so guys i tried something new

🎇 Happy New Year from Draco & Harry 🎇 


Hey, a new video! <3 6000+ followers came so fast that I didn’t get the chance to work on the video I really wanted to work on, so I tried to do something else quick, but aa! It was a lot of work and super fun to do! Hope you guys like! Thank you so much for following, so so excited to have you all here! <3 Thank you for the support and have a lovely weekend! Keep it going so I can work on the other video, but I think you all would rlly love it! <3

I Tried

So I had this idea to create a poster for the episode Starcrushed since we didn’t have one (though we did have some nice title cards). I remember moringmark had made one for Raid the Cave, so I figured I could try my hand at it.

I bit off more than I could chew. (Also I’ve had a stomach flu for the past two days, so finishing this was twice as hard!)

I’m not very creative with certain things, like backgrounds or special effects. All I could muster was a bunch of medium-shot pictures of the cast and a giant wand in the middle. I tried. No regrets.

I’d like to dedicate this piece to Skleero, Seddm, and Mr E. I always have something new and exciting to view on my dashboard because of you guys. It’s never boring with you around!


Some Hakuouki faces!
This is a Disney art style study that I enjoyed a lot. I tried to give each character special features to emphasize their personalities, so I hope it turned out well. At least I’m quite glad with the result :D

Finaly my exams are over and I’m able to breathe again! Don’t have a lot of time for art now, but still my favourite guys kept me company through this rough couple of weeks c:

Also I’m super inspired about Hakuouki fandom, so if you want to chat and discuss something don’t hesitate to use messages and ask, I really want to make some new friends *_*

wagakki band -  senbonzakura
wagakki band - kishikaisei
hans zimmer – the attack

how to create aesthetic graphics

(a tutorial by rihleymatthews) 

so, many people requested me a tutorial on these (x and x) graphics, and since they are not hard at all to create, i decided to try explaining to you guys how they come to life. 

WARNING: this is a long and detailed tutorial. Please keep in mind I tried to show all the tricks I normally use for these graphics, so some steps are optional or extra.

you’ll need: 

  • basic to medium photoshop knowledge (such as cropping, blending and shadowing)
  • a concept (a tv show, a character, something you can pick objects to represent them or their porsonality)
  • patience, a lot of patience. 

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anonymous asked:

prompt: jughead is at south side high but sneaks into riverdale high for make out sessions w betty and her friends investigate and find out

Betty stared dreamily out the window of her second period chemistry class, her chin propped up in her hand, and a lazy smile gracing her face. It was raining and she had always loved the sound of the heavy water hitting the roof of Riverdale high, rain was something that was constant, there would always be rain, soft and steady or Sparatic and rough it was always there to wash away the bad.

A heavy hand dropped to her shoulder and she looked up to find her teacher smiling down at her and gesturing to the empty classroom, she must have been daydreaming for longer than she thought, smiling apologetically she gathered her books and walked into the empty halls, it was lunchtime and no one ever hung around when food and socializing were on the table.

JJ: alas fair Juliet, our schools may part us but parting be but sweet sorrow.

Betty giggled at the silly text message her very favorite boy had sent her, his wide vocabulary wasnt something anyone ever expected when they met the dark haired Serpent.

“Wow whoever can make you laugh like that must really be something special.”

Betty whipped around at the familiar voice, a grin breaking out on her face as she eyed the boy up and down.

Jughead Jones was leaning casually against the dark blue lockers, a toothpick dangling lazily from his mouth and his leather jacket snug on his shoulders, his wavy dark hair was messy and His hands were shoved in his pockets, a goofy grin on his face.

“What are you doing here? How did you even get in the building?” Betty asked, her perfect blonde ponytail bouncing as she walked towards the mysterious boy. Jughead instantly reached his hands out and gripped her tiny waist, his fingers playing with the waist band of her cheerleading skirt.

“I have my ways.” He grinned lazily “a guy can’t visit his girl in her beautiful, state of the art highschool? I mean look at those water fountains, Southside highs only have brown water.” He shrugged.

“Oh I totally get it, you’re using me for my water fountains, That’s fine.” She teased, her hands moving to play with the dark curls at the base of his neck, his eyes instantly falling closed at the familiar comfort of her smooth fingers.

It all started a few months ago, Betty had been helping Jugheads father fix up an old Harley in the backyard of his trailer, she had been referred by Pops and she was more than happy to help. He didn’t think he had seen anything sexier than the gorgeous blonde covered in motor oil, holding a wrench as her tiny denim shorts and tiny white tshirt dripped with water form the sprinkler next door. He quickly learned how complicated her life was and his interest in her only peaked, for someone so small she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders, he wanted to do everything he could to carry some of that weight.

“Is that okay?” Jughead heard Betty ask from his embrace, tearing him out of his thoughts.

“Hmm?” He smiled apologetically

Betty giggled
“I said, I’m going to stop by the bar today, I sewed up vipers jacket and I promised Hause I would drop off cupcakes for his daughters birthday.”

That was the other thing, Betty had embraced the Serpents almost immediately, they were a second family to her and she never judged, even though he could sense her worry as she cleaned him up from some particularly nasty brawl, she never said anything, just kissed his bruises and helped him tug his jacket back on.

“Sounds good to me beautiful.” He dropped his lips to hers and her hands moved up slightly, burying in his hair.

After about a minute of holding each other they were both ripped apart by the clearing of a throat and the slamming of a locker. Betty pulled away shocked as Jughead kept his hands on her her waist, his guard instantly up.

“Betty Cooper you have some explaining to do.” A dark haired girl smirked, her arms crossed over chest as the boy beside her stared with wide eyes.

The second boy clapped excitedly
“You’re a Serpent! Oh this is fantastic, Betty why didn’t you tell me! This is amazing!”

Jughead raised a brow, but Kevin cut her off, moving to grab Jugheads hand and shaking firmly
“My name is Kevin Keller my boyfriend, Joaquin? He’s part of your gang, we can definitely do double dates now!”

He heard Betty giggle from beside him and he couldn’t help the smile that creeped up on his face.

“I’m Veronica Lodge and this is my boyfriend Archie Andrews, were Betty’s best friends and we’ve never heard of you.” She stared evenly at Jughead as Archie straightened his back, squaring off against the new guy.

“Jughead Jones. I’m the boyfriend, happy to meet you.” He stuck his hand out for the raven haired girl to grab, she took it hesitantly and elbowed the red haired boy.

“Archie Andrews.” He grunted. Jughead tried to hide his smirk.

“Nice to meet you dude.”

Something seemed to soften in the quarterbacks eyes and he grabbed the leather jacket wearing boys hand

“Same here man.”

With introductions done Jughead looked back to his girlfriend and brought her hand to his mouth
“I’ve gotta get back, I can only avoid Southside high for so long.” He sighed pressing his lips to her knuckles and pulling away as she smiled lovingly at him

“See you tonight?” She asked softly

He nodded, a look of complete adoration in his eyes that wasn’t missed by the three friends, Kevin and Veronica visibly swooning

“I’m not sure what your plans for tonight are but why don’t you two join us for a milkshake at pops later on, Archie’s treat.” Veronica asked, gently nudging her boyfriend as he grunted and rolled her eyes.

Jughead just stared at the girl in surprise, his eyes turning back to Betty’s for assurance, she nodded excitedly and he couldn’t help but chuckle

“We’ll be there” he said finally “thanks”

With that he threw one last glance at his beautiful girlfriend before heading out the doors of Riverdale high.

It was silent for a few moments before Kevin broke the moment

“I love him.” He said dreamily. “If you don’t want him I’ll take him.”

