“You can feel in the streets that everyone is worried. We come from a very small town. The engine of our entire economy is a candy factory, and people are getting laid off. I don’t like my job. I package the candies and I have to stay indoors all day. When I was younger, I would think about quitting. My bags were always packed. But everything changes when you feel a small hand gripping your finger. Now I’m terrified of losing my job. Every morning we have a routine. Whenever I don’t feel like going to work, he says ‘come here,’ and he gives me a hug, and that changes me. He’s my battery charger.”
shy smiles whenever you look at him, there is nothing more precious than his shy smile.
he flexes his muscles at you, but you call him cute… he melts into a wonho shaped puddle on the floor.
the amount of bunny teddies that are around his room makes you wonder if he loves them more than you
you never ask for a jumper, he gives you them.
“I always make sure that I buy more than I need when it comes to jumpers, because I know you would steal them”
“but then they wont smell like you”
“Oh, I sleep in them when I buy them and then hide them for you to think that you found them”
He toys with your fingers when your sat together. Your legs over his lap with your body turned towards his. he’ll lace his fingers in yours and just play with them.
hes cringey cute.
“Baby? Have I told you how beautiful you are to me?”
“yeah, at least four or fi-”
“Six, six times”
he likes to work out, when he’s at home with you. But… Depends if you do or not, you’ll help him. either clinging to his back like a koala while he does push ups.
you take secret candid photos of him when he’s laughing. His laugh, a the way he laughs is like watching butterflies fly.
You save every single one of his selfies.
You sometimes read his fanfiction, while trying to keep a straight face but you can’t. it’s too much and he sits across from you with a werid look on his face.
It’s about to get NSFW:
he’s sweet, tentitve to you.
but, hot and passionate at the same time
surprise Saturdays, maybe freaky Fridays; you know, to keep it interesting.
he teases you, leaning into kiss you. slightly brushing his lips against yours, but pulls away to do something else
you love how dirty minded he can get when alone
You don’t keep pyjamas at his place, you just wear his clothes
he plays with your hair
he souts NEOYA around the flat because NEOYA
you love seeing his bed head on a morning, with his sleep puffy face.
whenever your near something with heights, you hold his hand and his grip is deathly.
He does cry easily, but to you, it’s sweet. He’s passionate with his emotions.
He talks with his emotions, he doesn’t hide them very well and this for you, is easier to be able to decipher him
WONHO AND SWEATER PAWS
he sings in the shower, but its off key
his singing is more sweet when hes bein cute, it’s soft and barely audible
he’s the type who will do anything you want, mainly because he want to do it too
you like seeing wonho after he practices or works out because he’s sweaty.
he texts you every night before he sleeps. Not the cringey type where he says “I love you baby” with a thousand heart emojis. It’ll be something endearing like, “ I love you, you little nerd” with one heart emoji or something
he’s protective, but not overly. He doesn’t mind if you rough house with boys but as soon as he hears you whine with a pain, he’s by your side in an instant babying you
he isn’t possessive, he gets a little jealous sometimes; but he trusts you.
random compliments for dayss
he does the heavy lifting after you have tried and struggled a few times, you know, before you admit defeat.
he phones his parents everyday, hour long conversations where you do weird stuff to make him laugh.
the man just always smells nice??? he could be sweating profusely and still smell like an angel that wiped their ass on cotton candy
hug from behind, his muscular arms enciricling you into a warm embrace.
after a long day, he would fall asleep on you. Head on your chest and his arms around your waist.
when just chilling together, he lays with his head on your lap.
you find it hilarious when he gets cocky or over confident
though his confidence does actually give you quite the heart-boner
instead of you being the one wanting to adopt, like, a thousand doggos (you do) but he’s the one that never stops talking about it.
you join in on his activities, you can do them so why not
when crossing the street, he subconsciously grabs your hand.
Summary: You’ve been eighteen years old for ten years when Jungkook first moves in. Pairing: Jungkook | Reader Genre: Fluff/Angst; Roommate/Soulmate AU (In which you stop aging when you turn 18 until you meet your soulmate) Word Count: 9,494
The next morning, you show up to work very early and very unannounced. Namjoon raises an eyebrow at your presence, having not expected you until later in the afternoon, but he must see a look in your eyes that you cannot figure out yourself, because he doesn’t speak about it. He simply lets you work, pretending as if the stress and anxiety isn’t threatening to eat you out alive as you shuffle back and forth across the floor.
You appreciate this, and are glad that Namjoon is selecting not to comment on your behavior, while it might be off-putting and slightly abnormal, it helps you stay distracted. In truth, leaving early for work had been a very conscious decision on your part, since it wasn’t necessarily putting a damper on your sleep schedule—you had only managed about an hour of proper before spending the rest of the evening just shifting about in your bed or pacing around the room.
Jungkook had still been sleeping around the 7:00 hour, which was perfectly fine with you. The conversation from the previous night plagues your mind if you let yourself stand still for too long, and you worry that if you were to look the boy in the eye right now while the feelings are still fresh, he would figure out what was on your mind immediately. You try to convince yourself that Jungkook doesn’t remember the conversation, that those things have just turned into faded and blurry specs in his memory, which helps in your distraction. It helps lessen your apprehension. With the potential of Jungkook pulling up a blank on his conversation with you, it leaves you believing that the simple factor of time was what you needed. It would give Jungkook the space to sleep off his hangover, as it would give you the space to sort through your own emotions and to train yourself into pretending that last night simply had not happened.
According to Hoseok, it’s not a very good plan. And he’s right. Your plans usually always have a way of coming back to bite you back on the ass. But you’re stubborn and afraid; the combination more than enough to control you into believing that this would be the best response to the situation.
BTS Most to Least Likely to Date a Chubby/Curvy Girl
bts mtl to date a chubby girl? like a not chubby but like curvy ? thank you !
I totally see Jin as the guy who would date a curvy girl in an instant. I actually believe I read something somewhere that stated he was into curvier/chubbier girls! I think he would be naturally drawn to curvier girls and would enjoy cooking with/for her!
I believe that Yoongi would date girls with all different sorts of body types - he’s a man of variation. I don’t doubt he would be into a girl with killer curves!
To me, Tae gives off the vibe that he would want to date someone super cuddly and squishy, and if she was curvy, that would just add onto his attraction to her.
This boy would totally be into curvy/chubby girls
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) and he’d love hugging her and running his fingers up and down her sides(in an innocent way pLS). I have a feeling he would also just admire her, no matter how her body looked, she’d always be beautiful in his eyes
I feel like Hoseok would love a girl with curves and/or was chubby. I totally think he would find her adorable and would love giving her piggy back rides if she ever felt insecure about herself and he’d think she would be the cutest thing ever~
Little Jungkookie wouldn’t mind his girlfriend’s weight, whether she was chubby or not, etc - as long as she has nice legs
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Jiminie seems like he would prefer a girl who is very active like him and honestly, he seems a tad bit strict on his ideal type’s height and weight, which makes me put him last bc he gives off the vibe that he really likes girls who are smaller than him in general. But that doesn’t make me doubt that he would date a curvy girl! I think he would really just like someone who could physically keep up with him and has a lot of energy.
A/N: This is for @impalaimagining’s 2k celebration challenge!!! My word that I picked was ‘Crazed’…I hope that all of you enjoy this! Feedback is greatly appreciated!! :D (*Unbeta’d so any and all mistakes are mine! aka it might be total shit lol)
Dean never thought you’d ever go behind his back like you had a few nights ago. Here he was sitting in a chair, in the mental hospital, in the same room Sam was occupying but now it housed you instead. Dean watched as you sat on the bed, picking up imaginary flowers around you and then proceeded to hand them over to him. Cas told him that you would and have been reacting differently than Sam had. You still see Lucifer here and there, he bothers you at night and whispers lies in your ear. Other than that, it’s almost like your mind is this innocent psychotic child.
Summary: During your staying in your grandmother’s house you meet Jimin and discover the night life that’s beyond the calm appearence of the town.
“Don’t worry about her, she is safe with me. Now
go before you’re late!” Your grandma shouted from the front porch.
You could see your father face by his the reflexion on
the car’s mirror. He tryed to look not affected, all tough and unbothered, but
you knew best. The minute he would drive off and pass the town’s sign, he would
burst into tear and start sobbing like there was no tomorrow.
It wasn’t just him who felt uneasy about this whole
situation, you did too. Since your mother left you two alone, without any
previous warning, that your dad had never went back to being how he was when
she was still present. Now, he was always too focused on work, to the point
where you would have to force him out of his office to eat or to just lay on a
bed and close his eyes for a few seconds . But you didn’t judge him, though,
you knew that that was the way he used to cope with the pain he felt.
It was your grandmother who convinced you to come and
stay with her for a while, saying it would be for her since you two could spent
more time together, and, at the same time, it would make your dad a bit more
independent for when your classes at the university finally start. It sounded
good to you, a nice way to clear your head from all the stress that you felt
with your whole dad situation and exams, so you took her offer.
“He will be okay, he is stronger that you think
he is, Y/N.” She said, caressing your arm and leading you inside, towards
Her house had a very nice aura to it, very cosy and
bright, filled with all types of flowers everywhere. Since you grandmother
loved gardening, having plants around her house and become a must.
“So, now that I get the chance to get you all to
myself, how do you feel about us baking some cookies? The chocolate chips ones?
Your favourite?” She asked and your stomach growled in response.
“Sounds good to me.” You laughed.
You turned on the television, to have some background
noise, since it helped you to not overthink this whole situation and to not
wonder way to far on your thoughts. Usually when you overthink things it would
only got worse, for you that is.
Everything is going to be fine. It has to.
“Honey” Your grandma called from the
kitchen, while holding up some tools and ingredients “I realized that we
are missing the chocolate bits. Could you go to Mr.Crumberry’s shop and get me
some of them? There are some coins on the table if you don’t have enough
“Sure thing, it’s still the last shop on the
left, right?” You asked, getting up from your spot on the couch and taking
the coins with you. She hummed in response as you kissed her cheek and promised
to come back quickly, closing the door behind you, carefully, to not make much
Outside was a bit windy and not many people could be
seen. The town wasn’t very big itself but, it had a lot of people around your
age and a bit older too. You weren’t familiar with any of them, though, since
you barely came here.
