i sat with the sun in my eyes for twenty minutes for this shit

Byun Baekhyun//Dyeing To Meet You

Originally posted by blondejongin

Summary: Everybody knows that soulmates have the same hair colour - and your soulmate, wherever he is, is to be blamed for the ridiculous hair colour you woke up with this morning. - A/N: for the sake of this AU, just pretend your hair doesn’t get damaged when you dye it.
Scenario: Soulmate AU, fluff
Word Count: 3,021

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I Got This

Title:  I Got This

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Summary:  Dean’s use of a pick up line may have gotten him into more trouble than he bargained for.

Characters:  Dean Winchester x female reader, Sam Winchester

Word Count:  2978

Warnings:  Canon typical violence, language, additional warnings beneath the cut to avoid spoilers

Author’s Notes:  Written for @impalaimagining Cheesy Pick Up Line Challenge. Congrats on 4,000! My line was “I lost my phone number, can I have yours?” This contains one of those cliched searches through a decrepit, abandoned building. This got away from me a little.

**My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.**

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

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Night sky (Mark x TwinFemReader) fluff aghast

Originally posted by lum1natrix

(( gif not mine - CUTIE ))

(A/n): lmao this request is weird and I love it.

Request:  If you’re still doing request, do you think you could do a mark x female twin reader where they getting into a big fight so she leaves without telling anybody but eventually comes back and it’s clear that they’re both wrecks without their twin? Fluffy angst? Sorry, I just really like twin stuff ☺️

Warnings: Swearing and sadness and fluff and kill me


Okay so sharing a house in general, is not always fun. Sharing a house with three other men, can be fun but also not fun. But, sharing a house with your twin brother, fun and terrible.

But, (Y/n) shared a house with them because her and Mark had always worked together on everything. The pair of them had started this channel together; with (Y/n) behind the scenes and Mark in front of the camera.

Yeah, sometimes it was stressful, especially for Mark. He had to maintain his public image all the time.

The two of them had each other though. They pair really were inseparable, as most twins are.

“Mark, I swear to fuck if you don’t put the seat down one more time, I’m selling your dick on the black market.”

Screaming things such as this across the house was likely common. All the person in question would do, though, is giggle and run away. Because she lives with several five year olds.

“Kill me now…” (Y/n) mumbled.

Walking down the stairs cautiously, she had split her path and strut into the large kitchen.

“Mark.” the girl growled.

Her fraternal twin was standing there next the the fridge with chica at his feet.


“Did you even hear what I just said?” she questioned harshly.

“Well yeah, but I was busy adoring Chica that I didn’t have time to care.” he joked.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes with venom soaking her usually sweet expression. This was also very common. Him not caring about a lot of things his twin had to say.

“Mark I’m serious. This is a small bathroom incident but it just further proves the point that you don’t listen.

Her words didn’t register in his ears or even get past her lips it seemed. The brunette was too busy baby talking his dog.

All (Y/n) could manage to do was sigh dramatically. It pissed her off that he didn’t take the time to hear her, and the frustration showed.

“I’m going to get dressed.” the girl commented stiffly.

“Not that you care..”

As (Y/n) made her way slowly back up the stairs, Ethan passed her stride joyfully.

“Mooooring, (Y/n).” he called, stopping his bouncy walk to face her politely.

“Yeah.” she replied blandly.

She continued her walk of shame up the last four steps, and sauntered into her room. Ethan was left staring up the way (Y/n) had gone, visibly confused, borderline concerned.

Though it was the usual time for them all to share breakfast, the youtuber had lost her appetite.

“I’m not going to sit here and sulk, at least.” she mumbled.

Shuffling around her room, (Y/n)’s soft hum strung lightly in the air. The (h/c) haired girl collected a pair of clean jeans and blank shirt, throwing over a loose cardigan.

For the second time, she made her way down the stairs.

As (Y/n) walked into the kitchen, she took the liberty of rolling up her sleeves briefly. Stepping to the cabinet, she had gestured for Mark to move over.

“I’d ask, but I’m sure you wouldn’t hear me.” (Y/n) hissed.

Reaching up to grab herself a pale plastic cup, (Y/n) caught in the corner of her eye her brother mouth what she had just said, with crude facial expressions.

The girl wanted to sigh and apologize, but she thought it might be best to guilt trip him instead. (Y/n) had really wanted to make her point.

After obtaining her glass, she went to the fridge, passing by Ethan who sat at the table. He sat there, chewing his toast silently, feeling and seeing the tension but being shit scared to say anything.

The youtuber pried open the refrigerator, viewing its contents wearily.

Dramatically, she then twisted to face the blue boy.

“Do we not have any more milk?” (Y/n) asked kindly.

Ethan nervously smiled back up at the (e/c) eyed girl, shaking his head briskly with a mouth full of bread.

This time (Y/n) did sigh “I could have asked Mark, oh but he wouldn’t have given a shit.”

Mark rolled his eyes and aggressively threw up his arms.

“So what? Now you’re going to pout all fucking day because I made one joke?!”

(Y/n) actually wasn’t surprised by his outburst, in fact the (size) girl anticipated it.

“No, I’m trying to get a fucking point across! Because repetition is the only thing you see from me.” she scoffed.

Mark just clicked his tongue and stared at his twin intensely.

“That’s because I really couldn’t give less of a fuck what you say.”

“Yeah, I already know–” she began. At this point she had already had enough this. (Y/n)’s aim was to apologize now, but that sure wasn’t Mark’s.

“No, I mean I really don’t care. What you have to say means jackshit at the point, you aren’t actually valuable to any of my project’s whatsoever.” Mark spat “I’m honestly baffled why the hell you still live with me.”

That struck home immediately. Why was she living with him? Because… well this was what the two of them had worked for for a long time…

“…” (Y/n) stood there in silence.

Ethan took a second to stand up, his eyes already gone wide. He opened his mouth stiffly and said “I don’t think you should have said that.”

Mark’s knees felt as though they could give out at the calmest of movements. Before being able to actually say anything, the brunette opened and closed his mouth several times, looking between his sister and Ethan.

“(Y/n), oh my god… I’m…” he began, heartfelt hurting twisting his words.

“The sun is so bright…” came Tyler’s airy voice, entering the kitchen lazily.

He stretched backwards, and held in a yawn “Morning.”

The girl took this as any sort of cue to leave.

She stepped her way rigidly from the room. Mark could be heard yelling her name before Ethan called a loud “Wait!” but it wasn’t for (Y/n).

(Y/n) turned to face the stairs, staring up at them blankly.

She had made up her mind. Even in her dazed state, she knew for certain she did not want to be here of all places, right now.

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The girl had left. The house, I mean. She took her car from in front of the house and went away.

Of course she didn’t have any plans as to where she desired to go. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought she didn’t want to go anywhere at all.

So she drove and drove. And drove some more. Where (Y/n) ended up was half way across L.A, parked on the side of the road.

As she sat there breathing heavily, she was able to feel in her pocket, her phone vibrating. Not at all wanting to see any of the messages; she pulled it out against her better judgement.

- Loud blue boy: (Y/n)?

- Loud blue boy: I think you should come out of your room…

- Loud blue boy: wait r u even in your room??? :0

- Loud blue boy: Wait wait (Y/n) where are you?!

(Y/n)’s screen was lit up with messages from Ethan; they made her laugh a bit as she wiped at her eye.

The girl was happy she didn’t apply makeup this morning, noticing now that she had been crying most of the time she was driving.

A blunt sting cut through her upper chest. She didn’t want to be away from Ethan or Tyler. Especially not Mark. She had heard what Mark had said, but her mind wanted to know that he was lying. (Y/n) didn’t want to leave him…

“It’s been what, twenty minutes and I already miss them?” she mumbled softly.

Chancing her blurry eyes, (Y/n)’s gaze fell upon the digital clock in her car. It read in bright blue 4:58pm.

A quaint gasp bubbled from her throat, making (Y/n) sputter a bit in breath.

‘Six hours, what the hell.’ she thought.

Swiping furiously at her eyes once more, (Y/n) pulled off the side of the road and dealt out a most likely illegal U-turn. The youtuber began to go back the way she came, offering her silence a thick sigh.

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“I fucked up didn’t I?” Mark sniffed.

He was sat in the very middle of the kitchen, balling his eyes out, with a very not okay head.

“A little…” Tyler lulled. Tyler had been explained what had happened, and if he was honest, he was pretty disappointed in the two of them.

“Oh god, what if she never comes back?” Mark cries, heartbroken at the very thought “What if she just moves out and takes all her stuff with her and doesn’t say goodbye? Takes all her belongings, her memories.”

“I’m not sure that she would do that.” Ethan pats his back in an effort to console him.

Mark twists his head to look at the blue haired man and stares at him directly in the eyes.

“Ethan, I’m not ready to have her for once not take me.”

Now Ethan was the one heartbroken. He could see sufferable pain in Mark’s deep brown eyes.

“Hey, Mark, I believe that’s (Y/n)’s car pulling in…” Tyler spoke.

In an instant, the brunette had scrambled to his feet and with a deathly silence, watched the door.

Within a few seconds, it had opened quietly; softly. (Y/n)’s form slipped through the opening.

The current time was 11:23pm, from the moment that Mark saw (Y/n) in the doorway, to the second Mark had sprinted to her and snared her in a hug. The minute hand on the clock hadn’t even moved a millimeter between the two.

“Mark…” (Y/n)’s voice cracked. She wasn’t able to hug him back, or even close the door. Her twin had her arms confined under his own.

Mark also wasn’t able to say anything, it seems, other than ‘I’m sorry’ in repetition.

“Repetition, that’s all I ever hear from you.” (Y/n) laughed softly, sniffing a bit now and again.

The male raised his head to her words, showing her a sad, dopey smile. The stars in open night sky reflecting on his watery black eyes; making his sister smile back at him ten fold.


(A/n): Boi this is so long I hated editing it. I can’t frickin read today, lordy

Delirious (Tony X Daughter!Reader)

Character: Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Sickness


Request: Tony stark x daughter request? Where she’s sick with a really high fever and completely delirious and keeps saying crazy shit. As concerned as tony is he can’t help not to laugh at some of her antics so he takes video. When she’s better he shows her the video and they both share a laugh over it.

Originally posted by taylorannshazamm

“Y/N, time to get up.” Tony announced, opening the door and then leaving. This was usually enough to get you up.

He waited in the kitchen for about twenty minutes, and you had not emerged. He expected you to come out by now for something to eat and drink, or to hear your music playing, but he heard nothing. He went back into your room and saw you still in bed, not moving since he last saw you. “Y/N?” He asked coming over. Worry filled his mind as he knelt down. He put his hand around your wrist and felt for a pulse, and sighed with relief when he felt it. “Y/N, come on Hun.” He said, going to stroke your hair out your face, but paused and pressed his hand against your head when he felt how warm your skin was. “JARVIS call the school and tell them that she can’t come in today. Also call the Doctor.” He requested.

