forgot how colourful this movie was i had so much fun

And I Thought You Might Be Mine

*click through to read on ao3

Written by: Nai | @hiddenpolkadots
Prompt: Tol: is that my shirt?
Smol, wearing a shirt that goes down to their knees: … no
words: 2500

Bellamy is aware that living with Clarke was going to come with some challenges.

(Or, as Octavia put it, rather excitedly, “It’s going to be a total fucking shitshow, and Raven and I have a bet going on who would commit murder first.”)

But despite their friends utmost certainty that things were going to crash and burn within the first week, they’ve been happily living together for the past six months, so he made sure to tell them to suck it after they hit the two week mark, because he’s a responsible adult.

That isn’t to say that it’s a walk in the park either. He and Clarke still argue about every little thing, but that’s just how they communicate. Now they just add arguing about domestic things such as whose turn it is to do the dishes, or why hasn’t he taken out the trash yet into the mix as well. He maybe likes it a bit too much, but no one needs to know about that.

He’s also become privy to a lot more of her quirks which- he likes to think that being friends, or at least acquaintances, with Clarke for over four years meant that he knew her fairly well, but once they move in, it becomes a whole other story.

For example, he learns that despite being left handed, she brushes her hair and teeth with her right, she always has to keep a full cup of water on her bedside table at night, and she needs more pillows than necessary to sleep.

Perhaps the most interesting quirk of hers is that she’s always stealing his clothes, all the fucking time.

Keep reading

You’re Safe Here (Dean x Reader)

Requested by anon.Enjoy!

Originally posted by im-in-trbl

“What’s your ideal husband?”

“I like a man that’s a mystery, someone that doesn’t talk very much, those are the ones that are the most affectionate. I prefer to just cuddle than talk, I like a man that knows what he is doing, he is not afraid to take risks and get touchy feely. I think it’s because i’m not good with words so touching is my way of showing affection.”


“What’s your ideal wife?”

“I like a girl that’s more of an acting than talking. Someone that delicately sexy, I like a strong gaze in a woman. Someone tha'ts silently having my back and even though she will talk shit in front of me, she will cut someone that talks bad behind my back. A dynamic duo”


Getting to be with Hyuk was something that you felt blessed about experiencing. He was pretty much the man of your dreams, the chemistry you had was over flowing and everyone that watched the show could see it. From silly missions, to random actions of affection, like playing with your curly hair, to teasing the other but then hugging them cause you felt bad. It was a relationship you wish you had without having to sign a contract and cameras following you.

You were a bit sad that it was the last episode of We Got Maried, it meant that you and Hyuk would have to go your seperate ways. You would go back to your job as an actress and he would go back to singing like an angel.

“Keep them close”

“If this is a sick joke, I will beat you until you bleed”

You threatened him as he carefully covered your eyes, so he won’t ruin your eye make up. He guided you somewhere and then stopped you. You could feel the curiousity bubbling up, you were tempted to rip his hand of from your eyes to see what he was hiding, but you knew it was something he had probably worked hard for and you didn’t want to ruin it for him. So you just bit your lips and patiently waited for him to reveal his surprise.


a beautiful set of a couch and a big tv was set right in the garden, you could already recognize your favorite snacks and the fluffy blankets that were perfectly folded on the side of the couch. One of the most brightest smiles reached your lips, you even showed your teeth, you rarely did that because of your insecurity of your crooked front teeth.

“Aww Hyuk, this is beautiful”

“Come on, I picked the best movie”

He took your hand and sat next to you on the very comfortable couch. He passed you the pink blanket, knowing that it was one of your favorite colours and he kept the creme coloured on for him. You took of your shoes and put your legs up to get cozy.

“Are you ready?”


He pressed play and his song “bonnie & clyde” reached your ears, catching you off guard. You turned to look at him confused but he didn’t even turn his head towards you, so you forgot the idea about him giving you an explanation. They were clips of the show, mixed with clips form him m/v, that caught your interested but made you even more confused, you were never the patient one.

“I’m so happy you were my wife. You were a lovely partner and great company, i’ll miss your weird laugh and your savage comments. I hope my wife can be just like you, I hope I made you feel happy and was a good husband to you, cause you deserve the perfect one. You are my ideal wife”

You read this in the screen and you could already feel your heart full of love. You never knew he felt like this, your relationship was more of a goofy one, you never expected this from him. It was such a loving gesture that you appreaciated very much.

“Ahhh why you had to make me cry?”

You turned away and carefully wiped the corners of your eyes. It was the first time that someone did something so sweet for you, you didn’t reallt know how to take it or how to respond.

“I didn’t want to make you cry”

“Happy tears”

You said as you faced him again with a smile. He saw your watery eyes and he couldn’t help but feel kind of bad, even though he knew you were not hurt, but just over emotional. He just reached for your hair and pulled them away from your face and over your shoulder, he always liked how you looked without hair on your face, he wanted to see your whole face on it’s entire glory.

“I’ll miss you too”

“It was fun wasn’t it?”

“Very much…. maybe too much fun. Look at us, all sappy and shit. You already know that when this airs everyone will think were are dating”

“Probably, I don’t blame them. Who wouldn’t want to be with a woman like you?”

You giggled at his compliment. You sat inches away from him, you really did hope that you could keep him in your life, although you didn’t know if that was possible, your careers might be both on the spotlight but they were based of from very different things. You acted on impulse and gave him a hug, resting your chin on his shoulder as he slowly rubbed circles on your back, making you feel comfort and some type of affection.

“I won’t do it. I won’t do it”

You whispered to yourself, in a desperate attempt to make yourself hold back the tears from starting again. You always had that thing of avoiding to cry in front of others, it just made you feel like you were making them pity you.

“I won’t look, you’re safe here”

“Thank you for a wonderfull marriage Hyuk, I never took the chance to thank you for this”

“Don’t thank me, you deserved every piece of it”

You pulled away from him and pulled all your hair back, you never thought that coming to this would make you feel so much for a guy. He really was what you exactly wanted.

“I have a suggestion, instead of leaving the rings, we switch them. You’ll have something from me and i’ll have something from you”

You just nodded. You both took of your “wedding rings” and gave it to each other. You immediately put it on, since it fit you, but he just kept it and put it on the pocket of his flannel.

“Now we have something to keep us together”

emootakukpoplover  asked:

Do one where the reader is in too much pain from her period and Yoongi takes care of her; hot water bottles, chocolate, peanut butter, pads,/towels/tampons and is really worried about her. Thank you!

Thank you for requesting darling! It may not be exactly the same but I hope you like it 😘

Keep reading

Movie nights.

Movie nights with Harry were always the same. He would come to your house or you would go to his and he would be all excited and happy that he would spend the night with you and with a good movie as well. He was the one who had a say in which movie you would watch and you were perfectly fine with that.

On the other hand, you would always choose what snacks would keep your tummies full during the movie. Pizzas, ice cream, popcorn and other fattening items were always the first options. This made Harry feel a bit odd, because he was used to eating healthy most of the time. But with you, this was not the case.

Of course, your movie spots would be ready some time ago in order not to waste any time when the movie would start. Your spot was the same every night; on the couch, with many cushions, especially when the movie was a horror one so that you had something to shelter your eyes when a horrifying scene came up on the screen. Blankets were also surrounding you two, to protect you from the cold of the winter when it was winter. Harry would always make a cheeky remark such as “Why do yeh need this blanket? I am here to make yeh warm” or  “Isn’t my body warm enough fo’ yeh pet?”. These comments would instantly plant a smile on your face.

During your movies, Harry was the watcher and you were the sleeper. Most of the time. You hated the fact that sleep was just around the corner for you because that meant that Harry would make fun of you at least for a week. For Harry though, you being the sleeper, was something he always took advantage of. It was the perfect time to admire you. How your eyes rested perfectly closed and how your long eyelashes decorated your upper cheeks so delicately. His next stop, was your lips. He would stare at them for a good amount of time, considering every single detail; from the colour of them to how they would taste on his.

One of his favourite things to observe while you were asleep, was how your chest rose and fell, with every breath you would take. He didn’t understand why he liked it so much to see you breathe while asleep but what he came near as a reason was that it relaxed him. Your steady inhales and exhales and how tranquil you looked, made him the exact same way. Like he had no problems. Like, even if he had some problems, he would be strong enough to solve them or at least learn. In other words, you were his source of strength and he loved you for that as well.

There were a few nights when Harry would fall asleep and you would continue watching the movie. But that hardly ever happened and you were used to your movie nights being like this. As you were reminiscing you felt that this time it would be different. Heck, you didn’t even know if there would be a movie night tonight. All thanks to an argument between you two.

Casually, you were waiting for Harry to arrive to your house for your movie night. It was 11:45 by now, and Harry was never late. Especially when it came to his best friend; you.

You were beyond worried so you rang Niall. You knew that Niall and Harry were the closest out of the other lads so you thought that maybe he knew where Harry was or what had happened in general.

“Ya? Who’s this?”, Niall’s voice spoke through the speaker.

“Hello, Niall. It’s me, Y/N. Sorry if I woke you up but do you have any idea where Harry is? His phone has probably shut down and I can’t reach him. I am so worried here”. Before he had the chance to reply, a really deep voice spoke in the background. You could recognize this voice any time.

“You know what Niall? Screw it. I am sitting here, all worried and he just decides to disappear. Let him be then. Enjoy your night guys and thanks for trying to help”. You were frustrated.

“Y/N, wait, it is not wha-“. Before Niall could explain you had hung up. You felt humiliated. Betrayed either. You thought that Harry would at least call to tell you that your movie night was cancelled or something. You would be pissed because you loved your movie nights, but you would appreciate the fact that he would be straightforward with you. But this? This was ridiculous.

While you were sitting down to relax a bit, frantic knocks were directed to your door.

“Y/N, Y/N open up. Please. I need to explain to yeh”. Yeah now he wanted to explain.

You opened the door, but you didn’t let him come into your apartment. His eyes scanned your face to understand what you were feeling, and the realisation hit him hard. His eyes also fell upon your spots, which were already prepared to welcome two bodies as they were always eager to.

“I don’t want to keep you back from your lads’ night. I have to thank you though! For notifying me and for not having me worried sick! Just the fact that you thought you had your best friend waiting and you decided to let her know you would be absent, is really appreciative!”. Sarcasm was dripping with every single word you spoke. Harry’s eyes soon fell to the ground.

“I know I should’ve called yeh and notify yeh but when I went to Niall’s house, it was still early and I was positive I would make it! But the conversation just kept going and I lost track of time while he helped me solve this problem I have! Yeh have to believe me Y/N!”. He was at the verge of yelling and crying out of desperation all at once.

“And I am sure I have no idea what that problem of yours is as well! Harry I thought we were best friends. I thought I was there for you to rely on and help you through your problems! That’s what we always did remember? What changed?”, you were trying to remain calm but it was very hard.

“Y/N yeh can’t understand! I couldn’t tell yeh wha’ my problem was just yet!”. The fact that he was getting angry, pissed you off even more! You had the right to be angry not him, right?

“And what problem is so important that you can’t share it with me Harry? I don’t understand you anymore!”. That was it. You were officially pissed.

“The fact that I am in love with yeh damn it! I needed a piece of advice on how to let yeh know! There! Now yeh know!”. Whoa. Where did all of this come from? You never imagined that Harry would have such feelings for you.

“Wha- what?”, your brain suddenly forgot how to function.

“Yeh know wha’? I know yeh don’t feel the same way. That’s why I didn’t want yeh to know. Because now things will be complicated and awkward between us!”. He said broken. Before you could protest or even call after him, he was already out of your door.

