brown clutch bag

Saudade [1]

pairing: Jungkook | reader I Yooongi
genre: angst (Soulmate!au meets Hanahaki!au)
word count: 3.327
warnings: none
author’s note: Hellooo, Toombler! This is the first instaallment of the Saudade series (Whoot Whoot) I’m warning you guys now, i have no plot, idk where i’m going with this. Let me know if you guys want another part to this! xxx

Series: Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3


Saudade;                                                                                                           ↪ The feeling of intense longing for a person or place you love but is now lost

The sky was a painting tonight.

You marveled at the beautiful twilight hues. Shades of violet bled into the indigo sky, creating bridges of colours you could only describe with the paintbrush in your hand, and the canvas in front of you. You mixed and created shades of pink, purple and blue you could not name. You paid no attention to that, art did not need a language; it was the expression of what words fail to communicate.

Art is an entity of its own.

Like you.

Many described you as wild – you were as wild as the winds that blew the curled red leaf in the air.

You watched the sun in front of you dip below the horizon like a candle being extinguished. You dipped your own brush into the paint and brushed it across the canvas, now adding the finishing strokes of cerise and amber.

You gave your painting a final look before setting down your paintbrush.

You huffed. In front of you was no match to what you saw a few minutes ago. You could never paint the splashes of colours you formed in the sky. The true and raw beauty of the sunset could never be captured. That is by you – a self-proclaimed artist.

It was rumoured that everyone has a different sky that is shared with their soulmate – except all celestial objects stay in the same position for everybody, so weather is not affected. Everyone has the ability to draw on the sky, making splash of colours or little notes for only them and their soulmate to see.

You shivered from the chilly winds as they ran across your skin. It was exhilarating as it was terrifying. You were currently situated at the rooftop of your art institution. Every evening, you came here and tried to create a somewhat decent painting of the evening sky. And every evening, you failed.

You mastered the skill of painting fruit baskets and fields of flowers. You could recreate the face of a person you had met for the first time with deadly precision. So why could you not paint something as simple as the sunset? Children could paint it. Hell, Kindergarteners could finger-paint the sunset, yet you couldn’t. Why?

Walking to the edge, you gripped the thin metal railing. It always amazed you at how fast the night changes. Now, as you looked at the early night sky, all traces of the colours had bled into one – a magnificent shade of midnight blue. The cold winds of nightfall pierced the thin layer of your shirt. You wrapped your hands around your body as you attempted to warm yourself. In vain, you rubbed your hands up and down each other until you felt a hint of warmth spread across your body.

The night held so many mysteries.

You turned around to wipe off the wet paint on your palette and you put it, along with your brush, into your bag. Slinging the back on your shoulder, you picked up your easel and walked to the room across from you. The room was small and mainly used for storage. Sometimes, you would find couples inside it. Those encounters never ended well.

You made a silent prayer in your head as you turned the brass door knob to the room. To your surprise, the light was already on. You could’ve sworn that you turned them off when you came to get the equipment. Hesitantly stepping inside, you put down the easel at the back of the room.

Whoosh, the door closed. The sound made you jump and you heard a deep chuckle come from beside you.

You let out a shriek as you made eye contact with none other than Jeon Jungkook.

“Jungkook!” you shoved the boy in front of you, “you scared the shit out of me.”

“Oh Y/N! Y-you s-should’ve seen y-your face,” Jungkook tried to imitate your reaction before he doubled over with laughter once again. “Oh man, y-you looked s-so terrified,” he spluttered.

You felt a smile of your own forming before you crossed your arms together and bit your lip. You tried your best to stay mad at him. You never could, but you tried. Every time.

Jungkook’s  amber orbs blazed with the golden light of a summer evening. His eyes reminded you of a sunset – no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t manage to look away.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N,” Jungkook waved his hand in front of your face. You snapped out of your trance and shifted your gaze from his face to the ground.

“Hey, Y/N, are you okay? Did I go too far? Do you want to hit me? You can hit me, just don’t hit my face. It’s the only thing I have going for me,” he offered you a comforting smile.

His smile alone was enough to make you feel better.

You shook your head and opened your mouth to speak, “Jungkook, just… don’t scare me like that ever again.”

He nodded and moved across the room. You thought he was going to leave until he walked back to you with a brown bag in his hands. Instantly, the smell of Tteokbokki hit your nostrils and you felt your mouth water a little. You hadn’t eaten since lunch. You reached out to take the bag when it was pulled away from your grasp.

Nuh uh,”Jungkook waggled his finger at you, “first, you have to show me your painting. You never show me your paintings of the sunset.”

“Um, no. There’s a reason why and that’s because they’re all trash. Absolute trash.”

“You’re being way too critical of yourself. Your paintings are never short of amazing.”

“But you haven’t seen these ones, that’s why you’re saying this.”

“Then show me,” Jungkook said.

You took a hold of both of his hands and looked up at him pleadingly

“Jungkook… please don’t make me.”

He huffed and looked away. You wondered what he was thinking about.

You heard the rustle of the paper bag as he handed it to you. “Thank you, kookie. I owe you one,” you said as you took a bite of the soft rice cake.

“Don’t thank me, I know you hadn’t had dinner so I brought you some food. It’s what friends are for,” he shrugged his shoulders as he reached for a rice cake.

You momentarily stopped chewing. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach drop in disappointment every time you heard that word.


The two of you walked out of the room and sat on the cold, concrete floor.

The night sky was a sharp contrast to the once melodic array of warm colours – it was now black as ink, the only light illuminating from the stars.

“Hey, Jungkook.“


“Remember the Twinkie on the bus? The one I gave you in second grade?”

“The one you found on the floor and gave me without telling me? Nice.”

You grinned and gave him a rice cake. “It never really fell on the floor. I made that part up.”

You couldn’t see his face but you could tell that he was smiling.

“Hey, Y/N”


“I-I think that I’m going to tell Hyojin that I love her,” he had mentioned out of the blue.

