the answer to both of these questions is of course a devastating no

The Mother Dearest Theory

I almost named this theory “Return of the Mother of all Theories” but I thought “The Mother Dearest Theory” would probably be more fitting considering what this is going to be about. If you haven’t caught on by now with the name, let me fill you in… This theory is going to outline why I think Mary Drake is possibly the new A.D. 

I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW “But Rachel, what about Melissa/Twin/Any other possible character?” Simply because… There are too many things that point to Mary that I just can’t ignore anymore, and in true PLL fashion there is possibly Hitchcock involved. From the very beginning when Mary was introduced, she rubbed me the wrong way, something about the way she talks and carries herself screams psychopath to me (and trust me… I’ve spent most of my life researching them.) What she says doesn’t necessarily coincide with what she does, and things have been gradually building up to the point I can’t ignore the signs anymore.

 So, let’s start at the beginning so to speak… I’m going to talk about the twins from the Halloween story. We all know how it goes, one twin gets jealous of what the other twin had and then one twin stabs the other. Mary stabbed Jessica, Mary went to Radley, Mary met Pastor Ted and had Charlotte, Mary pretended to be Jessica, Mary got pregnant with Spencer by pretending to be Jessica with Peter (which is the huge secret Jessica and Peter had that they had a deal with), and Mary is batshit fucking crazy.

 Also let me ask this question, did we all just up and fucking forget this happened? 

How the hell did we forget that Mary dressed up as her dead sister to scare Alison (AND PUT HER IN THE HOSPITAL) and for that matter… How in the bloody hell did Mary know what Jessica was buried in if she wasn’t there burying herself. And for that matter, it would mean she ways the one who not only buried her- but she was there when Alison was buried as well. If you remember in season 5 when Alison came back to rosewood and Jessica’s body was found, Alison got a video of her mother being buried with a text attached saying “I buried her the same way I watched her bury you.”

 To be fairly truthful whether Mary stabbed Jessica doesn’t matter, the facts are that Mary spent a lot of time in Radley where (like I’ve outlined multiple times in other theories and it actually comes into play later…) Mary assumes Jessica’s identity which confirms not only that she was the mother Bethany was talking about and the “is it like mother like daughter?” Was referring to Mary and Charlotte and not Jessica and Alison, which is confirmed by the flashback of Jessica screaming at Alison that Cece was at Radley calling herself Alison. 

 Now to my favorite part… The Hitchcock aspect. Does everyone remember that scene where Hanna was being tortured in the barn and she hallucinates that’s Spencer is there stroking her hair and singing a song? (The same song and scene that they recreated with Mary and Spencer in the 7x10) 

Yeah that’s not a coincidence, look at Mary’s history… She assumes Jessica’s identity, she assumes Charlottes identity as A.D., she’s now assuming Spencer’s identity. Yes, my friends… PLL is pulling a reverse Psycho where Mother assumes the role of Norman instead of the other way around. Think about it, what’s the FIRST thing she does? Buy the lost woods, just as Norman Bates did with his mother and the bates motel. And just as Norman Bates assumed the identity of his mother, Mary seems to take the personality of her daughters on- becoming A.D. As Charlotte was A, and now becoming more caring, calm, and subdued like Spencer… Also people have been passing around this photo:

 I’d like you to notice something, look at the make-up and body language of both the scene where Spencer’s with Hanna and this scene compared to Mary’s tea cup scene… That ISN’T Spencer in there… That’s Mary. Confirmed by the fact Andrea was wearing the EXACT dress she was wearing.

Also, since we know for sure Mary and Archer we’re working together (and that she was helping torture Alison) guess who the only other person was who knew about the barn? Yep. Mary. And what just happened last episode? Hanna getting locked in like she was back in the barn, considering Archer is dead… There’s really only one other person who knew. Mary. 

Mary seems to have a pattern of assuming the identities of people she’s close with, so naturally that next step would be Spencer. Mary showed up before Charlotte died and A.D. Was introduced just as Charlotte appeared once Mona lost the game as A after season 2. 

Mary bought the Lost Woods where Hanna was kidnapped and tortured. And for that very matter how in the living fresh hell did she get that money in the first place? Mary was known to be working with Archer and we know for a fact whoever A.D. Is not only worked with Archer but knows the girls killed him. 

 We know for a fact that Mary was involved with everything because she LITERALLY SAYS TORTURING ALISON IS WHAT CHARLOTTE WOULD HAVE WANTED. Just like some antagonist I know of who seems to be targeting the girls because they think they had something to do with Charlotte’s death. 

We also know Jessica had some sore of heart condition and trouble getting to sleep (as per her prescriptions) that I don’t know… Would probably coincide with a devastating childhood trauma involving her twin sister? Which would only make Mary hate Jessica even MORE causing her to assume Jessica’s identity. “But she was in Radley!” Doesn’t it seem odd to anyone how the twin story was put in chronological order to where oddly a Radley sanitarium car shows up at the house the exact DAY the twin story is told? 

 This would also mean Charlotte, Mary, and Bethany were all in Radley at the same time and if that doesn’t scream trouble incoming I don’t know what does. This also brings me to the obvious blatant lie that Mary and Charlotte didn’t know each other. She literally called herself Cece Drake. The same last name. And Mary says with quite confidence “You’re the only man my daughter truly ever loved” 

Side-note, whoever is revealed as Jessica’s killer could’ve possibly made the mistake of thinking they were killing Mary instead of Jessica, in which case you’d think it would throw the theory off course- but it actually doesn’t. It could’ve been Charlotte and she lied about it, it could’ve been someone who thought Jessica was Mary by mistake, it could’ve been Mary herself. But the signs point to Mary as being her killer, or at least being there as Jessica was being buried per her clothes a la zombie Jessica in 6x20. 

Now as per why… Simple answer, Mary wants everything that she feels was taken from her. She wants the life that she feels was taken from her. She wants revenge for the daughter she lost. She wants revenge on the families who had what she always wanted. 

 As for Charlotte’s killer (If she’s dead at all…) I will tell you that you’d do well to watch Mona. Or even possibly someone who appears to be Mona. They’re going to bring in Melissa and Wren to make it appear as though they have something to do with it, revealing things that we’ve wondered about them for a long time… 

And Melissa’s luggage bag handle may have been missing but I would like to remind you… Who paid off the mechanic and drove the huge truck that nearly ran over Emily to get it back?

 I hope the theory was well worth the wait, it was good to get back in the theory game again. 

Don’t worry, we all go a little mad sometimes.

One day Naruto looses his memory on a mission.

It’s not that bad really, he still remembers his name and that he’s from Konoha he just…doesn’t remember all his friends or anything like that. He doesn’t remember how close he is to all of them. But Kakashi tells them as long as they tell him small stories about their relationships and how it was all like with him.

So Naruto is extremely confused and hardly remembers any of what they tell him, though it strikes a cord in his mind. 

Meanwhile Sasuke, who’s devastated at this development, has been avoiding Naruto, but it’s Sakura who pushes him to visit. 

And Naruto recognizes him. Not his name, or who he is exactly but he just feels familiar to him. 

Everyone decides to leave them alone but Sasuke sits with him and tells him their story. And there’s just so much and Naruto just soaks it right up. 

But then while Naruto is sitting there, watching Sasuke tell him everything they’ve been through he just asks,

“Did you love me?” 

And Sasuke is frozen because he’s staring at Naruto and Naruto is staring at him and they both know the answer but Sasuke just…can’t say it. Finally, Naruto just mutters, 

“Because I think I loved you.”

Sasuke leaves. He avoids Naruto and these feelings because there’s no way Naruto loves him back. There’s no way he could remember loving him because how could someone as bright as Naruto want him? 

Of course, Naruto eventually does get his memories back and the first thing he does it find Sasuke. He corners him and looks him straight in the eye.

“You never answered my question.” He says.

“Do I have to?”

“Just please…do you love me?”

And Sasuke can’t lie. He can’t say no because he’s been bottling that up for years. And the smile on Naruto’s face makes it worth it. Especially now they had a new promise of forever

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“Why can’t I come with you?”

That question had been resonating in Harry’s mind for the past 12 hours and, despite having very logical reasoning behind it, he was finding it increasingly hard not to break down and buy two more plane tickets. His daughter was very good at persuasion, especially when she was upset, and every cry that came from her lips lessened Harry’s resolve immensely.

But, you both had decided that this particular trip was going to be one that you and your daughter sat out of. Harry was only going to be gone for four days and the weather forecast for New York wasn’t great; it was just as easy for you to keep yourself and your daughter at home in London while Harry made the trek, instead of having to lug both yourselves and tons of extra warm clothing in case you got stuck there for a few extra days.

Every other trip that Harry had made in the four years since your daughter had been born, he had made with the two of you in tow; his schedule was flexible and sparse enough that adding two extra bodies on a week long trip to LA wasn’t a big deal. When he had gone on tour for six months, he had brought you with him; there was no way he was going away that long and leaving the two loves in his life at home. Your daughter was now used to being a little jetsetter with daddy and felt quite special whenever she got to fly in a plane and get “important” orange juice from the flight attendant in a big-girl cup. You weren’t sure exactly what her reaction would be in learning that she would be left behind with you on this trip, but you figured it wouldn’t be good.

You opted to keep the news under wraps until as close to Harry’s departure time as you could, just to avoid long, drawn out meltdowns if that were the case. The afternoon before, you and Harry sat down with her when she was in a good mood (fed, not in need of a nap and happily playing with toys) and told her that daddy was going to have to go away for a few days, but that she would have to stay home with you. Her face immediately dropped in confusion; this was unheard of, why would daddy be going away without her? You ALWAYS went with him when he travelled.

“Why can’t I come with you?” she pouted.

“Daddy’s only going for a few days and it’s going to be cold there,” he tried to explain, “You and mummy wouldn’t have any fun.”

“But I want to come!”

“I know you do, love, but I promise you’ll be so much happier staying here. You wouldn’t see daddy lots anyway; he’s got a lot of boring meetings to go to with Uncle Jeff,” Harry explained, crinkling his nose.

“If it’s boring, why don’t you stay here with me and mummy and Uncle Jeff can go by himself?” she argued.

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Youtuber AU Masterlist

The Bells And The Beats -  nuclearchinchilla

Summary:  In which Leo and Guang-Hong become famous YouTubers, Yuuri and Viktor get married, and large nets are somewhat involved in all this.

Birds of A Feather -  nocturnal_wanderlust

Summary:  Katsuki Yuuri is a 20-year-old dance student at an arts college. He dreams of one day gracing the world stage with his unique dance style. However, he usually holds himself up in his room watching Youtube videos of his favorite dancer, Viktor Nikiforov. When Yuuri gets the opportunity of a lifetime he’s not sure how to respond. Follow Yuuri on his journey towards becoming a more confident dancer and winning Viktor’s heart.

Break Me Down, Down, Down legolifesaver

Summary: Yuri refused to let anyone call his videos “pointless”. He spent too much of his time on them and he wasn’t about to let some asshole question him.orYuri runs a fashion channel, Otabek makes covers, and they both meet in the middle.

Changing Seasons Soigne

Summary: Seasons come and go, mostly in the same fashion of obsessions and numerous phases. Nearly all of the greater bit of the population go through these small trifles and continue on with life without a second thought- but not Victor Nikiforov. He has an undying interest in a smaller YouTuber by the name of Katsuki Yuuri, and what makes it even worse, is the fact that he has no idea whatsoever as to why. He doesn’t even want anyone to find out about his seeming obsession, and still, he’s still watching his YouTube videos at four in the morning when he can’t sleep. Better yet- he can’t stop watching the younger male’s videos with great integrity and character being discovered within himself. Viktor can’t find himself becoming bored with whatever is drawing him to the other YouTuber, and he’s even becoming concerned for his own mentality at the same time. Of course, there’s no real harm, as he would never be able to meet the YouTuber in real life- that is, until he stumbles upon him at PlayList Live, and fangirls like a complete imbecile in front of thousands of his subscribers.Also, the fic in which all of the characters are absolute dorks, and Viktor is too gay and sassy to function.