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Goggle (Small!Reader x Hamilsquad)

Words: 2700+

Warnings: Abuse, cursing

Request: Yo how about a fic that’s a reverse of your fic that the reader is from the past and put into the modern world as a smol and meet the modern!hamilsquad??? Idk

A/N: nope, but maybe small drabbles

You looked at the dandelions on your front lawn. They were fully bloomed, their seeds ready to be blown. You crouched down, picking one of them up. The wind picked up immediately, causing the seeds to be blown. Your heart dropped.

Your father would be angry. You quickly threw the stem down on the ground, trying to hide it between the grass. You heard footsteps behind you, and straightened up quickly. Turning around, you came face to face with your brother. He smirked, looking at the dirt on your dress.

“Oh, Pa will be angry.”

“Johnny, please, don’t tell him. Please, can we keep this between us?” He bit his lower lip, thinking. You looked at the lust in his eyes, and quickly regretted asking him for anything. You tried moving around him, but he followed your steps. “Johnny-”

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Breaking... Ch. 1

A/N: So this is my first fan fiction! I’m really excited to show it to anyone who’s willing to read it! I’d really like to thank @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit for giving me the the confidence to write this, thank you so much! Anyway This fic is going to be a series and honestly I’m still not entirely sure what ships I want to use so I guess it’ll be a surprise for everyone XD Ok I’ve rambled long enough, I hope you all enjoy :D

Word count: 3,894

Warnings: Gun use, blood, cursing (Sorry not sorry)

Breaking Laws

             You walked down the street with your close friend Anna. It was dark outside, the air surrounding you was thick and hot. Extreme weather in New York was never really nice for anyone but to you it wasn’t unpleasant. Anna couldn’t say the same however since she was wearing dark jeans and a T-shirt while you were sporting shorts and a tank top. Earlier in the day you had taken off your flannel and tied it to your waist–it was almost ninety degrees at that point and cotton was no friend to you. Anna continued to try and change the subject by complaining about the heat but you were being stubborn. “I swear on my life Anna, if you listen to this you will not be disappointed!” You exclaimed.

“I know you’re super, mega, ultra-obsessed with this play thing but we’ve talked about this hon. It’s just not my thing.” You pouted slightly at her answer.

“It’s not a play thing… It’s a fantastic representation of our history that is showcased in a hip-hop and rap music styling format…” She chuckled at your over exaggerated sadness and gave you a little shove.

“Ok I’ll make a deal with you, I’ll listen to three songs, whichever ones you want, if you help me with Algebra 3. That number junk just flies right over my head with Mrs.Gepson gone!” You couldn’t help but squeal slightly and happily agreed to the terms. You silently thanked the universe for core math classes and for the University’s uncanny habit of finding underwhelming substitute professors. The two of you continued to walk down the street and laugh at your own commentary on the way to your apartment building. The laughter didn’t last long though, you felt like you were being watched, you were still about 10 minutes away from your destination when Anna nudged your arm and whispered. “Do not turn around. This guy behind us has been on our tail for the last 3 blocks.” Her words were quiet but they were sharp and she looked like she was ready to pounce at any moment.

             Both of you instantly picked up the pace, not running but just walking with more vigor and purpose than before. The man behind us matched our pace, no he was actually catching up to us pretty fast. You turned your head as we started to run and saw him pull something out of his hoodie. Is that a gun? He yelled out to us, making us stop in our tracks, the intent of his words catching up quicker than he was.

“Stop running before I do something undesierable.” His voice was deep and coarse, like he’s been screaming all day. We both look at each other, out of breath and tired from the adrenaline high we just experienced. Putting our hands up in the air we slowly turned around, not wanting him to try and shoot at us. He was about seven feet away from us at this point and still making small steps toward us as he spoke once more.

“Empty your pockets.” He ordered. We did as he asked, dropping our phones to the ground first we reached into our pockets and pulled out all the money we had on us. Anna had a twenty and three ones, you had three tens and a five on you. Looking at the money on the ground the man scoffed.

“You little girls shitting me right now? No way in hell that’s all you’ve got!” His voice sent chills up my spine, Anna was the first to speak up to him.

“That really is all we have… We just came back from friend’s and we weren’t exactly planning on going to Tiffany’s today…” Her tone was a combination of anger and fear; it was certainly not one you’ve ever heard her use before. The man gripped the gun tighter, a low growl erupting from his throat. Quickly he shifted the gun’s position toward Anna, her eyes widened and her voice got caught in her throat.

“Excuse me?! Wanna say that again?” He yelled. You couldn’t even think about what you were doing before you side-stepped in front of her, the gun now directly aimed at you. Forcing yourself to speak, you voice cracked slightly from the storm of emotions mulling in your body.

“Let’s try and be rational here… Just lower the gun, we don’t need to be too drastic right?” He didn’t seem to care about keeping a level head in the situation. His gaze never left you as he stepped closer once more, the muzzle of the gun only about two feet away from you.

“I’ll lower the damn gun when you give me the rest that you have!” He bellowed, his eyes unwavering, they were such a cold shade of blue. They felt like they were stabbing you by just looking at you. You kept your voice low but you knew he would hear you, there was no other way to do this.

“Anna run. Don’t look back, just keep running. I’ll take care of this.” She tried to refuse, she really did. But you both knew that if she stayed there wouldn’t be any chance of either of you getting away. She began to take a few steps backwards before turning around into a complete sprint. You could see the anger pulsating in his eyes, there wasn’t even a moment of hesitation before he pulled the trigger.

             It was an odd sensation; you could feel the pressure in the air that pushed towards you as the bullet exited the chamber. You could feel the blunt puncturing of your skin as the round bullet burrowed into your skin, on the right side of your forehead. You could feel your skull crack from the contact. Everything was painful, it was burning and reverberating. You heard a scream and then you felt yourself falling, but you didn’t hit the concrete of the dirty city street like you expected to. No, you kept falling, at first there was no color, just white, moving white. Everything looked like silk, swirling and twisting around your body. But the soft tangles of the silk soon turned to the same intense shade of blue that that man held in his stare. Everything turned into electricity—you watched as your hair started to frizz out into a halo around your head—but you couldn’t feel anything. You were numb as your eyes finally shut.

             You felt your eyes burn as sun shined onto your eyelids. With a soft groan you shifted over slightly, the ground was hard and warm. God my head is killing me. As you sat up every muscle in your body seemed to screech. Reaching up you touched the side of your forehead and winced, feeling a sudden sting wave through your brain. You finally opened your eyes and looked down at your hand, watching as the blood slid across your fingers and into your palm. Blood glided down your cheek and some small droplets clotted in your eyebrow. Your head felt like it was about to explode as the memories rushed back to you. The man, the gun, the scream. Your hand instantly went back to the spot on your head where the blood was coming from, there wasn’t any hole or anything. What the hell is going on? Looking up you saw that you were sitting under a lamp post. A dirt path stretched out underneath your body, making your legs dirty. Hooking your arm around the lamp post you used it to help you stand up, you gripped it tightly as your mind suddenly felt clouded. It was incredibly bright outside so you had to squint to look down the paths. In the distance you could make out what seemed to be a yellow house.

             Only the sound of the dirt shifting under your weight kept you awake long enough to approach the building, it seemed to grow in size the closer you came to it. Your eyes fluttered open and shut, your mind wanting nothing more than to shut down. Staggering up the solid steps your legs gave out, you had to use your arms to pull yourself to the door. Your breath was short and sharp, your chest felt like it was going to collapse. Hell, your entire body seemed to feel like it was being pulled apart in every direction possible. With a clenched and bloody fist you banged on the wooden door as hard as you could. You’re almost there Y/N, just stay awake. Your body slumped over as the door opened, your eyes focused on the off white fabric that now stood where the door once was. It was a woman, she knelt down beside you and her voice was laced with concern.

“Dear Lord, child are you alright?” Your eyelids slammed down into each other once more as another wave of pain crashed into you.

“Help me, help…” And suddenly you were out once more.

             The second time you woke up was much more pleasant, at the very least it wasn’t painful. Instead of hard dirt you were laying on some sort of cushion, it was so soft it almost seemed like it was a giant throw pillow. You opened your eyes and saw the woman from earlier stare back at you. This time around you could actually make out the details of her face. Her skin had an olive like coloring to it, very faint laugh lines crossed past her green eyes, a few long strands of brown hair fell out from under the white handkerchief that was wrapped around her head.

“I see that you are finally awake, child.” Her voice was soft. Child? She couldn’t be that much older than me.

“Hello.” Your voice felt a little strained but managed to at least say that. She smiled at you.

“If you are feeling well enough to stand I would like to ask you allow me to help you dress.” You nodded and slowly pushed yourself up from the bed you had been laying on.

“May I ask what your name is Miss?”

“Y/N L/N, what’s your name?” You finally took notice of what she was wearing. The long white fabric had a few red stains on it, that was probably from you. But that wasn’t what was so surprising, it was just the style of it that looked odd to you. The skirt flowed down and brushed against the floor, the top almost looked like it was in two pieces. As she turned around you could see the lacing in the back, it was almost like a corset but nowhere near as tight as the models you’ve seen. Not only that but it looks like it’s made of fabric, not metal or anything like that. She cocked her head to the side as she picked up some things in front of her.

“Rachel, Rachel Spencer.”

“That’s a really pretty name… So um Rachel, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course Miss L/N, what’s your question?” She turned back towards you, holding a small pile of cloth in her arms.

“Where exactly am I?” You questioned. She looked at you incredulously.

“Oh dear, you’re in New York.” She smiled at the words.

“No, I get that, I’m from New York. I mean where am I, like why am I not in a hospital?” She seemed to be even more confused than she was before.

“A hospital? Do you mean for all that blood? Don’t worry Miss L/N it was only a bruise when I washed away the blood.”

“Then… What exactly is this place?” You asked as your gaze slid across the room you were in; it was small but it felt homely.

“Why Miss L/N, you’re standing in the Hamilton residence, to be more specific you’re in my living quarters.” Before you could actually question her more about the matter she set the pile down on the bed behind you and clapped her hands together.

“Now please undress so that I can help you into some more proper clothes. I know what I have isn’t very nice but it’ll at least cover you up.” Your eyes widened at her words.


“Yes, why is that- Oh I see, you must be shy. Very well, I’ll turn around as you undress and you put the shift on. I shall turn back around and help you with the other pieces once you are done.” She had already taken a step back and turned around before you could protest. Heaving a sigh, you made quick work of getting out of your shorts and tank before examining the cloth on the very top of the pile. Not much different than a really long night dress I suppose. You pulled the material over your head, luckily it wasn’t that off in size.

