baby girl i love you so much please come back in inquisition


warnings: lowkey sub!seb, oral (f/m recieving), me ruining another weeknd song, a little bit more of shy!seb bc yes that needs to be a warning, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, people!), needy!seb

note: song mentioned is often by the weeknd. you all asked for part two so here it is! hopefully this lives up to expectations! I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO END THIS SO I APOLGIZE FOR THAT


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Baby - Jack Maynard

Originally posted by myalwaysari

Pairing: Jack Maynard & Y/N
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: None
A/N: This is so long I’m so sorry.

“It’s just not worth it Jack.” You say, pacing up and down in front of the sofa where he was sitting. “You’re busy with YouTube and all your projects, I’m busy with my last month or so at uni and I’m moving back to Brighton soon. We just don’t have time for each other anymore.” You continued.
Jack said nothing, his head falling into his hands.
“But I love you.” He mumbled.
You sighed and sat down beside him, pulling his hands into yours so that he would look at you.
“And I love you too. But right now, if we continue the way we are, this is going to end messily. There’s going to be fights and drama and that’s not something that either of us need right now. I love you, and if we’re meant to be then we’ll come back to each other.” You said, gazing into his increasingly misty blue eyes.
He nodded his head lightly, looking to the ground to avoid your gaze.
After placing a kiss on his head, you got your coat and left your now ex-boyfriends apartment.

After that night, you and Jack stayed somewhat good friends, seeing each other on the odd occasion. But it hurt to be with him, but not with him. Seeing him all over girls at clubs and parties hurt you to see, even if you had initiated the break up.
After you finished your degree, you moved back to your hometown of Brighton. You loved how everything felt comfortable to you, to hear the waves hitting the rocks at the sea, to hear children playing in the playground. But it made you sad, everything around had reminded you of things you had done with Jack. You had grown to be the cliché relationship of childhood friends turning into love. You had played in the playground together, been round to each other’s houses a countless amount of times, your first kiss had been on the beach that you find so relaxing.

You had begun to get nauseous over the past couple of weeks, thinking it was just the flu as you got sick quite often, you just left it. However, while over at your parents’ house to have some company as you lived by yourself, your mum convinced you to take a pregnancy test just to make sure.
You had left the two sticks on the bathroom counter beside the sink, fidgeting with your hands and unable to stand still. After the three minutes were up, you nervously walked over to the tests.
Lifting the piece of toilet paper off that you had to cover them, they both revealed the same thing.


~Time skip to the present~

After finding out you were pregnant you had phoned Jack but he didn’t pick up. Although it was evident he was on his phone from the extensive amount of snapchats he had posted with random girls from a party.
That night after talking it out with your mum and about thirty litres of tears, you decided it would be best to keep it, however since Jack was obviously busy with YouTube and partying, you didn’t want to ruin that for him just as he was getting more successful at his dream job.

Over those nine months, with a lot of help from your family, you set up your own café/bookstore in Brighton. Something you have dreamed of having ever since you were young.
After nine struggling months, you brought the sweetest calmest baby girl into the world, Ella Rose Maynard.

You were currently in the grocery shop picking up some bits and bobs for the house. Ella was now just over one years old and had begun to walk about a month or so ago. She had light blonde baby hair, and the most stunning blue eyes that were just like her fathers.
It was a beautiful summers day outside, so you were glad when you finally got to the frozen section to cool down.
Seemingly, that wasn’t just your idea. While talking absentmindedly to Ella about the things you needed to get you didn’t notice a man standing in front of your trolley.
“I’m so sorry!” you tell him as you watch him leaning down to pick up some of the food he had dropped in the collision.
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” He said, standing up from the ground to look at you. When he did he said the words you were least expecting.
Looking at him properly, you gasped slightly.

It turns out Conor was down from London to visit his family for a bit before they went on holiday. As you both were catching up, Ella started to become fussy, not liking to be ignored for even those short five minutes.
You walk over to her side, picking her up out of the seat and placed her on your hip. She snuggled into your neck as you walked back over to Conor.
Conor’s face was priceless when you introduced him to her. But he quickly smiled, holding his hand out to your child.
She looked up at you with a confused look on her face and you laughed.
“Con, she doesn’t know what that is, here.” You said, repositioning his hand so it was flat and upright.
“Can you give Conor a high five?” you asked her.
She giggled and put her tiny hand in the middle of Conor’s much larger one.
Conor’s smile was brighter than you’d ever seen it, but it soon turned to an inquisitive one.
“It’s funny, I thought she reminded me of someone, she looks like Anna when she was a baby.” He joked about, tickling her side.
“Well, uh, yeah…” you trailed off, not knowing what to reply to that.
“Y/n?” he asked, everything now clicking in his head, the age of her, the similarities in both looks and behaviour. “Is she Jack’s?” he asked softly.
Ella nuzzled her head back into your neck as her new friend had stopped playing with her. You ran your fingers through her soft blonde hair, willing yourself to be calm about this all.
You nodded your head, trying to gage his emotions at both you and the situation he found you in.
With a little yawn, you felt Ella’s head start to get heavy.
“Come back to mine? I’ll explain everything to you I promise.” You told him, beginning to walk to the checkouts with what you had gotten.

When you got home you explained to him that you had already broke up with Jack when you had found out about your pregnancy. How you had tried to get in contact with Jack but he hadn’t answered or returned your calls. He was preoccupied with his job and girls that you didn’t want him to resent Ella for ruining a time in his life he loved so much.
“I’m leaving in a couple of days to go back to London, come with me. Just for a week or so.”
You shook your head, “Ella is here and my shop, I can’t just up and go when I want to Con, I have responsibilities.”
“Bring her with you, and I’m sure your shop will be fine to be shut for a week. You need a break. You can come stay with me, I’ve got a spare bedroom for the two of you and everything.”
After a lot of persuading you finally agreed to go up with him in a couple of days.

You drove Conor up to London as he had originally got the train down and so that you could have your own car to get about places.
After a couple of days of getting situated and Ella getting used to a new environment you had agreed to meet up with all your friends that you had missed in the two years you were gone.
The ‘buttercream squad’ minus Jack had gathered in Conor’s living room, waiting for the surprise that he had promised.
“You can come out now.” He called to you after he had finally got them all to be quiet.
You walked out of the spare bedroom, walking nervously towards the living room.
As soon as you could be seen in view, exclamations of happiness erupted from the five boys. They all hurried out of their seats, all coming at once to give you a hug.

After an hour or so of catching up with all the boys you were eventually asked the question of why you went pretty much completely M.I.A. on your social medias and basically restarted life two years ago. You told them that they had to be quiet and you would show them. Standing up you ushered them to follow you into the spare bedroom, urging them to please be quiet.
Opening the door, you gestured over to the crib in the corner. As quietly as five fully grown men could, they shuffled over to the side of it, trying to get a glance at what was inside.
As their eyes fully adjusted to the lack of light in the room they saw the peacefully sleeping baby and gasps filled the room.
You brought them out before they could wake her up and as soon as you shut the door you were bombarded with questions.
“Is that a baby?”
“Is it yours?”
“Who’s the dad?”
“How did you keep it a secret for so long?”
“She’s so cute I just want to squish her little che-“
“Stop!” you shouted at them, “One at a time.”
You answered all the questions they had about her, just in time for you to hear her waking up. You bundled her up in a blanket and brought her out to the living room. All the boys were smiling brightly, her tired eyes darting around the room at the large unknown people in front of her. Sitting down, you turned her to face them and as you introduced them they waved at her, receiving a cute giggle in response.

The boys were as won over as Conor was. She had them all wrapped around her little finger by the end of that night.
The boys came over the next couple of days to get her used to them. And right now, she was sitting on Joe’s lap, laughing at all the funny faces that he was pulling.
He was setting her on the ground to walk over to who she wanted next when the front door slammed open. You heard some degree of a coat being taken off and a shout from him, “Conor? Why is no one answering my calls?”
Because of the loud noise, Ella had waddled as fast as she could over to you, getting you to pick her up so she could hide in your neck.
Conor had a panicked look on his face and rushed over to the living room door to try and stop Jack from coming in.
You saw Conor backing up, attempting to block his view into the room.
“Why are you being so weird? Are you having some secret party I wasn’t invited to?” you head the joking voice.
Conor was pushed out of the way by him and he stood in the doorway looking in on what he was missing.
He was exactly the same as he was two years ago, shining blue eyes, cheeky smile, wavy hair.
But when his eyes landed on you the smile turned confused, and when his eyes drifted downwards to Ella, they turned angry.
“This is what you tried to hide from me then?!” he screamed at his brother, pushing him out of the way and making his way out the front door.
Conor ran after his furious brother, attempting to calm him down.
Lifting Ella up with you, you handed her to Oli, pressing a kiss to her head as she cuddled into him.
You walked out into the hallway, hearing the current argument between the two brothers.
“She’s back and you never even told me?! And she has a baby!? What the hell is going on?” Jack yelled. “Why were you hiding it? Is it yours? That’s why you were wasn’t it! You banged the love of my life and knocked her up!”
You couldn’t take them fighting over something that wasn’t true, so you opened the front door and yelled at Jack who looked like he was about to punch Conor.
“It’s yours!”

Jack’s fist froze mid-air and his head snapped towards yours.
“What?” he questioned, arms growing slack and falling to his sides.
“She’s yours. Conor bumped into me in Brighton, quite literally.” You said, smiling at the memory. “Now will you come inside where I can explain this to you properly?”
He nodded, looking like he was in a daze.
Walking back into the apartment you walked past the living room door, seeing Ella now peacefully sleeping in the crook of Oli’s arms.
Jack took a proper look at her now, seeing the familiar features of his and your own mixed into this tiny human being.

You took him into your room for the past week and sat down. You both sat down on the edge of the bed and he looked up at you expectantly.
“She’s called Ella. She’s just over one year old. I tried to tell you Jack, I really did. But you didn’t answer so I just assumed that since you didn’t want me in your life so it would be better to keep Ella out too.”
You told him how you still kept up with him, watching his and the boys’ vlogs daily. You both just caught up what you had both missed over the past two years, filling each other in on what you had done.
After two hours of talking you had agreed to meet up with him at the park with Ella to get them used to each other.

It was a long day of playing and laughs and picture worthy moments. Jack and Ella had gotten along like a house on fire. He pushed her on the swing, walked about with her on his shoulders and she even let him go down the slide with her.
As you were walking to a nearby coffee shop, Ella fell asleep.
You both sat down at a table near the large window overlooking the business men and women and those who were out and about.
You both began to talk about your past relationship and if there were any current ones. For both the answer was no.
“You can’t exactly go far on a date after telling them that you have a child.” You joked.
He hummed slightly, “I tried to date other people, but no one could even compare to you.”
You looked down at your sleeping angel, running your hand briefly across her head.
“You were my first love, it really hurt me when we split.” You said, not wanting to look him in the eye.
He nods his head slightly, “You were my only love.” He said softly, holding his hand in yours and gently running his thumb across yours.

After that night, you told Jack that you needed to know if he was serious about being in Ella’s life. That she was your first priority. You got into a short routine with Jack over the next week or so and it was very hard to get Ella to go back to Brighton with you.
Jack helped you find a small shop front, moving your business up into London while you stayed in his flat with Ella, allowing them the time that they had missed together.

It was now Christmas; your relationship had quickly picked up where you left off when you moved in with each other. The boys loved Ella and loved the fact that you and Jack were back together.
You were finishing up organising the presents underneath the tree when you heard the door to Jack’s flat open.
Jack had been out with the boys having a Christmas dinner with them all before actual Christmas.
You heard tiny pitter patters of feet coming down the stairs of the girl you had put to bed hours ago.
“Daddy!” she called.
You turned around to see Ella flinging herself at Jack from the bottom of the stairs, wrapping her arms around his neck when he caught her.
“Read book dada?” she said, doing the puppy eyes that she had perfected months ago.
He chuckled and agreed, “Go up to bed and I’ll be there in a minute.” He said, placing a kiss on her cheek.

As she was going up the stairs you came over to where he was standing, wrapping your arms around his waist and putting your head on his chest.
“Good night with the boys?” you mumbled into his collarbone
“Great, but I would have preferred to spend it with my girls.” He replied, kissing your head, and then taking a step back from you.
“The princess awaits.” He laughed, kissing you properly before heading up the stairs.

You thought back to those years ago, that you said if you were to come back to each other if you were meant to be. Evidently you were.

prompt no. 252

She circled her hand over the back of the eight month old, whose face had turned bright red from crying. “Kiddo…”

hello everyone! here is a fluffy modern au of jamie and claire with a wee bree for your enjoyment; hopefully it is as fun to read as it was to write!

as always, a massive thank you and lots of love to my amazing tss girls, and ENDLESS amounts of love and thanks to all of you, who have made this amazing blog possible (and so much fun!), we really couldn’t do it without you. it’s hard to believe we’ve nearly hit 300 followers already! you all continue to astound us. 

xoxo, the teeniest bairn [ @cagedbirdsong ]

She circled her hand over the back of the eight month old, whose face had turned bright red from crying. “Kiddo…” Claire cupped her hand at the back of Brianna’s head, bouncing her gently. “Come on, sweetheart, please stop crying for Mummy. You have a clean diaper, and your belly’s full. Why are you so upset?”

Brianna wailed into her shoulder in response, hiccuping in distress and beating her tiny fists against her mother’s collarbones. “Maaaaaaaaaaa,” she whimpered, sniffling.

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n3sh3r0x : HC!!! RFA + V reaction to Mc's fam being a bag of nutcases? Like they're 24/7 being lame and joking around and really inquisitive of MCs BF/GF

So my friend, @n3sh3r0x asked for this hc. SHE’S AMAZING GUYS!! Please follow her!!!

AND I’M SORRY but i really couldn’t imagine all of the families being a bag of nutcases. SO I DECIDED TO WRITE A “RFA+V+ SAERAN REACTING TO MC’S FAMILY”


- Sweet, sweet yoosung was pretty nervous when you told him that you wanted him to meet your family

-I mean…. who wouldn’t ??

-You father worked at this huge pharmaceutical company,  you mother was a cardiologist and to top it all off your sister was a lawyer at a big firm.

-Even you scared the living crap outta him when he first met you

-So when he first met your parents, he was shaking. Actually he was shaking for all the right reasons. Let me explain.

-Your father was immaculately dressed in his most expensive suit like show off much?, your mother wore a simple but beautiful gown and your sister??? Let’s just say that she wore a pair of sweatpants just to piss you off.

- Yoosung couldn’t stop laughing at this contrast. 

-As your father gracefully gave out his hand for a handshake, he was still laughing cause your sister was sticking her tongue out at you?? And you were being all cute, pinching her and making faces at her?

- Gosh ! Even the intellectuals weren’t any different , were they?

- “GOD DAMMIT! STOP IT GIRLS YOU ALWAYS EMBARRASS ME LIKE THIS!! I just wanted MC’s boyfriend to have a good impression on our family,” your father screamed.