In general, you never had many friends due to the fact
that you always were busy with university or taking care of your dad, by making
sure that he was taking good care of himself, which left not much time to hang
out with other people. The only person that you still found the time to be
around was Taehyung, a guy who you had met a few years ago and apparently lived
right down the street from you. You two had become friends in a strange manner,
mainly because he never stopped bugging you, appearing always by your side
during lunch time, making rather random visits in your house and bringing you
the latest movies for the both of you to see them together. So, you decided,
“if you can’t beat him, join him”.
From the minute that you introduced him to your dad,
they became great friends as they both shared a passion of finding new animal
species. Not the wisest decision you’ve ever made. Let’s just say that you came
home one day to find a bunch of different hamsters on your couch.
You were so absorbed in your thoughts from your
hometown that you didn’t even notice the small salience on the side walk, which
caused you to trip. You closed your eyes, prepared to collide to the ground,
but meting a softer surface instead. Someone’s chest.
“Hey there, careful” A raspy voice said. The
person had his hands around your arms, securing you against him. He smelled
like mint and cigarettes, and a small pinch of cinnamon.
“I’m so sorry.” You apologized, stepping
back. You started to blush when you realized he still had his hands around you,
and even with the small space between you two, you could still feel your heart
pounding against your chest. “Are you okay?”
“I should be the one asking you that.” He
said, laughing. The first thing you noticed about him was his orange hair. It
was an unusual thing to see, very strange, yet he still managed to be one of
the most handsome guys you have ever seen. You met his eyes, only to notice
that he was already looking at you, giving you one of those smiles that were so
bright that made the sun’s light look like absolutely nothing when compared to it.
“I’m Jimin, by the way. Park Jimin.” He
added, noticing that you hadn’t responded.
“I’m Y/N.” You shook your head and smiled,
trying to distract yourself to not stare at him.
“Well, Y/N, you are not from around here, are
you?” He asked, cocking his head to the side, examining your features.
“No, actually I’m not. I’m staying here for some
time, at my grandma’s. And I know that I said it before but I’m really sorry
that I bumped into you. I had to go to Mr.Crumberry’s shop to find some
chocolate bits for my grandma but I got distracted and- ” You rambled. He
tucked the hair behind your ear and you stepped back, surprised, only to
stumble on that same piece of the sidewalk. Great. Just great. There was no way
you were ever going to get out of the house with these pair of shoes again.
“Seeing that you are always falling, do you need
company to make sure you get to your grandma’s house intact? I would hate
myself if you fell again and I wasn’t there to catch you” He said, winking
“Are you trying to seduce me? Because that isn’t
“Are you sure? Because I swear that when I do
this” He took a step closer to you and lowered himself, whispering into
your ear “I can hear your heart starting to race.”
You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t deny the fact
that what he was saying was true. You just had this feeling that he was one of
these cocky people and that only admitting that to him would only make his ego
He laughed at your reaction and brushed his hand
through his orange hair. You looked at the watch that you had on your wrist and
realized that it had passed more time that it seemed, and that your grandma may
get anxious if you don’t get home quickly. After all, the shop wasn’t far away
from her house.
You started walking towards the store and noticed that
he was still right beside you.
“So, Y/N, tell me about yourself.” He said
after a while of you two walking side by side.
“What about me?” You asked.
“I want to get to know you.” He said after
taking a deep breath. That question made you nervous, mainly because no one ever
asked you that, because no one ever cared that much.
“You do? I’m warning you I am a pretty boring
person with a very boring life. There is nothing interesting about me.”
You say as the both of you get inside the store. You greet the old bald man that
is on the other side of the counter while Jimin just waves at him and sends him
a small smile.
The store isn’t very big, so you won’t take long to
find what you want. The last time you had been here was years ago, and knowing
that everything was still on the same place comforted you.
“I don’t believe that. Let’s see, for example…
What’s your favourite colour?” He asked adjusting one of his many rings
that he had on his hand.
“I don’t have one.” You answered, shrugging.
“What? What do you mean you don’t have a
favourite colour? Everybody has got a favourite colour. That’s like the basic
requirement for being a human being.”
“Basic requirement?” You laughed, picking up
a package of chocolate bits from one of the shelves. “It’s just a colour”
“Just a colour? Whoa. You just hurt me, I hope
you know that.” He faked a hurt look and stepped back dramatically while
you walked to the counter. You handed your grandma’s coins to the man and said
goodbye, politely. Through the window you could see that the sun was starting
to go down, a very pretty view actually, but you don’t have the time to enjoy
it as you have to get home as quickly as possible.
The cold air hits your face when you get out of the
store and you shiver, closing your jacket a bit more. Jimin, however didn’t
seem very bothered by the cold, as he continued to walk normally and talking to
you, gesticulating theatrically over the fact that you didn’t have a favourite
“I still can’t believe you don’t have one.”
He said, shaking his head in disappointment. He seemed to think hard for a bit
and then snapped his fingers like he just had the most brilliant idea ever "You know what? You just gave me a
“I, what?” You stopped walking, giving him a
“You just gave me a mission. From now until the
day you leave, I have the mission to make you have a favourite colour.” He
said. Jimin sounded determined and you got the feeling that he was one of those
people that always got what they wanted, so you didn’t object.
You may not admit it to anyone, and not even yourself,
but you liked talking to him and you looked to know that he cared about you,
even if it all was because of a stupid colour. He was very carefree and
completely different from the people that you had met so far in your life, like
a breeze of fresh air.
You two continued to talk during the rest of the way
to your grandmother’s house. He would, occasionally, try a pick of line on you
but you would always dodge him of, which resulted in him laughing at your
reactions. You would, however, blush at his words every now and then, and he
must have noticed that because he started joking with you.
“Ha, Y/N, are you blushing?” He said, pinching your
cheeks with his fingers.
“What? No, I’m not” You lied, moving faster away from
him. “It’s hot, that’s all. Are you really following me all the way home?”
“Of course. You know, my mother always told me to
follow my dreams” You rolled your eyes at his corniness.
There could be seen a few people walking around the
town and some others sitting on their balcony talking to one another. They
seemed so close with each other, the complete opposite to your life in the
city, where they wouldn’t even stop to great you.
When you saw the house a few meters away from where
you were you couldn’t help but to feel a bit sad that this was all over so
quickly. You stopped in front of the gate and pointed at the house.
“This is it.” You said.
Even though the town is small you couldn’t help but to
be afraid that you may never see him again. You didn’t quite knew why you felt
that why, you just did.
How did you get so attached to him in just a few
“I know your grandma!” He suddenly realised “She
is a really cool lady. I remember she gave me some of her cookies. Wait… That
was for what the chocolate bit were needed?” He asked, his eyes glinting.
You nodded in response, laughing.
He sure has heck seemed to really enjoy those cookies.
There was a bit of a silence for a while, while you
two standed in front of the gate. He kept fiddling his fingers, like a nervous
habit it seemed, while you played with the package that was in between your
“Well, looks like I have to go. It was nice
seeing you, Jimin” You said goodbye to him, walking up the little garden
that your grandmother had in front of her house.
“Hey” He shouted, like he had just remembered
something “Tonight I’m doing something and I really wanted you to come and
see. And maybe… you could bring some of those cookies with you?”
“So, basically you just want me to take you the
cookies?” You laughed.
“How did you know? I’m I that obvious?” He
joked. “But no, I really want you to go. Do you know where the bridge
is?” You nodded. “Well, meet me there around ten thirty. You will
have a lot of fun, I promise.”
“Okay, I will see if I can go.” You waved at
him from the front porch as he walked way, backwards while smiling at you.
“Ten thirty, don’t forget!” He yelled. You
stayed there, still, watching him walking away.
You cleaned your feet on the red carpet and open the
door, only to find your grandma sitting on the couch watching “The Price
Is Right” and swearing at the people on the television.
“How can they not know that it costs 9.75? Are
you dumb? Boy, when I go to church I will pray for you” She mumbled to
The moment she noticed you standing behind her,
holding the package in between your hands, she turned the television off and
run to you, hugging and pacing you back and forth.
“God, you are finally here. I was so worried,
what took you so long?” She questioned you, worried.
“Nothing I just found someone on the way and lost
track of time. Now that I’m here, how about we do those cookies you were
talking about? I’m so hungry” You said, and your stomach growled.
“Someone, huh?” She winked, picking up the
package of the chocolate bits that I had brought from the kitchen counter.
“Who is the lucky man?”
“Grandma… It’s nothing like that. We are just
friends, if you could even call it that. I just met him today.” You picked
up the tray and greased it with butter so that the cookies wouldn’t stick.
“If you say so… But who is he?” She asked,
excitement evident in her voice.
“Oh, Jimin!” She said. Her reaction was the
same of when someone mentioned Elvis Presley or Bob Dylan, he must be very
important to her. “He is a very unique guy, isn’t he?”
“Indeed. He was very surprised that I didn’t have
a favourite colour. He said he it was his mission to make me have one or
something.” You laughed. He sure as heck was different “How do you
“Hum… Your grandfather and him where very close.
When he… passed away…” She stopped and you continued to knead the dough.
Talking about your grandfather was a very touchy subject for her, and if Jimin
was as close to him as she said he was, he definatly was someone special.
“He visited me every two days to check on how I was doing and of course,
to ask me if whenever I would bake again I could give him some of my pastries. But,
why did you ask me about him?”
“He… he invited me to meet him by the bridge
tonight, he said he wanted to show me something. And I wanted to know if he was
trustworthy or not. And since you said you knew him…” You rambled. You
opened the first cabined and took out the stars shaped object to cut the dough.
You felt a bit uneasy when talking about this to her,
since you came here to spend some time with her and not other people. And much
less to have a romantic interest.
If Taehyung was here right now, he would make fun of
you. Who would say that the same girl that refused to accept to have a friend
was now thinking about romantic interests with someone?
“You have a date?” She asked, happily.
“It’s not a date.”
“Yes, yes it is. My granddaughter has a date! You
are growing up so fast” She sobbed into your shoulder.
“Grandma, I’m in college already. I’m not a kid
anymore.” You laughed.
“I know, I know. There is no need in reminding me
of that. Now go take a shower! By the time you are done the dinner must be
ready. Now, go! Don’t you have somewhere to be?” She shushed you out of the
kitchen with her oven glove.
“Alright, alright.” You responded. You
climbed up the stairs and went to the bathroom to turn the hot water on.
Getting rid of your clothes you hop in and close the curtain.
You take your time washing your hair and body,
thinking about if you should actually go and meet Jimin by the bridge. You
wanted to, that was true, but you still had your doubts. However, those had
nothing to do with him, you were just afraid of getting too attached, since the
last time you did so your mother had left.
