i still cry over the fact that misty always believed in her

Topsy-turvy (fluff)

Anonymous: Pretty blog~ return of superman! Hoshi au please? 😘😘

Title: Topsy-turvy (Hoshi/Soonyoung)
Genre: Fluff, babysitter!hoshi
Words: 1558
A/N: Finally! It’s not return of superman though. It’s based on The Nanny Diaries movie…Anyways, I hope you’d still enjoy it!

p.s. who is dying over those Hoshi scenes in Lili Yabbay/13 Month’s Dance???!! I am.

Originally posted by sunkissedhao

If only there was another way to save up for money, Hoshi would have gladly taken it. Correction: another sober and safe way that is not related to cubicles and economics to save up for money. Hoshi sighed as he leaned back against Joshua’s sofa. If only. If only. He tapped his shoe on the floor, nervously.

“Relax, Hosh. You’re lucky you found a job here, you know. You’re also great with kids,” Joshua said as he poured orange juice into a tall glass. The vivid colour got Hoshi nodding, eager to drink it up. Joshua walked over to him and placed the glass on the coffee table in front of Hoshi, probably not noticing the way Hoshi’s eyes followed the glass. He probably thought they would be speaking.

Hoshi took the glass once it was placed on the table. He drank it, lips never leaving the glass rim. As if he had never drunk orange juice. Joshua watched him in utter disbelief.

“O…kay,” Joshua said, both his hands slightly raised, once Hoshi put the glass down with a click! “Can we talk now? I’m trying to relax you here, you know.”

Hoshi looked confused for a moment. What was there to talk about? Ah yes. “Ah, yeah. Sorry.”

Joshua sighed and closed his eyes. He opened them, “Never mind. Just…be careful, alright. It’s a kid you’re handling you know. A kid of rich people.”

“Yep. No problemo,” Hoshi nodded as he stood up from his seat and ruffled the older one’s hair in goodbye. As soon as Hoshi was sure Joshua can’t see him, his shoulders sagged with his problems.

Hoshi effed up. In an effort to please his mother, he took Economics in the community college. No, he didn’t like Economics. Who likes numbers and inflation and deflation anyway? All he could think of was the balloon and that sad wheeze it gives when it deflates. And now, she thinks he’s looking for a job in the city. Nope. Nope nope nope. No can do. Hoshi didn’t want to end up in a cubicle, forever thinking about balloons.

He wanted to dance. He wanted to listen to the music and let the beat synchronise with his body. He wanted to raise his hands in the air. He wanted to jump. Dance dance dance. He wanted so so much.

But he was stuck in the city, about to babysit a probably stuck-up kid while he lied to his mother.

As soon as the elevator to the family’s penthouse dinged, the woman in front of him shoved a pink bag in his arms. She beckoned him to enter the spacious room while she ran back and forth the room.

“You are Hoshi, am I right?” she called from a room while Hoshi awkwardly stood in the middle of the living room. Hoshi nodded his head but then remembered she wasn’t there, “Yes, Mrs…”

“Mrs. Kim,” the woman returned in front of Hoshi, heavily breathing. A little girl followed Mrs. Kim and sat on one of the sofas, her arms crossed. “And that’s my daughter, Chae-young. Honey, say hi.”

For a moment, Hoshi thought the mother was talking to him because the kid just stared at him.

“Chaeyoung,” Mrs. Kim warned. Chaeyoung rolled her eyes and huffed, “Hello, Hoshi.”

Mrs. Kim was satisfied and she left Hoshi standing there as she went to find her heels. Hoshi shifted, being scrutinised by Chae-young. Hoshi gulped.

“You’re the one taking me to my class?”

“Y-yeah,” Hoshi was always good with kids. He didn’t know why he felt particularly scared nervous with this one.

“You know Y/N’s studio?” the kid said. Hoshi shook his head. He wasn’t often in Gangnam District. The little girl nodded, “Of course.

Hoshi wanted to choke her.

Mrs. Kim appeared again and guided the two out of the penthouse while she talked to Hoshi about Chae-young’s activities for the day and where Y/N’s Studio is. Everything went so fast that it was only him and Chaeyoung in front of the building.

