these two crazy kids are going to make it work someday


Alright, HERE we go! Awhile ago I had an idea for a MP100/Voltron crossover, and after mentioning it to @x-i-l-verify​ and loooots of brainstorming later, we have…*gestures vaguely* this. These are more or less screenshot redraws just to kind of get across who is who. :) More info, reasonings and musings under the cut, because well…it got long…

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Red Roses

I saw this adorable art from @the-sacred-pecan-pie and needed to write something about all those roses. 

His mama saved the flowers from the bouquet she carried when she walked down the aisle.

Bitty found them when he was five years old and bored and snooping through his parents room.

He found a stack of photo albums beneath old sweaters and dress shoes that his daddy rarely ever wore.

The first one was old and musty and filled with people he had never seen before in black and white and yellowing at the corners.

He quickly pushed that one out of the way and kept opening up new ones until the photos switched to color and he started to recognize his moomaw and his mama.

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The Wedding Planner (Part 1)

Summary– Being a wedding planner is all fun and games until suddenly you’re saved from an accident by the man of your dreams– later discovering that he happens to be your latest client’s fiancé. 

Author’s Note– First off, I am just beyond excited for this series! I absolutely loved this movie and figured, “Why not make it into a series and add my own twist to it?” So I finally did and I really hope you all enjoy it! feedback would be greatly appreciated folks.

Originally posted by jennymagicalheart

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PARTS: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // epilogue
Pairing: Jimin x reader
Words: 7,760
Genre: smut, angst, supernatural au.
click here for warnings by part (potential spoilers).

When playing the lying game, there are but two rules. The first is to be convincing. Live the lie, breathe the lie, believe it so wholeheartedly it becomes your new truth. The second is to always remember there are other players in the game, some of whom have been playing it far longer than you.

Time always seemed to go slowly for you. It has always consisted of a lot of waiting, searching, and more waiting. Waiting for leads, waiting for information, waiting for days to turn into weeks, into months, into years. Every day began to seem the same, and the most exciting moments have been those when you’re risking your life. Kind of fucked up, but true.

Recently, though, this has changed. Jimin has changed everything. Somehow, time has passed in a blur of meet ups, of laughter, of actually leaving the safety of the church and experiencing the things the world has to offer. Jimin makes you see the beauty in the mundane and take a look at things you’ve experienced hundreds of times through a different set of eyes. Suddenly, just walking in silence takes on a whole new meaning with him beside you, or even popping by a fast food joint becomes a billion times more interesting as you watch him dunk his french fries into a milkshake (a strange combination that he has tried to make you enjoy, but failed).

Time both seems to go too slow when you’re apart and too fast when you’re together. One instance, you were both talking until the early hours of the morning at his place, only realizing the time at 4AM. You stayed the night, sleeping in his guest room, just a few steps away from his bedroom. You didn’t get any sleep, of course, despite how incredibly comfortable the bed was. He offered to drive you “home” (a fake address to an apartment just across town from him), but you insisted on walking. Your mind buzzed the entire way home, trying to understand what this new friendship meant and how it would affect your mission to avenge your parents. You’ve been distracted, but you’re enjoying it. Possibly more than you should. You’ve been making stupid, half thought through decisions, and there’s no room for those kinds of mistakes in a life like yours.

Mistake number one manifested as a mobile phone. A cheap one from the grocery store, but a phone nonetheless. You’ve never had one and you wouldn’t have the first clue how to use it, but you bought it on a whim. The realization of what you’d done hit you when you were driving back to the church and were struck with distraught feelings you’ve never felt before. How could you be so reckless? Just for a boy? The two of you have gotten along just fine without calling or texting, there’s no need to change anything now. Jimin understood your ‘explanation’ for not owning a phone. You’d justified it with a “It just makes me feel too connected. People used to get by just fine without them. There are so many beautiful things to experience in the world, I don’t want to miss any of it because of some dumb little screen.” Sure, the excuse sounds a bit lame, but there must be people out there who think that way and genuinely do wish to escape the crazy technological world.

Nothing bad happened as a result of your rash decision, but you did drive all the way back to town and leave the phone, along with twenty dollars, beside a sleeping figure in the park.

Hoseok returns from his trip after four weeks, bearing new supplies, weapons, but no information. You want to tell him about Jimin right away, but you’re not sure what his reaction will be. And a part of you wants to keep this as something that’s just yours, just for a little longer. You’re okay with sharing everything with Hoseok, but you know that the moment you do, this thing with Jimin becomes reality. It’ll become something you have to discuss and understand in terms of The Bigger Picture, and you’re not quite ready for that yet.

You’re sure that Hoseok suspects something. Of course he does. There’s no other reason for you to be away so long and then not share what happened or what you did. Hoseok isn’t stupid. But you appreciate that he’s giving you time to come to terms with everything before telling him. You do know, however, that you can’t wait forever. Eventually Hoseok will confront you about what’s going on, and you’ll have to tell him, but for now any confessions are on your terms. You promise yourself that you’ll tell him within the next month. You just need a little longer to pretend that Jimin and your world are completely disconnected, to just enjoy being with him without worrying about the what ifs. Whenever your thoughts stray towards those what ifs, you can’t stop thinking about them. There is no way you can continue to see Jimin and lead your own secret life. You either have to find a way to reconcile the two, or decide which to give up.

Jimin asks about your family one day while the two of you are playing Monopoly (a game you’ve learned to kick his ass in, and he’s complained that he “never should have taught you how to play this dumb game”) and you tell him the truth. Or at least as much of the truth as you can.

“My mom and dad were absolutely amazing. I always felt so loved and special because of them, as any kid should. They were the best parents in the world.” You shake the dice in your hands and let them clatter on the board, knocking over one of your houses in the process. “Then again, everyone thinks their parents are the best. But, god, were they in love. Something in the air just changed whenever they looked at eachother. I always hoped that I would someday be able to experience love like that.”

“Are they…?”

"Dead? Yeah. They passed away when I was small,” you say as you move your piece up five steps, right onto one of his squares with a hotel on it. “Damn it.” Handing him an obscene amount of money notes, you continue. “I was taken in by someone who had known the family for years and I couldn’t be more grateful to him for everything he’s done for me.” Technically Hoseok had known about your family, just not in a positive way. But Jimin doesn’t need to know that.

“There still are some good people left in the world… I’m so sorry about your parents, Sooyoung.”

You shake your head and avoid his eyes, feeling ashamed for the way you still have to conceal the truth from him. Every time he calls you Sooyoung you try to ignore the guilt that gnaws at your heart for continuing to lie to him. “It’s okay, I had to accept the way things were a long time ago. You learn to live and let go.” Another lie. You try to shift the subject away from you and your lying ass. “What about you? What’s your family like?”

This time he glances down, throwing the dice, a bit harder than he usually does so one rolls underneath your leg. You lift it to reveal a three then move it to the centre of the board.

“Complicated is the best way to put it, I guess. Dad's… Dad. Sorry, that doesn’t make sense. When I used to live with him he’d be so busy that he’d rarely be home, and when he was he never really seemed to be there. But it’s fine. Like you, I accepted the way things were a long time ago and moved the hell out as soon as I could. I think I turned out just fine, despite everything.”

“Yeah, you’re not too bad,” you say, which earns you a smile. “How are things with your mom?”

You wish you could take the question back the moment you see his face fall. He tries to cover it, acting like the question doesn’t hit him somewhere in his heart where it aches like a splinter lodged too deep to pull out, but you notice anyway. You learned to read people’s expressions, no matter how subtle, a long time ago. 

“She’s not around anymore. I see her every now and then, but she doesn’t live with us.”

“I’m sorry, Jimin.”

He forces a smile, which only breaks your heart even more. “Life happens, right?” He holds up a card in his hand, indicating the discussion is over. “'Make general repairs on all your property. For each house pay $25, for each hotel pay $100.’ Fuck this game.”

When you finally go home, you decide it’s time to tell Hoseok. For the first time in a while you’re actually nervous to divulge something to him. He can tell. The moment you step foot into the bunker, he takes a look at you and sits down on the couch, eyeing you carefully. He doesn’t speak, waiting for you to go first. You don’t sit down, instead you pace around the room, chewing your lip. He was clearly working on something since there are books strewn across the room, papers piled on the table.

You’re afraid to voice your thoughts because once you start, you might not stop. All the way home, you kept thinking about what it might be like to live a life where playing Monopoly with Jimin could be some weekly ritual, where you could take him to meet Hoseok without having to lie about where you live and just about every other aspect of your life. You kept thinking about what it might feel like to be normal and to not have any what ifs. To be able to see Jimin and not worry about maybe having to say goodbye to him forever out of fear that he might get killed or you might neglect him because of your mission. You wondered what it would be like to live a life where you could truly open your heart to someone without constantly waiting for it to be shattered. 

Finally, you just blurt it out.

“I met someone.”

Hoseok nods, but again doesn’t speak.

“We met in the woods, while you were away. He was lost, and I know that the right thing to do would have been to bail, but I just couldn’t.” You struggle to find the words to explain to him why you didn’t turn around and follow your instincts. You’ve been trained for this. There have been one too many times when you’ve had to turn around and leave someone behind, regardless of how much you wanted to stay and help. You’ve overridden that urge that makes people human. There was even an instance when you had to leave Hoseok behind. It ripped you apart, abandoning him when he was hurt. But he made you leave, and thankfully survived. If you could somehow leave Hoseok behind, you should be able to leave anyone else. And yet, with Jimin you couldn’t. If you could have re-done that whole situation again, you’re sure that you would still do the same thing. You would stay.

“I’m tired, Hobi,” you finally admit. “I’m tired of hiding away and not experiencing the things people my age have probably experienced a billion times already. I love you and I love spending time with you, but, I just wanted to know what it might feel like to have someone in my life who isn’t family and who I don’t live with.”

Hoseok is smiling, which confuses the hell out of you. This is not how you expected him to react. “What? What did I say?”

He shakes his head and pats the space beside him, prompting you to sit down. This time you do. “You look like you’re waiting for me to get angry,” he says. “I’m not, not even a little bit. You were bound to want more than the life you have at some point. I’m happy you met someone.”

 You struggle for words in your stupour. This is not the way you imagined things going. “You’re happy? Aren’t you worried?”

“I know you, Y/N. You have good instincts, so I trust you. I’ve been hoping this day would come for a while now. You deserve more of a life than this church can offer you. Get out there and make some mistakes. That’s life.”

 You raise your eyebrows. “Make some mistakes?”

He laughs. “I don’t mean blow our cover. I mean mistakes that any other average human being would make. People learn best from the dumb things they do. All I ask is that you be careful, alright?”

“Yeah, of course, I haven’t told him about any of this,” you gesture around the bunker, “Or about–”

“Not just that,” he interrupts, gently. “Be careful with your heart. No matter what, you need to put yourself first. If anything ever feels wrong, trust your gut. You’re smart, you’ll know what’s right or wrong. Don’t allow yourself to be pressured into anything you’re uncomfortable with, and don’t let yourself be treated in any way you don’t deserve.”

“Okay, I promise to be careful. But just so you know, Jimin isn’t like that. I can tell. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.”

Hoseok rests a hand on your arm gently. “At the end of the day, each and every one of us is capable of anything. All of us have secrets, and all of us have flaws. Just keep that in mind. But, you know, don’t forget to have fun. Be careful, but allow yourself to let go. You’ve more than earned it.”

You put your hand over his and give it a squeeze. “Thanks, Hobi.”

The conversation gives you a new sense of strength, and just for a second, you allow yourself to believe that maybe everything will work out.

Three days after your talk with Hoseok, you wait outside the building of your fake address, anxious to see Jimin. The conversation with Hoseok has made you even more excited to see him. The two of you had worked out a solution to you not owning a phone, so that if a meet up didn’t work out, you would see eachother the next day in the same place at the same time. Neither of you have ever had to flake on set plans, but it’s nice to have a backup nonetheless.

