ugh all i want is for this week to be over so i can chill for a month

imagine CEO namjoon.

Originally posted by cuteguk

  • what’s there to say? we already know he’s a great leader.
  • heir to the country’s largest publishing/printing firm.
  • also the greenest publishing/printing company in the country, like top five in the world, all thanks to namjoon’s initiatives.
  • he takes the whole inheriting business thing very seriously, determined to deserve the company and to be the best boss ever.
  • graduates early from a prestiged business school abroad and shares the responsibilities at the company to give his ageing father a break.
  • he’s so !!!! invested !!! in the health and happiness of his employees !!!!
  • wins All The Awards, for his green initiatives, planting trees, and making jobs, and protecting the environment ect, but also for having the happiest employees in the country.
  • he’s always arranging conferences and seminars for his employees to educate and encourage health/happiness/safety/equal opportunity/respect/ect in the workplace.
  • he works so hard to make sure everyone even down to the lowest branches are insured and that there are daycares and mom’s get the paid leave they need and deserve and that everyone gets and equal and fair wage.
  • bless him.
  • unfortunately all this work on top of his official workload means he doesn’t have much time to look after himself.
  • but in his mind he’s suffering is worth the safety and health of so many others he doesn’t even mind tho he’s kinda sad.
  • so, you work in the HR department.
  • and the head of the department fucks off on maternity leave and by some miracle ???? you get a hasty promotion.
  • no, you’re not really the head of HR but your function is pretty much the same and you don’t mind because the pay is goOD.
  • part of your responsibilities as head is to keep namjoon briefed on the general mood and concern of the people in his branch, i.e the large building full of people he feels directly responsible for.
  • he even has a whole suggestion box system, so once a week you just have to go through the notes people leave you and present a list to namjoon with a few possible solutions etc.
  • piece of cake.
  • except he’s hot as all hell.
  • i mean, it’s not a problem, far from it, he’s just very distracting.
  • but your meetings with him are the highlight of your work week so you do a really good job or at least you try, and also wear something nice.
  • and you think he’s just kinda clumsy and awkward.
  • but actually he finds you really distracting as well.
  • and your meetings are A Mess for the first month or so, until you get into the swing of things and get your shit together.
  • and the complaints he gets are never a big deal because everyone is happy and has nothing to complain about like ???
  • his secretary complaining that him playing smooth jazz all day in his office is getting kinda annoying and please would he play some classical or maybe bossa nova for a change.
  • or that his wacky ties and other questionable fashion choices are giving them a headache.
  • or jeon jungkook complaining about someone’s coffee breath again.
  • an anonymous submission says jimin is apparently??? too??? cute???
  • jung hoseok won’t stop moonwalking to the photocopier while humming thriller and it’s not even october and michael jackson doesn’t even moonwalk to thriller ugh ???????
  • yoongi keeps falling asleep at his desk and forgetting to go home at the end of the day.
  • harmless stuff like that. 
  • (namjoon stays late so he starts driving yoongi home because that’s just the kind of Great boss he is.)
  • and most of the time you two spend these meeting gossiping about drama between the departments and rolling on the floor laughing.
  • and you’re so in awe that someone can be so wonderful and selfless, making use of his privilege to protect people less fortune than him.
  • and your meeting are usually after lunch, so you come back from lunch to find him buried in paperwork and you begin to wonder, who takes care of him?
  • you ask if he had lunch and he’s like lol of course not have you met me
  • and you suggest postponing the meeting because there’s nothing urgent going on and you can take care of “kim taehyung keeps sneaking his dog into the office” on your own.
  • but he’s like “nO!!! please, our meetings are the only break i get, they keep me sane, they’re kinda the highlight of my week.”
  • and you sputter like ????? “im,,,what??? me ?? too?”
  • from that day on he starts taking you out for lunch every week and that way your meetings get twice as long.
  • and eventually you have to ask him, since nothing is going on in the office, “what about you, namjoon? how are you doing?”
  • and he thinks for a moment and he’s like “you know what, i feel kinda shitty actually.”
  • so you let him vent all his sadness and weird existential thoughts and angst for a few weeks and eventually suggest maybe he takes responsibility for his own health and happiness and maybe a good step would be to see a therapist?
  • and he does because he values your opinion and honestly it’s the only selfish thing he’s done in years and it makes him feel 1000001x better to have his concerns and ideas affirmed and listened to by a professional. therapy is cool, kids.
  • and one day shy joonie hands you a little poem he wrote you on a post-it, describing all the little detail he’s observed about him that makes his heart race and his head go all slow and foggy.
  • because he really,,,,,,,,,,,,, really likes you, and hopes this isn’t weird or anything if you don’t feel the same way that’s cool but he’s felt this way for a while and you’re the best thing that’s happened to him since this company and he just thought you deserved to know and he’s sorry.
  • and you have to like glue yourself to that dining chair so you don’t climb that dang table and throw yourself at him because namjoon is the most wonderful man on earth you treasure him and you want to keep him safe and happy because he deserves as much kindness as he’s prepared to give and he has nothing to be sorry for and you love him.
  • and he loves you too.
  • anyway, nsfw under the cut.

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fourth of july 01 | jjk

Originally posted by lose-yourself-in-trips

pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, angst, and slight smut
word count: 9k+
description: you and i were fireworks that went off too soon.

A/N: this is the first part out of two! this is based off the song fourth of july by fall out boy. also, a break symbolizes a new season and italics are a flashback!

01

It started 5 years ago. Your infatuation was peaked when your eyes came across the boy that is Jeon Jungkook. You were only 14 years old, 2 months younger than him, and your whole world changed ever since you met it.

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just acting, right?

pairing: lin x reader

prompt: au !highschool where you get cast as sandy and lin gets cast as danny and you guys have to kiss lol cooties

warnings: lots of fluff, i don’t think i swore ??

words: 2,269

a/n: !!! i love drama kids so much and i’m sorry if this like offends any of you!! i really hope you like this one bc i’m super very really extra proud of this and idek why but okay i love u all pls lemme know what you think ok goodnight xo



You and Maria were standing up against you locker. Maria was telling you about some new jeans she had bought and you were “listening.” Honestly, you were just looking at him. Not creepily - just, you know. It was Lin

Lin was talking to his friend Anthony, eyes flashing towards you every few moments. You blushed when your eyes made contact, looking down to your feet. 

“Are you listening to me?” Maria sighed, her words drenched in sarcasm.  

You scrambled for an excuse but sighed, “’M sorry. I just -”

“Hey, Y/N,” Lin said, interrupting you with easy grace. 

You took a breath, Maria quickly filling your void, “Hey, Lin. Are you auditioning for the play?" 

Lin smiled, nodding, "How about you?”

Maria put a sweet grin on her face, “Yeah. Y/N is going out for Sandy,” she put her hand to her mouth like she was telling a secret, “But she’ll deny it if you ask." 

Lin laughed when you scoffed, "I’m sure you’ll get it, what about you Maria? Rizzo?”

“You you suggesting something, Mr. Miranda?” She teased easily. 

Lin laughed and put his hands up in surrender, “I’ll see you ladies in there,” his eyes were bright, “Bye, Y/N.”

You forced a smile, groaning as he walked away. 

“I’m such an idiot,” you sighed, banging your head on the locker next to yours.  

“You’re not an idiot,” Maria said, pulling your shoulder back, “You just need a little more confidence around him.”

“And how does that happen?”

Maria giggled, “I don’t know! He’s a senior. In drama. It’s not like he’s that intimidating.”

“He’s popular,” you shrugged, slamming your locker and started walking to homeroom. 

“See you for auditions!” Maria winked, tossing some hair over her shoulder before walking the other way. 

What the hell did you get yourself into?


Auditions came quicker than you expected, and casting even sooner. So when Maria came over, eyes bright and smile big, you almost didn’t comprehend what she was saying. 

“You got Sandy!”

Well, you understood that. What you missed was, “And Lin is Danny!”


You felt comfortable, excited even. Maybe a little guilty towards the few senior girls who didn’t get the lead. And here you were as a junior playing Sandy. Still, that guilt faded when Lin gave you a hug on the first day of rehearsals, telling you how proud he was of you. 

The first day of practice was just a script run through. You hadn’t seen Grease in a while, so it was a much needed refresher. 

However, you reached some of the last few pages, and you saw the words: 

They kiss.

Then a few lines down?

Danny kisses Sandy more passionately.

You coughed awkwardly, blushing when Lin shot you a sheepish smile. In place of it for now, Lin blew you a kiss from three seats down. 

You let out an airy laugh, embarrassed a little. You should be happy about this, right? You crush is going to kiss you - twice. You should be happy. You are happy. Right?


Rehearsals continued for about a month before Alex came up at the end of a Friday. 

“Hey, Y/N, can you hold up a minute after?" 

"Ugh, yeah,” you said, putting your bag down. You wrapped a gray sweater around your body. 

“Hey,” a voice said, making you jump. Lin.

“Sorry,” he said, scratching the back of his neck, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No it’s, it’s fine.” At the sight of him, a smile rose on your face without permission. 

Lin opened his mouth to say something more, taking a step closer to you when he was interrupted. 

“Good, both of you are here.” Alex said, clasping his hands together, “So, I want to run the kiss on Tuesday, okay?”

You and Lin exchanged a look, both of your cheeks tinted pink. 

Lin raised his eyebrows at you, as if asking for permission. 

“Sure,” you said as confidently as possible. Still, you’re nearly positive your voice broke.


Monday night, Maria came over. She had gotten Rizzo and told her mom she was “running lines” wth you. In reality, she was trying to calm your anxiety. 

“Maria, I’ve never kissed a guy - what am I going to do? What if I’m a bad kisser? What if my breath smells bad? What if he never wants to kiss me again? Oh my gosh. I’m gonna kiss Lin - oh shit. Oh my gosh. I can’t kiss Lin! I - ”

“Y/N! Stop! You need to chill out. You’re making a track.”

You looked down to see where you were pacing, and sure enough, you had created a flat in the carpet. You sighed and flopped down on the bed. 

“What am I going to do?”

Maria looked to you on her side, “Didn’t you kiss that guy Jack? Just do the same thing!”

You let out an exasperated sigh, “We were like, eleven. It doesn’t count.”

Maria shrugged, “You’re gonna be fine. You just have to chill out.”


Tuesday morning rolled around and you were a zombie through all of your classes. Maria was a little nervous, but she was nothing compared to you. You were constantly replaying all the times you had run this scene and Lin would dip you and Eskimo kiss you or raspberry your cheek and just make you laugh. And now the thought of being near him made you as sick as it did a month ago at your locker.

Lin came up to you before rehearsal, biting his lips and practically bouncing.

“You sure you’re okay with this? I can talk to Alex and see if -”

“Yeah, it’s totally cool.” No, I’m a mess, you thought. “It’s just acting, right?” Wrong, I’ve had a crush on your for three years, you thought.

Something flashed across Lin’s face at that, but it was gone before you could recognize it.

“Cool,” he nodded before skidding away.

The kiss wasn’t until the very end of rehearsal, and for a moment, you thought he was going to postpone it until tomorrow. You checked your watch: 4:09. Practice ended at 4:30, so all you had to do was stall for -

“Y/N! We’re gonna run the kiss scene dry first, okay?” Alex called over. You sighed but nodded feebly. 

Lin was still bouncy, a little smirk on his lip though. 

“Start at the beginning of Act II, scene four, okay?” Alex said, but words were mushed together at this point. Lin was looking at you with bright eyes. Still, you couldn’t avoid the snickers you heard from the senior girls across the room, watching you with beady eyes.

You felt Lin - well, Danny - put his arm around you, signally your cue.

Is this okay?” You tried to sound innocent, like Sandy would.

You dialogue continued for a few more lines.

I should’ve given this to you a long time ago,” Lin said.

Now, you thought. Lin took in a small breath and everything was suddenly in slow motion. His gaze flashed to your lips then back up to your eyes. You flushed your eyes shut, leaning ever so slightly to feel his lips graze yours. You could feel his smile ever so lightly on your mouth, pulling him closer by the back of his neck. It was short and sweet, how the script directed. 

Danny fixes himself before saying, “I really like you Sandy.” Then, with more confidence this time, his lips found yours again. His lips moved like a melody over your own harmony. His hands were on your waist, pulling you closer to him in the prop car. You savored the kiss for a second longer before pulling away.

