these two have owned my heart since then

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Any tips for writing the character's personalities and speech? Thank you.

Here’s a piece of unflavored base dialogue vs how it would sound from each of the main 3:

Hello. Thank you for coming to meet me here. I have something important to tell you. First, let’s order something. [order]. Anyway, we have to stop seeing each other. It makes me very sad and I wish it didn’t have to be this way. But what can I do? Choose you over [important life choice]? I can’t do that. I’m sorry, but this is goodbye.

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Day 17: Think of one really good/funny/happy memory from this year or sometime recently that you’d like to illustrate and accompany with explanation. I think we can always use more positive/light stories!

I got to see one of my favorite bands, Bleached, play three times in the past year. This is a drawing of Micayla Grace, the bass player, who’s my favorite in the band. At two of the concerts, Micayla gave me artificial flowers from their stage decorations, and I got to talk to her after both shows. She is so incredibly sweet and we’ve even interacted on social media several times. Honestly my little fangirl heart can hardly stand it :)

Micayla has since gone her own way and left the band, which was very disappointing at first, but I have very fond memories of the times I saw her play and got to meet her, and of course I wish her the best in whatever she does in the future. 

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Although Fantastic Beasts was cool, I’m still a little salty that we didn’t get a Marauders-era spinoff instead, so I made this! The Marauders have always been the most fascinating characters and subplot in my opinion, and I always wanted to make a fan video.  Since I have lots of free time now that it’s summer, I thought I’d give it a shot! Please reblog and let me know what you think :)

No copyright infringement intended, obviously I don’t own these clips but hey, fair use clause am I right?  I’m happy to tell you where I got any clips or audio.

Song: Heart of Courage – Two Steps From Hell

~Mischief Managed~

Caity :) x

Imagine : Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin and Kol blames the Family for constantly ignoring you (part 3)

I AM STILL CRYING ABOUT LOOSING THIS DAMN PART. SWEAR SOMEONE SAY SOMETHING BAD ABOUT THIS PART I WILL STOP WRITING THIS SERIES


Part 2 :  http://nightgirl250.tumblr.com/post/154484517050/imagine-being-hope-mikaelsons-twin-and-kol


Part 1 : http://nightgirl250.tumblr.com/post/153920428680/imagine-being-hope-mikaelsons-twin-and-kol?is_related_post=1



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@thejulietfarciertlove @meggleangelo (tell me if you want to become one)



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Young!Reader x Uncle!Kol, Young!Reader x Father!Klaus, Young!Reader x Uncle!Elijah





I took a deep breath as the cold air pricked my skin. * why is it so fucking cold *. I pull my jacket closer to my body as the wind blows down the school hallway. “Hurry up Y/n,” my friends Jason and Kara say waiting for me at the gym door. We were heading to the gym since we have to go talk to our gym coach about the pacer test along with meet Hope. ^ Whoopee!^


“Slow down guys remember crouches,” I say tilting my head to the crutches in my hands. “Sorry Black Canary,” says Jason using my nicknames while scratching the back of his head as I finally catch up with them. “It’s fine to let’s just go before lunch ends I am hungry,” I said as we head into the gym when I remembered my plan. I still need to give Jason and Kara the goodbye letters. *Oh yeah soon I won’t see them for as long as they think we will. At least now I won’t be able to bother them anymore. Jason won’t have to wait for me at the end of the street so we could talk. And he could go out with Hope like he wanted to. Kara would have less competition when it comes to ballet tryouts. I am doing them a solid they don’t need to baby me anymore. No one will not even myself* I thought. *The voices will stop no more looking at the knife, in lust. Or wanting to kill someone, along with dreams of torture*. ^Yeah honey like we said your end is the end^. I felt like screaming as the Voice poisonous sound rings through me.


“Hey are you ok, ” asks Kara. “Yeah don’t worry about it I am just thinking about something,”.^More like hearing something, but don’t worry it will end soon just remember the goodbye^.

“Hey if you guys don’t see me for a while, remember that I love you guys ok, “I said not looking at them to see their faces.

“What do you mean are you going somewhere ?” Said Kara frantic, she was always caring for me but if you annoy her too long she will fight you in a heartbeat. “No nothing major just you know visiting some family for a while, ” I said as Jason goes to talk to out gym coach for us while we talk. ^family on the other side^

“But why all your family lives in New Orleans?”She asked. “No not all of them I have am Aunt who lives in Maryland,”I lie.^Ooohh lying you your best friend when you know it’s your last time to see her how pityful^

“How long is a while? Wait are you sure cause Hop–”


“Look it doesn’t matter what Hope says or doesn’t I am nor Hope nor will I ever be.  I am just going away for some time and to answer your how long question. I am not sure but I will come back ok?” I lie. *Thou I hate lying to them it is necessary for their own good. She doesn’t need to know, I am just a burden her parents don’t even like me as they prefer Hope. Once again Hope wins The Voices in my head win. But soon it won’t matter I am ending this soon maybe in the next life I will be happier. *


“Plus I am going cause of family issues something happened with Hope and they think it’s best I go away for a while. just for two weeks,“ I said then took out her letter. ” Here in two days open this letter if I don’t tell you everything that’s going on OK? But you gotta promise me that you won’t tell Jason, I will tell him later on in the day okay.“ She nodded. I wanted to tell her more. Tell her everything but I knew if I did then she would try to convince me not too which wouldn’t help anyone.


“Hey,” said Jason poking my cheek and breaking me from my thoughts. “Huh,” I turn to face then but both of then have confusion written on their face.“Sorry just thinking of when we are going for the trip,” I said acting excited.


“Are you sure?” said Kara death staring me in the eyes and poking my chest. “Yes, Kara I am 100% sure now stop poking me,” I said moving away from her so she nor Jason can poke me. Jason frowns while Kara fake cries. “Oh hey guys,” said Hope as she joins us. We haven’t talked ever since she came into my room last week, which I am grateful for but sadly she decided to hang out with Kara, and Jason. I don’t get how someone can be so fake. She acts like we never had a problem with each other in the first place.*^I do it’s just like how you’re being fake about killing yourself^ Ignoring the voice to best I can I focus on what it in front of me. Jason and Kara are laughing at some joke Hope said. *Jason, kara I am going to miss you two so much but this is for your own good you guys can’t be doing this to you guys, pulling you into my life no point punishing you guys for my sins and mistakes.* I thought.^Yet here you are still in their lives hurry up ^ 


“Yeah I  just a lot on my mind,” I said leaning onto him. Jason, Kara and I always had this kind of relationship. Always caring and supporting each other.  *It doesn’t matter now does it. It’s too later be thinking about that, not like things will get better or something.* I thought as we were about to enter the cafeteria when Kara was called for early dismissal.^finally your thinking like me so why don’t you finish it ^ I felt like another person was in the room whispering this in my ears, but guess what I am falling for it.

I pull Kara in for a hug, not a side hug like I normally do but a full one. I take in her scent as she wraps her arms around me. She smells like strawberries and banana. I felt happy in her arms as her body heat radiates onto me.I felt at peace, nothing could make me mad, or want to cry, the bad thoughts went away. I was at peace and happy, but like all good stuff, it must come to an end  "See you tomorrow,“ she said as we let go then ran off. I felt tears prick my eyes. “Come Canary time food,” Jason puts his arm around me as we went over to the lunch line.^Yeah get your last meal before you pass^ said Voice, might as well give it a name since it will with me till my end.


——————————-Time skip bros end of the school day ———————


I took a deep breath as I walk over to the outside bench with Jason, my crush, behind me. “Hey, are you OK?” He said as he places our stuff down and takes a seat. “ Yeah Just haven’t been getting the best sleep,” I sorta lie.^liar liar death on fire ^


The truth is that I try not to sleep at all and use coffee creamer to stay up planning my end and writing my goodbye letters. Half of my goodbyes are finished. And I already choose the outfit I am going to wear. Just cause I am going to die doesn’t mean I cannot be happy as I do it. But mostly it’s because at night I have nightmares and I wake up screaming which annoys the living hell out of everyone at home, one way to not annoy them is to not sleep ya know.


“So when do you want me to come over for Ms.Greene’s. Project ?”

“Oh right about that—”. ^You can’t cause I am going to kill myself ^ I shake my head trying to get those word out of my head.


“Let me guess I can’t cause of family issues and you cannot come to my house cause Your not allowed out the house for reasons your not telling me,” he said. I felt guilty for leaving him hanging so much lately. We have been best friends since pre-k. We used to play with the building blocks as Marcel would take us to the playground. I sigh as Jason rubs the back of his neck.”What is up with you ever since Kara and I have been hanging out with Hope and you got your leg hurt you have just been so distant


“Look Jason I know I normally tell you everything but honestly. I think I just need some space,” I said. I grew cold with every word I said to him. I am not sure if it was because of the cold but I knew it was most likely for the best. ^You’re going to die soon don’t make it harder for us ^ said Voice in my head.


“So are you still gonna come to my basketball game today after school right?” His eyes lighted. I  wanted to yes so I can see crush the  other team.“ No, I won’t I got to head to the Quarter house,” I said to him. His smile disappears from his face.


“B-but you always come to them so we can have Ice cream,” I take a deep breath .*I wish we could do that forever * I thought as I took his hand in mine  "Look Jason I know we always do that but I can’t this time —“


“Ahh  Y/n there you are.  ” I said Uncle Elijah and Hope. I quickly let go of Jason’s hand and put my hands on my crutches. * shoot I forgot Uncle Elijah was picking me and Hoe I mean Hope up* I thought as Jason picks up his books. I opened my mouth to talk him but he was already walking away. “I will finish Ms.Greene’s  project on my own. let you have some Space,” he spat out the words like daggers then disappeared in the distance between us.


