I love how the last lines of Magician’s Nephew is Uncle Andrew exclaiming his attraction to the White Witch like ‘She had quite the temper on her, but she was a dem fine woman, sir, a dem fine woman’ because Who Talks Like That
a/n: I hope you enjoy this itty bitty 10 page writing that I’ve been working on for a few days now ! 😉 ALSO @whitechocolateperfection wanted some angst so I wrote some angst and I hope y’all enjoy and I’d love to know your thoughts!!!
You picked your head up from rummaging in your bag and smiled at Ethan, your cooking class instructor, “My husband might be back in town, but I’ll see,”
Ethan nodded his head steadily. After a while of looking at each other, you diverted your gaze down towards the wooden table. You saw his tapping fingers slowly make their way towards your hand that was rested on the table.
Quickly, you moved your hand, and placed your engagement and wedding ring back on your left hand. You did’t like cooking with your rings on in fear that they could fall down the drain if you were washing your hands, “Uh, Thanks for the lesson, I’ll see you later.”
You heard an audible sigh escape his lips, “See you next week, Mrs. Mendes.”
As fast as you could, you scurried out the door and saw your friend, Jessie, waiting for you outside. She saw your flustered expression and smirked, “Looks like the teacher has a crush on the student.”
You rolled your eyes, “Married,” You held up your left hand and showed off the rings that you proudly wore every day out of love to your husband. Jessie let out a small laugh as the two of you walked down the streets of Toronto.
Since Shawn had left for tour about three months ago, Jessie stepped up her best friend role by keeping you occupied whenever Shawn was away. Out of the three months he’d been touring, Shawn had been home for three days. So it got lonely with it just being you, especially since this was the first time Shawn was away for a substantial amount of time since you had been married.
So to fill up all the empty time, Jessie suggested that the two of you take cooking lessons at a place in down town Toronto. You thought it was a wonderful idea, seeing as you couldn’t even cook pasta correctly, and Shawn got a kick out of the idea of you being in a kitchen setting.
A little bell dinged over your head when you opened the door to a coffee shop that was a block down from where you and Jessie took your kitchen lessons. The two of you stood in line to order your drinks in silence. Once it was your turn to order, you asked for an iced latte, even though it was February and snow was on the ground. The cashier gave you a ticket number to place on the table so the water could find you when your drink was ready. After Jessie ordered her decaf coffee, the two of you found a seat by the window.
“Ethan knows you’re married, right?”
You nodded your head as you crossed your right leg over your left, “Called me Mrs. Mendes as I left today after he tried to make a move.”
Jessie cringed, “Like I can see the appeal to having a little crush on someone who’s married––they’re unattainable in a sense––but dude,” Jessie paused her words when a server brought your drinks over to the table, “Keep it to yourself and don’t be a home wrecker.”
You took a sip of your cold drink and stifled a laugh, “I honestly think he doesn’t care, and it kinda freaks me out?” Your statement came out as more of a question, “Like when he was trying to show me the correct way to cut whatever it was and he came around from behind—almost like the boy trying to teach the girl how to swing a golf club?” Jessie nodded, understanding your analogy, “I just feel weird.”
“Do you want to get a different teacher?” Jessie asked in all seriousness.
You shook your head, “I’m sure it’ll calm down.”
It was a Tuesday night, and instead of it being spent in your bed reading a good book, you were pacing your room on the phone with your husband. You understood that the life he led was full of uncertainty and things popping up last minute, and even after years of dealing with it, the feeling of being let down grew more and more familiar.
“Andrew won’t let you do it earlier?” You brought your left hand to hold onto your right arm as you paced around the bedroom.
You heard Shawn sigh on the other end, “I already asked,”
Shawn was currently in Cape Town, South Africa, so while you were just ending your day, he was just beginning his. He was supposed to come home Thursday for five days and then get back on the road. But now it seemed as though the plans had changed. Shawn was to be in Cape Town for an extra two days, if you included a day and a half for traveling, and he would essentially only be home for three days.
“Should you even bother coming home?” You questioned him as you went over to the bay area window of your apartment that gave you a perfect view of down town, “I know you don’t do well with traveling, and I don’t want to disrupt your tour schedule––“
“Y/n,” Shawn spoke assertively into the phone, “You’re my wife, of course I still want to come home.”
