genuinely this is all about how small he is

“You could have anyone” - Bruce Wayne x Chubby!Reader

Annnnnnnd I’m back with a new story after almost a week off (and evidently  I forgot how to fucking write…meh). I hope you guys will like it, as usual, feedbacks and such are welcome :-) : 

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You’re still unsure how you got the job. 

Someone like you, so unfashionable and plain (with quite a bit of extra pounds on…) shouldn’t be the famous Bruce Wayne’s assistant. 

Sometimes, when he received important and rich people in his office, you were almost ashamed to show them the way…Not ashamed of yourself. Not at all. To be honest, you had been teased on your weight and such enough in school to not care anymore. 

No, you weren’t ashamed of yourself in front of such fancy people…you were ashamed for Mr. Wayne. 

How could he let someone like you be the first thing his clients and partners would see ? Surely, it gave them the wrong idea about the man, like he wasn’t classy enough or something, if his assistant was…You. 

Or maybe he chose you because he thought people would think he was nice to give you such a great job, you, a nobody from the Narrows, the poor little orphan. Maybe they thought he was charitable to give you, a bland and simple person, a taste of the lavish and fancy lifestyle they all lived ?

You didn’t really know how it happened. But one thing for sure…you were definitely his assistant. 

Little did you know that, on the day he gave you the job interview, you made quite an impression on him. 


Two years ago : 

Stress. You were nothing but stress. It was your fourth interview of the week to get a new job, and definitely the one you were the most stressed about. I mean, so far, you had an interview to work in a supermarket, two to work in a fast-food, and one to be a waitress in a shitty diner…Oh my God why did you even apply to this job ? It was so out of your league ! 

You felt underdressed just sitting in this more than fancy waiting rooms. Like for real, the seats were covered in wonderful red velvets, and you were pretty sure there were real Picasso and Monet paintings on the walls…

Besides, you weren’t the only one waiting to get an interview with the famous Bruce Wayne, and the other candidates were…Well. 

They were out of this World. 

They were some of the most beautiful women you ever seen. 

…What were you doing here ? It was clear you wouldn’t get the job.

But damn the way they were looking at you, you and your used woman suit you bought in a thrift shop, made you want to slap them, and just to spite them, and though it was quite obvious you didn’t stand a chance, you didn’t leave. 

Of course, you were the last one to be called by the very handsome Mr. Wayne (seriously though, why did he have to look that good ? He was one of the best thing that ever happened to Gotham and it’s disadvantages inhabitants, such as you. He was smart, a genius. Billionaire. And the most handsome man you ever met). So when you entered his huge office, with windows showing you the best side of Gotham, and not the dirty gutters you were coming from, you were more stressed than ever, and afraid to simply throw up on him because of it…

He was such a gentleman. He didn’t make any comment about how different you looked compared to the other candidates. He didn’t even seem slightly surprised. He just smiled at you, of his extremely charming smile, and gestured for you to sit down. 

-Well hello Miss…(Y/L/N) is that it ? 

-Hum…Yes. Helluuw. 

Why ? WHYYYY ?! Why did you have to say “hello” in such a weird way ? You were ready to run out of his office, when you noticed his smile widening, and becoming almost genuine. There was a small silence, and strangely, it wasn’t an awkward one at all. He breaks it with his deep and soothing voice :

-So. Miss (Y/L/N), I have just one question for you…Why did you even bother to apply to be my personal assistant ? 

You stiffened. Oh. Maybe not so much of a gentleman. You narrowed your eyes at him a bit, not able to control yourself. Years of bullying in school had turn you into a “come back master”. 

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Looking up at the man you loved with all of your heart, you found yourself smiling like an idiot as he spoke, his deep alluring voice as smooth as ever, captivating you entirely,
“I’m so proud of you Y/N. I can’t think of anybody else who deserves this more than you do.”
Taehyung said as he smiled lovingly in your direction.

Taehyung was your boyfriend of 5 years, the two of you met in law school and fell in love almost instantly. He was everything you’d ever hoped for in a significant other, he was funny, incredibly smart and attentive, and the fact he was chiselled perfection and handsome as hell didn’t go a miss either. Tonight you were celebrating your new job, after years of bending over backwards and trying your god damn hardest you were finally a lawyer. Taehyung was the reason you even managed to get an interview at the Jeon law firm, he was a specialist lawyer at the firm mentioned how you had just graduated and were looking for a job, after a successful interview low and behold you’d made it.

“Stop it,” you whined “The only reason I got this job was because of you… Thank you.” You placed a firm hand on his shoulder as you leaned in, over the table to kiss him, the two of you had drank maybe a little too much wine considering your first day in the office was only hours away.
Taehyungs lips gently pressed against yours, he cupped your face in his large hands as he deepened the kiss, your tongues danced together in perfect harmony. There was no denying you were in love with him.

“Shit, don’t kiss me,” Taehyung whispered with wide, offended eyes as he pulled away from you, his chocolate brown hair swishing from side to side with his movements,
“My girlfriend is a big time lawyer now, she works for Jeon law firm, you might even know her? You know she will kill-” Your amused mouth crashing against his stopped him mid sentence, he was always cracking funny jokes and making you belly laugh into hysterics, it was one of your favourite things about him.

Suddenly his strong arms pulled you onto his lap, almost knocking over the empty bottle of wine that sat quietly on the dining table. His hands roamed your body from your hips to your collarbones, never missing a single inch. The moment the skin of his smooth fingers made contact with your shoulders and ultimately unclasped your red bra strap you knew exactly where the night would be taking you.

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BTS Reaction- having a shy and small girlfriend

(Requested by @taehyungpapa)


He seems like an extremely loving and adorable boyfriend, so he’d most likely find it really cute. Whenever you’d get shy and blush, or hide behind your hands, he’d get an overwhelming feeling of ‘she’s mine, I love her so much.’ Loves the way you look in oversized hoodies. preferably his, and giggles whenever you flap the sleeves like wings. He must P R O T E C T you, (because he wants to and loves feeling needed). 

Originally posted by missbaptan


Gummy smiles every time he’s around you, because he loves you. Gives you his jacket to try and seem cool, but really it’s because he loves seeing you wear his clothes. Something about your shyness comes across as innocence and that turns him on oops

Originally posted by yoonmin


A literal ball of sunshine, because you’re so adorable and he’s grateful that he gets to call you his. Small, genuine smiles every time he looks at you when you don’t notice. When you do notice him looking at you, his smile gets wider and his eyes sparkle. Very straightforward about how much he loves you, he tells you all the time, usually loudly. Hugs you a lot.

Originally posted by jaayhope


NSFW all the time, because damn he can’t get enough of you. You’re adorable, sweet and smol, and that combination is his weakness- especially if you can also get kinky, because well so is he. King of dimples, he’s always so happy around you, and verbalizes how cute he finds you at random points in time, when you’re least expecting it, because he loves to make you blush.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


Is also smol and shy, so together you’re the cutest couple. He’d be happy if he’s taller than you, because everyone teases him for being the shortest, but now he isn’t. Wouldn’t tease you about it though, because he knows how it feels. Very flirty, but also very M O C H I (so the gif, basically) 

Originally posted by princejimin


He seems like a cuddly one tbh, so you being shy and small would activate those cuddle powers. Calls you things like baby, kitten, and baby girl. Spoils the fuck out of you quite a bit. Probably wants you to call him daddy ?? 24/7 kisses!!

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty


Finds you adorable, gets shy and nervous around you no matter how long you’ve been together. Teases you about being shy and small, but loves it A LOT. Wants to play video games with you in his lap, probably playing as well. Tries to teach you to dance and gets flustered when he sees you, because he’s an innocent boy with the thoughts of a man (Happy 20th birthday, Jungkook).

Originally posted by darkfrinda

  • GIFs are not mine
  • also i know yesterday ppl celebrated jk’s bday, but it’s sep 1st for me, so imma celebrate again today


> He’d know you were up to something when you pulled yourself up extra early in the morning

> Considering how Reye’s day probably starts at the crack of dawn, it’s quite a feat.

> He’d still pretend not to know though 

> However, he’s genuinely surprised when you come to his bed with a tray stacked with homemade breakfast, a little cake, and a small present box. 

> He almost seems like he’s about to cry before he gives you a long kiss and nuzzles you gently. Seeing him soft and happy like this makes all the early morning cooking worth it. 

Jack Morrison

> He’d be a little more clueless about it

> [Sleepily] “Where are you going? It’s not time to wake up yet…”

> Literally has to pinch himself when you come to his bedside with his present and a big tray of his favourite foods

> “C’mon Jack scrape your jaw off the floor”

> Loves everything you make for him and practically inhales all the food you make

> Once he’s finished, he gives you a big hug and lots of little kisses

> “You’re the only present I need.”

Bonus: What are Jack Morrison’s favourite foods?

Considering that he grew up on a farm, I imagine it’s pretty easy for his s/o to guess what his favourite foods are. Just the classics - Apple pie, waffles, good ol’ over-easy eggs and bacon, stuff like that.

> Admin GK 

Highway (Part 7)

Originally posted by misunderstood-adventures

Summary: There’s a charming man that enters the diner like he owns the place, like he owns the town. And when he’s calling you babydoll, with a devilish smirk on his face and a twinkle of silver in his baby blues, you know you won’t be able to stop yourself from falling for the infamous Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Wordcount: 2,923

A/N: lol poor bucky dude

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The disappearance of Bucky Barnes took more of a toll on you than you’d expected.

You would’ve liked to say that it really didn’t matter all that much because it really shouldn’t have. You knew nothing more than his name and his address and the exact depth of his voice, the exact color of his eyes and brightness of his boyish grins. 

It’s been nearly two weeks without a word from the man that you’d quickly formed a bond with. 

You fancied your pride over desperation, however, so you responded to his radio silence with that of your own. You’d done so with a frown on your face and a yearning in your chest that begged you to search for him. Especially so after his most recent text, one that he’d sent you the night he took you out for a ride; it had been an oddly comforting text message. But then he never responded to your morning text. And then your afternoon text. And then one more after that.

And then you’d surmised that maybe he’d gotten bored with you.

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Sugar and Spice

Summary: When your landlord gets sick of you being late with rent, you decide to find a sugar daddy as a last resort. What you never expected was that one of your favourite actors, Richard Speight Jr, was one.
Word count: 911
Warnings: Don’t think there are any.
Cover art by wifey @pepperwoodatnight thank you <3

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Chapter one: The meeting

You were late with your rent yet another month, and your landlord was getting sick of it. You were a student and for some reason you couldn’t get a job no matter how many you applied to, so here you were at your last resort; A site for finding sugar daddies. You scrolled through endless profiles, young men, old men, you name it.

You had looked around for over an hour, scrolling, scrolling, scrolling through Johnnyboy, RobertAdventure01, AndyAwesome, DickSpeight- wait, what? You blinked and looked again. In grey letters was the name DickSpeightJr. You looked at the picture. It was taken from a distance, so you didn’t see who it was immediately, but a closer look confirmed that holy shit, Richard Speight Jr was on a sugar daddy site, looking for a sugar baby!?

You clicked his profile. It stated his name, age and a short bio. Actor, director, single. You clicked the message symbol. After about ten minutes you had finished what you thought was an appealing letter to the actor. You waited while your heart pounded like crazy. No way would you be able to sleep now!

It took an hour before you got a response. He liked you. He thought you sounded sweet. He said you were very beautiful. He wanted to meet for coffee. Your heart jolted as you typed a reply, and eventually you decided on a nearby café in a few days.

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anonymous asked:

What would the akatsuki members want to do on a first date?


