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anonymous asked:

Americans never understand but in Toronto the biggest population of people are from the carribean. So that's why Drake sounds like that not because he's faking an accent. That's the culture he crew up in so it makes sense that he sounds like that. Canadians of Carribean origin make up Toronto's biggest non European population. It's just annoying cause American think black Canadians basically have no culture or we're just supposed to sound like whites. If we have accents we're accused of faking.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your writing! Can you write an Andriel fic where someone (nathan's men, burglar, you decide!) breaks into Neil's apartment while he's face timing with Andrew and Andrew is all worried and stuff over the phone :)

thank you so so much, precious anon! ask and you shall receive. also on AO3.

send me prompts :)


“And if I move Davis to the left, then Salazar has way too much ground to cover. But if I don’t, then he’ll have to keep up with Rhodes, and we all know he can’t handle her…” Neil is going round and round with these ideas for new plays, mostly to himself. Andrew flicks his eyes away from the zucchini he is currently dicing to look at Neil on his computer screen, scribbling away in his notebook approximately 1,226 miles away.

He watches Neil stop writing. Tilt his head to left. Sigh. And draw a giant X over everything he’s been working on for the past hour and a half.

Andrew rolls his eyes and shakes his head, though he really doesn’t know why he is surprised. Neil’s new position as the leading striker on the Baton Rouge Pirates includes more responsibilities than he had on his first pro team. Neil will undoubtedly be up for several hours working on this one play, and Andrew will be a silent spectator, contributing the occasional snarky comment when asked for his opinion.

Finished with the zucchini, Andrew adds it in with the rest of the vegetables and tosses them into the pan with his already sizzling potatoes. He moves to the sink to rinse the knife he was using and return it to the knife block on the counter, a house-warming gift from Bee.

Neil is still thinking out loud, going on about Davis’s apparent lack of speed and general know-how. Truthfully, Andrew could not care less about any of it. But he finds that just the even sound of Neil’s voice makes him feel more relaxed, a little less on edge than usual. Even if he is just droning on about Exy, it’s almost like they aren’t on different sides of the country. They FaceTime at least twice a week, and it brings Andrew much more comfort than he will ever be willing to admit. He likes Denver, but not as much as he hates Neil.

“Ugh! I’m done. I’m so done. If I look at this for another second, I’ll light it on fire,” comes Neil’s exasperated complaint. Andrew is tending to his vegetables, but he can hear the shuffling of paper and what sounds like a pen hitting a wall.

“Luckily for you, I disabled your fire alarm,” Andrew says, purposefully ignoring Neil’s tantrum.

Andrew turns in time to witness Neil’s dramatic sigh, complete with his head rather forcefully meeting his folded arms on the table. Andrew rolls his eyes, yet again, and turns the stove off before plating his masterpiece. He walks over to where his laptop is sitting on the counter and picks it up, taking Neil with him to the table. Neil must notice all the noise because he finally sits back up and rests his chin in his hand.

They look at each other for a moment before Andrew drags his gaze away and settles his attention on something else, anything else. This is his least favorite part. The way they can see and hear each other, almost feel like they’re together, but then he can’t even make actual eye contact with Neil. It’s trivial, really. It shouldn’t bother him this much, but it does. The awkward cycle of looking at Neil, then looking at the tiny screen in the corner housing his own reflection, then attempting to look into the camera like maybe Neil will understand what Andrew won’t say.

“Staring,” Andrew says, mainly as a distraction from these unwelcome thoughts.

“Uh-huh,” Neil snorts in response, like he can see right through Andrew. He probably can.

Andrew looks back to see Neil look to his right and let a small smile creep onto his face. He vanishes from view for about thirty seconds, then reappears with an armful of Sir Fat Cat McCatterson.

“Oh look. It’s still alive. Joy.”

Neil laughs. “Shut up, you adore him and you know it.”

“I hate him slightly less than I hate most other things.”

Neil tosses Andrew a triumphant smile. “Exactly.”

Andrew offers only a noncommittal grunt in return.

“So what should we do when I’m off next week? I bought my ticket already, by the way. I get in at 9:45 Sunday night.”

“We could drive to the top of Mount Evans, and I could leave you there,” Andrew replies.

“Finally find a decent place to hide my body? I’m actually a little disappointed. You should at least cross state lines, getting rid of me a mere 65 miles away is too suspicious. You know they always suspect the boyfriend first.”

Andrew lets the term slide in favor of silently flipping Neil off.

Neil’s ensuing laughter is cut short when he turns his head sharply to the left, toward his front door.

“What?” Andrew asks.

Neil is quiet for several seconds, much too long for Andrew’s liking.

“I think someone just picked my lock.”

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Ice Cream

So many of you guys requested a part two for “Intentions,” so here it is!
Hope you guys like it xx

Title: Ice Cream
Pairing: Harry Hook x reader
Summary: Harry interrupts an ice cream trip between you and Ben and is determined for his intentions to finally be fulfilled
Word Count: 1,238
Warnings: food mention, mild sexual tension but nothing legitimate
Notes: be sure to read the first part here  

Your name: submit What is this?

            "How many more times do I have to thank you?“ Ben complains. "I already bought you ice cream.”

           "One, you always buy me ice cream,“ you answer, happily taking a spoonful of the cold treat. "And two, Harry’s still annoying me, so I expect many more thank you’s.”

           "You called?“

           You don’t even need to feel the hook gently brush against the underside of your chin to know it’s Harry, but of course, he does it anyway. You roll your eyes as Harry pulls up a chair beside you and puts his arm around your shoulders. Ben just gives you a stern look, silently telling you to be nice.

           "Hi Harry,” you grumble, shaking his arm off of you.

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A/N:

Hello~

Thank you all for waiting for my late update! I’ve benn studying hard and taking those tests seriously. I only have 3 more to go. I hope you are doing good in school/ work too~

Thank you again for reading my reactions!



T.O.P
You were outside at the party and had a lot of fun when a woman came and started talking with you. He was next to you talking to her boyfriend and drinking wine together. He was smiling and having fun but you had some difficult with understanding what that woman wants from you. When her boyfriend and T.O.P were looking away or weren’t near she just started talking how she uses her boyfriend only for money and then when they came back she started talking how great he is and how he treats her well. You had enough listening to her and when they came back you said:
“Sweetie, if you’re gonna be two faced at least make one of them pretty.”
The woman and her boyfriend offended walked away and T.O.P scolded you for saying such mean things to a person but in the car later he laughed so hard you couldn’t stop him. He really adored your sarcasm and your sassy attitude. He especially liked when you would reply to mean comments with your swag and make those people take back his words. He was happy because you were sassy you didn’t let other people judge you or make bad comments about you.

Originally posted by tabi-ears

G-Dragon
Jiyong just came home late at night from the airport where he flew from the USA. He was really tired and because of his work he was a little depressed. You really wanted to cheer him up so you made him the best coffee and let him tell you about his business trip. He also brought you a gift, a shirt with a caption ‘swag’ on it. He was glad you liked it but he was exhausted so you let him go shower. Right before he went to bed you wishpered to him:
“Don’t be ashamed of who you are. That’s your parents job.”
When you said that to him he smiled and kissed you on your cheeks. He remembered why he loves you so much- because of your awful sarcastic jokes and amazing love you always showed him. He fell asleep hugging you and with a shining smile on his face. 

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne

Taeyang
You were working on your college studying and took a short break when he came home. He told you how your studying is important to him and how you must be successful in college so you will get a good job. He kept saying how proud will he be if you get A’s on the tests. He kept worrying about the marks you’ll get and it was getting pretty annoying to you. While you ate a strawberry in kitchen he came again and you put your finger to his mouth to keep him shut.
“The only BS in my life are bags and shoes.”
He was quite surprised by your words and he understood he might be too annoying with all those words but he still laughed at the sarcastic voice of yours, because he thought it was funny. He thought it was funny and cute when you made sassy statements like those. 