- Your mum giggled, “Pay no mind to them yoosung!! We doctors must stay away from this lot at all times.”

- You mum really liked yoosung as they were both in the medical profession. She was a really chatty person. She blabbered on about how hard it was being a doctor. “I dunno how you did it yoosung,” she said, “I could barely learn how to treat the heart and you’ve learnt about how to treat the entire animal kingdom?” She sighed dramatically. 

- “HEY YOOSUNG!! Did you know that MC peed her pants in the sixth grade?” Your sister chimed in. “NO I DIDN’T,” you screamed and the two of you got into a cat fight. 

-Your dad sighed and apologized to him, “Welcome to the family, son.”

-Yoosung really did love your unique and wonderful family. And your family loved him more. 

Bonus: Your sister kept making passes at yoosung, vowing to steal him away from you when the two of you break up. She was just kidding! Or was she? Yoosung never knew about this. 


-Zen was really excited when you told him you wanted him to meet your family

- You used to tell him a lot about your family and he loved to hear about your two moms and you baby sister

- The whole day he was all like, “MC !! Should I wear this?? OR SHould I wear that??? Will you mom like this better.” 

- “JUST WEAR SOMETHING, ZEN,” you screamed.

-But it was so cute seeing him all excited.

- When you finally got to your house, he was so excited that he hugged both your mums. 

- “Nice to finally meet you,” He beamed, “I’m Zen.”

- “Wow I didn’t know my daughter was hiding such a handsome man,” Your mum giggled. “OH, MC~~” she sang. 

- You blushed so hard, it made Zen laugh.

- Your other mum laughed and kissed her on the cheek. “Oh and Zen,” she said, “We have this really BIG fan, just dying to meet you.”

- Your little sister was clinging to your mum’s leg. 

- “Come on, sweetie,” you called her out ,”Zen has a little gift for you.”

- But she still wouldn’t budge

- Zen knelt down and took her hands. “Looks like there are two very beautiful princesses in this house,” he smiled. He placed a little crown on her head. 

- She gave a tiny little smile. “Lift me !!” she ordered.

- “The shining knight Zen at your service, milady,” he laughed as he picked her up 

-He refused to put your little sister down for the whole day. Your lil sis had such radical fun,  getting a piggy back ride from Zen.

- Your parents loved Zen!! He was so sweet. He always was so well mannered and complimented them on little things.  

-At the end of the day, Zen ended up wanting to create a family like that with you. 

Bonus: Zen calls both your mums as ‘mum’ and ‘mama’, the way you call them. They love it. And they were so happy when zen first called them that


-You pure beautiful Jaehee was only second to Yoosung on the nervousness level when she first met your family 

- “But MC,” she dragged, “Is your family really ok with this? Me being a….. girl and all.”

- “Hush, my dear,” you kissed her on the nose, “I should be asking you if you’re ok with meeting my crazy family.”

- This reassured her a lot. But she was still nervous about making first impressions.

- Your family was a big one.

-I mean a reaaaaalllly big one. With cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents.

-So when you first got to the door, a flurry of kids surrounded you and Jaehee. 

- “OMG it’s MC!” 

- “IS that MC’s Girlfriend?”

-” MC AND JAEHEE, come play with us!!” 

-The kids were really noisy but Jaehee enjoyed the racket. The kids started introducing themselves and Jaehee was trying to memorize all of their names. 

-”Ok!! YOu twerps !! We’ll come back to you later!! We are going to meet the adults so LEAVE MY GIRLFRIEND ALONE,” you grabbed her hand pulled her out.

- “awwww MC you’re such a spoil sport.” You could hear all the groans and sighs. 

- Immediately after a group of adults surrounded you two. 

- “Is this the Jaehee??? “ your aunt literally screamed. 

- She pulled Jaehee closer, took a good and long look at her.

- “Tell me, Jaehee,” she said, “HOW THE HELL DO YOU PUT UP WITH A WHINY CHILD LIKE MC. We still don’t know.”

-All the others nodded in agreement. 

- “STOP embarrassing me in front of my Girlfriend,” you stomped your foot.

- All of Jaehee’s nervousness dissipated. And she laughed. “Oh no!” she said and looked at you, “It has always been the other way around.”

-You blushed so hard. What did you do to deserve her? 

- Everyone from the teenagers, to the kids , to the adults and the elders took their turns with Jaehee.

- They really loved her. And really couldn’t understand why such a sweet angel like her chose you. You really couldn’t understand that either   

-Although she was drained by the end of the day, she was really looking forward to the next trip.


-Jumin was always so curious about your family

- Whenever he asked about your family, you would brush him off saying that you would tell him when you were ready.

-He also never really got why you were working, when he was there to provide for you?

-Although he was really curious, he respected your wishes and never delved into that matter again.

- Then one day you decided it was time he met you family.

- You were actually from another town. You were from a really poor family, with your father dying when you were only 16 years old. Being the eldest, you had to help your mother raise your younger sister and brother. 

- Jumin now understood why you had to work.

- “But I can provide for your family, Mc,” he protested. 

- But you flat out refused cause you didn’t marry him for the money. 

-So you took the weekend off from work to visit your family with Jumin. 

- “Jumin, just don’t offer my mother any money,” you tell him, “We are doing very well now! And my mother would refuse cause she’s such a hard worker.”

- Jumin nodded. But you were not sure about what his stubborn ass was actually going to do.

-When you got home, you little sister and brother excitedly hugged you. 

- “MC!! YOU’RE HOME,” they shouted. 

- “Mc, look!! I got the first place in my class this year,” you little brother beamed. 

- Your sister got annoyed. “But MC! I got first place on both my tests and my relay,” you sister stuck her tongue out.

- Your brother was about to retaliate when you mother intervened, “Mc and her boyfriend traveled a long way, kids.Let them rest.”

-They went back sighing. You laughed and hugged your mum. 

- “And you must be Jumin,” your mum said breaking the hug. 

-Jumin was so fixated at your house. It was so small. But it really was so warm and wonderful. 

- “Yes mam. I’m Jumin Han,” he said as he took your mother’s hand, “Pleasure to meet you.”

- You and your mum burst into laughter. 

- “You really dont have to be so formal, Mr. Han~~,” you teased. 

- The kids tugged at Jumin’s trousers. 

-They were really curious about this royal looking stranger

-Jumin was really surprised by the kids. They were so well mannered, smart and hard working just like MC.

-He really loved them a lot. And they liked him too.

-And MC’s mother had so much dignity and integrity. He respected her deeply. And your mother loved Jumin for his honesty and manners. And she knew how much he loved and respected you. 

- And the food your mother cooked for him?? Never had he eaten anything so delicious his entire life.

- Just sitting around with your family and eating with them, made him realise that money really wasn’t everything 

-After that, he never did complain about you having to go to work. But he insisted on helping out a little.

- He always did send your family little extravagant gifts and souvenirs. And demanded a monthly visit to see you mum and the kids

-He took you guys on a lot of trips. And the kids really enjoyed their time with him.


-Given his past, Seven really wanted a to be a part of a family

- So when you wanted to introduce him to your parents, HE WAS SO EXCITED, OVERJOYED, ELATED *add any synonym of your choice*

-You were from a middle class family

-Nothing special really

-You were the only kid.

- “Ok 7,” you warn him, “No funny business at my home… My dad is really strict.”

- “You betcha,” he sticks his tongue out.

-You sigh…. This was bad……… Really bad

-So when you get home, your father growls, “And what is the name of this boy MC? What does he do?”

- “Dad, this is Se-.. I mean Saeyoung and hes a hac-.. I mean a computer programmer.”

- “Why hello~~ sir,” 7 sang and let out his hand for a handshake.

- You dad looked at him from his head to his toe and sighed. 

- “I’ll be at my room if you need me,” he frowned. 

- 7 looked a little upset. Your mum sensed this too. 

- “Oh don’t mind that grumpy old man, Saeyoung, my dear,” you mum chimed, “I really dont know how I put up with him for so many years.”

-You giggled and held 7′s hand.

- “Don;t take it to heart, hon,” you laughed, “He’s what I call a Tsundere dad.”

- “TSUNDERE DAD??” he screamed. WTH MC 

- “The more he likes a person, the ruder he is to them,” your mum explained.

- Saeyoung couldn’t stop laughing, “I’m starting to like your dad.”

-So 7 like usual, kept making his lousy jokes. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes while your mother laughed. 

-Your dad crept in. “OH, You all are making a lot of noise. KEEP IT DOWN,” he said as he sat across you guys with a newspaper.

-You all could not help but chuckle. Oh, the things your dad did just to spend time with you, without actually admitting it.

- “So saeyoung,” your dad started, “How much is it that you earn.”

- 7 sat up straight. “See Sir, it actually depends…..”

- “He earns a lot, dad,” you cut in, “Have you seen his car?” You showed him a picture of his car.

-You dad was impressed and interested but he wouldnt admit it. 

- “It’s a decent car,” he frowned

- The three of you were internally screaming. 

- All throughout the evening 7 made small talk with your dad. He followed him everywhere. Your dad actually showed him his precious stamp collection and LET HIM TOUCH IT.

- Saeyoung started called your mother as mum. AND YOUR MUM LOVED IT

- “Don;t call her that,” you father growled. 

- “But DAD~~~” 7 sang

- “DONT CALL ME THAT,” he shouted. But he was very happy, internally. Tsundere dad strikes again

-He really had taken a liking towards your dad.

- You dad called him annoying a lot but deep inside… lets face it! He loved Saeyoung a lot.

- When it was time to leave, your dad gave you a peck on you cheek as he said , “Saeyoung is good guy, mc. I like him.”

- You werent gonna tell saeyoung this but you had a feeling he already knew.  

- Saeyoung sometimes liked to visit your parents alone and spend time with them

ps…… If you;ve seen Saiki Kusuo then you’ll know about the tsundere grandpa…. that episode literally changed my life


- “V!” you proclaimed one day, “I want you to meet my family.”

- V was surprisingly very cool about this, “Ok mc” he said as he kissed you on the forehead.

-The only family you had left was your two brothers. They practically raised you. Everything they ever did was for you. You didn’t have one complaint in your life. One brother was a professional wrestler and the other worked for the government.

- The two of your brothers were dying to meet V. They planned on how they were going to freak MC’s boyfriend out cause they were both so muscular and buff. And not to mention tall. They were both wrestlers in high school and had so many medals, that you learnt how to count with them

-So anyways, they were really planning to freak your boyfriend out. 

-They wanted to make sure that your boyfriend was man enough. You were their precious baby sister after all. 

- Well, jokes on them…. V was blind. 

- There was no way V was gonna be intimidated my their looks.

- Their jaws fell to the floor when they saw V

- “Mc… is he….”

- “Yes, Im blind,” V interjected, “ But I can see a little with one eye”

- They regained their composure. But they still had to make sure that he would treat their precious little sister well

- “Well Jihyun,” you brother firmly held V’s shoulder, “If you ever do something to our sister then God help you.” 

-You were angered my your brothers’ rude behavior towards V. Before you could protest, V said calmly, “Sir, I wouldnt hurt a hair on her head. She is the love of my life.”

- Commence Jaw Drop

-You blushed hard….. as did your brothers. The line was delivered so cooly and calmly.

-”V~~” you hit his hand playfully.

- Your brothers laughed. 

- “I’ve been married for 5 years and never once have I said such a thing to my wife. We should learn a lot from you V”

- You brothers loved him. They were so boisterous and playful… so unlike V. They considered V as a part of their gang

-V loved it! He had so much fun with your brothers. All three of them got drunk in the end and you were left to take a drunken V home



- Your parents died when you were really young

-You were raised by your grandparents. 

-So when you asked Saeran if he wanted to meet your wonderful grandparents, saeran wasnt exactly excited. But he knew how much they meant to you so he decided to accompany you

-The minute you entered the house, there was the lovely smell of freshly baked goods.

-Your grandma and grandpa were so excited to see you.

-They were standing outside for nearly an hour just to see you.

-You were so happy to see them. Saeran saw immediately how your expression changed. Could you get any cuter? chandler voice

-You hugged them both and kissed them

-Your grandparents were equally excited to see saeran.

- They huddled around him.

- “MC told me that you really like ice cream, saeran,” your Grandma said, “So I made a lil cake to go along with it.”

- “Oh and dont forget about the sweater we got him dear,” your grandpa added.

- As you helped your grandma out in the kitchen, saeran and your grandpa took to talking

- You grandpa told him stories about the army. Saeran seemed very interested and excited.

-You could see them talking about random things under the sun

-He absolutely adored the food your grandma made and even wore the sweater they got for him

-He really enjoyed his time with your grandparents.

-He ended up wishing he could stay there more.

- When you went to sleep, your grandpa and saeran talked throughout the night.

-”Saeran…. in case something happens to me… the mc and her grandma…”

“Nothing will happen to you and if it does… I’m always here for them. MC means the world to me”

Jimin Is Away; Summer, Chapter Three

Summary: Jimin, despite everything the two of you have been through, is slowly fading from your life. But when you find someone to fill the void, Jimin starts to become a bit strange.

Word Count: 1664

Previous Chapter

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Y/N sat in the parking lot of her apartment complex that afternoon, biting her lip as her thumb hovered over the most frightening sight of the day; the send button. She re-read over the short message that she typed for what seemed like the 100th time and sighed.

Hello Hoseok-seonbae! How are you?

Y/N sighed in frustration, glaring at her phone screen.

“Why is this so nerve wracking? You’re just texting a guy for gosh sake.” She mumbled to herself, but her mind still spurred on as she contemplated the message.

Is it too formal? Maybe I should change…-no! Stop it Y/N! You’re worrying too much, just send him the damn message! Y/N thought before hitting the send button with her trembling thumb. She quickly got out of the car, waving to the door man as she hopped into the elevator when she entered her apartment complex. Once the metal doors closed, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Quickly, she pulled it out, feeling her face flush and her heart beat pick up.

Yoo! Y/N! Don’t bother with those silly honorifics, Hoseok is fine! I’m swell!

Y/N smiled as she typed, stepping off the elevator and walking towards her apartment.

I’d feel bad I didn’t use some type of honorifics though. Can’t I at least say Hoseok-ssi?

Y/N placed her phone in her pocket as she opened the door, sighing out loud when she realized that Jimin didn’t lock the door. Again. She heard smashing buttons and the rainbow road theme music blaring from the TV as her eyes found the two boys sitting on the floor, already competing against each other.

“Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to show up.” Jungkook stuck his tongue out at Y/N, briefly glancing up from the game to look at her.

“I thought you said you would text me when you were coming home?” Jimin asked, turning to shoot an inquisitive glace in Y/N’s general vicinity. Y/N cursed in realization.

“Oh crap, I forgot, I’m sorry Jimin. I’ll join in the next round!” Y/N apologized, plopping down on the couch with her legs folded under her. She pulled her phone out and noticed the messages that Hoseok sent.

