happy mother's day to all you mommies. and kiss your own mother

Like Father, Like Son

Request:  Could you do a Harry x reader where they have a child around 4 or 5 and while the reader is at the store she leaves them with their kid and she comes back to Harry giving her/him a mini hook and tries to teach them to sword fight?

Warnings: Cute Daddy!Harry, lots and lots of cute Daddy!Harry

Words: 1,366

A/N: I love these sorts of fics omg I was hoping someone would request something like this! Thank you so much for requesting!


Harry Hook was a lot of things. He was psychotic. He was impulsive. He had a thirst for violence and he was well-known around the Isle for his explosive temper. He followed Uma like a puppy dog, but he was no follower. Despite all of this, he was a great boyfriend, even though others didn’t see it. You did, he just wasn’t exactly the most affectionate of boyfriends, to the point where the Harry the world saw was a cold and distant boyfriend.

So that’s why when word got around that you were pregnant with Harry Hook’s baby, the words ‘loving dad’ was not what came to mind. Most people were afraid that he’d end up hooking the kid in the middle of the night during a colic episode. It was either that or he’d just up and leave you to care for the baby yourself. 

But the Isle once again got another surprise: Harry Hook was an amazing father. Upon you going into labor, while even you thought he’d be running around like a chicken with his head cut-off, he was calm and collected, having everything ready and planned out. He knew just what to say to calm you down in your labor, and after your son was born, he did everything he could to make your life just a little easier. 

He did late night store runs. You both took turns to change diapers. He got you as many pillows as he could find on the Isle so when you nursed the baby you would be comfortable. He even saved up enough money to get a small house by the docks. “A ship is no place ta raise a baby! He could fall in the water! We’re moving. End of discussion.” He had said. 

Overall: Harry Hook was a great dad. And your son absolutely adored his father, similar to the way that Harry adored his own dad. Just about every day your son begged to follow Harry to the ship, although you just weren’t comfortable with that yet since your son was still in that overly hyper stage and he didn’t think much of the dangers of being on a pirate ship. 

“Aye, Henry, listen to ye mother. If she says no, that means no. Don’t ye argue with ‘er.” Harry would tell him, although he would never let your young son know that he agreed completely. 


One day, you realized you needed to do your weekly grocery shopping, although you really didn’t want to bring Henry along with you. You loved your son, but even you had to admit that taking a four-year-old grocery shopping was a bad idea. “Harry, baby, will you watch Henry while I go shopping?” You asked, watching as Harry looked up from the television. 

“Aye, sure, love. When do ye think ye’ll be back?” He asked. 

You thought about it for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t know, to be honest. I won’t be too long though, I’ll be back in time to fix supper.” You said, smiling as Henry ran in from his room with an old toy that Gil had gotten him, Henry jumping onto the couch next to Harry. “Henry, mommy’s going shopping. I’ll be home soon, listen to your father.” You said, smiling and going to kiss his head. 

“Bye mommy!” Henry said, kissing you on the cheek before you grabbed your things to head out. You had moved off the Isle about a year before, so you were now living in Auradon as a happy little family, which made life about a hundred times easier since you didn’t have to worry about getting robbed every time you close your eyes. 

Not long after you left, Harry went and looked out the window to make sure you were gone before looking at your son. “Aye, I got a present for ye, lad.” Harry said, going into the bedroom you both shared, your son running after him.

“A present? For me? Really daddy?” Henry said as he followed Harry, going to sit on the bed as Harry went to dig in the closet. 

“Aye, I did. But ye can’t tell yer mum about it. So this is going ta be our dirty little secret, alright Henry?” Harry said, looking back at Henry who nodded and pretended to zip his lips and throw away the key, Harry chuckling before getting a small box that was very poorly wrapped, going over to Henry and sitting down next to him. “I wanted to wait for yer birthday next month, but I figured now’s as good a time as ever,” Harry said, watching as the young child shook the box to figure out what it was. 

“What is it?” Henry asked curiously. The young boy looked up at his father and watched as he motioned to the box to tell him to open it, finally tearing open the wrapping and opening the box that was inside, screaming with joy when he saw what it was. “A hook a hook! It’s like yours, daddy!” Henry said, grabbing it and bouncing up and down.

Harry laughed at the young boy’s excitement, reaching over and patting his back. “Calm down, son! Ye’ll poke an eye out and then yer mother will have me head on a stick!” Harry laughed, watching as he swung it around as any child would. “Careful with that. Now Henry, listen to me, son.” Harry said, making the child stop to look at him. “That isn’t a toy ta play with like ye other toys, son. Ye can’t just swing it around, ye can hurt yerself or someone else.” Harry told him. 

“Then what can I do with it, daddy?” Little Henry asked as he looked up at his father. 

“Well, as of right now ye can just carry it around like what daddy does with his hook. I just don’t want ye gettin’ hurt, son…so no running while you have it in ye hand, okay? When yer a little older then we’ll see.” Harry said, just wanting to let his son know that he could seriously get hurt with that if he didn’t go about it carefully. 

Henry frowned, but gave a nod since he could tell his father was being serious. “Okay, daddy…” He said sadly, holding the hook in his hand and looking at it when Harry got an idea. 

“But, with me bein’ a pirate, I suppose I do have ta teach ye how to sword fight,” Harry said, smiling as he looked at the boy before leading him out back to play with a couple plastic swords that they had gotten him so he could play with some of his friends. 


The two of them got a little carried away, neither one of them noticing when [Y/N] arrived home from the store. “Harry?” You asked as you carried in armfuls of groceries, usually Harry being right there to help you unload the car. Upon hearing laughter from outside, you raised an eyebrow and looked out the back door, smiling some as you watched the two most important men in your life playing with plastic swords. 

Henry struck a ‘blow’ to Harry’s chest, to which Harry pretended to grip at the wound. “Oh no! Ye got me! I’m dying! Tell me girl I love her!” Harry said, causing his voice to fade as he hit the ground and pretending to die, opening one eye when you started to laugh. 

“I leave for one hour and you’re already killing each other?” You laughed, and Henry grinned as he ran over to you.

“Mommy mommy!” Henry yelled, smiling and hugging your neck when you picked him up. “Daddy got me a hook and taught me to sword fight!” Henry yelled. 

“Henry! I said that the hook was a secret.” Harry said as he got off the floor. 

“I’m not good at keeping secrets from mommy,” Henry explained, laying his head on your shoulder, to which you laughed and smoothed his dark brown hair. 

“As long as you don’t hurt anyone, I don’t mind you having a hook.” You assured them both, smiling and looking at Harry. You really did have a perfect family. 

Where’s daddy

(A/N): Literally so much angst and pain

Request: Hi ! I love your stories ! Do you think I can request a Bucky x Reader, where she has a 6yo son and he is Bucky’s but he doesn’t know ‘cause of HYDRA capturing him when she found out she was pregnant & they haven’t seen each other since, please?

Warnings: ANGST

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Originally posted by dailymarvel

    Grant Barnes ran around the park, squealing alongside all the other children. Their mothers watched them from afar, all smiling and cheering their babies on. Some of them even had fathers watching them proudly, their eyes twinkling happily and their heart full of joy. And then there was (Y/N) who was sitting on one of the benches furthest away from the playground all by herself. She had no ring on her finger, no man to kiss her cheek and call her beautiful, she had no husband and Grant Barnes had no father. Perhaps six or seven years ago he had one but that felt like a century ago, a century ago the war ended, a century ago when every woman stopped at the stations to pick up her man, when every wife presented her child to the recently returned soldier but that hadn’t been (Y/N)’s case. Rather than go and pick her lover up from the station she had sat at home, breast feeding her brand new baby boy. 

   "Momma!“ Grant yells as he approaches his mother, all smiles and giggles despite the sweltering heat of Brooklyn. "Will you come play with me?” (Y/N) smiles as she reaches out to ruffle Grant’s hair, a small, disbelieving chuckle falling from her lips. 

   “Baby, don’t you want to play with the other kids?” 

   “No mommy, I want you to come play with me,” Grant tugged on (Y/N)’s sleeve, persistent in his choice. (Y/N) chuckles as they stand up, much to Gran’ts delight as he squeals happily. 

   “What do you wanna play baby boy?”

   “I wanna play soldiers!” Grant exclaims innocently, his eyes shining with excitement. (Y/N) sighs softly as her heart aches, the memories of Bucky slowly surfacing. She had managed to keep them down, try not to dwell on the thoughts of her long lost lover but it was always inevitable- there was always something that would remind (Y/N) of Bucky. The bitter scent of coffee in the mornings, a poster for a new science convention, the smell of fresh sheets, the warmth that would surround (Y/N) every time she climbed into bed; there was always a bit of Bucky in everything, even if he never really was there. 

   “Okay, who do you wanna be?” 

   “I want to be Captain America!” Grant shouted, beaming from ear to ear. Little did Grant know that he was actually named after the man himself, (Y/N) had figured Bucky would have wanted their baby boy to have something to do with Steve and since- well, since he wasn’t around anymore the least (Y/N) could do was name her child after him. 

   “Okay Cap’n,” (Y/N) salutes their baby boy, smiling when he giggled with excitement. “Where’s our first mission?”

   “Over in Germ-Germ-Germ-” 

   “Germany?” (Y/N) suggest lightly, laughing when her son beamed at her. 

   “Yes! In Germany,” He slurred the word a bit, making his little facade even cuter. 

   “Well Cap’n, I don’t see a plane anywhere, how do you suppose we’re gonna get there?” Grant hums, stroking his chin in thought before jumping excitedly at an idea.

   “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind carrying Captain America to battle,” Grant suggest, his blue eyes shining up at (Y/N) with child like hope.

   “Captain,” (Y/N) placed a hand over her heart, sniffling softly. “It would be my honor to carry you to Germany,” And with that (Y/N) slides her arms around her baby boy, marching him across the playground and to a nearby tree or as Grant called it- Germany. Grant squealed in delight as (Y/N) made airplane noises as she all but charged for the trees, more than delighted to make their sweet baby boy happy. All the other mothers and fathers stared at (Y/N) distastefully but she didn’t care, not when Grant was laughing hysterically and having the time of his life. (Y/N) could only have wished that Bucky was here to see him…

~70 something years later~

   Bucky looked down at the file in his hands, about the life he had left behind. There were pictures of (Y/N), looking as beautiful as he remembered her but there was someone else…a little dark haired, blue eyed boy who looked like the perfect combination of Bucky and (Y/N). 

   “His name was Grant,” Fury mutters from his seat, his eyes glued to Bucky’s hands clutching the folder. “(Y/N) named him after Steve,” Bucky gulps, reaching out with a hand to run his fingers along the photographs of what should have been his wife and baby boy. “She found out she was pregnant the day you fell of the train,” Bucky sighs shakily, throwing the folder to the side as he rubs at his burning eyes. He’d left an entire life behind, he’d left behind (Y/N), the love of his life, he’d left behind his family, he’d even left behind a baby he didn’t even know he had. “It’s not too late y’know,” Fury states as he grabs the folder, tucking all the papers and photographs back into manila folder gently. “We’ve kept tabs on Grant over the years…he’s in a home Bucky,” Bucky looks up at the older man, gulping once again. “He’s losing his memory so I suggest that if you wanna meet your kid you better do it now,” 

   And that’s how Bucky ended up where he was right now, standing in front of a white haired nurse in some retirement home. 

   “I’m uh- I’m looking for a Grant Barnes?”  

   “Oh! He hasn’t had visitors in years…” 

   “Yeah uh- I’m a distant cousin, thought I’d come see him for a bit,” The nurse smiles, clutching a clipboard to her chest tightly. 

   “That’s so sweet, he’ll be glad to see you. He’s in room 303 by the way, just down the hall and to the left,’ Bucky gives the nurse a light smile and a polite thank you before he walks down the hall, stuffing his hands in his pockets. All around him the sounds of beeping machines and oxygen tanks filled the air, leaving his heart aching at the thought that his boy- his own damn child- was one of the poor sickly elders here. 

   Bucky’s feet stop abruptly in front of room 303, the door decorated brightly in pink and red hearts, each one stating something wonderful about Grant- about his son. With a shaky sigh Bucky knocked his knuckles on the door, waiting for a nurse or someone to let him in. 

   “Come in!” A sweet female voice called. Bucky gently opened the door, poking his head inside the hospital room. There were two people in the room, an elderly looking man who once looked as though he had been beautiful but age had slowly withered away that beauty and a young female, perhaps around the age of twenty, sitting directly across from the man. “Can I help you?” She asks, smiling at Bucky sweetly. 

   “Uh yeah- um, I’m here to see Grant Barnes?”

   “That’s me,” The old man smiles, gibing Bucky a small wave. “What can I do for you sonny?” God- his own child was calling him son and if that didn’t sting Bucky didn’t know what did. 

   “Um-” Bucky looks down at his hand sheepishly, biting his lip in thought. He hadn’t really thought of what he was going to say when he finally met his own flesh and blood, he thought he’d chicken out and leave before he ever even met his son but now he was here, standing right in front of him. “Was your father James Buchanan Barnes?” The elderly man loses his smile, his face taking on an ugly kind of glare. 

   “What do you want to know about my father?” Bucky sighs again, raking a hand down his face, one that looked almost like his own sons expect much, much younger. 

   “I have a little problem you see- I’m James Buchanan Barnes,” 


   Explaining his situation to his son had been hard, he was almost thrown out of the building until Bucky began to tell Grant things about his mother that no one except himself could know. From there it had been a bit choppy, his son was in shock, as was Bucky, but slowly they opened up to each other and now here they were- talking about (Y/N) as though it were the most normal thing in the world. 

   “You shoulda seen her,” Grant sighs, his eyes twinkling as he looks at the ceiling. “She was so beautiful, all my friends liked her,” Bucky chuckles, smiling so damn widely he was surprised his face didn’t bust in two. 

   “She was gorgeous,” 

  “And strong, so strong,” Grant whispers, breathing out heavily. “She got a job after you- after you died,” Grant hesitates to say the words, almost reluctant to admit that his own mother was dead. “She worked long and hard hours just to provide for me. We were poor but that never stopped her- we may have been low on money but you can bet your bottom dollar that she would find a way to make me and the neighbor kids desert,” 

   “She always was so generous,” 

   “She was the best mom anyone could ever ask for,” Grant smiles a little, a small, tender little thing that had Bucky wondering just exactly what Grant was thinking. 

   “I wish I could have been there-” Bucky sighs, his heart suddenly sinking. “I wish I could’ve seen your first steps, or heard your first words, I wish I could have seen you on your first date or watch you walk down the aisle-” 

   “That doesn’t matter now,” Grant smiles, reaching over to take Bucky’s metal hand in his own, withered one. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters to me…It’s nice to finally meet you Dad,” Bucky smiles, chuckling a bit even with the tears burning at his eyes. 

   “It’s nice to finally meet my son,”  

I'm home.

“Dude! It’s only 9 o clock, what do you mean you have to leave?! We’re just getting started” Archie Andrews threw his arms in the air dramatically, the six beers he had consumed were in full effect and he was desperately trying to convince his best friend to stay at the run down bar with Reggie Moose and himself.

Jughead tugged his worn in leather jacket over his shoulders and slid the half finished beer bottle across the bar, slapping a hand to his red headed friends shoulder

“Not tonight Buddy, I’ve gotta get home.”

Archie sighed a little too loud and slammed his shot glass back on the table
“Man, who knew you’d turn into such a dud.”

About six years ago that would have bothered Jughead, maybe he would’ve made a scene, shoved a wobbling Archie off the bar stool, or maybe he would’ve stayed just to prove a point, but at 26 years old his clearly drunk best friends words did nothing but make him laugh.

“Get home safe bud, don’t forget.. I have your car keys, you can pick them up in the morning, we’ll have breakfast” the dark haired boy tapped his pocket, he’d learned a hard lesson from his father about allowing people to drive drunk, it wasn’t something he wanted to see repeated in his best friend.

Archie turned away angrily, clearly frustrated that his “brother” wasn’t entertaining his antics, he called for Reggie and the two adults began another round of shots. Jughead took that as his cue to leave, no reason sticking around, he was tired and he hated going out, he rarely ever did but tonight was the 10 year anniversary of Fred Andrews death and it seemed like Archie could use the release.

With a heavy sigh and crack of his neck, Jughead navigated his way out of the bar, scrunching his nose as he pushed through the gray clouds of smoke and ash, stale beer and sweat filling his nose. If this is what he was missing, he was plenty happy to just stay home. Jugheads motorcycle was parked front and center, not a soul dared park next to it, it really was a beauty. An Original Harley Davidson, black chrome and high handle bars, it had been his first huge splurge when he had sold the rights to his first novel “Riverdale- a Blossom in Time” his time in the Serpents hadn’t done much but he was grateful for the older gang members who helped him learn to ride, it was an all time passion of his now, a release almost.

No one had expected Jughead to stay in Riverdale, hell, Jughead hadn’t expected himself to still be living in Riverdale. It had been carved into him since the day he was born
“Get out of Riverdale, there’s nothing here for you, people like us don’t belong in this town.”
And maybe that was true, his father had never fit in, he was a gang leader but he hated it, he lost everything to the gang and therefore would forever hate Riverdale because of it. But not Jughead.

Riverdale was his home. He loved everything about the tiny town, the deep seeded mysteries, the perfect families turned savage, he had grown up in the story that was Riverdale and it would forever be the place he called home.

Speaking of home, Jughead pulled into the drive way, stopping halfway down and walking his bike the rest of the way. Jughead Jones bike was famous in Riverdale for its obnoxiously loud noises.

By the time Jughead had parked his bike and pulled off his leather jacket, he was tiptoeing through the front door and chucking his keys in the decorative bowl right beside the shoe rack. But then he heard it, a smile instantly forming on his lips as he followed the noise.

“Mommas gonna buy you a mockingbird and if that mocking bird don’t sing, daddy’s gonna buy you a diamond ring”

There, in the soft pastel yellow nursery, was his entire world.

His wife was cradling their daughter in her arms, the soft lullaby floating through her lips as the baby slowly eased off to sleep, her bright green eyes fluttering up at her mother with complete adoration, tiny fingers clenching a piece of her moms honey blonde hair.

“Time for bed Ella. Mommy loves you more than the stars and the moon.”

Jughead couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene, she was the perfect mother, patient and attentive, Soft and warm. Everything Jughead had been missing from his own mother was played out in front of his eyes daily, and he wasn’t a horrible father, he loved his baby girl more than anything in this world. He read to her, took her to the park, changed her diapers and rocked her to sleep, there was nothing better in this world than seeing his five month old daughter laugh in unrestrained delight because of something he had done.

His wife turned around slowly after gently depositing Ella into her crib and turning on the mobile. Okay so maybe the look in her eyes when she caught side of her husband leaning casually against the door, love and happiness shining through, yeah that came in a close second.

“Hey Betts” he whispered.

Betty smiled again and grabbed his hand, tugging him out of the bedroom as he closed the door behind them.

“She go down easy?” He questioned wrapping his arms around her tiny waist.

“Mmm, she was an angel, just like every night. How was your night? How was Archie?” Her voice was filled with maternal concern over her best friend.

Jughead sighed, tilting his head back to catch her eyes
“Same as every year. He has to pick up his keys tommorow, I invited him over for breakfast.”

Betty pulled away and giggled, Jughead quirked a brow
“What’s so funny Mrs.Jones?”

Betty laughed again and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Jugheads lips before walking ahead of him

“Nothing. I’m just glad I bought enough pancake mix because I invited your dad over for breakfast tommorow too.” She looked over her shoulder towards Jughead with the most devious smile he had ever seen… damn it was sexy.

Speeding up a bit, Jughead scooped up his wife, tucking his arms under her bare legs, finally noticing she was in nothing but his flannel. Betty squealed and wrapped her arms around His neck.

“I’m gonna have to punish you young lady, what have I told you about inviting my dad over without telling me?” Her silly husband asked, a playful stern look on his face.

Betty bit her lip innocently
“I don’t know.” She shrugged.

Jughead smiled this time, a wicked glint in his eyes.
“I guess I’m just going to have to remind you.”

Betty bent down, her mouth right over his ear
“I guess so….daddy.”

Within seconds flat Jughead was running down the hall towards their bedroom.

Who needed dirty bars and smoked out bathrooms, he had his drug of choice right underneath him.

Urianna Thalassa Hook

Urianna Thalassa Hook - daughter of Uma and Harry Hook.

+ When Uma was pregnant, she distanced herself from Harry. They could be best friends, captain and first mate, but that was different. Raise a child in the Isle of the Lost wasn’t easy. A lot of babies died, and the ones who lived had to survive their abusive parents and the terrible conditions of the isle.

