Concept: I live in a tiny cabin in the woods. I dry my laundry on a clothes line. I wake with the sun, stay up late reading and nap during the afternoon in a hammock. I have a garden full of flowers, herbs, vegetables and berries. I go on picnics regularly by a nearby river. I rarely need to leave my beautiful home tucked away in the forest.
Not going to lie, the video made me a lil weak when jack put on Alex’s jacket for him 😂 also I want that denim jacket he’s wearing, young renegades and had “A/G” on opposite ends… do I smell a new clothing like for AWG?
Killian Jones’ rather bony elbow dug into Emma’s back. Wincing, she scowled then retaliated by shoving her icy cold right foot backwards until it was wedged between his bare legs, causing him to mutter profanities under his breath.
Today was such a fucking mess. She was cold, tired and mentally drained from an afternoon of drudging through the forest with…
“Swan…” he groaned, the low timbre of his voice cutting right through her body making her gut clench.
“Keep your arms to yourself, buddy,” she snapped, her frown growing deeper.
“Gladly,” he quipped, flopping dramatically onto his stomach. The extra-large sleeping bag that housed the pair lurched in his direction, spinning her onto her back and somehow wedging her arm beneath him.
“Urgh!” she cried, tugging herself free, thanking God and all the stars that the man was at least wearing an undershirt.
He turned his head. Though it was late, it was summer and the night sky still provided enough illumination to see his expression: a smug grin combined with raised eyebrows.
“…. which would then make the initial velocity 40 meters per second, at theta equals 30 degrees…” Your physics professor rambles on and on, scribbling diagrams here and there on the smart-board. You sit all the way back in the lecture hall, avoiding the cluster of future Issac Newtons up ahead. Your empty notebook is withering away on the desk.
The doors behind you open, and a boy sneaks in, slowly shutting the door as it creaks. You check the time on your phone and try not to give him a judgmental look when he settles down next to you. How is he 45 minutes late? He might as well have stayed home… You try to mind your own business and stare at your blank notebook.
Well into the lessons, you feel a tap on your lower arm.
It was another slow day today, you worked at a local clothing store for women and you hated every minute of it. The sizes never went above 8, and on rare occasions there was a shipment of size 10’s, but mostly during the holidays when the company wanted more sales. You were a bigger girl and working in a store than only sold to Victoria Secret sized model’s only made you more insecure, but Happy changed that feeling when he asked you to be his girlfriend a year ago. He made you feel as if you were the last California sunrise in his life, beautiful. You loved him with everything you had, even his smiley faces and his long stares. With you he was different, he talked, he laughed, he loved you with his all; and nothing was going to get in the way of that.
“Hey, Y/N, I’ll close tonight, you can leave early, just clock out,” your manager was sweet and usually every few weeks on Friday’s she’d let you leave early like tonight, “Oh, thanks, Malerie, enjoy your night!” She never had to remind you that you could leave early, you were already out the door. Getting into your car, you decided to go to the clubhouse to play some pool with Happy and Juice, and maybe stay the night in Hap’s dorm if the game proceeded without Juice. “Babe, I’m coming by r/n, Mal decided to close, save me a beer please ♥,” Hap always wanted you to text him when you got to work and out, at first you thought it was a little weird, but he explained it was so he knew you were okay and where you were at all times; it felt uncomfortable at first, but after being with Happy and the club, you realized it was important to let him know you’re safe, and that made both of you happy.
You noticed while pulling into the lot there was a party with all of the bikes and the barbeque burning. Parking your car at the end of the lot, you saw Tara walking towards your car, “Hey, Y/N,” she always greeted you with a warm smile, you both got along really well and got close super quick, “Hey, girl, have you seen Hap? He didn’t return my text,” it wasn’t like Hap to send a ‘K’ to your text or one of his other illiterate texts that sent question marks to your brain trying to decipher what he was telling you. “I saw him inside in the clubhouse a few minutes ago taking a few shots,” Tara wasn’t acting normal, she was fidgeting a bit and speaking faster. Looking over towards the garage, you saw the blinds were shut, but the lights were on. Normally Gemma constantly kept the blinds open to keep an eye on everyone and the garage to watch over her kingdom. But it was different.
