i was cleaning out my folder and then i accidentally did a thing

BTS snapping at their s/o accidentally

Jin

As you entered the door after a long day of work, you smiled as you saw the boys scattered about. It was finally a day where you could stay at the dorms with them, after their insanely hectic schedule. You could smell food coming from the kitchen, and you realized how hungry you actually were. 

“Hey y/n” rap mon said from the sofa, you waved, dropping your bag and walking over to the kitchen. You ruffled Jungkook’s hair on the way, and he huffed, attempting to fix it.. You crept into the kitchen, seeing Jin working at the stove. You smiled to yourself, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Hobi the food isn’t done” he said in frustration. you stifled a giggle, looking up at him.

“I’m gonna have to talk to Hobi about being touchy with my man now aren’t I?” you said. He smiled, quickly trying to face you, but his hand hit the scolding hot pan in the process.

“FUCK!” he yelled, jumping back, causing you to let go.

“shit baby let me help..” you said, reaching for his hand but he snatched it back, burning it once more.

“y/n.. get the fuck out of my face… you’ve helped enough” he growled. You felt yourself tense up. Jin never cursed at you. You looked over, and saw the six boys watching you with their mouths hanging open. Refusing to let yourself cry in front of them, you swiftly walked to the living room, grabbing your bag, and heading home. 

A few hours later, after feeling like absolute shit, you heard a knock at the door. Puffy eyed, you opened it and saw Jin standing there with a Tupperware container in his non bandaged hand, and flowers in the other. You leaned against the door frame, staring him down. 

“What?” you said, in an almost inaudible voice. He melted at the sight of you, almost not being able to let words out.

“I’m so sorry.. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.. and I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.. I swear I won’t do it again..” he whispered.You chewed on your bottom lip, and saw tears weld in his eyes. You broke, wrapping your arms around his neck, and kissing his cheek.

“it’s okay.. come inside..” you whispered. He softly kissed you, accepting your invitation inside.

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Suga

You smiled, happy at yourself with what you had done. Yoongi was at practice, and you managed to clean his studio. It was a disaster with the upcoming comeback. You sorted all of his papers, filing them all onto his desk in folders. You made sure everyone’s lines was sorted, songs were sorted by track number and color coded. Took his trash out, dusted, swept, the whole nine yards. Organized cd’s, flash drives, everything. anything to make yoongi’s life easier. You knew the environment was becoming a lot for him. You just wanted to make him happy. You ordered take out, and waited for him to stumble into the door, because he was coming to work in the studio after dance. It was simply meant to be a time you two spent together. As you heard the door creak open, you watched as an already exhausted yoongi walked in. You watched as his face contoured into an expression you didn’t expect. He looked angry. Infuriated. 

“what did you do..” he said.

“I cleaned up for you…. I know you were complaining that you needed to clean up.. so I did it for you..” you said, in almost a whisper. 

“What.. did… you… do..” he said. You stood silent.

“I had everything placed specifically a certain way! What the hell would possess you to do this!!!” he yelled. You stood dumbfounded. 

“Yoongi i-im sorry I only wanted to help….” you said.

“just.. get out of here please. I have to sort this mess you made.” he spat. You rose silently, walking out of the building. You stood outside, feeling confused, and guilty. While you did that, yoongi realized what you had done, and felt guilty immediately. You had made it easier for him, leaving little post it notes on the computer, indicating what meant what, and what color was assigned to whom. He also saw the bag of take out, and sighed. He ran outside, hoping to catch you before you got too far. 

“y/n..” he said breathlessly. You turned around, seeing him crouched over trying to catch his breath.

“i’m sorry… come here..” he whispered, taking you in his arms.

“I’m sorry.. I’m just stressed.. I shouldn’t have come at you.. you were trying to help me.. I love you.. thank you.. lets go eat..” he whispered, softly kissing you. You followed, slightly confused, slightly happy. 

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J Hope

You were frustrated. Hobi hadn’t been home in hours. This was a reoccurring thing. The comeback was slowly approaching, so he spent countless hours in the dance room. He was constantly out, leaving early, returning late. You genuinely missed him. He wasn’t only your boyfriend, but your best friend. You sat on the sofa, fighting sleep to see him at least once. Hour ticked by. 12 Am. 1 AM. 2 AM. 3 AM. He walked into the door at nearly 4 in the morning. You sat up, and he sighed, taking his shoes off. 

“Hi baby..” you said, making your way over to him. He took his jacket off, not uttering a word. It was the first time you’d seen him in a while. You just wanted to hug him. You took the jacket from him, placing it on the sofa, and wrapped your arms around him. He pushed you off, with glaring at you.

“Geez you’re so clingy. I just got here and I’m tired” he said. You were dumbfounded, but mostly hurt. 

:Well. Sorry for being clingy. I just missed my boyfriend, and wanted to fucking see him so I stood up till almost 4 in the morning to see him. Sorry that I fucking missed you.” you said, tears burning your eyes. You made your way to your room, laying in bed. He went to the shower, and you heard him cursing under his breath. Tears slowly trickled down your cheek as he crawled into bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him. You sniffled, crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry.. I’m just tired with the come back.. I didn’t mean it.. you know i love when you’re all over me…” he whispered in your ear. You remained silent. He softly kissed your shoulder and you melted against him. 

“I missed you too..” he whispered in your ear. 

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Namjoon

Your boyfriend was always pranking you. Always. You decided to mess with him. You stored all of his tracks onto a USB, Triple checking to make sure it was all okay. You slipped it into your pocket, and deleted it from his computer. He walked in, sweetly kissing you and you toyed with your hands

“Joon.. I don’t know what I clicked.. but I accidentally deleted something off your laptop..” you whispered. He paled immediately. 

“not the tracks.. please tell me it wasn’t the tracks..” he whispered. You remained silent. He moved you to the side, seeing that they were gone.

“y/N WHAT THE FUCK!” he yelled. You jumped, not expecting that.

“I worked for weeks on this shit! Why the fuck did you touch my shit! How could you do something so idiotic!” he yelled. His voice boomed in the enclosed room. You felt small suddenly, tossing him the flash drive.

“it’s on here.. It was a prank…” you whispered, walking out of the room nearly in tears. He sighed, following you out. You locked yourself in the bathroom trying to calm down. He could hear your hiccup sobs from the other side of the door.

“baby i’m sorry.. please come out..” he said. You made your way out, arms crossed, sniffling. 

“You yelled at me..” you whispered, near tears again. He took you in his arms, trying to calm you down.

“i”m sorry baby..” he says.

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Jimin

You were beyond excited. It was weeks of countless stress, studying and worry. You got your grades from your final exams. You passed! You literally ran to where your boyfriend was, in the dance hall working on dances for the comeback. You couldn’t contain your excitement.

“Jimin guess what!” you squealed.

“Not now” he mumbled.

“really quick baby I have great news!” You squealed. He glared at you, but you were still giddy and excited. 

“I said not now! I’m busy!” he yelled. You took a step back, trying to figure out who he was talking to. You shoved the paper in his chest, becoming angry like he was and walking out. When he would get home he would feel bad, seeing you on the sofa with your arms crossed, clearly upset. He crawled next to you, laying his head on your lap and not letting you push him off. 

“i’m sorry… I was rude.. Congratulations jagii.. you passed..” he said. You stared forward, ignoring him. He sat up, pulling you onto his lap, and placing his plump lips on yours, knowing you wouldn’t be able to resist. You kissed back happily, and he smiled.

“Let’s go celebrate” he said, picking you up and taking you to the bedroom and you started dying. 

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V/Taehyung

As you dropped off the last bag, you felt satisfied. You and your boyfriend decided to donate to the less fortunate. You both donated a bunch of clothes, as well as some money to help those in need. You went home, and saw your home in a war zone.

“Where is it!!!!!” you heard your boyfriend yell. You tiptoed over shoes, and sweaters, careful not to step on anything.

“baby?” you asked, looking into your bedroom.

“I can’t find it!” he yelled

“my sweater! my favorite sweater!” he yelled. You sat there, completely and utterly confused. Then you realized that it must have been at the top of the donations pile. Tae had the habit of throwing things in random piles, so you assumed it was for donations.

“… it wasn’t the black one with the grey writing on the front was it..” you asked.

“yes! have you seen it?” he asked.

“baby.. don’t get mad.. I assumed it was donations… It was in the pile-” you started

“What the fuck y/n!” he yelled.

“it’s not my fault you throw your shit around!” you yelled back. You stormed off into the living room, cleaning up. After he calmed down, he pulled you close to him on the sofa.

:im sorry.. it was my fault.. it’s going to someone in need.. you still love me right?” he teased. You huffed, looking at him.

“Sadly.” you responded. He showered you with kisses, and you smiled, feeling 1000000x better.

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Jungkook

You sat in the kitchen, working on an assignment when you heard the front door shut. Your favorite time of day. Your boyfriend, Jungkook was finally home. It was really busy for the both of you lately. School had started again, so you were constantly studying, and his comeback was slowly creeping up, so he was always at practice, and rarely home. You missed him, and rarely got to see him. You were only lucky this time because you were up late to finish something. You walked into the living room, and saw him elevating his leg.

“What happened?” you asked, softly kissing him. 

“I fell at practice.” he groaned. you tried fixing the pillow, but he moved away. You ignored it, walking to the kitchen and getting him an ice pack.

“my poor baby.. do you want something for the pain?” you asked. 

“I’m fine. You’re acting like my mom” he said. You frowned, trying to put the ice pack on his leg. He moved away once again.

“I said i”m fine!” he yelled. You looked at him, irritation taking over.