Now, here you were, waiting for Harry to come to your house for your famous movie night. Since the night he confessed his love to you, you called him but he never picked up. On the third day, he decided to be courageous and talk to you. The only thing you asked him was if he would come today for a movie night. Harry’s response came out bitterly because he lost hope but he said yes nevertheless. He wanted you to be part of his life even as a friend; no matter how much this killed him.

You, though, invited him to a movie night as a camouflage. You wanted to see him. Talk to him. This was the only way.

Just then, you heard his knocks on your door. Now or never.

“Hello Harry. Come inside”, you said casually and he thought for a moment how insensitive you were. But he regretted it as soon as this thought came. What really caught him off guard though was the fact that your spots were not prepared and there were not any snacks on the table.

“Y/N where are all our movie night stuff?”, he asked worried.

“You really thought I am that heartless? You confessed your love to me and I would just invite you for a movie night? I thought you knew me better than that”, you were slightly offended but you remembered why you told him to come to your house in the first place.

“No, yeh are right love. Yeh are not heartless and I am a fool for even considering it.”. Relief washed over you that he didn’t think of you as a heartless being.

“Then why did yeh call me for pet?”. As his nicknames for you made their reappearance, you knew that this was the perfect time.

“For this”. Before he could comprehend what was happening, your lips were on top of his and you felt yourself explode. How could you be so blind to your real feelings for Harry all this time? A kiss was the perfect way to find out obviously.

Harry felt incredible. Not only was he kissing you, the girl he loved for so long, but he knew you loved him too. He could feel it from the way your whole being was responding to him.

“I think now you know the solution to your problem”, you smiled sheepishly and he touched his forehead on yours before the next words left his lips.

“I know that yeh love me. And this is the solution to me every problem baby”, he said and then kissed you again, trying not to waste any more time.

Here it is! The one shot I have been preparing! This is the longest I have ever written and I would love to hear from you guys! I really hope you like it as much as I do! Remember that you can ask me anything you want, or even message me! Happy reading!

“I just want a nap” - Tom Holland

Word count; 1292


Anon: for the promptlist you should do one with 5,6, and 25 for Tom (a challenge but so funny)

5.     “Just put some clothes on, please”

6.     “So what do you think about spidypool?”

25.   “I’m really sorry that I hit you with my car”

Masterlist | Promptlist

A/N: This was so much fun! Maybe not that good, because i have not gotten enough sleep this week at all, and i’m so tired, but i still had fun writing this! So maybe take in my sleep deprivation, when you’re reading this, just a thought. If you want to be added to the taglist, just send me a message!

For the past days, everything had been a little tense between you and Tom. You had had a minor disagreement a couple of days ago, and for some reason none of you would let it go. To be honest, you didn’t even remember what it was about, but you had just been a bit annoyed with each other.

Maybe it was just the honeymoon phase being over, and you were starting to realize that he was not perfect. It was that awkward time, where you were starting to know all about each other, but you were both still trying to be the best versions of yourselves. You knew it would only be tense, until one of you started to relax, or one of you took the conversation.

You had a movie night date, and when you were on your way home from work, you realized you didn’t really want to. You were exhausted, and you didn’t feel like staying up all night, watching movies, that you let him choose, and assured him that you liked them, when you in reality found them a bit boring.

And most of all, you just wanted to take off all of your make up, but Tom had never seen you without make up. You weren’t insecure about your looks, but you just wanted to look good around him. So you always had filled in eyebrows, a bit of concealer and maybe even just tiny bit of mascara. You kept forgetting to colour your eyebrows, so if you didn’t fill them in, they were close to invisible. You kept it natural, but you really wanted to be able to rub your eyes, without turning into a panda.

When you got into your apartment, you quickly went into bedroom, hoping to get a nap before Tom got here. As you walked through the door, you were looking at your phone, not thinking anyone would be in there.

“Hi darling” Tom said flirtatiously, making you jump a little. As you looked to the bed, you found Tom, just casually laying naked on top of your duvet. Because there was absolutely nothing weird about that.

“What the hell are you doing? You’re not supposed to be here for another 2 hours, and you’re not supposed to be naked in my apartment!” You looked at him with wide eyes. For a moment, you forgot everything trying to be perfect in his eyes. Normally you wouldn’t decline an invite for sleeping with him, but you had just set your hopes up for a nap, and no matter how great the sex was, it would never beat a nap.

“I just thought I’d surprise my girlfriend. I thought you’d like it” He said, sitting up. He was starting to look more surprised than you did.

“I just really wanted a nap! I’m so tired, and if I’m going to watch your boring movies all night, I’m going to need a fucking nap! But it was a nice thought, a bit creepy, but definitely a nice thought! And put some clothes on, please. You’re very distracting when you’re naked. ” You let your bag fall to the floor, and let out a sigh.

“You said you like the movies I picked. I get that you’re tired, but you could’ve just said so. I would’ve offered to nap with you, but if you really think tonight is going to be boring, why don’t I just leave?” He said, as he got up, and started walking around finding his clothes.

“That’s not what I meant. I’m sorry, I’m just really tired. And I honestly don’t really like surprises. I know you love surprises, but I really don’t. Especially not when I’m tired” You tried to explain, but after the words left you’re mouth, you realized you might not have made it better.

“It’s not? Because you get really honest when you’re tired. So, so far, I’ve learned that you don’t like my surprises or the movies I pick. Which I only pick, because I thought you liked them!” He said, sounding annoyed, as he started putting his clothes back on.

“You’re right! I get honest when I’m tired! And I’m so exhausted, and I really don’t want to deal with this right now! So can we… I don’t know, postpone this? Because I feel like this is going to pull up a lot of shit”

“Oh! You have more things you apparently don’t like about me? Or about our relationship? Because if you do, I would really love to hear it” He looked at you with a stern face, before pulling his shirt over his head.

“No! I’m not doing this! I’m leaving. It’s my apartment, but I’m leaving. We’re not doing this right now. I’m too tired to do this right now, so please don’t make me do this” You said, before walking out of the door. When you got down on the street, you took a deep breath of the cold November air.

You just started walking, not really sure if you were trying to clear your head or trying to get a little more energy. You heard Tom yell your name behind you, but you just kept walking. You just need a couple of minutes before you could talk to him. Due to your tiredness, you didn’t see the car, as you walked over the street, not until it hit you.

You didn’t really feel anything, but you didn’t really see anything either. You heard some dulled sounds around you, and you felt some hands touching you.

I’m really sorry that I hit you with my car!” A voice, sounding faraway said.

“She’s unconscious! Just call an ambulance!” You heard Tom’s voice yell. He was close to you. “Darling I’m so sorry. Please stay with me, please stay with me”


When you woke up, everything was bright. Your body was sore, and your throat felt dry. As your eyes adjusted to the light, you looked around the hospital room. Tom was sleeping in a chair, near your bed. His hand was still holding yours

“T-t-tom?” You voice was raw, and not very loud, but it was enough for Tom to wake up. He had been waiting for you to wake up. He looked so tense, until he looked at you

“You’re awake. Oh god, darling.” He relaxed, when he got eye contact with you. “I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. If I hadn’t. It was a stupid idea, and it was a stupid fight! I can’t believe I got offended, just because you thought the movies I pick was boring! I think they’re awful, but I thought you liked them”

“It’s okay. I just wanted a nap” As your mind got less foggy, you started to feel the pain killers the nurses had filled you with.

“You definitely got a nap. A 17 hour nap. I was so worried, and I realized that I really don’t want to lose you” He had tears in his eyes, and you knew how emotional he was in this moment, but something about the whole situation, just made you laugh.

“If we were just completely honest, this would have never happened” You laughed, and Tom couldn’t help but smile, as he realised how high you were.

“Maybe we should just start being completely honest. Instead of trying to be perfect. I know I’m not perfect” He smiled loving at you.

“Good, because there’s something I’ve been dying to ask you for a couple of months. It’s been killing me” You said, not really feeling the pain you knew you were supposed to feel.

“Go on”

“So, what do you think about Spidypool? Because I really ship it”

“Darling, this is why I love you”


Keep reading

anonymous asked:

since u cant do the smutty hcs can u do domestic marvin/whizzer hcs

i was This Close to giving in and giving yall the smutty hcs i’ve been asked for so much BUT ALAS. have your fluff, kids!!

  • whizzer and marvin literally don’t agree on any movies whatsoever. they spend so much arguing that by the time they’re done they just decide to go to bed. movie nights are only a thing when jason’s around and makes the choice.
  • whizzer likes to relentlessly tease marvin about the most mundane things, like his height or his tone of voice.
  • he’s only a few inches taller but he uses it to his advantage. he holds things just out of marvin’s reach above his head. after some struggling marvin will give up. he rolls his eyes and walks away like he’s annoyed and whizzer is like “wait wait wait!! don’t be mad, i love yoooou”. regardless of how much this has happened it still goes down the same way.
  • whizzer stole a sponge from marvin as he was washing up after dinner.
    marvin: come on, whizzer! just give it back
    whizzer, mocking: give it back
    marvin, disgruntled and walking away: FINE. keep it
    whizzer: noooo, come back!
    marvin, waving over his shoulder: if you wanted to do the dishes so bad, you could’ve just asked.
  • if you don’t think they stick their tongues out at each other like little kids then you’re wrong. 
  • their decor is mostly comprised of whizzer’s pictures and a furniture that displays their joint love for colour. some of it clashes horrendously but they love it. they redecorated together when marvin moved in. they were in gym clothes. marvin’s were garish while whizzer’s were plain white–uncharacteristically boring.
  • whizzer ends up with blue smeared on his face and mouth. he tries his luck and wipes a handful of red paint on marvin’s face.
    whizzer: hey maaaarv, let’s make purple
    marvin: why have you opened the red paint? we needed that for tomorrow; close it before it goes weird and crusty.
    whizzer: trina was right. you are a romantic.
  • marvin isn’t actually oblivious, it’s just hilarious to see whizzer’s reactions when his poor flirting doesn’t go down well. he’s used to succeeding because, despite his terrible pickup lines, his pretty face always wins.
  • they later decided to play racquetball together at whizzer’s insistence that it would be fun (and that it is totally a couple’s thing, god marvin).
  • whizzer had been playing it for years so he knew that he could definitely beat marvin. marvin obviously catches on but is actually willing to practise instead of getting mad.
  • whizzer is the worst at night. he takes up so much bed space. at the start of the night they’re both lying comfortably together but by morning whizzer’s spidery limbs are somehow spread out over marvin and the whole bed. marvin wakes up sweaty and gross because of it yet whizzer is the one who complains. 
  • whizzer also has a tendency to sleeptalk and when he does it’s the most nonsensical thing. marvin tried to have a conversation with him once and it was ridiculous. marvin often asks him what he was dreaming about but whizzer claims that he didn’t have any dreams that night. he’s convinced that he doesn’t actually sleeptalk and that marvin is making it up.
  • although whizzer is the pesky sleeper, he still claims that marvin is the worst sleep partner because he drools some nights. marvin is offended and they literally get into a competition about who is the better sleeper which leads to charlotte and cordelia telling them to shut up because they’re trying to sleep.
  • whizzer gets infuriated at marvin because he doesn’t know how to tidy up after himself. he leaves so many glasses of water on their bedside locker and he never puts the kitchen utensils back where they were. 
  • marvin once left the freezer open and the drawers froze over. whizzer made marvin spend at least an hour chipping the ice away. 
  • you think him not hanging up his coat is the worst? you have no idea.
  • whizzer: marvin, why is there a pile of trash on the dining table?
    marvin: that’s my clean laundry
    whizzer, to the pile: i’m sorry
    marvin, laughing and hitting whizzer’s arm: HEY
  • whizzer and marvin could never agree to the layout of their apartment. eventually, whizzer acquiesced to marvin’s requests. however, whizzer was left home alone and decided to change the position of everything slightly. this would’ve been fine if marvin hadn’t returned home only to find himself running into all the furniture.
  • marvin tried to do the laundry once and ended up turning all the whites pink because he forgot to separate his red shorts. whizzer’s racquetball clothes were never the same. the problem was they had racquetball later that day and whizzer didn’t have any other suitable clothes. good thing he pulls off pink ridiculously well.
  • they have competitions about competition shows. when all the contestants enter they each try to predict who will win. they almost never get it right but jason is incredible at it.
  • whizzer: i bet her meringue is utter shit
    marvin: your meringue is utter shit
    whizzer: did i ASK
  • whizzer is the type of person to sing into a hairbrush when he thinks he’s alone only to be caught in the middle of his own personal ballad. marvin is more of a shower singer and whizzer always calls him out on it, but does he stop? no.
  • whizzer and marvin are Not down with the kids. they think they are but they are Wrong.
  • marvin: this song is OFF
    jason: it’s “goes off”
    whizzer: no, it’s on
    jason: i want to go home
  • they are the definition of a Wine Couple. honestly, picture marvin sat with a book in one hand and a glass of wine in the other as whizzer leans against him sipping from his own glass. 
  • whizzer attempted to look like a wine connoisseur and tried to circle the wine in his glass but he just spilt it all over his shirt. marvin side eyed him from his book and just went back to sipping and reading while whizzer frantically tried to grab a wet cloth to stop his shirt being stained.

