i think i should just hold this up whenever i met new people

Storm In The Room certainly was an emotional roller coaster, but not in the way most of us were expecting. You have to know whenever you see one of the rooms of the temple appear, we’re going to be in for emotional whiplash.

Doubly so for Rose Quart’s room.

The one thing we have a tendency to forget is that the room seems to have one purpose: to show whoever possesses the Rose Quartz gem (aka Steven at this point) whatever it thinks they want. 

The room can only work with the information Steven already knows. Steven knows this. He says it several times. But given the circumstances, it’s easy to become overwhelmed and forget that. And the room? Just keeps on doing what it was designed to do. Steven wants to meet his mom?

Steven gets to meet his mom. 

Steven wants to play games with his mom? Steven gets to play games with his mom.

Steven needs reassurance? He’s told he’s wonderful the way he is and that his mother has been with him the whole time.

And it’s beautiful.

But it’s empty. 

Rose’s room holds no answers for him. It can’t tell him anything he doesn’t already know. The sudden reminder that his mother isn’t actually there is jarring. 

And the room, struggling to keep up with the sudden shift in Steven’s thoughts makes Rose dark, threatening and distant. She doesn’t answer any of Steven questions about Bismuth, Pink Diamond, the rebellion or her plans because the room simply doesn’t have the information to do so with.

Maybe they didn’t matter to you as much as hiding from the mess you made. And that’s why I’m here, isn’t it? Did you make me just so you wouldn’t have to deal with all your mistakes?

Steven is smart. Steven is perceptive. He was born into a situation that no one, let alone a child, should have to deal with. He’s strong, he’s capable, but in so many ways he has no one who truly understands what he’s going through. He’s human and gem, and while this gives him the strengths of both, it also makes him totally unique and new. He has an amazing support system, people who would do anything in this universe to help him. But in some ways he will always be alone. 

He’s never met Rose Quartz, the one individual that was the catalyst for the rebellion and its aftermath. Steven is going from the bedtime story/ fairy tale Rose Quartz presented to him from Greg and the gems to the reality behind the legend- something decisively less fairy tale like. That’s something that happens to a lot of us growing up, but in Steven’s situation it’s so much worse.

He never knew the Rose Quartz everyone idolized, but grew up knowing that everyone expected him to be just like her.  But as he learns more about her, he finds that there was so much more to her. She wasn’t necessarily the kind, generous, wise, strategic genius warrior she was painted as. She lied. She didn’t think things through. She made mistakes. She ran from those mistakes.

Everyone around him expects him to grow up to be just like Rose, and he’s not even sure he likes her. Turning into her is both his dream and his worst nightmare. 

We don’t know all the reasoning behind why Rose decided to become/create Steven. I have no doubt that it was definitely a strategic move on her part. She knew that Steven would be capable of doing things she never could, that in whatever was coming from Homeworld, she herself would not be able to do what was needed to save both Earth and whatever gems would come their way.

But I also have no doubt that it was a labor of love, that she absolutely would want Steven to exist without having to deal with her problems, IF that was possible. Steven had watched the tape his mom made for him, so the room? It knew what Steven needed to be reminded of.

I get it. I know you didn’t want me to deal with your problems. But you’re a part of me now. I have to deal with what you left behind. 

Whether Steven’s creation was a strategic move on Rose’s part or not is a moot point. He’s here and he has to handle the problems she left in her wake. He’s growing up and he needs answers. And as he’s coming to find, those answers aren’t necessarily easy to deal with. 

But, when it comes down it, Steven isn’t alone. Maybe his support system isn’t perfect, but it doesn’t have to be. They love him, they love each other, and they’ll get through this together.

Sometimes what’s let behind isn’t so bad after all. 

anonymous asked:

53 andreil for the prompt thingy???

53: “Darling, stop.” 

They’re in the chilly fluorescent produce section, Neil steering the cart and Andrew catching it whenever he finds chocolate-covered berries or cartons of blended sugary juice to add to the pile. Neil’s got his old jersey conspicuously clashing with their new team’s red sweats, a dark bandana twisted up in his hair. It’s almost closing, and everything feels a bit cool and loose like no one’s really supposed to be awake.

When Neil’s busy bagging carrots Andrew gets his arms folded over the handle of the shopping cart, this stupid black t-shirt all stretched out at the neck, wire-framed glasses perched on his nose, mouth flat. Neil’s sort of fond of Andrew wearing his glasses in public, and he finds himself walking backwards in front of the cart as it’s pushed, openly watching him. Andrew picks the pace up just enough to bump heavily into his shins.

Neil smiles, looping his fingers through his end of the cart so they each have a side, rolling lopsidedly towards the opening of an aisle.

“Stop making things difficult.”

“Let me drive the cart.”

Andrew regards him, fair eyebrows raised. “You’re a control freak.”

Neil laughs, startled. “You let three people total drive your car. You wouldn’t even let Sir or King in our bed for the first three months we had them. You bartered for my secrets when we met, Andrew. ”

“And?” Andrew asks, examining a box of cake mix.

“I don’t think you should be talking about controlling personalities.”

Andrew ignores him, tossing the box in the cart and pushing it back towards Neil. “Go get your diet plan shit.”

Neil makes a face. “It’s our diet plan.”

“I am not willfully drinking skimmed milk.” Andrew crosses to the bags of jumbo marshmallows and Neil pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I’ll put it in your hot chocolate.”

“You’ll die,” Andrew says simply.

Neil jostles the cart into Andrew’s side, and he drops the marshmallows back on the shelf, unimpressed. “Meet me at the front in five. I’m getting actual food to sustain actual people.”

Andrew shrugs and turns to wander out of the aisle, dragging the cart the wrong way behind him.

Neil coughs so he doesn’t laugh, senselessly thrilled. He jogs back towards the meat section, threading through coolers and displays until he finds the turkey bacon and lean chicken breasts that they live on. He’s frowning at an especially lifeless beige cut of fish when he’s wrenched around by the arm.

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lurkeymclurker  asked:

What do you think it'd be like if one of the Rogue One members had survived? How would that effect the original trilogy and how would they cope with everything?

Cassian didn’t talk, at first. There didn’t seem anything else to say.

.

Mothma came at some point. Cassian woke up and she was at his bedside, sitting ramrod-straight, so very tall and white, even moreso washed out by the lights of the medbay. (She made him think of the columns on Imenthe—natural salt deposits like spires, like teeth ringing the great and violent sea. He killed a man there, got blood on all that white, white salt. And afterward he had sat in the sand, watched the tide come in and wash it all away.

Mon Mothma always made him think of Imenthe.)