Jimin is late. He’s never late, which means that you always have to come much earlier so he doesn’t suspect that you don’t actually live here. The apartment you chose has a key code, which means that there’s no way he can actually come inside unless you let him in. Which also means that he’s less likely to find out that you don’t live here. To find out the code to let you in, you tagged behind someone who lives in the apartment and dug around in your bag as though searching for your keys, all the while watching them enter in the code before slipping inside. They were even kind enough to hold the door open for you to let you in. Some people are just too helpful for their own good. 

You scan the area, trying to spot Jimin’s familiar face, but he’s nowhere in sight. Ten minutes pass, fifteen, twenty, then thirty. You bob up and down on your feet, getting more and more restless by the second.

Eventually you have to accept that he’s not coming. You ignore the dejected feeling in your chest and remind yourself that sometimes life happens. You’ll see him tomorrow and everything will be fine.

You drive home and suppress the urge to drive back and keep waiting. Maybe he’ll come. Maybe he got held up, but planned on coming anyway, just in case you were still there. You don’t turn back. You have your own stuff to do anyway. You have to respect yourself enough to remember that before him, you did have a life. Maybe it wasn’t much of a life, but you still had one. You can’t just throw all of that away just for one person. You can’t constantly be waiting around and putting everything else on pause. That’s not healthy.

So you drive home and greet Hoseok, who you hadn’t seen in the morning before leaving since he was out tending the garden (you assume that’s where he was). He looks a bit surprised to see you back early, but doesn’t question it. The two of you are going to have to adjust to the idea of you seeing people. After so many years of it being just the two of you, this is totally new. Or at least to you it is. Sometimes you have to remind yourself that Hoseok has been around for much longer than you. Before this, he probably had friends and hobbies. He probably didn’t spend all of his time watching his back and watching yours for good measure. Every time you remember this, your heart swells both with sadness for the past life he gave up for you, but also swells with immense gratitude that you will never be able to properly express to him. You hope that after this he is able to live life the way he deserves. To surround himself with people who bring as much light to the world as he does, rather than have to extinguish that flame in the underground bunker day in and day out purely to keep you safe. The older you get – the more time that passes without enough progress – the more guilty you feel for holding him back. But you have to remind yourself that you’re not forcing him to stay, that he’s an adult capable of making his own decisions, and sticking around to help you kick butt was the one he made. You wouldn’t hold it against him for a second if he decided he wanted more than what this life has to offer.

“You busy?” You ask.

 He closes the book on selkies he was reading. “Nope, what’s up?”

“Is it okay if we train for a bit? I’m feeling a bit rusty.”

“Yeah, of course. Inside or outside?”


You both change into more comfortable clothing, grab a blindfold (which is really just a strip of black cloth from one of your old shirts) and head out of the bunker. You need to release some energy and get some training in since you’ve been missing out on it recently because of how much time you spend with Jimin.

There’s a slight chill in the air and you hug your arms around yourself to conserve heat, but you know that after a while of sparring you’ll be warm enough to forget about the cold.

You make way into the forest, to a spot just far enough from the road that if anyone is passing by they won’t hear anything and come looking. When you practice shooting, you go even further. The risk is small, but it’s easier to talk precautions than to try to explain what you’re doing to a complete stranger.

“You wanna do it blindfolded?” He gestures to the cloth in your hand. Every now and then you remain blindfolded while sparring Hoseok, in order to try to hear him before he comes at you. Sometimes it goes okay, but usually you end up on your ass and with ten new bruises on your body. But you keep doing it, because no matter how good you get, you will always be at a disadvantage if you’re up against a supernatural being. There’s only so much your human body can do, so you need to be able to predict your opponent’s moves before they’ve even finished thinking them through. You need to be one step ahead in a dance where you’re always three steps behind. The blindfold isn’t completely opaque, but it’s dark enough that it feels like it’s night time, and all figures are nothing more than silhouettes.

“Yeah, I’m a bit out of practice. Could you use your abilities today? Please?”

 He deliberates, silence hanging between you, before he finally concedes. “Alright. Tell me to stop the second it gets too much.” You nod and tie the blindfold around your eyes, plunging the world into darkness. You steel yourself for what’s to come, your nerves already in overdrive from anticipation. You would trust Hoseok with your life, but that doesn’t make experiencing his abilities any more pleasant.

“Do your worst,” you say, lifting your balled fists and shifting your feet so you’re ready to spring at him at any second. You listen carefully for footsteps padding over grass, the snap of a twig, a breath against your ear. It’s not enough to hear, it’s important to pinpoint where the noise is coming from and act.

There’s a light crunch behind you and you whip around, swinging but making no contact. Another sounds just nearby you, but again nothing. Sometimes Hoseok fools you and makes you think he’s somewhere where he isn’t, which is infuriating, but keeps you on your toes. The bad guys aren’t going to stop when you tell them to stop.

Something in your gut tells you he’s to your left, like that burning feeling you get when you know somebody is watching you, so you target a blow in that direction and strike Hoseok. Your body buzzes with adrenaline and you feel proud of yourself for being right about your hunch, but this is no time to get distracted, so you let your body react, punching and blocking while shuffling back and forth across the forest floor. He may have the advantage of sight, but you’re the better fighter so you’re faster, albeit slightly clumsy. Just when you think you might overpower him, he invades your mind and tears down your defenses. You fight him, remembering all the lessons from before, just barely managing to throw up walls before he crashes through them.

And then it stops.

A thud and a groan follow, and you promptly tear the blindfold off, squinting as your eyes adjust back to the light. Then you see red. Red everywhere. Your hands are covered in blood, Hoseok lying at your feet, his face deformed and wounded, hand pressed tightly against the spreading scarlet on his shirt.

“What the hell did you do to me?” he chokes out.

You completely forget about the training. “Hoseok, what–”

“You did this to me.” His face contorts in pain and you drop to your knees to pull his hand away, to assess the damage so you can help him, but he swats you away. "You did this.” he keeps saying.

“Hobi, no,” you say, heart pounding in your chest. “Please let me help you. You’re bleeding.”

He laughs, humourlessly. “So are they.”

You don’t want to turn around, but you do, and you suck in a sharp breath at the sight before you. Your mother and father lie lifeless on the cold ground, clothing drenched in their own blood. Almost the entirety of your father’s skin has been badly burned, but you’d recognize him anywhere. A sob lodges itself in your throat, but you can’t lose it or else you’ll never gather yourself again.

“Wh-what happened?” You crawl over to them and shake them desperately. Maybe this time they won’t leave you. Maybe this time you’ll have a chance to actually save them. Something twinges in the back of your mind that this isn’t right, something is off here, and you’re just about to grasp reality again when you hear another groan further away, and your body goes ice cold.

Jimin is drawing in painful, heavy breaths, but he’s still standing. Blood blooms across his green sweater and he looks at you with so much hatred it makes your insides curl. “You did this. You killed us all.”

You stumble over to him but he steps back, holding up a hand to prevent you from coming any closer. “Don’t come near me. You’re a liar. This entire time. A cold-blooded killer. I wish I’d never met you. None of this would be happening if not for you.” He takes another step back and falls over, wincing at the way his body hits the ground. You ignore his protests and crouch beside him, trying to push his sweater aside to prevent the bleeding, but he fights against you, repeating over and over that this is because of you, just like Hoseok had.

“You know,” Jimin begins, his voice strained, “It’s a shame the Alpha didn’t get you too. Would’ve spared us all. He should have gotten your parents and you.”

The words cut deep in a place you never knew you could ache before. Your entire body begins to tremble, but you’re not sure from what. Fear, maybe. Anger. If he were anyone else, they would be dead within a heartbeat for saying something like that, but instead you pull off your top and press it against the wound. Blood quickly stains the cloth and you know there’s not much longer left for him. You scream for help, praying that for once there might be somebody nearby with a phone to call an ambulance. You scream and scream while Jimin laughs, his face growing paler by the second.

“You couldn’t save your parents, what makes you think you could save me?”

“I won’t let you die. I won’t let anyone else die because of me,” you say, your body trembling even more now.

And then he’s gone. They’re all gone and you’re on your knees, hands completely clean, hovering in the air where they were touching Jimin just seconds ago. Reality always takes time to come back to you, but this time you lost yourself more than you usually do, and so the divide between truth and illusion doesn’t come back as fast as it should. Jimin was right here, dying in front of you, and he wanted nothing to do with you. None of them did.

“Y/N,” Hoseok rushes to your side and you startle, staring at him. He’s unwounded, safe. Alive. “Y/N, I’m here. I got you.”

It takes you a second to realize that everything was part of the hallucination, that nothing that just transpired was real. The relief hits you like a freight train, but another feeling gnaws at your stomach because you can’t help but wonder if maybe there was some truth to your nightmare.

“Why did you stop?”

Hoseok is looking at you with so much concern and you don’t understand why. Eventually you would have figured out what was going on and the practice could have continued. Your body hadn’t reached its maximum limit, not even by a little bit. But Hoseok doesn’t answer, instead pulls you to him and holds you so gently like you might shatter from the slightest amount of pressure. It’s only then that you realize you’re crying. He keeps you safely enclosed in his arms, only letting go when your body cools down and starts shivering from the cold.

“Come on,” he says, lifting you up slowly and guiding you back to the church. He keeps a hand against your back the entire way, and you’re sure that if it weren’t there, you would probably fall apart.

 Once indoors, you get in the shower and turn the heat up high so its almost scalding. You scrub at yourself vigorously, trying to erase the memory clinging to your skin of what had happened. Or didn’t happen. Your skin is rubbed red and raw when you emerge, but it still doesn’t feel like enough. There might not be any blood on your hands, but you can still feel it, coating your skin like the remorse festering in your heart.

Hoseok holds out a cup of chamomile tea once you get out and you accept it gratefully.

“How are you feeling?” He asks.

You shrug, sitting down on the floor, back against the wall.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Hoseok drops his gaze in shame. “I should have said no-”

“Hobi, stop,” you intercede. “I asked. It’s okay. We both knew it wouldn’t end well. I don’t know what happened out there, usually I’m in more control than that. It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I’m sorry if you felt pressured into something you didn’t want to do, though. I know you don’t like using your abilities, I’m sorry you had to do that." 

"I’ll dial it back next time.” You know even that was tame for what he can do, but you don’t say anything. “Do you want to talk about what you saw?”

You set the tea down on the floor and take a deep breath, closing your eyes. The last thing you want to do is think about what you saw, but talking it out does help sometimes. Sometimes you just need to be alone to grieve. Usually you try talking it out, something Hoseok has encouraged you many times to do so whatever is bothering you doesn’t keep chipping away at you so there’s more to work through than there needs to be.

 "The usual. But it was different this time. Jimin was there too.“ Your cheeks heat up admitting this and you’re not quite ready to ponder over the depth of what it means that he was there too. "There was blood, everywhere. I think-I think I did it. I don’t know. You all kept saying I did. That it was my fault.” Emotion swells in your throat again and you clear it forcefully, unwilling to cry yet again. Crying is good, but you don’t like the gross, puffy feeling that comes afterward that lingers for hours on end. “Maybe you were right, to an extent. Or at least, Jimin was right. He called me a liar. He called me lots of things, actually. And deny it as much as I want, I am lying to him, every single day. What if one of these days he finds out? Or what if one of my lies catches up to me and hurts him? What then?”

Hoseok sits down in front of you and takes your hands. Somehow, Hoseok still has a response to put you at ease, just like always. “You can never predict who is going to get hurt in this world, so you just… Have to trust yourself. Let yourself live a little. Sometimes… Sometimes people are worth the risk. Even if he finds out some day, who’s to say he won’t understand?” He reaches out and lifts your chin so you look at him. His warm smile makes some of the worry you feel subside, and this time you feel yourself getting emotional for another reason.

“People will surprise you. If he cares enough about you, he’ll be willing to look deeper, past the things you’ve done. If he can’t do that, then he’ll be losing someone absolutely incredible, and that’s the greater misfortune in this case,” he says.