+ Uma tried to hide her pregnancy for a long time. From her mother, her crew and Harry. But someone knew that something was wrong.

+ Gil.

+ He wasn’t the smartest guy on the isle, but he knew that something was wrong with his captain. One day, when Harry was off with the rest of the crew and Gil was on a timeout again, he entered the chip shop and found Uma cleaning the tables. She looked at him and rolled her eyes.

“I already told you that you can’t come back yet.”

“Uma what’s wrong?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I noticed that you’re avoiding Harry… And I know that I said the wrong thing again and that you’re mad at me and I’m sorry for it, but I wanna help you. You can trust me.” - he said firmly and noticed that her body shook - “Uma?”

“I can’t take it anymore Gil…” - her voice was weak and he knew she was about to cry, so he pulled her into a hug and he felt her burry her head on his neck.

“It’s your mother again? Did she hurt you?” - he asked and felt Uma shook her head.

“Promise you won’t judge me.”

“Of course I won’t.” - she breathes and says:

“I’m pregnant.”

+ Gil looked at her before hug her stronger. Uma liked how sensitive Gil was, and she definetly loved when he hugged her, she needed comfort.

“It’s Harry’s child?” - she nodded - “You need to tell him, Uma, he deserves to know. He’s going crazy cause you’re avoiding him, you’re the one who keeps him sane.”

“He won’t want the baby, Gil. We live in the middle of trash and danger, who would want to raise a child under these conditions?”

“Uma, look at me.” - he took her hands and looked deep in her eyes - “I know I’m not that smart, but I know that Harry loves you, everybody knows. He would die for you if he had to and I’m pretty sure he will stay by your side. And you won’t be able to hide this forever, he knows something is wrong.”

“But, what if he gets angry? What if he leaves us?” - she pointed to herself, pressing her hands in her belly.

“I’ll stil be right here, with both of you. And trust me, seeing how you care about the kids who need protection, I can tell you’re gonna be an amazing mother.”

+ Uma’s eyes tear up and she smiles, which makes Gil smile too. He finally said something right.

“You’re not in timeout anymore.” - he laughs and so does she - “And Gil…” - he looks at her - “Thank you.” - he kisses her forehead and leaves.

+ Later, when all the crew are sleeping, she tells Harry that they need to talk. He only nodds, his eyes look tired and his hair is a mess.

“I have to be straight with you. You’re probably gonna hate me, but I can’t hide anymore.” - Uma hates how vulnerable she sounds, but she’s with Harry, so she can sound vulnerable. 

“What is it love?” - he looks at her, only to found her looking at the floor.

“I’m pregnant.”

+ That changes everything. Harry loved Uma deeply. But he wasn’t expecting be a father. Uma sounds nervous, vulnerable, tired. He doesn’t know what to say, and he sees that Uma is ready to leave, but he stops her.

“Sorry, I’m just… I wasn’t expecting this.” 

“That makes two of us.” - she snorts - “I’m not ready to… Well, I don’t know. What do we know about raising a child anyways?! Our parents only hurt us. This isle is a prision, our lifes are nightmares and we’re gonna do an innocent person suffer just like they did to us, we just ruined someone’s life.”

“No. We won’t. I’m not my father, and you’re not your mother. You saved a lot of kids who were starving, sick or homeless. We’re gonna do this, and this child, our child, will have the best we can get here. We’ve been throught a lot together, we’re gonna do this, and we’re gonna do our best.” - Harry loved how a big smile appeared on Uma’s face making him smile too. He cupped her face and pulled her into a kiss, different from all the others that they shared before - “I love you, Uma.”

“Love you too.” - she whispered instantly.

+ The time passed and the baby was born. It was a girl, a little, healthy, beautiful and innocent girl. Uma couldn’t explain how she felt when she held her daughter for the first time and looked at her. She felt tears in her eyes, she smiled and stroked her face, gently. She was perfect. Uma felt something warm her heart as the baby touched her hand.

+ Harry was speechless. A little girl. He looked at Uma, seeing how happy she looked. He never saw a smile so bright on Uma’s face, and on his own. She looked like Uma. The skin, the eyes, and later, he would discover, the smile

+ They decided to call her Urianna. Her middle name, Thalassa, refered to the sea. And it seemed perfect for her.

+ Gil was in love with their Urianna since Uma appeared at the ship with her on her arms. She was so cute and small, and he almost cried when they asked him to be her godfather. He immediately said yes.

+ Uma is a very protective mother. You better don’t mess with Urianna cause you’re gonna regret it. With Harry is not better. If you mess with his little girl, Gil and him will come after you with the rest of the crew.

+ Uma and Harry started to be more happy, gentle and patient. Urianna changed them at the moment she looked at them with that innocent eyes.

+ Her first word was “mama”. Uma still throws that on Harry’s face. She’s still herself after all. Uma was so, so proud of her baby girl.

+ But her first steps were at his direction. He was so proud of her (and himself). 

+ One thing that surprises everyone is that Urianna never stops smiling. Her laugh is something that they could pass the day hearing without getting tired.

+ They hug and kiss her all the time, telling how much they love her. That they will never let anything hurt her and that they’ll always be together, no matter what. 

+ Once, when Urianna had a fever, Harry was visiting Harriet when Gil came and told him about it. He forgot to catch his hook, and didn’t remember untill she got better, after two days

+ She’s the most important thing for him now. Screw the hook.

+ Harry, Uma and Urianna sleep together in Uma’s bed at the ship.

+ Gil loves to paint Urianna’s face just like he does with his own. And she loves too. They both laugh a lot, while Harry and Uma roll their eyes. After all, they have two kids.

+ Urianna loves Gil - or, Uncle Gil. He carries her on his shoulders, and plays with her when Uma is working and Harry is not there.

+ Harriet visited them and she fell in love with her niece. Looks like her brother finally did something right.

+ Captain Hook and Ursula know about Urianna, but who said that Uma and Harry are ever going to take her to meet them. They could never see someone hurt her.

+ She’s been homeschooled. They don’t want nothing to ruin how happy, innocent and full of joy she is. Even that they live in a dirty isle, she’s not gonna be corrupted by the evil in there.

+ Uma taught Harry how to count (the basic) and helped Gil to read better, so she’s a good teacher.

+ But no only that. They already started giving her self-defense lessons (not with swords, of course), but she’s going to learn all that they know.

+ She taught Urianna how to swim too. Urianna loves the ocean, and, just like Uma, she breathes under the water.

+ One day, Mal, Evie, Ben, Jay and Carlos appear. They heard things about Urianna, but didn’t know it was Uma and Harry’s daughter, so, they ask her if they can talk to them.

+ Urianna is very confused, because: “Who are they, mommy?”

+ Gil keeps playing with her while they talk, and Ben invites her, Harry, Gil and Urianna to Auradon. He couldn’t help being really suprised when both Uma and Harry say “yes” at the same time without hesitate. 

+ Urianna would finally live in a better place, a safe place. She would go to a school where she would learn normal things, she would have toys, a better food, a better bed, a better life. They were giving the chance she deserved and Uma wouldn’t take that from her, even that she still has her issues with them.

+ BUT, she hadn’t forgot about all the other kids and the rest of the crew. She will fight for their rights as equal she did for Urianna’s.

+ Urianna’s face bright up when she sees Auradon for the first time and Harry hugs his girls (and so does Gil).

+ Fairy Godmother is, at first, impressed with how sweet the little girl was, and instantly falls in love with Urianna.

+ Just like everyone who meets her. Even Chad.

+ The rotten four were surprised to see how caring Harry and Uma are with their daughter.

+ When she starts school, she knows how to read and count perfectly

+ It’s impossible don’t love Urianna. But as Harry told Uma once: how was possible that some people hurt someone so innocent and joyful? That’s cruelty.

+ Uma, Harry, Gil and Urianna are one of the most caring families that you can meet. 

+ Every single thing that Harry and Uma do, they do thinking about her. She’s their lives.

RAISING A FAMILY WITH DIANA PRINCE WOULD INCLUDE...

Originally posted by theinvinciblecity

  • So we all know that Diana loves kids right?
  • Well she never thought of having any of her own until you brought up the subject one night in bed  
  • You had just moved into your new home with her so you were both exhausted
  • “Diana?”
  • “Yes, my love?”
  • “…Have you ever thought of having a family?”
  • “Of course. I would love to have children with you”
  • Obviously two women can’t conceive children so you two went over your options
  • You could have a donor so one of you could experience what it’s like carrying a child
  • Or you could adopt a child
  • You both decide to adopt because every child deserves a second chance
  • She wanted a actual newborn so you found a mother who was giving up her child and you guys gave her so much support and love through her pregnancy
  • You were both there for her every step of the way
  • A few months into her pregnancy, you and Diana start buying baby clothes, diapers, bottles, etc.
  • The woman was having a baby boy
  • Diana was probably the most excited about having a boy, she knew be was going to be the most handsome little boy
  • Getting the baby’s nursery set up was probably the most fun part
  • You both painted his room a nice cream color with an ocean theme
  • Themyscira was surrounded by water so it felt comforting for her and she wanted that for her son
  • The bottom of the walls were painted blue to resemble the ocean
  • You bought wall stickers of shells, starfish, crabs and much more
  • The room had a big window so lots of natural light came in and made the room look so bright and vibrant
  • You and Diana had also started discussing names for your baby
  • After long nights of arguing over a name (playful arguments by the way)
  • You both finally decided on Isaiah Y/L/N Prince
  • No middle name because you thought it would be too long with both of your last names
  • Diana bought wooden letters of his name, that you both painted sea green, and hung it over his crib
  • The final result was so amazing
  • The room was perfect for a baby boy
  • I forgot to mention this earlier but the entire Justice League threw you guys a baby shower
  • Bruce and Barry planned most of it
  • You and Diana were so grateful to have many strong men in your life that your son could look up to
  • Anyway, the party was amazing
  • It was at Bruce’s house
  • He didn’t even tell you guys what he and Barry had planned
  • So when you both got there it was very quiet and everyone jumped out and scared the living crap out of you guys
  • Diana might have accidentally punched Arthur (Aquaman)
  • Everyone had cute little party hats on and they put some on you and Diana to
  • You played ridiculous party games
  • Like that one where the guys (or girls) wear balloons on their crotch and have to pop it on someone’s butt
  • That was interesting to watch
  • As the party slowly came to an end, you and Diana started opening your gifts
  • Bruce bought your son a Batman suit, Batman onesie, Batman bottles, custom made Batman diapers
  • Basically everything had Batman on it
  • His grin as you opened the gifts was amazing though
  • Luckily Lois took a picture of him
  • Speaking of Lois, she bought you a photo album to place all your pictures of your son as he grows
  • Clark bought your little Isaiah glasses to match his, a Superman cape, and some baby formula
  • Barry got your son a Flash onesie (he made it himself and he was so proud) and some cute pacifiers that had all of the Justice League’s signature logo
  • Arthur got Isaiah a toy replica of his trident, little beanies, and lots of cute little outfits (this man has an amazing fashion sense)
  • Victor (Cyborg) felt very extra that day and bought a bouncy house.
  • He’s determined to be the favorite uncle
  • Alfred made a stroller that can convert to a tricycle, walker, AND a high chair
  • He might have outshined everyone with that
  • After opening up all the gifts, all the guys helped you put everything in the car
  • You and Diana drove home even more excited for Isaiah to be born
  • Finally, two months later Diana gets a call that Isaiah’s mother was in labor
  • You got the baby bag and Diana started up the car
  • When you got there, the mother was still not fully dilated
  • You both stayed with her to help her stay calm and comfortable the whole way through
  • When the time came, you gave her encouraging words through the whole process and then you heard small cries
  • The baby wasn’t the only one crying
  • You and Diana were a crying mess
  • Diana carried the baby first and it felt like the whole world stopped
  • It was you, her, and the baby
  • No words could explain how happy felt in that moment watching Diana carry your child
  • You held the baby next because the mother said she didn’t want to hold him or she would feel attached
  • The baby was taken to a different room to be cleaned up and so some tests could be taken to make sure he was healthy
  • Two days later, you were able to take Isaiah home
  • Isaiah was the happiest baby you had ever known
  • He started growing fast to
  • Soon he was crawling, saying his first words, and walking
  • His first word was cookie because Diana was constantly making cookies for him
  • Then he said momma and you two were the happiest moms ever
  • Unexpectedly, Barry was the favorite uncle
  • He was never really good with kids but Isaiah brought out a different side of him
  • Bruce and Victor were not happy about that
  • Whenever one of them would babysit Isaiah, all of the other guys would follow along to
  • Bruce would be at your house babysitting while you and Diana have a date night, and then the doorbell goes off
  • When Bruce looks through the peephole he can see Victor, Arthur, Barry, Clark, Lois, and even Alfred
  • So it was basically a babysitting party
  • More like arguing over who’s the favorite
  • “Me and Lois are obviously his favorite aunt and uncle”
  • “No you’re fucking not”
  • “DON’T CURSE IN FRONT OF ISAIAH, BARRY”
  • “Great, you woke him up Bruce”
  • When you and Diana get home everyone is either asleep on the floor or couch while Isaiah played with his little trucks
  • “Momma! Mommy!”
  • Diana is momma, you’re mommy
  • Isaiah wobbled on his little legs but he ran over to both of you and hugged your legs
  • You picked him and took him to bed while Diana woke up everyone
  • Once everyone left, Diana kissed Isaiah’s forehead and headed off to bed with you
  • You fell asleep that night with the love of your life next to you and your whole world in the next room
  • Soon the day came that Isaiah would start school
  • Diana dreaded that day so much because she wanted her baby boy by her side at all times
  • Diana woke up first and laid in bed hoping you would wake up late
  • Unfortunately, you set an alarm
  • Diana unwillingly then got out of bed and woke up Isaiah and dressed him
  • You made him a nice little breakfast for the three of you and then you headed out
  • The school was about five minutes away so you got there very quickly
  • You took Isaiah out of his carseat and you and Diana walked with him in the school to his classroom
  • You both met the teacher and the T.A. who were both very sweet
  • Diana asked many many many questions
  • “What college did you go to?”
  • “Do you have children of your own?”
  • “How would you deal with a bully?”
  • “If someone bully’s my son, can I deal with them myself?”
  • “Do you know all the parents? Are they well mannered people?”
  • She kept asking questions left and right
  • You finally were able to get her to leave with you until you were ready to pick Isaiah up
  • Diana just sat on the couch worrying while you were calmly making lunch so it would be ready when Isaiah got home
  • It was soon 1:30 so you went back to the school with Diana and picked up Isaiah
  • When his class came out, Isaiah was talking with a few other boys
  • Your heart completely melted because your baby boy made friends on his first day of school
  • Diana acted like this was the first time she was seeing him in years
  • Just imagine how she got on his first day of middle school, high school, and college
  • There are many more milestones that you both got to experience together
  • You and Diana were the happiest you had ever been

This was sooo fun to write. I’m pretty satisfied with how this turned out, let me know what you guys think. Mom!Diana is so cute. 

anonymous asked:

Hello – I was wondering if you could please write a future!Iggy-centric scenario where his vision is restored, and he’s with his wife and young daughter (5-7 years old, maybe?) and together they’re combing through many years of photos that were taken (I headcanon that Prompto and his s/o chronicle EVERYTHING in the hopes of sharing it with him one day ^^). Extra bonus if Prompto and Gladio are there with them, and Prompto brought his own stash of pics. =) Thanks so much!

This is adorable! I hope this drabble is okay. It’s technically a little long to be considered a drabble, but I think it’s also too short to be an actual one-shot. It’s full of fluff and feels, so I hope you like it!

The light was still so bright. It had been a month now that Ignis’ vision had been restored—with the help of a very risky operation with a talented surgeon and the assistance of a white mage.  He’d finally gotten his bandages off a few days prior and was able to actually see. When he saw you for the first time since he met you all those years ago when he first left the Crown City, he cried. When he was finally able to lay his eyes on his daughter, his own flesh and blood, he broke down.

Your daughter, Amelie, clung to her father and begged him not to be sad. It was a happy moment, she’d said. For a six year old, she was terribly smart, not unlike her father.

After spending a few much-needed days with his family (and a few long nights in bed), Ignis decided that he was ready to see his friends again. You’d invited Prompto and Gladio to the house for a visit.

“Iggy!” Prompto exclaimed, tackling his friend in a hug the moment he opened the door. “You can see again! Holy shit!”

“It’s quite the miracle,” Ignis agreed. He pointed at Prompto’s chin, the blond hairs neatly groomed into a small goatee. “How long ago were you able to grow this?”

“A few years ago—hey, wait a second—”

“Good to see you, Specs,” Gladio snorted, pulling his friend into a hug. “How’s the wife and Amelie?”

“Oh, how rude of me,” Ignis apologized, moving aside to let his friends in. “Come in. Amelie insisted on helping her mother prepare tea and pastries for your visit today.”

You emerged from the kitchen, a bit of flour on your cheek. “Hi boys!” you greeted, wiping your hands on your pants. Ignis came over and wiped the flour away, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek. You blushed, gently smacking him on the arm. “Refreshments are almost ready. Go head over to the living room and we’ll bring them in soon.”

The guys went to the next room, with Ignis sitting in his armchair while Gladio and Prompto sat down on the couch. They engaged in small talk, asking Ignis about the surgery and the healing process. Just as Ignis was describing the moment he saw his daughter for the first time, she walked into the room, carefully holding a large tray of baked goods. Her tongue stuck out the side of her mouth, laser-focused on not dropping anything as she made her way to the coffee table.

“Hey, squirt,” Gladio grinned, ruffling the top of her head as she deposited the tray without any casualties. “How’ve you been?”

“Hi, Uncle Gladio,” she replied politely with a curtsy. “Hi, Uncle Prompto. I was just helping Mommy make some croissants. I made these ones!” She pointed to the small, slightly misshapen croissants that were completely covered in icing sugar. “You have to eat them all.”

“Done and done,” Prompto saluted the little girl and dove in as you brought the tea and Ebony into the room.

“Woah, Prom,” you snorted, handing Ignis his Ebony before pouring tea for everyone else. “Slow down or you’ll choke.”

“No I won’t,” he retorted with a full mouth. Gladio rolled his eyes, pulling Amelie into his lap. She tugged at his hair and he told her she could braid it, but she had to be gentle. Ignis just smiled. He missed his friends and their antics. He sipped his coffee as you kissed him on the cheek and retreated momentarily.

“Love?” he called, glancing over to the hallway. “Where are you going?”

You returned with a shoe box, one that looked rather worn and sat on the arm of the chair. You draped an arm over his shoulder and placed the box in his lap.

“I wanted to show you something. Prompto brought something for you as well.”

Ignis looked up at you questioningly, but opened the lid of the box. Inside was stacks upon stacks of photographs, spanning over ten years. Ignis picked them up, his fingers shaking as his eyes scanned over the images. He looked up at you again, tears in his eyes.

“You…kept all these?”

“I wanted to show them to you one day,” you smiled, leaning your forehead against his. “I never gave up on the possibility of you being able to see again one day, Iggy. I didn’t want you to miss anything. Look,” you held up a small stack tied with a lavender ribbon. “These are from when Amelie was born. The first time you held her, her first steps…”

You went on, showing him the different stages of your relationship, and photos of Amelie as she grew up. He finally had visuals to go with the memories he kept safe in his mind. He couldn’t get the smile off his face.

“You are the most incredible person I’ve ever known,” he gushed, holding you close. “Thank you for this.”

“Where’s my hug?” Prompto chimed in, holding up his own stack of photos. “I brought pictures too!” He handed the photos over, and Ignis laughed as he went through them. “They’re of us. All of us, back when we were younger.”

Ignis stopped as he came across a picture of himself, Prompto, Gladio, and Noctis. It was before he’d lost his vision in Altissia, and they all looked so happy. He sighed, quietly, gripping the photo a little tighter in his fingers.

You smoothed his hair comfortingly. “He’d be so happy for you,” you told him. “For all of us.”

“I know,” Ignis agreed. He looked over at Amelie, beckoning her over. She hopped down from Gladio’s lap, who now had pigtail braids on each side of his head, and climbed into her father’s lap. He pointed at Noctis’ face and said, “This is your Uncle Noctis.”

“Is Uncle Noctis the one who brought the light back?” Amelie asked, looking up at Ignis. He nodded, taking in a shaky breath.

“He’s the reason why your mother and I met in the first place.”

Amelie smiled, taking the photo in her hands. She kissed the picture before looking down at it fondly. “Thanks, Uncle Noct.”