Uggh, fine, but its gonna make me feel old.
What’s up?

Y/N smiled as she typed,

I’m just hanging with some peeps, how about you?

She glanced up from her phone to notice that the boys were getting violent, shoving and nudging each other to try and throw the other off course. Y/N chuckled and looked down at Hoseok’s response.

Just chillin, I’m about to help my little sister paint her nails. I can’t decide what color I want to give her though. Any advice?

Y/N smiled as she read the message; imagining Hoseok being all brotherly with his little sister made her heart swell.

For a little sister? Uh. Duhh, black. Is that even a question?

A reply came almost a few seconds later.

That’s my favorite color, great idea! What do you do in your free time, besides being unbearably attractive of course?

Y/N blushed as she read and re-read the words. Her heart was bursting in her chest. She hadn’t been with such a flirtatious guy in a while, and the affection and endearment made her body feel warm and fuzzy.

A whole lot of video games with my dorky roommate and childhood friend. And movies. A shit ton of movies.

Y/N hit send and looked up to find that the game was paused on the final lap, both guys looking at her; Jungkook with a furrowed expression on his face and Jimin with a look of wonder.

“What?” Y/N asked, looking at both guys. Jungkook suddenly shot up from his spot on the floor, leaning in close to grab her face with both his hands. Y/N blushed at Jungkook’s proximity, his nose was touching hers and his lips were much too close. Jungkook, her long-term childhood friend that she’s known since they were in diapers, (before Jimin came into the friend circle at age 4) didn’t seem to mind though.

“K-Kookie?” Y/N blanked, looking anywhere but Jungkook’s eyes.

“Dude, what’re you- “

“Shhhhh.” Jungkook hummed softly, turning Y/N’s face every which way under his scrutinizing stare. Y/N’s phone buzzed in her lap, but Jungkook didn’t pay it no mind. He stared at her for three long seconds before he let go of Y/N’s face with his eyes glowing and a wide smile on his face.

“Shut up!” he yelled happily. Jimin and Y/N looked at each other in confusion before turning back to Jungkook.

“You met a boy!” Jungkook continued. Jimin’s eyes widened and Y/N sputtered.

“What?! No! I, well, maybe…yeah.” She finished with a small smile etched on her face. Jungkook squealed happily, but Jimin’s stare became dark and downcast.

“Ooh!!! Details! What’s he like? Is he handsome?” Jungkook gushed, sitting up on the couch with Y/N, holding her hands in his. Y/N blushed and nodded.

“Very, very handsome Kookie! He has this chocolatey brown hair and the deepest, darkest eyes. He has this voice, it’s so smooth and he has this way with words that makes my heart skip beats.” Y/N gushed. Jungkook clapped his hands together and hugged the girl tightly.

“Jiminie! Aren’t you proud of our Y/N for finally finding a man?! And here I thought she was just going to die a lonely cat lady.” Jungkook teased, rubbing his cheek against her own in a motherly way. Y/N pushed him off and flicked his nose playfully.

“Yah! You’re so mean Jungkookie! Respect your noona!” Y/N laughed, but when she looked up and saw Jimin’s dark expression her smile slid off her face.

“Jimin?” she asked softly. He turned his attention to her and gave her a forced smile.

“Yeah, I’m happy for you Y/N! Really, good job, and to think that I thought we’d be stuck as roommates forever.” He teased. He pulled Jungkook up off the couch and back onto the floor.

“C’mon Kook, I still have to beat your ass before Y/N can join us.” Jungkook huffed and grabbed his controller. Jimin’s challenge to the younger man was clearly accepted as they continued with their game.

Confused and bewildered at what just happened, Y/N picked up her phone to read the string of texts Hoseok had sent her.

Lol, that sounds like me too!
Are you a mind reader or something?
Btw, my little sis loves the choice you made
She thanks you
But can I ask you something?

Y/N smiled and typed out a reply.

Lol, I’m glad she likes it. You already asked me something though, for this next one I will have to charge you.

Hoseok replied almost immediately, as if he was waiting for Y/N’s reply.

It’s worth the cost if I get to keep talking to such a wonderful girl
One: I need a decision breaker between two movies, wanna help a guy out?
Two: Where have you been hiding all my life?

Y/N giggled and squirmed happily in her couch crease.

That’s two dollars, y’know
But, yes, please! I’d love to help, what are the choices?
You’re such a flirt, the girls must be all over you Mr. Jung~

On the other side of town, Hoseok chuckled at his screen. He liked this girl. He liked this girl a lot. She was funny, sarcastic, yet cute and shy. She was so innocent, and Hoseok wanted nothing more but to help corrupt her. He typed his reply after a few seconds of pondering.

Final Destination 3 or The Descent?
And baby, I’m only a flirt when I talk to you. I can’t help myself. After all, you deserve to be ravished in compliments.

Y/N read the messages with a red blush on her face, and an excited smile as she pondered the movie choices.

The Descent, obviously, that movie is incredible! Even though FD3 has that awesome, cheesy quality to it like Scary Movie, you seem more like a serious horror lover to me.

Hoseok smirked.

Are you sure we haven’t met before? It’s like you already know me~
That movie creeps me out in the best ways possible

Y/N blushed and typed her message, worrying over her words before hitting send.

Trust me, with a face like yours I don’t think I’d forget you
Just don’t go spelunking and you’ll be fine

Hoseok laughed, she knew her movies alright. And her small attempt at flirting made her even cuter to him.

Lol, yeah I’m never doing that
But look who’s a flirt now~
What movies are your favorite?

Y/N was about to type but a controller was thrown into her lap.

“Pick your character and car Y/N, we’re gonna start a tournament!” Jungkook said happily. Y/N quickly typed.

Movies are like music, they’re all good. You just have to find the good ones out of the mix of genres

Hoseok nodded, liking her answer. She was such a free spirit in his eyes, and that made the chase even more fun to him.

Good point, we should watch some together so you can help me find the good ones

“Y/N? You ready?” Jimin asked her. He looked at her differently than normal. We have to talk later, she thought as she picked up the controller with her left hand.

“Now, now, Jiminie, let Y/N say goodbye to her little boyfriend.” Jungkook nudged her side playfully and Y/N blushed.

“He isn’t my boyfriend Kookie.”


Y/N rolled her eyes and typed out three words before setting her phone down and replacing her focus with a controller. She looked up at Jimin, not noticing the hints of sorrow and anger flickering in his eyes. She playfully stuck her tongue out at him and smiled. Jimin couldn’t help but smile back and let out an airy laugh. Ah. There was that smell of mint like usual, but it didn’t make her heart stop like it normally would.

“I’m ready.” She said.

I’d like that

That’s What Friends Are For

@hamwriters write-a-thon: femslash day (2)

pairing: phillipa soo x reader

summary: Pippa is reader’s childhood best friend and when reader finally gets out of an unhealthy relationship, she is right there for her through all the tears. 

warnings: swearing, very brief mention of sex, i think that’s all?

words: 2894

a/n: this is going to be a little two part bit of fluff. i was just going to make it into one part, but that was a LOT of writing to finish in one night, so i decided to split it up. i hope you enjoy!!

tags: @bluesnowyangel @hamrevolution

“Luke, I can’t keep doing this!” You snapped as your boyfriend came stumbling through the front door of your shared apartment. It was 1 am and he reeked of alcohol and another woman’s perfume, but you were so exhausted you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Falling limply into your arms, Luke let out a loud groan from the back of his throat then mumbled a few incoherent words. You grabbed onto him tightly to drag him over to the sofa just a few feet away and tossed him there with a sigh.

“You were supposed to be at a meeting for work,” you hissed at the dark haired man.

His response was much less coherent, but you were able to figure it out through the slurs. “But baby, I was!”

“Don’t fucking lie to me! I have proof right in front of my eyes that you weren’t at a meeting!”

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“But Cullen, see here-“

“Did I stutter?”

“Anyone would think you didn’t want to share them.”

“Not with the nobility of Orlais, I do not.”

“I think you are being rash. This is an excellent reason for a peaceful, joyful gathering, as well as winning ourselves some influence with the nobility. Recently, things have been tricky to say the least. An evening reception could be the turning point for this.”

They are not bargaining chips.

“But they attract much attention-”


“The children of the Herald of Andraste and the Commander of the Inquisition. Surely you understand the interest that garners; the people are curious.”

“They can stay curious, and preferably several miles away from Skyhold.”

Josephine let out an indignant huff, pointing her quill at him from across the war table. “You are being insufferable, and pig-headedly stubborn about this.”


“Cullen, it will be a fine evening!”

“They are children! One of them barely an infant, three months old!” Cullen’s lip curled as he snarled his response. “They will have no idea what is happening, other than being peered at and patted and prodded, on display for your politicking. I won’t agree to it.” He folded his arms firmly, glowering across the room at her, fully intending that the conversation be over.

“That’s a pity, because the Inquisitor already has.”



“I’d like to voice, once again, that I am entirely against this entire idea. Maker knows why you ever agreed to it.” Cullen’s scowl was fixed as the procession of caravans and trailers made their way into the courtyard of Skyhold, mingling with the welcoming party, the sounds of laughter and conversation rising in the air. Their daughter sat in his arms, young eyes watching the arriving banners and colours with fascination from the safety of the parapets.

“Is that why we have more guard on duty than the entirety of Val Royeaux?”

The displeasure on his face was evident. “Inviting half of Orlais in to our home, even just for the evening, is asking for trouble. Andraste preserve me, I will have lost my patience by the time the end of this debacle comes around.”

Elicia rolled her eyes, moving to stand at his side, gently leaning into him. The infant tucked in the crook of her arm squeaked at the movement, but continued to slumber on. “Cullen, love. You are overthinking this.”

She felt the soft scratch of stubble as he kissed the side of her head, free arm linking around her waist, pulling her in close, chest heaving with a sigh. “It makes me nervous.” The stark confession came as his previous stoicism slipped. “It is too easy, too open and exposed. It is bad enough having to agree to place you on a pedestal for all to see, to leave you so exposed, that I cannot control. But for them too…I know I cannot hide them here forever, but…To wish for some normality for them, to be safe in this uneasy world…”

“I cannot think of any way they will ever be safer. Skyhold is their home.” She let the silence hang for a moment before continuing. “We need to appease these families and win some favour for ourselves. I know you understand it well enough, and I know that underneath you distain for our ambassador’s posturing, you recognise the reality we face. This is difficult, but our duty to the Inquisition must also be a consideration. It is one evening.”

The sigh that began his reply told her he understood fine well. “They will be safe, because I have stationed guards at every possible problematic area within Skyhold, and will have all on high alert for any issues. I will not allow anything other than a trouble-free evening.”

“They will be safe,” Elicia countered, turning her gaze upwards to meet his, “because their father will be less than a breath away at all times. No would-be trouble maker would dare to do anything with that particular threat hanging over them.”

She allowed herself a coy grin as she felt his chest rise and fill with pride, the low chuckle that fell from his lips more relaxed. “At least we are in agreement about something.”

Any further response he had was interrupted by an excited cry from the toddler in his arms.

“Daddy, look! Flags!”


As it happened, the reception was undisturbed and typically boring. The nobles fawned over the new arrival (yes, he repeatedly answered, he had taken his eyes and hair from his father), whispered hushed remarks about the blessed second infant of the Herald (Connor, he did have a name, sweet Maker!)  and marvelled at how alike their young girl was to her mother (Maker’s breath, was that really a surprise?). Frankly, the events of the day did little to change his opinion on the uselessness of pomp and circumstance of nobility, and only further served to reinforce his belief that a few good soldiers was better than any damn party. He was polite, however, Josephine’s warning eyes often finding him, and he spent the early evening fielding questions with ease, and sheltering a shy Imogen in his arms from the squealing noble women attempting to pinch her cheeks.

But when she began to whine, and rub at her eyes, and the baby grew restless, even with a full stomach, Cullen merrily volunteered to commandeer the bed time effort. Elicia had thanked him as she had passed the boy, the look they shared telling him there would be an admittance later on that perhaps he had been right about inviting so many people at once. But it was gone in a flash, and she was drawn into another conversation with another masked noble. Cullen slipped from the Great Hall with ease, leaving instructions with the guard should his presence be required, before disappearing into the quiet of Skyhold and the safety of their personal quarters, the warmth of the embers from the fire glowing in the dark of the evening.

As the door closed, he felt the invisible burden slip from him. Complete. He could relax, now that privacy was once more theirs, that the peering eyes and sickly-sweet voices had disappeared. Elicia was capable, more than capable, of handling an evening reception full of finery and indulgence. She was, after all, noble blooded, born into that world, far more attune with it and less noticeably irritated; Cullen, despite valiant attempt, had yet to ever find the patience, and often fought to control the sarcasm that awaited on his tongue. For all that the Inquisition was, and had, the Ferelden farm boy at his core still yearned for the most peaceful life he could muster.

He kicked off the leather boots that so pained his feet, setting the baby down amongst the covers on the bed before shedding the heavy dress jacket and waistcoat, and loosing the collar of his shirt. He set about changing Imogen from the ridiculously ruffled dress she had been subjected to, cladding her in fresh nightclothes and freeing her ever-growing hair from the confines of the plait Elicia had so carefully put in place.

“Come now, how about some peace from all that madness, hm? You have done a fine job as our newest ambassador. You look a little more like yourself now though, little one, and I fear I shall always prefer you to do so.” The soft giggle from her as he tickled under her chin made his heart swell, and he planted several kisses on her cheeks, peals of light laughter ringing out in response. Bundling both her and her brother back into his arms, he settled amongst the pillows on the bed, Imogen curling under one arm, the baby, with his golden tufts and rosy fat cheeks, nuzzling into his chest, breathing settling as calm descended. Cullen’s eyes closed almost automatically, the peaceful bliss addictive, and the content feeling of having both close, safe and quiet.

“So little, so new here, but so loved. Endless possibility, wrapped with hopes and dreams. Must protect, too innocent, too much evil in this world for them. How such little people have such hold over a heart.”

The sudden voice made him jump, eyes snapping open; even now, the Hedge mage could catch him by surprise. “Cole.” It was a rather obvious statement, and the boy, perched on the chair opposite, tilted his head.

“I was not aware you were sleeping. Did I frighten you?”

“I wasn’t, I…never mind.” He sighed, raising an eyebrow. “What do you want?”

“The Inquisitor asked me to check you had escaped in safety. She is trapped within conversation, mask after mask, words, words, words. It is so busy, but nobody notices Cole. I slipped up here very easily for her. She was worried it was too much.”

“Did she now?” He relaxed, returning to gently patting his son’s back, lulling him into a peaceful slumber with the quietest of sniffles. “Well, you can tell her that all is well, and she is free to continue with her evening. Although, I doubt I will be rejoining her, so please pass on my apologies.”

“Warm arms, broad chest, hands that guide, eyes that adore. Safe from all here, with my father, my favourite place in his embrace.”

