Jefferson slammed himself against the door to the apartment, huffing in annoyance. “James! Let me back in the apartment! Come on!” James ignored him and walked to the bathroom, filling the tub with water and undressing. “JAMES!!!” Thomas shouted, looking for the key that was usually hidden under the mat. James continued to ignore his pleas and sunk into the bubbles, closing his eyes and smiling. Thomas made a mental note never to force mac and cheese upon James Madison.
He huffed and got his phone out, wondering who he could possibly call. Aaron was a pretentious lil shit, Hamilton was an annoying lil shit, Lafayette was a far away in France lil shit, Washington was an important and busy lil shit, Reynolds was a clubbing lil shit, Eaker was a drug selling lil shit… So that left nobody. Thomas groaned in frustration and went outside for some fresh air. If James wasn’t going to let him in then fine. But he was not in the mood to call a bunch of people for rides if they were all probably busy. Thomas knew the pain of having some idiot call him when he was busy, so he spared them the interruptions.
Thomas walked outside and let the breeze hit him, blowing his hair to the side a bit. He debated on wearing the beanie tucked away in his hoodie pocket but whatever. Thomas already looked like garbage because he was stuck in an Oakland sweater, sweat pants, slippers, and his glasses. He began walking down the sidewalk to the nearest bar, only to remember that he had no wallet. So he had a few options. Option 1: Wait outside the apartment for James to finish his tantrum. Option 2: Go to a bar and try to get somebody to pay for his drinks. Option 3: Call some people to see what they’re doing and don’t get crippling anxiety from calling and them being annoyed that you’re calling.
Option 3 was completely impossible to accomplish so that was out, and option 1 sounded boring as fuck. So, Thomas decided on good ol option 2 and went to the nearest bar…
And immediately regretted his decision.
He prayed to God they wouldn’t notice him walk in, but of course they did. Laurens, Hamilton, and Hercules. All at a table with glasses all around them. He cringed and went over to the bar, ordering a simple beer. He wasn’t in the mood for anything too fancy, so just beer was good for him. Hamilton called, “YO JEFFERSON GET THAT VIRGINIAN ASS OVER HERE! HAVE A FEW DRINKS WITH US! ITS MULLIGAN’S BIRTHDAY!!!” Jefferson sighed for a full minute or two before walking over to their table and pulling up a chair.
“Jefferson, you son of a bitch! Good to see ya here!” Laurens slurred, giggling and leaning on Hamilton. Thomas rolled his eyes and sipped his beer, glancing at Herc. Hercules was looking down at his phone, swiping through tumblr. He was looking at some blog called badromantics. Gee, what a thot. Thomas looked away and continued sipping his beer, pulling his phone out as well.
He texted Hercules over Instagram and asked if he was drunk. Hercules smiled at him and shook his head. “Nah. They are though. I’m always the designated driver, even if it is my birthday.” Thomas shrugged and looked back at his phone. But, finding nothing to do, he sighed and continued talking to Hercules. Hercules didn’t really talk to Thomas, more like listened. He was kinda used to listening to his friends ramble on and on about something that they loved, so he didn’t mind it at all from Thomas.
“-and so that’s why I’m stuck at a bar waiting for James to let me back in the house. Anyway, happy birthday, how old are you?” Hercules smiled that Thomas was letting him talk and answered.
Thomas froze and stared at him. Hercules was 28 years old that day and Thomas Jefferson was only 25. It never really occurred to him that Hercules might have been older than him. Sure the man was buff and strong but Thomas was still taller. He never really thought that Hercules was older. Thomas smiled and asked, “What did you want for your birthday?” He leaned his head on the table, bored out of his mind that he was stuck at a bar.
Hercules chuckled, “Ah, nothing specific. I got a new beanie, some fuzzy dice for my car, oh and they’re paying for the drinks. I’m not really into asking for a whole lot for my birthday, y’know?” Thomas could not understand that in any way possible because Thomas’ Christmas and birthday lists always ended up being about 8 or 9 pages long.
He argued, “Hercules Mulligan, are you going to look me in the eyes and tell me there was nothing that you desperately wanted more than anything in the world for your birthday?” Before Hercules could answer, Thomas’ phone buzzed. He picked it up to see that James had texted.
Jemmy: You can come back inside now if you want. Door’s unlocked. Just don’t give me that gross fattening cheese crap again.
Thomas frowned and pocketed his phone, about to stand up again. Instead, he relaxed and continued his conversation with Hercules. It was actually kinda nice talking to the man. Something about the man’s smooth and deep voice really calmed his nerves down. Thomas was perfect at alone one on one talking, but group settings always worried him.
