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I first saw Woodstock running across a turnpike we were turning onto late one dark night in Peachtree Georgia Atlanta. Whilst we were shooting Lawless. He was a stray. 11 weeks old. Oh No we thought. Quickly Go get that dog not even sure it was a dog. Actually.  We stopped the car. It was pitch black literally. I used my phone to light the road in case a car came round the turnpike and couldn’t see me. And malletted me. And I tried to cover some ground but he was fast.  I watched this thing Running towards the highway in the pitch black making good speed towards the cars and lorries and I remember seeing what were its floppy ears bouncing towards the traffic. That dogs had it I thought. I couldn’t make out how big it was what breed it was? Nothing  just those two ears flapping away above a frantic bundle. Hurtling away from us towards impending doom that was for certain. Whatever it was had no road sense and was tearing away. I panicked a little because I couldn’t help it had no name to shout and now it was close to the freeway. I put my fingers to my mouth and I whistled. Loud as I could. The whistle pierced the black. And It stopped the dog dead in its tracks. Then it turned and set eyes on me in one swift movement the ears about faced and the dog decided to run straight at me in the darkness all flashes of teeth and snarling And shrieking. Fuck this I thought that’s not a fkn dog. What am I doing. It ran straight at me and hit me around the legs I couldn’t see but I could hear the distress and I reached down thinking I’m going to get bitten. It was so noisy shrieking. I snatched out expecting to feel teeth and grabbed a fist full of soft neck fur lifted what was actually an incredibly light weight up to my face and shone my phone at it. It was a very small bundle literally sagging from its neck fur with two big brown eyes staring straight into mine. Terrified and utterly quiet. When I got back to the car and sat in my seat he lay on my shoulder and fell asleep. And snored clearly he’d been through a lot. And now the ordeal was seemingly over enough for him to relax. Jessica asked me was he a girl or a boy. Its a boy I said. How do you know. Erm… I can feel his Woodstock. great !!! let’s call him Woodstock!!! And so it was. He was covered in dogshit. Now so was I. And we rode and We took him straight to the pet store to clean him up and buy him well things.., lots of things things dogs need and we walked the aisles the three of us letting him
Choose toys and his lead and his collar. I’ll
Never forget that night. It was wonderful. One minute he was almost dead next terrified. Then picked up by strangers then after He had a power nap in the car, the next he’s walking with his bandy leg John Wayne strut under the strip lighted aisles of this massive pet store happy and playful.
He wore a red bandana that night and from then on and drank religiously from the toilet throughout the night despite having a few bowls of water in the apartment he was every inch a survivor.  He wasnt house broken it didn’t matter we were outdoors mostly and He ate through trailer doors and made many friends and Pnut had him on the lead off set and He became our onset dog  I will always be eternally grateful to Georgia. It gave me the greatest of joys of being a dog owner  And the bestest of friends after Max had passed Woody arrived He was 11 weeks old approx. The first morning we had him. He ate a turd and we chased him to drop it but he gobbled it down because he must have thought we wanted to eat it. So he ate it as fast as he could. We just wanted him to eat some real food. He now had plenty. But there was a survivor in him. That was clear he had had to eat what he could and from then on it was clear he had food issues. But he would never go hungry again. His nickname was Yamaduki. Because he literally yammed down a duki. So Woodstock Yamaduki was his full name. Woody Thomas later Woody two shoes and Wu for short.

Woody came back to the Uk after Jess’s parents kindly looked after him to avoid quarantine they house trained him. He had my tshirt from Warrior. I picked him up from them in California when I shot Dark Knight and thanked them. He hadn’t forgotten me and despite the tireless efforts and hard work that Jessica’s Mum and husband had put into Woody he heard my whistle again and turned and ran at me and didn’t look back. I felt for them but secretly I was very happy that my friend and I were reconnected.  We all had a picnic we jumped into a lake Woody too and then it was clear Woody couldn’t swim and I hauled his ass out of the lake. Dragging him out the shit a second time cemented a pattern. I have hauled him out of rivers and ponds on many occasion since that day such was his love to chase ducks. Especially the Thames.
his rabies titer had cleared he spent a week in quarantine and he became a Londoner.

He was an Angel. And he was my best friend. We went through so much together.
Charlotte worked tirelessly with him to get him through a rough case of separation anxiety. He loved her like his Mum. And when she was pregnant he gaurded her fiercely.

He has been on many sets. Met many crews. Photo shoots premieres made many many friends he was #73 most influential animal in TIME magazine. He beat JAWS. Something we all thought was brilliant. He’s been in peaky blinders. Legend everyone who met him loved him. He didn’t have a bad bone in his body. All he knew was love.

I don’t normally speak out about family and friends but this is an unusual circumstance. Woody affected so many people in his own right so with great respect to his autonomy and as a familiar friendly face to many of you, it is with great great sadness a heavy heart that I inform you that after a very hard and short 6 month battle with an aggressive polymyostisis Woody passed away, two days ago. He was only Age 6. He was Far too young to leave us and We at home are devastated by his loss I am ultimately grateful for his loyal companionship and love and it is of some great comfort that he is no longer suffering. Above all I am completely gutted. the world for me was a better place with him in it and by my side.
To the bestest friend ever. To me and to a family who loved him beyond words and whom he loved without doubt more than I have ever known. Woody was the bestest of journey companions we ever could dream of having. Our souls intertwined forever.

A friend told me

He was special bro, a shining example of man’s best friend. He burnt very very bright and, those that burn very bright sometimes burn half as long.

Thankyou Woody for choosing to find us. We will love you and be with you and you with us forever. Never ever ever forgotten. Your Boy tom xxx I love you beyond words. To the moon and back again and again to
Infinity and beyond. Run with Max now and the Angels. I will see you when I get there.
With all of me I love you. Always Thankyou for
Your love beautiful boy.

Hello neighbour from hell, may I help renovate your house?

Strap your seatbelts, this will be Odyssey long one. First thing first, let me take some time to introduce you to Cruella de Vil of this story, who I hated for many years with a fury of a thousand raging diarrheas. You know that joke if you had a gun with two bullets and you were in a room with Hitler, Bin Laden, and x-person, you would shoot x-person twice? Well, not only would I shoot her, I would proceed to beat her with gunstock, perform exorcism on her lifeless body (just in case) and then burry the remains. She is stereotypical neighbour from hell. And hell is in this case the Mediterranean.

I live in a medium sized Mediterranean town with ancient heritage; all the houses are old and jammed close to each other. My neighbourhood is also made of these stone houses which share walls, so for instance when my neighbour to the right plays guitar in his bedroom, I hear it in my living room (I don’t mind him though, he is always really quiet, respects the hours and plays Rolling Stones and Metallica really well) and when I fart in my toilet, Cruella on the left side hears it clearly. Suits her well.

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INFJ in a Nutshell #10

- Am I too detached or am I too clingy? I can’t ever tell
- *talks to beloved pet *
- *feels terrible, considers reaching out to a friend * “No… I shouldn’t do that. I don’t want to bother them. I can handle it.” *cries themselves to sleep *
- “What do you mean I need more friends? I already have two!”
- Odd Internet search history
- “Why is this person asking me if I want to hang out? We hung out last month!”
- “…did I leave the stove on?”

Headlines read: POKÉMON GO AWAY; POLICE ISSUE WARNING NOT TO POKÉMON AND DRIVE;  MAN QUITS JOB TO CATCH POKÉMON FOR TWO MONTHS

My mother sees this and shakes her head. My friends squabble about it. Internet comments read: you all need to get a life, aren’t you too old to play children’s games, wish millennials would hunt jobs instead of imaginary animals, I’m so ashamed of this generation

I’m so in awe of this generation and everything it has to carry. I am stunned by the way we persevere, by the way we find comfort and peace in such small packages. MAN QUITS JOB TO CATCH POKÉMON. Man indulges in nostalgia. Man leaves home, travels. Man pursues happiness, finds it in strange places.

Pokémon: Indigo League aired in 1999 on Kids’ WB. Picture: an alarm set, two pairs of tired eyes, TV trays and cereal, volume low because mom’s sleeping off her night shift at the bar, theme song lyrics printed out and sitting on the floor. I was eight. I never recall my father in these memories. He’d either already left or I’ve blocked out his face the same way my mom used family photos to cover up fist-sized holes in the walls.

Pokémon Silver and Gold were released in the US in 2001. Picture: anthrax, terror alerts, news footage looping, smoke and screaming, teachers crying in classrooms, the way fear can permeate an entire country and my small body the same way without ever having to name a reason out loud. I was ten. I was scared all the time, but I was also spending my weekends running around outside with my brother and the neighbor boy, throwing imaginary Poké Balls at squirrels.

It’s not that I didn’t know what was going on. It’s just that sometimes when things are loud or angry or hard, especially when you’re young, the best thing you can do is keep your head down.

2016: terrorism, police brutality, student loan debts, depression, anxiety, Brexit, the US political landscape. Pokémon Go begins rolling out its release around the world and there are days, at twenty-five, that I still need to keep my head down. I know there is immense privilege in being able to put the rest of the world on hold for a while, to step back from the things that hurt us; but I also know this brief respite is important. Whether it’s turning off the news for a few days or reading a book or taking a vacation or augmented reality as self care. It is hard to live full time in a world that always looks like it’s on fire. It sits so heavy on the chest. It is easy to look out at all this trauma and forget to look back at yourself.

What I mean to say is, I might not quit my job to roam the country and catch Pokémon, but when it comes to pursuing my own happiness, no matter the means, “I wanna be the very best…”
—  LIKE NO ONE EVER WAS by Trista Mateer
Make Out (Tom Holland x Reader)

Originally posted by parkery

Summary: When Tom and Harrison buy their new apartment… they end up moving into the Reader’s building. The Reader is ecstatic, being a huge fan of the duo, particularly Tom. They’re desperate to catch a glimpse of Tom, desperate to get his attention. And they sure do… although a series of unfortunate and embarrassing accidents isn’t the way they wanted to do so. 

Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader (romantic), Tom Holland x Harrison Osterfield (platonic), Harrison Osterfield x Reader (platonic) 

Warning(s): Vaguely described sexy dancing, swearing, embarrassment

Inspiration: Make Out by Rixton 

Word count: 865

A/N: I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT I AM DOING THIS, TERROR IS COURSING THROUGH MY VEINS. Okay, now that that’s outta the way… I adore this song and Tom… so thought why not put the two together? Anyways, this is my first imagine in… awhile. The second one I’ve ever written, and the first one I’ve written on this blog. Please leave me some feedback! 

P.S I know I use the f-word a lot. Sorry. It’s just… ingrained into my thoughts now.


Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfield had moved into the building your flat was in nearly a month ago. Initially, you were flabbergasted, and desperate for a sight of them. You adored both boys, even more so after the release of Spiderman: Homecoming… and just seeing them in person would surely put you on cloud nine. Mostly because you had the world’s biggest crush on Tom. You couldn’t have been more wrong. 

Three days after they had moved in, you had been cleaning around the window near your fire escape and accidentally knocked one of your many potted plants off of the windowsill. It fell several stories to the pavement below… and almost hit Harrison fucking Osterfield. Both boys had looked up, clearly startled. You squeaked and promptly ducked back inside, face tomato red with mortification. You sunk to the floor and buried your face in your hands, heart pounding wildly. You’d almost killed one of your favourite celebrities! God. How could you be that stupid? Had they seen you? It had felt as though Tom was looking right at you…You shivered at the thought.  

Then and there you vowed to never do something like that again and to never say a word about it, were you ever to bump into them. Unfortunately, the Universe had other plans for you, and that was only the first of many embarrassing incidents involving you and Tom Holland. 


The next… escapade occurred roughly two weeks after the “Deadly Potted Plant Incident”, as your best friend had dubbed it through a fit of giggles the very night of the tragedy. You were returning from the library, a mountain of books stacked in your arms. Most were for research purposes, but a few were pleasure reads, and you were quite excited to look at every single book. The lift hadn’t been working the past few days, so you had to take the stairs. Misfortune, it seemed, was following you everywhere these days. 

With a soft sigh, you started to climb, arms awkwardly positioned to keep a grip on the stack of books. You made it up two flights of stairs before disaster struck. You couldn’t see very well with all the books in the way and thought that there was another step when there actually wasn’t… you lurched and tumbled to the ground, books skidding across the landing every which way. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whined, pushing up into a standing position, your bum going out, wincing as you straightened your knees. You gently rubbed at your knees, hissing at the pain, still bent over. There’d be some lovely purple bruises tomorrow. Fantastic. Someone had cleared their throat, startling you into making a rather undignified noise and somehow flailing your way into falling again. This time on to the landing. Smack on your ass. And of course- because the Universe hated you- It was Tom fucking Holland

“Hey… are you alright, love?” He asked gently, squatting down in order to be eye-level with you. Your eyes went wide, cheeks warming significantly. God, he was so pretty up close… You opened and closed your mouth a few times, probably looking like a fish… of fucking course now was the time your voice chose to take a lunch break. After a few painful minutes, you were finally able to speak… and that made things even worse. 

“No!” You squealed, scrambling backwards on all fours, “I almost killed Harrison with a potted plant last week and now-” You cut yourself off, gasping. You’d specifically told yourself never to mention that if you met Tom! God, you were such a mess! You quickly gathered your books and somehow sprinted up the stairs. Once you got into your apartment, you threw yourself on the couch, moaning over your embarrassment. Only you could mess up this bad. 


The third incident happened the next week. You just couldn’t catch a break. You had, by this point, lulled yourself into a false sense of security. You hadn’t seen Tom or Harrison since the “Book Bumble Of Utter Humiliation” (okay, so you’d practically run away whenever either of them spotted you) and everything else in your life had been going pretty well. Your favourite professor had asked to keep one of your essays to use it as a future example. 

You had just returned from grocery shopping, headphones in and two bags in your hand. The lift was finally working again, so you walked in. Your favourite song of the moment came on before the doors closed. Things had been getting better… you hadn’t had any more… eventful encounters with your famous sort-of neighbours. You could just… let go and dance to your favourite song, right? You put your bags on the ground, hips already starting to drop and move with the bass. Seconds later, you were full on dancing as though you were in a club. A bright smile bloomed on your face as you spun around slowly, circling your hips, hands in the air. 