hope those were ok!!<3

Coffee date

Note: I know it has been a while since I put some writing out here. I’ve been busy with work and didn’t have that much of inspiration going on :/. So this is the first thing I’ve finished in a while. Thanks to the lovely @lovingstyles87 for editing it 😘

I’m also working on a rebloggable masterlist, so that’s coming soon:) Like always reblog and like or come and talk, it is very much appreciated 💕 

Harry looked at his phone for the sixth time in four minutes. In his jeans and white t-shirt and big white sunglasses on his head, he blended into the scenery of the people in the cafè. Some people were chatting to a friend, others drank coffee and a few hid behind sunglasses in the almost bright spring morning

In his mind, it felt like he was dressed in neon colours because people in the cafè and passersby looked at him. He was sitting alone and people noticed that. This was going to be his second date with y/n and he couldn’t have been more excited.

Y/n hadn’t arrived yet. As he scanned for her short form, dark brown hair and her trade-mark Chelsea boots, she was nowhere to be seen, as some people walked into the cafè.

He checked his phone again. No message. Sure he was early, but the waiting was nerve wrecking. Taking the last sip of his black coffee his gaze landed on a old lady struggling with her grocery bag. A tap on his shoulder brought him back to the reality of him waiting for y/n.

To his surprise the lovely girl that tapped his shoulder was y/n. He stood up from his chair and they hugged each other.

“Hi Harry” y/n smiled at at him.

“Hi, how are you?” He stumbled on his words a little bit. His cheeks were getting red and hot. The only thing on his mind was how this girl could get his heartbeat racing.

“I’m good, thank you. How are you doing?” She asked when she sat down. “I’m doing great, let’s order some drinks and food shall we” and he gave one of the menus to y/n.

Harry’s mind was all over the place. He was sweating. Fidgeting. Y/n made him nervous. Not in a bad way, it felt nice.

He already knew that y/o was beautiful .. very beautiful. Her eyes that would light up when he told a corny joke, her smile, those little freckles on her cheeks.

“I just don’t ordinarily do this,” he says. “Going out, I mean. Dating. It’s one of those things you see on the telly or movies and something goes wrong. Never really occurred to me that it was a thing people actually did. I don’t date that much, not at all really.”

He frowns and takes a nervous sip of his coffee. “God, that makes me sound like a bit of a loser, doesn’t it?

“No,” she says, “I understand what you mean. Dating is weird and awkward sometimes. let’s just agree that this is hanging out, maybe it’ll take some of the nerves away” She smiled and looked down at the menu.

“Hello, my name is Daniel and I’ll be the waiter for this table. Can I help you two out yet?” a slightly older man kindly smiled at Harry and y/n. Harry took a quick glance at the menu and told Daniel that he wanted a carrot cake and a black coffee.

“Have you made up your mind yet y/n?” Harry looked over to her. “Hmmm… I think I have. But it all sounds and looks really delicious. I’m taking the New York cheesecake and a caffè latte please.” She gave the menu back to Daniel.

“How have you been Harry? The last time we saw each other was before your tour. Was it as exciting as you thought it was going to be?” She smiled and looked directly into his eyes.


He kind of forgot she looked people in their eyes while talking. Even though he liked her eyes, he now understood why people get a bit nervous from people (himself) doing that.

“It was amazing. Honestly I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun. The fans all over the world were amazing. They sang every song, made signs and it looked like they had fun. And I heard stories from fans that they met friends because of me and the other guys. So if that’s the case than I did my job. I also had some time to spend time with family and friends. It’s always nice when I get that chance,” he said.

She gave him a smile and nodded a few times while he told some very touching stories, and she laughed with him when he told her about the funniest moments during his time on tour.

Harry noticed that y/n let him be himself and let him open up. Sure he knew he wasn’t always very talkative, but with the right people he could talk for hours and hours.

“Okay.. enough about me. What have you done the last couple of months?” He said, while taking a bite from his carrot cake. Munching on his cake he listened to y/n explaining what she had done.

“The last time we met I was working at Starbucks and I didn’t really like it. Didn’t feel comfortable there. But I found a job that suited me more. So I applied. I didn’t hear anything for a while.. I figured that meant I wasn’t the one getting the job.’’

‘’But a few weeks ago they called me back, saying they found my application back and they wanted to plan a meeting,” and y/n took a bite from her cheesecake, and started talking again. Until she realized she was talking with her mouth full, and he probably couldn’t understand a single word.

Harry didn’t really mind it. She looked cute while eating and talking about something she loved. Y/n seemed very happy about getting that meeting.

“Sorry,” y/n swallowed her bite of cheesecake. “I have a habit of talking with food in my mouth,” she spoke while taking a sip from her lattè and then continued with her story.

“I end up at the building where the meeting was held. So far everything was just going fine.. the secretary brought me up to the room. But we were running a bit late, and we started to run. And before I entered the room one of my heels broke. I tried to hold on to the wall or so I thought and it ended up being the door to the room where the meeting was. “

Harry was trying his best to contain his laughter. But failed miserably.

“Yeah.. yeah. You just laugh Harold. I ended up laying there on the ground with three people looking at me with their faces full of shock. Long story short.. I got the accountancy job. Now that’s how this girl got the job.”

Y/n smiled and took a few sips of her drink and ate her cheesecake.

“That.. is definitely how you manage to get a job. Just fall on the ground and make an impression,” he smiled.



Harry we need you at the studio for a few final checks. Can you get here in 30 min?


Yes, sure.

“They want or need you back?,” y/n looked at Harry’s phone. Trying to sound as casual as she could giving him a weak smile. She was having fun, but like the last time his job took time away from their dates.

“Yeah, Jeff just texted me. They need me back in the studio. I’m sorry” he responded. Knowing all too well this was the second time that his job cut their “date” short.

Daniel once more made his way over to their table. “Can I get you anything else?”

“Just the check please,” Harry answered.

They had to wait for a few seconds before Daniel returned with the check. “Let me pay,” y/n told Harry.

“Uuh, no? I’m paying” Harry shook his head and went to grab for the check. Before the check was abruptly taken away taken away from his hands.

“Like I said Harry, let me pay. You already paid the last time. Next round is on you”  and y/n winked at him. They both smiled at each other. After y/n paid the bill both of them stood up and put on their coats.

Walking to the entrance of the cafè, y/n made a stumble and fell on the ground.

“Ugh.. “ she sighed. Trying to get back on her feet.

“Don’t mind me. That’s how I usually make an impression,” and she laughed it off.

Harry helped her get back on her feet.

“I missed you falling for me the last time,” and gave a cheeky grin. Harry and y/n hugged each other and both went their own ways.

When y/n walked away, she turned around “Maybe the next time we see each other you will fall for me. How about that? Have a nice day”  and she waved Harry goodbye.

All that was going through Harry’s mind while he was walking to his car, was that he was already falling for her. 

He would show her on their next coffee date.

Thank you for reading! <3 I will try to get another one finished probably this week! there will be some smut in that one ;’)

Matchmaker (Sam Drake x Reader)

This little thingy just popped into my head and I decided to write it. I’m working on Facing the Past too, don’t worry ;)

Also I’m writing this on mobile, so sorry if it’s shittier than usual lol

Part 2


A few days ago Elena had ask you over the phone if you could babysit Cassie, because she wanted to go out for dinner with Nate. You said yes, that little 4 year old was your weekly source of happiness. You came over once a week for a visit, to chat with your old friend Elena, and while you talked, Cassie would always play nearby, and waited for you to go join her.

She always asked her parents when would you come over again, because she really liked you, you were very kind and funny and she thought that you were pretty too, and she always said that when she grew up, she wants to be like you. She would always ask for your opinion if she got a new dress or a pair of shoes, and when she found out what was your favourite colour, suddenly it was her favourite too.

You thought that it was incredibly cute, and you felt flattered that she loved you this much, that practically she thought of you as a role model.

But you weren’t the only one she looked up to. She would always point to a picture on the wall, where she was with her uncle, Nate’s older brother, Sam. Both of them were having huge smiles on their faces, Cassie sitting on Sam’s lap and they were eating ice cream. You’ve actually never met him before, because he was travelling a lot with Sully, but every time you looked at that picture you couldn’t help the smile that always form on your lips.

That picture practically radiated happiness, with cute Cassie and that handsome uncle of hers, and remembering how she always talked about him, saying how great he was, it really started to bother you that you never had the chance to meet him.

When you knocked on the door, you heard a squeal from inside and you grinned widely. Suddenly the door opened with a giggling Cassie behind it.

“Y/N!” - she threw out her arms and you bent down to pick her up.

“Hey princess, how are you?” you asked as you kissed her cheek.

“Can we watch The little mermaid, please!” - she pleaded as she tugged at a lock of your hair playfully.

“Again?! You’ve seen that movie like 50 times already!” - you heard Nate say as he walked out of the kitchen to greet you.

He leaned over and you kissed each other on the cheek, then he ruffled his daughter’s hair.

“Of course we can watch it, then we can watch Beauty and the Beast, we can even have a Disney Marathon if you want.” - you suggested.

“Yay!” she squeled and buried her face in your neck as she hugged you.

You laughed along with Nate, then you noticed as Elena came down the stairs.

You let out an impressed whistle when you noticed her elegant blue dress and her make up.

“Oh hello there.” - Nate purred as she walked over.

Elena and you giggled and you greeted each other with a hug and with a kiss on the cheek too.

“Mommy you look like a princess!” - Cassie exclaimed happily.

“Thank you, sweetie.” - Elena poked her nose then looked at you. - “Okay the fridge is full, you two can eat anything you want, but Cassie, you have to be good for Y/N okay, do everything she says.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I mean it’s not like I haven’t babysit her before… ”

Cassie nodded.

“We’re a good team!” - she said confidently and you held up your hand for her for a high five.

She slapped your palm with hers louldly and the four of you laughed.

“Okay, well then have fun!” - said Nate as he and Elena gave a kiss to Cassie and they left you in the house.

“Okay, wanna eat first or we should start with the movie?” - you asked her as you put her down and you threw your bag in a nearby chair.