Take it easy, Danny! What are you trying to -” you paused when you heard the giggles of the girls in the black box, your cheeks immediately flushing red. Lin took notice of this, picking up where you had left off.

What’s the matter?” You couldn’t tell if it was Danny asking or Lin, so you rolled with the script despite the break in your heart. 

Why would he ever like you? He’s a senior. A popular senior. Lin wants a girl like them - popular, pretty, good at acting. Not you. Besides, it’s not like this was anything more than acting. 

So that night, before you left, when Lin asked if everything was alright?

You ignored him.


You only ran the kiss once more before the show during dress rehearsals. Lin was calm and collected through the entire thing, while you nearly got sick every time someone mentioned the show at all. 

The girls had gotten worse. You could feel their glare during every scene you had onstage. Still, you tried to block it out. One more week, and then this is all over.

It was around seven o’clock the day before opening night, and you were the last one in the theater. You were walking yourself through some choreography that you already knew by heart - you practically did it in your sleep. Humming along to the songs, you marked your dance. 

A crash made you stop. Turning to see who was there, Lin emerged slyly, a pint tint on his cheeks. 

“Hey,” he started. You offered a small wave but went back to marking your choreography.

“Hey,” Lin said again, this time grabbing your arm gently to stop your movements. 

“I’m practicing,” you tried.

“You’ve been practicing for two and a half months. You need to sleep now,” he tried.

You sighed, but nodded and started to pack your bag up.

Walking out of the theater, Lin ran to catch up to you. You were impatient, angry that you let your feelings get in the way and now you couldn’t focus and you were probably going to mess up the show and -

“Y/N?” Lin interrupted your thoughts, worry etched across his face.

You shook your head but started to walk away. Seamlessly, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him. You gasped when his hand went from his side to your cheek to push some hair behind your ear. 

His eyes flashed to your lips, the same way they did over a month ago on that Friday. You shut your eyes when you felt him close the distance, his soft lips gracing easily over yours, burning like a flame before sharply pulling away. You pointed at him, frustrated.

“Y/N, I -” you held up a hand.

“Just,” you paused, “Ugh!” 

You speed walked back to your car, not even turning on your lights as you skidded out of the parking lot. 


Opening night. 

It was going perfectly. You were beyond excited and even made small talk with a few of the senior girls. Lin tried to talk to you twice, but you would make up lame excuses as to why you had to go; each time leaving Lin sulking.

You had made it halfway through Act II, everything going off without a hitch, when it happened.

It was (obviously) the kiss scene, and Lin was an amazing performer. His lines were sharp and crisp, his attitude perfected, and his everything. He was ridiculously talented, and no one could take that away from him. So when he screwed up a line, you were not expecting it.

The first kiss was sweet, simple. And then it happened.

I really like you, Y/N,” he said, kissing you before he realized what he said. His lips touched yours with the same passion he was directed to but this time with a fire so bright it could burn. This kiss was different; it didn’t feel staged. You pulled away breathless, almost forgetting your line.

Take it easy, Danny! What are you trying to do?” You played, snapping him back into reality. Some of your lipstick had gotten on his mouth. You bit back a smile.

Your heart soared for another five minutes before you caught a senior glaring at you again. Annoyed, you fixed your lipstick and changed into your next costume.

The rest of the play continued, smooth sailing until the final bow. 

Lin held your hand tightly, squeezing before giving leading you forward for one more bow. 

You practically sprinted out of the theater, makeup half off and a pair of sweats thrown on with a teeshirt. You had nearly made it out of the school when he called out.

“Y/N, wait!” He was dressed similarly to you, wearing the Grease shirt you had gotten. 

You turned on your heel to face him, brushing a stray curl off your forehead. 

“You did really well out there,” he smiled.

“Thanks, you too.” You said as you pushed down any feelings you had for him, even ignoring his ‘I really like you, Y/N,’ slip. “See you tomorrow,” you tried, starting to leave.

“Wait!” Lin said, grabbing your hand like he had done just a day before.

“Lin,” you huffed, “I don’t know what you want me to tell you!”

“Tell me you felt something too,” he said immediately. “Tell me that, that - that wasn’t acting. That couldn’t be just acting, right?”

You took in a sharp breath, “But all the girls -”

“Y/N,” Lin laughed. His eyes were wide. He wet his lips before continuing, “You’re the only one I like.”

Your head shot up, “Wait, you like me?”

He took a step forward, a giggle bubbling out of him, “I’ve been flirting with your for months, but thanks for noticing.”

Your surprise was short lived when he took another step forward, lifting your chin with his finger before pressing his lips to yours. 

New keys•Shawn Mendes

Request: Can I please request an imagine where the reader makes breakfast for Shawn to celebrate him moving into his new condo and make it all cute and fluffy!!

A/N: Hello Anon! I changed it up a bit, hope you still like it and thank you for the compliments! ✨💖 ugh this week was painful, all I need to do is crash and sleep for a month😩 One more request to write then request’s will be open again! enjoy!

Warnings: N/A

Originally posted by stallingdemons

MASTERLIST: come and check out some of my other mildly average writing!


He had cut you a pair of keys the minute he bought the place.

He had said that it would make things easier, that you could chill at his place while he was on tour and maybe even water the plants please? And like, maybe vacuum every now and again, ooo how about throw the food out when it goes bad? Babe, hey babe you listening? Why’re you looking at me like that? Ow! Hey stop hitting me!

Him cutting you keys to his new condo was a step forward for your relationship. You liked the fact that he knew he could trust you, and you couldn’t deny the warmth that blossomed in your stomach when you saw how excited he was on his tour of his new home.

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@i-can-hear-my-sins you were saying something?

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“Clothes?”

“Check!”

“Movies?”

“Check!”

“Drinks and snacks?”

“Check and check, we are ready to go!”

It was Friday and that meant one thing. Movie night. Though it wasn’t so much a movie night more so a sleepover arranged by Chloe and Michael to deal with their… problems. It had started a couple of months ago when Michael spilled the beans on his crush on Jeremy after an unfortunate event during lunch. Jeremy had started to go on about this new movie coming out in the next week or so and how he wanted Michael to join him.

“Hell yeah dude! I’m totally up for a get-together next weekend!” He beamed, happy that his best friend chose him to go to the movie first instead of Christine.

“You two going on a date?” Came a voice from behind them. Michael whipped his head round to see Chloe with her lunch tray, obviously joking with the two. It didn’t stop Michael’s brain from processing the thought though, leading to a bright red face.

“Haha, no way Cloe.” Jeremy joked, completely oblivious to the fact that his best friend was burning up with embarrassment beside him. Chloe on the other hand noticed immediately. She pulled him away after class and refused to let it go until Michael had told her everything.

In hindsight, the event wasn’t so bad as Chloe told Michael about Brooke not long after and so, movie night was born. Again, it wasn’t so much a movie night. The two just called it movie night for everyone else’s benefit.

So here they were, spread out on Chloe’s bed with ‘Titanic’ playing on her TV. Chloe had managed to convince Michael to let her paint his nails, something she was very keen on doing to all those who enter her room. He had wanted rainbow nails but Chloe said that would have been too difficult, so he just went with purple.

“How’s the situation with Jer?” She questioned, continuing her art on Michael’s nails. He groaned in response.

“Don’t get me started Cloe. He’s completely oblivious! He wouldn’t notice a full on World War 3 if it hit it right in the face.”

“Have you tried-”

“Yes I tried the flirting tips you gave me. Nothing. Zilch. He just thought I was teasing him. And his stupid smile! He started laughing and smiling, his eyes lit up and- ugh!” Michael flew his arms up in the air in frustration. “It’s not fair Cloe!”

“Hey careful! You’ll smudge them,” she replied, carefully lowering Michael’s arm so she could start on the other hand.

“He’ll realise one day, the dude’s all over you. I got a phone call from Christine last Tuesday saying how horrible her date went cause he wouldn’t stop talking about you.” She giggled, thinking back to how frustrated Christine has sounded that day.

“Did she really?”

“Yeah… it was hilarious… Though I suppose I couldn’t blame her, I haven’t had much better experiences.”

“Is this about the ‘date’ with Brooke a few weeks ago?”

“Yes! Ugh don’t even get me STARTED Michael! Do you know what it’s like to sit in a cafe listening to your crush gush over some boy?! 'Oh Taylor looked so good today Chloe did you see him? He got his second piercings last week, they look amazing! I should get mine done. What do you think I would look like? Would Taylor like them? God he’s so hot and sexy and-”

“Chloe! The nails!” Micheal exclaimed. Chloe broke out of her rant and looked down to where she had apparently started to paint Michael’s finger instead of his fingernail.

She sighed, reaching for the remover. “Sorry Mike, I just couldn’t stand it. You know what I did? I stood up, and walked out. WALKED OUT! ON BROOKE! Right in the middle of her conversation with me… I feel awful but I had to do it! She started talking about what she would look like with a nose ring and I just couldn’t stop myself from imagining it…”

“Bad move.”

“Yeah tell me about it. She looked hot, like 50% hotter.. how is that even possible?” She laughed, smiling to herself as she did so. She had never really thought about it before, but it was nice to be able to do this - to have someone to talk and rant and gossip with without having to worry about what others thought about her for doing so. Michael didn’t judge, he just listened. It was relaxing.

Across the mattress, Michael was having the same thoughts. He had never really considered Chloe a friend before she found out about his secret, but he didn’t regret it for a second. Having Chloe to go to every other Friday and having her sit there quietly listening to his problems, it helped. Jeremy was the only person he could turn to the past few years but this was something he couldn’t help with, something he had to hide from his best friend. He hated it, hated keeping secrets from him. But at least he had Chloe to get him though it.

“So, what do you think?” The voice snapped Michael out of his trance. He looked up to see Chloe smiling at him, gesturing to his hands. They were painted a bright lilac, perfectly shaped and no spillage whatsoever.

Micheal sighed and smiled. “They look great, Cloe.”

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 Request:  Can you do a Chris Beck x reader where Chris is teaching new NASA recruits and the reader is one of the students and they are both super attracted to each other and like smuuuttt please

Pairing: Dr. Chris Beck x Reader

Warnings: language, unprotected sex (please use condoms), mentions of hospital stay.

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

Originally posted by my-dragons-fell-out

My first day as a NASA employee, you could say I’m nervous. But also so excited for this new chapter in my life. I was at a horrible time in my life, I was constantly sick for about 3 months, been to doctor to doctor to doctor, and no one seemed able to help me. I had given up hope, and the only person I was relying on more than anything, my boyfriend of 3 years, went ahead and cheated on me. And you know what makes it even worse? It was cliche, he was cheating on me with my best fucking friend, and I found out on the day I found out what was wrong with me. I had just found out I had sepsis, and they caught it just in time. I was hospitalised for 3 weeks while they pumped antibiotics and fluids, while battling depression. Neither him nor her came to see me once in the hospital. Once I got out I had a new lease on life, and so far I’ve never seen either of them again. I enrolled for the NASA recruit program, and I was accepted. I’m here today, about to met my instructor. I’ve met a few of the students, and they’re pretty cool so far.

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Infatuation

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Word Count: 2128

Request/Summary: It’s your turn to show the bullies from high school you were successful in the love department, but there was a mild problem, you were single. (Fake Dating AU)

Warnings: angsttttt, cussing, should be it

Tagging: @serkewen12 @ariadne1004 @merrahonthawall @bethbat @deltablue202 @blueco16 @alienxsara @bad-hatter @mersers-moonypadfoot-prongs @gonnamurderyou

A/N- Finally got it done! This is the last part of the Restraint series! I hope you like it. Special thanks to @angry-and-yandere for helping me out.

Masterlist | Ask Box | Restraint | Stupidity | Infatuation | Fantasy


“Hey yo Diggs, is there any chance you could come to a dinner thing with me? Somehow my mom figured out we were ‘together’ and wanted me to bring you…”

“Ye-” Stupid. Daveed remembered. Stupid. He went silent,

“Daveed?” You asked after a few moments of quiet.

“You know what, sorry Y/N, I can’t.” He held his breath, “Sorry.”

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Often (Sebastian Stan Imagine)

A/N: young!seb what else do you need? 

Song Inspiration: Often by Abhi Dijon 

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Cold hands and beer cans
That’s how we used to chill

“How do you always have the hook-ups when it comes to alcohol, Seb?” Y/N marveled at the cooler filled with beer cans and hard liquor. “Seriously, holy shit. And where do you get the money from?”

