he will always have a special place in my heart that oak

Not Quite a Coffee Shop AU

From a suggestion from @wordsmith-storyweaver

3.8k words of something

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She needs a second job and The Library needs a barista. Who knew she would end up with more than free coffee…

The first time Emma Swan tastes coffee, she is six. Her foster mom leaves a cup unattended as she goes to answer the phone (one of those old kinds with the long, twirling cords that is attached to the wall). It’s bitter. And hot. It burns her tongue and she hates it.

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When she is 14 it becomes cool to hang out at the coffee shop, drinking beverages that are more milk than anything else. She has a crush on the barista with the blue streak in his hair. He kisses her behind the store. He tastes like cigarettes. He asks her out on a date but doesn’t turn up at the fair.

She hates coffee again.

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At 16, she meets Neal. He takes her to an empty fairground and buys her coffee. (The irony is not lost on her.) She sips and listens as he talks of home and wanting; she falls for him a little after only knowing him for a few hours. He’s real and vital and understands what it’s like: being alone. Feeling lost.

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(She should have known it wouldn’t last. Then she’s alone again.)

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Years later and it’s become her drug of choice on those cold nights where she needs to stay awake. Bail bonds isn’t glamorous, but it can be lucrative. It’s just unpredictable. Coffee… well, it isn’t. Even the instant kind that clings to the back of your throat has a strange kind of comfort when it’s 4 am and you’ve stared at the same door for six hours.

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Mating.[Newt Scamander Oneshot.]

Finally, right? Here’s Part One. Part Two will be coming tomorrow. did i mean for this to be 3,000+ words and almost 8 pages long? no. but it is.


Originally posted by newdscamander

Title: Mating.
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader.
Words: 3,302.
Rating: M. (mild sexual content).


The night had started off just like any other you found yourself in. There were a few lights on in your home, there were also a few candles and an already dying fireplace set in the living room that gave off a wonderful heat and a sort of picturesque lighting. Your coat, as well as an appealing blue coat were hung up by the door, shoes popped off on the floor below them, snow now melting off their heels. A familiarly worn Hufflepuff scarf was accompanying the jackets on their hooks, an unspoken reminder to Newt of who he really was.

There was an absolute feeling of love and tenderness wafting through the air and there was no need for words anymore. Newt had a way of being so alluring without even intentionally thinking of appearing so, and you found yourself mesmerized by this. The cut of his jawline, the sinking in his cheekbones that gave him a specific unique look you’d never seen before. The freckles that tickled along the the bridge of his nose onto his tinted cheeks. His sparkling green eyes that, if caught in the light just right, looked as bright as a leaf mid-summer. He was surely beautiful, you thought to yourself with a dazzled sigh.

Unbeknownst to you, Newt was thinking very similarly. He wanted nothing more than to reach across the table and pull you close to him, his lips devouring yours in a kiss that would last near minutes until your lungs needed the satisfaction of air. He stayed still though, and swallowed in the fantasy running vividly in his imagination. For a second there, he could almost feel your hair brushing through his fingertips as he cups your head in a very heated kiss. Newt could feel the shock and then you softening against his mouth to reply.

And really, there was nothing stopping him from doing such. But, Newt did worry about how you respond to such a frivolous, spontaneous and romantically inclined action. Positively or negatively? He was sure it would be positive but he was left feeling a bit insecure on the matter and decided to let things go paced as they are.

Twitching his fingers softly, he reached up with the hand that wasn’t on his thigh, picked up his cup of tea and took a sip. He took slight pleasure in the way the hot liquid ran down his throat as it woke him up from his fantasies.

Social dates were okay, but if Newt had a preference he would say that the in-home more private dates where the two of you simply enjoyed each other without the looking eye of the public were possibly his favorite kind. He found a sort of solace in being happy with so little; in the fact that there were a few things that he was head-over-heels for. His creatures were one and you were the other. Biting his bottom lip, Newt gawked at you, or at least that’s how it appeared. Regardless of the situation, whether he was out in public or in home like he was now, he wouldn’t have reduced his amount of compliments and gestures of adoration. It was interesting to say the least, to hear him so chatty as the night progressed.

You had deduced early on in your relationship with Newt, that he was a bit of a night owl and liked to stay up later than most everyone. He probably found himself with more energy during the night than any other time of day because it was then that he could tend to his creatures without the constant fear of being caught, or even being carried away in his case by a stranger that happened to stumble upon it. Now-a-days, atop the nights that he spend tending to his creatures, Newt also spent them with you as well. It was in the night that he first saw you under a dim New York street light, looking as angelic as ever. His eyes rested on you as you took a drink of tea, idly staring off into space. His lips tilted into a small grin. That night you looked just as beautiful as you did now.

It was in the night that he trusted you, and you trusted him and he introduced you to the inside of his case and to his creatures. Newt’s heart churned at the thought. You were so in love with all of them, and you had accepted them as a part of your family by choice.

It was in the nighttime that the two of you shared your first kiss. It was a night much like the one happening. Quiet, peaceful. And by the end of it, when Newt was ready to leave, hopping on one foot to another because the night had really gone on without any issues and he actually found himself able to connect with you unlike he was able to with many people, you stood in the doorway of your small one-bedroom apartment. It took him a push, and if Newt looked back on it now, you were actually the one who initiated the kiss. And god, he was so happy you had because he was almost certain he’d continue to chatter your ear off before you finally said goodbye.

The smile on his face melted from one of pure remembrance of moments passed to a soft glimmer of adoration and love as he stared intently at you.

“Now is it fair that you look so amazing and I look like I got dragged through a trash can?” Newt asked and moved his eyes back to the tea in front of him, sitting snug on the oak table. Lifting an arm, he rested his hand on this thigh and laughed more to himself.

Laughing quietly, you looked at your teacup bashfully and shrugged your shoulders, “Have you looked a mirror recently?”

“Not recently, no.” Newt smiled at you, the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth becoming present. They were what you called his ‘Genuine smile wrinklies’ because that’s what they were. They were the reminders that if you cannot smile, it’s never a good day. At least, that was one of his many philosophies.

“Oh, well. I guess you’ll never know how unreasonably handsome you are.” You swooned in your seat, placing the back of your hand on your forehead and leaning backwards in your seat to strike a dramatic pose. This made Newt smile as he studied the curve of your body and how you moved so subtly, so gracefully and oh so enchantingly.

“I can’t tell if you’re flirting or trying to be mean in a nice way.” Newt was smooth to retort with his own sass, staring at the tea in his cup before setting back on the table, “Unreasonably handsome is quite a stretch, I’d like to think of myself as average.” His sentence turned into a small mutter near the end as he looked around.

Rolling your eyes at his statement, you repeated yourself and stood up. “You should really look in a mirror sometime, Newt.”

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder-” Newt said and grasped your hand as you rounded the table, “And if you’re my beholder, than I shall believe I’m beautiful as long as you think I am.”

“You’re beautiful inside and out.” You gushed, entwining your fingers with his. Newt left his thigh with the kiss of his palm as he raised both arms around you and persuaded you into his lap. Kissing his knuckles gingerly, you sat yourself on his thighs. Tucking back some of your hair with his free hand, Newt studied the side of your face and chuckled lightly when you turned your head to peck at the fingers of that hand.

His breath caught in his throat at the feeling of your lips so mildly against the sensitive skin of his fingertips. You had left them slightly wet as you pulled away to look down at him, and something about that fact left him sitting a bit more stiff that he was before. Newt swallowed back the breath that had managed to get stuck before drawing in a deep, settling breath. Tilting his head forward, he rested it on your bare arm and shut his eyes. Just being so physically close to you was something special and felt like a privilege. And to Newt, it surely was. You were letting him into your life, you were letting him close and letting him love you, so in the end, to him, all of this was a privilege. Kissing your arm blindly, he tipped his head up and rested his chin on your shoulder.

Newt breathed in once again, focusing on the smells. He could smell perfume, something vague and very delicate. He could almost imagine a rose in his mind. Lying under that scent was something different. Much like animals producing their own scent to attract a mate, humans did very much the same thing or so Newt has recently discovered. A sex pheromone, he thought to himself and breathed out shakily. To say yours was different wasn’t a complete lie; to say that Newt found it amazingly suitable and attractive to only you would be a better way to put it. The natural smell you gave off, plus whatever perfume you decided to wear that day always toyed with his mind in the instances you walked by, or if the wind brought the smell to him. He supposed if humans were like animals he’d have to perform a mating dance, but alas, they weren’t.

He smiled gently. You were simply with him because you loved him and supported him. And that meant the world to him.

“You okay?” Your voice rattled him back to reality.

“Quite.” Newt murmured in the crook of your neck and left you with a ghostly kiss to your skin. “Just getting a bit tired, I suppose.”

“You want to go lay down?” You asked and brushed back some of his reddish-brown hair. It tangled between your fingers.

Newt thought about that for a second before nodding a bit too eagerly to a question of such stature.


With your back pressed against the oak door of your now shut bedroom, you found it hard to even focus on anything other than the deliciously plump lips that were smashing down onto yours, eradicating any thought of even getting to sleep early this evening. Newt was surely careful not to bump you too harshly against the door to avoid hurting you, his hands pressing against the wood and trapping you snug between a rock and a hard place. The rock being the door behind you and the hard place being Newt. With your dress already unzipped in the back, the chill of the air was running up and down your spine and only intensified as he pulled you away from the door, desperate to make some sort of attempt at getting to the bed.

If not, then the floor would have to suffice. That thought was surely wiped clear of his mind when he felt the back of his knees against your mattress. Strange, he thought to himself and furrowed his eyebrows, he could have sworn the bed was farther away than that. Sitting himself down, he gazed at the floor and then at you. “Come here.” Newt chided quietly, wrapping both arms around your waist and tugging you to lay on the bed. With a few shuffles and moans, he was finally on top of you.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable?” Newt whispered down to you whilst readjusting his body above yours. Grunting softly, the mere tightness of his clothing were making it difficult to maneuver properly.  Your were knees bent and placed between his legs, your back arching to accommodate to the messy blanket you were resting on, his hands keeping himself as steady as possible with them resting by your head on a soft pillow. Your dress would occasionally peek up your thighs as if they were playing a game with you, and though you bare noticed such a thing, Newt seemed to be thrilled by the second as more and more of smooth skin was being revealed.

Newt’s fingers would dive into your hair every so often when he had the strength which he seemed to have a small amount of as you nodded, tilting your head to the side to give his clothed forearm a seductive kiss. That was enough to make him falter, whether because of the heat you gave with every bit of affection or because of the undeniable thought of what was going to happen, Newt wasn’t sure. But, one thing was certain. So far, he was enjoying himself. He just hoped you were as well.

Newt didn’t want to crush you by letting his entire weight rest against your body, and opted for his bottom half to rest against yours. With his hips hugging yours, he lifted his torso a bit more and puffed it out. Your hands had left your side on the soft bed to touch his sternum before diving down to unbutton his shirt. One by one. Such a slow pace, Newt thought to himself and watched you with dilated green eyes. They were so heavily diluted, that in the luminescence given off by your nightstand light gave the appearance of his eyes being heavily darker than they were in natural sunlight.

He himself felt like he was floating on a cloud every time you’d even hover your lips above his, every time your hands would peep under his button up shirt and onto the bare skin of his neck. Goosebumps were rising and falling on his body as frequently as he breathed.

But then again, that was an understandable area for that kind of cuddling, that being on the chair in your dining room near the dying fire. The sort that could turn into something else given the circumstances. And it just so happened that the two of you found those exact conditions this evening. First on the chair, and then soon after in the bedroom down the hallway.

Friction at this point was the only thing he needed to worry about. The intense friction you would bring by barely even grazing your legs against his, giving him a touch here and there were enough to stir something deep inside of his mind. It was as if someone or something had hit him with an aphrodisiac causing a jolt of unsaturated craving to run vicariously through his veins. Either it was a good thing or things were going to be a disaster. Newt would have to see.

“I’m plenty comfortable.” You responded as another one of his shirt buttons came undone, “Are you though?”

Chuckling breathlessly at your inquiry, Newt craned his head down to capture your lips in the smoothest possible way. He was hoping that was an obvious answer to your question, his full plump lips melding against yours ever so slightly as his hips moved against yours to allow some more leverage in his movements. It would become much easier to move when he wasn’t completely constricted by tight clothing, he figured and watched with a sort of innocent eagerness as your hands pulled away his white button up shirt. With Newt’s shirt now completely unbuttoned and tossed haphazardly onto the floor, your hands found themselves on his torso.

You teased his skin with your fingernails, hoping to arouse him further. Unknowingly, you were playing with a fire that was only going to get hotter and hotter the more you handled it.

A reaction from Newt you would have expected was a shiver, maybe a small smile of shyness. But, as he pulled his mouth from yours to look down at you, you noticed something behind his gaze. And it was surely intentional, the pure intensity of his stare as he refused any sort of motion that would cause your eyes to unlock from one another, mouth agape and appearing to be much more bruised from the delectable way he was kissing you before. You could feel his breath on your face as you ogled up at him, entranced by his peering eyes.

Whether it be lust or want, perhaps a mixture of both, his green eyes sparked something inside of you mind that eventually, with very little motivation swirled through your body. A sort of confidence, really as you found yourself pleased with Newt’s response. Lightly, your fingernails traced down his smooth chest to rest on his navel to see what other reply you could get out of him. You could see the freckles that lined on Newt’s body, from his cheeks where they were splattered gently, to his slightly broad shoulders where they clustered together like tiny galaxies, all the way down to where the waistband of his dark brown pants danced around his slender waist.

That was a wonderful feeling for him. He couldn’t quite describe it, but if asked, Newt supposed he would say that it felt like a sort of tickle turned seductive. Newt knew where this was heading, which was why it wasn’t as ticklish as it would have been if you purposefully used your hands to trace his abdomen. Not to say your action didn’t make him chuckle because it did. The sound was slightly strangled by his lips pressing against yours once again, coaxing into deeper longer kiss than before.

Undeniably, Newt was turned on. With every ghost of your touch, with every kiss he was getting more and more to the place in his mind where he’d no longer heed to anything but the want. Newt wanted the favor of your bare body so close to his, his fingers touching unspeakable places they’d never wandered around before, his lips whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

He started with the latter, with the full intentions at getting you to the point of excitement that he found himself at. Craning his head down, Newt situated his mouth next to your ear. He made himself appear suspenseful as a small, deep chuckle resonated from somewhere deep inside of his chest. That sparked another flush of want to radiate down and throughout your entire body, as you had never actually heard him sound like that before.

The gently loving hands that were once cupping your cheeks were now pressing against the outsides of your thighs, teasing an already peeping dress further up. You could feel his fingers shaking against your skin ever so slightly, telling you that he was in fact nervous and was putting on a small facade of confidence, but regardless, seeing Newt in such a state was a thrill. 

He had let himself go slightly, and now rested his naked chest against yours to get closer to your ear. The leg that was between your legs was pressed further up, rubbing sensitively as Newt licked his lips and informed you, “I’m already shirtless, so I believe it’s time we make it a bit even, (Name). Fair is fair, after all.” His voice waved a bit at the end of his statement, but for Newt to have even gotten that far was amazingly sexy. Beyond that even. It was impressively sexy.

Biting down on your bottom lip, you laughed and tilted your head back against a pillow once again. “Have you been practicing pick-up lines?”

“Only slightly,” He said into your ear with an embarrassed chuckle, “Is it obvious?”

“Only a little.” You stifled your laughter and raised your hands onto his chest once again. You could see Newt shudder under your touch, leaving you to feel a bit more powerful than before. “But, my oh my…. Mr. Scamander. I had no idea you were so seductive.”


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Golly gosh I hope that was good. This was only part one, folks! Part two is coming your way tomorrow! Reblogs + likes are way appreciated and mean a lot! Have a good day/night!

Originally posted by tvd-tw-ships

KAI PARKER X READER

All Yours

Request: could you make an imagine in which the gang™ doesn’t like the reader because she always says what’s on her mind and doesn’t care about their opinions so, naturally, Kai and her end up liking each other?thank you ❤

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She strolled lazily through the faded doorway, flyaway curls framing her face, muddy boots clacking on the ground as she peeled off her navy coat and tossed it upon a chair. She wore a wavy creme top with torn black jeans, a silver necklace glinting under the warm light of the Salvatore kitchen, where a group of supernaturals were huddled around the gleaming wood table, deep in conversation. It was almost silent, aside from the noise of a bored looking Kai Parker trying to devour a pack of pork rinds as obnoxiously as possible. His eyes met with hers first, instantly sending a happy lopsided smile to his lips.

“You’re late,” Caroline huffed, bringing her blue eyes up to glare at the girl.

“I’d tell you I’m sorry, but I had better things to do than be here,” she responded, pulling out a chair and plopping into it, arms folded across her front.

“Yeah, like what?” Caroline challenged.

“Like sleep in,” the girl responded with a defiant smile, to which Caroline clenched her teeth together, temper rising.

“We’re having a vampire crisis, and you don’t even care?!” Caroline hit her fists against the table, “we’re getting overrun and to you it’s nothing!”

“I already told you how I want to deal with this situation,” she growled back. “Set them on fire, rip their hearts out, snap their necks, do whatever it takes. But it’s not my fault you guys suddenly want to be noble heroics out of the blue.”

“We’re just doing the right thing,” Caroline started.

“Bullshit!” the girl rose from her chair, anger flaring within her chest.

“Calm down,” Stefan finally chimed in quietly, face set.

“Oh what? You want me to apologize, hero hair? Would that make you smile!? Oh wait, no it wouldn’t, because you never smile, you lump of regret.”

Damon slammed his bourbon down on the table, alcohol slopping over the edge, “enough.”

“Don’t even get me started on you,” she chuckled sourly. “We all know very well how much you’d love to tear those vampires apart, and you could, so easily. But now you have to be a good little boy, that way Elena will still love you when she finally gets her ass out of that coffin.”

Damon closed his eyes, hands trembling as he used all his power to restrain himself from tearing her throat out.

The room fell quiet, broken only by the noise of Kai’s quiet snort of laughter.

The girl snapped her eyes to the heretic, narrowing them as she looked over those piercing icy eyes and carved facial features.

“And you,” she began. “The only reason you’re here is for your magic, because without it you’re just a siphoning sociopath with the empathy of a rock.”

She expected him to snap, to tense like everyone else in the room, but instead he did the opposite. His lips split into that smile that drove her crazy, brows arching as a laugh emanated from his throat, dimples alighting his cheeks.

“She has fire,” he addressed the whole room, yet only had eyes for her now. He flicked his tongue over his dry lips, giving a smirk, “I like it.”

