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anonymous asked:

Well, this is kinda angsty, but can I request a scenario where zen & mc are together and in the last rfa party zen slept with jaehee and after a few days jaehee couldn't deal with the blame and told mc in front of all rfa but MC pretended not to believe her (andthenrfa*cof*saeran*cof*tryingtocomforther). This is ridiculously specific, i know lolol but feel free if you don't want to do it, it's okay, or if you want to change anything just do it 😅 I love love love your blog and your writing ❤❤❤❤❤

Ok so this post actually ended up being realllly long and I don’t know how to do the ‘read more’ thing so I’m really sorry to anyone trying to scroll by
Oops 

And I’m so glad you like my writing, and I’m also really glad I got this request because at first I wasn’t sure how to write it (I basically ended up writing a fanfiction using bullet points haha oops) but I had a lot of fun doing it.

Disclaimer: I don’t think Zen would ever cheat and I actually don’t think Jaehee has any romantic feelings for him, just admiring adoration.

And I know you said I could change things
but it’s rlly angsty 
and I’m an angst monster and I kinda love it sooo i’m gonna keep it exactly how you wrote it  

let’s do it

  • Zen had always been flirty with you
  • And at some point..you had started flirting back
  • And soon it was more than flirting and you found yourself head over heels for each other
  • Constant phone calls too each other where you’d gush over how you wished you could see each other
  • Good morning and Goodnight texts
  • The occasional shameless flirt in the public chat
  • Once you two met at the first RFA party it was like a scene from a Disney movie, you two all but ran to each other and he swung you around once he snagged you in a tight embrace
  • Looking into his eyes you swore this could be love
  • He did too.
  • He really did swear he was in love with you
  • You were everything he had hoped and more
  • You were the person that woke him up everyday and put a smile on his face, you were the person that he thought of when love songs came on the radio, when he was on stage you were his muse, when he lay down to sleep at night you were the final thought in his head, and the first one in his dreams.
  • The next RFA party was a few months after you two had first met in person, only a couple months into your very happy relationship
  • You two had spent the first half of the night joined at the hip, happily enjoying each other’s company.
  • But somewhere throughout the nights timeline you both got distracted by separate guests and acquaintances and wandered away from each other.
  • Zen started drinking. Whoever he was talking to kept egging him on and the two of them were having a good ole time, which is rare for Zen in these occasions because the guests are usually upper class aristocrats like Jumin or if they are there for Zen, it’s as fans instead of friends
  • So he thought he’d treat himself
  • It got to be a bit much
  • The other guests were starting to notice and Jumin was not going to have the press covering Zen’s drunken gusto at an RFA event
  • “Assistant Kang,” Jumin sauntered over to Jaehee while keeping his eyes on Zen. “please escort Hyun to the back where he can cool down, out of the cameras’ lines of sight.”
  • “Of course, Mr. Han” And Jaehee was off. She was relieved that she had an excuse to get Zen out of the room, she too recognized the bad press that could follow this event but felt she hadn’t had the authority to tell Zen otherwise
  • But under the guise of Jumin’s will, she was able to convince Zen to head to the back so ‘Jumin wouldn’t bitch’ (in the words of the actor).
  • Soon it was just the two of them in the back room, Jaehee giving Zen water as he yanked at his shirt collar, complaining it was hot.
  • In his drunken shenanigens he managed to undo all his buttons at some point while Jaehee was getting more water, so she came back to shirtless Zen.
  • Zen knew those eyes.
  • As the assistant stared at his pectorals with a slight blush on her cheeks, he looked into her eyes and saw something
  • Adoration. Admiration. Want.
  • She wanted him.
  • Somewhere, deep in his psyche, behind the pseudo narcissist wall, 10 year old Hyun Ryu craved the attention. The positive attention his mom said he’d never get
  • He had you
  • But in that moment he had Jaehee too, and he couldn’t turn that down
  • Jaehee doesn’t even know how it initiated, she just recalls Zen pressing her against the wall and kissing her with a passion she’s never felt before.
  • His hands undoing the buttons of her shirt
  • His lips whispering praises of how she was not only successful, but also beautiful. And so sweet. And smart. And-
  • She almost cried. Someone as talented as Zen saw something so great in someone as plain as her? Impossible.
  • But he kept assuring her, and touching her, and loving her
  • Loving her the way he should have been loving you
  • The guilt hit her, but she watched it disappear as ecstasy took over
  • Zen passed out once they were both finished, pants undone and shirt wide open, but eyes closed and soft breaths flying in and out of his lips
  • Jaehee was wide awake though.
  • She was leaning against the wall, clothes messily pulled back on and tears threatening her eyes
  • The guilt was back and it felt like the weight of the world’s biggest mistake was sitting on her shoulders
  • She put her hands over her mouth as she stared at Zen, and she started crying when she thought of you.
  • “What have I done?”
  •  
  • After every party, the RFA gets together a few days later to go over logistics. What worked, what didn’t, who came, how to convince more people to come, etc
  • Jaehee’s heart dropped as you and Zen walked in together, a bright smile on your face, a blank slate on his.
  • No not blank
  • When Jaehee met his crimson eyes she saw it, the same thing he probably saw in her eyes: Guilt. Remorse. Regret.
  • She could barely stomach the feel as you greeted her and hugged her
  • “Jaehee! Good to see you! I feel like we didn’t get to talk much at the party thanks to someone making a little scene” As you pulled away you playfully rolled your eyes towards Zen. 
  • He just gave a nervous chuckle
  • Jaehee opened her mouth, ready to spill her guts, only to find it was dry as cotton. 
  • You gave her a quizzical look, ready to ask what was wrong, but Jumin’s voice interrupted with “Shall we begin?” looking pointedly at the three of you.
  • “Yahoo~” Seven cheered as he plopped down next to Saeran, who had recently been getting dragged along to all the RFA meetings, given he tended to just sit in the corner and pout.
  • Much like right now. He did little more than look at you and nod, which was as courteous a greeting as you were going to get with him.
  • Yoosung nodded, signaling everyone was ready, and the discussion began
  •  
  • You all were about 30 minutes into the conversation
  • Except for Jaehee
  • She couldn’t stop thinking about what happened the night of the party
  • She couldn’t stop looking at you and feeling guilty
  • She couldn’t stop thinking about telling you
  • “I need water” She stood up abruptly, startling everyone a bit
  • Jumin had a bit of an annoyed look on his face but conceded with “Fine. Quick 5 minute break for everyone”
  • Jaehee booked it to the kitchen
  • “Uh…I’m thirsty too.” Cue Zen bee-lining after her.
  • “Are you Okay??” He asked in a harsh whisper
  • “No I’m not okay!” Jaehee hissed back “We…we have to tell her.”
  • “No!” Zen’s eyes widened “No. You and I both know it was a mistake that will never happen again. She doesn’t need to know.”
  • “Zen if you love her-”
  • “I do love her!” He snapped back “I love her which is why I can’t lose her Jaehee. I know we messed up, I do. But..I can’t lose her over my mistakes” His eyes were pleading even more than his voice
  • Jaehee just stared into the crimson orbs, feeling the knot in her stomach grow. She just weakly nodded.
  • There was a moment of silence before she chugged her glass of water and turned to head back towards the living room where everyone was seated
  • She took a strong stride in
  • She bit her tongue
  • She was not going to-
  • You were the first face she met walking back in
  • Your smile welcoming her back to the circle
  • Your eyes cheery
  • Your heart open to her as it had been since the first day even when she treated you coldly.
  • Zen was right behind Jaehee and nearly bumped into her when she stopped dead in her tracks
  • “Jaehee?” You and he called at the same time, him due to her abrupt stop, and you because of the tears suddenly pouring from her eyes.
  • “Jaehee what’s wrong?” You rushed to her, attracting everyone’s attention
  • You caught Zen’s face from over her shoulder, his eyes wide. Knowing.
  • “M-MC” Jaehee choked out
  • “W-What is it?” You asked worriedly taking her trembling hands in yours
  • “MC” Her voice fell. There was just a moment of silence. Everyone in the room was looking, the outburst had even taken a hold of Saeran’s full attention.
  • “Zen and I…we’ve done something awful” 
  • You knew what she was suggesting but..no. No you didn’t. No way that’s what she meant you’re just confusing things.
  • “…What did you do?” You asked cautiously
  • Sniffling. Endless sniffling. You looked to Zen, who was pale and looked like he was also ready to cry.
  • “Zen…what happened?”
  • “I’m so sorry” He managed to get out before the lump in his throat clogged his vocal cords.
  • “At the party MC we- we had….” Jaehee couldn’t get the filthy three letter word out of her mouth
  • You dropped her hands and looked to Zen
  • “MC I’m so sorry” Zen repeated, his voice shaking even more
  • Everyone was quiet, waiting for your response
  • You had none. Just an empty stare and mouth slightly agape, waiting for words to come out of their own accord
  •  Finally they did
  • “This is a really cruel joke to play” You feigned a very obvious forced smile as your eyes blinked back tears “I never thought you guys would do such a thing..haha” You wiped a way a small drop ready to roll down your cheek
  • “MC!” Jaehee exclaimed “This isn’t-”
  • “Jaehee.” Your voice dropped. “I really don’t find this funny.”