Your chest tightened, the same way it did when Jungkook first told you about his crush on your sister. You felt a tingling, itchy feeling clawing up your throat and stopping midway. It felt like a hairball that had been stuck, but you managed to swallow it down with some water. You sat still, vision blurring, and in that moment, you heard your heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower’s stem.

“Y/N, are you okay? You look like you’re –“

“I’m okay, Jungkook. I just choked a little on the rice cake when I tried to talk at the same time,” you lied, clutching the brown paper bag resting in your lap.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow but did not question further. “Well, what do you think I should do?”

“You should do what you feel is right.”

You couldn’t make out Jungkook’s face. You only saw the highlighted parts of his face as the moonlight shone down upon him.

“What do you think is right?”

“It doesn’t matt—“

What do you think is right?”

You sighed, “you really love her, don’t you?”

“With all my heart.“

“Maybe”, you said gently, “you’re trying too hard to hear it. Don’t say it yet.”

Jungkook’s face fell faster than a corpse in cement boots. You saw his body go rigid, his mouth hung with lips slightly parted and his eyes were slightly widened at your statement. Slowly, the shock wore off of his face and was replaced with a gaze that felt like an act of violence – a glare to stop your heart. You heard him as he scoffed, “…unbelievable.”

You felt your temper rise at Jungkook’s audacity to scoff at you, “what? You asked for my opinion and so I gave you my opinion. Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

Jungkook laughed heartlessly, looking down at you as if you were a complete stranger. “I’m going to tell her,” he said with an air of finality and a tinge of annoyance directed towards you.

Instead of lowering your head you lifted it, a stony glare carved into your dark eyes. Anger blurred your sight but you tightened your jaw and glared at him, “and what am I supposed to do? Sit by while you date other girls and fall in love with someone else and get married?” Your voice tightened, “And meanwhile, I’ll die a little bit more every day, watching.”

Jungkook turned, but too slowly to be normal. When he spook his voice trailed slowly, like his words were unwilling to take flight. There was a sadness in his eyes, the brown too glossy, “Y/N, p-please, stop. Y-you’re just…jealous, just admit it,” you heard the slight hesitance in his words. “You know what, I’ll help you find someo—”

“Yes! I’ll admit, I am jealous. I’m jealous of every minute you spend with her, of every concerned expression you send her way, of every tear shed, of every glance, every touch, and every thought. I want to rip her to pieces and purge her from your mind and from your heart. But I can’t.” before you could register what was happening, your brain made a decision of its own.

“Y/N, please don’t—“

Words flew from your mouth that you never thought you’d even think, let alone say out loud. You knew instantly from the look in his eyes that they’d hit their mark. In that instant, your relationship shattered into glassy shards. Nothing would ever be the same again.

“I love you,” you blurted out. “I-I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.”

Jungkook shot up, his tall stature looming over your own. You stood up beside him, with your arms crossed and your eyes locked on him. It takes him a while to realize that you weren’t joking. You got up on your feet, standing a few inches away from him. "J-Jungkook?” you placed your hand on his arm in an effort to comfort him. Jungkook shoved your hand away.

“Don’t touch me.” Just a few words, but they brought tears to your eyes. You never thought this was how it would feel to have your heart broken.

“Jungkook, please. Don’t do this.” You pleaded him as you covered your face with your hands and wiping away your tears.

Oh no! I’m not doing anything here. I told you not to say it and yet you still said it.” Jungkook was now shouting at you.

“I’m sorry,” you sounded like you were choking on your tears. You never could keep your emotions under control; you couldn’t fight away the tears. You stepped forward, trying to reach out to him. Jungkook put his hands in front of him, halting you from taking another step.

“I said don’t touch me,” Jungkook’s voice cracked. Under the moonlight, you could see that his cheeks reflected your own tear-stained ones.

You didn’t try to get closer to him again. You sat down and tucked your knees to your chest, putting your elbows on your knees, and covered your face with your hands, then started to breathe slowly.

Silence gnawed at your insides. It hung in the air like the suspended moment before a falling glass shatters on the ground. You needed to fill the void with sounds, words, anything. The silence was poisonous in its nothingness, cruelly underscoring how vapid your conversation had become – it clung to you two like a poisonous cloud that at any moment could choke the life from them.

You couldn’t stand the deafening silence anymore. “Jungkook,” you whispered, not daring to look at the face in front of you. “I-I love you and I can’t stop loving you. You overtake my affections and leave my heart in shattered disarray of pieces. Every single time you steal a part of me, you make it impossible for me to put myself together. I know you can never love me and yet I always delude myself in the fantasy that maybe, just maybe, you’ll learn to love me back. Why is that? Perhaps I hope that you return what you’ve stolen. You never do. You smile, and it’s intoxicating. Your fingers brush through my hair, and it’s addicting. You laugh, and it’s contagious. You and your flirtatious self. But I know, and you know that you could never — would never return the love I shared with you.”

“You love Hyojin,“ you continued for him. "I know. Y-you’re in love with…her,” the bitter taste of those words lingered on your tongue.

Your eyes met his warm brown ones. “Yes,” he whispered, his lower lip trembling. “It’s her. It’s always been her.”

Jungkook’s words fell out of his mouth like vapour but landed in your guts as shrapnel. You felt your insides tear, and the blood drain from your face. You would have laughed but he was dead serious. His eyes were cold like you’d never seen and his features immobile. He handed back the painting you gave him just yesterday and you let it fall as soon as its weight had hit your palm. There was the mute sound of paper on cement but neither of you moved to pick it up. You were trying to understand the words he told you but you couldn’t. Then he turned to go, shoulders sunken and his hands in his pockets. Before you knew what you were doing you were standing in his way and locked eyes, the perfect distance for a kiss, but he shook his head. You could see your pain mirrored in his dark eyes.

“I’m sorry that I love you, Jungkook,” you said through your tears.

“Y/N, please. Let me go.”

“I can’t – not like this. Let’s talk about this. Please.”

There isn’t anything to talk about.”

