Family Visit--T.H

Last night had been exhausting. Tom had kept you up all night, showing you apartments that he saw suitable. In the end you had to tell him to just shush so you could go to sleep. You woke up to an empty bed, though when you reached over you discovered that the sheets were still warm to the touch. Climbing out of bed, whilst tripping over your clothes that were strewn across the floor, you walked over the open bedroom door.

Walking to the dark kitchen, you flicked on the light switch and started to pull eggs out the fridge. Just as you were placing the frying pan on the hob, Tom entered not so gracefully, walking with heavy feet. He approached you, leaning down to place a soft kiss against your temple, whilst squeezing your hip. He muttered in your ear “Good mornin’ love”

After replying a peppy good morning to him too, you reached over and cracked the eggs into he pan. Tom still had his head rested on your shoulder, both his hands now resting on your hips.

After a few seconds, Tom pulled away to put the coffee on. You sighed at the feeling of his warm hands leaving your hips, making you shiver. “I’ll put the heating on” Tom said monotonously, walking towards the keypad on the wall near the front door. You smiled to yourself, loving how Tom noticed your shivers. “You do remember we’re going to my parents today don’t you?” Tom asked as he re-entered the kitchen, turning you round by placing his hands on your waist. “Course” You replied with a small smile, leaning up to give Tom a loving kiss. When you pulled back you were met with a content smile, that you returned willingly.

A couple hours later and you were on the front steps of Tom’s family home. As you rang the doorbell, Tom placed his arm round your shoulders, pulling you into him to protect you from the fierce winter chill. You smiled up at him, then turned your head back to the front as the door opened.

You beamed at Tom’s mum, whilst Tom himself disconnected himself from you to wrap his arms round her in a bear hug. You were then both ushered in quickly from the cold, being told we’d catch a cold. We walked into the living room, after a quick catch up with Nikki, where Tom’s twin brothers, Sam and Harry, were sat watching Batman. Tom walked forward and wrapped the two in a brotherly hug, teasing them about not watching Spiderman. “Where’s Paddy?” You asked from the doorway, keen to talk to him. You and Paddy had become close after you met for the first time. Whenever you came round you would help him with his homework, give him advice and when he was younger you would play lego with him. Now you would often complete 300 piece puzzles in the living room together.

“He’s out at one of his friends house’s” Sam replied knowingly. Tom sauntered back up to you and wrapped his arms around you in a hug, “Don’t worry, you’ve got me, you’re favourite Holland!” Tom said in hopes of cheering you up. “Who said you’re my favourite?” You wittily replied. He playfully smacked you gently on the shoulder, then pulled you to the sofa to watch Batman.

You plonked onto the seat, squeezed next to Harry who was engrossed in the film, and wrapped your arm around Tom’s middle. He in turn placed his arms round your shoulders, effectively pulling you closer into him. He placed a kiss on your cheek, then you heard gagging from next to you.

Turning, you saw Sam and Harry turned towards you, pretending to be sick. You blushed, pulling away from Tom slightly and started to apologise “Sorry, we’ll try to be….” Before you could finish your apology, Tom pulled you flush onto his lap. You squealed, which caught the twins attention. “We’ll be as cute as we want to be thank you” He then gave you a sound kiss on your lips to seal what he had said. Your eyebrows shot up as Tom continued to kiss you slowly and languidly.

You seemed to blur out that you were in Tom’s childhood home, returning the kiss with equal passion. When you heard a cough from the door way, you whipped your head round to see Tom’s parents seemingly stood there with mixed expressions. You promptly pulled away, climbing of his lap, sitting just next to him instead. Tom stayed quiet, though he was now a deep red.

“keep it to the bedroom thanks kids. There’s young eyes present” Tom’s dad said, pointing to Paddy stood just next to him, biting his lower lip in an attempt to not burst out laughing at your joint embarrassment. You turned to Tom, who looked just as alarmed as you felt.

