well eventually needs to hurry up. i want us to have a family

Needs Of Approval

Pairing: Kol x Reader (Ft. Klaus & Elijah)

Warnings: A lot of gifs used (; And this is a bit long, so get cozy and enjoy!

Word Count: 2731


Klaus was a good friend to your parents for years and years. When they died, you were just 12 years old. There was no one else to look after you, so Klaus took you in like the child he never had.

It has been 9 years that he’s been taking care of you and those 9 years hasn’t been easy. You were constantly moving from place to place, unable to call any place your home. Until finally, Klaus settled into a small town called ‘Mystic Falls’. Klaus did run into a few problems here and there with the Salvatore brothers, but he always kept you out of it. The last thing he wants is to see you hurt. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

Soon, he had a mansion built for you and his family to live in. You finally got to meet Rebekah and Elijah, who were nothing but kind to you, but you were wondering when you would ever meet Finn and Kol. Eventually, Rebekah ended up getting daggered again which did upset you because she was like a sister to you.

You never understood why Klaus had a thing for daggering his siblings. The last time you brought up that subject, he said that it’s complicated and to not ask again. And so you obeyed.

Right now, Klaus & Elijah are having dinner with the Salvatore brothers about this whole ‘Elena’ situation with Klaus’s hybrids. Of course, since Klaus wants to keep you out of his mess, he advised you to stay in your room and not get involved, no matter what kind of ruckus you hear.

You’re currently in your room, sitting comfortably under the covers on your bed reading a book. The walls weren’t so thick because you can hear mumbles of all of the men exchanging words. It made you feel better knowing that no one is fighting and no one is getting hurt.

Minutes go by and you could’ve sworn you heard Rebekah’s voice. You closed your book, setting it on the bed and slowly got out of bed, walking towards your door while you tried listening in more. And that’s when you also noticed some unfamiliar male voices and Klaus yelling in pain.

You know that Klaus doesn’t want you involved but you couldn’t help but rush to him in aid. You care for him so much that you’re even willing to let him feed on you a little if he really needed it. He took care of you and you saw it as your obligation to return the favor.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, his screams stop and you hear Elijah calmly say, “this is family business.”

Entering the dining room where everyone is, the first thing you see is Klaus leaning over the table, waiting for the pain to pass.

“Family business? What family business?! What’s going on?!” You shouted.

Everyone turns around to look at you. You noticed that Stefan and Damon were gone and you see two men. They looked familiar but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“Y/N please. Just go back to your room.” Klaus begged.

“No seriously, what are you guys doing to Nik. And who the hell are you two?” You scoffed at the two men.

Before they could get a word in, Elijah spoke. “My dear Y/N. This is Kol and Finn.” Elijah pointed at each one individually as he named them.

Your jaw dropped. You couldn’t believe it. I mean, what an awkward first way to meet them.

“Who might this be?” Finn asked.

“Yeah who the bloody hell are you? Nik’s girl?” Kol added, putting his hands on his hips. You glared at Kol’s remark, you never thought of Klaus in a romantic way. You always saw him as your guardian, your protector.

Elijah walked over to you. “It’s quite a long story. I assure you, I’ll explain it all to you later.” He put one hand on your back and the other leading to the stairs. “Come.”

Elijah took his time to tell you everything that was going on while Klaus and the rest of the siblings handled their issues. Eventually you understood that this family is flat out dysfunctional, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You all even came to find out that their mother, Esther was alive as well. How odd.

Over this short amount of time, you didn’t exactly see Kol as a brother like you do, Elijah. You weirdly found him attractive, actually. You didn’t know if it was his looks or his wittiness, even though he is the wreck less Mikaelson sibling. Not knowing if he felt the same or not, you just kept it to yourself. 

Today is the Mikaelson Ball. Klaus was kind enough to lend you his credit card to buy yourself the proper attire for tonight. Rebekah even went with you to shop and even helped herself to her brother’s credit card as well.

Finally, after trying on over 10 dresses, you’ve found the perfect one. It was a backless sequin mermaid floor length dress. The best part is that it hugged your body perfectly.

And of course, since Klaus loves spoiling you, he also hired someone to style your hair and work on your makeup in your bedroom. You were just enjoying being pampered.

You were finished getting ready before any of the guests arrived, so you walked downstairs anyways to await their arrival. Walking downstairs, sliding your fingers on the railing, you saw the hired butlers getting champagne glasses filled. You even saw Kol helping himself to a glass. You tried your best to make sure you didn’t step on your dress as you were taking each step, by holding it up a few inches. With three steps left until you’ve reached the flat ground, there was Kol with his hand reaching out to you.  

At first, Kol only saw you as a mere roommate. But once he saw how stunning you looked in this very moment, it changed his entire perspective of you. He thought to himself how absolutely stunning you looked. His lips parted and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Now he felt like he just had to have you, even if he had to go through his brother Niklaus.

“I assumed you were in need of some assistance, Y/N.” Kol said to you.

You chuckled, grabbing onto his hand once you got closer. “Yeah I was struggling for a minute.” You let go of his hand once you reached the floor.

“So who might your escort be tonight?” Kol asked, then took a sip of his champagne, keeping his eyes on you, awaiting your answer.

“No one actually. Because no matter who it is, he’ll never be good enough for Klaus.”

“To hell with that bloody wanker.”

“Kol stop-” You shook your head, stifling a laugh.

“I’m only joking.” Kol put his hands up in defense. “See here, darling, I happen to not have a date as well. So do you mind?” He smiled at you.

“What?” You were shocked. Quickly, you snapped yourself out of it. “I mean, really?” Kol Mikaelson wants you as his date for the ball? This can’t be happening. You must be dreaming.

“You best hurry before I change my mind, Y/N.” He joked.

“Yes. Yes, I’ll be your…um…date?” You didn’t know to question it or word it as a statement because you just couldn’t believe it.

Kol grabbed your right hand, saying, “Marvelous.” Then he slowly planted a kiss on the back of your hand. Your cheeks blushed red as you heard footsteps approach down the hall.

It was Niklaus that was here to ruin the moment. Oh no. “What is this?” He asked, not looking too happy at all.

You just froze, surprisingly being able to get a word out. “Klaus, we-”

“Y/N is letting me escort her to the ball. Perhaps you don’t mind.” Kol smirked, confidently walking towards the original hybrid.

Klaus had his hands behind his back, clenching his jaw, then revealed his crooked smile. He didn’t want to cause a scene today. “Hm… I thought you would at least choose a man that is more suitable for you.” He looked at you, then put one arm out straight to point at Kol.

Kol just glared at his older brother.

“Well according to you, no man is suitable for me. And technically, you could’ve taken Kol’s place, you know. But you’re too infatuated with that bitch, Caroline.” You spat. You’ve never liked Caroline for Klaus. She was always so rude to him, yet he was head over heels for her. 

“Y/N, do not start with me.” Klaus growled. You know that your remark about Caroline would bother him and you didn’t care because he was being a hypocrite.

“Don’t judge me on my date and I won’t judge you on yours.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest, wearing a straight face.

Klaus fell silent. He narrowed his eyes at you, then gave Kol the death stare and stormed to another room in the house to let off some steam.

“Well then, this night is off to a fantastic start.” Kol joked, in an attempt to ease the tension.

“I mean, am I right or am I right?”

Kol nodded his head in agreement, then grabbed a glass of champagne for you to cheers with him.

Finally the guests started arriving. Every few minutes, more and more arrived. And almost all of them were wowed by how ginormous the mansion is and the choice of decor for the occasion. 

You stayed by Kol’s side while the both of you playfully voiced your opinions to each other about each guest that walked in. One of the things you do enjoy about Kol is that he doesn’t take everything seriously. He’s someone you can have fun with.

“Kol! Look Look!” You tapped him on the arm with your hand to look forward to get his attention because he got carried away on his smart phone. He was still getting the hang of using that device.

“Oooo who is it now?” He asked excitedly, putting his phone in his pocket.

“That’s that slut Elena and her Salvatore brothers. Klaus has told me all about her.” You said disgustingly.

“I bet they have threesomes. How fun.” Kol said, raising his brows up. 

You gagged, almost choking on your champagne.

“You alright there, darling?” Kol laughed, patting you on the back.

“Thank you. Thank you for that comment. I almost just died because of you.”


After sharing laughs and even more champagne, you decided to excuse yourself to the ladies room. “I’ll be back, Kol.”

“No matter.” Kol replied.

“Do you mind?” You asked, handing him your champagne glass to hold onto until you come back. He responded with a nod, then you went on your way.

Coming back from the loo, you didn’t see Kol in his original spot, you figured he’d be back, so you just hung around waiting for him to return. You observed all of the guests having a great time and even spotted Klaus with Caroline. He was just so mesmerized by her. Gross.

What you didn’t notice is that every now and then throughout the night, Klaus would look around to check up on you, making sure you’re not getting into any trouble with Kol. He despised that the one person you happened to allow to escort you is Kol. He knows the ins and outs of his little brother and doesn’t think his intentions for you are good.

“I see your escort is not by your side.” You hear from behind you, so you turn around to see that it’s Elijah, the oh so noble steed.

“Oh yeah. He’s probably grabbing a bite, if you know what I mean.” Blood from a human’s neck is exactly what you meant.

“Certainly. And might I add, I’ve noticed that the two of you have become quite friendly this evening.”

“I mean, if you say so Elijah.” You shrugged your shoulders at Elijah’s opinion. You wondered why it concerns him because Elijah is the least judgmental out of all of his brothers. Maybe he’s just making small talk? Who knows.

“Well, I-” Before Elijah could get a sentence out, Kol pops up and disrupts.

“Ah there you are, Y/N. Am I interrupting?” Kol said half-aloud with that accent of his that you just die for. Instead of finishing his sentence, Elijah just ended up excusing himself.

Not a moment too soon, you see Elijah making himself known at the top of stairs. “If anyone could gather, please.”

You and Kol were the first ones at the stairs. Elijah waited until the rest of his siblings followed. 

As you were minding your business watching everyone gather, out of nowhere Kol decides to snake his arm around your waist. It made your heart skip a beat and you surely hoped Kol didn’t hear it. You didn’t want him to know that he makes you nervous. 

As Klaus was excusing himself from being by Caroline’s side, he did see Kol getting too touchy for his own comfort. It did infuriate him, making him tempted to snap Kol’s neck right there on the spot. But, Klaus, and all the rest of his siblings, know how important this ball if to their mother, Esther. So, Klaus chose to let this one go.

You turned your head while your eyes were scanning around the room and the moment you saw Klaus, you quickly moved Kol’s arm away from your waist.

Once Klaus and Rebekah finally made their way to join the three of you at the top of the stairs, Elijah made his speech inviting all of the guests to join in on The Waltz. 

The guests followed to the ballroom, but you just stood in your spot, being left alone at the stairs. “Shit.” You said to yourself.


“You best mind your manners when it comes to Y/N. Do you comprehend?” Klaus growled at Kol as they were walking down the stairs.

“Don’t worry Nik, she’s safe with me.” Kol smiled and gave a wink.

Klaus wasn’t amused with his brother whatsoever, so he shot him a glare and stormed off to find Caroline.

Kol looked left and right after finally noticing that you’re nowhere near him. He looked behind him at the stairs and saw that you have a lost look on his face, so he rushed over to you.

“What’s the matter?” Kol asked, concerned that it was something serious.

“Um. This is embarrassing, but I don’t know how to Waltz or whatever. Nobody ever taught me.”

“Not to fret, darling. It’s easy. Just follow my lead.” Kol assured you, then picked up your hand, leaving a kiss on your knuckles. Of course, you blushed bright red at his gesture.

The night ended amazingly. When the night was coming to an end, you and all of The Mikaelsons stood around to thank every guest for coming. 

After all of the guests were finally gone, Klaus disappeared to his room to do god knows what. That’s when Kol decided to take advantage of the opportunity. You were about to leave to walk to your room, but Kol stopped you by lightly grabbing your wrist.

“Yes?” You were puzzled.

“I don’t mean to be a too much of a bother, but how about we pretend?” Kol flashed a grin.

“Pretend? Pretend what?” You chuckled at his suggestion. The word ‘pretend’ just brings you back to your childhood when you would use your wild imagination to ‘play pretend’.

“Seeing as we live under the same roof, allow me to walk you…to your bedroom.”

“This is really corny but okay.” As cheesy as you think this is, you can’t blame Kol because he was out of the loop for a hundred years. But, this gesture of his did make you feel some type of way.

Reaching your bedroom, the two of you were face to face under your door frame. “Have a lovely evening, Miss Y/L/N.” Instead of Kol kissing the back of your hand per usual, he left a gentle kiss on your forehead, then left elsewhere in the mansion.

This night ended up being better than you’ve ever anticipated. 

Superfamily Thing

Dad and pops were fighting again.

They had been for at least a week now. Peter was used to the occasional blowup for a night, maybe two, before they got all stupidly sappy with one another again.
This was new. Scary.

They avoided each other in the day and screamed at each other in the night when they thought he was asleep. Pops had been sleeping in the spare room for at least six of the seven nights it had been going on for. Dinner time had become a nightmare; Uncle Clint having to swap seats so he was sat in between them and prevent another fight from springing up while they ate.

He didn’t want them to split up. Divorced parents were a pain in the ass, according to the girl who sat next to him in math class. She was always talking about what a hassle it was, moving all her stuff from one house to another every weekend.

And it meant one of them would have to leave. Move out. Get a new life and a new partner and maybe even a new kid-

But Peter really didn’t want to think about that.

Today was the fifth day of Peter coming home to see only one of his parents in the kitchen, where there should usually be two. They tended to hang around, waiting for him in order to ambush him and ask questions about his day. Their latest fad was ‘so how was Wade today?’ or something along those lines, in that stupid sing-song voice that adults always did when they were being dicks.

It had been irritating- but Peter wouldn’t have minded now. If it meant they’d been doing it together, sending stupid smirky grins toward one another or just holding hands at the table rather than looking cold and tired- he wouldn’t have minded at all.