  • Deidara would be cool with pretty much anything, but preferably somewhere public so everyone can see him and his significant other together (he’d want to show them off).
  • If him and his date were to go see a movie it would have to be one with a lot of action and explosions otherwise he’d get bored and start complaining about how it’s absurd that movie making of all things is considered an “art form”.
  • Alternatively, if they were to take a walk through a park somewhere together there’s a high chance he’d want to make a good first impression by showing off his explosive talents in an attempt to wow his date.
  • Starts with him denoting a few small clay creatures.
  • Ends with seven injured passers-by, a lot of damage done to the local foliage and one very unimpressed park attendant.


  • A first date with Hidan would begin with an attempt from him to persuade his date into preforming a sacrifice to Jashin with him, once that idea is debunked however he’d settle for anything providing it doesn’t fall under his definition of “boring”.
  • Unfortunately Hidan’s idea of “boring” covers a wide majority of things 
  • He might enjoy going to a concert with his date, as long as it’s a genre of music that allows him to scream as loudly as he wishes.
  • Any location that is okay with a weird grey-haired immortal raising his voice to complain about something or preach the word of a religion no one’s heard of before every ten minutes and isn’t “boring” by said weird grey-haired immortal’s standards is an instant go to for any date with him.


  • Kakuzu isn’t about to splash out on someone he’s only just now going on a first date with.
  • It’s very likely him and his date will end up doing something rather cheap such as just going on a walk together or to an eating/drinking establishment somewhere that won’t make a hole in his wallet.
  • Him and his date are also very likely to engage in a long conversation at some point in this first date as Kakuzu would want to get a good sense of whether or not this person is worth his time.
  • Should his date annoy him in any way at all he’s gone, and he’s leaving them to pay for any bill he may have left.

Itachi Uchiha

  • Itachi is likely to take his partner to a small, peaceful café somewhere on their first date and he’d insist on paying for everything his date orders.
  • Regardless as to how his date behaves he would be very calm and relaxed throughout the event, he’d listen (with genuine interest) to them talk for hours about whatever they want and would make mental notes of everything.
  • He’s also likely to walk his date home, prolonging their date a little bit more.
  • Alternatively, a first date with Itachi may mean a home cooked meal courtesy of the man in question, whatever they end up doing Itachi will probably find some enjoyment in it, so long as it’s not something too extreme or in a location too loud.


  • Konan probably wouldn’t have a preferred place to go or thing to do, she’d be content so long as the person she’s with is happy.
  • Preferably not somewhere too loud or obnoxious though, maybe to a restaurant or to see a romance movie of some sort.
  • If her and her date were to go to a fancy restaurant or establishment of the like she’d wear her best attire.
  • Regardless as to what her partner does Konan will approach their date together with a calm, friendly attitude, she’ll just want to have an enjoyable time with her date and in turn, want her date to have an enjoyable time with her.


  • Sasori would probably wish to do two things on a first date:
  • The first being taking his date to an art gallery, should they encourage his passion then he’ll talk none stop about which art pieces he finds truly beautiful and which he thinks are complete trash. He’ll make his opinions very clear.
  • The second being finding a place where he and his date can simply talk for a while, communication and gauging what his partner is truly like would be key for him.
  • Sasori would make sure his date was completely aware of his feelings towards them from the get go, if he does want a serious relationship with them he’ll want to get on with it and if he doesn’t he won’t want to waste either of their time.

-Admin Evie

anonymous asked:

hi! may i request an rfa + v + saeran reacting to a young MC? like they've been talking on the app and fell for each other (just like it happens in the game lol) but when they meet they find out MC is not an adult yet (she's turning 18 in a few months tho (so that it's not a big age gap lmao)) love ur blog!! and also sorry if this is a bit difficult to write about 😅💜

Thank you for the kind words! ^^ Okay so this kind of made me realize that I’m kind of younger myself but age doesn’t matter with fictional characters! At least my birthday is in less than a month lol But anyway I hope that I wrote this right since I enjoyed writing it! I hope that you enjoy!!~


  • Yoosung’s not the baby of the RFA anymore!
  • But in all seriousness, Yoosung isn’t that surprised that you’re younger
  • He got the vibe from talking to you on the messenger that you were younger
  • Since the two of yours age gap isn’t that big, Yoosung is completely fine waiting until you’re 18 to become an official couple
  • But this boy doesn’t really have a lot of patience so he’ll take you out on simply, cute dates
  • Like going to an arcade or a walk in the park, something simply to ease you into dating with him
  • When you turn 18 Yoosung throws you a huge party and is so excited to finally give you a kiss from your now official boyfriend


  • Zen’s like um what?
  • Very surprised when he finds out how young you are
  • He’s super concerned since all he ever talked about was The Beast
  • Does she even know what The Beast means? Did she just go along with it because she didn’t want to embarrass him? Did he ruin your innocence?
  • You have to calm this poor man down and tell him that you’re almost 18 and the age gap between the two of you isn’t that far apart so it’s okay
  • Zen finally starts to calm down and accept the situation, realizing that it isn’t bad since you could have been a lot younger
  • Lots of dates to see musicals, he doesn’t want to come off as a creep so he plans simply fates like that
  • When you finally turn 18, Zen gives you a super passionate kiss, telling you that he’s wanted to do that for forever and hopes that there’s many more to come


  • Jaehee gets super flustered when she first finds out
  • You’re much younger than she expected so she constantly wants to make sure that you’re completely comfortable around her
  • She gives you hot chocolate instead of coffee since she thinks that coffee would be too strong for your young taste palate
  • You have to reassure Jaehee that you’re not that young, you can handle some coffee to which she apologizes profusely
  • When you finally turn 18, Jaehee breaths a sigh of relief like finally
  • She explains to you that she didn’t want to do or say anything awkward around you since she genuinely cares about you and didn’t want to lose you
  • Jaehee gives you a small kiss and shyly tells you how excited she is to spend the res of her life with the love of her life


  • Jumin’s definitely the most confused out of all the members when he learns about your age
  • What? Why? How? Huh? Are you sure?
  • It takes Jumin a while to calm himself down and process things
  • He’s a little concerned since he’s quite older than you and doesn’t want things to be awkward
  • But you explain to him that you’re fine around him and never feel awkward
  • Jumin still takes you on extravagant dates like fancy restaurants and garden parties
  • When you finally turn 18, Jumin throws the biggest birthday party ever since he loves spoiling you
  • After all of the guests leave, Jumin gives the longest, most passionate kiss that you could imagine
  • Jumin whispers to you how much he loves you and how he’ll always protect you since instead of being his princess, you’re his queen


  • Seven already knew before he met you that you were younger when he did the background check on you, he was a little surprised at first but realized that the age gap wasn’t too large
  • Tried his best for you to see him as your future boyfriend and not the big brother type
  • He tried to tone down his jokes so that they weren’t so inappropriate but usually failed
  • It feels like Seven has to wait forever until your birthday so he takes you out on little dates to pass the time
  • He takes you places like the movies and of course the planetarium for special little date nights
  • This boy is so hyped when you finally turn 18, you’re finally legal now!
  • But in all seriousness, Seven is super gentle with you, giving you lots of kisses all across your face as he tells you how much he loves you and how he’s going to cherish you for the rest of his life


  • V’s super concerned when he finds out that you’re younger than him
  • Especially since the two of you have one of the largest age gap in the RFA
  • He doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable around him since he sincerely cares about you
  • V even starts avoiding you since he thinks that he’s way too old to be with someone as young and precious as you
  • Once you explain to him that your birthday is coming up, V slowly starts to calm himself down and start to fully accept his feelings for you
  • He takes you to dates like walks on the beach or to art galleries
  • When it finally is your 18th birthday, V has a small party with you, wanting to cherish your special day
  • At the end of the night, V gives you a small but loving kiss, telling you how sorry he is about how he acted before but he now promises to love you for and take you of you for forever


  • Saeran’s super concerned when he finds out that you’re much younger than he thought
  • Nope nope nope nope nope
  • He essentially kidnapped and forced an underage person to live in an apartment by herself
  • The feeling of guilt Saeran feels can be overwhelming but you tell him that it’s alright since you’ve already forgiven him plus your birthday is coming up
  • He starts feeling more comfortable enough to take you out on small but fun dates like the ice cream and sweets shoppe
  • When it finally is your birthday, Saeran puts together a tiny party for you and at the end of the night, gives you a small kiss
  • Saeran then hugs you and tells you how much he loves you and firmly believes that he found his soulmate whenever he met you
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Avenger!Reader

Prompt: Tony has made a bet to see who could end up with the most fans, out of the Avengers, by the end of the month. Bucky takes it just to piss Sam off and Reader really wants to prove that she isn’t the least popular. Bucky and Reader team up to be a fake couple in order to beat the other Avengers, agreeing to split the prize at the end. Will it all work out?

A/N: The second part out in probably record time! I’m very thankful for the positive reception so far so hopefully, I don’t let you guys down. Thank you all again so much for reading. 

Warnings: Not approved by Captain Rogers’ Potty Mouth Prevention Unit

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Originally posted by flyngdream

Media’s Attention

“When was the last time you went on a date, Barnes?” You hissed. You and Bucky walked down the sidewalk, hand in hand. When Bucky told you his great idea for a first ‘date’, you were convinced he had it down to the very last detail. Dates, wardrobe, lines. Like it was some sort of reality TV show.

Right now, he was nervous. He tried to keep a cool face, but he was holding onto your hand a bit too tightly.

“A successful date or just date in general?” Bucky asked. You wanted to facepalm so badly, but you didn’t want to make him feel worse. Pretending was fun as children, but now it just felt like work. Fake smiling for this long already had your cheeks starting to hurt. It didn’t help that every time Bucky whispered in your ear, you had to force out an appropriate giggle. Half the stuff he said were bad jokes that made you want to groan, and the other half was trying to stay sane while proceeding with the mission.

As fake as you felt, the plan was clearly working. You knew that more than just a few people have taken snapshots of you two strolling down the busy boulevards of Manhattan all cute and couple-like. Not to mention the whispers on the street. The city’s street lamps weren’t the best lighting, but you were certain that the city lights reflecting on your long dress would be a great cover for US Weekly.

Your date didn’t look bad either. He was less Bucky and more James Buchanan Barnes. His hair was neatly tied and combed back, with a full tux and everything. “It’s gonna be okay.” You go to wrap your arm around his and lean in closer.

You cup your hands around Bucky’s ear. “I bet by this time tomorrow we’ll be on the front page of every tabloid.”

He let out a small rumble of laughter. Sometime about the sound made you want to smile as well. It was strange seeing him so happy, even if it wasn’t really genuine. You felt the tension leave his arm and the stiffness disappears from his walk.

“I know being carefree isn’t exactly your thing, but if it makes it easier just think about how great it’ll feel to win the contest,” you suggest. Bucky looks over to you with a smile and a sly twinkle in his eye. You were starting to see what all the ladies in the forties must have been chattering about. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“For one, gotta give the people some good angles,” Bucky said. You rolled your eyes and playfully slapped his chest. “Two, you have a leaf in your hair.”

Your hands dropped his, flying to your hair to comb it through. Lo and behold, a single ivy green leaf got caught by your fingers. “You didn’t think to tell me this before the lenses started clicking?” Your face blossomed in pink.

Bucky chuckled again, only to take you by the shoulders and turn you around. “We’re here.” This must have been the playful side of Bucky you always heard Steve reminiscing about. You stared at the name of the restaurant Bucky brought you to. “Bucky, this is like a three star Michelin restaurant. How did you-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Bucky held your hand and led you in. “I have my ways, doll, but I think you’re blocking the entrance.” You turned behind to see a small line of people all dressed in silks and formal wear impatiently tapping their leather shoes. “I may have done a lot of research on the computer. Having a billionaire’s worth of knowledge and stuff doesn’t hurt either.”

