when you’re desperate for love.

And that’s what you do when you see him smiling the moment he sees her again.

And that’s what you do when your heart break some more when you see them kiss while they wait for the elevator.

And that’s what you do when you finally break down on the ground, sobbing and crying.

Because that’s what you’ll always do, just like how he always does it when it comes to her.


I’ve never got so many positive comments about an one shot before and wow, WOW, you guys are unbelievable! I have know idea how I should thank you but THANK YOU SO MUCH! Reading every message that I got from each one of you was one of the most beautiful moments of my writing-experience. 

I’m so grateful, happy and lucky to have such wonderful readers and I’m so thankful to those who had showed their appreciation for me.

I know this isn’t happy ever after - but those who has read my works know that 80% av my works won’t be a happy ever after. I hope you enjoyed reading this although it wasn’t fluffy like I know you wished that it was. But I feel like this is their destiny. It’s how things are between them. 

I hope you loved Desperate for Love just as much as I loved writing it. Thank you for giving me a chance to write part 2 for their story.

Again, thank you. <3

Understated Love - Jughead x Reader

Hey! Thanks for following!
It’s short and fluffy!
I wanted to make it sweet but not overly sappy, hope you enjoy it!

Also to everyone else, I’ve received your requests, this was time sensitive so I thought I should do it first!

Originally posted by jugheadjones94

“Oh Juggie,” you coo, gazing at the gaudy red balloons for sale, “Valentine’s Day is soon!”

“Over commercialised crap,” he grumbles, “Honestly, how does a rubber sack filled with one’s breath, and second grade chocolate hearts, express someone’s love?”

You purse your lips at him, “Oh come on, it’s sweet!”

“Yeah right,” he rolls his eyes.

“You’re just bitter because you’re single,”

“As if you’re not,” he retorts.

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🌼 97. 03 . 31 🌼

happy birthday to my son, 구준회. You are so sweet, caring and many people mistake you for being cold but you are quite the opposite. Your smile could literally light up an entire room, your laugh could cause the entire room to start laughing with you, and you have the voice of an angel. I hope you have a great birthday, get lots of gifts, and all of the group spoils you. I’m really proud of you and I hope you continue to achieve success :”)


Eyelet Lace, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: It’s your sister’s wedding and one of the groomsmen is awkwardly hitting on you. 

Word-count: 1,295

Warnings: Like one curse word and mentions of alcohol consumption.

Note: DAY ONE WHEE. This was a bitch to put up because my Internet went to shit yesterday, but it’s here now and we’re all good. Sorry about the delay. 

Now enjoy the pointless Lin fluff. I love you all! xx

P.S.: The gradual change of tone is intentional; by that point, Reader is a bit drunk. ;)

It felt a little bit like an insult, wearing white.

Then again, it wasn’t your wedding, and any comment you had was largely kept to yourself, but god, if anything, you would expect your sister to make wiser choices when it came to the entourage dresses.

The dress was beautiful, though, you had to give it to her; pulled in at the waist, the skirt flowing out softly, lace details crawling up the bodice. The only consolation you had was that your sister’s dress was guaranteed to be much more ornate and impressive (you had seen to that) and that you were allowed to wear a soft blue ribbon around your waist to distinguish who the bride was (in this case, your sister) and who the maid of honor was (in this case, you).

“I still think you should’ve gone with pink,” you said, twisting around to get a better look at yourself in the mirror.  Your sister was beaming at you through the glass.

“It’s not your wedding,” she sang, grabbing another dress (this one decidedly more. More than you were going for. More than you wanted. More) from one of the racks and pushing it forcefully into your hands.

Ah. Right.

You waddled off into one of the changing stalls, although you and your sister both knew that the dress for you had already come and you were doing all of the theatrics was for the sake of humoring her.

(Soon enough, when the seventh or eighth dress had been slipped on and off, your sister placed a reservation for that one, the one from the rack right in the middle of the bridal section, with all the lace? Yes, that one.)

It had taken six months of planning (a whole six months of crying, stressing over floral arrangements, worrying about the most aesthetically pleasing center pieces) the entire thing, but watching your sister walk down the aisle, smiling so wide it surprised you that it hadn’t broken her face open, made the long and tedious process worth it.

It felt like the blink of an eye, how quickly the ceremony wrapped up, and then suddenly you were in the ballroom of the Waldorf Astoria, dancing to the playlist you and the other bridesmaids spent four hours putting together. The lights were low, and the wine was a simmering haze in your bloodstream. You felt an inexplicable fondness for everyone in the room.

“Great turnout,” someone said from beside you.

You whipped around. It was one of the groomsmen. His name was Lin, if you weren’t mistaken.

“I guess?” you said, raising a brow at the rather odd opener. To your surprise, he groaned.

“Shit, I’m kind of terrible at this? Well, not kind of, more like absolutely abysmal. But I was watching you from my table and you were alone and I thought it would be nice to maybe keep you company—“

“Wait,” you said, turning fully to face him now. “You were watching me?”

Lin’s (admittedly quite cute) face crumpled at once. “No! Not like that, anyway. In a more I’m-observing-things-from-the-sidelines kind of way.” He used his hands a lot as he was talking, and he was not the tallest man you’ve ever encountered but he was long-limbed and in his wild gesticulating, nearly hit a passing waiter in the face. You bit back your laugh and decided to keep his near-mistake to yourself.

He kept looking from you to his shoes to some point beyond your shoulder, at a loss. And then, he began to deflate. “I’m dumb,” he muttered, arms falling down to his sides.

