Summary - You request time off to help Seth recovery from his injury at home, and the two of you get very close. One thing leads to another, and you end up doing a lot more than helping him recover. (Kevin the doggo also makes a few appearances ;) )
OK, I’M GETTING SICK OF THIS, STOP TORMENTING MY BOY! WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU SO GODDAMN SCARY???? (side note- this is the closest we’ve gotten to the horseman so far, and it’s unsettling how similar his build is to that of Jack… plus, his eyes are a similar shape.)
JESUS BOY (in all seriousness, this scene was PAINFUL to watch)
I’ve gotta be honest with you- the scene with this guy was amazingly horrific. I’d be shaking in my boots if I wasn’t barefoot. The way he moved, his unnaturally twisted expressions, euuugh.
OH MY LORD HOW ARE YOU ALIVE!?! (if the story of the wolf truly parallels Jack’s, I’d say this is a good omen)
OH MY GOD!!!!
OH MY GOD IT’S MY PURE CINNAMON BUN YES I HAVE BEEN BLESSED OH MY LORD I WILL PROTECT YOU FOREVER
“i halp.” “Wait stop-” “i HALP.”
sweet jesus. i stand corrected. this is the cutest goddamn thing. look at his face. he is so happy, my tired boy. lord give me strength
~~BEAUTIFUL, LONG-ASS FIGHT SCENE THAT ENDS WITH THIS~~
Prompt: What was it like to love him? What was it like to be loved in return? What was it like to lose him?
Pairing: Lin x reader
Warning(s): Angst, cussing, and mentions of sex (the closest I’ll ever do to a Lin smut, tbh).
A/n: Oh boy, here we are at Day 3 of the write-a-thon). This was the prompt (and the AU one too) that I was looking forward to the most and made me decide to participate. Rather than a book, I decided to choose my favorite poem of all time (which is also what my blog is named after) by Lang Leav. I adapted the poem into a story. I hope you guys enjoy!
What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude.
You sigh when you spot a figure slouched over a desk, their soft snores disturbing the silence of the library. It was a common sight to see a student asleep at the library, regardless of what day of the week it was. There were always going to be students cramming for a test or starting an assignment due the next day that would fall asleep from exhaustion. Upon closer inspection, you realize he wasn’t a student – his face was too mature and clothes too nice to be a fellow peer.
However, like the old saying goes: you don’t have to go home, you just can’t stay here. The library was closing in five minutes and after a full day of classes before coming straight to work, you were ready to go home and relax.
“Hi, sorry to interrupt, but the library is closing soon,” you say, gently shaking the sleeping man’s shoulder.
He groans and brushes away your hand before going back to sleep.
You scoff and try again. “Please don’t make me call campus security on you, sir.”
At the mention of the authorities, he groans but lifts his head from the book he was resting his head on. He wipes the drool from the corner of his lips and blinks up owlishly at you. “What time is it?” he murmurs.
Your breath catches at his voice, low and gravelly with sleep. You were always a sucker for attractive voices, and this stranger just happened to have the kind you loved the most.
“It’s almost 3 A.M.,” you say, watching as his eyes grow wide, “the library is closing now.”
He jumps up from his seat and stuffs his notebook and laptop into his backpack. “I’m so sorry, I don’t even remember falling asleep.”
“No, it’s alright, it happens all the time,” you assure him.
He sighs in relief and picks up the book on the table, which to your surprise, had an interesting topic that was very dear to your heart.
“A book about the first treasury secretary?” you muse, “Either you’re a history major or have a very weird taste in books.”
He grins. “I guess I’m the latter.”
You snort at his answer and watch as he heads for the exit after wishing you a good night.
To your surprise, he was back the next day. You were pushing a cart of books, returning them to their respective spots, when you see him huddled in an alcove. This time, more books about Alexander Hamilton were accompanied with books about James Madison and Thomas Jefferson.
“The Southern Democratic-Republicans?” you laugh, “you do know that they didn’t get along with Hamilton, right?”
His head jerks up from his notebook on his lap, eyeing you intensely. “I do. The question is, how do you know?”
You try not to squirm under his gaze. “I’m a History major with a focus in American History.”
A smile slowly spreads across his face. “Well, what are the odds,” he laughs, the sound making your stomach flutter, “mind if I bother you with a few questions?”
You clutch the handle of the cart tightly, feeling nervous and excited. “Only if you tell me what’s it for.”
His smile gets bigger. “I’m writing a musical about Alexander Hamilton.”
You push the cart aside. “I’m in.”
He chuckles and scoots over, patting the empty space next to him. You step around his books and take the spot.
“My name is Lin-Manuel, but you can call me Lin,” he says warmly, sticking his hand out for you to shake.
You take his hand, trying not to shake from his proximity and the tingling sensation of desire that you felt for him. You were always the type that fell too easily and too fast, a recipe for disaster, but the sincerity and friendliness that you saw in his eyes made you believe that maybe, this time would be different.
“My name is Y/N. It’s lovely to meet you, Lin.”
It was like being exhumed. And brought to life in a flash of brilliance.
What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy.
It was during one of your writing sessions with Lin, weeks after meeting, that he first kissed you.
You were explaining to him Alexander’s childhood struggles, the challenges that he endured as he rose his way to the top, and the bizarre parallel of his life to Aaron Burr’s. When he was still silent after you finished, you became worried. Was it too much? Did he need you to clarify a specific part?
Your fears melted away once you saw the tender look on his face.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, brushing away a stray hair that escaped from your bun. Without another word, he leaned forward and captured your lips for a kiss. You whimpered, and it spurred him on, his hands cupping your head to kiss you deeper.
Your heart did cartwheels, happy that he felt the same way towards you. The lingering stares, how his hands would purposely brush against yours when you both looked over a book, and how he’d rest his arms on your shoulders and lean towards you when you’d talk… It was all because he adored you too.
Your first kiss with Lin awakened something delicious – a dangerous spark that made your body hum in excitement.
From then on, Lin would wine and dine you in the late hours of the night, conversations about Alexander Hamilton long forgotten. You shared your dreams, your struggles, stories about your childhood with each other.
The spark ignited a flame, an even more hazardous burn that made your heart and soul feel alive.