She tried to form a clever retort, but when met with nothing, sunk slowly back into her chair, cheeks burning red with embarrassment. 

“Not used to boys giving you compliments?” Damon shot cleverly at her.

“Of course she is,” Kai responded before she could. “With a face like that, who wouldn’t?”

She chewed at the inside of her cheek, suddenly wanting everyone to just go back to the stupid discussion, her heart thrumming in her chest.

“I can hear that, (Y/N),” Kai smiled to himself, leaning forward on the table to get a better look at her, his chin resting against his propped hands, slender fingers folding together, silver rings glinting at her.

She inhaled a sharp breath, raising her eyes to his infuriatingly blue ones, “what?”

A smile creeped to the edge of his lips as he whispered, just audibly, “your heartbeat, princess,” he tapped at his ear to signal his specialized hearing.

Everyone at the table stared at her, but they all seemed hazy and blurry, the only person coming clearly being Malachai.

“You know what?” the girl stood, shoving her hair behind her ears, spinning on her heel. “It’s not like you guys are going to take my opinion into consideration anyways, so there’s no point of being here.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Kai piped up.

Her back still to the group, she froze, attentive.

“You all have a reputation to keep up, but me, I’m irredeemable,” he shrugged.

“Don’t even think about it,” Caroline snapped.

But Kai was already whooshed to the girl’s side, bent to the doorframe, eyes drinking her up and blocking her path.

“Carebear, you’re a goody two shoes Barbie vampire, Stefan, you’re already drowning in your own guilt, and Damon, you’re whipped. But me, well…I’m just a siphoning sociopath with the empathy of a rock,” he winked at her.

And with that, he slinked an arm snugly around the girl’s waist and brought her body straight into his own with a cheeky smirk, her protest unheard as she was wooshed away in Kai’s arms. When she landed back on her feet, she was upstairs in a deserted bedroom filled with colors of warm oak and dark ember. Kai placed her down slowly, eyes following hers as he set the girl down gently, fingers dragging out across her hips as he removed his hand from her body.

Her eyes flickered back and forth across his own before darting quickly to his lips. She cleared her throat loudly and turned away, hoping he hadn’t picked up.

“Stop playing games with me, Malachai.”

“But you’re so much fun to play with,” he hummed softly, standing his ground. When she didn’t respond he continued, “I like you, (Y/N). You’re strong, and independent, and you don’t care what people think of you.”

She turned to face him eyes struggling to focus anywhere but his mouth which was practically begging to be kissed.

“And you don’t have to tell me you don’t feel the same way when that heart of yours says it all,” he murmured low.

Her words stuck to her throat like glue, fingers mindlessly toying with the fabric of her shirt.

“So now you suddenly can’t talk back?” he asked.

“I don’t want to talk,” she responded quietly.

Kai cocked his head, daring her to come closer, “so what is it that you want?”

“You.”

And in the next second her back was slammed to the wall, Kai towering over her, lips inches from hers, blue eyes boring into her own, “all yours,” he whispered huskily.

She bent up to reach him, eyes fluttering closed as she closed the gap between their bodies. Her mouth came to his, but she didn’t kiss him, she only brushed her lips teasingly against his own, her palms coming to his face, fingers tracing around his faint stubble and jawline. Kai growled agitatedly against her, his breath cool, aroma wafting across her face, but she simply smiled and pulled away, dropping back to her feet.

“Unfortunately for you, girls like me aren’t that easy to get, Kai Parker,” she traced around his lips with her fingertips.

“Well then it’s a good thing I like a challenge,” he smirked.

anonymous asked:

OMG I LOVE THE VIETNAM AU. Finally, the reunion! So wonderfully written. But hold the phone WHAT happened to Jamie and why does he look like that and how is Claire gonna heal him? *sigh*

Vietnam AU

“Stuffed cabbage, Claire?”

 

Claire turned to her left, meeting the kind brown eyes of Ian Murray – Jamie’s best friend and brother-in-law.

 

“Sure – is it grown here on the farm as well?”

 

Ian served her a good-sized helping. Jenny – at her right – poured a bit more wine into the tall glass by her plate.

 

“Most of the simple vegetables come straight from the kailyard – always have, as long as we can remember. Nothing is as fresh to us. Or as rewarding.”

 

Claire took a tentative bite, keeping her eyes firmly on the gorgeous old dinner plate – clearly used only for special occasions – as Jamie’s foot silently nudged hers beneath the table.

 

Somewhere around three that afternoon, Ian had hobbled down to the barn – he had lost his leg in a childhood car accident, Jamie later explained – finding a doubly rare sight. Jamie Fraser was idle – and Jamie Fraser was in the company of a woman.

 

That he had somehow, sometime told Jenny and Ian who she was had been clear – but just exactly what they knew about her was not. She had helped Jenny and the kind housekeeper Mrs. Crook prepare dinner – over Jenny’s protests that a guest should rest – seeking the opportunity to quietly introduce herself to Jamie’s sister, and needing the time away from him to just reflect on her whirlwind day. She had had months – years – to prepare. He had had no notice, and yet had taken it all in so gracefully.

 

Had pledged himself to her, fully. Unequivocally.

 

Would she do the same for him?

 

She’d immediately accepted his offer of a place to stay for the night. Jamie had proudly shown her to one of the beautifully apportioned rooms on the second floor of the Big House – Lallybroch – sharing incredible stories of the many Frasers whose blood and sweat had been poured into the very stones and floorboards of the house since before the Revolution.

 

Light streamed through the windows of the room that was to be Claire’s – the hand-carved bed covered in a worn but exquisite blue bedspread that had been quilted by Jamie’s grandmother MacKenzie; two plush armchairs of a 1940s vintage cozily angled before a small fireplace; on the wall above the bed, a vibrant watercolor of the Big House amid the glowing orange leaves of autumn.

 

“There should be some spare clothes in the bureau,” Jamie remarked softly, remaining just inside the doorway as Claire quietly acquainted herself with the room. “And my Mam painted that when I was small. We have her drawings and paintings up all over the house.”

 

From her position at the window, admiring the kitchen garden and small orchard of fruit trees clustered near the old outhouse, Claire turned to smile at him. “Do you paint?”

 

He shrugged. “I’ve tried. But Jenny has the real talent for it – some of her pieces are downstairs.” He paused, licking his lips. “Well then. I’ll be down in the study with Ian. Have some orders to straighten out for tomorrow. Will – ”

 

“I’ll be all right,” she reassured him. “Thank you, Jamie. Truly.”

 

His smile – small, glowing – was absolutely beautiful. “Thank *you*, Claire.” Then he turned and disappeared down the hall.

 

“The apples in that pie you helped me with come right from the orchard – great-grandmother Fraser planted them, right after the War Between The States,” Jenny continued. Claire snapped back to the present as the toe of Jamie’s boot curled around the back of her shin.

 

“I’m normally not much help in the kitchen, but you’ve all been so incredibly warm and generous – ”

 

“Nonsense,” Ian insisted, tearing up a piece of Mrs. Crook’s thick homemade oat bread – a bannock, Jamie had called it – for his three-year-old son – Jamie’s namesake holding court at the worn but homely kitchen table between his father and uncle. “You’ve made Jamie smile again. Lord knows that’s been a rare sight since he returned from ‘Nam.”

 

Jamie withdrew his foot – and Claire looked across the half-empty portions of roasted pork and Brussel sprouts and corn bread. Meeting his intense blue gaze. Hoping her eyes could convey everything her voice could not.

 

 

Apple pie and whisky before the fire in the sitting room – lined floor to ceiling with books dating from the 18th century all the way up to shiny new editions of Slaughterhouse-Five and In Cold Blood. Comfortable silence between them when Jenny and Ian departed to tuck the children into bed. And then when Claire had yawned for the fifth time, Jamie rose, banked the fire, and helped her rise from the couch. Then gently led her upstairs to the room that would be hers for as long as she wished. Holding her hand the entire time.

 

They paused in the doorway.

 

“Will you be warm enough? There are extra blankets in the hallway closet – ”

 

Claire rested her hands on his solid shoulders. “I’ll be just fine. I’m not fragile, you know.”

 

He settled his hands on her hips, eyes creasing with happiness in the dim light of the hallway. The silence of the house buzzed in their ears.

 

“I know you aren’t,” he breathed.

 

Then drew her close – holding her. Enveloping her. Feeling her melt against him – her heart thrum in time with his.

 

After a long while she pushed back, kissed the corner of his mouth, and quietly slid out of his arms.

 

“I’ll be right here, down the hall,” he whispered. Eyes dark.

 

She blew him a teasing kiss, then quietly swung the heavy oak door shut.

 

On both sides of the door, Jamie and Claire rested their foreheads against the wood. And sighed.

 

 

Despite her exhaustion, Claire slept fitfully. Tossing and turning on the heavenly soft mattress and under the almost sinfully warm quilt. So many images flashing through her mind – the bullet-scarred palm tree on the helicopter pad at Chu Lai; the faded anchor tattooed on the forearm of her anatomy instructor; the checked shirt Uncle Lamb loved to wear when presenting his latest findings to a group of his peers. The graceful, invisible shapes Jamie had traced with his hands as he shared stories about himself and his Fraser forebears – helping her learn about all the gifts he would give her.

 

Did she belong here? Could she belong here – the lady of this great house? Sharing such a well-respected name? Enjoying dinner every night in the rustic kitchen built two centuries ago, surrounded by so many Frasers, alive and dead? Quietly at peace here on the ridge which Frasers had called home for longer than Beauchamps had been in America?

 

No.

 

Yes.

 

Perhaps.

 

The house groaned and settled around her – easing into sleep.

 

Except the shuffle of steps in the hallway. Pausing outside her room, then continuing down the stairs.

 

At least she wasn’t the only restless person tonight. Jenny, perhaps? Maggie was still nursing – perhaps just another late-night feed?

 

Claire wrapped the tartan blanket – Fraser colors, Jamie had told her – from the foot of the bed around her shoulders, draped over the App State t-shirt and flannel pants that had been neatly folded in the bottom drawer of the bureau, gently pushed open the door, and stepped downstairs.

 

Only one room to visit at this time of night – the parlor, where books and the warmth of the fire could lull even the most restless to sleep.

 

But it wasn’t Jenny who sought solace, deep in the night.

 

Jamie stood after adding a fresh log to the fire, rubbing his face with his hands, clad in an olive-green Army-issued t-shirt and worn white long johns.

 

Claire must have made a sound – for his head snapped up, startled.

 

“Can’t sleep?”

 

His wide, sweet mouth twisted in a wry smile. “You could say that. I haven’t had a full night’s sleep in three years.”

 

Claire blinked harshly in shock. “You mean – ”

 

“Yes – since Chu Lai. I – well.” He swallowed, grasping for words. “I re-live all of it every night.”

 

She crossed the room to stand in front of him. Rested a tentative hand on his elbow. “Tell me?”

 

He did. Terrible storied of men blown to pieces. Villages burned. Dead livestock floating face-down in rice paddies. The faces of men he couldn’t save. Memories of pain, and anguish, and isolation.

 

“And the worst one –” his voice broke.

 

At this point they had curled up together at the corner of the couch, her legs tucked against his, sharing the warmth of the plaid. She squeezed his clammy hand. Encouraging.

 

“The worst one is when the VC attack Chu Lai – and I can’t find you, Claire. I can’t protect you. And then I’m scrambling down the hallway and they’re firing at me and I trip over your body.”

 

He wouldn’t look at her – preferring to stare into the hypnotic flames.

 

She wiped the tears from his eyes. Stunned.

 

“Have you ever told this to anyone?” Her fingers twined in his hair, damp with sweat. Bringing his face to rest in the curve of her neck.

 

All he could do was shake his head. Breathing hard. Burrowing closer to her.

 

“Nobody here understands. I’m a war hero. The owner of this estate. I’m not supposed to be scared. I’m not supposed to have a back twisted with scars. I’m not supposed to be terrified of going to sleep every night.”

 

Claire eased onto his lap. “Shh,” she soothed. “I’m here. Just let go, Jamie.”

 

He inhaled deeply. Shakily.

 

“Let go,” she repeated. “I understand. I’m here. You don’t have to pretend.”

 

A beat.

 

Then –

 

“I love you.”

 

His awed, red-rimmed eyes lifted to meet hers. Smiling through the tears.

 

Then her lips found his – and they clung to each other in desperation and joy.

Misunderstandings || Daveed Diggs Imagine

Note: Hi everyone! So I know this is out of my football imagine line but it has to do with my other obsession aka Hamilton aka Daveed Diggs. I hope you like it!

Warning:Swearing, but if you have heard Clpping, you should be used to it.

Anyone that has seen or heard of the Hamilton musical dreams of being part of the cast members, at least you did. Thankfully, you were part of it. Part of an amazing cast who cared so much for each other and were absolutely perfect. You were part of the Ensemble, but with the privilege of being able to fill in for any of the girls because you knew all the songs by heart and knew the script as well. You loved your job, who wouldn’t? Maybe it got tiring, but you still had fun and didn’t let that show, ever, until you were home.

“You haven’t met her, you haven’t had the chance” you hear Leslie sing as he recorded with his phone for social media. “You have seen her in the show, the one who can play Hamilton by herself, Y/N” he drew out your name. You were fixing your hair so you look at him through the mirror.

“You are the worst, Burr” you say in a French accent and both of you laugh as you turn around.

“Hey” he greets, kissing your cheek after he stopped recording.

“Your coffee is over there” you nod your head at the couch and he grins.

“Reason why I love you.”

“Les, have you seen- Hey” Daveed greets making you grin. So maybe you had a crush on him and the others have said it was mutual. The way his breath got caught whenever he saw you was what made them all realize such thing, but you didn’t notice it at all. Yes you guys flirted a bit too seriously sometimes but it was teasingly, or so you believed.

“Hi” you say, and right there and then you hear Alexander’s voice, being Lin’s, saying the word in Take a Break.

“I was looking for you” he starts. Leslie, in the meantime is sipping on his coffee on the couch, looking between the two of you.

“What do you need?”

He looks at Leslie briefly and then his hues turn to you. “I was wondering if-”

“Y/N, we need a big favor” Lin says as he bursts into the room making your eyes widen slightly, snapping away from the Daveed daydreaming you were in.

“Sure. What’s wrong?”

“Jas has a sore throat and won’t be able to join us. Do you think you can fill in for her?”

“Of course. I just need to get the dresses, I’ll rush now.”

“Thank you, I owe you.” Lin blows you a kiss with both hands before he leaves. You turn to the guys, Leslie is grinning up at you while Daveed…doesn’t look very happy.

“You were saying?” You ask him.

“Nothing. It can wait. I’ll see you later.” And with that he walks away making you raise an eye brow.

“What was that?”

“It’s called ‘I wish I were Alexander in 'Say No To This’ if you get to be Maria. Also known as, a hint of envy with jealousy” Leslie answers and you face him.

“No way. Stop saying that. He probably forgot or regretted whatever he was going to say…” You frown but you still wonder what Diggs wanted to say deep down.

“There’s trouble in the air, you can smell it” he sings as he starts walking out of your room.

“I guess I’ll never be freed from references to the songs, huh?” You ask before you head out as well to get the wardrobe necessary for Peggy and Maria.



To say you were nervous was an understatement. You have played small dialogues like the girls in The Election of 1800, but to sing a whole song was a big honor and a big responsibility. But then, if Lin didn’t trust you could do it, he wouldn’t have asked you to get the part for today.

You fixed your dress for Peggy and walked out of the room, closing the door behind you. Everyone was rushing, as usual, and Groff was joking with Lin, still not in his costume, as usual.

“Y/N” you hear Daveed’s voice say behind you and your heart skips a beat. Your cheeks flush a soft pink as you turn to face him. “You okay?” He looked absolutely stunning with his hair pulled back in his bun and the soldier uniform…

“Uh, yeah, I am. Why?”

“You look nervous” he says with a smirk.

“I feel like I won’t be able to pull Peggy, right. I know everything but what if-”

“Hey. Lin trusts you, you will do fine. I believe in you. Just relax” he says, his thumb stroking your jawline and you feel the warmth radiating from it, you have to stop yourself from leaning into it. You were a hundred percent sure you were blushing.

“Thank you. That means a lot” you smile at him and he smiles back. Your gaze moves to look at his lips for a moment before looking back into his eyes, noticing he was doing the same gesture.

“Places!” A staff member shouts and breaks the moment between the two of you.

“We should probably…”

“Yeah” he agrees, his hand dropping before he walks away.

“Helpless” Pippa and Renee draw out before they lock their arms around yours to lead you to your place.

“I am not…” You groan and they laugh.



The first act went great, you acted as innocent as you could master, as well as a bit childish, when The Schuyler Sisters song came up. Then you have the moment during the wedding where you walked down with Daveed which made your heart beat quite fast the entire moment.

“Still nervous I see” he says as you two walk down and you tighten your grip around his arm as a sign for him to shut up, making him smile.

Then the boys did their little dance in Story of Tonight Reprise and you couldn’t help but laugh at their failed attempts. Oak tried and at least succeeded somewhat. Anthony did his pelvic trust and laughed as always. Meanwhile Diggs…Was being Diggs, incapable of doing simple moves. It was hilarious to see that scene, especially Lin not being able to hold back his amusement and chuckle at the three all the time.



The break was up, and you went to place Peggy’s dress back in place and took Maria’s. You had to change your make up to be the seductive Maria Reynolds instead of the innocent, little Peggy. You were dressed now, applying the red lipstick before moving to work on your eye liner. There’s a knock on the door.

“Come in!”

“Just wanted to drop by to say that you looked amazing and did well” Lin says and you smile at him through the mirror.

“Thank you, and thank you for trusting me to fill the role for today.”

“Might not be for just today if that’s what you want” he says with a chuckle and your eyes widen. “Eventually we will all leave, but if you want to stay and have a bigger role, you know all you have to do is ask” he says and places his hands on your shoulders as he looks at you through the mirror.

“Lin, I would love to, but…”

“Think about it, you got plenty of time. We aren’t leaving just yet. I’d like to keep you” he says with a chuckle and pats your shoulders. “I’ll see you soon” he says, winking at you before he walks out. Then, seconds after, Anthony walks in.

“Can you help me push this in? I hate this” he says pointing at the ruffled piece of clothing on the front of his shirt just under his neck for his Philip role.

“You got frustrated?”

“I seriously don’t know what happened today that I couldn’t do it on my own. I’m a mess.”

“Hot mess” you tease and Anthony chuckles as you fix the piece. His eyes are looking at you and you try not to blush. It was a habit whenever someone looked at you for too long.

