✥ 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
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.
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.
“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.
“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. Itold 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 — wouldnever 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.
Warnings: explicit language, sexual content, angst
Author’s Notes: This is part three of a multi-part series. Shifts between multiple points of view. I have been to Kennebunkport once in my life for an afternoon. I am definitely taking liberties with the layout and landscape of the town and surrounding areas.
“We shall see it through as efficiently as possible,” McGonagall said primly as they walked down the hallway towards the great hall.
Harry stretched his legs slightly to keep up with McGonagall’s impatient clipped pace, “You’re going to be there?” he asked.
McGonagall nodded, “Of course. You are my student as well as those who wish to-” she tsked faintly under her breath, “-tempt fate, as it were. It’s my duty to make certain things operate in the most efficient and ethical manner possible.”
Harry relaxed slightly, at least there would be no diving tackles or kissing his feet if the Headmistress herself was there.
“The optimum solution would have been if your fellow students could control themselves and not act like a great many cats in heat,” McGonagall’s expression soured, “Unfortunately, having taught for a great many years, I know such a thing to be utterly impossible.”
Harry smiled faintly, “I think you might have better luck with cats, Professor.”
McGonagall’s mouth turned up in a faint knowing smirk, “That shows what you know about cats, Mr Potter.”
Harry spotted Hermione standing by the entrance to the great hall and raised his hand to wave, “Herm-”
He was engulfed in a fluff of brown hair, Hermione clutching the front of his jumper to stay upright even as they half spun round from the force of the collision, “Harry! Harry listen-!”
“Ms Granger,” McGonagall said, “What are you doing?”
“Professor I just need to talk to Harry for ten-no-five- just five minutes it’s very important!” Hermione said all in one breath.
McGonagall narrowed her eyes slightly before begrudging them a nod, “Very well, five minutes.”
They both watched for a breathless moment until McGonagall had entered the great hall.
“Hermione, what’s going on?” Harry asked.
Hermione loosened one hand out of his jumper to take out her wand and cast a muffalito around them.
“What if he doesn’t remember?” Hermione said.
Harry’s brow furrowed, “What?”
Hermione’s hand tightening its grip like she was on the verge of shaking him out of frustration,“What if Malfoy doesn’t remember the kiss at all? Everything makes sense if he doesn’t remember it happening!”
“But someone else would have, Pansy or Blaise,” Harry said doubtfully, not wanting to grasp after false hope.
“They were talking to each other, I think,” Hermione said carefully.
“You think?” Harry said incredulously.
“Yes, I think,” she said impatiently, “You don’t understand how horrible your memory was-”
“Hey!” Harry protested.
“Not like that!” Hermione said, “I mean that your awareness of your surroundings during the whole thing was so completely muted it was like trying to make out details through a fog and I think your perception of time was distorted as well. Everything was a lot more drawn out than it would have been in real life. I mean, really” She finally let go of his abused jumper to put her hand on her hip with a huff, “the whole thing couldn’t have been more than a half a second - the actual kiss, I mean- and your lips just brushed so someone would have had be looking right at the two of you to notice which was highly unlikely in that corner of the room and the angle you were standing at-”
Harry held up his hands, “I get it! I get it, he might not have remembered.”
Hermione nodded and spun on her heel, marching towards the doors, “We need confirmation and for that we need Parkinson. Malfoy would be better but he’s probably sulking in his room if I were to guess. I was just waiting for you to go get her.”
Harry followed, caught up in Hermione’s urgency, only to nearly run into her back when she suddenly stopped.
Hermione frowned at him and shook her head, “Wait here, I’ll be right back.”
“I only have five minutes-” Harry tried to call after her but Hermione had already gone into the great hall that, if the noise coming from inside was any indication, was packed full.
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.
Synopsis: Jon has to support and comfort Damian, who’s begun to have recurring dreams of a friend he was supposed to have…a friend that doesn’t exist in this timeline…a boy named Colin Wilkes.