  • “Neither do I!” The brown haired girl went to take your hand again but you pulled away
  • “And Zen” You turned to him “I don’t- I don’t know..how…” You couldn’t finish the sentence
  • They were everywhere. Pouring down your face, flooding your eyes, gathering in a small pool at your chin. It was an onslaught of tears rolling down your cheeks, choking your words, your thoughts, your everything.
  • “MC” Zen reached out to you, only to have his hand swatted away by yours.
  • You just stared at him and cried, forcing him to look you in the eyes as your faux smile fell to pieces. 
  • You felt a hand softly fall upon your shoulder, and you turned to see Seven looking at you, apologetic pity in his eyes. Saeran stood behind him, wearing an angrier version of his twin’s sentiment. 
  • “Let’s go for a ride, get some fresh air, huh MC?” The red head’s voice was soft
  • You softly nodded and let him guide you towards the door, not even able to muster up to energy to look back at Jaehee and Zen. 
  • Saeran did however, and he looked back towards the two with a face full of disgust, up until the moment he slammed the door
  • “what a good meeting” Jumin grumbled under his breath as he turned a disdainful eye towards Zen
  •  
  • You drove for a couple hours probably. Most of it in silence, but a comfortable one. You were in the passenger seat and Saeran was in the back, Seven at the wheel finding desolate roads and flying down them, giving the wind of your open window some sort of purifying feeling. It stung, but it felt good. Your hair whipped around and the land raced by and you occasionally sobbed but that was ok.
  • Eventually you found yourself back at the Chois’ place, sitting on the couch, staring at a TV playing a movie that you hadn’t been paying attention to for the last hour. Your mind was elsewhere, wondering what you had done wrong.
  • You looked at the carton of ice cream in your hand, only doing so because the sight of Saeran setting his own empty one on the coffee table had triggered you to remember Seven had given you your own carton to drown your sorrows in.
  • The redhead had actually gone out to buy more, so it was just you and Saeran on the black leather couch staring at the TV screen.
  • “Do you want this?” You offered the ice cream to Saeran who’s expression turned from bored to surprised, probably because you’d been silent for the past six hours aside from a sob here and there.
  • “You don’t want it?”
  • “I’m not hungry”
  • He stared at you and the carton for a second, his face unreadable.
  • He wanted to insist you eat the ice cream, because personally he found it to always make him feel better, but he figured you didn’t want to hear it.
  • He took the carton from your hands and placed it on the table in front of you two
  • Silence aside from the noise of the TV.
  • He cast a glance to you, only to find your eyes on the floor.
  • “doyou wantalk” You barely understood what he said it was so quiet
  • “What?” You looked to him
  • He thought you were asking out of surprise rather than inaudibility and “My therapist…he says that talking things out makes you feel better.” He looked indignant for a moment, likely remembering how stupid he felt when he rejected the idea only to find later that his therapist had been correct
  • “I…I have nothing to say” Your shell of a voice whispered
  • Saeran furrowed his brows at you. “Say you hate them”
  • “What?”
  • His voice raised a bit “You hate them don’t you? So say it. The therapist said talk about your feelings so start there. They’re scumbags who hurt you and deser-”
  • “No!” You’re voice hit a volume it hadn’t reached in hours. “I don’t hate them!”
  • Saeran was mixed with confusion and anger “What do you mean you don’t hate them? One of your best friends and your boyfriend fucked-”
  • There it was
  • Someone finally said it.
  • The hot tears made a return and began rolling down your cheeks as sudden sobs erupted from your mouth
  • Saeran was alarmed at the sudden show and tried to pinpoint the trigger. He supposes it could be his last sentence but it’s not as if it wasn’t something we all knew.
  • “I….I don’t hate them” You cried once the worst of the sobs subsided.”I don’t even think I want to hate them. I mean it’d be easier but…I don’t. Jaehee…it’s not her fault. She just..got wrapped up in it all. And she’s always liked Zen. How could she have said no. And he..he was drunk” You sputtered out your rationalizations to find that they only annoyed Saeran
  • “The Assistant should still no better. But fine. You know what? She’s not dating you, and clearly she triggered you finding out the truth. So let’s pretend she’s ok? What about the actor? I don’t care that he was drunk. There’s no excuse for him doing that!” The white haired boys voice had become louder and louder, fists clenching tighter and tighter as he began riling up old feelings of betrayal he once felt. “He abandoned you! He left you in the dust and for what? He failed you!”
  • You don’t know when it happened but Saeran had turned towards you and grabbed your hands, squeezing them tight in between his own. His mouth was contorted into some sort of snarl and you saw a fire raging behind his minty eyes. 
  • “Saeran..you’re hurting my hands” You squeaked out.
  • Your small voice dragged him out of whatever memory he was reliving and he sort of faded back into reality with a few blinks of his eyes before turning his attention to his hands. He let go of yours and in a flat voice uttered a “sorry”.
  • You guys were silent again, just staring at the floor, both living in whatever sad memory chose to cross your brains.
  • “You deserve better is all” He finally said.
  • “I know” You replied, voice empty of any real feeling.
  • You looked up, staring at the TV but not actually watching as a man on a horse offered a hand towards a young woman. “I just can’t stop thinking about him. About the him I fell in love with. Is he really gone?”
  • Saeran followed your gaze to the TV, looking on as the girl hopped on the horse. “I think so. That’s assuming he was the guy you thought he was at any point.”
  • “He was.” You said, a little defensive. Saeran looked towards you, watching your emotionless expression, knowing that there was a storm underneath despite the calm appearance. He knew because he often did the same, rocking a stoic appearance while watching all hell break loose in his own head.
  • “Is this the part where I say ‘It gets better’?” 
  • “Do you believe that it does?”
  • “Not a fuckin’ chance” A bitter smirk twisted his lips 
  • “I appreciate the honesty” You sighed
  • “Not in the way that we think it will anyway” He looked off into space somewhere.
  • “Hm?” You turned to him
  • “Everyone imagines that one day soon they’re going to wake up and suddenly it’s not going to hurt anymore. That there’s gonna be a day when you don’t think about this. You’re always gonna think about it. You’re always gonna wonder what you did wrong. Why God hates you. What things would be like if it didn’t happen.”
  • “You don’t think that there can be a day when it all feels ok?” You ask, partially to heal your hopeless heart, and partially because you see Saeran is projecting his own feelings and you’re curious to know how he feels.
  • “Maybe. I haven’t hit it yet though. Doubt I will.” 
  • You stared as he looked off into the distance, feeling as if you could see the scenes of his past playing in his eyes.
  • You were just about to recede back into your ball of depression and hopelessness before he spoke again and took your attention
  • “But that’s me. You’re…you, MC” your questioning look prompted him to continue “You’re…a good person.”
  • “You are to-” You went to say but he cut you off by turning and leaning towards you with a new intensity in his face.
  • “Not like you. If at all” He scoffed. “ You though, everyone loves you. And they’re right too. Because…” suddenly he stopped himself, seeming to turn a little shy.
  • “Because?” You wanted, no, needed to hear this.
  • He gulped down his fear and turned his eyes to the side, unable to look at you as he delivered his next few words, scared of you seeing through him even more than you usually do. 
  • “MC, you’re..everything. You’re smart, you’re cute, and you’re …kind. You always know what to say to help everyone. And that’s the thing. You try to help people, even people trying to hurt you…” His eyes turned back to you “You saw a good in me even when I didn’t. You risked your life to help my brother to save me. You’re…kind of like an angel.”
  • You just stared, taken aback by such kind words, from Saeran of all people. 
  • You were right to be surprised, he wasn’t usually this smooth in conveying his feelings verbally…there must have just been something about you that made it easy for him to talk.
  • “If it gets better for anyone, it’ll be for you, MC” He reached for your hand out of instinct, but pulled back instantly when your skin touched, as if he just realized what he was doing. His eyes did the same, it looked like he just realized how vulnerable he was in that moment, and a sort of wall was raised behind his irises and his whole body tensed a bit.
  • He was scared of being rejected.
  •  …
  • Your hand slowly reached out to his, which was floating in the space between you two, and when he didn’t pull back, you interlaced your fingers together. 
  • A look of awe decorated both of your faces.
  • “Thank you…Saeran.” The light of the TV bounced off your wet eyes, making them look extra glossy.
  • The boy just looked at you, wide eyed, apprehensive for a moment, then nodded and tightened his grip on your hand. It wasn’t the same anger induced bear trap grip from when he grabbed them before. Now it was just firm, reassuring, like a hug.
  • “MC…things will get better for you. If not? I’ll make them.” He gave a subtle squeeze of the hand, giving you the nostalgic feeling of a pinky promise.
  • “You already did.” You let your head, heavy from spinning and sobbing all day, fall on his shoulder.
  • He just looked at you for a moment, before taking a deep breath a pulling you closer, his free hand rubbing your back gently. 
  • Maybe he was wrong
  • Maybe things would get better for him too
Being in a Polyamorous relationship with the Hamilsquad...

