oh god i made a mistake

im sorry but some of the anons are… taking it far thinking im against all inspiration or anything like that. can you please take the time to read every word in my original post. PLEASE.

what is childish about me just wanting people to not mistake someone for me? without wanting the person to get attacked? come on.

i also made it clear it is NOT anyone who i havent already contacted. so i assure you- its not you. the person KNOWS because i have talked to them. im not hurting anyone else by doing this. i just want some peace, oh my god.

Broken Heart. Part 6

Relationships: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Summary: Your friend -Bill- is getting married. He wants your help. Are you gonna help him or are you gonna confess your feelings?

Word Count:6139 ( Oh god)

Warning: angst( I guess)

A/N: Thanks for the request @mirachowder :) Special thanks to @bill-skarsgard-lil-hoe   @fandomimcurrentlyobsessedabout  

 Guys, English isn’t my native language. I know I made mistakes. But my native language is very different than English and the story is full of mistakes. Please understand.Just Please warn me if I have made any grammar or spelling errors.Meanwhile, don’t hesitate to text and say your opinions. I take requests btw.With love.x


I know this part is so long but I didn’t want to divide.

   Bill didn’t know how many minutes he stood there. The weather, he thought warm when he came to the party, caused him to feel cold. His hands were shaking, feeling dizzy. Bill knew that coldness wasn’t about the weather.  Every time he was shocked, he felt like someone put ice on his body. He looked up at the side where she just left. Y/N and Aria didn’t seem around. Someone touched his left arm and he saw his sister, who was looking at him anxiously. He felt her hesitant. He licked his lips quickly and looked at his sister. How long did Eija know? Since their kids went to the same kindergarten, Eija had to know for a few months at least. Why didn’t she tell Bill that she saw Y/N, the kid? She had known Y/N was Aria’s mother.

All right, who was Aria’s father, then?

Y/N, did she get married?

    Bill needed answers. He decided to go after the woman. When he came to the party, it was already over. Many of the children were gone. He looked around to find Y/N. It was Sunday and the park was full of people. There were so many families; it made Bill’s search difficult. He decided to go to her birthday table. It was the only place he could find them.
“They’re gone, Bill.” Bill, maybe just took a few steps when he heard his sister’s voice. He didn’t listen and looked around once more. They really weren’t around. He took a deep breath, turned and looked at Eija with anger. Why didn’t Eija tell before? When he felt that he burst with anger, he approached her in quick steps. He held her arm and pinched tightly. He ignored Eija’s astonished gaze.

“Since when do you know?” The question was quite simple, yet he wasn’t sure that Eija understood.

“Since when do you know Y/N lives here and has a daughter?” Eija closed her eyes for a moment with frustration when he repeated the question.

“Bill, you’re hurting me and Felix is watching. Let’s talk at home. "Bill knew that his sister was right, though he didn’t want to wait any longer. He nodded and left her arm. Eija moved away from him and went to her son. Felix was saying goodbye to his friends in the corner. As they took Felix and walked into the parking lot, Bill felt he couldn’t feel anything. He was fucking confused. Six years later, he was shocked to see the woman he loved; he got angry because he didn’t know that she was always around. Even if he knew, he thought what he would do. Y/N started a new life. She even brought a new life into the world. While Eija was helping his son get in the car, he pulled out his car keys. When she saw her brother got in his own car, she approached him immediately.

"I won’t let you drive a car like this, you’re a fucking mess.” Bill nodded when he noticed how his hand on the steering wheel was still trembling, though he wanted to object.

“Come on, Mitch will bring the car.” Mitch was both Bill’s closest friend and assistant. Bill would not have kept him busy during his free times. He had never been one of those types. He just wanted him to help on big affairs. He took the phone out of his pocket and texted him to take his car while getting in his sister’s car.

“Aria really liked the gift, uncle. She even thought about how to take it home. It is such a big and sweet gift that I am sure that she likes me the most. "Felix, of course, didn’t know what his family was thinking when he spoke in the back seat. Eija, while driving her car quietly; Bill was playing with his fingers. He tried to take a few deep breaths. The knot in his throat was forcing himself. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat.

"Baby, your uncle has a headache. Could you stay silent until we get home? "Felix nodded at his mother, not noticing what was happening, and looked at the photo on his lap. Aria had taken a photo with her friends from the party to make a memorial. When Felix offered Aria to take a photo only two of them, the little girl went and asked her mother. They were smiling at the photo.

 When they all came to Eija’s house, Bill sat on the couch. Eija went to the kitchen after she told her son to play with his toys in his room. When she grabbed a bottle of water, she tried to stall for time. She wasn’t afraid of his reaction. Yeah, she met Y/N at a meeting a few weeks ago; she knew Aria was her daughter. She didn’t hesitate to tell him that. What she was shy about was how she would tell her brother that she kept in touch with the woman. When her brother moved to New York, Eija was still in LA and went to Y/N’s office to find out how she was. She was very surprised to see that her office was for sale. On her way back to her car, she called the woman. Y/N, of course, neither responded nor returned. She still remembered how she was shocked when she saw Y/N pregnant at the mall after a couple months. She thoughtfully leaned against the kitchen counter, her brother called from the inside. She took a deep breath and walked into the living room. Bill, with his elbows on his knees, took his face in his hands. He never looked away from her sitting on the couch opposite himself.

"Why didn’t you tell me?” Eija moved in her seat. She opened and closed her mouth several times.

“She asked me not to. Bill, you two could finally move on, I thought she didn’t want to ruin everything, and I kept my mouth shut. After that day, I remember how you ruined, I was afraid for you. And Y/N is happy, starting a new page in her life.

"You should’ve still told me, Eija. Is it better now that I saw her like that? “The woman’s silence bored Bill to death.

"Well, Aria?” He was afraid, even though he wanted to know the answer. Eija shrugged her shoulders and frowned.

“Look, Bill, I’m not close to Y/N or Aria. Yes, our kids are going to the same kindergarten but Y/N isn’t close to me as she used to. I don’t see her other than meetings at the school. "Bill looked at the woman carefully to see if she was telling the truth. Her being pathological liar didn’t make it easy. He no longer even knew what to believe. He thought Y/N. When she saw him, he remembered how she got upset. He remembered how she hugged Aria tightly. He concentrated his thoughts on Aria. Could she be his daughter? When he realized how similar she was to her mother, he smiled. He recalled how Aria was so gracious; how kind she was when they first met. Y/N had raised her child well. He wasn’t surprised that his nephew liked the girl. It was impossible to not love Aria.

"Did you ever see Aria’s father in school?” Eija shook her head as she took a sip of water.