“Red suits you” he says and you look up at him.

“Thanks, I know” you joke and you both smirk. “There, that should do it.” You say as you step away from him.

“Thank you, beautiful. I’ll let you get finish, sorry to bother you.”

“Its fine, Ant. Don’t apologize” you both nod and you turn around to finish working on your make up.



Your cue is given and Leslie, Lin, and yourself get to your places. You walk as Leslie begins with the introduction to the song while Lin is writing. You can spot Oak, Anthony and Daveed looking at you from the side of the curtains so you shift your gaze to somewhere else.

“Stay…”

“Hey?”

“Hey…”

You move around the stage accordingly. You totally have forgotten until the part of the song came when you had to kiss Lin. Your heart was beating out of control as you stand in your place and then you are rushing towards Lin, his head ducks a little so he is able to meet your lips. His soft lips caught yours and they move against yours slowly but with a hint of passion that you had to admit made your heart skip a beat. His hands were on your hips, and you feel the tiniest squeeze on your waist. This wasn’t how you thought kissing Lin would go, if it ever were to happen outside of the musical.

The rest of the song continues, and soon enough your hands are holding Lin’s as they travel down his chest as you stand from behind. You sit on his leg once he takes his spot on the chair and his hand moves along your thigh and up your body, head moving so your lips are a few inches away from each other. You can spot for a moment Daveed looking away and you wonder for a second if what Leslie meant was true.

The song is over and you rush away out of the stage to wait for your next cue in The Reynolds Pamphlet.

“That was amazing!” Pippa says happily as she hugs you.

“Do you think so? I got so into character I forgot…” you admit with a smirk.

“You did great. Everyone loved it” Renee assures you and you smile rather shyly, nodding your head in acknowledgement.



You watch as the others continue the act. It would be hard to meet with Daveed after your performance because he was on the other end of the stage waiting for his cue for the rest of the songs. You couldn’t help laughing at his movements as The Reynolds Pamphlet started, sitting on the desk, moving sideways, shuffling, throwing the papers, it was hilarious. There wasn’t a better cast in Broadway than this one, you were sure of that. You did your part of reading the piece of paper as they mention Maria Reynolds before you are off to hide again.

The show is done and everyone comes out and you all bow at the crowd, Lin and the others stepping back as they clap and they leave you in the front.

“Special thanks to Y/N, who covered for Jasmine as she was sick tonight” Lin says and another round of applause goes off and you bow again, cheeks a bright red and take a step back with a grin and the curtains close.

“Great job everyone! Thank you for being part of this” Lin says as he claps a few times at the others, being his encouraging self as always.

“Well done, Y/N, that was great” Oak says and you grin, instantly going to hug him. He was so huggable, like a personal teddy bear.

“Thank you, Oak. That means a lot to me” You say before you both pull away.

“Any plans for tonight?”

“Not really. Might as well go home and rest, why?”

“No reason, I might do the same.” He says and you both nod your heads before you part your ways to get rid of the dress and place it where it belonged. Everyone had come to congratulate and thank you for the performance, except Daveed.

“Les, have you seen Daveed?” You ask your friend out of curiosity.

“Not after the show ended, must be in his dressing room. Why?”

“Just wanted to know…He hasn’t told me what he wanted earlier.”

“Don’t think he will come to you right now” he blurts and you eye him, your face probably asking why since he spoke again. “He didn’t seem very happy about Lin’s hands all over you.”

“He knows it’s just an act.”

“When you are jealous, nothing is” Leslie points out and you frown.

“Should I go talk to him?”

“You absolutely should.” He says with a nod. Leslie knew what was up, besides the others, because he knew from the beginning. Stealing glances, the closeness, the teasing, the almost constant flirting. Leslie played a part in this story.

You rush to get the heavy makeup off your face and get dressed before heading to Daveed’s room. You knock on the door and Ant opens it, Oak at the end of the room, but no Daveed.

“Have you seen Daveed?” You ask as you frown.

“He left, he has a performance down in Brooklyn in an hour or so” Oak answers. “I thought he was going to tell you.”

“I think he tried, but then I was told about my role and had to rush things” you explain.

“And he was mad earlier so…” Ant says and instantly regrets it as you eye him.

“Ant…” You say in a warning tone.

“He…You know what’s up, don’t make me say it, please, he’d kill me.”

“Know what’s up?”

Ant and Oak exchange a look and you look at them curiously. “Daveed was going to tell you two things tonight, but the first one was asking you to go to his performance” Oak explains. “He…He got somewhat jealous about the whole performance, mainly the kiss” he says.

“He knows it’s just an act, but he couldn’t really let it go because he thinks there is something between you and Lin.” Ant says.

“Wait, what? Just because-”

“He heard you two talk before and it’s just a big mess. Just try talking with him, he is acting like a kid” Anthony says as he waves his hands around.

“I…Where exactly?”



Anthony and Oak decided to take you to the place Daveed would be performing. The place was crowded already.

“You think you can find him?” Oak asks as he looks around the place and then at you.

“I think so; I just need to get to the front of the stage. If he wants to acknowledge me, he will. If not I’ll try to sneak backstage. He can’t ignore me forever.”

“You have our phones, we are going home, let us know if you need anything.” Oak says and you smile.

“Thank you, both of you.” You say and hug them both before you wave goodbye at them. As soon as they leave, you start making your way forward until you are a few feet away from the stage.

It only takes a couple of minutes before the beat starts, your heart starts beating wildly. You have never seen Daveed perform before, but you did know of his music, something that not many people knew about you. You hear a couple of girls screaming and shouting that takes you away from your reverie and that’s when you spot Daveed.

His ripped jeans hung low on his hips and his tank top showed those arms that you always saw covered by his uniform or his hoodies. Your eyes wouldn’t tear away from his entire being. He looked different; he looked stunning and hot, obviously. He had started singing and you stare at him as if he were the most handsome person you have seen. A person who apparently liked you back, that got jealous for little things that were an act, someone who made you feel better when you were nervous.

At some point you start singing, rapping at the same speed as him. You had learned the lyrics after many failures and tripping over the words. You had to admit it was a big talent to rap like that naturally.

Get Up started to play next, still admiring Daveed doing what he loved the most. The way his hand moved as he rapped, the way his body just moved accordingly and his curls bouncing every time he moved had you grinning like a little kid. When the female part comes up, which he does not sing obviously, Daveed meets your gaze and you nod your head at him, but you get a smirk and nothing else because he moves to the other corner of the stage. Was he really going to ignore you? A wave or something to acknowledge you would’ve done it, right? As the final verses come, you move your way to the DJ, smiling at him. “Hey, do you have a second mic?”

“Uh, yeah? Why?” The guy questions, eyeing you curiously and so does the guard.

“I want to surprise him. I work with him on Hamilton. Part of the Ensemble” you say, hoping you gave enough information for them to stop looking at you weirdly.

“Oh, yeah. I recognize your face” he says and bends down to get the microphone. “Here you go” he says.

You look at the stage as you take the mic and turn it on as you heard Daveed speaking. “I’ve been doing this musical this whole time and I’m soft as fuck” he says, making you and the crowd laugh before he continues.

“Hey, do you know which song is next?”

“Let’s see…” he pauses as he stares at the computer screen. “Body and Blood” he says and you grin. “Think you can sing that?” He questions and it makes your grin widen.

“I’ll show you” you say and walk up to the stairs where the guard is. He steps to the side with a smile which you return and stay behind until the song starts. You use the instrumental seconds to think when you should step in and as soon as he starts, you know.

The first verses come up, you sing them to yourself before your planned stepped in gets close.

She might let you fuck but she wants…” and there you step in.

Body and Blood” You sing as you join him, stepping into the front of the stage.

Daveed’s eyes widen as he looks at you surprised and shocked and you can’t help but grin, the crowd cheering.

The song goes on and you step in in certain verses which he would let you sing to test that you did knew the lyrics. He looks at the crowd with wide eyes and then turns to you as you sing your favorite part of the song, tweaking it so you it is sang by your perspective.

I got my own home, I got my own set of power tools
My own unmarked van, plan meticulously laid out
And splayed on the walls, all scrawled on dated Polaroids of severed heads plated
I got vials of ketamine, rohypnol, and promethazine, blunts with amphetamines
And whatever your pleasure be, medically, I be readily
Providing the blast sometimes to dine with the finest of wines
Try and you’ll find cut glass to get you cut fast without cuttin’
I got a diamond tattoo on my upper thigh
Another fineness walks by and cuts eyes. ”


And from there Daveed continued as you catch your breath. Soon, the song had come to an end and the crowd starts cheering at both of you. “Give it up for, Y/N!” He shouts and the applauses go off. He gives you a side hug before letting go rather too quickly for your own liking.

You step down out of the stage but stay backstage since the show was almost over.

“That was awesome! Not many girls rap at that speed” the DJ says and you grin as you return the mic.

“Thanks. Took some good days of listening to the song and tripping over my words.” You giggle.



Seconds after, Diggs is saying his goodbyes before he turns to leave. You make sure you are standing somewhere where he can’t ignore your presence.

“Still here?” He asks as he walks down the stairs, not looking at you as he keeps walking, so you follow.

“Daveed we need to talk.” You say as you trail behind him. “There is nothing-”

“Between you and Lin? Doubt it after today” he says once he gets into his backstage room.

“You know it’s an act, Diggs. You know better than that” you say and let out a huff.

“That Lin wants to keep you?” He asks and you give him a questioning expression. “I heard him saying that and after that performance I noticed what he meant” he pulls his hoodie on.

“Can you let me explain?”

“Nothing to explain, Y/N-”

“Damn it, Daveed” you tug on his hoodie sleeve and push him slightly against the wall. “Is it not obvious or are you blind?!”

“I’m not blind at all, I saw everything. First row. He wants to keep you and he made sure we all noticed.”

You smirk and pull away, “Daveed, he said that to me so I can stay as Maria” you say and his hard expression turns into one of confusion.

“Wait, what?”

“Oh so now you want to listen to me? Be happy with those news” You say and eye him one last time before you turn to leave, hoping he’d want to ask more.

Heading to the door, Daveed gets in front of you quickly, making you take a step backwards. “Y/N, what’s going on? I need to know” he was concerned now and you grin to yourself.

“Do you want to talk here or you want to go for a walk?”

“Give me a sec” he says and you nod your head, walking out of the room.



You two walked out of club, staying silent for a few moments before he asked if you had eaten anything which you haven’t. You had rushed to get here with the other boys to meet Daveed here, but you didn’t admit that to him, you wanted to get over the conversation quickly and stopping to eat it would make things more awkward.

“I didn’t know you knew my songs” he breaks the silence, you don’t look at him, but you know there is a faint smile on his lips.

“I know most of them, still catching up” you admit with a smirk.

“Didn’t know you could also sing them, I have to admit I’m impressed.”

“I said so much nonsense the first times even with the lyrics on” you laugh, “I would run out of breath or just look into the lyrics hoping there’d be a verse I could step in and continue singing” you admit.

“You did well tonight. It was a good surprise after all…All of it” he is looking at you and you look at him, your head nods for a moment before you look away to hide your blush as you two walked.

After another minute of walking in silence, he decides to speak. “So?” He questions and you frown. He still sounded so angry at you, or was it you being paranoid? But you knew what he was questioning.

“What you heard was when Lin was telling me I could stay as Maria if I wanted. Like an upgrade” you explain. He looks at you strangely and you add quickly, “That’s why he said he wanted to keep me. I guess he means that he wants someone to stick around longer in the show to guide the others” you say and look at him before you notice you are reaching the Brooklyn Bridge.

“Would you?” Daveed asks, not looking at you.

“I’m not sure…It depends…”

“Depends on Lin’s approval to kiss other boys?”

“Daveed, that was an act, you know that. You kissed Jas once and I never said anything” so maybe you let out more than you should have. Why would you have said something?

He finally looks at you, his eyes showing confusion behind his cute nerd glasses, “Said something?” He questions and you groan internally.

“You know what I mean, but it was all an act” you repeat. “Lin is my best friend, we are close, and I guess that’s why the kiss was like it was and the whole thing.” You add after a few seconds, “We have chemistry, but not like that” you say rather quickly.

“Mhm” he hums and you stop in your tracks, arms crossing against your chest as he turns around, raising an eye brow and looking to the side. “What?” He asks before looking back at you.

“Why dont you believe it? Or believe me?” You ask. “Why can everyone else see it except you?”

“See what?” He asks, his tone exasperated.

“Oh my God” you groan and take a step forward. “I have talked too much, so why don’t you tell me what was wrong with you? You were supposed to invite me here, right? But as soon as I accepted the role you left. Why?”

He almost scoffs to the side, avoiding your gaze before he leans on the rail once you had reached the beginning of the bridge. You could see New York in all its glory. The shiny lights lighting up the whole city. From where you were, in the distance, you could spot the Statue of Liberty. It was a beautiful sight…A beautiful sight to try to push words out from Daveed.

Daveed hesitates, his expression was neutral and he speaks then, “What do you want me to say? That I am jealous?” He asks and the words make your heart skip for a moment. “I was going to ask you to come with me, but as soon as Lin walked in and you agreed I don’t know what happened” he started. “I am very aware that it was all an act, but then I remembered he said he wanted to keep you, and my mind played against me and all sort of things came to my mind I didn’t know how else to react” he was still not looking at you, but out to the river.

“So you were jealous?” You say, hiding a smirk as you lean against the rail besides him. “There is no reason for you to be” you pause, take a breath, and speak, “I like you, Daveed. Pretty sure everyone knows but you” you say and he looks at you from his spot, his curls moving with the small wind.

“Do you?”

You have to roll your eyes at that and you reach to punch his arm playfully, “I swear you are trying to be stupid right now, Diggs. Do you think that if I didn’t I would’ve come all this way to clear things up? Go up stage and sing with you with the fear I’d trip over all the words?” You ask and he chuckles.

“True. You were still damn good” he says and you smile to yourself. For a moment you both stare at the city, you see him move and he goes behind you, arms snaking around your waist, his body warmth making you shiver and you let him pull you close to his chest. “I’m sorry I acted like a jerk today” he whispers into your ear and you hold back a shiver. His voice had changed completely as he spoke to you now, “I guess I was jealous that someone else I knew got to kiss you before I did” he breathes and your eyes flutter close. He was probably aware now of the effect he had on you.

“That isn’t anyone’s fault except yours” you say with a small smirk and he joins.

He turns you around by the waist, your hands moving to settle on his hips. Chocolate hues stare into yours and you feel your cheeks hot. “I can fix that…” he says and one hand moves to rest on your cheek, in the loving assuring way he did today at the theater. This time, you do lean against his big hand and he smiles before he bends down to press his plump lips against yours.

Your breath gets caught on your throat, your body tensing at the new feeling before you give in. Soft lips parted yours and you let out a small sigh of relief that it finally happened. Your lips matched his movements, slow and soft, resting the urge to bite on his lip. His posture shifts, hands moving to the small of your back and pushing you into his body which you were more than happy to obey. The hand on your cheek has started to stroke your jawline and it made you weak on the knees. If it weren’t because he was holding you, you might have slipped.

He pulls away first after a few more seconds, but as he does, he leans one more time to kiss you for a mere second, pecks your lips again and then pulls away. You slowly open your eyes but you can feel his eyes looking at you and your reaction. “Just like I imagined” you breathe out and he chuckles.

“So I wasn’t the only one imagining this moment?”

“Nah” you shake your head playfully and he laughs before kissing your forehead.

“Y/N…” he whispers.

“Hm?”

“Would you go on a date with me?”

“Of course” you say with a grin before leaning in to kiss his lips, a soft peck, your lips lingering there for a moment before you hug him, his strong arms going around your frame and holding you close as if he’d never want to let go of you again.

Sometimes Rain Falls

A BTS Fanfiction

Type: AU/Alternative Universe

Summary: Sometimes a normal life is a good one to lead; its nice…its easy…
But sometimes, normal isn’t the way that things were meant to be. And when you’re chosen as a possible candidate for one of the kingdom’s 7 princes, life isn’t as nice and easy as you always presumed it to be…especially when you catch the eye of more than one of them…

A/N: I will warn you all now, that this fic is going to be VERY different to my usual stuff, but you can expect a hell of a lot more twists, turns, secrets, and debauchery than ever before… ;)

Disclaimer: I will put warnings on any chapters that challenge social acceptance, however, as an overall warning, this story will contain themes of sex, fear, control (of one person over another), and elements of a gothic nature! 

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Part 1

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Preface~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was so…dark.

All the stories that you’d ever heard about the castle had been about how music sang from the walls, how long clouds of silk curtains billowed gently in the breeze that wafted through the grand windows, how the place was decorated with ornaments, paintings, crystal vases galore…

But the first thing you noticed as you walked through the tall, oak doorway…

…was the darkness.


‘I don’t think we’re allowed to be down here.’ You murmur to the man pulling you along by the hand, your eyes wide as you watch the water dripping down the dank walls of the corridor you’d come to find yourself in after climbing down numerous stairs to what you thought would be the library, but what was starting to look more like a dungeon.

‘Don’t worry. I know where we’re going.’ He murmurs amused, the humor-filled lilt of his voice not working to reassure you at all as you begin to drag your feet, struggling to hold the bottom of your dress off of the floor so that it wouldn’t get wet as you watch him stare excitedly in front of himself.

‘I really think we should head back- what if someone sees-‘

You’re cut off when he suddenly stops, spinning back to pin you against the wall, his eyes dancing excitedly over your face for a moment before he pushes his lips against yours, ducking his head down and softly pressing his mouth to yours, practically being able to feel the adrenaline running through him in the kiss.

‘I have to show you.’ Is all he says as he pulls away, staring at you almost piercingly as he grins, and you swear you see his eyes flash a different colour momentarily, your heart racing in your chest with the sight of the abnormality, before you’re being kissed roughly, yet briefly, again, and once more he begins to drag you along the corridor, his grip on your wrist having tightened somewhat compared to before.

You remain silent as you follow after him, the only sound being your slightly ragged breathing, trying not to trip over your feet as he out-paces you, getting lost in your thoughts as the image of his eyes flashing repeats over and over in your mind. But just as you go to stop him once again, you look up to see that you’d arrived at the end of the dark corridor, a large solid oak door standing in your path.

‘This is it.’ He whispers to himself, turning to look at you with his lip caught between his teeth as he grins, the expression telling you that you were meant to be as excited as him, but all you could focus on was the way your heart was racing in your chest at the prospect of the unknown, your nervousness making you stare at the gold buttons decorating his chest rather than being able to look him in the eye.