Ignis let out a laugh and held Amelie close. He couldn’t believe how fortunate he’d become—he thought that after losing his vision, he would never live a normal life again. He never thought you’d stay with him, much less marry him. He never imagine himself as a father, because he never allowed himself to think of a life separate from his service to the Crown. But with his daughter in his lap, you at his side, and photographic proof that he’d been through hell and lived, he knew he was the luckiest man on Eos.

Wove

Hi there! Daddy Harry has got me fucked up :) Here is one more fluff. Hope you like it. Btw talk to me about astrology or if you need any help or just wanna talk, my asks are always open. Feedbacks please:).

Word count :: 1470


You were seven months into pregnancy. Having a round belly whilst having two monkeys at home wasn’t an easy thing. The mood swings and hormones weren’t a much of big help as well. Rose and Noah were only 4 and a half and 3 respectively. quite young the babies were. Plus Harry being busy with the movie promotion and new single coming up was difficult, though he always tried to give you time as much as he can.

You groaned siting down on the couch. The soft spongy stuff giving relief to your hips and your swollen feet as you rest them on the coffee table in front of you. You just had gotten Noah to sleep and now you were beyond exhausted. Harry was at work. Rose in school. Harry had told you that he’d pick Rose up from her school the morning he left so one thing was off your list to worry about.

You closed your eyes and laid head back trying to relax when you sudden pressure on your stomach. She was kicking again. It was a weird thing for you to have her kick during a specific time. In mornings she’s calm but as it makes to afternoon, her hype self starts and so does her legs. You rubbed the swell of your belly trying to get her calm down.

“Hype baby aren’t you? ” you smiled to self with the thought of once again having small bundle of joy in your arms in a few days.  Time went like sand slipping through fingers. It’s like you blinked and your babies were this much big. Though they were pain in nose sometimes, you loved them endlessly. For a mother, her children are her everything. She devotes herself to her kids. So did you. Rose and Noah meant everything to you. They were the centre of your world.

“Can’t wait to meet you Snow.” You whispers as a fast tear rolled down your cheek.

When you found out that this one is gonna be a girl, Harry suggested to name her Snow. Beatiful and pure as it.

“y/n!!!!” Harry came running to you where you stood in the bathroom.

“look its snowing! First Snow fo winter!” He said excitedely. He had so much passion and love in his eyes. No matter how old he grew, he still was a kid at heart. But when his eyes when to the thing which had you distracted from him, he teared up. Blinking your own tears away you nodded smilig. Positve the test showed. One more baby was on the way.

“If it’s a girl can we call her Snow?” he asked with hope in his eyes. All you did was nod and embraced him in a tight hug.

And basically that’s how he came up with it and with the name Rose and Noah as well. Rose because, when she was born she was pink as it and Harry found her immensely delicate. So you guys decided to stop on that name. Noah becasue when he was born, Harry though that he looked more like Ryan Gosling. Though you didn’t think like that, to you he looked like Harry only but for his happiness you let Harry name him Noah. All three names were admirable and suited your kids personality perfectly.

Rose was beautiful and delicate like one. She was kind and was just like her father. Gentle and humble.

Noah was much like you. Bubbly, talkitive and had brown straight hair unlike Rose who had curls at the end. But he too had a kind heart like his father.

Harry was no doubt brought upp a gentleman by his mother. And he was doing the same for kids. Along with you, he gave kids the best habbits he could. How you should always brush your teeth before bed, how you should fold your own clothes, carry your plate to he kitchen etc.Though they were bit too young, he wanted to have it from the beginning. And when kids started following his rules, you could see the happiness and pride in his eyes glistening with love for his kids.

“momma?” You heard small croacked voice. Opening your eyes, you saw Noah standing with tears in his eyes. His hair were messy and his pyajamas was scrunched along with his tee. He had his penguin fluffy toy tucked under his arm. His lips bottom started to wobble so without wasting a time you called him to you.

“baby c'mere. What’s wrong?” You cooed as you opened your arms for the toddler to come in them and being momma’s boy, he gladly did so.

“what happened?” you asked tucking him under your right hand and he insantly hide his face in your chest. You rubbed his back with one hand and ran other in his soft hair.

“yeh wove meh no more afte’ baby come” he said. There was a hint of sadness in his voice, how the tiny baby boy was desperately hurt thinking that his mother won’t love him after the new baby. Hearing those words broke you just like every mother. How could you ever stop loving him? But the poor three year old believed that you could.

“oh no no bubba. Momma can never stop loving her precious baby.” you said holding up your own tears. You felt his grip going tight on you. His tiny arms couldn’t reach your back but rested on the swell of your belly.

“b-because new baby is small and need momma more” he said weeping as he oulled away to face you. His nose pink along with his cheek and ears. You cupped his small face and rubbed his tears strained cheek. Collecting the small tear soff his eyes you leaned in to peck his forehead.

“that’s right. Baby is gonna be so tiny and will need mommy but, that doesn’t mean that mommy will stop loving you. Even Rose had to share me with you when you were born. You were so tiny that you need to be looked after all th etime, but that didn’t made mommy to stop loving Rose. now did it huh?” you asked softly still rubbing his cheek. He shook his head sniffling.

“i-i don’t wanna share mommy” he cried once again clutching onto to you and this time, it was bad. He was so innocent that the thought of him sharing his mommy with the new baby was unbearable for him.

“hey hey. Baby look at meh” you said cradling his face. He stared at you sniffling with those green eyes he resembled from his daddy. You smiled softly and put his hand on your belly. His hand small baby hand scrunched at first but eventually flatend on your belly. And soon there was a kick. And taking you by surprise, Noah eyes were wide open and mouth big agaped.

“momma!!! Something happen!!!” he said. Tears now were forgotten.

“yes baby!! It’s your sister. She says she loves you. She just high fived you from momma’s tummy!” you exclaimed gigglng. His face expression changed from surprise to happiness as he sat properly so that he can look at your tummy properly.

“Really mommy?” he asked.

“yed baby!! try again” you said and so he did it again. And once again you felt the kicks. His smiled grew and next thing you knew was Noah kissing your belly.

“I wove you too baby sister.” he said out of love. The heartwarming scene brought tears to your eyes.


“How was you’ day?” Harry asked rubbing your shoulder with your face hidden in his neck. At last you had your man and all you wanted was to have a nice warm cuddle with him. It was past kids bedtime and they were already tucked in beds.

“good. Noah started crying because he thought after Snow is born i won’t love him.” You mumbled pecking the soft skin of his neck.

“really? wha’ happened next?” he asked showing interest in hearing out about his baby. Harry missed spending time with kids so he made uo by hearing to their stories.

“I made him feel the kick a-” you were going on but the loud thud made you pull away. You saw Noah running through your bedroon door and crawling on the bed betweeen you two. Carefully he leaned in and kissed your belly softly and then hugged it.

“love you snowie. I wove you. Always. I am your bwig brother.” He said and ran off to his room before kissing your tummy one more time.

“He fell in love with his sister.” you smiled watching him go and tilted your head to look at harry who had tears in his eyes. You cuddled to him and let him be. Fathers did needed to cry. They’re fathers after all.

Title: Family Pt. 2

Warnings: None

Author’s Note:  Had a few requests for a part 2 of the Seguin imagine. One of them had a super adorable suggestion, which led to this. I really like the arch of the story, so if anyone has ideas for a possible part 3, lemme know! :)

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests

All Parts: (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)


You had arrived at Tyler’s about thirty minutes ago; standing at his kitchen counter, you were putting bread into the toaster when Tyler snuck up behind you, encircling your waist in his strong arms. “Morning, baby.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. “Did you go have a crazy night out after you left here last night?” he grinned into the crook of your neck.

“Yeah, Netflix and wine, I got totally crazy.” you smiled, turning in his arms to face him, lacing your arms around his neck.

“I don’t know how much longer I can be with someone who parties so hard.” he joked, pecking your lips. “I have to be responsible, for Charlie sake. You sound like a bad influence.”

“From what I’ve heard, you were pretty wild back in the day Seguin. You better leave me and my Netflix binging alone.”  you replied with a grin, Tyler’s chocolate eyes twinkling.

You both turned when you heard Charlie trudge into the kitchen, dragging his book bag behind him. He let go of the strap, crawling up into his chair at the breakfast table. Tyler pressed a kiss to your cheek before letting you go, heading to his bedroom to grab his bag.

“Mornin’.” Charlie mumbled, rubbing his eyes, his brown hair sticking up in all directions.

“Morning, Charlie.” you smiled, grabbing a slice of toast, setting it on a plate with some bacon. “Do you want an orange or a banana with your breakfast?” you asked, walking over to the table and setting the plate down in front of him.

“Orange.” he said with a yawn.

“Charlie.” Tyler corrected him as he walked back into the room, his bag slung over his shoulder.

“Please?” he added looking at you apologetically.

“Of course, bud.” you said, grabbing an orange off the counter to peel for him.

“I have practice this morning and a meeting with sponsors later this afternoon.” Tyler told you, as he slipped his shoes on. “I really appreciate you running him to and from school today. Love you.” he said, giving you a kiss goodbye.

“No problem.” you smiled. “Love you, too.”

He walked over to Charlie, running his hand over Charlie’s unruly hair, trying to tame it. “Bye little man. Be good for (Y/N). I love you.” Tyler told Charlie, bending down to give Charlie a kiss.

“Love you, daddy.”

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Out of the Egg. (Jungkook x Reader) Part 1

“The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world.” – Demian by Hermann Hesse

Jungkook x Reader; (with the rest of the BTS members here and there)

Fluff, Angst; mentions of violence, death, sexual harassment (briefly), and warfare

War/ Rebellion Au

Summary: The world you had once known is now bare and rotting with evil. Families were torn, houses were burned, and businesses were shattered by the Oppressors. In your world, there were only two possibilities – if you weren’t working with them, you were owned by them. However, a new faction arises that sings of hope and taking back the world that was once for the people, calling themselves “The Changers”. Although you tried to go unnoticed by either of them, out of fear of being killed or captured, you soon find yourself deep in the middle of the rebellion after an unexpected encounter.

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 (Finale)

A/N: I felt like posting the start of this series today because of all of the events happening in the world recently. I hope you enjoy and take good messages out of this story! Spread love ya’ll and keep fighting and overcoming challenges – big or small — to reach your dreams <3

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

           You hadn’t seen the sun in years.

           The skies had been painted gray for a long time now, clouded with smoke from explosions, from fires, from vehicles monitoring the people’s every move. You pulled your hood to cover your face and looked down, trying to blend in with the rest of the people going to work to feed their families and themselves, despite the bleak state of things surrounding them.

           As you usually did, you took a detour to avoid any guards stopping you on their random citizen scans. You smiled as you looked longingly at the abandoned playground where you had spent your happy childhood. Had you known then that those days were going to be so easily taken from you, you would’ve cherished them more in the moment. But you were young, would you have played differently even if you knew then what you knew now?

           Your smile faded as the flashback of memories seeped into your mind. Back to when it all began, back to when your dreams of your future were ripped away right in front of your very eyes.


           It had been a disappointing overturn of leadership, but what change doesn’t bring about some sort of dissatisfaction from the masses?

           People went about their lives, believing that things would continue as they were with minor changes here and there.

           But our assumptions and neglect only left us vulnerable.

           Soon, people who were once our friendly neighbors stormed into each other’s apartments, ratting out those that the new leadership deemed “didn’t belong out in the public”. They were ridiculous standards too. Mostly resounding excuses stating that, “they weren’t like everyone else”. Yet when you looked around, nobody was like everyone else. At the time, you didn’t understand. Now, you realized you weren’t supposed to understand because this…this was hatred of an illogical level. This was selfish and unreasonable leadership.

           A leader for himself, not a leader for the people.

           You thought you were untouchable at the time. That everyone you heard in the news or read about in the papers was just “someone else”; that it wouldn’t affect you and your family or anyone that was close to you. You lived in a bubble, believing that the reality of things wouldn’t knock on your doorstep.


           You had a best friend when you were little, Jeon Jungkook. And like all childhood friendships, you spent every moment of the day together. You were neighbors so you were essentially inseparable. You played at the very sandbox that now was partially singed and partially compose of rocks and decomposed plants and animals. You squealed and screamed on the slides and swings to your hearts’ content. You played pretend. You dreamed up your futures; you pretended to be part of different realities.

           Even when you were a bit older, you stuck together. After the change of leadership, Jungkook kept you close. In school, he never left your side and he never let you walk home alone. You felt safe with him around, but at the time, you thought he was overreacting.

           But then one day, he disappeared.


           It happened overnight. Quiet, skilled, covered in darkness.

           You didn’t know your world had changed until the morning came.

           You were waiting as you usually did for him to come pick you up at home, but he never came. Easily, you walked next door and punched the code in, only to fill the complex with your bloodcurdling scream. Neighbors rushed over, alert, and gasped alongside you as you found Jungkook’s father sprawled on the floor swimming inside a pool of his own blood. The adults pulled you back, trying to cover your eyes, but they had finally been opened, in the worst way possible.

           "Jungkook…where’s Jungkook?“ you mumbled, your mind on the verge of insanity but too many hands were holding you from lunging into the gory scene. "WHERE’S JUNGKOOK??!”

           You stopped going to school after that day. In fact, you stayed inside your room the days following. The only body discovered in the apartment was Jungkook’s father. He, his older brother, and mother were nowhere to be found. Everyone knew the police was working with the Oppressors, so when they claimed that the family had killed the father and run away with guilt, nobody questioned their judgment. Nobody spoke out. Everyone knew who the real culprit was. Everyone knew that they were now part of the victims being taken into custody because the new leader believed they should be locked out of society and not given rights. It was a small abandoned place, you had heard through gossip, where they treated upright citizens like criminals, giving them portioned meals and forcing them to tight schedules and constant watch.


           "Y/N. I need you to stay very quiet and follow me.“ Your mother woke you up in the middle of the night a few weeks after Jungkook’s disappearance.

           You nodded obediently, your heart racing. The hairs on your skin were on edge and something felt different about the atmosphere. Your mother tightly held your hand as she led you inside your closet and pulled open a hidden compartment in the wall. Your eyes widened in awe.

           "Honey.” she whispered, tears filling up in her eyes, and you immediately understood the situation.

           Your family was next.

           You shook your head violently as she urged you into the compartment, fit for one.

           "We knew this day was going to come soon. We prayed it wouldn’t happen, but it did.“ she caressed your face lovingly. "Please be safe, my darling. I believe in your future.”

           "Mommy.“ You sobbed and she kissed your forehead for a prolonged time.

           "Whatever you hear, whatever happens. Stay in here for 2 days.” she handed you your father’s watch and a folded piece of paper. “And don’t leave until the night covers your tracks. Go to this address. She’ll take care of you.”

           "I love you.“ You whispered as you wept, and she smiled sadly.

           "I love you so much, honey. Your father loves you too.”

           You crawled into the tiny compartment and hugged your knees to stifle your sobs. Your mother stared at you one last time before closing the entrance and enveloping you in darkness. That night, you heard the screams and struggles of your parents, the loud cracks of gun fire, then an eerie silence as footsteps marched all over the place where you had once felt safest. You couldn’t cry out of fear of being found, but your heart was breaking. You felt helpless, frustrated, and numb.

           Everyone that you loved was now gone.


           You exhaled as you slipped into your small apartment and looked into the mirror. Years later and you were an empty shell of what you used to be. You weren’t a captive but you were bound by fear and anxiety constantly, wondering when the day would come when you too would be discovered and killed. You had escaped successfully and you were given an entirely new identity. You changed your hair color and cut it, shedding your old skin. You were much older now. Your eyes held the despair, frustrations, and helplessness that you kept deep inside you, but your face was pulled into an unemotional facade. It was no longer glimmering with dreams and hope, but was dulled by witnesses of untimely death, irrational oppression, and constant hatred. You lived through hell and you had grown up in chains of the new society and its standards. You experienced and witnessed suffering beyond what children and parents had ever imagined would come to fruition.

           At work, in the middle of the streets, in your own apartment complex, people disappeared for reasons you couldn’t understand. People were shot based on “discretion”, they claimed, but it was no secret that it was merely based on the leisure and displays of dominance for those who had the authority.

           Each day was routine. Each day was a battle. Each day was a covert mission to keep yourself safe. And each day you prayed for change. Each day you prayed for a better world to come.

           But a better world never came.


           "Stop right there, woman.“

           You froze, your heart thumping against your chest. Then you suddenly continued on your way down the alley, hoping the guards weren’t talking to you.

           "Hey! Stop right there!” You felt a rough tug of your arm and you were slammed to the ground easily.

           Two grinning cops were hovering over you, eye-ing your figure.

           "Haven’t seen you around here? Are you new?“

           "No.” You stood up hurriedly and dusted yourself off, feigning confidence. “I’ve lived here for years.”

           "I’d think I’d remember seeing someone as beautiful as you.“ One officer caressed your cheek and you slapped his hand away instinctively.

           The officer looked appalled while the other cackled at your clear rejection.

           "You can’t do this to me.” You stood your ground firmly.

           "Oh yes I can.“ he laughed. "Women are for men’s pleasure. You’re lucky we let you work and prance around thinking you have freedom and some sort of control.”

           Soon, the other cop was behind you, holding onto your waist.

           "If you let us have a little fun, we’ll let you go.“ He whispered into your ear, and you shoved him away, disgustedly.

           "I’ve done nothing wrong to be captured!” You argued.

           "Well, we can make that true or false based on your decision.“

           The officer in front of you closed the distance and you felt yourself backed into a wall. Glancing around hurriedly, you tried to find a way to escape but one direction was back to your complex and essentially a dead end while the only way out was blocked by the second officer.

           You placed your hands on the officer’s chest to keep him from coming closer and you turned your head to avoid his lips trying to touch yours.

           "Get off me!” you yelled, hoping that someone would hear you.

           But who were you kidding? No one would dare stand up to the officers and put themselves in danger like that. Everyone put their families and their safety first. And who could blame them? You were guilty of being a silent witness to the Oppressors too.

           "The more you resist, the more I want to take you.“ He hummed as he grabbed your hands and freely pressed his body into you.

           "Take this then.”

           You wriggled and kneed his crotch as hard as you could. Immediately, he was writhing on the ground, and the other officer was quick to whip out his gun, aiming at you angrily. You gasped and closed your eyes, wishing that your death would be a quick and painless one.

           But the shot never came.

           You heard a loud thud and you opened your eyes to find the officer sprawled lifelessly on the ground with gun still in hand. Terrified, you glanced around. You felt a hand on your leg and the other officer was glaring at you, still in pain from your attack.

           "And I’ll also be taking you out.“

           A voice was heard just before the officer’s body flew across your path. You turned to find a tall, lean man wearing a ski mask beside you. He had kicked the officer with ease and he pointed a gun with a silencer to make a clean shot. You stared at him in awe. You weren’t sure whether to be frightened and run away or stay and thank him. Your body felt that the former was more logical so while the scary robber-looking man was checking to see if the officers were really dead, you tried to slip out of the alleyway. However, you were pulled back by your wrist and pressed against the wall with a hand over your mouth, right before a hoard of officers passed by nonchalantly.

           "That’s three times I saved you in roughly two minutes, Miss.” the masked man chimed and you shoved his hand off your mouth.

           "Well, thank you Mr. Robber Mask Man. I appreciate you saving my life but please get off me.“ You stated defiantly but you were soon silenced by his eyes gazing down at you. At first it looked at you intently then knowingly and finally, it brightened up.

           You furrowed your brows and his lips curled up happily. Slowly, he pulled off his ski mask and you felt your knees buckle as he revealed his face.  

           There, standing in front of you, in all his muscular, grown-up glory, was your childhood best friend, Jeon Jungkook. With his signature goofy half-grin, half-smirk, he spoke,

           "I finally found you.”


           You were in too much shock to really process anything he said after that, but you let him drag you away from the bloody scene. All you could do was stare at his back as he did so, wondering if you had in fact died, and this was your reunion with him in the afterlife.

           "I th-thought…I thought you were…“ you stammered, not able to coherently put all the thoughts circulating in your mind into a sentence.

           "Dead?” he chuckled. “No, I’m quite alive.”

           You smiled. At least his teasing didn’t change one bit.

           "Where are we going?“ you questioned.

           "Home.” he grinned.

           "What? Where’s that?“

           "Just be quiet and follow me.” He hummed as he held onto your hand tightly like he used to as kids.