“Have you heard what I said to you? I don’t even see Y/N outside the meetings. You know how busy I am, you often take Felix to the kindergarten. She always comes alone to the meetings. "Bill left his seat and started to step. His sister didn’t know anything. He couldn’t learn more than he knew, his questions were still unanswered. He turned his head around and examined the house. He needed to distract himself. He took the photo left on the table. The doorbell rang. Even he didn’t turn his head; he knew that it was Sam.

"Look, who surprised you?” Bill surprised when he heard his mother’s voice and turned his head from the door. Bill didn’t know anything about his mother’s visit. His mother was famous for her surprise visits. Bill knew his mother was doing it to catch them off their guard. She wanted to come suddenly and learn how their lives went. Without leaving the opportunity to review the photo, he left it on the table and approached his mother. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He hugged her. He missed his mother. She was always so special for Bill. Whenever he felt bad, he immediately called her and talked for hours.

“I didn’t expect to see you here, son.” Bill pulled back from her and smiled.

“Well, you were trying to surprise us, I surprised you. How was your trip to Europe? "She took out her coat and gave it to her daughter and smiled to Bill.

Oh dear, it was so beautiful, I can’t wait to tell you. But first of all, where is my lovely grandson? “With Felix heard his grandmother’s voice, everyone forgot their problems for a moment.

 When they were gathered around the big dinner table, Bill listened to his mother’s travel adventures. He laughed most of them with all his sincerity. He decided to ignore devouring thoughts for a night. He smiled Felix’s excitement to show everything to his grandma. His mother’s last visit was about two months ago, and he thought what a five-year-old might have lived in two months. Felix brought all the paintings he had drawn, all his toys from his room, and showed them to the woman. When he saw how his mother listened to his words carefully, he got bored and took his phone out of his pocket. There was no message or call.

"Look, grandma, this is a photograph of today’s party.” She took the picture between her hands and carefully examined it.

"So, this is Aria you were talking about. Oh, how sweet a girl she is. The necklace on her neck is very familiar. "She pulled the photo over her face to examine it more carefully.

"Bill, take a look. Isn’t it the same necklace we bought in Stockholm? "Bill reached out and took the photo and carefully examined the necklace around Aria’s neck. That must have been the necklace she lost. As he looked at the photo, he realized it was familiar. When he realized the truth, he stood up too fast and took his jacket from the wooden hall stand.

"Bill, what’s happening for God’s sake? “

“Stop, where are you going?”Bill looked at his sister when he was wearing his jacket.

"I’m going back to the park; I need to find that necklace.” Without waiting for his sister’s next sentence, he closed the door and ran to his car.

  It was so cold with the sunset. Bill walked to park as he got out his car. It would take a long time to find the necklace in the dim light of the street lamps. “If I can find it,” he thought. He walked to the area where the party was. There was no one in the park. The shadow ahead of him caught his attention and he stood still. When he thought he/she might be a junkie or a homeless person, he stared at the shadow. The shadow became a body when it approached the lamp. Bill realized that Y/N was looking for the necklace as well. When he remembered how sad the little girl was, he wasn’t surprised that she was looking for a necklace like crazy late at night. He was hesitant to approach. There was no doubt that Y/N wouldn’t react optimistically. But she was the only one who can answer Bill’s unanswered questions. When he approached the woman with slow steps, he coughed fake for not scaring her. She turned back instantly. As he watched her frowning, he licked his lips and lowered the distance between them.

"Hello.” She moved cranky.

“Hello.” Her voice lacked emotion. While Bill was thinking what would say next, she turned her gaze back to the bushes. With her hands were exploring the bushes, searching thoroughly. Bill looked at her left hand, noticing there was no ring, and he took a deep breath.

“I, I was …” When he felt all the attention of Y/N, he lowered his head. He realized that she still affected him; he tried to concentrate.

“Y/N, how old is Aria? When was she born? “He watched her carefully and didn’t want to miss even the slightest reaction.

"Y/N, come on. Who is Aria’s father? "She turned her gaze to Bill, turned her back and began to walk.

"Why are you running? Whose daughter is Aria, why aren’t you answering? "Bill began to follow her without thinking. She suddenly stopped and went back to the man.

"Who the hell are you to asking me these questions?”

“What are you after?” Angry Y/N stared at Bill for a moment without disturbing the expression. He felt offended by her running away. Bill wanted an answer. There were two steps between them and Bill could see her face. She knit her eyebrows and her body seemed ready to fight at any moment.

“Y/N, whose daughter is she?” She took a step to the man without thinking.

Mine. Apart from that, I do not have to give any information to anyone. You can’t ask me such a question. "When she began to walk into the parking lot, Bill tried to not break down. Of course, her vague and short replies weren’t enough for Bill.

"Aria, is she my daughter?”

“You’re crazy, you know?” She said without looking at the man, or stopping her walk for a moment. Since Bill knew there was no better time, he started to go behind the woman, frowning.

“Y/N, wait. We have to talk. "She continued to walk as fast as she didn’t hear Bill.

"You are gonna tell me who the father is!” Y/N turned her face to the man for a short moment. The eyebrows had been frayed as much as possible. Bill saw how she got her teeth tight.

“Go your way, Bill. You’re losing time for nothing. There’s nothing about you here!” Bill stood in the middle of a huge dark park as she walked to the car.

    Bill noticed his exhaustion when he came home. He put his keys on the table while taking out his coat and throwing it on the edge. The inside of the house was lit only by moonlight, and Bill didn’t need more light. He sat on the couch, squeezing the bone over his nose. He felt his whole body was in pain. He turned his empty and tired gazes to dark walls. He looked at the fireplace standing beneath a few frames hanging from the wall. He had never light it since he purchased this house … Bill’s house was stylish but simply decorated. It didn’t even feel like home. He spent only a few months of the year here and spent the rest of his time going to different countries and vacationing with his family in Sweden. So he had nothing of his own at home, except for a few frames and a few trinkets. When he bought the house, he hired a few decorators, they bought all the furniture. Bill wasn’t complaining. Because according to him; the things that made a house feel like home was what happened there. These were the people you spent time with and memories. It was so bad that Bill had no other person than his nice family and few friends. His head rested on a soft white seat. He stretched out his legs on the coffee table and crossed his ankles. When he closed his eyes, he realized he wasn’t sleepy. Actually, there were so many thoughts that he knew he couldn’t sleep for days.

