#/ i do love minnie! she's always so sunshine-y.

[missallanea]

@anonymous : Minnie Mouse!

If there was one thing that was absolutely certain in the Valley, it was that Minnie's door was always open. Whether one of her neighbors needed to borrow a cup of sugar, want some decorative expertise, or simply wanted to sit and have a relaxing cup of tea together, there was not a single person she would turn away in a moment of need.

Today's visit was less a moment of need, and more just pleasantries between friends. From excited book clubs to baking parties and all things in-between, it was nice to just have a little one on one time with someone on those rainy afternoons.

"Aren't you just dapper!" A delighted giggle escapes at the compliment, making a loose gesture for a quick spin from her guest. "Why, I can only think of one thing you're missing. If you don't mind a little accessorizing? I don't think there's a single outfit that can't be made that little bit better with a bow."

give me a character and i'll give you a sample of how i'd rp them

[asraxfile]

…_〆(゜▽゜*) ⠀⠀⠀⠀Wait for your love.

synosis: Minnie was always a better option than your ex anyway trope: best friends to lovers pairing: Minnie x fem!reader genre: fluff warnings: reader crying, kissing word count: 957

A/n: these days I'm getting so many ideas that I dont know which one should I write first. This one inspired me by Ariana's new album Eternal Sunshine with a nice bff to lovers with Minnie. Enjoyy ^^

[10.23pm]

It was a calm and peaceful night. Slight fresh breeze washing through the city’s streets. The moon shone higher and higher as most of the citizens were already ready to finish their day and go to sleep. Minnie just got back from work feeling exhausted.

The preparations for the group’s new comeback were going excellently, but she would lie if she said it wasn’t tiring. She walked up the stairs of her dorm until she got a bunch of loud notifications. She sighed and took her phone to check who was spamming her. A slight smile played at the corner of her lips after she saw it was from you, her crush.

From far as Minnie knew, she has always had a crush on you. Ever since she met you it’s like you brought colors in her world. She could really be her true self when she was with you and she loved you dearly for that. But she was too afraid of ruining your friendship if she ever confessed, she was your best friend, and she won’t let anyone change that.

Well, despite her fear of ruining the relationship you have, there was one more problem that was stopping her, your boyfriend.

Ever since you got in a relationship with him about 5 months ago, Minnie kind of distanced herself from you. Of course she was there and you two sometimes hung out but not as much as Minnie wanted. She was jealous of course but what could she do? She wanted you to be happy even if it means that you’re happy with someone else.

But as soon as she saw what made you text her a million messages her smile dropped from her face.

[10.45pm]

Soft tears escaped your eyes while you hugged Minnie, resting your forehead against her shoulder as she held your upper arms. “I hate him for doing this to me, Minnie. I knew this would happen. I knew he would eventually leave me.” Wiping your eyes you looked at your worried best friend.

Minnie’s heart sank at the thought of you suffering for someone who wasn't even good for you, but even if she hated him for breaking up with you(over literal text), she was still here, comforting you. She wiped the tear that slipped on your cheek and looked deep at you with her almond eyes.

“You didn’t do anything wrong Y/n. He is a coward for breaking up with you and not even daring to face you. I’m so angry at him for making you feel like this, you deserve someone better.” She held your cheek as she calmed you down with her words.

You leaned into Minnie's embrace, seeking comfort in her warmth. She knew she couldn't erase the pain you were feeling, but she could damn well try to make you feel better. “I’m tired of waiting for the better. Maybe there’s no one better for me. Who would love someone so dumb and naive like me, Min?"

With low faith your words slipped out of your mouth. Minnie’s heart ached at your doubting words, she finally had enough. She held you tighter as you sank into her embrace. “Don’t say it like that. Don’t ever doubt your worth just because a fool of a man left you. He couldn’t see what was right in front of him—a beautiful soul, full of love, you deserve so much more than what he could give to you.”

After hearing those words, a spark of hope flickered in your heart. You held Minnie's arms as you let go of her embrace and moved to face her. Minnie’s words surely didn’t sound unmeaningful to you. "Minnie," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion, "thank you. Thank you for being here for me, for believing in me when I couldn't believe in myself." in response, Minnie’s eyes softened at your thanks to her. “Always Y/n,” she smiled as she held your hand. “I’ll always be there for you.”

In that quiet moment, Minnie couldn’t control herself. She was briefly lost in your pretty eyes. It all happened in a second and she closed the gap between you and her, placing a heartfelt kiss on your lips. A gasp escaped your mouth as you pulled back, your eyes widened in shock at the unexpected kiss. Minnie's own eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushing with a delicate pink blush as she realized what she just did.

"I-I'm sorry, Y/n," Minnie stuttered out, her voice shaking in nervousness, her hand immediately pulling away from yours. "I didn't mean to–” But before she could finish her sentence, you reached out, gently cupping Minnie's cheek and kissing her back. Maybe, just maybe, this was something you wanted to do a couple of times already. As you held Minnie’s cheek, she gently brushed her hand over yours. You pulled back, looking at her confused eyes as you let out a slight chuckle. “It’s okay, Min. I know you did mean to do this.” You whispered as Minnie’s flushed cheeks got even redder.

“Y/n I…” Minnie started still looking at your eyes with a shocked look. “I want to be someone more than your best friend to you.” She whispered out as your eyes scanned her features. In response, you just smiled. “You were always someone more than my best friend Minnie, I was just so blind to see that.” You confessed pulling her into a big hug.

That night Minnie was happier than ever. She will surely prove to you that she is a better option for you, of course she will. She has always been the better one for you and she’s happy you finally realized that.

[brimarie0512]

Stray kids fanfic ot8 series part eleven

Slow burn

WC: 3.3k (3,392)

There are pov switches, female reader, use of y/n, nicknames

Warnings: Mentions of food

Summery: Chan comes up with a plan and to keep it a secret Hyunjin takes you out on a spa date

Chapter Eleven “Hyunjin’s Date”

Chan’s pov-

Y/n was asleep in my arms like always but I still could not sleep. I hate knowing that she felt alone. I could see the hurt behind her eyes when she talked about it. It is too bad there is nothing I can do about it. Or is there. I softly turned a little to reach for my phone, careful not to wake up y/n. I went into the groupchat with all the guys but not with y/n and started typing .

Thursday 9:41 am

Hannie🐿️: Idk bro y/n gives amazing head

Minnie🐶: Jisung shut the fuck up

Hannie🐿️: Whatever you're just jealous

Minnie🐶: Just hurry up I want to get to the studio

Hannie🐿️: Okay okay i’m coming

Binnie🐰: With both of you just get here already

Minnie🐶: Yeah I was just setting up our little I.N. with y/n

Chan🐺: Ooo do tell

Minnie🐶: Well since you need me at the studio I can't go to the fair with Innie so I asked y/n to go with him

Innie🦊: And she said yes

Chan🐺: Of course she would say yes why wouldn't she

Innie🦊: I don't know it was still nerve wracking though

Minnie🐶: You will be fine, also Jisung and I are on our way to the studio now

Binnie🐰: Finally

Thursday 10:37 pm

Chan🐺: Guys I want to ask you something

Min🐱: What is it?

Jinnie🥟: Very ominous of you but go ahead

Chan🐺: Okay so you know how we have that extra room we use as storage?

Min🐱: Obviously, come on Channie get on with it

Binnie🐰: I agree you're really dragging this out

Chan🐺: Assholes

Chan🐺: Anyways, y/n was telling me that she had to stop by her apartment today because she needed some stuff but she felt really alone without us, so I was thinking since she stays here anyways and since she is going to be working with us soon we could redecorate it and move some of her things in for her so she can stay here but feel like she has a place to call her own to do whatever and she would have her things.

Hannie🐿️: That's so cute Chan

Lixie🐥: Awe she would love that

Innie🦊: She would she did seem off when she came back to the dorm

Chan🐺: Okay yay so what I was thinking is one of you could distract her while the rest of us work on it tomorrow

Jinnie🥟: I call dibs, I want to take her on a date after my stunt this week

Minnie🐶: But I want to take her out

Chan🐺: You both can but I think Hyunjin should take her out, Seungmin I am going to need your help keeping everyone else on track

Minnie🐶: Fine but I want to plan something for saturday with her

Chan🐺: That's fine, you can but I need you tomorrow

Minnie🐶: oaky Channie

Jinnie🥟: Yaayyy!!!

Now knowing that I could help y/n I put my phone down and I was able to sleep.

Y/n’s pov-

I woke up to Chan and I wrapped around each other. He was already awake and on his phone quietly, I looked over at him and he just gave me the warmest smile.

“Good morning doll.”

“Good morning Channie.” I said, curling into his side more. “Do you have any plans for the day?” I asked him.

