the only problem was taking it off afterwards

Boyfriend! Daniel Kang

Okay so I know I’m a hiatus and all but like Daniel Kang is my bby and like I love him so much so here we go

  • you’re Woojin’s older sister and after watching Produce 101 you can say you’re voting for him and Woojin
  • glad that someone there’s to take care of your lil bro
  • a cute someone 
  • you show up to the final show bcus you’re a “loving sister” but really it’s because of Daniel Kang and his hip thrusts
  • remembers the sorry sorry fancam
  • anywho
  • Daniel gets in to the top 11 (he better or else Mnet is gonna catch these hands) and you were probably the loudest lol
  • but your sad af because Woojin didn’t but that’s okay since he’s a little baby that has a lot of time to grow
  • •you meet up with Woojin afterwards and guess who’s with him
  • the one and only DANIEL KANG
  • being he responsible sister you are, you thank Daniel for taking care of your little brother 
  • daniel’s like ‘no problem, he’s like my son’
  • ’…’
  • then you both burst out laughing cus y'all are weirdos
  • you exchange numbers before he has to leave and you could have sworn he winked at you
  • like no
  • leave the winking to Jihoon
  • feeling attacked by his wink
  • he texted you a few days later and you’re just like
  • ‘oh’
  • ‘OH’
  • you guys hit it off and those texts became physically hanging out with him, Woojin and Woojin’s omma Seongwoo
  • sometimes it was only you and Daniel which you wee totally fine with
  • eventually you and Daniel started getting closer and the classic you liked him and he liked you thing happened
  • eventually he asked you out on a date and everything would be fine from there
  • moving on to actual boyfriend!Daniel
  • lots and lots of skinship
  • back hugs for days
  • will squeeze the fuck out of you whenever he can
  • legit you can’t get him off of you
  • like his arms are wrapped around your waist and his chin is resting on your head / shoulder
  • kind of clingy but that’s okay since he’s being cute about it
  • holds your hand 25/8
  • his grip is pretty tight because he doesn’t want to lose you but it’s not too tight since he doesn’t want your fingers to lose circulation
  • doesn’t mind a lot of PDA
  • love it actually
  • you’re his and he’s your’s
  • says the most cheesy and cliche lines ever
  • ‘if you were a booger, I’d pick you first’
  • ‘ew get a life’
  • 'you are my life’
  • 'okay I admit that was kind of smooth’
  • fights over books are normal too
  • 'HARRY POTTER IS BETTER THAN PERCY JACKSON’
  • 'istg Daniel, I will super glue that mouth of yours and force you to watch the Percy Jackson movies while listening to me rant on how horrible they are’
  • 'I love you babe’
  • 'that’s what I thought’
  • he’s really caring tho and will like always be there for you
  • if he notices that you’re having a bad day, he’ll come over with ice cream
  • will climb through your window if he had to but most of the time Woojin just opens the door
  • he’ll just sit on your bed and pull you on him so that you’re sitting on his lap with your chin on his shoulder
  • will wrap an arm around you and the other one will be petting your hair because he knows you like that
  • wouldn’t make you talk about it but you eventually open up anyways because this boy just wants to make you happy
  • you end up eating ice cream and cuddling all day
  • make sure to offer Woojin some too for letting Daniel in
  • taking care of his cat when you visit him
  • he calls you their mother because to be honest you really are that cat’s mother
  • he likes giving you forehead kisses
  • that way he doesn’t have to bend down 
  • he also likes giving you nose boops because he’s cute like that
  • story time!!!
  • includes a “makeout session” but not really since I totally don’t know how to write that shit
  • so you and Daniel were hanging out at your place aka your parents house
  • y’all were cuddling and doing your usually cute thing since he’s just like that and yeah
  • suddenly you get bored and his face is a lot more interesting then the movie
  • you noticed how kissable his lips are because they really are 
  • i’m not the only one right?
  • and he notices that you’re not playing attention so he’s becomes his cheeky self
  • ‘is my face just that handsome?’
  • you’re like 
  • ‘what, no, ew, get away from me’
  • but you’re face is like all red so he knows that you were totally checking him out
  • he laughs and leans in to kiss you
  • you kiss back of course
  • that somehow escalated and now you guys are making out on the couch and his hands are up you’re shirt
  • oops
  • suddenly the front door opens and Seongwoo, Woojin and some produce 101 winners walk in with a cake
  • you probably heard a high pitched scream that belonged to your little brother
  • ‘wow, I know we told you to distract her but this was not what we wanted’
  • and you’re all like ‘wtf is going on’
  • then you realized something
  • ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N’
  • wow you forgot your own birthday
  • nice going y/n
  • so that’s the story of why you and Daniel should never make out in the living room 
  • basically stan Daniel Kang and fight Mnet with me if he doesn’t debut
A World Without You (English) Ch. 4