Collab With Me? SindarDragonRider

Summary: After Phichit posts a video of Yuuri watching Viktor Nikiforov’s latest video, one thing leads to another and suddenly Viktor’s flying to Detroit to do a collaboration with Yuuri.Viktor, of course, is excited to get to know and befriend the beautiful vlogger he saw online and quickly became infatuated with. Yuuri’s freaking out because THE Viktor Nikiforov - one of the most successful YouTubers in the world - is talking to him and he has no idea what he’s doing (of course, he’s secretly just as excited as Viktor himself)aka the YouTube AU where Yuuri’s a cinnamon roll and Viktor loves him for it

Cook Cook Fall in Love -  Blackbeyond

Summary: Victor Nikiforov is the most decorated chef in the world.Yuuri is a YouTuber who happens to cook his recipes.There’s only so much Victor can resist when there’s a cute, Japanese boy complimenting him and correcting him and saying he’d be an amazing teacher.What else is he supposed to do but teach him?

Go for Tech -  HopeCloudsObservation

Summary: Yuuri and friends(?) volunteer as staff at a convention. Yuuri tries his best to keep himself together, but that hasn’t exactly gone well for him before. It’s one thing being manager; managing this department in particular is another challenge entirely.“I’m not sure how I survive it every year to be completely honest.”

Haute Watermelonsmellinfellon

Summary: Yuuri is a hot dancer and a dedicated fasionista. He doesn’t care what the haters have to say on the matter, he knows it and his subscribers know it. Shockingly, Victor Nikiforov seems to think so as well. And when Victor’s attention is focused on Yuuri, life begins to take an interesting twist.Has Victor always been so extra?

Hello World! nocturnal_wanderlust

Summary:  Yuuri Katsuki is pushed into creating a YouTube channel by his best friend and roommate, Phichit. Through his channel Yuuri is able to gain a following and the attention of one of his favorite YouTubers.

helpless -   Barricadesatfleetstreet

Summary: The ‘they are small Youtubers who just happened to find eachother online’ au absolutely no one asked for.

How to save a life obtainjh

Summary:  Music AU in which Yuuri is a somewhat known musician who due to family issues had to leave music and focus in his studies but never quite left music and started a YouTube channel that got even more popular the moment Viktor Nikiforov, a reknown musician, watched one of Yuuri’s renditions of his songs.

How Would You Feel -  aypreal

Summary:  “I have a feeling that Mr Evil Hamster’s main goal was for me to announce my status quo to the world in guise of having to play an acoustic love song. Anyway, let’s get this over with. This one’s for you baby.”

I love you, my dear -  indianchai

Summary:  Musician au where famous YouTube singer Victor is practically in love with a famous singer/lyricist named Lilith (who has never revealed his true identity to the public). Victor feels compelled to go to Lilith’s first show of his world tour (even though he’s never met him) and on the flight there, he sits next to this guy named Yuuri, completely oblivious to the fact that Yuuri is his idol, Lilith.

ILYSB aypreal

Summary:  The excuse was; the last available flight from Kazakhstan to Moscow was three days before the main show, the 2017 Spring Fashion Week, the next flight was a day after the closing of the season. Someone must have played a joke and somehow misrouted all the planes for the Kazakhstan-Moscow route. Then of course, given that it was crowded for the Moscow Fashion week, all hotels were booked and Yuri was one of the higher staffs under Viktor that doesn’t have any partners nor family members staying with him. So as courtesy for the imported DJ, Yuri was tasked to host the man who will bring the music to Viktor’s schemes. Otabek Altin.

Intertwined -  FutabaYoshioka

Summary:  Phichit is a YouTuber and Yuuri has been harbouring a crush on Viktor for way too long. After Yuuri’s poor performance at the Grand Prix Final and the depression that followed him afterwards, Phichit decides it is time to bring them together.

On New Found Determination -  ReccoFanfiction

Summary:  A helpful stranger pointed out the high points of Yuuri’s performance at the Grand Prix and it causes a changes throughout Yuuri’s life and future.

Polyamory 101 -  Bassarid

Summary:  Based on a prompt by Lorienleylines: “an au where Phichit, Guang Hong, and Leo are all college students, Phichit is a semi-famous youtuber, and he invites Guang Hong and Leo to join him on his channel to answer submitted questions about polyamory. (Established relationship pls)”

Show Some Pinterest! Goggles_McGee

Summary: After a devastating defeat at a big cooking competition, Yuuri Katsuki is distraught but his friends come up with a way for him to continue cooking without that much pressure. And it’s just a great way to have run and share their interests with others. They start a YouTube channel called: Show Some Pinterest!They find pins on Pinterest to try, like recipes, DIY crafts, and workout plans.Yuuri loves it. He loves the comfort of working with his friends, he loves that he still gets to cook. Sure, he’s a but upset that he utterly failed at his favorite competition, not to mention, failed in front of his idol chef. But he tries to put that all behind him.But how can he do that when said idol tracks him down in Detroit and wants to coach him so he can redeem himself at the very competition he failed at?

sugary sweet kevincriesblood

Summary:  Katsuki Yuuri works at a coffee shop. Unfortunately, it is a coffee shop that happens to be his idol’s favorite. He regularly sees the vlogger he has posters of, which he’s not sure if that’s good or bad. Yuuri also has a not safe for work blog that he updates, with a rather sweet, odd anon.
It’s also an issue that he fantasizes that this anon is his idol. He’d never really date a guy like Yuuri, right?

You Have (1) Notification arzenpai, hosarin

Summary: Katsuki Yuuri wouldn’t call himself an internet sensation, no matter how many people followed them for their skating videos and Phichit’s prank vines. Despite the number of people who would recognize him and ask for a selfie on the street, his life is plain.On the other hand, Viktor Nikiforov is an internet sensation, but he needs inspiration.He finds it when Mila shows him a video from the channel Shall We Skate.

Yuri and The Science Experiment ushijimascacti

Summary:  Yuri Plisetsky is quick to become addicted to something, whether that “something” be breaking a world record held by his Japanese rival or learning about biology and the scientific world. The young 16 year-old is the secret face of the youtube channel “Как сделать”, or “How to Make”. This channel features a variety of videos from anti-aging potions to the creation of the Homunculus, one of Yuri’s greatest achievements (other than earning gold at the Grand Prix Final the year previous). He is very proud of this fascinating discovery and made it by entering a random donor’s sperm into the yolk of an egg. After this step, he covered the egg and left it to incubate for many weeks. Over time, he has created two successful organisms and in this story attempts to make one more. This time, though, he is too impatient and the outcome is a bit… annoying. (P.S. idk russian so pretend he’s talking in russian!!!!!)

Just the Five of Us

Written for @samantha-girlscout for the rarepair flash exchange by @miraculousexchange! You should all definitely check out all of the fics. All of the ones I’ve read so far have been incredible!
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Marinette had always expected that the first person to learn she was Ladybug would be her partner or possibly her best friend. She never expected it to be Chloe Bourgeois of all people.

When Ladybug stumbled into the quiet corner, her earrings beeping out their final warning, she assumed she was alone. That was until she bumped into Chloe as her transformation fell and knocked both of them over, leaving Marinette sprawled across Chloe’s stomach.

They locked eyes for a moment, and Marinette held her breath, terrified to see Chloe’s reaction to learning that she, of all people, was Ladybug. Chloe shrieked.

“Wait, don’t yell!” Marinette clamped a hand over Chloe’s mouth. “Look, you can’t tell anyone, and you can’t yell.”

Chloe didn’t even scold Marinette for smudging her lip gloss. She just pushed Marinette’s hand away and launched into a breathless series of questions. “You’re Ladybug? Really? You’ve been Ladybug all along? You saved my life!”

Marinette sat back, raising a brow as she eyed Chloe. “Yes, yes, yes, and of course, I did. I’m a hero.”

“I can’t believe I’m friends with Ladybug!” Chloe squealed, as though the past five years of constant belittling and selfish behavior simply hadn’t happened. She even sat up and pulled Marinette into a hug.

“Whoa, hold on.” Marinette pried herself free. “We’re not friends.”

“We’re not?”

Marinette had no idea how to explain to those wide blue eyes why the idea of them being friends was so ridiculous, so instead, she elected to stand and turn around. “We need to get back to class.”

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anonymous asked:

heya, i know this'll be a load of hassle for you and i completely understand if you don't want to but could you explain the whole mclennon thing a bit more for me? i know they were obviously very close but i'm kinda new to it all so i'm still a bit clueless about things.

Once upon a time, in a land called Liverpool, lived 2 young boys named John Lennon and Paul McCartney.

John was a witty, funny guy, who didn’t like school and preferred to wander the streets with his school mates and play banjo. Paul was a smart guy who had really good grades at school and occasionally played piano with his father at home. Since his mother’s death, Paul became obsessed with music, exchanging the trumphet his father gave him for his birthday for a guitar. He really knew how to play it, and sometimes he showed his music skills to his friends at school. One of them, Ivan, saw his talent and thought it was a good idea to make him know another friend who was into music as well: John. They met on a hot, humid day in 1957 in a church hall, and it was love at first sight.

Paul thought John how to play the guitar, how to tune it, John thought Paul how to skip school and write songs together in his house when Jim was at work. For his birthday John got some money and he decided to spend it in Paris with Paul. They stayed one week, visiting the city, frequenting art cafés pretending to be artists, planning their future, and sleeping in one bed in an old motel. They loved to be alone just the two of them, and sometimes they felt reality and the pressure of their family too suffocating. ‘Playing the guitar is all very well, John, but you’ll never make a living at it.’ said Mimi. “You have to find a steady job.” said Jim. When they wrote ‘Oh Johnny Johnny!’ , one of the very first songs of them, they expressed their hopes and dreams to go away, cause Paul’s father and Mimi were too oppressive and they wanted to leave Liverpool and live happily just the two of them.

When fame arrived, they became closer than before. They wrote songs eyeball to eyeball in Jane Asher’s house, and while they pretended to adress those songs to their supposed girlfriends, they were nothing but love letters they sent each other. If I fell, a song they recorded while holding hands or Here there and everywhere, a song Paul wrote at John’s house while waiting for him to wake up. And Nowhere man, You’ve got to hide your love away...the list is too long to mention them all. They were the most important person in each other’s lives, and the songs they wrote were the proof. “John’s princess”: that’s how the people who worked at Abbey Road called Paul. Maybe they were joking, or maybe they listened to some weird kisses noises while they were busy recording ’Think for Yourself’. When the Beatles made a Shakespeare sketch on tv, Paul played Pyramus while John played Thisbe. After that, they both bought 2 cats naming them Pyramus and Thisbe: John gave Thisbe to Paul, and Paul gave Pyramus to John.

While the Beatlesmania hit the world and the Beatles too, John’s main problem was try to find someone who could keep his feet on the ground (Help!): a crying need for help only Paul could solve. They even had a secret code they used in public to talk to each other, the spider hand thing’. In Florida they ended up crying together one night confessing how much they loved each other. Cause they knew it, but they never had the courage to say it, and in that moment, in which the whole world seemed to love and want the Beatles more than anything else, what they really needed were just each other. When the ‘bigger than jesus’ issue emerged, John was on the verge of quitting. Before the interviews he cried, he couldn’t stand one more question about it without feeing guilty. And it was always Paul who helped him, talking for him, reassuring him, telling him it would pass.

The fame was too much and they decided to quit touring and spend some time alone. The Sgt. Pepper era arrived: John and Paul lived a couple of miles away from each other, they all bought new houses, had an indepent life, but they always spent time together and not just to write songs. In that period they were more closer than ever. One night they were in the studio and John took too much LSD and he went to the roof, scaring the rest of the band. Paul took him home, and for the first time he took LSD too, cause he wanted to be with John, always. In misery and in fear. And they had this incredible, fantastic trip together, looking in each other eyes for hours, and Paul helping John to not get hurt. Their relationship was at its peak. When Brian died, everyone was shocked. The first thing John did after he heard the news was looking for Paul, when they met they hugged tightly. They felt lost, but they still had each other. They went to India, thanks to George who introduced them to the Maharishi, a ‘guru’  John saw as someone who could give him the right answers. But it didn’t happen, it turned out that the Maharishi took advantage of the girls in India, and John and Paul, who went there to try find the meaning of life, ended up discussing about each other and their relationship. Friends? No, we’re more. Boyfriends? Absolutely not. How dare you, we are the Beatles! We are in the 60s, a homophobic society who would bury us alive if we’d admit we feel something for each other. Suddenly, the person who mattered the most for John took a step back, cause John exposed him. Because they never really talked about what they were for each other, and for a long time it was convenient for Paul, who could play and joke with it as much as he wanted. But John never took it as a joke, as something futile. It was important for him, and he suddenly felt betrayed.