Originally posted by sofiatherese92

Daesung
After your busy day at work you came home finding Daesung playing drums. When he saw you came home he started a conversation. You were always happy to talk with him and see him but today was one of your bad days. You did talk with him and when he inturrupted you sentance and spoke on you stared at him for a moment and than added:
“Oh, I’m sorry, did the middle of my sentence interrupt your begining?”
He was offended by your words and apologized for interrupting your talking. He felt bad because of that and went in the bedroom to chill and relax. He kept thinking why you would get so upset over such a thing, although it was rude. You realized your words may have been too much and apologized to him too.

Originally posted by y0226d

Seungri
You are both a king and a queen of sass. He always got your sassy statements about clothes or movies. As you were walking in the shopping mall you saw some cute dresses and ordered him to tell you how you look. You predicted he wouldn’t like shopping a lot but he was just fine watching you in a different dresses. One was glittery and another one was all pink. He said both suits you but the pink one is sexier.
“Some girls are just born with glitter in their veins”
He couldn’t help but to cringe at your statement. He was proud you realized how beautiful you are and to make sure everyone else sees that he bought you the pink dress, because you already have enough glitter in you veins

Originally posted by fantastic--babies

Title: My Girls

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: As always, feedback is appreciated. Good, bad, whatever.

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests


You blinked awake as the morning sun streamed through your hospital window, eager to hold your sweet, baby girl again. You had given birth in the early hours of the morning after 14 hours of labor. She was healthy, she was beautiful. You on the other hand, you were exhausted; nestling her to your chest, you had soon fallen asleep. You glanced over to the clear hospital bassinet beside you, only to find it empty. You had a moment of panic before your eyes settled on the hulking frame of your boyfriend, Auston. He was reclining on a chair by the window, his slippered feet propped up on the windowsill. Your daughter’s tiny body was bundled in a soft, gray blanket; lying on Auston’s chest. One of his large hands rested over her, keeping her firmly tucked to his body; with the other his thumb was rubbing light circles on her tiny hand as she gripped his index finger. You watched his lips move, as he spoke softly to your newborn daughter. 

“Your grandma and grandpa are so excited to see you. Your aunts have already bought you every book, outfit, and toy and baby could ever need.” he said quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “I can’t wait for you to meet them. There are so many people waiting to meet you.” he continued. He gazed down at her, letting out a contented sigh. “I’m so glad you’re finally here.”

You smiled at them from the bed, not wanting to disrupt the moment. A few seconds later, Auston glanced up at you; noticing you were he awake he smiled before bringing his feet back to the ground, readjusting his hands to support your little one.

“Look peanut, momma’s finally awake.” Auston told your daughter softly before carefully standing up and walking over to you, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. “I talked to the doctor about an hour ago.” he said to you. “We’re going to get discharged by early afternoon.” he grinned, leaning over, kissing you.

“How is she?” You ask, shifting on the bed so Auston could sit on the bed beside you.

“Pefect.” he grinned, bringing his legs onto the bed, shifting the little one so she was cradled in his arms, giving you a perfect view of her little pink face. “She’s doing great, the doctor is happy with all the test results. I fed her about an hour ago, changed her diaper. My parents are catching a plane out on Tuesday morning; Peanut and I Skyped with your mom when she called, I sent her the information for her flight. I ordered groceries that’ll be delivered this afternoon so we don’t starve.” he rattled off. “I have the car seat ready to go and your bag is pretty much packed.”

“What, Aus, how long was I asleep? How did you get so good at this dad thing so quickly?” you asked in wonderment.

“Not that long.” He chuckled. “You just did all the hard work, I wanted to make sure everything else was taken care of so you didn’t have to worry about it. Peanut already managed to convince Mitch to drop dinner off later so we don’t have to worry about it.” He said staring down at the bundle in his arms. He turned to you, a small frown playing on his lips. “Babe, when we found out you were pregnant, I panicked.” he admitted. 

“You didn’t seem panicked.” you said, surprised. “You were so much calmer than me.” You said, reaching up running your hand through his dark locks.

“I acted like I wasn’t so I didn’t stress you out, but babe, I was terrified. We’re so young.” he said, snaking his arm around your shoulders, the other still firmly wrapped around his little girl. “As soon as I found out I stared bugging Bozie and Hunwick for advice. After practice, on the plane, every chance I got. I wanted to make sure I was prepared. I wanted to make sure I knew how to take of her, how to make things easier for you.”

“I’d say you’re already doing a pretty fantastic job.” you smiled, reaching over and stroking the soft skin of her cheek, resting your head on Auston’s chest. 

“I’m glad you think so, (Y/N). I still can’t believe she’s really here.” he said, looking down at the bundle in his arms. “Thank you, babe, for all of this.” he smiled kissing your forehead. “I can’t wait to take my girls home.”


Requested by: @memz-elizabeth-

anonymous asked:

Ooo congratulations on your new job! Since it's prom season... how about a promposal fic? I guess in Auradon's case it would be a ball-posal though! :) Congrats again!

Oh, how cute! I didn’t get back until much later than I planned, so I’m writing this while I’m tired, but it’s too cute!


Guilt was becoming a more familiar emotion the longer they were in Auradon and it was one of the few things that Mal hated about her new school. She had felt it when Ben was drugged into loving her, she felt it when she held Fairy Godmother’s wand in her hands, she felt it every time she looked at her mother, small and scaly in a tiny cage.

Looking at the pride and excitement on Jay’s face, Mal felt that dreaded guilt again.

“I’ve been working on this for two nights,” he boasted. “I’ve kept it hidden under my bed, Pup has no idea.”

Mal didn’t roll her eyes at Jay’s ridiculously sweet nickname for his boyfriend. He never made fun of the names Evie gave her, she could return the courtesy.

“Are you sure he’ll…like this, Jay?”

“What do you mean?”

A giant, bright poster, spanning nearly the width of the room, laid at their feet. Swirled, elegant lettering spelt out ‘Carlos De Vil, will you go to prom with me?’ while stickers and crudely hand-drawn cartoons decorated the edges.

Jay looked at her cautiously, as if Mal was about to tear him down as often as she use to. “I was gonna have the cheerleaders hold it up at-.”

“Hold it up at the end of the last game.” Mal finished. “You told me. You said you were going to make a crazy announcement and have the tourney team lift Carlos in the air for it all?”

“Yep.” Jay crossed his arms and grinned.

“But Carlos doesn’t… He doesn’t like being the center of attention, Jay.” Mal pushed. “It makes him uncomfortable and nervous.”

He made a face, a mix of surprise and confusion, as if Jay doesn’t understand how he didn’t consider that or how Mal remembered it before he did. Jay furrowed his brows. “I-I know that.” He said quickly. “I was gonna make it quick.”

“Are you sure you want to ask him like this? I know you mean well, but this might embarrass him.”

“No it won’t!” Jay clenched his fists. “The whole point of this is to show I’m not embarrassed of him!” Mal opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it, waiting for Jay to continue. “I… I want Carlos to know that I… I like him and I don’t care who knows it.”

Mal considered his words, hand on hip. She ventured over to Jay’s bed and gestured for him to sit beside her. “Maybe Carlos just needs to know that you like him and that’s all. You don’t need to make a big deal of your relationship to the school for him to know that.”

“It was gonna be big and spectacular,” Jay pouted. “It was gonna be memorable.”

“How about just make it special for Carlos? He’s the only one you’re asking, not the whole school.”

Jay rested his chin on his hands. “I guess. All the Pup would really want is just for me to ask him in between classes or something,” he muttered.

Mal snickered. “You can make it a little more special than that. It’s not like your only options are to make a spectacle or to do nothing. It’ll still be nice to make it special.”

