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our little family pt.4 | jimin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 4.7k

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 3 4


Reader’s POV

Readjusting your hat on your head, you rested a hand on your hip before wiping away the sweat that trickled down the side of you face. Who would’ve known that the day you had planned a field trip for the kids was the day of the record highest temperature your city had seen in the last decade.

Clearly you didn’t, because here you were with twenty sweaty, hungry and excited children all screaming and attacking you at once.

“Ms.L/N! Ms.L/N?! MS.L/N~” the children yelled, snapping you out of your trance, the heat making your head spin.

Looking down at the two children tugging at your skirt, they pointed towards the playground nearby and begged, “Can we all go play at the playground over there Ms.L/N? Please~” as they continued to put on their puppy faces, knowing well enough how irresistible they were to you.

Sighing, you nodded and immediately after, the rest of the children followed the two, running towards the playground and attacking the swings, slides and see-saws with all their might.

“Be careful! And don’t figh- Minjae-ah! Get off Eunhae!” you yelled in exasperation, picking up your bag and trudging your way to the playground ahead. Finding a spot in the shade, under a big tree, you set down your stuff on the bench beside it. 

Taking a walk around, you made sure all your kids were playing together, none of them hurting one another or themselves, at the least.

After you finished breaking up a fight over the sandbox, got a screaming kid off the monkey bars who was too afraid to let go and trying your hardest to calm down a crying child who accidentally stepped on an ant and killed it, you went to sit under a large oak tree, wanting to be away from the blinding sun.

Why are children so difficult to handle?  you helplessly thought to yourself as you momentarily laid back against the tree trunk, your eyes fluttering close.

Just then you felt something wet stain your arm.

As you peeked your eyes open, you looked up to see a crow sitting on a branch as it blinked at you, making you slowly look down to your right arm.

“You did not.” you gasped as you looked back up at the crow and down at the large pool of shit it left on your arm.

After blinking at your for a bit, almost mockingly, it flew away making you mutter a couple words you knew you shouldn’t have said with all these children around.

As you made your way to the bench where all your stuff were, you pulled out your water bottle and washed the sticky mess from your arm. Casually looking around the playground, you started to make a mental count of all your kids, when suddenly your eyes went wide.

It was as if it all happened in slow motion.

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For the first time in a very long time I started drawing without a plan, completely unknowing what was going to come out of it.  ta da
You guys know me and my symbolic messages, keep your head up!  ~(‾⌣‾~)

anonymous asked:

hi there! im asking my fave batfam blogs for blog recs and why you like them? i want to find more batfam blogs to follow, if it's not too much to ask? if not it's totally okay!

Hey! Thanks for asking, and thanks for saying I’m a fav <3 I always love to talk up the blogs I enjoy seeing on my dash. They are for the most part 100% gen blogs and all great to follow:

@audreycritter- Audrey is the greatest. She’s an incredible writer and an all around great person. She’s great to talk to and so nice. Her blog is always uplifting and fun.

@whore4batfam Stell is amazing. She produces some of the best batfam content you can find, and is really funny. 

@oh-mother-of-darkness - I have been following her since before I started a batblog. She’s so sweet and writes some of the funniest/heart wrenching stories you’ll find about the batfam.

@ autumnhobbit - Produces some just really really great stories. Like make you cry then want to read them again stories. Also lots of other great batfam content. : )

@komadoriwonder- Super fun, super nice, and has shared some really really great stories. I always love seeing Koma on my dash.

@fuyunoakegata- When I need some quality batfam content or am missing some Dick Grayson on my blog I always find my way to her blog.  

@kaylabeemarie- Literally creates the greatest Batfam art on the planet. I stare at their work for HOURS after I find it.

@unpretty- She makes great Batfam content and is so funny. I love seeing her on my dash

Some other Blogs I love to see, but don’t know very well are:

Blogs who reblog/post great stuff include: @litnerdhood,@redhoodie, @bamboozledimagines, @batdad, @holyheadcanonsbatman, @arabian-batboy

Writers who I don’t know well yet but I love their stuff: @dove-among-bats, @lysical, @tantalum-cobalt

FP Jones/Andrews Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 1

Originally posted by juggyandbets

AN: It’s so awkward when nearly the whole fandom is in love with the teenage boys on the show and I’m over here obsessing over the DILFs and the girls of the show. So I wrote this to see who else adores the daddies of Riverdale. This will be a series so stick around for more if you love this serpent as much as I. 

Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent 

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 1,967

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic, none really

It all started when you were younger. Jughead’s Dad came over one night to talk to Jughead. Jughead was round for a sleepover with your younger brother Archie and FP came round because he had some news, about what, you didn’t know. But what you did know was in that moment you realised you were utterly attracted to your younger brother’s best friend’s Dad. That was the moment you knew you were screwed.

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terfs are bigoted in so many ways and hurt so many people, just knowing that they are so ignorant to who they harm makes it all the more worse.


I’ve been thinking about how some bantering between Stephen Strange and Tony Stark would go. I hope they do that in the next movie and I imagine it would be hilarious. I am interested in how you think it would go. -Requested by @punken316

“… So.”


The tension in the air was almost tangible. Maybe it was a bad idea to convince your new friend Stephen Strange to meet your good friend Tony Stark. But Stephen was a sorcerer, and could be a potential valuable member to the Avengers. After all, he already saved the world once. The only problem was getting past the awkward first-meeting stage.

Tony cleared his throat after a long, uncomfortable moment of silence. “… So you’re friends with (y/n), I see.”

Stephen kept his gaze even, like he was trying to stare into Tony’s soul. “Yes, that’s right.”

“That’s… cool.” Tony shifted in his chair. “And… how long did you say you knew each other for again?”

“A month.” 

“That’s… nice.” Tony turned to you. “And you trust this guy that you’ve met for a month, right?”

You nodded your head, “With my life. Stephen’s a good guy, Tony. You can trust me on that.”

“Mm.” He studied the sorcerer with contempt. It was all-too obvious that he didn’t like the guy. “So Stephen, tell me about yourself. (Y/n) mentioned you were a magician. Do you do, like, party tricks or something?”

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Sebastian “Jealous” Stan

Note: I’m sorry if this is kinda short! feedback is welcome! .c

Request: Can you make a imagine where y/n and seb are at a event (or a interview if you want) and she talks and laughs a lot with with a man (choose who you want) and Seb gets all jealous and I would like it to end up with smut but if you prefer with fluff it’s totally fine :)

Being a famous actress was amazing in and of itself. It was your dream ever since you were a little girl to be in a movie that everyone loved and you enjoyed making. You were content with your life. You had an amazing career, you had amazing friends and co-stars, and your boyfriend was the best thing that came from all of it.

Sebastian Stan was your number one fan and you were happy to share this experience with him. He was your date to your movie premiere and you were surprisingly calm. Well, that’s what you thought until you spotted one of your favorite actors here, supporting your movie.

You were standing in front of the movie billboard, letting tons of people take your photo. You posed in a ton of different ways, showing your best smile and angles. Your dress was long and black, a slit along your leg. Sebastian was standing off to the side, smiling at you as he watched. You blushed and held your hand out for Sebastian to take.

Sebastian shyly walked over to you and grabbed your hand momentarily before settling his arm around your waist. “Beautiful couple!” A photographer shouted. You smiled in their direction, turning at a different angle. “Y/N! Sebastian! Over here!” The cameras flashed and shuttered, taking a stream of photos in a split second.

You and Sebastian took a few more photos and you smiled as he pulled you away. You leaned into him and giggled. “I’ll never get used to that.” You said, making Sebastian chuckle. He gave your waist a squeeze, placing a kiss to your head. “You’re a natural, don’t worry.” He said, causing you to blush.

You and Sebastian walked up the red carpet stairs and you gasped when you saw your favorite actor standing off the side talking to another actor. “Is that-no way!” You squealed, causing Sebastian to look at you with furrowed eyebrows. 

Sebastian’s eyes scanned the area. “Who?” He asked, following your gaze and it landed on Johnny Depp. Another squeal fell from your lips and you were ready to charge after him, but you continued to walk up the stairs.

You were in awe, your smile wider than it’s been all night. Johnny spotted you walking up beside Sebastian and he smiled at you two. “Sebastian! My man.” He said, shaking Sebastian’s hand. You were shocked they knew each other because Sebastian knew how much you looked up to Johnny Depp.

Sebastian shook Johnny’s hand with a tight lipped smile. Johnny turned to you. “Hello, Y/N.” Johnny said in his deep voice, making you giggle like a little girl. “H-hi! I’m a big fan!” You said, letting Johnny take your hand. 

He placed his lips on top of it and you smiled. “I’m a fan of yours, too! Your last movie was amazing, can’t wait for this one.” Johnny said, slowly dropping your hand. You giggled again and Sebastian sighed slightly, casually pulling you closer to him.

