especially when his eyes teared up

Here’s what we’re gonna do

A/N: I’m sorry. This is angsty & will probably bum you out…but I’m using it to set up for a fic I’ve been really wanting to write which results in happiness! Reader is Dean’s twin. There will be a part two! 

Warnings: Check the tags, angst

John x Daughter!Reader   Dean x Sister!Reader  Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by heytheredeann

You swear you could hear the blood rushing through your ears while you stared at the pink plus on the pregnancy test. This couldn’t be happening. You were supposed to just have a stomach bug, not be pregnant. You sat down on the edge of the motel bed, grateful for your decision to stay home today and that Sam and Dean were still at school.

Hours passed as you sat on the bed thinking about the situation you were in. What were you going to do? You were only seventeen years old. You couldn’t raise a kid in this life, hell you weren’t sure you’d be able to safely carry a baby in this life. What would Sam and Dean think? Hell, what was your dad going to say?

A sob ripped through you as it began to sink in just how screwed you were. You buried your face in your hands as you thought about it some more. How were you supposed to afford a doctor? How would you afford baby stuff?

Closing your eyes, you tried taking deep breaths you attempted to collect yourself. You needed to think of some sort of plan before Sam and Dean came home. Dean would be able to tell something was wrong the moment he looked at you, it was that weird twin connection the two of you shared.

The motel door unlocking and opening quickly grabbed your attention; it was too early for Sam and Dean to come home, which only meant one thing, dad was back early from a hunting trip.

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Ooh!!! #12 with fuckboy! Taehyung 😏 please and thank you ☺️

✎ things you said when you thought i was asleep ✎
1.6k words ; angst [ pg-15 ]

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

a/n: i tried to make this happy but i wrote this after spring day came out and went emo real fast

For as long as you could remember, you and Taehyung had always been an inseparable pair. Wherever he went, you did too. Whatever you did, he followed. Sometimes voluntarily, other times he’d force you out of your place to tag along as his wingwoman.

To say that it didn’t hurt whenever Taehyung pulled you out of your shell only to shove you back in would be the ultimate lie.

It was common knowledge amongst all the students that Taehyung was never one for commitment. A few have said it was because of his parents’ divorce, others because of a past lover who had shattered his heart. But you knew differently.

Taehyung didn’t have commitment issues, he had trust issues. Not with anyone else, but with himself. He didn’t trust himself to care for such a thing as fragile as love, didn’t trust himself to give his all to a relationship and a lover who would depend on him, lean on him, believe in him. despite the multiple times you’ve told him otherwise, he wouldn’t listen. He trusted you, but never your words, nor your actions that continuously reminded him how deserving of love he was.

And for as long as you could remember, you have always, always been in love with Kim Taehyung.

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Dittany

Request two!

Tags: auror!Harry, potions consultant!Draco, mud, and bitching, so, so much bitching.

(Also posted on AO3)


“You know I’m just a consultant, right Potter?” Draco said acidly, trying to scrape mud from his arms and legs, “I am not a mad auror with more adrenaline than sense.”

“You have mentioned it before,” Harry said tersely, taking deep breaths. It was, after all, his fault Draco had ended up in the swamp following up a lead on black market dittany growers. It was also Harry’s fault that when he tripped on a root he had grabbed for the first thing in reach, which had been Draco, and pulled them both into a mug bog with the consistency of quicksand that had taken them twenty minutes to get out of. 

Now they were both coated in mud up to the chest. Draco had somehow managed to scrape most of it off and didn’t have any on his hair or face, other than a small blob on his cheek. Harry had it in his hair, face, and just about everywhere else.

He just, really, really wished Draco would shut the hell up.

“What kind of absolute idiot can’t identify dittany?” Draco muttered.

His wand clutched so tightly into his fist he could feel every groove and notch in the wood. “Why can’t we just cast scourgify?” Harry groaned, ducking under a branch Draco let go, nearly smacking him in the face. Draco was watching the ground for signs of the tiny herb but he had to have done it on purpose, Harry just knew it.

Draco shot a look back at Harry what reminded him of Snape, “I have explained, Potter, dittany only grows in soil that contains mercury and propagates moondew flowers, do you really want to know what happens when you introduce magic to that combination?”

“Ok, ok,” Harry conceded trying not to think about the places mud was now making its home.

“Are you certain?” Draco said mockingly, “Because it involves your skin turning yellow and slowly melting off. Sounds like a right jolly Gryffindor thing to do.”

Harry took another deep breath and slowly let it out, “I understand, Draco.”

“I sincerely doubt that,” Draco said.

“Just shut up!” Harry snapped, “I swear, I get it!”

Draco stopped in his track and spun around, his expression furious.

Harry went on, “I’m sorry about everything that’s happened but you’re not the only one that’s uncomfortable or unhappy about all this!” He threw up his hands, “I swear sometimes I think you only care about yourself!”

Draco stalked over to him, stabbing his finger into Harry’s chest, “You egotistical, fucking arsehole, I can’t believe-” he stopped and shook his head, “I fucking hate you.”

Harry smacked Draco’s hand away, “Yeah, well, I hate you too!! Fucking wanker.”

Draco jerked back like Harry had hit him, his eyes widening, “You-” his words choked and died in his throat, “-You what?” He blinked rapidly, his head turning away to try and hide the tear that had slipped down his cheek.

Harry stared in shock, then caught Draco’s chin, tugging it back round to face him. He brushed the tear from Draco’s face before he had even realized what he was doing.

“You’re covered in mud,” Draco sniffed, looking down at the ground, another tear blinking free.

“Sorry,” Harry said softly, wiping the other tear away, smearing the mud on Draco’s cheek, “I don’t hate you.”

“Like I care,” Draco muttered.

Harry sighed and smiled ruefully, “Alright.”

“I don’t,” he insisted with a faint pout, finally bringing his eyes up to meet Harry’s, a faint pink flush colouring the tops of his cheekbones.

Harry leaned forward, chancing a brief kiss, tensing in anticipation for the worst.

“This is awful,” Draco groused, “We’re disgusting.” he sniffed again and blinked his tears back.

“Can I try again when we’re cleaned up?” Harry asked.

Draco glanced away and shrugged, his cheeks flushing further.

Harry smiled, “How about dinner then?”

Draco pulled away suddenly, his eyes fixed at where he had glanced away. He stalked through the trees to a small clearing surrounded by scrub and strange pale flowers. “Here it is.” Draco gestured.

Harry followed. The clearing was full of tiny dittany plants. It was a king’s fortune, especially at the obscenely high prices the growers were charging for them, and the final evidence they needed to convict the group they had arrested a few days ago. Harry activated his tracking medallion and sent his patronus back to tell them he had found it. Soon the collections team would be apparating on Harry’s location.

Draco shifted his weight, his arm brushing Harry’s. He cleared his throat nervously, “Dinner would be nice.”

“Yeah?” Harry looked up with a hopeful smile.

Draco smiled faintly back, “Yeah.”

❀ Broken Hearts | 01

pairings/characters: pjm x reader x jjk
words: 3.6k
genre: drama, angst, occasional smut
trigger warnings: mentions of alcohol, language
summary:

“best friends can break your heart too. Especially when they were never true to begin with.”

Originally posted by btsneeds



“Hey.” His voice was soft against the loud screams of the people around us. The entire airport was crowded, with people rushing to catch their flights.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry, or at least try not to.

But when his arms wrap around your smaller frame, you couldn’t help but let the one drop of tear escape your eyes, slowly trickling down your skin. He brings you close enough for you to be able to pick up on every little whisper and every breath over the ear piercing roars coming from the crowded people running around with haste, to catch their flight; the both of you standing in the middle of chaos.

“Don’t worry… I promise- I’ll call whenever I am free. -Ok?“

After high school you had decided to stay in Seoul, studying to become a fashion designer at a prestigious university, while Jungkook was on his way to his first tour after his debut. Which is why you found yourself at the airport today, heart breaking to pieces as you see your best friend, childhood friend and only love leave for a whole year.

“Yeah yeah.” You answer him, sniffling to keep your tears at bay. Letting your body press closer to his, you mumble the rest into his shirt, trying your best to stay composed. “I know you will, I just… ”

Its as if the words get stuck in your throat, the syllables that you have been dying to confess to him since the start of high school. You. Loved. Him. More than a friend, more than any person in the world. You didn’t know what it was, but the only way to describe it was love. You longed to see him everyday, wanting his arms to hold you down as the both of you fell asleep on the couch. Maybe at the start you thought of it as an immature crush, but the way the thought of him clouded your mind every second of the day the past few months could only prove against it. But…

“Just?”

“Just.. I’ll miss you- a lot.”

There’s no way you could just flat out confess, the possibility of it ruining your friendship couldn’t have been worse. It’s never like how stories put it out to be. Your friend never just has crush on you. He went out with a million girls, dated a few, and had countless one night stands, if you could in anyway validate these as him masking his feelings for you then you’d only be living in a dream. He was shameless to put it, he always knew how you felt but he could never figure out how you felt about him; always coming up to you to simply comment about another girl. How did he have the time to do all of this, you had no idea but he did. He did and he hid it well, only to confide to you each time.

The only hope that you held on to, was how over-protective he was of you.

In the past 5 years, you’ve only dated two guys simply because Jungkook didn’t approve of them. He’d be the one to remind you that your skirt was too short, that drinking would only cause irresponsible decisions, that clubs were off limits (unless your boyfriend somehow convinced Jungkook), he’d be the one to warn you every time. Heck even your own dad wasn’t this concerned about you.

He’d fuck around wherever he wanted, but he always had his eyes out for you.


“I’ll miss you too, but it’s just a few months. A few months and-”

‘Flight EK 323: Calling for passengers one last time.’

“Did you really have to take the long way around?”

“We have a lot of stops you know?” He smiled against your cheeks, your fingers wiping the last remains of your tears when you felt his soft lips on you, “I’ll be back in no time trust me.” He pulls away from you with a wide smile, fingers grabbing onto his carry-on instead as he rushes to the gates, screaming a rushed goodbye.

He’ll be back soon, maybe then…

‘Dispatch: Idol Jeon Jungkook caught in a scandal’

What?

Maybe your eyes were just playing tricked s on you. Straightening your body against the cushioned headboard of your bed you grab your glasses just for good measure. Having just woken up as the first rays of the sun entered your bedroom, you got your phone from under your pillow to check on Instagram.

After being apart for a few months, his calls became infrequent as his texts did too. Everytime you’d call him it’d just be met with silence. But you just presumed that he was head deep busy with practice and producing. But this scandal was not what you expected.

He was always cautious, never getting caught by any news source whether it be his late night flings or the moments he spent with you. He was sneaky enough to get past them no matter how exhausted he was, but this time he got caught. That too with a rather sexy model if you had to say, her long legs shimmering under the street lamp as her dress that was so lewdly cut at the right places flaunted every curve of her body which just so happened to be glued to Jungkook’s.


Fixing the glasses atop your nose, you look through each article that had been published in the couple of hours that Dispatch had caught him, completely disregarding the ticking clock behind you since the moment you woke up; the sense of time hits you the second your friend Kyuhyung texts.

Kyuhung [11:38]: Are you going to be here for class today? Or are you too busy dreaming about lover boy?

You [11:39]: He just got into a scandal.

Kyuhung [11:39]: What the fuck?

Kyuhung [11:39]: Your best friend, Jeon Jungkook? The one person who seemingly cares the most about you. The one guy who has been avoiding cameras for years now?

You [11:40]: I guess…

You stared at the blank screen, taking in the words that he just typed. He was right, how could Jungkook have blocked you so suddenly? Kyuhung was a good friend of the both of you, having asked you out the last year of high school you rejected him solely on the request of Jungkook. But he stuck around as a friend, becoming closer to you as the both of you had the same major.

Kyuhung [11:43]: But you’re kidding me right? He’s supposed to be back in seoul by tomorrow.

You [11:43]: I wish I was kidding…

Kyuhung [11:46]: Try to take your mind off this, go out and have fun instead.
Kyuhung [11:46]: Don’t let his scandal affect you.


Maybe if only you could hear his voice. Maybe if you could hear his voice, weeping at the other end, that this was a mistake; that all of these flings of his were just mistakes and he truly only cared about you. If only you could hear him say that would your mind be at ease.Opening the door to your bedroom, your feet creak on the wooden floor. The breeze that enters from the open window past the peach blinds that shielded your room and the outside world tingles every inch of your exposed skin, reminding you that you were awake. Reminding you that Jungkook was stuck in a mess and all you could do was worry.

