look at how he nods his head

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Gif source:  Percy

Imagine having had a bad day at work and Percy takes you swimming to calm you down and show you how much you’re loved.

——— Request for anon ———

Upon hearing how horrid your day had been, Percy promptly said, “Let’s go swimming to take your mind off it.” You couldn’t hide your smile at how adorable it was that his solution was to involve water somehow. There was no denying he was the son of Poseidon.

“Feel better?” he asks now, an hour after your arrival poolside, where you had actually forgotten about the way your day had been going up until now.

With a laugh, you nod, “Thanks for this, Percy. You always know how to get me straight.”

“Well,” he rubs the back of his head sheepishly, water sloshing around the two of you as he continues, “I care about you, and seeing that look you had on your face when you came home was hard. I’m just glad there’s a smile there, now, instead.”

Wings [Part 7] || Taehyung

COMPETENT ANGELS

Pairing - Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre - Fantasy, Fallen Angel! AU, Fluff, Smut, Angst

Summary - The number two, slowly turns to three, as you find specific men around you impeccable. And they see this as a particularly fascinating way to compete rather roguishly.

Prologue ; Pt 6

‘How does that go again?’ Jungkook asked Namjoon as he cleaned the table next to his, Jimin giggling across him.

'Pardon. Say Par-don.’ Namjoon said, holding two fingers in front of Jungkook.

'Par-don. Pardon. Pardon!’ Jungkook exclaimed as he ran up to you.

'Noona! Look, Namjoon Hyung taught me a new English word!’ He caught your hand, making you look up at his face. You laughed at his childishness and nodded your head to let him continue.

'Okay, let me hear it,’ You said as you stood up, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

'Pardon!’ He said, before laughing and scrunching his nose in the process.

'Wow, Kookie, that’s awesome,’ You giggled and looked at Namjoon who was already looking at you and Jungkook, smiling.

'Nice job,’ You mouthed to him, showing him a thumbs up. Namjoon laughed silently as he let you know it wasn’t a big deal. When Jungkook reached his table, Namjoon reached out and ruffled his hair, showing him a smile. Your attention was pulled away from the brotherly affection that was being displayed when you heard a familiar jingling of the bell at the door.

You turned towards the door, seeing the familiar Chanel coat, the gorgeous golden locks and the crescent eyes that were beginning to form as he saw you as well.

'Hello, Y/N,’ He said as he approached you.

'Hello,’ You replied with a shy smile. How you were not used to the furry feeling in your heart already, you didn’t know. You stared at him like he was some angel who lost his way to heaven.

'How have you been keeping?’ He asked you, as he took your hand and placed a very delicate kiss on the back of it, making you turn red as a tomato.

'I’ve been well, Taehyung. What about you?’ You questioned, your hand still in his, his gaze sweeping you off your feet.

'Thought the day would never get better, until now.’ He said, flashing you a wink before letting your hand go, a strange coldness wrapping it as it left his embrace.

'Would you like something before we leave?’ You asked, your voice very squeaky, like the day before.

'I see you’re looking forward to our date just as much as I am. Although, I believe, I’m more excited about it,’ He mused as he sat down at a table across Jimin and Jungkook’s. You noticed Jimin’s mouth agape as he stared, exchanging glances between you and Taehyung. You sent a sly smirk towards his direction before smiling at Taehyung.

I doubt that, Taehyung. You thought, before going behind the counter.

Taehyung couldn’t help but smile at your voice that sounded in his head.

'Hello, sir, may I- Oh.’ Namjoon stopped as Taehyung looked up at him.

“Kim Taehyung, we meet again.” Namjoon spoke telepathically, as he eyed Taehyung in distaste.

Taehyung stole a glance of you, who was busy taking other’s orders. He discreetly looked at the young boys beside him and once he found the coast clear he looked back at Namjoon.

“Why, hello, brother. Been following Min Yoongi, I suppose?” He smiled at Namjoon, which didn’t reach his eyes.

“Don’t call me 'brother’, Taehyung. You’re a disgrace to all of the Sinners and Red Bloods. What were you thinking, running away from Kronell like that? Kimroe’s furious with you. And it’s you, who’s being followed by me and Min Yoongi Hyung.” Namjoon said, his upper lip lifting a little in disgust.

“So it’s Min Yoongi hyung now, huh? Not bleach-face anymore?” Taehyung jested, signalling Namjoon to sit on the empty chair across him. Namjoon rolled his eyes as he took the seat, scooting away a little with a slight push of his legs against the tiled floor.

“I can hear you both, you know. And Namjoon, you have explaining to do,” Both the men heard Yoongi’s voice, who was sitting at one isolated corner of the café eyeing them murderously.

“Hyung, don’t listen to him. I-”

'Hello, sir. Would you like to place an order?’ You asked the black haired man, who was coincidentally Min Yoongi. Not knowing you had interrupted a very 'serious’ conversation, you smiled at him, as he looked up at you. He took a second glance as he saw your face. He squinted his eyes, a familiar face flashing across his eyes - like he had seen you elsewhere.

“Woah~” Yoongi said, as he eyed your features. He was finding himself more attracted to your looks than to the delicious coffee you make all the time. He knew he had seen you somewhere other than at the cafe, you had been in Kronell. Or maybe, it was just the trick of his eyes.

“Yah! Min Yoongi! Don’t 'woah’ her. She’s mine.” Taehyung almost shouted across the café at him as his eyes kept a keen watch on both of you.

'Sir?’ You asked again, snapping Yoongi out of his thoughts.

'Y-yes. Uhm.. One large Mocha please.’ He stuttered, as he desperately looked somewhere else to concentrate on. How had he not noticed you completely before? Was it because you had never approached him?

'Anything to eat, sir?’ You asked, intervening in his thoughts yet again.

'Anything special today?’ He asked, suddenly feeling every cell in brain waking up, the confidence slowly building in him.

'Well, our baker’s been kind enough to cook his famous Lava cake today. Would you like some?’ You asked, smiling, still oblivious to Yoongi’s approach.

Behind you, Taehyung was fuming and Namjoon was quite enjoying the show. Jimin and Jungkook had already left by then, having bade goodbyes to Namjoon.

'If you’re being such a sweetheart, why not then?’ Yoongi replied, and although it sounded extremely cheesy, you couldn’t help but blush at his words.

What’s with cute guys in our café these days? Even our new staff is cute. You thought, not knowing the fact that all of the three men in the cafe had clearly heard it. While Taehyung looked like he was ready to throw a chair at Namjoon for the cocky smile that appeared on his face, Yoongi stayed calm as you were still standing in front of him.

“DID YOU HEAR THAT? SHE SAID I’M CUTE!” Namjoon yelled, his hand raising into the air with a fist, catching the attention of the customers around him. Taehyung immediately shutting him off, began his leg kicking in the air under the table in an attempt to strike at his shin.

“You’re embarrassing me. Stop that.” Taehyung said, clearly annoyed, waving his hand at Namjoon.

'Will be back in a moment,’ You told Yoongi before scurrying off to behind the counter.

“I can see why you’ve fallen for her, Taehyung. But I’m sticking to what I said before. I take no interest in finding mates, especially humans.” Yoongi smirked at Taheyung, who held the most frightening frown on his face, but clearly it didn’t make Yoongi sweat under his collar.

“You better not even think of it!” Taehyung huffed, before crossing his arms and leaning back into his seat.

'Here you go, sir,’ You said as you approached Yoongi with a slice of delicious Lava cake and a cup of Mocha.

'Thank you so much, Y/N.’ Yoongi said, but instantly bit his tongue as he noticed he had called you by your name.

'Oh, how did you know my name?’ You asked, astonished.

'Um- well, your name tag!’ He said, silently thankful that you had one, pointing to it shyly.

'Ah..’ You replied, looking down at it sheepishly as you forgot about it yourself.

'Why? Can’t I call you by your name, Y/N?’ Yoongi said, a small smirk on his lips as he sipped on his Mocha. You felt your heart beat faster as he stared at you.

You and Taehyung, sir, are definitely different. You thought, dramatically imagining yourself swoon over both of the beautiful specimen.

'Of- of course you can, sir.’ You laughed awkwardly before he brought up a hand, stopping you.

'Call me Yoongi, it’ll be better for both us that way.’ He said, giving you a proper smile this time.

This is the most adorable smile I’ve seen. Help me. You thought as you counted on your heart and brain not to cease functioning. His gummy smile brought the wake of fluttering feelings inside your stomach while you smiled back at him.

“She’s not even your soul mate!” Taehyung argued, pouting this time, very annoyed. It took every ounce of will power to not walk over to you and pull you out of the building.

“Like I said. It’s fun teasing you, Kim Taehyung.” He said, taking a bite of the Lava cake.

“Yeah, well, it’s fun calling you bleach face, bleach face.” He retorted, sticking a tongue out towards his direction. Namjoon was long gone, helping out with the orders while you collected your coat and bag.

'Taehyung?’ You asked as you noticed him sitting in a very un-manly poise, his legs spread out under the table, looking like he was about to fall off the chair if he didn’t bring himself back up on the seat.

'Oh, Y/N,’ He smiled, straightening up, his legs pushing against the floor as he turned to you.

'My shift’s over. So, shall we?’ You fiddled with your thumbs, as you looked at him.

His heart swelled in happiness and content, completely forgetting about all activities that took place before your approach. He stood up, and held a bent hand towards you, silently asking you to wrap yours around it.

'We shall,’ He said, as you wrapped your hand, him smirking at Yoongi before leaving out the door.

“She still thinks I’m cute though.”

“Shut up, Namjoon!” Taehyung and Yoongi exclaimed in chorus.


[Part 8 on Sunday]

Listen. Harry James Potter was an accident. 

You cannot convince me otherwise. Lily and James were 19 when they got pregnant. There’s no way that was on purpose. 

Please picture it. 