Jungkook’s eyes were trained on some invisible specter behind you. His heavy eyelids took a fraction too slow to blink, his irises too stationary. It was as if his brain was suffering a massive short circuit and was struggling to compute. You moved into his line of sight, touching his cheek with the side of your thumb, your lips forming a pensive grin. Jungkook’s head tilted upward to your face, his eyes sliding into focus. Your voice came out in a breathy whisper, “can I just have one kiss?”

Jungkook made no motion to move and so, you leaned in. all of your senses were screaming at you to pull back, to step away from Jungkook – your sister’s boyfriend. And yet, you couldn’t. You knew he didn’t love him back, but you couldn’t resist. You leaned in a little closer, your foreheads touching. Dear god, you couldn’t fight against the thoughts that were going through you. His very smell was flooding his senses now.

“No!” he seemed to snap out from whatever trance he was previously in. “No, I thought you were my friend,” Jungkook yelled. He pulled himself away from you as if he touched a hot coal. Jungkook turned around and made a mad dash towards the exit.

“Wait! Jungkook,” you called after him. “Please,” you closed your eyes, pleading.

He didn’t.

Revenge *smut*

Author: obrosey-af

Characters: Stiles x OC

Warnings: smut, sex, the usual

Word Count: 2,459

A/N greetings and salutations, I do believe I have pulled myself out of this writing funk I’ve been in and have finally finished this damn fic I’ve been working on for you friends. enjoy!


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amazing leather goods by hustleandhide

urrrghhhhhhhh i love leather … as a former vegetarian i feel a little bad sometimes the way i’m drawn to buttery cognac-y leather goods like these bad boys from hustleandhide. love the fringe and shape of the clutch, and the specialty design involved in their essential oil folding pouch. ugghhhhh the grain. uggghhhhhhhh the color! i die.

I thought this was dumb, but then I thought “what the hell”?!

Beca slowly approached Chloe’s door, knowing the older girl was still getting dressed for their performance later that evening. Each step was careful and measured, almost as if building up the courage to do something she had wanted to do for a long time.

In her hands, she clutched a brown paper bag, though she wasn’t so much clutching it, as she was holding it gently in her arms.

Lifting a hand to knock, she paused… God, she thought, is this the person I’ve become? This anxious, quivering ball of nerves?

Closing her eyes, she thought of the one thing that could never fail to make her smile. Chloe Beale. My best friend. Beca chuckled, okay fine, the love of my life. The one that almost got away.

It was the last thought that really hit her gut; ‘the one that almost got away’. Shaking her head, Beca focused her mind on the word 'almost’, it was there for a reason. No longer would she allow Chloe to exit her life; no longer would she continue to be an idiot. She loves Chloe, more than anything in this god forsaken world; she knows Chloe better than she knew herself…

Looking down at the paper bag in her hands, she smiles. Chloe will love this.

Taking a deep breath, she knocks.

Steeling herself for a moment, she carefully readjusts the bag in her hands.

“Coming”, was the angelic voice that followed, the door unlocking moments after.

“Beca!” Chloe beamed delightedly at the younger girl, and the brunette was struck dumb for a moment… or two.

The Bellas’ scarf was peaking out from under her collar, her hair was beautifully put up, her make up made her look even more beautiful than normal… and now Chloe was staring at her amusedly.

Blinking rapidly, Beca tried to formulate some type of sentence.

“Um… you- I- pretty- you’re-…” She trails off, humiliated.

Chloe giggles, loving the effect she had on her own best friend. Badass Beca Mitchell? HA! More like Un-Badass.

Spying the bag in Beca’s hands that has her own name messily scribbled on, she smiled excitedly at the brunette.

“Becaaaaa,” she playfully sang, causing said brunette’s heartrate to quicken alarmingly. “Did you buy me lunch?”

Beca was stunned to hear an underlying hint of shyness and nervousness in the redhead’s tone as the older girl kept her gaze on the bag in her hands. It was as if no one had ever gone out of their way to do such a thing for her.

Smirking slightly to disguise her own fears, she simply commented, “something like that.” Before holding the bag out to Chloe.

Holding her gaze for a second… or maybe it was longer… Beca could feel herself relax. They had had many moments like this in the past, where the second they catch each other’s gaze, it is near impossible to look away. The Bellas call it “eye-sex”, whatever the hell that means.

Chloe lifted the bag close to her face, sniffing it, Beca nearly burst out laughing, and the redhead looked at her bemused. Turning her attention back to the bag, she poked it, as if thinking that would help her deduce what exactly Beca had bought her.

She leaned back in alarm as she heard a squeaky “Mew”. Looking at Beca first, she then looked around her for any other possible source for the noise.

The bag in her hands moved a little.

Her eyes widened in shock and she turned her attention back to Beca, who was watching her with a glimmer of emotion in her eyes and a small, but genuine, smile on her lips.

“Open it.” She coaxed gently.

Chloe gently started unfurling the top of the bag, only just now realising that there were small holes pierced all over the bag, giving whatever was inside, the necessary air.

The older girl looked inside the bag and gasped, tears gathering in her eyes and falling one by one.

Looking back up at her was the smallest kitten she’d ever seen in her life; its eyes wide in wonder and purring contentedly.

“How did-” Chloe cut herself off, she was overwhelmed with so much emotion that she could barely find the right words.

“A few days ago I found this lil fella abandoned, left to die in the blistering heat, and I couldn’t just leave her. She’s had all her shots, and she was thoroughly cleaned and checked over before being declared healthy… I remembered that you had told me how lonely you were, and that with your job, you couldn’t get a pet. So this is my way of asking you to come back with me to New York… like not just for the kitten, but for me…” Beca trailed off, unable to read the expression on Chloe’s face.

“For you?” Chloe’s voice almost broke on the second word; there was a spark of hope in her voice, but Beca could see that she was trying to hold it back as if not allowing herself to believe.

The brunette knew that this was the time.

“Yeah, for me.” She started, her smile was reassuring, aiming to provide comfort for Chloe. “See, the thing is that I know you like have a thing for tall and handsome marines-”

Chloe scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“Like you were all over Chicago.” She added emphatically.