Why were you back here again? To mope around? To stress over something that wasn’t yours? But who could you blame? It’s not like you had taken up the opportunity and told him how you feel about him. You could’ve, but you decided to let it be. Maybe if you told him he’d stop doing all of this. Your fingers had made their way to toy around with the hem of your shirt, getting lost in your own thoughts as you try to think of exactly what he’s going through.

How all of this would affect his career, his life.

Your phone buzzed in beside you, a loud ring signifying someone’s call. You practically jump on the seat, trying to pick your phone up with your trembling hands as you swipe the screen to pick up the call. You grab the phone holding it up to your ear, in a desperate attempt to maybe hear his voice. For a second your heart stopped, as you held your breath hearing closely for even a single decibel of sound. But to no avail, it turned out to be a telemarketer.

Telemarketers.

Always calling at the worst time. With a loud thud you drop your phone, today’s definitely not a good day. You missed your early classes, and were simply put drowning in questions that had no answers to them.

Time seemed to blend in, the very concept only becoming a theory to you as you switched the TV on, letting its loud noises

Why were you so worried about him?

Easier said than done. Even if you knew that Jungkook messed around like this all the fucking time, you knew even better just how much this scandal would break him.

Even if he did mess around, he was weak deep inside and you knew it better than anyone. You remember those nights you spent cuddled up in blankets as he talked about how hard practice was. You remember those nights when he’d tell you that he was sane because you were with him, you were with him to thick and thin and you out of everyone knows how it gets. You see every time he’s nervous, softly playing with the tips of his hair or even simply biting on his lips. You remember those nights where you’d stay up late, just to help him finish that one English assignment that he was too lazy to do.

You remember it all because you’ve been with him since you could remember.

But of course the depth of your thoughts could never fight the time and soon enough you spent the entire day in absolute silence, just the annoying TV and your thoughts.

Hunger and anything that seemed normal for a human was unnecessary for you today, cause all you were doing is crying about something you had no control over.

Wait.

But why?

The sun was setting, a lovely burnt sienna spread across the sky.Your breaths has significantly deepened, as you felt every single bout of air that had entered your body, giving you a dose of relief. But it still wasn’t right. Memories of the both of you, sitting in this very spot. Countless polaroids from your late night adventures. Mugs of hot chocolate, cuddled up next to each other. Even stepping out couldn’t help you.

These thoughts brought back memories more painful, than letting him go. Your fingers instinctively reach to wipe away the drop of tear had streamed down your cheeks, The already reddened skin, now drenched with the salty trails of sorrow. Why must your heart suffer when he didn’t even feel a drop of guilt? Getting up from the spot, your tread your feet to your closet.

The shock that had eventually dispersed to sadness now burned with rage. You’re mind starting trying to sort through years of just listeinging to his whims and half assed excuses. Of course it was illogical, if he’s allowed to do what he wants, then so are you.

What’s the point of sitting here and mourning about someone or rather something that had nothing to do with your life? Fuck- did you just spend the last 20 or so years of your life crying over a person who makes his own mistakes, who plays by his own rules, who thinks he’s better than everyone. Just worrying about him and if he passed the SAT instead of going out with that one cute boy who asked you out. Or how you stayed up every night just listening to him talk about nonsense and comment about your appearance, your personality your everything when you could’ve been asleep and well rested.

Simply put it was a waste of time, but there’s no point in being his doll anymore. He made one bad decision, it’s time you make yours.

You lift yourself off the couch, the one place that had seemingly become an abode for your weeping body every time something didn’t go your way. Letting the tv let its noise serenade the house to avoid silence that’d probably would’ve eaten you alive. You make your way to the bedroom, walking past the strewn clothes all over its carpeted floor.

If anyone saw the state your room was in, no one would expect you to be one of the responsible students at uni. With your ivory bed sheets messed atop the bed in the center of the room and papers scattered around everywhere with what you’re assuming is rejected drafts of your designs.

Your closet, nonetheless was in the same condition. Jumbled up with a piece of bra lying on the floor and shirts just shoved inside. You so need to get your life together. Maybe this was a start, just a little rebellious.

You loved the attention that the other men gave you, the rows of guys who’d come up to you just to ask you out. Their hungry stares at your body as you willed to choose who would go home with that night. That very thought didn’t seem to sit with Jungkook for reasons quite inexplicable. You had voiced your opinions a million times, asking him to stop messing around especially after debut and for for the most part he would just nod and maybe forget. But if you ever asked him why he asked you to avoid clubs all he’d say was ‘you wouldn’t get it’

You looked through the various rows of dresses lined up on wooden hangers which surprisingly weren’t as disorganized as you would’ve thought they would be. But the most disappointing part was probably the dresses that were lined up, from pastels to cute skirts you had it all; but in this mess of what looked like a rainbow your eyes scanned for something a bit more ‘oomph’

Something that’d have more of an effect, something that’d leave them breathless something like- that. Your eyes don’t fool you when your fingers touch the lacy black dress that felt -oh so- soft under your touch. If this wouldn’t get the guys swooning, nothing could. It was cut in just the right places allowing the fabric to wrap over skin making each and every pronounce itself.

Making sure to look like perfect eye candy, making the boys imagine the deepest of their fantasies, you finished getting ready. Within an hour you were about to walk out your apartment, your heels clicked loudly against the marble flooring. As you closed the door behind you, fitting your phone and credit card info the lousy excuse of a purse.

You step out into the dimly lit hallway, opting to wait for the elevator than take the stairs considering how high your heels were today. But the elevator sure took its sweet time to reach up to your floor. Your reflection on the metal doors was good enough for you to check up on yourself one last time, fixing the nude lipstick you had chosen using the pad of your fingers just when the doors dinged open and the sight in front of you had your eyes devouring it in greed.

There stood in front of your eyes, a man with lustrous silver hair. Definitely a well built body, considering you could see his muscles bulge from underneath his tight black dress shirt, all of this paired perfectly with a smile that had your heart fluttering. To him you probably seemed weird, taking your time to admire his beautiful feature before stepping in.

“Going down?” You asked, almost in a whisper but the glowing “G” sign on the panel gave you your answer right away.

If only it had stopped there.

“Hopefully on you.” His voice was just loud enough for you to hear, and honestly you couldn’t stop the chuckle that left your lips. Was he actually serious?

“Aren’t those a little dirty to say to a random stranger?” You don’t bother turning around to face him, trying to hold in your laughter instead.

“Seeing as you’re dressed I wouldn’t act so innocent, I mean.. you had to hear it from someone at some point cause darling you look gorgeous.” That very sentence made you giggle, probably the first glimmer of a smile that’s been there in the last month or so.

Even before you could answer him back, you feel his arms lightly touch your waist, pushing his body on to you as he leaned down to your ears. “How about I take you out dancing tonight?” You bite down on your lip as you feel his body heat warming you through the thin fabric of your dress, if it was anyone else you would’ve probably hit them in their face and walked away, but this time you couldn’t help but play along. Your previous thoughts and worries diminished into nothing.

“Isn’t that a lot to ask mr. Innocent face?” You throw back at him, trying to test his patience with the both .The doors open, as you’re about to step out, when his hands pull you back inside by the wrist.

“Do you think I didn’t noticed how you stared at my muscles the second you got on?” His voice had dropped an octave lower, making you shudder with this unknown feeling. “Come on baby girl, it’s all on me.”

And with those words you found yourself in a car with a stranger who, even with his teasing tendencies didn’t seem all to bad. His name was Park Jimin, sounding very familiar to one who had heard before, but obviously your mind couldn’t possible make out who. Just thinking about how many ‘jimins’ walk around Seoul everyday has you distracted enough to pay attention to his little small talk but still detached from your thoughts of Jungkook.

You learnt a lot about him. He’s a singer, although you couldn’t pin down where you’ve heard his songs, but it definitely sounded familiar. He wasn’t self centered, if anything he made sure to constantly ask you about yourself. You found out that he was only a few years older than you, and had decided to take a break from his band for a few weeks.


You couldn’t help but wonder that maybe if Jungkook had gotten breaks like this, he would’ve been here with you. But as he mentioned countless times to you every time he texted. He was never free. He could never make time for you.


Only then did you realize your mind was drifting off again, you needed something to distract you from this, and only alcohol seemed to be the answer. Afree a few more jokes being passed around, the taxi parked outside the club, that had rows of people lining the street just to get in.

It’d be more than just difficult for you to get in, or so you thought. As you walk beside Jimin, trying your best from keeping from falling over the bouncer at the door just takes one look and swings opens the door for the both of you. It definitely delayed you by a few seconds which you could’ve saved dashing down the door, it still proved to be useful considering you didn’t have to wait in a line

Just as you stepped inside the black room streaked in different neon lights, you rushed towards the bar without giving a second glance towards Jimin. In record speed you had ordered three rounds of shots and were only getting riled up by the music as the base of the songs thumped louder around you.

By the time Jimin approached you, you were two shots in deep and your mind began to get fuzzy, never ring able to handle your alcohol well. Two shots were probably enough to get UOU mildly uncoordinated. “Couldn’t wait a few minutes darling?” He asks taking a seat beside you and signaling towards the bartender himself.

“I just needed a few drinks to get stuff off my mind”

“Rough week?”

“Somewhat”

“Understandable.” His replies were short, but the way he didn’t let his eyes leave you was sign enough that he was genuinely worried. Or maybe you were too drunk? “Why don’t we both get drunk and forget about all our worries for now?”

“I’m way ahead of you.”

“Another round?”

“Yes please”

How did you manage to spend a whole night with a stranger you met in an elevator? God knows! But hell did you enjoy yourself. You enjoyed listening to his wild stories, or even just how he almost burnt his house down. You enjoyed looking at the way his nose crinkled every time he smiled probably from one of your horrible puns. You enjoyed the feeling of his breath just tickling your skin as the both you let the music drown you in your own space, the mess of bodies melting to nothing around you.

You giggle into his chest from what you could’ve sworn is the worst joke of the century, the low rumble of his chuckles as he laughs along with you sending shivers down your spine. You look up to his face, tracing his plump lips with your eyes. You were about to lean in, maybe under the influence of alcohol or maybe to release some stress. But you couldn’t deny yourself of this beautiful hunk of a man. Your lips brushed against each other momentarily, breaths hitting each other’s faces, before a strong hand pulled him away from you. Your face shifted to that signifying great annoyance, looking up to find Jimin and a familiar face.

Your eyes squinted for a second, as you blinked a couple of times to get a better view.

“Jungkook?”

Yes Ma'am (Montgomery De la Cruz Imagine)

OKAY HERE ME OUT This is my first imagine and I just wanted to see if I was any good at this, so feel free to leave feedback. I’m def Jeff trash but I just had this idea about my other baby Monty and wanted to run with it. I hope you guys enjoy!

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions alcohol (pls let me know if there is anything I should add)

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(Y/N) was standing next to Tony at the dj station, the dance by then in full swing. Her eyes scanned the crowd of drunken teenagers dancing wildly as her fingers twisted in Tony’s headphone wire in boredom. Jessica had told her that going to the dance tonight would be a great time, but she had disappeared with Justin, leaving (Y/N) to wander by herself. Tony was doing his best to cheer her up but her mind was wondering to her boyfriend Montgomery, who she hadn’t seen yet tonight. Their relationship had been on the down low for months, both of them knowing that drama would be stirred up the second the news of their relationship got out. That’s why when Monty asked her to the dance, she sadly had to decline, telling him they’d find a dance to attend together once everyone had found out about their relationship.

“(Y/N) are you sure you’re alright?” Tony snapped her out of her thoughts. “Yeah!” She smiled politely at him, knowing he was trying his best to keep her entertained.“Yeah Tony I’m good.” She had spoke too soon as her attention turned back towards the crowd. Within seconds she had found Monty making his way through the crowd. The way that jacket fit his broad shoulders perfectly almost made her wanna give into him right then and there. But her thoughts were soon distracted by Montys actions as he came up behind Courtney, whispering something in her ear. (Y/N) tried not to think too much of it until Courtney turned, pulling Monty closer to her and whispering in his ear as well. (Y/N) let out a frustrated sigh and left the dj stand, forcing her way through hundreds of teenagers to get through the door. Monty spotted his girl leaving the place and excused himself from Courtney. He adjusted his jacket and picked up his pace as he followed (Y/N) out, trying to catch up with her.

“Babe!” He yelled once he had spotted her in the hallway. “Baby wait!” He called out again, softly taking her arm to stop her. She turned towards him, keeping her eyes down to hide her brewing tears of frustration. “What’s wrong?” He said softly bending down to try to get her to look at him.

“What’s wrong?” She raises her voice, almost shocked that he doesn’t know. His heart sinks, knowing he’s done something to upset her yet again. He couldn’t seem to get it right with her lately. “Mont you can’t just expect girls to be all over and have me be okay with it! Especially when you’re enjoying it so much!” She threw her arms up and rolled her eyes.