Lily tells James they’re pregnant. James panics, leaves, finds the other Marauders and demands a lads night, you know, no reason, just some drunken shenanigans for no reason at all with friends! Remus notices something seems a bit off and keeps an eye on his friend, but no one says anything. It’s only several hours later, when James is drunkenly crying and wailing on the floor, “He’s going to be so small! How can I protect him? SO SMALL!” that they realize what’s going on. They ask him if he is going to be alright. He sobs, tears and snot running down his face, and nods furiously. “This is the happiest I have ever been!” The others look at each other, shake their heads, and pull him to his feet. Sirius marches him back home to Lily, who has been waiting, scared, alone, and more than a little pissed off at her boyfriend for the better part of the night. She softens when she sees James drunkenly leaning on Sirius, Sirius shrugging in apology, because James is a mess but at least he’s home now. James falls to his knees in front of her and says, “I’m so sorry I ran off. I got scared. I’m still scared. But I’m happy too.” Lily can’t help but smile. “It’s alright, James, we’ll figure–” But James loudly shushes her and points at her stomach. “Wait. I’m talking to my son.” Lily glares at him and reminds him that it could be a daughter. Sirius adds, “Could be twins! Or quintuplets!” Lily glares more and tries not to laugh while James murmurs into her belly, “’M gonna ask your mum to marry me, but keep it secret ‘cause I have to buy a ring first. And a broom. Not for the wedding. For you. Do you like quidditch? You probably don’t know what that is yet. Don’t worry. I’ll teach you. I’ll teach you everything.”

Don’t think about Harry…. on the set of this little advert. Shivering a little because of the water and his clothes are sticking to his skin. Watching the playback of what they’ve filmed so far, looking over the shoulder of the director. Fingers playing with his bottom lip while he smiles. He sees the shot of him looking up at the camera. The director comments on how good it looks and Harry beams. “S'really cool, man,” Harry says, nodding his head. “Looks reaaaaally good, yeah. I like it.”

For my wonderful Sasha, may you have a fabulous birthday! С днем рождения @some-people-call-it-tragic​ 

(I hope I got that right and didn’t just call you a blind squirrel in Russian or something even worse.)

“Tell me, did you enjoy yourself tonight, Dean?”

Dean forced himself to look up from where he’d been absentmindedly staring at the glass in his hand, taking a sip of his remaining whiskey before offering Cas a slow nod.

“Yeah, Cas… Yeah, that was nice.”

Castiel -who was sitting right beside him, their knees touching-, nodded too, mirroring Dean. “Sam insisted on inviting some friends over for your birthday, I wasn’t sure you’d appreciate a surprise party, but I trusted his judgment.”

Shaking his head, Dean huffed in amusement. “I figured… It’s fine, it was good seeing everyone again.”

A silence fell, and Dean noticed how soft music was still playing in the background, even though the guests were long gone. His mom had been there, and Jody, and Donna, and some of their other fellow hunters. Even Claire had tagged along; she’d given him a dorky birthday card that jokingly spelled the message ‘congratulations, old man’.

Dean had laughed about it good-naturedly, of course. That was typical Claire.

And yet, now that the only ones left were him and Cas, along with a lot of empty glasses and some leftover snacks, he found that it nagged him. Because even if it had been an ongoing joke between them, she wasn’t wrong. Dean wasn’t getting any younger.

“I can almost hear the gears turning in your head.” Cas muttered, and Dean felt a hand carefully grazing his knee. “Something is wrong, isn’t it?”

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Drive

Jughead Jones x reader

In which Jughead is having a bad day.

Mainly fluff because I’m WEAK


We all met at our usual place for lunch. Kevin and Archie were having some kind of heated discussion over the table, while Veronica and Betty were smiling at each other, and talking quietly. Just date already. I watched as Jughead walked over to our table, plonking himself and his food down opposite me.

“Hey!” I beamed at him. He didn’t smile back, just nodded his head in acknowledgment of my existence, and I tried not to feel offended as he looked down to his meal and started eating without a second glance at me. The others greeted him, but he gave them equally as despondent responses.

“How has your day been? What lesson did you just have?” I asked him, eager to talk to him. He rolled his eyes.

“History.”

His one word answer was a little depleting, and I frowned.

“Okay, I’m gonna pretend I didn’t see that eye roll, Jones.” I said, raising my eyebrows at him. “What’s up?”

He ignored me, continuing to eat, and I began to grow frustrated.

“Jug, seriously, what is wrong with you?”

“Nothing, Y/N! Will you just leave me alone?” He snapped, his eyes furious as they met mine. The others turned to look at him, surprised. I was a little alarmed by his sudden outburst, but sat back as I realised what was happening. I knew Jughead well enough to know the difference between when he was actually angry with me, and when he was lashing out because he was hurt. I sighed.

“Right, come on,” I stood up, walking around to him and pulling him up with me. “We’re going for a walk.”

He sighed but didn’t say anything, letting me drag him away from his uneaten lunch. There really must’ve been something wrong if he let that happen.

I linked my arm with his as we began to walk around the grounds of the school. It was a bright day, and the sun shone vibrantly onto the grass surrounding us. I leant my head against his arm before looking up at him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked, and he sighed.

“It’s just… my dad…” He trailed off, looking away, but I understood him perfectly.

“Right.” I nodded. “How bad is it?”

He sniffed and I leaned into him, holding onto his arm.

“Let’s just say I’d be surprised if he even recognised me right now, he’s so wasted.” He muttered, and I looked up at him again, noticing his tired eyes and clenched jaw. Rubbing his arm, I decided Jughead was in serious need of some fun.

“We are ditching last period.” I said matter-of-factly, letting go of his arm and grinning at him.

“We’re what now?” He asked, deadpan, and I giggled.

“Come onnn, it’ll be fun. No one will even notice we are gone. Let’s go, let’s go!” His mouth curved upwards at my enthusiasm, watching me jump around him excitedly.

He let me yet again pull him away, as we quickly left school and I dragged him along the road to my open-top car. I vaulted in and watched as he stood next to the vehicle, his arms crossed.

“I am not getting in until I know where we are going.” He stated. “I am legally obliged.”

I laughed.

I don’t even know where we are going yet, Jug. Come on, have a little trust!”

He raised his eyebrows sceptically, but eventually got into the car, shaking his head as I cheered. We began driving with no direction, using the rural location of Riverdale to our advantage as we drove down endless empty country roads. I didn’t feel the chill of the wind, passing by the fields and hills in a blur of green and red and brown as the sun shone on us. Knowing he was in need of a distraction, I began rambling on about anything and everything, gesticulating wildly and prompting many concerned comments about my driving ability. Ignoring them, I continued to talk until I cut myself off, hearing one of my favourite songs come on the radio.

“Oh, yes.” I said, grinning and turning it up.

“Oh, no.” Jughead groaned. “Please don’t let this lead to an inevitably very loud and off-key performance of this song.” He pleaded, but I only grinned at him: he knew it was coming.

I began belting out the lyrics, waving my free hand around as I passionately acted out every word. The countryside flew past us as I sang at the top of my lungs and he watched me, grinning. It may have been a bit flat, but Jughead was laughing, so I would call it an overall success.

We stopped the car on a random hill. It didn’t have a particularly good view but it was peaceful, and the sky was a multitude of colours above us as the sun set. There were birds and a breeze and the radio was still playing softly. We were lying horizontally across the back seat, my back against Jughead’s chest as he played with my hair.

“Sorry for snapping at you earlier.” He mumbled, his mouth pressed to the top of my head. I smiled up at him, turning my head to see him better.

“That’s okay. I knew it was just because you were having a bad day, not because you were actually mad at me.”

He smiled tenderly down at me.

“How’d you get to know me so well, huh?” He asked. I exhaled,

“Well, I guess knowing someone for this long will do that to you.” I said, pausing before continuing. “Either that or I’m just incredibly attentive, observant, perceptive and generally great.” I teased, smirking as he laughed, tightening his grip around me.

“Well, that is true as well.” He said, eyebrows raised as he looked at me.

I leant forward, connecting our lips gently, tracing his cheek with my fingertips as his hand came to rest on my neck. I smiled as we separated and turned back around, leaning further into him, looking up at the sky. He grabbed my hand and wrapped his fingers around mine.

“You did a pretty good job of cheering me up, you know.” He said, and I frowned.

“Only pretty good?”

“Okay, very good.”

“Thank you.”


Matty Healy Fic // You Look So Cool //


“Remember to make it quick,” Ross lectured you, his seat making a soft noise as he twisted around so he could see you better. “There’s only one truck out front, so you most likely won’t have to worry about any customers interrupting you. Just get the money and get out.“

You nod, trying to listen to every detail he gave you despite the pounding going on inside your head. You hoped he didn’t notice how bad your hands were shaking as you traced your fingertips along the seam of your bright red pants.

“I will,” you promised, “Can we go?“

“Yeah,” Matty answered.  

Adam gave you both a quick nod before pulling open the door to the van, and Matty fit the black bandana he’d found over his mouth to complete his look.

“You look so cool,” you said to him, quiet enough so only he heard.  Matty had been exceptionally cold to you ever since you volunteered yourself for this heist, but you were hoping that would be enough to chip away at the wall he’d been building up.  

Just when you were about to begin crossing the parking lot leading to the small shop, he gripped onto your hand tightly, causing you to turn and face him before tugging you in for a kiss, his lips felt so soft and warm even through the fabric.

"I love you,” he whispered against your mouth.

“I love you,“ you said back.