“Batman” He uttered then turned to watch the tv, now notably keeping his hands to himself.

ceylon-morphe286  asked:

hamsquad gets sent to the future and wake up in readers house and they spend the whole day messing with modern inventions like light switchs and tvs and my most fav, the garbage disposal in the sink, like they are crowded around the sink putting their shoes,candles,food in it and watching it dissapear and ham like "wait lets try this" and he drops a spoon in it and it breaks the garbage disposal and reader pissed cause they broke it. just a funny short story plz?

“I am definitely hallucinating right now… I’m probably still half asleep.” You assured yourself as you blinked multiple times at the sight before you. There were men sprawled out in your living room. Not just any men, they were historical figures you knew very well! “They died a long time ago… There is no way they are physically in my living room at this very moment.” You took a deep breath and continued to walk over to the kitchen, where you grabbed your caffeine and sat at the table. You hummed a tune to the broadway musical you loved so much. Great; now it was stuck in your head. Once you finished your drink, you popped your head into the living room once more. “They’re still… there.” You panicked. “No, no… (Y/N), they are not actually there. You’re daydreaming.” You reasoned before turning and preparing to get ready to head out for work. You slipped on your shoes, choosing to ignore the four men that are still passed out on your living room floor. You took a deep breath before stepping out of the front door and locking it behind you. The loud slam of the door startled the men as they struggled against their spinning heads. What had happened? They didn’t know the answer to that. Where were they? They didn’t know the answer to that either. “Alex, wake up!” Hercules nudged him with his elbow. “W-what?” Alexander stirred awake, sitting up. “What is this place?” Laurens questioned, deciding to stand up. “Looks like someone with a lot of wealth lives here.” Alexander shrugs, getting up as well. “Well, no shame in taking a look around!” Lafayette gleamed as he started to touch various things around the house. “Look at this!” Laurens said excitedly. The men gathered around him as his hands hovered over a light switch. “I think… we press/flip it?” Hercules guessed. “I’ll do it.” Laurens nodded, firmly pressing/flipping the switch. The lights had switched on, making the lot jump in surprise. “What is that?” Lafayette questioned, wandering over to the light and staring up at it. “It’s so bright…” Alexander commented while squinting. “Don’t stare at it! You might go blind.” Laurens attempted to cover Alexander’s eyes. “Aren’t you two sweet~” Lafayette chuckled picking up a framed photo and inspecting it. “Get a room.” Hercules rolled his eyes in an amused manner. Laurens pressed/flipped the switch once more and managed to turn the light off. “It’s gone..! The brightness disappeared!” Alexander blinked in awe. “Try it again.” Hercules suggested. Laurens did as suggested and the light turned on once more. “Strange.” He commented. “IT’S VOODOO! THIS HOUSE BELONGS TO A WITCH!” Lafayette exclaimed. “That would explain all of the weird things we’ve been seeing.” Alexander nodded, strangely calm. “Sorry to interrupt your ‘intelligent’ conversation… but I think you should take a look at this!” Hercules called from another room. “Herc! Where did you go?” Alexander questioned, following a weird sound. The men entered the kitchen, where Hercules was found, flipping another switch. Instead of brightness filling the room, a sound erupted from within the sink. “Wait- what does this do?” Lafayette questioned, messing with the faucet. Water flowed from the faucet, which startled them. “Is that water?” Laurens looked hesitant to touch it. “Looks like it.” Alexander