i need to know what happened to my babies


Bruce? What’s up? Champagne? No. Why? They don’t card you here and even if they did, this is Gotham. By ‘they,’ you mean me. This is my place, too. Really? Yeah. So, you want to tell your little brat pack here to reel it in a little or should I call your keeper? Go ahead, call Alfred. He won’t answer. Why? Because I fired him.

“It’s a bittersweet time. I’m trying to be happy because it’s said that the baby will absorb sad moments. But my father died five months ago, today. We don’t know exactly what happened. He was alone. We think someone tried to rob him because he was found shot to death in his car. I think it was hardest for me because we were so close. He used to visit me at the hospital every day while I was working. I learned that I was pregnant shortly after he died. I think my pregnancy is what’s keeping our family alive. Especially my mother. She’s always with me now. She gets me everything I need. The baby keeps both of us looking forward. It’s going to be a girl.”

(Buenos Aires, Argentina)

The new Miraculous print I just finished!!! Omg this baby was a lot of blood, sweat, and tears…. But it’s finished!! I will have this available in my storenvy by the end of July when I open it back up! Please let me know what you think.

EDIT: Omg I am so overwhelmed by the feedback I have been getting!! You are all so awesome!! However, because of an incident that just happened I feel I need to add this even though it shouldn’t have to be said. 


I don’t like having to report people but with how bad art theft is getting, especially in the Miraculous fandom, I will not tolerate it. I will make an effort to reach out and fix it if it was a simple mistake and got overlooked but i will not ask again before reporting.

I hate having to be like that but we have to protect our creations.

Writing Prompts

Send me a number and any specific details you might like to see included.

1. Can you just back off?
2. I’m right here, okay? You’re all right.
3. Lock the door.
4. Keep it up and see what happens.
5. Don’t touch me right now.
6. That lipstick’s not gonna stay put for long.
7. Baby, just breathe.
8. This is a terrible idea.
9. For fuck’s sake, just shut up.
10. It’s too early for this.
11. If you keep squeezing that hard, you’ll break my hand.
12. I’m just stressed.
13. What did you break?
14. It’s four A.M.
15. I don’t need you anymore.
16. What an interesting conclusion.
17. And now you’re naked. Okay.
18. What are you wearing?
19. You’re overreacting.
20. I can’t believe you don’t even know my eye color.
21. And you thought I’d be okay with that?
22. You can’t keep doing this.
23. I’m so sorry. I can’t even tell you how sorry I am.
24. Why do you smell like smoke?
25. Why do you smell like a walking liquor bar?
26. Why do you smell like perfume?
27. Is there someone else? Don’t lie.
28. You took advantage of me.
29. If you think you’re getting out of this that easily, you’re sadly mistaken.
30. You put us both in danger.
31. I don’t understand you.
32. You’re just asking for it.
33. I could just choke you right now.
34. You are everything to me.
35. This is gonna hurt.
36. I don’t deserve this.
37. You can’t just fix everything with a kiss. This isn’t a booboo.
38. Can you slow down?
39. It feels deeper this way.
40. Did you just stick your fingers in my mouth?
41. Your family is in the other room!
42. I’m begging you.
43. Hey, you’re safe now. It’s over.
44. Where is all of my underwear?
45. I almost died.
46. This isn’t just one of your little jokes.
47. What did you do to your hair?
48. You’re scaring me.
49. I think I drank too much.
50. Well, this was unexpected.
51. It’s too late for that.
52. I didn’t mean to hurt you.
53. It’s your birthday. It is your birthday, right?
54. You’re just gonna leave me here?
55. That’s mine. You’re not taking it.
56. You made that more sexual than it should have been.
57. I’m not just gonna wait around for you.
58. That’s my only clean shirt.
59. Did you use my cologne? You smell like me.
60. I feel like I might be sick.
61. I can’t believe you would do this.
62. Don’t underestimate me. I’m a seasoned pro.
63. Your mom says differently.
64. Did you steal this?
65. I thought I lost you.
66. I think you need a shower.
67. Call an ambulance.
68. I can’t talk about this anymore.
69. Can you put your mouth here?
70. You taste like toothpaste.
71. A little manky-panky.
72. I’m going to absolutely wreck you.
73. Don’t ever say that again.
74. I don’t really care what you think.
75. I can’t do that.
76. This is a train wreck.
77. Do you need some tissues?
78. You can fuck right off.
79. You’re still gonna go, aren’t you?
80. I cannot believe you forgot. This was important to me.
81. If you buy that, I’m leaving you.
82. Can we just start fresh?
83. Don’t forget the condoms!
84. I feel like I’ve been split in two.
85. I’ve never felt anything like that.
86. You’re driving me mad.
87. This is completely different.
88. Can you believe the moon tonight?
89. Wait, why are you crying?
90. You’re making this hard for me.
91. I hope you rot in hell.
92. I think you’re an angel.
93. Do this for me and I’ll do anything you want.
94. I’m gonna take good care of you.
95. Let’s see what you’ve got.
96. I went easy on you.
97. I’m getting better, right?
98. Read my fucking lips.
99. You make me happy.
100. I can feel your heart beating.

She’s mine now.

Originally posted by imminentalpha

Prompt: Theo comes back from hell to find out his girlfriend is now dating Stiles. 

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader, Stiles Stilinski x Reader

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BTS Reaction~ Telling Them You’re Pregnant

Summary: You had broken up almost two months ago and now, you’re pregnant

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of car accident, not wanting to keep the baby

By: Admin Y, I tried y’all but this will be the first reactions of several bts dad ones. I live for dad au!s okay leave me be pls




You didn’t know what to do, it didn’t end on bad terms, it’s just you’d already moved past it. You’d found out a couple weeks ago after you missed your period. You weren’t afraid of telling him, you were just afraid if he’d pick being an idol over you and the baby. You’d called him and told him you needed to have a serious conversation with him, so that leads you here sitting alone in a small restaurant waiting for him.

“Hey y/n!” You heard a voice from behind you.

“Hey Jinnie” you stood up and went in for a hug. He smelt and felt so familiar.

“Y/N I’m-“

“I’m pregnant! And please let me finish before you talk. I don’t care if you want to be apart of this babies life. Well I do care but it’s up to you. Okay. I’m having it. But I really miss you and I love you, but-“ He inturupted you with his lips on yours.

“Y/N don’t ever think I wouldn’t be apart of this babies life. It’s you and me, I love you so much”


Yoongi missed you so much, and you missed him. You suggested taking a break because bts was having a comeback and he needed to focus without you being a distraction. But things really changed when you found out you were pregnant. You didn’t want to tell him straight up so you went to the only person you knew who could kind of understand.

“You need to tell him. He loves you and you know nothing will change that” Namjoon said sitting on the edge of his desk. You were sitting on his chair playing with his van plushy.

“I know Joonie but I’m so afraid” you said breaking into tears. Neither you nor Namjoon knew Yoongi had been outside the door the whole time. You followed you to Joons studio after Hobi had seen you enter the building.

After the long conversation with Namjoon you texted Yoongi.

Y/N: hey Yoongi, we need to talk

Yoongi: I heard you talking to Namjoon. I want you to know that you’ve always come first, even if it doesn’t seem like it. You’re my whole world and now you and this baby is my whole world. Please open the door

The knock was quiet. You’d shot up from the couch to find Yoongi standing with your favorite flowers and a small lion teddy bear.

“No matter what happens I’m glad it’s with you” He said giving you his gummy smile.


It ended bad. He had been distant the weeks following up and when you finally confronted him he blew up on you, left the apartment, and you haven’t heard from him since.

But now here you are sitting on your bathroom floor and three tests, all positive.

After that night none of the boys tried contacting you so the only person you could tell was your mom.

“I had to find out from your mom!” Was all you heard. You were in isle 13 to be exact. You were craving chocolate and you went to the nearest market. You turned around to see Hobi. He looked angry. “Your fucking mom”.


You actually found up the day you’d broken up. You were jealous and it was no excuse, and now you were regretting everything. Namjoon had been close to his ex girlfriend recently due to a track they were paired up for. You knew he didn’t have feelings for her but you couldn’t help but feel less loved the more time he spent with her and not you.

You were walking across the street, you didn’t even see the car coming until it hit you.

Namjoon was just beginning to get over you when he’d gotten the call you were in the hospital. He and the rest of the boys had rushed over to where you were.

“Is everything okay?!” He said catching his breath.

“Yes everything is fine. Y/N and the baby are going to be just fine”



Jimin thought the both of you would be better off as friends and you would disagree. Jimin was the love of your life but you guess you weren’t his. You left him and everything behind. You couldn’t put yourself through all of that. You needed to focus on you.