When they went to New York for the Apple press conference, in the car that took them to the airport Paul brought a woman he had met: Linda Eastman. John felt annoyed and bothered enough to step in Abbey Road a week later with a new fiancé: Yoko Ono, the woman who soon started to replace John, talking for him, taking decisions for him, and keeping her eveywhere, even when Paul asked to write songs together. Paul couldn’t talk to John anymore. John always needed to be reassured, he constantly needed someone by his side who could stay with him 100%, and this time the partner wasn’t Paul anymore. And he literally started using her against Paul. “I don’t want to hold your hand anymore” he told Paul right after a session at Abbey Road. Paul was devasted, he left Abbey road crying while Mal brought him home. He wrote Oh!Darling, Let it be, The long and winding road, the whole album was filled with tragic love songs. But why? He was engaged with Linda! He loved her. Who he really was talking about? During a Let it be session, they confessed each other that all those tragic love songs made them look like they were lovers.

They married their partners both in May, first Paul, then a week later John. They split up, you would say, this is the end. Well it’s not, they never really quitted. Because they spent 5 years, from 1970 to 1975 writing songs to each other: ‘How do you sleep’ ‘Dear Friend’ ‘Too many people’,Jealous guy’, in which John admitted that he got mad at Paul in the late 60s cause he was jealous.

John separated from Yoko in 1975. He met May Pang, and from that moment he started calling Paul again, dreaming to meet him again. He asked everyone if it was a good move to do. He asked May Pang, who said “Yes! of course! do it!” he asked to Paul Simon who replied Come back to Paul!”. They met in Los Angeles on a weekend. John was playing when Paul unexpectedly stopped by. When they met the room hushed. They looked at each other and started off tentatively, with a handshake and an inside joke: “Valiant Paul McCartney, I presume?” Lennon said, referencing the Shakespeare sketch they did. McCartney immediately responded: “Sir Jasper Lennon, I presume?”.

They played together and it was like coming back to the old times. John felt an excitement he hadn’t felt for years. He was ready, he wanted to come back to him, to England, to Julian. But Yoko came back, and all the hopes and dreams suddenly fell away. In 1976 Paul was in New York and they saw each other again, he didn’t know that was the last time he ever saw John. In 1980 John felt depressed, cause Yoko was leaving him for another man, and he didn’t feel creative enough to write songs anymore. He wrote a desperateJust like starting over’ on the tune of the old 50s song he played with Paul, asking him to come back together. Paul was ready, John too. Destiny maybe not. John died, and left Paul full of regrets and words never said to him that he transformed into songs: ‘Here today’, ‘The lovers that never were’ ‘My brave face‘, just to mention some of them.

John is dead, Mclennon is over? Nope. Cause Paul will not just keep writing songs about John and their beautifully tragic love story, but he even got a song from John, from the afterlife. I’m not kidding. In 1981, Paul worked on his tribute album to John Lennon called Tug of War. One song in this album is Get It, to which he invited Carl Perkins. Carl loved the experience and the following morning he wrote My Old Friend for Paul in appreciation. In fact, he recounted to Paul that usually when he writes he needs a pen and a sheet of paper to record his thoughts on, but this time the words just stuck with him. He then played the song to Paul. And Paul, upon hearing the song, went out of the room crying. Linda who was left with Carl explained that Carl’s words hit Paul hard because John’s last words to Paul when they last met before he was shot down were, “”Think about me every now and then, old friend”, words, which Carl unknowingly put into this song. In an interview Carl Perkins said: “Paul was crying, tears were rolling down his pretty cheeks, and Linda said, ‘Carl, thank you so much.’ I said, ‘Linda, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry.’ She said, ‘But he’s crying, and he needed to. He hasn’t been able to really break down since that happened to John.’ And she put her arm around me and said, ‘But how did you know?’ I said, ‘Know what?’ She said, ‘There’s two people in the world that know what John Lennon said to Paul, the last thing he said to him. But now there’s three, and one of them’s you, you know it.’ I said, ‘Girl, you’re freaking me out! I don’t know what you’re talking about!’ She said that the last words that John Lennon said to Paul in the hallway of the Dakota building were, he patted him on the shoulder and said, ‘Think about me every now and then, old friend.’‘McCartney really feels that Lennon sent me that song, he really does.’”

Close friends to Paul revealed that he talks about John in the present tense, and sometimes he admits that when he is writing a song but can’t finish it, he asks John for help, feeling him by his side and always being able to correct it and finish it.

This is the story of two men who loved each other so deeply that they wrote the greatest songs of music history about it.

pinnochio

genre: fluff + dashes of angst, toy!au

star of the show: NCT’s Mark 

word count: 2,353 words

author’s note: this is told in toy!mark’s p.o.v. *extra points for you if you can guess what kind of toy Mark is before the revealing in the fic itself.*

Originally posted by 1aeil

opening line: “If only you were real–then I can confidently tell everyone about my new friend who I talk to and play with every day.” 

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BTS Reacting to You Having His Child in Secrecy

Prompt: “BTS reactions to finding out that you, a former gf, secretly had his child? (After he broke up with you because of fan/company/media pressure and he wanted to concentrate on his career.)”

Jin: After discovering that you had his child after the break up, he would immediately feel guilty. He would beat himself up for not being there for you or for his child. He would be hurt that you had the child in secrecy, but he would only really be mad at himself. He would probably go through great lengths to be a part of the child’s life, wanting to take on the role of being a father.

Originally posted by jiminahhh

Suga: Yoongi would probably be mad that you not only neglected to tell him that you were pregnant, but also that you hid his child from him. He would be unsure of what to say other than questioning why you did this. He would spend a lot of time thinking about what his next course of action should be, feeling conflicted because of his future. He’d feel responsible for the child and would want to be a father figure, but wouldn’t know how to approach it.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Namjoon: Namjoon would also feel guilty. He would feel guilty for choosing his career over you, for choosing his career over his child. He would be so distraught that you had his this from him and would want to start building a future for the child. He would attempt to balance his job as an idol with being a father so that he would be able to provide for the child while also spending time with them. 

Originally posted by jeonngi

Hoseok: When you told him that you had his kid, he would immediately go quiet. His head would rush with thoughts ranging from the guilt of not being there to wondering why you didn’t tell him, why you’d want to hide this. He’d need time to clear his head, trying to find what would be best for him to do. The obvious answer would be to be there for his child, but he would also wonder about his career. He’d be a mess.

Originally posted by featureless-spy

Taehyung: He would be the most hurt of all of the members, considering how family oriented he is. His brain would immediately go into panic mode and he would spew things out about leaving the group and trying to take on the role of a parent. You would probably have to calm him down so that he could actually take the time to think about it. He would also probably want to see if there was a chance of getting back with you. His priority would become taking care of his child and being an active father figure.

Originally posted by toughchim

Jimin: Jimin would be heart-broken that you felt the need to hide something like this from him. Even after breaking up, he still wanted you to know that he would be a reliable person for you, so when he found out that you had his child and didn’t tell him, he would be devastated. He would need some alone time to think about what needs to be done so he can be a good father while also being financially stable. He would want to provide for the both of you and would try his hardest to be active in your lives.

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

Jungkook: Jungkook would probably go numb. His heart would stop and he wouldn’t have any idea what to think, say, or do. A silence would fall over the both of you and he would most likely start to cry without realizing it. His first response to break the silence would be a quiet, “Why?” He would look to his eldest members for advice on how to handle it and would take a lot of time to think about the necessary steps to take in life, considering the situation.

Originally posted by baebsaes

Tell It To The Barista

In which Riskua starts working at a coffee shop

A little ficlet for @tsume-yuki​ for her fic Tell it to the Marines. Because the coffee shop AU didn’t yet exist and I love TITTM so much.

A peaceful little job, Mama had suggested after they moved to this town from Melring. Riskua needs to get out more, apparently.

Riskua is fairly certain that this hadn’t been what she meant. Actually, knowing her mother, it might have been exactly what she was talking about.

Whoever thought coffee shops were peaceful needed a reality check. It’s Riskua’s second day. The store manager just quit and walked off, and with her three of the employees. Which leaves just her and Law, a guy who’s working here surprisingly not to pay for his classes - he’s some sort of genius and has a full scholarship, also his father is apparently kind of over the top when it comes to giving him money - but because he genuinely loves coffee. And another reason, but Riskua doesn’t yet know what it is.

It’s the morning. This is the only coffee shop near the university campus. And there’s only Riskua and Law manning the shop.

Law gives her a look akin to one a general might give his troops just before heading into battle.  “At least we’ll be prepared for the zombie apocalypse, Ris-ya,” he says.

She gives him a lopsided grin and twirls her pen before clutching it like a dagger. “My father always says to beat them off with a stick. It never made sense until now.”

Law gives her a mildly exasperated look, and then there’s no time to speak anymore. The masses have arrived. It is time for battle.

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Stuck with Me

PART 1

Originally posted by bridget-malfoy-stilinski-hale

Sam x Reader (eventually)

Words: hair under 1,700

A/N: Once upon a time I had this little idea, next thing I know it turned into a multi-part monstrosity. It’s been in the works for a while now, and is pretty much done so I’ll be updating it on a pretty regular basis (probably twice a week). Thanks as per usual go out to my darling wifey Beka ( @impala-dreamer ) who has listened to me bang my head against the wall more than once and assured me I wasn’t bat shit crazy for putting this out there.  

P.S. this will shift POV’s periodically, hopefully it isn’t confusing (but please let me know if it is).


“Hey sweetheart. What’re you doing in here so late?”

“Hungry. AGAIN. And I swear I’m going to turn orange soon because carrots are the only thing I want to eat.”

“Well I’ll leave you to it, just came for some water. Don’t stay in here too late – that’s my niece you’re growing in there – you need your rest.”

“Goodnight. Dean.”

Dean shot up in bed, so confused by the dream he wasn’t really confident where he was.

What. In. The. Hell.

Dreaming about pretty girls wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary. Dreaming about pretty girls, pretty very-pregnant-carrot-eating-in-my-kitchen girls sure as shit was. Niece? Seriously. Did he drink last night? Wrong question. How much did he drink last night?

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ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS (SPN SEASON 12-13 HIATUS FIC)

**Hey guys, this is gonna be a multi-chapter fic, and as I’m no longer on Ao3, it’ll be exclusively on my Tumblr blog- if you don’t want to miss a chapter let me know and I’ll tag you in future instalments! Starts out angsty but I promise will end happy!!!**

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CHAPTER ONE


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“Where am I?” The question came instantly, unbidden, before his eyes had even had a chance to adjust to the blackness. Speaking felt different somehow; the words hung heavy and strange on Castiel’s tongue. Something was wrong. He blinked, reaching his hands out in front of him, trying to orient himself, trying to verify this was real, that he was somewhere tangible, but the darkness was so impossibly thick he couldn’t even tell if he was moving.

“You’re in the Empty,” a familiar but unwelcoming voice answered calmly. Other voices sounded distantly, a faint hum.

“No,” Castiel said, automatically denying. He tried to furrow his brow but again had the disorienting sensation of not really existing, of somehow being disjointed from his body- any body.

“Feels strange, doesn’t it? You’ll get used to it,” the voice continued contemptuously. “If you decide to stay, that is.”

“Stay?” Cas repeated blankly. “Why would I… I don’t belong here. I’m not- I’m not-”

“Dead?” the voice supplied. Castiel tried to convince himself he was imagining the mirth in the rich female voice.

“Think, Castiel. What’s the last thing you remember?”

Cas wracked his brain.

“The portal,” he answered slowly. “Lucifer. I stabbed him… I knew it wouldn’t kill him, but I hoped it would buy me time to escape before the portal closed…”

“And did it? Buy you time?”

He remembered stepping through the portal, back to the dirt ground outside the lake house, night falling. He remembered just one glimpse of Dean’s face, relieved and hopeful, impossibly beautiful… and then those brilliant green eyes widening in fear, in shock-

“He- Lucifer. He followed me?” Cas questioned uncertainly.