(So sorry I got carried away!!)


  • Your boys would be the sweetest in the world
  • Lafayette giving you adorable little pet names in French
  • “Mon petit ange doux, you look divine in that dress.”
  • Always buying a turtle plush for John everytime you take a trip to the store with one of the boys.
  • Here’s how your multiple turtle purchases would go down…
  • Hercules stopped the grocery cart and reached out to catch your arm just as your hands wrapped around the small fluffy green animal with large sparkly blue eyes. He sighed as your large orbs met his, “Y/n, my sweet, I think John has got enough turtles by now don’t you-” The tall man was cut short as his other love stepped out from behind him, setting a box of uncooked noodles in the cart, then took the stuffed animal from your hands and set it in the overflowing cart.
    “Shush Hercules, let her get him the turtle. John loves them!” Alexander insisted. Hercules rolled his eyes and threw his hands up deciding the fight wasn’t worth. Y/n and Alex both erupted with happiness when seeing John’s reaction to the new additions to his collection that they gifted him with. Of course it warmed Hercules’ insides seeing his boyfriend so excited so he obliged and shook his head.
    “Fine, fine, but you two are going to explain this to Laf when he sees John’s getting yet another one.”
  • Hercules making you an endless supply of dresses
  • Cuddle sessions
  • You’d probably have a chores chart
  • John would be the biggest sweetheart out of the four
  • They’d be obsessed with making sure you’re always comfortable and know how much you’re loved
  • Random surprises at work
  • It would most likely be extremely awkward at the start, none of you sure what to do and how to go about a relationship involving five people but after a while things would smooth out
  • Movie nights galore!!
  • Giving the boys massages after long hard days
  • Alex ranting to you about his hatred for Jefferson
  • “He’s just a pathetic, spineless, pain in my ass! What the hell is his problem anyways, huh? I mean my god why doesn’t he just take the damn stick out of his mother fu-”
    “Alexander!”
  • Doodling with John in your free time
  • Braiding the boy’s hair
  • “My love, are those flowers that you’re-”
    “Shush. You like it Alex, stop pretending you don’t.”
  • Bringing Hercules lunch and modeling his work for him
  • Thousands of group selfies
  • You all would move into a spacious apartment in New York with a large master bedroom that you all shared
  • The boys being extremely overprotective of you and each other
  • “That guy won’t stop drooling over Y/n.”
    “Oh tell me about it, this girl over here won’t stop making googly eyes at Laf.”
  • They’d love to baby you despite your protests
  • After a long day at work Hercules would draw you a bath as Lafayette carried you in and helped wash you
  • Lafayette tying your hair up in a bun whenever the chance is presented
  • Shoulder kisses
  • The boys would love placing small pecks all over your face as a sign of greeting
  • You all had enough trust in each other so jealousy wasn’t a very common thing
  • But there’d be a time when out with the boys you would run into Thomas Jefferson and Alex would go into full jealousy mode
  • He’d insist Jefferson was flirting with you and would have his hand wrapped securely around your waist with John holding your hand and Hercules glaring daggers at the man as he chatted away with Laf
  • But even Laf would get uncomfortable with the way his dear friend was staring you up and down
  • “Ah and this must be the lovely Y/n. I’ve heard so much about you. My, my you are more beautiful than the bright stars in the Virginia sky, my darlin’. Hope these men are treating you right, Hamilton especially. If you want to see what it’s like to be with a real man, one who can give you the attention you deserve-”
  • This would be Alex’s snapping point
  • Laf and Herc would have to hold him back from tearing apart the smug Jefferson as John would hold you close, blocking you from the sight
  • The rest of the night was spent snuggling together in bed under a mountain of blankets spent reassuring the boys just how much you love them
  • Morning showers together
  • The boys would try to do your makeup one night and surprisingly impress you with their skills
  • After noticing Lafayette’s constant distress and homesickness after a week or so Hercules, John, Alex, and yourself would get off early from work for the night and get to work make Lafayette a feast of authentic French themed foods
  • Laf being extremely overwhelmed at the action and going into an appreciative French spree of words- or rather so gibberish to three of you.
  • “Mes amours vous fondent mon coeur avec vos douces actions. Comment ai-je réussi à avoir la chance d'avoir quatre beaux anges qui m'aiment autant que je les fais? Je ne méritais pas de toi, mes amours.”
  • Hercules, John, and you turning to Alexander for translation
  • “He uh, he said he appreciates the action a lot and loves all of us more than anything.”
  • He’d then pull all of you in for a large group hug, which would happen often
  • Grocery shopping would take like five times longer for the fact that you live in a house with four other guys
  • John and Hercules always tagging along when you run errands
  • Alex writing heartwarming poems about you nonstop. He likes to sneak them into your work folders or your purse for moments when you need to hear it the most.
  • Hercules making all five of you matching Christmas sweaters in which you pose in for your family Christmas cards that make it out to all of your friends and family.
  • Girl gossip with the Schuyler sisters
  • I feel like Hercules would have a good list of jokes he’d say and mostly at inappropriate times
  • Like when it was Alex’s night to make dinner and he accidently overcooked the pork chops, Hercules would come into the kitchen taking in the dry black meat then look at Alex with a dead serious expression
  • “Hey babe, what do you call a pig that knows karate?”
    “Herc now is not the time-”
    “A pork chop.”
  • John always making silly faces at you from across the room when you’re stressed out
  • Laf being obsessed with taking candid photos of the boys and you,making a whole album full of them
  • “Laf why are you taking pictures of us? We’re just making lunch.” You mumbled half mindedly. The water on the stove was boiling heavily and John wrapped his arms around you from behind setting a handful of asparagus in the pot. He chuckled and placed a chaste kiss to the side of your cheek. Yet again another distinct shutter filled the air as Lafayette smiled to himself.
    “I bet it’s because we look absolutely adorable.” John whispered into your ear. You laughed as the vibration tickled your skin. Laf nodded and pointed towards the two of you,
    “Right you are, John.”
  • Making breakfast with Laf to bring to a sleeping Alex who passed out at his desk on top of piles of papers.
  • Having Christmas movie marathons laying in Hercules’ arms while Laf holds Alex and John cuddles up to your side
  • Becoming amazingly close friends with the Schuyler sister who love to hear about your relationship with the boys
  • But let’s be real, the sex would be outstanding
  • Like John would be sweet, gentle, and hesitant but in all the right ways
  • Alex would love to go down on you and the rest of the boys gaining pleasure out of satisfying his partners. He’s also pretty cocky, no pun intended, in bed but in all the right ways.
  • Lafayette exceeded in the department of dirty talk, whispering dirty French words in the shell of your ear and loud for the rest to hear which would turn Alex on above anything else seeing as he was the only who understood the words
  • Hercules was obsessed with undressing you and the boys loving to unravel you all before himself. He’s to most skilled out of all of you and it definitely comes in handy while in bed.
  • But afterwards they would always make sure you felt okay and cleaned you up
  • Fights would be to an extreme limit but when they did occur everyone acted fast
  • Alex was usually involved in the arguments while John would stand to the side, holding you close if you were near shielding you from the disaster.
  • Lafayette could be explosive if involved so Hercules acted as the peacemaker
  • In most cases all boys wanted the mess to end the second it would start but being hot tempered, sometimes it didn’t matter if the issue was large enough
  • Alex would apologized no longer than five minutes after the start almost in tears feeling horrible for his actions
  • He would rush over to John and you pulling both of you in close as the other two would join in
  • You would all then spend the night over a tub of ice cream peacefully sorting out the issue at hand.
  • So many kisses
  • Exploring the city together
  • Out of all the boys, Alex is the most difficult to convince of things
  • It’s a chore alone just to get that boy to bed
  • And when clothes shopping, you always make sure to go with Laf or John
  • Alex is the smartest with the shopping and usually knows what you actually need and don’t need
  • Hercules insists he can make you whatever article of clothing you want
  • But John simply cannot resist saying no to you and Laf just wants to see you smile so he had no problem throwing whatever amount of money down to cover the cost. (In no means is this used in the gold digger content.)
  • It makes John and Laf so happy when they say yes to you and you erupt in a fit of happy giggles and ‘thanks yous’
  • Every once in awhile all of you would take a trip. It always varied depending on whose choice it was. Lafayette loved taking you all to his home in France, Alex was a fan of adventurous tropical vacations (sometimes cruises but it took a lot of convincing) and heading to Spain for a change of culture, John liked camping trips or mountain explorations, Hercules was a fan of road trips and calm vacations on the shores of beaches in Hawaii, and you managed to talk to boys into backpacking in Europe which although stressful during the process, was a successful vacation and you enjoyed weekends up north far from the social world.
  • Lafayette would come home from work and surprise you with various coloring books or Paris, India, New York, etc. from the local Barnes and Noble. This being said you would steal many or John’s coloring utensils to fill in the books.
  • The boys all had different drunk types
  • Alex was whiny. SOOOOO freaking whiny when drunk.
  • “Y/n… can you please cuddle me?”
    “Jack gimme kisses.”
    “Hercules can you make me pizza?”
    “Laf, babe, are you ignoring me? No baby, lay with me!”
    “Alex sweetheart, I’m doing laundry what do you want?”
  • John was the cuddly drunk who always wanted kisses and hugs. He’d latched himself onto whichever partner was closest and would die before letting go. If someone would say no to John- they’d pay the price. In an instant he’d erupt in a fury of tears and totally let go of himself. Herc, being the usual sober one, was there right away comforting the sensitive boy.
  • Laf was a happy drunk. There was always a award winning smile on his face when a drink was in his hand. He’d tell jokes in different accent and whisper incoherent French words in your ear. He liked to get touch with all his partners and always had a hand on at least one of you while intoxicated. Lafayette was known to laugh at least once every two minutes, sometimes at nothing at all while drunk. He found the world to be one huge joke and had the time of his life.
  • Hercules let loose entirely. He was more of a partier when drunk and liked to brag, a lot. It wasn’t always about entirely PG-13 things either if you know what I mean. He also enjoyed showing Laf, Alex, John, and yourself off as well. Not in a disrespectful manner, just talked about how much he loved all of you. His lips were constantly pressed against your temple as well as the other boys. He’d holler and shout at a ball game on the screen that while sober he wouldn’t even give a second glance to.
  • Speaking of sports, almost everyone in the house was into something different but when March came around, the house was madness… pun intended.
  • The boys as well as yourself would all make brackets. Money was involved, no doubt. Smack talk was also a component even though none of you cared for the sport too much until March.
  • Alex would watch every game leading up to the event feverishly mapping out his plan. In the end, he would take into account more of the end scores than the effort and passion of each team. His end game was between Gonzaga and North Carolina.
  • John would argue against Alex and root for all the underdogs. Things wouldn’t turn out well for him but he had fun! John liked cheering for all teams and tened to root for the team with the most passion and enthusiasm. He was one for effort and hustle so when all his first round picks lost, he didn’t mind.
  • There was no doubt about it, Lafayette cheered for the team ahead. He was a typical bandwagon and switch sides faster than any traitor in history. Laf claimed he didn’t do so but it was clear. Sometimes he would cheer for the team with the name he recognized but he did enjoy watching basketball and seeing the games. Not knowing whether to pick North or South Carolina, Lafayette cheated the system deciding to write ‘Carolina’ as the end winner, claiming he did it on accident but everyone knew what he was up to.
  • Hercules cheered for the team with the best colors. He wasn’t as into basketball as most and prefered to watch his loves get excited themselves. Although he did pick Gonzaga, due to Alex spending an entire week talking him into it. Hercules didn’t mind though, he had no idea what was going on anyways. At the start he had put in the Lakers and Bulls, not realizing the huge difference between college and professional.
  • You on the other hand had watched the teams throughout their whole season which also meant you understood every game was different so you took an approach similar to John. In the end, Alex was the closest to perfection and made sure to let you all know it. But he choose to spend the money won on a night out on the town filed with kisses, champagne, expensive food, and loving memories.
  • You and Alex would be overly involved in reality TV
  • Like don’t even get him started on all those Real Housewives shows. Alex lives for the, most likely scripted, drama. You both try to get the other boys in on it although the only one who bites the bait is Hercules. Her claims he ‘hates’ the shows but you had caught him one Sunday night after everyone had long passed taken on sleep. You had felt his side of the bed shift and soon enough he was creeping out of the room. You followed him in curiosity and the sight you found was no one to disappoint.
  • Hercules has an episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians playing at the lowest volume and he was fully consumed.
  • You tiptoed silently down the wooden staircase holding a hand over your mouth to keep your breathing shallow. The light from the TV screen flashed in the dim lit room. You peeked out around the corner of the wall taking in the sight before you. Hopping out from behind the wall you shot your hand out at your boyfriend and hollered in delight,  
    “Ha! I knew it, you do love it!” Hercules jumped a mile high, his bowl of popcorn spilling out as he did so. His eyes flickered from the screen, to you, to the screen, then back to you again. Shooting his hands up surrender, Herc quickly snatched the remote from the cushion turning the show off instantly. “Sweetheart, it’s not what it looks like. I just- I wanted to see… fine you caught me. Don’t you dare tell Alex.”
    “Nope, too late.” A new voice appeared from the bottom of the stairs where a smug looking Alex stood. His hands were folded across his chest with his weight staggered to one hip. The cocky demeanor was shinning as bright as a new lightbulb. The introduction of another voice, or two, followed shortly after.
    “Damn Hercules, they got you too.” John commented sleepily. His messy locks curled around his face perfectly as his eyes batted heavily. You and Alex chuckled joining Hercules on the couch. Both of you were waiting for Monday to watch it together but what better time than the present.
    Alex snuggled into Hercule’s side humming at the man’s hand falling around his frame. You reached forward locking your hand with Alexander’s and rested your head on his shoulder. Laf smiled at the view and walked around the opposite end taking a seat on the floor. He turned around and faced Hercules with a side smirk,
    “C’mon babe I thought you were strong!”
    “Sorry you two! It’s just so terrible it’s addicting. Sit and watch it, just one and you’ll see what I mean.”
  • But above everything you all loved each other more than anything and did everything in your power to protect each other and make one another feel loved and cared for.

Hope you liked it! 

- Daizy xx

Morning Surprise (Remus x Reader)

“Hi! I might’ve already sent this in and I’m terribly sorry if I’m repeating my self but could you do one with Remus where you stay the night in his dorm and when you wake up the boys find you and they are all like shook. :,) thank you! I love your writing by the way!!” this made me laugh out loud when I read it! hope you like it!

Saturday’s were usually spent with your boyfriend in the library or by the Black Lake, curled up with a book and content with each other’s company. Today was no ordinary Saturday, it was a Quidditch Saturday, which meant that you and Remus had to postpone your usual activities and go and support James since Gryffindor was playing against Ravenclaw.

“Hurry up, lovebirds!” Sirius exclaimed, a few steps ahead of Remus and you.

You’ve been dating Remus for a year now, and you both kept the PDA to a minimum, the marauders knew that and often teased you both, but little did they know that behind closed doors, Remus and you couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

Remus rolled his eyes at Sirius, sending you an apologetic look.

“Sorry, we don’t take the dog out too often, we think he might get lost…” Remus whispered to you, and you laughed.

Soon you and the rest of the marauders were cheering James on, Gryffindor was winning by a landslide, and somehow Sirius had taken over as commentator half way through the match.

“Ms. Lillian Evans, if the handsome Chaser scores three consecutive goals, you have to go on date with him, it is the law. Dumbledore said so.” Sirius decreed into his enchanted wand, McGonagall stood from her seat and tried to pry the wand from his flailing arms.

“I’m so glad Sirius didn’t meddle with the two of us…” Remus uttered as you nodded in agreement. You witnessed as James scored three consecutive goals and how your roommate Lily was glaring at the boy, you could see that she was trying to fight off a growing smile on her face.

“Well bloody hell, Sirius does seem to have a future in matchmaking.” You said, pointing down at Lily, Remus shook his head in a mixture of disbelief and amusement.

It was no surprise when Gryffindor won, due to that Sirius and James announced that there would be a celebratory party tonight, (they would’ve thrown a part either way).

“What are the chances of us sneaking out of the party without being noticed by those two?” you asked Remus as you reluctantly made your way to the party.

“Just wait until they both had enough Firewhiskey, then we can go to my dorm and relax, there’s this new muggle book my mother sent me, I think you’ll like it.”

“Sounds perfect.” You said pecking his lips as you both joined the party.

It didn’t take long for Sirius and James to finish off a bottle of Firewhiskey, you nudge Remus and he stifled a laugh as he saw how James was drunkenly orchestrating a conga line.

“And that’s our cue to leave, love.” He said, chuckling at his friend’s failed attempts.

He led you up the boy’s dormitories, everyone was having fun so they didn’t see the two of you leaving.

He opened the door to his room which he shared with the rest of the marauders, you were always in awe of the contrast between Remus’s side of the room and the rest of the boys.

“I know what you’re thinking and I agree, they’re pigs.”

“Trewlaney better watch out because you might steal her job, your seeing eye just read my mind.” You joked, he chuckled as he walked towards his drawer, pulling out a jumper and a pair of boxers, handing them to you.

“I don’t think you’ll want to go back to a room full of tipsy girls later tonight and the guys will probably pass out in the common room.” He said as he handed the clothes to you so you could change into something comfortable. You beamed at him and thanked him, and headed towards the bathroom to change. You came out feeling extremely cozy, Remus was much taller than you so you basically swam in his jumper, it came down to your thighs.