‘Princess?’ he murmurs, the unexpectedness of the word forcing your gaze to his, and the minute you look into his eyes you wish you didn’t; seeing the same flashing of colour greeting you as he grins down at you devilishly.

‘Are you ready?’

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imagine--buddies masterlist

Fandoms Included: Hamilton, Marvel, HP/FB, In The Heights, DC Comics

warning: you might have to scroll a bit to find the fandom. I will put Hamilton at the end since it is our biggest.


HP/FB:

Newt Scamander:

Magizoologist 101- You go through the ten steps to learn how to be a Magizoolist with Newt.


MARVEL

Avengers:

I Bet My Life- You confront your mother on your Avengers membership.

Bucky Barnes:

Something Else- Bucky uses your god headphones to kill a guy, and you get kinda mad.

Clint Barton:

Little Bird- Clint surprises you by coming home early.

Sam Wilson:

Sky- Sam takes you up in a plane for your first sky diving lesson as apart of your training.

Wanda Maximoff:

Goodnight- You want to stay up to finish your work. Wanda wants you to sleep. Guess who wins.


IN THE HEIGHTS

Usnavi de la Vega:

De Todas Las Cosas Buenas- You wake up to find yourself in a bed. But it is not your own. 

Benny:

Stay Here With Me- Benny has a bad day at the dispatch. This results in cuddling.

Series:

Consecuencias- Sonny de la Vega X Reader (Ongoing)


DC COMICS

Song Fics:

Hurricane- You make a choice for the better of the team.


HAMILTON

Aaron Burr:

That’s All I Want-  You come up with an excuse to get Aaron all to yourself on the car ride home. Modern + Christmas AU.

Nursery- Not what you think. There is angst. Modern AU.

The Snake And The Badger- You make an Amortentia, a potion that’s supposed to let you smell the scent of your soulmate. Now the question is… who exactly is your soulmate?  Hogwarts + Soulmate (kinda) AU.

Alexander Hamilton:

Vs. 1: Swings- Alex needs a hug. At two in the morning. Modern AU.

Vs. 2: Lies- You find out about the affair of your adulterous husband. 

It’s For The Best- You find out that you’re pregnant by your best friend Alexander, but he doesn’t know that. Modern AU.

George Fredrick (KG3):

Félicitations- You have something important to tell your husband, George. But he’s in France, and you’re in England. So you get creative. Modern AU.

George Washington:

I Always Do- You go through your life with George. 

Hercules Mulligan:

I Fell For You- Hercules gets really flustered around you. Modern +Bar AU

I Broke My Arm- Mariah drags you to go skating. Ice skating. She as never had a worse idea. Or was it? Modern AU.

A Great Week- Your adventure to Comic Con with Hercules as Frozone and Honey. Modern + Nerd AU.

Walk Away- If your husband is dead, then why are you seeing him around town? Modern + Spy AU.

James Madison:

Wink- You’ve had a bad day. All you want is a hot shower, and a nap, but when you get into the shower. It’s cold. You take your anger out on your husband. Modern AU

I Believe You- James proposes, but you’re not ready for it. Modern AU.

Silly Rabbit- You dress up in a bunny costume to surprise the children at the hospital. Modern AU.

John Laurens:

Snap!- John takes you on a date for your anniversary and a surprise ensues. Modern AU.

Fireworks- You have a sleepover with the sisters and Mariah. After watching a scary movie, John asks you to meet him under a bridge. In the dark. At two AM. To say you’re reluctant is an understatement. Modern + College AU.

Drunken Minds- You get drunk with John and the Hamilsquad. Modern AU.

Homecoming- John has something important to ask you. You have something important to tell him. Modern AU.

How I Met Your Mother- You and John have this thing. I guess you could say it was a game. Will you let him win? Hell no. Modern + Bar AU.

Favorite Place- You’re pissed because of none other than Thomas-freaking-Jefferson. John takes you to your favorite place to put your mind at ease. Modern + College AU.

Marquis de Lafayette:

Je Te Pardonne- You get jealous. To say the least. In your defense, YOU DONT JUST CANCEL ON GAME NIGHT LAFAYETTE. Modern AU.

Mon Bibliothécaire- You meet Lafayette while taking care of a book store for a friend. Book Store AU.

Take A Break- You go through surgery and Lafayette takes care of you. Modern AU.

Philiip Hamilton:

Reckless- You make an irrational decision. Alt. ending

Valentine’s Special: Happy Valentine’s Day- In our 2017 Valentine’s day special and Phillip stay in and have a special date. Modern AU.

Thomas Jefferson:

Win Some Or Lose Some- You go to Cabinet Battle #2 and you have some things to tell Alexander. TAG TEAM!!

Another One Bites The Dust- Thomas sabotages your dates.  Modern AU.

Safe Driving- You go to a Halloween Party with Thomas. He gets a little jealous. You get a little drunk. Modern + College AU.

Coffee Cup- Thomas flirts with you, and your brother, Alex, finds out. Modern + Coffee Shop AU.

Cast:

Daveed Diggs:

Vacation- Daveed needs a vacation, so do you.

A Birthday In Color- It’s your birthday! Maybe this year you find your soulmate? Nahhhhhhh ;). Soulmate AU.

Leslie Odom Jr.:

Here For You- You’re pregnant, and craving. Leslie tends to your every need, but you’re scared that you’re holding him back.

Duets- Leslie and Lin go to a jazz club because Lin wants Leslie to hear you sing. 

Okieriete Onaodowan:

I Didn’t Mean To Ignore You- You don’t do your homework and you end up accidentally ignore the new kid for two weeks. Oops? High School Au.

The Good Days- You and Oak meet up again after years of seeing each other. Even after years of no communication it still felt like the good old days. 

Thayne Jasperson:

Donut For Donut- You’re new to the Hamilcast, and you know what they say. Best way to the heart is through the stomach.

Number 6- You go bowling with Thayne and meet the cast.

Chocolate Chip, Pancakes, and Dancing- You spend a lazy day with Thayne and your baby.

Series:

What Comes Next?- King George X Fem! Reader: Soulmate AU (Postponed)

 A Million Words- Thomas Jeffereson X Reader: Modern AU (Completed)

I Owe You- Hercules Mulligan X Reader: Modern AU  (Postponed)

Court & Courter- Hercules Mulligan X Spy! Fem! Reader TURN AU  (Postponed)

Unfaithful- Thomas Jefferson X Reader X Lafyette Modern AU (Completed)

All Is Fair- Lafayette X Fem! Reader in war (Completed)

It’s Only A Matter Of Time- Hamilsquad X Reader Time Travel AU  (Postponed)

Race Against Time- Alexander Hamilton X Fem! Reader (Ongoing)

Tears Over Beers- James Madison X Reader High School AU (Ongoing)

Happy twenty years of Pokemon, guys!! Words cannot describe how happy and grateful I am to Pokemon for existing. Like… whoa. It’s been around for twenty years today. As well as for myself, and for anyone else who got started on it when the show came out. And it’s still going strong. I still definitely cherish it, that’s for sure. It’ll always have a special place in my heart. No matter what Pokemon is doing these days with Ash. Whether who he’s with or where he is, it’ll always be something I love. But I have an extra soft spot for the orginal trio. That’s what really hits home for me. Ash, Misty, and Brock. It started for me with the three of them and that’s how it’ll always be. And everytime I hear the original theme song for it, I’m seven years old again, sitting in my living room and watching it before going to school. It’s been with me through my childhood and into my adult years. Which can be said for anyone because it’s not just for kids, it’s for people of all ages. That’s just another thing that makes it so great. I have so many wonderful memories of it, and it’s been apart of my life during the best years. So, I have the creators to thank, and the voice actors for bringing them to life. Cause if it wasn’t for them, this amazing franchise wouldn’t exist. And then there’s you guys for being so totally awesome with your fanart and keeping the spirit alive! So definitely keep that going and spread the pokemon love with that. Anyway though! Big, big shout outs to Satoshi Tajiri, Veronica Taylor for being the one and only voice for Ash Ketchum, Rachel Lillis for slaying Misty, and Eric Stuart for voicing Brock like no one else can. This goes for the whole Pokemon crew. Team Rocket, Mama Ketchum, Gary and Prof. Oak. Etc. And YOU guys on Tumblr for taking the time to read this nonsense! ;~; THANK YOU! And happy Twentieth Anniversary of Pokemon!! xoxo


I also wrote up a fic for today as well, because I have to celebrate in every single way I can.

Title: Timeless

Characters: Ash, Misty, Brock.

Rating: K

Summary: The trio dives into an album and share some laughs, some tears, and a whole lot of love. May contain pokeshipping.

It can be found here.

Leading Suspects: Epilogue

Well, here we are. It’s been quite the journey, and I hope you’ve all enjoyed it, especially you, @peetabreadgirl! There’s a strong chance I’d be crying in the corner over something fic related without you in my life. Clearly, you’re my Johanna. ;-) The story will be up on AO3 and FF.net in its entirety by the end of the week. I’ve been posting chapters five at a time, so if you follow me over there, I apologize for the flood of notification e-mails. Will make one more post here once it’s complete on the other sites. Smutty MCSmutterson out!


“Do you think they’ll serve pie?”

“Don’t eat the strawberry if they do. Just to be safe.” I smother my laughter at this and lean back against the trunk of the apple tree I scaled half an hour ago, the speakers below me unaware of my presence.

The funny thing about gossip and scandal is that it’s a stupid, fickle thing. Two years after I returned to Twelve Willows to propose a joint Daily Fix and bakery franchise to Peeta and ask him out for real, so much has already changed, and yet so much remains the same.

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In Stereo (Part 1)

“Draco,” an almost hesitant knock came at his door.

“Come in,” Draco’s voice sounded unnaturally low and scratchy in contrast to his mother’s smooth tones.

The ornate oak clicked open softly and he was greeted with the image of a teary-eyed Narcissa, who was so obviously trying to pull herself together for the sake of her son. Draco pushed his covers back and stood up, summoning all of the shrapnels of dignity he had left and using them to build the illusion of a strong exterior

“Mother,“ Draco whispered.

That was all it took. Narcissa was across the room in a second. She took Draco in her arms and, although he was bigger than her now, squeezed him as though she could shrink him small enough to fit in her pocket. Hide him away from what few dreadful things he had yet been forced to face.

Draco felt his mother start to draw back and fought to suppress a whimper. He studied her face and watched as she composed her strong, aristocratic features into the usual Malfoy mask that occupied them.

Draco reached a pale hand up and wiped a stray tear from his mother’s face.

“I’m okay,” he assured her. Or maybe he was assuring himself. Or maybe he was assuring both of them. Draco didn’t believe it, and he doubted his mother did either.

She didn’t answer, but nodded her head and set her lips in a grim line.

Narcissa fussed with her son’s fair hair and Draco frowned but made no move to stop her. “You’re wanted in your father’s study within the hour.”

Draco sucked in a breath of air and nodded his head in a single jerky motion.

Everyone communicated in nods and vague hand gestures lately. It was almost as though they were scared of using their voices too much. Which was oddly ironic, considering how they had all ended up here. Voicing opinions no one else wanted.

His mother exited the room and Draco - with a shaky exhale - made his way to the bathroom that was connected to his spacious bedroom. He stripped down with only a few seconds hesitation, still uneasy after an unfortunate incident with the wolf, Fenrir Greyback. Thankfully, the Dark Lord had called the obscenely large werewolf into some sort of emergency meeting before Draco had seriously injured him. Or been seriously injured.

As he showered, he wondered idly if this was how the Gryffindors had felt back in third year when Sirius Black had been on the loose. Nervous in their own house because of a lunatic hunting down the Chosen One. Hunting down Potter.

It was with a heavy heart that Draco stepped out of the shower and dressed. Nothing too fancy, this could hardly be considered a special occasion.

Draco wasn’t stupid, he was well aware of the reasoning behind his requested presence.

Requested. Draco scoffed ever so slightly at the word. As if he had a choice. If he didn’t show, he - and his mother - would be killed.

If he did show… he’d be punished. For his failure, and his father’s.

~

Deep breath. Sharp exhale. Draco put his hand on the doorknob to his father’s study. His eyes slid shut as he braced himself to open the door and face whatever was waiting for him on the other side.

Draco felt a delicate hand rest on his left shoulder lightly and he turned his head to meet his mother’s blue eyes. They held love and hints of reassurance, but Narcissa’s eyes had always been a direct window to her emotions, a trait she had unwillingly passed along to her son, and now they held barely concealed fear. Fear for the fate of the son she had raised. Fear for the boy who had no choice.

“Do you know-” Draco was cut off by the hesitant yet rough shaking of his mother’s head.

Grey eyes met blue one last time before Draco opened the door to his father’s study and stepped inside.

The tense atmosphere in the room prickled at Draco’s skin. His father refused to even look in Draco’s direction from his place in a chair in the edge of the room. On the flip side, his Auntie Bella looked positively ecstatic, smiling maniacally as the occasional giggle - which sounded suspiciously like a cackle - escaped her thin lips.

Lord Voldemort sat at the wooden desk in the centre of the room, stiffly perched in the same chair Draco’s father had sat in so many times before. There was something malicious glistening in his eyes. Though, that could just be one of the side effects of having red eyes. (Seriously, what muggle movie villain must the Dark Lord have based himself off of?)

The Dark Lord had always been intimidating but something was different this time.

“My Lord,” Draco regarded his master with a dip of his head.

“Draco,” The Dark Lord stood leisurely and a cold, cruel grin stretched across his white face as his snake, Nagini, slithered about near the bottoms of his robe. “You are to accompany us to Hogwarts, we have some… business to attend to.”

Draco had to restrain himself from furrowing his brow in confusion. (He could hear Pansy chastise him in his head, “Really, Draco, darling, that causes premature wrinkles,”).

“Yes, my Lord.”

~

Snow covered the Hogwarts grounds in a pillowy blanket. It seemed the sky, too, would have liked to cover the horrors that this war had conceived.

Draco walked behind his aunt and father, who were following the Dark Lord into the school. The irony of it all was not lost on Draco.

Familiar grey stone pillars towered around them as they entered the school. Every student in the vicinity - which wasn’t many, considering almost all of the students were already in the great hall - turned to glance in their direction before quickly looking away and flicking their eyes elsewhere, either at their shoes or towards the ceiling.

Draco watched silently as the doors to the great hall opened to accept their little group.

A hush fell over the already nearly quiet hall. Draco couldn’t think back to a time when the students had been this contained, not even after the death of Cedric Diggory, and it added to the ache he’d been feeling in his very soul since he had been marked a Death Eater, and therefore sealed his fate.

The Dark Lord stood at the front of the great hall, facing out towards the expanse of students.

“It has been brought to my attention that there are some,” the Dark Lord drawled and it made Draco regret ever using a similar tone, “who still resist my rule at this school.”

The Dark Lord’s eyes were skirting around the room - taking a particularly long look at Gryffindor table, Draco noted - before landing on Draco, himself.

A cruel smile stretched across his face and a shark’s mouth of teeth were put on display. “This will not be tolerated,” His words remained as calm and calculated as ever, but there were heavy notes of underlying anger in them that Draco only knew how to detect because the man (if he could even be called that) had been living in his house.

“And while I am unsure of what has given these students the false impression that Harry Potter is coming to save them,” He raised his arms up and glared cruelly out towards their audience, “No matter, I am here to right old wrongs, and give punishment to those who deserve it.”

Draco forced himself to stay still in his position between his Aunt Bellatrix and his father, Lucius. He was still confused as to why he, of all people, was asked to come along. He was also confused as to what they were doing here in the first place. Were they simply here to taunt the students with the hopelessness of their situation? No, he said he was here to ‘right old wrongs’ and to ‘give punishment’. Draco’s stomach flipped sickly as he realized the implications of what was happening.

This was his punishment.

Draco was no fool. He knew this was only the beginning. The Dark Lord surely had more planned than to force Draco to stand in front of his former peers and watch as he mocked them, like a petty schoolboy did a crush. Surely, there was more to come.

Sudden commotion dragged Draco out of his thoughts. He looked around, trying to pinpoint the source of uproar, and of course, it came from Gryffindor table. Specifically, from a certain boy known as Neville and a certain girl known as Ginny.

So, Potter’s sometimes-sidekick and his little girlfriend. Great.

“Harry is coming to save us you snake-faced bastard!” Longbottom burst out.

Girl Weasley stood next to him in a show of support, before yelling out, “Harry’s more of a leader than you could ever hope to be!”

The Dark Lord surveyed them with a front of amusement but there was a certain amount of malice shining in eyes. “Bellatrix, restrain them.”

“With pleasure, My Lord,” His Aunt smiled in that extra disturbing way of hers. She aimed a Petrificus Totalus at Longbottom and before the Weaselette could protest she was hit with one as well.

Alecto and Amycus Carrow were at the scene within seconds, where they exchanged grins and levitated the two defiant teenagers out of the great hall. Bellatrix skipped merrily behind them, humming a tune and laughing to herself occasionally. Draco grimaced in sympathy.

“Lucius,” The Dark Lord’s high, cold voice echoed in the suddenly silent again hall. “The boy.”

Alarms rang in Draco’s head as a heavy sense of foreboding fell upon him. His palms had started to sweat and he was fighting the urge to run.

Large hands that belonged to Draco’s father gripped his wrists and Draco could feel waves of confusion rolling around inside the hall.

The telltale static of a radio being turned on filled the room. Merlin, they were broadcasting this?

“Now,” The Dark Lord said, “You know what you’ve done.”

Draco’s heartbeat increased tenfold. He was trying to control his breathing as he risked a glance toward the tables.

His gaze landed first on Pansy. She looked terribly frightened as Blaise kept one hand on her arm, a look of set determination on his face. When he met Pansy’s eyes the look on her face shifted into defiance. But her eyes, her eyes held a question.

‘Should we help?’

Draco managed a small and subtle shake of his head and watched as tears filled her eyes. But Draco did not miss the slight flashing of relief. Pansy’s Slytherin self-preservation was still a strong part of her.

Good, Draco thought, Maybe she’ll make it through the War.

He directed a look at Blaise and knew he understood it perfectly as his shoulders slumped the smallest bit, his chin staying high in the air while he comforted Pansy.

Draco took a deep breath and turned his head to face the Dark Lord, who had used the time Draco had taken to watch his friends to speak of his greatness. Speak of how no one could disobey the Dark Lord and get away with it.

The task must be completed, no matter the consequences or difficulty.

Draco remembered those words from when he had first been given his assignment. An impossible task.

The Dark Lord stared directly at Draco as his long, white fingers curled around his wand. He whipped the wand up and pointed it at Draco.

Draco felt the grip of his father’s hands intensify in their place of holding Draco’s wrists behind his back.