I place my stuff in my backpack, slipped it on and went to Uncle Elijah and Hope beginning our trek to the house.


I pull out my iPod and headphones and start listening to ‘work out’ by j cole. He is one of Jason and I favorite singers. We walked together for thirty-five minutes before Uncle Elijah actually talks to me. Hope is on Uncle Elijah back since she got tired ten minutes ago from walking.

*honestly Uncle Elijah the Little shit can walk on her own  * I thought and continued walking thinking about Jason and I’s relationship if still even have one after today. ^what is there to think about it’s over and you ruined it ^ I felt my heart churn at her voice. *shut it voice*

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It’s been two hours since we got home and so far, it’s just been Mom and sperm donner yelling at each other about something that is most likely about Hope or some ‘new enemy ’. I sigh as hear another vase slams my door again. *Uncle Elijah going to yell * I thought. At first, when they occurred I was scared out of my mind, but now I am used to it it doesn’t matter.


^Honestly, what is there for me to worry about. I am not gonna be here in the future so I am fine Right? Why don’t you just pick up a knife and slit your throat no one will notice your dead until the deed is done^. I hugged my pillow closer to my chest and pushed the hollow feeling into the back of my mind. I found these thoughts popping up in my head more often lately. Maybe it was bound to happen you know. ^So what are you gonna go^ said the voice.  

I get off of my bed and walk over to my closet, get into my good bye clothes (https://www.polyvore.com/my_good_bye/set?id=215314515), my wonder woman hat on top. I grab my birthday money and Uncle Elijah old phone which he let me have, doesn’t have a sim card but it still works, and the directions to place. I grab the rest of the letters I need to give and put them in my backpack. “Now the major problem getting out of this house,” I said until it finally hit me.


 I took off all of my bed sheets, which were a lot by the way, off from the bed then threw them out the window. I placed them in a way that they fall one on top of another. I took the pillow cases off of my pillows and threw them down as well. I tossed out my crutches. *I Hope I survive * I thought as I balance standing on the edge of the window. I pull the pillows to my chest and do the leap of faith from assassin’s creed, but it was kinda hard to do with my hurt leg. I groan as I hit the ground even though I made a pile it still hurt. I grabbed my crutches and struggled to get off of the blankets. Once that was over, head straight for Rousseau (Marcel and Cami’s bar). By the time I got there Cami’s shift was hadn’t begun yet thankfully. The room was full of people. I was about to take a seat when ” Y/n what are you doing here,“ said Marcel after I nearly have a heart attack. Thou would kill me it’s not the way I want to go.


 “Oh hey Marcel, how are you?” I said giving him a fake smile but I knew he wasn’t falling for it.“Nice try Y/n ” he said as we take a seat at a nearby table. “So mind telling me what you are doing here?” “I wanted to give this to you,” I said taking out the letters for him and Cami. “They are thank you letters for you and Cami. I wasn’t able to give Jason his either so can you give it to him? ,” I place them onto the table and slide it over to him. “I was hoping to see both of you here. but since Cami isn’t here can you please give this to her?” I query.


 He nods his head and takes the letters. I fight the tears and smile that threaten to break my heartless facade, but I couldn’t help but smirk at knowing those who I truly care about knowing how I feel about them. But as soon as it came it went.“So mind telling me what you are doing giving this to me,” he asked. *Oh Uncle Marcel even thou I didn’t say it a lot to you ‘I love you ’ you may not be blood but you are no water* I thought as I give him a smile. “No Uncle Marcel just a simple thank you letter were supposed to write and deliver one to those who you love,” I said getting up from the table and left Rousseau, leaving Marcel alone looking at the letters.


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“Finally” passing the entrance of the local indoor pool. No one was here other than me. I passed the locker area and went to the pool. *Huh the little shit is about to do it finally. Thought you were gonna plague the world some more. I don’t see why you are here still you made it this far let’s do it shall we* I wanted to fight the voice but I knew it was no choice. The reason I chose the pool was because of it the one place that no one would look for me. 


When I was young Jason and I would come here with Cassandra Winchester sometimes we all would just play on the not deep side of the pool, but we stopped once she left for a mission and never came back. I highly doubt Jason even remembers this place. No one else knows about this place since I never told anyone about it. The light from the water light up the entire room so it wasn’t dark. I didn’t take off my shoes or jewelry since they all had meant something to me. I walk over to the deep side of the pool that was 7ft. “Goodbye life,” I said then dropped into the water. 


The cold temperature pricked my skin but I didn’t let it bother me as I sank to the bottom. My vision was blurry but I wasn’t sure whether it was because of the water or lack of oxygen. I felt my body slowly sink close to the pools floor*Finally this is it. You free now you don’t have to burden others with your presence.* I thought as black spots blur my vision. I suddenly felt more tired than usual. *maybe a good rest* I slowly close my eyes and release the all the air in my lungs as darkness kills me.

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No one notices how Y/n has jumped from her bedroom window over Klaus’s screaming. Kol rolls his eyes as his brother talks about how high and mighty he now that he is a hybrid. “Dear Brother Niklaus might you please stop screaming before Hope wakes up,” said Elijah Pouring himself a drink of whiskey. “Klaus opens his mouth to say more but nothing comes out. He storms out of the house slamming the door in his rage making Hope stir in her sleep. “Well that was dramatic,” said Hayley walking into the living room with a tea in her hand. “Has anyone ever told you that is how this family works,” said Cami sitting down next to her. “Cami doesn’t your shift start soon,” said Elijah, Cami chokes on her drink then runs out the room to get to work.


 “Mommmmyyyy!!!!!!” Screamed Hope, the Originals immediately run to her side. She was inside her sister’s room with a letter in her hand. Tears ran down her cheeks as Hayley comforts her child. “Hope what’s wrong?“Said, Elijah, while taking the letter out of her hands. He nearly passes out from what he reads.“There is one in everyone’s room” Hope stuttered holding onto her mother. Elijah hands the letter to Kol, who just stared dead at the letter noticing Y/n’s handwriting, Elijah walks out the room and quickly collects all the other letters.


 “Hope what happened?” said Kol trying not to be angry after reading Hope’s letter.


“Y/n is committing suicide,” she said.


 Everyone froze upon hearing this. That one of their loved ones was willing to take their own life and no one knew why or how she would scream in her pillow at night or how she tried not to sleep til the point she naturally has insomnia. “Why would she do that?” Asked Freya. 


“Why wouldn’t she, you always favor Hope more than her. You didn’t even notice that she was kidnapped,” said Kol glaring at him family “Brother do we—” “STOP BLOODY LYING. DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER HER MIDDLE NAME OR THE LAST TIME YOU LET HER CHOOSE FOR HER BIRTHDAY,” screamed Kol. “You ignore her cause she is human. Cause she isn’t as powerful as Hope. Yet you forget that you were once the same as her but at least we had someone who noticed and cared at least we had each other,” said Kol. “Rebekah,” he said pointing to her “ you have been begging for a human in this family and when we finally have one you ignore the girl”. Rebekah opens her mouth but no words come out. 


“Aaahh and the mother,” he said turning to Hayley. “You wondered about how you treated both of them so badly, but guess what you did even worse you only cared for one,” he spats. Hayley glares at Kol but knows deep down is words are completely right. She never once thought about what Y/n would want to do for her birthday or how she would drink coffee in the morning. “You people may not care for her but I do and I won’t let you people be the reason of her death,” said Kol, storming out the house. Everyone one froze upon hearing these words. The thought of Y/n finally ringing in their heads. Hope dries her her eyes and pulls her mom into a hug. 


The despair was too great that you could cut it with a knife. “I will begin a locator spell,” Freya walks out the door with Y/n’s necklace to begin the spell. Rebekah follows silently out of the house. “Elijah w–"Hayley opens her mouth to ask him a question when she already knows the answer. ‘Was Y/n ever treated like Hope’. They all knew the answer is ‘No’. “ Hope honey its time for bed, ” said Hayley.“ Uncle Elijah will look for Y/n and by tomorrow we will have her back I promise she will be back alive,” Hayley pulls hee daughter in for a hug, Elijah leaves the room but not after placing all the remaining letters on Y/n’s desk before leaving. Hope nods her head and gets ready for bed by herself for the first time in her life. Her mother asked if she needed help, but she denied it and continued on her own. "Mommy you should go find Y/n I will be fine,” Hayley nods and follows her request and leaves the house.

Passing Notes - Dick Grayson x Reader

Prompt: Whatever mark you get on your skin your soulmate gets it too so one day, you just kind of just get a sharpie and start writing on your skin. You definitely didn’t expect to get a reply, but you did. Now it’s five in the morning and you’re just about covered in ink and this will be a pain to wash off later. With Dick?

Do the thing’ You scribbled onto your wrist with a Sharpie. It was a reminder to yourself do an odd quick research assignment that was just assigned. You knew if you didn’t write it down somewhere you would see before you went to bed then it wasn’t going to happen. Seeing as you probably wouldn’t study tonight, chances were your own arm was your best bet at remembering.

You went about the rest of your day without a care in the world, your assignment far from your mind. When you got home you sat down in front of your TV and turned it on to some mindless background noise while you scrolled through social media on your phone. After an hour or two of mindless sitting you caught sight of the edge of your reminder under your sleeve. You let out a long groan and pulled your laptop out of your bag and onto your lap.

Might as well get this over with

You quickly finished the assignment and wrote down a couple of notes and then went back to what you were doing before. After some more time holding your phone in front of your face you noticed something written on your arm that wasn’t there before.

What’s the thing? Am I doing a thing or are you doing a thing?’ Was written just under your own reminder. You hadn’t written it and that certainly wasn’t your handwriting, it was too clean, too charming.

Could this be …

You grabbed your best working pen out of your bag and scrawled a reply.

Hello?’ You wrote, not knowing what else to say.

