my ears would cry happy little tears from the beautiful sounds

our little family pt.1 | park jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader 

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au 

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever. 

Parts: 1 2

“Jieun-ah, please.” Jimin sighed, as he tried putting her arms through the sleeves of her baby pink coat, which she shrugged back off again for the nth time making Jimin let out a soft groan in exasperation.

“Jieun-ah…” Jimin pleaded.

“I don’t want to go to school daddy.” Jieun said softly, pouting as she looked at her dad with round eyes, the corners watering slightly as Jimin felt his resolve weaken at the sight of his daughter before him.

Sighing, he grabbed her hands and put on a large grin, “Jieun-ah, It’ll be fun!” he tried cheering, “Daddy had loved going to school all his life (what a lie) and really wished he could go again.”

“Then why don’t you come with me?” Jieun asked, tugging at the ends of her little pale blue sundress, the color contrasting strongly against her raven blank hair that tumbled around her shoulders in soft curls.

Cradling her face in his hands, her cheeks squishing up together making Jimin chuckle slightly, he said, “Daddy’s too old now, but if anything happens I’ll be there for you, alright? Do you wanna go now? I promise it’ll be great.”

“Pinky promise?” Jieun asked, holding out her pinky to Jimin’s face as he laughed a little, hooking her tiny pinky within his and bringing them together before pressing a small kiss to her hands, “I promise baby.”

“Hi guys!! Welcome! Hello!” you smiled happily as the kids walked one by one into your class, all their faces with expressions that varied, some happy, some mad, some scared and some with tears and snot dripping from their little noses.

Oh children. 

“There you go Jieun-ah, I’ll pick you up in a couple hours okay?”

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Zimbits AU where your world is black and white until you hear your soulmate laugh

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Jack knows his parents’ story off by heart.

Bob had been on the ice at an away game. The crowd was screaming; it was overtime. Things had been a bit tense. 

And then Bob had put a puck in the net of the opposition and that was it. The disappointed home audience had fallen into a quiet grumble after some polite clapping. Many hands were slapped on Bob’s back as the team skated towards the edge of the ice. Bob had been just about to leave the rink, and then-

A laugh. A snorting, wonderful laugh, and his world filled with color.

He had frozen where he stood, ears caught on the sound of that laugh and the voice that followed.

“I told you, didn’t I? No one’s got it like Bad Bobby Z!”

It was his turn to let out a laugh and he did, with gusto. His voice boomed so loud it had seemed to reverberate around the arena, every head swiveling to the source of the noise.

Every time he told that story, Bob swore blind he heard his soulmate’s gasp in the ensuing silence. Alicia would roll her eyes fondly, stating that she did not gasp, thank you very much, and that the dreadful nickname she’d called him had been popular among hockey fans at the time. 

Whatever the truth, they’d introduced themselves moments later and were married within the year. It was like that, with soulmates. Instantaneous.

Jack’s not heard that story since before the Draft. He knows people think if he’d found his soulmate before- before, he wouldn’t have done it. But people tend to over romanticize things out of habit. In the end, soulmates and laughter and colors had very little to do with how he ended up here.

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RIVALRY. Pt.1

Genre: Angst. Gang! AU. 

Warnings: Mentions of blood & violence. That’s it.

Pairings: Mark x reader x Namjoon ft GOTBANG collaboration.

Summary: You’re innocently caught in the crossfire of two of Korea’s deadliest gangs, after an argument with your gang leader boyfriend. Could you have been hurt by someone closer to home? Or has the rivalry between the two become personal? Remember not everything is as simple as black and white..

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Oblivious.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst, Slight Smut

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: You had finally decided to confess your deep and intimate feelings for your crush, Taehyung. You had been waiting for this specific day because it was a year since your best friend, Jimin, had introduced you to him.

Originally posted by nnochu

You rung the doorbell. Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you were growing impatient by the minute. You took a deep breath to remind yourself that there was no turning back.

Today was the day.

Exactly a year ago, you were struggling with your on-and-off feelings for Jimin. As you looked back on it, you blamed it on hormones. You had noticed the slight changes that puberty had brought forth. Jimin was a beautiful person and you weren’t sure if you confused your infatuation for admiration. Eventually you came to the conclusion that Jimin was simply not interested.

It was at that time that you met Taehyung. Your feelings for Jimin had been pushed aside. Taehyung was everything you wanted and more. He was either really friendly or really flirty to you. You hoped for the latter. Taehyung had started hanging out with your group of friends more often and you couldn’t help but fall for him. His laughter was music to your ears, his beautiful smile-a killer. He was amazing both inside and out. You had gotten past that awkward stage with Jimin and your relationship went back to normal.

“(y,n)? Its a surprise seeing you here. Come on in.”

Taehyung, looking as handsome as ever, opened the door a little further. His face wore a shocked expression that he quickly masked with that heart racing one of a kind smile. You walked inside his familiar home and didn’t even bother sitting down.

“I have to tell you something!” You both said simultaneously. You both laughed and waited for the other person to speak up.

“You go first.” Taehyung gestured for you to continue.

Finally, the moment you have been waiting for. He was observing your face, a direct result of the close proximity.

“Well, I’ve been-.” You started before taking another deep breath, your voice was shaking from nervousness. You heart was pounding as you quickly rehearsed over what you were going to say.

“Um. I wanted to-”

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry.“ He interrupted when a ringtone broke the silence. His phone lit up with the caller id, Babe. It showed a picture of him with his arm wrapped around who you assumed was babe. He noticed your confusion and blushed before explaining himself.

“I meant to tell you, thats my new girlfriend.” Taehyung said, his brown eyes sparkling and his lips pointed upwards in a huge smile at the mention of her. You watched as he declined her call, quickly texting her a ‘ttyl’. You had asked for his undivided attention and that was exactly what he gave to you.

“Oh. Is that what you were going to tell me?” You felt as if your heart was being torn out, your soul withering away.

“Yea. It was just recently that I asked her- Did Hoseok tell you already?” He asked as he rolled his eyes at how excited he believed his hyung was for him.

“Yes…Thats why I brought the rose. Congratulations!” You said giving him the rose that you had originally brought for a different purpose.

“Thank you so much!” He said, with a look of pure admiration, before embracing you into a hug. You blinked back your tears.

“Are you…crying?” His eyebrows furrowed. “All women are the same. I’m pretty sure Jin almost cried when I told him.” He said when he pulled back, his hands still holding your shoulders. You quickly wiped the tear and covered it up with a laugh.

“I’m so happy for you! Really. I feel like a proud mother. Don’t do anything to mess this up. I can tell you really like her. Anyways, I think I left my phone in the car.” You said, thinking of an excuse to leave as soon as possible.

“Is that all you were going to say?” Taehyung questioned. “You didn’t have to come all this way for that.”

“I wanted to.” You lied, giving him one more forced smile before running back to your car.

A million thoughts raced in your head. You couldn’t focus on what was ahead of you. The same few words echoing in your head. Why hadn’t I chose to tell him earlier?

You couldn’t hold it any longer, imagining different scenarios on what could have happened. You screamed in anger. Your head hit the steering wheel and a loud horn was let out as a result. Angry tears escaped your eyes. You drove back home without a single care in the world. You slammed the door shut and slid against it feeling the life drained out of you. You threw your head into your hands allowing the darkness to engulf you. Your house was unusually quiet. Loud footsteps suddenly came about, breaking the peaceful setting.

“(y,n), you’re back?” You didn’t have to look up to know that the soothing voice belonged to Jimin. You didn’t say anything in response.

“Are you crying? Why are you crying? He asked incredulously. When you still didn’t reply, he tried again. “You got what you wanted. Why would you be sad?”

“What? What do you mean ‘you got what you wanted’?” You spoke up raising your head. You got up from your crouched position in front of the door.

“I saw you hug Taehyung.” He replied, biting his lower lip, his brown eyes fixed on your face.

“You what?” You ask, once again, not recalling his presence.

“That’s not the point.” He states gritting his teeth.

“Well… you assumed wrong.” You swallowed, looking up to stop the tears that were threatening to fall, before continuing.

“Tae has a girlfriend.” You finally said, your voice being the only sound in the house. Unfortunately, saying it out loud didn’t make it any less true. The harsh reality of the words stung. Jimin didn’t say anything. His eyes were filled with pity and he realized he misunderstood the situation when he had decided to drop by Tae’s.

“If only I had said it a little earlier. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything at all.” You admitted out loud, breaking the silence. “I’m so stupid to have waited for so long. I’ll always hate myself for it.”

“So no.”

Jimin’s breathing suddenly increased.

“I didn’t get what I wanted.”

Jimin’s gaze was on the floor. You turned away to walk towards your room. He grabbed your hand, pulled you back, and pushed you against the wall in one swift motion.

“Look at me.” He growled. “Don’t you EVER say that about yourself.”

“Look at me (y,n).” He repeated, his voice dangerously low. You finally brought your eyes to meet his. His face showed an expression of anger that could not be mistakened for anything else. The other guys weren’t exaggerating when they said Jimin was the scariest when he was mad.

“Taehyung clearly isn’t good enough for you if he is making you doubt yourself.”

“Why do you care so much?” You ask, silence following shortly after.

“You’re acting like you like me or something.” You blurted out feeling annoyed. The tense atmosphere had become even more tense. He opens his mouth to say something and closes it in shock. His face was just centimeters from yours. His eyes flickered to your lips for a few seconds before returning to your eyes.

“N-no.” He stutters and looks away, his arms still on either side of your head. You rested your head on the wall. While you were so wrapped up on Taehyung, Jimin was feeling the same towards you.

A few seconds of heavy breathing followed. You didn’t know if it was the heat of the moment, the close proximity, or whether his lips looked extra plump but you pulled him by the collar and closed the gap between your lips. You closed your eyes into the kiss. It just felt right. The feelings you had pushed away had flooded back and you found yourself enjoying the kiss. The little gestures from Jimin that you had tried to ignore, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, had clearly had an affect on you. You could not deny it to yourself any along. Perhaps Taehyung was a mere distraction.

Jimin’s lips were open in shock because he didn’t believe what was happening. He pulled back. That could have been the drive from anger and he didn’t want to make it seem as if he was taking advantage of you. You opened your eyes. His forehead was pressed against yours, his eyes still closed, and he tried to calm his steady breath.

“Stop.” He said shakily, thinking of the consequences. “You might regret this later.”

“No.”

A part of you deep down had always imagined what would have happened in this situation. You knew that you would never get this chance again. You closed your eyes waiting for the feeling of his soft lips once more on yours.

He smiled, leant down and kissed you again. You tangled your fingers in his hair. He licked your lips in an attempt to get you to part them slightly. You didn’t give in. You let your hands travel from his toned chest to rest around his neck. He opened his mouth slightly and you bit his bottom lip.

“F-fuck.” He breathed out. He pushed you harder onto the wall. He rolled his hips against you.

“J-jimin.” You moaned when you felt his growing boner press against you. He took this chance to slide his tongue into your mouth. He grabbed your thighs and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He pulled back to gasp for air and started leaving open mouthed kisses on your jawline. He kissed down your neck making you tug his hair harder. He sucked on your collarbone, leaving a hickey, and earned another moan from you. He grinded on you and you were extremely turned on. You changed things up and started messing with the hem of his shirt. He set you down and you pulled it off. The abs that he worked so desperately for to impress you had finally made their appearance.

He smirked when your gaze followed his v line down. You bit your bottom lip seductively before kissing him again. You let your hands trace his abs while he let his hands travel your lower back and ass. This time you fought for dominance and let your tongue into his mouth.

“Do you want to take this upstairs?” He winked and he hoisted you up once more. You kissed your whole way up the stairs and lazily shut the door.

“Rum & Coconuts” - h.s. Part 6

****** I did some research on some of the songs for this story so I’m actually doing research now for one shots what has my life become. I hope you all know the extensiveness that has started to go into this craziness you’re all welcome damn.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

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Harry kept his album from you for quite some time. You instantly asked to listen to it, obviously, and after talking with Anne on the phone once you’d broke the news of your engagement to your families, you were shocked to find that Harry had already played it for her. 

“You played it for your mum?” you cried, “What is so wrong about it that you can’t play it for me? What did I do?” you begged.

Harry just watched you fall apart while sitting in that damn yellow seat, smirking as you fumed at him and paced back and forth. 

“How am I supposed to support you and sing along when I haven’t even heard your music?” you whined. You had gotten into his habit of twirling around your engagement ring whenever you were nervous, and Harry joked that if you kept doing that then you were accidentally going to lose it at some point. 

“I want it to be special,” Harry said, standing from the seat and resting his hands on your shoulders, giving you a sincere smile as he used his index finger to lift your chin. “Don’t pout, angel,” he mimicked your pout. “I promise you’ll love it.”

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The Secret (6)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen;

“Zoe, the movie’s about to start!” you shouted through your apartment, throwing a handful of popcorn into your mouth while the opening credits of another Disney film lit up your TV screen. This was how you spent your Sundays with Zoe, being lazy and watching movies while the weather grew colder outside. It was definitely colder in Seoul than what you were used to in your hometown.

Zoe came into the living room huffing and puffing with her lips pulled into a pout. “We can’t watch the movie. I can’t find Mr Snuggles,” she grumbled, climbing onto the sofa to check behind it.

“Have you checked the bathroom? You were giving Mr Snuggles a bath in the sink this morning,” you remembered, holding her hand so she could safely jump off the sofa and sprint out of the room again.

Five seconds later, Zoe’s voice echoed from the bathroom. “I found him!”

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Just a Little Too Late

Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean has to decide to save you or Lisa. (Set during 6x21)

Warnings: Oh boy, this one’s sad; get ready. Mentions of blood, torture, death, some spoilers and brief cursing.

A/N: I’ve been planning this angst for a while. Let me know how I did :)

Originally posted by spn-spam


“Coffee?” Dean offers, handing you a steaming cup. You grin; you’ve been researching this journal for hours and you need caffeine as soon as possible.

When you tap a sip, you splutter, choking on the liquid. “Dean Winchester, is there whisky in this?” He gives you a cheeky smile before shrugging playfully.

His happiness doesn’t last long before the phone rings. Dean’s face morphs into a state of horror in a matter of seconds.

As he hangs up, you look at him cautiously. “Dean?”

“Crowley took Lisa and Ben.”

