i swear the mistakes are glaring at me

“…I think I made a mistake.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Oh my God, you had Tony eating out of the palm of your hand. Why are you not fucking him right now?”

Steve cringed. “…Because I made a mistake.”

Bucky turned to scowl at him. “How in the fuck did you mess up right before sealing the deal?”

“I, uh, well.” Steve blushed bright red. “We were… making out. And talking. …Dirtily.”

Bucky sat up straight. “Steve, you’ve never talked dirty in your life unless it was swearing like a sailor.”

“I know,” Steve hissed, glaring at him. “Which is how I made the mistake! Don’t tell Natasha because she’ll murder me!”

“Fine.” Bucky was going to tell Natasha all about this. “And what mistake was that?”

“I! Um!” Steve turned away abruptly, rubbing his arm. “…Tony said. Um. That he’d been naughty. And needed to be punished.”

“Oh nooo,” Bucky whispered, hands going to his cheeks.

“And I kind of panicked, you know, because Tony, uh. He’s kind of. Self-destructive sometimes.”

Bucky continued to stare at him in awe, and wondered if this was what watching a train wreck was like.

“So I said–” Steve stopped, then swallowed thickly. “I said, ‘it’s okay, I forgive you. We all make mistakes.’”

This was a train wreck caused by smashing into a wall of baby bunnies holy shit.

“So, uh. Well, it took Tony a minute to realize what I’d said. And then he did. And. Um.” Steve stared out the window. “He walked into the bathroom and he’s been in there for fifteen minutes.”

“Steve, you fucking idiot,” Bucky whispered.

Steve groaned and collapsed onto the floor. “I know, okay?!”

The door to their apartment burst open, and there was Natasha. “Why did I get an SOS text from Tony?!”

Steve gaped at her, terrified.

“…Steve made a mistake,” Bucky answered quickly, perfectly willing to throw his best friend under the bus. “He’s in the bathroom.”

“If he’s bleeding,” Natasha hissed, letting the threat hang there as she stalked to the bathroom.

Steve stared at the ceiling, resigned. His mom had always worried that he wouldn’t make it to thirty-five. He should have known she’d been just as worried about him saying the wrong thing as she was him coughing his lungs out.

He cringed as he heard Natasha burst out laughing, but it was quickly muffled, and then there were hurried whispers. A few minutes later, she exited the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind her. She was grinning.

“Do you always grin before you murder people?” Steve asked sadly.

“Bucky, come fuck me at my place,” she ordered cheerfully. “Steve, see to Tony.”

“What,” Steve said, but she’d already grabbed Bucky’s ear and was dragging him out–not that he looked too put-out about it. He watched the door close behind them, then awkwardly got to his feet and approached the bathroom. “Um. Tony? Can I come in?”

The door opened just a crack, and he slipped inside.

His stomach fell to the floor when he saw tears running down Tony’s cheeks. “Oh my God.”

Tony peeked up at him, then threw his head back and slid down the toilet so his back was on the lid instead of his butt. His entire body was shaking, and he covered his mouth. “St-!”

“I’m sorry,” Steve said hurriedly. “I didn’t mean to–Are you fucking laughing?!” he shouted when he realized that the other man was grinning.

Tony waved his free hand frantically, little wheezing noises escaping from between his fingers.

“I can’t believe this! I thought–I thought I’d ruined everything, and you just came in here to laugh?!” Steve exclaimed, but it was hard to stay angry when Tony finally let out a bark of laughter as he slid off the toilet and onto the floor. “Yeah, laugh it up, you dick!”

Tony wrapped his arms around his stomach, once again laughing so hard that he was making no sounds except for tiny wheezes.

Steve couldn’t help the smile that came to his lips. “I thought Natasha was going to murder me, Tony!”

“HAAAHAHA!” Tony rocked onto his other side, kicking his feet wildly.

“Tony!” Steve grabbed his shoulders so he wouldn’t knock himself out on the tub. “It’s not that funny!”

“You were so earnest,” Tony sobbed out, grinning. “Oh my God!”

Steve rolled his eyes, smiling fondly, and bent down to kiss his laughing mouth. “Well, how was I supposed to know what was going on?”

“I expected you to say I needed a spanking or something,” Tony admitted, lifting a hand to wipe his eyes. “Oh God! Do I have abs? I feel like I should have abs from how hard and long I laughed.”

Steve grinned, which then faded into an awkward smile. “Um. I’m hard and long.”

“STEVE!” Tony screeched, bursting into laughter again, but took some of the sting out of it by pressing giggly, open-mouthed kisses to his jaw and neck. “That was awful!”

“Yeah,” Steve admitted, but couldn’t bring himself to be actually embarrassed. “Why did you send Natasha an SOS text if you were just in here laughing?”

“I wasn’t trying to, I was trying to type out what had happened, but I was laughing so hard the words got mixed up and she thought something was wrong.”

Steve paused. “…What do I have to do to keep you from telling everyone?”

“Everyone already knows!” Tony laughed. “Natasha sent a group text about it!”

“Aw, fuck!” Steve swore, because God damn it now Clint and Sam were going to be insufferable.

Tony drew him down for another kiss, laughing quietly into his mouth. “’ll make it worth your while?” he offered, smiling up at him.

“…I mean, I might as well get sex if my friends are going to torment me,” Steve decided, and rolled his eyes when Tony burst out laughing and sputtering ‘no okay I’ll calm down in a minute I swear!’

hmslusitania  asked:

If you're not too terribly busy, the world could always use more Holsom fluff :)

Holsom fluff, my favorite! I combined this with a secondary request from @zombizombi for some ref!Holster, which I could not resist, because Holster+bitching speaks to my soul. Also, team dentist!Ransom, because it amused me. (Warning: mention of teeth.)

(Now also on AO3.)

Ransom landed in his seat barely five minutes before the game was supposed to start. Lardo, feet propped up against the glass, sketchbook against her knees, fingertips just peeking out of the sleeves of yet another sweatshirt stolen from Shitty, spared him a glance and a “You’re late” before going back to sketching warm-ups.

“I know, I know. Kid broke off two of her teeth on the playground, right up to the nerve, so I had to do some composites.”

She grimaced. “Ugh.”

“Why do you ask me these things when you know I’m going to talk to you about teeth? I’m a dentist, for fuck’s sake. And we’re here to watch hockey.”

“I’m in it for the butts.”

He grinned as he took in the player stretching on the ice in front of her and then her sketchbook. “Think Shits will like that one?”

“I call it ‘Spread,’” she said loftily.

He choked and was suddenly glad he hadn’t had time to stop by concessions on his way in. “So, uh, where is Shits tonight anyway?”

She waved a hand vaguely, barely missing whacking him in the face with the end of the sleeve. “Up in the office. They needed some documents looked over.”

He recognized that tone. “How long have you guys been here?”


“Couldn’t get anyone to strip for you?”

“Shut up.” Then she turned to him and smiled slowly.

Ransom was immediately alarmed. “Oh god. What?”

“There is some news you’ll want.”

“Yeah?” he asked cautiously.

“New ref.”

Ransom’s eyebrows went up. “And I’m interested in this… because why? I mean, is he supposed to be good or biased or something else?”

“Tall. He’s supposed to be very tall. You’ll see.”

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“She started it and I ended it”(Jax Teller) {Part 2}

Originally posted by uncollectively


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You were walking towards the car when a hand gripped your arm stopping you from moving any further. “Hey doll, Lets get drunk my house alright?” It was Gemma “Oh thank god how many bottles you got?” You asked her “Just enough for us to black out” Gemma smirked smiling back at her “You got it” You replied.

“My car, I don’t need you to be driving when your way passed drunk” She said nodding your head you followed her towards her car and jumped into the passenger seat.

“Like old times?” Gemma said “Like old times Gem” You nodded and sped off towards her house.

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A Dilemma [Eggsy Unwin Imagine - Request].

A/N: Hello, my lovelies! Here’s another Eggsy Unwin request for you all. I really hope it’s okay anon! 

anonymous asked:

Eggsy one shot, please? You and your boyfriend eggsy go on a mission together, and you have to go through as a stripper

Part Two. 

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader. 

Warnings: NSFW, swearing, adult themes and sexual references. 

Disclaimer: Nope, I don’t own Eggsy or you. You belong to you. 

P.S: Sorry for any pesky mistakes, this has been edited/checked. Also, just a heads up, never feel like you need to sexualise yourself for someone else’s needs. Don’t. You’re not an object. You’re a human being and should be treated as one. 

“A stripper?” you snapped, glaring at Merlin, “you want me to go on this mission, as a stripper?”

Merlin chuckled, shaking his head, “no, just for the party. You need to get into the main suite – to find the keys for the basement, where they’re keeping hostages and intel.”

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Work Comes Home - Part 9

Summary: You work for the company that publishes Hamilton: The Revolution.

Words: 11K+ (I genuinely wasn’t planning on writing this much, it just happened.)

