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Do you think on the ride home Dean took off his flannel and made Cas put it on to replace his bloody shirt?

“I really am alright, Dean. You don’t need to sit back here with me.”

Dean ignores Castiel’s reassurances, just like he has been ignoring them for the last fifteen minutes.


“Cork it, Cas! Mom’s drivin’, Sam’s shotgun, and I’m back here with you, makin’ sure you’re really holdin’ it together. That’s just the way it’s gonna be so stop tryin’ to fight me on it!”

Both Mary and Sam give each other wide-eyed looks, but stay quiet—knowing that Dean is still processing everything that had happened back in the barn. He’s still drowning in the feeling of being out of control, and it’s driving him absolutely nuts.

“Here, Ma” Dean grunts, shoving the Impala’s keys at the woman and then turning back to tend to his angel.

She swiftly nods and takes the keys before ushering her other son around the far side of the car—and then, all at once, they climb in to join Castiel, who has already been carefully placed in the backseat by Dean’s steady hands.

“Does it hurt anywhere?” Dean asks—slightly calmer now but his voice still has a rattle to it.

“No, Dean. I’m feeling fine—just like I said before.”

“Well, you don’t look fine. You’re kinda pale. Sam, doesn’t he look pale to you?”

Sam turns around and gives Cas a sympathetic look before shrugging silently at his older brother, knowing that his opinion doesn’t really matter right now anyway.

“Yeah, see—Sam thinks so. You should lean back a bit.”

“These seats don’t recline, Dean.”

Dean frowns at him. “Then scoot down a little! Jesus, Cas … I’m just tryin’ to make sure you’re okay!”

“I am okay … I have already told you—”

“Scoot down, Castiel!” Mary grits  firmly from the front of the car—glaring at him through the rearview mirror, eyes flicking back and forth between the angel and her eldest son.

He wants to protest again, but then Castiel nods, finally understanding that the only one not fine right now, is Dean, and doing what he asks—no matter how pointless it is, will make him feel a little better … a little more useful. Cas scoots down in his seat.

Dean smiles, happy that his friend is finally listening to him. “Alright then … better?”

Castiel stops himself from rolling his eyes. “Yes … better.”

The proud smirk that immediately graces Dean’s face seems to trim away the tension in the car—until the moment that the folds of Cas’s coat fall away, exposing the dirty, blood-stained white button up beneath. “Oh … shit, man! That looks bad!” the man yelps as soon as he sees it.

Castiel squints and cocks his head to the side, finally following Dean’s eyes down to where the usually clean looking garment, is now a tattered mess strewn about his body. “Oh. Yes, well … I can just—” Cas begins, already lifting his hand to will the mess away, but he stops mid motion—cutting the magic short because the man beside him is starting to fidget in his seat. “Dean? What are you …”

Dean teeters back and forth, wriggling from side to side in the confined space until he finally manages to free one of his arms from the black coat and plaid overshirt that he’s wearing.

“Hold on … almost …” Dean soon rocks all the way over until his head is practically in Cas’s lap—but he doesn’t seem to notice because he’s too focused on freeing his other hand. “There!” he yelps victoriously, finally holding up the plaid shirt for everyone in the car to see.

Sam nods and Mary holds back a chuckle, and Cas just continues to stare at the man—confused and slightly annoyed by everything that he’s doing.

“Okay, Cas. Your turn” Dean says after another moment, eventually turning happy eyes back on the angel.

“My turn?” Cas asks, feeling suddenly nervous about what he’s expected to do.

“Yep” Dean chirps, looking Castiel up and down with a long pull. “Strip and put this on.” He holds the flannel out towards him, but he doesn’t hand it to the angel just yet, as if he’s planning on dressing him himself … and at this point, Cas wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what Dean had in mind.

“Dean …” Castiel grumbles again, now—rolling his eyes for all to see. “You realize that I can fix this, don’t you?”

Dean only grips the shirt tighter in his hand.

“I am an angel … I have the power to—”

“Just put on the damn shirt!” All three Winchesters bark in unison.

And that makes the angel finally throw up his hands in defeat. “Alright!” he exclaims, quickly sitting straight and leaning forward so that he can work his body free from his coat. But before he can completely shimmy it off, Dean’s hands are on him, fiddling with the buttons of Cas’s dirty white shirt. “Um … what are you doing?”

Helping” Dean snaps, but his cheeks are turning red and his hands are starting to shake against the angel’s chest.

Cas stares at him a moment, and then up to the front of the car where Sam and Mary are vehemently avoiding eye contact with anything but the road. So he turns back, just as Dean undoes the final button and pushes the cloth aside, displaying every inch of Castiel’s unmarred skin.

The man then stills for some time—never looking away and holding his breath until the second Castiel is finally able to speak.

You see, Dean … I’m all healed.”

Dean quirks up the side of his mouth, but his face quickly falls flat again, while his eyes bounce away and back several times, seeming torn as to where to look now.

After that, it only takes another minute for Cas to slip out of the ruddy, old shirt and into Dean’s flannel—and for the first time since they left the barn, Dean doesn’t interfere, nor do Mary and Sam act like anything is happening just behind their heads. In fact, the frenzied tone of their drive has seemed to mellow, and even Dean appears to have settled down; although, his hands still twitch with the need for something to do … which doesn’t go unnoticed by the angel at his side.

Castiel sighs, flicking his eyes down towards the soft plaid that’s now draped over his own shoulders—the fabric is warm and smells like Dean; so just as he begins to fasten the last two buttons, he purposely skips one—so the thing is now bunching up across his stomach. “There” he confirms, drawing Dean’s focus back to the task at hand, and of course—Dean notices the mistake instantly.

“Ah—jeez, Cas … you’re helpless, ya know that?” Dean mutters with a smile, reaching over eagerly to straighten out the buttons and get them all in the right order.

But Castiel just smiles too, taking the moment to take in the worried Winchester—his charge, his family … a man that he loves—and he nods. “You’re right. What would I do without you?”

This is the most famous photo of Champ, the Lake Champlain monster. It was taken in 1977 by Sandra Mansi who was out with her family on the lake. As her sons waded in the water and she and her fiancé looked after them, Sandra noticed what she thought was a school of fish about 150 yards from the shore. After a little bit “the head and neck broke the surface of the water” and when her fiancé quickly ushered her sons out of the water, she snapped the photo with her camera. Sandra estimates the creature surfaced for four to seven minutes as they watched it. The original photo has been looked at by several experts and they can find no evidence of tampering with the photo to fake it. As of now, this is the most solid evidence of a monster in Lake Champlain.

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Rated K | Stoick’s Reaction to Hiccstrid being together | Post RTTE Season 4

Alright, so I think we all really want to see Stoick’s reaction to Hiccstrid being together in the next season of RTTE, but I just can’t wait any longer! I typed this up for you all, and I really want to do some of the others reactions as well. (Like Dagur’s, Gobber’s, Heathers… you know. The few people who still don’t know :D) I also want to do some pre- RTTE season 4 stuff, where the rest of the gang is still trying to get used to the whole idea of Hiccstrid dating. :D

               Anyways, enjoy!

Stoick nearly skipped as he made his way through the village. He was happy, and when he was happy, he had to admit, he got rather giddy. But, since he was chief, he forced himself to walk steadily and with the confidence that a chief should have. I mean- he had it, but at the moment, the only emotion he wanted to show was how outright happy he was.

               He hummed softly to himself, walking pleasantly towards the Great Hall. Today had been a great day for Berk. The harvest was promising to be a plentiful one, so come winter everyone should have more than enough supplies. Not only that, but Trader Johan had showed up with even more winter supplies, more important stuff like cloth, fabric, boots, hide, and of course gossip.

               Another thing that made Stoick happy was that Hiccup and the others had returned from the Edge. It had been wonderful news to hear that Viggo was gone, having fallen into the Volcano a mere three days ago. It made Stoick feel free to breath with ease again, now knowing that his son and his friends were safe.

               But… there was still something up. The riders returned, yes, but they all acted very… strange.

               Snotlout and Fishlegs would start giggling randomly whenever he passed them, and the twins would suddenly look guilty, sneaky, shy, or bursting at the seams whenever he spoke to them. Tuffnut would often hold his breath, looking as though he were about to explode but trying to contain himself.

               Then there was Hiccup, who acted normal for the most part around everyone else, except for Stoick. He’d stutter and make hasty (and very very very lame) excuses to leave the room, or to escape for a flight. Stoick rarely saw the boy anymore.