You couldn’t help but laugh then, holding your stomach as you did. You couldn’t help yourself, really. He looked ready to melt down into the cold glass floor, stick himself to the grout in between the tiles and remain there. Eventually, your giggling subsided, and Lin was looking at you with his jaw slightly slack, expression an endearingly adorable mixture of dejection and hopeful. You held out your hand, feeling something well up in your stomach.

“Y/N,” you said. He grabbed it, smiled. The thing in your stomach gave a merciless jerk. (God, he was cuter when he smiled.)

“I know,” he said, shaking your hand. “Lin.”

You grinned. “I know.”

You weren’t too sure when the minutes began to smooth together in a cloudy blur, but you were sure that Lin was to blame for that.

The man could talk, and when he got over the initial veneer of awkward fumbling, he was endlessly charming.

He wrote, you found out as you sat together in a near-empty table, glasses of wine in your hands and inhibitions lowered.

“What do you write?” you asked. The music had long since switched from the fast up-tempos you had hand-selected to the slower jams expected in a wedding.

“Music, mostly. Musicals, if we’re being specific.” Lin said, leaning forward in his seat and voice going down a pitch or two as if he were saying an immense secret.

You leaned forward as well, eyes still on his, and you weren’t exactly sure if it was the wine or it was the company, but you were far too warm.

It was probably the wine.

(It was most definitely the company.)

“You want to dance?” Lin asked you, almost shyly.

The newlyweds were on the dance floor, with a few others, cheek to cheek as Ella Fitzgerald crooned from the speakers. You looked to them, and then to Lin. Without thinking, you had nodded, and your hand was in his, and he was leading you (or maybe you were leading him?) to a less densely populated corner of the dance floor. As Ella passed on to Barbra, your arms were winding around his shoulders, and his were wrapping around your waist.

God he was warm. And it wasn’t just his body too; his eyes were the clearest shade of brown you’ve ever seen, and the light and emotion in them made you feel light on your feet and slightly weak in the knees.

The silence was comfortable, and you didn’t feel like talking when things felt damn-near perfect. Instead, you tucked your head into the crook of his neck, breathed in his cologne.

“I’d like to do this again,” he said into the dewy-eyed evening. You were in the garden, sitting on the rim of the fountain while your feet soaked in the water below. Your heels were in a tangled pile on the grass behind you, having cast them aside carelessly when you caught sight of the fountain.

Your feet nudged at a few cold coins that sat at the bottom. “Me too,”

His hand was still in yours, and you looked at his slightly overlong hair that flopped into his face at the slightest gust of wind, at his shoes that he, too, had thrown aside, the socks stuffed into them lopsidedly. You looked at the suit he was ruining, sitting out here with your feet swishing in the water. (He hadn’t bothered to roll up the pant legs.) The moonlight and distant lights were soft against the tan planes of his face, and you felt like if you looked close enough, you could see all the spare bits of stardust caught in his eyelashes.

“You’re very pretty,” you said without thinking. He laughed, the sound from somewhere deep in his stomach and hitting you like a shot of espresso.

“Nowhere near as pretty as you,” he said.

His face was perilously close now, and you were right about his eyelashes; they were full of things like potential energy and noble gasses. Or maybe you were talking about his eyes.

His lips met yours, and you were filled head to toe with sensation.

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this is a collab fic between me and @mon-cher-angelique !, this is my  first time ever even writing story, so ya. (mon-cher-angelique is the true genius behind this, i was just kinda there) Mon-cher-angelique is also posting this same fic on their account too so check them out! (btw this idea was partially based off of @bunny-yams art) 

Word Count: 3900

Pairing: HamilSquad x Reader

Summary: The reader decides that it’s finally time for some braces but what will their boys think? Will they even tell them. Only time will tell.

The clinically white walls of the unrecognisable office swirled around your body in a drug infused haze, a feeling of numbness having already surpassed your mouth and running downwards towards your legs. Any pain that your body was registering and attempting to communicate with your non-functioning brain cells were quickly being overridden by the anaesthetic that was coursing heavily through your bloodstream and rerouting your neurons to fall into a sublime forgery of blissful ecstasy. As you attempted to move your heavy limbs off of the dentist’s chair that you had been trapped within for the past 2-3 hours, you began to realise how heavy and limp your legs had become as the numbness spread and infected every nerve in your system. All because your teeth had been caged into a 3 year commitment that they never truly agreed to.

Your body slowly shifted, sliding down the chair in an uncomfortable and uncontrollable manner. The orthodontists was busy else where currently, leaving only the nurses to watch your embarrassing  fall to the cold, hard ground in the sterile office. You splurted out an incoherent string of apologies but every word seemed to arrive into the atmosphere in a forced and muffled manner, very different to the melody of chords that used to arise from that small box in your throat. Was this how you would alway sound now? Like a child whose teeth had never even arrived or a person wearing a set of teeth guards as they played a contact sport.  

The nurse took a minute to even comprehend what was going on but she soon snapped out of it and helped you off the ground, which took a few times considering you could barely move your body. Finding it a difficult process to even lift your body in this distorted state. The Orthodontist came in shortly after the nurse finally managed to get you back on the chair. He spoke in a very soft tone, almost patronizing yet despite your mental state, you could tell it was unintentional.

“Hello (Y/N), how do you feel?”