This is my first serious Damijon fic, so I hope you guys enjoy :D
“Damian, slow down!”
“Ironic, considering you’re the one with super speed. I’m leaving you behind if you don’t keep up!”
Jon sighed in resignation as Damian ran ahead of him. They were at an abandoned warehouse this time, another late night out in Damian’s frenzied search for someone who seemed to never actually be there. Damian leaped atop a stack of container vans, meticulously searching for any clues. Jon trudged behind him, trying his best to pretend he didn’t want to go home. Not that Damian was stopping him, but he was too worried about his friend to even consider leaving.
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.”
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.
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.
A/N: Hi! I’m new to the writing community, but I’ve been having the burning desire to write about everyone’s favorite trickster for the past two years now. This is my first attempt at it, and I hope you find this enjoyable. Please let me know if you liked this short drabble so I could write more!
Title: Glares and Stares
Pairings: Loki Laufeyson x Reader
It was him. It was definitely him.
He sat on the suede chair, reading a book that you had seen him carrying about with him at times. You sat in the chair adjacently from him, and you were giving him the ugliest stare you could muster.
“May I help you with something? I can feel you boring into me.” He spoke, breaking the silence in the living room, turning a page with a long finger without looking up.
“My tea is gone.” Your voice was flat, with no emotion.
Green eyes peeked up from the book, and with it, a raised eyebrow. “And?” His gaze returned back to the pages.
“You took it.” You stated. Your hands laid folded in your lap as you sat straighter in your seat, rivaling the god.
“Quite an accusation.” He flipped another page. The light from the floor to ceiling window streamed into the room and offered a beautiful view of the bustling city of New York.
“I’m sure you’re used to that.” You shot. The man in front of you set his book down. Dissatisfaction is clearly written on his face. “Why on earth would I take your tea?”
“You tell me.”
He scowled at you, setting his book aside, and leaned forward on his elbows towards you. “Isn’t there someone else you can take these petty remarks to? Whether or not someone took your tea means little to me.”
You sat quietly, not saying a word until he crumbled under your gaze with his confession. He sat back in the chair, the look of annoyance blending into amusement. To your left, the elevator door opened, and Steve walking into your vantage point. You and Loki never broke your gaze from one another as Steve looked curiously at the picture in front of him.
“Should I be worried?” Steve asked. From what little you could see, he was wearing a white shirt. His whole presence was the essence of truth, and in front of you sat the origin of lies.
“He took my tea and he won’t admit to stealing it.”
“Do you want me to go run and get some for you?” This made you break your stare off with the god, and a smile split your face.
“You’d do that for me?” Steve shrugged one shoulder, as if the errand was nothing out of the ordinary.
“I gotta go get some pancake mix.” Your smiled widened and nodded your head.
“I’ll pay you back.” Steve began to walk to the elevator again, clutching a brown wallet in his left hand, and saluting you with his right.
“Make sure that it is the peach flavor.” The accented voice made you turn sharply towards the man in green, just as the elevator doors shut.
“Oh why you-”
“The soldier is bringing us more. Quiet your complaints.” He stood, picking his book up and moving elegantly towards the elevator. You breathed in a sharp hiss, stalking right behind him.
“Us? This is not a we situation. It’s my tea, so keep your grubby hands off it.”
“The last time I checked, my hands are clean.”
The elevator door opened, and you went in to stand on the opposite side of him, glaring into the side of his head. He punched in his floor number, and then he turned to you, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“What are you attempting to achieve by glaring at me?”
“I’m hoping you’ll spontaneously combust.”
He chuckled, and the elevator slowed to a stop. “Well, good luck with that.” He stepped off, walked down the hallway and turned a corner, leaving you fuming in the elevator behind.
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 Enjoy!
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.
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
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.
This has been in my want to write list for goodness knows how long, and
I finally have the inspiration to do it. It’s the usual soul mate tattoo au, in
which the first word that your soul mate speaks to you appears on your inner
wrist. Newt however never got his mark.