“I wasn’t 'all over’ him! I was… exploring my options.” Chloe looked away.

“Exploring your options? What does that even mean?” Beca asked in disbelief, before realisation hit her. “He wasn’t your number one option?”

Chloe kept her gaze to the side, refusing to answer.

Beca gently cupped Chloe’s cheek, her other hand lifting Chloe’s head up by her chin and forcing her to hold eye contact with her.

“You like someone else, but you don’t think they like you back?” Beca asked softly.

Chloe’s eyes searched her own, before sighing and nodding her head in answer.

“Well they’re an idiot, because you are simply the most incrediBEALE” Chloe slapped her arm whilst giggling, “woman I’ve ever met. You are so so so beautiful that my heart stops every time I look at you. Your eyes… I’ve honestly never seen anyone with as beautiful eyes as yours. I get lost in them every time I look into them. Your smile can make even the most badass people smile.” Pointing to herself semi-jokingly. “If it were me… if I had the opportunity of being with someone as extraordinary as you, well, I’d consider myself the luckiest person in the world.”

By now Beca was trying, and failing, to hold back her tears. It didn’t help matters that Chloe was currently sobbing into the kitten in her hands.

Knowing she had possibly just ruined the best thing that ever happened to her, Beca attempted to use humour to at least make Chloe smile.

“Hey hey. That poor kitten is going to drown if you don’t-” She was cut off by the redhead’s arms being thrown around her and a face being buried into her neck.

“You didn’t need to get me a kitten, Becs. I just want you.” Chloe whispered into her neck.

Beca pulled her even closer.

A Week- Poly! Hamilsquad x Reader x Southern! Democratic Republicans

A/N: The project that’s taken weeks to write, it’s finally done! This is just a little bit of a preview of a series I want to write? Kind of a prequel or introduction? But this took me so long, hope you enjoy!


“I’m home,” Y/N called, kicking off her shoes and dropping her bag by the door. She swung off her coat and hung it on the hook, smiling as one of her boys appeared around the corner and held out his arms. Snuggling into Herc’s chest she finally felt at home.

“Hi, baby,” he whispered.


He leaned down and kissed her softly, cute and gentle and sweet. He looked at her with so much adoration that she felt her cheeks heat up the tiniest bit. Laf walked over and joined the hug with a grin. She separated from Hercules and kissed Lafayette’s cheek.

“How was work?”

She let out a huff. “More gossip, more rumors, more writing to be done.”

Alex laughed, coming through the front door behind her and kissing both Laf and Herc’s cheeks. “Don’t I know it.”

John was last, practically running around the corner and into his girlfriend’s arms. “BABY GIRL!”

“John!” she said, teasing him with the same amount of enthusiasm and kissing him. “Get any sketches done?”

He smiled proudly and showed her his colorful hands. “Paintings, actually.”

“I hope you didn’t do it on my desk again.” Y/N groaned playfully. When he looked down sheepishly she frowned. “John, you promised!” When he kissed her again, she shook her head. “Fine, just clean it up, ‘kay?”

“Anything for you, baby girl,” he announced, kissing her one more time before moving on to Alex.

Laf pulled her back against his chest. “I do love having you here, mon cheri.”

“It’s great to be here, Laf.”

“Then don’t leave!” John said, bouncing a bit. Y/N giggled as Alex nodded.

“Yeah, don’t go back to Thomas, he doesn’t need you, we do!”

“Aw, Alex,” Y/N teased, leaning over and kissing his cheek. “Can’t leave my other boys alone- but, for tonight, I’m yours.”


Thomas held her close against his chest. “No, I don’t wanna share you!”

“Baby,” Y/N cooed, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “Don’t you want to see Aaron and Jemmy?”

Thomas frowned. “Fine. But we better not run into Hamilton on our way out.”

She stood up and brushed off her legs with a scowl. “Thomas, you know I need to check on Alex before I go.”

He sighed dramatically as he stood and kissed her cheek. “I’m not going to talk to him.”

“I didn’t expect you to,” Y/N said with a giggle and lacing her fingers with his. Thomas slung her work bag over his shoulder and held her stack of books and papers with his free hand. Y/N had a brown paper bag clutched tightly in her hand. She stopped at Alexander’s office, letting Jefferson stand off to the side, and rapped lightly on the door.

“Come in,” Hamilton called. She entered with a smile. “Y/N, darling!”

She set the bag on his desk as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her for a moment. He laid his forehead against hers and kissed her once more, hands roaming her body. She playfully pushed him away.

“Alex, it’s not your day,” she sang. Alex rolled his eyes before she handed him the bag. “Here.”

“A present?” he teased, quirking an eyebrow and beginning to open it.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “A meal. I know you, you won’t be home until midnight and by the time you finish writing you wouldn’t have had time to eat, and it’ll be too late. I made your favorite.”

He smiled at the Tupperware and kissed her again. “Thanks, sweetheart. Love you. Are you going to check on John?”

She nodded. “Yep, if Thomas stops acting like a child.” She raised her voice at the end, making sure Jefferson could hear her.

“HEY!” he called back to them.

She kissed Alex one more time before walking away. “See you tomorrow.”

“Bye, darling.”

Y/N walked out the door, giving him one last look, reminding him to eat his meal, and closed the door. Thomas had his arms crossed and was wearing a pout.

“You didn’t say you’d be in there for that long!”

“Come on, we still have to give John his meal, then we can go home.”

Jefferson groaned but gave no protest. After checking up on Laurens, Y/N and Jefferson got in the car. Thomas placed all of her things carefully in the back and slid into the driver’s seat, squeezing her hand. Once home, he parked the car in the garage and grabbed her bag.

“I can carry that, you know,” Y/N told him, stepping into the elevator with their fingers laced.

Thomas rolled his eyes as the elevator rose. “I only get to see you every other day, darling, I’m not letting you work hard while I’m around.”