           While you reveled in the reality that now you weren’t alone in the world, you let him lead you– although let’s be real, you had no choice in the matter anyway. After a few hills, a few dark alleyways, and a trip across the sewer, Jungkook finally stopped in front of a large metal door and knocked three times. Curiously, you watched as a scanner popped up and he pressed his hand against it.

           "I have a survivor with me too.“ he called out.

           The door opened and you stepped into a clear elevator. You grabbed onto Jungkook nervously since it felt like you were going to fall down into the abyss with this optical illusion. He laughed but pulled you closer to ease your nerves. Soon, you were descending and the darkness was replaced by the images of a large city. Your grip loosened, and you turned around to marvel at the scene.

           "What is this?” you breathed.

           "It’s the underground city of the Changers.“ he grinned.

           ”The Changers? You mean the rebel group that people aren’t sure is real??“ you pressed your face on the glass in awe.

           "Well, we like to keep it that way so nobody comes looking for us.” he put a hand on your back and guided you out of the elevator. “I’ll give you a quick tour.”

           "Whaaaat?“ you gasped as you stepped into an office building of sorts. It was bustling with people in lab coats.

           "This is Head Quarters. It’s where we make weapons and figure out our plans.” he explained as you explored everything up close, as if you were a kid in your favorite museum.

           "What’s this?“ You reached out towards a large contraption but his hand hurriedly grabbed yours to pull you away.

           "Still impulsive I see.” he chuckled.

           You grinned, glancing down at his hand holding yours as he continued walking down a long hallway. When had been the last time you had the comfort of human contact?

           "Where are we going?“

           "I have to stop by some place first. Whenever we save 100 or more survivors and bring them here, the leader gathers everyone to give them a welcome.”

           "Oh! I heard the leader was quite attractive.“ You grinned excitedly.

           "Where’d you hear that?” he raised an eyebrow.

           "Well back in the office, a few girls swore they witnessed the Changers at work and in the middle of the fight, they caught a glimpse of the leader’s face and fell in love!“

           Jungkook snorted. "What a bunch of bull.”

           You shook your head, “You’re just jealous because he’s probably better looking than you.”

           Jungkook stopped in front of a door and pulled at your cheeks. “You’re still annoying like you used to be.”

           You glared at him and rubbed your cheeks when he let go.

           "But I’m glad you’re alive.“ His expression softened as he stared at you intently.

           You blushed and smiled shyly. "I’m glad you’re alive too.”

           "Come on.“ He gestured for you to follow as he opened the door behind him.

           "Where are we?” You looked around, taking in the dim lighting of the room.

           Jungkook walked towards where the light was, and you heard loud chatter.

           "Stay out of trouble, okay?“ He instructed but you were too busy trying to figure out what kind of room you were in to reply.

           Suddenly, he stepped into the light and you were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of thunderous screaming and applause, as he appeared on stage throwing on his uniform top. Curiously, you slowly made your way towards the origin of the sounds, which you found to be behind a curtain now that your eyes were adapting to the dim light. To get a better view, you pulled the curtain to the side a bit more, and you gasped as you found Jungkook standing behind a podium, grinning from ear to ear, in front of thousands of people.

           "Hello everyone! Thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to hear me make the same speech that Namjoon wrote for me again.”

           Everyone laughed as you watched from behind, trying to make out the situation. Why was he up there? But your question was soon answered, and your jaw dropped as you heard it echoing loud and clear:

           "Well, for those who aren’t aware, I’m Jeon Jungkook…the Leader of The Changers.“ 


Part 2 

Sing Sweet Nightingale (Cinderella AU with Dick Grayson)

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Perhaps the happiest day of young Y/N’s life was her birth. A long anticipated event, as is most first babies. Her parents were ecstatic and did everything they could to make Y/N’s new life a happy one. Many an afternoon was spent by the fountain in front of the house, telling stories and watching the fish swim.

Y/N’s mother did her best to make sure Y/N grew up brave and kind. Gentle enough to love those around her, but strong enough to stand up for what she knew was right. She loved her daughter and husband with all her heart, and they returned her love tenfold. But it was not too last.

Y/N’s mother grew ill. Her strength waned and she soon was bedridden. Y/N was confused and scared. Why wouldn’t her mother get up? Why wouldn’t she play? Did she not love Y/N and Daddy anymore?

Her mother did her best to keep Y/N with her, but the sickroom was no place for a child.

Y/N remembered keenly the day her mother died. No one would talk to her or look at her. Everyone was crying. When her father finally did look at her, he clutched her to his chest as his body shook with sobs.

Y/N didn’t like the funeral. She couldn’t find mommy and watching them put the big box in the ground was boring. She didn’t understand why people kept looking at her like that, why they insisted on hugging her, why no one would look her in the eye when she asked for mommy.

She learned that mommy was “dead” and that meant she wasn’t coming back. Y/N didn’t like that, but she didn’t argue or complain. Mommy had taught her to be good and that is what she would be.

Soon, Daddy brought home a new lady. He said her name was Stepmother. She was going to love you, he assured. Stepmother brought two daughters of her own. Y/N was excited to have sisters, but was disappointed to find the girls wanted nothing to do with her. She didn’t let it bother her too much. She was still friends with all the animals in the yard and the people at the market.

One day, her father went on a business trip. He gave Y/N and Stepmother and the stepsisters each a kiss before heading off down the road. He was only supposed to be gone two weeks, but a month passed with no word. Y/N waited everyday at the fountain, looking down the street and hoping to see him. Stepmother and her daughters laughed at Y/N for doing this, but they always looked disappointed when she came back inside without him.

One day, just when they had given up hope of receiving word, a letter arrived. An innkeeper in a village quite far from theirs sent it. He had spent the last two weeks nursing Y/N’s father. He had been robbed and horribly wounded on the road by the inn. The man had found him on his doorstep and taken him in. He had done everything possible to try and help Father, but it was not enough. Y/N’s father had joined her mother in the afterlife. This time, Y/N knew what dead meant. Dead meant they were never coming back. Ever.

Stepmother fainted when she read the letter. She draped herself over a couch and let her head roll out. Her daughters held tightly to each other. Y/N tried to comfort her stepmother, but the woman screamed and threw a vase at her. “Don’t you understand, you insolent child? Your father is dead and we are left destitute.” Y/N didn’t understand what she meant by that, but she didn’t think it was good.

The innkeeper said he had arranged for Father to be buried with his own money. Thankfully, he decided not to charge Stepmother for his good will.

Stepmother soon decided on how things were going to be. With Y/N’s father gone, they had no man of the house to bring home money. They were not completely poor, but with no income, they soon would be. Stepmother fired the faithful household staff. Many tears were shed as the women kissed Y/N, who reminded them so much of their deceased mistress, goodbye.

As soon as the last servant walked out the door, Y/N was put to work. Not even ten years old and she had lost both her parents and was now doing the work of three grown women. She didn’t complain. Not when her fingers bled with new blisters, when her back ached from carrying trays, nor when she cut her feet on a teapot Stepmother threw at her head.

Y/N did her best to please Stepmother, but her new mistress was cruel. She hoped to find some comfort from her sisters, but the girls took great delight in bossing around Y/N and making her life hard. The younger of the two didn’t take the same delight from hurting her though. She could see it in the way she winced when her older sister hit Y/N with a brush for tugging to hard on her tangles. Regardless of this small pity, the younger did nothing to stop the abuse.

Y/N blocked out her disappointment in what was supposed to be her family and threw herself into working. Mommy and Daddy were dead and all she could do was make them proud by working hard and never giving up.

The years passed in a blur. She got lost in her routine. A merry go round of chores until she finally collapsed at night. The only variable was the gossip she would over hear. The lord of a nearby castle was unmarried, but had been adopting children from the streets. The oldest was from a circus! Many in Gotham were outraged at this, but they soon settled down. Many women still looked down on the “peasant” boys in their new finery. Y/N thought it was beautiful that someone born to privilege would look beyond himself at others in need. She didn’t say anything, but the thought that a boy her age could be taken in and loved by a member of high society was fantastic. It made her dark life a little better. From then on, she would listen closely to anything that was said about Lord Grayson. Thankfully, her sisters were to busy giggling over the man to notice her interest. Or else they would have teased her mercilessly.

One day, Y/N answered the door to a courtier bearing a bag of envelopes. His eyes softened when he saw her wide eyes framed by her dirty face. He smiled and bowed low over her hand as he handed her an envelope.

Y/N’s heart beat fast in her chest as she recognized the seal on the letter.

“Give me that before your filth makes it illegible.” Stepmother said as she snatched the paper from Y/N’s hands. Her eyes widened as she read what it said. She smiled and turned to her daughters. “Girls, this is your chance to get us out of poverty. A ball is being held in Lord Grayson’s honor so that he might choose a bride!”

As the stepsisters shrieked with glee, Y/N harbored her own secret excitement. She had read that every maiden in the land was invited.

anonymous asked:

rfa boys + v + saeran with MC as brand new parents. Like, we're talking baby time with middle of the night feedings and diaper changes, and crying and not sleeping and the exhaustion that comes with being a new parents, but also a cute moment here and there as well.

Awww anonny you’re hitting me with the feels! I could write tons of pages about the Mystic Messenger characters being parents so these turned out to be longer and fluffy! I based the children’s sex on my last post about these peeps being parents and I also added Jaehee just because I didn’t want her to be left out so hopefully that’s okay! I kind of want to give the children names and personalities now because I’ve become so attached to this idea thanks to you and the other anon’s parent request! I absolutely loved writing this request so I really hope that you enjoy!! :)


Yoosung

  • Yoosung is surprisingly really helpful when it comes to dealing with your newborn son
  • He understands how exhausted you are from the day and usually takes the night shifts when taking care of your son
  • Yoosung already stays up late to play LOLOL and has even started to set up a schedule as to when to check on his son while also killing some monsters
  • The times whenever Yoosung is actually asleep and hears your son crying, he always gets right out of bed to care for him
  • Your son sometimes has problems properly latching onto the bottle when it’s feeding time so Yoosung gives him little encouragements to help him
  • “Come on little guy, you have to drink your milk! How else will you grow big and strong enough to help daddy slay the monsters in LOLOL? Hey, that’s it! You’re doing it! I’m so proud of my little man!”
  • There have been nights where Yoosung is just exhausted from work and just wants to sleep but when he hears his son’s crying, he’ll attend to him no matter what the problem is… unless it’s diaper changing then he may call you for some assistance
  • One of Yoosung’s favorite things in the world is showing your son picture books of animals and seeing his reaction to each one, slowly but surely teaching his son the wonders of being a Vet
  • Yoosung is honestly Super Dad and is extremely attentive to his son’s needs because he’d do absolutely anything for his son

Zen

  • Zen definitely tried his best whenever it came to dealing with your son at night, he just wasn’t always the best
  • He’d come home tired from rehearsals and as the two of you were about to fall asleep, your son would start crying
  • With a deep sigh, Zen would roll out of bed and tend to his son’s needs
  • Your son was like his father for more than just his looks, he was extremely vocal like Zen
  • Zen would wince sometimes at just how loud his son would cry but he found that his own voice would usually soothe the little one
  • “Listen son, I’m really proud of you for working on that singing voice so early on in life but mommy and I are tired. How about you listen to your old man sing a little bit and then you go back to sleep alright?”
  • When it came to night feeding and diaper changing, Zen would typically have to turn to you for help because he would usually make the bottle too warm and could not change a diaper to save his life
  • But when your son wasn’t crying his little lungs out, one of Zen’s favorite things is to put his son on his bare chest, taking ahold of his son’s tiny arms and moving them in random patterns and singing to him while lightly kissing his forehead
  • Zen definitely has room to improve with his parenting, something he understands and accepts, but one thing that he’s mastered is to always love and care for his son

Jaehee

  • Jaehee already has experience taking care of the other RFA members, who’re basically kids, so she ends up being a super great mom
  • She sees how exhausted you are so Jaehee’s more than willing to take care of her daughter at nighttime
  • Your daughter isn’t a very loud crier but Jaehee can always tells when she’s in distress
  • Jaehee’s a pro at diaper changing and heating up the bottles since she had lots of experience with heating up her coffee
  • But there are times when both you and Jaehee are tired but your daughter is crying her little heart out but of course Jaehee will attend to her, she just may be a little bit cranky in the morning
  • When your daughter refuses to fall back asleep, Jaehee likes to read her stories from a fairytale book, even acting out all of the parts which earns a few giggles from her tiny daughter
  • “This is what I want you to learn my daughter, don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do anything. You’re going to grow up to be such a strong and beautiful girl and me and your mother want you to be happy. We’ll make sure to always encourage you to follow your dreams.”
  • You notice your daughter starting to fall asleep only when she’s cradled in Jaehee’s arms, making Jaehee give you a shy smile
  • Jaehee is an amazing mom, no one would argue that, and her daughter grows up knowing just how much her two mothers love her

Jumin

  • Jumin wanted nothing more than for his daughter to grow up in a healthy, loving environment
  • To do this, Jumin wanted to spend as much time with her as possible, so since he worked during the day he usually would spend all night with her
  • But when your daughter would cry, Jumin would panic never knowing what she needed
  • Jumin was terrible at changing diapers, he could ever get the bottle temperature right, and it seemed like every time he’d try to pick his daughter up, her cries would turn into wailing
  • He was about to give up hope of being a good dad but you kept encouraging Jumin, telling him to just keep spending more time with his daughter then she’d start warming up to him
  • One night when you and Jumin were sleeping, the two of you heard your daughter crying yet again and just as Jumin was about to call a nanny, you convinced him to go to her
  • He was reluctant but did so, carefully picking up his daughter to try and get her to calm down
  • When her crying turned louder, not that Jumin was surprised, he tried something new and started to rock his daughter back and forth while singing a lullaby in his deep voice
  • “Do like my singing my little girl? Hmm your mother says the same thing but I don’t think it’s that great. But I’m glad that you like it, I’ll sing anything for you my precious girl.”
  • His daughter eventually fell asleep in his arms, making Jumin almost cry on the spot as he cuddled her closer in his arms
  • Jumin may not be the most experienced dad, but after that moment he knew that he would give his daughter all of the love he could because, besides you, she was his favorite person in the world

Seven

  • Seven would always joke around about being the best dad ever but he honestly was starting to become one
  • His sleep schedule is the worst so he’d always be ready to go to your son when he started crying
  • By some miracle, your son didn’t become a crying mess all that often, making both you and Seven extremely relieved
  • It took Seven a while to get the hang of changing diapers and getting the bottle ready, let’s just say there were lots of times when you had to help clean up the mess Seven made
  • But Seven would always let you sleep when your son cried at night because he cherished his time with his little boy
  • When the little Choi was being extra fussy and wouldn’t stop crying, Seven would lift him up and spin around in slow circles, telling his tiny son crazy made up stories
  • The smile his son would show made Seven’s heart melt, he finally had a family to call his own
  • “You know little guy, I never knew what it was like to have loving parents. But you’re never going to feel that way because me and your mom are going to love you for forever! And maybe someday if you’re extra good, I’ll take you to space with me!”
  • Your son always seemed to calm down whenever Seven was with him, realizing that your husband made a father-son bond that would never be broken
  • Seven would always spend as much time as possible with you and his son, making sure that his son would grow up in a family that was filled with lots of love

V

  • V already had a feeling that life was going to get a bit… messier when your twins had come into this world
  • He always had an immense amount of guilt for not getting the eye surgery sooner so that he could see his children
  • So V figured that taking care of your fussy twins at night would at least start to show how sorry he was
  • The twins weren’t easy to deal with, your son would try and crawl out of the crib and slobber on anything he could get his hands on while your daughter was a crying machine and would flail around whenever anyone would try and pick her up
  • V definitely had his work cut out for him
  • He was a terrible diaper changer and he usually ended up dropping the bottles of milk on the floor before even heating them up since it was still dark outside, not helping with his poor vision
  • But as time went on, V started getting more and more confident as well as helpful with his twins
  • He loved having them sit on his lap while he watched their eyes widen in wonder as V showed them his scrapbooks of photos
  • Granted, he had to be careful of his son’s drool and his daughter’s tears when handling the photos
  • “You two sure seem to like this photo a lot and I’m not surprised. Uncle Jumin took this one of mommy and me in the garden. I really love this photo, even though it’s pretty blurry, we still need to teach Uncle Jumin how to take photos when you two get older. I’ll have him take a photo of all four of us together when you both are bigger okay?”
  • Now every time V’s with the twins, they immediately start to crawl onto his lap waiting for a new scrapbook to be presented to them
  • V had become an amazing father to his twins, not that it surprised you, and when they did get old enough, V received the eye surgery to finally fully see his beautiful family

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  • Saeran was absolutely terrified about being a father and having a child to look after
  • In fact, Saeran was practically afraid of his son, he saw his own vulnerable self within his son, making Saeran think of his own awful childhood and wanting nothing to do with the little boy
  • You would usually end up taking care of your son day and night since Saeran would get flashbacks of his childhood and nearly had a panic attack once
  • But one night when you were feeling extremely sick and resting, Saeran heard his son crying from the room next door
  • Saeran cautiously went to his son’s room and yet again, panicked when seeing his son crying, reminding him of himself
  • But then his son looked Saeran right in the eyes, making Saeran freeze but realize that his son needed him and that nothing else mattered
  • He gently picked up his little boy and sat down on a rocking chair, softly shushing him and wiping his tears away
  • “I’m so sorry for not taking care of you and properly loving you. But you helped me realize something, you’re my son and nobody’s going to take you away from me. I promise to protect you and love you for forever so don’t be sad anymore okay?“
  • From that night on, Saeran became a super dad and wouldn’t let his son out of his sight, soon becoming a diaper changing and bottle making expert
  • His favorite thing to do with his son is to go sit outside and stare at the clouds, with Saeran usually chuckling when his son would get excited and point at the sky
  • Saeran soon became an amazing father and husband, he would always make it a point to tell both you and his son how much he loved and cherished you two

anonymous asked:

hiii! first lemme confess that I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WRITING SO MUCH YOU ARE MY GODDESS. And i was wondering if i can request mini fic on how will rfa+V/Saeran react that after a HUGE fight and misunderstanding MC just left them, was never seen and didn't make any contact. But two or three years later by coincidence they found her in another country (or city) with a child beside her that looks so identical to them (dunno if it will work for baehee ^^;;) AGAIN THANK YOU AND I WUV YOU HUGS ANDKISSES

AHHHHH YOU MADE MY DAY LOVELY ANON. I am so happy you like my writing <3. But wowwee this is an AMAZING request and I had so much fun writing this. Honestly, I don’t think Mini-Fics do this justice but I will post this diddly here and write a sequel post to this maybe next Saturday? :D I am going to keep this under the tab because it is SOOOO LONG GAHDAMN. Thanks so much and as always your love is much appreciated~ 

Show me and this post some love by FOLLOW/LIKE/REBLOG <3

Also I want to apologize to my Baehee lovers- I REALLY REALLY tried to figure out how to incorporate her into this, but I just couldn’t. I love baehee too but i just couldn’t I grant you all permission to stone me now D:

THANKIES MY BABIES <3

-ALSO SPOILER ALERT READ WITH CAUTION- 

Yoosung:

He was doing it once again; he compared you to her.

Hasn’t he realized by now, after two years of being together that you were

nothing like Rika?

Were you just her replacement?

All you wanted was for him to study, he had a huge exam coming up and he was still raging on LOLOL. You pulled the headphones off his head and he glared at you angrily, “What the hell, MC? I was in the middle of the game?” 

“Yoosung, you have your biochemistry exam tomorrow, you need to study and get some sleep or you will fail,” you said, annoyed that he was being upset with you for caring.

“God MC, can you just leave me alone? Who even cares? I’ll study when I am done playing,” he said as he glared at you once again, snatching the headphones out of your hands and placing them back on the top of his head

That was it. You have had enough and you went over and just unplugged the computer, inciting a loud yell from your boyfriend.

“Why the hell did you do that? I lost all of my progress. Why can’t you just understand and leave me alone? Rika would have.” He spat angrily.

You felt your heart shatter to pieces, tears now beginning to stream down your face. “Is that all I am to you? A replacement for the crush you had on your cousin?” You didn’t even wait for him to reply, you went into his room and pulled all of your stuff into a suitcase. 

You walked back out to find him sitting on the couch looking down at his hands. You saw that he was still upset, but so were you. You wanted nothing more but the best for him, you wanted to love and cherish him but you could only be yourself. You were your own person and nobody’s replacement. You opened the door, walking out of his life, looking back one last time you said, “Goodbye Yoosung, I hope that you get over her eventually.” With that, you were gone.