Cullen’s eyes snapped up once more, following Cole’s gaze to his sleeping daughter, a dainty hand curled amongst his shirt, dark curls splayed as she found sleep, peace on her face, cheek resting at the arch of his shoulder. The creeping familiarity of fierce love wove into his chest as he watched her sleep, Cole’s words ringing in his ear, and a soft chuckle escaped him as he closed his eyes, knowing the spirit would be gone, leaving them in blissful peace once more.

Sweet Dreams, Kara Zor-El

Kara’s apartment, sometime around midnight. Lena startles when she wakes up to see Kara isn’t beside her.

When her girlfriend returns in her Supergirl attire, Lena isn’t so fazed. She lowered her eyelids at her superhero girlfriend and gazed from beneath them.

“Didn’t I say not to leave me alone like that?” Lena asked, her voice thick with sleep. She sits up and a slanted smile appears on Kara’s face.

“Ha! More like lecture.”

Lena tilted her head slightly, her stare playful. “Come on.”

Kara raises her hands defensively. “I’m sorry! I didn’t want to wake you up…”

Utilizing her super speed, Kara changes out of her suit and into comfy pajamas. She takes off her glasses and sets them aside. Lena smiled affectionately at Kara and opens the covers for her girlfriend to crawl under.

“You were sleeping so peacefully.”

“You’re lucky I forgive you.” Lena said charmingly with an arm over Kara’s waist once they’ve settled in.

“So easily?”

“Well, you are a Super after all.”

Kara’s face was suddenly the image of shocked innocence. “And they say there’s no such thing as a good Luthor!” Kara teased.

Lena just shakes her head, smiling with a hand over her forehead. “Kara!”

What?” She giggled at the thick warm sound of Lena’s sleepy voice.

They lie with their heads on the pillows, facing each other in comfortable silence. Lena admiring Kara’s wholesomeness and those pretty blue daydream eyes, her perfect pink lips.

Kara noticed Lena wearing her POWER TO THE GIRLS sweatshirt. She slid her hand beneath the sleeve to affectionately message Lena’s arm. She’s pleased when her enhanced hearing focuses on the soothing sound of Lena’s beating heart.

“Do you really want to know what I was up to?” Kara asked.

With an inquisitive twinkle in her eye, Lena propped her head on the pillow, her dark hair hung loose around her face. “Oh, obviously!”

Kara bites down on her bottom lip, failing to contain her enthusiasm. “You’ve got to close your eyes first.” She insisted and was met with Lena’s raised eyebrow.

Kara Zor-El?


Lena sighed, forfeiting. She felt the swift breeze of Kara’s super speed. This time it was for something special.

“Okay,” Kara said clasping her hands with avidity. “You can open them now!”

Kara was sitting up now, legs crossed. Lena did as well when her eyes landed on a square object placed between herself and Kara. She had seen Kara with it when she came home, not bringing attention to it at the time.

“What have you done?” Lena lightheartedly accused.

“Well, go on,” Kara encouraged Lena’s hesitancy to open her birthday present. “Don’t keep me in suspense here!”

Alright.” Lena said with a submissive sigh. She accepts the present with a red ribbon on the corner and begins unwrapping the baby blue paper. She looked up to smirk at Kara. “Love the color scheme.”

“Thought you might, groupie.” Kara quipped.

“Ha-ha.” Lena replied wryly. “I told you not to get me anything.”

“That’s just ridiculous!” Kara scoffed. “There’s always something somebody wants.”

“And you’re it for me.”

“Aw…” Kara bashfully chucked. She gently caressed Lena’s jaw then tapped her on the nose. “You’re super sweet, but that’s not stopping me from spoiling you.”

After Lena finished unwrapping and removing the bright yellow tissue paper…

“I don’t believe it!” Her hand pressed to her mouth and Kara sees her green eyes turn glossy. “Theo!” Lena breathed shakily as she picked up her gift, still in denial. It was Lena’s teddy bear from when she was a little girl. Her tears fall and Kara wipes them away, looking at her girlfriend devotedly.

“How did you…?” Lena’s watery eyes met Kara’s. She couldn’t talk through her happy tears. She never imagined a moment like this to happen to her. “I thought Mother threw him out with the rest of my things years ago.”

Kara clicked her tongue. “Yeah, well…”

Oh boy did she really want to ramble about what she went through to retrieve Theo but decided it wasn’t necessary. It was in her facial expression anyway and nevertheless, Lena could read into it, her nose scrunched up adorably watching Kara go on.

“Let’s just say I brought out the big guns for this one by using my powers of persuasion on Lillian.”

“You and my Mother working together?” Lena laughed, petting Theo’s head. “You two can’t stand each other.”

That’s true and there is no denying it.

This all came about a few days ago when Lena broke Kara’s heart.


They had an afternoon lunch date planned. At L-Corp, when Kara walked into Lena’s office, she found her on the couch crying. Unbeknownst to Kara it had been the anniversary of the day Lena’s real mom died. Kara held her distressed girlfriend in her arms. Through her tears, Lena talked about how she recalls Lionel telling her that Theo had been a gift from her mom when she discovered she was pregnant with her. All Kara could do was console Lena with all her heart. She asked for Lena to take the day off, had to convince her. Kara scooped her love into her arms and flew them to Lena’s apartment.

Working with Lillian Luthor and setting aside her animosity for that woman would be worth it in the end. Kara made sure to keep this positive thought on a loop. All that mattered to her was putting Lena’s heart back together in any small way she could, and also bringing her mom back to her. Even if this meant sneaking behind Alex and the DEO’s back.

Lillian snickered at the fact that Kara contacted her for a teddy bear. Kara assured Lillian if she wouldn’t help her get Theo back, she’d reveal how it wasn’t only her that assisted in getting rid of the Daxamites. The credit would be stripped away and go to the ones who genuinely deserve it. So Lillian rolled her cold eyes and unwillingly caved.

Time went by after that.


Earlier tonight, Kara met with Lillian (purposefully clad in her Supergirl suit to spite her) at an undisclosed location, with Hank Henshaw at her side.

The mad Luthor presented the Super with an old cardboard box. “Ask and you shall receive.” Lillian was enjoying this too much and it wasn’t a good thing at all. Obviously Kara despised having to affiliate with this xenophobic woman, however she reminded herself to take a breath with Lena in her mind’s eye.

The mad Luthor and gallant Super got in their final verbal jabs at each other.

Kara felt much relief when Lillian handed the box over. “Thank you.” She said with severe reluctance, but deep down she truly means it. Even if the mad woman doesn’t give a crap.

Lillian was being smug and threw in a malicious remark of how the Kryptonian was being a sentimental fool over something so trivial as a teddy bear, and how she could have ever taken the likes of her as a threat. Henshaw cackled and Supergirl shot him a glare with a clenched jaw. Oh how she would love to use her heat vision on the cyborg. But like Lillian said, she got what she came for and now Kara could dramatically make her exit.

Just before Supergirl was about to take flight she heard Lillian’s cheerful cruel voice.

“Remember our deal, Kryptonian.”

Kara bites her tongue. Without a doubt in her mind, she knew this entire arrangement would come at a price and she begrudgingly accepted that.

Supergirl gave an unsmiling nod. “Of course.”

She flew away into the night with Lena’s missing puzzle piece in her arms.


“For you, Lena.” Kara said, caressing Lena’s cheek. She was completely immersed in the color of Lena’s blue green eyes, like the calm ocean. “I’d do anything to see you happy because you deserve to be and I love you.”

The way Lena pouted in awe made Kara’s blood and butterflies sing.

“Come here.” Lena pleads tearfully. Kara leaned in so her girlfriend could pull her closer for a lingering kiss. Poor Theo was crushed between them. Kara smiled against Lena’s lips, feeling her fingers comb through her blonde hair.

Lena rested her forehead to Kara’s and laughed lightheartedly. “You broke the rule just to rescue my teddy bear?”

Kara plays with Theo’s ear. “We both know it’s more than Theo.”

“Kara…” Lena disengaged herself from Kara and looks at her with guilt in her eyes. “About the other day. I’m sorry if I frightened you.”

Kara took Lena’s hand in hers and listened even though she so badly wanted to dismiss her apology.

“Sometimes I get emotional about my real mom.” Lena continues, holding Theo close to her chest. “With what little memories I have of her that seem to fall away from me as time goes on,” She falters and Kara’s hand is on her knee now, smiling sweetly at Lena to go on. “I become quite overwhelmed. I’m sorry you saw me like that.”

Kara brushed Lena’s hair behind her ear. At the sight of Lena clutching her childhood teddy bear, she takes Lena’s hand in her own to press a kiss there. “You don’t ever have to apologize for something like that, Lena. Especially to someone like me. You will always have me to see you through anything.”

Lena’s eyes fall on Kara’s necklace, Alura’s necklace. She takes it between her fingers to press a kiss to it, then looks up at those very radiant blue eyes. She speaks with her voice soft and even. “How did I get so lucky?”

And then Kara perked up, not even bothering to fight off her toothy grin. “Well, once upon a time when my pod got knocked of course—“

Lena burst out into a fit of round giggles, letting her head fall on Kara’s shoulder. Kara took pride in making her girlfriend laugh and hearing it was her favorite melody.

“Alright, nutball.” Lena said, calming down and straightening up. “It’s late. Time for bed.”

Kara rolled her eyes with a crooks grin. “Yes, miss Luthor.”

For a final time, Kara used her super speed to clean the mess, then turn off the lights and snuggle under the blankets with her girlfriend, Theo between them. Lena’s eyes were closed and Kara utilized her super hearing once more to listen in on Lena’s heart beating. The result? Lena is calm and happy. This satisfies Kara as she feels all warm inside and presses a kiss to Lena’s lips. “Happy birthday, Lee.”

Lena gazed at Kara form beneath her eyelids. “I love you, Kara Zor-El.” She said. It was like the smooth taste of whipped cream, like a deep tongue kiss.

Kara replied “I love you more” in her native tongue, making Lena blush under the moonlight.

“Sweet dreams.” Kara said.

Lena makes Theo talk to Kara in a high pitched boyish voice. “Sweet dreams, Kara Zor-El!

That was too cute for Kara. She giggled and gave Theo a kiss goodnight, too. “Sleep tight, Theo.”

As they’re both getting ready to fall asleep, Kara feels Lena move even closer to her, nestling her head under Kara’s chin. She happily keeps her there.

Before closing her eyes, Kara gave one last look down at the precious sight of Theo back in Lena’s arms. The poor teddy bear had aged. Different from the photograph Lena showed Kara the night she went to her office and brought donuts during Lillian’s trial ordeal.

Lena’s skin glowed with the moonlight shining over her. With a smile, Kara sends Rao a silent thank you. She closes her eyes, drifting off to sleep.

anonymous asked:

A bit of a different question but how would Yui approach the each of S&M brothers and announce that she was pregnant in a scenario in which she was with them.


Shu: Shu sat drifting between a state of sleep and consciousness as he rested outide on a bench, Yui laying by his side. His music leaked from his buds and into the still night air. Yui shifted uncomfortably. She hoped to God he wasn’t picking up on her unease. Not yet at least. It was about to happen and she was very nervous. That’s when his music changed and the song “You’re Having My Baby” by Paul Anka came on. Shu tensed. A certain smartphone addicted vampire helped Yui plan this scheme out; they messed with his ipod while he was snoring away.

The blonde lazily shifted an inquisitive gaze to the smaller girl. “Yui-san, do you have something you’re trying to tell me?”

“U-uhm, that is..” Yui started.

“Hmm?” He prodded.

“Shu,” Yui began. “I’m pregnant.”

     Shu’s eyes widened in surprise. “Yui..” Her name rolled off his lips as his body came to embrace her, no longer tired and instead full of excited passion. “That’s great,” he breathed into her neck, kissing it. “You’ll make a wonderful mother.”

Reiji: He had noticed the signs pretty early on. Yui was more emotional lately, every snide comment he made seemed to affect her when they usually had no effect. Her chest had become full and shapely. She no longer got her monthlies. It didn’t take long for Reiji to pop the question on her.

“Yui, excuse my imprudence, but if I may ask, are you pregnant?”

     Yui recoiled in surprise. She had been planning to tell him, but she never expected him to beat her to it. “Yes… I’m sorry Reiji, I was waiting for the right moment–”

“It’s okay, I’m pleased to hear my suspicions were correct. Don’t worry, you are the best suited to care for my child.”

Laito: Yui and Laito were preparing to go swimming and Laito was already dressed and waiting for her when the door opened and Yui stepped out.

“Wow Bitch-chan, you’ve gotten fuller,” he teased insensitively.

     Yui only frowned at this and rubbed her protruding belly in a loving manner. “And guess who gave me this belly,” Yui retorted sassily.

     Laito was about to make a comeback until her words sank in. “U-uh Bitch-chan, are you saying what I think you’re saying? But I was sure I used protection–”

Kanato: Yui and Kanato were at Build-A-Bear, one of Kanato’s favorite places to go in the entire mall. The purple-haired boy continued to blubber to his Teddy about how they were getting new friends, who we should make this time, and all that. While he was preoccupied, Yui created a small stuffed teddy bear without him noticing. 

     Kanato finallu did notice her missing, proceeding to come behind her with wide, accusing eyes. “Yui-san, who’s bear is that?” He questioned. “We were supposed to make ours together.”

     Yui turned to him with a shy expression. “Well Kanato, this one is for the baby…” Kanato’s eyes widened in surprise and he seized the girl’s shoulders.


Ayato: Ayato was in the middle of an intense basketball game and Yui watched from the crowd with adoration. The boisterous redhead was dominating the game, pulling his team into the lead with numerous consecutive scores and he was definitely full of it. Every time he scored, he turned and to give Yui a wide grin seeming to say “Look, see how cool I am.”

     As Ayato dribbled the ball towards his teams victory, Yui decided this was the opportunity to hold up her banner. Ayato turned to look at Yui a little early this time and that’s when he saw it. His jaw dropped and the ball slipped out of his hands before it could be slammed into the net. The crowd, confused by the sudden turn of events, all followed the redhead’s gaze to Yui’s banner. On it, the words read, Ayato, we’re having a baby!

The crowd cheered and Ayato’s face went as read as his hair.

Subaru: Subaru grunted unenthusiastically as Yui guided their grocery basket around the food market. “How much more food do you need, woman?!” He exclaimed hotly. “You already got so much, baby carrots, baby peas, baby back ribs, wait Gerber baby … are you trying to tell me something?!”

Yui only laughed at his dumbfounded face. He continued to stare, trying to determine if his suspicions were correct. 

“Are you… pregnant?”

“Yes, we’re having a baby, Subaru.”

Ruki: Ruki sat in his favorite chair and was about to open his equally favorite book when a small note slipped from the pages. On it read:


I’m pregnant with your child



     Ruki’s eyes stared unbelievingly at the note. This couldn’t be true, could it? It was a prank, it was too good to be true afterall. Ruki stood and began searching for his wife. “YUI!” “YUI WHERE ARE YOU.” Ruki muttered under his breath, “I’m going to be a father.”