A slur of words came out and the orthodontist quietly chuckled to himself,basing his judgment off of your face that was crinkled in anger at the lack of movement your body possessed.  The orthodontist turned his back to you and gathered a bunch of tools that would be useful in this new, painful chapter of your life. With his back still turned to you, he started asking you pointless questions such as want color toothbrush you wanted. The decisions seemed futile so you simply pointed to a random colour which in turn the nurse provided you. Your whole mouth felt as dry as the desert and like it was stuffed to the be with cotton wool.

The doctor continued to ramble into you about care for your braces and the necessities that could no longer be avoided. Concentrating was possibly the hardest thing to do when the drugs were still in your system, your eyes never being able to focus properly on the orthodontists unattractive face. No wonder they had to earn a lot of money, if they all looked like him then they would need it. His hooked nose that bent to the left, his beady little eyes that didn’t have a colour and his messy hair that wouldn’t seem to sit still no in any direction. To be honest though, since you started dating your boys, you had found every male unattractive and staring up the doctor’s nose hairs did not improve his image. One of the nurses, you think her name was Maria, gently tapped the orthodontist’s arm to indicate that you were barely able to sit on a chair, let alone remember his easily forgettable monologue. Yet seeing how slutty this Maria dressed, she could have possibly tapped the orthodontist for a booty call or a quickie, probably the reason why her boobs were practically hanging out of her shirt for the whole operation.

“ (F/N), (L/N).” The doctor muttered as he stared down at his clipboard with your information on it. Look, he had already forgotten your name, probably something to do with Maria’s tits. “Due to the need to install some fillings and do some minor dental repair - We were required to put you under anaesthetic. It seemed to have affected you dramatically and as per usual, you are unable to drive and it is certainly suggested to stay away from all alcohol and any drugs that are not prescribed. As you are unable to drive it is required that you have someone to come and pick you up from the office.Do you have anyone? Do you need me to call your next of kin or your partner?”

You slowly shook your head, there was no way you were letting your boyfriend’s see these braces before you had enough time to adjust. You smiled as your remembered that you had called your older brother to come and pick you up, then you stopped smiling because of the pain. A knock echoed through the surgery room, causing the inhabitants of the room to turn and wait for the grand entry. A tall, frizzy headed man peeked through the door with a nervous grin on his face.

“That would be me, the most amazing brother this world has ever seen.” You groaned as Thomas Jefferson spoke, a cheeky grin lighting up his entire face. Gosh, why couldn’t you have called Madison or someone? “It’s alright doctor. I’ll take them home and tell their boyfriend everything they need to know. they are just embarrassed about having to get them back on because they didn’t look after them well enough the first time.” His gloating came as a sharp jab to your ego. It was true that the only reason you were needing braces this late in life was because you had some jack all to keep them perfect. You didn’t wear your retainer, your dental hygiene was often poor except for a brushing and you never wore tight enough bands. Plus, What was all this boyfriend nonsense? You clearly had a polyamorous relationship - why wouldn’t he just say it? You growled angrily at Tom as you crossed your arms and stared daggers into his skull. Why the fuck did you pick him?

“That’s great…(Y/N)!” The awkward pause between his sentence and your name was to provide time for Dr Reynolds to actually look down at your papers and find your name. You just wanted to be out of this hell hole and you wanted it quickly. Dr Reynolds handed Thomas  enough pieces of paper to make a small manuscript as rambled on about the importance of food and instructions on how to care for the metal cage in your mouth, all while you were just mumbling to yourself and fiddling with your fingers. You gripped your brothers long sleeve and tugged on it as gently as your fumbling hands could, quickly grabbing his attention. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and a pat on your head and gave you a hand single that represented that he would be just a minute. Thomas was a very kind, gentle man and he never left his siblings when they needed him instead he would take them under his arm and coddle them until he deemed any danger to be gone. His attention was quickly snapped up by the orthodontist once more before your tugging quickly began, making him sigh gently as he swapped the sleeve trapped in your clutches with his own hand as an attempt to calm you. He didn’t understand what emotion you were feeling as the drugs continued to backhand you into reality. Once Thomas and your orthodontist were done talking, Thomas walked up to you and spoke softly.

“Hey (Y/N), you ready to leave darlin?” his southern drawl started to peak out. It was a creature comfort to hear your brothers natural accent. You managed to speak out a spluttered form of yes, embellishing the new lisp that you hadn’t had for almost 7 years. Your entire body was flaccid and lax, your eyes barely managing to stay open as you narrowly attempted to keep your body awake. Thomas scooped up your slack body, which naturally draped itself and contorted to provide him a gentle grip so he was able to carry you. Thomas pecked your forehead gently as he carried you bridal style down the flights of stairs and into his imported, fancy car that your parents had bought him.

“Y-youuuu shaid that I had a boyfriend. I h-have four, shhhhithead.” You groaned. Everything about talking was annoying; your added lisp, your stutter and the elongated way you stretched out your words. Not to mention the pain.You were almost crying “Ow…”

“I’m sorry (Y/N). I know it hurts…I went through it myself remember but think about the positives. Your teeth will look amazing darlin! Heck, I will even buy you all new veneers so they are pearly white just like mine. Besides, your boyfriends will love it.” His words were met with an evil stare as he gently placed you in the passenger seat of the car, letting you do your own buckle because you were strong and independent. Plus he had copped a beating from you before and he didn’t want to relive those terrifying memories - especially when you were in this foul of a mood. “The only reason I didn’t mention them was because I doubt that Dr Reynolds would understand. So look, I am sorry. Just please don’t hit me while I am driving.” His words were gentle as he shifted his bulky frame into the hideously painted, custom maroon Lamborghini.