“You’re dead, Castiel. You tell me.” It was hard to tell, of course, given the pitch-blackness, but the voice sounded gloating. Why was it so familiar? A woman’s voice he’d heard before, several times…

“No,” Cas repeated, but the sinking feeling betrayed him. He couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t be. In the Empty? Was it possible?

“And now, you’re gonna stay dead.”

Castiel’s chest clenched in horror. “Billie…” he whispered.

“Welcome to your afterlife, Castiel.”


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“Dean,” Sam’s voice sounded gently. “It’s time.”

“No,” Dean answered immediately. His voice was hoarse from disuse.

They were still at the lakehouse.

“Dean,” Sam repeated softly. His hazel eyes brimmed with concern. “It’s been two days. We have to say goodbye.”

“No,” Dean said, with a little more force.


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After spying the Nephilim in the corner of the nursery, Sam barely had time to react before the yellow-eyed human-angel hybrid vanished with an eerie grin. Sam had searched the house and yard top to bottom but the Nephilim was long gone. Reluctantly, Sam had gone back outside to his brother who was still kneeling, still as a statue, next to his fallen best friend.

The image of the tattered, black wings scorched onto the ground was too much- too final, but Dean couldn’t look away. He’d stared at the black outline of feathers and bone because he couldn’t bring himself to look at Cas, at the familiar trench coat and tie splayed on the ground; at the dark hair that the angel had learned to style but that Dean always secretly preferred messed up; at the strong limbs bent at an awkward angle where he’d fallen; at the eyes that once were once an unusually bright blue but were now closed forever. He’d sat there, broken but dry-eyed, not caring about the Nephilim, not caring about anything, until Sam returned and found him.

Sam retrieved a grey blanket from the Impala and draped it across Dean’s shoulders before sitting himself down cross-legged beside him. The brothers sat in silence, tears finally allowed to streak down Sam’s cheeks, Dean stone-faced but clearly devastated. It was dawn before Sam finally made a move to go inside. He put a hand under Dean’s arm, tugging upward, but Dean shrugged him off.

“I’m staying,” Dean said gruffly.

Sam didn’t argue. He did a final once-over of the house, checking for anything out of the ordinary, anything that needed to be cleaned up or destroyed. Kelly’s body had vanished with the Nephilim and while Sam was greatly concerned, he was somewhat relieved at not having to find her family or bury yet another victim of the supernatural world.

He gave Dean an hour before rummaging through the house and making Dean a strong cup of coffee with lots of sugar. Dean accepted the cup but didn’t drink.

“We can give him a hunter’s funeral,” Sam said finally. “Do you want to come with me to chop some wood?”

“No!” Dean burst out immediately.

Sam blinked in surprise. “Dean… we can’t just leave him.”

“I’ll bury him myself.”

“But-”

“I said I’ll do it myself!” Dean roared.

Sam bit back his reply. Cas was an angel, after all- he shouldn’t have a soul; not that he was likely to come back as a ghost anyway. “Okay,” Sam sighed, resigned. “Whatever you want.”

“Just… just not yet,” Dean said, and he tore his eyes away from the scorch marks long enough to glance at Sam.

Sam nodded in understanding. Dean looked so vulnerable, his bottom lip trembling, the muscles in his jaw clenching as Dean struggled to keep himself together. He turned back to Cas, this time his calloused hand gingerly clasping the angel’s.

That had been two days ago, and while Sam was still mourning as well, he also understood that they needed to get moving. Their mom- who knew what was happening to her this very moment? Not to mention, it was surely only a matter of time before angels and demons alike came sniffing around- it wasn’t safe for them to stay here any longer. And Cas… Sam wasn’t sure what happened to the bodies of fallen angels whose vessels were not really a vessel, but their own body personally hand-crafted by God, but Sam didn’t want to wait to find out. They needed to put their friend to rest.

Finally Dean broke. “I can’t, Sammy. I can’t do it. I can’t.” For the first time in two days, Dean wept, deep, heart-wrenching sobs that shuddered through his whole body. It was too much- Cas, their mother and Lucifer back, both of them lost, the Nephilim escaped, Cas…

Sam itched to comfort him, but he knew Dean would probably reject the affection. It was uncharacteristic of Dean even to allow himself this kind of public grief. Sam settled for kneeling beside him and placing a hand on his shoulder. The younger Winchester wasn’t entirely certain he fully understood the bond between Dean and Cas, but it was painfully obvious that to Dean, this was a loss unlike any other. “I’m sorry,” Sam murmured quietly. “I’m so sorry.”

Eventually, Dean’s ragged gasps slowed and evened out. His eyes remained glassy and red-rimmed, but his tears stopped. He looked exhausted, world-weary; he had every right to, of course, but it wasn’t often he let himself own it.

Neither Winchester was prepared for when Castiel’s once-lifeless body suddenly shuddered before them, sucking in a loud breath.

Castiel pushed himself up to sitting, chest heaving as he blinked around at them.

White as a sheet, Dean stared in terror, scrambling to get off the ground. Sam pulled him to his feet, shaking.

“Dean?” Cas rasped in his gravelly voice. He hurriedly scrambled to his feet as well, his eyes flicking briefly to Sam but remaining chiefly fixed on Dean.

It was a split-second before Dean’s face tightened, his hand pulled back, and a well-aimed fist connected harshly with Castiel’s jaw.

“You son-of-a-bitch.”

Baby Daddy

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: You discovered you’re pregnant with Klaus’ baby and has to tell your siblings, Damon and Stefan. 

*Requested

Word Count: 1228

“Are you sure you can do this? Tell your brothers you’re pregnant?”

It was a tough question to answer. You spent a whole month thinking and trying to find the strength to work it out. But, somehow, time did not make it easy. Actually, you were more anxious than ever. You knew exactly how your siblings, Damon and Stefan, would react. Especially when you tell them who the father is. Only imagining it made you feel like throwing up. 

“No. I’m so scared it hurts.”

“I’ll be with you.”

“Not sure if that helps, Klaus.”

So, Klaus Mikaelson was your baby daddy. You and him had thing for each other since the first day you met. Of course, you were not able to tell anyone. He was obsessed on killing Elena to break some sort of curse and did so many bad things to archive his goal that all your friends would think you were crazy to love him. So you hid it. From everyone. Until… Well, right now. 

Klaus grabbed your hand and, through soft strokes, tried to calm you down. He had been weirdly sweet to you since he found out. Which reminded you the night you discovered you were pregnant. You busted into his house to let him know the news. Deep down you wanted an answer. Why you, out of everyone, had to get knocked up by the hybrid. The only thought in your mind was “man, that’s bad luck.” 

“Should we get in now, Y/N?”

“No. I mean, yes. We should.”

“Then let’s go.”

You stopped, staring deep into his blue eyes.

“Thank you for doing this with me.”

“I feel like I should. It’s my child and, sort of, my fault you’re in this.”

“Not entirely your fault.” You giggled. “Let’s get in. Before I lost the courage.”

The Mikaelson smiled and you sighed, remembering the night he made you his. It was pouring rain and you were stuck inside the Mystic Grill. A shot of whiskey was sitting in front of you, half drank, while you were lost in thoughts. Most of them revolved around how annoying Damon had been. You were lucky he had not followed you there. 

A couple drinks later, Niklaus showed up, with his small talk and captivating light. Since you were way more loose from the alcohol, you just let it go. When you came down to yourself, you were naked, gasping and laughing with the blond. It was definitely an unforgettable night.

“Damon? Stefan? Are you guys home?”

A month later, the morning sickness started, which got you worried, because vampires don’t normally throw up out of nothing. Surely the pregnancy thought never occurred to you, at least not until the witch you found to help said so. She stated you were part of some sort of prophecy. However, from the minute you heard you were carrying a baby, nothing else mattered. There was a little person inside of you. Growing. A child conceived by you with an Original. 

You left the witch talking to herself and went to your baby daddy’s house. Klaus was painting, furiously, but he stopped the minute he saw you. His blue eyes confused. Shyly, you told him what you had discovered. Then he laughed, almost screaming you were a fake.

I don’t have to lie to you, Niklaus. Especially about this. I am carrying a child. And it is yours. You don’t have to be a part of this baby’s life if you don’t want to. Just know it’s here.”  You softly replied, leaving before he could retort. 

Little time had passed till Elijah came to you, assuring he would talk to his brother and get him to embrace fatherhood. Although you were too hurt by what the Original Hybrid had said, you nodded, accepting it. You knew Klaus would never cave in and come to apologise. That’s why you got so surprised by his presence later in your doorstep, claiming he truly wanted to get to know you and his child.

“I’m here.” Both Damon and Stefan answered.

“Please, come here a second.”

Your nightmare was about to become real. You shuddered a little and squeezed Klaus’ hand strongly, looking for support. Damon entered the living room first, followed closely by Stefan. Their skin lost a few tones, if that was possible.

“What is he doing here?”

“Damon, just listen to me.”

“No, tell me right now.”

“He’s here with me.”

“Why? Is he your boyfriend or something?”

“Yes. I mean, he’s something.”

“Y/N, what have you done?” Stefan asked, slowly. “I know that face. I lived with it for a hundred years. Spill the beans.”

“Hum. I’m… I’m… Baby. Me. Klaus. Daddy.” You babbled, insecure.

“What do you mean?” Damon questioned, his eyes narrowed and eyebrows raised. “Stop playing games, for fuck’s sake.”

“Okay. I’m pregnant.” You whispered.

“I beg your pardon?” Stefan widened his eyes. “You’re what?”

“Pregnant. With Klaus’ child. That’s why I’ve been acting so weird lately. There’s a baby growing inside of me. I’m almost four months.”

“Are you crazy?” Damon screamed. “You’re a vampire. Vampires don’t get knocked up. And you slept with the enemy? Really? Is his…”

“Shut up!” Tears were already rolling down your face. “I love him. And he loves me. We know that for awhile now. I was just so scared…”

“I can’t believe that. You’re such a bitch.”

“Damon, she is out sister. Stop taking your frustrations over her.”

“No, she deserves it. He fucking tried to kill Elena! Murdered Jenna! Sent Tyler away! And she still let him in her pants.”

“You should shut up, mate. I’m not going to let you treat your sister like that. We don’t do that to family. No matter what they have done.”

“Look who’s talking: the person who daggers his siblings whenever he’s mad enough.”

“Damon, please.” You pleaded, your voice affected by the sobbing. “I just wanted you to be okay with this. I’m having your nephew, or niece. It’s family.”

“Hell no, you chose a psychopath over your family. And you didn’t even have the gut to tell us.”

“I was scared!”

The electric blue eyed vampire shook his head and, fast enough, he was gone, leaving you crying and devastated. 

“Look, Y/N, he’ll forgive you. I’ll make sure of that. I don’t know what you saw in Klaus, but if he makes you happy, fine by me. And this child you bearing… Count with me for everything,” Stefan stated, wiping the tears from your eyes. “I’ll be here for you.”

“I just wanted…”

“Don’t worry. I’ll go after him.”

“I’m sorry.”

Klaus squeezed you against his chest, as Stefan went after Damon. The second you were all alone, you allowed yourself to cry even harder against the Mikaelson’s shirt, leaving it wet. He only stroke your hair and stayed silent, respecting your pain.

“Can I ask you something?" 

"Anything, love.”

“Promise you’ll be with me. For as long as I’m carrying this baby.”

“I promise. Nobody can drag me away from you. Or her.” He guaranteed, touching your belly.

“Her?”

“It’s girl. I can feel it.”

“Nah, I bet it’s boy.”

“We’ll see.”

You giggled, grasping his shirt and kissing him passionately. As he pulled you closer, you knew that, no matter what happened, he would be by your side and live up to his promise. 

Dean Ambrose - Because Of You

Dean Ambrose - Prompt #82: “My back’s a bit sore from when you stabbed me with your knife.”

- Warnings - Angst, Fluff, Swearing, Mentions of cheating.

Word Count - 1,639 words.

Requested by: Anon.

Originally posted by leakees

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3 years is how long’d you’d been together now; you and Dean. It felt as though it was just a dream, a perfect miracle that almost made life seem to have meaning again. He saved you after your previous relationship gone wrong.