Summary: One day, you woke up in a world without Bangtan Sonyeondan.
Note: This is the last chapter with your point of view! Next chapter will be from one of the members’!

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“Baby baby geudaeneun, Caramel Macchiato, yeojeonhi nae ipgaen, geudae hyanggi dalkomhae. Baby, baby, tonight…” I hummed slowly. Coffee, one of my favorite songs from BTS.

Isn’t it weird if I know a song that doesn’t exist? And I couldn’t even speak the language.

“Ni meotdaero sareo eochapi ni kkeoya, aesseuji jom mareo jyeodo gwaenchanha, errbody say lalalalala, say lalalala, soneul deureo, sorijilleo burn it up! Bultaoreune.”

Fire, another favorite from BTS. If Bangtan was really an illusion made by my mind, how could I memorize tones and lyrics that I didn’t understand? Even though I’m an ARMY, Korean was one of the many languages I could not enunciate.

Slowly, I started feeling scared. Erasing history and traces of seven young men from existence and memory of all human being was impossible. If only from one person, fine, it would be possible with all the technologies today. Planting fake memories in someone’s mind overnight with such details without said person noticing wouldn’t be possible either. Therefore what the hell was happening?

I shook my head a few times. It’s weird, that was clear. But I knew that Bangtan Sonyeondan wasn’t just something my mind made when I was bored. They were real. They had to be real. I’m sure of it. There were only a few questions left.

‘What happened to them and to me until they ceased to exist aside from my mind? Is there anyone else who remember their existence as a group?’

And also one other important question.

Where are they now?’

My phone beeped, signaling new notifications. I grabbed my phone and unlocked it.

There were a few comments on my post on my social medias, the one where I asked what did they know about BTS.

From all of the comments, none stated anything that indicated that they know about them. Instead, lots of them joked about Behind The Scenes. If only this wasn’t a problem, I would’ve laughed sarcastically because of that overused joke. Speaking of jokes, it made me miss Jin’s dad jokes so much… I never really understood them but his laugh afterwards would always lift my spirit up.

And so, with a resolution, I looked at my calendar. I could take a few days off two  weeks from now. And then I tried to recall how much I have on my savings.

Should be enough for a few days trip to Korea.

Yes, I decided to go to South Korea to try and find out what happened to those seven children in adult body. I still remembered BigHit’s newest address and their phone number. Who knows, maybe I’d need them.

For now, the only thing I could do was getting ready and wait. I should also do anything I could to keep remembering them…

And that was the beginning of my habit of writing anything I could recall about BTS anytime I could.

It’s Over, Isn’t It

A/N: Alrighty, so this is the promised Friday fic. I’ve been working on this for a while and I really hope you guys like it. The song that inspired this fic can be found right here

Pairing: Clint x Reader x Tony

Word Count: 2323

Warnings: Death, angst


It was fast. Much too fast for anyone to see coming.

You were fearless. You had more courage than anyone on the team had ever seen. In the end, it killed you.

Clint liked to say you were stubborn. You refused back down from the mission, regardless of the risk and the fact that you were leaving behind your son.

After you died, Tony liked to say you were stupid. He had called you stubborn before, when you were still alive. He said it with so much affection in his voice that it almost made you tear up a few times. He called you stupid because you put everyone else’s needs above your own. You put the safety of the team and of your husband and your child above your own. He hated you for leaving him behind. He loved you.

Something about the way you were able to bring out the best in people drew them to you. Everyone on the team admired and respected you. You and Steve worked together on strategies. Natasha loved sparring and gossiping with you, the way only two women really could. You made Bucky feel comfortable and Sam had absolutely zero reservations about joking around with you. Vision appreciated your willingness to listen to him ramble and Wanda began to think of you as a mother. Sam found you to be an excellent dance partner and Rhodey respected the level of maturity and seriousness you held within.