Hercules sighed and answered finally, “Well… There was this sewing machine I really wanted, just because it had this nice bicycle stitching design. It was really fancy and not very hard to use, and could take double threads at once.” Hercules was beginning to grow more excited talking about it. “And it has really great focus on the spot and there’s also one little attachable clip that come with it so the fabric stays straight and…” He frowned and sunk in his seat. “It’s fine though. I’ll live without it.”
Thomas stood up and held his hand out. “How about you shut up, we leave these two alone so they can fuck each other, and I buy you ice cream and that sewing machine.” Hercules grinned and stood up, taking his hand.
“I’d like that,” He mumbled, leaning in close to Jefferson. Thomas sighed and continued.
“We gotta swing by my apartment though because I don’t have my wallet.” Hercules giggled and they left the bar together, their fingers intertwined.
Could you write a small Yoongi scenario? Like...where he and you (his gf) are cuddling in bed and are talking about your day and you fall asleep and he doesn't know and keeps talking till He notices (I hope this made sense !!)
so sorry about the obnoxiously long wait!!
Ignorance is Bliss
You x Yoongi
Word count: 1002
When you’ve been crumbling for so long, eventually you want nothing more than to break. And that’s exactly what you did, right onto the king-sized tempurpedic mattress. The malleable surface moulded to every curve in your back, absorbing the tension from your stress soaked muscles and bestowing a moment of stillness. It had been a hard day. You had gone through the motions in a haze. It felt like you were unmoving and the world was spinning around you in an endless lap of deficiency. Taking a piece of you with it with every rotation.
The bed dipped suddenly and you squealed in surprise, bouncing out of your short lived daze.
“Woops! Sorry.” You opened your eyes to see a porcelain angel, a smile of rosey gums and chiclet teeth.
“No, you’re not.” Mumbling as you turned towards the wall, whining when you felt 2 lean arms snake their way around your waist and pull you flush against a small frame that bordered all of your edges just right.
“The one day I have a good day, you have a bad one.” You could feel the slight elevation of his lip against your head and you turned to glare at his smirk. “Well, now you know what it feels like.”
You pushed your fists against his chest and wiggled out of his grasp. “Min Yoongi! You’re not helping!” Flopping down with your head on the opposite side of the bed, you grabbed his hoodie off of a nearby chair and held it tightly over your ears. Your body shifted quickly as your persistent boyfriend followed close behind you, crashing his body onto you with all of his weight - which these days, wasn’t much.
“That’s because you won’t let me cuddle with you!” You groaned as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, clinging to your back.
“This isn’t cuddling, this is torture.”
“Ha-ha.” He laughed humorlessly, rolling off of you and pulling your unwilling body into his lap. “You know, although I always say that I’ve had a bad day, as soon as I see you, it’s a good day.” He breathed these words of love so often, but never ever, had he actually told you that he loved you. And you didn’t blame him. You didn’t want him to. Being in love meant constantly feeling in debt to someone. You knew that you felt that way about him, but you didn’t want him to know it, too.
“Spare me the cheese.” You huffed, giving up the pointless battle and leaning your head against his chest.
“Seriously! I’m just trying to do the same thing for you. Don’t I make you happy?” His voice was suddenly unaffected by his usually colourful tone. You looked up at him to make sure that you hadn’t heard him wrong. But his face reflected his words - he was worried.
You reached a hand up to his jaw, giving the sharp angle a few soft, reassuring strokes. “I don’t think I have the words to describe how you make me feel.”
“Hmmm.” He leaned into your hand, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. You felt his torso inflate and his heart rate speed against your shoulder.
“What is it?” You asked, concerned that you had stressed him out.
“Oh, just, nothing.” Yoongi gave you a small smile, the kind of smile that you give someone when you want them to just drop it and move on. It was small, but it still told you all that you needed to know.
This time you closed your eyes, absorbing his warmth. “Tell me about your day.”
“Ate fried chicken.” He said happily, the bright sound returning to his voice.
“So, that’s why you’re happy.” You mumbled against his t-shirt, earning waves of vibrations against your cheeks as he laughed.
“Watched Jungkook and Taehyung make dubsmash videos for a good half hour.” His hands started to move through your hair thoughtlessly as he spoke. He didn’t know what his touch could do to you. It sped your heart up, but it also calmed you down beyond belief. Putting you into a tepid state of mind where only happy thoughts stirred.
“Productive…” Your voice was thick and dripping fatigue as you yawned loudly, smacking your lips as you let the next wave of laughter shake your cheeks.