“I’m so scared,” you whisper, averting your gaze to your lap. “Sometimes I wonder if this is all worth it. I’m always so scared that one day I’m going to lose you or Jimin, just because of this mission. My parents aren’t coming back. They’re dead and staying dead, even if we succeed. But when I think about giving up it just… They deserve vengeance. I can’t let them go like that. Not when we’ve both risked so much and tried so hard.”

Hoseok rubs his thumb in circles over the back of your palm, a gesture that somehow helps ground you. “I’m not going anywhere, and there’s no need to ever worry about me, alright? If anything ever happened, I would be fine. If you want to continue fighting, we’ll fight. If you want to let this mission go, we’ll let it go. And in terms of Jimin, you’re doing what you can to protect him. If you think it’s right to let him go, then do what you have to do. But don’t let him go because you’re afraid. Only do what you think is the smart move. If… If you feel the need to tell him about everything that we’re doing and what we are, then I won’t hold it against you.”

 This really surprises you. “You’d be okay with that?”

“If you thought that was a necessary choice to make, then yes. Of course.”

“You know you’re the best, right?”

He shrugs nonchalantly. “I try. Now, come on, let’s turn that frown upside down. Get in your PJs and we’ll watch whatever movie you want. I’ll make popcorn.”

You end up watching a depressing romance movie, which has you sobbing by the end, and you’re sure you catch Hoseok trying to discreetly wipe away a tear at some point. It feels good to have a release like that, even though you’re just crying over a movie. 

Neither of you has the energy to move off the couch after the movie, so you lie your head down on Hoseok’s lap, and the two of you talk for a while until your responses become slower and eventually you’re both in dreamland. You doze restlessly (as one does when they’re sleeping on somebody else) and after a couple hours force yourself to get up and get in bed. Hoseok opens his eyes, looking at you groggily before passing out once more.

You don’t dream, thankfully, because you’re sure if you had they would probably be nightmares. When you wake up, the guilt hits you again like a shit ton of bricks. You pull your pillow over your head, pressing it tightly against you, hoping that maybe you could squeeze it out of your body, even though the thought is completely ridiculous. You try to go back to sleep so that maybe you won’t have to think about it, but once you’re up, you’re up. So you haul yourself out of bed and eat breakfast, talk to Hoseok, and do everything you normally would do. You refuse to just hole up and let your feelings rot and stink up your head. You have to keep yourself busy.

Hoseok suggests going for a walk, and you almost can’t get your shoes on fast enough. You know you’re supposed to meet with Jimin today since he wasn’t able to make it the day before and any other day you would be out the door, leaving a trail of fire behind you from excitement. But today is different. You knew since yesterday that you wouldn’t be going. Which makes you feel worse, but you need time to yourself. Reality is beginning to catch up to you and run as you might it’s going to gain on you eventually and force you to make a choice. Do you accept the risks of keeping Jimin in your life, or do you walk away now before either of you gets too attached? The thought of having to cut him off hurts. He’s the first friend you’ve ever had and you honestly feel like the luckiest person in the world to have the privilege of knowing him. 

A part of you hopes that whatever kept Jimin busy yesterday keeps him busy today too so he doesn’t end up waiting for you, only for you not to show up. Hoseok falls into step beside you. The autumn air has a bite to it, but you’re glad because it keeps you alert and ready for anything. It also calms your mind and you can stop thinking, just for a little bit. Neither of you really has a destination in mind, which is fine. You probably won’t end up going very far since you’re on foot and you don’t want to completely abandon everything. You just need a temporary escape to get your head on straight. Eventually you have to face the music and tackle reality, but for now you focus on the chill in the air, the damp grass under your feet, and Hoseok’s familiar stride beside you.

“Has this place changed much since the first time we came here?” You suddenly ask him.

Hoseok looks around and you wonder what he sees. You can’t remember much of the journey to the church since you were so young. The days had blended together in a haze of grief and foreign sights – places that extended far past the boundary around your home that your parents laid out for you. You wonder what the experience had been like for him and whether it’s tainted by the same things, or if he saw it as the beginning of something new and exciting.

Sometimes you think that you adopted the same precautions your parents did; after all, you established boundaries for yourself. Boundaries around the church and boundaries around your heart that nobody could slip through. Well, until Jimin.

“Everything changes,” Hoseok says. “That’s just a part of life. But the forest has always felt the same. Every now and then I’m reminded of when I found you. Especially around this time of year. ” He looks at you. “We’ve changed. For the better, mostly. I’m proud of you, you know. Even after everything you’ve been through, you became the strongest, bravest, kindest person I know.”

“Thanks, Hobi,” you say, nudging him a little. “Would you ever re-do it all? You had a life before this and then all of a sudden you had this kid to take care of. Do you ever regret it?”

He shakes his head. “Never. If I had to re-do my decision, I would choose the same path again. I will never regret you.”

While you’re on the subject, you ask a question that you almost steer clear of. There’s almost an unspoken rule that the subject is to never be brought up. The moment feels right, so you take the risk, even though you know chances are he’ll avoid answering and switch to another subject. “Do you ever think about your family?”  

“You are my family.”


He hesitates and for a second you think he’s going to end the conversation there. It’s rare for Hoseok to open up fully about his family, so when he does, you treasure the moments deeply. He’s open about pretty much everything in life, apart from what happened in his past. All you know is that his family is dead, but he never gets into the details. There’s so much you don’t know about him, about the Dark Court he fled and why he fled. Whenever you try to broach the topic with him, he shuts it down in two seconds flat. So you proceed with caution. You want to know more about him, to understand him better, but you know that if you say the wrong thing, the moment will be over. He won’t open up like this again for a long time.

“No, I try not to.”

“Do you miss them?”



 "After the things they did… I don’t know how I could.”

You chew on your lip, facing forward, not daring to look at him. If you do, he might get uncomfortable and stop talking. You’re not only glad that he’s opening up to you, but you’re also glad that he’s finally, maybe, going to talk about it. It’s not hard to tell that he has tried to bury dark secrets, and you know how that can feel. You know how secrets can eat you alive if you don’t talk about them.

 "What happened?“ You prompt him carefully.

You glance over at him, briefly to check his expression, and see something in his eyes shift, the way people get when they’re transported to another time, not quite seeing what’s in front of them.

"I fell in love with a boy from the Summer Court. We kept our relationship a secret, because we knew that if anybody found out, all hell would break loose. The Dark Court only has enemies, never allies. They are always ready for war. The fuse is ready, somebody just needs to give them an excuse to light it. But the Summer Court will do anything to avoid war. I was one of the Queen’s personal guards and he was the heir to the Summer King’s throne. It would be the ultimate betrayal.

"I wanted out of the Dark Court, but there was no way I could do it alone. We both knew we had to involve as few people as possible and keep things quiet since it was such a huge risk. And honestly, I would have taken all the risks just to be with him. He was worth that. But I made the mistake of turning to my family for help. They turned us in, he was killed along with the rest of them, and so the war between the Summer and Dark Court began.”

"Hoseok, I’m so sorry,” you say. “I can’t believe they would do something so horrible to you.”

He lets out a deep sigh, as though he were finally letting out all the air he’d been holding inside himself for years. “They thought they were doing the right thing. It’s awful, but that’s the way Dark fey think. Things work differently for us. For them. There is no such thing as mercy, which makes them very dangerous. If you ever come across Dark fey, promise me you’ll run like hell. Don’t fight, don’t try to reason with them. Run as fast as you can and don’t look back.”

“I will.” Hoseok taught you many years ago what Dark fey look like, assuring you that if you ever saw one, you’d know it was Dark fey without a shadow of a doubt. Dark fey’s appearance takes on the form of everything they believe in. Nightmares, darkness, death. Their exterior is disfigured and everything on the inside, everything they stand for, mirrors the outside. You once asked Hoseok why he doesn’t look like Dark fey. If he hadn’t told you, you would’ve never known what he was. He told you he made a deal with the Summer King, who would rid Hoseok of his physical atrocities in exchange for information about the Dark Court that might help with the war. Now that you know more of the story, you look at Hoseok in a new light. To go to the Summer Court was a big risk and they could have easily turned him away. You now understand the pained expression he had when he told you all of this years ago. Though you want to tell him that none of this is his fault, that had his family not done what they did this would never have happened, you think it wouldn’t help, so you leave it. You just hope that in the future if he needs to talk, he knows that you’re ready to listen.

As you walk further, you think over his story, trying to find the silver lining. Something about it gives you hope. If a Summer and a Dark faerie could somehow manage to overcome their differences and love one another wholeheartedly, what’s to say Jimin couldn’t accept you? Sure, he comes from the human world where supernatural things aren’t exactly 'normal’, but hopefully he would be able to see it in himself to try and see things from your point of view. Purely in a platonic sense, of course. If things ever come to that.

As you walk, Hoseok tells you a bit more about the Dark Court, about the wonderful things he learned about the Summer Court, about the boy he had fallen in love with. You wish you could have seen Hoseok back then. Seen the happiness that must have lit up his face when he was with the boy. You want to close the subject on a good note, ending with happy memories rather than sad ones, so you ask him what it felt like to be in love. 

 A tiny smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he undoubtedly recalls fond memories from the past. Bingo. “It felt like light had been restored to the world. His laughter could make flowers bloom and his smile… I lived for that smile. I would have given anything just for him to be happy every day of his life. He made me want to be a better person. Somehow he saw through all the darkness and all the horrors that made me who I was. He helped me see myself for who I could be.

"Anything that happened, he would be the first person I wanted to tell. I wanted to share my life with him. Every detail of it. Every time I looked at him, my heart felt like it might burst from all the love it was carrying. He changed my life and I’ll never forget him. You never forget your first love.” Hoseok’s glazed over eyes seem to clear and you can tell he’s coming back to reality. “He taught me a lot of important lessons and he taught me that not everybody always needs to have an ulterior motive when doing something. People should be willing to lend a hand in exchange for nothing, to help without being owed anything in return. He was that kind of person. He gave so much of himself to the world, and he had so much more to give–”

He breaks off, going completely still. “Did you hear that?”

You frown. “No, what?”

His eyes flick around the forest and you both strain to hear whatever he just heard. You don’t say anything in case there is someone out there and it draws attention to you. Of course, neither of you is doing anything wrong, but you can never really tell who your friends and who your enemies are. There could either be an innocent hiker out there, or somebody you’ve upset along the way with your mission. But the silence stretches on and you’re beginning to think that maybe Hoseok heard a bird or something.

Then everything explodes in a sea of sound. Gunshots split the air and Hoseok is yelling at you to run. You draw the gun out from your pocket, shooting without aiming in any particular direction. You can’t see who is shooting, which puts you at a severe disadvantage.

 A bullet grazes your leg and you nearly trip over, but you manage to catch yourself just in time. Hoseok shouts your name and you spin around to face him. You didn’t realize how far he was. “Behind you!”

You don’t have time to react, to so much as see your captor before everything goes black.

Auston Matthews - Marry Me

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What better way to kick off a Monday than with a Matts imagine?!

Request from @bbymatts :  Hey can you do an Auston Matthews imagine where he sets up this really sweet date and at the end he proposes and it’s just super cute and lots of fluff?!! Thank you! ❤️

“Matts stop worrying,” Willy called out. “She’s going to love this!”

Auston nodded trying to shake his nerves, “maybe it’s too much.”

“Oooh no big man, you’re not backing out now,” Mitch replied.

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Jujube Jones || Jughead Jones

Prompt: 42 with jughead jones the third please

42.) “Stop being so cute.”

A/N: This is probably not what you had in mind when you submitted the “Stop being so cute” prompt, but I hope this super long and fluffy fic makes up for it! 

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If someone told you four years ago that when you turned sixteen you would be five months pregnant with your best friend’s baby you would’ve laughed in their faces. Young you probably would’ve made a judgmental remark saying that you weren’t like “those River Vixens” and that although you loved Jughead, you and he could never be more than best friends.

Well, one night changed that.