“Why did you pick this place anyway? Not that it isn’t amazing, but I think this venue is a bit upscale and stuffy for both our liking,” you said.

A single glance around the place and you already felt like a fake. Giant crystal chandeliers hung over each table, which itself was decorated in gleaming white cloth and golden embellishments. Each chair sat someone who looked of high society and money. “And now I feel ever faker than before,” you mutter.

Bucky didn’t seem phased, instead putting his arm around you and giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. Following the waiter, you were escorted to a semi-private table for two.

“Did I pick the perfect spot or what?” Bucky gloated.

“I’ll say, it’s going to be so easy to spy on us. Even more so than whenever Steve tries to leave with just a baseball hat on,” you observe.

“That hat trick worked more than a few times, I’ll have you know,” Bucky informed you as-a-matter-of-fact-ly. “But that’s not why this spot is so great. Look over there.” He tilted his head toward another table. There sat a bunch of people in white shirts, ties, and some sort of ID hanging from their necks. Cameras and similar equipment were scattered on chairs and the tables around the area as well.

“Journalists?” You gasp.

“Not just any old journalists. Rumor has it that every year the best of the news world meet here to plan out their award ceremonies and whatnot.” Bucky said. “And what a coincidence that we’re right in their field of view.”

You look away to gape at Bucky. He wore a proud smirk on his lips. “Bucky Barnes, you are a genius.”

“Nah,” he reaches across the table for your hand. You gladly take it. “Just what any old guy who wants to win a bet would do.”

“Trust me, you may be old but you’re not just any guy,” you muse. He looked up at you in surprise and a few mixed emotions, but you were already flipping through the menu and gawking at the kinds of food and their prices. “Jeez Bucky, I hope you managed to find the end of a rainbow in time because I can’t pay for this with my salary.”

“I feel like you’re starting to doubt my abilities to pull this off,” Bucky said. The two of you continued to laugh and joke around until the waiter came by again.

He looked up from his notepad, eyes widened. For a few seconds, his eyes went from Bucky to you to him again. You and Bucky shared a knowing look. “P-pardon me Madame, what would you like to order?”

Bucky gave you a final nod, signaling for you to get the snowball rolling. “It looks like you caught us!” You held your hands up jokingly. “Yes, it is I, H/N with Bucky Barnes. Don’t worry, we’re not here on a mission,” you say loudly. Already, a few people turned to look, including the table of journalists.

“What an honor, Miss H/N, m-might I offer you a list of our specials?” The waiter started to stammer.


As the wait staff walked away, you and Bucky couldn’t help but burst into small fits of laughter. “My goodness, do you think the entire restaurant heard?” You ask between breaths.

“I’m almost positive they did. You seem to have a natural talent for ruining the classy ambiance with your loud voice. Not that it isn’t charming,” Bucky winked.

You two continued the conversation, ever so slowly inching towards one another. It wasn’t long before your face was right in front of his. You stared into his blue eyes, as mischievous as ever. Bucky glanced to the left once. Tucking a stray hair behind your ear, he came even closer. “Are they watching?”

You try to sneakily glance at the reporters’ table as well. “Almost for certain, yeah,” you said. In an instant, he pressed into you lips first. You sucked in a breath, nearly forgetting to kiss back. It was quick, sweet, and eye-catching. You hoped you were correct in hearing a camera shutter go off. Pulling away, Bucky seemed breathless. He continued to look at you in that strange way. Not exactly romantic or infatuated. More like…genuine amusement.

“Well, Mr. Barnes?” You raise your eyebrows at him. He looked confused. “How would you say our first kiss went?”

He groaned, making you laugh. “Don’t get cocky on me now.”

“No promises,” you shrug. “Don’t look now, but I think our plan is being executed quite smoothly. Journalist coming in on your left.”

You both turned and saw a woman in a red skirt with a pen and paper in her hands. She stopped right in front of your table with an excited smile. “How are you? Janet Howards, Entertainment Weekly. It is such an honor to meet you both.” She shook both of your hands firmly. “My colleagues and I couldn’t help but notice you guys. Mind if we ask some questions?”

Without even looking, you knew that Bucky was beaming. “Of course not, although we’d like to keep it low-profile,” you lied. You and Janet Howards both knew that this was going to blow up by the end of the day.

The quickfire questions came a bit faster than you had thought they would, although you and Bucky still answered like you practiced. Were you really dating? Any plans for the future? What warranted such a special night out? Do any of the other Avengers know about your romance? The questions were handled like clockwork. You remembered to look at Bucky with a fond gaze every now and then, which he gladly returned.

The answers were simple. After a lot of reality-tv binge watching with Bucky and YouTube searches about celebrity couple interviews, the whole media industry became as predictable as snow in the mountains. You gave every ounce of juicy ‘gossip’ over, from a secret romance to helping each other heal to hiding it all away from the public eye until now.

Janet bit her lip, trying to contain the excitement as she furiously scribbled down every last detail you and Bucky fed to her. There were a lot of “you guys are so great together"s and “sorry if this is too personal, but"s. The entire act felt just like that. An act. A beautifully rehearsed, made-to-sell act.

As Janet finally left you two alone, you let out a deep breath. "So, how do you think it went?”

“You were perfect, doll,” Bucky complimented.

“Not so bad yourself, Buck,” you smile back. As the two of you finished your meals and walked back to the car, still holding hands, you couldn’t help but marvel and how smoothly tonight went. “You know, tonight was a lot easier than I thought it would be, thanks to you.”

“What do you mean?” Bucky asked. He opened the car door for you.

You sat inside and finally let yourself relax into the chair. “Well, I guess this fake dating thing couldn’t have possibly worked out well with just anyone. I guess I’m trying to say that I’m glad you’re my fake boyfriend.”

Bucky laughed again. Unlike on the streets or in the restaurant, this felt real. “And you’re the best fake girlfriend I could have asked for.” A bit hesitantly, he kissed you on the forehead. You smiled and stared out the passenger window. Even though the entire night felt plastic, the wind in your hair and Bucky’s lingering kiss made you feel a little more alright.

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anonymous asked:

Reaction To Having A Short Mc? Like 4.9?

Hi! I’ll do the RFA + Saeran, if you’d like me to do any others, let me know ;)


  • Seven would tease MC for their height all the time, in any and every situation
    • “Whoops, didn’t see you there shortie!” is said pretty much all the time
  • Teasing aside, he’d actually think their height was pretty cute
  • Uses MC like a shoulder rest all the time 
  • Purposely puts things on high shelves so he can watch MC try to reach them
  • Loves kissing MC’s forehead
  • Piggy back rides to help MC reach high things happen, always
    • Even without needing to reach something up high, piggy back rides are an absolute must
  • Would love it if MC sat in his lap when watching TV/playing video games, not only can he be close to them but he can also see right over their head


  • Fusses over how small and cute they are all the time, he can’t help it, he genuinely adores them so much
    • He’d do his best to stop doing it so much if it bothered MC, but otherwise he’d do it often
  • Prefers shorter heights, so having a short MC would be perfect in his opinion
  • Helps them get things whenever they can’t, and is super sweet about it too
  • Loves picking MC up, it makes him feel strong and a little like a prince
  • Plays with MC’s hair all the time
    • Whether it’s braiding it, fluffing it, or just stroking it, he’d do it so much because it’s often right in front of/below him
  • Willing to fight anyone who makes fun of MC’s height


  • Zen already saw MC as cute, so with a small height he would melt every time he saw MC
  • He thinks it’s adorable how his s/o always tries to keep up with his pace (because he takes longer steps)
  • Loves watching MC trying to reach for high stuff, then giving up and asking him for help
    • MC: *trying to reach a bowl for eating cereal from a shelf they can’t reach* “Dammit… Zen?”
    • “Yes, MC?”- Zen while entering the kitchen
    • “C-can you help me get a bowl please?”
    • Zen suddenly has this huge and dorky smile, nods, and goes to help MC
  • Doesn’t tease MC for their height, knows that some people are sensitive about physical characteristics and would respect MC


  • Doesn’t pay too much attention to the fact that MC is short, unless they mention it
    • Though she’s secretly really proud that she’s taller
  • Always helps them reach high things, even if they don’t ask for it
    • She’d just see them reaching for something on their tip toes and would instantly offer to help
  • Any time someone teased them, she’d defend them immediately without a second thought
  • So many cuddles!
    • She’d prefer being the big spoon most of the time, but wouldn’t mind being the small spoon (and would find it so cute when MC tried to hug her with their height)
  • Bending down to kiss MC is honestly one of her favorite things ever, especially when MC goes on their tiptoes to meet her halfway
  • They try to make sure to accommodate to their respective heights as much as possible wherever they live


  • To be honest, he wouldn’t even notice MC’s height, he sees it like a normal thing
  • One thing he really noticed: they had the perfect size for CUDDLING!!!
    • Every time they napped together (because he respects the rule of not sleeping with MC before marriage), he would hug them from behind
    • MC can make themselves a tiny ball and fit perfectly with Jumin
  • Because Jumin is sometimes unaware of things, he occasionally doesn’t notice MC is close to him when they walk together
    • Poor guy feels guilty (he doesn’t show it though) when he calls them to see where they are and finds out they’ve been by his side or behind all the time, apologizes immediately
    • MC just laughs and tell him it’s okay, it was something that happened to them often


  • He’s just, the sweetest about it. He’s always willing to help MC reach something if they need help
  • He won’t start a fight defending MC’s height. He will, however, give them the most disappointed look. No one has been able to defend against the Disappointed Frown™
  • Adores MC regardless of their height, always willing to help out if they ever need to reach something


  • Doesn’t actually notice MC’s height too much
  • He never helps MC get anything down, but slowly all of the upper shelves are emptied
    • Refuses to admit he is doing it to be helpful, he just says he’s sick of hearing MC complain
  • Never would say it, but loves MC’s height with all his heart and would instantly fight anyone who made 

-Mods Rosung and Saemoni

anonymous asked:

Can you write a grocery shopping fluff with Taeyong?



genre: fluff

member: nct’s taeyong

word count: 1,500

Originally posted by nctaezen

Another lazy day at the dorms. Some of the boys fighting over the TV, while others were locked up in their room trying to escape the noise, others lounging around the kitchen talking about what they were going to do for dinner. You were starting to get a headache, and you were getting hungry.

You got up from your spot on the couch, and slipped passed Johnny, Winwin, Taeil and Taeyong in the kitchen, who were around the table talking. You started to search through the fridge and cabinets. Sadly, you were met with nothing but disappointment, their empty contents looking back at you.

“Ugh, why don’t you guys have any food?” You moaned.

“We ran out of alot of stuff, we’ve been ordering delivery and takeout until Taeil goes his turn to get groceries.” Johnny said, walking behind you, and looking into the empty fridge as well.

You frowned. “So are you guys ordering takeout again?”

“Probably.” Johnny responded.

“Unless..” Taeil started. “Y/N wants us to go to her house she can cook.”

You raised an eyebrow at him.Oh really?”

“Y/N please! I haven’t had home-cooked dinner in forever.” Winwin said, acting like he was dying.

You giggled and ruffled his hair. “Alright, alright. That’s fine.” Winwin then threw up his hands in celebration.
“-We can’t go right now though, let me stop by the store first to get some things. You can come on over when I get home.”

Taeil grinned mischievously, eyes looking over to Taeyong, who was standing silently in the kitchen with all of you.

“Hey Y/N?”

“Yes Taeil?”

“Take Taeyong, I’m sure he would enjoy going to get the groceries we need with you.”