During the nights where he felt adventurous, he’d fuck you hard against the bookshelves, whispering dirty words in your ears as he covered your mouth with his hands to muffle your moans. Most of the time, however, he’d take his time loving you in a bed, staring deep into your eyes as he thrust into you.
You press your cheek against his damp chest, relishing in the afterglow of sex.
“I love you,” you whisper, the words feeling so natural, so true.
Lin’s hand slides down to rest on the curve of your back and presses you closer to him.
“I love you too.”
It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.
What was it like to lose him? Asked Sorrow.
It was a rare weekend where you didn’t spend time with Lin, so you decided to go grocery shopping – a task that you haven’t had time for since your whirlwind romance began.
You were quietly humming the tune to one of Lin’s songs as you pondered over which fruit you wanted to buy: oranges or apples?
“Honey, didn’t I tell you to take it easy? Stop lifting heavy things, you know it’s not good for the baby.”
Your lips quirk up in a smile at the conversation, finding it adorable how affectionate the husband was to his wife. For a brief second, you let yourself daydream, imagining a baby girl that had Lin’s curious eyes and your hair or a boy that had his nose and your penchant for learning.
“Lin, I’m the one carrying the baby. Don’t you think I know what’s good and not good for him?”
“I know but – “
There was no mistaking it.
That was his voice.
You whirl around, dropping your basket of groceries when you see the scene before you.
Lin was standing next to his obviously pregnant wife, softly reprimanding her as she lifted a watermelon from the display.
Lin had a wife… and a baby on the way.
Your world came crashing down on you.
Lately, you’ve had a strange feeling in your gut, as if something big was looming over the horizon, whenever you spent time with Lin. You chalked it off and blamed it on your inexperience, your insecurity, and fear of loving someone so much for the first time in your life.
But now it all made sense.
He’d insist on spending nights in hotel rooms or even your own apartment, claiming that his apartment was too small and cluttered, failing to mention the fact that he had another woman waiting for him in his bed. He’d always spend time with you late at night until early dawn (you thought it was sweet that he worked around your schedule), never during the day. But truthfully, it was the perfect time where he could escape from his pregnant wife. You thought that his habit of touching his ring finger with his thumb was endearing – a quirky trait that made Lin so cute and special – but now you realize it was because the weight of his wedding ring was no longer there.
You felt sick.
You stagger backward, hitting the fruit display, causing a heap of apples to tumble to the ground.
A single apple rolled towards them, stopping their conversation, and Lin looks up to see the cause of the runaway fruit.
You stood there, frozen, as a flash of recognition danced across his eyes.
It really was him.
To your horror, he didn’t acknowledge you. Instead, he wrapped his arms around his wife and leads her further into the grocery store, leaving you behind without a second glance.
His stories, laughter, and declarations of love were all lies.
Your heart shatters into a million pieces.
You were a fool.
It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me – said all at once.
Mark lee??? The #6???? Was the only one who made it into the finals in gangseo team???? Not even young b the #1???? He rly climbed up on his own???? From the bottom??? Barely made it and now he’s here??? LEGENDS ONLY!!!!!!
BTS reaction to you calling them ‘Daddy’ unexpectedly
This boy would be so confused. Since you two were usually so vanilla he would not be expecting ‘Daddy’ to ever come out of your mouth. He wouldn’t hate it, but he would be confused about it.
Super surprised. Namjoon has been wanting you to call him ‘Daddy’ but didn’t know how you felt about it so decided not to bring it up. So when you said it unexpectedly he was surprised and wanting more.
Instantly turned on. Yoongi is a low key (lazy) Dom, so when you called him ‘Daddy’ when you two were playing around he got hella turned on. The next thing he wanted to do was see how many times he could get you to say ‘Daddy’ in the bedroom.
When you were out with Hoseok and the boys you were trying to tease Hoseok, and you unexpectedly called him ‘Daddy’ in front of everyone. This was met with wolf whistles from the boys, considering they had never heard you two be so flat out with things, and a very surprised/proud look from Hoseok.
LOVED IT! This boy loves being in control, having power, and now being called ‘Daddy’ by you. It gave him such an amazing feeling to be considered your ‘Daddy’ that every time he thought about it he got a cheeky grin on his face.
Not expected and he wanted to show you how ‘Daddy’ he can be. When you let ‘Daddy’ slip while you two were play fighting he instantly picked you up and brought you to the bedroom to show you exactly what he can do.
This bun was so happy. Being around older guys who always talked about how being called ‘Daddy’ would be amazing, and it actually happening to him he was so ready to brag. Even though you were so embarrassed by you overly proud boyfriend.
There is no real description about how he looks like, but lots of people tend to see him as ginger. However, he’s desribed as the funny guy and the bun you see in his hand is a reference to Death Bringer.
Hope you’ll like him :3
“ In Ireland a “bun” refers to a small muffin about the size of your palm, typically with icing(frosting) on it hence why it’s funny with a birthday candle on it “ __ lolalovebunny
Thanks ! I’m not Irish. I’m French, so the best traduction I could think of was small round bread. ^^
You were getting ready to go watch Jay perform at a club here in Hongdae. It had been awhile since he’d performed locally and you were as giddy as a young child. You hadn’t seen him perform in so long that you’d almost forgotten how he sounded live, so you were in no way going to pass up this rare opportunity. Jay always figured you didn’t want to see him live while he was in town because you had never brought it up in conversation with him, but the truth is, you wanted to surprise him. It was a secret that you were going so you didn’t tell anyone that could possibly be able to tell Jay. You liked surprising him and he absolutely loved when you surprised him. It seemed to make him happy, so why not?
You put on something simple: just a plain black tee and a pair of faded blue jeans with a messy bun to go along and a pair of old gray boots. He thought you looked your most beautiful when you didn’t dress up anyway, and truth be told, you didn’t want a bunch of drunk, horny guys hitting on you and trying to get laid while you were there to see your boyfriend.
You hurriedly got ready putting on a light pink eye shadow, one layer of black mascara, and a soft lip balm. Considering you had a little time to kill before you had to leave, you contemplated posting a photo on twitter or Instagram but decided against it not wanting to risk getting caught trying to surprise him.
You slipped out the door of your’s and Jay’s apartment while trying to put your boots on, making sure the door clicked so you knew it was securely locked.