“Okay, you can turn back around now Rachel.” You were still really confused about what was happening. Where were you exactly? Some sort of colonial reenactment? Or perhaps somehow you got dropped off into some Amish territory? That would actually explain why they didn’t call for an ambulance. Rachel turned back around to you and quickly put the rest of the pieces on you. The two of you looked very similar now in terms of clothing, the only really noticeable difference was that her bodice was white and yours was blue. Suddenly the actions of this woman were flooding over you. She helped you, cleaned you up and now was helping you to blend in. The world always needs kindness like hers.

“Thank you so much Rachel, I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t had helped me when you did.” You spoke like a child thanking a parent for teaching them how to tie their shoes. Speaking of shoes, Rachel had just pulled out a pair of dark boots and was motioning for you to sit so she could help you put them on.

“No need to thank me child, if there was anyone you should be thanking it would be Lady Betsy. She heard me cry out and came to see what all the commotion was about and found you lying in my arms. She truly is the kindest woman I have ever met; the moment her eyes fell on you she ran around trying to find anything that might help you.” A soft smile graced her lips as she spoke, all the while she was sliding and buttoning the shoes to your feet.

“She must be amazing judging by how much you praise her.” You stood up once she was done and silently thanked her for the help.

“She is, now come with me. Lady Betsy would actually like to speak with you.” She hopped up off the ground a led you outside the room. The corridors she led you down were narrow and plain at first but the further you traversed the wider they became. Before you knew it you were walking down grandiose white walls with gold embellishing the linings. Eventually the two of you stopped in front of a pair of double doors and Rachel gave one small knock.

“Come in.” A woman’s voice called from inside. Rachel opened the doors escorted you inside the room. The walls were lined with bookshelves; it was almost like a personal library. There was a large wooden desk at the end of the room, someone was standing in front of it. From the back all you could see was a big, blue gown with white and gold accents, part of her long, dark hair was pulled back but the rest spilled down flat against her back. She finally turned around and faced the two of us, her eyes were dark and gentle as she smiled worriedly at us.

“Hello dear, I’m glad to see that you are finally awake. You gave us all quite a fright when you showed up the way you did.” The woman spoke softly, at this point you were able to guess that this must be Betsy.

“Hello Mrs. Hamilton, forgive me for interrupting you but I would like to introduce you to our unexpected guest.” Rachel said as she gave a small curtsey, she then motioned for you to take a step closer. You did so and followed Rachel’s example by curtseying as well.

“Hi, um, sorry for showing up the way I did… My name is Y/N, nice to meet you.” She furrowed her eyebrows for a moment.

“No need to apologize Miss Y/N, I am Elizabeth Hamilton, but most people call me Eliza.” Eliza Hamilton, isn’t that ironic. You smiled up at her, she actually oddly looked familiar.

“Thank you for all of your help, Eliza. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you and Rachel hadn’t helped me when you did.”

“It is no trouble, dear. If you do not mind I would like to talk with you more on your situation once my husband returns.” She spoke like an experienced mother, it was comforting.

“Is Mr. Hamilton scheduled to arrive back at his usual time, Mrs. Hamilton?” Rachel asked.

“Yes, it is almost time for supper so he should not be too far away. Would you like to join us for dinner Y/N? It would give us ample opportunity to discuss what comes next.” Eliza went behind the desk and took a seat, holding her hands in her lap. At first you were caught a little off guard but you ended up agreeing. Eliza and Rachel’s eyes lit up at your answer.

“Wonderful! Until then you can rest in here, my husband won’t mind us occupying his study while he’s out. Take a seat, Rachel could read to you if you’d like as well.” She beamed happily. Read to me? Oh, they probably think I have a concussion or something.

“That’s very kind of you Eliza but I’m just fine! I can read on my own.” You reassured her. The other two women were taken aback by your comment.

“Oh, so you’re an educated woman? Forgive me, I didn’t realize.” Eliza apologized but the tone in her voice made her seem more questioning. Did I say something weird? I could see maybe if they thought I was homeless but I don’t know what education has to do with that. You decided it was best not to question her on the statement, she probably didn’t mean for it to sound the way she had. Rachel excused herself, she said she had to go help ‘Angie’ with her work.

             You paced back and forth, your fingertips gliding across the rows of book spines as you examined the titles. Whoever Eliza’s husband is, he really likes Shakespeare. You eventually plucked out A Mid-Summer Night’s Dream, you’d be lying if you said that it wasn’t a personal favorite of yours. You always felt that you related to Helena the most out of all the characters. Taking the book, you sat down on a nearby couch. You fussed around with your dress for a few minutes so that you sit ‘Crisscross applesauce’ style underneath the layers of fabric, most of it hanging over the cushions. You had just gotten to Titania and Oberon’s confrontation when a young girl, maybe around 12 or 13 years old, came skipping into the room. Her dress wasn’t quite as big as Eliza’s, it was more…fluffy than bulky, the light purple color popped against her tan skin. Her hair was pulled into a pair of pigtail braids.

“Mama! Mama! Daddy’s home, it’s time for dinner!” She exclaimed before she finally took notice of my presence. “Who’s this Mama?” She asked, she must be Eliza’s daughter.

“Angie sweetie, this is Miss Y/N. She will be joining us for dinner.” Eliza explained as she stood up from the desk and stood next to the now identified ‘Angie’ from earlier. She gave the girl a small pat on the back and motioned for her follow as she walked off toward the door. You put the book down next to you, Angie took notice of the cover and skipped toward you excitedly, grabbing your hand to help you stand up.

“Daddy will be very excited to meet you, he loves Shakespeare!” She giggled and linked your arm with her own.

“I noticed.” You chuckled and allowed her to guide you out the door. Eliza gave a small laugh at the sight and continued to walk by your side. Your trio made your way through some more of the beautifully designed hallways, the sound of chatter becoming louder as you approached an archway that lead you into a large, open room. You recognized the door at the far end, this must be main room and that must be the front door you were slumped against not so long ago. Your gaze then fell onto a man; he wore a dark green coat with a matching pant. You could tell that the clothing was meant to be from the same era as everyone else’s, the pants stopped at his knees and a pair of long socks covered his shins. He was looking down at two young boys with mischievous grins on their faces.

“Daddy! Daddy! Look!” Angie ran up to the man, he must be Eliza’s husband. The man turned around with a wide smile stretched across his face. He quickly ran his fingers through his dark hair to push it out of his face before wrapping his arms around Angie.

“My sunshine girl! I missed you even more today than I did the last!” He said happily. Why does he look so familiar? He kissed Angie’s nose and released her, turning his attention to Eliza.

“My love, how was your day?” He asked as he made his way over to Eliza and gave her a kiss on the cheek. His eyes clouded with curiosity as he took notice of you standing next to his wife. “And who is this young lady?” He questioned, Eliza’s voice lowered slightly. Angie came bounding toward her father.

“That’s what I wanted you to see Daddy, she likes Shakespeare too!” She smiled.

“Is that right?” He spoke, sounding slightly impressed.

“Her name is Y/N, Rachel found her on our door step, bleeding from the side of her head…” She leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Poor girl, she was practically naked, I wanted to wait till you came home before we asked her any questions.” She pulled away and his eyes softened. Looking back over at you, he stepped back and gave you a small bow.

“Well it is a pleasure to have you in our home Miss Y/N, perhaps we could discuss literature over supper? Pardon, you must forgive me, I haven’t introduced myself yet. My name is Alexander Hamilton.” Your eyes widened as the name washed over your thoughts.

Alexander Hamilton, Eliza Hamilton?

             There was no way but you couldn’t shake this feeling in the pit of your stomach that begged you to ask something, anything that could prove the growing thought in your head wrong.

“Forgive me sir, but um, may I ask what you do? For work I mean…” He seemed confused for a moment but answered you nonetheless.

“I work up in the city as the Treasury Secretary under President Washington.” He said simply.


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bullets; waking up to Shawn for the first time (Shawn and Zoe edition)

Not bullets, but blurb

The first thing I was aware of as I arrived back into consciousness was that I was definitely not in my bed. The surface under my legs was plushy, but the one against my side was firm, warm, and moving slightly. I attempted to open my eyes but that proved to be a difficult task as my eyelashes seemed to be glued together from my mascara and accumulated eye crust. I groaned, reaching a hand up to rub them, effectively helping me open them.

The sky was lightening, signaling that the sun was about to rise within the next thirty minutes or so. My eyes protested at being opened, forcing me to blink several times to try and relieve the dryness of my contact lenses that seemed to fuse themselves to my eyeballs.

I sat up a bit, groaning again at my achy muscles that had been curled up into a ball most of the night. The firm surface that my torso had been against also moved, and I looked over to see Shawn, starting to stir from my movements. I was now wide awake, biting my lip as his eyes opened. He looked over at me, a small smile playing on his face.

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Stupid Little Thing

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Warning: Angst, swearing

A/n: Just a little something I was working on when it was raining heavily here. I hope you enjoy it!


Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

It was raining. It usually was raining around exam time, and that’s something you’ve noticed over the last two years in University. Anytime the whole student body started to panic about exams, it started to rain, and it rained for days upon end, no sign of the sun splitting the stones anytime soon.

The library was filled with students from all different courses, but all doing the same thing; cramming. It was nearing nine in the evening, when you decided that was it; you had enough, you packed away your laptop and the three textbooks that you purchased over a year ago into your bag. The person sitting beside you left about twenty minutes ago, but his laptop and books were still there. You picked up your purple hoodie resting on the floor, throwing it on and zipping it up, loving the feeling of how baggy it felt.

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“Capturing Her Damaged Heart”

Part of my submission for nalu week. Prompt: Tattoo (Day Six)

Rated M. See chapter 1 for list of warnings. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

Summary: A deadly disease plagues the world. People are dying, the dead are rising. The infection spreads too fast to stop. Everyone tries their best to survive in this post-apocalyptic world, but things get messy for Natsu when he finds a blonde woman on one of his missions. Natsu takes it upon himself to help her, protect her, and accidentally fall in love with her? Zombie Apocalypse AU. Hurt/comfort, angst, romance.

Read Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Read on FF.net or AO3.

*This chapter starts with a flashback.

Chapter Eight: Tattoo

(June 30th, 2017. Friday Morning)

Natsu woke up before the sun rose. With his mind only half-functioning, he loaded his bags and fishing poles into the bed of his truck, using a tow strap to keep them in place. He set a bag of snacks on the floorboard of the passenger seat while placing his desperately needed energy drink in the center console.