You felt confused, watching as Taeyong lightly hit Taeil in the stomach to stop him from talking any further. Johnny and Winwin started giggling.

Everyone in the dorms were aware of Taeyong’s crush on you, except you.

“Isn’t it your turn to get groceries?” Taeyong said through gritted teeth.

“Well technically. But I’m sure you’d enjoy a trip with Y/N, right?”

Taeyong hit Taeil again, and you giggled.

“C'mon Tae, come to the store with me!” You said, with a smile.
You’re excited smile melted his heart,  and he started blushing.

“O-okay, I’ll go.”

Taeil, Johnny, and Winwin all exchanged looks as you grabbed your bag, and Taeyong’s hand to head out the front door.

You start walking the sidewalks with Taeyong. The air was chilly, and brisk. Only thing was the heavy feeling of utter silence between you and Taeyong. Was he uncomfortable?  Did he even want to come?

“Hey, why are you so quiet?” You asked Taeyong.

His gaze flew to your eyes, then soon looked away, a blush on his cheeks.

“Is everything okay?”

Taeyong reached his hand to scratch the back of his head.
“The guys are always with us, this is first time we’ve ever been alone before.”

You thought about it, and he was right. You and Taeyong never went anywhere to do things together, or had one-on-one conversation. It was always a group setting where in which you two would interact, if ever.

“Well, we can use this trip to grow a little closer, I’ve been told I can make trips fun.” You winked.

Taeyong broke into a little grin at how cute you were.

“-Only if that’s okay?” You continued, holding out your hand.

Taeyong looked down at your hand, pausing hesitantly. Finally, a little smile snuck it’s way on his features again as he grabbed your hand, & he nodded assuringly.
You held hands and led him down the sidewalks, reaching the super market that wasn’t far from your house.

“I’m gonna be honest.” You say in a huff. “I have no clue what to get to cook.”

“You’ll think of something.” Taeyong said.

You walked over and grabbed a shopping cart, and proceeded into the store. You walked the aisles, wondering what to get. Taeying fell behind you, keeping a good distance. This worried you, a lot. Things that Taeyong did made you feel like maybe he was uncomfortable, or that he didn’t like you.

“Hey Tae.” You said.

He looked up quickly. “Yes?”

“Catch up!” You giggled.

Taeyong walked quickly to catch up beside you,  and grabbed the side of the shopping cart to help keep up. You smiled at how cute it was. Your eyes moved from Taeyong back to the aisles.

“Seriously, what am I gonna make?” You said to yourself.

Taeyong caught this, and watched you glare aimlessly at the aisles, chuckling at how clueless you were.

“Y/N?” Taeyong said.

You were shocked to hear him speak up. “Yeah Tae?”

“Can I make something?”

“Oh yeah, that’d be great!”

You remembered now, Taeyong was an amazing cook. He makes dinner for everyone all the time.

Now it was your turn to follow Taeyong, as he hopped around the store looking at things to cook, and commenting on how they’re cooked. It was honestly quite attractive to see him in chef mode.

“That’s really cool that you know so much about making food. Just listening to you talk makes me hungry.” You groaned.

Taeyong blushed, and tossed a box into the shopping cart. “You really think so?”
You nodded, & he smiled.

After this Taeyong opened up a lot more. You laughed a lot, and cracked jokes. As you proceeded thought the aisles, Taeyong would just grab sweets, and toss them in the cart. After the fourth different flavor of poptarts you stopped him.

“Tae, we can’t get all this.” You chuckled.

“Why not?”

“This is all junk food.”

“No, these are necessities.”

You giggled at his logic.

Taeyong’s eye lit up.  "You just reminded me of something.“

You sighed as you watched him head toward the freezer aisle.
He opened the freezer door, and grabbed a tub of ice cream.

“Why do we need ice cream?”

“This is Winwin’s favorite.”

You smiled. “You remembered that was his favorite?”

Taeyong nodded. mamayong

“That’s really sweet.” You said.

Taeyong smiled. “So we can get it?”

“Yes, Tae.“

"Hey Y/N, why don’t you get anything for yourself?”

“Because I’m busy feeding you guys.” You said, giggling.

“No, I’m serious. Can we at least get the stuff for the meat I made last time we ate at the dorms? Didn’t you say it was your favorite?”

“Oh I did say that, didn’t I?” You said, hand on your chin. “How did you remember that?”

“I remember a lot of things about you.”

“Like what?” You pried.

Taeyong hesitated, and took a deep breath. Then he met your eyes with a warm smile.

“How you care for others, and how you laugh. How you like your coffee, how you fidget with your hands when you’re nervous. How you smile and-”

Taeyong stopped himself after he saw the expression on your face.

Then Taeyong went composed. “Maybe we should go.”

You didn’t even hear that part, because you could feel your heart beating in your ears. Why did he say all those things? It was like Taeyong noticed everything about you, and it genuinely made him happy. You’d never noticed it before, but he was a beautiful person.

Taeyong looked at you expectantly, and you caught that he had said something. Then you looked to the cart, full of junk food, and a very small amount of actual dinner food.

“Well.” You said, gazing at the cart.

“This was a bust.” Taeying giggled. “Let’s get in line.”

You sat in the long line waiting to be checked out,  then Taeyong got a phone call from Donghyuck.

Apparently Jisung wanted cereal and Chenle spilled two entire boxes of cereal all over the floor, there was a lot of drama, and shit was going down. mamayong in action!

Taeyong sighed and hung up the phone.

“Who was that?” You asked.

“Nobody, stay in line, I’ll be right back.”

“Where you going?”

To go get Cheerios.” fucking children

On the way to your house, you call the boys, and let them know that they can start heading over. You walked the sidewalks with Taeyong, and he asked very gentlemanly to carry the shopping bags.

Once you reached the house, Taeyong set the bags down on your table, and then the other boys started pouring into your home.

Taeil walked up to the table, eyes wide.
“Taeyong, weren’t you supposed to get us groceries? What is this?”

Taeyong giggled and turned to you. “This shopping trip was a fail, huh?”
You grabbed his hands. “No, I had alot of fun.”

You let go of his hands to examine the ingredients you bought “Hey, do you think I could help you cook?”

Taeyong smiled. “I’d be honored if you’d help me cook.”

“You know Taeyong, you’re acting a lot different from earlier.” You said as you started peeling potatoes.

“Oh really?”


“I feel alot better about my feelings now.”

“What do you mean?” You asked. You were busy over the sink, peeling the potatoes, as Taeyong wrapped his arms around your frame from behind you.

“I like you Y/N.”

anonymous asked:

Zutara: "I'm flirting with you"

note: i could not think of a way to fit this into canon ‘verse (rip my creativity), so have some long-winded modern au!

The first words Katara says to her new lab partner are, “My name is Katara, I’m in here to get an A, and if you stand in the way of that, I will hurt you.”

The boy blinks at her, then slowly steps away from where he’d been arranging the beakers, hands outstretched in mock penitence.

The first words he says to her are, “I’m Zuko, and if you want to do all the hard work, be my guest.”

Katara walks out of the lab thinking that that exchange pretty much sets the tone for their semester together.

Except the next few weeks show her that it doesn’t.  For all of his snark, Zuko works hard, too.  They fight about small things—how to position the Bunsen burner and the technicalities of how to write up their lab reports—but they both know their material.  And they both contribute.

By the time the midterm rolls around, Katara has started sitting next to him in the class proper as well as the lab, and because she’s nosy, she glances at his paper when he gets the exam back.

He got an A.  (So did she.)

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Imagine that after Helwater Jamie comes home and Jenny insists he marry Mary McNab instead of Laoghaire.  Jamie finally relents and they set up a happy home filled with respect that develops into real, deep phileo love.  It may not be the rock your world type of love that Jamie and Claire had/have but it is solid. Then after 20 years, Claire returns… This one could be really, really angst filled. Thanks for your time mods! 

@jerribwarren submitted:  We all know that if Jamie had to remarry,  Laoghaire was probably the best person for him to marry as a marriage to her was never going to work (between her unrealistic expectations, her jealousy of Claire and Jamie’s apathy after his return from Helwater).  My question is:  don’t you think that if he had married someone (like a Mary McNabb but who wouldn’t necessarily have seen him with Claire) other than Laoghaire, someone he might have actually become friends with and grown to have a genuine affection for, it would have been much harder to reconcile the situation after Claire’s return especially if they had actually had a child or children together?  I would think that he wouldn’t have left his second wife in this situation or would have brought her with him to Edinburgh.
I’d appreciate a discussion or even an AU on this subject about how this situation could/would have been resolved.  Thanks and I really love all of the writers for imagine.

Love in Other Words 
(Part One of Two)

“I know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small word is not enough for love.” - Claire in Voyager

The ancient Greeks had at least four words for love: agape (unconditional love); eros (romantic, passionate, sexual love); storge (familial love); and philia (the love of friendship, regard). 

Jamie and Claire together share all four.

– Mod Lenny

It was Claire. She was really here in the shop with him. At least, he was pretty sure she was real. He could feel the warmth of her in his trembling arms, could smell that fresh, clean scent of her, heard her saying more than just his whispered name. But there was only one way to be completely sure…

“Can I kiss ye?” he asked quietly.

She nodded and blinked at the wetness in her eyes before closing them and tilting her face towards his. Swallowing hard, he refused to close his own eyes as his lips met hers, afraid that she would dissolve just as she had so many times before in his dreams.

But her lips were soft and pliant beneath his own and he let his eyes close as he let his lips part and breathed her in, tasting her as her mouth opened too and their kiss became more desperate, deeper, hungrier.

They parted with a shuddering sigh of relief, knowing they had both felt the same need, the same desire, the same flame that had been there all those years ago. It was still there for them to reclaim if they chose to and heaven help him, but he wanted to––wanted her––more than anything.

He was still getting drunk on the whiskey in her eyes when he heard the door at the front of the shop and Mary’s voice calling his name.

“Jamie? Ye’ll never guess who––” Mary cut off abruptly with a surprised gasp.

“Who’s that?” a familiar voice asked with louder surprise.

Claire stiffened in his arms and her gaze broke from his as she looked over he shoulder at the intruders. He froze, unable to find the words he needed to explain, to push the encroaching world back away from them and the moment they had been sharing when hope had reignited in his heart.

“Oh god,” Claire gasped, pulling away.

Jamie remained speechless and numb in the moment, his mind telling his body to act but his limbs not responding.

Soon after he returned from his parole, Jenny had made the off-hand suggestion that he marry again. He thought he had made his position on the matter clear but come Hogmanay it became apparent that Jenny hadn’t abandoned her opinion and had, in fact, started to take actions of her own to ensure it happened.

When he’d seen her talking with Laoghaire and leading the young widow in his direction, he knew it was with one aim in mind. Before they could reach him he had turned to Mary MacNab who was refilling guests’ drinks and he asked her to dance, setting the half-empty bottle she carried aside before she could find her words. Later, Jenny scolded him about the way he’d avoided Laoghaire all evening.

“Ye want me to court the woman tha’ tried to get Claire burnt for a witch?” he had asked Jenny who looked momentarily surprised but then rolled her eyes.

“No Laoghaire then but ye ought to be wed again and to someone who might give ye bairns. Ye deserve to be happy again, brother.”

“What I deserve is for ye to leave me in peace,” he spat back.

But Jenny’s hints and efforts persisted and Jamie’s resistance wore thin. Jenny wouldn’t leave him be and he knew eventually she would have her way. The best he could hope for was to choose for himself. The thought of having someone to take care of wasn’t completely unwelcome but the memory of Claire and the thought of their child made the idea of raising a family with another woman… He had no desire for that.