The lack of words emblazoned across the delicate skin of Newt’s inner
wrist had been a constant plague on the young man’s mind, over the years he had
seen countless others soul mate marks appear, but his never did. He would quite
often find himself lying awake at night, staring at his forearm, desperately
willing something, anything to appear. Dwelling in the thought that perhaps he
truly would be alone for the rest of his days. So he retracted into himself,
burying himself in his work and creatures, trying to convince himself that if he
kept himself busy enough, he wouldn’t feel the dull ache in his heart. Of
course this rarely worked.
As he often did, Newt was working well into the evening, so absorbed by
the task at hand that he was barely conscious of the time. He only ripped his
sea green eyes from the parchment as his stomach growled, as though he had
swallowed a lion or perhaps some kind of whale. Cheeks flushing as a stern
older wizard sent him an incredulous look over the top of his spectacles.
Freckled cheeks still dusted with pink, Newt peered out of the rather
small round window, where outside the sun was just beginning to sink beneath
the buildings. Deciding that the last few scraps of paperwork still sitting on
the chaos that had the audacity to call a desk, could wait until tomorrow, Newt
gathered up his belongings and headed out of the cramped office door, off to feed
the lion that had taken up residence in his stomach.
Newt headed to the lift, shuffling his way down the dimly lit, bottle
green tiled corridor, arms well laden with a small mountain of books, an inconspicuous
brown leather case clutched in his long fingered work worn hand.
Hands rather full, Newt struggled to press the brass button for the
lift, resorting to jabbing at it with his elbow, to no avail, as he was about
to give in and head for the steep staircase, his sensitive ears pricked up at
the sound of breathy laughter. A rather lovely young lady was standing a little
way from the lift, well out of the way of the precarious stack of books held in
Newt’s arms, until she took a few tentative steps and pressed the but to for
the pair of them.
Just managing to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat, Newt
choked out, ‘thank you, I thought I might be stranded’ the woman’s bright eyes
widened, before a breath taking, wide
giddy smile took over her face. Newt furrowed his brow, completely perplexed as
to what might have invoked such a response.
As she rolled up the sleeve of her robe, Newt’s confusion only grew,
until he was presented with the woman’s wrist, where written clear as day were
the words, ‘thank you, I thought I might be stranded.’ The bottom seemed to
drop out of Newt’s stomach, as his heart fluttered in his chest, eyes wide as
he looked from the woman to the words, and back again.
Not wanting to get his hopes too high, Newt gently set his case on the
floor along with his books, before unfastening his cufflink and rolling up his
shirt sleeve, revealing the bare skin to the stranger. A soft fond smile lit up
her face, as she lightly traced her finger over the sensitive skin of Newt’s
inner wrist, before bringing her gaze up to meet his, with a sad little nod.
Heart dropping once more, Newt gave her a brief smile back before attempting to
pull his arm away, only for her to keep a hold, before she began to trace
letters across Newt’s forearm, ‘h.e.l.l.o.’ Tingles shot through him with each
gentle touch, the lopsided smile growing at his lips.
“would you perhaps, like to join me for some tea?’
Request:Will you please do a part two to “get together” with Jason Todd where he’s been dating the reader for about a year or more and she finds out about the whole killing/guns and smoking thing and she’s upset?
Y/n was at
the mansion, it was about to turn midnight, she was waiting for Jason to return
from whatever he was doing. Dick told her he wasn’t going to be out for long
that it was just a quick errand and he’ll be returning in just an hour, but
that never happened. They’ve been dating for little over a year now and soon
came to term that if he hadn’t returned back before midnight; she just needed
to go home. Sometimes when she got to their shared apartment he was already
there or he wasn’t and would be home until the later hours of the morning. She
wasn’t okay with it at first, questioning him all the time about it, he always
told her the same answer; don’t worry about it. After the tenth time, she gave
up and knew when the time was right; Jason would finally tell her the truth.