Igneel woke up just in time to see Natsu popping a motion sickness pill. When he drove, he wasn’t nearly as sick, but the pills helped settle his stomach.

“Did you remember to get gas?” Igneel asked while Natsu struggled to get Happy into his cat carrier.

“Huh? Oh yeah,” he answered, not registering his father’s question. “Come on, Happy! It’s just until we get there!”

The stubborn cat clawed at Natsu’s arms until he was able to finally push him into the carrier. “There you go,” Natsu said, ignoring Happy’s low growl. “Oh shush. It’s not that bad.”

He had a dog’s carrier for his cat to give him a little more room, but apparently that wasn’t enough for his spoiled feline.

“Did you remember the flea collar?” Igneel asked, holding the unopened package in his hand, a teasing grin on his face.

Natsu glanced around, pouting when he realized he forgot where he put it. “No… I swear I put it on my-” He finally turned to his dad, giving him a sour look before snatching the collar from him. “Thanks.”

“It was in the bathroom, by the way,” Igneel said with a chuckle. He headed to the kitchen to make himself some coffee before work. “Are you gonna take lots of pictures?!”

“Of course!” Natsu yelled back before turning his attention to Happy again. He had difficulties getting the flea collar on Happy without letting the feline escape from his carrier. “I had to transfer my pictures off my phone to make room for new ones though!”

“Why’d you do that?” Igneel asked, coming back to the living room with a cup of coffee. “Is your memory card getting full?”

Natsu shook his head. “Not anymore. I put over a thousand pictures and videos on my computer the other day to make more room. I don’t even know why I had so many.”

“Because you’re a hoarder,” Igneel teased, earning a low growl from his son.

“Anyways, my phone was almost full, so I had to transfer them over.”

Igneel took a long sip of his drink before asking, “Why don’t you just delete all those shows you illegally downloaded?”

Natsu scoffed as he looked at his dad. “Don’t say it like you aren’t downloading shit either! Who was askin’ me to download the last season of ‘Breaking Bad’ last week?”

“Fair enough.”

The two men laughed before Natsu explained. “I wanna kept my shows and movies in case I can’t fall asleep right away. Plus,” he started, a faint blush tinting his cheeks, “Erza and Jellal are gonna be there. If it’s anything like last year, I don’t wanna end up… hearing them at night.”

Igneel barked out a laugh as he nodded. “Guess that makes sense.”

Natsu stood up, looking through his bedroom and the living room before going to the front door. “I think I got everything.”

“Stay safe while you’re out there,” Igneel said, giving his son a hug. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

“See you then!” Natsu returned the hug before grabbing Happy’s carrier.

Igneel got the door for him. “Call me when you get there! Have fun!”

“Okay, and you know we will!” Natsu’s large grin left no room for doubts. He was going to enjoy this camping trip.

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Fire and Ice (Jughead Jones x Reader) Part 1

Request: Removed because spoilers.

Summary: Mutants have just been introduced into the world and people still aren’t sure what to make of them. Y/n finds themselves as one of these dangerous mutants, but they can’t control anything they do. With their power slowly growing it’s become harder to control, and the people of Riverdale start to notice. Desperate, they turn to their closest friend, Jughead Jones. As their power manifests so does something between them and Jughead.

Crossover: X-Men x Riverdale

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Rating: T/Fluff

Warnings: Mild swearing

Reader’s Powers: Pyrotechnics (fiyah)

Part Two Part Three

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Comfort (Bucky x Reader)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,838

Genre: Comfort/Fluff

Warning(s): None (I think)

Summary:  On her way back to the Tower the reader is involved in a car crash that puts them in the hospital. The crash brings up some unhappy memories from the reader’s past, but luckily Bucky is there to comfort you and bring you your favorite flowers and candy. (If you don’t like candy/flowers just pretend you do for the sake of the story).

A/N: Prompt adapted from an idea by Tealsong from Wattpad. So, this is my first one-shot ever. Sorry if it’s shitty. I’ll work on that. I was up till two in the morning last night finishing it (oops). I kinda lost track of time. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Also, requests are open!

(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/F/C) = Your Favorite Candy

(Y/S/C) = Your Skin Color

“Miss (Y/N),” F.R.I.D.A.Y. said over the speakers in your car.

Tony had hooked her up because you liked to have Siri read your texts out to you whenever you were driving so you didn’t have to take your hands off the wheel. When Tony learned about that he offered (insisted) to put F.R.I.D.A.Y into your phone so she could read them for you instead. For some unknown reason to you, Tony had a grudge against anything Apple related. When you asked him about it he merely shrugged it off and said it was a long story.

“Yes, F.R.I.D.A.Y?” You addressed the A.I.

“You have a text from ShareBear. Would you like me to read it for you?”

You grinned at you contact name for Sharon. “Yes please.”

“Miss Carter wrote: ‘Me along with the rest of the team excluding you and Barnes have been called away for a mission and won’t be back for a few days.’ She then followed it with a winky emoticon.” F.R.I.D.A.Y informed you.

You had told Sharon about your small (big) crush on Bucky and ever since then, she had been trying to get you two together.

“Please text her back: ‘You can take that winky emoji and shove it where the sun don’t shine.’”

“Yes, Miss (Y/N).”

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Going Camping {BTS Scenarios}

Jezus this took a long time to write

Also you can see the reactions getting longer as I got into it

Also the scenarios don’t suck as bad as my author notes promise


Kim Seokjin (Jin)

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Jin wouldn’t be such a fan of the idea of camping at first, but when he saw how excited you were, he quickly gave in.
The two of you bought a huge, comfortable tent and booked a camping near a small village.
Your days spent on your vacation consisted of going shopping in the small villages around your campsite and eating local foods.
If you went camping in another country there would be a lot of awkward moments while trying to communicate with the locals; one of you would be trying to order or ask something while the other would try to stifle their laugh and be encouraging.

Min Yoongi (Suga)

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

Suga would be really excited. A break was much needed, and what better way to spend it than with his girlfriend?
You booked a small campsite in the woods. You set up a tent with some much pillows inside that there wasn’t a spot on the floor that wasn’t covered with one.
You also placed a small table and a music player outside, and the evenings consisted of playing games, listening to music and dancing.
The mornings were pretty much spent sleeping, but in the afternoons you’d do stuff like climbing in special parks. You’d go down zip lines while making strange faces while he was taking pictures and the other way around.
At night you’d both be exhausted and sleep in again.

Jung Hoseok (J-Hope)

Originally posted by jaayhope

Like Jin, Hoseok wouldn’t be too sure about your idea, but while you were planning your trip, he’d get more and more into it.
When the day of your trip came, you were both really excited.
 You took the train to the destination. Of course, you could’ve taken a plane but ‘it was just more fun this way’. The train ride took about five hours and you spent your time cuddled up in a compartment while going over your plans.
 When you arrived at the campsite at night you set your tent up and fell asleep next to each other, exhausted from the long train ride.
The next morning you went to the little restaurant in the campsite and socialized with some other campers. They told you about some fun activities in the area and by noon, the two of you had a small bucket list for the coming days.
Apart from a lot of freak outs caused by ‘terrifying’ bugs in your tent, you had a great time together.

Kim Namjoon (Rap Monster)

Originally posted by ksjknj

He’d be so into this idea. The moment you asked if you could go camping, he started planning. Buying a tent, booking a campsite, looking up activities in the area.
When the day of your long-anticipated trip finally came, you arrived early in the morning. You’d have more time to do stuff that way.
The trouble began when you had to set your tent up. With the both of you being very clumsy and disorganized, setting your tent up and getting it ready to sleep in took over three hours.
When you were finally finished you decided to take a little break before continuing with the rest of the activities you had planned for the day.
The little break turned out to be a much needed but very long nap and you woke up late at night.
Deciding that it was best to just stay at the campsite and wait for the sun to come up again, you made a fire and sat around that for the rest of the night.

Park Jimin (Jimin)

Originally posted by bwipsul

When you asked Jimin if the two of you could go camping, he was really excited.
You planned your trip and a few days later you were sat on the ground next to your tent.
With Jimin’s help, you had decorated the tent with fairy lights and a hell of a lot of pillows. It looked like a huge fort, the only difference being that there was a sky full of stars above your heads.
Your evening consisted of taking cute and weird pictures of each other and admiring the stars. When you eventually went to bed you cuddled and talked for several more hours, until the two of you were so tired you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Kim Taehyung (V)

Originally posted by sgfgdolans

I think out of all the members, Taehyung would be the most excited about this. Before going, he told everyone he knew where he was going and how much the two of you would enjoy it.
Upon arriving the two of you would try and make your tent look as cute as possible. After like two hours of being on the campsite, you’d get bored and try to find something fun to do.
The second day of being there was a little scary, as you hadn’t paid much attention to the paths you’d be following while hiking. With the two of you being deadly afraid of heights, having to walk over tiny pathway next to a cliff.. It was traumatizing, to say the least.
The remaining days were spent doing stuff a little closer to the ground. You went to a trampoline park and visited a zoo.
The both of you can’t cook for shit so you depended on restaurants to get your dinners.  
The trip was the best time both of you had in a long time, with the both of you getting to be really affectionate without any of the members whistling at you or making fun of you.

Jeon Jungkook (Jungkook)

Originally posted by kpop631

Jungkook would act all cool about going camping. He’d want to show you that he was an expert at it, when in fact, it was actually his first time. You figured that out the moment he tried to pack his entire wardrobe, but you decided to just let him be.
You did most of the planning as he was really busy,  but he was very involved anyway. You let him help you pick the tent and campsite.
When you finally arrived, you watched in amusement as he tried to set the tent up. It was a game you were playing; you wanted to see when he’d break and confess his lie about having camped before, he tried to convince you that he really had.
After twenty minutes of struggling with the tent, Junkook decided it’d be less humiliating to just confess instead of continuing this. You just laughed him off and flicked his forehead. He let his head hang in embarrassment, and you lifted his chin and kissed him lightly. You set the tent up in a few minutes, as it was the easiest thing ever when you knew how it was done.
By this time, it had already started to become dark, and the two of you decided to take some pictures in the woods. You spent about half an hour in between the trees while posing and messing around. When it got too dark, you got back to your tent and made a fire. You sat around it and just talked and talked while cuddling up to each other. When the sun started to rise you decided to just sleep during the day, which completely messed your sleeping pattern up for the rest of your vacation, you two being awake during the night and going to bed when the sun rose. It was fun though, and while you couldn’t do any activities, just being together was more than enough.

If you could spare a few seconds of your time to give this a note I would appreciate you ‘til the and of my days

Ashton Irwin: Erotica

Pairing: Ashton and Y/N

Word Count: 4.8k+

Rating: Smut

Requested: Nope!