Today it was dad who greeted him. He was sat with a coffee in hand and tablet in the other, idly tapping at the keys and trying to keep his eyes open. Peter knew he hadn’t been sleeping well- it wasn’t exactly hard to tell. And although they never spoke to him about what they did with the avengers, Peter could guess that that had been the trigger for all the stupidity lately. 

He didn’t have to be the genius he was in order to figure that out. Pops hadn’t come back from the mission two Fridays ago; they’d hurried him off to hospital instead. And then three days later, once he’d been given the all-clear, dad had brought him home, where they’d proceeded to have  a huge argument. Right in front of Peter. 

Honestly, he’d just wanted to be able to sit with pops and make sure he was okay- let him stroke his hair and quiet his worries and say how tough he was, that he wouldn’t go down that easy. But instead he’d had to be hurried away by Uncle bruce, who was rolling his eyes and apologizing on behalf of them, saying that he’d be able to talk to his pops soon, but it wasn’t a good time right now.

Peter had scowled, told Uncle Bruce moodily ‘I’m thirteen, not an idiot- I know that’, and then slammed up to his room to wait it out. And, of course, Pops had hobbled up eventually; sitting on the bed with him and assuring him he was okay, he was tough as nails, and he would always, always come home to Peter.

Except he’d been alone. and usually, no matter how mad they were at each other, Pops and Dad had always talked to Peter about this together.

That had been the first warning. From then on, it had seemed things just got progressively worse.

“Hey squirt- how was school?” Dad asked, when Peter dropped his bag and began making his way into the kitchen in order to make himself a bowl of cereal (he was a growing boy, okay, shut up, cereal in the afternoon was perfectly fine, his Uncle Clint did it all the time).

he shrugged. “Eh- it was okay. Boring, as usual; they gave us a test, I aced it, again, as usual,” Peter explained, carefully avoiding the fact that they’d been learning about The Battle of New York in lesson that day. He knew it was a touchy subject for his dad, and he didn’t want to risk upsetting him.

Dad raised an eyebrow, taking a sip from his coffee and watching Peter with a look on his face. Peter just sighed. He knew what was coming.

“So how was Waaade?

He sighed. “Ugh, Wade was fine, he smiled at me while i passed on the corridors today and that was literally all that happened. I honestly don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this, he called me cute once-”

“Once is enough,” his dad shrugged bemusedly, poking Peter in the side as he walked around the table to sit next to him and get to work on his snack. 

“That is not a snack, Peter,” dad said, because unfortunately he was good at reading Peter’s mind like that. “That’s like, a full meal. We’re having dinner in an hour, are you serious-”

“School is hard work,” Peter complained, flopping on to the stool and leaning on his dad’s shoulder theatrically, “It drains me of energy that I need to replenish with Lucky Charms.”

“Natasha will blow her top if she sees you eating that- it’s her turn to cook tonight. And if she chooses to murder you for eating beforehand, then there isn’t much I can do. I know you’re my son, but the whole parent-bond thing only goes so far-”

Peter bumped him on the shoulder and he laughed quietly. It was nice to see the tension ease off his face a little.

Of course, then everything went wrong again.

“Hey Peter, didn’t know you’d be back so ear- oh,” his Pops said, entering the room and faltering when he saw Dad already sat at the table.

There was an awkward pause. Peter guessed they must have got the days wrong for which one of them was going to go and talk to him about his school day. 
That tended to happen when they didn’t actually speak to one another and acted like they were Peter’s Goddamn age.

Pops managed to collect himself, though- walking forward and smiling as he reached out to squeeze Peter’s shoulder, before heading to the cupboards and grabbing a mug. “You had a good day today?”

Peter shrugged, wishing it didn’t feel as tense as it did. Why the hell did parents have to argue anyway? It was stupid. They were being stupid, and Peter just wanted them to kiss and make up already- because that’s what they did, that’s what they always did, right? This wasn’t going to last, it couldn’t- Peter didn’t want to have two homes, he didn’t want Dad to marry someone else or Pops to have different kids-

It was only then that he realised Dad and Pops had moved, resting a hand on each shoulder while he leaned forward on to the table and hid his crumpled face in the crook of his arms.

 “Peter! Hey, baby, what’s happened, did something go down at school-”

“Do we need to go in, because we’ll go in, okay- whatever’s wrong, we’ll sort it out. Are you being bullied?”

“Did someone hurt you?”

“Did you have an argument with your friends?”

“Were y-”

“IT’S YOU TWO!” Peter yelled, jerking upward again and throwing his hands in the air. “God, this is the first time you’ve been this close to each other in ages! I haven’t seen you look each other in the eye when you’re around one another except to argue! Why the hell are you both being so stupid? I don’t…I don’t want you to get divorced! But you will and then you’ll both find stupid new people and have stupid new lives and leave me behind and we won’t be a family any more and I don’t want that so just STOP FIGHTING!”

He didn’t stop to listen to whatever stupid crap they tried to throw at him; instead kicking the chair he was sat on over and storming out of the room angrily, ignoring their calls and running up into his room before they could bother him. 

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anonymous asked:

Prompt? Kim slowly gaining her popularity back bc ever since she changed and starting being nicer to people, the general population likes her more than Amanda. So Trini is worried that she'll leave them once she's accepted again, but Kim proves that this is not the case obviously and that she'd rather be outcasts with the team than popular without them. Sorry if this doesn't make much sense. I love your writing.

A/N: Here you go! Enjoy some more Trimberly :)

After Angel Grove is destroyed, Kimberly finds that the community comes together slowly but surely to fix their little hometown. Along with that, people start to forgive. She doesn’t feel so bad walking through town because people greet her with smiles instead of scowls. She starts holding her head higher in the hallways because everyone has stopped whispering about her. And she gains back friends who were too afraid to speak to her, afraid that they’d lose their popularity much like she did.

Slowly but surely, like their little town, Kimberly rebuilds. Remodels. But there has been so many great changes that she finds it a little hard to be overly happy about her slow rise to popularity. The best change she has made is the girl that walks through the halls on Kimberly’s arm. The same girl who spent so long shoved in the background that it makes Kimberly a little sad how much time she missed. How many kisses did she lose? How many laughs and smiles did she miss out on? How many I love you’s did so go without?

“…and then I blew it up.”

Kimberly shakes herself from her thoughts as she looks to where Billy is organizing his lunch, “You blew it up?”

“How else was I supposed to get rid of it? It was taking over our back porch.” Billy huffs as he looks up at her. “You should’ve seen how big the nest was.”

“I can only imagine.” Kimberly laughs before her entire demeanor changes as she sees a familiar smile approach. “Hey, you. Where have you been?”

“Mr. Green kept droning on about our project so we were literally just freed from his nerdy clutches.” Trini grumbles as she plops down beside Kimberly.

“Hamlet?” Kimberly asks, and Trini pouts with a nod. “Mm, yeah. I’ve heard about how crazy he can get. Good luck.”

“Well, thankfully my girlfriend is a literature nerd so I’ll just force her to help me.” Trini smirks as she turns her head and glances up through thick lashes. “Right?”

“Of course.” Kimberly smiles as she begins to lean forward.


Kimberly startles and glances up to see Jessica Andrews walking towards her, “Uh, hey. What’s up, Jess?”

“Please tell me you’re free tonight.”


“I am having a fashion crisis and you’re like the best thrift shopper I know.” Jessica whines. “I promise I’ll buy you coffee afterwards.”

Kimberly finds herself nodding, “Sure.”

“You are a lifesaver!” Jessica squeals.

“She is insane.” Kimberly laughs as the blonde blows her a kiss and rushes away from the table. “Great. An entire evening with her crazy ass.”

“We have to train tonight.” Billy pipes in.

“I think we can skip out on one training session.” Kimberly scoffs as she pops her chip bag open.

“We?” Billy frowns.

“Trini and I.” Kimberly shrugs.

Trini looks at her with wide eyes, “Why would I miss training?”

“I was going to ditch Jess after the thrift store and take you out for dinner.” Kimberly replies as she looks to Trini. “I mean, unless you don’t want to…?”

“No. I’m just…surprised.” Trini admits, and her eyes quickly drop to the table as Kimberly frowns. “I just didn’t know if you’d want me around your friends.”

“What?” Kimberly laughs.

“They’re popular.” Trini murmurs. “I’m not.”

“So? You’re my girlfriend.” Kimberly reminds her with a slight teasing in her voice. “If I go somewhere, I’m taking my lady with me.”

“Yeah?” Trini smiles as she turns her head.

“Of course.” Kimberly whispers as she leans forward to rest their lips together. “I hope you know you matter more.”

“I know now.” Trini whispers.


Three weeks later, Trini doesn’t know if Kimberly really believes what she said that day in the cafeteria. Of course she is still an amazing girlfriend, but she distances herself little by little from their band of misfits. It starts with skipped movie nights, then a few forgotten family dinners, and eventually training becomes an afterthought. Trini is worried, she feels like Kimberly is slipping away and she doesn’t know how much longer she can hold on.

They’re training on a Thursday and Trini puts all her worries into her fighting. Her punches are weaker, her kicks are avoided, and one too many fake putties take her out with ease. She is so used to having Kimberly at her back that she sometimes she forgets that right now she is on her own. It isn’t till she is thrown against a wall that she snaps back to reality. The pain radiates through her body and the boys surround her with worry on their faces as they look her over.

“You’re bleeding.” Jason frowns as he looks at the two deep cuts on her shoulder and forehead. “I’m going to go get the first aid kit and patch you up.”

Zack watches as Jason hurries off with Billy at his heels, “Alright. Talk to me, crazy girl. You’re fighting like your head is a million miles in the clouds.”

“I’m fine, Zack.” Trini snaps as she attempts to sit up only to stumble back as her head spins. “Shit. Okay, so I’m not fine. But I’m fine in other aspects.”

“Yes you are.” Zack smirks.

Trini finally cracks a smile as she rolls her eyes, “Now is not the time for you to be hitting on me.”

“Better me hitting on you than you hitting a wall.” Zack shrugs. “So, are you going to tell me what’s up?”

“Maybe you can tell us all what’s up.” Jason suggests as he walks back towards them with the first aid kit. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you lose focus like that.”

“I’ve got a lot on my mind…”

“You mean you have Kim on your mind? I think that’s what she means.” Billy chirps as he pops the first aid kit open. “You seem…sad.”

“I’m not sad.” Trini assures him with a wince as Jason presses a layer of gauze to her forehead. “I’m just confused. Kim said that…it just seems like she’s changed since everyone forgave her.”

“Have you maybe tried talking to her about it?” Jason asks as he accepts the alcohol pad Billy holds out.

“She’s so happy.” Trini mumbles before she tenses at the sting of alcohol. “I want her to be happy. No matter what. And having all of her old friends back makes her smile, and she seems so much lighter. It’d be fucked up for me to tell her that I’m upset about it.”

“Kim isn’t our friend anymore?” Billy demands.

“No. She’s still our friend.” Jason assures him with a small smile. “She just has a lot going on, she just needs someone to pull her head from her ass.”

Zack snorts as he works on putting bandaids on Trini’s shoulder, “What about you, jockstrap? You ever miss that part of your life?”

“Sometimes I do.” Jason admits with a slow nod. “But I know I belong with you guys, being a part of this little family is a part of my destiny. All of those people will disappear from my life as time goes on, but you guys are here to stay.”

Trini smiles at the boy, “I hope Kim sees it that way some day.”


Kimberly throws her head back and laughs at her friends’ as they walk out of the freshly built Krispy Kreme. Her attention is so focused on whatever Gillian Baker is saying that she barely hears Jessica mention Jason’s name; it isn’t till she looks up to see him leaning against the building across the street that she offers him a smile and wave that he doesn’t return.

“What’s his issue?” Jessica sneers.

“Not sure, guess I should go find out. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Kimberly smiles, and she is quick to cross the street and pause before her friend. “Hey, Jace.”

“You missed training. Again.” Jason frowns as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I think that’s the fifth training session you’ve missed, Kim.”

“I’m sorry. Harper invited us out to…”

“Trini got hurt.”

The words are like ice being thrown at her, and she stares at him for a long moment to search for answers. It takes her a moment to notice the small speckles of blood on his t-shirt and she feels the air disappear around her; it’s the same feeling she got after Trini was attacked by Rita, the same ache she felt during their near death experience.

“Is she okay?” Kimberly demands.

Jason drops his arms slowly, “I mean, it wasn’t life threatening but I guess her mom took her to the hospital to make sure she doesn’t have a concussion.”

“Why didn’t anyone call me?”

“Trini didn’t want to bother you.” Jason replies. “She knew you were out with your friends, and she didn’t want you to have to drop everything for her.”

“What?” Kimberly scoffs. “She knows I would.”

“Would you?”

Kimberly jerks back at his tone and her grip tightens subtly on her coffee cup, “What are you trying to say?”

“Look, I’m not trying to be an ass,” Jason sighs. “But it kills me seeing any of you upset, and Trini is really confused on where she fits in your life.”


Kimberly feels her heart break at his words, she was so sure Trini knew exactly where she fit. She fit in the center of Kimberly’s world, she was Kimberly’s anchor. With a shudder of a breath, her grasp finally broke through the plastic of her drink and she barely registered the burning of the coffee as it dripped down her hand.


Kimberly shakes her head and backs away from him, “I need to go see Trini. I’m…thank you, Jace.”


By the time Trini finally gets home from the hospital, her entire body is throbbing. Her mother is gentle with her, and for a little while Trini revels in it. But then the questions start and Trini mumbles something about a shower before she disappears and slips into her bathroom. The hot water pounds down on her and the steam seems to clear her mind as she presses her hands to the wall and allows her head to drop forward. She stays until the tap turns cold and she is quick to slip out and into a fluffy towel before she patters off to her bedroom.

All she wants right now is her Batman pajamas and Golden Girls; the idea of a night by herself brings an odd sensation to her. She hasn’t had a night alone since they had found their coins that fateful night. With a sigh, Trini slips into her room and is a second away from dropping her towel before she hears someone clear their throat. A small squeak leaves her as she clutches her towel to herself and turns to see Kimberly sitting on the edge of her bed with wide eyes.

“What are you doing here?” Trini demands.