“Fine but-t onshy becaushue you ashked nicely, youuu fuckerr”


On the drive home, you began to question the driving system of America - How the fuck had they let your brother on the road?If it wasn’t bad enough that you were already in pain, having Thomas speed over every bump as though he was a race car driver, almost made you break your word about no hitting him.  The wheels of his ugly yet expensive car came to a speeding halt on the bitchumen road outside of your New York apartment building, barely parking in between the clear white lines of the car space. “We’re here!” he said as he turned to you with a Cheshire cat grin spreading across his defined cheekbones.

“Shank Fuck forr shat!” you groaned as you quickly opened the door, before hastily unbuckling yourself. Your brain failed to recognise in its desperate attempt to free yourself of your brother, that the nerves which played a cumbersome role in maneuvering , your entire body were  currently fired, leaving your lax figure falling to the  unbreakable gravel beneath the custom wheels of your obnoxious brother’s car. Thomas was still busy trying to change the radio back to whatever songs he was playing before you infiltrated his radio system on the drive here when he heard the distinctive crash of your body colliding with the road. Thomas quickly threw off his seatbelt and dashed to the passenger side of the car only to see you passionately bombarding the ground with kisses. His grin disappeared to a flicker of worry before a hyena like cackle filled the air, how typical was it for you to complain about his driving in the most dramatically way even if you were high on drugs.

“My driving isn’t that bad (Y/N).” He chuckled as he bent down to his knees and gave you his hand. Holy shit, had your brother had a manicure? Madison must have had something to do with this, you could tell. Taking his hand into your own grip, you let him pull you up so your feet landed gently on the solid floor beneath you.

A heavy groan escaped your lips before and words could be formed by your dazed brain. “For onsh I’mm not trying to complain about your shhhit driving” your new lisp heavily impairing your speech like a drunk man on his sixth beer. Your brothers laughter died down to a slight giggle as he propped your lax body up with his toned arms. Letting you balance yourself  on his broad shoulders in an attempt to disconnect you from your current partner, the ground.

“Alright alright, let’s get you off of the nasty, grotty road and get you home, I don’t think the ground appreciates how you are touching it anyway” with whatever body movement you had left, you rolled your eyes at what he said as he picked you up again to bring you inside. He bested your weight easily, as though you were no more than a feather, as he lead you into the lobby of your shabby apartment building that you shared with your boyfriends; Lafayette, Hercules, John and Alex. Stumbling, wobbling and terrifying was the only way to describe your fifteen minute long journey to level4, your apartment being on level 8. It was at this point in time when Thomas realized he forgot every document that the orthodontist had provided you with on caring for yourself in your…impaired state. “Fuck” he muttered aggressively. “I’ll be right back (Y/N), I forgot your papers. Don’t move okay? No trying anything stupid, I need you to stay in one piece so the boys don’t kill me”

He sat you down on the ground, giving you another coddling kiss on your cheek before he raced back down the flights of stairs to retrieve them. You sat there for the first five minutes just fumbling with your thumbs acting like a toddler who couldn’t be left alone without supervision for 5 minutes without causing mischief. Some people passed by and they gave you strange looks, recognising you as that weird girl with four boyfriends from level 8 but you just shrugged it off. It had become normal for you to do that. You were starting to wonder where Tommy was, did it really take this long to get some papers? Especially with his long legs. After a what felt like a millennium of waiting, you saw your older brother nearly trip up the stairs in a rush to get back to you. You started to giggle wishing you could have seen him actually trip, the mere thought of him tripping made you smile. Something that Thomas hadn’t seen in the hour and half since he picked you up from the orthodontists office, New York traffic was a nightmare.

“What are you smiling about? Oh whatever, it probably something immature, you are on drugs after all. Not that you don’t laugh at stupid crap for no reason without drugs but you’re just a weirdo (Y/N).” He brushed it off like he didn’t care, but it made the fake French man ecstatic to see you smile, he loved seeing you happy. “Come on, let’s get you up stairs now before your boyfriends hunt me down and accuse me of stealing you”.

He allowed you to lean on his shoulders yet again before hiking up another four  flights of steep stairs to get you back home finally. As you reached your apartment, he knocked on the door loudly, purely to piss of alex because he knew alex hated that obnoxious loud knock, Thomas’s favourite pastime was pissing off your shortest boyfriend. Noises echoed from the inside of your home, the sounds of booming footsteps echoed into the hall as four men clearly raced to answer the door. The door was viciously swung open to see your four men as excited as Pomeranians hearing the word ‘walkies’ in an obnoxiously high pitched voice. Alex was the first to shove everyone other man aside in order to see their little angel arrive back home. You had left the house that morning proclaiming you had a doctor’s appointment but you never specified what that meant or involved, hoping that no would notice the embarrassing barriers clasping your teeth together. It was impossible not to notice a set of braces, so you knew it was best to keep your mouth shut and not say a word. What would happen if they kissed you? The last time you kissed a boy when you had braces, he cut his tongue on the snipped wire when he tried to French kiss you. Thank god it wasn’t your boys.

“(Y/N)!!! My god your home. I missed you! How was your appointment?” His babbles bombarded your sense as you felt the short man jump into your warm and unexpecting embrace. His started planting kisses all over your face, once again resembling a small dog that had been away from his owner for too long. Suddenly is dreamy gaze turned sour, realising who the man behind you was. “Why are you here Jefferson?”