“I don’t want you to work yourself too hard––“
“You’re sounding like you don’t want me to come home,” Shawn spoke hesitantly into the phone, “Is something going on?”
Your eyes widened and you felt the nerves in your stomach kick in full gear. You weren’t hiding anything from him, but your mind drifted over to Ethan and how odd he’d been acting lately. Of course you had no further interaction with him other than him teaching you how to cook, but you didn’t want Shawn to find out that the chef had been flirting with you.
“Of course I want you home,” You looked down at your left hand and smiled down at the two rings on your finger, “I miss you.”
“I miss you too,” Shawn instantly replied back. It was silent for a moment until you heard another voice on Shawn’s end, “Are you sure I don’t need to worry about anything?”
You shook your head, “You don’t have to worry about me.”
“I’m your husband,” Shawn let out a small laugh, “It’s my job.” You let out a small laugh as well, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the not so subtle advances Ethan has tried on you. But after a moment of silence, Shawn spoke up, “I have to go, but text me throughout the day? I’m not sure when I’ll be able to pick up the phone and actually talk.”
“Yeah,” You answered him dismally, “I can do that,”
“I love you.” Shawn spoke into the phone.
With a stinging feeling pricking behind your eyes, you let out a breathy laugh to cover up your heavy heart of not being able to see your husband as soon as you thought, “I love you too,”
You hung up the phone and let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in. Of course supporting Shawn was something you would do no matter what, but with him constantly being away, it was beginning to take a toll on you. You thought that it would be better once you got married, but that wasn’t the case.
Then a thought that you never once crossed your mind in all of the years you and Shawn had been together; what would it be like to be with someone, to have dated or be married to, that wasn’t him? To have someone who wasn’t constantly traveling the world and spent more time on a tour bus than with his wife?
Trouble in Canada?
Newlyweds Shawn and Y/n Mendes are no stranger to the media, especially when it comes with rumors circulating their marriage. Just a few months’ shy of their first wedding anniversary, the couple has been caught in the middle of a few fiascos.
If we’re being quite honest with ourselves, keeping up with the Kardashians is easier than these two.
Currently, Mr. Mendes is on his world tour, about to start the European leg. Earlier in the week, Shawn was supposed to be traveling home to spend a short break with the Misses before the European part of his tour officially kicked off. But according to a source close to Mr. Mendes, he had to stay in Cape Town, South Africa for a few more days.
“He tried everything he could to get out of staying,” The source tells, “He misses Y/n dearly, and even with the amount of times they call each other of FaceTime in a day, it’s not the same as talking to each other face to face.”
But as Shawn slips into a land of everlasting bliss between he and his wife, it looks like Y/n has been spending her time with someone else as of late. Below, pictures of Y/n and a mystery man have appeared over the course of a few weeks, starting just after Shawn left home to tour around the world.
“There’s been a noticeable change in him,” A different source, who has requested to remain anonymous, added in, “Everyone around him knows how much he loves his wife, so when he saw pictures of her with another man in that room, it really hit him.”
Since pictures emerged of Y/n and the mystery man, people have commented that Mr. Mendes has been distant and more quiet than usual. “It’s another reason why he wants to get back to Toronto so bad, he wants to settle things with Y/n. He’s tried to convince himself that it’s just a misunderstanding, but everyone around him knows how it’s already going to play out–and it’s not going to end well. It seems like he’s catching on. Those pictures leave no room for questioning what’s going on between his wife and someone that is not Shawn.”
Have Shawn and Y/n Mendes followed in the steps of many other famous couples, and not been able to handle their marriage in the spot light? We were banking on the couple hitting the five-year marriage mark before anything like this happened.
What do you all think? Leave your comments in the section below.
“Hey, Shawn,” You sighed into the phone as it was the fourth time he had missed your call, “It’s me, again.” Pacing around your room, you didn’t know what was going on with him that made him miss your calls multiple times. Usually, he wouldn’t ever miss one, and if he did, he would call you back ten minutes later profusely apologizing.
You had enough with pacing around your room, so you took a seat at the edge of your bed. It didn’t stop the nerves though as your leg began to bounce, “I’m just calling to check up, it’s uh,” You looked over at the clock on your wall, “It’s almost midnight here, and I don’t know where you are,” Your voice dwindled off at the end, “I hope you’re having a great day, or that you’re getting a good rest because you work yourself too hard,” You tried to lighten your own mood by letting out a laugh, “Just call me back, I love you and can’t wait to see you when you get home.”