Your grandma was right, you though while you took the shampoo
out of your hair, he sure was unique.
You mean, who the heck would make a mission to make someone choose a favourite
colour? But you liked that about him, it made him stand out, it made him
different from the others.
You turned the water shower off and wrapped one towel
around your body and another one around your hair. You stepped carefully out of
the shower, to the carpet and took out one comb from one of the low cabins and brushed
your hair, wrapping the towel more closely to your body in fear of it falling
off while you stretched your arms.
Getting to your bedroom, you change your clothes and
blow dry your hair. You see you phone standing on your bed and click on it,
seeing that you have three missed calls from your dad. Not a good sign.
“Dad? Is everything alright?” You say into
the phone’s speaker. “Dad?”
“Y/N, sweetheart how are you?”
“Fine, how about you? Did you have dinner
already? Do I need to call Taehyung to bring you some food?” You said,
“Jesus, I’m fine. I had some leftovers that were
laying around in the fridge, don’t worry. Is everything okay with you? I called
you three times and you didn’t pick up any of them.” You could hear some
papers falling on the ground on the other side of the line, indicating that he
was in his office, working. Gosh, did that man ever stopped working?
“I was showering.” You take your phone away
from your ear and notice that there is already nine thirty p.m.. Your grandma
must have the dinner ready by now. “Hey, I got to go now, I’m going to eat
now. Take care of yourself, okay? If anything call Taehyung, you have his number
and he lives nearby.”
“Okay, okay. Don’t worry about me, go and have
your dinner. I will call you tomorrow, bye” He ended the call and you left
the bedroom, closing the door behind you.
You stepped down the stairs, with the dirty clothes
from before on your hands, to find a delicious smell on the air: you had almost
forgotten of how good your grandmother’s cooking was.
“There you are!” She said, picking the clothes
off your hands and throwing them at the laundry basket that was laying around
on her kitchen “Come and sit, you have somewhere to be in an hour, don’t
you?” You were already feeling sorry about telling her about it.
She mentions for you to seat in front of her, as she
bring the mashed potatoes to the table. She tries to ask you more questions
about Jimin when you start eating, and make some suggestions about him and you,
which you try to dodge every time. You tell her that you father called and she
could feel the worry in your voice, about him being so far away all by himself.
“Don’t worry, he is going to be alright. It may
not seem like it but he had become stronger since… you know.” She said.
“Yeah, I’m just scared for him, that he might do
something crazy and I’m not there to take care of him.”
“You are a good person Y/N, your father is really
proud of you. And so am I.” She smiled. You continued to eat in silence
after that touchy subject. You hated to talk about your mother or even think
She had run away with some painter when you were
twelve and your father had never fully recovered from that. The worst part wasn’t
that he had left without a warning, it was the fact that she didn’t even bother
to call you, to check up on you. You were her daughter after all.
As you took one last glass of water the clock strikes
ten p.m. and you grow more anxious. Your palms start to get a bit sweaty and
you pinkie finger starts to move nervously.
You help your grandmother with the dishes, a job that
she was very much unhappy for you to be doing, especially at a time like this,
but you needed to stop thinking about it and doing other things was what helped
you more. She put some music from her old radio on the background and the two
of you danced while cleaning up the table.
This was one of
the things that you liked the most about her, the fact that she could transform
one of the most simple tasks in the funniest thing ever. You sang and moved all
around while putting the glasses back on the cabinet.
“Crap.” You whispered. It was already ten
twenty five and there was no way that you were going to be there in time. You had
been so distracted by all the dancing and singing, that you forgot to check the
You ran up and down the stairs, putting your shoes on
and adjusting the clothes that you were wearing in hopes of trying to look a
bit more decent.
“Take some cookies to give to Jimin” Your
grandmother said, calmly, while you walked frantically from one side to the
other. She opened the door for you and extended you her hand that had a little
blue box filled in them filled with the chocolate chips cookies.
“Don’t worry I could never forget the
cookies.” You screamed as you run down the road.
You moved your feet as fast as you could, and secured
the blue box on your hand, with the fear of letting it fall. The wind was
blowing the air out of your face and you could feel your legs starting to
become sore. Your brain was screaming for you to stop but your legs just kept
going and going and going.
It took you some time to see the bridge since it was
being blinded by the huge amount of lights that were around it. It wasn’t
normal for that to happen, or at least that was not how you remembered it.
You walked to the parking lot that was by the bridge and
you came across tons of people around multiple cars that were parked in the
parking lot. They were talking cheerfully, some with bottles of booze in their hands
that they passed among them and some others smoking cigarettes. They were
standing all around the cars and by the theme of their conversation that you
could grasp they were talking about… races?
You turned your head from side to side, looking for
Jimin but you, unluckily, didn’t find him. You even asked some girls that were
standing together near the yellow car if they had seen him around here or
something but they had said that he hadn’t arrived yet. Some of them acted
strangely when you mentioned his name but you brushed it off, maybe they had
just reacted that way because you were new here, or even because of the way you
Unlike them you weren’t wearing shorts or jean, but a
very pretty floral dress. Which wasn’t your best decision, because if it would start
to get windy you would have to give a Marilyn Monroe vibe.
You walked away from the crowd of people and standed
alone against one of the lamps that illuminated the parking lot where you were,
hoping that Jimin would eventually show up.
“Y/N!” You heard a voice saying your name
and a pair of arms being wrapped around your waist. You jump slightly and you
hear him chuckle in your ear.
“You scared me” You say, stepping away from
him and putting a hand on your chest. Your heart was pounding against your
ribcage and you didn’t know if it was because he had scared you or because of
the way he had wrapped his arms around you.
Behind him were three guys that were laughing at both
of your reactions. One of them had green hair, the middle one was blonde and
the last one had brown hair. Their features were soft and they seemed to be nice
people, or at least that was what you were expecting them to be.
They standed a bit far off from you and Jimin and you
could help but to think if he had told them anything about you.
“I was afraid that you had changed you mind and
decided not to come.” He said, wrapping one arm around your shoulders. You
were walking in the cars direction and you felt a huge will of asking him about
why he had brought you here and especially, what was all of this, but you
didn’t. You had this feeling that he wasn’t going to tell you anyway, like he would
say something along the lines of “just wait, you will see”.
“And you felt sad?” You joked.
“Of course. If you didn’t come that meant that I
couldn’t have these amazing cookies that you grandmother baked” He said
while taking the little blue box out of your hands.
You suddenly thought about what she had said, that all
of this was supposed to be a date. A part of you wanted this to be one but the
other one didn’t, it was all a lot of mixed feelings and you were afraid that
the part that did, would win. You just weren’t ready to get hurt again.
“Why am I not surprised” You laughed. He
pulled you even more closed to him, with one hand still wrapped around your
shoulders, while the other took out a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket
and put one of them on his mouth.
“Smoking is bad for you, you know?” You
said, looking right into his eyes.
“Yeah, a lot of people have been telling me that.”
“And why do you keep doing it?” You asked.
“Because it’s an addiction. Or maybe because the right
person hasn’t asked me yet” You blushed at his words. You couldn’t help but to
think if this was about you.
“Could you just not smoke this one?”
“Why not?” He furred his eyebrows.
“Because each cigarette takes away eleven minutes
of your life.” You answered . However, the next thing that you said
completely surprised you. And him too, by the look on his face. “And that are
eleven minutes less that I can spend you”.
He stared at you for a long time, with an unreadable
face, when the corners of his mouth started to go up and he was smiling. He
smiled a lot when he was around you and you liked that.
He took the
cigarette out of his mouth and threw it on the ground, stepping on it.
“If you put that in that way, I guess that it’s
better if I get rid of the whole package then”. That made you smile, a
really widening smile, that ones that you almost never gave to people. Your
grandmother was right, he surely was someone special.
“My grandma said that you were very close with my
grandfather” You said after a while.
“Yes I was. Your grandfather was a man that knew
a lot of things. In fact, before he… hum… passed away, he taught me some of
them” He was talking at the same at that he was observing the people that
were chatting to their friends. He was watching them so closely, that it almost looked like he was
studying them. His orange hair was pushed back showing off his forehead and he
was wearing sunglasses that were laying around his neck, backwards, even though
it was night time and the sun had already gone down. His black leather jacket tighten
around his back and arms when he crossed them, making his muscles stand out
even more. And now, under the dim light that was upon us he was even more
“What type of things?” You asked, curiosity
taking the best of you.
“Well, you want to see them?” He said,
cocking his head to the side. You nodded in response. and He then started to
walk away from you and towards one of those cars, the black one.
“Namjoon!” He screamed, loudly, in the
middle of the crowd. “Remember that bet we made? How about we do that
now?” The people that were scattered around the parking lot started to
gather around Jimin, and a tall guy with brown hair appeared in the middle of
it, stepping in front of him.
You standed back, watching the whole scene, not
knowing what was going to happen next. However your feet started to move involuntary
into the middle of the crowd as well, where one of his friends, the green
haired one, joined you by your side.
Namjoon and Jimin both got inside their cars and
positioned then at the same level and distance to make sure none of them had an
advantage on the other. A girl walked into the middle of the road, and then
stopped in between the two cars, with a white flag between her hands that were
stretched above her head. Jimin and Namjoon adjusted the mirrors and turned on
the engines whose sounds were started to grow louder and louder.
Inside the car Jimin relaxed himself into the seat and
his eyes started to search for you in the crowd. When they met yours he winked
at you and then focused back on the road, making your heart skip a beat.
“Be careful” You whispered, even though you
knew that he couldn’t hear you. You didn’t even know who you were saying that
to, him or youself.
“I don’t know what is so different about
you” The green haired guy said over the loud cheers that the crowd was
giving and the tickling of the bottles against each other’s. “He talks
about you a lot, which isn’t normal for him. He normally doesn’t care about
girls. At least not anymore. But you… I can’t quite put a finger on it”
“What? How do you mean that I’m different?”
“You made him throw away a package of cigarettes.
We, who have been friends with him for years now, have tried to make him throw
away one cigarette. One. And we never got to do that. In twelve fucking
years.” He said. He had a cold expression, and his tone was a bit harsh,
but you could tell that it was only because he seemed to care a lot for him.
As you were about to respond the girl threw the white
flag down to the ground and they started to drive off as fast as they could.
The crowd screamed louder and louder as they distance themselves even more far
away from you.
It was calm for a few minutes, with none of the cars
in sight, nor the lights. But it didn’t took long as they both appeared riding
the cars into your direction, or even better, the headlights did.