So pretty much you catch virgin Ashton reading erotica, whoops. 


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u will be able to see the world in full color once you meet your soulmate but until then, you can only see the world in the eye color of your soulmate. however, you can alter the color your soulmate can see, by wearing contact lenses. if you wear blue contact lenses, your soulmate sees the world in blue, purple makes them see the world in purple, etc. you realize each day/week you get to see the world in a different color because your soulmate is being all cute (daejae ofc) -daejae trash anon


Youngjae woke up to a new sky, bright and clear in a color unlike any he had seen before. Despite his grogginess, a sort of excitement filled him as he looked about his room at the colors he had not known were there. His walls were a softer version of this clear-feeling color. His jeans, he found were more solid, but still the same.

He met his friend, Junhong, at the other’s dorm down the hall. “Wanna get breakfast before class?” Youngjae asked the yawning boy.

“I don’t have class, remember?” Junhong yawned. “I specifically scheduled my courses so I could have Fridays off.” He padded back into his room with sleepy steps, not even bothering to close the door behind him.

“It’s Wednesday.” Youngjae told him.

“Shit!” Junhong shouted, rolling out of bed and smashing his elbow on the way down. Two minutes later, he was following Youngjae down to the dining hall. “I only have twenty minutes to eat.” Junhong said, “and that’s if I run to class and accept that I’m going to be ten minutes late.”

“So you really have ten minutes to eat, but you just don’t care about class enough to show up on time.” Youngjae replied.

“The Science of Soulmates 201?” Junhong replied. “It’s a joke class, Youngjae. If it weren’t a requirement for the bio major, no one would take it. Literally all we’ve learned in the past two months is that soulmates see the world in each other’s eye colors until they meet, then everything goes full color. Five-year-olds could tell you that. He literally only introduced the contact lenses thing last week.”

“My soulmate is wearing them today,” Youngjae said.

“What?” Junhong asked, “are you sure?”

“Yeah, usually I see things in brown, but today it’s different. The color of the sky, jeans, your backpack, that’s what I’m seeing today.”

“You should find one of the color charts online to figure out what color it is.” Junhong answered. “I’ve never seen anything but brown either.”

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The Recruit - Mitch Rapp (Part 2)

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Stan Hurley, & Reader

Warnings: Some violence, sort of, slow burn (does that need to be a warning?).

A.N.: I had been posting these on AO3 for a while but then stumbled upon the little Teen Wolf/Stiles/DOB/Mitch Rapp community here and really appreciate it so much more. I have been quietly sitting back and reading basically every bit of fan fiction for a few weeks now that I can find pertaining to the stuff mentioned above, and I finally decided to throw my hat into the ring. I get so much joy from everyone else’s work and I just really hope you can all get the same out of this. I thought I’d start with Mitch because the Teen Wolf/Stiles stuff is so good and I’m intimidated and I want to just dip a toe in first. :D

Summary: Mitch’s fiancee, Katrina, was brutally murdered in a terrorist attack a year and a half ago. He had been hunting the perpetrators by himself for over a year, but finally came across the radar of Irene Kennedy, the Director of the CIA. She sends him to Stan Hurley to be properly trained at becoming a covert assassin on behalf of the American government. When he agreed to all of this, he never expected to meet Y/N.

Chapter Summary: Mitch begins his training with a lesson in tracking people. He ends up getting to know Y/N better and begins opening up himself.

Originally posted by ninja-stiles

He pulled a pair of black, tinted safety goggles off the table and raised them over his eyes. Everyone at the gun range paused, and watched Mitch take an AK-47 off the table behind him and begin checking and loading it, wanting to see what the new recruit had to offer in terms of marksmanship. 

You noticed a white cotton t-shirt sticking out slightly from under both ends of his dark gray, chunky sweater. You noted him wearing a darker pair of jeans than the ones he had on yesterday, and then you realized that you were more focused on how his hair still looked good under his protective headphones, than what he was about to do with the high powered weapon. You heard the automatic rifle go off in small spurts and watched as he hit dead on for his target and the four guy’s next to his targets. The men murmured around the gun range, and then went back to their own shooting.

You picked up your Desert Eagle .50 Caliber Handgun and aimed it at his target, from seven rows away. He didn’t notice where your gun was pointed, as he aimed a Glock at the head on his target sheet. Before he could press his finger against the trigger, his target sheet moved. He looked up and saw a new hole, square between the eyes. He looked behind him and saw Stan grinning and leaning against the equipment table. He leaned over the other way and saw you put down your gun and glasses on the table, and raise your eyebrows at him.

“Can’t ever let them get big heads, can you Y/N?” Stan said as you walked towards the exit. You shrugged. Stan patted you on the back as you walked out of target practice. Mitch went back to shooting until the exercise was over.

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Life Doesn’t Hesitate

A/N: Part two of “Stuck to this Corner Like a Streetlight!” I loved writing this one, so I hope you enjoy reading it just as much. With that being said, I present to you, “Life Doesn’t Hesitate!” And before you say it, I KNOW THE LYRIC IS “LIFE DOESN’T DISCRIMINATE” BUT I “LIFE DOESN’T HESITATE” SOUNDS SO MUCH BETTER AND IT FITS THIS BETTER.

Pairing: Lin x reader

Summary: You bake cupcakes for Lin’s opening nights and he gives you tickets to the show. It’s enough until it isn’t.

Warnings: sadness, cursing, angst

Tagged: @congratsonhamlet @icetitan245 @plamspringsdancingontables @mcuiimagines @itsjaynebird @butlinislin @ahhhhamilton @tailored-shirt-tails @ohhothamthisismyjam @xomullenxo @hell-yes-puns-and-ships @fueled-by-space @always-blame-jefferson

Masterlist | Request! | Part 1

July 29, 2015
“So,” Lin began, snapping you out of your daze. “can you do it?”

You looked down at the soft, velvet box in his hand then at the bright, optimistic smile on his face. You wanted to cry.

“Of course!” you told him with fake enthusiasm. “When were you thinking of proposing?”

“Sunday over dinner,” he told you, “I have it all planned out! I’m going to get us a private table at her favorite restaurant with dimmed lights and candles. Then, when she wants to order dessert, I’m gonna make up some excuse and tell her I want to save money or something. Then, I’m going to give her the cupcake and BAM! RING!”

You giggled at his enthusiasm; he’s just so damn cute when he’s excited.

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Closer (Zoro x Reader) Soulmate AU


Word Count: 2350


You felt soft sunlight on your eyelids, filtered through cheap motel curtains. The smell of freshly made instant coffee—bitter but welcome nevertheless—roused you from sleep, though it was still not enough to mask the scent of the cigarette smoke that permeated the very walls of the place. But you didn’t mind. As far as mornings in motel rooms went, this was pretty close to perfect. Especially when said coffee was being brought to you by a half-naked man in grey sweats that left little to the imagination.

He set the coffee down on the stained nightstand, running one hand through still-damp green hair. You smiled sleepily up at him.

“Mmm, good morning,” you said.

“Morning,” he grinned back.

You sat up and stretched, sighing appreciatively as your joints popped. “What time is it?”

“Just after nine. We got plenty of time.”

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Bull Gets A Shave

Because of this. I also wanted to try writing in past-tense again. And I wanted some giggly, corny OTP. Even Kimani is goofy sometimes xD

Bull just wanted to look nice for the opera. That’s all he wanted.

Generally he kept his beard low, managed to shape up the sides so they matched every once in a while, but other than that he left his face alone. Not much he could do about it anyway, but at the very least he could keep himself from looking like Blackwall; Blackwall’s beard had a personality. If pressed, Blackwall’s beard could probably speak.

He hadn’t done much to himself since coming to Val Royeaux; before whisking Kimani away to the spa Vivienne had mentioned he might visit a barber she knew, passing along his information and suggesting he ask Philippe for a “woody” aftershave, whatever that meant. So he went, and Philippe was nice, even nicer when Bull dropped Ma’am’s name. He set Bull up with a ton of pillows on the floor since Bull couldn’t fit anywhere else. The man got to shaving and Bull wasn’t thinking, just liked the feel of the shaving cream and the blade on his cheeks. He wasn’t thinking about the last time he’d been clean-shaven; shit, it’d been years. Ten, maybe fifteen; he had to have been in his early twenties the last time he had a butt-naked face, and Bull was closer to forty than anything else

When Philippe handed him the mirror, Bull snorted. He definitely didn’t look like Blackwall.

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Not What They Seem (Part 2!!)

Part 1: link

Originally posted by sprayberrypack1998

Alex’s POV (potential trigger warning??)

I watched as she turned on her heel, sniffling quietly as she gathered her things and left the bathroom, stopping only to shoot a scathing glare at me. I returned one with equal force, wavering slightly as a tear dripped down her cheek and she shoved the bathroom door open, letting it slam behind her.

“Fuck!” I growled to myself, slamming my hands down on the sink, letting my head hang down. I closed my eyes, grit my teeth and looked up slowly into the mirror. The face that was staring back at me wasn’t one I knew. And that scared me. Ever since the Hannah tapes had come out, a little voice was constantly pounding at the back of my head. It’s your fault you did it you could’ve stopped it you could’ve stopped her it’s your fault- I groaned again, cutting the voice off. The last week had been tough. I had watched myself shrink, watched myself shut everyone out, watched the sane part of me get pushed down until it was just a smaller voice battling with the louder one, telling me to keep pushing on, that Hannah did it herself, that while I may have been a factor, I wasn’t the only one but she was the one who actually did it. But that little voice got smaller as every second passed, receding until it only was appearing once or twice a day.

The face that looked back at me was paler than usual, bloodstained, and already turning blue and purple. My eyes had lost some of the shine they usually had, and instead were a dull, glassy muted gray. I sniffed once again, using my sleeve to wipe my eyes. Glancing downwards, I noticed that my nose was bleeding again. Transfixed, I watched the red drip slowly into the white ceramic sink, slowly… drip…after….drip, until they all combined into one big spot. Funny, how the individual little drips seem like they don’t cause any damage, but put them together, and you’ve got a quarter sized stain in the sink. I slumped back on the floor again, and put my head on my knees. My eyes started to water again, and tears dripped down my face, leaving behind salty trails of sadness and blood behind. I had fucked up with Hannah, and I had fucked up with passing judgment on Y/N.

I was jolted from my thoughts when the door creaked open again, and Y/N poked her head in, black tracks of mascara down her face. She averted her eyes, and wordlessly walked over next to me, reaching down to pick up her sketchbook. She turned to leave, and I surprised both myself and her by shooting up a hand and grabbing her wrist.