Author’s Note: I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER. But thank you for being so amazing and patient with me while I wrote this and dealt with all my life things that have been happening recently. 

SPECIAL THANKS to the people who helped me get through this and read through the rough drafts of my ramblings: @secretschuylersister, @ourforgottenboleros, @letsgiggletogether, @adothoe, and @iwrotemywayto-revolution. This wouldn’t be here without you. 

Disclaimer: Artistic liberties taken regarding the publishing world and timeline. I’ve put the warnings below and tagged them as well just in case. As always, let me know if there are any glaring mistakes. I always love feedback!

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Alcohol

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Five Times Chloe Sabotaged Marinette’s Dates and One Time She Didn’t

So, @simplyagreste mentioned me in this post-breakup prompts list, and I fell in love with a couple. In particular, the prompt “are you?? sabotaging?? my dates?!?!?” seemed perfect for Chlonette, so have this masterpiece that was definitely not supposed to turn out to be 100 words shy of 4k.

Marinette knew she should have tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. As soon as the topic of past relationships came up, she should have done something: talk about the weather, pretend she received a call, even dump her drink on her lap just to get out of the inevitable question.

“So, what about you? How was your last relationship?”

“It was…” Marinette searched for a word as her date began to look increasingly concerned. “Well, let’s just say it was an experience I’m glad is behind me.”

“Funny, you seemed to enjoy it at the time.”

Marinette turned to look in the direction of that irritatingly familiar voice. She should have known even thinking of Chloe would catch her attention and draw her in like a beacon tailor-made for blonde narcissists.

Chloe smirked from the table behind her. “Hey, lovebug.”

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Roots (Part Four)

Originally posted by blondejongin

EXO Fanfic: Fantasy AU
Main Pairing: Female Reader x Byun Baekhyun (Light Fairy)

You are an Elven Outsider living in the Human World, living peacefully as a florist and gardener. But your peace shatters when you are discovered by a Representative from the Council of the Other World. Will he discover your secrets?

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‘Go on a date with me Blossom,’ he said, and you blinked at the sudden intensity of his voice, ‘I’ll pick you up later.

‘Idiot,’ you cursed under your breath.


You blinked and blushed, seeing your customer looking at you in alarm, a mild look of offence on his face, and his hand frozen half way to handing over his money to you.

‘Oh, no sir, I am sorry,’ you said quickly, pulling yourself to together, ‘I was talking to myself.’

The customer looked at you warily as he deposited the money in your hand, picked up his order, and left the store.

As the door swung shut behind him, you let out a deep breath and then a grunt of frustration.

‘Uuuhhh,’ you groaned leaning your elbows on your counter and burying your head in your hands.

After Baekhyun had shot off that morning, you had been in a state of panic. What were you going to do?

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Junior pt2

 Junior had changed a lot since becoming a crew emmber of the Jolly roger. Killian has become like a brother to her and the men have become her family. As she has no memeory of who she was she doesn’t have anyone to hold her reputation for and so she is a little on the wild side.

Warnings: swearing, very light girl on girl smut(just some heated smoochies in an alley)

Pairing: Killian x adopted sibling!reader, unnamed woman from the bar x reader ;)

Sorry for any mistakes it was kinda rushed.

tags at the bottom.

Part 1


  “Junior!’ Killian’s voice rang up to me where I sat in the eagles nest atop the Jolly Roger.

  “What?” I called down.

  “We’ve been docked for an hour,” he leant casually against the ramp rail. “I found a nice dress shop you’d like,”

I glared at him as I climbed down the roped ladder.

  “Ha, ha, very funny,” I said sarcastically.

I punched him in the arm as I walked past him and down the ramp.

  “Seriously though,” he said walking after me. “I did find a decent pub we could get ale and a hot meal from. Or at least a warm meal,”

  “You had me at ‘ale’” I chuckled.

  “Now I know you’ve learned to handle yourself the years you’ve been with us,” he gave me his Big Brother look. “But no going off on your own,”

I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off.

  “And that mean without a Jolly Roger crew member,” he said sternly, knowing what I was going to argue. “Not the company of some gross man you find in the bar,”

  “Sure thing KJ,” I looped my arm through his and dragged him along. “Thanks for not calling me a whore this time, brother,”

I did as told and didn’t leave the bar with some gross strange man. Instead I left with a beautiful strange woman.

I winked at Killian as I lead this woman by the hand out the door of the pub.

I dragged her round the corner into the alley by the pub and pushed her against the wall with my hands on her shoulders and my hips against her own, one of my legs pressed hard between her thighs.

   “you sure know what you’re doing,” she moaned as I attatched my mouth to her neck and sucked hard, smiling at the purple mark I left just bellow her ear.

   “Thanks,” I sighed back. “I’ve had practice,”

   “How old are you?” she asked btween kisses as her hands ran through my hair.

   “Not sure,” I said back before kissing her mouth roughly. “My memory only goes back like 5 years,”

   “That’s so sad,” she pulled away and looked at me with pity.

I got a little frustrated. “Not really,” I grumbled. “If I don’t remember my life before now it’s probably because it sucked. All the memories I do have are great,”

I moved in closer and looked at her for permission. when she smiled a attacked her neck once again.

I didn’t actually get to take her anywhere to finish off our little daliance.

I had her pinned against the alley wall when killian came round the corner, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

   “Sorry to interupt,” he smiled at the girl I was with.

(i didn’t get her name ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

   “Junior we’ve gotta go,” He spun round and began walking back out to the street.

   “Why?” I grumbled, resting my chin in my hand with my elbow on his back.

i waved goodbye to the girl with a wink and she just looked at me so confused.

   “Just some issues playing cards,” I could hear a smirk in Killian’s voice.

Suddenly the street was lit up by light pouring out the open pub door.

   “HEY!” A group of men started piling out of the pub in attempts to get to Killian.

He put me and we both ran.

   “What kind of issues in cards caused this you little shit?!” I screamed at Killian as we ran through the street to the docks.

   “Doesn’t matter now does it?” he shouted back.

We managed to hide from the townies and make it back to the Jolly Roger with no further incidents.

   “You idiot!” I whack Killian in the arm as I yelled at him. “What did you do? Did you cheat? Did you steal something?”

   “Ow,” He grumbled. “And yes, yes. I did both of those things,”

He held up a silver necklace with a large dark blue stone in the pendant.

   “I thought you’d like it,” he smiled sheepishly. 

   “You almost got us killed and ruined my night with a beautiful woman for a necklace?” I glared at him. Then I smirked proudly and took the necklace from him. “Thank you,”

   “Go get some rest before we leave again,” he patted my on the head then went up to the quarter deck to go over some charts.

I was woken by shouting on deck.

I threw on my jacket and ran out to see the sky was filled with dark clouds and the men were struggling to keep the sails still in the devilish winds.

   “Killian!?” I shouted over the noise.

   “Over here!” he was standing by the helm desperately trying to steer the ship.

   “What the hell happened?” I yelled once reaching his side. “Where are we?”

   “The seas here are controlled by a magic user,” he explained.

   “What?” I looked at him in disbelief. “What kind of sorcerer has this kind of power?”

   “Peter Pan,” he scowel when he said the name.

He’d mentioned the name before. The ageless demon boy who killed Killian’s brother Liam.

   “We’re in the Never Seas,” I said.

Killian nodded. “I didn’t mean to bring us here. I think it was some kind of trap,”

   “Trap?” I repeated. “For who?”

   “Either for me or for you,” he looked at me sadly.

   “For me?” I raised my eyebrows. “Why me?”

   “I saw the boy’s Shadow watching you a few weeks ago,” he continued. “I think Pan wants you for something,”

I felt a sudden wave of nausea. Something I’d never experienced while at sea. Only a few times when drinking heavily.

   “What could he want from me?” I asked, suddenly very afraid.

   “I dunno sweetheart,” Killian put his hand reasurringly on my shoulder. “I promise I won’t let him hurt you,”

   “how are we going to leave?” I cried.

   “I don’t know,” He was about to speak again when something pulled me up from the ship so fast I barely had time to react.

   “Junior!” Killian screamed.

I looked at the thing carrying me and saw a faceless shadow. Faceless save for the piercing white eyes that bore into me.

I thought I would be more afraid.

I should’ve been screaming in fear.

But something about this shadow seemed familiar.

   “Do I know you?” I said cautiously as the Jolly roger became tof ar away to see.

   “You’ have known me for a long time,” the shadows voice echoed in my head.

It began to descend and I looked down to see an island that also felt familier. Like I’d lived here for a time. Like home.

   “Neverland,” I breathed as the shadow put me down.

I was going to asked why I knew this place and why he said I’d known him but he didn’t stay. He simply flew away and vanished over the tree tops.

Well shit. I thi=ought. Killian will come for me eventually. Might as well wait.

I turned to face the ocean where I could barely make out the Jolly roger on the horizon. A tiny grey spek in the distance.

at the rate the winds are blowing I don’t think they’ll get here until tomorrow. And if that Pan person is delaying them.