“She wasn’t.. I wasn’t.. it wasn’t like th-” Monty tried to tell her the truth because he knew how bad it looked. But telling girls exactly how he felt always made him feel weak, which is something Montgomery de la Cruz was never supposed to be.

“Mont I just wanna go home.” She held the bridge of her noise, clearly aggravated. He gulped.

“Let me at least bring you home.” He pleaded with her.

“Yeah right Monty. Like you’re sober enough for that.” She snapped more then she intended to, but this wasn’t the first time he’d been on her nerves this week. This was the third time in the last week Courtney had used Monty for some reason, and it looked like Monty was enjoying it. When in reality, Monty was just listening in on rumors going around, which he knew (Y/N) wouldn’t be proud of anyway. Giving in he got his keys out of his pocket, giving them to her.

“You’re right. I’ve been drinking. But at least let me get out of here with you?” He mumbles as she takes them from his hands. She nods understandably.

“Thanks.” He whispers as they make their way out to his jeep. As they finally arrive, he opens her door for her, but steps in front before she can get in. “I get nervous around you.” He admits, making (Y/N) furrow her eyebrows.

“Montgomery what’re you..”

“You make me nervous. I don’t wanna screw things up with you. I do stupid things and I make stupid decisions and I know I’m gunna disappoint you. And it fucking sucks cause I wanna change. I wanna be the best I can for you. And I’m working on that. But I’m not a cheater. And I could never.. I could never do anything like that to hurt you. I love you too much to risk that.” He looked for any response in her eyes, but he couldn’t find one. He’d never opened up to a girl like that before, and his nerves were getting the best of him. But he wasn’t about to let his dream girl slip away over a stupid dance.

“But Courtney.. ”

“Fuck Courtney. She uses me to spread rumors. That’s all that is. I don’t feel that way about anyone else but you.” She let out a sigh, keeping her eyes locked with his.

“I don’t want you to be nervous.” She sighs quietly. “I know who you are Mont, and I’m still here. I’m here because I know you aren’t that guy all the time. And I know you’re trying to change. I don’t get upset over you spreading rumors or stupid stuff like that. I get upset when I think other girls are getting to you.” He sighs shaking his head quickly.

“(Y/N), You’re the only girl that gets to me.” He says quietly, finally placing his hands softly on her hips. She looks up at him, giving him a small smile.

“I love you.” She whispers, keeping their eyes locked.

“I love you too.” He whispers back, finally leaning down to connect their lips together softly.

“Get in the car Montgomery.” She laughs out seconds after he pulls away, trying to get him to finally move and get into his seat so she could drive home.

“Yes ma'am” He smirked, kissing her cheek before making his way around the car.

Originally posted by knightlley

Walk

Requested by: @diving-down-to-wonderland

Request: Well this might be cheesy but maybe something (also with buck) where you’re engaged but after an accident you can’t walk properly anymore but buck still loves you the same and supports you where he can. What he doesn’t know is that you’re secretly practising to be able to work on your wedding. Soooo at the wedding day you are able to walk down the aisle on your own and Bucky gets happy and speechless and stuff ? Idk maybe it’s weird but I kinda liked the thought of it

A/N: I freaking live for angst, here we go! I don’t know if this is what you asked for exactly. I tried, though! Hope you enjoy! -Kaley xx

Warnings: car accident, disabled!reader, mentions of wreckage, reader cannot walk, fluff, angst

You weren’t an Avenger, you weren’t a fighter, and you certainly didn’t believe you had any enemies. You were normal. It was something you and Bucky worked really hard at achieving. He lived his life, fought the bad guys, saved the world, and got to be amazing while you went to school, worked your part time job, and shopped at Target. Normal. You didn’t do anything to cause anyone any harm, you didn’t steal, spy, or track. You just lived your life day to day and while it may seem boring to some people, you were happy. Bucky made you happy, and being engaged to Bucky sent you over the moon. You loved your quiet little life and you knew Bucky appreciated the stillness of it after working some of the missions that he had been sent on. You had Bucky and Bucky would always have you and that was all you needed.

Except now you were panicking on a freeway while trying to find your cell phone because you were certain there were some people following you. You had just gotten out of class when you had that feeling wash over you, like someone was watching you. You tried to play it off as paranoia, you had just had a long day and needed a nice shower. But when you got to the parking lot where your car was parked the feeling hadn’t subsided, in fact, it was stronger and you were pretty sure you heard footsteps behind you. Once you were settled in your vehicle you locked the doors and got out of there as quick as you could without looking back. Now you kind of wished you would have looked back. The black SUV with the even blacker tinted windows was right on your tail and there were two others that were creeping up on both sides of you. You were in some shit all right.

Finally grabbing a hold of your phone you dialed Bucky’s number as quickly as you could, putting it on speaker and throwing it into the passenger seat. After ringing a few times he picked up, cheerily greeting you.

“Hey, doll! Are you out of class already? I-” but you cut him off before he could finish, “Bucky I think I’m being followed and I don’t know what to do!” Your voice shook with fear as you glanced into your rear views to see the SUVs had gotten even closer. “What? Are you sure they’re following you? What does the car look like?” He frantically asked, and you heard a bunch of rustling in the background.

"There’s three of them, they’re uh, they’re black SUVs, I can’t see who’s driving. The windows are too dark….I’m scared, Bucky.”

Bucky cursed as he heard the fear in your voice, and hurriedly flagged Tony down as he happened to be walking through the training room Bucky and Steve were currently occupying. He gave him a confused look but approached nonetheless. “Yes?” He wondered, looking over at Steve who looked just as lost.

"It’s y/n, she said that she’s being followed by three SUVs. Can you get me a visual?” Bucky quickly asked as he tried to listen for any background noise on your end of the call, praying whoever was after you wouldn’t try shooting at you or your car. “What?!” Steve bellowed as he tried listening in on the call as well, while Tony had Jarvis trace your location.

"Hey, baby, I need you to listen to me, ok? We’re looking at you right now and you need to do exactly as I ask. Can you do that?” Buck asked you as Tony and Steve worked on mapping a way for you to lose the followers. “Yeah, I can. I love you, Bucky.” He felt his chest tighten as you spoke, not liking the circumstances under which you’re saying them, “I love you to, doll. We’re gonna lose ‘em, alright? I promise.” He said before he began telling you which turns to take and which roads to go down as they watched you from the holographic screen Tony controlled.

"I can’t lose them, guys! I don’t know what to do!” You panicked as you felt the car behind you hit up against the back of your car. “They’re trying to crash into me!” You sped up and took a random right turn and looked behind you relieved to not see anyone there.

"Wait, I think I tricked them! They’re gone!” You laughed as you turned back around at the same time you heard Bucky, Steve, and Tony yelling at you through your phone to watch out. By the time you noticed the truck coming at you head on, it was too late. All that managed to escape you was shriek of terror as you felt the impact of your car slamming into the other. Then nothing. It was all black.

Bucky let an agonized roar leave his lungs as he watched your car flip several times before bursting into flames, it was as if someone had ripped his heart out of his chest and he couldn’t remember how to breathe. Everything was numb and he had this consistent ringing in his ears. The sound of your scream haunting his mind. “Bucky! Look at me, buddy! Let’s go get her!” Steve spoke urgently with a tremor in his voice as he quickly guided Bucky to the garage where Tony had a car waiting for the three of them.

"I contacted Bruce and he’s setting up his lab right now, we just need to make sure she’s stable until we get her back here.” Tony informed them as he sped off, not saying anything else. Though the speed the car was traveling at said more than any words could have.

"She’s gonna be fine, everything’s fine.” Steve nodded, looking as though he was trying to convince himself more than anyone. Bucky knew he was scared too, you’d become like a little sister to Steve and though he’d never admit it to you, he held a big soft spot for your corny jokes and determination to bring him up to date with the 21st century.

In no time they were at the crash site, thankfully no one had seen it so there wasn’t any crowding. It looked so much worse in person too, Bucky didn’t want to admit it but he wondered how anyone could survive the outcome your car was currently in. As soon as his feet touched the ground after exiting the car, his knees buckled and he couldn’t stop the tears from leaving his eyes.

That was nearly eight months ago. You’d managed to somehow survive the crash, something Bruce and Dr. Cho had a really hard time understanding. You were just happy you were alive, and so was everyone else. Especially Bucky. After undergoing several immediate operations following the accident you went into a coma. You were in it for nearly two months and when you woke up the first person you saw was Bucky. You’d never seen your strong man cry before, he’d always been the tough one, but when you opened your eyes and squeezed his hand he sobbed for nearly an hour while he held you. It was the worse than the crash, you think.

You were bed ridden for a few days before they gave you the ok to start moving around again. Laying down for so long had weakened your muscles significantly so it was time to build your strength again.

Only you couldn’t do that. With Bucky’s help you sat up at the edge of the bed, and when you tried to stand you would’ve hit the floor if it wouldn’t have been for him catching you. You looked up at him in confusion before trying again, only for the same thing to happen. You spent the next hour trying, and failing, to get your limbs to work and the looks of sympathy you kept getting from Bucky and anyone that happened to come by to see you were bothering you.

"I don’t think I can walk anymore, James.” You stated blankly before scooting back under the covers and turning to face away from him. You stayed that way for two days.

It wasn’t the idea of never walking again that scared you. That’s what everyone assumed was wrong, no. It was the idea of being a bride that couldn’t walk down the isle to marry her fiancé. It was the idea of not getting your first dance with him at your wedding or not getting to run around the yard with your future children that terrified you the most. Simple things that had meant so much to you. It wasn’t fair.

That’s what you found yourself telling Tony one day when you had rolled your wheelchair into the kitchen of the tower. He noticed the frustrated look on your face and asked you what was wrong and before you knew it the pair of you were down in the basement with Rhodey, attempting to build yourself some new leg braces too. It was the first time since finding out you couldn’t walk that you actually held a little bit of hope. Maybe you could walk again. At least down the isle, that’s all you wanted.

The project had taken over the two of you, you’d spend hours in the shop trying new materials and attempting to stand. You and Tony hadn’t actually talked about it but he knew you wanted to keep this secret between the two of you. Your wedding was a month away and you wanted to try, for Bucky. And you did good at keeping it hush until one day Steve came down to talk to Tony about something and found you holding onto railings on either side of you as you managed to stand for nearly two minutes.

"That’s a record, y/n! Longest so far! You’re improving, pretty soon you’ll be carrying Bucky through the threshold.” Tony joked as he lifted you in a hug.

“What’s going on?” You turned and saw the shocked look on Steve’s face before gesturing him to come closer. Obeying, he knelt beside your wheelchair you had sat down in and listened as you explained your newest endeavor to him. He swore not to tell a soul and over the course of the next few weeks he could be found helping you and Tony and always lifting you up when you got discouraged.

And then the day came when you did it. Then you did it again and again and pretty soon you were walking around without the help of anyone holding onto you. Granted, it was a little difficult and you had a pretty wicked limp but you were walking! Tony and Steve cheered and you were engulfed in a sea of muscle as they took turns spinning you around. Rhodey even got a turn as he showed off his leg braces and lifted you up. The four of you laughed together as tears blurred your vision and you squeezed Tony in the tightest hug you’d ever given anyone.

“I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done for me. You’re amazing.” You whispered as he hugged you to him. You looked over at Steve to see him grinning at you with glistening eyes.

“You too, Cap. You’re the best friend I ever did have.” You joked as you pulled him over to you.

“Bucky’s gonna lose it, y/n/n. You’re gonna be the most beautiful bride the world has ever seen.” He kissed your forehead and backed away as he pointed up the stairs.

“I’m gonna go make sure he’s still distracted with something. Wanda’s probably tired of keeping him busy for me. Just one more week to go and you can walk whenever you please, yeah?” He winked at you and jogged up the steps.

You turned to Tony with a serious look on your face. “I have a serious question for you, Mr. Stark.” You stated as he smirked down at you. “Lay it on me, sweet cheeks.” You rolled your eyes with a smile as you felt yourself grow nervous.

“How would you feel about walking me down the isle?”

And so he did. The big day had finally arrived and you stood with Tony behind the doors separating you from seeing your fiancé. “Nervous?” He questioned as you fidgeted with your bouquet. “More like anxious.” You responded as you heard the wedding march begin to play. “Here we go, you mumbled and felt Tony give your arm a squeeze.