~

Three long years had passed, and Yoosung had regretted that day ever since. Why didn’t I just stop playing the stupid game? I did need to study for that exam, I threw everything away, I am so stupid.

Three long years had passed since MC had left him. After he calmed down he went to Rika’s apartment, hoping that she was there and that he could apologize. He opened the door to find it empty, he asked Seven to try locating her, but he couldn’t find her, all he knows is that she got onto a train and then the trail went dry. 

He had become depressed, the came home and trashed his computer, letting out all his pent out anger on the mechanic device, tears flowing down his face freely. He poured himself into work, finishing school with honors, to most of his professor’s surprises.

He took a year off before furthering his education, hoping to do some travel, to try forgetting the pain that etched his heart permanently. He was going to go backpacking in Switzerland, staying with a small host family in a tiny village. He hoped to learn something about the animal and plant life there but also hoping that the manual labor would help him forget his mistakes, what he had done.

He made the love of his life cry, and have all the happiness drain from his life. He felt a jolt as the car pulled up to the rural village. He stepped out to meet his host family and get settled down. He laid on the bed, contemplating if this really was the right thing to do. He felt tears leave cold trails down his cheeks it was so painful. He had to do something, to try getting over MC. He had ruined things, and he deserved every ounce of pain that he was receiving now. 

His ears perked at the soft succession of knocks on his door. He shot up, grabbing his head and groaning at the lightheadedness he was feeling. 

“Yoosung, the town has gathered to meet you, won’t you come say hello?” his host mother said cheerfully.

He knew he couldn’t decline, he got up and freshened himself up. He went outside to see a large group of people waiting anxiously outside for him. He introduced himself shyly as they exchanged pleasantries. He found himself wanting to escape, the sadness from thinking about MC still gnawing at his heart slowly.

 After what felt like hours, he went to his host mother and told her that he was going inside to begin unpacking. 

“Oh but wait, Yoosung, you have yet to meet one more person. She teaches at the local school here, hold on let me go grab her… oh, actually I see her making her way over here.” The host mother replied glibly.

 Yoosung was about to politely decline as he glanced back at the teacher. His eyes watered and the cadence of his heart had increased furiously. He felt all the blood rush to his head and began feeling lightheaded once again. This is a dream, right? There is no way MC would be here right?

He knew the answer, though. More so, he saw the answer when you two finally made eye contact, the blood drained from your face and you immediately stopped. It was like there was no one else around, that you two were the only two people in the whole world. The dam broke and tears began slowly falling from his eyes, as he whispered your name out loud, the first time in years. He began walking over to you, desperately trying to close the distance between the two of you, the distance that he had caused.

 He was shaken out of his reverie by a child, a little girl who clung onto you, “Mommy”. As the words came out of the young girl’s mouth Yoosung felt his heart sink. She moved on, she’s a mother now. He looked at you, heart breaking in his eyes and looked back at the child.

The child, feeling his gaze on him, finally looked over and made eye contact. Yoosung fell to his knees, he was finding it difficult to breathe, he was so confused. He was looking right into the same pair of Amethyst irises that were on his own face. What is going on? There’s no way…right? And with that, darkness clouded his vision as he closed the short distance to the ground with a soft thump.

~To be continued~


Zen:

You were late. It felt like your heart had dropped into your stomach, even before you saw the lines on the pregnancy test, deep down you knew, you were pregnant. So many emotions consumed you at once; you were terrified and extremely excited. You and Zen had made a baby out of your love. You were overjoyed, to say the least. You ran to text your lovely boyfriend. Your two year anniversary was coming up in a few days and asked him to come early that day, you were going to surprise him over dinner and you couldn’t wait.

It felt like an eternity waiting for your boyfriend to come home from rehearsal, you guys had a reservation and you were seriously cutting it close. You heard a knock at the door and you opened it to a bouquet of roses in front of your face, behind them your lovely silver haired boyfriend stood, grinning ear to ear.

“Happy Anniversary Babe,” he said as he pulled you in for a kiss. You felt so happy you were going to cry. Pulling away, you interlocked your fingers and rushed out onto the street. It was a beautiful day and you really needed to walk these nerves off. What better way to spend the day, with the man you love. You listened intently as he rambled on about practice and how he was in line for a new A-List movie.

Things really were looking up, Zen making his big break on the big screen and you were going to start a family together. You guys were finally seated, when you heard a shrill cry from the table near you, you saw a mother trying to calm her baby down, the father cooing lovingly at the child. You wondered if that is how it would be when you gave birth, your heart swelling with longing.

“Ugh, thank god that is not us babe,” Zen said as he scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I know I said I wanted to start a family with you, and I do, but there is no way I could be on my career track and have to worry about some brat”

You felt your heart shatter and you sank in your seat, “What do you mean by that Zen? I thought you wanted a family…” you asked as cautiously as you could without revealing your emotions to him.

“Hmm, I probably do, but having one

right now

would be a total inconvenience, ” he said as he picked at his food. “I’m just breaking the ice to become and A-Lister, it would be the end of my career if we had a kid now”

You felt your whole world shatter, an inconvenience. This is the man you love how on earth could you make him choose between you and his dream job. You kept up the happy façade as you continued to enjoy each other’s company for the night.

The next day, when Zen left for his final audition, he kissed you goodbye and for good luck. Little did he know it was the last time you would kiss him. You knew, that if he had to choose between his career and you, he would pick you. Wel, you hoped, part of you was terrified to find out, so you made the decision for him. You packed all of your things, and quickly scribbled a small letter for him and walked out, hoping that you made the right choice.

~

He had moved on. He was Zen, the award-winning A-List actor, men wanted to be him and women wanted to be with him. So why was he still hung up on MC?

It shattered his heart, him coming home, ecstatic, ready to share the news that he had landed the role. Only to find his house empty, every trace of her gone from his apartment, a simple note left on the table. I’m sorry Zen, I can’t do this anymore.

He hunted for her, looking everywhere but came up empty. She clearly did not want to be found. Where did he go wrong? Had he not loved her properly? Was she not satisfied because he was not a hot shot star yet? Did she find someone better? In the end, it was her loss, because he was now famous and couldn’t spare her a second thought. 

Yet every night, no matter who laid in bed next to him that day, he felt his mind wander to her. His needs were animalistic and emotions were too troublesome to deal with. He took what he needed to and they never heard from him again, he was not going to let someone play with him like that again. Yeah, he was totally over her. 

He was traveling to L.A, to shoot a scene for his new movie. Everything had been done smoothly, they were ahead of scheduled in the shooting and he had some down time. Why not sightsee? He loved the attention that he received for his unique looks and status, he paraded down the streets, window shopping, when he came across a small bookstore.

He felt the blood rushing in his ears, MC loved bookstores like this. He brushed the painful feeling that was swarming inside of him, as he casually walked into the store. He looked around, brushing his fingers against titles you used to love. Ah, I believe this one was her favorite yes?

As he pulled the book out, he heard someone, “Do you need help finding anything sir? That is a splendid read, my favorite actually.” He froze, he knew that voice, how could he forget. When he reads the letter, he hears it in that voice, the voice that completely broke his heart. His eyes hardened as he turned around, the temperature dropping considerably in the store as he met your eyes, your face blanching.

“Well well well, look who we have here. What was your name again? MD? Something like that no?” he claimed snarkily, as you flinched from the harsh words he spat at you. “Being the man I am, and the number of women I have been with, you all just kind of blur together.” 

“Nice to see you Zen,” you said as he saw you clench your jaw. “I am glad to see you’re doing well.” 

His ruby irises flashed in anger briefly, he was not going to let you have the satisfaction of knowing you could still affect him. He gave you a haughty laugh as he sneered, “Well of course after you left me, my life changed for the better. So maybe I should say thank you?” It took him everything he had to not visibly flinch in front of you, but he had to prove that he was doing better, that you still didn’t have your fingers in him. Even though all he wanted to do was pull your long tresses out of that ponytail and feel the silky strands against his fingers. He wanted to bury his hands in your hair as he pulled you close, his other hand on your waist as he felt the warmth of you lips against his, but he was not weak.

These past three years have hardened him and he was not going to let you uproot all of his hard work. “Have a nice life MC.” He said, noticing the sadness wash over your face as he abruptly walked out of the store. 

What on earth am I doing? He thought to himself, as he watched you. What am I a stalker now?

He didn’t know why, but his feet seemed to wander back to the little shop, he knew he was extremely conspicuous so he donned some sunglasses and a hat, which he tucked all of his hair into. He watched you, as you wiped a few stray tears from your face, his heart clenched. Had it been before he would have run into the store and kissed the tears away. However, this was not before and he was not the same naïve man he used to be.

 He watched as you checked the time and quickly locked the store up. He watched you and began following you. I simply want to see if she’s doing worse, to make sure that she’s not happier than she was when she was with me right? This is to only make me feel better since I’m totally over her.

He followed you for quite a while, admiring the view. Noticing that nothing had really changed. Minus the fact that before, his place would have been right next to you, holding your hand, cherishing you. Not longing for you from afar. He saw as you stood outside a daycare center, watching the children play. He had wanted to start a family with you, once he had secured his role in the movie, he was going to ask you to marry him that night, but apparently he was not good enough.

He wondered, was the man you were with right now, making you laugh like he had? Did he hold your hand like he always did? Did he wake up and make breakfast for you or tickle you like he had? Did he love you as passionately as he did? The mere thought made him clench his jaw tightly. Was he responsible for your smile now that Zen was deemed unworthy of that task?

His train of thought was broken and he felt his jaw drop. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He saw the child hugging MC, and MC speaking to him affectionately. He was shaking, he wanted to scream, to cry, anything. He was so confused. The little boy had a striking resemblance to him; it was like he was looking into his own crimson eyes. The boy even had the same white hair that his hands were gripping tightly. It was like looking at pictures of him again during the toddler stage.

Slowly, he made his way over. He stood behind, the woman who had crushed him. Completely and utterly destroyed him. He needed answers.

He saw your face ashen as you caught his eyes. He looked at you and the child repeatedly. Gears spinning in his head, it can’t be. There is no way, right? He continued to stare at the child, now shying away from your stares. A series of emotions rushed onto his face, joy, sadness, anger but most of all confusion. Finally, he gathered his nerves and look right at you, your eyes filled to the brim with tears, completely speechless.

“MC, there’s no way right?”

~To be continued~


Jumin:

“Honey, please, would you just tell me what is wrong? Did something happen at work? Why are you in such a terrible mood?” you asked the stoic man who sat across from you at the table, his metallic irises piercing yours as he glared at you. You felt yourself visibly flinch and shrink away from his cold glare.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” he spat out angrily. “I saw you today, flirting with the Director of Marketing, you were laughing quite shamelessly at what he said.”

You couldn’t believe your ears, you and Jumin had been engaged for two years now. In the beginning, he was scarily possessive when Elizabeth had run away. He eased up and slowed down and your relationship was amazing. You enjoyed time with each other, felt the love blossom between the two of you, but recently he had been regressing back into his jealous, possessive ways.

“Juju, honey, I promise. I was merely being polite and making small talk- you know that you are the only person my heart beats for, the only person I love so dearly,” you said softly, as you reached for his hand.

He ripped his hand away from yours harshly his eyes were stone cold. “Do I really know that? The Director of Marketing is very well off, you could be spreading your legs for him, for all that I know” he said, his voice laced with such disgust it made you feel as if you had done something wrong.

Tears began to well in your eyes, begging you to come out. No, you were not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. You merely looked at him, anger radiating off of you, as you were looking face to face with the man that just ripped your heart out and stepped on it like it was utter trash.

It felt like a millennia had passed before either of you said anything. Jumin was the first one to speak, “Perhaps you should leave, MC,” he said, as he turned around. “I need some time.”

You were done. You had given this man everything, and he crushed you. You simply could not do it anymore, the possessiveness, the jealousy, the accusations. It took all of your strength to stand up and walk away, you grabbed a suitcase and threw all of your essential into it and began walking out. You paused momentarily, taking off your engagement ring and placing it on the table, “You want time? Well now you’ve got it because I am done” you said venomously and with that, you walked out and away from the man that claimed your heart.

~

He said he needed time and that was this mistake, one of many he had made that night. When she walked out of his life, he thought that he would be able to locate her easily but she had completely wiped herself off the grid. She must have changed her name and created and alias because even seven couldn’t locate her. Jumin was not giving up, though. Even now, three years later, he still carried her engagement ring in his breast pocket.

He was on the plane, on the way to London, to speak to another potential business client, when he felt his mind wander to her, as it did most of the day. Day in and day out, he poured himself into his work, even giving up Elizabeth to Yoosung. It was completely his fault that she had left; he pushed her away, even throwing grotesque accusations at her. He overheard from his employees that the Director of Marketing was cheating on his wife and had his eyes set on his beloved. When he saw them talking all rational thought left his head and he couldn’t think straight. He knew that you would never betray him like that, you had given him more love and happiness than he deserved, he self-sabotaged everything he had going on and he despised himself for it.

He knew that she belonged to herself and that he could not control her. However, the very thought of losing her made him go insane. Life worked in mysterious ways because in the end he pushed her away and he was still miserable. He was not giving up, though, he would continue searching for her until his very last breath.

The one time that Driver Kim does not accompany him, everything seems do go wrong. He had finished the meeting he had with his business client and he was on his was back to his hotel when the car was having some issues. It seemed that it was going to take three hours for someone to come out and help, seeing that it was rush hour. Jumin’s head was throbbing, his heart was chronically aching but more so today, he decided that since he had no other options he would go for a walk. He was in London, some sight seeing surely would not hurt anyone.

He began walking down the street and came across and ice cream parlor, his mind wandered again to his beloved MC. He remembered how when they had gone on their first date, he insisted on going to a five-star restaurant but she denied. She said that she would pick and that Jumin had to wear casual clothing. Their first date was at an ice cream store, where they simply talked and enjoyed each others company, they then went to a park where they just sat and talked for hours and looked at the clouds. He found himself smiling to himself, missing her dearly.

He kept strolling on, passing a jewelry store, when a necklace caught his eyes. It was very simple, a crescent moon with a heart dangling to the center of the moon. He went into the store and purchased it, pleased with himself because he knew it would look wonderful on MC. She was always very simplistic, finding pleasure in the small things in life, never getting anything too gaudy or over the top. He felt himself cringe, as he remembered what he had said to her before he drove her away, her referred to her as parasitical, a gold digger. He was absolutely ridiculous because MC was anything but so. He felt his head begin to throb once again and the pain in his chest was unbearable at this point.

He spotted a small park across the street and decided to go sit down for a bit and maybe calm down. The park was very small and quaint, surrounded by nature. His mind began to wander to MC, as it had been all day. Oh how he missed her, he was a fool. He was kicking himself when he felt something again his leg. He looked up to see a ball against his leg, as he picked it up he heard the small patter of footsteps.

“Hey, Mister! That’s our ball you can’t steal it” he looked down to see two children running over to him as fast as their tiny legs could take them. The little girl had her raven hair tied in braids and the little boy’s raven hair flounced up and down as he ran over. He felt himself smile, but what struck him the most was that it was as if he was staring into his own eyes, since the children each had a pair of their own silver eyes, he found them absolutely adorable.

Bending down so he was on his knees in front of them, he handed the ball over to them and gently ruffled their hair. “There you go kids, make sure you be careful when you play,” he said to them as he felt himself smile once again softly.

“Woooooah. Hey, mister, you have silver eyes too?” the kids asked him, completely awestruck. “That is so cool” they squealed. “Mommy says that our daddy has silver eyes like us too, I hope we get to meet him one day”

He was about to reply to the children when he felt his heart stop beating. The blood in his veins ran cold, he rubbed his eyes roughly. This… surely this is a dream, right?

“Kids~ what did I tell you about running off?” he knew that melodious voice, he knew the owner of that voice. He turned his head and saw you, looking as beautiful as ever. Your long hair cascading effortlessly down your shoulders, worry painting your features. How was it possible for you to become even more beautiful?

Kids? She got married? Of course, she had gotten married, any man would be lucky to have MC, I should know. He turned his back to her and was about to say something to the children in front of him when they shot out from his arms.

“Mommy! We found out ball, that nice man over there helped us out” they said as they ran over to you. His blood ran cold once more. “Mommy? No way? That cannot be possible, that would mean that…” he thought to himself as he clenched his hand into a fist.

You let out a laugh and he felt his heart squeeze. He missed your laugh; it was one of his favorite sounds in the world. He craves for your smile and to feel your lips against his. “Well guys, let’s be polite and go say thank you to the kind sir” he heard you say, as he turned around.

He saw as his eyes met yours, the surprise on your face. He saw the color drain from your face completely. He saw a flash of anger that crossed your eyes. What pained him the most was the pain that was blatantly obvious on your face, seeing him caused you so much pain that he saw you physically flinch.

A whirlwind of emotions were flowing inside him for the first time in 3 years, he clenched his heart, eyes pleading with MC, begging her to say something, anything.

~To be continued~


Seven:

He was spiraling, regressing at a rapid rate. It all started a few days ago. Seven had been sitting at home for nearly a week, you decided to take him outside, so see that new scary movie and maybe look at the stars together. Honestly, you’d watch grass grow if you could be with Saeyoung.

He was in a better mood, happy to finally get a break from work and he always loved date night. Unfortunately, he was a secret agent and happiness was always short lived. Someone from another agency who was not too happy with Saeyoung, they grabbed you and shoved you to the ground.

Fists flew and there was shouting, the next thing you knew was that Saeyoung was carrying you up into your shared home. He gently placed you on the bed as he began cleaning your wounds. His shoulders began to shake as he broke down sobbing, apologizing endlessly. 

You grabbed his face and peppered it with kisses, reassuring him that you were strong. This slight plain was nothing than the pain you would be in if you couldn’t be by his side. Maybe that’s where it all went wrong you initially put the idea of not being by his side into his head.

He had gone back to how it was when you were back at Rika’s apartment. In fact, he might be even colder than he was back then. It was like the past two years of you two being together had not even happened. Whenever you would say something to him, he would give you cold responses, he even stopped going to bed with you. He simply did not sleep or slept in his workroom.

It was starting to drive you insane. You had enough, you stomped into his room as he gave you another cold glance and went back to typing rapidly. “Saeyoung, what is going on? Why do you insist on pushing me away?” you asked, pleasing your voice to stop shaking.

Sighing, he stood up and threw his headphones down, “Honestly, I’m getting tired of you, MC. You always nag me, bother me and harass me. You’re constantly smothering me! I feel suffocated in my own god damn home.” He yelled.

 You cursed yourself, as you felt yourself flinch at his harsh words. You knew this was a tactic, for him to just push you away. At least you hoped it was. Anxiety ate away at you sometimes, wondering if he meant anything that he said to you when he was like this.

You gathered yourself, feigning confidence, “Saeyoung please, I love you. I know that you’re just doing this to push me away. I love you more than anything in the world…please” you said, your voice breaking.

He let out a vicious laugh, and looked at you, his eyes hard. You nearly whimpered at the person before you, surely this wasn’t your lovely seven, this guy seemed to despise you. “See here’s the thing MC, I don’t think I love you. Not anymore. In fact, I don’t think I ever did, I think it was just that you were the shiny new toy in the RFA. I had to watch you and yeah I noticed that you had a nice ass that I could tap, but love? Don’t flatter yourself” a grim smile, plastered on his face.

Tears were now freely running down your face. The pain was bone crushing, you were left trying to catch your breath. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Was everything a lie? He never loved me? It was one sided this entire time? It would have hurt less if he had slapped you. 

“Well, since you clearly don’t feel the same, let me do you the favor of leaving. So I don’t bother you anymore.” You said quietly. You went into your shared bedroom and gathered your things. You went back into the workroom and quietly took off the pendant that Saeyoung had given you and left.

The wind was harsh, but the cold front that Seven had was worse. Being heartbroken was utterly unbearable. Sobs escaped you as you flagged down a taxi. You left the man that you loved more than anything in the world. Never looking back, hoping that maybe someday he would be happy, even if that meant it wasn’t with you.

~

It was for the best, he thought to himself. That day when his enemies had hurt her, he saw red. He was causing her pain, putting her in danger. He loved her more than anything, but she deserved better. She deserved a happy stable husband that can take her out on dates without the risk of being mauled and beaten. 

He was genuinely surprised when she had actually gotten up and left. Isn’t that what he wanted? He said some vulgar things to you, things that were not even remotely true. He watched as you got into a taxi and drove away. He knew this was for the best, that you deserved better, that you could do so much better than him.