“Well, I found out my girlfriend was hurt so I wanted to come over and make sure she was okay.” Kimberly replies as she presses a hand over her eyes. “You can change.”

Trini smiles softly and rolls her eyes as she sees Kimberly make a show of peeking through her fingers, “Turn around.”

“I won’t look…”

“Turn around.” Trini repeats.

A swell of adoration bubbles deep in Trini’s stomach at Kimberly’s pout before she does as she was ordered. Trini dresses quickly and tosses her towel in her laundry basket before she moves to crawl onto her bed. As soon as her body makes contact with the mattress, a hiss of pain escapes her and Kimberly turns to face her with wide, worried eyes.

“What happened?” Kimberly whispers.

Trini shifts on the bed and scowls, “You’d know if you actually showed up for training now and then.”

“I deserve that.” Kimberly murmurs as she reaches out to sweep a strand of hair from Trini’s face. “I’m sorry, babe.”

“I’d say it’s fine, but I would be lying.” Trini mumbles as she turns her head subtly into the touch. “Billy asked us if you were still our friend.”

“What? Of course I am.” Kimberly scoffs as she drops her hand from Trini’s face. “God. Am I not allowed to have friends outside of our group? Am I only limited to talking to the four of you?”

Trini is calm as she arches an eyebrow at her girlfriend, “I don’t recall ever expressing my dislike towards you having other friends. It’s your life, Kim. Nobody can tell you what to do.”

“Well, it feels like you guys want me to choose…”

“I don’t want you to choose.” Trini cuts in as she narrows her eyes. “I just wish you’d learn how to balance it all, I wish you’d see how much the boys miss you. I wish you’d see how much I miss you.”

Kimberly softens, “You miss me?”

“Always.” Trini shrugs. “I know you’re building old friendships back, but we still exist. The four of us, we were the ones who didn’t judge you. We didn’t outcast you for one stupid mistake.”

“I just…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself. I understand. You had a completely different life before we became superheroes.” Trini shrugs. “And I understand that you miss that part of your life, and I would never ask you to just walk away from that again. I want you to be happy.”

Kimberly is silent for a long moment before her brow furrows, “Being a Power Ranger makes me happy. Billy’s excitement makes me happy. Zack’s enthusiasm for life makes me happy. Jason’s optimism makes me happy. You make me happy.”

“But so do they.” Trini whispers.

“No, they made the old me happy…and I’m not sure I can even call the old me happy. I was safe, feared.” Kimberly frowns. “It’s different with you guys, especially you. I am so happy when I’m with you guys.”

Trini tries to smother her yawn, “We’re happy when you’re with us too. But mostly me. I’m the happiest.”

“Of course.” Kimberly snorts, and Trini sees the way she scans her over. “You look exhausted, you should get some sleep.”

“Stay.” Trini orders.

Kimberly gives her that smile that melts her heart and kicks off her shoes before she joins Trini under the covers. Trini snuggles into her girlfriend and listens to steady thud of her heartbeat while gentle fingers pull through her damp locks and slowly lull her to sleep.

“I’d choose you, y’know?”

Trini blinks sleepily, “Hm?”

“If you made me choose,” Kimberly whispers as she ducks her head to press her lips to Trini’s dark locks. “I’d choose you, without a second thought.”

Trini falls asleep with a smile on her face, and holds onto the knowledge that the Kimberly wants Trini as much as Trini wants Kimberly.


Kimberly walks into the cafeteria and glances around the crowded room. She sees most of her friends crowded at a table across the room, and she can hear their booming laughter as they all stand over one of the football player’s and stare down at his phone; she has no doubt they’re watching some video of a freshmen being tortured by one of them.

A smile pulls at her lips as she targets her gaze at the table in the back corner. Billy is fiddling with something, his brows are furrowed and his lunch is all but forgotten. Jason is switching between reading a book and stuffing the school’s mystery meat in his face. Zack is passed out on a paper bag. And Trini is watching Billy with a fond smile while she eats her celery. Her friends, her family, look so happy and she’s never wanted to be somewhere so badly.

“Kim!” Harper calls.

Kimberly looks to her and she spares the dozens of gazes on her a smile before she crosses the cafeteria and slides into the empty seat beside Trini. She can feel the eyes on her, but all she cares about is the beam that lights up Trini’s face while the boys flash her knowing looks; it’s all that matters to her.

“Hi.” Trini hums.

Kimberly sighs adoringly and leans forward to press a soft kiss to smiling lips, “Hi, gorgeous. Miss me?”

Trini shrugs with a smug expression, “Always. Did you miss me?”

“Always.” Kimberly mocks.

As she sits with the four most important people in her world, she has never felt more right. She knows where she belongs, right here with the people that feel like home.

Tom Holland Imagine: City of Stars

Summary: You complain to Tom about how people don’t really go dancing anymore and how planetariums are your favorite place in the world. Tom decides to plan a perfect date for your anniversary.

A/N: I saw La La Land last night and it was incredible and while I was watching it I got really angry about how people don’t go like dancing anymore the way the used to its always grinding and twerking now and I hate it and it also reminded me about how much I love planetariums and that’s how this was born okay bye

Warnings: Cussing


“No, you don’t get it, Tom! I know people go dancing still but it’s like ‘oh you’re hot so I’m gonna rub my ass on your crotch and then we’ll go and fuck.’ And its stupid. Completely stupid and I hate it! Why can’t people still go dancing like the did in the '40s or something.”

“Because it’s 2017, that’s why.”

“Fine. Then we’ll build a space ship and fly far away.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just go to the planetarium and pretend that one of those tiny stars is a planet where there’s a girl just like me going dancing with her famous boyfriend who plays Bee-Man and is having the time of her life!”

“Bee-Man? Really?”

“Well I was gonna say Ant-Man but he actually exists so I had to think fast!”

Tom chuckled and pulled me into his chest. One of his hands ran through my hair while the other was being held by my two smaller ones.

“Can you believe it’s almost Valentine’s Day?”

“Yeah… that’d make it, what? 3 years? Cause you’re a cheeseball and made me wait 3 months before you made it official on Valentine’s Day?”

“Hey! I was trying to be romantic!”

“If we had started seeing each other in late January, then yes, it would have been reasonable to wait till Valentine’s Day but we started dating in November, honey. You were lucky you’re cute or else I would’ve been long gone.”

Tom laughed and kissed the top of my head.

“At one point I thought about asking you at 11:59 on February 13th as a joke but then Harrison informed that that would result in me with an ice cream in my face.”

“Yeah, you got that right.”

Tom and I turned our attention back to the TV that was playing Endless Love. We both disliked this movie but it was the one he had taken me to see when he asked me to be his girlfriend so we made an exception to watch it only when it was on TV… until Harrison thought that we actually liked it and bought it for us. Now we watch it on February 4th. Exactly 10 days before our anniversary because 10 is Tom’s lucky number.

I snuggled into his chest and closed me eyes, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

—Tom’s POV—

“So do you know what you’re gonna do for her on Valentine’s Day?” Zendaya asked over brunch with her, Jacob, Harrison and Laura.

“Yeah, I think I do…”

“Well, spill!”

“Okay, she kinda spilled a lot to me while we were cuddling the other night and I kinda wanna do it all for her but I don’t exactly know how…”

“Well, what did she say?”

“That she misses dancing… like, not clubbing, but actual dancing the way the did in the '40s and '50s. And she also said that she loves planetariums because she likes to look at the stars and imagine what’s going on over there.”

“So, take her to the planetarium and then take her dancing!” Harrison suggested.

“No, this needs to be more magical. I mean it is their 3 year anniversary.” Laura said.

“Yeah… OH! I’ve got it! So, I’m really good friends with the owner of the planetarium in LA! He’s an old family friend! I’ll call him up! He’s usually closed on Valentine’s Day to spend time with his wife and so maybe I can get him to let you and Y/N use it for the night! You can take her dancing IN the stars!” Zendaya yelled.

“Oh my god, that’s perfect! Please call him!”

“Doing it right now!”

—Your POV—

I was humming while dancing around in the kitchen of Tom and I’s apartment. I jumped when I felt a pair of arms slide around my waist and lift me up.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Tom whispered in my ear.

“Good morning to you, too, sleepy head.”

Tom smiled before he leaned down and kissed me.

“Go pack a bag for 1 day and 2 nights. We leave in a few hours.”

“What? What do you mean? Our anniversary is tomorrow we can’t be leaving town! What about our reservations!?”

“Yes we can. I already cancelled them. This is your present. Now run along and get packed.”

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise. Pack stuff to sleep in, clothes for warm weather and a nice dress.”


—Time Skip—

“LA, Tom?! You’ve taken me to LA!?”

“Yes… is that okay?”

“More than okay! The cold weather was driving me insane! Now come on, we have to get to our hotel!”

Tom had called an Uber to pick us up from the airport and it drove us to a beautiful hotel.

“Oh, Tom! This is amazing!”

“Thank you, beautiful. Now let’s go inside, order room service and then cuddle for the rest of the night. Tomorrow is a big day!”

Tom and I spent the night shoving our faces with pizza and watching Friends on TV. I eventually fell sleep while laying in his lap. I was briefly brought back into consciousness when I felt arms pick me up and place me onto our bed. I felt Tom slide in next to me and press a kiss to my temple.

“I do hope tomorrow goes as planned.” I hear him whisper before he snuggles his face in the crook of my neck and falls asleep.

—Time Skip—

“Tom, this food is delicious! How did you even get reservations to this place on Valentine’s Day!? And so quickly!?”

“Uh, hello? I’m Spider-Man. Far better and superior to Bee-Man.”

I laughed and felt Tom grab my hand across the table.

“We better hurry up and finish. I still have one surprise left for you.”

I smiled over at Tom as he pointed to his watch that I had given him this morning. He had been wanting it for a while. His parents told me they were getting it for him for Christmas so I didn’t buy it for him but then they accidentally ordered the wrong one. So, I bought him the right one for our anniversary.

Tom paid the bill and grabbed my hand. He drug me out the door and down the street.

“Where are we going!?”

“You’ll see!”

After about 20 minutes of walking, we were met with a cab at the bottom of a giant hill. Tom opened the door for me and I got inside. Tom came in next to me and the cab began to drive. The drive up the hill was beautiful.

When we reached the top, I was met with a beautiful white building.

“Tom, what is this place?”

“You ask too many questions. Just follow me.”

Tom held my hand as he walked up to the door.

“And this is where I blindfold you.”


I was cut off by Tom shushing me and placing a piece of cloth over my eyes and tying it. Tom grabbed my hand and led me inside. He guided me through the building very well but still managed to bump into a few things causing both of us to laugh. Finally, I heard a door open and close.

“You can take it off, now.”

I slid the blindfold off my eyes and gasped at what I saw.

Tom and I were standing in a giant black room, surrounded by stars and tiny planets.

“Welcome to the City of Stars.” Tom whispered in my ear before a soft piano sound started playing. Tom circled around me and held his hand out.

As soon as I took it, he pulled me into his chest and placed my hand on his shoulder before he placed his on my lower back.

Tom began to lead me around the the floor, spinning me, dipping me, and lifting me to the sound of the music.

As we danced, I looked around at all the stars and planets that seemed to be dancing with us. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn’t even noticed that Tom had stopped dancing.

“Which one do you think Bee-Man and his slightly less beautiful version of you live on?”

I smiled at Tom and left his side to walk around the planetarium. I scanned over every star before one in particular stood out.

“That one.” I said, as I pointed to it.

I felt Tom slide his arms around my waist from behind as we looked at the star.

“Well, then that one’s yours.” Tom said as he held a certificate out to me.


“Yup. All we have to do is right down its location, give it a name and sign this document and then it’s yours. So, what do you want to name this shinning star in the Pegasus constellation?”

“The City of Stars.”

Tom smiled and pulled me into a passionate kiss as the piano music came to and end around us.

“I think I want it to stay…”

Something New Is Going to Happen

Summary: Stiles accidentally discovers that their school mascot is super cute.

Notes: Written for the @sterekreversebang! Inspired by adorable art by @mysticmystery! (Fic on AO3) (Link to art)

Stiles sighs as he glances around the empty locker room. It’s completely trashed. And it’s his job to clean it up, because Coach dubbed him “worst player of the game.” Usually Greenberg held that dubious honor, but he’d tripped Stiles three times tonight just to avoid it.

Everyone else has already left, most of them wearing their Lacrosse jerseys so they can get a free slice of pizza at Vic’s. Scott had apologetically offered to bring him one, but Stiles had waved him off. He just wants to get this done and go home.

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Auston Matthews #2 - Game Six

@memz-elizabeth- asked: Hi can i get an imagine please? Can i get an Auston Matthews one about the loss of the Stanley cup? a lot of fluff and cuteness please! thanks

So sorry this came out much later than expected. I think I caught a cold from a friend of mine who neglected to tell me she was sick and that I shared a drink with. This was super fun to write because who doesn’t love fluff? I know I do. I hope you enjoy this! 

The great thing about game six of the playoffs taking place at home was that you got to see your boyfriend Auston play live. What wasn’t so great was them losing and you having to watch first hand as they skated heartbroken off of the ice. When all of the parents and significant others gathered to meet them outside of the locker room you went as well but hung towards the back. You wanted Auston to see his parents first since he would likely be riding back with you. It had been Mitch’s turn to drive the carpool and by you bringing your car it gave Auston the room to decide if he wanted to be alone or not.

Your phone buzzed with condolences for Auston from your friends and you answered a few as you waited for your boyfriend to emerge. Auston was one of the last ones out likely because the media wanted to pester him with questions and he made a beeline for his parents, not noticing you. Though usually towering over people with his broad shoulders and 6’3” frame, the way he hunched in on himself gave the impression he was much smaller. You made no attempt to move from your spot against the wall. This was a private moment for Auston and his family and you didn’t want to interrupt.

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Miss Right (M)

pairing: Taehyung x Reader 

words: 8k

genre: lots of fluff, some angst, smut

summary: Taehyung’s first time meeting your somewhat intimidating American parents. 

A/N: This is my first real fic so I’d appreciate constructive feedback!! I really like how it turned out but there may be some grammatical errors, I’m probably going to write a sequel to this but right now this is a stand-alone.