~-~

“Hey”, you whisper, putting a gentle hand on Dean’s tense shoulder. His green eyes barely flicker toward yours. “We’ll get them out. Don’t worry.”

He only grunts in response, shaking out of your grip roughly. “Let’s go.”

The three of you slip into the warehouse, all splitting up. Sam gives you a cautious look, but Dean doesn’t look back. You have to admit, it stings. You and Dean hadn’t taken the final step to an actual relationship- you just stayed as really close friends. You had thought you had a chance, that is, until Sammy fell in the pit and Lisa and Ben kept him for over a year.

Regardless of the hurt you feel in you chest, you keep moving, keeping your salt gun aimed. It’s oddly quiet, that is, until you hear the sounds of multiple gunshots.

You swiftly head over to the sounds, noticing this is where Dean was passing. Stepping over the bodies of multiple demons, you head into the room. 

You arrive just in time to hear Lisa, or presumably a demon possessing Lisa, taunt Dean and Ben, holding a knife under her son’s chin.

You see Dean’s face morph into one of agony as her words sink in. You can’t take it any longer, so you aim your gun at her head.

Dean seems to hear and see you before yelling, “Y/N, don’t!”

Lisa’s head turns toward you, flicking her hand and crashing you down the stairs. Your vision blackens as soon as you hit the ground.

When you open your eyes again, you see Dean and Ben leaning over Lisa’s bleeding body. 

“Ben, grab the salt gun. I have to carry your mom.” Dean’s voice is like maple syrup- deep and thick.

Ben hesitates before meekly asking, “What about her?”

Dean pauses for what seems like hours, but was probably only a few seconds. 

“Leave her.”

At first, you can’t believe your ears. You and Dean were like glue, and have been for ages. He was the guy you know you could rely on.

You see Dean’s boots as he rushes past you. He doesn’t even look down.

With that, you vision goes black once again.

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Dean sits in the hospital, gently holding Lisa’s cold hand. The doctors said she wouldn’t wake up, but he had hope.

Sam had pleaded with him to go back to help you, but he only responded with a “She’s tough. She’ll be fine. You’re not going in there alone.” Angrily, Sam had left the hospital, presumably to get coffee.

That is, until he got a phone call. He reluctantly lets go of Lisa’s hand before heading outside the room to answer the call.

“What?” He asks roughly, tone sharp and crude.

“D-Dean”, your voice shocks him a little, “I need help.” There’s a pause and choking, sounding like you’re coughing up blood.

Dean curses before looking over at Lisa. She’s safe now, he reassures himself before grabbing his coat and car keys.

~-~ 

When he arrives, the warehouse is silent, and the bodies are still there from yesterday. His wet boots squeak on the hard floor as he takes careful steps.

When he enters the room Lisa and Ben were in, he sees your battered body tied to a chair with your head lolled to the side. There’s blood everywhere- on your face, on your shirt, on your arms and legs.

He gently shakes your shoulder. “Hey, I got you”, he says while grabbing Ruby’s knife and slicing the ropes that held you in place. Your eyes glance up to meet his. “My hero”, you whisper, before your eyes flash black.

With your arm lifted, Dean flies to the pillar next to him, pinning him in place.

“It’s about time, Deano”, you tease, grabbing the knife that Dean had dropped.

He struggles against your strength, but to no avail. “Leave her alone”, he growls, his eyes and jaw hard.

You laugh hysterically, tracing the knife along Dean’s face. “Like you care! From what I recall, you left her here for…”, you look at your cracked watch sarcastically, “about 12 hours.”

You see Dean’s expression turn into guilt. Had it really been that long?

“Cat got your tongue? What’s the matter, Deano? Feeling sorry yet?” You mock, pouting dramatically. He stays silent, looking at the floor in shame. “You know what’s funny, Dean?” He looks up at you reluctantly. “I didn’t have to try very hard to torture her. I mean, come on, one of the only guys she’s cared about leaves her to save another girl? It’s priceless! Also, a little too easy, for my taste.”

Dean gulps thickly, tears forming in his eyes. “Gonna cry, Dean? Well get ready, because shit’s about to get real sad”, you smile raising the knife towards his throat.

Before you can land the final blow, your body stops, and your face contorts in pain as you fight to gain control of your own body.

You shakily lower your arms as Dean takes a deep breath and is released to the floor. Your body is shaking terribly, the demon already taking control again. 

You know you don’t have a lot of time. This demon is one of the strongest you’ve faced. If it takes control again, you know Dean’s blood would be on your hands forever. You know what you have to do.

You look into Dean’s beautiful eyes and whisper “I’m sorry”, before plunging the knife into your stomach.

You and the demon screech as the demon fizzles out of your body. You slump to the ground, knife leaving your hand as you struggle to breath. 

“Y/N, oh God”, Dean chokes out, crawling to your dying body. He puts his hands firmly on the wound futilely, his tears dropping in your face and shirt. “You’re going to be okay, it’s going to be okay. Stay with me. We can go to Bobby’s after you’re better and watch shitty movies all day, your favorites, come on babygirl, hold on”, he rambles, his eyes not leaving yours.

“It’s okay, Dean”, you pause as you cough up more blood. With your heart swelling for the last time, your last dying breath goes to a simple phrase.

“I love you.”

When Sam comes five minutes later, all he can see is Dean sobbing over your pale, crumpled body, simple ‘I love you too’s leaving his brother’s lips and filling the cold, dusty air.


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Floral

I remember writing this just after H’s 23rd birthday, and to take revenge on @dadshirtking​, so here it is again! Any feedback is appreciated xx

The party was in full swing and you were having a great time, sipping a vodka and lime. The place was packed with people, half of which you didn’t even know. It became clear to you that your boyfriend had a lot of friends, ones you hadn’t been introduced to, but you were fine with that. You weren’t a fan of being the centre of attention. It was his birthday party. Tonight was Harry’s night.

23 years he had lived and what a wonderful 23 years they had been. This year was a big year for him. His film would be released in July and he was working on his debut solo album. Just being proud of him was a massive understatement. You and Harry had only been dating for about a year but your heart bloomed with so much love for him that sometimes, it was hard for you to contain it. You loved him more than you ever thought you could love anybody but Harry had that handsome charm that made you fall under his spell within seconds.

Just as you helped yourself to some nibbles on the table, a unique British accent hit your ears. You had never met her but you were a huge fan of her. How could you not be? She was Adele! She came up to the table and popped an olive in her mouth, holding a glass of bubbly in her hand. She caught you looking at her and smiled sweetly.

“Hello there, love!”

“Hi.” You squeaked.

“Aren’t you a cutie? What’s your name?”

“I’m (Y/N).”

“What a gorgeous name! So, how do you know our lovely Harold?” She asked. You weren’t offended that she didn’t know who you were. How could Adele know you? You were just about to answer her when you felt a hand place itself on your waist. You knew his touch, you didn’t have to look up to know who the hand belonged to.

“Hello, baby. I see you’ve met Adele.” His smooth deep voice never failed to make your heart beat a little faster than normal. Adele’s gaze darted from you to Harry then back to you, her eyes widening as her hand went to her mouth in shock.

“Oh, dear, you’re Harry’s girl, aren’t you? I’m so sorry, love, I had no idea!” She reached out and clasped your hand in hers, asking for forgiveness. You told her it was OK, giving her a small smile, because you still couldn’t believe you were standing in front of Adele. She wished Harry a happy birthday before taking another olive and going off to chat with some other people.

“Wow.” You choked out.

“Wow what?”

“Harry, you know how much I love Adele! I can’t believe I actually spoke to her!”

“You are adorable when you’re excited.” Harry chuckled. You turned your body to face him and smiled up at him. Why on earth did he have sunglasses on his head at night, you had no idea, but you didn’t ask. The patterned shirt he wore was a birthday present from you. It was no secret to anyone that Harry had a unique fashion sense so the moment you saw the shirt in the shop window, it was a no-brainer for you to buy it for him.

“Are you enjoying your party?” You asked.

“Of course, baby. Especially because you’re here, wearing these pants.”

You glanced down at your legs and remembered the look on Harry’s face when he first saw you in these pants. Red floral pants, very Harry Styles-like, skin-tight and perfectly hugging your curves. Stealing my ideas of clothes, are you? He had said when you walked out into the living room earlier today. What could you say? His sense in fashion was rubbing off on you.

“I know you like them.”

“I love them.” Harry corrected you.

“It’s a shame the boys couldn’t make it.” You said, playing with one of the buttons on his shirt. Even though the other lads were in L.A., they were busy with their own lives and working on their solo music. And Harry understood that.

“I know. But they texted me this morning and they’ll probably tweet me as well. It’s all good. All I need on my birthday is you.”

He was such a sap and you loved that about him. He could be sexy but extremely cheesy too. You giggled a little and blushed. His lips touched your cheek and teased your jawline as you squeaked his name. Then, his mouth was on yours, and you couldn’t care less if pictures were being taken of you two. Harry was happy with you and he had a right to show it.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, birthday boy.” You whispered against his lips, giving him one more kiss and patting his chest. Harry reached behind you and grabbed a glass of vodka and lemon from the table, clinking his glass with yours. You wrapped your arm around his waist as he pressed a kiss to your temple, the stain of alcohol on his tongue. You inhaled your boyfriend’s musky scent mixed with his Tom Ford cologne, knowing it would not be the alcoholic drinks that would be the result of your intoxication. It would be Harry.

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anonymous asked:

Hi!!!! I really in love with your writing!!!! OMG!!!!! Virtual hug to you!!!!! Can i request minific like rfa+saeran lost their wife MC in their anniversary night because of car accident? Like MC die on the spot? Thank you! I love u soooo much! Muah!

HELLO HELLO MY BABIESSSSSSSS~

Did you miss me? Cos I missed you all a SHIT TON. LIKE OMG. So I’m like the absolute worst because of my two-month hiatus. Honestly, guys, life has just been sucking. Welp, I’ll go more in-depth later buuuuuut I am posting once again. I want to apologize because my writing is SUPER DUPER RUSTY. So I apologize ahead of time if the ficlets suck :( BUUTTT YA GIRL IS BACK. So without further ado the request :3 It was a GREAT prompt but ya girl can only do so much with car accidents D: Leave me some comments guys, critiques anything you’d like to see me do, or anything :)

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Yoosung:

It was your first anniversary together as a married couple. Four years of having your beautiful soul in his life, Yoosung was thankful for the fateful day you staggered into the RFA chat room.

In the beginning, he didn’t think anything of it, he knew he thought he was just attached to you because you had filled Rika’s spot. The differences between you and Rika were colossal. He loved you more and more every day; he couldn’t believe his ears when you accepted his marriage proposal.

You were his and he was yours. He had finally graduated school and now he couldn’t wait to start a family together with you. He bolted out of work, excited to meet you. You guys were celebrating your first anniversary together and everything had to be perfect.

He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. He grabbed a bouquet of flowers, sunflowers, your favorite. You always thought roses were super cheesy and excessive, in his opinion he thought that it was fitting to you. Like the flowers, you made his life much sweeter and brighter by simply existing.

He began walking to your rendezvous point when he spotted you. He felt his heart skip a beat and his breath lightly catch in the back of his throat. You were beautiful. Feeling his eyes on you, you glanced over at him, smiling brightly and Yoosung just melted. He felt his pace quicken, the need to have you in his arms overwhelming him.

 You quickly made your way over to him, not paying attention. That’s when it happened, a car ran a red light and smashed into you. Yoosung froze. He couldn’t register what was happening. The world was spinning and he couldn’t seem to hear anything. He was your limp body lying there on the pavement as the car sped away.

He saw blood pool near your body and that shook him back into reverie. He ran towards you, tears streaming down his face. This couldn’t be happening. It was your anniversary, the first of many. You were his happily ever after. How could this happen?

He gingerly lifted your head, his tears slowly falling on your face. There was no movement or reaction from you. Cold realization settled over him. He became hysterical, “MC? MC? Open your eyes babe. Please” he broke down sobbing.

Darkness clouded over his eyes and the next thing he knew was he woke up in a hospital bed. Seven sitting in the corner noticed the movement and quickly was at Yoosung’s side. “Hey bud, how are you feeling?” he asked tentatively.

Yoosung groaned, “I don’t know what happened dude, I just had the worst dream that MC was in a car accident.” He clutched his head and let out a breathy laugh. “Speaking of, where is she Seven?” he asked.

Seven just looked at Yoosung, heartbreaking in his eyes. The color drained from Yoosung’s face. It wasn’t a dream after all. His life was a living nightmare. Tears began running down his face once again. He didn’t know what to do, what to say, he just needed to see you, one last time. 

He walked into the solemn operation room, the hum of the machinery just clawed at his ear drums. He knew what exactly the ominous sound meant. He walked over to the bed, a silhouette was draped in white cloth. Its funny, a year ago seeing you draped in white cloth brought tears of joy to his eyes, but this white cloth was the antithesis of that.

This white cloth signified the end, happiness being wrenched from his arms. With shaky hands, he removed the cloth to see your face one last time. He couldn’t do it. First Rika and then you; he couldn’t bear to see your face. He covered your rigid cold body once more and slowly kissed your forehead. Tears streamed down his face as he made his way out. 

He walked out of the hospital into the night. He never did show up to the funeral. He didn’t think his heart could take it. You had managed to glue the pieces that Rika has shattered but how could he ever get over your death? You were his everything. He lost contact with the RFA, moving into a quiet rural area, practicing animal husbandry. He vowed that he would never fall in love again. It was much too painful and he simply couldn’t move on from you. You were his soul mate, his life partner. He just lived his life quietly and alone, waiting for the day he could meet you again.  


Jaehee:

She never really knew what her life would be without you. Honestly, everyone has a life but until the day Jaehee had met you she hadn’t really lived.

Her days previously were dull, focused on working and becoming a successful, thriving member of society. Now she looked forward to so many silly things. Waking up in the morning next to you, sharing a simple meal with you, stealing quick glances at you, your little inside jokes and so much more.

She found joy in everything that involved you. In the beginning, she was hesitant. She didn’t know if this was friendship but she knew it was something deeper. Never in her life, did she have such a connection with anyone and she was grateful that you had the patience to wait until she realized her true feelings.

She loved you. It was as simple as that. You two had tied the know two years ago and were celebrating your two year anniversary. You both didn’t like doing anything too extravagant. Just spending time with each other was more than enough.