You hadn’t noticed that the lift had stopped… but you did see the doors opening over your shoulder mid hip-roll. And there, in all his lazy Sunday afternoon glory, was Tom Holland, mouth hanging open. Oh shit.

To be continued…

and indeed there will be time

steve trevor/diana prince | wonder woman | fix it fic

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“Steve Trevor. Alive.” Chief kicked at a stone, sending it flying into the darkness. “Hope yet remains.”  

She walked beside him, hands in her coat pockets. The ache in her chest had lessened somewhat, after having told her old friend everything, but the bitterness lingered.

Steve was alive but had returned to her a blank slate, the memories of their time together lost in whatever events that led to him returning to this world.

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  • “I took your memories for a good reason, but I shouldn’t have.”
  • “Is it too late to come over?”
  • “Hey, let me in. It’s so cold out here.”
  • “I wasn’t sure if you could understand my language, what with you being ancient and all.”
  • “When I told you that you could come along, I meant silently.”
  • “I’m the opposite of flexible.”
  • “You’ve been talking for eight months and you still don’t know their name?”
  • “You wanted to stand out, so now you do. Is this not what you meant?”
  • “I can’t sleep at night anymore. I don’t like closing my eyes.”
  • “You stood there and let it happen. You get to face the consequences.”
  • “I can’t say this was one of my proudest moments.”
  • “I figured that I could mold myself into someone you could admire whilst you were gone.”
  • “You stop me from making bad ideas all the time. Of course I got a little dependent on that.”
  • “Take a look at what I have to do and now tell me it’s easy.”
  • “They were conducting experiments here. I was a part of that.”
  • “You can teleport! Surely you can get us out of this mess, right?”
  • “Even a master such as I can make mistakes.”
  • “I’ve been patiently waiting, but I can’t do that anymore.”
  • “Sometimes change only happens when we make it.”
  • “Whoever put you on my team is getting a stern talking to.”
  • “Even after all the evidence I collected, you don’t believe me?”
  • “You said it was rare, but that means it’s happened before, so there must be someone else who knows about it.”
  • “Rock, paper, scissors solves everything.”
  • “I was trying really hard to listen to you, but I’m so bored.”
  • “I won’t forget this.”
  • “After a lot of confusion, I think I’ve finally figured this out.”
  • “If being honest is all I have, then so be it.”
  • “Why am I here? Why, that’s easy! You asked for a miracle, remember?”
  • “We’re already fifteen minutes into the project. Why are you trying to stop me now?”
  • “I can practically taste the disaster.”
  • “I promise you that you don’t want to stay around here for long.”
  • “If you find a way out of this, take me with you.”
  • “None of this was my idea.”
  • “You were the stone and we were the birds.”
  • “It wasn’t hopeless. Look at what you’ve accomplished.”
  • “I never minded when you were around me. Why would that change?”
  • “Hate to break it to you, but you’re turning into an alien.”
  • “Don’t you dare let go of my hand. You hear me?”
  • “Duck your head and follow me.”
  • “Thing is, if I continue to think about it, I’ll only get more anxious.”
  • “I never wanted this for you. For any of you.”
  • “Do those marks look like they were made by an animal to you?”
  • “If I had said something else, would it have made a difference?”
  • “It’s garbage night. That means we lay here and feel like trash.”
  • “Maybe if I turn the music up louder, I’ll be able to ignore it all.”
  • “I wonder if it still qualifies as a problem if it doesn’t affect you personally? Hm?”
  • “Take a look around. This is our world now.”
  • “Were you expecting the aliens to be hostile?”
  • “Let’s break the rules and take over the world.”
  • “It’s time you knew where you actually came from.”
  • “Truth be told, you’re not the first one I would have chosen for this.”
  • “If it was easy, don’t you think I would have changed already?”
  • “I’ve been dead for so long, I’ve forgotten how to live.”
  • “Making you mad is so easy. I’ve been trying to see if I could set a new record.”
  • “Why do you always assume everything is my fault?”
  • “We have a special guest. Go clean up.”
  • “Together, we can find a way.”
  • “You can call it anything, but that was love right there.”
  • “I know you’re headed in the right direction.”
  • “If I hadn’t held you back, who knew what would have happened?”
  • “I like it when you sing to me. Why’d you stop?”
  • “Can you blame me for my excitement? This is huge!”
  • “I didn’t need you to come along. You messed everything up.”
  • “What’s the interrogation for?”
  • “Can you imagine how boring an endless slide would be after the thirty minute mark?”
  • “We can make this work.”
  • “It’s like all I can ever do is make you unhappy.”
  • “You could have talked to me if you needed it.”
  • “Why would I turn you? You don’t want this life. I promise you that.”
  • “I can see the end. Hurry!”
  • “Getting lost in a maze with you was a nightmare that I can only hope to never experience again.”
  • “I don’t know if I should trust you to get us there safely.”
  • “Did you finally have enough of me?”
  • “Believe it or not, I’m actually tired of people comparing me with them.”
  • “I’m tired of you doubting me. At this point, what do I have to do to prove myself?”
  • “I don’t say it often, but I do love you. Very much so.”
  • “I like the friendship we have, but I want something more.”
  • “Well, the vision I had was pure chaos. Let’s prevent that, shall we?”
  • “I’m proud of you. That you moved on.”
  • “Contrary to popular belief, I am actually a mind reader.”
  • “I didn’t know how to ask.”
  • “I don’t want to bring you down, but sometimes I need your support.”
  • “I’m sick and tired of living here. It’s so bland and boring.”
  • “I don’t want to be alone for the vacation, so come with me. Drop everything and pack up.”
  • “I’m way too nice to do that, sorry.”
  • “You can’t pick and choose which parts of me you can fix.”
  • “There’s no reason to be so cold.”
  • “Wishful thinking is a blessing in disguise.”
  • “Look! You’re doing it! I’m so proud of you.”
  • “We got this far and it’d be a shame to turn back now.”
  • “I can’t just leave it here. It was all cold and alone. Come on, please?”
  • “You look over there and I’ll look over here.”
  • “I’ll do all the chores for two months if you do my paper for me.”
  • “I thought you liked my stories?”
  • “Can you remember how nervous you were? Now look at you!”
  • “I am glorious, admit it. Maybe it’ll rub off on you.”
  • “I wasn’t afraid. I was just… Concerned.”
  • “Your heart was in the right place. It’s the thought that counts.”
  • “I was ten minutes late. There’s no way they didn’t notice.”
  • “I’m both a lover and a fighter. I’ll take you down and then give you a kiss.”
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This wasn’t requested, but I got the idea for it watching a video from the Q&A where he calls the little girl ‘little princess’. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! And remember, feedback is always appreciated!

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You stand in the hallway, your daughter next to you with her arms wrapped around your legs. You and your daughter haven’t been able to see Shawn in quite a while since he is on tour, but it’s her birthday and Shawn’s is coming up soon, so you decided to fly out to see him and spend the next week and a half with him since he couldn’t schedule around their birthdays.

As you stand there, waiting for the last person to walk into the Q&A, Matt walks towards you a smile full of admiration on his face as he looks at your daughter. He gives her a small wave as he finally reaches your side.

“Hey, (Y/n). The last few people are about to meet with Shawn and then you can head on in.”

“All right. Cool.” You reply, running your fingers through your daughter’s wavy brown locks.

“How have you guys been? It’s been a while since you’ve been able to make it out to a show.” He asks.

“Yeah…” You frown, “We’ve been good, we just haven’t been able to work it out where we can make it, but with their birthdays, I made sure we could.” You smile down at your daughter.

“It’s crazy their birthdays are so close together. Four days is all that separates them, right?”

You nod, “Yup. That’s all.”

“Crazy.”

“It really is. It’s hectic.” You sigh.

“I bet.” Matt says as he leans against the wall.

“Hey, Matt! Is everyone settled in the Q&A room?” You hear Shawn shout as he makes his way down the hall.

You exchange worried glances before Matt gently pushes you into the room after you pick up your daughter. You quickly make your way to the back, trying to get everyone to stay silent as you do so.

“Hi guys. How are you?” You ask quietly as you make your way through the sea of people.

You get settled just in time for Shawn to walk in. Thankfully, he doesn’t notice you all the way in the back corner. As soon as your little girl sees Shawn she starts reaching toward him.

“Shh…not yet, baby.” You whisper into her hair.

She eventually settles down and rests her head on your shoulder as she looks ahead at Shawn. Shawn gets asked a couple of questions about you and your daughter. Like always, his answers make your heart flutter and a smile find it’s way onto your lips. You sit quietly as you listen to the questions and Shawn’s answers, rubbing your daughter’s back gently.

“What was your daughter’s first word?” You heard a fan ask.

“I’d like to say it was ‘dada’.” He starts.

“But, you know you’d be lying because it was actually ‘mama’.” You say as you stand up with your daughter.

Shawn looks at you with a huge smile on his face and he moves through the crowd to get to you. Your daughter immediately reaches for him and Shawn takes her, placing a kiss on the top of her head before giving you a quick kiss as the fans in the room ‘awe’ all around you. He takes your hand and leads you to the front of the room, sitting back in his original place before pulling you to sit next to him.

“Oh my god. Wow…I can’t believe you’re here.” He whispers as he pulls you close.

You laugh and lean against him.

“We had to make it out for your birthdays.” You say as you wrap an arm around him.

He places your daughter in his lap, an arm still around you and his fingertips gently trailing up and down your sides. You look out at all the fans and they’re all staring at your daughter, giving her smiles and waves.

“Okay, little princess, do you want to pick someone for daddy?” He asks looking down at her.

She nods and looks out at all of the people before looking back at Shawn.

“Pick someone.” He points out to the crowd as he looks at her.

She points to someone up front and they immediately get excited.

“Hi honey, what your question?” Shawn asks.

“What’s the best and worst thing about your career? Also, I have a letter for you and your daughter is adorable!” They respond.

You and Shawn both give a laugh before he thanks them. You get up and go get the letter from the fan before taking it back to Shawn. He now has both arms around your daughter’s tiny torso and he absentmindedly rocks her.

“Well, I think that the best part is getting to meet you guys and talk to you, the whole show experience actually. It’s such a personal and intimate experience between us and it’s always so beautiful. The energy is always amazing. The worst part would be having to be away from (Y/n) and Amelia, or little princess as I call her, for such long periods at a time while I’m touring. It’s very hard having to watch your own child grow up through a screen or pictures, ya know?” He answers.


Once Shawn answers the last question, you stop him before it’s time to leave.

“Wait, Amelia wants to show them what she learned.” You say and take your daughter, “What’s your name and how old are you today?” You ask, looking down at her.

A huge grin takes place on her face before she answers you excitedly, “Amewia! I’m four!”

Everyone in the room claps and encourages her, Shawn moving in to smile at her.

“Good job, honey.” He says proudly with a huge smile, “You’re so smart.”

You lean your forehead against Amelia’s as you rest her on your hip, “That’s right! You’re Amelia and you’re how old?” You ask.

“Four!” She says again, holding up three fingers before Shawn brings up another one of her fingers.

“Yeah!” You say gently rubbing your nose against hers.

Shawn begins waving and saying goodbye to the crowd. You begin waving and get Amelia to copy your movements as you walk out, Shawn following close behind, a hand on your back. You place a kiss on your daughter’s forehead and talk to her quietly.

“God, I missed you guys so much.” Shawn says pulling you in for a big hug as soon as your each the hallway.

“We missed you too. And this one said she wanted to see her daddy perform for her birthday.” You and Shawn both smile down at her.

Shawn leans down and begins peppering kisses all over her face as she giggles. You move Amelia up on your higher on your hip as you look at her.

“Do you want to show daddy what else you learned?” You ask her and she nods.

“What else did you learn, little princess? Show daddy.” Shawn says, running his fingers through her hair.

You point to Shawn’s shirt, “What color is Daddy’s shirt?”

She looks at it for a moment before answering, “White!”

You and Shawn praise her before you ask her the color of your shirt.

“Blue!”

“Very good, Amelia!” You say with a smile.

You point to her shirt, asking her the color.

“Purple!” She answers, praise from you and Shawn following.

You point to your stomach, “What’s in here?”

“Food?” She asks.

You shake your head and glance at Shawn. He has his brows furrowed and you can tell he’s about to catch.

“What’s in here, Amelia? What’s in mommy’s tummy?” You ask again.

“Baby!” She answers after watching you make the ‘b’ sound with your mouth.

“What?” You hear Shawn ask.

You look at him and see he has a smile on his face as he looks at you.

“Are you really?” He asks, his eyes starting to water.

“Yeah, I am.” You smile.

Shawn pulls you close, giving you a kiss before leaning his forehead against yours, continuing to leave kisses on your nose and lips.

“Amelia, you’re going to be a big sister.” Shawn says, his smile never faltering.

“I think it’s funny how I got pregnant so close to you leaving. I’m ten weeks and we haven’t seen you in two months.” You say, running your fingers through Shawn’s hair.

“Well, we had plenty of chances while I was still home.” He grins.

You shake your head, a small laugh escaping your lips, “Shawn!”

“So, you’re ten weeks, eh?” Shawn asks, running a hand over your stomach.

“Yup. I found out about three weeks ago. I felt bad for not telling you, but I wanted to tell you in person.”

“I don’t even care that you waited so long. I’m just excited to have another baby.” He grinned.

“I can tell.” You smile.

“This is everything I’ve ever wanted. A solid music career, a beautiful, funny, caring, amazing wife, and kids. My own little family. I’m so grateful and lucky that you’re the one giving it to me.” He smiled, kissing you.

“I love you, Shawn.”

“I love you, too. And I also love you,” he pauses to give Amelia a kiss, “and you.” He bends down to kiss your unnoticeable bump.

You couldn’t help but get a warm feeling in your heart. Seeing Shawn so happy and having such a wonderful family was everything you could’ve hoped for. You know this is exactly where you want to be. With Shawn and your children. Happy, safe, and healthy.

In a universe where Keith really does have white hair and fangs, he goes through an embarrassing vampire phase at the ripe age of 12.

-Keith would run around the house in a shitty vampire Halloween costume all day.

-He totally once tried to suck Shiro’s blood while in his sleep.

-Shiro: [Suddenly jostles awake.] Keith, WHAT THE FUCK.