“You bust your ass, I’m not the one who hurt you. Stop acting like a dick” you said, throwing the ice pack at his chest. You stormed out, and he sighed. Your attitude was the craziest thing he had experienced, but it was his favorite thing about you. You didn’t take shit from anyone. He felt guilty immediately, letting his pride get the best of him when you were only trying to help. You shut your laptop, going to bed. He hopped over, laying next to you and pulling you onto his chest.

“You’re sexy when you’re mad” he teased.

“Do you want another bad leg?” you asked. He grinned, softly kissing you.

“I’m sorry.. you were trying to help.. thank you babyyyyy” he said gooffily, trying to kiss you up.

“Jungkook you need to watch yourself.” you said. He continued kissing on you, eventually making you give in. 

“I love you..” he whispered.


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Title: Regret Message

FANDOM: Mystic Messenger
GENRE: Angst
PAIRING: Jumin Han x Reader/MC/You
DISCLAIMER: This is written as reader/mc first-person basis. Post is word heavy.

a|n this is my entry for Day 2 of juminmcweek! it’s alrdy the 30th for me here my timezone sucks lolol. thank u so much for choosing to read this piece!


10/1/17

Two weeks ago since Chairman Han decided to send me home because I have never left Jumin’s side since the accident happened. And instead of getting a good night’s sleep, I turned to alcohol for help. I was drunk. It was a lonely night. This was the first time I have truly felt alone in my entire life. I was in rage because I felt like he would not be able to make it. How do I fucking live with that thought that one day, he won’t be with me anymore? It all happened too fast that I had no time to process everything. We have been married for 5 years. I have been practically living my life with him, by his side and only for him. My loneliness made me go over his things at our room when I got home. Tears were streaming down my face as I racked our closets, his drawers and every little thing I can spot that was his. I tried so hard not to forget his smell by grabbing a shirt and inhaling his natural musk that retained in it to be able to get a fraction of him alive inside me.

This fear that started to grow inside was the worst. He can’t die. He shouldn’t die. He had always fought for me, for us. He’s a strong man and I have always believed in him. I tried to look for anything that can make me remember that he’s alive and he’s going to wake up soon. It’s been two, painful weeks of waiting for his eyes to open … yet not a sign of recovery was seen. I am broken, torn and hysterical. I tried to get my hands on our photos - our wedding pictures, the frames that sat peacefully on our bedside table, the huge frame that hang just on top of our bed. Anything.

My heart constricted the more I see him smiling in every picture. The more memories of him flooded inside my mind, the more tortured of the situation I was. I miss him so much. His touch, his smell, his voice, his warmth. I threw everything I ever laid my hands on. I was practically thrashing our bedroom. I felt so much pain in my chest that I couldn’t breathe. Why did this happen? He said he’ll be back. And now he won’t wake up.

Dear Lord, you won’t take him away from me, right?

I am so scared. I can’t hide the fact that I can’t face this alone any longer. I have been shutting our friends off for days now. Nobody can talk to me properly. I just want my husband back, nothing else. I have been crying so much, in pain so much and depressed so much that I started throwing everything in sight and accidentally knocked a drawer open. I noticed it was the drawer where he all kept his ties. And to my surprise, a box that I am very unfamiliar of came into view.

In my drunken state, I tried to open the material that presented itself before me. I saw other things inside. Photos, letters, mementos, tickets, entries, everything that I am unfamiliar of. Every little thing inside the box was not related to me, but to my husband. When I raked a look at the photos, my knees started to tremble. It was photos of my husband with someone I know too well. Jihyun. Them, having a good time together. Them, holding hands. Them, sharing a drink. Vacation trips in places I don’t even know of. Souvenir photos of countries they visited together. Them, looking so in love. And then a brimming item caught my attention as it sat innocently on the floor. I picked it up and recognized it was a locket with the letter J engraved on it beautifully. I opened it and another batch of sobs engulfed me anew. For there, inside, was a photo of Jumin and Jihyun. They looked happy. They perfectly fit.

J? All this time, I thought the initial J was in relation for us or something that was from his childhood. I have seen it on every photograph of Jumin that was either framed or hanged. Now, everything makes sense. It was not him. Instead, it was for him.

It was for Jihyun.

I cried myself to sleep, hoping that this was all only a nightmare. A bad dream. But when I woke up and my foot pricked glass remnants of the photo frames I destroyed last night only then realization dawned on me. It was real. Everything was real.

I decided to clean myself up. After all, I am sober enough from everything that happened. I picked up the box and laid its contents on top of our bed. I called Chairman Han and told him I’d be gone for a few days so I can relax myself. I left our house together with the things that I discovered. I called the police and told them I’d be going to the station for anything that might have been found inside the car he’s in the day of the accident. Upon the pile of things that was presented before me, his mobile phone caught my attention.

Never have I thought that this day where I would be accessing his personal data would come. The gadget was deadso I decided to kill time and charge it to a nearby cafe from the police station. When it turned on, I started flipping through it until I found his notes. There was folder with a passcode in it. It took me a while to figure out the codes until I decided to type in the date of our marriage and to my surprise, it unlocked all of the contents inside.

There were entries and it was all addressed to me. These are what it said:


9/9/12

My lovely wife.

Tonight was the very first night we spent as newly weds. You do not know how happy I am because I now have you in my life. But I couldn’t help myself to wish even for a moment that you’re J. Don’t get me wrong, my chest is bursting in happiness as you laid down beside me on the same bed. Never have I felt true happiness when I can feel the beating of your heart this close. You are alive. You are breathing. And you are mine. I will always be faithful. I will always be yours. I will never look at anyone else but you. You are my wife as I am your husband.

I love you so much, my love.

Forever yours, Jumin.


8/28/13

Darling.

I have never felt more guilty my entire life than this moment. Thoughts of J flooded my mind as I watched you cook breakfast for me this morning. My thoughts would always lead me back to him. I know, I understand and am fully aware of the circumstances. The things that happened could have happened for a reason. Yet, I still couldn’t let go of the what could have beens. Don’t get me wrong. I love you still. I am happy that I am with you and I am married to you. I have never been happier the day you told me you wanted to conceive. After all, I have no reason to feel blue at this moment. Our wedding anniversary is, after all, coming. I should be happy, yes.

September is our wedding month but every happy memory I have in September was always tuned out with every painful one I had. I have always thought that what if I have met J on a different circumstance? What if he had lived his life and led it differently? What if a time was permitted that there was an ‘us’ that happened? Though, as much as I’d love to indulge myself in that thought, it’s still too bad we didn’t and good that I hadn’t.

I have been fascinated with your new recipes, my love. It makes me want to run immediately back home to you each night that passes. I see no reason for you to cook since we have a chef, do we not? I do not want you to get tired of doing such trivial chores. Perhaps you’d want to pursue culinary? I will support you.

Forever yours, Jumin.


9/10/14

My love.

Tonight, I have never felt more alone. Last night was our second wedding anniversary and we had a fight. It was such a petty thing yet I know it’s not as what it seems. I know there’s nothing wrong with you. I know that it’s me. I promised myself not to think about J any longer. Believe me, my dear wife, I tried. I tried so hard to eradicate all memories I have with him. But whenever September comes, I couldn’t feel any happier. I know I should be happy. After all, it’s our wedding month. But it’s so fateful for it to fall on the day he was born. And I have never felt more alone with that thought that it’s also the same day he left.

Every painful emotions there ever was that was in relation with him all came flooding back. I am being unfair to you my love, I know. And there’s never a day that I wanted to ask you for your forgiveness. I heard you sang yourself to sleep last night. We had a fight and I couldn’t do it for you. Your voice sounded beautiful against the silence of the room and it broke my heart to hear you so sad. Are you as sad as I am in this marriage? For truly, I really am. What we have right now, I believe it’s real. The love I have for you is as real as it can get. But we are not in love. Perhaps, you’ve noticed it already? Oh, how this makes my heart ache.

Maybe we should try harder. Maybe we should just make everything about us. No one else should be in the picture. After all, you chose to grace me with your love. I promise I’d try harder on my end. We should stay together, forever.

Forever yours, Jumin.


9/8/15

My dearest wife.

Yet again, a day before our third anniversary, we had a fight. I am very sorry for raising my voice at you earlier. This house had just become too lonely with just two people in it. I have tried my dear, believe me, for you to be happy. But whenever September comes, memories of him would just flood my mind. It’s not you who’s at fault, per usual. It’s me. It’s always me. Oh, how unfair I have become to you. Forgive me. Tonight is just a J night. After all, it’s his birthday tomorrow. My heart aches for him. My heart longs for him. I know I promised you a child yet it didn’t happen. This is such a petty matter to fight over. After all, we’ve been married for 3 years already. Shouldn’t a child be a normal thing to plan for? Yet, no matter how hard I try to make this house a home, the emptiness in me would only pile up. I have been contemplating for months now to relay to you the story of my past. Yet, whenever I try, my tongue would just curl back to my mouth. J left me with so many memories. Memories that are too beautiful that remembering makes it hard to breathe. In this lifetime that I do not have him by my side, I have never been more thankful for your existence, my love. You make it easier for me to live each day. And I repay you by giving you a hard time. I am truly sorry for that. I apologize for my actions. And for that, I promise that I’ll make every second you spend with me worthwhile, my wife. No more J. No more lonely nights. No more thoughts of him. Just you and me.

P.S. You know me. I would never fuck you. I have always wanted to make love to you. To worship your body, to treat you as my queen, to kiss every wound my bullets caused. So that, each touch, each kiss, each sensation counts. And maybe, just maybe, this time, this house is finally a home for us. I promise you. I love you, still, even after the years.

Forever yours, Jumin.