Tony fell for you almost instantly when you walked into his office ten years ago and announced that you were his new assistant. He never was used to women being so forward with him. Usually they just fell all over themselves and fawned over him in pitiful attempts to get his attention. You, on the other hand, demanded his respect right off the bat and didn’t take his shit for a second. He honestly loved you. The only problem was that Clint loved you too.

Clint met you when you got pulled in on the New York consultation. You didn’t have much time to talk before the incident, but you talked plenty afterwards. Natasha had all but set the two of you up. She drew the two of you to a coffee house in promise of riveting conversation and free coffee and then abandoned the two of you after twenty minutes. Tony had left on a trip with Dr. Banner and Natasha had other plans, so you didn’t see any harm in spending time with him. Two years later, you were married.

Tony had watched it happen. He’d warned you about how stupid Barton was countless times and your only answer was a small laugh, a small squeeze of his hand and a soft “Don’t worry, I know.” He watched as your belly grew to make room for the newest member of the Barton family. Seen how heartbroken you were when you found out that Pietro had been killed and watched as you pulled Wanda into a tight embrace and treated her like your own child. He was there when your son, Nathaniel Pietro Barton, was born. He envied the family that you had been able to find without him. It took him years after that to realize he was your family too. He regretted ever being jealous of Clint.

Clint had lived it. Maybe not as long as Tony had, but it hurt twice as bad. You were it for him. You were the one true love everyone dreams of finding during their stay on this stupid rock. You were the one who made everything seem like it was okay. When you agreed to marry him it felt like everything had just fallen into place and he could finally breathe. There was absolutely no denying that he loved you with everything he had.

You weren’t supposed to be on the mission. You really weren’t supposed to be. Both you and Clint were supposed to be at home, with Nate, watching horrible movies and falling asleep on the couch. When the call came in, Clint’s expression had immediately darkened and you realized you would have to go with him. He argued at first, but soon remembered that you were just as stubborn as he is. You called your mom, dropped Nate off with her, and went straight to the tower.

The mission was suicide. Walking out of the quinjet and onto the field into heavy fire should have been a sign that there was nothing the team could do. You all did your best, but, in the end, it wasn’t enough to save everyone.

Just when the team thought they had gained an advantage, a sniper from somewhere up on the ridge fired off a round into your left lung. You froze on the spot, stiff and in shock, and fell to your knees. Clint slid to a stop beside you on his knees and caught you before your head could hit the ground. Tony dropped to his knees beside you, not knowing what to do for, perhaps, the first time in his life.

Your breath quickly became short and spluttering as you bled out, your lungs filling with blood, and the battle raged on without you. Steve instructed Clint and Tony to take you back to the quinjet. Tony wanted to stay by your side, knowing that there was no way you could make it back home before you took your last breath, but he forced himself to return to the fight. Clint stayed with you, desperately squeezing your hand, and stroking your hair, silent tears running down his face.

In the few minutes you had left you managed to tell him that you loved him and how much you loved Nathaniel. You told him to tell Tony that you loved him too, because you did, in a way. With what strength you had left, you kissed your husband until your last breath left you.

Wanda felt you leave. Much like when Pietro died, she fell to the ground in grief, releasing a massive pulse of energy into the surrounding area. That last bit of energy saw to the end of the mission.

When everyone trudged back to the quinjet the entire team was dead silent. Clint sat on the floor, cradling your head in his lap. Steve took the controls so Tony could have his moment to say goodbye, regardless of the fact that you were already gone.

No one could really believe that you were gone after it happened. It really sunk in for Clint when he realized that he had to pick up Nate from your mother’s house. He couldn’t bring himself to do it right away, so he called ahead and told your mom that the mission would keep the two of you away for a couple of extra days. He hoped that it would give him enough time to come to terms with the fact that you were actually gone.