nodded, cupping his hands under the liquid. “It’s so clear…” Laurens mumbled in awe. They messed with the faucet once more, seeing if it would do anything more. But alas, the faucet only did one of two things which was either spit water or not. “Now look at this; see this hole? Things just disappear when you press here…” Herc said, pressing the button that turned the sink disposal on. “Watch…” Hercules said, grabbing a flower which was in a vase next to the window. He dropped the flower into the hole, where it was never seen again. The guys gathered around the sink in surprise. “Lafayette may be right… A Witch might live here after all…” Laurens gulped. The men tried dropping various things into the drain, but all of the fun had ended when someone dropped a fork into the drain. Confused, the men tried shoving another fork down the hole, but had no luck. Alex was temped to put his hand in there, but Hercules luckily stopped him. “Let’s just leave it alone.” Laurens shrugged, walking over to the living room, where a long couch was sitting in place. “This is really nice!” Alex commented in envy. “Yeah, I’ve never seen one like that before.” Laurens nodded. “What is that?” Lafayette questioned, pointing at the television. “It’s quite large…” Hercules commented, looking over at it from where he stood. The men jumped as the screen had bursted into color. “Are those people?” Laurens questioned. “Seems like it…” Hercules nodded, watching the people throigh the screen. “Maybe some type of high class door?” One of them shrugged. “What ever you do… Don’t touch that.” Alex gestures toward the remote. “Why?” Hercules looked over with a raised brow. “It made people pop up on that.” He replied, looking over his shoulder at the television. “That was you?” Lafayette chuckled. “I’ll have a look at this, you three can go ahead and search elsewhere.” Laurens picked up the remote and began to study it. The three left walked into yet another room. “This room smells extremely sweet.” Lafayette grinned. “You don’t think a lady lives here do you?” Alex looked around. “Oh- I meant to tell you… I found this. It looks like a really good artist painted it.” Lafayette said, retrieving the photo from his pocket. “It’s of a woman.” Alex and Hercules said in unison. “Yes! But look; the paint is a bit off. It’s really smooth.” Lafayette pointed. “You’re right. It is a bit strange.” Alex noted. “Yo, Alex! This man looks exactly like you!” Hercules exclaimed, holding up a green and flimsy rectangle that said 10 on the top corners. “It even says ‘Alexander Hamilton’ underneath the head!” Hercules excitedly showed the ten dollar bill to Alex. The men stood in awe for a brief moment. “This is insane man…” Alex breathed. “It’s not only Alex… Washington is on this one as well!” Lafayette waves the one dollar bill in his hand that he had retrieved from a bag that was left on the bed. “Wait- I just realized something…” Alex froze in place. His friends looked at him in a confused manner. “There is a clean looking house here.. Wherever there is a clean house…” He trailed off. “There is an owner…” Hercules finished his sentence dramatically.
A few hours of wandering and breaking things later; the ‘owner’ finally came back to her humble home. Instead of peace, all (Y/N) received was more work to do… The figments of her imagination turned out to be real. Now she had to find a way to get the squad of time-travelers out of her house before they break something else! She trudged into the kitchen once more, hoping to get at least one stress off of her chest. She started to wash some dishes as the guys watched. But, to her dismay… The dispenser was jammed due to a fork being shoved down the drain! Slowly she turned around to glare at the men before her. The men saw their lives flash before their eyes.
Let’s just say…
Even Aaron Burr didn’t want to be in the room where this happened.

