just because they were set up nicely

A few more thoughts on Guardians of the Galaxy 2 (yeah, I have a lot of them): while I totally get the rush of “galaxy’s best dad!/Yondu did nothing wrong in his life!” posts and fanart (I do! honestly! Michael Rooker did an amazing job) that’s just… not the story I think the movie is telling, or the story I really want it to be telling. James Gunn is at it too, what with him basically saying “Well, Peter wasn’t a great son either!” in that Q&A he did…

…Yondu was an absolutely abusive parent, yeah? He loved Peter a lot in his own equally-abused way, but he was. Peter even says it, when Yondu demands a prize for basic decency in the first movie “Normal people don’t even think about eating anybody else, let alone that person having to be grateful for it!” He doesn’t know Yondu was never planning to seriously hurt him, he just knows that he pretty much grew up under the constant threat of violence (no matter how ordinary that apparently seems to be for Ravagers.) There were presumably some nice moments every now and again, since Peter does have a clear, maybe rather begrudging affection for him, but yeah, the point: at the beginning of the Guardians films Yondu’s not even deserving of a World’s Okayest Dad mug, let alone a World’s Greatest Dad one.

But that’s why his storyline in GOTG2 is so satisfying, and hits all the tropes I love in a redemption arc, because it’s entirely about Yondu realising just how utterly, utterly he fucked up (with both Peter and the other kids he unwittingly delivered to their deaths) and setting out to try and make up for it, even if that means dying basically unmourned (as Stakar told him) and unloved. When he’s with the others on Ego’s planet, it’s obvious from his words to Rocket that he doesn’t intend to leave it at all, but rather stay and try to regain some remnants of his honour by helping to kill the thing that killed his adopted son’s siblings.

And I love the “[Ego] may have been your father but he wasn’t your daddy” line, I think everyone does, but those would have been terribly disappointing and selfish last words. I don’t think Yondu was talking about himself, it’s just a simple affirmation to make Peter feel better, what matters is the apology he makes afterwards. “I’m sorry I didn’t do none of it right, I was lucky you were my boy.” Not a plea for forgiveness, just a flat-out statement really: Peter deserved better than him. All he can do is die to keep Peter alive and hold his face when he cries and hope that that’s enough.

…..And that’s just, such a much more interesting story than “he was secretly good all along.”

Canceled Date (Steve Harrington x Female Reader)

Summary: After you had to cancel your date with Steve because you have to babysit your sister, Steve invites himself over and manages to show you a completely different side to him.

Word Count: 2512

Warnings: none, maybe just OOC Steve

Note: First time writing for Steve but ay whatever. I hope you all enjoy! Feel free to tell me what ya think! :)

Originally posted by ilovenarcisse

It wasn’t every night your parents would leave you to take care of your 8 month old sister, but after your father got a promotion at his job, they wanted to celebrate. You really didn’t want to ruin their celebration, so you offered to take care of little Anna for as long as they needed you to.

The only bad part was that you had to cancel your date with your boyfriend. You were dating Steve Harrington, the “King” of the school. He had told he really didn’t care about that title, and it was a bit stupid. You have been dating for at least 3 months, and your parents absolutely adored him, and you like to think his parents adore you too.

Anyway, Steve had been a bit upset when you told him you had to cancel. You were both going to watch a movie at his house since you worked at the theater and didn’t want to be there any longer than you needed to.

“Come on (y/n), we’ve been planning this for a week,” Steve said over the phone, you sighed.

“I know, I know- maybe tomorrow I can come over,” you said, feeling bad. Steve was silent for a moment.

“I’ll let it slide this time, but you have to promise me that we’ll spend the whole day together.” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“The whole day?” you asked, you can see him nodding.

“Yup! To make up for all the other times you had to cancel!” You scoffed.

“I only canceled once before this!” you claimed, he hummed.

“All day tomorrow so clear your schedule, babe,” You were silent for a moment, before a smile grew on your lips.

“I’ll get to that…I’m really sorry, Steve,” you apologized again.

“It’s alright (y/n), what are you doing anyway, I didn’t even ask,”

“I have to watch Anna, my parents are going out to celebrate or something,” you shrugged, moving on your stomach, holding your phone against your ear.

“You have to babysit?” he asked, his voice changing suddenly, like he was excited. You nodded as if he could see you.

“Yeah- I’m not canceling on you for no reason,” you laughed, Steve laughed as well. Your heart sped up because you really loved hearing his laugh.

“You know what- our date is not being canceled, tell your parents I’ll be there in 10 minutes,” Your smile fell, and you tilted your head.

“What?”

“You heard me! I’ll be there in ten minutes,” You could just hear him get up, and grab his car keys. You sat up.

“Steve! My parents aren’t going to like it if my boyfriend comes over while they’re gone- they might think-”

“Come on- we’re going to babysit, that’s all! I’ll see you in ten minutes! Love you!” Your jaw dropped. Was he seriously going to come over?

“(y/n)?” his voice broke you out of your thoughts and you shook off.

“I love you too, but if my parents turn you away at the door- don’t blame me!” He laughed, and you did too, before the line went dead.

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Ok I’m gunna join in on the fyre festival thing and mostly because I WAS LITERALLY ON EXUMA 3 WEEKS BEFORE THE FESTIVAL with my family on vacation (we rented a little house). We basically just walked to where the festival was supposed to be held and 3 weeks from the festival there was NOTHING set up. Ok the people on Exuma are so nice and were really excited for the tourism. My mom smelled scam from a mile away (I’ll admit I was a little more optimistic) my mom even told some local people to just be careful cause she saw it going downhill.
FACT: there are stray dogs, they are called pot cakes by the local people because they will make the dogs little pancakes in a pot…..
Also everyone is acting like it’s some terrible place to be trapped and there isn’t a literal town 15 minutes down the road where they could buy stuff.

Dean slowly realizes that Castiel’s vision is deteriorating. 

Or maybe it had never been all that great.

At least, his vessel’s vision isn’t great and all of that squinting Castiel does isn’t just squinting for the sake of squinting. Dean figures Jimmy may have worn glasses or contacts in his life that Cas had never bothered utilizing for whatever reason. 

He needs to hold his cell phone screen up closer to his face - then back - and then close again while trying to read text messages, all the while squinting.

Dean took him to the movie theater once just for the hell of it and had sat in the back row while Castiel had spent the whole time squinting and asking Dean which character was currently on screen,effectively sucking the fun out of that evening. 

Eventually, after enough evidence, Dean drags Castiel to an eye doctor because as adorable as they are, the squints were apparently a sign of visual impairment and not a constant state of confusion or suspicion.

Sure enough, Cas is blind as fuck and how he’d been getting around all these years is a miracle in itself.  

The doctor sets Cas up with a nice set of bold, black rims not too long after (which, first off, hell yeah) and Castiel actually fucking gasps when he slips them on and sees Dean clearly for the first time. 

“You’re beautiful.” Castiel murmurs, reaching out a hand to gently brush at the freckles along the bridge of Dean’s nose. 

Dean blushes profusely and gives an attempt at a sputter, but doesn’t say anything when Castiel stares at him in awe the entire ride home.

Orthodontist Fiasco Gets Fixed

just a heads up, this is gonna get really long

so I’ve always had a problem with my teeth. I have a really bad overbite that pushed apart my two front teeth so wide you could drive a truck through them. It was so bad that I was recommended to get braces as soon as my baby teeth all fell out. So by the time I was 12 I went to an orthodontist that my mom’s friend had spoke well of. The dentist and his staff were pleasant and did their job efficiently. By the time I was 15 (near 16) I got the green light to have my braces removed.

My parents were willing to pay for everything up front. They wanted my teeth to be right. Neither of my parents were able to have much quality work on their teeth when they were my age and they sincerely regretted it. They didn’t want me to be like that.

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The Fitting (Part 1)

The younger Jungkook has a workplace crush on you, but you let the flattery get to you and make a proposition you can’t take back.

The Fitting: parts 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10  10.5  11 11.5  12  13  



You checked yourself in the mirror, tucking your hair behind your ears and undoing the top two buttons of your dress to show just a little cleavage. Ugh, what am I doing?, you thought, buttoning back up. This is wrong. I’m only here to work and flirting is certainly not part of the job.

You had been working as a stylist for BTS for the past few months and the job came at the perfect time in your life. For the previous few years you had been working in New York in the costuming department for a theater group, preparing to get married. You thought everything in your life was going great until, one day, you came home to find your fiancé in bed with someone else. In that moment, your world crashed. 

After spending a few months moping around feeling sorry for yourself, you decided to pack your bags and move to Seoul. You had some family living there and you thought this was the place you could start your life over again.  A big part of your new job was being responsible for doing all alterations. It was tedious work and not very creative, but it was a foot in the door and the group members and all your coworkers were pretty nice to you.

You looked at the clock, it was 9pm.  He would be here any minute. Checking the mirror one more time, you told yourself, Maybe I’ll just undo one button…

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Vacation & Sweatpants Pt.2

(Looked dope so I’m using it)

Series: Dog Mom Life

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom, the Reader, Tessa and Harrison are on a trip to Hawaii part one adventure was on the plane ;)

Warnings: Smut, I write smuts not tragedies

- lmao i h8 myself for trying to make a joke 

Word Count:

A/N: I don’t even know if a think like this exists in Hawaii but just fake it till you make it. Fan Fiction lmao. Might make this into five parts?? Comment if you want 5 or 10 parts.


[Reader’s POV]


“Alright so you and Mr. Holland will stay here” the man gestures to the walkway leading to a big bungalow above the water. The way the candles lit the walkway was mesmerizing. The time you got here it was becoming dark here.


“As for you Mr. Osterfield, you will be in this one right across from them.. No one knows you’re here, there are no people staying in the bungalows on each side of yours so I hope you all enjoy your stay” He bows slightly before walking down the boardwalk towards the sand and hotel.