She was studying his face now, and Cassian raised his eyebrows at her. She smiled a little. “Ah, Captain. I—have spent the last half-hour trying to decide what I would say.” 

She was quiet a moment, then the smile turned rueful. “I’m still not certain whether there is anything I could say.”

Cassian snorted, shut his eyes again. After a moment, he felt a very cool hand pressed to his forehead. “Cassian,” Mothma said, and there was something almost human in her voice, a thing like kindness. “Cassian, you saved us. How will we ever repay you?”

The meddroid had been very clear, he wasn’t supposed to move unassisted. Cassian risked it to turn his head away, screwing his eyes so tightly shut that he could see those little floating stars flare to life behind his eyelids.

Mothma drew her hand away. 

He heard her stand, the chair scraping a little as she did. “Bodhi Rook was released from bacta suspension last night,” she said, and her voice was cool again, impersonal. “He is expected to make a full recovery. The technicians are still working to fully recover K-2SO’s backup, but…I believe this means you were more than just successful in your mission, Captain. You brought everyone home.

“I thought you might be interested to know,” Mothma added after a moment. Her boots made a sharp, clipped noise on the stone floor, and then she was gone. 

Cassian went back to sleep.

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(He only vaguely remembers what happened after Scarif. The adrenaline wore away quickly after Krennic was dead, and in its place came a rising pain, pain like the firestorm that engulfed Jedha. By the time they stumbled from the lifttube, Jyn was the only thing holding him upright; Jyn was telling him, cassian cassian c’mon, just a little farther, okay? just a little—it’ll be over soon, you can rest, I’ll let you rest, just—just—

But the rest is a scattered succession of images, half-memories: the sound of a ship’s engine overhead, and Jyn shouting here, we’re here!, a heavy weight on Cassian’s chest and screams he couldn’t make out (was that him screaming?) too much pain—he thinks he passed out once or twice; someone asking for his medical history and Cassian slurring, ask kaytoo, he keeps my records, before remembering—

I can’t feel my legs, he said at one point, he remembers that. Jyn’s face swimming into his vision, the red of blood streaked across her cheek. I can’t…that’s not good, is it, if I can’t…

Flickering lights, medical jargon he couldn’t understand. Someone saying spine, and spine again. (Every time he shut his eyes he could feel himself falling again, the whip-bang of the metal landing—) His spine again. Jyn’s voice, high and tight, saying yes, okay, yes. do whatever you have to.

When he woke up in the medbay on Yavin, he was alone.)

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Cassian’s dreams were confused, a muddled haze of dead sentients clawing at his skin and his mother’s face—out of focus, distant and cold as a moon; he barely remembered enough of her to dream it anymore—and then suddenly, a cool pressure on his mind, rippling outwards. He was standing at the edge of a vast ocean, breathing in the cold tang of salt and the water. 

It was quiet.

He exhaled, and then he was lying in the medbay, and the sound of waves beating against the shore was just the thrum of blood in his ears.

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Shakespeare (Part I)

Harry X Reader (AU)

In which Harry is a poetic frat boy who just so happens to be the TA for your new English class.

Author’s note: This is gonna be a multi-part fic!! I’m really excited for it and would love any and all feedback. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Xo


You aren’t a newbie, but your frazzled appearance might portray you that way.

Autumn air nips at your cheeks as you rush around the corner and continue along the edge of the sidewalk. Your feet carry you around other students who aren’t as pressed for time. They give you amused side-glances  as you hustle into the entrance of the closest brick building.

This was supposed to be your semester, the one where you get to class early and rewrite your notes by hand and get straight As. But one-too-many snoozed alarms later and your first day of classes has become your worst nightmare.

You take the stairs two at a time, and are rushing through the doorway to the second floor when you slam full force into a particularly solid shoulder. You’re knocked off balance and a flurry of papers careen through the air to scatter the floor around you.

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Tutor Me? ReggiexReader! Part 1

Hey guys, so here is part 1 of my mini fic. So this part is probably pretty boring, but I wanted to just kinda set the story up! Pleaaaaase leave feedback in my ask and let me know if you want part 2 or if this part is just too shit. Thanks darls. 

PART 2 HERE.

PART 3 HERE.

EPILOGUE (SMUT) HERE.

Originally posted by ryan-coogler

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Pink Floyd

Originally posted by riverdaleselite

A/N: I’M BACK… and so soon as well. Enjoy, beautiful (yes, I’m talking to you).

Request:  Hi honey ! <3 I was wondering if you could write an imagine, where Jughead always sees a little girl in Pop’s, she eats ice cream or drink milkshakes after school, and she is really talkatvive, annoys him a lot, but she reminds him so much of Jellybean so he never was mean to her, only in playful way, and when he find out, that she has a cute older sister at his age (reader) he likes her even more ? ^^

Word Count: 1,913

Warnings: None

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Byun Baekhyun//True Colours

Originally posted by bakakhyunbacon

Summary: You attend a supernatural college, and after an eventful first meeting, you develop a heavy dislike for Baekhyun, as he’s your natural rival - a vampire. But things are strange for you, because as the months go by, you can’t figure out if you’re simply using the rivalry as an excuse to avoid facing your fears.
Scenario: college!AU, supernatural!AU, angst
Word Count: 7,599

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Block B as the Mafia + How He Met You

|||Anon asked: After reading your Monsta X mafia reaction and the other ones, I was wondering if you could do one for Block B too|||


Zico/Woo Jiho

Originally posted by mayfifolle

  • There are many gangs in Seoul but his is definitely the worst
  • Literally 5 minutes before chaos
  • When he was little he thought about taking over the city and now he’s one of the most badass leaders out there
  • Successfully robbed a bank once, so now he does it every month, just to see if he can get caught
  • No mercy for anyone who interferes with his work

You were working at the bank when they raided it. As stubborn as you were you always got into dangerous situations. You were asked to get the money but refused to comply.

“What the fuck did you just say? Bring her here.” he told his men.

“Can you repeat that honey?” he asked taking hold of your chin.

“I said go get them yourself you fuck!” and you tried to spit him in the face but he avoided it at the last second.

“Woah! Feisty! Get her in the truck.”


Lee Taeil

Originally posted by fuck-photo-s-blog

  • Definitely not the one you should mess with.
  • His appearance may seem innocent but he’s far from that.
  • Enjoys torturing people not only for info but also for fun because on who else can you test the new weapons.
  • Has a massive truck and will run you over if you get in his way.
  • Gets a tattoo for every big, difficult but successful mission.

You didn’t know about his work because even though you two knew each other from childhood, he has become distant lately. One night he came knocking on your door all beaten up.

“Taeil! What the hell?”

“Oh yeah, I never told you. I’m in the mafia.” he laughed.