I began walking along the shore line back and forth thinking of what to do if I ran into any of Pan’s forces while alone here.

There was some rustling in the bushes behind me and I reached for my scabbard at my hip. My blood ran cold when I remembered I’d left it in my quarters on the ship.

   “Unnarmed?” a voice called and a boy with the face of an elf stepped through the shrubbery.

He was attractive for someone who live on an uncivilised ilsand.

His face and clothes had a thin layer of dirt but it only added to his looks.

There was another boy behind him.

Taller, hooded. He had a jagged scar running from above his left eye to the opisite side of his mouth.

He too was very attractive.

   “who are you then?” I put my hand on my hip, honestly unafraid.

   “I’m Peter,” the elf-boy smiled. “Peter Pan,”

   “Ah yes,” I smiled. “The one who killed my friends brother,”

Pan’s face screwed up a little as if this was an event he’d forgotten.

   “I’ve killed many people so your friend shouldn’t feel special,” Pan said plainly, his eyebrows raised.

The hooded boy’s face suddnely changed, like he’d remembered or realised osmething.

He stepped forward and took of his hood, looking at me with a strange expression. like he wasn’t sure what he was looking at was real.

Pan looked at him with confusion. “Felix what’s the matter?”

   “I know you,” Felix spoke.

   “You do?” Pan and I said in unison.




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BTS Reacts: The Boy’s Secret Bet

Request: Bts reacting to you finding out that the reason they approached you was because of a bet even though you’re an item now and they’ve actually fallen for you. I’m in the mood for a bit of angst.

Originally posted by crispyjin

Seokjin (Jin)

“What?” The word quietly escaped your lips without your persmission, voicing aloud the confusion running rampant in your mind.

“It was only supposed to be a joke, (Y/N). We never meant any harm by it. But look! Look how happy we are. I wouldn’t give you up for the worl-”

“Oh, so this whole relationship is a joke now? Seokjin, tell me something.” His eyes widened at you use of his name, realizing how upset you were. First names were only used in serious fights, everything else were one of the billions of pet names you had for each other. You pinched the bridge of your nose with a your thumb and forefinger.

“Did you plan to end this in a week or so after we met? Just to say you won that stupid bet?”

Seokjin’s silence deafened your ears, though it spoke volumes louder than you ever wanted to hear. You snorted.

Seokjin took your small hand in his large ones, rubbing soothing circles into the back of your palm. He ducked his head to catch your gaze. “Look, (Y/N). We were all being stupid. Hell, we were probably all really drunk. I wasn’t thinking; none of us were. But I love you now, isn’t that what matters?”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Yoongi (Suga)

“Do you even remember that night?” Jeongguk laughed, nose scrunching. You smiled fondly at him from across the living room, to the couch he was sitting on. Your leaned back into the comforting warmth of Yoongi, his arm draped across the back of the couch behind you.

Yoongi snorted. “Barely,” came the low register of his voice. “When (Y/N) texted me a couple days later, I had no idea who she was. I thought she might have been a fan that gotten my number somehow.”

You smiled at the memories that filtered in your mind. Yoongi had been so shy when your first date rolled around, that you could hardly believe it was the same guy that approached you brazenly at the bar. You opened your mouth to make a remark, but Jeongguk beat you to it. “Can you imagine if Hoseok-hyung never made that bet? You guys wouldn’t even know each other!”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, lips parted as you looked to Yoongi’s side profile for answers. His tongue was prodded into the side of his cheek, a clear sign he was irritated. “What bet, Yoongi?” you asked quietly.

Yoongi quickly looked at your puzzled expression, something like guilt filling his dark eyes. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” he uttered.

Jeongguk’s eyes widened, apologies mumbled under his breath as he excused himself from the dorm living room. You mind wrapped around Jeongguk’s words, trying to find the reason he would string those words together. Your mind only came to one conclusion. Anger rose suddenly in your chest, the pin-prickle feeling becoming almost unbearable as unwelcome tears glassed over your eyes. “Did you ask me out on a bet, Yoongi?”

Yoongi licked his lips and looked away, unable to meet your eyes anymore. He sighed. “Yeah, it was a bet.”

“You told me you approached me because you found me attractive-,”

“(Y/N), I did, I still do but it wa-”

“How would you know, you were drunk! Your friends made you ask me out because you were drunk, and just got lucky that we clicked. Did you even enjoy our first date? We’re you drunk then too?” Your voice raised unintentionally with each accusation.

“(Y/N).” His first warning. You always had a knack for saying things you didn’t mean when you argued, your anger and hurt just got the better of you.

“No, Yoongi,” You stood, facing him. He watched you, irritation burning behind his dark orbs. “I built my future around this relationship. One that you clearly in the beginning thought of as a joke.”

Originally posted by hohbi

Hoseok (J-Hope)

You stood in the doorway, left hand resting on the frame. Your lips parted to speak, but words wouldn’t come. “What did you say?” you breathed.

Hoseok’s eyes widened. “(Y/N), what’re you doing here? I tought you weren’t coming over till later.” He ended the call, forgoing even saying goodbye to whoever he was talking to. Hoseok stood from his bed, walking towards you. You took a tentative step back, clutching the bag of groceries tighter to your hip.

“I…I was going to make us dinner before we watched the movie.” You looked up to meet his softened expression. He smiled gently.

“I would like that a-”

“What did you mean it was just a bet?”

You had never been one to shy away from your feelings, your thoughts; expressing them for what they were and Hoseok loved that about you. His gentle smile faded from his lips and made his way back to his bed, and sat down, motioning for you to sit next to him. You reluctantly set the groceries down on the bedside table and sat next to him, leaving enough distance to let him know just how hurt you were.

“Do…you remember the night I asked you on a date? At that Japanese restaurant?” Hoseok asked slowly. Your brows furrowed at the inquiry. This wasn’t the start of the conversation you were expecting.

“I mean…yeah. You asked if I wanted to sit with you and the boys at your table, and I promptly told you that I was perfectly capable of eating sushi by myself at the bar.” You couldn’t help the smile that lifted the corners of your lips at the memory.

“And then I openly begged you to sit at our table because we were trying to get Jeongguk to be more open around women?”

You smiled wider, cringing in embarrassment for your past self as you tried shamelessly flirting with Jeongguk to bring him out of his comfort zone. And it backfired. Hard.

“Well,” Hoseok looked down to his lap, large hand rubbing the nape of his neck. “I lied.”

Your smile disappeared, a cocktail of confusion and anger mixing dangerously in you chest. “Hoseok,” you warned.

“(Y/N), I know, but they bet that you wouldn't’ come sit with us if I asked you and I didn’t think you would, so I used Jeongguk as bait and-”

“Hoseok, I all but threw myself at Jeongguk to try and get him to talk to me! Do you know how desperate that made me look?” You stood up from the bed, accusatory glare aimed in his direction. “Even when I came over and joined your table and we all laughed? Were you guys laughing at me the entire time?”

“No, (Y/N), we weren’t, I swear.” Hoseok horror-struck eyes looked up to meet your dark glare. “We were laughing at him. They thought you were funny! So did I! That’s why I asked for your number afterwards, I promise, (Y/N). We didn’t mean any harm.”

Originally posted by bambamisaboomyinmypants

Namjoon (Rap Monster)

“How many that night?” You folded your arms across your chest, gaze hard as you stood at the foot of Namjoon’s bed.

“(Y/N), really, why-”

“How. Many?” Your eyes closed in irritation, enunciating each word, brow pinched between thumb and forefinger.

“3. You were number 2.” Namjoon looked down to his lap, plump bottom lip worrying between his teeth.

You snorted loudly, turning away from him. A dry laugh bubbled up from your throat. “Okay,” you nodded and turned to face him. “Did you give all of them your number? What, was I the only one that actually responded to your texts after you bought drinks?”

“Look, that whole night was a mistake! Except for meeting you! I wasn’t thinkin-”

“Clearly!” you laughed sarcastically. “Did you fuck them, too? Or was I the only one desperate enough for that?”

Namjoon’s silence rang loudly in your ears.

“Kim Namjoon, you answer me, or this relationship will be over.” Your threat was low, you knew, but your anger was getting the best of you.

“Just the first girl and you. But after we started talking, I swear, I dropped her.” Namjoon met your rage fueled glare with concerned eyes. “(Y/N), I love you, don’t end our relationship over a stupid bet I made when I was drunk.” Begging was always what got you, the final push he would give for you to forgive him for whatever stupid mistake he had made, no matter how small.

“Namjoon, I…” your voice broke, something akin to betrayal drilling a hole in your heart. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew it would hurt. And I hate hurting you, (Y/N), but you needed to know. I know you would tell me if the situation was reversed.”

Your skin crawled at the thought of Namjoon touching another woman the same way he had touched you, whispered the same sweet nothings into your hair as he undressed you, all in the same night. “I can’t,” you whispered, tears streaming down your face. You shook your head. “The thought of you just touching her is what I hate most. I-I can’t let this go.”