               Astrid seemed fairly normal as well. She spoke the same, joked with him, but Stoick hadn’t missed that whenever he mentioned Hiccup’s name she’d spark to attention a bit, or she’d secretly smile when she thought he wasn’t looking. And he had to admit he was rather irritated with her when he’d explained his problem about Hiccup’s stuttering and avoidance of Stoick to her. She’d merely blushed and stammered a reply, something like “I’m sure he has his reason, sir.”

               Something just wasn’t right. What were they hiding from him? Was something wrong with Hiccup? Did he get wounded? Was he sick or ill or… anything?

               Not to mention Dagur’s visit yesterday. It had been very strange. He’d arrived along with Heather, both looking for some supplies and just checking up. It

had been rather awkward at first, but the two chiefs soon gotten acquainted and were talking like old friends. But when Dagur began talking about Heather and Fishlegs, Stoick had piped up about Hiccup and Astrid, voicing his wish that those two would just admit their feelings together already and get married before he got too old to have fun with grandkids. At first Dagur had just blinked, then he burst into laughter and clapped Stoick on the back, all the while chortling. “I’m sure it’ll happen someday Stoick!”

               Something was up. And Stoick was dying to know what it was. If only his son wasn’t so stubborn (Dang it if Gobber wasn’t right. Hiccup did take after his father…) shy, or whatever it was he was about telling Stoick what was going on. If he didn’t spill soon, Stoick might just have to force it out of him.

               But he pushed all that aside for the time being, not wanting troubles like that to destroy his entire night. He looked about, noticing how it was late dusk now, the sky a dark blue with a few colors in the distance. The evening air was cool, but not too cold. Just cold enough for him to wear his furs. Not many people were out in the streets. Perhaps only one or two late stragglers heading towards the Hall for the evening meal. That’s where Stoick was heading, because he was utterly famished and desperately needed food or his good day might very well come to an end.

               He just came to the first flight of stairs that led to the Great Hall, where he paused and turned to look over his village with pride. Now, not a single person was out- except for the patrols of course. But the civilians were all in the bustling Great Hall by this time. He smiled and nodded his head, turning on his heel to head up the flight of stone stairs.

               But he paused when he heard a soft laugh. He froze in position, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. Who was still out at this time of night? Everyone should be in the Hall eating. And as far as he’d seen, everyone was.

               He stepped closer to the stone wall that separated him from the grass below. He was only about six feet above the ground now, but he could still hear what the person was saying fairly well.

               The laugh was definitely female, and he rolled his eyes, supposing it must be Ruffnut, that sneaky little-

               “You should tell him.” The feminine voice said, making Stoick’s thoughts disappear. That wasn’t Ruffnut, that was definitely Astrid’s voice!

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A Fresh Start (part 1)

My long awaited Single Mom AU is here! Will be updated weekly on Tuesdays. I hope you guys enjoy ^^

Setting: Single Mom AU

Pairings: NaLu (Other major ships included.)

Summary: Lucy Heartfilia was a single mother of a three year old boy. Between her new job and raising her son by herself, she had no time for anything else, especially finding love. That is until Lucy finds herself having a crush on local firefighter Natsu Dragneel… who also happened to be her son’s soccer coach. Nothing awkward about this situation, right?

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“Kade! Where are you sweetheart?” Lucy called out for her three year old son. 

“Here Mommy!”

Lucy sighed in relief as she seen him come out of his now empty bedroom. She kneeled over to his height putting a hand on his light blonde hair. “The moving van is ready to leave sweetheart, are you ready to go to your new home?”

“Yeah! I can’t wait for daycare!” Kade said happily, his chocolate eyes sparkling.

Lucy smiled sadly at her son. He was three years old, but she couldn’t afford to put him in a daycare of any kind in this town due to her income. It’s just been him and her 24/7 since Kade was born. Its been a long three years… but things were finally starting to pick up. Lucy was offered a job at Sorcerer Weekly four hours away in Magnolia. With the money she’s saved up plus the very nice pay raise she was receiving she could finally afford to give her son everything he deserved, even if she couldn’t afford the things she wanted. Kade came before everything and anything, especially herself.

Her son was her whole world.

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from the beginning; taegi

genre: fluff (poly au)

words: 3.9K

summary: taehyung, yoongi and you have been the best of friends since you were kindergarden. as you grew older, your bond grew stronger and feelings developed. what happens when you’re all in love with one another?

members: taehyung & yoongi from bts

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

A/N: so, you baby stars seem to really like poly! au’s (who doesn’t?lol) so I figured I might as well post another poly scenario! there are many more poly scenarios coming out in the near future, so please anticipate that! (AS WELL AS THE GOT7 & BTS COMEBACKS COMING UP!! I’M SO HYPED!!) you can request any poly scenarios, our ask box is always open!  anywho, I hope you baby stars have a good day! love you! happy reading! x

Min Yoongi & Kim Taehyung.

Those were the names that were nearest and dearest to your heart. Those were the names of people who brightened your days, made you laugh until your stomach hurt, and made you smile so much your cheeks hurt. Those were the names of your best friends. Those were the names of the people you loved most in the entire world.

Your sweet age old story started off one summer day, a few days before you were destined to go off to your first day at kindergarten. Since your family was in fact very new to the neighbourhood you moved to just days ago, your parents decided to hold a house warming party to somewhat welcome themselves to your new neighbours.

 You went through an unusually long process of your mother getting you ready for the party, your mother slipping you into one of most classiest dresses reserved for your tea parties and styling your hair like those princess Barbie dolls you owned, she even used her own make-up on you (by your request because you unknowingly wanted to attract boys of your age like your mother said the lipstick she put on you would do). After being dressed like those glamorous princesses out of the majestic fairytales your father would read to you every night at bed time, your mother immediately dragged you by your tiny and chubby hand towards a family of three, a tall and fuzzy ginger haired women dressed in a emerald silk dress with her pearls, a slightly taller man with a nightmare of a haircut and a 70’s styled suit, and a brown haired shy boy around your age that hid behind his mother’s leg.

 You didn’t bother listening in on the conversation your parents created with the new arrivals to their party, remembering how your mother said it was wrong to listen to adult’s discussions. Instead, your eyes purely focused on the boy that hid submissively behind his mother. You found it particularly strange that he hid away, mostly because you didn’t do anything like that because you were more of an out-going child that constantly wanted to the centre of attention, which seemed to be the opposite for the boy, who disappeared behind his mother.

  “Oh, Taehyung,” You heard his mother call out for her son as she turned her head slightly, using her hand to gently push Taehyung into your parents and your view. “You don’t have to hide behind mommy’s back. These are very friendly people, they won’t bite you.” She teased with a breathless chuckle.

 It sounded like this Taehyung character made a noise from the back of his throat that clearly stated didn’t exactly like the idea of interacting with others, a wave of confusion washing over you because you realised the two of you couldn’t be more different. He was shy and reserved, you were out-going and socially active. He was silent most of the time, you were loud all the time. He desperately hoped that no attention would be brought upon himself, and you, were the complete opposite. But it was your rare similarities and various differences that brought you two together that day.

He slowly but surely moved himself away from his mother, standing as close to her as possible with his eyes glued to the ground, his chocolate brown bangs falling right in front of his eyes, preventing you from making any eye-contact with the mysterious boy who had his hands behind his back.

 "Y/N,“ Your mother called out for you as your ears perked upwards at the sound of her voice, your eyes locking with her eyes that were always filled with gentleness and love. "This is Taehyung, your new friend.”

You turned your head to face the boy, watching as his own mother introduced you to him, both your fathers venturing off to stand by the ice cold pool outside while talking over a couple of beers. You beamed a toothy grin towards Taehyung when you saw him take his first look at you, confused to see a dark shade of pink coat his cheeks as he averted his eyes from you yet again.

 "Sorry, he’s painfully shy. Especially with people he doesn’t really know,“ His mother apologised with a sheepish smile, ushering her son forwards as he stepped closer to you. With his eyes still glued to the tattered and dried up mud covered converse he wore, he presented you with a pretty and vibrant yellow sunflower that had been hiding behind his back the entire time.

 "What’s this for?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow.

 Taehyung cleared his throat, nervously stuttering out, “My-my mommy said if-if I saw a p-pretty girl, I should give her a-a flower, so she feels happy.”

You heard your mother coo at his heart-warming words while your cheeks suddenly started to feel as if they were just mere centimetres from the flaming hot Sun. You couldn’t resist but smile at his gesture, as well as his shy nature, thinking to yourself that he was someone really cute you could have loads of fun with during your weekly tea parties.

 You took the sunflower from the boy, witnessing him peek at you from his slightly parted bangs as you admired the flower. You looked over at Taehyung, the boy straightaway looking to the floor as you said, “Thank you, Taehyung.”

 "You’re welcome, Y/N.“

 Even if you couldn’t see it with the way he looked down at the ground, you could just tell he was smiling.