Draco knew he should stare the Dark Lord down as he was punished. Knew he should exert some form of bravery. A way of showing he was not scared. But he was. He was so scared.

And although Draco knew he should do all of this, he also knew he wouldn’t. Because those were all the kinds of things a Gryffindor like Potter would do. And Draco was not a Gryffindor. He was a Slytherin through and through.

So Draco shut his eyes.

~

Huge thanks to @ferret-face for being my wonderful beta, @bigjellymonster for being the best Angst Lord™ anyone could ask for, and to @fairydrarry for just being an overall amazing wife.

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11153835/chapters/24888843

Liam AU// Just To Hear You Again

FBI Profiler Liam AU

Part 1 [Part 2]

Masterlist

Read my other AUs: Zayn-Niall-Louis-Harry

“Liam…” you mumbled, your fingers running down his bare chest. He only stirred in his sleep. You smiled and kissed his cheek. “You said you had to work today, baby.”

“After last night? he hummed, “I might need to call in sick,” he said, kissing your lips. His happiness and lust transferred in the kiss. You never felt so much joy in a relationship before. The way he held you made you feel safe. His arms always wrapped around you perfectly.

“Okay, I made breakfast for you, so please get ready for work, Li,” you smiled.

“Man, I love you,” he muttered out. You had never heard Liam mutter those words out before. You were shocked, but it had been six months. “You don’t have to respond, I just want you to know.”

“No, I love you, Liam,” you admitted. “I just wasn’t expecting that, but I love you.”

Liam looked at you and smiled, “Well, I have work to get to.”

You nodded, letting him get up and walk to the bathroom. You sighed walking into the kitchen. Your heart felt heavy as you looked back down on your phone to the text on the front scene.

“Meet in the usual. We have to talk.”

Liam left for a work an hour ago after the text. You left right after did, although he thought we were going to work as well. You drove into the city to the Royal Star Hotel. You thought it would have been better not to tell Liam about this meeting since you know the reason why wasn’t desirable.

You sat on one of the chairs in the lobby across from an empty one. You sat there with your arms and legs crossed, waiting for him. You knew he was enjoyed keeping you waiting; it was his favorite game to play with you.

You received a text, and you quickly looked down at it. It was from Liam. You only glanced at it.

“Don’t wanna leave him waiting,” a too familiar voice said, placing his hands  on your shoulders,”Do you?”

Your shoulders tensed as you didn’t even want to turn around, “I wanna finish this first.” Kevin Luck.

He walked over to his seat and nodded, “Actually let’s talk about him. Let’s talk about Liam,” he said, sliding you a brown folder.

“No, what do you really want to talk about? you mumbled, sliding the folder back.

Kevin shrugged and opened it himself, “Okay then. Supervisory Special Agent, or SSA, Liam James Payne. Youngest Unit Chief in history. A credit score of 768. Very impressive. Lives on 536 Oak Lane with a dog, Loki, who just had a vet appointment. He has not taken a sick day in over a year. I would hate to see him ill. For the last two months, he has taken out 35 to 75 Euros after every case and it’s spent at either a take-out place or a high-end restaurant and a very expensive gift on its way. You guys have a seventh month anniversary coming up?”

You slightly nodded.

“I don’t wanna ruin the surprise then,” he winked.

“Did you come here to tell me facts about my boyfriend?” you asked.

“No but I’m sure you remember your help in my little business,” he reminded you. “and by the status of your relationship with your FBI boyfriend, he must not know either.”

You sighed and closed the folder, “I don’t do that anymore. I have a respectful job as a nurse practitioner, and I moved on and you should too, Kevin.”

“Listen, sweetheart. Business is booming and I gotta keep moving the product.”

“It isn’t product, it’s drugs,” you corrected. “It’s been over three years since I’ve helped you. I’ve turned a new leaf, and Liam doesn’t deserve this, but if you contact me again, I will have you arrested and that’s a promise.”

“But the thing is that you had quite the hand in my endeavors. How do you think Liam’s gonna feel about dating an international felon?”

With much anger, you stood up, “When I left, you told me I was free to go without charge. We had a deal.”

“That was before I saw you so profitable, baby,” his hand caressed your cheek. You quickly slapped it away. “I’ll leave you alone; just keep the FBI off my back, and you and Liam can live happy ever after. And you could simply tell Liam, but what good would that do if he were dead.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Consider it a warning. Have a great day, Y/N.” He stood up, leaving the file on the small table. “And consider coming back, baby. It would be nice to have my favorite girl on the job again.”

You looked at your phone again where Liam’s text still laid. You quickly replied saying, “I’ll bring food to the office :)” You sent the text before leaving the lobby with a lot on your mind.


You arrived at Liam’s office to find it empty. You sat down in the chair across from his desk and waited. You browsed your phone and hoped to see Liam come in or message you, but it was silent. You saw Niall walk past the office door before he stopped and backtracked his way into the office in confusion.

“Y/N, what are you doing here? Niall asked.

“Liam told me to meet him here for lunch today,” you smiled, showing him your pasta. “Have you seen him?”

Niall looked at you in more confusion, “He called in sick today. He called and didn’t come in.”

“No, I made him breakfast, and I saw him off to work. And we joke about it sometimes, but Liam has never taken a sick day that I’m aware; he’s as healthy as a horse.”

“He sounded a bit tired and his breathing was off, but he just sounded ill,” he laughed. “But I’m glad he didn’t come in; I hate seeing him ill.”

I would hate to see him ill.

Those words hit you like a bullet. Your heart stopped for a moment.

“Kevin Luck…” you whispered under your breath.

“Kevin Luck? How do you know Kevin Luck?” Niall asked, closing the door. “Y/N, how do you know Kevin Luck.”

You felt the words ready to slip off your tongue, but you held them back. “We used to be friends when I was in my early twenties, and I-I think he has Liam. Liam would never call in sick, and if he did, you and I both know we could crawl into work before being sent home. Niall, he’s not safe!”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he soothed, attempting to calm you down. “If it’ll make you feel better, we can go to his house and see if he’s there, but you have to talk to me Y/N…people just don’t know Luck.”

You nodded, “Can we just talk in the car? I just wanna know if Liam’s okay.”

You sat in the black SUV only looking down at your hands, trying to avoid Niall’s direct eye line. You knew what would happen if he knew what you did. You lost a great amount of confidence and yourself when you were with Kevin. It took years to recover.

“Please don’t do this, Y/N,” Niall began. “Like I said earlier, people don’t just know Kevin Luck because they went to high school together or something; I know you know him from somewhere else, and I–”

You blanked out and looked outside your window as the traffic slowed. You looked ahead and noticed the police lights. You saw the pieces of the car before you saw the collision. It was only a solo crash. Soon enough, your eyes widened.

“Y/N, do you hear me?” Niall asked. tapping your shoulder.

“Oh my god, Niall. Stop the car! That’s Liam’s car!” you yelled.

Niall took a double take before realizing the same.  He pulled off on side of the road. You both ran out the car as soon as it stopped.

“You can’t be in this scene, guys,”  a policeman said, holding back you and Niall.

“I’m a federal agent, and that vehicle belongs to my unit chief. Is he in the car?” Niall asked sternly, flashing his credentials. The officer shook his head. “That makes it a federal case. Can you show me the scene?”

“Uh, yes, and who is she?”

“I-I’m his girlfriend.”

“Y/N, you have to wait in the car. I can’t have you at a potential crime scene, but I’ll be with you as soon as everyone else gets here,” Niall told you.

You sighed and nodded, “I’ll tell you about Kevin Luck if you promise to find Liam.”


Liam’s head pounded as his eyes finally fluttered open. His eyes adjusted to the dim light at what looked a small medal table. He looked down at his chained wrist that laid locked on the table.

“Hey, bud, you’re up,” a voice said across from him. 

Liam’s eyes lazily looked up and nodded, “Kevin Luck.” Kevin nodded and pulled a file from under the table and placed it on top. “You hacked my car, crashed it just to show me a folder?”

He chuckled and opened it to reveal photos. He looked at them closely; they were all you. Some of them were recent from the six months you had been together, but others he didn’t recognize.

“Quite the gem she is,” he smirked. “I remember taking this one in particular.” He slid a photo of you on the bed. Cash surrounded you on the bed as you laid there in purple lingerie. “I remember her being so free, flowy, sexy. But I’m sure you know.”

Liam was silent and only looked down at his hands. 

“She was my right hand. I had never met a girl so loyal and excited,” Kevin smiled. “Y’know, her favorite thing was sitting in on exchanges. She said she liked the way I did business.”

His blood began to boil, but he tried to keep his cool. He looked down, avoiding his eye line. Liam couldn’t stand other guys talking about you in derogatory ways. You had only been together for six months, but he absolutely hated it.  

“But someone times she would get out of line, and a punish would be in order. I don’t know, but there was something intoxicating about her when she was in pain.” Liam’s fist hit the table hard enough for some of the photos to jump. “Woah, calm down there, man. You’ll be feeling what she felt in a second.” 


You sat in the conference room with Niall and Louis sitting across from you. The last time you were in this room was last month. Liam wanted to introduce you to his team. He thought you deserved to meet the people who took up so much of his time.

“Are you ready? Are you okay?” Louis asked, sliding a cup of water near you. You nodded and looked up. “How do you know Luck, Y/N?”

“When I had finished college, I met Kevin. I liked him because he was kind of a bad boy, and I never met anyone like him before. He was a little bit older, and he treated me nicely at first,” you began. “We dated for about two and a half months before he started taking me on vacations because he said he was on business. It was fun until he saw what he did.”

“But he convinced you to stay around?” Niall asked.

“Yeah, and I did. But then as the months went on, he made my life more lavish but his demands got more strike. He uh…to sometimes close deals…he would offer me to other men…”

“Y/N–” Louis began.

“But I knew if I would have said no, he would punish me, he would leave me in a foreign country with no money and no way home, and I just…”

“You wanted to survive,” Niall finished. You nodded. “How would he punish you, Y/N, if you don’t mind.”

You took a drink of your water and sighed, “Is it really necessary?”

“We have to build an accurate profile for this guy, and this might help us find Liam,” Louis explained.

You sighed deeply and nodded to yourself, “At first, it was sexual things; spanking, rope, choking y’know. Then he hit me once. At his worse, he would chain me to a metal chair and electrocute me, or he would waterboard me or…” You couldn’t finish your thought before Niall interrupted.

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to share that anymore, okay?” he said, handing you a box of tissues.

“Can we ask you one more question, Y/N?” Louis asked. You agreed. “Why didn’t you tell Liam?”

“Because everything I did, everything I became, I didn’t want Liam to think of me like that. I when I was approaching normal, I met Liam. We started dating almost a year later because I didn’t know if I was ready to trust another man. But when I finally trusted Liam, he treated me like no other guy ever did, and I didn’t want Kevin coming back into my life even if it was only a conversation.” It was completely quiet for a moment. “Y’know, Kevin told me he loved me and I wanted to believe him but I never could, but this morning was the first time Liam told me he loved me and I felt my entire world shift, and I have to hear him say that again.”

“We will, Y/N. I promise,” Louis said.

anonymous asked:

Mafia reader and arranged marriage Scoups Au

Violence. That was the one thing that you hated the most, from the bloodshed to the inflicted pain you tried your hardest to stay away from it all. However, as the daughter of one of the big biggest, baddest and most influential mafias of all of South Korea it was kind of hard to avoid it.

“Watch out!” Mingyu yelled as he blocked himself from getting hit in the face.

Ducking under your attacker’s arm you swung your leg around the ground and swept him off of his feet. Punching him, not only once, but twice in the face you finally caved into the message that your body was more than exhausted and slumped. Letting out a sigh of relief that the fight was finally over you pulled out your phone and called for backup.

“Are you hurt?” Mingyu asked as he limped over to your side.

Letting out a giggle you replied, “No, but you are dummie. Didn’t I tell you to stop getting hurt during fights?”

Flicking you on the forward he replied, “Yeah, but I wouldn’t have gotten hurt if someone would have kept their mouth shut.”

Sticking out your tongue you shrugged, “Hey they were bad mouthing you, you weren’t going to do anything about it so I did.”

“Loser, I didn’t do anything about it because you were there. Now what I wanna know is, did you call for backup?”

In the car you and Mingyu still had quite some time before you reached the base of your father’s mafia. Cleaning the blood off of your hands you hissed in pain, however, before you could ask for a bandage Mingyu handed you one.

“Thanks dumbie.” You said as you wrapped the bandage on your finger.

“No problem ugly.”

Rolling your eyes you grabbed your phone out of your jean’s back pocket and unlocked it. 5 missed calls, strange. Pulling up the call log of your phone you saw that your father had tried to call you, typing his contact information you proceed to call him.

Your father’s phone rang for two minutes before he had finally answered, “Hello? Ah yes hello princess.” Your father said.

Cringing at your father’s nickname for you replied, “Sorry I didn’t answer my phone earlier, I was a bit…preoccupied at the time but what do you need?”

Laughing your father asked, “Are you on your way to base yet?”

“Of course I am, why?” You asked as you picked the dried blood off of your nails.

“I have a meeting with a very important business partner from out of town, and now that you are eighteen I would like for you to join me when meeting this special partner.”

“Sounds good, I’ll be there in bit, see you then.” You said as you hung up the phone and turned to Mingyu.

With a smirk you said, “Seems like I’ll be meeting someone important later…jealous yet?”

With a scoff Mingyu replied, “In your dreams! Important my butt, plus I have more important things to do.”

“Like what?”

“Babysitting you dumbass.” Mingyu muttered as he leaned his head against the headrest and attempted to get some rest.

Rolling your eyes you muttered, “Dumbass my butt.”

Pulling into the base’s driveway you couldn’t help but be in awe. No matter how many times you came to the base you were always amazed by the layout. From the neatly trimmed evergreen trees to the polished granite tiles that lined the driveway, the base was always a place where you could find peace.

As the car slowly curved and stopped in front of the main entrance you flashed a smile to the driver and exited out of the car. Carefully stepping out of the car, your boots crunched against the gravel and with a simple stretch of your arms you were ready to go to the meeting.

As you walked into the building you were immediately greeted by the servants and maids that worked for your family, greeting them each with a small smile you carried on your way. Every meeting held at the base was held on the second floor in the east wing where there were windows upon windows. The reason? You weren’t too sure but you had a feeling as to why.

The closer you got to the east wing the faster your heart got, you usually didn’t get nervous when meeting with your father’s business partners. But this time? You had no idea what you were in for.

On approaching the door you checked yourself one last time, and slowly but loud enough you knocked on the glossy oak doors.

“Come in!” You heard from the other side.

Letting out a deep breath, you put on your prettiest smile and entered the room. Upon entering you noticed your father’s advisors along with two men along and what you assumed to be their bodyguards. Presenting them with a gentle but firm smile you greeted the two strangers, “Hello it’s my pleasure to meet you I am the daughter of the leader of this mafia and who may I have the honor as to meeting?”

“My name is Mr. Choi, but you won’t be needing to call me that for long. And this, well this is my oldest son, Seungcheol.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Choi and Seungcheol.” You said as you shook both of their hands.

After the formal introductions you went to your rightful place next to your father and sat in your gold satin chair.

“Now to officially begin the meeting.” You father said as he chuckled.

“Now as many of you may know, my daughter is the only successor of my mafia. In addition I am quite old now and am looking forward to stepping down and handing my position to my daughter, however, I worry for her sake. Not that she won’t be a great leader, but, that she will end up like me, without a significant other. Today I would like to formally announce to all of my advisors of a great deed that is to come to our mafia, today will not only be day for history but for celebration. Today, we will be merging the two biggest mafias in all of Korea, not through contracts or blood but through marriage. Today, is the day that I will arrange for the marriage of Choi Seungcheol the heir of the 2nd biggest mafia in Korea to my only daughter and successor.”

Spitting out the water in your mouth you blurted, “Marriage? Excuse me?”

Chuckling your father replied, “Yes marriage! This is the only way to ensure your happiness and the success of our mafia.”

Slamming your cup on the table you stood up and barged out of the room. Untying your hair you ran down the stairs and left through the back. In frustration you entered the rose bush maze behind the base and kept walking until you knew that you weren’t being followed anymore. In shock you fell on your knees and stared at the ground questioning as to why you had to be the sacrificial lamb and be handed over to a man that you have never seen before.

However, before you could continue to mope a voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Guess your father never told you about the deal?”

Whipping your head around you exclaimed, “What do you want.”

Putting his hands up in defeat Seungcheol gave you a smirk, “Hey I just wanted to make sure that my future wife didn’t runaway.”

“Well there won’t be a wedding if you don’t leave me alone.” You said as you stood up and crossed your arms.

“True, but let me tell you a secret. You see this arranged marriage, I don’t really want it either. But hey if the boss says to get married, you get married. So you see love, you don’t really have a choice but to marry me.” Seungcheol said with a shrug as he smirked.

Scoffing you replied, “As if. And I…I have a boyfriend so there’s no way that I’m going to be marrying you.”

“Yeah boy friend two words, I know you don’t have a boyfriend. So don’t even try to use that excuse on me. Plus I think you’re kinda cute so what do you say, marry me?”

Rolling your eyes you turned around and left Seungcheol behind.

With a chuckle Seungcheol, “I think she’s a keeper.”

[Compliments To The Chef #11]

Series: Fairy Tail.
Pairing: Gajevy.
Setting: Restaurant/Chef/Roommates AU.
Rating: M for sexual content and language.
Other Chapters: HERE.

Summary: Budding chef Gajeel Redfox is about to get a taste for the phrase: “If you can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen” when runaway Levy McGarden starts waiting tables at his restaurant – and living in his home.

A/N: This is it – the finale of feels! Thank you so much for sticking by me. There will be more Gajevy fics in the future, so keep an eye on my ffnet (of the same name) profile! There is an epilogue after this chapter, so make sure you don’t miss it! :) // Detailed smut (yes, you read that right) will be marked inside —x— borders if you wish to skip it! <3

“Cookery is not chemistry. It is an art. It requires instinct and taste rather than exact measurements.” – Marcel Boulestin.  

Chapter Eleven: An Acquired Taste

Levy paced outside the restaurant. Bustling with trade, the Dragon’s Tongue hummed with the furor of human life. People were always at their happiest while eating. At least, that’s how it seemed when they were eating Gajeel’s food.

The flyer she’d made was taped to the store window, accompanied by both menus and, to Levy’s surprise, a collection of sweets and desserts she’d never seen before. One of the pictures caught her eye. Coming to a halt, Levy leaned in to get a look at the dessert names.  