  He visualized his life. He thought about childhood memories and tried to relax. He smiled as long as he remembered his first love, first kiss. He remembered his beautiful memories of his brothers and his family. He remembered how he watched his first act on the giant screen, the face of the people who were proud of him. Whenever he started to appear in a new movie or gave an interview, his heart still beat fast. He had a stomachache when he thought of Alida. It was his biggest regret that being with Alida, trying to adapt himself to her. He remembered the day he broke up with the woman. It was the same day that he left Y/N alone. If he knew then what he knows now, he would never leave Y/N alone, he would take her in his arms and held her tightly. But he didn’t really want Alida to leave the house with confused thoughts. He wanted to talk to the woman, to tell her everything. Alida, despite her big reaction at the house, understood Bill while sitting in a secluded café. Of course, he knew she wasn’t happy, but Alida was more moderate than he had expected. After Bill had a clean breakup, decided to return to home, Alida had hit the final blow. Saying that she was pregnant, Bill froze up in the chair he sat on. He still hated that Alida lied. The strange happiness that he felt with amazement still hurt Bill. He hated that she lied to his face. A few days later, Alida left the city and left a letter on the table dedicated to Bill. She apologized for everything she did and said she didn’t deserve Bill. Bill wanted to think of something else when he was bored. Something beautiful, something that melts his heart…

The image of Y/N appeared in his eyes, which were firmly closed. He had spent countless nights trying to forget her piercing gaze, her lovely smile. After he realized that Y/N was dug into his brain, he stopped caring what was happening around him. He didn’t know how many times he went out of Y/N house to see her. How many times did he spend the night in his car in front of her house? How many nights did he stare in her windows so that he could see Y/N for a second? One day, he saw the “for sale” sign when he came to her house again, and Bill realized he had to leave Y/N. For six years she had accompanied Bill in the dreams, she was just staring at Bill with her lovely gazes, and sometimes Bill was holding her tightly in his arms. Although Bill knew that what he saw was a dream, when he woke up, he could inhale the perfect smell of her flesh. He could feel her hair like a silk waterfall at his fingertips; feel her warm, curled body. He had accepted to not forget Y/N, but he knew he had to learn to live without her. Oh god, that was so hard, so fucking painful…

  Bill always believed in the fate, and in all faith, he found the woman six years later. God treated him a little cruel. Bill repeatedly begged God, to see her once more. When God finally heard his desperate cries, he answered. There was Y/N who was much more beautiful, perhaps more emotionless and had a daughter. The universe didn’t show Bill’s mercy. That wasn’t what Bill prayed for. He licked his lips when he remembered that there wasn’t a ring on her finger. She was not married, so who was Aria’s father? He couldn’t stop his eyebrows from being torn down and lifted his head from the seat he was sitting in. He quickly stood and walked where he left his coat. He pulled off the cold object on his pocket and walked back to his seat. He leaned to his right and opened the lamp. The lamp emitted a light that causes him to blink his eyes; Bill examined the object in his hand. It was dirty by the mud; he tried to clean with his fingers. He looked at the little heart as he used to feel the cold chain. With his short nails, he managed to open the heart and he looked inside. The heart was divided into two and there was room for each side to put a photo. Bill saw that the two places in the size of his thumbnail were full of two photographs. He looked at Aria’s face on the right. Even in the tiny photograph, he saw Aria’s sweet smile. He looked at Y/N on the left. That’s when he realized that the little girl took her mother’s smile. Bill leaned back while looking at photographs. His eyes were so heavy because of sleep that he used all his power to keep them from closing. He would give everything to look at them a second more. When his neck fell sideways and his eyes closed softly, the necklace he had given to Y/N on her birthday years ago fell from his fingers to his lap.

“What do you mean? Is Aria your daughter? "Bill sighed in distress and looked at his family gathered around the table. His mother, his sister, his sister’s husband, his brother Alexander all sat around the dinner table. Alexander had never thought he would find himself in such a talk when he came to visit his siblings.

"You have no proof.” Bill knew that Alex saw him as a madman. But he had never thought that the rest of his family would think like his brother. They thought he was bullshitting because of his obsession with Y/N.

“Bill, you’re hoping that because you saw Y/N years later.”Bill bit inside his cheeks. He walked away from his chair and went back to the bookshelf. He took one of the boxes out of the shelves and opened.

"I gave this to Y/N. That’s the necklace I gave for her birthday. Aria told me she lost her necklace. The necklace her father gave to her mother years ago … "Bill gave time for his family to understand what they heard. Eija, sitting on the chair on the right, took it and carefully examined. He watched his mother’s silence as Alex’s eyebrows frown with the mixed feelings.

"Are you sure it’s the same necklace?” Bill groaned, rolling his eyes at his brother and pulling the necklace away.

“You should talk to Y/N as soon as possible.” Bill already knew these things. The only problem was that Y/N didn’t want to talk. When he remembered how she slapped him down in the park, he took a deep breath.

“I tried in the park the night I found the necklace. She walked away from listening to me. "Bill got no idea what Y/N’s address was; if he knew he would go went to her door immediately. Her phone number wasn’t in the contacts, too. God damn it, he didn’t even know her e-mail address. It was harder for him to get in touch with Y/N than he would go to the moon. He lifted his head when he heard his mother cry. The woman wanted to stop herself; she closed her hand in her face. With surprised face, he reached for his mother. He pulled her hand to her face and looked at her.

"You have a daughter. Oh god, this is a miracle. "When he saw her mother’s compassionate gaze he wiped her tears with his fingers.

"I don’t want to ruin your happiness, but I think we shouldn’t speak too soon. We don’t have any information on this issue yet. The necklace may make no sense. "Eija looked at her husband. Sam understood the idea and closed his jaw and sunk back in his seat.

"I also want to join your happiness, I really want to. But as long as Bill doesn’t go and learn the truth from Y/N, we will never be sure. "Alexander looked at his brother with all sincerity. He took a sip of the hot tea in front of him. Bill nodded and looked at the necklace he still held tightly in his hand. The necklace satisfied his curiosity even a little bit. What Aria said was the only thing keeping him alive. If the little girl was right, Bill was her father. For the first time in a long time, his heart was thrilled with excitement. He found the miracle he needed in his life. A five-year-old princess… Bill never wanted anything to be so right.

"Eija, I want to take Felix to the kindergarten.” There was only one chance for Bill to talk to Y/N. When she came to the school to drop Aria, Bill had no choice but to convince her. He hoped his sister would accept it. When Eija left her cup on the table, she glanced away and licked her lips.

“Bill, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Aria didn’t show up for two days. "Bill saw he hit his head against a brick wall again, closed his eyes and took his face in his hands. Why didn’t she go to kindergarten? He hoped she wasn’t sick; his mother took his hand in her hands. Was Y/N trying to keep Aria away from him?