“Yeah I actually have to go to the studio later sadly.” He said looking at me

“Oh okay.” I said, smiling at him.

I wish I could spend more time with him but because he is the leader he has a lot of responsibilities and I do not want to get in the way.

“Why don't we go see the rest of the boys?” He said pulling me into him.

“Okay, yeah lets go.” I said before getting up.

Chan followed after me, also getting out of bed and walked with me to the kitchen with his hand around my waist. When we entered the kitchen everyone was already in there but we all still had on our pajamas.

“Good morning.” I said to the room filled with everyone.

“Good morning jagiya.” Jisung said.

“Good morning sunshine.” Felix said after.

The whole room followed by greeting Chan and I. Suddenly Hyunjin comes over standing on my side opposite of Chan. He just had on a long bathrobe and his hair was down looking slightly messy like he just used his fingers to comb through it.

“Hey pretty, I still feel bad about the other morning.” Hyunjin said from beside me.

“Jinnie, I already told you it is okay.” I said, giving him a smile.

“I know, I know but can I take you out today to make up for it?” He asked, giving me puppy dog eyes.

I looked over at Chan and he gave me a slight nod while squeezing my waist that he was still holding to tell me it was okay.

“Yes Hyunjin, I would love that.” I said, giving him a peck on the cheek.

Once again all eyes were on us as everyone smiled.

“Perfect, go get ready and I will do the same. Dress comfortably.” Hyunjin said before disappearing to his room.

I nodded at him letting out a hum so he would know I understood and then I gave Chan a kiss before going back to his room to get ready. I took a shower first just to wash my body. When I got out of the shower I braided my hair loosely and then did some light makeup. I went to my designated drawers and picked out a pair of black leggings and a black tank top. I then put a cream colored sweater over it and just put on my black converse. I paired it with my everyday jewelry and left the room. When I entered the kitchen everyone was still there just talking among themselves and Hyunjin was by Felix’s side now dressed as well. He and Chan were the first two to notice my presence looking over at me. Hyunjin was wearing a pair of deep gray jeans and a black sweater.

“You dress comfortably and still look amazing pretty.” Hyunjin said, looking at me.

“He is not wrong.” Lee Know chimed in.

“Thank you.” I said blushing slightly.

Hyunjin came back over to me taking my hand before leaching a chast kiss on it.

“Well we are off. Don't wait up.” He said winking before basically dragging me out of the dorms.

He led me out of the building and into the car. He told the driver where to go and then brought his attention back to me.

“How are you feeling?” He asked me.

“I am good Jinnie, I am excited to see what we do today.”

“You will love it. First we are getting breakfast though.” He said smiling.

He grabbed onto my hand tight and cuddled into my side cleansing his head on my shoulder. I obviously knew Hyunjin was sweet but he has never been like this with me. He was always very forward and flirty so it was cute to see this side of him. He stayed cuddled into my side humming as we drove. When we arrived he got out first and took my hand. He brought me to a little coffee shop.

“Come on pretty.” Hyunjin said, pulling me into his side as we entered.

We both studied the menu for a moment before he looked at me.

“Do you know what you would like?” He asked.

“Yeah, a coffee and a bagel.”

“Okay perfect, I will order, go pick out a seat.” He said releasing me from his hold.

I nodded before turning around to find a place to sit. There were a few places to sit seeing as the majority of people were taking their orders to go. I decided it was best to be safe and I chose the table all the way at the back in a dark corner. I sat there patiently waiting until Hyunjin arrived.

“Here you go pretty.” He said placing my food and drink in front of me.

“Thank you.” I said smiling. “I hope this seat is okay, I know you guys have to be private about your life, especially if you're with me.”

“It is perfect, and honestly I should care but I don't. So what, if anyone asks I am getting to know my new makeup artist is that a crime.” He said in a flat tone clearly meaning that he does not care.

“I appreciate it but I do not want any of you getting in any trouble over me.” I said reaching across to hold his hands in mine. “Don't worry Jinnie, I understand it okay?”

“Yeah, thank you. How did we get so lucky? Your understanding, caring, kind, beautiful, and overall amazing.”

“Thank you Jinnie, but you guys have done so much for me as well you're all amazing and caring and just everything about you I adore.” I said, giving his hand a little squeeze.

“Thank you pretty. Let's eat, I have something else planned after this too.” He said, smiling brightly.

“Okay, thank you.” I said smiling as well letting go of his hands.

We both ate our food and took our coffee with us on the drive to the next place. Once again I was holding Hyunjin’s hand while he rested his head on my shoulder. This ride was a bit longer as I took in the scenery passing by us. Soon the car came to a stop and Hyunjin got out first again. He took my hand and led me inside. He walked up to the receptionist and gave her his name for the appointment and she disappeared into one of the back rooms.

“Ready pretty?”

“Yeah, but what should I be ready for?”

“Its a spa”

“Awe Jinnie, this is amazing. Thank you.” I said hugging him.

The receptionist came back a few moments later.

“Right this way.” She said, leading us into the room she was just in.

When I walked in I could see it was equipped with everything you could need to have an amazing spa day. Two massage tables, two wash bowls, a nail station. It was perfect.

“You may change into these robes and then our masseuses will be in shortly.” The receptionist said motioning to whe robes on the tables.

She left the room and I went over to Hyunjin and gave him a hug.

“Thank you Jinnie.” I said with my head in his chest.

“Anything for you, pretty.” He said bringing me in tighter before he released me and started looking around. “Hey, do you want me to turn around so you can change?” He asked, clearly concerned about making me uncomfortable.

“I am okay with it if you are.” I said, giving him a smile.

“Okay, y-yeah.”

I started undressing, happy that I wore a cute matching pair of underwear. I had on a black lace bralette and matching panties. I took off my shirt first and Hyunnin was staring at my chest but I did not mind. Next I slowly took off my leggings bending down to get them over my ankles. When I looked up Hyunjin was still looking at me. He came over and approached me eagerly, placing one of his hands on my cheek and the other on the small of my back connecting our lips instantly. He was so intense with it but I soon melted into the kiss until he started moving down my jaw onto my neck.

“You're…so…beautiful.” He said between each kiss down my throat.

“Thank you, but Hyun we need to get our robes on, they could be here any minute.” I said breathless.

“You're right. You're just so addicting.” He said leaving one last peck on my lips before breaking away.

I put on my robe and looked over at Hyunjin who had started undressing. He pulled off his sweater revealing his body to me. He was toned, they all were considering the fact they were idols, a piece of information that keeps slipping my mind. His arms were toned, not too big like Changbin’s but still muscular. He had abs but they didn't look too hard. I could still imagine laying my head on his stomach comfortably. I could feel myself blush but he paid me no mind and started to undo his belt. He pulled down his jeans and folded them, putting them aside. I could see the outline of him. He was a little longer than Jisung and decently thick but slimmer than Chan, what I would give to just have him right here and now but that wasn't possible. He kept his black boxers on now looking at my face, my eyes trained on his lower half.

“Like what you see pretty?” He asked smoothly, making me look up at him.

“Oh I definitely do.” I said now looking at his lips.

“Too bad we don't have time to indulge in your wandering thoughts. Like you said our masseuses could be here any minute.” He said putting the robe on.

He tied the robe around his waist and stalked over to me, giving me another tender kiss. He pulled away and adjusted himself before lying down on his table. I did the same following his lead now laying on my stomach. We both turned our heads to face each other. Hyunjin reached over, stroking my cheek with his thumb. After a moment we heard a knock at our door.

“Come in.” Hyunjin spoke as he retracted his hand and placed it back under his head.

With that two masseuses entered, both being female. They introduced themselves before explaining the services. They both started by taking some oil in their hands, warming them up before starting to work on our calves. I didn't realize how much I needed this until it started. After properly massaging our calves they asked us to remove our robes while they left the room. Hyunjin and I both stood and took our robes off and he gave me another quick kiss before laying back down. The masseuses entered the room once again starting on our shoulders this time. They worked out every muscle down to our lower backs. Every once and a while they would break apart a knot just right leading me to let out a sound. They finished us off by going over everything with lotion and then they left to allow us to put our robes back on before our facials.

“You make some pretty noises.” Hyunjin said as he stood up. “However, I already knew that. I didn't forget about Chan’s little show with you.” He said laughing now.

I started to feel embarrassed but then I looked at him and he was hard so I decided to retaliate. “Well it looks like you enjoyed it.” I said motioning to the problem in his boxers.

“You're a brat. Minho and Seungmin are going to love you.” He said laughing once more.

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“They like to put brats into their place, don't worry pretty I am sure you will love it.” He said as he put his robe on.

“I am sure I will.” I said giving him a wink before also putting my robe on.