You took no notice and continued to talk to Johnny. “I love all of your movies. Your characters are so awesome! Captain Jack Sparrow, Willy Wonka,” You started naming his roles, gasping as you remembered his other one, “The Mad Hatter! Gosh, you played that role so well!” You beamed, making Johnny chuckle. “Thank you.” Johnny said, slicking his hair back with his hands that were littered with vintage rings, his eye traveling along your figure.

Sebastian stood beside you, his jaw clenched as he noticed how Johnny was looking at you. You were laughing and giggling too much to deem acceptable to Sebastian. Your laugh was full and hearty and it made him feel small. He knew nothing would happen, but the way he saw Johnny looking at you made his insides twist and burn with jealousy.

A few more moments passed and you were still talking to Johnny Depp. Sebastian kept sighing and scoffing and you tried to ignore it, but you eventually had to kindly excuse yourself from Johnny.

You pursed your lips and turned to Sebastian, having made your way into the building. “What’s the matter with you?” You asked, crossing your arms. Sebastian looked down at you and rolled his eyes. “Are you kidding me? You were basically falling all over him!” Sebastian said, his voice low so he wouldn’t cause a scene. You rolled your eyes like he did and sighed. “I was…excited. You know he’s a huge inspiration to me.” You shrugged lightly, looking at Sebastian.

He scoffed and shook his head. “Yeah but did you really have to make me feel like a failure?” Sebastian asked, making you gasp. “How did I do that?” You questioned, letting your arms fall from their crossed position. “You said he was the best Mad Hatter ever. Now I just feel like I’m held up to a competition with him.” Sebastian said, sadness crossing his features. You frowned at his words.

You didn’t realize just how much you were fawning over Johnny. Sebastian sighed again at the silence between you two. You wrapped your arms around Sebastian’s waist. “Seb, I didn’t mean it like you didn’t do a great job with that role. You both were amazing. You know I love you. Johnny is just a long time favorite actor. You’re my favorite guy.” You said, feeling Sebastian pull you in closer.

Your head was resting on his chest and he kissed your head. “You really mean that?” Sebastian asked, making you smile. “I do.” You said, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. Sebastian kissed you back and he smiled against your lips. “I love you, too.” Sebastian said softly, rubbing his hands up and down the small of your back.

You smirked a little. “Were you jealous, by chance?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow at Sebastian. He scoffed and his face contorted with denial. “I wasn’t!” Sebastian said, scoffing again. You pulled away and put your hands on your hips, sticking your leg out through the slit. Sebastian’s eyes traveled up your body and he sighed, confirming your question.

“Bet he can’t perform a kick-ass sex scene like me, though.”

Note: I hope you liked it! I love jealous!Seb, omg. feedback is welcome! thanks for the request. .c

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46. im in love... shit

starlord x reader

Requested by: @summertime-nd-butterflies

Originally posted by starlvrd

Days and nights truly had no meaning whatsoever in space. Instead, you divided your time into hours and places. With all the different timezones getting thrown around, life was just easier to say things at the time (according to the place you were at in the moment) and the name of the place you were.

For instance, you met a self-proclaimed “legendary outlaw” with the title “Starlord” at Knowhere, at about 1500. Upon first glance, you were taken aback by his confidence and outwardness. He joked openly about… well, anything, and didn’t take much notice to you, the self-proclaimed legendary nothing-in-particular. You owned the title proudly, and sat back in your seat and watched the empty-minded aliens drunkenly punch each other and screech in different languages.

He was just another person. A diamond in the rough, perhaps, but you had seen many of those pass through, and most of them ended up the same way; they were too outward or too “funny” and got their ass handed to them, quite literally, and never made it passed the golden age of 27. Of course, he was something special, though you’d never admit to anybody who asked, but you tried not to linger on it, because in this life, lingering only led to hurt and hurt led to… well, hurt led to a great-big downward spiral of pain and never-agains.

“You look bored,” he said, suddenly right in front of you.

You jumped, eyebrows raised as a lump formed in your throat. You looked up at him for a moment, angry at how you had let yourself get lost in your thoughts. Or rather, lost in your thoughts about another person, who was now right in front of you- and, oh, god, you still weren’t saying anything.

“Lack manners where you come from?” he chided, pulling up a rusty old chair next to you and taking a seat.

You took in a breath and shrugged. “You took me by surprise,” you said softly, your eyes gently grazing his face, his stubble, his eyes, his everything.