Based off from the Robbers Music Video

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stars and moons

CONGRATS HERE’S A 5+ IMAGINE

tags: @hamiltonwrotetheother51 @ask-liza-schuyler @letuscomposefanfics

Early 1780’s…

Y/N stood with her sister, their arms inter-looped together. “You see that man?” Eliza whispered and pointed at the man with a bun on the back of his head and facial hair that was scruffy on his chin, she nodded softly as Eliza smiled while Y/N’s eyes fixated on how amazing this man looked. His poster was straight and his clothes made him look wealthy. His hair was in a perfect little bun and his eyes were the most perfect shades of brown. Y/N looked at her sister when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

“He’s mine.” Y/N’s eyebrows knitted as Eliza smiled and kissed her sister’s cheek, her body going to the eldest of them and whispered, what Y/N assumed, to be the same. She let out a soft sigh and walked up to a dark man, his hair also in a bun. It was curly and his facial hair was cut very well for a man of this time, she smiled at him and curtsied.

“Y/N Schuyler,” she told him with a wide smile, his lips turned upwards as he bowed and politely took her hand. “Lafayette, my love.” she let out a small giggle and met his eyes, a blush appearing on both of their faces. “Would you care to dance?” he asked, she nodded her head, trying to hide her excitement as he leads her onto the dance floor.

They danced around a couple times, his hands staying on her hips and in her hand, moving in a slow but steady pace. His feet guided them around the ballroom as elegantly as he could, but soon being stopped by the man her sister had claimed as her own. Lafayette kissed her hand, winking before walking away.

“Alexander Hamilton,” he spoke up once Lafayette was away, she once again smiled. He allowed a huge smile to radiate his face before hers fell. She looped their arms together and started to walk away.

“Wh-hat are you doing,” he asked before he continued his words, “I don’t even know your name, where are you leading me to?” she looked at him, confliction filling her face. Her head looked around before she grabbed his face, mashing their lips together. His hands flew to her hips as she kissed him. She pulled away seconds later and let out a breath of air, “I’m about to give you all the stars and moons and I can promise you,” Y/N whispered and closed her eyes, “She will give you everything and anything, just for you to be happy.” Y/N opened her eyes and lead him to her older sisters, Angelica and Eliza smiled at the man as they arrived.

“Angelica Schuyler,” her oldest sister smiled and allowed Alexander to kiss her knuckles before Eliza spoke up.

“Elizabeth Schuyler,” she said barely above a whisper, Alexander looked at the three of them before Y/N spoke up again. “They’re my sisters,” she stated and let go of him. He nodded and kissed Eliza’s hand, her eyes filled with love and adoration as he started to speak to her. Alexander soon turned to Y/N and looked at her before smiling. “Do you mind showing me where the garden is?” he asked as he looped his arms around Y/N’s once more, “I need to meet a few of my friends,” he told her.

Y/N’s eyes widened and nodded as they turned and walked out, she could hear the noises of the sisters whispering. Y/N didn’t dare to look back at the two older sisters as she leads Alexander to the garden. Her small arms opened the large door for the both of them, pulling him into the deepest of the garden.

His hands met her hips once more when he saw that no one was around, she turned her body so that it was in front of his. “My names Y/N.” she whispered as Alexander’s hands met with a piece of her hair, pushing it back behind her ear before his lips slowly met hers.

His lips meshed with hers in a slow yet passionate kiss. Her hands flew to the back of his neck as they shared the soft kiss.

Her hands left his body at the same time her lips disappeared from his, his eyes shot open to met hers. Regret was filling her eyes as her hands started to shake.

“I’m going to give you the stars and moons, but you have to promise to let her take the suns and clouds along with it.” She whispered, her eyes looking at his while her hand stroked his cheek. “Who’s going to be the sun and moons?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, “Eliza,” she whispered and walked away, her body numb at the thought of him slipping through her fingers.

She walked and found her sisters, they both looked at Y/N for answers that only she could give.

“You’re going to have all the suns and the clouds as long as you live, my dear Eliza.” Y/N spoke before walking away. At that moment, a million things changed about their universe.

Many things happened in one night, a million things changed in only a matter of seconds.

Lin felt his feet touch the ground of an unknown land, his eyes looking around the terrain while his hands shot up the hold his freezing arms.

He walked into the candlelit mansion, his eyes looking around. Everything looked so vintage to him, so old.

His eyes met with some of the men’s, his mind instantly realizing they are wearing many layers of shirts and pants he had only seen in old historical books, Lin suddenly felt out of place as he walked around. He noticed how it wasn’t very busy and went to look for the owner, his short frail body bumped into a large bulky one.

“Hamilton?” the man’s husky voice came out, Lin looked up confused, his hands squeezed around the leather journal he had been holding.

“Why are you still here and what are you wearing?” his voice once again rang in Lin’s ears. Lin quickly looked down and studied his clothes. A shirt he had been wearing before he was pushed into this world and a pair of sweats. This was a very modern outfit to the very vintage ones everyone else was wearing.

“Uh, what year is it?” Lin asked slowly, the man’s face contorted into pure confusion, his head slightly tilted as he looked at Lin.

“1780, are you feeling alright?” the man set his hand on Lin’s shoulder while Lin nodded. “Yeah, uh, do you have any clothes I can possibly borrow?” Lin asked as the man nodded.

He led Lin down along hallways and pointed at a room, “I don’t suppose you might need a place to stay,” he muttered as he leads Lin to what he assumed to be a guest bedroom.

“This room has some clothes and you can thank Martha for keeping the room clean, you and I both know I wouldn’t be capable of it.” he commented, his version of a joke, Lin assumed.

Lin started to connect the dots.

1780. Martha. Cold.

He was at the Winter Ball, this is Washington’s place.

Lin smiled and nodded before opening the door, George was right, it was clean. Practically spotless.

Lin changed out of his clothes before putting his shivering form under the blankets on the bed.

When Lin awoke he had forced himself out of the warm bed, his eyes meeting the sunlight that had spilled in the room.

He looked around taking in the surrounding, memories flashing in his mind of the night before.

He dressed in the appropriate attire, the heavy jacket and the white ruffled looking shirt matching the pants and socks made him wonder many things but decided not to dwell on it. Lin walked from the room with his journal in hand. He snuck through the doors and down the streets.

His feet lead him to park that was down the road and past a few stores, he sat on the ground and soaked up the cold winter air. His hands quickly changed to the page he needed before he started to write lyrics down, his eyes and brain focusing.

He sat there for what felt like seconds before a whimper sounded through the wooded park. His head shot up almost instantly at the soft noise. He shook it off but became alerted when he heard it again.

He noticed a girl, she couldn’t be much older than he, walking down the street. Her hands were holding her face as tears streamed down it.

Lin lifted his body and walked to the girl, he walked beside her and looked at her.

She was really crying.
She was really hurting.


“Miss?” Lin asked softly, the girl didn’t look up until his hand rested on her arm.

Her arm went to hit the man as his fingers wrapped around her wrists. “I-” she stuttered and looked at the man, her eyes watering and overfilling before all of the tears fell from her eyes. 


“I-I’m sorry!” Lin apologized as she ripped her wrists from his fingers.

“Alexander, I gave you the stars and the moons! Please take them and love them as I love them!” she whisper/shouted and walked away as fast as she could. Lin’s body followed hers as she walked down.

Why was he being confused with ‘Alexander?’

Why was that happening to him? 


“No, Miss,” he shouted at the girl, “I’m not Alexander, I’m Lin!” he told her.

Her feet stopped and she turned to look at the man, “You look like Alexander.” she whispered, “You look like the man I gave up for my sister,” she murmured.

“What’s your name?” Lin asked, she looked up at him with red puffy eyes that were filled with hurt and pain.

“Y/N Schuyler.” she choked out, having vivid memories of the night from before, “Well, what happened?” he asked and pushed the hair that was in front of her face behind her ear.

“It’s a long story,” she whispered with a soft laugh, “My sisters and I all thought this man, Alexander, was beautiful. He was stunning, actually.” She explained, “I gave her all of the suns and the clouds as I gave him all of the stars and the moons.” Lin nodded softly and looked at how her lips turned into a sweet smile as she talked about, Alexander. Lin’s eyes met with the way her hands fidgeted and how her eyes looked lost and distance from the world.

“Why did you give up the suns and clouds if you’re the stars and the moons?” Lin asked, Y/N looked at the man before she let out a deep breath, “I should - I should go.” Y/N said quickly as she walked away, she left Lin standing in the coldness of the New York air. His eyes followed her body as she began to run away, tears suddenly streaming her face. She turned the corner out of sight from the strange man, her eyes closed as she stood in the wind. She took a few deep breaths and looked around the corner, the man wasn’t there. Y/N leaned her head back against the wall, her eyes meeting with the bricks on the other side of the wall.

Y/N soon returned home, her eyes meeting with her sisters. Eliza looked at her sister as she ate the breakfast she had made with Angelica.

“Who is it?” Angelica asked, Y/N looked at Eliza and put a finger to her lips. Eliza looked at her older sister and responded. “It was just the wind.”

Y/N snuck to her room and quickly changed from the gown she was wearing, her body relaxing at the feeling of her corset being ripped off. She let out a few breaths before wrapping a towel around her body and walking to the bathroom, her hands reached for the knobs of the shower; twisting them on. The warm water steaming the room, her eyes met with the mirror before she unwrapped the towel and got into the shower.

Her body relaxed against the warm water, she let out a soft sigh. Her hands went and massaged her scalp, her eyes closing. Her eyes quickly shot open when a knock came from outside the door.

“Y/N?” Angelica’s voice sounded, “Where were you after you and Alexander went away last night?” she asked. Y/N knew she’d be sympathetic, but she also knew her sister loved him just as much as she did.

“Nowhere,” Y/N mumbled and put shampoo in her hands, washing it through her long locks. “Y/N,” Angelica’s voice came out more stern by this time, she had reached for the doorknob, turning to open it before walking in.

She crossed her arms and closed the door once more, her hands going to pull the towel Y/N had once worn, from the ground and opened the curtain to the shower, handing her sister the towel.

Y/N sighed and took it, wrapping it around herself before stepping out.

“What?” she asked in a bitter tone, Angelica’s hand flew to up to stop the attitude Y/N was about to give. “Do not ‘what’ me,” Angelica said making Y/N look anywhere but at her older sister, “Where were you? What happened between you and Alexander?” Angelica rested her hands on Y/N’s face, allowing Y/N some time to think of what she was going to tell her.