That was until you found yourself pregnant and standing outside the door to the boys dorms. You have three knocks but still no answer. You turned around and headed to the elevator. Just as the doors opened you saw Jimin.

Damn he looked better than he ever had.

“Y/N?” He stepped out, and you stepped back.

“Hi” was all you could manage to say.

“You look” He looked you up and down. “You look really good”

“Jimin I know you said we would be better off friends but” you tried to hold back tears.

“Y/N” he said pulling you in for a hug. “I know what I said and I know it hurt you but you and I have to move on”

“I can’t Jimin” you cried into his chest. “I’m pregnant”

“You’re what”

“I’m pregnant Jimin”. He gripped you tighter.

“We will figure this out okay”. When you looked up at him he was smiling bigger than you’d ever seen before


Tae accused you of cheating when the paparazzi took pictures of you with another man, who happened to be your cousin but Tae wasn’t having it. It had only been a few months since he had come public with your relationship and everyone was out to get you.

Here you were alone in your doctors office, only confirming you were pregnant. Your sister was out in the waiting room texting none other than Taehyung.

After Tae found out the truth he tried contacting you but you just ignored him. But your sister was more than happy to fill him in on everything. After all she was the one who set you two up.

When Tae found out you were in the doctors he drove over as fast as he could. This was his baby, your baby.

You gathered your stuff and headed toward the exit door when you saw Taehyung pull up.

“Tae?” You sounded annoyed and angry. He was the last person you wanted to see, ever.

“Y/N, please I’m sorry!” He was on his knees bagging you.

“Go away, I’m not keeping it so there’s no point in trying” was all you said before you got into your car and drove off leaving Taehyung and your sister.


You found out from Yoongi you were pregnant. He started to notice things were different with you.

“I think you’re pregnant” he said while you were stuffing your face with a pancake covered in ketchup.


And now you were sitting in the boys dorms waiting for Jimin and Jungkook to get back from practice. Yoongi said he would be by your side the whole time.

You and Jungkook ended things on a good note. You both weren’t ready for commitment, only being in your early twenties you wanted more and so did he. He was focusing on being an idol and you were focusing on school. So much for that now huh.

“Oh hey y/n!” Jimin said coming to hug you.

“Hi Jiminie” you said squeezing a little tighter.

“Why are you here?” Jungkook said setting his bag down. It wasn’t rude, more confused.

“Just came to say hi is all” you panicked. What if Jungkook rejected you. What if he didn’t want the baby.

“She’s pregnant Kookie” Yoongi said it for you. He knew you all to well. He saw you tense up knowing you’d back out.

“You’re what?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m so sorry” was all you could say before breaking down. Jungkook caught you in his arms pulling you in for a tight hug.

“We were so careful Kookie, I’m so sorry” your cries were muffled from his sweaty shirt.

“It’s going to be okay” he said gently stroking your hair.

BTS reaction: You need their attention when they’re busy

Author’s note: This is my first reaction (and it turned out to be longer than i planned), please don’t be too harsh on me :) Also, feel free to leave requests if you have something in mind!

(btw this is literally the first thing i wrote in english, pls don’t judge me too much haha)


“Y/N!” He groaned in displeasure as you constantly disturb him when he attempted to cook dinner for the two of you. “I’m not doing anything.” You smiled innocently, swinging your legs back and forth as you were sitting on the kitchen counter. The truth was, you were doing everything to make him drop what he was doing and give you some attention. But apparently, your boyfriend is an even bigger weirdo than you thought and the fact that his girlfriend is sitting right in front of him wearing only a thin pair of panties and his t-shirt is not a big deal. 

You smiled when a devilish thought came to your mind. “Have you noticed how ridiculously good Hoseok oppa looks in black hair? Like, god bless he finally decided to go back to his natural color. I mean, we all know how sexy he is but damn, I didn’t expect that.” His muscles clearly tensed as he tightened his grip on the pan, but that was the only reaction you got. “I know what you’re doing and it’s not working.” You sighed dramatically but decided to keep quiet since your attempts failed. Jin noticed the frown on your face and gently kissed your forehead, then both of your cheeks and lastly your lips, repeating his actions until you laughed and shoved his face away. “Baby, can’t you wait a little bit longer? I’m almost done.”

“I’d like to hear that in a different situation.” You muttered under your breath. A loud sound pierced the silence when Seokjin dropped the spoon he was holding and before you knew, he was so close to your face you could easily count his eyelashes. “You want some attention? Okay, but I don’t want to hear your complains tomorrow about how sore you are.” The tone of his voice and look on his face left you speechless and everything you could do was dumbly nod your head.

Originally posted by mimibtsghost


“Yoongi,” He hummed in response but didn’t move a bit, still focused on his computer. You sighed from your spot on the couch in his studio but decided to not give up on getting his attention. “Yoongi.” You said a little bit louder this time. “Jagi, I’m busy.” Yeah, I’ve noticed.

You got up from the seat and came up to his chair. Without thinking twice, you took off his headphones and grabbed his hand, dragging him toward the couch with you. “Y/N, what are you doing? I have to fin-“

“You can do it later.” You cut him off and pushed surprised Yoongi down the couch. Then you placed your body on top of his, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck and wrapping your arm tightly around his torso. It was quiet for some time as Yoongi was trying to realize what had just happened.

“Does my baby need some attention?” He asked, trailing his fingers underneath your shirt, up and down your back. “I just missed you.” You said softly, enjoying the feeling of his touch on your naked skin. “I’m sorry, baby. You know I get too caught up in work sometimes.” He mumbled close to your ear, his hot breath caused shivers ran down your spine. The lack of his touch for the past few weeks made your body to react to the smallest things. “Don’t you think you should make it up for me?” You asked while placing wet kisses along his neck. He let out a small moan, leaning his head back and exposing more skin for your eager lips.

“Oh, I will.” A big, gummy smile spread across his face as images of things he wants to do to your body appeared in his head.

Originally posted by hobjoon


Reaching your arms out towards your boyfriend, you asked with a small pout on your lips, “Hobiii, can I have a hug?” He knelt down in front of you where you were sitting on the floor, leaning against the mirror in his dance studio and quickly pecked your lips. “Jagiya, I’m all sweaty, wait until we get home, okay?” He smiled and stood up, turning the music on and going back to his practice. You sighed and once again watched how your boyfriend dances the same choreography thousandth time.

While he was too caught up in his dancing, you slowly walked up to the table in the corner of the room where his phone was laying on. You quickly glanced over your shoulder to make sure he wasn’t looking and turned his music off. “Y/N!” He cried, running his hand through his sweaty hair. “Can you please turn it on?” He asked calmly, giving you a stern look. You simply shook your head as a no. He sighed and slowly approached you. “Why are you like this?” He tilted his head and placed his hands on your hips. You shrugged and lowered your head, too embarrassed to look in his eyes. “You’re dancing the same choreography over and over again and you’re not paying me any attention and I’m bored and I just miss you and your touch and I just wanted to hug you and maybe kiss you, please don’t be mad at me, I-” 

He cut your rambling off by kissing you gently; his soft lips were moving slowly against yours as he pulled you up close to his body. You could feel how sweaty he was but couldn’t really care about it when you were finally in his strong arms. 

“Awh Y/N, why are you so cute?” He squealed, squeezing your cheeks in his hands and kissing you again.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


You leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping coffee and watching your boyfriend who was sitting in the living room, busy with some work on his laptop. It was early in the morning and you had to leave for work in less than an hour and honestly, you were hoping for morning cuddles or any affection from Namjoon but he decided otherwise. You were craving his attention more than anything but didn’t want to act like a whiny baby when he’s clearly doing something important since even your brief nightdress you were still wearing didn’t affect him. Usually, he can’t keep his hands to himself, especially in the morning, always complaining about leaving him in bed all alone. 

You were so caught up in your thoughts, imagining your boyfriend’s hands on your body, that the sound of car horn on the streets threw you off guard, making you drop the mug you were holding on the floor. You cursed loudly, looking down at the mess you caused. A second later, you saw Namjoon from the corner of your eye and prepared yourself for his teasing.

“Wow, I thought I’m the destructive one in this relationship.” He laughed even harder when he noticed the pout on your face and grabbed your hand to move you aside from all the glass on the floor. “If you wanted my attention that much, you could’ve just asked, baby.” He said cheekily and kissed your forehead, a huge grin still spread on his face. You groaned and hit his chest, making him laugh again.

Originally posted by you-made-me-again


It was one of the quiet evenings when you and Jimin watch your favorite movies, limbs tangled together as you lay on each other on the couch, eating pizza and ramen, too tired to even care about the world outside your bubble.  