“C’mon love let’s go check the inside of the place” he smiles tugging your hand in the direction of your home for the next week and a half. Your eyes taking in the beautiful water that surrounded you and seemed to go on for miles and miles. The sunset was gorgeous as the night sky started to fall.


   Walking down the wooded walkway Tessa pushes by running towards the door. She gets to the door  before you and Tom. Turning her head she looks back at you two while her tail wags. Tessa waits for Tom to unlock the door letting her in. A happy bark echoes in the bungalow as she runs around.


   Looking around the place you and Tom find the bedroom. Setting your bags down and unzipping them. The two of you take around fifteen minutes getting everything unpacked. Once you finish you take your suitcases and put them in the closet. Tom does the same once he’s done hanging up his last article of clothing he brought.


   The sound of the water outside was so soothing. Taking off your sweater and changing into a white tank top and nike dri fit spanx. It was your go to outfit when it was hot outside. The air was warm and decided if you could find the switch to the fan. Turning it on you hope it can circulate the air in the room.


   Leaving the bedroom you venture around looking at all the decor taking it all in. You were somewhere new and you loved it. One of the perks of being Tom was going to new places, you loved adventure. The thought of being able to travel was never possible till you met Tom. You’re very thankful for him and so proud of how far he’s come since he became Spider-Man.


   Walking outside you see a stairway leading down to a square dock with lanterns and two white lounge chairs. There was an outside sitting area , each side was blocked by a privacy wall. Seeing shaded area with a rectangle pool that water dripped down on the sides and came back up to the pool. Under the white shade cloth that was hanging you see two white lounge chairs to your right. 


    To your left was a oval couch type place to sit outlooking the water. Different colored pillows sitting on top of the white couch.Heading to the left side you look down to see a glass flooring watching as the water sloshed beneath you. A stone table was near the white couch with three different sized glass candle holders sat on it. A smile on your face as you looked at everything, it was so gorgeous here.


“Do you like it Angel?” Tom asks making you turn to look at him. Nodding your head as you look back out at the water. You could see the sunset setting behind a mountain.


“Thank you for letting me come along Tom” you say taking a seat on the white couch.Your eyes taking in the beautiful view.


“I couldn’t imagine going on a holiday without you love” mentally thinking it’s cute he calls it holiday when you’re used to calling it vacation.


“I love you Tom, don’t forget that when you go back to work after this” you look at him as he sits down next to you. Leaning into him as he wraps his left arm around you pulling you close.


“I love you more, you’re always on my mind when I’m away.. I know we don’t get to escape the real world like this often due to press tours and everything but I’m glad when we can escape that we spend it like this..” His lips kiss the top of your head as the two of you bask in this moment. No paparazzi, no pestering fans tracking him down, it was peaceful.


   Silence like this was calming with the hectic lifestyle you took on once you started dating Tom. Once he said you were his girlfriend your every move got watched. It was stressful and sometimes you would break down from the hate. Yet Tom always knew how to pick you up. He always knew what to say to calm you down and remind you that you’re not alone and have him to fall back on always.


    Your thoughts get interrupted from Tessa jumping on the couch in between the two of you. She licks your face making you laugh and give her a kiss on the head. One positive of living with Tom is getting to be around Tessa. She was a definite pick me up when he was gone.


“Tessa bearrrr, how’s my favorite girl” you coo at her giving her kisses on her face. A bark fills the air as an answer making you smile.


“Let’s see if Harrison won’t mind taking Tessa for tonight” Tom yawns standing up patting his thigh. Tessa follows Tom as he makes his way inside.  


   Getting up you make your way to the bedroom. Opening up one of the drawers for your black bikini. Going into the bathroom you change and look at yourself in the mirror. The swimsuit accentuates your curves nicely. Your thighs touching but not caring because not everyone is perfect and you felt great about yourself. Tom treats you like a Queen even during the times you doubt yourself.


   Grabbing a towel you head back outside where the you were just sitting. Instead you head to the pool setting the towel on a chair. Stepping into the pool and letting your body sink into the water. A sigh escapes your lips as your body eases into the water. It felt so good against your sore muscles.


   Moving to the edge of the pool you cross your arms resting them on the edge. Pushing your hair behind your shoulders you rest your chin on your wrists. Watching as the sun was fulling setting and the night sky was progressing more. Closing your eyes feeling the water move against your skin.


   Arms snake around your waist making your eyes snap open. Jumping slightly you ease when you feel Tom’s lips kiss your exposed shoulder.You didn’t hear him get into the pool, which is super sneaky.Your nerves easing down when you realize it’s Tom.


“Didn’t mean to scare you love, you just looked so peaceful out here” his hands slowly sliding down your body under the water. Hands stopping right at your hips. Thumbs massaging against your skin slowly.


“So Tessa is with Harrison?” you ask tilting your head to the side. A grin appears on his face as he nods. A big cheeky grin.


“He said he would keep her there so he will not be alone, then complained he should have brought a girl here.. But then realized if he did they probably would post something and fuck up the trip” Tom explains backing you up against the wall of the pool. Biting your lip as his lips attach to the skin at the base of your neck.


“F-fuck” you whimper as his hands grip your ass pulling your crotch against his clothed hard on. He moved his hips grinding into you making you tilt your head back. Hair falling over the edge of the pool. The water spilling over the sides at his movements.


“You brought on of my favorite ” he groans against your skin. Of course you brought it, you knew exactly how he felt about this bikini. Feeling his breath against your skin made your heart beat faster.


    You let out a moan at your pussy throbbing and needing more than this. Sliding your hand up to grab onto his curls giving them a tug. He lets out a moan at your fingers in his hair.. Tom’s lips kiss along your neck as he slides his hand into your bikini bottoms. His fingers rubbing up and down your slit achingly slow.


“T-Tom” his name coming out shaky as he inserts two fingers inside you. Moaning into the air as he starts pumping them in and out quicker. The air hits your chest making your nipples harden. He tossed the bikini top towards the back deck with his free hand while he was pleasing you.


Jesus Christ what can’t he do?


“C’moan moan for me angel, no one is near us..” Tom whispers next to your ear as he takes his fingers out of you. He takes your bottoms off throwing them where your top was. A loud moan fills the air as he starts rubbing your clit.


“That’s it, let daddy know how he’s making you feel” his voice deep as his thumb continues to add pressure on your clit. Tom’s lips travel down your neck as you become a moaning mess.


“P-please fuck me, please.. please” you beg gripping his curls tighter. You could feel that you were close and you wanted him fucking you more than anything.


    Tom turns you around so you’re facing the wall of the pool. Your hands gripping on to it for support. You hear another thud happen behind you. Looking back you see Tom’s shorts hanging from the deck. His hands gather your hair into a ponytail tugging it back. You bite your lip as he tugs it back making your eyes flutter shut.


“God you’re so perfect…” His grip on your hair moving your head to the side so he can kiss your neck. Tom’s lets go of your hair letting it cascade down against your back.


   He slides his hands down your back to your sides. Slowly moving them down your curves. Your breathing became ragged from all the endorphins rushing through your body. Tom groans as he slides the tip of his cock up and down your slit.


   You could hear Tom’s breathing from how quiet the air was. Gripping onto the pool wall tightly as he slams into you. A strangled moan leaves your lips at your body slamming into the glass wall. His hands slide up your stomach grabbing your breasts in his grasp. A rough thrust makes your moan come out louder.


“F-Fuck” Tom moans thrusting faster into you, the grip on your breasts not easing up. Your eyes closing as your body moved forward from how hard and deep his thrusts are. Grunts filled the air as Tom took you from behind.


   The water splashed over the edge of the pool as the motion of the water picked up. Your hands slip from the wall causing your chest and Tom’s hands to hit the wall. He swears from the thud his fingers created. His hands move away from your breasts as he takes himself out of you causing you to whine. Turning you around swiftly he lifts your legs up.


   Wrapping your arms around his neck you pull his face down to yours. The kiss needy and full of lust. He quickly inserts himself inside of you again making you gasp into the kiss. Tom’s tongue slips inside rubbing against yours as he thrusts deeply into you. Tugging his curls he moans into the kiss.


   The grip on your hips tighten, his nails digging into your skin. Tom’s lips kiss down your jaw back to your neck. The thrusts so hard made your back hit the wall of the glass pool. Moans filled the air from the both of you. The water feeling so cool against your heating body.


“T-Tom.. I’m close baby” you gasp as he angles your hips making him go deeper with each thrust. The feeling of his cock  sliding in and out of you had you clenching around him. His grunting and moaning is one of the sexiest things you heard.


   Tom lets go of your hip, his hand moving in between the two of you. His thumb starts rubbing quick circles on your clit. Pleasure soars through your whole body with all that’s happening to it. Your hips moving in sync with his as his thrusts started getting slower. Tom’s forehead rested against your shoulder as his biceps flexed while holding you.


   Your stomach clenched as he applied more pressure to your clit. You were a moaning mess beneath him and you didn’t want it to be any other way. Eyes shutting as your orgasm rocks through your body. Moaning from the way your body felt as if it was floating. His release happening after yours because he always insisted “a lady must always cum first.”


“Bloody hell that was great” Tom groans after his hips stopped twitching. He pressed kisses along your collarbone making you open your eyes. Little white dots swirled in your vision once you opened your eyes.


“I swear someone could have heard us” you blushed looking away from him. His fingers grasp your chin making you look back at him. The color of his eyes a shade darker as he looked at you.


“At least they’ll know my girl is being pleased” he grins smiling down at you kissing your heated cheeks. You push him backwards so he falls into the water. You swim toward the pool stairs but you feel his hand grab your ankle pulling you under the water.


   Coming back up for air you glare at a smirking Tom. He splashes you with water making you laugh. Laughter fills the air as you both splash each other in the face.  He pulls you into his arms holding you as his lips press against yours.