9/9/16

Wife.

How could you forget? Not a year were you able to fail to pay tribute to him. You are well aware that today, our wedding anniversary is his death anniversary and birthday as well. Every year, you did not fail to recount his memories with me. What the fuck? Just one day. One day of the year to remember him for only a small while yet you forgot. You’ve been friends with him as well, have you not? In fact, you two are close. We both are. Is it hard? It’s not like we often thought of him every day of our lives. He was like a best friend to you. A brother. A confidante.

Sometimes, I would always end up thinking … is our marriage even right? Was marrying each other even the right decision? You were the one who cried the most when he died. Was our marriage only to ease the loneliness we felt due to his loss? Jihyun. Jihyun was the one who had always brought us together. He’s the string that brought us closer. On that day, you were grieving with the kind of brother, best friend, confidante you never had in your life. I, too, was grieving for the lost of the person I have loved and treasured dearly. He loved you. He had loved me too and had loved me as much as I had loved him. Never in my entire life have I longed this much for him. How can I not be mad when you told me we should move on? Just one day, wife. A spare hour on a single day every year and you decide to just forget?

But I guess my anger got me better. You were ignorant. You didn’t know about me and him. You never knew there was me and him before us. This secret is something you should never know, love. A secret that I am sure Jihyun would not want you to know as well. I will bury this deep in my heart. I am sorry for today, my love. I will never know if forgetting him will truly help me move on. His death remains fresh and I have been in pain since. I could love you and Jihyun the same, yes? Unloving him was never an option I had to take. I could love him while I’m loving you. That’s what I’ve been doing for years now. How do you truly unlove a dead person by all means? You and him are too different. I cannot compare you to him just as much as I cannot compare the love I have for Jihyun and the love I have for you. Both are real.

I love you, Jihyun.

I love you just as much, my wife. I’m truly sorry for this day. Even though I promised it to be special. I’m truly sorry I lost my temper and got mad at you. I love you so much. I have never been more thankful for your understanding.

Forever yours, Jumin.


8/14/17

My lovely wife.

Today, I wanted to thank you. You have been very considerate of this marriage. I was surprised with the advanced anniversary gift you gave me. That trip was a breather for me as well. Never have I felt happy the day you told me that we should do our anniversary trip earlier so that on the day, we can reminisce and pay tribute to Jihyun more. Yet, it was achingly painful as well. For now, I have decided to truly forget him. To move on. I feel terrible for only giving you a fraction of me this whole time we have been together. After today, I promise to finally give all of me to you. You have been nothing else but patient, understanding and loving to me. Truly, I am guilty for not being able to provide you the kind of love you rightfully deserved.

Last night, I dreamed of Jihyun. And unlike all the other dreams I had with him, this time, he was saying goodbye. This is why I have fully decided now. I will give my all to you. You have been waiting for me for years now. The memory of him I have in my heart is enough. There is only one man and one woman in my life and that will never change. Today was indeed a wake up call. Especially when you tried your best for us to get married once more and renew our vows by a simple-themed beach wedding you planned. I have not told you, have I? That this beach we visited was a beach Jiyun and I frequented before. Maybe this is why I was able to dream of him saying goodbye. Coming back to this place was not one of my options, yet … it gave me the peace of mind I longed to have.

When you walked down the aisle hours ago, never have I been happier. You looked beautiful, even after the years taking a toll on your features. To me, you’re still the most wonderful woman in this earth. Looking at you only made me realize further how truly lucky I am for the heavens gave you to me, a broken and irreparable man. And I know it feels weird to be thanking Jihyun but I felt like thanking him this moment. I thank him for coming to my life as well and I am thankful he passed. He was the key for me to have you. I still love him and that will never change, however, my heart loves you as much and maybe even more as well, my wife. I love you forever and ever, even though that sounds truly ridiculous since forever does not exist.

I love you for the rest of my life, wife.

Forever yours, Jumin.


9/16/17

Dearest wife.

You might probably be mad at me right now. Do forgive me for not giving you any notice of my disappearance. I have specifically told Driver Kim not to tell you anything about this small trip of mine. I went back to the beach where we renewed our vows and the place Jihyun and I frequented a lot before so I can properly say goodbye to him. I know it shouldn’t be the place but it was at that place I dreamed of him going away peacefully.

This will also be the very last entry I will be writing about him. From now on, the entirety of me will only be yours, my love. This will also be the very last entry I will have on this note and lock everything away for good. It’s raining right now and I believe I must return before sundown. I heard there’s a storm coming over. I will be home soon. I will be back to you. Do not miss me too much.


Jihyun,

Do forgive me for not writing to you as much as before. On the day of our anniversary, your birthday and death, She and I decided to commemorate you and I have decided it will be the last time. This is a gift she rightfully deserves on our fifth wedding anniversary. Even though she told me it’ll be a day about you, I have planned it to be more different. I wanted to say goodbye. I have so many things left unsaid to you and I believe it will remain that way for the rest of my life.

I truly have no idea if she had a clue that I was not giving her my everything on this marriage. But how could she? She did not even have the slightest idea that there are empty parts of me that needs to be filled. This was a marriage that I believed only sparked because we were both heartbroken about your departure. But I guess you did bring us together. I am still, to this very day, heartbroken about the fact that you are gone. You are after all, an irreplaceable person in my life. I have loved you dearly but I realized that this heart is beating and alive for her. I have come to love my wife more. I truly, deeply, irrevocably love her with all my heart that she deserves every beautiful thing in this world. She never left my side. She was patient. She was understanding. It took me years to see that but I guess you prompted me to see it as well. You had that in you, of course, as always. I will be locking every memory I have of you, every memory I have of us.

This marriage happened so fast it caught me off guard but she patiently waited for me to warm up. She encouraged me. She had been my pillar. And for that, I am giving her every part of me. I am surrendering myself on her care. Maybe I will never be able to tell her about us. But I will keep our memories together, locked up, forever. You are, after all, one of my most treasured persons.

There were days I wished that you never left. But even though you are not a part of this world any longer, I now know that it doesn’t make me love you less. I still love you, however, it’s not like before anymore. The love I feel for you is now different. After all, you are my first love and you will always be a part of me. Thank you for everything.

Goodbye, Jihyun. Rest well.

Jumin


My wife, the love of my life.

This is a letter I doubt you’ll be able to read. But if you do come across this one day, then, I am sorry for everything. You might not understand the reasons I had before and I would truly like to refrain myself from indulging you further but if you reached this far, reading, then you probably know. I will make it up to you no matter how I find myself able to do so. These past years was a rough road. I have not realized that I have been truly unfair to you. I am not giving you my whole. You only saw glimpses of me, of what we could have become in those years. I am sorry for putting you in the pedestal. I kept giving you promises only to break them constantly. Yet, you have never thought twice of giving this man the love I am too sure I do not deserve. You held nothing in your eyes but love and adoration. Not once did I see resentment and regrets in those beautiful eyes of yours.

I am letting go a part of me that existed for so long. And I am welcoming a new part of me that I should have welcomed a long time ago. You never left my side, my love and now I do not know what should I do if you decided to leave in the middle of it. Now, I have finally realized the gift given to me that I have been obviously ignoring. You, my wife, the gift of the heavens for a lowly man like me. I thank you for choosing me. I thank you for putting me back together. And now, I will finally become whole for you. And I will do my best to make the house a home. For home is not a home without you.

I will love you twice as much as I did before. You are my everything. You are my end and my beginning. I want no one else but you by my side for the rest of my waking days.

Wait for me, my love. I am coming back to you whole.

Forever yours, Jumin.


It took me days to finish everything on his notes. It took all of my guts to continue reading the painful truth about our marriage. And as I read those notes, I don’t know what I should feel. The pain was becoming more evident each second that passed. Tears were clouding my vision as I sat with my shattered heart on the very sands of the beach where we renewed our vows. I know it’s wrong to be prying his privacy open but I don’t know if I should be happy or not with what I’ve just discovered. It felt as if the 5 years we had never existed. Should I be thankful that Jihyun died? Am I the antagonist of this story? Was I too selfish? Sure, I was truly lonely. I was in pain the day Jihyun died as well. 

But is it my fault I didn’t know the pain you felt yourself, Jumin? Is it my fault that I was ignorant of everything? Is it my fault I was too insensitive with what you’re going through with his death? With what was going on in front of my eyes? I wanted to scream at your face and tell you that every pain you went through was your own fault because you didn’t tell me! I would have let you go if you did! But as I look at our pictures together, our years together, every struggles and prizes in life we both went through, I realized that you and I are family. That’s not a lie, right? You are my home. You are my husband and I am your wife. And home is anywhere with you in it. I love you so much, my husband. I will do everything I can to make sure you never regret every waking moment you get to spend with me … so please, open your eyes.

I will love you more and more each day. I will nurse the pain and take it away. Just don’t ever leave me. Don’t leave my side. Don’t leave me alone.

I promise I will not take his memories away from you. Just please, wake up. Wake up from that hospital bed, Jumin. Wake up and come back to me. Dear heavens, why did you let me discover all of this? Is there a purpose why I have stumbled across this truth? Did you purposely make me discover that he did not love me as much as I love him? That right now, when he was finally able to realize that he loves me so much, you try and take him away from me?

I won’t lie to you Jumin, I got mad when I discovered everything. But that anger is nothing compared to the love I have for you! Just please wake up and come home with me, to me, to where we both belong!