“Well, I recorded another Bangtan Bomb with the children.” His voice was so far gone now, somewhere beyond the place of unconsciousness, just out of reach. You gripped at his words with one lethargic drawl that took all of the energy left in your exhausted body.
“And then I sat in the studio. I called you remember? I had this sudden inspiration but once I got it out, I needed you to hear it. You can always pick out what’s wrong with a track, but you can always pick out what’s right, too. I could’ve enhanced it. You can hear it tomorrow, I really think you’re going to like it. Anyway, it was a great day but I missed you a lot. I still have next weekend off so we’re still going to Jeju island. Right, ______?” He sighed, looking down at the long lashes that spilled over your cheeks. You looked like you had been already been sleeping for a long time, your lips slightly parted, releasing a soft whistle every time you breathed. He had been talking to himself for a while, and thought it’d be weird to continue, but he couldn’t ignore the words stirring in his heart. And staring down at you like that… The words came to his lips for the first time in his life.
Cuddled up that close to an angel, your heart should have been beating too fast to fall asleep. But you did, the comfort seeped into your bones and granted you with the gift of rest. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you could have sworn that you heard the tired voice of a pale boy say I love you.
You were currently vacationing at Disneyland with Neymar. You both wanted to escape the the hectic life in Barcelona, so you decided to come here and enjoy some peace of mind. It was a nice day out, sunny, warm, and a cool summer breeze. Today would be the perfect day.
“Alright what should we do first?” You asked while scanning the park’s map.
“Whatever it is you desire.” Neymar cooed. He wrapped his arm around you and and kissed your cheek.
“Save the sappiness.” You laughed while gently patting his cheek away.
“Why don’t we go ride that roller coasters over there?” He suggested pointing to the tall ride.
“H-hey why don’t we go ride the carousel? It’ll b-be fun.” You smiled hesitantly. You dragged Neymar away from the roller coaster and sped fast past it. Neymar grasped your hand and stopped you along the way.
“Y/n are you too scared to go on the roller coaster?” He smiled while cupping your face.
“N-no it’s just that it seems to slow to go on. I-I want something fast.” You lied. You were too afraid to go on the roller coaster, it was something you always feared. Heights were just not a good thing for you to experience.
“Babe, it’s okay. It’s just a ride.” He laughed.
“I know…” You whined.
“Let’s just wing this date, why don’t we just do whatever we see we like. We don’t have to ride all the rides.” You suggested.
“Whatever you want.” Neymar smiled. He intertwined his hand in your and you both began to tour the theme park.
“look it’s Mickey!” You pointed like a little kid. You broke away from neymar and went to take a picture.
“Babe lets not….” He begged.
“Oh it’s fine, just a guy in costume.” You reassured.
“Just a guy?” Neymar asked sternly.
You tapped the Mickey costume and asked for a selfie. Mickey replied with a two thumbs up. Mickey put his arm around your waist and made a peace sign. You snapped a picture, but it was a bit blurry.
“Hey babe, can you take the picture for me?” You asked handing him your phone.
“Alright hand it over.” Neymar huffed.
“Say cheese.” He said dryly.
“Cheese!” You smiled for the camera. After you finished taking the shot you waved a bye to Mickey and made your way to Neymar.
“Don’t I look so cute?” You joked.
“Cheeky bastard.” Neymar scoffed.
“Babe, what the hell?” You raised your brow and slapped him gentler in the shoulder.
“Sorry, it’s just that Mickey was all over you.” He explained.
“You’re being overprotective Neymar, besides I’m all yours, no one else’s.”
You smirked giving him a kiss.
“I want you all to myself…… perhaps In a bed at the Cinderella suite?” Neymar said finished his kiss.
“Damn it Ney, now is not the time for screwing each other.” You laughed hysterically.
“Let’s continue on with our trip.” He smiled, grabbing your hand and walking on.
Your date did start off on the wrong foot, but you thought it was cute that Neymar was being protective. It have you the sense that he only wanted himself to have you, no one else.
As you both walked through the park you saw a couple walk past you. You and Neymar started laughing hysterically, at first it was normal, but then Neymar started having these mini snorts in between his laughs.
“Neymar!” You smirked, while gently slapping his shoulder!
The couple turned around and had a disturbed look on their face. They then walked off quickly, weirded out by you and Neymar.
“Neymar you’re making a scene.” You smirked, while biting your lip to hold back the incoming laughs.
“He’s my Mickey, she’s my Minnie?!” Neymar smiled pointing his thumb back where the couple stood.