“I love you so much” Tom’s smile making your heart melt. Kissing him on the lips as an answer.


“I love you more, this is going to definitely be a great vacation” 

Alarm -Tom Holland


A/N: This one is trash. This gif and the song Alarm by Ann-Marie are responsible for this imagine, please don’t hate me. Enjoy? Part 2


I set my alarm on 3am in the morning. No I’m not a psychopath and I really love to sleep but Tom just happened to be on a whole different time zone than me. It’s been a little bit over four months since he entered a plain to fly off to film his new movie. It’s been hard. It’s been lonly. Really lonly. This distance thing was just not compatible with my emotional state and I was having a hard time. So was he. That’s the reason why I woke up at three am in the morning everyday to see his stupid face.

My alarm went off and I shut my eyes open being a little baffled for a moment. As I remembered what my alarm was for I reached for my phone and unlocked it.
Seconds later I could see Tom facetiming me and I accepted his call with a sleepy smile.
“Hey.”,I said and rolled onto my back rubbing my eyes, trying to get rid of the slight burning sensation.
“You’re really tired aren’t you?”,he said and I put my hands away immediatly.
“No? Who said that? I could run a marathon.”,I joked and winked at him.
“Shut up. You wouldn’t run a marathon at anytime of the day.”,he chuckled and I smiled again.
“You know me.”,I said and we both fell silent staring at each other and I felt my heart sink.
“I really miss you Tom.”, I finally said and my voice sounded chocked up, not as confident as I would want it to be and he sighed.
“I miss you too.”, he said and ran his fingers through his hair looking really stressed which made me worry.

“Don’t worry about it. You just have a month left.”,I said quickly and put a smile on, which didn’t feel all that real. My heart was pounding in my chest and I couldn’t put my finger on why.
“Tell me about your schedule. What’s next?”,I added and changed the subject to take his mind of the real issue.
“Oh…uh-..there is this event we’re working for which really stresses me out because it is a huge deal. There’ll be an after party to that. I don’t really know if I’ll go there, I have to do this other thing which still needs a lot of work and I’m not even sure…”

“Hey.”,I interrupted him and he looked up into the camera .
“It’s all going to be fine. Don’t stress yourself.”,I tried to calm him but he rolled his eyes.
“Yeah that’s easy for you to say.”,he said and even though I knew that he was salty because of all things he told me about, his attitude still bugged me.
“No need to be an ass about it.”,I said with furrowed brows and he ran his fingers through his hair again. Rougher this time.
“I know! I’m sorry. It’s just so overwhelming and you’re so far away and I just can’t…concentrate.”,he groaned and pressed his palms over his eyes.
“Did you tell Harrison about this, T?”,I asked now really worried but he shook his head.
“It doesn’t matter anyways. I just have to get it done.”,he said and seemed to be annoyed but I couldn’t quite tell why.
“That’s not true. It does matter. I don’t want you to get sick Tom. Please talk to him.”,I tried to convince him but he let his shoulders sink.
“I gotta go, Y/N. We’ll start shooting soon.”

“Tom…”

“I love you, darling.”,he said and blew me a kiss.

“Tom!”,I said now more persistent but he just cracked a half smile and waved into the camera.

“I love you too, dumbass. Go be awesome now.”,I said finally and and waved back before he hung up. It’s not really necessary to tell you that I didn’t sleep well that night. Might as well have ran a marathon. Would have been less tiring.

***

The nice thing about our relationship was that there were no hard feelings after a little argument like that. We just kept going on with our lives because we understood each other. I knew he was being a little butthurt because of the stress and it was understandable.
The next day I didn’t set my alarm because I waited it to be 3am like a psychopath. I was holding my phone in my hand excitedly and smiled to myself. As soon as it was 3:00am I dialled his number and waited with a big grin on my face for him to pick up.
“Hey pretty girl. What’s up?”,he picked up and I squealed while jumping up and down.
“Gues what?!”,I said inbetween my excitement and pressed my palm against my lips.

“What?”,he laughed and his eyes were glowing with curiosity which made me even happier.
“We got it! We got the apartment we were rooting for!”,I exclaimed and and threw my fists into the air.
“Did we really?!”,he said and got up from where he was standing.
“Yes. Yes. Yes! The agent called today. I didn’t want to wake you up from your sleep. You barely get any.”,I said and smiled from ear to ear.

“I wish I could’ve been there. I wish I could hold you right now.”,he sighed and let himself fall onto the couch in his trailer.
“I know. Me too. But keep your head up. We will be having our own apartment soon. Do you know what that means? I’ll be always there when you come home. Even if it is late in the night and you can come cuddle with me or not. I mean we can do lots of other things in bed, you know…Try to think of that.”,I teased him and he playfully glared at me.

“Can I tell you something?”,he asked suddenly. We fell silent and were just enjoying each others company when he broke the silence. I knew he would, I waited for him to break it because I knew something was troubling him. He had this restless expression on his face where he would furrow his brows slightly and chew on his bottom lip.
“Of course. Shoot.”,I said and looked at my feet which were leaned up against the wall. Was that a different shade of blue on my right foot? Damn it.
“I’m having troubles.”

My head shot to my phone and I saw him look down on his feet. But I didn’t say anything because I saw that he needed time to process what he was going to say.

“I’m really having a hard time over here.”, he said and fell silent for quiet some time and panick started to rise in my chest.

“What is it Tom? You can tell me.”,I assured him with a gentle voice and wished he was right next to me so I could lay my arm around him or just take his hand in mine.
He opened his mouth to go on when suddenly I heared a knock on his door.
“Wait a second…”,he said and put his phone on to the table so that I watched the ceiling for a couple of minutes.
“Darling, I need to go. There is a complication with the event next week.”,he said as he picked his phone up and I nodded.

“Yeah, thought so. Go. I’ll call you tomorrow. We really do need to talk Tom.”,I said carefully and he nodded but was lost in his thoughts.
“Love you.”,he said and after I told him also, he was gone.
That was our last nice moment I would ever remember about us. That was also the only moment he tried to tell me about his issues.

***

From that day on everything began to go downhill. While I wad at home, trying to organize the apartment thing, being excited, Tom was stressed.

“Tom?“I asked for the third time and he snapped.

“What? Y/N I really don’t have time for this and I don’t really care right now! I’m trying to organize last things about the event in three days and you are asking me about a contract? Hell I don’t know okay? I don’t care! ”,he almost yelled and I was shocked. He sighed and started massaging his temples with his free hand, obviously annoyed with me. The thing that I was bothering him with and that he didn’t really care about was our future. That hit me right in the guts. I was only asking him about when we’d be able to sign the contract. A simple question. I felt a knot build in my throat and my eyes started watering and I became angry with myself. I looked down not wanting him to see how much he got to me.

“Darling, I’m sorry. Everyone is pressuring me right now. I didn’t mean to take it out on…”

“I think we should hang up.”,I interrupted him and didn’t look up, trying to gather myself together before I would look into his eyes.

“Y/N please! I didn’t mean-…I wasn’t…”

“I need to go Tom. Go finish your work. I’ll finish mine.”,I interrupted him again and he fell silent.

“Bye.”,I only said and hung up on him without waiting for an answer.
He called four times after I hung up and sent me three messages but I ignored all of them. If I talk to him right now, this is going to become a huge argument. We’re both on the edge of our nerves and we don’t need to stress that.

We didn’t talk for three days in which his important event happened. I had time to cool off and called him the morning after the event but he didn’t pick up. He was probably asleep with a huge headache. I smiled to myself imagening him having a hangover and sleeping it out, on his belly, face burried into the pillow. I called him five hours later but he didn’t pick up. Now it was getting a little weird because he should be awake by now. I shrugged my shoulders and decided to wait and not push him. He was probably still busy. Post event things? Who knows. I made myself a nice cup of sugary tea and chose a movie to watch while I waited for him to call back.

But he didn’t.

I called him the following two days three times a day but he did not answer once. Finally, it was a thursday night, I called Harrison when my alarm went off at 3am in the morning.
“Hey!”,he picked up and I exhaled thankfully.
“Harrison! Thank god! Is Tom with you?”,I said immediatly and and walked up and down in my living room.
“Y/N! Hey- yeah,uh…i mean no. He is not. He is…out?”,he stuttered and I furrowed my brows.

“Harrison.”,I said with a warning tone.

“Alright I’m officially stepping out of this. You guys need to talk. That’s all I’m going to say. No Tom I won’t shut up. You shut up. Gosh! You’re the one with the problem and I am…”, he kept talking but the rest got cut off as he hung up. Oh shit. This was about the other night. I broke his heart. I should have been supporting him through his stressfull times but I blocked him. I pushed him away.

I took my phone and wrote him a message.

Dearest love,
I fucked up. I am so sorry for pushing you away when you needed me the most. I’m sorry for being a bitch (even though you were a dick to me before that but that is long forgiven)
Tom, I always want to be by your side even if you have to be away for several months for shooting and promo. I’ll be done with college in a year and than I’ll be able to travel with you. We’ll have the best time of our lives. I’ll be waiting for your return in two weeks. We’ll talk this out when you come back, just know that I still love you. From all my heart.

I sent it and waited for an answer with a big smile on my face. The smile faded with every passing minute. He didn’t reply and I was left a crying mess the whole night. I messed up big time.

***

I came back from college the next day feeling numb the whole time and threw myself on the couch. I didn’t eat much and my body felt sore. I was watching a TV show when someone knocked on the door. When I looked at the clock I wondered who it could be. It was past midnight.
When I opened the door I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“Tom?!”,I squealed and threw myself around his neck, pulling his body close to mine, breathing in his scent.
“What are you doing here?! Come in!”,I said and pulled him inside closing the door behind us.
“I missed you so much.”, I sighed and pulled him towards me again and placed my lips against his. It took him some time to kiss me back but when he did I felt my heart lighten. Like a weight was lifted from my shoulders.
He pulled away after a few seconds and stepped back. I was going to say something but he held me off.

“We need to talk.”,he said and his chocked up voice made my body stiffen.
“What is it?”,I said and furrowed my brows worriedly.
He looked up from the floor and I thought my heart stopped when he looked into my eyes. His beautiful brown eyes were red and watery from crying, his lips were trembling and swollen because of the constant biting.

“Tom what happened?”, I said now panick rising in my voice and then it hit me.

“First I want you to know that I still love you with all my heart and I am so, so sorry for what happened. You’re the only one I love, you have to believe me…”

“What happened?”,I interrupted him and formed my hands into fists by my side trying to controll my rising anger. This couldn’t be happening.

“I cheated on you.”

My world stopped spinning. My heart stopped pounding. Everything was awefully silent. It was too loud.

“What did you say?”

“Please, you have to listen to me! I’m begging you. I didn’t mean to…I was anxious and stressed. Frustrated really. I know these aren’t excuses for what I did but…”

“Did you kiss her?”,I interrupted him without listening to him and he held his breath.

“Answer me! Did you?!”,I screamed and he nodded.

“I did.”

“Did-…Did you sleep with her?”

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

“I did.”

I fucked up. I am so sorry. My words echoed in my head. I am so fucking dumb.

Before I knew what I did I already had smacked him right across his face. My whole body was shivering and it felt like the room was spinning.
A sobb escaped my throat and I pressed my palm against my mouth to stop the rest. I just threw myself at him and kissed him like a fucking moron! My sight got blurry because of the tears in my eyes and finally they escaped. It was a silent cry. One where you know that it has no point. One you know, will destroy you.
I stumbled back slowly and shook my head trying to get rid of the images my mind made up of him being tangled in bed with another.

“Please you need to listen to me. It was a big mistake. You have to believe me. I don’t even know her. It just…happened. I was confused and on edge. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I need you to…”

“Shut up. Shut up! Shut the fuck up!”, I screamed and pulled at my own hair while shaking my head furiously. And then I went mad. I stormed towards him and started throwing punches and pushed him backwards out of the room while yelling at him.

“Get out! Get the fuck out! I don’t want to see you. Leave!”

I slammed the door shut and slid to the floor balling my eyes out for the love of my life. He did the same thing on the other side of the door.

The alarm in my bedroom went off. It was time to call him.

He fucked up big time.

Honeymoon (M)

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan

Pairing: Jin x reader
Genre: smut, fluff
Word count: 5.8k
Content: husband!jin and pure vanilla, if you’re looking for anything kinky, you’re not gonna find it here

Description: You finally got there with the love of your life, Jin, and your first honeymoon night was that night.


„So this is it?” your mouth drooled from excitement as your eyes couldn’t stop gazing at the gold shining around your ring finger. “We’re really married?”

Jin put his arms around your waist from behind you and rested his chin on your right shoulder.

“Yes. You’re my wife now, Y/N” he spoke trying to sound calm but miserably failed as he couldn’t hold himself back from giggling adorably. You began laughing with him while enjoying the breathtaking view from your hotel balcony. The breeze brushed slightly over your face making you cool down a bit from the hot air of the beach. The sun was already soon to set and you turned around to face your husband.

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anonymous asked:

Do you think bringing in all the different girls, is so not one of them is more prominent and easier to attach committed love songs too? Because his personal ones are about a committed relationship? I just think if he wants to keep his private life private he doesn't need Kendall and Taylor, and Tess, and Townes.

He doesn’t “have” Kendall, Taylor, Tess, and Townes. 

Kendall is a friend, has been, will be.  She’s also dating ASAP Rocky I believe, so she’s not in the picture. She wasn’t even at the gig last night.

Taylor is… Taylor. She’s written songs implying heavily that they were about him, he co-wrote one with 1D that was a Syco cash grab “reply” to 1989 that made her out to be in it for the publicity. 

And now, he’s not denying that Two Ghosts is about ANYONE (he leans towards no on Louis after a very inappropriate question. Way less firm than NOOOOOOO!!!! about Taylor, yeah?) because once he starts confirming or denying, he’ll have to answer for all of the songs. And clearly, blatantly, Harry is not looking to alienate any of his “shipper” fans which honestly, I think is nice of him.

The media is dead set on making it about Taylor because she’s the only “confirmed” ex-gf he has other than Kendall (even though he has NEVER confirmed any girlfriend). And fans are just eating that up and making it way more about her than they should be. The song mentions red lips and blue eyes, then goes on to talk about a long term relationship which clearly Taylor and Harry were not, no matter what story you believe.

Townes is a friend of a friend that agreed to pose as a background muse. She’s dating someone, she’s not claiming to have ever been anyone truly important to Harry.

And Tess?  IDK what that is, but he’s sure not trying to convince anyone of that one, no matter what Paige 2.0 is doing.

So this massive “het push” that everyone is claiming is happening, really isn’t. It’s just more het than we were expecting, so even relatively low key het trolling is grating on people like it’s something major.

But to me, we’re seeing more of who he really is than we have since 2011. 

Some of who he is is acting like a dumbass guy around other dumbass guys. Some of him is a rainbow unicorn frog baby. Some of him is an iconic artist in the making. 

And some of him is a shrewd, intelligent, ambitious man in a cutthroat business where you have to think two steps ahead of anyone else just to keep up.

We forget about that last part to our own detriment.

Forgotten - Jughead Jones

Hello! May I request an imagine where Jughead and Archie’s little sister are dating because when Archie ditched him in the summer she went and comforted him or something and it’s all fluffy and adorable? Thank you!!

Originally posted by dailyriverdale

I think I may have changed it a little, but I hope you like it!

It was the day your brother woke you up early by being far too noisy, when you realized it. “What’s wrong with you Archie?” Your voice was a whisper when you spoke. Archie was halfway out the door and it was early in the morning. “Jughead is waiting for you to go on your road trip,” you had caught him sneaking out while speaking to some mystery girl over the phone. “Don’t tell Jughead or Dad,” he said seriously, but you just rolled your eyes. “You’re a horrible friend Archie, just ditching him for a girl!” You stormed back upstairs to your room and Archie made his escape out the door. You felt anger surging through your veins as you quickly got ready. If Archie wasn’t going to hang out with his friend, you would. Jughead didn’t deserve this treatment, plus he was fun to be around. You pulled on a shirt and some comfy pants, followed by your favorite pair shoes. You grabbed your phone and waited until Archie was farther away from the house. You made your way downstairs and out the door, starting the walk to Jughead’s house.


“Y/N, what are you doing here?” This was the first thing Jughead asked when he opened the front door and saw you. You smiled at him, “I’m here to hang out with you.” He raised an eyebrow, stepping out on his porch and shutting the door behind him. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at you. “Not that I don’t enjoy your company, but wasn’t it Archie who wanted to hang out?” You stared back, searching for an excuse Jughead would believe. Luckily, his phone buzzed and you didn’t have to. As he read it, he just shook his head and scoffed.

“Nevermind, your brother just texted me,” he sounded pissed off so you could only assume Archie had really screwed up. He looked back up at you and you turned to looked at your shoes. “You don’t have to waste your time with me, Y/N,” he said and you just shook your head. “I want to,” you replied and he nodded. He pulled his jacket more securely over his chest, and walked past you. “So where are we going?” You walked down his stairs to stand next to him. He placed his hand on his waist, giving you room to link your arm with his. As you did, you smiled and said, “to Pop’s we go!” He gave you a smile and you both made your way to the diner.

Surprisingly, Pop’s was basically empty when you and Jughead arrived. Granted, it was the 4th of July, so everyone was probably at home or in someone else’s backyard at a barbeque. You and Jughead picked booth with a window after ordering food. “If you don’t mind me asking,” you said, playing with the straw of your milkshake, “what was Archie’s excuse?” Jughead looked up, still holding a fry in his fingers. “He said he just had better plans,” he popped the french fry in his mouth. You rolled your eyes, “I’m sorry my brother is so stupid sometimes. It’s like he gets blinded from what truly matters.” Jughead nodded in thought. “It’s okay, really, I should get used to being forgotten.” You shook your head, “nonsense Juggie, you’re too memorable.” He let out a dry chuckle, “If I was, I’d be with my best friend, not his sister.” You swallowed at his words and he realized what he had said. “I didn’t mean it like that, Y/N. I really enjoy hanging out with you.” You nodded, glancing out the window at the blue sky, that was still tinted with colors from the dawn.