Wanda didn’t speak for two solid weeks. Vision seemed to disappear completely. Steve threw himself into work and training. If he concentrated hard enough and blocked out enough of what was going on around him, it was like you were still there. No one saw Bucky leave his room for a month unless they checked the security feeds at around two in the morning. He couldn’t bring himself to be around anyone in the compound. You were the one who helped him integrate himself and the thought of interaction with anyone was too painful for him. Sam left and went back to working at the VA for a few months to get his head straight. The two of you had worked together so closely that it was almost like losing a limb. Rhodey watched as life with the Avengers came to a standstill. Tony reverted to the anxiety ridden, alcoholic, insomniac he was before you came along. He spent long hours in the lab, staring at your desk. He didn’t know what to do with it. He just knew that he didn’t want to get rid of it because if it wasn’t there, then there was no chance of you ever being back.

Tony wanted to think that he had lost the most, but deep down, he knew that Clint was hurting just as badly, if not worse than him. He remembered Nate. The kid called him Uncle Tony and he loved Nathaniel as if he were his own son. Nate lost his mother and Clint lost his wife. But Nate lost his mother. Tony could understand how that felt, and it felt horrible.

Clint stayed away for a few months. No one really knew where he had gone, but they knew he had Nathaniel with him and they knew he was safe. It was understandable for someone to want to disappear after losing someone, and who better to do so than a spy? It was harder with a five year old, but they managed well enough. When he finally came back everyone seemed happy to see him. Tony wasn’t particularly delighted because seeing him brought back memories that he thought he had successfully buried, but, then again, so did Nate.

Clint had barely been back for a week when he found Tony out on the balcony, bottle of scotch on the floorboards, tumbler in hand. Tony didn’t seem to notice him when he came to stand beside him, but all indicators proved otherwise.

“Y’know, I was fine with the men who would come into her life now and then.” Tony’s voice was quiet. “It was probably because I knew none of them were good enough for her. They just weren’t. And when they left, I would be the only one there for her and she would always come back to me.”

Clint just glanced over at Tony before staring out at the landscape before them. He didn’t quite know what to say, so he didn’t say anything. In all honesty, he just felt numb. If Nate didn’t need this family, he wouldn’t be here.

“Then she met you. I thought you were going to be like everyone else. But then we got the band back together and you two were still an item. I thought, after everything we’d been through, everything she’d seen me conquer and every single way she had seen me grow and every experience we shared, she would choose me. Obviously,” Tony angled his head to look at Clint. He sighs quietly before looking back at his drink. “That didn’t happen.”

“She loved you.” Clint managed to say. His voice was quiet and the wind threatened to carry away the sound. “She told me to tell you that she did after-” Clint had to pause to steady his breathing. “After she was shot. I don’t know why I didn’t tell you before now.”

“Because you knew how it would sound.” Tony shakes his head, tears forming in his eyes. “Even if you didn’t know, something inside of you knew enough to stop you from telling be because it would sound like you were just telling me what I wanted to hear.”

“It would have sounded like a lie.” A grunt of agreement sounds from Tony. “I know you tried to put her off me.”

“Yeah,” Tony sighs. “I lost count of the number of times I told her how stupid you were. You know what she said every single time?”

“Probably something along the lines of “I know”, right?”

“She laughed, squeezed my hand and told me that she knew. She knew what an absolute dumbass you were, and she still married you.”

Clint snorts loudly. “I still can’t believe she actually chose me. Especially over you.” Tony coughs in surprise and stares at Clint, eyes wide. “Oh please. A rich, handsome, charming guy like you could have any girl he wanted. If I hadn’t suddenly appeared and tricked her into thinking I was a good choice-”

“She never would have chosen me. She would have mowed through half the population of California, moved on to New York, and still not found the right man.” Tony sighs. “As much as I loved her and hate to admit this, you really were the only man that was right for her. You stuck with each other during hard times, and I see that now, regardless of how jealous I was. I just… She was it, y’know?”

“Of course I do, Tony. She was it for me. The only girl who ever got under my skin and stayed there.” Clint smiles at the thought of you. “(Y/N) is the only woman who stayed to work out our differences. She was the only one to stay when I did some really stupid shit.”

“And you’ve done some extremely stupid shit.” Clint lets out an almost strangled laugh.

“She was actually able to get the wires of the DVR and tv untangled.” He says absentmindedly.

“Wait, really?” Tony says incredulously. Clint nods. “Even I couldn’t do that. You had to cut them last time.”

“Good to know I married the real genius on this team.” Clint grins at Tony for a moment before his smile falters. “It’s so hard without her.”