Betty laughed heartily

“Sorry Kevin but that ones all mine.”

anonymous asked:

RFA+Saeran go prom shopping with their daughter

Aww, this is cute! Here you go~


  • His daughter really didn’t want him to come
  • But he insisted
  • He spent the whole time on the way there lecturing her about how men are beasts
  • You distracted Zen while your daughter picked out what she wanted
  • Your daughter is in the dressing room by the time he finishes choosing a few dresses
  • The dress she’s wearing when you get there is a long flowy dress
  • Zen disapproves immediately
  • “But, Dad, it’s a nice event! I barely get to wear something like this.”
  • “You can look nice and wear long sleeves.”
  • He makes her try all the dresses he picked…which are overly conservative
  • Meanwhile, you find some other dresses that your daughter might actually like
  • There’s one that’s a decent length and with good coverage, but bare shoulders
  • Zen is upset until you remind him how similar it is to the one you wore to the first RFA party
  • He compromises and tries to make his daughter wear a grandma cardigan
  • She has to leave the house with it on, but you feel bad
  • “Remember, if it gets too warm in the room, you can always take it off,” you add with a wink
  • She’s so grateful to you


  • He’d been so busy at work, you two had barely seen him
  • When your daughter asks him to tag along for prom shopping, he’s so touched
  • He tries to pick out a few dresses though he has no idea what’s fashionable at the moment
  • You both subtly turn them down and tell him to wait outside the dressing room
  • He is so excited for every dress his daughter tries on
  • Claps every time she exits the room with a new dress
  • Swears every dress is the one
  • Just thinks she looks good in everything
  • “Yes! This is the one! This is it! Beautiful!”
  • “Dad…I haven’t changed into a new dress yet.”
  • “Oh…So this is definitely the one.”
  • He points out something good on all of the dresses
  • Poor guy gets tired after two hours
  • He excuses himself and when he gets back he has food for all of you
  • Once he’s energized, he’s ready for more cheering


  • Flustered when her daughter asks for help
  • Jaehee never went to prom herself, so she’s a bit nervous
  • When she sees all the dresses, she switches to office mode
  • She’s been to enough fancy office parties while working under Jumin
  • She has an entire selection ready for her daughter
  • It also helped that she knew her daughter’s exact taste
  • She does dressing room runs so her daughter doesn’t have to leave the room
  • She’s very blunt in her opinions though
  • “That really doesn’t flatter your shape, hon.” 
  • Categorizes the dresses into a rejected pile, maybe pile, and on the higher probability side
  • Still, her daughter didn’t seem happy with anything
  • Finally, her daughter shows her a picture online of a dress she hoped to find
  • Jaehee dismissed herself and came back a few minutes later
  • It wasn’t the exact dress, but it fit her perfectly


  • His daughter originally didn’t want to say anything
  • She felt bad knowing her father would put down everything for the perfect dress for her
  • Instead, she insists she just go shopping normally to find one, but she doesn’t protest to Jumin and you coming along
  • Unfortunately, nothing quite felt right
  • There were pieces of each dress she liked, but others that made her look odd
  • You noticed Jumin taking notes on his phone for something, but didn’t know what
  • Jumin had noted everything his daughter seemed to like
  • He gave the notes and the exact measurement to a designer
  • They put them all together to make a long, elegant, flowy dress
  • Nothing too flashy and perfectly elegant
  • He gifts it to her and she absolutely loves it
  • As one last gift, he gives her a simple necklace with her initials on the night of the prom
  • He was so happy to send her off when there was a knock at the door
  • “Who is your date anyway?”
  • He opens the door to find Zen’s son standing there with a corsage
  • Jumin shuts the door
  • You have to intervene


  • She agreed to let him come if he didn’t pick out any dresses
  • He tended to pick out really….really bright colors
  • He agreed and sat patiently by the dressing room as you two found some dresses
  • He gets bored waiting, so he writes numbers 1-10 on pieces of papers
  • When you start trying them on, he lifts certain ratings for each
  • He’s pretty chill about most of the dresses
  • But then she walks out with a dress that has a slit on the side, exposing part of her leg
  • “Unless you’re planning on wearing jeans under that dress, I think the Feliz Navi-NOT.”
  • He makes enough puns in Korean, does he need to use all 17 languages?
  • You knew she found the right dress when he starts to get emotional at how much his baby has grown up
  • He’s not that worried about the date
  • Because unbeknownst to his daughter, he did a full background check on him
  • Also because he’s escorting them
  • He does have a selection of cool cars…who needs a limo?


  • He thought it was more of a mother-daughter thing to do
  • So he was kind of hesitant to come along
  • He actually has a really good taste in dresses
  • He picks out several that are simple yet elegant
  • He’s very detailed when it comes to observing each dress
  • There was one where she thought it was the one and he found the smallest stain
  • He has a hard time reigning in his facial expressions with others though
  • The people next to you guys picked up a really ugly dress
  • He gave them a really odd look and keeps glancing back at them before they awkwardly put it down
  • Saeran please stop
  • When she comes out in this one dress, he collects his things and starts leaving
  • When you ask where he’s going, he looks at his daughter and says, “That’s the one. I’ll go start the car.”
  • He really doesn’t have to have a word with her date
  • Since he’s already scared
  • Saeran didn’t mean it…he just has a really scary resting face 

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Conditioned (Part 3)

(Tae questions whether his desire for you is futile but continues to let his lust drive all his decisions.)

Warning:  Around 9000 words.  Lots and lots of dirty stuff happens. Female dom, male sub. Oral.  Dry humping.  Non-traditional sense of sexual morality.  

 “I should have known you had an ulterior motive for coming here.  This place was too far away from home to come for lunch.”  Tae eyed Jin from across the table.  Jin had stopped by his apartment earlier, asking Taehyung to go eat at a new restaurant across the street from the mall.  Tae had been reluctant to go, preferring to spend his day off from work at home playing video games and ordering delivery instead of venturing out into the rain to go across town to eat.  However, Jin was insistent, saying he had a coupon that expired today and offered to pay for everything.

Now that their meal was over, the truth was coming out.  Jin had just asked the waiter to bring another order of food, wrapped to go.  “There’s no ulterior motive.  I just thought that since we were eating so close to Youngsook’s store, I’d get her some food too.  It’s one of her favorite places to eat.”

“If you wanted to see your girlfriend, you didn’t need to bring me along.  Why didn’t you just bring her here on her lunch break?” Tae knew there had to be more to this story.

“Saturdays are their busiest day, so she never leaves to get a proper meal.  She usually just gets a coffee and some bread from the bakery next door.  I’ll look like hero coming in with an honest-to-god meal from her favorite restaurant.” Jin fidgeted in his seat while looking at Tae.  “Plus, I need you there with me when I deliver the meal. She won’t throw the food at my head or yell at me if you are there.”

Tae crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, raising his eyebrows in a silent question towards Jin.

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Make me stay at work late, have fun spending your new years covered in syrup

A few years ago when I was in my second year of college I worked at a Five Guys and was scheduled to work on New Year’s Eve. Normally the store would close at 10 but because it was a holiday, we were closing at 8 that night and I had a party to get to after work. Like a plague, a huge line of customers forms around 7:50. We were still open for another 10 minutes so we had to take their orders but we kindly let each group know that we were closing at 8 that night. Most people were very understanding and some even ate and left really fast but two groups of people (one wearing obnoxious blinking party hats) seemed to take personal offense to us telling them we were closing at 8 and stayed as long as possible seemingly just to spite us. We kept the doors unlocked so every time new customers came in thinking we were still open we would say we were closed hoping the people still sitting there would get the idea and pack up and head out. Didn’t work.

It’s now approaching 8:45 and I’m gonna be late to this party regardless so now my mindset shifts from getting people to leave to getting revenge. Five Guys has those fancy, touch screen, coke machines. The nozzles need to be taken out and cleaned and without the nozzle, the water and syrup don’t mix well and spray out like a diarrhea storm in every direction and the syrup just globs onto everything. One of the tables had finished their food a while ago and, possibly in an attempt to prolong their stay, kept refilling their drinks every few minutes. I decide it’s time to get more of a jump on cleaning so I take the nozzles out of both coke machines knowing what would happen, stand at the counter and wait.

It took all of 2 minutes for some girl to get up and head to one of the machines. When she hit the button the machine just fucking assaulted her with coke syrup while making this loud ass hissing noise that clearly scared the shit out of her. I look over at her and her white shirt is soaked and covered in dark spots. I was just about to walk over to her and explain what had happened and passive aggressively apologize for the “accident” so she wouldn’t cause a fuss with my boss when I noticed she was walking to the other machine. I stood back and watched as the same fucking thing happened again. At this point, I just walked over and said something along the lines of “Oh, sorry. These machines do that without the nozzles and we’re closed so we’re cleaning them now.” I think I handed her like two napkins as if they would help. She and her friends left without an issue a few minutes later which signaled to the other group that it was finally time to leave.

tl;dr Five Guys I worked at closed two hours early on New Years Eve, some guests stayed almost an hour after closing. I took nozzles out of coke machines to “clean them”, some girl tries refilling her cup at one and then the other and gets coke syrup sprayed on her by both


Playing around with something new tonight.

You took a Snapchat of you wearing your cute new underwear and tried to send it to a female friend. Instead, you sent it to one of the guys on accident.

Let me know what you think and if you think I should do more of these. It was just kind of a trial fun run. (:

(This is legit the 10th time I’ve tried to upload this and if it doesn’t work I’m going to be so mad lol)

Two More Times the Gods Bothered Icarus at Work

The library doesn’t actually pay, per se, but if he volunteers a given number of hours, it does give him vouchers for select items purchased at the campus shops – class supplies, food and other sundries.  Icarus did the math and determined that the value of the vouchers was nearly as good as actual money, with the added benefit of the convenient location where he could stop by between classes easily and rack up hours for the week. 

And it’s fairly peaceful work.  Running the checkout desk; entering returned books into the computer; shelving books; light cleaning.  And Icarus is free to do some of his own homework as well, as long as he gets the list of tasks done, while still earning credit for being there.  Hard to complain about it.