The Light Within You

Switch off the light and let the light within you shine

How can you tell if it’s bright or dark?

Which is white, which is black?

Is everything gray?

How is okay?

See all the colors in the darkness human eyes can’t see

Recount the rainbow

Color your shadow

Is optical illusion an illusion or is it real?

Are we numb or can we actually feel?

Feel the feeling of non-feeling while feeling everything all at once

Follow the beat, listen to it.

Draw the infinite lines

Redefine fine

Calmly be overwhelmed with the peaceful chaos

As you switch off the light, turn your magic on

Find your center and be everywhere


I had angered something, that much was for sure. Turned the heat on the stove for low, walked away, only to have my food burning away sometime later. The heat had been turned to high. First I chalked it up to a simple exhausted mistake on my part. But as time went on, I realized that wasn’t the case. Shoelaces tied together, the remote to the TV disappearing off the arm of the chair; only to reappear across the room on the floor….

House Gnomes? Fairies? Something small had a grudge….I lay down to bed after a long day, and closed my eyes. Whispering. Tiny whispers all around me, all with Spanish accents. Was I losing my mind? I tried switching the light on, but found it wouldn’t obey. Damn….must be unplugged. 

The whispering became hushed laughter. Something sharp bit into my hand as I fumbled for the cord. I pulled my hand back, using my phone to inspect the damage. Teeth marks, very small, but they had definitely broken skin. I went to the bathroom to wash it off and get a bandaid. Maybe I should call the doctor in the morning…If I didn’t know better, I’d say miniature Salazar and his crew had found their way into my room…..

I laid back down, adjusting the sheets. Something not of significant size, slid off the covers with a yelp and there was a gentle thump on the floor.

“What in hell is going on??”

But in my ear, a gentle voice spoke.

“Shhhhhhhhhhh… is nothing senorita…..nada….go to sleep….fear not…..worry not…your dreams await you….”

The voice was so familiar…..but the pull to sleep it created was too great. I felt myself relaxing and settling down; the voice’s magic taking hold and making everything seem alright.

“Eh, move your hair out of the way too…you have a disturbing quantity of hair…tie it back….”

I yawned, frowning at his words.

“Why do I have to tie my hair back….what does that have to do with sleep?”

A tiny yet strong smack came to the other side of my face.

“Do not question El Capitan!”

“Lesaro….we need her to sleep, otherwise this will take all night.”

I frowned more, eyes half shut. Lesaro….why would he be….

“Huh? What will take all night?”

“Nothing, senorita! Now….you are getting sleepy….veeeerrrryy sleepy….pero don’t forget to tie your hair back…arms above the covers, wrists turned up…there’s a good girl….”

Nodding with eyes still half shut, I reached for the table; grabbing a tie and doing as I was instructed. Laying back down, sleep soon found me. There was slight discomfort though. Felt like many sets of very small teeth piercing my skin.

My dream was strange too. My cat pushed his way into my room, saw dozens of tiny vampires feeding from his owner, and promptly lost his shit. I remember he locked eyes with….wow….that one looked just like Salazar….who hissed and swiped to get him away.

“Get lost gato! She dressed like a pirate for Halloween!”

Angus lunged, chasing them all away as they scattered like mice. Moss though, remained.

“I’ll just seal up these wounds! Don’t want her getting an infection….”

I woke up slightly, yawned, stretched, and rolled over on top of him.

Salvation: Part 42

Breakfast is had.

Seven has a fan-boy.  It’s a bad thing.

Everyone gets dunked.

Poor Jaehee.  Poor Vanderwood. 

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Good morning househunting, I fell into an art deco vintage home decor shopping pit this morning after looking up my home in the Seattle Architecture Archives and seeing what it probably looked like inside when it was built in 1922. Here is some art deco inspiration and some art deco items you should probably add to your own home because my god, tin tile roofs and velvet capes. fyi, a few of these are affiliate links - thanks for letting me experiment with this and try new things.

Hanging fan mirror || Art Deco light switch cover || Speakeasy door set || Silk velvet 1920’s cape || Tin ceiling tiles || Williamson & Co. wall sconces || Wall decal photo background

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The Arrangement (pt 9)

“Is the child even mine, Y/N?”

You stare at him wide-eyed. Did he really just ask that? You felt like you couldn’t breathe in that moment. Jimin was actually being serious. He had actually thought that low of you. He had doubted your love and sincerity towards him. 
His faith in you had shattered and in turn, he had shattered your heart. 

You turned away from him, unable to look at him anymore. Jimin scoffed as you turned away, not noticing the single tear that fell from your eyes. You sat there in silence for another minute. Jimin was still fuming. He wanted answers from you and he wanted them now. 

Just as he was about to start yelling again, you cut him off. 

“You really want to know what’s going on between me and Tae?” you said with a straight face, wiping away the tears in your eyes. You take out your keys from your purse and push them into Jimin’s hands. “Go inside the house”

Jimin eyed the keys in his hands curiously. “Don’t avoid this conversation by telling me to go into the fucking house” he sneered at you. 