“Stay?” I choked out, the word becoming more of a question than a command. She hesitated briefly, her hand closing around mine. I could practically see the gears turning in her head as she figured out what I needed her for. I could feel my heartbeat speeding up  as she pulled away and walked to the door, but I let out a sigh of relief as she turned the deadbolt and came to sit next to me, placing a cautious hand on my back as I melted in to her, tears flowing freely once again. We sat like that for what seemed like hours, me curled up into her shoulder, her gently rubbing my back, lightly tracing her fingernails up and down my spine as she sat silently.  

“I got blood on your shirt.” I hiccuped, once the tears had stopped falling and I had caught my breath. She looked down, and noticed the spots of red crisscrossing her white t shirt. She opened her mouth, but closed it without saying a word. She glanced upwards, then removed her hand from my back and brushed her knuckles underneath her eyes, still without saying a word. She sat next to me, her legs crossed underneath her, nervously playing with a ring on her finger. I sat a couple of inches away, not touching her, my legs splayed out in front of me.

“Thank you.” I said, looking at her out of the corner of my eyes. She was quiet for a bit.

“Why do you hate me?” She asked finally, her shoulders slumping as she turned to me.

“I don’t.”


“I hated you. Past tense.”

“What changed?”

I chuckled darkly. “A lot of things. I learned that you shouldn’t pass judgement on people, or base on appearances alone. Someone once told me that you should be kind to everyone, because everyone’s fighting a battle that you don’t know about, and that really became clear within the last week.”



She was quiet for a minute, then spoke. “…it’s been rough. Hannah….Hannah was one of those friends, you know, that you don’t really interact much with in school but outside you two are inseparable. She…she was my cousin. We always used to say, cousins by blood, sisters by choice. She and I…we were really close. My mom…” Her voice broke. “…my mom was her mom’s sister. That’s why they moved here, y’know. Did…did you know that Tony and I were the only kids from school to show up to her funeral? This girl was friends with everyone, yet not a single goddamn kid showed up to her funeral. They love to take advantage of her death when it’s convenient for them, with the benefit concerts and suicide prevention posters, but when it comes down to it, they don’t give a shit. They gave a shit when she was alive. And if I could say one thing to her, it would be that things will get better, that the words are going to pass..that…”

She trailed off, a low sob coming from her. I turned, shock evident on my face as I studied her portrait. Her head was tilted upwards, a couple of tear tracks racing each other down her face. Her (Y/H/C) hair was glowing in the sun, and now that I was looking, really looking, I could see the resemblance between her and Hannah.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I-”

She cut me off, turning to me, a sadness lighting up her eyes. I couldn’t help but notice that the emotion lit up her face, made her seem more alive.

“It’s been a shitty year, Alex. I wasn’t pregnant. My mother was dying, Standall. Dying from cancer. In a facility in Florida that claimed to give results. Well, it didn’t. The only result was me missing six weeks of school so that I could be with my mother when it happened. And then, the doctor said that she would keep fighting for another couple of months. So mom and dad made me fly back up here to live with  for school. And you know what, Alex? The minute I stepped off that fucking plane and turned on my phone, I had twenty calls from Dad and like a zillion texts. I missed it, I never got to say goodbye, like a real one, and it’s just like… and then Hannah and I never said good-” Her voice cracked as she cut herself off, and she crumpled into herself, sobbing into her hands.

I didn’t even think before I reached out, pulling her into me, letting her cry onto me, wrapping my arms around her. I felt oddly protective as I rubbed her back, just letting her let it out just like she had done for me. I kissed her head, gently stroking her hair as she cried. “It’s ok. It’s ok.” I whispered, rocking her gently. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.” She balled her hands into my shirt, moving closer tome as she calmed down. Once her sobs had calmed down to occasional hiccups, she looked up at me, the literal image of a hot mess with her makeup streaming down her face, and her mascara caked around her eyes.

“Thank you…” She trailed off, looking to the ground and biting her lip. “…and it’s still not okay. But you’re making progress.” She let out a wet chuckle, a smile playing it’s way across her lips. I smiled softly in response.

“I’ll take it. What do you say to ditching the rest of school, and grabbing some coffee at Monet’s? I promise I’ll make up for even more.”

She chewed on her cheek, looking thoughtful before she stood up. “Sure.” Y/N looked in the mirror, and burst out laughing. “Look at us.” I stood up next to her, and looked at the two kids standing in front of us. A short, tear stained, blood covered girl, and a giant, tear stained, blood covered boy. Both with huge grins across their faces, despite the mascara tracks and the black eyes, despite the smudged eyeliner and the ripped jeans.

And in that moment, I knew. I knew that I had smiled again. I knew that it was possible. I felt the loud voice inside grow weaker, if just a tiny bit so. But I knew that I was slowly stepping back from that precipice inside my mind with every smile that crossed my face, with every laugh I shared with someone. And I knew that, if I stayed with this girl,  if I worked with her and helped her through the damage I’d caused, she’d help me in turn. With the help of this enigma of a woman who I learned something new about with every turn, I’d eventually be able to step far enough back that I’d be turned in the other direction, leaving behind the rainclouds and focusing on the sun that glinted softly off of her eyes and her hair.

And in that moment, I knew that, even though life was shitty as fuck right now, that I wanted to die right now, things were not at all as they seemed. The future is yet to come.

a/n: in no way do I want to endorse the idea that “i need someone to save me” i just think that in alex’s case he needs that push from someone to want to save himself…but anyways this was a lot of fun to write and honestly i’m so excited that i finally got a request from y’all lol!! if you want a part 3 you gotta send me ideas cuz i think i kinda wrapped up this story line… but send me requests for other things!!! love you all!!


This is the complete work of Miscommunication. I’ve just put all the parts together for an easier reading experience. I hope that I haven’t disappointed anyone with the quality of this story and that you enjoy it. If you do, please comment, sometimes that’s the only thing that keeps me writing.

Word Count: 6183

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Namjoon laid his head gently in your lap, just wanting to be near you. It was something he did quite often and you loved it. The way his eyes fluttered shut at the contact and the soft hums he would make while you combed your slim fingers through his hair. The grass you were sat on was slightly dewy, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You were with the man you loved and it was as simple as that.

There was nothing that could come between you, you thought as you relaxed and let the morning sun warm your skin. The two of you were meant to be together. This was how it was supposed to be for the rest of your lives.

When you announced that you were getting married, your friends and family all thought you were rushing into things; that the relationship wouldn’t last. They gave you every excuse: you were too young, you didn’t know what you really wanted, you haven’t even lived life on your own yet, but you didn’t listen. They didn’t know what you were feeling, and you always told yourself that you would make decisions with your heart.

But that was six years ago, and those were simpler times.

You glanced at the clock as you heard the front door creak open: 3:16 A.M. This wasn’t the first night that Namjoon had come home late, but it was the first time he had forgotten to call. It was like an unspoken rule for him to call you if he knew he was going to be out later then he had expected, and it wasn’t like you were going to get mad because of how late he was staying out, it was just so you knew he wasn’t in any trouble. You knew that long hours and late nights were a part of the deal when Namjoon took the job. You were so very proud of him for going after his dream of making music, but you just couldn’t understand why he had to put all of that before you every single time he started working on something new.

Your bedroom was dark, but you could see his silhouette moving through the room. You thought he was coming to give you a sweet kiss on your forehead like he did every night, but he headed straight for the shower instead. You were willing to let the whole ‘forgot to call’ incident go, but when he couldn’t even be bothered to show you the slightest bit of affection, you couldn’t just not say anything.

You crawled out of bed quite calmly, and you opened the door to the bathroom in a similar manner. It’s as if you didn’t have something to say, maybe you just woke up to use the toilet, but as soon as you got a whiff of Namjoon, you had more than just something to say. “Kim Namjoon, where the hell have you been?” If the tone of your voice didn’t scare him, the look on your face sure did the trick.

“Baby, I’m so sorry I forgot to call, but I was working on booking a new artist.”

“I’m pretty sure that whatever artist you’re working with doesn’t wear cheap, red lipstick and glitter. And if they do, I’m sure that they would keep it to themselves instead of sharing it with a married man.” You nearly yelled the last part, but you were doing your best to remain level headed. “Did you forget that you were married?”

“Y/N, I swear I didn’t do anything wrong. Suga wanted to meet at the club on fifth street, and couldn’t say no. I’ve been dying to get a chance to work with him.” His eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head, they were opened so wide, trying to get you to understand.

“I believe you. What I can’t believe is that you couldn’t find the time to call me or shoot me a text. He probably would’ve understood if you had said, ‘Hey, man, I know we’re in the middle of discussing some business, but would you excuse me for, like five minutes, I need to call my wife?’”

“Jesus, Y/N, you act as if I forget to call all the time, or like I missed something important. This was the first time I forgot to call. I’m working my ass off so that we can live comfortably, yet you can’t find it in yourself to trust me. Trust that I’m doing everything with you in mind.”

“I do trust you, but I just get so worried.” You had more to say but before you could finish, Namjoon was cutting you off.

“Worry about someone else.”

Your eyes widened at his comment. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means, when I’m working, I have no obligation to call you and tell you what I’m doing. I’m probably trying to make sure I can buy you whatever you said you wanted last week”

You felt the argument growing into something more than a simple forgotten phone call, so you tried to bring it back down. “You know I don’t need any of that stuff to make me happy.”

“Don’t give me that shit. I’m sleeping at Hoseok’s tonight.”

“Y’know what? Fine. And while you’re at it, how ‘bout you call up whatever skank had her lips all over you tonight. I’m sure you could manage that.”

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N, do you really think that I would do something like that?”

“I don’t know what to think anymore.” You turned and headed back to bed, too tired to say anything else at the moment. You weren’t sure what just happened, but you knew that this problem wasn’t just going to disappear.


You woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing like the world was ending. Taking a second to get your vision settled, you glanced at the screen to see that there were 26 missed calls from Hoseok, along with a message that made your stomach plummet. ‘Namjoon never showed up to mine last night. Did you guys work it out?’

“What the hell?” You asked yourself aloud. You quickly jumped into action as you slid the answer call button for Hoseok’s twenty- seventh call.

“Y/N, I’m gla-,” you cut him off before he could continue.

“What do you mean, Namjoon never showed up?”

“I mean exactly that. He called and said he was on his way over, that you had a fight and he didn’t want to stay there to make things worse.”

“Hoseok, I’m really worried. All he did was forget to call. That’s the worst thing he’s done. I don’t think he’d lie to my face like that.” You were most certainly, losing your shit. If there was one thing you knew about Namjoon, it was that he was an honest man. You had never known him to deceive for his own gain, and you were confident that he wasn’t going to start today. “Hoseok, I’m gonna have to let you go. I’ll call if I figure out where he is.”

“Okay. I hope everything is fine. Please don’t stress out too much, I’m sure he’s just gone to clear his head or something.”