Jaehee was lost in thought, as she walked alongside you. Admiring your beauty, she didn’t know how on earth she was able to live before. Looking back at how she used to be, she seemed so dull and serious. She was grateful having you in your life.

She heard skidding, and she saw a car barreling towards her. She froze, finding herself unable to move. “Jaehee” she heard you screech. To her surprise, she felt herself hurtle over and a sound of a crash behind her.

No,” she thought to herself. “Please, it can’t be” She turned to see your limp body lying on the side of the road, smoke coming out of the assaulting vehicle. A whirlwind of emotions flowed through her, but she got ahold of herself. She dialed 911 and reported and accident with casualties. She then sent a mass text out to the RFA, alerting them of what happened as she sidled up to you.

You appeared to be unconscious. That’s a lie. She didn’t need to be a doctor, but she knew there would be no way you could survive with your body laying like that. She had faith though. She knew life couldn’t be so cruel. 

She felt numb as she climbed into the ambulance with your body, not responding to the EMT. She couldn’t say anything. She couldn’t feel anything. She sat in the waiting room of the hospital as the members of the RFA hurriedly shuffled in. She looked up with blank eyes, “Everyone, it seems that MC is no longer with us,” she stated as calmly as she could. She heard the boys break down in tears, holding their heads in disbelief.

Jumin walked over to her, and bent down, “Assis- Jaehee, are you alright?” She wanted to laugh, how on earth could she be all right? What an asinine thing to ask? She looked up at him incredulously ready to fight, but her eyes met with his grey irises, his heart breaking in them.

He knew she wasn’t all right, he wanted her to stop pretending that she was. Her eyes filled with tears and her body shook as she let out a cry, “It’s not fair. It’s just not fair. First father and then mother, I tried so hard to protect my heart but she wheedled herself in and now she was taken from me as well. How can life be so utterly cruel?!”

She buried her face in her hands as she felt arms around her. Everyone loved MC and it broke their hearts to see such an abundant expression of sadness from Jaehee, the stoic ex-employee of Jumin.

She held the wake for the funeral for MC at the coffee shop, she knew its what you would’ve wanted. Your family and friends showed up, everyone loved you. Jaehee smiled bitterly, it was so hard for her. She was so used to having you in her life, being the center of her joy. She didn’t know what she was going to do. She was grateful. She was happy that she had the chance to get to know you and fall in love with you. She was grateful that you showed her how to truly live. She would never forget you as long as she lived, she felt eternally indebted to you. She closed her eyes as she slowly wiped the trickling tears from her eyes, “Goodbye MC, I love you.”


Zen:

He was handsome, that was common knowledge. What Zen loved the most about you was how down to earth you were. All his previous relationships were so incredibly shallow; it’s no wonder that they ended. Actually, that’s wrong, it was destiny. They ended because he was waiting for you.

You were always there for him and so supportive. When you had mysteriously joined the RFA, he had joked about being single. Sure, you piqued his interest. He thought you’d go running when you saw how narcissistic he was, to his pleasant surprise you saw right through him. You saw that it was simply a coping mechanism, seeing that he was actually really insecure and he just “faked it until he made it”.

Zen was sure he fell in love with you in the chat room, even to him that sounded silly. How on earth could you fall for someone you’ve never even met before? He just felt such a strong connection to you he couldn’t help you. When you had shown up to his apartment, he was absolutely floored. You were just as beautiful on the outside as you were in.

He knew he was moving fast, but when you were almost kidnapped he realized that he wanted to be with you. He knew, that he had gotten it right this time. Here you were celebrating your first year together as a married couple, two years together in total.

Everyone said you two were moving too fast, but you didn’t care. Zen loved you more than anything in the world and he knew you loved him just as much. He was still so insecure; you deserved everything in the world, the absolute best. He was still climbing the ladder to fame but you never ever voiced a complaint. Was he doing a good job loving you?

He made sure that your first anniversary together would be special. He picked you up on his bike and tossed you a helmet. You grinned as you put it on and hopped on the bike behind him, wrapping your arms around him tightly. He felt your warmth against his back as he revved up and drove.

He took you to your special place and you were pleased to see a blanket laid out with all your favorite foods and a bouquet of flowers. You looked up to your movie star as he bashfully laughed and lead you over to your feast. He loved this, these little moments, spending time together. He kissed you deeply as he asked you to close your eyes. You looked at him skeptically as you obeyed.

You felt him reach around you and move your hair to the side. He placed something around your neck and you opened your eyes. You held up your phone to get a better look at the necklace as you saw a simple pendant with a gold star.

He blushed, “I know it’s nothing too fancy, but when I’m a huge star I’ll get you a proper one. I just wanted to give you that so you know that no matter how famous I become, I am always your star first. ARGH, I’m being too cheesy” he said as he buried his face in his arms embarrassed.

You grabbed his face and kissed him deeply, smiling as he returned it appreciatively. “Zen, unfortunately ” you said breathlessly, “I love you more than anything, don’t ever forget it please.” He was on cloud nine, as he peppered you in kisses. You both cleaned up and started to head back.

He zoomed on his motorcycle, carefully maneuvering his way through traffic when he heard a loud honk and just silence.

Zen found himself gaining consciousness in a hospital room. He smelled the stale air in the hospital and he heard Jaehee stir as she cried out, “He’s finally awake.”

He groaned as he held his head and felt bandages. His leg was in a cast and his shoulders were throbbing. He opened his eyes to see the members of the RFA in front of him, well except-

“Where is MC guys?” he asked as he clutched his head once again, “Yoosung, why are you crying I’m fine?” he exclaimed lightheartedly.

Everyone was silent for a minute and then Zen heard Jumin break the silence, “Zen, I am sorry to in, unfortunately, did not make it. You two were struck by a drunk driver and she was pronounced dead at the scene,” he said stoically.

Zen snorted, “Very funny guys, where is she? Hiding in the hallway?” He started to get up from his bed. The RFA members just looked at him solemnly as it slowly dawned on him. They weren’t joking.

That’s not possible though, there is no way you could be gone. You two were destined for each other, made for each other. How could this happen? “I need to see her,” Zen said forcefully as he abruptly stood up, pushing the members away. 

Seven blocked his path. “Zen please, she’s gone,” he pleaded with her. Zen grew aggravated, “Get out of my way,” he roared as he shoved the red-head to the side. He found Jumin standing in front of him.

“Zen, I understand you are upset but please, you need to rest, you were also badly injured.” Zen couldn’t take it anymore, he felt all of this emotions and frustrations bubble over and he punched the chairman’s son in the face. “MOVE.”

Jumin gingerly touched his lip and swiftly raised his hands to calm his bodyguards down, “Let him go, he’s grieving” 

Zen hurriedly made his way down to the reception desk, “Excuse me, can you tell me where my wife MC is?” The nurse led him over to a room, void of any light. There you lay in the middle of the room, lifeless. Your body was covered in cuts and bruises but you were still as beautiful as ever. No wonder the room was dark, lifeless, you had taken it all when you passed. Just like this room, his life would be reflected like this dull, lifeless.

There was no him without you. He felt tears stream down his face as he began to sob. Everything that he had, it was thanks to you. All of his efforts it was for you, hell he even forgave his family for you. How could he possibly go on? He went to check out of the hospital. His wounds would heal, at least the ones that he obtained from the accident. However, his heart would never heal. Zen knew you were his one.

The funeral was small and quiet, just family and members of the RFA came to show support. Zen was devoid of all emotion; you had taken his heart. He approached your open casket to say some final words when he felt his breath hitch. You were wearing the necklace he had gifted you and everything flowed out of him. He lost energy in his legs as he fell to the ground sobbing. To his surprise Seven and Jumin came to his side, squeezing his shoulder supportively. He recollected himself as he held his fingers to his lips, kissing them tenderly and placing them on your cold blue ones, “Goodbye my love, until we meet again.”  


Jumin:

“Money can’t buy happiness” When Jumin had first heard that, he simply thought it was something commoners used to say to not feel so inferior to people like him who were better off. He foolishly believed that he had everything, and then he met you.

Sure at first he had his suspicions. Would you be another one of those gold diggers that liked him for his brand and money or would you be like his mother and break his heart. You see, he had very little faith in women. His stoic nature was a product of his upbringing; he couldn’t exactly help it.

Yet you understood him at a deeper level than anyone else had. When he lost his mind when Elizabeth the 3rd went missing you were there for him, you understood him and the pain he felt, the loneliness he felt, the fear he had of giving himself to someone just to have them break his heart. You accepted all of that and in turn loved him, the man he is today is all thanks to you.

For once in his life Jumin Han, could say he was actually happy. He had a beautiful wife that gave him everything, including a family. You two had gotten married pretty quickly and when you told him you were expecting twins he was ecstatic but terrified. He wanted to be an amazing father, fill the voids he felt when he was younger and you assured him that he would be amazing. Not only that but he wouldn’t be alone, Jumin had finally found a home.

You had been married for five years now; life was amazing. Jumin woke up every day with a smile. You had given birth to your youngest son two years ago and life was blossoming. Jumin felt blessed every day to wake up next to you. Sure your Elizabeth, your two sons, and daughter sprawled across your bed ruined the mood a tad, but he loved every second of his life.

Seeing you tackle being a mother to all three of his kids and be the poised collected wife of the C&R Heir, he was awestruck at how you managed to do it all. Every day he found himself falling deeper in love with you. 

Because it was your five-year anniversary, Jumin had made sure to have his father watch his children. He needed time with you alone and he loved his kids but this was his day with you. Money was never an issue with Jumin, but he knew you hated all the extravagant presents. So he took you to a suite in a hotel and made you dinner. Candles and all, the table filled with your favorite foods. 

He loved it because to him, the little things were what made your bond stronger. He rested his head in your lap and you just enjoyed each other’s company. Sure it wasn’t lavish and expensive but this was exactly how you two loved it.

Jumin abruptly sat up and turned to you, “MC, if you would please be honest with me my love. Have I done a good job as a husband, loving you, caring for you?” 

You grabbed the poor man’s face and hugged him tightly, reassuring him that yes, you were the luckiest girl in the entire world.

Jumin closed his eyes and breathed in your scent, his heart pounding, tears threatening to fall. It’s odd, everyone teased him for being robotic and stoic, but you stirred all types of emotions in him. 

It was getting late and you two knew that the Chairman had probably had his fill of his grandchildren. You two made your way down the stairs and settled next to each other in the car, cozying up to one another. The driver started up the car and made its way down a busy intersection when your vehicle was stuck.

Jumin felt his body fly forward as he lost his grip on you. He awoke outside the vehicle, lying on the cold hard ground. He groaned as he grabbed his head in agony, his skull was throbbing. He heard sirens in the distance and he looked around and finally spotted you.

He made his way over to you, but he knew. You had not made it. Not with your body at that angle. He clutched your lifeless body and sobs escaped him. He cried out your name over and over again. Screaming. “Please god, I’ll do anything, please don’t take her. She is the only thing I have ever truly wanted, PLEASE”. 

He cried out, but it was futile. You had left him. What was he going to do? How was he going to survive? You were his everything, his only reason to live, you understood him like no other. What was he going to do, oh mc? He let out another loud cry.

The funeral was painful. The magnitude of despair in his eyes was enormous. He took one last look at you. Hair, that you changed every day, always making you beautiful not matter how it was styled. Your eyes, that captivated him, the mischievous glint, how they sparkled when you smiled. Your smile, that gave him warmth and solace. Your arms which embraced him, finally giving himself a home after all these years of being alone. He couldn’t, he didn’t want to go back to the cold loneliness he felt before, the abyss of darkness he felt of being devoid of any emotions.

He turned; he was going to let Assistant Kang know that he was going to pour himself into work. Not to be bothered, he couldn’t deal with emotions they were too troublesome. He saw his three children, your three kids, in the arms of the RFA.

You hadn’t left him alone after all. He broke down once again as he embraced his children. How could he forget? How could he abandon them?

Emotions weren’t troublesome. After all, all three of your children were born from the love you two had. He wouldn’t regret a second, not one moment of him being with you. He wanted it all, the good, the bad, the heart-wrenching.

He kissed your forehead for the last time, “Thank you, my love, for everything you have done and everything you have given me. Words can’t begin to explain how much I love you, but just know that I do. Don’t worry, I will take care of the kids properly and love them just as much as I love you. Wait for me my love, for I will be forever yours.”


Saeyoung:

He didn’t deserve you. Seven knew that he knew it better than anyone in the world. The problem was he was madly in love with you. From the second he had laid his eyes on you on the security camera, he knew he was in trouble.

He also knew that he was no good for you. But the more you two talked the deeper he fell for you. You were perfect for him; he wanted you. This was him though; he didn’t get a happy ending. He was sentenced to a life of misery.

He pushed you away; it hurt him more than it hurt you. You, however, were as stubborn as ever and he was happy you were. Every step he took back from you, you took ten forward. He didn’t want to hurt you, he wanted you to be happy and safe, even if that meant that he had to be mean to you and show you better options.

He couldn’t do it though. At the end of the day, he loved you, more than anything in the world. To his disbelief, you loved him too. After the whole debacle with Mint eye and his brother, you two could finally be together.

Everyday Seven had to pinch himself, to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Surely there wasn’t a catch, right? There was no way he could be this happy without any catch? There wasn’t though, it was simple you loved him and he loved you. 

You had gotten married after a year and were celebrating your two-year anniversary. He couldn’t believe it, he had spent two years with you as his beloved. To be with him through sickness and in health, through good and bad, he would do it all as long as it meant you would be by his side.

It was your two-year anniversary but he planned to do the same thing every year. He packed up a fulfilling lunch of HBC and Ph.D. pepper and you two hopped into one of his babies and made your way to the countryside. Stargazing was your favorite pastime, sure you weren’t able to get married at the space station, but you would take a look at the stars every anniversary.

You lay on the blanket giggling gazing at the stars, as Saeyoung looked at you. You were so beautiful; he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to find someone as amazing as you in his life. You were there for him when things were rough and he was so lucky. He felt his eyes fill with tears and drops trickle down. “Fuck,” he cursed.

You looked over at him, worried at his sudden sadness, “Saeyoung, what’s wrong babe?”

He pulled you into a tight embrace and kissed you. “Nothing, absolutely nothing is wrong as long as you are going to be with me forever.”