Quickly, you hung up the phone and dropped your head to rest between your knees. Your whole body felt off, there was a reason why Shawn wasn’t calling you back and you couldn’t think of anything. The thought of him purposefully ignoring you felt like being stabbed in the chest with the knife twisting. Your head started to pound, and you couldn’t help but start to chew the inside of your lip, your nervous habit that you always found yourself doing right before you felt like you were about to cry.
You slowly made your up to your pillows on the bed and slowly made your way under the covers. You brought the white sheets up to where they were tucked under your chin and curled up. You really thought that you had your breathing under control, but when the thought struck you that this was the first time where you didn’t know where in the world your husband was, the tears came and they wouldn’t stop.
“I haven’t heard from him in a few days,” You spoke to Jessie as the two of you walked into the building for your weekly cooking class, “Not even a––“
“Y/n,” You were cut off when you heard a familiar voice call your name, you cringed a bit, and turned to the right to see the cooking instructor, Ethan, “Thought you weren’t going to make it in for this lesson?”
You cleared your throat, “Uh, yeah, I wasn’t supposed to because my hus–––“
“I’m glad you could join,” He cut you off, with a gleaming smile, before the word husband could make its way out of your mouth. The way he was looking at you made you slightly uncomfortable so you awkwardly smiled and looked the other direction without a reply.
With a nod of your head, you gave Jessie an odd look that she returned. The two of you made your way over to a little a cooking station and placed your bags under the table. Jessie and you chatted as other people strolled into the class area and set up in their usual position as Ethan made small talk with the people around him.
Once the time came to start the class, Ethan clapped his hands together to get everyone’s attention, “We’ll be learning how to make a steak dinner,” He looked over and into your eyes, “For two.”
Jessie leaned over to you and whispered, “I think I threw up a little.” You stifled a laugh because you shared the same reaction.
First, you and Jessie both successfully made the creamy scalloped potatoes and the little side Caesar salad to go along with the steak. You then seasoned the steak, put the steak to bake in the oven for a few minutes, and then turned on the gas burner to cook the steak on. You put canola oil in the pan, butter, garlic, rosemary and thyme as you took the steak out of the oven. As you pulled the oven pan out, you bumped into someone.
“Oh, I’m sorry––“
“You’re fine,” the voice of Ethan filled the air. You scrunched your nose up as he took a step closer to you from behind and, along with your hand, he took hold of the oven pan and settled it on the counter top. Jessie side glanced over as she cooked her steak, and all you could do was widened your eyes and beg for help.
Ethan then took a pair of tongs and placed the steak in the sizzling pan, “So, now what you do––“
“I can help her cooking the steak,” Jessie cut the teacher off.
Ethan shook his head, “I’ve got it. I should help my students out.”
You cleared your throat, “I can handle it, someone else may need your help––”
“What am I getting paid to do if I don’t help you out?” Ethan raised an eye.
But you were backing down easily. He’d made other advances on you during other lessons and this was your time to put your foot down, “I’m fine––“
“Yes, Mrs. Mendes,” You stumbled over your words and began to talk faster than the speed of light with hand motions. Because whenever you got extremely nervous, you always seemed to talk with your hands, “That’s my name, the one and only, and the prefix indicates that I’m married––“
It seemed like Ethan didn’t like you mentioning how you were married and very much not looking for a relationship. His eyes narrowed at yours and he took hold of your wrists, “Moving your hands and having them fly around while other people are cooking isn’t safe––“
“Hey,” Jessie turned off her stove, “You probably shouldn’t touch her––“
You didn’t let Jessie finish her sentence before you ripped your wrists out from his hold. Part of you was shocked that a teacher would take hold of his student in such a rough matter, and the other half of your brain couldn’t process what was happening because with pulling your wrist back, you brought your arm down and it collided with the handle of the searing pan that the steak was cooking in.
You felt the sting of hot oils run down your back, and in response, you jumped forward, and Ethan was the person in front of you who caught you. He looked at you with concern in his eyes, “Don’t move, you could be burned––“
“Stop!” You raised your voice at Ethan. It was then you realized that everyone had stopped their cooking and turned their attention over in your direction. Embarrassment flooded your system and you felt your whole body heat up. You grabbed your bag from under the table and rushed to put your coat on, not wanting anyone outside of the cooking studio to see the oil stains on you.