He’d been contemplating his prospects when Mary had come to fetch him for Ian and that’s when it occurred to him to marry her. It had been several years since her Rabbie had gone south to London seeking a different life for himself while she remained behind; she too was separated from the person she loved most. He thought she might be able to understand him better than most.

“You’re… you’ve…” Claire stammered glancing between him and Mary before shaking her head and darting away from him and out of the shop.

His mind hadn’t quite caught up to everything that had just happened. Maybe it had all been a vision after all…

Mary’s hand was on his shoulder, rubbing him reassuringly and guiding him to a nearby chair. He could tell she was talking and her tone was soothing but all he could think about was that Claire was gone… again. The flame of hope that had been reignited sputtered and shrank leaving him cold.

The fog of confusion began to clear and he sat up straighter in the chair feeling his face flush with guilt and shame. What must Mary think of it all, walking in and seeing him and Claire like that with…

“Where’s Ian?” he asked, glancing frantically around the shop. It wouldn’t be the first time his nephew had appeared on their doorstep without warning and Mary always made sure to bring the lad to the shop since Jamie was one of the few people he would heed.

“I sent him after Claire,” Mary told him, her posture relaxing now that she could be sure he was coming back to himself. “He’ll slow her down at the least till we can find them and ye can talk to her proper like.”

Jamie looked back at the printing press; he hadn’t finished fixing it––couldn’t remember what had been wrong with it, at the moment––and he had orders still to fill, customers who wouldn’t care that a rug had been pulled out from under his feet and he was still sitting on the floor uncertain whether standing again was possible or if the fall had caused something to break.

“I dinna ken that there’s anything I can say to her that’ll make much difference,” he murmured.

“I think there’s a great deal ye can tell her,” Mary disagreed. “And if you dinna want to say it, then I will. Ye can start by askin’ her no to go again.”

At that he looked at Mary whose eyes crinkled with her familiar, quiet amusement.

“Did ye really think I’d ask ye to let her go?” she asked him, reaching up and tucking in the end of his stock.

“I canna do that to ye,” he protested weakly, “set ye aside like that and leave ye alone without someone to provide for ye.”

“Ye wouldna be settin’ me aside,” she argued softly. “I’m perfectly able to step’ aside wi’out yer help. You and I both ken it willna be difficult for either of us to secure an annulment.”

The ceremony had been smaller even than the hastily arranged one he’d had when he married Claire. He wasn’t as nervous during the ceremony as he had expected to be but by the time they arrived at their small renovated cottage after nightfall, nerves had begun to twist his belly.

Neither had said much of anything to the other as they took in the small space that would now be theirs. One large main room with a hearth and small pantry constituted kitchen, parlor, and study; there was a door to the back that led to the small bedroom.

Mary took off her cloak as Jamie set about shutting the cottage up for the night. When he turned, she had disappeared––presumably into the bedroom––and he sighed with relief.

He shouldn’t overthink this; it wasn’t as though he hadn’t bedded a woman before––it wasn’t as though he hadn’t bedded Mary before. But it had all been different then. I know the look of a true love, and it’s not in my mind to make ye feel ye’ve betrayed it… What I want is to give ye something different. Something less, mayhap, but something ye can use; something to keep ye whole. He wondered if she’d known then that he hadn’t been whole to begin with. But she had given him something and it had helped him then as he faced Ardsmuir. But now… I never had that, she’d confessed. He couldn’t give it to her now either but maybe he could give her something like what she’d given to him in that cave some ten years before.

When he worked up his courage and eased open the bedroom door he could just make out the shape of the bed in the light of the candle. He stopped, puzzled. He didn’t think he’d been standing out in the main room for very long but maybe it had been longer than he realized.

Mary was in bed with the blankets pulled up over her chest; she was turned on her side, her back to the middle of the bed and he could see the stark white of her new shift standing out against the darker wool of the blankets. She appeared to already be asleep.

Quietly, so as not to wake her, he slipped inside enough to close the door behind him and began stripping down to his shirt then eased himself beneath the covers next to her. He lay there on his back with his fingers nervously tapping his chest as he listened to her steady breathing. Should he wake her up so they could get it over with? He scolded himself for thinking of it in such terms; she was his wife now and she deserved more thought and care than that. Still, he didn’t think he’d be able to settle to anything until it was over and the nerves in his belly could be calmed.

But Mary wasn’t asleep.

“Ye ken it doesna have to be like that between us,” she said quietly, startling him.

He froze beside her, felt the bedding shift under him as she strained to look at him over her shoulder.

“I ken ye didna wed me because ye wanted to bed me,” she continued, no self-pity in her voice. “And I dinna want ye that way if ye only see it as bein’ yer duty.”

“It’s no as though we havena… before,” he answered.

“And I ken it helped and hurt ye to do it then. Ye feel yerself bound to yer Claire still and I’ll no have ye takin’ me to bed only to feel regretful about it later. I’ve been in marriages where one of us was lyin’ wi’ the other from duty and I’ll no be the one askin’ ye to do the same; it doesna make for the best of marriages in my experience.”

He felt a stab of sorrow both for himself and for her. He would forever feel himself bound to Claire and sorrowed that Mary seemed so resigned she would never know what a love like that felt like. But he couldn’t give that to her, whether she wanted that or not and she had wed him knowing that.

“So why did ye agree to marry me then?” he couldn’t help asking.

“I suppose for the same reason you asked me.”

“Was Jenny tryin’ to make a match wi’ you and another fellow ye didna care for so much?” The joke caught him by surprise but to his relief Mary laughed. It was a quiet laugh, startled by itself.

“No,” she finally said with a sigh. “I’ve been servin’ yer family at Lallybroch for years now––as ye well know––but since my Rabbie left… It’s different, servin’ folk an’ no buildin’ a home for yerself… no havin’ someone to really care for, to build a home with…”

“Aye…” Jamie murmured. “I ken what ye mean.”

“I thought ye would,” Mary said with satisfaction. “Caidil gu math… Jamie,” she added with hesitation.

“Caidil gu math, Mary,” Jamie responded, relaxing into the warmth of a shared bed and the quiet night. It was becoming clear that navigating this new marriage wouldn’t quite be what he had expected earlier but he was also beginning to suspect that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Claire hadn’t looked back as she burst into the street. She was still too disoriented by everything. Seeing Jamie again––touching him, holding him and being held by him––that had all been overwhelming and emotional, more than she could have imagined. And she had known that there was a possibility that he had moved on, that he would have known she believed him dead at Culloden and therefore unlikely to ever return for him. Life was too long to be lived alone; too short to waste it wallowing in grief and sorrow.

“Hey!” she heard a youthful voice calling behind her and made to step out of the way so the lad could get past and reach whomever it was he was trying to catch up with.

But then she felt him reach out and tap her on the arm repeating, “Hey,” breathlessly.

“Me?” she asked in disbelief even as she searched his face for a resemblance to Brianna. The shape of the eyes was right but his coloring was all wrong and while he had the promise of Jamie’s height, he hadn’t endured the growth spurt that would give him the muscles his father possessed.

“Aye,” the boy panted. “Ye’re…”

“I’m leaving,” she interrupted. “You can go home and tell your mother that I won’t be bothering you again.”

The lad’s face twisted with confusion. “My mam? Ye mean Mary? She’s no my mam and Uncle Jamie’s no my da.”

The wave of relief nearly knocked Claire off her feet. The boy wasn’t Jamie’s. And the more she looked at him the more she could see the marks of Jenny and Ian in him––the Fraser slanted eyes if not the color and his gangliness was certainly more in the vein of Ian’s build than Jamie’s. “You’re Jenny and Ian’s boy,” she guessed.

“Aye. Named for my da. Will ye no come back, Auntie Claire? Ye are my Auntie Claire, are ye no? Mary said it’s who ye were. I ken a bit about ye––Mam and Da always said ye were deid but they’d tell tales about ye of a time when Uncle Jamie wasna around. It always makes him sad to talk of ye, even after he wed Mary MacNab,” young Ian Murray rambled. “Mam thinks it’s why they left Lallybroch for Edinburgh; said they’ve too many ghosts roaming there between them. She blames herself for stirrin’ up yer ghost by pushing Uncle Jamie to wed agin though she also says she’d as soon he be content in Edinburgh than miserable at Lallybroch.”

The sheer volume of words and the pace at which he spoke them left Claire blinking and uncertain.

“I… I am Claire,” she said, no longer quite sure of even that simple fact. “But… I’m not interested in disrupting anything. I just thought… I had heard that Jamie… I don’t know what I was thinking,” she confessed turning to continue up the road. She wasn’t even sure if she was headed in the right direction.

“But… ye came back for him… Ye canna just leave,” Ian objected.

“And I can’t just stay, either,” Claire retorted, unsure why she was bothering to argue with the young teenager. “What about his wife?”

Ian shrugged dismissively. “She’s the one sent me to get ye.”

“What? Why would she do that?”

“I dinna ken. Why don’t ye come wi’ me and ask her?”

Claire looked at the eager lad, her heart aching to believe that if she went with him there was a chance it might stop and curious to see what Jamie’s new wife might have to say.

In the early days of their marriage, Jamie was surprised by how little he knew about Mary and how much she knew about him.

“I served at Lallybroch for near twenty years,” Mary pointed out with a laugh when he expressed his surprise aloud. “Ye think I wouldna notice such about everyone that lived there––especially the laird himself?”

Jamie flushed. “I’m no the laird and Lallybroch’s no mine anymore; and how many of those twenty years did I live under the roof, eh? No even five did ye string all the nights together.”

“Yer nephew may be possessed of the land and the house, but ye ken weel enough to all the tenants as are old enough to remember, ye’ll be the true laird till the day ye die. No sense denyin’ it.”

He chose not to argue but rather to change the subject.

“Have ye heard from Rabbie of late? He’s settled in London still?”

“Aye,” she had smiled before giving Jamie a summary of the last letter she’d had from him.

It took time and effort to get her to talk about herself and her past. As she began to trust him with more of the details of herself and her first two marriages, he found himself sharing more than he expected about his past as well, specifically Claire. He had long ago gotten used to the ache and yearning for her; it was simply a part of him at that point. The comfort of being able to talk of her though, that was new. He couldn’t understand why talking of her with Mary was more soothing and less painful than talking of Claire with people who had known her better––Jenny or Ian. Perhaps it was because Mary didn’t seem to pity him for having been broken by the loss; she too was a little broken.

Though they grew to understand and appreciate each other, the match itself was considered an odd one by the families that lived and worked around the estate. Mary had been right about folk still viewing Jamie as the laird and the laird––even one as respected and compassionate as Jamie––was not supposed to marry one of his servants. It was a fact that might have been overlooked were it not for the never-to-be-forgotten fact of Ronald MacNab and his betrayal.

Everyone had pitied Mary at the time and quietly judged Ronald for what he did to his wife and child whenever he’d been drinking. Everyone who heard about the beating Jamie had given the man his mistreatment of those whose care belonged to him had agreed the bullying drunkard deserved it. Everyone had banded together to see justice done for their laird when Ronald betrayed Jamie. Everyone had settled down to their lives after the fire, content that balance had been restored when Mary along with her Rabbie were taken in at Lallybroch and given occupation.

But Jamie marrying Mary––even so many years later––unsettled that balance in ways that couldn’t be explained. It cast events long past in a questionable light; it elicited narrowed eyes; it encouraged tongues to wag.

Neither Jamie nor Mary was oblivious to the change and neither wanted to be at the center of such attentions. After going to Edinburgh to fetch some things that Jenny wanted for up at the main house, Jamie proposed a change and Mary agreed that one fresh start deserved another.