You knew him like he was just another part of you. Far too well to put it in simpler terms. Maybe that’s why you felt so safe and comforted around him or perhaps it was just the way he looked at you, whether it be after a long road trip being reunited or just as he watched you fall asleep. You could never get over those eyes. The exact piercing blue orbs that blindsided you causing you to fall in love with this guy the very moment you stepped foot in the doors of the WWE.

It was a rare occasion for your boyfriend to be injured- even if he was nobody would even know. He supposedly ‘didn’t care’ and ‘didn’t want it the phase him or throw him off his a-game’. That’s what was ever so slightly strange… getting a call Tuesday night from Dean informing you he was going to have to stay home for a month due to an injury. He never took time off; not for anything. And the phone call… well he sounded surprisingly calm, polar-opposite to your expectations. 

A mere few months ago, Dean and yourself were drafted to separate brands; him going to Smackdown and you being sent to Raw. Being split up inevitably would take an effect on your relationship but you were determined to maintain the close-knit bond you had made over the years. This made reunions at joint pay-per-views that tiny bit more special. With Dean’s injury as well as the WWE’s European tour directly after the Royal Rumble meant you weren’t going to end up seeing each other for at least 3 weeks. It would be an understatement to say you were totally devastated by this sudden realisation; it would be wrong to say that your heart didn’t feel a million miles away at this point.

~ European Tour ~ 

The final live show in Germany was finally over meaning just 48 hours left until your knees tremble and your heart feels whole again. 48 hours until you next see your boyfriend.

It was late; about a quarter to 11. Little noise was to be heard as you exited the what was a couple of hours ago a thunderstorm of thousands of voices all talking at once. The sky was dark- crammed with billions of stars, the moon the biggest you’d seen in a long while. It was almost as if it grew simultaneously with your heart. Your cab pulled up and you hastily entered. You were supposed to car-share to the hotel and leave tomorrow- Guess that plan didn’t work out. You made the decision to completely scrap that and get the first flight possible, getting back early the following morning to surprise Dean. Effectively the best decision you had made in your life.

~ The Following Morning ~

Stepping foot off the plane your mood was instantly sky rocketed just being in the presence of your home state- I mean even if you didn’t look half your best and even if that strong scent of sweat was still lingering from the person you had not long ago sat next to. Oh, the joys of standard class airplanes. You took a step out the airport into a warmer, more desirable temperature, one that was an utter contrast to the crisp winds of Europe. Luckily, the cab ride was short considering you lived not too far away. By this moment the suspense was slowly killing you; you were just dying to see him, to kiss his face, to have him hold you once again after a month.

Standing outside to door to your apartment you focused solely on the thoughts running through your head before practically leaping through the door. You were faced with your living room, your quaint kitchen in the background; empty. He must be in the bedroom. It is early and all so that’s your best guess. You swiftly rested all your luggage at the door, anticipation rushing over you as you took a stroll towards your bedroom. Your hands were shaking, you wouldn’t say it was from nerves, more so because you’re overly excited. You slowly pressed against the door entering with stealth; the last thing you wanted to do was wake Dean. There you saw him; just how you remember him looking… just not with the girl laying stomach down, tight dress on the bed next to him.

“Y/N, I thought you weren’t back until tomorrow,” Dean exclaimed, clearly in a state of shock. “I-i” His words started to become slurred so you instantly cut him off.

“You know what Dean, save your words for someone who cares. I wanted to surprise you but looks like you surprised me.” Your vision began to become blurred. Did your eyes deceive you? This isn’t the man you fell in love with. His mouth wouldn’t stop just opening and then closing, desperately seeking the words to get himself out of this mess. He couldn’t. “You know what, we’re done Dean, done.” You pretty much screamed at him, slamming the door behind you to walk away, your luggage being taken with you.

~ Wrestlemania ~

A little over a month later and it was Wrestlemania- The most prestigious night in sports entertainment. The night where both rosters merge to fight for every title in the company. In fact, you had a match tonight, a 6-pack challenge for the Raw Women’s title. Everyone was pumped… but not you. After your last encounter with Dean, you distanced yourself from pretty much everyone, your friends, even your family. You weren’t the same person you used to be. The match was brief lasting a matter of minutes- well your match was short due to you eliminating yourself through disqualification snapping a chair against the backs of everyone in that ring. Much like Seth did to Dean, much like you wanted to do to him.

People made the effort to talk to you but you made no acknowledgment of them, sitting solemnly on a crate in the corridor, head in hands. That’s when a far too familiar muscular build shadowed over your body. “Y/N…” He mumbled softly but you didn’t shift. He continued to question you asking whether ‘you were okay’. Of course you weren’t, it was a stupid question. You just didn’t answer, you lifted your head to be faced with him but absolutely no words left your mouth. “Y/N just talk to me for fuck sake.” He tone became more raspy.

Only being in the presence of him was enough to let your emotions take over. You refused to cry… it would show your weakness in front of him. Ever since that night you tried to fake a smile, you tried to forget, you tried to just move on. But you couldn’t. You were tired of running, from everything. “Ouch.” You finally spoke, you could see the relief on his face even if he was slightly confused at your remark.

His instant reaction was to worry. “Are you alright? Did you get hurt in your match.”

“No Dean, my back’s a bit sore from when you stabbed me with your knife, that’s all.” You snapped at him, it was almost an instant reflex. “I got hurt a while ago Dean, by you.”

“We need to talk about that.” His tone lowered in utter grief. He wanted you to listen but you refused. “Please just hear me out. Please.” He begged you slapping his hand onto your leg before you just shoved it away before shouting, “I shouldn’t have to listen, there’s nothing more to it.”

His features lowered and a clear lump protruded from his throat. “The is more to it. I never cheated on you Y/N. I wouldn’t do that. I was injured so I decided to take things upon myself while I had the chance. I was going to propose to you… The girl, she was a party planner. We were going to surprise you, have a celebration with everyone there. I know why you thought the worst but I tried to talk to you, you wouldn’t pick up. I didn’t even know where you were. I’m sorry.” He choked on his words, you’d never seen him like this.

You’d never felt so stupid. It all made sense now, why he’d been distant, why’d he’d been so nervous. The words coming directly from his mouth hit you like a truck, a mixture of emotions all surging through your mind at once. Why did you ever doubt this guy? Being in a state of shock meant no words could escape your mouth. Your mind was so screwed, you just slapped him… but as his head turned away upon impact you twisted his chin back to you, placing a strong kiss on his lips. God, did that feel great. One singular tear streamed down your cheek only to be wiped clear by his thumb. “I’m sorry Dean. I’m an idiot. I’m sorry.” You wept whilst being dragged into a tight embrace.”I never meant to accuse you. I was wrong.”

His lips firmly pressed against your forehead. He used to do that all the time. It felt like you had him back, the man you fell in love with, the relationship that completed your world. “Ssh, it’s okay now. What do you say about marriage then? Marry me Y/N.” That was enough to drive your emotions over the edge, a waterfall of tears now ran off your chin and you frantically nodded in agreement. This man was now to be your husband and never again will you doubt him.


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fic; the rain peasants

standalone; pg-13; fluff; msr ust; missing scene/one bed for the rain king; Mulder and Scully discuss what it’d be like to control the weather.

A/N: My one bed fic! I Can’t Believe It’s Not PWP

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“Do you mind the T.V.? I can turn it off.”

“No, I don’t mind. Just keep the volume low, please.”

“You got it.”

Whatever is playing, it’s benign, popular and impersonal – funny, aluminum isn’t his style. Maybe it’s for her benefit? Can’t really share a bed with your coworker and take the edge off with pornography, can you. But maybe Mulder likes sit-coms. Maybe he needs to be told when to laugh. His sense of humor is… growing on her. After six years. But who doesn’t need a little help now and then? Oh, christ. That’s pathetic. He huffs out a laugh beside her, perfectly in time with the tin-can-track, and she knows that at least she isn’t alone. 

“Mulder?” she asks quietly. He goes completely still, and it’s obvious why – there you go again, Scully, getting me alone in cramped quarters and asking me obscenely difficult questions. She does like catching him off guard. There’s something in the way he looks at her when she goes a little nuts – like an x-file, like a mind-melting, course-of-history-changing x-file, and there is something in being that adored. And feared. She enjoys the fear just as much.

However, this is different. This case bothers her, and it ain’t got nothing to do with hicks or being confused for Mulder’s little wife.

“What’s up, Mrs. Mulder?” Tight and nervous. Scully smiles into her pillow. He’s so rarely nervous.

“I’ve been thinking about the case.” 

“It’s about time you took your work seriously.”

“Shut up, Mulder.” She gives him a moment to stop the next asinine comment before it arrives and he manages, just barely. “Let’s say, for the sake of conversation, it is possible for one man to dictate the state of the atmosphere in his little corner of the world.” 

“Okay, Scully. I’ll say that.”

“What if it were you?” she asks. There’s no missing the sincerity in her voice. Mulder may deflect – maybe he’ll make a joke, make some kind of pass, make some kind of obscure reference to a man who really did control the weather, hundreds of years ago, a man who swapped rain for mead and sleet for wool – but it won’t be without guilt. She’s okay with letting him make that choice. “What would the weather be like if your emotions were controlling it?”

A beat passes: he’s considering. The bed sharing makes it more dangerous, but regardless of his response they will wake up spooning in the morning. That’s the way it always happens, and he always freaks out more than her. Had he offered to take the floor this time, though? No. Every other time, yes. But not tonight. 

“Right now?” he asks lowly. “Right now, or in general?”

He’s taking her seriously. It smarts that she’s so pleased. 

“Right now, first,” she decides. She needs to know how much he’s willing to share before she goes all in. 

“Right now… it’d be raining pizza,” he snickers to himself, and Scully loses a sliver of confidence in the both of them. 

“Well,” she replies easily, masking the hurt with her own brand of indifference. “I told you to eat before we got back to the court.” 

“We’ve evolved to stay up past eight p.m., Scully. Nocturnal, diurnal, it all means nothing in our little corner of the world. You forget people live like this.” Silence. “Scully?” She doesn’t reply. 

She’s putting all of her effort into finding some semblance of sleep – you purposefully withheld information from me about this case and now I’m going to have to defend it’s necessity to Kersh without mentioning you actually fucking believe people can make it rain with their mind – when his hand covers her shoulder, a cautious, piddling touch. They really are different in bed. He snatches it back like he’s been burned, but then he replaces it with purpose. 

“I’ll tell you both, Scully.” He tugs on her shoulder when she doesn’t respond. “Roll over. C’mon, Scully.” 

She’s pissed that he’s now somehow made this all seem like his idea, like he’s the one taking the leaps. She rolls over just to glare at him and his face melts into a soft smile at her withering look. 

“I sure am glad you’re not in control of the weather right now.” He pets her nose and lets his body relax in a position mirroring hers, while she fights the urge to bite him. They’re both slightly uncomfortable with the situation, noticeably so, and their hunched backs make them look like parentheses. 

“I’m not sure the cattle industry could take such a devastating financial hit,” she says caustically. His smile widens. It’s sleepy in the light of the television, and easy. Another rare version of Mulder. Sleepy and easy are never words she’d typically use to describe him. 

“Go on, then.” 

“Well, I wasn’t exactly lying about the pizza. I’m starving. I have tears in my eyes.”

“I have some granola bars,” she offers kindly. A shadow falls over his face. 

“The ones with the flax seeds? God, no.” Relaxing again, his voice turns contemplative, both dreamy and a little dismal.  “But in general? I can’t really tell you, Scully. I’d assume it’d be very much like the rest of me.”

“Capricious.”

“You could say that,” he says dryly, looking away from her. A moment of silence, then: “Sometimes I could probably upend whole towns.”

I don’t think you have it in you, Scully thinks. Her face remains impassive when he grows theatrical, too loud and too convinced of his own hilarity in the middle of the night. 

“I could lift roads from the ground, Scully. Municipal buildings would crumble – I’d have to work up to the state legislature. There would be ice, there would be rain …” he pauses. “Maybe not fire.”

Gently, “Because of your fear?”

“No, not that.” He shakes his head. “I’m just not very good at rebuilding from scratch.” Perhaps that was too personal, because he flippantly amends: “But who among us is? I don’t think we’re made for it.”

People create life every day – they have babies, build houses, tear down governments, hoist them back up. It’s a never-ending cycle of starting anew; controlled burns are a way of life. But Scully recognizes that might be too literal an answer to what he’s suggesting.