  "Why don’t you two kids hang out together? Maybe you can have a tea party upstairs in your room?” Your mother suggested to you, an excited gasp leaving your lips as you hastily agreed to her suggestion, not noticing how your mother and Taehyung’s mother chuckled at your burst of energy.

 "Come on, Taehyung. Let’s go!“ You cheered enthusiastically, grabbing a hold of Taehyung’s hand as you bolted up the stairs, a smile painting itself into your face when you heard the amused laughter of Taehyung behind you.

 Since that very day you had your first tea party with Taehyung, who gladly wore another princess dress you had in your wardrobe over his adorable suit and tie, you two had become inseparable. From fun play dates after school, to exciting sleepovers on the weekends, the two of you established a concrete friendship that didn’t seem to be a temporary thing, but a life-long thing. Although the two of you were more or less complete opposites from one another, this proved to be the thing that bettered your friendship. You were jam, he was peanut butter. You were the baby blue sky, he was the white puffy clouds. You were the salt, and he was the pepper. You couldn’t have the one without the other, and that’s how it was for at least a month or so.

 That was until an ordinary day at school, where there was an exception to your peanut butter and jam sandwich. There was a new student in school, his name was Min Yoongi. Like you, he was fairly new to the neighbourhood and had yet to make friends. At break time, while the other kids chased each other around the playground, screaming their lungs out, Yoongi sat on one of the swings made out of car tire, slowly swinging while he watched others, wishing he could be apart of whatever fun they indulged themselves in.

 "Oh crackers, the swings are taken,” Taehyung mentioned with his bottom lip protruding out, all the while you closely observed the lonely Min Yoongi who was occupying the swings you and Taehyung usually sat in during break. “Y/N?”

 "We should try and be friends with him,“ You insisted with a pitiful gaze at the pale blonde haired boy that swung himself on the swings at an incredibly slow pace.

 "Why? Are you bored of me already?” Taehyung was quick to ask, your head turning in his direction to see his frightened facial expression. “Crackers, I knew I should of have given you more flowers.”

“I’m not bored of you, Taehyung,” You laughed, playfully shoving his shoulder as you went on to say, “I just think he needs a friend. I wouldn’t like not having any friends.”

“True,” Taehyung easily agreed before he looked at Yoongi himself. “He looks like a ghost.”

“Don’t be rude,” You aggressively smacked his arm, hearing your best friend wince in pain. “Let’s go talk to him, and be nice, okay?”

“Okay,” Taehyung agreed right away, the two of you walking towards the two sets of swings and standing before Yoongi.

 He seemed somewhat confused when he first saw you approaching him, almost as if he wondering what you were doing there. Despite of his unwavering confused expression, you smiled brightly at him and introduced yourself, “Hi, I’m Y/N, and this is my friend, Taehyung.”

“Hello.” Taehyung greeted hesitantly, reminding you of the first time you met one another at your parents house warming party.

  “Hi,” Yoongi greeted the two of you back, the ends of his lips not even twitching into a smile when he said hi to the two of you.

 "Do you wanna play with us?“ You asked the pale boy whose skin hadn’t gotten any sun lately.

 "It will be fun,” Taehyung interjected with a confident head nod, attempting to convince Yoongi to play with the two of you because he knew that’s what you wanted. To him, it didn’t really matter what he wanted, what only mattered to him was what mattered to you.

Yoongi shrugged carelessly, hopping off the swing he previously sat on and replied with a calm, “Okay. Let’s go.”

 He walked in front of the two of you, his footsteps leading towards the set of colourful monkey bars nearby. As the two of you walked behind him, Taehyung nudged you in the arm and whispered, “I don’t think he’s happy.”

 "He will be,“ You assured your best friend, your promise to him turning out to become true in the matters of minutes as all three of you hung from the monkeys, your heads and arms dangling to the floor as you all laughed, and for the first time that day, you looked between Yoongi and Taehyung and thought you couldn’t be happier than you were at that point.

 Months after you and Taehyung talked Yoongi into playing with you on the monkey bars, the three of you - just like you and Taehyung had been before - became inseparable. The three of you were constantly together, whether it was sitting next to each other in class, accompanying your mother on her multiple trips to the grocery store, or even going to the bathroom together. It was extremely rare to see the three of you apart, and everyone knew that. The only odd thing about your friendship was that you’d only have play dates at either your house or Taehyung’s house, Yoongi’s house was never an option. Whenever you’d ask to have a sleepover or play date at his home, he’d always come back with a sad murmur of, ”no“ and that would be the end of that.

 Of course you wondered why you couldn’t go over to the house, or why one time three older people came to pick him up at school the one afternoon and called the two men ‘dad’ and the women 'mom’, but because you were still a kid, you didn’t ponder on your thoughts much.

 "I can’t wait to become an adult,” Taehyung beamed as he happily kitten licked his chocolate ice cream while swinging his legs as the three of you sat on the edge of your emptied out swimming pool. “I wanna get married, but I wanna get married to the two of you.”

 "That sounds awesome,“ You giggled, your lips smeared with melting strawberry ice cream as they formed into a gleeful smile.

 "But I don’t think that can happen. Three people can’t be together,” Taehyung insisted with a frown, gazing down at the tiled floor of the swimming pool.

  “Yes, they can,” Yoongi confirmed out of nowhere, taking one lick of his vanilla flavoured ice cream before he continued on to say, “My parents are married, and there’s three of them. So, it can happen.”

 "Wow, really?! I didn’t know!“ Taehyung responded in shook, being rather dramatic when expressing his shock, so much so that he managed to knock his chocolate scoop of ice cream into the empty pool. ”Crackers!“

"So, those two men and one women I saw the other day are your parents?” You questioned Yoongi, who nodded affirmatively. “That’s so cool! I wanna have two husbands!”

“You will,” Yoongi beamed, his joyful gummy smile on full display as he reached out and held your hand, your sticky ice cream covered hands holding one another as Yoongi went on to say, “Taehyung and I will be your husbands.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung reassured you as he slung his arm around your shoulders, obnoxiously chewing on the remaining cone of his ice cream as he said with a mouthful of crunching cone, “We’ll get married and live happily ever after.”

And you firmly believed that.

 As the years went by, your friendship only seemed to grow even stronger. Even through the awkward years of puberty, where you were discovering an immense amount of facts about yourself, you three stuck together. Through thick and thin, through thick and thin, your mother always use to say.

 However, somewhere along the existence of your friendship, your friendly love for your two best friends began to convert itself into a love that was anything but friendly. Every hug, every smile, every touch made your heart flutter in ways that no boys that tried to catch your attention could of ever done. But the scary thing about it was, it wasn’t just Taehyung you had these feelings for, it was also Yoongi you developed feelings for.

 It was very unlikely that you would fall for both of you, seeing as both of them were different from one another. Something happened within those years of your friendship that made Taehyung change from that cute and shy boy next door to this highly attractive, but still extremely adorable confident embodiment of sex appeal. He was confident, he was popular amongst your classmates in high school, he spoke his mind, he was daring, he was talkative, yet still treated you like you were made out of fine glass and always cared deeply for you and you loved it endlessly.

Yoongi was the complete opposite. He wasn’t much of a social butterfly and preferred to remain indoors, explaining his light complexion. He was always quiet around people besides you and Taehyung, he never drew attention to himself, and that mysterious part of him, along with the part of him you connected with, the part of him that didn’t mind how you drew attention to the two of you as he cracked a funny joke, the part of him that was willingly to give you his umbrella during a heavy storm, the part of him that made your heart beat faster than usual made up the person you had fallen in love with.

 Since you were too blinded by your own feelings towards your two best friends, you didn’t notice that they themselves had fallen for you and each other. Being in such a closely bonded relationship was bond to result in at least one of you falling in love, and this case, everyone fell in love. All three of you — with one another. Surprisingly, it didn’t scare neither of you to be in love with two people, mostly because of Yoongi’s parents who were a product of that. They were three people that were very much in love with one another, so it wasn’t something out of the ordinary when all tree of you discovered your feelings for one another.

One day, when the birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and everything seemed right with the world, Yoongi had finished reading yet another book about how two best friends had fallen in love each other and finally admitted their feelings to one another, and couldn’t take it anymore. All those months of keeping his feelings to himself, having to tell himself to refrain from confessing because he was scared of your reactions, having to bite his tongue whenever he oh so desired to say, 'I love you’ — he had had enough, and it was finally time for him to confess, no matter what the consequences were.

Yes, Yoongi was scared, afraid, petrified, of ruining your friendship that meant more to him than anything in the entire world, and yes, he was risking everything with just by wanting to say those words that gave away his true feelings. But, he was more scared, afraid, terrified, of living in a world in which he repeatedly kept his feelings to himself, and ultimately watched you two fall in love with other people, or each other.