You didn’t want to make any more of a scene, so while biting the inside of your lip, you shook your head, “Thank you for a wonderful lesson today, but I don’t think I’ll be returning back to another lesson.”
And before he could reply, or try and stop you from leaving, you turned on your heel and sped walked out of the kitchen studio.
Sitting at the little breakfast nook in your apartment with a cup of tea would be more relaxing if your husband hadn’t blatantly ignored you for a full twenty-four hours. You knew he was coming home today, but you were clueless as to where he was flying from or what time his flight was getting in.
You were sipping on your tea, watching the Toronto traffic from your window, when your phone buzzed. You looked down and saw that Shawn’s name popped up. You had to look at it again because after all the voicemails you left him, his first contact to you was a text message. Your phone dinged again and slowly you slid your thumb across the screen, entered in your passcode, and read the message.
Just landed in Toronto
You stared at the blue text bubble in confusion. Every time he was about to get on a plane, he would always text you, no matter what time it was for you or for him. He knew that you liked to know his travel schedule. But this was the first time he hadn’t told you his travel information. It made your stomach churn because now you definitely knew that something was wrong. And you didn’t know if you wanted to find out or not.
So you sent him a text back; Do you want me to pick you up?
Almost instantly, he replied, No.
Your heart sank just a little when you read his message. And then you started to feel it break piece by piece as you read the one word, one syllable, answer. With tears threatening to fall from your eyes at any time, you felt your phone buzz once more with a text from him; Geoff is driving me back.
You nodded to yourself as you typed back a simple; Ok.
Neither one of you said how excited you were to see one another, and neither one of you said that you couldn’t wait to see each other. It was odd because you and Shawn would always count down the days until you could see each other again, but this time, the two of you hadn’t talked in over a day.
With the stress about not knowing what was wrong with Shawn and what happened yesterday at the cooking class, your heart was racing and you felt jittery until you saw a familiar car pull up to the side walk down below. You peered out the window and saw your husband for the first time in a few months. Even though there were tons of unsettled questions between the two of you, you still felt your heart pick up speed at the sight of him.
He pulled out a little over the shoulder bag from inside the car and then you saw Geoff come around with a larger suitcase. You saw the two of them exchange some words, but since you were so high up and looking down at them through the window, you couldn’t see what either of them were saying.
But a few moments later, Geoff and Shawn hugged, and then Shawn walked towards the building and Geoff got into his car and drove away. Shawn didn’t even send you a text that he was close to your apartment, like he would normally do so you would be waiting in the lobby to greet him. It looked like he didn’t want you to greet him in the lobby.
He didn’t want his wife, the one who promised to love him forever no matter what, to be the first person to greet him when he came back from a long month or so from traveling. Your daunting thoughts kept themselves on a loop in your mind that you didn’t even hear the door open.
It was the sound of a suitcase rolling and a bag dropping on the floor that made you look up from the window. In the first time in months, your husband was standing right in front of you and you didn’t have the need to run up and hug him. Seeing him made your blood boil because of how flakey he had been acting recently.
You sat on the little nook and took a sip of your tea, “Have a nice flight?” Your voice held no infection and was kept very monotone. You didn’t want him to know that your past few nights had been hell with him ignoring you, and that you were getting no sleep, imagining what your reunion would be like after radio silence from him. And here you were, after every scenario you created in your mind, it did not turn out how you thought.
In your mind, you imagined Shawn either apologizing for his silence, or having his face turn red as he yelled are you for something you had no idea about. But it wasn’t either of those options. It was just like how he had been treating you for the past few days; silence.
His eyes held no emotion, the exhaustion evident in his face. Shawn was silent, something that was worse than blowing up at you. You imagined anything but him being mute about his feelings because Shawn was always a vocal person. It was the most deafening silence you had ever heard.
You were waiting for a response to your seemingly innocent question. But as he didn’t respond, you began searching for any facial clues as to any answer you could possibly find. But you were growing frustrated. His face was kept with a neutral look; no creases in the eyebrows and not a scrunch of distaste with his nose.
Then you began to search for any other signs that would give away his answer. He wasn’t tapping his foot, he wasn’t swaying from side to, and he wasn’t twiddling his hands out of nervousness.