The doors opened and you began your walk down the isle that seemed to go on for miles. You hadn’t looked up yet, afraid of the reaction you’d get from Bucky for hiding this from him. The two of you had a few arguments over the course of the past couple months regarding your disappearances. He thought you didn’t want to be with him anymore and thought you were avoiding him. You had to convince him you were planning the wedding and getting last minute details worked out. Which you did, while Tony tinkered. You were the bride, after all.

You finally looked up into the beautiful eyes of your beautiful man and saw the tears threatening to fall. He had a look of awe upon his face and he was smiling so big you were sure his cheeks were killing him. You felt your eyes well up at the sight of him and choked out a laugh. You were doing it.

You looked over at Steve to see him smiling tearily at you. And you giggled at the shocked looks on Sam and Clint’s faces. Natasha was glaring at you with eyes rimmed red because you were her best friend and she was so happy for you and, she’d never admit it but, she was trying not to cry. You finally stood face to face with Bucky and your tears finally fell when you saw his own fall.

"You’re the most beautiful girl in the universe, doll.” He whispered as he cupped your face in his hands and rested his forehead against yours.

“I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from me.” He laughed as you giggled at his wide eyes, “surprise?” You smiled as you grabbed his hands. He looked over his shoulder at Steve and smirked, “you’re a punk.” The guests all laughed as Steve shot back, “okay, jerk.”

The ceremony went beautifully and pretty soon you were being swept off your feet as Bucky carried you down the isle. And later that night, as you laid together in a blissful silence, Bucky propped up on his elbow and looked down at you with a smile. “You’re incredible, you know that?” He asked as he leaned down and nuzzled into your neck. You laughed as his scruff scratched you and tried wiggling away. “Nuh uh, c'mere.” He pulled you closer and kissed your shoulder.

“When I found out I couldn’t walk all that ran through my mind was, ‘I’m not gonna get to walk down the isle at my wedding. I’m not gonna get my first dance with you, and I’m not gonna be able to chase our children around because I can’t walk.’ And I refused to just accept that. I had to try and Tony, Steve, and Rhodey made sure I had all the support I needed. Honestly, without them I probably wouldn’t have done it.” You said as you traced your finger over his chest.

“When you were in the accident and we were on our way to go get you, what ran through mine was, 'God, just let her be alive. Let her come home to me. I can’t live without her.’ Because I can’t. I love Steve, he’s my brother, but I know he thinks that one day I’m gonna snap and I’ll be the same Bucky he knew back in the forties. And the rest of the world don’t know whether to look at me as a murderer or a hero. But you, you see me as Bucky. A guy that is trying his damn hardest to be good. A guy that’s trying to figure it all out. And I love you so much for that alone. You don’t expect anything from me, you aren’t afraid of me. For some reason you love me and I thank god I found you because you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. So when you found out you couldn’t walk and you looked so sad, I promised myself I’d spend the rest of my life doing everything I could to make you happy again. To prove to you that you’re so much more than a disability. But, yet again, you’ve managed to completely blow me away and surprise me with just how independent you are and just how much more I need you than you need me.”

You grabbed his chin and brought him down so you could give him a kiss. “I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.” You whispered against his lips before you kissed them again.

“I love you so much more, y/n y/m/n Barnes.”

When You Have A Nightmare

Haruhi : When you woke up panting and crying, at first she would be confused about what was happening. Being suddenly woken up left her a little cranky. However, once she realized how upset you were, she would immediately come to your side and ask you to tell her what happened. She would also talk about stories from when she had bad nightmares, so that you wouldn’t feel ashamed about it. After you calmed down she would lay down with you, snuggling up and rubbing her hand up your arm or down your back in a soothing pattern.

Originally posted by tangofox

Kaoru : He actually woke up before you did. That was mostly due to the fact that you were moving around so much and then nailed him in the stomach with your foot. He’d shake you gently, whispering your name over and over until you were awake. When you suddenly sat up and hugged him tightly, he didn’t object or ask questions. He simply laid you back down, holding you close, rubbing your hair and whispering sweet nothings into your ear until you fell asleep again. 

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Originally posted by myanimestars

Hikaru : He knew that you were awake, he just didn’t know why, and frankly, he didn’t care. He wanted to fall back asleep, and whatever you needed could wait until the morning. It wasn’t until a few minutes later, when you shook him awake that he finally opened his eyes. He was about to yell until he saw that you had tears in your eyes. Of course, him being the stubborn person he is, he only pulled you into a hug, and continued to tell you to go back to sleep so that he wouldn’t be tired the next day. 

“Come on, go back to sleep, idiot.”

Though on the inside, he was extremely worried about you.

Originally posted by karmafucksme

Tamaki : He had known immediately that something was wrong when he heard a small whimper from your side of the bed. You weren’t one to wake up during the night, especially after a long day at school. He would turn around slowly, and wrap his arms around you; nuzzling his nose into the back of your head. 

“Are you okay princess?”

He would ask you what had happened, but wouldn’t push you if weren’t ready yet. He would try to ask again in the morning, just to make sure you were okay. In the meantime, he would just whisper compliments to you, and move around so that you were comfortable, but as close to him as possible.

Originally posted by we-are-anime-trash

Kyoya : He would still be awake in another room when you came padding into the room. He would wait a minute for you to say something, but after a moment, he would turn around to see you standing in the doorway in a pitiful state. He would open his mouth to say something, but before he could, you ran towards him and sat on his lap. He would let you cry for a minute, kissing your head and rubbing his arms up and down your back. He would take a more logical approach, asking you to tell him just what happened in your dream, or maybe take you to the kitchen to make you a warm glass of milk, and hold you in his arms until you fell into a peaceful slumber. He would take you back to the room, lay down with you in bed, and fall asleep with you in his arms.

Originally posted by ourandaily

Morinozuka : You had already been in his arms when you woke up. You had already forgotten what the dream was about, just that it was scaring you a lot. Mori, of course, with his super ninja-like skills, would have already woken up, and known that you were awake too. He would grunt to tell you he was awake, and when you just smiled up towards him, he knew something was wrong. That wasn’t your smile. Instead of commenting, he would tighten his arms around you. He may even hum a song for you. Anything that would give you peace of mind, he would do, until you eventually fell back asleep with him.

Originally posted by dantexxorihara

Mitsukuni : When Mitsukuni knows what happened, he would break out into tears as well. Most likely even more than you already were.

“Ahhh, (Y/N)! I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you from the monsters! I promise I’ll become stronger so I can beat them next time, okay?”

He would be crying for quite a bit, and you would completely forget about your dream, instead trying to distract your now hysterical boyfriend. You would try to find something to distract him, but only got a response when you suggested you guys have an early-morning movie marathon with lots of sweet treats. You wouldn’t be getting anymore sleep that night, but you had found one of the greatest cures for a nightmare.

She’s not you

Originally posted by sparklingnifflers

Prompt: A lot of people wanted insecure reader so here we are! 


    This is for all the insecure girls whether it’d be physically or emotionally.


         Their laughter filled the air creating a stone in (Y/n)’s chest. She sat at the table her sketches strewn across the table, yet she was unable to concentrate. Her thoughts kept returning to the two sitting in the living room. The jokes and small talk were stones set to weigh her heart down. Every moment it got harder and harder to listen. 

          (Y/n) couldn’t understand why this was affecting her so much. Newt was hers, not Tina’s. Yet as the two continued to joke around, something stirred inside (Y/n) that made her sick. It felt like the old butterflies had turned into wasps that seemed to tear at her stomach.

           She felt her eyes starting to burn the sign that tears were on their way. So she gathered her things and quietly exited to her temporary room. She set her belongings on the desk before plopping down on the bed. Something wet trailed down her cheeks as her chest seemed to tighten.

            Why was Tina so great? Why couldn’t (Y/n) be just as good as her? Well to (Y/n) it was obvious…. She was beautiful and (Y/n) felt that she wasn’t. She only had dull (E/C) eyes and greasy (H/C) hair. She had a lot more scars than Tina. She was socially awkward and could never word anything right it seemed. (Y/n) couldn’t blame Newt if he did fall in love with Tina.Tina seemed to have everything.

              “Oh, Sweetie…. None of that is true….”  (Y/n) jumped slightly at Queenie’s voice and quickly wiped her tears away. She looked away trying to ignore how her body shook from trying to contain her sobs. “Stop reading my thoughts Queenie,” She whimpered.

                Queenie’s eyes softened and she sat in front of (Y/n) giving the girl a sad smile. “Sorry, Sweetie…. It’s hard to ignore you when you’re hurting,” She stated. (Y/n) felt the tears rising again and struggled against the urge to gasp for air. “Queenie, please… Just leave it alone.” Queenie wrapped her arms around (Y/n) sighing slightly. ‘(Y/n) there is nothing wrong with you…. Newt’s not going to leave you…”

                  (Y/n) felt something warm slipping down her cheeks and a small whimper came from her. “How do you know Queenie…” She snapped slightly, fear rising through her at the thought. Queenie pulled away a knowing look on her face. “(Y/n) I may not know…. but I know someone who does.”

                    Queenie stood up and went to the door and for a moment (Y/n) was confused. That’s when she realized who she was talking about. “Queenie don’t you-”

                    “Newt sweetie will you come in here?” (Y/n) felt her heart stop as she heard Newt excuse himself from Tina’s presence. Her heart hammered in her chest as if it was trying to break free from her ribcage. 

                      Newt walked in with his signature smile across his face. “Hey, Queenie what’s-” Newt stopped the moment he saw (Y/n)’s face. Her eyes were filled with tears and were already puffy and red. Concern filled his eyes and he was instantly sitting in front of her. His eyes scanning her face and his hands holding her cheeks. “(Y/n) what’s wrong?”

                       Seeing him seemed to break (Y/n). She started sobbing as she hugged him tightly. Her heart aching with every sob that wracked her body. Newt was taken back having never seen her like this before, but soon he was mumbling soothing words in her ear. “Shhh it’s alright I got you…”

                        After what seemed like hours it seemed (Y/n) had finally calmed down. She pulled away taking a deep breath before looking away from him. Newt’s eyes softened and he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “(Y/n) what’s wrong?” (Y/n) seemed hesitant before she mumbled, “I understand if you like Tina Newt….. She’s a lot better than me…”

                         Newt frowned. “(Y/n)…” She wouldn’t look at him tears once again pricking her eyes. “(Y/n) look at me…” He mumbled eyes softening as she finally gazed up at him. “(Y/n)… Don’t ever feel that way…. I love you and you alone.” Newt took her arms and let out a sad laugh as he slowly traced her scars. “I love every scar that you have… Cause I remember how much I worried over everyone.” Tears were visible in his eyes as he gave (Y/n) a small smile. “I love how awkward you are cause it’s the most adorable thing I’ve seen… Especially when you say things wrong.” He met your eyes and a small grin formed on his face.  “And don’t even get me started on your beautiful (E/C) eyes or your hair.” He pressed a kiss on her nose sending tears trailing down her cheek. “I love every part of you (Y/n). Tina has none of the things I’ve listed and if she does it’s not even close to you….”

                        (Y/n) smiled and for the first time in a long time, she actually felt calm. “Newt… I love you… You know that?” He let out a chuckle and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Yes, I know…. Just remember that I love you too.”

Being pregnant with Daryl's child would include:

Requested

Originally posted by wildling-heart

• Him being pretty excited about your pregnancy even though he would show that on his own kind of way 

• Him trying to find baby stuff as well as prenatal vitamins whenever he is on a run to make sure that you and the baby have everything you need

• Him talking to the baby in your belly while calling them “little asskicker” and telling them how much you both already love them

• Him always keeping a knife and his crossbow next to your bed to make sure that he can protect you both if anyone dares to attack

• Him just shaking his head chuckling when he comes once again in the kitchen, finding you making some weird food combination just to ask you grinning  if you’re serious before telling you to sit down and wait because he’ll make it for you

• Him staying with you every time you have to go through morning sickness, holding your hair and rubbing over your back 

• Him asking Rick here and there for an advice on how to handle babies and kids

• Him keeping his hothead under control for you even though your swinging moods caused by the pregnancy hormones make it pretty hard for him

• Him giving you back massages when your pregnant and heavy belly is giving you a hard time again

• Him now being more thankful for Alexandria and its safety than ever before

• Him having to think about how cruel his father was while being determined to be the best father possible for the baby

• Him being fascinated and excited when he first feels the baby moving and actually having a few tears in his eyes when he realizes again that you both are going to have a little family

• Him thinking about if he should suggest “Merle” as a name if it’s a boy or not

• Him on the one hand side wanting to reduce his runs to be able to stay as much as possible by your side, on the other hand side wanting to get as many supplies as possible for you and your baby

• Him taking the photo of the ultrasound everywhere with him, especially on runs

• Him actually liking to fall asleep with you huddled up to him while he has his hand placed on your belly

• Him promising you even more now before he leaves for a run to take care and to come back healthy to the both of you

• Him imagining how he’s teaching your child how to shoot with his crossbow

• Him always keeping an eye on you and being even more protective than he was before

• Especially when you’re in your very last weeks him eventually refusing to go on runs to be there when the baby comes and to stay by your side

• Him being especially around that time afraid that something could happen to you and your child during the birth even though he would try to not show you that to not make you unnecessarily nervous

• When your contractions start him directly bringing you to the infirmary, staying by your side the whole time, hating to see you in pain and holding your hand even though he feels like he has to walk around through being so nervous and excited at the same time

• Seeing then how your newborn child lays in arms would make him tear up, realizing once again how much he loves you both 


@dasani-saraai

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There's a lipstick stain on your shirt. Jealous and fierce Betty all the way

I’m all for that Betty, nonnie! Hope you like this! <3

47.   “There’s a lipstick stain on your shirt.”