You let out a gasp and you put your hand on your chest dramatically.

“Girl, you sure you can’t read minds?”

Cassie laughed out loud and followed you into the kitchen to grab some food for the movie.

Soon, you were both snuggled up in the couch, with a big bowl of ice cream and two spoons. You both would sing along to the songs and sometimes you would say the dialogues to each other giggling when one of you messed up.

When the third Disney movie was on, you felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier, and soon you fall asleep.

Sam wanted to surprise his brother, sister in law and niece by visiting them. Him and Sully weren’t supposed to come home for another two weeks, but the job went smoother than expected and now he was on his way to his brother’s house.

Well, it was a little after 9 pm so it’s really gonna be a surprise visit. He tought that maybe he should go to a hotel first, and visit in the morning, but decided against it. After all, Nate had given him a key to the house so he could go there anytime he wanted.

So with that thought he walked up to the house, opened the door and went in.

It was pretty quiet and dark inside. He found it strange, usually both Nate and Elena were still up at this time, and sometimes Cassie too.

When he walked further inside, he noticed that the tv was on, it was the only thing that made noise or gave light. He looked around but didn’t see anyone.

‘Hmm, maybe they forgot to turn it off?’ - he thought and smiled when he noticed that it was the Lion King.

He started to walk towards the couch, and when he went around it to sit down he jumped a little when he saw two figures sleeping on it. Both of them were laying on their sides. He recognised Cassie but didn’t recognise the woman behind her. One of her arms was around Cassie, and Cassie was holding into her hand in her sleep.

Sam caught himself smiling at the sight and he sat down in the armchair, his gaze flicking from the movie to the sleeping figures, then back again constantly.

When his focus was on the movie he heard a gasp and his head snapped to the couch. He saw as Cassie was looking at him with wide eyes. He grinned at her and when he saw that she was about to squeal at him as she usually did when they meet, he put his forefinger on his lips to stop her.

He stood up and walked quietly in front of the couch and kneeled down. Cassie reached out her hands and he leaned over her to give her a hug.

“Hey, Princess.” - he wishpered and heard her giggle.

“Uncle Sammy! I didn’t know you were coming home!” - she whispered back as they let go of each other.

“I wanted to surprise you.” - he smiled at her. - “Where are you parents?”

“They went out for dinner.”

Sam nodded then looked at you.

“And who is she?”

Cassie looked at you too then turned back to Sam with a big smile.

“Oh! She’s Y/N, mommy’s friend and mine too, she’s so funny and smart and kind and she’s so prettyyy!” - she rambled and Sam chuckled at her.

“Oh really?” - he noticed that you were ptetty that’s for sure. - “Tell me more about her.”

And so she began telling her uncle how she met you and what things you do when you two are together.

Sam felt himself smiling as his niece practically praised you, and his eyes constantly travelled to you. It was nice hearing how good you are with Cassie and seeing her happy made him happy too.

When he noticed that Cassie started to talk slower and her eyes shutting for a few seconds every now and then he told her to go back to sleep. She practically fell asleep on command he caressed her hair with a smile.

You jolted awake when you heard loud giggling.

You sat up on the couch and turned your head towards the kitchen. You saw Cassie sitting at the table and another figure was making pancakes. You narrowed your eyes and they instantly widened when you recognied the man from the picture.

Handsome Sam.

Both of them looked at you when they saw as your head popped out from behind the couch.

Messy hair, sleepy face, confused eyes.

And Sam felt himself grinning.

He held up a plate of pancakes for you.

“Want some?”


Lol it’s 11:16 PM and i feel like its shit but i wrote it now so… Did you like it?

100 WAYS TO SAY “I LOVE YOU” | 64 + 89

Originally posted by j-miki

Pairing: Mark x reader

Genre: Fluff, drabble

Word Count: 1579

100 ways to say “i love you” ➞ 64. “It’s two sugars, right?” + 89. “I noticed.”

A/N: Wow this did not go as planned lol brain wyd

Keep reading

Hack Job: Why Were Hacker Movies Ever A Thing?

Lately i’ve been thinking about that weird and almost completely failed subgenre of movie that attempted to light up the LCD screens of our hearts, but instead faded like a broken computer screen: the hacker film. Now, I could ask what good the sub-genre has ever done for us, but the answer to that is clear and just a few inches above this block of text. The genre birthed this iconic Matthew Lillard role from the movie Hackers, in which he plays a (wait for it!) hacker named…erm…Cereal Killer. Because….he likes Cereal? Sure, lets go with that! He’s a character described by June Diane Raphael on an episode of the podcast How Did This Get Made? as “Disgusting”, and she is not completely wrong. He is disgusting, bizarre and the strangest character Lillard has played, and i’m including Shaggy in the live action Scooby Doo films. He’s a character that must be experienced, and once experienced, never forgotten. I mean - you’ve seen what he fucking looks like. 

But my point remains: outside of Cereal Killer (I am bolding his name because he is an Important Man), the genre has offered up very little to the world. I admittedly know nothing at all about hacking, and I don’t care at all about Hacking, like, i’d presume, 90% of people currently residing here on earth. But I cannot imagine that people who love Hacking (or Hacker Fuckers, if you will) queuing up to see Hackers, a film that thinks this is what the internet looks like:

Now, i’m no city-slickin’ mouse-clickin’ hacker, but I don’t think that’s what the internet looks like. I could be wrong, and character actor Fisher Stevens (I was about to write “beloved” character actor, but then I remembered Short Circuit) could be skating through a flashing pillar of internet right now. It’s a cool thought! Hackers came along in 1995, when future optimism was higher than it had been in years, as everyone believed the tech-bubble would never burst (spoiler alert: it did!) and that the new millennium would bring a world of positive changes and possibilities. The poor, innocent souls of 1995 could never have possibly imagined the true horrors waiting for them on the other side of the millennium…

But before Fred Durst became a thing in a hat that you had to look at, technology was booming, affordable and exciting. You got transparent Macs that allowed you to see through into the mechanical nonsense inside it. The new fangled e-mail gave us (I don’t know why i’m saying “us”. I was 3 years old in 1995. Babies don’t get emails) all the opportunity to open your email and then close it again as many times as you liked! So this is what producers saw when they started making movies like Hackers. They put their strongest marketing minds together and came up with “People got computers now. Make comPUTER FILM!”. Those wild bastards actually went and did it! And weirdly, Hackers was kinda ahead of its time. It might’ve been wildly inaccurate in almost every possible way, but it paved the way for a wave of (well, like 3) films. The Matrix wouldn’t be released for another 4 years, and Swordfish a further 2. If it did incite a trend, it was the only trend started by Director Iain Softley, his later film K-Pax tragically failing to kick start a new genre of films in which Kevin Spacey eats bananas with their skins still on.

Good stuff! Hackers does feel like a film that is unsure of whether it’s trying to replicate fads or start them off. I mean, characters rollerblade everywhere for no apparent reason in the film. That might be something Hackers do? I’ve never seen Mr Robot, so I cannot categorically say that Rami Malek doesn’t rollerblade his way around town like a Starlight Express extra who really hates computers. But I doubt it. So with the rollerblading, and the way….ughCereal Killer dresses, it seems like the film is offering you up its own funky ideas that you could follow on from if you want to get murdered on the streets. Did its aesthetic style have influence? Was the game Jet Set Radio from 2000 and its rollerblading theme influenced at all by Hackers? Did Eminem see Johnny Lee Miller’s bleached blonde hair in the film (quick deeply important side note: his character is named Dade. DADE.) and think “huh. that would really compliment my insufferable personality!”? We’ll never know. The film is a weird exercise in style and trends, and the soundtrack, crammed with The Prodidgy and Underworld, is proof that at least the soundtrack department had its finger on the pulse. And, it could be argued that the film’s costume department at least came up with some creative cyber-punk clothing, and were bold enough to make Penn Jillette look like this:

The thing is, I liked the weirdness of it all, I like this misfires in capturing modern life, and inaccuracy doesn’t bother me really if a film is fun enough. I’m not a stickler for realism. I didn’t sit down to Face/Off and complain that it’s totally unbelievable that John Travolta is a human person. That’s not the issue. The issue, really is that with all the giant screen Playstations, pounding trance tracks and references to Coca Cola (weird, I thought Mountain Dew would be the Hacker’s choice), the film is in troubled water because of the fact that Hacking is unbelievably, deeply fucking boring. It is not interesting in seeing someone go clickety clack on a keyboard and make occasional faces to indicate that “oh no! the mainframe is busting my chops!” or “Huzzah! I clicked the mouse really fast just now!”.

Thankfully, the film has some fairly decent editing which intersperses the clickety-clacking with some long exposure, sped up shots of New York City just in case you forgot it was the 90′s. The fact that they need to cut away to exciting, zooming shots that have nothing to do with anything highlights the fact that the Director and Editor knew exactly what i’m talking about: HACKING IS FUCKING BORING (if you’re a hacker reading this, please don’t hack me). And they’ve built an entire film around it! A whole nonsensical plot which involves (as far as i can remember) big ships and evil corporations that want to sink the big ships is built on Hacking. Thank god this film is so wildly ridiculous, which keeps it from being entirely boring. It’s smart in that it knows to not make the film actually about hacking, but then you kind of ask yourself the question: why is this film about Hacking at all? Why is it called Hackers? Maybe a better name would’ve been ‘Bladin’ Teenz’, as an ode to their endless rollerblading. It’s a fun film, but a dumb film and proof that films entirely about hacking cannot really work.

The Matrix was a wise film. Exploiting that hip, late-90s techno excitement that everyone was buzzing over, it featured a hacker at its centre who really doesn’t do much hacking at all. In fact, Morpheus might as well have said “You Hack? Dude fucking grow up. Come on, i’ll make you a treat”. Sure, you’ve got the iconic green gibberish that turns up on the computers and would inspire a million shitty screensavers, but again the hacking is intercut with other action going on in the film. You have characters typing away and yelling shit like “I’m nearly in!” or “i’m not nearly in!” or “I am unsure of whether I am, in fact, in, nearly in, or not nearly in!”. But that is manageable and minimal, and in the end there’s so much more to remember about The Matrix that I don’t think anyone, when asked what it’s about, would say “Oh it’s about Keanu Reeves hacking on his dell”. It understood this caveat, and created its own style which would influence every single music video ever produced over the next 5 years.

These are screenshots from the video for Don’t Wanna Let You Go by 5ive, a very bad UK Boy-band that had 4 singers and 1 rapper, all of whom it’s safe to assume have passed away. 

The Matrix had the style, and the smarts to sidestep bland hacking scenes. You know what film doesn’t understand that hacking is boring? Fucking Swordfish.

Fucking Swordfish. A film so aesthetically ugly and repulsive in every way that it does the unthinkable and makes you hate Hugh Jackman. But it commits the biggest sin of all by giving John Travolta a teeny tiny beard - a decision which we still feel the fallout from today, whenever a new red carpet photo arrises of John’s new chin abomination. 