“Dammit Jimin just go into the house!” you almost yelled back. Jimin had finally noticed the pained expression on your face, but he didn’t care. He got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. You too had gotten out of the car, and walked lifelessly behind Jimin to the front door. 

Jimin managed to find the house keys amongst the many keychains you had and finally put the key in the door. As he tried to unlock the door, he noticed your hands in fists as you tried to control the shaking. You had wiped away your tears, but it was quite obvious that you were upset. 

Jimin finally unlocked the door and opened it to find a rather dark house. You both would usually leave at least a small lamp on so that you weren’t met with a dark house, but no such lights were on today. Jimin’s frustration only grew as he struggled to find the light switch near the entrance. Soon though, he found the switch and turned it on. 


Jimin jumped back from the sudden burst of noise. Jimin looked around the house, only to find it full. Full of his family, friends, and various decorations. There in front of Jimin stood all of his favorite things. The most important people in his life and some of his friends he hadn’t seen in a very long time. There in front of him stood some family from out of the country that he had also missed seeing. There in front of him stood hundreds upon hundreds of decorations in all his favorite colors. Ballons were floating on the ceiling and banners and streamers filled the house. There was something childish yet classy about it and Jimin loved it. Jimin couldn’t even begin to take it all in. He just stood there and smiled at everyone like a fool, totally forgetting about the whole ordeal that happened in the car. 

Suddenly, a group of guys surrounded him and messed with his hair and gave him a few light hits and punches. “Happy Birthday, Jimin!” they said in turns. “Were you surprised??” asked Jungkook.

“How do you like it??” ask Namjoon. 

“We spent like hours with the decorations he better like it” said Hoseok.

“Hours? Well me and Y/N spent weeks, no months, planning this whole thing. We literally went shopping every week because she thought of something new to get. You must have known, right Jimin? Like weren’t you the least bit suspicious?” asked Taehyung as he threw his arm around Jimin’s shoulders. 

And that’s when it hit him. That’s when he remembered what he had just accused you of and Jimin’s heart sank. What had he just done. 

He turned around quickly, finally facing you with his eyes wide. You gave him the smallest of smiles and Jimin noticed your lips trembling as you tried your hardest to hold back tears and break down. “Happy Birthday, Jimin” you say in almost a whisper, but he could still hear it. 

He tries to reach out for you, but you walk away into the sea of guests. and before he can try again, he is greeted by more guests, blocking him entirely. 

You try your hardest to smile and greet guests, but you eventually excuse yourself to change into something a little comfortable. You all but run into your shared bedroom with Jimin and lock yourself into the bathroom. You finally let the tears fall freely and you cover your mouth to hold back the sobs. You don’t know how long you stood there in the bathroom, but by now you were numb. You can hear the party at full swing outside, with loud music and people talking. Surely no one would miss your presence. You realize you can’t stay in the bathroom forever though so you will yourself to get through just tonight. You wipe off all the tear-stained makeup and wash your face with warm water. But your eyes are still kind of red. You walk into your side of the closet and try to find something more suitable for the party. 

Jimin is finally free of most of the guests at this point and begins his search for you again. He had seen you talking to a few people, but that was at least half an hour ago. 

“Sweetheart, Happy Birthday” Jimin hears. His mom and dad walk up to him, arms open for a hug. Jimin gives them a warm smile, despite his mind being focused on finding you. 

“Thank you” he says as he returns the hug. 

“Jimin, this is your last birthday as just a married man! Come next birthday, you’ll be a father too” Jimins father said. He was probably more excited than Jimin for the baby to arrive. He couldn’t wait to spoil his grandchild. 

“That’s right Jimin! The baby will be here for your next birthday darling” his mother chimes. “Enjoy this while it lasts son. You and Y/N will have your hands full this time next year” she continues. 

“Uh.. speaking of Y/N, have you seen her?” Jimin asks nervously. 

“Oh, I believe I heard her saying that she was going to go change into something more comfortable. But she’s been missing for a while, Why don’t you go change and make sure she’s ok too sweetheart?” Jimins mom says as she practically pushes him in the direction of their shared room. 

