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Anthony Ramos x Reader

Requested: anthony x reader where reader is anthony’s longterm girlfriend who stuck with him through him never being home, missing out on date nights for rehearsals & performances, & really through everything together. when the show hits broadway, anthony starts staying waaay later than he has to @ the theatre & on readers 3 year anni with him, he insists he has to stay late at the theatre when they already had plans together & reader discovers it was just bc he wanted to hang out with jasmine

Words: 6,149 (i get it man, I’m so extra)

Warnings:  swearing, cheating, AND angst, SO much angst, I’m sorry

A/N: I WANT TO DEDICATE THIS FIC TO THE MOST AMAZING PERSON, ELL @lookaroundlookaroundhowlucky. THANK YOU FOR LOOKING OVER THIS & FOR LITERALLY MAKING ME LAUGH & SMILE EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY. I LOVE YOU & I APPRECIATE THE SHIT OUTTA YA GIRL. Y’ALL GO CHECK HER OUT, SHE SLAYS THE GAME EVERYDAY.

ALSO, I have no words as to how PROUD I am of this fic, it’s UNREAL. It took me so long to write and I love it, it’s basically my child. PLEASE ENJOY.

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Try Harder To Be Discreet. (Barry Allen/The Flash Imagine)

Request: Can I please request a Barry Allen x Reader where she is Harrison Wells’ daughter and Barry and the reader have been married for a while now and they want to tell the team that they are expecting a baby. Thanks! 

I don’t know if you meant Eobard!Wells, or Harry Wells, or H.R. Wells. So I decided to go with Eo!Wells who isn’t evil in this. I hope you don’t mind!

I know… I’ve been inactive! I really am trying!

I know this is late! I’m sorry!

Requests are open! (Just bear with me)

I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by gustin-daily

You looked down at the small tattoo of a lightning bolt on your ring finger for comfort as you threw up in the S.T.A.R. Labs restroom. It was Barry’s idea, seeing as a wedding band would’ve raised suspicions. It’s been nearly two years since you and Barry started dating. And it’s been about six months since you two were secretly got married. Your relationship was something unplanned, but neither of you had any doubts. 

The only problem with the marriage and relationship was that your father, the great Harrison Wells, has yet to be informed about it. Every chance you got to tell him, there was always something that ruined the moment. You knew the more you kept it a secret, the more strained your relationship with your father would be. The mere thought of losing your father made you want to hurl, but that wasn’t the reason as to why you were having morning sickness.

After a few minutes, you got up and composed yourself, fixing your hair in a bun and wiping away your smudged makeup. You quickly left the restroom and went back to your desk, pretending as if nothing happened. 

“Caitlin, please check on (Y/N).” Your father said as he monitored the computers, watching Barry’s every movement.

“But Barry’s on a mission-” Caitlin began, but your father shook his head.

“Armed robbery… Barry’s got this.” Caitlin gave you a soft smile before helping you up.

Caitlin knew exactly was wrong with you, but she didn’t want to pry. You wish you invited her to be a witness to your wedding, but since the decision was so spontaneous, Joe and Iris took on the roles. 

“Every thing seems to be in order. You don’t have a fever…” Caitlin trailed off as she cleaned off her thermometer. “Did you have anything bad last night?” She asked. 

You shook your head as you thought about last night. Barry spent the night trying to make you comfortable and catered to your every need. He even raced to Star City to get Big Belly Burger, the one that always put in extra fries. But you definitely didn’t eat anything that didn’t sit well with you. If anything, it sat quite nicely. 

“She seems fine.” Caitlin called out to your father as Barry sped right in. His eyes widened as he took note of you sitting on the hospital bed.

“You okay?” He asked, worry in his eyes. What he really wanted to ask was: is the baby okay?

You nodded. “Just threw up because of something. No biggie.” 

“Yes biggie. You could have an ulcer, or some gallbladder diseases, or a brain tumor, (Y/N)!” Cisco yelled out. You raised your eyebrows at him. 

And Caitlin gave him a strange look. “Did you look up vomiting causes on WebMD?” She asked. Cisco gave her a sneaky grin and she rolled her eyes. “I promise, you have none of that. Don’t worry… I’m talking to you, Dr. Wells.” You all chuckled as your father’s panic was easily seen on his face.

“I mean she could be pregnant.” Your father stated. Everyone just froze on the spot. You and Barry both looked at him quizzically. None of you were sure if he was joking or not, but the thought of your father finding out this way shook you to your core. “What?”

“W-why do you say that?” You asked, your voice shaking but you attempted to keep it straight. 

“People take pictures, (Y/N). Videos, even.” Your father began. “And the funniest thing occurred to me when I saw these videos and photos on the internet… I thought hmm.. why is Barry always running around near (Y/N)’s apartment? You can put together a puzzle like that as quickly as a speedster, can’t you? You randomly getting a lightning tattooed on your ring finger. Barry always worrying about you. You always worrying about Barry. Not to mention we have cameras.” 

You and Barry knew the cat was out the bag, but neither of you dared to glance at each other. You both kept your eyes trained on your father. “So how long have you two been together?” Your dad asked.

“Two and a half years.” Barry asked, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Anything else I might want to know?” 

You slowly tip toed over to your husband as you interlaced your fingers. “Um… Six months ago we eloped.” You saw your father’s jaw clench but it slowly released. “And I’m three and a half weeks pregnant.” You and Barry flinched awaiting your father’s wrath, but none came. 

“That part I put together on my own seeing as you’re almost always tired, hungry, and if you aren’t at a calmed state, your enraged. Much like your mother.” You smiled, remembering the memories you had of her, a few tears escaped your eyes and Barry rubbing your back soothingly. “I’m mad that I didn’t get to walk my baby girl down the aisle, but we can always redo that part. Barry take care of my girl. And… for the love of God, Try Harder To Be Discreet.

You walked over to hug your father, crying quietly into his arms. But then Cisco cleared his throat. “We’re definitely redoing that wedding. Barry, what were you thinking? I wasn’t your best man, dude!” 

We need to talk about something.

And that something is the way Harry would behave when you get home from the gym.

You get back, absolutely exhausted from a hard workout, your gym clothes cool and damp with sweat, sticking to your skin. And Harry’s in the kitchen cooking some “protein” noodles or maybe they’re zoodles or squoodles, and for whatever reason he’s only got a pair of tight joggers on, his chest completely exposed to the boiling pot.

“Don’t burn yourself,” you sigh, remembering the last time he cooked nearly naked and little grease spatter burns were across his belly for at least a week. You kick off your shoes, bending to remove the sweat-soaked socks from your feet. A sharp hiss escapes you as you feel the burn in your thighs.

“S’the matter?” he asks, turning the stove top off and removing the pot before crossing over to you.

“My thighs burn,” you mutter, slowly easing yourself up. Harry’s closer now, arms outstretched with his hands running over your shoulders. His fingers twist around a bit of damp hair before he pulls them back, brushing them lightly beneath his nose. “Are you trying to smell my sweat?”

“Yeah,” he grins unabashedly, taking a fist full of your wet hair and inhaling deeply. He growls in pleasure, before placing a kiss on your neck. “What do they call it? Natural musk?”

“I do not have a musk, Harry!”

You stomp away from him, but the ache in your thighs keeps you from achieving the desired dramatics.

“Yeh do, love, and it’s sexy,” he says, easily closing the distance between you once more as he slithers his arms around your waist and rests his head atop yours, swaying you gently.

“Well, I think I’m smelly and would like to take a shower.”

“Can I help yeh with that, love?”

Turning in his arms, you give him a hard look. “No,” you answer firmly, “because to you helping is fucking and I’m just too exhausted for that right now.”

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Butt-Dialed

Summary: A phone call at 3 A.M. was unexpected, especially when it was Chris using Lin’s cellphone to tell you something very important.

Pairing: Lin x reader

A/N: Take a wild guess where I got the inspiration for this one.


“Lin?” you whispered into your phone, extremely confused. You heard a lot of shuffling and muffled laughter. Maybe he accidentally butt-dialed you? …But at three in the morning?

“Lin.” You called a little louder, hoping that he would hear you. You strained your ears, hoping to catch some of the furious whispers passing through the line. You were more confused than ever when you heard: “Give it back!”, “It’s not funny!”,  and “Oh relax. She’s probably too tired to remember this in the morning anyways.”

Okay, they were definitely talking about you.

“Hello? Lin?” you repeat, patience wearing thin.

Just before you decided to hang up and go back to bed, the smooth voice of Chris stopped you.

“Hi, it’s Chris!” he said cheerfully, voice slurred. It was a tell-tale sign that he was drunk.

“Hi. Can I help you?” you asked dryly, confused at why exactly you were talking to him on Lin’s phone.

“I just wanted to tell you, that my buddy here, Lin, likes you. He’s was too much of a wuss to tell you so I – ow! Shit Lin, that hurts!”

You heard more muffled sounds and struggling.

“I, um.  Hi,” the breathless voice of Lin greeted you, and you bit back a laugh. “We’ve been drinking.”

“Yes, I can tell,” you drawled, rolling over to your side and bringing a hand up to cover the smile on your lips, “care to explain what Chris just told me?”

“Pining. I’ve been pining. And all I’ve been doing is whining. To Chris, to Lac, to my Uber driver. Damn, I really wanna take you out to this really fucking cool diner. Tomorrow night. Let’s go grab a bite. So say yes, alright?”

You laughed so hard that you snorted, tears in your eyes as you listened to him freestyling. “Lin,” you gasped, “that was magical.”

“Fuck, I’m so drunk,” he groaned, “I’m going to regret this tomorrow, aren’t I?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out for ages,” you whispered, your smile so wide that it made your cheeks hurt.