He enjoys the tasks, and enjoys the hush of the narrow aisles, packed with books on either side, higher than his head.  They have a good section on aviation: old and new books; practical and philosophical; aeronautical and astronautical.  Icarus likes to sneak back to steal a few browse through them whenever he can.

Icarus is on his way back to the front counter with two books in hand, when he hears a yelp of surprise, two feet to his left, where there are a couple small steps leading up to the study carrels and tables. 

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bekind-unwind  asked:

In which Nico absolutely hates the son of Hades nicknames. He tolerates them to a point, but with Will he eventually snaps, gets absolutely passed, and Will has to fix it. (And find new pet names)


“What’s up, Death Breath?” Will held an easy grin on his face, but Nico was not in the mood for him today. After trying (and failing), to get Chiron to let him go into the city, Nico was feeling anything but happy to stay around camp for the day.

“Don’t call me that,” he hissed back, causing Will to roll his eyes. In truth, Nico hated the “son of Hades” nicknames. Death Breath, Lord of Darkness, Goth, Dead Kid, whatever Will or the other campers had come up with after he decided to stay. Somewhere deep in the recess of Nico’s mind, he understood that the nicknames didn’t really mean anything, that they were supposed to be light, fun ways of teasing Nico, but he couldn’t help but feel like they were taunts. Nico still struggled with insecurities, and his biggest one was still people accepting who his father was. It was why the names bothered him so much. They felt like little jabs at who he was.

“Would you prefer I called you Bones? Or perhaps Little Death,” Will was obviously enjoying himself, laughing at each new name that he came up with. Nico tried not to let his insecurities get the best of him, but hearing the names from his boyfriend made it hurt so much worse.

“I would prefer,” Nico interrupted Will, looked down at him in shock, “if you and everyone else would just call me Nico. Since that is my name and all. You guys don’t have to constantly use those stupid names to get to me. Especially you, Will.”

Will was stunned for a moment, and Nico felt pathetic for lashing out at him for something so small and trivial, but the names had become too much for Nico to constantly hear. Why couldn’t they just call him by his name? Was “Nico” really that bad of a name? When Nico finally looked up at Will, he was staring down at Nico with concern in his blue eyes.

“Nico, why didn’t you tell me you hated my nicknames? I would have stopped using them a long time ago if I knew.” Nico felt the full shame of what he’d said descend on him and he hung his head, letting his bangs fall in his eyes as he scuffed his shoes on the ground.

“I don’t know. You guys always seemed like you enjoyed them so much. Why ruin your fun just because I don’t like it?” He mumbled quietly.

“Because it’s not fun if you don’t like it, Nico, that’s not having fun. That’s making fun of you,” Will spoke softly, causing Nico to lit his head up and look through his bangs at his boyfriend. “I would never use those names if I had known how upset they made you, and neither would anyone else. We didn’t mean to upset you with them.”

“I don’t want to seem whiny, though,” Will sighed quietly and Nico felt himself shrink.

“It’s not whiny, Nico, I promise,” Nico looked up at Will again, catching the smile on his face. “Besides, there’s so many better nicknames to use.” In that moment, Nico had never felt so lucky to have Will, who was so ready and willing to drop what made Nico uncomfortable and try something else. “Like, ‘what’s up, baby?’ Or, ‘hey, babe’. There’s so many more cute nicknames that I’d love to use for you, if you’re okay with them. I promise I’ll ask you first now.” Will was still grinning, and Nico honestly had no idea what he had done to deserve the literal ball of sunshine that was Will Solace. “Sound good, sweetheart?”

Nico felt himself blush at the much more affectionate name. “Yeah.”

look at how early it is

Imagine Stiles and Derek trying to fill out their check lists: something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.
Stiles nails it easily - something old: his Jeep and his dad’s suit, something new: the engine Derek put in the Jeep, something borrowed: the suit (his dad’s old tux from when the old man was married), something blue: the Jeep and the tie on his tux (because he wanted a touch of colour at the wedding) - but Derek is having trouble.
Days before the wedding he sits down with Cora and explains his troubles.
Cora asks, “Isn’t that something the bride does?”
“Well, we’re both the bride and the groom so we figured it’d be a fun little gimmick,” Derek explains. “I’ve got my something blue, the tie, but nothing else.”
Cora thinks for a moment before disappearing to her room. She returns with a small charm bracelet in her hands and offers it to Derek.
“Your baby bracelet?”
“Well it’s something old and something borrowed,” Cora says. “And that way you have a touch of family with you: mum, dad, Laura, everyone.”
Derek smiles, thanks his sister and takes it (later, he puts it in a small box so it doesn’t get damaged and slips it into the pocket of his tux jacket so he has it with him on the special day and doesn’t lose it).
“Okay, so I have three things,” Derek announces. “I just need something new.”
“Your relationship?” Cora offers. “I mean you guys have been going out for years but it’s your first time with a guy and your first time with someone how hasn’t tried to kill you.”
“He only tries to kill me if I take his food,” Derek jokes. “And I don’t think that counts.”
“What if your something new doesn’t come until the day?” Cora asks. “What if your something new is the ring on your finger, a man by your side, and a new life full of love?”
Derek smiles at the thought. “What did I do to deserve a sister as good as you?”

And sure enough, when the day rolls around they each have their check list:
Something old, something new.
Something borrowed, something blue.

New Year. New Me.  {Peter Pan Imagine}

Peter Pan Imagine

Author: Joi A. Wade


Warnings: Swearing, angst, will be two/three parts. ✨  Tbh, it sucks ass, but this was just a little something before the new year!   ✨ HAPPY NEW YEAR  ✨

.Gifs mine, picture is not. 

To say Y/n was excited about the New Year was an understatement. She was beyond ready for this fucked up of a year to be over, and 2017 to finally cleanse off any bad vibes she’s been carrying and just start over. She wandered around the party her best friend was hosting, having small talk with whoever passed by and drinking the champagne in her hand. Y/n came with her boyfriend Peter, but as soon as they passed through the front door, he’s disappeared somewhere in the large house; claiming to her that he was just going to chill with a few of his friends before the countdown. 

At first, Y/n was a little skeptical. This was the third year, whenever herself or her friends would have a get together for New Years, where he would just leave her to wander for long period of time and then show back up when the ball was dropping, for the traditional new year’s kiss. He never missed it, but she was still confused as to why he didn’t want to spend those remaining few hours of the year with her. 

Y/n walked around for a little while, after thanking one of her guy friends for refilling her glass, seeing as to that was the only thing to keep her mind off of her nowhere-to-be-found boyfriend. Peter was a very vibrant character, never stayed in one spot too long, always played by his own rules. She didn’t want to admit it, but this particular year was kind of rough for the both of them. Arguments after arguments, constant bickering and sarcasm. He slept on the couch a lot at their shared apartment, while she cried herself to sleep on those nights. Y/n dreaded that he was becoming…distant. Something was off about him on this night, where their usual chatty car ride was more silent and awkward; when they entered the home, it was almost as if he couldn’t wait to get away from her, kissing her cheek, before disappearing for the rest of the evening. Sighing, Y/n set down the half empty glass on a nearby table, leaning against the wall, while scanning the area once more for his familiar face. 

Next to her someone had cleared their throat rather loudly, snapping Y/n from her thoughts. Looking as to where it came from, she fought the urge to groan and roll her eyes. 

“Hello, Wendy.” She greeted as politely as she could, thinking about drowning herself in more champagne, but chose against it. “Didn’t know you would be here.” 

“Hm, well sorry to say that you’re not Tiger Lily’s only friend, honey.” Her sweet voice practically made Y/n physically cringe. Her and Wendy Darling never seemed to be on the right page with each other. It wasn’t even her fault, Wendy was the one who always seemed to over step her boundaries when it came to Peter, always making suggestive comments about him, getting to close for Y/n’s comfort. The thing that really always ticked Y/n off was how lately…Peter had done nothing to stop this behavior. God forbid someone gets too close to her, he loses his shit, but when it’s the other way around, she was the one in the wrong. 

“Sadly…” Y/n muttered, only paying half attention to the bimbo yapping next to her. Her focus was still on Peter, and it seemed that Wendy noticed. With a snicker, she flipped her golden hair behind her shoulder. 

“Wondering where your eye candy has gone to this time?” 

“Wondering where I asked for you to fucking talk to me, actually.” She snapped, making the blonde laugh obnoxiously. “You know, I’d rather not be next to you, while going into the new year. It would kind of defeat the purpose of me trying to fucking forget who you are.”

“No need to be rude, Y/n. I thought we could see passed our differences into the new year.” Batting her eyelashes at her only made her blood boil even more. Taking the hint, Wendy only smirked while shrugging, making her way for the balcony. Sighing in relief, Y/n went right back to looking for Peter, only to come up with nothing. Again. Tiger Lily made her way over to Y/n, tugging her toward the living room, where the big TV sat. Standing in front of it, her heart nearly dropped at the sight of the countdown…and Peter was still no where to be found. 