It was tiny, a detail that wouldn’t be caught by many. But with being married to a man for almost a year, you began to notice every little thing about them. There were certain things that you knew Shawn would always keep on him, and as a married man, you knew he always wore his wedding band. But as you looked at his left hand, you noticed that there was a small sliver of his skin that lighter shade than the rest.
His ring finger.
You looked down at your left hand, your engagement and wedding ring were in their place, and you quickly looked back at Shawn’s left hand to see if your mind had been playing tricks on you.
Shawn wasn’t wearing his ring, the symbol of marriage that brought two people, who loved each other more than life itself, together.
Your heart stopped and you felt as if you were about to throw up at any minute. Biting the inside of your lip, you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. The silence that surrounded the two of you stole your voice. You looked up at him, wanting to ask him why he wasn’t wearing his wedding ring, but with silence stealing your voice, he gave it to Shawn who spoke without hesitation in his voice.
So it’s been about six months since I’ve done a fic rec list. I’ve been asked a number of times to do this and I’ve reada lot of fic in that time so uh, I guess some of these are like my greatest hits of the last half year?
Some are very popular and some are less well-known but no less deserving of praise, so go give them all some love!
As with any rec list, please pay attention to the tags and warnings
Trouble’s Making Everything Alright - 78k (WIP); klance; Keith and Lance crash-land on a lawless, low-tech planet and become rough and tumble mercenaries, donning leather coats and gun holsters, righting wrongs (while committing a few heists of their own) and fighting to get back to their team.
you never stood a chance - 12k; klance; Lance accidentally sends Keith a gym selfie snapchat with the caption “BET YOU WANNA LICK THESE NIPS” and promptly freaks out. Turns out to be one of the best mistakes he’s ever made.
King and Reaper - 35k; klance; The story of the destruction of Earth and its aftermath, feat. questionable science in regards to weapons of mass destruction, gratuitous Star Wars references, theoretical chess games with the emperor of most of the known universe, explosions, the greatest bromance of all time, the worst romance of all time and many more things besides.
nothing’s quite as sweet - 50k; klance; Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street. When Keith finds abandoned kittens behind the store and in a panic goes to Lance for help, he kicks off a chain of events that includes kitten cuddles, coffee experimentation and a whole heap of fluff.
Foreign Scenes - 110k; klance; Lance is travelling across Europe and keeps bumping into Keith sneaking past “no trespassing” signs in an attempt to get better photograps. Basically an AU in which Lance and Keith become impromptu travel buddies and get into trouble.
You and I Collide - 55k (WIP); klance; Lance likes to sing in the shower. Keith lives in the apartment next door and the walls are not very thick. And you can bet when Lance wakes him up at 7:30 in the morning, Keith has something to say about it.
Pulsar - 31k (WIP); klance; A story about college, coming to terms with your past, being scared of your future, and running into crazy things like love somewhere in-between.
Ignorance is Bliss - 161k (WIP but almost done); klance; As it turns out, learning that your house is haunted makes the ghosts a lot more aggressive. Who knew?
Ah, well. At least one of them is hot. And he’s the less-evil one, too, so that’s always a plus.
the potential of you and me - 15k; klance; The summer after freshman year of college, Lance drags Keith back to their hometown to hang out. But the two of them rarely spend time together without Hunk and Pidge around, because things had a way of getting out of hand real quick. This summer is… no different.
Deepest Shade - 40k (WIP); klance; Lance, idle middle son of the Álvarez family – shippers and traders, backbone of the galaxy, the epitome of self-made wealth – is drifting.
Keith Kogane has been a thorn in Lance’s side since the day he was adopted by the powerful rival clan, but he can’t deny that Keith is incredibly attractive. A chance encounter at an Altean dinner party makes him realize the attraction might be mutual.
“Sorry about the sugar,” Louis says, backing toward his own flat. “Bundle up before you go out.”
Harry smiles so sweetly then that Louis can’t imagine he’ll even need the sugar, if the muffins aren’t sweet enough just because they were made by him. “Thanks,” he says, eyes lingering a little longer on Louis before he lets himself back into Gemma’s apartment, and then Louis is just standing in the hallway by himself.
Or, Louis is overworked and cold, Harry is stressed out, and they might be in love.