It was a typical movie night for the two of you. Watching the classics, eating popcorn. You didn’t know who initiated it. You didn’t know who kissed who first. The next thing you knew was that the two of you had made your way upstairs to your bed and that clothes were coming off. You knew that this wasn’t right. The two of you were best friends. You couldn’t do this.

But how could something so wrong feel so right?

The both of you agreed it was a mistake immediately afterwards. Agreed to never talk about it again. Agreed that as far as the two of you were concerned, it never happened. It hurt you. You thought that you and Jughead had something there. A connection. But you couldn’t tell him how you really felt. You couldn’t hurt the relationship more than the two of you already had. Jughead felt the same way, although he never voiced his true thoughts either. He was Jughead after all. The friendship was more than a little awkward after that but the two of you managed. For a few weeks at least. Around six weeks after the two of you had sex, you started feeling fatigue. You got violently ill almost everyday. You thought it was just a stomach bug until you missed your period.

You immediately told Betty and Veronica about your suspicions. They told you that you needed to take a pregnancy test as soon as possible. While Betty stayed with you and tried to calm you down, Veronica was kind enough to go to the convenience store and buy the test for you. She said that she had been in your place before and that it was probably just a scare, like hers.

She was wrong.

As you stared numbly as the positive pregnancy test, you knew that your life was forever changed. You already made your decision about what you wanted to do. The next step was to tell Jughead and your parents.

Betty told Jughead. From what he told you later, it had just slipped out. She didn’t have any malicious intentions. You knew she didn’t, but it didn’t stop you from being angry with her for a good month or so. He had come over to your house the day after you took the test, tears in his eyes. Immediately you saw he was terrified of being a dad. The situation about what happened to his mother and sister and having a deadbeat dad involved with the Southside Serpents didn’t help either. Jughead vowed that he would never leave you to do this on your own and promised to help in any way he could. When you told your parents, they were furious. Without another word, they kicked you out. Now you and Jughead were both homeless, expecting a baby in approximately seven months.

Fred Andrews came to the rescue. He had found out from Archie that the two of you were homeless and found a little two-bedroom trailer near the edge of his construction site and got to work on fixing it up. He even offered Jughead a job, which Jughead accepted immediately, giving him work after school and on the weekends. In the meantime, Hermione Lodge had found out about your situation from Veronica. She swooped in, scheduling all your doctor’s appointments for you and paying for all of them (“It takes a village to raise a child, Y/N.”) She even convinced Pop to give you an after-school and weekend job after the baby was born. But most surprisingly of all, it was the Coopers, specifically Alice Cooper, the Alice Cooper, that offered to babysit for free when you and Jughead were at school. Why? You didn’t know. But you had a feeling it had something to do with making up for lost time with Polly in her youth.

Since the trailer Fred fixed up had two bedrooms, and one of them was being used for the baby, this made your and Jughead’s relationship complicated. In the beginning, the two of you agreed to sleep together, but not together. You weren’t a couple. You had also originally agreed to platonically co-parent when the baby arrived, wanting to stay as friendly with each other as you could. You weren’t going to repeat Jughead’s parents’ mistakes.

As time progressed, you began to fall more and more in love with Jughead. You knew it was a dangerous path you walked on, knowing that he didn’t like you back. As your due date got closer, the two of you started fighting more. It wasn’t like the two of you were angry at each other, but you were stressed and you just happened to be taking it out on each other. After one particularly bad screaming match, you had started crying uncontrollably, the stress becoming too much to handle. To your surprise, Jughead began to cry too, apologizing to you over and over again even though it wasn’t his fault. Whether it was the hormones or whatever, you had kissed him impulsively. He had kissed you back and the next thing you knew, you were on your bed.

So much for platonically sleeping together.

Afterwards, rather than lying again and saying the sex (again) was a mistake, you decided to be bold and told Jughead you loved him. After Jughead was silent for what seemed like an eternity, he said that he loved you too. That he had since he was a kid. More tears followed and you never screamed at each other again.

Forget the platonically sleeping together, so much for platonically co-parenting.

Jujube Forsythia Jones, named after your and Jughead’s favorite candy and Jellybean Jones’s real name (“For God’s sake, we don’t even know if it’s a girl, Jughead! And if it is, we’re not naming her Jujube Jellybean Jones! One candy is enough! Just use Forsythia!”) was born on a unusually cold and rainy spring day. Jujube’s (nicknamed Julia by you and everyone else except Jughead) birth was pretty uneventful which you were thankful for. Everything was relatively calm (thank whoever was up there for the epidural) and everyone didn’t panic (the exception being Jughead). When Julia was laid in Jughead’s arms for the first time, you saw the wall that he had built up over the years come crumbling down. He immediately adored her. Julia was his everything. When she cried, Jughead was immediately up and ready to attend to her every whim. She was a daddy’s girl. She was also the spitting image of him, with his hair and smile. But she had your eyes, making her a beautiful mix of the two of you. Everywhere she went, people melted. Even Cheryl liked her. (“I guess you’ll make a good River Vixen someday.”) You had never seen Jughead look so horrified at such a prospect before in your life.

You sighed as you remembered all the craziness that had went down in the last three years. You looked over from behind the counter at Julia who was in a booth, drawing with some old crayons and printer paper from Sheriff Keller’s office. Julia was an unusually well-behaved toddler. You had been waiting for the terrible twos to hit but at 2 ½, she was still relatively relaxed. That meant you were waiting for the hell that would come from the fearsome fours. Despite this, when you were working, you always made sure to check on her to make sure she wasn’t causing mischief. She never was. All she did was draw. Although it was just scribbles now, you knew she would be a great artist one day.

The bell tinkling of the front door brought you out of your daydream and you looked up, smiling at the person who walked through it.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Jughead said, closing the distance between you and giving you a quick kiss, the counter the only thing between the two of you. “Got held up at work.”

Hearing her father’s voice, Julia looked up and beamed.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed

Jughead’s smile widened when he saw his daughter.

“Hey, Juju,” he kneeling down to pick up the little girl, holding her tightly against him as she rested her head on his shoulder. He pretended the toddler was heavy, and groaned, acting as if she was nearly impossible to lift.

“You’re getting too big for me to carry, Jujube.” he said, standing up, Julia’s head still resting on his shoulder.

Julia lifted her head, her little black pigtails bouncing, and looked at her father.

“I’m not getting bigger! Aunt Betty said I’m getting cuter.” she proclaimed.

Jughead snorted.

“Yeah, well, stop being so cute. It’s not healthy.” he said, touching his nose to hers, giving her a little eskimo kiss.

Julia giggled and Jughead turned his attention back to you.

“You ready to go?” he asked, putting down the little girl.

You nodded as you took off your apron, looking up at the clock. It was 6 pm, the end of your shift.

“Yeah.” you said as you waved your goodbyes to Hermione and Pop, joining Jujube and Jughead as the three of you walked out the door, you and Jughead holding on to Julia’s little hands.

Your little family.


A/N: That was my all-time favorite fic to write. I hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :) Let me know what you thought!


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nct dream reaction: as your secret admirer

It wasn’t a surprise to them when you pulled a flower from your locker, a small handwritten note attached with a cheesy line that formed a gentle smile on your features. In fact, it was almost everyday that you would open your locker to find a small gift with a heart felt note to accompany. It seemed everywhere you turned there was something waiting for you, something cute and meaningful that left you in a fluffy mess. “Who do you think it is?” You would ask him, only to receive a shrug in response, already knowing the answer. “I don’t know… Do you like it though?”


He wasn’t quite sure why this was the route he decided to take. Though you two were already friends, he wanted a way of showing you that you meant so much more. But with the constant fear of rejection, he did it in a form that was much less obvious. He knew what you liked, and never got the same thing twice; always wanting to shower you in surprises. He knew it was risky, in fact, he was almost sure you might have already caught on.

“You know, this handwriting looks really familiar.”

Despite the vague assumptions you would make, he continued to play dumb. “It looks pretty average to me.” He wasn’t ready to slip up yet, and probably not for a long time. Spending all his pocket money didn’t seem so wasteful when the outcome was seeing your shining smile, even through the small storms of life.

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It was a struggle, every time he stood in the market or the florist, trying to decide on whether he should pull your favorite flower or buy a new kind of treat. You two weren’t friends, just acquaintances. He had already known he liked you before, but he really decided to start pulling the crazy stunt of being a secret admirer after a small project you two had been partnered with in class. At first, he just did it to see your reaction, worried that it might have been too much when he noticed your friends teasing about it. But he came to realize that you actually liked the gifts.

“It was the cutest thing ever. I wonder how they knew my favorite flower?”

Ah yes, this is what spiked his interest in treating you to even more. With the little money he had, he would always buy a small item before school, slipping into your bag or locker along with a note during breaks where you couldn’t catch him. He wasn’t quite ready to admit it was him, even when he got a little upset of you assuming it was someone else. “Maybe it was just a lucky guess.”

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He wasn’t so worried that you wouldn’t like the gifts, or that the notes were too cheesy, or even if he was found out. The only thing he was worried about was if he was going further than he anticipated. He remembered a time where your friends wouldn’t stop teasing you about the gifts, and seeing you get embarrassed and flustered almost made him feel bad. He was glad to know that, despite the fake insults you threw with the pressure from your friends, you genuinely did like the small gestures.

“I don’t know who you are, but this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

He recalled the time you had apologized to no one in particular about the harsh words you had said, not realizing the boy was around to hear it. So instead of backing down in spite of rejection, he just passed off the gifts a bit more secretly, so you wouldn’t have to deal with the silly judgment of your friends (and so he could see the smile you embraced when you were alone).

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He was a nervous wreck every time he thought you were coming close to finding out it was him. Though he teased you to no end about the cute little gestures of this “mysterious person,” it was really just mocking himself in the end. Sometimes he’d fret on what to get you, or that his notes were written too obviously, but in the end it always seemed to make you happy. Sometimes he felt bad though, that he teased you too much about the gifts and notes and how you actually thought they were cute.

“Can’t you be nice for one second? You obviously don’t have the sincerity to do such a thing yourself.”

Funny to think that he actually does, and technically you’re defending him. It was refreshing, because he knew you liked the gifts. It was risky, because he didn’t want you to find out. And it was hard work, mocking himself but also making you feel bad for someone whom you don’t necessarily know. “Geez, sorry. I guess if you’re happy, I am too.”

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One of those ‘it’s-not-stalking-just-admiring-from-afar’ kind of deals. He knew more about you than one may have thought, nothing strange, but just general facts. He’d leave a flower with its meaning and why he chose it, or a snack with a cheesy pick-up line to bring up your spirit. He knew when you were sad, when you were happy, and what to do on those specific occasions. At first he didn’t think it would work, trying to make you a little happier during a rough time by sending gifts, but it seemed to help a bunch.. even if it was just a note with a piece of loving encouragement.

“Maybe it’s not so bad when you have someone looking out for you every step of the way.”

Some people found it weird that you had someone watching your back, but you couldn’t care less, and he loved that. Seeing you ignore the comments you’d receive about his actions, and just generally appreciating them, is what kept them coming. “I’ll always be here for you, don’t worry about a thing.” Maybe someday he would be with you physically as well, just maybe.

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For a loud mouth, he was pretty good at keeping his small gestures hidden. Though there were times where he was little too loud when you’d find the little gifts and notes in your bag or on your desk, in which he ended up running away before you could see who it was that was squealing in the distance. Because of his young age, he didn’t really have the pocket money to buy you much, so gifts were always extra special and the notes were filled with silly jokes and rambling nonsense. Yet at the end of the day, you couldn’t ask for anything better.

“These notes never really make a lot of sense, but they’re still cute. You’re just mad you don’t have any.”

He knew your friends liked to tease you about the occurrences, and he was initially going to give up… but after seeing you defend his actions, he was even more motivated. “I could write a whole essay of nonsense, and they’d still love it?” His assumptions may have been a little far off, but he was ready to walk to the edge of the world for your appreciation.