Hello beautiful. ;)’ He wrote back a few moments later.

Did you seriously just draw a wink emoji on your arm? You’re man after my own heart.’ You replied. The two of you went back and forth covering every inch of exposed skin. You soon came to learn that his name was Dick and he lived too far away for liking in Gotham City. Was it so hard to get a soulmate that lived in the next town over?

By the end of the night you didn’t have a bare centimeter left on your skin. It was five am and you had since retreated to your room and started responding to your soulmate on your legs and stomach. This was going to be an absolute bitch to wash off in the morning but it was totally worth it.

I’m running out of room, Dick.’ You warned writing on the top of your foot. It took him a moment to find where you had put the message but he eventually found it.

Ok just one more question.’ He wrote.

Shoot.’ You responded.

Do you like me? Circle one. Yes or no.’

You circled yes.

With All My Heart - Part 3

Word Count: 2266

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None really. Maybe some self deprecation

A/N: Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine. 

Feedback and constructive criticism always welcome

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“Emz…stop. Just stop.” She was driving you insane trying to find something for you to wear. You were comfortable in jeans and a cute top but she was insisting on trying to find a dress or a skirt, which in your closet she’d never find. You’d relented enough when you let her put makeup on your face, telling you that you still looked like death warmed over and you needed it. “He would’ve told me if we were going someplace fancy.”

“He’s an actor! Of course it’s gonna be fancy!”

“He’s not like that.” You tried to reason with her but she was always somewhat unreasonable. “He’s really…normal.” You couldn’t stop the smile from forming on your face just thinking about him, but you quickly tried to hide it. You couldn’t let yourself fall for him so fast. Nothing ever worked out well for you, why should this?

“Hey.” Emma’s hand squeezed your shoulder and you looked up at her from where you sat on the edge of your bed. “Get out from inside your head, Y/N/N. He’s not gonna be like the other guys. I have a good feeling about this one.”

You hesitated when you heard the knock on the door, glancing back up at Emma with panic in your eyes. Emma pulled you up and clapped you on the back, pushing you towards your front door and following you out to your living room. You placed one hand on the door and took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves before you swung the door open, revealing Jensen standing there, smiling at you. “Hey.” He smiled. “You look beautiful.”

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Got Me Feeling Emotions

Originally posted by fake-fbi-agent-winchester

This is for @iwriteaboutdean​ Amanda’s 200 Follower 90′s Baby Challenge! I chose the iconic song-Emotions by the legendary Mariah Carey.

Characters: Y/n, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

Warnings: Fluff, happiness, tiny mentions of smut, Demon Dean being a sap, like, grossly sappy, kidnapping.

Word count: 1313

Summary: Dean experiences something he never thought he would again-emotions.

A/N: Ok, so here’s some fluff with Demon Dean, then a tiny bit of angst, cos Sam’s that kind of a moron who’d fuck shit up. But yea…the song is sorta woven into the fic. Hope u like it!!!

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This wasn’t how it was meant to be.

I wasn’t supposed to feel this way.

Hell, I hadn’t ever felt this way before.

Not really.

Lisa was…a necessity.

I was with her because I needed normality after Sam died.

I’d long since realized, Cassie was an experience.

My first real romance.

I’d never loved her though.

Not really.

I had never been in love before.

Yet…I knew exactly what it felt like.

Because I was feeling it right now.

Except, it was impossible.

I had no emotions. I had no love in my twisted soul and black heart.

I had nothing inside me, except rage, despair and hatred.

So, why were you making my heart yearn for you?

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I Heart My Dads

by Zach Kobayashi, Marketing Assistant, DoSomething.org

When you have two dads, June can become somewhat of a hectic month, but it’s also a distinctly special time.  The various Pride events throughout the month represent a feeling and a movement that resonates more strongly, and Father’s Day brings its own set of emotions.  June is a particularly important time of the year for Marly Leighton, Business Development Manager at DoSomething.org, and her family.  Marly and her dads have been working together to fight for their equality and for the entire LGBTQ community since she came out in her freshman year of college, and she had supported her dads in their fight long before then.  Now, Marly continues to fight for the LGBTQ community alongside her dads and through her work at DoSomething.org, helping to support campaigns like Celebrate Pride and Free to Pee.

Born to young, religious parents from Oklahoma, a five-year-old Marly found it difficult to understand when her dad came out as gay and her parents divorced.  It wasn’t until she was seven that Marly started to understand what it meant for her dad to be gay.  He had sat her down in a Wendy’s one night to explain it to her.  Her religious upbringing had led her to believe that her dad must be going to hell because of his sexuality, but her dad helped her understand his sexuality in its full truth and encouraged her to consider different perspectives as she grew up, even beyond sexuality.

Marly’s dad met his current partner, who she now calls her “bonus dad,” during her freshman year of high school.  Shortly after her dad started seeing his partner, Dan, Marly turned sixteen.  For her birthday dinner, Dan chose a vegetarian restaurant in Dallas because Marly was a vegetarian at the time.  It was this moment that helped her realize that Dan was thoughtful in ways he wasn’t required to be, and his thoughtfulness throughout her life has kept them close.  Both Marly’s dad and Dan have been there for her through difficult breakups, her own coming out during her freshman year of college, and so many years of her life.  

Marly continues to support her dads in return by encouraging them to stay healthy so they can be there for her for many more years and can continue their fight for the LGBTQ community.  After a family friend went for a routine check up a few months ago and was rushed to the hospital for emergency heart surgery, Marly called her dads and told them to visit their doctors for check ups.  She now regularly encourages her dads to have regular check ups with their doctors and be mindful of their heart health.  

The next time Marly visits her dads will be at a Father’s Day cookout, and she plans to give them cards that encourage them to check their blood pressure and consider their heart health.  Through DoSomething.org’s I Heart Dad campaign, everyone can help remind their dad to check his blood pressure and think about his health.  Marly encourages her dads to be healthy to show her love for them, and everyone can show love for their dad with DoSomething.org.

I was looking through my blog from years ago to reblog old text posts of mine because ya know, I love my dumbass jokes, but instead I saw post after post about how sad and lonely I was. I was having a hard time finding a job in my field and would spend nights sobbing wondering how I’d pay my rent. I was in a toxic relationship with a man I loved who didn’t love me back, but constantly gave me just enough to think he’d turn around one day. It was a very low point in my life and I remember that feeling of helplessness that was always threatening to crush me. I remember all the nights spent wondering why I wasn’t good enough to be hired, why I was hard to love.


It’s a few years later now, and I’m in bed next to a different man. He’s asleep and snoring a little bit. Sometimes if I brush my foot against his he jerks it away because he has impossibly ticklish feet, and even in sleep he feels it and hates it. Sometimes his hand will search beneath the covers and give my thigh a sleepy pat pat, because he’s glad I’m still beside him. And I know in the morning he will wake up hours before me as he always does and when I finally wake up he will greet me with an enthusiastic good morning kiss and maybe get back in bed to cuddle me briefly. This is the man who loves me. This is the man who proved to me that I am not hard to love, and that with him it comes effortlessly. In two years he has never hurt me once, and constantly reminds me how much he cares about me. My heart has felt nothing but full for him since the very first day I became aware of his feelings for me. We live in our own house together and have a little cat named Ellie that we spoil to death, who loves to sleep above his head. I also have a job in the field I studied and have been promoted twice, and I am being trained for a potential third. I live on a very modest income but the bills get paid. We have groceries and the things we need and every now and then I treat myself to something silly and I don’t feel bad about it.


The thing I’m trying to say is, I’m endlessly grateful for how much better things are. I needed to read these old posts of mine as a reminder of how hard I’ve worked to get to where I am and how lucky I am to have someone as sweet and nurturing as Kai as a partner. I know that some days you think the hopelessness will eat you alive but I promise that one day you’ll look up and realize your old demons no longer haunt you. You just have to keep moving forward.

elendilcawdor  asked:

Hi Peaches!! I love your comics. I'm really sorry if this is a common question you get, though I just wanted to ask, have you ever felt hopeless during your transition? Not that you should have, you're cute as fuck; this is just something I've been having trouble getting over. I'm in my third month of hrt, and I'm just terrified of only ever looking like a man with boobs.

Aw, thank you! 
3 months, wow! Grats, grats, grats! 

And no! I said it before, I’ll say it again!

Transitions are built on hope!

There are times where I feel sad or dysphoric, sure, but I never lose hope.

I try and maintain an upbeat and positive attitude, and as I’ve stated in Strip #65 , I do my best to convert that gross energy into something positive and constructive to hopefully make others happy. 

I’m very fortunate to have my Self-Esteem Team, and I sure hope you have your own! Anytime I’m not feeling valid enough or upset, I’ve always got a cheerleader on the sidelines, be it my two partners, my dates, and of course, my friends.

There’s a character (well, at least when he’s written by the brilliant hand of Paul Dini) that I hold deeply in my heart, ever since I was a kid, who showed me that we can take the most negative of our circumstances and respond in a way that’s constructive and beneficial to others even though we may have our own demons we fight every single day. 

You all know him.

Originally posted by neogohann

THIS Batman is one of my biggest driving forces in life.

In childhood, I thought 

“Wow. Batman’s parents died right in front of him. He could be a bad guy just like Joker or Pengiun or Two-Face, but he fights for others, even though he’s very sad.” 

My therapist during my first year at college coined the phrase “Batman-ing.” Again, turning your negative circumstance into a pure energy and driving force for personal growth and to create. 

In terms of my transition, I’m doing what I can with the cards I’ve been dealt.

I’m doing my absolute best, and I’m trying to be the best person I can be despite all the obstacles thrown my way.

Whatever anger or fear or sadness that boils in my heart can turn into happiness, hope, and perseverance if I just alter the perspective a little bit and keep moving. 