“I’m so stu - wait, what? Are you serious?” he yelled, “Holy shit, guys! She said yes!”

You heard multiple shouts from his end of the phone, making you realize that there was no way that Chris was the only person with him. You pressed the phone closer to your ear, laughing when you heard someone exclaim victoriously that Lin finally grew a pair of balls.

“I - I gotta go, they want celebratory shots? I don’t understand what’s happening right now. But I do know that I like you. A lot. Don’t forget that we have a date tomorrow.”

And with that, he hung up.

You laid in bed, dumbfounded and ecstatic.

When it all sank in, you did a small dance in bed and buried your face in your pillow, hoping that your roommates didn’t hear your giddy giggles.

Yes! Lin liked you!

anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your blog so much! If it's not too much trouble, could I request RFA (+ Saeran if possible?) after the RFA party? I'm dying for fluff ;0;

Hope this helps your fluff craving~ Enjoy! 


Zen:

  • He wanted to take you away from the press and reporters
  • So, Zen takes you downtown to a secluded cafe
  • But instead of sitting down to drink the coffee, he takes you around the little town
  • You two walk into little shops and see all the items
  • He takes you to a bridge nearby to see the cityscape
  • You two spend most of the time talking and right before you’re about to leave, he pulls out on of those locks
  • You write both of your name in sharpies and attach it to the bridge
  • He brings you back to his place and you order some take out
  • You’re really tired so you crash on the couch
  • He slides next to you and buries his face in your shoulder
  • You’re running your fingers through his hair and next thing you know, you had both fallen asleep
  • You almost missed the food delivery
  • Despite being exhausted, you two talk late into the night until you fall asleep on the couch again
  • He just carries you gently into the guest room before returning to his own

Yoosung:

  • He wasn’t exactly supposed to be at the party for that long
  • So, once it was over, you and the rest of the members forced him to go back to the hospital to finish his treatment
  • He only has to stay until evening
  • You decided to stay with him the rest of the day
  • He doesn’t have any video games, so you go down to the gift shop and get a pack of cards and a few boardgames
  • You’re mostly talking while playing, and it’s really nice
  • He keeps commenting on all your little habits and quirks, since this is the first day he’s actually seen you
  • When he’s finally discharged, you drive him home and he invites you inside for some coffee
  • Even though you insist he needs rest, you eventually give in
  • As soon as you walk in, it smells like lemon cleaner and vanilla candles, which is so like him
  • He shows you around his place and you find it cute when he gets flustered if you point out one of his collectibles or cute knick knacks
  • Despite his eye, he makes you a cup of coffee and you two talk in the kitchen
  • You can’t stay late and he needs rest, so you eventually have to call it a night
  • But he walks you to his car and gives you a few more soft kisses
  • The sweet taste of coffee accompanies your smile all the way back to your apartment that night

Jaehee:

  • The party was a success and the buzz of all the people made you giddy
  • And besides that, the fact that you and Jaehee were going to be partners for the cafe was beyond exciting
  • Seeing you so ecstatic, Jaehee surprised you by taking you to the cafe she bought right after the party
  • Your enthusiasm was contagious and you two spent your time looking at the empty spot, imagining how you would redecorate the place
  • Afterwards, you drag her to a home improvement store so you can look at paint and color schemes
  • You get a bunch of samples to look at later
  • By the time you’re done there, your extra energy is worn out and Jaehee is also crashing from the day’s activities
  • You invite her back to the apartment since it’s closer than her place
  • You guys pick up some food on the way back and eat up a storm
  • You’re talking about so many things, sometimes funny and silly moments of your favorite singers and other times very deep and serious conversations about your lives and future
  • In the end, you lose track of time and it’s already past midnight
  • Trying to get Jaehee a little more out of her shell, you tell her just to stay the night
  • She’s hesitant at first, but she’s so comfortable with you now she agrees
  • You bring out extra pillows and blankets and you two continue your conversation over a DVD of Zen’s latest musical
  • Eventually, you get tuckered out and you both fall asleep on the couch

Jumin:

  • The last eleven days had been a rollercoaster of events with the party and with Jumin sorting out his own emotions
  • So, Jumin hoped to take you on a calmer outing after the party
  • At first, he suggested a high end fancy restaurant, but you asked if he wanted to take a stroll in the park first
  • You both change into more comfortable clothes  
  • Turns out Jumin has three outfits that aren’t part of a suit
  • He’s a bit stiff at first, since he’s not used to just walking and talking casually
  • But then you slip your hand in his and you feel him relax
  • He’s intrigued by the small vendors selling ice cream or cotton candy
  • He buys you both some shaved ice and you find a quiet bench
  • He takes some blurry photos of you and the lake and even some of the ducks
  • Once dinner rolls around, he gets his wish and takes you to a nice restaurant
  • You can’t help but love the contrast between the two outings, but somehow it brings out the best of Jumin
  • After the meal, he takes you onto a secluded balcony on the top floor of the restaurant
  • He takes your hands and thanks you for everything in the past few days
  • You say a few loving words of your own
  • For the first time, everything is slow and beautiful and you take in every second 
  • At the end of the night, he accompanies you as far as he can to return you safely to the apartment
  • And as you lay down in bed that night, you can’t help but feel a shift in your life for the better


Seven:

  • You two didn’t get to go to the first RFA party, so the second one is very exciting for you both
  • But afterwards, you were both a little drained from all the guests and interactions
  • So, he takes you to a nice diner to get some milkshakes and discuss what happened
  • You both exchange stories of awkward moments or funny incidents during the party until you’re laughing so hard your sides hurt
  • Feeling a bit more energized, you both want to do something else before you head home
  • Impromptu trip to the nearest planetarium it is
  • It’s actually rather peaceful and sentimental for you both since it’s something you two talked about doing the first time you met
  • Since it’s still the middle of the day, there aren’t a lot of people there
  • You and Seven get to share some private moments where you’re just holding hands or resting your head on his shoulder as the show plays
  • When it comes to the other displays, you two start taking stupid pictures next to them and adding funny captions and filters on Clapchat
  • You stay there longer than necessary
  • Mostly because you both have a blast in the gift shop looking and hundreds of quirky space themed things before choosing one thing to buy
  • Around dinner, you two head to his place since you thought it might be nice to cook a meal and share it with Saeran as well
  • Only, you made the mistake of laying on his couch for a few minutes to scroll through your phone after such a long trip…and Seven made the mistake of joining you
  • Saeran is waking you both up a few hours later with some take out he ordered already waiting in the kitchen

Saeran:

  • He didn’t feel comfortable coming to an RFA party until it was about the third one you planned
  • Everything was really great, and he even talked to a few guests
  • But the crowd got overwhelming and you found him in the hallway by the time the party was over
  • You could tell he was drained so you drag him to the ice cream shop
  • He was expecting to stay there and eat it, but instead you take his hand and start walking
  • He thinks you have a plan, but halfway through town and realizes you don’t
  • So he just goes along with you as you grab his hand and swing it back and forth
  • He surprises you when he pulls you into a bus that travels to the town over
  • He’s not used to being “spontaneous” but he wanted to try
  • You guys find a small little bakery where you grab something to eat
  • Then as you’re wandering, you pass by a cat cafe and you can’t resist going in
  • At first, Saeran is super jumpy with all the cats around, but there’s one reddish kitten that calmly jumps onto his lap and sits there
  • You watch as a small smile grows on his lips when he pets it
  • At one point, you even lost him in the place because he was following the one cat around
  • He’s reluctant to leave, finding the cats therapeutic by the end
  • You guys catch a bus to take you back home, and thankfully get some seats in the back
  • You rest your head on his shoulder and end up falling asleep
  • He hesitantly wraps his arm around you and pulls you close as he looks through the window at the passing scenery
  • For the first time in a very long time, he feels at peace and he’s even a little sad when the bus comes to your stop 

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evakerlitvet  asked:

Hi Jo!So I'm super excited for the next ep, I'm hoping that it'll fix all of the mistakes that were made in 2x07. until that, let me sneak in a random question into your ask box: do you think malec call each other nicknames/pet names?

Hi Nitsa! Same here, I’m excited and I hope my internet here is strong enough to sustain my livestream~

I mean, we all know Magnus uses pet names with like, everybody. Biscuit here, darling there, sweetheart over at the back. So Alec isn’t surprised when he’s fumbling around the kitchen and Magnus shows up, one hand combing through bed hair and another muffling a yawn and mumbles out “what’s cooking, pumpkin?” As much as Alec thinks that’s endearing, he hates that he has to suppress the idea that he has used the nickname on one too many lovers. So the next time they’re kissing in bed; hands under each other’s shirts, long legs tangled in an organised mess and Alec slides his fingers along Magnus’ ribcage just right, tearing a breathless “Alexander” out of him, Alec steels himself. 

“I love it when you call me that,” Alec pauses, a few seconds longer, betraying the casual tone of his voice. And Magnus is astute, even when he’s seconds away from dragging Alec down towards him because his lips are not where they should be, and he drags out, voice thick as honey, “Of course, my Alexander”, with a steady gaze. And Alec knows that Magnus gets it, and he finally seals Magnus’ lips with his.

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Alec’s awkward with nicknames. Now that he’s thinking about it, he realises that the only one whom he calls with a nickname is Izzy and doesn’t everyone call her that? Well, except Magnus; and now that he’s thinking of him, he’s troubled over whether Magnus would like to have that: a pet name. Darling? Too common, Magnus practically calls everybody that. Baby? No way, he’d rather die than have to call someone that. Mags? Alec makes a face. 