“What? How can you joke in this condition?”

“Can you help me out here. I will tell you everything later.” he said slumping down on the sofa.


B Bomb/Lee Minhyuk

Originally posted by my-galaxy-supernova

  • This one is sneaky. Really sneaky.
  • Can steal so much in a small amount of time that nobody even notices he was there.
  • Likes to play mahjong with Pyo and Ukwon. But they don’t.
  • He always cheats and it’s impossible to catch him doing that.
  • As he wins most of the time, he has been banned from a lot of casinos,, that doesn’t stop him from going to them though.
  • Loves those tiny bb bombs

He was just kicked out from the casino when he saw you standing beside the building, smoking. He came up to you and took the cigarette out of your mouth.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be smoking.” he said putting it out.

“That’s none your bussiness.”

But he ignored you and took you by the arm.

“Say, if you get me inside the casino, I could make this evening way more interesting for both of us.”


Ahn Jaehyo

Originally posted by jaehyohoe

  • Seems to be a pro at making any kind of black market deals.
  • But he’s actually not, he’s just really lucky.
  • Is pretty much lost all the time and without meaning any harm gets in a lot of trouble.
  • But also that way he made a lot of new strong allies.
  • Travels a lot around the country because of his work.

You have been making deals with him for as long as you can remember, so it didn’t bother you anymore when he called you to get him out of trouble.

“Jaehyo! What happened this time?” you asked, picking him up as he was barely able to stand.

“Wrong time, wrong place.” he smirked.

“As always. Come. I will patch you up.”


U-Kwon/Kim Yukwon

Originally posted by hikaricassio

  • Loves guns and the smell after you shoot somebody.
  • Likes to hunt his enemies, making them scared and begging for their life.
  • Even though he’s a very skilled assassin, he only takes those offers that can be of value to him as well.
  • As opposing to others, he doesn’t mind working in the daylight and can even kill somebody in a centre of a busy street.
  • Slaps Minhyuk in the face whenever he loses against him.

You worked as a guard for his target. He thought it will be easy to deal with you but you were expecting him and slammed him down on the ground.

“Okay, so I guess I will have to get serious.” he told breaking free from your grasp and pointing his gun at your head.

“Now be a good girl and tell me where my target is.”


P.O/Pyo Jihoon

Originally posted by unniesgirl

  • How did even this ball of sunshine get in the mafia I have no idea.
  • Can seem intimidating but he actually prefers talking to violence.
  • Grew up in the mafia business but ran away from his father gang because he was too strict.
  • Is very quick in knocking his opponents unconscious.
  • Then apologises to their seemingly lifeless bodies.

You were following his father’s orders to keep an eye on him. You were aware that he noticed you a couple of days ago but decided not to act on it when you felt his hand on your neck.

“Stay still. It’s more than easy for me to break it now.” he told you and you complied.

“My father doesn’t send just anyone, so you must be important. You will have to come with me.”


Park Kyung

Originally posted by alittlebitblockbbias

  • The second most important person in the gang and Jiho’s right hand
  • He may seem all nice and stuff but he’s actually been plotting to overtake Jiho’s position as the leader
  • Makes it easy for others to trust him but in reality he’s a great liar and can betray you for his own gain
  • He’s the one who finds new, secluded hideouts for the gang
  • He’s also the one who makes the plans for all the missions

He met you at a fancy party for big shots. He has been watching you all evening, so you finally decided to approach him.

“If you have something to say then do it.”

“Oh no, I was just thinking that a party like this doesn’t suit you.” he smirked.

“Is that so?”

“Here.” he said extending his hand. “Come with me. I will show you something much more interesting.”


A/N: Feel free to request more scenarios, reactions  etc. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😉

The Painter’s Muse

OMG ANON THANK YOU! I always love getting requests, they’re so fun. I hope you like it anon! Tbh, I never considered writing a Minghao imagine, but I like how it ended up(:

Originally posted by mountean

Pairing: Minghao/Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU

Summary: You’ve sworn you seen the girl in the painting, staring contently at you, you just don’t remember ever posing for the picture centuries before. 

Author’s note: I never really thought of writing a soulmate AU, but I decided that a reincarnation one was the only one that makes sense. I read soulmate AU’s a lot, and I love them, it’s just sometimes things don’t add up. Thats why Minghao’s names are different in his past life times, because I feel like that makes the most sense, also I just FINISHED GOBLIN. Which plays with the same idea and I will forever be obsessed with the grim reaper and sunny. THEY WERE SO DAMN CUTE. Someone hold me, I’m still recovering from the drama. 

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Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst, slight swearing, death of a child, some fluff 

Word count: 2090

Summary: After a hunt gone terribly wrong the reader reveals a little secret to Dean to comfort him.

A/N: Omg guys I almost cried while writing the first half of this. Btw if someone already wrote a fic like this I’m gonna die. I was so proud when I had this idea lol. Gif is not mine [x] 

Silence. Silence was surrounding you; it weighed heavy on your chest and made you feel helpless and lost.

Dean drove the Impala through the dark night without saying one word. His grip on the steering wheel was so tight that you could see his knuckles turning white. The only sounds you could hear were the engine of Baby and the rain which drummed wildly on the roof of the car. Sam was fast asleep after the exhausting hunt you guys had just finished. You on the other hand couldn’t sleep; you were trying to focus on which raindrop would make it down the window, you were staring at, the fastest. Images of the hunt that had gone terribly wrong flashed through your mind. Tears burned in your eyes, blinking them away quickly you tried to think of something else.

This time it was really bad. It had been a kid. Jake Simmons.

The three of you had tried everything to save him in time before the vampire who had captured Jake and his parents, who were dead long before him, could hurt him.

When you had arrived at the nest it was too late. The little boy, who was no more than five years old had laid there on the cold floor of an abandoned warehouse. His clothes were all bloody and his teddy bear was a few feet away from him, also stained with blood.

Every time you closed your eyes, the sight of his lifeless body would send shivers down your spine.

So you silently sat in the backseat, with Jake’s bloody teddy bear clutched in your shaking hands, while trying to ignore the urge to cry uncontrollably.

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EVAK FANFICS RECS / PART 4

ONESHOTS:

  • I’ll take you as you are by Behindthecities
    Summary: Even can’t sleep so Isak draw’s him a bath.

  • One More Second by kosekardemomme
    Summary: Isak invites the boys over to hang out with Even, for the first time with just them, just after Christmas. “Evak” can’t keep their hands off each other, though.

  • isak x even | dance so good by BloonStuff
    Summary: When Isak happens upon Even out of bed in the first time in a few days, he decides to make the most of the moment. 