They kept driving faster and faster towards the
winning post, side to side, making it impossible of knowing who was going to
win. However, on the last second Jimin was able to speed up even more and
passed Namjoon’s car, getting to the goal first.
went crazy, shouting and dancing everywhere, while Namjoon’s backed away,
ashamed of losing the bet.
You found yourself clapping, happily too, and cheering
“I swear that there was something wrong with the
engine” You heard Namjoon saying as he got out of the car.
“Don’t lie, man. We both know that it was completely
fine. Just accept that I won.” Jimin said, rolling his eyes and brushing
the hair off his forehead. “Oh, and don’t forget, cold water and no
soap” He added, grinning, while he threw Namjoon his car keys.
“Y/N!” You heard him shout from the middle
of the crowd.
“Here!” You said, swaying your arms around,
in hopes for him to see you.
He came running to you, dodging some people that were congratulating
him along the way and greeting another ones.
When he finally got next to you, he wrapped you in
between his arms and lifted you off the ground as you smiled into the crock of
“So, what did you thought about it?” He
asked, excited. His eyes were glinting and you could hear his heart beating
fast from the adrenaline that he had felt.
“You were amazing, I’m -”
“Jimin?” You got interrupted by a soft, a feminine
voice that belonged to a blond girl that was wearing a rather tight dark blue
dress “You did a very good job in there. Got to say that you have evolved
“Thank you, I like to think so too” He
However, what she did next was completely unpredictable.
She moved in between you and him and kissed his cheek. And you just stayed there,
as you felt a pain in your chest.
"When was the last time you let your heart decide?"
An 8th year drabble….
“When was the last time you let your heart decide?” Harry whispers.
He is so close that Draco can smell the treacle tart the other boy had for tea and see the finger prints on his glasses that Draco had put there only moments before when Harry had grabbed his robe and dragged him into the dark alcove at the end of the fourth floor corridor.
“Stop making excuses. I’m not talking about what you think anyone else wants. I’m talking about you.”
Draco looks down at Harry’s fingers resting on his forearm, can practically hear his heart beating out of his chest, and wonders how on earth Harry makes everything sound so simple when he knows it isn’t.
Draco thinks of the salacious articles about them in the Daily Prophet over the last few weeks and about the things he hears people whispering when they think he can’t hear…
“He’s not good enough for Harry.” “He must’ve used a love potion Harry would never forgive him.”
“Why would Harry want to be with him when he could have anyone.”
It makes his stomach churn; he knows he won’t ever be good enough for Harry in the eyes of the Wizarding World.
He’s shocked out of his thoughts by warm, calloused fingers tilting his chin up. He shudders at the memory of all the places those fingers were last night.
Harry is looking at him as if he is the only thing in the world that matters and in that moment Draco wants it so desperately to be true.
“They don’t matter. They never have. I don’t give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks. I want you, and nothing will change that.”
His words are fierce in their intensity and Draco can do nothing but believe him. This is Harry. His Harry. Brave, foolish, honest to a fault Harry.
“Yes well you always have been a bit of a heathen,” Draco mumbles, his throat tight with emotion.
“That’s why you love me,” Harry answers pressing their foreheads together as he entwines their fingers.
“Yes, Harry, Yes it is,” he answers, rewarded with a smile that makes every shred of doubt float away.
As Harry closes the small distance between them, finally kissing him as if his life depended on it he thinks that if Harry can have that much faith in him, he can have that my faith in them.
A/N: I am back bitches! I haven’t written in like months xD Anyway, I hope you like this, feedback is appreciated and don’t hesitate to drop in a request or talk to me anytime!
You could be overreacting but you did feel a little hurt. For the past three hours, you had been trying to catch Luke’s attention but your boyfriend was too busy paying attention to the friend from back home. You weren’t that girl who stopped her boyfriend from talking to every or any girl, let alone his old friend.
You understood that Luke wanted to spend time with Alice and you were completely fine with it. You just wished he wouldn’t ignore your existence like he was doing right now. Maybe he could include you in the conversation he was having or ask you to sit with him or hell, even a smile in your direction would suffice. But he didn’t do any of those. Instead he spent the entire party talking to the pretty girl with bright eyes from back home. Yes, you were quite satisfied with your looks but Alice, who looked impeccable without even trying made your self confidence go a notch lower.
You sighed, tearing your eyes away from the two old friends. The party was at full swing around you. The chattering of people blended into the loud, thumping music that vibrated through the apartment. Shaking your head, you silently scolded yourself for feeling this way. You’re not going to be that girl, Y/N.
But saying you weren’t jealous or hurt would be a lie. And what better way to numb your pain than downing the cheap beer in the red cups.
You weaved your way through the crowd, making your way to the kitchen to grab yourself a drink. Or some drinks.
You were through with five cups of the cheap alcohol and very tipsy when you saw a tipsier Michael approach you.
“Y/N!!” He drawled out your name, slinging an arm around you. “Come dance with us!”
You giggled as the weight of Michael’s hand made you spill a little of the alcohol in your sixth cup. “Mikey?’ You questioned seriously.
“Hmm?” His glazed eyes looked down on you.
“Is this… Is this a dance party?” You slurred your words.
Michael looked down at the floor thoughtfully, then nodded. “Yes Y/N, I think it is.”
You smiled widely, downed the alcohol and then raced to where people were already swaying to the beat. The alcohol was buzzing through your system and you felt alive and energetic. A little too energetic.
“DANCE PARTYYY!” You yelled and several other drunk people joined the hooting. And for the first time in the night as you moved to the rhythm, you had your mind off of Luke.
You didn’t know how long it had been since your impromptu “dance party” or how much more alcohol you had drank since but here you were, doing karaoke on top of a table. Your black heels were discarded off somewhere, your hair was a mess and sweat dripped from your forehead. “YOU’RE THE REASON THE ONLY REA-”
You were abruptly cut off when your microphone- the television remote- was snatched from your hands. You looked down at your boyfriend, his blue eyes a little annoyed.
“Y/N, what are you doing?”
“Luke, I’m having fun,” you whined. “Give me back my rem- my microphone.”
Luke swatted your hand that reached out to grab the remote and gently, but firmly, pulled you down the table. “No, Y/N, you’re making fool of yourself.”
You frowned. So now he cares. “No, Lucas, I’m having fun.” You yanked your arm out of his grip. “And these people actually pay attention to me, even though I’m not their girlfriend.”
“What are you-”
“DON’T STOP DOING WHAT YOU’RE DOING,” you cut him off which he reciprocated by putting his hand on your mouth.
“Let me spea-”
“EVERY TIME YOU MOVE TO THE BEAT IT GETS-”
“Y/N, stop!” Luke said, angrily. He grabbed your hand and lead you out of that room.
“Quite a classy one you got yourself there, Hemmings.” Alice said, still seated on the couch where the two were previously sitting.
That snarky remark set you off. ”Watch what you say, you bitch!” You spat out.
“Y/N!” Luke reprimanded.
You scoffed. “Oops, sorry! Not classy enough or you, I forgot.”
Luke glared at you to be quiet. He then turned to Alice,”Sorry, but we’ve got to get going. I’ll see you around.” He moved closer to wrap his arms around her and even went as far as to peck her on the cheek. You frowned and turned away, your heart hurting at the sight of him being so affectionate with someone who wasn’t you. Someone who he had been giving all the attention instead of you.
You waited by the door as Luke returned after saying his goodbyes, your heels in his hands. As soon as he reached you, you grabbed the black stilettos out of his hand and proceeded to walk out without him towards the car. You waited as he unlocked the car and stepped in, closing the door a little too loud.
The car ride was silent, tension thick in the air. Luke’s hand were clenched around the wheel, knuckles white while you chose to stare out the window at the passing cars. Instead of dropping you off at your own place, Luke chose to drive you to his own apartment. He wasn’t going to leave your drunk ass alone. So he wasn’t a complete douche.
“What is going on with you?” Luke asked as soon as you stepped inside. You dropped the heels by the door and Luke tossed the keys on the couch. “Why have you been acting so weird today?”
You turned to face him, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Why have I been acting weird? Why have you been acting weird the past few days?”
Luke scowled. “What are you on about?”
“Of course you don’t know,” you sighed and headed to get some water from the kitchen. Luke followed you.
“Don’t just walk out like that.”
“Well then you shouldn’t just ignore me like that,” you smiled sarcastically continuing to sip on the cold water you retrieved from the fridge.
Luke rolled his eyes,”Of course this is about you needing attention.”
You slammed the bottle on the kitchen counter. Your intoxicated brain heightened you emotions, making your eyes water.
“No, Luke, this is about you being a complete dick to me the past few days. This is about you,” you jabbed a finger on his chest, ”completely ignoring your girlfriend’s existence when your friend from back home arrived. This about you,” you jabbed a finger on his chest again as he stepped back, ”choosing to give the girl, who by the way flirts with you every chance she gets, all your attention,” a smack to his chest as he took another step back. “This about you being an absolute asshole to me.”
You were about to hit his broad chest yet again when he caught hold of your hands just in time. In a second, his strong arms had flipped the two of you around. The argument flew out of the window when your back hit the kitchen wall and his mouth was pressed to yours. His hands slipped around your waist, pinning you against the wall. Your fingers found their way into his curly blonde hair. His lips moved against yours, the soft pink flesh grinding against your own. His tongue slipped into your mouth, tangling with yours. He groaned against your mouth as you tugged lightly on his hair. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your dress riding up your thigh.
His palms were cupping your face when the two of you finally had to break apart for air and immediately after, Luke’s lips were attached to your neck. He pressed wet kisses all along the curve of your neck, nibbling and sucking gently on your soft skin.
“Lu- Luke…” He made it hard for you to speak. Luke knew you were sensitive near the neck and he took all advantage of it. You pulled his head away from your neck, smiling softly. “Lucas, I’m still mad at you.”
His blue eyes, darker under the dim light, stared into yours. “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.”
“I’ll heal it, I swear. I’m really, really sorry.” He smiled at you apologetically.
“I’m not sure I’m classy enough to forgive you,” you taunted, a smirk gracing your lips.
“Y/N,” Luke whined. “You called her a bitch before I could even defend you.”
“Didn’t think you’d defend me,” you answered, fingers playing with he soft curls at the back oh his neck.
“Hey, I’ll always stand up for you,” he said, meaningfully as he bumped his forehead to yours. You smiled before giving him a small peck on his forehead.
“Y/N,” he called out.
“Hmm?” You hummed in acknowledgement.