He knew. Too bad he was a selfish bastard. Three weeks had gone by and he was out of tears. His heart was clenching with unbearable pain. He gave up and decided to go find her. To his surprise, it seemed that she did not want to be found. She watched as she bounced from taxi to taxi, confusing him. He was going mad, unable to even see her through CCTV’s. He had the love of his life, in his arms and he pushed her away. He fell back, tears stinging at his eyes once more. He deserves this, to be unhappy; she was always too good for him. He had hurt her so he would live life miserably knowing that he caused all of this.

It has been three years and not a day goes by where he doesn’t think of MC. He reverted back to his 707 persona, acting like everything was okay, when it most certainly was not. Alas, he was travelling and that always took his mind off of things. He had to fly over to New York, to see the launch of some fancy new tech. During the plane ride, he couldn’t help but think of you, as he felt the cold metal of his pendant against his chest. A harsh reminder to him everyday of what he had lost. 

New york was busy and bustling, just how he liked it. No one knew him here and no one cared. He attended the tech launch and was bored out of his mind. He decided to make his way over to a diner to grab some food as he smiled to himself softly. You would so proud of me MC, I’m having a meal that doesn’t entail hbc or phd pepper.

He pulled out his laptop, and began finishing up some last minute work for Vanderwood. Well, he tried too. His mind kept wandering to you, how much he searched for you and hoped to see you just even it was a small glimpse. Groaning, he pulled up all of the security footage in the entire state of New York, it was a long shot but he ran a facial recognition scan through all of the security footage.

He knew it would take a while, he sat and patiently waited, trying so very hard to not get his hopes up. His hopes to find you, because what were the chances that you were here? His thoughts were filled to the brim with you, the first time you kissed, the first time he laid eyes on you, he always knew, you were the one. 

There was no one else for him. He loved you so dearly but he’d rather be alive and well if it meant you couldn’t be by his side. He jumped as he heard his laptop ping quietly. No way. You were here, in New York.

He saw that you worked at a office building on the other side of town and that you would be leaving in an hour and a half. He quickly paid his bill and bolted out of the restaurant. He hailed a taxi and gave him the address. His heart was pounding and he felt a sudden rush of adrenaline. He could see her. He didn’t even need to talk to her. He just wanted to silently watch her and make sure she was all right, that she was happy. 

The taxi finally pulled up next to the large office building, just in time to see her walking out. Seven pulled his hood over his head and kept his eyes low and rounded the corner. He watched her as she walked outside, looking as radiant as ever. She was older and more beautiful than he could ever imagine. To his irritation, he saw that she walked outside with one of her male coworkers, who seemed to be hitting on her. She politely smiled and declined, seven felt his heart swell with happiness.

He knew that he shouldn’t hold her back and that he should be happy for her. He was the one that ruined things between them. He quietly followed her, longing for her as she went on with the rest of her day.

He watched her, she seemed more voluptuous than before, curves that turned him on more than anything. It took him everything he had to not grab her butt everytime it caught his eye. She had cut her long hair, and it was now shoulder length, she always had a baby face but this made her look even younger. He watched has her locks bounced with every step she took. 

They turned into a residential area, he jumped when he heard her groan. She paused briefly and seven bent down to pretend to tie his shoe. He heard her curse as she pulled off her heels, and held them in her hands as she resumed her pace. He laughed silently to himself, looks like some things never change.

He watched as she walked into a nearby park, filled with a few kids. He was surprised to hear her yelling and even more surprised when he saw a child run into her arms. She fell back laughing, smothering the child with kisses, as she did to him once. His heart stopped beating. The child had red hair and his own amber eyes, even more so the child was wearing glasses. He began to shake, there was no way this could be right? Surely God was this cruel?

Deep down, he knew the answer. He just didn’t want to admit it to himself. That child was his, born from the love he and MC had. His heart swelled in love and affection when his breath hitched in his throat. I abandoned MC, while she was pregnant with our child. I’m a fucking monster. 

He fell to his knees groaning, grabbing his shirt, the pain in his chest unbearable. “S-Saeyoung?” his head snapped up to look straight into MC’s. She held the child to her, and he was the spitting image of Saeyoung. He looked at the child and back at MC. His brain trying to find the words to say, what on earth could he say?

His heart shattered when he heard her inhale. Tears were flowing gently down her cheeks heartbreak was prevalent on her face, engraved in her eyes. He couldn’t say anything; he just stared at her. He was the cause of all of this. He came, crashing into her life, creating a mess and then simply leaves and here he was once again creating a mess. He was terrible for her, but he wanted, more than anything. He never stopped loving her, not even for a second, he wanted to be a part of his sons life, but he simply could not find the words to say.   

“Mommy? Why are you sad?” the tiny redhead said as he wiped MC’s tears, shooting a tiny glare at Seven.

 He felt his heart swell with pride. Ah yes son, good job protect your mother. The worst thing for her in this world is me.

~To be continued~


V:

You were constantly living in her shadow. She tormented and tortured V for years. Abusing him so severely that he still was under the impression that he owed her something. It made you feel sick. You tried to not let that bother you but it was certainly weighing down on your relationship with V.

How could he still even think of her? That bitch? That’s why when he accidentally called you, “Rika” your blood ran cold. You couldn’t help the tears that began pooling in your eyes as you looked at your lover.

He didn’t even realize his mistake; he just kept on talking, as if nothing had happened. He looked and saw that you were on the verge of tears, “MC, I apologize, I was simply confused for a second…” he tried to explain.

“Is that all I am for you V, a replacement for Rika? Because from where I stand she will always be your number one and I can’t keep being beat by some woman that treated you so poorly. Not when I love you this much,’’ you said as you began sobbing into your hands.

 Loving him was becoming way too painful, you couldn’t help your selfishness, “V, I’m sorry but I don’t think you love me.” His jaw dropped as he watched you get up and grab your things. You quickly packed your bags, willing yourself to not cry. You were the one who was ending things, why was it so painful?

You grabbed your things and made your way to the door. You paused momentarily and looked back at the blue haired man sitting on the couch. He was staring at his hands, thinking silently. “Goodbye V.” and like that you were gone. 

You made your way outside, looking back. Leaving behind the man you loved more than anything in the world. Tears began falling rapidly down your face once again. There’s no way he’s going to come after me-he still loves her.

~

He failed Rika once and now he failed you. I don’t think you love me. Those words have haunted him for the past three years. He loved you more than anything, more than he ever loved Rika, but he still ended up hurting you. 

Seeing you in tears had broken him. He never wanted to be the cause of your sadness, of your tears, but he always was. He was frustrated, angry with himself for letting the love of his life out of his reach. He wanted to run after you, beg you not to leave, that you held a far more special place in his heart thank Rika ever did. You were his soul mate, his life partner. But how could he?

 He didn’t deserve you. You were leaving him and he would let you. If that is what it meant for you to be happy, for tears to stop flowing down your face, then he would suffer so that you could be happy. 

He did his best to get his mind off of you. The travelled constantly, pouring himself into his work, not coming back to Korea in 3 years. Was it successful? Not in the least. On every adventure he went on, the more he missed you. The late night phone calls or him constantly sending you pictures, hell he still bought you a souvenir from every place he visited.

He was back in town finally, for the first time in years. He wondered if you were happy? Had you moved on, did you love someone else now? Were they treating you right? He felt his heart throb at the thought of you being loved by someone other than him. He endured it though, if someone were more qualified to love you then he would graciously hand you over.

He started at the suitcase full of souvenirs that he brought back for you. Surely things were a bit awkward, but you guys could work at being friends right? He decided that he would go visit you-to deliver the souvenirs since it would be wasteful if he didn’t give them to you. He called Luciel immediately, asking him to track you down.

Luciel picked up right away, “V?! Are you back in Korea? It’s been three years we all thought you died?”

 “Luciel please, can you find MC, I need to talk to her.” V replied calmly.

Luciel’s tone shifted, hardening a bit, “Yeah V, you guys really need to talk. I can’t believe you did that to MC. That’s between you and her, I will text you the address.” And with that the hacker was gone.

He knew the RFA was probably disappointed in him and MC splitting up. He knew things would be weird that’s why he left, without saying a word to anyone. He did not want to force them to choose between him and her. He would simply suffer by himself silently, as he always did.

He made his way to MC’s house and rang the doorbell. His heart was beating considerably fast. He was definitely still enamoured with her. He couldn’t help it, three years was not enough time to forget the love of your life.

 He heard the lock click and the door open, his heart raced even more as he looked into the face of his beloved. She was as beautiful as he remembered. She was so shocked to see him she dropped her phone and covered her open mouth. Various emotions fleeted over her features; anger, happiness and most prominently sadness.

Her eyes welled up with tears as she looked at him. All he wanted to do was confort her like he used to. Just pull her into a crushing hug, whispering sweet nothings into her ears. He gave her a bashful smile, “MC is it alright if I come in? I wanted to talk to you, maybe catch up” 

His smile fell promptly as he saw you gather yourself and shake your head vigorously, “I don’t think that’s a good idea V” He felt his heart shatter, the pain was startling. He was about to rebuttal, when he heard a tiny voice from inside call his attention.

“Mommy? Where’d you go?” “Mommy? Ah, so she did move on” he thought to himself bitterly. He had disappeared for three years, what did he expect? For her to welcome him back with open arms? To have things go back to what they were, her and him hopelessly in love?

He forced himself to swallow the pain that was beginning to build up inside him. He was about to tell her the reason for his visit and excuse himself out of her life once again. When he caught a glimpse of the young boy. He looked at MC, tears now running down his own face.

The child, had his blue hair and MC’s eyes. It was so very clear who the parents of this child were, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to believe it. This is a dream right? There is no way this little boy is my son? That I abandoned MC and missed the first few years of my child’s life?

He looked into MC’s eyes and he felt his eyes plead with hers. Please tell me I didn’t leave you alone like this. The answer was displayed clear as day on her face. He wasn’t surprised, he had hoped it was true and it was. This was their son. Why hadn’t MC said anything to me?

He grabbed her and pulled her into a tight hug, “please MC, tell me what’s going on.”

~to be continued~


Saeran:

You didn’t know what to do and you were complete terrified to your wits end. You had taken a pregnancy test and it came back positive. You were thrilled that you were carrying the being that came from your and Saeran’s love. You were absolutely ecstatic but you were terrified, you had never had this conversation with him before. Hell you didn’t even know if he wanted kids.

You ran to meet him at the ice cream shop, where you went every evening. You caught glimpse of your adorable red headed muffin standing outside, patiently waiting for you. You loved him so much, and he was working so very hard every single day for you. You snuck behind him and hugged him tightly. You felt him exhale and softly laugh, turning around and grabbing your face, bringing your lips to his own.

 You walked in and ordered your usual order, a banana split with your three favorite flavors. Usually you ate inside the parlor, but you insisted on taking a quick walk to the park to sit and eat there, the fresh air would do you both some good right?

Saeran went along with whatever you wanted, ad you sat at the bench, you saw a family with four rambunctious kids walk by. They were all screaming and your heart plummeted, you wondered if that would be you one day. Having a million kids  and hating your life. You cleared your throat, “Oh my gosh, Saeran, look at that family and how many kids they have, isn’t that cute?” you prodded cautiously.

He wrinkled his nose, “You think that’s cute? Kids are totally gross and they seem like their annoying. If you want to deal with someone immature then why not just talk to my brother?” he said as he shoveled another bite of ice cream into his eager mouth.

You lost your appetite completely; he doesn’t want kids? You felt a bit depressed; you wanted a family so very badly. You decided to drop this for now, deciding on the best time to bring it up to him again.

You two walked back home and feel captive to exhaustion. You had slept for a few hours, when you woke up to some noises, pounding to be exact. You woke up and glanced at your phone, the harsh light burning your unadjusted eyes. It was 3am, what on earth? You reached over to ask Saeran if he heard that noise as well, when your hands touched the empty sheets. 

He wasn’t there. You knew what this was. You shot up out of bed and ran to search for him. You found him in the living room, groaning and punching the wall repeatedly. Blood was dripping off his knuckles.

 “Saeran, please honey, it’s me. Come back to bed so I can treat your wounds.” You asked calmly.

 “No. No. NO.” he yelled. “I can’t do this. Pretend that everything is okay and that I am happy. I still feel that bitch in my head and I can’t do this. I can’t be with you. You need to leave.

 You felt your heart drop, “Please Saeran, you don’t mean that, just come on back to bed” you said as you gently reached for him. You felt a sting as he slapped you hand away, tears sprung into your eyes, not from the pain but simply because you were shocked at his cold reaction.  

Don’t tell me what I mean okay? I can’t be with you MC. It’s too hard. Please just leave me alone and get out of my life. I don’t want you anymore; you are just burdening me at this point” he spat angrily.

You were surprised that the tears that threatened to fall hadn’t yet. You looked at him for a few minutes before finally acknowledging it. You couldn’t be there for him. You weren’t helping him. You were making things worse. You went into the room and packed your suitcase, silently, shocked at how composed you were being.

Placing a hand on your stomach protectively, you thought to yourself that maybe this was for the best. If you were so burdensome to him, imagine what the child would be? You would suffer as much as you could but there was no way you were going to let Saeran or this child suffer. You had failed him in loving him, and you would regret it forever.

 You heaved the backpack on your shoulders, and looked at him once more. Looking at the man that held your heart, your entire being. “Saeran, I am so sorry I failed you. I hope you find happiness, I will love you forever” you turned and walked out of the apartment. The tears that you were holding back finally released themselves, your shoulders shook as you cried for your love that just ended. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. You know what they say, “if you love something, set it free, if its meant to be it will come back.” Please god, let Saeran come back to me.

~

He knew he fucked up. Saeyoung knew he fucked up. Hell even Elizabeth knew he fucked up. He sent her away, the love of his life. All because he felt himself relapse for a tiny bit. When they had gone to the park, he felt so much love for her it scared him, he watched families pass them by and longed for that. He looked forward to the day that he and MC could start a family of their own.

She must have caught him staring because she asked him about kids and he shot the idea down immediately. He didn’t want to worry her or have her think that he was pressuring her into starting a family. He wanted to first get better, before even thinking about that.

He had so many issues to work out, he did not even know if he was qualified to be a father but he wanted to try so that he could be happy with you. Well that was before he messed up and pushed you away. The emotions that he had for you were overflowing, and he was constricted. He was scared. You held the power to destroy him, break his heart and that terrified him. So what did he do? He broke his own heart, and unfortunately yours in the process.

He hoped that you moved on, and finally found someone that cherished you and gave you everything you deserved. Everything he couldn’t give you. That was a lie. He secretly hoped that after all these years, you still wanted him, that you loved him like he loved you.

He tried so hard to find you, but he couldn’t. All of the leads and trails you had left came up dry, it seemed like you didn’t want to be found. Saeran couldn’t blame anyone but himself and he shut down. He knew his brother was getting worried, especially when he surprised Saeran with tickets for them to visit Tokyo.

He agreed, much to Saeyoung’s surprise. He needed something, anything to get his mind off of the throbbing pain in his chest. He felt frustrated that he couldn’t find MC; he hated himself for ever letting her go, for hurting her so badly. He would endure it because surely MC put up with worse when she was with him.

They got on the plane when he noticed Saeyoung was acting weird. He cast him a sideway glare, “What’s wrong with you idiot brother? Why are you acting so odd-well more odd than usual at the very least” he asked suspiciously.

Saeyoung looked at him and winked, “Oh~ don’t mind me. I am just excited to go on a family vacation” “Yeah right” Saeran thought to himself, “this guy is up to something.”

He felt himself, drift of, thinking once again of his beloved MC, back to a time when things were good and happy. When she was his.

He felt someone shove him roughly, and he opened his eyes angrily, glaring at the perpetrator. “Come on brother, we’re here sleepy head” Saeyoung chirped cheerfully. He made his way down the steps stretching, taking in the flashing lights of the city. He followed Saeyoung silently, through the streets, maneuvering their way to their destination.

You both had finally reached your destination, an onsen. Saeran glared at his brother angrily, “What the hell stupid brother? We past like 8 onsens that were much nicer than this dump, are you telling me that we travelled all this way for this place?”

Saeyoung looked at his brother lovingly, and hugged him. Saeran was taken aback and fought the urge to shove him away, “Just trust me brother, go to that house over there across the street, just knock on the door and I don’t know ask to borrow some sugar or something” he replied glibly, as he grabbed all the luggage and hauled them inside the beat up hotel.

Begrudgingly, Saeran did as he was told, he knocked on the door and waited for a response. He didn’t hear anything so he knocked once more becoming impatient, hating that he was the butt of his brother’s joke.

He was about to turn and leave when he heard the door slowly creak open. He looked down two see two little girls, look up at him. They were about three or four years old with shocks of red hair mopping the tops of their heads. He thought they were absolutely precious, which was surprising because he usual shied away from kids.

“Can I help you with something Mister? Our mommy said she would be right over” the girls asked simultaneously. He smirked, as he knelt down, looking at them affectionately. “You guys are twins right? I know this because me and my id- brother are twins too and when we were your age we said everything at the same time” he said with a soft grin.

“Woah really Mister? That’s so cool! Everyone here makes fun of us because we have red hair like our daddy. No one likes playing with us at the park so we always play together” the little girl said. He felt his heart clench. He knew exactly how sad it was to be ostracized and left out.

“Hey hey, don’t tell anyone I told you this, but only the coolest kids have red hair” he said winking to the girls, as the squealed. He pulled his beanie off and said, “See even I have red hair just like you guys!”

The girls were ecstatic, clapping their hands happily as they touched his hair. He felt a warm aura surround him, a happy aura on that he used to experience when he spent time with MC. He was distracted playing with the little girls on the steps of their house.

He didn’t even sense the presence standing behind him; he didn’t hear their footsteps approach. He only heard them whisper their name, “S-Saeran?” He froze, rubbing his ear because surely he must have misheard right?

He looked up at the lips that had just uttered his name. He knew those lips, he had heard so many sounds from those lips, felt them against his own. What where they doing here? He was so confused. Surely this was a dream right? There’s no way MC would be standing in front of him.

The children notice her behind him and their eyes lit up. “Mommy!” they squealed as they clung onto MC, yammering about the nice man that was playing with them. She smiled at them affectionately before looking back to stare at Saeran. Wait mommy? If they called her mommy then that would mean that I-. There is no way, absolutely not. This is not happening.

Saeran ears were filled with the sound of his blood rushing rapidly. There were so many things going through his mind right now. MC had his child, and took care of it herself? Not one but two kids, all by herself.

His face paled, and his hands began to shake. He looked at her, tears filling his eyes. He didn’t know what to do.

Saeran wai-” he heard MC call after him. He didn’t know what to do, what to think, what do say. So he did the only thing he could do. He ran.

~to be continued~


WHOOOO. HOLY SHIT THIS TOOK ME NINE HOURS TO WRITE TF. AND I DID IT IN ONE SITTING KILL ME So I just want to thank you lovely amazing people for going thru and reading this. Seriously, props because this was long af. If you read all of the fics teh DAYUM GOOD JOB SON. Let me know what you guys think about the little ficlets :D As always, thanks for reading this <3 Also I apologize, but the longer I wrote it the lazier I became, as you can tell some of the fic kinda suck in comparison to the other hehehe pls don’t kill me

I Choose You | Part 1

Jimin x Reader

Genre : Angst, Fluff, Smut

Part 1 | Part 2 (coming soon)

Summary : At age ten, you met Park Jimin. At age thirteen, you had your first kiss. When you were fifteen, you fell in love. At the age of sixteen, you made love, and at eighteen; you experienced heartbreak.

Author’s Note : Here it is! A Jimin fanfic requested by @therecomespringday. I had so much fun writing this, and part two will be out soon! Sorry if this chapter was short, but I’ll let you know that the next part will be way longer!! Thanks, I hope you enjoy, loves (sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, I didn’t have time to edit but I will later)!

Inspired by Seventeen’s “Don’t Wanna Cry.”


“Please step through,” the tall, broad-shouldered security guard hummed as he gestured for you to go through the metal detector that stood before you.

Striding towards the awaiting machine, you make sure that all of your jewelry and other items were placed in the small plastic bin that lay on the conveyor belt so that you wouldn’t have to be check by hand.

As you entered the detector, you shivered at the thought of the middle-aged man slowly and sinfully feelings the curves of your body as he “checked” for any dangerous objects on your person. The last time you went through one of these, the bright lights on the side of the machine turned an angry red as it made sounds similar to that of a shrieking girl. The rather young security guard then led you to the side as he caressed your waist and under your breasts, a crooked grin gracing his chapped lips; just because you forgot to take your belt off.