“I know.”

“I don’t know if I can raise Nate on my own. I don’t know if I’m cut out for this, yknow? He deserves more than me. He deserves better.”

“No, Barton, he deserves you.” The corner of Tony’s mouth quirks up in a smile. “The fact that you can admit that you’re not equipped for this and that you need help is a good sign. Even better, you’ve got all the help you could ever possibly want here. The Avengers are you family. They’re Nathaniel’s family too.”

“Thank you, Tony.” Clint says quietly. “For everything.”

“Don’t mention it, Legolas.” Tony responds, taking a large draw from his glass. “You’re a good man, Barton.”

“Thanks, but I’m not. Not without her.”


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Imagine that Spock has not considered what it really means to have two attractive males as his significant others.  At first he sees no reason to worry that Jim continually returns from away missions with his clothing torn and chest often bared (other than, of course, to confirm that Jim is in fact not in need of medical attention).  He sees no reason to forbid Leonard from leaving his quarters with disheveled hair and a honey-warm drawl because he’s just spent a few hours napping in Spock’s arms.  When it’s time to break out the formal wear because of an upcoming conference, why should Spock think twice that Kirk’s pants are snug in all the right places and Leonard’s jacket accentuates how nicely proportioned he is from shoulders to waist?  As a Vulcan, it simply does not compute to concern one’s self with such matters.

Until, that is, Spock comes to understand the frequency with which some officer or another compliments Kirk, McCoy, or both.  Some men and women even state explicitly while standing right next to Spock what lovely specimens the men are.  In the beginning, he does not find this alarming but mostly pleasing that others also recognize beauty in that which he finds beautiful.  He can only surmise later on that his lack of response often led these people to believe that it would be harmless for them to approach his mates and express their interest.  Of course, when such things occurred, Spock discovers, neither Jim nor Leonard were inclined to mention it to him; and it isn’t until Spock happens to be within earshot of a man of sufficiently high rank trying to convince both Kirk and McCoy into joining him for after-dinner drinks in his private quarters that Spock discerns what is afoot.  He interrupts the individual to collect his mates and escort them to the other side of the room without even acknowledging the presence of the would-be rival.  “That was rude,” McCoy tells him, but Spock is more interested in scanning the remaining crowd to discern if that rival was a fluke or not.

 Eventually it becomes apparent to him that he has missed a step in his education of “finding and retaining the affections of the ones which are desirable for mating.”  Vulcans are careful not to disturb the relationships of other Vulcans.  It is considered futile, not to mention crass, to express interest in another’s bondmate.  But Jim and Leonard are not Vulcan, interact with many other non-Vulcans on a daily basis and are, he comes to realize, attracting the attention of several individuals if Spock’s subtle assessment of the un-shielded minds around him is indeed accurate.  By doing nothing to make his place at their sides apparent he has left his chosen mates essentially unclaimed.

“There is an urgent matter to be resolved,” he explains to Kirk and McCoy.  “We must leave now.”

The three of them do, creating a mental wave of sadness from a great many of the conference attendees that the pretty officers are being taken away.  Thereafter Spock enacts a plan to become more vigilant in protecting what is his, following the advice of his father on several points: an attractive human-mate cannot be unaccompanied at a social gathering; an attractive human-mate who is garbed in a manner to arouse should be asked to wear a covering until such time the covering can be removed for private viewing; an attractive human-mate will naturally draw attention at any given time and therefore should be coached in the subtle methods of dissuading other suitors, such as ‘I am bonded to a strong and capable Vulcan who is nearby’ or ‘your attentions would not be appreciated by my strong and capable Vulcan who is nearby’.  

“If these methods fail,” Sarek advises his son, “then you may think to request that your human-mates take care to appear unattractive in your absence, which logically should resolve the issue most effectively.  I… attempted this method with your mother only once.”

“And the result?” Spock queries.

Sarek answers grimly, “One which should not be repeated by anyone who wishes to remain married.”

“Then what can be done, Father?”

The not-quite resignation in Sarek’s eyes is tempered by the humor of a pleasant memory.  “As Amanda would say, admit your jealousy, my son, and let your humans take pity on you.”

“I see.  I will take this course of action under consideration.”