“What’s with that face? Wait, don’t tell me Izzy made this,” Jace glares at the spoonful of stew he was about to put into his mouth and his eyes dart between Alec and the pot in between them. Alec’s confused for a moment but he shakes his head and puts his spoon down, to which Jace sighs in relief and shoves the spoon into his mouth. 

“Jace, what did you call your…girlfriends? I mean, did you call each other using pet names? Does it come naturally? Like, how do you suddenly go from calling someone by name to calling them by something else? What’s that something else? How-”

“Wait, wait, wait. Slow it down, bud. Are you talking about things like babe, princess or things like that?” Alec nods solemnly at the question and Jace’s confusion suddenly turns to smugness. He was about to make a jab at that but Alec shook his head and Jace dropped it out of kindness from seeing his parabatai so troubled. He merely shrugs and offers, “Don’t think too much about it; it’s gonna come out forced if you overthink it, and yes, I can totally see you overthinking right now so don’t even deny it, I know you Alec,” Alec huffs but he takes the advice to heart and tries not to wince when he has to get his boyfriend’s attention and has to settle for “Magnus”. 

And when it finally happens, he just has to mess it up, or so he thinks, when he picks up a phone call mid-mission and in his distraction, he answers with, “Hi love, what’s up,” after which there’s a silence that’s a beat too long and Alec realises that he’s fucked up because he hasn’t even said the three words and this order is totally wrong and oh god, Magnus doesn’t feel the same yet, does he? He’s this close to flinging his phone to the furthest end of the world when Magnus clears his throat and replies, voice a little unsteady, “Well, Alexander, I love you too, if that’s what you were trying to say,” and Alec is amazed by how Magnus always knows and never in his life had he wanted to be a warlock so badly just so he could portal to right where Magnus was and kiss the stars out of him.

HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

Once again, Taehyung won’t make it home for Christmas.

Originally posted by chimtae

word count: 3.9k
genre: angst/fluff [i know, i’m in shock too]

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anonymous asked:

Hi I'm new to bts and I just found your blog (love it btw!) I want to get to know the boys more if you could describe each of them in a few traits what would they be?

Thanks for loving BTS and our blog, we’re all glad you’ve joined us ^^

Ahh, okay, hard question! I could describe them each as so many different things, and because we may perceive them differently, people might not agree with my opinions~ And there are things I could describe all members of BTS as. This includes (but is not limited to): hardworking, appreciative, hilarious, down to earth, sweet, genuine, etc.. But okay, the members. I’m going to try to use only three adjectives per member so it doesn’t get too long, haha:

Namjoon: Namjoon is so.. Ahh. I really fell for his personality. If I could describe him in a few traits, it would be introspective, open, and noodle. Yes, noodle. Though I haven’t been part of this fandom for very long, it’s not hard to see how much Namjoon has grown over time. He has learned a lot about the world and himself. Like any of us, he has struggled and made mistakes, but he always tries to understand and better himself as a result. He also constantly shares his thoughts with us all, which really makes me feel like he’s just one of us, taking life day by day. And he really never lets any of us feel left out, always being inclusive in speeches, learning languages, etc~ He really has a lot on his shoulders as the leader of BTS, but I think he’s doing an incredible job. I also described him as noodle because he’s really just so silly when he lets loose. Who remembers that VLive when he danced on his bed? ^^

Seokjin: I’m so happy and thankful the boys (and the rest of us) have someone like Jin to look up to, because he is truly amazing. To describe him, I’d say he’s reliable, generous and lighthearted. He’s always looking out for the members and keeping everyone’s spirits up, which isn’t an easy task. I’m positive he does a lot of things we don’t see as well. On the other hand, he also constantly gives to us~ for example, remember the list of things he did for his birthday? Just to share his time with us. My heart exploded. However at the same time, Jin is level headed and still manages to do the things he originally set his sights on doing, such as attend university and graduate! Being part of BTS was not at all in his plan, but look at him now! It says so much about his character~ Even though Namjoon is the leader of the group, Jin works really hard as the “oldest hyung,” who inspires the rest of us to not only dream big but also let life take you along for the ride. He truly leaves me in awe.

Yoongi: Ah, where do I start!? I would describe Yoongi as passionate, complex, and a grandpa. He really puts his all into his music and as we saw in Agust D, he opened up a whole new side of himself to the world. He didn’t get to where he is easily, but he was patient and hardworking and now he’s even producing songs for other artists. He’s someone to look up to because he really needed to persevere to make his dreams a reality. And somehow he manages to go from pouty and tired to smiley and energized in seconds. He still surprises me, haha. There are many parts to him that I only wish I could get to know. He may not be as loud or constantly posting like other members, but he does cute things and posts selfies when he knows we miss him. Yoongi is honestly just so interesting to me and I may not be describing his character very well but just know that I love and appreciate him so much~

Hoseok: Ohhhh boy. Where does one even begin? Hoseok is inspiring, adaptable and warm (like the sun). For someone whose specialty was dancing, he’s become quite the amazing entertainer, who can now rap and participate in the music making as well. I seriously admire him so much, as everyone should. He had a dream and worked his butt off to acquire other talents to make that dream come true. Now he’s on stage, performing MAMA and making me cry in the crowd! This is kind of why he is (in my opinion) adaptable. He can take part in many different things and show the best of himself no matter what. Also, though he apparently has a more serious character than what we see, he has done really well with his bubbly and angelic “J-Hope” stage presence. Honestly, I think he’d be a really amazing friend that I wish I could have irl. I also said he’s warm, but I don’t think that needs any explanation. He’s so lovely and he truly radiates light~

Jimin: Jimin, our sweet boy! I would describe him as compassionate/affectionate (I think they go together when describing him), thoughtful, and smol (hehe). Does compassionate/affectionate even need explanation? Jimin is the most outwardly loving towards his members, whether it be on stage/in person (what stands out to me is when he hopped over to Tae after he spoke about his grandmother at Muster) or his posts every time someone appears on a show/releases something (Jin on LOTJ, Yoongi releasing Agust D). He’s so supportive and always makes the members feel appreciated. It’s like he does the things we wish we could do for the members. I have no doubt that he’s this way in their home, talking to the members who are going through a hard time and helping them get through it. He’s also just so thoughtful when it comes to us. We see a lot of their perspective thanks to him, as he always shares videos of himself or other members. He keeps us close, and for that I’m so thankful. Jimin has a pure heart and though he himself has struggled he has always stayed true to who he is. I also described him as smol, because he’s so good at being cute. When he smiles his eyes light up and somehow manages to radiate love~

Taehyung: Aw, my heart. Open-hearted, multi-faceted and youthful. Similar to Yoongi, Tae is also one who seems to have many sides to him, some that I’m just so curious about. He has a really open mind, and with that, open heart, and I think that’s why he has so many friends. I think he must be really good at finding a way to connect to people, and that leaves me in awe of him.Tae also has many interests and sometimes a deep way of thinking. I wish I could get to know him on a personal level just to hear his thoughts on art, the world, everything. I think there’s more to him than meets the eye. He’s also very youthful, as I’m sure we all can see in Bangtan Bombs and Bon Voyage. Remember when he got lost and was sooo okay with it? And when he spent forever flipping the water bottle? I know I don’t know him personally, but I think Tae really tries to make the most of life, living it to the fullest day by day, like kids do. I love that about him.

Jungkook: Aw man, what do I even say.. He’s amazing, to say the least. I’d describe him as courageous, relatable, and charismatic. He started this idol-life when he was really young, and that must be a lot to deal with and grow up into. He didn’t get to do a lot of the normal things that I’m sure we all did in middle/high school, but he’s really made the most of it and now is thriving and has even made friends outside of Bangtan. He’s also trying so hard to expand his skill set, trying to practice writing and producing even though it’s hard for him. For that, he’s courageous. Somehow, though, he still is just like the rest of us. He’s seemingly introverted, is a bit shy, and can be a total fanboy (GD, IU!?). There’s something so relatable. All in all, he’s really grown into who he is today. His loud laugh, competitiveness and his silly facial expressions are all parts of him I love.

WOW I said I wasn’t going to make it long asdfghjkl; !!! Why am I like this.. Apologies. When I start talking about them, I can’t stop. Anyways, here are some of my thoughts on each of the members. This took me two days to write~ I don’t even know if this is the answer you expected but thanks for asking, since it was fun talking about them. ^^
- Kristi

New Man

Anonymous asked: you still do song requests right?? can you do one on New Man by Ed Sheeran?

A/N: I love that song tbh one of my faves from divide. Coming right up babe!

Warnings: a bit of angst and a bit of fluff and cuss words 

“I don’t want to know about your new man…” 

Originally posted by almie18

Bucky lips wrapped around a cigarette, sucking in the smoke as he watched you and your new man from across the party. His jaw clenched as he saw you take the champagne that he held out to you. Bucky didn’t like him. 

The two of you never dated. After you joined the Avengers, you and Bucky casually hooked up one night after a lot of drinking and it carried on for a while before you started seeing the new guy.

We can’t keep doing this,” you said to him, “I’m seeing someone.” 

God, the thought of you touching another guy made Bucky almost spit with anger. 

He threw the cigarette over the balcony and chugged half of the glass of wine he had gotten from Tony not to long before. 

“Jesus, Buck. You need another glass?” Steve teased, causing Bucky to glare at him. 

His attention turned back to you, whom started talking to Natasha and Wanda while the new guy’s fingertips softly grazed your lower back. 

Bucky liked you a lot. He tried so hard to make it more than what it was but he could tell you were resistant, that you thought of him as just a friend with benefits and that feelings weren’t a thing you thought about. 