You were already shaking with nerves as you pulled up to the club, smiling broadly and shaking your head in your hands trying to hopefully calm the violently fluttering butterflies within your stomach. You gave your cash to the cab driver and stepped out of the car.
Walking into the club, you handed your ticket to the bouncer outside and stepped inside the already crowded room. Of course the first thing you did was make your way over to the bar to order a drink because you knew that your nerves would control you for the rest of the night if you didn’t. Jay had already started performing with some others from AOMG, which was intentional. You didn’t want him to see you before the show. You wanted to enjoy the show and not have him worry about you while he was working.
It’s Q&A Saturday! I’ve gotten a lot of new followers recently, so I just want to explain again that every other Saturday, it’s Q&A! It’s when I try to answer as many of your questions as I can! <3 This week I’m doing questions I wasn’t able to answer when my pen broke, so that’s why I didn’t make an announcement, but! You’re welcomed to send any questions you want for next Q&A or to be answered soonish with text! This post btw is non-squid! There will be a squid ver soon!
I’m not sure if you meant the pillow defense thing or just pillow kisses in general but I hope this is okay! <3
Not that he is very romantic, but he is less guarded of his heart than Garrett (but they both take a loooooong time to come to terms that they’re in love)! But in almost any universe, Dario is the first to say “I love you” but Garrett doesn’t take long to catch up 💕
While I mostly welcome shipping, Garrett is exclusively gay (side note: Dario is bisexual and Mei is aromantic) and he’s not really Mei’s type anyways LOL They’re good bros tho!
(It’s a really sensitive topic for Dario)
I’m not sure if they would ever be ready for kids, but I drew this before so here you go! <3 I’m not sure about the name yet, but she’s got her dad’s love of sports and her other’s dad love of goofing off!
She’s both “what their kid would look like” and their adopted daughter if they get one, because they just love her to death <3
I’m sort of anti-genderbend (sorry!) It’s something I try to avoid, but I do have a rough draft from when I designed Kathy as a genderfluid boy! Using he/they, Keith is a gentle guy with a love for music!
(Sorry, I got serious vibes from Susan/Mandark’s hippie days LOL)
ROAR. (Imagine a soft honk) Also that’s probably because Dario is a lionhead bun! <3 Lionhead buns are called that because, you guess it, they have a mane around their faces! All my buns have set breeds that made them look that way (like Kathy/Jaleena being dwarf buns)
AAA! I’m glad you can! I’m worried my Spanish is iffy sometimes so I’m happy to hear this! Please let me know if I ever make mistakes! <3 And thank you for your nice words! (I need to incorporate more Spanish dialogue with Dario/Gabby/Cable too)
It’s very rare, but the last one I watched was Mob! It was a good show ; O ;
The answer, though, is yes, they do! Garrett gets cuddly and Dario welcomes it! And for reference, here is my NSFW blog! Tread with caution!
Oo! Dario’s perf idea of a date would be taking Garrett to try something outdoors and fun, like swimming, hiking, rock climbing, etc! Garrett’s not really into exercise, though, and rather spends their date watching movies at home with takeout. But! I think they would both agree that their favorite dates are the time they spend together in private (like watching the stars, cuddling in bed, taking naps together). Dario loves it most when Garrett falls asleep on him, and Garrett loves it most when Dario opens up to him during their talks.
Whoa! It’s nice to see excitement like this, aa! Q v Q Yes, Garrett loves watching Dario work out and play sports! He admires his athleticism! Dario’s fave sports is soccer and track, with an occasional baseball and basketball for fun! I’m not sure what he’d be bad at, probably anything that requires thinking/accuracy? Like archery, golfing, etc. And Dario does get hurt a lot but nothing really all that serious, and Garrett (so far) hasn’t been hurt yet watching (especially since he tends to watch from a distance, he doesn’t like crowds). And I can’t reveal any details, I def need to work on their stories soon, haha!
Yes, he has! Dario’s hair is a very dark brown but he dyes it to a lighter brown!
LOL It’s also funny because I’ve drawn him in one of Shakira’s outfit before
Now that I got my pen back, YES! I’m excited to draw my boys again! <3 And welcome all my new followers to my blog! Thank you for following and I really hope you enjoy your stay!
That’s all the asks I can answer for today! Thank you for all the questions! I hope you enjoyed this, it was was a lot of fun to do! Please don’t hesitate to send me more to answer next time and see you all next Saturday! <3
Thanks for reading! Bye! Love you all and have a lovely weekend!! <3
Request: Can i reaction a nct reaction (especially 127) about them dating a foreigner and she asks them for the summer holidays to visit her country?? Thank youuu
A/N: since you didn’t give a specific unit i’ll just do the 127 unit! do request again if you want other members/units hehe
Would be more fascinated at your house rather than your country tbh. Would also probably stay at home with you for a few days rather than visiting places because he prefers spending time with you alone. But once you start whining and begging him to go visit other places though (your favourite restaurants, places etc.), he’d agree full heartedly and would also probably take many pictures so he can save them as memories.
Was probably the one who suggested to go visit, because he’s excited and curious to see the environment you grew up in and he wants to visit new places so he suggested it. Is prepared to spend the whole day out with you just visitinh different places and famous places, and would probably also ask you to do cliche and cringy poses for pictures together with him.
“I heard this place is really wonderful and famous *points to your house*”
“And where did you hear that from?”
“I just knew, because it helped to bring up such a beautiful person *winks*”
Would probably jump around excitedly from the moment y'all landed at the airport, and would also ask you to bring him to somewhere with good food. Loves taking random selfies and photos of the both of you, and would also compliment everything about your country like 24/7.
Never fails to tidy up your house and room every morning ever since you brought him there to stay, because he claims that ‘it was too messy’ when everything was in place (at least for you).
Like Taeil, but extremely lazy. Both of you probably spent half the vacation hugging and cuddling in your house rather than actually going out to visit places. Mainly because he wants to spend more time with you, and he also wants to use it as an excuse to come back again with you, “because we didn’t get to do much”
But when y'all go out to visit and go sightseeing though, he takes every moment to snao pictures and would also compliment on how beautiful everything is, just like you.
pretend you’re winwin
Really excited over it but doesn’t show it, but would get shocked and amazed by how different everything was there as compared to Korea. Unlike Yuta, he’d be the one dragging you out to bring him around, asking you to show and explain things to him as he loves learning new things. Would probably also try to learn your language and interact with the people there, who’d laugh at his awkward accent every single time.