“Thank you for that. I’ll try to stay calm, and I’ll call you later.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

“Bye.” The second you ended the call, you felt an uneasiness settle in your stomach. It was like all the fear that you had in you had all migrated into one uncomfortable ball of queasiness and it only had one way out. You moved as quickly as you could to the bathroom, practically throwing yourself at the toilet, before the vomit could tear its way up your throat. To say that it was uncomfortable would be an understatement; the tears pricked your eyes as the acid burned your throat. You found it hard to believe that this was a normal bodily action, and then remembered that for you, it wasn’t. Throwing up was always so painful for you that whenever you felt the need to when you were sick, you just breathed through it until the feeling passed.

But this was different. After all you could do was dry-heave, you finally stood up off the floor and went to the sink to clean up a bit. You opened the medicine cabinet in search of an antacid, but stopped short when you came across your birth control. It’d been so long since you had taken it that it was pushed to the back of the cabinet, to be completely forgotten about.

You and Namjoon had agreed that you would use condoms, regardless if you were on birth control because you both knew that you were not ready for kids and didn’t want to take chances if you forgot your pill.

You tried to stay calm as you pulled out your calendar, counting the days since your last cycle, only to let the panic take over when you realized that you hadn’t had a period in almost three months. You kept asking yourself how you didn’t notice, but instead of dwelling on that fact, you made an appointment with an OB GYN, and tried to slow your racing heart when you phone rang and broke the silence.

You almost cried when you saw Namjoon’s contact light up the screen. Answering immediately, you put the phone to your ear. “Oh my God, Namjoon, where are you?” The fear in your voice was palpable, and there was nothing you could do to put your mind at ease until he told you where he was and if he was okay.

“Y/N, calm down.” His words sounded a little slurred and then you were no longer just worried, you were angry.

“Do not tell me to calm down, and are you drunk, right now?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You were going to apologize for the way you overreacted last night and maybe even tell him what you thought could be going on, but he just ruined that. How were you supposed to tell him if he’s not even mature enough to handle his problems without getting wasted at eight in the morning?

“See? This is what I’m talking about. You are always nagging about something. Always wondering where I am, and what I’m doing. It gets so old. I’m a grown man and if I want to stay out all night, I can.”

You had to stop him from saying anything else, having a real problem with where this conversation was heading. “No you can’t Namjoon. You can’t just do whatever you want. You have a wife who cares about you way too much to not know where you are, and if you didn’t know, I’m telling you now: I am allowed to worry about you. In fact, it’s my job to worry about you. And if you have a problem with that, then I guess we just weren’t as meant to be as we thought when we didn’t listen to our parents and got married.” You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth, but it was too late to take them back. Namjoon may be drunk, but that didn’t make him stupid; he understood everything you just said, which is why the line went silent. “I’m going to call Hoseok to pick you up, don’t go anywhere. Sober up, and when you’re ready to talk, you know where to find me.

You ended the call with a weight in your chest. Yes, you were glad that he was okay, but you still felt bad for saying what you did. You didn’t mean it and you just knew that you had just made matters so much worse. (END)

The appointment went exactly like you thought it would. “You’re pregnant, and since it’s already been three months, we need to start you on some prenatal vitamins as soon as possible. Also, you’re really lucky that nothing bad happened. You could’ve put the baby, as well as yourself at risk for waiting this long.”

You already felt bad enough about the way you handled things with Namjoon, and that was four days ago, but your doctor was putting the last nail in the coffin. Just thinking about the last week made you burst into tears. You tried to wipe your eyes, needing to be able to see clearly so that you could drive, but absolutely nothing was going the way it should.

You gave yourself permission to cry, just this once. Showing this side to Namjoon, while things were the way they were, was not an option, and you didn’t know when the next time you would be able to woud be. So you pulled over, and cried. You cried about the fight you were in, about the baby you didn’t know about for three months, about the fact that you didn’t want to tell Namjoon, about the way you would feel if you just got rid of it. To you, it was a serious option; abortion. You and Namjoon were in no place to have a baby. You were fighting, his career is just taking off, you were afraid. Maybe that was the bottom line, you were genuinely afraid that something would go wrong: you’d be a terrible mother, Namjoon wouldn’t want it, he would leave you so that you wouldn’t ruin his life.

You pulled the ultrasound photo out of your bag, and you wanted to wake up from the dream, but the longer you stared at it the more it became a reality, You were awake and living this moment, and you couldn’t share it with anyone.


Namjoon was sitting on the couch waiting for you when you got home, holding the one thing you’d hoped he’d never find: the ultrasound. You’d managed to keep everything from him for a week, but now you’d have to confess. “Namjoon, it’s not what you think.”

He scoffed, “Is it really, because I think that you’ve been keeping a major thing from me.”

“I know, but you can’t deny that we are not exactly on the best of terms right now.” you couldn’t even make eye contact with him.

“Jesus, Y/N! Do you really think that makes a difference? We’re still married. That’s,” he pointed to your growing belly, “still my baby. I have a right to know.”

“I know, you’re right, but-”

“No but’s. You kept this from me. I had to find out from someone else. I ran into your OB, who offered me a congratulations on becoming a father.” He paused and took a breath. “I didn’t want to believe her because I wanted to believe that you would tell me about something like this, but why does she have a reason to lie? But I still needed proof, so I went searching for anything, and I found this.” He shook the photo in front of you before he proceeded to look longingly at it. “It’s so big…. My bean.” You watched silently as the single tear slide down his carved cheekbone, and in that moment, you felt like a monster for keeping this from him, for causing this pain.

“Namjoon, I’m so-”

“I don’t want your apologies right now, I’m not forgiving you for this, but I will be here for you. You won’t do this alone, and you won’t have to worry about me abandoning you.”


You hadn’t had a real conversation with Namjoon in a couple of weeks, and you were trying to be understanding about it because you had to admit, you were kind of wrong for keeping something so big and important from him, but at the same time, what gave him the right to tell you to stop worrying about him and what he was doing.

It felt as if Namjoon was slipping through your fingers, slowly, painfully. There was a deep ache in your stomach because of all the unsaid words and tension between the two of you. “Can we talk?” You had an undeniable craving to settle the air, but it was all up to Namjoon at this point. You couldn’t make any progress if he wasn’t willing to put in the effort as well.

“I’m telling you now, that I don’t want to hear another apology. However, I’m willing to listen to whatever you have to say.” That’s all you were asking for. You didn’t need anything more from him.

“Thank you. I’ll start with the fact that I really didn’t mean, or want, to keep this from you. It’s just how things played out.” You heard him sigh, but he didn’t say anything, so you kept going. “At the time we weren’t on the best of terms, and I still didn’t know. My period wasn’t due for another couple of weeks, and I was almost certain that I remembered having it the month before. I’m serious, I really didn’t know.”

Namjoon stood from where he was seated, “Yeah, but when you found out, you didn’t make any move to tell me, did you? You kept it to yourself; you kept the news of my baby from me.”

“I was waiting for the right time to tell you.”

“Y/N, you waited nearly two months before you were even thinking about telling me. I found out, but for you it still wasn’t a good time.”

“You have to understand that we weren’t even in a place that we would talk about anything. You pretty much told me to stay out of your business, and so I was still trying to get over that blow as your wife, and not the mother of your child. I was hurting Namjoon, and you weren’t there to fix it. Why would I tell you something of this magnitude, if you couldn’t even react properly to me being concerned about you? Can you understand that now? Do you see why I felt it wasn’t the right time?” You felt a slight sharp pain in your side, but you decided to ignore it for now, you needed to get through to Namjoon.

“I- I didn’t know you felt that way. I’m so sorry.”

“No. If you don’t want my apologies, I don’t want yours.” You went to walk out of the room, but the moment you turned around, that once annoying pain, was back, but it was full force. It knocked the breath out of you as you tried to catch yourself, feeling as if you were falling in slow motion. You cried out as the stabbing pain began to pulse and it wouldn’t stop. “Ahh! Namjoon.”

“Y/N!” Namjoon rushed to your side, not knowing what to do. He couldn’t think straight, but he was scooping you up into his arms before he knew what was truly happening. “Oh my god, Y/N, please be okay.” You weren’t sue if he was talking directly to you or if he was sending a prayer as he whispered the sentence over and over in your ear.

You felt yourself being placed into the passenger seat of his car and you soon felt nothing else than the pain that was controlling your body. You sat rigid, afraid that if you moved, you would make things worse. “Aaaghghh, please hurry!”

Namjoon drove as fast as he could without becoming a danger on the roads, but he also didn’t want to jerk the car too much or stress you out. The ride felt like an eternity, and you were grateful when you finally arrived at the hospital.

“Please! Help! Please, help my wife, I don’t know what’s wrong!” Namjoon was frantic as he tried to get anyone’s attention, and all you could do was try not to pass out as the pain had grown since you left your house.

You felt yourself being lowered into a wheelchair, and in that moment, you wished you hadn’t moved at all as you got another surge of crippling discomfort. “Someone page Doctor Taux, and get a bed ready in the ER, we need to find out what’s wrong.” You heard all of the commotion happening around you, and you couldn’t figure out how to form the words to let them know that you were pregnant. The same voice began to ask Namjoon questions, “Does she have any previous injuries or illnesses, could she be pregnant? I need you to tell me anything that could help in diagnosing.”

“Yes! Yes, she’s pregnant.” That was the last thing you heard as the distance grew too great to hear them anymore. “Why? Could something be wrong with the baby? I don’t know what’s happening. She, she was fine this morning. Please, just help her.”

“Okay, we’ll do everything in our power to help your wife, I just need you to calm down first. There’s no use in working yourself up so much. You have to be strong, be her rock. Okay?” The woman was slowly leading Namjoon to the waiting room, offering him a seat. “I’ll be back with some water, and we’ll keep you updated on her status.” Namjoon was thankful for her calm words. If he hadn’t heard them, he would probably still be a mess, losing his mind thinking about the worst possible outcome.

The doctor came into the room, and immediately began trying to ask you questions as the nurses worked on hooking you up to machines in order to get your vitals on the monitors. All you could do was groan and try to make coherent responses, but nothing was coming out. So, you were thankful when a person came into the room with all of the answers. “Her name is, Y/N, she’s 26 years old, she has had no major health issues in the past, and she’s pregnant for the first time.”

“Do you know how far along she is?”

“No, her husband was pretty shaken up, couldn’t think that clearly.”

“FOUR!” You managed to get the number out as you released another scream of agony.

“Quickly set up the ultrasound, and get a fetal monitor on her.”