 Therefore, after he put on some clothes that were decent enough to be worn outside, he rushed downstairs and was just about to bolt out of the door and confess, that was until he heard his mother call out for him, “Yoongi?!”

 Yoongi sighed as he stopped in his tracks, his hand on the doorknob as he turned himself around and faced his mother that was covered in baking ingredients and wore a pink apron. “Where are you going?”

 "I’m…“ Yoongi debated telling his mother the truth for a moment as he nibbled on his lower lip before he admitted, ”I’m going to confess to Y/N,“

"That’s great!”

“—And Taehyung.”

His mother’s mouth gaped open for a spilt second, all before tears of joy began to gather in her eyes and a proud smile brought itself upon her never ageing face. “That’s great, honey. I hope it all goes well.”

“Thanks, mom,” Yoongi smiled, “Goodluck with your…”

“Red velvet cake,” His mother answered for him, “We’re celebrating our anniversary today because your dad can’t celebrate it on Saturday.”

“Oh, save me a slice,” Yoongi mentioned with a hungry lick of the lips, the taste of red velvet cake already on the tip of his tongue.

 "Of course,“ His mother smiled, ”Now go, go, go!“

"Bye mom!” Yoongi yelled out as he dashed out of the front door and climbed onto his scooter before driving to the flower store in town, missing his mother calling both his fathers and informing them of their son that was possibly be in a poly relationship, just like theirs.

 Both you and Taehyung were returning from an afternoon spent at the nearby mall, the two of you grabbing a bite to eat at a burger joint before catching a movie. After your afternoon that was filled with laughter, tears, smiles and fond gazes, you two were making your way back to your own house to spend some time together, giving you the perfect opportunity to invite Yoongi over and confess your feelings to both of them.

 As you two laughed about a funny part in the movie you two watched an hour ago, you heard the familiar buzz of a scooter and turned around upon hearing the sound, “Yoongi?”

Yoongi parked his red scooter onto your driveway, not even attempting to pick it up off the floor when it fell after he stood upwards, as he breathlessly strolled towards the two of you, his mint green strands of hair sticking to his forehead as he held two bouquets of what you saw were sunflowers.

  “Here,” He handed over the two bouquets to both you and Taehyung, panting heavily with his hands on his knees as he managed to say, “I drove…all the way…into town…to get these for…for you two.”

“Why?” You asked curiously, glancing at Taehyung for any answers, to which he shrugged his shoulders at.

 "Because,“ Yoongi took in one deep breath in, and let one out as he stood straight and looked at both of you. ”Because pretty people deserve sunflowers, so they’ll feel happy.“

You smiled at his choice of words, your mind going back to the memory of Taehyung when the two of you had just met at your parents house warming party. Oh, how time has just flown by after that day.

  "That’s so-”

“—And because I’m in love with the two of you.”

The rest of your sentence died on the tip of your tongue, both yours and Taehyung’s eyes widened when you heard the words fall from Yoongi’s lips. He was in love with you, with the both of you, just like you were with him and Taehyung. That blew your mind.

 "I’m in love with the two of you, equally,“ He said it again, and there was a certain beauty and sense of relief as to the way he said those words. "I know this is very unexpected, but fuck, I needed to say something before it was too late. I’m in love with the both of you, and just like when we were kids, I want to get married to the both of you.”

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Taehyung was the first to speak up between the two of you that Yoongi just revealed that he was in love with.

 "I was afraid,“ Yoongi admitted with a regretful sigh, "I was afraid of losing this amazing friendship we have because my feelings got in the way of it. But, I realised that today I was even more afraid of watching you fall in love with people that weren’t me,”

And that was the exact moment in which you cracked. All those months of falling in love with your best friends came crashing down on you, and forced you to blurt out, “I’m in love with both of you, too.”

Taehyung jumped, his eyes as large as goofballs as he pointed at you with his mouth gaping open in disbelief, “You too?”

You gave him a shy mixed with a nervous smile, simply shrugging your shoulders as both you and Yoongi witnessed Taehyung run his slender fingers through his brown strands of hair as he realised, “This is so crazy,”

“No shit, Sherlock,” Yoongi was quick to reply, a fond smile forming onto your face as you thought to yourself, this is one of the many things that I love endlessly about him.

“No, I mean, this is so crazy because,” Taehyung looked up, glancing between both you and Yoongi and smiled in disbelief as he completed his sentence, “Because I’m in love with you two, too.

“I feel like this isn’t real,” You mentioned to both of your best friends, who just so happened to be in love with you and each other, as you crossed your arms over your chest.

 "Only one way to find out,“ Yoongi insisted. "Do you guys wanna come over to my house to make out and eat red velvet cake?”

“Sure, why not,” Taehyung yet again easily agreed with a careless shrug, this influencing the amused smile on your face as you agreed to Yoongi’s invitation yourself, and the two of you set on by foot to Yoongi’s house that wasn’t too far from your own.

As all three of you walked with one another in a comfortable silence of the young night, the three of you all held hands, your hands all perfectly fitting together while your hearts began to beat at the same pace. In that moment, you realised two things: 1) you were completely, utterly, hopelessly in love with your two best friends, and 2) you have loved them from the very beginning.

Accidents Happen

Author’s Note: This is a Happy Lowman imagine based on Confessions part 2 by Usher as requested by a lovely Nonny, and imagine number 5 (and the final one) for MM8. This imagine is rated M for adult themes. Hope you enjoy!

Accidents Happen


These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I’m thrown and I don’t know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my confessions
If I’m gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I’m so throwed and I don’t know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions

Now this gon’ be the hardest thing I think I ever had to do
Got me talkin’ to myself askin’ how I’m gon’ tell you
‘bout that chick on part 1 I told ya’ll I was creepin’ with, creepin’ with
Said she’s 3 months pregnant and she’s keepin’ it
The first thing that came to mind was you
Second thing was how do I know if it’s mine and is it true
Third thing was me wishin’ that I never did what I did
How I ain’t ready for no kid and bye bye to our relationship

These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I’m thrown and I don’t know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my confessions
If I’m gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I’m so throwed and I don’t know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions


A ball of anger and worry has steadily been building in the pit of his stomach on the ride home. The run had gone better than any of the could have imagined, so well in fact that Clay gave the go ahead for an overnight stay in one of their favorite stomping grounds, which meant that so long as Heather was there he’d be getting his dick wet sooner rather than later.

Which is exactly what he did; and everything had been going great until Heather, propped on her elbow with the sheet sliding down to her waist showing off full breasts, smiled nervously at him as she let the words slips from her lips.

‘I’m pregnant…’

Those two words completely rocked his world. Disbelief came first quickly followed by anger as he questioned just how the fuck she knows it’s his, and when she said he’s the only guy she’s been with, he believes her. Sure she’s a crow eater but she’s a crow eater with aspirations of becoming someone’s Old Lady; and she’d make a damn good one, just not for him.

He has his Old Lady.


Pulling his bike into the drive way he can’t even begin to think of how he’s going to her about the mess he’s gotten himself into this time.


Sittin here stuck on stupid, tryna figure out
When, what, and how I'mma let this come out of my mouth
Said it ain’t gon’ be easy
But I need to stop thinkin’, contemplatin’
Be a man and get it over with (over with)
I’m ridin’ in my whip
Racin’ to her place
Talkin’ to myself
Preparin’ to tell her to her face
She open up the door and didn’t want to come near me
I said “one second baby please hear me”

These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I’m thrown and I don’t know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my confessions
If I’m gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I’m so throwed and I don’t know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions


She can’t move. Everything inside of her tells her to get up, to do something, to fill the space and silence that threatens to drown her; but she can’t move. The words ring in her ears, words that woke her from a sound sleep and played on a heart breaking loop since.

‘I’m having your Old Man’s baby…I’m having your Old Man’s baby…I’m having your Old Man’s baby….’

Her eyes close when she hears Happy’s bike pull into the drive and with her heart lodged in her throat she listens for his footsteps, and when the front door opens and closes she tries to prepare herself, but how do you prepare yourself to have your heart broken?

The sound of his boots usually lit her up inside, but every step that draws closer fills her with dread, and when her eyes meet his, it takes everything inside of her to not break down and cry.

“Lydia…” he steps towards her but she shakes her head furiously at him.

“Don’t,” despite the way her voice shakes the seriousness comes through and he stays where he is hands stuffed in his pockets. She studies him, and wonders how the face of the man she’s spent so much time loving could seem so strange to her. “How. How could you do this to me? To us?”