“Don’t stress about it.” He gave her a toothy grin. “Let’s just get fucked up tonight, yeah?”

She smirked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Let’s do it.”

You took the Dodge from your mom
And parked it up the hill

On top of Signal Hill, Y/N and Sebastian would sit on the hood of his father’s car and drink and laugh and eat and stay there for hours. Y/N wasn’t a party girl. She never got drunk with anyone else besides him. She was a good student, always have and always will be. He, on the other hand, is okay. He hangs on his schoolwork with the usual C’s, sometimes B’s when he’s lucky. 

But they were best friends. They were best friends since their high school freshman year. Ever since he bumped into her twenty times a week on the way to his classes. The universe just kept giving them signals that they should be in each other’s lives.

Although Sebastian thought they were being pushed together because it was their destiny, Y/N, at the time, didn’t think so. She was being chased after by a guy, a year older than them both when their friendship first started. The boy was popular already, making the varsity team of all the sports he joined. The typical jock falls for the cute nerd type of love story.

But Sebastian stuck around in hopes that one day, her feelings will reciprocate his. 

You said
“I can’t wait forever”

“I wanna be an actor.” He exclaimed aloud, taking a swig from his Budweiser can. “I wanna be an actor and I wanna be known for what I do. I think that’s why I’m not the best in school. Because its not a way to express yourself creatively, you get me?”

Y/N just laughed, glancing at him. “Dude, you’re just pissed drunk right now. Which you shouldn’t be because you’re driving, loser.”

“Oh, shit.” Sebastian said, his eyes widening in realization. “We can crash here for a few hours right? The seats recline.”

“The things I do for you Stan.”

“Oh yes because reclining a chair and sleeping on it is such hard work compared to me putting my life on the line every time I pick up our drinks from some sketchy guy in an alley. Sure, Y/N.”

“Hey, you said it was no problem!” Y/N argued. “I never asked for you to do that, you did that all on your own.”

“You’re right, sweetheart. Blame me.” He couldn’t help but stare at her face as the words left his lips. “But seriously, I wanna be an actor.”

“But seriously, if that’s really something you wanna pursue, then I’m 110% behind you for that.” 

Verse from a radio
Feet above the wheel

“Ugh, tell me again why we do this every month when we get this sick afterwards?” Y/N groaned, leaning against the car window as she props her feet up the dashboard.

“Oh, suck it up. You’re almost 21, you need to get used to this because once we’re legal, we’re hitting every bar in town.”

“Seb, we have 5 more years until we’re 21, we’re barely 17.” She chuckled. “And you do realize drinks cost money, right? Are you gonna be working?”

“Well duh!” Seb made a face at her. “Actor, remember?”

“Oh yeah, my bad Mr. DiCaprio.”

“Mr. Stan.” He corrected. “Just wait on it, Y/N. People will know my name.”

Y/N smiled. For a second she felt sober. She wanted to remember the look on his face as he talked about his passion. “I have no doubt that that will happen, Seb.”

“Thanks, Y/N.” Seb’s smile became wider as a familiar tune filled their ears. “I love this song.”

She just watched him as he screamed out lyrics to an irrelevant song. Sebastian made up his own drunken dance moves and stumbled over lyrics but he was having the time of his life. Y/N knew that there was no way she would let him walk out of her life. Not soon, not ever. 

Leaning back in the backseat
It’s like the world was still

“I wish I could stay in this moment forever.” 

The sky was dark but the city was lit up. With all the lights from buildings and show lights on the busy Saturday night. It was 11:30 PM and they could hear the faint noises coming from a concert a few miles back. 

Seb looked over at Y/N who was leaned against her palm, tapping her finger along with a random beat in her head. He thought she was beautiful. She was glowing. Always, no matter what she did, no matter the time of day. She was always glowing. The feelings he had for her were insane. It was killing him to keep them hidden. He watched the many, many, guys try to get with her with flowers and cards and chocolates. But she turns them down almost every time. He was relieved every time she does it. It gives Seb more time to make his own move on her.

“Do I have something on my face or something?”

“No, no.” He looked away immediately, looking at his side mirror. “I didn’t realize I was dozing off in your direction.”

“Oh, okay.” 

You said
“I can’t wait forever”

“I like you.” Seb blurted out after fifteen minutes of utter silence between them. It wasn’t awkward, it was rather comfortable. “Scratch that, I’m in love with you.”

“Seb, you’re drunk.”

“Exactly.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If I wasn’t drunk, I wouldn’t have had the guts to tell you this. Y/N, I’m in love with you.”

“Seb, we both know you’re just too out of it right now. We’ll talk about this when you’re sober.”

“Y/N.” He whined. “Listen to me. I am sober enough to know that my feelings for you are real. They have been here since you were dating what’s his name? The jock guy?”

“Matthew?”

“Yeah, him. I have had feelings for you since Matthew was in your life.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, “That was two years ago.”

“I waited two years to tell you how I feel. I couldn’t wait anymore. I can’t wait forever.”

I remember the windows were fogging
And we were nodding off ‘cause we both were drunk

The car windows were foggy the next morning. They rolled all of them all the way up to keep as much coldness out of the car. Y/N got cold easily. 

In the middle of the night, Sebastian woke up and took off his hoodie and draped it over her body. He knew her cardigan wouldn’t be enough. Y/N slept with two blankets during summer nights. 

Sebastian dreamt that he never said anything to her that night and that their friendship was still bulletproof. He was afraid now because when he wakes up again and she remembers it all, what would she say? Does she feel the same way? Does she not?

He barely slept that night. And the car seat being uncomfortable wasn’t the only reason why. 

I had my hands in your pockets
And a cop came and he woke us up softly
I think of that often

Sebastian woke up to a light tapping on the car window. He rubbed his eyes, squinting as the blinding sun pierced through the windshield. He rolled down the window to see a policeman. 

“Son, the park is closed at this hour. I’m gonna have to ask you guys to leave.”

“Yes, of course, officer.” Seb apologized, starting the engine. “I’m sorry.”

As he pulled away from the parking spot, he took a glance at Y/N’s sleeping state. Her hands somehow found their way inside the pockets of his hoodie. It was a sigh he wanted to remember forever. 

It was only 6:27 AM, he didn’t expect her to wake up until at least two hours from now. He reminded himself to drive slowly to not cause her to stir so much. He watched out for little dips in the road and kept the radio turned off for the one hour ride home. 

He didn’t want to wake Y/N up. He was dreading her response.

Do you remember that letter I sent you
That winter when we were seventeen?

“So you’re gonna be gone the whole winter break?”

Y/N nodded, “Yeah seems like it, and a little bit after that.” 

“That sucks.” He frowned. “Who am I supposed to spend Christmas with now?”

“Your family, dummy!” She laughed. “Spend time with them. It’s the holidays.”

“They’re not as fun as you, but okay.” Sebastian wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “I guess I’ll just have to mail your present to you.”

“Thanks, Seb.” Y/N’s gaze shifted and she was looking at her feet. “About the other night…”

His heart started beating fast, removing his arm from her body slowly. “What night?”

“The night at Signal Hill.”

“Oh, that night.” He laughed. “I don’t remember anything from that night.”

Y/N’s heart broke. He was just drunk. He didn’t feel the way she did. That was just plain obvious. But of course he felt the same way, he was just too chicken to risk if she feels the same too.

Sayin’ that I wish we’d get married
And we could pack our bags and run away from all our problems
I think of that often

“Dear Y/N,

I told you I would mail your present to you. Did you think I was playing? I don’t play like that.

Well, merry christmas. I have a lot to say to you that I never said before. First off, I’m so glad you’re in my life and that you’ve stuck around for two years dealing with me and my problems. I can’t imagine my life without you now. Second of all, I hate the idea of us moving to New York together. It’s so overpopulated there. It doesn’t seem that great- wait actually, scratch that. As long as I’m with you, I’ll live in an overpopulated, crappy city.

Lastly, Signal Hill. I remember everything from that night. Every detail. I don’t know why I didn’t tell you before. But I am in love with you. I’m so in love with you that it hurts me sometimes. You make me feel things I never thought I could ever feel. You make me feel like how they feel in the rom-com movies you drag me to. Like that. I look at you and I think, ‘wow, i can marry this girl.’ Maybe that’s too straight forward for you but I don’t really care anymore. I’m tired of hiding out.

I love you, Y/N Y/L/N. So so much. Merry Christmas.

- S. STAN. xx”

I’m wishin’ I could find you
I’m wishin’ I could tell you something
I think of you often

“Seb?”

He turned around to see a face he hasn’t seen in two months. Y/N. “You’re back! Oh my gosh, you’re back. How was the trip?”

She stayed silent for a while. “I’m in love with you, too.”

-

My Last Imagine: Kiss Me Slowly (Bucky Barnes Imagine)

MASTERLIST

Fork in the Road

Originally posted by stefinkas

Pairing: Dean x wife!Reader, Sam
Word count: 1,728
Warnings: Character death, swearing, suicide

Final Part of Last Chance


Months passed, seasons shifted, and so did Dean. Some days you weren’t sure how to even act because you never knew what mood he was in. He was so all over lately. You’d mentioned it, but it really didn’t accomplish much.

If his mood was sour after a hunt, you understood. However, him getting snippy with you wasn’t fair. You’d barely speak to him on those days, keeping yourself occupied. That way, he could pout in peace, and you wouldn’t be hurt because he got annoyed.

When summer came along, both kids were out of school. They’d reached the rivalry stage, and would go from playing nicely, to fighting like cats and dogs. Dean had left on a hunt the day before school let out for the summer. Then, cases had been back to back. It had been almost a month of no Dean, and you were at your breaking point. All you wanted was one evening to lock yourself away from them arguing, yelling, screaming, or getting into trouble.

A couple times he’d Skype’d them purely to talk to them about it, and that would help for about an hour. Until one kid took the car the other wanted. Then it was right back to it.

One night mid-July, you texted him. They had been at it since the second they woke up- at 4 that morning. Not once did they stop bickering. Not even food helped.

Babe? Are you busy? Can I call you?

What’s up?

I’m stressed out. The kids are wearing me thin. I need some kind of break. Please?

Babe, they’re kids. Can’t be that bad. Lol

Are you kidding me?! You’ve been gone nearly a month. That’s a month of parenting these two alone. A month of fighting over fucking cars, and who gets the goddamn red plate.

I think it’s you that needs to chill.

…I’m not even sure how to reply to that…

Just calm down. You’re getting too worked up. This case should be over soon. Just breathe.

Night.

Oh, come on!

No, go. Enjoy fucking around at a bar with Sammy.

Not fair. I enjoy a beer or two at night. So what? It’s relaxing, and it’s what we do. Not like I’m not stressed over here.

Not even close to the same, Dean. You can shut out for the night. I can’t.

With that, you put your phone on silent and rubbed your temples. How the hell could he try to turn this around on you? You didn’t want to argue with him anymore. Lying down, you let out a sigh to try to get some sleep. Just as your eyes shut, your daughter woke up. “MOMMY!” She called out, thus waking up your son.

“Fucking great.” You groaned, getting out of bed.

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Do You Believe?

Original Imagine: hi! I love your writing! it’s absolutely amazing! I was wondering if I could have a one shot request where the reader gets critically injured bc Barry wasn’t fast enough to save her. super angsty and sad? thank you! @zbvbble (Sorry it took so long Sweetie! hope you enjoy, cuz it almost killed me!)

Reader Gender: Female

Word Count: 2,000

Warnings: ANGST. SO MUCH ANGST. UH. OH MY GOD. I’M SO SORRY.

Author: Contrygal7

Originally posted by angelwings4barryallen

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If I didn’t believe in you.

The words cut deep into your head, the first thought of the day and recalling fights hurt. This isn’t the first time you’ve heard those words, though. Of course the first time wasn’t nearly as depressing.

No.

The first time it was warm. A fuzzy kinda warm that slowly seeps its way into your bones almost as if its igniting your entire body in a tantalizingly slow burn. The early morning sunshine, the whole world cascaded in a pink tint, as it fell lazily over the small bedroom in your even smaller studio apartment that you currently shared with your full time boyfriend part time superhero, Barry Allen.

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anonymous asked:

yooo could we maybe get headcanons for how the tale, fell and swap skelebros would react to finding out their S/O was pregnant?