Both of them walked while Y/N’s Studio was repeated over and over in his mind. Chaeyoung threw insults every now and then making Hoshi want to strangle her more. They stopped at the studio. Hoshi realised it was a dance studio. He stood there, jaws hanging.

“Come on, we’re going to be late,” the girl pulled his hand and they entered the studio. Hoshi had never been so breathless before (except for the time when his friend Woozi’s dog chased him around town). The studio was wide and spacious and bright lights hung above, mirrors surrounded him. It was so beautiful.

Hoshi turned around and placed a hand on the wall next to him. He fell. Along with many hangers and clothes rack. Stupid, it isn’t a wall. Hoshi heard Chaeyoung snicker.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” Hoshi turned to see you. The bright lights made it seem like you were an angel with your loose shirt and leggings. Hoshi could only say something like unghhh.

You giggled. The other kids followed. Hoshi liked your giggle. You put your hand in front of him, “Come on, let me help you.” Hoshi took your hand.

He sat back, watching you teach the little kids to dance. Watching your body sway to the music. He also felt proud when Chaeyoung got the routine right, cheering for her. Chaeyoung relished the cheer she had always heard other kids receive from their parents. Her parents never saw her dance.

“Thanks,” Chaeyoung said, after the final dance recital. Hoshi was surprised. They usually bickered after the class. Chaeyoung must be on to something. Chaeyoung noticed this, “No, I’m serious. Thank you, Hoshi-oppa. For watching after me. For being there when my parents are going to be late. For watching Barbie with me.”

A grin spread through Hoshi’s face, “Wow, it’s fine, Chae-young. I honestly enjoyed it.”

“Really?” Chaeyoung looked at Hoshi. There was a big fat tear on her face. They stopped walking. Hoshi knelt down in front of her, his hands cupping her face.

“Of course, Chaeyoung-ie. Why are you crying?” Hoshi said. The little girl lurched forward, wrapping her small arms around Hoshi’s neck and burying her face in the crook of it. Hoshi protectively wrapped his arms around her, ignoring the people giving them a second glance.

“I just…I think Mommy and Daddy don’t enjoy me, you know?” the girl said, more tears flowed out of her delicate features. “They’re always away. And whenever they’re with me, they’re either not talking or fighting. And then, I sometimes happen to hear them. Chaeyoung this, Chaeyoung that. I think they’re fighting because of me, Hoshi. I’m making them angry.” Hoshi’s eyes widened at hearing a little girl say that. Chaeyoung sobbed, “Now, they’re sending me off to New York. They don’t even live there. I don’t know anyone there. I don’t want to go there. I want to stay here with you, Hosh.

She sobbed more as Hoshi took in her words. He couldn’t believe her parents would fight with her inside the house. He was outraged by the fact that they actually neglect their daughter then send her off to a foreign country. He rubbed Chae-young’s back slowly, humming in her ear.

“Chaeyoung, you have to go, you know? You have to be brave and go there. Your parents aren’t mad at you. They’re just…It’s their way of caring for you. They want you to have the things they had when they were young. They want you to sit back and enjoy. We’re kind of the same,” Chaeyoung peered over his eyes when she heard the latter sentence. “My mother wanted me to study this um…certain thing at college and I did it even if I didn’t want to. I knew she wanted a better future for me, you know. But here I am, lying to her.

“Still, I’m enjoying this, Chae-young. I enjoy waking up at 6:30 because your language class is at 7. I enjoy listening to your boring Math teacher drone on and on about…well, Math. I enjoy listening to you try to sing.” she gave a weak laugh at this and smacked his chest. “I enjoy enduring too-sweet strawberry ice creams with you. I enjoy watching you dance. I enjoy bickering with you. I enjoy it. I enjoy our chaotic…topsy turvy relationship, Chae-young. You’re already like my sister. And I don’t want you to go away too. I’ll miss you. I’ll worry about you. But it’s life, you know. When you get older, you’ll understand. For now, you need to understand that you are loved and treasured.”

She pulled back and looked at Hoshi. She looked at the misty eyes of her ‘brother’ and knew at once that it was genuine. She really is loved and treasured. No matter how topsy-turvy she is.