My validity as a woman is defined by my confidence in how I identify. 

HRT and passing will be the icing on the cake, but I will never doubt myself. Never. 

Neither should you. We’re strong, you know?

Women are strong.

The Easter holiday had been nice. After a big Weasley family dinner, and an accompanying Quidditch match that had left Fleur too angry to speak to anyone for a solid hour, Hermione and Ginny had accompanied Harry and Ron back to the flat to stay for the four day weekend. They, Hermione and Ginny, were leaving for Hogwarts in the morning, but for now, the four of them sat in the living room together, Harry and Ginny curled up in the armchair, Ron on the floor in front of the couch leaning on Hermione’s legs and playing with her hand.

“This is how it could be, you know,” Ron says with a small smile. “After you two graduate in a couple months.”

“I’ve actually been waiting for a chance to tell you lot,” Ginny says with a small smile of her own. It tugs at Harry’s heart somehow that two of the people Harry loves the absolutely most in the world are capable of identical smiles of contentment. Ginny takes a deep breath, and announces, “I’ve been offered a spot with the Hollyhead Harpies.”

Every mouth in the room drops open, and Ron lets out a cheer. "Really?!“ Hermione says, "how long have you known?”

“Since my last game against Slytherin.”

Harry hugs her closer, and says, “Congratulations! That’s fantastic! You’re fantastic,” He hugs her as hard as he can considering their already squished posture. “They asked you after that?”

“Yeah. I haven’t given them an answer yet.” 

"You have to do it!” Ron exclaims. “A professional Quidditch team!”

“Yeah. I don’t know, though. It’s a lot of time away.” Ginny curls a lock of hair around her finger, and they can see the effects of the war in her. Before losing some of the people she held the most dear, Ginny would have jumped at the chance to chase her dreams…and Hollyhead Quaffles. 

Harry kisses her behind her ear. “You have to do it, Gin. We’ll come to every game and write every day if you want, but you can’t let us hold you back.”

Hermione nods. “It’s a wonderful oppurtinty. Especially since you don’t know what you want to do after school, this is a perfect way to transition.”

“As opposed to Miss Plan Out Every Moment Til You Die?” Ginny says cheekily. There’s affection in her tone, though. 

“Just because I have a post-secondary plan doesn’t mean I plan out everything!”

“A bloody insane plan,” Ron interjects. “Wizard AND muggle school? Did you learn nothing third year?”

“I just want to be prepared for a spot in the Ministry, Ron, that’s all.”

“By taking Muggle, what are they called? Polly-sigh?”

Hermione grins, and rubs her shin against Ron’s back as he turns around in front of her. “It’s short for Political Science. Learning how the government works.”

Ron harrumphs, and turns back to his sister. “You’re gonna accept, Gin, right?” 

Ginny nods. “Well, yeah, I think so. I’m glad you lot are happy about it, I wasn’t sure…” 

Hermione’s emphatic nod seems to seal the deal. “I’ll go with you to tell McGonagall when we go back this week, so she can get your records sent and all that.” 

It calms Harry, slightly, to know that Ginny’s got a plan for the future - it’s a luxury war doesn’t afford, and it still seems indulgent nearly a year later to say “next year.” He loves it nearly as much as he loves the girl in his arms. 

Wrong Place Wrong Time- The Aftermath (Final Epilogue)

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Epilogue Chapter to conclude the WPWT Series, enjoy :)

No specific warnings for this epilogue series but I’ll keep the themes as they are just incase.

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: Life after underground activities. (Conclusions.)

Click for WPWT(1)  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7Part 8 Part 9Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16Part 17 Part 18 Part 19Part 20 Part 21 Part 22

Epilogues: Epilogue 1-BBH  Epilogue 2-KJD Epilogue 3- ZYX Epilogue 4- KJI
Epilogue 5-DKS Epilogue 6- PCY  Epilogue 7- KJM  Alternative Epilogue- PCY

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Word Count: 5,635

(Let’s just pretend Sehun is not in that GIF)

This is the last Chapter of this series, I’m so sad it is has ended but thank you so much for reading. You have all been absolutely amazing!💜


You felt sick and involuntarily held Sehun Junior closer to your chest as you looked around the familiar house. You felt sad and your heart grew dark and by the looks of it and the change in everyone else’s demeanour you weren’t the only who thought so. The house smelt rusty and the air inside was thick; almost suffocating. There was nothing but bad memories in here and suddenly you were ashamed that this was the house in which you had conceived your child. You wished it was at yours and Minseok’s home.

“I plan to burn this house down tonight. I’ve been wanting to do it for a while now. Burn away all the shitty memories.” Junmyeon sighed; looking around the house his face twisted into an expression of disgust as he wrinkled his nose. “But since for some miraculous reason we’re all here together…well that makes it better; all our worries will melt away together. But before we do that I’m calling for one last meeting in the board room.”
You frowned at Junmyeon’s words. Why did you all need another board meeting? What was going on now? Was someone else after all of you?

“Why?” Jongdae hissed, stepping in front of Junmyeon and pushing him in the chest. “I’m done with this lifestyle Junmyeon I want to move on! I’m not a fighter anymore!”

“Calm down Jongdae. I just want to talk.” Junmyeon breathed out raising his hands in defence and to show he wasn’t guilty.

“About what?”

“About everything. Everything we always wanted to say to each other but never had the chance or guts to. Everything that we’ve struggled with. I want to get all the negative energy out. We can let all the bad memories out and then burn it down with this house. Don’t you think we’ll all find some sweet relief after that?”
You blinked in the silence and looked around the hallway. Maybe Junmyeon was right; it would be like a therapy session specifically catered to all of your needs. One that would actually be effective. Only everyone stood in this house knew what had gone on and how exactly you felt and only you could bring peace to your own hearts.

“You’re right…To the board then.” Kris nodded; handing Ara his phone and earphones. Clearly he didn’t want her to hear any of what was about to go on.
You followed those in front of you towards the board; but stopped when you came to a dry dark patch on the carpet.

Sehun’s blood.

You felt your stomach twist as you covered your mouth with your hand in an attempt to stifle your sob. This is the spot that Oh Sehun had died. All because he was saving you and your baby. You felt so guilty; you shook your head as your vision blurred and tears streamed down your cheek.

“Stop. Don’t do this to yourself Y/N it’s not your fault.” A soft voice said from behind you; placing a hand around your waist. You turned to look up at Chanyeol as you wiped your eyes. “If it’s anyone’s fault then it’s my fault. If I had gotten rid of Luhan before Sehun even stepped in front of you then that stain wouldn’t be on the floor.” He breathed; his body stilling as he stared at the two year old blood on the floor.

“Well if I aimed right and shot Luhan instead of you then he’d be alive.” You pouted shaking your head as you looked away  from the patch on the floor. Chanyeol let out a heavy sigh as he looked down at you.

“We need to stop blaming ourselves. It will never bring Sehun back, besides it’s not what Sehun would have wanted. He always hated a sore loser, hmm?”
You smiled. Chanyeol was right. Sehun would probably be rolling his eyes and swearing at how soppy and pathetic the both of you were being wherever he was looking over you from. “Come.” Chanyeol gently wrapped his hand over your wrist. He dragged you into what used to be Kyungsoo’s room. You felt sadness creeping through your body as you looked at the wardrobe that you and Ara hid in on that dreadful night; the doors were still open. You looked over at the bed to see that the sheets were still hanging low from where you had successfully attempted to cover and hide Kyungsoo.

“I hate this place Chanyeol… I hate it so much.” You whispered looking around Kyungsoo’s room and a tear escaped your eye again.

“I know. So do I. And I will forever be sorry for dragging you into this, I never meant to hurt you Y/N I just never dreamed that there would be an ambush that night, I just thought keeping you close and taking you somewhere familiar would guarantee your safety but obviously I was wrong.”

You shook your head and let out a disgruntled groan.

“Stop blaming yourself for that Chanyeol please. I…I just….I missed you.” You pouted as you sank down to the bed, he sank down beside you and you could feel his gaze burning into the side of your face he was so close you could feel his breath on your skin. You slowly turned to look at him. For two years you hadn’t seen your best friend. Admittedly he looked tired, but then again so did you.

“I missed you too…I missed you so much Y/N. My new job…I took so I could distance myself, but I realised that running away from the problem only made things worse and made me more confused. I should’ve been a man and faced it head on. I reckon that way I would have gotten used to ‘what is’ rather than living in my own fantasy bubble of ‘what could have been’. My heart has ached so much since I’ve been gone, but seeing you again now I feel like it’s gone and…” He leaned in slowly to kiss you softly.

“Chanyeol no stop. You can’t do that. I let you once but that’s it.”
He frowned but not at what you were saying in fact you weren’t even sure he was listening to you. He leaned in for the second time and kissed you again. It was slower this time and he gripped on to your cheeks with his hands; as if he was trying to suck the life out of you.
“Chanyeol please stop it, you have to stop. I don’t love you.”

“…I don’t love you either… what the fuck?…” He breathed. He was staring at you but he wasn’t really seeing you, his mind was elsewhere and you knew it. He seemed shocked and perplexed by his own statement.

“What?”You raised a brow.

“I mean I do – well I thought I did…but then I just kissed you I…I felt almost nothing. Well I felt something but it was so minimal. Last time I felt a wave of emotion and I didn’t want to let go but this time…I…this…” His eyes widened as he stared down at you baffled. “I can’t have lost feelings for you, this doesn’t make sense!” Chanyeol pounded his fist into the bed and he was angry which was confusing you, shouldn’t be happy that he was moving on?

“Why are you angry Chan? This is a good thing! You can move on, you can finally move on.” You smiled up at him and he stared at you blankly. “It will be hard I admit it. You’re still not 100% percent there yet but this is a great time to move on Chanyeol.”
His face was straight as he rose from the bed closing down the conversation.