By now he would have found her, and be standing next to her and waiting. Looking around frantically, he was still no where in sight in the large crowed. Sure, she was being a little over dramatic about the situation, but it was another they made it as a couple. A lot of people doubted their relationship, any the many girls that practically threw themselves at him weren’t helping either. He reassured her countless times that no matter what, she was the only one for him. Even though they fought most of the year, she still wanted to end and start fresh of the year, with just a lovely kiss he always reserved just for her. It made her feel safe, made her feel special…

As soon as the countdown hit one, everyone cheered and shouted at the top of their lungs, sharing hugs and kisses, spilling their drinks accidentally and throwing confetti. 

“ H A P P Y   N E W   Y E A R ! ! ! ”

Tiger looked over at Y/n, leaning in and kissing her cheek in order to get at least a little smile on her face. It worked for a good second until it dawned upon her. The new year started without him. Leaving Tiger Lily to stand in the spot, not before thanking her for the peck, she went on her way to look for Peter, only to stop abruptly at what her peripheral vision caught sight of. With a slight gasp, she saw through the window of the balcony…

“Peter…” She whispered, not believing what she was seeing. As if he heard her broken whisper, he pulls away from the kiss, his eyes widening at the sight of you on the other side of the glass door. His jaw was dropped, his hands dropping from Wendy’s waist as a look of pure and utter defeat colored Y/n’s features. She knew it. She didn’t want to believe, but deep down she knew. It would explain a lot, actually. 

Wendy seemed to know that the two of them were caught, slowly turning her head to where Y/n stood, a small smirk plastered on her lips. Never feeling so betrayed in her life, she slowly backed away from the scene, Peter’s eyes slowly starting to fill with panic. 

“Y/n…baby, wait-” 

“Don’t. Don’t you dare make up an excuse for this!” She shrieked, quickly turning toward the crowed of people, wanting to disappear into it. Quickly, he ran after her, ignoring the whines coming from Wendy as he raced after Y/n, rudely pushing people out of the way and shouting at her.  

“Y/n! Please! Let me explain, it’s not what you think!” 

To be continued…

Mafia-Suho pt.4

Originally posted by mvssmedia

                  “Forgive me for my sins for I’ve just begun.”

“You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say will and ca-”

“Can you just skip this? You know I’ll be out by tonight.” You rolled your eyes at the cop that had you pinned against his car, in a very sexual position might you add.

“Close your mouth or I’ll give you something to choke on.” He whispered in your ear, pushing against your body more. 

You cringed at his closeness, “God, you’re breath stinks.” You said, yanking your head to the other side. 

“You little b-” 

He was cut off by his phone ringing.

Grunting, he shoved you forward and pushed away from you to answer his cell.

You could hear the other person on the line, “Do you have Y/n?” the person asked.

“Yes.” The officer replied looking back at you.

You took this time to turn your body around so that you were facing him.

“Why would you take her? Do you know how much trouble you’ve just put me in? She doesn’t get arrested. She doesn’t get questioned, am I clear?” The voice yelled and the cop looked at you.

“So she really is untouchable?” He questioned the man on the other end of the line. 

“Yes now let her go!” He hung up. 

You watch the cop slowly walk over to you, once he got close enough you grabbed him and kneed him between the legs, “Next time, remember to cuff me correctly instead of trying to get off on my ass, pervert.” 

You grabbed the cuffs and punched him in the face with the end of them, “And that’s for not knowing who I am.”


You decided it was a long overdue night out with your best friend so you decided to go the one place you loved.

The club.

Your friend pulled you to the dance floor where all guys and even girls tried to dance with you… on you.

“I can never have you to myself.” Your friend pouted, screaming over the music.

You laughed, “Don’t hate the player baby, hate the game!” 

She laughed and pulled you closer to her so the obviously drunk girl didn’t spill her drink on your brand new dress.

You were ready to say something but were cut off by a screech, “ Oh my god! It’s Suho!!” 

You looked towards the door in the back to see Suho and his gang walking through the door.

“I swear he’s stalking me.” You said to your friend. She laughed and caught Suho’s attention.

“Oh, Y/n. Nice to see you here.” Suho greeted, changing his direction to walk towards you. 

You tsked and shook your head, “Can’t say I share the pleasure.”

The drunk girl from before gasped and pushed in between you and Suho screeching at the top of her lungs, “Suho baby! Don’t listen to her! She’s a jealous b-” 

He flagged one of his men to come get her and you raised your eyebrows in question.

“Now why would you go and do something so foolish? She was gonna let you have her.” You said and your friend laughed a little.

Suho looked at her up and down then walked a little closer to her and bent down to grab her hand, “I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you.” He whispered before he kissed her hand.

You scoffed and looked at your friend who looked all too comfortable with what was happening.

You slapped her shoulder, “Yah!” You shouted at her.

She looked at you in panic then looked back at Suho and snatched her hand away, gasping and rubbing it against her dress.

Suho looked at one of his men, Chanyeol, and he came and took your best friend to the bar.

“If something happens to her, I swear I’ll -”

“Kill me?” Suho questioned and chuckled, he looked at you up and down, lingering at your exposed thighs and then tsked.

“As ravishing as you look right now, don’t think you’re showing a little too much skin?” He asked while he walked closer to you. 

You backed up until you felt someone’s back hit yours and you got an idea. 

“You might feel that way but my date doesn’t.” You saw Suho’s stance change, everything about him seemed to get a little darker, dominant and you hate to admit it but it turned you on.

“What da-”

You cut him off by turning the guy who was behind you around and pulled him into a kiss. The kiss got deeper and the guy dropped his hands to your ass and pulled you closer to him.

Suho ripped you two apart and launched himself onto the guy. You watched as he threw punches left and right until some of his boys pulled him off. He turned around and grabbed your hand, pulling you with him. 

He slammed opened the door to the bathroom and screamed, “If anyone is in here get out now!” 

You heard a man chuckle and Suho pull out his gun and shoot in the air, “I SAID GET OUT!” 

The man’s eyes went wide as he tried to pull up his pants quickly with shaking hands. You watched as Suho followed his every mood until he left the bathroom.

Suho went over to the door and locked it and then looked at you.

His hair was out of place but still looked fine, his eyes were a darker shade of brown and the dominance he’s giving off swallowed you whole. 

And it was sexy. 

“Is this what you want to see huh?! You want me to kill every man who looks at you to prove to you that you’re mine?!” He screamed and backed you up against a wall. 

Your back hit the wall and Suho’s body trapped you. He punched the wall next to your head and screamed “Answer me!” 

You looked in his eyes as he breathed heavily in your face.

“Why do you want me so bad?” You whispered.

He looked at you and chuckled and backed away from you.

“What’s so funny? You think I’m just going to lay on my back for you?! That I’ll let you destroy what I built from nothing?!” You yelled and started walking towards him until his back hit the wall on the other side.

“You want me to be your trophy wife and I wont.” You growled at him. 

The room seemed to get smaller as you looked into his eyes. 

You pulled on his tie, forcing his head to down to yours, and kissed him.

He kissed you back as his hands went to your waist as he squeezed your hips. 

He switched your positions and slammed you back against the wall and held your jaw in his hands while you started to take off his suit jacket.

Suho slammed you against the wall again and started kissing down your neck, your hands left his jacket and went into his hair, pulling it. 

“Mhm. Y/n” He mumbled into the crook of your neck. 

When you heard your name you sort of woke up, the room expanded and the foulness of the bathroom hit your nose.

“Stop Suho.” You said pushing him away from you.

“Don’t be like that.” He whispered trying to pull you towards him again. 

“I said stop!” You yelled and ran to the door, opening it and walking out. 

You tried to look for your friend but you knew Suho would get her home safely and you just wanted to leave. 

You walked out in the back of the club and got in side your car, resting your head against the steering wheel you sighed and looked up.

There was a car flying in your direction, and it wasn’t stopping.

The Kids Are Alright - Part 8

Originally posted by readersleepingintheforest

Summary: Stiles is a single dad just trying to raise his little girl right. You’re a single mom in a new town doing your best to stay up with a rambunctious toddler. When your kids become friends on the first day of kindergarten, where will it lead you and Stiles?

Author’s Note: It’s here! I hope you like this part, I worked really hard on it. Feedback is much appreciated! Sorry in advance for all the feels ;) Enjoy!

Warnings: Language; ANGST; lots of feels

Tags: @peace-full-mind, @justdreamstars, @storytelling-reader, @echorhinozap, @emmiluisa, @batmanbreeann, @cluh22, @buckybarnesisalittleshit, @itsjoslyn, @missconverseshoes, @ktrivia, @mandylove1000, @cupcakeunderwear22, @otaku-fangirlse, @lady-thc-lovelies, @tmrhollandkay, @alyssa070202, @themadkingx, @iliketoimaginestuff, @wheresthekillswitch, @angels-secrets 

@snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales you didn’t ask to be tagged but I’m gonna do it anyway ;)​

So sorry if it isn’t letting me tag you!