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

You were from America and decided to move to South Korea after going there to study abroad in Seoul to be a nurse and falling in love with the country at the same time, you family wasn’t very happy because you would be halfway across the world from them but after convincing them that this was something that you really wanted to do they allowed it. You were growing to be pretty fluent in Korean and tried to teach your parents but they really though that it was your thing and didn’t bother since they weren’t the ones moving to Korea.

 You met Taehyung the day that you moved into your apartment, you didn’t really have any friends to help you move all of your furniture and you couldn’t afford to hire a moving guy yet so you were trying to move all of your furniture from your rented moving van up to your apartment on the second floor of the complex and it worked out fine for your dining chairs and side tables but when it came to your couch you were just struggling to get it through the doorway by yourself. That was when ,fatefully, Taehyung walked past and couldn’t help but notice your struggle and decided to step in. 

“Do you want any help with that?” he said coming up behind you and tapping your shoulder, making you jump.

 "Oh my gosh!“ You sounded out of breath from physically straining yourself. You were used to doing manual labor because you always had to help your dad out with chores but this wasn’t something that you could handle yourself but you also didn’t want to inconvenience this handsome stranger. “Umm you don’t have to, I’m sure I’ll get it eventually, but thanks!” you said after catching your breath.

“No it’s really no problem and I have nothing better to do so don’t worry about it,“ Taehyung said, ignoring the voice in the back of his head saying that he was already late for dance practice and didn’t have time for this and listening to the voice that was telling him that you seemed like you really needed help, you’re face was red, your hair was messy, and he could tell that you were foreign so you probably didn’t even know anybody else here to help you so who was he to make you struggle just so he can go to his dance practice? He silently made the decision to help, then got to work getting on the other side of your couch without letting you voice any protests and picking up his side.

“O-okay, thank you,” you picked up the other side of the couch and with the help of Taehyung, walking it through the doorway of your apartment complex and lifting it up the stairs to the second floor where your apartment was. Once you got your couch inside your apartment you and Taehyung sat down in exhaustion on the couch 

“Thank you so much…?“

“Taehyung, my names Taehyung Kim, what’s yours?”

“Oh it’s y/n, thank you Taehyung, I don’t know what I would’ve done without you, could I get you a water or coffee or something?” You jumped off of the couch to go to the fridge to get your savior something to drink 

“I’ll have a water please”

“Okie dokie”

“So where are you from, if you don’t mind me asking?” he asked, tilting his head in curiosity.

“I just moved here from America but I’ve lived here before for a year while studying abroad" 

"Oh, well I hope you like living here” he said, when you looked at him he reminded you of sunshine with his bright boxy smile and golden skin. “Okay so I actually have to be leaving I’m kinda late for a practice and I think my members might get a little snippy with me if I skip it entirely to hang out with you even though I would love that, so I guess I’ll see you around?” Taehyung got off the couch and headed toward the door, making your heart sink a little, you really enjoyed his company. 

“Umm how about I treat you to dinner sometime to thank you for all of your help, I can give you my number if you want to set it up later,” you said, thinking quickly to come up with a reason to keep this person in your life. Taehyung’s heart jumped at your suggestion because he really wanted to get to know you better so he quickly pulled out his phone, ignored all of the missed notifications from the other members and made a new contact for you in his phone and affectionately named you “couch cutie 🛋” then he had to hurry off to practice leaving you in your new apartment looking at your door with a dumb smile on your face. 

That encounter led to your first date, a midnight meeting at a convenience store to eat ramen together, where you learned that he was an idol and he had to be very secretive about his personal life for the safety and privacy of his friends and family. You understood and asked about his music because it was obviously his passion and even though you didn’t really understand all of the terms that he was saying you admired how excited and passionate he was about his dream. He asked you to be his girlfriend after the third date which was really just him coming over to your house to eat dinner and watch a movie in private together and you accepted his affections because you were really starting to fall for this sunshine of a person and it was hard to see how anyone could not love him to pieces. And so your relationship with Taehyung soon blossomed into a romance that neither of you had ever experienced before because you were in love with each other and it felt nothing like the short insignificant relationships you both had been in prior. It made you feel crazy because you had never fallen so hard, so fast for someone. You had never missed someone so bad or constantly had your mind on him, wondering what he was doing. He made you feel wanted and he never made you feel like any less than a strong, beautiful woman. Your relationship wasn’t perfect, you still had disagreements and needed to make compromises, it was still hard for you when he was gone for months on end but you understood that the path that he had chosen was his dream and you wanted him to put that first before anything. He supported your studies to be a nurse and would cheer you on nights that you stayed up until midnight to finish a research paper.

The first time you brought Taehyung home to America it was unbearably awkward because a) your parents were unbearably overprotective and unwilling to trust that you would fall in love with a good person because if your past boyfriends and b) the language barrier, Taehyung knew very limited english and was much better at writing english than actually having conversations in english and your family knew almost no Korean so you would have to translate their conversations for them and it was just mentally exhausting for you. 

The night after Tae’s first meeting with your family you had to talk him back into staying for the rest of the trip (that was to celebrate your 1 year anniversary) because he was convinced that your parents hated him. Your father was always a hard man to pretty much anyone who wasn’t in his immediate family and no one really knew that he was a huge softie who loved lame tv shows until they really got closer to him. Your mother was probably one of the kindest women in the entire world and wouldn’t hurt a fly but with anybody that you would bring home before she would trust them with her baby, she would act very cold until she knew that they loved you and would take care of you. You mentally cursed yourself for not debriefing Taehyung on what to expect when it came to your parents and now he was stressing out because they had intimidated him so badly.

"Oh my god y/n they hate me. They hate me so much and honestly I should just leave so you can spend some family time together without my presence. Did you see his face when I told him I was in a boy group?? He stared me down and didn’t even blink for I swear like 3 minutes!! And why does your mom hate me? I know I’m not from America but aren’t all moms supposed to be welcoming and friendly?? She! Hates! Me!“ Taehyung said while laying in the bed in your childhood bedroom with you, he was talking so fast you decided to just wait until he was finished to try and explain your parents behavior. You both were tired from the flight and were laying together in pajamas. It was strange for you to see Taehyung react like this, usually he was a very level-headed person, keeping you calm when you got lost or something and just relaxing and going with the flow. Taehyung now was completely different, he was acting like your parents approval of him was contingent for your relationship to continue so you knew you had to reassure him that it was okay.

"Tae listen to me, they don’t hate you I promise, this is just how they act when I bring someone home because they like to test them to see if they are good. I know they are kinda crazy but I know that they’ll learn to love you once they see the side of you that I know. My dad is very intimidating and I’m sorry for him but that’s just how he acts with everyone really and my mom will probably warm up to you by tomorrow. You can’t leave I love you too much and you are part of the family if I have anything to say about it.” You said, snuggling to his side and stroking his arm trying to comfort him. You were resting your head on his chest and you could hear how fast his heart was beating and it worried you. You knew that he had been through a lot today, from the plane ride here to your parents psychological warfare and you were genuinely sorry that he had to deal with that because he didn’t get many breaks and it sucked that he wasn’t able to rest and relax for this one. He was the one to suggest going and meeting your parents for your guys’ anniversary though, but you didn’t think that he really knew what he was getting himself into. You leaned over him so that you were hovering over his face, “I love you” you said punctuating every syllable with a kiss. 

Taehyung felt like he was in over his head, he just wanted to come meet your parents and he really thought that you were joking on the plane ride when you told him that your parents were kinda crazy. He wasn’t so much worried about your mother not liking him because he could sense her being kinder to him during the end of the night. Who he was really worried about was your father. He couldn’t believe you when you told him that that was how he acted normally, who stares at someone for 3 minutes straight and that’s considered normal?? You had met his parents about 2 months into your relationship and they had fallen absolutely in love with you, making Taehyung promise to treat you right so that you could be their daughter-in-law. His parents were always open and happy to him bringing anyone home and he was shook with the huge cultural difference. Your parents reactions made him feel scared and insecure about your love for him because it made him worry that you would leave him if your parents disapproved of him and that was the last thing that he wanted but he wanted you to be happy and he knew that your parents meant the world to you. You were always talking about helping your father paint your bedroom and building snow forts with him or how you would watch movies with your mom all the time. He saw the way that your eyes lit up when you thought about them and he wasn’t going to be the one to force you to choose between him and your family, just as he thought this you started speaking again.

"Babe even if my parents didn’t like you, I’m an adult and they are going to love me regardless it doesn’t matter to me if they disapprove of who I’m dating as long as you aren’t hurting me it doesn’t matter what they think of you and honestly you just need to give them time to get to know you. You are one of the best things that’s ever happened to me and I’m not going to let you go because of something stupid like this.“

Your words comforted the worries that he had in his mind a little but he was still wracked with stress but he knew that he had to get some rest.

"Alright babe, we’ll talk about it more in the morning, I love you” he said, closing his eyes and turning your bodies so you were spooning. He took a breath, breathing in the scent of you that he had grown so accustomed to and tried to calm his beating heart.

"Everything is going to be alright Taehyungie I promise” you shifted in his arms so that you were facing him and gave him a soft kiss, he responded timidly, something that you weren’t really used to when it came to kissing Taehyung, he was usually confident and passionate but now he was just soft and nervous. You pushed your mouth on him harder, nudging his mouth open with your tongue, he grew more confident, taking control of the kiss and putting his hands in your hair, tugging softly making you moan into his mouth. You pushed him over and straddled him, keeping your mouths connected. He started running his hands over your body, as if trying to commit it to memory, kissing you desperately. He was trying to quiet the thoughts that he kept having of you abandoning him but they just wouldn’t leave. He felt tears spring out of his eyes at the though of you not being in his life and you tasted the saltiness of his tears.

“Please don’t leave me y/n, I love you so much and I don’t know what I’d do without you.“ 

"Oh Tae, I would never leave you, I love you too much and I can’t imagine my life without you and guess what?" 


"I don’t have to because I’m not going anywhere and I’ll be damned if you go anywhere without me,” you kissed away the fresh tears on his face, deciding to yourself that you were going to have a talk with your parents tomorrow about their behavior toward him because this just wouldn’t do, you couldn’t have their actions destroy everything that you and Taehyung built just because they wanted to be unreasonably unlikable. You caressed his cheek softly until his breathing calmed down then turned so that you we back in your original spooning position. It only took a moment for your body to succumb to how tired it was from the eventful day as you fell into a restless sleep.

The next morning you woke up next to Taehyung with his arms wrapped loosely around you and you glanced at your clock. Good, your parents would be up so you could talk to them before Taehyung woke up. You gently removed yourself from Tae’s embrace so you didn’t wake him up, then walked from your old room to your dining room where your parents were sat eating bowls of cereal for breakfast.

"Good morning sweetie” said your mom looking up at you and smiling brightly.

“Good morning y/n” said your dad, looking up from the newspaper that he was reading.

“Good morning guys, I need to talk about something with you.” You said, grabbing a cup of coffee then sitting down at your dining room table to look at them. Their eyes shot up to look at you in mild confusion. “Alright look I know that you like to put all of my new dates through like a weird test thing to see if they are good enough for me and that’s all fine and dandy with all of the past people that I’ve dated but this is a lot different than my past dates by a long shot. Taehyung doesn’t speak fluent English and you guys don’t speak any Korean so all of the stuff that you would normally do is kinda freaking him out and he doesn’t know how to tell you guys that, I know that I may not have had much luck with choosing partners in the past but Tae is something special, I’ve been with him for a year and not once have I felt like I needed to change something about myself to make him feel more comfortable, not once has he made me feel like any less of a person, he’s such a good guy and I love him and I need you guys to trust that I’ve picked a keeper and stop with your mind games. Please?” You said, halfway pleading with your parents when you saw that their facial expressions looked like they were confused.

Taehyung had woken up shortly after you had left because he sensed that your presence was gone and he reached out in his sleep trying to reach you but he was only left with empty bed. His sleepy-irrational mind immediately panicked after last night with thoughts like ‘oh my god what if she’s left me and is never coming back?’ So he got out of bed and went to go find you. He could see that the bathroom that you had connected to your room was dark so he walked through the hallway to your dining room and stopped before entering when he heard you talking to your parents. He could see your face from his vantage point. He couldn’t really understand all of what you were saying but he made out that you were talking to them about him. He watched your face as you talked about him and it shocked him and warmed his heart when he realized that the same light that was in your eyes when you talked to Taehyung about your family was in your eyes when you talked to your family about Taehyung. He decided to go back to your room quietly so that he didn’t interrupt your conversation but the one thing that he definitely understood from your conversation was that you loved him.

“Alright honey,” your mom said with a sigh, “I’m sorry that we were so rough with him last night but you know that we only do that because we love you and we want your heart to be safe.”

“I know mom and I thank you for that, you guys have saved me countless times from shitty dates but he is nothing like them and I just want to be able to have a good time with the three most important people in my life,” you said looking down and fidgeting with your hands.

“We trust you y/n, I’ll try to stop being so cold to him but that doesn’t mean that I like him, he’s gotta earn that himself,” your dad said after being quiet for some time.

“Thank you so much guys,” you said getting up from your seat “ now, I’m going to make me and Tae a bowl of cereal and we’ll be out after we talk a bit okay?”

“That’s fine but don’t spill anything on your bed or I’ll have your ass,” your mom said, watching you make two bowls of cereal.

“Behave!” your dad said, watching you walk out of your dining room with your breakfast.

“I will!” you shouted back, chuckling softly at your parents and your playful banter. You walked back into your bedroom and was surprised to see Taehyung already awake and sitting up on your bed looking soft and sleepy.

“Hey babe, I got breakfast,” you said setting down the bowls on your side table and leaning down in front of him so your faces were about 2 inches apart and planted a chaste kiss on his mouth then standing back up. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, I love you,” he said, his voice sounding gravelly while intertwining his fingers with yours and pulling you back down on top of him so you both were laying down on your bed, Taehyung flat on his back and you directly on top of him. He lifted his head so that his mouth would meet yours in a stronger kiss, opening his mouth, you tasted like coffee and he loved it and you. Your room was lit by the sun coming in through your curtains and Taehyung resembled what was probably the closest thing to an angel that you’d ever see.