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anonymous asked:

heey first of i just wanted to say that you're like literally my favorite blog no joke i love love your writing like i cannot stop smiling whenever im reading your stuff and as your friends to lovers thingy is one of my favorites i was wondering if you could do one with taehyung?? thaanks 💙

find: jin | jimin | namjoon | jungkook | yoongi 

  • you and taehyung have always been messes,,,,but cute messes together
  • you technically became friends in detention ,,,,,,
  • taehyung had been sitting at the back of the classroom with silly string all over his hair and shirt ,,,, he’d brought a can to school and accidentally sprayed himself and the gym teacher
  • and you,,,,well you had gotten into an argument that had ended in a food fight and there was probably still some cold cheese from a pizza that was flung at you in your hair
  • but,,,,,,with mutual understanding you and taehyung had just grinned and gone “that’s what you’re in here for? cool!”
  • the teacher who was supposed to be guarding you and making sure you were doing homework had flaked in the middle to go gossip in the hall so you and taehyung had moved closer discussing if it would be good to make a break for it or not
  • you thought maybe using the silly string as a distraction could work but also taehyung wasn’t looking to get expelled so you’d decided instead that peeking out the door till the teachers backs were both turned you two would dash down the hall for freedom
  • and you did,,,,,,,,you were just a tad slower and taehyung had grabbed your hand and pulled you along through the doors as the sound of the teacher drowned out behind you
  • after that,,,,you two became inseparable 
  • and sure it had a lot to do with you both loving practical jokes and being free-spirited but it also had to do with just,,,,,how you got each other without words
  • just looks and smiles and inside jokes,,,, and you never making fun of taehyung in anyway because no matter how people saw him 
  • taehyun is smart and caring and you knew that,,,just like he knew that about you
  • and growing up you guys got out of pranks and skipping class and just became more into going to live concerts late at night and staying up past 4 am to set of fireworks on the beach with other friends you’d made as you got older
  • and ,,,, it stayed nice and carefree but you were also adults now so,,,,you had to be there for each other not just for laughs but for serious things as well
  • and one day taehyung confides that he’d like to be a singer and you support him one hundred percent but before an audition he decides he wants to dye his hair to stand out
  • “what color are you thinking?”
  • “,,,,,,,you’re going to laugh but,,,,,,,orange”
  • you look at taehyung like are you being serious but you can see the twinkle in his eye and you’re like ok orange it is let’s make you into a walking flaming dorito
  • and it was ur first time,,,,bleaching and dying someones hair,,,,but taehyung for some reason trusted you
  • even though you were the two kids who thought itd be smart to throw water balloons over a huge spiked fence in highschool ,,,,, but hey friends trust friends,,,,,,,,right?
  • and so with paper towels everywhere  and you standing behind taehyung in your tiny bathroom,,,you managed to get him in an old t-shirt with gloves on your hands and spreading bleach over his hair
  • and every minute or so he’d whine that it stings and you’d be like suck it up kim we have another half your head to go
  • and taehyung would mumble that you should at least try to distract him and you would go do u want me to focus so i dont get bleach in ur eye or what
  • taehyung: point taken
  • and when you’d finally got him blonde,,,you could start on getting him orange
  • and tbh taehyung was like “you should dye your hair too,,,let’s be matching!” and you were like if i ever am feeling the baby carrot hair look ill tell u and taehyung rolls his eyes and ur like hey i can see u in the mirror dude
  • and he sticks his tongue out and ur like im holding the life of ur scalp in my hands do not test me
  • ,,,,,but when you were done,,,,, taehyung closing the door to wait before taking a shower you’d spread out on your couch tired of standing 
  • and half an hour later your friend walked out, after you hear the dryer turn of,,,,,,his orange hair as bright as possible,,,,,and you cannot help it
  • walking over and ruffling your hands through his hair
  • smiling and going “i did a good job,,,,its so cute!!” and somehow you cant stop yourself from adding “your hair is so soft too,,,,”
  • and taehyung,,, letting you run your hands through his hair,,,,brings his fingers up to wrap around your wrist and he gently pulls them so you look at him 
  • and,,,,,,even with a hair color not many can pull off,,,,,,you see how it falls into taehyungs eyes
  • makes your friends naturally gorgeous skin shine,,,,,,eyes slightly hooded and lips parted
  • and you are used to being this close to taehyung,,,,but in the quiet moment in your living room with his body so close to yours you can feel the warmth of his presence
  • your heart cant calm down 
  • and taehyung seems to feel it too,,,,,,u didn’t know just dying someones hair could mean getting so intimate but thinking on it 
  • the whole thing,,,,,seemed like such a couple thing to do,,,,the standing behind taehyung and fixing the back of his shirt so it wont get dirty,,,, wiping sweat from his forehead and stray dye,,,,giggling and joking and having taehyung threaten to tickle you if anything
  • like sure friends could do all of this too,,,,,but taehyungs grip on you ,,,, his eyes,,,,,,, something now was different
  • and just one more inch and you can feel his cheek brush yours,,,, the long bangs tickling you and then his lips,,,,,
  • settle just at the corner of your mouth,,, like the almighty funny and carefree taehyung is nervous to kiss his bestfriend on the lips
  • and when you pull back the two of you are silent but taehyung walks you back against the sofa and it’s like,,,,natural for you two to fall back in each others arms
  • your hand coming up again to run through his hair and taehyung whispers
  • “i think we’ve always been a couple,,,,neither of us just said anything,,,”
  • you nod,,, pressing a bit closer and going “but to be a singer,,, we’re gonna have to keep pretending it’s just friends”
  • taehyung leans down pressing his forehead to yours and grinning “well we’ve convinced everyone thats just what it is but for now - we’re alone and im going to kiss you some more”
  • “ok carrotcake kim”
  • “don’t spoil the moment” 
Bah, HumBuck! Plan A

 Summary: You’re the newest Avenger. Realizing that Bucky plans to spend Christmas alone, you enlist the help of Wanda, your best friend, and Steve, Bucky’s best friend and your mentor. You’re determined to make his Christmas amazing.

Pairing: Bucky x Female!Powered!Reader

Word Count: ~2,242

Warnings: blood (just a bit), language, fluff

A/N: This is for Sam’s Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree Writing Challenge. My prompt was #16, “’This was a terrible plan.’ ‘This was your plan.’” @lovelynemesis

I definitely listened to the Pentatonix Yule Log playlist while writing this. Nonstop. On repeat. So good. It just makes me so happy.

*gifs not mine*

Masterlist // Next Chapter (Coming Soon)

It was the morning of December 24th in upstate New York and the inside of the Avengers base had been decked out from top to bottom in ostentatious decorations. Sparkling trees decorated every level, accompanied by garlands, dazzling banners and streamers, and bafflingly intricate and expensive-looking wreaths.

The outside of the base was covered in a thick, fluffy layer of snow; a beautiful winter wonderland, indeed. By the time everyone had cleared out of the base for Christmas, it was only you, Steve, Wanda, Vision, and Bucky who remained.

Both you and Bucky were relatively recent additions to the team; he’d gotten back from Wakanda a year ago, Hydra-free, and you’d been recruited only shortly thereafter.

You didn’t like to toot your own horn too much, but your power -being able to create and control fire and heat- was pretty badass. However, just like fire itself, your powers were temperamental and hard to control. As such, you were assigned a mentor and weren’t put on active duty yet.

They chose Steve for you, which had taken you by surprise. Surely someone like Thor, Wanda, or Vision would have been a better choice? But it had been decided you’d benefit from Cap’s patient guidance and that his level-headed demeanor might even wear off on you a bit. To your superiors’ credit, it had been working so far. You were more likely to think before you acted now and your powers seemed to fight you less as of late. Still, no missions yet.

You were flipping idly through TV channels in the common room, steaming mug of tea clutched in your hand, when Wanda plopped down next to you. The smile on her face was one you knew well; it was full of the promise for fun.

“I know that look, Wanda. What’s going on?” you asked with curiosity, smirk dancing on your lips as you looked at your best friend.

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connor murphy x reader headcanons

connor murphy x reader who meet thanks to a little kid

requested: yOUR EVAN HANSEN DATING HEADCANONS WERE ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE OMG how about some connor murphy ones next? ;o -anon