( *Oh hey, I just did an imagine on the skelebros finding out the details of human childbirth, so this is the follow-up to that! Enjoy~. )

UT!Sans:

His eyelights go out, and he’s completely still for so long that it seems as if he passed out standing up.  Pregnant?  So.. so it’s possible for a monster and a human..?  Okay, now he’s doing all the research he can, trying to make sure that this cross-breed spawn isn’t going to kill his S/O.  He’s not worried about raising the child–he raised his brother, after all, and he did when he was fairly young himself.  He’s just worried about the logistics and how society is going to handle this and are there going to be experiments involved and oh crap he'shavingapanicattackhelp.

While he tries to act supportive, he’s actually off in his own thoughts most of the time, so he comes across as distant.  He still makes puns and has that grin plastered on his face, but he’s sleeping even worse than usual, and it’s putting a strain on his laid-back facade–and his relationship.  There’s a whole mess of misunderstandings in his future.  

UT!Papyrus:

He’s absolutely OVER THE MOON EXCITED!  THERE’S GOING TO BE A BABY/BABYBONES IN HIS FUTURE AND IT’S GOING TO BE HIS?!  WOWIE!  THIS IS GREAT!  The first thing he does (after the initial jumping for joy and hugging his S/O) is update his status on the Undernet.  The world must know that he’s going to be a SUPER AWESOME DAD!  He reads every manual on childbirth and pregnancy he can find, and his S/O isn’t going to be doing anything soon.  Heck, she’s only two months pregnant, and he’s insisting she doesn’t lift anything and giving her foot massages every night.  He’s the type that’s going to make sure she eats a careful diet with just the right vitamins and nutrients, and he’s the perfect doting father.  The baby’s room is fixed to perfection within a day, and by the time the pregnancy is reaching its end, he’s a well of information.  Yeah, he’s well-prepared and a rock the entire time.

US!Sans:

His first response is excitement because WOWZERS, HE’S GOING TO BE A DADDY!  HIM!  THE MAGNIFICENT SANS!  AND HIS S/O IS GOING TO BE A MOTHER!  THEY’RE GOING TO DO THIS TOGETHER!
But.. then he remembers the conversation he had once upon a time with his neighbor about her being cut open, and his excited grin slowly fades.. and his eyesockets start watering.. and then he’s sobbing into his S/O’s stomach and shouting incoherent apologies.  He’s inconsolable, and his S/O is beyond confused and a little hurt.  Stretch has to be the one to explain the situation, and the S/O ends up comforting Blueberry and insisting that she’ll be all right.  After a gentler explanation of childbirth, Sans seems to take the news better, and he spends the rest of the night cuddling his S/O and asking questions like “WHAT DO YOU THINK THEY’LL LOOK LIKE?” or “DO YOU THINK THEY’LL LIKE PUZZLES?” and “WE NEED TO COME UP WITH A NAME BEFITTING A BABYBONES AS MAGNIFICENT AS OURS!”

Stretch ends up helping the both of them prepare for the baby because Blueberry can barely focus on one single task before he’s bounding to another, he’s so excited.

US!Papyrus:

Well, holy crap, he didn’t think it was possible for a monster-human child to be conceived and yet.. here’s his S/O, holding that little stick with the plus sign on it. The details of childbirth still don’t freak him out, but the responsibility of being a father does.  Sure, he raised Sans (and he still dotes on him as if he’s still a babybones sometimes) so he has experience… but this is a hybrid child.  He has no idea what to expect, and that terrifies him.  

So… he simply stares at his S/O when she tells him, and he’s quiet for a long time.  Finally, he gets a cigarette out of his pocket and starts to light it up, but she snatches it from his teeth before he gets it lit and tells him he can’t smoke around her anymore.  His hands are shaking, but he hides that by stuffing them in his pockets and leaning back into the couch.  

“ok.”

And that’s… all he says.  It’s like he checks out, even though his demeanor never changes.  If she presses him (“Okay?  Is that all you have to say about this?”), he’ll shrug and mumble “congrats.”  


Things go south fast and he doesn’t see his S/O for a solid week.  But after a talk with Blueberry about how “YOU’RE GOING TO LOSE YOUR HUMAN IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR LAZY BUTT OFF THAT COUCH, PAPY!”, the gravity of the situation seems to kick in, and he goes over to his S/O’s house for a long conversation.  Things get better, and while he’s still absolutely terrified, he actually starts to get excited over the idea of having a child of his own with his S/O.  

UF!Sans:

He starts sweating immediately.  His eyelights are extinguished.  Is there a sudden earthquake, or is he shaking?  What’s that sound?  
… Shit, that’s the sound of his bones literally rattling.
He’s going to be a dad.  Him.  Much like his counterparts, he raised Papyrus by himself in a rather harsh Underground, so he knows he’s capable of raising a child in this cushy Surface world, but.. still.
“a-are y-..you sure?  absolutely.. p-positive?”  Ugh, his stutter’s rearing it’s ugly head.  "i-i mean, are you.. do you want.. i.. i’m really..“

*i’m really not good enough for you, sweetheart.

But, he doesn’t finish the sentence.  Instead, he holds onto his S/O tight and spends the night trying to envision what his life will be like as a family.  He’s planning out everything the child will need, and even trying to come up with names.  By the next day, he’s actually.. happy.  However, he’s still going to have the occasional Dark Day where he feels like something horrible is bound to happen (because, really, there’s no way things can be going this good for him) and he takes those feelings out on everyone around him.  

UF!Papyrus:

NOPE, NOPE, THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING, THIS IS ALL JUST SOME HORRIBLE NIGHTMARE!

Edge is still scarred from that childbirth video he watched.  He was so scared that any kind of intimacy could lead to a pregnancy, but his S/O had kind of laughed off his fears.  She didn’t think it was possible for him to get her pregnant, and so he had finally given in to his desires.. over and over again.  

Okay, maybe he was wrong about the whole yelling thing being the ultimate stress relief.

“YOU SAID YOU DIDN’T THINK THIS COULD HAPPEN!  ARE YOU EVEN SURE IT’S MINE?!”

… Yeah, he went there.  He didn’t mean it–he’s just absolutely terrified–but he still said it.  His S/O curses him, flips him off, and stomps out.  Then, he’s REALLY terrified because now he screwed everything up.  Did he just lose his child and his S/O?!  UGH, WHY IS EVERYTHING ALWAYS HAPPENING TO HIM??  He spends the day calming down and trying to come to grips with the fact that he’s going to be a father, and he stays up ALL NIGHT LONG researching human pregnancy.  The next day, he swallows his pride and apologies.  He’s holding a bag of pickles and ice cream, which only confuses his S/O, but then he launches into a big explanation of how he educated himself last night.  Well, at least he’s trying.  

He becomes fiercely protective the entire time and his S/O can barely even go to the bathroom without him trying to follow her in.  Edge has no chill for the next 9 months, and even less once the child’s born.  Sans ends up having to take on a lot of responsibility because Papyrus FLIPS HIS SHIT over every little thing.  

Breaking... Ch.12

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A/N: This chapter took way too long because I wasn’t planning for it but it’s here now so let’s go y’all! I’ll get back to the main plot next chapter I swear!

Wordcount: 3609

Warnings: Blood, slut shaming, taunting, cursing

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Breaking Trust

You felt the impact send waves through your skull, they reverberated through your brain. Bouncing off the bone. You were falling past the ground, it seemed like the ground faded from under you. Varying shades of grey were around you and sticking out like jagged stone; but as it faded out to white you felt the familiar wrapping of silk around your body. Just as you saw the end of the gleaming fabric, one of the pieces wrapped itself around your leg and dangled you above your point of exit. You stared numbly into the light, you couldn’t see anything beyond it but you could hear something faint. “Miss, I’m going to need you to step back and leave the room! The doctor needs room to work.” It was a woman, she sounded older and frustrated. “No! Please, I need to be here with her! Y/N! Please, wake up!” Another woman said, she seemed much younger than the first and her ton was frantic. Her voice was familiar. “Damn it all! She’s drifting off! Miss L/N, do not fall back asleep!” An older male voice called. You tried to fight the silk and reach out towards the voices but it was no use. The silk raised you up as you struggled and flung you the way you fell. You flew through the air, past the white, past the rocks and into the light you came from.

             Your eyes shot open as you gasped for air. You were laying on some kind of couch and you felt the warmth and light from a fire nearby.

“Well, at least you’re finally up.” A female voice said curtly. You looked around to see a woman standing by a door. Her clothes were similar to yours, only her bodice was orange and had longer sleeves. “Honestly, you’re lucky to be alive at all. If Mr. Burr had not seen your horse, you would certainly be dead.” Mr. Burr? Her voice was cold, her hair, skin and eyes all matched that tone. Icy.

“Where am I?” You asked as your frantically sat up. She chuckled at your panic.

“I shall inform Mr. Burr of your current status. Wait here.” She ordered you and walked out of the room. What the hell happened? The last thing I remember… You touched the left side of your face and winced. You felt some sort of bandage along your left temple and although you couldn’t see it, you could feel how bruised your face was. There were footsteps coming toward the door so you stood up, you still felt a bit dizzy but you quickly steady yourself. In walked in a familiar man, dark skin, wearing a deep purple and a pleasant smile.

“I see that you are awake. What was your name? Titania, was it?” He asked.

“M-Mr. Burr, sir! Um, that’s what I am called yes?” Am I lying? He nodded and sensed your confusion about the situation.

“I heard a commotion outside my door at sun rise and saw a horse with gear standing on my lawn. I recognized it as belonging to Mr. Hamilton and decided I should send it back to his estate but it was acting rather strange.  It kept moving away from me whenever I approached and, although it was probably foolish for to think it, it seemed to want to show me something. Low and behold you were not even a twenty meters from my home. I brought you back and called for a doctor, you had a terrible head wound but he said that you would wake up soon. Luckily he was correct, the sun has just only begun to set.” He explained. That’s crazy! Seriously universe? Why do you have to be such a bitch to me?!

“I don’t know what to say… Thank you, Mr. Burr! You really saved my life! I don’t know how I can thank you enough let alone repay you for this!”

“No need for thanks, I couldn’t just leave you out to die now could I? And in terms of repayment, I shall talk with Alexander about that.” Talk with Alex…Fuck… He’s not supposed to know about what happened! And hell I’ve already caused them enough trouble, why do I have to be like this?! He’s going to have to pay money for my idiocy! Ugh! He could read your disappointment as if you were actually saying it to him.

“Is something the matter?” He asked. Fuck.

“No, no, no, no, no! That’s perfectly fine! It’s just… I don’t exactly like having other people pay my debts but I suppose I’ll have to just live with it.” This is going to be bad when they get back… He closed his eyes like he was thinking about something. You couldn’t read his expression at all, which was something that Alex frequently complained about him. He was elusive.

“I have a proposition for you then, Miss Titania.” What?

“A proposition?” You asked.

“My wife you see, has fallen quite ill and we are a bit short of staff. I am aware that the Hamiltons are up town for the winter. Perhaps, while they are away, you could lend your services to help around here.” He offered.

“Seriously? Thank you so much, Mr. Burr! I just really don’t want to cause any problems for Alex and I’ll work really hard to make sure my debt is paid-“ He shushed you.

“Talk less.” Wait, what? “I will take that as a yes, however there are some rules you must follow.”

“Oh, um, of course.”

“Things are done very differently around here than at Alexander’s. You are at the Burr estate now and you must behave as such. Based on how you have worked at the Hamilton’s I can tell that your personality is rather… loud. That will not be the case while you are with me. Talk less, smile more. That is how you shall operate. You will be expected to hold a demeanor of calm and collectiveness at all times. I will not tolerate anything less, is that clear?” You were surprised by how serious he was while speaking to you, you were actually taken aback. I suppose not everything could be as accepting as it is with them… Even with the terms being so out of character for you, you knew you had to try. So you agreed to the conditions.

             That night you were given back your horse and set out for the estate. You felt slightly uncomfortable with having to ride again after what happened but it was your only option. You were going to be a maid for the Burr’s and would have to leave at dawn every morning to get there on time for work. You got back home, led the horse back to the stables and went inside. You hastily prepared a fire to ward off the chill in your bones. You weren’t sure why but you didn’t have a good feeling about this.