“Lyd, please…” he reaches for her and when his hand brushes her shoulder she jumps up, shoving him back a full step.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she snaps, her body vibrating with anger as she stares at him. “I don’t, I don’t understand. I have been with you every fucking step of the way. I moved to Tacoma with you, I moved back from Tacoma with you, I’ve helped you take care of your Mom…”

“I know…”

“Is this my punishment?” she asks tears rolling down her face, “is this what I get because I can’t give you kids?”

“What? No! Lydia, I swear I never meant for this to happen…”

“Oh so fucking someone else happened by accident?” she demands, “my God Happy, what did you think was going to happen?”

“She said she was on the pill,” he yells back and all she can do is laugh.

“And you were stupid enough to fucking fall for that?” she asks brushing her fingers over her cheeks. “How, how does this even happen? You and that crow eater slut threw a grenade into my life and now, now I have to go, because despite the fact that my life is in shambles I promised your Mom that I would take her to the doctor today. If you have any semblance of a brain in that thick head of yours I would suggest you pack a bag, I think it’s best for all involved if you stay at the clubhouse for a while.”

“Lydia, be reasonable,” he says as she starts to head for the door and she freezes turning to look at him.

“You got another woman pregnant and you’re really going to stand there and tell me to be reasonable?” she asks through clenched teeth. “You’re lucky to still be breathing Lowman, and if you want to go on breathing you’ll pack that bag and be gone by the time I get home.”


This by far is the hardest thing I think I’ve ever had to do
To tell you, the woman I love
That I’m having a baby by a woman that I barely even know
I hope you can accept the fact that I’m man enough to tell you this
And hopefully you’ll give me another chance
This ain’t about my career
This ain’t about my life
It’s about us


“You fucked up good this time,” Bobby’s voice is full of humor and with a growl Happy turns to look at the older man who stares at him, a broad grin creasing his face.

“You heard…”

“We all did. Gemma’s been reaming all of our asses over this,” Bobby says settling next to him on the bed.

“Shit,” Happy mutters dropping his head into his hands.

“So you got your piece on the side pregnant,” Bobby laughs clapping a hand onto his shoulder, “accidents happen.”

“Lydia’s devastated,” Happy says looking over at his brother. “I don’t think she’ll forgive me for this one.”

“Sure she will. Lydia’s built to be your Old Lady. She’ll be pissed for a while, as she has a right to be, but she’ll come around after a while,” Bobby tries for reassuring but all Happy can do is shake his head.

“I don’t think so Bobby,” he says, running a hand over his face. “Lydia can’t have kids…”


“Yeah, serious.”

“Shit,” Bobby lets out a breath and after a few beats of silence he clears his throat. “Sounds like you need a drink.”


Sitting outside of the house, he watches for any sign of Lydia moving inside. He’s never been so close and yet felt so far away from her. He wants to see her, to hold her, hell he’d settle for being cursed out by her again, but instead he’s forced to watch her from afar hoping that the day will come that she’ll find a way to forgive him.

After all, it’s as Bobby said, accidents happen, and she can’t stay mad forever, can she?


These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I’m thrown and I dont know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my confessions
If I’m gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I’m so throwed and I don’t know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions


Imagine: You and Kylo introducing your son to General Hux

Requested By: Anon

Originally posted by sterkiller

“Daddy!” Your son ran up to Kylo excitedly as he entered the meeting room. 

“Oliver I told you not to bother Daddy when he’s working!” You scolded as you trailed in behind him.  

Kylo looked up from his conversation with Hux and quickly removed his helmet before he caught your son in his arms.

“What are you both doing here?” He asked, visibly relieved that someone had interrupted his conversation with the General.

You walked towards the table in the centre of the room and gave your husband an apologetic look, “Someone decided to run away from me to come and visit you.”

Kylo kissed Oliver’s cheek, “Have you been giving your mother trouble?”

“No,” he giggled in response.

Hux cleared his throat and you all turned to him, suddenly remembering that he was also in the room.

Kylo sighed, “Oliver, this is General Hux,” he gestured towards the man. Oliver stayed silent as Hux looked at him confusedly. 

“Go on then, darling, say hello,” you urged your son.

He shook his head, “I don’t like that man.”

“Oliver, you haven’t met General Hux before,” you whispered harshly.

“But Daddy said General Hux is an idiot!” He announced, crossing his arms.

Hux scowled as Kylo did his best to hide a smirk.

Your eyes widened in surprise, “Alright, young man, I think it’s time we let Daddy and the General get back to their work.”

Kylo quickly gave you a reassuring look. You knew how he felt about the General, but you didn’t expect him to be passing on those sentiments to your child. Especially not when he was only four years old. He stood up with Oliver still in his arms and walked you both to the door.

“Well done, buddy,” Kylo said quietly to Oliver before setting him down.

“I heard that Ren,” Hux snapped.

You heard a low chuckle from beneath Kylo’s helmet as you quickly ushered your son out of the room.  

EXO approaching their wife after their child asks for a sibling

Just a note: this scenario may not be as detailed as my last one, since it will be somewhat similar. Nonetheless, thanks for the ask! <3

*Gifs as always do not belong to me. Credit where it’s due. 

Xiumin: He brings this up to his wife in due time; not right after his son brought the matter to him. He would mention it subtly, with a soft smile accompanying his remark. “You know jagi, our boy’s been telling me about having a sibling. Sounds good right?” Minseok would carefully take sips of his coffee while listening to his wife’s side of the matter. He wouldn’t force her into doing something she may not want, but he’ll try his best to convince her for the sake of his little boy. 

Originally posted by xiumsk

Luhan: “He hasn’t told you yet?” Luhan would query his wife almost immediately after his little boy approached him, beseeching for a little sibling. After telling her what it is their little boy has been imploring them for, he’d have the largest grin, almost analogous to his son’s when he was asking for a sibling. “It’s not a bad idea, right baobei? It’ll give him something to do after all!” Like Xiumin, Luhan wouldn’t coax her if she’s not keen on the idea. 

Originally posted by luhanahs

Kris: He will do everything within his power to convince his wife of the allurement of a second child. As I’ve mentioned multiple times, Kris is someone who I think dreams of being a father with many children, so the fact that his little girl shares congruous desires would elate him. He would take this opportunity to convince his wife also. He may even bring in their daughter to assist him in imploring. “You have something you want to tell mommy right?” Hearing his daughter appeal to her mother he would also go along with it slightly extravagant. “A sibling? That’s a great idea princess! You could have a little sister to keep you company, or a really cool little brother!” 

Originally posted by holymotherlandkorea

Suho: He’d be slightly bashful when approaching his wife on the matter. But his little girl has been requesting this for sometime, so he wants to bring some sort of clarification to her regarding if she can have a sibling or not. “Jagi, our angel brought up the funniest thing a few days ago. She really wants a little brother! She wants to have tea parties with him and read stories to him, how cute is that jagi? Well, I guess we have to do something to make that happen, right?” 

Originally posted by kingjunmyeonn

Lay: He’s been on board with this idea even before his little boy brought it up to him. Yixing will only bring it up with his wife when a perfect opportunity presents itself. With a soft smile, and his wife enclosed within his embrace, he’d tentatively bring it up. “Our little prince seems to be getting lonely these days. Perhaps another baby would make him feel better baobei?” he would murmur gently, in no way pressuring her, but being rather patient and understanding while listening to her response. 

Originally posted by ygyixing

Baekhyun: After a few weeks of heavy contemplation, he’s come to the concurrence that another baby in the house wouldn’t be too much of an obstacle in the family’s daily life. So, being extra genial and attentive to his wife, she would pick up on Baek’s antics, questioning him. “What? You’ve been so incredible to me and our son, it’s only right that I return all those favors! Imagine having two kids in the house. I bet that’d be an enjoyable experience. Two adorable kids and an amazingly beautiful wife. We should consider it~ Also, how can we increase our chances of having another boy? I’m just asking….for a friend?” 

Originally posted by sehunlays

Chen: “I know this is sudden, but I think it’d be a good idea if our princess had a sibling?” he’d inquire his wife tentatively, shifting in his stance delicately as he awaits her answer. Instantly, she’d grant Jongdae a befuddled expression and he’d know exactly what she’s referring to with this sharp look. “What? I’ve been having a change of heart lately jagi! Honest~” snickering softly, Jongdae would pull her closely to him in an affectionate embrace. 

Originally posted by chenmorningstar98

Chanyeol: He’d be blunt about approaching his wife on the matter, probably getting their daughter to join in with him just to further her positive conviction on the subject. “C’mon jagi! Look how adorable our pumpkin is. Another baby would be just as cute as her!” Chanyeol would have their little girl do an aeygo show for her in the process while he continues with his blatant beseeching. After all, he did pinky promise with his little girl that she would get a little sibling in due time. 