Looking like a cup of concentrated Michael Bay piss, the film leans heavily into stylishness - or lack thereof. Hugh Jackman is basically…sighDADE in the movie, and Travolta is regularly outfitted with funny sunglasses. It borrows a lot from Hackers, but while that had a naive, 1995 goofy charm, Swordfish is an aggressively stupid and oblivious movie, that gives us a LOT of Hacking. Like…so much Hacking. The Most Hacking. Oh, The Fucking Hacking. Its a reminder of just how boring Hackers or The Matrix could’ve been if they’d fallen into the wrong hands, and a big, horribly colour-corrected reminder that films about hacking really aren’t the best. Instead of cutaways of cityscapes, Swordfish tries to build the tension during one hacking scene in the grossest way possible: by having Hugh Jackman’s character receive forced fellatio while he works, and while John Travolta smiles. It doesn’t make a boring scene exciting, it makes a boring scene fucking disgusting (the movie’s grossness doesn’t stop there. Halle Berry was heavily pushed into taking her top off in the movie, and promised extra money if she did it.). The Hackers method of randomised cutaways feels a million miles away during these scenes, and you will be willing to pay any earthly sum to make the scene unfolding in front of you stop. Maybe that’s how hackers should make their money from here on in: stop hacking, and just start blackmailing people by forcing them to watch Swordfish. Fucking Swordfish.

The movie was also a bit of a death knell for a subgenre that never really took off. People realised “Oh, this is dull and crap to watch!” when it came to hacking, and technology moved on rapidly that there was a lot more to do with it than watch some guy slapping the keys of his iMac. I find it a really interesting subgenre to look back at, because i’m a huge fan of outdated technologies, fashion styles, turn of the millennium culture, and really quite poor films (besides The Matrix which holds up nicely). Hollywood has tried to make a manner of subjects interesting. Stock markets. Fishing. White people who buy zoos. Some work, some don’t, and it’s all about the way the subject is handled. Because of their reliance on technology, these hacking films feel so dated that maybe Hollywood doesn’t want to risk dipping its toes back into the cyberwaters again. I kind of hope they don’t, because I would literally rather never see a film again than have to even know that a film about Anonymous is being made. I don’t want an ‘edgy’ modern movie that’s made for Banksy to watch while he plunges his hands down his pants and goes to town. I want silly old Cereal Killer and towers of nonsense computer language dammit! I want rollerblading, coke-drinking cyberpunks! Oh well. Whatever happens to the genre, at the very least, we’ll always have Dade and The Gang….

Betting on you; Part four

Originally posted by nochuie

Group member: BTS Jungkook

Genre/ AU: Fluff, romance, angst, high school au

Summary: Four weeks was what Jungkook would get to make a girl fall for him. One week to get familiar. Three weeks to be with her. Until the bubble burst and it was all back to nothing.

Author’s note: It has come~!!! The last part :D I hope you’ll enjoy~

Week four

☑ Otters sleep while holding hands so they don’t float away

☑ Cow have best friends

☑ Rats giggle when you tickle them, but it’s too high pitched for us to hear without equipment

☑ Baby puffins are called pufflings

☑ When male puppies play with female puppies they intentionally let the female puppy win

☑ Worms communicate by snuggling

Scrolling through the list of facts he smiled as he remembered every single reaction of her. It had been four weeks since the bet started and Jungkook knew the last day of them hanging out together would be today. Today he would ask her out and tomorrow he would dump her. He would never hang out with the ones he dumped after just because it would be too much drama and he did not want that.

“Did you know? Did you know? Did you know?” Jungkook kept repeating in different ways as to rehearse for the final one. Walking along the river in the park he looked around and smiled while picking up a pebble. “This one should do.”

Making his way to the cinema he smiled in triumph when he didn’t spot her yet. He wouldn’t be gentleman like to make the girl wait after all but most times than not was she earlier than him. Jungkook learned that the girl hated to be late, even if it was just a few minutes. Very uptight, he noted.

When the girl arrived he instantly walked up to her and showed her the tickets with a smirk.

“Now you can’t pay anymore,” Jungkook said with a grin but the girl only smiled.

“Then I’ll pay for the snacks!” She retorted making him frown.

“Fine…” he answered but smiled at her.

They opted for a big box of popcorn, sweet and salt mixed while taking frozen Coca Cola and Fanta as drinks. You could refill so why not.

During the movie he couldn’t help but chuckle silently as she squealed and gasped here and there. The movie was action packed and it made them jump out of their seats sometimes and whisper to each other to comment on high tech weapons and funny scenes.

“Thank you, Kookie,” the girl said with a smile as they were walking out and took off, strolling along the quiet streets. They had just finished the movie and with their stomachs content with popcorn and their refill of frozen drinks it was enough for the night. Even though it was very late, the lanterns illuminated their path towards her home. She had insisted on walking alone home but he wouldn’t be a gentleman if he didn’t.

“For what?” Jungkook asked absentmindedly and squeezed her hand before pulling her just a bit closer to himself, shielding her from the cold gust of wind. It probably wasn’t necessary because she never forgot the essentials; scarf, gloves and cap.

“Thank you for remembering my favourite coffee and colour and all the random stuff, thank you for taking me out to dinner, doing fun things with me. Thank you for looking at me. Thank you for making me smile. Thank you for being with me.”

Come to think of it, this was the first time he asked her why she always thanked her. His expression stayed frozen in bewilderment. Those genuine smiles, the giggles. They were all real. And so was the sadness in her eyes. The conviction that no one would’ve done what he did in a genuine act, only when it was for a stupid bet. He understood now. It was the glint of feeling like she wasn’t good enough for anyone, didn’t deserve anything. The glint of extreme self conscience and low self esteem. And his further actions would only proof it was true.

His hand twitched and found the peddle in his pocket. This was the time to ask her out before there was a possibility that she would say no to him. He had gotten a bad feeling already, a feeling like she was talking as if their time together was ending.

“Even though it was a bet, everything you did was real. So thank you for these past few weeks.”

Jungkook couldn’t hide the surprise he felt, his feet planted on the ground, his eyes widening and his mouth agape. No girl had ever noticed let alone tell him right in his face. It felt somehow intimidating, but he regained his posture and cleared his throat. The boy didn’t even notice that they had stopped in front of her house.

“Is this the moment you ask me out?” She asked quietly. The question would have sounded rather cocky, but her soft and careful voice along with her look Jungkook already knew it was a genuine question of curiosity and nothing more.

The hold on the pebble loosened in his pocket and he nodded.

“Would you say yes if I asked you? Will you go out with me?”

“Why not? We had a good time. So yes, Kookie. Yes, I’d love to,” the girl said with a smile as if she was reminiscing about the last four weeks. Her answer somehow sounded like an evaluation of how he did, if he had made her happy or not.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The sudden words of goodbye caught him off guard and he could only mutter a little goodbye while he watched her walk to the door, unlock it and close it behind her when she entered. Standing in the cold he decided to start walking his way home.

What just happened? He couldn’t wrap his fingers around it exactly. She knew about the bet and still accepted him?

The walk had felt surprisingly short as Jungkook was still deep in thought. He figured that the girl felt like she was using him as well by prolonging their time together. He couldn’t feel bitter about it though since he started it.

Before he had realised, he was staring at the ceiling as Jungkook laid in his bed thinking about tomorrow. Tomorrow he would break up with her. He should’ve been relieved, happy even by the fact that everything was in the open. She knew about the bet and didn’t make a fuss so she would also know about the breakup that would follow. The girl wouldn’t bother him anymore after like so many girls had done because they wanted something serious with him or they were simply too selfish and wanted the guy for their own.

Without reason he fell asleep with his shoulders not lighter but with a heavy heart instead.

The day came too soon and lunch even sooner for Jungkook. He felt just weird to dump someone who already knew it was going to happen.

Walking casually, passing by tables, he sat down on the familiar spot and smiled up at her silently, his eyes barely lifting from the floor. Was a greeting appropriate now when all he wanted to say was; ‘this is the moment I’ll dump you.’ It sounded cruel, yes, but so was this situation no matter in what way you looked at it.

“It’s over,” Jungkook said softly and looked at her for the first time that day. They stayed silent and looked at each other what felt like so long but it soon got interrupted when she blinked and glanced away. The girl nodded at his words and smiled at him once again.

“I know,” she replied and he could see the glint of sadness again. The girl chuckled in hopes to lighten the mood before she spoke up again. “Don’t worry, I deleted your phone number and such so I can’t contact you even if I wanted to!”

“Yeah, that’d be a bother. Thanks,” Jungkook chuckled along nervously before silence enveloped them.

During the lunch period he had stayed with her, eaten with her in the surprisingly comfortable silence, just bathing in the familiar bubble that they created when they were together. Because it would burst after and when it dissolved it won’t ever come back.

A ring of the bell and a short goodbye was all it took for it to end. It was abrupt just as fast the decision of his friends made him go to her.

Standing up, the loud sound made him look down and he found his phone on the floor as it had fallen out of his pocket. Picking it up he picked up the other small object that had dropped as well. Examining the pebble he put it back in his pocket and looked at his phone screen to look at the time. His eyes moved just a bit lower to read the note he had saved.

☐ Penguins only have one mate and they ‘propose’ by giving them a pebble

To Love And To Cherish ( Thomas Jefferson x Reader )


Summary: (Y/N) is walking down the aisle, as she remembers her favourite memories with Thomas.

Au: modern

Warnings: A few curse words, macaroni cheese ( if that’s even a warning? ), slight angst near the end

Word count: 1,387

a/n: It’s day 6? Of @hamwriters Write-A-Thonnnn! It’s nearly over, damn that was quick., I’m a quite late on posting. The prompt for day 6 was to write for someone you’ve never written for before. I actually wanted to write for Daveed, but I sort of already write for him in my ‘A Lovely Situation’ series. So, enjoy this Thomas Jefferson fic. :)


You just couldn’t believe it. After 4 years of dating, you were about to be married to Thomas Jefferson. Your best friend. Your soulmate. Your other half. The love of your life. You remembered the first time you met him.

Your teacher was pairing everybody up for a project.

“Hamilton and Laurens, Lafayette and Mulligan and lastly, (Y/L/N) and Jefferson.

There was a lot of muttering as everyone that had been paired up walked over to each other. You were about to get up and go over to Thomas Jefferson but before you knew it, he had already made his way to you.

"Hey. I’m Thomas. Thomas Jefferson.” He said as he raised out his hand to shake yours. You shook his hand and started to blush.

“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

It was the best moment of your life. If your teacher had never pair you both together, you wouldn’t be here, walking down the aisle. You remembered the first time he asked you out.

“I just think it’s overrated!” Your roommate Alex shouted.

You were a college student studying for your exams that were very close and determined your life. 'You were’ is the key phrase. Now, you were having a silly feud with Alex about macaroni cheese. He started it as he pointed out that macaroni cheese tastes horrible.

“What! It’s underrated! It’s macaroni! It’s cheese!” You snapped back.

“It’s bullshit!” He told you. “Hey, have you seen my scarf? I’m late for a date with John.”

You picked up his green and black scarf that was laying on your bed and handed it to him before shouting “Macaroni Cheese is the BEST!” You didn’t really care that the door to your dorm was open. Oh well.

That was until a tall man appeared at the entrance of your room. Shit. You knew who this was. Curly hair that bounced his shoulders, a distinctive handsome face and his favourite magenta sweater. It was Thomas Jefferson. You had likes him as soon as you laid eyes on him. He was extremely clever and was in all of your classes. Thomas would normally sit behind you, and whenever you gazed back, you found him already looking at you.

“Eugh. Alexander Hamilton. Is it you that said you don’t like-oh hello.” Thomas turned to you with a sheepish smile on his face as his hands started to rub his neck, which you noticed was a huge habit of his.

“Hey.” You said quietly with a smile on your face.

“Okay. This is. Weird. I’m gonna go meet John. Have fun with the worst person on earth (Y/N)!” Alex ran out of the room to avoid getting a comeback from Thomas.

But Thomas wasn’t thinking about anything like that. He was thinking about how cute you looked in your comfortable F/C sweater and black leggings, with your hair loose, flowing around your shoulders.

“So….You like macaroni cheese?” Thomas asked.