“God, I am so in love with you,” you said leaning your head down and kissing your way from his collarbone up to his jawline. He looked so good like this, skin glowing from sleep, his big eyes a little puffy, hair sticking up every which way, smiling like a dork at you. You were both wondering how you got so lucky to have each other.

Taehyung was in a state of bliss, he had you all to himself and with his work he usually didn’t get to spend a lot of time with you in the mornings the days that he spent the night at your place and not at the dorm. He started thinking that he could really get used to you being there for him every morning and every evening. He closed his eyes and relished in the warmth of your body heat together and the feeling of you pressing feather light kisses all over his face. It was then that he decided that he needed to make sure that you would always be there with him through everything. He also knew that it was still relatively early in your relationship so he was going to wait a bit to spring any proposal on you but just the thought of you two being legally bonded to each other for the whole world to see made him feel giddy, like a whole swarm of bees was trapped inside his chest. He opened his eyes quickly locked them with yours and flipped you over quickly so that he was lying on top of you. He then captured your lips in a strong and passionate kiss, you were a little startled by his sudden burst of energy but it didn’t stop you from kissing him back with just as much force and excitement. His hands found the back of your head and tangled into your hair, tugging lightly, you’re hands lightly scratched over his back in response to his ministrations. You tried to pull away from the kiss but he kept you there by biting your bottom lip softly, causing you to let out the softest moan in surprise. He started to grind his lower half on you, making you feel his hardness as he started to kiss away from your mouth lower until he was kissing down your neck, biting just a little. You really liked where this was going but you knew that your parents we probably waiting for you two to come out of your bedroom.

As if on cue you heard your moms voice ring through the hallway into your room, “Hey y/n, me and your father are going to go do a little grocery shopping, do you need or Taehyung need anything?”

You rolled Tae off of you in alarm and went to your bedroom door after fluffing down your hair and picking up the cereal bowl to make it look like that’s all you had been doing, “No I think we’re good but thank you mom!”

“Okay then you two have a good time, we have some new movies that you two can watch while we’re out!” You’re mom said, turning around and walking toward your front door and your father.

“I love you!” you called after her.

“I love you too!” you heard them call back after hearing the front door open and shut. You felt relieved that they were gone because Taehyung had stood up and was already slinking his hands around your hips from behind and pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses on the back of your neck.

“Baby, have I ever told you how beautiful you are? How happy you make me? How glad I am that you’re mine and I’m yours?” Taehyung said huskily, running his lips over your earlobe making you shiver. “I love you so much” he said pulling off your sleep shirt to reveal your bare chest, getting on his knees and kissing down the skin of your back, breathing in the familiar taste and scent of your skin, turning you around so that your front was facing him as he started to kiss from your naval down. He reached up and caressed your breasts, brushing over your hardened nipples. You felt lightheaded because of all of the feelings that he was causing and you knew that your panties we now soaked. One of his favorite things was eating you out and sometimes he wouldn’t stop when he got started until you had cum at least three times. He pulled back a little so he could drink in the view of you half-naked and blushing with a distinct wet spot on your panties. “Already this wet for me baby?” he said cockily stroking a finger over your panty-clad core, driving you crazy.

“Tae, please-” you said, knowing full well that you sounded needy and desperate, feeling an overwhelming satisfaction when Taehyung pushed you down onto your bed, your bottom half hanging off the mattress, while he pulled down your panties in one swift motion and latched his mouth in between your legs, devouring you ravenously. His sinful tongue found you clit, pressing down hard and moving in in a figure right motion causing you to practically scream into your pillows.

“Oh no y/n, I wanna hear you scream,” he said pausing what he was doing to your core to reach up and move the pillow away from you so you couldn’t muffle the sounds he was causing you to make, then he went back down to his place with his face in between your thighs. “Fuck you smell so good,” he said as he placed light kisses on your thighs while he easily pushed one finger into your core, stroking upward until he hit your g-spot while you breathlessly moaned his name, while he added a second finger he latched his mouth on your clit, making you buck into his face while emitting a half-choked sob at all the pleasure he was giving you. You were reaching your peak and you knew he could tell, your walls had started to clench around his fingers and you’re back was arching just how he liked and it was how he knew that you were seconds away from climaxing. “Go
on babe come on my face and hands, let yourself go,” Taehyung said before latching back onto your clit listening to your whimpers as you orgasmed all over him, feeling like electricity was surging through you as he stroked your g-spot through your climax making you feel breathless with overstimulation. You rode out your high with his fingers inside you until it got too much so you had to push him off of you. “You know I could literally never get tired of that,” Taehyung said, pushing himself onto the bed, catching his breath while you calmed down.

“Don’t think I’m done with you mister,” you said reaching down so you could clutch his hard-on through his sleep shorts, he hissed at the contact because he had been hard so long it hurt. You pulled off his shirt, and ran your hand over his chest. He had been meaning to start working out because he felt that he was getting chubby but every time he would talk like that you would combat his negative intrusive thoughts with your true feelings and you honestly lived for that thin layer of flab that was on his lower stomach because it made you feel better if you were feeling less than perfect because Taehyung was the most perfect person you had ever met and even he feels self-conscience of his body sometimes. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” you said pulling your upper body up and moving so that you were straddling him over his bulge. You looked down at him as you moved your bare core over his shorts and were met with needy eyes looking up at you, soundlessly begging you to remove his shorts and relieve his pressure. You obliged, pulling down his shorts and boxers in one go, watching his beautiful cock spring free and slap his lower stomach. You were still a little overstimulated so you slid down so that you were in the position he was in minutes before and took his cock into your mouth, you could taste his salty precum as you hollowed out your mouth and sucked him hard before letting him go and licking the bottom vein of his cock from the base to the tip, after repeating this a few times his cock was glistening with precum and your spit.

“Please baby, sit on my cock,” Taehyung groaned, head thrown back, eyes closed from pleasure. You slinked back up his body and lifted yourself so your dripping core was directly over his throbbing member, you sat down slowly, giving yourself time to adjust to his size and taking some deep breaths before you started pumping him in and out of you slowly. (You didn’t worry about a condom because you were on birth control and you had both been tested for STDs and had come back negative, stay safe kids) You gained speed as you bounced up and down on him but you could feel your stomach muscles burning and you knew that you had to switch positions.

“Tae, fuck me,” you said, he got the message and flipped you both around so that he was on top, pushing into you at a faster pace, making your head spin. He was above you, grunting softly with every thrust into you while you were basically screaming with pleasure.

“Your cunt is so hot and tight, always sucking me in,” he growled into your ear, making you clench at his dirty words. You were reaching your high at a faster pace because you had already orgasmed and you knew that you weren’t going to last long.

“I’m close-” you shrieked, he started thrusting harder into you.

“Me too baby, want you to come all over my cock,” he groaned, reaching in between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing furiously, causing you to tip over the edge then and there, coming on him as he pushed into you about a half a dozen more times before he was met with his release as well. You felt his hot seed fill you up as he twitched inside you, breathing heavily as both of you were spent and covered in sweat. He pulled out of you and laid beside you catching his breath and wrapping his arms around you even though your skin was sticking to each other’s because of the heat and sweat. After letting your heartbeats return to normal you decided to speak again.

“We need to air this room out and take a shower before my parents get back,” you said sitting up in mild alarm,with his arms wrapped around your middle. He sat up behind you and placing delicate kisses up your spine.

“Do we have too??” Tae whined playfully before unsticking himself from you and sauntering toward your bathroom. You got up after him and only after propping open your door and turning on your fan did you follow him into the bathroom. He was standing in your cool shower when you hopped in to join him.

“So I talked to my parents about the way that they treated you yesterday and they agreed to drop the act,” you said reaching up and stroking his temple, feeling the cool water cascade over your back. “They really do mean the best, they just have a funny way of showing it sometimes,”

“Well that’s good, I hope that we can grow close because I really want to be their ideal son-in-law,” he said with a smirk. “As long as you’re happy I’m going to try my best to win their favor.”

You smiled at the mention of him becoming your parents son-in-law because it told you that he was really serious about your relationship. You knew that it wouldn’t be okay for him to just move in with you until you were married because of Korean societal standards, heck even him spending the night was frowned upon and you knew that your only chance to get to live the peaceful life that you wanted with Taehyung you would have to wait as long as it took for him to be allowed to take your relationship to the next level. You wouldn’t let him even think about going against any of Bighit’s wishes when it came to him dating you. They knew about it but had specifically forbidden you going public in any way because they didn’t want any scandals. They would help transport you and Taehyung on your dates and to the airports in secrecy because of how on the down low they wanted to keep you two. Getting married isn’t really something that’s easy to hide so you knew that you had to wait until it was okay for anything past playful mentions of your life together in the future. 

You showered in peace together, helping each other soap each other down and washing each other’s hair, taking turns with your backs in the stream of water, sharing soft kisses and touches of admiration. Once you were finished you opened the shower door and padded over to the small cabinet that held your towels, being careful you didn’t slip on the floor, wet from your feet. You picked up two towels and threw one to Taehyung, You patted down your body and hair and once you were mostly dry you threw the towel on your tile floor to dry the small puddles you had left. You then took Taehyung’s damp towel to wrap around your body, walking out of your bathroom to find your clothes in your luggage, picking out one of your comfy bras, some panties, and a loose fitting shirt dress that you could lounge around the house in while Taehyung just put on a regular t-shirt and some sweatpants.

Your only plans for the day were to relax and spend some time with your parents and Taehyung. You noticed the two bowls of soggy cereal on your nightstand, blushing a little when you thought back to why they had been neglected you scrunched up your nose at the mushy glob and quickly picked them up and walked them back into the kitchen, dumping out the goop in the trash can, rinsing out the bowls and pouring new bowls of cereal. You gave one to Taehyung who had followed you into your kitchen after seeing the febreze in your room and spraying a generous amount to completely erase the evidence of your escapades earlier. You led him to your living room where you plopped down on the couch with him and turned on some tv. This was the most relaxed morning that you could remember having with Taehyung ever and you were filled with content when you finished your cereal you put the bowl on the coffee table and cuddled into Taehyungs side while watching the tv.

You stayed like that for about an hour, occasionally breaking the peaceful silence with comments about the show and giggles, before you’re parents returned home, you heard the car pull in the driveway and Taehyung immediately paused the show, jumped off the couch and put on some shoes before rushing out the door to help carry in the groceries. You lingered behind, watching him interact with you’re parents. You were pleased to find your mom cheerfully accepting his offer to help and your father looking silently pleased at how respectful and polite he was. As they brought in the bags you started putting the groceries where they belonged, slightly startled when you saw that they had rearranged where stuff was in your absence and you didn’t really know what you were doing.

“Mom! Where do you put the extra cereal now?” you asked, looking through all of your cabinets not finding the stash of full cereal boxes that was usually in the pantry.

“Oh honey we moved that to the cabinet above the refrigerator,” she said pointing to the one cabinet that you had always had trouble reaching.

“Taehyung? Could you give me a little boost?” you called him over from putting the bread in the bread box after your mom directed him to its proper place.

“Alright I can do that!” he cheerfully replied, running over to you and wrapping his arms around your middle, lifting you off of the ground the extra 3 inches that you needed to put the cereal in its place. He put you down and you turned around quickly to give him a quick peck on the cheek in thanks, watching his face redden a bit in embarrassment at your show of affection in front of your parents. You heard your mom chuckle happily from her vantage point, watching the whole exchange.

“You two are just something out of a fairytale!” your mom squealed

“Reminds me of when we were younger,” your dad said, moving behind your mom to give her a sweet back hug, looking more wistful. You smirked and intertwined your fingers with your boyfriend’s for a second, catching his eye with an I told you so, they don’t hate you look before finishing your chore of putting the groceries away.

You wracked your mind for something to get your dad and Tae to hang out together and your mind went blank until you remembered what your dad had been working on for years in the garage and Taehyung’s fascination with cars and driving. You made a quick plan to get your dad talking to him about cars then to exit quickly and let them bond and hoped that it worked. You knew that your dad would like Taehyung he just needed a chance to get to know him.

“Hey dad, how’s the Mustang doing? You know Taehyungie really likes cars, you should show it to him,” you said, smirking when they both perked up at the mention of cars.

“Well I just put in a brand new transmission and now it’s running like a dream!” Your dad said excitedly, leading you and Tae out to the garage, leaving your mom inside the house after shooting her a quick wink to inform her of your plan.

Your dad took the dust cover off of the car that he’d had since he was a teenager and had continued to improve it and fix it up until it was at its perfect state now. Taehyung looked at the car with huge eyes completely astonished at how cool it looked.

“Whoa! I’ve never seen a car like this in person before, will you tell him that I think it’s cool?” Taehyung said to you, his jaw dropped to the floor as you translated for him. Your dad chuckled at his response, clearly happy that someone acknowledged his car that he was so proud of.

“Ask him if he wants to go on a ride with me,” you dad said looking amused.

“I’ll only do that if you promise to be safe and don’t tell him anything embarrassing about me,” you said, playfully sticking your tongue out at him, happy that your plan had worked.

“I don’t know what you mean, I would NEVER,” your dad replied sarcastically while you translated. 

“Can I?!” Taehyung exclaimed, looking between you, your father, and his car.

“That’s what he said,” you said shrugging and smiling at your boyfriend’s cute reaction.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes,” your dad said, getting into the front seat of his muscle car and turning on the roaring engine.

“Go have fun! And be safe!” you told Taehyung after urging him into the passenger seat of your dads car baby.

“Alright, I have my phone so if anything happens I’ll call,” he said then gave you a quick peck on the lips before closing the car door and watching you back closer toward the door while your dad took off out the driveway quickly. You then smiled softly to yourself, happy that they were spending time together. You walked inside and decided to hang out with your mom and eat snacks, talk about her work and your studies, basically catch up on everything that you could possibly forgot to tell each other during your weekly phone calls home.