-Shiro was forced to pretend it was a bugbite in public for two consecutive weeks.

-Later Keith got banned from consuming any vampire-related media for a month, seeing as it proved to be a Bad influence on him.

-Shiro: Look, lil’ bro, I love you, but you gotta fucking STOP.

 A 12 year old Keith, pointing at his fangs: It’s not a phase,    Shiro, this who I really am!

-Keith eventually got over it, but not without leaving behind tons of incriminating evidence that would remain in his Loving big brother’s possession.

-Even to this day Shiro still taunts Keith with it.

@alluruh

(Please do not tag as She!th.)

Forget Me Not

A/N: @maruthor, here is the Jaybird angst I said I would write ^.^ Also: special thanks to @nightwingdiva who helps me make my angst as painful as possible. She is kind enough to read all of my angst before it gets posted and helps me add all the special little twists and details.

Y/N fought back tears as she ran through the cave. She had gotten a call from Tim twenty minutes earlier. Jason had been injured evacuating a building filled with victims of human trafficking.

It was a case he had been following for months and had brought the rest of his family in to help with. He had been so caught up with tracking down leads that he had barely been around lately. Not that Y/N complained about it, but there is only so much someone can take.

One missed date night turns into two and suddenly she hasn’t seen her boyfriend in a month. Y/N remembered gathering courage to talk to him last week. She had just wanted to get lunch with him. Was that too much to ask? Just sit and eat with me, Jay. Help me remember that I have a boyfriend and that it isn’t just a title I wear.

He didn’t like that though. When Jason is focused on something, that is his world. Everything else fades as he dedicates all of his time and energy to reaching some far off goal he set for himself. Usually, Y/N is able to drag him out of it for small portions of time without it affecting him overly, but this time, the case was personal. The targets of the human trafficking ring were all street kids, like he had been. Many of them Jason knew and tried to take care of when he had the time.

When Y/N had walked into the makeshift headquarters Jason had set up, his brothers had taken one look at her before stepping out. They knew Jason was pushing himself too hard and they hoped Y/N might help a bit, but Jason had tried to dismiss her as soon as he laid eyes on her. He couldn’t afford any distractions when these kids were in danger.

“Jason, you need to eat. I brought you your favorite.” She had begged quietly as she held up a bag of fast food. “And when was the last time you slept? You look exhausted.”

“That’s because I am tired.” Jason said absentmindedly as he continued typing on the computer, not look up at her once. “Just leave the food on the table and I’ll eat it eventually.”

“Actually, I was hoping you would eat with me.” Y/N said quietly as she put a hand on his shoulder.

Jason flinched as he shook her hand off. “I would, but what I am doing right now is far too important to pause for a lunch date.”

Y/N tried not to get too hurt at his words. “I know, it is just that we haven’t had a date in two months and I wanted to see you.”

Jason closed his eyes and sighed. “I’m sorry, but I can’t. There are lives at stake here.”

“That might not be the only thing at stake.” Y/N muttered under her breath.

Jason finally looked at her, his teal eyes narrowed in irritation. “Look, you knew what you were getting into when you decided to stay with me despite me being the Red Hood. If you can’t handle the pressure of dating a vigilante, then pack your shit and get out of my apartment. Now, I need to get back to work if you are done distracting me.”

Y/N bit her lip as she shook off the painful memory of his words and approached the table he was now lying on. “How is he?” She asked Dick, completely breathless from running.

“We aren’t sure yet.” Dick said, his normally bright eyes dull with worry. “He got hit pretty hard by a falling beam. We weren’t expecting the building to blow, but we got everyone out. Jason was the last one in the building, making sure every last person got out.”

Y/N felt her heart break. Of course Jason would get hurt making sure no victims had been left behind. Dick wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into a comforting hug. “He’s been through worse, he’ll make it through this, too.” He said as he played with her hair. Y/N nodded and pulled away. She would love to let Dick comfort her, he was a fantastic friend and the best at soothing emotional hurt, but right now all she wanted was to be with Jason.

She sat down in the chair beside his bed and took his hand. It was odd seeing him so still and lifeless. All his wounds had been treated and his dark hair was mostly hidden with gauze. She laid a kiss on his knuckles as she studied his emotionless face. He looked like a wax doll of himself laying on the bed.

“Do you know when he will wake up?” Y/N asked.

Dick cleared his throat and took in a shaky breath. “He may not.” He whispered hoarsely as he walked away.

Y/N got up and leaned over the bed. “Jason, I need you to come back to me. You did it once before and I have no doubt you will do it again. You are the strongest person I have ever met and I love you for it.” She said as she laid a kiss on his forehead.

She pulled back, hoping to see his beautiful eyes, open and alert, but they remained closed.

She settled in the chair once again and sighed. She was determined to stay until he woke up.

Funnily enough, it turned out he would wake her up.

“Who the ever loving fuck are you?” Y/N jolted awake at the words. She looked up to see him scowling at her.

“Jason, I’m your girlfriend. We have been dating for two years.” Y/N said, thinking that would help to clear up some of his apparent confusion.

“Think I’d remember if I was in a long term relationship.” Jason scoffed. “Now, if you don’t mind” get the hell out of this room.”

Dick chose that moment to walk in. “Good, he’s awake.”

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but Jason spoke first. “Could you get this crazy bitch out of this room? She is claiming to be my girlfriend and it is pissing me the fuck off.”

Y/N didn’t wait for Dick’s response as she walked out the door. For months now, it had seemed like she was slowly fading out of Jason’s life. What a cruel twist of fate that he would actually forget about their entire relationship. She just wished she had the luxury of forgetting their relationship as well so that she wouldn’t have to deal with the heartbreak.


Prompt: Not sure if your requests are open but I’m a big fan and I was wondering if you could do a Jason Todd x reader where Jason gets hurt on a mission and gets amnesia and forgets the reader by anon

jealous | reggie mantle (riverdale)

Originally posted by riverdalesource

prompt: 28- “shut up, just shut up!”

a/n: this is work of my newest lil bean co-owner davina!! please leave a warm message in our ask box or down below so she knows you guys are loving her work!! leave request my babies!!

it’s been two months since Reggie and I started dating, two truly beautiful months.

we’ve been best friends since the kindergarten so we practically grew up together, even though our families hated each other for unknown reasons.

because of that, we decided to keep our whole relationship as a secret. so the two of us were happy, at least for a while.

it was Sunday night and as a weirdo that I am, I spent it watching my favorite horror movies. Suddenly, I heard tapping on my window. I hurriedly stood up and grabbed my flashlight.

“Who… who is it?” I stuttered.

“Michael Myers” I heard a familiar voice. It was my beloved significant other, Reginald Mantle.

“Reggie?!” I was upset and creeped out.

“What on earth are you doing? You scared the shit out of me!”

“Now, now, can I come in or not?” He said trough laughter. I quickly dragged him inside my room, trying not to wake up my parents.

“So? What is so important, Mantle?”

“Look" he sighed

“Will you come to the match tomorrow night?”

“The football match?“ he nodded. 

“Reggie… I don’t think we…” “Y/N…”

“My parents will be there!” I halfshouted

“I’m sick of these secrets, Y/N! You are my girlfriend, my soulmate. I would kill for you, I would take you on a journey to heaven and show you to the angels. I care about you more than I care about their reaction.”

he grabbed my hand “please” he whispered

I was truly touched with his words, so I decided to say yes to the match.

“Fine.” I sighed

‘What could possibly go wrong?’ I thought. well, I wasn’t right.

I spent the whole day thinking about the match and my boyfriend. I hoped that my parents won't be there, regardless to the fact that my older brother was in the team too.

“Y/N?”

unexpectedly my best friend, Veronica approached me

I met Veronica last year and we have been friends since then. Best friends, actually. In attempt to grab my coffee, she realized that I was in fact wearing a Riverdale Bulldogs shirt underneath my denim jacket.

“You are not going to that match, right?”

“I am, actually.”

Even though we were besties, I haven’t told her about my relationship with Reggie.

“You… have some something you wish to tell me?” Crap, she knew me well. She knew I was hiding something.

I shook my head “No, I do not.”

That was a terrible mistake.

It was finally 6:30PM. I grabbed my phone along with my car keys and left the family house.

i was terrified and excited at the same time. The stands were full, this surely was an important match for the Bulldogs. All of a sudden, Veronica appeared in front of me.

“Veronica?” I gasped.

“What… what are you doing here?" "I'm a cheerleader, silly” she laughed.

the situation was getting worse and worse “Are… are my parents here?” I asked the raven haired girl in front of me

“Oh yeah. They are with your brother in the changing room.” Boom. That was it. It always gets worse.

“Veronica… I have to tell you somet….”

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the annual Riverdale High vs Kingsley High match.” I was cut off by the host.

“Listen, I gotta go. See you later, okay?” She kissed my cheek and ran away to her River Vixens.

I quickly sat on my seat in the stands, waiting for my boyfriend to appear.

I saw my parents, sitting there, without even noticing me. My anxiety hit me.

Suddenly, a strange group of boys in lather jackets sat next to me. I couldn't recognize them, they weren't from our school.

“Hello there, beautiful” One of them spoke, grabbing my shoulder.

“I… I'm not” I was fearful. I tried to pull down his hand

“… and now we welcome the Riverdale Bulldogs and our one and only, River Vixens!”

“I have a boyfriend” I whispered, my voice was shaky. On spur of moment, the Bulldogs appeared, with my boyfriend in the first row.

“He doesn't have to know, babe” He tried to press his lips against mine.

“No!” I slapped him. That caught my boyfriend's eye.

“Hey!” Reggie said to the guy next to me.

Suddenly, the music stopped.

“What do you think you're doing?”

He was furious. The guy in the lather jacket stood up.

“Reggie…” I tried to calm him down. The whole crowd, including my parents, was staring.

“If you ever lay a hand on my girlfriend, I will murder your ass!"  He said with anger in his voice. Tears started forming in my eyes.

Everybody started clapping and cheering "Reggie?!” I whispered.

“My… OUR parents, we cannot…”

“Shut up, just shut up.”

He sensually kissed me and the clapping became even louder.  I saw my parents, sitting there, laughing and clapping with the rest of the crowd.

I was happy, for the first time in my life, I was actually happy. I loved Reggie, the way his eyes met mine. He surely was a jealous type, but if you weren't jealous every once in a while, you wouldn't be in love.

Damn baby ~ Jack Maynard

Characters: Reader X Jack Maynard x Anna Maynard X Conor Maynard

Word Count: 1024

Summary: Your Anna’s friend and just turned eighteen. Jack whom you hadn’t seen for two years due to your move to the Caribbean, instantly falls for you. 

Requested: Yes, two requested combined

I’m sorry for not posting, school is a bore and my new job takes up most of the time. I hope you understand :( I had Its Been Years part four done but I have changed my mind on how to write seven times in two weeks, it WILL be up this weekened tho. I know I say i will post but seriously it will be up this weekend.

Also SHOUT OUT TO MY BABY FOR HITTINIG ONE MILLION 

P.s I aslo found I am 1% of 7 billion people to have differnet coloured eyes, pretty fucking awesome if you asked me.

Not my gif


Originally posted by hidden-in-a-dreams-gifs


“So you travel all the way to London, to and I quote ‘spend time with you’ but your leaving for a girly day with your friend?” Jack questioned his sister who was putting her shoes on. 

“Yes.” Anna huffed looking up at her two older brothers, “I haven’t seen her in two years and it was her birthday six months ago, I haven’t given her presents. She also moved her for uni last month and I haven’t had time to see her.”

“Do we know her?” Conor asked his eyes narrowed as Anna picked up her bag pack. 

“Yes.”

“When did you know someone three years older than you?” Jack asked his eyebrows raised.

“She lived across the street from us.”

“Gappy Gabby?” 

“Gappy who? Look, I’m late you I’ll be back in like four hours and I’ll bring her back to the apartment okay? Okay, Bye!” Anna shouted running out of Jack’s apartment.

Conor turns his head towards Jack who was staring dumfounded at the door, “We just got played by our little sister.”

“We taught her well, Jack. We taught her well.”


Jack and Conor were playing Fifa when the door opened and loud laughter filled their ears. “Looks like we are meeting the new friend.” Jack commented waiting for Anna and her friend to walk through the door.

“-babe trust me; the boys are an A plus…” You spoke following her into a room which you guess was the living room. You felt yourself smirk seeing the Maynard brother you had been crushing on since you were kid, have in had an amazing glow up. “…but there was no Jack Maynard on the island.”

Conor and Jack froze in their seats for two different reasons.

For Conor, the girl he counted as his other little had returned back from moving to Caribbean. She had changed a lot and it scared him because if that happened to you in two years, what could happen to his little sister.

For Jack, however, well. The boy thought he had fallen in love. You weren’t chubby, the braces had disappeared, your skin was flawless with a gorgeous brown tan, your body was the perfect hourglass figure and your eyes shined bright.

He wanted you.

He watched as you smirked that gorgeous smirk before speaking, “Well, I was gone for two years and I don’t even get a hug? Shameful.”

Conor was the first to react jumping out his seat laughing, “Y/N it’s been too long!”

“Tell me about it. I missed my Maynard fam.” You pouted hugging the older Maynard, you noticed Jack looking at you in a dazed and mouthed ‘You the most’ with a wink.

Pulling back from your hug with Conor, you opened your arms ready for a hug with Mr. Jack Maynard. He was already stood up so he silently made his way other to you and pulled you into a hug, being the boy he is. He looked down towards your ass and noticed had big it had gotten, groaning he spoke aloud, “Damn baby, you got hot.”

Anna gasped as you pulled away with a confident look, “Thanks papi.”

Anna gasped again in horror and Conor laughed at his brothers face, which looked like he wanted to take you right there. “Can you two stop. I really don’t want my best friend and brother flirting.”

“Sorry babe.” You grinned throwing your arm around her shoulders, “You brother has always been hot as fuck but talk about glow up. Damn papi, you take a hot shot or something?”

Jack looked you up or down smirking, “Me? Baby I think you did. Look at you, you’re fucking gorgeous. ” He moved with his hand to your body.

“I prefer mami but thanks I know I am.” You smirked.

Conor laughed loudly, “I love this new Y/N.”