I will do everything, anything I can just for him to wake up. Please … wake up, my husband. Jumin, you promised, right? You promised you’d come back home to me. I will wait for you no matter how many years I have to! I vowed on that church, on that day, with you … Please …

Just please give him another chance, I pray to you. Give us another chance. Jumin, my love, open your eyes. I couldn’t take any more pain. My heart can only take too much before it finally breaks. This is all too blinding. I have so many things I still want to do with you! Please, wake up! Wake up and come back to me … oh god. Say your lines on these notes in front of my face. Tell it to me straight that you’ll finally be whole again when you are with me!

I will be waiting.


10/5/17

I realized, no matter how much I scream, want and pray for someone to stay, they will, if fate and time permits. If the heavens gives a go signal but fate has something else in store for you, no matter how much you wanted that thing, no matter how much you wished for that thing, it will never be yours.

And that moment was when I came back only to be greeted with the line that I didn’t ask for and the draw of his very last breath.

I shouldn’t have spent all my days away with him. I shouldn’t have discovered the truth. I shouldn’t have left …

Now, it’s too late …
Everything is broken …

Oh, how I hate birthdays.

GENESIS — Spencer Reid Imagine

A.N; hi! i love angst, spencer, and the song genesis by dua lipa (which this imagine is based off of) so i just had to write this. enjoy!

WORDCOUNT; 3,328

WARNINGS; slight mentions of unsub/killing. nothing super graphic or vivid.

     In the beginning god created Heaven and Earth. For what it’s worth, I think he might’ve created you first.

    TRUE LOVE is something humans do, not a feeling we get. However, too often are people blinded by a false sense of love — lust, and are tricked into thinking they love a person when they merely love the idea of them.

    Love was a tricky thing in the BAU and many failed at it countless times, but when people like Derek and Savannah succeeded, it was a blessing. Everyone wanted to experience the feeling of love, and everyone wanted a companion they could come home to after seeing the worst of evil in the world. A small fraction of people were like Alvez, and were simply fine with having a cute dog to greet them when they walked through the front door.

    At first you completely cut the idea of having a relationship from your mind. Combined with your busy work schedule and your inability to let your walls down for the people who cared most about you, a relationship just wouldn’t work. Being in the BAU required the ability to not allow yourself to be vulnerable on the field. You constantly had to keep an invisible shield up in your mind to block out the evil things thrown your way. If this shield would to be broken, you would be just as weak as the unsub you were going after.

    You and Spencer had a strange relationship as many would tell you. When you first joined the team, you were reserved and over-compensated to help yourself feel like you fit in. Strangely, after a few months of being apart of Prentis’s team, you had Spencer had hit it off. Initially there was no sexual desires that played part in your relationship, it was just you and Spencer and your ever-growing friendship that some felt envious of. You made great relationships with the other members, but there was something different you and Spencer had with each other.

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Preferences: Baby Edition (Teen Wolf)

Stiles Stilinski - Picking out names

“Nope”, crossing out the last name off the long, extensive list. Huffing, you were only a few weeks along. Knowing that a mini version of Stiles would be welcomed into the world in roughly 8 months, still sent your head in a spin. You and Stiles had lengthy discussions about starting a family, but there were no permanent plans sent in stone. That changed on the night of your 3 year anniversary of being married to your high school best friend.

Hearing the roar of the Jeep, Stiles was back home after visiting his dad. Peering through the window, watching as he made his way to the door. He was still the same old person, and that made you smile.

“How are my two favourite people?”. Stiles planted a kiss on your cheek, then leaned down to say hi to the growing baby inside of you. Secretly Stiles was hoping for a boy, one that he could teach all of his detective skills too. However, you did catch him the other night scrolling through baby girl names.

Taking a seat on the couch. “Fine, although I never knew how hard it was to come up with a baby name”. Handing over the list to Stiles who skimmed through, occasionally chuckling or pulling a face. Sitting beside you, beer in hand. “We have months to decide, what’s the rush?”.

“You say that now, Stilinski. But those months will turn into weeks and then days, we need to be prepared. I’m not leaving our child nameless”. Snatching the notepad from his hands, you wrote a few more down, then scribbled them off.

Stiles saw the frustration in your face, set the beer bottle on the glass coffee table along with the notepad. “Y/N, our baby will not be nameless”

You kept silent, staring at the list of names that had been forcefully scribbled out and a fresh set of tears welled up in your eyes. Stiles hand took the pad and flipped over to a new blank page. Setting it on your lap, you looked down. “What’s this?”.

“Two new suggestions”.

Grabbing Stiles face, quietly muttering “I love you”. Glancing once more at the names, they were perfect. And you wondered why they never crossed your mind.

Allison Claudia Stilinski

Noah Scott Stilinski

Theo Raeken - Talking to your stomach

You couldn’t sleep, not because of any factor other then your baby boy would not stop kicking. He was restless, which made you restless, causing the need to get sleep almost impossible. You tried everything. From singing a lullaby, to drinking warm tea, but nothing would settle your baby long enough for you to close your eyes.

Tossing for the millionth time, you sighed. Knowing that any chance of rest was gone. The bedroom door creaked open. Theo tiptoed in, thinking that you were in a deep slumber. His face lit up in surprise when he turned to see you propped on the pillows.

“I thought you’d be asleep by now”. He asked, removing the clothes he’d been in all day. Leaving him in nothing but grey boxers.

Huffing, Theo joined you in bed. “I would be, if it wasn’t for your son kicking my stomach every 5 minutes”.

Theo smiled, bent down and kissed your swollen belly. 

“He just won’t listen to me, takes after his dad in that aspect”. You teased.

“Here let me try”. Theo shifted his weight and leaned on his arm, lifting your shirt, he put a hand on your stomach. “Hey, little man. I hear that your not letting your beautiful mum sleep. And well, we need mummy to get her sleep, otherwise she gets real cranky in the morning”. You lightly hit Theo on the shoulder, causing him to laugh. “It would mean a lot to me if you’d calm down and let your mum rest. We’re excited to meet you, little man. But until then, go easy on your mum”.

One last kick from your son, then things calmed down. Theo beamed with pride and rubbed soft circles on your skin.

“Of course our son only listens to his dad. I’m beginning to think he likes you more than me”. A hint of sadness made it’s way in your voice, Theo recognized it and pulled you into his chest, as much as your belly would allow.

“Babe, our little man will love you unconditionally”. Theo laid his eyes on you, smiling due to the fact you fell asleep in his arms. Hand still on your stomach a kiss on the forehead, he uttered one last thing before turning out the light. “Just like his dad”.

Isaac Lahey - Finding out your pregnant

Holding your breath, this was the longest two minutes of your life. Re-reading the instructions, one line for negative, two for positive. Sounded straight forward enough. Re-arranging the items in the cabinet just to waste time, you were also in the middle of cleaning the counter when the timer beeped.

You didn’t rush over, not yet. Having a staring competition with the long white stick, it held the power to change your future as well as Isaac’s….Isaac, if this did turn out to be positive, how were you going to share the news with him?. A more scary thought entered your head, what will his reaction be?. Before diving deeper in worry, you first had to know of the results.

Stepping forward, clutching the stick in your hand, you flipped the pregnancy test over - two straight lines, positive. Without thinking you threw the test in the bin. Everything was surreal, millions of thoughts racing around like a speeding car.

“Pregnant“. Placing both hands on your abdomen. “I’m pregnant”. Catching yourself smiling, the love you already had was crazy. Next step, to share the news with your long time boyfriend.

The sun had just begun to set. Isaac had gone to run errands, he didn’t say what for, all he said was that it shouldn’t take long. The clock became your best friend for the next few hours, constantly checking, wishing that the two hands would tick faster so that Isaac could get home sooner.

Finally the ruffle of keys snapped your head towards the door. Nerves sneaking in when the door handle twisted. “Baby, I’m home”.

Not wanting to draw attention just yet, you counted to 3 and then made your way into the hallway. Isaac picked you up, spinning around, a giggle escaping.

“What do you say to a cliche takeout and a movie?”. He asked, setting you down. Before you could reply a wave of nausea hit you. Running up the stairs, Isaac following right behind. Shutting the bathroom door, you didn’t have time to assess Issac’s reaction. After getting cleaned up, sheepishly you stepped out.

“I’m sorry”.

Helping you take a seat on the bed, he told you not to worry about it. “Are you feeling sick?”.

“In a way”. Dragging the sentence out, not sure how to reveal the big news. “But it’s a good thing”.

Perplexed, Isaac struggled to speak. “How-how can it be a good thing?”.

You knew the only way was to show Isaac, walking into the bathroom and fishing out the test, you held it behind your back and told Isaac to close his eyes. He was reluctant too. “Please, babe”.

When you were convinced that he wouldn’t peak, you grabbed a hold of his hand, setting the test in his palm. “Open them”.

His eyes fluttered open, stunned was what his face revealed. “We-your”. Reaching for your hand, you stumbled into his arms. “You’ve just made me so happy!”. Kneeling down, he whispered. “I’m going to do my best to make you proud to call me dad”.

Scott McCall - First ultrasound

Melissa was explaining what to expect from the ultrasound, since she wasn’t qualified another nurse sat in a swivel chair preparing the necessary equipment. In ran Scott, bending over to catch a breath.

“Sorry, I’m late. The um-meeting ran over time”.

You and Melissa exchanged a glance.

“I sincerely hope you aren’t late to the actually birth”. He kissed the back of your hand. The nurse announced that everything was in order. Excitement was the forefront emotion. You and Scott were going to be able to see your little one for the first time.

She squeezed a small amount of gel onto your stomach, ignoring the coldness, you watched the small screen beside the hospital bed. 

“There is your baby”.

Scott’s eyes glazed with tears, he blinked. “I can’t believe-Y/N that’s our child”. Resting your head on his shoulder, both of you continued to stare at the monitor.