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Covert Affair (Request)

Taeyong x Reader

Word Count: 4.3k 

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Suggested child neglect and miscarriage 

A/N: I’ve never had to put a warning before for a scenario.. It isn’t too prominent, tbh it’s more hinted than anything, but I just put them as warnings just incase.. So please read with caution if those are sensitive topics! But this was requested by  t h e  Taeyong stan and lord, it has stretched me out of my comfort zone ngl 

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Negan imagines -The Blame Part 9

Originally posted by kendaspntwd

A/N: Doesn’t it feel good to be back?! I have missed this fic and I have missed The Walking Dead. I am so excited for this half of the season and so excited to see where I can take this fic :) So Happy Valentine’s day sweeties and I hope this is okay for y’all :)

Catch up here (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)(Part 5)(Part 6)(Part 7)(Part 8)

Overall Summary: You’re the one who accidentally led the Saviours to the group cause Negan has an interest in you. Rick’s daughter.

In this chapter: Living with Negan has some conditions. Some conditions you’re not too happy with…

Pairing: Negan x reader, Father!Rick x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 1,622

Warnings: Explicit language, Negan being Negan, 

Your fingers circled over Negan’s chest as it rose and fell with his shallow breathing. He had his eyes closed in bliss and his arm wrapped around you. 

“Negan?” You whispered. Negan hummed in response. However before you could ask what you wanted, a knock on the door interrupted you. 

“What?!” Negan called from his bed. The door opened and in came Dwight along with two other of Negan’s men. 

“Sir. Sorry, Sir.” One of the men apologised as they had interrupted. Negan climbed from the bed and pulled on his jeans. 

“What’s so damn important you just had to interrupt when I specifically said not to?” Negan asked, he tossed you one of his shirts as he had ripped your own and then picked your panties off the floor. He threw them at you with a hearty chuckle.

“Negan.” Dwight reminded him that they had news. 

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Whatever else you might want to say about STAR WARS fandom, I have SO MUCH AFFECTION for it, there are so many people writing really good stories and drawing really beautiful art and coming up with really great scenarios and especially in PT fandom there’s a group of people that I never have to apologize for being a fan of the prequels. I don’t have to feel like I’m expected to preface everything with qualifiers, instead I can just whole-heartedly embrace what I love and that it’s good for me, that I honestly enjoy it genuinely, that this part of fandom absolutely embraces the good and loves these characters and this world/galaxy with me.

Every time I sink into a really good fic, when I come out of it, I remember, yes, I am so glad to be here, I’m so glad there are others who are filled with just as much genuine love for these characters as I am. So here’s another list of fics that give me that happy, fizzy feeling of being in a fandom I love. (Fic recs every Wednesday.)

STAR WARS FIC RECS:
Soldier, Poet, King by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon & mace & dooku & palpatine & cast, sith!obi-wan, 91.9k wip
   Second chances are very rarely given, but the Force smiles upon two of its favorite children and returns them to a time before their actions have met their consequences. Anakin Skywalker, also known as Darth Vader, seeks redemption while Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi, disillusioned with the Jedi Order and its Code, falls to the Darkness.
Capture and Release by Rocket_Sith, obi-wan/anakin, some bondage, 13.9k wip
   Anakin’s past comes back to haunt him unexpectedly during a mission. What starts as Obi-Wan’s attempt to help him face his fears takes on a life of its own and evolves into so much more.
wicked thing by imaginarykat, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cast, nsfw, sith!obi-wan, 97.3k wip
   In which Anakin recognises the Council has made a decision, but given that it’s a stupid ass decision, he elects to ignore it.
untitled by writegowrite, obi-wan/anakin, modern au, ~1k
   prompt: 40. exes meeting again after not speaking for years au
Time To Go by light_mantled_albatross, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 19.7k
   A version of the “Anakin doesn’t find Ventress at the end of season 5, with the result that Ahsoka gets Dramatically Sentenced To Death” plotline.
untitled Supreme Chancellor Obi-Wan fic by stonefreeak, obi-wan & anakin, 4.4k
   ask: do Anakin and Obi-Wan FINALLY talk after Anakin’s panic attack? Even a little??
Echoes of Mortis by wreckageofstars, obi-wan & anakin/padme & ahsoka, 67.3k
   Post-Mortis Arc AU. In a universe where the Father failed to take away Anakin’s vision of the future, the Hero With No Fear struggles with the knowledge of what he will become and the knowledge of who, exactly, is responsible. Drastic steps are taken and in the process things go a little bit…sideways.
Conspiracy Theorist Obi-Wan Kenobi by tcf-dendral, obi-wan & cast, 1.1k
   His hindsight, Obi-Wan thinks, was not twenty-twenty in this instance, and he wishes he had thought ahead to the possible consequences of what seemed like an inconsequential action at the time. Mostly, he would do better in the future to remember how information, true or not, tends to spread like wildfire across the HoloNet.
untitled by phosphorescent-naidheachd, padme & cast, ~1k
   Picture Padmé – not a Sith, not particularly Force sensitive, but Palpatine’s protégé and confidant nonetheless.
Do Not Compel Me So by Mithrigil, anakin & cast, 1k
   Anakin has always had an easy time getting what he wants. (He never means to do it.)
untitled by cadesama, anakin & aphra, 1k
   windona asked: Prompt: Pre-ESB, Vader has a chance to send a message to Luke without Luke knowing it’s Vader.
untitled by stonefreeak, obi-wan & palpatine, 1.4k
   prompt: Obi-Wan gets a bit grumpy with a droid. He shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t - Jedi ways and all that. But it’s private and he has too much to deal with without an analysis droid rating his performance as Chancellor
Let your heart be light by imaginedestiel, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 5.1k
   Obi-Wan does his best to keep Anakin warm while they celebrate a little time off together.
hold the harmony (breathe) by engmaresh, obi-wan/anakin/padme, 1.7k
   Of course their ship crashed. Of course there’s a blizzard, with no hope for immediate help. But they’ve got blankets, food, and well, each other. In which Anakin and Padme invite Obi-Wan into their bed blanket fort.
Death’s Shade by Susan Zell, obi-wan & anakin & cast, 30.9k
   A devious plot by the enemy is initiated that could wipe out the Jedi without firing a weapon, leaving Obi-wan Kenobi fighting for his last breath as Anakin races to save him.

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anonymous asked:

Yay for this new blog! Wishing y'all the best! ahh 😍 Can I pls request Jackson Wang jealous smut? Thank you lovelies xx

Originally posted by j-miki

Jacksonsnoona435- Did you see Jackson and ___ together? They were so cute ^^
Got7ornever- Woah can they go out already? I bet Jaebum is mad Jackson got to ___ First keke
Cookielover804- I hope ___ realizes how lucky she is. Our Jackson is such a sweetheart

“Wow I can’t believe they actually think we’re a couple” You chuckled as your body laid across the living room couch in got7’s new dorm. Scrolling through the comments underneath the new picture Jackson had posted of the two of you wearing matching black hoodies and army pants while sharing a large banana spilt dessert, you were surprised how many fans thought you and the idol were dating.