Outside, people talked. Whispered. They all knew someone was there.
There, with Harry Potter.
Draco wished they knew it was him. How he’d made Harry shiver beneath him, how Harry had pressed him against the mattress. He wanted all of them to hear his name coming out in between gasps for air from their saviors’ mouth. And the way Harry’s name became his prayer the night before.
Draco wanted Harry’s kisses tattooed on his skin and the bruises to burn everyone elses. A throbbing reminder of how he’d felt when Harry pushed in.
But at the same time, Draco didn’t want anyone to know. That Harry had a sweet spot in his inner thighs and when Draco kissed him there the boy melted. That Harry didn’t know how to go slow and Draco had to pin his arms down and take control just so Harry could breath in relief. Or that Harry kissed so deeply, gave himself away so fully that Draco feared someone else would take him away from him.
Jealousy coiled in Draco’s stomach just from the thought of someone else seeing Harry right that moment, on top of him, sleeping peacefully and completely vulnerable.
When Harry’s lips touched his chest some time later, a sleepy smile forming on his lips, Draco wasn’t ready to meet those eyes yet.
It was out of his control. He had to reach out and cup Harry’s face like that, bring their lips together slowly, kiss him like nothing else mattered.
‘Morning’ his voice came out weakly once they parted. They stayed there, close enough for Harry to give Draco small kisses one after the other without even having to lean closer. The whispers filling the room were more intense now, right behind Harry’s thick bed curtains.
Guessing the Muffliato they’d cast the night before had probably worned out, Draco eyed Harry hoping the other would understand the question in his eyes. Harry smiled again and whispered in Draco’s right ear, so quietly he knew no one else would be able to hear his words but him.
'We don’t owe them anything’
It hit Draco what it meant for them. What it meant for Harry Potter to love Draco Malfoy and choose not to care if the world approved it or not. Harry gave him that wide, infuriating smile that could brighten the whole room before straddling Draco’s hips. The Gryffindor flame was there before he could process what he was doing.
Leia hands Han their baby with a proud smile and he can
still barely believe he exists. The overwhelming worry of dropping something so
little and fragile and precious has him holding Ben close to his chest.
Han jokes to Leia about how Ben has inherited his good looks
when the baby’s eyes flutter open to reveal that they’re a soft brown.
He’s so big.
The man on the bridge stands a whole head and a half taller
than Han. Neither of his parents are exceptionally tall. Why, then, is he so
massive? Where had he gotten that from?
For a moment, Han remembers Darth Vader’s cybernetically enhanced
stature and he feels horrible for even thinking it.
one little girl, the mini min, the light of his life, his muse, his best friend, his everything
min yeona, 3 years old
when i say yoongi’s daughter is his best friend i mean his Best Friend
has the pout™️
takes her everywhere with him honestly and it doesn’t even bother her because her dad is also her best friend and her role model and her idol and she loves spending time with him
she loves imitating her dad and doing literally everything he does but in her own kiddy way and it’s so adorable?? yoongi clutches his heart everytime??
like whenever yoongi’s drinking an american yeona has her own little cup of honey water or something or if yoongi’s playing piano, she’ll be playing on her little electric keyboard or if yoongi’s wearing a leather jacket yeona has her own little matching one and she truly is the mini min
speaking of which
i have this headcanon that yoongi loves to play dress up w his daughter or child
probably in the same way that tae is willing to buy and dress his children in anything and everything the gucci kids section has to offer
like yoongi just likes making her look stylish as shit
like he could be dressed in sweatpants and and old t shirt not giving a fuck to go the studio but he’s decked out mini min in a silk bomber jacket and jeans and sneakers looking fly as shit
they have matching oversized scarfs
calls herself min smartie
“i wanna be just like daddy!!”