After a couple weeks of hooking up, he noticed that you would stay in his room with him, rather than sneak back to yours. He noticed that you’d allow him to cuddle you, snuggling back into his chest. 

This was what started that small glimmer of hope that maybe you had fallen for him too. Unfortunately, he didn’t think that was the case. 

Bucky’s hand gripped the glass so hard that it shattered in his hands, causing you to look over at the noise. “Fuck!” Bucky said, shaking the liquid off of his hands and locking eyes with you momentarily. 

His legs carried him out of the room and the party goers went back to their conversations. You looked up to your date, giving him a soft smile, “I’m going off to the girls room. I’ll be back in a bit.” 

“Okay,” he seemed distracted, talking to the other woman beside him, “have fun.” 

You walked away, giving a last glance to your date and rolling your eyes as you saw him shamelessly flirting with yet another woman.

You hadn’t been seeing him long. You really only started seeing him because you were terrified of falling for Bucky. You couldn’t believe how close the two of you had gotten and you knew that you had to move on. You didn’t really like your date all that much, though. 

It seems as though the feelings are mutual. 

Something was wrong with Bucky. You held your dress and rushed up the stairs and towards Bucky’s room. The music downstairs faded the further away you got, turning the corner and knocking on Bucky’s door. 

“Fuck off, Steve.” Bucky groaned from the other side, picking glass out of his flesh and growing more and more irritated as time passed. 

“Uhm,” you cleared your throat, “it’s (Y/N).” 

Bucky’s eyes went wide as he rushed and opened the door, “Yes?” 

Your eyes were immediately drawn to his bloodied hand that dripped down his forearm and onto the wooden floors. “Jesus Christ, Bucky!” 

You pushed him aside and pulled an old T-shirt from his drawer, wrapping it around his hand as he stared down at you. “I’m fine, darlin’. It’s no big deal.” 

“Why’d you break the glass?” You asked him, applying pressure to his hand to stop the bleeding. 

“I just… grabbed it too hard.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, hearing him suck air through his teeth while you tied the shirt tightly around him. 

“What’s been up with you? You’ve been acting weird.” You muttered, crossing your arm across your chest while Bucky sat down on his bed. 

“Weird? How so?” 

“You don’t talk to me, it seems like you hate me. I mean, I thought we were friends,” you grew frustrated, “you know that you can talk to me.” 

“You’ve got someone else now. You don’t need to talk to me and vice versa.” Bucky said simply clenching his fist and feeling a small sting in his palm. 

You threw your hands in the air, “I’m seeing someone, therefore I can’t be friends with you?!” 

“You fucked me and left me!” Bucky gave in, screaming at the top of his lungs and towering over you. 

Immediately your face grew red as you tried to piece together everything. “It was casual.” 

“It wasn’t casual when you were in my room at three in the morning with a bottle of wine, snuggled against my chest while we watched movies! It wasn’t casual when I braided your hair after we showered together! It wasn’t casual when you made me breakfast every morning and greeted me with a kiss! People who only fuck don’t do shit like that!” Bucky defended, his throat cracking at the end of his rant. 

Your eyebrows furrowed. You wanted to be angry but you couldn’t find yourself to yell. Bucky’s veins popped in his forehead, his eyes watering slightly. So slightly that you didn’t think you saw it right. 

“You can’t get pissed off that I fell in love with you when you did everything right.” Bucky said quietly, a small tear slipping over his reddened face. 

Before you could think about what you were doing, you grabbed his neck and pulled him down to your level and smashed your lips against his. 

In no time, Bucky responded to your kiss by wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you backward onto the bed. 

All thoughts of the man you entered the party with left, and your body was consumed by Bucky. 

Your lips tingled against his, his finger tips toying with the hem of your dress with you straddled his thick thighs. 

“Fucking hell, doll.” He muttered when you started to grind your hips against yours. 

You grinned into the kiss and ran your thumb over his jawline, feeling him take your bottom lip in between his teeth. 

Your lips pressed kisses across his jaw, down his neck and onto his chest, feeling him pull you back up to his level and making eye contact with you. “I just have to know- do you love me too?” 

Bucky’s sentence was quiet, almost as if he didn’t want to say those words yet. He looked expectantly into your eyes, almost making you melt. You had never seen such a vulnerable side to Bucky and it almost broke your heart. 

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” 

The sentence was simple and short, but it made Bucky the happiest man alive as he kissed you hard once again. He held you close to him as you cuddled on his bed, not really making any moves and just enjoying each other’s company. 

“What’re you gonna tell your date downstairs?” Bucky asked, humor lacing his voice. 

You thought back to the brunette he was speaking to when you left, “Something tells me he’ll be fine.” 

You rolled over and kissed him again, feeling his lips turn up into a smile. 

the sin of sacrifice, Part 1

His breath catches in his throat, his world goes icy cold and he hardly avoids choking on air.

No one is listening.

Lance loves to talk.

His love is not a spectrum, he loves with everything that he is, he loves passionately, intensely, fiercely and will pour his heart into anything that earns it. This isn’t limited to just people, it can be anything from hobbies to items to anything that falls in between. Talking is important to him, he has so much to say, his head feels so full, like it’s filled with cement that will dry if he doesn’t spit it all out fast, so fast sometimes he fumbles, so fast sometimes it turns into one raw, stuttering mess of indecipherable language. The silence feels so wrong to him, and if he has so much to say, why not fill it gleefully?

He loves to talk. So, he talks and he talks, talks, talks, talks, talks.

He talks enough to sustain an entire conversation all in his own words, all by himself, he’ll talk circles around anyone willing to listen, but the people he could always count on to listen when he spoke and not shut him out was his beloved family. In a house so noisy, it was impossible to block it all out, especially since Lance happened to be the loudest one, naturally, as the baby of the family. He loved that attention, loved that he could feel it positively and not negatively, even if sometimes when he’s hungry for more that line is blurred.

There’s a few things he understands about what it means to talk as much as he does. Teachers, they don’t like him, <i>shut up, Lance, be quiet, Lance, move to the back, Lance, you’re too loud, Lance</i>, but that didn’t bother him as much as it probably should have. Students, they can’t stand him, <i>you’re annoying, Lance, stop talking, Lance, this is why no one likes you, Lance, piss off, Lance</i>, but his friends and family could always be clung to. They would never hurt him like that, to disreguard something he loved because he can only love deeply. He loves being a Paladin, his family, Voltron, his friends, <i>talking</i>. He knows he’s a little much, but a returned love was an ear that was always open, right?

There was so much to talk about! You would think he’d run out like a car on empty that needed a refill every once in a while, but all the Blue Paladin needs is to pause for just a moment to collect his thoughts, take a deep breath, and keep talking. No, space was interesting, especially when you’re surrounded by people you respect so much. Have you seen Allura’s new dress? She’s lookin’ <i>so fine</i>. Hunky’s latest kitchen creation made Lance nearly cry, it tasted exactly like chocolate milkshake! The stars are really stellar today, right? It’s not just him?

One unfortunate day, he finds his talking has become… an issue.

He’s rambling; he rambles a lot and he knows it, the conversations he’s holding up all by himself, they just spiral out of his control, the dam has burst and everything rushes out like it’s a race to see which sentence can make it past his mouth the fastest. They’re eating dinner, which is blander than usual, Hunk’s been a little too busy to really work on new foods. Everyone’s a little on edge, he thinks. What with the lion switching and what not.

“Don’t even try to tell me that new Marco’s bread twists are anything compared to the old Marco’s bread twists,” Lance’s dinner is probably getting cold in front of him, he tends to do that a lot, get so distracted he forgets it’s even there, one time Coran said that was probably why he was so skinny, but no, that’s just how his body is and the conversation spiraled like most do. “Like, she tried, she failed, and I don’t want to hear a debate. I don’t remember the distinct flavors that much, jeez, how long have we been in space? I don’t even know, but let me tell you, I’ve been craving a taste I don’t even really remember from a pizza place that closed down for like, quintents, it’s driving me nuts!”

He doesn’t know why, but he decides to pause right there to collect himself and take a breath, but his eyes begin to wander. There’s always this stretch of quiet, stretched like the tales he pulls too tall sometimes, and Lance doesn’t really like quiet if his ever running motor mouth is anything to go by. It feels… cold and wet, like icy water pouring down his vertebrae. Lance, like most people he assumes, had thought about what death is like. He thinks it’s that brief space between breathes, except stretched out to an eternity.

It’s… pretty dark in the backwoods of his brain he won’t let people hear.

His breath catches in his throat, his world goes icy cold and he hardly avoids choking on air.

No one is listening.

Not one person at the table is even glancing in his general direction.

No one is even acknowledging Lance’s existence.

Shiro and Allura are ogling at each other with admiration glistening in their eyes, Keith is stabbing at his food like it was the one that killed his parents (he’s an orphan, right?), Pidge and Coran are talking animatedly about some new piece of technology in the works, and Hunk is fiddling with his mobile device, a polished plate before him.

Maybe… it’s an anomaly.

“So that Marco’s, bomb b- bread twists,” his voice cracks and he wills his smile to stay firm even as it wobbles on his lips, color draining from him, the edges of his vision becoming charred like someone had rubbed them with charcoal, “but it closed down and no one could explain why. My sister said rats, my Mama said the owner got arrested. They argued about it for six whole days, which is a long time to hold a grudge in my house. Women, am I right?” He chuckles weakly at his own joke, expression falling slowly.

No one spares him so much as a flicker of their attention.

His heart sinks further when Keith announces he’s finished with his meal and immediately, everyone looks up from their tasks to respond. Don’t train too hard, get a good nights rest, don’t be stupid, good night, Keith.