“I want ye to be happy,” Mary insisted quietly to Jamie.

“I wasna unhappy,” he pointed out to her, taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Before I was but… no wi’ you.”

“I’m glad of that,” she told him with a smile. “But I ken ye well enough to know that ye will be if ye let her go again. She can give ye more of what ye need than I can. I’m no ashamed to admit it.”

“And have you been happy?” Jamie asked in turn, suddenly afraid.

“Aye,” she assured him with a nod. “It’s been a peace I didna ken was possible in marriage and for that I’ll always be thankful to ye. I dinna want ye thinkin’ ye havena treated me well.”

“What does it matter how I’ve treated ye in our marriage if I leave it to end like this? I’ll no leave ye wi’out someone to provide for ye.”

“I ken well ye’re too honorable a man to do somethin’ like that, James Fraser.”

“Ye canna stay in a city like this on yer own and goin’ back to Lallybroch would be an insult to ye that I couldna countenance. And there’s nothin’ to say that Claire… She may no want me back…”

“Well, ye’ll never ken for certain if ye dinna talk wi’ her. And ye’re right about Lallybroch; we left for a reason. But ye ken Rabbie’s been after me to visit him in London. He’s wed now and I’ve yet to meet the lass,” Mary mused. “First things first, though. Go after Claire.”

Jamie nodded and rose brushing himself off. Mary set about untying his heavy leather apron for him and gave him directions for the way Ian had set off after Claire.

“I’ll speak wi’ Geordie and lock up here,” she told him. “Then I’ll stop at the butcher and start on supper. Ian will be lookin’ for food after runnin’ about. Mhá lorg thu i.”

(To be continued)

Title: Sleep With Me

Pairing: Sherlolly

Word Count: 1880

Rating: K/G

Summary: When Sherlock offered the sleepy pathologist his bed he really hadn’t intended on joining her…

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An amused smirk twitched at one corner of Sherlock’s lips as he watched Molly fail in her attempt to stifle a yawn.

“Why don’t you just stop fighting it and go to sleep?”

“’m fine,” Molly mumbled around another uncontainable yawn.

“I’m not Rosie, you know,” Sherlock snapped mildly. “I’m not an infant. You do not have to keep an eye on me every second.”

Molly caught her bottom lip between her teeth, either in contemplation or to bite back a retort, Sherlock wasn’t entirely sure.

“Well, maybe… Maybe I will just kip here for a bit.” She put aside the book she had been reading and stretched out on the sofa, wriggling around for a moment to find a comfortable position.

“You can use my bed,” Sherlock offered, distractedly plucking at the strings of his violin. “You’ll be much more comfortable.”

Molly’s head popped up, her eyes slightly wide. “W-what about you?”

Sherlock huffed. “I highly doubt I will be doing any sleeping tonight.”

“Oh. Then maybe I should stay up and keep you company,” Molly purposed, looking unsure about leaving Sherlock on his own even if she would just be in the next room.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sherlock dismissed. “There’s no need for the both of us to lose sleep. Especially when you’re tired and I’m not. I’ll be fine.”

Molly sighed. “Okay. If you’re certain.”

“I am.”

Molly hauled herself up from the sofa and crossed the room. “Don’t hesitate to wake me if you feel any urges.”

Sherlock arched his brows at her.

“Oh you know what I mean,” Molly huffed, rolling her eyes, trying to appear exasperated, but the touch of pink tinting the tips of her ears gave away her embarrassment.

Sherlock smiled. “Yes. Will do, Molly. Goodnight.”

Molly sighed. “Night, Sherlock.”

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Destiny {Remus Lupin}

i profusely apologise for my hiatus and coming back with something as crap as this. i had bad news and good news lately, so this was the happiest thing i could write, since the good news got me motivated but the bad stuff didn’t. anyway, enough about me. im sorry that this sucks so bad but i hope you at least enjoy this a little bit. i’ll get back into writing properly soon, i love you all.

this is kind of a mix of all of the remus requests in my inbox, excluding perhaps a couple. 

ps; thank you for 1k. <3 I love you all

Quieter people always observe their surroundings and the general feeling of the environment they settle in; Remus Lupin was no exception to this. If anything was slightly wrong or different to usual, he would begin to feel very uncomfortable, very unsettled, for it was not what he was used to, the opposite in fact. This is what drove him to find the problem with James Potter’s younger sister. Y/N Potter, a bubbly, joyous, young girl who could bring a smile to anybody’s face just by being around was in the year below James and his friends. They accepted her into their group, much to James’ protests; as much as he loved and adored her, he was uncomfortable with her being involved in everything that he was, similar to any older sibling. Lily Evans and herself were very close friends, but Lily too seemed unable to find the difference in her behaviour and general aura.

Over time, Y/N had become less like herself; instead of being involved with everybody’s conversations, she kept rather quiet and isolated; she studied more and would prefer to go straight to her dormitory after dinner, rather than stay in the common room. Once Remus had noticed her absence, he focused himself on her movements and watched her actions, finding her to always have a troubled look embedded into her usually soft features. After observing these changes for over four weeks, he decided it best to speak to her about it, rather than leave her to sort it out herself. On the second Saturday of November 1973, he waited for her after her late evening meal; the portrait hole fluctuated open to reveal the person on Remus’ mind. He advanced to her and politely asked for a moment of her time.

“What’s wrong, Rem?” Her voice was soft and angelic, yet tainted with the trouble of struggle. It was conspicuous that something had bothered her by the change in her voice; it was more strained and tired, worn out, different to the perky, uplifted tone to which it usually held. Worry lines etched across his features, Remus invited her over to the sofas in front of the fire to warm the girl up, the cold from the outside couldn’t have been helping how she was feeling at all.

“What’s wrong with you? You’re not the same at all and you’re worrying me. I care about you and just want to know if you’re okay,” he stressed the end part, letting her know that he was purely worried for her well-being. A small smile appeared on her lips; not her real smile and not an entirely genuine one, but a kind one. Her eyes flicked to the floor as she pushed her hair behind her ear.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,” her voice trailed off and she stood and hastily walked towards her dormitory. Remus blinked slowly and watched her walk off up the staircase with her arms tucked in front of her and her ponytail moving from side to side. As strange as the sudden movement was, Remus found it essential to not press her into telling him. If she wanted to tell him, then she would when she was ready to. He mentally agreed to keep a watch on her though, to make sure that she actually was alright.

On the third Friday of November, the Marauders stood huddled in a group in the Transfiguration courtyard. Sirius had his scarf loose around his neck which earned him an odd look from Remus and James, to which he scoffed and claimed that he was “too hot to wear a scarf”. Y/N who was watching the boys from behind a pillar smiled slightly, yet James just punched his friend’s arm. The girl’s smile dropped again when a familiar group of girls headed towards the boys; Lily Evans, Marlene McKinnon and Alice Prewett, her old friends. James and Lily spoke like usual, but what was unusual was that Marlene turned and began talking to Remus. Their voices were quiet over the indigenous sound of Y/N’s heartbeat, yet her heart began to ache and her vision went dazy when the two began laughing and getting very comfortable.

A surge of fire raced through the girl’s body; torn between making herself noticed or hastily exiting, she pushed her hair over her shoulder and readjusted her bag. Her middle finger was used to push her eyelashes up slightly before walking out to the courtyard and towards the group. James was the first to notice her and he smiled and waved her over. Initially, this was not what she wanted - she wanted people to realise that she was there but not spend time with them, however, if Y/N hadn’t have headed towards the group, she would have never heard the end of it. Footprints in the snow turned right and moved forward. James wrapped his arm around the girl’s shoulder and smiled.

“Looking forward to Christmas, Y/N?” he asked, a grin on his face as his eyes flicked down to look at the girl. Sirius had now noticed that she was there and put his arm around her other shoulder, which received a glare from James. Uncomfortable, she shook their arms off and took a small step away from the two.

“Yes and no,” she answered honestly, a sigh escaping her plump lips. The cloud of mist that escaped her dissipated in the air. “I’m looking forward to seeing mum and dad but I don’t think I could stomach the big dinner they’ll make this year.”

Her feet shuffled awkwardly, aware that the attention of the group was on her. A blush rose to her cheeks but it was masked by the snowflakes which were making all of her skin pink. Lily Evans rolled her eyes and turned to James to begin another conversation, Marlene began another with Remus and everybody’s laughter and happy conversations were killing her; Sirius watched with a frown as Y/N twiddled her thumbs and looked around before walking away. He went to follow her,  she was one of his friends too after all, but Remus stopped him.

“Let me go,” he muttered as he headed off after her. He didn’t care that he left Marlene alone or that he stopped Sirius; her quick escape was odd, as she would have usually started another conversation with somebody else, yet she hadn’t, she had left and it was that moment that he knew what Y/N was not herself. Concerned eyes scanned the corridors for any trace of the sad girl who was the one person on Remus’ mind. Meanwhile, Y/N was locked in a cubicle in the girls bathroom, fingers tangled in her hair as she aggressively tugged on her roots in an attempt to release some of the built up emotions inside of her.

Why was she feeling this way? Her and Remus had only been good friends since her first year, so the idea of having any sort of non-platonic feelings for him was absurd, surely. However, as much as she tried to force herself to believe that, the heart wrenching thought of him and Marlene getting close damaged her mindset even more. Tears of frustration fell down her cheeks as she replayed the situation in her head. The only person she knew that she could talk about the situation to was James, yet the problem came that he might feel uncomfortable with it. Despite the possibility, he was her only chance and so that night, in the Common Room, she pulled him aside before Lily could reach him and asked to go on a walk under his cloak.

Once they had reached a deserted corridor, the pair removed the cloak and James looked at his sister’s distressed features. Before he could ask her what was going on, she started talking.

“I know you’re not going to like this but you’re the only person I’m able to speak to about it. I like Remus,  I don’t know when or how the crush started, but I’m definitely into him. I must have realised earlier when I saw Marlene talk to him, she hates me and something fired up inside of me. I don’t know what to do, James,” a breath of relief ended her sentence. Y/N sat up straight, relieved of the stress of the situation and looked at James’ face, which seemed to be in deep thought.

“You should just tell Rem,” he replied, shrugging slightly. “I know for a fact that he likes you back, I wasn’t happy about it but at least I know you aren’t going to get messed around by any boy, Remus isn’t like that at all. Like I said, just speak to him and I promise you’ll feel a lot better.”

His arm was strewn around her shoulder as they walked back to the Common Room, a slight flush on her face from the revelation that her feelings were being reciprocated. The portrait hole swung open and the siblings were confronted by a worried Remus who hugged them both at the sight of them.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” he sighed into their shoulders.

“Why wouldn’t we be?” Y/N laughed as she put her arm around the boy’s waist and tightened their embrace. His face flushed red as he pulled back and shrugged. James laughed and pat him on the back as he made his way over to Sirius, leaving the two alone.

“Remus, I have to tell you something,” she said in a quiet voice, causing his face to look up to hers. “I hadn’t ever realised this before but I know now and James told me to come right out and tell you that I’m kind of in love with you.”

“Really?” he asked, seemingly unsure but nonetheless happy. Y/N nodded her head and hid her goofy smile behind her hand as she pushed her hair back over her shoulders. Remus too grinned and pulled her into a tight embrace, to which people around them began to cheer and applaud, for the two who were destined to be together were finally together.


Tommy asking you to be a distraction for him in a meeting with an important client and you do an excellent job, making Tommy jealous.

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“No, Tommy! I will not do that.” You crossed your arms across your chest, a stubborn stance that couldn’t even come close to the outrage that sparked in your eyes. 