Doctor Taux moved quickly, and she soon found the heartbeat she was looking for. And the both of you were releasing a sigh of relief. “Y/N, I’m prescribing you with a pain reliever that’s okay for pregnant women to use in small doses, and also some progesterone, it’s going to help your uterus maintain the pregnancy. You had a really close call, and you’re not completely out of the danger zone either.” Tears began to fall from your eyes as you registered just exactly what she was saying. You were in the middle of having a miscarriage, and all you could do was hope that it wasn’t too late to stop it from completing its course. “I also want to run a few more tests before I discharge you. Okay?”

You simply nodded your head, and just as you were about to ask for Namjoon, Doctor Taux added, “I’ll let your husband know what’s happened and that he can come see you.” She offered one last apologetic smile and left the room.

The sound of the door clicking shut woke you from your light sleep. You hadn’t even realized that the pain had gone away, enough to even doze off. Almost completely, the sharp stabbing had subsided, and the only discomfort residing was the soreness that your body was hanging on to.

Namjoon crossed the room in apprehensive steps, not sure if he should say anything, or if he should just sit next to you and hold your hand. There were so many things that he wanted to do, but he wasn’t sure if the two of you had gotten past all of your issues, at least enough to offer any type of consoling. Everything felt awkward, like he hadn’t been your husband for the last six years. “Y/N, I’m so, so, so sorry. I don’t know how to fix anything, or help you.” He was nearly in tears as he thought about the drama that he felt responsible for. He couldn’t even bare to look you in the eyes.

“Shhh.” You reached out to touch his face, and he immediately grasped that hand inside of his. “It’s okay. Let’s just move past that. We have to focus on what’s in front of us now. Okay?” He was so shaken up about the whole thing, and his eyes were screwed shut as he turned his face into your palm and placed one single kiss in the center of your palm. In that moment, it felt as if all of your trivial problems floated away, and you couldn’t have been any more thankful for Namjoon. Thinking about it, this was the scariest moment in your life, but if it hadn’t happened, you and Namjoon would still be in the same place you were before; barely talking to each other and not solving any of your troubles.

The moment you got back to your house, Namjoon was very adamant about sticking to doctor’s orders and keeping you on bed rest, but you weren’t really going to complain. While Namjoon was not able to be by your side every moment of the day, he did his best to let you know what was going on in his work day. The two of you didn’t want a repeat of all of the drama that was created just because you were worried and he was stressed. You allowed him to find an escape in your company. The conversations that the pair of you were having were like surreal moments, but you weren’t going to let them slip past you. He told about the new artists he was working with; he even told about a surprise he was working on for you. There were so many things that he was opening up about and it was more than enough to give you peace of mind because you weren’t left in the dark when he had to be out late, and when he came home, he was happy to be there.

Namjoon turned his key in the lock of the front door, entering the house almost silently, before he announced that he was home. “Y/N, you’re not going to believe what Hoseok bought at the bookstore last week.” You heard his smile before you saw it as he entered the bedroom. He ran over to you in the cutest way you had seen anybody move and immediately kissed your ever growing belly. You giggled at his antics and watched as he had a conversation with your unborn daughter. “Uncle Hoseok got you a present.” Namjoon reached inside of his bag and pulled out a book with a tiger on the cover, entitled ‘Daddy’s Princess Rules the Jungle’, and a blanket to match. “I’ll read this to you every night, until you know all the words and you can read it to me.”

You stayed silent for a little longer before you couldn’t take it anymore. “Where’s my kiss?” You asked playfully, but Namjoon was quick to apologize.

     “I’m sorry, baby. I just got a little excited.” He moved to hover over you slightly before placing a soft kiss on your lips. As he pulled away, you caused his lips. You weren’t sure what came over you, but you desperately wanted to deepen the kiss. You were convinced that you head earned this, after staying celibate for the past four months, due to the unfortunate event. Namjoon had hardly laid a single finger on you, and you felt forced to be okay with the simple kisses that he’d been giving you, but you needed more.

     You kept your hands firmly in place around his face, and you refused to let go. “Y/N, we should stop.” He gently tugged on your arm, and you pulled back with a pout.

     “Really? What do you think could possibly happen? I’m already eight months pregnant. We got past the miscarriage scare, why won’t you do this for me?” You sounded like a whiny brat, but you couldn’t really care less. You looked at Namjoon with hopeful eyes, and he looked back at you with understanding, but his eyes also told you that you weren’t going to be getting what you wanted.

     He exhaled before he calmly explained, “you could go into labor early, that’s the worst that could happen. I want that bun to cook for as long as possible.” He emphasized his point by pointing directly at your belly. You wrapped your arms around your baby bump, just thinking that you would soon be welcoming your baby girl to the world. “I know it’s just a few weeks, but I still think we should play it safe.” Listening to Namjoon, it all made sense. You weren’t sure how he did that, but he put your mind, and your emotions at ease.

     “Okay, can we cuddle at least?” You asked, already moving to lean into him.

     “Of course, just don’t try any funny business.” Namjoon playfully scolded you.

     “I’d never dream of it.”

     It’s already been a whole seven days since you were meant to be holding your daughter in your arms, instead she was extending her stay just a little longer, and you were miserable.

     You tried not to snap at Namjoon as he looked on at you bouncing on your exercise ball. “I guess she just wants to stay with you forever.” He chuckled lightly, still not too sure about your mood.

“Not helping, Namjoon. I know the doctor said that this happens all the time, but I’m really in a lot of pain.” You couldn’t stop the whine from leaving your throat. “I don’t know. I guess when I knew the end was near, I was just ready to relieve my backaches and be able to touch my toes, or see my toes. I could settle for that, but it just feels like she’s never going to be ready to come out.” You hung your head, feeling slightly defeated, and not knowing a solution.

Namjoon moved from his seat on the sofa to kneel beside you, “Baby girl,” he whispered to your stomach, “hurry up and come out so that we can love you properly.” You felt the warmth of his large hand glide across your belly, rubbing soothing patterns into your skin, and you wondered, for a second, if your baby could feel it. You cupped Namjoon’s face in your hand, bringing his lips up to meet yours.

Just after placing a chaste kiss on his awaiting lips, you felt a dull ache start in your back and then wrap around your torso. “That was weird.”

“What was?” Namjoon instinctively reached for you, not knowing what else to do, but to be ready for anything.

“I’m not sure.” You cocked your head to the side with knitted eyebrows. “There was a strange sensation.” You stood up from your ball, and headed towards the bedroom. “I’m going to go lie down, try to clear my head. I don’t want to dwell on it too much, ya know?”

After laying in bed for a little over forty minutes, you noticed that the sensation was growing in duration and power. The most recent one made you wince slightly, and then grimace, and then you grunted in discomfort. “Namjoon!” You called for him from the other room.

“What’s wrong?” he questioned with a hint of panic in his voice and on his face.

“I’m not exactly sure, and I don’t want to make a big deal about it, but I think I might be contracting, and we should probably call Doctor Taux to tell her that we’re on our way.”

You fully expected him to start running around like a chicken with its head cut off, and not really being much help, but when he replied with a simple, “Okay,” you were genuinely surprised. You watched as he grabbed your already packed hospital bag, after dialing Doctor Taux’s personal number, and took his time explaining your current situation. He loaded the car carefully to make sure that he had everything that you would need, and then he came back to help you into a pair of shoes, and then out the house, and finally in the car. You wanted to say something, but you didn’t really have anything to say. His calm was keeping you calm, and you felt really safe in this environment.

Upon arriving at the hospital, you were escorted to your room, and before you had time to complain about another contraction, the nurse was prepping you for delivery. Doctor Taux entered shortly after. “Okay, Miss Y/N, you are just about ready to start pushing. Your contractions are about three minutes apart and you are six centimeters dilated.” She checked her watch before patted your arm. “I’m going to come back in about ten minutes and we’ll see where we’re at. Sound good?”

Namjoon answered for you because he knew that you weren’t really in the mood to have a conversation. “Thank you, Doctor Taux.” The door clicked behind her, and you just wished that she would come back and take this baby out of you. “Baby, you just have to hang in there a little longer. You’re doing great!”

“Namjoon, stop talking.” The sound of everything was annoying, and all you could hope for was to start pushing. You were trying to steady your breathing, but before you could take a deep breath, a huge contraction overtook your body. You reached for Namjoon, or anything really. You managed to find purchase on his bicep, and you squeezed, digging your nails into the flesh. Tears fell from your eyes and a low, painful scream tore out of your throat. It felt as if the contraction would never end, for both you and Namjoon, as he sat there with his arm held hostage and him silently begging for it to pass. The pain finally subsided, but only for a moment before your body was wracked with a type of pain the would never feel familiar.

You let out another scream, and just then the door opened to reveal a nurse that looked a little worried for you. “Oh dear, I’ll page Doctor Taux.” Those were the best words you could’ve ever asked to hear, and when the woman showed up less than three minutes later, you nearly cried tears of joy.

Her smile wasn’t exactly contagious, but you would rather have her happy and excited about her job than the opposite. “Well, well, well, I guess that your baby girl is ready to meet you guys. Let’s see what we’re working with.” Doctor Taux looked beneath the sheet and was immediately giving orders. “I can see her head so, Miss Y/N, it’s time to push. Let’s get her in the stirrups and get this show on the road, shall we?”

The next few moments felt like an eternity. The pushing and the breathing, the screaming and the breathing. The gentle caress of Namjoon’s strong hand and kisses on your forehead did little to soothe the absolute agony of everything. “Alright, just one more push. You can do it!”

You tried to keep breathing. You tried to gather enough strength to push one more time, but you just couldn’t do it. “I can’t”

“You can. Come on, your daughter wants to meet you so badly, she just needs some help. And you’re the only one that can help her.” Doctor Taux made a point, but it was Namjoon’s words that really settled within you.

He told you the exact words you needed to hear.He leaned in close and whispered, “I know you’re scared, I’m scared too, but I also know that I’m so ready for this. I’m ready to be a dad and for us to be parents together. You just need to push one more time and we can start that journey. We can welcome the life that we created together. We can bring her into the world.” He kissed your temple and smoothed your hair.

“One more?”

“One more.” With Namjoon’s reassurance, you gave the biggest push you could’ve possibly mustered and as soon as you stopped crying, you heard the cries of your baby girl. You looked over at Namjoon as he cut the umbilical cord, and the tears that rolled down his cheeks. He was truly happy. The nurses cleaned her up and placed her in your arms, and then you were crying all over again.

You said the only words you could find to describe her, “She’s beautiful. She’s so, so, so beautiful.”

“She’s perfect. Daddy loves you so much. You’re my perfect little angel.” You’d never seen such a large hand move so delicately as you saw his move to touch her. “I love you.” And he just kept whispering that to her like his own mantra. Then he finally looked at you, “And I love you.”

“I love you too.”