She smiled and took out her keys, holding open the door for her boyfriend, making him frown at her briefly before entering.

“James!” Thomas exclaimed happily, setting down the bag and stepping into Madison’s arms. Y/N grinned at them before walking towards James and pulling him away for a moment to hug him.

“Missed you, sweetheart,” James said softly, pulling her into a small kiss. “Are you staying the night?”

She smiled. “Yep, don’t want to miss an opportunity to talk with my favorite boy.”

“You tell that to all your boys,” someone else said with a teasing tone. Y/N turned around and walked into Aaron’s arms, kissing his cheek as he wasn’t one for lots of physical contact.

“Yes, but I only mean it with you,” she cooed, rubbing his back and snuggling into his shoulder. Thomas and James quickly joined in, not wanting to be left out. Cuddled between three of her boys, there was no place she’d rather be.


“Wednesday’s movie night,” Hercules called, stepping into the apartment with arms full of movies. “We have one each of everyone’s favorites, we don’t have time for everything, we’re watching 2 movies so get your arguments ready!”

Alex jumped up from the couch. He had previously had Y/N’s feet on his legs as she sat in John’s lap, but he quickly pushed them off so he could begin to scream. “We have to watch The Little Mermaid!”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You love that movie more than you love me!”

John rubbed her shoulders and kissed her neck from behind. “He doesn’t love the movie, N/N, it’s Ariel he’s in love with.”

“Great.” she chuckled. “That’s better.”

Laf entered through the door behind Herc, carrying 3 large boxes of pizza. He set the food down and smiled, coming into the living room and holding out his arms.

“I’m home, mon cheris!”’

John jumped off the couch and barrelled into Laf’s arms. “Please don’t let Alex choose The Little Mermaid again, Laf, don’t you love me?” Laurens gave his best puppy eyes.

“Aw, mon amour, it’s beyond my control!” Lafayette kissed the top of his head and opened his arms to Y/N. She stepped into them, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him sweetly.

“Glad you’re home,” she whispered into his hair.

“Glad you’re here,” he replied softly, kissing her again.

“But please, Laf, don’t let him choose again!”

Gilbert laughed. “I’ll do my best.”


“Where are we going?”

Thomas pulled Y/N more tightly against his chest. “Well, we can do Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Indian, Mexican, Italian- or we can just run to the store and get another frozen meal.”

Y/N shifted a bit in his lap. “Okay, and when is Aaron coming home?”

“Answer my question and I’ll answer yours.” Thomas poked her nose, making her pout. After she gave him her dinner order he kissed her. “Aaron will be home any minute, and James should be up from his nap soon.”

Sure enough, only a few moments later Madison wandered out of the bedroom and came into the living room. He smiled at the two.

“Thanks for letting me rest, I feel much better.” James sniffed and settled next to them on the couch. Thomas took his hand and Y/N leaned over to kiss his cheek. Madison frowned. “Y/N, you’ll get sick!”

“And I’ll have you to take care of me,” she finished, kissing him on the lips.

“I’m home,” Aaron called, walking in. “I brought home enough ingredients for Thomas to make mac and-”

“MAC AND CHEESE!” Thomas exclaimed, shaking Y/N a bit. “Guys, Aaron is my favorite person ever!”

Y/N rolled her eyes and got off of Thomas, kissing Aaron’s forehead. “What have I told you about spoiling the children.”

“Sorry, darling,” Aaron replied, smiling.


She snuggled into Herc’s chest. “I don’t wanna go to sleep.”

He kissed the top of her head. She smiled as John rubbed her shoulders. “Why not, sweetheart?”

“‘Cause tomorrow I have to leave you again.”

“Yeah,” Alex piped up from John’s other side. “Why not stay?”

Laf smiled. “Come on, mon amour.” He reached for Y/N’s hand and squeezed it over Hercules. “Then you get to go and hang out with Thomas and James and Aaron!”

She grinned back. “Yeah. And then Sunday I’ll be back. Okay, goodnight.”


“You shouldn’t snuggle with me, Y/N,” James reminded his girlfriend, watching with a fond smile as she moved closer to him.

“You’re always sick, cuddling has never killed me before!”

Madison shook his head. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Aaron came in shortly, finding his spot at Y/N’s other side and spooning her. “Goodnight. Thomas will be in soon.”

She rolled her eyes. “He’s almost as bad as Alex, I doubt he’ll be here at all.”

“You have so little faith in me!” Jefferson piped up, coming in with an easy smirk on his face. “I’m here, aren’t I?”


She took the pregnancy test between her hands, studying it slowly. She felt her vision go a bit blurry, her world crashing around her.

It was positive.

Downpour Run-ins [Dan]

Originally posted by everything-dan-and-phil

Word Count: 1316
Warnings: None 

Forgive me, for this is about to be the longest thing I have ever posted.
I’m thinking about turning this into a series, so lemme know if you’d like that! Also, would you like me to keep the character as (Y/N) or should I change it to an OC? Ps: If you get the pun at the end ily

The bell affixed to the door softly chimed as she exited the store, her small hands clutching a brown paper bag tightly to her chest as she briskly walked down the rain-soaked footpath. Her hair whipped her back, the leather shoes on her feet squeaking annoyingly as she dodged other shoppers who were also trying to find shelter from the downpour. The black trench coat she was wearing was beginning to soak right through to her skin with the cold rain, making her shiver.

‘Typical London,’ she muttered under her breath with a huff, a small cloud of air escaping her lips due to the icy cold temperature.

Out of all the days she could’ve forgotten her umbrella at home, today just had to be the day. She was in such a rush to get to the store early that she bounded down the stairs out of her flat, completely ignoring the fact that the clouds outside had turned an ominous dark grey. Instead, she noticed the beautiful muted reds and oranges of the fallen leaves swirling and fluttering about in the breeze, getting lost in the blur of colours. She was just that type of person; the type who noticed the beauty in almost everything.

Even if it was just a bunch of dead leaves floating in the wind.