He smirked. “Sorry, then. You’re a pretty face-” he said, but quickly took in a sharp breath, “pretty, uh… pretty new face,” he hurried.

You chuckled. “Maybe to you, but I’ve been around here for a while now. I haven’t seen you, either.”

He shifted, leaning back slightly. “Well then I guess it was about time we met,” he said, reaching out a hand for yours, “I’m Peter Quill, legendary outlaw, though you may know me as Starlord.”

You let your hand fold around his, small and soft. “No, actually I haven’t heard of you.”

His expression faltered for a second, but he quickly reclaimed his overbearing confidence. “Well now you have.”

“I suppose,” you said, suddenly bored.

“And what about you? You have a name?”

You thought for a moment. You glanced around, and sat up straight, your hands folded over your stomach. “Y/N,” you said, meeting his eyes with your own, “I am merely a speck of dust surviving in a universe infinitely too big for my tiny mind to comprehend.”

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Jughead & Reader: Secrets

Summary: As Sheriff Keller’s daughter, you have a lot of rules you have to live by and having Kevin as your protective older brother doesn’t exactly make things easier. Because of this you hid your relationship with Jughead but one night they both found out the truth.


Listen to: Summer Skin - Death Cab For Cutie

“I really don’t think that’s what Rosebud meant,” you said to Jughead as you walked down the street together, hand in hand. You had just finished watching Citizen Kane at the drive-in. Because of how long the movie was, mostly everyone left before the end. That gave you and Jughead the opportunity to talk over the movie to point out details to one another.

Jughead rolled his eyes. “It’s just something that he liked as a child, representing his childhood.”

“But you’re missing the point!” You laughed. “Rosebud symbolizes his childhood and how it shaped him into the man he was when he died.”

“I disagree.” He shook his head. 

“You’re wrong. Just say you’re wrong.” You laughed. 

“Fine. I’m wrong.” He laughed and kissed you. You stood on your tip toes and kissed him back happily, loving the little “arguments” the two of you had almost daily. 

You slowly pulled away but kept your arms wrapped around each other. “I wish you didn’t have to leave,” you said to him. 

Jughead glanced at your house and saw your father’s truck in the driveway. “I could sneak in through the back door,” he suggested. “And I could sneak into your room and I could stay the night.”

“And we can argue about Citizen Kane again.” You smirked.

“Exactly.” He laughed and kissed you. “Come on. Just this once?”

“You’re a bad influence, Jones. What would my father, the sheriff of the town, say?” You grabbed his hand and led him towards your house. 

“He’ll never find out.” He smiled. 

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Jakob Chychrun #3

Requested by Anon:  Hi I was wondering if I could request a Chychrun Drabble where he gets jealous when the reader starts hanging out with a guy in their class?

*Here it is!!! Enjoy! :)*

Word count: 917

Originally posted by ryanhartman

Jakob Chychrun reached for your phone at the same time you did. Blame it on his hockey skills, but he actually got to it first. Now, on a normal basis, you would be furious that someone deems it their right to read your unread messages but, because he’s been acting like a big baby the past few days, you let him.

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Frat!Mendes Part ✌🏼

lmao remember how i said i was going to get this out like a week ago lololololol my bad here u go enjoy

part 1

“Shawn, c’mon, you know this. You just use an ICE chart to find the equilibrium concentrations and then plug them into the solubility product constant equation doing products on top and reactants on the bottom, raising the concentrations to their corresponding stoichiometric coefficients from the balanced equation—it’s simple.”

Shawn stares at you with furrowed eyebrows and his jaw hanging to the floor for a solid thirty seconds before shaking his head in frustration.  “I’m sorry, can you say that again, but this time in English? Jesus, Y/n. We’ve been at this for days, none of it is making any sense.”

You let out a laugh and get up to move to his side of the table so that you can show him what you mean. You seat yourself in the chair next to him but leave a good amount of space between the two of you. He, however, scoots his chair even closer to you.

“So, look, okay, just take the initial concentration of the reactant here and then subtract the given final concentration of the product and—Shawn are you listening?” You look up at him and his eyes are fixed on you and not the papers in front of you.

“Huh?” He says when he registers that you caught him zoned out on you. His cheeks turn a light shade of rosy pink and he turns his attention back to the paper. “Oh, uh, yeah just put the product concentration there and subtract this and… uh…wait.”

A smile forms on your lips and you shake your head at him. “You gotta focus, dude, we’ve only got a few days until the exam!”

“I know!” He spits back defensively, but then the tension in his face softens as he looks back up into your eyes. “I just got…distracted, sorry.”

You feel your face heat up, too, as you realize that the ‘distraction’ he was referring to was you.

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* Wait no let me do it again

turning-through-the-never  asked:

12. Name an OC that isn't yours but who you like a lot

I really really really really really really really dislike making lists like this. I mean, not that it’s ever intended to bring people down, but I feel like a lot of people who respect me and my opinion will scroll past this and wonder why their OC’s aren’t on the list. I’m not in the business of inadvertently making people feel bad or unworthy or anything of the sort. (Not that I think that was you intent by sending this, either, I just wanted to clarify xD)

First of all pretty much all of your( @turning-through-the-never ) characters. All of @felonous . All of the people you have in Hereafter and the Tarts, @saltsparkle @taliandrahflamesurge @theblacksails @andijelly @selysona @aerdendios @twosidedsana @laceandhalos @centoridellanir @karidakdellanir @safrona-shadowsun @themadamelioness @fuzzymigglet the tons that I can’t remember their blog names currently. I’m sorry if I missed anyone, I’m trying to do it off the top of my head. You guys and your characters are all phenomenal.

@viceofalltrades @za-khan @fayebelle @ourcollectivefantasy @ouroandar @raerys-songbrook @charm-in-spades @synne-tove @sophysa-the-hunter @chemicalbydefault @nixalegos @stonestridernerd @nym-wildseeker @grandynetheroshan @wolf-queen @areniaagn @the-news-nerd @belillinafireseeker @a-disgruntled-dragon @manduhs-things @ma-at-thought @kelzthalassunwhisper @beachbeloved @emeraude-wra @cleric-rosesworn @sorielblackfeather @solarine @mally-the-gladiator @zaethul @salrion-mourningrose @kanekuran @loveherdekay @auorora @whitemagekage @ex-spectra @k-sunrael @sanguinesorceress

I STILL DON’T THINK I’VE MADE THE POINT THAT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU IS SPECIAL. I LOVE ALL OF YOUR CHARACTER AND I WANT TO INTERACT WITH ALL OF THEM IF I CAN. There are so many people that I know I missed, and people that I can’t recall the blog names of. There are people who have been gone for a while and probably wont come back. But despite all of that, and how much I adore the writing that I see come across my dash every day? I’m just happy to call you all my friends, the characters you all created are awesome and I love them. But I’m more happy to have met the people behind the screen and share this wacky little space we call RP land.

Long story short? If you’re reading this:

Love Doesn't Discriminate (Philip x Reader)

TW: Swearing

Summary: Alexander really only wants what’s best for Philip


You meet Philip after work. He smiles as soon as he sees you. “(Y/N)! How are you? How was your day? Tell me everything.”

You giggle and kiss him. “I’m just really tired. Do you mind if we go back to my place to talk? I’m sure my roommate is still working. Or with some guy.”

He kisses your head. “If you want.”

You nod and pull your hair out of its ponytail- well, it was less of a ponytail and more of a rubber band around five strands of hair.

He pulls you close as you walk to your apartment, just outside downtown.

Once you get to your apartment, you pull the tips you earned out of your pocket and hand them to Philip. “Would you mind counting this while I shower? An old lady ran into me, causing me to drop the tray on me. I feel all gross and tomato sauce-y.”

He chuckles. “Of course. Go de-tomato sauce yourself.”

You give him a quick kiss before counting your tips. He frowns. “Fifty dollars? She had seventy-two yesterday,” he mutters to himself. He slips a few bills in the stack before setting it back on your table.

You come out of your room, wearing one of Philip’s shirts he left at your place a while ago and a pair of old pajama pants. “How much?”


You run over and give him a hug. “That’s incredible!”

He smiles, guilt rushing over him. “Yeah, yeah it is.”

“We’ll be able to make rent this month!”


Philip walks back to his parents’ house with his hands in his pockets. When he opens the door, his younger brother runs up to him. “How’s (Y/N)?”

He gives him a fake smile. “She’s good.”

“Are you going to get married?”

He shifts uncomfortably. “Maybe. Where’s pop?”

Will responds quickly. “In his office.”

Philip nods and heads to his father’s office. He gently knocks then opens the door.

Alexander looks up from his laptop. “Sit,” he commands. “Were you out with (Y/N) again?”