“Yeah I love it! I just think that it’s insane that Alex doesn’t.” You replied as your hands fidgeted nervously.

“Well then, how bout you and me go eat some macaroni cheese at my favourite restaurant?” He said with a cocky smile.

“Very forward, Thomas, but I’m in. Just wait a sec.” You went into the bathroom looking for something to wear.

“Good. Oh you don’t need something else to wear. You already look cute.” he called out, as if he knew what you were doing.

What? Did. Did Thomas just call me cute? You thought. You went out of the bathroom smiling as he took your hand in his. Your grin widened at the small gesture. Although you thought he was quite forward, you liked it, as it was about time. You felt like it would be forever till Thomas asked you out.

You remembered the lazy nights in his college dorm, watching movies, eating popcorn and cuddling in his bed. There was one of those lazy nights you remembered in particular.

“You comfortable baby?” Thomas whispered as his grip around you tightened. You nodded and kissed his cheek gently.

You were both on his bed cuddling whilst watching a Disney movie marathon. It was one of your favourite things to do with Thomas, and eating macaroni cheese was the other favourite thing to do.

“Hey baby.” He sat up slowly. His eyebrows were furrowed. You could tell that he had been doing some thinking.

“Yes?” You replied as a confused look struck your face.

“Af-After we graduate. I..” He stopped mid sentence, rubbing his neck.

You pulled his arms down and held his hands tightly.

“You can tell me anything. I love you.” You told him.

A warm smile appeared on his face as he continued to speak. “I was thinking if we should. You know. Get an apartment together.”

You were speechless.

“I love you. And whenever I think of my future, I always see you in it. I don’t want you to go any where. Live with me.”

His speech brought tears of happiness to your eyes as he held you in a tight embrace.

After graduation, you and Thomas ended up moving to Virginia and settling down in your new apartment. He started working as a lawyer and you worked as a teacher in an elementary school.

Thomas loved taking care of you when you were sick or hurt. Spending time with you was the thing he loved to do most. So he decided to pop the question. That was one of the best memories.

You were in a fancy restaurant, you were wearing a long silver dress with a slit on the side, along with a pair of silver heels. Thomas on the other hand was wearing a magenta tuxedo. God. He looked so good in magenta. You admitted it was a silly colour yes, but no body can pull it of like Thomas. He loosened his tie a bit.

“What’s wrong? You do that when your nervous.” You asked him.

“Look behind you.” He replied.

You looked behind you. To your surprise there was nothing interesting there. Thomas had just tricked you. You turned your head back and realised the music stopped. Everyone in the restaurant stopped talking. Thomas was knelt down in front of you. Holding an open velvet box with a beautiful diamond ring on it.

You covered your mouth with your hands in shock as he started speaking.

“(Y/N). I love you. I truly do. Words can not describe how much I love you. It’s impossible. And I love you too much that it would be a crime if I didn’t do this right now. You have made me a better person, in fact, you continue to make me a better person. You make me feel complete. You make me feel that nothing in the world matters, because you’re here. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) will you make me the happiest man alive by marrying me?”

You squealed and pulled him up, cupped your hands on his face and kissed him. After a moment, you separated from him.

“A million times. YES!”

Sure, there were some bumps on the road.

It was your 3 years anniversary and you had prepared a lovely meal for you and Thomas. But the problem was that he didn’t bother showing up. You waited there for a few hours. Not daring to touch the food. Eventually, you sighed and put it all in the fridge before making your way to the bedroom.

You lied down as your heard the front door open. After a while, Thomas snuck into the bed and wrapped his arms around you. You flinched and pulled away from him.

“Baby? (Y/N) what’s wrong?” He asked.

“It’s our 3 years anniversary today. You didn’t come home and eat the meal I spent all day making.” You said in a monotone voice.

“What? Oh my god. I’m so sorry! I forgot. Shit. Baby. I’m so sorry what can I do for you to forgive me?”

“Sleep on the couch.” You said before closing your eyes and going to sleep.

But those bumps is what led you to this aisle. In the middle of your friends and family. Your dad walking you down this very aisle that will lead you to happiness and love, forever.

anonymous asked:

Hello my sin friend, can i ask for a svt reaction when he is in a tour And u call him, but in the middle of the call u say another name like "Simon" or something like that, so he is angry And start to think u are cheating, but in the end u only adopted a cat. Thanks, Sorry my awful english, Hope u understand!!

Hello, Evil Empress of Sin here! Don’t worry, I understand! Your English is good! So I chose a Korean name for the cat because Simon the Cat is a YouTube series, so writing the name as Simon made me laugh really hard. I hope that’s okay! Thank you for your request! 

“The acting in this is faker than Jihoon’s hair colour,” Jeonghan sighed, flopping back against the pillow where Seungcheol was already dozing off. The members all collectively tensed, eyes wandering over to where Jihoon was perched in the desk chair looking at his Instagram.

“Do you wanna die tonight?” Jihoon asked softly, not even looking up.

“My feet are killing me so I wouldn’t mind it too much,” Jeonghan answered snippily, popping a jellybean into his mouth without a care in the world.

They continued ‘watching’ the movie, half of them on their phones by this point when a loud buzz vibrated on the bed between Hansol and Chan. Hansol leapt to his feet, careful not to step on Mingyu on the way down. “Excuse me, excuse me,” he rambled as he jumped and tripped his way over the stack of boys on the hotel floor.

“What’s your big hurry?” Soonyoung mumbled through a mouthful of peanuts, looking back at the television.

“Y/N is calling me!” Hansol exclaimed, throwing open the connecting door that led to his and Seungkwan’s room.

“Dude, it can wait! We can’t rewind on this TV!”

“Y/N’s been busy all week and hasn’t called me once, I need to go talk for a little bi- heeey, babe!”

Soonyoung rolled his eyes as Hansol disappeared into the other room. “They’re gonna sext.”

“you’re so gross, Soonyoung,” Wonwoo muttered, scandalised.

Soonyoung shook his head. “Nah, they gonna sext.”

“Hansol!” Y/N exclaimed, “Oh my goodness, I’m sorry I haven’t talked to you much. It’s just been so busy over here.”

Hansol closed the door softly behind him, just in case Seungkwan was in bed. He and Seokmin had been in there earlier, but noticing the silence, he guessed they went off in search of a vending machine.

“Oh, no, it’s totally okay!” he answered sincerely. “I get it. We’ve been promoting a ton too over here, so we’re all sorta just done.”

“I’m sorry, Honey,” Y/N sighed. “I heard you and Jisoo on the radio yesterday. I meant to text, but I was busy.”

Hansol flopped down on his bed, noticing all the Starburst wrappers Seokmin forgot to pick up. “It’s okay, I promise! What’s been keeping you so busy?”

“Oh, just little things. Cleaning up my apartment’s been a hassle the past few days. Also, I’m getting a new couch.”

Hansol frowned. “Why? I like your couch.”

“I know, but it’s just kinda old, I guess.”

Hansol was still frowning, but he nodded. “I guess I understand.” Plucking up a pink Starburst, he continued on more brightly, “So aside from busy stuff, have you done anything fun?”

There was lots of shuffling on the other line. Hansol guessed Y/N was getting into bed or changing into a sweatshirt or something. “Um… no, not anything too special.” More shuffling. “I just ate dinner.”

Hansol smiled. “What did you have? We found a cool sushi place by the hotel. The owner’s daughter knew us so he gave us free ice cream.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet!” Lots of shuffling and a slight grunt. “Just ramen. I didn’t have time to cook much, so we- I! I- I decided to just stay in and watch a movie.”

At that, Hansol perked up a little. “Did your friends come over to watch with you?”

“No, they were busy tonight. I just wanted to be by myself.” There was a small grunt again, sounding something between a laugh and annoyance, and then much more shuffling.

Hansol laughed slightly, more in confusion than anything else. Something was not right in how his partner was talking to him, and it was worrying him a bit. “What are you doing over there? It sounds like you’re doing gymnastics, Babe.”

Y/N laughed easily. “No, I promise I’m not, I’m just kinda-,” The phone was jerked away, and a slight, “No, let g-!” was heard before it was returned. Y/N’s voice came back far too loud, “Sorry, I’m just antsy right now.”

Hansol was sitting up now. “Is someone with you right now? Because if I’m being honest, I’m actually kinda worried right now. Tell me the truth, is something up?”

Just as he said this, the hotel door clicked open. He glanced over to see Seungkwan and Seokmin entering with Cokes and potato chips, but he ignored them when they waved.

“No, Hansol, I promise there isn’t, I just-,” Y/N actually yelped, and Hansol was on his feet in an instant. Seungkwan and Seokmin noticed and stared at him, their expressions obviously questioning him.

“Y/N, what the hell is going on?” he demanded, worry and aggravation written plainly on his face and edging in his voice.

“Hansol, I,” Y/N faltered, sounding ready to spill everything when they exclaimed, “I gotta go.”

“Y/N, wait-,”

“I gotta go.”

The phone was yanked from Y/N’s mouth, and just before hanging up, Hansol heard loud and clear, “Ji-Eun Seongsaengnim, you need to knock it the hell off-,” before the call ended angrily.

Hansol just stood there, feeling like a total idiot, and without saying anything just let the phone fall to the bed.

“Hansol-ah…?” Seungkwan started. He and Seokmin watched him carefully; his back was to them, but they could see the tenseness in his arms and shoulders. “Hansol, what happened?”

Hansol turned around, his brows furrowed so tightly that they looked ready to burst. “I… I don’t know yet,” he mumbled. Seeing their confusion, he said slowly, “Y/N doesn’t sound well. Something was wrong. I think someone was in the apartment, but when I asked, Y/N kept telling me ‘no’. Then right before hanging up, he/she yelled at someone. Do we know a Ji-Eun?”

Seungkwan and Seokmin stared at one another, their brows now knit similarly. “No,” Seungkwan said, immediate accusation flooding his features.

Seokmin coughed. “But Y/N doesn’t lie like that, Hansol,” he said comfortingly, setting his Coke down so he could sit. “You don’t really think there’s cheating or something, do you?”

Hansol was still frozen, brows still knit. “I really don’t know.”

His friends were quiet for awhile. Finally, Seungkwan murmured, “I’m sorry, Hansol.”

“We’ll be going home soon,” Seokmin added kindly. “You can talk about it then, right?”

Hansol smiled, just enough to upturn the corners of his mouth, but his brow didn’t loosen. “Yeah. I hope so.”

Seventeen returned to Seoul the next week just as the sun was setting. The members were all exhausted and Chan had to be carried from the van upstairs by a very disgruntled Seungcheol.

As they all moved their luggage upstairs, Hansol hurried over to Seokmin. “I’m running to Y/N’s place, okay? I already got permission from the manager.”

Seokmin nodded with an encouraging smile. “I hope it goes well, okay?”

Hansol smiled. “Thanks, man.”

Turning the corner from the dorms, Hansol ran all six blocks to the apartment despite how tired he was; he had been worried sick since the day of the phone call, and the worry had only increased with each passing day. He had tried hard not to think about it, he really had, but so many concerns plagued him. Hansol knew it had always been hard on you with him always being gone. Time together was near impossible with his schedule, and even when you could see each other, it had to remain hidden so the public- mostly his fans- would not lash out at either of you. Hansol almost tried to convince himself that cheating would be okay under those circumstances, but he knew that it really was not; if you could not handle the lack of company, he would just hope for you to break up with him. He would understand why you were struggling and not be nearly as sad as if you were actually with somebody else, something he knew his heart could never handle.