“And so, I’m pretty sure the Marco’s got closed down because the owner’s daughter didn’t clean the bathrooms for an entire six months.” Lance finishes with lackluster, eye balling the food he didn’t finish. “So, I guess I’ll head out? Going to complete my skin care routine and get that beauty rest! All for you, princess!” He gives an enthusiastic wink and blows a kiss towards said royalty, receiving little more than a snort from Pidge in return.

“Yeah, night, man.” Hunk responds, still invested with his device.

A wave of emotion rushes hit through his veins as he anxiously makes his way to his room. This was an anomaly, but they seemed so indifferent to Lance’s talking that they didn’t look up even when he was loud? They responded generously to Keith? They interacted with each other and not Lance? Surely, this… was no anomaly. Most people wish they could ignore Lance the way the others had tonight. How long had they been in space again? How long did the others have to develop that skill of not hearing a word he has to say? Was… the real reason they weren’t as annoying with Lance now because they just stoped listening to him? He collapses into his bed, spilling hot, sad, conflicted, frustrated tears onto his brown cheeks.

How long had he been ignored without even realizing it? And how could he be stupid enough to believe his friends would want to hear him?

To Care, or not to Care ? (Stiles x Reader)

Requested by @hannazk : heey can you do a imagine where y/n is stiles girlfriend and he’s spending a lot of time with lydia and y/n get’s jealous and fluff and stuff like this? thx!


A/N : I’m not a huge fan of jealously that leads to anger or confrontation, so I twisted it a bit, I hope it’s okay :) Also I gave a first name to Y/N’s father just because I find it awkward to write (Y/F/N) and I feel like it sort of breaks the flow of the story to have too many « blanks » like this. I chose a very generic name, you can disregard it if you don’t like it. Also I don’t like throwing my readers in media res (in the middle of the action) so I added a bit (a lot) of context first, before really working on the request. JuST DEAL WITH ME OkAY

Also, I really like the first 4k words,but then I feel like I messed it up

Set between season 5 & 6.

Word Count : 9,2k (listen, I have no self control)

MASTERLIST

Living in a small town truly was an experience of a kind. It was like living on another planet to a certain extent, while also being just an hour drive away from a bigger city, and all the entertainments it offered. After your parents’ divorce, you were torn away from the big city you were born in, and lived all your life. Your mom left with the new man in her life, claiming she needed some time for herself and to see the world. That didn’t leave you many options besides moving in with your dad, who just so happened to come from a small town, and now that nothing held him back in the city, he wanted to go back and live there.

You obliged, not putting up much of a fight – you were a bit of  loner and never had many friends or anyone worth causing more drama within your household. You didn’t have a boyfriend, your closest friend hadn’t given any news in tn days and when your dad assured you that his birth town was just big enough to have a brand new Theater and Starbucks, it was settled.

Everything happened in a blur really. Your two stories apartment in Oakland quickly emptied and it was like all trace of your passage here vanished from one day to the next. The first seventeen years of your life had been erased, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything besides mild annoyance, because putting all your stuff in boxes – with the perspective of having to unbox them a few days later – was the exact opposite of what you had planned to do for the last couple weeks before the end of summer break.

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Daddy sowwy

Awwww. Daddy harry makes me wanna cry! Here’s a cute fluff where Harry shouts on his little bub, which makes her go mad. Hope you lke it. Feedbacks are appreciated.


You woke up with sun shinning on your face. The golden rays were peeking through the white curtains of the window. With a sheepish smile, you turn to your left to be face to face with your husband. Seven years since you’ve been together and still he gives you the same butterflies when you see him.

“Starin’ beautiful?” He mumbled. His voice thick and raspy.

“Nah. Just admiring” you said tracing his lips outline with your index finger. He puckered his lips and kisses your finger ever so lightly.

“Very good.” He chuckled leaning in to he a taste of your lips which you gladly allowed. You turned on your back with Harry on top of you as his lips magically worked on your. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wasted no time in exploring his mouth with his tongue. Your own was busy in exploring his delicious one.

You both were so captivated and Into the moment of making out, that you didn’t hear the bed room door open until you felt Someone’s presence standing beside you.

You broke from the kiss and saw your daughter Rose standing in her unicorn night suit with her Mr. Penguin in her hands.

Harry rolled of you blushing as you sat up.

“Mornin’ sugar plum” you cooed opening your arms for your 3 years old daughter, inviting her for cuddles.

“Mornin’ mumma” she said as she climbed on your lap with legs either side on your waist, cheek pressed to your chest.

You smiled and ran your fingers through her chestnut hair. They were soft and fluffy just like Harry’s but we’re not curly, instead they were straight like yours.

“Where are daddy’s cuddles monkey?” Harry asked poking the side of Rose’s tummy. She whined and pushed his hand away.

“I mad a’ daddy” she mumbled snuggling more to your chest.

“Bu’ why sugar plum?” Harry asked with a pout as he clearly was a bit sad. He loved Rose more than he loved anyone. Might even a little bit more than he loved you.

“You shwouted at me” Rose said. Tear welling up in her green eyes as she remembered what happened last night.

*Flashback to night before*

“Mommy!!!! When dadda come?” Rose asked jumping on the couch. The whole day tiny toddler kept asking when her dad will come.

“Soon bubba. And don’t jump on couch poppet. You’ll get hurt.” You said looking from the kitchen where you were preparing dinner.

Harry has been pretty busy lately. He had a lot of work to do. Sign of the times was out and was already a big hit. You couldn’t be more proud of him. Stepping into the industry alone was a big step and he was very nervous about it, but he always said that you and rose are his strength.

Nowadays, he just leaves with a kiss on your head and a kiss on Rose’s who is fast asleep in the early dusk of the mornings. Usually he’s to do the interviews that are in morning and after that he has to rush to the office for the meetings regarding promotion and other stuff. So he barely sees Rose now. And little did he know, the little munchkin of his missed him a lot.

“But when mumma?” She whined tugging on the hem of your shorts. You sighed and peered down at your little baby who was staring at you with those eyes which she got from her father. Just as bright and filled with innocence like Harry. You smiled and picked her up.

“You miss dadda a lot. Don’t you?” You asked pinching her nose making her giggle. She nods and rests her head on your shoulder.

“Yes mumma. I wove daddy.” She said.

“More than you wove me?” You asked and she nodded. Kids never lie. She did loved her daddy a lot. They always had a moment which you never understood. Maybe it was the way Harry made her feel special or the way she made Harry’s world special.

You smiled and leaned in to kiss her forehead when you heard door bell ring.

Grinning, rose eloped from your arms and ran to the door with her small legs which had lot of cute rolls. You giggled and followed her to open the door.

“Daddy!!!!!” Rose squealed as she wrapped her arms around Harry’s legs which was just an inch above Harry’s knees.

“Monkey!” Harry chuckles picking her up and kissing her lips softly. He pushed some hair away from her face and kissed her forehead removing his shoes and putting his wallet and car keys in the bowl.

“Hello sweetie.” You said softly walkinh to him. Harry smiled and put rose down softly to let her run to her room to get her dollies.

“Elo’ baby ” he said wrapping his arms around your waist. You reached up to caresses his cheek with the back of your hand. He looked tired. He was tired. You tip toed and pressed a chaste kiss to his dry lips. He kissed back instantly. No matter how tired he’d be, he never denied your kisses.

“Dadda!! Dollies here. Play with meh!” Rose chirped jumping up and down interrupting you guys. With a groan Harry pulled away.

“No’ now peaches. Daddy’s tired. We will play tomorrow.” Harry said crouching down to her level. She pouted and shook her head and stomped her feet.

“Now ! Pwease?” Rose pleaded and gave Harry her best puppy face. And there he melted. Rose was Harry’s weakness and he could never say no to her.

“Okayyyyyy” Harry said picking the little girl up and tickling her belly. For the first time today, the house filled with cute laughter of hers.

Soon you guys had dinner. He whole time rose was stick to Harry. Blubbering about her day. How she watched Moana and even sang you’re welcome for Harry. She was so adorable and cute and was a huge fan of her daddy so she even sand sign of the times. God, you wished you knew how god managed to create such an amazing baby with the love of you and your husband.

“Cmon rose bud. Time for bed honey.” You said taking rose from Harry’s arms.

“No mommy. I want daddy!!! ” she cried.

“ you’ll see him tomorrow peaches. He’s at home the whole day tomorrow.” You said.

But little one kept crying and weeping. She really did missed Harry and seeing her crying broke Harry’s heart.

“Le’ i'be baby. She can be with me in study. I’ve some work t'do.” Harry said getting up from the couch and lifting rose in his arms and setting on his hips.

“Y-you sure ?” You asked. You weren’t sure because his study had a lot of expensive CD’s and labels and other stuff. All of his awards were in there.

“Yes baby. Don’ worry” Harry said pecking your lips and walking upstairs.

You smiled at them and decided to watch TV for a bit.

___

“Rose. Baby sit Down quietly please”

“Rose don’ touch tha’ honey”

“Baby please stop jumping”

Harry was tired. He already had a big day and now his hyper toddler was tiring him up more. He honestly was at the verge of losing his temper when he heard a loud thud and then breaking noise.

His head snapped up in the direction of the sound and saw Rose standing quietly, arms behind her back-looking down at the broken record. It was one of the Beatles limited edition and she broke it.

Harry lost it now.

“HOW MANY TIMES I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH ANYTHING?!! Why don’t listen t'me???!!!

Harry roared. He loved the record dearly. It was a gift from one of his close friends who wasn’t in this world anymore.