“I prefer the old one.” Anna grumbled jokingly making the three of you laugh.


Four months later….

“Take me here, right now.” Y/N smirked as she walked in on Jack shirtless doing push ups. Used to Y/N randomly walking into his apartment Jack looked up at her with a smirk before carrying on with his push ups. “Awh, you’re no fun.”

Jack laughed to himself not bothering to look up and pay the girl some attention started doing sit ups but it all stopped when he felt a weight on him stopping him from carrying on. Feeling his skin come in contact with skin leaving him with a burning sensation, he opened his eyes to see the girl that had been teasing him for months on end.

“Now that was rude.” Jack smirked, hands sitting comfortable on your waist. “I was trying to work out.”

“Baby you don’t need to work out, your one sexy motherfucker.” You smiled placing your hands on his chest. 

“I prefer papi but thanks I know I am.” 

You laughed loudly knowing he used the words you had said a couple of months ago, Jack looked up at you lovingly hearing your laugh.

God he loved that laugh.

You quieted down staring back into his eyes, you leaned forward so your nose was touching his. “When are you going to ask me Jack?”

“When am I going to ask you? Well I had this big date planned but since your so impatient.” Jack huffed, rolling his eyes jokingly he smiled. “Will you, Y/F/N, do me the honour of being my girlfriend?”

You laughed softly nodding your head, “Who would say no to a papi like you Maynard?”

Jack laughed before grabbing your face in his hands and crashing his lips into yours. Smiling through the kiss, you couldn’t think about how happy you are moving back to London. Feeling you smile, Jack smiled too knowing he was truly happy with you.

However, your little make out session came crashing down when to voices where heard through the apartment.

“WHOO, that’s my bro.”

“No. No, no. Y/N! Why! Why damn it!”

Laughing you carried on kissing Jack but both of your stuck you middle fingers in the air, to piss them off. It was silent for a while and both you and Jack thought they had left but…

“Okay but really cut it the fuck out, we brought pizza.”


sophomore blues ☾ liam dunbar

summary : the reality that all of his pack members, and the girl he loves the most in the world, are leaving for college in august finally sets in for liam and sadness ensues, but everyone thinks he’s just stressed about school and being a sophomore. 

   He’s in the locker room when he realizes it, but not on his own. Liam is shoving his lax uniform in his extra school bag, placing the stick in front of his locker and preparing to leave for his next class when someone taps his shoulder. He turns around, Mason beside him, and gives a side smile to the boy who tapped him. It’s another boy from the lacrosse team, just a year older than Liam is, and his name is Alex. 

    “Oh, hey Alex, what’s up?” Liam tries to make his smile more genuine, but he doesn’t like the other boy all that much. He’s never been fond of the boys that hit on his girl despite knowing that her and Liam were very much together. He’s friendly nevertheless, considering Alex plays with lacrosse with him and Coach has a very strict policy that all the teammates must get along- enacted after e every incident involving Jackson Whittemore and the dynamic duo of Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski. 

    “You’re dating Y/N Y/L/N, right?” 

     Liam looks at Mason for a split second, refraining from rolling his eyes before turning back toward Alex, nodding. “Yeah. I am. Why?” Alex shrugs, slinging an arm around Liam’s shoulders and parading him out of the locker room. Liam reaches behind him for Mason, grabbing the front of his best friend’s shirt and dragging him out, too. 

    “Sucks that she’s leaving for college in, like, a month and a half, right? Must be rough for you. Good luck, dude,” Alex drops Liam off in front of English class with a loud pat on the shoulder and a condescending, fake smile. Liam, stunned into silence, doesn’t move or speak or think or even breathe for a good two minutes. Mason nudges him. Still nothing. 

    Because by now, he’s realizing it. He gets it. Y/N is a senior, and she graduates in two weeks without Liam by her side, the little sophomore with the anger issues and the werewolf problem. Sometimes, he forgets that there’s an age difference between them. She doesn’t make him feel like the youngest in the group the way the others do, she doesn’t team him in the same way that Scott and Stiles do, he doesn’t feel like a baby when he’s around her, she’s different and he’s pretty sure that she’s the love of his life. Now, he remembers that she’s going to college out of state. He remembers how excited she is to meet new people and grow up and leave Beacon Hills and leave him, just like majority of his friends are doing, too, and that’s when the sadness sets in. 

    Everyone in the pack thinks it’s the “sophomore blues.” It’s known by now that sophomore year is the most stressful year of high school, and by the end of the year, you’ve had at least three breakdowns in an effort to perfect your grades and social standing and extracurricular list for the colleges. Freshmen year is hard, but it’s the adjustment period, so bad times can be overlooked. It’s sophomore year that gets you, so that’s what people assume is wrong with him. Y/N knows a bit better, she thinks that something else is up, but he won’t admit to it. Not yet. 

   “Liam, are you sure that you’re okay?” Y/N worries over him one day, exactly a week from graduation. The thought of such a thing makes Liam want to cry, just a little bit. She drags him behind the bleachers of the lacrosse field, the spot where they went together to get away from the rest of the pack when they desired to be alone for a few minutes. She took his face in her hands, checking for flushed cheeks or glassy eyes. 

    “I’m fine,” he snapped, turning his head away from her. Y/N’s hands dropped to her sides as ducked underneath the bleachers and headed back toward the field. She went after him, confused, as Liam jogs up the bleachers and sits all the way at the top. She joins him after a moment’s hesitance, not sure if he wants her company. The problem is that he always wants her company, and she’d be leaving before summer vacation even ended. “I’m just stressed, is all. Okay? Get off my back,” he added gruffly when she slid into the seat beside him. He watched the frown settle on her lips. 

    “So, what is this? Are you just being moody because it’s a stressful time of the year? I know you’ve got finals and stuff coming up but you don’t have to be mean to me just ‘cause you’re stressed out,” Y/N fired back, folding her arms and staring straight ahead instead of at him the way she usually did. Liam, feeling guilty, moved closer to her on the bleachers, prying her hand off her arm. He slid his hand into hers. “And you know I could always help you out. I took all these classes already, it wouldn’t be a hassle. Straight A’s remember?” 

     Liam shrugged. “Tell me again why you’re not valedictorian, or at least salutatorian?” 

     “Lydia would’ve been valedictorian, not me,” she corrected quickly, “but we both missed too many school days to qualify and I fell behind in psych last year, anyway.” She paused, then glanced at her boyfriend and asked, “Are you coming next week? To the graduation ceremony?” 

    He waited for a second before answering, an action which may have been misconstrued as hesitance. Even so, of course he was going. He wouldn’t miss it for the world, but it didn’t mean he was going to be happy about watching you eventually move on from Beacon Hills and eventually, from him. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going, babe.” He squeezed her hand reassuringly. “I just wish…” he stopped himself, telling himself that it was because he didn’t want to make Y/N upset, but it was really because he wanted to start crying and preferred to do so in the comfort of his own home instead of in front of her. 

     “Wish what, Lee?” Y/N turned in her seat to face him completely, taking both of his hands in hers and lacing their fingers together with a small smile on her face. She waited, looking down at their hands until she heard Liam sniff. Her gaze snapped back to him in alarm, and she practically shoved his hands away so she could grab his face and pull her to him when she caught the tears in his eyes that he had tried to hide from her. “Liam, oh my god, what’s wrong, baby? What’s wrong?” 

    He’d never cried in front of her in the ten months that they’d been together, so this was very surprising. She barely knew how to react, all she could do was wrap her arms around him and try to rub his back comfortingly. He didn’t even make a sound, he was utterly silent and the silence worried her more than anything else. Liam was rarely ever upset. She felt him shake his head even though it was pressed against her shoulder. His hair tickled her cheek. “Liam, you’ve gotta talk to me,” Y/N whispered, stroking his hair. “You can tell me anything, I’m always here for you. Please, tell me what’s wrong.” 

     He felt like such a baby in that moment, looking up from her shoulder with his cheeks terribly red and his nose running and the stain of tears reflecting back at her. He rubbed furiously at his face, trying to get rid of the evidence. He sniffed again. He let his love gently take his hands away from his face and use her own gentle ones to wipe away the tears. “I-I’m sorry, ugh, I’m s-so sor- sorry,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “That was such a baby move, I’m sorry.” 

     She shushed him, “Don’t apologize. You’re allowed to cry, Liam. It’s fine. You know me, you know I cry all the time, and I’m eighteen years old. It’s no big deal, honey,” she searched his face, noting how his expression fell even further when she spoke her age. “Tell me what’s bothering you. And don’t say it’s the sophomore blues. I know you too well.” 

    Liam sighed, pushing out his bottom lip and biting it for a minute before speaking again, his voice very quiet, “Okay. I-I- um,” he took a deep breath. “I’m sixteen. Not even seventeen yet. And you’re eighteen.” 

    Y/N furrowed her brow. “Oh… I thought the age difference didn’t bother you? I thought you said it wasn’t weird? Is it weird now?” 

    “No, no, it’s just, uh, you’re graduating next week.” He took another deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “And then you’re gonna leave. And be in college. And you’re not gonna be here, with me. And everyones talking about their futures and how college is gonna be great and you’re all so excited so I couldn’t ruin your happiness with my stupid sadness over you leaving but I’m so sad about it, Y/N.” Liam laid his head against your shoulder, closing his eyes. “I can’t tell you to stay, obviously, because I want you to go out there and show everyone how amazing you are and I’m so happy you’re graduating and I’m happy that you’re happy but…” 

    “I’ve been trying not to think about it,” she said after a little while. “I don’t wanna leave, either. But the school-” 

    “It’s your dream, I know,” he said. “I just- I just don’t want you to fall in love with anyone else, or forget about me. You’re everything to me,” his voice broke, “I wouldn’t know who to be without you anymore. Maybe I’m overreacting, I don’t care. I know I’m just a sophomore in high school and that you’re gonna attract every guy within a five mile radius, and that you might forget about it, and of course if you’re happy then I want you to be happy even if it’s not with me but also I don’t. I’m just scared, all right? I’m scared.”  

    She hugged him again, as tight as she could manage, and she kissed the top of his head. She felt his arms slide up her back, his face breathing in the comforting scent of her hair. “I love you, Liam. And that’s not going to change. Ever. I know that it’s not, okay? I just know it. You’re it. I don’t care that you’re a little bit younger or that I’m going away for a little while, because we’ll make it work. We always do. We always will.” 

    Her words washed over him reassuringly, his doubts cleared from his mind as her lips found their way to his, tilting his chin up toward her and staying pressed against his own until they had to breathe again. His smile, she decided when they pulled away, could most likely light up this entire lacrosse field. 

    When they walked back to class, he asked her to drop him off in front of his science classroom. Y/N had given up trying to be on time to her classes and lost the ability to care, anyway. Liam wanted her to walk him to class for a specific reason. The minute they reached the door, he stalled for a minute. Then, Alex passed, and Liam pulled him back from entering the room. “Alex, you know my girlfriend, correct?” 

    Y/N was a particularly popular senior, so of course Alex knew who she was. He nodded eagerly, hoping to get a better introduction. Liam smirked at him. He pulled Y/N closer, arms around her waist as he kissed her deeply and unapologetically in the middle of the hallway. As Alex awkwardly turned and shuffled into class, Y/N rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. 

    “Ugh,” she teased, “you’re such a sophomore.”

    “Hey! Not funny, babe!”

Hickeys

Prompt - Hi I was wondering if I could have an imagine with Chekov? Maybe something where he walks onto the bridge with hickies and everyone is trying to guess where he got them, and he’s being all nervous and cute about it, but eventually they find out? Ofc I understand if that was too complicated and stuff ty❤ 2

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You roll over and make snuggle against your boyfriend’s chest, trying to fall back to sleep. Pavel tightens his arms around you, he’s still asleep. You lean forward and start sucking small marks all along his neck. These marks join the wide array of marks that you had left on him last night.

“Y/N” he mumbled sleepily, “Vhat time is it?”

“Almost time for us to get up”

He hummed, “Sleep zhen, love”

You smile softy, Pasha had never really been a morning person, and he always wanted to sleep until the very last second, which was what you were counting on. Pasha never had any time to do anything in the morning but throw on some cloths and run to the Bridge.

“I’m gonna get up, baby. I need to get dressed”

Pavel hums, but he lets you go. “Computer, lights at 15%”

The lights in the room slowly turned up, and you walked over to the closet and pulled on your blue dress. You make your way to the bathroom and take a quick sonic shower and then get dressed.

You walk back out to your bedroom and sit down on the side of your bed. Pavel groaned and curled his body around you, he knew that it was time to get up. “Come on, Pasha. It’s time to get up. You have 20 minutes until you have to be on the Bridge”

“Don’t vant to vake up” he mumbled.

This argument was a daily thing, “But if you aren’t on the Bridge in time, who’s going to announce the Captain?”

Pavel grumbles something, but he finally gets up. He stumbles over to the closet and grabs him cloths, and then stumbling into the bathroom to take a water shower, it’s the only way for him to actually wake himself up.

“Make is quick, Pasha! I let you sleep for an extra 10 minutes” You call.

You quickly slip on your leggings and boots. According to Starfleet you had to get the Captain’s permission to wear the leggings, and you did. As a nurse it is really inconvenient to wear a dress. Pavel rushes out or the bathroom just as you finish zipping up your boots.

“Come on, Y/N! It is time to go!” He shouts

You smirk when you see the hickeys standing out against his pale throat, and Pavel doesn’t even notice. You give him one last kiss at the door and the two of you part ways. You have been keeping your relationship secret for almost 6 months now, and you think the hickeys on his neck is a good way to broach the subject

“Keptin on zhe Bridge!” Pavel shouts, spinning around in his chair to give Jim a bright smile.

“Whoa, Chekov! You look like someone mauled your neck! Who’s the lucky lady?” Jim grins

“Keptin! Vhat are you …”

Sulu leans over and hands Chekov a mirror, so he can see the purple bruises all over his neck. “I don’t think you’ll be able to cover those up, Pavel, and now everyone knows you’ve been getting laid, so you might as well spill.”

“Ve are trying to keep it quiet” Chekov mumbled, blushing dark red under everyone’s attention, “I do not know is she vould be happy if I told you.”

“Fine! Then we’ll guess!” Jim says, he flops into the captain’s chair and furrows his brow in concentration. “Are you sleeping with Galia again?”

