This Still Makes My Day…

Second Best

summary: you and Harry meet at a party, but he seems to take more interest in your sister than in you, and you won’t be Second Best. 

author’s note: bonjour mes chéris!! this is the first instalment of hannah being the history/french student she is and merging all three of her worlds and creating her own little fictional one. this is based off of lousia may alcott’s little women (one of may favourite books ever) but with my own little twist on it. this is set in the 1860′s during the civil war but i haven’t made it too historical at all.  i have done all of the translations myself and even though i’m semi-fluent i still make mistakes so if you spot any let me know. this is so long so i’ll shut up now, thanks for all the support bye!! <3

word count: 16k of good old fashioned marriage talk (there’s a lot of it, its all they spoke about tbf??), fluff, angst and a lil’ smut. there is marriage and children at the end (woo, exciting!) not proofread because my eyes are already asleep. 

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“Stand up straight, don’t slouch. You have a tendency to do so, and these people will not tolerate it.” You sister, Lizzie, says as she pushes her arm between yours, walking you towards the fancy house in front of the two of you, “Whatever you do, don’t speak about your art at all. Nobody can stop you once you’ve started. Do speak if you’re spoken too, and if you’re asked to dance, dance.”

You shake your head, “But I don’t want to dance.”

“You will dance.” Lizzie says again, squeezing your arm slightly, “You may find yourself a husband if you act proper enough.”

“I shouldn’t have to act proper just to find a husband, Lizzie.” You scoff, shaking your head, “If they don’t love me, oil paints and all, then I don’t want them. I don’t think I’ll ever find a husband.”

“Oh shush with you.” She says, tapping your arm slightly. It didn’t hurt, but it did cause your lips to part in shock, “How lovely would it be if father returned and you were married! It would make his life.”

“I think he’d have a heart attack.” You mutter, removing your arm from around hers as you stand outside of the door you were going to walk through in mere minutes, “I’m his little girl, you are also, Lizzie. If we were both to be married I’d think we’d kill him off.”

“You shouldn’t joke about that.”

“I’m not joking. I truly believe that would happen.” You deadpan.

She scoffs and slips her arm through yours this time, using her free hand to ring the bell. A man wearing one of the fanciest suits you’ve ever seen in your life opens the door, allowing the two of you to slip through. You help Lizzie remove her shawl, whilst she does the same to you. The man hangs them up amongst the array of other jackets. You lips part in shock at the sight of the house you were in, the first thing your eyes falling upon being the large staircase, with paintings littering the walls. For once, you were speechless, unable to control your excitement and want to gawk at the art upon the wall.

“Lizzie!” You gasp, gripping her arm tightly, “Look at the—”

“Don’t you dare say paintings!”

“Lizzie!” You groan again, pulling her arm so that she’s looking your direction, “Look at them.”

“I’m looking at them.” She lifts her eyes to look at the wall you were looking at, where the pieces hung with such grace and elegance, “They don’t seem too spectacular.”

A shocked gasp escapes your lips, “Take that back, Lizzie! They are beautiful!

“If you say so.”

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 ☾ angst - ☉ fluff - ⁂ smut - ✮ crack

 ✎ In Progress | ✓ Complete | ⊗ Discontinued | ⊖ Hiatus       → only for moreshots/series

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+bonus gummy smile:

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love-like | kth. oneshot

➜ pairing: taehyung x reader

➜ summary: for you, loving Taehyung has always been easy. For him, however, choosing you is hard when you’re not his type.

alternatively, he gives everyone but you a chance. Maybe, next time will be your turn.

➜ genre/rating: angst, comedy, fluff, romance | friends to lovers au, college au | PG-13

➜ warnings: use of foul language, self-esteem issues, slight internalized misogyny

➜ wordcount: 8.2k

➜ author’s note: it’s finally here! This took a while, but I hope it was worth the wait. Just a few things to keep in mind: time is a social construct, so let’s ignore the possible loopholes; our characters are very dumb and frustrating sometimes, so let’s be patient with them; This is a college au, but not much really happens there?

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For as long as you could remember, you have always chosen Taehyung. Since childhood, it has always been you who gravitated towards him.

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Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Slow Burn, Fantasy

Word Count: 24.5k

Summary: You’re an ordinary girl who’s a huge fan of the famous celebrity, Jin. After getting into a fight with a woman, you wake up the next morning in the hospital, and right next to you is Jin. You discover that you’ve switched bodies with the woman you fought with, and she happens to be Jin’s girlfriend.

You’ve been giddy the whole time you’ve been in class, which is starting to annoy your friend. Your friend thinks that you look like an idiot for smiling without any reason, making yourself look like a psychotic woman. It’s as if you’re not paying attention to tonight’s lecture and instead off somewhere else.

Your friend nudges you on the side, poking right in the rib. You jump and a bit irritated at your friend for doing that without warning.

“What??” You whisper aggressively.

“Stop jumping up and down! You’re not a kid!” Your friend whispers back.

You know that you’re not, but you can’t help but be excited. Your friend wouldn’t understand. You acknowledge that you should stop, but you still can’t wipe that goofy smile off of your face.

“Sorry.” You chuckle to yourself.

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pairing: Jungkook x reader

word count: 2,291

genre: drama

summary: You were born with a condition that allowed you to feel the pain someone else was going through when you touched them. Jungkook, on the other hand, looked like he could not be any less bothered with other people’s feelings and was a well known playboy of the school. One night, at a party, while he attempted to turn you into his toy for the night, he grabbed your hand and pain crashed through you, making you wonder whether behind the facade of this pleasure seeker, he could also be hiding something.

warnings: none 

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idk why y'all don't talk about it more but here's namjoon saying "it's not in my vocabulary" and taehyung clapping back with "well then look it up" in his sec c deep af luxurious voice 😳🥵