Taehyung was feeling nervous once your dad pulled out of the driveway, leaving you at your house so it was just him and your intimidating father. He glanced at your dad, he seemed like he had softened up since last night but he could tell that he was still protective of you. He tried to let his worries slip away as he listened to the quiet radio as your dad sped down the abandoned high way. You lived outside a small town of less than 10,000 people and pretty much all the roads around your house were barren of any cops or people. Taehyung let himself feel the excitement of riding in your dad’s car, rolling down the window a bit to clear the car of the stagnant air and to enjoy the feeling of the wind in his face. Your dad followed suit, rolling down the window all the way and leisurely sticking his arm out the window.

“I used to be a drag racer,” your dad said to Taehyung, “this is the car that I would race in.”

“Racer? Ahh, that’s cool,” Taehyung responded in his best English, he had been studying a bit more when he started dating you because he wanted you to feel as comfortable speaking your first language around him as he was around you. The atmosphere seemed less tense as your sad continued driving.

Your dad felt a bit guilty for not listening to you when you would try to get him to learn a bit of Korean because he could see how hard Taehyung was trying to talk to him comfortably and he wished that he could show him that same respect. Your dad wanted to make up for his actions the day before so he decided to take Taehyung to his favorite fishing spot because he had his poles and tackle box in the trunk for this very occasion. He turned off the highway onto the dirt road that led to the fishing spot. He turned off the car and got out the back to open the trunk and reveal what he wanted to do.

“Do you want go fishing?” your dad asked, holding up the poles and tackle box to show Taehyung.

“Sure!” Taehyung exclaimed, fishing was easy and it didn’t require much communication so it was perfect for spending some time with your dad. Your dad led him down the dock after handing him his spare fishing pole, opened the tackle box to get the bait to hook on and cast out. It was a peaceful silence as he followed your dad’s instructions and cast his lure into the lake that they were at. They sat next to each other watching their lines for any signs of a fish but the fish weren’t biting. It was silent until your dad broke the silence.

“Thank you,” he said looking at Taehyung and smiling. “this is the happiest I’ve seen my girl in a while and it’s because of you.”

“Your daughter makes me more happy than I think I’ve been ever,” Taehyung said smiling at your dad, feeling pride well up in his chest at your father’s unexpected praise. He got his phone out to pull up his translating app because he really wanted to understand what he was saying to him.

“You better keep treating her good and keep her safe for us, we aren’t over on your side of the world and we can’t be there in 20 minutes if she’s in trouble so we have to be able to trust you and to be honest you seem like a very good guy and I’m glad that she’s got you,” your dad said into the app, watching fascinated as it translated it into Korean for Taehyung.

Taehyung typed out his response into the phone, feeling extremely happy at your fathers words. “I’m proud to be that man for her, and I am ready to be there for her as fast as possible, I just want her to be happy and safe as well,” the app relayed what he wanted to say to your father and your dad just happily shook his hand and decided to pack up the fishing gear since the lake was quiet that day anyway and to get back home.

There was now a mutual respect between the both of them and your father was starting to really like Taehyung. Some of your previous boyfriends had been cocky or just generally disrespectful and you didn’t stand for that so they didn’t really last and your father was glad that you had found a kind, humble, and respectful young man to share your life with. He still had a lot to learn about Taehyung but he was confident in your choice of a significant other. They drove back home and when they walked through the door they were met with the sound of you and your mother catching up with each other.

You beamed up at Taehyung and your father, slightly anxious as to how the drive went, hoping that they had bonded together even a little bit and were overjoyed when you saw that your dad looked cheerful and Taehyung didn’t look nervous. You jumped off of your place on the couch and greeted your boyfriend with a short hug.

“How did it go?” you asked, intertwining your fingers with Taehyung’s happily.


“Good,” him and your dad said at almost the same time, you chuckled a little, feeling a lot more at ease with Taehyung’s emotional state and your family’s attitude with Taehyung and confident that the rest of the trip would go well.


The trip was going well, until your parents brought out the hundreds of embarrassing baby pictures they had of you.

“GUYS NO I THOUGHT WE AGREED ON NOT EMBARRASSING ME!” you yelled, climbing on top of Taehyung to try to wrestle the old photo book from your dad’s hands.

“Y/f/n y/l/n I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU BREAK THAT BOOK YOUR GROUNDED FOREVER!” your mom yelled, watching from afar as Taehyung laughed hysterically from under you, struggling to get a glimpse of the awful photos your parents had of you eating dirt and such.

William Nylander ~ Miss you when you’re gone

Requests are still open, I just have a ton of them just now so it might take a while to do them all! :)

Requested: Yes

“33 with willy? bc i feel like he would 100% do that :’)“

Writing Prompt 33. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

Warnings: Nahh

For @starlightgems

Originally posted by connrcarricks

The door swung open and you were immediately pulled into a tight embrace.

“Miss me?” You asked, the sound coming out muffled considering Willy had you pressed tightly to his chest.

“Mmm, a little bit.” He replied, clearly trying to hide just how much he had.

It had been almost 3 weeks since you had seen each other, Willy had been busy with road trips and you with school and the vacation you had just returned from, and you were so glad to finally be in his arms once again.

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The Next Stepping Stone [Conner Kent x Reader][Damian Wayne x Ex-Reader]

A/n: Aight, so here’s a part 2 to Done! I was in the mood to write something with Conner so I made this an x Conner fic. It’s kinda Conner fluff but Damian Angst. Hope you guys like it!


It had been a long time since you had walked out on Damian. There was so much pent up rage and emotion that you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him. Not that you particularly wanted too. Of course you loved Damian but your relationship wasn’t the strongest. The both of you were constantly at the other’s throats. You hadn’t realized this until moving to Metropolis.

You see, your mother had gotten a job offer and your family felt that moving could be the best option. Especially with how torn up you were about the break up. They thought starting somewhere new would be good for you. So, your mother accepted the offer and your father got a transfer. Once you moved and got settled, enrolling in school was the next step to your life and healing.

Being the new girl was hard, especially when still getting over Damian. He was your first love. Making friends was challenging, but there was this one kid in your class. He seemed to always wear a smile. Jon Kent was his name. Son of the rather well-known reporter duo Clark Kent and Lois Lane. He had seemed to taken a liking to you. Offered you help when you seemed to need it which lead to his becoming a really close friend of yours. A real sweetheart.

You already knew of the secret identities of Superman and a lot of the League due to being with Damian. So, you and Jon often talked about those type of things. What you hadn’t known was how he and Damian used to work together sometimes when they were younger. Though lost touch in the past couple years.

However, your perspective on relationships didn’t change until you met Conner Kent. You knew of Conner through Tim but had never met him personally. You knew of his fiery/short fuse, but also how he was actually very sweet and kind. It was a normal meeting, having been hanging out with Jon when you met. It was your average ‘this is my friend [F/n]’ scenario. Though after that first acquaintance you both kept running into each other randomly. There was no denying he’s handsome and kind, so, when he finally asked you out your response was a resounding ‘Yes!’

Which lead to your first date where you both hit it off and one thing lead to another then eventually into this two year relationship. Honestly people envied your and Conner’s spark. Your friends from Gotham also noticed how happy you both are together, and how you rarely had a spat. According to them as well, Damain wasn’t even aware of the relationship.

Though he’d find out soon, because you had earned a full ride to Gotham University. Honestly, you wanted to attend a school closer to Metropolis, Conner, and your family, but a full ride isn’t something to shy away from. Your mother and father took off work when it was time to move, and Conner drove to Gotham with you. How could you not bring your boyfriend with super  strength? He’s the best to help move!

Though what you didn’t realize was that Conner had told Tim of him helping you, therefore Damian knew you’re going to school in Gotham. Meaning you’d have to face him eventually, and he preferred sooner rather than later.

“Guys! Guess what Conner just told me!” Tim stated with a grin as he walked into the cave. “What is it?” Steph questioned, slightly tilting her head to the side in curiosity. “[F/n]’s going to college in Gotham. Maybe we’ll get to see them both while Conner is still here.” Tim smiled, not realizing Damian walking into the cave.

“[F/n]’s back in Gotham? Why?” He asked, the words shooting out of his mouth rapidly. “She got a full ride to Gotham U” Tim turned to look at him. “How come Conner came with her?” Dick was the next to speak up. “I don’t know. I guess they’ve became close friends.”

“CAN WE GO VISIT!?” Steph cheered excitedly, she really has missed you. The both of you were super close before everything happened. “Uh, she’s moving in her dorm it might not be the best time.”

“Maybe you’re right. Hey where’d Damian go?” Steph asked, seeing that the youngest Wayne was missing from where he once stood. “That’s probably not good.” Dick added, exchanging glances with the others in the room. “Follow him?” Jason offered up the suggestion everyone was thinking. “Follow him” they all nodded.

The minute Damian heard of where you are, he just had to see you. Ever since you left he didn’t feel the same. As he hurried toward the campus, he was trying to figure out what he was going to say to you. He was lost in his own thoughts the entire way. It didn’t take him long to find where your dorm was, he is the son of the greatest detective after all.

Coming upon the sight of you unloading an unfamiliar car, recognizing your mother with you. Witnessing as you went back into the building, a wide grin on your face. ‘She’s happy’ Damian thought while watching your movements. Now wondering if this was a good idea or not. Though, he couldn’t pull himself away. Seeing you, it, it healed something broke inside him. However it didn’t stay intact much longer.

Damian watched as Conner descended the concrete stairs leading up into the building. Remembering having heard Tim say something about how both of you had grown close, leaving him to wonder if Jon had introduced you. Though he was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard you yell, “CONNER!” The joy in your tone sounding the same as when you used to yell his name.

Watching as Conner turned around and caught you in an embrace after you had jumped at him. “Hey” he smiled down at you. “Hey yourself.” Getting on your tiptoes to tighten your hold on his neck and pull his forehead to yours. “Are you gonna survive without me Superboy?”

“I’m kinda bullet proof. Physically yes, but I will miss you [F/n].” You sighed at his words, “Is this a mistake? We’re going to be so far from each other, I don’t want to be far away from you.” He smiled before kissing your forehead, “No, this will be an amazing experience for you, it’s the next chapter of your life. Don’t worry I’ll visit and you’ll be coming back to Metropolis during breaks. Nothing will keep me from you, I love you.”

Those words made you grin and your heart flutter every time he said them. “Stay safe okay? And call me after missions.” He nodded with a grin. “I love you Conner Kent, remember that.”

“Wouldn’t forget it.” He beamed before connecting his lips to yours in a soft, loving kiss. Both still wrapped in the other’s arms protectively.

Damian stood awestruck. His heart hurt when you said those words. Recalling when you used to tell him that you loved him. He felt the weight of a hand on his shoulder not too long after that. Whipping around to see Dick there, along with his brothers and sisters. “Damian” Dick started before he swatted Dick’s hand away.

Tt, I’m fine. At least she’s happy.” Damian mumbled, glancing at you and Conner once more before headed away from the scene. Shoving his hands in his pockets, thinking about the night you left. The night he made one of the biggest mistakes of his life.

But… He was also happy? Happy to see you happy. No matter what he’ll always love you, but, at least Conner can bring you joy.

…In a way that he never could. 

TITLE: I Think I Loaf You 
PAIRING: Connor Murphy/Evan Hansen (with some side Alana Beck/Zoe Murphy)
SUMMARY: Connor tags along to his sister’s wedding cake tasting and happens upon the most awkward, adorable baker in existence.
NOTES: I just really love The Great British Baking Show, and this is what happened. Also, a pretty soft Connor/a little ooc, but he’s also gone through some positive change, so yay? Sorry about the title. You can also read this on Ao3 here.

Connor wasn’t at all sure how he got roped into this shit, but there he was, being dragged along by his sister for a wedding cake tasting. He knew that if this was six years ago she could have held a gun to his head and he still wouldn’t have agreed to come along, but, well, they’d come a long way. Such a long way that he was apparently willing to suffer through all this pre-wedding decision making, and that she actually asked him to in the first place.

Whatever. At least he’d get to eat.

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Baby - Jack Maynard

Originally posted by myalwaysari

Pairing: Jack Maynard & Y/N
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: None
A/N: This is so long I’m so sorry.

“It’s just not worth it Jack.” You say, pacing up and down in front of the sofa where he was sitting. “You’re busy with YouTube and all your projects, I’m busy with my last month or so at uni and I’m moving back to Brighton soon. We just don’t have time for each other anymore.” You continued.
Jack said nothing, his head falling into his hands.
“But I love you.” He mumbled.
You sighed and sat down beside him, pulling his hands into yours so that he would look at you.
“And I love you too. But right now, if we continue the way we are, this is going to end messily. There’s going to be fights and drama and that’s not something that either of us need right now. I love you, and if we’re meant to be then we’ll come back to each other.” You said, gazing into his increasingly misty blue eyes.
He nodded his head lightly, looking to the ground to avoid your gaze.
After placing a kiss on his head, you got your coat and left your now ex-boyfriends apartment.

After that night, you and Jack stayed somewhat good friends, seeing each other on the odd occasion. But it hurt to be with him, but not with him. Seeing him all over girls at clubs and parties hurt you to see, even if you had initiated the break up.
After you finished your degree, you moved back to your hometown of Brighton. You loved how everything felt comfortable to you, to hear the waves hitting the rocks at the sea, to hear children playing in the playground. But it made you sad, everything around had reminded you of things you had done with Jack. You had grown to be the cliché relationship of childhood friends turning into love. You had played in the playground together, been round to each other’s houses a countless amount of times, your first kiss had been on the beach that you find so relaxing.

You had begun to get nauseous over the past couple of weeks, thinking it was just the flu as you got sick quite often, you just left it. However, while over at your parents’ house to have some company as you lived by yourself, your mum convinced you to take a pregnancy test just to make sure.
You had left the two sticks on the bathroom counter beside the sink, fidgeting with your hands and unable to stand still. After the three minutes were up, you nervously walked over to the tests.
Lifting the piece of toilet paper off that you had to cover them, they both revealed the same thing.


~Time skip to the present~

After finding out you were pregnant you had phoned Jack but he didn’t pick up. Although it was evident he was on his phone from the extensive amount of snapchats he had posted with random girls from a party.
That night after talking it out with your mum and about thirty litres of tears, you decided it would be best to keep it, however since Jack was obviously busy with YouTube and partying, you didn’t want to ruin that for him just as he was getting more successful at his dream job.