We laid down once again but on our backs this time. Once again there was a knock but this time it was two different people that entered. Both being females once again. They explained they were estheticians who would be doing our facials today. They started by whipping our faces with a cleanser to remove any dirt or makeup. They double cleansed us, the second one being a fone. After that they exfoliated our skin and removed it once again. They then used this tool that zapped us slightly to tighten our skin before using these cooling wands. They waxed us and then applied moisturizer. They explained that our hairdressers would be next and arriving soon. Hyunjin and I sat up and he came over to sit next to me on my little bed.

“So what do you think so far?” he asked, taking my hand and playing with it in his.

“This is amazing Jinnie, I didn't know how much I needed this until they started. Thank you.”

“Of course pretty, anything for you.”

The hairdressers walked in next. They asked if we wanted anything specific and we agreed on some hair masks and a scalp massage. They brought us over to the sinks as they started to wash our hair and give us our scalp massages. They applied the hair masks and said they would be back soon. As they left two other people entered. They were nail techs and asked us what colors we would want. Hyunjin went with his classic black nail polish and I chose a nude with a french tip. They started with a pedicure and foot massage. As they were painting our toes the hairdressers came back in to wash out the hair masks. The hairdressers and nail techs finished at the same time. They brought us over to the styling chairs and started drying our hair as the nail techs started doing our manicures. The nail artist finished first leaving as the hairdressers were styling our hair. Hyunjin just asked for product while they curled my hair. Hyunjin was done first and I was finished soon after. They left the room as we thanked them for their services.

“Wow, I feel like royalty.” I said laughing slightly.

“Well it is what you deserve.” Hyunjin said, walking over to me placing a hand on each side of my waist.

“Thank you.” I said leaning to kiss him.

We stayed like that a moment, allowing him to explore my mouth before he broke away.

“Let's get dressed so we can go get something to eat. It's getting pretty late.” He said handing me my clothes.

We got dressed and left the room. Hyunjin had paid before the appointment but still left them a generous tip. We walked out to the car and got in. He gave the driver instructions to bring us to dinner. He refused to tell me where. This time I rested my head on his shoulders. I felt so relaxed and cared for I almost felt like I could sleep. Before I could get too comfortable we pulled up to a small sushi restaurant. Hyunjin took my hand, leading me inside and asking for a table in the back.

“I am sor-” He started.

“Stop, I already know but you don't have to be sorry, I understand, plus it's more intimate when we don't have to worry about other people. Trust me I am fine with it.” I haid giving him a smile and a slight squeeze to his hand.

“You're so amazing.” He said before following the host.

We sat down and looked at the menu. Hyunjin had decided to order a few different kinds of sushi and I did not complain. He didn't let go of my hand once while we talked at ate. When we were done I tried to pay but he refused to let me. We walked back into the car and once again my head was on his shoulder. This time however I did fall asleep. When we got back to the dorm Hyjin woke me up softly.

“Y/n, pretty, we are here.” He whispered as he stroked my hair.

I started to stir awake and looked at him and he got out taking my hand.

“Thank you for today Hyunjin, it was amazing, I am sorry I fell asleep on you.” I said, rubbing my eyes.

“It is okay, let's go upstairs.” He said, leading me inside.

When we entered the dorm it was quiet which was odd. It was late but not that late and it was a Friday. Where was everyone? Hyunjin led me down the hall stopping in front of a door. I had been staying at the dorm but I have never been in this room. I was told it was just storage. Hyunjin suddenly reached for the door and opened it. My eyes instantly lit up when I saw what was inside.

Taglist: @strawberry31

[musette22]

*spoken in Evans' softest voice when he was playing his adorable red ears off with those cute puppies* hi baby 🥺

How are my sweet and wonderful ✨sunshine✨? Well, relaxed and joyful i hope, my love 💛💛

I was heating up my dinner earlier and just going through my dash and seeing all your lovely replies to your loving fans and i was just like "my god i can never have Minnie's stamina! She's a legend" and it's so damn true! I mean the sheer thought and love you put into each reply is not only impressive but simply heartwarming 💜 I'm not sure if you've been labeled before as the godmother of the stucky/evanstan fandom and their affiliates cause you should be, Sweets 😌 and goddamn it if we aren't lucky that it's you with your patience, love and incredible talent when it comes to curating. I honestly live for your *supplied with a plethora of exhibits all the way from A to Z* replies ☺️☺️they're just the best 💕 just like you are the best, the sweetest, the smartest, most precious adorable Minnie bean i know 🥺💛 love you to beyond the moon and back 😘😘❤️❤️

P.S. HOW 'BOUT THEM LAUGHING CHRISTOPHER PICS MINNIE SWEETS?!?! THIS BOY'S JOY CAN GENERATE ENOUGH PURE POWER TO LIGHT UP A TOWN I STG 😭😭

Oulaaaaaaa, honey baby!! 🥰🥰 It's so nice of you to drop by! 💕💕💕 You are a little cutie, did you know that? Also I'm definitely hearing that first sentence in Chris's soft puppy voice and now I'm all 🥺🥺

I am doing pretty well, thank you sweetheart! It's always a good day when we get new Chris content, especially so soon after getting new Seb content!! Infinitely improves an otherwise Monday-y Monday. Chris's smile is just 😭😭 The most precious thing since all the other precious things he's done. It makes me so happy 🥺 And then his gorgeous face and that voice in the new insta video? UGH. His voice makes my body do nsfw things (and so does the rest of him tbh 😩)

Oh sweetie, you're giving me way too much credit here 🥺💛 But thank you!! I just genuinely enjoy talking about these boys and finding appropriate gifs and pics and anecdotes and what not, so I'm mostly just lucky that people ask me stuff, and also tell me things because otherwise I'd be so out of the loop half the time lol. You're so sweet and I appreciate you so much!!!! ✨✨

I hope you have a wonderful evening, you beautiful angel ❤️❤️❤️ Please make sure you relax and hydrate and get enough sleep tonight, okay? I'm going to try and squeeze an hour or two of writing in now, but after that I'll be doing the same 😴 Goodnight, ilyyyyyyyy (so much!!)

[capricornwriter5]

You are the one - Chapter 24

Pairing: Bang Chan x female OC; Lee Know x female OC

Genre: au (high shool, college), love triangle, fluff, angst, smut, from friends to lovers. ⚠️Warning: soft drugs

Words: 4k

Summary: Bang Chan and Jasmine have been best friends for as long as they can remember. With little time to finish high school, they both begin to develop romantic feelings. However, family situations and communication issues force them to move away. Once in college, they decide to try to regain the friendship they had. As Bang Chan sees the opportunity to finally be with the girl he has always loved, his friend Lee Know, who had been studying in England, returns home and the connection he develops with Jasmine is undeniable. Can the chemistry and attraction with Lee Know outweigh a tender first love and memories of years of friendship between Bang Chan and Jasmine?

Disclaimer: I named the character Jasmine (Minnie for Chan 🥰) because I love that name. Besides, it’s easier if we want to see Chan saying cute names (it’s better than just Y/N, I think) but you can totally picture yourselves in the story, that’s the idea.

Chapter 24 - Where is he?

Seeing Lee Know at night was not pleasant at all, the photographer was in such a temper that he even spoke rudely to a waiter. That way of reacting was not common on him. Yes, it was true that Minho was not a ray of sunshine, and from the whole group, his filter when it came to comments did not exist. Yet, he had never been rude to a person he did not know.

"It's just a soda, you didn't have to react like that," Jasmine commented very embarrassedly after the waiter apologized for the order mistake.

"I was clear, I asked for something, if he's so stupid not to be able to hear an order, he should look for another job."

"You've also confused things in the cafeteria, you..."

"Different thing" He cut sharply.

"What's the matter with you?"

"I don't like being lied to, Jasmine. You told me you weren't going to that school shit and not only did you end up going, but you also spent the whole night with Chan in his car because it was conveniently snowing heavily."

"First of all, watch the tone. Second, I didn't lie to you. I never told you I wouldn't go, I told you I wasn't sure. And the Chris thing wasn't..."

"Bang Chan, his name is Bang Chan, not Chris."

Lee Know's stare was something totally new for Jasmine, she was not used to receiving looks like that from any of the men in her life. She had argued with her friends, but they had never spoken badly to her or looked at her that way. Her father could have a thousand bad traits, but he had never spoken in such a way. And Chan... Chan, not even in his most furious moment would have glanced at her like that.

The surprise made her not know how to react and when Lee Know saw that the girl looked down not because she was upset, but because she was scared, he felt miserable.

The waiter had returned with their orders but, as expected, Jaz didn't taste a bite all night, nor did she speak much, which led to the dinner ending fleetingly. On the way, Lee Know thought about how to apologize for speaking to her like that, but before doing so, Jaz talked.