Dear Starlight,

             It already feels as though I have been away from you a century, has it truly only been a month and a half since I have seen you? I miss you, I miss our conversations, I miss your lectures, I miss your voice, your spirit, your passion. I miss it all, everything down to the way you hold a teacup as though it could fall apart in your hands. It is very quiet uptown; I do not think I like the quiet though. It feels empty and, dare I say, a bit lonely without you by my side to share your thoughts on this world we live in. Everyone else misses you as well. Father and Mother have been telling Grandfather all about you, he seems to find you quite charming. Angelica says that studying is becoming a bore without you there to give her alternative methods of remembering her work. Even Alexander, James and John seem quite withdrawn; specifically, they long for one of your fairytales. I have no idea what they are talking about but it has something to do with a fruit that can show you everything you desire? Or was it about gaining knowledge from it? It sounds fascinating, then again, everything about you intrigues me. It is surprising to think that it has not even been an entire year since our first meeting, I feel as though I have known you my entire life. Although since we are on a similar subject, I have some rather exciting news. My birthday is next week! I shall be turning sixteen, soon enough I will no longer be considered a boy but instead a young man. However, I only care about that title when it comes to you. Your wit and luminosity may suggest you consider me an equal. Yet, does that mean your heart sees me as such? I wish not to be considered a child in thine eyes, a boy who becomes as red as a blooming rose over his frivolous romanticized fantasies. I do not think the word ‘different’ quite fits how I see you, perhaps extraordinary would be a better term? You are not like any of the other maidens I have encountered; you are bold, utterly silly and stubborn in every wondrous way. You are the brightest star is the sky, the North Star. Others gaze upon you and wonder where you shall lead them, while I can only hope that you will take pity on a soul deprived of your love, a soul left completely helpless. I see your eyes and smile in the night sky, Lord knows that I have prayed. I have prayed that you will leave your celestial heaven and keep beside me. Is it not embarrassing? Even on paper I cannot articulate what I am feeling without becoming muddled. Perhaps it is best if I wait to express myself when I meet you at the end of February. Until then ma cherié, please do not forget to write. I know you must be busy as to not have the time to write but that shall not stop my own writing tendencies, your words bring me more joy than you could possibly imagine.

Sincerely yours,

P. Ham, your sunshine.

Your mind and your heart were telling you two distinctly different things by the time you finished reading Philip’s letter. Why does everything have to be so complicated?! You held your head in your hands, trying to decide what to do next. It’s been two weeks since you started to work for Aaron Burr and to say you hated it would an understatement. You’ve never felt so restricted in your entire life, it was huge reality check for you. Not everything could be all feminism and modern like it was with Alexander. Proper etiquette hangs over your head constantly, you never expected Burr to be as uptight as he is. It isn’t all bad though, Mrs. Burr is actually quite lovely. She tells you many stories of her younger days when she’s well enough to speak cohesively. Honestly, the best times were when she was awake, it always gave you the chance to take a breather from Aaron. He wants to be by her side as often as time allows, he acts like a completely different person around her. He’s happy. That doesn’t last too long though, and Sarah doesn’t help much either. Sarah was the maid that was ‘by your side’ when you awoke at the Burr estate. She’s kind of, maybe, the worst person. She frequently taunts you for the position you’re in and tries to accuse you because of your relationship with the Hamilton’s. “I know what you did, who knew a man would actually defend his whore.” When you asked her what she was trying to imply she said. “I wonder how the son reacted to learn that his whore was also his father’s. I believe I would pay to see such an encounter!” No matter how many times you try to convince her of the truth, she just shuts you down and claims that a prostitute will do anything to hide her sins. First of all, I’ll do what I damn well please with my body! Second of all, I DID NOT have an affair with Alexander! Seriously, I thought this whole situation was over! You didn’t have time to read the letter before you had to leave for work, so you took it with you. You heard footsteps from beyond the door you were behind and quickly hid the letter in your bodice. You stood up from where you were sitting at the dining room table, taking your spare cloth off of your apron and using it to wipe the table. You know, to make it seem like you were working even though there was nothing to clean yet. Sarah, cold looking as ever, came bursting in.

“Good morning, Miss Home Wrecker. I will be taking care of Lady Burr today, which means you will be in charge of everything else for the day. I suggest you be on your best behavior, or else you shall receive quite a tongue lashing from Mr. Burr… Although you probably want that!” She snorted as she left you alone to fester in your anger. Fuck you too, Sarah! Okay Y/N, calm down. It’s only for another five or so weeks. I can do this! Just put on your best smile and suck it up, buttercup! You took a deep breath and left to take your normal rounds. Things were going relatively smoothly, at least until mid-day approached.

             You heard a carriage drawing into the ‘driveway’ as you started to call it. Ugh, a visitor… Normally, you wouldn’t mind having to greet a visitor, but you haven’t had to deal with any of Burr’s guest yet. You weren’t excited. Nevertheless, you did what you were taught, you walked over to the door and smiled sweetly. You heard footsteps and you opened the door, closing your eyes to block out the brightness from the light hitting the snow outside.

“Welcome to the Burr estate! What may I do for you today?” You asked in a bubbly voice.

“Well I’ll be damned.” Oh no. Please let it be a hallucination! Please let it be a hallucination! You slowly opened your eyes and to no surprise the first thing you see is a bright color. Magenta. The whole image started to fade in, Thomas Jefferson, in all his horridness, was standing in front of you. On top of that, you had to greet him with a smile and give him hospitality. I’d rather shut the door in his face… You bit your tongue and moved out of the way for him so that he could enter. “Well, well, well, Miss Titania! I would never guess I would find you here. What brings you? I thought Hamilton was away for the winter?” He gave you a mischievous grin as you shut the door behind him.

“Simply working, nothing worthy of noting.” You said through gritted teeth. He chuckled, but before he could retort, Burr’s voice echoed from the nearby staircase.

“Hello Thomas, forgive me but my wife is awake at the moment so I must focus on her. Miss Taylor, please make him some tea.” Can I pour the tea on him?! You nodded to the demand, you couldn’t exactly say no. You turned and began to walk towards the dining room.

“Take a seat, I’ll be back with your tea shortly.” You lashed, obviously annoyed. He smiled, but he didn’t sit down.

“Actually, I would much rather follow you. I hate not having company and personally, I’d say you make some pretty fine company.” He raised his eyebrows up slightly. This bitch… You shot him a thin smile and turned to walk into the kitchen, rolling your eyes as he trailed behind you. You began the tea preparations, hoping that he would at least give you the pleasure of not speaking. You were not granted that pleasure.

“How have you been Miss Titania?” He asked, your back turned to him.

“Fine.” You said insipidly. You began to heat up the water and turned to find Jefferson a few feet away from you.

“That’s a rather noxious injury you’ve got there.” He pointed and traced out in the air the slight crescent shape from the stitching on your left temple. You covered it up with your hand. “May I ask how that happened?” He asked with curiosity in his brown eyes, you spoke as you walked past him to grab the tea box.

“It seems that I am no equestrian, Mr. Jefferson.” You said with dun. He clicked his tongue.

“I see.” After that, things went silent for a moment. You got out the teapot and made the tea, now all that was left was for you to set up the tray and cups, you assumed Burr would join him shortly. You set the tray down, picked out he saucers, the cream and sugar as well. You grabbed one of the tea cups with both hands, careful not to drop it and as you picked up the second one, Thomas spoke up.

“How has Philip been recently.”

Crack, shatter, puncture, warm.

             Some glass fragments from the delicate cup began to trickle from your seizing hands, the pieces digging into your palms. You whipped your head around, shock was etched into his features and it only grew deeper when he saw the burning hatred on your own.

“Don’t ever! You do not have the right to ask me about him after what you did! You made him hate me! Even if it was only for a day, it killed me! You do not deserve the grace of hearing his effulgent name, let alone say it!” You spat, you had had enough. You couldn’t hold back anymore, you were tumultuous. You felt like crying, screaming, and being sick all at the same time. He doesn’t deserve to know how wonderful that family is! He almost ruined them! He threw his hands up to show peace.

“Whoa, perhaps it would be best to calm down.” He said in an oddly soothing voice. You wanted to yell, don’t tell me to calm down! But you realized something.

The cup

You opened your hands and the rest of the glass fell to the floor, there were tiny cuts on your hands and blood prickled out from the ends but that’s not what you cared about. Fuck! You crouched down onto the ground and frantically began to pick up the pieces, gathering them up in your apron cloth to hold them.

“No, no, no, no! Burr’s going to kill me!” You spoke breathlessly and then a voice you really didn’t want to hear.

“Why am I going to kill you?” Burr asked dryly. He looked down at what you were doing, his expression blank. You hated that look, it made you even more fearful than most things. The idea that he could be thinking of anything and you wouldn’t know terrified you enough as it was. But now it was directed at you. You were about to apologize, try to convince him it was an accident and that you were sorry but you were interrupted.

“I dropped my cup, you know me Burr, my senses are never quite right when I’m around a pretty lady! I’ll pay for it, don’t worry about it!” Jefferson laughed. What? What’s he doing? Burr sighed and shook his head, rubbing his temples, which he commonly did when he was stressed.

“Seriously, Thomas? You can’t stop your womanizing for even a second? Well… It’s not the good china so I suppose no harm was done. I came in here to tell you that we shall head to the cabinet in a moment, I just have to get properly dressed first. It’ll only be a moment. Taylor, please clean up this mess.” He said as he turned and left the two of you alone once more. You quickly gathered up the rest of the glass and stood up, making sure it wouldn’t fall out of the sides of your apron, the edges you holding lightly between your fingers. You turned to look at Jefferson.

“Why…? Why did you cover for me?” You were dumbfounded, he took a deep breath.

“I know how Burr can be, it was honestly just better to say that I did it. Besides, I’m not a scoundrel all the time you know?” You disposed of the glass as he stepped closer to you. He was only a foot away from you by the time you noticed, he held out his hand.

“May I see your hands?” He asked calmly. You reluctantly showed him your hands, he held one in each of his and inspected them closely. “Hm, you should be alright. Clean them up, use a cloth to stop the bleeding and if anyone asks, tell them you slipped on the ice outside.” He instructed, you nodded along, still a bit confused.

“Why would you help me? Don’t you hate me or what I stand for or something?” He sighed at your question.

“Listen, I will admit that my accusations were under a false pretense, that I apologize for. I wasn’t asking you about Philip to be antagonizing, I was genuinely curious. I talked to James a while back and he told me about what you said. ‘I don’t care about my name’ All you care about is everyone else’s wellbeing. You could say it put things into perspective for me. Why would a whore care about her ‘lover’ and not have it be about money? Why would Hamilton write an entire pamphlet to protect the dignity of one mistress but incriminate the other? It doesn’t make sense, unless I’m wrong and that you truly had nothing to do with it. It was presumptuous of me, and for that I am very sorry. When it comes to Philip however, I am rather close to Angelica and we have discussed the two of you the recently. So do not worry, I get it.” He let go of your hands and gave you a soft smile, walking past you towards the exit into the dining room. “I should meet with Burr, perhaps I shall meet with you again in the future, Titania? It would be a real shame to not see your pretty face again. Au revoir, mademoiselle.” He waved goodbye to you with that same grin on his face. What just happened? Is he not an asshole 24/7? You were left to stew in your questions for a bit, but you eventually followed the directions he gave you, pushing the questions to the back of your mind. Which then made new questions form.

What am I going to do when they get back?

Teuvo Teravainen #4

Requested by Anon:  Imagine where the READER asks out the guy in his native language? Preferably any Finn please! Maatta, aho, Teravainen, Lehkonen, etc.

*I chose Teuvo!! I wanted to do it with Artturi Lehkonen but I just had to do it with Teuvo because… you’ll see! The trade plays a huge deal in the story. :) Thank you and I hope you enjoy!*

Word count: 1, 164

Originally posted by darthtulip

The pizza was getting colder by the second and no one gives a damn. On a normal basis, your mouth would be running at 300kph by now because you hate cold pizza. This time, though, your hands are beating the pizza in the temperature department. All you can think of is how your hands will freeze to death in the middle of North Carolina winter and not because of the weather!

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anonymous asked:

Could you possibly elaborate on the whole "Farkle discovering the patriarchy" situation? Thank you ever so much.

omfg okay do I need to put a warning for ~biological feminine situations~ or can people be mature? They can? Rad.

I’m setting this in 10th grade but before Farkle and Riley start dating.