“I told you to change before we went out. But ‘no, this outfit made my butt look good Jackson’ so now look where that got us.” Jackson’s voice came from below as he sat crossed legged on the floor as his back rested against the leg of the sofa. Looking up at you with his adorable smile, he wasted no time in taking the phone away from your hands and looked at the comments. “Jackson oppa is so cool…No wonder ___ is in love with him’. Well I can’t argue with that I am pretty awesome.” His once cheeky grin turned cocky as he winked up at you only to earn a pillow thrown in his face.

“Oh please, clearly you’re the one in love with me. I mean…look at these abs” You playfully lifted up your shirt to reveal no abs what so ever, just a soft stomach which was slightly fuller due to the meal you two had not too long ago.

“Oh yes…very sexy indeed.” The brunette rolled his eyes before the sudden vibration of your phone in his hands made him turn his attention to it.

{New Message: Alex]: I can’t wait to see you tonight ;-)

[New Message: Alex]: You looked so pretty yesterday in class. Ah I couldn’t concentrate

“So you’re going out with Alex again huh? What is this? The fifth date?” Jackson questioned while getting up from the floor. Handing out the phone to you, you couldn’t contain the blush rising to your cheeks as you typed out a quick reply to Alex.

“Yeah, I think he might ask to finally be my boyfriend. I’m really nervous for tonight. I hope everything goes well.” You called out from the couch as you could hear the idol moving around the kitchen most likely getting something to drink. Once you saw him walk back into the room with two bottles of water, you took one from his hand with a thankful smile and sat up straight.

“Are you sure you even like the guy? I mean it’s only the fifth date anything can happen. Plus I heard he’s a huge flirt around campus.” Jackson spoke out as he made himself comfortable on the couch beside you. Making you move on the cushions so he could rest his head in your lap, you were quick to push him away to hear a small groan leave his mouth. “Oh come on, I’m only telling you the truth!”

“Whatever Jackson. I’m not going to sit here and listen to you talk crap about a guy, who I happen to like very much by the way, and you hardly even know. So you know what. I’ll just leave early and get ready for my date. I’ll see you later.” You replied while getting up from the couch to grab your things.

You could hear the brunette calling out your name from behind but his words prior had turned your mood. Closing the door harder than expected, the idol was now left by himself.

[Later that night]

[New Message to: Jackson <3] You were right….

[Text]: He already had a girlfriend. She showed up at the restaurant!

[Text]: I’m so embarrassed right now…I’m coming over. I just need someone to talk to.

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“The little piece of shi-“

“Jackson, please. I just want to forget the whole thing happened. He wasn’t worth it anyways.” You mumbled as your stared down at your bare feet tapping against the rug in Jackson’s room. The moment you walked into the restaurant and saw Alex with his girlfriend should have been your signal to leave. But you were too foolish and walked up to the two. Alex knew he was caught red handed but his girlfriend was oblivious to the fact of you and him have been seeing each other for a few weeks.

Not one to cause drama in a public setting, you sat down with the two for a few minutes, using the excuse of dropping off notes to the boy so he wouldn’t have to explain to his girlfriend why he was meeting up with another girl at such a late hour. The act you put on was so good, his girl even gave you her phone number. Now, Shannon, has a permanent place in your contact list.

“I can’t believe you actually stayed that long. I swear, Y/N, you’re too nice sometimes.” Jackson caught off your train of thoughts as he wrapped an arm around you. Pulling you into his warm chest as he made you two lay down on his bed. The simple act alone wasn’t anything sexual. You and Jackson had been known to be two people who loved physical contact. Even with your friends from middle school, they gave you the nickname Koala because you always gave the best hugs.

Wrapping your arms around him, your head buried into the crook of his neck as you allowed two small tears to spill down your face. “I just feel so stupid. Why do I always end up with these types of guys. There must be something wrong with me.”

“No. Don’t say that. You’re perfect just the way you are. Sure, the guys you date are shitty. But that doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you. It’s them that has the issue.” Jackson’s breath danced against your shoulder as you felt his fingers tenderly running through your curled hair.

“You’re only saying that because you’re my best friend.” Your voice came out a soft whisper as you focused on the other’s gentle touches. Hearing something that sounded like an annoyed grunt coming from Jackson, you pulled back a little to look up and see his eyebrows pulled together as he seemed to be staring down at you in deep thought. “Jackson?”

“Do you think I only say these things because you’re my best friend? Really ____. Do you honestly think that’s the only reason?” He questioned as the hand stroking the ends of your hair traveled higher to the back of your neck as his index finger brushed against your skin.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You lied. You both knew it was a lie by the way your voice cracked the moment you felt his palm press down lightly as he gripped your neck to make you stare into his eyes.

“You know…” Jackson’s voice turned low and husky as his eyes stayed yours as he pulled you closer to his body. Using his free hand to hold onto your waist, a small smile was given as he watched your leg move to lay against his side. “I always get so jealous when I see you going out with these guys. How lucky they are to be in your presence and they don’t even know it.” He confessed as both of you began to breath harder and nothing but a simple change it position had happened.

“So… you’re jealous?” You bit down on your lower lip to conceal your grin. Everyone knew you had a crush on Jackson the moment you met him three years ago. Working for your father’s gym and training young adults over the summer. You would have never suspected Jackson Wang who was a rookie idol at the time to walk into the gym. One thing lead to another and the two of you ended up meeting once a month for workouts. Those workouts soon turned into hang outs with turned into you constantly staying at Got7’s dorm whenever the group wasn’t promoting. The two of you created a bond that was stronger than any friendship you’ve ever had.

A low chuckle left the young man’s lips as his tongue slipped out to tease you. “Me? Jealous?!…Of course, I was jealous. It should have been me taking you out of dates and treat you like the queen you are.  But with work, I knew it wasn’t right for me to confess and have you waiting here all the time while I’m overseas. I just couldn’t picture us being in a relationship where I’m never home to see you. You don’t deserve that. You should be with someone who has the time to spoil you and be there 24/7.” Jackson finally let the secret he’s been holding in for nearly two years spill as his grip around your waist tightened as though he was scared you were going to leave him. “I just want to see you happy. Even if that means it’s not with me.”

Watching as the brunette closed his eyes; waiting to hear your rejection. He inhaled deeply and let out a shaky breath as he felt you small hand cup his cheek.