"I couldn't take the subway back because I was sick and it was too cold. It wasn't planned, much less something I did behind your back, it just happened, I tried to tell you."

"Did something happen with Chan in that car?" That had been an impulse. He was supposed to apologize, not indirectly accuse her of disrespecting their relationship.

"Are you asking me if I cheated on you? Do you really think that with what happened in my family I could do something like that?"

"I just want you to be honest with me and tell me what happened between you two. You were alone practically all night."

"Damn! Control yourself." Lee Know thought furious with himself, it was as if he couldn't hold his words and was letting jealousy and anger take control of the situation, something that hadn't happened to him before.

"If you have to ask me that, that's all the answer you need, Lee Know."

Watching her walk away from him caused the boy to understand that he had done everything wrong that night, he had expressed himself rudely, he had behaved like an idiot, and he had been anything but mature.

On the way home, they walked quite far apart from each other, it wasn't one of those fights where Lee Know could fix it with some flirtatious comment, he had struck a chord with his girlfriend. Now, standing in front of Jaz's front door, it was something more than expected that the girl opened it and nearly slammed it right in Minho's face. In fact, that did not happen just because he placed his foot in the middle of the door. 

"Can you please stop ignoring me and listen to me?" The photographer asked entering behind her.

"Look, Minho. I've heard you enough. Plus, I'm not feeling well, I want to rest and that doesn't include you."  

"Jasmine, I screwed it up, I know."

"I screwed it up? Do you seriously think that every time you do something wrong it's enough to say that? Minho, your words hurt people, you hurt feelings. Things are not solved just with an apology. Grow up! You have to change, you have to do your part and stop being so selfish."

"I could do it if it wasn't so hard for you to forgive."

Jasmine had been leaving her coat on the rack, but upon hearing that last, she even dropped it because of the force with which she turned around. "Fuck off."

"Jaz..."

"Get out of here, Minho."

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry, kitten. Can we talk? I promise I'll think twice before talking. No more stupid comments. "

No one would ever know how he pulled it off, but Lee Know got Jasmine to sit with him and listen to him. "I haven't been on my best days, and I acted like shit, you're right, precious."

"When I told you that Chris... Chan" She corrected immediately seeing him close his eyes. "When I told you that Chan and I decided to walk away, I meant it."

"Sometimes I feel like you guys don't need to be physically close to be present in each other's lives, and I really don't know how to deal with that, Jaz. I don't like to feel like I have to share you, I'm sorry, but I can't stand it."

"Min, you're hearing how that sounds, right? You're not a child with a new toy who doesn't want to share it. I'm doing my part, and I know that we're different, and it has not been easy to accept certain behaviors, but I'm seriously making an effort and I'm just not getting it back from you. I know what you mean because I don't know how to deal with this either, much less if you react this way. I didn't cheat on you, I wouldn't do that. It's not fair to anyone, I'm not that kind of person. But whether you like it or not, Chan and I have a past, and we belong to the same group of friends, you can't act like this every time we meet."

"I'm sorry." His apology was short, but there was something in the way he looked at his girlfriend that made sure he meant it wholeheartedly. However, he noticed the apologies had been numerous, Jaz had been too patient with him. "The dinner thing was wrong. I'm not only talking about the waiter, but also about how I saw you. I don't know what happened, you know that I'm not like that..." 

"And I'm not putting up with it again, either, Lee Know." Jaz sounded firmer than ever before.

Silence surrounded them for a few minutes until Jaz headed into the kitchen. Paying a little more attention to her, Minho realized that his girlfriend really did look sick, besides that, she had a terrible cough. He had known for days that she wasn't feeling well, but letting jealousy poison his head, he hadn't even asked her how she felt. He also thought about Chan, because although he preferred to die before accepting that he had acted badly with Changbin and Han, deep down he knew that his friend was not well either, and he had preferred to ignore the issue out of jealousy. The truth was that pride and jealousy were not allowing him to be the sweet boyfriend and loyal friend he truly was. 

Since the kiss between Chan and Jaz, Lee Know had had a change. Yes, he wanted to be with Jaz, he really liked her and had come to love her, but on top of that, there was a matter of pride, even a possessive nature, not to mention selfishness caused by emotional immaturity.

"Damn it..." He thought as he gradually accepted several traits of his personality that he had to work on as soon as possible.

"Kitten, come here, let me make you something. You don't look well." Taking the cup that Jaz was holding, he set it aside and hugged her. "I'm really sorry. It's so annoying to know that I keep fucking things between us when I do NOT want to." With a sigh, Lee Know brushed Jaz's hair behind her ear. "Maybe it was true that I'm not boyfriend material."

"That's far from the problem." The girl answered caressing his cheek. "I think deep down you're still upset about what happened at Changbin's party, Min. You tried to turn the page too fast and didn't accept that you were mad at Chan and me."

Lee Know waited a few seconds, but finally nodded. That night, in front of that kiss, he had known jealousy, an emotion he had never experienced before and that he clearly ignored how to handle it. He tried to ignore it and make things right with Jaz, but that was not the truth. Lee Know needed to understand that feelings deserved attention and time. 

"It bothers the shit on me to feel this way, kitten. But... no, forget it, I don't want to discuss anymore and you need to sleep."

"No, tell me. We promised we would be honest."

Some minutes passed until Lee Know finally left behind his pride and accept to himself and his girlfriend what he truly felt. "I'm not the one in your thoughts, nor in your heart. I'm not that keen on relationships, but I have one, I want the whole thing, not a slice of your heart. I know you're trying, Jaz, but deep down... deep down you're trying so hard not to hurt me, that you're not being honest, at least not with yourself."

"Min..."

"Why did you turn down the scholarship?"

"How...?"

"I saw the letter a few days ago, I didn't mean to read your stuff, but you left it in my apartment the day you left your sketchbook. I saw that you rejected a scholarship to study in Germany. Not only did they offer you studies, but the possibility of making a life there with a stable job. The more I think about it, the less sense it makes. Here in Korea, you're not quite happy, things with your family are not going well, you don't talk to your best friend, and I haven't stood out for being precisely the best boyfriend. And yet, you decided to stay. You did the same thing Chan did a few years ago when he was about to agree to study in England, but you called him... one call from you was enough for him to run back here."

"What?"

"When he visited me in England he had decided to stay, he would study there, and his parents would approve it. Chan could start from scratch in a new place, but he didn't do it because someone was waiting for him here and that weighed more than everything. You weighed more than anything to him, and you keep doing it. Chan could also have been gone a long time, not only for the gallery but also to work with his family. He has been offered it countless times, especially now that he'll start working with his father, but each time he rejects it more firmly. This isn't a coincidence, Jaz, you guys are NOT a coincidence, this way of acting..."

"I don't..."

"Kitten, why did you decide to stay?"

"Because this isn't the time for me to leave, other opportunities will come later."

"Jaz, look me in the eye and pay attention. You won't hurt me if you're honest. You've been telling me to stop being selfish and I'm telling you as your boyfriend, as someone who cares about you, that you have to think of yourself this time. Forget about your parents, forget about your friends, forget about Chan and me."

"Minho, please stop." 

"Why did you reject it?" He asked lifting her face by gently cupping her chin. "You're not going to hurt me, kitten."

"It's not so simple."

"Jaz, just because you tell me what you think or feel doesn't mean you're doing something wrong. You promised me that you'd be honest with me, fulfill it."

"I'm not ready to let him go." She accepted lowering her face. "Despite I told him that we can't go on like we were doing, and I've done my best to get away, I can't, Minho, I still can't forget Chris, I miss him so much... forgive me."

To Jaz's surprise, Lee Know hugged her and even patted her gently on the back upon hearing her cry. "It's alright, kitten, it's alright." He assured her ear.

"I'm doing the same shit dad did."

"Jaz, listen to me." He asked trying to reassure her. "You're doing absolutely nothing like what happened between your parents. On the contrary, you've forced yourself to deny the reality of what you feel, and that's not right, even I know it, ME, the person who doesn't know much about relationships and was obviously a jerk more than once." He said making her smile just a little bit.

"I'm so sorry, Min."

"I'm not the one who you should apologize to, you were honest and I appreciate it. But you have been too hard on yourself, think things through, think about what you want, what you really want."

"Aren't you upset with me?"

"Upset? No, all I asked of you was to tell me the truth, and you did. Also, the time we were together was not bad."

"Lee Know!" She said making him laugh.

"Actually, Jaz, I think the one who deserves that apology is you, I was an idiot."

"It was your first relationship, it's okay." She said before kissing his cheek.