  • Okay so it’s a normal Saturday night, Farkle’s home alone and is just chilling on his laptop. It’s like…Maybe 8:30
  • He was alone on a Saturday because The Flannels were on some away game or something and Riley and Maya had the Matthews’ apartment to themselves allll weekend and made a big deal about having a Girls Weekend
  • So suddenly he gets a text from Riley right
  • “How much do you love us??”
  • So he just sighs and responds “What are you gonna make me do now?” because the girls only use that line when they want something lol
  • “MASSIVE EMERGENCY. CODE RED. My whole family is gone.”
  • “Yeah, I know, that’s why you’re having a girls night???”
  • “MY MOM TOOK THE LAST BOX OF PADS WITH HER BC OUR CYCLE’S SHOULDN’T BE STARTING FOR TWO MORE WEEKS BUT THEY CAME EARLY AND WE’RE GONNA DIE”
  • “Literally what are you talking about?”
  • “Code Red??? Periods, dumbass. We have been caught off guard and are now trapped and dying. Can you run to the drugstore for us?”
  • “NO???”
  • “Maya says to tell you that if you don’t save us she’ll come to your house and free bleed on everything you love.”
  • “If she can get to my house she can get to a CVS???”
  • “FARKLE.”
  • “RILEY.”
  • “You were so much more chivalrous in middle school.”
  • “12 year old me would’ve fainted in the tampon isle and you know it.”
  • “Farkle I cannot just bleed all over my house all weekend. Be the hero I know you are.”
  • “Ugh”
  • “We’ll let you sleepover and stay for girls weekend??? We have the ability to order you a pizza with banana peppers and extra garlic right now.”
  • “If you’re trying to bribe me right now then I better be receiving a DAMN GOOD mani-pedi in the morning.”
  • “Of course! So you’ll do it???”
  • “I’m literally already halfway to the drugstore calm down woman I left the second you said Code Red😂😂😂😂“
  • “Wait what??? Then why were you pretending you weren’t gonna help???”
  • “Because now I’m getting pizza and a mani-pedi??😂“
  • “…I hate you but Maya seems to be more grudgingly impressed.”
  • “I tend to have that effect on a lot of people.”
  • “Asshole.”
  • “She says to the boy who’s supposedly saving her life. Okay, are there like specifics I need to look for here or…?”
  • So she gives him the specifics bc Maya likes tampons but Riley feels safer in pads because everyone is different~
  • Okay so Farkle gets to the store and he’s looking for the isle right
  • And he finds it and
  • “wtf Riley why are these boxes like 10 bucks each???”
  • “Oh don’t worry Farkle we’ll pay you back when you get here!!”
  • “No??? You will not??? Omfg do you actually have to spend $10 dollars every month on pressed cotton or whatever it is???”
  • “Actually I usually go through two packs each month so $20. But I can just get the other pack later it’s fine.”
  • “20 DOLLARS??? BECAUSE YOU AREN’T PREGNANT???”
  • “…Farkle darling calm down.”
  • “I am calm but???? This is so dumb????”
  • “Listen I fully agree with that sentiment but if you could hurry up a little that’d be great??”
  • Except now our young Minkus is looking around the rest of the ~Lady Aisle~
  • And he’s seeing all the razors and shampoo and conditioner and shave gel and deodorant and everything else and he’s like…wtf
  • “Riley was is EVERYTHING so overpriced in this aisle????”
  • “Because it’s the women’s aisle???? Our lives are overpriced????”
  • “But???? WHY????”
  • “Bruh did you really not know about this???”
  • “Is this a common thing holy shit??”
  • “MAYA’S SCREAMING.”
  • “Why?”
  • “ARE YOU FINALLY DISCOVERING THE PATRIARCHY????”
  • “Possibly???? I don’t know????”
  • “FARKLE THIS COULD BE A BREAKTHROUGH. OH BOY.”
  • “Why am I only noticing this weird pricing now tho???”
  • “You’re a white boy who’s part of the 1% sweetie the patriarchy exists for you.”
  • “oh????”
  • “But no babe it’s always been like this???”
  • “Like?? Everything is cheaper in the men’s aisle how does that make sense to anyone??”
  • “IT DOESN’T”
  • “THEN WHY????”
  • “SEXISM.”
  • “WHAT THE FUCK”
  • “Those tampons you’re buying are taxed too”
  • “HOW????”
  • “They’re viewed as a luxury product or something idk man.”
  • “BUT???? YOUR UTERINE LINING IS SHEDDING??? YOU CANNOT CONTROL THAT???”
  • “WE ARE AWARE”
  • “WHY THEN”
  • “FARKLE IT’S SO EXPENSIVE TO HAVE A VAGINA I CAN NOT EVEN BEGIN.”
  • And then Riley is just telling him all this shitty stuff and Farkle is just standing in this aisle in a drug store getting his ass educated and he’s getting more and more frustrated and pissed off omfg
  • Like people walking down the aisle are lowkey getting afraid they just see this 15 year old boy texting furiously fast with a huge scowl on his face and sometimes his eyebrows will shoot up in surprise only to quickly knit themselves back together in anger
  • Riley’s listing everything she and Maya can think of he’s standing there for like 10 minutes omfg
  • “How much underwear can you get with $50???”
  • “Like???? A lot???? Packs of 5 only cost like 3 bucks????”
  • “I went to Arie the other day with a $50 gift card and I was able to purchase exactly 1 bra and 2 pairs of underwear.”
  • “W H A T.”
  • “EXACTLY.”
  • “THONGS ARE THE LEAST AMOUNT OF FABRIC REQUIRED BTW”
  • “THIS IS SO STUPID AND I HATE EVERYONE INVOLVED”
  • Maya and Riley are just. screaming back at home bc finally someone is getting this
  • But eventually it gets to a point where they gotta be “Kay Farkle we sent you out 20 minutes ago we REALLY need the stuff now”
  • “SEE??? YOU CAN’T CONTROL IT! THIS IS A MEDICAL THING WHY IS IT SO EXPENSIVE???”
  • “Honey I know and when you get here we can scream about it in person and then Maya and I can give you all different examples of patriarchal capitalism and the 3 of us can spend the night in blissful righteous fury like we were always meant to I promise but please calm down enough to buy the goods??”  
  • “What else can there be besides what you’ve spent the last 10 minutes ranting to me about holy shit???”
  • “Like…They make girls pants with fake pockets so they can sell us handbags.”
  • “…FUCK.”
  • “Maya and I can think of more examples while you’re on your way here okay pumpkin? Will that make you feel better?”
  • “What would make me feel better is knowing my two best friends don’t have to overpay because of their gender???”
  • “Well, hate to break it to you honey, but that’s been going on for a while. For literally all women. I’m sure the pay gap doesn’t help the situation either.”
  • “PAY GAP???”
  • “Oh HONEY.”
  • “I AM SO ENRAGED ON YOUR BEHALF RIGHT NOW HOLY SHIT”
  • And now Riley’s just sending a barrage of texts like “Farkly take a deep breathe”, “Sweetheart just hurry up okay” stuff like that but he’s not even opening them this is the first time he has like 6 ignored texts from Riley Matthews but now he’s busy
  • He gets what he came here for- and grabs two extra boxes so he could save them a later trip like Riley mentioned- and now he’s rushing around the store right
  • He gets like 3 cartons of ice cream omfg cookie dough and mint chocolate chip and vanilla. He grabs a box of tissues and a DVD of ‘The Proposal’ on sale
  • He gets a big bag of m&m’s, a huge Hershey’s Special Dark bar, and a couple packs of those over priced Pepperidge Farm dark chocolate chip cookies omfg
  • He also gets some motrin and a 2 liter bottle of that super sugary blue raspberry soda that looks like it’s 98% percent chemicals and is the girls’ guilty pleasure
  • Slams it all down at the register and it’s a girl ringing him up, she looks like she’s maybe 20, she just sees all this and sees the anger in Farkle’s eye’s and smiles sadly and nods at him omfg
  • He nods back as he takes his bags and she fucking salutes him as he walks out of the store
  • Okay so the girls are in the apartment desperately texting Farkle because the food they ordered just got here and they can’t keep it up with the toilet paper stuffing much longer they have to change that shit every few minutes
  • Suddenly Riley gets a text from Farkle and she’s hoping it’s gonna say ‘buzz me up’ but instead:
  • “HOLY SHIT I JUST ALMOST GOT MUGGED I’M LAUGHING SO HARD RN”
  • So they’re screaming in panic because their pet dork was in trouble and they can’t help???
  • “FARKLE ARE YOU SERIOUS???”
  • “100% THE GUY PULLED ME INTO AN ALLEY AND SLAMMED ME INTO A WALL AT KNIFE POINT OMFG”
  • “THEN WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING??? ARE YOU OKAY???”
  • “I’M LAUGHING BECAUSE HE TOOK ONE LOOK INSIDE MY BAGS AND SAID, “OH. SORRY BRO, GO SAVE YA GIRL.”😂😂😂😂“
  • “F U C K”
  • “I KNOW”
  • He’s rushing to the apartment and sure he’s shaken up but he’s laughing. Riley’s staring at his messages with her mouth hanging open in shock and Maya’s on the floor laughing omfg
  • Riley turns to Maya and starts to say “He’s gotta be joking about this, right?” when immediately Farkle kicks the door open
  • His jacket is ripped and his hairs messed up. His nose is bleeding looks broken and there are a few small cuts the look like they definitely could’ve come from a knife omfg
  • But he puffs out his fucking chest and tosses all the bags onto the couch and just yells “I. P R O V I D E.”
  • The girls are shrieking with hysterics omfg
  • Once they get situated so they’re no longer free bleeding they try to clean Farkle up a little bit and Maya makes a crack like “This is what happens when you become aware of the patriarchy” omg
  • They’re also extremely grateful for everything he went out of his way to buy and are trying to pay him back and he’s not hearing it omfg
  • “Farkle this bill goes over 100 dollars we’re paying you back” “If you try I’d just use the money to buy you more shit okay leave it alone.”
  • They finally give up lol
  • They can’t get his nose to stop bleeding tho and suddenly Riley gasps in realization and throws a fucking tampon at him
  • He groans but finds it actually works quite well
  • Maya took a picture of him and he flipped off the camera lol
  • Okay so Riley’s like ‘scream about patriarchal capitalism now or later?’  and they look at the giant mountain of food they have- the girls ordered two pizzas, cheesy bread, and garlic knots, plus everything Farkle had brought lol.
  • Farkle just sighs and says “Pass me the Goddamn cheesy bread and get Ryan Reynolds beautiful face on the television pronto, it’s been a long fucking night.”
  • “Sweetheart it’s been, like, 40 minutes…”
  • “Long. Fucking. Night.”
  • So they settle in for a night trying to relax while watching romcoms and eating way more than they should lol
  • Maya gets all the screenshots of Riley’s convo with Farkle and jokingly posts them, and the picture of him she took, online and titles it ‘Farkle Minkus Discovers The Patriarchy And Immediately Gets Mugged’ lmao
  • She puts her phone away for the rest of the night and doesn’t think about it again as she and her two best friends cuddle with each other and try to eat themselves to death
  • So the next morning Riley and Maya are doing all their Girls Day activities they already planned- spa, movies, mani-pedis, they were trying to be super cliché you know- except now they have Farkle with them lol
  • They don’t mind having him there at all and as worked up as he got last night, some relaxation could potentially save his life rn
  • So like halfway throughout the day, they’ve stopped at a Starbucks before heading to the movies, Maya realizes she hasn’t checked her phone all day
  • So she pulls it out and
  • She has so many notifications??? wth
  • She checks what going on and realizes with a gasp. Holy shit. The post with all the screenshots went viral.
  • She didn’t even tell Riley and Farkle she posted them in the first place omfg she’s trying to explain this to them
  • It’s literally already become a meme. People are using the picture of beaten up, middle finger throwing, scowling Farkle with a tampon sticking out of his nose as a reaction meme h o l y s h i t
  • Some people are just quoting some of the things he said for meme joke purposes
  • The three of them are just quietly screaming in Starbucks omfg
  • It progressively gets bigger omfg
  • Like some news outlets are talking that it shed a great light on sexism and shit
  • And how teenage boys/some men in general can be oblivious to things like this until it literally slaps them in the face
  • Also everyone just found his reaction very amusing and a little sweet lol
  • So yeah like it eventually dies down but it was definitely a thing for a while omfg
  • All his selfies on Instagram were suddenly full of comments “HE PROVIIIIDES” lol
  • When Farkle grows up and gets into politics he bans the tax on feminine products lmao
  • So yeah that’s the time Farkle got his ass educated, got mugged, and then the OT3 accidently started a meme
  • My beautiful children
the bank job/crime & punishment

alright. let me start off by saying i’m sitting here with a cup of tea because i think i’m in shock. ugh. like last week, i’ve just bulletpointed again because so much happened and i’m sorry for the language and the amount of capitals but i wrote this in real time watching the episodes and they have messed me up man. if u guys wanna share thoughts with me or ask questions pls do because we’re all in this together(i luv hsm). here we go.