“Promise you’ll call?” she croaked out, her voice hoarse. Hoshi nodded and kissed her forehead. He turned around and patted his shoulder.

“Piggy-back ride?” he grinned to himself and felt Chaeyoung earnestly nod as she climbed on his back. Her warmth making Hoshi tear up a little. After a while of silent walking and staring around Gangnam, Chaeyoung leaned forward and whispered, “I know you like Teacher Y/N. I think it slipped from my lips, though.”

Hoshi’s eyes widen and Chayoung giggled, “You brat!”

Unimaginable Surprise (Foxxay).

A/N: This sweet, amazing prompt was sent by the awesome @purified-through-flames. Thank you SO much my darling, I hope I did it right! Please guys, give me feedback and feel free to send me prompts! I love writing your ideas! Enjoy!! xoxox

Misty took a deep breath as she side eyed her beloved girlfriend, who was just beside her watering some sunflowers; Today was a special day, a day the Swamp Witch had been planing for too long and couldn’t be more excited for having it finally arrived. The Cajun had everything planned for that special occasion; She was finally going to propose to the love of her life.

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Last day at Camp

A/N:This is a really sad imagine that is based off of an episode of criminal minds. It is a Stiles x Reader imagine. It is kind of long.                                                     Warnings: Super sad, shooting, character death, kidnapping.

Originally posted by stilesstilinskiandlydiamartin

Stiles and you have been waiting to go to summer camp, since you left last year. The only downside was that Scott couldn’t come with you this year. Nevertheless, you were excited. You had left at noon and were almost there. You and Stiles reminisced about past years at camp. One year the two of you had went kayaking and he managed to flip the kayak not once, not twice, but three times. Last year you entered the talent show and won first place. This camp was most definitely the highlight of your summer. This year more so than usual. You and Stiles were finally dating. And this would be a nice break from all of the supernatural mess you always had to deal with in Beacon Hills. When you arrived the two of you had went your separate ways to unpack. You had promised to meet up with him at dinner.

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the trail of paper stars

Originally posted by yourbiaslikesitrough

➢ pairing: jungkook x reader
➢ genre: angst
➢ word count: 5,043
➢ summary: you are trapped on the boundary between life and death. he folds one thousand paper cranes to reach you.

The first of the cranes are suspended from a red string, extending down from the ceiling where they fall into the deep depths of your consciousness. Small lights flutter from each origami bird, a tiny heart that beats to the rhythm of the boy’s wishes as he watches over your still form.

The smooth parchment swims under his fingertips, the creases and folds pinned with a precision that creates bursts of jewels into the air. But there is nothing for them to illuminate, nothing except for the infinite expanse of darkness.

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Gramarye Family Headcanon

Zak Gramarye was afraid of his daughter.

Thanks to the terrible lie of Magnifi that Thalassa was dead, Zak always believed that he killed his beautiful wife with his own hands. We can already find the similar example in this series, when Phoenix got devastated over Edgeworth’s “death” while he was actually alive. Zak’s situation was much worse because he was the one who actually pulled the trigger and shot her. The guilt was more than he could bear. Not only that he killed the woman he loved, he also took mommy away from his little girl. Trucy was a spitting image of Thalassa, and she even inherited the ability of “piercing” from her mother.

Even though Trucy never knew what actually happened to her mommy, Zak couldn’t shake the feeling that she could see through his lies. Whenever the girl looked at him with her innocent brown eyes -the exact same eyes with his dead wife- he heard the voices crying in his head. “Daddy, you killed my mommy!” “Zak, you killed me!” He suffered from constant fear that Trucy would eventually say that with her own voice. She would curse him as a murderer of her mother. She would report him to the police and he would be hanged in front of his fans. Zak told himself for like thousand times that it was only an accident during the magic trick, but it didn’t really help to ease his guilt.

When Zak flew away leaving his daughter, he felt guilty but the feeling of freedom overwhelmed it. Now he wouldn’t have to be haunted by those piercing brown eyes anymore. Zak knew that Thalassa would never forgive him for abandoning their child like this, but why should he care? He was a murderer already. He killed Thalassa, and now everyone thought he killed Magnifi too. Trucy would be so disgusted of her daddy when found out that both her mommy and grandfather were murdered by him. Hell, so be it. It was going to happen someday anyway. He ran away from his guilty verdict, and ran away from his daughter.