Was she going to tell her about the fact that she kissed him?

That she gave him what she considers the moons and stars?

Maybe she’d tell Angelica that she met a man who looked exactly like Alexander, or that he had told her she was the stars and moons.

“Do you really want to know?” Y/N whispered and averted her eyes to the ground, Angelica lifted Y/N’s chin up so their eyes met.

“I gave him all of my suns and stars after I gave him my heart and soul.” Y/N whispered and started to walk away from her older sister.

“Y/N,” Angelica called out, her voice full of sympathy.

She knew what her youngest sister meant. She did give up the stars and moons. Eliza was the one always there for her when Angelica couldn’t.

Of course, Angelica was there for the younger girl but when she wasn’t she always had Eliza. The stars and moons.

Y/N had her older sister help the corset onto her body before she put the long pink dress on. She threw her damp hair into a bun before slipping on the black shoes and walking out.

Y/N walked down the street to the park once more. She walked straight to the pond which was filled with ducks and flowers. Her eyes watched around the people and the ducks when someone caught her eye.

Alexander was walking around alone, his arms were folded and he looked angry. She quickly walked to him before stopping him.

“Alexander,” Y/N smiled, Alex looked at her with a smile which soon dropped, “Um, I’m Lin actually.” Lin, who was thought to be Alexander, mentioned.

Y/N’s eyes fell along with the smile on your lips, “I-I’m so sorry!” You stuttered out.

She knew she had met him earlier in the morning and her forgetting that made a deep blush rise to her cheeks. “I - You both just look so…” she paused and drifted off, “So alike,” she finished in a whisper, Lin allowed a smile to form on his lips once again, the sweet smile drawing butterflies into Y/N’s stomach, her lips twisted into a smile as she felt her chest tighten.

“Do you want to go somewhere?” Lin asked after a few moments of smiling, Y/N nodded quickly before she pushed a hand down her dress to smooth out the edges, a nervous habit she had picked when she was a child.

“I-I mean, ye-eah. I’d like that-at.” Y/N stuttered out. Lin smiled widely and began to walk away, expecting the smaller women to follow him. Y/N looked at him before walking quickly to match his pace. Y/N looped their arms together as they walked, Lin’s heart fluttered at the sudden contact.

“So,” Y/N began as they walked into a small pub. The smell of food filling their senses as they sat on the wooden chairs. “Tell me about yourself.” she smiled at Lin before a waitress walked closer to them. “What would you like to drink?” she asked, you both ordered a water with lemon as she walked away.

“I’m a writer,” Lin told her and brushed his hand against the spin of his journal. “Really?” Y/N asked and sat her elbows on the table, her head falling into her hands. “You just keep getting better and better by the moment.” Y/N smiled and took the glass that had just been set on the table.

She took a long sip and looked at the poor man, “Where are you from?” she then asked, his lip was dragged under his front teeth at the question.

Does he tell her the truth?

Does he lie?

“Virginia.” Lin lied. Y/N was slightly taken aback and removed her head from her hands, “Really?” she asked and folded her hands. Lin nodded quickly, a little too quickly. Her eyes squinted, “Do you know Jefferson then?” she asked, Lin, shook his head. “Nope.” he popped the ‘p’ and took a long sip from the cup.

“You said you gave up the ‘stars and moons,’” Lin took another sip from the cold water, “What did you mean?” Y/N’s face fell at the question, she coughed softly and looked at him. “My sister’s each are very important things to me,” Y/N told him, “My dear Eliza, she’s the suns and moons.” She told him as her eyes looked at anything that wasn’t him, “And my Angelica, she is the air and gravity we need. She holds us all together.” Y/N let out a soft laugh and looked at Lin. His eyes were fixated on her face, their eyes met for a split second.

“The Schuyler Sisters,” he whispered to himself.

Y/N looked at him, “What?” she spit, Lin’s eyebrows knitted before he realized what he’s done. His eyes grew.

“I-You had told me that you-uh, you’re last name was Schuyler? I assumed you three were sisters.” Lin stuttered and felt his hands reach for his hair, “I’m sorry for assuming, I just thought you-” he was cut off by her index finger being held up, “It’s fine.” she mumbled before taking a sip. “I’ll pay, I’ve got to leave anyways,” she told him and lifted herself from the chair before throwing some cash on the table.

Lin watched as the girl walked away, her body moving quickly away from the small bar he had brought her to. He looked at his journal and quickly picked it up, his hands reaching for the pen he hand. He quickly scribbled down jumbles of words.

“Y/N Schuyler gave up Hamilton for Eliza. Eliza = stars and moons. Hamilton=suns and clouds. Very strong headed. Younger sister??”

He sighed and closed his journal once more when a couple hands patted his shoulder. He looked at the men that began to sit in front and beside him. “I saw you talking to that Schuyler sister,” the man with tight black curls said while wiggling his eyebrows, a thick French accent evident in his voice.

“Uh, wha-” Lin quickly cut himself off, understanding what was happening.

John Laurens, Lafayette, and Hercules Mulligan. Hamilton’s friends.

“Uh, yeah. She’s cute right?” Lin asked and took a drink of the water he had ordered earlier. The man with softer curls looked between all the men before he smiled, “Yeah she is, but have you seen Eliza? Man! You’re lucky!” He laughed, by this time Lin knew that was John.

“I guess?” Lin murmured and took one last drink of the water before getting up.

“I should go.” He mumbled and pushed his chair back in before walking out as fast as his small legs could carry him.

“What was that about?” John asked and waved over someone before ordering a few shots, “Not sure.” Lafayette shrugged and looked around the small area, “But it was weird, correct?” the men all nodded in agreement as they all sighed.

“But you have to admit,” Hercules’ voice boomed, “She was really cute.” all the men nodded and laughed as the shots arrived at their table.

Angelica laughed with her younger sisters as they drank some of the alcohol someone had bought them. Y/N giggled and brushed her dress off.

“Is Alexander coming?” Eliza asked. Angelica and Y/N looked at each other and shrugged.

The three sisters stood around before they heard a squeal, “He’s here.” Eliza said and sat down the glass before she grabbed her sister’s hands and dragged them along with her. You walked behind her and got to the man. His hair was in its normal bun and his hands were around his friend’s’ shoulders.

“Eliza!” he spoke and walked up to her, greeting her with a hug. Both of the other sisters looked at each other before making a throw-up sound. They pulled apart and looked at the two of them, “Y/N, Angelica.” Alexander greeted, they both smiled a small smile before they looked away.

Y/N tilted her head to the side when she saw a familiar face, along with Angelica.

“I found someone I want to talk to, I’ll see you all later.” she smiled and walked past the boys. Angelica followed quickly behind her youngest sister before grabbing her arm.

“Let go of me,” Y/N hissed and yanked her arm from her sister, she walked closer to a very lost and confused Lin. She grabbed his arm and walked away with him as fast as she could. Lin looked at her with a confused expression as she led him to a dark corner.

“You can’t be here,” she whispered, Lin laughed softly before stopping. She was serious.

“Why?” he asked as his head tilted and eyebrows knitted together.

“Alexander is here.” Y/N mumbled and looked behind her. Angelica was getting close to them so Y/N dragged him into a deeper section. “Oh.” is all Lin could produce when he processed what she had said.

And Angelica is looking for me, I really need to go but please, leave.” she whispered and walked away and to her sister, quickly spinning both of them in a different direction.

Y/N stayed in the house for days as Lin stayed at G. Washington’s place.

Alexander and Eliza on the other hand began to see each other.

Y/N smiled at the maid as she grabbed an apple from the bar, she quickly bit into it and walked away. She had decided to go to the park, she hadn’t known if Lin would be there or if he left, but she wanted to know. Her smile faded when she saw Lin or Alexander talking to the other?

What the fukkkkkkkkk?????

She thought and walked towards them, taking another bite of the apple. “Hello,” she greeted the two men. Both of their lips turned into a smile before Alex took her hand and kissed it, Lin following his lead. God, they were really alike.

“How are you, Y/N?” Lin asked with a wide smile still spread across his face, “I’m great, Lin.” she told him and looked at Alexander, “Are you on your way to see Eliza?” Y/N asked. Alexander’s head nodded. He pushed the few hairs that left his bun out of his face and let out a small cough.

“Yeah, how is she?” he asked, Y/N shrugged softly before opening her mouth. “I see you met Lin,” she gestured to the look alike.

Alex and Lin nodded before Alex turned his head to look behind him. “Did you know he’s a writer?” Alexander asked, you nodded and looked at Lin. “I haven’t read any of his work, but he’s mentioned it.”

Lin smiled and moved his hand to the back of his neck, scratching it softly. “Yeah.” he murmured and looked at the ground.

“You should go, Alexander,” you told him, “If you’re late again, Eliza won’t be happy and you want her happy.” all three of you laughed before Alexander agreed and left you and Lin to stand alone.

She turned to look at Lin while Alexander walked away. “Thank you,” Lin murmured and looked at her in the eyes. “For?” She asked, Lin, shrugged and looked around, avoiding all eye contact.

“When they get married, you’ll be my date.” Y/N said suddenly, looking at his eyes for answers. Lin’s eyes held all the words he couldn’t speak.

“Yea-ah, of course.” Y/N smiled a wide smile and grabbed his hand and walked away.

Her thoughts started to jumble together as her heart began to race.

She can’t be with him.
She can’t fall In love.


Y/N dropped his hand and stopped in her steps almost immediately.

“Are you okay?” Lin asked.Y/N failed to answer the question.
“Y/N?” He asked again, but his voice only drifted from her even more as memories of the Winter Ball flashed in her mind.

“Where are you taking me?” “Eliza Schuyler.” “Angelica Schuyler.” “I’m about to give you all of the stars and moons but you must love them as I love them.” “Who’s the stars and the moon’s?” “Why did you give him the stars and the moon’s when you’re the stars and the moon’s?”