Originally posted by baby-mochi


You stared blankly at Jimin’s anxious expression, plump lips parted and chocolate eyes wide. His set features would have been rather endearing if hadn’t for the truth that had escaped through the playful argument that just took a sudden nosedive. Your mind flooded with too many thoughts and questions all at once, leaving your immediate response to be confusion and anger. You inhaled a shaky breath.

“A bet?” You repeated the word, one eyebrow raised. Your gaze never faltered and you watched as he squirmed under your scrutiny.

“I-it was stupid. We all had a couple drinks, and they bet me to ask a couple of girls out and-”

“You’re digging yourself an early grave, Jimin.” You pinched your brow to keep your hands from shaking. You took a couple of steadying breaths to regain your composure, but failed.

“This wasn’t supposed to be an argument, Jagi, It was just a joke, but the point is, I love yo-,” You cut Jimin’s excuses off by waving a hand in the air, a dry laugh escaping your throat as you walked down the hallway, if for nothing else than to put some distance in between you. Your throat tightened around the words that were itching to escape.

Turning on your heel, you walked back towards him, anger fueling your steps. Jimin took two cautious steps back. “I should have listened to my friends; they warned me you were a dog, smiling at anything that passed by with a skirt,” you spit. You cocked your head to the side. “Tell me,” Your momentary pause caused him to look up at you, brows pinched together, jaw set tight. “How many girls did you ask out that night before you finally settled on me? Hm?”

Your chest was heaving from adrenaline heavy in your veins. Anger flared in your chest as he rolled his eyes and exhaled sharply. “(Y/N), none of that matters now. That was months ago!” he exclaimed.

“No!” Your shrill outburst caused him to flinch back. You would have felt terrible for his reaction, but hurt blossomed over the anger in your chest and weighed you down. “It does matter. I was head over heels for you.” You looked up at the ceiling, tears stinging your eyes. “I told myself that even though your words were slurred and I could smell the alcohol on your breath, that you really wanted it. Us. But all I was, was a bet. A challenge.”

You watched his careful façade fall apart, the stoic set of his stare break down into silent horror as you shelled out your honest feelings. Jimin’s eyes searched yours, for what, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. It felt like the last 9 months of your life was a joke to him, an old story he would laugh about when was drunk with his friends.

“I need some space,” you said abruptly, walking towards the kitchen. You grabbed your keys from the bowl and made for the door, no real destination in mind.

“(Y/N), please. Just hear me out,” Jimin pleaded, grabbing your wrist. You jerked your hand back immediately, as if his touch was acid on your skin. You gave an irriateted sigh and reached for the door. “Seriously, (Y/N). You’re taking this too far!”

“No, Park Jimin!” You threw your keys on the floor and turned around to face him, and accusatory finger pointed at him. “You took this too far when you pretended to like me. To flirt with me. To lead me on so hard, that I built my life around you in hopes we could actually be something. To learn that this all started out as a joke, hurts. Bad. Do you even remember where our first kiss was? What you said to me right after?”

“It was…I mean how should I-,”

“Namjoon’s 25th birthday party, you were drunk out of your mind, and after you finally kissed me, something I had been dreaming about before you even acknowledged my existence, all you could say was ‘Hand me another beer’.”

Jimin grimaced, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

“No fireworks, no butterflies, no ‘one more,’. Just booze,” you finished quietly. You picked up your keys from the floor and opened the screen door. “Whatever I was fooling myself into thinking this relationship was, forget it. I’m done pretending I don’t see the real you.”

Originally posted by celinet7

Taehyung (V)

“Who told you that?”

You snorted at Taehyung’s aversion. Licking your dry lips, you looked away, tears threatening to spill over. Your voice was quiet, shaky. “Last night,” you began. “Jeongguk wouldn’t stop talking about it. He must have had one too many,” you sniffed and wiped the back of your hand under your nose.

“(Y/N),” Taehyung called softly. The sound of his deep voice calling your name sent tears crashing down your cheeks. You closed you eyes and sighed deeply. “Whatever he said, it’s not true. He was drunk; he was talking out of his ass.” He moved a large hand and placed it gently on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles into your jeans. You hugged the couch pillow tighter to yourself.

“Are you sure you didn’t ‘have it in the bag’?” You cocked an eyebrow at Taehyung, eyes glassed over with more tears you weren’t willing to shed. He spluttered, mouth agape and eyes searching for words that wouldn’t come. “Said you weren’t even nervous, kept talking like you already had me,” you finished.

You watched as he struggled to find the right words to say to talk his way out of this. His hand had stopped moving in favor to sift through his thoughts and excuses. “I-I was probably drunk, (Y/N). Really, it was just a silly bet.”

You thoughts came to a halt. Really, this was the best excuse he could come up with?

“Tae,” you dipped your head to catch his gaze. “You weren’t drinking. You were the DD that night, you drove me home. Remember?” You watched as his eyes darted away from yours, unable to meet your gaze. A hollow laugh escaped your lips and you looked away.

You stood and placed the pillow back on the couch. “Well.” You straightened and gathered what little pride you had left. You turned to look at Taehyung’s ashamed face, still unable to meet your face. “Why didn’t you bet on how fast you could lose me. At least that would’ve gotten more than just a good fuck.”

Originally posted by junqkookied

Jeongguk (Jungkook)

“So,” You plopped down on Jeongguk’s bed, pillows flying under your weight. “I was talking to Jimin.” You fidgeted with your fingers in your lap.

Jeongguk puffed out his cheeks and blew out air, concentrating on the game match he was currently completely invested in. “Well, that’s never a good thing,” he retorted. The screen filled with scores, signifying that his team had lost. Jeongguk cursed under his breath. 

You watched as he accepted another group match, and your fidgeting fingers halted. Your hands acted before you could reign them in, taking the wireless controller from him and hitting the power button in the middle, closing out his game completely.

“(Y/N), what are yo-” his glare softened when he took in your small frame, unable to meet his eyes. Jeongguk angled his body towards you and reached up to stroke your arm. “What’s wrong?”

“I talked to Jimin,” you repeated, your eyes still locked onto your fingers laid against your thighs. You licked your dry lips, hoping the words would somehow manifest without you having to confront him about it. You swallowed thickly and urged your voice to speak.

“He said the only reason you asked me out was because of a bet that you wouldn’t do it, or I wouldn’t say yes.” You finally looked up, his worried and uncertain thoughts plain as day across his face. “He said he thought I should know. Didn’t want me to get hurt.” Your last words came out as a mumble, almost an afterthought.

“(Y/N), I…” Jeongguk blinked, looking away, desperately searching for the right words to say in the confines of his comforter. “I swear, I didn’t want to do it at first. The bet, I mean. I like dating you, don’t get me wrong; you’re amazing. But you know how the boys get. It was all in good fun, I promise.” His chocolate orbs desperately searched yours for any signs of anger or hurt from his words.

A/N: I hate everything about these, I’m so sorry

Work Comes Home - Part 10 - C

Summary: You work for the company that publishes Hamilton: The Revolution.

Words: Approx. 5300

Author’s Note: Here it is, the final part. Thanks for letting me write this rambling story and share it with you. <3 

Disclaimer: Artistic liberties taken regarding the publishing world and timeline. I’ve put the warnings below and tagged them as well just in case. As always, let me know if there are any glaring mistakes. I always love feedback!

Warnings: Allusions to sex, possible swearing

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anonymous asked:

Can I request a scenario - or headcanon if you don't want to do a scenario - of Todoroki's s/o and Momo ( one of Todoroki's closest friends ) who hate each other? It can be about Todoroki finding out that they can't stand each other, how he deal with it.. Anything, I leave the story to you :^) I just thought it would be funny since Momo is one of my faves and Todoroki my fave lol

Hi dear! Omg, I laughed so much when I read it the first time because, really, poor Todoroki. We girls can be hella scary when mad! I choose to do headcanons because I had too many ideas and didn’t know how to combine them together I hope it’s fine! It was so funny to write, thank you! (In case you want more, let me know what!)

Have a nice day!

Todoroki x ReaderWhoHatesMomo Headcanons

-Okay, let’s be honest. Todoroki doesn’t get it immediately that you and Momo hate each other. It’s true that you tried to hide it a bit, but he’s just dense. He also can’t quite understand why. I mean, Momo is such a nice girl?

When he says that to you, you usually growl and he backs off because he can still recognize when an animal is angry and dangerous.

-Imagine all the little moments when is totally confused because he doesn’t know of your rivalry.

“SO…is that Bakugou’s extra-spicy tabasco sauce?”


“And isn’t that Momo’s glass?”

“Uh! How stupid of me! I made a mistake.”

“There’s her name written on it.”

“Then I just made a big mistake.”

“Wait- What was that?”

“What, Shouto?”

“The expression Momo just made, for half of a second.”

“A glare, Shouto. It was a glare.”