"Bill, please don’t get upset. I’m sure Aria will be there tomorrow morning. "Bill nodded at her, hoping his mother would be right.

   Bill woke up early in the morning, did not even need the alarm. He sat up in bed and tousled his messy hair with his hands. He looked into his room, which was newly enlightened. He saw that it was too early when he looked at the digital clock on the nightstand of his side. He left the bed with the desire to take a hot shower. As he walked into the bathroom, he realized how worked up his appetite. He would never say no to a nice breakfast. While standing under the hot water, he realized he smiled silly ever since he woke up. It was the day he would see Aria. Yeah, he got along well with the kids, but the attraction between him and the girl was different. It was beautiful, precious. He whistled a happy song as he prayed to god Y/N would bring Aria to kindergarten, reaching for the towel. When he was shaving, he felt as happy as the children. Christmas was early for Bill. He winked at his reflection in the mirror. When he saw his green eyes glowing with enthusiasm, he lowered his towel down and began to wear the clothes he had left on the bed.

"You always say "I’m fast as Flash”, what took you so long?” Bill leaned over the hood of his car and walked to his nephew and his sister. He picked Felix’s bag from his sister’s hand and opened the car’s door.

“I have to look extra handsome today.” Bill helped Felix get in the car and closed the door. He winked Eija who stood on the right and looked at them. Eija smiled without thinking and hugged Bill.

“Don’t mess this up. Try to go easy on her, remember everything is up to her. "He nodded at her sister’s wisdom and kissed her cheek.

"Don’t worry, everything will be all right.” While buckling his seat belt, he smashed his face with the smell of cologne filling his nose. Before starting the engine, he turned his back and looked at his nephew.

“Really? Did you have to wear the whole bottle? "He watched Felix rolled his eyes.

"Come on, we’ll be late.” As Bill started to drive, he remembered that he took extra time to look good today, too.

    It had been over fifteen minutes since Bill passed Felix along with his teacher. He parked his car opposite to kindergarten and watched the parents leave their children. Anxiously chewing his bottom lip, his fingers kept the rhythm on the steering wheel. There was no way of Y/N coming before them. Bill watched almost fifty children entering the building and Aria wasn’t one of them. Wouldn’t she come today either? Bill closed his eyes in frustration. He began to lose his hope. Maybe a few minutes later a black car passed by and slowed down in front of the school building. Bill corrected his sitting with excitement when he saw Aria landing from the back seat. He wanted to know Aria was okay. Bill took a deep breath while the little girl was talking to her teacher with all her charm. She looked very healthy. When Aria waved to her mother, he realized that Y/N would go away without waiting. He got out of his car and started walking on that side. The air was windy, he felt cold and put his hands in his pockets. Aria saw him and smiled immediately.

“Bill!” Bill smiled at her, and when he got to her, Aria put her tiny arms around Bill’s legs. Bill took her on his lap without hesitation. He had never noticed before, but the little girl smelled so good. He thought that if the wind helped him noticing the smell.

“Hello, beautiful.” When he kissed her hair, nobody could convince Bill that Aria wasn’t his daughter. He took a deep breath with a sweet smell, Aria put her little, warm hand on his face.

“Hello.” When he heard her soft voice like caramel, he was pretty sure that he heard the most beautiful melody in the world.

“Aria, honey. You have to go to class; your lesson has already begun. "Aria unwillingly descended from his lap, held her teacher’s hand and moved away from Bill. When she turned around and blew a kiss to him, Bill pretended to catch it in the air and grinned. He wasn’t even aware that Y/N watching him when he was watching Aria. He saw Y/N when he turned his back. He prepared himself for the war and took a step to the woman.

"Good morning Y/N.” She licked her lips with nerves and she pointed her finger at Bill.

“Stay away from my daughter and me, Bill.” Bill laughed when he realized he liked her tough behavior. Of course, this reaction made her angrier. They stared into each other’s eyes for a while, Bill felt lost in her eyes. Y/N started walking to her car.

“Wait, this time you won’t be able to escape from me so easily. You and I will go somewhere and talk calmly. ”

“I don’t have anything to talk to you.” When Y/N reached out to open her car’s door, Bill grabbed her wrist and turned her into himself. She stared at her wrist in surprise but then stared into Bill’s eyes. Bill felt like she was looking at his soul for a moment. He noticed that she was tense and remembered what his sister said. As he gently pulled his hand over her wrist, he spoke to her begging.

“Please, Y/N, don’t go like this. If I don’t talk to you a little bit more, I’ll go crazy. "Bill saw her gaze softening and he didn’t glance away even for a moment.

"Like I said, Bill, I have nothing to talk to you.” She leaned over her car and opened the door and Bill frowned.

“All right, I tried a good way. You haven’t given me any other choice. "He caught her waist and began to drag her to the passenger seat. He knew he looked like a maniac from the outside. But Y/N wanted to play though, Bill would give what she wanted.

"What the fuck are you doing Bill?”

“Bill, stop it!”He opened the door of her car and didn’t listen to her objections. He forced her into the car and sat in the driver’s seat without giving her a chance to escape.

"This is a crime. Officially you are forcibly holding me. "Bill, for the last five minutes, was listening to Y/N’s scolding and he was bored. He pushed one of the buttons on the steering wheel and started listening to the music. Even though he didn’t look at Y/N, he heard her swearing. As she accepted the defeat and sunk back in her seat, Bill grinned with victory and turned to the left.

  He parked the car when he came to the shore. There weren’t many people around. The place they came was already a secluded place, the only place they could talk freely.

"Come on.” When he got off the car and looked at the woman, her arms clasped her chest. He knew from the eyebrows and stiffness of the woman, she was not going to leave the car. When he remembered how stubborn Y/N was, he rolled his eyes and opened the woman’s door.

“Y/N.“ She didn’t even look at Bill, focused her gaze on the ocean. Bill licked his lips when his patience was running out.

"Look, if you want to be tough, I can be tough, too. So let’s be kind to each other.”

  Bill and Y/N stood on the shore for a few minutes. He was surprised that she couldn’t loosen for a moment. If they talked like that they would surely kill each other. When he saw her red nose, Bill began to unbutton his coat.

Don’t. I don’t want your coat. "Bill looked over at Y/N, rolling his eyes.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“You dragged me into my own fucking car, you brought me here. And I don’t like you. "Bill laughed with surprise. He shrugged when he saw that Y/N was very serious.

"Tell me what you are going to say, I have work to do.” Bill nodded at the woman. He put his hands in his jeans’ pocket and pulled out the necklace. He knew she was looking at himself, he watched her reaction. When she got tense, Bill realized he was on the right track.