“No!!”

“How about Nichelle? Eline? Kes? Troi?”

“No! None of zhem!” At every word, Chekov gets even redder.

“Just tell us!” Uhura calls, “If you don’t, then Jim is just gonna name every single female person on this whole Starship”

“Fine! Fine, I’ll tell you …” Pavel clears his throat, “Y/N, I’ve been in a relationship vith Y/N for 6 months now”

“You got with one of Bones’ nurses! He’s gonna kill you!”

“Keptin!”

“Don’t worry, kid. I won’t let anyone hurt you, but you know that Bones is gonna have a talk with you. He sees all of those girls as his family, you know that”

“Of course I know zat! Vhy do you zhink ve have kept zhis a secret!” Chekov looks genuinely terrified at this point, and Jim can’t help but laugh.

“And to top it all off, Y/N is the youngest nurse that Bones has down there! Only 19 years old! Bones sees her almost as a daughter”

Pavel gulps, “Yes, I am avare of zhis.”

Everyone on the Bridge chuckles. Suddenly the turbo lift opens and Bones storms out, “Chekov!”

Sulu leans over and whispers in Pavel’s ear, “You might want to run and find your girl. She’s probably the only one who can calm Doctor McCoy down at this point”

Chekov nods frantically and tries to figure out a way to get around the doctor and into the turbo lift. Fortunately, you don’t have to, because Y/N charges out of the lift only a few moments after the Doctor.

“Bones!” She shouts, “Leave him alone! “

“You two have been datin’ for 6 months and no one told me!” Bones shouts

“I’m sorry we didn’t tell you! I knew you would react like this! I didn’t want you to scare him away!”

“You really though I would do something like that?”

“You’re doing it right now! Can you see how terrified he is! I’m an adult, Bones. I can make my own decisions!”

Bones grumbles something under his breath before he turns back to look at Pavel, “If you hurt her, just remember I know hundreds of ways to kill a man”

Pavel nodded frantically, “Of course, Doctor. I vould never hurt, Y/N”

Bones huffs and nods, “Fine” He turns around and walks back to the lift, “Come on, Y/N. We have work to do in Medbay”

You throw one last wink over your shoulder and blow a kiss to Pavel, “Coming, Doctor”

As soon as the doors close Pavel slumps down in his seat. Jim is still cracking up behind you, “That was great! You’re face, Chekov! God I thought you were going to wet yourself!” Once he finishes laughing he sits up straighter, “Alright everyone, dramas over for the day, time to actually work”

Everyone gets back to work, and Pavel can’t stop blushing. He already starts plotting on how to get back at you for the little stunt you had just pulled.

anonymous asked:

“Please just… answer me.”

11. Midnight Confessions 

Warnings: Angst mostly 

My requests are open xx


Maybe it was the way the snow was swirling outside and it reminded you of the time that the two of you leapt out of bed at midnight in nothing but your pajamas and boots to go celebrate the first winter storm. Or maybe it could have been the way that the air smelled sweet and familiar, almost like home, almost like him. Or it could have been the way that you were quite literally shit faced off of a cheap bottle of wine as you watched cheesy romance movies on Lifetime and all you could think about was him. 

You were bitter, sure. And yeah, you were a little sad. Well, scratch that. A lot sad. Really sad. So sad that you had abandoned the movie with a happy ending to instead sprawl out on your living room floor, your phone clutched in one hand, a bottle of red in the other. You’d become a cliche: the heartbroken girl, pitying herself as she laid on the floor and replayed old videos that now only held the what could have been. 

This particular video was from the time Harry flew you out to Jamaica in the middle of his recording process. Your schedules had lined up just right, you had enough vacation hours, and you missed him, dammit. You couldn’t remember if this was the second or third day you’d been there, but Harry had led you to a lush spot two miles behind the studio where he’d been staying for the past three weeks. In the center of the greenery was a crystal clear pool of water filled by a decent sized waterfall that roared on the other side of the bank. It’d taken your breath away, and you couldn’t believe that it was just the two of you where no one could find you. You two were quite literally in your own little paradise. 

“Harry,” you cooed from behind the phone. You grimaced at your voice. 

Harry turned to you, swim trunks hanging low on his hips. He was dripping wet from his swim, his now short hair slicked back from the water. “Wha’ yeh doin’?” he asked. 

“Nothin’,” you giggled. 

He smirked and your heart broke. “Doesn’t look like nothin’.” 

Harry started for the camera and you squealed behind the device. You held it up, right to his face. His eyes flicked down to the lense and then back up, presumably to meet yours. 

“Yeh havin’ fun?” he asked. 

“Are you having fun?” you asked back. 

Harry smiled as he chomped on a piece of gum. “’M havin’ a lot ‘f fun,” he admitted. 

“Good,” you heard yourself whisper. “I love you.” 

You remembered that moment clear as day. He looked angelic with the waterfall behind him, that smile on his face, hair wet and slicked back. He was yours and you were his. 

“I love yeh, too,” Harry replied. He leaned forward and the recording shut off. 

You remembered that he kissed you, taking the phone from your grasp and tossing it over next to your clothes. Then the two of you made love in the water. 

You closed out of your photos app and your thumb hovered over the call button in the lower left corner of the screen. Sober you knew it was a terrible idea; drunk you also knew it was a terrible idea, but didn’t care. So you scrolled through your contacts until you found his name, sitting there between Hannah and Harvey, one of your managers at work. You tapped Harry’s name and held the phone up to your ear, mindlessly picking at the loose spindles of fabric in the carpet as it rang. 

It went to voicemail after a while and you sighed. Your heart jumped at the sound of his voice. “Hi, you’ve reached Harry Styles. Please leave a message and I’ll get back to yeh.” 

There was a beep and then it all came pouring out. 

“Hey…’s me,” you slurred. “I was jus’ thinking about you is all. We were good together, yeah? Everyone thought so. I guess all I’m tryin’ to say is that I miss you.” 

Sober you would have hung up by now. Sober you wouldn’t have even called in the first place. But drunk you started crying, and decided to stay on the line anyway. 

“Harry… please… just answer me. I miss you. I love you. I fucked up, yeah? It’s been three months and I… I can’t stop thinking about you. It doesn’t stop hurting and I just… please. I’m sorry.” 

You ended the call abruptly and flopped your head down on the living room carpet, sobbing. Eventually, you passed out there, your tears drying into sticky trails on your cheeks. 

Hours later, at some point in the early hours of the morning, you woke to harsh banging coming from your front door. You sat up too quickly and your head pounded in protest from too much wine and too many tears. 

“Damn it, open up!” the voice yelled from the other side. 

You gasped. You’d know that voice anywhere. It was Harry. Last night’s events came rushing back and you cursed yourself as you stood, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders. 

The knocking stopped but you could still hear his voice on the other side. You unlocked the door and opened it, not concerned with what you looked like, considering he’d probably seen you look worse. 

Harry, dressed in black, a contrast to the blanket of snow behind him, turned his attention toward you, his eyes steady on your frame. You noticed he had his phone to his ear. “She jus’ opened the door…. Yeah… Yeh too… G'night.” He didn’t take his eyes off of you as he ended the call. 

“Who was that?” you asked. 

“Yeh mum. I thought yeh’d done somethin’ stupid.” He sounded pissed. 

You could feel your cheeks redden. “Well I’m fine. So you can go.” 

As you went to shut the door, Harry stopped it with his foot. “Stop pushin’ me away, damn it!” 

You didn’t have the energy to fight right now. That’s how you’d gotten into this situation in the first place. The last month of your relationship was nothing but fighting. Over what, you weren’t even sure. You felt you were holding him back, wanting too much, needing more of him than he could give. He felt he wasn’t enough, was never there, and couldn’t give you what you needed from him. 

“Harry, I don’t wanna do this,” you sighed. 

“Wha’ ‘bout me?” he protested. “Wha’ ‘bout wha’ I wan’?”

You rolled your eyes, pulling the blanket around you tighter. “It’s always been about what you want! You want to go to Jamaica for two months, you want to fall off the face of the earth, you want to do promo and not think about if I want to be there! You just go and you leave me behind! You think I care about my job at all? I work because I’m bored, Harry. I work because I want a sense of normalcy, because being with you was anything but normal! But did you ever think that I just wanted to drop it all and follow you anywhere? I was so god damn proud of you. I am proud of you. But it felt like you didn’t want me next to you when you took over the world.” You were crying again. 

Harry chewed his lip, running a hand through his unruly hair. “'F course I wanted yeh there! But I thought it’d be t’ much. I wanted yeh to have a normal life, normal friends, a normal schedule-”

“But I didn’t want that,” you whispered. “All I wanted was you, Harry.” 

“Wha’ d'yeh wan’ me t’ say?” Harry nearly pleaded. 

You shook your head. You didn’t know if the two of you could come back from this, and you didn’t have the energy to care anymore. “Last night was a mistake,” you said quietly, your voice steady, all evidence of emotion gone. “You don’t have to worry about me. I’m fine. Just please go, okay? I don’t want you here.” 

That last statement was a lie. Of course you wanted him here. But it hurt too much to look at him. 

Harry stayed put, his eyes searching yours. Knowing that one of you would have to make the next move, you took it, and gently shut the door in his face. You leaned your back against it, sobbing quietly into your hands as you heard his footsteps fade from the door. You slid down to the floor when the engine of his Rover started, and you curled up in a ball when he pulled away. 

For the second time that night, you fell asleep on the floor in your own tears, Harry on your mind.

Lost || Oneshot

Originally posted by fyeahwonhui

Genre: Angst—> Fluff

Wonwoo x reader

You regret your actions towards those you have lost. 


He walked down the streets of Seoul late at night, he took in his surroundings or at least what he could see past his mask and cap. He saw couples, a lot of them, some of them with their children, some of them holding each other tight with smiles on their face. He remembered how good you were with children, his heart ached but he couldn’t help but feel joy at the memory of you. He was unhappy seeing the couples they reminded him too much of his better, happier self. He was supposed to be happy. He should be happy, was what they told him. He had it all the fame, money and the adoration of thousands of people. What more could he possibly want? But it wasn’t like that for him, he wasn’t one to prefer material things over those he cared for.

He couldn’t be happy because he didn’t have you anymore.

Don’t dwell on your past was what they told him when he would relapse to his saddened state; and hear your voice call out his name or your figure in the morning sunrise. Or when your favorite song would play as he listened to music. Too much reminded him of you, especially during his walk tonight. He couldn’t handle it tonight, he promised himself he would keep his composure. They usually never let him go out at night by himself because that’s when he would feel you the most. And tonight of all nights it was especially difficult for the twelve boys to be convinced to let him go, but they understood he might need some alone time when they saw the redness and dark circles under his eyes; so they let him. He scrolled through his phone looking at pictures of you, pictures that he couldn’t bring himself to delete even if he had told the boys he did because he had to erase every trace of you.

He couldn’t forget you. No matter how much he told others he did because in all honesty he wasn’t trying to forget you, he was trying to cling onto the memory of you. It was sad really, he had always been quiet and he often kept to himself but it never was to this extent, he was a lively person and his laugh was music to people’s ears. But it was all gone, any trace of the happy person he once was. When you left so did his happiness, his emotions, any ability he had to keep from being quiet. He stopped reading too, he hadn’t touched a single book in three months, he couldn’t bring himself to do so and escape to a made up world because that world wouldn’t be filled with you.

He continued walking, one hand in his long pea coat that kept his body somewhat warm and one hand on his phone. He walked through the busy streets of Myeongdong, your favorite place to go to in Seoul, as he readjusted the glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose so he could focus on where he was going. He smiled as he saw what he was looking for and where he was heading to, it was a favorite coffee shop of yours. He looks into the window of the cafe and the owner smiles at him, she felt bad for the heartbroken boy so she’d give him a free coffee here and there. He hadn’t really liked that place before but he learned to adore that place after you, he found himself heading in there quite often to fill his emptiness with anything that reminded him of you, you who was miles away. The bell on the door of the cafe rang as he entered, he sat at the same back table you always dragged him to sit at. He placed his phone down and took off his coat and glasses, before he could get up to order your regular order the owner placed two cups and a small red velvet cake at the end of the table.

He smiled up at the older women, that reminded him of his mother, “Thank you m'am, how much do I owe you?”

“Nothing son, you’ve been coming here mostly every day for the past three months. It’s on the house.” She smiled warmly at the boy who seemed to be on the verge of falling apart any minute.

“Thank you.” He said bowing his head slightly. It was scary to see him like that, the once joy filled boy whose smile could light up the world(as you’d like to say), no longer smile because he lost his world.

Three months. It had been three months since he lost you and it was all his fault because he let you. Three months since he heard your voice or saw your soft complexion that made his heart skip a beat. He let you go and he was in a pit of despair, all fraile and weak. Heartbroken would be an understatement, he was nothing without you, he couldn’t live without you. He didn’t want this feeling, he thought he would’ve have felt less alone than he did when he was with you but he was wrong. You were always the one who feared how wrecked you’d end up when it ended, he promised it would never happen, it wasn’t true though because here he was three months after it all ended feeling completely destroyed and lost beyond compare.


You? You were fine he assumed, you didn’t say much when it was done you stayed quiet, nodded your head, collected your things and left. It was odd because you were so heartbroken you wanted to yell, you wanted to scream, you wanted to sob uncontrollably; but you couldn’t. You were always strong in your emotions when it came time to show them because you hardly did. You left god knows where; he texted, he called trying to tell you he took back what he told you that rainy night. But you didn’t pick up, you never saw any of his messages: you didn’t want to. You left them untouched as you tried to forget. Tried to forget how he broke your heart when he promised he would never.

You thought you wouldn’t return but here you were, back in Korea after three months at home, trying to heal and find yourself after being so lost. It wasn’t until tonight that you opened all those voicemails and texts from him and from the twelve boys, telling you to come back, that it was all a mistake. Even Mingyu who wasn’t that close to you because he was jealous over all the attention his best friend was giving you, found himself standing at your door a couple of days after it happened begging you and constantly ringing your phone so you would come back because Wonwoo was so screwed up, he had lost any sense of being.