“You said you’re still mad at me right?” He questioned.
You nodded, a teasing grin on your face.
A cheeky smile came on to Luke’s face as he said, ”So does that mean we can have angry sex?”
Request: Can I request one where Tony Stark’s baby sister is in town but the team doesn’t know what she looks like. So when Tony is seen around the city with a hot younger woman everyone worries about Pepper thinking he’s cheating. Pepper laughs about it when everyone tells her so she clears up the rumors and gets Tony to finally introduce the cuter Stark.
You were the little sister of the famous Tony Stark. You were all Tony had left that he could call family and he wished you would stay at the Avenger compound but you argued, saying you could take care of yourself. You didn’t get to see each other too often because of both of your jobs but any spare moment you had, you’d share with one another.
The Avengers had heard your name mentioned every once in a while, but no one had ever seen you in person not even a picture. They always teased Tony that he was making it all up since he never brought you around and there was no evidence of your existence but he always brushed it off with a comment that you were busy changing the world or something cheesy like that.
“So, Tony, how’s your ‘sister’ doing?” Clint teases, putting sister in finger quotations for what seems like the hundredth time as the team lounges around the common area and Tony gives a small groan before rolling his eyes.
“She’s doing fine. Tony throws back in annoyance as he downs the rest of his drink.
“We still have yet to meet the mysterious baby Stark. When are you bringing her around?” Natasha pokes further, an amused smirk across her face and now the entire team is chuckling and Tony sends a glare.
“At this point, none of you are going to meet (Y/N).” Tony growls.
“Don’t stress too much, it would be no surprise to us, Stark.” Sam jokes out and Tony shakes his head when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out, reading your name across the screen and his face instantly lights up reading that you were in town for the next week.
He replies, saying he’d meet you at your favorite café before looking up at his curious teammates. “If you’d excuse me, I have some things to attend to.” Tony smirks out as he stands from his spot on the couch before disappearing down the hallway.
The team didn’t know where Tony bounced off to after that conversation but since then he seemed to be a bit happier and less sarcastic. They brushed it off at first but as the week continued, the happiness didn’t relent and the team began to become curious on what was making the playboy have a change in attitude. They begin to notice Tony leaving early from his lab instead of staying cooped up in there all day and that’s when they decided to follow him to see what he was up to.
The majority of the team followed Tony discretely around the city and finds him hanging out with a beautiful, younger female. They spot him eating lunch and dinner with the mystery woman everyday while also shopping around. Tony effortlessly laughs throughout the conversation, obviously enjoying himself while the mystery woman looks the same way.
The team doesn’t know what to think about the mystery woman but immediately jump to conclusions. Tony had been with Pepper for almost 2 years and their first thought was he was cheating on her. They were going to keep it a secret from Pepper but decided on being honest, telling her the trust about the billionaire’s actions.
So, they call Pepper to the Avenger’s compound as they wait anxiously for the redhead. They sit in silence before the sound of heels echoes through the air and they look up as Pepper’s form comes into view.
She gives a friendly smile as she holds her usual planner, her Bluetooth in her ear. “I got your call, what can I do for you all?”
The team exchange nervous looks before Steve awkwardly clears his throat causing Pepper’s face to scrunch up in confusion. “We have something to tell you. It’s about Tony.”
Pepper immediately groans, instinctively bringing her hands up to rub her temple. “What did he do now? I’m still cleaning up from that lab incident last week.”
“We-um… we think he’s cheating on you.” Steve pushes past his lips and Pepper’s face drops as she tilts her head to the side.
“Are you sure?” Pepper questions, friendly smile completely gone as she stares at Steve’s apologetic face.
Natasha pulls out her phone, scrolling through a couple of photos before settling on one and handing it to Pepper. “We noticed him acting different around the compound, leaving early to visit this woman and he’s been spending a lot of time with her for the past week. This is the woman.”
Pepper grabs the phone from Natasha’s hands, locking eyes on the photo before her face softens resulting an amused smile. A small chuckle leaves her lips, leaving the team confused on why Tony cheating was funny. Pepper shakes her head a moment before looking back up at the superhero group.
“I’m very glad you guys are looking after me and trying to keep Tony in check but there is nothing to worry about.” Pepper states, handing the phone back to Natasha. The team speechlessly stares at Pepper, multiple questions popping into their head but before any of them can ask, the elevator dings.
They all turn their heads as Tony and you walk out, smiles across your faces but they immediately fade when everyone’s eyes are on you. Pepper crosses her arms with an amused smirk as she raises an eyebrow at Tony. “Tony, you really should have introduced (Y/N) when she first got here. Steve and them thought you were cheating on me with (Y/N).”
Tony’s eyebrows crunch together, averting his eyes to his team’s dumbstruck faces before a giddy smile grows on his face as he turns towards you, placing an arm around your shoulder. “Avengers, this is my little sister, (Y/N). She’s a surgeon, forensic pathologist and 10 times smarter than all of you combined.”
There is a small silence with everyone staring at you when Sam breaks it. “You’re Tony’s sister?” Sam questions incredulously mouth slightly agape and you smile, tilting your head to the side.
“I am.” You return and Sam closes his mouth, sending a look towards Bucky.
“Damn, Stark, you didn’t mention your sister was cuter than you.” Clint jokes causing the team to snap out of their staring as they begin to laugh over the matter.
Tony glares at Clint before pointing an defensive finger at him. “Don’t hit on my sister and she is not cuter than me.”
“I’ve always been cuter than you, Tony. Always have and always will be.” You declare with a wide smile as you poke Tony’s side and he gives a small grunt as he pushes your persistent fingers away.
“Wanna bet, little one?” Tony questions before Bucky’s voice pipes up.
“Sorry, Stark, I think (Y/N) has this one.” Bucky laughs out as the other nod in agreement causing you to chuckle as you watch Tony folds his arms across his chest, glaring at you.
“I’m placing you up for adoption.”
“We’ll take her!” Natasha announces happily and Tony groans before throwing his hands up in exasperation as he begins to walk out of the room.
I feel like I need a VanderwoodxMC au where they are both daycare employees. Just baby! Choi twins everywhere
Ok so thank you to @hanamayhem for jabbering with me about this. She’s a treasure. Anyway, I agree, so here you go. Vanderwood and MC are the daycare staff taking care of the bitty-baby RFA, inspired by this amazing artwork by @prinnia!
Yoosung bursts into tears whenever he scrapes his knee, and you always run over to kiss his boo-boos better. Vanderwood rolls their eyes when this happens, thinking it’s kind of stupid, but when they cut their finger and you give it a quick peck as a joke, they just… die… hhh…
You and Vanderwood go shopping for children’s books. Vanderwood gets incredibly into it, comparing the art of the books, the story-lines and premises, and the morals conveyed by them. It doesn’t matter that they’re taking care of five year olds THEY NEED QUALITY LITERATURE, OK?
One day, your afternoon is just covered with vomit and crayons on the walls, and Vanderwood quietly gets you a cup of coffee and tells you to sit down while you clean up.
Little bitty Zen is both a beautiful and an entirely pure child, and you will FIGHT HIS PARENTS who want you to stop encouraging him to be artistic. Vanderwood has your back, and for the first time, Zen finds out what it’s like to have adults he can rely on. This makes him incredibly attached to both of you, which manifests itself in… odd ways, one of them being him thinking you and Vanderwood would be so great if you dated and got married. He then proceeds to try to get you together.
He tries to rope the rest of the gang into this plot. Yoosung doesn’t understand, Jaehee thinks it’s silly, and Jumin gets incredibly jealous about the idea because he wants all of your attention.
(Jumin has latched onto you as an alternative parental figure, and is not in the mood to share in any capacity.)
Among Zen’s plots include:
giving poorly drawn love letters to you signed from Vanderwood, while misspelling Vanderwood’s name in a new and unique way each time.
trying to hang mistletoe above the doorway, which he attempts to accomplish by bullying Yoosung into lifting him up on his shoulders. This ends in both of them falling, and Yoosung’s wretched sobbing attracts your attention. You kiss his boo-boos better, and Vanderwood freaks out over Zen getting a bruise.
drawing you and Vanderwood tickets to a ‘fancy restaurant’ and saying you should go together. It’s doubtful Zen understands much about adult life.
Most of this just causes Vanderwood to sigh and facepalm.
Despite Vanderwood acting like they don’t care, they do actually get pretty concerned when the little brats get hurt. This is particularly true for Saeran and Saeyoung, who they notice both get hurt a lot. Doing some digging, they realize the abusive homelife they’re both enduring…
And Vanderwood seriously considers trying to get custody of them.
(Saeyoung gives Vanderwood terrible memes he’s made in MS Paint, and Vanderwood secretly hangs them on their fridge.)
Jaehee gets put in daycare right after her parents die, so she’s sad, miserable, and despondent. You would pay particular attention to her… except Vanderwood takes up that burden without being prompted, and often gives her special tutoring to keep her occupied. She’s very quick for her age.
(One time, Vanderwood - to impress you - lets everybody doodle on them. Saeran gives them panda eyes. Zen gives them a ‘cool tattoo’ of a badly drawn eagle.)
V is also one of the quiet kids, so he hangs out with Jaehee, or watches Yoosung and Saeyoung play pretend knights on the playground. Sometimes, he wanders off to go look at pretty flowers and birds, and he’s given you more than one heart-attack. Jumin is pretty good at finding him, though.
Saeyoung and Yoosung have this complicated LARP-esque arrangement with a complicated storyline and ‘classes’ and stuff, which they try to drag the others into. You’re often the ‘princess’ everyone is trying to save. Vanderwood is often the mount.
(When they put Saeran on their shoulders though and he laughs, their heart just… melts.)
Jaehee helps V with his math, and V stacks blocks with Jaehee. They have a kinda cute quasi-puppy love thing going on where they’re both nerdy and quiet and have terrible families.
Yoosung finds a puppy one day and decides he wants to KEEP IT, but knows that if you or Vanderwood found out, so he and Saeyoung try to secretly take care of the puppy without alerting any adults. The rest of the kids find out one-by-one, and are either bribed or begged in secrecy.
Zen tattles to you eventually because he’s worried about the puppy, and you take it to the shelter because you know you can’t have a dog in the day-care. Maybe you could get a hamster for them or something…?
(cue the Hamtaro theme)
Zen makes everyone dress up and put on plays. Jaehee LOVES this, but she’s too shy to participate. Jumin thinks it’s stupid and complains loudly, but then he immediately changes his tune when you praise Zen and tries to be a BETTER ACTOR THAN HIM. Yoosung just wants to dress up and put on a crown.