“I found the necklace; I wanted to talk to you before I gave it back to Aria. Aria said that her father gave it to you. We both know I gave you this. "Y/N glanced away.

"You did all of this because of a necklace?” Bill closed his eyes when he heard her harsh voice.

“That necklace story was a lie. Look, Bill, Aria is so young. She’s curious about her father. Sometimes her father is a magician. Sometimes he is a captain. Sometimes she thinks her father is a pirate. She’s too young, to tell the truth yet. I’m not happy to tell her this necklace lie, but I have to lie to make her happy. The necklace in your hand has no meaning. It’s just a piece of a lie, I said to make my daughter happy. "Bill played with it while listening to her. He wanted to know if she was telling the truth.

Who is her father?“

"I told you, it’s none of your business. But if you want to know, it’s not your daughter. "Bill didn’t believe her for a moment when he heard her shaky voice. Y/N was lying, no matter how hard she tried, he understood.

"Y/N, don’t lie.” She returned to Bill as she threw back her hair on her face.

“I’m not, Bill. Leave Aria alone. You don’t have a place in our lives. "When she turned back, Bill caught Y/N from her wrist. She wasn’t gentle this time. She took a step to him.

"If you don’t pull your hand from my wrist right now, you’ll regret.” Bill ignored her threatening voice and looked into her eyes.

“Tell me again that I’m not her father. Say it while looking at my eyes, Y/N.”

"You are not.

“You’re lying.” When Bill saw Y/N’s disappointment in her eyes, Bill pulled her closer.

“I know you’re lying, Y/N, Aria is my daughter. There is no fucking another way. I thought about her age or when she was born. Six years ago we got out of each other’s lives and now you are here. You have a daughter who looks like me. You gave her the necklace I gave you. "Bill realized she was shaking like a feather in his arms. He was no different from the woman. His heart was beating so fast that he wondered if Y/N had heard it.

"Tell me the truth, Y/N; tell me that she is my daughter.” She opened her eyes slowly and looked up at the man.

“She is my daughter.We are happy, Bill. Me and my daughter.”

Our.” Bill realized that she would start crying when he corrected her.

“Y/N, Aria is our daughter.”

Making art is such a wonderful experience. Here are some of the thoughts I have while creating:
• I am an inadequate talentless being
• this tiny unnoticeable mistake ruins the whole drawing
• I tried to fix the mistake and I made everything worse
• oh god what have I done
• :^(
• I am garbage and is so is this drawing
• I am suffering™


the world will try to convince you that
feelings make you weak but fuck that.
never let this cruel world steal your spark.

keith: so i uh, made a mistake

hunk: …what do you mean…?

keith: so lance and allura made me go to lush with them, right? well, at lush they have a bunch of bathbombs.

hunk: yeah…..

keith: so i was looking at one and i realized the label on it said “vegan.”

hunk: oh dear god

keith: and, you know, usually if something is vegan it’s food. right? isn’t it?

hunk: i mean, usually, but vegan refers to anything that doesn’t have animal products in it.

keith: yeah i…didn’t know that.

hunk: did you…did you eat it?

keith: yeah

hunk: you ate a bathbomb?

keith: yeah

hunk: why-?

keith: i made…a mistake.

This is written for @gallusrostromegalus who is sick and apparently really enjoys chickens, so. Fair warning that you are going to read about my family and chickens. I don’t normally write stories on tumblr, so here’s hoping you enjoy the narrative despite the shoddy storytelling.

To begin, I should start with my mother the Undercover Hippie. I spent a good portion of my childhood thinking my mother was normal because she didn’t dress in tie-dye, but as an adult, I’ve realised there are several things that marked my mother as one of those Boulder Hippies. The types that aren’t really Hippie in the seventies sense, but more in the ‘making questionable health and lifestyle choices because it is the newest Organic Idea going around.’ Notable occasions on this list are the time that she filled the brownies with wheat germ and made them crunchy, the time she brought my east-coast-city-child cousins on a camping trip, and the time she got chickens.

Chickens, in and of themselves, are reasonable things to own. Usually. However, my mother wanted them for eggs and began by taking the childhood fort (which most of us had grown out of) and turning it into a chicken coop. By chicken coop, I mean she stuck some boxes in it and put a fence around it, and patched up the hole in the side from A’s Enthusiastic Ninja Punch, and the hole in the other side from C’s Peephole Experiment, and the last hole from my own childhood Cannonball, and both windows, and then got chickens.

My mother is the sort of learner who just starts a project and then learns as she goes. While she knew they needed food and basic heating, she was otherwise a bit naiive.

For example, it turns out L, my sister, is terrified of chickens. My mother apparently didn’t know this (Mom, I don’t like the idea of chickens) until the chickens (Mom, really, do you think we have to have chickens, because they have beaks, and I got pecked once) actually got to the house (OH MY GOD GET IT AWAY. GET. IT. AWAY. GET IT AWAY GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!!!!).

Additionally, Mom forgot that chickens can fly short distances and the fort has a loft and thus made the interesting mistake of not wiring off the top areas of the roof.  On Day One she had to knock on the neighbour’s door and ask if she could retrieve her chickens from their yard.

Eventually, after many phone calls, Mom got a handle on chicken care - by which I mean she passed the project onto my chicken-enthusiastic younger brother, who adored them. Not only did Mom have chickens, she had Happy Chickens who were more than pleased to make Many Eggs, and the family chowed down happily.

W, my chicken-enthusiastic younger brother, explained chickens to me this way:

Chickens have a hierarchy, so you have to have a rooster. They’ll start pecking each other and it’s a mess, but roosters kinda keep them calm, though roosters can get aggressive if the hierarchy gets disturbed, so you have to keep the roosters calm. This isn’t really hard, except that if you have to have a rooster, you’ve got a chance of eggs getting fertilised, and we want to eat them, so you have to go out and get the eggs every day, unless you want more chickens, and there’s a limit of how many chickens you can have inside city limits.

All of which seems perfectly reasonable, and was perfectly reasonable, until Mom decided to go on a fortnight’s holiday with my younger brothers, including W.

This left L in charge of the chickens.

Now, my mother is not a reasonable person, so if you’re just now wondering why Mom left the chicken-terrified child in charge of the chickens, it’s because mom is either an idiot or an arse. I’ve still not decided to this day which one she is, so we’ll leave it at that. But regardless of Mom’s motivations, my younger sister is now in charge of the chickens. She can’t get within a few yards before wanting to burst into tears, but also has a Big Heart and doesn’t want the chickens to die.

The chickens need to be fed and watered.