“Well what are you doing that’s so special?” A moment passed. “You don’t have anything planned, do you?”

“No.” Mal joined him, slouching forward to rest her chin on her hands. “I was just gonna ask her with flowers and chocolate but that’s too simple for E. I mean, she’ll love anything I do because she’s Evie. But I want her to really love it. Nothing is grand enough.”

“We should switch.”

“No thanks. Carlos is pretty, but not as pretty as Evie.”

Jay laughed and punched her shoulder. “I meant we should trade promposal ideas, not relationship partners.”

“That’s…not a bad idea, actually.” Mal sat straighter, finger to her lips in thought. “Can you get Carlos’ name off of that sign?”

“I was joking.”

It was Mal’s turn to punch his shoulder. “But it’s perfect. E would love a huge, crazy prom ask in front of the whole school. I already bought the choc- don’t give me that look. Yes, I bought them, not stole - I bought the chocolates already, you can have them if I can take your sign.”

Jay gave her a sideways look. “Flowers and chocolate… Well, maybe chocolate and a new tool kit would really make Carlos happy. He would love that actually.”

“Let me take a look at this sign,” Mal hopped off of the bed and knelt on the ground. “I could go over and re-do a lot of these pictures,” she traced Jay’s pencil sketches and looked up, “I can definitely improve this. Can you pull some favors with the tourney team for me?”

“Yeah. You scare the piss out of Chad and Ben is still sweet on you,” Jay snickered. “If you get Evie out on the field at the end of the game, I can hook you up with the megaphone.”

A grin took over Mal’s face. Her smiles were no longer mischievous and nasty, but genuine and excited; the reminder of the change in his friend brought a smile to Jay’s own face.

“This is gonna be perfect! E will love having everyone watch her get asked to prom and have the cheerleaders holding up signs for her,” Mal’s grin grew at the idea of surprise and happiness on her girlfriend’s face. This is exactly what Evie would want, she bloomed like the fairest flower under attention and would flourish being in front of the entire student body.

Mal stood quickly, reaching for the door and calling over her shoulder. “I’m going to run back to my room, I’ll bring the box of chocolates and some paint!”

Her guilt for ruining Jay’s grand promposal effort was forgotten and replaced with two new emotions: excitement and joy. True, Mal had never experienced those things before Auradon, but the reason for them had been with her for many years. Excitement and joy were found in expressive brown eyes and curly blue hair, in soft hands and a softer voice, in ridiculous nicknames and in kisses that left Mal breathless.

And Goodness, she was going to make asking Evie to prom as exciting and joyful as the princess herself.

BTS + HALLOWEEN

BTS with there GF in halloween night headcanon or reaction would be so fantastic and kinda scary and lovely,,, don’t overwork urself please u need to relax before the surgery ALL THE SUPPORT FROM DUBAI <3 !

Seokjin:

★this is when he goes c r a z y with his recipes  

★he’ll get you out of bed at dawn  

★head down to the shop   

★and get a trolley full of ingredients 

★he’ll have all the things he wants to make printed out 

★it’s mostly things that would be served at a party for kids

★’why do we need thirty spider cupcakes?’

★’because jungkook will like them’

★’you’re given them all to him?’

★’do you want any?’

★’well yeah’

★’you can have two’

★’i’ll take it’

★he’ll spend time icing each pastry 

★when you’re done cooking 

★the kitchen will be a mess

★a complete mess

★’hand me a cloth’ 

★’we’ll clean it later’ 

★’but’

★’WE NEED TO PUT THESE IN CUTE BAGS’

★so the rest of the day is spent combining sweets with small decorations and putting them into various coloured bags

★he’ll thrive off the joy that are on the kid’s faces when they see the beautiful goodies

★if there are some left after the trick or treaters are done

★he’ll make hot chocoalte

★set the goodies out on the table

★and you’ll feast

★until you fall asleep against eachother  


Yoongi:

★netflix n spook in his studio  

★he’ll have made a playlist of stuff that fits the theme 

★he took some blankets and snacks with him when he arrived this morning 

★he’ll text you in the evening to tell you to come in 

★will have actually put some small decorations up 

★a small nest of blankets will have been made on the floor

★when you arrive he’ll pull you down and wrap your arms around him

★before he turned on the film

★you’re probably going to fall asleep there

★and the boys will probably take pictures

★but it’s warm

★comfy

★and you’re in yoongi’s arms

★so who cares?  


Hoseok:

★freaks out over the trick or treaters member 1 

★halloween is all about getting the place decorated 

★and giving out treats to the kids that come 

★the moment you’re both up  

★you eat

★then it’s getting to making the home look spooky

★and preparing treat bags

★he has no scary decorations

★it’s all bright 

★and sparkly 

★cute > spooky

★he’ll put in so much effort

★mickey will also be decorated

★in angel wings

★he’ll have the biggest grin on his face while he hands out sweets

★when the trick or treating is done

★all of his attention is on you

★you’ll get snacks

★put on a film

★and cuddle  


Namjoon:

★takes you to a dope party

★has to match with you 

★so people know you’re together 

★or else he’ll sulk  

★’you have to go matching to me… i already bought the costumes’

★’but i already bought mine’

★’save it for next year’

★’but i was excited’

★’match with meeeee’

★you end up having to match

★he’ll watch you in awe while you get ready in awe

★’how can you look so good in this?!’

★’shut up and get dressed’ 

★takes 10 times longer than you to get ready

★takes off all of his make up 

★and does it again 234239 times

★he won’t let your help him

★’i’ve got it!’

★when he’s finally ready 

★he’ll take 32439843290 pictures of the both of you

★’we look good’


Jimin:

★buys sweets for the ids 

★ends up eating most of them while putting the bags together 

★’how many of these do you think i can fit in my mouth?’ 

★’don’t’ 

★’why?’

★’they’re supposed to be for the kids’

★’i bet fifteen’

★so while you finish he’ll be stuffing sweets into his mouth

★after he’s stuffed his mouth 

★he’ll go decorate 

★the rooms will be filled with green, black and orange

★he’ll be v proud of himself

★he’ll dress up as a bee

★he’ll be in awe at the kids that come

★he’s got a reserve of sweets for himself

★which he’ll munch on when he’s chilling with you

★watching what the tv has to offer

★maybe some parody horror films  


Taehyung:

★freaks out over the trick or treaters member 2

★he’ll hand out far too many sweets to them  

★you have to go out and get more 

★’SHE WAS DRESSED AS A BAT HOW COULD I NOT?!’ 

★’you’re insane’

★once the kids have stopped coming

★he’ll rush to change out of his costume

★then it’s snuggling on the couch with you

★and eating the few sweets left

★’what will our child dress as for halloween?’

★’haven’t thought that far ahead’

★’i have’

★’you really think about us having kids?’

★’well, i think about marrying you first’


Jungkook:

★all about the spooks 

★so he’ll find the scariest movie he can 

★he’ll assign you to arranging blankets 

★and he’d be in charge of snacks

★bc he’s dope at getting snacks

★the moment everything’s ready 

★the two of you change into something comfy

★and get wrapped up in blankets

★if you get scared he’ll pull you close to him

★and kiss all over your head to calm you

★he giggles at gore

★feeds you snacks

★leans his head on yours

Appa?

Request: G-Dragon has a daughter that is 4 years old and does not know if he is her real father because he is never around.

(For optimal immersion, I am naming your daughter Mirre.)

~X~

   “Wake up, baby girl.” I whisper softly, brushing the tips of my fingers over my daughter’s soft cheeks. With a tiny giggle, the corners of her lips begin to widen, revealing the adorable smile that melts my heart every time I see it.

   “Morning, eomma.” She stares up at me with bright, beautiful eyes that remind me so much of Ji-Yong. She is a spitting image of him. He has always taken pride in it, when he is around, that is. 