And Spock does, the end result of which is a laughing Leonard and a grinning Jim and a night spent listening to them tease him about a proclivity Vulcans should not admit to.  But afterwards Spock is pleasantly surprised to find that Jim and Leonard do care about setting his mind at ease, and the first time he witnesses Kirk cutting off a flirtatious ambassador he has a feeling that can only be described as pride.  Then a sheepish Leonard shows up at his shoulder and says, “We might have a problem.  That admiral over there,” and here he points to a hunched-over man surrounded by a circle of wide-eyed crowd-goers, “just got clocked in the nose.  I told him I had a Vulcan nearby like you said and he laughed at me.”

Spock raises an eyebrow in the direction of the fool, then praises his mate, “You did well.  Please remain here with Jim.  I shall only be a moment.”

By the end of his chat with the admiral in which he explains how unfortunate professionally and personally it will become for the man to have ignored the warning given to him, he is secure in the knowledge that there will be fewer incidents of this nature going forward.

Kirk and McCoy rejoin Spock, and they spend the remainder of their evening quite undisturbed by the masses.  As suspected by Spock, what is attractive about Kirk and McCoy individually and collectively has become slightly less attractive in the face of their commitment - and Spock’s - to a singular relationship of three.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a BTS reaction when their gf gets mad at them after an argument so she gives them the silent treatment the 'whole day.' Thank you, love your blog🙆🏻💘

thank you so much! It’s nice when I get feedback ;-;

Seokjin: He’d wait for the whole day before he finally cracked. His pride would probably stop him from talking to you, until sooner or later he missed you so desperately that he’d text you once, and then twice, and suddenly you phone would be flooded with messages. In order to fix the problem, he’d probably come up to you and maturely go through any problems. He’d want to talk it out and afterwards, would treat you to dinner. 

Yoongi: I think he’d respect you and give you your space, but would definitely call your friends to check up on you. He’d also probably need time to cool off after an argument, as I can only really see him arguing for something he’s truly passionate about. I think it would take a long time to reconcile, but after he did (by leaving you caring messages) he’d probably hold you tightly. 

Hoseok: He’d probably snap after an hour, wishing that you weren’t angry at him. He’d go and apologise to you behind a bunch of flowers, but it would be impossible to hide the red-rimmed eyes. To be honest, I think the both of you would have cried after an argument of that scale and he’d just hold you in his arms after making up, having a super long cuddle session to make up. 

Namjoon: He’d be so stubborn. You want to ignore him? Fine. Two can play at this game. He’d refuse to message you after seeing you act that way, and would cut off contact with you. Someone else would probably lock the two of you in the same room, seeing how you both were struggling to cope without your other half. Afterwards, he’d make it up to you with skinship, both cute/fluffy and a little steamier. 

Jimin: I think he’d be more annoyed at you giving the silent treatment than the argument. If the two of you were apart at night, he’d at least expect some sort of text to know that you were safe and so I think he’d deliberately seek you out, before arguing again at the unfair treatment. Even though he’s so cute and fluffy, your safety is so important to him that he’d be worried sick. After the argument, the two of you would realise how foolish it was and he’d walk you back, not wanting you to be alone at such a late hour. 

Taehyung: He’d be so upset. At first, I can see him getting a little explosive (for like…three minutes maybe). He’d wonder what he did to warrant such retaliation from you, but then afterwards he’d start to miss you throughout the day. He’s definitely someone who’d text his significant other every five minutes, so he’d opt to message you every hour with what he was doing and how much he missed you. 

Jungkook: Again, I think he’d be like Namjoon in this aspect. He’d literally refuse to budge, he wouldn’t talk to you for even two days. However, he’d constantly ask his hyungs for advice on what to do and they’d text you, explaining about how concerned he was. You’d need to make the first step to reach out to him, but after that he’d easily admit any mistakes that he made and would happily reconcile. 

Jack B smut where you wear a maid dress for Halloween with white lingerie underneath and white lace garter belt and stockings and you ride Jack with the stockings and garter belt on?

Warning: Smut!

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It was Halloween night, and I was putting on my costume. Thank god I didn’t have very much to do. I was just gonna lay around the house. Jack had a party to attend to, and I just get a lazy day today. I will get to answer to trick-or-treaters, but that’s about it.