You giggled as you wiped the tears from your redhead’s face. “I plan on being here forever mister, so don’t try to get rid of my any time soon,” you joked. He laughed as he grabbed you to cuddle. 

It was nearly dawn; you two began packing your stuff to get ready to head back. In the distance, Seven saw a vehicle, which struck him as odd since this area was extremely deserted. He saw the vehicle zoom closer and recognized it, as someone from another intelligence agency.

He yelled at you to get down, as he sprinted towards you. It was too late, you turned and he saw the confusion etched on your face as your body was thrown into the air. You hit the ground with a sickening thud. He pulled out a gun from his car but it was too late, the perpetrator had gotten away.

He sprinted to your limp body, praying with everything he had, that you were ok. That God was not so cruel to take you from him. He pleaded, bargained, begged him, saying that he would leave your life forever, that he should take him instead of you.

It was too cruel. He was the target, why had they come after you. Why did this happen to everyone he loved? Was he cursed? Damned to roam this planet, forbidden to get close to anyone or anything. Please God, if you’re there, don’t take her away from me. She is all I have ever wanted. I will do anything, anything you want me to JUST PLEASE DON’T DO THIS. 

He sobbed ad he lifted your lifeless body into the car. He saw a tiny box wrapped up sitting on the passenger seat, which belonged to you. He opened the box carefully, wondering what on earth you could have gotten him.

He held the note and read it in disbelief, “Dearest Saeyoung, now my love you can make all the stupid dad jokes you want. I love you.”

His hands shook as he held up the positive pregnancy test. Tears flowed out of his eyes as he screamed. You were pregnant. How could the world be so cruel?

He cried and punched his seat until his throat was raw and his fist were bloody. There was only one emotion running through him now. He drove back to his house, contacted the RFA and held a small funeral; halfway through he disappeared, he couldn’t take it.  God damn it MC, I told you, I told you I was no good. Sure I would be heartbroken, but I’d rather that than have you dead. 

He went off the grid; his bloodlust was the only thing that he felt. He didn’t stop, he hunted day and night for the people who did this, for the people that took away his one source of happiness; the people who robbed him his wife and child.

Vengeance was the only thing that was on his mind. He finally found the perpetrators and exterminated them. He felt nothing; he had accomplished the final thing he had to do. MC, I can’t do it. I can’t live without you or our baby. I’ll see you soon.

He lifted the gun and held it to his head; he wasn’t scared. He was going to see you, and finally be happy. With a pull of the trigger, he made the ultimate profession of love for you.


Saeran:

He never said, “I love you” to you. Which seeing that you two had been married for a year, seems odd. Sure he felt it and you conveyed it verbally more times than he could count.

He did love you. He didn’t know why he couldn’t say it. It was your one year anniversary and Saeran was determined to say it to you today.

He chalked it up to nerves but honestly. Saeran had no idea why you were with him. You were beautiful, smart, kind and patient. It seemed that everyone in the RFA loved you, but you wanted to be with him. Was it because you felt bad for him? Did you pity him?

As pathetic as it was, even if that were the case, Saeran would take it. You made every day bearable. He loved how warm your embrace was. How your eyes seemed to light up when you spotted him in the crowd. How you always did all the talking but always remembered the little things he would say. He loved you. It was as simple as that.

Being with him wasn’t a walk in the park. Sure he had gotten better but you had been with him for five years. It took him four years to open up to you and even then he couldn’t say those three stupid words. He knew, that you knew how he felt. It was nice to hear it though, just like how his heart swooned every time you told him, he wanted you to melt as well.

He began walking over to your usual ice cream parlor for your annual date when he spotted you outside. He groaned inwardly, how was it possible for you to be this cute? You turned and spotted him, lighting up immediately, and he felt the heat rise to his face.

You excitedly grabbed his hand as you grabbed your ice cream and made your way to the park to cloud watch. You were happily chatting away as Saeran began feeling down. You deserved everything in the world, someone to tell you that he loves you every second of the day, someone affectionate and kind, someone that was the complete opposite of him.

He felt a pang in his chest. Maybe you deserved better, maybe he should let you be happy. Was he holding you back? He dropped your hand and began walking the other way 

“Wha- Saeran? Where are you going?” you called as you chased after him.

“I can’t do this. I need to go home. We need space,” he said as he began crossing the street.

“Saeran, a break? I love you! What do yo-” you were interrupted by a loud honking sound as you were flung into the air.

Saeran hearing the commotion, turned around only to see you sprawled on the ground. He broke out into a run, his feet pounding the pavement. No. NO. NO. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You deserved better. He was giving you a shot to be better. You were right behind him how did this happen. He shouldn’t have turned around.

He finally made his way to your body, as he lifted you onto his lap. His hands were wet and matted with blood, he let out a sob, “No, MC, babe I’m sorry you can’t leave me. I’m sorry please, say something anything please.”

Tears began flowing down his face. He called and ambulance and then his brother, “Saeyoung, I don’t know what happened she was right behind me and now she’s bleeding, please oh god.”

He broke down crying hysterically. He couldn’t do this. He had never loved anyone like you. He never wanted to love anyone else but you. He heard you groan, “Sae- Saeran? Don’t cry love, I’ll be fine.”

His body shook, even now you were tending to him. He cried, tears flowing freely down his face, a siren in the distance alerted him that help was near. He saw your eyes flutter lightly, “Hey no, no. MC stay with me. I love you. You hear me you idiot, I love you so you can’t leave me ever.”

Your eyes fluttered, the ghost of a smile played on your face, “You finally said it… I love you too Saeran. I lo-” and with that, your head lolled to the side. He kissed you, saying “I love you” chanting it like a mantra that could possibly bring you back to life. 

He watched as the EMT’s lifted your lifeless body into the ambulance. They pronounced you dead at the scene. He saw his brother and broke down in his embrace. Why didn’t I tell her that I loved her sooner? Why didn’t I tell her I loved her every second of every day? Why is life so cruel?

He couldn’t even attend the funeral. He saw your face and locked himself in the bathroom to cry. He spent his days at your grave, and he spent his nights awake, often crying himself to sleep, just to repeat the cycle the next day. He loved you more than anything in the world and he couldn’t believe you were gone. He didn’t know what to do without you. He was empty. The only thing he seemed to be able to say was, “I love you MC”. If only I had been able to say it to you before it was too late.


WOW. Holy shit this was a loooooong one and hella depressing. OMG, I like low-key cried a few times while writing this. Worse because I played this song on a loop while I wrote this D:  be warned kiddies. But um hello? Who is amazing for reading this long ass ficlet, that is a bit rusty because of this ol’ writer, YEAH DAS RIGHT YOU BABY GORILLA <3
Just a friendly PSA- so just like in the fic, driving can be super dangerous. Please make sure that you all drive safely and responsibly because it’s not only your life that can be affected. Let me know which fic broke your heart the most >:D As always I love you guys <33333333 MUAH <3

Zach Dempsey Imagine

Hey guys
I know this is my TWD blog but I watched 13 Reasons Why and that really made me want to write about it.
But I just want to see how my imagine goes before I think further.
So whoever wants to read it, can read it and the rest of you can just ignore this pist. Hopefully I will be back with TWD soon, writers block on TWD stuff sucks :/

Anyway, enjoy the Zach imagine ;) :) https://thirteenreasonswhyimagines.tumblr.com/ Here is my 13 Reasons Why blog :)


Liberty High.
Home of the Tigers and therefore home of my boyfriend’s team.

Zachary Dempsey and I have been a couple for few month now and even after Hannah’s death and her tapes, nothing could tear us apart.
I understood, why Zach did what he did and I sure as hell wasn’t thrilled about it but it happened and he feels sorry for what he did.
Because he knows that it was part of Hannah’s suicide after all.

But she is dead and she’ll never come back and it’s horrible because no one should be treated like that:
But Zach decided to get over it and go on with his life, just more careful about his actions now.

“So, you coming to the game tonight?”, Jessica walks by my side as we enter the school and I grin a little while I make my way over to my locker.
“You bet I am. Wanna hear a secret? If he plays well tonight, Dempsey is getting a very personal reward.”, Jessica raises an eyebrow before she bursts out in laughing and walks to her locker with me.
“You’re nasty, Kate. I don’t even wanna know what you’re doing with Zach.”, she laughs and I wipe some hair out of my face.
“Yeah, because you and Justin always keep it personal, right?”, I laugh and together we walk over to the classroom where Zach is already waiting for me.

“Ugh, I’ll give you two a minute.”, Jess laughs before she enters and Zach wraps her arms around my waist to pull me closer.
“Morning beautiful.”, he smiles and I can’t help it but blush a little before he presses his lips against mine.

This is the kind of kiss that I can feel in my bones and I almost freak out because we have to got to class right now.

“Dempsey you’re making me horny.”, I laugh as he kisses my neck.
But the moment doesn’t last long because Mr. Porter lets out a cough and we enter the classroom with a huge grin on our faces.

“You guys are disgusting. Get a room or something.”, Justin laughs and I shake my head as I take my seat next to Zach.
As usual he pulls me close so that I can lean against him, while his arms are wrapped around me.

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Could you do a little fic of some sort with Noctis' sister dating Ignis and ignis proposing, and it being a big deal in the kingdom with their beloved princess getting married, maybe nsfw? Of course you do what cha want with this request if you choose to write anything like this, anyway thanks for your time, love your work, you're a very talented writer!

Underdressed

Ignis x fem!Reader
Word Count: 2,789
NSFW

Have I ever mentioned how the “Noct’s older sister” trope is one of my favourites when it comes to FFXV fics? I love love love it. So here is some fluff and a touch of smut, but also some feelings because I love writing tender moments. 

Tagging some friends! @iinkpools @chocobro-daydreams @ladyscientia <3 Enjoy!

When Ignis had invited you over to his apartment for dinner, you thought nothing of it. He cooked for you all the time, always had a new recipe that he wanted you to try, so you went over to his apartment after a council meeting with your father.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket as you rode the elevator up. It was from your younger brother, Noctis. You checked it and quirked an eyebrow. All he had sent was a photo of him and Prompto, exaggeratedly winking at the camera. You rolled your eyes and put your phone back into your purse and walked out of the elevator once it had reached Ignis’ floor.

You knocked on the door and when Ignis opened it, you saw that he was dressed in a suit. You glanced down at your clothes, an ordinary black asymmetrical top and ripped up jeans, and then back to his formal attire.

“Something tells me I’m underdressed.”

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Happier, Aren’t You?

Requested.
Who:
Tom Holland
Song: Happier by Ed Sheeran (This song fucked me up by the way)

Part One ||| Part Two ||| Part Three 

Saw you walk inside a bar
He said something to make you laugh
I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours
Yeah, you look happier, you do

Oh, ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you
But ain’t nobody need you like I do
I know that there’s others that deserve you
But my darling, I am still in love with you


Tom could feel his chest tighten at the sight of [Y/N] and her new boyfriend walk into the same bar he was about to head into. It was difficult to be this close to her. Tugging at his tie to loosen it, he flickered a look towards Harrison who was cautiously waiting for his reaction.

“You good?” Harrison asked. 

Nodding and shrugging his shoulders, Tom cleared his throat. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good, I’m good.” Clearing his throat again, he motioned towards the bar, “Let’s go.” 

Harrison pursed his lips, “You sure? There’s another pub down the street we can hit.” Harrison had been against Tom’s decision on breaking up with [Y/N]. He knew Tom like the back of his hand, there was no way that Tom was ever really, truly going to move on. 

“I said I’m good, let’s go. All our friends are going to this one.” Tom replied with a colder tone than he had meant to. 

“Alright, mate. Let’s go then.” 

Tom’s heart was racing, they hadn’t spoken since the day after he had broken up with her. He had checked up on her, knowing in his head that it was too soon to be texting her but he couldn’t resist in hearing her voice one more time. She had sounded absolutely broken and he knew she had been crying all night. The call lasted only thirteen seconds but it was thirteen seconds of confirmation that he had made the biggest mistake. 

He hadn’t fallen out of love with her like most people did in his kind of situation. Tom just couldn’t find time to make her his number one priority like he wanted to. And to him that wasn’t fair to her. He wanted to treat her like a Queen, like his world revolved around her because at one point, it completely had. With his newfound fame, she became second to a lot of things and even though it seemed like she didn’t mind, it bothered him. 

As soon as he walked into the bar with Harrison, all of their friends cheered and hollered. He laughed along with them, telling himself to not search for her. But, it was like a magnetic pull, his eyes found hers instantly. She was the first one to pull her gaze away and he was thankful for that because he wouldn’t have been able to if she hadn’t. 

“Come on, Tom. They saved us a table over by the bar.” Harrison shouted over the music and chatter. 

Nodding, Tom finally tore his eyes from her and followed his friends. He desperately tried to ignore the fact that [Y/N] was just a few feet from him. Laughing with friends, he had to remind himself to fake the smile that his friends wanted to see. Eventually, it became a little bit easier with each passing hour and with each passing beer. Soon, the idea of [Y/N] being there was fading until he received a notification on his phone. Glancing down, his heart sank a little.

@yourusername just posted a picture for the first time in awhile, check it out.

Knowing that he shouldn’t engage in looking at her Instagram, Tom ignored his better judgement and swiped to look.

@yourusername happy ✌️

Tom chewed on his lip, bringing the bottle to his mouth. He took a swig before double tapping the picture and clicking his phone off. Continuing to fade in and out of his friends conversation, he couldn’t help but think of how different he would feel if she was sitting next to him. Or if it was his hands holding onto hers. 

“I’ll be right back.” Tom said as he leaned towards Harrison’s ear.

“Want me to come?” 

Shaking his head, Tom sighed. “Nah, man. I’m just going to get some air.” 

Harrison nodded, “Alright…” He could read between his words but respected his decision to go alone. 

Pressing a smile, Tom patted his shoulder and headed towards the exit. Running a hand through his hair, he broke apart the neatly gelled style. Looking up, he searched to find some stars. One of his favorite pastimes with her. Stargazing. But the city was far too lit for him to find any. Sighing, he started to walk a little, wanting to just go to bed and forget of having seeing her with him. 

“Did you intentionally like my picture or was it something petty?” 

 Tom jumped at the sound of her voice, swiveling to face her. His mouth sat open, shocked to see her standing in front of him. She looked ten times more beautiful up close, it hurt. “[Y/N]! Uh, um, I.” 