Y/N I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking…
I thought I was doing it for you, but god am I wrecked…
Im sorry. I can’t live without you…
Pick up the phone Y/N…
Why won’t you open the door? I’m ringing your doorbell…
Why are there stacks of newspapers on your front porch? Where did you go? Don’t leave me…
It’s been a month Y/N. I take that shit back, I’d rather us not see each other everyday but be together than be nothing at all…
Y/N please…
Two months today, I lost 7 kg, the boys are worried they want you to come back too, come back to me…
Y/N I’m heading to your favorite coffee shop again, the owner keeps asking about you. She named a drink after you, you know. She says your the brightest person she’s met. She’s not wrong…
Please Y/N I’m lost without you…
I don’t want this feeling. Where are you? Come back baby…
I’ll be waiting for you, whenever you decide, the back right corner like always…

You went through voicemail after voicemail, text after text. You heard over two months worth of calls and read over hundreds of texts. You were completely shattered, why did he have to do this? He was supposed to be fine, you were the wrecked one. But he wasn’t fine and neither were you. He hurt you and made your heart ache. He had told you it’d be best if you two ended it and went your separate ways in order to find yourselves, but you couldn’t. It was just worse you didn’t know what to do but miss him more and more, more than you missed him when you wouldn’t see each other for months on end because he’d be touring in japan or some other country. You couldn’t live without each other, so tonight after three months of pain and loneliness you found yourself in the same busy streets of Myeongdong. You were thinner and you had lost the glow you carried, a dullness surrounded your form. A thick jacket was draped over your frame and a mask covered your red nose in the cold.

You had walked towards your favorite coffee shop, the same coffee shop that you had walked past three times already, you were hesitant as to whether or not you should enter. You were afraid that’s he would be in there; you were scared that the boy you loved deeply, who barely showed emotions, was completely destroyed by you. But you were also scared he wasn’t and you’d find yourself quite disappointed and saddened because a big part of you wanted to believe that he wouldn’t forget about you and move on.

“He’ll be in there Y/N. Trust me, he left by himself tonight because when he’s with us he doesn’t go in there to keep up with the ‘I’m fine’ facade. But Seungcheol has seen him in there multiple times when he goes to buy chicken for all of us and he takes longer than usual.”


His best friends voice rang in the back of your head. You swept the strand of hair that was sticking to your forehead aside and mustered all the courage you could to go in. The bell on the door rang as you walked in and the familiar scent of coffee hit you suddenly. You looked around, taking in your surroundings, until your eyes wandered to the boy with the black cap that sat at your table. He was fiddling with the mug in his hands and you couldn’t help to notice a mug in front of him and your favorite pastry beside him. You decided to walk toward the boy as an indescribable amount of emotions and thoughts flooded your head.


When he noticed a figure walk closer to where he was sitting he finally decided to look up. He figured it was his mind playing games with him when he first saw you so he didn’t have much of a reaction. It wasn’t until he heard his name escape your lips did he believe you weren’t an allusion. He reached out to touch your arm, you were here after three months. He stood up, the chair he sat at scraping on the floor as he pushed himself off rapidly, and engulfed you in his arms.

“Y/N…” you heard his voice crack.
“I know…I know.” You replied.
He took you all in, your scent filled his nose and he was in a euphoric state. Tears slid down your cheek as you felt the warmness of his body, you were home.
“I’m sorry.  I regret it all since that day.”
“Wonwoo…” you began sobbing quietly as he rubbed circles on your back.      “I was so lost without you, I’ve missed you Wonwoo.”                                         “I never want to lose you again, Y/N. I can’t live without you.”

So you two stood there in each others arms after months of being lost, you were both finally found.


Authors Note: Something i wrote on the quicks, hope you enjoyed it. Btw make sure to send in your requests!

Three’s a Crowd (Anthony Ramos x Reader)

Heyyyy everyone. Hope you enjoy this fic, I loved writing this it was so much fun. Shoutout to my friend @pumpernickelbae for first reading this fic for me and being so supportive of my writing, and also, shoutout to my friend @omqitsnaya because she was so engaged while reading this and telling me all these thing while she was reading them and she’s just an angel. i love them so much. 

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x Reader

Summary: You try to figure out how to tell Anthony you’re pregnant. With triplets.

Word count: 2086

Warnings: Just cursing, a cute Anthony being really oblivious to everything

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You were having triplets. The moment the doctor said it you could hardly believe it.

Excuse me?” You asked, your voice rising to high decibels.

The doctor turned to look at you. “You’re having triplets.” She said with a small smile.

You sat there, feeling shocked. When you were in the car, you were still shocked. When you got home, you were still in a state of complete shock. You and Anthony were going to have to take care of three babies. You didn’t think you could even handle one baby, and now you found out you have to take care of three.

Even through the shock, you still couldn’t help but be a little happy. You had three little people growing in your stomach. As scary as it was, it was still a little exciting.

“Oh god.” You groaned as you thought about how you were going to tell Anthony. You didn’t know how he was going to react. And even though you knew he would never, you still couldn’t help but worry that Anthony might leave you. What if he doesn’t want triplets? You thought to yourself. You tried to bury that nasty thought away from your head to no avail.

“Hey babe!” Anthony shouted from the kitchen.

You yelped and jumped in the air. Anthony peeks his head out from the kitchen door way.

“Sorry, baby. Did I scare you?” He asked. You walked over to the kitchen and he walked back in, continuing whatever thing he was doing before.

“A little bit.” You replied.

He turned back to you. “I wasn’t talking about you “baby”. I was talking about our baby “baby”.”

You shook your head and laughed, refraining from responding with “Which baby are you talking about?” He continued cutting up the onions.

“So how’s our baby?” He asked. You could hear the smile in his voice and you couldn’t help but smile as well.

“They’re all doing fine!” You said cheerily.

He looked at you again, an even bigger smile on his face. “Oh that’s so fucking great.” He walked over and gave you a big kiss on your lips, then moved his lips lower so he can kiss your stomach.

You giggled, realizing he didn’t catch what you said.

“Dinner’s going to be ready in half an hour. Sit down and relax.” He said, throwing the now cut up onions into the pan.

“Isn’t it a two-show day today?” You asked, sitting down at the kitchen table.

“Yeah, I only have like an hour and a half before I needa leave.” He responded. You nodded your head and just watched him cook. When the food was done, you both ate, talking about whatever it is that you could.

“Hey, can you get me some water real quick?” You asked him when he stood up to wash your plates.

“Yes, ma'am.” He said, taking your cup with him.

Three ice cubes. Three babes.” You said. You added the babes at the end, a nickname you called him every once in a while. However, this time you hoped he would hear it in the context of babies. He didn’t, of course.

“Okay… Anything for you.” He said, looking at you with confusion.

He got you your water. You groaned inwardly, disappointed that your subtle confession didn’t work. You’d have to step up your game.

Anthony left, and you plotted the next triplet reveal.

A couple days later, on another two-show day, you had another plan to tell him you were having triplets.

When Anthony had gotten home late at night, you offered to get him a glass of water before bed.

“No, Y/N. You can’t walk.” He protested, getting up to get it himself.

“Anthony Ramos. I am not even three months pregnant. I can still do things for myself.” You said, pushing him back onto the bed. “I will be getting you water.”

He grumbled to himself but let you leave.

You came back into the room, holding a glass of water. In the water were three ice cubes, each with a miniature baby in them.

Anthony laughed as you handed him the glass. “Babe, you already told me you were pregnant. You didn’t have to do this.” He gave you a kiss, then drank from the glass.

You rolled your eyes. Time for a new plan.

Two weeks later it was Thanksgiving. You and Anthony had invited Daveed, Jasmine, Lin and his wife Vanessa over to your apartment for a Thanksgiving dinner. The week before, you had told Jasmine about your having triplets. She’d agreed to keep it a secret, and you and her planned how to surprise Anthony with the news at dinner. She’d had the idea to have three of everything, much like your original plan with the water (which didn’t work, and when you told her this, she just shook her head and said to try it anyway).

Because it was Thanksgiving, you’d both agreed to keep the dinner more than three items,  but everything else was in threes. Three different stuffings, three different types of meat, three different drinks to choose from, and three of every utensil. It was a very blatant message, and, according to Jasmine, “if Anthony doesn’t get the idea that something is up… well, just know you’re having a kid with an idiot.”

By this time, you were about 13 weeks pregnant. Your stomach wasn’t that big yet, but Lin took notice.

“Jesus, your little one’s going to be big! Look how big you already are.” Lin shouted, laying a hand softly on your stomach, and rubbing it slowly, whispering a hello to the babies.

“Lin!” Vanessa chastised.

“It’s a compliment!” He argued.

“Hi, Y/N.” Vanessa greeted, holding her arms out. You hugged her back and she laid a hand on your stomach. She said hello to the babies also and walked into the apartment to say hello to Daveed who was already there, “helping” Anthony out with the turkey (Daveed had since left the kitchen and leaned on the kitchen doorway, watching the T.V screen).

“You know, my sister was this big when she was as far along as you. She had triplets.” Lin said, a knowing look on his face.

“If you say anything to him, Lin, I swear to god, I will kick your ass.”

He raised his arms up in surrender. “Wasn’t planning on it.” He gave your shoulder a light rub, then followed after his wife.

An hour later, everyone sat down for dinner. Everyone went around, saying what they were thankful for. Once you were done, you all started to grab your meals.

“Why are there three forks?” Daveed asked as he plopped mashed potatoes onto his plate.

“And spoons? And knives?” Lin added. He glanced up at you and rolled his eyes.

“Really?” he mouthed.

“It was her idea.” You answered back, pointing at Jasmine. He shook his head and laughed.

After a moment, everyone dropped the subject. Everyone had managed to comment on the number of things, except Anthony.

“Idiot.” Jasmine whispered beside you.

“Shush.” You answered back. “He’ll mention it later.”

Except, he never did.

On Christmas, the cast had to do a show, so everyone agreed to celebrate Chritmas morning together at the Richard Rogers Theater.

By this point, Lin and Jasmine had worked together to let the entire cast know you and Anthony were having triplets. You wondered how Anthony hadn’t found out yet. Everyone exchanged gifts, and you had the most gifts because everyone had bought a lot of extra things for the babies.

It soon became time to give your gift to Anthony. You had given him a gift earlier that morning (tickets to a basketball game he’d been dying to go to), but you had another gift to give. Jasmine had found this idea on some pregnancy website, and decided it would be cute for you to give to Anthony.

Anthony opened the card and read it out loud: “I have three more gifts for you, but they’re still being processed. You’ll get them in only a few more months.”

Anthony laughed, a wide smile on his face. Everyone was on the edge of their seat, thinking he had finally figured out the secret, but were incredibly disappointed when he said, “What kind of store are you buying from that they’re taking months to get you my gifts?”

Everyone audibly groaned and sat back against their seats. Anthony looked around confused. He shrugged it off. “Y/N, just cancel them. I don’t need them.”

“It’s a lil late for that, Ant.” You said. Everyone laughed, and the mood was brought back up again. The show later that day was great, but you were still wondering on how to tell Ant you were having triplets.

A few days later on New Years, you’d had another cute idea to tell him.

After the New Years kiss, you’d brought out a cake with three little people on the top of them.

Anthony laughed and said, “Is that supposed to be us and the baby? God that’s so fucking cute.” He said, grabbing the cake, putting it down and giving you another kiss.

Time for Plan E. What’s plan E?

Plan E took a little longer to plan than you thought. You had to go out and order balloons to be ready for you to pick up on the day of the “party.” Then you had to go out and order cakes. Then you had to buy streamers and other decorations for the apartment. Everything was getting harder to do the bigger you got. At this point, you were 21 weeks old, so walking became more of a struggle.

Before Anthony had left for his show at night, you’d told him to hurry back as quick as he could, because you had planned a party.

“Oh, sweet.” He cheered. He gave you one last kiss and left for his show.

Thankfully Anthony wouldn’t be there for another four hours, so you were able to walk slowly when getting everything ready. Walking was something you didn’t want to do; imagine if you’d have had to run around. Everything was ready to go; now all you had to do was wait for Anthony.

“So are you guys coming over for the party or…?” Anthony asked his cast mates before he left.

“What party?” Lin answered. Anthony looked to Daveed, who shrugged his shoulders. Anthony then looked to Oak, Jasmine and Renee, who had all shrugged their shoulders.

Anthony said his good byes and took a cab to you guys’ apartment. He texted you on his way there, asking what was going on, but your only response was Shut up and come home, Ant.

When Anthony stepped into the apartment, he was surprised to see white balloons and streamers hanging from the ceiling. All the balloons had the number 3 on them.

“Babe, where are you? I thought we were having a party?” he said.

“Y/N, where are you?” He repeated when you didn’t respond the first time.

“In the kitchen.” You called. He rushed to the kitchen to find more balloons everywhere, and you, standing behind the kitchen table, where there were three cakes. You pulled the string to the party popper you were holding and confetti blew out of it.

“Hey baby.” You said.

He walked closer to you and looked down at the cakes. Each cake read a different word. Together, the cakes read out “We’re having triplets.”

“What?” Anthony asked, looking up at you.

“Do you not know how to read? It says we’re having triplets.” You said, firing off another party popper.

Anthony stood shocked for another second before a big smile began to appear on his face.

“Triplets?” He asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Like, three babies? Growing in your stomach?”

You nodded your head, laughing.

“Oh my fucking god! Y/N, why didn’t you tell me?” He shouted, hugging you tightly from the side, so he didn’t squish the babies. He looked at you and realization crossed his face. “You did. I was just too stupid to realize.”

You giggled. “Yeah.”

Tears began to appear in his eyes. “We’re having triplets. That’s three, baby! WE’RE HAVING TRIPLETS!”

You nodded your head, tears falling from your eyes. Anthony ran around the room, shouting happily about having triplets. He took out his phone and began calling people, telling them what he’d just learned.

You stood there, happy tears still falling from your eyes, wondering how you could ever think he would react badly.

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Yoosung:

It was your first anniversary together as a married couple. Four years of having your beautiful soul in his life, Yoosung was thankful for the fateful day you staggered into the RFA chat room.

In the beginning, he didn’t think anything of it, he knew he thought he was just attached to you because you had filled Rika’s spot. The differences between you and Rika were colossal. He loved you more and more every day; he couldn’t believe his ears when you accepted his marriage proposal.