According to W, several things had happened when he got home and took charge of ‘his’ chickens again.

  1. On day one, L had attempted to feed the chickens, and upon entering the coop had been met by the Rooster, who, not recognising her, had immediately gone into Protective Mode. L had fled the coop, dropping the food but leaving the door open. This led to L calling the neighbours in a panic asking for a Group Hunt for the Chickens because she was too terrified to round them up out of the yard. A friendly neighbour put the end of the hose into the water trough so L could just turn it on instead of going in.
  2. L had fed the chickens every day by taking a bucket about the right size full of feed and tossing it into the coop. Not just the feed - the whole bucket. W had to pick up 12 different containers because after L ran out of buckets she just started using old yoghurt containers and whatever else she could find. The chickens apparently didn’t mind being bombed with buckets full of food, just ran out of the way and then attacked the containers until they got their due.
  3. L didn’t fetch the eggs, not even once, which meant that now W was a full eight chicks over the city limit, and had to give six more to some friends in the foothills who weren’t in city limits and could have as many chicks as they wanted. He ended up keeping the eight chicks and bargaining with the neighbours that they could have free eggs, provided that if the city Chicken Inspectors came by, the neighbours would tell the Chicken Inspectors that W was just caring for their chickens while they built a new coop or something.

By the time W, L, A, and my mother left to live in Swaziland (another story altogether), my brother had ten chickens over the limit, all extremely pleased and contented with life, until L went Anywhere Near The Coop, at which point they would all start shrieking like the dickens and running out of the way of any impending Food Bombs, except for the Rooster, who would puff up and start attacking the fence in preparation.

Anyway, the point of this story is Don’t Leave L In Charge Of The Chickens, with side morals of Don’t Buy Pets You’re Not Prepared For and Don’t Fuck With Roosters, and also I hope you feel better.

Space Between Us | JAEHYUN

summary: being just classmates is not enough for him, but you only get to understand that after his lips had reached yours. 

Genre: frat boy!au | smut  | a wave of fluffiness at the end

⨯ Pairing: Jaehyun / Reader

Word count: 9 575

a/n: lowkey inspired—and enlightened—by study sessions from @honeytaeyong though mine is not as good as hers (god bless you and your writing). Special thanks to my pumpkin @suhsexual for  endure endless requests for help. There may be some grammatical mistakes left so I apologise in advance. Oh, yes, there may be a part 2 ;)

warnings: mature content, language (not actually dirty talking)

You’d been first, it was a relief. The number one exposed in that piece of sheet made your heart flutter little by little, and then you smiled. How sincere and truthful was it, the small grin drawn on your face, transforming your previous anxious expression in something completely lighted and amused. After broken hearts and desperate tears, being ranked as first place was one of the few things that could possibly turn out to be great in your eyes. You blinked. It was there, the one.

The elder woman in front of you—an old professor in the university; someone with an enviable knowledge—rested her hand on your shoulder. She had an odd aura around her; something completely comforting, which was not expectable from someone extremely rigorous. The professor took a deep breath and twinkled.

“You did great, again.” She said. Her voice tone was apathetic, but she managed to show some kind of happiness after a smirk. “If you keep doing like this, you may get in the rank of all courses.” Then she clapped her hands. “It’s something to think about.” And touched her own head with an index finger.

That hadn’t been your main focus, however. The ranks were just something to fulfil the emptiness you felt inside your being, as something really important was missing. At first you concluded it could be all about the end of you three-year relationship; you really had loved him, and that was something you didn’t doubt about. It was crystal clear you’d felt the most intense of all feelings, because you’d wished him well, you’d wished him to be close to you, and you’d wished—and deeply wished—for him to like you back in the same level. Although in the end of all, he didn’t. And that’s when you’d felt on the surface of a limitless ocean, slowly drifting away from the only land that held you—and your emotions—still. He had left you in the farthest blind spot possible, without a plausible reason. Were you supposed to be fine? In the very beginning you had even thought it could work out: you could deal with the situation. Oh, but you had been wrong.

And then you had cried for hours. An intense pain burning inside you for days—afterward days became weeks, and weeks became months. In the end of the third month, after the breakup, you’d realised he wasn’t what filled your soul. The guy whom you dated, and eventually developed feelings for, was just a part of a puzzle you hadn’t had the chance to complete yet. Something bigger was missing; finally you’d gotten to the point when your vision had become clear again and the monochromatic colours of life had turned out to be, actually, the colours of the rainbow. You were free of angst. You were mature enough to understand that the only person you needed was you—but you also knew that it did not mean you forgot your past experiences, it meant you could love yourself entirely. From that moment, what could possibly make you feel satisfied was your own success, so you’d looked for it. And you’d achieved your goals.

You looked down to the paper again. The #1 on the top made you feel ease. You folded the note and gathered the rest of your things, packed them up inside you backpack and calmly walked out of the enormous auditorium. The semester ended in the best way possible, and you were happy with what you obtained. The professor politely asked you to close the door behind you, but before you could do so, someone held it. The blond haired boy gave you a small smile and waited for you to exit the ambient so he could shut the entryway. You nodded, as an acknowledgement, and turned on your heels so you could finally go home, yet a hand touched your free shoulder obligating you to shift back and face the person.

“Congratulations.” The boy said. “You got first place again.”

“Thank you,” you’d begun, searching in your memory for the name of the guy in front of you. The information you had was his physical appearance and his voice, which didn’t sound so familiar. So it took you more effort, causing you to look deep inside his eyes and drive you gaze to his smile. You suddenly knew who he was and the sort of fame he had. You smirked at the thought that he was talking to you. “Hum, Jaehyun.”

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Heart Doodles

Bucky x reader

Summary: You probably shouldn’t let Tony borrow your notebook.

Warnings: nothing? a moment of slight embarrassment but it’s not too bad.

Word Count: 1921

A/N: boop.

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

It’s honestly a miracle if everyone is fully prepared at the mission briefings. There’s always at least one person who walks in after the meetings start and it’s common that at least a couple people forgot pens or paper. On more than one occasion you planned to just grab a bunch of blank notebooks and extra pens from the supply closet and pile them in the center of the table. Though knowing the group, they’d end up taking it all from the room and still forget to bring it back next time. People love taking office supplies and the Avengers are no different.

Though to be fair, they have a lot to deal with on a regular basis between capturing lingering HYDRA agents, keeping extra-terrestrial threats at bay, and repairing their relationships with each other post-Accords. So maybe they have enough on their minds without having to remember to put a pen in their pocket so Steve doesn’t look so exasperated during meetings.