“Jackson…Look at me.” You said his name softly and smiled when you saw his brown orbs again. Allowing your thumb to stroke over the rough stubble against his cheek. You loved seeing his bare face when he went without shaving for a few days. He may call them flaws but to you, it made him even more handsome. “Do you really think I wouldn’t be happy with you? I don’t care you have to travel all the time. Your job is very important and you’re doing what you love. As long as you’re happy that’s all I care about. So if that means I’ll only be seeing you a couple times a month once you guys start promoting again, I’m completely fine with that. I’ve liked you since they first day we meant, stupid.” You playfully flicked the idol’s forehead only to have him grab your wrist and flip the two of you over as he laid on top of you.

“So you like me too huh?” The confident smirk he had earlier that day made its appearance once again as you could feel Jackson’s heart beating. Wasting no time to claim your lips for a heated kiss. The desperation the two of you felt for those two and a half years had finally been released.

The night everything happened so fast. Clothes were thrown places neither of you cared about as your soft whimpers and his deep grunts filled the room. Exchanging meaningful ‘I love yous’ and ‘Let’s just stay like this a little longer.’ You were surprised none of the guys had walked in to see what was happening between the two of you.

“I love you so much,” Jackson whispered against your lips as his hips worked to hit deep within your walls. Making your legs wrap tightly around his waist, the sweat began to roll down the side of his face as he felt his release building up. Rough kisses were given to your mouth down to your collar bones as the brunette made sure to leave his mark in several places along your chest. You were his now and the scratch lines you left on his back proved he was yours.

“Come for me baby. I want you to come first.” He grunted as his pace quickened. Leaning back to reach his hand down to play with your clit. The teasing of his thumb brushing against the sensitive bud made your toes curl in ecstasy.

“Jackson…Please.”

“You’re almost there….Come for me”

“Fuck!” You hissed as your essence dripped down your thighs. Weak arms moving to wrap around the other’s shoulders. You held on tightly to him as your sensitive walls squeezed around his dick. Encouraging him to finish as well.

Hearing your love give his last grunt as you felt him suddenly pull out to coat your thighs with his own release. Both of you then collapsed on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.  Everything had changed now. Now longer were you two best friends. Instead, you were lovers. Or were you that already? The question was one both of you knew the moment Jackson turned on the bed too wipe away the sweat on your cheek and smiled

“So I guess this means we’re together now?”

“I guess so.”

“See, and you said my fans were crazy.” The brunette chuckled and held you close to his chest, only to receive a soft slap on the arm.

“Yeah, whatever…just don’t get cocky.”

“Um…it’s a little too late for that don’t you think, baby~”  

Home (Grayson)

• ALWAYS • A Grayson Dolan one-shot series.

You laid flat on Grayson’s side of the bed burying your face in his pillow. There was something so comforting about the scent of him even when he wasn’t with you. You inhaled deep and tried to calm your shaky breaths. You had been crying on and off all day. You had your fair share of bad days but today had been the worst. Your boss yelled at you for some missing paperwork you had forgotten to fill out last week. It was an honest mistake but she hadn’t given you the time to explain that. Your job was now on the line and there was little to nothing you could do to change it. It was days like these that you just wanted to run back home and re-think everything. That’s when the tears began to fall from your eyes. Home. You missed everything about it. The small-town people, your family, friends, even your old crappy job at the gas station. At least things were familiar there. You were now stuck in L.A. a city based on nothing but superficial beauty and view and like counts. You picked up your phone and swiped over your mom’s name. It rang three times before her voice filled your ears. 


“What happened, baby?”

She knew instantaneously. It was crazy how in tune she was to your thoughts and feelings even when you were miles apart.

“Everything happened, Mom.” Your voice broke. “I can’t handle this anymore. It’s so hard being away from you, the rest of our family, all my old friends, even our dog.”

“Oh honey.” She sighed. “What about Grayson? I mean of course you know you’re welcome home whenever you want but you need to talk to him about this. It’s a decision he should be a part of.”

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anonymous asked:

Clark needs relationship advice and goes to the guys at the League. They ask who is dating and it just so happens to be Bruce Wayne's sister. Possessive Batman and sweet Clark trying to impress and earn the approval of Bruce.

Hi, thank you for the request! This was really fun to explore and write. I do have to apologize for the abrupt end but this request inspired me to explore a series between the two! It’s an overused theme but it’s a theme I want to explore, nonetheless. Close to 2000 words! Hope you enjoy!

“So what is she like?” Barry kicks his feet up and places it at the edge of the coffee table. It was one of those days where crime around the world did not require everyone’s attention and was pretty lax, undemanding almost.

A smile appears on Clark’s face the moment he thinks of you. “Just one of the most amazing person I know, beside my mum.” You were truly one of a kind – Clark doesn’t think he has ever met anyone quite like you. What attracted him to you initially had been the kindness you had shown to the everyday, average people despite your statute and power that one day you dropped by Metropolis. Your looks were just an added bonus for him – Clark didn’t mind as much.

Not only that, between the time he has seen you as well as exchange conversations with you, Clark knows that you are a very smart, independent woman – one that knows what sort of dreams they want to achieve in life and Clark thinks he first took notice of his growing crush on you when the two of you had this casual debate about farming equipment and the latest technology that can be used for agriculture. “Yeah, she’s amazing.” Clark nods his head.

Barry chuckles. “I would like to think so.” When Clark sends him a curious look, Barry proceeds to explain. “You have the same expression I do when I talk about Iris.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly and Clark smiles to himself. He has seen the love the speedster has for his wife. Iris West-Allen is a lovely woman indeed.

“Hey, what’s this? Are we having some sort of team meeting that I don’t know of?” Oliver walks in with Arthur in tow. The two of them had gone out earlier to do some superhero business in their respective areas – Oliver in Central City and Arthur in Atlantis.  

“Highly doubt that, my friend.” Arthur says lightly as he pads to the sofa, dropping himself beside Barry. “Besides that, Bruce is not here too. I reckon everyone is off doing their own things right now.” Arthur points out and Oliver shrugs his shoulders before taking a seat beside Clark.

“So what are we talking about? Can Arthur and I get a recap?”

“Relationship advice.” Clark speaks up. “I wanted to ask for relationship advice and since Barry had been the only one here earlier…” He trails off before looking at the three men in front of him. “We have been seeing each other exclusively for three months now – before that it was just small talks here and there and the occasional coffee dates whenever she’s in Metropolis or I am in Gotham – and I really want to take our relationship to the next step.” Clark confesses.

“The way you phrased it sounded as if you want to marry her, Clark.” Oliver tells him offhandedly, patting Clark on the back. He smirks when he catches sight of the way Clark’s cheeks redden. “Well, is she opposed to you taking the relationship to the next step? Did she not show you any signs?”