The nurse clicked a few buttons and came back minutes later with the ultrasound photo. She printed two. One for the proud parents to be and the other for Scott’s mum. Wiping off the excess gel, Scott helped you to your feet.

Holding up a folder, the lovely nurse asked if either of you would like to know the sex of the baby. Scott and you discussed to keep it a surprise, however, curiosity was getting the better of you. “Take your time, I’ll leave the folder in case you want to sneak a peak”.

Leaving just you and Scott in the room, Melissa had to go back to her rounds. Inches away from your fingertips, all it took was one quick peak.

“Y/N”. Scott side-eyed you. “We both agreed that we’d wait”.

Sighing. “Yeah, you’re right”.

Exiting the room, you noticed that your coat was left on the chair. Telling Scott you’d meet him at the car, you hurried back. Grabbing the coat, the folder once again caught your eye. “I shouldn’t”. Scolding yourself. Hovering a hand over, “But it couldn’t hurt to accidentally take a look”.

Flipping the folder open, your eyes scanned to the bottom. Gasping, you had a feeling but-.

“I knew you’d peak”. Scott’s voice came from the doorway.

Red cheeks at the fact you’d been caught, Scott grinned, not at all angry or disappointed. Instead he wrapped two arms around your growing belly. “So, what are we having?”.

Leaning back into his embrace. “A girl”.

Derek Hale - Building the crib

It was a regular afternoon. The pack had visited wanting to know any updates on the newest Hale addition. Not having much to tell them, they only stayed for a few hours. Relaxing on the comfy sofa, things were starting to come along. Derek had to give up the loft once he discovered you being pregnant. It just wasn’t practical, nor safe, to live in such a open space.

Hearing a few loud thumps coming from down the hall, you ventured over to see the cause. Derek was hunched over a pile of wooden timber, nuts and bolts, trying to read the instruction manual for the crib. His brow furrowed. “How on earth, this doesn’t make any sense”.

“Who would of thought a crib would defeat the all mighty Derek Hale”. 

“Glad to know your humor’s still intact”. Playfully teasing, just like you did to him.

Taking a seat on the new rocking chair Derek brought a dew days ago, you asked if he needed any help, to which he simply shook his head. For the next half hour you watched as Derek struggled to assemble the crib, every so often he’d pull apart the pieces and start again.

“Derek, hun, let me help”. Getting tired of seeing him get worked up.

Mumbling. “No, I’ve got this”.

A small feeling told you that his odd behaviour came from something else, not just the fact he couldn’t get the crib together. Slowly making your way over, you brushed away the materials and joined Derek on the carpet.

“Talk to me”.

Brushing the beard that was forming, you realized early on in the relationship that stroking Derek’s face helped ease him. “What if-I don’t know how to be a dad, Y/N. I don’t want to screw up our child”.

Shifting to face him, his eyes were lowered until you titled his chin upwards. “Derek, you will be the greatest dad. Our baby will look up to you, love you and be proud to have Hale as their last name”. Tenderly kissing his soft lips. “It’s natural to be afraid, but we’ll figure out how to be parents together. We’re a team and our team is growing. We’ve got your back, Derek Hale”.

Touching your belly, Derek’s lay on top.

“Want to help me build the crib?”. He waved the manual, causing you to laugh.

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How to Change your Character in Harvest Moon: Animal Parade

EDIT 6/9/16: Here’s a list of the character files!

ok ok so people ask me how i did the thing where i changed my character to one of the npc’s. It’s a simple process but it’s also hard to figure out, though once you do its one of those things where you slap your face and groan in how simple it was all this time. Me? I spent days trying to research the file types used, I downloaded a bunch of different programs and no success anywhere. SO! I’ll help people out. This is gonna be long bc I tend to ramble? and ill be including pictures. i apologize 2 mobile users

A warning: im not giving out iso download links nor am I giving out the downloads for the programs used. You’ll have to find those yourself and, as for the iso, that’s up to you decide whether to pirate or to burn from a CD, sorry, i’m not getting myself in trouble over a simple tutorial post. Anyway, continue on!

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Bad Decisions: Part 2

Part 1

Monday morning came sooner than you remembered, maybe because you had a hangover most of saturday.

You got out of bed and forced yourself to take a shower to wake up because you had to be to work soon. The water woke you up mostly and you finished getting ready by drying your hair before pulling it back with your hair pin and put some natural looking makeup on. You put a black pencil skirt and casual blue shirt to match before grabbing your bag and putting your laptop inside along the files you had brought home Friday. You went into the kitchen and poured some coffee in your to-go mug and grabbed a breakfast bar before grabbing your heels and keys.

You drove to work and grab your purse before rushing in.

“Y/N I need the files from friday our clients are asking for them and they were not at your desk.” Your manager found you the second you came in.

“They’re right here I finished them up at home over the weekend.”

“You can’t do that some of our clients have very public profiles and we can’t risk any exposure to them okay?”  

“Yes sir I’m sorry.”

“Alright there’s a new stack on your desk I need them done before you leave today.”

You went to your desk and dropped your bag down. You did accounting data entry for some people that you never actually got the name of because your boss only referred to them by their client number. You had a suspicion that was because you were dealing with some politicians but on the other hand your office was kind of a dump and not in the best neighborhood but it was definitely discrete.

You pulled your laptop and got to work and you had a small chunk of the stack done when your manager came over.

“Y/N I need you to drop something off for a client.” He handed me a manilla folder. “Don’t open it it’s private but he own the club at this address you can walk over there because melissa is sick and they’re demanding it now.”

You didn’t know why any of the damn clients here couldn’t use email for the love of god but you got up and grabbed your purse before putting the folder inside before leaving the building.  

You decided to walk since the address was so close. When you arrived your jaw dropped you were standing at the door to the House of Cards, The Jokers club. You took a deep breath and walked in there was a high chance he wasn’t here because it was the middle of the morning.

Walking in your heels clicked on the ground as you looked around it was surprisingly barren and empty.

“Hello? Is anybody here?” You walked over to the bar to see if anyone was back there. You couldn’t see anyone but your felt like you were being watched.

“What are you doing here we’re not open right now?” You turned around to see a man in a suit come from a door behind you.

“I was asked by my…” he stood over you making you feel shorter than you were. “ My, Um… Manager asked me to bring this over.” You opened your purse and started to look for the folder. You went over to the bar and started pulling things out to find it placing things all over the bar. You found the right folder and quickly placed everything back before turning to face the man. “Here you go um… our client was asking for it there’s a business card if they have any questions.”

You backed out of the club and rushed back to work. The last thing you remember seeing was a flash of green from the upstairs balcony but you were in a rush to leave so you didn’t take a chance to look back.

You went back into the office to find more files and a note on your desk saying they needed to be finished by tomorrow. You were gonna have to work late tonight you sat down and put headphones in and started to zone out while working on the files. You sometimes wished they could just have everything digital to begin with but now that you had met one of the clients you were questioning if it was a different type of person who needed to lay low.

You lost track of time and accidentally fell asleep at your desk. You were woken up by jeffery the night guy who helped keep the office clean.

“Hey Y/N it’s like ten at night why are you still here?”

“I must’ve fell asleep working so late.” You looked to see you had at least finished your files and placed them on your desk neatly and packed up your purse. You started digging around for your keys but you couldn’t find them… had you left them in the club by accident?

You called your roommate to tell her you had just had fallen asleep at work and would be home soon.

You grabbed a cab and headed home and paid him with a few twenties before going into your apartment building. You went into the apartment after climbing up the three flights of stairs. It was the best place in the world but it wasn’t the worst in Gotham by far. You went straight to your bedroom after leaving your work heels by the door. You put your purse on your desk that faced out the window then went and sat on the bed. Something odd stuck you that you had sat on you got up and saw your keys and a playing card, the joker card. You looked over to your desk to see your window was open and the curtains were blowing as he cold night air came in.

Somehow the Joker had figured out these were your keys and where you lived. Then he broke into your apartment and made it blatantly obvious that it was him by leaving a calling card, littalary.

You rushed out of your room looking for your roommate to make sure she was okay you looked around the kitchen and living space before you rushed into her room. You saw a lump on the bed, “Oh my god nooo Jennifer!” you ran over and shook her.

“Y/N what the hell I was asleep.” You gave a sigh of relief and sank onto the side of her bed. “Y/N what’s wrong?”

“Jennifer he was here in the apartment.”

“Y/N who are you talking about nobody was here I was home cleaning most of the day.”

“I had to go drop a file off because melissa was out today and it was to the club. I must have dropped my keys and he put them on my bed.”

“Y/N who are you talking about?” She got up and went into your room. “Holy shit the Joker was here. He was in your room Y/N!”

“I know that!” You were practically shaking because you were afraid of what he might have in mind for you. With him being Bat Shit Crazy, figuratively speaking, you had a feeling it wasn’t good. “I’m gonna sleep on the couch.” You went into your closet and grab some pajamas.

“Y/N you do know that isn’t gonna stop him he’s crazy.”

“That’s why I am also sleeping with this.” You pulled an aluminum baseball bat out from under your bed. “I’m gonna go change in the bathroom.”

You walked into the bathroom and put the pants and tank top on then cleaned your face and finished getting ready for bed.

You went into the living room and laid down on the couch with the bat resting near you. You closed your eyes but you don’t think you ever actually slept.

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Second chance for a normal life (Bucky x Reader)

Originally posted by thesoldierchildren

 Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Summary: (AU)

Bucky is struggling with his life after he came back from the army. He is depressed and he also had a bad start with you.

Warning: cursing, blood, mentions of suicide attempt


Bucky stared at the paper for a good ten minutes. He wished that it was true that he totally gave up from his self, but there was a tiny voice in his head that was screaming at him.

˝Now or never˝ He walked to his bed he took the gun in his hand. He looked at it and then he put it back on the table, taking sleeping pills, every pill that was left in the bottle. He swallowed the pills and he lay down on the bed hoping to never wake up again.

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anonymous asked:

I wish you would write a fanfic where... Victor finds out exactly how much a fanboy Yuuri is when Hiroko sends Yuuri's 37 posters, 42 prints, 4 folders of limited addition magazines, 3 scrapbooks, 5 Victor Nikiforov (TM) figurines, and old VHS tapes of Victor's performances that Yuuri taped. Yuuri is, obviously, embarrassed, but Victor consoles him. Also, in reply, Victor sends Hiroko a picture of the veritable shrine he has been building of Yuuri, complete with a personalized Yuuri dakimakura.

Aww! Anon! I have been wanting to write this so badly so without further ado…here is a short drabble on this. I will most likely make this into a fuller fic in the near future once Christmas is over since I’ve been busy busy busy.

Once again, sorry for the late response! : ( I kept getting pulled away from my desk while writing this so my sincerest apologies.  - Sam


It had all started when the UPS guy delivered a huge brown cardboard box late one evening to Yuuri and Viktor’s apartment. They had been enjoying a quiet evening in together, snuggling on the couch as the TV played in the background and picking at their boxes of Chinese takeout they had grabbed on the way home from the rink. Makkachin had been curled up at their feet, ready to protect them from anything that could harm her owners and also ready to accept any food that was “accidentally” dropped by Yuuri. Viktor may have been a stickler for dog food, but Yuuri knew that one piece of orange chicken wasn’t going to harm the poodle so he would occasionally indulge her with his “clumsiness”.

Not that Viktor was really all that intimidating as he scolded Yuuri for it in between kisses.

The knock at the door had stirred Makkachin from her sleepy panting and had roused Yuuri and Viktor from their lazy sleepy cuddles.

“I got it.” Viktor hummed as he pressed a kiss to Yuuri’s hair and stood from their tangle of limbs, Makkachin following him to the door to investigate and greet their new visitor, her tongue lolling from her mouth in happiness. Yuuri hummed softly and leaned back on the couch, taking another bite of a Rangoon that Viktor had wanted to try. They weren’t all that bad, but after being to China for competitions and from being from Japan, he missed traditional Asian cuisine and not the rip off type that was often served in other parts of the world.

He could hear his boyfriend taking in rapid Russian just down the hallway, catching a few words here and there, but not really understanding what was being said since he was still learning Russian from Viktor. From what he understood though, it didn’t sound like anything too serious so he continued to stay curled up on Viktor’s comfortable sofa and stare at the TV that had been flipped to some sort of news broadcast that had Japanese subtitles playing at the bottom for Yuuri.

“Mama sent us something.” Was the first thing Viktor said as he came into the room with a large brown box cradled in his arms, Makkachin following behind him happily before she was able to squeeze through the wall and Viktor’s legs and bolt for her new favorite cuddle buddy (at least that is what Viktor had accused her of).

“Oh? It must be that last box of my stuff from home that I asked her to send…” He hummed, “You can just set it down and I’ll unpack it tonight before–”

“It’s for me,” Viktor cooed as he plopped down next to Yuuri and set the box down in front of both of them. He pointed at the label and Yuuri had to nod in agreement, it was for Viktor. But what could his Mama have sent his fiance? What could she have sent and not mentioned to Yuuri at some point? Maybe Viktor had left something in Hatsetsu?

“Any idea what it is?” Yuuri asked as he pulled a pair of scissors from the drawer of the coffee table and handing them to Viktor.

“Your guess is as good as mine, honestly. Can’t be too bad since it’s from Mama.” Yuuri nodded. It probably was something they found in Hatsetsu that Viktor accidentally left behind or something that they saw that reminded them of him.

Viktor opened the box and Yuuri’s face immediately reddened in embarrassment and shame.

“I can’t believe she actually sent them…” Yuuri squeaked to himself as he covered his face with his hands. Viktor was laughing heartily in enjoyment as he was suddenly assaulted with pictures of his face. Pictures upon pictures of him with short and long hair, younger and older, on the ice and off greeted him with small smirks and endearing tight-lipped smiles. He began pulling out multiple pictures of himself that had been sent, looking through all of them and reminiscing about his time in juniors and his beginning years in seniors, much to Yuuri’s horror. Occassionally, he’d remark about the angle being wrong and not getting his good side, easily something Yuuri would dispute, but currently didn’t have the energy for.

“I can’t believe…”

“I wonder where she got all these pictures.” Viktor hummed almost teasingly as he pulled more items from the box, posters of Viktor in varying ages were everywhere, some of them signed and others obviously pulled out of magazines, though they had been loved in the same fashion as the higher end ones.

“This was a good picture of me. I loved being in Colorado.” Viktor hummed as he pointed at a poster of himself standing in the snowy mountain air, gold medal around his neck and National team jacket keeping him warm. His long hair had been frozen in time as it flowed through the breeze, making him look a hero returning from war in a bad action movie. Yuuri blushed even deeper when he remembered some of the things he had done while looking at that particular poster.

“Really great shot…” Yuuri said faintly as he curled up in a ball on the couch in utter shame. Viktor would definitely find him to be a weirdo now. Viktor had known that Yuuri was a fan, of course, but now that ‘Katsuki Yuuri: The Fanboy’ had been taken out of the closet…

“Ooh. Look at these Yuurtshka! Viktor squealed as he pulled out four huge file folders that had been stuffed full with magazines; all the magazines Yuuri had ever collected through his time as a hardcore Viktor Nikiforov stan.

“Oh no,” Yuuri mumbled to himself, “Naze mamadesu ka?“ (Why mama?)

“OH MY GOSH, YUURI! Look!” Viktor suddenly held up a very limited edition magazine that Yuuri had fought to the death for over eBay, “I never even got to read this one! I tried to get it when it came out but someone outbid me on eBay. I was so angry with “viktors-bluest-eyes” for the longest time as a teenager.”

Yuuri felt his eyes widen and his blush deepen. He had apparently been in a bidding war over the internet with Viktor at one point in time for this very magazine. He made a weak sounding squeak as Viktor hummed and continued to riffle through the box off Viktor Nikiforov memorabilia that his Mama had sent.

Time had revealed a collection of Viktor Nikiforov fan merch, a whole set of Victor Nikiforov ™ figurines (all of which Viktor had no idea existed and had proudly set them on the mantle place in their “place of honor”), multiple scrapbooks that he had determinedly flipped through happily, cooing to Yuuri about how well he did formatting pictures by stickers and colorful paper. VHS tape upon VHS tape surfaced as well and by the time Viktor had insisted on taking the tapes to be digitalized Yuuri finally cracked.

Tears flowed down Yuuri’s cheek as he curled up tighter into a ball on the couch.

“Yuurtshka?” Viktor’s voice was soft and tender, unlike the happy squeals he was letting out not even five minutes ago, “What’s wrong sweetheart?”

Yuuri hid his face in his hands as he shook, “This is so embarrassing. You think I’m a freak now, don’t you?”

“No! No, of course not moy sladkiy,” Viktor cooed as he pulled his ball of Yuuri close, “You’re so precious Yuuri.”

“I’m the biggest fanboy ever. I practically stalked your skating career…”

“And that’s so adorable, Yuuri.” Viktor purred as he rocked them back and forth, “You’re so passionate about something and that makes me happy. It makes me even happier that it’s me because I love you so much.”

Yuuri hiccuped, “Why?”

“Well, lots of reasons. You’re so sweet, Yuuri, and so honest. And you’re talented and the way you dance on the ice makes me so inspired. You’re an amazing cook and you have this adorable little laugh. Plus you love animals and–”

“Why do you not find this weird, Viktor?” Yuuri asked as he looked up at him with teary eyes, “You don’t find it weird that the president of your fan club is–”

“You’re “viktors-bluest-eyes”?” Viktor asked with far more enthusiasm than Yuuri expected.

He nodded and let Viktor continue you to squeeze him tight, “Aww! I love “viktors-bluest-eyes”! Even before I met you Yuuri, I followed your blog because you were so sweet and cool and you didn’t like spreading rumors about me. You just let me be who I am and supported me no matter what. And now I get to marry you and–”

“Y-You read my blog?” Yuuri asked softly and gave a watery chuckle at Viktor’s rapid nod. Viktor hummed and chuckled along.

“Well, if you feel like this is your dirty little secret, I might as well come clean too.” Viktor pulled them to their feet and led Yuuri to one of the spare bedrooms that Viktor had dubbed his office. In all his time here in St. Petersburg, Yuuri had never even seen the elder skater in the room. Viktor paused by the door and Yuuri saw his pale cheek light in a gentle blush before he pressed a kiss to Yuuri’s lips and then forehead.

“Welcome to the head quarters of Katsuki Yuuri’s ultimate fanboy.” Viktor hummed as he opened the door and let Yuuri peer in the room. The Japanese skater gasped as he walked in the room, Viktor’s arms wrapped around his waist.

The entire room was a shrine to Yuuri; the walls covered in posters of Yuuri from juniors and seniors. Framed photos of Yuuri sat along the bookshelves of magazines that had been dedicated to him. Figurines of Yuuri sat in glass cases for protection around the room and even an exact replica of one of his skating costumes from his time in Juniors sat in a life save glass case to be preserved.

“Oh my god.” He mumbled as he let his eyes drift around the room, his cheeks burning in shyness, “When…?”

“After I saw you dance that night at the banquet, I knew I was in love with you. I started researching you and, well, I feel down a dark hole.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re so precious Yuuri. You are the most precious bean and you deserve to be preserved.” Viktor hummed as he trailed kisses across Yuuri’s cheek and down his jaw, “moy dragotsennyy bob.”


“Viktor, why in the hell do you have these?” Yuuri asked Viktor who pressed two large personalized Yuuri dakimakura into his fiance’s hands. One was of Yuuri laying spread on his back in his eros costume, his hair slicked back and his brown eyes looking up at him with dripping lust. The other was more PG-rated with Yuuri laying on his side dressed in a pair of his training leggings and a loose t-shirt hanging off his shoulders. His glasses were askew and his hair was mused up from what looked to be sleep; by his head “I love you, my Vicchan” had been written in Cyrillic.

“I miss you when I have to leave you here to go to competitions so I need a Yuuri to cuddle,” Viktor asked as if it was the simplest thing in the world. Yuuri just nodded and held the pillow as Viktor took out his phone and eyed the scene in front of him, “A little to the left Yuuri. I want to make sure she can see the limited edition Yuri on Ice alarm clock.”

Yuuri just snorted but scooted over so Viktor could snap a few pictures of the room for Mama Katsuki. He managed to get a few because then he came to stand by his fiance to take a few selfies. They both smiled at the camera and then on the last shot, Yuuri pressed his lips to Viktor’s cheek lovingly.

It wasn’t that much longer when Hiroko received a whole onslaught of pictures from her future son-in-law of a whole shrine to her baby boy and one picture of the two of them kissing with the caption, “Thank you for allowing me to add to my collection…” at the bottom.

June 30: Ships that pass in the night (Chapter Ten)

Title: Ships that pass in the night (Chapter Ten)
Tags: Alternate Timeline, AU, Slow burn, stranger to friends, friends to lovers
Words: 3973
Summary:
Dan and Phil are YouTubers. The catch? They’ve never met, and Phil doesn’t want them to.

Prompt: This is late. I know. But here are some reasons why: Squidge moved in. The internet went down in my entire area. I was really tired yesterday. I was tired because I woke up sick today. I had tickets to see Carrie Hope Fletcher in Addams Family and I had to go to that. So here is it, a little after midnight UK time but… finished. It’s also the longest chapter so far so hopefully that makes up for it.

Also the exact nature of these plot points might have evolved in this chapter because I’m ill. Write what you know and all that. But the reason for the scenes stays the same I just changed the conditions they happened in. I actually prefer this so hey, there’s an upside to being ill.

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‘don’t wait up’ (au niklaus mikaelson one-shot ft damon salvatore)

Prompt: Remember how Klaus said he’d ‘pick up some ladies’ and you thought he wouldn’t? Yeah, well he did. He brought Caroline home, and it obviously upsets you. You go to your best friend Damon’s house to take your mind off things.

Requested: yes, by some vvv sweet anons xoxox

Pairing: Klaus x Reader, Klaus x Caroline, Caroline x Damon, Damon x Reader

Warnings: nothing really, just really sad narrator, asshole klaus, klaroline, sweet Damon

A/N: Here is part two!!!! Thank you for waiting, and sorry if it didn’t end how you wanted it. (to be fair, it’s not over yet). I really hope you guys like this! Let me know what you think! To read part one, just click on the word “previously”!


Previously

“While you lot are here studying, I’ll be picking up some lovely ladies,” he winks at me and I fight to keep the disappointment off my face. “Don’t wait up for me, love.”

“I wasn’t planning on it, Niklaus,” I turn on my heel and make my way to the living room. How dare he?

“Goodbye,” he walks out the door, not earning any sort of acknowledgement from me.

“Alright, drown me in Bio facts,” I groan and sit down in the middle of the living room, determined not to let Klaus get in my head… because it was THAT easy.

That Night

“Holy shit,” I groan, taking in the heaps of notes and flashcards scattered around my living room, hours after Damon and Bex took off. I yawn and rub my eyes, leaning back against one of the sofas. Biology textbook in hand, my eyes flutter shut as a quiet “just five minutes” escapes my lips.

Middle of the Night

“Mmmmph,” I groan and stretch, falling over to my side with my textbook still clenched against my chest. “Oh no.”

I rub my eyes slightly, willing them shut. The imminent moonlight pouring through my open curtains, however, had other plans. Wait.. open curtains? I was sure I’d closed them last night! I jolt away, jumping up and banging my head against the arm of the sofa.

“Ow!” I place my textbook down and rub my head, standing up to check up on my curtains. I place my hands against my hips and lean back. The curtains were certainly open, but if not me then… “Klaus?”

“Sorry?” A female voice whispers from behind me and I yelp, flipping myself around to face her: the HER in reference being a beautiful green-eyed, modelesque young blonde woman.

“Excuse me?” I look at her, brows furrowed.

“Did you call for Klaus?” She smiles at me, her perfect teeth nearly blinding my tired eyes.

“Yes, but who are you?” I self-consciously cover my arms over my chest as a blush rises over her cheeks.

“I-I’m–” she stutters as Klaus walks out of his room in nothing but a pair of boxers, a smirk plastered on his face.

He notices Caroline’s blush and then turns to me, a look of realization flashing on his face. In that moment, everything clicks. Klaus going out to pick up some women, the girl’s indecent clothing, Klaus’s barely there clothing–he had sex last night. Klaus Mikaelson, my fuck buddy, had sex last night. He had sex with someone other than me. Why the fuck do I feel so betrayed?

“Oh,” I clear my throat and force a smile on my face. “I see.”

“Yeah, sorry about barging in. I didn’t know Klaus had a… roommate?” She questions,a hopeful look plastered on her face.

“Yeah, roommate,” I don’t let my eyes leave her face in fear of an accidental tear rolling out my damn eye.

“I’m Caroline,” she holds her hand out and it takes all I’ve got not to slap her hand away.

“I’m Saf, nice to meet you,” I smile and grip her hand, shaking it firmly and releasing it quickly. “I’m gonna clean up here and then head out. I’ll let you two have some fun.”

I turn on my heal and stuff all my notes and flashcards into one folder before running into my room to grab a sweater and a backpack.

“I’m so stupid,” I whisper, shaking my head as I shrug a sweater over my arms.

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I grab a backpack and walk back into the living room, trying to block out every emotion as Klaus openly kissed Caroline. He never kissed me like that.I stuff everything in my bag and sling it over my shoulder, barely managing a smile as I looked over to the couple.

“I’ll probably be out late studying. Have fun, you two,” Caroline smiles at me as I look over to Klaus for a split second. “Don’t wait up.”

Klaus’s eyes darken as he watches me leave. I slam the door behind me, not feeling the least bit apologetic.I walk down the hall and out my building, slowly making my way over to Damon’s apartment. After about 10 minutes of trudging, I arrive at his door.

“Damon,” I call out tiredly, knocking on the door. I wait a few minutes and get no response. I decide to knock again, raising my hand to release the blow.

“Huh?” Damon tiredly pulls the door open before I can knock again. “What are you doing here, babe?”

“I-” I give Damon a wobbly smile and mumble incoherently before shrugging. My bottom lip trembles and I shrug again, trying my damndest to keep from crying.

“Hey, hey,” he pulls me in and wraps his arms around my waist, closing the door behind us. “What’s happening? What’s wrong?”

“K-Klaus,” I whispered, finally letting loose and crying all over Damon.

“What did that asshole do?” Damon kisses the side of my head and soothingly rubs my back as I let out a couple shuddering breaths.

“H-he slept with someone else, Damon. Klaus brought a girl home,” I whimper and dig my nails into Damon’s barely-covered waist.

“What? He brought someone home?!” Damon curses under his breath as I fight to control my breathing. “Who? Who did he bring home?”

“A-a girl named Caroline,” I whimper and Damon grows still. “And she’s so pretty! I mean I see why he slept with her: she’s beautiful, blond, skinny, green-eyed, and basically everything I’m not.”

“You stop that,” Damon pulls away and holds my face between his hands. “I know Caroline, and I can guarantee that you’re so much better than she is. Granted, you two are very different, but God I would kill to have you. You’re fierce and sassy and smart and loud-mouthed yet an introvert. How does that even work?”

“Thank you, Damon,” I sniffle, giving Damon a small smile as he runs his thumb under my eyes to wipe my tears. I place my hand over his and rub his knuckles. He gives me a warm smile and I kiss the side of his hand. “You’re the best.”

“I do what I can, and I’ll always do anything for you.” He leans forward and presses his lips against my forehead, letting them rest there for a beat longer than usual.

“You know the same applies in my case, too, right? Always, babe,” I smile, my free hand resting against Damon’s waist.

“I know. Now come on, let’s get some rest,” he winks and grabs my hand, leading us to his room.

“At least take me on a date first,” I chuckle and nudge Damon. He simply shakes his head and pulls me in.

“I’m assuming you didn’t bring any pajamas?” He smirks at me and I pout.

“No,” I open one of his drawers and start rummaging through it. “But I’m sure you have something I can borrow.”

“Take what you need,” he kisses the side of my head and makes his way to the bathroom. I pull out a white t shirt and hold it in front of me, satisfied when I see that it goes halfway down my thighs. .

“Close your eyes,” I yell out, hoping that Damon heard me. I quickly pull my pants off and let out a sigh, happy that Damon hadn’t made his return yet. I quickly pull my sweater off and chuck it into a corner of his room: still no Damon. Taking a deep breath, I pull my shirt off… and Damon picks that convenient moment to walk into the room.

“Hey, sorry I couldn’t–” he turns to look at me, jaw dropping almost immediately as his eyes land on my chest.