“Well that’s not fair.” Remus said as he saw you wearing his clothes. You arched an eyebrow, confused.

“Now every time I wear that jumper I’ll know I won’t look as good as you do right now.” He said grinning, a bubbly laugh left your lips as you ran towards him, tackling him down to the bed.

“You’re so cheesy.” You mumbled as you buried your face in his chest.

“But you love me.”

“That I do.”

You both spent the rest of the night reading the astronomy book that his mother had sent him. Astronomy was your favorite subject, Remus liked it as well, and he loved seeing the way your face would light up as you looked at the pictures of the stars and constellations, and read about them.

Neither one of you realized when you fell asleep or if the rest of the boys came back.

Hours later, you were both woken up by a scream.

“BLOODY HELL, REMUS HAS A GIRL IN BED WITH HIM.” Sirius screeched.

“I’m pretty sure that’s Y/N…” Peter said.

“Keep your voice down you gits, I wanna study them more in their natural habitat.” James whispered.

“I can’t believe he did it, I didn’t think he had it in him.” He continued.

“Our little boy is all grown up.” Sirius sniffled.

You were woken up by Sirius’s scream but decided it was better if you feigned sleep, hoping that they would go away soon. Remus began stirring next to you.

“No PDA my ass, guess his wolf side won last night, huh?”

“Sirius Orion Black, if you don’t stop it with the crude comments I’ll make sure that you never procreate.” Remus snarled, his eyes still closed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“My dear, dear, Remus, how do you possibly expect for us to remain calm when we found you two in such a compromised position?” Sirius quipped back, smirking.

“Oh shut up Pads, nothing happened, we just fell asleep.” You said, enunciating the word sleep.

“OH Y/N, I SURE HOPE HE TREATED YOU RIGHT!”

“SIRIUS, GET OFF HER.” Remus exclaimed when Sirius dramatically threw himself at you.

You were trying your hardest not to laugh because if you did they would continue and you were not going to encourage them, you could see Remus trying hard not to as well. Who knew that the rest of the marauders would make such a big deal about you spending the night in their room.

“Does that mean Y/N is our mummy now?”

“JAMES, FOR THE LAST TIME, I AM NOT YOUR FATHER DURING THE SCHOOL TERM.”

After ten minutes of nonstop teasing, they finally left you and Remus alone as they went down for breakfast.

“They are way too chipper considering they probably have a raging hangover.”

“I’m pretty sure the opportunity of teasing us gave them the strength they needed.” Remus sighed.

“If I lock the door, they would just knock it down with Peter or something…how about we get dressed and head to the lake for a bit?” you asked him, sitting up.

“But I’m comfy…” Remus whined, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back onto his chest, burrowing his head on your hair.  

“Okay, okay! You win, but just until they come back, I don’t think I have any patience left for their teasing.”

“Agreed.” Remus sealed the deal with a kiss that left you breathless.

Luckily the boys found Filch on their way back and he interrogated them for a full hour about the loud noises that were coming from the Gryffindor common room the night before. You and Remus enjoyed a full hour of peace and quiet before they came barreling in, goofy grins on their faces when they saw you and Remus intertwine, sleeping peacefully.

“I guess the shock wears off the second time around.” Sirius mumbled, James nodded from besides him.

Friends

hello loves! so its been a while since i wrote something that i wanted to write, so i decided to take a break from the requests and write something i wanted to. dont worry, its just one, next time will be a request. this is going to be based on the song ‘Friends’ by ed sheeran because im an angsty little bitch. anyways, keep sending in requests hope you enjoy!


We’re not, no we’re not friends, nor have we ever been.
We just try to keep those secrets in a lie,
And if they find out, will it all go wrong?
And Heaven knows, no one wants it to.

“C’mon love, where’s your sense of adventure!” Harry shouted at you over the pounding bass in whatever club you had wandered into. Tonight was Harry’s birthday, a respectable day that the two of you usually spent together, but when night would hit, you both would pick up your other friends and hit the town. It was a nice tradition you had stuck to for many years. 

But now Harry was drunker than when you arrived and he thought it would be a good idea if you all took a quick trip to his LA home to visit all of his friends in LA. You thought it was adorable that he wanted everyone he loved to be included on this special day, but being in London defeated the idea of flying 12 hours. Plus, Harry would fall asleep within the first 20 minutes and not remember why he was in LA when he woke up.

“My sense of adventure is completely here, but it wants to stay in this city!” you yelled back to him. You reached out for his hand to pull him towards the door. All of his other friends had left for the evening, and you were ready to head out as well. Harry tried to fight you, but your sober state was not a match for his intoxicated one. You got him safely out of the club, and you both stood waiting for the valet to pull your car around.

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omg-gilliankazoo-me  asked:

Headcanon: when did the batboys (+Bruce) realize that they were falling for their s/o and what was their reaction to realizing they're in love? I hope this helps to make your day better ❤️

Thank you so much love ❤️ THIS IS GOING TO BE A LONG ONE SO THE REST OF THE HEADCANNON IS UNDER THE CUT


Bruce

  • Bruce realized be was in love when he saw you helping Dick with his homework
  • it was just a regular day for you and Bruce
  • You had spent the night at the manor
  •  when Bruce woke up the next morning he saw you and Dick on the Dining table trying to memorize the quadratic formula together
  • Bruce’s boys were the most important thing to him and seeing the proud look on your face when Dick solved a problem on his own and the look of excitement on Dick’s when you praised him made Bruce’s cold heart melt
  • At first the thought of being in love flustered him
  • he was used to a fatherly or familial type of love, not love love
  • the more he thought of it or you, the more it excited him
  • he wanted to be with you forever
  • he wanted to be the man you came home to every night
  • he wanted you to become the mother of his adopted children 
  •  he wanted to be happy with you
  • and he was

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BTS Reaction to You Thinking You’re Too Heavy For Their Lap

Requested 


Jin: 

“Where is this nonsense coming from? You’re perfect the way you are. So, come and sit on my lap, now.” You and he had a body worship session later. but y’all gotta keep it pg rn bc of the children i mean other members.

Originally posted by beagletae


Suga/Yoongi: 

“You’re too heavy? Yeah and I suck in bed, now that we both told lies, let’s get back to watching the movie.” He shut down that shit down so fast. He was not amused that you thought that way of yourself. 

Originally posted by mn-yg


J-Hope/Hoseok: 

“Does that mean you are too heavy for this dick?” Hobi didn’t care if other people heard him. Hoseok is the king of curves. He loves your curves more than Yoongi loves music. Hoseok then spent that night making sure you knew how much he loved your body and after he would whisper sweet nothings after the rough, but sweet, night. 

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

(this gif sent me into cardiac arrest) 


Rap Monster/Namjoon: 

When you told him that you were too heavy for his lap he was glad the other members weren’t around. One hand was cradling your face and the other was on your ass. His lips were on yours. 

“My babygirl/boy is never too heavy for me,” Namjoon whispered. 

Originally posted by yoonkooks


Jimin:

Jimin sat and listened as you ranted about how you thought you were heavy for him. He understood you completely having thought the same thing about himself at one point, and every once in a while. 

“I love you no matter what you look like. I fell in love with who you are as a person, your beautiful body is just a plus.” His eyes would stare into yours and you knew he was telling the truth. 

Originally posted by park-jimizzle


V/Taehyung: 

“But jagi, you’re perfect! How can you think such things?” He asked. He was devastated that you couldn’ t see you in the way he did. “Every time I look at you I can’t help but ask myself how I am so lucky to have someone as great as you.” 

Originally posted by cyyphr


Jungkook: 

“You. Me. Bedroom. Now.” He spent all night worshiping your body. He whispered things he loved about your body every time he fucked up into you. He took his time, too. Your body was perfect to him and made sure you knew that. 

Originally posted by beatriceindre


{some of these are kind of dirty…whoops} 

Carry Your Throne

Requested: Yes

Based off a prompt list linked here

#29 “You said my name in your sleep.” #26 “Help me I’m stuck.” and #86 “Why are you walking around naked?”

I also recommend listening to the song Carry Your Throne by: Jon Bellion

The song is also what influenced the title of this imagine.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You had found out Peter’s secret, to say you were outraged he had kept it from you so long would be an understatement. He tried to tell you he did it out of protecting you, but you weren’t buying it. You spent the night that night, waking when you heard him say your name. He didn’t remember that though, so it was your own secret. Weeks passed and you and Peter got even closer, a little bit too close.

Warnings: Light swearing

Word Count: 2,483

A/N: Surprise! I combined all of those prompts into one imagine. I think overall it turned out pretty well. I think this imagine is super dorky honestly but I love it so much. Anyways I hope you enjoy! :)

Originally posted by barnesvogue

You stormed back and forth in Peter’s room, his eyes wide watching you try to process what you had just witnessed.

You didn’t expect to encounter what you did that Friday night, you had decided to surprise Peter with a movie night, but ended up finding something else a bit more interesting.

May had let you in, saying that Peter would be right back, so you had decided to wait in his room.

Needless to say seeing Spider-Man crawl through his window on his ceiling did a few numbers on you.

He took his mask off, revealing Peter, who didn’t once notice you sitting on his bed.

Until that is he turned around, meeting your bewildered expression on your face.

“Y/N! What they hell are you doing here!” He whisper shouted at you, making you blink rapidly.

“I uh..I came by to surprise you with movie night.. May let me in..” You trailed off, your eyes starting to squint at the brunette in front of you.

You slowly stood up, pointing at Peter.

“You’re the Spider-Man from YouTube aren’t you!” You started putting the pieces together, making Peter’s eyes widen.

“No, what no.” He tried to play it off, putting on a gray shirt and throwing his suit into the closet.

“Yes you are! Oh my god.” You covered your face with your hands, not able to believe this was actually happening.

Peter just stared at you, not knowing what to say, this isn’t how he planned on telling you.

“Wait, hold on.. How long have you been keeping this from me?” You crossed your arms, making him shift awkwardly.

“A few months..” He bit his lip nervously, as your eyes widened.

“I’m sorry, a FEW MONTHS?” You shouted at him, your arms failing everywhere.

“Y/N! Quiet! Aunt May could hear you!” He rushed over to you, holding your shoulders.

“Trust me, I wanted to tell you, but I only didn’t because I wanted to protect you.” He sighed, stepping away and running his fingers through his hair.

You let out a laugh, unable to hide your feelings at the moment.

“Like I’m supposed to believe that?” You huffed, rolling your eyes.

“Yes! You are! It’s the truth Y/N, I deal with some bad people out there and if they figured out who you were they would hurt you, and I couldn’t let that happen.” He rushed out, making your heart melt a bit.

“Does anyone else know?” You questioned, sitting down on his bed.

Peter sighed, walking over and sitting down next to you.

“Just Ned, and well Mr. Stark obviously."  He let out a small laugh, making you smile slightly.

"Wait- Ned- He’s known this whole time!” You smacked his shoulder, annoyance in your voice.

“Ow! And yes, it actually happened like this.. Man, I really need to work on being more stealthy.” He muttered, rubbing his shoulder.

“I still can’t believe this..” You groaned, looking down at the floor.

“I know it’s a lot, but I will protect you okay?” He wrapped an arm around you, making you lean into his side.

You blinked a few times, before sitting back up.

“I know you will Peter.” You smiled slightly, playing with your sleeves.

Peter gave a reassuring smile, but that immediately changed when you started smacking him.

“How could you do this to me! Now I’m always going to be worrying about you!” You smacked his chest, making him try to fight you back, but he only grabbed your wrists and pulled you close to him.

You were exhausted, no doubt, so when Peter made you go to sleep, you did.

You didn’t know how long you were out, but you awoke to the sound of Peter talking in his sleep.

“Y/N.. I told you..” He mumbled, making your eyes widen.

He was dreaming about you?

You sat up, making sure you heard him correctly.