Kou: Kou woke up to find Yui in the kitchen cooking breakfast. He yawned sleepily, coming up to hug her from behind. “Whatcha cookin?” 

Yui smiled at her cute husband and took the still hot pancakes off the griddle to put on a plate. “Pancakes. Sit down and I’ll bring them to you, okay?”

As Kou sat down, Yui prepared the plates, then carried them, placing it before Kou. He gasped loudly shooting out of his chair to look at Yui. All sleep had been slapped off his face.

“S-since when did you know…?” He asked loud enough to wake up everyone else. “Yui… I’m going to be a father!

Yui came to hug him and he hugged back, twirling her around in his arms and laughing uncontrollably. His plate of pancakes with the words “We’re having a baby” written on in chocolate syrup long forgotten.

Yuma: Yuma’s chickens were finally starting to lay eggs so this morning Yuma was cooking everyone a nice scrambled egg breakfast. Ruki, Kou, Azusa, and Yui all sat in the dining room, anticipation filling them whole as they waited for what was coming next. And it surely did. Yuma screamed comically loud and Kou burst into laughter. Ruki only quietly chuckled and Azusa smiled gleefully. Yui only nervously shifted in her chair as Yuma came running in holding the egg. On it the words “I’m having a baby” had been written in pretty letters.

“Is it true we are having a baby, Yui?! Is that why they’ve been smirking so much lately?!” Yuma exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at his brothers.

Azusa: Yui sat across from Azusa in the chinese restaurant. They were in the downtown area of the city and a soft glowing sunset was cascading down the sky, giving every building and tree an orange tint. Soft elegant music and the light clinking of silver tableware filled the large dining room. Azusa was dressed handsomely in gray-toned semi casual attire, his wild and unruly hair was somewhat tamed and groomed. Not too long ago, Yui told Kou about how she was pregnant with Azusa’s child and needed help spilling the beans to him. The blonde had nearly choked on his biscuit and was undeniably excited to help her out. That was how Azusa and Yui ended up going on the fancy date to said restaurant. Yui and Azusa quietly chatted, Azusa shyly smiling and Yui laughing jubilantly. The meal was ending and it was about time to discuss payment for the meal.

“Hellooo⭐ how are you doing this evening~?” the waiter appeared, smiling cheerfully. Only it was Kou dressed as a waiter. He was holding a platter of fortune cookes. “Have one of these as you wait for your ticket, pleeaase.”

     And without another word, a fortune cookie was popped in front of both of them. Yui’s hands sweated nervously and Azusa, who had been confusedly distracted by his brother’s appearance, pryed his eyes away and cracked open the cookie. He read the fortune the paper held, paused, then read it again.

“I’m… pregnant,” Azusa said. He then looked up, eyes squinting confusedly. “I’m… ..pregnant?”

Kou smacked a hand to his forehead, audibly mouthing ‘so pure’ under his breath. Yui gulped loudly then took Azusa’s hands into her smaller ones.

“Azusa, I’m pregnant,” she told him nervously, not knowing how he would react to such big news. Understanding dawned on the vampire’s face and his eyes lit up happily. 

“You… are?!” He squeezed her hands with giddy excitement. “That’s great, Yui-san! I’m… so happy! What are we going… to name him?” Or… is it a girl…? Either would be fine… Should we look for… a house to raise the baby..? When did you find out…. about the baby-”

Just A Crush

Chapter 1: On The Lookout

Originally posted by caa-s


Word Count: 1,792

Characters: Sam, Dean, Cas

Warnings: eventual fluff, smut maybe(but will be marked so you will know what parts) Summary: your sisters wedding is coming up and you’re looking for a “date”. The brothers think it would be good for Cas to go with you, the blue eyed beauty you’ve had a crush on for years.

“Dean!” you called out through the bunker; your voice carrying out into an echo. Due to no response, you continued examining the place and and calling for him. He had to be around her somewhere, Sam claimed he had just saw him. Passing through the kitchen, you stopped at the bar when you noticed Cas. He sat perched at the table with one of your books.

“Hey Cas,” you greeted calmly. The blue sapphire eyes peered into you, his deep, blue gaze capturing your full attention.

“Hello (y/n),” he replied, setting the book down. Just hearing the sound of his voice made your heart race.

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A (Big) Slice Of Happiness

The always lovely and super talented @kawereen requested Cullen and Demetra fighting over a slice of cake. My hand slipped, I wrote this thing (beware: fluff everywhere!), but I hope you like it anyway!

Plus, let me wish you all my dear followers and friends, a great HAPPY EASTER!

Cullen Rutherford X Demetra Trevelyan

“Hands off!”
She jolted, hearing his strong command, her fork falling on the floor. His chuckle made her blush and infuriate “You’re not nice scaring me in that way!”
“Oh,” he grinned, leaning against their kitchen’s wall “instead you are so nice trying to steal that last piece of cake.”
“I wasn’t stealing.” she replied, a bit offended, ready to knee and pick the fork up.
“Wait,” he said doing that for her “let me help you.”
She smiled, grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer “You’re so kind. The kindest husband. And you need a bath!” she said, wincing, after her quick peck on his sweat cheek. He laughed again “Well, the new horses arrived this morning and Branson was more than happy to have me there to help.”
“And returning home you stopped to help the workers at the Shelter.” she smiled, noting a slight track of calcimine between his hair. Cullen nodded “The works are proceeding quicker than expected. I think that in four – five months we’ll be ready to open the Templars Shelter. Cassandra’ll be relieved, I think.”
“Yes,” Demetra agreed, remembering her friend’s words in her last missive “now that the word got around and that Leliana is promoting the permanent abolition of lyrium in their ranks, I’m not surprised that so many Templars want to try and change their life.”
“I think Cassandra and her new Seekers are doing well, travelling around and spreading the news.”
Their thoughts flew to the Seeker, busy in offering Templars a new way to live, a new method to cover their role without the lyrium, and training the one who were willing to give it a try in techniques very similar to the Seekers’ ones.
With the approval of Leliana –  the Divine Victoria, Demetra reminded to herself – Cassandra was ready to help Cullen in giving the Templar Order a chance in the new world.
“Anyway,” her husband voice interrupted her reflections “we still have a couple of things to settle down before opening it, right?”
She followed his tender glare, nodding again.
“Where’s Grace?”he asked, looking around. She couldn’t hold back her smirk. She was actually surprised he didn’t ask earlier. Since their first daughter was born, the former Inquisitor loved joking that now she was at the third place in his husband’s list of most loved ones, after Grace and his Mabari. Maybe the fourth, after his chessboard. Of course, Cullen protested everytime, usually sat in his favorite armchair, with Grace on his lap and Inquisitor barking happily at his feet. It suited him, that serene, domestic atmosphere, as she had always suspected when her dream to share a life together had to be put aside for facing all the battles they did.
“Grace is in the garden, with Inquisitor of course.” Demetra answered, her voice playful “I fear you’re not his favorite member of this family anymore.” He looked beyond her shoulder, probably catching a glimpes of dark red curls bouncing between the flowers.
“Yes, well,” he chuckled, shaking his head “I can’t blame him. She’s lovely. As her mother.”
“Oh, stop it, you sweet talker.” she tutted at him. Noting he had taken the plate with the last piece of cake which Mia sent them, she quickly moved to grab it back. With a half smile, half huff, Cullen kept the plate out of her reach. She looked at him in disbelief. Cullen’s love for cakes and butter cookies was well known everywhere, but this didn’t give him the right to not share with her!
“Cullen, that’s my slice!”

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Closest Thing To Heaven

Chapter One

His lips are my absolute favorite part of him. Apart from the array of tattoos that splatter his forearms or the way his chest and biceps look fresh from a hot shower, his lips are the closest thing to heaven for me. The way they wrap around mine, so impeccably soft like the warmest hug that could make my skin vibrate and my heart soar every single time. Time almost stood still every time I kissed him.

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anonymous asked:

Oh my god prompts are open!!!!! How about some Adam Kovic where he accidentally proposes to the reader? Like the two of them are just relaxing at home and he just lets it slip without thinking? Please and thank you!!!

A/N - Sneaking in mid-RTX to drop the Saturday fic on you guys! Thanks for your prompt, friend! Kovic’s always a fave of mine, and it has been some time since I’ve written an ‘’accidental proposal’’ fic. I wrote this a while back, so it’s not exactly timely, but I think it still works! Enjoy!

Pairing - Adam x Reader

Warnings - Swearing

Word Count - 1, 366

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anonymous asked:

Can you please do a prompt where Finn sees a picture of Wayne and starts asking Ali a bunch of questions about him and emily overhears the conversation

thank you! this was lovely xx

“Mommy?” Finn’s angelic voice floated through to the table where Ali say grading papers. Emily was out with Hanna, planning Ali’s (surprise) birthday party.  She looked over at him and smiled lovingly, getting up from her chair and walking over to him where he sat curled up in a box of old photos he had pulled out from under the chair.

“Yeah, baby” She mumbled, running a hand through her hair as she say down and crossed her legs sitting next to him on the rug. In his hands, she saw the photo of Emily with her dad million lifetimes ago at a father-daughter dance; one of the ones before Ali came home. She got shivers looking at, the smile on her wife’s face as she looked up at her dad, so proud and so  much love, the same look shining down on his.

“Who is mama with?” He said, his finger tracing the outline of his Grandpa’s face. Ali sighed, feeling uncomfortable without Emily having this conversation with her. She took a minute to steady her breath as she took the photo in her own hands, the smile stretching across her face uncontrollable as she was reunited with her baby-faced girlfriend, not even 18 at that point, the discovery of false eyelashes mere months away. 

“That’s your Grandpa Wayne” she told him, tilting her head and looking him in the way. She was met with pools of confusion, and sadness. He chewed down on his bottom lip, her brows creasing as he looked between the photo and his mom in quick concession.

“He looks cool” He settled on finally “mama looks happy” His gaze rested on Wayne and he seemed to light up a little bit. Ali didn’t know why, it wasn’t like he had never seen a photo of his grandfather before, it was as if at 5 years old now he was finally beginning to connect the dots.

“She was” Ali said honestly “she would always be very happy when he came home to see her”

“He should come home again. I like it went mama is smiling” “Ali run a hand through his soft, black hair, unable to process how adorable he looked that night with his tiger onesie on and his eyes so drowsy with tired.

“We all wish he could, sweetie” She reassured him “but he’s not here anymore” She told him again, sad to be the cause of the disappointment that swept over his face. “you look a lot like him” Ali noted, tucking a little tuft of her that had fallen over his forehead back behind his ear. His face lit up.

“I do!?” He exclaimed with glee “that’s wicked”

“Mama’s home!” Ali’s reply was interrupted with Emily’s call as she stepped into the house, her arms immediately drawn to her little family sat around the coffee table with a crumpled photo in between them. “is that Dad’s?” She said, motioning to the album wide open on the floor that had been dedicated to Wayne, kissing Ali lightly before being clambered on by Finn. “Hey kiddo” she teased, pecking him on the cheek as he curled in between his moms.

“Yeah. He was getting curious” Ali said, closing the album back up again. Emily sighed softly, taking the photo out of Ali’s hand and holding it tightly to her chest as Finn looked up her with a frown, clearly wanting to do something to help.

“Mommy said I look like him” He blurted out, taking the photo back of his ma’s hand and holding it up to her face “do I?” He turned to her for a promise, and she nodded her head quickly.

“Definitely” she said without hesitation “he would’ve loved you, Finn” She told him, earning her a toothy grin as he bounced off the sofa and stood in front of them both with his hands on his hips.

“Please may I ask a question?” He said timidly as Ali wrapped her arm around Emily, pulling her closer and stroking circles on top of her hand to let her know she was there.

“Of course” Ali said, curiosity building within both of them.

“Why don’t I have a daddy like you and mama do?” The words shot out of his mouth before Ali and Em were prepared to process them.

“Well, because me and mommy didn’t fall in love with a boy” she said simply “we’re both girls, so you get two moms instead” Ali chuckled softly as he pursed his lips, his brain working hard to understand what they were saying.

“So if I fell in love with a boy and had a baby, it wouldn’t have a mommy?” He asked inquisitively.

“Nope” Ali said, popping the end sound for emphasis “but it would have two grandma’s” She told him.

“Wicked” Finn said again “I like having two mommies. I have uncle Jason too” He said with excitement rising in him.

“Exactly” Ali replied as he parked himself in between them again.

“So I’m special” he clarified with a smug grin.

“You’re extra special” Emily told him “and we love you so much” She squeezed him tightly, placing a delicate kiss on top of his head.
“But it’s time for bed” Ali cut in, grabbing him under the arms and letting him flop onto her back.

“But you just said I was special!” He complained as they carried him upstairs.

“You are” Emily promised him, helping Ali put him down as they took him into the bathroom to brush his teeth “but even special boys need bed times” And with that, he put up no more protests for the rest of the night, sleeping happily with the photo Emily had happily passed onto him sat comfortably on top of his bed-side table.

Sehnsucht - Chanyeol Part 1

Originally posted by ohhsenshine

Requested by @pcyspurrs

Request: I’d like to request a scenario where the reader is a single mom and Chanyeol is the kindergarten teacher the child goes to. To get things spicy, Suho is the dad and ex-husband :D Slay me with your writing sweetie, thx 💕

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Member/s: Chanyeol, Suho

Warning: Sensitive topic such as divorce mentioned.


“Another one, please,” Chanyeol says, lifting his empty glass to the bartender which soon gets refilled with more whiskey. He didn’t know how many glasses he had after losing count around glass number 5. After drinking another glass in one go, he roughly put it back on the bar table, asking the bartender for another refill. Running his hands through his hair, he groaned loudly, pressing his palms against his forehead.

“I’ll have whatever he’s having,” Chanyeol heard a voice next to him and the sound of somebody taking a seat next to him. He looked next to him and saw a well dressed man, looking emotionally drained, just like himself.

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Warm, Wet & Wild 2- BTS(Smut)

Warm, Wet and Wild 1

//Enjoy the second part with the rest of the members! Much love~//

Careful What You Wish For- Jin

Req: Jin rough smut please! You tease him while having dinner with the members and he gets really flustered and he makes you regret it at home. Thanks! 

Originally posted by hugbin

I sit at the table with the boys, half listening as Taehyung drones on and on about how awesome this new anime he’s watching is. And maybe I would’ve been more interested if it weren’t for this growing problem in my pants as Y/N traces her hand up my thigh for the tenth time. Flashing her warning looks, she keeps her eyes on Taehyung and appears to be completely enthralled in what he has to say.

“Y/N.” I growl under my breath, placing my hand over hers as it continues to journey north. “I’d stop right there if I were you.”

“What are you gonna do, Jin?” She says through her teeth, giving me a small side smile. “We are in public after all.”