word count: 1646 i’m sorry i’m so extra 


  • You’d decided to work as a camp counselor this summer because you loved kids and it would be lots of fun and would get you some money
  • Every day you would take them out to the park around the block from the camp
  • And every day there would be this boy about your age dressed completely in black lurking in a corner of the park that you thought was connor murphy from school but then he’s never really at school so??
  • You were usually good at keeping track of all of the kids but one little boy had made you a daisy chain and you were busy admiring it, so you didn’t notice when a little girl wandered over to emo dude
  • By the time you had satisfied the boy, you realized that Annabelle had run off and started panicking and looking for her
  • And then you found her crying with emo dude frantically trying to calm her down
  • it wasn’t working poor guy
  • So you ran over there and left your friend in charge of the other kids
  • Poor annabelle was absolutely terrified of him- but who could blame her?? He was towering over her, wearing absolutely no color, and very clearly freaking out
  • After plenty of hugs and reassurances she finally calmed down enough to relax before promptly falling asleep- you’d been there so long that the other counselors had taken the rest of the kids back to camp to take their naps and apparently annabelle is comeplety in sync with the camp schedule
  • ‘i swear i did nothing, i just turned around and she was there crying’ poor emo dude
  • ‘Connor, right? You go to my school. It’s fine, little kids tend to be scared of people or things they don’t know’
  • connor is just so shocked because you remembered his name???? he wasn’t just the freak to you??? and also you weren’t immediately blaming him? he’s in love
  • You realize that you should head back to camp but annabelle looks so peaceful and happy that you just pick her up so she can keep sleeping and start to say goodbye to connor
  • but he actually likes you and you’ve been nice to him so far? So he kinda wants to spend more time with you
  • ‘Wait, i’ll walk you back. It’s my fault you got left behind anyways’
  • you try and reassure him that it’s not his fault and you’re fine, it’s just around the block dude but he’s actually kinda cute when he’s not making little kids cry?
  • You start walking and you’ve barely made it out of the park before he starts freaking out and thinks that you just agreed because you were planning to make fun of him
  • ‘this is all just some fucking set up isn’t it? right around that corner you’ve probably got a bunch of people from school to make fun of me’
  • you try to tell him that nope, that would take way too much clairvoyance and planning and just generally having your life together but he’s not even listening at this point and you’re worried that he’s gonna wake up annabelle
  • so you just grab him and start whisper-yelling that ‘oh my god is it that hard for you to accept that somebody doesn’t hate you and thinks you’re kinda cute and wants to get to know you better’
  • and he’s just so shocked that he stops walking because you think he’s cute???? Tbh he’ld rather go for mysterious and intimidatingly hot but he’ll take it
  • but you speed up because god four year olds are actually kinda heavy?? And poor con has to run to catch up while waving for you to slow down bc at first he’s so confused because you’re leaving him behind?? But once he realizes that your arms are tired he takes Annabelle from you and shit connor just went from kinda cute to the love of your life how does a little kid make him look so soft and gentle?
  • it didn’t really make a difference because you were almost there but it was still sweet
  • You get there and he just hesitates before handing annabelle back to you and you’re not sure why
  • ‘do you maybe want to go for ice cream after you’re done working?’
  • You’re so shocked because this really cute boy is asking you out?? but he takes your silence as disgust and is just like ‘obviously nobody as cute or nice as you would want to go out with a freak like me i’ll just go’ and he starts walking away
  • and now you’re even more shocked because he thinks you’re cute and nice!!1! But you realize he’s leaving and he also still has annabelle? Like did he not even notice that she’s still snuggled up to him
  • so you call after him and get him to come back bc obviously you want to go
  • ‘i get done at three’
  • His face just completely lights up and he looks so beautiful when he smiles he should do that wAY more often
  • you kiss his cheek and take Annabelle inside the camp building and he just stands there blushing. connor murphy. Blushing. yep. that boy is whipped lol
  • You’ld think that he’ld go somewhere else for three hours but nope that boy just sits on a bench across the street and waits for you to come out for all three hours in the hot sun in all black bc he doesn’t want to be late and miss you and make you think he stood you up
  • when you finally get done you two decide to walk to a la mode because zoe has the murphy car and your family doesn’t have an extra
  • and once you’ve gotten there and gotten your ice cream- mint chocolate chip for you and rainbow sherbet for him (he secretly loves it fight me)- (which connor insisted on paying for) and have finally sat down and eaten most of your ice cream and really gotten into a deep conversation with connor you suddenly get mauled by a four year old on a sugar high bc apparently annabelle’s mom thought it would be fun to take her out for a treat
  • She’s really apologetic but says that you’re annabelle’s favorite counselor and she looks up to you so much that you just can’t help but say that it’s totally fine
  • poor con immediately tenses up and shrinks into himself because he likes you and you’re nice and he doesn’t want to ruin this
  • but you’re determined so you sit annabelle on your lap so connor doesn’t look so tall and gently introduce her to him
  • she tries to shake his hand and he’s so nervous
  • But then she see his hair and reaches over the table to play with it and at first he recoils and is like ‘ew no her hands are so sticky’ but she just smiles at him with her crooked little teeth and he absolutely melts and they’re just so adorable you have to take a photo (which will soon become your lockscreen)
  • At first he was a little bit uncomfortable but then he relaxes and starts talking to her and actually enjoying her company? until you guys decide to leave so annabelle goes scampering back to her mom and connor is quiet as you walk out but he just looks so proud of himself
  • he asks you if you want to go back to his house bc his parents and zoe should be out and your date was kinda crashed by an adorable pre-schooler
  • And of course you agree and at some point on the walk you grab his hand and he blushes again
  • And once you get to the murphy house he’s really surprised because his parents and zoe are home?? and they of course ambush him the moment he steps into the house asking where he’s been and if he’s been smoking again because you really should be hanging out with other kids and not just pot connor but then you step in behind him and everyone’s really shocked
  • his parents love you so much even if they’re a bit confused on how you like connor bc they think you might be a good influence
  • But zoe is just like :O bc you’re the girl that wears cute flowery sundresses and plays with little kids all day and connor’s…. well… him. but she goes with it bc alana’s out of town and she could use someone else to hang out with
  • connor just pulls you out of there and up into his room and starts complaining about his parents and you just sit on his bed watching him pace back and forth
  • but he seems to just be working himself up so you grab him and hug him and he just melts into it and all the tension leaves him and it’s really sweet
  • you two lie on his bed and cuddle and talk till you have to go home
  • he walks you to your house but you stop before you go in to write your phone number on his arm bc of course he forgot his phone in his room
  • You’re about to go in but then he asks you to be his girlfriend
  • He’s really shy about it and tbh he kinda sounds like evan but he’s never felt like this about anyone else and he’s a bit nervous
  • you just kiss him and he’s so shocked bc somebody wants to kiss him?? but also because it’s just so gentle and sweet and pure and he just never thought he could have anything that soft and precious
  • you whisper that you’ld love to in his ear and then dart inside
  • con just stands there touching his fingers to his lips till he comes to his senses and wants to text you
  • he’s never ran home faster in his life
Gag Reel (Chris Pine x Reader)

Imagine: You are a famous actor and in a relationship with your co-star Chris.

Pairing: Chris Pine x Reader

Warnings: none, just fluffff (because Chris ia a adorable human beeing and i love him more than i love life itself)

A/N: I truly belive that there should be more imagines about this beautifull and amazing actor, with wicked blue eyes. But thats a problem i am going to solve, starting with this imagine.

Originally posted by pinerage


“So,Chris..”,James says, as soon as the screams of the audience disappeared,and the host of the Late Late Show gives him a welcoming smile:“Star Trek Beyond was released yesterday, and I have to say it’s a pretty awesome movie!”

Chris, who sat infront of him also smiles:“You’re right, I am very lucky to have the- the opportunity to work together with so many amazing actors and people on a movie like this.”

On the small screen infront of them appears a picture of Chris and you, his fiancée:“Your future wife is also in the movie, how is the “engagement life”? Because I can remember for me and my wife it was very stressful.“

The blue eyed man just laughs:"Oh man, it’s great . Sometimes stressful, of course. But at the end I am going to marry her, I mean that’s pretty awesome-”

The crowd “awws” and the face of Chris goes slightly red.

“So, you and Y/N met 2009, am I right?”,James asks, of course he knows that hes right but the story of how you two met is both beautiful and hilarious.

“That’s right!”,Chris answers and nods:“We were filming the first Star Trek movie, and she was sitting at the same table as Zachary and Karl, because she already met Zachary on the set of American Horror Story, and when we first made eye contact I was so confused about the whole situation that I tripped and fell onto her.”,the whole crowd and James are now laughing:“And instead of saying sorry, or something like that I just stood up and walked into my trailer.”

James smiles:“And then?”

“She knocked at the door of my trailer, and when I let her in she just smiled and introduced herself to me.”,Chris sigh’s:“She was so nice, even though I am the reason why her clothes were ruined.”

“I don’t think that she thought it was too bad!”,James says and looks directly into the camera:“Now here’s a small clip of Star Trek Beyond.”


“Where is Kay?”,James Kirk, who is looking at Scotty with a scared impression takes a step up to his friend:“Tell me she’s with you.”

“Jim!”,the voice of your Character,Kay, is loud but yet you can’t see her.
But as soon as Jim is turning around, you are jumping right into his arms:“Oh god, you’re alive.”

“Of course I am, Kay!”,Kirk says and smirks, before he gives you a deep kiss:“ I am not planning on leaving you.”

“I hope so..”



“Romantic!”,James says, and Chris smiles:“Is this star trek or a new version of Titanic?”

“No no -”,Chris laughs:“ Not the whole movie is like this, there is a lot of action, and also drama -”


“So I met Y/N a couple of weeks ago, when she was on my show let’s see what she has to say-”,James says and points to the screen.



“My favorite Bloopers with Chris?”,you giggle and raise your eyebrows:“There are a few, because you know, everyone on set is often playing with lines and that leads to the outtakes. I truly enjoy seeing how the fans react to all these clips-”

“Oh your fans love them!”,James says and the audience starts to scream a little bit.

“Yeah, yeah.”,you say and your Y/H/C falls into your face, before you run a hand through your hair:“And you know, Chris is always so clever with it, sometime he’s so sneaky that you won’t realize that the line changed, till he starts laughing! So one day, we were all filming and after I said something like "you know we have to make this quick!” he says out of nowhere “This is something you’re not saying in a few hours!”-“

The whole audience starts to laugh and a few woman start to scream hysterical, James on the other hand is just laughing:"Oh my god that’s amazing!”

“I just realized what he said after one minute..the rest of the cast didn’t realized as well, and when I looked into Karls eyes I immediately understood that that’s not his normal line-”

“You really thought that this was his normal line-?”,James asks and laughs again, now tears are forming in his eyes and he wipes a few away, still laughing.

“He just said it with such a professionalism- that I didn’t really paid attention to the actual line..just to my own one and my own expression!”,you answer and the crowd starts laughing.



“So when you two get married!”,James says as soon as the videoclip ends:“Youre only saying stuff like that?”

“You bet!”

Prince AU! Seongwoo

so like, i love prince aus they always make me high key roll around in my bed so i’ve decided to try and write one myself HDJFLS

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  • “Prince Seongwoo? What about him?”
  • you looked up from the pile of books you were sorting and met eyes with your best friend, Kang Daniel the other worker at the village library 
  • “He told me they were having a ball open to everyone, we should totally go! See if he remembers you!” 
  • he took some of the books in your hand and placed it into a random shelf 
  • “daniel why do you even work here, you put it in the wrong spot”
  • “obviously I’m working here to talk to you, and keep you updated about Seongwoo! Lets go to the party!”
  • sighing you just placed the book daniel had put into the wrong section, into the right one.
  • when you daniel and seongwoo were little you three always played 
  • truth is you guys only met seongwoo because he had spilled your favorite strawberry drink and when you were about to get upset at him, he instantly had one of his bodyguards bring you another one 
  • seongwoo liked to call his bodyguard a bodyguard but tbh it was just his babysitter named Jisung 
  • anyways 
  • you three (including jisung too but he was really only there to keep watch) started to hang out more often, you and Daniel hadn’t really been bothered by that fact that Seongwoo was a prince, even when he told you.

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The Montreal Problem

Chapter 6

Summary: The reader has big plans to spend a month in Montreal with her boyfriend. The problem? He breaks up with her just as her flight is leaving. Now she’s going to be stuck in an unfamiliar city for a month with no place to stay. That is, until an unexpected hero offers her a solution.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

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Just Go With It (Prof! Rogers x Reader)

Word Count: (2,630)

AN: The response to this has been unbelievable y’all kill me, also omg why is this so LONG

The deposition came quickly, the end of the month was near and you had completely forgotten about that disaster and knife in your confidence that was Wanda’s wedding. She had called you almost a week later, apologising profusely about it all, and you held your office phone between your shoulder and ear and told her it wasn’t a big deal.