Except, tonight it’s you who watch the movie and it’s you who eat all the junk food you’ve ordered, while your boyfriend has his eyes glued to the bright screen of his phone and do god knows what. You’ve tried to catch his attention several times by making some comments about the movie or asking questions, but every time all you got was a small hum or a short answer without even looking up from his phone. You didn’t know what was so interesting that he couldn’t resist it, but what you did know was that you lost your patience and you’re not going to hide it.

You shifted from your spot and without hesitation moved to straddle his lap, gently removing the phone from his hands and placing them on your waist. He immediately looked up, taken aback by your sudden movement but didn’t complain about his loss. “Why wasting your time on your stupid phone when you can play with this?” You asked seductively, pointing at your body. 

His eyes widened as he tightened his grip on your waist. He smiled shyly and leaned down to attack your lips with his plump one.

Originally posted by sosjimin


Since Taehyung brought Yeontan home, it seemed like the only thing he cared about was his small ball of fluff. You were a big dog lover yourself and that cute puppy already owned your heart but still, you just couldn’t help but be a little jealous of all the attention his dog was receiving. You knew it was stupid and would never admit it to your boyfriend, so instead of standing awkwardly in the doorframe, you slowly walked up to the place where Tae was busy laying with his dog on the carpet in your living room and sat with your legs crossed beside them. You couldn’t be mad at him when you saw a big grin on his face, as he was laying on his back with Yeontan spread over his chest, slowly drifting off to sleep. You giggled quietly at this adorable picture and reached your hand out to caress Taehyung’s cheek. He looked up at you and smiled even wider if that was possible.

“Is there an option for your girlfriend to get some love too?” You asked, pouting your lips. He chuckled and opened up his arms, giving you a sign to join their little cuddle session. “Have you missed me?” He whispered in your ear. “Maybe.” You mumbled in his neck, hiding your face. “Aww Jagiya, you know you’re the most important, right?” He gently kissed your head, tightening his grip on your waist. “Prove it.” You said cheekily, looking up straight into his eyes.

Taehyung got up, now hovering over your body and placed his sleepy puppy on your chest. He leaned down, intending to kiss you when Yeontan suddenly started licking your face, causing you to let out a surprised shriek as you already closed your eyes, ready to be kissed. Taehyung quickly pecked your lips, before grabbing his phone. He started recording the two loves of his life, wanting to capture the sweet moment. “Y/N, you’re cuter than this little puppy, I swear.”

Originally posted by jimiyoong


“Koookie, I’m bored.” You whined and shoved another handful of popcorn in your mouth. “I’ve offered you to play with me.” He replied, the tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he furiously hitting buttons on his gamepad. You sent him a death glare but he didn’t even notice it, too busy with his game. You got tired of trying to get his attention and spend some time like a normal couple, so you decided to go to sleep earlier that day since your boyfriend is in his own world.

It wasn’t long until you felt strong arms wrapping around your waist and soon after your boyfriend’s body was all pressed against yours. You sighed happily and turned around in his arms to bury your face in his toned chest. A small smile tugged at your lips when you felt little kisses Jungkook was placing on top of your head. Feeling warm and comfortable in his loving embrace, you were more than ready to fall asleep when you heard his full of guilt voice. “Baby, I’m really sorry for ignoring you. I guess this is what you have to deal with when you decide to date a child.” He let out an awkward laugh and you knew he was really embarrassed about his previous behavior. He always tries to prove you how mature he is, but nights like this expose his true, childish nature and even if it annoys the shit out of you, you still love it about him.

Looking up, you saw a cute pout on his lips and couldn’t help but kiss it away. He let out a surprised gasp when you connected your lips, but immediately returned the kiss. After few moments of slow making out, you let go of his lips and moved back a little, looking into his beautiful eyes. A second later, his whole face brightened up as he sent you his bunny smile. You giggled at your adorable boyfriend and couldn’t even remember that you should be mad at him.

Originally posted by jjeonguk

💌yandere starter prompts💌

  1. “I saw you last night…you looked beautiful.”
  2. “God, you have no idea how amazing you are, do you?”
  3. “I don’t wanna hurt you, baby.”
  4. “You think that I’m watching you? Don’t flatter yourself…”
  5. “This world doesn’t deserve an angel like you.”
  6. “I think they might be a problem. Don’t worry, love, I’ll take care of them for you.”
  7. “I’ll do whatever it takes if it means we’ll be together forever, my sweet.”
  8. “You will do what I ask.”
  9. “If you just do what you’re fucking told then we wouldn’t have a problem, would we?”
  10. “Where’s that smile I’m looking for, sugar?”
  11. “So…do you want your underwear back?”
  12. “Sweetheart, I have to mark you. How else is everyone gonna know you’re mine?”
  13. “You’ve been so good lately, my pet. Don’t make me have to punish you…”
  14. “I fucking need you more than I need to breath.”
  15. “If you leave me, I’ll die!”
  16. “I know you liked them, sweetie, but they were keeping you away from me.”
  17. “You’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”
  18. “Cry for me, baby.”
  19. “I know it hurts, honey, but that’s what happens when you don’t do what I say.”
  20. “I just want to show you how much I love you…”
  21. “Don’t worry, my love, I’ll protect you.”
  22. “The next time they touch what’s mine, I’ll cut their fucking arm off.”
  23. “You’re so cute when you’re struggling.”
  24. “If you don’t take your clothes off, I’ll take them off for you.”
  25. “Just give into me, love.”
  26. “I’ll lock you up and throw away the fucking key if you ever even think about doing anything like that again, do you hear me?”
  27. “I wish you would just let me have you…”
  28. “I just want us to be happy. I had to kill them.”
  29. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to you, got it?”
  30. “Is it so hard to love me?”
  31. “I hate it when they look at you…so fucking much…”
  32. “You know you’re mine, don’t you?”
  33. “Do you really think you can get away from me?”
  34. “I know everything about you, darling, and you’re so perfect.”
  35. “I’m madly in love with you.”
  36. “You’re all I ever think about.”
  37. “If you don’t kiss me, I’ll slit your fucking throat.”
  38. “You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that, baby.”
  39. “Tell me how much you love me.”
  40. “I’ll carve my name into your back if that’s what I have to do to let you know you’re mine.”
  41. “Why’re you crying? Aren’t you happy to be with me?”
  42. “I’ll kiss away the pain, doll.”
  43. “I’m sorry, honey, but you made me jealous. They had to die.”
  44. “Do you think I like hurting you? Because I fucking love it.”
  45. “You don’t even know how lucky you are. I protect you and provide for you. Don’t act so ungrateful.”
  46. “It’s okay to love me. Please love me.”
  47. “I could fucking kill you right now, you know that?”
  48. “Don’t test me, darling.”
  49. “You think I’m jealous? Trust me, buttercup, you haven’t even seen jealousy.”
  50. “I want to tell you I love you until my throat bleeds.”
This Girl Made Taylor Swift Costumes For Her Rescue Cats And It's Too Freaking Cute
My heart can't take this. :')
By Jemima Skelley

You guys my heart is overflowing…  2 weeks ago I lost my sweet kitty and I needed something to pull me out of my sadness.  I came up with this idea of making costumes for my foster kittens.  This is far and above what I ever thought would happen.  I just wanted @taylorswift to see and know that her music has been a part of my life since 2006.  I also, hoped that my foster babies would find a wonderful homes.  So… THANK YOU, THANK YOU AND THANK YOU.  Keep posting and bringing joy to the world with kittens and Taylor Swift.  Much love - Jessica

Forever (2) - I know, baby girl. I know. (FP Jones & Jughead Jones-Riverdale)

Request: Hi! Could you please do a part 2 or forever where FP has been framed and put in jail and it’s jughead’s first day at south side high (and this is when he is sorta living in FP’s trailer) and reader helps calms his nerves with school and maybe even Betty?

Thank you for the request, i hope i did it justice :)

Click here for part one!

2 months have passed since Jughead found out about FP’s and Y/N’s relationship and everything has been going great. FP started working for Fred Andrews again, Y/N has been getting along with Jughead wonderful and they all were happy.

“So Jughead, i heard that your high school has some sort of a dance happening tonight. Are you and Betty going?” Y/N asked standing up from the table and starting to clean up after they just finished dinner.

“Yeah, It’s not like I have much of a choice.” He said sarcastically. Everyone knew that a school dance was not really in his style.

“You’re so much like your father.” Y/N laughed.


“Yeah right!” They both said at the same time.

“Mhm, of course not.” She shook her head at them. “Not at all.”

“Are you two going as well?” The boy asked, not sure if he would be rather them saying yes or no.

“Nah.” Y/N said, knowing that FP wouldn’t enjoy it.

“Lucky you.” Jughead said to his father making him smirk.

“That I am.” He nodded  looking at the woman he loved.

Soon they heard a knock.

“Expecting someone?” FP asked looking at the girl sitting next to him on the couch while Jughead was sitting at the desk writing his novel.

“That must be Betty, she’s picking me up.” The boy said not even looking up from his laptop.

“I’ll get it.” Y/N stood up and walked to the door. “Betty, hey! Come in, Jughead is at the table.” She said letting the teenage blonde inside.

“Thank you Miss-”

“Call me Y/N, please.  No need for formalities.” The woman smiled before closing the door behind her.

“Ready?” Betty asked walking over to Jughead  who was in no hurry to get ready for the dance.

“Yeah.” He sighed before standing up.

“You,” FP said pointing at his son, “Be a gentleman.”

“He always is, Mr. Jones.” Betty said with a smile, she still seemed nervous around FP.

“Betty, Take some pictures, I wanna see how cute you two looked.” Y/N smiled before hugging Jughead. “Have fun.”

“Yes Mi-, Y/N.” Betty smiled before the duo walked out.

“They are kinda cute together.” Y/N smiled before sitting down next to FP again.

“You think everyone and everything is cute.” He laughed warping an arm around her shoulder, letting her cuddle in to his side.

“Well mostly everything and everyone is cute. World is a beautiful place, Mr. Jones.” She said making him chuckle.

“You and I are from different worlds then, baby girl.”


A couple of hours have passed and the couple has just finished dinner and went to lie down in their bed.

“Juggie was right.” He said, “I’m unbelievably lucky.”

“You are.” She nodded, drawing small circles on his chest with her finger as she lied beside him, his arm around her. “You managed to fix your relationship with your son, you got a job, working with your best friend, you stopped drinking …” She talked, smiling about how much he has changed.

“That’s not what I meant.” He shook his head.

“What did you mean then?” She asked looking up at him.

“You. I’m unbelievably lucky to have you by my side. And none of those things would of happened without you.”

“FP…” She was speechless, she loved him, with all of her heart and nothing could change that.

“I know, baby girl. I know.” FP pulled her up in to a kiss. She didn’t need to say anything. He saw it in her eyes. He knew she loved him and would stay by his side no matter what.

She climbed on top of him, each of her legs on ether side of his lap, not breaking the kiss as he ran his hands up her thighs, lifting up the flannel she was wearing before deciding to just rip it open.

“I’m one lucky bastard.” He said to himself as he saw her in wearing matching set of black lace panties and bra.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure it’s the other way around.” She whispered leaning down to kiss his neck while her hand made its way in to his boxers, gently grabbing his already hard member.

“Baby-” He was cut of by the front door opening in in matter of seconds there were cops standing all around them.

“What the fuck?” Y/N screamed, jumping off of him, pulling one of his flannels she was wearing closer to her body, trying to cover herself up.

“Mr. Jones, you’re under arrest for the murder of Jason Blossom. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in the court of law.” The sheriff said as two of the cops walked towards the duo on the bed.

“What? He didn’t kill anyone!” Y/N said panic in her voice.

“Ma'am, we’ll have to ask you to get out the way.’‘  The female officer said, grabbing her hand and keeping her in place.

’'Hey, hey! I’m going.  Don’t touch her!” FP almost growled at the officers before standing up and pulling on a pair of jeans and a flannel. “It’s gonna be okay, baby girl.” He said as they cuffed him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” The girl said trough the tears before collapsing on the floor, feeling helpless.


“Dad?!” Jughead entered the trailer looking around for his dad. He heard that he was arrested but couldn’t believe it. He was sure it was all a lie and that he was just sleeping in at home.

“Dad!” He tried again walking in to his dad’s bedroom only to find Y/N on the floor. “Y/N?” He ran to her and shook her.

“Jughead?” The girl opened her eyes, realizing she must of fallen asleep while crying after they have arrested FP.

“Where’s FP?”

“Juggie…” She took a deep breath trying to think about what she will say. “Cops came last night, they arrested him for murder of Jason Blossom.” She said, taking the boys hand in hers.

“No-” The boy’s voice broke.

“I’m sorry Juggie.” She got on her knees and hugged the boy in front of her. “He will get out.” She said as the boy started crying in to her shoulder. “He’s not guilty. They can’t punish him for something he didn’t do.” She rubbed his back as he just held on to her like a little boy would hold on to her mommy after being scared by thunder. “I’m right here, Juggie. We’ll get trough this. Together. Okay?” She pulled away, cupping the boy’s face in her soft hands, trying to hide the fact that she herself was shaking. “I’m here. You have me. Okay?”

“Okay.” He nodded trying to stop crying.

“Go get yourself a glass of water from the kitchen and I’ll get ready and we’ll go to the police station and see what the situation is. Alright?” The girl said standing up from the ground.

“Yeah.” Jughead nodded and walked to the kitchen.


“Ready?” Y/N asked walking out of the bathroom now full face of make up, making it impossible  to tell she spent the whole night crying.

“Yeah.” He said looking up at the girl who was now wearing a simple black t shirt and light blue skinny jeans paired off with some black combat boots.

“Let’s go then.” She said walking out of the trailer and to her car, with Jughead right behind her.


“We’re here to see FP Jones.” Y/N said calmly when they walked in to the police station.

“You can’t see him right now.” The old man sitting behind the desk said in a bored tone.

“Why the hel-” Jughead started but Y/N cut him off by squeezing his shoulder and saying. “May we ask why?”

“He’s being interrogated.”  

“Can we see him after?”



After sitting in the waiting room of the police station for two hours Jughead finally looked up and saw his father walk out of one of the interrogation rooms. “Dad!” He stood up and tried to walk over to him but was stopped by one of the cops pushing him back.

“FP…” Y/N whispered, it physically hurt her to see him like this. It took everything she had not to cry.

“You can see him now.” The police officer from before said. “But only one at the time.”

“You go Juggie, I’ll wait.” The girl said.

“Thank you.” Jughead hugged her before walking in to the room where FP was lead to.


“He confessed.” Jughead said, when he came out and walked back to Y/N. “He did it.” His face was a mixture of anger, confusion, sadness and god knows what else.

“What?” Y/N couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“He’s who everyone thought he was, a murderer.”


“Betty is picking me up. I have to go.’'  The boy walked out before she could say anything else.

’'You can go in now.” The officer said to her and she nodded before walking in the direction from where Jughead just came.

“FP!” She let out a cry when she saw the man she loved behind prison bars.

“Baby girl.” He quickly stood up and walked to the bars, reaching out to grab her hand.

“What’s going on, FP?” She asked, overwhelmed with everything.

“I had to confess, princess. I’m sorry.” He said, his eyes full of sadness.

“But you didn’t do it!” She said, trying to convince herself.

“I had to. I’m so sorry.” He said reaching up to cup her face, whipping away the tear that escaped her eye.

“You didn’t do it!”

“I love you.” He said, knowing nothing else he could say would mean anything. “Take care of Juggie.”

“No! You’re not doing this!” She shook her head, her voice quiet. “You’re not saying goodbye. You’ll get out. We’ll be together.”

“I’m sorry, baby girl.” He said again before pulling her close and kissing her, the prison bars bleary allowing their lips to touch.

“I love you too, no matter what.” She said quietly just as one of the officers walked in.

“Ma'am, the visit hours are over.”

“Yeah.” She pressed one more kiss to FP’s lips before walking out.


A couple of days have passed and Jughead moved in with Y/N in FP’s trailer. She had became a mixture of a mother figure and a friend to him.

“Y/N? Can I get some advice?” Jughead walked up to her one while she was cooking them something to eat.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Mine and Betty’s 3 month anniversary is coming out and she is making every monthly anniversary kinda a big deal.” He started to explain.

“I can’t decide if that's  cute or weird.” She chuckled  giving him her full attention.

“It’s both. Anyway I was thinking of getting her a present but i don’t know what to get her.”

“Okay, what kind of present are you thinking?”

“I have no idea.”

“How about some roses and chocolates and you can write her a love letter kind of thing to make it a bit less basic?” She suggested.

“That sounds a good idea. Thanks!”


“Imma be a bit late tonight, I have somethings to take care of at work. Be safe.” Y/N called out before grabbing her keys and walking out.

“Sure.” Jughead said from the couch, looking down at his notebook with Betty sitting on the opposite end of the couch reading something.


“Hey, i’m hom-” Y/N cut herself off the second she entered the trailer only to find Betty in her bra on the kitchen counter and Jughead standing in between her legs, groping and kissing her. “For fucks sake! We make food there!!” She said hardly holding back a laugh.

“Y/N!? Fuck, I thought you’ll be working late.” Jughead said jumping away from Betty who quickly pulled her shirt back over her head.

“It is late,  Forsythe!” She said using his actual name.

“I’m sorry.” Betty started to apologize  but Y/N just lifted her hand, stopping her.

“Hey it’s fine. God knows you’re not the first couple doing that there. Just clean up after yourself.” The older girl laughed before walking towards her and FP’s room.

“Wait does that mean you and- Eww.” Jughead gagged jumping away from the counter.

“Clean up after yourself, Jones!” She said laughing, leaving the two blushing teenagers behind her.


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Proud - Noah Centineo x Reader

Warnings: fluffy, drabble

“Noah, (Y/n)’s here!” His mom yelled letting you in.

A couple seconds later, Noah emerged in the living room coming from the garden and he couldn’t avoid a smile when he saw you standing there holding your bag.

“Baby! I’m sorry I couldn’t’ve pick you at the airport. I don’t know what happened to me, I slept the whole day.”

“Don’t you worry, honey. I called the uber.”

“Aren’t you mad at me?” He asked staring at you with puppy eyes.

“Why would I? You’re tired and I totally get that. That’s okay. I know that you need to take some rest.” You said, jumping to finally hug him.

“Did you watched my movies?” He asked and you could feel the nervousness in his voice.

“Yes! Yes! And I’m so proud of you! I can’t explain how much I am! I freaked out watching the both movies and I just can’t choose a favorite one. You were so gorgeous! And those outfits… Oh my God!” You laughed loudly.

“Knowing that you liked it makes me feel so fucking happy.” Noah smiled, starting to kiss you.

“You’re making me prouder every day more. I’ll never be able to say how proud I am.” You repeated, seeing the smile on his face getting bigger. “There’s only this annoying problem.”

“What problem?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Chicks all around the world are getting crazy and totally in love with you and it’s killing me. I don’t wanna share you with millions of different girls. ”

“You won’t need to share me and you know that. I’m totally yours and you’re mine. We belong to each other and no one will change this.”

“Did I say today that you are the most precious thing that happened in my entire life?”

“It’s funny, I guess you read my mind because it’s exactly what I was thinking about you.” He blinked sudectively.

Dear Winged Demon,

My storytelling style/ subject matter is, like all writers, the hodgepodge end result of consumed media, internalized facts, my specific upbringing, my current lifestyle, and general aesthetic preferences. I could (and have) list fiction that clearly belongs in the pedigree of my writing, but such answers will always be incredibly incomplete — like an alien asking what Earth is like and being provided a photo of a ferret. The ferret’s true, but it doesn’t really prepare you for the billions of other truths.

Instead I’m going to answer this time with a nonfiction book that influenced my writing hugely: Donald Maass’s THE CAREER NOVELIST. I read it long before I was published, back when I was a teen, when I also voraciously downed copies of Writers Digest and read each year’s WRITERS MARKETs from cover to cover. THE CAREER NOVELIST was one of the first (and only) books I read that treated art as a business without implying that such an attitude was a compromise or a betrayal of what art stood for. Moreover, it didn’t wring its hands or whine about how difficult it was to get published and stay published. Maass merely wrote about what he felt it took to translate your artistic vision into something salable, and what it took to keep being salable. He wasn’t emotional about it. It was just business.

I loved it.

I never needed to be told it would be easy to be a career novelist (in fact it would have put me off). I never even really needed to be told it would possible; there were novels in stores, of course it was possible, someone was obviously writing them and getting paid for it. I didn’t need to be told it was going to be okay and I didn’t need someone to tell me how to protect my artistic baby when it went out in the world.

I simply wanted to know how to make a career out of painting with words and making stories. I didn’t need to be told it was okay to be a writer and not to give up. That wasn’t in danger. What I wanted was hard-headed business advice about selling stuff that just happened to be soft-hearted art. This book was the first one I’d read that felt like it hit that mark

To this day, I remember a piece of advice I read in this book, years and years before I got published: don’t quit your day job until you have five books in print, no matter how good that first deal might seem. Maass urged new writers to remember that publishing is peaks and valleys — don’t fly too close to the sun. No matter what level you’re at in any creative profession, it’s wise advice.

THE CAREER NOVELIST is quite old by now and I haven’t read it in a long time, so I’m not sure how well the details hold up to publishing nowadays — it was written, for instance, long before eBooks or social media became important. But I fondly keep copy of it on my shelf. A lot of pieces joined together to make my career what it is today, but that is one of the biggest and oldest of them.



☔️Status: Zara Larsson☔️

We are a secret can’t be exposed.🙇 (Nós somos um segredo, não podemos ser expostos)

My asylum is in your arms.⚠️(Meu refúgio é em seus braços.)

I just need you near.🆙 (Eu só preciso de você por perto.)

Baby, I insist, please don’t blame me for what ever happens next.😌(Amor, eu insisto, por favor, não me culpe pelo que acontecer.)

It’s not official, so take your time with it.📌(Não é nada oficial, então aproveite o tempo que quiser)

Know I got it, babe.✨(Sabe que estou no controle, querido)

My love ain’t running out.💗 (Meu amor não vai acabar.)

I used to be so happy, but without you here I feel so low.😔(Eu costumava ser tão feliz, mas sem você aqui eu me sinto tão triste.)

I’ll never forget you.☔️(Eu nunca te esquecerei.)

Do you think I’ll ever take you off my mind? ✋(Do you think I’ll ever take you off my mind)

From the day that I met you, i knew that I would love you till the day I die.😓(Desde o dia em que te conheci, eu sabia que iria te amar até o dia que eu morrer.)

I live my day as if it was the last.💓(Eu vivo o meu dia como se fosse o último)

So I gave it up.🔚(Então eu desisti)

Go on and go there.😉(Vá em frente, vá até o fim.)

She doesn’t love you like I do.❌(Ela não te ama como eu amo)

Are you happy?💤(Você esta feliz?)

Let’s close our eyes, and let the moment shut the whole world out.💓(Vamos fechar os olhos, e deixar que o momento dure mais um pouco.)

We’re in this forever.👫(Nós estamos nessa para sempre.)

Friends turn to foes I don’t know who to trust.🔮(Amigos viraram inimigos, eu não sei em quem confiar.)

‘Cause I’ve a weak heart, baby. (Porque eu tenho um coração fraco, baby)

When bright love turns into hate.👺(Quando o amor se transforma em ódio brilhante.)

I’m a villain and a beast.👽(Eu sou um vilão e uma besta)

Cause I’m not exactly who you think I am.🚮(Porque eu não sou exatamente quem você pensa que eu sou.)

Cause what’s done is done.🎠(Porque o que está feito está feito.)

Cause everbody has a dark side.🙂(Por que todo mundo tem um lado escuro.)

I don’t wanna waste your time, or piss you of. 👣(Eu não quero desperdiçar seu tempo ou te irritar.)

We could be happy.💔(Nós poderíamos ser felizes.)

I just can’t take my mind of you.💭(Eu simplesmente não posso tirar você da minha mente.)

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“Why doesn’t he care?” 9.5

Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst

Format: Text Post

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Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Y/N’s p.o.v

“I’m sorry I don’t think I heard you correctly, did you say that I was pregnant?” I asked half joking.

“You heard me correctly, you’re pregnant. Congratulations, you’re going to be a mother.” she said smiling at me. But me on the other hand couldn’t believe this right now, there was actually a little human growing inside my belly? I smiled at the thought of that, I smiled the first time in a long time “I’m going to arrange for you to have an ultrasound now to see how the fetus is doing and to see how far along you are in the pregnancy. But by the looks of it you should be quite early on since I don’t even see a tummy yet.” she chuckled “Also, looking at the results from your blood test, I don’t see anything wrong so you look healthy which is great especially with carrying a baby.”

“Thank you so much.” I say before walking off following the nurse into another room. I got an ultrasound and saw how the baby was the size of a bean, not going to lie - it took me ages to figure out where it was even though the doctor was pointing directly at it. I got a scan printed and headed home.

When I got back, that’s when it hit me. I was 6 weeks along in my pregnancy, I was beyond happy but at the same time I was completely flustered and not only that but I was scared. How was I going to tell Taehyung? Do I even tell him at all? I know that it’s the right thing for me to do, he deserves to know and I don’t want the baby to grow up without a father, but what if I told him and I have a repeat of what happened, what if I was left alone again? Or what if he doesn’t want the baby? So many questions ran through my mind and it made me increasingly paranoid. I was terrified and had no idea what to do. I had no one to rely on, no one at all - I was alone. Why is it when I need Taehyung the most, that he’s not around? What do I do now?

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Yes yes~ I’ll make it super angsty. 

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BTS: Reaction to cheating on you and breaking up with you. You move on and they try to get you back. But they can’t have you back because… (aka the longest title in history)

♥Jin: What was wrong with him? How could he do such an awful thing to the most beautiful, genuinely sweet person in the world? He betrayed the definition of perfect. How could he ever convince you to come back to him? After a long hard day of work and overthinking, he headed to the apartment you shared many memories in. The same “Welcome” mat was in front of the door, and he almost immediately cried. He thought of all the times he’s tripped over that thing, and the times you’d cutely stomp your wet shoes on it before walking inside.

He had the balls to knock on that door. He tapped his foot as he counted the seconds it took for the door to be answered. Staring at the ground he thought of running, but it was too late when he saw light in front of him. He lifted his head and went to speak, but there he saw a shirtless man, running his fingers through his hair.

“Babe? Who is it?” Your voice sounded from the kitchen. Jin’s heart shattered to pieces. 

“Uhmm… Just tell her this is for her.” Jin said in a soft voice before lifelessly blowing a kiss. He then turned and walked away.

Originally posted by bangtan

♥Yoongi: He knew he messed up. He knew from the start that it was a bad idea. But he was possessed by another woman, and intoxicated. It’s been months since he’s seen you and with each passing minute he felt himself breaking apart from the inside out. He needed you, he craved your sweet sweet smiles and kisses. He knew how you’d react, he knew he’d only get pushed away but he had to try. He missed you, and he still loved you.

He walked up to your front door, but there was a vacant sign. He went on a crazy hunt for you, asking all your friends and parents what couldn’t happened to you. But all they did was give him dirty looks. 

“Why don’t you check the bone-yard? You filthy dog.” Your father responded to him. But what Yoongi didn’t understand was, the truth in that statement. His last destination, the graveyard, is where he fell to pieces. A tombstone that had your name was the last thing he expected. You were killed in an accident. Yoongi felt as if he truly did betray you. If he didn’t leave you, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Or maybe you both would’ve gotten killed and he’d still be happily with you wherever you ended up. 

Hey laid next to your grave and cried silently, occasionally letting out whimpers and slowly falling into a deep sleep.  

Originally posted by tahyns

♥Namjoon: It all started with that party. He remembered clearly, the words you spoke to him before he left. “Be careful Joonie~ Don’t drink too much. Call me when you need to pick me up. And no other girls ok?” Your voice was so sweet, how could he promise you he’d stay loyal to your words, but break it so easily? He met a tall, blonde girl at the party. Nice legs, nice breasts, how could he resist? After that night, it slowly became more than just sex. And he told you about it. He felt so right but so wrong. And after a month of not seeing you, he realized he seriously fucked up.

He was in deep emotional shit. Staring at his lifeless self in the mirror. Scruff outlining his face and the scent of alcohol lingering in the air. He felt petite arms wrap around him and he felt angry. It was her fault that he left the most wonderful woman in the world. He threw her arms off him and ran outside. White t-shirt, red boxers, and no cares in the world. He wanted you back.

He drove to your house, crying and thinking of what to say. His mind was scrambled. He got to your house, and eyed you as you pulled fresh oranges out of the orange tree you raised together since you were kids. He smiled big, but his smile completely went away when he saw a man come up behind you and hug you tight. He was squeezing you and spinning you, and you were genuinely laughing. You moved on. His heart broke into the tiniest pieces and he watched you for a long time before driving up a mountain, somewhere he went with you all the time to forget the bad things in life.  

Originally posted by jimintensify

 ♥Hoseok: You were his hope. And that’s saying a lot, considering he WAS hope himself. You’ve helped him through so much, the good and the bad, and you never left his side. But he left yours. A 3 month long tour, and he met a girl in Jamaica. God was she beautiful. But no matter how beautiful he thought she was, his mind kept wondering back to you. He loved how happy and bright you were all of the time. How shameless you were, and how you were just yourself all of the time.

His Jamaican girlfriend moved to Seoul to be with him, but he felt wrong about it. As he laid in bed with her arms wrapped around him, he thought of you, sleeping all cute and cuddled up to that teddy bear he bought you when you were sick. He started to smile and noticeably, he started crying. He kissed his girlfriend to try and forget. After a ton of perfect kisses, he made his decision. “I don’t love you.” He told her honestly. He stood up and got dressed. He had to see your beautiful smile even if you just rejected him. He stopped at a store for flowers, where he strangely ran into you. “(Y/n)…” He whispered and grabbed your hands, tearing up. “Baby it’s me-it’s Hobi-” He was cut off when a man wrapped his arm around your neck. 

“Is this guy bothering you darling?” The man spoke to you in such a way that made Hoseok want to strangle him. Of course, he wouldn’t go to such measures.

“No, I think he’s just confused…” You gave Hoseok a sympathetic look, but you couldn’t forget what he did to you. So you shook his hands off and wrapped your arm around your boyfriends torso. “Let’s go.” You walked off with him, not even caring to glance back. You left Hoseok there, wrecked as if he’d just been hit by lightening. 

Originally posted by hobiswife

♥Jimin: It’s like he was being haunted. Every time he slept, or had sex with his girlfriend, or ate a meal… anything he did, he thought of you. He thought he was over you. So he decided to go to see you. He wanted to tell you how he felt, and that he wanted you to get out of his head. But the second he saw your gorgeous face, he started remember. He was so, helplessly in love. “Oh, Jimin? Do you need something?” The way you spoke to him as if nothing happened between you hurt him so much. 

“(Y/n) do you hate me?” He asked, his voice cracking. You just smiled in response.

“You know I don’t hate anyone. I… I hate what you did. But, Jimin I’m over it. We just weren’t meant to be is all.” You said while putting potted flowers on shelves in your flower shop that you once owned together. He panicked as you spoke. You were over him?? 

“No, (Y/n) I still love-” He was cut off by the bell, letting you know a customer entered the building. 

“Oh~ Hi baby!” You said with the cutest tone that drove Jimin crazy. Only this time, the crazy it drove him was negative. He saw you run into the arms of a guy he’s never seen before. He was so heart broken.

“I’ll leave…” He said quietly, in his deep accented voice before storming out of the building. 

Originally posted by mintsugakookies

♥Taehyung: He tapped his pencil against his lined paper gently, getting more furious as time passed by. He was writing out a list. he was hoping that writing out a list of all the bad things you’ve done to him would help him forget about you so he could go along with his new girlfriend. He couldn’t think of a single thing. All he thought of was positives. The time you picked him up from dance practice with Boba tea, and all the times you stood backstage just to hear the same songs over and over again, all for him. Every sound you made, every step you took. Every time your soft lips touched his own.

He started melting into his thoughts, and he laid his head on his paper that had a single word on it, “(Y/n).” He started chuckling every time he thought of a cute memory. His eyes filled with tears, and soon his paper was soaked. He could no longer write on it. He grabbed his phone and chewed on his lip roughly. He stared at your contact, which still had that cursed picture of you two kissing. He hesitantly but surely clicked the call button. 

Ring… ring… rin- “Hello? Taehyungie?” You answered the phone in a tired. voice.

“(Y/n)… I uh, I know it’s late… But I wanted to talk to you…” He mumbled.

“Yeah sure, hold on just a sec. Hey baby, I’ll be right there let me just take this call.” You spoke away from the phone, but Taehyung clearly heard you. His breath hitched and he thought he lost himself for a moment. 

“Baby?” He carefully asked.

“Yeah, I’m going out tonight for my 2 month with my boyfriend. Anyway, what was it that you needed?” You asked through the phone. He couldn’t answer. He quickly hung up the phone and started to slowly hyperventilate. How could this happen to him? He officially lost the best thing that has ever happened to him…

Originally posted by mvssmedia

♥Jungkook: He was paralyzed. Standing in front of a woman he thought he loved, and holding her hands, his voice caught in his throat. The audience waited a whole minute before his wife-to-be cleared her throat at him. He refocused, and immediately said, “I can’t marry you.” He let go of her hands. He knew the real love of his life was probably laying on her couch, watching some sad movie like she did the past 2 months after the breakup.

He knew he cheated, he knew he did wrong but he needed to get you back, he was determined. He walked into your work, remembering your exact days and hours. As he stood in front of your office door, his soul left his body. There was a table set up with pictures and notes. Flowers even. His voice became uneven and he asked one of your coworkers where you were.

“You didn’t know? Well she… she died a few weeks ago. I heard it was suicide but I’m not too sure.” She said nonchalantly and shrugged. She then continued on her day, not caring about the boy who was having a practical mental breakdown in the office. He cried in front of the table, staring at a specific picture of you and him. He couldn’t believe that picture even still existed. 

“Gone…” He whispered to himself over and over again as he slowly realized that he truly lost you for good. He let his world slip right through his fingers. When he went home that night, he sat in front of a candle in the middle of his room, that being the only light source he got. It was your favorite scent. “I’m sorry (Y/n)… I’ll see you soon.” And a trigger was pulled.