Tony always has a pencil stuck behind his ear. Always. But he can’t remember to bring a notebook to save his life. So you–being the lucky Stark employee that gets to sit in on mission briefings to take notes–started to just slide your personal 3-subject notebook to your boss. You carry it around with you all the time anyway to keep track of your daily random thoughts. Most pages hold little doodles, snippets of ideas you want to use in short stories, and probably too many lists of songs you’ve organized into themed playlists. It isn’t anything too personal, so you usually don’t have a problem with lending it to him.

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You’re the story I tell when the wind asks about my love for sunsets, the punctuation I erase when our reflections sink into the shore. How does every sign we construct explain how some people are meant to fall in love, but aren’t meant to be together? how new constellations form every time I whisper your name, but the night still drinks the caffeine we left at our feet? I just wanted to be the owner of the galaxies dripping from your eyes, the piece you could live without when our hands are grasping for the leaves falling short of a title we’re still rearranging. The less we talk, the more words mean. The less we smile, the more I find your laughter in every six string song. On my best days, I’m just a breath away from you, but sometimes, I just need a little help getting out of my head. Or when I need to get off the bed, some words push us towards insanity– if you were ever mad at me, would you speak your thoughts? If you ever fell in love with me? Would you tell me? If you wanted to know something unusual– I’ve got you. I enjoy the oddness of questions. Like how it sends us on a quest for the truthful answers midway. I don’t like acronyms because the shortness of letters can never compare to the shortness in my breathing when it comes to the lines of oh my god, you’re beautiful tonight. The less we smile, the more I find your atmosphere most needed– some laughter controls the bleeding, some lovers control the weather, and some nights I need both. Some nights I seem to choke on my regrets, it’s never dinnertime when you’ve got so much on your mind. It’s never writing if you’ve done nothing right. You’re always wrong if you start crying in the middle of a song that triggered certain feelings that you shouldn’t be having. you’re always spacing out whenever the commas start to show how many mistakes you’ve made, how many mistakes it took for you to finally get it, how many apologies it took for you to be forgiven, how many I love you’s were needed for someone to feel like you loved them and not just for the sake of not being alone, how many nights you had to spend living in a dead memory of won’t you stay with me for another hour, how many oceans you had to cry before you realized people sink with you every time you damage them, how many volcanoes you became because stress makes smoking this much easier, how many pills you had to take to forget a name, how many nights you stayed high because shower thoughts brought you back to the razors, how many mornings you spent fucked up because of one fuck up, how many years you’ll toss away to find yourself, how many weeks it’ll take to rewire your brain after a breakup, how many days it’ll take to unfeel everything, how many hours it’ll take to unlove a feeling, how many seconds it’ll take to get it right, how many commas you’ll keep count of to not lose yourself tonight, and how many times you’ll leave yourself in the palms of others instead of your own. if I’m ever on my last dollar, if I’m ever on my last heartbeat, if I’m ever at the end of the line, if I ever forget about you, if I never loved you, if I ever destroyed myself to recreate myself, if I ever feel good enough to get over this depression, if I ever stop and stare into the middle of nowhere and if I never return to who I used to be– remember that this life will cut like a very thin knife into your ribs in search for another comma for another run-on sentence that should not have happened because you always loved to make mistakes without a proper ending or a period to your era of impressional impressions to impress no one in particular you can have all of my mistakes you can have all of my errors you can have all of this red ink to scribble all over this poem you can have my life and call it death to the last day when we’ll never meet again.
—  The Ate & The Bunso
Among The Beasts: Freedom

Reader x Kol Mikaelson


synopsis: Klaus’ attempts to live up to his promise to you lead him to dark paths, but, in the end, he manages to lift the curse up, waking you up. 

A/N: I don’t know if I made it clear, but the Mikaelsons are quite fond to the reader. She is friends with all of them, but has a deeper conection with Kol. :)

Word Count: 2525

Part 1 - Part 2

“This is funny”, Klaus thought, a while later, as he stood in front of his mother’s lifeless body, holding her heart on his right hand. It was indeed amusing, because all of Esther’s worries revolved around what he would become if he possessed his Hybrid powers. What kind of evil the blond would turn out to be. Yet, she did not considered the fact she was the one to blame. She made him. She sentenced a poor boy to a painful childhood just to hide her mistake.

A bitter chuckle left his lips. Yes, killing her was an act of mercy, for the witch deserved way more than a quick death.

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Drabble Prompts

I decided to write my own drabble prompts list comprised of prompts that I really like and am excited to write. Pick a prompt and a character and send it in!

  • “How long have you been standing there?”
  • “You haven’t touched your food, are you alright?”
  • “I like proving you wrong.”
  • “Quit it or I’ll bite.” 
  • “Stop! It tickles!” 
  • “Are you still mad at me?”
  • “Get your cold feet off me now.”
  • “I won’t let you get hurt.” 
  • “There’s a surprise upstairs for you.”
  • “Am I scaring you?” 
  • “You’re cute when you’re worried.” 
  • “You wear glasses?” 
  • “Can I do your hair?”
  • “It’s just turbulence, it’s okay.”
  • “If you love it so much it so much, why don’t you marry it?”
  • “I made a mistake, but I still love you and I refuse to give up on us.”
  • “It wasn’t that bad.” 
  • “This view is amazing.” 
  • “I just… I love you.”
  • “Would you just hold still?”
  • “Well, this is my home.”
  • “Oh my god, you’re in love!”
  • “Do you trust me?”
  • “I need you to trust me.” 
  • “I’ve never felt like this about anyone, and honestly it scares me.”
  • “Don’t touch me!” 
  • “I saw it you know, I saw when you stopped loving me.” 
  • “Wait a minute, you’re jealous!” 
  • “You did this for me?” 
  • “Promise me you’ll take care of yourself.” 
  • “I waited for you, for three years, and you never came back. So I moved on.”
  • “Is that my shirt?” 
  • “Am I supposed to be scared of you?” 
  • “Come here.” 
  • “I feel like an idiot.” 
  • “I can’t even look at you right now.”
  • “Please don’t go.”
  • “Just hold me, please?”
  • “What do you need? I’ll do whatever you need.” 
  • “But your mom hates me!” 
  • “We’re out of gas.”
  • “No not [insert movie title] again! We’ve watched this six times already.” 
  • “I’ll never leave you again.” 
  • “What are you doing? You’re not supposed to see me before the wedding!” 
  • “I adore you.” 
  • “Bad day huh? You look like you could use a good cuddle.” 
  • “I’ve moved on, you should too.” 
  • “Are you drunk? Oh my god you’re drunk.” 
  • “You need to go to sleep.”
  • “My parent’s want to meet you.” 
  • “Can I make you a drink?” 
  • “Here, I made you coffee.” 
  • “Come, dance with me.” 
  • “Would you um… like to maybe… go on a date with me?” 
  • “You’re perfect to me.” 
  • “I can’t sleep.” 
Prompt 94, “Don’t kiss me if I’m sleeping; I will punch you.”