Here it is, much awaited part 3. Don’t forget to give me feedback. Plus re-blog and recommend others my blog if you liked it so far :) And the base of flashback has been borrowed from @secret-rendezvous1d I did some editing here and there. Thanks to her !
Harry thew his head back in pleasure as he rolled his hips against Kristine. They still were at Disneyland with kids and didn’t get time to catch up with each other. So after putting his kids to bed, he started it all by kissing her. His lips trailing kisses down her neck, leaving purple marks on her neck.
‘fuck Harry do something.” Kristine whimpered beneath her. Her chest rising with every breath she took pressing it against his. His silver chain hanging from his neck as he hovered her and slowly pushed himself inside her. Her wetness making it easy for harry to slide his thick shaft inside her in a one swift motion. Her hands coming in contact with his muscular back as she dragged her nails along it.
The next hour was spent making love fucking.
Harry rolled off her after reaching his heights and laid beside her. She smiled and rested her head on his chest.
He didn’t felt right. The feeling was foreign for him. She felt unfamiliar. Soon her soft snores filled the room. and Harry found himself awake in bed staring blankly at the ceiling. His mind was going crazy with a chaos of thoughts. Why was he feeling like this? He himself din’t know. The feeling was making him sick making him questioning himself what was going on.
He started question, did he actually loved Kristine or was it just a illusion. Shaking his head, brushing the thoughts away he pulled her sleeping figure close to his chest.
“Of course I love her” he mumbled and closed his eyes.
You hissed to self as blood gushed out of your finger that you cut while chopping the veggies. You opened the tap and put it under the cool running water. The cool sensation giving relief to you as you padded to the front door to open it where Anne stood carrying a bag with her.
“Elo darling” She said cheerfully pulling you in a tight hug. Her warm affection warming your cold body up. You smiled at her cheerful spirit before pulling away.
“Come inside mum.” You said.
Mum. The very first time you met her and called Mrs. Twist she asked you to call her mum instead. She said that you too were like Gemma to her and calling her Mrs. Twist would embarrass her hearing it from her daughter.
Anne was much of a best friend to you than a mother-in-law. She was always there when you needed her. Whenever you and Harry fought, you’d always ask her for help and knowing his son well, she’d help you. You told her everything. And having her as a mother made you feel lucky
“So, how’re yeh doin’?” She asked rubbing th back of your hand with her thumb sitting on the couch with you as you both sipped on your tea.
“Very well. Thank you. What about you?” You asked putting your cup down on the coffee table.
“I’m good. How’re yeh ?” She asked again.
“i uh i said I’m good”
“I asked you how’re yeh?” She asked once again and there was no backing up from it now. Tears welled up in your eyes and you looked down and sniffed.
“Not good mum. I’m breaking inside. God I feel dead “ You sobbed and were pulled inside the arms of that lovely lady.
“There it is baby. Let it out sweet. Cry all yeh want” she cooed. Her soft voice made weep as you wrapped your arms around her crying your heart out.
“I feel yeh “ She said and after a few minutes of good crying, you pulled away. You noticed her navy blue tee had a damp spot from your tears. You wiped your tears and nose with the back of your hand. And it did helped you. Crying out did help you made feel better.
“I am disgusted with my son right now. Never expected him to do this. I’m sorry he caused you so much pain” she said sympathetically cupping your right cheek.
“He just chose to leave instead of fighting. That’s all mum” You cried softly.
“I feel yeh love. I’ve been at your place before” She said. And she wasn’t lying. The only difference was that their decision of separation was mutual unlike you guys.
“I can’t believe he’d do something like that. He always told me how much he loved you”
“It’s okay mum. Love fades away”
“You really love her, don’t you?”
He looks across to his mother as she nurses her cup of tea, cosied up into Robin’s side, with a smile on her face. The lamps around the room giving her face a gentle glow, shadows forming from her features as Harry’s fingers drag up his your arm softly.
“I really do,” he whispers, nodding softly, “absolutely smitten with her, I am.”
“I think the feeling is very much mutual,” she smiles, leaning forward and setting her mug on a coaster on the coffee table, reaching over to grab his free hand and perching on the armrest beside her son, “she’s wonderful. She really is. I’ve never seen you with such a huge smile on your face before. She’s what you need. Someone to keep you grounded and to stop you from swimming off and getting too crazy.”
“dropping her coffee over my shoes that day was what got us here today. I love her. I really do. She’s changed my life over the last 8 months, mum, and I realised that I’ve never been so crazy for someone before. I love her. It makes me so happy that you like her, as well,” he smiles, looking down at you and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I think I’m going to take her to bed. I’m going to take her off into Holmes Chapel tomorrow and show her everything I used to get up to. You’re welcome to join us if you want to come.”
“Oh, no. No, you have some time together. We’ve spent all day with you,” Anne smiles, cupping his face in her hand and pressing a kiss to his forehead, “I’ll have a nice breakfast set out for you both tomorrow. Be up for 8, okay?”
He nods, adjusting his arms around you lifting you to his chest, standing to his feet and bidding a goodnight before he’s making his way up the stairs.
Anne felt her heart aching as she remembered the memories of Harry bringing you to their house for the first time. His lips were spread in a wide grin. She loved how happy he looked and knew you were the one. But now she felt broken. She never expected any of her kid to have divorce in future as she taught them that single thing can destroy many lives.
Thinking of her daughter-in-law brought tears to her eyes. She knew how hard the situation was for her and she felt vulnerable because there’s nothing she could do ease the pain of the poor girl. Nothing but pray to god.
“Eat” Kristine ordered bringing the spoon full of porridge to Noah’s mouth. Harry was in the bathroom and asked Kristine to feed Noah. And without denying she nodded and sat little toddler on baby chair and started feeding her. But he didn’t seem to like her attitude.Since the say Harry brought kids along with Kristine, she felt that Harry payed more attention to kids than her. Once she even wore short exposing clothes to arouse Harry, but instead of getting turned on, Harry grabbed her by her elbow gently and took inside the room only to scold her not to wear such clothes around kids It only flamed the fire inside Kristine more for his kids.
She tried feeding Noah forcefully when he suddenly pushed her away, spilling porridge all over her t-shirt and some on her hair.
“What’ve you done?!?!” she roared scaring Noah. Hearing his cries, Rose came running from the other room and started calming down his brother. But when her eyes fell on Kristine, he couldn’t help but let out a laugh seeing porridge sticking to her hair. Kristine’s eyes flared up with anger as she stood up and hovered Rose. Her hand rising up in the air.
Poor girl’s eyes filled with fear sensing what
“you little piece of s-” she spat when suddenly rose ran and stuck to fer father’s leg crying.
“Daddy!!!” she cried as harry picked her up.
“Wha’s wrong poppet?” Harry asked rubbing her back.
“Kr-Kristine was going to hit me” she sobbed in his neck. Harry pulled away, his eyebrows furrowed as he set her down.
“What? I could never do that to you” Kristine cooed changing herself like a chameleon crouching beside Harry, in front of Rose. She pushed her hand away when Kristine tried to touch her.
“You lie!” Rose cried.
“Sh-she even was saying the S word” Rose cried.
“Oh god. “ Kristine said covering her mouth as tears fell down her eyes. Harry instantly wrapped his arms around her pulling her to him.
“Apologize to kris” Harry old rose rubbing the small back of Kristine.
“No” Rose refused shaking her head showing Harry attitude.
“Don’ Rose. I said apologize” Harry warned and once again Rose denied. It set Harry off the verge. Harry stood up and took a breath trying not to explode on her daughter but he was helpless.
“GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW!” He shouted, making everyone in the room flinch. His loud voice making Noah to burst in tear once again. Rose’s breath hitched in as tears flooded her eyes.
“I hate you” she mumbled ever so softly before helping his brother down the chair and running to her room with him.
After coming back to his senses. He felt hurt. He felt disgusted for scaring his little girl like that. His own eyes getting wet as he sat on the ground with his head in his hands sobbing quietly. Kristine took the chance and brought him to her chest rubbing his back.
“Shhh baby. It’s okay”
As soon as Rose finished up telling you what happened to them on vacation, Y/n stomped out of her house and drove to their Harry’s house. Unfortunately, he wasn’t their and you were greeted by none other than his girlfriend, who was dressed in nothing but a pair of panties and his t-shirt.
“Oh hi. Come inside” she said stepping aside for y/n to come in and she gladly did. Seeing Kristine was making his blood boil. Especially when she was wearing the ring in her necklace that you gifted Harry. You felt sick thinking about how stupid you were to fall for a guys like that.
“Stop” Y/n said trying to be calm. She didn’t wanted any foreplay.
“What?” Kristine asked innocently clearly aware as to why y/n was there.
“Stop being so two faced.And how dare you talk to my kids like that?!” Y/n shouted.
“Oh really? But you husband, oops i mean my boyfriend doesn’t seems to be bothered about it. And about your kids, it’ll be better f you keep them to yourself.” she said standing with her hands on her hips.
“Harry is their father! They have the whole right to be with him! And oh my god I cannot believe he actually likes a bitch like you!”
“Oh please darling he loves me. Probably because I’m not ugly,fat and emotional mess like you. When he spent that night with me, he told me how much he regretted marrying you and voila I helped him every night. All the time he said he was out, he was with me, inside me actually” she laughed
“and you know what? He’s smitten over me” She said. You let out a sob as her words hit you like a knife but you had to be strong, for your kids.
“God. He’s an Idiot. Never knew he fuck buddy would turn out to be someone like you” You spat hatefully.
“Wha’ do ya mean” Said a heavy voice. You turned around and saw Harry standing at the porch, Kristine wasted no time running to him and crying fake tears.
“shh baby. “ Harry said kissing her head before making his way to you. Your heart beat fastened as you took in to his face. He looked mesmerizing. So pure and gentle. He looked so good and it was clear that the divorce wasn’t affecting him where you looked completed opposite but he was too blinded to see how much you were hurting.
“I-I can’t believe you yelled at Rose” you stammered as he hovered you.
“Had to do that t’ teach her some manners. And wha’ did yeh by fuck buddy huh? I love her! Ge’ this fucking thing in your brain.” he said. He was getting red with every word he said.
“It’s alright Haz. I’m okay” Kristine said clutching to his arm sounding so poor and petite. All you wanted to do was to punch her straight in the face.
“No Kris! Nobody talks to m’love like that” He said eyeing you. His eyes dug in you were burning you. You felt naked and wrapped your arms around yourself but the time wasn’t to be. It was to fight.