Scared, Rose ran down the staircase crying. She hugged you and sobbed endlessly. The whole night little one spent crying.

*End of flashback*

Harry closed his eyes as guilt flooded his mind and heart. He yelled at his baby. It was just a record and she’s only three.

Harry gulped the guilt and sat up straight taking Rose from your arms going against her shrieks and whines.

“Daddy sowwy baby” Harry said making her look at Harry, holding her chin. She pouted her lips.

“You too loud daddy” she said as she wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck, forgiving him. Harry nudged her nose against her small small one and kissed all over her face making her giggle.

“Daddy’s so sorry baby girl.” Harry said again.

“It’ okay dadda” she said kissing Harry’s lips softly and hiding her face in his neck. Sighing happily, Harry pulled you in family cuddle as well. What a good and a pleasant way to begin the day

anonymous asked:

SteveTony "I'm so glad you're back!" (Happy please!!!) [star anon]

Tony huffed, rolling on to his stomach on the couch, hand trailing listlessly against the soft carpet on the floor.

He was bored.

Bored bored bored bored bored bored bored

Everyone was gone. Off. Away. On trips or business or fucking murder sprees, for all he knew.

Did he mention he was bored?

So fucking bored.

“Unnnnnghh,” he groaned into the pillow, sitting wondering what the fuck he’d used to do with his time when there hadn’t been Asgardians to clamber over or birds to irritate or Supersoliders to make out with.

He’d just… done stuff. On his own. Happily. Like, he’d enjoyed the solitude? This whole tower and it was only him and he’d… liked it?


Or at least, a more apt term would be he just hadn’t really known what he was missing out on. 

But that was a sad thought. So… moving on.


“JARVIS,” Tony mumbled into the pillow, “’m gonna need you to do a search.”

“What are the parameters, sir?” And Tony could hear the amusement in his synthesised voice, damn him, stupid smug bastard.

“Just. Search. I literally don’t care. Aliens? Tech? Funny-shaped vegetables? Do not give a fuck. Just hit me.”

“Perhaps you would like to see a bioscan of the tower, sir?” JARVIS answered after a short pause, and Tony heard the tiny zipping noise as a hologram popped into life in front of him.

He schooled his face into one of disgust and directed it toward the ceiling (dammit Steve, that one was on you). “Uh. No? I wouldn’t, not even slightly, what the fuc-”

When his eyes focused on the image, however, he decided he’d changed his mind.

“Steve!” he squealed (Manly squeal. Manly squeal of manliness because he was Tony Fucking Stark, Fuck you), rolling off the couch in one swift and clumsy motion before scrabbling to his feet like an excited child and hurling himself in the direction of the elevator where Steve’s thermoscan was registering.


Steve had been gone three days. And Tony… may have… missed him slightly.


(There was a pillow encased with Steve’s jumper and Tony had been fiddling with the tags around his neck for about 70 of the seventy-two hours he’d been gone, but that was irrelevant.)


Tony was hurrying toward the direction of the elevator, but by the time he reached it, Steve was already stepping out of it, duffel strung over his shoulder and suit looking a little worse for wear. He seemed tired, but altogether okay from Tony’s first initial assessment.

Quickly delving a little deeper, Tony let his gaze fall carefully across Steve’s body, making sure there were no obvious injuries to be seen. Steve still hadn’t spotted him, but once Tony had decided that his boyfriend was in good condition and wouldn’t topple over if Tony was too enthusiastic, he made sure to rectify that.

Without a word, he skidded around the corner, crossing the corridor in 7 quick strides before he broke out into a beam and threw himself into Steve’s arms, knowing Steve would catch him.

He did. With a lovely, deep laugh to accompany it.

Tony didn’t say anything, immediately dropping his head and kissing Steve hard, hot and heavy. Steve was holding him by the ass, and Tony practically whimpered as Steve squeezed, smile evident on his lips as he answered immediately.

“ I am… so… glad you’re back,” Tony mumbled, stifling a groan of delight against Steve’s neck as he bit down, sucking a mark just above the collar where he’d at least be able to see it for a few hours before it healed (-again, dammit Steve).

“Mmm, me too- if I knew this was the reception I’d be-” Steve was cut off by his own voice breaking when Tony tugged on his hair a bit, pulling his head up and leaving more neck for Tony to kiss.

“You were saying,” Tony said wryly, bringing his head up a little to press a feather-light kiss against Steve’s bottom lip.

“If I knew this was the reception I get every time I leave for a while, I might head off more often,” Steve said, voice low as he stepped to the side and twisted, pressing Tony up against the wall.

“Uhhh, no. I was bored out of my god damn skull without you, Rogers, this is not allowed to happen again,” Tony argued, poking a finger into Steve’s chest accusingly.

Steve grinned, raising an eyebrow and lifting his head up from where it had been previously getting busy with Tony’s jaw in order to stare smugly. “You mean you missed me.”

“No? What fucking nonsense, I-”

“I will literally strip off down to my bare ass, right now in the corridor, if there is not an object of my possession somewhere in or on our bed.”

Tony opened his mouth- then spewed sullen curses at Steve as he let his hands wander and attempt to bring that fantasy to life, despite the fact that Steve was actually correct (DAMMIT STEVE)

“Ah ah ah, you lose, you don’t get me naked. Yet.” Steve grabbed his wrists, stupid smug bastard, and then turned them upward, pressing his mouth against Tony’s pulse. “If it helps, I missed you too.”

Tony softened a little, pressing a light kiss to Steve’s lips, then another, then another-

“Okay, can I please show you how much I missed you, right now,” Steve mumbled, eyes fluttering shut as he hiked Tony a little higher up against him.

“Yep, yep, I agree- JARVIS, take us up to our room,” Tony called out, trying to talk through Steve’s mouth and hoping JARVIS would get him anyway.

He did. Because it was JARVIS, for fuck’s sake.


Seriously though- three days without Steve?

Dull.

He was definitely going to spend a while in their room making up for lost time.

Three days. God. Ridiculous.

Mariana Trench

Prompt: Three times Michael has lied to either Gavin or Ryan for the wrong reasons, and one time he did it for the right ones. (GTA mavinwood)

For Olivia - thank you so much for all your support <3 <3

1.

Michael’s in too deep before he even knows it.

It starts in a club the night after their first successful heist as a full crew, a motley assortment of bounty hunters, hit men and vagabonds that Ramsey pulled together from fucking Craigslist, beggars with big dreams who all have just a touch of eccentricity to them. Enough to make things work.

It’s the most fun he’s had in years. He’s known these men seventy-two hours but they feel as close as family already.

Well, maybe not quite like family, because the three of them have wandered away from the rest of the group to sit together at a booth close to the dance floor, and if they were family he wouldn’t be noticing how nice Ryan’s lips look as he lifts his glass to drink, or how the colourful lights flicker across Gavin’s skin so prettily, how good they look sitting side by side - Gavin latched himself to Ryan early on, like a little golden bird perched on the back of a huge dark-haired wolf - now their shoulders brush, they’re sat so close, and Gavin’s fingers trail across Ryan’s wrist to get his attention. Michael can’t stop thinking about how well he’d fit between the two of them.

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Day 29: Magnus + being the High Warlock of Brooklyn

His day began with three quick knocks on the door. Even as the third hit landed, he was off from his bed, hands reaching for his robes, magic the last thing on his mind as he hurried to get to the door in time, well aware that his early morning visitor only gave three chances before she would disappear and he wouldn’t see her in months. Three successive knocks repeated three times, and that was the only warning he got before she pulled off her disappearing act.

He got to the door just as she the last knock landed and pulled open the door, pleased to see that he caught her just in time. She had one leg extended, ready to walk away, her big gray coat way too big for her skinny frame, and she hugged herself, as if bracing herself against the dangers of the world.

“Miss Corinne,” he said and gave a little bow, gazing up at her with a smile that she slowly returned.

She gave a little curtsy, “High Warlock,” and when she rose to her full height, all four foot nine of it in her flat sensible shoes, her hands flapped about, her anxiety kicking into full gear.

Magnus pulled his door wide open and gestured her in, closing the door with a snap of his finger and then walking towards his pantry, throwing his hands in the air reaching for all the ingredients he needed to make her bones ache just a little bit less and have her heart just a little bit lighter.

Those brown eyes, slightly dimmed with pain but no less intelligent watched him and when he gestured at her, the old wolf took her seat.

Magnus took the seat across from her, and hummed as he added some dried helichrysum to the mix and ground it in, working with smooth motions until it was all blended in. He then poured a generous helping of vinegar over the mix and bottled up the jar. He snapped his fingers and another identical bottle appeared. “For the first six weeks,” he said to her, noting as she nodded at him. “The fresh batch will be good six weeks from now.” He waited until she gave him a quick nod, and then walked her out of the loft, a quick snap replacing the quarters in her pulse with several bills—all twenties because Corinne tended to have a problem with the larger bills. That should take care of her groceries for the three months it would take before she visited him again.

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Valentine’s Day Love Languages: Words of Affirmation

Credence Barebone was a young man starved of the most basic human needs of affection and affirmation. In her efforts to practice “tough love” upon her adoptive children, Mary-Lou Barebone’s methods had, instead bred socially negative results. Credence, being the biggest receptor and made a forced glutton of these “affections”, faired the worst of them all. Granted, this was assisted by the fact that he had became the unwilling host to a destructive manifestation of wrath and hatred. But even post-havoc and post-Obscurus separation, the deeds done onto him had been done: Credence was damaged.