All these thoughts swarming around his head with each step, Hansol practically sprinted up the steps to the gate of your apartment. Pressing the buzzer for number 12, your apartment, he stood frantically tapping his hand against the side of his thigh, awaiting your answer. Soon enough, a crackle fizzed through the speaker, and he stood petrified as you spoke, “Hello?”

Hansol almost broke the button as he held down to speak. “Y/N? It’s Hansol- er, yeah, me. I’m home. Can I please come up?”

There was a moment of silence. Then the intercom crackled to life. “I- of course! Yes, that’s fine! Come on up!”

The door unlocked, and Hansol tore through it, pounding up the stairs to the thirds floor since the elevator was too slow. Reaching your door, he pounded down hard with his fist, still bouncing on his heels with nervousness. Then the door clicked open.

You popped your head out, trying to keep your apartment hidden. You smiled brightly quite aware of your flushed cheeks and messy hair. “Hansol! I didn’t expect you tonight!” You stepped out, throwing your arms around his neck in a tight hug. He hugged you back, but you could feel how tense he was, and it put you on edge. You pulled away, slightly confused. “Are you okay? I’ve missed you!”

Scratching the back of his neck uneasily, Hansol smiled. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine, I missed you too. Just- could I come in real quick? I swear I won’t stay long, I just have to talk to you real quick.”

At that, you froze. You motioned feebly at the door as if you’d never seen it before. “In there?”

At that, Hansol looked thoroughly distraught. “Uh… yeah. In your apartment.”

You peeked behind you pathetically, taking a deep sigh before stepping aside to let him in. He stepped inside and took off his shoes, but you could see his eyes carefully scanning everything. He took a few steps in, taking far too long to glance over your kitchen counter.

“Hansol?” You stepped in after him, not sure what to do with yourself. “What’s wrong? You’ve been acting funny since you got here.”

Hansol turned and looked at you, and he looked ready to vomit. “Can we please sit down?”

“Um, sure.” You led him into your small living room, to the new sky blue couch you just moved in. You could see his dark hazel eyes staring at it before sitting down.

“Oh my gosh, could you just please tell me what’s wrong?”

Hansol looked up at you, that weird look still on his face. “I, um… I… ugh.” Pulling you down next to him, he said slowly, carefully, “Something is wrong. Or at least I think so. Last week when you called me, you literally sputtered and couldn’t talk the whole time, and then you kept saying how ‘busy’ you’ve been, but you couldn’t tell me with what, and then you even mentioned someone’s name. A guy’s name, and um, and…” His eyes scanned the living room desperately, falling on the couch you both were sitting on. “And this!” he cried suddenly, causing you to jump. “This couch! You got it because the other one was too old, which is understandable, but… it was the way you said it. And you hung up on me.” Seeing the total alarm in your eyes, he sighed and hung his head. “Look,” he said, “I just need to know if something is wrong, mostly between us, because I feel like for some reason all that stuff you were mumbling about has to do with me. And I get that I’m basically the world’s worst boyfriend, because I’m never here for you, but if you’re unhappy then you have to tell me. I can’t just sit here and guess how you feel. And also, I don’t know who that guy is you were yelling at, but if you’re into having him around then we need to break up right now, because I refuse to be cheated on no matter how bad of a partner I might be, okay?”

At that, you could feel fear, sadness, and laughter building up inside you, and in a shaking voice you said softly, “Um… you’re not wrong, but you’re not right either.”

Seeing the total alarm on his face, you actually laughed slightly. “I wasn’t planning on telling you this early, mostly because he’s not being good these days, but I have a surprise for you. Come with me!”

You stood up quickly, grabbing his hands and ignoring his confusion, and dragged him down your small hallway to your closed bedroom door. Turning the knob excitedly, you threw open the door and tugged him in, watching as his face went from confused to very confused to sudden shock, then total joy. The small gray munchkin cat curled up on your bed looked up from his sleep softly, his round eyes locking with Hansol’s equally round ones immediately.

Hansol looked at you, his eyes watering and mouth wide open, then back at the cat, then back at you at a complete loss at what to do with himself. You just giggled, relief finally washing over you that he was not angry anymore. “Surprise!” you sang in a small voice, waving jazz hands feebly.

Without even waiting for you to say anything else, Hansol practically threw himself onto the bed to pet him. “This is the surprise? Oh my god, where did you get him?”

You sat next to him as he let the cat lick his finger in total awe. “I got him at a pet store,” you said wide-eyed, like it was a big secret. He almost rolled his eyes at you, but was too pleased by the cat to do so. “His name is Ji-Eun, and he belongs to the both of us. I know you miss your cat back home, so I figured Ji-Eun would be nice. And honestly, he’s nice company to me for when you can’t visit. He’s bad though; he shredded up the old couch entirely, so I had to get a new one and get him a scratching post.” You motioned to the corner where you had kept it. Hansol didn’t look though, he now had Ji-Eun buried in his jacket and looked like he was ready to cry. You put a hand on his shoulder, preparing to speak again, when he cut you off with a soft kiss.

He pulled away slowly, watching the blush spread over your cheeks, and he said immediately, “Y/N, I can’t say sorry enough. I accused you of cheating on me when you were trying to hide a gift to me, and I…” His head hung, and you could see him searching for words, something comforting to say, but you just rested your head on his shoulder.

“I can understand why you would think that,” you laughed with embarrassment. “I wasn’t good at hiding it at all. I mean, Ji-Eun clawed my leg when I was on the phone with you and I about screamed.”

Hansol bolted straight up, eying you in shock, like he put something together inside his head. He swallowed. “He did?”

You leaned over to roll up your jeans, revealing the bottom of five long red streaks on your calf. Hansol gulped again.

“I thought, that, um, I thought someone was tou-,”

“No, no, but I can understand! I’m sorry about that. And it’s true, I’m lonely when you’re not here. I needed someone with me. But it would never be another man, and I can swear to God on that.” You lifted his chin to look you in the eyes. “I love you, Hansol. Even if it’s hard, please don’t doubt that, and I promise I’ll never doubt you, okay?”

Hansol smiled softly, his eyes watering slightly in the corners. He started to laugh a little bit, something he always did when he was trying to overcome any sad feelings, to cheer himself up, and he pulled you into a hug. “I feel so silly now… You were having an affair with a tiny cat.”

You laughed at him, hugging him tighter, reaching up to wipe his tears with your fingers, making him laugh in turn.

You both sat there, petting your new family member, and even if Ji-Eun was just a cat, he was a promise between the two of you to not doubt again. 

Seungkwan and Seokmin were sitting in the kitchen, distracted by their worry about Hansol when a Snapchat rolled in. Seungkwan pulled out his phone lazily, opening it. His eyes lit up.



“Hansol is a dad!”

Seokmin dropped his water all down his shirt and he almost slipped running over, the need to vomit, scream, cry, and swear like a sailor mixing together inside his head when Seungkwan shoved the phone in his face. On the screen was Hansol, a tiny gray cat latched to his face by its sharp baby claws and him simultaneously screaming and dabbing with #1 Dad stickers everywhere.

When Hansol returned that night, the other ten were cleaning the dorm, which confused him since they had not been around long enough to make a mess. Nobody told him that when Seungkwan screamed, “Hansol is a dad!” as loud as he could, they all collectively dropped, ripped, crushed, or snapped whatever they were doing. They were even more concerned by the deep red claw marks all over his face as well. It was a night of surprises, indeed.

Pack Mom - Part 24

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Originally posted by agsztrashbouquet

A/N// This Series Is Coming To An End Now. Only A Few More Parts Coming Up. I Hope You Enjoy This Part.

@allthingsteenwolf20  @living-life-great 

After all the stress of buying all our outfits for the wedding, I thought we would have a mini shopping trip to get a few things for the wedding, which were all the smaller stuff such as the Jenga blocks, jars, sweets and stuff for the table, then just chill out for the rest of the day having a little movie day with Derek and Liam as Lydia offered to have Talia for the day.

It was around 10:12 in the morning and Derek and Liam were still fast asleep, So I kept Talia as quiet as I could. Letting her play with toys and giving her lots of cuddles. Lydia said that she would pick Talia up at around 11 so I made sure that she had a little bath, which she loves so much. It causes her to laugh and splash around a lot, bring a huge smile on her face which was so heart warming. I made sure she was fed. Giving her a bath before I fed her was a bad idea because she got her food all around her mouth, and her hands. Thank god for baby wipes.

It was around 10:50 when Derek came strolling into the living room, wearing his grey sweat pants with a plain black t-shirt. When Talia saw him she lifted her arms up to him making grabby hands at him.

“Daddy,” She said snuggling it him as Derek rocked her side to side, he sat beside me placing Talia onto her knee as he kissed me. 

“Morning,” He smiled showing his pearly white teeth. 

“Good morning, Liam still asleep?” I questioned him as I tickled Talia making sure she wouldn’t get bored.

“Yeah,” He nodded lifting Talia up into the air tickling her and bring her down, then kissing her cheek which caused her to giggle and squeal in delight, causing us both to smile in joy as her laugh was music to our ears. 

It wasn’t long until the loft door slid open and the clicking of heels could be heard. Talia turned her head to see her Aunt Lydia walking towards her. She kicked her little legs to get loose of Derek and running to Lydia as fast as her little legs could carry her. 

“Is some one excited for their day out?” Lydia cooed picking her up, sitting her on her hip and placing her a kiss on to her cheek leaving a little lipstick mark.

“I have put everything you will need for her in her bag.If there is happens just ring us,” I informed Lydia handing her the bag and kissing Talia on the cheek.

“I think we’ll be okay. Won’t we sweetheart,” Lydia cooed tickling her tummy. We said our goodbyes and Lydia left with Talia to have some fun. 

After around 30 minutes of Derek and I chilling out, cuddling on the sofa while we caught up with our TV series, Liam came strolling in with a blue fluffy blanket wrapped around him. 

“Morning sweetie. Did you have a good sleep?” I asked him as he sat next to me and I wrapped my arm around his shoulder as he snuggled into me.

“Yeah I did thank you,” He smiled up at me. 

“What do you say that before going shopping, that we go McDonald’s to get something to eat? I know breakfast has ended but we still can get something,” I asked both of the boys who nodded almost instantly. 

“Go and get dressed then and we can go, then when we get back we can have a little movie day when we haven’t got a very loud 1-year-old.” I laughed nudging Liam to get up. He did as he was told leaving his blanket behind and went to his bedroom. I quickly folded the blanket and lay it on the back of the sofa, then Derek and I put on our black leather jackets. I grabbed my handbag making sure I had my phone and purse, then waited near the loft door for Liam. 

It didn’t take long until the young beta came walking through the living room wearing some dark blue skinny jeans, and a Blink 182 t-shirt, which was one of his favourite bands. 

“Wanna listen to them in the car?” I asked pointing to his shirt and a big grin formed on his face as he nodded.

“Yes please!” He exclaimed pulling my hand to hurry out of the loft and down to the car, I threw Derek the keys so was able to lock up, as I followed Liam and getting into the car. I connected my phone to the car and finding the correct playlist. 

“Play it, Mom! Play it!” Liam said leaning forward between the 2 front seats. 

“Hey, seat belt on please,” I told him pointing to the belt as he did as he was told. “We have to wait for Derek to start the car up before I start to play it. He has the keys,” I carried on to inform him as he sighed leaning his head back. 

Derek soon joined us and started the car and we all started singing to Blink 182. It was fun for Derek and me because when we were younger Derek surprised me with tickets to go and see them, which was an incredible night. Now I get to share my love of the band with Liam. Singing all together was perfect. Even when we got lunch we still tried our best to sing through each bite. 

Sadly we had to stop all the singing as we had just pulled up in targets car park. We all got out as Derek grabbed a cart and we all went into Target.