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Days went by and the festivities of the Chinese New Year started. It was no surprise to Han and Changbin that Chan got an invitation from some friends to celebrate with them. However, the one who reacted somewhat defensively was Lee Know. He and Chan had agreed that they would work on pending tasks from the gallery that weekend, and when Chan told him that he would be out on Friday but they could meet on Saturday morning, Lee Know didn't consider it a good idea. It wasn't that he thought his friend wouldn't come, since Chan never neglected his responsibilities, but because Minho was sure that Chan wouldn't be at his best. To tell the truth, Lee Know reacted like that because of concern, he did not wish to be the overprotective friend, but the idea of Bang Chan going to that party anguished him. 

On Saturday morning, Changbin visited Jaz at her apartment. He thought he would see Lee Know there, they usually spent Saturdays together but to his surprise, when the girl opened the door, she was alone. No one knew they had broken up, for the couple had agreed that they would not talk about it with their friends, at least for a while.

"Bin, I wasn't expecting you!" Jaz greeted. 

"You have some time without visiting us, so I decided to come. And so you don't get mad at me for eating everything, today I went to buy breakfast."

Jaz smiled at him and soon they were eating what the boy had brought; however, there was something in the girl's head that wouldn't leave her alone. "I need to ask you something."

"I swear I haven't made coffee again."

"No, is not that. It has to do with Chris."

"Chan?" He asked trying not to make eye contact with her. Especially not at that time when he knew absolutely nothing about his friend since the day before.

"I saw him a few days ago and he didn't look right. He even had a nosebleed. He's skinny, something's wrong."

Changbin hid part of his silence by helping himself to some more food, but when he couldn't take it any longer because Jaz called him several times, he had no choice but to speak.

"Jaz, I honestly don't know what to tell you, I don't know what's going on with Chan, I've tried to talk to him, but it's been impossible."

"What do you mean?"

"He doesn't want to listen to me, and neither to Han."

"Changbin, but what's the matter? Please, tell me something. Why hadn't you told me about this before?"

"I didn't want to worry you, I didn't want to cause you a problem with Lee Know either. It's just, well... I don't know, Chan's going out more than usual."

"If it was just that, you wouldn't be worried." 

Changbin was having one of the biggest debates of his life. On one hand, he was sure he had to tell Jasmine what was going on, but at the same time, he remembered Lee Know telling him to stay out of it. Besides, how would he tell her that he hadn't heard from Chan since the day before? What if he worried her in vain? What if the usual thing happened and Chan came later?

"Changbin, please speak." She asked placing her hand on his shoulder. 

The boy thought about it some more and although he knew that that could cause him serious consequences with both Lee Know and Chan, he decided to speak. "He's drinking a lot, Jaz."

The first thing that crossed the girl's mind was Chan's mother, the problems she had had with alcohol since they were children and without waiting for anything else, she wrote to him.

8:15 a.m. Minnie🐰. "Chris, where are you? I need to talk with you."

Just as Changbin imagined, Jaz was consumed by worry in a matter of seconds. The girl even forgot that her friend was there, she did not take her eyes off the cell phone waiting for Chan to answer her at the same time that anxiety was taking control of her body and Changbin already saw her moving her feet, her hands, and her face was acquiring an expression of panic. Telling her that Chan hadn't shown up since the day before was definitely NOT an option, so Changbin thought about what to do to help her a little and that's how he remembered something that might give her a little light, more so when he saw that she had already called Chan three times and he didn't answer.

"There's someone who might know something," Changbin said breaking her out of her thoughts. "Your father has talked to him a lot, maybe he knows what's up with Chan."

"My father?" In response, Changbin nodded, leaving Jaz wildly confused. "I mean, it's not that I'm listening to other people's conversations, but Chan has a bad habit of not closing his door properly and I've heard that he talks to him."

"I won't talk to him unless it's necessary." She answered fully determined and Changbin had no choice but to nod.

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Lee Know waited for Chan but not only did he not arrive, but he also did not answer any messages and of course the calls either. Fearing that he hadn't come home again, he called Han and Changbin, who confirmed his thoughts. Without saying anything, Lee Know went looking for him, in fact, he spent practically the whole day visiting clubs and asking for him. Meanwhile, Han and Changbin had contacted several of Chan's friends but no one knew a thing. Worry led them to meet at Lee Know's house to think about what else they could do, but they were running out of options, they had nowhere else to look for him.

"What if we call the hospitals?" Han's question made Changbin widen his eyes, even turning pale upon hearing that. "Not to be pessimistic, but he's never been lost for so long, we don't know if anything happened to him."

"I already called." Lee Know's response made them worry even more, if HE had done something so drastic, it was because things were not okay. "There's no record of him."

"Shall we call his parents?"

"They won't know a damn thing, Han," Changbin replied about going crazy due to nervousness. "I even called Felix and Hyunjin, but they don't know anything either."

"We have to tell Jasmine." Lee Know said taking out his cell phone again and dialing the girl's number; however, this time it was Changbin who didn't leave him and hung up.

"We'll kill her if we tell her. Lee Know, I'm sorry, I know you asked me not to get involved, but today I told her that something was going on with Chan and she lost her shit. If she were to find out about this..."

"We have to tell her." Lee Know repeated, taking back his cell phone. "Look what time it is, Changbin, Chan has been missing for more than twenty-four hours. If there's anyone who can find him, it's her." Han and Changbin looked at each other listening to how Lee Know asked Jaz to come to his apartment, news like that could not be told over the phone. 

A few minutes later Jaz arrived, and she did nothing more than go in and see the faces of the three of them to know that something bad had happened. She immediately looked around for Chan, and when she didn't see him, she felt her blood run cold.

"Jaz, we need your help. There's no other way to tell you this, so please listen to me and try to think with a cool head. We haven't heard from Chan since yesterday morning. We know that he would meet some friends, we already talked to them and they say that Chan left the party early. We have tried everything, we've searched every place we can think of, we've called his friends, but nobody knows anything about him."

The three guys looked at each other as they noticed how the girl's face was disfigured by fury and concern. "Lee Know, are you telling me that you guys have been looking for him all day and you didn't tell me anything until now?"

"We thought he'd come home in the morning as he has before when he doesn't tell us." Han tried to explain but that only made everything worse, for the girl couldn't believe that something like that had been hidden from her.

"Chris doesn't go away without saying anything first, you guys know him! How the hell didn't you look for him before, why didn't you tell me anything? Changbin, you were with me in the morning!"

"I didn't want to disturb you, I swear I thought he'd be back before lunch."

All the worst thoughts filled Jaz's mind in a matter of seconds, she began to imagine the worst, the girl was nowhere near running off to find him, and actually tried to, but Lee Know grabbed her wrist and made her sit up so she could think clearly before she ran off like crazy. At another time Han and Changbin would have found it extremely strange that Lee Know would be so calm about Jaz's more than obvious concern for Chan; however, the situation was grave and everyone was really distressed. 

Luckily, Chan hadn't taken the car, so Jaz was able to go to his apartment and get the keys. There was no time to lose, she had to find him quickly. Jaz drove wherever she could think of where Chan might be; her last option was the planetarium, but discovering that there was not even the slightest trace, the girl just broke. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably, she didn't know what else to do or where to look for him. She only had one more card left that only for Chan would she use it. That was how she ended up dialing her father's number at around two in the morning.

"You have to help me!" She implored as soon as his father had answered.

"Jazz! Princess, where are you? Why are you crying?" Asked the man getting out of bed.

"Chris is not here, he left yesterday. I don't know what else to do, he wouldn't do something like that, he wouldn't be lost like this for so long." The man knew that his daughter was seconds away from having the worst panic attack of her life, it took too much to keep her stable. He had never heard her like that, but when it came to her "Chris", he knew that Jaz was someone else and any self-control she might have had disappeared. "You talk to him, you have to know something!"

"Honey, breathe!" He said upon hearing that he was hyperventilating. "We're going to find him, I promise, but you have to calm down!"

After a few minutes in which Jaz's father was talking to her to calm down a bit, the only thing that could be heard was the girl's crying. At least she was breathing normally again and was able to speak. That is how she gave her father a list of places where Chan could be. While he was looking for Chan, she would drive to their old town, as she was convinced that she would not find it in the surroundings of where they currently lived. 

Unfortunately, the search for Jaz's father did not have encouraging results, since nowhere did he obtain information about the boy. On the way, Jaz tried to think about where else he could be, but the worry did not let her act rationally and just the idea that something had happened to Chan made her bite her lip hard to avoid crying and to be able to continue thinking. It was in one of those rare moments of clarity that it occurred to her to check Chan's credit card records. She knew all his passwords, the bank's was no exception. Under other circumstances, she wouldn't have, but she must find him no matter what. Then, after pulling over on a sidewalk, the girl entered Chan's bank account and as she suspected, the last movement had been four hours ago in a pub in their old city. 