“Let’s just get to the board, huh?”


You were all sat down once again in the glass seats around the marble table that you once adored so much. Now it made you feel sick. The room was pretty much empty. The cases of ammunition were no longer there. Junmyeon let out a sigh as he looked around the table and lowered his head.

“This isn’t the same without him…” He drummed his finger lightly on the marble table as everyone sighed in unison. At this point in time your son was bouncing on Yixing’s lap, you noticed that Yixing had a liking to children.
“Does anyone want to start?” Junmyeon asked, looking around the table.
Jongin raised his hand up slowly as he kept his gaze down on the marble table.

“Actually I do.” He cleared his throat and fiddled around with his fingers; this is the most nervous that you had ever seen Jongin he was normally such a confident man. “I…I didn’t want to see any of you ever again.” He paused taking a breath as he slowly raised his head to look at everyone pain and guilt evident on his face. “And it’s not because I don’t care about you guys, because only God knows that I love you guys more than myself. But… my life these past two years has been absolute shit. I was too embarrassed and ashamed to meet you guys because I knew you would have all amounted to something better than me. I’ve been in and out of jobs but currently I’m unemployed. In and out of shallow relationships. I can’t even count the amount of one night stands, I’m disgusted in myself.” He scoffed, looking down at his hands that were now resting on the table. “But the truth is I’m still hurt by how I felt you all treated me…”
You raised your brow wondering what exactly it was that Jongin meant by his final statement.

“What do you mean ‘how we treated you’” Jongdae narrowed his eyes as he shifted in his seat so he could get a better view of Jongin.

“After you all found out I was the Tell-Tale. You’ve all hated me since and I felt the shift. You all always say we’re family yet I felt so excluded from that point on. The only people that really gave me the time of day were Kris and Tao. Ever since that point you all accused me for every bad thing that happened in this house.” He swallowed hard as he let out a shaky breath.

Jongdae frowned.
“What did you expect Jongin? You never told us, you lied and kept something so big. You really expected us to trust you after?”

“I did it to protect all of you!” Jongin protested as a tear escaped his eye. “I had to pretend because that was the only way to speed the process up. And I thought Luhan was dead. If I did my fucking job properly then Sehun would still be alive. I know you guys must think about that, so there’s something else to add to the ‘hate Jongin’ list. It’s my fault he’s dead. I should’ve shot him in the head. I blame myself every day for Sehun’s death. I can’t breathe at night, it haunts me. I’m wracked with guilt.”

Kyungsoo shook his head from across the table.

“We never once blamed you for the death of Sehun Jongin that’s just all in your head. You need to let your guilt go or it will eat you alive. As for the Tell-Tale thing… yeah our suspicions were raised. We can only apologise for that but now we know it was never you and that means that our love for you is no less than for each other.”
Jongin’s eyes were red and his face was blank he looked far from convinced.

“Well for what it’s worth…I missed you…” Yixing said sheepishly making sure his gaze was on anything but Jongin. He cleared his throat acting as though he never said anything. Jongin’s eyes widened as he looked up at Yixing. For as long as you could remember the two men didn’t get on, they were enemies living in the same house to some extent. But it made sense that deep down they cared deeply about each other and shared a mutual brotherly love.

“Thanks…I missed you too.” Jongin mumbled, looking at his hands that were fidgeting on the table.

“Wow…that was weird.” Baekhyun snorted. “But since we’re laying out dirty laundry and shit… These last two years have been really hard for me. My job is good. I work at a hospital as a surgeon now.” He earned a round of applause from around the room.

“Wow, go Byun Baekhyun. You really made it in life huh?” Junmyeon smiled.

“Thank you Thank you.” Baekhyun bowed comically, making you giggle. You missed his humour. “But…” His face turned serious again. “It’s not as great as I thought it would be. I mean the pay is good and my colleagues are nice but all I can think about when I’m stitching up bodies is how I failed to save Sehun and my sister.” He swallowed as he looked up to the ceiling, trying to stop the tears from falling down his face. “And Oh gosh Kyungsoo I’m so so sorry. I have nightmares about it every night.” He looked at the wheels of Kyungsoo’s chair. “I’m so sorry Soo. I know you hate me, you must. It was intended for me not you.”

Kyungsoo looked down at his lap silent for a moment. Your breath was hitched as you could hear Baekhyun beside you crying.

“I did…at first. I hated you. I hated all of you. I couldn’t understand why you all had the luxury of walking whilst I was stuck in this blasted thing. But I guess I was just angry. I was angry that I was standing where I had been at the time of the attack but then I realised that if I wasn’t standing there then you would’ve died and so I guess in the end…paralysis is worth it. I was still able to have a child anyway so…”

“Wait you what?” Kris’ eyes opened wide as he looked at Ara in the corner of the room and then back at Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo’s face grew red as you he tried to suppress the smile that was creeping up his face but he was failing tremendously.

“Sara…that woman I was ‘dating’ whilst in the house. We’re getting married next month…she’s pregnant.

Your eyes widened as you looked at Kyungsoo; a bright smile flashing on your face as you began clapping your hands together loudly causing Sehun Junior to turn and look at you from Yixing’s lap.

“Oh my gosh Kyungsoo congratulations! I’m so happy for you.” If anyone deserved it then it was definitely Kyungsoo. The boys clapped from around the table.

“So you got your charm on.” Minseok winked at Kyungsoo playfully causing him to blush. “Congratulations man honestly it’s the best feeling. I hope we’re invited to this wedding…”
Kyungsoo nodded as he looked around the table. Out of everyone he looked the healthiest; he looked as though he was glowing you were guessing that life was treating him well as opposed to Jongin who looked dull and tired.

“I work at a library. It’s quiet. Sometimes that’s a good thing but when I’m over thinking it’s toxic. I’m surrounded by books all day and it makes me think; why the fuck did you think it was necessary to read my diary that night?” Jongdae’s eyes were thin slits as he stared down at you; his lips were pursed together. You couldn’t believe that he still held a grudge about this.

“I was curious –”

“It said private and personal.”

“It was under the damn sofa.”

“That doesn’t make it any less personal Y/N. Gosh! You know it still irritates me ‘til this day why you thought it was necessary to snoop. Things I wrote in there were confidential, did you not respect me enough to reserve my feelings?” He was looking at you intensely but his eyes were sad and they made you feel guilty.

“At the time… no I didn’t care. You’re my least favourite man in this house and so I really didn’t care. Now though… I don’t think I would’ve done such a thing.” You looked down at your hands. You knew what you did was wrong even Yuna told you not to snoop in his things but you didn’t listen.

“Wait. You did that? Y/N that was wrong…” Minseok shook his head at you.

“I know and I’m sorry Jongdae I shouldn’t have done it.”

He let out a loud sigh as he rolled his eyes shifting his gaze over to Junmyeon.
“I didn’t want to see any of you again. I was convinced that I was coping on my own but now I realise I haven’t been… I’ve been so heartbroken for almost a decade, being without the woman you love for so long has such a crippling effect… I hated this lifestyle so much.”

Junmyeon knitted his brows together as he scrunched up his nose.

“Heartbroken? You were seeing someone?…” There was an awkward silence around the room as everyone waited for Jongdae to answer, clearly he had never told anyone about her and now you knew why he was so angry at you for reading his diary. You were the first to find out. Guilt settled deep into your stomach as you bit your lip anxiously.

“I wasn’t just seeing someone Junmyeon I was in love with her we were going to elope, granted we were young, yeah….but we knew what we were doing and we knew we wanted each other that badly. But then Genesis happened.” His face turned sour before lightening up again. “But after so many years I bump into her again today at work…and she’s just as beautiful as I remember. And now I’m so overwhelmed. I still want to run away with her she waited so long for me.” It’s as though the breath was knocked out of him as he suddenly stopped speaking.

“Give yourself some time to think about what you want Jongdae it will work itself out in time.” Junmyeon said concluding his speech for him. “Yixing…what about you?” Junmyeon looked over at him. He was still bouncing Sehun Junior on his lap and he was doing a great job at putting the boy to sleep.

“Uhh…me? Get everything out of my system right?” He asked anxiously and almost too quietly.

“Everything.” Junmyeon nodded, waiting for him to go ahead.

Yixing closed his eyes and took a deep breath before focusing them on Jongin.
“I feel as though I hated you for such a long time. I knew I saw you shoot at Luhan but you made it look like I was lying and had everyone but Baekhyun question my loyalty to this group. Obviously know I know why you did it but then I was blinded by rage and then Y/N came along…” He paused wondering if he should say the next part.

“Everything Yixing.” Junmyeon urged him again looking at him intently. You felt a knot in your stomach because you could feel just how awkward Yixing’s next statement was going to make you feel but you kept it in as you squeezed your hands together under the table. He took a deep breath and began to speak again.

“Y/N comes along and then you try snatching her from me. I was the first to bother speaking to her in this house with the exception of Chanyeol and I cared enough to invest some time into her and then you thought it was okay to just steal her away. I’m over it now…I have a girlfriend but it was the principle of the matter I felt as though you were always trying to rub me up the wrong way and I hated you for so long. But then Sehun died and I realised how much I would be broken if anyone died.” He let out a sigh and sat back in his seat. “So I’m sorry… for being so childish over these years.” Your eyes widened. You never thought you would witness the day where Jongin and Yixing called truce.

“Hug.” Baekhyun smiled, slamming his hand down on the table.

“What- no.” Yixing frowned.

“Come on just hug it out. Hug.”

“No Baekhyun.”

“Hug!”

Baekhyun could go on for years if he really needed to and you all knew that this was the case so Minseok walked around the table lifting Sehun from Yixing’s lap. Yixing and Jongin both sheepishly rose to their feet and slowly walked towards each other.