Stepping closer, her voice was firm with her eyes glossed over. “I can’t do this, Tom. Please just don’t remind me of you.” 

“[Y/N],” Tom bit his lip, “I, uh, I, um. I just want you to know that I’m glad you found someone.” Looking down at the sidewalk, he mumbled out. “I’m happy that you’re happy.” 

“I am happy, Tom.” She responded, her voice quivering slightly. “But the thing was, was that I was happy with you too.” 

Tom closed his eyes, sighing. “Love,” 

Shaking her head, she gritted her teeth, “Don’t call me that.” 

Opening his eyes, he looked up at the sky. His teeth still scraping over his lips. “I made a mistake,” he said defeated. 

[Y/N] scoffed with tears in her eyes, nodding. “Yeah, yeah you did.” 

Finally meeting her gaze, “You look happier with him then you did with me. So it wasn’t really a mistake for you to love me.” 

Her brows knitted together, her hand reaching for her torso, “A mistake for me? Are you mad?” [Y/N] twirled in her steps, her hand running through her curls. “You only think I’m happier with him because you aren’t happy. I was incredibly happy with you Tom.” Shaking her head, she frowned. “You broke up with me because you wanted me to be treated the way you thought I deserved. Little did you know the way you treated me was everything I wanted.” 

“So you aren’t happier?” Tom asked quietly.

[Y/N]’s mouth opened and then closed. Sighing, she looked away from him, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “I am happy with him. But I’m not sure I love him yet and that was the difference between our relationship and this one. I loved you with everything in me so of course I was happier then.” 

Tom kicked a pebble, shoving his hands in pants, he murmured. “I was happier with you then I am without you.” Looking up, “If he ever decides to be stupid like me and lets you go. I’ll be here, [Y/N].” 

 “How can you still love me after I’ve moved on?” 

“I’ll never hold it against you for finding someone, love. Because there are so many others that deserve you but I’m still in love with you and always will be.” Pressing his lips, he flinched as he felt rain drops hitting his face. “Would you tell Haz that I’ve gone back to the hotel?” 


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Without a doubt ♡ Ethan

Request: ‘’can you do one where ethan is dating a girl who’s not a size two she’s a little bigger and when they are out fans stop them and one girl calls her fat and saying she probably can’t even wear his clothes like a normal gf cause they don’t fit so she goes back to the apt and cries and he is panicked cause he can’t find her and he rushes home and asked what happened and cuddles her tells her that’s she’s perfect he doesn’t want a size 2 girl her loves her and falls asleep in his shirt happy‘’

Response: Thanks for requesting :) I am finally done with school so I’m going to start posting more regularly now! I hope you like it xx (I suck at titles but oh well haha)

Warning: I don’t speak English so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)

Tonight had just been perfect. The stars were out and shining, the city was bustling and your stomach was full of delicious food you just ate at your favourite restaurant. You brush your head against Ethans large arm why he strokes his thumb over your entwined fingers. With closed eyes you inhale the cold but fresh air while Ethan and you walk down the street, on the way back to his apartment. It felt like the world was at peace and there were no problems. Of course there were, but you liked the illusion.

‘Are you tired?’ Ethan asks softly. The sound of his voice vibrates through his arm to your ear that was pressed to his arm. ‘A little,’ you respond, letting out a deep yawn. Ethan chuckles and tightens his grip around your waist. ‘Just hold on, baby. We’ll be home in a few minutes.’

Unfortunately that’s not going to happen, you think as you see a group of girls walking down the other side of the street. Most of them were busy on their phone, but a few weren’t and recognise Ethan. Their eyes grow big and they stand still so abruptly that the girls behind them bump into them. ‘Ethan? Ethan Dolan?!’ They don’t even look if a car could ride them over when they run towards you and your boyfriend. A few seconds later you are surrounded by a whole group of giggling excited girls.

‘Ethan, Ethan! Can you make a selfie with me?’ several girls ask him, but before Ethan answers he focuses his eyes on you. ‘Is it okay?’ ‘Sure, E! Don’t worry ‘bout me,’ you say. He smiles at you lovingly before he pays attention to his fans. You let go of his warm hand and take a few steps back so could give him and the fans some space.

You absolutely loved seeing E interacting with his fans. He took the time for every single one of them and tried to answer all of their questions, always staying kind and polite. You didn’t even felt uncomfortable when he kissed a fan on the cheek, because you knew it was only because they asked and there was no meaning behind it. And you could know, because damn, he kissed you in a whole different way. Your cheeks heat up at the thought of his soft kisses and the touch of his hands. The entire time Ethan was taking pictures with the girls his eyes would flicker from them back to you, making sure everything was okay.

Suddenly you notice a few girls who already got a picture standing a meter away from the whole group. They were whispering while looking at you from head to toe, which gave you an unpleasant feeling. Were they judging you? One of them, a beautiful tall, blond girl, walks up to you. She doesn’t even say hi. ‘You are Ethans girlfriend, aren’t you?’ The way she said it made you feel even smaller than you already were next to her. You frown your eyebrows, surprised that she talked like she was so much better than you.

‘Yes, I am.’ The girl clicks her tongue disapprovingly. ‘Oh,’ was all she said. You knew you shouldn’t care, but you did anyway. ‘Why?’ The girl let out a small, humorous laugh. ‘Have you even looked at yourself? It surprises me that Ethan still wants to walk next you. I bet you don’t even fit into his clothes.’ It felt like someone just smacked you in the face. ‘What do you mean by that?’ The girl rolls her eyes. ‘Are you dumb or something? You look like a pig. Ethan deserves a girl who is just as pretty as him, and you definitely aren’t.’

Wow, that hurt. Really bad. You don’t know what to say, so just stare at her. How in the world could someone say that? Doesn’t she have feelings? Just until now you realise you were crying; your sight was getting blurry. You look at Ethan who was laughing at something a fan said to him. You angrily wipe the tears from your cheeks and start walking back to the apartment. You just couldn’t stay here anymore.

You were running up the stairs, going to Ethans bedroom. You crawl onto the bed and burry yourself under the covers, trying to hide yourself from the negative thoughts that were now filling your head. Most of the time you were pretty confident, but when someone said something like that to you your self-esteem was hard to find. You knew you weren’t the skinniest girl, but you had never considered yourself as fat.

Yes, you weren’t a size two and you were little curvy, but Ethan always pointed out he liked that about you, just as everything else about your appearance. Now you start thinking that he only said that because he wanted to make you feel good. And perhaps the girl was right; maybe you should tried to lose weight.

When Ethan realised you were gone, he apologized to the fans and quickly went home. He didn’t even want to think about what could have happened to you or what he would do if you weren’t at his apartment. When he reaches his apartment he’s totally out of breath, but still runs up the stairs with to steps at a time.

‘Y/N?!’ Ethan yells. ‘Shit, Y/N!’ he says when he sees you on the bed, wrapped in his sheets. ‘Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving? I was scared that something had happened to you!,’ he says loudly, sounding a little angry. When you don’t answer because of your uncontrollable crying, he lowers his voice. ‘Babe, what’s wrong? What happened?’

‘Nothing, please leave me alone,’ you say with a muffled voice. Ethan walks up to the bed, sitting down at the side. ‘I’m not leaving until you say what happened. Please,’ he adds when you don’t move or answer. He sounds miserable, like it was his fault you were crying in his bed. With a sigh you pull the sheets back and look at him. His face is worried and his mouth is a thin line, but of course he still looked amazing.

‘Do you think I’m fat?’ you quietly ask. Ethan blinks his eyes a few times as if he didn’t heard what you said. ‘What?’ ‘You heard me.’ Ethan shoots closer to you. ‘Of course I don’t think you’re fat! Who even made you think that?’ Your lips tremble, trying to hold back the tears. ‘T-This girl said… That I’m…’ You start crying again, hiding your face behind your hands.

‘Hey, hey… Come here,’ Ethan says softly while he puts his arms around you, pressing you gently against his chest. He smelled heavenly. He smelled like home. ‘Sshh… It’s okay,’ he calms you down. When you slowly stop crying, he pulls back and rests his large hands on your thighs. ‘Y/N, you should never let people get to you… I know it’s hard, but they are just jealous. Believe me. You are stunning and I love your curves! No one can tell me otherwise.’

You look at him. ‘Even my thighs? And my belly?’ you ask, looking up to him. ‘Yes,’ Ethan answers immediately. ‘Even when my hair is a mess and I look like a panda?’ you ask. ‘Without a doubt,’ he chuckles and leans in to put a sweet kiss on your nose. You put your hands on his cheeks and kiss his warm lips.

Ethan could taste the salt of your tears. He kisses them away while stroking your thighs. He knew you weren’t in the mood now, so after a minute he slowly pulls back, looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever seen. ‘Do you want to stay tonight?’ he whispers, stroking your cheek. ‘I would love to, but I don’t have any clean clothes with me…’ you answer.

Ethan stands up, walks to his drawers and comes back with a clean t-shirt. You raise your arms and pull your sweater over your head. You notice Ethan staring at your chest when you unclasp your bra.

Ethans fingertips stroking your arms while he helps you putting on his shirt made you get goosebumps on your whole body. You both take off your pants and get comfortable in bed, laying down in a spooning position. ‘I love you, E,’ you whisper. ‘I love you so much more. Good night, Y/N,’ Ethan says and places a sweet kiss on your cheek.

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Loneliness - Tom Wilson

A/N: This wasn’t requested. I’ve just been having a really stressful weeks and needed to write something that nobody had requested in case I wrote something really shitty. It is long, but I hope you like it xx.

Word count: 3333

Warnings: Anger. Swearing. Sadness.

Master list

Originally posted by hail-to-the-goalies


I turn around in bed, trying my best to get comfortable. The room isn’t cold, but my bones are freezing. The bed is huge, but I’m lying on the edge. I have everything I’ll ever need, and yet again I feel helpless. It is always the same; it is the same loneliness that hunts me every time Tom is away… And I’m not sure if it is worth it anymore.  There are days when I just want to run away, go back to my home and never look back,; but this is Tom’s dream, and if I love Tom, I need to learn to love his dreams just as much as I do him.

Jack jumps onto the bed and lies against my back, melting part of the ice inside of me. Getting Jack had been Tom’s idea so I wasn’t alone every time he was on a trip with the team, but the Australian Shepherd could not replace Tom. He was a good boy nevertheless.

“Hi, buddy.” I whisper, turning around to pet his fluffy head.

Jack has learnt to sense my mood, because he lifts his head and licks my hand, making me smile for the first time today.

“You are the best boy in Washington DC.” I say to him and he picks up his ears, turning his head and looking overall adorable.

I’m whispering, even though that I’m alone in the apartment and no one would care if I scream, but after spending the whole day quiet I don’t think that I can make myself to speak any louder. I spend another hour turning around and petting Jack until I fall into a tormented sleep where I’m alone and I can’t escape my own demons.

Waking up in an empty bed is just as bad as going to sleep alone, so I roll off of it as soon as I open my eyes. I walk towards to the kitchen, the wooden floor cold against my bare feet, and start making coffee when I hear the front door opening.

“Hello?” Tom’s voice is loud and I wish I could just cover my ears.

“Hey.” I answer him, my voice much calmer than his while I keep working on making coffees for both of us now.

“Hello, beautiful.” His voice is about to burst my eardrums when he walks in the kitchen.

I don’t say anything and I keep working on the coffees, pouring almond milk and hazelnut syrup on mine, and a sugar in his black coffee. I hand him the mug and turn around to face him. He is as handsome as always; his hair is messy and his blue eyes are bright.

“Hi.” I just say, and I try to give him a small smile, but it comes like more of a grimace than a smile.

He doesn’t seem to notice, because he leans in and kisses the corner of my mouth softly. I don’t know why this time is different, but I can’t pretend that I’ve been okay this time, so I just look down and wrap my hands around my cup seeking the warmth of the beverage.

“Where is Jack?” He wonders, looking around for our little rascal.

“He was still sleeping when I woke up.” I explain to him and he huffs. “Jack, dad is home!” I call out for him and seconds later we hear the four paws running through the hall. Jack jumps around Tom, excitement clear in his pretty eyes.

I’ve always thought that Tom chose Jack because their eyes look the same; they go from icy blue to the color of a stormy sky, hitting every color in between. One of my favorite games is to name every color I see on Tom’s eyes; he finds it hilarious when I tell him that his eyes are ‘the color of the sky on a summer day when it is too hot to go out’ or ‘the color of a smurf’s butt”.

“Hello buddy, I’ve missed you.” Tom throws himself to the ground, not caring about the suit he is wearing.

I look at the way they play on the floor, Tom getting on his four and grunting and for a second I feel happy, but the feeling washes away when I remember that this is temporary, he is going to leave again.

“I’m taking a shower.” I say, walking to the bathroom and shutting the door.

I lean on the door, feeling my eyes sting for the first time in months. I stopped crying about this a long time ago, but today is an odd day and I let myself roll with it. I turn on the shower and undress myself, shivering when I step in, the water still a little cold. The more time I spend in the shower, the more my crying becomes sobbing and I end up struggling to breathe while I cry under the shower. I don’t even hear Tom coming in until I feel his hands around my wrists.

“Ey, ey, ey, what’s wrong?” He asks, using his finger to make me raise my head.

“Nothing.” I say, stepping away from him, hitting my back against the wall.

“Baby, you are sobbing.” He says, a hurt expression in his face and his shirt sticking to his body.

“I said that I’m fine.” I yell and I choke on my own screams.

“Then why are you crying?” He sounds mad now and I turn around, facing the wall and not him, resting my head on the tiles.

“Because I goddamn want to.” I fist my hands in frustration, punching the wall slowly.

“You know what, sweetheart, I can’t read your mind.” His voice is harsh now and I shiver. “So, you either tell me what’s wrong or you stop acting like your fish has died.”

“Or what?” I challenge him, turning around to look at him.

We hold each other’s gaze for what seems like centuries, neither of us wanting to give it up to the other, until Tom sighs and lifts his hand to punch the wall, just as I was doing, but with all his strength.

“For fuck sake, (y/n), talk to me.” He screams, but I don’t even flinch at his bloody knuckles or his cursing.

“I don’t want to talk, Tom.” I simply answer, turning off the shower, wrapping myself with a fluffy towel and walking out of the bathroom.

“Too bad, I do want to talk.” He follows me, leaning on the wall and looking at me getting dressed.

I ignore him, picking a pair of clean underwear, a pair of leggings and a cozy sweater from my wardrobe and putting them on. I take a deep breath, my eyes still stinging, and turn around to face him.

“Talk to me, please.” He begs and I break down.

I sit on the bed, burying my head on my hands. I’m crying again, but this time it isn’t sobbing, they are just quiet tears. The bed shifts next to me under Tom’s weight and I want to jerk away when he rubs circles onto my back.

“I can’t do this anymore.” I say in between hiccups. “I can’t pretend that I’m fine.”

“What is ‘this’?” He asks and I sigh, lifting my head up, my eyes red and my face soaked in tears.

“The loneliness.” I try to explain. “I can’t handle the distance. I can’t handle being alone. I stay awake at night, not being able to sleep because the bed is too big and too cold without you. I make two cups of coffee every morning, just to find yours on the counter realizing that you are not going to drink it. I don’t wash your shirts until the day before you are back because they smell like you. I see more of you on TV that actual real life.”

“Baby, you are not alone.” He tries to cut me off.

“Tom, I am alone all the time.” I wave my hands in front of me. “Yeah, I hang out with the girls, I go to work… but at the end of the day I’m alone here.”

“(y/n), I know that me being on the road sucks, but you have to understand that this is my job.” He states his case. “This has been everything I’ve ever wanted. This is my dre…”

“Your dream.” I finish the sentence for him. “And I understand that this is what you want.”

“Then what’s the problem?” He asks and I bury my hands in my hair, pulling from the roots.

“The problem is that I can’t do this anymore.” I whisper and he looks at me like I have just poured a bucket of icy water on his head. “But because I understand it is your dream I don’t want to make it difficult for you.”

“What does that mean?” He gets on his feet. “WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?”

“What I want to say is that I won’t make it hard for you.” I tell him and I can see the rage showing in his face. “I’ll be gone by the time to get back from practice tonight.”

“So you are giving up on us?” His shirt is still wet and his hair is more of a mess while he runs his hands through his hair. “YOU ARE GIVING UP ON US, JUST LIKE THAT. WITHOUT TALKING. WITHOUT FIGHTING. DO YOU EVEN LOVE ME?”

“This isn’t about love. This isn’t about fighting. It is about both of us being happy.” I say. “You are happy playing hockey and I need to find what makes me happy.”

“You know what? Fuck it. Leave. Today. Now.” His voice is pure poison. “Get the fuck out of my house.” He spits, leaving the room and a few seconds later the house, slamming the front door.


The worst thing about the last week is that I don’t feel any worse than I did before. I’m still hurting, but nothing has really changed; Tom and I don’t see each other, and the only difference is that we don’t talk or text.

After Tom left I packed up as much stuff as I could fit in my car and left the apartment, leaving Jack behind. That’s probably what hurts the most; I’m completely on my own now. But it has taken me a couple days to find a nice apartment to move in and start moving on.

My day has been okay so far; that’s the thing, everyday was just okay. I just want to go to bed one day and feel like it hasn’t been a waste of twenty-four hours, so when my coworkers asked if I wanted to go out for drinks I said yes. The night has been fun, and my coworkers made me smile for the first time in what it seems like forever, so the idea of going back to my apartment wasn’t really appealing.

“C’mon girl, you can do this.” I encourage myself. I need to stop wiping and start moving on.

The doors of the elevator open and I take my heels off, stepping on the soft carpet of the hallway. I turn right and walk down the hall to my apartment when I see it, a figure sitting next to my door. This is Washington after all, so I hold my shoes so I can use the heel to defend myself if necessary and I start walking as quietly as I can towards the unknown figure.

“Tom?” I drop my shoes in disbelief, kneeling down so I can shake him awake. “Tom, what are you doing here?”

It takes him a moment to open his eyes, and when he does I wish he hadn’t; his normally bright and blue eyes are now puffy, bloodshot and grey, with no spark on them. My heart breaks in a thousand billion pieces just because how helpless he looks; Tom Wilson, who could punch his way out of every situation, looks helpless. He opens his mouth for a second but closes it as fast as he has opened it, not sure of what to say. I take that time to straight up, picking my shoes up and opening my bag, looking for my keys. If he isn’t going to talk I might as well just get inside and try to forget how grey his eyes are.

“(y/n), wait.” He says when I insert the key in the keyhole and unlock the door.

I lean on the door, trying to figure out if I want to open the door and get inside and leave Tom outside, both from my apartment of my life, or I want to listen what he has to say. Curiosity wins over common sense because, as my mom says to me all the time, common sense is the least common of the senses.

“Want a drink?” I ask, opening the door and pushing it wide open, inviting him in.

He gets on his feet fast, stumble and hitting the door frame with his shoulder and hissing. I shut the door when we are both in and I stand there, trying to figure out what to do next; what do you do when your boyfri… ex-boyfriend shows up on your door?

“I don’t really have that much to drink.” I confess, walking towards the kitchen and looking inside the fridge. “Beer, orange juice, milk and diet cok…”

“I can’t believe you don’t have diet coke.” Our voices overlap and we both chuckle. “Water is fine.”

I nod, taking a cup from the cupboard and filling it up with chilled water, neither cold nor warm, just as he likes it.

“Thank you.” He says, grabbing it from my hands, our fingers touching for a second.

We both walk around the couch and sit as far from the other as possible. The air is heavy, changed with electricity as both of us look everywhere but the other, neither of us wanting to break the silence. Tom drinks from his cup and I play with my own fingers, picking on a small piece of skin.

“Stop doing that.” He scolds me, giving me a warning look before realizing what he’s done and sinking even deeper in the couch. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s okay. You are right.” I say, putting my hands under my thighs so I can’t pick on my fingers anymore.

“So…” He starts and I look at him, seeing him struggle. “How have you been?”

“It’s been a busy week.” I don’t lie, my week has been busy as hell, but I don’t tell him how shitty it has been as well. “You?” I casually ask.

“Definitely busy.” He agrees, grabbing a coaster from the middle of the coffee table and puts it down so he can rest his drink on the table. “It’s a nice place.”

“It is. It was fully furnished, so moving it has been easy.” The conversation is light, just to fill up the empty space between us.

Tom nods, but doesn’t say anything else. He seems deep in thought and I don’t do anything to snap him off of it, so silence is the king of the room once more.

“I get it now.” I hear Tom’s voice from what it seems far away and I realize that I have spaced out as well.

“What do you get?” I ask, confused.

“What you said.” I raise an eyebrow, not understanding what he is saying and he sighs, frustrated. “The loneliness, feeling alone.”

“Oh, that.” I answer, not really knowing what to say. “It wasn’t that big of a de…”

“But it was, and I’m sorry.” It’s the first time that he is actually looking at me. “I’m sorry that I didn’t understand. I’m sorry that I didn’t listen. I’m sorry that I didn’t notice. I’ve spend a week by myself, just a week, and I felt like I was drowning the whole time.”

Words get stuck in my throat and tears are burning in my eyes, so the only thing I can do I look at his cloudy eyes and hope that he keeps talking.

“I know that I was a jerk, and I know that it is unfair of me to even ask, but I would love to have you back, baby.” He says, and he really looks like he’s taken a huge weight out of his shoulders.

I chew my bottom lip, my mind racing at a thousand miles per hour. I’ve missed him, I’d be lying to myself if I said I haven’t, but I’m not sure that love is enough to heal my shattered heart. I can’t go back to the way the things were before.

“I can’t…” My voice comes out as a whisper. “I can’t go back to the way things were before. I can’t go back to your place. I can’t go back to missing you, having everything reminding me of you.”

“But baby, I love you…” He starts, but I cut him off.

“And I love you too, so much it hurts.” I tell him. “That’s why I can’t do it anymore. Love isn’t supposed to hurt. Love is supposed to make my heart flutter, not break every time you aren’t around.”

Tom’s eyes are glossy and he covers his face with his hands to hide it.

“Come with me then. You won’t be alone.” He says, sounding defeated.

“That’s not how it works. We need to be okay when we are apart, and I’m not okay when you are gone.” I explain to him and he looks at me, tears falling down his cheek.

“I don’t know what to do or say to help you, (y/n).” He looks helpless again.

“I can’t miss you and see you everywhere.” I say, my voice breaking in the middle of the sentence. “I see you everywhere in your apartment.”

“Then don’t be in my apartment. Live here or there or wherever makes you happy. Find a way to miss me with your own terms. Take your time to try to figure out how you want to love me.” He sounds both passionate and defeated. “But don’t leave me.”

I look down at my hands and I feel the couch shift besides me, where Tom has moved. He grabs my hands from my lap and brings them to his lips, kissing my knuckles and my palms and my fingertips.

“Don’t leave me.” He repeats and I break down, sobbing onto his shoulder as he picks me up and puts me carefully on his lap, hugging me like I was a glass doll.

“I feel like I’m so selfish.” I say in between breaths.

“You are not selfish, princess.” He whispers, rubbing circles on my lower back. “You were lonely, and that’s my fault and my fault only.”

“Are you okay with me having my own place?” I ask, looking at his eyes so he can’t lie to me. “Not living together during the season… just until I can figure it out. I need a space that it’s just mine, where you aren’t everywhere.”

“I only see one problem…” I look at him, trying to figure out what’s wrong. “Jack.”

“He’ll go where I go.” I tell him, making it clear that I won’t accept no as an answer.

“But…” He starts complaining but stops when he sees my face expression. “Sure thing, baby. But make sure I see him at least once a week.”

“Of course, pretty eyes.” I tell him, wrapping my arms around his neck, looking at his now bright blue eyes. “We wouldn’t want your kid to forget your face.”

Tom runs a finger down my cheek, collecting the leftover tears.

“I love you.” He says, his forehead pressed against mine.

“I love you too.”

“I want you to feel like we are the couple your poetry books talk about.” He whispers, his lips getting closer to mine.

“We already are.” And our lips crash.

New Addition

Getting back into the writing game.  This is a totally not gonna happen speculation fic for 6x22. Just a conversation for Killian becoming new deputy or whatever he becomes. Because I needed it.

AO3

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. Emma sighed of relief when she finally walked into her home. Not that it was a hard day. Hell, it was simple, easy, and normal, given where they were. All she did was take Henry to school with Regina, paperwork and patrol, and break up a small argument between two dwarves during her lunch break at Granny’s. It had only been a few days, almost a week since they defeated the Black Fairy, and broke her curse. She was reunited with her family, her husband. 

Husband.

It felt good to say that, Emma thought. After everything, she and Killian had bene in almost complete bliss. It felt like they were on a honeymoon without being on an actual honeymoon. Though, they did take a night to themselves on the Jolly Roger, sailed out to the harbor and had the wedding night they were deprived of. But that was a week ago, and things had to go back to normal at some point. Storybrooke needed their sheriff, unfortunately. 

As soon as she stepped into the house, she was greeted by the soothing sight of her husband sitting on the couch, reading. His back was to her, and he must’ve been too invested in his novel to hear her enter. She smiled as she very quietly pushed the door closed and tip-toed across the room to where he sat. He was settled on the end the couch, his hook resting on the arm of the couch, and the book he was reading in his hand, on his lap. It was smaller, something probably about the sea. 

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To an Old Friend, With All My Love

Request: “To you, with regret just made me cry ugly tears, your writing is so beautiful. It makes me feel all kinds of emotions. A part 3, please?”

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Pairing: None

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The knock on the door is loud, strong, assured. Sighing, you push yourself to your feet, leaving the comfy ruby couch behind you.

A tiny body zooms past you as soon as you pull open the door.

“Dorothy, stop!” Exasperation rests comfortably on the pretty face in front of you. Shaking her head, Evelyn meets your amused smile. “Don’t laugh. She’s yours this weekend.”

“I think I can handle an eight-year-old.” You step out of the way so your old friend can lug in a suitcase.

“I said the same thing when her birthday rolled around last weekend but,” she sets the suitcase on an armchair and sighs, “you’d be surprised.”

A shriek of laughter sounds from upstairs. You lift your eyebrows. “She must have found the dolls I bought her.”

Evelyn laughs once. “You didn’t have to buy her any toys. She has plenty.”

Shrugging, you step around her and return to the couch, falling onto it and patting the empty cushion next to you. “I didn’t know if she’d bring any of them. Besides, if I’m going to be the cool, unrelated aunt, I have to spoil her.”

Evelyn sits next to you, crossing her legs. “You know she already thinks you’re better than me. You have no clue how many times she’s asked if you could be her mother instead.”

You smile. “I’m sorry for stealing your child’s affections.”

“Oh please.” She waves her hand. “I know you don’t want them too badly. You’d have to be married to Charles.”

“Is he still spending late nights out?”

She nods twice, somber. “He comes back so late, sometimes I wonder…” she trails off, then looks up at you. “But this weekend trip should do some good, I hope.”

“I hope it does.” You nudge her foot with yours. “I’m always here to talk if you need me.”

She gives you a sad smile. “I know.” The room falls silent save for muffled shouts from Dorothy upstairs. “Hey,” Evelyn perks up, “how’s the marriage front looking for you? Meet any cute men in Bulgaria?”

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Floral

Once again taking revenge on @dadshirtking​! Enjoy, my princess!


The party was in full swing and you were having a great time, sipping a vodka and lime. The place was packed with people, half of which you didn’t even know. It became clear to you that your boyfriend had a lot of friends, ones you hadn’t been introduced to, but you were fine with that. You weren’t a fan of being the centre of attention. It was his birthday party. Tonight was Harry’s night.

23 years he had lived and what a wonderful 23 years they had been. This year was a big year for him. His film would be released in July and he was working on his debut solo album. Just being proud of him was a massive understatement. You and Harry had only been dating for about a year but your heart bloomed with so much love for him that sometimes, it was hard for you to contain it. You loved him more than you ever thought you could love anybody but Harry had that handsome charm that made you fall under his spell within seconds.

Just as you helped yourself to some snacks on the table, a unique British accent hit your ears. You had never met her but you were a huge fan of her. How could you not be? She was Adele! She came up to the table and popped an olive in her mouth, holding a glass of bubbly in her hand. She caught you looking at her and smiled sweetly.

“Hello there, love!”

“Hi.” You squeaked.

“Aren’t you a cutie? What’s your name?”

“I’m (Y/N).”