“Wanda, really, it’s no big deal, I can handle the fact that I’m single,” you reassured her, glancing out your glass lined office, and biting your lip as you stared at your handsome co-worker.

“Well… I saw you and Steve talking-”

“Wanda,” you warned, and on the other end she smirked.

“(Y/N) he was pretty much undressing you with his eyes!” she exclaimed and you felt your cheeks flush, but shook away the thought.

“Goodbye, Wanda,” you said, and hung up the phone and went on with your day.

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Engaged

Character/Person : Marquis de Lafayette

Pairing : Marquis de Lafayette x Reader

Time : Modern

Reader’s Gender : Female

Warnings : Lafayette kinda being a smug dick, google translated french, angry as hell reader

Possibility Of Having a Second Part : Maybe

Genre : Fluff

Request : None

Word Count : 3858

Summary : The reader has a family reunion peeking at her from around the corner and with a slip of the mouth, she ends up bringing Lafayette as her fake Fiance. The problem is: she hates him more than anything else.

Part I    Part II 


You were stressing.

That family gathering you dreaded was just around the corner, peeking and taunting at you. Your eyes were glued to your computer screen as you huffed and roughly typed out your words attempting to block out any thoughts that involved that damned family gathering that you didn’t notice Lafayette’s figure approaching your desk from across the hall.

You were almost counting the seconds, almost, of how long it’d take for your mother to call you again. She had just called you a half hour ago but you were quick to shut her down politely and murmur vague sentences about your life and make excuses about how you needed to get back to work. You silently thanked God when you were able to put down your phone and return to your job without having to mention anything about your love life, but you knew your mother wouldn’t let that go unnoticed.

So it didn’t surprise you when she called once more.

You groaned outwardly at the familiar ringtone, dragged both of your hands across your face and moved to grab your phone that rung loudly, much to your coworker’s dismay.

“Mom,”

Your voice leaked with exhaustion.

“Y/N, honey. I totally forgot to mention; when are you going to bring your boyfriend?”

You sighed, exasperated.

“Mom, I don’t have a-

You stopped when you caught a glimpse of Lafayette gleefully entering your office and setting down Hamilton’s papers on your desk from the corner of your eye. He paused and slightly dropped the smile when seeing you running your free hand through your hair with an annoyed grumble. You snapped your eyes up to Lafayette and furrowed your brows,

“Lafayette, I don’t have time for this,”

“Lafayette? Is that him?”

“No! Wait, mom!”

“No? He’s not your boyfriend?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose,

“No-”

“‘Cause remember, if you don’t have a boyfriend by this year’s family gathering your father and I would have to set you up with someone.”

Your breath hitched. Your eyes kept nervously darting up to Lafayette as he eyed you in amusement and confusion. What a dick.

“Lafayette’s not my boyfriend,”

He raised a brow at the sound of his name and leaned against the door frame, a smile crawling up his face.

“He’s my fiance.” You finished.

If possible, Lafayette’s smug grin had grown even wider. He shifted from his position and crossed his arms.

You ended your call with your mother and leaned back into your chair. The wheels at the bottom slid across the floor, erupting a squeak from the tiles and a loud exhale from you.

“Engagé? Moi et toi?” /Engaged? Me and you?/

His French accent came out thick and for a second, you were glad you didn’t know French. It was annoying enough to have to understand what he says in English, let alone French. Due to this, you ignored his comment and narrowed your eyes at the pile of papers Lafayette had so rudely dropped upon your wooden desk when you were on your phone call.

“Lafayette, what in the fuck is this?”

You looked up at him tiredly, both from work and your mother’s nagging. You swore up and down that you’d been talking to her for over an hour even though the conversation only lasted for a good three minutes. If you couldn’t stand talking to her for three minutes you didn’t know how you’d manage three days with her. Lafayette cocked his head,

“Alexander’s papers. Don’t you usually edit them?”

You scrunched your face up at the thought and rubbed an eye with a hand to make sure you were seeing and hearing Lafayette correctly.

“Me? Lafayette, do you realize we work differently? I work with,”

You got up and made your way over to the printer, Lafayette trailed behind and listened intently to hear what you’d say next. The screeching sounds of paper being printed rang in the thin air. You stood just above it, watching your paper quickly push it’s way out of the sleek black printer. Once finished, you swiped the paper from the ledge of the printer, scanning over it to make sure everything was in it’s place and neatly typed. With a silent approval and nod to yourself you made your way over to Jefferson, setting the paper down gently on his desk and walking back to yours. He flashed a flirtatious smile and you only scoffed in reply.

“I work with Jefferson. Hamilton wouldn’t dare work with me in fear that I’ll leak his oh so precious drafts to Jefferson and take over the world, or something.”

Lafayette nodded,

“But Alexander told me to drop these off to you.”

For the second time that day, you knitted your brows together and leaned over your desk to look at the papers Hamilton wanted to give you. Adjusting your ponytail, you took the papers into your hands and read it over.

“Fuck,”

“la langue.” /Language/

“Shut up, Lafayette.”

He threw his hands up in mock surrender. You glared at him slightly before returning to reading over Hamilton’s work.

“I forgot Washington needed us to work on the project together.”

You swept the rest of Hamilton’s papers into your arms and pushed yourself from your chair. Walking around your desk you made your way over to the copy room that was only a few flight of stairs down. Lafayette, once again, followed you.

“Wait,”

You groaned under your breath. You’ve hated this man for as long as you’ve known him, and now he’s just following you around like a lost puppy.

“Lafayette, I thought we discussed this. I hate you. You hate me. Just because I’m friends with John and Hercules doesn’t mean we’re friends.”

You shuffled papers around in your arms, reading it and skillfully making your way down the steps in heels.

“Oui, I know, but I must know,”

You raised a brow.

“Why are you ignoring your fiance?”

You paused. Your face morphed into an expression of disgust as to why he’d assume you were engaged to him. But then, realization dawned on you.

“Oh, god.”

You walked as fast as you could in heels, trying to get away from the Frenchman.

“Okay, let me explain.”

He chuckled,

“I thought you hated me and didn’t want to talk to me.”

“Stop being a smartass and listen,”

You breathed in,

“I was on the phone with my mom and we were on the subject of ‘boyfriends’ and you came into the room and I said your name and told you to get away and she heard your name so she assumed you were my boyfriend. But when I said you weren’t she told me that if I didn’t have one by this year’s reunion she’d set me up with someone. It’s clear I don’t want to be set up with anyone, so I said we were engaged instead.”

Lafayette was quiet for a moment, most likely trying to comprehend what you just told him. You fidgeted nervously. Sure, you didn’t like the man. Hell, you hate him. But you desperately hoped he would do you a solid and go to the reunion as your date.

“And you expect me to go as your soon-to-be mari?” /husband/

You took a quick glance over your shoulder,

“I don’t expect you to go as my - whatever the hell a mari is - because I seriously doubt you’d do something nice for me.”

He snorted and you’d have to admit it: was kind of cute.

“I dropped off Alexander’s work. Is that not nice? I did part of your job for you.”

You opened the door to the copy room and your eyes immediately landed on two figures who stood near one copy machine chatting with a coffee occupying the space in their hands. God, what you would do for a coffee right now.

“Technically, you did Hamilton’s work, not mine. It was his job to walk over to my office and drop them off.”

The two figure’s heads turned in your direction at the sound of another’s voice in the room, revealing them to be John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton, one being someone you loved to be around and the other a mere coworker that you could just barely stand.

“Y/N!” John exclaimed, flashing you a smile.

You excitedly smiled back and hugged him tightly.

“You rarely come out of your office, I don’t get to talk to you at work. I’m stuck listening to Alex rant about Thomas.”

You raised an eyebrow at Hamilton who held his chin up high and puffed his chest,

“Jefferson’s not that bad. He’s also my roommate so,”

The three boys in the room perked up at your words. John let out a small squeak in surprise, Hamilton moaned in annoyance, and Lafayette said something in French.

“Yeah, it’s as bad as it sounds. He brings back so many people, I swear, he had an orgy last night.”

John playfully clamped a hand around your mouth and you smiled underneath his palm.

“I don’t need to hear about my coworker’s sex life.”

You grinned and let your eyes trail behind John and to Alexander who swirled his coffee cup as he watched.

“But you always hear about Hamilton’s sex life. What’s the difference?”

Lafayette, who watched the three of you talk, noted your change of mood when speaking to John and Alexander. He shoved the thought into the back of his mind for storing to bring it up to you later, that is if you allowed him to speak to you.

John shrugged and smiled again,

“Alex only has sex with Eliza. He doesn’t have orgys.”

“Fair point.”

Hamilton tapped his foot loudly and cleared his throat,

“wow I’m right here.”

After John removed his hand from your mouth you fixed your hair and laid the papers in your hand on the spare copy machine. Alexander eyed the papers you set down.

“You seriously made Baguette drop off your papers, Hamilton? You weren’t even busy, you were down here chatting with Laurens.”

“In my defense, talking to someone is being busy!”

You raised an eyebrow and snatched John’s cup from his hand, taking a sip from the piping hot beverage.

“Hey-!”

“Sure, Hamilton.”


After the feud in the copy room you eventually got Lafayette to agree to being your fiance for the weekend. All he wanted in return was for you to do anything and everything he asked you to do during the family reunion. It seemed easy enough. But the only problem in your plan was the ring. How you hadn’t thought of this before you blurted out that Lafayette was engaged to you, you didn’t know.

Your only resort was to borrow a friend’s ring.

“I’m sorry, but I’m wearing a wedding ring. There’s a huge difference between a wedding ring and an engagement ring, ask Angelica maybe?” Eliza wasn’t a help.

“I have allergic reactions to jewelry, ask Peggy?” Neither was Angelica.