Character: Peter Pan OUaT.

Thank you for the request and for your patience, anon! This is fairly short and sweet, and I did change the line a bit to make it fit. I hope you enjoy it!

A cool breeze blew through the room, and Y/n snuggled deeper into her blankets. It was mid-winter, and absolutely freezing in her small, second-floor bedroom. Y/n slept with her bed underneath her window, which was only a nice decision on warmer nights.

She was having a very nice dream about a certain mischievous boy king of Neverland when she felt her covers slipping off of her. She grumbled sleepily and tugged them back towards her and felt the most terror she had ever felt in her life when she realized that someone else was holding the covers away from her.

A face loomed over her, but it was too dark to make out any of the features. She felt someone else’s warm breath on her cheeks and did the only sensible thing in this situation: she punched her would-be attacker directly in the nose.

Her attacker stumbled back, cursing. Y/n sat up in bed, ready to grab a makeshift weapon if needed, but paused. Something about this attacker seemed incredibly familiar. It was the voice which finally made her realize her mistake.

“Y/n, love, what the hell was that for?” a disgruntled Pan asked as he turned on the lights in her bedroom.

“Peter!” she blinked, eyes adjusting to the light. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

He nodded, making his way back across the room to her bed and sitting down next to her. She touched his face, lightly, making sure he was actually okay. After a moment, she tilted her head at him.

“Wait… What exactly are you doing here?” she asked.

“I was trying to kiss you.” he answered ruefully.

Y/n couldn’t help it; she burst out laughing. Pan made joking sad puppy-dog eyes but eventually had to start laughing too. The two of them sat on her bed, giggling, for a solid two minutes before calming down. On an impulse, Y/n leaned in and kissed Pan gently on the lips. She pulled back, smiling.

“And what did we learn?” she quipped.

Don’t kiss Y/n while she’s sleeping; she will punch you,” Pan responded, leaning in. “Now, about that kiss I’m owed…”

“Didn’t I just kiss you?” Y/n asked, leaning in herself. Pan hummed thoughtfully.

“Yeah, but that was you kissing me. I came here to kiss you, so it’s my turn.” They both smiled, inches away from their lips meeting. Y/n sighed happily and closed her eyes.

“Then what are you waiting for?” she whispered.

Falling Up

Characters - Steve x Reader, Eventual Bucky x Reader

Word Count - 1815

Warnings - Heavy makeout sesh

AU - Prof!Bucky

Song - Falling Up by Mike Dupree ft. Maddi Jane

A/N - This story is a tiny bit of a slow burn in a sense. Don’t get me wrong though, there’s a lot of drama! There are a few twists and turns…one part will be written in first person but it’ll pay off if you stick with it, promise. Trust me. This is a rewrite of a story I posted on my old SPN blog a while back so those of you that know me from there will recognize it.

Falling Up Masterlist

You glanced at the clock on your desk, the sleek silver hands telling you that it was ten-thirty at night. You’d been sitting at your desk for so long that you didn’t even realize it’d gotten dark in the first place. Clenching your jaw, you took a deep breath and continued to tap away at your keyboard. The image of the other buildings and the night sky, all now obvious in the reflection of your computer screen. Letting it all be a new constant reminder that you were there much longer than you needed to be, but this was nothing out of the ordinary.

You silently cursed yourself for ever pursuing a career as a lawyer, even more so for joining one of the largest and hardest working firms in the country; Stark & Rogers, LLC. If that wasn’t enough stress weighing down on you, there was always the added pressure of the potential promotion that you were fighting against four other attorneys for. To make matters even worse, you had one of the owners constantly in the building because he liked to be more “hands on" with his work.

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BTS React to S/O calling them daddy NSFW

@sidedrugs :  Can I have a reaction to their Girlfriend calling them daddy during sex? Make it sorta long please haha thank you so much! 💖💖💖

I know it’s not long, and I’m sorry. I feel like my brain is fried lol. I hope you still like it though. 

- Admin Crys


It would amp up the whole atmosphere, making you both that much more turned on. 

It would make him groan  loudly, “Yeah, say it again babygirl.”

He would be so into it, and it would become a main stay of your sex life. 

Originally posted by gigiflowers



“Is there something you need to tell me?”

He would be confused at first, but after you explain to him that it’s more of a Dom/Sub thing he would be on board. 

“Ahhh, you want me to take care of you, baby? Gonna be a naughty girl for 


Originally posted by mrspreadinglegsjungkook


When you whisper it into his ear, trying to be sexy, he would freeze.

“No no no, nope. Not happening.”

“I am not your father, and I would really appreciate if you didn’t bring him up while I’m trying to fuck you.”

Originally posted by chunghakim-archive


It’s not one of his kinks, personally, but he would rp with you to make you happy. He likes making you feel good and prides himself on his ‘bedroom’ abilities, so he would be a good boyfriend and hit alllll those buttons for you. 

“You like that baby? Tell daddy how good he’s making you feel.”

“Remember, you can’t cum until daddy let’s you.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


This boi just wants you to take care of him, and being your ‘daddy’’ doesn’t exactly fit in along those lines. He likes it the other way around, and would rather be your baby boy instead.

He would suck it up occasionally though, and perform for you, on the condition that the rest of the time he gets to be your special little boy. 

“We can do it this time if you want, but next time it’s my turn, okay jagi?”

Originally posted by 9taefox


He would take it the wrong way, thinking that your dad had actually walked in on you guys fucking. 

He would scramble for the blanket, trying to shield you both. ‘Where?! Oh my god, where?!”

He would look around wildly, before realizing the mistake he made. 

“… you might wanna warn a guy before you spring the whole ‘daddy’ kink randomly.”

“I thought I was about to die jagi, I thought your father was in the room getting ready to murder me.”

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

J Hope:

He would be all over this tbh. Hobi loves a little adventure in the bedroom. 

“Fuck yeah, that’s right. Who’s your daddy?”

“You want my cock baby? You gotta beg me for it. You’re so pretty when you’re desperate.”

Originally posted by yourjhopeobsessed

Middle of the Night

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Female Reader

Word Count: 3,655

Summary: You had managed to avoid the photos and old messages for a year now, but the moment you see them again, you know you have to see him - even if it is 3:00 in the morning.

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