I inhale deeply through my nose, tingling with anticipation at the feeling of her fingers tapping up my thigh. The pressure is light, just enough to feel it through my sweatpants, but still heavy and weighted.

If she keeps this up for long enough, I’m going to lose it. I can already imagine the cuffs now, tying her down naked beneath me, having her at my will as I lick and bite and please her until she’s screaming my name in pleasure…

“Jin?” Her innocent voice calls my name, biting her lip as I shift in my seat. “Jimin asked you something.”

“Oh- um yeah?” I clear my throat, surprised at the gruffness in my voice.

Y/N’s hand stops right before the tent in my jeans, trailing back down my thigh as Jimin asks me what I thought of our performance, to which I give a short good before turning back to my food in a state of lust and need.

Back into the land of fantasy. 


He’s been trying to resist me for over thirty minutes now, breathing heavily increasing with each second as I come closer and closer to his hard on each time I sweep upward.

“Seokjin?” I whisper in his ear once the members aren’t paying attention, only earning a rough growl in response. “How long are you going to try and resist how much you want me? How hard you are and how bad you want to feel my tight pussy around you and feel how wet I am under this dress.” I bite his earlobe softly, just how he likes. “I’m going to ruin my panties soon if you don’t touch me.”

The innocence in my voice ruins him, gasping slightly as my hand finally runs far enough to graze his member. “Fuck.” He curses, earning a confused glance from Suga, who then just shrugs and turns away once more.

Taking him between my hands I add more pressure, startling when Jin shoots up so fast he shakes the table. “We’re leaving.” He shoots me a dangerous look before gripping my wrist and pulling me from the restaurant without a word, ignoring the curious questions from the boys.

“Jin, ow, you’re hurting me.” I try to pull myself from his grasp to no avail.

“Oh, baby just wait. I’m going to make you scream my name until you can’t breathe.” He growls, low and sultry, pushing me into the car before shutting the door. “I’m going to make you regret trying to tease me.”    

Rough and Ready-Jungkook

A/N: No request for this one so here’s an extra story of my creation;)

Originally posted by b2utygot7

I can’t feel anything else but Jungkook, how his fingers wander across my skin, how his lips suck on the supple skin of my neck. He groans against me as the pad of his finger brushes across my wetness, staining my skin with obscene need.

I run my fingers through his hair for purchase, moving my hips with his ministrations as he begins to drench himself in me, sliding a finger in and out of my folds with intense satisfaction, loving how easy I’ve gotten wet for him.

“Jungkook.” I moan, feeling him begin to grow hard through the material of his boxers.

“I know, baby, I know.” He reassures me with his strong voice, giving me what I want by guiding a finger into my entrance, so tight around him. I can’t believe how good this feels, too scared to do this before for fear of pain. But as he begins to move slowly, curling and twisting I drown in a maddening pleasure.

“Does this feel good?” He murmurs, pulling from my neck to look at my eyes, fluttering closed.

I cry out his name in response, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip as he wiggles another finger into the tightness of me. It barely hurts from how wet I am, his long digits easily slipping in and out of my pussy.

My eyes open up to a blurry ceiling, stars dotting my vision and shapes molding in front of me as euphoria steals my senses. As Jungkook completely submerges me in his sweet touch. If his fingers feel this good, I bet his length feels so much better, hard and ready against my thigh.

Pressing my hips against his I feel the entirety of his erection, gasping lightly at how long and thick it seems to be as it rubs against me. I can hardly take the waiting, just wanting him to fuck me until I can’t breathe anymore, until nothing matters but him.   

“Is this what you want, naughty girl?” Jungkook breathes in my ear, rubbing against me once more.

I moan in answer, gripping his neck and grinding into him, loving how deep his fingers go inside of me with the motion. “Yes, Daddy.”

He smiles down at me, licking his lips sensually. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I repeat. “Please just fuck me.”

He bites his lip, looking at me with a heated stare. “I knew you liked it rough.”

Baby, Be Mine-J-Hope

Req: Date night with hobi?!?!? Please please please thank you !!! 

Originally posted by jijams

He sits across from me at the table, the restaurant’s fancy menu in front of his face as he reads it, peeking his head out every so often to give me a cute and funny look. He’d asked me on this date suddenly, knowing we both had to work tomorrow, but not seeming to care, telling me to get all done up in my best dress before pulling me out the door and bringing me here.

“Hobi?” I say softly over the pianist, catching his attention.

“What’s up, buttercup?” He smiles, setting down his menu and leaning over the table to take my hands.

“Why did you take me here?” I lick my lips, cocking my head inquisitively.

“Yah.” He gives me a face splitting smile, spreading from ear to ear. “My jagi is so curious and impatient. You’ll have to wait and find out.” He boops my nose, going back to browsing the menu as the waiter comes up to take our drink order.  

“You know?” I look up to find Hobi staring at me, a sweet look on his face as he speaks. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

I blush, looking into my lap and fiddling with my dress. “Hobi, stop it…”

“I’m serious.” He leans forward again. “Even though you are a terrible dancer and so bad at cleaning up after yourself, even though you always want to cuddle and take showers together and even though you always squeeze the toothpaste from the top instead of bottom I don’t care. I love you with all my heart and I hope we can spend an eternity together.”

He gets up and comes next to me, turning eyes in the quiet atmosphere as he does so.

“Hoseok what are you-”

“Y/N?” He gets down on one knee in front of me, my eyes widening to the size of saucers and tears threatening to spill. He pulls out a velvet box from his pocket, snapping it open to reveal a beautiful diamond ring, expression hopeful and full of love. “Will you marry me?”  

I love writing these drabbles guys no lie~ hope you enjoyed the last segment!

~Admin Eggplant

Little Surprises (Suho x Reader)

Request: In which you attempt to hide your pregnancy from your husband Suho because you aren’t sure how he’ll react and because he’s very busy, but he finds out anyway

Toot toot! All aboard the fluff train! I loved writing this scenario, it was completely adorable and I just couldn’t contain all the feels. Suho is going to be the best father ever in my opinion. I mean come on, he’s $UGARDADDY $UHO. My gawd, this boy is just so perfect. He may not be my bias, but he’s a complete babe and sweetheart! Look at his angelic smile! How can you not love him?!?! Hope you all enjoy this one! 

The early morning sunlight swirled through the curtains of the bedroom you shared with your busy, but loving husband Suho. You twisted your lovely wedding band around your ring finger, a nervous habit you did whenever you felt guilty. You shook yourself furiously at how ridiculous you were being. Just because you had skipped a period or two didn’t mean anything, right? You read somewhere that if a woman is stressed or overworked she has a chance of skipping her period. You let yourself believe that for a while, but then after you went and skipped another month, you began to worry.

You gingerly reached far back into the drawer of the nightstand beside your plush bed and retrieved a single pregnancy test, something you didn’t think you would have to use so soon. Biting your lip, you slipped quietly into the luxurious bathroom that was connected to your bedroom. Even though Suho was away with EXO at a photo shoot for a popular magazine, you still felt the need to remain silent, afraid that even the sound of your breath might alert the world. 

You felt so dirty and sneaky as you quickly took out the pregnancy test, following the directions as stated on the box. Rising from the toilet, you slipped your modest but cute, knee-length skirt back on, your hands beginning to tremble as you peeked down at the test.


You sucked in a quick gasp, collapsing to the floor of your bathroom, a whirlwind of emotions swirling through your head. You were definitely shocked, but you couldn’t quite discern what else you were feeling. Were you happy? Much to your surprise you felt a small, almost secretive smile grace your features. Yes, definitely. You placed a hand on your stomach tentatively, thinking of Suho. After your engagement and marriage about a year ago, the two of you hadn’t really mentioned what plans you had for starting a family.

You tried to think of how you’d gotten pregnant in the first place, since the two of you usually used protection or birth control. You suddenly blushed a violent scarlet, remembering the day that Suho had returned from his three month long tour. He usually dealt with the problem he had with long term separation fairly well, but as soon as he had come home to you, he looked completely lost in lust and need, instantly ravishing you into sweet oblivion. It was a possibility that you had forgot to take your pill and he had forgot protection while the two of you were caught up in each other.

You sighed while caressing your stomach gently, thinking to yourself, Would he be happy? Suho was just always so busy and he had his leadership duties to take care of the other EXO members. Plus, he already balanced his time with you with his schedule. It’d be close to impossible to raise a baby on the side. You decided that just for now, you’d keep your pregnancy a secret, only telling him when the timing was right.

For the rest of the day, you went on with your usual activities of grocery shopping, cleaning, cooking, and, finally, relaxing. As you sank into the downy couch of your living room, you breathed a sigh of relief, not realizing until now that your pregnancy was farther along then you first thought. You’d also changed into some looser clothing than what you usually wore, so as to hide your slightly rounder stomach. A favorite below the knee black skirt, a soft, light cottony v-neck, and an over sized wool sweater to keep out the early spring chill of the day.

You heard from down the hall the sound of the front door unlocking and froze where you sat. You closed your eyes and whispered to yourself reassuringly with small amount of reprimand, “Easy girl. Just act natural.”

You smiled widely as Suho appeared around the corner, his own gorgeous face lighting up in happiness, “_____!” He hurried over to the couch and enveloped you in the loving warmth only he could give to you. He peppered your face with kisses as he sat down next to you, letting your body curve into his perfectly, his eyes looking down at you adoringly, “So what have you been doing all day?”

You let your hand stretch across his stomach and nestled your head into his shoulder, “Oh just this and that, the usual,” you gave him an inquisitive look, “I was wondering why you didn’t wake me up before you left though.”

He chuckled, his hand stroking your hair, “I was going to wake you up before I left, but you just looked so cute in your pajamas all snuggled up under the comforter. I didn’t want to disturb your sleep because you seemed to be cleaning and working around the house more often then usual,” he looked down at you with eyes full of worry, “Have you been okay? You just seem to want to do everything by yourself lately.”

You’d looked up early pregnancy symptoms and one of them had been over activeness on things like cleaning and cooking. You attempted to look innocent as you pressed a kiss to his jaw, “I’m fine, honey. It’s just that you’ve been so busy lately that I want you to be able to come home to a delicious dinner and a clean house.” Which wasn’t a complete lie, you were worried that he might be overworking himself. Even if you felt drained at the end of the day, it was always worth it to see him happy.

Suho cupped your face with one hand and turned it towards his own that was full of concern, his thumb brushing your porcelain cheek, “I do love when you do that for me. But I’d rather come home to my beautiful wife that is not exhausted and able to see in front of her own two feet.” As he leaned in to kiss you, your tiredness starting to take a toll yet not completely as he caressed you lips slowly with his own. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, kissing you earnestly and without abandon, making you press into him wantonly, knotting your hands into his shirt. An overwhelming sense of love washed over you as you received every tender caress from your husband. Without realizing it, tears began to slip from your eyes and run silently down your cheeks, guilt and love mixing into this one strange emotion. 

Suho pulled away, startled and confused as he grasped your face in his warm palms, “_____? Honey, what’s wrong?”

You shook your head, your eyes clouding with tears as you began to sob loudly, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

He shook you gently, bringing you close to him, “____! Please tell me what’s wrong!”

You leaned your head into his chest as you wept into his shirt, knowing you were acting ridiculous, “I’m sorry I can’t take care of you better, Suho! I-I always try so hard, but it always ends up being you who takes care of me. Y-you work so hard all the time and I feel so powerless when you come stumbling home exhausted from work or practice. I just wanted to take care of you for once!”

Throughout this time, Suho had listened patiently, his arms wrapped around you, and a hand rubbing your back soothingly. After letting you regain your composer, he pushed you away slightly, watching sadly as you wiped furiously at your cheeks. He could hardly believe what he was seeing, you rarely ever broke down like this. He took hold of one of your trembling hands, as he softly spoke, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked deeply into your eyes, “_____, beautiful, perfect, kind, _____. You don’t need to worry about anything and nothing is or should be your fault. You already try more than you should for me, and I don’t want to see tears like that again. You’re my wonderful, gorgeous wife that is perfect just the way she is, okay?”

You hiccuped, melting back into his waiting arms, “Okay,” you sighed, looking up at him, “You know what? I just decided that you’re too good to me.”

He laughed, the two of you standing up, “Nothing’s too good for my princess, alright?”

You folded your arms, shaking your head with a small smile, “Fine, now why don’t we go get some of the delicious dinner that I prepared? It’s already on the table waiting, piping hot, just the way you like it.”

He looked positively giddy as the two of you sat across from each other at the table. You watched in amusement as he scarfed down his food eagerly, showering you with compliments on your cooking ability. All the while you pushed your food around, taking tiny bites, not feeling like eating at the moment, you stood up to go wash your plate. 

Suho looked up from his food curiously, “Aren’t you going to eat, honey?”

You shook your head, “No, I think I’m just going to settle for some tea-,” you suddenly clutched at your stomach, dropping your plate. Your eyes widened in pain, your insides feeling like they were twisting into painfully tight knots, you groaned, “No, why does it have to be like this? Is it ever easy?” Suho was instantly by your side, his arm wrapping protectively around your waist, “____, are you alright? What are you talking about?”

Heaving a huge sigh, you looked up at your husband, deciding that now was better than ever, “Can I tell you something, Suho?”

“Yes, honey, just please sit down first,” he guided you over to a chair and helped you ease back into it. 

You bit your lips as he knelt down in front of you, his hand grasping your knee comfortingly. Swallowing you looked right into his gorgeous dark eyes, as you murmured quietly, “I’m pregnant.”

Suho’s eyes widened to the size of saucers as they darted between your face and your stomach, his hand coming to rest on it silently. You felt tears rise in your throat as he dropped his head, his other hand pressing to his face. You managed to choke out, “I’m sorry, I didn’t think-,” you froze realizing that his shoulders were shaking and he was wiping at his eyes.

He looked up at you again, this time his eyes were full of joy, a brilliant smile shining on his handsome face, “_____! I’m going to be a father!”

He suddenly picked you up into his arms and twirled you around, making you laugh and cry relieved tears at the same time. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him happily, “I’m so glad that you’re happy Suho.”

You knelt down in front of you again and pressed his forehead to your stomach, a smile plastered on his lips, “Of course I’m happy, sweetheart.” He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your stomach, “I just can’t wait to get started!”

young wild cub

I love doing kidlet collabs, and this is one I’ve been working on with the lovely Raefton (whose art is almost as perfect as she is). It’s the product of our mutual love of Varric/Cassandra, and so we give you our cub, Calliope Antonia Pentaghast (Tethras?), cutest half-dwarf that ever did live in our collective imaginations. 

I brought fic to the table, but here is Rae’s accompanying art, so you can see how adorable she is

They name her Calliope, for she’s very much her mother’s daughter, but she’s his, too, and her stories will last as long as his own, if not longer.

She’s four when she first asks the question – “Daddy, can you tell me the story of when Mama saved the world from dragons?”

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Fight or Flight- J-Hope(Smut)

Originally posted by hugtae

An empty dorm and a horny Hoseok. This should be fun. 