“Y/N. Please. Do me this one little favor.” Tommy Shelby wasn’t one to beg, but this was the closest you’d heard him come. You wondered what made this client so important, and why he wanted you to be the one to accompany him to, as you imagined, sweeten the deal.  “He’s coming from London to Small Heath to talk business. He’s some rich bloke who wants my advice. If he bets how I tell him, well, the payout would be pretty significant.” He met your eyes and you saw what was, for Tommy Shelby, genuine excitement at the prospect of swindling the man out of his money. 

“Tommy, what’s so different about this one? You get clients asking you to tell them how to bet all the time, what d’ya need me for?” You were outraged, frankly, that he’d ask you to do this. As one of Tommy’s oldest friends, you worked for him as a trusted secretary for both the legal and illegal aspects of the Shelby business. While he mostly hired you to take notes of his transactions, handle phone calls, and deal with scheduling, you felt like whoring you out to some client was a bit out of your jurisdiction. 

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Meet and Greet

pairing ; washington x reader

summary ; a little workplace meet and greet with the rest of the hamilsquad.

words ; 1490

warnings ; annoying charles lee; cursing (damn i shouldn’t cuss so much)


When most look at George Washington, CEO of American Enterprises, they think brooding, they think mean, they think power.

Everyone who worked underneath him, or in Alexander Hamilton’s case of beside him, knew this. They, of course, thought the same, because Mr. Washington was not one to joke around with, and he was not one to reflect rudeness on just because you happened to be having a particularly bad day that day.

The philosophy at work went something like this ─ if he’s got a straight face, today’s going to be a good day. If he’s got a frown, it’s not going to be so good, and if he’s got a smile, hell itself has reigned upon Earth and the world is ending as we know it, so PREPARE FOR IMPACT DAMMIT.

Simple, really. And if you’re the reason he’s got a frown, be prepared to feel the wrath of all your coworkers because “goddammit I have things I haven’t done yet and Mr. Boss is going to be on my back until I get them done by the end of the day. How could you do this?”

That happened quite frequently for Charles Lee, as well as any insubordinate employee, and Alexander himself has irked the boss to the point of being excused for the day just so George could get some time to think about what Alexander was going to do tomorrow.

Charles Lee often faced the utter wrath of George Washington just because he was so dumb, and so presumptuous and arrogant that he couldn’t get his damn head on straight. On multiple occasions, he’s been dismissed for the day and told by Hamilton that he would like to fight just so he could “learn the fucking lesson.”

Lee always took him up on these offers, but Washington always pulled them both out of it before he was forced to fire them for fighting at the workplace over something as stupid as words.

But, back to Washington, he was scary. That was the way clients described him when they walked in to talk to lawyers and adjusters, or when they had to call him personally because whatever adjuster or lawyer they were assigned wasn’t understanding their problem.

James Madison and Thomas Jefferson were the ones to find this out, deciding to conduct a “General Census.”

Furthermore, everyone knew not a thing about their CEO’s personal life. He never shared it with anyone, simply because no one had the guts to ask, and he would no doubt just leave your question hanging in mid-air, as if he didn’t hear it.

There was no ring on his finger, so most had just assumed he wasn’t in any type of relationship. And with the one picture frame on his desk that depicted him and what he said was “family,” the assumption still stood.

That was, until someone came in to see Washington. It went into PREPARE FOR IMPACT mode because he smiled at this person, when normally, if it was a client, he would just give them a nod and a small quirk of the mouth.

It was a girl, with h/c hair and e/c eyes, and a extremely smiley but shy personality. It was strange to see someone like that make George smile, especially because he was the exact opposite of that. He didn’t smile, and he wasn’t shy in the slightest ─ he simply knew how to take charge and speak his mind when necessary, as well as raise his voice loud enough to quiet an entire football stadium, let alone scare a bunch of workers into silence.

They went into his office, and about thirty minutes later, they came out. She was wearing a ring, and he was standing beside her with a soft smile on his face. “Can I meet them?”

“Yeah, but I do have to say, they are nothing special,” Washington warned.

“I’m sure they’re more than you say,” she leaned up and kissed his cheek, surprising Alexander as he looked up from his papers. Before she walked away, Washington grabbed her hand and pulled her against his chest, leaning down and giving her a few quick pecks ─ almost making Alex drop the papers in his hand and screech.

When she turned around, she looked about the room before spotting Alexander and trotting up to him. “Hi,” she said, sort of shyly, “I’m Y/n.”

“Alexander, Alexander Hamilton,” he whispered, looking over her. She was truly beautiful, which made him question how George Washington could get someone like her.

“You’re Alexander? Cool! George says a lot about you,” she giggled slightly, flicking her hand behind her to motion to the boss.

“Oh,” was all he could manage. He couldn’t stop looking at her and thinking about George and her. “No way.”

“Alexander? Are you okay?”

“Huh?” He snapped out of his reverie and shook his head, smiling warmly down at her, “Yeah, yeah, sorry. I’m fine, just… surprised, is all.”

“Surprised?” Her genuine curiosity caused her e/c to sparkle and a small quirk to make itself apparent at the tip of her lips.

“Yeah… how did– why– George?

“What about him?”

“You and George… how?

“Oh,” she laughed again, “I don’t know. He’s just… him.”

“Exactly,” Alexander tried to reason. “He’s him, and you’re you. You’re beautiful, a definite eleven, and he’s, well, no offence, but he’s definitely a solid six.”

She laughed quite heartily that time, her finger curving over her top lip and her torso reeling back, “I believe you’ve got those numbers mixed, hun, he’s definitely the eleven here. Also, thank you.”

“Yeah, but,” Alex couldn’t find the words to finish, so he just sputtered to silence.

She smiled at him, placing on hand on his arm and saying, “I would love to hear more, truly. But, I’m limited on my time and I’d like to meet the rest of you guys. So, if you don’t mind, I can just get your number from George and we can meet up sometime?”

“Yeah, sounds good. And I suppose George will show you everyone?”

“Yes, he will. It was nice meeting you, Alexander Hamilton.”


She walked off and met up with the CEO, linking their hands and walking to meet the rest of the “Office Boys,” as George had dubbed them.

One by one, they all pretty much had the same reaction as Alexander, and all were a delight to meet. Then, they came upon Charles Lee.

George had never said anything but bad about Mr. Lee, so y/n tried her best to avoid him, but near the end of the meet-and-greet, as they were headed back to Washington’s office, he had stepped directly in their path.

“Ah, you must be the guest here today,” he pushed himself off the door frame of Washington’s office, walking up and taking y/n’s hand to leave a much-longer-than-required kiss on.

“Indeed she is, Mr. Lee, but I’m afraid she hasn’t much time to talk, so if you could kindly─” Her fiancé’s voice was thick with annoyance, and she could practically hear the deep frown on his face, especially when Charles cut him off.

“Why, I find that quite difficult to believe, seeing as you’ve brought her around the entire building,” his eyebrow raised, as if challenging his boss to do something.

“Lee, I swear─”

“How unprofessional, especially in front of your dear friend.”

“Charles, I would love to, uhm, chat, but I’m afraid I’ve little time with my fiancé,” she felt the need to emphasize fiancé, strictly to get the message across that she was in no position to be swoon by another man, and that she was not interested in his advances. “So, if you would please get out of the way, that’d be great.”

“Fiancé? Mr. Washington, this is your… strange. But I suppose I will leave you to it, then,” he gave you one last smug smirk and walked away.

Scoffing, you turned around, looking around George grimacing, “Dickles Lee, more like.”

George held back his belt of laughter, shaking his head and pushing her into his office. “Dickles?” He asked once he closed the door. His smile was taunting, but his tone was more of just joking.

“Dickles, Mr. Washington. Dickles Lee.”

“Okay,” he looked up and let out another laugh, “whatever you say, love.”

He walked up to her and brought her into a hug, burying his head in her neck and smiling. They stayed like that in silence until she sighed and released him. “I must be on my way. I will see you tonight, back home. Love you, George.”

“Love you, too, y/n.”

She kissed him then walked toward the exit of his office. Opening the door, she stepped out, winked at him, then just as she was about to close the opening to the office, she heard him mutter, “Dickles.”

She quickly whipped around and yelled, “Dickles Lee, darling! Dickles Lee!”


cs future family — ღ — CaptainCharming II CaptainCobra — “I broke down crying in your Grandfather’s arms the night my daughter was born…” — or, you know, the night the wee babies are born and how these guys handled the whole thing.  (slightly)angsty fluff? :)

This is obviously never in a million years happening in canon, but I’m still craving already all the Daddy!Killian/Grandpa!Killian fluff, so here’s THIS anyway! I very selfishly needed it! :D Flashbacks are in Italics. (( AO3 ))

    Killian wishes he knew the exact way or words to help the lad. He knows in his heart that everything is going to turn out fine regardless, but he still wishes Henry knew this as well.

And he knows, oh Killian knows rationally Henry probably knows everything’s going to be okay already, but Killian also knows, from his own experience, that right this second, rationality isn’t exactly first on Henry’s mind.

So he waits it out. Killian doesn’t exactly want to approach Henry with his unsolicited opinion, but he still knows the two of them are bound to exchange some words at some point this day anyway.

Killian knows it’s not the right time yet though. The lad is seemingly trying to appear so tough and in control of the whole situation and Killian respects that.

Killian has to commend him for it even; he’s doing a much more believable job than Killian ever did once upon a time when he was in Henry’s shoes.

Needlessly to say, Killian Jones can’t be prouder of his lad right now.

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He’s losing it.

He’s shaking and he feels as though someone has a very tight grip on his heart right now. He feels sweaty and tingly —as though he’s being suffocated from the inside out. He tries to force himself to breathe but it comes out shallow and rapid. He shudders; eyes squeezing against the tears he doesn’t wish to cry.

His chest almost hurts and he wants— he doesn’t know what he wants —he just needs to do something, but he’s useless. All evening he’s done nothing but watch and it’s —it’s too bloody much for him to handle.

Killian turns facing a wall, his palm flat on the cool surface steadying him. He doesn’t trust his legs to hold him up so he leans heavily onto the wall, his forehead touching its surface. He breathes, harshly and unsteady, he wants to scream really —cry perhaps too, out of frustration and—

“Breathe,” a voice calls, and Killian hears it muffled by the sound of his very own heart pounding in his ears. “Breathe,”

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the one in which maya finds out lucas is engaged.

There wasn’t much that could break Maya’s heart. She put up a shield, a full on forcefield of armor protecting the tainted lines of her cracked heart. She was fierce, hard, tough. And she was proud of that. Nothing could hurt her.

But then it happened…

Her phone chimed, informing her she had a new text, and just like that all the good, the light, and the hope in her life disappeared as quickly as he did that one day after high school when he just left. It was that text. That one stupid text from Riley that changed it all. That reversed any and all progress she thought she was making with moving on from Lucas, obviously she wasn’t doing a very good job, because when she read the text her heart crumbled.

She remembers it so clearly—the beginning—"Hi, I’m Maya. You’re really cute!“ And the end, where all she has to remember of their downfall is hushed whispers and tears dropping down her cheeks like rain falling from the sky during a harsh storm. She wishes the clouds would’ve cleared from the sky and the rain would have stopped for even just one small second for her to see things clearly. Maybe then, she would’ve been able to stop him from packing up and leaving everything behind to start new, to start without her.

But she didn’t stop him from leaving everything behind. She didn’t stop him and now it’s too late and he’s too far gone. He’s far gone with someone else, somebody new.

She crawls into bed and loud sobs escape from her small body. She wonders if there was anything that this girl gives to Lucas that she couldn’t, she thinks and thinks until her brain hurts, and she eventually passes out from the heartache.