Over those nine months, with a lot of help from your family, you set up your own café/bookstore in Brighton. Something you have dreamed of having ever since you were young.
After nine struggling months, you brought the sweetest calmest baby girl into the world, Ella Rose Maynard.

You were currently in the grocery shop picking up some bits and bobs for the house. Ella was now just over one years old and had begun to walk about a month or so ago. She had light blonde baby hair, and the most stunning blue eyes that were just like her fathers.
It was a beautiful summers day outside, so you were glad when you finally got to the frozen section to cool down.
Seemingly, that wasn’t just your idea. While talking absentmindedly to Ella about the things you needed to get you didn’t notice a man standing in front of your trolley.
“I’m so sorry!” you tell him as you watch him leaning down to pick up some of the food he had dropped in the collision.
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” He said, standing up from the ground to look at you. When he did he said the words you were least expecting.
Looking at him properly, you gasped slightly.

It turns out Conor was down from London to visit his family for a bit before they went on holiday. As you both were catching up, Ella started to become fussy, not liking to be ignored for even those short five minutes.
You walk over to her side, picking her up out of the seat and placed her on your hip. She snuggled into your neck as you walked back over to Conor.
Conor’s face was priceless when you introduced him to her. But he quickly smiled, holding his hand out to your child.
She looked up at you with a confused look on her face and you laughed.
“Con, she doesn’t know what that is, here.” You said, repositioning his hand so it was flat and upright.
“Can you give Conor a high five?” you asked her.
She giggled and put her tiny hand in the middle of Conor’s much larger one.
Conor’s smile was brighter than you’d ever seen it, but it soon turned to an inquisitive one.
“It’s funny, I thought she reminded me of someone, she looks like Anna when she was a baby.” He joked about, tickling her side.
“Well, uh, yeah…” you trailed off, not knowing what to reply to that.
“Y/n?” he asked, everything now clicking in his head, the age of her, the similarities in both looks and behaviour. “Is she Jack’s?” he asked softly.
Ella nuzzled her head back into your neck as her new friend had stopped playing with her. You ran your fingers through her soft blonde hair, willing yourself to be calm about this all.
You nodded your head, trying to gage his emotions at both you and the situation he found you in.
With a little yawn, you felt Ella’s head start to get heavy.
“Come back to mine? I’ll explain everything to you I promise.” You told him, beginning to walk to the checkouts with what you had gotten.

When you got home you explained to him that you had already broke up with Jack when you had found out about your pregnancy. How you had tried to get in contact with Jack but he hadn’t answered or returned your calls. He was preoccupied with his job and girls that you didn’t want him to resent Ella for ruining a time in his life he loved so much.
“I’m leaving in a couple of days to go back to London, come with me. Just for a week or so.”
You shook your head, “Ella is here and my shop, I can’t just up and go when I want to Con, I have responsibilities.”
“Bring her with you, and I’m sure your shop will be fine to be shut for a week. You need a break. You can come stay with me, I’ve got a spare bedroom for the two of you and everything.”
After a lot of persuading you finally agreed to go up with him in a couple of days.

You drove Conor up to London as he had originally got the train down and so that you could have your own car to get about places.
After a couple of days of getting situated and Ella getting used to a new environment you had agreed to meet up with all your friends that you had missed in the two years you were gone.
The ‘buttercream squad’ minus Jack had gathered in Conor’s living room, waiting for the surprise that he had promised.
“You can come out now.” He called to you after he had finally got them all to be quiet.
You walked out of the spare bedroom, walking nervously towards the living room.
As soon as you could be seen in view, exclamations of happiness erupted from the five boys. They all hurried out of their seats, all coming at once to give you a hug.

After an hour or so of catching up with all the boys you were eventually asked the question of why you went pretty much completely M.I.A. on your social medias and basically restarted life two years ago. You told them that they had to be quiet and you would show them. Standing up you ushered them to follow you into the spare bedroom, urging them to please be quiet.
Opening the door, you gestured over to the crib in the corner. As quietly as five fully grown men could, they shuffled over to the side of it, trying to get a glance at what was inside.
As their eyes fully adjusted to the lack of light in the room they saw the peacefully sleeping baby and gasps filled the room.
You brought them out before they could wake her up and as soon as you shut the door you were bombarded with questions.
“Is that a baby?”
“Is it yours?”
“Who’s the dad?”
“How did you keep it a secret for so long?”
“She’s so cute I just want to squish her little che-“
“Stop!” you shouted at them, “One at a time.”
You answered all the questions they had about her, just in time for you to hear her waking up. You bundled her up in a blanket and brought her out to the living room. All the boys were smiling brightly, her tired eyes darting around the room at the large unknown people in front of her. Sitting down, you turned her to face them and as you introduced them they waved at her, receiving a cute giggle in response.

The boys were as won over as Conor was. She had them all wrapped around her little finger by the end of that night.
The boys came over the next couple of days to get her used to them. And right now, she was sitting on Joe’s lap, laughing at all the funny faces that he was pulling.
He was setting her on the ground to walk over to who she wanted next when the front door slammed open. You heard some degree of a coat being taken off and a shout from him, “Conor? Why is no one answering my calls?”
Because of the loud noise, Ella had waddled as fast as she could over to you, getting you to pick her up so she could hide in your neck.
Conor had a panicked look on his face and rushed over to the living room door to try and stop Jack from coming in.
You saw Conor backing up, attempting to block his view into the room.
“Why are you being so weird? Are you having some secret party I wasn’t invited to?” you head the joking voice.
Conor was pushed out of the way by him and he stood in the doorway looking in on what he was missing.
He was exactly the same as he was two years ago, shining blue eyes, cheeky smile, wavy hair.
But when his eyes landed on you the smile turned confused, and when his eyes drifted downwards to Ella, they turned angry.
“This is what you tried to hide from me then?!” he screamed at his brother, pushing him out of the way and making his way out the front door.
Conor ran after his furious brother, attempting to calm him down.
Lifting Ella up with you, you handed her to Oli, pressing a kiss to her head as she cuddled into him.
You walked out into the hallway, hearing the current argument between the two brothers.
“She’s back and you never even told me?! And she has a baby!? What the hell is going on?” Jack yelled. “Why were you hiding it? Is it yours? That’s why you were wasn’t it! You banged the love of my life and knocked her up!”
You couldn’t take them fighting over something that wasn’t true, so you opened the front door and yelled at Jack who looked like he was about to punch Conor.
“It’s yours!”

Jack’s fist froze mid-air and his head snapped towards yours.
“What?” he questioned, arms growing slack and falling to his sides.
“She’s yours. Conor bumped into me in Brighton, quite literally.” You said, smiling at the memory. “Now will you come inside where I can explain this to you properly?”
He nodded, looking like he was in a daze.
Walking back into the apartment you walked past the living room door, seeing Ella now peacefully sleeping in the crook of Oli’s arms.
Jack took a proper look at her now, seeing the familiar features of his and your own mixed into this tiny human being.

You took him into your room for the past week and sat down. You both sat down on the edge of the bed and he looked up at you expectantly.
“She’s called Ella. She’s just over one year old. I tried to tell you Jack, I really did. But you didn’t answer so I just assumed that since you didn’t want me in your life so it would be better to keep Ella out too.”
You told him how you still kept up with him, watching his and the boys’ vlogs daily. You both just caught up what you had both missed over the past two years, filling each other in on what you had done.
After two hours of talking you had agreed to meet up with him at the park with Ella to get them used to each other.

It was a long day of playing and laughs and picture worthy moments. Jack and Ella had gotten along like a house on fire. He pushed her on the swing, walked about with her on his shoulders and she even let him go down the slide with her.
As you were walking to a nearby coffee shop, Ella fell asleep.
You both sat down at a table near the large window overlooking the business men and women and those who were out and about.
You both began to talk about your past relationship and if there were any current ones. For both the answer was no.
“You can’t exactly go far on a date after telling them that you have a child.” You joked.
He hummed slightly, “I tried to date other people, but no one could even compare to you.”
You looked down at your sleeping angel, running your hand briefly across her head.
“You were my first love, it really hurt me when we split.” You said, not wanting to look him in the eye.
He nods his head slightly, “You were my only love.” He said softly, holding his hand in yours and gently running his thumb across yours.

After that night, you told Jack that you needed to know if he was serious about being in Ella’s life. That she was your first priority. You got into a short routine with Jack over the next week or so and it was very hard to get Ella to go back to Brighton with you.
Jack helped you find a small shop front, moving your business up into London while you stayed in his flat with Ella, allowing them the time that they had missed together.

It was now Christmas; your relationship had quickly picked up where you left off when you moved in with each other. The boys loved Ella and loved the fact that you and Jack were back together.
You were finishing up organising the presents underneath the tree when you heard the door to Jack’s flat open.
Jack had been out with the boys having a Christmas dinner with them all before actual Christmas.
You heard tiny pitter patters of feet coming down the stairs of the girl you had put to bed hours ago.
“Daddy!” she called.
You turned around to see Ella flinging herself at Jack from the bottom of the stairs, wrapping her arms around his neck when he caught her.
“Read book dada?” she said, doing the puppy eyes that she had perfected months ago.
He chuckled and agreed, “Go up to bed and I’ll be there in a minute.” He said, placing a kiss on her cheek.

As she was going up the stairs you came over to where he was standing, wrapping your arms around his waist and putting your head on his chest.
“Good night with the boys?” you mumbled into his collarbone
“Great, but I would have preferred to spend it with my girls.” He replied, kissing your head, and then taking a step back from you.
“The princess awaits.” He laughed, kissing you properly before heading up the stairs.

You thought back to those years ago, that you said if you were to come back to each other if you were meant to be. Evidently you were.

Have some more family fluff with a side of angst of this pairing with spider babies.

Title: Stark Naked

Pairing: T’Stuckony (T’Challa/Steve/Bucky/Tony)

Warnings: mentions of Mpreg. Mpreg!Tony.   

Lenght: 1,878


The pitter patter of footsteps echoed down the hall, growing louder and louder by the second. It was soon followed by the heavy thumps of larger steps.

Tony sat idly by on one of the many couches, massaging his rounded stomach and soothing what little he could of his daughter apparently tap dancing on his bladder. Soon he was going to make a quick trip to the restroom, seeing as his daughter didn’t seem to want to lighten up, but first he wanted to see what all the yelling was about. He knew Bucky had gone to give Peter a bath, a plain task that didn’t require shouting, so he didn’t see a reason why Bucky’s voice was booming down the hall and why footsteps were happening.

Sure enough, making an appearance and crossing the corner, his two year old son came barreling down in nothing but his birthday suit. Buck nude and showing the world his naked glory with a toothy grin.

Shortly after him came Bucky with a towel in his hands, his hair soaked, his shirt clinging to his body (which was an incredible sight) and wet spots decorating his pants. He looked to have just returned from an intense workout, and seeing how Peter managed to escape his hold, he probably had.

“Peter!” Bucky shouted again, reaching out to try and wrap Peter in the towel but failing when Peter decided to round the coffee table, giggling the entire time.

Steve, who was sitting next to Tony and had been running fingers over the swell of his stomach, watched the pair fondly with a smirk that grew wider and wider the longer Bucky failed to catch Peter. T’Challa was leaning against the wall with his phone out and recording the entire thing. Tony was going to demand a copy of it.

Eventually, after three more circles around the coffee table, Bucky managed to outsmart the two year old by turning back and letting Peter run into his arms instead. “Got you! Little nudist, we’re finishing your bath.”

Peter gave a shriek as Bucky lifted him up and kicked his legs playfully when Bucky threw him over his shoulder.

“Need some help there, Buck?” Steve couldn’t help but say. “Looks like you had yourself a prison break.”

“No, Steve, I don’t need help. Little punk took off the moment he attacked me with water. He’s every bit as conniving as his mother.”

Tony grinned. “That’s my boy!”

“Gotta say, I thought for sure mixing your brain with Bucky’s attitude was going to be a world domination waiting to happen, but so far Bucky’s been receiving the end of his scheming. I approve of it,” Steve said as his fingers returned to run over the swollen stomach. “Tell me you’re going to send that video to everyone.”

“Doing so as we speak,” T’Challa nodded.

Soon enough their phones received the video from their group text chat. Clint and Sam were for sure going to get a kick out of watching Bucky running after the little nudist that was Peter and failing to catch him. Natasha would never let him see the end of it. Rhodey would use this as another reason to continue his quote of “You fell in love with the guy. You knew what you were getting into,” every time either one of them did something downright ridiculous.

From down the hall Bucky’s voice was heard. “You couldn’t have given me at least ten minutes before sending that video to everyone?”

The three grinned. No they couldn’t.

“Hopefully our little girl isn’t as rebellious as Peter,” Steve commented and looking at the swell.

Tony knew better than to hope. Peter had been calm and quiet during the pregnancy, naturally they believed him to be a placid child, but the moment he was born all hell broke loose. They could chuck it out as being first time parents and getting the hang of things, but Peter was downright rambunctious. Tony was not going to make the same mistake again of assuming their daughter to be well-behaved simply because she wasn’t as active. Fool him once, shame on you. Fool him twice? He was blaming their inherited genius on it. Only a child from Tony Stark would be able to fool their parents.

“You can dream, Steve,” Tony poked his shoulder. “Help me up, I gotta pee.”


“I have the right to be bossy. Now hurry, or I’m going on this couch.”


Three years later it was deja vu all over again.

“Gwen! Gwen you get back here right now!”

Similarly to before, Gwen came running down the hall and turned the same corner Peter had when he broke for freedom. The near-three year old rounded the same coffee table, jumped when Steve nearly had her in his grasp and rushed to the kitchen instead of making another turn.

This time it was T’Challa sitting next to him, running his palm over Tony’s swollen stomach where their son was resting. His other hand held his phone as he recorded the entire scene. Bucky was sitting on another couch with a sleeping Peter using his thigh as a pillow.

“Now I see the fun in this. Need some help, Stevie?”