John had to stifle a giggle as Alex’s face started to resemble an angry tomato, caught somewhere between rage and blushing. His furs with Jefferson managed to surpass the office doors every time he left for work, bringing his hatred for your eldest brother into the small apartment you all shared.

“I came to drop off my sister, fuck face. Don’t look so surprised, I can show affection to people Hamilton. They just have to deserve it.” He retorted back with a cheeky smirk spread across his face, your closed fist colliding with his beefy shoulders in a hard punch. “Ow, piss off metal mouth. I am just telling your idiot of a boyfriend over here that I care enough to pick up my little sibling from the orthodontist when they had their braces put on. Where were they, Huh?”

You face palmed your face aggressively, letting a sigh out. Why the fuck had he said that?

“Orthodontist? Metal mouth?” John said confused. What on earth was Jefferson talking about today? . “Why would he call yo-” John cut himself off quickly realizing that you got braces. The men had known you used to have braces “Open up let me see” he spoke sternly. You tried to refuse, squirming you head away from his grip but eventually you gave in. The pain of having your face prodded and briskly moving away from someone’s touch spread through your face, feeling like a car colliding with a tree.

“Oh mon amor…why didn’t you tell us?” Questioned Lafayette as a pout quickly enveloped his face. His large eyes looking genuinely shocked and upset with your hidden medical agenda, making your heart break into tiny pieces.”Were you scared we would tease you? We would never tease you mon cher! We love you… why hide it?”

“Ish hurtss.” You cried back, your bottom lip wobbling as tears streamed down your face, clouding your beautiful eyes. “I n-no like my brashis.” You whispered as Hercules pushed through the men and hugged you tightly, slowly leading everyone including your brother into the apartment’s lounge room. Setting your body gently down on the couch, pecking your forehead gently, he was far to scared to kiss your lips.

“Do you mind dropping the affection? I’m here too you know and it’s bad enough I have to see them kiss ponytail over here.” Said Thomas as he spread himself out on the couch, letting his feet sit on the coffee table as though he owned the place. You grumbled angrily as you have him a hard smack to the chops, trying to get him to take back the statement and to understand his place here. Alex looked fuming as he got up ready to start a fist fight with your brother, one hard stare from you brought your little lover him back to reality.

“If you don’t lishk it, then pisssh off fuck facesh.” You spat back quickly, letting yourself be cuddled by Hercules. Lafayette seemed to think this was a hoot as he started to holler in fits of laughter, slapping his hand roughly against the side of the couch. Alex looked like the cat who caught the rat, a smug grin and a raised eyebrow with a small head nod let Thomas knew where he stood here.

“Your lisp is adorable baby.” Said John as he kissed your cheek gently, slowly walking out of the room and into the kitchen. You made grabby hands for your boyfriend as you watched him walk away, what was he doing? “Don’t worry kitten. I am making you something to eat. What do you want?”

“Oh about that. Yeah, here’s some papers turtle boy. It’s says what they can and can’t eat.” Said Thomas as he threw the white bag to John, filled with papers given to you by the orthodontist. Johns face contorted into a shocked expression, the colour draining from his face.

“What did you mean they can’t eat popcorn?!?!” Screamed john as he scanned the typed words. How could they not eat popcorn or hard candy, that was there lifeline these days. All five of them would come home and make a bowl of popcorn and watch a movie, a small token of appreciation for the person who did everything in the tiny apartment. John attempted to win over his lover “I’ll tell you what. We can eat it one last time, just the five of us,” all the boys moved their heads simultaneously nodded their heads, trying to get Thomas to catch on. “We can settle down and watch a movie. Snuggle up to the most beautiful person ever with the most adorable lisp I have ever heard. The five of us…Just us.”

“Fine, fine. I know when I’m not wanted here. Remember, my Mac and cheese will be nice in your teeth. Eat that for dinner.” huffed Thomas as he grabbed his distastefully purple jacket and gave you a small kiss. You loved your big brother no matter what happened and it was times like these that you truly appreciated him for what he is.

“NO YOU FUCKING DON’T OTHERWISE YOU WOULD HAVE LEFT HALF AN HOUR AGO RAT MAN!! BUGGER OFF YOU FUCKER!” Screamed Alex loudly, stomping his foot on the ground like an upset child. “AND YOUR MAC AND CHEESE IS SHIT THOMAS. “ he slammed the door behind your brother, not wanting to hear or see his political nemesis for another week until the next cabinet battle.

You giggled as you sat on the couch with your boys, your metal braces in clear view for your partners to see. As Alex returned back into the loveseat that you all shared, he carried a fluffy blanket from the linen closet. Draping it over your body before plopping down beside you. John returned from the small kitchen with a bag of ready made microwave popcorn, dripping in butter (just how you liked it) under his right arm and a bowl of hard candy in his left. He slapped them down on the table as Hercules put on a movie and Lafayette fiddles with your hair gently. Maybe having these braces weren’t so bad.

“You knows, I love you boysh.”

“We know mon amor. We know. You know we love your braces and your lisp? It sounds adorable.” Questioned Lafayette with a wink as his arm slipped across your shoulder and pulled you close so that all of the boys sat together on the same couch with you.

“I know. My amashing boyfriendsh.”