Originally posted by jjks

a non-exhaustive list of things that destroyed me in The Summer Palace (SPOILERS!!):

- Damen taking a moment just to look at Laurent before Laurent knows he’s there and feeling silly-nervous about seeing him again UGH

- the revelation that Damen’s ‘IT’S JUST A FLESH WOUND’ bullshit really was just bullshit and that stab wound kind of nearly killed him, like goddamnit Damen you are the worst narrator ever, I stopped worrying about the stab wound because you were just like ‘teehee, Laurent will HAVE to be nice to me while I’m recovering from being Mildly Stabbed :D’



- ‘there was delight in seeing Laurent explore himself, a young man who was sweet, teasing, at times unexpectedly earnest. Having made the decision to let Damen in, Laurent had not gone back on it. When the walls went up, it was with Damen inside them.’ can I gift CS Pacat a bouquet of roses/my undying gratitude/the deeds to my house/my firstborn/etc just for this line ALONE, I could actually cry

- Laurent pledging his love and loyalty for Damen to the statue of Damen’s mother, like how fucking Pure and Beautiful is that, and THEN saying they should visit Auguste’s statue/grave at Arles UUGGHHHHHHHHHH


- was there literally any part of the bath scene that didn’t kill me

- such a complete and utter reversal of the original bath scene in book 1

- Laurent attending Damen, doing everything he’s told, being more gentle than Damen ever thought he could be, tenderly washing the scars on Damen’s back, ‘healing something he hadn’t known needed to be healed’ HONESTLY JUST FUCK ME UP

- ‘You didn’t know how afraid I was of you?’

‘Of me? Or of yourself?’

‘Of what was happening between us.’ SCREAM


- Laurent is learning wrestling!! from! Nikandros!!!!! I hope that is one of the forthcoming short stories I really do

- ‘‘The truth is you’re very sweet, aren’t you,’ said Damen’ SOBS

- they just walk around naked for a while??? amazing

- I’m not even going into the SWEET SCHMOOPY LOVEMAKING, like don’t even get me started


- someone knocking on the door when they are immediately post-coitus and Damen being like oH HERE WE GO because he knows exactly what Laurent is going to do 

- Damen’s retinue FINALLY showing up at the end, like how fucking far behind did he leave them, he and Laurent accomplished quite a bit in the time it took them to catch up

- it was perfect

- and I am dead

EXO / Their child gets sick

REQUEST: Exo reaction to comforting their wife after their child gets sick and has to go to the hospital ?

Thank you for this request, hope you enjoy! ❤️


Originally posted by chxerries

Seeing his daughter’s small, fragile body being carried on the stretcher by two paramedics as they hurried to get her into their ambulance to take her to the hospital, broke his heart. But what completely destroyed him, was the way you tried your best to stay strong, but tears still fell down your cheeks, as if completely ignoring your every attempt not to break down.

“Y/n,” Minseok whispered to you, pain prominent in his eyes. “She’ll be okay. She’ll get better.”

“She’s our baby, Minseok,” you said quietly. “I can’t stand to watch her hurt.”

“I know,” he nodded, placing a hand on your waist and guiding you towards the ambulance once the paramedics waved you both to come. “She’s strong, though, Y/n. She’ll be okay. She has to be.”

He allowed you to enter the ambulance first and then climbed in after you, moving away from the door so the paramedic could close it before the car sped off towards the hospital.

“You two are the first father in an ambulance this year,” one of the paramedics told Minseok. “Usually, they’re the ones who stay home while mothers accompany their children.”

“I’m not leaving either one of them,” Minseok said, taking one of your hands in his, and carefully taking his daughter’s tiny wrist into his other hand. “They’re the most important people in the world to me. I have to make sure they’re both okay.”


Originally posted by princewangeun

You were at work when Junmyeon called you, panicking and telling you that your son was having trouble breathing. You could hear wheezing sounds in the background and almost screamed at Junmyeon to call the ambulance. You left work without giving a warning, but you knew your colleagues had your back.

On top of not being there when your child got sick, you also got stuck in traffic on your way to the hospital. Using your headset, you quickly called Junmyeon to check what was happening.

“Babe? Where are you?” he answered on the first ring.

“I’m stuck in traffic, about ten kilometers away from the hospital. How is he? What’s going on?” you asked in a clearly panicked voice.

“You need to calm down, Y/n, you’re behind the wheel. We don’t want anything to happen to you, too” Junmyeon told you. “And our son is stable. The doctors put an oxygen mask on him, and I admit it looks like it’s serious, but he fell asleep just a few minutes ago. He’s—”

Junmyeon stopped talked when he heard you gasp loudly

“An o-oxygen mask?” you asked, feeling tears fall form in your eyes. “Why does he need an oxygen mask? What happened to my baby?”

“Y/n, babe, calm down. Everything is going to be okay,” Junmyeon said in a soothing tone. “The doctors said they won’t keep him in the hospital for very long. They just need to run some tests to figure out what happened. They’re saying he might have choked on something, so technically, it’s my fault for not looking after him enough.”

“No, it’s not,” you disagreed. “I wasn’t there with him. It’s my fault.”

“No,” Junmyeon said. “Don’t say that. You had work and we didn’t know this was going to happen. Just take a deep breath, yeah? We’re just waiting for you to get here and then we’re all going to be okay.”


Originally posted by yixingsosweet

Yixing’s entire heart belonged to you and your newborn son, who, albeit only one month old, already had Yixing’s dimples. Which is why Yixing was in so much pain as he watched you try to calm your son down because he wouldn’t stop crying.

“Maybe we should take him to the hospital,” Yixing suggested. “I’ve read about baby colic somewhere.”

Panicking, you turned to look at him. “What is that? Is it deadly?”

“No, baby,” Yixing shook his head, coming closer to comfort you, while you comforted his son. “It’s just crying episodes. I mean, some of them are accompanied by high temperature or other—”

“Yixing, oh my God! His temperature is a little higher than usual,” you said, tears already forming in your eyes. “I just thought it was because he’s basically been crying non-stop these past few days.”

Yixing nodded carefully, as he tried to remain calm for the sake of you and his already screaming child. “I’ll call the ambulance, okay? They’ll know what to do.”

“What if they say something’s wrong?” you asked with fear in your eyes. “Like, something’s seriously wrong.”

“They won’t,” Yixing shook his head, getting his phone out of his pocket but not moving away from you because he knew you needed him right now. “And if they do say that something’s wrong, we’ll get through it. We’re strong. Aren’t we?”

He was now talking to his son who seemingly stopped crying as soon as Yixing addressed him, but then started screaming again when he started to dial 911.

While he talked to the paramedics – who suspected that it really might be colic since they heard your son’s cries in the background – you still tried to get your son to stop crying before you started to cry as well.

“They’ll be right here,” Yixing told you after he hung up. “They told us not to worry. This tends to happen to infants. It’s nothing scary, yeah? We’ll get through this. It’ll soon be over. Why don’t you relax for a moment and let me hold him?”

“I can’t relax,” you shook your head, cradling your son closer to you. “Something’s wrong with my baby, Y-Yixing.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he disagreed, carefully taking the child from your hands and into his, but still not releasing his grip on your waist, either, so he was now holding you both. “Look, he’s already calming down, isn’t he? Everything is going to be okay. I’m right here and I’ll make sure everything’s okay.”


Originally posted by yixingsosweet

You were crying when your daughter was taken to the hospital. Baekhyun had tears in his eyes, too, but he tried to hold himself together in order to be there for you. However, it was just as hard for him.

“We’ll get through this,” he told you repeatedly, while you waited for the doctors to finish running tests on your daughter. “I promise, Y/n.”

You nodded, allowing him to wrap his arms around you, and clinging to his words, praying that they were true.

Once they brought your daughter back to her room, she looked sick and exhausted. The doctors told you to wait a few hours for the results but assured you that it was nothing serious.

“Oh, darling,” you sighed, holding your daughter’s hand while she tried to muster a reassuring smile.

“I’m okay, mom,” she said in a quiet, weary voice.

You almost laughed at this. “You’re just like your dad.”

Baekhyun smiled as he approached you, placing one of his hands on your back and another one on your hand that was holding your daughter’s hand.

“I told your mom that we were all going to be okay,” Baekhyun explained to your daughter.

“I can see tears in your eyes, too, dad,” she replied, struggling to stay awake.

Baekhyun gasped dramatically. “My own daughter turning against me!”

She smiled weakly at this.

“Sleep, baby,” Baekhyun told her, then. “We’ll be right here when you wake up, okay?”

Your daughter just nodded before finally losing her fight against sleep.

Baekhyun smiled at this, turning to look at you at the same time that you turned to look at him. He squeezed your hand, wordlessly letting you know that he was right – everything was going to work out for the better. You gave him a small nod, agreeing that everyone would be okay, as long as all of you stayed together.


Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Jongdae rushed home as fast as he could when you called to tell him that your son was sick. He heard panic in your voice and although you tried to assure him that it probably was nothing serious, he still freaked out and loudly barged into your house, ready to call out for you, but you appeared from the living room with a finger pressed to your lips.

“He just fell asleep,” you whispered. “Please be quiet.”

“What happened?” Jongdae asked, trying to stay quiet but finding it difficult because of his racing heart.

“I don’t know,” you said, sighing deeply. “He just has a really high temperature. I called his doctor about it and she told me to give him some medicine and if the temperature doesn’t go away in the next hour, she said we should take him to the hospital.”

Jongdae saw tears in your eyes when you said the last words, and he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you.

“Let’s not think about that right now, okay?” he said as your hands found their way around his waist. “Let’s just hope he gets better by staying home.”

You sniffled against his chest. “I’m just s-so scared to do something wrong. To make it worse for him.”

“Shh, baby, you’re doing a fantastic job,” he caressed your back. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t get here earlier.”

“You’re here now,” you said.

“I’m here now,” he confirmed. “And we’ll get through this together, okay? Come on, let’s get you a glass of water and wait for him to wake up.”


Originally posted by ohhsenshine

This wasn’t the first time your daughter got sick. And that was exactly the problem. She spent the majority of this month coughing, sneezing, and having a fever that ensured she stayed home from kindergarten.

One of the days when she was especially sick and had to stay in bed the whole day, Chanyeol had a free day, and you took some time off work so you could take care of your daughter, too. All three of you were in your and Chanyeol’s bedroom, under three blankets because your daughter was cold – although you and Chanyeol were sweating – watching cartoons on the TV.

Your daughter had had an especially strong coughing fit just a few minutes ago, and you could see that she was absolutely exhausted by it and was about to fall asleep.

“Would you like to take a nap, baby?” you asked her quietly.

Already unable to get her eyes to open again, she just nodded simply. Chanyeol grabbed the TV remote, shutting the TV off immediately. He glanced at you then, and after seeing you get out of bed to let your daughter sleep calmly, he climbed out of bed, too.

The two of you left your bedroom, carefully closing the door, and then stopped in the hallway, not quite sure what to do next. Taking care of your sick daughter was the only thing in both of your agendas and now that she was sleeping, you suddenly had nothing to occupy yourselves with.

“Do you think we should take her to the hospital?” you asked after a moment of silence.

“I’m not going to lie, the way she started to cough just a few minutes ago seriously scared me,” Chanyeol admitted. “But I don’t think we should worry yet. She seems better now. Maybe we’ll just call her doctor and see what she says.”

“The doctor doesn’t know what to do, either,” you told him, crossing your arms over your chest so your hands would stop shaking. “She agrees that it’s not normal for children to get sick that often but she says maybe she’ll grow out of it. She’s basically letting our daughter suffer.”

Chanyeol bit his lip, watching you for a few seconds. “Hey, we have a fighter for a daughter, okay? She’s not going to give up without a fight. She’ll get better.”

You shook your head. “We don’t know that. We don’t know what’s happening to her.”

“Whatever it is,” Chanyeol said, trying to appear confident about this in front of you, even though he was just as worried, if not more. “She will manage to pull through it. I’m sure of that. She’s our child, after all.”


Originally posted by glorious-soobooty

The doctors weren’t sure why your daughter had a fever despite not having any other symptoms of the flu or any other illness, and you were slowly started to lose your mind. Kyungsoo could see that you were seconds away from calling each doctor that talked to you incompetent and then filing a lawsuit against the entire hospital.

“How can they not know what’s wrong with her?” you asked Kyungsoo, unable to hold the glass of water that he brought you because your hands were shaking too much.

“I don’t know, babe,” he sighed, sitting next to you in the waiting room outside of your daughter’s hospital room, where doctors were still trying to do tests on her. “Maybe it’s nothing serious.”

“She wouldn’t have a fever if it was nothing serious,” you said. “And what if it gets worse before they’re able to figure out what’s wrong?”

“It won’t,” Kyungsoo said matter-of-factly, as he hugged your shoulders, bringing your body closer to his. “It’s just taking a little time, that’s all. I’m sure the doctors are doing everything they can and if it does get worse – they’ll be there to make it better again.”

You exhaled shakily. “I’m just afraid. I’ve never seen her so weak before. She’s always running around, making new friends, you know? And now all of a sudden, she can barely open her own eyes.”

Kyungsoo felt his heart clench in pain inside of his chest.

“I know,” he said quietly, feeling the tears form in his eyes. “It hurts me to see her like this, too. But she’ll get better. We’ll be there for her to shower her with our love and she’ll be healthy again before we even realize. Trust me.”


Originally posted by kaimilky

He was the one who had a meltdown when his newborn son randomly stopped breathing while sleeping. He called your name immediately and although it took you just a few seconds to get to the nursery, your son was already starting to turn blue.

Thankfully, Jongin had already called the ambulance and you both could hear sirens in the distance. Carefully, taking your son out of his crib, you prepared to perform infant CPR that you’ve learned in class for future parents, but your hands were shaking too much.

Jongin quickly noticed this and carefully took his son from you, but as soon as he did, both of you heard your child take a deep breath and start crying immediately.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, tears already streaming down your face. “What happened to him?”

Breathing heavily, Jongin cradled his son close to him, trying to get him to calm down. “I don’t know.”

“I thought he was dying,” you admitted, while you tried to calm yourself down after you realized that your sobs weren’t helping your son to calm down.

“Me too, Y/n,” Jongin admitted, trying to slow his heart rate down so his son, who was pressed against his chest, would calm down, too. “But he’s okay now. He’s crying. That’s a good sign, right?”

“I don’t k-know,” you said, taking a deep breath. “What if something like that happens again?”

Your son was slowly starting to calm down. His screams were no longer as loud, so Jongin removed one of his hands from his son’s back to bring you closer to him, so the three of you could cuddle while you collectively tried to recover.

“We’ll have the doctors take a look at him,” Jongin said. “But no matter what they say, we’ll be okay. He’s better now, see? He’s clearly a fighter.”

You nodded slowly, watching as your son observed your face instead of crying. You tried to give him an encouraging smile. Noticing the corners of your lips lift, your son rewarded you with a smile as well. It was almost as if nothing happened.

“Look at that smile,” Jongin said, laughing softly. “He’s letting you know that he’s okay.”


Originally posted by khunwufan

Sehun was absolutely lost. He didn’t know what to do when his daughter got sick. Thankfully, you were there to take care of her and take her to the doctor. The doctors told you that it was just the flu and that it’d go away in a couple of days if she stayed home and took cough drops.

But a week later when Sehun was home taking care of her and you were out running errands, he noticed that during a particularly nasty coughing fit, his daughter coughed up blood. With panicked eyes, she turned to look at him, and Sehun tried to keep himself together for the sake of her.

“Don’t worry,” he told her with a small smile. “That might happen sometimes. It’s okay. I’ll call mommy, though, okay?”

Your daughter was old enough to understand that it wasn’t okay if he was going to call you to come home, but she nodded, choosing not to make it harder for him.

You basically ran home as soon as he called you. Once you walked in through the door, he told you that he had already called your daughter’s doctor and informed him of this, and he told you to take your daughter to the hospital.

“The hospital?” you felt your legs start to give in and had to lean against the wall to keep yourself from falling. “Why? Is this bad?”

“No, no,” Sehun said instinctively even though he didn’t actually know anything. “I’m sure it’s just because they have to check up on her.”

“Oh, but it’s the hospital,” you said, still panicking. “If they just had to check up on her, they’d tell us to visit as soon as we could. And she coughed up blood, Sehun! You know that’s not good.”

“She’s scared,” he said. “I told her that it was normal to calm her down.”

“Well, of course, she’s scared!” you said. “I’m scared, too!”

“We all are!” Sehun whisper-yelled, realizing that if the two of you got any louder, your daughter would hear you. “But let’s not start panicking before we know what’s happening, okay? Maybe it’s nothing scary.”

You swallowed slowly and then nodded.

“Good,” Sehun nodded back. “Now let’s go pack up. I’ll try to tell her that we’ll be going to the hospital. Will you be okay?”

“Yeah,” you said.

Sehun sensed the uncertainty in your voice, though. “Come here.”

Breathing shakily, you walked into his embrace, trying to keep yourself together because now was truly not the time to panic. Especially not when your daughter was already scared of what was happening.

“Everything is going to be okay,” Sehun whispered as he held you in his arms. “She might be our little girl but she’s strong. I think we’re probably more scared than she is right now. She’d laugh at us.”

You smiled softly at this. “Yeah, she would.”

“She’ll make sure all three of us are okay.”