The distance between their new and old place of residence was approximately three, almost four hours by car; however, Jasmine drove so fast that when she told her father she had arrived and he saw that barely two hours had passed, he almost had a heart attack. But this was not the time to scold her, they had to find Chan, even more so when Jaz's father arrived at the pub and asked about the boy. The owner of the place told him that he had to kick him and some other guys out because they had argued. What caught his attention was that when he himself took Chan out of the place, he was repeating something that had to do with a promise. He mentioned it to Jaz but that did not ring any bell for her, at least not yet. Promise, what promise? Jaz wondered over and over. What could her best friend be thinking? Jaz had to put herself in Chan's shoes and imagine what could be going through his mind in such a condition. It was hard for her to accept it, but deep down she knew it, Chan had thought of the two of them, it had to be something related to the two of them, to their relationship.

The answer came to Jaz as soon as her gaze landed on the car's drawer where she knew her medications were. Chan kept them, and possibly he always would, just as he would fulfill a promise that would be eternal.

To be continued... 🐺

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🖊Can it be James writing a letter to y/n, but she’s dead and he writes letters to her time to time and “tells” her about everything going on, with the Marauders and Harry. P.S. y/n died basically protecting James and Harry(sorta how Lily did). And can it be a little sad...? But a bit happy as well? Thank you!:)

Warnings: really angsty, I actually like it but I liked it more as I was writing it than I did proof reading it, James angst might be the only fanfic that can make me cry and trust me I did

My Sunshine,

I know I haven’t written to you in a while and I’m sorry, life’s been hectic and every time I mean to sit down to write to you Harry starts crying, or Padfoot and Moony show up and I forget. I don’t like forgetting things about you, forgetting about you, but every time I look at our little boy and I see that scar on his forehead I remember. 

He’s got your eyes Sunshine, exact same ones, everyone still says he’s the spitting image of me, but he’s got your nose. I swear it. I know I used to tell you that when he was a baby but it’s even more obvious now and I don’t see how other people miss it. Minnie sees it, she comes over all the time and plays with Harry, says she’s already saving him a spot on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, he’s such a strong flyer already, he’s gonna be amazing baby, I can feel it.

Moony’s talking about taking the DADA post at Hogwarts, Padfoot’s made sure that neither of them will ever have to work a day in their lives but you remember how he always talked about that being what he wanted to do. Third year he came into our dorm after tutoring a first year and told us all that he wanted to be a professor, wanted to teach, it was right after a moon and the first time I’d seen him smile all that year. If anyone has the patience for it it’s him.

Think if he accepts Dumbledore’s offer Sirius might find work too, always told us he was gonna be a trophy husband but with every passing day another restriction is enacted, another law is passed and the love of his life loses more and more of his rights. You know our Padfoot, he’s not just gonna let that go, not for Moons.

Haven’t been doing much myself if I’m being honest, Mom and Dad come by when they can but they’re getting older and most of the time it’s easier for Haz and I to go to them. He’s just as feisty as you are baby, he’s our little spitfire and his cheeks puff up and his face gets all red, he’s the most adorable sight you’ve ever seen.

Took him to get fitted for glasses this week, he’s got my shit eyesight and now he has these little tiny round frames perched on his nose and he keeps pushing them up because they won’t stop sliding down his nose. Makes him look more like Moony than his Dad but he’s mine, he’s ours. Mom keeps telling me he looks exactly as I did when I was his age, guess she’d know better than I would but m’not sure.

If I’m being honest there’s a real reason I haven’t written to you in a while, made a decision a little bit ago, and telling you makes it too real. Because if I don’t tell you then I can just pretend it never happened but if you know there’s no backing out of it, I can’t fail you, my love. But it’s tomorrow so there’s no more delaying the inevitable. I’m going on a date. Marls keeps telling me that it’s time, that I need to start the healing process but it’s still scary. I’m not ready to say goodbye, I’m not ready for you to be gone.

But every time I tried to talk myself out of it I could hear your voice in my head, telling me not to be stupid, not to play it safe, because I’m James Potter, and since when have I ever played anything safe?

So I’m not looking at it like I’m losing you like I’m saying goodbye. I’m looking at it like the next step that you’d want me to take because I know you Sunshine, and you’d kick me if I sat around forever wallowing. 

S’getting late and I should get Harry ready for bed, thinking I’ll take him to Diagon Alley tomorrow. I love you (Y/N), I’ll always love you. I’ll write you afterward, after the… you know, tell you all about it. 

Love,

Jamie

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new love - spencer reid

spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: spencer tells the team about his new girlfriend, y/n.

warnings: fluff in its purest form.

word count: 1503

notes: IM BACK!!! i know it’s been a little while since i posted anything but i actually had the time (and motivation) to write this and i think it’s rlly cute!!

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spencer gazed down at you as you slept, adoration filling his eyes.

last night was the first night you had slept over at his place. he wasn’t really against the idea, other than the fact that you’d wake up alone in his bed. he wished he could stay and cuddle you longer, but unfortunately serial killers had a habit of killing innocent people. it was spencer’s duty to prevent that, and well - duty calls.

spencer couldn’t seem to spur his legs into action, the image of you still asleep and curled up under his covers was one too precious to walk away from. you were spread out on your stomach, your hair sprawled out across the pillow underneath your head, your hands softly grasping the comforter.

spencer found himself immensely grateful for his eidetic memory so that he could never forget how adorable you looked.

in lieu of fully rousing you to say goodbye, he decided on placing a kiss on your forehead. the whimper that the small action elicited from you made his heart clench - and made it that much tougher to leave you.

spencer quickly found some spare notepaper and scribbled a note for you encouraging to call or text if you felt lonely, his chicken scratch hardly legible in his haste.

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as he sat on the train that morning, he couldn’t help but realize that everything just seemed so much better now that you were a permanent fixture in spencer’s life. it was as if his life were a coloring page that had suddenly been filled in with the most vibrant of markers - as cliche as that sounds.

the inconveniences that plagued him almost daily now seemed like nothing - for example, the embarrassing half-jog-half-sprint he had to do in order to make it onto the train in time. spencer felt like he had a new outlook on life, and it was all owed to you.

spencer arrived at work, walking into the bullpen with a noticeable pep in his step as he made his way over to his desk. he set down his satchel, only to glance up and find morgan and jj staring at him.

“do i have something on my face?” he frowned, wiping at his face to ensure there was nothing there.

“you didn’t head to the coffee machine straight away,” morgan pointed out, swiveling his chair to face him.

“i, uh, don’t feel like i need it?” spencer’s brows knit in utter confusion at the sudden interrogation he found himself a part of.

“you always get a cup of coffee in the morning, spence, regardless of whether or not we’ve got a case.” jj chimed in.

“and?” he wasn’t quite sure what the point of all this was.

“do you mean to tell us the doctor actually got a decent amount of sleep last night?” derek scoffed.

“i suppose so. is that an issue?” spencer cocked his head, much like a puppy dog.

“no, it’s not an issue at all, it’s just unusual for you.” jj shared a look with morgan, who stood up from his chair to saunter over to the doctor’s desk.

“so who’s the lucky girl, pretty boy?” he grinned.

the heat instantaneously rose to spencer’s cheeks at his words. “wh-what? what girl? i have no clue what you’re talking about!”

“come on, spence, you don’t expect us to realize the way you walked into work with a grin on your face? that hardly ever happens before you’ve gotten any caffeine in you, which - if you’ll remember correctly - you didn’t even have this morning.” jj grinned at the blushing boy.

“come on, that’s no fair! you guys know we’re not supposed to profile each other!” he practically whined, crossing his arms over his chest.

“ooh, who’s profiling who?” penelope said as she scurried towards the trio. “woah - boy wonder you are glowing. what are you hiding from me?”

before he could stop him from answering, derek spoke. “we think pretty ricky’s got a girlfriend.”

a sudden expression of pure joy made its way onto the analyst’s face as a smile lit up her face. “please, please tell me he’s right!”

spencer weighed his options carefully. the two of you were relatively new, and he didn’t want to spoil anything by telling his friends about you so soon. but on the other hand, every time he’d brought them up, you’d mentioned how much you’d love to meet them all one day. so he figured, what would be the harm in telling them?

“yeah. i do have one. a girlfriend, that is.” he spoke awkwardly.

penelope practically squealed as she pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. “i’m so happy for you! but spencer reid, how could you hide this from us? but i need to know absolutely every last detail!”

the way she flipped from excitedness to borderline anger left spencer feeling a little frazzled, but nonetheless happy to share. “her name is y/n, and she works in the bookstore downtown. that’s actually where we met.”