He shoots a look at her, but she’s shifted on her back to stare at the television. The middle-aged white male lead is drinking a beer.

“But who knows how long that would last? Years, maybe minutes.” He turns and watches with her. A woman yells at her husband. Ha!Ha!Ha!

He continues while watching. “I guess that’s the frightening part. Most of us can just feel without inserting too much meaning into it all. But Holman Hardt spends each day in a hellish atmospheric vacuum of his own creation, cowering under the force of his own fragile emotional state.” 

“While other people are suffering,” Scully adds. “And he can’t do a thing to stop it.” 

Mulder lets out an amused rush of air. “We should become motivational life coaches. I’m feeling the power.” 

“You aren’t like that all the time,” Scully says, a little fiercely. He’s okay sometimes. He doesn’t hurt all the time. “You’re not always so… tumultuous. You’re fine right now.” 

They both turn to look at each other. “No,” he says. “I’m not like that all the time.” 

She’s quiet. He prods, “Okay, Scully, spill. What about you?”

“Right now, or in general?”

He repeats her words back to her. “Right now, first.” 

“I’m not sure my answers would be all that different,” she admits. This is what scares her. It’s not possible for one man to control the weather – and how very lucky they are that this is so – but if it were her… “Right now, or in general.” 

What little impact she’d have on the world. The realization depresses the hell out of her. What Mulder described: heart shaped ice cubes? Rose petals? Cows catapulting through court windows? Men cannot control the weather – human bodies cannot even withstand certain atmospheric pressures, let alone bend them to their will – but… where’s her creativity? When did she start feeling this way: not at all?

“That… does not seem right,” Mulder says. He’s itching to prove her wrong already.

“There have been some–” Scully pauses to choose her words carefully. “Difficult. There have been some difficult moments in the last few years of my life.” Mulder snorts derisively, more at himself than at her. “In all of the years of my life, Mulder, just like anyone else.” 

She wonders what he imagines her like, dictating the weather with her moods. There are probably more cows. What kind of storm encapsulates the strength of her eye rolling? Damn, is it easy to make herself annoyed with Mulder when she tries. How could you think of me like that?

“What would it be like?” he asks softly, eyeing her with genuine interest. She’s almost embarrassed to tell him. In the face of Fox Mulder’s lifelong battle against emotional terrorism, she feels positively virginal. She stares at his nose pressed into his inner elbow. 

“It would be pleasant,” she says to it. She doesn’t feel the need for elaboration, but his lips twitch. 

“You always this good at small talk? How about this weather we’re having.” His joke is teasingly sweet. It’s different from before, somehow. 

“It’d be pleasant because I don’t think I could let it be anything else.” 

They’re quiet for a bit. Neither of them know what the weather’s like outside. It’s chilly in their room, in the way all motel rooms are chilly. 

“If anyone had the ability to control the weather, Scully,” he says to the television, “and I mean really, really control it, so that humanity would be better off for having it… it’d be you.”

In the bed in the dark in the light of the T.V. in the hick town where everyone sleeps at eight p.m. where it hasn’t rained in forever where no one has luck in love, Mulder moves a little closer to her. So that their shoulders touch, so that their backs are ramrod straight, so that Scully’s assertion at not being nervous about this becomes a bold-faced lie. 

keffiyehgoat  asked:

Probably a simple answer to this, but what would the humans' fear of the monsters which caused the war stem from in the first place?

(undertale spoilers)

To put it simply, what scared humanity wasn’t something the monsters have already done, but the mere potential of what they can do.

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Monsters are capable of absorbing human SOULs. It’s something presumably all of them can do. However, nobody has been able to confirm whether humans can do the same. Even if they could, monster SOULs aren’t nearly as durable as that of humans. Only boss monster SOULs can persist after death, and “only for a few moments.”

The possibility of a monster taking a human soul was more than enough to provoke humanity into a devastating war against monsterkind. Chara and Asriel’s attempt, however, revealed an unknown variable: if a monster takes a human SOUL, control over the body is split between them. Therefore, unless both parties were to agree on causing havoc, even such a powerful combination could be rendered relatively harmless. Whether this knowledge could have prevented the war is, of course, questionable at best.

For better or worse, humanity saw no better alternative, other than a massive preemptive strike.

Reassurances

Originally posted by v-writings

anon requested: can you write something where female reader is steves sister and jonathans girlfriend ??”
words: 1,553
warnings: overprotective steve, more angst than originally intended
a/n: this started out as headcanons, became a drabble, and then evolved into whatever mess this is.  also, i’m awful with titles, so my apologies for that.


The final bell of the day rings, releasing students from their classroom prisons to flood the hallways.  You haphazardly stuff your textbook and binder into your bag and flow through the door of your last class with your peers.  Making your way to your locker, you press against it so as to not be swept out of the building by the crowd.  The throng of bodies and bookbags shoves past you, and students disperse to travel to all ends of the town.  After a minute, you’re nearly alone in the corridor.  Only a handful of straggling students remain.  Those few are spaced out in groups of three or four people.  Their voices echo off the walls and tile floor, with an occasional laugh piercing the vague conversations. 

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anonymous asked:

Several questions: a) when did mulder first fall for scully, b) when did he realise it, c) when did scully fall for mulder, d) when did she realise it, e) when did they first bang forreal

I will try and keep this shorter than novel length…

I think Scully had a crush on Mulder in the very beginning. She was used to always being the smartest person in the room and here comes this handsome, weirdo genius with all this passion. The intellectual battles fired her up. For arguably the first time, Scully’s brain was matched in competency and it was exciting. She left medicine for a career in excitement, no? But she also recognized that he was an obsessed workaholic with no time or thought toward anything even remotely romantic. So, she flirted some and was jealous some (Phoebe) and eventually compartmentalized the crush. Scully’s ability to pack up thoughts and feelings into boxes with neat little bows and shelf them throughout the series still amazes me.

Mulder had a different experience in the beginning. Scully was a spy, she was not to be trusted, but here was this woman who actually listened to what he was saying. No one ever just listened to him and gave his thoughts consideration before disagreeing or dismissing him as crazy. He didn’t want to like her, because she was the enemy, but he couldn’t help himself. She gave him respect when no one else bothered. So, he tried to guard himself with sarcasm, but still ended up spilling his guts about his sister on their first case. There was no crush going on for him like there was for Scully- for a long time Mulder just didn’t believe he was worth anything. And the people in his life, namely his parents, kept proving that to him. So, when they were reassigned at the end of season 1, Mulder took it as Scully leaving him, and good for her, she’ll have a better life.

At this point, Scully had shelved her little crush but cared about Mulder enough to pull him out of his funk, even though he straight up ignored her in the hallway when she tried to say hi. Little Green Men was really Mulder’s moment to realize that Scully actually gave a shit, and oh my god he had a friend, a partner, in this. His spy guard came completely down at this point and all those caring feelings he pushed back came to the front. 

Then they took Scully away. Mulder went bat shit crazy. The one person, the one thing in his life that didn’t treat him like crap was gone. He didn’t know how to function anymore. I know a lot of people think he was in love with her then, but I don’t see it that way. He wasn’t capable of being in love quite yet, still too damaged and self-loathing. It was more like he’d been holding his breath for years and then finally inhaled. And right at that moment, all the oxygen was sucked out of the room. He totally panicked. His life didn’t make any sense without her anymore. Thank the lord she was returned, because I do believe that if she hadn’t been, he would’ve spiraled out of control and gotten himself killed within a year. He was so affected by her being gone, he traded his sister for her later that year. Season 1 Mulder wouldn’t have.

When Scully came back, her investment in the X-Files went up 1000%. They wanted to get those bastards together. Lots more touching and love in season 3, very deep friendship going on. If they were normal people with normal lives, they’d have fallen for each other during this time. But, this is Mulder and Scully and their focus was not on their relationship, it was on justice and the truth. They both trusted that the other would be there until their work was done, so there was no reason to question anything at this point. It was an unspoken pact between them that they’d keep going and keep fighting until all the questions were answered.

Season 4 is when things get interesting. Good ol’ Ed in Philly reminded Mulder that Scully is a person outside of their partnership and that he was taking her for granted. Right after this, cancer brings the whammy. That understanding they had going on that they’d both be in it to win it endlessly is completely shattered by Scully’s mortality. The cancer arc is where Mulder tips the scales and falls in love. He’s aware of it in his own way, but she is dying and there’s no point in exploring it at this time. The way he looks at her and touches her COMPLETELY changes and evolves in season 4. I’ll never forget his face when he sees her on the couch with Eddie Van Blundht.

Scully has a ton of emotional garbage thrown on her through season 4 and 5. Emily really messed her up and thoughts of being in love with Mulder were far from her head. I mean, she did, but she put it in a box and shelved it without even realizing it. I think Scully fell in love first but she had absolutely no clue. When she wrapped up that crush from season 1 in a box, that was the last of her exploration into anything beyond friendship with Mulder for a very long time.

They both were in love with one another in FTF, Mulder knew it, Scully didn’t. This could’ve been their moment to bang it out and enter the bliss of being in love, but cue Fowley. I swear I have never hated anything as much as I hated that woman. When Scully sees her holding Mulder’s hand in The End, she is completely devastated. That scene is so damn powerful, her walking out to the car and calling him to go to the office. Seeing that affected her so much, she couldn’t even handle it. This pushed her to explore her feelings some, which is why she was in a place to kiss him in the hallway in FTF.

Season 6 was a legit rollercoaster for MSR. When Mulder told Scully he loved her in Triangle, he absolutely meant it 100%. He was ready to deal with it, but she wasn’t. She passed it off as a drugged up moment. But, they walked closer and closer to the line and were SO CLOSE by the time Rain King and Tithonus rolled around they could taste it (and so could we). Scully’s speech about friendship and love in the bathroom is how she feels about Mulder. Of course, CC is the devil. So re-enter Fowley. She wrecked everything all over again. Mulder and Scully really had to build their partnership back up after One Son. Scully was still pissed at him in Arcadia. Mulder was so excited to touch her and play married but she was having none of it.

For me, Milagro sealed the deal. Scully almost got her heart ripped out and clung to Mulder for dear life. We got jealous!Mulder and heard someone say out loud that Scully was in love. No time for putting it off any longer, the shift has occurred. You can see it in The Unnatural. The weight has been lifted, they both know they are in love with each other and the coupling will happen, it is inevitable at this point. Even Fowley can’t stop it this time. They even exchange vows in Armor Fati… 

And finally, after seven long years, they bang it out January 1, 2000.

A Wayward Lullaby

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

Notes: this is my fic entry for @sleepywinchester ‘s URL fic challenge! Took me a few months, but I’m back 👌

Word Count: ~1.7k

Song: Brother by NeedToBreathe

Warnings: angst, death, sad fic with even sadder ending.


If you had asked Dean Winchester where he had heard the lullaby he sang his brother asleep to, he wouldn’t be able to tell you. He had heard the song in a random place at a random time. Maybe at a grocery store or flipping through the channels of his father’s car radio. The discovery wasn’t what stood out to him; the lyrics did.

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I totally winged this story at some points. so I’m sorry if it makes no sense at some places. It was based off a literal dream I had, so I tried my best to convert it into a story! Hope you enjoy!

Plot: CEO Park Jimin get interviewed but a ruthless interviewer, but when things go wrong and an article about Jimin having an affair spreads, how will everyone react. Will Jimin and his wife have a divorce or will things be okay? (P.S. I suck at summary’s) 

Genre: Angst. Fluff. A little bit of Comedy (And bit’s of Romance).

Characters: Jimin X Reader.

Words: 5,678

Jimin’s POV

“Good morning Mr. Park” My secretary greeted as I walked inside the 20 story building.

“Good morning Seulgi” I greeted back, giving her a small bow in return.

We started walking towards the elevator that led straight to my office. People were giving me paperwork on the way, explaining what it was for, while my secretary held my coffee for me.

“Mrs. Seohyun is in your office right now sir. She asked to see you immediately and there was nothing I could do to stop her. I’m sorry” Seulgi explain.

“It’s alright. I know how stubborn Seohyun can be” I chuckled and Seulgi echoed me. It took a while for her to finally ask the question she wanted.

