im really sorry i just noticed someone else had made this already

Break Me [Draco x Reader, One]

A/N: Haha let me start off by saying I honestly don’t believe Draco would be the cheater type, but I love angst and I love Draco so ,,, Also!! Don’t know if anyone would be interested, but I’m probably going to make a separate Hamilton Imagine blog!! I love Hamilton and all the characters and all of the cast members! Anyways, enjoy!! Love you all!!

 

Word Count: 1,636

 

Warnings: Angst. Cheating. Self blame. Cursing.

 

Summary: (Name) gave everything to him, but he wasn’t willing to give back.

 

Requested: No lol im a jerk


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The sight of (Name) and Draco Malfoy turned heads. The mere thought of (Name) and Draco Malfoy turned heads.

(Name), perhaps the most loyal, caring, and kind girl anyone would ever know somehow ended up head over heels for Draco Malfoy. She would follow him around, a sweet smile never faltering. He would look pretty content with himself, arms linked with (Name’s) own. It didn’t take much to realize that (Name) was very attractive in a dreamy, almost fantasy like way. In fact, multiple men and women had asked for her affections. She only replied with a sweet smile and a polite rejection, claiming she already had a boyfriend.

Draco was no idiot. He knew that many people wished to have his girlfriend for themselves.

At first he merely got jealous at this. How dare someone fantasize over his girlfriend?!

As days grew into weeks, and weeks grew into months, his jealousy turned into pride. She was another thing he had that many people, including Harry Potter, didn’t have.

The two started off hopelessly in love. Starry eyes and rosy cheeks were exchanged. Longing looks and sweet messages were sent back and forth.

Over time, Draco became more and more distant. However, (Name) stayed the same, remaining completely infatuated with him. Draco, from a first glance, didn’t seem to be as in love with (Name) as she was with him. 


The First Month.

 

Of course, like many couples, (Name) and Draco had a phase where nothing else seemed to matter but the two of them and their love for each other. It was almost as if they couldn’t be apart from one another or they would fall ill.

“Draco! Draco, come here!” (Name) chirped with the same giddy smile playing at her cheeks.

“Yes? (Name), what is it? Are you injured?” His voice was frantic and shaky. (Name) laughed and shook her head. “No, silly!” She spread her arms out wide. “Come here!”

Draco did so with a smile, leaning into her embrace. “What is all this about?”

“Mmm… Nothing, really. I just wanted to cuddle you. I love you, you know?” Draco chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around her, closing his eyes and savoring the feeling of his beloved breathing softly into his chest. They didn’t seem to notice the dozens of students amongst them stare in disgust, envy, or even admiration.

“And I love you, (Name). Always.”


The Seventh Month.

 

While (Name) was in fact hopelessly, blindly in love, she was no idiot. She noticed when Draco avoided her affections or avoided her in general. She didn’t pay much attention to it, though. She assumed she was being clingy, and her herself was at fault. Sometimes the two would be together, a joyful smile ever present on (Name’s) face. But she noticed they only ever seemed to be affectionate around each other in front of crowds.

The thought that Draco may be using her crept in the back of her mind. He wouldn’t, would he?

No… He couldn’t. He loved her.

At least… That’s what she told herself.

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What’s The Plan? (Peter Parker x reader)

Anon asked:

HI! I JUST SAW HOMECOMING AND IM IN LOVE. Anyway can I get a Peter X reader where the reader is Tony’s daughter (a teleporter) who has a deaf best friend (Fury’s son) who reads lips and has hyper awareness and she just invites Peter and Ned (who now has a Stark internship for his computer skills) and ned and the readers best friend just try to get the reader and Peter together bcs they know they have feelings for each other? (sorry if it’s too much and btw my best friend is deaf in real life💗)

(AN. I really think this is an adorable idea and I warn you, there are tons of fluff in this!!!!! And guess who became literal Tom!spidey trash and less than four hours after seeing Homecoming???? THATS RIGHT. ITS ME! aaanyway these guys helped a me come out with ideas for this fic > @raisafatika @ciaa11 @harukatrash so kudos to them)

-(B/f/n) : best friend’ s name-

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(B/f/n) is a curious human being. He was born deaf, and that made him optimize the use of his other senses. He was given a hyper-awareness serum by his father, Nick Fury, at a very young age to help him go through the world.

Over time, the serum given to him as a tool to face the world became more like a superpower. He had awareness beyond any human being. He could feel even the tiniest vibrations.

Another challenge in his life was having to pretend that his father is dead.

Nick Fury faked his death a few years ago, and he hadn’t seen him since then. He sent his father anonymous letters from time to time, but Nick couldn’t send anything back to him in fear of giving away his location.

He was grateful to have (Y/n), his best friend. (Y/n) was Tony Stark’s daughter. Her mother died after giving birth, so Tony raised her. She was a genius, much like her father. (Y/n) played a huge role in Tony’s life. After all, six year old (Y/n) was the one who insisted Tony to take things seriously with Pepper.

(Y/n) also had a superpower. As a child, (Y/n) got trapped in her father’s matter transporter prototype. The incident broke the machine, but Tony didn’t care about that. He cared more about his little girl.

The accident gave her the ability to teleport. If she could focus enough, she could scatter her molecules to reform somewhere else. She could control her powers now, but if she teleported too much or too far, the exhaustion could kill her.

They were both avengers to an extent. They went on easy missions, but Tony insisted that they didn’t go on harder ones.

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(B/f/n) stepped in the lounge. It was another regular day in the Avengers facility. Nothing to do. Neither he nor (Y/n) has school because lessons from Tony and Bruce was better than what any academic curriculum could offer.

He saw (Y/n) sitting contently in the couch watching Star Wars, her Hulk plushie conveniently cuddled in her arms. She was exhausted after teleporting to Manhattan and back. That’s the farthest she’s ever gone.

He smiled at his best friend.

Something else caught his eye. There was a phone on the iron kitchen in the back of the room, flashing with notifications. It wasn’t (Y/n)’s or his, so who’s phone could it possibly be?

He stepped closer and saw the messages.

From: Peter Parker

Hey Happy! Just checking in today!

So apparently, Happy left his phone.

(B/f/n) grabbed a piece of paper and crushed it into a ball and threw it to (Y/n) to get her attention.

“What is it?” (Y/n) asked, turning to him while pausing the movie.

Why did Happy leave his phone? (B/f/n) signed.

His actual gestures were actually: Happy. Leave. Phone. Why? but (Y/n) has gotten good at interpreting ASL.

“I don’t know,” (Y/n) shrugged and went back to watching Star Wars.

Suddenly, an idea came to (B/f/n)’s head.

He unlocked Happy’s phone. It wasn’t that hard. The passcode was Happy’s birthday, and since (B/f/n) had near-photographic memory, it was a piece of cake.

He scrolled through his phone and saw Peter literally spamming him with text messages Happy never bothered to read.

How are you Happy?

I just got home from school.

How’s (Y/n) btw?

Tell her I said hi.

Anyway does Mr. Stark have any missions for me?

I’ll always be ready if you need me, you know.

Don’t forget to tell (Y/n) I said hi.

And it goes on and on like that for at least three months.

There was one thing that (B/f/n) noticed. Peter always asked about (Y/n).

Nobody asks about someone that much unless he had a crush on her.

With blunt realization and sudden excitement, (B/f/n) smiled with glee.

(B/f/n) knew (Y/n) has a crush on Peter. She didn’t tell him personally, but he just knows. He’s aware of the slight blush that colors her cheek whenever Peter is mentioned, or the tension released from her posture whenever Peter enters the room.

He just knows.

(B/f/n) couldn’t tell (Y/n). She wouldn’t believe.

He needed a plan.

So he texted Ned frantically.

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“(Y/n) invited us for movie night?” Peter asked incredulously, not believing his ears as his cheeks turn as red as the Iron Man suit. He only goes to the Avengers facility for training. He couldn’t believe (Y/n) invited them to movie night.

“That’s r-right,” Ned confirmed, “nothing behind this invitation- not at all!” he stuttered, ending the sentence with a nervous grin.

Peter gave him a suspicious look, but it did not last. His head was already imagining scenarios.

-

“You invited Peter for movie night?” (Y/n) asked incredulously. (B/f/n) shrugged and signed, Technically, I invited Peter and Ned.

“I don’t care! What if I mess up? What if I embarrass myself?” (Y/n) said with pleading eyes.

(B/f/n) rolled his eyes. You’re not gonna mess up, he signed, you’re not gonna embarrass yourself. You’re going to be just fine, okay?

(Y/n) sighed, “Okay,” she said grudgingly.

-

“Do I look okay?” Peter asked Ned, “Please tell me I look okay.”

“Relax, buddy,” Ned reassured, tapping his shoes.

(Y/n) opened the door. “Hi,” she said, smiling playfully. She was wearing an oversized sweater with pajama shorts while Peter was trying his best not to melt into a puddle.

“Hey,” Peter answered, trying to sound brave, but instead it came out more like a squawk. (Y/n) giggled at his reaction as she welcomed them in.

(B/f/n) waved at them and crashed on the couch, followed by the rest.

They agreed to watch Lord of The Rings. (B/f/n) set the subtitles and flopped back on the couch.

-

Halfway through the movie, Ned tapped on (B/f/n)’s shoulder. “what’s the plan again?” Ned whispered.

It’s dark, (B/f/n) signed, I can’t read your lips.

Ned gave him a confused look. “Huh?”

(B/f/n) face palmed. He remembered one thing that he did not think through. Ned doesn’t understand ASL.

Oh, how he hated excitement that ruined his near-perfect memory.

(B/f/n) took out his phone and opened the notes. He typed, what did you say?
And passed the phone to Ned.

Ned took the phone. I said, what’s the plan again?

(B/f/n) took the phone again. Excuse yourself to the bathroom, and I’ll do the same a few minutes after you.

He handed Ned the phone again. Okay. He gave the phone back to (B/f/n).

“Are you guys passing notes on your phone?” (Y/n) asked, slightly confused.

“What? No,” Ned said nervously.

Since (B/f/n) can’t hear a thing and can’t see in the dark, he typed, Who are you talking to?

“You guys are passing notes,” Peter observed.