Shore Leave: Breathe

Summary: Jim x Reader x Leonard:  It all started when the crew of the Enterprise took some much needed shore leave on Yorktown. On the first night, you decide to go out with Scotty, Jim and Bones to the local bar. It’s when Scotty calls it quits for the night that things took a turn for If “best” meant being in between the most handsome men on the U.S.S Enterprise. Nothing like a good ole romp in the sack with the Captain & Doctor, at least for one night. One night, right? Or will this be the best shore leave you ever had?

Warning for this part: a little breath play.

Part 1 - Midnight Whiskey   Part 2-  Surprise  Part 3- Beautiful   Part 4- Screwed  Part 5- Blind Sided Part 6- Coming 

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Time #29 Eliza Minnick Realized Her Girlfriend Was Still in Love with Her Ex-Wife.

Arizona had just finished tidying up the kitchen. Her guest cooked, after all, so the least she could do was clean. Finding her glass of white wine on the marble counter, she brought it with her into the living room. Her guest looking at the collection of framed photos resting on her piano, a glass of red wine in hand.

It was a good red wine – an aged cabernet sauvignon. Callie’s favorite. 

Arizona had actually bought it for Callie. She bought her favorite wine and everything she needed to make Callie’s favorite lasagna. She was going to surprise her wife when they came home from their last session of couple’s therapy together. 

But they didn’t leave together, and Callie never came home.

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Originally posted by bubblejoy

It was getting late. Your last lesson was supposed to start at 10 and you had agreed in meeting one last person but the guy wasn’t showing up. Your friend had told you about his co-worker wanting to take Tango classes, but you had rent the place for a couple of hours, and it was closing soon.

Tango was more than a dance for you. It was like a language, something silent between two people trying to connect. 

But this guy was taking it lightly, thinking that maybe you had all the time in the world. 

 You started stretching, your body already getting tense from all the lessons you already did today and a couple of minutes later, a knock on the door made you raise your head. 

 A guy was standing in front of you, his breath short and forehead damp with perspiration. 

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Dating Lee Taeyong...

Originally posted by nakamot0

Boyfriend Taeyong ahead…

  • Alright, first of all, it’s so hard NOT to fall in love with this angel. ♡
  • An unintentionally cute boyfriend 300% of the time.
  • Buy him chocolate (or any candy, for that matter), and his entire day is made. His eyes will light up the entire room. 
  • You mindlessly tracing the veins that web across his arms and hands, because they’re so prominent.
  • You getting lost in his big beautiful eyes too many times to count. They’re seriously so hypnotic and profound for some reason?
  • Taeyong will rarely smile in your couple selfies, but it’s not impossible. 
  • Expect for him to smile when he’s caught staring at you, however.
  • He’ll be very bashful in the relationship, especially for the first few weeks or so. Taeyong’s the type that needs to warm up to the concept of an actual relationship, because wow… he’s able to kiss you; he’s able to hold you; he’s able to share secrets with you; he’s able to sleep on the same bed with you;
  • Most importantly, he’s able to love you. 
  • This bean is the cuddle buddy king of NCT. 
  • An actual snuggle monster with the intimidating looks of a tough guy.

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Head Up, Love (Thomas Jefferson x Reader x James Madison)

Time Period: Modern

Word Count: 743

Warnings: Language.

A/N: This is the first poly fic I have ever written in my life. So I’m very nervous. Please be kind, but I would love some feedback! Also, I know the Anon who requested it asked for fluff, but this turned into a comfort/fluff thing. I hope that’s okay!!


You had had it. Your day was terrible from the moment you woke up until the moment you got home from work. 

You had forgotten to set your alarm clock the night before and you overslept. You were woken up by James gently shaking your shoulder.  “(Y/N),” he muttered, careful not to wake Thomas who was laying on the other side of you. “What time do you usually leave for work?” 

“Seven,” you mumbled, still half asleep.

“(Y/N), it’s six fifty-four.” Your eyes snapped open and you looked over at the clock. Sure enough, your boyfriend was right. 

“Shit!” You said, sitting up abruptly. 

James looked at you sympathetically. “How about I get some coffee going while you take a shower?” 

You groaned, not wanting to take a shower, but knowing you needed one. You just nodded and slid out of bed, rushing into the bathroom. You could faintly hear Thomas ask, “Whassgoing on?” from under the blankets, before you closed the door and turned on the shower. 

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One Night

In which you find yourself in bed with Harry Styles, and you’ve got a bit of a secret.

A/N: Could it be? Sydney finished the virginity oneshot?! YES MY FRIENDS: IT IS TRUE! I’m hoping this doesn’t disappoint because its probably not quite what everyone was expecting… but nevertheless I had fun writing it because it seems that this is a dream for a lot of fans.  So enjoy. ;)

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Imagine making Gamora smile

Originally posted by goldenglider

Peter’s voice faded in the background as you stood next the man, eyes fixated on the beauty before you. The color of her skin had enchanted you from day one and the vibrate pink in her hair always caught your eye, not matter what you were doing or who was talking to you. If Gamora walked in the room, everything in the background disappeared and it was just her.

“Oh shit, you have it bad,” Peter nudged you in the ribs and didn’t bother to conceal his loud voice, grabbing Gamora’s attention from Baby Groot.

Your eyes widen at the man in embarrassment, shooting him a death glare he blatantly ignored. Following Peter’s back as he walked off, your eyes finally landed on Gamora and your cheeks warmed at the small smile on her face. 

The wind was blowing in her hair softly and you felt the entire galaxy light up around you. 