“W-Why would she be here sir?” She asked, and I sighed. I turned the corner to the elevator. I pressed the up button and answered.

“Do you know what Seohyun does?” I ask, giving Seulgi time to think.

“She is a famous journalist. Known for twisting around the words of her clients” Seulgi suddenly gasped “Is she trying to find dirt on you and then make you look bad?”

I laughed. The elevator opened and we both walked inside. Once inside, Seulgi was sure to press the 19th floor for me.

“The key word here is "Try” Seulgi. She has tried many times to take me down, but each time she has miserably failed. Just like all the other times, she WILL fail" I answered, giving Seulgi a hard stare that made her blush and look down at her feet.

“I’m not sure I would be as confident as you sir. Seohyun has done many bad things to others” I turned to look at Seulgi, who was still looking at the ground.

I let out an exasperated sigh, shaking my head in disappointment. Seulgi was right in a way. Seohyun had a knack for flirting. Word is she sleeps with her clients in order to keep quiet about their personal life. I happened to be the only one who wont sleep with her. Since I’m happily married for three years.

That frustrates her. She wants everything and she gets everything. But not with me. And what happens to a child when they don’t get what they want? They throw a temper tantrum. That’s exactly what she is doing right now.

She has come to my office three times a week, and it’s starting to get on my nerves. She will ask me many questions about my personal life or my work life, and I will answer honestly and specifically so there is no misunderstanding. And she is not having it.

I have to admit though, some of her questions are a bit hard. They were getting better and better with each visit. She watches you. Learning everything about you. How you react to certain questions. How your posture is. She analyzes you.

I was noticing that she is understanding that I don’t like it when she asks me about my personal life. My personal life is my business and I want no one else to be digging into it.

The ding at the elevator that told me that I was on the 19th floor; My office floor. I gave another heave before exiting the elevator with Seulgi.

When I walked into my office I could see the back of a young lady sitting in front of my desk. An all too eerie familiar back I knew too well.

As soon as my footsteps could be heard throughout the office, the chair spun around, revealing a menacing smile coming from the woman in a red flour dress and tan pointed toe heels. Her fashion sense wasn’t the best but I wasn’t going to say anything.

“Well hello there Mr. Park” Her malicious voice spoke sending shivers down my spine. She shouldn’t scare me this much.

“Hello Miss Seohyun. What brings you here today?” I ask while taking my seat behind my desk, although we both knew why she was here.

She turned her chair around as I sat down. She brought her hands up to her face, intertwining them and resting her chin on them, as if she was an evil villain. Not that she wasn’t.

“You know why I’m here” She spoke both our minds.

I hummed in response, waving my hand at her to continue as I sat back into my chair.

She reached down for her purse below the chair, grabbing a small notebook and pen. She wrote a couple things down before looking back up at me. A menacing smile on her face.

“Now. Jimin-Is it okay for me to call you that?” I honestly shook my head at her.

“Mr. Park is fine” I answered and she awkwardly chuckled.

“Alright.. Mr. Park. First things first. Are you married?” She asked and I scowled at her.

“You know I am” She nodded.

“Are you happily married?”

“Of course”

“How would you describe your relationship with you wife?”

“In what sense?” I leaned forward onto my desk, folding my hands together.

“Like is it honest? Would you ever cheat-?”

“Why in the hell would I ever cheat?” I answered making sure to keep a calm voice.

“Just a question” She continued “So if an attractive lady came along, for instants Miss Seulgi here” My whole body stiffened. I knew exactly what Seohyun was doing, and I was not liking it.

“Would you tell her she was attractive in front of your wife?” She tilted her head at me and I kept my mouth shut.

I glanced up at Seulgi and she was looking at her feet, a visible blush on her cheeks. I would lie if I said I hadn’t noticed the small crush Seulgi had developed for me. Of course nothing could happen since I was happily married, but she was sensitive, and if I said the wrong thing I knew I would end up hurting her. And I didn’t want that to happen.

“Do you even find Miss Seulgi attractive at all?” Seohyun suddenly asked, a fake gasp leaving her lips and anger boiled in my stomach.

“Of course she’s attractive!” I snapped before I could think.

“Oh.. Okay.. So.. Would you tell your wife that you are cheating on her with Miss Seulgi?” I stood up abruptly, slamming my fists on my desk in the process. I couldn’t believe my ears. She did it. After all these years, she had me in her trap.

“Why would I tell my wife I’m cheating on her when I am clearly NOT!” I let out another exasperated sigh. I closed my eyes shut as I waited for Seohyun to answer.

“So then why did you call Miss Seulgi attractive if you do not have sexual feelings for her?”

“Can’t someone call someone attractive without being "sexually attracted” to them?“

"Well last I head, telling someone they are attractive can lead to something very intimate-” I let out a deep groan.

“Please leave” I bluntly put.

I watch as Seohyun stands up, gathering her notebook and pen into her bag. She looks back up to me when she is finished and gave me a fake smile while holding out her hand for me.

I looked at her hand for a minute, her getting the idea and let it fall down to her side again. She bowed at me and I nodded my head in response, not wanting to be completely rude.

“It was nice doing business with you” She stated before turning around before I could answer, heading for the door. Normally Seulgi would open the door for the guest, but this time she stayed in her spot near my desk looking down at her feet. I don’t blame her, she must be completely embarrassed.

I waited until I could hear the elevator doors shut from just outside my office before I slumped down into my chair with an “Oomph”. I ran a hand down my face. I peaked my eye open to see Seulgi still standing there very awkward-like.

“Hey..” I call out, hoping she would look up, but unfortunately didn’t “I-I’m sorry you had to go through that Seulgi” I quickly apologized and she shook her head.

“It’s okay. Seohyun is known to do stuff like this.. I guess I should have expected it by now” She looked up at me now and I used this chance to give her a warm smile.

“Why don’t you go home, just to get your mind off of these stupid.. comments” I carefully put. She shook her head again.

“I really don’t mind staying, I won’t take anything personal. I like working for you. You’re kinder than any of my other bosses” She mumbled the last part and I chuckled at her sweet gesture.

“In that case I have a big favor for you” I quickly ask and she raises her eyebrow at me “Could you maybe.. Call the company Seohyun works for and make sure no bad article gets out for me please?” I finish.

“Oh” Was the only answer she gave me. She gave me a smile but her eyes told me she was devastated.

“Of course only if you are comfortable with it. I unfortunately can’t. I promised my wife I would be home soon. I only came to drop off some files” I quickly added, explaining my situation, and she nodded her head.

“Of course! I understand. I will get to it right away” She answered before turning around.

“Thank you!” I called after her. She didn’t look back as she pressed the down button on the elevator. She turned around to press the lobby button, her eyes still on the ground. I watched as the elevators closed and engulfed her.

I sighed once again, straining as I stood up from my office chair. I decided it was time for me to go home to my beautiful wife.

I smiled at the thought of finally going home only to end up on the couch. Snuggling close to my wife. Inhaling her intoxicating smell. Drifting off into sleep with her in my arms.

When I was downstairs, I could tell there was a visible buzz in the lobby. When I reached the front counter to receive my coffee, the receptionist looked sympathetic towards me.

“I heard what happened sir. I’ll have you know that I will always be by your side” She pumped her fist into the air.

I was a bit confused as to what she was talking about, but I brushed it aside, assuming she was talking about Seohyun investigating me.

I grabbed my coffee and walked towards the two double doors. On my way I spotted Seulgi. She was on the phone. She looked like to be in the middle of a heated argument. I also assumed she was trying not to let the article out.

Her eyes wandered around the room until they met mine, they widened for a split second before she smiled at me and turn so her back was towards me. I also brushed it off assuming it was to have a bit of privacy.

I thankfully reached my car in the parking lot without any trouble. I hopped inside and headed straight for home. It had been around a week since I’ve seen my wife, being that I had just came back from a business trip.

My heart leaped when I saw my home. Home sweet home. It was the best feeling to come home to my beautiful wife, being able to just relax with her and do nothing else.


Y/N’s POV

My eyes were glued to the computer screen, not exactly believing what was in front of me. This had to be a lie. There’s no way. It just doesn’t make any sense.

“Cheating..” I whispered the words, as if saying it would make it be more real to me.

“He can’t… There’s no way Jimin would cheat on me” I could feel a tear start to fall down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away.

I could hear the front door rattle and I quickly slammed the laptop shut, looking towards the door. I could hear the lock on the door click, and I realized Jimin was home.

“Jagi! I’m home” I heard a soft chuckle from my husband, and I couldn’t help but smile, despite the article I just saw before.

I walked into the living to find Jimin had dropped his bags in front of the door. His shoes were kicked off lazily. I turned towards the couch, watching as Jimin slipped off his work jacket and unbuttoned a couple buttons from his white cotton shirt.

His eyes wandered a bit until they landed on me, and his smile grew from ear to ear. He quickly stood up, walking towards me fast before engulfing me in a bear hug.

“I missed you” His muffled voice spoke through the top of my hair.

“I missed you too” I answered.

“Come here” He quickly said before pulling back. His hand slipped into mine and he gently dragged me towards the couch. I frowned, knowing he wanted to cuddle, but my plan was to talk to him about the article that just came out.

“What’s wrong?” He asked with a tilt of his head. He always seemed to look right through me.

I shook my head “Nothing” I gave him a smile. He was hesitant but sat down on the couch, forcing me to fall on his lap, straddling his waist.

He grasped my face in his hands, and I rested my hands on his shoulders. He brought my face closer to his, resting his forehead onto mine. I giggled while he chuckled.

“You’re cute” He commented before leaning up to give me a quick peck on the lips. He parted all too soon and I playfully frowned.

He laughed at my expression, laying down on the couch and pulling me down with him. He wrapped his arms around my waist while my nose snuggled into the crook of his neck, our legs lacing together out of habit.

I let out a sigh of content. Of course I was wrong. Jimin would never cheat on me. He loved me too much, and I loved him too much.

“How were my two favorite people while I was gone?” Jimin’s soft voice spoke, reminding me of my unborn child in my belly.

We had found out we were pregnant just two day’s before his trip. He had insisted on skipping the trip to help me, but I knew the trip was important as he would meet with all the bosses and discus further plans for the company.

It took some convincing, but he finally agreed to go again. I would lie if I said I would have been and felt better with Jimin by my side, but It would be selfish to ask him to stay.

“We have been great” I answered. if he knew I was lying he didn’t mention it. Instead he leaned down to give me a kiss on the nose.

“What is with you and the pecking?” I teased and he gave me a fluffy smile.

“I really love you” He whispered while leaning down to place a proper kiss on my lips. He cupped my cheek in his hand and I wrapped my arm around his waist.

We laid there for a while, just kissing. Not really leading any where other than enjoying each other’s presence and touch. I had missed the touch of his lips. He tasted sweet and just like I remembered him.

Just then there was a loud ringing noise. Jimin groaned and pulled back, panting a bit.

“I have to answer that” He said, resting his forehead on mine like before “It’s my work phone”

I bit my bottom lip and nodded “It’s okay. Go ahead” I answered. He gave me the cutest pout before kissing my cheek and sitting up, leaving me laying down on the couch.

He answered his phone with an unamused face “Hello?” He sighed. I watched his eyes suddenly go wide. Curiosity got the better of me.

“What?!” He shouted. I sat up now. Afraid something bad was happening. I leaned in close to the phone to listen in the conversation. Jimin hadn’t seemed to notice, if he did he didn’t do anything about it.

“-Yes! I need you to come right away so we can fix it” I could hear a woman’s voice speak. My heart dropped. He said work phone, and that didn’t sound like Seulgi. So who would it be?

“Alright. I’ll be right there. Do not do anything without me”

“Okay. I’ll see you soon. Bye”

“Bye” I laid back on the couch as Jimin pulled the phone away from his ear.

“What was that about?” I asked.

“Um..” He stood up now, grabbing his coat “I’m so sorry I have to go. W-work need’s me” I noticed his stutter. Something he does when he’s lying

“Really?” I asked one more time

“Yup. I’ll see you in a bit. I don’t think it should take too long” Once he was done putting on his jacket he walked towards me. Leaning down he planted a quick kiss on my lips and gave me a warm smile before turning around again.

“Okay.. I’ll see you” I mumbled. He didn’t answer, only opening the door to leave and close it as he exited.