“It was exhausting being mad at you anyway. You act like such a fucking Princess Zhang Yixing.” Jongin smiled pulling the shorter male in for a hug. They lingered a while. They looked as though they needed it.

“Alright. There’s need to get each other pregnant. Keep it PG and sit down.” Baekhyun joked as the two men broke apart returning to his seat.

“Right I have something else…not a complaint though… well I guess it’s a mixture of happiness and sadness.” Yixing breathed you noticed that his hands were shaking as he brought his eyes up to yours.
“I found my brother today… but he was in such a state. He’s blind.” A tear slipped down Yixing’s cheek as he looked down at his shaking hands. “He’s been living alone whilst blind… living in constant fear. I feel like such a bad brother, I wish I never had to leave him in the first place; maybe that way he’d still have his sight.”
You felt a sharp pang in your heart. You knew Yixing loved his little brother. The night in which he told you the story he spoke about him with such passion that you knew he was dedicated to him.

“Yixing I’m so sorry to hear that.” Chanyeol whispered. “But at least he’s alive and you’ve found him again. That’s the most important thing. You can both move forward with each other now.”
You smiled, Chanyeol was right at least Yixing still had a second chance it may not have been the way he pictured it but it was a chance nonetheless. Yixing nodded as he wiped the tears away from his cheeks and looked up at Chanyeol.

“You’re right. Thanks.”
There was a silence in the room before Tao took the opportunity to talk.

“Call me childish but I’m still hurt that you all suspected me as the traitor.”

“I mean I’m sorry Tao, but could you blame us. Your circumstance seemed oddly convenient.” Jongdae sighed as he gave him a weak apologetic smile.

“And I’m sorry for everything inconvenient I’ve ever done.” Kris piped up, looking down at Ara again to make sure he was okay. “Junmyeon I’m sorry for hating you for so long. When you saved Ara today… I just… Thank you.” You raised an eyebrow but you were sure it was a story that would be told another day.

“Chanyeol? Anything?” Junmyeon looked at him tilting his head on the side. Chanyeol looked awkwardly from Junmyeon to you as he cleared his throat and leaned forward in his seat.

“I uhhh nothing special. I work as a hotel tester the pay is amazing. Admittedly I did it to get away from everyone and everything…” He looked up at you. “I’m just glad we’re out of this mess and I’m sorry for bringing Y/N to the club. I feel like if she was never a part of this all it may have turned much easier and so different. I really fucked everyone over that night. And Sehun… If I got to Luhan sooner.”

“Chanyeol don’t.” You frowned. “Because that way it will make me feel bad for aiming at your foot and then it’s just starting this vicious cycle of blame all over again so stop blaming yourself. It was Luhan’s fault. He was the bastard.” You looked over at Minseok who was focusing his attention on Sehun Junior and trying to block out the mention of Sehun. You sighed. Maybe it was your turn.

“We’ve had such a hard two years. Minseok has been through a lot and I really didn’t know how to deal with it all. I really needed some help but I couldn’t find anyone to help me.” You let a tear splash on to the table not even trying to hide it. All the anger and pain had accumulated and was ready to be released. Chanyeol looked at you guiltily, he wasn’t there to comfort you when you needed him most and that was his job. “I had never seen Minseok act as crazy as he did after Sehun died and I was so scared I would lose him too. I was scared he would end his own life. It was so hard to cope but I hope we can all stay in touch and lean on each other…” Your voice began to falter away as you were trying to suppress a violently sob threatening to burst through your throat. “I know I met you in the most unconventional way but over time I learnt how to live with you all and I’m just hoping you’ll all be able to accept my son as your own.” You smiled weakly wiping your face dry as you let out a cough. Sehun had fallen asleep in Minseok’s arms now and he looked so peaceful. You hoped that was how he would always look. Peaceful. You prayed he would never have to experience anything close to what you had experienced.

“Well…” Junmyeon cleared his throat as he sat up in his seat; looking like a king amongst his subjects one final time. Staring at Junmyeon gave you a sense of hope. If he could make it then anyone could.
“I work for Genesis now; legitimately obviously alongside Senior. He treats me well now, he had his reasons for acting the way he did and now I kind of understand it all but I guess that’s a story for another day. These past two years have honestly be the hardest of my life I think of how many lives I’ve fucked up daily and I can’t get the image of Sehun out of my head and I know I’m the leader and everyone needs the leader; but nobody ever realises how much a Lion needs his Pride, how much a Hyena needs his clan, how much a Tiger needs his streak. I have needed you all so badly. I’ve struggled without you. I’ve had so many sleepless nights I’ve just needed a shoulder to cry on. But I…”  Junmyeon’s breath became heavy as he began crying and it really hit you deep. He had suffered for so long and nobody knew the extent of it.

“You know what I see when I look at you Kim Junmyeon?” Baekhyun said; his face was serious as he looked directly into Junmyeon’s face. “I see a fearless King who would do anything for his men and would fight to the death for them! Junmyeon you’re a truly exceptional man and you should never forget that.” There were grunts of agreement from around the room.

The board room.

The last time you would see this place. The last time you would have to remember all the terrible memories that were creeping and crawling within these walls. This was it. It was truly the end.
You let out a heavy breath as you  felt like a whole weight had been shifted from your shoulders and you could breathe easier again, although so much had happened you also had so much to be grateful for like your loving husband and beautiful son. Your best friend was back and now you had so many more friends to add to the list.

“Shall we?” Junmyeon stood from his seat as he made his way out of the room, you all stood up to follow him. It was finally time to bid this house adieu.


Junmyeon had covered the house with petrol from a keg that was in the basement and he joined you all outside with a lighter in his hand. All it took was to throw the lighter and that would be the end of it all. He did a final head count before he proceeded frowning as he turned to look at you.

“Wait, where’s Minseok?” Junmyeon frowned holding the lighter in his hand. You raised your arm up as if seeking permission to answer his question.

“I think I know where he is. Give me a second.” You walked back into the house and made your way up the stairs to Sehun’s old room. You knocked softly on the door and slowly turned the door knob to reveal Minseok on the other side sitting on Sehun’s bed clutching onto his bed sheets. His knuckles were white as tears were streaming down his face and his breathing was heavy. You shut the door quietly behind you as you took a seat beside him on the bed. He looked up at you through wet lashes and smiled; but you knew it was forced and it made your heart ache to see your husband in such a state.

“Y/N it’s been two years…but it’s just not getting easier. I’m so desperate to be okay. I thought I was used to loss but…I’m not.” He lowered his head into your chest and quietly sobbed. You brought your hand up to stroke his back as you kissed the top of his head.

“It’s not supposed to be easy Minseok but you learn different ways to cope. I’m here for you I know I can never really make it okay but I can help lighten the load. We have Junior too…he’s a ray of sunshine is he not?”
Minseok smiled, pulling his head away from your chest.

“Yeah he’s gorgeous. Like his mum.”
You laughed shyly. He still had that effect on you he still knew how to make you smile. You leaned forward and placed your lips on top of his; kissing him softly before pulling away again.

“We need to go now Minseok; and say to goodbye to this place forever.”
He nodded removing the pillow case on the pillow before rising from the bed.

“I just want something of his. I know I’ll never forget him, but I just want to be sure.” He scrunched it up and tucked it away best as he could in his back pocket as he exited the house with you.


“Ready?” Junmyeon asked as he did a final head count. Everyone was outside now.

“Ready!” You all shouted. Your eyes opened wide as Junmyeon threw the lighter towards the house, the trail of pretrol lighting up as though it were a domino effect. You smiled as everyone began to cheer loudly and you felt your worries and burdens melting away as you watched the house go up in flames ahead of you.

“I love you Y/N” Minseok bent down to kiss your lips and you smiled into the kiss, making it linger for a while.

“Get a room! Wait ‘til you get home to make another baby don’t do it in front of us and make sure you call it Baekhyun next time.” Baekhyun shouted loudly causing everyone to burst out into a fit of laughter. 

You were so happy that it was all over. Everything was over now you could go back to focusing on normal life.

“Guys one more thing.” Jongin said as you all began to walk away from the house. All of you promising not to look back at it as you walked on. “I’m so fucking hungry.”

Your heart relaxed as you let out a giggle; you thought he was going to say something much more sinister than that. You spoke up.
“Well then; dinner at ours? I’ll cook.”

“Sounds good to me.” Chanyeol smiled bumping into you playfully.

“Actually how about mine? I want you to meet Gen; besides I don’t want to leave him alone for too long. You can still cook though.” Yixing laughed as he felt into rhythm beside Chanyeol. You rolled your eyes but nodded regardless, you couldn’t wait to meet Yixing’s brother.
The walk back to Yixing’s house was quite long, but you didn’t mind because you finally had freedom and every step you took felt better than the last.

“Excuse me.” A voice from behind you called. Causing you all to turn around abruptly.
It was a woman you had never seen before; she was tall and her cheeks were chubby. Her hair was long and flowing and she was absolutely gorgeous. You looked around to see whom she was talking to but everyone looked just as confused. “You dropped this.” She walked up to Chanyeol and held a phone out to him. His eyes widened as he put his arm over his bum feeling his back pocket.

“Oh. Thank you.” He reached out for his phone. But his gaze lingered on hers as hers lingered on his.
You could tell by the way Chanyeol was biting his bottom lip that he was nervous and his face had turned a soft shade of red.

You knew in that moment he thought she was beautiful.

You knew that it would take Chanyeol a little while longer to get over you but it wouldn’t take much. You turned around and gave the other boys a look making them all walk on with you leaving Chanyeol staring blankly at the woman who handed him his phone.

“See you at Yixing’s Chan!” You called as you joined hands with Minseok straining yourself so you could try and hear what Chanyeol was saying before he was too far out of ear shot.