“I didn’t said anything wrong Harry styles! She’s nothing but a slut, a fuck buddy whom you fucked every night, you spent every night with her moaning where I sat at home, awake the whole night wondering if you’re okay! While you’re kids kept asking for you!”
“And did you ever asked meh why was I? Let me tell yeh because you never were enough! Seeing your face disgusted me!” He yelled. His voice echoed in the house while every word he said.
Your heart clenched. Your chest felt heavy again as a tear rolled down your cheek. Never in a million years you thought he’d say something like this, but he did.
“You are the biggest regret of my life” You whispered.
“If you’re done, I’d like you to leave” He said looking away.
“didn’t you hear him Y/n?” Kristine said her tears all gone now replaced by happiness of you crying. You knew she was trying to evoke you and damn it did work.
“Shut up you bit-” And before you could finish the whole sentence, Harry grabbed you my your elbow harshly and dragged to the porch.
“Get the fuck outta my house!”
Oh well well. I’ve started hating Harry while writing this. Feedback please!
A/N: Hello, my lovely wonderfuls! Here is my first (of many) polyhamilsquad story! I just realized I never put what character I’m writing about in the title (whoops). I apologize, I know I appreciate that when other (more talented) writers do that, so I’ll try keep that up. Anyways, I had lots of fun writing this and I really hope you all enjoy it! As always thank you, thank you, thank you for reading! And I hope you all have a day as wonderful and lovely as you are! Oh! And the song used in this fic is Back At One By Brian McKnight :)
You loved Sunday mornings. They were your favorite day of the week. Mostly because it was all your boys day off and you all got to sleep late. You loved waking up wrapped up with all your boys. It never failed to make you smile and fill you with joy.
This particular Sunday morning you were woken up by Johns soft lips pressing gentle kisses to your neck. You smile with your eyes still closed and run your fingers through his hair.
He looks up at you a smile gracing his sweet freckled face.
“Good morning lover girl, you’re looking beautiful as always,” he says nuzzling your neck and giving you more kisses.
You giggle and shake your head.
“I don’t think I look beautiful at all, but thank you,” you pull his face to yours and place a soft kiss of your own on his lips.
Lafayette starts stir beside you, “I want morning kisses too, ma petit colombe.”
You smile and turn to him.
“Well, Johnny here decided to steal his morning kisses from me.”
John nods pecking your cheek as you smile. Laf looks serious in thought, before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you towards him.
“I guess, I’ll have to steal mine too,” he says placing kisses all over your face.
“Gil,” you giggle.
He smiles down at you, and places a long, toe curling kiss on your lips. He pulls away when John clears his throat. Laf looks at John.
“You want on too, ma douce?”
John nods and Laf gives him kiss just like yours. They pull apart and you can see the love in their eyes and it makes your heart swell.
“Don’t mind me boys, I’m just going to move out of the way,” you say jokingly, trying to scoot out from between them. Before you can really get anywhere, Lafs hands are on your hips again, holding you still.
“Non, mon ange, we’re not done with you yet.”
You look from him to John and see their matching smirks and purse your lips.
“Are you sure you don’t want to wake up the other boys?” you ask, thinking the suggestion might distract them.
“We will, in just a few minutes,” Laf says as he starts kissing your neck and John kisses that ticklish spot on your ribs.
You start to squirm, trying to move. When you hear Alex begin to stir.
“Alex, honey, good morning. Look, boys Alex is awake,” you say and they both cease for a moment and chuckle.
“Are you bothering our dear (Y/N) already?”
“Non, mon amour, we’re stealing morning kisses,” Laf says while wiggling his eyebrows at Alex.
“Well, in that case,” and without warning Alex jumps over John and is on top of you within seconds.
“Alex,” you say in a warning tone.
“Yes, my love?” he asks a smirk at his lips as he leans over you.
“Don’t you think I should go make breakfast?”
“Of course, right after I steal my morning kisses,” and with that his lips are on yours.
He places a passionate kiss on your lips and then a gentle kiss, before moving down to your collar bone. Meanwhile, John and Laf had taken to kissing your hands and wrists. Leaving you no way of escape.
“Boys I think you’ve stolen more than enough,” you say breathlessly.
“Are you sure, mon ange?”
“I disagree baby girl.”
“Nope, not nearly enough, my love.”
You sigh, your only hope was Hercules. You start trying to tap him with your foot. You do so a few times and he starts to stir.
“Herc, my darling, would you mind helping me?”
He lifts his head to see your predicament and chuckles before sitting up.
“Alright, my loves, leave the cupcake alone.”
They all give a slight pout, as Herc helps you out of their hold, holding you to his chest. You smile up at him.
“Now, what’s going on?”
“We were stealing morning kisses,” John says wrapping his arms around Alex, while he reaches for Laf.
Herc laughs, “stealing morning kisses huh?”
He looks at you and you nod seriously. “Don’t you know you’re supposed to ask a lady for a kiss? Watch and learn.”
Herc turns his attention back to you and clears his throat.
“My darling, beautiful lady, may I have the pleasure of receiving a morning kiss?” You giggle before responding.
“Of course my darling,” you giggle, placing a hand to his cheek as you kiss him slowly and sweetly, silently thanking him for his rescue.
You both pull apart smiling, and look at the rest of your boys when you hear a throat clear. You see all three of them on one knee on the bed, with their right hands over their hearts and their left out towards you.
“My darling, beautiful lady, may I have the pleasure of receiving a morning kiss?” they all recite in together. You laugh and look at Herc, signaling him to let you down.
“Since you all asked so nicely,” you approach each of them giving them quick kisses on the lips barely slipping out of Alexander’s grasp.
They all give you pout, while you stand behind Herc.
“Darling, will you keep them distracted while I go make breakfast?
“Anything for you cupcake,” you kiss Hercs cheek and make your way to the kitchen. You hear a few sad groans before a burst of laughter from the bedroom.
You smile as you begin breakfast, this was really your favorite day. You loved spending time with your boys, and this was actually somewhat rare.
Your boys worked so hard, it was difficult to have this type of quality time all together. But, you usually had at least one of them around, so it didn’t bother you too much. You always reveled in these days though, these perfect blissful days.
Soon your favorite days were gone. At first it wasn’t that bad, but within a month it was like they all got twice as busy as before. Even your Sundays were no longer waking up late and spending the day together.
Now there was always one of them gone and you hated it, but you rationalized with yourself. It was their work, it was just because they had to work that was all.
Their usual attentiveness had dwindled. In the morning you woke up with your boys and made them breakfast, and lunches (they had a tendency to forget to eat). Instead of sweet, sometimes lingering kisses, you got a quick peck on the cheek or forehead as they made their way out the door.
Again, you told yourself that they were just consumed with work. They weren’t purposely putting you on the back burner. You reassured yourself daily, you knew they loved you. They had told you and shown you countless times. They loved you, they did.
Two months went by and it was still much of the same. You would tell yourself everyday, it’s just because of work. They had time consuming jobs.
Lafayette was a heart surgeon, Alex and John were lawyers, and Herc was a clothing designer. Laf was called into work at random times, of course you could understand how tired he was. Alex and John were both top lawyers at their firm, of course they want to stay there, you could understand their stress.
Herc was one of the best designers in New York, not to mention the country, and he had to travel to make sure things were done properly. Of course you understood, he made beautiful clothing, they were his own masterpieces, he wanted them done right.
All of this you understood and took into consideration. Everytime you got a peck instead of a kiss, a wave instead of an embrace, a quick ‘sure’ instead of an ‘of course, my love’. Everytime you got a brush off quickly because they had more important things to do.
You reminded yourself that they had hard jobs and that they worked hard. You didn’t need to take anything personally. But, it was getting harder and harder to do. You were a nurse at a pediatricians office and maybe your work wasn’t as hard as theirs, but you still made time for them.
You always made sure they ate during the day, sometimes forgetting to eat yourself. You always tried to make sure they got enough sleep, especially Alexander. You made sure they knew how much you loved them. Was it so bad to want that in return?
Your patience and understanding was starting to wear thin. You had had a really shitty day. The office had been busier than normal and full of sick children. Several of which had puked and or peed on you. There was constant screaming, and even some unfortunate hair pulling.
You had a pulsing headache, your feet were killing you, and you smelt unpleasant. All you wanted was a long shower, food, and sleep.
When you arrived home, you could see all of your boys were home. On your way into your home, you could hear Alex yelling at someone over the phone. John seemed to be looking over some files and Laf and Herc seemed to be talking in the kitchen.
You stood their for a few minutes waiting for a ‘welcome home’ or some type of acknowledgement. Much to your dismay there came none. You made your way to the bedroom, but before you were all the way there, Laf finally noticed you were home.
“There she is! We’ve been waiting for you,” he says smiling. “We’re going out in celebration of our Hercules being home. Go get ready so we can go.”
The thought of going out right now made you want cringe. You were so tired, physically and emotionally. You felt almost empty with all you’ve given these past months.
“I’m sorry boys, I just don’t feel up to it, but you guys go and have fun.”
They all look disappointed, including Alex, who had finally gotten off the phone.
“Come on (Y/N), it’ll be fun. Just get ready real quick,” Alex says looking at you like you were being slightly ridiculous.
“Please, we haven’t spent quality time together in a while, go get ready and we’ll wait,” John says in a sweet tone that makes you want to cry and yell at the same time. Where have you been??
“No, boys really I’m sorry, I’ve had a long day and just want to shower and go to sleep.”
“How about you shower and then we can go, I know you’ve had a long day, but don’t you want to spend time with us,” Alex tells you somewhat accusingly. The other boys looking at you for an answer.
And it’s the final straw, you had been patient, and sweet and understanding for two months. And now they were turning this on you? As if you’re the one neglecting them, as if you hadn’t waited up for them and then woken up with them to make sure they got to work and home okay. As if you hadn’t been taking the bare minimum of affection from them for two months!
“You know what, I know we haven’t spent time together. You want to know how I know? For the past two months, I’ve made sure all of you were okay, and eating, and cared about, whether you were here or at work or traveling.” You look at all them pointedly, trying to keep your tears at bay.
“I have waited up and gotten up for all of you everyday, made sure you had everything you needed,” you close your eyes and take a breath. “You know what I’ve gotten these past two months?” you look at each of them, they all look somewhat shocked at your outburst. “I’ve gotten quick pecks and half assed acknowledgments.”