“Y/N, we’ve been over this.. You can’t wear the suit..” He mumbled again, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“Dork.” You muttered, laying back down next to him and drifting back off to sleep.

After that night you never did tell Peter he was sleep talking, you decided to have a secret of your own, something you could hold over him if ever need be.

However, ever since that day you found out his true identity you two got closer.

You started to hangout more and more over the weeks passing, Ned even mentioned to Peter how close you two were getting.

Peter brushed it off, not believing him, but he would be lying if Ned didn’t get into his head a bit.

That week was a lot of mind games for Peter, every time he saw you Ned got into his head, making him see a different side of you.

A side that he secretly loved about you.

The way you’d call him a dork, or how you’d hit his shoulder if he’d made you mad, even when you laughed and your nose did a cute little crinkle that Peter loved.

Everything was making him feel different, and it scared him.

So, Peter decided he was going to test his true feelings out one night. 

Peter had invited you over to do a study session one night for your Biology exam.

Peter figured he had enough time to shower before you arrived, but that quickly changed when he felt someone in the need of saving.

He didn’t have much time, so he slipped on his suit and was out the window in seconds.

Two crowns and a gold cup,

And they’re coming for the throne, love.

Aunt may had let you in, you made your way to Peter’s room, your textbook in your hand, all ready to go.

You knocked on the door, only to hear Peter swearing.

“Of all the times I put a lock on this damn window.” He muttered, trying to squeeze through the tight space.

“Well look what the spider brought in.” You smirked, making him roll his eyes at you.

“Y/N, help me I’m stuck, please.” He begged, making you smile.

“Of course, but first I need to ask you something.” You grinned, making him groan in annoyance.

“Can’t you after you get me out of this window?” He muttered, making you laugh quietly.

“No way, because then you won’t answer my question.” You crossed your arms, making him motion for you to continue.

“The night that I stayed over here, I woke up during the middle of the night to find out you said my name in your sleep.” You raised your eyebrow at him, his cheeks instantly becoming flushed.

“I think you misheard things Y/N.” He tried to blow it off, but that only made you laugh more.

“No, I didn’t actually because I had to hear it for myself, and sure enough, it was my name.” You teased, making him groan in embarrassment.

“Okay, fine, maybe I did, maybe I didn’t, can you let me out now?” He glared at you playfully, making you smile and release him from the window.

“You’re mean you know that.” He teased, poking your side.

You swatted his hands away, making him laugh.

“I know, but you love it.” You smiled, walking around his room.

“I uh.. I was actually about to shower before you got here.. do you mind if I..” He motioned towards the bathroom, making your heart beat a bit faster.

“N-No, I mean, go ahead.” You smiled, biting your lip slightly.

He smiled, going into the bathroom while shutting the door.

You didn’t understand what was happening, you’ve never felt this way before.

They try to break inside the walls with,

These lies but I’m pulling up the draw bridge.

In that moment it was as if all your emotions flowed through you like water.

It was also that moment you decided to go get water, you needed to think.

You stood in the kitchen the entire time he was in the shower, your mind on warp speed.

You heard the shower shut off, which to you meant he was out of the shower.

You walked back to his room, opening the door, only to reveal a naked Peter.

You spit out water from shock and embarrassment.

“Y/N! Oh my god!” Peter exclaimed, grabbing clothes off his bed and quickly putting them on.

“Peter! What the hell! Why are you walking around naked?” You screeched, your cheeks red with embarrassment.

“I just got out of the shower! I didn’t exactly expect you to walk in on me like that!” He rambled, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, you saw all of him.

But at the same time you wouldn’t be lying if you didn’t admit that you checked him out.

Peter was attractive you weren’t going to lie, and now that you saw him fully naked you couldn’t get that image out of your head.

Peter quickly put on clothes, his cheeks still flushed red, he couldn’t believe that just happened to him.

You blinked rapidly, unsure of what to do, you hadn’t prepared yourself for that.

Hell, nobody could have prepared themselves for that.

You snapped out of your thoughts, hearing Peter speak up.

“Well, should we.. uh.. study?” Peter swallowed awkwardly, motioning towards the books on his bead.

“Yes. Yes that’s a good idea.” You nodded, giving a thumbs up, avoiding eye contact with him.

Peter slowly sat down on his bead, you nervously sitting beside him.

You two studied for what felt like hours, but turned out to actually be just a few minutes, this was driving Peter crazy, he had to do something, so he cleared his voice, grabbing your attention.

She looked back, said, baby this is your kingdom.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something, and I’m not sure how you’re going to react, but after everything today I’m not really sure of anything anymore.” He laughed slightly, looking at you.

You smiled, laughing with him, but motioned for him to continue.

“Over the past few weeks Ned brought something to my attention, and the more time we spent together the more I realized it was true.” He rambled, making you smile at how dorky he was.

“Basically what I’m trying to say is Y/N I really like you.” He blurted out, making your heart stop for a moment.

We rose this love from the dirt now.

You couldn’t believe it, Peter actually liked you back.

“I like you too Peter, I actually figured that out in your kitchen, not going to lie.” You laughed slightly embarrassed.

“Oh wow, before you walked in on me.” He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You playfully shoved him, muttering how much of a dork he was which only made him smile more.

After that night Peter and you were inseparable, Ned and Michelle said they ‘called it’ when you two officially got together.

This only made you all laugh, you were so lucky to have such uplifting friends and a wonderful boyfriend who was always there to protect you and love you.

It was moments like those that you realized you couldn’t imagine a life without him in it.

He was there for your darkest times and you were there for his, you two treated each other like royalty, everyone could see you two were the perfect couple.

And hell if there wasn’t one time you didn’t carry your throne around school, being the couple everyone was jealous of, you loved it, just like you loved Peter and he loved you.

You got nothing but my crown on.

Linger

Pairing: Calum x Reader

Word Count: 3,072

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Language

A/N: Holy shit, this song gets me. Based off Linger by The Cranberries. I got a little carried away. Hope you guys like it.

From the moment your best friend, basically brother, Ashton introduced you to Calum, you knew you were in for it. You, Ashton, and Calum were close soon after that, the three of you were inseparable. When you saw Calum with his first girlfriend, you realized that he didn’t feel the same for you, you cried yourself to sleep. Ashton of course knew, how could he not? The number of girls he started dating only grew from there, even worse when the band got picked up. They were touring almost all year and you could only sit there and read about Calum’s new girlfriend, to which you could only scoff at, because, your Calum, he’s the biggest playboy you know. He won’t settle down, not even for that beautiful girl in the picture and especially not for someone like you. He’s out there enjoying life, holding hands with model after model, it’s all over the magazines. You’re never the center of his attention and you suppose that’s what hurts the most, that you came on tour to visit for your birthday, upon his and Ashton’s request, and here you are, night of your birthday, at dinner with the boys, Ashton, Luke, Michael, Calum…and Calum’s date. You watched from across the table as he smiled at something she had said. Your heart continuing to break and fall. You scoffed at the sight, knowing that could never be you. You got me wrapped around your goddamn finger, you thought, eyes widening as you realized you said that out loud.

“What are you on about?” Calum laughs finally, finally, looking away from his date. You couldn’t control the hurt that spread across your face. He was still smiling, his date smirked, the boys sat wide-eyed as they watched you. And you? You were done.

“N-nothing, Cal. I um…I actually don’t feel well. I-I think I’ll just head back to the room.” You manage to say, standing up.

“You can’t leave, it’s your birthday. You’re the guest of honor.” Michael laughs, trying to lighten the mood.

“Sorry, guys, I just don’t feel good. You all stay, have fun. Thanks for the dinner, I was having a really good time” You lie. Luke and Michael give you doubtful looks, which you respond with a pleading one, your eyes gesturing toward Calum and his date. The boys expressions soften and you knew they were pitying you, normally you wouldn’t want that, but at this point you just don’t care. You push your chair in and grab your purse. Ashton standing abruptly ignoring the curious looks from everyone.

“I’ll come with you.” He offers and you were about to object when Calum scoffs.

“What? Are you two a thing now? Shagging behind our backs? That wasn’t very smooth, Ash, you should wait at least five minutes after she leaves before faking your sickness too.” Calum fires, his tone is one you know all too well. Jealousy. You almost stop in your tracks to question him, but you notice his date holding him closer. You internally scoff. Jealousy, you think again. He has no right to feel that way, or no reason to anyway. So you just mutter out a goodnight and walk out. You and Ashton walk back to the hotel in silence, which is broken when you get to your room.

“You ready to shag, Y/n.” Ashton tries to joke.

“I’m leaving.” You reply, your voice wavering.

Ashton stays quiet and you look up at him. His eyebrows are furrowed and his expression mirrors yours, hurt. “Leaving the tour?”

“No…well, yes, technically. I mean…” You pause, letting out a frustrated groan, “Yes, I’m leaving the tour, leaving this fucking city, leaving this country, leaving Calum.”

“But you love him.” He states.

“Yeah, well love is all rainbows and butterflies, except when the other person doesn’t feel the same. I can’t take it anymore, Ash, I can’t. It hurts too much.” You cry. “I need to go. I need time.”

Ashton nods, if it’s anything he doesn’t want, it’s for you to be unhappy. He sighs and grabs your suitcase from the floor before mumbling, “I’ll help you pack.”

You offer him a small smile as he starts neatly packing your t-shirts, but it quickly falls into the same frown as you realize what’s probably going through his head. “Ash, I’m not leaving you, you know that right?”

“I ‘dunno, Y/n. I do almost everything with Cal, I just thought—”

“Ashton, I was your best mate long before he ever came along.” You reassure him, wapping your arms tightly around him. “I would never stop talking to you, Ash.”

Ashton’s mood brightens noticeably and the two of you continue packing. You’re almost finished packing when there’s a sudden knock on the door. Ashton moves to answer it and you continue what you’re doing.

“Mate…” Ashton trails off. You look towards the door and Ashton has the door cracked only a little, hiding you from whoever was there. Your breath hitches when you hear Calum’s voice.

“How could you do this, Ash? You’re my best mate, you know how I feel—”

“First of all,” Ashton starts as he cuts him off, “Nothing like that is happening. Second, you brought a date to Y/n’s birthday dinner. I don’t know about you, but if I felt the way you did, I sure wouldn’t bring someone else to Y/n’s birthday dinner.”

“Just let me talk to her.” Calum tries, but Ashton only pulls the door tighter against his body.

“Look, mate, I really don’t think it’s a good idea. It’s best for the both of you if—”

Apparently, Calum caught Ashton off guard and pushed the door open. His eyebrows furrow as he looks back and forth between you and your suitcase. “What’s going on?”

You look at Ashton for help. He sighs and walks to stand between you and Calum. “She’s going home, Cal.”

“But you just got here.” Calum says. You look at Ashton and nod your head towards the door.

He nods before muttering something about calling you an Uber.

“I thought you wanted to spend your birthday in New York City?” He questions.

“No, Calum.” You sigh, “I wanted to spend my birthday with you.”

“I know, that’s why you came all the way here, that’s why we took you to dinner.” He says, as confused as ever.

“You don’t get it,” You laugh dryly. “I wanted to spend my birthday with you, I didn’t want to spend it with you and your date.”

“She has a name.” He defends.

“I don’t care about her name, or the girl you were with before her. I’ve stopped remembering their names years ago.” You reply bitterly.

“I still don’t understand why you’re leaving!” He responds, getting back on topic.

You groan at him, “God, Calum! You can be so stupid sometimes, do you know what it feels like to fly all the way over here to the US to see you, to be with you, and then have you treat me like I’m here all the time. Like me being here isn’t a big deal. It fucking hurts, that I can be visiting you for my birthday and you’re still off with another girl. If there’s one thing fame hasn’t changed, it’s that part of you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, offended.

You shake your head at him. “It means that you have always had a different girl on your arm every fucking day. You remember when you asked me to be your date to Mali’s wedding?”