I laid there for a while, lost in thought as I was trying to figure out what could have possibly happened. My mind wandered to the article I saw earlier and I frowned.

It couldn’t have been true. I quickly stood up and ran into my room. I pried open my laptop, but the article I saw before was not in front of my face, it was only a more elaborated one.

I gasped as I clicked the Video attached to the page. I sat down on my bed and made sure the volume was up high before I watched.

“Alright.. Mr. Park. First things first. Are you married?” I could hear a female interviewer ask my husband.

“You know I am” I could hear the distaste in his voice. I wasn’t sure if it was towards the question or the interviewer.

“Are you happily married?”

“Of course” I smiled.

The video was cut off and moved to the next scene and question.

“If an attractive lady came along, for instants Miss Seulgi here..” I wasn’t exactly sure what the interviewer was getting at, but I didn’t like it “..Would you tell her she was attractive in front of your wife?” There was a long pause with Jimin’s answer.

I could tell Jimin was looking somewhere in the distance and when the camera turned, it was confirmed he was looking at Seulgi.

“Do you even find Miss Seulgi attractive at all?” The interviewer suddenly asked, my heart started to race.

“Of course she’s attractive!” Jimin snapped and I swear my heart stopped for half a second.

“Oh.. Okay.. So.. Would you tell your wife that you are cheating on her with Miss Seulgi?” Jimin stood up suddenly, slamming his fists on the desk, making me jump at the loud noise.

“Why would I tell my wife I’m cheating on her!” There was a noticeable cut in the video and before I knew it Jimin was speaking again “Please leave” He said with a more calm voice.

The video suddenly ended, and I was left there staring at the black screen, not exactly sure what I just watched. Was this real? Was it forged? it looked a bit blurry, coming from a crappy camera. But that was Jimin. I know my husband, and that was very much him.

Someone like Jimin wouldn’t just cheat on me. It’s not real and I won’t believe it.. I can’t believe it. I mean I’m pregnant with his child. Someone who was as happy as he was when I told him I was pregnant wouldn’t cheat on me.. Right?

I couldn’t just sit here and watch this happen. I exited out of the video and read a bit of the article.

“… Is famous CEO Park Jimin having an affair with his secretary, Seulgi..?”

I skimmed through it some more and found a file attached to the article. It read “Proof Seulgi and Jimin are having affair-interview through phone call-from Seulgi herself!” The words emphasized “Seulgi”.

I took a deep breath before clicking the file and listening very carefully.

“..And now can you tell us how long this had been going?” The interviewer asked.

“Uh..” I could hear the soft voice of Seulgi muffled by the phone call. She nervously cleared her throat “Yes.. Um, it’s been around three years now” She answered. Three years. That’s how long Jimin and I have been married!

“Wow! That’s a long time. And how did it start?” The male voice continued to speak.

“Yes.. H-he came up to me around when I first got my job as his secretary. He said he wanted to become more than friends with me. I agreed. It was only until later that I found out he had a wife. I confronted him, and he said he was going to break off the marriage soon. That was until she got pregnant and things got complicated” I hadn’t noticed the tears freely falling down my cheeks.

“Mhmm. How do you think Jimin will react when he finds out the secret is finally out?” There was a small pause with the answer.

“I think he will be relieved. Knowing he doesn’t need to deal with his wife anymore. The entire time we were together, he couldn’t stop saying stuff about her like-” I slammed my laptop shut before I could hear the rest of the sentence.

This was not happening. I laid my head down on the bed, the sobs coming out. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, who would do this? Who would cheat on someone like this? Apparently Jimin did.

I hugged my chest. The loss of comfort dawning on me and making me feel even more miserable. How can people just sit here and watch this? How could I just sit here? I was being pathetic, laying on my bed and moping over my cheating husband.

That’s it. I had decided on it. I’m going to his work and I’m going to confront him.

I stood up despite my light headed protests. I forced my feet to move as I grabbed my coat and stormed outside. Calling a taxi, I made my way to Jimin’s company building.

I noticed there were news interviewers and camera men in front of the building. Wiping away my tears, I made sure to pull my hoodie over my face as I quickly walked inside. Thankfully no one tried to stop me.

I let the hood fall down as I reached the front desk. The receptionist looked up at me from typing on a computer, giving me a warm smile.

“Hello ma'am. How may I help you?” She asked kindly.

“Hi. I’m here to see my husband” I answered, the temporary label leaving bitter off my tongue. I looked around for any sign of Jimin or someone I knew.

“I’m sorry ma'am. You are going to have to be specific on your husband” She apologizes.

“Ah.. Yes. His name is Park Jimin” I spoke through gritted teeth. The receptionist stops typing and looks back at me, giving me the most quizzical look, like I told her I was a vampire.

She nervously chuckles “Aha.. I’m sorry ma'am. May you repeat that?”

“Park Jimin” I answer, my tone a bit more sharp. Why didn’t she believe me.

“I am going to need some I.D ma'am. Just precautions and all. No harm” She gave me a smile and I frowned.

“Why would I need to give you my I.D? I have been here before, people know me. I am Park Jimin’s wife” I quickly answer, getting a bit agitated.

“I’m sorry ma'am. I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the building” She no longer had a smile on her face. She waved somewhere behind me and when I looked behind security was coming our way.

“Wha- You called security” I looked back at the receptionist with an unamused look.

“I’m sorry it’s just part of my job” She went back to typing on her computer and I scoffed. How dare she? That little-

“What’s going on?” I heard an oh so familiar voice call from down the hall.

My head whipped towards the person, a smile on my face. I quickly remembered the reason why I was here, and the smile faded.

“Mrs. Park!” The receptionist looked a bit scared, and I couldn’t help the smug smile that was now plastered on my face.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Jimin asked me.

“You know her?” The receptionist asked.

“Of course I know her Soochan. She is my wife!” He quickly walked to my side, leaning down to give me a kiss on the cheek “Why would you think otherwise?”

“U-Um.. Of course sir. It was my mistake” Soochan stood up and bowed many times in apology.

“It’s all right, just don’t let it happen again” Jimin gave her a hard look.

“Of course sir” She didn’t sit back down until Jimin and I were walking away.

“So.. You didn’t answer my question” Jimin proceeded. I looked up at him only to see him already looking down at me. I looked forward again, towards the elevator Jimin was leading us to.

I thought of what to tell him on the way here. I had a speech ready. It was going to be perfect and he was going to be honest. But now that I was here, looking at his soft smile on his soft face, everything was blank.

“I just.. I just wanted to see you..” I mentally cursed myself. This is not what I planned at all.

“Oh, okay. Well I guess that’s understandable since I have been gone lately” He answered. We walked inside the elevator and I watched the doors close, trapping us both as we went up. “But now of all times..” He mumbled the last part, as if he didn’t want me to hear, but at the same time he did.

“What do you mean? Now of all times? Why can’t I see my husband?” That’s what did it. Those words brought me back to reality. Speech thrown out the window, now replaced with only feeling. I turned my body so I was now facing him, arms crossed over my chest.

“Whoa.. What’s wrong? Why do you seem angry?” Jimin reached out for my arms, but I pulled back before he could. I kept my gaze away from his face, afraid I would loose it and give in to his plea’s.

“Y/N.. Please? What’s wrong-?”

“Are you cheating on me with Seulgi?!” I shouted a bit too loud. Jimin winced at the shout and took a step back. I was breathing hard and my heart was thumping out of my chest. My eyes were now locked with his. I wasn’t exactly sure what I saw in them. Pain.. Fear.. Emotion.. Which one?

The elevator doors suddenly opened, leaving Jimin and I standing there, staring at each other. My breathing slowed down as I was able to catch it, but the silence was killing me. Why wasn’t he answering.

Jimin opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out except for a small sigh. He broke our eye contact and ran a hand through his hair.

“Please don’t tell me you believe that article..” He breathed out.

“I’m not sure what I believe any more” I mumbled. I watched as Jimin lost his footing and feel onto his knees. I could see a tear slip past his cheek and I could feel my heart being torn to pieces.

“I thought out of all the people.. You would be the one to.. to look past the article and.. trust me” He spoke in between breaths.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you.. I just.. I need answers”

“Why would I ever cheat on you!” Jimin shouted this time. The elevator doors closed again, and I hesitantly reached over to stop it all together.

“I honestly don’t even know why..” I thought about it for a minute. No believable excuse was coming to mind.

“Then why would you think I did?” I fell to my knees so I was now at Jimin’s level. “The whole reason why I came here was because I had to clear up all the fucking rumors about me cheating on you!” I tensed up at his cursing. Jimin never cursed unless he was really frustrated.

“I-I’m sorry.. The article-” I whispered, but Jimin wasn’t done.

“Someone told me that Seulgi was the one who let it happen” Jimin chuckled in disbelief “I told her to call the company and clear it up, but instead they blackmailed her and now things are ten times worse..” He let his head drop and I could see the shaking of his shoulders as he started to cry.

“I have to fire her.. Even though it wasn’t entirely her fault.. I don’t want people to think I’m keeping her because I want to continue to have an affair.. Even though I didn’t do it in the first place..”

“I love you Y/N. I will NEVER love any one else as much as I love you. You’re caring my freaking child for Christs sake!” He lifted his head up again, and my heart broke. Tears were falling freely down his cheeks, his nose and eyes were red and puffy. I hated seeing him like this, and I hated myself for ever accusing him.

“I’m so sorry! I’m sorry! I don’t know why I believed that stupid article! I’m so sorry! I love you too Park Jimin! I will always love you! I’m so sorry!” I repeated over and over. Jimin grabbed me into his arms, resting his forehead on my shoulder.

I ignored the wet spot in my shoulder, the only thing I cared about right now was Jimin in my arms.

“I’m so sorry! Will you forgive me?” I pleaded and I can hear the soft rumbling as Jimin chuckled.

“Of course I forgive you. I just gave you a whole speech of how I love you” He looked up at me again, quickly wiping his tears with the back of his hand. He gave me a warm smile, and I couldn’t help but return the smile.

I leaned up and planted a sweet kiss on his lips, when I pulled back Jimin rested his forehead onto mine and I spoke again “I will never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever-”

“One ever in enough” Jimin chuckled.

“-Ever ever accuse you like this again!” I finished.

“I’ll remember that” He poked my side and I giggled.

We sat there for a minute before realizing we were in an elevator. My eyes widened and we both laughed. Jimin reached behind him and started the elevator again.

While we waited for the elevator to reach to lobby floor, we stood up again. Jimin kept his arms around me while I rested my head on his chest.

When the elevator doors opened again, there was the receptionist and a couple firefighters in front of the doors, waiting for us.

“Mrs. Park! You’re alright!” She shouted.

“Yes.. Why wouldn’t I be okay?” He gave her a skeptical look. Clearly not over what happened earlier.

“The elevator was stuck, and it set off alarms throughout the building” I hid my face in Jimin’s chest, trying to hold in my laughs.

“It did?” Jimin chuckled with me “Oh. Well.. We stopped it manually.. So we’re okay” He answered still chuckling.

“Oh okay..” The firefighters were starting to leave the building, their job being done. While the receptionist stood there eyes wide, probably thinking we were doing something exactly opposite of what was actually happening.

“Oh that reminds me! Great new sir!” She suddenly spoke up.

“Yes?”

“The article was taken down and we successfully sued the company that made the article. A correction article was put up and all the rumors are starting to clear up” She answered with glee.

“How does this remind you of that..” Jimin mumbled and I giggled “Alright! Thank you!” Jimin took a step back, forcing me to let go of him. He walked out of the elevator while holding my hand, slipping past Soochan.

While we were out of the building and in the car, hand still grasping mine, Jimin spoke up “This calls for celebration” He said and I playfully pouted.

“I don’t want to go out anymore” Jimin laughed loudly.

“You’re too cute, I was going to say let’s celebrate at home with junk food and cuddling while watching a movie” He finished, and my smile grew “How does that sound?” He took a glance at me before I answered.

“That sound perfect”


I’m so sorry!! This story was supposed to come out WEEKS earlier than it did. I ended up getting a new job, and my schedule has been clouded up because of that. I also unfortunately got a fever, I had to go to the hospital (for a different reason but still), so I have been REALLY busy! I’m sorry! But I hope you liked the story!

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