“I know it sounds really stupid, but we need to stop.” You whined holding your stomach. It aches from all the laughing. You and Neymar had been laughing nonstop, all because you saw those stereotypical couples wearing stupid shit.
“Babe I would never make you wear shit like that.” He smiled crossing his hands.
“Alright, let’s continue on.” You sighed smiling. You grabbed Neymar’s shoulder and wrapped your arms around his waist.
“Oh shit.” Neymar cursed under his breath.
“I don’t want build….” He paused
“A snowman!!” You yelled cutting him off. You spotted the frozen gift shop and ran to view all the merchandise.
“Babe please no, not this frozen shit.” He whined, dragging his feet into the store.
“Do you wanna build a snowman?” You sang, holding out a tiny Olaf.
“Yes… Ahem.” Neymar mumbled.
“I can’t hear you babe?” You joked holing your hand to your ear.
“Let it go, let it go, something something.” Neymar laughed.
You thought he looked so cute letting out that laugh. He hated frozen, and after you made him laugh, your heart melted. You loved the sight of a blushing Neymar.
“So is this what you want?” Neymar smiled. He was holding an oversized Olaf, a Frozen graphic t-shirt, soundtrack, and dvd.
“Yes all that is much needed.” You smiled, pretending to almost faint.
After you finished buying the merchandise you headed out holding Neymar’s hand and and a bunch of frozen shopping bags in the other. Neymar was holding the oversized Olaf in the other.
“Thanks for today.” You blushed, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.
“Aww you’re so cute when you get sentimental.” Neymar said bopping your nose.
You have him a peck to the cheek. Today had been a pretty awesome date. You laughed, chatted, and managed to spend a good day with Neymar. Spending it at Disneyland was the right choice. Spending it at the place where dreams come true.
You groaned when you heard the irritating beeping of the smoke alarm blare from the other side of the wall, burying your head in annoyance at your stupid neighbor’s antics. It took you a few minutes of trying to fall back asleep despite the loud noise before you gave up and slid on a pair of shoes, grabbing your keys and walking out into the hallway to bang on your neighbor’s door. You heard the clinking of pots before the familiar lanky blonde was standing in front of you, a sheepish smile on his face as he looked back between you and the mess in his kitchen.
“Cooking again, Hemmings?” you teased, folding your arms over your chest as you raised your eyebrows at him.
Luke rubbed the back of his neck as he stepped aside to let you in, trying to hide the fact that in the last five minutes, he was secretly hoping you would come over and help him shut off his fire alarm. “All of the restaurants are closed, and I haven’t eaten in eight hours so-”
You waved him off, pulling the step stool out of his closet before climbing on top and relieving the alarm of its obnoxious outburst. “Why don’t I just teach you how to cook?” Luke pursed his lips at your suggestion, shifting his weight onto his right foot as you got down and retrieved a box of mac and cheese from his cabinet. “Let’s start with the basics.”
“I can make macaroni and cheese,” he huffed out, causing you to laugh as you started boiling the water.
“That’s not what your smoke alarm told me, Hemmings,” you joked, causing Luke to roll his eyes before he walked over next to you.
“There was barely any smoke,” he muttered, causing you to burst out laughing as Luke tried to fight the smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You’ve always wanted to learn how to play the guitar, right?”
“Yeah,” you answered with a hint of suspicion in your voice. “Why?”
“Well,” he continued, his palms resting against the counter top as he faced you. “You can teach me how to cook, and I’ll teach you how to play.”
You smiled at his offer, sticking out your hand as Luke gladly shook it, his grip lasting longer than it should’ve before a shade of red rose to his cheeks, his head dropping down to look at the floor before coughing. “Hey, Hemmings,” you spoke up, his head snapping up to meet your gaze while his eyes widened as a result of his sudden fear of you calling him out. You smirked at how nervous he was before nodding towards the steaming pot of water that had been boiling for a few minutes now. “You might want to put the noodles in so, you know, your alarm doesn’t go off again.”
Luke cracked a smile before shaking his head, bumping his hip against yours so you would move out of the way as he opened the box and poured the contents inside, missing your urgent call to remove the flavoring packet first as you both watched it plop into the water. You both stood there in silence before you burst out laughing, Luke clutching his stomach as you wiped the tears from your eyes and tried to regain control of your breathing.
“Mac and cheese one, Hemmings zero,” you laughed, causing Luke to push you playfully before grabbing a long spoon and fishing out the packet.
“I know this is cheesy,” Luke smirked as he successfully retrieved the white packet from the steaming hot pot of water, dropping it onto the counter before returning his attention to you. “But your beauty is mac-in’ me go crazy.”