looooooooots of studio time together
like sometimes you drop her off after school and yoongi will already have layed out a little blanket on the floor with some snacks and a coloring book and games for her to play with
he may or may not have installed another little desk opposite his with a little sound board and computer and games and a swivel chair just her size
she’s not very high maintence like just being in the same room as her dad is enough time spent w him for her
she might just be in the background chilling but yoongi is always watching her and takes little notes on her body language as critiques on his music
like if she’s sitting on a chair and swinging her legs to the beat he just smiles because yay his little girl likes it
or if she kind of sways her head to the music or sometimes she gets up and dances and that’s the best reaction
because if mini min doesn’t like the track, the track gets scrapped
sometimes he’s more direct and asks her and i feel like she’s really honest with him people always say that kids love whatever their parents do, but if yeona doesn’t like something yeona will tell you
“no that’s too slow daddy, i’m bored” “no that sounds funny daddy i don’t like it” “ooh i like that one i like the drums make it louder daddy!!!” and yoongi listens to her every word (and the other producers think he’s crazy for taking production advice from a literal child but yoongi doesn’t give a single fuck, her approval means everything)
is constantly showing yoongi new things she’s learned when it comes to music
“daddy look at what i learned how to play today!!”
and she’s always showing yoongi “new” music and even though he’s already heard he always plays along and tells her she has better taste in music than he does
there’s no way you can’t tell that she’s yoongi’s daughter i mean she’s exactly like him
she probably takes lots of naps in the studio too but that’s not at all the reason why yoongi bought a kumamon beanbag and a bunch of fluffy pillows and blankets and put them aside nope that was for him totally
yeona knows when not to bother her dad but i feel like if she’s really sleepy and it’s been a particularly long day sometimes she’ll go over to yoongi’s chair while he’s mixing beats or something and just kind of sit herself on his lap and make herself comfortable
sometimes she tries to stay awake and yoongi teaches her about the buttons on the soundboard
but sometimes she just wraps her small hands around his waist as much as she can and falls asleep
(yoongi loves when she does that the most)
of course yoongi and yeona have matching headphones what else were you expecting
he carries her everywhere like physically carries her in his arms at all time this is his princess we’re talking about here
will write songs about her (will pull a beyoncé and feature her on a track)
the boys’ kids probably all spend a lot time with their uncles, but i feel like yoongi’s kid would be most fond of hobi and jimin
because uncle jimin feeds her addiction to sweets and buys her lots of character plushies and always plays with her
uncle jimin the cuddliest and spoils her the most (and uncle jimin has fluffy hair that he lets her braid)
and because uncle hobi lets her into his recording studio and they always mess around and he knows all the buttons to make her voice sound all funky
sometimes hobi saves the recording tho and sends them to yoongi when he’s having a hard time and just opening a file of his little girl singing one of their songs and hearing her giggle at the end of the track is all he needed to get over his writer’s block or whatever it was that was bothering him
Summary: Moral of the story? Don’t fuck with Jeon Jungkook or else you’ll end up ruining your perfect attendance to chase his coattails.
Side couples: Suga x Jin (that’s a new one
for me lol)
Length: 47.4k – 20 chapters (on Asian fanfic) (no chaps on ao3)
Warnings: 47.4k WORDS OF PERFECTION AND
WILL HAVE YOU PISSING YOURSELF FROM LAUGHTER. (no warnings)
Review: OH. MY. GOD. IF YOU HAVE NOT READ
THIS PLEASE STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND READ. IT. RIGHT. NOW. Okay. Okay. I’m
calm. This is probably my all-time fave Taekook fic or at least in the top 3. I
stayed up till 3am to finish this amazing piece of perfection.
“I hate you. I hate you so much” I screamed whilst hurling the first thing my hand could reach at the half-dressed man at the end of my bed. The slight amusement in his eyes only furthered my anger and I wrapped my naked body in the sheets as a physical form of defence from the hurt he was inflicting.
“How could you do this? How can you just leave? Again. You promised me this time would be different and now I wake up to find you sneaking out of my apartment?” I felt my anger withering to self-pity and heartache but I refused to let him see that. I guess it was my fault for getting attached to him in the first place.
At my words, the amusement in his eyes dissipated and guilt filled his features. His brown hair was dishevelled having just woken up and his shirt was unbuttoned exposing his abs to my eyes which it made it that little bit harder to retain the grasp on my anger. He went to climb on to the bed, perhaps in an attempt to comfort me, but I dodged and scrambled to the right so I was standing across the bed from him, still clutching the sheets around myself.
“Babe I’m really sorry ok. Leading you on wasn’t my intention at all I thought you were aware of the type of relationship we have,” he responded.
“That’s a load of crap Shawn and you know it. You know full well that I thought this was a relationship and you knew exactly what you were doing when you decided to sneak out this morning. Did you even have any intention of answering my calls after this stunt or were you just planning on cutting me out of your life all together?”