The One That Got Away [Chapter 3]

Chapter 3 of The One That Got Away

Ch1  Ch2

Series Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff

Jaebum came out of his room after several hours of staring blankly at his wall.

He was greeted with loud cheering and the popping of a champagne bottle. The guys were just getting back from their own plans for the evening.

“CONGRATULATIONS!” Jackson squealed in a high pitched voice. He jumped up and down in elation.

Jaebum was motionless.

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jedirebelgirl  asked:

I heard about the prompts for Dan's birthday, so how about either of these choices? 1. All of the Grumps give him a special present each from their own heart 2. Some great Egobang (because why not?)

I pretty much did both! Gotta drop Egobang in there because I’m 100% certified egobang trash!

Brian -

Dan looks at the rectangle package Brian has handed him. It’s wrapped in plain blue paper, and scribbled in the top left corner are the words “Happy birthday, dick.” He knows immediately that it’s a book, and if it’s a professionally bound copy of The Beej, Dan might actually go to jail for second degree murder.

“Of course you got me a book,” Dan says dryly.

“Open it, you idiot,” Brian tells him, and Dan sighs dramatically, if only to annoy Brian a little bit more.

His sass evaporates immediately upon tearing off the wrapping paper, however. Tears immediately well up in his eyes and he has to set the book down next to him on the couch because of how bad his hands are shaking.

It’s a signed, first edition copy of “The Last Unicorn.”  

Brian grunts from the impact of Dan practically tackling him and hugging him tight. “Happy birthday, Danny,” Brian says, petting Dan’s hair.

“Thank you.”


Later on in the day, when he sees Audrey, she excitedly gives him a stegosaurus plushie and wetly kisses his cheek before running away, cackling.

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best things about the signs

aries: their ability to forgive. you could hurt and aries time and time again but their heart is bigger than their head and they will always run after you if they love you. compatible with: taurus

taurus: their loyalty. like aries, taurus will give you more chances than you deserve. separation is torturous for a taurus and they will never let you go. compatible with: aries

gemini: they always bring hilarity into a situation. no matter how you’re feeling, gemini will always find a way to make you laugh or smile. compatible with: virgo

cancer: motivational. a cancer will push you to get things done and will never let you give up. a cancer will tie the knot for you when you’re at the end of your rope. compatible with: pisces

leo: how they can carry on a conversation. leos will drop everything to listen to you if it’s important. they’re great at giving advice and reflecting on a conversation and unlike many, they will never make things about themselves. compatible with: scorpio

virgo: so witty. a perfect mix of gemini and pisces, virgos are incredibly intelligent and clever, and are always on their toes. they can work for hours at a time and never give up and be making jokes at the same time. compatible with: gemini

libra: the fact that they never let go. libra is the most sensitive, sentimental person you will ever meet. libras remember anything and everything. if you’re loved by a libra, chances are you will always hold a piece of their heart. compatible with: capricorn

scorpio: they pick up on the little things. you only need to mention something once to a scorpio and they will remember it forever. whether it’s something as little as your favorite t-shirt or as big as your deepest secret, scorpios are amazing listeners. compatible with: leo

sagittarius: total sweethearts. like aquarius, sagittarius will always make you smile. between their heart of gold and their personalities, sagittarius will light up an entire room just by showing up. compatible with: aquarius

capricorn: the best love you will ever experience. if the love is truly real (and you’ll know it immediately) a capricorn will leave a mark on you for the rest of your life. they have the softest hearts and will love you with words and actions. you will never doubt the love of a capricorn. compatible with: libra

aquarius: your best friend in life. aquarius is the perfect combination of scorpio, leo, taurus and aries. the conversations you have with aquarius will be ones that you will remember. they have a way with words and will turn your whole day around. compatible with: sagittarius

pisces: good work ethic. a pisces and cancer in the same room can be unstoppable, between pisces’ will to continue and cancer’s constant push to work harder. pisces will stop at nothing to get things done. compatible with: cancer

It’s Not Personal Pt. IV // 4:17 PM

Pairing: Reader x Bucky

Featuring: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Nick Fury, Loki, Thor

Warning: Swearing, fighting

Prompt: Bucky and Steve are assigned to track down and attack an alleged threat. But what happens when that threat is you, and your intentions are more mysterious than they thought?

P.S ~ this will be separated into multiple *parts*. If you’re liking this and want to make sure you don’t miss the nest parts that follow, then turn on post notifications or send me a DM.

Previous Parts:

Part I

Part II

Part III

Following Parts:

Part V

Loki watched as you floundered around, frantically searching for a way out. You wanted to return home, more than anything. But, leaving Bucky made it seem completely impossible. Your eyes landed on Loki, who was still staring at you with curious eyes. He started to head towards you, which made you involuntarily gulp.

“Is something bothering you?” Loki asked, gently placing his hand on your shoulder. Which, by-the-way, was still dressed in your black suit from the day before. You were pretty positive there was still grass in your hair, as well.

“No. Well, yes,” your words were hectic. “I mean no. It’s great, but…” Loki waved his hand through the air, slowly silencing your babbling.

“You don’t want to come with me, do you?” It felt like being struck with a million knives, you thought. Hearing your father say those words, sounding so miserably in pain. Your eyes couldn’t meet his, knowing how much grief would be in them. So many years searching for each other, and you couldn’t go with him. Not yet.

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I’m Pregnant 


Pairing: Mac x Reader

Summary: Could you do a MacGyver x Reader Imagine where you find out that you’re pregnant with Mac’s baby?