The rain began to pour down harder and the drumming on the tin roof of the shelter became increasingly louder. She decided that the coffee store just a few metres away was her best shot to get out of the rain and cold, so she tucked the paper bag firmly under her arm and prepared herself to run.

The icy air whipped against her face as she bolted down the footpath, turning her cheeks a rosy red and chapping her lips slightly. The rain pounded down on her mercilessly, little droplets trickling slowly down her back and face. She squinted in an attempt to try and figure out where she was going, but the misty air made it almost impossible to see anything in front of her.

It was bound to happen in this horrible weather; her impaired vision wasn’t helping either. As she ran down the path, the leather shoes on her feet squeaking as annoyingly as ever, she slammed right into the chest of a stranger. The paper bag went flying out of her small hands, landing in a tiny puddle on the footpath, absorbing the water like a sponge and shriveling up like wrinkly skin.

‘Oh my goodness,’ the voice shouted over the intensity of the downpour. ‘Are you okay?’

She just nodded timidly, scrambling to her feet and inspecting herself for any injuries. Of course she was alright; the man had softened her fall.

‘I’m okay,’ she replied honestly, looking up to see the tall man gazing at her with his brown eyes.

‘Ahh! Your coat is soaked!’ He exclaimed, biting his lip and ruffling his slightly curly fringe with his hand. ‘C'mon, let’s head into the coffee shop to dry off.’ She followed the stranger inside the café, a little bell tinkling as they opened the door. Both were immediately met with a pleasant blast of warm air to the face along with the comforting smell of grinded coffee beans. A smile washed over her face as she stood in line to wait for her favourite beverage; coffee.

She suddenly got the feeling that someone was watching her, and she turned to see the dark-haired stranger sitting at a table with a small smile on his face. She looked ahead shyly, her cheeks turning a slight pink.

Both didn’t utter any words until she joined him in the back of the bustling café, the hum of coffee machines in the background filling their silence. She wrapped her hands around the paper cup in an attempt to warm up her frozen fingers.

‘Crazy weather out there, am I right?’ He questioned with a cheeky smirk set on his lips, taking a sip of his drink soon after. She raised her eyebrows slightly in surprise.

‘The old “isn’t the weather crap” conversation starter,’ she laughed slightly, brushing some of the damp hair out of her face. ‘Nice one, um…’

He smiled at her before holding out his hand across the table, ‘Dan. Nice to meet you…’

‘(Y/N),’ she grinned, shaking his hand firmly and taking a sip of her hot coffee. The two conversed for what seemed like hours, talking about their hobbies and interests. He learned that she was obsessed with anime and they spent quite some time arguing over which ones were the best.

‘I’m telling you, nothing beats Tokyo Ghoul!’ She exclaimed, placing her cup on the table. He just shook his head with a smile and began to rant about his favourite- Haikyuu! She had never laughed harder in her life with this almost-complete stranger and his hilariously awkward jokes; she was in stitches by the time she had drained her cup of coffee.

She stood up from the table, adjusting the bag on her shoulder and ruffling her still-damp hair. He followed her to the door, his empty cup which once held tea still in hand. By now the storm had calmed down, but not enough for her to walk back to her place without being soaked again.

Just as she put her right hand on the cold handle of the door, Dan placed something in her left; it was the paper bag from earlier she had dropped in the puddle outside. Even though the bag itself was wrinkly, its contents were one-hundred percent dry; she was extremely grateful for this. The two exchanged farewells before she ran out into the rain with a huge grin on her face, clutching the bag as tightly as ever.

He watched her rush down the street through the window, noticing how her black trench coat absorbed the rain the way her package did. As she disappeared down a corner, his hands flipped up the hood on his jumper, leaving the store and walking down the street in the opposite direction. Before he had met her, Dan was on his way to the DVD store just down the road to buy an anime that his roommate had wanted to watch; the brown paper bag was an all-too familiar sight to him.

She bounded up her stairs once she had reached her apartment, throwing her sodden boots to the side without a care in the world. All she wanted to do was curl up on the sofa with a steaming mug of hot tea and watch the raindrops have a race down the window in the living room.

As she sat down on the leather couch with her hot chamomile, (Y/N) grabbed the paper bag which contained the item she had been searching on the web for almost two weeks. She placed the cup down on the coffee table and started to tear through the bag, pulling out the DVD she had always wanted. Something suddenly slipped through the packaging, fluttering in the air and onto the floor. She furrowed her eyebrows and bent down to pick it up. It was a receipt filled with grocery items; not the one from the store she had been to. Turning it over, she saw a messy note scrawled on the back.

Ah of course, Tokyo Ghoul season 2. Haikyuu! is still better though.

She grinned, shaking her head in amusement at his statement. Her eyes travelled to the bottom of the crumpled note to see a barely legible phone number hastily written down. Her hands immediately reached for her phone which was sitting on the armrest beside her. Oh boy, was he gonna get it.

(Y/N): You can’t HIDE from the truth that Tokyo Ghoul is better than Haikyuu! my friend.

Her phone beeped soon after with a reply, and the pun war had begun.

The Mom Ch. 1

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun

Synopsis: Samchilil

Warnings: All the fluff!!! Seriously fluffy feels ahead…

Author’s Note: Here we go again, dear readers! Off on another adventure with The Nanny. What sort of scenarios are we going to get up to this time? ;)
Remember, feedback is love! <3

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.


The morning after the birth of the twins found you feeling like you’d been run over by a bus. Your muscles were sore and weak, you’d barely had any sleep and you swore if anyone tried to feed you yet another bowl of Miyeokguk you were going to throw it at them.

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Once they arrived back at the Tower Friday released him on the Iron Man disassembly platform. “Thanks Fri.”

“Anything thing for you boss.” Tony grinned at his baby girl’s success. Fury was going to be pissed but honestly the genius couldn’t give two shits.

5 minutes later he was in the kitchen attempting to put something together to eat when a strong smell of Chinese food came from his far right. Turning around he saw Bruce standing in his lab coat with a brown paper bag clutched in his arms. “Come willingly and I’ll feed you.”