That brought her back.

“I-I’m sorry.” Y/N whispered and walked away quickly.

Lin watched her as he always did when she left without reasoning. He began to walk towards the park which he had been many times since he had arrived in the New York atmosphere.

He sat on the ground once he found a good place to settle. He pushed open the journal and started to write.

The Schuyler Sisters.

Before he began to write down many things.

December 14th, 1780

“This is very beautiful,” Lin whispered in Y/N’s ear, a smile spreading across her face as he nodded.

“It is.” she sighed out, Lin looked at her. His face memorizing every detail of her face. The way her eyes squinted as she smiled, how her lips would curl slightly and her cheeks flushed when someone would touch her. The way she bite her lip when she was around him. The way her eyes told thousands of stories that her lips couldn’t.

“It’s not as beautiful as you, though,” Lin spoke, Y/N’s face turned to look at him. Her eyes met his, her lips fell open as she tried to find the right words to say, all she could manage was a smile which Lin happily returned.

Lin looked up when he saw a very drunk Laurens standing up, “All right, all right! That’s what I’m talking about! Now, give it up for the maid of honor,” John paused and looked between Y/N and Angelica.

“Angelica Schuyler!” he shouted, everyone laughed softly and clapped.

Angelica smiled and got up, her eyes met Y/N’s as they smiled at each other.

Angelica picked up Y/N’s hand and smiled as she pulled her beside her.

“A toast,” Angelica began, “Here’s to the groom and the bride, from your sisters who will always be by your side!” Angelica toasted and hugged Y/N. Y/N’s arm wrapped around Angelica’s waist and her hand went up as they toasted.

“To your union, and I the hope that you provide! May you both be satisfied!” Y/N squealed out as they all took a drink of the champagne that lingered in their glasses.

A few hours later and five more glasses of alcohol, both Y/N and Lin were a giggling mess.

Lin held Y/N as they giggled with each other. Her hand pushed through his now messy hair as he let out a small laugh.

“You’re so pretty!” he slurred before giggling. Y/N let out a soft laugh and looked up at him. “So are you,” she smiled brightly.

A very confused Angelica soon showed up in front of the two, both of their hands were in each others hair as they had a staring contest. Their giggles filling the room as they did.

“Y/N?” Angelica asked and kneeled beside the youngest sister. Y/N hummed in response when Lin blinked.

“Ha!” she celebrated, “I win!” Y/N stuck her tongue out while Lin pouted.

“But I wanted to win!” he whined softly, Y/N’s face fell at his response.

Her heart broke slightly as his face pouted.

“I’m sorry. Maybe we can do it again!” Y/N responded and stroked his cheek. A smile spread across his lips and he nodded like a five-year-old.

“Promise?” he asked and stuck out her pinky.

Y/N wrapped her pinky around his and nodded.

“Y/N, darling,” Angelica spoke. She noticed how Y/N lit up around this man, how her eyes held a certain sparkle that nobody has been able to bring to her, except Alexander.

“We need to leave,” Angelica whispered and pulled her hand from Lin, “But I want to stay with Lin.” Y/N pouted.

“I do not want to leave him alone,” Y/N’s voice rang, her eyes staring into Lin’s.

“We can take him home, okay?” Angelica sighed out, a smile spreading across both Lin’s and Y/N’s faces as they nodded.

Angelica helped carry in the two drunks, her father raising a suspicious eyebrow.

“Y/N’s friend and her got drunk,” Angelica told him. Another eyebrow raised.

“Lord knows why he looks like Alexander.” Angelica read her father’s mind as he nodded.

“They didn’t kiss or anything, right?” Her father asked.Angelica shook her head in disgust before walking up the steps.

“Take them to Y/N’s room, he can sleep on the floor.” Her father mumbled.

Angelica sat the two on Y/N’s bed, the soft silk touching both Lin and Y/N’s body.

Angelica let out a soft moan from the weight being lifted before she looked at the two.

Y/N found her way to Lin’s body, their legs tangling and hands interlocking. His arm wrapped around her waist as her head rested on top of his chest.

“I can hear your heartbeat.” Y/N told Lin. “It beats for my stars and moons,” he mumbled before settling down.

Angelica allowed a soft smile to spread across her face as she shut the door, leaving the two to sleep off the alcohol.

December 15th, 1780

When the two woke up, they were very dazed and confused.

Y/N looked around her surroundings and noticed this was her room, but the man in her bed wasn’t her man.

Lin then opened his eyes when he felt Y/N shift, his eyes meeting everything but hers. He noticed how their hands were interlocked and how he held her as if he was going to lose her.

“What happened last night?” Y/N asked before her eyes grew and she shifted out of his embrace.

“You don’t think we…” She trailed off, Lin looked at the girl before he shook his head knowing very well that didn’t happen.

“We had staring contests and stuff, no sex.” he whispered the ending as Y/N let out a breath, a smile forming on her lips.

“That’s good.”

Lin nodded in agreement before he took notice of the way she looked.

Her hand was in her messy state, loose ends flying every which way; the makeup she had worn the night before spread across her face and the way her eyes were puffy and full of sleep, making him fall more in love. Her hand reached for her mouth as she yawned, her eyes crinkling as they shut momentarily.

Lin starred at her for a moment before he smiled and lifted himself up. He was still in his previous heavy coat and white shirt, his pants still holding their grip against his legs. “We should eat something.” He told Y/N.

She nodded and got up before turning and looking at him. “Can you help me change, please?” she asked, Lin’s eyes widened before he nodded. His hands unbuttoned the back of her dress before he unlaced the corset. His hands shakingly took it off as she held the dress tightly to her chest.

“You should leave so I can change.” she giggled as both of their faces heated up in a bright red furry. Lin nodded and quickly ran from the room as he bumped into Angelica.

They both fell and made a ‘humph’ noise once they landed. Angelica recovered before Lin did, putting her hand out for him to grab onto, he happily took it.

“Sorry,” Lin mumbled and looked around.

He noticed pictures of the sisters and parents, rugs were neatly placed along with flowers.

“It’s okay,” Angelica smiled, “Is Y/N still in her room?” Angelica asked and let go of Lin’s hand.

Lin nodded and watched Angelica smile before she walked away and to Y/N’s room. He heard whispers before Y/N and Angelica walked out of the room. Y/N smiled at the man before muttering a few words to the older sister.

Y/N had redressed into a simple nightgown, the blue fabric holding a loose grip on her skin. Her hair and face were the same but the smile that radiated her face was bigger and brighter than the small tired one she had earlier that morning.

“I’m starved,” she mumbled and grabbed Lin’s arm before walking downstairs. They made it to the kitchen, her hand left him as she grabbed an apple and stared at the man and his wild nature.

His hair was a mess. Under eye bags a little deeper than they once were, no doubt from the endless night that had and the endless writing he endured. His lips were puffy and cheeks were red, his eyes held many emotions, some of which Y/N couldn’t figure out.

“You can have anything you’d like,” Y/N told him and bite into the apple, Lin nodded and reached for an orange before peeling it. He set the peelings to the side before eating it. He watched as Y/N smiled and laughed with her older sister.

The noise of her giggle making his heart thump louder and louder before he finished the last of his food.

“I should really go,” Lin told the sisters, “Okay, I’ll see you out?” Y/N asked in more of a question than a statement.

Lin’s head nodded eagerly, a smile forming on Y/N’s lips as they walked to the door together.

A comfortable silence hanging over them as they walked together, her heart fluttered as his did. “I’ll see you later, right?” she asked to which Lin nodded his messy hair before walking out.

November 22, 1801

“Ms. Schuyler?” A man asked, Y/N smiled widely and nodded, setting her book down.

“You’re nephew, Philip, he’s been shot.” the man told Y/N, her face fell at the words. “Wh-what do you mean he’s been shot?” Y/N asked as her eyes filled with tears and breath started to quicken. The man said a few words before he put out his hand.

Y/N took it as she caught a grip onto her book. He led her down the street and to the doctor’s house. She could hear soft singing coming from a room, along with sobs and screams of pain. Y/N slowly walked towards the door, hoping and praying that Philip was alright.

Y/N opened the door and saw Eliza and Alexander sitting in the dimmed room, Eliza’s hands were on Philip’s face along with it being in his hair. Alexander held his son’s head as Eliza sang to him.

Y/N closed the door and walked to her nephew, tears spilling from her eyes. Eliza looked behind her to see who entered the room, a small smile forming on her lips when she saw her sister.

“What happened?” Y/N whispered, “Who did this!” Y/N demanded the answer, her voice still quiet. She looked at Alexander, his face showed regret.

She stomped her way to Alexander and bent down to his ear level, “Alexander! Did you know!” she hissed, Alexander’s eyes met with hers before he looked down. A sob ripped itself from her body as she held her hands over her mouth. Her eyes closing for a moment when a hand touched hers.

She could feel the warm crimson liquid against her hand, a soft but struggled voice being sounded around the room.

“Sh.” Philip soothed his crying Aunt, “I’m okay.” he coughed, “You’ll be okay.” he coughed again before letting out a scream of pain.

November 23rd, 1801

Y/N woke up to a sudden scream, her body jolted as her red puffy eyes opened. “Wha-what’s going on?” she said in full alert, Eliza let out a loud sob and a ‘no’ before she ripped her hand from Alexander’s grip.

“He-he’s go-one?” Y/N stuttered as fresh tears spilled from her tired eyes. “He-He’s gone.” Y/N whispered to herself as she curled into a tight ball, letting out whimpered sobs.

Not even moments later, she could hear the soft cried of Alex. His heart and soul were ripped from him, everything he loved was gone. His wife didn’t trust him and his son was ripped from his hands.

“You killed him!” Y/N screamed in anger at her brother-in-law.