“Hi My name’s Chanyeol…and you are?”

“Dina.”

“Dina? Nice name.”

“ So is yours… Chanyeol.”


The end.


Thanks for reading guys this has honestly been so fun and such a pleasure to write. I already have plans for my next fic so I can’t wait to write it.
Thanks for all of your support.
💜

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Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 19


Summary: It’s a special day for Y/N and Jensen.
Author: sleepywinchester (prev. deanwinchester-af)

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared, Gen and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader (Nina Dobrev = Faceclaim)

Words: 5.1k+

Warnings: Fluff.

Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL!

Note: I know, It’s been a while but I’m getting used to my new job and managing my time. This is a chapter long waited for everyone, their wedding day. I wanted it to be perfect and I hope I fulfilled my expectations and yours. I would appreciate if I can get feedback? Let m,e know how you felt reading this. Which part was your favorite? Which part gave you all the feels? I would love that so much. 

Title: Love Of a Lifetime

MASTERLIST

“Breathe Y/N, Breathe.”

You repeated the words as the time to walk down the aisle came closer. The anxiety was building up a lump in your throat. After six years of dating, a child and unforgettable memories, the day was finally here. By the end of the day, you are going to be married to the man of your dreams.

You were going to be Mrs. Ackles.

What you felt wasn’t fear or anticipation. You loved Jensen and you couldn’t be happier to be his wife. But there was something inside that couldn’t let you think straight.

“Y/N? Are you ready?” Genevieve said.

You turned looking at the door, “Gen?”

“Yes?” She peeked her head into the hotel room.

Her eyes widen when she noticed your wedding dress was hanging still. You were in fact, not ready.

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Roses in Thorns (Part 3)

Summary

Being apart of the countries greatest mafia families had its problems; enemies grew from every thorn and you were one of the greatest roses to target.

You didn’t expect the greatest thorn to prick you to be he who was assigned to protect you- Jeon Jeongguk.

Genre: Angst, (the good type), drama, suspense, fluff, future smut in story line.

  • BodyguardJungkook, Mafia

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

2k (shorter chapter before the really moving stuff)

Originally posted by sugutie


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“I’m a Jeon, as you correctly guessed.” Jeongguk said, running his hands through his hair in frustration as he blew his first identity.

“A Jeon. An actual Jeon.” You said out loud in astonishment, just to make sure he was telling the truth.

You laughed hysterically.

“Let me get this straight. A Jeon is my bodyguard.” You said, unable to believe the situation that was unfolding before your eyes. Jeongguk cast his eyes down and ran his hands through his hair at your reaction. He was clearly uncomfortable.

“Yes, a Jeon. Don’t let it get to your head, princess.” He finally said, looking back up to meet your eyes again.

“I’m sorry it’s not everyday a family that rivals mine decides to put their son in as my protector.” You blurted out, still in a midst of how surprised you were by your circumstances.

Jeongguk sighed in frustration.

“So, how’d you end up here with me?” You asked still amused, getting down to the heart of the issue that was in the back of your mind.

“I…my family think I’m getting trained to take over by my uncle abroad.” Jeongguk said, and you waited for him to carry on since it wasn’t half the story.

“And?” You pressed on.

“Really, there’s not much left that’s exciting. I was with some of your fathers men at your friends party, shots were fired, I saved you, your father offered me a job. I like having to stand on my own two feet for once.”

If you were smarter, you would have questioned why Jeongguk was with your fathers men in the first place but you weren’t smart. You were a girl still unwilling to act on her infatuation with Jeon Jeongguk who was right in front of you. Your infatuation had suddenly increased ten fold, as you were sure of one part of Jeongguk’s personality: independance. He wanted to stand on his own two feet, be free in some sort. For once, you felt like someone understood you.

“You wanted to be free.” You said, more of a statement than a question.

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anonymous asked:

Hellllloooooooooooo!!!!!!! Can I please request something about the MysMe boys helping MC overcome her androphobia (fear of males)? ily btw. Please marry me

Okay but this is literally me! I use to have an extreme case of androphobia but it’s gotten better and now I’m just fearful of older men that’s another story for another day But anonny I’m not sure if you do have androphobia but if you do, I’m here for you if you ever need to talk! Plus, I used some of my own experiences with helping my own fear of men with some of these headcanons so hopefully they’ll help! Ily too anonny, you’re so sweet!~ Anyways, I sincerely hope that you enjoy!! :)


Yoosung

  • Yoosung knew something was up ever since he met you at the party, but he never thought that you’d have a phobia of men
  • Once you explain that you’re not afraid of him because you genuinely love him, Yoosung feels his heart flutter because of the obvious deep bond the two of you made
  • But he’s still extremely gentle with everything that he does so you don’t feel uncomfortable around him
  • Like instead of holding hands, Yoosung will lightly grasp your finger tips and smile telling you how much he loves you
  • When the two of you are out in public, Yoosung will always make sure that you’re by his side as he holds your finger tips, slowly helping you become more comfortable if a man brushes past you
  • But when he sees you start to become overwhelmed by the amount of men in the area, he’ll grab your hand and pull you close to his side and get you to a quieter place
  • He keeps taking you out like this for a while and about a month later, a man brushes past you hitting your shoulder and you don’t completely panic, making Yoosung the proudest boyfriend ever
  • Yoosung is extremely understanding of your androphobia and vows to keep you safe from all men no matter the cost

Zen

  • Zen is a mixture of confused and angry when he finds out about your fear of men
  • At first, he thinks that you’re scared of him, but you reassure Zen that you’re in love with him and aren’t scared of him
  • He becomes extremely protective of you and warns his male friends that if they ever get to close to you or make you feel uncomfortable, he’ll beat them into oblivion
  • When he’s with you, Zen will be careful of how he touches you, not wanting to trigger you in any way
  • He explains to you and even shows you the variety of male characters he’s played in musicals, explaining that some men vulnerable and emotional just like any other person
  • Zen also has the other RFA members hang out with you more so you’d get more use to men, trying to coax you out of your androphobia
  • When you manage to squeak out a thank you when you and Zen go out for some new clothing, he picks you up and spins you around telling you how proud he is of you
  • Zen has become your support system, he starts to help you become more comfortable around men, truly living up to his nickname as your knight in shining armor

Jumin

  • Jumin cannot wrap his head around the fact that you have a fear of men
  • He’ll ask so many questions, trying to figure out how the heck a person can just be afraid of men since he’s genuinely curious
  • With some explaining, you tell Jumin that you’re not afraid of him since you love him you’re just… afraid of men and really can’t explain it
  • He immediately hires female body guards for you and thinks about how he can help you with your androphobia with lots of failed attempts
  • When the two of you are at his company’s office one day, Jumin’s eyes widen when he sees you nervously shake a male colleague’s hand
  • Jumin kisses you on the spot, grabbing your shoulders and asking how you just did that
  • You tell Jumin that with his help, support, and love, you’ve been gradually feeling more comfortable around men, of course you still have a long way to go though
  • Jumin is determined to help you completely overcome your fear of men someday but until then, he promises to love and care for you so that you can at least never become afraid of him

Seven

  • Seven is very understanding when he finds out about your androphobia
  • He’s worried at first that you’re afraid of him but you explain to Seven that he’s different, you love him because of his kindness
  • As much as Seven wants to take just you and him on a deserted island so you wouldn’t have to see any men, he knew that facing your fear was the right option
  • Any time the the two of you were out and Seven noticed you becoming uneasy around men, he would come up with a joke to ease your nerves and even suggests that you just imagine the men that you talk to in their underwear to make you feel more relaxed
  • Surprisingly, Seven’s joke did start to help with your anxiety with men and one time you even said a quick ‘Hello’ to a complete stranger
  • He literally starts jumping for joy, exclaiming how proud he is of the progress that you’re making and giving you a big kiss -
  • Seven knows that it won’t be easy getting over your fear of men, but with his continued support and encouragement, little by little you start getting use to men thanks to the Defender of Justice

V

  • V is extremely sympathetic towards you when he finds out about your androphobia
  • Seeing the woman he loves in such a fearful state when around men makes V’s heart feel heavy and almost brings tears to his eyes
  • So V makes it his mission to help you overcome your fear of men no matter what
  • He starts by taking you to private art galleries and meeting some of his male friends, although it usually ends up you hiding behind V’s back
  • You constantly apologize to V because of your phobia but he’s the most understanding and patience person ever so he’ll give you a gentle smile and will hold you hand, telling you that everything will be okay
  • One day when you and V are out shopping, he sees you timidly asking a male stores clerk a question, making V feel pride that he never believed he could feel
  • He basically tackles you with a hug, planting small kisses all over your face telling you how proud he is of your progress
  • V knows that with your strength and determination along with his support and encouragement, one day you’ll get over your androphobia and you can guarantee he’ll take photos to document your journey together

Unknown

  • Saeran feels like he understands you when you tell him about your fear of men
  • He feels awful for forcing you into the RFA, a group that the majority of members are male, and even thinks that you’re afraid of him
  • But you tell Saeran that you feel safe around him it’s other men, usually strangers, that you feel afraid of
  • So to start showing you how bad he feels about everything he put you through, Saeran wants to help you overcome your fear
  • He basically becomes your body guard when the two of you go out in public, shoving his own anxieties away in order to help you
  • With time, you start to feel more at ease when around men, even offering a ‘thank you’ or ‘sorry’ here and there
  • You tell Saeran that you’ve become more confident around men thanks to having him by your side, making his heart sing with joy
  • Saeran will do whatever it takes to help you overcome your fear of men, he doesn’t care what it takes, as long as he can show his love to you
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Bucky x reader

Bucky’s POV.

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, cute-ass Bucky who knows exactly how to be sweet and careful.

Taglist is fixed! Please message me if you want to be tagged. (not on this post pls, just message; I just can’t keep up otherwise!) 