“What a gorgeous name! So, how do you know our lovely Harold?” She asked. You weren’t offended that she didn’t know who you were. How could Adele know you? You were just about to answer her when you felt a hand place itself on your waist. You knew his touch, you didn’t have to look up to know who the hand belonged to.

“Hello, baby. I see you’ve met Adele.” His smooth deep voice never failed to make your heart beat a little faster than normal. Adele’s gaze darted from you to Harry then back to you, her eyes widening as her hand went to her mouth in shock.

“Oh, dear, you’re Harry’s girl, aren’t you? I’m so sorry, love, I had no idea!” She reached out and clasped your hand in hers, asking for forgiveness. You told her it was OK, giving her a small smile, because you still couldn’t believe you were standing in front of Adele. She wished Harry a happy birthday before taking another olive and going off to chat with some other people.

“Wow.” You choked out.

“Wow what?”

“Harry, you know how much I love Adele! I can’t believe I actually spoke to her!”

“You are adorable when you’re excited.” Harry chuckled. You turned your body to face him and smiled up at him. Why on earth did he have sunglasses on his head at night, you had no idea, but you didn’t ask. The patterned shirt he wore was a birthday present from you. It was no secret to anyone that Harry had a unique fashion sense so the moment you saw the shirt in the shop window, it was a no-brainer for you to buy it for him.

“Are you enjoying your party?” You asked.

“Of course, baby. Especially because you’re here, wearing these pants.”

You glanced down at your legs and remembered the look on Harry’s face when he first saw you in these pants. Red floral pants, very Harry Styles-like, skin-tight and perfectly hugging your curves. Stealing my ideas of clothes, are you? He had said when you walked out into the living room earlier today. What could you say? His sense in fashion was rubbing off on you.

“I know you like them.”

“I love them.” Harry corrected you.

“It’s a shame the boys couldn’t make it.” You said, playing with one of the buttons on his shirt. Even though the other lads were in L.A., they were busy with their own lives and working on their solo music. And Harry understood that.

“I know. But they texted me this morning and they’ll probably tweet me as well. It’s all good. All I need on my birthday is you.”

He was such a sap and you loved that about him. He could be sexy but extremely cheesy too. You giggled a little and blushed. His lips touched your cheek and teased your jawline as you squeaked his name. Then, his mouth was on yours, and you couldn’t care less if pictures were being taken of you two. Harry was happy with you and he had a right to show it.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, birthday boy.” You whispered against his lips, giving him one more kiss and patting his chest. Harry reached behind you and grabbed a glass of vodka and lemon from the table, clinking his glass with yours. You wrapped your arm around his waist as he pressed a kiss to your temple, the stain of alcohol on his tongue. You inhaled your boyfriend’s musky scent mixed with his Tom Ford cologne, knowing it would not be the alcoholic drinks that would be the result of your intoxication. It would be Harry.

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Peter looks up from his breakfast and smiles at Gamora. She just nods at him and starts reading the newspaper. Well, he won’t tell her that she holds it upside down. Groot is still eating and Rocket is half alseep next to him. Even Drax is here, but Tony is missing.

“I am Groot.”

“I don’t care that you are still hungry. That is my bacon!” Rocket growls and holds onto his plate.

Peter smiles and looks around. Where could Tony be? Normally he is the first in the kitchen because he needs his coffee. Its been over two months now that Peter and the Guardians are with Tony in his Tower, after they crashed their ship. His beautiful ship.

Still. Why is Tony not here?

“I am Groot.”

“No i’m not sleeping! I will eat it!” Rocket mumurs even tho his eyes are still closed. Peter shakes his head at them and looks to Gamora.

“Where’s Tony?”, he asks and Gamora doesn’t even look up.

“Already missing your Boyfriend?”, is what she asks back and Peter sputters.

“He is not my boyfriend?!” Peter nearly squeaks. But everyone at the table laughes. Even Drax and Peter is sure that he doesn’t know why.

“Good morning.”

Tony smiles at them when he enters the kitchen and he looks…gorgeous. He just wears an old jeans and a white shirt but the way he yawns and rubs his left eye. He is just too cute.

After Gamora told him that they wouldn’t be together, Peter was really sad. But then they’ve met Tony. And Peter was just…gone. Just like that. And his friends knew this.

“Morning, Tony.” Peter says and he can’t help his smile. Tony smiles back at him and then makes a beeline for the coffeemaker.

“So what are the plans for today?”, asks Tony once he is at his second cup of coffee. He sits down next to Drax, who grunts.

“Working on the ship. Care to join us?”, says Rocket who looks a lot more awake now. Tony smiles at him and shakes his head.

“Sadly no. But i wouldn’t be a help anyway.” Answers Tony and shrugs. Peter wants to say something about that. Because this isn’t true. Tony is always a help and he is a genius! He worked a lot on the ship already and Rocket wouldn’t ask him if Tony wasn’t good.

“Sir? Captain Rogers on the phone.” Friday says before Peter can say anything about Tonys sad look. He always gets the look when he says something about himself like that. Like he truly believes it. Like someone he loves told him that before. Peter wants to scream.

“Oh. I will talk to him la-…”, Tony begins but then they all can hear Captain America in the kitchen.

“Tony? What is the matter with you?”, Captain America shouts already and Tony gets even paler then before.

“I..uhm…can i call you back?” Tony whispers and he looks really afraid.

“What? No! I want to clarify that now!” Captain America growls and Tony stands up. He looks a bit shaken, tho.

“B-but i uh…i have visitors…”, Tony tries again and Captain America laughs.

“As if. Now want to tell me why Bucky is awake? We froze him for a reason, Stark! You know that. Do you want to hurt him again is that what you want?”, Captain America sounds so angry that even Drax looks a bit afraid at the ceiling where they can hear his voice.

“No! I…i made an update and i…wanted to help!”, Tony says now and he looks so desperate, that Peter wants to hold him.

“We don’t need your fucking help. Nobody does!” This is another voice on the phone but it is enough. Without another word Tony runs out of the room. The Guardians are left speechless.

“Captain, here is Starlord. I think you made Tony upset.” Peter stands up now, even if Captain America can’t see that. But his voice is cold.

“Who are you?” Asks Captain America back.

“Peter Quill. A friend of Tony. Rocket, Gamora, Drax and Groot are with me and we are the Guardians of the Galaxy.” Peter says slowly. He doesn’t know Captain America and now he is glad about it. Seems like an asshole.

“The Guardians of the Galaxy? What is Tony going to do now?!” Captain America sounds like they are the bad guys. Peter growls.

“Nothing that i would tell you, but listen. If you ever talk to him again like that, we will find you.” Peter says and Drax gets his knife out of one of his pockets. Peter shuhes him.

“Is that a threat?”

“Yes, Asshole.” Is all Peter says before he leaves, too. He needs to find Tony. He can hear Rockets and Groots voices as he leaves.

“I dont know who you are, Captain. But Tony is the smartest men i know and it means a lot when i say it.”

“I am Groot.”

*
Peter needs nearly an hour to find Tony and when he does he wants to smack himself. Of course Tony is here.

Tony really worked with Gamora und Rocket a lot on their ship the last weeks. And when he wasn’t, he tried to build a smaller ship that fits only himself, so he could visit them.

Peter was so happy when Tony asked them if that was okay. And he was sure the hug from Drax was painful but Tony smiled so wide, that all Peter could do was to smile back.

And now he sits in his little ship. Crying.

Well you know. Tony is a lot of things. And he does a lot of things. He likes to cuddle Peter when they watch a movie late at night. He likes to show Rocket his suits and even made one for him. He likes to cook with Gamora and he even teaches her. He dances with Groot when he is happy.

But Peter has never seen him cry.

Its heartbreaking. And beautiful.

“Tony?” Peter say after a few seconds and Tony looks up at him. Then he wipes his tears away and smiles.

“Oh hey Peter. Do you need anything?” Tonys eyes are still wet and the smile doesn’t look real.

Peter doesn’t answer he just goes over to Tony and nearly sits on his lap, before he hugs him. Tony freezes.

“Peter?”

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?” Tony sounds so unsure and then he cries again. Peter just holds him through it and pets his soft hair. Tony is such a wonderful men and nobody cares.

Peter had known that the Avengers and he had a fight, but he didn’t know it was that bad.

“S-sorry.” Tony says when he stops crying.

“Nothing to be sorry for.” Answers Peter.

“Its just hard to… uhm hear the truth.” Tony says slowly and he doesn’t look at Peter anymore. Peter shakes his head.

“What? He didn’t said the truth. He was just being an asshole.”, says Peter and hugs Tony again. He just likes it, okay? Tony is so warm.

“Don’t let him hear that.” Giggles Tony and Peter smiles, too. It took Tony a while before he would giggle around them. But now he does it a lot and its the cutest sound Peter has ever heard.

“Oh but i told him.” Peter answers and Tony gasped.

“What? But he is…Captain America!” Tony says then and he seems to really mean that. Sounds like he really like him before their fight.

“And I’m StarLord. Which is way better than a Captain.” Says Peter easily and Tony giggles again.

“That is true.”

They sit like that for a while and Peter even plays with Tonys fingers. Tony seems tired now and his eyes are nearly closed. Then he sits back up.

“Oh! And i’m Iron Man. Which means i’m only a men.” Now Tony sounds upset again and Peter pulls him closer. So that Tony sits now on his lap. Perfect. Tony is smaller than him and Peter is a goner for that.

“Nah. Not only a men. Just the best i know.” Answers Peter now and he even kisses Tonys head. Tony shudders.

“Y-you only know aliens, but me. Your opinion doesn’t count.” Whispers Tony and Peter shakes his head.

“Nope. My opinion is the only one that counts. But if it calms you. Rocket and Groot also told Captaim America to fuck himself. And Drax had already his knife out.” Peter tells him and Tony relaxes.

“Really?” Tony asks and he looks so surprised at that. Peter holds him closer.

“Course. We are your friends.” He whispers in Tonys ear and Tony shudders beautifully again.

“It’s just… i miss them you know? I miss Steve so much and i thought he was my friend. And Clint he was so angry at me. And…i just i…really wanted to help! I made an update for Bucky, so he could live withouth being afraid to be controlled again. I thought…that then they all would come back and i wouldn’t be alone anymore.” Tony tells him slowly.

“Come with us.”

“What?” Tony sits up again and he doesn’t seem to be angry that he still sits in Peters lap.

“Come with us. Be a Guardian of the Galaxy. Please.” Peter really means it. When the ship is ready, they need to leave. And he can’t leave without Tony.

“You don’t need me!” Tonys says and Peter kisses his hair again.

I need you.”

Before Tony can protest again, Peter turns him a bit around and kisses him. He can still feel the salt from Tonys tears on his lips, but he doesn’t care. It feels so good. Tonys grip around his shoulder gets firmer. And then Tony kisses him back.

Peter is in heaven.

“Really?” Tony asks shyly when they part and Peter leans his forehead against Tonys.

“Really.” Peter smiles because Tonys face is a bright red now. Tony looks up at him and smiles back.

“Okay. I will come with you.” Tony says then Peter kisses him again, just because he can do that now. Tony giggles.

“But only because you need a Starqueen at your side.”

☆Pregnancy Series☆ Yoongi

JUNGKOOK   JIMIN

How you tell him/happens:

After several years of dating and a few married, Yoongi and you had decided to try to have children. Yoongi, at first, wasn’t sure about having children, for the simple fact that his work occupies a large part of his life, and he was scared of not being able to spend time with his future child.
The real problem came when you tried to get pregnant. 6 months had passed, and no matter how hard you two tried, you couldn’t get pregnant. Yoongi remembered with overwhelm, how every night he hugged you tightly against his chest, knowing that in your head you wondered what were you doing wrong, and you blamed yourself. What if you weren’t able to give children to the person you love so much?

You started to distance yourself a little from Yoongi and the boys, feeling guilty. But all that ended quickly, since one night Yoongi sat next to you on that black couch that was placed in your living room. “If we can’t have children of our own…that won’t stop me from loving you. We can adopt, I don’t care, I just want to live the experience of being a father, and I want to live it with you.” That night you collapsed in his arms, sobbing, and Yoongi, who had never seen you that way, shed some tears for your suffering.

Still, you kept trying. And it wasn’t until you got a big surprise…

Jungkook, being just as kind as ever to you, offered to accompany you to the doctor to do a blood test, because even if Yoongi wanted to go with you, it was impossible for him to take a day off. When you arrived at the hospital and did the tests, they realized that there was something strange, and decided to do more tests, including a urine one.

“Miss Min.” The doctor looked at some papers on her desk. “There is nothing wrong with your health, it seems that the dizziness you feel is due to your pregnancy.” The doctor, who tried to help you get pregnant a few months ago, smiled.

Your eyes widened. Jungkook, who was sitting next to you, offered you his arms. “You two did it.” He whispered, smiling into your hair.

In the car, on the way to Big Hit, no one could take away the smile that was on your face. Neither Jungkook’s smile, who already thought of being the best uncle in the world, Taehyung and Jimin wouldn’t beat him.

The definitive moment arrived, Yoongi was in his studio, along with Namjoon and Hoseok. You went in quickly, and the three boys turned to see what was happening. Yoongi couldn’t help but smile when he saw you, but he also wondered what were you doing there. "What are you doing…” His words were interrupted.

“I’m pregnant, Yoongi.” You ran your hands through your hair, smiling. “Fuck Yoongi, we are going to be parents.”

Your husband was totally paralyzed. At that moment, Jungkook, who was still at your side, looked at Yoongi and smiled at him. “She’s pregnant, Hyung.”

The arms of the person you loved most ended up around your waist, his face hidden in your neck. His right hand on your back, rubbing it lovingly, and his left hand on the back of your neck, drawing you closer to him. “We’ve done it…Damn, we’ve made it.” No one could stop smiling at the news. You looked around, and you realized that your future child was going to grow up surrounded by a mother and a father who would love him/her with all their strength, and 6 uncles who would always be there.


When he knows the gender (3 months of pregnancy):

Yoongi drove with his left hand, while the right hand grabbed yours, resting in your lap. A Hip-Hop melody played in the background, with a soothing softness. Yoongi stared ahead as he drove, but his mind thinking about today, today you would find out if you would have a little girl or a little boy. A smile appeared on his face, although, he tried to hide it by shaking his head or coughing.
“Are you excited?” Your voice sounded sweet, a smile on your face too. Yoongi, waiting for the traffic light to turn green, turned his head to look at you, smiled and released your hand to caress your belly. “I think I’ve never been so much.”