“y/n reid really has a ring to it, doesn’t it?” penelope exclaimed, clasping her hands together.

derek noticed how flustered spencer was becoming with all the sudden attention on both him and his love life and opted to pull her back slightly. “alright, let’s reign it in, babygirl. he only just mentioned her, i’m sure they’re not getting hitched any time soon.”

he sent derek a thankful look before continuing. “we’ve only been dating for a month now, i don’t think either of us are ready for that yet,” he laughed nervously.

“what’s she like?” jj asked, perching on the edge of his desk.

“i can’t even - i don’t even have the words to articulate how wonderful she is,” spencer sighed dreamily. “she’s just so kind and loving and funny and so, so beautiful.”

morgan and jj exchanged a knowing look, while penelope looked like a child who had finally gotten the pony she kept asking for.

“y/n’s one lucky girl,” she grinned a toothy grin. “speaking of y/n, when might the lucky lady like to meet us? please tell me she wants to meet us.”

“she actually really wants to meet you guys, she-“ spencer was cut off as garcia whisked him away to arrange a date with the whole team.

before she could get too far, morgan grabbed him by the arm. “seriously kid, i’m happy for you. she seems like she makes you really happy.”

spencer could only offer a quick ‘thanks’ in response before garcia dragged him all the way to her cave to plan.

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“you’re home!” spencer heard you shout as he stepped past the door. he braced for impact as you practically launched yourself into his arms. “how was your day, baby?”

he smiled, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead as you pulled away. “it was good, just a paperwork day, but i didn’t get much done - except for one thing.”

“and what was that?” you quirked a brow at his odd statement.

“i might’ve told the team about us,” he grew slightly panicked as he noticed the shocked expression on your face. “i-i hope that’s okay with you. i know i didn’t ask, but i-“

you took his hands in yours, gently thumbing over his knuckles. “it’s fine by me, i just wasn’t sure if you were comfortable with it, spence.”

his heart skipped a beat at your thoughtfulness, pressing a kiss to your hands. “i don’t know, i guess in that moment, any doubt in my mind went away. n-not that there was any to begin with!”

you stepped up to place a chaste kiss to his lips, silencing his clarifications. “it’s okay, i think it’s sweet. so, what’d they say?”

“they were really happy for me, and i think garcia nearly burst a blood vessel when i told her.” the two of you giggled. “they kept saying how lucky you were, but i couldn’t help but think that i’m the lucky one.”

“oh they’re absolutely right there. i am the lucky one. how else could i have ended up with such a catch like you?” you smirked at the growing blush on your boyfriend’s cheeks.

“after i told them about you, garcia dragged me away to go plan a date for you to meet them, a-and i told her this friday would be fine, so i hope that’s okay with you.” spencer admitted, looking down at you hopefully.

“spence? are you kidding?” you beamed, clasping your hands together in excitement. “i can hardly wait!” you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for your lips to meet.

his hand came up to cup your cheek, thumbing softly over your cheekbone as he smiled into the kiss. when you finally pulled away, you motioned for him to follow you into the kitchen for dinner.

as you practically skipped away, all spencer could think about was how incredibly thrilled he was to have met you. he wondered if maybe his teammates were right: you were both the lucky ones.

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i LOVE how this turn out and i put a lot of thought into this and actually had some friends read over it before i posted it so i hope u guys love it too 😊

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Wouldn’t It Be Nice • R.L

(Gif not mine)

Request: maybe a blurb where the reader is dating Remus and one day, they randomly decide to miss classes and go on a date instead. maybe a walk, so it’s super simple but they talk about their life - their future and that makes it romantic. basically a fluff. lkshda I don’t know I just want him to hold my hand and kiss my forehead. Love your writing! — anon and hii, you asked for more remus requests and as a remus simp i just had to comply. i'd love to see more one shots that show both sides of remus: the softy, cuddly boy and the sassy, snarky comments king. so maybe have a moment where he's being cute with the reader and the immediate other they're sassing each other off and that's just how their relationship works :) — @moonysimpp

Summary: You skip a class and plan a wedding

Warnings: brief weed mention, skipping class, a little suggestiveness?, talks about marriage, no mention of Voldy/the war

Word Count: 1.4k

A.N: At first, I wasn’t going to combine these two requests...but I made Remus both snarky and soft so I thought why not? I hope that’s ok with the two of you, I feel like it just worked out well this way. As always, let me know what you think and love you all ❤️

Title: The Beach Boys - Wouldn’t it be Nice (I just got this vibe immediately after reading the request)

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“Have I gone completely mental, or is the Remus John Lupin actually asking me to skive off History of Magic?”

Remus stands across from you, leaning his shoulder against a stone pillar, red and gold tie prim and proper, hands buried deep in the pockets of his slacks. His eyes lazily roll at your theatrical gasp.

“And in our N.E.W.T. year!” You continue, dramatically clutching your chest. “What a naughty boy you are, Lupin. Can’t believe Minnie ever made you a Prefect!”

He raises an eyebrow at you, the right one, with the white jagged scar cutting it in half like a bolt of lightning.

“Are you done yet, love?” He casually asks, amused by your antics.

“Am I done?” You repeat, shocked. “My bad influence of a boyfriend is trying to get me to play truant!”

He snorts at your claim knowing full well you and Sirius skipped Herbology yesterday to get high behind Hagrid’s hut. No one was a bad influence on you except yourself, and everybody knew it.

“C’mon, Lily’ll take notes for us.” Remus takes a hand out of his pocket and rubs the back of his neck. The very simple and casual action has your heart fluttering.

“Oh, yeah.” The red head beside you scoffs. “‘Lily’ll take notes for us.’” She mocks in a lower voice to imitate Remus’. “Y’know, as Head Girl, I should be taking points away from you, Remus.”

“That’s rich comin’ from you, Lily.” Remus chuckles, reluctantly dragging his body away from the wall and closer to the two of you. He brings his index finger to the bottom of his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Who was it again that let you off when you and James got caught in the Prefect’s bathroom—“

Your friend’s face gets drenched in deep red embarrassment. Her eyes grow as wide as dinner plates. “We agreed to never speak of that, Remus.” Lily’s voice is deadly serious as she interrupts his thought.

Everybody in the entire castle and their pets knew all about how Remus walked in on something happening between James and Lily in the Prefect’s bathroom in December, but nobody except the three of them knew the exact story. It was considered major drama in the castle and even after months, people are still whispering about it.

He smirks at her bright and flustered face before turning his triumphant gaze onto you.

“So, you joinin’ me, love?” Remus asks, his hand outstretched towards you.

You always had trouble saying no to Remus Lupin.

“Hm, spend time with my boyfriend or be put to sleep by Binns’ awful monotone lecture? What a hard choice.” You snark before immediately grabbing at his hand and interlacing your fingers.

“Thought so, love.” Remus cockily voices, still smirking.

Remus’ lips briefly connect to your hairline in a kiss before he starts pulling you outside.

You barely have enough time to call out a goodbye to your friend before you’re scampering to keep up with Remus and his extremely long legs.

The air is cool against your skin, when you first step out onto the grounds. It’s crisp and clear and it beats sticking around in the musty castle. Students with all different colored robes dart around you, trying to make it to their classes in time.

“So what do you have planned for us on this fine day, Rem?” You ask, sauntering down the green rolling hills, occasionally purposefully bumping into his shoulder.

“Ah, I don’t have anything planned exactly.” He admits, thumb stroking your hand as the two of you pass Hagrid’s hut. “Just wanted to be with you. And not go to class, of course.”

“Wanted to get me alone, hm?” You tease, swatting lightly at his shoulder.

You can practically hear his eyes roll around in his sockets, something he does frequently since he has to deal with both you and his four other best friends. You don’t think there’s been a day since first year when his eyes haven’t made their rounds.

“You’re positively obnoxious, y’know that?”

You’re stepping over the plants and underbrush making up the tree line of the Forbidden Forest, trying not to get your foot submerged in mud.

“Yeah, but you love me.” You tell him, trying to balance on a fallen tree branch.

“Eh...” Remus shrugs, watching you maneuver around a twisting vine.

You narrow your eyes and stick your tongue out at him as a response.

He takes you to the spot Kettleburn usually lets his Hippogriffs roam around between lessons, a large clearing with some boulders and tree stumps to sit on.

The Forbidden Forest is beautiful in the soft May sunlight.

The leaves are lush and green, alive with various creatures noisily chatting away with each other. You hear the faint trampling and pounding of hooves off in the distance. Sweet scents of spring flowers drift through the breeze, relaxing your tense muscles.

The Forbidden Forest is even more beautiful when you’re supposed to be listening to the ghostly form of Professor Binns drone on and on about the Gargoyle Strike of 1911 in a stuffy old classroom.

Your back leans up against the rough bark of the nearest tree. It digs into your back and probably dirties your robes but you find that you don’t mind at all.

