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iKON’s Bobby Has Heart-To-Heart With His Dad About Struggles Of Being A Musician
iKON’s Bobby has opened up about his struggles with music to his dad.
On the recent episode of “My Father And Me” on July 28, Bobby has a one-on-one talk with his dad where he says, “I am satisfied with the fact that my single album is coming out.”
He continues, “You can make your name known through an audition show. I won on ‘Show Me the Money’ but good songs need to continue coming out or else it will be the end of me and I will be forgotten.”
Bobby points out, “Some artists do what they do to satisfy themselves, and some people do it to satisfy others. If someone asks me to choose between the two, I want to say that I’m doing this for myself.”
To this, Bobby’s father comments, “I’m proud of him. It makes me proud. Seeing him like this, I feel like he has matured a lot.”
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Request- “27 and 16 with Laurens please? Love your writing!!!”
16- “Get outta my sight!”
27- “What’s going on here?”
Warnings- ANGST if i roll with the idea i have in my head rn, this won’t even be the angstiest part ;)
A/N- (Lol so this is probs gonna be a mutiple part fic and I blame today’s skype call cuz we talked about Laurens a lot and i got Inspired™️)
“He’s doing it! He’s asking for permission!” you said excitedly. Your friend, Martha, looked up at you eagerly.
“Really? How do you know? Did he tell you?” she asked. You sighed and shook your head.
“No, but I have good reason to believe he’s meeting with my father and why else would he be doing it if he wasn’t asking for my hand?” you explained. Martha nodded. A smile stretched across her face, crinkling her eyes.
“When do you think he’ll ask you?” she inquired.
“I don’t know!” you bubbled. “There’s a ball coming up, but I don’t know if he’d want to do something that public.”
“Whatever he does, I’m sure it will be beautiful. John’s a very romantic man.” she confirmed.
You were out for an evening stroll. The sky was a deep blue, but not yet black; a few stars were waking up. You held tightly onto John’s hand and looked up toward the sky, admiring the way you could almost see the curve of the earth.
“God, you’re beautiful.” you heard John say. You looked over to him and smiled.
“You’re pretty good looking too.” you joked. He stopped and turned to look at you, taking both of your hands in his.
“I’m serious.” He leaned his forehead against yours. “Your hair is sparkling in the moonlight, and it’s driving me mad.” he whispered. Your grinned, reached up, and pulled at the black ribbon that was keeping his hair back.
“Now yours is too.” you cooed. John smiled and tilted your chin up to kiss you. You smiled into his lips and squeezed his hands lightly. He pulled away and sighed.
“Y/N I need to tell you something.” John said. Anxiety filled your gut. Whether it was excitement or fear, you couldn’t tell.
“You’re…” he looked down awkwardly. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Nothing compares to the way I feel about you.” he explained, stumbling over his words. You felt your heart sing. “I love you so, so much.” His eyes met yours. They were so full of emotion that it took your breath away. John slowly bent down onto one knee.
“Y/N, will you…will you marry me?”
It took a second to register that you actually had to answer him. He didn’t automatically know your thoughts, though sometimes it felt like he did.
“I..yes! Of course, John!” you stammered quickly. John grinned and in a flash he was on his feet and his lips were against yours. Your lips tingled and your heart raced. Your limbs were going numb and all you could feel was him against you. A million things filled your mind, but the thought of John was the only one that wasn’t fleeting. You held onto him tightly, praying that you would never have to let him go. And soon you wouldn’t.
“My only goal is to make you look beautiful.” Hercules explained as he circled around you.
“It feels like your goal is to make me stand here until my legs give out.” you mumbled. Hercules showed you an angry look and bent down to adjust the pins towards the hem. “Hercules! You don’t have to be so particular!”
Hercules looked scandalized. “I do!” he gasped. “Two of my closest friends are getting married! The dress is the most important part of the wedding! Everyone will be looking at it.” You sighed and let him finish until he was satisfied.
“Laurens won’t be able to keep his hands of you.” he said with a smile.
“Let’s hope.” you smirked back.
“I can’t do this.” you sighed. Martha’s head snapped up at you.
“Get married?” she asked eagerly.
“What? No…well yes and no.”
Martha gave you a look and encouraged you to elaborate.
“I want to marry John, of course I do.” you sat down beside your matron of honor with a huff, “It’s just, this whole ceremony. What if I mess up? Everyone will be looking at me! I could fall or say my vows wrong or drop my bouqet.” You placed your head in your hands and gripped your hair in frustration. Martha’s hand gently rubbed your back.
“It’s going to be okay.” she soothed. “Think about it, Y/N. It’s a few weeks of stress, and then the rest of your life spent with a man like John at your side.” You looked up at her, and she smiled softly. “Isn’t that worth it?”
You thought of John and the idea of spending the rest of your days with him, starting a family with him, having him beside you when you wake up and when you go to sleep.
Your eyes softened. “It’s worth it.”
“I wish we could just be married now.” Your fiancee remarked. He was leaning against a tree with your head in his lap. His fingers were running through and detangling your hair. You closed your eyes in contentedness.
“I know,” you sighed, “but there’s preparation that goes into these things. Only one more week, love.”
He sighed deeply. “I can’t wait.”
You beamed up at him. “Me either.”
“Mrs. Y/N Laurens…” He let a finger trace along your face.
“Sound good?” you taunted.
“It’s great.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it. “It’s all I ever want to here again.”
You stared up at your ceiling. You felt cold and alone in your bed with nothing to do and no one to talk to. The darkness was creeping its way off the walls and into your mind.
You’d told all your friends that you didn’t want to do anything this night. You made sure all the preparations were ready days before. You said that you wanted to enjoy a quiet night by yourself so as to not further aggravate the nerves you were already feeling. You wanted to spend time with your thoughts before morning came and your life changed forever.
Now that you were here, however, you desperately needed a distraction. You sighed and looked out your window. Night had not yet fallen completely, though it was very dark. You sighed and made up your mind.
The night air was chilly, but you didn’t mind. It was nice feeling the breeze brush past your skin. It made you feel alive. You closed your eyes and relished the moment before continuing on your way.
It had gotten supremely dark by the time you reached Martha’s house, but your nerves had already settled quite a bit. You reached a fist up to knock on the door, but realized it may wake her or her neighbors. Instead, you pushed on the door, which was almost was unlocked. However, this time, you were met with resistance. You sighed and searched along the side of the house you’d often stayed in growing up. You knew exactly where they kept a key. Your hand felt a coolness on the underside of one of the panels, and you grasped the key with relief.
The house was eerily quiet when you stepped in. Even the dust was completely settled.
“Martha?” you called out. No response. You walked through the house, quietly approaching her bedroom. The door was open slightly and you heard Martha’s voice drift softly through the air. Before you were able to register what she said, you pushed the door to her bedroom open.
She was on top of him. His hands gripped her bare waist. Their lips were locked in a tight embrace. Her hands ran up his chest slowly. Both their eyes were closed in bliss.
“Wh-what’s going on here?” You already knew the answer but your mind couldn’t form one coherent thought. Martha screamed and fell off John. You were already out of the room.
John’s voice was calling after you, but you couldn’t hear anything but your blood rushing. His hand clasped around your wrist. You turned quickly and slapped him.
“Don’t you ever touch me again!” you shouted. He cupped his face with one hand, the other gripping a sheet around his waist. You moved toward the door, but he was too quick and stood in front of the door. You heard Martha’s footsteps behind you.
“Please, Y/N lemme explain.” His speech was slow and his breath reeked of liquor, but that wasn’t the only reason you were disgusted with him.
“Get out of my sight.” you seethed. You pushed John out of the way and opened the door.
“Y/N please! It’s late you could get hurt alone out there!” John pleaded.
You kept your back to him and Martha. “I already am hurt, Laurens.”
You didn’t dare look back at him.
The air was no longer refreshing; it was suffocating.You wanted to cry, but you couldn’t. You wanted to scream, but no sound came out. You just stared straight ahead, even unaware that you had stopped walking.
“Is there a problem miss?” someone asked. You did not answer. You felt a hand on the small of your back. Half of you screamed to run or kick or punch, but the other half was too tired to care. “Missy, I bet I could wake you up real nice.” he slurred.
Fine. Do it. You thought. See if I care.
His hand went around your waist and-
“What the fuck are you doing?! Get off her!” a voice boomed. You hardly noticed when the man’s hands left your body.
“We were just trying to have some fun, weren’t we?”
You did not move.
“Get out of here before I do something I regret.” the other man growled. You heard footsteps slowly dissipate into the night. “Y/N, fuck, are you okay? What did he do to you?” Hercules’ blurry figure appeared before you. His hands went to your arms and his eyes scanned for injury. You stared straight ahead towards the moon, your body numb. “What happened to you? Me and the guys are out looking for Laurens and-”
You snapped back to reality. “Don’t you dare say that bastard’s name in front of me.” you spat.
Hercules’ eyes widened. “What did he-”
“He fucking cheated!” you screamed. “He slept with Martha! My best friend andmy fiance!”
Hercules pulled you tight into his chest. You finally cried. You cried and you screamed and you pounded your fists against Hercules’ chest. He just stood there and took it. You sobbed until you could barely stand, and when that happened Hercules’ held you up. When you had reduced to hiccuping, Hercules put his arm around you and walked you back to your house, his eyes showing apprehension the whole way.
As soon as you got through the door, your body snapped into action. You ran up the stairs to your bedroom and ripped the dress Hercules’ had spent so much time on out your closet. Grabbing an oil lamp, you sprinted out your back door, Hercules finally catching up to you.
“Y/N w-what are you doing with that dress?” he asked carefully.
You ripped several strips of fabric off the dress. Hercules winced but didn’t stop you. You threw the rest of the fabric down on the ground, your demeanor eerily calm. Opening up the lamp. You let the end of one of the strips dance over the flame. When it caught, you threw it on the rest of the dress, doing the same with each piece of fabric until a fire roared in front of you. The only sounds were the rush of the blazing dress and Hercules’ breathing.
You look out at the rising sun, shining orange as the flames.
Morning had arrived, and your life had changed forever.
Pulling into the lot at TM, you look into the backseat, your six month daughter is still asleep. Parking in front of the office, you really weren’t looking forward to this, You left Charming over a year ago, for your sanity, you couldn’t handle it anymore, the constant back and forth turmoil that the father had you in.
Your Aunt Gemma walked out of the office, seeing you parked in front of the office, she smiled. Coming to your door, she pulled it open. “(Y/N) Morrow! Where the hell have you been?”
You get out of the car, smiling at her. “Around, where’s Uncle Clay?” The cries of your daughter stops the conversation. You open the back door, getting her out. “Aunt Gemma, this is Makendra Elizabeth…”
“Holy shit baby, does he know?”
You shook your head. “I left before I told him. I couldn’t bring a baby into our unstable relationship….”
“He deserves to know about her sweetheart.”
“I know, that’s why I came back, she deserves to know her dad. Where are they?”
“You know he was worried about you when you just disappeared like that.”
Looking down, you felt a sense of guilt, but you knew if your family had a clue to your location they would have dragged you back. “I know, I’m sorry I worried any of you. It was wrong of me.”
“Come on baby, time to reunite with your family. They’re in church.” They walked towards the clubhouse, you hoped that your reappearance didn’t cause too much of an uproar.
Walking into the clubhouse, nothing had changed in a year, same croweaters hanging around, waiting for the guys to get done. The prospects behind the bar, waiting to hand out drinks after church.
Gemma went to the door, putting her ear to the door, hearing that they were done, she opened the door. “Have a seat guys, we have an unexpected guest.”
You slowly walk through the doors, holding Makendra on your hip, hearing the room go quiet, you look around and smile. Looking at the head of the table, your eyes meet your uncles. “Hi Uncle Clay.”
“Little girl, where have you been?”
You feel the tears building up in your eyes. Makendra is smiling and waving at the men in the room. “In the mid-west, having a baby. This is my daughter Makendra Elizabeth…”
You look towards her father, meeting his dark eyes, you can’t read his emotions, he sits at the table just staring at you. Clay gets up from the table, coming to you, pulling you into a hug. “Welcome home!”
Yay, it's open. Hey, guys I was wondering, what do you think about John Winchester, I mean canonically speaking, would you say "John Winchester A+ parenting" with or without sarcasm? What do you think was his influence on Dean's persona? What would John think about Castiel? And the other way around? I'd love to read your opinions. Well, my request is: what are your favorite fics that include him whether as a good or bad father (canon or au fics are okay)
Hey there. Nice, deeper question. For my part, I totally say “John Winchester’s A+ parenting” with all the sarcasm possible. I honestly think that he tried to cope and take care of his sons with all he had left after trying to revenge Mary’s death. However, I think that he should have paid more attention to his sons, the ones that were still alive, and less to the idea of getting a revenge. I think that the entire character of Dean is about losing a mom and then suffering about all the things that John did: leaving him without a dad, making him to babysit Sam like a father and forcing him to hunt from that young. And how I think he would feel about Cas? Well, canonically speaking: I think he would be very suspicious about Cas because after all, Cas is a supernatural creature. I don’t think he would be that happy, at least at first, when the boys are trusting Cas so much. After that I think that he maybe would accept that Cas is okay and useful to have around, but that’s that. And in Destiel way of speaking? No way in hell that would be okay for John. At it’s best, I think the situation could be that everyone knows about Dean and Cas, but no one (especially John) talks about it.
So, here you go, a few of my favorite fics of John Winchester’s A+ parenting:
Title: Everytown, USA
Words: 56,972 – Finished
Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Admin J’s notes: John’s part isn’t that big, but I think that in this fic you can really see how he affects Dean and messes up his life. I like the canon things that the author has mixed up in the AU story.
Admin A’s notes: This one will always be one of the best fics ever on my personal fav list!
Summary: Dean’s determined not to stay in one place for long–he’s enjoying his new-found freedom too much.
Admin J’s notes: Another one with John being a number one dad. Once again, very canon, and at the same time total AU.
Summary: But that’s the whole reason he’s here, isn’t it? He’s not out here hunting Humans. He’s not even hunting deer, or bears, or anything else that featured in Bambi. He’s out here, freezing his nuts off every night, because he’s hunting Angels.
Sometimes Dean wishes that Angels were like how they’re described in the Bible. How people from time too old for him to care much about thought Angels were messengers and warriors of God, protectors of Humans. He knows that how they’re really described in the Bible is actually pretty terrifying, but at least they were told by God that they’re supposed to love Humans, right?
That’s a thousand times better than what Angels really turned out to be.
Admin J’s notes: In this one Dean is already with Cas, but he panics over John’s reaction. This fic has everything it it I like: awkward Cas, Dean dealing with his (daddy) issues, Destiel in general, John’s A+ parenting…
Summary: What happens when John Winchester suddenly comes back to life, and meets the boys as they are today?
Admin J’s notes: This is also very John: he just makes his decisions by the pure logic, even if it would cost him his son’s happiness. I don’t mean that John would sacrifice Dean’s life, he just… He knows that Dean will sacrifice and he knows how to use it as a benefit.
Summary: When King John of the West Saxons forms an alliance with a neighboring Christian kingdom, his eldest son Dean ends up playing a role he never expected.