A shriek and a loud “Ha! Got you fair and square,” and soon Steve appeared again with Gwen in his arms wrapped in the towel. “No, I don’t need help.” He sent a fond glare to Tony. “That brain of yours is dangerous when put on children. Now I know how Bucky felt.”

“Still feel that way,” Bucky said. “The older he gets the move devious. Get the feeling he’ll get rid of us the moment he doesn’t need us.”

“Nah, he loves Tony too much for that. Get rid of us three sure, but Tony he’s keeping.”

Bucky thought it over and nodded in approval. “True. Can’t argue with that. I wouldn’t get rid of Tony, either.”

“Can you not talk about getting rid of me or not getting rid of me while I’m in the same room. I’ll start to think you’re all using me,” Tony said, looking suspiciously at them all.

T’Challa leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Never. If they wish to get rid of you I’ll get rid of them first.”

“How about we don’t get rid of anyone and you send that video already.”

Steve groaned before heading back down the hall to finish the bath.

Rhodey’s voice echoed in his head as Tony watched the video that arrived on the group text chat and read Rhodey’s reply. ‘You fell in love with them. You knew what you were getting into.’

Yeah, he fell in love with them. He knew what he was getting into, he just didn’t expect it was going to be this ridiculous. And, frankly, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

T’Challa pressed his body close. “I am most adamant that our son will be as rowdy as his siblings.”

“Past two experiences are telling us it is. He won’t even settle down right now,” Tony said and shut his eyes at the sensation of their son making another movement shortly after kicking his side. “Think we’re about to get our biggest challenge yet.”

“Nothing we’re unprepared for now.”

“Another bout of sleepless nights? For sure we’re prepared for that, and everything else Peter and Gwen had done, but having three hyper children together?” Tony slumped on the couch from the idea alone. He was going to die. He was sure of it. Thankfully, he had three strong and healthy partners that could decide between them who’s turn was it to rock the baby to sleep. “Think it’s too much to ask for a calm child this once?”

T’Challa and Bucky chuckled. “With your brain, doll? We’d be lucky if they’re the silent inventing type. Their minds are constantly running,” Bucky said, running his fingers through Peter’s soft locks.

Perhaps, but it couldn’t hurt to hope for a behaved child instead of another set of pitter pattering footsteps.


Two months later and Tony wanted nothing more than to take those words back.

Standing outside a neonatal incubator, his chest was filled with anguish as he watched his newborn sleep with wires strapped to his body. A box acting as a barrier between him and his baby. The only signs of life being his little chest slowly rising and the soft beep of the heart monitor.

Outside of the room where the incubator rested were T’Challa, Bucky and Steve standing by the window and looking mournfully inside. Visiting hours were soon to be over and they had given their time to their baby, devoting the last few minutes remaining for Tony alone, but soon they were required to leave. Tony didn’t want to leave, not without his baby. He wanted his child with them. He’ll think they were abandoning him if they left.


Tony didn’t react when T’Challa join him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Anthony, we must go.”

“I don’t want to leave him.”

“We are not. We will return for him, but we must let him rest and recuperate.”

“But what if we leave and he doesn’t. What if he doesn’t get better and we leave him here all alone? What if he thinks we don’t love him?”

T’Challa kissed his forehead. “He knows we love him with all of our hearts, especially you. And you must have faith. Our son is strong and was eager to greet us. Now he must regain his energy.”

Fear clutched at him. “I’m scared we won’t be able to see him again.”

“We will. First thing in the morning, we will. Have faith in him.”

Tony did, even with worry in his heart he did. His baby was strong, strong like his siblings, strong like his fathers’. He was going to pull through.


Tiny footsteps pattered over carpet and a childish giggle joined them. On unbalanced legs Miles sauntered out of the hallway, not buck-naked, and having recently learned how to walk and already trying to get his chubby legs to move faster. Behind him T’Challa wandered out, fast enough to keep up with Miles and slow enough to not actually reach him.

Joy and pride filled Tony’s heart as he watched the pair circle the coffee table. Bucky had his phone out and was recording them. Steve had Peter and Gwen by his sides and were encouraging Miles to keep going.

“I will catch you, little inkwenkwezi, there is no escape!”

Miles giggled and rushed to Tony, asking to be lifted. Tony obliged and pampered his tiny chubby face with kisses. Miles shrieked in response.

“Foiled again,” T’Challa sat down in surrender. “He has escaped me.”

Bucky patted his shoulder, pressing buttons on his phone to send the video to their friends. “Happens to the best of us.”

The replies they received on the group text chat were positive and encouraging and pure delight. Everyone had feared for Miles, but now watching him grow everyday and get stronger, they couldn’t be more relieved and proud.

Rhodey’s expected ‘You fell in love with them, you knew what you were getting into’ was joined by a ‘I’m happy for you.’

Happy he was indeed.

Keep You Warm

Summary- Y/N braves the snow to be beside her beloved Phillip
Word Count- 1.7k
Phillip x Reader

Originally posted by teapotsandroses

     Cold metal stung your fingertips as frigid air rushed through the door, your footsteps soft as they pressed gently into the snow. Dark hung over the gardens while you attempted to close the door despite the draft desperately trying to pull you back. The edges of your dress traced a trail in the fresh snow as you hurriedly made your way towards the Hamilton’s. A chill ran through your body as the wind bit at your nose and any skin left uncovered by your clothes. Only moonlight illuminated the snowdrifts still pristine and growing steadily as the snowfall continued. Echoes of your footsteps upon crystal ice rang out on the path towards the door which glowed with a soft light that warmed you upon sight. Your hands trembled slightly with each knock on the door, willing yourself to stop shivering before the door swung open. Footfalls could be heard within the home as the lock turned, light pouring from the doorway onto your face, framed only by locks of hair tinged with ice. Alexander stood before you, quickly grasping your shoulder and pulling you into the family home. 

“Mr. Hamilton, I’m sorry if I woke you but our house is so cold and I couldn’t rationalize heating it with just me so-” The words fell from your chapped lips as you stood in the foyer, soaking in the heat radiating through the space. 

“Y/N, my dear, Eliza and I have both made it known you’re always welcome here. You didn’t wake me, I’ve been up working on this bill for Congress. Sit here and have some tea while I go get Eliza and Phillip, they’ll be able sit with you while you defrost,” He spoke with a smile, placing a warm mug of tea into your hands before turning out of the room towards the staircase. Steam from the beverage filled your lungs, each breath working to banish the frost threatening to overtake you from the walk. Your eyes were closed as you basked in the calm that flooded your body whenever you were at the Hamilton’s, when suddenly a force crashed into you with great energy. Surprised, you opened your eyes to reveal Phillip and his mother hovering at your side, Alex nodding from the doorway as he returned to his work. 

     “My love, are you okay? Father said you walked here in the snow? I can’t believe you Y/N,” Phillip laughed slightly at your choice to journey through what was rapidly becoming a blizzard. A blush flushed your cheeks as he pressed his lips to your forehead then slid in against you in the seat. Eliza shook her head, smirking as she herself poured a mug of tea before sitting across the table. She extended her hand to you, wrapping her fingers around yours.

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Sidney Crosby #3 - Concussion

Anon asked: hi! can i please get a sidney crosby imagine about his concussion? thanks so much!! i love your writing!

Wow two Sidney Crosby imagines in a row what a coincidence. I have seen so many mixed reactions since the incident with Sid and everyone is allowed their own opinions. I hope you enjoy this anon!

You had been watching the Capitals/ Penguins game from the comfort of your couch when you watched as your boyfriend fell to the ice. Normally for a home game you would be sitting in the stands with the other family members but you had an early day at work the next morning and Sidney respected that. This though made you feel guilty for not being there. You watched as Sid had to be helped off of the ice and didn’t know what to do. Minutes after he disappeared into the tunnel your phone rang. Chris Stewart, the head athletic trainer’s name flashed across your screen.


“Hey it’s Curtis, Chris is with Sid now and we were wondering if you’d be able to drive him home? Obviously we can send him home with a driver if you can’t but Chris figured it was best to ask.”

“Yes of course. I’ll be there in twenty,” you rushed to grab your keys.

At the last second you grabbed a change of clothes for Sidney. Likely all that he had was his suit and you knew he wouldn’t want to change into that.
Curtis Bell was one of the assistant athletic trainers. After the particularly nasty hit in 2011 that left Sid out of the rest of the season you acquainted yourself with the training staff to make sure you did everything you could to help him get better. Over the years Chris, Curtis, and Patrick Steidle (the other assistant athletic trainer) had become your good friends. They knew Sid was in good hands once passed on to you.

You drove as fast as you could and you made it in just under twenty minutes as you had said. One of the security guards was waiting by the underground entrance to let you and you hurried through the halls to the training room. The door was shut firmly and you took a second to collect yourself.

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The Ball.

Titled: The Ball 

Pairing: (eventual) Gaston x reader 

A/N: Part Two! Only one more part to go…this was such a fun series to write! Here is the link to Part One! 

Word Count: 2,704 

Warnings: angst, prince!Gaston, Gaston/Luke Evans feels, fluff, etc. 

Cast of Characters: Y/N, Stepmother, Celeste, Bianca, Gaston and Lefou and Fairy Godmother. 

Tagging:  @girl-next-door-writes  @captainemwinchester @little-red-83@impalaimagining@sherlocks-timetraveling-assbutt@hobbithorse19@feelmyroarrrr@lefouismylife@redimagines@letowolfie@ciaprincess@speedycatbluebird @haniiix33 @mademoiselle-lanielenawrit@pancake74433 @certainasthesvn@with-a-hint-of-pesto-aiolishiroyuki18@ironicallyimnotamouse@ciaprincess@erreneous@gawston@benedictcumberbatchstolemyheart@pureawesomeness001@ronijdubb@norrihiddleskittycap@oh-snap-its-mildred @milleniumxhan bobateaandchocolatepudding @blackxthexbeast @blueinkblot   xxqueenofisolationxx  @dracsgirl @my-whataguythat-gaston @iamtotalgarbo @undertakers-witchy-mermaid

The sun streamed through your tiny attic window, your only source of light in the room. You breathed in through your nose and nuzzled your head deeper into your pillow as you groaned internally. The bell that was attached to the main clock of the village was set to ring in any moment. The start of a new day. Even that thing was ordering you around. You hated that thing with a firing passion. But then you suddenly remembered something about today. Today was unlike any other ordinary day. Why, tonight was the Prince’s Ball! Oh Joy! 

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A/N: I hope you like this trash. As always it’s rather long and I am picking up the jealousy theme. Shoutout to @occamy-shadow who has inspired me with her Dean Thomas fanfic. I kinda stole the last scene from her. 

Summary: Fred ad George assign you with the task of designing the outside of their Joke Shop and you start spending a lot of time with Dean Thomas; much to George’s disapproval.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader 

Word Count: 3758

Warnings: none. fluff!

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Moonlight Reign Ch. 4

A/N: This was rough to write while I’m all busy, so it’s not my best. However, I hope you enjoy and give me feedback!

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

Word Count: 3.2k

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Chapter Summary: You reunite with someone with undertones of betrayal as your place in Bangtan is solidified

There’s nothing uglier than a person’s face right before they kill someone. The curling of their lips into a snarl, the glint of merciless psychosis present in their eyes, and their hands, almost too ready to seize a heartbeat. It’s common for the killer to beg their loved one’s eyes to look away before they cause someone else’s to close indefinitely. However, your father had never asked you to do so before.

He had never asked that of anyone.

You weren’t able to see Yoongi’s face before he killed Byungjoo, but you did feel the blood spatter paint your face. You had been covered in the blood of family, which would be the largest crime someone could commit in your former syndicate.

However, you didn’t feel sick. You felt fine.

Your eyes stuttered open, the feeling of a cool washcloth gently brushing against your skin as you regained consciousness with blurry vision trying to realign.

“Y/n, I’m washing the blood off of you, don’t be scared,” You heard a gruff voice as your eyes focused to see Yoongi’s face above your own as he brushed the cloth on your cheek, “We had to change your clothes to get all the blood, but we didn’t see anything past what a bathing suit would be, and by we I mean Jin and I.”

“Byungjoo is dead,” That was something you had to confirm as Yoongi nodded, “Why?”

Yoongi ceased all movement for a second, reaffirming his decision to say his next few words, “He tried to kill one of our own, one of my own.”

You almost choked on air, “O-One of-”

“I didn’t stutter, y/n,” He stated, continuing to clean you off, “You are mine now.”

His stare was a web that looked like the coziest bed to snuggle into. Yoongi was either a new home or a prison with amazing architecture.

You didn’t know which option was the most dangerous.

He chuckled, breaking the stare and you from your own thoughts, “Don’t get too excited, I mean you’re my new addition, we have a closer bond now, I guess,” You scrunched your nose at his chiding, “I mean if you wanted one night of-”

Your lips twitched upwards, “You’re disgusting,” You said as Yoongi flashed you his gummy smile.

“There’s a sense of humor, something to lighten the mood,” He noted, standing up to put the rag away, “I need you alive and well, it’s the least I can make sure of.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, “What do you mean?”

Yoongi smiled, “Ah, who would’ve thought you’d forget saving a trembling preteen when you weren’t even 10?”

You paused, remembering the child of the Min’s, the only person you had shown your face to. Byungjoo was right, this was all your fault, but you weren’t angry with yourself in the least bit, “It was because you were either going to die or end up like me, and I didn’t like either possibility.”

He nodded, “Little did you know I’d tear that whole system down.”

You wanted to be shocked, but you weren’t. Min Yoongi hadn’t exactly said it, but you knew, he was the push to the dominos that your empire was built on.

“What? No anger?” Yoongi leaned down to look at you with eye contact, “I ruined your life after you saved mine.”

“I get angry at wrongful acts,” You managed to sit up straight, “All you did was show the world the truth.” Your head was pounding for you to lay down again, “My father and Byungjoo ruined my life.”

Yoongi was dumbfounded, unable to wrap his head around what made you so level-headed, considering your background. It was just about admirable how you could recognize fault where fault is due, “How did you manage to form an independent opinion with all the blindfolds they put over your eyes?”

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