“I know you all work hard and you’re all amazing at what you do. Usually you do make time for me and I appreciate the time I do get, but these past two months,” you take a breath as the tears starts to spill over your cheeks. “It’s just, it would be nice not to feel so empty once in awhile. I love you all so much but lately I feel like I’m just giving, and giving, and giving, and I’m left with nothing! I’ve tried to be understanding and patient, but I can’t do it anymore. And you know what I shouldn’t have to!”
They all stare at you guilt and sorrow on their faces, they look so distraught. And you feel instantly guilty.
They have tears brimming in their eyes and you hate that you caused it. No matter how upset you were with them, you didn’t want them to hurt.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It’s not your fault. I know it’s not, you’re all so good at what you do and I know you love your work. I’m just tired, that’s all.” They start to approach you, but you step back. “I’m fine, I promise. I’m just gonna go for a drive for a bit. You guys go out and have a nice dinner, okay?” You turn and walk out the door without waiting for a reply.
The boys try to stop you, but by the time they get to the door, you’re already gone. They go back inside and decide to wait for your return.
After two hours had passed they grew worried.
“She’ll come back, right?” John asks his other lovers.
“Of course she will, she loves us remember,” Herc tells him hugging him to his chest. Although the same fear was growing in the pit of his stomach
Alex looks less sure as he paces, hoping that you’re not crying on the road and his heart aching to be near you.
Lafayette is sitting on the couch, his knee bouncing, thinking of all the places you might go. And it hits him, the Schuylers! They were your best friends.
“I’m going to call Angelica and see if she’s heard from her,” the other boys nod their heads frantically.
You drove around for thirty minutes before stopping at the Schuylers. You hated coming over unannounced, but you weren’t ready to go home and you were so tired.
You knocked on the door and tried to make yourself look presentable.
Peggy opened the door, took one look at you, pulled you in and called her sisters.
Eliza and Angelica came into the living room and immediately embraced you.
“(Y/N), what happened?” Angelica asks, brushing hair out of your face.
You try to hold back your tears, but they break free and fall down your cheeks. Eliza hugs you close and lets you cry on her shoulder until you’ve calmed.
After a few minutes, Peggy hands you some tissues and you thank her. You take a few deep breaths and tell them all what happened. How the past two months that the boys were so busy and you felt so lonely, how you tried to power through it, and how when you finally had all of them together you had an outburst that just ended up making everyone feel bad, including yourself.
“Okay, while we can all understand that they have time consuming jobs, that doesn’t mean they stop making time for you.”
“No, she’s right (Y/N). You shouldn’t feel any remorse about the way you feel in your heart. That’s not something you can control,” Eliza tells you holding your gaze.
Peggy nods in agreement before adding on.
“And you shouldn’t keep all of your emotions bottled up, if they’re doing something that hurts your feelings or makes you angry you need to say so.”
You nod knowing all of them are right, but the guilt still doesn’t dissipate.
“I need to get back home and talk to them,” you say getting up, but Angelica pulls you back down.
“You definitely need to talk to them, but it can wait until tomorrow.”
When you try protest both Eliza and Peggy shake their heads at you.
“You’re tired and emotionally drained, you need some time to refresh yourself.”
“And it’s okay to let them sweat a little bit, you do a lot for them,” Peggy says giving you a wink.
You laugh and shake your head.
“I need to tell them where I am, I don’t want them to freak out.”
“We’ll take care of it,” Angie says taking your phone from you. You knew better than to argue with her.
“Please be nice, I know I was upset, but I didn’t speak up either and they never meant to hurt me,” you look at her with pleading eyes, while she sighs and rolls her eyes at you.
“I guess, Eliza can call them then.”
The four of break out in laughter, once you all settle they send you to shower and told you to get some sleep.
Just as you leave, Angelica’s phone starts ringing and she sees it’s Lafayette. Right on time, she thinks.
“Angie, please tell me mon ange is with you..”
“Yes, she’s here and she’s spending the night, so don’t expect her home.”
She can hear the rest of the boys in the background, with relieved murmurs. She puts the phone on speaker, so her sisters can hear.
“Non, we can come get her.”
“You will do no such thing Laf. She needs some space, she is completely physically and emotionally drained.”
The boys pause at Eliza’s stern tone, but start up again.
“We need to talk to her, and comfort her, so she knows we love her,” John says his voice pleading.
“You can tell her all that tomorrow,” Peggy says.
The boys know that they won’t get past the Schuylers so they concede.
“Can you at least tell her that we love her and we’re sorry,” Alexander asks, sounding a little exasperated.
“We’ll relay the ‘we love you’, but you can all apologize yourselves tomorrow,” Angelica states.
“Try and get some sleep boys,” Eliza says in a more sympathetic tone this time.
Before they hang up, they hear a scoff and then, ‘yeah, like that’s gonna happen.’ They giggle and make their way to bed themselves.
The next day, the boys are knocking at the Schuylers door, bright and early. More accurately, Alex is knocking incessantly while the others are asking him to pause for a second.
Minutes later, the door swings open to reveal a very irritated Angelica.
“It’s eight in the morning on a Saturday,” she nearly growls while glaring at them.
“I brought some croissants, for you all, mon ami,” Laf offers with a pleading smile.
She just raises an eyebrow, before opening the door wider and standing aside so they could enter.
“I’ll wake the angel, you wait here,” she says walking away.
They all wait in the living room, Alexander is cracking his knuckles, Johns leg is bouncing, Lafayette has his hands resting on his thighs and tapping his fingers on them, and Herc has his elbows resting on his knees with his hands clasped in front of him sitting completely still.
As soon as you entered the room they all stood and resisted the urge to run to you. John just couldn’t help himself.
Before you can say a word he rushes to you and wraps his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“We’re sorry, we’re so sorry please don’t be upset anymore, we love you. Please don’t leave us.”
As the initial shock wears off you realize what John just said and look at the boys wide eyed. They all look away, and your heart aches.
You embrace John and step back a bit so you can look him in the eyes.
“I’m not leaving you guys, I love you,” your eyes meet each of the boys. “I may have been upset, but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to quit on our relationship, you’re all my everything.”
The rest of the boys, rush to you and John. You’re completely surrounded by them, and you exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You finally felt at peace, the boys were your home.
“We’re so sorry, cupcake.”
“Oui, we don’t deserve you mon ange.”
“You’re our everything, love, we all need you more than you realize. You could probably do without us, but we cannot do without you.”
You look at each of them, tears springing to your eyes and your heart swelling. John turns you to face him and brushes a tear from your cheek.
“It’s true baby girl, and we came up with a little something to prove it.”
You look at him confused.
“A little something?”
You look to the other boys, and they all just smile at you. Herc takes your hand and leads you to the couch.
“We’re going to need you to sit here, cupcake,” he winks at you.
Your confusion only grows as they all line up in front of you.
“You got the disc, babe,” Herc says to John, who happily nods and places a cd in the stereo.
We’re they going to perform for you? And they all got into the same pose. They all stand their hands clasped together in front of them and their heads down.
It’s undeniable that we should be together, it’s unbelievable that used to say that I’d fall never…
Herc was the first to step forward lip-syncing the song and then followed John, Laf, and Alex.
The basis is need to know, if you don’t know just how I feel
Then let me show you now that I’m for real
If all things in time, time will reveal
As one said a line the others danced behind him. Until they got to the chorus, which they all did together, acting out nearly every word.
One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me
Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One
You couldn’t help but smile at your boys, they were so ridiculously sweet, it made your heart soar.
It’s so incredible the way things work themselves out
And all emotional, once you know what it’s all about babe
And undesirable for us to be apart
Never would of made it very far
Cause you know that you’ve got the keys to my heart
Peggy, Angie, and Eliza had come to the living room because they heard music and held back their giggles at the boys sweet gesture.
One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me
Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One
As you watched them, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to have your own personal boy band. You loved them all so much.
Say farewell to the dark of night I see the coming of the sun
I feel like a little child
Whose life has just begun
You came and breathed new life
Into this lonely heart of mine
You threw out the life line just in the Nick of Time
As the song continued, the more dramatic they got and you couldn’t contain your giggles.
And seeing your face lit up with joy made the boys hearts race.
One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me
Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One
When they finished the last line, you jumped up and clapped, while the girls followed suit. They bowed and you went to them, giving each of them a kiss.
“So, you liked it?” Alex asked nervously.
“Are you kidding, I loved it! If I hadn’t already forgiven all of you, that would have convinced me,” you said smiling big at them.
“Can we go home now, cupcake?” Herc asks his arms around your waist and his forehead against yours.
“Of course,” you say smiling and kiss nose.
“Bien, because we didn’t get a lot of sleep, and we missed you last night,” Laf says nuzzling your neck behind you, making you giggle.
“I call sitting with (Y/N) in the back,” Alex says while pulling you into his arms, and resting his head on yours, as you rest yours on his chest.
“Oh! Me too!” John exclaims wrapping his arms around you and Alex from behind you.
“I guess that means we get to cuddle with our darling girl when we get home then,” Herc says to Laf.
Both Alex and John gasp, and you giggle.
“Okay, boys you can take turns, let’s go home.” You gather your things and say goodbye and Thank you to the sisters, before heading out with your boys.
When you all arrived home and made your way to the bedroom, Lafayette stopped you.
“What is it Gil?”
“Mon ange, before we take our nap, I just want you to know that if you ever feel that way again, you can tell us.”
“Yeah, baby girl, we hated seeing you so upset.”
“Darling, we love you and you come before our work, always.”
“Love, if we ever fail to give you what you need, please, let us know.”
You look at each of them and nod.
“I promise, I will from now on. I’m sorry for not saying anything.”
Alex shakes his head at you.
“You don’t need to apologize my love.”
They all ask for a ‘good nap kiss’ and you giggle and give them each a sweet kiss, before you all settle into bed. You’re cuddled between Herc and Laf, as your eyes drift closed.
And an hour later the boys switch, Alex claiming he sleeps better next to you, while Laf and Herc roll their eyes, but comply to his request.
And this time as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help the warmth that spread in your heart, finally feeling complete.
The next week’s that passed by were filled with long lingering kisses, nearly constant cuddles, and ‘I love you’s. Your boys making sure that you felt completely loved and taken care of. And although this all made you feel immense joy, your favorite part was that you got your blissful Sundays back.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x female reader Summary: Being
interviewed by the most famous talk show host was totally new for you,
and like always Ellen did her reputation justice, making you reveal
something to the audience especially Sebastian seems to like. Warning:
fluff, smut, fingering, PDA