“Momo doesn’t glare. She doesn’t know how to glare.”

“How naïve. Trust me, she glares and she’s good at it.”


“I didn’t know Momo knew that kind of words…”

“Yeah, she came up with new creative insults recently.”

“What? You have heard her swearing before?”

“I’m her principal inspiration, of course, I’ve heard her swearing before.”

“During training, we shouldn’t send our adversary to the infirmary SO!”

“Tell Momo.”

“I would, but she’s lying unconscious in a bed in the infirmary!”

“Aren’t you proud of how strong your girlfriend is?”

“I’m more concerned about your smirk now.”

“Which smirk?”

“The one that you’re making now, the same Bakugou shows when he looks at Midoriya.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

-The moment you two finally tell him the truth he’s dumbfounded. He doesn’t know how to react, just stays there in silence as you two start quarreling about something trivial.

It dawns on him like a cold shower: this is going to be hell.

-He gives you The Talk where he explains that it’s not a problem for him until things don’t escalate and he won’t force the two of you to be friends. He also asks you to be honest but not exaggerated. The last part went unheard, the only thing you promise is to try and fight when he’s not present.

-He usually tries to divide his time wisely. He spends an afternoon or have lunch/coffee with Momo at least once or twice a week to not lose her friendship, but spend the rest of the time with you.

-However, during group hang-outs or parties he suffers. A lot. Sometimes he freezes the two of you when things escalate or picks you up and drags you away, while Mina or Jirou keep Moko down and try to calm her.

Unfortunately, he can’t freeze your tongues. He never knew that coldness and sharp witness could be that devastating without using a single curse, he’s partially impressed.

-It’s going to remain impressed in everyone’s memory the day Bakugou clapped during a particularly heated verbal fight between you and Momo and whistled an “I’m fucking impressed.” Todoroki slammed his head against the table.

-The only times he takes action seriously, it’s when you start feeling insecure or doubting his love for you. Saying that maybe he’d be better off with Momo. He accepts none of that crap. He makes you sit down, cups your cheeks and speaks in a calm, but firm voice.

“I’ve chosen you, not Momo. She’s a dear friend, yet you’re my only girlfriend and the only person I love with all my heart. This is something you should never doubt.”

His kisses afterward are very convincing.

-Everyone is surprised that in the end, he gets used to it. Freezing you both, dragging you away, placing a hand on your mouth, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you calm…he’s unfazed, face blank as usual.

-He also gets resigned to the fact he’s going to be an accidental, innocent victim of the pranks you to make to each other. He’s going to never forget the day he drank the tea Momo had salted thinking it was yours.

He’s also very wary of doors and strange objects in the bed. Or unknown food/drinks. Or wrapped gifts. Or…well, practically everything unknown.

-The only days you establish a truce are Christmas and Todoroki’s birthday. They’re the most important occasions of the year and you have to join forces to make him happy. First thing is forcing him to celebrate with everyone and not getting stuck at home with Endeavour. Second, you accompany him to his mother (She’s known about the rivalry from the moment she met you and finds it incredibly funny). Third, you give him the hugs and warmth he deserves.

-You’ve learnt that when Todoroki clicks his tongue and frowns, he’s going to freeze you. So, suddenly you and Momo are all quiet and calm again, seated and enjoying the company.

-Bakugou cheers for you and Todoroki smacks his head every time he yells aloud to “beat her ass”. Obviously, this enrages the blond and in ten seconds you and Momo have to put your rivalry aside and avoid Bakugou and Todoroki destroy something.

-Rumors say that Todoroki has once asked Shinsou to use his Quirk to keep the two of you calm and peaceful for a day. Rumors also say actually Shinsou refused because he finds your arguments amusing. Someone dared to say he and Bakugou have bets going on.

-Aizawa once put the two of you training together so that you could vent and sort it all out. His mistake. He had to deactivate your quirks. Todoroki was slightly traumatized: he didn’t expect to feel such a blood-thirst coming from his favorite, petite girls.

-All the girls find this situation amusing and the force the two of you to behave during all-girls outings. You’ve soon discovered that an angry Uraraka is scarier than everybody else, even than Aizawa.

-Todoroki’s worst nightmare? The “Who’s right?” Question. Different people testify they have seen him fleeing from the window once.

One Last Bite Epilogue: The Problem Pt. 2

Kim Donghan (main) x OC ft. Kim Yongguk, Kwon Hyunbin, and Kim Taedong

genre: Vampire AU

summary: already starting to accept your fate, you suddenly get hit by reality that being a vampire isn’t what it seems. having to adjust to your new, eternal life, you begin to become nervous as you face a couple of obstacles that bothered you. with the help of your boyfriend and his brothers, you come up with ways to help solve everything or else you will have to keep yourself hidden from everyone you loved, including your family.

W!: a bit of profanity, a lil straightforward/suggestive conversation lol

A/N: this marks the end of the One Last Bite series~ will start on the other vampire’s stories soon. c:

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8 Things I Hate About You

Verkwan fluff/attempt at humor (don’t get ya hopes up tho i’m not funny) for @cheolhan ❤🍸 unbeta’d so please tell me if there are any mistakes!!

1. Your laughter
Seungkwan huffed from his spot on the couch, glaring daggers into the direction of Vernon, Chan and Minghao, all of whom were busy playing some stupid game.
“Lee Chan, I swear to God, if you throw another shell at me, you won’t ever see the light of day aga-” The rest of the sentence was a rather colourful curse, drowned out by Vernon’s loud laughter.
Loud, weird laughter. Who even laughs like that? You sound like a goat, Seungkwan wanted to say, but whatever. Not that he cared. It was just that… um… it was distracting! He could barely focus on his book because of that idiot laughing. And no, he definitely didn’t want to hear that laugh everyday for the rest of his life. Pfft. No. Why would he?

2. Your eyes
Seungkwan felt like a furious bunny as he stared at Vernon’s profile, the other boy fortunately not noticing. Why were his eyes so light? They shouldn’t be. Maybe if they were in the sun, it would be acceptable, but now? In the low light of the living room? No way. And the lashes? How could they be so long - surely it wasn’t natural? It made Vernon look like some cute-wait what? It made him look like some animal. A cow, for example. No, cows definitely aren’t cute, Seungkwan angrily convinced himself.

3. Your hair
How could it be so shiny? And smooth? And soft, even after being bleached and dyed and re-bleached and re-dyes so many times? Witchcraft, Seungkwan thought to himself as he brushed his fingers through the silky locks belonging to the boy currently sleeping in his lap. It wasn’t possible for someone to looks this cute with hair covering half their face either. It wasn’t just witchcraft, it was some sort of satanical black magic.
“Hey, Kwannie, do you wanna-” Seokmin was cut of by Seungkwan’s hiss.
“Shut it, can’t you see he’s sleeping?” He rolled his eyes. “I swear, hyungs these days have no respect…”

4. Your sleep
Seungkwan ran his fingers gently along Vernon’s jawline after a terrified Seokmin left, as if to ensure that the younger boy would stay asleep. It was stupid, tiring, and frustating, that Vernon was so cute and calm while sleeping. Every worry melted away from his face, making him look like a puppy. Seungkwan really wanted to deny the cuteness, but he couldn’t because he is weak and natural selection will surely get him soon. Hopefully it would be during one of these moments. That would be a good death.

5. The things you do to me
Seungkwan felt attacked, discriminated, and violated. He could have become blind, deaf, and mute. He could have died. This was a murder attempt.
All because of a certain Hansol Vernon Chwe, who couldn’t behave like a normal person for even just a few minutes. Seriously, the vlive wasn’t nearly boring enough for Vernon to have to kiss. His. Head. To make it interesting. Okay, sure, the fans’ reactions were amusing but Seungkwan felt the aforementioned natural selection coming for his weak heart as soon as he felt soft lips on his hair. One day, he would become the youngest person in the world to die of a heart attack, and a certain Hansol Vernon Chwe would be the one responsible for it.

6. Your smile
Seungkwan tried really hard to digest the butterflies in his stomach, but he was unfortunate enough to be sitting right in front of the cutest boy on earth- scratch that, Hansol Vernon Chwe, who was currently smiling at him. The heart attack was near, oh, so very near. While the pleasure of hearing Vernon’s laughter could be, hm, questionable sometimes, his smile was definitely a nice sight. Not that anybody other than Seungkwan should be able to see it. He didn’t want to have to bail Vernon out of prison for accidentially killing people with cuteness.

7. How silly you are
“WE’RE GOING ON A TRIP, IN OUR FAVOURITE ROCKET SHIP!” Was the first thing Seungkwan heard as he entered the dorm. Immediately followed by a rapped version of the My Little Pony theme song, performed by noone other than - you guessed it - Hansol Vernon Chwe. Seungkwan sighed deeply and tried his best not to smile like an idiot. He failed. But it didn’t matter, because Vernon’s the actual idiot out of the two of them.

8. How much you make me love you
“Seungkwannie, I’m sorry~” Vernon whined into his ear, hugging him from behind and almost making him fall over with how much taller he was. Seungkwan only huffed in response to the younger’s statement, choosing to further ignore him.
“Will you forgive me if I give you twenty kisses?” Vernon asked, planting one on Seungkwan’s ear.
“…Fifty.” Seungkwan muttered.
“One hundred.”
“Fine.” Vernon whispered, turning Seungkwan around in his embrace and starting from his forehead, to his nose, cheeks, and lips.
Why was Seungkwan mad again?

8. How loved you make me feel
For the seemingly millionth time, Seungkwan felt like his heart was gonna stop. Or burst. Or implode. Or he was just having a heart attack - again.
Vernon absentmindedly pressed a kiss to his neck, intensifying the elder’s feelings to lever 9000.
Seungkwan’s day had been shit. The worst part was that it was shit mostly because of really stupid reasons, making Seungkwan unable to talk about it. First, he woke up with a sore throat. Second, his headphones started breaking. Third, he found a hole in his favourite sock. Though what really made him break down in tears was the lack of sourcream in their fridge, and it was too late to go and buy some at that point.
But Vernon. Vernon didn’t ask questions, Vernon understood. That’s how Seungkwan found himself in this situation - his tears had been dried, he was wrapped in blankets and his sleeping boyfriend’s arms, and he was feeling ten times better without even having done anything. Plus, Vernon promised they would go and buy sourcream first thing in the morning.
Maybe he didn’t actually hate Vernon after all.
Scratch that.
Seungkwan loved Vernon, and there was no point in denying it anymore.

Altar (E.D) PT 3

“Im so glad to see you” Ethan chirped as he pulled me in for a tight hug. I closed my eyes and took in the moment before we pulled away. “Yeah me too” I faked a smile as we walked into my kitchen. “So, whatcha wanna do?” He looked up at me and I swear, his eyes sparkled. I don’t know how since he wasn’t a damn cartoon character or Disney Prince, but they did. And they sucked me into a trance. I guess I was staring for too long since Ethan snapped his fingers in my face about 5 times. “Cupcake?” He laughed softly as I shook my head, eyes darting towards the left and back towards him almost immediately. “Huh? Oh sorry, I was just thinking.”
“Well, I could use some of your ideas.” Ethan said as he sat down onto the couch. “What for?” I asked as I plopped down besides him. “The engagement party, I don’t know what to do-”
I cut him off, I didn’t mean to come off rude but what I said next had a bit of an attitude to it. “Shouldn’t you be talking to Valerie about this?” I asked, my voice going up in a mocking tone when I said her name. “You’re right but I just wanted some ideas to start it off with, you always have great ideas, Y/N” Ethan grinned pulling me down into his side for a hug. “Sure..” I mumbled as I grabbed the remote, flicking on the TV. “Oh! Let’s watch “The girl I cant have”!“ Ethan exclaimed grabbing the remote from my grasp. I smacked him in the side of his head and chuckled softly at his dramatic reaction. But then my eyes averted towards the screen and I sunk down in my seat, truth was I hated “The girl I cant have” because it described my life story. A boy was in love with his bestfriend who’s a girl but she’s getting married to her rich, handsomer fiancé. Except the bestfriends get together at the end. That’s definitely not happening with me and Ethan. It was Ethan’s favorite movie, why? I didn’t know. All I knew was that he loved it.

20 minutes into the movie and Ethan and I were cuddled next to eachother under the blanket. This was probably going to be my only chance to be alone with him before he gets married so might as well make it last. “Hey E?” I asked lifting my head up off his shoulder. He hummed in response and turned to meet my intense gaze. “Um..so-”
I honestly didn’t even know what to say to him. I just said that to get his attention, I wanted his attention because after he would officially become Valerie’s lawfully wedded husband, god knows I was never going to see Ethan for a long long time. “Cupcake?” He asked as he sat up to pause the movie. “You okay? You seem out of it?” He asked as he raised an eyebrow. “What?! No, no I’m fine. Promise.” I smiled and stole the remote from him, “Hey!” He exclaimed and tackled me down onto the ground, he pinned my arms above my head and his breath was hot against my face. I could feel my heart thumping loudly against my chest and I didn’t know how to stop it. It was beating so loud, that if I could talk to it I’d say “Hey could you beat any louder? Im sure China didn’t hear you.” But of course I wasn’t going to say that, especially not with Ethan hovering directly above me.

As if called on que, Ethan’s fiancé walked in, me and Ethan scrambling up and off the ground almost immediately. My hair disheveled and breath ragged. I didn’t know why I was so flustered, it wasn’t like I had ran a damn marathon. Actually I did run a marathon, a marathon after my heart to catch it before it’d make any stupid mistakes. Like this one.
“Uhm, hey babe.” Valerie forced on a smile as she stalked towards him, her beady eyes turned into slits for a quick second once she glared at me. I swear. She pecked him on the lips and turned to me. “Y/N.” My name rolled off her tongue as if I wasn’t worthy of it. She looked me up and down like I was a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of her heel. I held back a smart remark and smiled as sweetly as I could at her. “Valerie.” I said as I turned to gather my things. “Wait cup- Y/N where are you going?” Ethan asked as Valerie stood there eyeing me down. “Um, I’m kind of tired so I’m just gonna head home.” I mumbled as I threw my hoodie on over my head. “Oh..” was all he said before hugging me. He walked me towards the door and we exchanged our goodbyes. Valerie faked a wave at me just as Ethan shut the door. I turned around and sucked in a shaky breath. Usually Ethan offered to drive me home, especially if it was night, but not this time. I peeked through the window of his apartment and saw him and Valerie in a heated make out session. My eyes stung and my heart hurt. I whipped out my phone to call Grayson but decided not to, it was already so late and he was probably asleep.
I decided to just walk the rest of the way, besides I only lived a few blocks away.

Suddenly I heard footsteps behind me. I chose to ignore them as I neared a corner, assuming it was just someone walking home as well. Just one more block to go. The footsteps got louder as my walking got faster. Walking turned into running as the footstep sounds bounced off the empty streets. I ran into a corner and pulled out my phone. Going to my most recent contacts I called Ethan. Nothing. I called him again and nothing. Okay fuck Grayson’s sleep. I quickly selected his name and he picked up on the second ring. “Y/N-”
“Gray, come get me please. I was walking and I heard footsteps so I hid in a corner please please, please! Come find me.” I whispered close to tears. “Im on my way. Stay on the phone with me and don’t hang up, okay?” Grayson said as calmly as possible. “Mmhmm.” I nodded as I backed myself up against the wall.
I guess Ethan was too busy with Valerie to realize his bestfriend was in danger. That’s fine. Oh, who am I kidding. Its not. And it will never be. I sunk down onto the ground and buried my head in my hands. Suddenly the flash of a bright light neared my way, I looked up and wiped my teary eyes before watching a hooded figure walk towards me. Assuming it was a serial killer I quickly jumped up and grabbed my purse, fishing out the taser Cameron had given me one Christmas. “Stay back! I have a taser!” I yelled aiming it at the man. He pulled off his hoodie and flashed me that warm smile of his. “Gray!” I ran into his arms and held him close. “Oh my god. I have never been more happy to see you.” I gasped as I clutched the hoodie of his sweatshirt. “Hey, kitten what happened? You’re crying, did someone-”
“No, its Ethan.” I muttered as Grayson walked me to his car. “Okay, before we get into that please explain to me why he didn’t drive you home and why you didn’t call me when he didn’t?” Grayson asked as he started up his car. I rolled my eyes since he sounded like my mom when I got home late from school. “Firstly, Ethan was too busy fucking Valerie to offer to drive me home like a gentleman would and secondly, I thought you were asleep I didn’t want to wake you.” I explained throwing my hands up in the air dramatically. Grayson let out a sigh and turned to face me. “Okay, I wasn’t asleep actually I was up editing and fuck my sleep Y/N. If you need help just know that you could always ask me.” Grayson said as I felt my eyes well up. “What’s wrong kitten?” He asked softly. “Thank you.” I let out a shaky breath, “for always being there for me.” I said as a single tear strolled down my cheek. “That’s what bestfriends are for.” Grayson forced a sympathetic smile as he worked at wiping away my tears with his thumb. “Now, Ethan. What’s up with him?” Grayson asked as he drove along the quiet, empty streets of LA. “Well, everything was going good until Valerie walked in on us when Ethan pinned me to the ground.” I explained as Grayson slowly nodded. “And she put on this fake act and I excused myself, Ethan gave me a hug and then shut the door in my face right after.” I said with a huff of annoyance. “My brother’s an idiot.” Grayson mumbled as he held my hand, the other focused on the steering wheel.

When we arrived back to our apartment Grayson waved at me lazily, saying that he was heading off to bed. I nodded and walked into my bathroom to take a hot shower to clear my mind. I stripped out of my clothes and let them carelessly drop the floor. I toed off my socks as I set the water to a comfortable temperature. I released my hair from it’s sloppy bun and allowed it to cascade down my back as I stepped into the shower. I let out a soft sigh as I felt the hot water hit my back. I felt as my back muscles became less tense and began to loosen. I clenched my eyes shut and ran my hands through my soaking wet hair. Then, I cried. A sob escaped my lips and that was it. I was done. I began to cry, full out balling as I slid down against the cold, tiled bathroom wall. I let my head hit the wall of the shower with a thud as I stared into the streaming water. I held onto my chest as if I couldn’t breath but that wasn’t the case. I was holding onto my chest as if I was trying to save my heart from breaking. But it was too late. It broke long ago and now it just completely faded away.
Will I ever get my heart back?

My phone buzzed from the sink, I opened up the curtains and peeked over to get a look.

Grayson: Don’t cry yourself to sleep again. Please. I hate to see you so sad.

Then it buzzed again, this time a different person.

Ethan: one image attached.

I opened it up, unaware of what I was about to see. My phone slipped out my hands and onto the floor, I didn’t care if it shattered like my heart did. I didn’t care one bit. All I cared about was what was attached to that text message.
It scarred me. So much. I had already taken so much damage, he was basically throwing salt onto the wound. Why would he send me that? To hurt me on purpose? What was the point. My phone buzzed again from the floor. I decided to not pick it up and continue cleansing my body. Once I finished I tied a white robe around my naked body and grabbed my phone.
I opened up the text message from Ethan.

Ethan: I know you like him. And that was to show you that you cant have him.

So it wasn’t Ethan who sent the picture..it was Valerie. Of course it was. I opened the picture back up once again and felt my eyes water. Damn it. Why was I hurting myself?

I threw my phone onto my bed and shut the door. I walked down the empty hallways until I neared his room. I knocked on it softly before just opening it. Grayson was asleep so I tip toed around bis bed carefully and slipped into his arms without a peep. “I knew he’d hurt you.” I heard Grayson murmur before he wrapped me comfortably in his arms. I couldn’t help when I started to cry again. Grayson’s eyes fluttered open and he caressed my hair softly. “Shh Kitten, I know.” He mumbled repeatedly as he drew me closer to his chest. “Love sucks.” I spat as I wiped my eyes with my sleeve.
“Indeed it does, kitten.”

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➮ summary: after taeyong breaks your heart you meet jaehyun and things start to turn for the better, and then for the worse.

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“Hey, are you alright?” a deep voice asked, holding a hand out to her.

She looked up to see a handsome man with dark hair and kind eyes holding his pale hand out for her, she timidly set her hand in his. Y/N watched as the muscles in his arms flexed while pulling her off the ground, but turned away quickly as she rubbed her hands along her chilly arms.

“Are you cold?” he asked, starting to pull his coat off for her.

“N-No, it’s alright,” she mumbled, holding her hands out to stop him, but he takes it to his advantage and pulls the sleeves onto her arms. The heat warms her and she sighs in content once he backs away.

“Lucky you, I never get cold, I just wear coats for looks,” he laughed with a sweet grin. She rolled her eyes looking up at him and then noticed her bright red eyes from previously crying. “Oh shit, are you okay? Come on, let’s go outside where it’s less crowded,” he said, setting his hand on the small of her back, and led her outside.

A small swing was outside, a couple occupying it at the moment, but Jaehyun scared them off allowing him and Y/N to sit in peace and quiet. She laughed quietly as she watched the couple scoff and whisper drunkenly on their way inside, but did nothing about it.

Jaehyun ushered Y/N over, and the two sat on the swings as the breeze softly swung the two of them.

“Uh, thank you for everything you’ve done for me,” she whispered, unable to look at him. She raised her hand to her mouth to chew the excess nails away. “I never caught your name though,” she stated, looking over to him, watching as he brushed the curls from his face.

“It’s Jung Yoonoh, but I go by Jaehyun,” he grinned. “You’re Y/N, right? I’m actually a friend of Taeyong’s, but I suspect you found out?” he asked, his voice soft and sweet. She wanted to listen to that vibrato all night, but the words that fell from his lips made him recount his thoughts.


“Oh, did you not know?”

“About him and Seulgi? It was just a one time thing, right?” she asked, but the look on his face changed that thought. She turned her head to the side, tears brimming, “I thought he was just mad, and I had the decency to think that he’d be better than that.”

“It’s been going on for a year now, he always would flaunt that he had two woman, and even a few more every now and again. We all hated how he fooled around, but I’m sorry to say it was none of our business,” he explained to her, she nodded in understanding.

“I understand. Damn, I wish he wasn’t such a coward and just broke it off if he wasn’t happy. No wonder he always came home with a tantrum on his lips.

Jaehyun watched her, his eyes filled with pity as the tears threatened to fall. He stood up, allowing Y/N to cry into his shoulder while he rocked the two of them back and forth. The music inside still beating loud enough for them to follow to the tune.

After a few minutes, she pushed against his chest, making him back away with a small smile. “Thanks,” she whispered, moving back to the swings. He nodded, following after.

It was silent between them until Jaehyun perked up at the sight of a couple starting to walk outside through the windows. He turned to Y/N with a devilish look in his eye as an idea popped into his head.

“You want to do something fun?” he asked, trying to get her thoughts off her ex-boyfriend. She nodded excitedly and he whispered in her ear to follow his lead.

The couple walked outside to the railing, and Jaehyun began to speak in a hushed tone. “Well, I got the… you know out of this province, but you did clean the fingerprints off, right?” he asked, a small smile lips.

“Me?” she whispered back, a grin suppressed under her words. “I thought that was your job?”

“Oh, God, Y/N! Not again!” Jaehyun said a little too loud, making the couple jump and quickly run back into the house.

It continued a few more times until Johnny Seo, the host of the party came out with an angry look, but it faded when he saw Jaehyun.

“Could you stop making jokes like that? I know you have fun doing it, and so do I from time to time, but when people come and bother be about having a murderer/drug dealer/ whatever at the party, it’s no longer fun for me,” he ranted, hands on his hips.

Jaehyun apologized, and Johnny sighed returning inside moments later his head popping back out. “I’d be careful, I saw Taeyong storming around downstairs a few minutes ago.”

The two looked at each other before standing up in a rush, ready to retreat to any form of safety, “I know a exit we can clear out of here.”


“If you don’t want to get into a fight with Taeyong, we need to leave now,” Jaehyun demanded, taking her hand, and pulling her off the deck.

A sound of footsteps alerted the two just as they took off, and Y/N made the mistake of looking back to catch the cold gaze of Taeyong. His hands were clenched tightly, and he followed after them at the speed of light. Y/N’s hands fastened around Jaehyun’s in her nervousness and Jaehyun turned to check on her only to get tackled instantly by her (ex-)boyfriend.

“Get your fucking hands off my girlfriend, you punk,” Taeyong seethed, his fists flying towards Jaehyun in his rage. A loud noise came from behind them as Y/N ran forward, grabbing his fists and getting knocked in the face as well in her attempt to pin him to the ground.

Thankfully, Johnny had seen Taeyong stomping his way outside, and quickly followed. He shoved Y/N off and sat on Taeyong’s back to keep him pinned down.

“She’s not your girlfriend,” Jaehyun said coldly, not a hint of emotion in his voice. He stood, his hand around his nose as the blood seeped between his fingers.

“She is, you motherfucker, I made one mistake, and didn’t even go through with having sex with Seulgi. I swear, Y/N! I swear, please, I came out here to apologize,” he pleaded, tears pooling into the dewy grass beneath him.

Johnny leaned over to look at Taeyong’s face, and groaned loudly, “Fake tears, really? Now, that’s a bit much,” he cackled, pushing more of his weight into his ‘friend’.

“Don’t worry Taeyong, Jaehyun has told me everything. I know you’ve fooled around with other girls and I’m done. We’re over, and I don’t need this emotional rollercoaster when I can find someone better than you,” Y/N hissed, glaring down at the pathetic looking teen. His expression changed immediately at her words, flipping Johnny off of him, and stood towering over her.

“You think because you’ve had some sweet moments with him, you’ll live happily ever after?” he asked, the tone in his voice amused. He stared into her eyes, a look that she once thought of as love, but now looked like hatred. “Well, you’re wrong because he’s just as bad as me,” he whispered in her ear, slowly trailing his breath along her skin before turning to walk back into the party, knocking his shoulder against Jaehyun’s and leaving.

The three stood together, breathing heavily from the breathless scene that just transpired between them, before laughing loudly.

“Johnny?” a voice called from the deck before running over to the three of them, “Oh, God, are you alright?” the voice asked, shining in the pale moonlight to show that she was Wendy. “Oh, shit, Y/N? What happened? You all look like Hell froze over and you’re looking for a place to stay.”

“We just had a little argument with Taeyong,” Y/N muttered, happy to see her.

“A little?” she asked in astonishment, taking her hands, “Honey, you have a black eye and a broke heart. Why don’t we all head back to my house, and get you fixed up, alright?” she asked, looking between the three.