Balancing the plate of cookies in one hand, I used the other to knock on the door, bouncing lightly on the balls of my feet as I waited. Thudding steps sounded from inside and within a few seconds, the door was opening to reveal Derek, a smile crossing his features when our eyes met.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted. “How are you?”

“I’m good. Really good actually,” I replied, grinning from ear to ear. “Uh- I thought I’d bring these over for you.” I held the plate out to him. “Henry and I made them after dinner tonight and we had plenty of extra so…”

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Come Back (Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader)

“ Can I request a third part to the poly!squad x reader fic?” 

158: “I *can’t be* happy here.”
246: “Please don’t do this.”
125: “*We* need you to forgive *them*.”
313: “What the hell are you doing here?! I told you I never wanted to see you again!”
119: “I love you, you asshole.”

A/N: So someone requested another part to the Poly!Hamilsquad imagine, and I wanted to maybe add a little angst. I’m probs not the best angst writer, but I can’t say that I didn’t try. ; v ;

Part 1 Part 2 

Warnings: Angst, yelling, cursing

Words: 5,892

(Name) ran a hand through her hair, letting out a grumbling noise as she looked down at her chicken-scratch that she called handwriting. After being in a bit of a slump for coming up with lyrics for Lafayette’s upcoming album proposal, it was an understatement that she was getting a little frustrated.

“Love? You good?” Called Alexander from the kitchen. It was his and John’s turn to cook dinner that night, which (Name) was thankful so she didn’t have to get up from her work.

“I’ve been better, Alexander.” She mumbled, throwing her notebook from her lap and onto the coffee table. “I can’t think of anything.”

John looked over his shoulder at (Name), giving her a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry to hear that, babe. I’m sure something will come to you soon.”

Yeah, right. She thought bitterly. She felt as if her writing hasn’t been its best in the past few months, and she worried that Laf was being penalized for it with his music being sold at a slower rate than usual. “I just don’t want Laf to be dropped from his label because of me not being able to write a good song for him.”

“(Name), that’s never going to happen!” Hercules called from the bedroom, as he currently put away laundry. “People love Lafayette’s voice and they love your music, the label isn’t going to drop either of you.”

The young woman sighed, leaning back against the couch and rubbing her face. As much as her lovely partners tried to convince her, the nagging feeling of letting down Lafayette would always bubble up and put her in a bad mood.

The sound of the door opening caused (Name) to turn her head slightly to see Lafayette walk in, a smile gracing his face as he noticed his songwriter on the couch. “Bonjour, mon amour.” He greeted, leaning over and pressing a kiss to (Name)’s lips.

“Hey…” She answered as the Frenchman pulled away.

Lafayette quirked a brow at (Name)’s lack of enthusiasm. “What’s wrong, (Name)?” He questioned, leaning on the back of the couch. “You seem rather… Distressed?”

“If you call worrying about getting you fired because your sales are tanking ‘distressed’ then yes.” She replied, shutting her eyes and rubbing her forehead. As she did that, she didn’t notice the flash of worry in Lafayette’s eyes.

“(Name), mon amour, that’s never going to happen. My manager is very happy with the work we’re doing.” Lafayette explained, moving around the couch to sit next to the young woman. “We’ll be fine, okay? You’re a wonderful writer.” His arms wrapped around (Name)’s waist, pulling her closer to him. “I love you, okay?” He kissed (Name)’s temple.

“Okay…” She replied, leaning into Lafayette’s hold, sighing in content in one of her partner’s embrace. While the feeling of Lafayette’s arms around her gave some comfort, she still worried. She didn’t want Laf to suffer because of her.

Hercules walked into the living room with an empty laundry basket, spotting (Name) and Lafayette on the couch together. He chuckled and walked over to the two, giving each of them a kiss on the head. “Well aren’t you two adorable?” He cooed.

“You’re just jealous that I’m holding (Name) right now and you aren’t.” Lafayette replied, sticking his tongue out at Herc.

The modern demigod laughed, giving Lafayette a smirk. “We’ll see about that later, Laf.” He spoke, causing (Name) to snicker at the Frenchman’s blushing cheeks.

“Dinner’s ready!” Alexander called, popping his head in from the doorway to the dining room. “C’ome on, don’t let it get cold!”

“Ah, mon petit lion, impatient as ever.” Lafayette chuckled, standing and helping (Name) to her feet.

Alexander huffed, pouting at the taller Frenchman. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

“Nothing for now.” Answered Lafayette, planting a kiss on Alexander’s forehead. “We’ll see about later.” He hummed before leaving a gaping and blushing Alex.

(Name) smiled, reaching for Alexander’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “Let’s eat, okay Alexander?”

The novelist grumbled, shaking his head before meeting (Name)’s gaze. “You feeling any better now?”

The young woman shrugged, leaning and pressing a kiss to Alexander’s cheek. “I’ll get over it eventually.” She replied before pulling him into the kitchen with her.

(Name) let out a yawn as she rolled over to an unsuspected cold space on the usually crowded bed that was strangely empty. Cracking open her eyes, she noticed that Alexander and Lafayette, who were usually on her right, were gone.

Carefully, as to not disturb the sleeping John and Hercules to her left, (Name) slipped out of the sheets and padded out of the room. As she crept down the hall, she heard noises coming from the kitchen of the apartment.

“What am I going to tell her?” She heard Lafayette grumble, his voice thick with sleep.

“You’ll find the right way to tell her.” Alex told him. “You just can’t keep this from her for too long… You found out yesterday and you still haven’t told (Name) a thing.”

Lafayette sighed. “I know.”

(Name)’s brows furrowed as she silently made her way closer to the kitchen. She peeked around the corner and saw that Alexander and Lafayette had their backs to her as they sat at the table.

“I just don’t want her to go through more disappointment… She’s worked so hard since she’s been back.” (Name) heard the slight slur in Lafayette’s voice. Had he been drinking?

“Lafayette, the best thing you can do is tell (Name). Just say that your manager has decided to go in a different direction with songwriters. She’ll understand.”

The young woman bit her lip, turning away from the kitchen and walking back to bed. She slipped back into her position in John’s arms and tried to fall asleep. With the new thoughts bouncing around her head, she found that simple task difficult.

She flinched when she heard the returning footsteps of Alexander and Lafayette as they reentered the room. The bed shifted next to her, and she felt a hand gently rubbing her shoulder. “We’ll figure something out.” She heard Alex murmur before laying down and resting a hand on her hip.

Oui… I hope so.” Lafayette answered just as quietly.

(Name) kept her eyes shut as the two laid down to sleep.

If the guys are all working while I’m just laying around… I won’t be… I can’t be happy here. The young woman thought as she tried to slip back into unconsciousness.

It was a lot harder to get back to sleep than (Name) had wanted, but she did eventually doze during the night, but that also meant that it took her quite some time to get out of bed.

“(Name)? Sweetheart, you need to get up, it’s almost noon.” Hercules tried to rouse the girl from the sheet.

She answered with a groan.

Hercules chuckled. “C’ome on, Lafayette make lunch.”

The girl loved Lafayette’s cooking, but she didn’t know if she could face him while she knew that he was going to break the news that his manager was dropping her as his songwriter.

“I don’t wanna…” She grumbled.

“(Name). I will pick you up. Don’t think I will.” He warned, a playful smile turning the gentle giant’s lips up.

She peeked up from the pillow to meet Hercules’ gaze. Rolling over onto her back to the edge of the bed, she raised her arms to Hercules. “Please…?”

He let out a laugh before nodding. “Anything for you, sweetheart.” He replied before leaning over and picking up (Name). She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to Hercules’ cheek.

“Thank you, Herc.” She hummed as she snuggled into his hold.

Hercules walked out of the bedroom and into the hall, carrying (Name) in his arms as he went. Upon entering the living room, she spotted John sketching and Alex typing away. Lafayette must have still been in the kitchen.

“Look who I was able to wake up.” Hercules spoke, walking (Name) over to the loveseat and setting her down.

John looked up from his sketchbook, smiling at (Name) as she let out a yawn. “How’d you sleep, babe?” He asked her.

“Not well enough.” She answered, noticing Alexander keeping his eyes glued to his laptop screen. He probably couldn’t meet her gaze after knowing what he knew.

“Laf, why don’t you bring in (Name)’s plate?” Hercules called, looking into the kitchen. “Probably just to make things easier for her.”

Lafayette answered in response, soon coming in with a sandwich. “Here you go, mon amour.” He hummed, pressing a kiss to (Name)’s head as he placed the plate on the coffee table in front of her.

“Thanks.” She mumbled, not looking up to meet Laf’s eyes. She couldn’t even find it in herself to pick up the sandwich and eat it.