Philip nods slowly, unsure of what’s going on.

Alexander scoffs. “She still working as a waitress?”

“Yes. Is there a problem?”

“You’re the son of the treasury secretary and you’re dating a girl who can barely afford rent. Do you not see a problem?”

“But I love her.”

“Love isn’t the issue here.”

“I didn’t think there was an issue.”

“Money is the issue. You’ve been with her for almost five years; I never doubted if you loved her. I know you do and that scares the shit out of me. If you get married, she will use you. She will take your money. Or you’ll be dragged down to her income level, which you won’t do well with.”

“How would you know, Mr. Secretary?”

Alexander slams his fist on the table. “I came from nothing! I will not let you go through what I had to!”

“I’m sorry your life was shit, but this is my life. I have my own mistakes to make. And I’m going to make them with the love of my life!”

Philip rushes out of the office and up to his room. He shoves as much as he can into a suitcase and runs out of the house, to your apartment.

He bangs on the door, making sure you can hear him.  

You meet him at the door, sleep clouding your vision. “Philip? What are you doing here?”

He pushes past you and sits on your couch, holding his head in his hands. “What did I do?”

You sit next to him.

“Philip? Sweetheart, is everything okay?”

His tear-stained face looks up at you. “What did I do?”

Neither of you sleep. You sit next to him as he lays on your couch and cries. “Philip, I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“My pa. He-he wants us to break up.”

You gasp. “And?”

“I left him. I told him that I love you and that’s all that matters.”

“Philip… I…”

“He said that you would use me. That you were too poor for me. That I wouldn’t be able to live at your level.”

“You know that’s not true, right?” you ask cautiously.

“I know! It’s just… Maybe I don’t.”

You pull him into a hug. “What are you going to do?”

“Marry you.”

Your eyes widen. You love Philip with all that you are, but you had rarely discussed marriage with him. “What-did you-”

“Marry me, (Y/N). Prove him wrong with me. Please?”

You pull him into a passionate kiss. “There’s nothing I would like more.”


Alexander trudges up the stairs to his son’s room and taps on the door before opening it. “Philip, I’m s-” He looks around the room. Clothes are scattered across the room. “Philip?”

He steps out of the room. “Eliza? Where’s Philip?”

Eliza walks around the corner with the basket of clothes balanced on her hip. “I thought you were talking with him.”

“I was, but then he came up here, and now he’s gone.”

“What did you tell him?” she questions.

“I told him he should break up with (Y/N),” he mumbles. “I know I was wrong, you don’t have to yell at me. I just don’t want to have to worry about him, y’know? I know what’s it’s like to have nothing; I want him to have more than I did.”

“It’s not like we would completely cut him off if they got married.”

“But he’d have to make his own living. He’s our first son, I don’t want anything to happen.”

Eliza sets the clothes down and walks over to her husband. “We’re going to have to let him go eventually.” She rests her hand on his shoulder. “(Y/N)’s a great girl. There’s no way she’d ever let something bad happen to him.”


“Alexander, Philip is as stubborn as you are. He’s going to be with (Y/N) whether you want him to be or not. The best thing you can do is be there for him, and if they happen to hit a rough patch, then we can help them out.”

“Why are you always right?”

Eliza chuckles. “Well, I am your wife. Just promise me that you won’t be this way when Will gets married.”


“Do you even know where we’re going?”

Philip takes the next exit. “Of course.”

You roll your eyes and lean back in the passenger seat.

He finally comes to a stop outside a house in a small town. “We’re here!”

You follow him up the steps and knock on the door. An old couple opens the door.

“Oh, Walter! Look!” the woman exclaims.

“I can see, Agnus.”

“Are you here to elope?” she asks.

Philip nods.

The couple ushers you inside and sets up a makeshift altar. Angus fetches you a veil and rolls out a white carpet. You walk up the aisle as she plays the piano. Tears cloud Philip’s vision. The “ceremony” passes by quickly. Before you know it, Philip is staring at you lovingly as he waits for you to vow to be his bride.

“I-I can’t. Philip, I love you more than anything, but I can’t get married like this. I want our families to be here.”

He quickly apologizes to the couple and leads you back to the car. “Truth be told, I was hoping you would say that, because I want that, too. Can we go home?”

You wrap your arms around his neck. “Always.”


Eliza adjusts your veil one last time before you have to walk out. Philip’s eyes cloud with tears as he watches you.

This time, as the ceremony flies by, the only words you can utter are “I do.”

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