You were his and he was yours. He had finally graduated school and now he couldn’t wait to start a family together with you. He bolted out of work, excited to meet you. You guys were celebrating your first anniversary together and everything had to be perfect.

He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. He grabbed a bouquet of flowers, sunflowers, your favorite. You always thought roses were super cheesy and excessive, in his opinion he thought that it was fitting to you. Like the flowers, you made his life much sweeter and brighter by simply existing.

He began walking to your rendezvous point when he spotted you. He felt his heart skip a beat and his breath lightly catch in the back of his throat. You were beautiful. Feeling his eyes on you, you glanced over at him, smiling brightly and Yoosung just melted. He felt his pace quicken, the need to have you in his arms overwhelming him.

 You quickly made your way over to him, not paying attention. That’s when it happened, a car ran a red light and smashed into you. Yoosung froze. He couldn’t register what was happening. The world was spinning and he couldn’t seem to hear anything. He was your limp body lying there on the pavement as the car sped away.

He saw blood pool near your body and that shook him back into reverie. He ran towards you, tears streaming down his face. This couldn’t be happening. It was your anniversary, the first of many. You were his happily ever after. How could this happen?

He gingerly lifted your head, his tears slowly falling on your face. There was no movement or reaction from you. Cold realization settled over him. He became hysterical, “MC? MC? Open your eyes babe. Please” he broke down sobbing.

Darkness clouded over his eyes and the next thing he knew was he woke up in a hospital bed. Seven sitting in the corner noticed the movement and quickly was at Yoosung’s side. “Hey bud, how are you feeling?” he asked tentatively.

Yoosung groaned, “I don’t know what happened dude, I just had the worst dream that MC was in a car accident.” He clutched his head and let out a breathy laugh. “Speaking of, where is she Seven?” he asked.

Seven just looked at Yoosung, heartbreaking in his eyes. The color drained from Yoosung’s face. It wasn’t a dream after all. His life was a living nightmare. Tears began running down his face once again. He didn’t know what to do, what to say, he just needed to see you, one last time. 

He walked into the solemn operation room, the hum of the machinery just clawed at his ear drums. He knew what exactly the ominous sound meant. He walked over to the bed, a silhouette was draped in white cloth. Its funny, a year ago seeing you draped in white cloth brought tears of joy to his eyes, but this white cloth was the antithesis of that.

This white cloth signified the end, happiness being wrenched from his arms. With shaky hands, he removed the cloth to see your face one last time. He couldn’t do it. First Rika and then you; he couldn’t bear to see your face. He covered your rigid cold body once more and slowly kissed your forehead. Tears streamed down his face as he made his way out. 

He walked out of the hospital into the night. He never did show up to the funeral. He didn’t think his heart could take it. You had managed to glue the pieces that Rika has shattered but how could he ever get over your death? You were his everything. He lost contact with the RFA, moving into a quiet rural area, practicing animal husbandry. He vowed that he would never fall in love again. It was much too painful and he simply couldn’t move on from you. You were his soul mate, his life partner. He just lived his life quietly and alone, waiting for the day he could meet you again.  


Jaehee:

She never really knew what her life would be without you. Honestly, everyone has a life but until the day Jaehee had met you she hadn’t really lived.

Her days previously were dull, focused on working and becoming a successful, thriving member of society. Now she looked forward to so many silly things. Waking up in the morning next to you, sharing a simple meal with you, stealing quick glances at you, your little inside jokes and so much more.

She found joy in everything that involved you. In the beginning, she was hesitant. She didn’t know if this was friendship but she knew it was something deeper. Never in her life, did she have such a connection with anyone and she was grateful that you had the patience to wait until she realized her true feelings.

She loved you. It was as simple as that. You two had tied the know two years ago and were celebrating your two year anniversary. You both didn’t like doing anything too extravagant. Just spending time with each other was more than enough.

Jaehee was lost in thought, as she walked alongside you. Admiring your beauty, she didn’t know how on earth she was able to live before. Looking back at how she used to be, she seemed so dull and serious. She was grateful having you in your life.

She heard skidding, and she saw a car barreling towards her. She froze, finding herself unable to move. “Jaehee” she heard you screech. To her surprise, she felt herself hurtle over and a sound of a crash behind her.

No,” she thought to herself. “Please, it can’t be” She turned to see your limp body lying on the side of the road, smoke coming out of the assaulting vehicle. A whirlwind of emotions flowed through her, but she got ahold of herself. She dialed 911 and reported and accident with casualties. She then sent a mass text out to the RFA, alerting them of what happened as she sidled up to you.

You appeared to be unconscious. That’s a lie. She didn’t need to be a doctor, but she knew there would be no way you could survive with your body laying like that. She had faith though. She knew life couldn’t be so cruel. 

She felt numb as she climbed into the ambulance with your body, not responding to the EMT. She couldn’t say anything. She couldn’t feel anything. She sat in the waiting room of the hospital as the members of the RFA hurriedly shuffled in. She looked up with blank eyes, “Everyone, it seems that MC is no longer with us,” she stated as calmly as she could. She heard the boys break down in tears, holding their heads in disbelief.

Jumin walked over to her, and bent down, “Assis- Jaehee, are you alright?” She wanted to laugh, how on earth could she be all right? What an asinine thing to ask? She looked up at him incredulously ready to fight, but her eyes met with his grey irises, his heart breaking in them.

He knew she wasn’t all right, he wanted her to stop pretending that she was. Her eyes filled with tears and her body shook as she let out a cry, “It’s not fair. It’s just not fair. First father and then mother, I tried so hard to protect my heart but she wheedled herself in and now she was taken from me as well. How can life be so utterly cruel?!”

She buried her face in her hands as she felt arms around her. Everyone loved MC and it broke their hearts to see such an abundant expression of sadness from Jaehee, the stoic ex-employee of Jumin.

She held the wake for the funeral for MC at the coffee shop, she knew its what you would’ve wanted. Your family and friends showed up, everyone loved you. Jaehee smiled bitterly, it was so hard for her. She was so used to having you in her life, being the center of her joy. She didn’t know what she was going to do. She was grateful. She was happy that she had the chance to get to know you and fall in love with you. She was grateful that you showed her how to truly live. She would never forget you as long as she lived, she felt eternally indebted to you. She closed her eyes as she slowly wiped the trickling tears from her eyes, “Goodbye MC, I love you.”


Zen:

He was handsome, that was common knowledge. What Zen loved the most about you was how down to earth you were. All his previous relationships were so incredibly shallow; it’s no wonder that they ended. Actually, that’s wrong, it was destiny. They ended because he was waiting for you.

You were always there for him and so supportive. When you had mysteriously joined the RFA, he had joked about being single. Sure, you piqued his interest. He thought you’d go running when you saw how narcissistic he was, to his pleasant surprise you saw right through him. You saw that it was simply a coping mechanism, seeing that he was actually really insecure and he just “faked it until he made it”.

Zen was sure he fell in love with you in the chat room, even to him that sounded silly. How on earth could you fall for someone you’ve never even met before? He just felt such a strong connection to you he couldn’t help you. When you had shown up to his apartment, he was absolutely floored. You were just as beautiful on the outside as you were in.

He knew he was moving fast, but when you were almost kidnapped he realized that he wanted to be with you. He knew, that he had gotten it right this time. Here you were celebrating your first year together as a married couple, two years together in total.

Everyone said you two were moving too fast, but you didn’t care. Zen loved you more than anything in the world and he knew you loved him just as much. He was still so insecure; you deserved everything in the world, the absolute best. He was still climbing the ladder to fame but you never ever voiced a complaint. Was he doing a good job loving you?

He made sure that your first anniversary together would be special. He picked you up on his bike and tossed you a helmet. You grinned as you put it on and hopped on the bike behind him, wrapping your arms around him tightly. He felt your warmth against his back as he revved up and drove.

He took you to your special place and you were pleased to see a blanket laid out with all your favorite foods and a bouquet of flowers. You looked up to your movie star as he bashfully laughed and lead you over to your feast. He loved this, these little moments, spending time together. He kissed you deeply as he asked you to close your eyes. You looked at him skeptically as you obeyed.

You felt him reach around you and move your hair to the side. He placed something around your neck and you opened your eyes. You held up your phone to get a better look at the necklace as you saw a simple pendant with a gold star.

He blushed, “I know it’s nothing too fancy, but when I’m a huge star I’ll get you a proper one. I just wanted to give you that so you know that no matter how famous I become, I am always your star first. ARGH, I’m being too cheesy” he said as he buried his face in his arms embarrassed.

You grabbed his face and kissed him deeply, smiling as he returned it appreciatively. “Zen, unfortunately ” you said breathlessly, “I love you more than anything, don’t ever forget it please.” He was on cloud nine, as he peppered you in kisses. You both cleaned up and started to head back.

He zoomed on his motorcycle, carefully maneuvering his way through traffic when he heard a loud honk and just silence.

Zen found himself gaining consciousness in a hospital room. He smelled the stale air in the hospital and he heard Jaehee stir as she cried out, “He’s finally awake.”

He groaned as he held his head and felt bandages. His leg was in a cast and his shoulders were throbbing. He opened his eyes to see the members of the RFA in front of him, well except-

“Where is MC guys?” he asked as he clutched his head once again, “Yoosung, why are you crying I’m fine?” he exclaimed lightheartedly.

Everyone was silent for a minute and then Zen heard Jumin break the silence, “Zen, I am sorry to in, unfortunately, did not make it. You two were struck by a drunk driver and she was pronounced dead at the scene,” he said stoically.

Zen snorted, “Very funny guys, where is she? Hiding in the hallway?” He started to get up from his bed. The RFA members just looked at him solemnly as it slowly dawned on him. They weren’t joking.

That’s not possible though, there is no way you could be gone. You two were destined for each other, made for each other. How could this happen? “I need to see her,” Zen said forcefully as he abruptly stood up, pushing the members away. 

Seven blocked his path. “Zen please, she’s gone,” he pleaded with her. Zen grew aggravated, “Get out of my way,” he roared as he shoved the red-head to the side. He found Jumin standing in front of him.

“Zen, I understand you are upset but please, you need to rest, you were also badly injured.” Zen couldn’t take it anymore, he felt all of this emotions and frustrations bubble over and he punched the chairman’s son in the face. “MOVE.”

Jumin gingerly touched his lip and swiftly raised his hands to calm his bodyguards down, “Let him go, he’s grieving” 

Zen hurriedly made his way down to the reception desk, “Excuse me, can you tell me where my wife MC is?” The nurse led him over to a room, void of any light. There you lay in the middle of the room, lifeless. Your body was covered in cuts and bruises but you were still as beautiful as ever. No wonder the room was dark, lifeless, you had taken it all when you passed. Just like this room, his life would be reflected like this dull, lifeless.

There was no him without you. He felt tears stream down his face as he began to sob. Everything that he had, it was thanks to you. All of his efforts it was for you, hell he even forgave his family for you. How could he possibly go on? He went to check out of the hospital. His wounds would heal, at least the ones that he obtained from the accident. However, his heart would never heal. Zen knew you were his one.

The funeral was small and quiet, just family and members of the RFA came to show support. Zen was devoid of all emotion; you had taken his heart. He approached your open casket to say some final words when he felt his breath hitch. You were wearing the necklace he had gifted you and everything flowed out of him. He lost energy in his legs as he fell to the ground sobbing. To his surprise Seven and Jumin came to his side, squeezing his shoulder supportively. He recollected himself as he held his fingers to his lips, kissing them tenderly and placing them on your cold blue ones, “Goodbye my love, until we meet again.”  


Jumin:

“Money can’t buy happiness” When Jumin had first heard that, he simply thought it was something commoners used to say to not feel so inferior to people like him who were better off. He foolishly believed that he had everything, and then he met you.

Sure at first he had his suspicions. Would you be another one of those gold diggers that liked him for his brand and money or would you be like his mother and break his heart. You see, he had very little faith in women. His stoic nature was a product of his upbringing; he couldn’t exactly help it.

Yet you understood him at a deeper level than anyone else had. When he lost his mind when Elizabeth the 3rd went missing you were there for him, you understood him and the pain he felt, the loneliness he felt, the fear he had of giving himself to someone just to have them break his heart. You accepted all of that and in turn loved him, the man he is today is all thanks to you.

For once in his life Jumin Han, could say he was actually happy. He had a beautiful wife that gave him everything, including a family. You two had gotten married pretty quickly and when you told him you were expecting twins he was ecstatic but terrified. He wanted to be an amazing father, fill the voids he felt when he was younger and you assured him that he would be amazing. Not only that but he wouldn’t be alone, Jumin had finally found a home.

You had been married for five years now; life was amazing. Jumin woke up every day with a smile. You had given birth to your youngest son two years ago and life was blossoming. Jumin felt blessed every day to wake up next to you. Sure your Elizabeth, your two sons, and daughter sprawled across your bed ruined the mood a tad, but he loved every second of his life.

Seeing you tackle being a mother to all three of his kids and be the poised collected wife of the C&R Heir, he was awestruck at how you managed to do it all. Every day he found himself falling deeper in love with you. 

Because it was your five-year anniversary, Jumin had made sure to have his father watch his children. He needed time with you alone and he loved his kids but this was his day with you. Money was never an issue with Jumin, but he knew you hated all the extravagant presents. So he took you to a suite in a hotel and made you dinner. Candles and all, the table filled with your favorite foods. 

He loved it because to him, the little things were what made your bond stronger. He rested his head in your lap and you just enjoyed each other’s company. Sure it wasn’t lavish and expensive but this was exactly how you two loved it.

Jumin abruptly sat up and turned to you, “MC, if you would please be honest with me my love. Have I done a good job as a husband, loving you, caring for you?” 

You grabbed the poor man’s face and hugged him tightly, reassuring him that yes, you were the luckiest girl in the entire world.

Jumin closed his eyes and breathed in your scent, his heart pounding, tears threatening to fall. It’s odd, everyone teased him for being robotic and stoic, but you stirred all types of emotions in him. 

It was getting late and you two knew that the Chairman had probably had his fill of his grandchildren. You two made your way down the stairs and settled next to each other in the car, cozying up to one another. The driver started up the car and made its way down a busy intersection when your vehicle was stuck.