Was it weird to wear lingerie without anywhere to go to? Probably. Did I care? No. I was going to be a French maid and it was going to be amazing. I don’t have anyone to impress but myself. But I wanted to look good anyway. Halloween is one of my favorite holidays after all.

First, I put on my white lace garter belt. Then I slipped on my white lingerie. It was silky to the touch, and I couldn’t help but running my hands up and down it. Next were the stockings. They were black and made of cotton. I pulled them on, and after some difficulty, finally manage to make them look like they belonged there. Finally I put on the actual dress. I looked in the mirror and for once I actually looked hot. I suddenly felt sad that Jack wasn’t here to be with me.

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Just a little story that contains my thoughts about their future. I hope you like it.


They were lying in bed together with Jane’s hand on her belly and her hand covering his. She was exhausted after another day at the office. The boredom was driving her crazy, but she wouldn’t risk her child’s life just so she could get rid of the boredom. Not that Jane or Cho would allow her to go into the field anyway. Jane didn’t return, he was busy building their home, but he made sure to call her almost every hour, asking how she is. She pretended to be annoyed, but he knew that she secretly loved it. Now that she thought about it, the boredom probably had more to do with Jane not being there all the time than with not being able to go into the field. 

She was brought back to reality when she felt Jane kissing her shoulder. “What is it, Teresa? What’s keeping you awake?” he whispered and she shivered when she felt his breath against her neck. She turned in his arms so she was facing him and said “Nothing. Just thinking.”. “You know… I could call you more often if it’s that boring at the office.” he said and grinned. “How do-“ she started but Jane put a finger against her lips and said “Didn’t you want to stop asking that question now that we’re married?”. She smiled at him. It’s been almost two months and sometimes she still couldn’t believe they were actually married. She raised her hand and looked at her ring. It was really gorgeous, but a part of her still thought it was too much. He loved to spoil her and she could only imagine what he would do with their kid. She chuckled. 

“Now would you like to share your thoughts with me, honey?” he said. “I was just thinking about all the stuff you will probably buy for our child.” she said and chuckled again. “You know I love to spoil people I love.” he said and kissed her. “And about the boredom, it’s only a few more months. You can do it.” he teased, but she frowned. “Yes only a few more months and what then? I don’t know what to do afterwards.” she said, looking upset. Jane pulled her closer to him, so that he could still look at her. “Then you will take some time off and we will take care of our baby together.” he said and smiled, thinking about it. “But what about money?” she asked and he just chuckled. “Money won’t be a problem. We will have enough, but maybe I could offer my help on a case once in a while.” he suggested and she just nodded. 

When he saw that she was probably thinking about what will happen after that. He said “And then you can go back to your old job.”. He really didn’t like the idea of her going back into the field, but he knew she loves her job. He couldn’t keep her from doing what she loved. “No. I can’t.” she said and when she saw his confusion she continued “It’s too dangerous. You were right. You were kidnapped and a serial killer wanted to ruin our wedding because I was too stubborn to give up my job. Besides.. I don’t want our child to grow up without a mother.”. Tears were threatening to fall and he cupped her cheek and kissed her to calm her down. “It’s okay.” he said reassuringly and kept stroking her cheek. They were lying in silence for a while. “I can’t be a housewife, Patrick. I will go nuts. But I also don’t want to give my child away during the day at the age of 1 already.” she said and he could see how desperate she was. 

To lighten the mood and because he seriously had thought about this possibility he said “I’ll be the housewife.”. She giggled, imagining him as housewife. “And what about your “mental stimulation”?” she asked, teasing. He grinned at how her mood was back to happy again. “Like I said, I could offer my help to the FBI. And you could teach the rookies at the FBI. You know… Show them how it’s done without actually going back into the field.” he said and was glad to see her bright smile. “That sounds like a plan.” she said, still smiling, and kissed him. 

“Thank you. You always know how to comfort me.” She said and then added a little hesitantly “You will be a good father to our child.”. He just smiled and said “And you will be a good mom. But maybe you should let me sing the lullabies to our child.”. He chuckled and she slapped his chest, but had to chuckle too. “I love you.” he said more serious and placed his hand on her belly again. “I love you, too.” she answered and soon they both fell into a deep sleep. Both dreaming about their future as a family.