Clark tries to think of a time when you weren’t, to be quite honest, he is coming up dry. You have always shown interest in a lot of the things he does, even the mundane things like which fertilizers should he get for his Pa or what type of paint should he get for his Ma’s new room. Clark is somewhat sure you have been dropping hints – more than he can count, now that he thinks about it – the entire time you are together. The smile on his face grows bigger.

“She has.” Clark agrees. “Multiple times.”

Barry claps his hands. “Then I see no point for you to be holding back. Maybe you can ask her next time.”

Bruce chooses that moment to step in. “Ask who what?” He asks gruffly, padding across the room to take a seat in front of the big screens. He immediately begins loading the police file cases and lets his computer run it through the database he has before turning to face the rest of the guys. 

“Good question.” Arthur pipes up. “Who is your girlfriend? I think that might have escaped the conversation earlier." 

Clark glances at Bruce before answering. "Y/N.”

Bruce frowns. “That’s my - No.” He shakes his head when epiphany strikes. “Of all the women, Clark?” His voice is very controlled now but everyone can hear the anger bubbling beneath it. Though they are somewhat confused as to what the connection is.

Oliver had been the first one to get the reference before he began guffawing. “Man, this is priceless.” He pretends to wipe a tear away, still laughing at the absurdity of the entire situation.

Barry pulls his feet away from the coffee table and sits up straight. “Is Y/N related to Bruce?” He catches on before looking at Bruce’s stiff posture. Arthur seems content to keep his opinions to himself as he stares at his two friends having a stare-down.

“Y/N is a wonderful woman,” Clark starts but Bruce shakes his head. 

“I know that! She’s my sister!” He snaps, crossing his arms. “I don’t want you to date her.”

Clark furrows his eyebrows. “That isn’t up to you, Bruce.” He shakes his head. Just thinking about breaking up with you is already causing him a headache and chest pains. “Y/N and I are happy.”

Bruce narrows his eyes at Clark. 

“Man, I wish I had some popcorn for this.” Barry comments before snapping his fingers. He zooms away and returns with three bags of popcorns, of which he handed two to Oliver and Arthur. “This is better than any drama series they are showing on TV.” He fakes whispers. 

Bruce and Clark shoots him a (withering) glare before looking at each other again. 

“Y/N is the best thing that has ever happened to me, Bruce. She makes me happy and she understands my work - our job.” Clark tries once more. He knows how highly you think of your brother - the two of you had once talked through Skype about the amount of things your brother had sacrificed just to give you some semblance of a “normal” life, as normal as a Wayne can get, that is.

“No means no, Clark. It’s because the nature of our jobs that I don’t want her to be dating you, least of all people. Some villains are beatable but yours often come in the form of crazy aliens! I don’t need that stress added in to Y/N’s life unnecessarily!”

Arthur leans towards Barry to whisper something in his ears. Barry looks at him before nodding his head, disappearing in a flash. 

Clark takes a deep breath before exhaling slowly. He knows if he pushes this matter too hard, Bruce will most likely not give him the permission to date you. You had told him about Bruce’s protective streak on one of those conversations the two of you normally have before you go to sleep. The downside of having you living in Gotham, far from his Metropolis. 

Before Clark could even come up with anything else, Bruce shakes his head and just as he is about to turn away from the conversation, Barry zooms back in and this time, surprises everyone when he lets you down from his hold.

Clark is the first to react. He stands up and walks over to you. You are still trying to catch your bearings – Barry had not been lying when he said you would feel uneasy for a bit especially if it was your first time – when Clark wraps his arms around you, pulling you to him.

“Y/N, are you alright?” He uses one of his hands to draw your hair back so he can stare at your face. You blink a few times before nodding your head.

You smile when you finally realize where you are. Bruce had always declined your suggestions whenever you ask to see the Watch Tower. But now that you are here, you give the space a quick glance, it seemed more spacious and homey than you initially thought.

“I’m fine now.” You tell Clark as you wrap your own arms around him, burying your nose in his neck. The last time you saw Clark in person had been two weeks ago – when he dropped by the Manor as Superman – and even then, the time you had with him had been very little. The most you had done then was giving him a passionate smooch. “I miss you.” You mumble and kiss Clark’s neck when he tightens his hold on you. He presses a kiss atop your head.

“Wow, this is even better.” Oliver comments breaking whatever spell that had caught everyone else in silence. Bruce lets out a growl, causing you to look at your older brother.

“Barry did mention you were giving Clark trouble, Bruce.” You pull yourself out of Clark’s embrace. “Now what’s this I hear about you not letting Clark date me?” You ask as you step towards your brother. Bruce narrows his eyes at you and you shake your head before placing a hand on his shoulder. “Bruce, I am a big girl now – you don’t need to constantly protect me. I can take care of myself – both Alfred and you made sure of that.” You tell your brother. You understand why Bruce is giving Clark a hard time. “Clark makes me really happy too and I know I make him happy as well. He’s your friend, Bruce, can’t you just let us date? Clark has been wonderful…”

“I just can’t, Y/N.” Bruce shakes his head, aware of the eyes and ears that are looking and eavesdropping their conversations. “Can we have this conversation somewhere private, please?” He asks and you nod your head. He stands up from his chair and lead you away to one of the available rooms.

Clark crosses his arms, keeping his eyes on the door. He knows enough to never use his powers whenever the two of you are talking – he respects you too much even though his curiosity is burning him inside out.

“What are you going to do now?” Arthur finally speaks up. “It does not seem as if our friend, Bruce, is willing to let you date Y/N.” He frowns.

Clark shakes his head. “It just means I have to try harder and prove myself to Bruce.” A smile appears on his face. “Thank you for listening, everyone. I think I should probably head inside too.” Clark excuses himself and walks to the room the both of you were in.

anonymous asked:

Can I request a Connor Murphy x reader, please? Could reader be really shy and blush a lot and wear oversized sweaters? I just really love oversized sweaters and Connor Murphy-

Title: Don’t Fight
Words: 1,177
A/N 1: I feel like my writing is getting worse with every post lmao sorry. IDK WHAT HAPPENED AT THE END. If you see any mistakes let me know!

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BTS As Dads

A/N: I’m so sorry I’ve been dead recently. I’ve been trying to write stuff but school is just fucking up my schedule.

Also… the childrens names may or may not be based off idols bc I can’t come up with names so


Jin~ You had just gotten home from a long day at work and all you wanted to do was to relax with your husband, Jin and your son, Minhyuk. When you opened the door, the strong smell of spices hit you almost immediately. Your husband was not only an amazing father, but an amazing cook as well. You took off your shoes and changed into more comfortable clothes before you looked into the kitchen. What you saw was probably the most adorable thing you had ever seen: Jin with Minhyuk wrapped in his arms, both wearing chef hats. It was so cute. You watched as your husband lifted the spoon up to his mouth, blew on it, then put it into Minhyuks’ mouth. 

Minhyuk shook his head and yelled, “More pepper!” Jin laughed and put a little bit more pepper in it. 

“We can’t put anymore in though, or mommy will be sneezing in her food!” Jin yelled. Minhyuk scrunched up his nose and Jin laughed at your sons cute gesture. 

Minhyuk noticed you almost straight away and screamed, “Mommy!” You laughed as Jin walked over to you with Minhyuk and pulled you into a tight hug.


Yoongi~ You were sitting on the couch with your husband Yoongi and your daughter Yeri, watching a movie. 

Out of nowhere Yeri had screamed, “I want my hair done!” You jumped at the sound of her voice. The movie wasn’t that interesting anyways, as it was Moana and you’ve seen it over 100 times. 

“Ok honey what do you want me to-”She cut you off before you could finish.

“No! I want daddy to do it!” She yelled. You looked over to your husband who was trying not to laugh at your daughters sudden demands. He looked at you and nodded.

“Okay then, follow me,” Yoongi said to your daughter as he grabbed her tiny hand. You tried to follow, but Yoongi stopped you and said, “It’s going to be a surprise!” You laughed and turned back towards your living room and scrolled through Twitter. 

After what had seemed like forever, Yeri came out running and screaming, with a perfect braid in her hair. You looked confused as she jumped onto you.

“Mommy! Look at this! Daddy is so good at hair!” She yelled. You laughed and turned to Yoongi who was walking in with a smug smile on his face.

“I’m Min Yoongi. I’m good at everything.”


Namjoon~ Namjoon had just gotten back from taking your son, Jaesun, out for new clothes. You trusted him more because, to be honest, he really knew how to dress children. As he swung open the door, Jaesun started running around yelling your name. Namjoon chased after the toddler and led into the living room. As your son ran around, Namjoon chased after him and heard a loud crashing sound. Namjoon sprinted to where he heard the sound and saw Jaesun sitting on the ground with marble shards around him. He had just broken your favorite vase. 

Namjoon kneeled beside your son and sighed. Instead of getting angry, he realized your sons clumsiness came from him. 

He picked Jaesun up and whispered in his ear, “Don’t tell mommy.”

Hoseok~ For the first time in a while, both you and Hoseok were off work and were able to spend time with your daughter, Nayeon. At least that’s what you thought until halfway through watching Frozen, Hoseok got a call from his dance teacher saying he needed urgent help. He sighed and looked at your daughter who was staring at the screen and then to you, looking at him while holding Nayeon.

“Can I bring Y/N and Nayeon?” He asked. His dance teacher replied with an “of course” as a smile spread across his face. He hung up and walked over to you two, picking up Nayeon with on arm and grabbing your hand with the other. “Do you want to go to the dance studio, princess?” Nayeon giggled and nodded. You all headed out the door towards the studio.

When you arrived, Nayeon jumped with joy when she saw Hoseoks’ teacher. She was only 3, but he and Hoseok had been teaching her to dance because “her daddy is the best dancer and we don’t need to pay for damn lessons.” You sat back in one of the chair on the other side of the room and watched as Nayeon tried to copy every move Hoseok choreographed. After he finished, he tried to teach her the dance, because why the hell not. As she hit every move, you saw Hoseoks’ eyes light up in the mirror, looking at your three year old wondering how you became so lucky as to have an amazing family. 

Jimin~ Within the first year of your marriage, you and Jimin managed to have kids. Twins, Hansol and Jiwoo, and they were adorable. They both looked so much like Jimin, which meant you had not one, not two, but three of the most adorable people you had ever met in your family. You had always learned to cherish the little things in life, like the way Jiwoos’ eyes light up when she sees a cute animal or the way Hansols’ eyes crinkle when he smiles. What you loved to see the most was when Jimin was with the kids, or when he walked in from getting home from work and the immediately ran to his side. He would pick them both up and kiss them and then walk over to you, and then kiss you. The kids would make a face and say “Ew!” simultaneously while Jimin laughed and kissed you again. 

There were some moments where you’d look over and Jimin was teaching them to take selcas. You had to admit, for three year olds, they were pretty good at taking pictures and making cute faces. He’d shown them filters that looked really really cute. 

“Daddy! I really like this filter!” Jiwoo yelled and Hansol agreed. He took a picture of them posing and smiled down at his phone. The twins ran to him to see how they looked.

“You two look so cute! Do you think we should share this with all the pretty ARMYs?” Jimin asked. They both nodded. That was another thing you loved. He treated his fans like they were family, and was not afraid to post pictures of his children and show the world how happy he was. Family was always first for him. Another one of the many reasons you fell in love with Park Jimin.

Taehyung~ Taehyung fell in love with your daughter as soon as he saw her. Of course it only makes sense, as she was his first child. He loved children, that was a fact that everyone knew, but the way he treated Taeyeon was completely different than you had ever seen before. He held her as if she were a priceless piece of artwork, and made sure to be careful when he walked. He was with her whenever he could be, and you loved the fact that he had loved her so much.

Even before she was born, you and Taehyung had a bet going. Whose name was she going to say first? So when Taeyeons’ first word was ‘appa’, Taehyung practically screeched with joy. He picked her up, walked into the kitchen to where you were, held her in front of your face, and whispered, “Come on, say it!”

Taeyeon screeched ‘appa’ and Taehyung laughed and kissed her. You hit your hand jokingly on the table in defeat as Taehyung pulled you into a side hug and chuckled, “I think you owe me a weeks worth of dinner.” 

Jungkook~ It had been a few weeks since you had your first son, Jiyong. He was still unable to sleep full nights, and both you and Jungkook had been very tired. One night, you heard Jiyong crying, and as you got up, you felt Jungkook grab your wrist. 

“I’ll take care of him, you go back to sleep,” He said. You nodded and got back underneath the blanket and closed your eyes.

About 15 minutes had passed, and the crying had stopped, but you couldn’t fall asleep. You decided to get up and go check on Jungkook. As you neared Jiyongs’ room, you heard quiet singing. Listening closely, you heard Jungkooks’ beautiful voice singing “Purpose” by Justin Bieber. 

As the song came to an end, you felt a tear roll down your cheek. He laid Jiyong back down in his crib and you walked up behind Jungkook and hugged him. He turned around and embraced you into his strong, loving arms as you whispered, “How did I get so lucky?”