“So what we getting?” Derek asked pushing the cart. I pulled out my phone from my hand bag and opening it up to my notes, where I made my makeshift shopping list.

“Jars, Sharpies, candy, candy and stuff for our movie day, Jenga blocks and I want to see if they sell black boards and Polaroid cameras,” I informed Derek looking at all the shelves to see if anything caught my eye.

After raiding the candy aisle we ended up getting a range of different items such as; M&Ms, Starbursts, skittles, smarties, Dots, gummy bears, gummy worms and more. That was just for our movie day today. For the wedding, we got lots of red candy and tried to get them in the shape of hearts. 

After that cart was nearly overflowing with candy we went to the stationery aisle grabbing a few black sharpies and 2 white pens that can write on the black boards. Then we moved to the toy aisle to see if they sold Jenga blocks, luckily they did. I grabbed two boxes and add them to the cart. 

We did get jars and a black board then asked one of the employees if they sold Polaroid cameras, we crossed our fingers hoping for a positive answer. 

“Yes we do, there this way,” The employee told us, I breathed a sigh of relief and followed to see a mini section with a range of different coloured Polaroid cameras.

“Thank you,” Derek said shaking the man’s hands, we both decided to look at the colours we should get. 

“I think you will need this mom,” Liam told me, as he patted my shoulder to get my attention. I turned around to see him holding a box of film for the camera. I smiled at him and took the box from him.

“Thank you, sweetie. We definitely need them,” I said putting them into the cart as Derek added in a blue and a pink Polaroid cameras. 

“Okay, the last thing I think we should get pins so everyone can pin their picture to the board,” I informed them both as we headed back the stationary aisle and grabbed a box of multicoloured pins. 

When we finished getting everything and after I checked I had everything on my list, we headed to the checkout but Liam stopped in his tracks.

“We forgot the popcorn. It can’t be a movie day without popcorn,” Liam said trying to be serious but began to laugh. I giggled and shook my head at how cute he was.

“You go and get some and meet us back here,” I told him as we got to the checkout. Liam nodded and ran to get his popcorn, quickly coming back with salted and buttered popcorn as we were just paying. We checked them out adding them to the bags, heading back to the car to carry on with out own Blink 182 concert.

When we got home we put everything away then put some of the candy in bowls as well as the popcorn and put them on to the bowls. We also all got into our comfy clothes and all joined in the living room to get the movie day started. 

Batman Vs Superman was the first film we watched. We all sat on the sofa, I was snuggled up to Derek as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder as he had the bowl of popcorn in his lap. I had Liam on lap, he was wrapped up his the blue fluffy blanket that he had left on the sofa, as he rested his head on my chest. 

2 movies, 3 bowls of popcorn, and 2 bowls of candy later we were all still resting on the sofa all in the same position, but I was now sharing the blanket with Liam as I was getting slightly cold. 

“You excited for the wedding baby?” I asked Liam as Derek got up to put on another movie on. Stand By Me to be specific. 

“Yeah,” He said simply.

“That didn’t sound convincing, what’s up?” I asked getting him to look at me.

“What’s wrong pup?” Derek questioned sitting back down putting his hand on Liam’s shoulder.

“Nothing it’s stupid,” Liam told us turning away as I could see his blue eyes tear up a bit. 

“Sweetie, what’s wrong? You can tell us,” I asked him as I cupped his cheek getting him to face us again, as I used the pad of my thumb to wipe his tears away that had escaped. 

“It’s just, I don’t want anything to change after the wedding,” Liam informed us. Derek and I looked at each other in confusion. 

“What do you mean pup?” Derek asked.

“I love you two so much, I thought I would never get mom and dad that would look after me and care for me. But you two have. Even though I’m so much trouble, getting kicked out of school, getting into fights, struggling to control my shirt. You both never gave up on me. I know I’m 15 but I still need you both and I don’t want anything to change,” Liam admitted getting teary letting a few more tears fall down his cheeks. I pulled Liam into a big hug wrapping my arms around him, as he wrapped his arms around my neck resting his head on my shoulder, crying a little bit. 

“Liam, hun. Nothing will change, Derek and I are always here for you. The wedding is just making our family official, makes us all a Hale. We’re all strong. Please never think that you are trouble because you not at all. We took you in because we wanted to help you, something your mom and dad didn’t do. Scott biting you didn’t help with your IED, which made it harder for you to control your shift but look at you know. You can get through a full moon without shifting. The time you had a fight at school, you’re kept you wolf at bay. We’re both so proud of you Liam. So no matter how old you are, we’re here to help you. Nothing will ever change. I promise” I reassured him making him cry even more from the sweet words. He hugged me tighter as I placed my hand on his back rubbing small circles as I rocked slightly.

“Liam, your mom’s right. Nothing will change and we as a family are just going to get stronger. And I agree, I’m so proud of you. You’ve come so far. From the day were Stiles could just say something and we had to hold you back because you wanted to rip his throat out, to now where you can control your wolf and not shift. I’m proud to call you my son,” Derek comforted him with his hand on his shoulder. Liam turned to him and engulfed Derek in a big hug.

“Th-thank you,” Liam cried as we all had a mini family hug.

This wedding meant that our family would be sealed. That we will be stronger in our own way. No matter was the future holds, the Hales will come out fighting. Derek and I will be there for each of our kids and our pack, supporting, caring, looking after and having a good time with each and every one of them. Nothing will ever change.

Chapter Eighty-Nine

A/N: Sorry it’s so late!! I totally forgot it was Wednesday and then I just realised and was like “ahhh i need to update!!” 

Anyway, I hope you enjoy xx

Emmy entered the hallway and was greeted by an array of noises – there was the sound of something frying in a pan in the kitchen, there was the crackle of the radio, and then there was Harry’s voice singing along with it. Finally, the sweetest sound of all met her ears

Grace was giggling at Harry’s rapping.

Emmy’s heart melted, and she smiled at the sound. Grace’s laughter was high and delighted, and then it stopped as Harry spoke to her.

“Are you laughing at my singing?” he teased, and Grace giggled again, so Emmy guessed he was tickling her. “Are you? I’ll have you know I sing very well.” As though to emphasise, he started singing along to the Ed Sheeran song that had just started playing.

Keep reading

Wrong Number


Author Ladyoftheteaandblood

Fluffy oneshot Tom and OC

I can’t tell you how annoying it is to have to change your bloody mobile phone number. All the texting people with 

“Hi it’s Megan, this is my new number” and the texts back

 “Who?” All the explaining and shit, as to the why, you did it.
Anyway it’s done now and the reason I had to do it, may just have fallen off a cliff!
What I wasn’t prepared for was weird texts from unknown person, which started the day after I got it.
“Hi so bloody bored can I come home now?”
I ignored the first one and let it pass; some poor sod texting away had hit a wrong number. Two hours later the next one came in,
“Shit, if I’m asked one more time how a guy from England can play a guy from  America, I will have to kill someone, somebody please ask me something new”
Again I ignored it, strange person would work it out when they had no reply. Five hours later and late at night
“Hey you ignoring me, have I upset you?”
This time I felt I should answer it seemed mean not to,
“Hi you are texting the wrong number, I have no idea who you are” send
“OK what did I do this time” came the reply

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

I've been having a bad day and I need something to cheer me up. Do you have anything? -Flower Bee 🐝

Aww I’m sorry you’re had a bad day Hun! I can sure try!

Why today? Of all days? Why? Wednesday, the middle of the week, it was a struggle. Your t-shirt got caught in the door at school. Your hair wasn’t cooperating. You forgot you had a test, and was so unprepared for it. Your lunch got smooshed in your backpack, and best of all it started raining on your way home. You dropped your keys at least a million time while trying to unlock the door, finally in, you dropped your backpack and stood in the front of the doorway. 

“Mon amour!-” Laf started to walk towards you. 

“Today sucked!” you kicked your backpack, it barely moved, filled with all your textbooks.

“Oh, no, how can I help?” he paused, giving you a pouty look that mimicked yours. 

“I dunno,” you threw your arms up, letting them fall against your sides, “ace my test I forgot about, make my hair look nice, make it not have rained on my way home….,” you paused to sniffle, “and un-smoosh my lunch.”

“Un-smoosh your lunch?” A smile spread across Laf’s face, he attempted not to laugh as you were genuinely sad about the lunch situation.

“Yeah, it got, smashed, ya know, when I set it down…” you sighed, looking up at him, “I just want today to be over.”

“How about a bath, some dinner and we watch Netflix in bed?” Laf brought his arms around you, pulling you into a warm hug, your arms just dangled as he swayed side to side a little.

“I like the sound of that,” you mumbled into his chest. 

Laf drew a relaxing bath for you, filled with your favourite bath bomb. The bathroom smelled wonderful, filled with bubbly scents, and the water looked mesmerizing as you stepped in it. Laf knelt down next to the tub, talking to you calmly while you swished your hands around in the colourful water. He finally got you to smile a bit, though he didn’t fail to notice how genuinely tired you were. He left you, only to grab a super soft towel, once you were done with the bath. Wrapping you up in it, he carried you, bridal style to the bedroom. 

“What do you want for dinner, my love?” he asked kissing the side of your neck. 

“Maybe just a PB & J,” you rubbed your eyes, sleepily, “I know how childish.”

“None of that, a PB & J sandwich, coming right up,” he kissed you before leaving you to head to the kitchen.

You slowly and lazily toddled over to your dresser, pulling out Laf’s t-shirt you always stole, and your favourite pair of pajama shorts. Getting dressed you crawled under the covers on your side of the bed. Laf was soon to return with a lovely glass plate, PB & J in the middle of it, he handed it to you dramatically. Setting up Netflix for you, he said he’d be right back after getting ready for bed himself. 

You nibbled on the sandwich, propping up so you could watch the movie a little better and not get too many crumbs in the bed. When Laf returned, you looked so cute, sandwich in hand, attention full force on the movie playing, it was lighthearted and fun. Laf slipped into bed next to you, you instantly cuddled up against him, finishing your “dinner.” Resting your head against his shoulder, he rubbed your back gently with his hand. Suddenly the movie didn’t have as much of an affect of you. Laf was there, he was now your focus. 

Somehow he just made the worst day every into a happy ending. Not once complaining or talking about himself. He cared so much for you, even though you wondered why. He just wanted to see you smile, even on the bad days. He knew it was tough, and he didn’t want you to repress emotions, he just wanted you to know that it was going to be okay and he was here for you. 

Drifting farther into a sleepy state, you became very clingy, practically draping yourself over him. Laf chuckled to himself, hearing you softly snore. Turning the volume down a bit and the lights off, he tucked you both under the covers. Leaving you on top of him, he kissed the top of your head, happy that you were getting some rest. 

“Goodnight, mon amour, sleep well,” he whispered, closing his eyes.


A Vasquez/Lena fic that got out of hand. Feat. nb!Vasquez.

Also on AO3.


Vasquez rides a motorbike. It’s an Iron 883, with a throaty roar that any DEO agent hears it rolling into the underground carpark knows by heart. When the Harley grumbles, Vasquez is near. So when a beautiful black Ferrari Spider pulls up outside the city base at eight am sharp, spilling Vas out onto the curb with a cheery wave to the driver, it raises some eyebrows.

Keep reading

What Next? (Katlaska) - Jem

AN: I started this oneshot on Valentine’s Day and totally forgot to finish it until recently. This is for the anon who requested tooth-rottingly sweet Katlaska.

Summary: Alaska has a huge crush on her coworker Katya, so her and her friends devise a plan to leave candy hearts for her every day leading up to V day. Little does she know Katya hates Valentine’s Day

Keep reading