A mix of Doyoung and Taeil tbh, some days he just wants to cuddle with you and spend time alone in your house, and the others, he’d be all excited and hyped up to go visiting your favourite places.
Has a small little to-do list with you and wants to complete every single one before y'all go back, some includes: meet her parents, visit her favourite cafe, go shopping and buy her clothes
Is happy and excited over the fact that he’s visiting your country with you, and tries to spend every minute wisely with you. Doesn’t say much as he loves everything that you suggest y'all do, and he’s more than happy that he’s able to spend quality time back at your home country.
“I’m happy that you’re happy”
“Aw babe, love you. Next holidays we’ll go China together alrights?”
“ Of course, love you too”
Really excited and happy too, and would also ask you to bring him to your favourites places-which then also becomes his favourites too. Would probably be fascinated and amazed by everything around him too, and takes pictures too, as a form of memory.
Is also very happy being with you and does whatever you call him to do. All he wants is for the both of you is to have a short break since it’s the holidays.
“Oh my goodness, even the chocolate tastes different here”
“Mark… We have that brand back in Canada & Korea too… What do you mean?”
“O-Oh, yeah sorry, my bad *starts giggling*”
Small little excited bun!! Probably looked up on all the places he wanted to visit and already joted it down on a small notebook, including the things he wants to do with you. Once y'all landed, he’d just jump and run around excitedly while holding your hand, exclaiming loudly, “I’m in my girlfriend’s hometown!!! Yay!!!”
Would also try to learn your language, and would purposely make a funny accent so that he can make you laugh. Doesn’t show it but he’s really happy that you’re finally back home, and with him. Would randomly hug you and give you small pecks, “Thank you for bringing me here”
I think we can all agree that we love “cinnamon buns.” No matter which otome game you play, there’s sure to be at least one character of the “cinnamon” or “sinnamon” variety who is to your liking.
Now, I say cinnabuns– probably because I used to get them all the time from a store called Cinnabon, and they’re buns; but whether you call them cinnamon buns or cinnamon rolls, there’s lots of flavors to choose from:
ThePrecious Angel cinnabun:
These types are almost too sweet. You just want to step back and admire their adorableness. They could be awkward like Yukimura, or adorkable like Albert. Preternaturally perfect like Saito or unexpectedly vulnerable like Kondo. You can’t help but fall for them.
The Crouching Tiger, Hidden Virgin cinnabun:
This type of bun has two layers. The background-driven facade and the gooey deredere center. Don’t get thrown off by the outer shell– these cinnabuns usually have some kind of secret that keeps them from getting close to anyone and as such, they have very little or in some cases no experience; the complete opposite of what you’d expect from their personality.
In Ieyasu’s case, he’s more virgin than extra-virgin olive oil. He hasn’t even finished the Lover’s Guide and gets frustrated just untying your obi. Nico is super busy being a double agent and pouring tea, and Kyo literally has an evil twin trying to kill him.
You can see why they haven’t found the time to do the deed with anyone.
But don’t despair!
The Closet Freak sinnabun:
Do not be fooled. They look and act like the Precious Angel types but they’re sinning left and right when night falls– and sometimes they don’t even wait that long. Yukimura (slbp) and Yuki (DtL) also fit in this category.
The Get Rekt sinnabun:
Your body will probably never be ready.
You’ve got, in order: Saizo, who wrote the Lover’s Guide, Takasugi, its faithful practitioner, Sid, who can’t even wait until he gets indoors, Haru, who makes sure you can’t get up out of bed, Shingen, who makes sure you can’t even walk, and Hijikata, who canonically likes it rough.
Gird your loins!
The Maverick sin/cinnabuns:
Depending on the situation, these guys can fit into any category, so look out. You may not know what you’re getting into, but you probably won’t be complaining. They’ll reel you in with that sweetness and then you’re done for.
The ZFG sinnabun:
For these fine purveyors of sin, not a single hot buttery eff will be given with regard to who’s around, what time of day it is, or your location. All they know is MC indicated s/he wanted them and they’re more than happy to oblige.
Proceed with caution.
The Buns of Indeterminate Origin:
404 Sins Not Found. These Citation Needed buns haven’t been given a fair chance to tell what type they are yet.
My guess is Robert (Get Rekt), Shigezane (Maverick), Kageie (Closet Freak), Rayvis (ZFG), Kagetsugu (Precious Angel), Toramatsu (Maverick).
Summary:- You and Tye have been trying for a baby for months, to no success. After one night of passion when you go to surprise him, you fall pregnant. You want to find the best way to tell Tye, and his reaction is out of this world.
Warnings: There’s typos here, but they’re supposed to be there. It physically hurt to write them, and I planned on not including them, but I did anyway. Also, I don’t know anything about romance or alcohol or anything like that, so, probably inaccuracies.
A/N: I don’t know why, but I keep writing about drunk!Lin. I guess I just enjoy writing him more. Here’s another imagine, a little longer and better than the last one. At least I’m more happy with it.
You had been looking forward to this all week. Friday night. A silent night where you could go home after performing in Hamilton, shower, take a nice bubble bath and read a book or binge watch a TV-series. Your mouth were already watering at the thought of the chocolate you would eat when you came home, before you got on stage.
“Hey, Y/N, we’re going out to get some drinks, you want to come?” Renee asked you after the show, just after you had changed out of your costume to your regular clothes.
Your muscles felt like jelly and your blood-sugar was on a low, and you tried to plaster on the nicest smile you could, while trying not to mind the growing frustration inside you.
“Uhm, no, I’m exhausted, so I think I’m just gonna get home and sleep.”
You think she noticed how tired and irritated you were, because she left with a smile and ‘maybe next time’. Usually she would put up a bigger fight.
You gathered your things and managed to slip out of the theatre without being noticed, not up to talking with any more people, and soon you were in the backseat of a taxi, trying not to fall asleep. Usually you would just walk home, but today your feet were hurting and your muscles were so sore, you weren’t sure you would make it home.
You sighed a breath of relief as you walked into your apartment, the familiar smell of vanilla candles, old books and dust immediately enveloping you in a fuzzy feeling of home. You went straight to the shower so you could rinse the sweat off your body and then you filled the bathtub with hot water and coconut smelling bubble soap.