   Leaning down, I press a kiss to her forehead. A hearty laugh falls past her pink lips when I lift her right out of bed and into the air, smiling widely up at her. Bringing her back down, I rest her on my hip and carry her to the kitchen where I set her on the counter. “What would you like for breakfast, love?” I ask, leaning on my elbows.

   “Whatever is easiest for you.” She smiles at me. I can’t help but feel overwhelmed by love. 

   “How did I end up with the most considerate, intelligent, gorgeous, and loving daughter in the world?” I sigh, wrapping her small body in my arms and hugging her impossibly close. She giggles loudly as she squeezes me back. With a sigh, I release her and look through the cabinets to begin making her breakfast. “So, Mirre, your birthday is in a few days. Appa and I would like to know what you want.” I inform, already knowing and having already bought the deluxe doll house she has been swooning over for months.

   I wait for a few moments, but when the silence goes on for too long, I furrow my eyebrows and turn around to face her. To my surprise, a frown has settled itself on her pouty lips. “What’s wrong, Mirre?” I ask, becoming concerned.

   She looks up at me with a tiny jump, as if she were just startled out of deep thought. “Is G-Dra- G-Dragon my real appa?” She asks.

   Every ounce of breath has left my body as I stare at my daughter in complete shock. My mouth slips ajar, the words I was going to speak caught on the tip of my tongue. How do I even respond to this? Why would she think Ji-Yong isn’t her appa? Why would she refer to him as his stage name? I know she has heard me call him Ji-Yong. Many more questions fill my mind but by her silence, I can see she is becoming uncomfortable. “W-What makes you think he isn’t your appa?” I question somewhat sternly. 

   A frown settles itself on her face. “He never comes home.. I can’t remember the last time I saw him. He didn’t come to my last birthday, he missed Christmas and he missed your birthday, too, eomma. You’re always sad.” Mirre looks up at me with tears leaking from her eyes. 

   From the wetness on my cheeks, I’m also crying. I didn’t even realize I was sad about this. Mirre brings up a good point. I’ve been ignoring the fact that Ji-Yong is never around. I never wanted to accept it and it has always been easiest to ignore how much I’ve been hurting. “And now you’re crying again.” Mirre sighs, her bottom lip quivering. 

   “Hey,” I smile, wiping my tears away quickly, “I don’t want you to worry about me, okay? Ji-Yong is your appa. He will be here for your birthday and he will be around more often. I promise you.” I hold my pinky out, grinning when she links her own tiny pinky with my own. 


   “Hey, babe.” Ji-Yong greets upon answering his phone. My immediate instinct is to melt into his words, but I refrain.

   “Hi.” Silence spreads over the line. I can tell he knows something is wrong, which is exactly why he isn’t saying anything.

   “Is everything okay?” He questions cautiously. 

   He genuinely sounds concerned, which leads me to bite my lip harshly, desperately trying to hold back tears. “Ji-Yong..” I murmur, tears already beginning to slip down my cheeks. 

   A sigh falls past his lips and I just know he is running a hand down his face. “Don’t cry, love. C’mon, you can tell me.” He says softly. 

   With a deep breath, I am able to compose myself. “You’re never around.” His stunned silence prompts me to continue. “When’s the last time you saw your daughter? She asked me today if G-Dragon was her real appa. She barely even knows who you are.” I rant, all of the words just spilling out of my mouth. “Think about that for a while. Maybe you’ll start putting you daughter before your career, G-Dragon.” 


   “Happy birthday, my love.” I sigh, kissing Mirre on the cheek. She giggles happily, staring up at her deluxe doll house. The last of the guests have left, and I can just tell how exhausted she is from all the exertion and playing.

   “Thank you for the presents, eomma.” There is a hint of sadness to her voice. I can see in her eyes that she misses her abeoji. “Appa isn’t going to come, is he?” She murmurs, her sad, little eyes gazing at the floor boards. 

   I immediately engulf her in my embrace. “I don’t know what to say, my love.” I sigh, at a complete loss for words. How do you explain to your daughter that her abeoji cares more about his career than he does his family? “Appa is just-”

   “I’m here!” A voice suddenly yells from the doorway. Mirre and I both snap our heads towards the direction of the noise. Standing in front of the door, holding a giant, wrapped box, with sweat pouring down the side of his face, is Ji-Yong. “I got stuck in traffic for three hours.” He gently places the box down and leans against the wall. “I tried to get here on time.. this was my chance to show you both that I’ve changed and I messed it up..” 

   Before his spiel can continue, a tiny squeal interrupts him. “Appa!” Mirre shrieks, bursting out of my hold and sprinting as fast as her miniature legs will take her towards Ji-Yong. “Appa!” She jumps into him, effectively knocking him over.

   “Hey baby girl.” He laughs holding her tightly to his body. “I missed you so much.”

   “I missed you, too, appa.” She cries. I can see the pain in his eyes just from those few simple words. He makes eye contact with me, but I quickly avert my gaze. “I thought you didn’t love me anymore.” 

   Ji-Yong lets out a choked sob. “No, baby girl. I love you and eomeoni with all my heart. You two are the only girls I want in my life.” He says sincerely, running his fingers through her hair. 

   “Did you get me a present?” She asks excitedly. He nods, prompting her to run over and rip away the wrapping paper. “Appa.. eomma already got me this doll house.” She giggles, looking over at him with innocent eyes. 

   I hold in a laugh, shaking my head. “Oh man… do you want me to return it and get you something else?” He frowns.

   “No, it will do.” She grins. “Now my dolls will have two houses!” 

   As I stare fondly at our daughter, I don’t notice Ji-Yong make his way over to me. “I’m sorry for never being here for the two of you.” He whispers. Heat rushes to my cheeks and I hold back the urge to start crying. “I didn’t have my priorities in check. I don’t want to mess up what I have. You and Mirre are my life. And I’m sorry it took me so long to figure that out.” He runs his fingertips over my cheek. “I love you.”

   “It’s going to take more than an apology and some sweet words to convince me otherwise.” I state matter-of-factly, smirking at him. He flashes me a smile before leaning down and pressing a kiss to my lips. 

   “I’ve got a lot planned for you, love.” He grins cheekily, pressing another kiss to my lips. “You’ll see soon. I’m changing my ways.” 

   “Appa!” Mirre calls. “Please come build the doll houses for me!” With a quick wink to me, Ji-Yong goes to help assemble the doll houses. I stare adoringly at my small family, knowing that things are going to turn around and only get better from here on out.

The Dorks Go to Prom! (Kuroo x Reader) (Prom!AU)

Universe: Prom

Character: Kuroo Tetsurou

 

Originally posted by tetsuruo


As soon as Kuroo stepped out of the dressing room, all eyes fell on him. He caught his reflection in a nearby mirror, and he moved closer to get a better look.

The suit was perfectly cut to accommodate his figure, every inch and every size falling in place just as he had intended them to be. Kuroo pulled at his collar, adjusting it so he could be even more comfortable.

He imagined that reflection of him to be the exact same vision of him during prom. A small smile crossed his face as he imagined her fixing his tie, pinning on his boutonniere, and beaming at him as if he was the only thing that ever mattered to her.

Now, if he could just deal with his hair…

“Forget it.”

Kuroo turned around, looking pointedly at his three companions. Akaashi was lounging on the couch, eyebrows slightly raised as he nodded in approval of Kuroo’s attire. Kenma devoted a good five seconds to observe Kuroo before returning to his phone. Bokuto, who had spoken up, was sitting beside Akaashi and running his hand through his hair.

“What did you say?”

“I said, forget it man,” Bokuto said, pouting a little. “There’s no way you’re looking like that at prom. Hell, even I would want to sleep with you.”

“Is it that bad?” Kuroo turned his attention back to his reflection.

“Don’t listen to him, Kuroo-san,” Akaashi said. “It looks good on you.”