Jimin walks nervously towards their room, not knowing how to approach you and beg for your forgiveness. Why did he ever doubt you? The look on your face when you had just wished him happy birthday haunted his mind. 

He opens the door to your shared room and to his surprise, it is also fully decorated. There are balloons dancing across the ceiling and twinkle lights around the room. Jimin walked further into the room sitting on the bed as he tried to take it all in. He noticed the light on inside the bathroom and realized you were inside. He looked around the room and realized just how much you had planned. You really had gone the extra mile. 

Jimin finally notices a wrapped present on his nightstand. It was beautifully wrapped with a bouncy bow on the top. He had no doubt in his mind that you wrapped it. 

He carefully ripped the wrapping paper off, only to be met with a white box. He slid the box open and Jimin was shocked. Inside laid the childhood book he had you about all those many nights ago, The Velveteen Rabbit. The book had been published many times, but Jimin had initially owned a very old copy, dating back to around the 50′s. When he tried to find the same book, he couldn’t find the same copy or anyone willing to sell. But the book that laid in front of him was something beyond his imagination. 

He opened up the front cover and looked at the first page. The publishing date of this book dated back to 1922, meaning this was the very first edition. This must have cost a fortune, let alone impossible to find. 

Inside the book also had a small card. Jimin took the card out and placed the book on the side of the bed. He carefully opened up the card to find your small and beautiful handwriting on a pretty birthday card.

Dearest Jimin,

Happy Birthday, sweets! I thank god for blessing me with you everyday. And I guess I’m also thanking your parents for what they did 22 years and 9 months ago. ;)

 I know that we didn’t get into this marriage by choice, but I can happily say now that I always, always will pick you. I love you so, so much. I know I’ve been busy these last couple of weeks, but I hope you finally understand why and hopefully this all makes up for it. Did you like your gift? You really weren’t kidding when you said it was hard to find! I hope one day in the future, we can read this book to our child and maybe they will love it as much as you do. You’re going to be a wonderful father, Jimin. I just know it. I can’t wait to meet our little baby in a few months! Ok, I’m rambling…in a letter. Anyways, love you baby. Hope you have a wonderful day <3



Jimins hands trembled as he read the letter. How could he have doubted your love for him? How could he have been so stupid? Just then, he heard the door of your bathroom and you emerge, seconds later. Jimin stands up and meets your eyes for the first time in a while. 

It’s obvious that you’ve been crying but you tried to cover it well. But he could still tell. The glow from your eyes were long gone. You look at Jimin with a blank expression, as if you had just seen right through him and it sends a shiver down his spine and it scared him. 

You break eye contact and start to make your way to your door but Jimin stops you as he grabs your wrists. “Baby I- I’m so sor-” he starts. But before he can finish, you yank your hand out of his and walk out the door, leaving Jimin alone in the room.

Jimin stood frozen in the room as the door slammed shut after you walked out. How was he going to make it up to you?

You had returned to the party and Jimin soon followed behind you but you had already started mingling with guests again. You refused to even look in Jimin’s direction. If you even felt him coming closer to you, you would make the effort to move away. 

Jimin noticed you avoiding him and it was hard to get to you. There were so many guests! But Jimin wasn’t the only one who noticed the change. Taehyung also noticed the second you tried to excuse yourself to go change. You seemed really upset and it was easy to see that it was because something had happened between you and Jimin. Though it wasn’t in his place to pry, he felt bad that you were so upset on the day you spent the last 2 months planning. 

Taehyung had found you amongst the crowd and the people you were talking to had excused themselves. You gave Taehyung a small smile, but even he could tell how forced it was. “hey…you okay?” he asks slowly, hoping not to get anyone else’s attention.

Your smile slowly fades only for you to give him a faker smile seconds later. “I’m fine, Tae. Why?” you say, hoping not to discuss anything at the moment. You knew that if you talked about it, you would end up crying again.