After thirty minutes of relaxing in the bath, trying to ignore the pings on your phone, you finally stepped out, wrapping a fluffy, white towel around you and sighing in delight. Your aching muscles didn’t hurt that much anymore. You went through the normal procedure; wring out water from your hair gently, dry your body, moisturise your face and body and then stepping into your soft cotton pyjamas. You put your hair up in a ponytail and put your glasses on, and padded out to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea. While you waited for the water to boil, you went through your phone to see the messages you had received. Some were from Jasmine and Pippa, telling how much you were missing out on. Apparently Daveed and Anthony had a contest of who could down more shots. Daveed won big time, and now Ant was wasted. You also had a few from Lin, with him telling you how much he missed you there, and missed singing karaoke with you. Each text he sent had more and more typos, telling you just how drunk he was. Usually he would never have a typo.
You blushed and smiled as Lin sent you a selfie where he pouted, the rest of the squad in the background.
>U shold b her. Its not the sme withot u :(
You giggled and shook your head before typing out a reply.
<Sorry, but a girl needs her beauty sleep ;)
His response was immediate.
>U dont ned beaty slep, youre alredy so beutiful ;*)
Your stomach fluttered and you blushed even more. You were going to reply, but then your boiler stopped, signalling the water was done, so you put the phone down and poured yourself a cup. You started humming on Helpless as you poured the sugar and milk in, then walked over to the couch to binge watch Reign. You were too tired to read.
You had seen two episodes when a knocking on your door forced you to pause the TV. Groaning, you managed to get up from the comfortable couch and blanket you had put over yourself and walk over to the door. The knocking never stopped and you were afraid you would end up getting a noise complaint, but the scowl on your face disappeared when you saw who stood outside your door.
Of all the unexpected things that could happen tonight, Lin showing up drunk and giggling outside your door was the most unexpected one. How he had even managed to get in without you buzzing him in was beyond you.
“Lin? What are you doing here? Why aren’t you at the club?” You asked as you let him stumble into your apartment.
“It was no fun without you, so I came to get you,” He looked you over, and you suddenly felt very conscious of the pyjamas short you were wearing. “But it seems like you already has gone to bed.”
“Well, no, I was watching TV, but I’m not coming out.”
He stared at you for a while, trying to think what he should do now, which gave you plenty of time to study him. His long hair was tousled and taken out of its regular bun, his clothes was a little disheveled and his eyes were shining from happiness and the alcohol.
“Oh, okay. Well, I guess I should go back then.” He said with a sad frown on his face.
He tried to walk to the door, but he stumbled in his feet and landed on his knees and hands on the ground.
“Yeah, okay, no. You’ll stay here and sleep off the alcohol. You’re in no condition to go anywhere right now.” You said as you helped him up.
“But I told the others I would be right back.” He mumbled.
You led him to your kitchen so he could get a glass of water and maybe sober up a little bit. At least enough so he could walk without stumbling.
“I’ll tell them you’re here.” You promised.
Lin sat down, after a bit of a struggle, at the bar stools by the kitchen island, giggling for some unknown reason as you poured the water into the glass. “Here, drink up. I’m gonna get ready the couch and tell the others you’re here.”
You whipped out your phone and shot the others a text on your group chat, then you started to set up the couch with a pillow and a duvet. It didn’t take long before Lin followed you out to the living room, grinning.
“Okay, here. I don’t have any clothes you can sleep in, so you’ll have to use the ones you wear.” You told him.
“Thank you.” He said right before he engulfed you in a hug.
You tensed up at first, but then you relaxed as you breathed in his scent. A mix of alcohol and peppermint. You shuddered as he nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck, feeling his breath on the thin skin on your neck and his lips barely touching.
“Okay, go to bed before you fall asleep on me now.” You said as your head started going light headed, gently pushing him off you.
He pouted and looked at you with those puppy dog eyes which always made you melt.
“Fine.” He grumbled when you pointed at the couch.
“I’m going to bed too. If you need me, I’m in my bedroom, but I should warn you, I’m not happy when I get woken up. If you need water, it’s in the fridge, painkillers are in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and if you get cold, there’s more blankets there,” You pointed at the basket you had laying beside the couch, “Okay?”
He nodded, although you weren’t sure he had actually gotten all of it.
“Night.” He said as he started to pull off his clothes.
You grabbed your laptop from the coffee table, then walked to the hallway where your bedroom laid. You could feel Lin’s eyes on you the whole way.
You were exhausted and ready for bed, but as you sank down in your bed you couldn’t help think about Lin just in the other room. It was weird for you, to have him in your apartment. You almost never had anyone over, and at least not anyone drunk. You also had an irrational fear that Lin would somehow find out about your crush on him just from being in your apartment. It was silly, you knew, but you were still slightly worried.
You started to feel the sleep sink in, and soon your fears and thoughts of Lin slipped from your mind. You were just on the brink of full sleep when you were awakened by the door to your bedroom creaking open. The next thing you heard where the padding of feet over to your bed.
“Y/N. The couch’s uncomfortable. Can I sleep here?”
You were still half asleep and in no way able to register what he had said, so you just grunted out something that he interpreted as a ‘yes’.
The next thing you know, your bed is dipping beside you, and something warm pulls you to its chest. Too tired and comfortable to think about it, you fall asleep, with Lin’s arm draped securely around your waist and his chest against your back. Right before you fell completely asleep you could hear Lin mutter ‘you smell like coconut’ into your hair.
Something felt wrong when you woke up. Or, something felt right, but it wasn’t like it used to be. You open your eyes in panic, but you were still in your room and still in your bed. Then you noticed it. You’re were wrapped around a warm body. And then you realised that your pillow was harder, warmer and smelled different. And it was moving. Suddenly you remembered yesterday. Lin had come to you, drunk, and had ended up in your bed.
You were laying on Lin’s chest.
You should’ve panicked even more at that, but you didn’t. Your stomach started to flutter and all you wanted was to lay there, Lin’s arm still around your waist and your head on his chest, forever.
Maybe you could just lay there a little bit longer. But then Lin grunted and moved, at the same time tightening his grip on you and you were very aware of him. You were best friends. And sure, Lin was very affectionate, but it had never been to this degree. You’d never been cuddling in the same bed before. And so you gently pried yourself off Lin and walked into the kitchen, your heart racing.