“Oh Brucie I’d do anything for you…” Bruce just grinned at him and gestured him closer. “By any chance did you happen to order me some lo mien?”
“Of course.”
“I always knew you were my favorite.”

So for the next two hours Bruce was able to get Tony’s help on an experiment before he was stolen right from under his nose.

He wanted to blame Rhodes for being a sneaky fucker but he always did get a little tunnel vision when it came to his experiments.

It went a little like this….
Bruce was looking over some data points while Tony jotted down a few equations on a board across the room.
The billionaires phone buzzed, “Rhodey said he’s got a surprise for me but I only get it if I come now. You good if I leave?”
Bruce grunts, Tony leaves.

With Rhodey, “Damn Tones, what did you get yourself into this time?”
“I have no idea and it wasn’t even my fault!”
Tony was currently checking himself out in his bedroom mirror. Rhodey found him a cool new Iron Man t-shirt that he knew Tony would love. Which the genius did.
“Poor baby, should I take you to get coffee?”
“Um hell yes. What kind of question is that? Let’s go.”

They were walking down the street when the crowd around them started getting a little more rowdier than they already were.

“Man of Iron! I have come to claim you as my prize!” Swooping down Thor looped an arm around Tony before taking off.

“DAMNIT THOR!” Tony and Rhodey shouted at once.

It took Tony a few seconds of clinging to the ridiculous Demi-god before he had a realization. “I didn’t get my coffee!!”

defussy  asked:

marliza and 58 ;~; (ilu bean)

Somethings didn’t last the test of time. Most things, material things, didn’t last long. Things changed, ended, and started again nothing really felt like a forever. Well…almost nothing

The days still came, warm autumn mornings that came before the harsh winter months. These warm, rare days of sun and soft breezes were little treasures. “Ready to head out, love?” Maria called from the kitchen as she packed her tote with a few snacks, her blood pressure medicine and napkins. A lot of napkins.

Time did good things for Maria, she aged gracefully. Wrinkles formed around her eyes, her sleepy look still remained endearing even after fifty years. From the corner of the room, Eliza rolled in with her walker. She had hunched over the years. Tired body and hands finally caught up with the busy body that was Eliza Schuyler-Lewis. Her once dark hair was peppered with long, silvery strands. She looked up through her glasses and smiled whimsically. “Ready as I’ll ever be..oft…”

“Maybe we should get you the chair, dear.”

“The chair will scare the birds, I don’t mind walking.”

Maria shook her head a little, she grabbed her cane and the two were out the door. They waddled close together, to elderly women sporting matching cardigans as they roamed down the busy streets at their own pace. When they arrived at the park Eliza was slightly out of breath, clutching a brown paper bag full of sunflower seeds.

Once they were seated a nearby park bench, Eliza began digging into her bag tossing the seeds at the birds with glee. Maria couldn’t help but watch her smile. That timeless smile. She seemed to withstand the great test of the ages, fifty years strong, and her smile still shined just as bright and loving as the first time they met. Maria smiled to herself, enjoying the day and the view.

Eliza smiled softly as the birds came closer, she turned her head towards her wife of many years and noticed she was staring at her. “What? Did I forget my teeth again?”

“No.” Maria waved her hand a bit. “I was just thinking about how blessed I’ve been to be with you.” She smiled softly.

Eliza shook her head a bit, “Oh love…how you manage to love me as an old crow I’ll never know.”

“I’ve been in love with you my entire life. Ever since the day I first met you.” Maria leaned over and laid her head on Eliza’s small, bony shoulder as her arm shook while tossing seeds at the birds. Maria meant every word, she adored Eliza, every day of every year spent with her was something not even time could age or make mundane.

They sat there. A couple of old lovebirds in the park watching the sunset and the birds fly off after a day of eating seeds. 

“God gave me the greatest gift of them all, more time with you.” Eliza whispered softly as the day turned dark but neither was quite ready to call it a day. 

Childhood Memories

   A/N: Well, it’s been a while since I’ve written Riverdale. Here it is! I was having some major Jughead feels the other day and this was the result. Let me know what you think. ~Levi’s Lover 

    Age seven

    A pale hand cups the small silver coins, handing them to the man behind the register. A small girl sits near, watching as she flips the pages of her book, others sprawled across the white table. “I’m sorry son, this just isn’t enough.” Her father’s booming voice falls upon the boy, simply receiving a meek nod in return. His small hand reaches for the coins, gripping them once in his possession. His dark bangs fall over his eyes, hiding the dark circles that reside beneath. 

    “Thanks anyways.” He mumbles. The older male nods, gesturing for him to move out of the way. He does as told, worn out sneakers scraping against the floor. The thin flannel he wore displayed small patches, indicating a previous hole that has now been closed up. His gray jeans stuck to his thin legs, small holes allowing a view of his scraped knees. Coming to a stop before the child, he glares at her curious stare. “What do you want?” There was no hiding her surprise, her wide eyes and open mouth said it all. “What are you staring at?” His harsh question snapped the girl out of her daze, a small scowl set on his lips.

    “Why are your clothes so torn?” This time, it was his turn to reveal his surprise. “What?”

    “My mom doesn’t let me wear dirty clothes. Does your mom let you?” Judging by the red tinting his ears, the boy was becoming angry. “What’s it matter to you?” The girl shrugs, oblivious to the boy’s annoyance. “You’ll start to smell icky.” Her nose scrunches, showing her distaste. 

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[WIP] weak for sweets - part 2

Sweets shop AU: Pastry chef Miyuki and chocolatier Chris run a small shop together. Eijun, just moved to Tokyo, is their most enthusiastic and most frequent customer. | Part 1 |

Part 2: Kuramochi deals with the new Noisy Neighbor.

3461 words, people!! Kuramochi, when did you take over my heart. Scribbles for tattoos because I am lazy.

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anonymous asked:

May you pleaaaaaaase write part 10 of the bone cracking story? I love your writing voice

Yes I can!  Here is Part 10, comin’ ‘atcha!

(Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Epilogue)

Closing the taxi door behind you, you tip him well as you grab your things, clutching the brown paper bag close to your chest as you limp up to your doorway.

Ring ring.  Ring ring.

Sighing as you dig for your phone, you see Spencer’s name crawl across your screen as you furrow your brow.

“Hello?” you ask, fumbling your keys in your hand before sticking them into your locked door.

“Hey there, Y/N, I just wanted to make sure you got home safe…” you hear him say.

“Yep, just arrived,” you say, throwing your door open as you step through, kicking your bag in with your foot as you slam your door behind you.

“T-that’s good,” you hear him stammer.

“Spencer, what is it,” you sigh as you set the brown bag on the kitchen counter and slowly pull out the Jameson.

Your fingers trembled as you ran them across the label.

“I’m just really worried about you…” he trails off.

“Well don’t be,” you snap.

Hearing a pause on the other end, you sigh as you say, “I’m sorry.  It’s just been a really long case, and I just want to be alone, and none of you will fucking leave me alone.”

Gritting your teeth as you close your eyes, you take a deep breath as you remind yourself to keep your cool.

“Please forgive me,” he says weakly.

“For what?” you ask, your brow furrowing as you shake your head.

“For everything.  For snapping at you when I was craving, for tiptoeing around an apology instead of just saying it.  For always seeming like I invade your privacy when all I am is worried…”

Hearing him trail off, you throw open your cabinet as you eye a glass.

Putting your phone on speaker-phone, you toss it on the counter as you meander to your fridge, your mouth salivating at the sweet relief that is about to wash over your body.

Hearing a horn honk in the distance, you take your ice-filled cup and look out your kitchen window, grabbing the bottle of Jameson as you unscrew the cap.

Until you saw a pair of lights turn down your street.

“Spencer…?” you ask hesitantly, “Where are you right now?”

“That’s the other thing I need to apologize for…” he trails off.

“Spencer.  What have you done?” you ask, the unscrewed bottle shaking in your arms as you watch the car pull slowly into your driveway.

“I had Garcia keep tabs on your banking records.”

Feeling the heat rise in your face, you watch as Spencer and Morgan’s faces slowly come into view, the car lights shutting off as the sit in your driveway, eyeing you through your kitchen window.

With an open bottle of Jameson in your hands.

“Spencer…” you say through gritted teeth.

“We know where the cab driver took you after you left the hospital.  We know that you are struggling.  And we know…I know…that right now is the last moment in your life that you need to be alone.”

Feeling tears well in your eyes, you look down at your cup as you slowly pour the Jameson into your glass, the amber liquid gliding over the rocks of ice as your heart pounds furiously in your chest.

“Y/N!” you hear Spencer yell over your phone.

“I never asked you to come.  I never asked you to keep tabs on me.  I never asked you to apologize and I never asked you to show up at my damn AA meeting!” you yell, your entire body trembling as you plant your palms into the counter of your kitchen, your tears dripping into your glass of alcohol.

“All I wanted was-”

“To be left alone,” Spencer finishes.

“But you’re never going to be alone.  Not with us,” Morgan chimes in.

Feeling your jaw clench as you tremor with your unshed tears, you suck in a deep breath through your nose as you wrap your hand around your glass.

“I won’t come in there unless you ask,” Spencer says.

Looking up and out your window, you see Spencer’s body, one foot hanging out of the car door, ready to plant himself on your porch.

“I will not even approach your door unless you ask,” he adds.

Panting with rage as your face flushes deep, you pick up your phone and flick it shut, cutting the phone call as tears rumble down your face, your lips quivering as you yell out into the darkness of your home.

“God damn iiiiiiiiiiit!”

Picking up your glass, you whirl your body around and throw it behind you as it shatters against the fridge, the ice and amber liquid and glass covering the floor as you press your back up against the kitchen counter, your body curling inwards as you crouch down, your hands covering your face as you start to heave.

Hearing scurrying outside your door, you hear something fiddling with the lock before it clicks over, your door being thrown open as the strong patter of Spencer’s feet clamor across your foyer and over into your kitchen.

“It’s ok, Y/N,” he says, gliding over the broken glass and spilled liquid as you rock back and forth, your face in your hands as you hear a car crank up in your driveway.

“I’m here, and it’s going to be alright,” he murmurs into your hair as he picks you up in his arms, your body curling into him as he walks you out of your kitchen and over to your couch.

“It’s just me.  Morgan’s going home,” he says, watching you nod as you try to choke back your tears.

“Let them fall,” he urges, his thumb rising up to brush them away as your body hiccups with sobs, your hands trembling as you lay them on your legs, palms up.

“What have I done?” you squeeze out, your voice light and high as your throat constricts with embarrassment, “Oh god, what did I do?”

“Nothing.  You did nothing,” Spencer stresses as he wraps a blanket around your shoulders, sitting himself on your coffee table in front of you.

“But I…I…”

“Let me in,” he pleads, wrapping his hands around yours as he squeezes them lightly, his eyes searching your puffy, red, wet face as you slowly raise your gaze to his.

“Don’t leave me…” you whisper.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” he says, wiping a stray hair out of your face as he smiles weakly, “You’re stuck with me for at least the weekend.”

Nodding slowly as your gaze falls back to your lap, he leans in and presses a light kiss to your forehead.

“I’m going to go clean up the mess in the kitchen,” he says as he stands, releasing your hands, “And then we are going to curl up on this couch, turn on your favorite movie, and order some dinner.”

Nodding lightly as you sniffle, you wipe your nose on the blanket as he squeezes your knees, getting up and walking behind you as you hear his shoes crinkle over the broken glass.

Closing your hands as you shut your eyes, your brow furrows as your eyes fly open, looking down at the object in your hand.

“Keep that as a reminder,” you hear Spencer say behind you, “Until we can find yours.”

And as your eyes water at the sight of his three-year sobriety coin, you take a deep breath and lean back into the couch, pulling it in close to your heart as you listen to the rhythmic sweeping of your broom across the floor.


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