“You gave him your damned guns and allowed him to do this!” she screamed at him once more as she removed herself from her previous position. “You killed your own son! You killed my nephew!” she lifted herself from the chair and stomped out of the room.

She walked herself to the park she had once taken her nephew. Children were running around and screaming as she walked through the park.

Her tired body walked to her house. Her heart aching for someone to lean on.

Her sore feet found her house and she lead herself inside to her room. “Hello, darling.” Her father spoke out, she huffed out a response before running as fast as she could.

Her father confused, got up from his chair and grabbed the letters that had been sent to her in the days that she had disappeared.

“Darling?” he called as he opened the door to his youngest daughter throwing her belongings into different areas of the room along with few things in a bag.

“What are you doing?” her father asked as he sat the letters on her dresser.

“Leaving.” is all she said before she slung the bag onto her back and grabbed the letters, walking past her father.

“Where are you going?” he called after her as she opened the door and closed it quickly.

She walked herself down the street before meeting with a familiar face.

Lin looked at her, his face falling as he noticed her red eyes. The way her eyes looked as if they had no life in them.

“Y/N?” he said as he walked up to her.

“Oh my God,” he mumbled when he got closer.

Her hair was a mess, eyes were puffy and distant, her dress was dirty and streaks from tears were on her face.

“What happened? Why do you have a bag?” he asked and rested his hand on her shoulder. She stepped back away from his touch.

“I need to get away,” she murmured.

“Where are you going?” he asked, his eyes holding concern for her.

He hadn’t seen her in weeks. He didn’t know why, and now he couldn’t seem to find the answers in her eyes. They didn’t scream the answers he needed like they use to. They screamed of pain and misery.

“Can I stay with you for awhile?” she whispered.

His mind processed the words she had said. He had heard very little from her and now she wants to stay with him?

“Yeah,” Lin whispered and turned to grab the groceries he had bought before walking her to his small house.

The one bedroom house was brought to life by the smell of vanilla and the sunlight pouring into the room.

“So,” Lin murmured as she sat her stuff down and looked at him, “You’re not going to leave me, right?” she asked.

The question taking him aback as his breath caught in his throat.

He was never going to leave her, but she would leave him.

His heart pounded in his chest as he walked closer to her, “Never,” he whispered and brought her into a hug, kissing her forehead.

“I’m never going to leave you,” she nodded at his statement before she closed her eyes.

They burned like a thousand suns but it was worth it to be able to sleep in his arms.

Her arms wrapped around his body as he held her close to him, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took.

“I’m sorry for not writing.” she mumbled and pulled herself away from his grip, Lin nodded and took the apology before kissing her cheek.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” he asked and pulled her to sit on the couch. Her eyes averted from his before he gently moved her chin so she met his eyes.

“Philip died.” she mumbled after she gave them a moment of silence.

“You mean…” Lin’s voice whispered, she nodded and could feel a sob erupting from her chest but no tears pooling from her eyes.

“When?” he asked, “Earlier today,” she responded and moved her head so it was facing forward. “I don’t want to see anyone, especially alexander, please keep him away,” she whispered. Lin nodded and grabbed her hand, interlocking their fingers.

“I love you, I’ll do anything to make you happy.”

Both of their eyes grew at the statement. Y/N’s heart began to beat and her cheeks started to glow. Lin’s face was bright red and his heart stopped before it began to race again. His mouth open to begin apologizing before he felt her press their lips together.

His body froze as she kissed him. His hands quickly wrapped around her waist as her’s moved to the back of his neck.

The kiss was long and passionate, his lips slowly disappeared from hers, his eyes met hers in a quick glance before he smiled.

Her lips turned upwards as well before he spoke.

“Um, yeah.” he mumbled and reached behind his neck, scratching it softly.

“I love you too,” Y/N muttered after a moment of silence. Lin smiled and sat his hand on top of hers before starting up a new conversation.

July 11th, 1804

Y/N smiled widely at Lin as he spoke to her. He had been cutting up apples and setting them on a plate in front of her for her to eat. His smile widened as she got up, her small bump showing.

Three years. Three gorgeous years with the love of his life, but those years were slowly turning into minutes and into seconds without her knowledge.

He, on the other hand, knew. He knew that at any moment he could be ripped from her hands and thrown back into modern day. His heart sank at the thought.

“Love,” he began and sat in a chair looking at him.

“I have something to tell you,” he began and took her hands into his.

“I-” he was cut off. His mouth closing almost as fast as it opened from wailing in the town square. “Tell me in a minute, okay?” she asked as he nodded. He knew she was curious to what was happening. He was also.

He followed her swollen form outside, her unprotected feet burning against the hot pavement.

They saw a large crowd and made their way through it. Her heart sank as she saw who was laying on the ground.

Her sisters were staring at the man, the blood creating a pool around him.

Y/N let out a terrifying scream as she fell to her knees. Lin’s hands grabbed for her before her knees could hit the ground. There wasn’t a sound to be heard, the only noise being the sobs of the sisters.

July 12th, 1804

Lin grabbed his journal as quickly as he could. He tore a piece of paper from it before he wrote down few words.

‘My stars and moons,

I love you. You mean very much to me, but now I am being pushed back into my present. I am grateful to have met you, and I will tell your story. My love, protect our child and please do not lose faith in anyone or anything. Losing Alexander and Philip broke you, and I know this will break you also.

I love you my stars and moons.

Yours always,

Suns and Clouds. (Lin.)’

Lin sat the paper on the table, along with a flower as he was quickly being taken from the time he had come to enjoy.

“Goodbye, my love.” he whispered before being thrown back into the present day.

January 5th, 2016

His heartbeat started to thump against his chest at the thought of losing her.

It was the same day he had left behind, the same day he didn’t think he’d get back. The same day he didn’t want back.

His phone rang, drawing him from any daze he was in. His hands reached for the cellular device that was on the counter.

Chris.

Lin hesitantly picked it up.

“Hello?” Lin asked, Chris’ voice began to ring through the phone.

Chris began to ask if Lin would like to go to the bar. Lin denied which he then earned a chorus of ‘boo’s.

Lin laughed softly and hung up before letting out a loud sigh. His shirt and pants were normal and his hair was still the same.

He could still smell the scent of her, his eyes closing as he took in the scent.

Later July 12th, 1804

Y/N huffed as she carried in the last of the groceries she had bought. Her hands going to massage each other once the bags were out of her hands.

Her eyes met with the flower and note. She smiled and picked up the beautiful flower and the note.

Her eyes skimmed it before her face fell.

He was gone.

Her eyes began to water, her eyes closing as she allowed the tears to fall freely. Her heart broke into a thousand pieces as she cried.

The child was his.

This house was his.

This note was his.

She was his.

July 20th, 1804

She stared at the ceiling all day every day.

She hugged the pillow Lin once slept on, the smell of him lingering around.

Her eyes always met with small letters he had left you when you were upset.

Her brain always imagined him next to her, and sometimes she thought it was real.

Her eyes stayed on the ceiling as she heard her name being called by a familiar voice.

Her heart began to thump at the thought that Lin was just pulling a prank on her, that he was still here.

She lifted herself from her bed before walking towards the closet. Her soft nightgown dragged against the dirty floor as she opened it. She saw her suns and clouds standing on the other side as he wrote done many things.

She stepped her foot inside the closet and felt her body being pushed into the present day world.

Lights changed colors almost as quickly as they came. Her heart beat quickly as she landed on a bed that smelled like someone all too familiar.

January 13th, 2016

Lin hummed the toon as he heard a soft crash coming from his room. He lifted himself from the floor in the kitchen as he walked into the bedroom being met with his stars and moons.

“Y/N?” he asked, worried that this was a hallucination. She smiled widely and looked around the room.

Everything was different.

The way beds felt and the way windows and doors looked. There was electricity and millions of new things.

Her head moved so she could see Lin, her heart melting into a pool of gush before she lifted her pregnant self up.

“Hi!” she said and wobbled to him, hugging him as tightly as she could once she reached him.

“My love, you came for me.” he smiled and brushed his fingers across her face.

“I couldn’t lose all of my suns and clouds, could I?” she asked and put her hands behind his head, pulling him to kiss her.

Their lips met in a needy kiss.

Their hands roamed each others body before his hands settled on her stomach.

The baby kicked softly which earned a laugh from him. “I’m so happy you’re home,” he whispered when he pulled away. His hands never leaving her stomach as they smiled at one another.


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Scott x Reader

Summery: Your daughter has a gift which could expose Scott to everyone at college


Scott glanced up from his notes when he felt someone looking at him. He locked eyes with a little girl sat at the opposite table, frowning when she seemed to suddenly become terrified and hide in someone’s side.

“Hey sweetie what’s wrong?” You asked your daughter when she whimpered and hid her head in your jacket.

“Wolf.” She whispered, pointing to Scott who jumped a little and tried to look as if he hadn’t noticed.

“Are you sure?” You whispered, packing up when she nodded and hurrying out.

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His sighs are the only noise in the room and he lies down on the bed and let’s his back hit something soft. He looked broken and tired, something I knew was going to happen before he even said they were going to England. He rolls over and props himself up by resting his head on the palm of his hand.
“Your hair has grown.” I observe, running my hands through his wild curls. “How long has it been since you have brushed it?”
He smiles at me. “I don’t know. Since before we left?”
I nod. “Well, tomorrow we can go down to the lake and wash your hair. I’ll brush it and braid it again for you.”
“Hvitserk tried to braid it when we were in England but it hurt too much.”
“That’s because it probably had dried blood and mud in it.”
He shrugs, and lies down. Placing his hand on his stomach he stares at the ceiling. “I did things that I never thought I would do.”
“You do not have to tell me if you do not want to, Ivar.” I offered. “You don’t have to tell me anything.”
“I want to.” He confides. “I never tell anyone anything and I am so angry all the time. I hate it.”
I shrug and rest my head on his chest. He runs his hands through my hair and places a kiss on my head. “You don’t have to say anything right now.”
He rolls into my and places his other arm around me. I place soft kisses on his jaw and snuggle my body closer.
“I am so happy you are back.” My voice muffled by his clothes and holds me tighter.

sleep tight like a baby sheep - a fanfiction

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Yoosung Kim was the fluffiest sheep in all the field. All the other sheep couldn’t tell if they wanted to be him or if they wanted to be with him.