Scanning your eyes over to the crowd, you saw all of the brothers with each other having a toast to more whiskey and dope, all but Happy. Your stomach dropped. Walking towards the office, Tara tried to stop you, “He’s not in there, Y/N, I saw him in the clubhouse,” she grabbed your arm, but you ripped it out of her grip and she sighed stopping in her tracks. Your footsteps stomped towards Gemma’s office. Grabbing the door, it was open, you hesitated, you hoped to God or whoever is up there that you’d find nothing or even Clay and Gemma getting it on. Grabbing the door handle in full, you turned the knob and slammed the door open.
Your stomach dropped as did the mouths of Happy and an ugly croweater under him. Your heart crumbled in your chest seeing Happy’s neck covered in hickeys. “Shit, Y/N,” Happy pulled himself away from the croweater while pulling his pants up, “Who the hell is that, baby?” She spoke wiping her mouth and her smeared lipstick. Not being able to speak your body froze with rage and tears. Immediately grabbing Gemma’s papers on the desk, you threw them at Happy and his bitch. “Fuck you, Happy, Fuck you and your slut,” you pointed your finger at her, “Fuck you, bitch, who are you calling a slut,” she stood up trying to intimidate you. Happy quickly got in between you both trying to talk to you, “Y/N, leave,” he spoke. “First of all, ho’, I will lay your ass out like your grandma’s panties on the laundry line, and second, fuck you, Happy, don’t ever speak to me again.” Walking away, Happy grabbed your arm, but again you snatched it out of his grip, “Don’t you ever put your fucking hands on me, Happy! I fucking hate you! We’re done!” It went silent on the lot, everyone was watching. You spit on the ground next to Happy and walked towards your car with tears streaming down your eyes. “What’s up, Y/N?” Juice asked with his dorky smile not having a clue what happened, “Fuck out of my way, apple juice.” Your tires screeched as you left the property to go home.
“Hap! What the hell just happened?” Jax came over with Opie, I looked behind me towards the office which they followed as saw the croweater buttoning up her shirt. “Oh come on, man,” Jax scolded, “You pissed Y/N off big time, Hap,” Opie took a drink of his beer, “She’ll be alright, I’ll call her in the morning,” Jax and Opie looked towards each other and shrugged, “I don’t know, brother, Y/N isn’t the type to come crawling back to someone who fucked up with her,” my anger started building, “I guess it’s my problem then,” we both stared each other down, “I guess it is,” Opie stepped forward to me.
~~~~~TO BE CONTINUED~~~
I loved this one!! I thought this deserved two parts lol, I honestly was so mad writing this because I hate making Hap out to be an asshole :( But thank you for reading, and part 2 will be up soon!!
Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader Rated: T Genre: Fluff & the slightest angst Word Count: 3,776
Summary: You fell hard and fast for a gentle gaze and dimpled smile, the kindness and innocence that fills his heart and it makes you ache to return to that lighthouse once again.
A/N: I half love half hate this piece of work but it’s been forever since I last posted a fic so here we are 🎉 also I don’t know for sure if Namjoon’s pup is actually a boy or girl so I just guessed.
The midday sun is warm against your face as you lean your head back, eyes closed and hair knotting in the cool breeze. The sound of strong waves slapping against jagged rock lull you into a state of daydreaming, though you’re startled out of it from the sound of a wooden door slamming against the wall of the lighthouse, rattling its hinges.
You release the metal railing you were holding onto and place your hand over your thundering heart, squinting through the sunlight at a man chasing a frantic seagull out of the doorway who is quick to take flight. You stand there, mouth slightly agape, listening to the man grumble to himself something along the lines of grumble to himself something along the lines of ‘Pesky… good for nothing…’ and ‘Lucky I don’t eat you for dinner.’ He runs a hand through his hair and turns himself back towards the door but the flutter of your dress catches his eye, making him jerk back in surprise at the sight of you.
“Why… were you chasing a seagull?” You call across the space between the two of you.