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

*I had to with this one. 

D.O: The only way Kyungsoo would be convinced that his son is ready for the task of being an older sibling is by observing over his behavior for weeks on end. Kyungsoo wants to ensure that his little boy is mature enough to take this responsibility on without rushing it nor delaying the process. After heavy scrutiny, once Kyungsoo comes to a conclusive settlement, he’ll be sure to bring up all his watchings to her. “I think he’s ready for this jagi. His behavior has been especially consistent as of late.” He wouldn’t rush his wife’s decision, merely using this to bring up his own personal sentiments. 

Originally posted by princewangeun

Tao: Similar to Chanyeol and Baekhyun, Tao would be especially affectionate towards his wife, more than usual, much to her elation, bringing her to question Tao’s antics. “What? Aren’t I always this great to you baobei?” he’d exclaim, pouting in a cute manner. “It’s just that our boy has been wanting to tell you for a while,” ushering his little son in, Tao would help him recite their request for a new baby to her, nice and drawn out, with batting eyes glazed with palpable comity. 

Originally posted by shinylightblue

Kai: He’s a bit modest when approaching his wife on this matter. Quietly shifting from side to side with puffed out cheeks while awaiting her opinion on the subject. Jongin is just slightly tensed in the event that she won’t take his side easily, and how he’ll have to break this news to their little princess whose been on her best behavior to show what a good ‘big sister’ she’d make. “Five kids might be a lot jagi, but I’m sure the dogs wouldn’t be opposed to having another sibling in the house. I know our little girl wouldn’t either.” 

Originally posted by yourbiaslikesitrough

Sehun: More than likely, he’ll end up discussing this with his wife even while he’s still dubious on the thought of having another baby. Since Sehun’s ideal family would be consisting of one kid, this is slightly hard for him to intake hearing his little girl implore him for another girl in the house. Depending on what his wife takes away from this, that will make up his own mind on the matter. In a way, aside from answering his daughter’s inquiries succinctly, this is a way for Sehun to attain clarification on his stance as well. 

Originally posted by visual-jongdae

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Princess Duties

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: General Hux x Reader

Words: 1466

A/N: Based off of this prompt.

Being a princess was hard. Very, very hard. Your mother was always getting on you about keeping your posture, smile, stride don’t stop, blah blah blah. 

“You have to be a role model for our people” your mother would say. 

Being a princess and the eldest child meant you had duties. One of those duties was to marry a man with the best potential to be king. You hated the fact that you were to be married off to someone you barely knew. Someone who your parents thought would make an “exemplary ruler”, according to your father. So what was the best way to find the future king of Bethars? A presentation of the suitors. And when was this going to take place? On your twenty-first birthday aka the day you become the marrying age. Juuuust perfect.

You paced in front of your mother as she sat down at her desk sending out letters to First Order families and First Order planets, “Mother, please. Why can’t I just find someone on my own and marry for love?”

Your mother doesn’t look up from her datapad, “Y/N, considering how picky you are, it will take years for you to find a suitor. In time, I’m sure you will come to love this man. That’s how I was with your father.”

“I just think this entire thing is ridiculous.”

“Please, Y/N. We’ve discussed this time and time again. On your birthday, we will hold the presentation of suitors. You will talk to them, get to know them, and observe their skills.”

“Fine, but I promise you that I will make things difficult for them.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt you, dear.”

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hit me (with your best shot)

pairing: jikook

genre: fluff (w/half a second of angst lol)

a/n: originally posted on ao3 for bts ficmas (for the lovely kyra!!), but i’m deciding to finally post it here too haha.

summary: The first time they meet, Jeongguk hits him with a snowball.
And that is how it all begins.

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Christmas Surprise (Austin Carlile) (Of Mice & Men)

Word Count: 1,065


“I miss the three of you so much, I hate being half way across the country and you’re at home with the twins on their first Christmas.”

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair as you looked into the upset eyes of your husband of a year Austin Carlile through the webcam on your laptop. Of Mice & Men were touring and unfortunately it fell during the period before Christmas, sure they had no shows until after the 26th December but that meant Austin couldn’t fly back for one day without causing hassle for the management.

Austin had already said goodnight to your twins and waited until you put them to bed before he got pouty and upset. You were just as upset because he was missing your first Christmas as a married couple.

“I love you Austin. But you’re making hundreds of fans happy and doing something you love, we’ll find a way to make something work once you’re back off tour.”

“How did I end up with such an amazing wife?”

You shrug your shoulders.

“I guess you got lucky Carlile. I’m going to have to go in a second because I hear sniffling on the baby monitor.”

Austin sighed and shook his head; he was lying on his hotel bed with his head propped on his hands.

“Can we Skype again tomorrow morning? I don’t care about the time difference, I want to see my kids and wife on Christmas day.”

You nod and chew the inside of your mouth.

“Of course we can love, now I need to go. I love you and merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas y/n. Goodnight.”

Austin ended the call and your laptop screen went black. It hurt you seeing him moody and upset. Then as if lightning had struck the perfect idea came to you and it was crazy enough that it might work. You reached for your phone and scrolled through the contacts until I found Alan’s number and hit dial.

“What a pleasant surprise y/n, what can I do for you pretty lady?”

I explained my plan to Alan and he agreed that it was perfect to cheer Austin up. He told me to get the twins ready and he’d get the plane tickets. It looked like we would be spending Christmas as a family.

~ Skip plane ride ~

You were more than happy to land in New York; it wasn’t exactly fun travelling with two infants who didn’t want to sit still the whole flight. It was 6am on Christmas day. Alan and Tino waved at you from across the terminal and you walked towards them through the near empty airport.

“It’s good to see you y/n. Austin needs this, he’s been a grumpy pants for the last couple of days.”

You nod and side hug Tino as Alan plucks your daughter from your hands and starts cooing and tickling her stomach. Tino takes your son and tells you they’ll keep an eye on the children while you get your bags. Your children really did have the best uncles in the whole world.

The ride to the hotel was filled with the guys telling you tour stories that had you in stitches. Some of the things these guys got up to when away from home was unbelievable, they were big children pretending at being adults.

Tino got your bags and Alan handed your children back as you entered the hotel lobby. The five of you walked in silence up to Austin’s hotel room where Tino and Alan said goodbye and retreated to their own rooms. You took a deep breath and knocked on Austin’s door and waited for an answer.

After a couple of minutes of knocking and annoying the neighbours shuffling could be heard on the other side of the door and Austin’s sleepy morning voice took you by surprise as he opened the door while rubbing his eyes.

“I didn’t order room service.”

You hold back your laugh and hoist your daughter further up your hip.

“So I guess I’ll take myself and your children back home since you clearly don’t want to see us Austin.”


I recognised that voice anywhere but she couldn’t be here could she? y/n and the children were in LA, well they were when we Skyped a few hours ago. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and had to blink twice at the sight in front of me. y/n stood smiling in front of me holding the twins, our daughter squirmed in her mums arms and attempted to reach out for me.

“Merry Christmas Austin.”

I took my daughter and the biggest smile erupted on my face as I ushered y/n and our son into the room.


y/n laughed and sat down on the edge of the bed bouncing our son up and down on her knee while I clung to our daughter as if I still didn’t believe they were here with me in New York.

“I ran Alan and told him my crazy plan. Him and Tino met me at the airport and here we are. This is our first Christmas as a family Austin and we need to be together.”

I bent down and kissed her forehead.

“This is the best Christmas present you could have ever gotten me babe.”

The four of us ended up staying up until we heard a knock on the door at around 9am. I got up off the bed and opened the door and had to brace myself as the rest of the band attacked me in a group hug. Behind me y/n laughed and Aaron and Phil let go of me and ran towards her.

“Oh my god y/n you’re really here. We’ve missed you so much.”

Aaron all but squeezed her to death; he’d known her since before we started dating.

“I’ve missed you guys to. Now go and say Merry Christmas to your niece and nephew.”

Phil squealed like a little girl as he abandoned y/n and ran to the children. He plucked our son from Alan’s arms while Aaron took our daughter off Tino and started fussing over them.

I walked back over to y/n and pulled her into a hug as we watched the children’s uncles fight over who got to hold who. We were really one big family and I wouldn’t ask for anything else.

Saving the Savior

Art: Check out the absolutely stunning art @somethingalltogether made for me here
Wordcount: ~52k
Rating: Teen and Up
Summary:  Unwilling to part with their newborn infant, Snow White and Prince Charming never send Emma through a magical wardrobe on a quest that could save the kingdom. Twenty-eight years later, with no end to the curse in sight, Killian Jones arrives in the small town of Storybrooke Maine, where everything is not as it seems. With few possessions and even fewer memories, Killian must uncover the secrets of the mysterious seaside town before it is too late.
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A/N: This is my entry for the CS Big Bang. Thank you so much to @stunninghell and @tolivebeyondthestars for beta-ing and cheerleading for me, you two made all the difference!