“Oh, the remorseful husband returns.” Betty murmured with venom, violently changing the channel on the flat screen across her that she was far from watching. She could hear the door of their apartment click closed and then the casual muffling sound of coat and shoes being taken off before his lazy footsteps brought him to the dimly lit living room she was being suffocated in and internally screaming for an hour now.

“Hey, babe.” His easy-going smile found his lips at the sight of his beautiful wife, lounging in a loose t-shirt of his and a pair of tight yoga pants, the baby monitor on the side table on her right emitting the sounds of their son peacefully dreaming. “You’re still up? I thought you’d have gone to bed by now.” He popped open the top buttons of his dark blue shirt and plopped next to her, going in for a kiss only for him to come across thin air, as she turned her face away.

“Alright, is this about me not taking out the trash this morning?” Jughead sighed, already aware of their ongoing argument about how easily forgetful he was of that particular household chore. “I know you keep telling me every time and every time I forget but please is this such a big reason for us to go to bed angry at each other?” he tried to negotiate seeing as she kept staring at the muted TV with no desire in talking to him anytime soon.

“Betts, come on.” He urged her to communicate with him, like they always did with each other, dropping a light kiss on the shoulder the loose hem of his t-shirt left bare, only for her to squirm away from his touch and him to frown. “Is that not it? Am I forgetting something else?” he tried to work his mind around any other possible thing he might have done wrong but he found himself at a dead-end, clueless seeking her feminine assistance.

“What you keep forgetting is that I’m your wife.” She finally spoke slowly and in barely a whisper, her anger and stubborn tears threatening to come to surface.

“What?” Jughead spat in total confusion, bouncing his head back to take a better look at her profile.

“Where have you been all day today, Jughead?” she turned to face him for the first time, eyes stone cold upon his oblivious and worried ones.

He cleared his throat. “I had a meeting with Beck that got dragged a little out of our usual time schedule; I texted you earlier to let you know.”  He informed her casually his plans with his manager that she was already aware of, a little more casually and aloof than necessary, and Betty scoffed with a shake of her head.

“You do know that you can’t lie to me, don’t you?” she curled her arms defensively over her chest, eyes turning dark green with fury.

“I clearly don’t have a clue what you’re implying right now.” He maneuvered himself out of the situation cleverly, dropping back on the couch to focus on the TV like she was doing minutes before.

“So then I’ll stop implying and straight up ask you.” She decided to cut in to the chase, her heart drumming violently against her ribcage. “Who is she, Jughead?” she threw in the million dollar question.

“Who is who?” he blurted in a heartbeat, eyebrows knitting in complete confusion right now.

“The whore that left this on your shirt.” Her voice raised an octave angrily, snatching one of his plaid shirts from the cushions behind her and showing him the hint of burgundy lipstick on the lapel before throwing it to his face with venom. “Care to explain to me why there’s a lipstick stain on your shirt?”

“Betty” he hesitated, examining the faint shade of color on one of his shirts with bewildered eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, you don’t know?” she babbled in mockery, jumping up to her feet. “Let me enlighten you then. This whole week you come and go like you’re a visitor in this house!” she accused towering over his slouching posture on the couch. “You’re gone all day, you come home late, you shower… And then this!” she grabbed the shirt from his lap, waving it around like a red flag between them. “Do you think I’m blind? Or this stupid, not to understand that something is going on with you?” her voice gained a high-pitched tone of frustration, eyes narrowing challenging for an answer.

“You’re overreacting.” Was all that Jughead said, standing up from the couch to walk away.

“Oh, don’t you dare!” she scoffed while following quickly behind him, his large strides equivalent of multiple of her running steps. “Tell me who she is!” Betty demanded in a hushed yell. “Is she that slutty editor, Janet Marrow, or-or that fake blonde secretary, what’s her name, oh, Macy? Macy!” she laughed with no humor at all at the mention of the young assistant, Betty fuming and still following her calm husband down the hall and to their bedroom. “She is always rubbing up against you, don’t even try to deny it! Tell me her name, Jughead, or help me God!” some stubborn tears fell silently down her cheeks as she grabbed him by the material of his shirt over his shoulder, twisting it in her fist and succeeding in making him stop pacing and turn around to face her.

“There isn’t a name, there is no one, I can promise you this.” Jughead stated with all honesty, blue eyes pleading for her to believe him.

“Like you promised that I’m the only woman you’ll ever love?” she spat to his face. “What changed, huh? Is it because I became the mother of your child now? What, I lost my value as a woman?” she was whisper-shouting now, not to disturb the peaceful baby in the next room, but feeling her anger boiling at the apathetic attitude of her husband. “Because I’m still beating my ass every day to lose that damn pregnancy weight or because I lounge in this apartment all day in milk stained sweatpants and messy hair? Tell me a reason why you are not here anymore!” she whined heartbreakingly and Jughead dropped his head to the ground, nodding vigorously a couple of times, before doing an one-eighty and going to the very end of their walk in closet, bringing back a small box. He opened it up and handled her an opened small notepad that held the date of her birthday on top and then a list of plans under it.

“For this.” He sighed defeated, rubbing the back of his head before focusing back on her. “Polly and I are planning a surprise birthday party for you. We booked your favorite restaurant and all those days we were planning how to fly everyone to Boston without you knowing; her with Ethan and the twins, your mom, my dad, Veronica, Archie, Kevin and everyone else from Riverdale because you miss them all terribly and now with little bug we wouldn’t be able to fly there.” Her heart broke at the revelation, lips opening in surprise at the change of events, as she read his words on paper along with reservation dates and menu instructions. “And then I had to organize these.” he gave her a travel leaflet, again with a paper filled with plans and flight times and dates stashed inside it. “A week-long trip in Bali because you love warm, sunny places and we both, and especially you, deserve all the rest in the world after all those months with the baby.” New tears were now streaming down her face, Betty feeling awful at how unfair she had been towards him, when all he did was continuing to be an amazing partner for her.

“As for the stain, I assume that’s left by Jellybean when I went to pick her up from the airport two days ago, right after I stopped by the jewelry shop to confirm that my order was ready to be picked up in a week.” His eyes softened against her own now soft features, taking every plan-containing paper from her hands and dropping them to their master bed, before refocusing on her. “She came to help with the preparations and then to stay with little bug when we leave for our trip and you know how she sports those freaky dark lipsticks all the time, so I believe the smudged stain came from when she hugged me in full force upon running off the arrivals like a mad woman.” He laughed slightly at that, before turning serious again. “I can call Polly or Jellybean to confirm all of these right now, or if you think they would be lying on my behalf, you can call the restaurant yourself or I can drop by the travel agency tomorrow and see if I can get our tickets earlier, I don’t know…”He tried to list all the possible solutions for her to believe him with a sigh. “I just want you to know that—” Betty cut him off, fingers going to his chapped lips.

“You love me.” She whispered through her silent tears, green eyes turning up to look at him in remorse.

“Of course I do, you dork.” He smirked adorably down at her, enveloping her inside his arms.

“Even when I become a psychotic bitch still from all the bumped up hormones?” she pouted in all cuteness, hiccupping a little around the words.

“Then, even more so.” He told her truthfully bopping his nose against hers. “Even though we both know that’s not the hormones talking; you’re being a spitfire like always.” He reminded her with clever raised eyebrows, making her fake a groan in defeat.

“I was just scared that you were going to leave me.” She admitted in a small girly voice, letting her concerns flow out of her now burden-free chest.

“How can I possibly leave the source of my breathing?” Jughead stated beautifully in a heartbeat. “Seriously, Betts, after all those years, do you really think that I would ever cheat on you?” he pulled back a little to look at her, eyes turning a tad sad at the thought of her not trusting him or his genuine and intense feelings completely.

Betty shook her head to ease his mind. “I just… I mean I still look like a whale on steroids, I wouldn’t blame you for losing your interest.” She shrugged with a perpetual pout on her wet lips, buttoning and unbuttoning a button of his shirt, not daring to look him in the eye.

“What are you talking about? You look more breathtaking than ever, babe.” He rushed to validate her worth as a human being and as an amazing woman. “And I believe you know what you’re doing to me every time my eyes linger a little longer on that sinfully sexy body of yours.” His voice dropped an octave and became huskier, effectively sending shivers down her spine as he whispered next to her ear and dropped a simple kiss against her pulse point, though enough to make her heart hummer inside her chest. 

“However, you being jealous of me, is still quite entertaining to watch.” he teased her with a cocky smirk and earned a smack against his chest and a “watch it, mister” look under her eyelashes, both of them landing in a fit of giggles.

“I really don’t deserve you. And all those things you organized, Juggie, you shouldn’t have.” She ran her hands up his arms and rested them behind his neck, lifting herself on her tiptoes to rest her forehead against his in affection.

“Oh, of course I did.” He whispered, pecking her lips once. “Anything for the woman of my life.” He stated with so much love and devotion in his eyes that Betty swore he fell in love with him all over again in that moment. “Just please, try to act surprised on the actual day, okay? Polly and I had a bet on whether or not I’ll crack and spill everything to you and I really don’t wanna face the life-long mockery of your sister.” He admitted in all seriousness and Betty laughed, head thrown back in joy, before promising him that and many more inside the heated kisses that followed.

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Your elbows were propped on the table, fingers pressed against your temple as your right leg bounced up and down, brows furrowed in concentration. You kept mumbling to yourself ingredients to a potion, your concentration drifting away every time laughter erupted from a group of what seemed to be second years sitting in a corner.

You were at the library trying to revise for your upcoming N.E.W.T. exam in Potions and it was going well till those disruptive kids appeared.

“Powdered root of Asphodel, Wormwood, Valerian Spri-”

“Thats bloody hilarious!”

Your hands clenched into tight fists, knuckles turning white as you slammed them down on the table and abruptly stood up to make your way over to the group. If Madam Pince wasn’t going to resolve this issue then you were.

All you wanted was peace and quiet but it appeared that no matter where you went to revise, distractions always followed you.

“Whoa! Who are you going to kill?” 

Speaking of distractions.

“I’m not going to kill anyone.” You huffed.

“Really? Because your eyes scream murder.” He commented.

You stared at the luxuriant ebony-haired boy, another huff escaping your lips as you ignored his comment. “What are you doing here?” You questioned.

“What? Am I not the type to be found at a library, finding a solid good book to read?”

“You and reading don’t really go hand in hand.” The tone of your voice hinted irritation.  

“Ouch.” He feigned, placing a hand over his chest. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. I’m fine.” You lied, your eyes flickering over to the group that erupted into another fit of laughter, your hands clenching against your sides.

Sirius raised an eyebrow at you, silence consuming him for a moment as he didn’t want to press any buttons that would cause you to become more irritated than what you already are, so he studied the look on your face in hopes to find evidence about what’s bugging you. The dark bags under your eyes gave away how restless you’ve been, the pale color that covered your usually rosy lips hinted insufficient fluid consumption, and the sight of your unkempt hair showed that you’ve been far too distracted with something that you were neglecting your appearance. And he knew the reason why had to be that you’ve been relentlessly revising for the exams that were quickly approaching.

“Y/N, baby. I think you should take a break.” He said softly, reaching for one of your hands.

You shook your head, biting at your bottom lip. “No. I can’t rest until I take the exam, Sirius.”

“C'mon you’ve been revising all week. A little break won’t hurt, love. We can sneak out and go out to eat or do whatever you want. It’ll be fun.” He tried to persuade but you shook your head again. “Listen Sirius, I’m fine and just need to study, alright? Please just leave me alone. That’s what I want. Peace and quiet with no distractions.” You explained.

“But-”

“No buts, Sirius. You don’t understand. I need to study and you’re not helping. You’ll only be distracting me so please go.” You requested as the edges of your lips twitched into a frown, your eyes closing when he leaned forward to place a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“If that’s what you really want.” He mumbled against your skin. “I’m here for you, you know that right?” His hands squeezed yours, his soften eyes fixed on you.

You nodded but stayed silent, a sigh escaping your lips once you watched him eventually walk away from you. You were angry at yourself for responding to him that way, but you knew that revising was far more important at the moment, especially since having received that Howler not too long ago.

“Y/F/N, your father and I have heard a rumor that you blew up your cauldron in class recently. That indicates that you have made a mistake and such things are not tolerated in this household. You should be ashamed! You’re the Head Girl and a top student! You come from a lineage of Ravenclaws and to make such an empty-headed mistake brings dishonor to this family. It will be in your best interest to maintain top marks in your N.E.W.T.s. or else.”

Your mothers words constantly replayed itself in your head and you knew that if anyone would’ve overheard the Howler, they would have laughed at how your mother was plainly overreacting and you would’ve agreed with them. She was overreacting but she never played around when it came to your academics. That’s why you’ve been pushing yourself past your limit these days, you had to achieve top marks. You feared that wouldn’t be the case with your Potions class though. You had always struggled a bit with the class, not being a natural potion maker like one of your friends from Gryffindor. You tend to mix up the ingredients and never actually had the patience to brew the thing.

You had came to a decision the next day that you were going to skip your classes the entire day, spending your time and attention on revising and memorizing the potions you needed to know instead. It was your absence that caused Sirius to worry even more. That following morning after having found you in the library, he didn’t see you in the Great Hall where you usually sat with your friends and throughout the day you never showed up at your usual meet up spots nor in the classes the two of you shared together. He was worried for you and began to ask around if anyone knew your whereabouts but no one could give him an accurate answer because they were just as clueless.

“B-Bowtruckle.” You managed to spit out, the Fat Lady eyeing you for a moment before opening up the entrance to the Gryffindor’s Common Room. You managed to walk through the entrance without falling, the grasp you had on the bottle of Firewhisky tightening. “Sirius?” You slurred, eyebrows knitting together as you tried to get a good look of the boy who was slumped in one of the couches.

Sirius head swiftly turned to look at you, his eyes widening as he practically flew off the couch and was by your side in seconds. “Have you been drinking?” He questioned, his voice trailing off when he caught site of the bottle held tightly in one of your hands.

“No.” You lied.

“I can see the bottle, Y/N/N.”

“What bottle?” You grinned cheekily at him, moving your hand behind your back.

“Give it to me.”

“No.”

“Give it.”

“No.”

He tried to reach behind your back but you quickly moved, stumbling a bit in the process. “Don’t be stubborn and give me the bottle. I can practically smell the alcohol on you.” He pointed out, grabbing a tight hold of you as his free hand reached for the bottle once more, managing to be successful this time.

“Boo! You’re no fun.” You stuck your tongue at him, crossing your arms against your chest in defiance as you refused to let him drag you to the couch.

“Why are you drinking, love? Especially at this time of night?” He asked.

“Well, why are you up so late?” You questioned.

“Because I was hoping you’d show up with an explanation to why you’ve disappeared all day without telling me or anyone in fact.” He answered.

The only thing your mind was able to grasp though was the Howler your mother had sent, your lips beginning to tremble as your eyes started watering.“I’m so dumb!” You cried, falling to the floor. Sirius couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh, the small smile etched on his lips soon disappearing when he noticed the tears that started to stream down your cheeks. “Ssh baby, don’t cry. You’re not dumb.” He assured, dropping the bottle before sitting down beside you and trying to wipe the tears but you gently swatted his hand away.

Your body was sprawled across the floor, eyes lazily staring up at the common room ceiling, “Yes I am!” You declared. “I’m terrible at potions! I blew up t-that cauldron last week, remember?” Your words were slurred but still understandable.

“Yes, but that doesn’t make you dumb.” He tried to reason.

“Yes it does!” You hiccuped, your arms flailing around as you tried to use proper hand gestures. “It’s a mistake! I made a mistake and in my family that i-isn’t acceptable! I’m in Ravenclaw we’re s-supposed to be the smart ones and I’m terrible at Potions so I’m going to fail my exam and my family will d-disown me and i’ll be homeless and eat sewer rats for the rest of my life because I won’t find a job! That’s why i’ve been studying for that final all day. And oh merlin! I was so rude to you yesterday at the library. I’m such a terrible person! All you wanted to do was help and I’m so sorry! I needed to be alone and to study in peace. I don’t want to be a disappointment.”

Sirius stared at you with wide eyes, not being able to stop himself from smiling at the way you overdramatized part of your reasons. It was clear to him now on why you didn’t show up to class today. You were overly stressed about the exams that were quickly approaching.

“Stop it! You’re laughing at me.” You accused, covering your face with your hands. “I came here to find and talk to you and apologize for being such a mean girlfriend, but you’re laughing at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you, love. I swear. And you’re not some terrible girlfriend. You’re just stressed and I think you’re overreacting a tad bit.”

“No I’m not!”

“Yes you are and do you know why?” He questioned.

“Why?” You whispered, peeping through your fingers so you could look at him.

“Because you’re the smartest girl I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. And don’t say you’re not because you are.” He went on. “So what if you blew up some cauldrons? Peter has blown up twice as many I bet. And if your family is going to disown you because of that then screw them. And that’s coming from the original family disappointment here.” He laughed. “You’re not perfect, Y/N, no one is. So it’s okay if you struggle with a class, trust me. That doesn’t make you any less intelligent. I also don’t think that just because you’re not able to brew up a potion properly it will land you on the streets and cause you to eat sewer rats. Besides, I wouldn’t let that happen.”

You sat up swiftly, elbows propping up on the floor as you felt the blood rushing to your head, causing your vision to blur a bit. “Do you mean that?” You whispered, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

“Every word.” He smiled. “You’re going to do just fine. And besides, if you do end up living in the streets and eating rats then I know the perfect spell that’ll make it taste better.”

You let out out a laugh, your lips curving up into a smile. “Oh Sirius Black! I love you so much!” You exclaimed, throwing yourself on top of him, your arms wrapping around him as the two of you fell back.

“I love you too, princess. Just remember to take it easy and find some time to give yourself a break.” He murmured, his voice softly spoken as he massaged deep circles onto your back. “And don’t try to live up to some ridiculously high expectations. Like i’ve mentioned, It’s not worth it and it doesn’t make you any less intelligent.”

“What would I do without you?” You mused into his chest, the both of you nonverbally deciding to stay on the common room floor for the rest of the night.

“Dunno, love. Maybe eat sewer rats?”

Distance

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Hi again! I was reading The Universe of  Us by Lang Leav and it sorta gave me the feels and then the feels gave me an idea, so basically here the idea is??? Everything I do is so cheesy lolol, I’m really and truly sorry???? Also, I wrote this in about half and hour, so it’s totally not the best?? Sorry about that as well?????


Distance

By Lang Leav


It was all I wanted for the longest time-to open my eyes and see you there. To stretch out my hand and touch the soft, yielding warmth of your skin. But now I have learned the secret of distance. Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity.


    Tom’s pillow was wet when she curled up on his side of the bed the night before to fall asleep, and it was still saturated when she blinked her eyes open when she awoke.

Her day had been awful. First, her alarms didn’t go off so she was late to her first class and received a harsh scolding in front of all her peers, then, when she went to grab a coffee, she realized that she had forgotten her wallet. To make matters worse, when she was driving home from school, her car decided that it was appropriate to break down in the middle of the street, before she even had time to pull over. Worst of all, she missed Tom so much that her entire body ached for him.

She was unable to focus on any of her lessons that day because her mind was consumed by thoughts of Tom. She missed the way he said good morning, she missed the way he made her tea, she craved the soft kisses he would give her practically every five minutes.

Tom had given her a key to his apartment and as soon as her car was deemed alright to drive, she rushed over to his place. She knew that he wasn’t there, but being surrounded by all of his things would make her feel closer to him, or so she thought.

As she dropped down into his bed, she lay on the side he always slept on, and glanced around the room. Her eyes watered as she took in the comics and books placed haphazardly on his bedside table, and at the laundry he had failed to do, and at the sweatshirt that he had thrown messily onto the floor. She bit down hard on her bottom lip and sucked in a massive breathe in a lame attempt to stop herself from breaking down.

She knew what she was getting into when she agreed to enter a relationship with Tom. He wouldn’t always be there, and she would never hold that against him, it’s just that she couldn’t think of anything more comforting than to simply collapse in his arms and to allow him to kiss her tears away one by one. She couldn’t even bring herself to call him up, or to send him a text complaining about her day, because he knew that he was most likely having an amazing time with Harrison and she wouldn’t want to ruin that by making him feel guilty for being gone.

So, instead, she cried herself to sleep, wrapped tightly in Tom’s warm blankets.

Tom was confused when she hadn’t messaged him. They always spoke. They would always be texting, and he would usually call two to three times day, just to hear her laugh over the phone. When he said something particularly cheeky, he could practically feel her blush and she would stutter out a response. In fact, Tom had barely spoken to her all day, which was bizarre and he was beginning to panic.

Was she okay? Was she done? Did something happen? Should he call her best friend? Maybe her Mom? Should he call anyone?

As he glared at his cell phone, Harrison hopped over the back of the couch he was sitting on and clapped him on the back. “Alright man, what’s going on? You’ve been scowling at your phone for a good fifteen minutes.”

Tom barely glanced at Harrison before going back to staring his phone down. “She hasn’t messaged me.” Tom grunted out in response to Harrison’s inquiry. “She sent me, like, maybe five texts yesterday and we didn’t even speak on the phone.”

“Maybe she’s just busy with school work?” Harrison offered.

“She’s not, she already finished her midterms and her next essay isn’t due until May 2nd.” Tom brought his hands up to his temples and shut his eyes. “I don’t know what’s up, we always talk. You know that we always talk.”

“Call her, mate. You’re being ridiculous. I’m sure it’s not that deep, she probably had a late night, or her phone died. Call her now and stop looking so sad. It’s bumming me out.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right, yeah. I’ll call her up right now.” Tom snatched his phone up off of the couch and paced back to his room, already dialing her phone number.

She blinked, rolling onto her side to examine her phone. Her screen was brightly lit and Tom’s I.D. was flashing up at her. She held her phone in her hands and took a second to center herself. Breathing in deeply, she answered the phone as happily as she could.

“Hi,” She could barely croak out before a strangled sob escaped her throat.

“Darling, darling, what’s the matter? What’s wrong, have I done something? Has anyone else done something?” Tom started to panic, pacing across his room. His mind was overcome with a multitude of bad situations his girlfriend could be encountering.

“It’s honestly nothing,” she stated in a small, scratchy voice. “It’s truly fine, I’m just being dramatic. It’s nothing, how’re you?” She asked, her voice breaking again.

“No, sweetheart, it obviously is something quite large, tell me what’s the matter.” Tom bit at his nails.

“Ugh, I’m such a baby, this is literally so humiliating,” She took a deep, shuddering breath once more, “Yesterday was just horrendous and I miss you. You’re so far away, and I’m being childish but I just, I just miss you.”

Tom stopped short. His mouth fell open, and then shut. “Darling,” was literally all he could get out before she began to sniffle.

“I’m really sorry, I know how dumb this is.”

Tom could tell that she really did feel terrible for her tears, and he felt even worse for not being there to wipe them away. “You are not being dumb, don’t even say that. You’re the smartest person I know.” He heard her snort and he rolled his eyes and smiled. “Darling, I miss you all the time, every second, especially when I’m in bed,” Tom stated, hoping to get a giggle out of her.

“Shut up, Tom,” She choked a laugh into the phone.

“You know, yesterday, I went to Barnes and Noble and just sat in the corner. Literally, didn’t even grab a book, a coffee, or go on my phone. I just stared at the bookshelves and picked out all the books that you’ve read and all the books you go on and on about wanting to read. I sat there for so long that an employee threatened to kick me out if I didn’t purchase something from their store. I miss you all the time too. I love you, darling, and I’m sorry that I’m away. I wish I could take you with me, but you’re getting your education right now, and that’s much more important than me. Let’s facetime later, yeah, so I can see your lovely face again?”

“I don’t wanna go to class, I wanna facetime now.” She pouted, sniffling one last time.

“Absolutely not. You’re going to go to class, and once you’ve come home, you’re going to tell me everything you learned and we’ll have a skype dinner date. Is that okay, love?”

Rubbing her eyes tiredly, she agreed. “Goodbye, Tom.” She murmured, cradling her phone to her ear.

“Bye-bye, darling. I love you and don’t be late for your class.”

“Love you back.” She whispered into the phone.

After the phone call was over, she laid back down, and smiled up at the ceiling. Reaching down, she grabbed Tom’s dirty sweatshirt and pulled it over her head and began to prepare for class.

For @princemagnusbane. Happy Birthday love, and I hope you have a wonderful day and a just as amazing year.

Having to transport a rogue warlock to Idris hadn’t been his idea of an ideal end to the party. His idea had had more to do with fireworks and a demolition of the rune sculpture.

But as was expected, after Iris had been sent off, Clary and Simon left and Jace had gone away shortly afterward. Isabelle had wandered off with Alec and Maryse was nowhere to be found.

Thoughts of Alec brought to mind thoughts of the ledge and he found himself instinctively heading back to the scene of the crime. He pushed open the door, caught sight of the vast sky, the damn ledge and Maryse Lightwood, fingers knuckled on that same ledge, hunched slightly forward as she stared down at the ground.

“You take that leap and I can’t guarantee that I will act as fast to save you,” Magnus drawled.

Maryse twirled around, her unbound hair whipping around her face. She looked furious, but her eyes… he knew that look, had had that look on his own face too many times to count.

He sighed, thinking of his party theme.

Robert Lightwood, you cheating lying bastard.

“He’s not worth it you know,” he said conversationally. “No man who cheats is worth it.”

“And what do you know about a man cheating on you?” Maryse sneered. She left the words unsaid but he knew what she was thinking. That men like Magnus did the cheating and were not the ones cheated on.

If only she knew.

Magnus cocked his head and stared at her. Taking note of the sad eyes and the proud tilt of her chin. The way she stared straight at him, body tensing as she pulled her armor around herself. In that moment, she looked the exact replica of her children. Showed that they definitely got everything they are from her. Not from Robert. No. Their strength and conviction they got from Maryse Lightwood.

“More than you know. Centuries of living leaves room for centuries of heartache and heartbreak and loss,” Magnus murmured, eyes staring into the distance, unaware of the bright lights of the city at his feet. He stared ahead, seeing only faces and names, of lovers too numerous for some to count, he knew them all though. Remembered everyone of them. Lovers he’d once loved and had thought they loved him right back.

He’d been wrong.

He sighed and looked back at Maryse who was studying him with a contemplative expression on her face, lips pursed and eyes just a tad bit narrowed.

He gave a little bow in her direction and made to walk away, pulling to a stop at her softly whispered words.

“Thank you Magnus.”

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Rhaegar x Stark!Reader...

Word Count: 1,864

Warning: None

((I hope you like it anon!))

You knew the moment the crowned prince offered you the crown and gave you the title as “Queen of Love and Beauty” over his wife that this wasn’t just a harmless action. The way his purple indigo eyes watched you as you took the crown from the tip of his lance and placed it on your head…it scared you. The way he watched you even as everyone in attendance remained seated, all watching with eyes wide and full of shock, confusion, and a few of outrage. This wasn’t something you and your twin sister, Lyanna, would be gushing about later in your tent.

At least it wasn’t Lyanna. You couldn’t help but think as your brothers, Brandon and Ned, pulled you from the stands and back toward where the tents of the North had been set up among those of the Stormlands and the Vale.

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Cause You're My Favorite Hue

All Parts: {x}

Part: 1/?

Pairing: Jamilton

Inspiration: this drawing and this song

Summary: Black and white was all anyone saw until they touched their soulmate. For some people, color quickly rushed into the world and for others, all they ever saw was black and white. Two businessmen, who absolutely hated each other, managed to bump into each other on their way up to their office. Little did either know that their world would erupt in a staccato of color.

Warning: Cussing, taunts

Word Count: 3,415

Dedication: @halpdevon because she was hype for this AU and @exadorlion for the inspiration

A/N: Okay, so y'all might need to buckle up bc this is gonna be a rather long series. I hope you guys like it!!


The world was black and white and that couldn’t be helped. Every waking day was viewed in various shades of grey, black, and white. And though it seemed rather boring, Alexander dealt with it. He had a loving wife, beautiful children, and a great job as a CFO for a world renowned publishing company. Things seemed great.

However, Alexander always wondered what the world would look like in color.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved his life, but just the thought of seeing the world as it really was would’ve been amazing.

Well, that was if the seemingly mythical stories about seeing in color were true.

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“It wasn’t just one person that you ruined, but three”-JA

Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

Note: I know this is the first time in a long time since I’ve posted and I’m really sorry. But my GCSE’s start next week and I’m kins freaking out. Also I know i have Dan Howell and Phil Lester requests to do, but please bear with me. I was also having Jeff feels and wanted to write this, hope you like it!!

Imagine: When finding out what really happend the night of the crash, you end up losing control and telling everyone yours and Jeff’s newest and happiest secret

Pairing: Jeff x Reader

Word Count: 1979

Warning: lots of talk about Jeffs death and the car accident

“Y/N, it was the first day that you walked into school without him by your side. That’s when it really it me, the true consequences of that night. You see I thought Sheri had called the police, I thought that it was all alright and sorted, I thought everything was OK. But what I didn’t think about is the loss you have suffered, and that will stay with me for the rest of my life. Well, I guess, my short life.” Hannah’s voice echoed through your ears

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Papa (Jikook)

Little fingers that were wrapped around his thumb, Jungkook remembers distinctly the day he had first seen his daughter.

His first instinct was to freeze right at the spot just staring at Jimin who was much braver and made his way to the nurse holding the baby and taking her into his arms.

“Hey, baby girl,” Jimin said looking at the baby.

Jungkook was still unable to move just staring at Jimin.

Jimin looked up at Jungkook.

“You wanna hold her?”

Jungkook nodded in less than a second. He had wanted this so bad as he saw Jimin make his way to him and then handing her to him.

Jungkook held her like she was made of glass. He was scared he would hurt her in some way. She was so fragile, so small fast asleep, her eyes tight shut and her little fingers curled up into a fist.

Jungkook felt a surge of emotions he had never felt before.

He was happy as he could feel tears well up in his eyes.

“Hey baby,” he said. “I am your papa”

Next, to him, Jimin cracked a smile looking at them fondly.

“She is our daughter, Jimin,” Jungkook said in a way that he couldn’t believe his own words.

Jimin nodded tearing up.

“Yeah she is our little girl,” he said.

Jungkook looked back at the sleeping girl and smiled as he let Jimin take her away and cradling her into his arms.

He stood close by watching her sleep as he held her little hand and then pressed a swift kiss.

“Papa loves you so much,”

The baby didn’t react at all expect for grabbing one of Jungkook’s fingers in between her fist and Jungkook looked at Jimin who was tearing up again and he looked back at the little girl sleeping soundly her hand still around Jungkook’s finger.

At that time Jungkook was sure this was the best moment of his life.




Jungkook remembers all the sleepless night they had when Jieun would cry the whole night and they would have no idea why.

Jimin would try his best to stop her from crying as he would walk around the room rocking her to sleep.

It almost always worked and Jieun would be asleep in the next hour or so leaving a sleep-deprived Jimin who would be very cranky the next morning until Jungkook would get him his cup of coffee.

But they both knew they could do nothing about it as Jieun would fall asleep only when she was held by Jimin.

She would start crying the moment Jungkook tried to rock her to sleep. So now he had stopped trying and instead just watched his husband do it.

Jungkook couldn’t help but feel like he wasn’t being a good father to Jieun. She always preferred her dad over her papa. Jimin rocked her to sleep, fed her and dressed her every day and when Jungkook so much as even tried to do anything it would only resulting in crying forcing Jimin to take her away from Jungkook.

In fact, Jieun seemed more comfortable around Seokjin as he was the only person Jimin allowed to hold Jieun. Jimin simply didn’t trust Taehyung and Hoseok with a baby. And for Namjoon and Yoongi they were content in watching from a distance. She would climb on Seokjin’s lap and let him hold her.

Despite Jimin’s reassurances, Jungkook felt he couldn’t connect with his daughter.

“She is only nine months old, Kookie,” Jimin said when Jungkook had confessed what he had felt. “I am sure she will be more comfortable when she grows up”

Jungkook just nodded sighing.

“Don’t worry, okay?” Jimin said as he pressed a kiss on Jungkook’s forehead.

Jungkook nodded.

Just then he heard a crying voice. It was Jieun.

“I’ll be right back,” Jimin said as he left and came back with Jieun who had now stopped crying and was holding a rattle in her hand almost smiling at Jimin.

“She was crying because she dropped her rattle,” Jimin said as he kissed her on the cheek.

Jungkook nodded smiling. All he wanted was to hold his daughter.

That night Jieun was crying again and had been doing it for over an hour. Jungkook had long given tried to sleeping as he saw Jimin walking in the room patting her back and rock her.

“Jungkook,” Jimin said. “She won’t stop

Jimin sounded weary and he looked really tired too with bags under his eyes. It was 1 am already and they were supposed to wake around 7. They hardly got any sleep.

“You gave her the toys?” Jungkook asked.

“Yes,” he said. “She still won’t stop crying”

Jimin bit his lip. He sounded worried.

“Kookie-yah what if she is sick?”

“No, no Jimin, she is probably not feeling sleep yet,” he said. Jieun slept a lot during the day.

Jungkook at least hoped that was the case. He remembers when Jieun had a developed a fever overnight and how much Jimin had freaked out. Crying his eyes out as he was that worried despite Jungkook assuring him that their daughter would be fine.

Jimin had stayed home for the next two days just to take care of Jieun.

Lost in his thoughts he noticed Jimin had already started tearing up. He always was very sensitive especially when it came to Jieun.

“Jungkook, I think we should call the doctor,” he said.

“Is she running a fever?” Jungkook asked.

“No, her body temperature is fine but what if she is in pain or something?” he asked. “Just call the doctor”

Jungkook nodded getting up as Jimin kept on rocking Jieun who was crying even more now.

“Take my phone, I have the doctor’s number,” Jimin said.

Jungkook nodded taking Jimin’s phone from the nightstand and looked at the doctor’s number as Jimin watched with a worried expression.

The phone kept ringing but no one picked. Jungkook tried again. There was still no response. Jungkook kept calling the doctor but he gave up the 15th time there was no response.

“He is not picking up,” he said.

“What are we gonna do now?” Jimin said more to himself.

He was full blown crying now.

“Should we look for some doctor who is open?” Jungkook asked.

“That’s our only option I guess,” Jimin said.

Jungkook hugged Jimin.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he said.

Jimin nodded as Jungkook kissed his forehead.

“It’s cold outside,” Jimin said. “I’ll get Jieun’s winter clothes from the other room”

Jungkook nodded.

“Give her to me,”

“Are you…”

“Yes,” Jungkook said.

Jimin carefully handed Jungkook Jieun who was wailing even more loudly now. Jimin bit his lip but left the room immediately to get Jieun’s clothes.

Jungkook stood holding Jieun awkwardly trying to rock her to sleep as she cried.

And Jungkook didn’t know why but for some reason he began singing to Jieun. It was a little song that he had written for Jimin back in their high school days to woo him. It had worked well at least on Jimin considering they were married now.

And it seemed to work on Jieun too as her cries were much quieter. She was listening to Jungkook’s song while looking at him with her wide innocent eyes, her little fists clutching Jungkook’s shirt. She had now stopped crying.

Jungkook was shocked and stopped singing and then Jieun’s face had turned into a frown and Jungkook immediately began singing again and then he saw Jieun actually smiling and it made Jungkook feel all kinds of happiness as never before his daughter had ever smiled when she was in his arms.

Jungkook smiled a little and continued singing when Jimin came into the room holding Jieun’s clothes.

“Is she not crying anymore?” Jimin asked.

Jungkook shook his head no as he kept on singing and rocking her. His daughter whose head was now rested on his chest, her eyelids were heavy from sleep.

In a few minutes, Jieun was fast asleep on Jungkook’s chest and Jungkook didn’t have the heart to let her go as he watched her in awe.

“How did you get her to sleep?” Jimin asked.

“I sang to her,” Jungkook answered.

Jimin smiled a little.

“Come on I’ll put her in her cot,”

Jungkook nodded hesitantly letting Jieun go as Jimin made her sleep in the cot before letting out a big yawn.

“You should get some sleep Jiminie,” Jungkook said.

Jimin nodded rubbing his eyes before smiling at Jungkook.

“See she let you hold her,” he said. “She loves you”

“Yeah,” Jungkook said fondly.

“And I love you too,”

“I love you too,” Jungkook said kissing Jimin. “Now let’s get some sleep”

Jimin nodded as they both got in their bed and Jungkook threw his hand around Jimin’s waist and pulled him closer before pressing a little kiss on the nape of his neck.

In a few minutes, he could already hear Jimin’s light snores and all he could think about how lucky he had gotten in life.

He had a husband like Jimin and they had a daughter together. Jungkook felt like he was quite honestly the luckiest man in the world for having a perfect little family.

With that thought in his mind, he fell asleep smiling to himself.

Over the course of the next few days, it had become routine for Jungkook to sing for Jieun at bedtime. She would only fall asleep when it was Jungkook rocking her while singing to her.

Jungkook loved the fact that he was the only one who could put Jieun sleep. He would smile to himself as he saw Jieun falling asleep midway to the song her little fists balled up. He would put her in her crib.

He loved that he could bond with his daughter because throughout the whole day Jieun still clung onto Jimin for him to feed her and bathe her.

But at night she only slept at the sound of Jungkook’s voice singing to her.




Jieun’s first birthday was a very joyous affair for the Jeon family.

Seokjin had shown up to help Jimin cook for the party guests who were mostly their co-workers and neighbors. Hoseok and Taehyung were in charge of the decorations while Yoongi and Namjoon mostly just sat on the sofa only to be yelled at by Seokjin to move their asses and do something so they decided to help with the decorations while Jungkook was in the kitchen icing the cake for Jimin as he had gone to dress Jieun.

At about 5 pm everyone started coming in with gifts and both Jungkook and Jimin’s parents showed up too eager to see the birthday girl.

Jimin came out of their room holding Jieun who was dressed in a long pink frilly frock and wearing a crown clutching Jimin’s shirt as she stared around at the unfamiliar faces of everyone.

Jimin’s mom took her in her arms and she was surprisingly calm and she didn’t shed a single tear when she handed Jieun to Jungkook’s parents who began playing with the little girl and she was even smiling at them.

Soon it was time to cut the cake that Seokjin brought out and set on the table. Yoongi lit the candle and everyone began singing Happy Birthday as Jieun watched with big curious eyes and Jimin blew the candle for Jieun and then both of them cut the cake together while holding Jieun’s hand and everyone burst out clapping and Jimin kissed Jieun.

Jimin handed Jieun to Jungkook and both he and Seokjin went to the kitchen to get the food and Jungkook made his way to everyone to say hi and introduce Jieun who was seemingly nervous and immediately buried her head in Jungkook’s chest when any stranger tried to get her in their arms and Jungkook gently patted her back whispering a song in her ear and she calmed down almost immediately.

The food was a hit among everyone and Jieun had fallen asleep after Jungkook singing to her and Jimin took her into the room and put her in the crib and he returned to interact with the guests and receive their gifts. Two hours later everyone finally left including both of their parents. Seokjin and Namjoon were the last to leave as they both helped them to clean up.

Jimin was particularly grateful as he sat back on the couch sighing in exhaustion.

“You must be tired,” Jungkook said.

“Very,”

“Come on now I’ll carry you to bed,”

“No need…”

But Jungkook had already lifted up Jimin and was carrying him to their bedroom making Jimin laugh when he finally put him down.

“God you’re cheesy,” Jimin said making Jungkook smile as he leaned in and kissed Jimin his hands holding Jimin’s in an almost firm grip and Jimin opened his mouth letting Jungkook explore his mouth with his tongue and they were interrupted by a loud cry from Jieun.

“I’ll be right back,” Jimin said breaking away as he stood up and went to the bedroom and returned a few minutes later.

“She just cried for no reason,” Jimin said as he sat back on the bed. “Kids can be so exhausting sometimes”

‘She is already one,” Jungkook sighed. “She’ll be off to school in no time”

“Yeah,”

“And then middle school,” Jungkook said. “Then high school”

“That’s a long time,”

“She’ll have a boyfriend,” Jungkook said with a shudder. “Can you even imagine that?”

“Kookie she is still only one,”

“I won’t let her date some random guy and he would have to be approved by me,”

“Kookie…”

“I can’t imagine someone hurting my little girl’s heart. I’ll make sure that anyone who dares to hurt her pays a price,”

“Jungkook, you are being a little ridiculous now,” Jimin said amused by his husband’s thoughts.

“I don’t want her to grow up Jiminie,” he said. “I want her to stay little forever”

‘That’s not possible…,”

“She is growing up too fast,” Jungkook said suddenly emotional.

Jimin hugged him gently patting his back.

“I know how you feel Kookie but trust me you’ll cope,”

Jungkook nodded.

“Come on let’s sleep now,”

Jimin got up and turned off the lamp before climbing on the bed with Jungkook who cuddled up closer to him and they fell asleep.




If there is anything that made Jungkook tear up the most it was the day Jieun had spoken her first words.

It was a Sunday afternoon and both Jimin and Jungkook were seated on their living room floor watching Jieun building blocks and then sweeping them down again and being particularly gleeful about it as she clapped her hands and laughed.

This was the tenth time she was doing this as she put blocks upon blocks and then kicked it watching it fall on the ground and laughing again.

She looked at her fathers and both of them clapped making her even happier as she started doing it again her tongue out in concentration placing one block over the other very carefully until it was tall enough and this time she made a sweeping motion and send the blocks flying down in different directions of the room and that made her, even more, happier as she let out a particular loud yelp and clapped her hands and Jungkook’s heart melted.

“Jieun,” he said. “Come to papa”

Jieun turned around to look at Jungkook with big curious eyes as Jungkook called her again.

“Jieun, come to papa,”

Jieun was silently watching Jungkook and then smiled.

“Come to papa,” Jungkook said.

“Papa,” Jieun said.

Both Jungkook and Jimin froze looking at each other and then back at Jieun.

“Jieun honey say papa again,” Jimin said.

“Papa,” she repeated.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook said his hands covering his face. “She said, papa”

“Papa,”

Jimin had begun to tear up and Jungkook grabbed his phone and pressed record.

“Honey say, papa,”

“Papa,” she said laughing and Jungkook sent the clip to everyone he knew typing that his daughter has finally started to talk.

Jimin was still shocked as he took Jieun into his arms.

“See honey that’s your Papa,” he said pointing to Jungkook.

“Papa,” she said again and Jungkook teared up too as he kissed Jieun.

“Pap loves you so much,” he said and Jimin smiled kissing her too.

It was the best day for them.




Before becoming a father Jungkook always thought parents were annoying and often times a little too invested in their baby’s lives but he watched himself turn into one of them as everything Jieun did was so exciting for him.

He remembered the time Jieun wanted to eat just like the way her dads did and grabbed her spoon off of Jimin’s hands and began eating of course half of it was on her clothes and the other around her face and just a little of it went in her mouth but Jungkook was recording it so proudly as he watched her daughter trying to feed herself and Jimin laughed before intervening because she was getting her food into her hair too and Jungkook was overcome with emotion over something as small as her daughter trying to eat all by herself.

“You did good Jieun,” he said kissing her head.

“Papa,” she said clapping her hands making Jimin laugh and Jungkook kissed her again.

He particularly remembers the time Jieun had been 2 and tried dressing in a dress without Jimin’s help and she somehow managed to before Jimin zipped it up and she danced with happiness leaning in to kiss Jimin.

“Thank you daddy,” she said as Jimin kissed her little nose and of course Jungkook was recording all of it a light smile on his lips because it was only at times like this when he realized how blessed he was to have his little family and he felt like he was the happiest man on earth.




Jimin and Jungkook’s friends or as Jieun liked to call them ‘Hyungs’ (just because Jungkook did too) managed to spoil her rotten.

Whenever Jieun was with Taehyung he got her every candy she ever wanted, she just had to point to it and Taehyung would buy it all for his little niece because he couldn’t resist those big brown eyes much to Jimin’s dismay.

“Jiminie,” Taehyung would say. “She is a kid let her have candy”

And there was Hoseok who believed he had the best taste when it came to baby fashion and Jungkook was convinced that he would buy whole racks of clothes if he wasn’t stopped by someone because he loved to see Jieun dress up in various outfits and take pictures of her.

They didn’t even have so much space for the clothes that Hoseok would get Jieun.

Jieun’s favorite was, however, Yoongi because he made the silliest faces to her and she would keep laughing at him as he stuck out his tongue or made weird noises. She never wanted to leave Yoongi’s side and Yoongi was more than happy to entertain the little child. That was the only time he let himself loose and be immature.

Namjoon and Jin liked Jieun and treated her like their own daughter and now that Jieun had grown up a bit Namjoon was over his fear of dropping her and would usually hold her and play with her.

“Someday I hope we can have a daughter like her,” Jungkook heard Jin say. “Or a son I don’t mind”

“Yeah,” Namjoon simply said but he looked horrified and Jungkook understood because he had the same reaction when Jimin had brought up adopting a kid but now he couldn’t imagine a life without his daughter Jieun.

She was the most precious thing to him in the world.




Somewhere between the diapers and the first words and all that crying all night Jieun grew up. It was surreal because Jungkook remembers the day he first held her as vividly as if he had happened just yesterday and now it was time for her to start school and Jungkook was nervous as he stared at the ceiling not being able to sleep.

“You okay?” Jimin asked as he lied down on Jungkook’s chest.

“Yeah,”

“You’re not, I can tell,”

Jungkook sighed.

“I am worried,”

“What is it?” Jimin asked.

“Jieun is starting her school tomorrow,”

“Yeah,”

“I am very nervous,”

“You know she is gonna be okay,”

“Yes, but…,”

“Kookie don’t worry okay our Jieun is a brave girl,”

Jungkook nodded.

“The other kids…,”

“She’ll be fine trust me,” Jimin said softly.

Jungkook nodded biting his lip.

“Now go to sleep we have an early start,”

Jungkook nodded kissing Jimin before they both fell asleep.

The next day was a hectic start. Jungkook was preparing a lunch of sandwiches for Jieun while Jimin dressed her in her uniform and when Jungkook finally saw her he cried because he just realized his daughter really wasn’t a baby anymore as he grabbed his camera and took some pictures.

Both Jimin and Jungkook were dropping their daughter together for her big day and as they pulled up Jungkook saw a lot of parents dropping off their kids.

“Hey honey,” Jimin said. “It’s time to go, we are gonna pick you up very soon okay and we love you”

Jungkook was looking at his daughter who had a frown on her face when she suddenly grabbed Jungkook’s hands.

“Papa will you come with me to the class?’” she asked.

Jungkook looked at Jimin before nodding with a smile.

“Of course honey,”

Jieun smiled a little as they both got out of the car and Jieun took Jungkook’s hands.

Anyone could tell that Jieun seemed the closest to Jimin. She hadn’t changed much from the time she was a baby and still needed Jimin but there were times when she only wanted her papa with her and no one else and Jungkook was grateful because they shared a special bond now.

Jieun suddenly stopped and tugged at Jungook’s hands.

“I don’t wanna go,” she said almost looking close to tears.

Jungkook kneeled down and cupped her face.

“You are brave…,”

“No no I don’t want to go to school. I want to be with you and daddy,”

“I know honey…,”

“Papa please,” Jieun said. “I don’t like the other kids they don’t like me”

That part was true as Jieun didn’t mix well with kids her age but it had nothing to do with her but instead because she had two dads.

“Honey you never know you can make a best friend in there,”

“No no, they don’t talk to me,” she said hugging Jungkook as he hugged her back and patted her.

“Jieun, did I ever tell you that never liked me when you were a baby?” Jungkook asked.

Jieun seemed intrigued enough as she wiped her tears and looked at Jungkook.

“No, I always loved you, papa,”

Jungkook laughed.

“When you were a baby you would never like to get into my arms. If I ever tried to hold you, you would start crying,”

“Really?”

Jungkook nodded.

“But then one day I sang to you and then you let me hold you,” Jungkook said.

“Oh,”

“You see people change, “Jungkook said. “It might seem that they don’t like you but they will okay?”

Jieun nodded.

“You didn’t like me but now you call me papa and hug me,” he said.

“You are my favorite,” Jieun blurted out.

“Really?” Jungkook laughed. “I always thought daddy was your favorite”

“I love daddy too but you always let me stay up late and get me ice cream,”

Jungkook laughed.

“I’ll get you ice cream today too if you go in there,”

“Rocky Road?” Jieun asked.

“Anything you want,” Jungkook smiled.

“I love you, papa,”

“I love you too Jieun,” Jungkook said as he kissed her forehead. “Now come on go in there”

Jieun nodded.

“Daddy and I will come to get you okay?”

Jieun nodded.

“Bye Jieun do well,” Jungkook said as he waved towards Jieun who was taking hesitant steps towards the class as she waved back until she was out of sight in between all the other little kids.

Jungkook smiled to himself as he walked back to their car.

Papa’s little girl had finally grown up.