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anonymous asked:

hi! I was wondering if I could request an angsty turned to nsfw Jumin scenario/imagine/hc (whatever you prefer for it) where he gets back from a business trip and MC is mad at him because he barely called her the entire time he was gone and they argue a little but she ultimately ends up teasing him as a "punishment" I need frustrated Jumin in my life (omg I'm so embarrassed requesting this hahaha)

Hello, anon! I couldn’t angst for the life of me, but I think I got a little carried away with this one. 

I know I’m cutting this at a crucial part, but should I make a part two, or just be a tease and leave it at that? Teehee.

~Nao

Reversing Roles (Jumin x MC)

It’s quiet and a little unsettling.

I’m tired and sleepy, but I don’t think she would appreciate it if I dozed off.

She told me to wait for her, but it’s already been a couple of minutes. Where did she go?

These were some of the thoughts that raced inside C&R director Jumin Han’s mind as he was blindfolded and tied to the bed. He was starting to feel queasy and frustrated, and his stomach churned at the thought of you cruelly leaving him in this condition all night as punishment.

He was used to always being the one giving orders and tying you to the bed, but how exactly did your roles reverse?


2 hours earlier…

“I’m home, my love,“ Jumin greeted as he opened the door to the new home that you and him started to share until recently. However, instead of you welcoming him, it was Elizabeth the 3rd who greeted him alone at the entrance. 

“Meow~“ 

“Hello, Elizabeth,“ Jumin carefully placed the paper bags he had been carrying onto the floor and bent to stroke under Elizabeth the 3rd’s chin. He smiled, as he was rewarded by a series of purrs.

That’s strange. MC and Elizabeth the 3rd usually greet me together, but it’s only Elizabeth who welcomed me home this time.

“Where could MC be?“ Jumin thought out loud. As if answering his question, Elizabeth the 3rd started to make her way to where you were. 

Picking up the bags, he followed her, and as he neared the living room, he heard you talking to somebody on the phone. “…no, he hasn’t called ever since. All I’m left with was a handwritten note from the day he left for his business trip, and I’m worried…..it’s been a week, but he said he’d only be gone for three days…“ 

You were facing the window overlooking the nightscape. There was also an empty bottle of wine and a half full wine goblet on the side table. How long had she been drinking alone? 

“No, we didn’t fight or anything….yes, I tried calling him multiple times, and all I got was voicemail. I even asked Jaehee to have him call me back if he calls her, but she couldn’t get a hold of him either….I miss him, Zen….yes, yes, I know, thank you for worrying. I’ll call you back when he gets home. Bye,“ you ended the call and started to cry. Jumin couldn’t bear that he’d unexpectedly made you upset, so he dropped the bags, crossed the room in a few strides, and embraced you from behind, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry to have worried you MC, but I’m home now my love,“

“J-Jumin??? How— how long have you been there? “

You dried your tears, broke away from his embrace, and observed him. Aside from the sad look he gave you, he was put together and clean shaven. At least he came home safe…

“Why didn’t you return any of my calls and messages? Didn’t you know how lonely and worried I was?!?“

“Oh, about that, I—-”

“I try to understand how busy you are with work, but sometimes, I wonder if you’re just using that as an excuse to ignore me.“

“MC—“

“Am I not worth your time anymore, Mr. Jumin Han?“

“ENOUGH!!! You were talking with Zen earlier, shouldn’t I be the one getting angry instead?“

“What? Am I not allowed to talk to anybody anymore? Zen was only trying to reassure me that you’d be coming back, Jumin! Who knows what you’ve been up to in that trip? Even Jaehee couldn’t contact you!“

“If you’re trying to accuse me of cheating on you, then you’re mistaken, MC! You know how I hate that my father changed women as if he were just changing his clothes! I would never do that to you! You know how much I love you; how could you suspect me like that?“

His broken tone had you coming to your senses, and you stood there in stunned silence as Jumin pinched the bridge of his nose, a frown marring his handsome face.It took him a while to calm himself, and he looked straight at you when it seemed like he had regained his composure. 

“Sit down, dear,” he motioned for you to sit down on the loveseat. He sat beside you and attempted to embrace you, but you were still sulking, so he settled for holding your hand instead. “Will you let me explain, my love?“ you were pointedly avoiding eye contact, but you nodded.  

“The reason the trip got extended was because the negotiations almost didn’t go through. I thought I was only there to finalize the deal with the client, but I found out that somebody on our side messed up, and I had to fix it somehow,“ “…but the lack of phone calls?“ Jumin chuckled and sheepishly rubbed his nape. 

“Well…that was because part of the condition was to spend time with the client’s 3-year old child, and the brat somehow got hold of my phone and he threw it in a lake. By the time we found the phone, it was already unsalvageable even when one of the staff thought to put it in a bag of rice overnight,“ by this time, you could tell that he was distressed because he wouldn’t normally use such words as “brat“, but you couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the thought of the C&R Director chasing a toddler around.

“Oh you poor thing! So that’s why. But you could have asked to borrow somebody else’s phone and called Jaehee at least. She was also worried because her calls wouldn’t go through either,“ you almost wanted to forgive him, but you were still holding out.   

“If I could call somebody at that time, I would have called you first… but then, all my contacts were in that phone, and I didn’t have any numbers memorized. I’m sorry, MC. Please let me make it up to you,“ he looked hopefully at you, like a child expecting to get a present that he always wanted.

“Hmm… I don’t know, Jumin. I told you to carry a copy of your contacts list in a small notebook before, but you never listened.“

“I know, and I’m sorry. I’ll order Assistant Kang to make me a copy of my contacts first thing in the morning.“

You shook your head. “No dear, you have to do it by yourself. Jaehee was already neck deep in work the last time I checked. You could at least lessen the projects that you give her.“

“Alright, no more unnecessary projects. Please forgive me, I’ll do anything you want.“

You perked up at the thought of your husband offering to do anything for you. “Really? Anything?“

“Yes, my love, anything.“

“Well, there IS something I’ve been meaning to try…“


Jumin heard the door open and close, followed by the sound of somebody moving around the room. “MC, is that you?“ “Did I permit you to talk?“ “No ma’am,“ he had used that tone on you a couple of times, so he knew not to address you casually.

There was a soft thunk by the bedside table, and he felt the bed dip, and the smell of your citrus and green tea shower gel permeated his nostrils as you sat beside him. “So, what shall I do to you first, Mr. Han?“ your tone was seductive, like honey smoothly gliding over his soul. “You do know that I intend to get payback in full after this, don’t you… ma’am?“ there was a sound of rummaging from his right side.

“Cheeky bastard. If you’re going to get payback after this, then I might as well make it count. I wonder though, should I just take off that blindfold and eat a sandwich in front of you? Or should I build a block tower instead?“ “MC…“ there was a hint of warning in his voice, and a tick in his jaw. It was  fun teasing him like this, but you knew not to push your luck.

appynation  asked:

Prompt?: Lance comes down with an illness, and Keith is instructed to take care of him. At first, Lance is milking it for all it's worth, enjoying Keith having to do things for him and whatnot. But his condition quickly begins to worsen, and he really DOES need help, Keith just assumes he's faking it for more attention? I'm a sucker for the "don't believe them until it's too late" sickfic trope. :D

yeEESSSS yes

I’m drunk so don’t hate me if this sucks lol

“Keeeeith,” Lance whined, “I need you.” Keith rubbed a hand down his face. 

“I’m going to kill him,” Keith confided in Pidge and Hunk. “I’m going to lose my shit, and there’s going to be a white-hot flash of light, and Lance will be dead, and I will feel nothing.”

“Oh, go easy on him,” Hunk smirked. “He’s sick.”

“He’s got a cold!”

“A space cold,” Pidge corrected, “and he’s lonely. He misses his family.”

Keith sighed. “I know that. I just wish I weren’t the one in charge of babysitting, you know? I’m so… not good at it.”

“That’s what you get, Typhoid Mary,” Pidge teased. Keith had been sick last week with a nasty cold, and Lance had been the only paladin brave enough to risk getting sick himself to care for Keith. He’d had to admit that it was nice, at the time. Lance was a good care-taker, even if it sometimes got a bit overwhelming. He’d been freaked, Keith could tell, about what might happen with this unidentified space virus, checking Keith’s temperature every hour and forcing him to drink water and eat soup. The attention ranged from much-needed, when Keith was awake and miserable, to downright suffocating, when Keith was trying to sleep or relax.

“You were pretty whiny, too,” Hunk reminded him, “But Lance never complained about it.”

“You’re right; you’re always right,” Keith admitted, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. The red paladin steeled himself and entered Lance’s room.

“What do you need?” he asked. 

“Will you read to me?” Lance asked, looking suspiciously innocent.

“I’m out of here,” Keith decided, turning quickly on one heel.

“Wait,” Lance stopped him, “For real. I’ve got a really bad headache.”

“Go to sleep,” Keith suggested. He felt for his friend, he did. But there was no way in hell he’d read to him.

“It hurts too much,” he admitted. “My sisters always used to read to me, and it helped me relax enough to fall asleep.”

“It’s not going to happen, Lance.”

“Shiro said you were supposed to take care of me,” Lance definitely-did-not-whine.

“Yeah, he said I had to make sure you didn’t die. He said nothing about entertainment.”

Lance huffed, which turned into a fit of harsh coughing. “Fine. Can you grab me something for my head?”

“You just took it half an hour ago,” Keith said, feeling genuinely sympathetic now. “You can’t take anything more for another three and a half hours.”

Lance looked disappointed. “Oh, okay. Thanks anyway,” he muttered, rolling over in his bed to try to sleep. Keith turned his lights off on the way out.

Sitting down to the table once more, Keith let his body sag into the chair tiredly. 