“Of course I do.” He whispers.

“Do you remember during the reception? I asked you to dance with me and for some reason you said no. I wasn’t sad, or hurt, or angry, how could I be? You asked me to be your date, something I thought would never in a million years happen. The world could’ve ended right then and I’d have been happy, because I was with you.”

“Y/n, I—”

“No, I’m not done. Do you remember after you a while of us just sitting there watching everyone else dance, when you asked me to get us some drinks? Of course I said yes, I’d have done just about anything you asked me to. But when I came back, you weren’t there, at first my naive mind thought you were in the bathroom or with a family member, but no, soon enough I saw you. Do you know what I’m talking about now?” You ask.

Calum shakes his head no.

“Do you want to guess?”

Calum shakes his head again.

“You were on the dance floor, with El Bradley.” You say. Realization spreads across Calum’s face.

“Y/n, it wasn’t like that.” Calum tries.

“Of course it was, it always is!” You yell, throwing your hands up. “I thought the world of you, Calum! I thought of all people, you would never hurt me! I was so happy that night, but when I saw you dancing with her, I knew I would never stand a chance. You broke my heart! I heard you and Luke talking that night too, saying you needed to make her jealous. You asked me to be your date to make her jealous. You used me.”

“No, you’ve got it wrong, Y/n. Please, just listen—”

But you continue, as if he hadn’t said anything. “I’ve stood by you, Calum, even after that, because I kept holding onto the hope that one day you would want me the way I want you. Do you know how many nights I spent crying over you? I have been in love with you forever and…holy shit…I-I think— I think you know, but you keep stringing me along. You get with these girls, making it so abundantly clear that we will never happen and still just break my heart everyday. You know I’m such a fool for you.”

You don’t know what kind of reaction you’re expecting, but the look of utter confusion is not it. HIs breathing is labored as he tries to get a word in, but you won’t let him, not now. He has had so many chances to explain himself before.

“I am too in love with you that the jealousy I used to have, doesn’t even get to me anymore, but for some reason you disregard my feelings, you make the pain I get when I see you with someone else just…linger. And what’s even worse is I just sit here and I take it.”

Calum looks broken, lost, “Y/n—”

“Not anymore,” You cut him off again, packing the last of your things and zipping the suitcase, “I don’t want to hurt anymore, Calum.”

Calum’s face pales as he realizes this is actually happening, his voice cracks as he whispers, “Don’t leave. Don’t go.”

“How can you ask that of me? After all you’ve put me through.” You ask, rhetorically. You heave the suitcase off the bed and pull the handle up.

He stands there, his mouth opening and closing, like a fish. You try wiping away the tears that haven’t stopped sliding down your cheeks and shake your head, pushing past him. You pause as your open the door.

You barely look over your shoulder and swallow the giant lump in your throat, “Goodbye, Calum.”

You should have felt better, like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders, but you don’t. You felt like you just left your whole heart in that hotel room. Ashton, of course, is waiting for you by the elevators. Hugging you tightly as you cry into his chest.


The flight home was long, you slept through most of it. When you get home, you celebrate your birthday with your family, pretending your whole world isn’t crashing down on you. It’s dark outside when you manage to slip out of the house, the way you used to when Ashton would convince you to sneak out. Climbing down from your window on the second floor is much harder without Ashton there. Using your flashlight, you make your way through the dark to the ‘secret spot’ you and Ashton used to go to when you were about eight and his parents were fighting and he needed a friend. There’s a small opening between the dunes, a palm tree randomly in the middle of the sand where you sat and leaned your back against the trunk. You bring your knees up to your chest as the tears start forming again. You turn your flashlight off and sit there listening to the waves crash against the shore. How could you let yourself fall so deep?  You jump when you feel your phone buzzing, you look down at the screen seeing Ashton’s face.

“Hey, Ash.” You answer.

“Hey, you.” He responds softly. “You at our spot?”

“Yeah, why?” You ask, confused.

“Your parents noticed you weren’t home and were worried, so they called and asked if I knew where you would be.” He explains.

“Oh.” You say, closing your eyes and letting your head fall back against the tree.

“I’ll call them back and tell them you’re okay…or alive anyway.” He says.

“Will you call me after? I really need you.” You ask, letting more tears fall.

“Of course I will.” He replies before saying a quick ‘bye’ and hanging up to call your parents. He doesn’t, call back though, it’s been half an hour. Maybe something else came up with the band. You sigh as you stare out into the darkness. You don’t know how long you were sitting there before you heard the crunch of footsteps. Figuring Ashton told your parents were and they were coming to get you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. I just wanted to be alone for a bit.” You say, not looking away from the water. Your voice was hoarse from the crying.

They didn’t answer, instead placing a what looked to be a card on your shoulder. You managed to give a small smile as you gingerly take the card, turning your flashlight back on and opening the card. Your smile fades as you recognize the messy handwriting, and the date. You quickly turn and point the flashlight at the culprit.

“Calum? What the fuck are you doing here? You have concerts and interviews!” You begin, forgetting that you were angry with him.

“Y/n, read the card.” He mutters.

Your back straightens and you try to hand the card back to him as you remember why you’re here in the first place. “No.”

“Please read it, Y/n, or I’ll just read it to you.” He warns. You sigh, knowing it will be read either way. You breath heavily out your nose and open the card again.

“2012, (Your birthdate.)”

You pause as you look back up at him. “You do realize this is year 2017, right?”

Calum rolls his eyes, “Just read the damn card, Y/n, please.”

“Y/n,

I can’t tell you how many times I have rewrote this, just trying to find the right words. This has to be the seventh card. Anyway, I just wanted to wish you a very happy birthday. I hope today is the best day ever, because that’s the way it feels for me everyday. Everyday, I see you, or think of you, it just makes me smile because you are the best. You make me feel like no one ever has before. I love you, Y/n. I love you way more than a friend and certainly not in the way that Ashton loves you. Since the day Ash introduced us, I knew you were the one. I didn’t even try to fight it. There’s no denying that. I can’t and don’t want to remember what my life was like before I met you, because honestly, I don’t want to think of a life without you there. I may sound overdramatic, but I’m not me without you. I wanted you to know the way I feel and hopefully, if Ashton is telling the truth, you feel the same.

Anyways, the happiest of birthdays to you, Y/n, and many more to come.

Yours always,

Calum”

“Calum—” You whisper.

“No, it’s my turn to talk. I wrote that five years ago, Y/n, but I never gave it to you, because I was just…too scared. I didn’t want to lose you if you didn’t feel the same. Y/n I swear the last thing I want in this world is for you to be hurt and, God, it nearly tore me apart, knowing I was the one hurting you. At Mali’s wedding, Luke was questioning me dancing with El since he knew I was head over heals for you and I guess that’s when you heard I was trying to make her jealous, but the her I was talking about was you. I didn’t know how else to get you to be mine. I was young, and scared, and stupid.” He rants.

“That doesn’t explain why you still go out with different women all the time.” You counter.

“Because, I’m trying to distract myself! If I had told you and you didn’t feel the same it’d be awkward and weird between us and I’d have to move on, so I saved myself the trouble. I’m so, so sorry that I’ve hurt you, Y/n. If you hate me now I understand, but you had to know, I do want you the way you want me, this whole time.” He says, before whispering. “I love you, Y/n.”

You don’t know what to say, so you stand and look at him for a quick second before jumping towards him and wrapping your arms around him. His arms hold you tightly against his body.

“I’m sorry I’m such an idiot.’ He mumbles.

“You’ve always been an idiot.” You laugh as you pull away slightly, looking all over his face, your eyes landing on his lips. You lean in and he meets you halfway, soon, your lips are moving together so perfectly, so magically. Everything felt like it was meant to be, the sparks flying, butterflies fluttering like crazy in your stomach. You break the kiss when your lungs burn, needing oxygen. Your both panting as you rest your forehead against his. You and Calum finally together. Finally happy.

Harry Styles - Servant In Your House Imagine


[I changed it a little - she’s not a princess but still considered royalty, if that’s okay. This is an interesting and quite different one. It’s long and probably my favorite thing I have EVER written. haha. I just wanted to keep writing and didn’t want it to end.. I hope that you enjoy!!]

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won’t let go

request: can you do an imagine based on “say you won’t let go” by james arthur with monty?

warning: cursing
word count: 1,173
a/n: god, I just love this song so much and I’m happy with how this came out. Enjoy super sweet Monty! 💞

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anonymous asked:

Hello~ would it be alright if I requested an angsty nfsw? The RFA reacts to MC saying another RFA member's name other than theirs during the fricklefracklfricklity?

Hellooo, I’ll only really be doing their reactions for this, I’m not all too comfortable writing smut, sorry;;

Hope you’ll still like it ^^

In parts due to its length. Dunno when I’ll upload PART2 lolol

–R.I.

Request Killing: 11/30


Saying Another Member’s Name During… PART 1

Zen

  • The one thing he looks forward to the most during the nights you spent with him was the sound of his name leaving your lips
  • It was so sweet and intoxicating, he always wanted more. He wanted to hear you scream your love for him more.
  • One night, you were drinking together, after you’d challenged that you could outlast him. He had scoffed, knowing very well he could hold his liquour better than you.
  • Halfway through your competition, you were already drunk, and grew bored of the game—rather, you’d lost focus.
  • You hugged Zen’s arm as you stared up at him with wide eyes and pouty lips. “Zenny~ I don’t feel like playing anymore,” you whined, batting your eyelashes at him innocently
  • He caught on, hearing the playful tone in your voice. “Are you sure? That would mean I win this drinking contest, jagi,” he drawled, smirking. “You know that I means I deserve a prize, don’t you think so?”
  • You giggled, finding it funny in your drunken haze, and planted a sloppy kiss on his lips. “But I don’t wanna go home yet…”
  • “We can get a room here,” he reassured you, chuckling as he gently led you upstairs by the hand.
  • It wasn’t long before the two of you were all over each other, moans and gasps escaping your lips without pause. He was leaving a trail of kisses up the inside of your thigh when he suddenly heard you moaning loudly for him. He listened carefully with a smile as you continued,
  • “Oh, baby, please… mmn, touch me already, I-I need you, Jumin!!”
  • Zen’s eyes sprang open in shock. What?
  • You didn’t seem to notice he’d stopped for a second, and Zen tried to dismiss your earlier words, continuing to shower you with kisses. Maybe he had heard wrong.
  • Yes, he pretended not to have heard it the first time, and ignored the fact that you never said his own name throughout the rest of the night. But it would weigh on his mind for the span of the next 3 months he continued to date you, and eventually he couldn’t hold it in anymore.
  • He’d suddenly say it out loud during a movie marathon together: “Let’s break up.” When you stare at him in surprise, he repeated the words, as if to confirm the end of the relationship for the two of you. “Let’s break up, MC.”
  • He’d get up from the couch, throw on a jacket and head for the door, letting you watch him. “I’ll stay at a friend’s for the week. Please move out by then. I’m sorry.”
  • He’d leave without an explanation. He never wanted to blame you. Had this been about anything else, he would’ve talked to you about it instead. But he had always been insecure about himself, and he didn’t want to hear you confirm if you really loved someone else. He wouldn’t have been able to take it if you loved the man he called his polar opposite, someone who was born with everything. It would only hurt.
  • Although the fact that you had been silent the entire time he was leaving hurt more than enough.