Trying to distract yourself from thinking about the fact that Lin was sleeping in your bed, that you had just been curled around him, you started to make breakfast. First coffee, then french toast. While you waited for the toast to cool down a bit, you walked into the bathroom and got the painkillers for Lin when he woke up. You put that, together with a glass of water on your nightstand.
You couldn’t help but stare a little bit at Lin. He looked so peaceful when sleeping. His hair was tousled, some strands going over his face, and his body was relaxed, his lips pulled up in a little smile. The dark circles under his eyes weren’t so evident as they were when he was awake, and for once he wasn’t fidgeting. He looked beautiful.
Shaking your head, you pushed that thought away and forced yourself to look away, before walking out of the room. What was going on with you today?
It wasn’t long after that Lin woke up. You were sitting, watching Reign on your TV when you heard shuffling from your room. It didn’t take long before that shuffling was heard in your hallway, and then in the same room as you.
“Coffee’s in the kitchen!” You spoke louder than you necessarily needed.
Lin just groaned and walked over to the kitchen.
Some minutes later he sat down beside you. It weird to see him so quiet and relaxed. He who was always a ball of energy. But there he sat, right beside you, sipping his coffee and being completely calm.
“So, my couch wasn’t good enough?”
He let out a whimper and a hand flew to his head.
“Can you please not talk so loud. I’m sporting a giant headache.”
“Nah,” You shrugged. “I don’t think so.”
Lin just groaned before taking another sip of his coffee. You sat in complete silence for about ten minutes, the only sound coming from the TV, before Lin spoke up.
“Y/N?” He whispered, his head probably still aching.
You turned around to face him, taking in his serious look. “Yeah?”
“I’m sorry for coming to you like that yesterday. It was totally out of line, and very unprofessional of me.”
You had to suppress a little giggle. “It’s okay Lin. I’d rather you come to me then having to get home alone. You could barely walk.” You frowned, remembering something. “Why did you drink so much anyway? You usually don’t drink so you get that drunk.”
You took in Lin’s blushing face as he scratched the back of his neck.
“I, I was dealing with something.
You wanted to ask him what it was. You wanted to be there for him, and help him through this, like he had helped you through so many things. Like he had helped everyone through so many things, but he had a look on his face that clearly stated he didn’t want to talk about it.
“So,” you opted to change the subject instead. “How are you gonna get through rehearsal and the show when you’re as hungover as you are?”
He blushed and hid a little embarrassed smile. “I’ll ask Javier to play today instead of me.”
“That’s probably the best thing to do.” You smiled and patted his back. Lin nodded.
The rest of the day, Lin stayed at yours, watching TV with you, sleeping and going on Twitter. When night came, and it was time for him to go home, he lingered in the doorway.
You walked over to him. “Yes?”
“Thank you for letting me stay.” He looked down at his shoes, his feet shifting a bit. “I-I need to tell you something. Just, let me finish talking before you talk, okay?”
Lin was a lot better now than he was this morning, but his eyes were still a little bit dull. But now they started to shine more, excited and nervous by what he was going to tell you.
You nodded, letting him start talking.
“Okay, so, I’ve been feeling these things. Towards you, and, I don’t know how to say it,” Your heartbeat raced, seeing him struggling to get his words out, as your body filled with hope. Maybe he felt the same as you? He pinched the bridge of his nose, before letting out one final sight and looking up with a nervous, yet hopeful shine in his eyes. They mirrored yours.
“Y/N, I like you. A lot. And not like a friend. I like you more than a friend, and I know you might not feel the same as me, and I’ve made this incredibly awkward, but I hope we can still be friends-“ You cut him off right there by pulling his face to yours. With a smile you put your lips on his.
The kiss was small, and since Lin was too shocked, it was mostly you who did the action, but it was sweet and sent sparks up your spine. When you pulled away, you still had a smile on your face, this time mirrored with Lin.
“I guess that means you like me back.” He whispered, his breath fanning your lips.
You laughed and nodded, before pecking his lips again.
Remus Lupin kicked the tire of his car with all the rage that had been building up in him for the past half an hour. Granted it was his fault, he hadn’t listened to what they said on the news about snow but it was Christmas and he had to get to his family or his mother would break his legs like chopsticks. Hope Lupin was a small woman but a force to be reckoned with when it came to family dinners. However, Remus’ car wasn’t afraid of Hope’s wrath, it’s tires had given up long ago but Remus had only now pulled the car over. Remus checked his phone but it was dead, too, it was a Christmas miracle that everything went so wrong. He looked around at all the pretty houses around him, all of them lit up and adorned with red and gold, laughter audible from each one except for one that was a bit down the road. The house looked beautiful but it wasn’t festive at all, the lights were on but there wasn’t anyone inside celebrating Christmas.
Remus hated asking people for help and the fact that it was Christmas night made his decision even harder, so he took a deep breath before he bowed his head down a little to keep the snow from getting to his face, it was so cold that each snowflake burned his already fragile skin.
He stood in front of the house before he knocked twice, he started cleaning the snow off of his brown coat, as he was bend over cleaning the snow from his pants the door opened and Remus made the mistake of looking up, it was a mistake because he almost fell down when he saw the ethereal creature that opened it.
“I- I’m,” mumbled Remus as he straightened himself before opening his mouth again, he saw the corner of the lip of the creature curl up. “I was wondering if I could use your phone–”
Remus showed the dead phone in his hand to the angel that was standing before him with sweatpants on and his hair in a bun. He had pale grey eyes and the blackest hair you can imagine, his cheekbones were like stairway to heaven. He was holding a whiskey glass in his pale hands and he raised his perfectly shaped brow before inviting Remus in with a nod..
“I’m terribly sorry to bother you on Christmas, I just–”
“Do I look like I’m celebrating, mate?” interrupted the sweatpants god, he tugged a loose lock of his hair back into his flawless messy bun. “I generally learn people’s names before I let them into my house.”
“I- yeah, sorry. I’m Remus,” he replied, as he took his scarf and coat of because it was really very hot inside. “So about that phone?”
“Aren’t you in a rush Remus? Just when I was getting happy that I won’t be spending another Christmas alone,” he smiled as he showed the phone standing on a marble stand just a few feet away. “Thanks for asking by the way, I’m Sirius.”
How could he be so thick? He forgot to ask the Greek God his name which was partly his fault because Remus literally forgot how to breathe let alone talk every time he looked at Sirius. Now that Remus thought about it, with a name like that, this man could be an actual Greek God.
“I’m sorry, I was just in a rush I guess,” he said as he stared at the phone in his hands.
“Stop saying sorry for everything you do, please call who you must and tell them you are okay,” suggested Sirius as he went back to his couch right in front of a majestic chimney. “Don’t forget to tell them you will be staying with a friend because your car is not going anywhere tonight.”
Remus furrowed his eyebrows at this very brave statement but when he looked out the gigantic window right behind where Sirius was sitting, he knew he didn’t have much of a choice because it was impossible to see from the snow. It wasn’t snowing, it was like someone was cutting the clouds in half. He dialed the number with shaky hands, he knew just who would pick up.
“Hey!” he said almost crying.
“REMUS JOHN LUPIN!” Sirius turned his head suddenly with a huge grin on his face that made Remus’ knees weak. “I told you months before if you missed this diner I would serve you for dinner on New Years Eve.”
Remus could feel his cheeks warm up as he was sure Sirius could hear everything his mother was saying at the moment.
“Yeah,mum… I’m sorry… No I’m really sorry… I will be there tomorrow I promise… I’m not lying for the love of God… Yeah… Uh-huh… I got somewhere to stay I guess…”
“What do you mean I guess?” whispered Sirius from where he was sitting, he was hanging from the couch to make Remus hear him.
“I’ll call you when I leave for home,” concluded Remus and he put the phone down with an embarrassed look on his face. He loved his mum to bits but she was sometimes a bit too much. “Can I have a charger, please?”
“Wait a second,” said Sirius as he hurriedly went to another room and came back with a charger and he placed it into Remus’ palm. His skin was almost as white as snow and he was just as cold. “We have a long night ahead Remus, do you want something to drink?”
“Tea would be gr–”
“Whiskey it is then, great choice,” teased Sirius as he went for his liquor cabinet. “This is Christmas and you are stuck here, you are not drinking tea.”
He plugged his phone in spent at least half an hour trying to get to all the messages and calls that he received while his phone was dead, he knew it was rude but it was Christmas and he had a huge family he had to call.
When Remus was finally done, he went to the couch to sit down as he took the fancy glass from Sirius. He didn’t want to about what the hell he was doing, staying at a stranger’s house was not something he would do. But this man with his hair and his cheekbones and his ridiculous smile and the way those sweatpants hang from his hips were very inviting, not that anything would happen but it was a good view at least.
“I like your mum,” said Sirius with a smirk as he took a sip from his new glass of high quality whiskey. “She’s quite something.”
“She’s worse than this snow storm on holidays,” laughed Remus. “She misses me that’s all but yeah, you heard her war cries.”
Sirius laughed and Remus heard summer in his laughter despite all the snow that was falling outside. He didn’t know why he was feeling what he was feeling but he hadn’t felt like this in forever and this was such an unnecessary thing, he really didn’t need this nor did he want this.
“So I you don’t mind me asking,” continued Remus as his throat burned from whiskey. “Why are you alone on Christmas?”
“I hate my family,” replied Sirius simply, he used that word so freely, it was a bit scary. “They are bigoted, idiotically conservative and mentally abusive. I made the mistake of coming out last Christmas, it was chaos. They invited me out of obligation this year, so why bother?”
With that he tipped whatever was left in his glass into his mouth and licked his lips slowly as he walked back to the liquor cabinet and brought the bottle with him this time.
“I’m sorry about that,” muttered Remus as he did the same. He didn’t know if he should feel bad for Sirius or feel happy for himself, not that he would ever look at him like that.
“What did I tell you about saying sorry?” smiled Sirius as he poured them more liquor. “Also, you should probably warn me when you want to sleep because I rarely sleep before 3 am.”
“Why would you ever do that to yourself?” yelled Remus, that was a bit too much but Remus never had the strongest metabolism for whiskey. “Sleep is a beautiful thing.”
Not as beautiful as you are though.
Remus realised he should be careful about those thoughts because he was known to tell whatever was on his mind out loud.
“I can’t help it. I always work late at night and now my sleep schedule is fucked up,” he explained and cursing had never looked so good. “So Remus John Lupin, what do you do for a living?”
“I’m a TA at the university,” he replied as he ruffled his hair. “I know it’s kinda boring–”
“You are hellbent on selling yourself short,” interrupted Sirius, he loved doing that. “I bet you think you are not good looking.”
Remus felt like his tongue froze, what was he supposed to reply with to drunken flirting from a completely gorgeous stranger? So he did what he knows best, he changed the subject.
“So, umm, what do you do?”
“I’m an attorney, family business, but it happened so I roll with it,” he stated as he grinned. “You are very good at changing the subject.”
“You heard my mum, if I don’t change the subject we talk about my sex life during dinner,” said Remus and immediately regretted it, he looked at his glass guiltily and realised that he was actually on his third glass. “I didn’t mean–”
“Another way of saying sorry, you are incredible,” teased Sirius as he put his glass down on the coffee table in front of the couch and came a little closer, Remus never thought breathing was a hard thing to do before but he could still feel Sirius’ scent, strong and spellbinding. “So, I like to think that things happen for a reason.”
His bloody perfect eyebrow was raised again and Remus wasn’t thinking straight so he just nodded.
“Your car didn’t break down in this street without a reason, I think Mr. Lupin, we were meant to meet,” he continued, he used his hands a lot as he spoke and it was the most marvellous thing Remus had ever seen, the fact that he was already dreaming about his hands all over him was not a good sign though. “So, you are going to stay here tonight and you will leave with my number in that phone of yours, just in case you need an attorney someday.”
“Okay,” whispered Remus, because that was all he could manage. “I think I should sleep because I need to wake up early tomorrow.”
“We were just starting to have fun,” mumbled Sirius but he stood up nevertheless to show Remus to his room. “Don’t be scared I won’t bite.”
You could if you want to.
Remus followed him up the stairs trying so hard not to stare at his back but the damn sweatpants weren’t helping. Sirius showed him to a not so small guest room on the left and walked back out.
“If you feel like you can’t sleep, I’m downstairs,” he reminded with a lopsided smile and went away.
Remus crawled into the extremely soft bed and was asleep in a matter of minutes thanks to the alcohol in his veins.
Sirius was flabbergasted by the luck he had this Christmas after everything that went down last year. A tall, lanky man with the warmest eyes was sleeping in his guest room and Sirius was still reeling from everything that happened in the past six hours since it was around 3 am at the moment. He slowly got up and turned the lights off. He climbed the stairs carefully scared that he would wake up the most beautiful man to ever enter this house besides him, when he reached the top he realised that Remus had slept with the door open. He was softly snoring and was drowning in the huge duvet over him. His clothes were on the dresser and it didn’t take long for Sirius to understand that he would kill to get in that bed at that moment. He slowly turned around to enter his own room as Remus hummed in his sleep.
“This is what I call a Christmas miracle.”
Sirius always believed things happened for a reason, he knew things would happen in the order they should, he had had troubles with his anger as far as he can remember and this new belief was helping him deal with it sometimes, it also helped him makes sense of things like this. Sirius firmly believed that Remus walked into his life for a reason and he was intended to find out why it took so long and what it was for.
He slipped into his own bed and shivered as the cold sheets touched his skin and undid his bun to sleep comfortably. When he closed his eyes, all he could see was honey eyes, long limbs and a shy smile. For the first time in a long time Sirius Black was excited to wake up.
(ANOTHER GIF THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE SMUT LOL)
okay so i just wanna apologize in advance idk if this will satisfy you and i’m just so sorry it might be shit but ksjdfhbksfbsfdkgjsdkfgsdfgdfgndfgnjdfgndf. YOU CAN KILL ME. i don’t even know if this can be called fluff like kjfgkjsdgsdf im so sorry everyone.
I am so sorry this is so long and rambly but i looooove it. Michael leaves reader to deal with an abortion by herself and she comes back to small heath with or without a baby ;)
He would be home in a few minutes and you were unbelievably nervous to tell him that you were pregnant. He’d be a great dad, but it wasn’t the baby that worried you. It was you. Recently Michael had been doing more and more “business” with his cousins. He would never tell you what was troubling him, you would barely talk at all anymore. You saw each other a couple times a week, each time you’d hope he’d take you out or stay longer than an hour for sex. That never seemed to happen though. He wasn’t the Michael you fell in love with a year ago. He was a different person altogether. That’s when the door slammed open. “What the hell is so urgent we have to meet now? I have places to be (Y/N). You look fine what do you want?” The tone in his voice made you want to cry, maybe you shouldn’t tell him. You swallowed the lump in your throat and stepped back from him. “I’m pregnant” “Well shit.” There were a few moments of silence you didn’t know what he was thinking but he was definitely thinking. “I can get the money for your abortion to you tonight on my way to the garrison” This was the moment your heart broke, you let the tears brim over. “No.” You whispered feeling absolutely crushed. “Yes. You’re not keeping it don’t be so ridiculous.” He started to walk to the door but turned round on his heels. “If you get it done before, I’ll be over on Thursday for an hour or so.” “Are you fucking joking Michael.” “What?” “I’m not your bloody whore.” This made Michael laugh under his breath before looking you dead in the eyes. “Well, what are you then?” “Get out of my fucking house. Get out!” And with that he walked out the door slamming it behind him. You slumped to the ground sobbing. There was no light in his eyes anymore he wasn’t the man you once knew. You cried for hours until you eventually fell asleep. When you woke up the next morning you went through to the kitchen. On your table was an envelope with the money Michael had promised you. And all of a sudden you were no longer sad just angry, you had so much rage. You packed your suitcase and phoned your mum telling her you were leaving for London and she could do whatever she wanted with the flat. She begged you to stay but nothing was keeping you hear having to see his face every day. You slammed the door behind you and walked to the train station ready to leave small Heath behind you.
A couple days later after Michael had come home from his bender. He’d had a good sleep and earful from Polly about being stupid and going out drinking for days he remembered his conversation with (Y/N). He drove from Pols country house to (Y/N)’s flat in small Heath. “(Y/N)! Open up! Listen I’m sorry let me in!” He got quite the shock when (Y/N)’s mum opened up the door. “Michael, didn’t she tell you?” “Tell me what?” “She’s gone.” And with that, his heart sank. “What do you mean? Gone where?” “London I believe, she said she needed to get away for a while, I’m sorry.”
4. BTS Reaction When You Look Cold But Are Actually A Nice Person.
Thanks to the anon that requested this :) sorry if there’s any mistakes x
Jin probably wouldn’t worry to much about you looking cold and not smiling as he’s generally a person who looks out for everyone. Although the moment he spoke to you and found out that you were really shy, he would find you absolutely adorable. Jin definitely wouldn’t get how you can look one way but act the complete opposite so it would make him love you even more.
Well yoongi can look cold himself so I don’t think he would worry too much about what you’re actually like as he knows that sometimes the people who look the coldest can be generally good people. He would love when he finds out that you have a lovely personality only because it’s something that you would both have in common. He would find it cute that your personality differs and would be super happy to know the real you.
Wow he would fall in love with you even more. I feel namjoon would like the badass looking women but to find out your personality is completely the opposite would make him so happy. He would love to see you get all shy and knowing that he caused it even when you do look really tough.
He would be a little worried when approaching you only because you can look intimidating and he doesn’t want to be rejected but the minute he saw you blushing and getting shy he would remember the exact reason why he had a crush on you in the first place. Hoseok would love that your not as bad as you seem as that makes things a lot easier for him.
He would be so scared to approach you just in case you are as mean as you look but when he finds out what your true personality is like he would love it. He’d be so relieved to know that you’re really nice and he’d find you super adorable even when everyone else thinks you’re intimidating.
Taehyung really wouldn’t care that you look cold as he’s a people person and wouldn’t be put down by the fact that you look cold. Although once the little baby finds out you’re funny and shy he would be over the moon to know that you’re so cute and he loves cute things.
Good luck getting this little bun to talk to you BUT the minute he’s sees you smiling and making jokes every single one of his worries would be gone. He’d be super happy only because it would’ve probably taken him months just to talk to you, so to see you smiling and blushing he’d think you were so adorable and love it so much.