“Something wrong, (Name)?” Alexander asked, finally looking up from his laptop. “You usually love Laf’s cooking.”

She had half the mind to tell the boys her reason for her loss of appetite.

“I’m fine.” She answered quietly, still not looking up at either Lafayette or Alexander.

John’s brows furrowed. “You sure, babe? You’re still not worried about your writing, are you?”

She opened her mouth to respond, but Hercules spoke ahead of her. “(Name), like I said yesterday, you’re doing such a great job getting Laf’s music sounding great. People love your lyrics.”

Yeah, that’s why I’m being dropped. She thought bitterly

“Herc’s right, (Name)” Alexander agreed, giving her a smile

Oui… You’re the best writer I’ve had.” Lafayette added, placing a hand on her shoulder.

At the feeling of contact, (Name) flinched away from the Frenchman’s touch. “I can’t do this.” She murmured before standing from her seat.

“(Name)?” John asked, putting his sketch book down.

The young woman quickly walked to the bedroom, hearing several pairs of footsteps following her.

Mon ange? What’s wrong?” She heard Lafayette ask.

“Oh, I don’t know Laf. What is wrong?” She snapped as she yanked open the closet door, pulling out her backpack. “Heard from your manager lately? Feeling a little hungover?”

“What are you saying? (Name) why are you pulling out your clothes?!” Alexander exclaimed as he walked into the bedroom. His brown eyes widened with worry as he watched (Name) pulling garments from the closet.

“Why are you and Laf keeping secrets from me?” She countered, sending a glare at the two men.

M-mon amour-

“Your manager is dropping me, you found out two days ago and you still haven’t told me!!” (Name) yelled, watching as Lafayette’s face paled and Alexander immediately looked guilty. “I had to hear it from the hallway while you were getting drunk in the kitchen while the rest of us were asleep!!”

Lafayette opened his mouth to speak. “(Name), I was going to tell you, I really was-”

“Oh, yeah I could tell the way that we were just talking about it.” (Name) scoffed as she pulled a couple pairs of pants, shirts, and underwear from her drawer. “I can’t be with you guys if you’re not going to be honest with me, especially if you’re just going to pretend that I’m not out of a job!”

“(Name), please don’t do this.” John tried to calm her down.

She shook her head, zipping up her backpack and throwing it over her shoulder.

“Wait! Just wait!” Alexander stood in front of (Name), holding his hands up to stop her. “(Name), you can’t walk out on us just because of this! Don’t be irrational!”

“‘Irrational.’ Are you seriously accusing me of being irrational?! Alexander, writing songs is my life! The fact that the manager of one of my partners doesn’t want me to write lyrics for him anymore, it’s just… Just…” She growled in frustration, fisting her hair. “You wouldn’t understand!”

Lafayette stepped up to join Alexander. “(Name), mon ange, mon amour, I’m sorry, I really am but please, I’m begging you-”

The woman pushed past the two of them, and she felt Lafayette’s hand wrap around her wrist in attempts to stop her.

“(Name), ple-”


The sound reverberated through the silent room, (Name) could feel tears prick her eyes as she stared at Lafayette’s shocked face. His hand released the girl’s wrist and moved it to his stinging cheek.

“(Name), what the hell?!” Alexander yelled, his brows furrowing in anger. “I know you’re upset but-”

“No fucking ‘buts’ Alex!” (Name) turned to him. “Living here while the rest of you guys are being successful and just living off you guys, I can’t be happy like that!”

“But you’d be here with us!” He replied.

“If I’m not doing anything, I just can’t be happy living like that! I need to do something while you guys are working!”

“What’s wrong with having some free time on your hands?”

“It isn’t free time if I don’t have work to get back to!”

Hercules tried to step in between the two. “Guys, c’ome on. We can just talk this out.”

“(Name), stop being an idiot about this.”

The young woman let out a sound of distaste and shoved herself past Alexander. “You’re such an asshole!” She exclaimed before storming out of the bedroom and past a speechless Hercules and John.

“Fine! Fucking leave again! But if you walk out that door, I don’t want to see your face around here ever again!”

(Name) scoffed again, turning around and meeting Alexander’s angry glare. “Whatever Alex. Say what you fucking well please, seeing as it’s pretty obvious about how you don’t care how what you say affects the people around you!”

With that, the young woman grabbed her phone off it’s charger, walked out the door, and slammed it behind her.

“So… You just walked out?” Eliza asked as she handed (Name) a cup of coffee. When the girl walked out of her apartment building, she called up Eliza to ask if they could meet up. She didn’t expect the Schuyler to bring her other two sisters.

“What else could I have done? They were lying right to my face and Alexander said I was being irrational and called be an idiot. I can’t let that slide.”

Peggy gave (Name) a sympathetic smile, reaching over and putting her hand over hers. “I’m sure this will pass, (Name)… You just need a little time.”

“I don’t know about that…” (Name) replied, sighing and shaking her head. “I slapped Laf, and the way Alexander was talking, he didn’t want to see me anytime soon.”

“Well, if you ever need a place to stay, you’re welcome to our couch.” Angelica offered.

(Name) smiled at the sisters, picking up her drink and sipping it. “Thank you guys… Really.” She jumped at the feeling of her phone vibrating in her back pocket. She pulled it out to see that Hercules was trying to call her. Probably trying to find out where she was or to get her back to the apartment. She sighed, putting the phone down on the table and letting it go to voicemail.

“The guys trying to call you?” Peggy questioned, looking down at her friend’s phone.

“Hercules is at least… John texted a couple times, but I haven’t heard from Alex or Laf.” (Name) replied, sighing quietly. “Alexander is probably still angry at me and Laf… Hell, he’s probably drinking away his guilt.”

“When did he start drinking?” Eliza questioned with a quirked brow.

The young woman shrugged. “He’s always liked to have a bit of a drink every now and again, but it’s usually wine with him… He’s been drinking more scotch, though.”

“A strong drink to forget about strong feelings like guilt” Angelica gave (Name) a look of sympathy.

“I know he feels bad about keeping this whole thing from me… But I would much rather them be straightforward and honest with me… Isn’t that what a good relationship is supposed to be?” (Name) questioned as she rubbed her forehead. “I mean, I went back to them after so long, we’ve been back together for a good few months!”

“Maybe… And I’m not suggesting anything really,” Angelica spoke, giving (Name) a cautious look. “But maybe there are still some feelings of betrayal and distrust?”

“Why would they not trust me? I’m the one going through this self-confidence and capability crisis.”

Angelica nodded. “You walked out on them once, found them and said you were sorry, then after a few months you walk out on them again after having a fight. Don’t you think that was a bit rash?”

“Of course I do. But when I’m being lied to by two of the people who say that they love me, how am I supposed to trust them?” (Name) sighed, sipping her coffee again. She felt bad about walking out on the boys again. She didn’t want to do it, but she couldn’t stand being lied to. Especially by any of her boys.

Eliza gave (Name) a sympathetic smile, putting a hand on the girl’s shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “You’ll figure this out, (Name). In the meantime, you’re more than welcome to stay with us until you do.”

“Thanks, Eliza… This means a lot to me.”

Peggy pulled her sisters into her room, careful not to wake (Name) as she slept on the living room couch. “Okay, we need to get the guys over here.”

“Peggy, (Name)’s just going through a rough patch right now.” Eliza tried to reason with her younger sister.

“Eliza, she’s been here three days, and she’s miserable. She turned off her phone and buried it in her bag so she couldn’t see the messages they were sending her.” Angelica sighed, glancing over to the closed door.

The middle sister sighed, shaking her head. “What are we supposed to do? Call the guys ourselves and tell them that she’s here?” Peggy nodded, and Angelica gave her younger sister a look that screamed ‘duh’. Eliza rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest at her sisters. “Okay, fine. Who has one of their numbers?”

“I got John’s when we met.” Peggy spoke, pulling out her phone from her back pocket. “I’ll give him a call, so soon enough they’ll all be back together and everything will be good again.”

Eliza sighed, looking back to the closed door. “I hope you’re right.”

The youngest of the three sisters dialed a number and put her phone on speaker, listening to it ring before it was picked up and a voice quickly responded. “Peggs? What’s up?” John questioned.

“(Name)’s at our apartment. You need to bring her home.”

“You couldn’t have called sooner?!” John exclaimed over the phone. The sisters could hear him groan before speaking again. “Herc and I’ll be over soon. What’s the address?”

Peggy quickly relayed it to him. “We’ll see you here soon.”

“Thanks, Peggy. We’ll repay you somehow, I promise.” With that, John quickly hung up.

The youngest Schuyler looked up at her sisters and gave them both a smile. “They’re on the way.”

“I just hope this was the right thing to do.” Eliza murmured, moving to leave her younger sister’s room.

In about twenty minutes, the sisters were moving to leave the apartment as John and Hercules made their way up the elevator. Angelica thought it best if they leave so that the three members of the relationship can talk.