Originally posted by icetaeil


This kid is quite awkward, so actually approaching you was out of the question. In fact, he went as far as to force his friends to pass on the gifts, even if it was just setting things on your desk or slipping things into your locker. He was not willing to risk being caught. His gifts were usually handmade, occasionally a snack or plush doll was slipped into the mix, but he didn’t have much money. At first, he thought it was dumb to make crafts instead of buying a gift, but after seeing your cute reaction to them, he became less insecure about the habit.

“All this time and effort put into making something just for me? Awe man, how am I even worth it?”

Despite knowing your adoration to his actions, he was kind of upset watching you find them, knowing that you didn’t know who it was. “You’re worth more to me than you think.” From then on, maybe being caught wasn’t such a bad idea, if it meant you’d probably adore him as much as you adore his gestures. 

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anonymous asked:

rfa boys + v + saeran with MC as brand new parents. Like, we're talking baby time with middle of the night feedings and diaper changes, and crying and not sleeping and the exhaustion that comes with being a new parents, but also a cute moment here and there as well.

Awww anonny you’re hitting me with the feels! I could write tons of pages about the Mystic Messenger characters being parents so these turned out to be longer and fluffy! I based the children’s sex on my last post about these peeps being parents and I also added Jaehee just because I didn’t want her to be left out so hopefully that’s okay! I kind of want to give the children names and personalities now because I’ve become so attached to this idea thanks to you and the other anon’s parent request! I absolutely loved writing this request so I really hope that you enjoy!! :)


  • Yoosung is surprisingly really helpful when it comes to dealing with your newborn son
  • He understands how exhausted you are from the day and usually takes the night shifts when taking care of your son
  • Yoosung already stays up late to play LOLOL and has even started to set up a schedule as to when to check on his son while also killing some monsters
  • The times whenever Yoosung is actually asleep and hears your son crying, he always gets right out of bed to care for him
  • Your son sometimes has problems properly latching onto the bottle when it’s feeding time so Yoosung gives him little encouragements to help him
  • “Come on little guy, you have to drink your milk! How else will you grow big and strong enough to help daddy slay the monsters in LOLOL? Hey, that’s it! You’re doing it! I’m so proud of my little man!”
  • There have been nights where Yoosung is just exhausted from work and just wants to sleep but when he hears his son’s crying, he’ll attend to him no matter what the problem is… unless it’s diaper changing then he may call you for some assistance
  • One of Yoosung’s favorite things in the world is showing your son picture books of animals and seeing his reaction to each one, slowly but surely teaching his son the wonders of being a Vet
  • Yoosung is honestly Super Dad and is extremely attentive to his son’s needs because he’d do absolutely anything for his son


  • Zen definitely tried his best whenever it came to dealing with your son at night, he just wasn’t always the best
  • He’d come home tired from rehearsals and as the two of you were about to fall asleep, your son would start crying
  • With a deep sigh, Zen would roll out of bed and tend to his son’s needs
  • Your son was like his father for more than just his looks, he was extremely vocal like Zen
  • Zen would wince sometimes at just how loud his son would cry but he found that his own voice would usually soothe the little one
  • “Listen son, I’m really proud of you for working on that singing voice so early on in life but mommy and I are tired. How about you listen to your old man sing a little bit and then you go back to sleep alright?”
  • When it came to night feeding and diaper changing, Zen would typically have to turn to you for help because he would usually make the bottle too warm and could not change a diaper to save his life
  • But when your son wasn’t crying his little lungs out, one of Zen’s favorite things is to put his son on his bare chest, taking ahold of his son’s tiny arms and moving them in random patterns and singing to him while lightly kissing his forehead
  • Zen definitely has room to improve with his parenting, something he understands and accepts, but one thing that he’s mastered is to always love and care for his son


  • Jaehee already has experience taking care of the other RFA members, who’re basically kids, so she ends up being a super great mom
  • She sees how exhausted you are so Jaehee’s more than willing to take care of her daughter at nighttime
  • Your daughter isn’t a very loud crier but Jaehee can always tells when she’s in distress
  • Jaehee’s a pro at diaper changing and heating up the bottles since she had lots of experience with heating up her coffee
  • But there are times when both you and Jaehee are tired but your daughter is crying her little heart out but of course Jaehee will attend to her, she just may be a little bit cranky in the morning
  • When your daughter refuses to fall back asleep, Jaehee likes to read her stories from a fairytale book, even acting out all of the parts which earns a few giggles from her tiny daughter
  • “This is what I want you to learn my daughter, don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do anything. You’re going to grow up to be such a strong and beautiful girl and me and your mother want you to be happy. We’ll make sure to always encourage you to follow your dreams.”
  • You notice your daughter starting to fall asleep only when she’s cradled in Jaehee’s arms, making Jaehee give you a shy smile
  • Jaehee is an amazing mom, no one would argue that, and her daughter grows up knowing just how much her two mothers love her


  • Jumin wanted nothing more than for his daughter to grow up in a healthy, loving environment
  • To do this, Jumin wanted to spend as much time with her as possible, so since he worked during the day he usually would spend all night with her
  • But when your daughter would cry, Jumin would panic never knowing what she needed
  • Jumin was terrible at changing diapers, he could ever get the bottle temperature right, and it seemed like every time he’d try to pick his daughter up, her cries would turn into wailing
  • He was about to give up hope of being a good dad but you kept encouraging Jumin, telling him to just keep spending more time with his daughter then she’d start warming up to him
  • One night when you and Jumin were sleeping, the two of you heard your daughter crying yet again and just as Jumin was about to call a nanny, you convinced him to go to her
  • He was reluctant but did so, carefully picking up his daughter to try and get her to calm down
  • When her crying turned louder, not that Jumin was surprised, he tried something new and started to rock his daughter back and forth while singing a lullaby in his deep voice
  • “Do like my singing my little girl? Hmm your mother says the same thing but I don’t think it’s that great. But I’m glad that you like it, I’ll sing anything for you my precious girl.”
  • His daughter eventually fell asleep in his arms, making Jumin almost cry on the spot as he cuddled her closer in his arms
  • Jumin may not be the most experienced dad, but after that moment he knew that he would give his daughter all of the love he could because, besides you, she was his favorite person in the world


  • Seven would always joke around about being the best dad ever but he honestly was starting to become one
  • His sleep schedule is the worst so he’d always be ready to go to your son when he started crying
  • By some miracle, your son didn’t become a crying mess all that often, making both you and Seven extremely relieved
  • It took Seven a while to get the hang of changing diapers and getting the bottle ready, let’s just say there were lots of times when you had to help clean up the mess Seven made
  • But Seven would always let you sleep when your son cried at night because he cherished his time with his little boy
  • When the little Choi was being extra fussy and wouldn’t stop crying, Seven would lift him up and spin around in slow circles, telling his tiny son crazy made up stories
  • The smile his son would show made Seven’s heart melt, he finally had a family to call his own
  • “You know little guy, I never knew what it was like to have loving parents. But you’re never going to feel that way because me and your mom are going to love you for forever! And maybe someday if you’re extra good, I’ll take you to space with me!”
  • Your son always seemed to calm down whenever Seven was with him, realizing that your husband made a father-son bond that would never be broken
  • Seven would always spend as much time as possible with you and his son, making sure that his son would grow up in a family that was filled with lots of love


  • V already had a feeling that life was going to get a bit… messier when your twins had come into this world
  • He always had an immense amount of guilt for not getting the eye surgery sooner so that he could see his children
  • So V figured that taking care of your fussy twins at night would at least start to show how sorry he was
  • The twins weren’t easy to deal with, your son would try and crawl out of the crib and slobber on anything he could get his hands on while your daughter was a crying machine and would flail around whenever anyone would try and pick her up
  • V definitely had his work cut out for him
  • He was a terrible diaper changer and he usually ended up dropping the bottles of milk on the floor before even heating them up since it was still dark outside, not helping with his poor vision
  • But as time went on, V started getting more and more confident as well as helpful with his twins
  • He loved having them sit on his lap while he watched their eyes widen in wonder as V showed them his scrapbooks of photos
  • Granted, he had to be careful of his son’s drool and his daughter’s tears when handling the photos
  • “You two sure seem to like this photo a lot and I’m not surprised. Uncle Jumin took this one of mommy and me in the garden. I really love this photo, even though it’s pretty blurry, we still need to teach Uncle Jumin how to take photos when you two get older. I’ll have him take a photo of all four of us together when you both are bigger okay?”
  • Now every time V’s with the twins, they immediately start to crawl onto his lap waiting for a new scrapbook to be presented to them
  • V had become an amazing father to his twins, not that it surprised you, and when they did get old enough, V received the eye surgery to finally fully see his beautiful family


  • Saeran was absolutely terrified about being a father and having a child to look after
  • In fact, Saeran was practically afraid of his son, he saw his own vulnerable self within his son, making Saeran think of his own awful childhood and wanting nothing to do with the little boy
  • You would usually end up taking care of your son day and night since Saeran would get flashbacks of his childhood and nearly had a panic attack once
  • But one night when you were feeling extremely sick and resting, Saeran heard his son crying from the room next door
  • Saeran cautiously went to his son’s room and yet again, panicked when seeing his son crying, reminding him of himself
  • But then his son looked Saeran right in the eyes, making Saeran freeze but realize that his son needed him and that nothing else mattered
  • He gently picked up his little boy and sat down on a rocking chair, softly shushing him and wiping his tears away
  • “I’m so sorry for not taking care of you and properly loving you. But you helped me realize something, you’re my son and nobody’s going to take you away from me. I promise to protect you and love you for forever so don’t be sad anymore okay?“
  • From that night on, Saeran became a super dad and wouldn’t let his son out of his sight, soon becoming a diaper changing and bottle making expert
  • His favorite thing to do with his son is to go sit outside and stare at the clouds, with Saeran usually chuckling when his son would get excited and point at the sky
  • Saeran soon became an amazing father and husband, he would always make it a point to tell both you and his son how much he loved and cherished you two
Welcome Home.

pairing ; chris x reader

summary ; after four years, you’re finally back in new york with your best friend; you’re finally back home.

words ; 4,706 (wowza. this was all written, first, too.)

warnings ; references??

note ; i had some inspiration from the fic “When You Come Home” by @teamgtnw


Everyone has something they call home. This thing could be a place, person, object, animal, even a smell. Of course, it’s different for everyone ─ most say that “Home” was the house they shared with their parents currently or during their childhood. Some would say home is the feeling of happiness, caused by being in their birth town, or the block they grew up on.

You, however, considered it to be a culmination of things. Alongside the stereotypical place, you found comfort in the smell of New York; specifically, a street in The Bronx that you grew up on in the quiet side of the big place, where couples walked the streets, runners smiled and laughed at the dogs they were jogging with; where families could be out with a mild fear of being mugged by some druggie or poor guy in need of some money; where happiness seemed to be one of the most prominent emotions and one of the only words to describe the place and your feelings upon walking around it.

Your favorite place, as dumb as it sounds, was the little coffee shop at the end of the street. The workers were always changing there, seeing as they were all teenagers wanting more money or just starting college and need a way to pay for their loans because their parents sure-as-hell weren’t doing it alone. At one point, that had been you, when you still went to community college.

You remembered loving working there, as you always had light-hearted conversations with the customers and relationships with the regulars. But once you got your first two years of college done, you headed off to a big university across the country, staying there for about four years to get your masters. Then, you came back home with high hopes of achieving something great, something that made an impact, no matter how big.

Your dream had always been to be involved in dancing or music, specifically for Broadway. And as crazy and farout as it sounds, you knew you could make it there someday ─ someday.

The distinct smell of coffee beans and oven pastries filled your senses as you walked into the coffee shop you adored so much. People were too caught up in their own conversations to acknowledge your entrance, which was normal. A fuzzy feeling filled you when you took a deep breath and let your senses be bombarded by the homey smell. The sounds of clinking plates and brewing coffee and buzzing of light conversations about work, coffee, the need to finish a paper and get some sleep filled your ears, as well.