‘Blue-Eyed Short-Stack,’ she read aloud. ‘An ice-cream sandwich with blue wafers.’

The list went on in the same manner. Almost every dessert was named after something small or blue. Occasionally the list veered off to name a few of Oak Town’s classic folktales, all of which were a part of Metalicana’s collection of books. The books she’d read while staying in the restaurant. 

Her gaze settled on the final dessert. ‘The McGarden,’ she whispered. ‘A platter of cookies shaped like flowers…’ Levy’s mind rushed back to the day she’d worn a flower-printed headband. Her heart fluttered. ‘Stupid Gajeel.’ 

Compelled to tears, Levy rubbed her eyes and willed the sentiment away. This wasn’t the time to be loitering outside his restaurant. Reaching into her cardigan pocket, she withdrew her phone and stared despondently at the blank screen. 

Why isn’t he responding to my messages?

Keep reading

To London With Love

It’s kind of ridiculous that you’re standing outside in the freezing New York winter while the cast and crew are rushing to get to Pippa’s. You’re supposed to be in there laughing with them and making sure nobody left anything and reassuring Javi that yes, Lin may have left but no, people didn’t see him any less.

And there was the rub.

Lin had left Hamilton to take “a break” but word had it he was also being wooed by the West End. Which was great really because you of all people knew how amazing he is and how much the would benefits from his talent.

What you didn’t realize until Lin actually announced the London job was that you felt he was leaving you, too.

Not that there was an actual relationship to leave in the first place. Sure, a month of light banter and the occasional coffee had gone down, but there was never anything more. Not even that one night when you’d been the one to drive him home after a bar crawl that had Renee-sweet Renee-being carried out by Oak. There was teasing from other cast and crew but he laughed so you laughed. Nothing big.

Lin had already said he couldn’t make it to Pippa’s because he had to communicate with London. Time differences and all. There was going to be a proper party two days later. With everyone.

Maybe it was just you reading too much into things. Maybe this was best. Maybe Lin was just being Lin, goofy sincere and sweet. Maybe, maybe.

A loud crash jolts you from your reverie. You bolt into the theatre expecting mayhem only to find everyone laughing. Turned out Jonathan had knocked into one of the clothing racks while running towards Daveed for one reason or another. Despite yourself you chuckle and let Renee fuss over your frosty demeanor.

Lin wasn’t there. He wouldn’t be there. He was leaving. And three hours, one game of Twister and countless beers later didn’t change that.

The girls were sleeping over and you were supposed to, but by then you just want to curl up under your covers and figure out how to…well, how to move on from the crush of your crush.

It’s 2AM when you finally slip into your apartment. Strangely enough you start wishing you were drunk. Tired as you are your mind is still on Lin. So much so that you don’t notice the light is on in the kitchen until you get near. You’re sure you turned off the lights, so you approach quietly. The only people with keys are your dad (who’s on another philanthropy adventure in Africa), Pippa (no way she could have gotten here before you did) and the landlord (out drinking).

When you reach the kitchen, you’re pretty sure you’re dreaming. There are balloons everywhere, a giant coffee mug nestled in what looks suspiciously like a #HamFam sweater, a giant pizza, and…a toy airplane?

After the initial shock wears off, you go for the coffee mug. The smell hits you from a foot away–it’s the Dominican blend Lin always brewed at rehearsals. Same blend he made specifically for you the day you went in straight from an all-nighter to finish HamCHI marketing stuff.

“What…” You sip the coffee and glance around. The balloons are shiny, hearts and stars. And the toy airplane had a note under it. Shaking, you pick it up and read:

Can’t just get on that plane / about to go insane / can’t hide what I feel / gotta tell you it’s real / please don’t be scared I hope I’m not creepin’ / but lady you’re the best damn woman I’ve been seein’ / please take a chance on this desperate man / you’re amazing you’re special you’re what my heart demands

You’re laughing and crying when you’re done. You fold it gently and take out your phone, planning to text Lin because hell who else could it be?

Before you stop shaking enough to text, however, someone clears his throat. When you look up, Lin is leaning against the doorframe, hair in a bun, wrapped in a gray sweater.

“Hi. So I’ve been wanting to ask you out. Like on a proper date. But things kept happening and life kept happening and now I’m flying off to London next week. But I couldn’t. I can’t. Not without setting this right. Not without trying,” he rambled. When you smiled in response, he came closer. “I’ve liked you for a very long time, and I know my timing is shit, but I needed to tell you already.”

You’re pretty sure you’re dreaming now but you somehow manage to cross the room and close the distance between you.

“I like you. I like you a lot. And I would be the happiest if you went out with me. Tomorrow. The night after that. And…London.”

“London?!”

Lin nods. “Uh, I take it you didn’t check the rest of the envelope.”

When you do, you gasp.

It’s a ticket to London. Same flight as his.


This was written by the incredible @proeuangelizomai

Stay Alive For Me (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader) Part 12

Originally posted by thedivorcecrockpot

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Teenaged!Reader

Requested?: No

Prompt: Lin finds a teenage girl unconscious at his doorstep and decides to nurse her back to health. As her stay is extended, Lin finds himself attached to the troubled teen that captured his heart.

Words: 2500+

Warnings: Dad Lin, Depression, Self-Hatred, Angst, Arguing. Mentions of Cutting and Starving

Masterlist

/ Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six
/ Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven /

~~~

Lin enrolled you into a K-12 online school immediately after the incident with the bullies. Thanks to Burmese and Grace recording the abuse, Michelle and her helpers were suspended and Lin insisted you charged them with assault when you didn’t think it was needed. After it was taken into the police’s hands, you tried to go back to your normal life.

Or, what you thought was normal. 

Since you were young, you’ve been struggling with depression and self-loathing because of your upbringing. You’ve never been properly treated for your depression so when you had rock bottom episodes, they’d hit you hard. You’d cut, you’d starve, you wouldn’t even get out of bed. You just couldn’t bother with taking care of yourself. It wouldn’t go away for days but you had to deal with it since you didn’t want to face your father’s wrath. So, you’d force yourself out of bed and trudge on since you didn’t have anything keeping you in place. 

Today was no different. 

The first week, since you were taken out of the public school system, was hard. It was the normal cycle: Lin would wake you up, eat breakfast with you, and if he could, Lin would take you to the Richard Rodgers Theater so you weren’t cooped up in the apartment all day. When he couldn’t take you with him, which wasn’t often, you’d just lay in bed, not eating or drinking anything. You just couldn’t be bothered to move. Your world was cracking and breaking all around you. 

The Hamilton cast was worried about you just like Lin was. Whenever someone tries to hug or just be friendly with you, you’d flinch and it would worry everyone to no end. You’d just stay at Lin’s side for as much as you could. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust the cast, you just felt uncomfortable and you were a very antisocial person. 

Besides Lin, you saw most of the cast as your family. Renée, Phillipa, and Jasmine were your sisters, Daveed, Anthony, Leslie, Oak, Jon, and Groff were your brothers, and Lac, Chris, and Kail were your uncles. They treated you as part of the family, always checking up on you and asking how you’re feeling. You actually stayed the night at Daveed’s place a couple of times. You also spent the night at Phillipa’s apartment too. The Schuyler Sisters (as you lovingly call Renée, Phillipa, and Jasmine) would ‘babysit’ you whenever Lin has to do something that makes him stay out late at night. It would usually be Phillipa and Jasmine who would spend the night with you until Lin got home. 

Lin would also show you off on Twitter. He’d take a lot of selfies with you and tweet about how much he adores you and how excited he was to officially be your dad. His followers seem to like you too, but there were a few who didn’t really like you and would assault your Twitter and Instagram accounts with hate and insults, which pushed you further into darkness. Lin would assure you that those commenters were just joking and didn’t really wanted you dead. He must know how fragile your mental state was. 

You wanted to believe him. 

But it was too late for you. 

~~~ 

It was a sunny day. You have been fake-sleeping for a few hours and was still pretending to be sleeping when Lin came to wake you up. 

“I’m awake,” you said flatly just as you felt Lin touch your arm. You opened your eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling. “I didn’t sleep last night.” 

Lin furrowed his brows in concern. “Are you okay?” He asked in his concern dad voice.

You sat up, shrugging your shoulders. “I just can’t relax. My mind won’t go into sleep mode, you know what I mean?” You twirled some hair around your fingers. 

Lin frowned but nodded. “I can understand that. Well, we’re having a special guest so I need you to get dress. Nothing formal. Just don’t lounge around in your pajamas, please.” And with that, he left the room. 

You nodded before getting out of bed. You were still sleeping in the trundle bed in Lin’s room since Lin hasn’t gotten around to cleaning out the spare room. You offered to do it but he brushed you off, telling you to focus on your classes that you didn’t have anymore. You just wished he’d give you something to do besides your online classes and taking your medication.

You took a cold shower and changed into your black pullover hoodie with the gold Hamilton logo on the chest, basketball shorts, and fuzzy socks. Lin got the hoodie for you from the Hamilton merchandise store across the street from the Richard Rogers. It was a ‘welcome-to-the-Hamilton-family’ gift, along with an ‘A.Ham’ snapback and a ‘Hamilton 2016’ crewneck fleece sweater. They were nice little gifts to act as part of a warm welcome into the limelight since you’re going to be in the spotlight because your new dad was a famous playwright. 

You had just finished blow drying your unbrushed hair (which was now very fluffy and curly) when you heard the doorbell ring. You put the blow dryer back in the drawer and left the bathroom, walking into the living room while staring at the ground.

“(YN)!” You heard Lin call from the front hall. “Can you come here please?” 

You let out a soft groan as you trudged into the front hall, stopping a few inches away from Lin. You looked up and saw a woman, about early-thirties, standing in the doorway, holding a baby carrier. You couldn’t see if there was a baby or not in the carrier since Lin was blocking your view. 

“(Y/N), I’d like you to meet Vanessa, my ex-wife.” Lin introduced the woman with an uneasy smile. 

You forced a polite smile on your face as you accepted Vanessa’s extended hand and shook it. Vanessa handed the baby carrier to Lin before murmuring something in his ear and then leaving. Lin closed the door and took the carrier into the living room, setting it on the coffee table and sitting on the couch, his wonder-filled eyes smiling on the inside of the carrier. As you slowly made your way to Lin’s side, you could hear baby noises coming from the carrier. You slowly sat down and peered into the carrier. You saw a baby with fluffy brown hair. He had Lin’s eyes and couldn’t be older than one or two. He was actually pretty adorable, too. 

Lin turned and saw how you looked at his son with wonder. His smile grew brighter. 

“This is Sebastian, your baby brother.” Lin introduced you to the baby. “He turns one in November. Would you like to hold him?” 

You froze up, sitting back. “I-I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You stammered. 

“It’ll be fine,” Lin said, taking Sebastian out of his carrier and holding him on his lap. “And I’ll be right here if you don’t want to hold him anymore.” 

You were about to protest when Lin placed Sebastian in your lap. He took your wrists and guided your arms to wrap around the almost-one-year-old in an attempt at a hug. When Lin let go of your arms, you didn’t move them. Sebastian looked up at you with curious brown eyes and you felt your empty heart burst. He was just so cute. So innocent. 

He was like Laurie. 

You froze up at that thought. The memories of your sister’s suicide flashed in your mind in a feverish frenzy that you almost dropped Sebastian. You felt your heart start beating rapidly as your breath was hitched in your throat. 

She stepped into traffic. 

Car horns.

Crashing. 

Screaming. 

Her little body flying across the road. 

Her beautiful blue eyes. 

Sirens.

Her eyes. 

Her blank stare. 

Dull. Empty. Hollow. 

Dead. 

“(Y/N)?” Lin asked in concern. “Are you okay?” 

You didn’t answer immediately. You watched Sebastian with a blank stare. He looked around the room with curiosity. He then looked up at you, staring into your eyes as if he knew what you were going through and if he understood how you felt. You felt captivated by this child’s stare that you couldn’t move or look away. Sebastian reached his small arms up at you. You held him by his torso and pulled him up so he was standing on his feet. His feet were planted on both of your thighs as he leaned forward and placed his little hands on both of your cheeks, squishing them. 

“Sis.” He said in his soft squeaky voice. 

That was when you broke down. 

You let out a cry as if you were stabbed. You hugged Sebastian, not too tight though, and cried into his little shoulder. All of your self-hatred, all your depression, your sadness, your anger, your loneliness, your fears, your confusion, your pain, you sobbed it all out in painful wails, soaking Sebastian’s shirt with your pathetic salty tears. After a few moments, you pulled away, making Sebastian sit down on your lap as you hugged him, his head resting on your chest and your head resting sideways on top of his. Lin had a face of concern and confusion. Why were you crying? Were you happy to meet Sebastian? Or was there something you weren’t telling him?

“(Y/N)?” Lin spoke your name with concern. “Is there something you’re not telling me?” 

You looked at him with teary eyes. You wiped away the stray tears before setting Sebastian back in his father’s lap. You let your hands fall into your lap, rubbing your palms over and over in habit. You didn’t look at Lin for a long time. You didn’t want to bother him with your problems. But… He wanted to help… You’re just a waste of his time. He saved you from your dad! He’s going to throw you out for sure. 

You couldn’t think straight. 

“(Y/N)?” Lin spoke again. “Hija, you know can tell me anything! You know I’m here for you, right?”

“But you’re always working.” You said flatly. “You’re not home during the days. And when you take me to the theater, I can’t have heart-to-hearts with you since everyone’s taking up your time. I feel like I can’t go to you when I need you.” 

Lin frowned and placed Sebastian on the couch in between you. “(Y/N), what’s been bothering you? Have you been taking your medication?” 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “So now you care? So now I’m more important than your stupid musical?”

Lin was taken aback from your smart remark. “Where did this all come from? You have been taking your meds, right?” 

You crossed your arms across your chest and looked away from Lin. “Maybe.” You muttered. 

“(Y/N)… Tell me the truth.” 

You sighed. “I’ve been taking my meds. Don’t worry about it.” 

“Why do I think you’re lying to me?”

You didn’t answer him.

“(Y/N).”

Nothing. 

“(Y/N)?”

Don’t talk to him. 

“(Y/N)!”

He doesn’t care. 

“For fuck’s sake, (Y/N)! Look at me when I’m talking to you!”

“Leave me alone.” You retorted, standing up and turning to walk away. “I’m done talking to you.” 

Just as you tried walking away, Lin grabbed your wrist tightly. You felt a sharp pain in your wrist. You were sure one of your cutting scars reopened itself because of Lin’s force. You could feel the blood seeping out of the broken skin. 

“Let me go!” You cried, tugging at your arm. 

“(Y/N), why can’t you talk to me?” Lin cried in frustration. “I thought we were friends.” 

“We are friends, Lin…” 

“Then talk to me, goddamnit! What’s wrong? I promise I won’t be mad. I just want to help you…”

“You wouldn’t understand…” 

“Try me! I want to understand. I’m trying to understand! Please, talk to me!” 

“Lin, please…” 

“Why are you running away from me? What are you so afraid-” 

That was when Lin felt the blood in between his fingers. He looked down and saw blood dripping from your wrist and onto the wooden floor. Lin felt sick to his stomach as he slowly rolled your hoodie sleeve up with his other hand, revealing multiple cuts and fresh scars. Most overlapped and others were still red. The two closest to your palm were the ones bleeding. Lin must have opened them when he grabbed your wrist. He was in shock and couldn’t move. Was this what you were afraid of? 

“(Y/N)…” Lin murmured as you pulled your arm away, tears streaming down your face. 

“Are you happy now?” You whispered. “Now you know. I hate myself so much that I’m destroying myself. I haven’t taken any of my meds in the past two weeks.” You rolled up your hoodie, revealing your hollow stomach and clearly visible ribcage and hip bones. You were basically a walking skeleton. “I haven’t been eating either.” You added. “Whatever I did eat, I’d throw it back up.” 

Lin felt tears in his eyes. You were destroying yourself. You told him weeks earlier that you wanted to get better but here you were, slowly killing yourself, right before his eyes. He felt useless. He couldn’t help you since you wouldn’t allow him to. He wanted you to stay alive. He’s grown too attached to you to let you die. 

“Why are you killing yourself?” Lin whispered, tears falling from his eyes. “Do you hate the world that much? Did your father take away your love for yourself so all it is left is hate and sadness? Are you so unhappy that there’s no other choice but to die?” 

You felt your hard exterior slowly melt away. You felt… terrible. You didn’t think about what your self-destruction was going to do to Lin. You didn’t think about him. You were a selfish stupid bitch and didn’t think about the man who saved you from certain death and was going to give you a fresh start. Lin promised to look after and care for you. He was going to be the caring and loving dad you never had. He gave you a family. The cast of Hamilton and Sebastian were your family. Ally, Tayah, Grace, and Burmese were your family. You had a loving and caring family. Why were you going to throw that all away? 

“I’m sorry…” You whimpered, tears falling down your face. “I’m so sorry, Lin. I’m such a selfish little bitch.”

Lin pulled you to his chest, hugging you tightly. “No… No, you’re not. It’s okay… It’ll get better. I promise, (Y/N). I swear it will get better. And I’ll be here every step of the way. I promise.” 

You felt a tugging at your leg and looked down. Sebastian was standing there, hugging your leg while looking up at you with those beautiful brown eyes. You chuckled. 

“Come here, honey.” You whispered as you picked him up and hugged him. 

Lin hugged you both, completing the group hug. You felt safe and happy, whatever happy was. You didn’t know what it was but you will soon. As long as you have your family and love with you. You were going to be okay. Everything was going to be okay. 

At least, you hoped it will.

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*Requested* Can you do an imagine where the reader is the Mikaelsons younger sibling who always hated Aurora and so when she come to New Orleans they fight and the reader gets seriously hurt and the siblings don’t reaction well to it (all the Mikaelsons)

( I decided to set this in 3x07, the lovely Thanksgiving episode. Obviously, if you haven´t seen the episode yet do not read. There are lines from the actual episode and all the credit for them go to the talented writers of The Originals. I hope you @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers & and everyone enjoys. Happy reading my lovelies!)

Characters: Reader, Aurora, Klaus, Elijah, Freya, Tristan, Lucien

Story Title: “Out Of The Easy”

Warning: Season 3 Spoilers

Word count: 1.067

Your name: submit What is this?


It´s one of your favorite holiday today; Thanksgiving. Unfortunately though, this years Thanksgiving is going to have some unwanted quests, which you are not aware of quite yet.  Your brothers Klaus and Elijah invited old acquaintances for dinner, to which you more refer to as enemies. Especially because they kidnapped Rebekah and are hiding her somewhere.