the bank job:

  • “do i even have quads?”
  • rosa looked so funny “wagging her tail” with a serious look on her face
  • “if my desk phone rings just ignore it i don’t answer it anyway”
  • THEY MET UP WITH HOLT IN A CAR WASH WHAT THE HELL Y’ALL COULD HAVE JUST GONE TO SOMEONE’S HOUSE
  • “she’s a smooth criminal, M.J, RIP”
  • adrien pimento king of casual one liners, case in point: “i won’t do kids, that’s a rule. but that rule is negotiable if the kid’s a dick”
  • amy is honestly the least subtle person when she’s trying to be chill i luv her
  • “come on fetus, let’s bounce" 
  • ok but like…jake beating up pimento did things to me like not to be out of line but it was highkey rly hot i was into it big time
  • "brother to sister, you’ve never looked sexier”
  • HITCHCOCK’S DISGUISE MADE ME LAUGH SO MUCH I DID NOT EXPECT IT
  • sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet 
  • “women can be drug dealers too hashtag i’m with her” jake is all about that equality even when drugs are involved
  • OHHH MY GOD THEY WENT TO THE WRONG BANK
  • THIS IS FUCKED
  • HAWKINS U BITCH ASS
  • “I’M A CLEAN BOY!” WE KNOW BABY WE KNOW IT’S OKAY 


crime & punishment:

  • r they having a candlelit vigil for a dead rat??? is that?? am i seeing this right????
  • jake’s mugshot lmaoooo
  • a la la land singalong WHO IS THIS ROSA
  • “don’t lose” thanks holt real motivational!!!!
  • charles with white hair does NOT look right
  •  "you need to get your crap in order!“ "okay, yeah you’re right. i’ll take a nap” me when i wanna ignore my life
  •  "i love you" “i know, han solo. love you too”
  • rosa’s wearing piiiiiiink
  • I’M SO ANGRY HAWKINS IS SUCH A GOD DAMN BITCH
  • JAKE REALLY MADE A TITLE OF YOUR SEX TAPE JOKE IN THE MIDDLE OF COURT
  • charles having the realisation he’s not a crippled old man was such an uplifting experience
  •  oh man suddenly i want some onion rings real bad
  • “ames how would you like to take a romantic trip to the town of horse ditch, pennsylvania” yah jake ~*so romantic*~
  • holt and rosa’s relationship in this episode is so important
  • TERRY MODELLING IN JAPAN IM SO
  • amy called jake babe and it really gave me the tiniest bit of life
  • “i’ll wait for you, i’ll keep fighting for you and so will everyone at the nine nine” i cried GET MARRIED
  • rosa’s wearing pink agaaaaaaiiiinnn
  • “you guys are so cute and i love you” pregnancy made gina nice
  • THE MUSIC WHEN JAKE AMY AND MATTHEW ENTER THE COURTROOM WHAT THE FUCK HAHAHAHHA 
  • ok the moment they figured out where the money had been transferred from - my entire body just drained
  • LIKE YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME BITCH
  • WHAT THE FUCK
  • gina putting her hand on amy’s shoulder was like the sweetest thing ever it made me happy for 0.03 seconds
  • has anyone counted how many times jake said “cool” because that’s a damn achievement @ andy samberg how did u do that
  • THEY REALLY ENDED THE EPISODE THERE. WOW. OK. SWEET. THANKS WRITERS. THANKS FOX. THANKS DAN GOOR. I’M KIDDING, NOT THANKS, NOT THANKS AT ALL.
  • I THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA END WITH A GOD DAMN PROPOSAL BITCH I WAS ROOTING FOR IT WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR IT
  • Y’ALL REALLY THINK I’M GONNA WAIT ANOTHER 4-5 MONTHS FOR THIS SHIT TO BE RESOLVED? WELL YOU’RE RIGHT, I AM, BUT I’M NOT GONNA BE HAPPY ABOUT IT


in conclusion: i am sad.

anonymous asked:

would u be terribly against doin a quick lil sequel to either the prettiest thing (i've ever seen) or say my name? i'm the anon who came screamin at u at the beginning of the month, and tbh??? i'm still not over either of them

Nonny! The workweek from hell ate my life, but finally, here you are. I hope you like it.  It’s a summertime timestamp for Say My Name, the first Sidgeno fic I ever wrote. Title is from “Bloom,” by the Paper Kites

oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness

Sid’s officially losing his mind. 

It’s not like he hasn’t been through several rounds of university finals before, but this year he’s being driven especially crazy. His course load was heavy this semester, and while he appreciated being challenged by his professors, and while he loves his major, he’s just, so. 

Fucking. 

Exhausted. 

Pittsburgh’s having a heat wave, and the hot, sticky weather clogs Sid’s lungs with humid air and makes him feel tired and drained all the time. Perversely, despite being Russian, Zhenya revels in weather like this. While Sid daydreams about snow and lies on the floor in front of the fan in a puddle of sweat and misery, Zhenya swans around in loudly colored tank tops, energized by the heat. It’s rude. Because Zhenya with sun-kissed skin in tank tops (ugh, shoulders and biceps and forearms and collarbones)  is a temptation Sid does not have time for. 

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22 May 2017 - Part 2

[In Robert’s Porsche outside the Woolpack]

ROBERT: Thanks for taking over driving Aaron. I just couldn’t do it after all. You know we’ve come so far from me threatening you to not to touch my car and then having sex afterwards to me actually letting you drive it…and probably still having sex afterwards…well..eventually…cause your my husband now and we have all the time in the world…well…

AARON: If you mention the Plot one more time Robert!

ROBERT: We’re back now, we’re gonna have to deal with it!


[Out of Robert’s Porsche outside the Woolpack]

(RYAN: *groan…groan* I really need them to let Robert get a new car. I don’t know if I can keep getting out of this one with it so low to the ground. Damn my dodgy knee!)

(DANNY: *gets up and out with no problem* Don’t know what you’re talking about mate, it’s pretty easy!)

ROBERT: You’re missing her already aren’t you?

AARON: Who? Me mum?

ROBERT: No Aaron. Keep up. Liv, you know, your sister, the plot device that let us escape for five weeks.

AARON: Right right. So what if I am? It was nice being away from the Plot I know nothing about.

ROBERT: Let’s just hope a holiday cured all of our problems.

AARON: Yeah, it’s a shame it had to come to an end. It’s also a shame that your tan is so weird and blotchy? What happened? I told you to put sun cream on! (DANNY: Seriously though, what happened mate? Your Brazilian tan looked way more natural)

ROBERT: (RYAN: it’s not my fault the makeup department decided to go extra orange. They’ve always struggled with foundation for me. You look great though *heart eyes*) Hey, as of now, things can only get better. Nevermind, don’t believe a word of that Aaron. I’m pretty sure they put that in here for irony.

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Evie

“What’s this all about, August?” I asked as I got more comfortable in his leather seats

He switched lanes and looked over at me “Your birthday is during the trip, I wanted to make sure we got to hang out before we go.” He said

“We have like two weeks before the trip, boo.” I reminded

“I’m sorry, love.” He smiled at me apologetically “I’m not trying to say that you’re not important but I pissed off a really important person in my life and I got a lot of making up to do, so my schedule looking kind of tight.” He said

I rolled my eyes. August was as single as a dollar bill, so I’m not sure who in his life could be so important that they’re taking up so much time.

It was probably a family member and it that case I couldn’t be upset because, in reality, I would be spending my actually birthday with him.

“I don’t see why you need to take me home, though.” I said

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April 6, 2017. 20:44PM Melbourne. 05:44AM Chicago.

Me: I don’t know if by some terrible miracle you’re awake, but if you are, please let me know?

In the sort of serious pain that isn’t quite bad enough to call an ambulance but is still scary and I’d love to hear your voice, though I’m reluctant to wake you up without you seeing these because involuntary pain noises are not my finest and would probably be alarming

This is the sort of cramping where I feel a bit like I’m giving birth out through my spine and my kidneys by turns and I wish I knew what triggered it so I could stop doing whatever the fuck that is

@lemonsharks: I am awake ❤

@lemonsharks stayed awake and on the line with me while I screamed. For over an hour. I sobbed and threw up and turned into a creature made of hurt and noise.

I did not go to hospital, because the last time I’d done that, for pain only slightly worse, I was sent home with a pat on the head and indigestion tablets.

“Has anything happened to you recently?” the ER doctor asked, looking exhausted.

“Well, the ambos think this might be gall pain, and I’ve lost 30 kilos in 12 weeks—“

“—­Good! Keep doing that. “

“Doesn’t weight loss affect your gall bladder? This was pretty quick…”

“Obesity causes more problems,” he said. “And you’re not out of the woods yet. Still. Well done.”

I’m usually good at pain, for a given value of unsurprised and able to talk myself through it. I’ve had my feet rebuilt three times. I’ve broken ribs eight times. I have the sort of endometriosis that used to make me bleed four weeks out of five while I curled around myself and ended up with chronic kidney infections. Sometimes my hands lock in the cold. I’ve had needles shoved directly into my eyeball. I know different textures and weights of pain. I knew the sort I can walk through, the sort where my body is actively trying to tell me something, and the times when too many signals have gone off all at once and I’m left with an aching, all-body hangover.

This pain? It made me babble. It stretched hours into minutes and then minutes into hours, gave me chills, made me throw up and whimper and ask the world to please, please stop hurting me. It was breathtaking. Humiliating. And it happened on and off over a year, ever since I went on a medically supervised fasting diet at the combined request of my GP, my eye surgeon (I was due for a transplant in the middle of 2016) and my mother.

I am, like a lot of sedentary ex-nightshift workers who take very important large amounts of progesterone to keep that endometriosis I mentioned from clawing me up from the inside, a fat woman. I’m mostly okay with this, because if I’m going to pick between ‘debilitating pain and anxiety’ and ‘bouts of self-loathing when I try to buy jeans’, I’m going to pick option 2 every fucking time. But that eye surgeon, with his continued muttering about how the fact that I didn’t have diabetes was a bloody miracle, really pissed me off. Fine, I thought. I will lose some weight and you will shut up and do your job and yeah, maybe it is time to untangle all that stress eating because no, I don’t enjoy it, and…ugh…just stop yelling at me.

So I asked my GP what I could try. I didn’t think just going to the gym would cut it in the early, inertia-prone stages and I didn’t want to deal with the additional self-loathing of having ‘failed’ if I ended up piking. She agreed, and suggested Optifast, a fairly vile but well established meal replacement plan, plus gym. I reflected briefly that it was good I was working two jobs, because this was going to be fucking pricey.

I did it. I spent twelve weeks subsisting on chocolate or coffee flavoured vitamin sludge with instances of steamed broccoli or bok choi as blessed relief. I took swimming lessons to relearn how to breathe while moving. That bit was actually lovely. I started to enjoy lifting almost-heavy objects, mostly because my scarred-up body and CP limp alarmed the local gym bros. Plus, it was a distraction when I had moments fantasizing about tearing off my own arm and eating it, mostly for a change in texture. It didn’t actually feel that bad. The first three days were horrible, for the second week I mostly felt vaguely high, and the for the rest of it I was just bored. The exercise, as discussed, began to feel unnervingly empowering.

The way other people responded to the weight loss, though? That was a complete mind fuck.

“You look so healthy!”

“Congratulations!”

“I bet you feel so good!”

“You look less disabled now! I bet your pain has gone down…” (yes. Really.)

Get published? Eh. That’s the sort of thing Kit does. Nothing special. Lose a socially acceptable amount of weight? Oh my god world peace is just around the corner, you have done this brave and exceptional thing.

At the end of the twelve weeks, otherwise known as ‘the intensive phase’, you reintroduce carbohydrates back into your life. Slowly. That was when the first instance of horrible, stabling, babbling gut pain happened. I assumed that I’d not quite been slow enough with my reintroduction, and so took the ERs non-diagnosis as fact, because it did seem reasonable. Kind of.