Nope, you thought. I am not going through that again.

Fortunately, the device did not go off, and you let out a breath that you didn’t even know you’d been holding in. “You’re all set!” the man grinned before waving his hand violently as an indication that you needed to hurry up and move get your items so the others can get checked as well.

Grabbing your jewelry - along with your cell phone and nap sack, you quickly make your way towards the Starbucks nearby before striding towards your assigned aisle. Taking a seat in one of the Navy blue chairs, you stare blankly at your left hand - specifically at the Sterling silver DiamonLuxe ring that was slipped onto the finger right next to your pinky.

He had given it to you for your sixteenth birthday, and he’d gotten one similar to it; just without the rather girly diamonds that decorated the middle of the ring. You both promised to never take it off, not even in the shower - but you weren’t so sure if he was still keeping that promise now.

Maybe he forgot about it altogether.

.

“Thank you - enjoy your flight, ma'am!” the middle-aged woman beamed as she handed your passport back to you, gesturing for you to enter the hall.

“Thank you,” you smile before scurrying down the wide hall that lead to the entrance of the airplane.

Once you found your seat - which was 34B, you happily threw your nap sack onto the ground and plopped down into the cushioned seat, immediately sitting back and letting your eyelids flutter shut. That is, until you heard a low grunt coming from your right.

Snapping your eyes open, you turn to find a tall, handsome man - who looked like he was in his early twenties, seated beside you as he typed away on his phone.

After getting a better look at the man’s features, you concluded that he wasn’t handsome; he was utterly breathtaking. The sparkle in his eyes, the round tip of his nose, his two front teeth that reminded you of a bunny, and even his flawless, milky white skin - everything about him screamed beautiful.

“Ah, hello!” he said, a bright smile gracing his light pink lips, and you noticed the small freckle that layed about a centimeter above his chin.

“Hi,” you smile.

“ Hi, I’m Jungkook.” he laughs beams, his eyes forming little cresents.

“I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you,” you say as you hold out your hand, to which Jungkook takes hold of before giving it one firm shake. “Nice to meet you, (Y/N).”

Jungkook’s eyes then avert to your left hand, and his eyes light up with delight and admiration. “Are you married?” he asks, nodding towards your Sterling silver ring.

A sudden pang of guilt, sadness, and emptiness floods your chest - and your features turn stone cold, emotionless, but your eyes are sad and Jungkook notices. “Hey, I’m sorry if I said something wrong. I know I just met you, and I’m horrible for intruding-”

“No, no I’m fine. Sorry - but no, I’m not married. My ex-boyfriend gave this to me six years ago. I still love the guy, I’m such a butt for still believing,” you sigh, tears welling up in your eyes. “Believing in something that’s not going to happen - at least not again.”

The tears began to overflow, falling onto the apples of your cheeks, and you looked away in shame. Jungkook reluctantly raised an arm to your cheeks before swiping his thumb under your eye, and doing so to the next one. “Hey, don’t cry (Y/N). It’s going to be okay in the end. You’ll get over it; I promise,” the boy cooed as he rubbed small circles on your back.

“I’m sorry for crying and ranting about my problems to you,” you sigh when you managed to hold in the rest of your tears. “No, it’s fine. I don’t mind, plus if you want to let it all out - we have fourteen hours, and I’m a good listener,” Jungkook nodded before returning his hand to the arm rest on his seat.

Would telling Jungkook about your past be a good idea? The only person that knows of this was your best friend, but you never told him about how you felt; not recently anyways. Keeping your feelings in were never a good idea, plus the guy seemed nice.

Letting out a sigh, you turn to Jungkook as you no your head. “Okay, but it’s a long story,” you said.

“Don’t worry; we have time.”


You we’re ten years old when you met Park Jimin. He’d moved into the house next to yours, and you watched as he hopped out of the palladium silver van - a soft stuffed panda in hand.

“Mommy, look!” the child yelped as he pointed in your direction with his short, stubby index finger. “I told you there’d be kids my age here!” Your eyes widened to the size of saucers as the boy flashed a grin at you. You sat criss-cross on the front lawn, Barbie dolls scattered around you.

“Would you like to say hi?” you heard a woman ask, the mother of the loud child you figured. By that time, your own mother spotted the little boy - and she sprung up from the garden and rushed over to you, leaning towards you ear to whisper to you.

“Go over and say hello, (Y/N). Don’t be shy - would you like me to come with you?” Peering up at your mother, you shake your head no before getting to your feet and sauntering over to the family.

As soon as you set foot on their lawn, the small child came rushing to your side, enveloping you in a hug - as if you’d known him for years. “Hi, I’m Park Jimin!” he said when he let go of you, his panda in his left hand. “(Y/N),” you smiled, cheeks burning red.

Jimin was an adorable boy; his round face, his smooth, chubby cheeks, and his sparkling eyes that lit up when he heard your name. “(Y/N)! That’s a cute name,” he giggled. “I’m glad I have a friend in my new neighborhood.”

“Friend?” you asked. Was he just going to call you a friend when you just met? “Yeah!” he smiled, and then his face dropped. “Unless… Do you not want to be my friend, (Y/N)?” Jimin looked as if he’s cry any moment, his narrow eyes filling with tears.

“No, I do Jimin!”

And then he was back to his bubbly self. “Really? Oh my gosh, I’m so happy! You’re going to be such a great friend, I can tell!” Jimin then wrapped his slender arms around your waist, pulling you in for a tight hug.

He nuzzled into the junction between your neck and shoulder, and you felt the small grin that crept onto the boy’s face when you hugged him back.

For the rest of the summer, you and Jimin spent time together - everyday. Sometimes, you’d go to his house; other times, he’d go to yours. When school started, you both ended up in the same class.

Well, scratch that. Park Jimin went to the principal, screaming and begging to be placed in the same room as you. When Mr. Kim finally obliged, Jimin leaped in the air with joy, plush stuffed panda in hand - as usual.

Fifth to seventh grade went by rather quickly, Jimin always finding a way to end up in your classes - and you didn’t mind either. Jimin had grown into a handsome young boy; his jet black hair now dyed chocolate brown, which made him look even more attractive. His chubby cheeks were still there, however they were slimmer than when he was ten.

Park Jimin made other friends, yes, but he always made time for you as well - and he even introduced you to some of them.

You we’re thirteen when you had your first kiss. You’d been out with your best friend, Seokjin - who was three years older than you, so he was able to drive. It was your birthday, so he took you out for hibachi. Of course Kim Seokjin would take you out to eat; he loves food.

Giggling to yourself, you sit back in the cushions of the passenger seat. “What’s so hilarious?” Seokjin asked, giving you a side glance before turning his attention back to the road. “Oh, nothing,” you lied.

“(Y/N), you’re my best friend - I know something’s up.” And then he paused, his handsome face turning a bright red. “Were you thinking about how savage I am when it comes to food?!” he giggled, shaking his head playfully.

“Haha, you got me there.”

The rest of the day was filled with excitement; hibachi, the movies, the mall, ice cream - the list could go on. Jimin buzzed your phone hundreds of times, but you ignored it. You didn’t want to talk to him right now, not when he forgot something so important. It was when you hopped back into Seokjin’s car that he asked you where Jimin was.

“What happened to Jimin? I saw how many times your phone was ringing; was that him?” Turning to you, the older got the answer without you even speaking. Your face was contorted into a mixture of hurt, guilt, and betrayal.

“Oh my God, what did he do?” Seokjin then grabbed your wrist, forcing you to look him in the eye as he continued. “Do I need to tell him about himself?”

“No, it’s okay. It’s just… I’m a little hurt that he forgot my birthday. Wait no, he didn’t forget it - he knew, he just wanted to hang out with his little friends.” You knew you shouldn’t be so harsh on Jimin, maybe you could’ve answered his calls - but you started to have feelings for him, like a little crush you guessed. You wanted him to care about you as much as you cared about him.

“It’s alright, love. I’ll take you back home and we can do something to cheer you up, okay?” he smiled, and when you nodded - he leaned in to give you a small kiss on the cheek.

When you arrived to your home - at about 8:30 pm, you found Jimin standing in the driveway, flowers in hand as he watched you through hooded eyes. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight, what was going on? Did he feel sorry for the way he acted?

While you looked shocked, Seokjin let out a deep chuckle as he parked his car. “(Y/N), happy birthday!” he beamed, pulling you in for a tight hug.

“What the hell is going on?” you questioned, eyes still wide with shock.

“Well, Jimin and I decided that I’d take you out for the day, and he’d have you for the evening. The whole ‘he doesn’t care about my birthday’ act was apart of it too.”

No words were able to be formed as you stepped out of the vehicle and almost sprinted towards Jimin. The handsome boy handed you the flowers, the sweet smell reaching your nose, and you sighed in content.

“(Y/N), happy thirteenth birthday. I love you so much, you don’t even know,” he smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. Your eyes widened even more - if that was possible, and your heart began to beat wildly, blood rushing to your cheeks.

“Jimin, I -”

“(Y/N), I’ve loved you since the first day I met you; when I hopped out that van with my little panda bear. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way - but I just had to let you -” he began but you cut him off with a light slap to his chest.

“Park Jimin, would you shut up? I was going to say; I love you too.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, Jimin’s soft lips were pressed against yours, his strong arms snaking around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. It wasn’t a nasty kiss - no, you were only thirteen; but it had meaning to it. Passion, love, all types of emotions.

When Jimin finally broke the kiss, you heard Seokjin clapping his hands as he made his way to you. “How cute, I hope this little thing you guys have going on will blossom into unconditional love!” he said, encasing you in yet another hug - this time from behind, and his lips met the flesh of your cheek once more.

What the three of you didn’t know was that the love you and Park Jimin shared was more than unconditional; your love was stronger than anything in this world….

Especially when you were sixteen.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you will continue the Brian and Ellen au? I love it so so much 💗

Hi anon - I decided to write a new twist on Brian and Ellen’s story instead. Enjoy! xoxo, Mod Gotham


Claire Beauchamp tapped her foot impatiently on the linoleum, lips pursed, watching the other students file into the room.

A creative writing class – a birthday gift from her roommate Geillis. It would be a nice break from all those biology and physiology courses, she had said – and a chance to meet people who weren’t interested in sickness for a living.

Claire’s eyes followed two sensitive-looking men – all henley shirts and skinny jeans and moccasins – twins – as they shuffled in and sat near the door.

When was the last time she had had to write something that wasn’t a lab report or a research paper? What business did she have trying to string her own words together, when clearly there were so many more qualified people who would gladly do it? Who had more experience doing it?

“All right!” he head swiveled to the center of the horseshoe-shaped tables, where an older but still strikingly beautiful woman threw her thick black hair back over her shoulders. “Welcome to the Writing Workshop. Where there are no rules, except to be nice to your fellow writers and their fragile egos.”

Nervous, tired, tentative laughter.

“I’m Diana, and I’ll be your instructor.” She bent to type into her laptop, turquoise rings flashing in the fluorescent light. “We’ll be going through a series of three prompts today, and I’ll allocate – ”

Quietly the door swung open, and a strikingly tall man with a shock of red hair slunk in, heading for the only open seat – beside Claire.

“And I’ll allocate fifteen minutes per prompt. Then we’ll workshop a bit, take a quick break, and we’ll start it all over again.”

The young man flipped open his backpack and pulled out a battered laptop, emblazoned with heavy metal band stickers and a gigantic saltire flag. His elbow brushed against hers – Claire turned, and he offered a quick, devastating smile of apology.

“Now, you don’t have to follow the prompt, of course – but it’ll be easier for your workshop partner if you do. Ready?”

Claire swallowed.

“All right – the first prompt is just one word, ‘surprise.’ Fifteen minutes. Go.”

Immediately there was a rush of paper as the students began furiously scribbling in their notebooks.

Mind absolutely blank, Claire stared at the blinking cursor on her laptop screen.

Bloody hell.

The man to her left also did not start right away – but turned his head, clearly thinking.

Well then, Beauchamp – you’ve had plenty of surprises in your life. Should be easy to translate one into a writing exercise…

I don’t think I ever said goodbye. “Good morning,” definitely. “I love you,” I hope. But how could a five-year-old ever consider that the life she knew would ever change?

 

My mother was always very well-dressed – flowing skirts and colorful blouses and beautiful, shining hair. She didn’t have the curls I was born with – those came from my father’s side. He was always much more sedate – I don’t ever remember him not wearing a business suit. He worked a lot, had built a successful law partnership and was willing to do whatever it took to keep the practice going.

 

I don’t remember him nearly as well as my mother. He would read to me at night, and tuck me in, and taught me how to ride a bicycle when I turned five (and kissed my skinned knees all better). But my memories are more like images – disconnected snatches of smells and sounds and the way the light would shine off his glasses when he worked late in his home office.

 

Mommy and I spent a lot of time together – in the park, at the library, at home playing with dolls or cooking in the kitchen. She loved me, and cared for me, and even at that young age I knew I was happy.

 

I’ve never liked driving – or riding in – convertibles because the last time I saw them, Daddy was tooting the horn of his Jaguar and Mommy was holding on to her hat with one hand and blowing me kisses with the other.

 

So happy – not knowing that so soon, it would be so sad…

Fifteen exhausting minutes later, she saved her draft.

“All right!” Diana enthused from the front of the room. “Now find a workshopping partner, swap stories, and take a few minutes to read. Remember, positive feedback is always best!”

“Excuse me?” Claire looked over her shoulder to see the latecomer, her neighbor, smiling tentatively. “Would you mind swapping stories?”

Just the briefest of hesitations. “Oh – no, no that would be great.” Carefully she handed over her laptop and he gently took hers.

“Now, remember – please focus on positive feedback.” Diana raised her voice over the hum of conversation. “And we’re going to assume this is all fiction – that it’s not autobiographical.”

“Mine is autobiographical,” Claire said quietly. “And I want you to tell me if it’s terrible.”

“That’s just as well – because mine is, too. Well – it’s a true story, anyway,” he amended. Smiling.

She held his gaze, but then tore away. “Well then – let’s read?”

He nodded, and turned toward her screen.

She inhaled softly, browsed the open windows in his taskbar – WhatsApp, Word, Firefox, iTunes – and shifted her eyes to the top of the page.

Ellen MacKenzie was the most beautiful girl in town – so all the men said, anyway. And when she announced her engagement to Malcolm Grant, the star quarterback of the high school football team, all of Leoch knew that a big celebration was in order.

 

For Ellen’s parents were the wealthiest family in the tiny town – and Malcolm’s father was business partners with Ellen’s father. The couple had grown up together – had dated throughout high school – and a marriage uniting the two families was a foregone conclusion.

 

Ellen’s best friend growing up was a quiet boy whose father worked as the janitor in Mr. MacKenzie’s office. Murtagh FitzGibbons always looked out for Ellen – keeping her safe from the mean girls and boys on the playground when they were little, fighting off drunken football players at high school parties when they got older. He was in love with her – and she knew it – but they both knew he wasn’t right for her. That their families would never approve.

 

Of course Murtagh was invited to Ellen’s engagement party – for he was to be the Man of Honor at her wedding. As Murtagh had no date of his own to bring to Ellen’s party, he brought along his cousin Brian Fraser – who was visiting from out of state.

 

The story goes that Murtagh introduced Brian to Ellen two days before the engagement party, at a casual family barbeque held in the backyard of the MacKenzie estate. Then Murtagh got distracted and needed to help organize the food and drinks, leaving Brian and Ellen relatively alone in the gazebo on the pond in the far corner of the backyard.

 

Two days later, the guests arriving for Ellen’s big engagement party had to be turned away. For Ellen had run off with Brian Fraser during the night, destination unknown. Murtagh secretly followed behind a few days later, and served as the only witness to their wedding.

 

Life after that was hard for Brian and Ellen, but they knew they had done right…

 

Claire gasped, laying one hand flat on her sternum. What a surprise, indeed – and such a sweet, gentle story this man had shared with her.

“You say this is a true story?” she whispered hoarsely.

He turned from her screen and smiled tentatively. “Yes, it is. Brian and Ellen were my parents. Murtagh is my godfather.”

Her eyebrows lifted almost to her hairline in surprise.

“And I’m reading your story correctly – we have something in common. We love our parents, and miss them greatly.”

Her eyes shone with unbidden tears.

His eyes, so blue, locked with her own.

“I’m Jamie,” he whispered. Mesmerized.

“Claire,” she rasped.

“Time’s up!” Diana’s voice cut through the classroom chatter. “All right, ten minute break and then we’ll be back at it!”

Jamie boldly reached over to take Claire’s hand.

“Do you mind if we find somewhere else to go, Claire?”

Her heart stuttered, and she didn’t stop to think. Only reached over, closed her laptop, and stood.

“Let’s go.”

His teeth flashed in an ear-splitting grin, and he packed his own bag, took her hand, and let her lead him into the hallway.

Restless

Nesta was exhausted, she had never known exhaustion like this. Her ankles were swollen and so was her stomach. It happened over night, she woke up one morning and couldn’t see her ankles. She knew it would happen, her bump had been tiny even at six months. But now she was huge, she felt huge. And everyone loved to remind her that she was bigger than the last time they saw her. She still couldn’t get used to people, strangers and family alike, constantly touching her. She hated it. The only person allowed to touch her bump without permission was the person who put it there.

She laid back down slowly, running her hand over her middle, begging their child to stop kicking. She had laid down for bed almost three hours ago. Yet she couldn’t fall asleep, because of the fluttering in her stomach. She hadn’t gotten a full nights sleep since the little bat found that kicking her bladder was more fun than anything else.

She knew this child was going to take after their father in so many ways. While it warmed her heart to think of Cassian’s conspiring smile on their child’s tiny face, she couldn’t handle the constant kicking. She just wanted a moment of peace.

There were dark circles under her eyes. They fell close as a moment of quiet surrounded her. The baby stilled, for a second Nesta thought she was finally going to be able to fall sleep. Even if only for a few hours. Cassien had fallen asleep hours ago, but Nesta was still wide awake. Trying everything she could think of to make their baby sleep.

She sighed as a kick against her ribs jolted her awake. Her eyes opened and she bit back a groan.

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anonymous asked:

Msr 15, 35, 72! I'd love to see how you do this! X

Lovely anon, this can be read as a stand alone or a companion piece to this prompt and this one. It’s Mulder, Scully and William and they’re all happy and waiting for baby No.2. Sorry, I’m all about the fluff these days.

“I’d kill for a coffee…literally.” + “Take your medicine.” + “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

It’s almost over, finally.

38 weeks, two more to go, Mulder muses while picking up one of William’s toys. His son, sitting on the living room floor, is singing one of his favorite songs. Or at least he’s trying to. Mulder fears no one but him would even recognize it. Watching his young son, so immersed in his own little world, he falls in love with him a little bit more. If that’s at all possible.

“Is the baby coming today, daddy?” William holds up his pudgy arms when he sees his father approach him. Mulder picks him up and plants him on the couch next to him. As much as patience is a virtue, his son doesn’t have any to speak of. Not that Mulder can blame him; he can’t wait for the birth of their second child either.  

“Hm, no, Buddy. The baby needs to stay inside your mom’s belly a while longer.” Disappointment flashes on the boy’s face.

“But,” Mulder tips Will’s chin up, “how about we go out for some ice cream while we’re waiting?” His son squeals in excitement, jumping up and down on the couch. He’s lucky Scully isn’t home; neither of them is allowed to jump on the furniture. Scully explicitly gave that speech to both of them after they were caught using the bed as a trampoline.

Will is still furiously jumping up and down when the front door opens. Startled, Will changes course mid-air and lands right in Mulder’s lap. On very sensitive equipment. He yelps loudly, causing his son to turn around too quickly, his arms still in the air. A tiny, yet very sharp elbow lands right in his nose.

“Did I hurt you, daddy?” Will plumps down on his lap and puts both his hands on Mulder’s cheeks, staring at him intently.

“I’m fine, Buddy.”

“Mommy, daddy is bleeding!”

“I really can’t leave the two of you alone.” Scully lets her purse fall right at the door and waddles over as quickly as possible, her face red and sweaty, and Mulder would apologize if his nose wasn’t throbbing so badly. Will watches as his mother carefully examines Mulder’s nose.

“It’s not broken,” she decides, “We just need to stop the bleeding.”

“Does it hurt, daddy? What about the ice cream?” Will carefully puts his index finger on his father’s nose, nudging it carefully.  

“Ice cream?” Scully asks, gently tipping Mulder’s head forwards and pinching his nose shut.

“Daddy said ice cream! Cause no baby today.” Will informs Scully with a huge grin. She turns to look at Mulder, who can neither talk nor nod.