“H-have you been crying? I don’t mean to pry, but is everything ok between you and Jimin? I just don’t want you to be upset today after all you planning for it!” he says. 

But before you could answer, you felt arms snake around your waist. “Nothing is going on, Tae. Don’t worry about. And thanks again man for throwing me this party. You’ve planned it so well with Y/n” Jimin says, showing up out of the blue. You look up at Jimin, surprised that you didn’t see him coming. Both the anger and sadness filled you up again. Taehyung could practically see all the tension in the air. 

You pulled Jimin’s arms around your waist, rather forcefully. “Excuse me boys, but I’m going to set up the food” you say as you give Taehyung another fake smile and walk towards the kitchen, not even giving Jimin a glance.”

“Dude what the hell happened?” Taehyung asks Jimin, pulling him to a corner. 

“Nothing, just drop it” says Jimin, growing frustrated. 

“I usually would, but not today. Do you you have any idea how much time and effort your wife put into planning tonight? She’s been excited about this for months. She has poured her love into every step of planning, and yet here she looks like she’s going to breakdown at any second. Look, I get that it’s your birthday and you don’t want to be listening to this right now, but whatever it is that happened between you two, I hope you can make up. You’re my best friend, Jimin. But Y/N is a good friend now too” Taehyung explains.

Jimin looked at Taehyung with a pained expression. He knew he had hurt you badly. It was evident in your eyes. But Jimin didn’t want to tell his best friend that just moments before you of cheating with him. Come to think of it, it was stupid that he even doubted you. He should have known his best friend would never betray him like that. And more importantly, he should have known you would have never betrayed him like that. He should have never doubted you. But he couldn’t tell Taehyung, at least not now. “It’s none of your business Taehyung, so drop it. Whatever it is, it’s between me and Y/n, so stay out of it” Jimin says before walking away, not even seeing Taehyung’s hurt expression.

Jimin kept trying to get you alone after that multiple times, but you evaded him at all costs. It was hard to enjoy the party when he could only focus on you and making things right with you. Before he could attempt talking to you again though, he was called to cut a cake. Everyone starting singing happy birthday and people were pushing you to go stand next to Jimin. You stood there awkwardly as people were singing and Jimin kept looking at you. Finally the song was over and Jimin blew out the candles. People then started to chant “Kiss” in hopes of you to kiss the birthday boy. You kept trying to wave it off, but it seemed like no one was having it. Jimin looked at you hopefully. He didn’t care that everyone else was in the room. He just wanted to kiss you senseless and show you just how sorry he was and how much he had loved you. 

You turned to Jimin, and any smile you had one was quickly gone and Jimin’s heart sank. “Happy Birthday, Jimin” you said quietly as you kissed him on the cheek really quickly before turning to face everyone else. Jimin tried to keep his smile up, but people could kind of sense the tension at this point. 

You almost never called him Jimin anymore. It was always “sweets” or some other cute nickname you would come up with it. So when you use his real name, he knew it was serious. 

The rest of the party went rather slowly for both you and Jimin. People had started drinking and everyone was having their fun. Jimin tried to make the most of the party that you had worked for and decided that you needed your space for now. You on the other hand were just trying to make it through the rest of the night. Fortunately for you though, Taehyung and the rest of his friends had kept you company for the majority of the time.

 Pretty soon though, people filed out of the house. Though you had wanted the party to end, you were anxious now. You realized that after everyone would leave, you would be alone with Jimin and you really didn’t want that. You anxiously waited as one by one, the guests started to leave. Eventually your parents and Jimin’s parents were leaving too 

On their way out, Jimin’s mom pulled Jimin to the side. “I don’t know what happened between you two, but don’t keep a pregnant woman mad at you for too long, son. It’s not too good to keep the mother of your child angry at you. Trust me when I say your father can vouch for that” she says. Jimin gives her a small smile as she too leaves. Maybe you were just this mad because you were hormonal? He just needed to get you alone and he could work things out. 