Angelica looked back to see (Name) still sleeping on the couch. It wasn’t surprising considering how she had been feeling.

There was a knock on the door, and Eliza quickly opened it to see the artist and the designer, both looking tired, distraught, and relieved at the same time.

“Thank you guys so much for letting us know where she was.” Hercules murmured, noticing (Name)’s sleeping form on the couch.

“Of course.” Eliza replied, smiling at the two. “Just… Take it slow, she’s still very messed up about all this.”

“Be as patient as you can.” Angelica advised.

The two young men nodded, letting the sisters leave and close the door behind them. John walked over to the couch, a relieved smile making it’s way to his face as he watched (Name)’s shoulders rise and fall with her breathing. Hercules gently squeezed John’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to his head.

“It’s okay, we found her… We’re going to bring her home.” Hercules whispered to the freckled young man.

“I know.” John answered, kneeling down close to (Name) and pressing a kiss to her head, his hand moving to gently rub her shoulder. “(Name), babe… Wake up.”

The young woman stirred, rolling over onto her back. Her eyes cracked open for a moment, she blinked, and when she recognized that it was John kneeling next to her, she quickly bolted upright. “W-what are you two doing here?” She asked.

“We’re just here to talk, sweetheart.” Hercules replied, taking a spot on the arm of the couch. “We really missed you.”

(Name) looked from Hercules to John, letting out a sigh as she pulled her knees to her chest. “I missed you guys too… I’m really sorry for what I did, you guys didn’t deserve me walking out again.”

“And you know that Laf and Alex didn’t deserve it either.” John spoke, sitting next to (Name) on the couch.

She rolled her eyes, resting her chin on her knees. “That’s questionable considering they were lying to me about having a job.”

“(Name), Lafayette was worried about how you would take it, and he feels really guilty about what he did.” Hercules explained.

“And while Alexander wouldn’t admit it for the first night, he feels guilty about what he said to you. He understands what you’re feeling, and he wants you to come back.” John added. “He’s been dropped by editors and publishers before, and he just didn’t take into account how you were feeling.”

(Name) sighed, running a hand through her unwashed hair. “It isn’t just that… The only thing I know is writing songs, and the fact that Lafayette’s manager doesn’t want me writing songs for him anymore is just… Heartbreaking.”

“(Name), Lafayette fired his manager.” Hercules informed her.

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“Lafayette told him after the first night that if he didn’t like your songs, then he can forget about managing anymore.” John explained, smiling sadly at her.

Hercules nodded. “Ever since, he’s been drinking and camping out on the couch, and Alex has locked himself in his office… They’re messes without you home. They miss you, and want you back.”

“We all do.” John quipped, wrapping an arm around (Name)’s shoulder. “(Name), there’s always going managers, curators, editors, models, anyone is going to give us a hard time. But if we stick together, there’s nothing that the five of us can’t overcome.”

(Name) sighed, leaning into John and resting her head on his shoulder. “I know…”

“So… We need you to forgive them. We’re a family, sweetheart. We need to stick together.” Hercules reached over and put a hand on (Name)’s shoulder, giving her a smile.

She nodded, looking up at John and Hercules. She gave the two young men a small, timid smile. “Okay… I’ll come back.”

John’s face brightened and he pressed a kiss to the girl’s forehead. “Great… Let’s go home.”

Hercules nodded, pressing a kiss to (Name)’s cheek. “We’ll thank the Schuyler’s when we see them again. For now, let’s get your things together and head out.”

(Name) nodded, letting John pull her to her feet. She felt his arms quickly wrap around her in a tight hug, and Hercules did the same from behind. The young woman felt tears spring to her eyes, and she nuzzled her face into his chest. “I-I’m so sorry for walking out like that again… I-I didn’t mean to.” She whimpered.

“Shh… Baby girl we know, we know.” John murmured, pressing a kiss to her head.

“It’s okay. We understand.” Hercules agreed, resting his chin on her head. “Alexander and Lafayette will too.”

She nodded, wiping the tears that fell from her cheeks before pulling away from John. “Okay… I’m ready… Let’s go home.”

With every step down the hall, (Name) grew more apprehensive. She wanted to see Lafayette and Alexander again. She wanted to apologize, but she was worried what she would be facing. She had slapped Laf, she had yelled at Alexander, and she just walked out on them.

She had to face them again, but she was scared as hell.

“Don’t worry, (Name).” John spoke, giving her hand a squeeze. “We’re right here for you.”

“He’s right.” Hercules agreed as he carried her bag. “They’ll just be glad to have you back.”

Still, she was worried. When they reached the apartment door, her heart began to beat erratically. She looked to John, and he gave her an encouraging smile. Looking at Hercules, he gave her a comforting smile. She took a deep breath in, and opened the door.

Walking inside, she could tell that the place had gotten a little dirtier since she had been gone, but she wanted nothing more than to see Lafayette and Alexander. She could see movement from the kitchen, and guessed that it was Lafayette. She hiked up her courage and crossed the room to look inside the kitchen.

Spotting the Frenchman at the counter, watching as he reached up into the cabinet to pull down one of Alexander’s glasses. He opened an almost empty bottle of scotch and poured the last of it’s contents and quickly knocked it back. He coughed and muttered something in French as he scrubbed his face with his hand.

He looked miserable.

“Laf…” (Name) spoke, loud enough for him to hear.

The Frenchman froze for a moment before he whipped his head around. His face had paled with exhaustion, his facial hair was no longer neatly trimmed but scruffy, and his deep brown eyes were wide and frantic.

Mon amo-… (Name)” He stopped himself, gripping onto the counter to keep himself from running to her. “You’re back…”

“I am.” She answered, wringing her hands. “Lafayette… I-I just want to say that-”

She didn’t get another moment to say anything else before a pair of muscular arms wrapped around her form. She could smell the scent of alcohol just falling off him. He shook with sobs and he quickly muttered something in French. She quickly wrapped her own arms around Lafayette’s form, gripping onto his shirt tightly as her own tears returned.

“Lafayette, I’m so so sorry.” (Name) murmured, burying her face into his neck, taking in his warmth and scent. “I shouldn’t have walked out, I shouldn’t have slapped you, I shouldn’t have gotten mad-”

Non, non, mon amour. You should’ve been mad, I kept something so important to you from you and you deserved to get mad at me. I should have told you the day I found out, but I was just scared.” He cried, his tears wetting (Name)’s shirt. “I should have just been honest with you.”

(Name) shook her head, she stepped back and cupped Lafayette’s cheeks, her thumbs gently wiping away his tears. She gave him a tearful smile before pressing her lips to his. She could taste the scotch, as well as the stale taste of wine that he must have had earlier that day. Lafayette gladly returned the kiss, his lips melting back against (Name)’s as if she had never left.

The two stayed like that for a good few minutes before (Name) pulled away, Lafayette’s forehead pressing against hers as his tears continued to fall down his cheeks. “What can I do to make it up to you? How can I make this up to you?” Murmured the Frenchman.

“Let me keep writing songs for you. I don’t care if you have a manager or not, one who likes me or not, just please let me keep writing for you.” She whispered, wiping away his tears.

“Done and done.” Lafayette replied a small smile cracking his sad demeanor. “And can you please promise me that you won’t leave us again? Having you gone is painful for all of us…”

“I promise.” (Name) replied, laughing through her tears as they fell. She smiled at the feeling of Lafayette’s gentle touch brushing away her tears. When Lafayette looked up, she turned to see that he was looking at John and Hercules, both of whom were watching the two with fond smiles.

“Now then, why don’t you go see Alexander?” John spoke as he approached (Name). He gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze, smiling at her.

“Right.” (Name) sniffed, feeling Lafayette press a kiss to her temple. She gave him a smile before walking past three of her boys to walk to Alexander’s office. She could hear his quick typing through the door.

Taking in a breath, she opened the door. She saw Alexander hunched over his laptop, his back to the door as he sat at the desk.

“John, I told you to stop bothering me while I’m working.” Alex growled, not looking to see that it wasn’t John who had opened the door.

(Name) gulped before responding. “It’s not John.”

Alexander’s flying fingers stilled. He stood from his chair and slowly turned. (Name) could see that he had also paled and let his scruff go wild. His hair was a mess, the dark circles under his eyes had gotten darker, and his eyes were red. He had cried over this whole ordeal.

“What are you doing here?” He muttered bitterly. (Name) didn’t answer quick enough for his liking, so he quickly repeated himself. “What the hell are you doing here?! I told you I never wanted to see you again!”

(Name) flinched at his harsh tone, but she still held her ground, her tired eyes meeting his. “Alexander…”

“I don’t want to hear it.” He spoke, walking closer to (Name) “Do you think that you can just walk back in here and expect everything to be the same? Do you have any idea what your walking out did to to me and Laf?!”

“Alexander please-”

“You don’t tell us where you’re going or where you’re going to be!” He went on with his ranting. “Laf has been a mess, he doesn’t know what to do with himself aside from firing his manager!”