“Mulder, I need you to pinch your nose like this.”

“I can do it!” William exclaims happily.

“Baby, you can help me in the kitchen.” The boy is immediately convinced and jumps off his father’s lap. Mulder winces.

“I told you: no jumping on the furniture, Mulder.” Scully whispers and leaves a kiss on his cheek. Mulder pinches his nose just like Scully showed him and thinks he should have asked for her to bring ice for another part of his anatomy, too. It’s a good thing she’s pregnant already. He’s currently not sure his equipment is still working right.

“Daddy, I bring you medicine.” William announces, holding the ice pack with both hands like a priceless treasure.

“Put it on his nose, Will.” Scully tells him and he nods. Will climbs up the couch and right back into Mulder’s lap. He puts the ice pack on his nose, his little tongue sticking put in concentration, and Mulder sighs in relief. His son observes him curiously, trying to figure out if he’s doing it right.

“Great job, baby,” Will beams at Mulder upon hearing Scully’s praise. “Now, Mulder open up for us.” Scully is way too happy about his discomfort, he finds. Opening his mouth sounds so easy in theory, but Will is taking his job as ice pack holder seriously.

“Come on, Mulder.” Scully urges.

“Take your medicine.” Will joins in, sounding eerily like his mother already. Finally two pills that Mulder doesn’t recognize pass his lips and he tries to swallow them dry, almost choking. Scully puts a glass to his lips and carefully tips his head backwards.

“You did good.” His son pats his cheek, happy with himself. “Now can we have ice cream… please?”

“I think your dad needs some rest,” Mulder knows that it’s Scully who need to rest and so he nods at Will, who looks disappointed, “Maybe tomorrow.”

“No baby and no ice cream,” Will sighs, “Today is not a good day for Will.” He shuffles off, leaving Mulder and Scully alone for the moment.

“Hi.” He tells her and leans forward for a kiss, but Scully leans away from him.

“Pinch your nose, Mulder.” He does as he’s told.

“You’re home early. Where’s your mother?” Just because he’s pinching his nose, doesn’t mean he can’t talk. No matter how nasal and stupid he sounds. Scully had been happy to go see her mother this morning. Being heavily pregnant in August, right during a heat wave was not fun – for any of them. Least of all for Scully, though.

“She dropped me off.” Her snappy response is all he needs to know. Maggie Scully might be one of the most patient people Mulder has ever met, but her daughter has not been herself those last few days.

“Did you have fun?” He regrets the question as soon as it’s out. If only he would catch a hint every once in a while, keep his mouth shut, and accept her simple answers. But no, not him.

“Oh, Mulder!” Scully slaps his shoulder and he’s certain she didn’t mean to hurt him. Except she sometimes has no idea how strong she really is. “You know I love you, right?” Those words are not at all what he expected, especially after her recent outburst, and so he’s taken aback. He finds his words right before she hits him again.

“Of course I do, Scully. I love you, too, you know that.”

“I’m so tired, Mulder.” Her head lands on his shoulder, the same one she just violated, and it’s like a band-aid on the sore spot.

“Of being pregnant?”

“No, I mean yes. It’s just too hot and my body looks everything but.” She leans against him, feeling heavy and sweaty, but he puts his arm around her anyway, drawing her even closer. He puts his hand on her belly, stroking it softly.

“Your body is very hot, Scully.”

“And,” she completely ignores his comment, “I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”

“Hey, you need me once two of our offspring are running around here.”

“I already need you with the one.” Scully yawns, cuddling into his side and getting more comfortable.

“I could take Will to have ice cream. Give you some time to yourself.”

“And my bladder.” If their child would stop playing football with it, maybe she could get some actual rest. Getting up from the couch is a two person job these days, but just as Mulder is about to help her, she stops and freezes.

“Scully? Is that – did your - did your water just break? Scully, your water just broke!” Mulder is on his feet and his ice pack falls to the ground, momentarily forgotten.

“What do you need? Where is your suitcase? We’re prepared, we are, I know it.” He’s running in circles around Scully like a squirrel.

“Mulder, stop,” she tells him quietly, holding her stomach, “We have time.” He stares at her, open-mouthed and wide-eyed. “Get the suitcase from upstairs, take Will and I’ll call my mom from the car.”

“Is that all?” Mulder is out of breath; his nose throbs painfully, but there’s no time to think right now. The baby! His mind screams. This time he’ll be there for every single moment. He’ll get his hand crushed, he’ll get yelled at and then he’ll hold his newborn child. He’ll be by Scully’s side for every excruciating second. Mulder already feels woefully inadequate when he sees her sweaty, tired face. This is only the beginning and he knows how strong Scully is, knows it with every fiber of his being, but if only he could do something. Something to help her.

“Do you need anything else?” He’s already at the stairs, ready to sprint, ready to get them on the way.

“Just smile,” she tells him, panting, “I really need to see you smile right now.” That he can do, he thinks. He flashes a huge smile, full of teeth and wrinkles, and when he hears her chuckle, he sprints upstairs to get them ready. To have another baby.

Caffine Challege

This is an older challenge that I wanted to do but didn’t get a chance to start till now.

Prompt: “You sign the contract in crayon and pray that you haven’t already made a mess of things.”


You sign the contract in crayon and pray that you haven’t already made a mess of things.

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Caged

Part 13

Given that the DNA test was done as a result of the case itself, the results came to the judge, who was to give them the results in private before returning to trial. It was time. Abel was brought in with his lawyer, and Y/N and Spencer were just about to step inside the judge’s chambers along with her lawyer, Nikita. 

In the distress this trial had been bringing, Y/N had started holding Spencer’s hand, feeling a familiar comfort that helped her to ground herself. “No matter what,” Spencer said, gently grazing the side of her face. “No matter what the results are, if you want me to be in your lives, I’m here. No matter how much work it takes.”

Y/N nodded, her lips quivering as the tears fell from her eyes. Biology wasn’t necessarily everything, but she wanted Ilaria to be Spencer’s daughter more than anything in the world. Reaching up, she placed her hand over his and then looked toward Nikita.

“Are you ready?” Nikita asked.

Honestly, Y/N was on the verge of getting sick, but this feeling was only going to go away when they knew the results, so she was as ready as she was going to be. “Yes,” she said, her heart lurching in her throat. “Let’s go.”

As they walked inside, hand-in-hand behind Nikita, the two once-lovers leaned closer into each other, praying for the results they wanted. Nothing Spencer had ever been through in his life, or in the context of his job, had felt like this. He was a whirlwind of emotions; he felt sick, hopeful, angry, sad. It was one giant mixture and even deep breathing wasn’t helping the feeling subside. “Good morning,” the judge said, standing up from her place at her desk. “I have the results right here. I haven’t read them myself. Are you ready?” She spoke directly to Y/N, ignoring everyone else in the room.

“Yes.” 

Y/N was shaky and her eyes were downcast toward the ground. Spencer hesitantly placed his hand on the small of her back to try and steady her, whispering all the while. “It’s going to be okay.”

Opening up the envelope that contained the results seemed to take an eternity, the scratching of the paper resounding through their ears like a drum. “In the case of the child, Ilaria…Spencer Reid is the child’s father.”

An ear-piercing screech emanated from Y/N’s throat as she collapsed into tears on Spencer’s shoulder. “Oh my god! Thank god!”  Immediately, she turned toward the judge to take the results from her hand, needing proof with her own two eyes that her child belonged to her husband and not the man that had violated her for years on end. “Oh my god,” she said, “Ilaria is yours. She’s really yours. Oh my god.” 

Clutching the paper in her hands, she wrapped her arms around Spencer’s neck and leaned into him. Out of the corner of her tear-filled eyes, she could see the judge smile softly and Nikita let out a long-held breath. Only when Spencer looked at the paper himself did he finally believe it; the beautiful little girl was his. Tears stung at his eyes as he finally let out a sob. “She’s mine.” Gently, he caressed the sides of her face and pulled her back to meet his gaze; this was as close as they’d been in so many years. More than anything, he wanted to kiss her, but he refrained himself, leaning his forehead against hers instead.

The flooding tears hung in her eyes as she tried to steady her breathing. Her baby girl was Spencer’s. Thank god. When she looked up, she saw Abel, angry but resigned. “You knew?!” She moved Spencer to the side and walked up to him, feeling more powerful and angrier than she had in many years. “You knew that she wasn’t yours and you lied to me…you…you!” She lunged forward and nearly clawed at his face, but was stopped by a slight pressure at her wrist.

“Don’t!” Spencer said, careful not to tug or pull at her. “He’s not worth it. He’ll never touch her or you again. He’s not worth it.”

Matherson made an empty motion to keep Y/N and Spencer away from Abel because they were a threat to his safety, but after being laughed at by the judge, it was time to get back to the trial. 

“Nikita,” Y/N said, grabbing her lawyer’s arm and spinning her around to face her. “Is there any chance you can ask to postpone the trial by another 30 minutes are so. I can barely breathe and I’d very much like to tell my daughter who her real father is.”

Placing her hand on Y/N’s shoulder, Nikita turned around again to face the judge. “My client requests another 30 minutes to recover from the news and introduce her child to her birth father.”

“Granted,” the judge said. “We’ll reconvene in the courtroom in 30 minutes, Mrs. Reid.”

“Thank you, Your Honor.”

Y/N’s blood boiled in her veins, while Abel left the room with his lawyer. The smug smile he wore made her skin crawl, but Spencer was right. He wasn’t worth it. The judge and Nikita then left them standing in the judge’s chambers. Y/N brought her hands to the sides of Spencer’s face. “She’s yours,” she said softly as the tears rolled down her cheeks. “Her beautiful nose came from you. Her soft curls came from you. She doesn’t have a trace of him in her.” Spencer reveled in the feeling of Y/N willingly leaning her head against his own. “Thank god.” 

“We should go see her,” Spencer said, smiling from ear to ear. Since the moment he saw the little girl, he’d seen similarities between them both. Then when Y/N had reveled her name to be Ilaria, he’d hoped that was indication that she was still in there somewhere; he never expected that she’d end up being his. Though smart for her age, Ilaria was small, which is why she’d been so easy to pass off as Abel’s child. “Will you take my hand?”

Spencer gave Y/N’s hand a light squeeze when she slipped it in his. When they walked out of the judge’s chambers and back towards the members of the BAU, who were keeping an eye on Ilaria, both parents’ hearts soared. “She’s so beautiful,” Spencer said through tears. “I promise I’ll be the father she deserves.”

“I know you will,” Y/N replied. The members of the team were all waiting with bated breath. All of them were on the verge of tears, wanting so badly for the same results she and Spencer had wished for.

Ilaria was sitting in Penelope’s lap, eagerly awaiting the return of her mother. “Hey sweetheart,” she said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “You remember the other day when you had blood taken? And I said it would tell me whether or not Abel was your daddy or Spencer was your daddy?”

The little girl nodded firmly and looked between her mother and the nice man she’d liked since they met. “Mmmhmm.”

“Well, the judge just told us, and Spencer is your daddy. Not Abel.” Penelope clasped her hand to her mouth and immediately began crying as she looked up toward Spencer.

Spencer crouched down to Ilaria’s level. “I’m your daddy, Ilaria.”

“Yea?” She asked happily. “So I have a nice daddy? Not a mean one?”

Spencer sobbed and grabbed her tiny hands in his own. “Yes, honey.”

“Can I hug you, Daddy?” 

Before Spencer could even answer, Ilaria had hopped off of Penelope’s lap and into his arms. He stood up, clutching her closely as the rest of the team hugged Y/N through tears. Even Hotch, Rossi and Derek, who had previously stayed away from physical contact so as to not upset Y/N were able to tell her how happy they were for her. “I know this isn’t over,” Hotch said. “But it’s a step in the right direction. You don’t remember everything about Spencer just yet, but I can promise you he’ll be the best father you could’ve ever asked for.”

Looking back, Y/N smiled. Ilaria was holding on tightly to Spencer’s neck and calling him Daddy over and over again. “I know he will. I have a lot of recovering to do, but knowing she’s happy and cared for will do wonders for my ability to move on. I don’t remember everything about Spencer yet, but I know deep down he’ll do right by our baby.” 

“Okay, baby,” Spencer said after a few moments. “Mommy and I have to go back to the trial. Can you stay here with Ms. Penelope and the rest of my friends?” 

“Daddy’s friends?” She asked, searching for any excuse to call him daddy. 

“Yes, Daddy’s friends,” he replied. “And then after the trial is over, you and Daddy and Mommy can all try and get to know each other. Okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.” Watching the exchange brought about renewed tears. “Are you okay Mommy?” 

Y/N licked her lips and shed a few more tears. “Yes baby, I’m okay. These are happy tears.”

“You’re happy that Spencer’s my daddy?” She asked.

“Very, honey. I’m very happy Spencer is your daddy.”

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You’re My Lady

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Is their love for each other enough to conquer all? Who knows. Part two to My Lairship.

MY LAIRSHIP

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warnings: swearing, implied smut (nothing explicit), making out in a hallway?, angst, uh that’s it?? i think??

Originally posted by metal-armed-jesus


I wake up to the feeling of Bucky’s rough fingers running up and down my bare back. I stuff my face further into my pillow and a strained whine escapes my throat. His chuckle rumbles through my ears and he squeezes my side. I feel him shift closer to me. He buries his face in the nook of my neck. His lips press softly against my skin and his warm breath sends chills down my spine.

“It’s time to get up, darling,” he whispers close to my ear. I whine childishly and I turn to the other side of the bed. “Breakfast is waiting and you know my mother doesn’t like it when we’re late.”

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Home Again| 18

Originally posted by andupinda

-Jay’s POV-

“She’s so cute! Seulgi! Look over here!” Jessi screamed. We all went out for pizza and the guys invited Jessi, Flowsik, and Swings. Jessi had Seulgi by the cheeks.

“Yah! Jessi don’t squeeze the life out of my child!” “Sorry it’s just she’s so adorable! Seulgi-ah, what’s my name?” Jessi asked. “Hyun ju unni.” She answered. A smile appeared on my face seeing Seulgi happy. I want to be there for her. I know I fucked up in the past. I know I wasn’t there when she was born, when she said her first words, both Korean and English. I wasn’t there when, Y/N taught her English and Korean. I wasn’t there when she took her first steps. But I can’t miss anymore moments. I need to be there for her. She’s still young. I can baby her for 11 more years. I want to be a father. I want to be her father. And I’ll do anything that’s necessary for me to be in her life. 

-Y/N’s POV-

I ran around downtown Seoul three times. I was tired but I can’t stop looking. She could be out there, unprotected, not safe. She could be- Stop it, Y/N! Get yourself together! You’re very strong. You can do this. Just don’t picture the bad. Just picture the good. Just picture being back in the states. Being there with Seulgi wrapped tightly in your arms. Everything will be okay. You’ll be fine. It’ll get better. Just be calm. Calm down and relax a bit. I took a deep breath in and let it out. I rushed back home and began to call people I knew around here and asked if they saw her. 

Every one of them said no. I dropped to my knees and began to sob as I realized I can’t find her. There’s no point in calling the police. They won’t help. I just know it. Could she be with Jay? No no no. They don’t know each other well. I doubt she would ever go with him. The only thing she knows about him is his name and that he’s her father. Nothing else. So there’s no way. Where could she be? She doesn’t even know a lot of places in Seoul! I hope she’s okay. I can’t live if something bad ever happen to here. 

-Jay’s POV-

We spent the whole day together. After the pizza, Seulgi and I went to see three different movies at the cinema. They were all so long, I couldn’t even believe it. They were all animated movies. Her eyes were glued to the screen to the whole time. Except the last 30 minutes of the third movie. She fell asleep in my lap. I didn’t want to take her home. I wanted her to stay with me, but I can’t do that. Y/N’s probably worried sick about her. I have to bring her home. I don’t want any more trouble with Y/N. I carried her out of the cinema and and began to walk toward Steph’s apartment. “Daddy! I don’t want to go home yet. Mommy is just going to call you names and blame you for everything wrong in her life. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t believe her. I want to stay with you! She’ll make me move back to the states.” 

She’s moving back to the states? “Seulgi, when is your mom moving back?” “I don’t know. She hasn’t said yet. She and Aunt Steph were arguing about it earlier.” I sighed and mentally cursed myself. 

“Daddy? You won’t let her take me back, right?” “No, honey. I won’t. You’ll stay right here in Seoul. But Daddy needs to talk to Y/N- I mean your Mommy. Okay?” She nodded. She put her head back on my shoulder and closed her eyes. “Go to sleep right now. You’ll be home in a few minutes.” She hummed in agreement. I continued walking to Steph’s apartment. 

Once I got to the doorstep, I could hear the faint sobbing of someone. It’s probably, Y/N. I wouldn’t blame her for crying right now. She thinks Seulgi is lost when she’s right here. I knocked on the door twice and waited for it to open. 

-Y/N’s POV-

I heard the knocking at the door. Maybe it’s someone who heard my sobbing. I stood up on my own two feet and walked to the door. I unlocked and opened it. I looked up and saw, him holding her. Before I could say anything he cut me off. “Can I put her to bed?” He asked. I moved out of the way and let him in. “Down the hall, second door to the right.” I added and he nodded. I followed him down the hall and watched him lay her down on her bed, but she wouldn’t let go.

“Daddy! Don’t go! Stay with me tonight!” 

Did she call him, daddy? “Princess, you know I can’t do that. Maybe next time.” He explained. She folded her arms and stuck out her bottom lip. “Don’t you pout! Either way you are as cute as ever. Stop pouting or I’ll tickle you.” “No! Anything but tickles!” 

His hands went directly to her sides and started their tickling attack. I didn’t know how I was feeling. It was mixture of sadness, confusion, and…happiness. “DADDY STOP! I’LL STOP POUTING! JUST STOP THE TICKLES!” His hands quickly stopped and went to his side. 

“And be a good girl for your mommy. She does a lot for you. No more running away. Give me mommy’s phone.” 

“No! I want to keep it!” She resisted. 

“Do you want more tickles?” He asked. 

“No daddy.” She said reaching into her pocket and pulling out, my phone. She she really did take it. 

“Good girl.” He added standing up. He glanced over to me then back at her. “I have to get going now. Good night, honey. Sweet dreams.” He kissed the top of her forehead. I couldn’t take it. I walked back into the living room and began to pace. 

“I brought her back. I’m just glad she’s safe. Here’s your phone. Please don’t be mad at her, it’s my fault. If I would have stopped you all those years ago. Things would be different. I don’t blame you for wanting to hide her from me. I’m gonna get going.” He handed me my phone and opened the front door. 

“Jay wait!” 

“Yes?” 

“Stay with her. She really wants you to. I don’t mind.” I looked down. I couldn’t look at him. “If you would like me to leave I can. I don’t want to stay to make you uncomfortable in your own home. But let me tell you something. Don’t move back to the states. I really really don’t want you to go back. Things have changed for me. I want them to stay like this. I want to be in her life. I want to be her father. Not some replace you find in the states. Think about your choices here. Seulgi doesn’t want to leave Korea, please don’t make her. I’ll get going. Have a nice night, Y/N.” 

He opened the door, walked out and closed it behind him. “Daddy?” Seulgi called out. I walked to her room. “He left. I had other stuff to do.” 

“You’re lying! He told me he had everything finished! Why can’t he just be here?” 

“Seulgi, I’m sorry but-” 

“But what?! Why can’t you just love him like he loves you?!” She screamed at me. “Do you know how much it hurts to see your face when I know what I did to him?!” 

I covered my mouth and realized what I said. I rushed out of her room and closed the door. I didn’t mean to snap like that. I’m a terrible mother. I walked into the living room and slumped on the couch. 

Am I the bad guy here? Should I be the one apologizing? I heard my phone go off. Who’s calling? Now is not a good time. I grabbed it and saw the caller ID. Mom?

“Hello?”

“My little Y/N. How’s Korea? Why do you sound sad?”

“I don’t know what to do Mom.” I said trying to hold in my sobs. 

“Sweetheart are you crying? Did Stephanie say something?” She asked. “Am I a bad mother?” 

“What?! No! No! You’re a good mother. Who told you weren’t? Do I need to come to Korea? You know I will.”

“I know you will, but everything’s okay. I got in under control.” I lied. “Okay, well don’t answer the phone crying next time. Or I will take the next flight to Seoul, okay?” 

“Yes Mom. I love you. Bye.” I hung up and wiped away the tears that had almost escaped. 

I am the bad guy. 


It’s been a hella long time since one of these were released into the world. How was it? Sorry for any mistakes. I hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading.