i hope this one is even better

Maybe it doesn’t get better. Maybe it’s one bad day after another. Maybe those bad days end with one strong drink after another. Maybe I’ll look back in twenty years and think, ‘they were wrong it doesn’t get easier or better’. But I’ll preserve, just as always. Because that’s all I know. That’s all I’ve ever known. Even when I lose hope, I know I’ll face another bad day and mix another strong drink. Because, fuck it, that’s all I’ve ever known.

KJS // Excerpt from the book I’ll never write #93

anonymous asked:

Hey can you please do a prompt where Ali and Em don't have a kid yet (just to maintain their canon dynamic you're so good at writing) and Wayne passes away/someone emily is close with and Ali comforts her??? The more cuddling/fluff/comforting the better... you can even set it a little while after the loss just so it's more healing and less emotional. (ABSOLUTE BONUS if you can include Ali running Em a bath and then just relaxing together in it) you're my fav writer xxxx

i loooooved this! thank u so much xx (they aren’t canon in this but hope u like it still p>

It had been a completely uneventful day. All but one of her classes had been cancelled from the storm, Paige was away with the swim team in Hawaii, and all of her dorm mates had gone out to celebrate a birthday. Most people would be bummed out by such a mundane weekend but, honestly, Emily was thankful to have time for herself that day. It had been one year since Wayne had died; one year and 6 hours since she had received the phone call that had started her off on this downward spiral. She didn’t know she had been avoiding thinking about it, but when she pulled out to see 13 missed calls from her mother, the penny dropped.

Can’t talk x she typed lazily into the device Work

That was all she could manage as she reached up into the cupboard and pulled out a bottle of vodka, unscrewing the cork, not even wincing at the smell that she had become so accustomed to. Sparks flew in the pit of her stomach as the clear liquid sloshed into the little shot glass, the noise having becoming some what of a comfort to her.

“Bottoms up” She muttered to herself, pouring back the drink in one swift motion, not even wincing as the familiar burn greeted her throat. For a second she rested, before grabbing the bottle and pouring herself another. And another. It was liberating having the room to herself, Paige had steadily turned from supportive girlfriend to overprotective mom as the months had gone on. To have a space to drink and listen to her own music was a dream; especially on this particular day. It took almost half the bottle before she began to feel it. Feel anything was a luxury these days. It was the only thing that would ever do it. She turned the speakers up on full volume, some soppy love song about heartbreak and loss pounding throughout the walls of the room, and she let herself sing. She screamed the lyrics so loudly as she moved from shot to just clutching at the bottle, taking a swig every now and again to keep her mood up. She didn’t know how long she stayed standing in her kitchen, singing badly and letting herself become drunker and drunker, but the sun began to dip below the sea, creating a tangible orange mist across the beach below that somehow managed to creep into her own room. Music paused, her eyes were distracted by the beauty. It overtook her as she crept across the room, wobbly on her feet like a new born baby deer, resting her hand on the glass of the window. It was only when her gaze fell to the street below that she saw her. Alison.

“Woa” She mumbled, pulling open the pane of glass “maybe I should go to bed” Her speech was loud enough that Ali looked up, clearly disgruntled with wind swept hair, her eyes tired from the journey.

“Maybe you could let me up first, Em?” She called, only half-teasingly.

“I’m dreaming” Emily muttered as she slammed the window shut, trying her best to walk across the room and slam her hand down on the ‘open’ button. She was sure it was a hallucination, something her mind had conjured in it’s intoxicated state to try and make her feel better about her dad. And as the minutes passed by she became more and more convinced of it, and wanted to curse her own brain for teasing her so harshly. That was why she jumped so loudly when the door creaked open and Ali stood there, radiating something Emily hadn’t felt in a while. Radiating hope.

“Hey, stranger” She muttered, standing in the hall and waiting to be asked in. Emily just stared at her, completely dumbfounded, a crease in between her brows as the room span ever so slightly. “You gonna let me in?” Her mouth was going dry, but she attempted to stand up. Only when she toppled back down onto the floor did Ali suddenly realise what had happened. She raced across the kitchen area, catching her before she fell and hit her head. “What are you doing, sweetie?” Ali sighed, her voice shaking as she pulled her back onto the bed. She looked around the room and spotted the empty bottle of vodka on the side, as Emily flopped down and let her eyes flutter shut.

“Why are you here?” She asked monotonously, aching for some water.

“You haven’t called in a while” She told her, removing her shoes and lying down next to her “and last time we spoke you told me Paige was away this weekend.” She tried to keep the evident disgust out of her voice, but was unsuccessful.

“So you flew across the country to make sure I was okay?” Emily mumbled incoherently, battling against the duvet and Ali’s arms to sit up straighter.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing” Ali sighed as Emily’s head flopped onto her shoulder.

“Not a bad thing” Emily promised. Ali said nothing, but smiled softly. It was only when she smelt Emily’s breath that she remembered why she was here in the first place.

“Em, you’re drunk again” Ali said, not harshly but in a tone that would hopefully cut through  the barriers Emily had up around her brain at that moment.

“Mhmm” Emily moaned, pulling her eyes open “it’s fun”

“When you’re with friends. In a bar. On a Saturday night” Alison agreed, moving her so that they were facing each other and placing one hand on her cheek. “not when you’re by yourself and it’s the anniversary of your dads death” Emily pulled her own hand up and lay it on Alison’s, not realising how much she had craved her touch.

“How long are you staying?” Emily asked feebly, entwining her fingers into Alison’s in the hope that it would stop the room from spinning.

“As long as you want me to” She told her with a pityful smile “open return”

“Forever” Emily mumbled, flopping back onto the bed, her hair spreading out like a fan onto the pillow behind her. Ali nodded her head.

“I’m gonna run you a bath, Emmy” Ali told her, softly stroking her forehead as the photo of her and Paige that hung above their bed looked down onto the pair of them.

“You’re the best friend I ever had” Emily muttered “Hanna and the others won’t even answer their phone”

“You know that’s not true” Ali argued “they’re just hard-working people now, sweetie” Ali got  up rather abruptly after that to run her a bath, and Emily almost fell asleep to the sound of the water sloshing in so dramatically. It was like the only sound in the world; the only sound she could focus on. Before she knew it she was being taken to the where it was coming from as Ali helped her weak form wobble across the room.

“I think I’m going to be sick” She warned her as she threw herself onto the floor, the toilet thankfully already open as she vomited the entire bottle back up, not managing to avoid her shirt.

“Oh, Jesus, Em” Ali complained, flushing it down as she pulled her back up to her feet “stand still”

“Sorry” Emily mumbled as she lifted her arms up and let Ali remove her top. For a second there was an awkward pause, Ali’s gaze wandering to where it definitely shouldn’t have been and Emily too drunk to let Paige back into her head. Ali cleared her throat as Emily found it within herself to fumble with the zip of her jeans.

“Don’t apologize” Ali told her as she turned around and checked the temperature of the water, an excuse to not have to look at her as she stood naked in the bathroom. “Are you ready?” Emily nodded, and hooked her arm around Ali’s shoulder as she lowered herself into the bath.

“Thank you” Emily muttered as she let the water splash around her body, warm and comforting. Neither said anything. Ali was too aware of herself to break the silence, and too concerned for Emily’s safety to leave the room in case she dozed off in the water. It was a while before anything was said. “I miss him” She finally spluttered out, making whirlpools with her fingers either side of her, not making eye contact.

“I know you do, sweetie” Ali promised her “but getting hammered every night isn’t going to solve anything” Emily shook her head, not wanting to listen to it and so choosing not to.

“Dad would be so angry” She laughed hysterically “he’d say to me ‘That’s not how I raised my little Emmy!” Her voice lowered as she tried to replicate her father’s booming tone.

“Your dad would want you to wake up every morning and do what you need to do to get out of this place, Em.” Ali told her “I know he would. Your dad would be telling you to get over it, and to be the strong, independent girl that we all know and love” She didn’t know where the emotion in her voice had come from, but suddenly Ali felt tears prick at the backs of her eye. Seeing her best friend so broken, the smell of lavender still not able to over power those of vodka and vomit, broke her. Emily deserved the world. But there was only so much she could do. Emily didn’t reply, instead letting herself sink further into the tub, letting her hair get covered with water.

“It’s like I’m swimming” She whispered “I haven’t done that for months” Ali smiled sadly, grabbing a flannel and washing Emily’s face, still covered with sticky substances.

“You’ll get there, Em” She promised “I know my mermaids still swimming around somewhere”

anonymous asked:

Is it common to notice differences even if we don't understand why it may be different? I've noticed things like myself at a young age was different, I knew it but I didn't know why. Even within my family there were features my sister's had that I didn't and I concluded I was adopted cause I didn't have those features (I'm not lol but I was 7) and in activities when it's find the odd one out type of thing I seem to notice quickly or sometimes even spot a difference that wasn't noticed by others

It’s very common, yes. People who grow up undiagnosed often talk about feeling like an alien, or like they were adopted, or like everyone else knows something they don’t.

I have no idea if we’re generally better at spot the difference or not but I know on good days we can be very observant, so that could be related

Hope this helps



“You’ve only been here a day” Britland pointed out “he’s never had one steady girl. He has hook ups. A lot of hook ups.”

“Oh” she blinked looking away.

“Sorry” he felt impelled to say something even though he really didn’t know why.

“It’s not your fault” Miranda put a hand to his cheek “you love who you love. I know that better than anyone.”

“So you’re not disappointed…”

“Maybe a little” she laughed “I had so many hopes for little green-skinned pinked haired grandchildren. I suppose now” she looked over her shoulder towards her husband and Carson, “I’ll have to settle for purple instead.”

“Mom” he protested his cheeks burning as he watched his Dad and Carson turn towards them and wave.

Oh I could definitely see the Bonnie and Clyde look for our Valenna! 100%! But let’s see what they come up with. Should be good whatever it is. I highly doubt they would bring out that bride outfit again because well, we know what kind of comments would be out if ridiculous crazies saw that. Im just out here hoping we get even one picture of them there after the silence the past few days. Ridiculous crazy people ruin everything.

Above submitted by Epic Anon.

Maybe this was a hint!  (I doubt it, but maybe)

Originally posted by beautyis4me

lost-elda  asked:

You give me so much hope you don’t even know. I hope one day I too will go months and maybe years without panic attacks. Right now I’m barely managing two digit numbers but you just show that it’s possible and that I can function again on some point. Thank you so much for being inspirational and motivating

man I used to have panic attacks multiple times a day. I’m not gonna be all “if I can do it anyone can” because that’s just unreasonably naive, but it is possible. and the longer you go, the better you understand how to keep on going and how to relearn some deeply ingrained patterns. I believe in you  ♥


sure hope you can see these.

short & sweet ♡


seokmin + MVs

↳ 1997.02.18 | happy birthday to the love & light of my life ☀️


Took a while but finale doodles :D Oh geez man super stoked for Season 4! I actually got confused on the whole Beth clone thing and I’m also curious if Jerry changed for the better or not… Like there was that moment, but you know… People change after a while… But maybe it’s to help build more conflict…? Aw man, so much to think about even after a whole week!

One thing that really threw me off was Beth (?) saying that everything would be like Season 1 again, but I was rewatching Season 1 and realizing how everyone’s relationship really changed throughout the seasons. I’d be worried if everything really would be back to Season 1 and I’m hoping that Beth just said that since she doesn’t know how much Morty and Summer have changed. (But then there’s the behind the scenes video where the creators were talking about how they made it look like people grew in character but actually didn’t…)

And while people around me were kinda mad at the finale, I WOULD LIKE TO SAY HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE STAFF-WIELDING RICK. Such fun fight scenes…! And kudos to the president for putting up such a fight.

And Rick’s autism comment made me super nervous for two seconds until he said he loves it and I was like “!!!!?????” My little brother has autism and it was such a cool shout out to the community. Would it mean Rick is autistic or is he just saying he has autistic tendencies? Ah, but let’s not get into that too much.


I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid it would open old wounds.

[Article] BTS Is Back! The K-Pop Kings Talk Their New Album and Ever-Evolving Style

Just ahead of the release, the members sat down for an exclusive interview with Vogue to break down their new look and evolving personal style. Despite a long day of filming and dance rehearsals, they were in good spirits, laughing and chattering happily. “Let’s go!” J-Hope said. Here, we do.

Q. Tell us about the new visual concept for this album. What kind of style did you pick to express it?

Suga: It’s about boys falling in love. There are four versions of love, and we shot four different photos to show them. Though each one is different, the same feeling of love comes through in every shot. There’s a sense of playfulness, of friends hanging out comfortably at home in their free time, and that kind of fluttering feeling. Visually, we cover a lot of ground.

The lyrics and the music themselves are about finding your fate. In this album, we cover a wide range of songs: There are high-energy ones, very hip-hop ones. It’s quite diverse. To match it, the style covers a range of colorful, sporty, leisure, and boyish clothes. They go well together: powerful music, colorful clothes.

J-Hope: It’s very colorful and sporty, overall. I think there’s a slightly retro feel, too. Among the seven members, I think we each kind of bring out our hidden boyishness through our clothes.

Suga: It’s totally different. When we did You Never Walk Alone, we wore a lot of casual clothes. This time, it’s a lot flashier. Super colorful, yet more high-end and comfortable at the same time. More of that comforting feeling.

J-Hope: Right, this time we wanted to show more of that boyish style.

Q. How would you describe BTS’s style in general, looking back across your work?

Rapmon: Just style.

Jimin: Truthfully, we have a very energetic style, I would say.

Q. A lot has been said about the kind of individuality you hope to express as a band. Is that something that comes into play with your style, letting each member’s own persona come through?

Jimin: Of course; it’s important. With each new album, we do a lot of fittings. And each time we do those fittings, we talk a lot and always share our thoughts as we go. We put a lot of effort into looking for clothes that express ourselves and the feelings we want to express with each album’s concept. We want to show that, [but] without losing our individuality either.

V: I don’t think we have one signature. With each concept, we change it up completely and the styles have been so diverse. For “Boy in Luv,” we wore school uniforms. For “Blood, Sweat & Tears,” it was a range of suits and white shirts. As artists, we have to change our style to match each concept. We’re always changing, ever changing.

Q. Do you have a favorite piece you wore for this comeback?

Suga: I loved all the oversize shirts.

Jungkook: Me too. There’s a loose, navy chiffon shirt I wore with slacks that was particularly light and comfortable. I liked that a lot.

J-Hope: I liked wearing those basketball jerseys, and those ultra-colorful sweaters, too.

Rapmon: There was a really big windbreaker that I liked because it was so big.

V: I liked everything, but the accessories most of all. Particularly all the rings and earrings, I liked those the most.

Jimin: For me, it was the bright red shirt from “DNA.”

Q. Who do you think has changed the most since you debuted?

J-Hope: V?

Suga: V has changed a lot, and Jimin changed a lot.

Rapmon: Jungkook, too.

Q. In what way?

Jimin: We’ve all gotten old.

J-Hope: Our maknae line [the youngest members] has changed a lot. They are the youngest and looked it when we debuted, but now, they look more grown-up.

Jin: Like Jimin. Overall, his face changed from cute to sexy.

Q. What do you want most for this comeback?

Suga: To make the Billboard Hot 100 is my dream.

J-Hope: Let’s get it! Dream!

Rapmon: I would like all the members to be healthy.

J-Hope: Health!

Suga: It’s the most important thing, really.

Jimin: I would like to be 3 centimeters taller.

V: For real. I want to have wide shoulders like Jin.

Jimin: Me too [laughs]. For real.

Suga: If everyone could be happy, I would be happy.

J-Hope: Peace!

Jungkook: For me, I’d like to travel a lot. Anywhere would be great. And if I could learn to speak English and Japanese well, that would be great, too.

J-Hope: I also would like the members to be healthy and happy. And everyone else, all our fans.

Q. Any last words for your American fans?

J-Hope: Of course, American Army.

Suga: No matter what, our American Army is so big, and we are so very thankful to them. From now on, we want to put on even cooler performances, be cooler, be better, so look forward to it. Please, always look forward to it.

V: Thank you! We love American Army so much!

Q. Tell us about your personal style. What are you into lately?

V: In my case, I like to pick one piece that pops against everything else. I like flashy shirts, or I’ll wear a simple shirt with a fancy necktie. I also like vintage pieces, more standout ones. I’ll go to certain boutiques and look for clothes without labels. You can find a lot of nice unbranded shirts, and I wear those a lot.

Jimin: To be honest, I don’t think much about style, or “oh, this is my style,” that sort of thing. I follow my mood, which is so different day to day. Generally, I like a wide range of styles, but lately, I’ve been reaching for comfortable, simple things. Simple slacks and shirts.

Jungkook: Are you familiar with the term paealmot [fashion-know-nothing]? I don’t know anything about fashion. So for me, I reach for anything comfortable. I wear a lot of athleisure and workout clothes—sweatpants and sweatshirts—as I like to stay active.

Jin: I like to dress warmly, comfortably as I go around. Naturally I like easy fashion. My style is clean, polished, and gentle looking. Or you could say I prefer to wear big sweatshirts and hoodies.

J-Hope: I’m into streetwear, and more colorful looks. These days, bags have become more of a thing for me—these mini cross bags are so great.

Suga: These days I’m wearing a lot of Jordans, those sneakers. I’ve been wearing a lot of slippers, too, and comfortable clothes in general. I really like that kind of oversize fit.

Rap Monster: These days, I’m most into staying comfortable. I do have a lot of interest in Japanese brands, so I’ve been looking at cool Japanese hyungs [older brothers] and carefully studying their style. Brands like WTAPS, Visvim, I like a lot.

Q.  What is one item you can’t live without?

V: I like old-school, vintage-style glasses a lot. As for accessories, I really like them all.

Jimin: I like accessories a lot. Hats, caps, beanies, I like all of them. I also look for special standout earrings, rings, necklaces … I like to layer them on heavily.

Jungkook: I don’t like accessories all that much, except for hats. I like bucket hats and beanies a lot, and I sometimes wear rings or bracelets. I’m the kind of person that if I put it on once, I’ll leave it on forever.

Jin: I like silver accessories. I think they suit me well.

J-Hope: I like hats a lot—bucket hats, sun caps, beanies, and fitted caps. And like I said before, I like bags a lot. I like shoes that stand out, too. Lately, I’ve been wearing a lot of running shoes, the kind that look good with very wide pants.

Suga: I also love accessories, especially bracelets and rings. King rings, the really big ones. I’ll wear a lot of them at once.

Rap Monster: I like hats. As for a favorite … I like all of them, though? Really. I wear hats all the time.

Q.  How much interest do you have in fashion?

Jin: “How do I mix and match these things together … ” I tend to stand in front of the closet worrying like that.

Q.  Who is your style icon right now?

V: I don’t have a big role model at the moment, but later on, I would like to channel [actor] Ryoo Seung-bum [who is known for his unique style].

Jimin: I don’t have one exactly, but I like to look on the Internet for cool, well-dressed people and get inspired that way.

Jungkook: I am my own role model. I want to follow myself.

Jin: [Actor] Kang Dong Won. The clothes he wears, it’s the fit and style I like.

J-Hope: I like A$AP Rocky. How to put it … he dresses on-trend, but he also dresses for himself. He’s made his own style. It’s hip, but has a clean, polished kind of feel. That whole A$AP Mob style, I like.

Suga: Like Jungkook, I don’t really have one. I just look for what I like and what I feel comfortable wearing.

Rap Monster: Cool hyungs I look up to, even people I pass on the street in Seoul. People dress so well here, it’s easy to get inspired.


Kissing you. - Tom Holland Imagine.

okay but nothing attracts me more than the idea of just kissing tom.

• those quick kisses tom would give you in random moments of the day, for no other reason, other than he loves you.

• he’d always have a hand on your cheek, no matter where the other would fall;

  • your ass, the small of your back, cupping the back of your neck, your waist, stroking your thigh, or the he’d lightly skim over your neck - squeezing a few times. phew.

• the hand on your check would stroke over it with his thumb or knuckles.

  • he’d occasionally lower it to cup your chin - controlling the kiss.

• anytime he’d say ‘i love you’ or vise versa, it would beckon for more kissing.

• those kisses were always slow and sensual.

• starting off with just a few pecks, then your lips would be harder to pull apart as they start to mold together.

  • as your lips open and sucked around each other’s, his tongue would continuously dip into your mouth, teasing you with it’s warmth and flavor.

• tom’s kisses are always so calculated.

• no matter if you guys are slowly or roughly making out, he’d never get salvia around your lips.

• his tongue is never confused as to where to go, his teeth never clash against yours, and it never feels rushed.

• despite never wanting the kisses to end, tom would eventually need air, but his mouth would always find it’s way to another part of your body in the meantime.

  • usually it was your neck, but sometimes he’d surprise you by kissing behind your ear, or your cheek, or your jaw, or your forehead.

• his skilled mouth, knew its way around your body and exactly where it could touch, in order to make your body melt.

• tom loved rough kisses with you too.

• he liked teasing you by biting your lip, and skimming his tongue along yours, to get you riled up.

• you’d start to get needy, and would shove your tongue in his mouth.

• this would always cause him to chuckle into the kiss, vibrating the inside of your mouth, which is such a turn on.

• the boy’s french kissing skills are insane.

  • his tongue would massage against yours just enough to keep you guessing. finding a rhythm that suited you, and coaxes moans out of you with it’s soft flicks and rubs.

• your hands were always in his hair.

  • or on his ass, or under his shirt, or underneath his arms to grasp his shoulders, or on his biceps.

• but at least one hand was in his hair.

• there was always some grinding involved in tom and your’s make out.

  • even if you guys weren’t planning on fucking.

• his body rested against yours on the couch, his hips lightly digging in yours - enjoying the pressure of your pelvis underneath him.

• he also loved having you on top during make out sessions.

• you either hold yourself up above him using two arms, and straddling him.

  • when you were in this position, you would always tease him by leaning down just enough to hover over his lips and pull back every so often so he contasntly has to fight to kiss you.

• or you’d have the whole length of your body stretched out along his - resting completely on top of him.

  • when you were in this position, his hand(s) would always skim down your back, lightly skimming over your exposed skin from your shirt riding up a bit.

• post sex kisses were amazing!! some of best, man. damn.

• tom’s forehead would be rested against yours as he desperately tries to catch his breath, but even still he’d (every so often) lean down and kiss you sweetly.

  • he’d also lean up and kiss your forehead, your eyelids, your nose, your cheeks, and back to your lips.

• or if his face had fallen to the crook of your neck while having sex (which it usually did - so he could focus better!!) then he would pepper kisses up from your neck to your lips.

  • lot’s of open mouthed kisses so his tongue could slip out to tease and taste your skin.

• now kisses on your body/during sex is a whole other story.

• if you thought homeboy’s tongue had skill before, you can’t even imagine what he could to your body with it.

  • especially when it’s between your thighs ;)

• but that’s for a whole other post…

i know i’m a tease, fight me <3

for one of my favorite blogs at the moment (and forever) -

@hufflepuffholland 💖 hope you enjoy!

Bts | Reaction | A Child’s Love

[ i think i understand what you mean, if im wrong then i am incredibly sorry for being illiterate lol hope you enjoy no less :) ] 


Jin was a bit confused when he came home to a quiet, and empty house. Usually when he announced his arrival, it would soon be followed by the pitter-patter of feet rushing to greet him with excitement. Calling out for his wife and child, Jin was once again given silence. Scrunching his eyebrows in concern, he took a moment to review if you had anything scheduled for today - soon concluding that you were staying home. At least, that’s what he thought. 

It didn’t take but five minutes for the front door to be opened once again, entering the two missing people he’d been thinking about since he walked in. Sighing in relief that the mystery was over, he turned toward the two of you with a smile - only for it to slowly disappear when he saw the look on your face. You were, unfortunately, giving him your best bitch face. 

“Is something wrong?” He finally voiced, the sniffling child in your arms making his heart clench. “Did something happen?” 

Slowly, you put down the child and sweetly instructed them to get ready for bed, that you would tuck them in, shortly. Nodding that they understood, they quickly ran for their room, not even giving Jin a passing glance. This only made his heart clench even more. Looking back at you for some sort of explanation, Jin’s obliviousness only pissed you off even more. 

“What is today, Seokjin?” He stayed silent, making you sigh heavily. “Why don’t you go take a look on the calendar, and then come ask me what happened.” 

With that being said, you headed for your child’s bedroom without another word, once again leaving Jin by himself. Scratching his head in even more bewilderment, Jin did as you had asked and made his way for the kitchen.

Saturday, November 18th. What was so special about that day? 

And, that’s when it hit him. Jin felt like the world’s worst dad in that very moment, when all he could do was blink at the date, dumbfounded that he forgot in the first place. He missed his child’s first soccer game. Not only was he wrong about you staying home all day, but the fact he even remembers saying to them this morning that he wouldn’t miss it for the world. He practically lied right to his child’s face. It wasn’t his fault that it slipped his mind, there was just a lot going on at the office, but Jin didn’t see that as a good excuse. 

Judging from the chocolate stains on their cheeks, he concluded that you two had just gotten back from eating victory ice cream - which could only mean that they won their game. Which could only mean Jin had a lot of apologizing to do. 

He could only hope that his child, and yourself, could forgive him. 


Yoongi sat outside his daughter’s bedroom door in shame, it physically hurting him to hear her cry her eyes out, and he couldn’t do anything about it; probably because he was the cause of them in the first place. 

“Sweetheart, I am so, so very sorry. They held me in the studio longer than I anticipated, you know I would never do this to you on purpos-”

“Just leave me alone!” She immediately cut him off from his apology, her cries getting worse by the second. “I looked like a fool, I should have known you’d always put your music before me, no matter what!” 

That, to Yoongi, felt like a kick to the stomach. Never in his life did he think that his music was more important than his family, it never once crossed his mind. But, after tonight, he couldn’t possibly blame his daughter for feeling that way. That night was the annual sixth grade ‘Father-Daughter Dance’ at her school, which she was so excited for-for the past two months. Everyone’s father showed up; give you one guess on who ended up having to go home early due to embarrassment of not having their date show up. 

You practically chewed Yoongi out over the phone, saying how it took three bags of family sized m&ms to get her to calm down enough to remember to breathe. The both of you were livid, but your daughter felt neglected. And that was the last thing Yoongi ever wanted her to feel. 

“Mi Sun, that’s not true…you know that’s not true. My music can never compare to you, how happy you make me everyday, the joy that you bring. Sweetheart, daddy is so sorry that he stood you up, I’ll make it up to you somehow, I promise. But, just know that you will always mean more to me than my music, no doubt about it.” There was silence on the other side of the door, which wasn’t entirely a bad thing, it just meant she stopped crying. “Tell you what: I won’t go to the studio all week, next week. You’ll have me all to yourself, we can do whatever you want, it’ll be a little ‘Father-Daughter’ outing. What do you say, princess?” 

Yoongi waited with high hopes, ear pressed against the door as he prayed that she would at least consider his offer. It wasn’t until the sound of her door being unlocked relieved him of any thought of rejection, soon greeted with a gummy smile that matched his own. “You mean it?” 

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone all the while picking up his little girl with his free arm, dialing Namjoon’s number without hesitation. Putting said person on speaker phone, he spoke. 

“Namjoon, I’m taking all of next week off. I think it’s time I gave my greatest creation of all time my full and undivided attention. Goodbye.”  


Your two children practically cursed Kim Namjoon’s existence, they were so mad. Not only did he run over one of their bike’s that morning, but now he had just broken their game counsel they had gotten from their uncle Jungkook, by stepping on it by accident; they were enraged. 

He had promised them dessert after dinner to kind of set the atmosphere back into a lighter one, only for them to just eat it angrily as they continued to glare in their father’s direction. You tried so hard not to burst into a fit of laughter at Namjoon’s failed attempts to get back on their good side. Who could have thought that two seven year old boys could have a grown man begging on his knees for forgiveness? 

“Please, what do you want from me? I said I was sorry, what more do you want? I told you countless times to never leave your bikes in the driveway, or to leave your game counsel lying around - so it’s technically not all my fault!” 

They continued to be silent as they ate their desserts, their expressions never faltering. Finally letting out a small snicker, you speak. 

“I don’t think you’re helping your situation here, Joonie.” 

“I already gave them ice cream, what else do they want - my soul?” He exclaimed, losing all hope at this point. Namjoon didn’t like when his children were mad at him, it was one of the worst feelings in the world. He tried his best to be a good father and loving husband, and a small inconvenience like this just wasn’t sitting right. “I’ll buy you new bikes! And an even better game counsel, if you want, I don’t care. I will personally give you my wallet, if it’ll get you to stop-”

“Okay.” Hyun replied, while his brother nodded with enthusiasm. “And we want those diamond earrings that mom saw at the store a couple days ago, too!” 

“And a puppy!” Jae was quick to add in, finishing up the last of his ice cream. Namjoon looked at the two boys with wide eyes and mouth agape. When Hyun’s statement finally registered in his brain, Namjoon slowly started to glare at you. 

“You set this up, just so you could get those stupid earrings, didn’t you?” 

Shrugging your shoulders, an evil grin slowly started to form on your face as you get up to retrieve his wallet. “Hey, I’m not the one who asked for them, the boys did. Too late to go back on your word now, Joonie.” 

Shaking his head as you left the kitchen, Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle as the two boys started poking at his face - back to their normal, goofy selves. 

“You two, and your mother, will be the death of me.” 


He was devastated when he showed up to the school an hour late, and his little girl was no where to be seen. Hoseok frantically asked the teacher where she could’ve gone, only for him to get a look that could only be described as judgmental. What kind of father didn’t know where his own child was?

“There was a swarm of men that ran at your daughter with cameras, they chased her back into the school. She was the last student to be picked up, and they wouldn’t leave, so we called your wife. She tried your phone, Mr. Jung, but you wouldn’t answer. She is safe at home, by now.” 

A small breath of relief fell from his lips as he thanked the teacher, and apologized for the inconvenience with the paparazzi. She merely responds with ‘I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.’ She couldn’t have been more right.

As if on cue, his phone starts to vibrate in his pocket, after hours of having it shut off. Hoseok visibly winces at the sight on his lock screen: 37 text messages, followed by 52 missed calls. He was definitely screwed.

Now, he found himself parked in the driveway, mentally preparing himself on how he planned on apologizing for leaving his daughter all alone in that kind of situation. She must have been so frightened, and just thinking about it made him feel even worse. 

Once he entered the house, he becomes uneasy at the silence that he’s greeted with - it making him feel like the smallest person in the world. When he made his way into the family room, there you sat in the rocking chair he had bought, for the pregnancy with your second child. The look on your face was enough to show that you were far from being happy, but your features quickly softened when you saw how wreaked his face looked. You could tell that he had been crying out of guilt, the teddy bear he had obviously bought for your daughter confirming that as well. 

“H..How is she?” He rasps, throat tight as the guilt continued to weigh on his shoulders. You shrug slightly, before taking a deep breath. 

“Could’ve been worse, I suppose. She’s a little shaken up, but nothing physically wrong with her, thank god.” Carefully, you stand from the rocking chair, one hand resting on your bloated stomach. “Hobi…what happened, where were you? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for the past hour.”

“I-I lost track of time, the clock in my office was an hour late. My phone had to be switched off, because I was in and out of meetings all day - I didn’t mean to forget. I-I rushed as fast as I could to the school, and when I didn’t see her, I panicked, I thought something bad had happened. And then, I had to find out from the teacher that the paparazzi went after her-why would they do that?! She’s only a little girl, they’d never go as far as ambushing a child! This is all my fault, she’s was scared and alone, I wasn’t there, and now she probably hates me!” 

“Hobi…” You tried to calm him down, the tears from earlier making their appearance once again as they cascaded down his cheeks, like a river; but he just kept going. 

“What kind of father am I? I even had to make you leave the comfort of bed-rest just so you could go pick her up, when it was my job to do so-I’m just so stupid! I don’t know what I’d do if they had laid a single hand on either one of you, it makes me sick! Doesn’t anyone understand privacy anymore? This isn’t the kind of life I wanted for you, or for our children. I want you to feel safe, and healthy and protected - I can’t even do that right!” 

“Hoseok, enough.” You raised both hands to cup either side of his face, making him focus on you. Your thumbs gently wiped away the stray tears, softly cooing at him to breathe and just to relax. “You are an amazing father, who works very hard for his family everyday. Sure, I was a little angry at how careless you were in the situation, but you’re human. You make mistakes, too. She won’t hate you, she never could, she loves her daddy far too much. Like I said, she was just a little frazzled, nothing serious. As for the paparazzi, we’ll get restraining orders - simple as that. Now, no more of this negative talk. Your princess needs her hope, her angel, to cheer her up.” 

By now, his tears had come to a stop, a small smile taking their place. Leaning forward to give you a sweet kiss, Hoseok felt so lucky to have someone like you to remind him that he was loved and appreciated. Even though deep down he still felt awful about the whole thing, it was nothing a good, long cuddle session with her brand new teddy bear couldn’t fix. 


I feel like Jimin would be very offended that you hadn’t brought him any treats back, sitting on the couch with an expression of pure betrayal as he watched his child munch away on yummy candies. 

“So tell me again, why you told mommy not to bring daddy anything back? Did daddy do something wrong?” The child nods their head, pouting. “He did? Mind telling me what exactly he did to make you so upset?” 

This time the toddler shook their head ‘no’, going back to stuffing their face with sweets and watching cartoons. After ten minutes of pleading for some sort of clue, Jimin finally gives up and goes to ask you what the problem is. But, unfortunately, you had no clue either. 

“They’ve just been grumpy all day, and when I offered a trip to the candy shop, that seemed to do the trick. I was going to bring you something back, but they insisted that I shouldn’t.” 

“And you listened?” He gaped. “Jagiiiii.” 

“Look, all I know is that you did something to piss off our three year old child, and I don’t exactly know how. So, you’re on your own. Think, Chim, did something happen this morning?” 

Retracing his steps on how the morning played out, Jimin couldn’t decipher anything that might have been out of the ordinary. He woke up, got dressed, came down stairs, ate breakfast - he remembers that he was running a little late for work, so he had to skip on the goodbye kis-

“Ohhhhh.” Jimin finally connected to the problem, giggling at how trivial this whole thing turned out to be. “I know what the deal is.” 

Without even enlightening you as to what he just realized, Jimin made his way back into the living room and sat right in his spot next to the toddler. Leaning downward to plant a small kiss on their forehead, he exclaims at full volume. 

“Goodbye, my little mochi, daddy loves you~!” 

You tilted your head in confusion for a moment until you, too, realized what had made your child so salty all day: Jimin never gave them their usual goodbye kiss before he left for work. Immediately, as if someone had flipped a switch, your child offered a handful of candies to their daddy, him happily taking the sweets with a wide grin. 

“Remind me never to forget goodbye kisses, ever again.”


He despised being the bad cop when it came to punishing his son. Taehyung was usually the fun parent, always sneaking snacks at night and promising never to tell you, that kind of parent. But, when the foot had to come down, it came down hard. During dinner, his son was starting to get a little smart mouthy toward you, and Taehyung was not having it. He had warned him to cool it, but he just didn’t know when to quit.

“That’s it, I’ve warned you to stop running your mouth! Go to your room, you’re grounded for a month - matter of fact, make it two months for bad mouthing your mother!”

This seemed to set him off even more, as he aggressively pushed away from the table to stand, pointing a spiteful finger in your direction. “She is not my mother. She’s just some skank you picked up at some club, and decided she was good enough to keep around-”

“That’s crossing the line! Four months! Say one more goddamn thing, and it’ll be a year - do you understand me?!”

“You’re always picking her side over mine! Ever since she moved in with us, you’ve changed - she’s changing you! I don’t even know who you are anymore, no wonder mom left you! She’s gone because of you, and I hate you!”