Trucy remembered.

She didn’t remember much about her mommy. Trucy was very young when Thalassa was gone. But she remembered the happy feeling when her mommy was around, and how her daddy smiled happily when he was together with his wife. Ever since mommy was gone, daddy became so sad. Especially when Trucy said something like “I want my mommy!” “Daddy, do you know where mommy is?” daddy’s face became extremely painful. Trucy was too young to understand the meaning of that face. She just innocently thought that daddy loved mommy so much and he missed her a lot.

That became the reason why Trucy constantly pestered Phoenix, her new daddy, to find a mommy for her. Phoenix always looked so sad, just like Zak looked sad after losing his wife. Little Trucy always thought that her daddy would be happy and smiling again if only mommy comes back. So she applied the same solution for her new daddy too: she thought getting a mommy would make him happy. Sadly, that Trucy’s line in AJ “Daddy, you need to find me a new mommy!” shows that Phoenix was STILL single until AJ timeline. Well, at least he had a daughter who loved him. 

When Trucy became a teenager, she looked up some information about Zak herself. She found out that her daddy’s charge was murdering her grandpa, and there were a plenty of rumors that her mommy was also killed by him. She got shocked and asked Phoenix about it, but he answered with confidence: “No, Trucy. Your daddy never killed anyone.” Phoenix assured her that even though her daddy was a douche for leaving his child, he was never a murderer, and he was wrongly accused just like Phoenix was wrongly accused for forging evidence. And someday he would prove to the world that BOTH of Trucy’s daddies were innocent. Trucy could see that Phoenix wasn’t lying, so she smiled. She believed in her both daddies.


I hate Zak Gramarye. Even though I take pity on him for being blamed for TWO murders he never committed -and the victims were none other than his own wife and mentor- it’s still totally inexcusable that he abandoned his eight-year-old daughter, and didn’t even try to help Phoenix even though the poor guy was DISBARRED while defending him.  It’s similar to what I think about Misty Fey. I pity her situation after DL-6, but it doesn’t change the fact that she was a horrible mother for Mia and Maya, and I don’t like her.

But the person I despise the most among Gramarye Family is Magnifi Gramarye. That old man deliberately ruined the whole life of his daughter and son-in-law, made his only granddaughter an orphan, and he didn’t even slightly regret or pay for what he had done until he died in his own comfortable bed. He could’ve at least tell Zak or Valant in his deathbed that Thalassa was not dead but he never did so. Even though it was never told in canon, I’m pretty sure it was also his fault that Thalassa had to leave her infant son, even though she cared about him enough to give away her heirloom bracelet.

Funny thing is, if only Zak came back to Trucy and begged for her forgiveness, she would’ve forgiven him. I mean, she would’ve yelled, cried, and punched him, but eventually said “Daddy, thank you for coming back. It would’ve been really hard for you. Don’t worry, my new daddy will prove your innocence, and we can find where mommy is.” But Zak didn’t. He cowardly chickened out and never showed his face to his daughter again, only visiting Phoenix to hand him his last gift for her. So he ended up believing that “I’m a murderer and my daughter thinks so too” until he was beaten to death by Kristoph. 

Arrow Fic: Now I See You ‘Til Kingdom Come

post-4x09 Olicity angst. “Their first night away, in a cheap motel near the airport in Coast City, he told her about standing on the mountaintop with Ra’s al Ghul.”

A/N: This is gonna be one of many. I have so many feels.

Title from “Three Rounds and a Sound” by Blind Pilot

Now I See You ‘Til Kingdom Come (AO3)

Their first night away, in a cheap motel near the airport in Coast City, he told her about standing on a mountaintop with Ra’s al Ghul. It was some kind of confession for him, and she didn’t know it then, but it was something he’d make a habit of on their trip around the world.

He told her about his time in Nanda Parbat and on Lian Yu, he told her about the Bratva brotherhood and the League of Assassins. He told her about torture and heartbreak and rebirth, and she held him while the weight lifted off his shoulders, a little bit at a time.

But that first night, he told her about falling off a mountain, and thinking of her.

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