Soon enough, there were just a few people left and they were all starting getting ready to leave too. One by one, they filed out, and you were getting more antsy by the second. One friend of Jimin’s though was quite drunk. His girlfriend struggled to even get him walking properly and since she was far smaller than him, she needed help getting him to the car. “Hey birthday boy, sorry to ask you of this, but could you help me get this drunk ass to our car? I don’t think I can support his weight” she asked. 

As much as Jimin wanted to just kick the remaining people out of his house, he knew he should help his friend. He turned to look back at you as you began to clean some things in the kitchen. “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back in a second. I need to talk to you” he said before grabbing his friend by the shoulders and heading out the door. You said your goodbyes and then, it was just you in the house. You swallowed the lump in your throat and decided that you could clean everything else in the morning. You were both physically and emotionally drained. 

Before turning off the lights in the room, you took one more glance at all the decorations. “I hope he liked it..” you said out loud. 

Jimin practically threw his friend into the car before running back to the house. He yanked the door open, only to find the house somewhat dark again. He ran to his room, only to find the bathroom lights on. He was relieved that you were still here. For a moment, he thought you had left. 

How was he going to make this up to you? What words would make things right again? He called you a slut, he said he regretted marrying you. He asked if the child was even his, and he could practically see your heart break. He sat on the bed, running his hands through has hair nervously. 

Soon, you had finished your night time routine and you hadn’t even realized that you had started to cry again. You came out of the bathroom with your hand placed protectively over your stomach. The only comfort you had right now was the little one inside you. Oh how you just wanted to hold you baby soon. 

You jumped a little when you saw Jimin, not expecting him. You decided that you didn’t want to be in the same room as him for a while, so you walked to your side of the bed and grabbed your pillow while Jimin was trying to form the right words. Jimin noticed your tear stained face and he felt his heart drop at how sad you looked in that moment. You just look so drained, and he was the reason behind it all. 

“Y/N I’m so– wait what are you doing” he asked as you grabbed your pillow. You didn’t reply and instead you just made your way back to your old room, thankful that a bed was still there.

Jimin was surprised for a second and didn’t register what was happening. Recently, you had been saying that you found it hard to sleep without him there and he felt the same too. You always snuggled up to him at the end of the day and now, you didn’t even want to be in the same room? After a hot second, Jimin followed you.

“Wait, don’t just leave. Y/N I’m sorry, ok? Just look at me baby, please” he was pleading as he followed behind you like a lost dog. But you didnt reply and you were crying again. You practically ran the last few steps and before Jimin could reach you, you closed the door on his face and locked the door. You layed down on the bed and tried to calm your heart. You were so hurt, so tired. You just wanted to sleep. 

Jimin on the other hand was pounding on your door, not wanting you to sleep alone and in pain. He needed you as much as you needed him to sleep. And more than anything, he wanted your love for him again. 

“Baby, please” he said. “I’m sorry ok? I didn’t mean the things I said. Please, let me see you ok? Let me hold you tonight and we can talk through everything in the morning” he was begging. But you never opened the door, and Jimin knew to give up till the sun rose again. He was going to get you to forgive him, one way or another. No more mistakes, he thought to himself. No. More. Mistakes.


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“The party golem has been upgraded to a rave golem.”

-The adamantine lost golem (lost golem is a homebrew race in 3.5 on dandwiki) after going from a golem that is shiny with metal polish and gems of luck to a golem that has all of that plus now permanent dancing lights that can be switched on and off.

gemini is not incapable of trust and dedication in love. but they are very selective. it’s not like they have a haughty list of expectations outlining appearance, wealth, and prestige. they need to see how they respond to people in conversation and how uniquely interesting and complicated somebody is. geminis can certainly be loyal. remember that the gemini twins represent brotherly love. they are loyal to people who activate, challenge, and open their mind. they are loyal to people to listen to their conversations and teach them along the way. but the light switches off the moment that boredom arises. when lovers get boring, the heart begins to wilter. and a gemini’s wilted flower never grows again