What you noticed out of all of that, though, was the echoing, familiar voice of someone you knew all-too-well. The voice was deep but soft, forming words that were so beautifully put together, yet only said because they worked with everything else he was singing about. This one was about working two jobs, brewing coffee, and still enjoying the life he was give. The optimism he had in his words was what seemed to keep the rest of coworkers going, smiling and giving him beats or backup vocals.

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For Taylor Swift, the Future of Music Is a Love Story

The Singer-Songwriter Says Artists and Fans Will Still Form Deep Bonds, but They Will Do It in New Ways

By Taylor Swift;  July 7, 2014 - The Wall Street Journal

Where will the music industry be in 20 years, 30 years, 50 years?

Before I tell you my thoughts on the matter, you should know that you’re reading the opinion of an enthusiastic optimist: one of the few living souls in the music industry who still believes that the music industry is not dying… it’s just coming alive.

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A Journal of Thoughts

Jughead x Reader

Request: Hi, love your writing! Can you please do one where the reader have been friends with the group for ages and actually set Jughead and Betty up together… and then after they’re dating the reader realises that she’s actually in love with Jughead but it’s too late? Something super fluffy and sad! The ending is up to you whether they get together or not!

Warnings: None!

Word count: 1,226

A/N: This is a bit of a different style, not too sure if it went well. It’s how I write in my actual journal, so i hope it’s not too terrible. But fics two days in a row?! Wow ashlyn who are you


Tuesday, August 9th, 2016

School starts again in a few days, and I’m not sure that I’m ready to be a Sophomore.

I’ve heard some horror stories, especially involving chemistry.

At least we’re moving up in the social ladder of high school.

This summer seemed to have passed by in a blur, and I’m struggling to remember most of it. I should’ve started this journal sooner. Or is it a diary? I’m not quite sure, but whatever it is I want to document my sophomore year, as I have a feeling it’s going to be a crazy one.

The gang and I tried to spend as much time together this summer as possible, but Archie always seemed to disappear and I think Betty was on vacation with her family half the time.

I mean, I didn’t mind hanging out with Jughead all of the time. He keeps to himself, and he’s quite, which can be enjoyable coming from my incredibly loud household.

Even as I write this I can hear my parents trying to keep their volume down to keep me from hearing their fights.

It never works.

Most of the time we hung out at the drive-in, where he works. I tried to convince him to get me a job there, but halfway through the summer he found out it was closing, so there was no point in trying.

I felt bad for him this summer, and when we hung out he always tried to interact with me but I could tell something was off. I think it’s because Archie ditched him when they were supposed to go away on vacation.

We became closer after that, he would always invite me to Pop’s, and he actually began to open up to me. Well, as opened up as Jughead can get.

He’s told me about his dad, about Jellybean, and he even mentioned he might move out to me. He said he didn’t know where, but I know he’s a strong kid and he’ll figure it out.

I started inviting Betty over to hang out, just the three of us, but most of the time she was busy with her family drama so it ended up being me and Jughead a lot.

I think they would be a cute couple, though. Only problem is that Betty is still head over heels for Archie. I’ll have to fix that.

Jughead is an amazing guy and deserves to be happy for once. He always knows how to make me smile and when he lets me read his writing my heart breaks with how hard his words hit and flow through the page.

Betty would love it.

I’ll figure it out. It’ll happen.

Monday, August 22nd, 2016

School has started, and boy did a lot happen in a few days.

Jughead and I have the same lunch period, so we always sit together. I started to talk to him about Betty the other day, slowly but surely.

I brought up the fact that it would be good to have another pair of eyes reading his novel about Jason Blossom and he seemed to at least consider the idea. Then I told him a joke and his hair flopped over his eyes and made his smile seem even brighter.

I think he even mentioned that he wants to try and figure out who killed Jason, which caused me to give him a weird look. I told him I would support him, though. Maybe I can get Betty to help him with that.

School passed slowly after that, as always.

We were hanging out at Pop’s after school, all three of us, and I was pretty sure I saw him glance at her for longer than usual in between his bursts of typing his novel. I could tell he was contemplating letting her read it, so I excused myself and went to the bathroom in the back. When I walked back I saw her hunched over his laptop, right in between them.

I’m pretty sure I even saw him smile at her, but then he looked up and saw me, and his smile seemed to grow.

I shook my head before heading back over to join them. Betty smiled up at me, and I’m almost positive there was something in her eyes that wasn’t there before.

It was at this point that I knew that I had definitely planted a seed for something. I’m not sure if it will evolve into anything, but something is there. I can feel it.

There’s even a new girl, Veronica, who’s helping me with my plan. She started hanging around with Betty a few days after school started. I met her the other day and we gossiped until who knows when about how good of a couple they would make. I knew Veronica would fit right in. She told me I needed to do the first part, and she’d take the rest from there.

What would their ship name be?
Because if I didn’t start something, I know Veronica definitely will. She seems like the kind of girl to make things happen.

I think their ship name would be Bughead.

Friday, August 26th, 2016

The ship has sailed!

Took them long enough.

Wednesday, September 28th, 2016

Why do feelings have to exist? Why didn’t I realize my feelings sooner?

It’s been a month since I’ve written. I’m sorry.

Although I’m not really sure who I’m apologizing to, since this is my journal… oh well, I guess it just helps that someone might read this someday.

I haven’t written because so much shit has gone down that I’m not sure where to start. My feelings have been all over the place and I’m not sure if I’ve made the right decisions.

I guess I should get straight to the point.

I’m not exactly sure how it happened, but they ended up getting together, but you know that.

I couldn’t believe at first either, trust me.

It took me a few days to really realize that what me and Veronica had done had worked. We helped, but they ended up doing a lot of it on their own.

Like I was so sure that it was just some crazy fantasy I had, but now it’s actually real. It’s been real for a little less than a month.

It wasn’t until about a week ago that everything really processed.

Jughead and Betty are together.

They’re boyfriend and girlfriend.

And oddly, I started feeling jealous. I became jealous of the way that he looked at her, or the way that she touched his arm or leg. I became jealous of the smiles they exchanged and how close they sat together.

I love Jughead.

It feels good to put it down somewhere, to document it. It’s validating.


I want to scream it.

Looking back, it seems so obvious, but I just didn’t know what I had until it was gone.

And the worst thing of all is that it’s too late. I can’t make him mine, no matter how hard I try, because he’s happy, and he’s with her.

That’s all I really wanted, I guess.

His happiness.

Even if it is with her.

So why does it hurt so much that I’m not her?

Could he have been happier with me?

I guess I’ll never know.

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Yours, Unfaithfully [Chapter 6]

Originally posted by jackbumfan

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5

Wiping away the last of his tears he turned the key to start his car, pulling away from your complex while you waited inside.

He had to say goodbye and it had to be this way. He knew if he stepped foot in that building, he would never be able to leave without giving you what was in that box and making you his forever.

3 months you waited for a call that never came, a secret meeting he never showed for, an explanation as to the disappearance of the man who meant more to you than life itself.

He promised. He swore he would come to your apartment that night, that the two of you would find a way through this, together. But he broke that promise.

He stopped answering your calls, texts, stopped coming around you, your family and all your shared friends. His absence left you hollow and defeated.

You had become a shell of a human being, unrecognizable to yourself each time you looked in the mirror. 

Wedding plans were being made, excitement buzzing all around you as you watched the water slowly filling the glass case you were trapped in. Your whole life was being laid out before you and all you could do was let it happen.

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Fall Back Down, Pt. 4 [Finn Balor]

Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

Author note: This is the story that just keeps happening even when I don’t think it will. So let’s just agree there will probably be a part five at some point and be done with it.

This is just all fluff. This story is basically my happy place at this point.

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The rain was louder than you thought it would be. Maybe it was just you, but rain sounded different when it hit different surfaces. And as it hit the very top of the apartment building, and onto the concrete surrounding the empty pool that belonged to the complex, it felt like it was in surround sound.

You knew the storm would pass soon, maybe last a half hour more if you were lucky, but it was perfect for right now.

Even though it was 2 AM, the lights scattered among the buildings gave a soft glow in places. It was still fairly dark overall, only with spots of light.

It was peaceful. No one else in sight, out and about. Not that you expected anyone to be at this hour and in this weather, but there could always be someone like you who wanted to be out.

Things had been…a lot different lately.

Just a bit over three months ago, you’d had a decent understanding of your life. You’d suffered a big loss in your father’s death, but you were figuring it out. You were wrestling for NXT and training new ladies on the side. You had great friends and colleagues surrounding you. Best friends, a family, even.

And then Finn had kissed you.

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13 - ROTC/new-to-the-Air-Force Rhodey and/or CW/post-CW Rhodey

Flying like a cannonball, falling to the earth/Heavy as a feather when you hit the dirt


The first thing Jim remembers is flying.

If he was honest, that would be a lie. His first memory is something mundane like his mother singing to him or watching TV with his father. But what he remembers most, brightest, strongest is this: standing on the ledge of his family’s second-story apartment balcony, gazing down at the little section of the tiny backyard Mrs. Turner has used for her garden (bushes grown up high, hopefully high enough) taking a breath, closing his eyes and leaping.

He remembers flying. 

That glorious moment of weightlessness fighting gravity, when he was moving faster than light, faster than sound, the fastest thing on this planet. He was invincible.

He doesn’t remember hitting the ground, but he remembers rolling off his broken arm to stare up at the blue blue sky and thinking someday it would be his. Someday he’d never have to land.

(”He fell,” his little sister Jeanette insists with a pout when his mother comes home and panics at not finding Jim where he should be. He can hear them through the window. “He fell, Mama.”

His mama looks over the balcony and screeches, going back inside. Jeanette stares at Jim through the bars of the railing. “I didn’t fall,” he tries to say, but he’s six and the pain is finally catching up to him. He can’t feel his arm. He cries when his mother picks him up.)

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My Heart (Epilogue to Blue Collar Kind of Love)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Or read on AO3)

Summary: Life with Sam is good, but some old feelings come to the surface and decisions are made. Will your happy ending remain happy?
Pairing: Sam/Reader
Word Count: 4.6k+
Warnings: Mostly fluff, a little smut, “boring” married people sex, dry humping, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, use of the word ‘cunt’ because I know that can be kinda cringe-y for some people so I thought I’d warn ya, a taste of dad!Sam because he’s my fav 
A/N: It only took me a little over a month to finally get this up lmao. It’s been sitting finished and I’ve gone back and forth with how it turned out, but I hope you guys enjoy :)

The alarm clock is shrill, seven o'clock sharp, leaving you groaning and slapping the stupid thing quiet before you turn back over in hopes of getting five more good minutes of much needed sleep. Those dreams are dashed when you hear the pitter patter of little feet coming down the hallway, followed by a soft, shy knock on the bedroom door. 

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Fluff(?) and Angst(?) - I don’t really know.

words count: 4.725

Cold, distant, stern, serious. That’s how every other big CEO would describe Im Jaebum, he was the imposing CEO of the Def corporations. Young and owner of an empire. 

His father was a big investor, had given him the money to open his business when he was 13 and had it as an assesment of school. And since that day he never stopped working for his own company.

He was admired from many other entrepreneurs. Your father being one of them. 

Luckily for him the Im patriarch had a liking for your father’s business and after meeting with your family a few times decided that his son should get married he was at the age of it, and you happened to have exactly the same age as the man.

Been raised at the finest, gone to the most expensive training schools and just graduated from the best business school in the country. All your education had been focused on making you a good wife, the minimum interactions with the male gender, all girls schools your whole life. 

You had always done what your parents told you to, even felt ashamed to question the order in your mind. 

You felt like you had to make up for your sister. She was wild, talked back to your parents, misbehaved, did everything you were trained not to do. She was older, and the walking nightmare of your parents.

When they had the chance, they had gotten her married with the son of a big CEO, she was only 19. 

The bullet came out the wrong way, she fell madly for her husband in the same way he was for her. He treated her like she was his world and all that mattered to him. 