Killian Jones has been wandering around the eastern seaboard for as long as he can remember - which isn’t saying much since his earliest memory is from breakfast this morning. A breakfast consisting of a tic tac or perhaps an Advil (he still isn’t sure) and a half eaten granola bar he found wedged in the backseat of his car.

The latest town he’s passing through is unremarkably quaint, yet for some reason Killian finds himself wandering down by the docks even though it’s long past dusk and when he’d usually leave. He’s running his hand along the cool metal railing separating him from the sea when a voice startles him.

“Who are you?”

Killian turns around to face the speaker and knows immediately that the woman has authority here. She stands tall with her shoulders back, drawing herself out to her full height. Her hair whips around wildly, shimmering gold in the dim moonlight. Her gaze is fierce and her eyes are blazing. Her brow is down low as she scowls at him with no small amount of suspicion.

Killian smirks at her. “I must say, this isn’t the most welcoming town I’ve ever visited,” he says, letting his accent bleed into his words a little more than usual. The innocent tourist angle almost always works.

She remains unmoved.

“We don’t get many visitors here and you’re lurking around the docks.” She shifts her stance, hands coming down to rest at her waist. The movement shifts aside her red leather jacket to reveal the shiny sheriff’s badge pinned to her hip.

“I didn’t realize walking along the shore was considered nefarious in this town,” he says, unsure of what he’s hoping to accomplish by antagonizing the town sheriff.

She remains stonily silent and Killian shifts a little uncomfortably beneath her gaze before resorting to what always works. He sways forward and dips his thumb into his belt, putting on his best smoldering look.

“Oh I do apologize, Sheriff…” he says, emphasizing the title, hoping she’ll finish it for him.

She’s unmoved by his flirting, not even backing up when he steps what most would consider uncomfortably close.  "I believe I asked who you were first,” she says, unimpressed.

“Touché,” he says, tilting his head in supplication. He reaches out a hand and plasters on his most dazzling smile, the one that’s been known to bring grown women - and the occasional man - to their knees. “Killian Jones, at your service milady.”

Her eyes flick down to his outstretched hand and he can see the exact second she notices his other hand - or lack thereof. There’s no pity in her eyes and less than a moment later her gaze is back on his. Killian’s hand is still outstretched between them. She doesn’t take it.

“Next time do your lurking during the day Jones,” she says and her lips quirk up - just a bit around the edges, but it’s more amicable than anything so far and he’ll take it.

With that she turns to leave and it would be poetic, Killian thinks, if the only sound was the clicking of her boots against the pavement as she walked away, but the waves are too loud and screw poetic he doesn’t want her to leave, not yet.

“Wait,” he says, and the crack in his voice sounds desperate even to his own ears, “I never did get your name sheriff.”

She stops in her tracks and turns halfway to face him. Her face is cast in shadow, eyes glinting reflectively - magically - in the darkness.

“Swan,” she says before disappearing into the night.

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(insp. by @lesbiankelsinielsen’s recent post) tbh I also don’t really recommend this if you haven’t listened to it in the right order, and the fractured songs show it’s not really meant to be heard like this. but! anyway:

• I Don’t Know – sung by everyone, so there’s nowhere else to really put it.
• Bad Men (until 1:57)
• Monk
• Tango Dancer (both the scene and the song)
• Camera Shop (from 1:10 until 2:15)
• The Astronomer
• The Telescope
• Bad Men (from 1:57 until 2:55)
• Camera Shop (from 2:15 until the end)
• Bad Men (from 2:55 until the end)
• The Wind and Rain
• Soldier and Rose
• Family Meeting
• Lights Out
• Any Kind of Dead Person
• Four Friends
• Starchild
• Usher, Pt. 1
• Usher, Pt. 2
• Fathers and Sons
• Usher, Pt. 3 (until 1:53)
• Usher, Pt. 3 (from 2:29 until 2:38)
• Usher, Pt. 3 (from 3:23 until 4:12)
• Subway
• Usher, Pt. 3 (from 1:53 until 2:29)
• Usher, Pt. 3 (from 2:38 until 3:23)
• Usher, Pt. 3 (from 4:12 until the end)
• Hero
• The Camera Shop Scene
• The Camera Shop (until 1:10)
• The Photograph
• Midnight
• Prayer


A/N: So I have had this floating around in my head for a while and I wanted to get it out for Halloween, which I did woo! Little slice of Potter family life. I probably won’t update Coquettish for a few days, but I do have plans for a third part! Hope you all enjoy this one :)

Also available on FF and Ao3!


Harry wakes to tiny feet inches from his face, round, chilled toes wriggling dangerously close to his unprotected and highly vulnerable nostrils.  The lack of movement apart from said wiggly toes indicates his bedfellow is still asleep and definitely not James, although the telltale birthmark on the left bony ankle confirmed it was his second son easily. Using his one cracked eye to determine the cleanliness of Albus’ foot, Harry mentally shrugs and pulls it toward his mouth, placing an affectionate kiss on the balls of his son’s still smooth sole. 

Ever the light sleeper, Albus’ head appears somewhere around Harry’s knees, traditional Potter hair rumpled even more in sleep, his green eyes still foggy, cheek bearing the imprint of wrinkly sheets.  Blinkingly slowly as he attempts to recall where exactly he fell asleep last evening, Albus’ face eventually lights up with recognition, before he scoots up the bed, legs scrunching and unscrunching as he drags his bum toward his father’s head.

Eyeing Ginny’s still sleeping form, she’d been up ‘til a hellish hour putting last minute touches on the kids’ costumes, Harry reaches back, and pulls the duvet and sheets up, ushering his youngest underneath the covers.  Once they’re settled, noses inches apart, two dark heads sharing one pale yellow pillow, Harry rubs a warm hand up and down Albus’ back, “Sleep ok mate?”

After letting out a yawn and rubbing his eyes with childish fists, Albus nods, snuggling closer until their noses do touch.  Harry’s eyes cross as he tries to hold his son’s gaze, as his sleep grizzled voice rumbles quietly, “D’you want to talk about the dream?”

Shaking his head, Albus slips one hand up between them, running smooth fingers over the angular planes of his father’s face, his index finger eventually finding and lingering over the faded scar Harry still habitually hides beneath his fringe. Understanding flashes across the older Potter’s face for only a moment before he brings Albus’ hand down to his mouth for another kiss, “You know everything is safe now, right?”

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Request: Bidders taking their kids to first day of school

Ayaka ran up to her father with her signature angelic smile, hugging at his knees where he sat in front of the easel. Ota grinned down at her and tucked his brush over his ear.
“Daddy, you’re going to do my hair tomorrow, right?”
“Of course!” He flashed an identical, sweet smile and let her climb up into his lap. “My little angel is going to be start school as the most eye catching girl!” He stroked her long bronze hair.
“What are you thinking for a style?”
Hideo whined.
“It’s just a trip to school, don’t worry, the driver will take you safely.”
He grabbed Eisuke’s hand and shook it vigourously.
“Everyone else gets to start school with their dad!”
Eisuke gazed down at his son’s pouting face.
“Dad, Hideo really wants you to go!” Suzu exclaimed in her sweet voice, coming over and clinging onto Eisuke’s other hand. “Go with him!”
“Do you want me to go with you?” Mamoru asked, lounging back on the couch.
“If you want to go.” Tamotsu shrugged, leaning back on the cushions beside his father.