“Damon close your eyes!” I glare and quickly pull on his shirt, crossing my arms over my chest as he clears his throat and looks away.

“I’m sorry! I couldn’t hear what you said. I was brushing my teeth,” he shrugs and I stick my tongue out at him, his eyes flickering down to my chest as I fight to keep a blush off my face.

“Oh come on! It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” I walk over to his bed as Damon rolls his eyes.

“Okay we were like 10 and it was an accident! Your boobs were not this-this-THIS when we were 10!” He crosses his arms and I shake my head.

“Get into bed, loser. I’m tired,” I lay down on his bed: long, brown hair splattered across his pillow as I stretch, his shirt riding up my legs a little as I look up at him.

He clears his throat and nods, still watching me.

“Come on,” I laugh and shake my head, pulling him down onto the bed. Only, of course, he loses his footing and lands right on top of me. I let out a small gasp, my dark eyes meeting his smouldering blues.

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“Well, I’m here,” he smirks, not making any effort to get off of me. His eyes flicker down to my lips before coming up to meet my dark orbs. Unable to control myself, I do the same; I let my eyes linger on his lips, my tongue darting out to wet my own as I imagine how his would feel against them.

“Fireproof” - Part 6

“Fireproof” - Part 6

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Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Word Count: 1,280

Key: Y/N = Your Name, Y/L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Injuries, Feels Galore

Summary: After a genetic mutation showed itself about 5 years ago, you became a Kingsman and worked alongside some of the best agents: Your father, Merlin, Roxy, and Eggsy. When you are assigned a mission with Eggsy, things flare up.

Originally posted by fourteenyearswithpain

Originally posted by chloebartrum


Author’s Note: This part was okay to write until halfway through, then it was a struggle for me. But I finally finished it and then had @the-witching-hours12-3 work her beta-reading magic and helped me figure out how to make this part good. <3

There will be a 2 part epilogue after this (because I can) and I am excited for those!

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The plane landed safely back at headquarters. You were relieved to be home, but using your mutation as much as you had and being as beaten as you were, you had little in the way of energy. Eggsy was under your right arm, letting you use him as a crutch. Merlin and Roxy were waiting on the ground to welcome you home and congratulate you on the mission.

There were only six steps from the plane to the ground. You made it down the first one but then had to stop; you felt another wave of lightheadedness start to wash over you. Eggsy felt you stop and switched from feeling grateful to be back, to being protective and ready to help. As soon as you began to reach for his arm, Eggsy was ready to catch you.

“Eggsy, I don’t think I can…” was all that you were able to get out before your legs gave out and the tunnel vision took over. Merlin and Roxy’s smiles fell as they saw you reach for Eggsy and collapse.

Shit! Alright, I got you, luv.” Eggsy easily caught you and carried you bridal style rushed to the infirmary with Merlin and Roxy not far behind.

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After you were taken back by a professional, Eggsy and Merlin discussed what happened during the mission. Merlin then sent Eggsy to go get cleaned up and have something to eat. While Eggsy took care of himself, Merlin stayed with you. The doctors moved you into a private room after they cleared you and Merlin sat by your bed.

It was about an hour later when Eggsy knocked on the door. Merlin got up from his chair near your bed and opened the door. Eggsy walked in and saw you hooked up to an IV, with a cannula in your nose, and a few monitors surrounding your bed. He took a deep breath in and shakily let it out, fearing that the doctors had found something worse or that using your powers to the extent that you had may have left internal damage. Merlin quietly shut the door and then put a hand on Eggsy’s shoulder.

“She’s going to be fine. She’s asleep; she’ll have to take it easy for a week or so. The IVs are to make sure she is hydrated and won’t accidentally set anything on fire. The cannula is to help her oxygen intake. Her mutation uses up a lot of her oxygen and then slowly eases up after she stops actively using it and then she can function normally; that’s why she fainted. But she’ll recover.” Merlin watched as Eggsy let out a sigh of relief. He then saw that Eggsy had a bag in his hand. From what he could tell, there were a few flowers, your favorite movie, and some snacks in the bag. Merlin smiled and patted Eggsy’s shoulder before moving in front of him.

“Thank you for being there for her. I know this isn’t the first time, nor will it be the last.”

“No it will not. I don’t plan on leavin’ her anytime soon.”

“I can tell how much you mean to each other. That being said I don’t think I need to warn you what will happen if you decide to mess with my daughter. Just keep in mind that while I know she can fry you like chips, I can also take you out and make sure your body is never found. Understood?” Eggsy eyes went wide as he absorbed Merlin’s threat, then he nodded in response.

“Good. She should wake up soon. Good job on the mission. Have a good night.” Merlin said as he exited the room.

Eggsy let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding and started to quietly set up the things he brought. He wasn’t able to get much set up except the flowers, since everything else was a bit noisy, so he elected to just sit next to you and try to finally take a breather until you woke up.

He softly took your hand in his and raised it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles then he began to rub small, smooth circles across the back of your hand using his thumb. Even though his touch was featherlight, it was enough to cause you to stir. You slowly opened your eyes and see his heart stopping green ones. Giving his hand a light squeeze, you knew he was really there and that you were safe. Smiling, you spoke.

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*whispers* levihaaan. 18

*whispers* thanks for the request - hope you enjoy it!  

Send me a pairing and a number and i’ll write you a drabble.


Erwin marched, smoothly adjusting the bolo tie at his neck. It was a nervous habit. Not that he was nervous, per-se. Though he could admit, there was a particular anxiousness that churned in his gut.

He’d been called to a meeting with their groundskeeper, a man who went by the name of Mortimer Crankwater, and was every bit as unpleasant as his name suggested. Mortimer, a thin, rail of a man was in charge of maintaining Headquarters and the large plot of land that surrounded it. He had a team of workers, and had been given leave by the powers-that-be to siphon any necessary funds from the Survey Corp’s budget. It was a power that gave Erwin Smith no small amount of grief. It seemed that there was always something that his clean-up crew was lacking, and Mortimer never hesitated to draw funds from the Survey Corps ever dwindling budget.

And now, Mortimer had called Erwin to a meeting. A meeting to discuss, of all things, formal disciplinary action against two of Erwin’s top officers. It was  ridiculous, of course. Levi and Hanji weren’t guilty of – Erwin glanced down at the written summons – willful and/or negligent destruction of government property. He frowned. No, Mortimer Crankwater was clearly mistaken, Erwin thought, and promptly reached up to adjust his tie.

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*waves shyly* hey everyone :) I’ve not written in ages so this is probably all over the place but it feels good to be back. I have to thank @whyimmathere for their Molliarty aesthetics post about Jim and Molly’s office romance. It’s what kicked this whole thing off because I simply could not get those beautiful graphics out of my head. You can find the post here. Anyway, I hope this wasn’t too crap and that it hits all the right Molliarty spots. x 

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It had begun with a trip.

Not the sort where bags were packed and where beach destinations awaited.

No, it was the embarrassing sort – the one where one’s shoe would get caught in the office door mat, sending the person crashing forward.

That person was Jim Moriarty.

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Yukimura/Saizo common route - part 3

I did it! I wrote a part 3! We are getting close to the point where we decide who we are going to follow. (It’s Saizo. It was pretty unanimously Saizo.)

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[Enter Mai left stage]

After asking Noriko where I could get a coffee and making sure I got my caffeine fix, I headed back to my desk to get to work on reading documents. The confidentiality agreement was pretty basic; don’t reveal anything about anyone or anything that isn’t public knowledge. I felt a twinge of guilt as I signed before I remembered that I was signing it as Kazuko, not as myself, so technically I wasn’t actually agreeing to it. Immediately after that thought, I felt an even bigger twinge of guilt at the slight relief I had just felt as I remembered I wasn’t signing my name. You’re not signing your name because you’re going to be doing some probably awful unknown task, Mai, I chided myself. Patting yourself on the back over technicalities isn’t going to stop that. Especially as the technicality was pretty illegal. What was the crime of signing not your name called? I couldn’t remember, but I knew it was bad.

Pushing the confidentiality agreement aside, I started work on reading the employee manual. Also pretty basic – don’t sexually harass anyone (although I halfway felt like I was accidentally sexually harassing Yukimura just by wearing my current outfit, I thought as I self-consciously hitched up the neckline of my blouse), don’t bully, avoid smelly foods in the lunchroom, etc.

I did take note of the lack of rules against fraternizing. Good. Seduction wasn’t a firing offense. Maybe I could be the reason for a whole new chapter in the employee handbook. “Don’t seduce your boss and give away company secrets to mobsters to save your sister and family restaurant,” it would read, explicitly outlining things that most people would think are obvious “do nots” at work.

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Prompt: Person A is trying to rearrange their bookshelf, but person B keeps tickling them as soon as they lift their arms to reach the higher shelves. Person A accidentally throws a book on person B at one point due to being tickled at a very sensitive spot, and person B jokes and says “you did that on purpose” and tackles them for a proper tickle fight/nhasablog

A/N: Thank you, N for sending me these. Hope I can make someone proud with this. Brotherly tickles. That’s pretty much it.


Sam sighed. “Look, Dean. I don’t know why, okay? Now will you stop bothering me about it?”

This was typical. The brothers had just returned from a hunt. The library tables were littered with books and files along with some empty pizza boxes and beer bottles. And of course it was Sam who was cleaning up again.

After getting in the car they had gotten into an argument. Neither of them knew what it was about anymore and they were both slightly grouchy, thanks to sleep deprivation and a nice beating.

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Lasting

Originally posted by sughyun

genre: angst, fluff — word count: 1688

Stay in my heart in the dark, do not leave. I want you to stay in my heart though it’s hard.

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