Jaehee

  • She had come over to your place when you called her, feigning sickness. When she arrived, worried about your health, you surprised her by wearing a sexy set of lingerie.
  • Jaehee reacted positively, taking you into her arms and slowly moving towards the bedroom in the midst of hot kisses.
  • But she froze when she recognized the name you called was not her own. And you didn’t even seem to realize it.
  • “Mmn… Saeran,” you sighed quietly, loving the feeling of the hands on your body. But they left, and your eyes snapped open in confusion.
  • “It’s because I’m not a man, isn’t it,” Jaehee murmured softly, realization reflected in her eyes. “You should’ve just told me sooner… I would’ve understood. Then you wouldn’t have had to waste all those months with me. You could’ve talked to me, MC… You don’t trust me?”
  • It was then that you realized your mistake. You opened your mouth, trying to explain.
  • But she cut you off before you could speak. “I wouldn’t have minded just being a best friend to you. I know not everyone is comfortable dating the same gender. I don’t blame you for it. And well, Saeran is pretty hot… I wouldn’t have minded listening to you ramble about him, and I would’ve fully supported your relationship with him.”
  • Dread filled your heart as you held your breath in anticipation of her next words.
  • Jaehee turned to face you properly, tears in her eyes. “There are so many things I would’ve done instead if you would’ve just talked to me, MC. But no, I just had to find out the truth while we were supposed to be having a romantic moment instead. My god, MC, I’ve given all of myself to someone who was never able to love me in the first place, just because I’m not a man.
  • You didn’t know what to say. So you didn’t.
  • You just let her leave, until she’d walked out of your sight the way she had come only hours ago.

Yoosung

  • He was crying. You had only walked into the living room to find him in tears.
  • “What’s wrong, baby?” you asked softly.
  • He raised his head from his arms briefly, directing a tear-filled glare in your direction. In truth, you knew exactly what he was crying about. You were only pretending not to know. But every detail of last night was clear in your mind.
  • “Zenny,” you moaned, your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. Yoosung’s ears perked up at the sound, picking up the fact that it wasn’t his name.
  • He had suddenly let go of you, his movements slower and less intimate. After the two of you had finished for the night, he turned to his own side of the bed instead of cuddling like you normally did, and he didn’t say anything to you.
  • “Yoosungie~?” you questioned him, pouting on purpose. Your voice was sickeningly sweet to his ears, and he wanted nothing more than for you to shut up.
  • He closed his eyes, trying to dismiss the jealous thoughts whirling in his mind. You had clearly said ‘Zenny.’
  • ‘Even though she said she loves me?’ he thought. ‘I know we’re not dating, but she told me that she’d wait until I was ready for a relationship… Why is she moaning another man’s name during OUR time together, then? And Zen, of all people. Does she even really love me?’
  • He fell asleep to those thoughts, and he tried to avoid talking about it with you for the next day as much as possible, but it got to the point that he couldn’t take it anymore, leading you to the situation now.
  • Yoosung looked at you with pained eyes. “I know I’m not as handsome as Zen, and I don’t have his height, his muscles, his fame, or his acting skills,” he began. “But I really believed you when you told me you loved me and that you’d wait for me. I believed you when you said you were attracted to me even though I’m a crybaby, immature and unreliable… And yet, you’re calling the name of someone who’s the exact opposite of me.”
  • You let him finish speaking before you revealed it: “I did it on purpose.”
  • When he looked at you in confusion, you repeated yourself, “I don’t love Zen. But I said his name last night on purpose.”
  • “…Why?” he asked, eyebrows knitted together as he only grew more confused by the minute.
  • “To put it simply, revenge. You broke my heart, so I broke yours. Well, I don’t even know if you even care about me enough to be hurt by what I did. After all, I’m not the one who’s been unfaithful, Yoosung,” you murmured lowly, a flash of resent in your eyes. “You probably don’t remember but, on our first night together, after we finished, it wasn’t my name you said as you fell asleep.”
  • His face grew pale as he dreaded your next words.
  • “It was Rika’s.”

“You’re such a bad influence but I love it.” + Peter Parker.

note: i haven’t written smth in a while and i wanna start writing again so please, please, PLEASE send in requests for any marvel character! (don’t do smut so don’t bother lmao)

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Chocobros: Using Them

Noctis: After Noctis had found out that you had been using him for money due to his position as prince, he would feel disgusted. Disgusted with you for doing such a terrible thing to him, but also disgusted with himself for not seeing the obvious signs. Noctis would feel terrible, it was already incredibly difficult to get him out of his shell. He put so much trust you and it turned out that you didn’t even love him for who he actually was, as another human being, not a prince. It will take a very long time for Noctis to regain the confidence to start dating again, let alone befriend anyone outside of his small circle. 

Originally posted by iures

Prompto: Prompto’s self esteem would plummet. Though Prompto has been more comfortable opening himself up to strangers, and ultimately trusting them, this incident would cause him to close himself off again. You using him was the worst thing he’s ever felt in the entire world. In the back of his head, Prompto still would refuse to believe that you had been using him for information. He couldn’t get the good thoughts of his head, your smile, your laugh. Prompto would take months until he was finally emotionally strong enough to finally delete you from his mind. It would be a pain as he individually erased the photos from his camera, each photograph reminding him of how much he loved you…used to love you. 

Originally posted by lionheartchocobo

Ignis: Ignis was caught off guard after he found out that you had been using his position as the prince’s advisor to get information about Insomnia. As the calculated person that Ignis is, it was a surprise to you that he hadn’t caught onto your plan since your started dating. Thinking back, Ignis had realized that the moments he thought you were being clumsy or curious were all part of your plan. Ignis would be at a loss for words, truly. After all this time being with you, he had genuinely fallen in love with you. He was very close to actually telling you those words too, until he found out that you were a lie. It took some time for him to move on, but eventually he did. But, at times, Ignis finds himself hoping that at least one of the smiles you gave him was real. Though it never was. 

Originally posted by littletaro

Gladio: Anger immediately encompassed Gladio. All those nights that you had spent with him, in his arms, were all part of your plan and Gladio hated himself once he realized that. He hated himself for letting his guard down, for letting love weaken him. From that point on, Gladio had vowed to never let love weaken him again. This vow was for him to move on from your relationship, but also for his job. As Noct’s shield he couldn’t distract himself with something so meaningless as love, though deep inside he wanted to love someone again. However, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he could possibly be betrayed by someone he loved again. 

Originally posted by hidekihinata


A/N: THAT ANGST  ヾ(`ヘ´)ノ゙I’m trying to get back into writing and it’s so hard I haven’t done fic writing in agesssssss- I’ve done this prompt before on one of my other sideblogs that I haven’t really used at all lately and I REALLY wanted to do this for the chocobros so I hope u enjoy!!!!!! My poor boys :((((

Tagging: @promptoargentum-is-my-husband @poisonous-panda @ff15trashgoldenslumbers @blindbae @miss-scientia @itshaejinju @thechocohoes @ultimoogle @fortheloveofeos if u want me to not tag u just lemme know

Married to a Monster - One

Originally posted by jonginization

Paring: kaiXreader, minseokXreader

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: Angst&Fluff || husband!Jongin, best friend!Jongdae, best friend!Minseok

Summary: Being forced into a marriage with your first love/childhood best friend is messy - especially when he was the sole reason you attempted to kill yourself and the reason your body is riddled with scars. Old wounds were opened but you pushed yourself to figure things out, if not for yourself, then for your deceased sister whose death seemed to keep haunting you and Jongin.

Notes: This series will contain talk of suicide, self-harm, abuse, death and possibly more. Smut will be rated [M].


One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen [M] | Sixteen | Seventeen | Eighteen | Nineteen | Twenty | Twenty-One | Twenty-Two

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Endgame part 3 - Jughead x Reader

A/N: HERE IT IS LOVES I made it longer as a make up for it being so late xx  Part 1 Part 2  

Also this has some parts of the newest episode (Jug’s birthday) but not exactly like the episode, I don’t want Cheryl and V to have beef so I cut that out and made it that they just crash the party for the lols ;) don’t hate me xx

Warnings: Fighting, swearing, angst, drinking etc

Word count: 3687


You got home and set up the couches for Archie and Kevin, then you and V cried about your failed love lives.

Then there was a knock at the door


You were still quite drunk, so the knock made you do a double take, you turned and counted how many people were in the room, Archie, Kevin, Veronica, Me. Who else was there?

You stood up and stumbled towards the door, you opened it slowly, hoping it wouldn’t be Jughead or Betty, they would dare show their faces, would they?

You were greeted by Chuck Clayton, “Chuck?” you asked, never in your life did you expect Chuck to be on your front door, “What’re you-” before you could finish your sentence, you noticed Reggie sitting on the ground, head leant back against the wall.

“What happened to him?” you asked as you noticed the bruises on his face, the blood coming from his nose and mouth, and his hand all cut and bruised.

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Cosmic Child [pt 2] (? X Reader)

A/N: I’m glad that the first instalment had such a great response! Hopefully I’ll think about which batbro this story will revolve around, in the meantime, you guys can give me suggestions on who you want it to be! I’m mostly considering Dick or Jason :)

Gotham bustled with gossip after it was revealed that Bruce Wayne had adopted another child. Journalists went wild with their ridiculous headlines, lies that ruined your reputation in the human world instantly. However, you couldn’t be bothered, partially because you still couldn’t understand the rational behind humanity’s social norms.

You also didn’t know how news could spread so quickly. One moment you were sitting by the window, the men of the house discussing plans for you and the next moment, everyone knew your name. Well, it wasn’t your name but the name that Bruce Wayne had given you; (Y/N).

Sitting on your bed in the room that had been given to you, you tried to recall what life was like before you’d ended up on Earth. You couldn’t remember much, just bits of whatever sort of “life” you’d lived. Eventually, you’d managed to piece together quite a lot.

You remember being in the sky after a great conflict. You were once part of a great goddess, a woman so vain that she was casted into the sky for everyone to see. You were part of her, and thus became part of the constellation she had been transformed into. You were the largest star in the constellation of Cassiopeia; you had been for a long time. You watched as the galaxy evolved, planets changed and stars lived and died.

You were particularly interest in the planet of Earth. In such a short amount of time, so much had happened to the tiny planet. You witnessed great wars which left many dead in their wake, watched as people came together every once in a while to celebrate a happy occasion.

You led a peaceful existence until the fateful clash between Zeus and Asteria. The God and Titaness fought over something trivial, their fight caused hundreds of planets in other solar systems to tear apart. While they never managed to damage anything too near to Earth, the raw power that was expelled from their clashes tore you away from your place in the universe.

You could recall nothing between seeing a bright flash of light, the energy that pulled you out of the solar system, and landing on Earth. It was as if the tragedy had occured in a split second. Looking around the large, beautiful room the Wayne’s had given you, perhaps “tragedy” wasn’t the right word to describe what’d happened.

Though skeptical and wary at first, you could tell the boys were starting to warm up to your presence; the first to do so being the oldest. His name was Richard Grayson, or Dick, as he asked you to call him.

Out of all of the Wayne boys, he was the kindest. The first night you’d arrived, after their family meeting was over, he walked up to you and took the hot mug out of your hands.

“It’ll hurt if you keep holding it like that,” he said kindly, placing down elsewhere. “Do you have a name?”

You shook your head; were you supposed to have a name?

“How about… (Y/N)?” Dick suggested, anticipating your response.

“That sounds… nice,” you smiled widely at him. The name didn’t sound like anything special to you in particular but since it had been bestowed upon you, you would treasure it forever.

Although Dick Grayson seemed the happiest most of the time, you could tell his past held dark secrets. You never pried but still hoped that perhaps he would trust you enough to share his stories with you.

You soon established Dick Grayson as the lovely one.

The next brother who warmed up to you rather quickly was Timothy Drake, or rather Tim Drake.

You could tell from the way he spoke that he was one who valued intellect quite a lot. He also often smelled like coffee, a beverage you heard was very popular on Earth.

He was the one who introduced you to this planet’s technology. Within one day, he’d patiently educated you on most of the things you should’ve known to survive on this modernised planet.

He also gave you a phone, and very willingly spent a whole evening teaching you how to use it efficiently. When it came to setting your wallpaper, you asked to take a photo with him and used that. His face was flushed but happy in the picture, you loved it very much.

Tim Drake was eventually established in your heart as the sweet one.

The third brother who’d warmed up to you was Jason Todd. While he was unruly towards you during the first few days, he eventually became very kind and concerning.