“Thanks, Akaashi,” Kuroo replied. “Though, if I could only find a good tie…”

“What?” Bokuto raised an eyebrow. “I thought you already bought one?”

“Nah. I’ve been having trouble picking one out,” Kuroo admitted. “Seriously. I shouldn’t be taking more than three weeks to buy a damn tie.”

“Kuroo.”

Kenma’s quiet voice rang out. Kuroo hadn’t noticed that his best friend had gone over to where the ties were being displayed, and was now holding one in his hands.

“Kenma…” Kuroo said, as Kenma came closer, and began putting the tie around Kuroo’s neck. “Why’d you get this?”

“Trust me,” Kenma replied, pulling off a perfect Windsor knot and arranging it carefully so that it fell in the middle of Kuroo’s suit. “You’ll thank me later.”

As soon as Kenma stepped away, Kuroo looked once more at his reflection in the mirror. He smiled, satisfied with the results.

“Y/N’s going to fall head over heels for you, bro,” Bokuto grinned.

“Oh, so she hasn’t, yet?” Kuroo replied cockily, heading to the dressing room to change.

“I’m just saying,” Bokuto said. “Guys like you taking girls like her to prom…she’ll love that. Trust me.”

“Bokuto-san, your prom date rejected you three times before she said yes.”

“Akaashi! You promised you wouldn’t tell! Actually, how does that connect with what I just said?!”

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“…and we’re done!” Mrs. L/N placed the last curl over Y/N’s shoulder. “Oh, darling. You look so beautiful.”

Y/N stood up, and caught her own reflection in the mirror. Her mother had pulled the first layer of her hair into an elegant bun, and curled the rest, letting them fall over her shoulders. Her dress wasn’t as flashy as the designs that her classmates were more than eager to share with the entire school, but she wasn’t too fond of going all out, even during prom night.

She wore an emerald green dress, with off-the-shoulder short sleeves. The dress fit snugly around her waist with a black satin belt, and stopped just at her knees. The dress had black accents, too, a last-minute addition thanks to Kenma’s little comment about how Kuroo was buying a jet-black suit.

Y/N exhaled slowly, reaching up to rub in her foundation even more. The nerves were starting to come in, rattling her entire being.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Y/N put on a smile and turned to face her mother. “Nothing,” she said. “I’m just…nervous, that’s all.”

“For prom? Or about your prom date?”

Y/N’s cheeks burned scarlet at that, and Mrs. L/N laughed. “Goodness, Y/N. You two have been dating for so long, and you still get flustered whenever somebody talks about you or him. That’s so adorable!”

Y/N wrinkled her nose. “C’mon, Mom, it’s nothing like that—“

“Don’t worry, darling.” Mrs. L/N gave her a small kiss on her nose. “You look gorgeous. And if Kuroo thinks otherwise, come find me, and we can discuss where we can hide the body.”

Y/N giggled, and felt a lot more relaxed. Mrs. L/N reached for the box on her dresser, and handed it to Y/N along with her clutch.

At that moment, the doorbell rang downstairs. Y/N gasped, and immediately reached for her mother’s hands. They listened intently as the door opened, and the voices in the living room could be heard all the way to her room.

“Oh, Kuroo,” Mr. Y/N said.

“Good evening, sir,” Kuroo replied. Y/N giggled at the hint of nervousness in his tone—he’d always complained that her dad scared the living hell out of him.

“Good evening to you too. Come on in, she’ll be down in a minute.”

As soon as the door closed, Mrs. L/N turned to Y/N. “It’s now or never, sweetheart.”

“I—“

“Deep breaths. You look absolutely stunning.”

Y/N took a deep breath, before drawing herself up to her full height, and slipping on her silver stilettos.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Let’s go.”

The walk downstairs was torturous. Y/N couldn’t hear anything except for the blood roaring in her ears, and the rattling breaths that escaped her lips.

What are you so nervous about? she thought. This is Kuroo. This is dorky, kind-of-an-asshole, nerdy Tetsurou. You’ve been dating for months. You know how he looks like.

But even that thought couldn’t prepare her for what she would be seeing as she caught a glimpse of him.

At the sound of her heels thumping lightly against the steps, Kuroo’s head snapped up, and his hands nearly flew to his hair out of habit. Instead, he used them to straighten his suit jacket, and he cleared his throat.

He opened his mouth to greet her…and suddenly, the words got stuck on his tongue.

Y/N shyly descended, looking every bit regal in her emerald green dress. His heart swelled to see the black accents in the fabric, which matched his suit.

When she looked up at him and gave him a small smile, he felt as if his heart would right then and there jump out of its cage. Kuroo had to reach up and loosen the tie around his neck…when the movement caught Y/N’s eye.

She was staring at his tie with an odd-sort of smile, and he looked down at where she was staring. The tie that Kenma had picked out…was emerald green, completely matching her dress.

Kuroo cleared his throat. “So, um…did…”

“Kenma?” Y/N said, laughing slightly. “Yeah. He saw my dress, and told me to match your suit.”

“And he gave me the tie to match your dress,” Kuroo said, laughing in disbelief. “Ah, man. I’m gonna have to find him a date for next year.”

Y/N handed him the box, and he opened it to see the matching boutonniere and corsage. He smiled at her as he motioned for her to come closer, pulling out the corsage and placing the box on the table.

“Wait!” Mrs. L/N came squealing into the room, holding up her phone. “Let me take pictures.”

Y/N bit back a smile as she began to blush. “Mom—“

“Go on, sweetheart. Pretend I’m not here.”

Kuroo laughed quietly, before slipping the corsage around Y/N’s wrist. In return, Y/N pinned the boutonniere on his suit, patting it down careful and fixing his tie.

Out of habit, Y/N reached up to attempt to tame Kuroo’s hair, only to find it slicked back.

“You fixed your hair,” she marveled, and he smirked in response. “How did you do it?”

“With great difficulty,” he replied, and Y/N laughed.

“Oh, you two look so cute! Smile!”

Y/N sighed at her mother’s eagerness, but laced an arm through Kuroo’s anyway. His other hand found hers, and gave it a gentle squeeze as Mrs. L/N took the picture.

“I think we should go,” Kuroo said, checking his watch. “It’s a ten-minute drive, but I suppose you don’t want to be late, Y/N?”

“I wouldn’t,” Y/N agreed. “Okay, let’s go.”

“I want her home by 12, Kuroo,” Mr. Y/N suddenly chimed from his spot on the couch.

Kuroo flinched, and Y/N snorted in laughter, hiding it behind her hand. “Yes, sir.”

Then, with Y/N’s arm still in his, Kuroo led her out of the house, with her mother squealing behind them.

As soon as Kuroo helped her into his car, he let out a sigh, visibly relaxing as he got into the driver’s seat. Y/N had to smile at her boyfriend—at least someone was obviously more nervous than she was.

“Kuroo,” she said, placing her hand gently over his own.

“Huh?” Kuroo said, a little too quickly, as he started the car. “We’ll get there in time, I promise—“

“Kuroo—“

“—and I’ll have you home by 12, don’t you worry babe—“

“Baby—“

“Did I blow it back there? I thought I could handle it, I thought I was cool—“

Y/N grabbed his chin, and pulled him into a kiss to stop his rambling. Sure enough, Kuroo shut up.

“Calm down,” Y/N said, as soon as they pulled away. “You look so handsome. I didn’t get a chance to say it earlier.”

“And you look absolutely gorgeous,” Kuroo whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Kuroo pressed his lips against hers again, smiling as he pulled away.

“You know, if I get nervous again, do I get another kiss?”

“Don’t push it, Tetsurou.”

EXo Reaction to how they would plan their new house to live their wife (or husband)

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Chanyeol:

“Let me see your phone! I know you have pictures of houses there! You are always looking for cute pics! How are we going to find a house if I don’t know what you want!”