He became visibly uncomfortable and he struggled to form his next sentence. His mouth opening and closing multiple times before he allowed himself to produce a sound. “I would have left a note,” he stated simply and it was with these words that my dwindling anger twisted to a calm rage.
“Get out.” I stated staring him dead in the eyes. His expression turned to one of horror at my words and he began to protest. “No-I-I didn’t mean,” he started but I cut him off.
“I said get out,” I started to shove him harshly towards the door of my apartment ignoring the apologies and attempts at an explanation which left his mouth. It was only once I’d slammed the door in his face and rested my back against it for support that I allowed myself to feel the myriad of emotions that Shawn had caused. As I sat, sobbing, against my door I couldn’t help but think about how I’d allowed myself to end up in this mess again.
His lips on my neck ignited a fire across the surface of my skin that made it almost impossible to turn down his request.
“Come on babe I miss you. I swear I’ll never hurt you like I did before. You’re all I want” he stated breathlessly in my ear before continuing his assault on my neck. The discord of the party drowned out by the hammering of my heart in my ears. I wanted him and I couldn’t deny that I’d missed him the months we’d been apart but warning sirens were blasting in my head and I knew that no-one could really change as much as he was implying he had.
Still, I overestimated by own strength too believing that I could have a casual one night stand with the boy who’d broken my heart and not catch any feelings again. Giving in to my desire, I gave a breathy ok and moved my head so our lips could meet. The kiss was powerful and Shawn was dominating, pushing me further into the wall and digging his nails into my hips. My fingers found themselves tangled in his curly mop of hair and I instinctively pulled it as his hips brushed against mine creating the friction I desperately needed.
Coming back to reality I chastised myself for my stupidity. Of course it hadn’t been different. It was exactly the same as the first time we ‘dated’ if you could even call it that. Once again, our relationship was driven by desire and I’d let myself believe it stemmed from a connection when he kept proving to me that it simply stemmed from hormones. His words echoed over and over in my mind taunting me and mocking me for being so blind. “I didn’t mean to lead you on, I didn’t mean to lead you on,” over and over and over again.
“Shawn stop,” I giggled as he chased me around the house aiming to tickle me. I laughed as he gained on me and I narrowly dodged by using the kitchen island to separate us. We stared at each other for a second before the chase was back on and we were running in circles like giddy school children. I remember that feeling so vividly; the feeling of being completely lost in a moment in time. The drama going on didn’t even register on my radar and I was living in a bubble. I didn’t know it was possible to feel as much as I did in the month that he gave me.
I shrieked as he finally caught hold of me and he span me around as his fingers assaulted my waist resulting in my cackling laughter resonating around the apartment. He placed me gently onto the kitchen island and we kissed deeply and what I thought was meaningfully. When he pulled away he brushed some of the hair out of my face and cupped my cheek, just simply staring for an almost uncomfortable amount of time.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he breathed out, the sound almost inaudible but he knew I’d heard him. I blushed and leant forward to hide my burning cheeks in his neck placing a soft kiss there as I did so. He chuckled at my embarrassment as carried me over to the sofa.
“Come on lets watch movies,” he suggested whilst placing me on the sofa and then arranging our position so I was nestled into his chest and our legs were intertwined.
“You only want to watch movies because you know it’ll lead to sex,” I laughed as I snuggled closer to him. I expected him to laugh and agree with me but instead his tone became serious
“No, I love cuddling with you and watching movies. It’s not just about the sex in fact I find that most of the time all I want to do is talk to you”
Right. Didn’t lead me on my ass. If it had purely been about sex then he wouldn’t have treated me that way and, despite what I said, I refused to believe he’d intentionally lead me on. Shawn was the nicest person I’d ever met and our friendship before we ruined it with sex must have been important to him. My determination to find the cause of his behaviour was interrupted by the realisation that he’d left. Again. I was, once again, forced to face reality and pick up the pieces of my life. When I was with Shawn nothing else mattered and he was all I focused on. He completely swept me away. Then, every time he left I’d be forced to return to the real world again and it got harder and harder each time.
I don’t think I’ll ever recover from the pain he caused me by leaving me that morning but at the same time I don’t think I’ll ever recover from the happiness he caused either. There isn’t another connection like the one we had; looking for a replacement was futile.