She wakes up a few hours later due to a constant ringing on her phone.

“What.” She snaps, not bothering to check the caller because she knows only one person would even be attempting to bother her with the recent news of Lucas’ engagement.

“Uhhh, hey Maya.”

Well, that wasn’t who she was expecting.

“Lucas?” Her voice is small, tender, most of all, it’s scared and held back, like she’s afraid to show how hurt she’s been because of him.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s me. Uh, sorry for calling without warning or anything. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He sounds genuine. She wants to reach through the phone and slap him.

“Make sure I’m okay?” She laughs bitterly. “Nothing about me is okay, Lucas. You should know that. You left, remember?”

“Yeah…. I remember.” He replies after a few minutes of silence.

“You want to know what the worst part of this all is? I still had hope for us. I still had hope.” A lonely tear falls down her cheek. “I thought maybe one day you would come back to me because that’s just how you and I work, we always find our way back to each other no matter what.”


“I guess I know better now.”

She hangs up.

Woke Up Alone;Haechan

Genre: huge angst (im ready to make some people cry im sorry)

Request: @hqleetaeyong my babe requested this a month back for an angst haechan scenario so here it is skdmdn

A/N: i spent so much time on this omg dont kill me after yall read this please

*Warnings: de*th/depression

Word Count: 2,481


Nothing seemed to be going your way anymore-you were flunking all your class assignments and tests despite your constant efforts to revise and study, and all because of a small misunderstanding, your friends had turned their back on you.

The people you once could lean on and gain support from, were now gone.

The digits on the weighing scale added more salt to the wound, constantly reminding you of how you weren’t as slim as the people around you, and that you had lost many you once thought were worthy because of this small matter.

Nobody seemed to understand you. Once you thought everything was going well, it all fell apart again, leaving you at your most vulnerable.

You needed someone to hold you in their arms, remind you that you were loved and appreciated. And most importantly, you wanted someone who could give you love and comfort.

But you didn’t have anyone.

You couldn’t even trust yourself anymore.

You hated yourself more than anyone could ever.

You blamed yourself for everything that had happened.

You were completely alone.

But yet at the end of every day you found yourself lying on your bed, all curled up in the warmth of your own arms, thoughts running deeply in your mind. All you could do to make everything better was to assure yourself that it’ll get better.

At the end of the day, you could depend on no one else but yourself-

-as much as you hated it.


His face was etched vividly at the back of your mind, and you couldn’t help but think about him for the fifth time that day. His small and shy smile and laughter replayed in your head as you remembered how he reached out his hand excitedly to shake yours, then slightly bowing as he flashed you his bright smile again, his eyes forming into the shape of crescent moons.

Just this itself could make you smile, the first time you ever did genuinely in a few weeks.

“My name’s Haechan! I’m looking forward to working with you all hehe”

You remembered how he said that sentence in an excited tone, and behind his voice it was as though you could feel a small boy jumping inside of him, ready to fill your days with laughter and joy.

You found yourself smiling once again, before you snapped out of your trance as you catched a glimpse of yourself in the mirror seating by the bedside.

How long has it been since you last smiled like that?

How could a boy you just met today make you feel so happy and contented?

The next morning, you were more than excited to head of to the cafe for work- for the first time ever.

The lady dressed in full black, your boss, looked at you shock as soon as she saw you enter the cafe, then squinting her eyes, “Why are you here so early today, Miss Y/N, i thought you dreaded work? Is something up?”

You let out a small laugh before shaking your head, placing your bag in the usual spot in the staff room, “No, i just.. felt good today”

Your boss gave you a comforting smile, then pat your back, “I was joking. I’m glad that you are, i told you working in a cafe could help clear your mind hm?”

You smiled back at her. You were thankful and grateful for her care and concern towards you, and you only had her to thank for making you feel much better than you were a few weeks back.

She had noticed you completing blanking out in a bookshop near your house, and immediately asked if you were okay. Finally having someone to even worry over you, you couldn’t help but break down in front of her, a complete stranger at that time, and letting everything out that you had been holding in forever.

She completely understood, and promised to help you out. Which was why you were currently able to work as a barista in her small cafe, after she offered that it may help you get your mind off things a little.

And it did.

You put on your apron swiftly, then started to set everything up, preparing the cups and ingredients needed.

Not long after the door to the cafe opened once again, and you were met with the eyes of the one you had been thinking of the whole night.

His soft brown hair was slightly covering his eyes, and his dark brown skin seemed to glow under the sun. He caught eye contact with you and bowed slightly, the sides of his cheeks raising up, his eyes turning into thin lines again.

You returned a shy smile, eyes unable to leave him.

Your eyes followed him as he made his way to the staff room, then to the empty spot right beside you.

“Y/N? Good morning!” he waved his hands in front of your face, followed by a small giggle.

You stuttered a little, “H-Hi, good morning” before giving a small awkward wave back, causing him to laugh.

He shook his head then smiled to himself, “You’re so cute”

His words hit you all of a sudden, and you felt a tingling feeling throughout your whole body. Your cheeks started to burn as you tried quickly looked away from him, “o-oh.. am i?”

You closed your eyes and mentally slapped yourself for the words that just came out from your mouth.

Surprisingly, Haechan nodded his head, then held out a thumbs up in front of you, saying even louder to you, “Yes you are”

Naturally, your lips started to curl up as his words replayed in your mind over and over again, your heart quickening its pace every single time.

He was special, how could someone you only just met made you this happy?


“Y/N!!!!! I got us some chicken, open your door and stop sleeping you pig” Haechan’s loud voice rang through your whole apartment, as his fingers repeated pressed the doorbell.

You peered your head out of your room, eyes squinting at the bright light from the door, then letting out a groan and laying back in bed, “Just open it, it’s not locked”

You heard shuffling from the outside as you closed your eyes again, hoping that you could get back some of the sleep you lost due to Haechan’s shouting.

However, his voice rang loudly again, “Do you not know how dangerous it is to not lock your door i cant believe you did that, what if something happened to you?”

Haechan nagged at you as he shook your legs lightly, trying to wake you up.

But seeing that you had no reaction at all to his doings, he jumped right on the bed beside you, then attacking you with tickles, causing you to scream and laugh out loud.

After a few minutes of the ‘wrestling’, Haechan hit your arm lightly, slightly out of breath, then nagging at you once again with his now obvious irritated voice, “Wake up now please”

You turned to face him abrutly at his words, your smile slowly fading away into an expression of admiration as he was only an inch away from you.

5 months of friendship but you all had never been this close.

It made your heart race.

And there was a moment of silence

You saw Haechan gasped a little, his eyes falling from your eyes to your lips, his cheeks turning into a light pink as he got up quickly.

His voice softened as soon as his eyes met your gaze.

“C-Come out, let’s eat the chicken before it gets cold.”

You shook your head and covered your face to forget everything that had happened, but your heart wasn’t cooperating.

It was beating really quickly, and loudly.

Does he know i like him?

Does he like me too?


His arms were around your shoulders, your head on his chest. His soft and warm voice acting as a lullaby as he sang you a short tune. He was caressing your hair lightly, both of your breathings together as one.

“It’ll be fine, don’t worry” Haechan said those words to you for the third time that night, attempting to make you feel better after you started breaking down suddenly after being not able to sleep.

And you blame overthinking for it-your thoughts got the better of you again and you just started thinking of every single negative thing that had ever occurred to you.

Next thing you know, Haechan has rushed right over to your house immediately after getting your call, despite it being at a late 2AM.

You nodded your head at his words, wiping your tears once more, snuggling deeper into his chest as you wrapped your arms around his torso.

Someone was finally there for you when you needed it.

He made you feel appreciated and cared for, and you couldn’t thank him enough for that.

You felt comfortable in his arms, against his body.

His arms never left you once that night and you felt secure, and safe.

Only he could make you have that feeling.

You were deeply in love with him.


Just like any other day, you found yourself waiting patiently for him to walk into the cafe, face full of smiles and happiness, pulling the strings of your heart and making your day full.

Especially today, you wanted to see him the most, mainly because you had wanted to tell him something important-your feelings.

Your eyes would lit up in excitement whenever you saw the door to the cafe open, but would droop into disappoint when you weren’t met with the person you wanted to see most everyday.

Two hours later and he was still not here, and you were worried sick.

Is he not feeling well? Did something happen? He hasn’t been replying since yesterday.

Your eyes would quiver as you’d blank out occasionally, as your mind would drift off to think about where Haechan was and where he went.

He never skipped work once, even when he was sick, it was unlike him.

You tried calling him, but there no answer.

You went back that day feeling devastated, as though you had lost everything. One day without seeing him and you were back to the old you, how could you live without him?

The next day you went to work enthusiastic again, hoping that he’d appear. But he still hasn’t returned to any of your calls or messages.

After a long and tiring day of being disappointed countless times, you sighed and made your way back home, alone, unlike the usual days where Haechan would accompany you and fill you with his jokes and funny stories, turning you into an endless fit of laughter.

The third day, still no replies or his appearance. It was as if he disappeared into thin air.

Day of day you’d make your way to the cafe, holding on to the small strand of hope that he was going to come back, but none of it happened.

You were getting less and less and motivated, and you did everything with almost no emotion. You didn’t feel happy anymore, that is, without Haechan right by your side.

Your boss had noticed and she knew the reason why, and she knew she had to tell you sooner or later.

“Y/N, could you come here for a talk? We’ll stop work after this,” she called out to you softly, motioning you to seat beside her at one of the small tables.

You nodded without saying a word, then sat beside her emotionlessly, mind filled with thoughts of that one person.

The lady beside you took in a deep breath before placing her hand on your thigh, “I know you’ve been feeling upset lately.. and it’s because Haechan’s gone suddenly, right?”

You turned your head to her immediately at the mention of his name, then raised your eyebrows at her, “Yes, do you know why? Did he tell you?”

She sighed again, then closed her eyes, a look of remorse on her face, “You see… Y/N, Haechan.. he’s… gone”

You were confused at her words, as you furrowed your eyebrows together, your hand holding tightly onto hers, “What do you mean.. gone? Did he move to another country? Where did he go”

She frowned, as you could see her trying to hold her tears back, “You see, Y/N. Haechan, you thought he was that one kid that’s always happy right? Truth is he’s gone through much more than you and he’s actually really really sad inside. But he told me not to tell you so you wouldn’t worry, and i took him in here because he heard of you and wanted to cheer you up, because he didn’t want you to feel like him. He, was overwhelmed by a lot of things too these past months but he kept it from you. He couldn’t take it anymore and he.. went to a better place, at least he’s happy there. Y/N, please i know you love him a lot and he’s always so happy telling me about you and-”

You ran out of the door and onto the road after hearing all those words, your tears rolling down your cheeks endlessly as you didn’t want to believe what you just heard. You heard shouts calling out for you, but before you knew it, a huge blow threw you onto the floor and you were met with pitch darkness.


The wind from the air conditioning’s blowing strongly in your direction, making you hide even deeper under your sheets, trying to find warmth.

But nothing was the same anymore.

Outside your room were people talking and walking around, holding flowers or basket of fruits to visit their loved ones, each of their rooms filled with care, love and warmth.

But for you, your hospital room was filled with utter silence, other than the constant beeping from the heart rate machine standing beside you.

It seemed to be your only friend.

You room was cold, dark and empty.

No one was there for you, again.

His face was the only thing you could think of, as the memories that you two had spent over the past 9 months replayed in your head, remembering even the smallest detail.

Because he meant that much to you.

And he still does, but does it even matter now?

You wiped the tear falling from your swollen eyes roughly as you hid your face in your arms,

you were used to this

after all, you still ended up waking up alone.