One day just after he’d woken up, Yoosung accidentally angered resident sheep king, Jumin Han, by eating his grass. How was Yoosung to know it wasn’t for him? He was only a sheep, unaware of the concept of property, but Jumin was not taking any excuses.

Suddenly out of the shadows, the local sheep actor, Zen, jumped out and slapped his archenemy Jumin right on the head.

“How dare you upset Yoosung?! He is the best sheep in all the land except for me!” Zen turned around to look at Yoosung as Jumin ran away crying from getting hit. Jaehee cheered in the distance.

“Thank you,” Yoosung said to Zen, “I never knew anything about not being allowed to eat this grass.”

“That’s okay,” Zen nodded, “Jumin is the biggest jerk-sheep in all the field.”

He trotted over to Yoosung and gave him a gentle kiss on the mouth, making Yoosung’s wool even fluffier than usual because of his excitement.

After roughly nine seconds of kissing, a friendly sheep called 707 jumped out of his bush, which is where he spent most of his time doing things no sheep should ever know how to do, like playing chess.

“I am even better at kissing than Zen!” he declared confidently, and Zen scowled angrily.

“That’s a lie,” he snapped. 707 proved his point by hitting the side of Zen’s luxurious wool with his head, forcing him to turn and face him. 707 gave him a kiss on his lips and Zen promptly fainted from the skill.

“That was amazing!” Yoosung exclaimed.

“Baa,” replied 707, sauntering over and kissing Yoosung quickly on the mouth. It was like the most delicious grass Yoosung had ever tasted.

“Why can you not kiss me for longer?” Yoosung complained. 707’s smile suddenly fell from his face, replaced with an angry scowl instead.

“I have a dangerous past,” he whispered darkly, his wool suddenly turning black as he slowly backed away from Yoosung, getting absorbed into his usual bush.

Zen still hadn’t woken up, so Yoosung decided to wander around a little bit and find some of the best grass he could that didn’t belong to the nasty sheep king.

“Psst,” came an unfamiliar voice from beside him. Yoosung turned his little head to see a very pretty looking sheep who he had never seen before.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“My name is Saeran. Do you want to buy some grass?”

“Grass? But I can get grass from anywhere,” Yoosung told him, confused. He didn’t know what buying was because he’s a fucking sheep.

“This is the best grass in the entire field. I will give some to you for a price.”

“What price?”

“For every piece of grass I give you, you have to kiss me three times.”

Three times?!” Yoosung exclaimed, “That’s too expensive! This is capitalism in its most obvious form, and you’re exploiting the innocence and naivety of sheep to further your own agenda. I will not do it.”

“It’s very good grass.”

“Okay then.”

Yoosung trotted forwards and Saeran held out a strand of grass to Yoosung. It was very beautiful. Yoosung ate it and felt like he could now fly away with happiness. Saeran looked at him expectantly and Yoosung stepped forwards and kissed him three times on his mouth. Saeran was very good at kissing, so the price didn’t feel too bad.

“Do you want any more?” Saeran asked sheepishly.

“No, I don’t think I can afford it. I don’t have enough kisses left for today.” Yoosung told him sadly.

“Okay,” Saeran nodded and lay down, rolling onto his back and falling asleep immediately.

Yoosung walked away. He wondered if Jumin was okay.

“Hello Yoosung,” said a voice from behind him. He turned around.

“Hello Jaehee. Why is everyone talking to me today?”

“Because you have very good wool. Can I touch it?”

“Of course you can.”

Jaehee stepped forwards and reached out with her little leggy to brush against Yoosung’s wool. “Very good,” she nodded in appreciated, “I would give it 9/10.”

“O-only nine?” Yoosung asked, trying not to burst into tears.

“Zen’s is the only wool I would say is 10. I’m sorry for upsetting you.” She looked sad, and trotted closer to Yoosung, kissing him on the mouth.

“I don’t have many kisses left today,” Yoosung told her.

“You can top them up again tomorrow,” Jaehee told him kindly, before turning around to go and look after Zen who was still unconscious on the grass.

Yoosung heard loud sobbing coming from the deepest, darkest corner of the field, and so headed over.

“Jumin,” he said as he saw the sheep king curled up on the floor crying, “Are you okay?”

“No!” he lamented, “Zen hit me!”

“I know I was there, but you were very mean to me.”

“You ate my grass,” he sulked.

“I’m sorry,” Yoosung sat next to Jumin, “I didn’t know it was yours. I only have one kiss left today, do you want me to kiss you?”

“O-okay,” Jumin nodded. Yoosung leaned down and kissed Jumin on the mouth. There was a lot of sheepy snot on his face from crying, but Yoosung didn’t mind.

“I hope you cheer up soon,” Yoosung said as he got up and trotted away.

Today had been a very successful day for Yoosung. He’d faced some hard times, but also happy times. It had been an emotional rollercoaster and now he was very tired, so he lay down and fell asleep.

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Imagine Stephen getting extremely amused when he sees how confused you are by his cape.

You frowned as Stephen approached you. “Did… did your cape just move by itself?”

He blinked, seeming surprised for a moment before realization dawned, “Oh, yes. It’s the Cape of Levitation,” he explained, shrugging the cape off of his shoulders. It hovered beside him, still retaining the shape of him. You stared, eyes wide with curiosity.

“So it lets you fly?” You tilted your head to one side, poking curiously at the cape.

He smiled and nodded, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Among other things.”

You looked to him, “It does more?”

He dipped his head, chuckling as you went back to fiddling with the cape. It seemed to get annoyed at your prodding and slapped lightly at your hands. You yelped and jumped back. The cape went back onto Stephen’s shoulders and you blushed in embarrassment.

“So it’s sentient?” you asked, glancing to Stephen for explanation.

He smiled, “In a sense.”

“And it doesn’t like to be poked,” you concluded, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Evidently not. Don’t worry, I’m sure it will get used to you eventually,” he assured, resting a hand on your shoulder.

You smiled apologetically, “If I say I’m sorry, will that make anything better?”

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Colton Parayko #4

Requested by Anon:  Hi!!!!! Could I get an imagine where you are elementary school teacher and you are dating Colton Parayko and he comes in for career day? I’m just imagining giant Colton with tiny first graders thanks love

*Thank you! I had so much fun writing this. Enjoy!!:)*

Word count: 988

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Poking your head out of the door, you looked around to see if Colton was ready. He looked extra-massive with his full gear – minus the skates – on, a silly smile on his face.

You chuckled and shook your head, “you didn’t need to dress up,” you told him as you fully stepped out of the classroom, giving him a quick kiss, “aren’t you sweating under all those pads?”

Colton grinned, “I am,” he said sheepishly, “but it’s career day and this is my career,” he shrugged.

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Bucky Barnes - Welcome to the Black Parade - MCR

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PAIRING: Bucky x Reader

SONG: Welcome to the Black Parade – My Chemical Romance

A/N: okay I know the song is about death but I couldn’t bear to kill anyone off. if you want you can read Umbra before this

WARNINGS: angst


“Are you sure about this?” Steve asked him.

“I can’t trust my own mind,” Bucky replied. “So, until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head I think going back under is the best thing… for everybody.”

Steve nodded and Bucky walked to the cryogenic chamber. The door closed and so did Bucky’s eyes. His mind flashed to you. The last time he saw you.

You were mindlessly twirling your hair, concentrating hard on whatever you were looking at on your computer. Bucky’s lips met the ceramic of the coffee mug and he took a sip, inhaling deeply. He wanted to talk, he wanted to hear that beautiful sing-song voice of yours, but he didn’t want to break your focus. He ran his hand through his hair, looking out at the busy streets of Bucharest. You had convinced him he didn’t need his ball cap today and he was happy you had. He figured you both looked like a normal couple, just out on a Sunday morning date.

You bit your lip, causing Bucky to chuckle. You looked up, a bit of frustration on your face. “What?” you had asked him. “Nothing,” he murmured. “You’re just adorable when you’re concentrating.” Your cheeks ran red hot as your blush covered your face. He watched your lips as you took your first sip of your coffee. He couldn’t help what came out of his mouth next. “I love you.”

Your face was the last thing he saw before sleep overtook him.

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a moment's hesitation - part 5

The sun rose slowly, bringing with it a sense of dread few sunrises do.

He woke Mo Guan Shan shortly after six.

‘Ready to head out?’

The man looked exhausted, but nodded.

He Tian showed him what he’d left for him to pack, assuring him he was fine carrying the rest.

‘Alright, where do you live?’

‘Anderson and Greenview.’

He Tian nodded, handing him the second gun.

Mo Guan Shan held it like he was afraid it might explode.

‘Do you know how to use this.’

He shook his head quickly.

‘Have you ever shot a gun?’

‘No.’

‘A pellet gun? Paintball?’

‘No.’

‘Played a first person shooter video game?’

‘I was always more of a Mario kart fan.’

He Tian sighed.

Of course he was stuck with the only person his age that didn’t play call of duty.

He showed him how to hold it.

How to engage and disengage the safety.

He told him to squeeze the trigger gently.

And always use two hands.

‘Don’t shoot unless I tell you to or if it’s absolutely necessary. Keep your finger off the trigger unless you’re intending to pull it. It has a lot more kick than you’re ready for and if you’re not careful, you’ll break your nose.’

Mo Guan Shan listened carefully.

He was as visibly frightened as the captain felt.

‘We’re going to go slowly and carefully. It’ll take about an hour.’

‘Ok.’

He Tian wanted to give more instruction.

He wanted to tell him to think about everything he needed and what would be helpful for them.