He was the one who taught you about weapons. Something that Bruce Wayne wasn’t totally supportive of, you discovered. Jason Todd didn’t teach you how to use them but gave you simple instructions on what to do when you saw any one of them. You could remember him looking at you intensely in the eye and saying, “whatever you do, do not fight and protect yourself no matter what, got it?”

He was also the one who was the most interested in your knowledge of the universe. One night he had trouble sleeping and spotted you star watching, you were surprised when he decided to join you. That night, for the whole night, you told him stories of the Gods and the history behind some of the biggest constellations in the sky. You could tell, during that personal time spent with him, that he, too, had secrets deep in his heart. Secrets you knew he’d rather forget. But he was acting so strong and brave, you hoped to know more about him.

You found Jason Todd to be the brave one.

The last brother hadn’t accepted you just yet, even after one week of staying in their home. His name was Damian Wayne, the blood son of your new adoptive father.

For such a young child, you never expected him to act so adult-like. He was mature in many aspects but not all. He tried to avoid you as much as he could so you never had any chance to talk to him. You felt sad but decided that he would approach you when he was ready.

You simply saw him as the youngest one, the one you hoped would open up to you just a little, like the others had.

As you sat on your bed, in your night clothes, or rather, pyjamas, you reminisced about the one week you’d spent with this family. Every moment you were around them, you found yourself loving them more and more.

theclogmaster  asked:

Could I request the RFA+VandSaeran reacting to MC who doesn't let herself sit on her SO's lap, doesn't do cute piggy back rides, won't let her SO pick her up, won't lay on them or snuggle too close because she thinks she too heavy? Like she isn't abnormally big at all, she's just always been told she's too heavy so she's crazy self conscious.

Aww I sincerely hope that this hasn’t happened to you! Always remember that your weight doesn’t define you and I’m sure that you’re a fantastic person! Everyone should love themselves no matter what! Plus I know that the RFA members would love you no matter what you looked like! I really hope that you enjoy and don’t forget to stay awesome!! :) 


Yoosung

  • After another long day at his university classes, Yoosung wanted nothing more than to snuggle the night away with you
  • Yoosung came home to find you already laying comfortably down in bed
  • Without warning, Yoosung decided to join you and flopped himself down next to you and snuggled into you
  • But you immediately pushed him away leaving Yoosung very confused
  • “Why do you always push me away when I try and snuggle with you MC? Do you not like me or something?”
  • You have to explain to the poor boy that you’ve never really felt comfortable with your weight because of past comments from others and that you think you’re too heavy for snuggles
  • Yoosung eyes you up and down in disbelief because um what how the heck do you think that you’re heavy?
  • “MC, please don’t think that you’re heavy, you’re really not. I don’t want you thinking that you’re any less than perfect in my eyes.”
  • That finally caused you to realize that maybe Yoosung was right and maybe you weren’t as heavy as you thought
  • So that night Yoosung finally got to have his cuddle session with you as he kept telling you over and over again how perfect you are to him

Zen

  • Things were getting a little heated between you and Zen one evening
  • Zen had you pinned against the wall, kissing you passionately as his hands crawled to your waist
  • He was about to lift you up and carry you to the bedroom until you shouted in protest for him to stop
  • Zen sighed because you never let him carry you around and tonight, he was going to get answers
  • “Why don’t you ever let me carry you around like the princess you are MC? You know I’m your knight and I can handle it right?”
  • You sighed and decided to finally tell Zen that you didn’t want to be picked up by him since you think that you’re on the heavier side
  • Zen just kind of stares at you for a minute because how in the world do you think that you’re heavy?
  • He’s seen it in himself about not feeling confident in his looks when he was younger and he never wants you to feel that way
  • “MC, I hope you know that you’re really not heavy at all. I didn’t fall in love with you because of your weight, I fell in love with you because of your kind-heart and compassion for others. Please, never forget that.”
  • Leave it to Zen to use smooth words of love to make you cry
  • Zen smiled down at you and gently picked you up and for once, you didn’t protest
  • The rest of the night was spent with Zen taking about a hundred photos of you and telling you how one each one you looked absolutely stunning

Jaehee

  • Jaehee was coming home that day in an especially good mood
  • She had just received approval from the landlord that you and her could expand the cafe even larger
  • So Jaehee walked in the door, quickly taking off her shoes, and raced to find you to celebrate
  • You were in the kitchen, getting dinner ready, when Jaehee spotted you
  • Jaehee told you the good news to you and she picked you up and spun you around
  • That is, until you exclaimed for her to put you down, much to Jaehee’s confusion
  • “What is it MC? You never seem to like me touching you in certain ways, especially if I lift you up. Is it something that you want to talk about with me?”
  • You decided that it was finally time to tell Jaehee the truth, that you felt that you were way too heavy for her to pick up
  • Jaehee was puzzled by what you said, never in her life would she consider your body heavy so she smiled and reassured you
  • “Is that all MC? I hope you know that your body is fine to me, in fact, you’re probably in better shape than I am. You’re definitely not too heavy for me to pick up so please, don’t worry about it anymore okay?“
  • You smiled at Jaehee’s kind words as she finally told you the exciting news about the cafe
  • This time it was your turn to celebrate as Jaehee picked you up this time to properly celebrate with you, constantly assuring you that your body was perfect to her

Jumin

  • The stars must have been aligned in a certain way that day because Jumin was able to come home early from work
  • So it was understandable why you were more than a little surprised to see Jumin come home mid-afternoon
  • But he smirked at you, taking off his jacket and loosening his tie as he sat down on the couch beside you
  • Jumin had missed you dearly that day, so he leaned over to pull you onto his lap
  • The moment you realized what he was doing, you immediately told him in a stern, panicked voice to stop
  • Cue super confused Jumin
  • “Why don’t you ever let me hold you MC? Am I too inadequate to even have you sit on my lap? Is there something you need me to improve on?”
  • Not wanting him to be confused any longer, you explained to Jumin that you didn’t want to sit on his lap since you thought that you were way too heavy and would hurt him
  • Jumin was even more confused at this point, how could you possibly think that you’re heavy? So Jumin decided to correct you
  • “Please don’t take offense to this MC, but you’re crazy. Your body is the definition of perfection to me, don’t ever feel like you’re heavy around me because I think that you’re perfect just the way you are.”
  • Jumin noticed a couple of tears fall down your cheeks and he gently grabbed your arm and pulled you onto his lap to comfort you
  • He made sure to prove to you that you weren’t too heavy at all, that you would always be perfect in Jumin’s eyes

Seven

  • Seven finished up his coding for the day and noticed that it was still early in the day
  • He was extremely bored from working all day so he decided to mess around with you
  • Seven wondered around the house until he found you cooking some dinner
  • He smirked and sneakily grabbed you and put you on his back for a piggy back ride
  • You shouted in protest for him to put you down and realizing how upset you sounded, Seven out you down
  • “What’s wrong MC? You always seem like you don’t like me touching you certain ways or picking you up. Piggy back rides are fun and you should enjoy them!”
  • You explained to Seven that while piggy back rides were fun, you felt as though you were too heavy for them and you didn’t want to hurt Seven
  • Seven is extremely confused by what you said and has to make sure that he’s not hallucinating from working too much
  • He pokes your tummy and then lifts up his own shirt, revealing his slight protruding tummy
  • “Look MC, if anything I’m the one who’s heavier here. You’re definitely not heavy, in fact your weight is a lot better than mine! I don’t want you feeling like you’re heavy because you’re perfect to me!”
  • Leave it to Seven to always make you feel better whenever you’re down
  • Once he saw your smile, Seven smiled himself and positioned himself so you could hop on his back, which you did, as Seven ran around the house screaming how perfect you were, leaving a very annoyed Saeran in the other room

V

  • When you came home one day, V noticed how sad you looked
  • He asked you what was wrong, but you just brushed it off telling him that it was just a long day
  • But V knew better so he got up from his desk and went to go sit down beside you on the couch
  • V wanted to give you as much comfort as possible so he scooted himself closer to you and tried to carefully move you onto his lap
  • You immediately told him to stop, making V even more confused than before
  • “Please MC, you know that you can tell me anything. What’s bothering you? I want to help you out in any way that I can.”
  • At V’s kind words, you let the tears fall as you explained to him that you made a brief visit to your parents and they commented that you were even heavier than they last saw you
  • V tensed up, what did you mean that your parents said you were heavier before? V cradled you in his arms, giving you sweet words of love
  • “MC you aren’t and have never been heavy. I’m not quite sure what your parents are thinking but to me, your weight doesn’t matter. Please don’t ever think that you’re any less than perfect to me.”
  • He slowly slid you onto his lap and grabbed a nearby camera to show to some of his nature photos to help calm you down
  • You and V stayed this way for the rest of the night and eventually fell asleep on the couch with you having no more worries about your weight

Unknown

  • Saeran was feeling especially moody one day and needed some snuggles
  • He found you asleep on the couch, he huffed but gently moved you over a little so he could fit in
  • Just as he was about to fall asleep, Saeran was startled when he heard you exclaim for him to stop snuggling as you pushed him off the couch
  • Now even moodier, Saeran stood up and rubbed his back as he asked in an annoyed tone
  • “What the hell was that for MC? I just wanted some snuggles geez. You’re the one always telling me to try and get closer to other people.”
  • You apologized to him, looking truly sorry Saeran sighed and sat down next to you
  • Saeran deserved to know the truth so you explained to him that you weren’t comfortable snuggling with him since you use to get teased in school about being heavy and thought that you still were
  • With an eye roll, Saeran brought his arms around you and told you
  • “Those people are idiots MC. That’s all in the past anyway, I think that you’re weight is fine now. And when I want snuggles I’m going to get them damnit!”
  • Saeran pulled you down onto the couch with him as he buried his face into your neck, sighing in contentment
  • You asked him if he really meant what he said, with Saeran of course telling you yes
  • Saeran softly stroked your hair as he whispered to you how perfect your body is and how he would never change a thing about you

Oh, Baby - William Nylander #2

Originally posted by hockeyontrend

about/request: Could you do a Williams Nylander one where the team finds out he’s has a kid? Like maybe he didn’t tell them until you phone cuase something happen to your son?

warnings: fighting, some cursing, and talk about a baby and pregnancy all up in this

authors note: i hope this was easy to follow as it obviously is like two different places merging over a phone call, anyway i hope this was what you wanted!! 

word count: 1209

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Send Me An Angel (Yondu Udonta x Female Reader)

Summary: You’re part of Yondu’s crew and the two of you have been involded for a while now. Nothing serious but you want more. You’re in love with him but is certain he doesn’t feel the same. Yondu keeps pushing you away because of his past and who he is, thinking he doesn’t deserve you. But you are determined to show him otherwhise. 

A/N: Thank you @missmendelsohn for this wonderful idea and also for beta reading for me!

Warnings: Angst, Fluffy Smut, Nightmares, Self-Doubt. 


Every night was the same - shadows of the Kree Reapers slithering through the darkness of his dreams; soon his breathing increased rapidly and become gasps of breath. On awakening, despite the nightmare ending, a ghastly feeling of being watched by invisible eyes prolonged, leaving an uneasy feeling and Yondu felt paralyzed for minutes, staring into the abyss.

Every night you were woken by the screams next door and every night you wanted to run in there to hold Yondu in your arms, while whispering soothing words to calm his mind. But you never did, despite that his haunting screams cut through your heart and pained your soul. You never did because you knew that he didn’t feel the same as you. Too many times had he pushed you away upon showing him any kind of affection or asking too many intimate questions.

Tonight was different however. You heard his footsteps outside in the ship’s corridor after the screams ended and you frowned. This was highly unusual. You got out from underneath the sheets and opened the door to walk outside, only wearing a pair of loosely fitted pyjamas shorts and one of Quill’s old t-shirts he didn’t use anymore.

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