Originally posted by wintersthighs

Remedy (1) Remedy (2) 

“I don’t want to be alone”

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Jaebum  Ver. (Bed AU’s)

I got the idea of doing this from reading a Bed Sharing AU I found on Tumblr, you can find it here. I take no credit for these prompts, however I do take credit for writing these stories.

Mark | Jaebum | Jinyoung | Jackson | Youngjae | BamBam | Yugyeom

Kiss The Girl
Prompt -
We fell asleep on the couch together on accident, how did my hand end up in your hair? Were you breathing on my neck?! (Why did I get tingly???????)”
Pairing -
Im Jaebum/Reader
Tags -
Drinking, fluff, again hickies since they’re my fetish, suggestive snuggling, good morning anacondas, train to busan s p o i l e r s im sorry, they’re meaningful hickies tho, is that even a thing, little mermaid reference ayyyye, bambam just rly likes hello kitty ok
Word Count -
2,009 words
Author’s Note:
 I’m sorry this chapter was so shitty, I just got done with school and I have a job so I work like 5 days out of the week, and I have college and payments and bills and ew. But I will try to be as productive as I can with the other members! Enjoy!

Originally posted by wangpxppy


How you ended up like this, you have no idea.

The last thing you remember was boo-hoo crying along with Youngjae at the ending of Train to Busan, probably annoying the hell out of Yugyeom on Youngjae’s left and Jaebum on your right of the couch.

Listen, as much as they wanna complain, Su-an deserved her fucking father – the scene when he made her let go of him in the train car and he forced himself away was brutal to your heart strings – and he didn’t deserve to die in the end. Neither did the buff dude who’s name couldn’t come to mind at the time in writing this story.

“Hey, (Y/N)-ah?” Youngjae sniffled out your name, you remembered, causing you to look over and he wiped his eyes. “Could you get me another s-soju, please…?” He asked and you nodded, getting up from your spot next to an already passed out Jaebum, head tilted back on the arm of the couch, exposing his neck and god you had way to many drinks.

You remember wiping your tears and trying to worm your way through the sea of bodies across your living room, slung across one another in slumber.

However, there were six things you woke up to in the morning that you were prepared for.

And one thing you weren’t.

BamBam was curled up on the coffee table with a Hello Kitty blanket and a neck pillow (you honestly weren’t surprised he could fit on there, he’s so skinny-).

Yugyeom and Jinyoung were on the floor to the right of the coffee table, Yugyeom using Jinyoung’s sweater as a blanket, and Jinyoung using Yugyeom’s stomach as a pillow.

Youngjae was laying on the loveseat, Coco (yes, he brought his dog) sleeping on his chest while Mark was on the floor in front of that sofa.

Jackson was snoring quietly in the recliner with one knee pulled up to his chest rather uncomfortably, and his other sprawled out on the foot rest.

All those were expected. Even your slight hangover was expected.

However, the thing that caught your attention was the thick arm curling around your waist, keeping you pinned beneath the owner and the couch. You were on your back, but you couldn’t see the face of who was currently making you suffer from so much body heat. However, you could feel a few things that gave you an idea.

He was breathing in and out slowly, his mouth moving slightly against the expanse of your throat as he stirred and you weren’t sure if you were still dreaming because no way in hell can this be who you think it is. But all the signs did scream yes. The silky black strands your right hand was entangled in, the piercings you could feel resting against your shoulder, the other hand poking into your thigh-

Wait a minute.

If your head is resting on one arm of his.

One hand of yours is in his hair.

His other arm is around your waist.

And your other hand is fisted in his shirt.

Oh-

Oh my god.

That’s a dick.

That’s his dick.

His dick is hard-

Im Jaebum’s dick is hard-

and it’s-

now poking into your leG.

p a n i c-

Then the lips that were pressed against your neck began to part. And that was when the panic began to low-key set in. Open-mouthed kisses were placed on the space just over your jugular, kisses that had you squirming in the best ways. You were actually enjoying yourself. Until you realized how incredibly wrong it was as to what you were doing.

You liked Jaebum, but he didn’t like you. And it was wrong of you to let him do this to you, knowing that he had no idea it was you who he was doing it to. His morning wood had nothing to do with you, his closeness, his tongue technology (a to the g to the u to the sTD- sorry) all of it had nothing to do with you. It was just his dream, and it didn’t involve you-

“(Y/N)~”

Or, dreams do come true and he just moaned your fucking name.

His voice startled you, causing you to jump. Which was a bad idea. Because that caused him to switch positions, so now he was on the bottom (hehe, bottom) and you were laying over him, his arms tightly around your torso so you weren’t moving anytime soon.

aND YOU COULD feEL his dICK.

Anaconda. Cock-A-Doodle-Do. Pool Noodle. Hot Dog. Banana. Incredible Hulk. The terms are endless but it was there and o h m y g o d. Do you scream, do you cry, who the fuck knows.

You were about to wake him up when what he said next had your face redder than whatever ‘set’ he was complaining about. “Black makes you look sexier, (Y/N), more dangerous… I like it.” Fuc- it’s okay, you were fine.

“Jaebum… Jaebum-” You called softly, lightly patting his cheek but all that got was a nose twitch and a small groan. You sighed, before it dawned on you. You’d liked Jaebum for a while… when were you going to get another chance like this? You always thought since you were the third oldest out of the group of friends, two months older than BamBam, that he saw you as some kid. I mean, you two talked amongst each other about photography and such, but he never looked like he saw more of you.

Well, this was a game changer.

Taking all the courage you had, you leaned down and you kissed him. It was quick, barely even a full second, but you pulled back and scanned his face, but found no signs of consciousness.

Until he smirked a few seconds later.

“I knew you liked me, (Y/N).”

His sleepy smirk turned into a full on grin as he flipped the two of you once again, now both your hands on your stomach and his on either side of you, holding himself up. God, he looked gorgeous even when he was just getting up; his hair matted on one side, his voice deeper than ever, it rivaled Jackson’s even.

You were pretty sure that you looked a mess.  Ruined eyeliner from crying with Youngjae at the end of the movie – your breath probably smelled straight from a dumpster with how much you’d drank combined morning breath and it didn’t sound like that good of a combination. You probably even had some drool dried on your chin.

You were sputtering like a dying engine trying to figure out what the hell to say. But he said it for you. “I… I know that I don’t seem like I have feelings… for really anything.” He confessed, catching your attention down to his plush pink lips just begging for yours. “Jinyoung and Youngjae have been working with me on that- I promise.” He added, slightly caressing your cheek with his thumb.

Oh my god, shut up I have a hangover let me sleep!” BamBam croaked out in his slightly deep voice – it was in English, surprisingly, rather than Korean or even Thai – and he just rolled over on his back to face the other way, the small Hello Kitty blanket barely covering his thin, lanky form.

This caused the tension in the room to shift. With you frozen beneath him, after the outburst from BamBam it caused you to go into a fit of giggles; ones you hushed yourself with your hand to keep from waking him up more. Jaebum was no better, biting his bottom lip to stop from laughing himself. After you two calmed down, he resumed his monologue.

Do you think he practiced it?

He totally practiced it.

For the sake of your own ego, you led yourself to believe he practiced it.

“I know I might treat you like a kid sometimes, but that’s just because I’m scared of getting close to someone… someone I like a lot and have them leave me in the dust just for my fame. But I-… I know you won’t do that to me, (Y/N)… right?”

God, it broke your heart to hear such things come from the singer’s mouth. He’d been your friend since he was in the JJ Project, when you and Youngjae were just itty bitty trainees at JYP. Then, you’d landed a job in the production of GOT7, and were a on a team as a artist for their albums and their brand. But you always were honest with everyone, especially the GOT7 members, they were like family to you.

But Jaebum… he was more. He made your heart flutter with every passing glance.

You’d had a crush on him, even in his awkward blonde  JJP phase with Jinyoung – who was like an older brother to you. You would barely talk to Jaebum as a trainee, and when you weren’t cutting it for debut, you were surprised to find yourself in JYPD-nim’s office, and have him tell you that you got a job instead.

You didn’t know it, but when Jaebum was told of the trainees that weren’t debuting and were being let go from the company, he had to make sure you were kept on the team. He didn’t know how to tell you of his feelings for you, but he would keep you around until he did.

And here he was.

C O N F E S S I N G.

“S-So, (Y/N), will you-”

“Yes. Yes, a billion times yes, just.. one thing.”

He tilted his head, a big sleepy grin on his face at your acceptance of his feelings as well as reciprocation. “What’s that?”

You bit your lip to hide your smile.

“Kiss me?”

And he sure as hell did. He kissed everywhere – your eyelids, nose, cheeks, chin, lips, everywhere he could reach, leaving you in giggles. Until he kissed somewhere that had you making other noises that you had to clasp your hand over your mouth to hide.

He left exactly five marks on your skin. One for each year he knew you. One for each year that he should have told you. One for each year he left behind with you.

Just as he was finishing the last one, with you just barely managing to push him away from your neck so you could have a minute to breathe without it being into your hand, you heard a round of 'ooh’s’ sounding around the room.

“Jaebummie-hyung got some!”

Oh my god, Yugyeom. Go back to sleep.

“Good, now he’ll stop complaining about her talking with Jackson more than him.”

That was Jinyoung.

“She doesn’t talk with me that much more!”

You were red in the face.

“Aish! You woke up Coco and now I have a headache!”

“Yah, Youngjae-ah, I think there’s pills in the bathroom-”

Everyone was awake aside from BamBam, who was still snoring comfortably on the coffee table, passed out drunk.

And here you were, buried under Jaebum with marks littering your neck from him.

“Come, Jaebum! Kiss the girl!”

Jaebum looked down at you, a big grin on his face.