He took her everywhere with him, shower her the world and his love, making time for her and his busy work. 

But your husband, he was nothing but scary to you. Six months after getting married you were still scared to look his way.

The few words he would direct to you were always short, hard and cold. Like if he detested you and you didn’t even know why.

You had seen him laugh once, it was during the wedding party, while he was talking alone with his friends. Never to you.

He always left to work even before you woke up, you only knew he had slept home, because every day he would come around 8 and sit on his home office to work until the very late hours. 

You didn’t share a room and you were glad about it, just by being in the same room as him it made you shiver and sweat cold from fear.

In the last few days he had arrived home a little earlier, but with some company staff to work with him. You never bothered him, he didn’t close the double sliding door of his office. His assistant was always the last one to leave the house.

It was almost past midnight when you walked to the kitchen to get some water, the light coming from Jaebum’s office caught your attention and you walked over, he was sitting on his chair, paper on his hands, as he stared down at them like they had cursed at him.

His glasses resting in the middle of his nose bridge as his assistant quietly said something to him, standing by his side, her hand resting on the back of his chair, her lips close to his ear. Her full breasts almost coming out of the low cut of her dress while she bended to point something on the file, the action allowing you see parts of her body you didn’t even know a body had. 

Biting your lower lip you felt an unpleasant wave of jealousy, maybe it was of how close and confident she was to be around the scary Jaebum or was because he was married to you and you could see that her actions were more than just helpful but offered.

Jaebum’s small and fierce eyes looked up from the business file between the space of his glasses frames straight into your trembling fearful soul, he held your gaze freezing you rotten in place, with that uninterested and bothered expression he would always look at you. He drifted his gaze back to the paper as he replied something to the women as quietly as she had talked to him.

With quiet steps you went back to your room, trying to shake the image out of your head.

Caressing the short hair of your nephew you looked at your sister, her four months old baby bump making her unable to host her own son up in her arms while walking. She was pushing his empty pram around the mall as you carried her three-years-old.

Both of you were looking for some baby items and probably more clothes that could fit on your sister. Your In-laws were going to throw a huge party in celebration of their company 40th anniversary and she had yet to find something to dress. Her baby bump made it hard since the type of dress she was looking for were never made for pregnant women, what frustrated her. “What is the problem of making a dress that can fit a pregnant woman? Don’t they know that pregnant also go to parties?” She complained while walking out of a store with you.

Holding your giggles and being careful to not wake up the kid sleeping on your arms you tried to find a solution for your sister “maybe you should get one done for you, you know? Get someone to make a design and do it, that way it won’t be too tight when the party comes around and it can be just like you want it.” You suggested.

“That could be a good idea, I would have to keep on trying it on every week until the party what is not ideal, but it’s better than not finding anything or have to squeeze inside something" 

"I hope you know you can just give one of your pregnancy’s excuses to not go, even more because you’ll be close to your delivery date” you warned her.

“Do you think my in-laws and husband would let me miss this party? Do you know your father-in-law is one of the biggest investors in many different fields all over Asia?” She questioned you.

“They will understand, and if you don’t go they won’t question about me having kids!" 

"And what’s the problem? You want kids and all kids love you too, you’ll be a great mother I’m sure of it! You are the only person I’d trust my kids with closed eyes” she affirmed.

Stopping in your track you glared at your sister “We are not like you and oppa! We barely talk!” You said chewing on your lip.

“Oh my god! Please don’t tell me- oh my god!" 

Another late night working seemed to be Jaebum’s fate, he had already missed diner at home and had to fool his stomach with some instant ramen from the office kitchen. Being the owner and CEO, was hard. Even more when he couldn’t forget that someday, he would need to assume his family’s business. If he worked hard enough he could maybe carry both companies side by side without any loss on their standards. For now he just worked hard on his own business. 

He took the folder with papers he didn’t put on his suit case and walked out of his office, his assistant was already waiting by the elevator for him. After all this problems were solved he was going to have to raise her payment and sent her on vacations, she was working as much as he was.

The car ride was short as the usual, they discussed the documents while on the back sit. Once they walked to very much known house all lights were off already, a signal that it had already been called a night on the place.

Jaebum walked to the living room of the house instead of going to his private office as he always did. Telling his assistant he needed to relax a little so they would work on a less professional setting for that night.

The hours of work stretched long, she had her shoes off and legs folded underneath her body on the couch. He had his tie loose his top buttons undone and his suit long forgotten. They had hit a wall, worked all they could, but found no ways to solve that one problem. Tension and stress all over his body.

She got up and stood behind him on the couch, she started to massage his shoulders and neck, telling him to relax, stress wouldn’t solve his problems. 

Jaebum moaned as the knots of stress started to come undone under his flesh. Soon his eyes fell shut and he slept.

Tiredly you sighted after you walked into your house. Not caring about etiquette or appearance you took your heels off, and left your bag by the small table at the entrance hall. You weren’t planning to take long. One of the many employees came to greet you and you asked her a strong drink. "I don’t know whatever drink Jaebum and my father drink when he comes around” you said and passed you fingers through your hair. 

It was a nervous habit, your mom hated, but drink at the early hour of the morning wasn’t a habit but you were doing out of stress. After what had happened at the day before.

She came back quickly with a cup of whiskey and you dismissed her with all politeness you could muster. You had your route ready in your head when you heard a voice in the living room.

Taking light and careful steps you made your way to the noise.

Jaebum was leaning against the back and the arm of the couch, his dress shirt half open his pants undone. His assistant, kissing and sucking on his neck and ear, she was on all fours, his hand on top of her ass, her dress open, the skirt pulled up to show the almost non-existent panties she had. The collar of her dress slipping off her arms her boobs jumping out of her bra and he hand was caressing inside his pants.

You threw the hard and heavy glass on your hand against the floor making it shatter in a million pieces. The loud noise getting the attention of both, in the couch. Jaebum jumped startled and scared to be woken up like that. His assistant almost feel from the couch.

“Good morning for you two!” You spat glaring at them.

The female tried to fix herself up as the male looked between both women trying to understand what was happening. “Have you gone crazy?” He demanded looking at you sitting up to a better position and feeling his body sore from sleeping on the couch.

“If I have gone crazy?” You retorted with a humorless laugh “I arrive home, to see this shitty porn scene in my living room and you ask me if I have gone crazy?" 

"What?” Glaring at you he stood up and fixed his pants “did you say you just got home?” He asked lowly and with a dangerous tone to his voice.

“Yes, I did! But don’t you try to spin this around and make me look bad when you are the one with a hoe in the living room!” You spat at him and he looked at his assistant, seeing how she was fixing herself and how he looked he knew you weren’t wrong on your thoughts.

“If you did your wife role as you should maybe this wouldn’t happen!” He attacked.

Your hand connected with the side of his face even before you could think about what you were doing. The shock look in his face and the string on your hand were what made you realize what you had done.

The first time you both exchanged more than just a couple of words with each other without someone else intermediating and you had gone to a limit you never thought yourself capable of. 

The fire in his eyes had you taking steps back out of fear. Jaebum dropped his hand of his face in shock and tried to soften his voice. “Why are you getting home just now?" 

Frowning at his sudden change of posture you took another step back and flinched "I called you yesterday, your phone, your office, a million times, your mom too, everybody was looking for you!” You cried out as the memories of your reasons came to your mind again.

“You know my numbers?” He asked genuinely surprised by your statement.

“Does it matter? If you can’t be reached? If I, your wife, can’t walk into your company to talk to you? Does family even matter?” You asked with tears filling your eyes.

“What are you talking about? Why are you asking me that? Did you go to my company? Why?” He demanded.

“Nobody could reach you, so I did what could but I wasn’t let in. Why don’t you ask your so useful for all types of work assistant? After all she’s the only one who can reach you” you said the last part with venom and walked away to go to your room. You needed a shower and a bandage on your feet before going out again.

Jaebum couldn’t tear his eyes of you as you walked away. He was surprised at how you had faced him strongly and stood up for yourself. You didn’t look like the submissive and scared girl he had believed you were since the first time he saw you. The way his parents talked about you always made you seem like one of those family girls that were raised to be a good wife and fill that role but never be someone besides that role. But he always believed, that was because they didn’t know you.

Thoughts of asking for the marriage nullification has crossed his mind more than just a few times. He had accepted an arranged marriage, that was because he knew he would spent most of his youth working for himself and wouldn’t be able to go out and find love. So he hoped that marring someone blindly would give him a chance to build love and be somehow happy like his parents.

But after the wedding the days started to pass, he just felt awkward, you didn’t talk much, was always hiding away from him, never looked him eye to eye and your voice was just above a little whisper. Today you had showed him you did have pride and a voice for yourself.

But also proved him that you were scared of him. He knew he had fault at it, after the first few awkward days he didn’t try anymore, he was busy with work and the days became weeks and then six months had already flown by. And he didn’t try to get to know you or let you get to know him truly. And he just discovered that maybe his hope of build love with you had just been thrown out of the window by his tired and sore temper.

When you are out of sight he turns around with his sharp glaring eyes at the woman that had the answers he wanted. She had too much to explain and he wouldn’t let her hard work take her off the hook.

“What were you doing to me when my wife walked in?” He asked in a hard voice, she shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. “When did she call and why didn’t I get a memo about it? When was she denied to walk into my company?" 

His voice and demands grew as he walked close to the woman, he could feel his blood rush with growing rage, if there was one thing he didn’t admit, it was people making decisions on his behalf when he didn’t say they could do so.

She fixed up her clothes and tried to look more composed before speaking "I-I was helping you relax sir! You have been very stressed, and just like you mentioned, she is not doing her role as a wife!” She smirked and bit her lower lip in a seductive way.

“When did she call? Why wasn’t her call passed to me? When did she go to my company?” His voice raised at every question as his fury reached his limits.

“Jae-Jaebum!” Her voice team led as she called him by the name. Using the fact they had been classmates in university to try to easy his anger.

“When?” He screamed as he stood right in front of her.

With a shiver running down her body and a groan she replied “yesterday, I don’t know what time but you were very busy in the call with the director of finances and it was something very important to the company! I think she did come, I don’t know! I was very busy with all those file and calls that have been coming in!” She complained trying to look upset “I also have been working a lot, I’m also tired and stressed okay?” She cried out in her defense.

“Why did she call me? Because your main job as an assistant is to get the calls and the reason why they are calling” he asked rigid trying to control his voice.

“She said your mom was calling and couldn’t reach you, she wanted to say something about your dad and a hospital, of course nothing important because what would her, have of so much importance to talk with you? How her nail broke?” She rolled her eyes.

Clenching his hand on a fist to control his own temper he glared at her “Even if it was to talk about a broken nail, I am the one who decides what is important or not, and she is my wife, so she is always important!” He spat at her “now gather your things and leave, you may take the day off to think about it, is not like I can’t work without you.” He turned his back on her and walked upstairs going to his room.

“Where are you going?” Jaebum asked walking down the stairs. His assistant long gone.

You had taken a shower and asked one of the maids to help you do a small bandage on your feet, to protect the small cut from stepping on the shatter glass. He also took a shower and got dressed up, not like he normally would to go to his company, after the oddly stressful morning he decided to take it easy and work from home, that’s why the view of him wearing a pair of jeans and a hoodie throws you of guard.

“Ja-Jaebum?” You ask feeling dumbly confused, looking at the man you have never seen without his formal clothes on.

“Hm, yes? I asked where are you going?” He walks down the few steps left and go towards you, his hair still wet from the shower and not pushed back, with the hood on and his hands on the connected pocket in front of the hoodie making him look much softer than he has ever, while in front of you. 

“I-I… I’m going back to the hospital” you said still surprised but never forgetting how he had acted earlier.

“Hospital?” He looked at you closing the distance fast, the worry clear in his voice. “Why?”