“How did Lance manage to do this for a whole week? It’s only been two days and I’m tired,” Keith said.

“Lance really cares about you,” Shiro joined from the doorway, having overheard Keith’s complaints. 

“It’s not that I don’t care!”

“You wouldn’t even read to him,” Hunk argued. “Not even a little. He’s in there, in pain, unable to sleep, and you wouldn’t read him a story. He didn’t even ask you to do funny voices.”

“You know that he would have,” Keith fought weakly, but he knew that Hunk was right. He wasn’t as good a friend as Lance.

“Lance is just a natural caretaker,” Shiro offered. “That’s why he’s so sick now–he ran himself ragged looking after you, Keith. You complained that he woke you up every hour to check your fever, but have you considered that means he was up every hour, too?”

“And at least you were sleeping during the day,” Pidge added. “Lance still had to do paladin training.”

Keith was stunned silent.

And he wouldn’t even read to the kid.

Shit.

Keith stood again and walked back into Lance’s room.

“Hey, Lance?” he tried softly from the doorway.

“Go ‘way,” Lance muttered. He was shivering violently enough that Keith could see it from the door. 

“I’ll read to you, if you still want me to,” Keith offered. He had to physically lock his knees to prevent himself from sprinting away from how much he did not want to do this.

“No,” said the lump of covers that was the blue paladin. “Just leave me alone.”

“Come on, don’t be like that,” Keith tried.

“M’serious,” Lance insisted, “Fuck off, Keith.” 

Keith bristled at the language. 

“Look, I know you don’t feel well, but you’re being a baby,” Keith accused, stepping inside the room. “I’m trying my best.” He reached out and turned on a table lamp. Lance jerked away from even the dim light source, burying his face in the covers.

“Lance?” Keith called softly, uncertainly. 

“Turnitoffturnitoffturnitoff,” Lance pleaded, and Keith did so faster than he’d ever done anything in his life. His heart was pounding. 

“What’s the matter, Lance?”

“Head,” was seemingly all he could manage. 

Keith leaned in close to feel Lance’s forehead with his hand, and cursed at the blistering heat and uncomfortable dryness of his skin. Why hadn’t he made sure Lance was drinking water, as Lance had done for him while he was sick?

But Keith hadn’t been this sick. Like Shiro had said, Lance had run himself into the ground trying to take care of both Keith and all his normal paladin duties, and this was the result–he’d crashed and now he was burning.

“I’m gonna get Shiro,” Keith promised. Lance was shivering desperately still, teeth chattering. He didn’t reply.

“Shiro,” Keith cried breathlessly, sprinting into the common room. “He’s really sick.”

“What do you mean?” Pidge asked. “It’s just a cold; you had it, too.”

“I don’t know what happened to him,” Keith admitted, a pinkish tinge of panic coloring his voice. “His fever’s through the roof and I don’t know what to do.”

Shiro and the others followed Keith to Lance’s room, quarantine be damned. Lance wasn’t in his bed. 

“Where did he go?” Hunk asked to no one in particular.

“He’s in no condition to be wandering around,” Keith said. 

“If his fever’s as high as you say it is, he might be hallucinating,” Shiro deduced. “Split up. Call the rest of us on the comms if you find him.” 

Everyone took off in different directions in search of the blue paladin.

“He’s not in his lion,” Pidge supplied. “She seems really agitated.”

“She’s probably freaking out just as much as we are,” Hunk said. “He’s not in the kitchen.”

“Lance?” Shiro called. Where the hell had he hidden? “Come on out, buddy, we want to help you.”

“Guys, I’ve got him,” Keith finally announced. “He’s under my goddamn bed.” Lance was indeed sprawled halfway under Keith’s bed, looking like he’d passed out where he stood.

“What?” came a chorus of concerned voices.

“What’s he doing in there?” Shiro asked.

“He had a headache,” Keith said. “He asked me to give him something for it, but it was too early. The light hurt his eyes when I came into his room. I think he came in here because it’s dark and quiet.”

“Why yours?” Hunk asked.

“Lance?” Keith tried. “Lance, buddy, what are you doing out here?”

“Gotta check Keith’s fever,” Lace replied, a slurred, worrisome mess.

“I’m right here, remember?” Keith asked. “I’m all better now. You took good care of me.”

“I did?” Lance asked, blinking owlishly at the red paladin. He seemed barely able to keep his eyes open.

“Yeah, you did.”

Lance pressed the palms of his hands hard into his closed eyes, looking pitiful and pained. “My head hurts,” he admitted.

“I know, bud,” Keith soothed. “You’ve got a fever. I’m gonna take care of you now.”

Bathroom - Jesse McCree/Reader

@seriikuro requested some fluff for werewolf!McCree. First off, thank you! Seconldy, sorry it’s terrible/not the best, my mental health has been shit lately. Overall, I tried to make it as fluffy as I could with this scenario since it was the only thing coming to mind. Hope you can enjoy. 

I’ve also decided I’m going to make this a series. So I’ll probably write some domestic scenarios with were!cree in a series. 

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future kids 3: 06

pairing: jungkookxreader
length: 1k words
genre: fluff

hoseok | yoongi | seokjin | namjoon | jimin | jungkook | taehyung

Originally posted by jkguks


“It’s getting so big… What if we’re having twins?” You mutter, laying next to Jungkook early in the morning. This was all before your son had woken up, you were surprised that he hadn’t come running in here. Panic had sprung across Jungkook’s face, you were only joking but it was always a possibility since you hadn’t had your first scan yet. It was due a couple of hours from now.

“We couldn’t handle it.”

“You would have to give up being an idol.” You giggle at your statement. He didn’t look too happy when you said that to him. You were just on the way to making him angry this morning, but it wouldn’t last very long.

“No, you would have to look after three children. It would be like having triplets.”

“You would leave me to look after 3 kids… I would file for divorce and leave you with the kids.” Parenting was something that was meant to be a joint partnership, not one alone. Although you do praise all the single parents out there.

Jungkook let out a chuckle, you smiled back at him also figuring it was a bad joke to make. “Please just only be one in there,” Jungkook mutters, touching your belly as he did.

“What if it’s triplets?” You took the joke even further, which meant that you couldn’t stop laughing now. Jungkook rolled his eyes at you starting to pull himself out of bed. “Don’t wake him up.  If you do you can get him dressed.” You mutter being careful as you rolled back onto your other side. Your stomach wasn’t in the way of an uncomfortable night’s sleep just yet, but it would be soon. Probably in a few weeks when Jungkook wouldn’t be here while he was promoting. “It can be practice for when I go to work and you have to look after both kids.”

You’d seen what they did on a popular show, it would be fun to see how Jungkook would handle looking after two kids without you. “You don’t need to go back to work, I supply enough money for all of us as it is.” He was being honest about that.

“I like working for a living, besides it never hurts to have a break from your own children for a couple of hours each day.” Jungkook shrugs and walked off into your son’s room, “He’s going to cry.” You mutter and on cue, your son had started to cry. Time for you to be the superhero…

“Did appa upset you? It’s okay… eomma is here now.” You quickly pulled your son into a hug, patting him on the back gently. Looking up to Jungkook he was looking at you in amazement, the way you had played him like that.

He was definitely going to make your second child love him more.

X

“You look more suspicious wearing the hat and mask than you do without them.” You mutter sitting in the clinic’s waiting room, it was a private clinic. There wasn’t even anyone around, “Doesn’t appa look silly?” Your son nodded his head in approval with you giggling as he did.

“Why are you like this to me? You’re my son too!” Jungkook sighed pulling off his hat and mask stuffing them both into his pockets.

“Eomma loves you more than I do.” He giggled, it frustrated Jungkook even more as he pulled his son onto his lap starting to tickle him all over his body.

“You rascal.”

“Mrs. Jeon.” You look up in relief to the nurse calling out your name, pulling yourself up out of the chair you left the two boys hoping that they wouldn’t follow but they did.

“So we’re expecting this baby early August, how are your symptoms recently?” The doctor asks as she poked around your belly, checking the position and if you falling into the average size for this stage of pregnancy. You knew all of this from when you were pregnant with your son.

“Tired, the sickness is still keeping me up at night.” Jungkook didn’t know that part, usually because he wasn’t at home when it happened. He was either still at the company or he had just left to go to it.

“I’ll prescribe you some anti-nausea drugs to see if this helps, if not make sure to tell us at your next appointment. Now time to see the baby, are you finding out the gender today?”

“Yes.” Your son stood beside you pointing curiously at the ultrasound machine. “The baby will appear on that screen.” Explaining things to him like this now as you went along was one way of preparing him for the future. As well as educating him early sounded like a good thing to do.

“Look’s like someone is awake.” The doctor says smiling, you look at the screen seeing as they were moving around. “I think she knows you’re looking, she’s waving a little.” A girl? You saw as she was moving a hand a little to make it look as if she is waving.

“Are you sure it’s just one? Not another one hiding in the back.” Jungkook asks as he approached your side, he pulled your son up higher so he was able to see the screen more. You started to laugh at Jungkook’s comment the same time you were crying tears of joy.

“Just one.” The doctor confirmed.

“A girl…” Jungkook mutters, you weren’t able to tell if he was surprised, happy or upset by the news. You lifted your hand up to touch his face.

“Are you happy?” You whisper, his head nodded in response quickly. He bent down to kiss you on the lips and you could tell he was happy now. Maybe just the thought of having another child excited him, neither of you would’ve cared if you were having another boy, twins or even triplets.

“I’m not going to let her date any boys and she’s going to have a curfew of 5 PM.” You started to chuckle at the comment, he was going to be one over-protective father for your little girl.