Req: Could you please do hobi and you hanging out at the dorm when no one else is home and taking advantage of the empty dorm ;)

A/N: Okay, I had the most requests for Hobi earlier (one more than Jin actually) so Hobi it is! Enjoy and as always, much love~

You barely get through the front door before Hoseok pounces, shirtless and hair a wild mess.

“What took you so long?” He exasperates.

“I live twenty minutes away.” You defend as he makes grabby hands for your jacket, taking it off. “Why what was so urgent?”

He shifts, eyeing his pants before looking back up at you, a question in his gaze. You follow his toned muscle down to his sweats, swallowing when you see the very large bulge between his legs, causing you to whistle. “Wow, Hobi. What gave you that?”

He narrows his eyes at you. “You did. I’ve been sitting alone with it for almost a half hour.”

You raise your brows in denial. “How did I do that?”

“I was thinking about you.” Hoseok growls. “And you were taking so long I just kept getting harder and harder imagining all the things you could do…”  

“What are those things?” You smirk as he leads you to the couch, enjoying this feral side of him very much.   

“Getting below me, wrapping your lips around me, taking me in your mouth and looking up at me as I moan your name…”

Heat flashes through your core and you release a breath. “That sounds like fun.” You murmur, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. “Good thing we’re alone then, right?”  

Acting out his fantasies, you get on your knees, pulling down his pants and boxers to reveal his hard cock, springing to life in front of you. You meet Hobi’s eyes before licking your lips, using one hand to grip him and the other to suck on as you slowly move your hand up and down.

His eyes don’t know where to go, on the way your finger disappears then reappears from the warm cavern of your mouth or your hand pumping him in perfect time, firm yet gentle against him. You moan around your finger, watching Hoseok’s eyes roll back as you push him down on the couch, getting better access from the new angle.

You can feel yourself getting wet from jerking him off, clit beginning to throb with need as saliva drips from the corners of your mouth. Using the hand that’s not on Hobi you push your skirt to your knees, the thin cotton of your underwear falling with it.

“Fuck, baby.” Hoseok growls as you reveal yourself to him, standing up so you can kick them away before spreading your knees, hearing your wetness part with a satisfying sound. You want to touch yourself, you want him to touch you, but by the way he’s gripping the edges of the couch you don’t think that will happen any time soon so instead you take matter into your own hands.

You part your lips, giving him one final pump before going down with your mouth, licking around his tip as you begin to circle your clit, moaning at the wetness you find. Precum beads from me and you lick up the salty flavor, beginning to take more of him in your mouth. You tease your slit slowly, slipping in a finger in time to the ministrations of your mouth, the further down on his cock, the deeper your finger goes, a heady connection that has your body blazing.

Hobi’s eyes flutter in pleasure, hands moving to tangle in your hair as he looks down to watch you, growling as he notices you fingering yourself while latched onto his hard shaft. “Baby girl.” He groans, your eyelids closing as you moan in response.

You hollow out your cheeks, sucking him hard and rough as you push your finger back into your tight hole, going faster as you stretch and rub against your walls. Saliva is dripping down your chin from the blowjob, tongue tingling with the taste of Hobi’s skin as he hits the back of your throat, earning a sultry groan from his lush lips.

“Stop.” He growls and you release him with a pop, looking up with a finger still inside your drenched pussy, curious and inquisitive.

“Did I do something wrong?” You ask, slowly pulling from yourself.

“No, baby you’re perfect.” He brushes hair from your face, easily plucking you from the floor and laying you on the couch beneath him. “I just really want to fuck you.”

His words send shivers up your spine and he opens his mouth so you can stick the finger that was just between your thighs inside it, closing his thick lips around your finger and tasting you, breathing increasing as you watch him with hooded eyes.  

He rolls his hips to meet yours, not penetrating but rubbing against you. You love the feeling of his hardness against your soft folds, relishing in how good he feels against you, moving your hips and whining for him to do it again.

He obeys, rocking into you as you moan, feeling his hard erection in every pore of your body, tingling and moaning and throbbing for his cock to be buried deep inside of you. You can’t wait anymore, spreading your legs wider to give him the hint as you beg.

“Please, Hosoek.” You moan, rubbing your swollen clit into his stomach. “I need you.”

He grinds against you again, giving you deliciously torturous friction as he leaves wet sloppy kisses down your neck and the valley between your breasts. Your eyes roll back and you’re seeing stars as your body gets ready for his thick cock, burning with intense need and-

“Hoseok! Why is the door locked?!” Voices come from the front door and your stomach drops, whimpering as you realize with a start that this time is over just when it was getting started.

Hobi freezes, looking down at your naked form beneath him with wide eyes before he curses, putting his forehead against yours. “Go to my room, baby girl. I’ll be there.”

You nod and pout, letting out another light moan as wetness slides down your thighs upon standing.

“Hoseok what the hell are you doing in there?! Open up!” The boys bang. 

“I’m coming!” Hobi yells, throwing on his sweats and a long shirt to try and hide his hardness before giving your ass a light slap. “Go on, sexy girl. I’ll come soon to help you, don’t worry.”  

I aim to tease please.

~Admin Eggplant

The plot is based on a true story that a friend of mine told me. (The actual true story has nothing to do with Joe, though.)

Credits to: bands-and–tvshows for the idea. Thank you, love! Go follow this little Hufflepuff, guys! She’s awesome!

“What?! What’s wrong?”

He looked up from his phone and locked eyes with the worried girl in front of him. Her normally immaculately tidy hair was only half-curled and she was still wearing her sweatpants and her favorite comfortable “I May Be Wrong, But I Doubt It” shirt that she only wore around the house.

He was motionless. Frozen. Her troubled eyes searched his own guilty ones for any trace of discomfort or any kind of problem. In fact, there was none. He nervously twiddled his fingers, looking away from her.

Perhaps he had gone too far this time.

Joe Sugg wasn’t exactly sure when he had fallen in love with his best friend, (Y/N). Perhaps it was the longing hugs whenever they’d been apart for too long. Perhaps it was was the inside jokes they shared that no one else understood. Perhaps it was the long nights spent watching movies together and then waking up in each other’s arms. He honestly couldn’t really pin-point it. But what he could pin-point was the moment he’d realized he was in love with her.

It only took one look and one touch to send his heart racing and his mind wondering about the prospect of what could have been if it had been. That one deciding moment took place on a crisp and chilly October afternoon when they were sitting on a park bench, laughing about some silly seemingly random thing one of them had said.

Suddenly her part in the laughter came to a halt. He looked at her then, trying to search her eyes for the unasked question that was now on his mind. But her eyes gave no answer, because they were not focused on him. Instead, they were firmly fastened on a relatively faraway figure coming toward them. Joe looked at the figure. It was that of a male. Tall, muscular build. Confident stride. Head thrown back in laughter.

Suddenly his gaze was torn from the male approaching them due to (Y/N) urgently shaking his arm. He looked at her with an inquisitive gaze.

“I need you to do a favor for me. Please.” she begged, her tone of voice evoking a dire need. Her eyes searched his desperately, trying to get an answer to her plea.

He nodded vigorously, an unfamiliar pang going through his body as a reaction to the sudden glistening he saw in her eyes. Pushing the feeling aside, he began to ask what he needed to do, but he needn’t have bothered himself, because she was already giving him instructions.

“Put your arm around me and call me ‘baby.’” she said quickly.

“What?” he asked, even more confused than before.

“Pretend to be my boyfriend in front of that guy.” she said, stealing a look at the guy who was fast approaching, before refocusing her eyes on Joe. “Please, Joe.” she said, squeezing his arm, the act sending jolts of electricity through his body.

He didn’t have much time to ponder the curious chills down his spine. He only nodded and placed an arm around her shoulder, pulling her petite frame close to him. He noticed the sudden change in the pacing of his heart, but he pushed that thought aside for now, sneaking a glance at the girl next to him, who was already putting on an act. She threw her head back in laughter and then looked at him lovingly.

“Oh, Joe, you are so funny.”  she said, giggling at a joke he’d never told.

He grinned, joining in on the act just as the mystery guy approached their bench. The male surveyed the scene and then smiled from ear to ear as he 'accidentally’ 'just so happened’ to 'suddenly’ glimpse (Y/N) sitting next to Joe.

“Oh, hey, (Y/N)!” he said, expressing the greeting jubilantly. “I didn’t think I would bump into you!”

The guy’s friend, who was standing next to him, shifted his weight from one foot to the other awkwardly. He gave his friend a look, which his friend waved off. (Y/N)’s gaze betrayed nothing of the truth that obviously everyone except for Joe was familiar with as a smile plastered itself on her face.

“Hi, Andrew! Long time no see!” she said happily as if she’d just met up with a loved old friend, and not someone who’d she’d staged an elaborate show for beforehand. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been good. Thanks. How have you been?” he asked politely.

“I’ve been good.” she answered, the smile never leaving her face. Joe watched her in awe as she smoothly maneuvered through the situation as if none of this were staged.

“I’m glad to hear that. What have you been up to? I haven’t heard from you in such a long time. You never did get back to me about that third date.”

(Y/N) visibly cringed, but she quickly changed her posture as if the action had been a reaction to an awkward sitting position. “Oh, you know how it is. Life gets in the way. College and obligations and things.” She pretended to just realize that she’d forgotten to do something and then said, “Oh, how rude of me. Andrew, this is my boyfriend, Joe. Joe, this is Andrew, a guy I used to date.”

Oh, so that was it. She was avoiding someone she used to date. He wondered what was wrong with the guy that made him so unappealing that she had to invent a boyfriend to introduce to him.

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you.” Joe said, smoothly acting after his cue. He extended his hand toward Andrew and gave his hand a firm shake. Andrew looked over Joe as if questioning his very existence. But Joe never wavered. He kept the smile on his face and his gaze steady on Andrew’s face. He swung his arm around (Y/N)’s waist and pulled her closer to him. Not missing a beat, she put her head on his shoulder.

“I wouldn’t really say I was a guy she dated. More of an ex-boyfriend.” Andrew said, his eyes boring into Joe. However, Joe was not uncomfortable under his gaze. He was too focused on the fact he’d just realized. Why (Y/N) had stopped dating this guy… He was clingy. Joe knew for a fact that (Y/N) hated anyone who was clingy. “But I wouldn’t want you to think of me as a threat.” His tone of voice begged to differ.

“Oh, don’t worry. I won’t.” Joe said through gritted teeth. He quickly gave Andrew a sugary smile as if he found the whole thing a joke. This guy was unnerving. He could now see (Y/N)’s reasons for asking him to be her fake boyfriend.

Andrew returned the obviously fake smile, before turning to his friend next to him. “(Y/N), this is my friend, Kevin. Kevin, this is my ex-girlfriend, (Y/N).”

Joe couldn’t help but note that he was still indirectly referring to himself as her ex-boyfriend and the fact that he had blatantly ignored Joe when doing the introductions. For some yet unknown reason, Joe felt annoyed by this.

“Nice to meet you, Kevin.” (Y/N) said, shaking Kevin’s hand.

“Nice to meet you too.”

An awkward silence descended upon the group as they all searched their minds for a reason that either pair might have to leave. Surprisingly, Andrew was the one that decided to end the uncomfortable situation.

“Well, we’d better get going. It was nice seeing you, (Y/N). We should meet up sometime.” he said, already turning around to leave.

“Yeah, sure. Sometime.” she answered, as Kevin and Andrew both waved their goodbyes and headed on their way.

Joe and (Y/N) waited for a while, watching them both walk away. Once they were out of earshot, Joe felt (Y/N) relax.

“'Yeah, sure. Sometime.’ means 'never’ when I say it. For future reference.” she said, not taking her eyes off the retreating figures of the two friends.

Joe just chuckled and shook his head disbelievingly.  

“I went on two dates with Andrew.” (Y/N) turned toward him and quickly started explaining. “The first one sucked just as the second one did. Before you ask why I even went on the second date if the first one sucked, I’d like to point out that my biggest flaw is giving out second chances. Anyway, after that he kept calling and asking me out no matter how many times I declined and made up excuses. He stopped after a while, but I knew that after he’d seen me there was a chance he would start again, so that’s why I asked you to do this for me. If he knows I’m taken, I don’t think he’ll be bothering me again.”

Joe nodded in understanding. There wasn’t anything else he could do. He had met the guy and he understood what she meant.

Suddenly, at the same moment they both seemed to notice that Joe’s arm was still around her waist.

“It’s over, Joe. You can let go now.” she said with a sincere smile.

He quickly removed his arm from her waist, feeling himself blush. “Uh, yeah, right.” he answered awkwardly. Suddenly he caught himself missing the way it felt having her so close to him. He wanted her to be so close to him again. He wanted to keep his arm around her. He wanted her to rest her head on his shoulder. He liked the way it felt. He’d always liked her company, but never in this way. He couldn’t help but wonder what this meant. He was worried that it might progress, but he quickly scolded himself, reassuring himself that it was only because of the heat of the moment and the little show they’d put on for Andrew and that everything would go back to normal as soon as that passed.

“Thanks, Joe. For doing this. It means a lot.” her voice pulled him away from his internal monologue. He looked up at her then and into her eyes.

He smiled. “No problem.”

“You’re a good friend.”

And those were the words that sent his mind and heart into a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. He was only a friend. He had to remember that. His heart needed to come to terms with that instead of doing somersaults.

Instead of expressing any of his strange newly found feelings, he only smiled at her. She came forward and he prepared himself for the hug, but it never came. Instead she made a fist and fist bumped him. He caught the disappointment he felt and quickly shoved it aside, repeating a few comforting words to himself again. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow.

But it never quite was after that day. Each day he started noticing more and more of these feelings toward (Y/N). He couldn’t wait to meet her each morning when they both got their mail, just to see her smile. He longed for the long afternoons, which passed by a lot faster now than before, when they lay on the couch together at one of their apartments and watched movies. And it didn’t help that she had asked him to act as her boyfriend a couple of more times now. It turned out that she had dated quite a few guys before he met her. It also turned out that they had all been just flings of a couple of dates, but never an actual real relationship.

He once asked her about this, dazed after a kiss they’d shared when one of her exes had walked by.

Shaking the static off he’d asked jokingly, “Do you have a secret past I should know about?”

She’d only laughed it off and shaken her head. But she never really talked about her past much when it came to mentioning love and relationships. He wondered how much he actually really knew about her.

“Maybe I could be part of your secret past sometime.” he’d said as a joke, but also with a bit of hope for a positive answer or something along the lines of, 'Maybe you could be part of my present instead of my past.’, but she’d never said anything like it.

She’d only laughed again and said, “Yeah, sure. Sometime.” The words were accompanied with a knowing twinkle. He noticed the disappointment wash over him, but he didn’t let it show for her sake. He returned the grin and pretended that that was the answer he’d always expected and that there was nothing else he had hoped for. He was her friend. He had to keep reminding himself of that.