Checking the instructions once again to ensure you didn’t read them incorrectly the first time, you looked down at the bathroom sink and saw two vertical lines. Breathing deeply this wasn’t suppose to happen, at least not yet. Apart of you felt utterly shock that you were staring at a positive pregnancy test, whereas the other half was thrilled in becoming a mum. Throwing the test in the bin and washing your hands, mixed emotions just kept on making their way through your head. Without thinking your hand rested on your stomach. There was a tiny human being growing inside of you, how does one begin to even process that?. “Shit”, you whispered. How were you going to tell Mac?.

A change into black leggings and one of Mac’s old shirts he left at your apartment was very much needed. Entering the kitchen you had no idea where to start, pouring water into the kettle and waiting for it to brew, you reached for your phone and hovered over Mac’s name. You must have zoned out because the steaming of the kettle made you jump, setting down the phone for the moment and poured yourself a cup of tea. Making yourself comfortable on the kitchen stool, laptop opened, tea right beside you and phone still on Mac’s contact. You let out a exasperated sigh. After much debate with your head and heart, you typed a message to Mac.

I need to talk to you about something important, come over after work? - Y/N

It might of seemed dramatic and once Mac read the message, you were sure that a million different possibilities would be running through that brain of his. But there was no other way to put it, other than what you opted to write. You needed to talk to him, to see him. This was something that couldn’t be ignored and the longer you put it off, the harder it would be. After all this effected Mac just as much as it effected you.

Flipping your phone over so you wouldn’t get distracted, you googled pregnancy and read articles upon articles. The more you kept on reading, the more mixed emotions came flooding back. From knowing what you could and couldn’t eat, to preparing the baby’s room and familiarizing yourself with what child birth was like, the list was endless. Being so immersed in everything you completely loss track of time. Hearing the doorbell made your heart race, quickly closing the laptop you straightened Mac’s old shirt that you were wearing and walked to open the door.

Mac was standing there wearing his favourite leather jacket, simple blue collar top and dark blue jeans. His hair was perfectly styled, expect the few loose strains that had fell on his forehead. The only thing that was missing when he usually came over, was his smile that had the potential to light up an entire room. “Hey, thanks for coming. Come in”, you stood to the side and Mac walked in. “How was work?”, asking him. You could see in his eyes that he was nervous, worried in fact. “Fine, look Y/N if you asked me here to break up with me, I just-”.

Stepping forward and taking his hand, you lead him to the couch as this was a conversation that needed to be had sitting down. “Mac, I’m not breaking up with you”. He sighed in relief and ran his fingers through his hair. “Oh, thank god. I don’t know what I would have done if you did”. The small talk was over and it was now or never. Rubbing your hands together and keeping your focus on the coffee table in front, you gave yourself a few minutes to really figure out on how to start. However what you didn’t realize was you had been silent for quite some time, “Y/N? What’s wrong?”. Mac shifted closer and rested a hand on your knee.

“Remember when we said that whatever happens in our relationship, that you and I will always find a way to make things work. Whether it be your gurgling schedule and commitment to the Phoenix Foundation, or me having to constantly travel for my job?”. Mac nodded and was now paying extra attention to your speech. “And remember how you always say as long as we love each other, that’s the only thing that matters”. Once again he nodded to show he was listening, you paused and breathed in, then exhaled out. “Well I know that I love you and I can’t imagine not being with you. I just hope you love me enough to not leave me”.

“Y/N that’s ridiculous, why would I ever leave-”, gripping his hand a little tighter you blurted, “I’m pregnant!”. Mac’s face went slightly pale and he found the floor to be rather interesting, the silence was killing you, but this was his time to process the life changing information you just bombarded him with. “I know this wasn’t planned, and our whole lives will change but I-”. Mac’s lips found yours and after a minute he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours. “I’ll admit having kids wasn’t in my immediate plans right now, but I love you and I’m not leaving…ever”.

Leaning back and relaxing with Mac on the couch, his hand rested on your stomach which caused your heart to flutter. This was it, you were going to start a family with Mac. Putting your hand over his, you settled in his embrace and the two of you fell asleep, completely content with this very moment.

Video Games ~ A Chanyeol One Shot

A Park Chanyeol one shot 

Requested by lalahiatus

Genre: Romance

Member: Park Chanyeol

Summary: (of this one shot) After a long and stressful day at work, you come home to your loving boyfriend, Chanyeol, who cheers you up with his talkative and goofy personality.

Stomping out of your boss’s office, you angrily make your way to the break area to get a cup of coffee, to try and calm yourself down. She suddenly dropped a huge burden on you, asking you - commanding you to work two more hours overtime to cover for one of your co-workers who had gone home sick a few hours ago. When you get to the break room, you see a sticky note stuck on the coffee machine.

Coffee machine doesn’t work!

Great. So now you had to do extra work for you and your sick co-worker, with the other problem of not having coffee. You didn’t even get to have your morning one, the line at Starbucks was too long and when you arrived this morning, there were way too many people crowded at this one, shitty, and now broken coffee maker. Pulling your hair into a tight ponytail, you walk to the vending machine to see that they had run out of your favorite beverage. Even better, your workplace wants you to work an extra two hours, and they want you to stay dehydrated until you get home. You were supposed to have a night in with Chanyeol, who had just so happened to have today off, unlike you. You usually got home before he did, him coming home just as you’re about to drift off to sleep. It was alright, you still had the weekends and you still saw each other in the morning while getting ready for work.

But today was not your day.

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