Sighing and mustang all the courage you could you put your hand over his arm as you tried to somehow comfort him. “Your dad had an heart attack yesterday, had to had an emergency surgery, one of his veins was clogged.” Under your hand you could feel him shaking, and see the blood drains out of his face. “He is fine now, the surgery went well, he is recovering well, just need to stay at the hospital for a few more days to make sure his body won’t reject the implant.” You said caressing his arm, seeing that there was no response from the man in front of you. “Do you wanna come with me?" 

Looking like he had just got out of an hypnosis he nodded his head, no voice coming out of his mouth as he nervously open and closed it, all your words making sense to him now. The terror of what happened running through his body as he felt quite numb while following to your car.

The ride felt like forever to him, his mind forgetting about all his problems as he waited you drive the way around town to the hospital. He tried his hardest to focus on your words that said his father was recovering well, but he fear of almost losing his dad being too much.

He looked at you driving, you had a simple light yellow shirt, and he could remember that it was a gift from his father to you, the man liked how bright and pretty you looked on his favorite color. You had a pair of light blue jeans and yellow flats to match, that one bracelet you always wore, the diamond ring he put on your finger on the wedding day, and the diamonds on your ear, giving by your father.

After arriving at the hospital, both of you were surrounded by security and reported wanting to know about your father-in-law health situation, you held on Jaebum’s arm while been lead to the elevator that would take you both to the floor you were to visiting.

Once reaching the room Jaebum’s mom ran to her son’s arms telling him how worried she had been for him, how scared she was. Also telling the man off at how he wouldn’t answer his cellphone, and how unreachable he was.

You spent your day keeping company to both, making sure to get food and water to both, every couple of hours, give them reassuring words, even after your father-in-law had woken up and the doctors had given their words about his wellbeing. You had almost dragged your mother-in-law out of the room and to her car so she could go home and shower, at least.

When the night fell and she was back. After much insistence of her and the doctors Jaebum accepted to go back home with you. Saying his goodbye to his father and mother, and wishing his fast recovery both of you headed to the car.

Once again the car ride was quiet, he had his head resting against the window and eyes outside. You had no words to tell him, the last few times you’d been on the hospital was to visit your sister when your nephew was born.

Arriving home, Jaebum just dragged his body upstairs and to his room with no words. Biting your lip and feeling sorry for him you walked to your room.

Another shower was needed, to wash away that hospital sadness that was stuck on your body. Taking your time on the shower you washed your hair and body, once out you dried yourself and went on, on your beauty routine before going to bed, using the hydrations to your skin and blow drying your hair just enough to not sleep with it wet.

When you walked out of the bathroom towards the bed in the room you jumped with a shriek scared of seen Jaebum by the door of your room. He had a pair of dark sweats and a matching shirt, once again looking oddly ordinary but also extraordinary for your eyes. You could outline his broad shoulders and build figure, nothing too much.

"I didn’t want to scary you.” He looked down to his feet apologizing, to what you just shook your head, your hand still over your chest as your breathing even out.

His eyes roamed the room, he had chosen the color, the furniture, everything. But it looked so different, it had your touch to it, you gave it life. Small details, photo frames and books around the room, your small jewelry boxy by the dressing table, your perfumes, and hair accessories. Some bags displayed like work of arts. It felt very different. When his eyes landed on you he could see that same ordinary beauty you displayed every day, but you had a different glow on you. 

He couldn’t pin point what it was, maybe it was the care you had with his parents, making sure to wear a gift they had given you for the visit, know it was a small gesture, his father had complemented your when he saw you had the silk shirt on. Maybe was how even after he had been rude and stupid with you, you still had been careful when telling him about his father, or how you paid attention to his mom, making sure she was eating and taking care of her health.

He shallows the forming lump on his throat and shook when he tried to talk again, looking down at his feet his tears started to fall and his cold, stern and serious image crumbled down.

Taking quick steps you pulled him into your arms, his face hiding against your neck, his hands wrapping around your waist, as you caressed his hair and back. 

The pain in his sorbs hurt your heart. All your fear of him did not stop you from wanting to comfort him, didn’t stop your heart to ache in pain with him. 

When he calmed down and his sorbs stopped, his body felt heavier than I had before, he retreated from you, drying up his tears that didn’t want to stop, his hand tried to dry up your neck and shoulder where he wetted with tears.

Taking his hand you guided him to your bed, opening the sheets so he cold lay down. You walked around it to the other side and climbed on, crawling until you reached his side, he laid his head on your lap, caressing his hair once again you just tried to comfort him.

“I-I am sorry!” He said in between deep breaths “I didn’t want to scare you! I never did!” He closed his eyes tightly and breathed hard trying to calm himself “I just don’t know what to do, you are always so quiet, and always hides away from me… And I didn’t know what to do, how to get closer, how to be a good husband. But I never wanted to scare you, I was so broken when I looked at you and saw how afraid of me you were, how you were scared of me hitting you.” He let a sorb and shook his head under your hand. “I would never hurt you like that, I never wanted to hurt you, I wanted to be a good husband, so we could get to know each other and build something, maybe a family, maybe love. But I ruined everything! I was so busy and worried with work that I didn’t look at your, I’m so sorry!” He pleaded against the fabric of your pajamas shorts.

Thrilling a strand of his hair on your fingers, you lowered your head and gave him a light kiss on the hair. “The only thing we can’t fix is death, everything else we can try to make it better and start again tomorrow.” You said with a short nod when he looked up at you. “We can try again, with a little more effort from both of us, we can be a family and build love, know each other and complete one another." 

With a swollen face from crying and pouted lips from his sadness he nodded slowly to your words, a new wave of tears coming to his eyes because of your kind words and your unspoken forgiveness. 

Lying down by his side you kept caressing his hair and watching that strong imposing man be just a scared boy, that needed to be loved and protected just like you. He fell asleep tired from all emotions and calmed by the love you wanted to give away. And you felt asleep by his side, giving him some of the love you once dreamed of feeling for someone. 

As I said before I’m having limited access to the computer, and the computer is freaking slow. My mother’s computer stopped working and since I don’t use my computer every single day she decided she could share it with me, to do her stuff. Right now I’m starting to look for a new computer for me, but I still need to wait a little while until I can afford a good one.

Because of my limited access, I’ve being using my Ipad to write so when I get on the computer I have to make corrections on what I wrote. And to help me even more, the program I use to write on the Ipad changes the format when I open on the computer, making all the spacing different so I have to re-do it once I’m on the computer. 

I´ve been working on old things I had sitting half way done, so maybe I’ll do a series, when I have enough written to have a few chapters, or just keep on working on the 100wtsily game for a while, and use the things I have half way to it somehow.

"Mates” - Brett Tablot AU Imagine

Prompt by ameleleila - Hi! Can you write a Brett imagine like the mates one with Liam? 

Pairing: Brett x Reader
Word Count: 7368

Author’s Note: There was A LOT of pressure to write this fanfic. The “Mates” I wrote for Liam and posted last December got a lot of attention, a lot of love, and nothing but great and positive feedback. It’s special to me. It took me months to write it and it’s one of my favorite fan fictions I’ve ever written, but, honestly, it scares me. It holds such high standards. I’m afraid nothing will ever mount to that, which is why I’ve shot down every request I’ve gotten about making a part two, because I’m scared I’ll ruin the greatness of it.

When ameleleia requested a “Mates” fanfic for Brett, I honestly hesitated at first. I didn’t know if I could do it again and not recycle my work from Liam’s Mates. I pushed aside all my fears and grabbed the bull by the horns. Like Liam’s it was a long process of coming up with the plot and writing down the right words. Now, it’s finally here.

Lastly, this is obviously an AU. There are a few things I don’t follow from the show and made several changes as well.

Without futher ado, enjoy Brett’s Mates and you’re more than welcome to leave me feedback. Happy reading!

P. S. I’m so sorry ameleleia for taking so long with your prompt. I never forgot about your prompt. I was simply taking my time to make it the best I can for you and everyone else. And shout out to freeyourheartandsoul for being an amazing and awesome Beta! :)

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Age 6 – Elementary 

It was a good day. No, it was a great day for a couple of innocent kids playing outside in the front yard, throwing a lacrosse ball back and forth. It was their first year in little league lacrosse, and they were surprisingly good at it for a pair of kids who never played the sport before. Part of it was the constant practice they had with each other before and after their practice with the team. 

Like right now, Brett and Liam were playing in Brett’s front yard. They had been playing for about 20 minutes, just running around, pretending they’re playing a real game with their imaginary friends, and passing the ball towards each other. Liam threw the ball to Brett because he was about to get tackled by Cowboy Dyno, Liam’s imaginary purple elephant friend. Brett missed the ball as his eyes followed a moving van pulling up to the front of the house next door. 

The ball hit Brett on the back of his right leg, but he didn’t even feel it. He was too distracted by the moving van.

“Duuuude!” Liam exaggerated. “You missed the ball!”

“Finally!” Brett cheered as he completely ignored Liam’s comment. “Some new neighbors!”

Liam walked up to stand next to Brett. “Do you think it’s a boy? Someone we can play with?” 

“I hope its Tommy. At practice he said they were moving to a new house.” Brett said as he watched another car pull up to the drive away. Together, Liam and Brett saw a man get out of the moving van, obviously the man of the household. His wife got out of the silver Honda Pilot and helped unbuckled a little girl from the back seat. 

“Aww, man!” Liam whined. “It’s a girl.”


“She has cooties.” Liam said with so much disgust in his voice.

The little blonde haired girl in pigtails with perfect curls, which bounced with each step she took, started grabbing the light stuff to carry into her new house. Brett ran across his yard and into the one next door, Liam followed trailing behind. The girl stopped in her tracks and smiled at the boys in front of her.

“Hi! I’m Brett and this is Liam!” Brett pointed at Liam, who gave the girl a weak smile and wave, obviously not as excited about her arrival as Brett is. “Do you need some help?”

Brett noticed her cheeky smile. “Hi-ya! I’m Y/N. Maybe after you help me, we can play whatever you’re playing!” 

“We’re playing lacrosse,” Liam said. “And you can’t play if you have cooties.”

“I don’t have anymore cooties than you do, Liam.”

Brett laughed at her comeback. She was funny, he thought. I like her.

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A Little Tragedy - fireflysummers_ao3 - モブサイコ100 | Mob Psycho 100 [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Mob Psycho 100 Fanfiction

A Little Tragedy

Reigen Arataka is a well liked resident of the Falling Waters Care Facility.

But he’s getting real sick of it, so the old con artist tries talking his shrink into letting him out early on good behavior.

This…really isn’t a happy story. I think a lot about how, the most heartbreaking moments sometimes are the little tragedies, that seem almost mundane in the face of epic battles and whatnot.

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(The Third and Final Part of “If We Build a Strong Enough Foundation”)


Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: “There had been discussions. The idea of another kid had come up once or twice, and the two of you knew that if you were able to get through the first year of Sofia’s life with all the bullshit that came with, that you could do it again.But the timing had never been right.”

Note: Remember when I said I was done with this? SURPRISE I’M TRASH SO HERE’S WHAT WILL HOPEFULLY BE THE FINAL PART. I meant to sit down and write something short to give you guys closure and then this monster of a thing happened (it’s the longest one I’ve ever posted so goal definitely not accomplished). 

Word Count: 3,474 (WHY AM I LIKE THIS.)

I’m garbage, but enjoy!!!

You had never quite expected to find yourself absorbed in domestic life. It wasn’t the direction you had seen your life going, not when you were ten, and not when you were twenty-four. But here you were, with a husband and daughter whom you loved more than anything else on the planet.

Granted, you were still a dedicated career woman, spending your days in the studio with the Dance Theater of Harlem, speeding to get to work on time so you could always drop your kid off at school in the morning. Sofia was in the first grade now, and sometimes when you looked at her you saw the beginnings of a little person.

She would tell you and Lin about her opinions at the dinner table, and she made her own decisions about her outfits (a lot of which were crazy and all of which made you proud to have a daughter than genuinely didn’t care what anyone thought of her).

Sometimes she looked just like your sister when she talked—full of logic and passion. It made your heart fill up to the very brim.

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