More often than he would like to admit, he found himself fantasizing about what it would feel like if he were actually her real boyfriend instead of just her fake one. He played out quite a few scenarios in his head. Too bad he couldn’t tell her any of it. He feared that he would ruin what he had with her. And as it turned out, she really wasn’t the type of girl that liked having a steady boyfriend. He didn’t want to be just another fling. He felt like what they had was too special to lose like that. So, he would keep it. Even if it was only with a friendship. She would just have to be his pretty secret.

But bottling up emotions has never been a permanent solution. Soon enough he became aware of this fact. The little jolts of electric energy he would feel at her touch had now turned into currents of exhilaration coursing through him. He yearned to tell her how he felt. But whenever he was about to do it, he reminded himself that he shouldn’t.

However, he couldn’t help but interfere. Whenever she showed interest in any other guy he would make subtle little jabs at the guy, slowly convincing her that he was no good for her. “Oh, he’s a smoker. You don’t like smokers.”, “He already has a girlfriend, though.”, “Oh, yeah, I know him. He’s gay.” were all little excuses he’d make to get her away from them. He wouldn’t have liked to admit it, but some of those excuses were actually bald-faced lies. Even though that was the case, it had all been pretty harmless. Up until a certain point. Up until she’d met Lucas.

Lucas was a student at the university she attended and he was in her Psychology class. Joe could not stand the guy. Lucas was always primly dressed and he seemed oddly pretentious. He hadn’t even graduated university and yet he already acted like a certified psychologist. Although, the fact that he was so annoying to Joe might have been jealousy, although Joe would never admit it.

Joe had met Lucas at the cinema when he and (Y/N) had bumped into him while buying their tickers. After that they’d all met up a couple of times as (Y/N) had invited him along to hang out with them. It was obvious that (Y/N) was infatuated with Lucas and in this case there was nothing Joe could do. He didn’t have the upper hand. (Y/N) was the one who’d introduced him to Lucas, not the other way around. He’d tried finding other things, but oddly enough the boy seemed to have no faults or flaws that could be directly pointed out. So, anything Joe said seemed a little ridiculous and (Y/N) always laughed it off and told him to stop being silly.

The moment everything hit its limit was the moment (Y/N) told Joe that Lucas had asked her out on a date. He could feel his heart drop, but he faked a smile anyway and told her that that was great. But later on, after she’d left he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Looking back to it now, he would probably realize that telling her how he felt a lot sooner would have been a much better idea than what he actually did end up doing.

On the night of the date, thoughts were running through his mind much faster than he could handle. The only distinct fact he could notice was the one that had been on his mind since he’d started bottling up his feelings. I do not want her to go on this date.

Before he could realize how ridiculous and how creepy he was acting, he grabbed his phone off the bed stand and texted her. He wasn’t sure what it would accomplish and he didn’t fully realize that it would only be a temporary diversion at the time, but he did it anyway.


He never got an answer, but approximately a minute later he heard footsteps running up the stairs along with his roommate, Caspar, who had obviously opened the door for her, yelling, “(Y/N), what’s going on?” in confusion.

She pushed Joe’s bedroom door open and stood there, slightly breathless, “What?! What’s wrong?”

He guiltily looked up from his phone and locked eyes with her. Perhaps he had gone too far this time.

Scratch that. He had definitely gone too far this time.

Caspar ran into the room, a flurry of confusion around him, “What the hell is going on?”

Joe looked guiltily in between his two best friends for a few seconds and then quietly and hesitantly said, “Caspar, could you please excuse us for a second? I need to talk to (Y/N) privately.”

Caspar seemed even more confused than before, but he obliged anyway, leaving the two of them alone. Joe looked up at the girl standing before him, hands on her hips, and gulped. What should he do now?

“I, uh,” he started, rubbing the back of his neck distractedly, “had an emergency?” he finished, his voice rising up in a question. Right after he had said it he visibly cringed, realizing how stupid that had sounded.

“Yeah, you said so in your text. What is it?” She still looked confused, but there was an obvious hint of annoyance in her demeanor that was growing each second he stayed silent.

“Don’t go on the date.” he suddenly blurted out.

“I’m sorry?” she asked disbelievingly. “And why shouldn’t I?”

He had gotten this far. There was no going back now. Nothing he could make up would sound believable and in all honesty he was tired of lying to her.

“Because,” he paused for a second. How could he put this? Suddenly no words seemed good enough. So, he finally decided on being honest. “I’m in love with you.”

She burst out laughing, but it wasn’t one of those sincere and beautiful laughs he loved to hear from her. It was a mean disbelieving kind of laugh that he had hoped he never would have to have directed at him. He’d heard her laugh like that before. Whenever she had an argument with someone and they said something that was completely over the line, she would laugh like that. He didn’t think it was something she did on purpose. It was probably a defense mechanism in a way. But it was still oddly frightening. He knew what came after that laugh. As far as he was aware, no friendship or any kind of relationship she’d had with anyone survived after that laugh.

“You’re in love with me?” she asked incredulously.

“Yeah?” he answered, suddenly feeling very unsure of himself. He’d never meant to make her angry. That was never his intention. Why would he want to make one of his best friends and the girl he had unwillingly given his heart to angry? But thinking back to it now, he could see why she would be angry at his actions.

“Oh, yeah, Joseph? You are? And when did you decide that you were in love with me? Did you just wake up one day and realize this little fact or did you analyze me for a while and finally decided 'Oh, yes, this is a satisfactory mate.’” she said, her voice drenched in sarcasm.

He noted her use of his full name. He knew for a fact that that wasn’t a good thing coming from her. She only called people by their full names when she was very angry at them. She used nicknames for each and every one of her close friends. If she didn’t have a goofy nickname for them, she used a shortened version of their names. She had never once called him 'Joseph’ before.

“You’re not in love with me.” she continued. “You just like the thrill of the chase. And I’m unconquered territory.”

She turned around to leave, but he stopped her by speaking up.

“Is that really what you think?” His voice caused her to stop in her tracks. Apparently she had not expected him to push the subject. She turned around to face him again.

“Do you honestly think so lowly of me? Do you honestly think that I would go out with you, have my fun, and then toss you to the side? Do you honestly not believe that I could actually be in love with you?”

Now it was her turn to be speechless. She seemed to find her composure after a few seconds and began speaking again. “I’m sorry, but I honestly can’t believe that you are in love with me.”

“And why not?” he pressed.

She shook her head and sighed. “I have to go. I’m running late for the date.” she said before turning around to leave again.

Perhaps he should have let it go then, but a damn had broken and he couldn’t seem to stop himself from saying what was on his mind and in his heart. He had been hiding it for too long.

“Maybe you think that I would do that to you, because that is what you do to people. You never really give anyone a chance. You say that your greatest flaw is giving people second chances, but it’s actually not. Your greatest flaw is not giving them even one chance. You never start a relationship with someone thinking it’s going to be something beautiful and that you’ll have an actual connection. You always expect there to be nothing. And of course, there is nothing, because you never let there be anything. The truth is, you’re scared. You’re scared of being vulnerable. You’re scared of getting hurt. Love is like a flower. It’s beautiful and it has so much to give, but it’s vulnerable. One harsh step on it and it can die. You want to be like a rock. Hard to crack. Unbreakable. But rocks don’t have anything to give and they don’t have the beauty that flowers have.”

She stared at him, not being able to believe the things he had said to her. He stared back, his gaze unwavering.

“I’m sorry.” she just said. “I’m going to be late.”

And with that she left the room. He heard her footsteps descending the stairs quickly and then the front door close. He sighed and lay back down on the bed. In retrospect, this was exactly what he had been afraid of.

A few minutes later, Caspar precariously entered Joe’s room, opening the door ajar, and peaking through. “You alright, mate?” he asked.

Joe sat up and sighed. “Yeah, I guess so. I mean, I gave it a shot. I put myself out there. There’s nothing more than that I can do, is there?”

Caspar was the only person Joe had told about his feelings toward (Y/N) and once he had exited the room a few minutes earlier it hadn’t taken him long to decipher what was going on.

He closed the door behind him and sat down next to Joe. “Don’t worry. She’ll come around. Give her some time to think.”

Joe shrugged. “Maybe you’re right. It’s kind of strange, really. She’s never afraid of anything. She’s very daring. And yet she’s so afraid of falling in love.”

Caspar squeezed his shoulder reassuringly before getting up from the bed. “Just give her some time to think. It’ll be alright.” he repeated before leaving the room.

To be honest, he didn’t expect her to talk to him that fast or at some point even at all after that, but it was only the following morning when he heard a knock on his bedroom door.

“Come in.” he called out from his bed, scrolling through his Twitter news feed. The door opened almost noiselessly except for the slight click as the person who had entered closed it behind them. He expected it to be Caspar, but when he looked up from his laptop he was surprised to lock eyes with (Y/N).

“Oh, hey.” he greeted her precariously, searching her eyes for any more resentment on her part.

“Don’t worry. I’m not here to yell at you.” She shook her head. She gestured toward the empty spot on the bed next to him, for the first time in all the years that they had known each other wordlessly questioning if she could sit next to him and be close to him. It seemed as if the tension of the night before was still upon them.

He nodded and she sat down awkwardly. There was silence between them for a few moments, both of their minds loud with emotions, waiting to be spilled out, but neither of them knowing how to put them into words.

“You ruined my date.” she finally said.

“I’m sorry?” he said unsure of his words, raising an eyebrow at her, not knowing where she was going with this. When she didn’t say anything in reply, he let out a heavy sigh. “Look, maybe I was a bit too hard on you, but-”

“No.” she cut him off. “It’s okay. I deserved to hear it. You were just being a good friend by telling me. It shows that you do care about me. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have cared enough to tell me what you thought I was doing wrong. You wouldn’t have looked out for my well-being.”

“Of course I care about, (Y/N).” he said, looking at her. But she refused to meet his gaze. She was looking at her sneakers instead, tracing the pattern on his carpet with her foot apprehensively.

“Anyway,” she continued, still not taking her eyes off the ground, “I couldn’t go through with it. I did go to the restaurant, but after an hour I asked him to take me home on the pretense that I had an essay for class that I’d forgotten to finish. Lame excuse, I know.”

Joe couldn’t help but laugh. She finally raised her gaze off the floor and met his eyes. “It’s really not that funny, Joe.” she said, but he could see the hint of a smile on her lips. He noted the use of his nickname again, making him relax. That meant that this was heading in the right direction.

“The truth was I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said to me.” she explained, starting to avoid his gaze again. “Maybe I am like that. Maybe I am afraid to fall in love. I don’t like being vulnerable. That is true. I’ve never liked being that open to the world. I like being on the sidelines. Not fully feeling anything, you know. It’s kind of like having a demo version of your feelings. You get a whiff of it, but never the full thing. It’s safe. There are no risks.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off again. “I know what you’re going to say. What’s life without risks? And it is me we’re talking about. Yes, I do take risks a lot. I’ve never been the type of person to cower away from anything. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that you were right. And I’m going to work on it a bit.” she smiled a bit, quickly meeting his gaze and then snapping her eyes back to the ground again. “I’m sorry that I reacted like that last night. Can you forgive me?”

She felt a bit of pressure on her chin and then her head was slowly lifted, just enough for her to face him. “Of course I can forgive you. You’re one of my best friends, (Y/N). Plus it’s not like I handled the situation very well either. I should have talked to you earlier. I shouldn’t have staged a fake emergency.” He let out a light chuckle and she smiled at his words.

“I guess we both could have handled it better.”

He opened his arms and she wrapped her arms around his torso. The closeness felt nice. It felt comfortable. It felt familiar. It kind of felt like home. She closed her eyes and breathed in his scent, flashes of all the times she had hugged him like this in her mind. He’d always been there for her. Whenever she had needed a bit of comfort, a bit of fun, a friend… He’d been next to her through it all. She honestly couldn’t imagine what she would do without a friend like him. She could honestly call him a true friend. But now… She wasn’t sure it could all be the same. Not with the way he felt about her.

She played with the thought of a relationship with Joe for a second. It didn’t seem so impossible. She could certainly imagine waking up next to him. She could imagine spending her days with him. She could imagine cheering him on in his accomplishments and him cheering her on in her accomplishments. It wasn’t foreign. It was familiar and it was comfortable. Just like this hug.

But one thought terrified her. What if it didn’t end up that way? What if their relationship wasn’t the same as their friendship? What if she lost him as a friend as well? It wasn’t a thought that she could bear.

She pulled away from him and met his eyes, focusing on the tranquil blue in them that had always made her feel better. She took and deep breath and exhaled. “Joe, about what you told me yesterday…” she paused for a second, letting her words drift off. She wasn’t sure how to say any of this. “I’m sorry, it’s just… It’s you. I can’t do this… with you.”

She saw his features change. He had obviously understood her wrong. She quickly went to explain herself. “You’re too much of a close friend. You know everything about me.”

“But isn’t that a good thing?” he asked. “All the awkwardness of the first stages has gone. We would have a smooth ride.”

She shook her head. “I don’t know, Joe. It just seems a bit too risky. I really don’t want our friendship to come to an end because of something like this. I just… I can’t believe that romantic love or whatever is stronger than what we have now. I love you. I truly do love you. And I don’t want to lose you as a friend, as this special person you’ve become in my life… Just because this relationship didn’t work out.”

He looked at her briefly and then smiled. “Is that what you’re afraid of?” he asked and she nodded, looking a bit ashamed of herself. Looking back, she’d never really told him how much he meant to her.

“You’re never going to lose me as a friend, (Y/N). I’ll always be your friend no matter what happens. We’ve been through so much already.” he paused for a second and looked into her eyes. “Look, I know you may not believe in romantic love. But you do believe in friendship. We both believe in friendship. And we’ve got that no matter what. The rest would just be extra. It’ll always be extra. You’ll be my friend foremost no matter what. I know that you don’t say this stuff a lot, but trust me, I do know how much I mean to you. You may not say it, but I know that your side of this friendship is just as strong as mine. I know you care about me a lot. And I care about you as well. So, don’t you think that our friendship is solid enough to get us through anything? Isn’t this - whatever it’s going to be end up being - worth giving a try?”

“Well, I guess the fake relationship was working out fine, so why shouldn’t the real one work out?”

He laughed and she joined in. And suddenly everything seemed to be in its place. It all felt so natural and it all felt so easy. That’s when she knew that she had made the right decision. At least she knew that that was the decision she wanted to make. She could never be a hundred percent sure that it was the right one. But that was a risk she had to take. It was a risk they both had to take, but it was worth taking. She would no longer be his pretty secret. She would just be the pretty loving amazing girl next to him now. And he would be the funny quirky amazing boy next to her. Maybe they weren’t each other’s perfect matches. Maybe they weren’t a match destiny had made. Maybe they weren’t each other’s soul mates. But that was okay. They didn’t believe in soul mates anyway.

They would just settle with sharing all the lovely experiences life has to offer. Together.