Soryu glanced over at his daughter in the morning sun. She looked confident and relaxed, but the small hand in his was cold and sweaty.
She nodded curtly.
Katsumi nodded again.
“Mmm.” Soryu didn’t really know how to comfort her, and just gave her hand a squeeze. “You’ll be okay.”
“I hope, daddy.”
She peeked up at him with dark eyes, her black bangs falling in front of her face. Soryu reached over a large hand and smoothed her hair back from her face.
“You’ll be fine.”
Baba sat on the steps in front of the school with his son, enjoying the morning sunshine. Hisashi fidgeted with his backpack, looking quite nervous.
“Don’t worry about it.” He grinned.
“School’s nothing to be afraid of. Your mum and I are here for you, alright?” He tipped his hat at the boy and smiled fondly. 
“Hisashi! Uncle Mitts!”
Ayaka slipped her hand out of her father’s and skipped up to her friend, grinning widely. Her long hair streamed behind her in intricate, sleek braids. Ota chuckled, a forlorn echo in his voice as he watched his daughter run off, a bright red backpack bobbing with her steps.
Hisashi brightened at the sight of a friend and hopped to his feet. Baba got up and strolled over to Ota, exchanging friendly greetings as the children chattered away excitedly.
“So, when do you think Kishi’s going to show up?”
Ota shrugged.
“Isn’t it IF he’s going to show up?”
“If he makes his kid miss the first day of school, his sweetheart will never let him hear the end of it.” Baba laughed.
“I still wouldn’t put it past him to miss it completely.” Eisuke’s voice sounded by the gates, and Hideo strutted along his side proudly, a wide smile on his face from his father’s compliance with his request. Despite his intentions of getting his son driven to school, Eisuke had decided to take the day off and walk, secretly quite glad he got the chance to partake in the moment.
“Sor, you’re here too!” Ota called out to the tall, dark figure approaching from the end of the street.
Katsumi stood at her father’s side as they came to a stop, silently taking her hand out of his. Soryu felt something in his heart slipping away, and watched her go over to join her friends. Hell, she was growing up too fast for his liking.
“Hurry up!” Mamoru scratched his head as he ushered his son from the dining room to the foyer. “Here!” He threw the boy’s shoes at him and Tamotsu caught them, stuffing his feet into them as fast as he could. “We’re going to be late!”
“I wonder how Mamo is doing.” Baba pondered aloud, watching the four gathered kids talk amongst themselves in front of the school. Ayaka’s laughter sounded brightly and loudly, ringing in the courtyard despite the other kids beginning to show up.
“Probably running.” Eisuke smirked, folding his arms across his chest. “Running late.”
“Surprising that you, of all people, decided to walk your son to school.”
“Of course.” Eisuke rolled his eyes with amusement. “He’s MY son.”
Mamoru picked up his son and started bolting towards the school.
There was a scream from the kids.
“I said STOP!”
“Katsumi, NO!”
All four fathers whirled towards the sound. The black haired girl was grabbing at Hideo, pulling on a fistful of his hair as they tussled.
Eisuke hurried forward.
“Stop it, what are you doing!”
He pulled them apart and yanked his son over to him.
“He was pulling on my hair!” Katsumi accused, jabbing a finger at Hideo, who actually looked more disheveled than her.
“I didn’t pull it that hard!”
“I said to stop!” She shot back.
“And you just started hitting me!” Hideo retorted. “You’re so mean!”
“I’m mean?!” Katsumi took another step towards him and the boy fell silent.
“Hideo was pulling on her hair.” Ayaka said quietly, clinging to Ota, her eyes wide and stunned. Her tiny hands stroked her braids.
“Mhm.” Hisashi agreed.
“Keep the gun in the holster.” Baba whispered a reminder as Soryu’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Not here, Sor.” Ota kept his voice low in front of the kids, reaching out and putting a hand on his friend’s arm.
Mamoru was still running.
“Dad! We were supposed to go left, not straight!”
He cursed under his breath.
“Hideo, apologize.” Eisuke snapped.
“Why me? She’s the one who hit me!”
“You started it!” Katsumi glared at him.
“Hideo.” His father’s voice was stern.
“Sorry.” The boy grumbled, avoiding the girl’s gaze. He huffed angrily and kicked at the ground.
“Katsumi.” Soryu turned to his daughter. “You too.”
The big, dark eyes blinked irritably.
“Sorry, Hideo. Did that hurt?”
“Yeah!” His brown irises flashed again and Katsumi smirked.
“Don’t you pull my hair.”
Hideo made a face at her and said nothing.
Baba’s cheerful voice interrupted the tension.
“Look who made it!”
Mamoru deposited his son on the ground and groaned, running a hand through his sweaty hair.
“I am definitely not the age to be running like this.”
“You’re just unfit, don’t blame it on your age!” Ota laughed, clapping his friend on the back.
“Shut up.”
“Ota’s got a point.” Baba chuckled, and Mamoru glared at both of them.
The bell started to ring, and the younger children started to run excitedly up the stairs to the door. The older ones went along slower, the anticipation and freshness of school having faded with the years.
Ota felt his daughter pull her hand from his.
“Thank you for bringing me, daddy!” Ayaka smiled up brightly at him and he squatted down to embrace her. Clutching the tiny body close to him, he patted her head. He didn’t want to let her go like this. It was strange to feel so lonely. Ota forced himself to let go of her, and proudly kissed her forehead.
“You’re a big girl now, aren’t you?”
Ayaka giggled and nodded.
“Tell Suzu I’ll bring her back something good!”
Hideo announced proudly, and walked off towards the school, head held high and steps wide.
Eisuke watched the back of his son shrink into the kids going up the steps. There was a strange emptiness in his chest, right there under the immense pride. He remembered when the boy was just a small blue bundle in his mother’s arms, clutching his finger. Eisuke sighed quietly.
“Don’t be too mean.”
Katsumi nodded obediently, shuffling on the spot. Soryu bend down to his daughter’s height, placing large hands on her shoulder.
“I’m sure you’ll have fun.”
She threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. He was surprised for a moment, and then quickly wrapped his arms around her.
“I’m scared, daddy.”
“You’re going to be okay.” He murmured reassuringly as she let go. She chewed her lip like her mother did, and Soryu smiled fondly, a warm feeling spreading through his heart. “Go on. Mom and I will come get you later.”
Tamotzu looked up at his father.
“Gonna go now, dad.”
He ruffled his son’s hair and the boy cried out in complain, smoothing it back down quickly as best as he could.
“Sorry, kiddo.” Mamoru smiled lovingly. “Don’t worry, ya look great.”
Mamoru grinned and extended a fist. Tamotzu pouted, but nevertheless bumped his fist against his father’s.
“See you, dad.”
“See you, kiddo.”


It was actually really hard because I don’t know the KBTBB guys THAT well.
I tried
Sorry if it wasn’t as good as usual…

Abraham Lincoln Autograph Manuscript Signed, the Last Paragraph of His Second Inaugural Address, Circa March 1865….

Found on the second blank leaf of a 170 page autograph book belonging to Linton J. Usher, the son of Lincoln’s secretary of the interior, John Palmer Usher, and comprised of thirteen lines of text and signature, Lincoln writes the final passage of his second inaugural address, words now immortalized on the memorial dedicated to the sixteenth president, in full: 

  • With malice toward none; with charity for all; with firmness in the right, as God fives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in; to bind up the nation’s wounds; to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow and his orphan - to do all which may achieve, and cherish a just, and a lasting peace among ourselves, and with all nations. [signed] Abraham Lincoln.”
Fathers and Sons

Inspired by a conversation I had with @sybbelle ages ago during the hiatus…

After Henry calls him “Dad” for the first time, Killian struggles with his guilt over potentially replacing Neal in Henry’s life. Thankfully, he has Emma there to help him see the light. (And his worth.)


It happened on a Sunday night, a totally innocuous evening that didn’t deserve the honor of such a momentous occasion. The three of them – Killian, Emma, and Henry – had just finished a film, something about an adventuring archaeologist with a penchant for finding magical artifacts that Henry swore Killian just needed to see, and Emma was doing her best to usher her son off to bed. It was a school night, after all, and the boy had a history test the next morning.

“Like it’s going to be hard,” he said, eyes rolling.

Still Henry, nearly fifteen, acquiesced to his mother’s request without too much complaint. Before he exited the room, he gave Emma a light peck on the cheek, and muttered a quick, “Night, Mom, love you,” just as he did every night he slept in their home. It was something that Emma cherished and Killian admired, the lad’s willingness to still regularly show affection to his mother. It was something Killian knew that Emma looked forward to every night, the sign of love between mother and child.

What came next, however, was quite the surprise.

“G’night, Dad.”

The boy had said the words so flippantly, as if the enormity of the statement was completely lost on him. He seemed happy, though, a soft smile playing on his lips as he left the room to bound up the stairs to his quarters. Killian sat there, immobile, still trying to absorb those two simple words that shook his entire being. Emma leaned over to kiss his shoulder, and he could feel her smile through the fabric of his shirt. She, too, acted pleased by Henry’s parting words.

“Well, would you look at that,” she whispered against him, unable to hide the delight in her voice. “Hero, husband, now ‘Dad.’ You’re racking up quite the number of titles there, Captain.”

She sounded so satisfied by the revelation that Henry was comfortable enough with him to call him ‘Dad,’ that her son recognized him as a true father-like figure, one worthy enough of the title. True, they both had heard Henry refer to Killian as his step-dad in passing, but the latest title was a completely different score. It meant that Henry truly viewed Killian as a near-irreplaceable figure in his life, someone of great importance.

Killian wasn’t ready.

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