3. “Today, I wake up every morning in a house that was built by slaves, and I watch my daughters—two beautiful, intelligent, black young women—playing with their dogs on the White House lawn. And because of Hillary Clinton, my daughters and all our sons and daughters, now take for granted that a woman can be president of the United States.” —Michelle Obama
Matthew walks in to the kitchen and Adelaide changes the subject, she doesn’t know that Matthew already knows about Elizabeth wanting to meet her “other” family.
Adelaide: “Oh good, you’re awake. Listen, your father and I are going to Willow Creek overnight. We have some paperwork to sign before the exchange student arrives.”
Elizabeth: “Mom, why are we getting one? You know they aren’t a pet or anything. You can’t show it off and stuff.”
Adelaide: “Because it’s what people in our social circle do and he’s related to the Spanish King, the ladies at the country club will be beside themselves in envy. Don’t you understand what a coup d'état this is for me?”
Matthew: “Isn’t a coup d'état when people….”
Elizabeth kicks him under the table to shut him up, she didn’t want him setting their mother off on a tangent. Adelaide took herself very seriously and didn’t like being made to look bad.
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ANOTHER @mirsan-week piece AND the OFFICIAL birthday present of @kristicles!!! Krista I hope you have an amazing day!!!!! Have the happiest of birthdays!
Her mother had always told her that her first love would be her deepest. That her heart would never forget the person who evoked those feelings within her.
“You’re your father’s daughter,” she’d say quietly while smoothing Sango’s errant locks away from her face, “when you give your heart to someone, your life and soul will go with it.”
Always being her mother’s dutiful daughter, she hadn’t made her scrutiny of the idea overtly known, choosing to scoff lightly and change the subject. But she couldn’t deny that the thought was a terrifying one.
To belong so wholly to someone that every heartbeat whispered their name, every fluttering of lashes against cheek would serve to paint a picture of their face on the canvas of her eyelids. When one person would dominate her every thought and desire.
No. That wouldn’t happen. Not to her, atleast.
She was Sango, daughter of the slayers.
She had gone through majority of her life smiling indulgently at villagers who would laugh and tell her she’d have a man wrapped around her finger someday. That she’d have the prettiest babies and be happier than happy could be.
She didn’t believe that, not for a second. When she married, if she married, she would do it for all of the right reasons. The man she chose would be of impeccable character, well liked by her family and her people. He would equal her in strength, and not be intimidated by her own battle prowess. If love could factor into that, then so be it. But she wouldn’t go searching for such a thing. She had more important things to do, more important duties to fulfill.
But then suddenly all of her duties, all of her responsibilities had vanished. Vanished with the flames that has razed her village. Been torn apart by the scythe that ripped her father open. That had ripped her open.
Everything had faded only to be replaced by one deep seated fire. Revenge. That was her only goal now, her only duty.
She could die in the quest to eradicate the one who had murdered her family. She could die doing after Naraku. She wasn’t bothered. Not as long as she took the half demon with her.
Revenge had taken over her entire life. That and restoring Kohaku to his former self.
Amongst all of that, she had no time for childish dreams of domesticity.
She had no idea when it began to happen. Slowly, at first. His stupid comments would fluster her more than infuriate her. She would find herself watching him when he wasn’t looking. Taking in the set of his shoulders under his robes, the way his hands would grasp his staff when he went into combat. The beads of sweat that would travel under the cover of his clothing when he would run alongside Kirara.
He wasn’t the man she had dreamt of as a child, there was that. But he was something else. He was even better. He was real. Miroku was no fantasy cooked up under a night sky, giggling with a friend.
He was a man that she could look at, hold, and make her own.
It struck her that she spent everyday walking long distances but she had fallen a long time ago. She didn’t know when, how, where, why. But she had.
There was something about him that she liked. Something that kept drawing her to him no matter what their circumstances were. Something that would cause her to want to die at his side because death was far better than living a day knowing he was gone.
But that couldn’t have happened? Not to her, atleast?
She was Sango, daughter of the slayers, and she was most definitely in love.