Kris:

*He would go to an architect office and hire them to do some weird galaxy design to surprise his baobei* “I’m being serious! I want a star room!”

Sehun:

*He would look on his own for good places and then show you the ones he liked the best* “I think this one would be perfect.. it’s big enough… kinda gives you the a lord lived here vibe… and has enough rooms for all the kids we’ll have”

Tao:

*It would be an impossible discussion* “This girl.. we are having a Chinese style house! They are really pretty… fine we can add a pool… even if it doesn’t go with the style of he house”

Kai:

“What am doing? Well… I was looking for some furniture and that.. you know… for our new house… I want it to look nice inside.. for you” *Adorable baby*

Xiumin:

*Literally found the perfect house… with a family living in it* “Come here! Just a peek.. we can try to build something similar.. oh shoot! I think they saw me”

Baekhyun:

*HE would be the kind of boy that has built so many houses… in the sims.. and gets frustrated because he wants them all*

Luhan:

*If the house has a nice TV room, he’s in. That’s all he needs*  “What? I’m going to spend a lot of time here.. with the cats.. watching soccer games..”

Chen:

*Has it all planned* “We’ll have a big house near the beach with four pools, a theater,  a bowling room… 10 rooms.. and four kitchens”

Kyungsoo:

*He would ask you everything you want your house to have and then try to order the ideas you have with the ones you have so it’s easier to find  a place you two like* “It’s okay jagi, I have it all figured out. Leave it to me”

Lay:

*Visits so many places with you and until you two like the same place, he won’t stop looking* “What do you say about this one.. it’s very spacious and has a lot of light.. it’s nice”

Suho:

“You don’t have to worry about anything babe.. I already bought 20 houses.. but if you don’t like them… we can always buy a new one”

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Couple Bracelets || Do Kyungsoo

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5. “I only have a dollar left in my wallet.“

60. “I can’t let you pay for everything.“

Do Kyungsoo + Reader + Fluff


After 7 months of waiting for Kyungsoo to come home from tour, you finally had him all by yourself. You had been itching about going to the night market in your city where tons of cheap clothes and street foods can be bought. Kyungsoo promised to take you there once he comes home, and since he have last week, you were going today.

The two of you were dressed up in layers of clothing. For Kyungsoo, he was hiding his identity as well as keeping himself warm for the cold weather, while you were only dressing up for the latter. After eating dinner, the two of you left for the night market.

It’s only been an hour since you’ve arrived and you have already bought tons of clothes and food. It’s not that you were leeching Kyungsoo for his money (you brought your own wallet to pay. But Kyungsoo wasn’t having it) but he insisted on paying everything you wanted. You’ve kept on telling him that it wasn’t his duty to be your human ATM, but he snatched your wallet from you so you had no choice but to let him pay for tonight.

Bags of shirts and food are being held by both of you. Even though he told you he didn’t want anything, you still forced him to try on a few clothes that suited him. There was this pink button down shirt that adorned his pale skin, as well as his well-built torso. 

“Kyungsoo, look at those bracelets!“ an excited giggle was made before you ran to a small stall that sold cute handmade accessories. There were earrings, necklaces, and different types of hair clips, but the two mint green bracelets were the ones that caught your attention. The old lady took the bracelets from the rack, handing it to you with a sweet smile on her face. You wasted no time in trying it on, lifting your wrist in the air to show it to your boyfriend.

“Those look nice on your wrist.“ he complimented as he examined your hand. Kyungsoo was surprised when you took his hand, sliding in the other bracelet. 

“Green is totally your color, sweetheart. Let’s buy it!“ you exclaimed. 

Kyungsoo’s eyes grew as he nervously bit his lower lip. “Uhm..” he started. “Let’s just come back next time. We’re already carrying too much.” he lifted the paper bags he was holding. You looked at him weirdly.

“These are bracelets, sweetheart. We can wear it as soon as we pay for it.“ you shrugged, turning around to face the old lady. “How much for these, ma’am?“

The old lady smiled at the two of you. She was probably in her 60′s; white hair and wrinkled skin, but her bright smile made her look young. “Since the two of you look adorable, 5 dollars for you, honey.“ 

You beamed at the cheap price she offered. Turning your heels, you faced a nervous Kyungsoo who had small beads of sweat trickling down his neck and forehead, despite the cold night weather. 

“Soo, are you okay? Why are you sweating?“ your fingers wiped the single sweat at the side of his head.

“Uhm.. Do you accept credit cards?“ Kyungsoo politely asked the old lady. She only looked at him with a confused look. Her stall was only small which sold handy crafts and accessories ranging from 5 dollars to 25. Who needs a credit card?

“It’s only 5 dollars.“ you laughed, but Kyungsoo wasn’t amused. “What’s wrong?“

Kyungsoo nibbled on his bottom lip before opening his mouth, “I only have a dollar left in my wallet.“

A light pink blush crept on his cheeks, that even under his hood is still prominent under the bright moonlight. Kyungsoo paid all of your things, so it wasn’t a surprise that he’s only left with his credit card.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his shyness. Without hesitating, you reached behind Kyungsoo’s pants to grab your small wallet; taking out a 20 dollar bill.

“What are you doing?“ he took a hold of your wrist, the paper bags that hung on his arms making a rustling sound.

“I can’t let you pay for everything.“ you chuckled as you pulled your arm away from his grip, lightly pinching his flushed cheeks. The 20 dollar bill that you held was soon given to the old lady. The two of you bid your farewell to the seller and continued to make your way to the car.

“I’ll give you the 20 dollars when we get home.“ Kyungsoo grumbled under his breath as he buckled his seat belt. With a switch of the key, the engine roared to life.

“You know, you don’t have to pay for everything.“ you sent a sly smile, your hand resting on top of his arm. “On our next date, I’ll pay.“ 

Kyungsoo was about to protest, but you cut him off. “Don’t try anything, Kyungsoo. It’s my turn to spoil my precious boyfriend.”


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“Frienemies” to Lovers pt.3

Originally posted by meanyoongis



Third PoV

“You’re moving?!” TaeHyung asked as everyone was clearly surprised by this revelation. “Why!? Was it because of Yoongi hyung?!”

TaeHyung, don’t make me feel more worse than I already feel, Yoongi glared at TaeHyung.

“I just feel like a burden besides I have enough money to live on my own.” You shrugged.

“Noona! You’re not a burden!”

“Well, maybe I just wanna move out and have an attempt at getting to be a (dream job) again.” You stood up and walked back up to your room but, “TaeHyung, Jungkook, please get off my legs.” The two boys hugged your legs like a koala, shaking their head being kids.You expected this kind of reaction from these two.

“Never!” TaeHyung pouted as Jungkook nodded in agreement.

“What’s going on?” Jimin asked, seeing as he got back from his morning practice with Hoseok.

“NOONA IS LEAVING!” Jungkook cried  “I don’t want Noona to leave!”

“You have me, Kookie.” Mina smiled.

“No! Don’t call me that!” Jungkook whined.

“Plus you’re mean!” TaeHyung cried out.

“Noona, you’re leaving?” You sighed heavily and nodded. Then you felt two more weights on your legs. 

“God dammit.” You cursed as now Jimin and Hoseok were clinging on you. “If you don’t get off me in 5 seconds, I will not visit you guys.” In a flash, they got off of you, wiping off the pretend dust on you.

“You can’t move.” Yoongi finally spoke up.

“I do what I want. I already have a house bought anyways.” You started walking to your room. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a new condo to be in.” You fake smiled.

“Can we at least help Noona?!” Jimin asked as the maknae line plus Hoseok ran to your room as Yoongi was just so out of it.Jin obviously noticed this and lead Yoongi’s girlfriend out even though she was screaming to stay with her “Yoongi bear”.

“I see you’re regretting your life choices.” Namjoon said. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Yoongi wouldn’t admit but, Namjoon was correct with his assumption. He dun fucked up.

“No, I don’t.” He growled slightly at the younger male.

“You’ll come around hyung.” He patted his hyung’s shoulder and went to go to his room. “I bet on it.”

“What are you shitting about?” Yoongi scoffed.

-time skip-

“So, are you coming to say good bye to Noona?” Jimin asked as his head peaked through Yoongi’s open door.

“No.” He answers coldly. “Why would I?”

“You can say sorry to Noona!~” Jimin tried to convince Yoongi.

“No.”

Little did he know, that little no would change his life.


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Heaven Scent Chapter Eight

Heaven Scent | Dan Howell rarely leaves the house unless he has too, too socially awkward to function normally around other people, and generally making his only friends through Louise, a sweet beta who took him under her wing a few years back when they were both still in college. It’s no surprise, then, that the omega has yet to find a mate, despite craving one rather a lot. It’s not until he attends Louise’s birthday party and gets accidentally-on-purpose set up with an attractive alpha named Phil Lester who smells absolutely heavenly that Dan starts to fall into a proper romance, complete with courting and scenting and the like. | Phan | Mature | A/B/O dynamics (Omegaverse fic), Fluff, Getting Together, Eventual Smut, Courting | 7,465 Words this chapter

Disclaimer: In no way do I pretend that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

Hello my friends! Ahhh, this is the final chapter of Heaven Scent, and I can’t believe it’s ended up quite as long as it appears to have :O In three weeks, I’ve managed to write 57K words, and to top it all off, this is the first chaptered fic I’ve completed on my own in at least 4 years, if not more, so… to say I’m proud of myself would be a complete and utter understatement.

Thank you to everyone whose supported this story since day one, when I first started writing it, and when I first started posting. It’s meant the world to me to have people so excited to see a story that defies the norm of what this trope usually is. Thank you as well to every person who has left a comment, or messaged me to show me their support and to tell me that this is the first time they’ve enjoyed this trope, as that is all I’ve ever wanted to do with this fic.

I’m so sad to see this ending, but all great things must come to an end, I’m afraid. I hope to eventually do a semi-sequel including some mpreg, for those who are interested, but I do start school again in 3 days, so I can’t promise when or if that sequel will appear <33 Still, maybe look out for it <33

This chapter does contain smut and sexual situations, so please read the second half in particular with caution. I promise you’ll know when it’s coming.

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Mr. Laufeyson's Ward

TITLE: Mr. Laufeyson’s Ward

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 12

AUTHOR: goddessofmischief

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you are living in the late 1800’s and your parents pass away due to a tragic accident. Leaving you an orphan, you are sent to a miserable orphanage. Then, a mysterious and harsh man named Loki visits the orphanage and takes you on as his ward. He brings you to his crumbling mansion in the English countryside, where you face his cruel intentions, and eventually discover that you care for him much more than you’d like to admit.

RATING: T

Pleasant days followed our return to Heathcote, which was especially due to the many activities that we found ourselves engaged in. We had made it back home just in time for the May Day picnic, a tradition that was long standing in the county and was held on an expanse of land near the village. Children joyously romped around while wrapping the Maypole, as the adults looked on with delight.

My master sat on a fold up chair near the back of the crowd, solitarily surveying the scene through his dark sunglasses. He was dressed all in black, and contrasted with the light spring colors that everyone else was wearing. I, on the other hand, wore my lightest frock, as it was quite a mild day, which was tastefully patterned with navy pinstripes.

For the event, I had volunteered to hand out various foods and treats that many of the women in the village had made for the occasion, and had therefore been on my feet the entire morning. Even though I was by no means an efficient cook, I had even lent a hand to assist Mrs. Cunningham in baking an assortment of pastries.

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A/N: Part 5A 😊 Sorry for the wait, I’ve been busy with stuff. Anyway, this one tugged at my heart strings a little bit…Well, I cried. 😅 I’m such a hopeless romantic, it’s ridiculous. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; 'She Said Yes: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4’)

You and Chris listened to Ed Sheeran’s album 'Divide’ in preparation for the concert tomorrow night as he drove the both of you back to his Boston apartment, or so you thought. You were actually going to yet another surprise that everyone, but you knew about. As it turned out, Chris Evans was as much of a futurist as you were. From the moment he bought that ring, he’d been planning, seeking out, and collecting everything else the two of you needed to reach the life you were both striving for. Things were definitely looking up for the both of you. You’d both found your perfect half; Infinity War and Chris’ Marvel contract were coming to an end which meant he would soon return home to you; your graduation was slowly, but surely arriving in a couple of years, and you were going to take your indescribable talent and join the big leagues; Chris would move out of Captain America’s limelight, continue being spectacular in his field of work, and hopefully get the recognition he deserved; then of course, your long engagement would end and the two of you would get married.

You’d both agreed that after getting married, you’d move out of the apartment you shared with Ava and move in with him. The only thing that hadn’t been decided on was location because location was a little tricky. You both agreed that Los Angeles was the smarter option as it was where work would have both of you the most. That was, of course, if you became a success in Hollywood- which Chris assured you you would. But there was also the thought of fulfilling what you wrote and moving back to Chris’ hometown because that was eventual; Chris had made it fairly clear that he wanted to raise his family in Boston. That eventually was something you were more than happy to comply to because the moment you married Chris, he would become your family and anywhere he went would become home. You told him that, which was why he did something big and amazing behind your back knowing you wouldn’t be upset with him.

“This isn’t your apartment block,” you furrowed your brows when his car pulled to a stop and you looked out the window. “Where are we?” You quizzed as you turned to him; he had a smile that worried you slightly. “Why are you smiling like that?” You asked with a soft chuckle. “Chris!” You laughed when his smile turned into a smirk. “What’s going on?”

“Oh nothing,” he feigned innocence as he reached over you and into the glove box to pull out two set of keys. “I just thought you’d want to see our future home.” Your lips parted in awe when he held up one for you that had a 'Mrs.’ Minnie Mouse keychain that said, whereas his was a 'Mr.’ Mickey Mouse one.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope,” he shook his head, jiggling your keys in front of your face. “Take it, go open the door and see.” You chuckled in disbelief, taking the keys from his hand. “C'mon,” he chuckled as he got out of the car; you followed suit with wobbly legs. This had to be a dream, all of it from the moment you met Chris till this very second. There was no way you got this freaking lucky, no way you were basically living out one of your perfect stories.

“What do you think?” Chris asked, holding his arms wide open as he turned in a circle on the front yard. All you could do was laugh because you were still trying very hard to process everything that was happening. If you were being honest, your mind was still stuck on the fact that you were going to see Ed Sheeran live. “Was this the house you imagined when you wrote your mini series?”

It wasn’t, because it was even more perfect that you’d imagined it. The exterior was blue, which was something Chris gave himself a pat on the back for as you’d always babble on about how awesome a colored house would be; blue was your favorite color, after all. The front yard was gorgeous and the perfect size for your future children to run around with Dodger; the garden circling the house even had bushes of roses growing already. Chris held out a hand for you to take and you walked over, smiling as you did. He drew your hand up to his quirked lips and kissed your knuckles; from the look on both your faces, he knew he’d nailed it.

“Wait till you see the inside,” he told you and pulled you alongside him as he padded up the stairs to your front porch. Your front porch, you couldn’t believe you could say that. The house was yours, yours and Chris’. Chris released your hand and moved to open the front door with his key; a red front door because why not have your house look like your fiancé’s Marvel character. “You know how you said you like earthy tones and marble benches?” He quizzed as he glanced back at you; you nodded with a wide grin. “Well, you’re going to love, love, love this house.”

“I kind of have to considering you bought the place already,” you laughed and he nodded, chuckling. “Oh my God,” the air was knocked out of your lungs when Chris opened the door to reveal the inside of your future home. “I feel like I just entered my story dimension, Chris.”

“It feels like deja vu, doesn’t it?” He chuckled as he closed the front door behind the both of you. “When I first came to see this house with our moms, they both freaked out.” Of course they came with him because of course they knew and didn’t tell you; you wouldn’t be surprised if Ava knew too. “They swore this was the house they saw when they read your series and just- they agreed it was perfect and that I should get it because you’d love it. Do you?” He asked as you turned around; your lips were still parted in awe. “Do you love it?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

“Are you kidding?” You laughed. “This is fucking amazing! Right now- I want to call Ava and tell her I’m moving out of that apartment and out of California and into this house. I don’t even care if I have to transfer universities, I’ll go to your alma mater. I’ll- I’ll fucking fly to school if I have to!” You exclaimed and he laughed, wrapping an arm around you to steer you towards the kitchen. “This is so breathtakingly amazing and spectacular. Oh my God,” you breathed, “I can’t breathe.”

“Okay, calm down,” he chuckled. “This is our forever home, we’ll move in when we get married and start on that forever. Right now, you’re going to stay in that apartment and stay in LA and finish school.” You pouted, running your hand along the smooth walls you were passing. “This place isn’t even properly furnished yet, babe.”

“We can go to IKEA right now and furnish it.”

“No,” he chuckled. “I only brought you here so you can see the place. We’re not moving back to Boston just yet, we’ve got a lot keeping us in LA for now. We’re not even married, okay? I know it’s exciting, believe me. But this- it’s for later, okay?” He looked over at you, chuckling when you nodded with a sad pout. “Come on, let’s see the kitchen. That will cheer you up.”

“Will it if I don’t even get to use it for God only knows how long,” you mumbled and Chris laughed, squeezing you tightly against him. You cracked a smile, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Okay, fine,” you giggled. “I’ll be less of a bummer, I mean- it is officially ours. It doesn’t matter if we use it today, or tomorrow, or in a few years. It’s ours and that’s what’s amazing.”

“Exactly,” he nodded. “Look,” he gently took your by the shoulders and pushed you in front of him as you turned the corner. The two of you stood in the archway leading into the kitchen and you gasped. “Marble benches, earth tones, breakfast bar, open floor plan into the dining area and living area. We can put a TV and a big family couch over there, so when you cuddle up with our children- I can watch you and smile while doing the dishes.” He referenced your mini series, making you chuckle. “And look there, I even have a little fridge.” He pointed at the corner where a little beer fridge was stowed away in-between the kitchen cabinets. “I can keep my beers there, so they don’t take up space in the actual fridge and get in your way.” You chuckled with a shake of your head. “What do you think of it?” He asked, grinning. “Is this the dream kitchen?”

“This is the dream everything,” you corrected him.

“C'mon,” he chuckled. “Let’s go see upstairs. Unlike the house in your story, this one has three levels instead of two. Oh, hold up.” He grabbed your hand and stopped you before you headed for the stairs, pulling you towards the sliding doors that led to the backyard. “We’ve got an entertainment deck on the side that you can access through that door,” he pointed it out for you and you nodded. “Then these doors lead to the backyard, where we don’t have a pool but can install one because there is a lot of space out there. It’s also a good space to dance to Ed Sheeran’s 'Perfect’,” he teased another reference and you chuckled again. “The laundry’s behind us on the right, I think? Then there’s a back room which I’m thinking of turning into a den where I can watch football games and be a slob with my friends out of sight, so you don’t go into labor early.” He tried not to laugh as he referenced another moment in your mini series.

“Okay,” you laughed. “Quit referring back to my story, you weirdo.” You shoved him playfully and he laughed, wrapping an arm around you to steer you towards the stairs. “You keep saying you’re with me because you’re in-love with me,” you teased, “but I’m starting to think otherwise.”

“Drats,” Chris clicked his fingers together, wincing. “My plan has been revealed, my true colors are out.” You laughed, poking his side which made him laugh as he squirmed. “I’m sorry your stories are so freaking amazing that it sticks with me.”

“Just show me the upstairs, you dork.” You bit playfully and he smiled, taking your hand and the lead as he walked up the staircase. You found yourself admiring the hardwood floor as you walked up each step, it was a dark chocolate color which you loved; a very relaxing and calming color scheme throughout the whole house. “Ooooo.” You pulled your hand from his and walked into what seemed to be the master bedroom. “Is this our room?” You circled the room while Chris stood in the doorway; he nodded with a smile. “This is huge! Wait- what’s the wardrobe situation like?” You quizzed and Chris laughed because he’d expected that question from a fashionista like yourself. “Is it a walk-in?”

“You tell me.” He moved to open the double doors you didn’t notice and revealed a huge- like Carrie Bradshaw’s wardrobe from Sex and The City huge- walk-in wardrobe. Your jaw dropped for the fifth time that day and you let out a breathless chuckle. “One big and beautiful side each.”

“Christopher Robert Evans,” you turned around with a smile so wide that it was hurting your face. “You are- you are full of surprises, aren’t you?” You walked over to him as a smile appeared on his face; one as wide as yours. “This is- by far,” you emphasized, wrapping your arms around his neck, “the most amazing and shell shocking thing you’ve ever done for me. How am I meant to live up to all of this, Chris?”

“I don’t need you to live up to anything, sweetheart,” he chuckled, resting his hands on your waist. “Just having you in my life, Y/N, it’s enough.” You smiled, brushing his cheek with your thumb. “You chose me. I mean- you’re twenty years old, you had a whole world waiting for you- a whole life to live out and- somehow, you decided to settle with me.” You felt your eyes narrow as you tried to correct him, but he spoke again before you could. “I know,” he quickly said. “I know I’m Chris Evans and I’m amazing and you’re lucky to be with me, but- that’s not how I see it. I…” He trailed off, unable to explain what was running through his mind. “I never thought this would happen for me,” he told you and you felt your eyes well with tears. “I mean- I spent so many years trying to settle down and start a life with- a myriad of different girls. None of them worked out and- I don’t know why, but it just didn’t.”

“Chris,” you reached to brush the tears he had forming in the corner of his eyes.

“No no no,” he chuckled, gently pushing your hand away. “I’m not- those are happy tears because upon meeting you, I realized why they didn’t work. The universe was making me wait for you.” More tears welled in both your eyes as he said that. “I think it’s a little unfair that it decided to make me wait so long, I mean- sixteen years for you to even be born into this world? That’s a little cruel.” He said and you both chuckled. “But um-” his voice quivered as he smiled through his tears, “I realize now that- the wait was everything. If we were the same age and I’d met you early in life, we wouldn’t be together right now. I think I’d be too much of a hot mess for you to want to spend the rest of your life with me.”

“Chris,” you both started to weep, chuckling, “you’re wrong. I would’ve loved you through a thousand lifetimes,” you told him. “That’s why people call it soul mates, right? You fall in-love with someone’s soul, and nothing else. I think-” you placed a hand on his heart, “my heart would’ve known you were the soul waiting for me. So you’re wrong,” you told him and he chuckled, tilting his head back to stop himself from weeping, “I would’ve loved you.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t need to live up to anything. You’re fucking killing me with just your words,” he said and you chuckled as he brushed your tears away with his thumbs. “Just promise me you won’t ever leave me and- I promise you, we’re squared.”

“I promise,” you drew yourself closer to him and his arms wrapped around you, hands pressed against your lower back. “I am yours eternally. Even if we die and come back as-” you chuckled, “Barbara and George.” You both laughed at the randomness of those names. “I’m going to find you and live out whatever life we’ll create together. Because I love you, like- imagine my love is like Mount Everest, 'cause that is how much I love you.”

“You know what, Barbara,” he chuckled when you giggled, “I Mount Everest love you too.”

“Believe me,” you smiled, inching your lips closer to his, “that message has been well received.”

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