You walk into the compound, expecting anything than the sight you witness with your eyes. Lucien Castle, Tristan de Martel and his sister Aurora are seated at a big table with your brothers around them.

Y/N: “Enemies at the dinner table, delightful.”

You glance over to your brothers, who seem to have a good time questioning our unwanted guests. Speaking of, Tristan is the first commenting on your arrival.

Tristan: “I am pleased to see you haven´t changed in the slightest, Y/N.”

Y/N: “I see you haven’t either. Still the same arrogant vampire you always were.”

You look over to Aurora and feel waves of hatred and disgust wash over you. Looking into the face of one your greatest enemy is certainly not an easy thing to do, without punching into it. Very violently.

Y/N: “I see your nutcase of a sister is with you as well. What an awful surprise. Then again, she always seemed to behave like a lapdog.”

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little joy

Originally posted by luhansguardian

◇ You weep in happiness and sadness, for the losses and pain you’d experienced, but also for the little joy blooming inside of you.

◇ Chen x reader

◇ vampire!au

◇ a slight continuation of a scenario called Ambrosial, as i promised like :) ten :) years :) ago :) baekhyun and lay vampire aus can be found on my blog!

◇more vampire!chen - ambrosial, vampire!d.o - belonging

•••

Hunters were the lowest of the low in anyone’s mind. They were disgusting humans with no empathy for anything that they deemed supernatural, whether you were a child, woman, man, both or neither. The hunters had been growing restless; Beings were being extra careful lately, and so, they decided to start spreading fear through the supernatural community.

Chen was furious. He had a baby on the way, a beautiful wife who cared more for family than her own life. With hunters on the loose, he was constantly worried about his wife, who would be targeted even though she was human simply because she carried his child. Although he didn’t doubt he had the power to protect her, and he would most definitely die for both _____ and his unborn child, he knew hunters were sly and deceitful people, and would do anything to see Beings die.

You, however, weren’t that worried. You had never experienced the savagery of hunters, and you were much too caught up with pregnancy to care about a group of humans who thought they could touch you. You were to have a beautiful baby with the man you loved. How could you let something like this bring you down from your joyful high?

“There’s nothing to be worried about,” you chastise your husband, rolling your eyes at the dark look on his face. You were three months into your pregnancy, though your child would come quicker than a human child. You were ready to find out the gender of your child, through a witch who worked for a clinic that specialized in vampire-human pregnancies.

“How would hunters just happen to attack the same clinic I’m in at the exact time I’m there?” At your words, Chen sighs deeply. He kneels down in front of where you’re sitting on the edge of your bed, nuzzling his nose against your protruding stomach.

“I just need you to be safe, my love,” he murmurs through gentle kisses to your stomach, revelling in the feeling of your hands combing through his hair. “Both of you.”

“I know you do,” you smile, “But really, there’s nothing to be worried about. Lalisa’s shop is masked with witchcraft. Even if they did manage to pass by there, they’d never realize there was even a shop there.”

“Hunters are crafty,” Chen argues, “We could always call her to come here…”

“Enough,” you say, clasping your hands together. “But do you not want to find out if we’re going to have a little prince or princess?”

Chen lets out a disbelieving laugh, “You’re twisting my words, sweetheart.”

“Not at all.” You stand from your seat on the bed and pick up your bag from where it had been set when Chen started telling you to not go. “You’ll be there in time, right?”

Hs sighs in defeat, but nonetheless answers, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

•••

After Chen had vaporized you to the clinic, he placed a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll be here in a few minutes, okay? Be careful.” You nod at his words and enter the clinic. Although it was masked by witchcraft, you had to have been invited in by one of the witches inside to access it.

“Ms. Kim,” Lalisa greeted you warmly. You returned her smile as she started to explain how she would tell the gender of your child - a tiny potion would allow her to read the aura of the child inside of you. It was as simple as that. “You’ll just have to wait here for a few minutes.”

She gestured to a small sitting area, though there was nobody sitting there. That was to be expected, of course, since vampire-human pregnancies weren’t the most common in the supernatural world. You sighed gently as you lowered yourself into a comfortable seat in the corner of the area, nerves filling you as you realized what was about to happen. A little boy or girl inside of you, a little boy or girl for you and Chen tomlove and care for.

You stiffen suddenly. You feel somebody’s eyes on you, and you hope it’s Chen, finished with the business with his brothers. But as you look up and meet a pair of bright purple eyes, you know it’s not Chen. The witch that’s staring at you is sending chills up your spine. You get a bad feeling from her - whether it’s from her eyes or the way she’s staring at you with an emotion you can’t quite place - regret? Sorrow? You don’t get very long to guess, though, because the witch from before is standing you up and leading you to the room in which she’ll tell you about your child.

“Who was she?” You ask Lalisa slowly as she leads you into a room with books on almost every surface. In the middle, there’s a table and some chairs.

“Her? She’s new around here, doesn’t talk much,” the witch comments, pulling out the vial of potion from an old briefcase, gesturing for you to sit down. “Anyway, are we waiting for someone?”

“Hm? Oh, yes, my husband. He should be here soon…”

“That’s fine. We’ll just get you to drink this so that we can get right on with it when he arrives.” The potion is tasteless but the excitement bubbling in your stomach is sweet - you really cannot wait for Chen to arrive.

You’re about to open your mouth and ask about that witch again, but you’re interrupted by a blood curdling scream. Your heart jumps in your chest as fear replaces excitement - you look to the girl in front of you, limbs feeling weak with fright. This can’t be happening. The witch in front of you is gaping at the door, where the screaming is coming from behind. And then it’s all silent - you gulp as tension fills the room. Then you hear it - the walking. Thud. Thud. Thud. Coming closer to your room.

Lalisa gulps, standing from her seat. “I - I’m sure nothing’s wrong,” she assures. “N-nobody can get in here without permission from a witch…” It seems as if she’s reassuring herself more than you.

A scream is wrenched from your throat as the heavy oak door is pulled open, an arrow flying from the open space and straight into the leg of the witch beside you. You hear her cry out, and then you’re up from your seat in a second, bending down beside the crying girl and checking her injury. “It’s okay,” you’re comforting her, tears of fear in your eyes.

“Get up!” A voice snarls, and you feel a rough hand grab at your arm, yanking you up with no concern for your pregnant stomach. You yelp as you come face to face with a man - he’s pale, with a scruffy beard and a crooked nose, eyes empty of all empathy for anyone in the clinic. He’s pushing you through the door, another hunter grabbing the injured witch inside and dragging her along, and you feel yourself grow weaker at the sight of outside.

Some of the witches that had been in the clinic, some of the patients… if they were not laying motionless on the ground, staring lifelessly at the ceiling, they were huddled in a corner, tears running down their faces at the image of their fallen sisters and friends.

You’re shoved roughly onto a seat in the seating area. It’s unreal to think that not even 30 minutes ago, you were sitting here peacefully, not a care in the world. Now here you are, fearing for your life and the life of your unborn child. You see the witch from before being pushed to the floor, her leg dripping blood.

There are more hunters here, all different shapes and sizes but all with the hateful glint in their eyes as they glance at you. How… how did they get in? You turn your head slightly and meet eyes with the witch from earlier - her eyes are filled with tears, and at the realization that she’s locked eyes with you, she shakes her head. I’m sorry…

Cold despair hits you as if you’ve dived into the sea in winter. These people, these hunters… Chen was right. With him being an important vampire, he tended to be targeted more than the average 3rd class vampire. But why would that witch help hunters to target you-?

“Call him,” you hear, hissed into your ear as a hand threads painfully through your hair and yanks your head back. You narrow your eyes, trying to be as strong as possible. You know Chen is with his brothers, and if you call him in distress there’s a big chance that they’ll all come to help - but you find yourself doubting their power. These hunters managed to just kill an entire coven of witches in under 10 minutes. How would they fare against 9 1st class vampires? Were the hunters that strong? Could they… kill your husband?

“No,” you refuse, feeling tears slipping from your eyes at the throbbing pain in your head. An angry snarl resonates through the silence and you whimper, screwing your eyes tight.

“You’ll call him,” you hear another voice say, a feminine one, sickly sweet but with a bitter bite that sends chills throughout your body. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel something thin and cold trace over your stomach, and you feel anger mingle in with the fear in your heart. “Unless you want to lose your precious baby?”

Your arms shoot to cover your stomach in horror at her words, tears creating silvery paths down your face. You’re silent for a few minutes, refusing to answer for fear of what might happen either way. The hunter must take this silence as refusal, because she sighs in fake disappointment, bringing the knife above her head. “I’m not gonna lie,” she says with a devilish grin, “I’ve been wanting to do this since your pregnancy was announced.” And then she’s bringing the knife down.

Chen!” You scream the words before you know what’s happening, and then suddenly he’s there. The knife in the woman’s hand is flung across the room, embedded into the thick walls. Chen looks livid - and so do his brothers. At the sight of the 8 other men, the hunter’s faces turn an ashy grey. They obviously hadn’t expected all of EXO clan to be present.

Chen is passed talking to. Fangs bared, he charges at one of the hunters too quickly for them to process, tearing into their neck furiously. Feeling somebody behind him, Chen turns, grabbing the stake in the hunter’s hands and pushing it into her stomach. The rest of the hunters have been detained by his brothers, who’ve decided to hand over the hunters to the government.

“Chen!” Xiumin grunts, grabbing Chen’s arm in an attempt to prevent him from tearing the head off of the woman who had threatened to hurt you and his child. “We’ve got this-”

“I’m going to tear their limbs from their bodies,” Chen has stopped struggling but his eyes were still the darkest shade of black you’d ever seen. “They touched her. They hurt her.”

“ ____, Chen, she’s still here and she’s scared-” It seems as if Chen had forgotten you were still in the room, witnessing everything that had happened. You had moved to bend beside the witch that was to tell you the gender of your child, checking her injuries to see if it was anything too serious.

“I - I’m so sorry,” you uttered, tears falling down your face at the reminder that most of her sisters were dead. “I’m so, so, sorry… How did they get in?”

Although there were tears dripping down her face, she smiled. Her eyes flickered to someone behind you, before she was focusing on you again. “That witch you were asking about? I can only assume she was threatened. It’s a common hunter’s trick. It’s okay, really. None of us… none of us could’ve known that this would happen. All that’s important now is that most of us are okay… including the little boy you carry.”

You hear a sharp inhale behind you as you freeze, removing your hands from the arrow still in her leg to look at her. “A - a boy?” You feel Chen kneel down behind you, wrapping his arms around you and settling his hands onto your stomach.

“The potion is still in your system,” she whispers joyfully, watching as tears of happiness well in your eyes. “The little boy in you is strong, just like his parents.”

You’re approached by one of the other witches, who smiles weakly at your joyful expression. She offers to heal the witch in front of you with her magic, and lets you leave the shop in peace with the rest of the EXO clan in tow, dragging the unconscious hunters along.

“A boy,” you echo, “A boy, Chen!”

The Chen you saw earlier - the fangs, and the blackened eyes, the blood painting his hands - has completely disappeared. You swear you see tears well in his eyes but he’s pulling you closer before you can comment on them, letting you bury your head in the crook of his neck as you weep in happiness and sadness, for the losses and pain you’d experienced, but also for the little joy blooming inside of you.

USUK Fall/Halloween Card Event (3/3): Spooky Pumpkins

Fall Card #1, Fall Card #2, Fall Card #3

Summary: (USUK) It’s Halloween night, Arthur is abandoned in a themed farm of horrors. Pumpkins somehow make it better.

Card made for:  croutonmafia

Warnings: traditional omegaverse

A/N: <3

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Sometimes, Love isn’t Enough 3/?

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Author’s Notes: PEEPS! Here’s chapter 3. But first I will just apologize for the wait! I had chapter 3 done for a while and I was going to update the last week of May but I lost it. Word pooped on me and didn’t save which had me really pissed. And then, I wrote it a second time and IT did not get saved either. Which had me even more mad and I put off on writing for a while. I finally have it done and saved it no just on my desktop but on dropbox and my flash drive too! Take that!

This chapter was really hard to write and I didn’t want to get anything wrong because of what it is about. I hope you guys enjoy it. And please comment and reblog etc your thoughts! This was probably the chapter I whimpered in the most while writing. 

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PPS. This chapter is the longest I’ve written for this story! Almost 3.5k!


Chapter 3: A Reason


Her whole life, she’s been walking a jaded, dark path. Or at least, it seems like that. She gives herself a head shake and closes her eyes as she chuckles silently. And Oliver feels her shake.

What has she been doing this whole time?

She wonders silently as she thinks about all that she’s done the last year and a half.

She’s followed a man out of curiosity, and stayed because she fell in love. And she’s let herself be in pain for so long because she held onto some silly little vision of hope. That he would notice her. That the mark meant something for the both of them.

But she was so naive. And it was her fault really. She’s been so used to people leaving, and using her. Her dad kissing her on the forehead when she was 6, promising that he would always tuck her in before bed.  And then leaving the next day. And then Cooper, befriending him, and falling into a relationship with him. And then finding out that it was just because he wanted her computer virus for his own gain.

But she knew what was different about this. This was her soulmate. And she wouldn’t have cared all this time. But Felicity grew up with all the stories of the unbreakable bond between a handful of pairs. Her grandma swept her up in them, and sometimes she ached for them. She talked about how you wouldn’t feel anything from the mark until you met each other. She talked about the endless love and affection they would feel for each other. The need for protection, the care. She remembered how she said there would be unbearable pain if they met and either of them denied the bond they shared.

And then her grandma showed her the blue bird she had on her wrist.

And how it matched her Grandpa’s.

She knew from there, that she wanted the bond. With an intensity.

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Letter to Park Jimin

Originally posted by park-jimizzle

Genre : Angst

Summary : Jimin never thought of receiving a letter from his best friend and he never thought it was the last letter from you.

Words : 5.2k

Warning : Mention of death and some curse words


The ‘click’ sounds of the door breaks the silence of the house. It’s been a week since the house owner left. Since then, there’s no one came until today. As the doorknob being pushed, the door cracks and the sounds filled up every nook and cranny replace the emptiness of the house.

A huge sigh came out from the lass’s mouth. “It takes times to tidy up. Let’s go!” the lad turned to face her cheerful face before nodding his head. How she managed to withstand the pain? She must be the one that hurt the most since she’s closer to you than he is.

The house never failed to awe him. Being an artistic person you are; this house is one of a kind. The neat arrangement of the furniture, several eye-catching of painting hanging against the wall and some beautiful decoration brighten up the simple yet elegant house.

You got a sense of art as the design and the decoration of the house is officially made by yourself.

The whiff of lemon cinnamon fragrant, still lingering in the house even though the owner is no longer there. The lad took a deep breath as he felt your presence here.

“She likes this fragrance. She never changes the perfume until now” a soft voice snapped his mind. A smile crept on her soft delicate lips as she stretched out her hands to him while holding a bottle of perfume.

“You might need this.” She hands out a medium sized box to him before pace away from the living room. He walks to a wide cabinet placed by the sliding door.  There’s a small replica of violin, piano and guitar as well as three frames of pictures placed in the middle of the cabinet’s top.

His big eyes crept from a picture to another picture. The picture of a happy family, a graduation photo and the last picture catch his attention. There’s a glint of sorrowful in his eyes, staring at the pictures fondly. A delight smile plastered on their cheerful face who just graduate from their high school. They were closed to each other, very closed. They are his longtime best friend.

There’s himself, her and… Y/N.

*

“It’s your fault, Eun Youngae”

He nudged the lass with his shoulder as they had to rise up their hands upwards. She rolled her eyes as well her mouth crooked from side to side. “Not mine! It’s yours, Park Jimin”

Both of them started to push each other using their shoulder without even care that they’re having a punishment. It stops until an unfamiliar girl walked passed them with Miss Hwang. Jimin followed Youngae’s gaze on the lad as you walk into their classroom.

“He’s new student isn’t?” He turned to her while mumbling. In a sudden, their ‘date’ was interrupted by lass who are suddenly stood beside the squishy-like boy, Park Jimin. Both of Jimin and Youngae confused with the sudden lass’s presence.

“I left my History books, so that’s why I’m here” You began to explain your sudden presence as both of them looked at you with a confused face glued to each other faces. She nodded a little; understand your words.

“Like seriously? You’re the new student. Mr.Gong is always like that. He never cares. That’s why he never married!” she snorts hardly while moving her body left to right to reduce the numbness in her legs.

She tilted her head, facing you standing beside Jimin. “By the way, I’m Eun Youngae. Nice to meet you?” she stretch out her hands towards you. You replied it by grasping her hand into yours and started to shake hands.

“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you too. “Your eyes lay on the squishy-like lad who seems quiet since you are there. Youngae nudged him as her mouth snout towards your direction; giving a sign for Jimin to greet you and stop being such a snobbish brat.

“I’m Jimin. Park Jimin” he hand out his hands to greet you with a sweet smile curled on his lips. “Stand properly! Rise up your hand!” A deep hoarse voice startled them, as they automatically straighten their standing position.

The silence was break when Youngae started to giggle, feeling funny on what happened just now. It was like a wave, as you started to giggle and Jimin was the last to respond it. That day, their friendship existed without they even noticed.

*

A soft delicate yet loud voice snapped his mind from his delusion. As he heard her voices sounds anxious, he quickly run into a bedroom and sees Youngae standing beside a study table, looking at him with an unreadable expression on her face.

She pointed out her fingers towards the study table. “Y/N, she wants you to read that” she said in trembling voices. Tears glistened in her eyes. He can’t stand looking at her tearful face as he looks away.

There’s many crumpled paper filled up the small dustbin beside the table meanwhile, some paper scattered on the table, around the dustbin. As long he known you, you are hygienic person that would never left your house in a horrible mess especially your room. The only place, you can find calmness in your life.

He has hatred feelings of insanitary. What actually happened to you? A question lingered in his mind, for a week; a painful week. It left him without a reasonable answer that would clear up his confusion. His eyes riveted to a plain white letter with a several red tint. The letter; she found it on the table and you wants him to read it.

His fingers moved slowly towards the table, taking the letter that provides an answer for his unexplainable question. The blood stained letter.

The Forgotten Past

Y/N and Youngae turned their head synchronize towards a lad who is pulling a chair from the table before landing his butt on the chair. A contented smile on his cheerful, boyishly face looking at them as his eyeball going to pop out. You know something did happen to him from his unusual smile.

“What’s up, Jimin?” Youngae greeted her best friend while sipping to her blueberry smoothie. He nodded his head, adjusting his seat before replied to her. “Great!” You discerned a glint of happiness in his voice. In a sudden, Jimin hit the table causing them startled; jumped a little from their seat.