With that being said, he finally stormed off. The dining room was left eerily silent, as the only thing that was heard was the sound of him slamming his bedroom door shut. You looked over at Taehyung, seeing that his face remained blank, but you didn’t miss the single tear that slid down his cheek. 

You knew that his ex-wife was a touchy subject between the two of them, and that whole argument definitely opened up old wounds. You raised from your seat, slowly walking over to where he continued to remain motionless as the tears just kept on falling. Leaning in close, you place a small kiss on his slightly damp cheek, easing a little tension out of his shoulder for moment.

“He didn’t mean it, Taehyung. Don’t take what he said to heart, he’s just frustrated. Give him some time, and he’ll come around. I’ll talk to him.” Giving him one more kiss, you exited the dining room and toward his son’s.

Taehyung still continued to sit there as he leaned his face into his hands, now silently crying to himself. You were amazing, trying your very hardest to be a good step-mother…why couldn’t he give you a chance?

- - -

Tae didn’t even realize that he passed out in the dining room, from possibly crying himself to sleep. He woke up to the sound of the front door being slammed shut, and a couple of hushed whispers. When his eyes adjusted, he noticed two silhouettes coming toward him, only to then discover that it was you and his son, carrying what looked to be bowls of frozen yogurt.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” You giggled, walking up to him to wipe some drool off the side of his face. “Are you okay?”

Blinking a couple of times, he directs his attention to his son, seeing that he was still picking at his frozen treat while purposely avoiding eye contact. It stayed that way for a good two minutes until you decided to speak for them.

“Dae-Jung, isn’t there something you’d like to say to your father?” The preteen sighs heavily, setting his now empty cup of froyo on the table. Shuffling his feet from side to side, he finally nods.

“I..I’m sorry, dad. I didn’t mean those things that I said, I was just…angry, I guess. It’s just…mom hasn’t been returning my calls lately, and you’ve been spending less time with me, and more time nagging me. I miss how things used to be, when you were my best friend, rather than this stick-in-the-mud. I apologized to Y/n…she’s actually really cool…I guess I kinda get what you see in her…so there. I don’t hate you, and I’m glad you’re here, and I’m sorry that I-”

Taehyung didn’t even let the boy finish rambling as he pulled him into a tight hug, making sure to squeeze the life out of him to reassure himself that he was still there. 

“I’m sorry I’ve been so hard on you, Dae-Jung, I just don’t want you growing up and seeing me as a pushover. I can’t have you walking all over me like you mother did. And I’m glad you’re giving Y/n a chance, you’ll love her, I promise.” He beams at you, grateful to have someone like yourself in his child’s life, and his own. “But, you’re still grounded.”

“What? WHY?” He exclaims, trying to pull away from the hug, but Taehyung wouldn’t let him as he hugged even tighter.

“Because, you didn’t bring me back any frozen yogurt.~”


You had just gotten back from grocery shopping, with your little plus one ‘helping’ you carry the bags inside. After getting everything situated and put away, you set her in her little high chair, so she could enjoy the little treats you had bought for her - for being a good little helper. Soon, your husband walked in, hugging you from behind followed by a small peck to your cheek.

“Hello, gorgeous.~ And hello to you, my little bunny, where’s my kiss~?” Right as he went to give his princess a kiss on the cheek as well, she immediately screamed and blocked her treats from his sight. Taking a step back in shock, he tilts his head in confusion at his baby girl. 

You chuckle softly, leaning over the counter. “Looks like somebody isn’t happy with you.” 

“What have I done?” He tried again to get a kiss, only for her to scream once more, halting his movement. “What’s the matter, precious? Why can’t daddy have a kiss?” 

“No!” She chirps, shaking her head. “My kisses!”

“I can’t have just one?” She shakes her head once again. “Why not?” 

Jungkook, now in a dilemma, places his hands on his hips. It wasn’t until he noticed the empty bag of Hershey kisses that laid right next to her, did he finally realize the miscommunication. 

“Ah, no, I want an actual kiss! Not your candy, silly girl.” He giggles before puckering his lips, leaning downward until he was at her level. “Like this! Remember? You love daddy’s kisses!” 

The little one took a moment to register what he just said, until her eyes focused in on his puckered lips, blinking at them a couple of times. When it eventually clicked, she leaned forward as well until her forehead rested on his lips - allowing him to just go nuts with the tiny kisses to her head; the large amount of affection from her daddy was enough to make her giggle happily, enjoying the shower of kisses he continued to give her. 

The sight alone was enough to make your heart melt, Jungkook could be such a softball when it came to his little gir-

“Jungkook, you ass, I literally just saw you swipe some candy-”



“Uhm, Harry?” Draco eyed his roommate suspiciously. He shifted nervously in his desk chair as Harry’s intense green eyes seemed to graze over him. The man had a weird look on his face and Draco did not like it.

“Yes Draco?” Harry replied, stepping out of the doorframe into their shared dorm.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Draco pushed his chair backwards until it collided with his desk. Then, when Harry showed no sign of slowing down he got up and stepped away, so he now almost had his back pressed against the wall behind him. He knew he was acting ridiculous, but so was Harry. If he didn’t know any better the green eyes coming towards him were filled with… with…

Lust was the wrong word, but it was definitely some sort of desire. And curiosity. And determination. And some form of fondness Draco could not place at all.

A combination scary enough to make him do one more step backwards. His heels hit the wall.

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