The young woman took the tongue-lashing Alexander was giving her, trying to not let her tears spill over her eyes. She deserved what Alex had to say to her after what she had done.

It was a good few minutes before he was done, and even still he was muttering things under his breath. He couldn’t even meet her gaze for a good few moments before he looked up, his red eyes meeting (Name)’s. “Why… Why did you do it again?”

“Because… I just couldn’t stand being lied to by two of the people who I’m supposed to love unconditionally and trust.” (Name) whimpered.

“Like how you left us the first time? We trusted and loved you and you walked out on all of us.” He snapped, causing her to flinch again as several tears fell from her eyes.

“Alexander… I apologized then, and I’m apologizing now… The last thing I want is to hurt any of you, and leaving three days ago was the last thing I ever wanted to. I just- I just needed to get away and think. I was alway going to come back, I just needed time!” She was full on weeping at this point, her hands moving to cover her face. “I-I love you guys so much, hurting any of you is something I would never ever want to do. B-but writing lyrics is my life, and the fact that Lafayette’s manager thought that I wasn’t good enough for him was just something I couldn’t stand for!”

Alexander watched the young woman as she cried. He noticed the other three standing in the door, Lafayette was wiping away his falling tears while Hercules rubbed his back comfortingly. John was giving Alexander an incredulous look, basically saying ‘What in the hell are you doing? Comfort her, you dumbass!’ The young immigrant sighed, rubbing his forehead before walking closer to (Name). His hands moved to hers that were still covering her face, carefully, he pulled away her hands to see her red and tearful eyes.

“(Name)… You’re such a wonderful writer… I knew that the moment we met in art school all those years ago. I’ve seen you grow as a writer so much, and your lyrics are incredible, the best I’ve ever seen. Lafayette’s manager was an idiot to do that to you, but Laf was just so scared about telling you what was happening. Herc told us that you were worried about how you hadn’t changed since you left the first time… How you were losing confidence in your writing. But I promise you, you’ve come so far.”

The girl sniffled, trying to wipe her eyes. Alexander chuckled softly before wiping away her tears for her. The boys watching made note that this was the first time Alex has smiled since she left. “A-Alex… I-I’m so sorry.” She sobbed.

“Shh… I know.” Alexander murmured, pulling (Name) in for a hug, one which she gladly took as she gripped onto his shirt. He sighed, resting his face in the crook of her neck. He let the girl cry into his shoulder while he reveled in the fact that she was home.

“I love you, you asshole.” She whimpered through her crying as she clung to Alexander.

Alexander let out a chuckle before pressing a kiss to (Name)’s shoulder. “I guess I deserved that… I love you too, (Name). I’m glad to have you home… And I’m sorry too, for everything that I said… I didn’t mean any of it, really.” He spoke, moving back to bring (Name)’s face to his so he could press a chaste kiss to her lips. His hands went to cup her cheeks, his thumbs wiping away her still falling tears.

As the two stood in Alexander’s office, pulling away from the kiss, the other three boys walked in. John put a hand on Alexander’s shoulder and Lafayette wrapped an arm around (Name)’s waist.

“Now then, since we’re all home again,” John began, smiling from Alexander to (Name). “Why don’t we all eat in tonight? It’ll give us all some time just… To be together.”

“I like the sound of that.” Hercules agreed, smiling down at his partners.

(Name) nodded, sniffling again. “I would like that too… I really would.” She spoke, wiping away the last of her tears.

Lafayette pressed a kiss to (Name)’s head. “It’s nice to have you home again, mon amour.”

“Agreed.” Alexander quipped, kissing (Name)’s cheek.

The young woman blushed at the attention she was getting, but still smiled at her four boys. “I love you guys… And I promise… For real this time, I’m not going to leave you guys ever again.”

And (Name) kept that promise, they all promised to stay together no matter what. It most certainly was kept, as stated by the rings they all wore, and the picture that they hung on their wall with all of the boys in their tuxedos and (Name) in her white dress.


In which you haven’t been in a relationship for a WHILE and there seems to be something going on between you and Chen (your work colleague) but you are v awkward and he tries to help you get over this awkward state and actually starting the relationship.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2536

“You and I, we have a lil something” [🎵 ]



“What about Baekhyun?”


“Oh, what about the new guy, Sehun?”

“Anyone that attractive definitely has a girlfriend”

Soohyun sighed in exasperation and theatrically banged her head against the table to convey her frustration. “Why are you so picky? Just find someone, anyone to date so you can stop complaining about being single.”

You scoffed and narrowed your eyes. “I’m not just going to pick anyone,” you scolded. “I don’t want a repeat of last time.”

“You need to let go of the past,” pressed Soohyun. “It’s what’s holding you back from putting yourself out there.”

“I know,” you breathed in defeat, leaning down to rest your head in the bend of your elbow and laying on top of the table. “It’s just been so long, I don’t know how to do that anymore.”

Soohyun rose from her position and turned her head, spotting someone across the company cafeteria whom you couldn’t see. Her lips ticked upwards before turning back to you and asking, “What about Jongdae?”

Keep reading

Not convinced

Originally posted by harleyfloyd

Written by Christina

Category: Fluff

Word count: 691 (this is a short one) 

Request: “#58 and #111 from writing prompt 11 when where Peter gets jealous cus the reader has been hanging around w a new guy friend? :)” by @hollxndtom

A/N: tbh, I had no idea how to deal with a jealous Peter, so if you think Peter would do something different, please let me know. I also tried to keep the reader gender neutral.  :) 

You laughed as you knocked on the door to Peter and May’s small apartment in Queens. That guy from your biology class offered to walk you to Peter’s after the lecture, claiming it was on his way to his own apartment. He also made you laugh at his biology-themed jokes.

“How are a teenage boy and DNA helicase the same?” The guy said, fighting a smile. You shook your head, knowing the joke would either be completely brilliant, or utterly lame. You glanced at him, cocking your head.

“How so?” You asked, fighting your own wide smile.

“They both want to unzip your genes,” The guy answered, bending over with laughter. You rolled your eyes and tried to contain your laughter. Right when your giggle burst from your lips, the door to Peter and May’s apartment opened, revealing a stunned Peter Parker. You straightened and walked through the door, saying your farewells to the guy as you went.

“See you, (Y/N),” The guy said right when Peter slammed the door shut. You glanced at him, confused. Peter stood next to you, a little closer than he normally does. His eyes were a little on the hard side, and his jaw was set.

“What was he doing?” Peter said, his voice a little dark. You recoiled, feeling your brow furrow with confusion. You and Peter were only friends, but you were beginning to feel a little more for the dork who had a love for science and saving people. You weren’t bold enough to do more than dropping a few hints at a relationship of more than friends, bt Peter was too oblivious to catch the meaning behind your comments. 

“He was just walking me here,” You explained, walking to the kitchen. “He said it was on his way to his place.” You reached the kitchen and dropped your backpack on the floor. You opened the cupboard that held the coffee grounds, filters, and mugs. You grabbed a filter and a mug when Peter spoke up.

“Really, now?” Peter said sarcastically, not convinced. You stopped and glanced to the side, seeing Peter, with his arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe.

“Yeah, Peter. He was just walking me here,” you repeated, filling the filter with coffee grounds, the scent making you inhale a little deeper.

“Where does this guy live?” Peter said, his voice right beside your ear. You jumped, dropping the coffee mug. Peter, with his spider reflexes, he reached his hand out and caught the mug, then straightened and set it on the counter next to you.

“Don’t do that to me, Peter!” You shouted in defense. Peter blushed a little shoved his hands in his pockets, resting his hips on the counter.

“Sorry,” Peter mumbled. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“What’s your deal, Parker?” You said in exasperation.

“N-nothing,” Peter answered, staring at his feet.

“You’re a horrible liar,” You said. Suddenly, Peter’s odd behavior made sense. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” You asked, a coy smile tugging on the corner of your lips.

Peter’s eyes bulged and he began to blush profusely.

“W-w-w-w-what?!” Peter stammered, shaking his head rapidly. “N-n-n-no way! W-why would I be jealous?” You smirked and nodded your head slowly, not convinced.

“Of course you aren’t,” You reassured, finishing up setting up the coffee and putting water into the machine. You pushed the ‘on' button and stood next to Peter. He was still staring at the floor, cheeks an adorable rosy red. You smiled, feeling your courage spiking in the heat of the moment and you planted a quick peck on his cheek. The gesture made Peter blush even more, and he tried to form a sentence, but it just came out to be a jumble of vowels and consonants. You smiled and walked to the end of the kitchen, grabbing your backpack.

“Let’s go to your room, shall we? I need your to explain oxidative phosphorylation,” You asked, flashing a bright smile at Peter as he still stood by the coffee maker, mouth agape and eyes the size of saucers. You walked by him, grabbing his hand, pulling him behind you.

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