Jumin felt his body fly forward as he lost his grip on you. He awoke outside the vehicle, lying on the cold hard ground. He groaned as he grabbed his head in agony, his skull was throbbing. He heard sirens in the distance and he looked around and finally spotted you.

He made his way over to you, but he knew. You had not made it. Not with your body at that angle. He clutched your lifeless body and sobs escaped him. He cried out your name over and over again. Screaming. “Please god, I’ll do anything, please don’t take her. She is the only thing I have ever truly wanted, PLEASE”. 

He cried out, but it was futile. You had left him. What was he going to do? How was he going to survive? You were his everything, his only reason to live, you understood him like no other. What was he going to do, oh mc? He let out another loud cry.

The funeral was painful. The magnitude of despair in his eyes was enormous. He took one last look at you. Hair, that you changed every day, always making you beautiful not matter how it was styled. Your eyes, that captivated him, the mischievous glint, how they sparkled when you smiled. Your smile, that gave him warmth and solace. Your arms which embraced him, finally giving himself a home after all these years of being alone. He couldn’t, he didn’t want to go back to the cold loneliness he felt before, the abyss of darkness he felt of being devoid of any emotions.

He turned; he was going to let Assistant Kang know that he was going to pour himself into work. Not to be bothered, he couldn’t deal with emotions they were too troublesome. He saw his three children, your three kids, in the arms of the RFA.

You hadn’t left him alone after all. He broke down once again as he embraced his children. How could he forget? How could he abandon them?

Emotions weren’t troublesome. After all, all three of your children were born from the love you two had. He wouldn’t regret a second, not one moment of him being with you. He wanted it all, the good, the bad, the heart-wrenching.

He kissed your forehead for the last time, “Thank you, my love, for everything you have done and everything you have given me. Words can’t begin to explain how much I love you, but just know that I do. Don’t worry, I will take care of the kids properly and love them just as much as I love you. Wait for me my love, for I will be forever yours.”


Saeyoung:

He didn’t deserve you. Seven knew that he knew it better than anyone in the world. The problem was he was madly in love with you. From the second he had laid his eyes on you on the security camera, he knew he was in trouble.

He also knew that he was no good for you. But the more you two talked the deeper he fell for you. You were perfect for him; he wanted you. This was him though; he didn’t get a happy ending. He was sentenced to a life of misery.

He pushed you away; it hurt him more than it hurt you. You, however, were as stubborn as ever and he was happy you were. Every step he took back from you, you took ten forward. He didn’t want to hurt you, he wanted you to be happy and safe, even if that meant that he had to be mean to you and show you better options.

He couldn’t do it though. At the end of the day, he loved you, more than anything in the world. To his disbelief, you loved him too. After the whole debacle with Mint eye and his brother, you two could finally be together.

Everyday Seven had to pinch himself, to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Surely there wasn’t a catch, right? There was no way he could be this happy without any catch? There wasn’t though, it was simple you loved him and he loved you. 

You had gotten married after a year and were celebrating your two-year anniversary. He couldn’t believe it, he had spent two years with you as his beloved. To be with him through sickness and in health, through good and bad, he would do it all as long as it meant you would be by his side.

It was your two-year anniversary but he planned to do the same thing every year. He packed up a fulfilling lunch of HBC and Ph.D. pepper and you two hopped into one of his babies and made your way to the countryside. Stargazing was your favorite pastime, sure you weren’t able to get married at the space station, but you would take a look at the stars every anniversary.

You lay on the blanket giggling gazing at the stars, as Saeyoung looked at you. You were so beautiful; he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to find someone as amazing as you in his life. You were there for him when things were rough and he was so lucky. He felt his eyes fill with tears and drops trickle down. “Fuck,” he cursed.

You looked over at him, worried at his sudden sadness, “Saeyoung, what’s wrong babe?”

He pulled you into a tight embrace and kissed you. “Nothing, absolutely nothing is wrong as long as you are going to be with me forever.”

You giggled as you wiped the tears from your redhead’s face. “I plan on being here forever mister, so don’t try to get rid of my any time soon,” you joked. He laughed as he grabbed you to cuddle. 

It was nearly dawn; you two began packing your stuff to get ready to head back. In the distance, Seven saw a vehicle, which struck him as odd since this area was extremely deserted. He saw the vehicle zoom closer and recognized it, as someone from another intelligence agency.

He yelled at you to get down, as he sprinted towards you. It was too late, you turned and he saw the confusion etched on your face as your body was thrown into the air. You hit the ground with a sickening thud. He pulled out a gun from his car but it was too late, the perpetrator had gotten away.

He sprinted to your limp body, praying with everything he had, that you were ok. That God was not so cruel to take you from him. He pleaded, bargained, begged him, saying that he would leave your life forever, that he should take him instead of you.

It was too cruel. He was the target, why had they come after you. Why did this happen to everyone he loved? Was he cursed? Damned to roam this planet, forbidden to get close to anyone or anything. Please God, if you’re there, don’t take her away from me. She is all I have ever wanted. I will do anything, anything you want me to JUST PLEASE DON’T DO THIS. 

He sobbed ad he lifted your lifeless body into the car. He saw a tiny box wrapped up sitting on the passenger seat, which belonged to you. He opened the box carefully, wondering what on earth you could have gotten him.

He held the note and read it in disbelief, “Dearest Saeyoung, now my love you can make all the stupid dad jokes you want. I love you.”

His hands shook as he held up the positive pregnancy test. Tears flowed out of his eyes as he screamed. You were pregnant. How could the world be so cruel?

He cried and punched his seat until his throat was raw and his fist were bloody. There was only one emotion running through him now. He drove back to his house, contacted the RFA and held a small funeral; halfway through he disappeared, he couldn’t take it.  God damn it MC, I told you, I told you I was no good. Sure I would be heartbroken, but I’d rather that than have you dead. 

He went off the grid; his bloodlust was the only thing that he felt. He didn’t stop, he hunted day and night for the people who did this, for the people that took away his one source of happiness; the people who robbed him his wife and child.

Vengeance was the only thing that was on his mind. He finally found the perpetrators and exterminated them. He felt nothing; he had accomplished the final thing he had to do. MC, I can’t do it. I can’t live without you or our baby. I’ll see you soon.

He lifted the gun and held it to his head; he wasn’t scared. He was going to see you, and finally be happy. With a pull of the trigger, he made the ultimate profession of love for you.


Saeran:

He never said, “I love you” to you. Which seeing that you two had been married for a year, seems odd. Sure he felt it and you conveyed it verbally more times than he could count.

He did love you. He didn’t know why he couldn’t say it. It was your one year anniversary and Saeran was determined to say it to you today.

He chalked it up to nerves but honestly. Saeran had no idea why you were with him. You were beautiful, smart, kind and patient. It seemed that everyone in the RFA loved you, but you wanted to be with him. Was it because you felt bad for him? Did you pity him?

As pathetic as it was, even if that were the case, Saeran would take it. You made every day bearable. He loved how warm your embrace was. How your eyes seemed to light up when you spotted him in the crowd. How you always did all the talking but always remembered the little things he would say. He loved you. It was as simple as that.

Being with him wasn’t a walk in the park. Sure he had gotten better but you had been with him for five years. It took him four years to open up to you and even then he couldn’t say those three stupid words. He knew, that you knew how he felt. It was nice to hear it though, just like how his heart swooned every time you told him, he wanted you to melt as well.

He began walking over to your usual ice cream parlor for your annual date when he spotted you outside. He groaned inwardly, how was it possible for you to be this cute? You turned and spotted him, lighting up immediately, and he felt the heat rise to his face.

You excitedly grabbed his hand as you grabbed your ice cream and made your way to the park to cloud watch. You were happily chatting away as Saeran began feeling down. You deserved everything in the world, someone to tell you that he loves you every second of the day, someone affectionate and kind, someone that was the complete opposite of him.

He felt a pang in his chest. Maybe you deserved better, maybe he should let you be happy. Was he holding you back? He dropped your hand and began walking the other way 

“Wha- Saeran? Where are you going?” you called as you chased after him.

“I can’t do this. I need to go home. We need space,” he said as he began crossing the street.

“Saeran, a break? I love you! What do yo-” you were interrupted by a loud honking sound as you were flung into the air.

Saeran hearing the commotion, turned around only to see you sprawled on the ground. He broke out into a run, his feet pounding the pavement. No. NO. NO. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You deserved better. He was giving you a shot to be better. You were right behind him how did this happen. He shouldn’t have turned around.

He finally made his way to your body, as he lifted you onto his lap. His hands were wet and matted with blood, he let out a sob, “No, MC, babe I’m sorry you can’t leave me. I’m sorry please, say something anything please.”

Tears began flowing down his face. He called and ambulance and then his brother, “Saeyoung, I don’t know what happened she was right behind me and now she’s bleeding, please oh god.”

He broke down crying hysterically. He couldn’t do this. He had never loved anyone like you. He never wanted to love anyone else but you. He heard you groan, “Sae- Saeran? Don’t cry love, I’ll be fine.”

His body shook, even now you were tending to him. He cried, tears flowing freely down his face, a siren in the distance alerted him that help was near. He saw your eyes flutter lightly, “Hey no, no. MC stay with me. I love you. You hear me you idiot, I love you so you can’t leave me ever.”

Your eyes fluttered, the ghost of a smile played on your face, “You finally said it… I love you too Saeran. I lo-” and with that, your head lolled to the side. He kissed you, saying “I love you” chanting it like a mantra that could possibly bring you back to life. 

He watched as the EMT’s lifted your lifeless body into the ambulance. They pronounced you dead at the scene. He saw his brother and broke down in his embrace. Why didn’t I tell her that I loved her sooner? Why didn’t I tell her I loved her every second of every day? Why is life so cruel?

He couldn’t even attend the funeral. He saw your face and locked himself in the bathroom to cry. He spent his days at your grave, and he spent his nights awake, often crying himself to sleep, just to repeat the cycle the next day. He loved you more than anything in the world and he couldn’t believe you were gone. He didn’t know what to do without you. He was empty. The only thing he seemed to be able to say was, “I love you MC”. If only I had been able to say it to you before it was too late.


WOW. Holy shit this was a loooooong one and hella depressing. OMG, I like low-key cried a few times while writing this. Worse because I played this song on a loop while I wrote this D:  be warned kiddies. But um hello? Who is amazing for reading this long ass ficlet, that is a bit rusty because of this ol’ writer, YEAH DAS RIGHT YOU BABY GORILLA <3
Just a friendly PSA- so just like in the fic, driving can be super dangerous. Please make sure that you all drive safely and responsibly because it’s not only your life that can be affected. Let me know which fic broke your heart the most >:D As always I love you guys <33333333 MUAH <3

Just beyond

Hi, thank you so much for sending in this prompt! I hope it’s enjoyable for you? I wasn’t quite sure about how I feel at the outcome of this piece but I still hope you will enjoy it! 


Jason presses his lips against yours, threading his fingers through your hair, pulling you closer to him. You could taste and smell Jason. Your tongue collides with his before Jason finally takes charge and he pulls your body even closer to him so now you are straddling him instead.

Jason pulls back for a bit to stare at you – your hair is disheveled and your lips look like it’s about to become swollen and Jason lets his hand fall from your hair, placing both of his hands on your hip. Jason raise one of his eyebrows as if waiting for you to make the first move or to react to his challenge.

You crash your lips in to his and your senses begin to blur as you take off Jason’s leather jacket and drop it to the floor behind you. Using one hand to palm the back of his neck, you deepen the kiss. Jason takes that chance to explore you as he moves his hands all over your body, sending shivers down your body when Jason caresses your sensitive parts.

You practically purr in to the kiss when Jason cups your ass, pulling you tight against him. You can feel his hardening length and beginning to rub yourself against him, grinding your hips against his. Jason’s fingers curl as he pulls you tighter, loving the pleasurable sensation. His lips are urgent against you now and honestly, you are like a drug to Jason and sometimes he can never get enough of you.

“What the heck, oh my God, Jason,” Dick groans when he walks in to the lounge area. Jason is currently in the process of pulling off your shirt, lips attached to your hips and Dick does not even want to know what you are doing to Jason. “Guys, come on!”

Damian struts in and pauses before a frown sets on his face. “Tt.” He crosses his arms and Dick’s eyes widens when he realizes his youngest brother is in the room so he hurriedly heads over to cover Damian’s eyes, causing the latter to hiss because – “stop this nonsense, Richard, mother taught me about the bird and the bees already!”. Not that Dick would listen to him anyways.

Your face turns red and you immediately pull away from Jason, pulling your shirt back down as you stare at his siblings, mortified at being caught.

“I knew there was something going on between the two of you.” Dick snorts before ushering Damian out of the room. “Tim owes me $100 now!” Dick chuckles at the thought of the running bet in the manor.

“You guys betted on us?” Jason asks indignantly – he is still a little bit flustered at having found out but to be quite honest, Jason did not really mind that much. The only reason the two of you kept your relationship a secret in the beginning had been for the thrill – there was just something about trying to sneak around everyone’s backs to have make-out sessions or to just please one or the other.

Given how often the two of you disappear right about the same time, - it is definitely not a coincidence – Jason was sure someone was bound to figure it out too.

“Tt. I even placed a bet.” Damian shakes his head despite Dick’s attempt to make the youngest bird leave the room. “I am surprised it only took the two of you three months.” Damian frowns before turning around to leave the room. “I shall inform Drake about this.”

“Wait, I am curious now. What’s the bet?” You ask, finally finding the courage to speak up.

Dick grins cheekily. “How long it would be before any of us were to find the two of you making out and/or the likes.”

“Can’t believe you guys would bet on Y/N and I!” Jason groans in annoyance before leaning his head back. “Go away.”

You giggle at Jason’s sudden change of moods and press your hand on his head, caressing his hair.

“Next time, get a room, please. You wouldn’t want Bruce to be walking in on the both of you – I remember the last time he drilled me about wearing protection and all.” Dick reminded the two of you before rushing out of the room to follow after Damian.

You shake at your head at Jason’s siblings before leaning to press your lips against his softly. “Are you still in the mood for it or should we just go do something else?” You ask and Jason wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you to him.

“Maybe we can just cuddle here.” You giggle and wrap your arms around him, snuggling on to his chest. 

“Of course.”