“O-okay,” Ned stuttered, “I think (B/f/n) is sleepy, aren’t you?” he asked, as (B/f/n) tilted his head in confusion. “and I need to go to the bathroom!” he announced, pushing (B/f/n) out of the lounge and into the hallway. “I’ll be back soon!” he called and disappeared through the door.

“Well that was… wierd,” (Y/n) said uncertainly.

“yeah,” Peter agreed, blushing because he was alone with (Y/n) on the couch watching The Fellowship of the Ring.

(Y/n) scooted closer to him.

Peter noticed something dangling from the girl’s arms. “Is that a hulk plushie?” Peter asked.

(Y/n) blushed in embarrassment. “Umm… Yeah,” she admitted.

“I think it’s cute,” Peter smiled.

(Y/n)’s eyes brightened. “Thank you.”

Then, Peter realized, that if he wanted to confess, this is the perfect time to do so.

“(Y/n)?” Peter called softly.

“yeah?”

“I sorta.. Kinda, y'know…” he started, scratching the back of his head, “you’re just… And I’m, well… I don’t know how to say this and I’m really scared right now… It’s like… You know, when you’re in a room… I, ummm, I get nervous, and I-I don’t know how to act- I just have these feelings, and stuff and- I sorta- kinda like you- but- but y'know if y-you don’t feel the same…but I think I-I’m in love with you -”

Before he could finish his sentence, (Y/n) leaned up to press her lips against his.

Peter couldn’t believe it. (Y/n) Stark was kissing him.

He melted into the kiss in a matter of seconds.

His heart was beating out of his rib cage as he sighed into her lips, happy that he didn’t have to hide anything from her anymore.

They pulled away, out of breath and smiling like idiots.

“Was that your first kiss?” (Y/n) asked smiling contently.

“That obvious, huh?” Peter grinned.

“It was mine, too,” (Y/n) admitted, pecking his lips one more time.

They stayed in silence for a while.

“Hey, Peter?” (Y/n) called.

“hmm?”

“I think I’m in love with you, too.”

-

From the hallway, (B/f/n) and Ned high-fived in happiness that their fatally flawed plan actually worked.

Nick Fury would be so proud.

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Pairing: Prince!Bucky X Servant!Reader

Words: 1584

Warnings: Angsty I guess.

Summary: As the news of the King’s death spreads throughout the land, lords and ladies from the nearby countries swarm the castle to offer condolences to the queen and her son. As the prince mourns his father, he is met with the reality that he must now choose a wife and begin his reign.

A/N: Just posting it until I put the tags up. It takes a while but they’ll be up in a few minutes. Italics are flashbacks. Let me know if you want to be tagged HERE.

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long ago, back when i thought i had self restraint and impulse control, i stumbled upon an old ask from gav-bot innocently asking id i’d consider a gem-stuck au… 

jk, this was just a very fun way to exercise drawing different body-shapes and silhouettes. ask about fusions if you’d like, i’ve already got a bunch sketched out! (& info for everyone down below since i had so much time to world build while working on everyone and i’d like to get it out somewhere :3c)

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anonymous asked:

Can I just say how afraid I am of s3? Because we know that shiro are going to be separated so it's going to be the rest of the team bonding and that means Keith and Lance and that means kl@nce stans and antis will explode. the fallout will be huge and s4 will be a long time away to mitigate the damage.

Well, I try to keep things nice and calm here for everyone. I realize navigating certain parts of the fandom can be difficult, and for that I’m sorry. As for Shiro and Keith’s relationship though, I really don’t think you need to worry. 

I honestly don’t believe that anyone can ever take Shiro’s place, you know? Especially in Keith’s mind. I understand the general theme in fandom is for people to replace Shiro with their fav and have them comfort/grow closer to Keith in Shiro’s absence but like?? there’s no evidence of that really. And even though Keith will be opening up more and bonding with the rest of his team (which is honestly a good thing), it doesn’t mean anyone is gonna suddenly replace Shiro. 

Because it was Shiro that Keith was so affected by when he saw him after a year, his fond memories of Shiro and all the painful ones after Kerberos that made him look at Shiro with such tenderness and say his name so softly. It was Shiro who he welcomed back and into his home, and Shiro who in turn looked at Keith and said “It’s good to be back.”

It was Shiro who Keith was always willing to risk everything to protect

It was Shiro who always grounded Keith and gave him advice. As Joaquim says, “[Keith] latches onto Shiro at times because Shiro’s sort of the only thing that can really calm him down and keep him in check”–the kind of anchor you can’t just replace

It was Shiro who literally changed Keith’s life 

It was Shiro who looked at Keith and saw a leader, saw someone he could entrust with the safety of his team. And Keith in turn reassured Shiro that he still had a place with that team, that it was too soon to be giving up just yet. Keith and Shiro put up a brave face in front of everyone else. But when it’s just them, they allow themselves to be more vulnerable 

It was Shiro that noticed Keith was struggling during season 2 when he came to terms with being galra; it was Shiro who noticed Keith was really hurting and tried to help him (and similarly, you see a lot of Keith checking in with Shiro as well: see Sendak and Ulaz) 

It was Shiro who was the person Keith desperately wants to see, the physical embodiment of his greatest hopes and dreams. Whether platonic or romantic, you can’t tell me that’s not love–because Keith clearly loves Shiro, sees him as his closest person

It was Shiro who was the only paladin there for Keith’s initial galra reveal–he stood there and stared in awe when Keith’s blade transformed, shared that moment with him

And it was Shiro and only Shiro who showed his immediate support and solidarity, accepting Keith and reassuring him wholeheartedly when no one else on the team will even say goodbye  

And despite the fake Shiro saying “We’re your family”–we as in, all the paladins–that’s still not enough to convince Keith to give in during the trial. His duty as a paladin isn’t enough. It’s only the thought of Shiro leaving him–and that, without Shiro, he would be all alone–that drives him to give up everything. His identity, his past, any chance at a future with his family–all sacrificed so he can stay with Shiro. When talking about this scene, Josh said that “[Keith’s] constantly scared he’s going to say or do something wrong and he’s going to lose Shiro.” It’s one of his greatest fears 

The writers don’t put so much care into establishing characters’ relationships just to suddenly toss them to the wayside. And I think that, especially with Keith piloting Black and the existence of the astral plane, it’s very likely we’ll see Shiro and Keith communicating through Black. Sharing memories and a stream of consciousness across time and space, just like how Black was able to project memories of Zarkon for Shiro and the two could both meet in the astral plane. Just because Shiro disappeared doesn’t mean he’s necessarily out of play, which is something I’ve talked about a lot here

I also definitely think we’ll see a lot of Shiro and Keith’s backstory established through flashbacks prekerberos, because it only makes sense to parallel his disappearance then with Keith’s reaction now. And I mean, Shiro’s absence is going to very much be felt–especially by Keith. Just because he’s not there, it doesn’t mean Keith won’t miss him and still feel for him. And Keith planning to find and rescue Shiro will probably be a significant part of the plot. I believe the saying is Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Yes, Keith and Lance are probably gonna bond more and get more character development for their dynamic. But their dynamic will never be Shiro and Keith’s dynamic, you know? They’re two completely different things, and you can’t just interchange one with the other. And that’s how it should be, because every character and all their varying interrelationships are inherently unique. 

There’s nothing wrong with other characters getting more development, or with that development being spaced out differently across each season. But I think it’s important to remember that only Shiro can ever be Shiro, and the relationship he has with Keith isn’t just going to be severed just to cater to different fans’ tastes. All that character development we’ve built up already isn’t just going to vanish with Shiro and be thrown away. 

anonymous asked:

im alive!! sorry for going mia i forgot my tumblr password :( but congratulations on 1000 jade! you deserve it! for the prompt thing, daniel (Wanna One) 96 + soulmate au :)) - baby anon

Kang Daniel ; “I brought you an umbrella.” + Soulmate!AU

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  • so, in this universe you have the first words you hear from your soulmate written on your wrist
  • but the universe hated you and gave you such a vague sentence
  • “thank you”
  • you grew to detest the words because it had lead to you being in many awkward situations
  • one time in middle school you thought you met your soulmate and asked the person out
  • you got rejected in front of everyone basically and he turned out to be your best friend’s soulmate
  • y i k e s
  • anyway
  • now you’re in college majoring in what you had been passionate in for the past few years
  • still soulmate-less
  • to be honest you didn’t have much hope in finding your soulmate
  • you didn’t really search for the person either

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Chapter 5: We’re a perfect match // Shawn Mendes

Prologue: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165826891058/6-minutes-left-prologue-shawn-mendes

Chapter 1: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165861136790/chapter-1-youre-going-to-wish-wed-never-been

Chapter 2: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166035402061/chapter-2-why-did-you-come-here-shawn-mendes

Chapter 3: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166104883601/chapter-3-ill-take-my-chances-shawn-mendes

Chapter 4: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166172386006/chapter-4-i-want-you-to-want-me-because-im-me

Authors note: This is kind of short, sorry guys! The writing makes up for it, I swear. And here we have Shawn slowly becoming a sweet lil muffin who just wants to be loved

Recap: “Right, because you don’t want a soulmate.” I reply, feeling immensely tired after the night I had.
I’m not sure whether I had already started dreaming but I swear I heard Shawn say one last thing before he left.“I want you to want me because I’m me.”


Shawn didn’t show up until 4 days later, the soft knocking drawing me away from my laptop where I was watching a movie.

Tugging the curtains back, I flip the lock and allow him in. I resume my place on my bed, not saying anything to my match and he doesn’t bother to start a conversation either.

I press play, letting the movie continue and Shawn takes a seat on the small sofa in the corner of my room, next to my bookcase and opposite my bed. 

We sat in silence, Shawn taking a novel off my shelf and reading it while I continue to watch my film, the voices from the actors filling the awkward silence.

An hour or so later my movie has finished and I shut the screen, placing my laptop on the floor. My gaze flicks back to Shawn’s figure and I chuckle softly, noticing that he was asleep.

I get up, my feet barely making a sound on the plush carpet. I take the book out of his hands gently, careful not to wake him up, and chuck one of the throws I had on my bed over his body.

He looked so vulnerable lying there, the scowl that always seemed to be on his face was gone. It made him look softer, the air of arrogance gone and replaced by a much younger appearance.

I brush back a curl that had fallen on his forehead, knowing that I was becoming border line creepy but I couldn’t help but want to touch him. There was no way he would ever let me do this if he was awake.

His eyelids flutter, one of them cracking open lazily.  I meet his gaze, my cheeks heating.

“I thought you were asleep.” I stammer, feeling nerves rack my body at what his reaction would be.

He looks down at the blanket covering his body, then back to me. 

“You did this?” His voice rasps, I nod, waiting for the anger to appear.

He doesn’t say anything however, just pulls the fabric off him and standing up, heading for the door to my patio.

“Where are you going?” I ask softly, feeling a sense of disappointment that he seemed ready to leave.

“I’m going home.” He states, not sparing me a glance.

“You could stay here if you want, my parents won’t mind. As soon as I say to them that you’re my match they will love to have you over anytime-” I stop, the harshness of his gaze making me squirm.

“I don’t want to stay here and I have absolutely no interest in meeting your parents.” He spits at me and I feel my stomach clench, his words causing a hurt I wasn’t used to.

“I thought that after the other night when I was drunk-”

“You thought wrong. You were wrecked and I felt bad that you felt the need to drink your weight in alcohol.” He sounded so cold, so determined to shut me out that I didn’t know how to respond.

“What happened? We were getting along so well?” I question him, hoping my voice didn’t sound as weak as I felt.

“You don’t get it…do you?” his sarcasm sounds in his tone, his gaze locked on mine.

“Get what?” 

“Just because I help you once doesn’t mean I want to get married to you. I’ve been coming to see you because the libertas talk so much about how our matches aren’t what our society cracks them up to be. We fall for the illusion that they are perfect for us when really they’re based on who can produce the healthiest offspring, not who can make who happy.” His words are like knives, cutting through my walls that I had built up about the soulmate program.

“That’s not true!” I burst out, my anger growing. “They’re based off personality and compatibility. There may be an aspect of producing healthy children in there but if that was the only reason they started and continued the program tell me why all the matches have worked for 378 years?”

“They have a higher authority then us! You see them walking around in their white lab coats and clipboards acting like they’re so much better than us. We believe anything they tell us because of the power they have. Just because you’re not smart enough to think for yourself and make your own decisions doesn’t mean I’m the same.” He hisses at me and I feel a tear slip from my eye. I brush it away angrily.

“Get out of my house and don’t you ever come back.” I seethe at him, feeling whatever emotion I held for the boy dissipate.

He laughs and it sounds forced. “Now you get it don’t you Princess. We aren’t good for each other.” He edges closer and the rage I felt consumed me like a tidal wave.

“We might have been good for each other if you hadn’t been so persistent on never giving me a chance.”

“Or this is what we really would be like, except you chose to believe the lies you’re spoon fed by the government while I live in the real world, where we get to pick who ever we like to make us happy and make relationships of our own.” I feel like all the air has been knocked from my body.

“You have someone else?” I ask and my voice shakes. I don’t bother to wipe the tears that are falling thick and fast.

He grins at me, like he was finding pleasure in my pain. “You could say that.”

I don’t say anything, I turn from him, not wanting him to see anymore of my breakdown.

“You have another girl yet you keep coming here, tormenting me with the idea of us having a future like its some game you’re playing.” I snap at him, trying to find strength to convey the betrayal I was feeling. 

“I told you that I never wanted a soulmate.” He whispers, appearing in front of me, one hand holding where my neck met my jawline on the side of my face, his thumb stroking my cheek softly. 

“One minute it seems like you hate me and the next you’re decent.” I say to him quietly, not daring to meet his eyes. 

“I wish that you could see what kind of spell they have you under.” Shawn’s other hand rises to cup the other side of my face and he tilts my head back until I lock my eyes on his. 

“I wish you could see what kind of spell the libertas have you under.” I retort back and he chuckles, his eyes swirling with humor.

“I see that we both have different views.” He says lowly, applying a slight pressure on my cheeks.

“What if you gave me a month. A month to persuade you that this soulmate thing is real and that we could be perfect together.”

He cocks his head to the side and I hold my breath as he thinks.

“A month where we what.. exactly?” He inquires and he holds my gaze.

“We act like a pair of soulmates would if you hadn’t decided to be all moody and act like you don’t want me.” I can’t help but grin at his unimpressed expression.

“You’re not helping your case with your smart ass remarks.”

“Sorry,” I grin at him. “We do things that matches normally do when they find each other. Go out on dates, get to know each other. If I haven’t convinced you by the end of 4 weeks that we are perfect for each other and the soulmate program isn’t complete bullshit then I’ll let you go.”

He watches me throughout, examining the way my face lights up when I talk about matches, and how excited I was about finally having a normal soulmate relationship.

“4 weeks… And then that’s it. Thats all you get.” He finalizes and I squeal, my enthusiasm spiking.

“Yes!”

“Don’t get too excited, we don’t start this whole thing until Saturday.” He looks at me to make sure I’m listening. 

I frown. It was only Wednesday. 

“I can work with that, I guess.” An idea pops into my head and a grin takes over my face. “We’re going out together on Saturday. Wear your finest suit and be here at 10 am, okay?”

“Do I get to know what I’m dressing up for?” He asks, sensing that he’s probably not going to like what I have planned.

“Nope, it’s a surprise. Just remember, suit, Saturday, 10:00 am, my house.”

“Got it.” He rolls his eyes, allowing me to push him towards the door.

I pause, watching his features turn into a small smile as I reach to close the door, I meet his gaze one last time.

“I’ll show you Shawn. We’re a perfect match.”

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theother-fiftyone  asked:

ok um i'm trash but um can i have a fic where like michael is really protective of jeremy (for whatever reason) and just everyone is gay and it's great

Ay, back at it again with the late replies to asks I should have done ages ago (IM SORRY). Hope this will suffice, thank you for the prompt!

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The plan was for Jeremy to get out of hospital, ask out Christine and live a normal high school life as a normal high school teenager - now with a few more friends. What Jeremy wasn’t anticipating was Michael’s change in attitude when he got back.

Michael, his best friend for twelve years, had suddenly become very… attached to Jeremy. He hadn’t noticed at first, focusing more on his plan to ask out Christine or catching up on any work that The Squip had previously deemed ‘uncool’ or ‘useless’. But as the days went by Jeremy began to notice Michael’s presence more and more. Sure, it wasn’t uncommon for Michael to have his bad days and follow Jeremy around for the majority of the school day but by the end of the week Jeremy couldn’t think of one instance where Michael had left his side.

When Monday came, Jeremy found Michael waiting outside his house to walk to school. The two stood side by side as Michael hopped along the pavement with his headphones around his neck, looking around as if he was expecting someone to pop out behind the passing houses. As he began to calm down, Jeremy took a closer look at his best friend. He noticed that his eyes were slightly more droopy than normal, little bags had begun to form underneath them. His hair was ruffled and he was wearing the wrong shoes, as if he was in a hurry to leave the house. Despite this, Michael still wore his generic giddy smile on his face, the look which made Jeremy’s heart melt slightly on the inside.

At lunch time, Rich and Jake approached the two, asking if they wanted to join them at their table in the far corner of the cafeteria. There sat the rest of the group - Brooke, Chloe, Jenna and Christine - eagerly waving at the best friends. Before Jeremy could reply with some cheap excuse as to why he wasn’t feeling well all of a sudden, Michael jumped in between them, turning to Jeremy.

“Come on dude, lets go sit with them! It’ll- It’ll be fun,” he stammered out the last past, suddenly dragging his best friend across the hall before he had a chance to protest. Under his breath, Jeremy heard him mutter “no harm done yeah? Yeah…”

Jeremy, naive Jeremy, brushed off the encounter as Michael just acting up as he sometimes did. But a few days later Jeremy was walking down the hallway on the way to his next class when he heard Michael catch up to him, skidding to a stop once he reached his best friend.

“How was math?” He small talked, slurping the remains of his slushie.

“It was fine, I guess. I wish Mr David would ease up on the homework though, I’m starting to get-” before Jeremy could continue, he was stopped in his tracks by Michael. He turned to see a mixture of anger and fright on his face, a look that really didn’t suit him. Jeremy tried to follow his line of sight but was cut off by Christine shouting his name from down the hallway. He looked back and waved, but when he returned to his best friend’s gaze it was gone, replaced with what looked to be a sympathetic smile as he saw Christine.

“I’ll… uh- catch up with you later Jer,” he mumbled before setting off in the opposite direction without letting Jeremy say a word.

Jeremy tried to give Christine a decent conversation but it was clear he was distracted by something else. He kept turning to look down the hallway in which Michael had seen something, making him stop dead in his tracks. He couldn’t help but wonder what he had seen. Jeremy briefly heard Christine asking if he was alright, to which he replied some rehearsed nonsense about being tired from schoolwork while he continued to focus on the hallway.

It wasn’t until Friday afternoon that he discovered what Michael had been so frightened of.

Jeremy had just finished play rehearsal with the gang and was making his way through the school hallways to go home. Just as the doors came into sight, he spotted a group of - maybe two or three - boys hanging around the doorway, blocking the entrance. They seemed to be waiting for someone, so Jeremy naturally assumed they were one of the many friends of Jake or Chloe. However, as he began to approach, one of the boys spotted him coming and alerted the other two of his arrival. Confused, Jeremy stopped walking and spoke up;

“Um hi… could I get past please? You’re kind of blocking the door,” he stuttered, trying not to mess up his wording in front of the intimidating boys. But neither moved an inch. Instead, the main boy came forward, speaking slowly and articulating his words so precisely it sent a shiver down Jeremy’s spine.

“That was kind of the point mate,” he chuckled and the other two joined in. “We were just waiting for someone…”

“Oh…” said Jeremy, slowly shifting his feet. “W-who?”

Deep down, he already knew the answer.

“You.”

Now, Jeremy had dealt with bullies before, being a loser and all. He was used to the unoriginal insults and the occasional shove. But these guys were clearly not messing around, going out of their way to wait for him after school and everything. Jeremy took a step backwards in fear.

“You’re the guy that possessed my brother yeah?” The main boy snarled. Jeremy’s face twitched for a second, taking another step back.

“P-possessed?!”

“He told me bout it. Said some dude in his drama rehearsal tried to take over the whole cast. Course, the guy doesn’t care now. He’s way too forgiving for his own good my brother,” the boy continued, slowly inching forwards. His friends had now joined his march a few feet behind him. “Fortunately for you, I’m nothing like the guy. I’m a solid believer that you deserve what’s coming to you buddy.”

Jeremy wasn’t entirely sure what to do. He couldn’t keep retreating forever, the gang would eventually catch up to him, and there was no way he was going to slip past these three boys. Caught up in his thinking, he stopped retreating. Jeremy realised his mistake too late as he felt his whole body smash up against a locker. His head smacked the metal plating behind him, causing an immediate headache to rush into his head. He blinked and locked eyes with the bully.

“Or maybe, I just want an excuse to beat up a nerd,” he smirked, lifting his fist to the air. His two friends stood back, watching the whole ordeal go down without interfering. Jeremy shut his eyes closed and tensed up, preparing himself for a blow to the face at any moment.

Instead, he felt his body suddenly drop the ground as a loud grunt came from the boy. Confused, he peeled his eyes open to see the previously menacing boy sprawled across the floor with a bloody nose. His two friends had stepped back in fear at the cause of the punch. The guy responsible stepped forward and glared at the two, signalling - or warning - for them to leave. They did as instructed, picking up the brother and rushing out the door without saying a word.

Jeremy’s head had began to ease up just enough for him to start to process what had just happened when his arm was flown over a shoulder and he was heaved up onto his feat. The familiar smell of weed and slushie suddenly hit him and he knew exactly who had come to him rescue.

“Michael?” He spat out, turning to face the boy. Now that he was fully standing on his own, he could focus on the boy. Michael’s face was covered in sweat. His eyes glimmered with a hint of fear and relief at the sight of his best friend and a large bruise had begun to form on his knuckle from where he had punched the bully.

“Michael,” he said again, this time more definite. It was at that point where Michael’s intimidating persona faded as his eyes began to well up with tears. He flung himself onto Jeremy and dug his head in his neck as he began to sob.

“I’m- I’m sorry I just…” he muttered through his tears, “I heard them… when you came back to school- they were talking about what they were going to do to you- and I just… I just wanted to make sure that you were ok-”

“Thank you Michael,” was all Jeremy could muster before his eyes too began to fill up with tears. The boys sat there, in the school hallway, for about ten minutes silently crying until Jeremy sat up and pulled Michael up with him as they slowly made their way out of the building.

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“Morning!” Jeremy greeted his friends by the school entrance. By his side was Michael with his bandaged knuckle and huge smile on his face.

“Morning bro!” Replied Jake. The group shared a quick conversation before entering the school and as they walked down the hallway Michael stood proudly by Jeremy’s side.

“Oh my gosh Michael,” exclaimed Christine as she noticed the white bandages across his hand, “what happened? Are you hurt?”

“Don’t worry Chris,” replied Jeremy, putting a hand on his best friend’s shoulder, “he’s got it under control.”

Just up ahead, a brief conversation between Rich and Jake could be heard.

“Now that I think about it, my bro was acting a little strange last night. He came home with a broken nose and started ranting on about this dude in a hoodie.”

“No way!” Rich cried, “your bro got beat up by some kid in a jacket?”

“Yeah yeash,” replied Jake who appeared to be pondering the thought. “He said someone about him being utterly terrifying, looming over him and protecting his lanky best-”

Slowly, the two boys locked eyes and turned to find Michael’s hand bruised after Christine insisted on changing the bandage. He looked up to see the boys staring and smirked. Turning to Jeremy, he flew an arm around his shoulder and paraded forward, passing the two as he went. Turning round, Michael brought his damaged hand up to his eyes and returned the glare, signalling NOT to touch his best friend in case they also wanted a piece of what he could do.

Deep down, Michael just wanted his hand to heal quicker. He couldn’t press the buttons on the controller properly with a bruised knuckle, but the image of being a type of bodyguard for Jeremy - it made it all worthwhile.

So Close, Yet So Far...

Request from anon:hi i don’t know if you do song fics but could you do one with bucky based on the song friends by ed sheeran? x

Note: I’m not entirely sure if I did this request any justice, my muse has been a little off lately, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. I only used the parts of the song that I believed fit better with the plot <3

Bucky x Reader

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Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their wonderful creators <3 The lyrics used within the fic do not belong to me.

“Punk we’re just friends….how many times do I need to tell you that?” 

Bucky’s voice sounding out from the kitchen stopped you dead in your tracks as you were about to walk through the door; you weren’t entirely sure why you didn’t just carry on inside because him and Steve having a conversation had never stopped you before, if anything you were always more than happy to butt in on whatever the two of them were talking about, but a feeling deep in your gut was telling you this wasn’t one you should even be hearing let alone joining in on it.

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

“You can tell me until you are blue in the face Buck. I don’t believe you. Think you are forgetting how well I know you.”

It felt wrong and incredibly intrusive to be listening in and not making your presence known to them but Steve was being pretty damn insistent on something and your curiosity was far outweighing your manners right now. 

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Some time (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Could you please do an imagine where Peter and you become lab partners and shortly afterwards friends and you think he likes you but he doesnt. You tell him but he turns you down. Then at the Honecoming dance you go alone after weeks of not talking and he sees you and suddenly regrets everything. And could the Vulture or someone attack the school and he saves everyone then he shows up at her house in his Spidey costume and tells her and she then turns him down. Im sorry I know its a lot but plz!

A/N: I don’t really like how this turned out, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. It feels nice being back after so many months. All the love xx


Going to prom alone was something you had dreaded since you started high-school; and yet, there you were, standing in the corner and looking at everybody dancing together.
You look at Peter, dancing next to Liz and laughing at whatever she’s saying. Looking at them, you can only think about the day you told Peter you liked him, convinced he would tell you that he liked you too after weeks of -what you had considered intentionally- touching your hands and looking at you during lab hours. He had been surprised when you told him, and you had thought that to be something good. It was not. He turned you down; softly and sweetly, but he turned you down.
You had already bought your prom ticket and dress, so you had no other option than to attend. What would you have told your parents, who so kindly had paid for everything in hopes of seeing you with a date?
You huffed and looked at your watch, deciding it was late enough to go home without your parents thinking anything had gone wrong. You quickly said goodbye to your friends and walked towards the door, not noticing Peter’s gaze on you.
Just as you were about to open the door, a window broke. Everyone began screaming, and when you turned around you saw a man flying across the gym. The Vulture, you thought. You didn’t know what to do. Your eyes quickly scanned the gym trying to find your friends, but there was no luck. Everybody kept running around trying to hide and you were stuck next to the door, people around you trying to open them, but they were locked.
‘’Spider-man,’’ the Vulture said, ‘’I know you are here. If you don’t want me to ruin everything around here and kill everyone, I’d suggest you come out and give me a little bit of a fight.’’
Everybody opened their eyes at the mention of Spider-man being there and heads started to turn. A second later the superhero appeared, hanging on his webs.
‘’Leave everyone out of this,’’ the masked superhero shouted, not getting too close to the Vulture.
His voice sounded familiar, but you noticed that he was trying to make it lower.
‘’This fight is between you and I’’ he said.
After that, both of them started fighting, everyone in the gym looking at them. You heard the police cars approaching the school and saw Spider-man stick the Vulture to the wall with his webs right before the police came in, opening the doors to the gym from outside. You quickly got out, stressed, shocked and scared.
Running home as fast as you could with your high heels on your hands, you changed into your pajamas right as you got into your room. You quickly messaged your friends, trying to make sure everyone was okay, and sighed when you got messages assuring you of their wellbeing. You lie on your bed, looking at the ceiling and finally processing everything that had happened after the shock had worn out. You finally let out a sigh and run your hand through your hair, not knowing how to react at the way the night had turned out.
Your thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking on your window, and you turned your head, furrowing your eyebrows as to who would be there. Much to your surprise, you were faced with Spider-man. You didn’t move, not knowing what to do. He finally motioned for you to open the window, and you guessed there was nothing wrong in doing that, so you did.
‘’Hey’’ he whispered.
You didn’t say anything, narrowing your eyes and waiting for him to say something else. He started taking off his mask and you opened your mouth, wanting to say something but not knowing what. When his mask was finally off, you were faced with Peter. You didn’t move, shocked. It kind of made sense -the voice, the skipping class; yet you still didn’t know what to do.
‘’Aren’t you gonna say anything?’’ he softly asked. You shook your head and waited for him to continue. ‘’I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.’’
You walked to your bed and sat there, still looking at him. He stood in the middle of your room, mask on his hand and looking around, trying to figure out what words to say.
‘’I came because I wanted to apologize’’ he finally said. ‘’I shouldn’t have rejected you. I know realize it was a mistake and I… I actually like you a lot.’’
You looked at him, processing everything.
‘’I…’’ you started. ‘’I don’t know what to say. I don’t mean to be rude, but I can’t be with you.’’
He looked surprised and lost, and he opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, not knowing what to say.
‘’You see,’’ you continued, ‘’I have finally accepted that you didn’t like me, and I’m fine with it. I also can’t be with you knowing you are Spider-man. I can’t live worrying about you being okay; I just can’t.’’
He run a hand through his hair and looked at the ground.
‘’Okay’’ he whispered, turning around to live through the window, already putting on his mask.
‘’Peter,’’ you said before he left. He turned around and looked at you, the mask only covering his eyes, ‘’I would like for us to keep talking. Maybe in some time I’ll decide that I’m ready to be with you. Until then, I would like it if you came here whenever you need help with anything. Please.’’
He smiled softly and nodded, finally putting on his mask completely.
‘’I’ll look forward to that day’’ he said before slinging off your window and into the night.

Assassin!Seungcheol Pt 1

Requested by anon: Can please request a seungcheol mafia au with angst and fluff 💘 

hi lil anon i was actually already planning on writing this au right before you requested! I hope this was something along the lines of what you were looking for!! happy bday to papa cheols he is sUCH A BIAS WRECKER!! AND IM SORRY I WROTE SO MUCH FOR THIS!!! THIS ALMOST SURPASSED WOLF!WONWOO’S LENGTH JLSDJFDLS I WILL DO A PART 2 IF PEOPLE WANT IT!!!

also I was in the middle of writing this when all of a sudden i got a notification that @cheollies posted one and i was like oMG ARE U SERIOUS HERS IS SO MUCH BETTER!! go check hers out IM SO IN LOVE WITH HER WRITING OMG SHE GIVES ME INSPIRATION!!! my au takes a different direction bUT I FIND IT FUNNY HOW WE BOTH DID IT LMAO

warnings: fluff and a whole lotta angst, mention of some violence

Part 1 | Part 2 (Finale)

  • Yes another one
  • I apparently really like assassin and vigilante aus bc,,,, just look at wonwoo’s
  • I just kiNDA LIVE FOR THIS TROPE LEAVE ME A LO N E
  • anyways birthday boi papa cheols can run me over with this au bye
  • Seungcheol had always been involved in the shady realm of business
  • His father was a politician and,,,, well he wasn’t bad but he wasn’t good either
  • Seungcheol, however, thought his father did some questionable things
  • His suspicions were confirmed one day
  • “You’re gonna need to protect me”
  • And lil cheollie was like ???? what do you mean dad????
  • “Son, I have a lot of enemies, and that’s inevitable when you have this type of job. I don’t trust anyone else to do this job,,, so,,,,,,”
  • Poor smol cheols is still really confused like dad im still not understanding
  • “I need you to,,,,, take care,,,,,, of some people for me”
  • “Take care?? Like help them when they’re sick???”
  • “Sure…. Sick…. Let’s go with that”
  • And from then on, seungcheol started this dirty job his father brainwashed him into doing
  • He was only in middle school when he had to do his first “mission”
  • Since his dad didn’t want him to do anything big just yet, he only had cheols start off by dropping in poison discreetly in drinks
  • His missions slowly started to grow larger and next thing you know Seungcheol is taking up self defense classes

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Im Yours | Part 4

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Rating: Drama, Angst, Smut, Fluff
WARNINGS: Language, Eventual Violence, Lots of Smut Later on

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You woke up the next morning to the sound of things moving around in your kitchen. Panic instantly began to take over your chest as you racked your brain on who it could have been. Your mind traveled to the night before. Jaebum had tried to get you to stay, both with your job and with him. It was inappropriate though and as badly as you wanted to know what it felt like to have your body pressed against his in the heat of a passionate kiss, you just couldn’t do it. You had left like you had came, alone in the black SUV after telling Jaebum you were handing in your apron.

Your turned the corner and another sound came from the kitchen so you grabbed the first thing you could find, which in this case happened to be a meat mallet you had revived as a present and never moved to the kitchen. You spun it once in your hand before rounding the corner and swinging at the first body you saw. You came in contact with a stomach, a loud growl was let out of the body as it hunched over and then you realized who you had just hit.

“Oh my god Yugyeom!” You said dropping the mallet and kneeling down next to him. You looked up to see BamBam and Jackson laughing hysterically at the youngest who was now purple in the face from being winded. You got him to stand and propped him against the counter before lifting up his shirt to expose the large red rectangle that centered his abdomen.

“Shit I’m sorry, you guys scared me.” You said running your fingers over it.

“You sure do have a swing on you.” He tried to laugh.

You just gave him a sorry smile before making your way over to the freezer to get a pack of frozen corn for him to press onto his stomach. Once you got him to hold it you turned back to the others and crossed your arms, now trying to hide the fact you were braless under the over sized shirt you slept in.

“So we were sad to see you weren’t there this morning, are you sick?” Jackson asked reaching into the box of cereal he helped himself to.

“Oh, Jaebum didn’t tell you?” You asked hugging yourself tighter, the memory of his lips against yours surfacing once again.

“No?” Bambam answered, his eyebrows pressing together.

“I uh.. I quit.” You said quietly, all eyes barring down on you now.

“Why did you quit?” Yugyeom asked.

“It just wasn’t the right job for me.” You lied.

“Not the right job for you? But we’ve all got so close? I’m pretty sure it was you who said you’d rather be working for friends than anything else?” Jackson said slamming the box of cereal on the counter, making you jump slightly.

“That’s not the reason. You’re lying.” BamBam said pointing a finger.

“No, I-”

“Bullshit, y/n!” He yelled as Jackson and Yugyeom shot him warning looks to calm down.

“I don’t know what you-”

“Tell us the truth!” He said running hand through his red hair.

“Did something happen with Jaebum?” Jackson asked.

“I’m going to kill him if he hurt you.” BamBam said earning a smack on the head from Jackson.

You couldn’t focus on that though. Hearing his name made tingles run down your spine and the thought of him made your cheeks flush. They all noticed before it was too late and all rounded on you.

“What happened with Jaebum, y/n?” Jackson said with an amused grin.

“It’s nothing.” You said trying to avoid their eye contact.

“Did you and he… do it?” BamBam said, all anger gone.

“Oh no no…” you said biting your lip. “I had a little to much wine and kissed him.”

“On the mouth?” Yugyeom asked wide eyed, they all seemed to be more shocked at the news of kissing him than the two of you sleeping together.

“How else do you kiss someone?” You asked making BamBam chuckled loudly.

“Oh my god… I don’t know wether to be happy or worried!” He said turning towards Jackson. “That’s so great oh my god. Alright, go get dressed we should get going the guys are going to be hungry.” He said still laughing.

“No, BamBam…” You said causing them all to look at you again. “Im not going back. I can’t I’m mortified.”

“Y/n, listen.” BamBam said walking over and putting hands on either side of your arms. “You owe it to us to come back, we’ve all kinds started to see you as family. Plus, we’ll starve.” He said making you smile slightly.

“Im sorry B.” You said before backing out of the kitchen and going back to your room where you shut the door.

You listened intently for the front door to close, and when it did you sighed in relief. You knew you had just disappointed all of the boys and you wish there was a way for you to apologize face to face but there was no way you were going to go back to the house and you didn’t have any of their numbers to meet up else where. You felt like a coward, you weren’t afraid to admit it. But if your father knew you kissed your boss? Thats just a conversation you did not want to have to deal with.

‘Where’s y/n?’ Mark asked walking in last to the office everyone was sat in. 'I just went to go get food and no ones there.’ He said like it was new news.

BamBam just looked at Jaebum, half expecting him to tell everyone what happened but wasn’t surprised when he didnt. It would have been less awkward if he did just tell everyone. The way he changed the topic made everyone skeptical.

After you had left the night before Jaebum sat at the table for the next four hours, just thinking about you. He didn’t actually think you weren’t going to come back the next morning so when you didn’t show up, and then didn’t show up again when BamBam had gotten back his mood spiraled down. He couldn’t concentrate on the speech he was trying to scare into the men around him. He kept forgetting what he was saying every time he thought he heard one of your pans hitting itself below him and when the other boys spoke back all he could think about was your lips against his.

He finally had enough of the stares everyone was giving him so he waved his hand indicating that they needed to leave, and they did. But not before openly talking about going to see you.

'You’re the one who needs to go see her.’ BamBam said, still sitting with his feet on the large desk.

'What are you talking about.’ Jaebum spat, his face softening slightly when BamBam rose and eyebrow at him.

'She told me that she kissed you. Kiss you- your mouth.’ He said sternly, mainly so Jaebum knew he wasn’t going to turn this into a joke.

'Whats the big deal?’ Jaebum snapped again.

'The big deal is you don’t do that. You’ve never done that for as long as I’ve known you.

'You don’t know that for a fact.’ Jaebum said with a sharp chuckle.

'Really? Jaebum, I know you. We all know you. 'never let the women know you care’ your dad basically drilled that into all of us.’

Jaebum just stood there, knowing perfectly well that BamBam was right. That he never let his lips touch another. It was a sign of power loss, a gateway into the heart and he wasn’t ever going to put his power at risk.

'You need to go to her. Like today before she really leaves us.’ BamBam added standing up. He threw Jaebum a worried smirk before starting to walk out of the room.

'Bam?’

'Yeah, boss?’

'I can’t bring her into all of this.’ Jaebum said sitting harshly in his chair before rubbing his face.

'Then don’t? We’ve kept her out of his this long. I would just be conscious that it will eventually find her. She’s a tough girl though.’ BamBam said with a soft smile now as Jaebum nodded.

'You’ve always been one of the smarter ones. Despite you being an actual psychopath.’ He said making BamBam chuckle before leaving the room

It hadn’t even been a full 24 hours since you last seen the boys and you already missed them like crazy. Especially BamBam. You found yourself laughing at things on the tv and immediately think about which boy you were going to tell that too, but only to get sad when you realized it probably wouldn’t happen.

You felt terrible by the time dinner rolled around. You hadn’t changed out of your large shirt or sleeping shorts and you were pretty sure the hair tie that held your hair in a messy bun was now apart of you hair. You decided it wasn’t worth cooking tonight, it would just make you miss the boys even more. You groaned loudly, it was stupid that you felt that way. You barley knew them there was no reason for you to pout. Still, takeout sounded a lot better than your own food.

You were just about to press call on the number you saved for lazy evenings and drunk nights when there was a quick two knocks on your front door. You looked at the phone before tossing it to the couch and stumbling sleepily over to the front door. You swung the door open almost a little to hard and froze. In all his glory was the one person you had been actively trying not to think about. Your heart fluttered as a light laugh followed by a blush touched his face as he took in your attire.

'Jaebum…’ You said biting on your lip nervously before realizing how rude you were being.

'Um, come in.’ You said stepping to the side.

You slowly closed the door and held the handle for a good few seconds before taking a deep breath and turning back to Jaebum. He was already facing you, a nervous smile set on his lips as he tried to figure out what to say to you.

“The boys were all sad you didn’t come today.” He said, internally kicking himself.

“Yeah, um… BamBam, Jackson and Yugyeom stopped by this morning.”

“Gyeom has a nasty bruise thanks to you.” He said making you chuckle lightly. “Look, y/n… Im sorry about last night. Kissing you was unprofessional and I shouldn’t have done it.” He said with sad eyes.

“Im the one who kissed you.” You said biting you lip again, the thought of his lips against yours making every nerve in your body stand at attention. “I don’t think I’m sorry about it though.” You added.

His smile faltered but was soon replaced by an even bigger one. He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it, all he wanted to do was kiss you.

“I was just about to order in. Would you like to join me?” You asked biting your lip, not quite sure what it was you were doing, only knowing you’d kick yourself for not doing it.

“I would love to.” He said shrugging out of his jacket and placing it over the nearest chair. “But only if you agree to come back tomorrow.

It was like being with a friend. You sat together poking around at the food you had ordered until it grew cold, laughing at the comments each of you made. He didn’t mind watching the show that had been rerunning all day, in fact he found the whole TV mafia crime plot very amusing, and your comments made it even better and he found himself thinking 'If you only knew.’ quite a bit.

"Okay but how stupid is this guy, like yeah let me just go check on my wear house stashed full of drugs because I think someone might break in with no gun and no back up like please.” You said shaking your head as you placed the empty plate on the coffee table by his feet and brought your knees to your chest.

“So stupid.” He laughed shaking his head.

“Right! This show makes me so mad its so unrealistic.” You laughed, looking over to see him smile.

You felt your cheeks flush with his stare as he looked at you with a soft smile. You took your hand and pushed on his shoulder, trying to turn the attention back to the show you were watching, but the feeling of him still looking at you made it hard to focus. You turned back to him and the two of you laughed. You couldn’t stop looking at his lips, but didn’t want to make another first move, so instead you settled with resting your head on his shoulder and pulling the blanket that was draped over the back of the couch over your cold legs. You looked back to the Tv and felt him soften as his hand reached out for yours.

Your mind raced so fast that you could hardly focus on the fight scene that was happening in front of you. You tried so hard not to  look at him again, but the feeling of his thumb stroking the side of your hand made it hard. You gave in, trying as discreetly as you could to raise your eyes to see as much of his face as you could. You blushed, he was already looking at you. You brought your head back to see him more clearly, everything about him from this distance was so different. He was so much softer, his lips were so much pinker and his eyes held this shine to them that made your cheeks tingle.

“I’d like to ask you something.” He said softly shifting slightly so he was half facing you, his arm finding its way around the back of the couch. “If I were to ask you to dinner, just the two of us what would you say?”

“Are you asking me on a date?” You said biting your lip as you smiled, your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. You watched as he laughed and looked a way for a second, the tops of his cheeks turning slightly pink.

“Yes. Yes, I am asking you out on a date.”

“And a date where I don’t have to cook!” You said making him laugh now.

“No, you don’t have to cook.”

“I’d love to.” You said softly while giving his hand a light squeeze.

“Can I kiss you now?” Jaebum asked biting at the corner of his mouth.

You didn’t even respond, you just let him lean over to you, one hand resting against your hip while the other still laid across the back of the couch. The moment his lips found yours you melted. It felt so natural to be kissing him with the way your hands slipped so easily around his neck and how soft the ends of his hair was against the tips of your fingers. He pushed into the kiss till you were laying on your back. He hovered above you, your mouths moving in sync as one of his hand traveled up to your hot cheek. You wrapped one arm around his supporting arm, smiling softly at the muscle that bulged from his position.

“Why are you smiling?” He asked breaking away from you slightly. You didn’t respond, just squeezed his arms and giggled again before pulling him back down to kiss you. This time he was smiling into the kiss, leaving soft small pecks all over your mouth and face until you were smiling too.

“Stop you’re so weird.” You giggled hitting his chest lightly. He laughed softly and looked at you before kissing you one more time, this time it was more serious. It wasn’t a short kiss but it wasn’t a complicated one. It was just perfect.

When he pulled away he pulled you up with him and gently helped you crawl until your head was resting on his chest and both of your attentions were turned back towards the tv. You breathed in taking in the sweet scent of his skin, you’re eyes starting to feel heavy.

“You know this could technically be out first date.” You said. He wrapped his arms around your back as he chuckled, the vibration in his chest making you bite your lip.

“I guess we did have dinner and a movie. Even if the movie totally sucked.” He said, mocking your words.

You chuckled again and blinked slowly. The two of you fell quiet, his hand rubbed your back softly as your eyelids started to get heavy. You yawned softly and his arms tightened around your again, encouraging you to fall asleep, and you did. You fell asleep to the sound of his breathing and the soft beat of his heart as he held onto you like his life depended on it. The moment you relaxed into sleep he smiled. He never realized how much he needed you to be there laying across him, your hand softly grabbing to his shirt in  your sleep. He wanted to close his eyes, sleep was so close to him but there was something about how soft and cute you looked that made it hard to close his eyes. He prayed you would stay that way. That you would continue to bring him this new feeling of giddiness and comfort.

That he wouldn’t ruin you.

Camping ft pocket!jungkook

Originally posted by theseoks

Genre: fluff, pocket!jungkook

Words: 920

This of course took way too long to do, I’m sorry, Btw, should I write a part two??

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Chapter 23 (Behind the Walls)

Behind the Walls Masterlist

Pairing: Professor!Bucky X Reader

Words: 1429

Warnings: None. Language!

Summary: You are currently getting your PhD in Art History, your dissertation being about The Power of Nudity in Art. Your advisor recommends you switch from being her TA to another professor because she feels her health is declining and wants you to get the best help/advice from someone new. She recommends Dr. James Barnes and believes he will be of great help to you. Things don’t turn out as you plan.

A/N: Aaaand they’re back! I surprised myself writing this tonight tbh.Also, I’m really sorry this is the shittiest chapter/part I’ve ever written but something tells me if I get the writer’s block out of the way in this chapter then it’ll get better.  Let me know if you want to be tagged HERE.

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Back to the Past (Hamilton x Reader) 5

Words: 4500+

Tags: @ghcstflower @princessoftrash1234 @theamazingfeministunicorn @caswhatareyoudoingstahp @fanagelbagel @thefoundingfuckboys @batgurl32467 @21phantasticromances @live-to-the-fullest18 @looneylovegoodx @onelastfic @sbobsessions @gonnamurderyou @goldensabriel @chvck-shvrley @insane-hamilton-imagines @justfangirlingaround @heiloveee @carry-on-my-fangirl @queentyna @feral-tomcat-hamilton @mehrmonga

Warnings: small amount of cursing and a lot of arguing, like, a lot, angst? *maybe

A/N: i was gonna write more, but then i realized that this was getting out of hand and that maybe i should stop lol. im sorry for so much dialogue, but they needed to talk, ya know? this might just be a filler chapter, to develop their relationships between each other more

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Mulligan let you sleep in his tent instead, criticizing Hamilton for treating you this way. You really wanted to tell him what was actually going on, but it seemed too unrealistic, so you kept it to yourself. You also knew that he liked you, so whenever he flirted with you, you would blush, looking away from him. Lafayette and Laurens talked to you often, trying to find a way to help you get back. It has been more than a month, and you still did not receive that clue from the woman.

Hamilton ignored you most of the time, a permanent scowl on his face when you were near. It broke your heart, and you had to continue to tell yourself that this was not him, that he was no such an asshole. The lines began to blur, though, and you couldn’t help but slowly despise him as well.

Hamilton walked into Hercules’s tent, surprised that you were sitting right there. He ignored you, pretending that you did not exist. Eventually, when he saw you reading a piece of paper, he raised his eyebrows at you. “Hmm, I did not expect you to be able to read.” He said, distracting you.

“What’s that suppose to mean, Hamilton?” You said, exasperated at his insult already.

“You seem uneducated, shame, you were more interesting when I though you could not read.”

“Get out, Hamilton.” Mulligan glared at him, and he shrugged, marching out. Mulligan looked at you, and you shrugged, turning your eyes back to the paper.

It grew to the point where you avoid one another as often as possible. The three boys noticed the change of relationship between the two of you, and tried to let you talk it out, much to your appreciation. But you shook your head at them, telling them that it will never work, that Hamilton will always hate you. After a few days of this, Mulligan pulled you into a tent, closing the tent door behind him.

“Look, Miss Y/N, I do not know what is going on between the two of you, but it needs to end. The atmosphere whenever you two are together, is deadly. I could barely talk with all the anger in the room. We need to get you back home, so that you may be comfortable again. I cannot stand to see you two hate each other.” Your heart warmed at his concern, and you finally realized that you needed to tell him what was going on. So that he could help you.

“Herc, I, there’s something I need to tell you.” You confessed, and he nodded, pulling back a curtain. You widened your eyes, seeing Laurens and Lafayette standing there, their arms crossed against their chest. “What the…? Am I being lectured? You set this up?”

“We need to know what’s going on. Hamilton wanted to court you, and now, he could not stand to look at your face. Please, let us help you.” Laurens pleaded. “I hate seeing my friends like this.”

“Laurens is right, Miss Y/N. I am the tired of arguments. I would like the peace, please.” Lafayette always pronounced his s and a z, and it was cute hearing the accent. Mulligan looked at you, determined.

“I like you, Miss Y/N. But I know that Hamilton liked you, and I would like to know what had happened before I take you away from him.” His eyes were serious, no joking whatsoever. You blushed, looking away from the intense gaze.

You were smart enough to see that Mulligan liked you, but too stupid to see that Hamilton liked you as well. No wonder he was extremely kind and pleasant towards you. Emphasis on was. It was disheartening to think about his heart being affected by that witch.

“I, it’s a curse.” You said and Mulligan snapped his fingers, nodding.

“Makes sense. That was one of our ideas, please continue, Miss Y/N.” You scoffed at his cockiness, but spoke anyway.

“When Herc brought us to the home of that lady, we found her, we didn’t just walk in and find nothing. She let us in, and gave us this, this substance. We were given all these different colors, and we drank it. She sort of, made you guys get into this trance, and gave me an ultimatum. Either you guys stay that way, or she makes Hamilton hate me. I know, I should not have taken the deal. But you guys were just helping me, I didn’t want you to be stuck like that. You didn’t see it, you didn’t see how soulless you were, how empty your eyes were. I hated seeing you that way.” Tears grew in your eyes, and you were pulled into their arms, all of them squeezing you as right as possible.

They all told you that it was okay, that they would have chosen the same. “That’s the thing, you guys. I didn’t even say yes, but she did it anyway. She just, she made him hate me.”

“Y/N, do you have any idea why? Why she would do this?” Laurens asked, and they all let go to look at you.

“She said something about me hurting her before? That I did the same to her? I honestly have no clue why this happened, she probably mistook me for someone else. I don’t even belong here.” You rubbed your head.

“She said that you did the same thing to her?” Mulligan repeated, looking at the other men. You nodded, puzzled.

“Yea, why?”

The three men exchange looks, like they were speaking to each other while keeping their mouths closed. You looked at them, wondering what they were thinking. “Guys, tell me. What’s up?” You asked again.

They sighed, and Mulligan began to speak. “When we first got to the camp, there was this woman. She was quite interesting, she wore a long, black gown. When she saw Alexander, she immediately came up to him, telling him that they belonged together.” You raised your eyebrow. “Yes, well, he thought the same thing. But then she started speaking about this person that may appear in front of him and trick him to like her. She said that she may dress or look different than us. She told Hamilton not to trust her, that the woman that was coming was there to kill him.”

“That's…how?” You said, rubbing your head.

This was too much. She tells Hamilton that they’re supposed to be together, and that you were going to kill him. That makes no sense.

“But, now that I’m thinking about it, I cannot remember what she looked like. It is blurry.” Mulligan closed his eyes, thinking.

Lafayette nodded, rubbing his temples. “You’re right, Mulligan. I cannot seem to either. It’s like, like…”

“Like she wiped your memory.” You hissed. “Do you even know her name?” Mulligan shook his head, and you looked at the other two. They shrugged.

This is a mess, just a big mess.

You were transported back in time, and you find that you were supposed to be there. Then this mystery woman tells Hamilton that he’s going to run into you, that you were supposed to kill him. No wonder he was hesitate when he first met you, his hand staying on the gun. And now she puts this curse, making your friends forget and making Hamilton hate you.

“What is going on?” You said to no one in particular, sitting down on Lafayette’s bed. “I was just looking at images,” you glanced up at the boys, “paintings of a celebrity, and now, now, I made this stupid curse happen? Wow, I completely destroyed the future. Say goodbye to computers and television and porn.”

“Do not put all of the blame on yourself, Y/N.” You noticed that Laurens dropped the miss in your name. “It’s all of ours. We took the chance on this witch, and it was an error in judgement. We will figure this out, we will put Hamilton back to how he was before we encountered that witch.” Laurens tightened his fists, ready to fight.

“Laurens is right, Y/N. We are in together. Friends will do this together. Friends will support the each other.” You smiled at them, then looked at Mulligan. He was looking at you all, smiling.

“Now there is two wars to fight. By the way, what were you saying? Porn?” Mulligan asked, mildly curious.

“Two wars? Oh, are you talking about Y/N?” You heard Hamilton’s voice, and your heart dropped. It was hard to be in the same area as him, let alone in the same room. He did not notice you sitting there yet, since Mulligan’s stature was blocking you. “Can’t we just drop her off somewhere? It is better that she is off our hands, dealing with her is too much of a hassle.”

“You know what, Hamilton? How about treat Y/N with some respect, and stop acting like a complete bracket-faced, lobcock.” Mulligan hissed, glaring at his shorter friend. Hamilton widened his eyes, and you were confused. It sounded ridiculous, but it seemed to work, leaving Hamilton speechless.

“You do not have to be that harsh, Mulligan, you know the situation.” Laurens grumbled, hiding a smirk.

“Ah, but mon ami, he deserves it. I do not understand what he said, but it made me feel insulted.” Lafayette laughed, looking at Hamilton’s red face. You finally appeared from behind Mulligan’s figure, and Hamilton looked down at you, a frown on his face.

“Now you’ve taken my friends away from me? How kind of you.” He said sarcastically, crossing his arms. You were shocked that he was not at least a little bit embarrassed that you were there the whole time. “Why am I being treated this way? Y/N is the one that wormed her way into our lives. The three of you lads should despise her some sort of way.” Mulligan sighed, rubbing his forehead.

“You’re an ass, Hamilton.” You frowned, looking away from him. You heard him scoff in response.

“You were right, Y/N, he is insufferable.” The other two snickered. “Hamilton, we were just talking about you.” Mulligan said, looking at him. Hamilton raised a brow. “Do you remember how you felt about Y/N? Before we all went out with one another?”

Hamilton put his hand on his chin, looking down at you. “I thought that she was beautiful and smart and fascinating. But after that trip, all that seemed disappear. I finally see her for what she truly is. A-“

“Beautiful, smart and fascinating being.” Mulligan finished, looking at you. You looked away from him, and you saw out of the corner of your eyes, his shoulders slump down in defeat.

“You know that is not what I was saying.” Hamilton replied, ignoring the discourse between you and Mulligan. “I cannot stand being next to her. She is a nuisance.”

“Hamilton, if I may say, can you shut the fuck up for one second? She does not need your insults, and you are being worse than Charles Lee. Please, just stop.” Did they even use the word fuck in the 1700s? You looked at Laurens, and he was fuming, staring at his friend. This time Hamilton shut his mouth, finally startled. “Let Mulligan explain what’s going on with you. Then you can comment.”

Mulligan looked at Hamilton once more, then told him everything that I did. Hamilton nodded slowly, glancing down at you. There was still anger in his eyes, but for a moment, you thought you saw a little bit of sympathy show. It was immediately gone though, replaced with hatred. “So you are telling me that you let this woman make me this angry all the time? Do you have any notion on how this feels? To be, just, furious at anything? I thought it was because of the war, but no, it’s you, Y/N. You are the cause of this.” He began walking towards you, but he was held back by Lafayette standing in front of you.

“I do not care want to hurt you, mon ami. But if you try to land a hand on Y/N, I will surely have to.” He glowered fiercely at Hamilton, causing him to back up. You did not hear one word mispronounced in his threat, his eyes never moving from Hamilton’s. Mulligan looked at the commotion, rubbing his head. Laurens stayed quiet, deep in his thoughts. “And this is no one’s fault. No one is at fault here. Y/N did not choose for this to happen, and we did not choose to run into her. This is, how you say, fate. It is meant to happen.”

“Laf, now you’re starting to sound like Mulligan and Laurens. Do you not see that this makes no sense? This is a foolish endeavor, and I am not standing for it.”

You walked around Lafayette, standing in front of Hamilton. He stared you down, and you did the same, putting a finger on his chest. “Then sit down, Hamilton, because we have to deal with it.” You pushed him onto the bed, and he widened his eyes, looking up at you. “I get it, you hate me, you want to shoot me, you want to kill me. Whatever, I couldn’t give a flying fuck about what you think. For all I care, you could run away and act like the brat you are.”

“You know what-“ He started, but you put your hand up, silencing him.

“The Alexander Hamilton I met never acted this way. He never treated me like a piece of crap. I, I liked you, Hamilton. And I feel like I still do. And it’s hard, it’s really hard, to see past this curse that she put on you. But I believe we could rid of it, that we could find a way to stop her from making you into this, this despicable human being.” Mulligan jumped up, another idea in his eyes.

“How about this? We go to the Winter’s Ball?”

“Do you really want to party? Right now?” Laurens grumbled, staring at his Irish friend. Mulligan rolled his eyes, looking back at you.

“No. Everyone from town goes to that ball. Maybe if we go, we could find the witch there? It’s a small possibility, but if it stops Hamilton from being so infuriating and helps lift the curse, I think it is worth going. And it’s in a few days.” The rest of you looked at each other, and Hamilton sighed, getting up from the bed. He ignored looking at you, straightening his shirt.

“Fine, we’ll go. I want to feel like me again. And I want this mess with Y/N to end already, so that we could go back to worrying about the war.” Before any of us could agree with him, he walked out, leaving the four of us alone.

Lafayette looked worried, staring at us. I patted his arm softly, and he blushed. “Laf, if you could hug me before, why can’t I touch you?” He chuckled, rubbing his neck. “I agree with Hamilton, though, Herc. I want this mess to end as well, and I want you to worry about more pertinent matters than me. You have a country to create, an empire to fight. I’m standing in the way of that.”

Mulligan shook his head. “No, you are not. I told you to stop saying that about yourself. You are worth every second that I spend on you. Every second.”

You cleared your throat. “Um, thanks, Herc. I really appreciate it. I’ll go back to your tent, I’m going to take a rest.” You walked away from the rest, rubbing your face. You knew you had to tell Herc that you didn’t recuperate his feelings towards you, but he was so kind, and it was hard to let him down like that. He was your friend, but you needed to tell him that that’s all he would ever be. As you walked out, you bumped into a man. You looked at him, seeing those big, beautiful brown eyes of his. They were not kind anymore, but more of a dark, hard stare. You sighed, turning the other direction.

“Y/N, wait. I want to talk.” You stopped, turning back to him.

“About what, exactly? Are you going to insult me again? Make fun of my outfit? Try to make me cry?” You said, crossing your arms. Hamilton looked nervous, playing with his fingers. You immediately dropped your annoyance, looking at him. “Hamilton? Are you okay?”

“There is a part of me that looks at you, and I feel, I feel like I should like you. Like, we have a connection. But everytime I think of you in a positive light, this dark cloud, covers all of it. That’s why this is so hard to say. I really, really want to yell at you right now. I am holding it back so much. I hate feeling like this, like I’m not even me anymore.” You dropped your eyes to the ground.

Everyone has been trying to take the blame off of you, but it was true, you were the one who caused this. This, this witch caused this. But you were the target, she just wanted to see you suffer as you saw Hamilton suffer. 

“I’m so sorry, Alex. I’m sorry I didn’t try harder to stop this from happening.” He held his head, spitting out vulgar insults and words that made the tears in your eyes fall. You made him into this monster, into this person. You ran over to him, but he pushed you away, his hands in fists.

“LEAVE Y/N, please, just go. I really want to hurt you, and I cannot stop myself for long” He cried out, staring at you. You saw your sweet Hamilton looking back at you, trapped in his own body. You got up and ran away, towards Hercules’s tent. Once you were inside, you dropped to the floor, your head in your hands.

What have you done?


Mulligan gave you a dress that he created for you to wear to the ball. You thanked him for the modest look, it not being as tight as you’ve seen in the history books. The rest of the boys just wore their revolutionary uniforms, ready to leave. Hamilton and you didn’t speak to one another, not talking about the incident that happened just days before. It was even more awkward, the other men in the room exchanging worried glances often. You did not get to see Washington, and hoped you didn’t. The way the men talked about him made him seem like a fierce man, one that you did not want to overshadow. Thankfully, the others always went to his tent, Washington never stepping in theirs.

“Are you ready, Y/N?” Laurens asked, smiling at you. You nodded, anxiously playing with the fabric on your dress. He went to touch your hair, but stopped himself, putting his hands down quickly.

“You know, in my time, if you even tried to touch me, you’ll be prosecuted and killed by gunfire.” Laurens widened his eyes in shock, and you laughed. “I’m kidding, Laurens. Just kidding.”

“Oh…” He laughed dryly, rubbing his arm. “The others are waiting for us. Mulligan got a carriage somehow, and they told me to come and get you.” You nodded, following Laurens out the tent. You walked a little with him, realizing that he was a very interesting person. He was more than just “make the first black battalion guy”, but he was kind and loud. Not as loud as Mulligan, but he was close.

You two walked to the carriage, Mulligan helping you up. You sat across from Hamilton, the scowl still stuck on his face. But his eyes glanced over you, and you could have sworn you saw the kindness come back. But just for a second. 

The ride was quiet, no one even trying to start a casual conversation. It felt like a mission, like this was the end of the line. Either you found the witch, or you were stuck here, for good. The five of you arrived at the ball, Lafayette putting your arm in his. You smiled at him, the nerves bubbling in your chest.

“It will be fine, Y/N.”

“I’m not nervous Laf, do I look nervous? Oh no, is my arm sweaty? Am I sweating?” You said quickly, looking down at yourself. You looked fine. Lafayette was smiling on you, shaking his head.

“You looked beautiful, mon ami.

“Thanks, Laf. You look handsome as well.” He grinned at you happily, the other four behind you. A man held the door open for him, and you nodded, smiling. The two of you walked through, and you widened your eyes at the openness of the room. It was enormous, candles lining the walls. Lafayette led you to a table, and you noticed that it was reserved, all their names written on a paper.

“Nice, who has the connections?” You asked, touching the paper. Hamilton advanced towards you, gesturing to himself.

“Me, of course. Lads, I heard the Schuyler sisters will be here tonight.” He said, ignoring your presence once again. You scowled at him, sitting down at the table. Mulligan shrugged, taking a seat next to you.

“We’re not here to woo the women, Hamilton. We’re here to see if we could find the witch that made you like this? Remember?” Hamilton was ignoring Mulligan, sipping on a drink in his hand. He spotted a woman in the distance, and winked at all of you, striding away. Laurens sighed, sitting at the table. Lafayette did the same, glancing at his retreating friend. “He is such a hassle to deal with. I do not think I could deal with more of this.”

“We’ll figure this out, Herc. Don’t worry.” You said, smiling at him. The other boys were looking around the room, trying to spot the witch. Once they asked what she looked like, your mind drew a blank. “Oh, no, don’t tell me-“

“She erased your memory as well?” Laurens said, shaking his head at the discovery. You cursed, looking at the dance floor. All the women dancing with the men didn’t look at all familiar to you, and you soon realized that this mission was pointless.

“She may be wearing something different? Something that stands out?” Mulligan suggested.

“Or she is normal dressed, like the other maidens.” Lafayette mumbled.

“This is not going to work out well, guys, we cannot find her if we have no idea what she looks like.” You grumbled, putting your head in your hands. You noticed out of the corner of your eye, Hamilton dancing with a woman. He was laughing and smiling at her, the opposite of how he acted with you. You heart ached, watching them dance together. The woman was small, with an olive skin tone. She had long, black hair, waving in the air as Hamilton lead her. Mulligan followed your gaze, seeing you watching the two of them. He looked back at you, a pained expression on his face.

“Would you care to dance, Y/N?” Mulligan asked, holding out his hand. You widened your eyes, shaking your head quickly.

“No, I can’t, I can barely walk on my two feet.” He raised his eyebrow, still holding out his hand. You sighed, placing your hand in his. He walked you to the dance floor, and placed a hand on your waist, the other hand in yours. You put your available hand on his shoulder, and he glided across the floor, teaching you how to follow his steps. You did so, and soon, you caught up to the rhythm. He joked around with you and twirled you along.

“I like you, Y/N.” Herc said as he glided you across the floor. You looked up at him, and he smiled down sadly. “I know, you don’t have to say it. I know you do not feel the same.” You sighed. Mulligan was a really good man, an amazing man, but your feelings for him just did not feel the same as with Hamilton.

“I’m sorry, Hercules.” You whispered. He shook his head.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, Y/N.” The conversation ended there, and he began joking around again, like he didn’t just confess his feelings towards you.

You could not help but feel safe in his arms, although you caught yourself glancing at Hamilton ever so often. He caught your eyes, looking at Hercules dancing with you. Eventually, he excused himself from dancing with the woman, bowing to her. She curtsied, and he watched her walk away.

He began walking to the both of you, but was interrupted by a woman stopping him. She wore a black dress, different from the rest of the bright colors in the room. You noticed how she touched Hamilton’s arm, caressing it softly. He looked uncomfortably, but kindly spoke to her, smiling at her softly. You looked up at Mulligan.

“Herc, do you see that lady?” He spun you around, looking over your shoulder. He nodded.

“She seems suspicious, and she’s touching Hamilton, like…”

“Like they’re da-courting. Herc, it might be her.” He nodded, letting go of your hands. He began marching over, but you grabbed his arm. “No, you can’t just do that. She’ll see you.” He looked at his friend, biting his lip.

“Then what do we do?”

“We watch her, wait until she does something stupid. Or if Hamilton does something stupid first.” You turned back to them, noticing that they began dancing. You caught her eye, and gasped, digging your fingers into Mulligan’s harm. He touched your hand, rubbing it softly.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

You could barely speak, looking at her dancing with Hamilton. Her face, no it couldn’t be. It can’t be. Lafayette and Laurens walked over, seeing that the two of you were frozen on the dance floor. They tried getting your attention, but you were stuck, looking at the two of them dance.

“Y/N! Listen to me! What’s wrong?” Herc yelled, and you finally looked at him.

“Herc…that’s, I know her.” You whispered, and he raised his eyebrow.

“What?”

“I know her! She’s, she’s my friend. She’s the one that told me about the soundtrack, she’s the one that invited me to the Hamilton show. She’s…” The witch, the one that cursed you and the boys.

She was your best friend.


his was such a mulligan x reader chapter lol, i kicked our little ham boy to the side hahaha

School Days Pt. 5 (Losers Club/Reader)

Originally posted by to-obsessed

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

(A/N: Also very Stan/Reader leaning in this part. It be like that sometimes. If this sucks it’s because I suck, actually. I’d rather die than proofread this so come eat the hell)

Summary: The Losers Club meets the reader and Stan at his house for an emergency meeting.

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A Cure For Each Other

- yo yo yo this is my first story whoop! sorry it has a few sad parts in it lol its all i could think of. i hope you all enjoy it and feel free to request a scenario w any of the svt members!!! ♡

-1559 words
-fluff with a hint of sadness

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study! study! study! thats all i heard from everyone. from my parents who pressured me to be better than everyone else. from my teachers who labeled me as their star student. from my few friends who just wanted the best for me. it was all tiring though. i never had free time. i never had random friday night get togethers with someone. i was  always alone with silent tears and studying.

my current thoughts consumed my entire mind until the sound of the classroom door opening disrupted those oh so “pleasant” thoughts.

“Mr. Chwe. Late again I see. Must I have to call your parents?” asked Mrs. Smith with obvious annoyance lacing every word.

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a little modernish klangst

sooooo i know i havent really posted BUT i have a good reason being school graduation!! anyways this just came to me and it broke my heart so i decided to share with you all. It not that good but still hope you enjoy!! 

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Lance never would have thought that he would be leaving Keith. In fact, Lance was sure that Keith would be the one leaving him. Funny how things turned out to be, right?

Their relationship started to go downhill during a very important moment in Keith’s life. Keith had been a nervous wreck when his astronaut test (is that even real??? Idk it is real in this au) was coming up. He kept going on and on about how he wasn’t going to pass it which eventually led to him towards a bad negative slump. He would tell Lance that he wasn’t good enough for him and how he never gave Lance anything when Lance had given him everything (Lance maybe was gonna be a doctor??? His career was already set). He even went as far as to telling him that they should break up because “You can do better than me.” That’s when Lance snapped, in a good way. He told Keith he was going to pass it and that he loved him or else why would he have stayed with him all these years? He told Keith that he knew that he was going to become a great astronaut and that he believed in him and whatnot. Then, they hugged and made up and all that sappy stuff.

Fast-forward to a few weeks when Keith had received his award letter and met with his new co-workers. The first few days they were both ecstatic. Keith was going to be an astronaut! Lance was so happy for him. He did his best to support Keith in whatever ways he could because he could see that Keith fit in perfectly. However, when Keith decided to hang out with his new co-workers more and more, Lance knew something was off. Keith slowly stared to come home later and would often never answer his phone. He would not show up to their dates and would excuse himself whenever he did. Lance could feel the distance between them growing as time flew by and would often ponder whether Keith still loved him. (he often asked Keith this and would receive an “of course I love you.”) Lance didn’t know what to do. (He often felt lonely and sad which was definitely not good… leading to him becoming depressed)

It wasn’t until one day when Lance stumbled upon Keith and his friends, that his heart broke completely. He had been shopping (a thing that now made him feel slightly better since someone decided to ditch him) when he noticed them and of course he went to greet them. Lance should have noticed something was of when Keith ignored him. He should have left but he told himself that it was fine even when Keith rejected his kiss. He was introducing himself (Hi, my name is Lance and im Keith’s boyfriend) when Keith quickly interrupted him and told them that Lance was just a “friend.” Lance was fine, right? (WRONG)

Lance felt like he was punched in the gut and his breathe was knocked out. Did he really hear, right? Had Keith, his Keith who was proud of who he was and never in his life hid his sexuality, really tried to hide their relationship?? He wanted to scream and cry at the same time. He put on a stoic face (KEIT WYD???) and abruptly excused himself. Keith made no move to go after him.

Lance cried (A LOT) when he got home. I mean, who wouldn’t be when their own boyfriend somewhat rejected them?? He let out the sadness and betrayal from his system. (it took longer than what he intended but oh well) He couldn’t believe that Keith had done that. Once he was more in control, he made a decision that would change his life. He packed all of his belongings, making sure that he didn’t leave anything personal behind, (Keith was somewhere idk okay??? He just didn’t go home, igues?) and walked out the door without looking back.

FRIENDS AU: “The One With The Cabin”

                                                      :Summary:

Living on the rough side of New York - Six friends find themselves broke in their late 20s, struggling in everyday life. Follow the lives of the people set in time, as if fate placed them on purpose - learning the importance of love, family, drama, and even heartbreak. But in the end, it always ties together, no matter the cost.

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                 EPISODE ONE: “THE ONE WITH BUCKY’S SECRET”

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