“Of course.” After many tries, with many people, Peggy was the one to lend you a ring similar to classic engagement rings. You thanked her and retrieved it from her house. That happened yesterday. Today was Friday.

You had everything you needed for the trip packed in a suitcase that you dragged behind you as you walked down the stairs.

“So, it’s true?”

You turned towards the direction of the voice and came face to face with Maria Reynolds, someone who lived in the same apartment as you.

“What is?”

You bit your lip and hoped she wasn’t talking about the man you hated with a passion.

“You’re engaged to Lafayette, I saw his car out front and that was enough confirmation for me. But didn’t you hate him like two days ago? I’m surprised.”

With gritted teeth and a forced smile, you spoke,

“as am I.”

Her expression morphed into confusion but she eventually waved off your words after a few seconds and smiled at you again. Knowing she was being a bother and a setback from your trip, she apologized from keeping you waiting and said her goodbyes. You politely murmured yours and waved back at Maria before turning towards the exit and setting off to leave the building.

“I hope you and Lafayette have a good time,”

you groaned and turned back around, a smile present on your face.

“Thank you,”


“Mon Dieu, that took forever.”

Lafayette leaned against the door to the passenger seat. His hair was perfectly pulled into a ponytail and his beard looked recently trimmed. You suppressed a roll of your eyes,

“So? Get used to it, honey. We’re engaged.” Your eyes narrowed as you took the sunglasses that sat atop your head and placed it on the bridge of your nose, pushing it up slightly.

/if you have wear glasses you have a pair separate prescription sunglasses/

Lafayette removed his leaning body from the door and pulled it open for you to step in. His car was sleek and shiny. It was an odd thought, but the vehicle practically mimicked Lafayette’s personality; something about it just reminded you of him.

“Ah, how could I forget?”

As you were stepping into the car, he leaned forward and pushed his lips in: going for a kiss. To this, you pressed your palm to his dark lips.

“Gross, Laf.”

He raised an eyebrow and shut the car door.

“Laf?”

“Would you rather Gilbert?” Adjusting your position to get more comfortable you eyed him warily, as if he was going to pull some stunt just to spite you.

“You can call me anything, as long as it’s coming from your mouth, my petit tigre en colère.” /small angry tiger/

A smile tugged at your lips and he smiled back at you, it almost seemed genuine. He removed his attention from you and turned his key, starting up the rumbling car.

“So, how about Jackass?”

His smile didn’t drop, to your surprise.

“Sure,”


“My mom does this thing where she’ll try to guilt trip you into having children with me, and if you touch me in any way my dad will monitor it. My brother is already married and has children and his daughter is really, really supportive of all my relationships. Oh god, and-”

“Y/N.”

Lafayette gently placed a hand on your shoulder causing you to suck your bottom lip in between your teeth and glance up at him nervously.

“Just go in, look pretty, and I’ll do the talking.”

You let out a shuddered breath and nodded your head slowly, taking in his encouraging words, and silently thanking him with a smile. For a second you forgot you hated the man that was seated right next to you. Letting your breath steady, you reached down and plucked the heels off of your feet and switching it for a pair of sneakers, just so your mom wouldn’t complain about how this is a family gathering and not a meeting with the President.

Your lip, once more, got caught in between your teeth as Lafayette made his way around the car to open your door. You placed a foot on the ground and a hand on the dashboard to steady yourself so you didn’t fall on your way out the vehicle. Lafayette reached for one of your hands, and you quickly pulled away. Lafayette clenched his jaw.

“I’m trying to help you out of the car.”

You scowled at him,

“I’m capable of doing it myself.”

“If you say so,”

with a huff, you pushed yourself up and smoothed out your shirt. Swallowing down any fears you might’ve had and the guilt of just getting up and leaving them by travelling to another state, you sauntered down the concrete path to your parents’ doorstep. Flowers, that you noted hadn’t been present two years ago, were sprouting just on the sides of your where your feet stepped. You took your time to admire the different colors and shapes of the flowers, using it as a distraction of what was about to happen.

“Y/N!”

You jumped at the sudden noise. The door swung open without you having to knock at it. Subconsciously, you shifted closer to Lafayette for comfort. Noticing this, he glanced at you and whispered,

“respirer.” /breathe/

Not understanding what he said, you furrowed your eyebrows and hitched your breath. God, Y/N, it’s just family. You work with the President, why is this a problem?

“Y/B/N!” /if you don’t have a brother, sorry/

You rushed forward and wrapped your arms around your brother, he replicated your actions and wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into your hair.

“God, damn it. You fucking got up and just left us to go work for the suits.”

You smiled and laughed shortly, tears brimming your eyes you let out choked words.

“Careful, my fiance is one of suits.”

He removed his face from your locks and looked at you with wide eyes.

“Fiance?”

You, as he just did, reflected his expression.

“Did mom not tell you?”

Y/B/N took a brief look over your shoulder and at Lafayette, who stood tall and proudly. He walked forward, taking your brother’s glance as his cue, and held out his hand for your brother to shake.

Y/B/N, ignoring Lafayette’s hand, clamped his over his wide shoulder and smiled brightly, making Lafayette quickly swap his confused gaze for a joyous one.

“Y/B/N Y/L/N,”

“Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette. Everybody calls me Lafayette.”

Your brother tilted his head and turned back to you with a grin,

“I didn’t know you had a thing for Frencies, Y/N.”

“Oh, god, Y/B/N!” You grimaced playfully and Lafayette chuckled beside you.

“Alright, let’s get inside before mom tells me off for keeping you to myself.”

He turned on his heel and headed inside. Lafayette slid an arm around your waist, you glanced up at him but he kept his eyes forward.

“We have to make it believable, don’t we, mon petit tigre en colère?” /my small angry tiger/

You sucked in your cheeks to bite on them and allowed him to rest his arm on your waist. Subconsciously, you stared down at the jewelry that sat on your ring finger. Peggy let you have it, her excuse being it didn’t look good on her as it did you. The engagement had both Lafayette’s initials and yours, which was Lafayette’s work. He went as far as to take it to a jewelry store and get your initials carved into it, just to, supposedly, make it ‘believable.’ But last you checked, normal couples didn’t get their initials carved into their engagement ring. Especially if they weren’t a real couple.

“Y/N, you made it. You didn’t make it to last year’s and- oh! Is this him?”

Your mother walked out from the kitchen, drying her hands on her slacks. She held her hand out to Lafayette for him to shake, but instead he took it and placed a small kiss on the back of her. A blush erupted on her face and she took quick looks in between you and Lafayette.

“Oh! He’s a gentleman, I see. I never thought you’d catch someone like this. Way better than that last boyfriend of yours, what was his name again? Charles Lee?”

Lafayette raised a brow in amusement as you just groaned and hid your face in your hands.

“Mom, that was four years ago. I’m over him.”

She rolled her eyes and shoved a hand into the air to stop your talking.

“Hush, Y/N. And it’s clear you’ve moved on - you’re engaged for Heaven’s sake!”

She smiled up at Lafayette and he returned the favor.

Your mother parted her mouth to speak again, but your dad came to your rescue and placed a hand on his wife’s waist, copying the pose Lafayette and yourself was in.

“Y/N, it’s great to see you and same for you, young man. What’s your name?”

You held your breath. Convincing your mom and brother that Lafayette was engaged to you was easy, but your dad was harder to get past.

“ Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de Lafayette, Marquis de Lafayette. No need to call me by my whole name though, sir. I go by Gilbert or Lafayette.”

Your dad only nodded, seeming to take in this information.

“What does my daughter call you?”

“Dad-”

“Lafayette, or Mr. Lafayette.”

Your mother furrowed her eyebrows.

“Why so formal?”

You nervously casted a sideways glance at Lafayette.

“We were coworkers long before we were lovers and old habits die hard, it seems.”

Your parents nodded curtly and you pinched at the hand that sat idly against your waist, signaling for him to let go, which he did in pain.

“Let’s save the interrogating for dinner, guys.”

You held your pointer fingers up,

“Speaking of which, I’m going to go help with dinner. Y/N, come with?”

You held a suspicious gaze against your mother, but you complied and followed her to the kitchen.

“You’re not going to say anything to Gilbert?”

Confused, you scrunched up your nose. Lafayette looked at you with the same confusion.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Gods sake, you’re engaged. Kiss him!”

Your mouth parted and was held in the shape of an ‘o.’

As if you were asking for permission or if you were hearing your mother correctly you eyed Lafayette, who grinned and tapped his lips gently.

“Am I getting a kiss or non?” /no/

You couldn’t say no to this, it would seem downright strange to reject a kiss from your fiance. So you smiled back at your mother and at Lafayette, catching a glimpse of his mischievous gaze.

“Of course, c’mere babe.”

You wrapped an arm around Lafayette’s neck and pulled him closer to you. He strategically placed a hand on the back of your neck so he could end the kiss whenever he wanted. And the kiss lasted quite a while, to your disgust and to Lafayette’s pleasure. But the way your lips molded against Lafayette’s; you could deny it all you want, but it felt great. You pulled him closer against your body causing him to let out a startled noise into your mouth. He smirked into the kiss just before he allowed you to part. Your eyes fluttered open and your eyes traveled down from his brown eyes to his lips and, you didn’t realize it, but you leaned in once more.

Lafayette’s smirk grew wider and he pressed the palm of his hand against your lips.

“Ah, ah, chéri. It’d be rude to make your mother do all the work, go on and help her.”

You shook yourself from the daze you were in and glared at him. If you could slap him right then and there, you would have. But with your family roaming the house you knew you couldn’t, so instead you placed your hands atop of Lafayette’s and pried them off of you.

“Right, how could I forget. Don’t get lonely without me.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.”

He wiggled his eyes and turned you around, giving you a slight nudge towards the kitchen. You let out a breath and trudged to the kitchen.

“Asshole.”


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