“Jaemi just give me her phone number! Can’t you believe it?”

His smile becomes wider as he announced it. Song Jaemi is the girl that he adored since their junior year in the university. He had done so many things just to make her notice the existence of him and it seems all the things that he has done receiving a positive feedback.

Youngae scratched her temple, thinking about the unfamiliar name that he just mention. “Jaemi? Who is she?” she looked at him confusedly. Then, a soothing voice interrupted their conversation. “Song Jaemi. The girl that he liked since our junior year.” You breaks yoursilence by replying her question and tries not to look at them.

Jimin plucked his fingers. “Exactly! Thanks buddy.” He tapped your shoulder for a several times before facing Youngae again. A sour smile curled on your lips.

“Oh” she simply replied. As Jimin begun to narrate how she gave her number to him, Youngae took a secret glance at you who is in a deep thought, pondering while looking away. You had a distant look in your eyes and clearly weren’t listening to Jimin.

*

Y/N lost in her thought of the sudden news that Jimin announced just now. Song Jaemi, her brown wavy hair; framed her perfectly beauty face. She was born with a gifted pretty face, her humble personality and bright brain. Any guys would love to have her as a girlfriend. She’s the perfect package for someone who is looking for a girlfriend.

You had to admit she was undeniably beautiful girl and as a girl, yourself could never resist an attractive girl like her to become your friend. She is everything compared to you and that is why Jimin look at you as a girl but his best friend.

Yet, there’s no one could take over Jimin’s position in your heart. Even though you have done many attempt to forget about him but you couldn’t. You supposedly make yourself falling deeper and deeper.

You can’t resist Park Jimin’s existence in your heart.

“Are you alright?” Youngae’s voices break the silence among them. Her eye smile catches your eyes at the moment you turned your face when your right cheeks touched a tin of cold Coke. The lass took a seat beside you against the oak tree at the university’s yard. You looks lost when she asked you that question and she knows your mind isn’t with them right now. She took a deep breath before letting out a sigh, looking into your eyes.

“Why don’t you tell him about your true feelings?” That statement snapped your mind from drifting away as you quickly stared at her face for a few seconds. “Do you remember when you intentionally stay away from me for a week when I told you about my feeling just because you can’t believe that I’m in love with him? I almost lost you when I told you about my feelings, and I don’t want it happened to me and Jimin. You know that I could die if I lost him away from my life.”

She gnashed her teeth. “Sooner, you’ll lose him if you let him with Jaemi.” You pretends not to hear what she just said as you took a gulp of Coke.

“I’m more afraid if our friendship ruined. I’m happy if he’s happy.”

She sighed before leaned her head on your right shoulder. “You know, if you need someone for you to tell your problem, I’m here. I’m always here for my best friend. This is why best friend is exists for.”

*

“Y/N, hold this for me.” She handed the cake to you, fumbling in her pocket for a lighter and the candles. She poked in the number-shaped candles on the cake as she begun to light them up. Today is Jimin’s 21st birthday. Both of them are going to make a surprise for their beloved friends for his special day.

She knocks the door for several times, waiting for Jimin to open up his door. Excitement clearly shown on their faces when they heard the ‘click’ sounds made from the door.  They begun to sing a birthday song as door opened. “Happy birth-”

Before they could even finish the song, Jimin stop them from singing as he went out from his house and closed it. “Thank you guys. I really appreciate it. I’m really sorry. I kinda rush now because I’ve a date with Jaemi. She’s going to celebrate my birthday. I’m sorry, I don’t want to disappointed you guys but I’m also don’t want to disappoint her.”

Excitement fades away from their faces as they heard Jimin couldn’t make it. You tried so hard not to show you are upset at him. You curled up a fake smile, said; “It’s okay. Enjoy you date! Happy birthday”

“By the way, thanks for the surprise. I really love you guys!” He went away leaving Y/N with furious Youngae.

“So, girlfriend is more important than best friend? That’s it. I’m done! I’m trying to make him spare a time for us, for you and you just let him go to that bitch. You’re so unbelievable, Y/N!” She rises up both of her arms, scowling. She gritted her teeth while clenching her fist and started to walk away, leaving the dumbfounded Y/N in front of Jimin’s house.

You were taken aback with her sudden leaves, running while holding the cake to stop her from went away from there. “What I’m going to do with this cake?” You furrowed your eyebrows, asking her in confusion.

She let out a snort. “I’m not in the right frame of mind for a party. You eat this cake by yourself or wait for that guy until he comes back which I’m hundred percent sure that he’s not going back tonight.” She blurted out while letting a sigh of frustration and walks away from there

You stared gloomily at the cake. “Happy birthday to you” You finished up the unfinished birthday song before blow out the candles by yourself.

*

A high pitched voice gave him a quite jolt as he leaned his iPhone against his right ear; answering her call. “Where have you been, Y/N?” She asked a simple question yet you still can’t answer to it.

“You better be here in 5 minutes. Jimin is here! You know it’s hard for him to be here by now since he’s busy with his ‘studies’ nowadays.” She emphasizes in a mocking tone making you to burst in a laugh. You can hear his deep hoarse voice in the background showing that he’s there.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minutes. Wait for me!” You pushed the end call button before stuffing in your phone into the pocket. You started to trot along the hallway without making any noise so that you wouldn’t disturb other students who are having a learning session.

In a sudden, you froze in the middle as he heard a moans echoing along the hallway. Your mind was distracted as you keep turning your head, looking for the source of the sounds. You caught a glimpse of familiar lass on the side of your eyes.

“Jaemi-ah.” Your soothing calm voice filled up the silence of the empty classroom beside you. Your eyes widen as your jaw dropped immediately looking at unpleasant view in front of you; Jaemi and an unknown lad is making out in the class.

Both of them shock as their eyeball going to pop up, looking at Y/N who is standing at the door. Jaemi quickly pushed the guy backwards, while adjusting her dress, straightened her ponytail. “Babe, it’s not comfortable here. Let’s find another place!” She pretends not to see Y/N there as she grasped the guy’s hand entwined to hers.

“Why you do this to Jimin?”

Your question stopped her. You blink your eyes blankly, staring at her as your lips slightly part. A chuckle came out from her mouth as her lips forming a smirk. She makes her ways towards the door while the guy rooted her from behind. She stopped beside of Y/N, putting her palms of your left shoulder.

“I’m going to hurt him more if you would like to tell him what you saw just now.” Her shoulder brushed your arm. Her words are echoing in your mind as your right hand clutching the brown-gold envelope hardly.

*

A blasting music filled up the entire house, came out from the speakers was loud and it hypnotizes people at there to dance following the rhythm. The dance floors packed with a dozen of people dancing crazily at the same time. It was like a bitchday party rather than a birthday party.

Girls are wearing sexy revealing clothes that can lure guys to be around them, as well as the guys showing off the bodies and abs. Except for those two who is sitting at the corner, observing the people at the party.

“I don’t believe that I’m fucking agree on your stupid decision” She let out a snort through her nose as her eyes wildly wandering the people around her. You are smiling genuinely looking at your best friend who is completely uncomfortable with the current atmosphere. “Jimin is our best friend.”

“But Song Jaemi isn’t.” She rolled her eyes, looking away from you. Today is Jaemi’s birthday and as being request by her, Jimin invited his best friend along to her party. At first, it was really difficult to persuade Youngae to follow you up to the party.

But after several attempts, you finally did it and she’s now with you at the party. It’s been an hour since they last meet with Jimin. He is nowhere to be seen. You felt slightly awkward attending Jaemi’s birthday. Youngae was right; she isn’t their friend but she is Jimin’s girlfriend, which means she’s a part of them. You stretched out your neck looking for his figure. Where is him?

“You better take for me a glass of drinks before I kick out myself from this hell party.” Her annoyed tone snapped you out as you tilted your head looking at her. A frown displayed on her face. She’s really meant it. You stood up, brushing the dirt off from your skirt. “What do you want?” You asked.

“Anything, except alcohol.”  You knows that she has a low tolerance of alcohol that’s the reason why she never drinks it. Unfortunately, they only served wine, alcohol and some juice that doesn’t suite her taste.  After asking her to wait for you, you went to the kitchen looking for plain water.

While waiting for the water filter machine to fill up the cup, you tapped your fingers on the table making a soft rhythm. You took the cup away from the machine when you felt a pair of arm circling around your waist. You turned to face the owner of the arms and it gives you a big shock.

Song Jaemi.

The cup escapes from yout grasp making the water to sprinkle around them. “Get your hands off from my body.” You keep pushing her away as she tightens her grasp making you waist throbbing in pain. Being the rebellious girl she is; she didn’t have any intention to release the hug.

“I want to give you a present for keeping your mouth shut” Her hot breath tickling your ears ending a shiver down to your spine. She leans towards your face and tilted her head so she could give you a whisper. “I just gave Youngae a drinks and she already attracted a guy towards her.”

You can’t believe what she just did. Your lips trembling as you tried to calm yourself from bursting because of her stupid mistake.

“Where is she?”

She pouted her lips cutely thinking the answers that she should give to you. “The last time I saw her was at the bedroom upstairs. I never thought that she is a wild girl.” She let out a giggle supposedly to annoy you. You tried to let go her grasp as you start your pace away from there, when suddenly she intentionally hit herself against the cabinet and fell on the floor. You take a look at her and the situation right now showed that you are the one who pushed her.

In a sudden, your eardrum catches a familiar voice yelling for your name; the voice that you never wanted to be here right now.

*

“Get out!” Jimin pushed Y/N outside from Jaemi’s house. All the people there, staring at them. Jaemi linked her arms to Jimin’s arms while smirking at you who is already fell on the ground.

“Park Jimin! What are you doing? Y/N is our friend!” A high pitched yet calm voice snapped Jimin from his anger. Youngae rushed towards you and helped you to stand up. She stared at Jimin with an enquiring look on her face.

He snorted. “A friend would respect each other and their significant. She is clearly tried to hurt my Jaemi!” Jimin freaked out, making Youngae to jolt up from her place. She is clenching her fist as she makes her way towards Jimin before pushing his broad chest.

“Now, you’re on her side? You’re my friend! I know you first before her. So right now, I want you to choose between me and her. If you choose her, this will be the last time you will see me.” Jimin let out his anger as he grabbing her shoulder and continuously pushing frontward and backward.

“That bitch that you love with all of your heart is cheating on you on some random guy. I can’t believe you’re in love with a bitch. Can you realized that there’s someone out there that’s love you more than her do.” Your face lightens up as you heard Youngae’s word who is defending you as well as she’s making Jimin realized that Jaemi is a bitch.

Jaemi giving her a death glared before trying to swing her hands on Youngae’s face, giving her a slap. A slap sounds awe the people around as they looking at them with their eyes widen. She giggled after slapping her. Youngae gritted her teeth, looking down to the ground.

The side of her eyes, she saw Jaemi who is probably mocking her. Her anger grew up in a blink of eyes and without she noticed her right palm already touched her right cheeks. She let out a chuckle as a smirk appeared on her lips.

Jaemi seems doesn’t satisfied with her sudden action tries to slap her once more. She tries to defend herself by pushing her but she felt her wrist was grasped by someone who is extremely strong. And it was Park Jimin.

A sigh of frustration came out from her mouth as she jerked her wrist away from him. “I’m choosing him over you. From now on, you are no longer my friend, Park Jimin” She blurted out before she went to you who is completely in shock, grasping your hands and went away from there.

*

It has been four day after the incidents and Jimin still doesn’t pick up his call. He probably hates me, you thought. Youngae who is cooking in the kitchen caught a glimpse of worried Y/N laid on the couch. The cough sounds filled up the house and it getting worse. She felt so worried looking at your pale face.

After that incident, you often get flu and cough all time. Losing appetite is not the usual for you because Y/N that she knows is the big eater among her friends. You are getting skinnier day by day and it makes her totally worried.

After a thousand attempts of calling Jimin, you finally succeeded as Jimin pick up the phone. He sounds like he’s drunks. “Y/N! Please stop bugging me! You ruin my life. Jaemi dumped me because of you! You’re not my friend! I hate you! I wish that you’re not existed in my life anymore. Go to hell! Don’t call me anymore because I hate you!”

A sound of beeps vibrates your eardrums as Jimin hang up your call without giving you a chance to explain. You shut your eyes, trying to find the calmness and to reduce the pain that you are holding right now. Jimin hates you. He doesn’t want you to exist in this world anymore.

Youngae came with a tray of fried rice and also an apple juice before taking a seat beside you. She hand you the tray before giving you an ice pack to lessen your bruise. “He answered my call” You suddenly blurted out, looking into her eyes. You grasped her hand and entwined to youre.

She looked at you with a sorrowful looks in her eyes. “Promise me that you’ll still be friend Jimin even if I’m no longer here.”

“What do you mean?” She looks at you in confusion. Your words stung her hear as you are going to left her. You tighten your grasped; it’s like you are not going to let her go. You bit your upper lips before lifted up your head to face her.

“You know that, he’s the one that I love since I’m here. He’s drunk. Please, go to him and take him to his house. He really needs you at this moment. She left him. I’m sure he doesn’t want to see me there. You’re the one that can help him. Please for me, forget about your anger on him, for me.” Tears brimmed on her eyes as she nodded absentmindedly. She took her coat that she draped over the back of the chair before pushing the doorknob.

“Thank you” You smiled genuinely looking at her. She took a turns looking at you as she felt so reluctant to leave him right now.

“I’m doing this for you”

The echo of coughing sounds started to fill up your house. You covered up your mouth using a handkerchief that she prepared for you. After the cough getting lessens, you took off the handkerchief from your mouth.

What you are seeing now totally shocking you, as you saw a blood stained on it. It’s the day.

*

Jimin sees a vague figure of Y/N who is tottering from the bed towards the study table. He can’t believe as he’s staring at you that don’t look as usual. The loose t-shirt that you are wearing almost revealing your skinny body showing you lost a lot of weight. Your puffy red swollen eyes showing that you have been crying for a long time. Dark circles around your eyes become blacker than usual.

Your messy hair as well as, tears stained and pale face. You are suffering a greater pain than he is. Seeing your worst condition, he urges himself to help you but his legs seems glued to the floor and all he can do is become a witness of his best friend’s pain.

You laid your butt slowly on the chair as your fingers grasping a pen and a few sheet of plain white paper. Your fingers trembled hardly as you are starting to write on the paper. You are in a weak state that you couldn’t write properly. You crumpled a sheet of paper one by one after you have written something on it.

You look pale and tense. You growled as you slammed your hand on the table, taking a deep breath before focusing on the last paper back. As the needle point of the pen touched the paper, Jimin look at the letter that he’s holding now.

To my dearest Park Jimin,

Hi, Jimin! How are you? I hope you’re fine. Firstly, I want to thank to you and also to our little fussy princess, Youngae for being my friends from the first time I steps my foot here at Seoul till now.

Because of that, I’m starting to understand the meaning friendship and I decided not to ruin our friendship because I can’t withstand the pain of losing you or her. I’m value our friendship too much till there’s a time I’m afraid of being far away from both of you. I really love both of you.

But since we’re entering university, we seem drifted away. My fear of our future gnawed away at me all the time. We rarely spend times together like we used to do in high school. Me and Youngae also hangout together without you and I’m really sorry for that. It’s not your fault. Please forgive Youngae if her words did hurt your feelings. She loves you that are why she did that.

About Jaemi, I’m truly sorry. I never had any intention of hurting her. I swear to God on that night, I never touched her even her skin. She planned all of it. You know I will never do that because she is a girlfriend of my best friend; the one that I love with my whole heart.

Truthfully, it’s been a while I’m keeping this feelings of mine and only Youngae knows about my feelings. I’m really thankful because God giving me chances to love you even you didn’t know. I don’t want to ruin our friendship because of my stupid feelings. That’s why I keep it safe until now. It’s hurt seeing you with another woman who doesn’t love you as much as I do. But if being with her makes you happy, I’m also happy for you.

I’m sorry because I can’t stop myself for loving you. It’s hard and every time I tried, I will end up crying. I know it sounds girly but it’s true. I want you to be the first and the last person that I gave all my love. And my wish really came true. You’re the first and the last person that I love really much.

I’m really glad that you move on from Song Jaemi because she’s not worth it. She’s a bitch that cheated behind you and what Youngae told you was right. I saw her with another guy, making out. I’m sorry for hurting you but I can’t stand looking at her fooling you.

Please, do tell Youngae, that I’m really sorry. I’m seeking for her apologize. I’m sorry for being a burden to her throughout this year. I’m sorry for not being a good friend to her and not qualified enough to become her best friend compared to what she have done to me. Please promise to me that you will take care our little sister more that I do. Promise me that you won’t hurt her and not being a burden to her like I always do.

I’m sorry I can’t take care of you anymore. There are many girls out there that love you as I do. And that girl is Eun Youngae. Love her more that you love Jaemi. I know she’s the best for you.

I’m sure if you be able to read this letter that’s mean, I’m no longer there with you and Youngae. I’m sorry because I left without even telling both of you. Bear in your mind that I’m always by your side through thick or thin. Because I love you Park Jimin and I always do.

 

Your sincerely;
Y/N, your worst best friend.

The sound of your cough that become worse from the time he started reading the letter making him cringe. The cough sounded sick, really sick. Its makes him to think that is the cough is normal. You are covering your mouth using your palm suddenly burst out blood from your mouth and through your nose. The blood scattered all over the table and also on the letter.

Your finger trembled as you rest down your head on the table looking at the letter. A smile curled on your delicate lips. Slowly, your eyelids started to shut and you falls into a deep sleep; an eternity sleep.

Jimin drop down to his knees as your figure slowly fade away from the chair. When he realized that you aren’t there since they steps into the house. You’re never there. He’s seeing you and it was an illusion of you; the time before you left.

“Y/N!” He screamed for your name on the top of his lungs. He regrets all the things that he has done to you during you last day. He’s such a cruel friend. Tears rolled on his swollen cheeks down and fell on the letter.

The letter that looks like you scribbled down crazily. Jimin crazily wanted to follow you up, calling out to you but it was too late. You have left. You’re gone.

In other side, Youngae is standing against the wall outside of room. She heard Jimin is screaming for you. She couldn’t do anything. Feeling sympathy to him making her no longer can’t bear the tears; tears of sorrow. She clutched a medical report which belongs to you as well as a frame picture of you against her painful chest.

Because of a letter to Park Jimin, he knows that their friendship is meant a lot to you.
Because of a letter to Park Jimin, he finally knows about your feelings.
Because of a letter to Park Jimin, he knew that you are no longer with them.
Because of a letter to Park Jimin, is from Y/N.