You lying on a hospital bed, Yoongi sitting next to you in a chair, grabbing your hand, when you laughed at the feel of that cold gel on your belly. The doctor, passed that machine on your stomach and showed you your future child. “Oh Oppa! It’s your nose!” You pointed to the screen and the doctor smiled. “Aish, we still can’t know.” Although he tried to deny it, Yoongi knew that it was his nose, and he couldn’t help but smile and think what it would be like.

“Congratulations, it’s a girl.” The doctor congratulated you two, cleaning your belly and with Yoongi’s help, they helped you down from the bed.


After a dinner with Yoongi’s parents and his brother telling them that it was going to be a girl, calling the boys to give them the good news…You fell asleep in your bed. Your eyes closed, your breathing slow and quiet, some strands of your hair were on top of the pillow, while others in your face. You slept on your back, one of your hands in your belly, unconsciously. Yoongi came out of the bathroom that was in your shared bedroom, and smiled when he saw you resting. He lay down beside you, turning off the light so you could sleep.

But Yoongi seemed unable to do so, he moved in bed until his head was resting on your belly. He began to remember the conversation he had with Namjoon, in which he told him that babies were able to listen even though they were in their mother’s stomach. Yoongi kissed your belly sweetly, and rested his ear on your belly. “I’m your father.” He said abruptly. “Probably I will do a lot of bad things and I probably have to learn a lot of things. But I’m going to learn little by little, and I’m going to be a sympathetic father, a father who loves you. I’ll take care of you, and of course, of your mother.” Yoongi swallowed, putting his hand too on your tummy. “I already know that from the instant I lay my eyes on you, I will adore you. Whoever you grow up to be, you will always be my little girl, in pigtails, holding my hand, crying for me to hug you. You will always be my little girl, and everyday of my life I will feel like a little boy opening presents when I’m with you.”

A tear fell down your eye, listening to that beautiful and touching one-sided conversation.


Things he does for you:

  • He would read books about pregnancy and childbirth to be prepared, but he will get scared of the childbirth, hoping that nothing bad happens to his two babies.
  • Even if he is busy, he would try to go to all the medical appointments with you.
  • He tell you a million times to not overwork yourself.
  • He would massage your ankles when he saw they were swelling.
  • Would pat your hair every night to help you sleep.
  • He would try to be patient with your mood changes, and try to talk calmly.
  • When he sees you looking at yourself in the mirror, he would back hug you and tell you, you were still beautiful and sexy.
  • Help you through morning sickness. Going to the bathroom with you and giving you cold water.

And even tho he puts a serious face and tries to not show he is helping you, he would be helping you.


What he enjoy about pregnancy:

  • Thinking about how his little girl will be, and how you and him made that little girl.
  • He would love to design his little girl’s bedroom with the help of his members.
  • He would love to buy Kumamon plushies and 3 onesies of Kumamon, thinking that it was cheesy, but cute.
  • He would absolutely love to buy the champoo and gel for his little girl, choosing one with a baby scent but with a little of fruits scent.
  • Caressing your tummy.
  • Talking to your tummy.
  • Walking on the street grabbing your hand, letting people see how beautiful his wife was and what a beautiful family they will be.
  • Thinking about his little girl having a possibility of liking the same things at him, but he won’t pressure his little girl. Yoongi will be happy with anything she wants to be or like.


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The day of the birth:

You walked with Yoongi’s mother down the streets of Daegu, a cup of water in your hand, while Yoongi’s mother told you one of Yoongi’s famous stories. For example, when he was two years old, he went to the park with his brother to play. Then, he saw a dog doing his needs against a tree, Yoongi decided that he wanted to try and pulled down his pants and diaper, lifting his right leg and peeing against a tree.

You couldn’t stop laughing, like Yoongi’s mother. "Yah, what are you laughing at?” You turned your head to see your husband, walking behind you along with his father and brother. “Nothing sweetheart.” You smiled. Yoongi smiled, not believing anything, but he kept talking with his father about how he was saving money in a separate account for a future project.

“Are we looking for a restaurant? I’m hungry.” Yoongi’s brother let himself be heard, and Yoongi laughed, since a few seconds ago he had eaten an ice cream.

“Oh yes, I’m hungry too.” You added looking at Yoongi.

Yoongi laughed and hit his brother’s stomach. “Hyung, are you pregnant too?” Yoongi’s older brother hit him in the head, while everyone laughed.

You noticed a small pain in the lower part of your belly. And of course, a liquid ran down your leg. You looked down to see that your jeans were wet, then, you lifted your head slowly, to see that Yoongi was watching you, his eyes wide open. “My waters broke.” You swallowed nervously.
Yoongi grabbed your elbows, helping you to walk, and thanked himself for coming here in car. He helped you to sit down and told his parents which hospital you were going to go to.

Yoongi arrived at the hospital before his parents, he helped you get out of the car and grabbed the backpack with all the things you had prepared for the hospital for when your child was born.

At that moment everything began, the doctors trying to reassure you, Yoongi grabbing your hand all the time and asking if your contractions still hurt, Yoongi counting how many minutes the contractions occurred, Yoongi calling your parents and the boys, Yoongi trying to calm you when in reality he was totally frightened…And after a few hours, pushes, sweat and nerves, your beautiful girl was born. Her crying was the only thing that sounded in that room. 

When you had her in your arms you couldn’t help crying, Yoongi couldn’t help it either. “Can I have her?” He asked shyly, whipping a tear. You smiled. “Of course you can, it’s your daughter.”

His daughter, that sounded good to him, really good.

Yoongi sat own on a chair next to you, opening his shirt to put his little girl’s head against his heart, which was really soothing for newborns babies. Yoongi noticed that you fell asleep, and he grabbed your hand kissing it and smiling at you. Then, he looked at that little creation where he contributed.  

And let me tell you, Yoongi didn’t want nobody taking his little girl away from him, it was really difficult to give her for a few moments to the boys, who had come to see their little niece. 

It was a beautiful night. Yoongi woke up at 2:30 a.m because he heard her crying, but he didn’t mind. He soothed her to sleep, singing softly So Far Away.

Valentine's Day special + Hinata, Tendou and Iwaizumi ♥

I feel like I wrote it just, because I wanted to write something for my favourite characters. You’re welcome.


Hinata Shouyou 

‘’Okay guys, we do as we established before. When s/o comes through the gym door, we turn the light on and then Hinata confesses. No one laughs, no one talks. You are just smiling like nice and supportive teammates - you are. Understood?’’ Koushi stated, smiling kindly at every one of them, but something about the way his face twisted was saying that refusal would do them nothing good. So they all nodded happily, already regretting coming to the school that day. 

Tsukishima was fuming inside, not being able to throw any snarky remark, because of his vice-captain earlier threat, that if one of them destroys Hinata’s special day - they will be met with terrible consequences. 

Kageyama didn’t understand the situation at all, going along with the plan and avoiding his growing disappointed, caused by the declination of practice. 

Tanaka and Nishinoya..were just themselves, stressing the poor orange head more and more as the seconds passed by. 

Asahi just sighed. 

‘’This is going to be a disaster.’’ However, the door opened, revealing their captain - Sawamura Daichi. 

‘’I saw her! Turn the lights off and get your shit together! You better do it right! H-HINATA STOP CRYING!’’ They did as they were told, giving Hinata some tissues as he slowly caught his breath. He was finally ready. After two long minutes, a crack of the door was heard in the whole gym and then it was thrown open. Shouyou, who couldn’t stand the pressure, closed his eyes and hold the red rose in front of his shaking figure. Soon the lights were on and it was the time for the final words. 

‘’I-I really liKE YOU! WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?!’’ He screamed at the top of his lungs, with his eyes still tightly closed. Everything around him was dead silent and he couldn’t tell whether it was good or bad. In the end, he decided to open one of his eyes to see your - probably stunned - reaction. He wasn’t prepared for what he saw. 

His coach was looking at him with raised eyebrows, before his palm met his forehead as the snickers of his teammates filled his ears. 

‘’Well, I appreciate your feelings Hinata, but I think we do not..eh..belong with each other. Try again in the future.’’ When these words left Keishin’s mouth, small tears gathered in the corners of his eyes. Everyone stopped making noises for a second and then Hinata erupted. 

‘‘I-I tried so hard! I was confessing everyday to my mirror just to say it right! And now my chances are gone! S/o will never go out with me, I can just die in a hole!’’ He wailed, hot tears running down his cheeks one by one, imitating waterfall. 

And when Sugawara wanted to hug the death out of Hinata, allowing him to cry on his shoulder and ensure that he will have millions of chances, your head popped out behind Ukai’s back. 

‘’Thanks Shou-kun, it means a lot to me. Let’s go out!’’ And that was the time, the small, overwhelmed with emotions crown - fainted. Happy and satisfied, just to be sure. 

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Tendou Satori 

‘’Hi s/o! What a beautiful day, isn’t it?’’

‘’What do you want Satori?’’ You replied to his greeting with an ugly frown and unsettling feeling in your empty stomach.

‘’So harsh! Why do you assume I want something?’’ He gasped theatrically, squeezing his shirt in the place of the heart. Acting obviously, wasn’t his strongest point, he should just stick to the volleyball. No offense.

‘’Don’t try to lie, we’ve known each other for years, idiot. You always want something. It’s as obvious as the fact that we will die.’’ Ignoring his opening mouth, you went to your destination - hoping he would not follow you, but he did shortly after. 

‘’So depressing, I feel like we are kids again! And it’s not true, you can’t just assume that whenever I talk to you I need a favor! But this time I really need something.’’ Yeah, his smile announced something bad or even worse. 

‘’Shoot while I’m still listening. And make it quick.’’

‘’So, Valentine’s Day will be soon and I thought it would be nice if you go out with me.’’ He asked, giving you a sincere smile at which you frowned even harder. That was rather unexpected. He? Interested in you?

‘’To where?’’ You asked, groaning internally. He was a very puzzling person, who could be not only annoying, but also unbearable especially in the morning. And not to mention you were short-tempered. It explained everything tbh. 

‘’Restauration. And a walk. Or first walk and th–’’

‘’No.’’ You interrupted him angrily - rejecting his offer, but for a different reason that he thought you did. 

‘’Oh..-’’ His face twisted in the pained expression, not visible for ordinary people to see, but since you were his friend for a long time - you knew him pretty well. ‘’Okay, then.’’ He turned to walk away from you, but you quickly caught his wrist in your warm hand. 

‘’But-’’ You hold onto his slightly trembling fingers now. ‘’We can go to my or your place, watch stupid videos and movies and talk shit about people. What do you think?’’ He smirked.

‘’Marry me.’’

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Iwaizumi Hajime

Your first two lessons ended pretty quickly, but a lunch break was nicely welcomed, anyway. After standing up from your seat, you stretched legs and headed towards Oikawa’s class, because of his previous invitation to eat with him and Iwaizumi. In a normal situation you would decline and spend time with your own friends, but the fact that Hajime was there made the decision for you.

When you finally saw them sitting next to each other and fighting heatedly, but rather silently - you only smiled at them, ignoring the painful throbbing in your chest upon seeing your crush. 

What do people tend to say? You only live once, yes? Well, no - it’s bullshit. You still were stressing yourself over and felt like you were dying. Every thought hurt not only mentally, but also physically, however, you promised Oikawa to spend time with them and keeping your promises was a priority in your life.

‘’Hey guys!’’ They immediately stopped talking (poor Tooru, silenced with the hit in the stomach), after they saw your approaching form. You smiled and they smiled back, but on the brunet’s face it looked more like a grimace. 

‘’H-hey s/o-chan! Sit next to Iwaizumi!’’ He stumbled, pointing at the empty seat beside his very flustered teammate. 

‘’Okay, is there something wrong? You were arguing just a minute ago.’’ Your curiosity got the best of you as always. 

‘’Ah! Iwa-chan has been just bitter, because I didn’t mention you were coming!’’ He joked, looking kind of better than he was. Although, his words stung just a little bit. 

‘’I can leave if you..’’ You looked at Iwaizumi, trying your hardest not to frown, but despite your greatest fears his face didn’t show anger like you expected, but astonishment. 

‘’N-nO! I WAS JUST SURPRISED, THAT’S ALL!’’ He bowed slightly. ‘’Please stay with us, sorry.’’ His nervousness made you laugh and remember why you fell for him once again. It’s so hard to resist such a precious person.

‘’Thanks! Sorry for misunderstanding!’’

The rest of the break went smoothly, well almost. Life just didn’t want to leave you alone and let you be happy even for one day. One freaking day.

’Soooo—-S/o-chan! Iwa-chan has an important question to ask you! He’s been thinking about it for a while now and I couldn’t stand it anymore!’’ Oikawa laughed loudly, showing how proud of himself, he was, but he was the only content on in your group. Your mind sank into stress again and Iwaizumi’s face showed terrifying, or even devilish furiousness. 

‘’What are you talking about, you jerk?’’ He uttered, which sounded more like a promise to kill and that nasty glare he sent Oikawa confirmed your thoughts.

’Oh, don’t be so shy! He wanted to ask you out, of course!’’ Let’s just say you stopped breathing.

‘’What the fuck? That’s not true! I would neve–’’ And then he looked at your face, twisted in a great sadness with glittering tears in your eyes. It wasn’t the fact that your crush wasn’t interested in you, you were aware of it, but the whole situation was completely humiliating to you and disappearing from their eyes and avoiding them forever was a rather great idea.

‘’Iwa-chan!’’ Tooru screamed, what was only a fainted sound for your running form. You hoped to never see any on those two again.

‘’Wait!’’ Someone, who you assumed was Iwaizumi shouted, but you ignored him. ‘’Waitt, dammit!’’ Thanks to his athlete build, he managed to run up to you and caught your wrist.

’Leave me alone!’’

‘’I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it!’’ He apologized, but you were having none of it.

‘’Yeah, right.’’

‘’I LIKE YOU, OKAY?’’ Your eyes widened and you finally looked at him, only to see he was avoiding your gaze. ‘’I do, really. I wanted to ask you out, but not in front of that stupid shi–I mean Oikawa. I know I treated you like an asshole just a second ago, but I hope you can look past it and I don’t know, give me a chance?’’ And then your eyes meet and the only thing you registered was nodding your head and his warm lips on your forehead.

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