I had the surgery, which meant that I gained a lot of the weight back because of the sheer amount steroids they put you on to stop your body from freaking out about having, in the words of Donna Noble, a dead person’s face on your face. I also wasn’t allowed to: swim (I’m still not, because of the stitches, and it’s been almost a year); do cardio; lift even mildly heavy objects or do anything apart from breathe and eat and wince as people gave me tragic looks for several months.

(Stabbing gut instances during this time: 4)

Then I started exercising again and the damn cornea realised it was dead and decided to reject. More steroids! Every hour. Through the night! For an unspecified period of time! My body stored fat like it was the end times, because wouldn’t you?

(staving gut instances: 6 – including the time when @lemonsharks had to deal with her weeping girlfriend at five in the morning)

Why am I talking about this?

Because feeling like you have a large metal spike stuck from your breast bone right out the middle of your back at random but narrowing intervals is fucking alarming, but the only thing my family and GP took note of was my weight. Is it going down? Fantastic! Is it going back up again? Well, to quote the GP who nodded sadly when I told her about the surgeon’s gym ban: “you’ll just have to go back on the Optifast as soon as possible. The stabbing pain? Probably not gall problems! You’re far too young for that.” (Though I was, she’d also pointed out to me, thirty, and so my chances of dying miserable and fat did grow every minute.)

The feeling of having fight or flight response slowly dripping into my bloodstream for months of nightmares and general exhaustion? “Oh, that’ll go away once you lose that weight again.”

I’ve just been off work for two weeks. It was unplanned. I have no leave balance (yaaaay, transplant!)

Tuesday, May 16, 2017 12:32 AM

Me: So…we know what the random gut pain was now, probably. Pancrea-fucking-titis

That stupid opifast diet has a lot to answer for

Me: 4:30am and and finally out of ed/into a damn bed

Still in hospital, if I vanish for a bit

@lemonsharks: D:

 On the one hand… Yay knowing what it is BIT ALSO NOT YAY on the hell diet and irritated pancreas

 Me: And possibly removed gallbladder, hence the hospital overnight madness

@lemonsharks: Wait wait did you just have emergency surgery to remove your gallbladder or is that upcoming?

 It was upcoming, because they had to wait for my pancreas to stop trying to eat itself in protest of my gallbladder deciding that it had one job: to make as many stones as my body could hold. And then some.

The feeling of having fight or flight response slowly dripping into my bloodstream? That was bile. I came home from work, the pain happened, and this time it didn’t go away after an hour of screaming. I cracked and called the ambulance, shaking and dripping sweat, throwing up when I wasn’t sobbing, two hours into it.

“Looks like gall pain,” said the ambos, as I apologised for wasting their time and they stared at me like I was insane and checked some regs to see if they could give me more morphine. “I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.”

(Ambulance Victoria is filled with good people and they deserve all the pay rises in the world.)

I don’t remember much of the next few hours. Just that I told them not to take me to the hospital where I’d been sent home with indigestion, and that I’d messaged @lemonsharks and desperately tried to be okay.

That bit where I vanish in the message thread? I was in the ICU.

Why am telling you this?

Because I’m fine. The pancreatitis went away and I feel 700 times less miserable (the first photo in this post terrifies me. It was the day before all this happened. I thought I looked normal. I look fucking wrecked. Sad and exhausted. Contrast with the second, where my skin is dodgy as fuck but I look like a tolerably cute and lively human being. That was taken last week, my first day out of the house after I got home from hospital a few days before.)  They took out my gallbladder and I now have a load of new puncture wounds and I need a lot of naps/feel a bit like the world is grey half the time because that’s how I respond to most general anaesthetics. That shall pass. I’m alive. I have amazing friends who’ve visited and given me soup and the best girlfriend in the world and I live in a place that isn’t going to punch me for going to hospital. Yay, socialised healthcare. Things could be a lot worse.

But also, I nearly fucking died. Because of that heady combination of: pressure toward weight loss, culture that reinforces particular types of suffering for the sake of ‘health’, and the tendency to minimise female pain as normal, as expected.

My GP, rueful on the phone as I tried to explain that I was being told I had to have surgery and that I was unprepared and terrified, said: “I’m sorry I didn’t think to take your bloods earlier. It is a shame you can’t do the Optifast route again now, though.”

And that is why I’m posting this. That, along with the small, regretful part of me that agreed with her, because fuck that. Fuck that industry, and the pressure that makes life and safety less valuable than the size you are. 

I can’t do much about some of the mess in my own head, but I can post this and say: you do you. Be safe. You’re loved. And if you do go down the meal replacement path, because as much as I want to burn it to the ground I know that there is no single response to anything, get regular blood tests. 

(mostly though. fuck that. and thank you, @lemonsharks)

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Can I have a reaction where you are the members' little sister, and you're late for school?

This was fun again hehe

Seokjin

“Wake up,” your brother’s soft, yet commanding voice interrupted your deep sleep.

“Ugh, five more minutes,” you moaned, turning into the pillow.

“No, no more minutes, school starts in ten and you still haven’t even brushed your teeth.”

“What?” you sat up immediately, eyes bulging out of your skull.

“Here,” Seokjin threw a pair of jeans and a hoodie at you, “Quickly get ready, I’ll pack your bag.”

“Thank you oppa!” you grabbed the clothes and ran into the bathroom, brushing your teeth, hair and putting on the clothes faster than you thought possible. When you went back into the living room, you saw him standing there with your backpack and a plate of food for your breakfast.

“Oh my gosh, oppa, you’re awesome!” you gushed and took the plate, checking the time.

“I’ll take you, the bus will be too late for you to get to school on time,” he grabbed your hand. “Let’s go.”

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Yoongi

“Egghead,” you heard someone yell but you ignored it, grabbing the pillow tighter around your ears.

“Idiot,” you ignored him again this time but when the something hard hit your head, you finally got up and threw the pillow back at him.

“What do you want?!”

“It’s not a matter of what I want, but do you want your high school diploma?”

“Seriously?” you groaned, scratching your head, “Oppa, it’s too early for me to put up with your weirdness, can’t you just wait a few-”

“School started 5 minutes ago, you should probably go now before they call attendance.”

“What?!” you jumped out of bed, grabbing the first pair of clothes and throwing your hoodie off.

“Yah!” Yoongi yelled at you, “Can you wait till I’m out of the room first!”

“I have a crop top underneath,” you muttered and then looked at him again, “Can you drive me there, pretty pretty please?”

“No, of course not,” he told you, like it was obvious, like the mere thought of him taking you to school was laughable.

“I’ll do your chores for the rest of the week!” you pleaded and he shook his head.

“Okay, I’ll do your chores for the rest of the month!”

“That’s more like it.”

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Hoseok

Honestly I feel like you would never be late to school if this boy was your brother.

“Rise and shine sunshine!” you were woken up when you heard your brother’s voice fill the room.

You moaned, opening one eye to see him standing at the door, holding a tray of food.

“Breakfast in bed?” you perked, sitting up in bed.

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes, chuckling, “Only because you’re late today.”

“Wow I should be late every day,” you laughed, taking the tray and placing it on your legs.

“You better not,” he wiggled his finger at you, “You have twenty minutes before school starts, so if you get changed after you eat, and I drop you at school, you will be there just in time. Get eating.”

“Thank you oppa!” you beamed, thankful you had a brother like him.

“Mmm, you better be thankful,” he winked at you, and walked out. “Ten minutes! I’m leaving in ten minutes!”

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Namjoon

“DID I NOT TELL YOU,” a loud voice boomed into your room, “THAT IF YOU WANT TO GET TO SCHOOL BY 8:30, YOU NEED TO LEAVE AT APPROXIMATELY 8:15.”

“What now,” you whined, rolling onto your side.

“AND IF YOU CALCULATE THE TIME IT TAKES FOR YOU TO GET READY, THAT’S 30 MINUTES, SO YOU SHOULD BE WAKING UP AT 7:30, THE LATEST.”

“Joon, what’s your problem!” you yelled back and he strode up to you, turning you on your side.

“It’s later!”

“Okay, okay, I got it, I’ll get up now,” you tried to push him away but he just stayed put.

“You’re already half an hour ready for school, you better hurry up.”

“What? Half an hour?!” you jumped out of bed, running for your phone to check the time. “YAH!” you turned around to see him gone.

He had said it was half an hour past the time school started but you still had an hour left.

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Jimin

It took a while for you to realise that weird sensation you were feeling at your waist wasn’t a dream but in fact something inflicting you externally. It also took you a while to lift one of your heavy eyelids to see the source of that feeling.

But when you did, you saw your brother, sitting on your bed, ticking the daylights out of you.

And that’s when you burst out laughing, and squirming like a fish out of water.

“Yah! Stop it you!”

“I’ve been calling Y/N, Y/N, Y/N for ages now and you didn’t wake up, this was the only way.”

“Leave me alooooone,” you punched his stomach.

“Ouch!” he grabbed the part you had punched, squeezing it like he had just been shot there.

“Ugh, weak little boy,” you scoffed, closing your eyes into your pillow.

“Is this what I get for saving you from mom?” he asked and you chuckled.

“Saving me why?” you said, tiredly.

“Saving you from the hiding mom’s gonna give you when she finds out you’re late to school. That wouldn’t do well on your perfect attendance record.”

“Late? Really?” now you finally got up and looked over at your nightstand; the clock was blinking 8:00, you had to be at school in fifteen minutes.

“Oppa, thank you so so so so much!” you threw the blanket off yourself and shuffled off the bed.

“What else am I here for?” he watched as you ran into the bathroom with a new set of clothes and came out changed, and ready for school.

“Really! Thank you!” you headed out the door but rushed back inside, up to him and kissed his cheek, “Thanks Minnie!”

“I told you not to call me that!” his voice trailed after you as you were out the door, laughing.

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Taehyung

“What are you doing?” you asked, not needing to open your eyes to the new weight that was added to the weight next to you on the bed, recognising the scent right away.

“Ahh so warm,” the voice whispered and you sighed, finally mustering enough energy to open your eyes, to stare into the eyes of your brother, lying on the pillow next to you.

He smiled at you before closing his eyes and snuggling into the pillow.

“Oppa,” you started, “you know this isn’t your bed, right?”

“So warm,” he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you in close, rocking you slightly.

“What are you doiiiiiing,” you whined, but let him sway you nonetheless.

“Oh right,” he sat up all of a sudden, letting go of you, “I have been told to tell you to ‘Hurry up and get your butt in the bathroom and ready for school’ and I am to drive you because you’re already late.”

“I’m late? No, my alarm still hasn’t-” you looked at your phone to see that you had hit the snooze button 10 times already, obliviously.

Sighing, you got out of bed, “I’ll be five minutes Taetae.”

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Jungkook

“Y/N?” a voice called you and you grunted as a reply.

“You know I love you right?” the voice, who you recognised to be your brother’s, asked.

You rolled onto your side, What is he going on about this early in the morning?

That was when you found yourself gasping for air, sitting up straight away, feeling chills run down your spine, through your veins… and down your shirt.

Looking down, you saw that your whole body was drenched, and so was your bed.

“What did you do that for?!” you yelled, snapping your head up at Jungkook, who looked like he was trying not to laugh but felt sorry for you all the same.

“You’re late,” he said, starting to shuffle backwards, “And you weren’t waking up.”

“So you throw a bucket of ice water on me?!”

“Well, it was sure to work so…” that was the last thing he said before running out of the room.

That made you jump out of the bed and chase after him, and when you saw him, you hopping on his back, making sure the water from your body got into every part of his back.

“That’s cold!” he remarked and you snorted.

“Oh is it? I wouldn’t know.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry! Just hurry up and shower, I’ll take you to school as my apology.”

“Buy me my coffee too,” you negotiated and he shook his head.

“Just driving you to school.”

You squeezed his neck tighter, feeling the water drip off your head and around his neck.

“OKAY! That’s cold! I’ll buy you coffee!”

You got off his back, “Thanks oppa,” you saluted him and started to your bedroom, but turned around.

“What?” you saw his nervous expression and smirked. “What do you want? You’re scaring me.”

“Just wanted to give my brother a hug, because I’m just so thankful.”

“No! That’s fine!” but he had no time to run away because you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into a bear hug.

“COLD!”

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