But he was worried that would distract him from his recent lesson, and stopped himself.

Ten minutes later they let themselves out of the room and made their way to the exit.

Mo Guan Shan’s nerves ate away at the calm He Tian was trying to project.

Before they left the building, he turned, gripping the other man’s shoulders.

‘It’s going to be fine.’

‘What if it’s not?’

‘Then we’re going to die.’

‘Well, that makes me feel much better.’

He Tian studied his face, recognizing the panic and fear.

‘Just follow my lead and everything will be alright.’

‘Do you promise?’

The childish phrasing and fear in his eyes made his chest ache.

‘I promise.’ He lied.

-

The street was as dead as it had been the last time he’d checked.

They walked in silence, sticking to the sidewalks and expecting the worst.

But there was nothing.

Not a trace of another being, human or otherwise.

They wound their way through the small neighborhood in silence, He Tian in the lead.

A quarter of an hour later Mo Guan Shan tapped his shoulder gently, indicating for him to stop.

The house was old and slightly rundown.

‘I have an alarm.’

Shit.

‘Turn it off as quickly as you can.’

Mo Guan Shan opened the door, squeezing through the opening immediately and silencing the shrill beeping before He Tian pushed his way in.

A low, deep, growl had He Tian’s finger on the trigger in less than a second.

Mo Guan Shan stepped directly in front of his pistol, pulling the animal back by the collar.

‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ He whispered.

From the picture, he’d been expecting a lapdog, twenty pounds at most.

This dog - Wolfgang - wasn’t quite that.

The captain sighed, closing the door behind him and arming the alarm.

The dog’s back reached Mo Guan Shan’s hip.

When he jumped up, excited to see his master, his paws rested easily on the man’s shoulders and he dwarfed him in height.

‘What the fuck is this?!’

‘Wolfgang. He’s an Irish wolfhound.’

‘We can’t take a dog this big with us. Too easily spotted.’

Mo Guan Shan watched him for a moment.
‘I’m not leaving him here.’

Of course not.

‘He’s too much of a liability. It won’t work.’

Mo Guan Shan and the dog glared at him.

‘I’m. Not. Leaving. Him.’

He Tian looked at the dog.

He’d positioned himself between the two of them.

He Tian had met a man on his first tour.

His family had moved from Ireland when he was a child.

He told stories and the men loved him for it.

He Tian’s favorite had been a story he’d tell about his grandfather.

-

A young boy, nine or ten, depending on when he’s telling it, was walking through the woods.

He was sent to change the traps and collect their bounty.

The family dog had gone with him.

In the story, the dog had no name.

They walked quietly for a very long time.

A rustling of the leaves made the boy think of rabbits, but the dog knew better.

The rustling followed them as they checked the traps, filling the boy’s bag with enough to feed his family for the week.

Minutes from home, they were confronted by a large, black, bear.

His best bet would have been to throw the bag and run, going home empty handed.

However, as it turned out, he didn’t have to.

(Depending on the day, the story could be graphically violent, but, after a warning, he’d toned it down.)

Long story short, the dog had attacked the bear, killing it, and saving the boy.

It was one of his nicer stories.

One of the only ones with a happy ending.

-

Mo Guan Shan and Wolfgang both watched him as he holstered the gun, feeling every bit like the bear.

The dog had stopped growling, but still stood between them, hackles raised, daring He Tian to come closer.

He began to wonder if having him around might be helpful after all.

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Requests: “Hey! Can you do some Stefan fluff where the reader is human and had a really bad day and Stefan is trying to calm her down?” (Credits to gif owners!)

“You look…” Stefan scratched at his chin in thought. “Just…tired and gross?” He teased and you rolled your eyes, throwing your bag down on his sofa and plopping your wet body down onto the pillows. “I can only guess that you uh had a really bad day.” He sighed and sat next to you, tossing your wet bag to the floor.

You looked over at him and nodded. “My day’s been terrible, Stefan. I’m cold, tired, soaking wet and my knee has been killing me all day.” You rested your head against the back of the sofa. Stefan just watched you in thought. He had no clue how terrible your day had been. “Can I just stay here tonight? Its Saturday and I don’t have work tomorrow.”

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Asking again in case Tumblr ate the first attempt. Free! sceanario: Rin, Haru, Makoto, Rei, and Sosuke react when the most hyperactive/clumsiet ,member on their team try to give the boys' s/o a high five, but end up smacking her in the face instead, hard enough to leave a bit of a hand print (cuz those boys are ripped)

OH MY GOD THEY ARE SWIMMERS, HOW IS YOUR FACE STILL ON YOUR HEAD?! ((゚□゚;))

Oh my god.”

It was your face that got smacked, but it was Rin’s that went grey in horror. He stared at the quickly forming hand print on your cheek with wide eyes and dropped jaw.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, still too surprised to make a sound. Rin covered his mouth with his hand for a moment and then leaned closer, reaching out to touch your face, but he halted mere centimetres from your skin.

“Does it hurt?”

You looked at him with equally wide eyes and your chin shook. It wasn’t like it hurt all that much and no permanent damage was sustained, but there was something about being doted on after such accident that just involuntarily squeezed out tears on reflex.

“Oh my god, please don’t cry!” Rin’s voice shot an octave higher and he grabbed your shoulders in panic. “I’m sorry! It wasn’t intentional!”

His own eyes watered as well and three seconds later you were both crying like toddlers over a chafed knee.

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Student Council Prez [5]

Episode 4 - Episode 5 - Episode 6
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Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, High School!Au

“WOO! I AM SO EXCITED!” Taehyung suddenly slams his hands down on the table and Namjoon shakes his head with a smile.

“Settle down, settle down.” Yoongi clears his throat and clasps his hands together. He turns to a nervous Jungkook, staring down at his lap. “How are the funds this time around?”

“Oh-uh, um..” Jungkook frantically flips open the files and then stares blankly at them. Yoongi slides it over to take a look himself, huffing out tiredly and Jungkook shoots an apologetical look for not understanding the calculations.

“Well?” Jin’s brow lifts.

“Good. Better.” Yoongi looks to Jungkook, nodding his head. “We’ll probably be able to supply everyone with snacks and water…”

“Is that it?” Taehyung pouts.

“What’s the prize going to be?” Hoseok inquires.

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No Comment - Josh Dun

  Josh and Tyler were in an interview. Not weird, since they were in a band that was famous and beloved and treasured by a TON of people. Don’t think about that too long. The interviewer was asking them questions and it was a regular go-about, the boys joking and chilling, having a fairly good time. Until… “So you guys have a new photographer I hear?  Both boys nod, unaware of what’s about to happen. The interviewer smiled, leaning forward. “I also heard Josh has a crush on this new photographer, just maybe?”

  Tyler simply busts up laughing, while Josh closes his eyes, shaking his head, but smiling. He can’t believe that he just totally got called out. He only hoped Y/n wouldn’t watched this or realize how true it was by his weird reaction. Josh’s blush had consumed his face and the second he opens his eyes to look at Tyler for help, he blushes harder and starts laughing awkwardly.

  The interviewer smiles, triumphant. She found exactly what she wanted to. “Can I assume then that this rumor is true?”

  Josh looks between the interviewer, wiggling her eyebrows jokingly and smiling teasingly, to Tyler, who had made a deal with Josh that there was no way he’d be able to hide it from her for long. Tyler, who was trying his hardest to hold in his laughter. Tyler, who’s face was red and his lips pressed so hard together they were white. Josh cleared his throat and looked to the side, avoiding any eye contact, even with the camera.

  “No comment,” was all he managed.

  Tyler couldn’t hold it in any longer. He busted up laughing again, and didn’t stop for a long time. Even later, when Y/n would confront Josh about the interviewer, Tyler was still wiping the tears out of his eyes and sighing, trying to breathe away the pain in his stomach and the tightness in his jaw from smiling too long. Only to smile again in pure pride as Josh finally did what he’d been dying to do forever, and kissed Y/n.

  Jenna smiled at Y/n and Tyler leaned close, whispering, “You owe me ten buck,” in Josh’s ear before leaning away and turning to Y/n with an innocent smile. Josh sighed, fishing out the ten dollars, and giving the girls the same response he did the interviewer just hours earlier as they questioned what the money was for.

  “No comment.”

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Taxi Service - QueSeraAwesome - Red vs. Blue [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

After the Staff of Charon, after Chorus was saved, after Dr. Grey finally let him leave the hospital–
– Tucker is still having trouble adjusting. He takes a walk with a new friend. 

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 He’s not used to it yet, the way his knee jitters up and down under the table, the way his stomach twists and gnaws no matter how empty or full he is. This new After. Worse even than just after they’d taken up with the New Republic, and he hadn’t thought anything could be worse than that.

 Tucker’s datapad pings a new message signal at him moments after he’s finished lunch. Next to him, Wash is saying something about new training for some of the squaddies, reassuring him that Palomo in no way qualifies for this new, more demanding program. Tucker nods, gathering his dreads at the top of his head, trying to look like he’s listening. If Wash can tell, he’s willing to let it go. Wash is more patient with him about those kinds of things now. Tucker hasn’t decided if he hates that yet. He ducks his head back into his helmet, lets Wash’s words flow over him, falls into step with him as they head out.

 He pulls the message up on his HUD and is glad he waited; he doesn’t need Wash seeing the guilty expression on his face as he reads. Not when they’ve just managed to have lunch together like two normal people.

     Captain Tucker, if you could spare a moment of your time this afternoon I would be most grateful.  

 He recognizes the terminal number it was sent from, and even if the message isn’t signed he knows who it’s from.

 “What’s next for you?” Wash asks as they step out and into the sunlight.

 “Oh you know,” he says. His schedule’s been sporadic at best since leaving the infirmary. “Captain stuff. Important stuff.”

 Wash sends him a look.

  “Nothing interesting enough to talk about, but you know,” he hedges. “Stuff.”