Reluctantly, they nodded, and followed after her to her car, since they were all pretty tipsy.

“I’m Wendy, what’s your name?” she asked, holding her hand out to Jaehyun into the back with you.

“Jaehyun,” he greeted with a smile himself.

He looked at Y/N worriedly, touching the forming bruise around her eye gently. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, are you?” she asked, looking at the small bruises forming on his face and the bloody nose that was still slightly running.

“Yeah, I’m just ready to take a long nap,” he sighed, the car starting, and the car pulling out of Johnny’s party, leaving it at the hands of drunken teens.


“actually guys, I need to call someone to watch the house, I almost forgot it was my own…” Johnny muttered, picking up his phone and dialing his most reliable friend, Winwin, who hadn’t even gone to the party because he was responsible and barely drank.

“But hyung, I’m on a date…” Winwin groaned over the phone.

“Take your date to the party, have a good time! Just don’t get drunk.”

Work Comes Home - Part 10 - A

Summary: You work for the company that publishes Hamilton: The Revolution.

Words: Approx. 6070

Author’s Note: HeadsupI’ve split the chapter up into 3 parts just to avoid glitches.

Disclaimer: Artistic liberties taken regarding the publishing world and timeline. I’ve put the warnings below and tagged them as well just in case. As always, let me know if there are any glaring mistakes. 

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Alcohol

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“Go, please,” you begged, finally making eye contact with him again.

Your stare was a force that pushed Lin’s feet towards the door. Your gaze bore into him as he walked away. He opened the door and glanced back only to see suffering, loneliness, longing, pleading stare back at him; your eyes held all those emotions and many more. It took everything he had not to turn around and kiss away your every tear and ounce of pain he caused, but you had made yourself clear. You didn’t want him.

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SnowBaz fic

Very very late entry for the Carry On countdown, oops.

Prompt: ‘date night’, (fluff, established relationship)


“Hey, Snow.”
I grumble under my breath at the use of my surname, but look up from my cosy seat in front of the fire. Baz (the love of my life, the apple of mine eye - my boyfriend) leans against the doorframe of the lounge I share with Penny, as smug, arrogant and gorgeous as ever.

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Where You Belong Part 15

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-Sam’s POV-

               “What happened Gabe?!” he yelled as he slammed the note down on Gabe’s desk. “Sam, I told you I can’t discuss what Y/N and I talked about to you. Its confidential.” Gabe said looking up at him. “Don’t fuck with me Gabriel I’m in no mood for it. What’s going on? Olivia Weston told my brother she went back to her hometown to her parents’ house. Olivia said something about how she’d wish that she wouldn’t have to go back to that hell hole.”

               “Sam, look, her home life is wonderful I’m sure, her parents were both in the military and her father is a Commander, Whatever Miss Weston is saying is a lie I’m sure.” Gabriel said before Sam shook his head. “Gabriel, I’m telling you right now, I don’t trust them. There’s something there, I know it deep down. Look… I have a bad feeling… and there are things that Y/N would never tell me, she said in time she would but she just didn’t think she could yet.” Sam sat down in the chair with worry etched on his face and Gabriel groaned standing. “God damn it.” He muttered before going over to a filing cabinet and opening it. After a few moments he pulled a folder out and sat back down at his desk. “This is Y/N’s file….it has new details in it that I printed off about her family…. they’re not as super as you’d think.” Gabriel handed Sam the articles he’d found online about Jim and Margret and Sam began to read them, horror flooding his features.

-Your POV-

               You shivered sitting on your floor in your room, the bed was gone and your dad had put a cot in your room. Telling you that when you do your chores in a timelier fashion then you could have your bed back. Your phone was on silent and hidden in your bags. The room was bare and there was no heat in there. You huddled more into your hoodie as the tears flooded your eyes again, you could hear your parents talking about you, calling you terrible names. You sniffled a little, your teeth chattering. You grabbed the blanket off the cot and wrapped the stiff itchy material around your shoulders. You laid down on the ground with your flat, hard pillow and cried yourself to sleep as the day turned to night.

               The next morning proved to be worse than the night before, you were up and outside in the cold snow by 4 am, shoveling the stairs and sidewalk. Your father sat in an enclosed golf cart with the heat on. Once you were done, your nose was red as were your cheeks. “Time to run! Let’s go!” your father began to drive down the street and you sighed, running after him. You remembered high school, most kids hated school, but you loved it. You got away from your parents and when you could be you.

               You didn’t know how far you’d ran but your legs were burning and you were beginning to feel sick. “Sir can I stop now?” you gasped as you stopped running and bent over gasping for air. He turned the golf cart around and drove toward you. He rolled the window down and the hot air rushed out hitting your face, you instantly shivered more. “You’ve only ran 4.7 miles in two and a half hours. You haven’t been working out at school have you?” he glared when you threw your hands up. “I can’t do this….” You stared at him. “I can’t live like this again… you and mom hitting me… I swear I’m going to end my life if this keeps up dad. I’m in my twenties. I seriously hate you both.” You stared at him, anger flooding his eyes. Big mistake.

               You shook as you laid in your room, marks down your legs and arms from your father throwing you around once you got home. Screaming about disrespect and attitude. You shook violently, your toes numb. Your jeans and long sleeve t-shirt were destroyed and you didn’t have the effort or energy to go grab new clothes out of your bag. So you laid there, staring at the ceiling. You’d quit checking your phone, knowing that even talking to Liv wouldn’t help anymore. Your body ached and your wrist was killing you; you were sure it was sprained if not broken. It had swelled and was a purplish color.

               Your door opened and your father stepped in. “Get your ass in the shower. You’re starting to smell.” He glared at you and as you moved, your bracelet caught his eye. “What’s that?” he asked pointing to your wrist. Your eyes widened. “Nothing. It’s nothing. It’s nothing sir. Just a gift from my roommate! We got matching friendship bracelets!” you said quickly as you stood wincing in pain. His hand was around your throat instantly. “You remember the last time you lied to me?” he hissed in a low dark voice. You felt your jaw shake, and you nodded “yes sir” you whispered. He pulled the bracelet off your arm, staring at it before squeezing it together in his hand. “whores don’t wear nice things.” He growled pressing harder against your throat. Your gasps were starting to get louder and your eyes watered.

               Suddenly you dropped to the floor, the bent and broken bracelet dropped in front of you. “Shower and get downstairs to eat. After dinner we’ll wrap your wrist.” He walked out slamming the door. You broke down sobbing as you shook clutching the bracelet to your chest.

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I Hate You, Noah Hanifin (Day 3)

Noah Hanifin x Reader

Fandom: NHL

Warnings: Angst I guess, implied cheating

POV: First Person/Reader’s

Summary: All of the times the reader has told Noah she hates him

Author: Cymbelline

Originally posted by nhl-canes

It was a quiet Friday night, Noah and I were sprawled on the couch in our pyjamas, watching a movie. My hair was messy, my eyes were tired, my p.j. bottoms were frumpy, and my top was one of Noah’s old jerseys, so it was oversized. I was comfy. 

My eyes were glued to the t.v. when suddenly a bright light blinded me, making me scrunch up my eyes. I turned to Noah once the light diminished. He was holding up his phone, smiling like an idiot.

“Why…?” I asked as I laughed slightly. 

“’Cause you’re cute,” Noah said as he showed me the picture. 

“Noooo,” I whined as I tried to swipe the phone from him. “Delete it!”

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“Why?” You mumbled for what seemed like the hundredth time, the tears streaming down your face long forgotten. You sat with your back to the wall and your head in your hands, a smashed vase lay on your right that you had broken in the heat of the argument.

“Y/N, I-”

“Is it because of her?” You spat. “Because of Allison?”

Isaac sighed, tears now beginning to run down his face. “Yes, partly, but she meant nothing to me! Just a mistake, I swear.” He took a deep breath. “Things have just been a lot for me lately. But you can come with me. We can start a new life in France. Together.” Together. There it was again. He used to say it all the time before Allison. He had left her before she died, to be with you, but the guilt still haunted him.

You lifted your head so that it only rested on one hand. You glared at him through the tears.

“Y/N, I know you’re angry, I can smell it. But I can also smell love. No matter how hard you try, you can’t push me away. You still love me, and I still love you.”

“But I don’t want to love you! I’ve tried to hate you and I just can’t!” You screamed, tears streaming down your face once more. “Don’t you understand? You hurt me and for that I wanted to hate you so bad, but I couldn’t because I loved you too much, and as we all know, love makes you weak.”

Isaac rushed over and wrapped his arms around you. “No, love doesn’t make you weak, it makes you stronger.” You tried to fight him off but your argument earlier had made you tired.

“Well I don’t feel very strong at the moment.” You added once you had given up trying to fight him.

“But you will, once we’ve moved and started a new life together.” He looked at you with pleading eyes. “What do you say Y/N? Will you move to France and start a new life with me?”