Eyelids flutter shut and you inhale the cool air deeply to ease your mind. The rustle of leaves from the gentle breeze and the chirping of surrounding creatures fills you with a sense of comfort.

Slowly, you open your eyes to see Remus sitting on a large dark boulder, gazing at you intently.

“Do you think Dumbledore would let us get married here?” You ask dreamily, observing the pale yellow sunlight filtering through the leaves.

Even from this distance, you can tell Remus’ body goes rigid.

“M-married?” He sputters meekly. “Is this a proposal? Are you proposing to me right now?”

Remus jumps from his seat, robes billowing behind him as he anxiously strides towards your spot.

“Do you want it to be a proposal?” You cock your head to the side.

“No!” He shouts, eyes wide. “I mean—fuck!” Remus continues to sputter, ears glowing pink.

You laugh at his fluster. “Relax, Remus, I know what you meant.”

“Oh thank Godric.” Remus huffs out a laugh before pressing his own back to the tree next to yours. “Just give me a few years and I’ll buy you a ring, love.”

“Well now I’m just excited.” You giggle, admiring how he’s carefully turning his head to survey the clearing.

The pale jagged lines of his scars dully glimmer in the rays of sunshine that make their way through the treetops. It’s almost angelic.

“It would be nice to get married here, wouldn’t it?” You hear him murmur, more to himself, you suspect.

“Just how many wizards you reckon been married in the Forbidden Forest?” You chuckle. “Darling, I think we’re obligated to be the first.”

Remus shakes his head fondly at the notion. His head lulls back to face you, eyebrow raised.

“Oi, you don’t need to convince me. Dumbledore’s the one you ought to ask.”

“Ah, he’s a softy.” You wave away his thought. “We’ll be fine.”

Remus raises his arms like he was presenting the wild and untamed forest behind him. “I don’t know love, it is called the Forbidden Forest.”

You shrug. “Well maybe they’ll rename it.”

“Oh yeah? To what?” Remus snorts, running a hand through his sandy curls.

You smile, making a grand gesture with your arms. “The Forbidden Unless You’re Remus and (Y/n) Lupin Forest.”

“Y’know what?” Remus smirks, kicking off of the tree. “I like the name change.”

“Oh yeah?” You raise an eyebrow as he ambled closer to your position.

“I particularly enjoy the (Y/n) Lupin part.” He places his hands on either side of your head, foreheads almost touching.

You hum in response, eyes gazing into his own honey brown ones. His eyes flick down to your lips before pressing his own to the top of your forehead.

Warmth spreads from where his lips connect with your skin, a smile instinctively growing across your face.

“Remus and (Y/n) Lupin.” He muses as he pulls away.

“Now that I think about it...” Your index finger taps against your lips in thought. “(Y/n) and Remus Lupin rolls off the tongue a bit better.”

“Whatever you say, love.” He happily sighs.

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“Kittens, They Love To Enslave Us”

prompt sent by @shadowsremedy​ : “ yoongi + sfw please haha + something cute!” - thank you so much for sending me a prompt gray!! i hope this does some justice! on a side note, i do feel terribly handicapped when things are fluffy and cute ;_;

find out how to send me prompts on the post here!

➺ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

➺ Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship!AU

➺ Rating: PG

➺ Word Count: 1.1k

➺ Warnings: None

“But he is looking at me.”

“Y/N, they’re all looking at you. People walking outside are staring at you. You’re like a wild Beyblade in a ring, spinning from one kitten to another. Just pick one.”

To a third person, Yoongi’s comment would sound like an annoyed grouse. His half-mumbled words, paired with the lazy cadence of his tone; it’s a reasonable assumption.

But you know better.

The way he is admiring you as you pout in confusion tells you most of it. There is a light mocking in his speech, a lilt of levity, something you are able to pick up on due to your years of togetherness. He’s not miffed; merely amused at your inability to choose from the deluge of furry babies lined in front of you. 

“I can’t just leave him,” you’re trying hard to push out the one wild voice in your head browbeating you to empty your savings to become the crazy cat collector of your street, “his eyes are - LOOK AT HIM - they’re calling me!”. The youngling in question, seated on a bright, puffy cushion tilts his head, in expected confusion, probably wondering why this eccentric specimen is almost on their knees, wailing in his direction. You groan out loud, sitting cross-legged on the floor, stuffing your face into your hands in the hopes of an answer in the lineament of your palms. 

The only sound populating the air around you is the mirthful snickers of the highly entertained boyfriend of yours. “You know, you don’t have to make a decision today.” 

You vehemently deny the option, your shaking head hurling your hair side to side, accentuating your opinion. “But you’re not free any other day!”. You and Yoongi had decided to adopt, so it is rightful of him to be present while making the decision. You didn’t want to have that privilege to yourself, although with the passage of time your wishy-washy nature feels like a handicap - all the more reason to want Yoongi there.

With your head still in the sanctuary of your palms, you reason out with yourself. You know you’re being dramatic - you’d like to think you’re reasonably self-aware. But it’s not the sole idea of getting a pet that’s causing you worry. 

This might be the first big step in your relationship with Yoongi, after moving in with him. And you don’t want anything to sabotage what you consider a smooth-sailing. Adding a variable to your equation might rock the ship you’ve steadied for all these years, the variable being a cup-size blob of hair with glimmering buttons for eyes. You’d like to think you and Yoongi have weathered quite a few vicissitudes, by placing your trusts in your partner’s hands. Getting a pet isn’t the end of the world, but the domino effect it could possibly have is affecting your decision-making skills. 

Your head hasn’t left the sanctuary of your palms when you feel Yoongi’s fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging them towards him to have you meet his eye. 

If there’s one thing about Yoongi, it’s that his eyes do a lot more talking than his lips. The gaze he’s giving is gushing with love, the soft apples of his cheeks plumped up into rosy globes as he simpers at you, just for being you. His eyes, brown and lax under the mellow late-afternoon rays flooding through the window, pacify you, quell the turmoil that runs in your brain, and offer the reassurance that you need. Under Yoongi’s loving gaze, you feel a metaphorical fuzzy blanket wrapped around, instantly putting you to comfort. 

You’re going to be all right. One cat can’t sabotage a relationship as durable as yours, and if it does, it wasn’t durable enough to begin with. 

From a corner, the agent walks in, papers for the adoption rustling in her hand. “Were you able to decide?” She’s startled by the position she finds you both in, you in an unflattering cross-legged pose, with Yoongi kneeled beside you. But as usual, Yoongi’s calm and tranquil demeanor sets her at ease. “I have the papers ready, so we can start whenever you want.”

“We’ll probably come back later.” Yoongi opines, understandably so, but you’ve made up your mind.

“Yoongi, no we ca-”

In a flash, a black ball of fur rolls in out of nowhere and lands on your lap, soft bean-paws pressing into the flesh of your thighs as it stomps around for the sweet spot. Turning to Yoongi, this young, fledgling kitty gives out, what is its own mind, probably the loudest, most intimidating roar in the world of felines. 

The soft, elongated meow that actually leaves the kitten traps your heart in its cage, and even catches Yoongi by surprise. A defensive stance, the little one throws its best threatening glare at him, in presumably an attempt to guard you. Yoongi clutches his heart at the dramatism, and the agent is chuckling in awe of the runt’s behavior.

“Minnie!”, she coos to the munchkin backing up on your thighs, “You can’t just climb people, you clingy baby.”. The addressed one haughtily side-eyes her, as if to say ‘watch me’, and settles into your lap comfortably, with no intention to move visible. 

“I’m so sorry. She’s usually not like this,” The agent moves to rid you of the furball, “usually it takes a lot to have her get along with people. She’s very feral, but,” pausing to look at the both of you, she chimes “she seems to like you two!”

“Well, she sure does like Y/N.” Yoongi extends his hand to cup the kitten’s face, whiskers tickling the side of his palm as he tries to get on her good side. A soft, low purr tells you all that his peace offering had been accepted. It makes Yoongi grin, his gummy smile brightening up the whole room better than any ray of sunshine. 

The agent, looking over the whole interaction, affectionately quips “Well, you may not be able to choose one, but she seems to has chosen you!” You’re still looking at him. In your core, you have decided to take her home. Yoongi, admiring the kitten’s sparkling blue eyes, raises his gaze to meet yours, and at that moment you know; she is the one.

Cruising through the paperwork, Minnie had decided to give Yoongi’s lap a try. Now, her head is resting on his acid-washed jeans, and if it were possible, you’d have hearts for eyes observing this scene. Your constant, Yoongi, the one always by your side, and your new source of joy, Minnie. Having them, you don’t need anything else. 

“Ah,” you sigh, as Yoongi finishes signing the last page of the document, “kittens, they just love to enslave you.” You can already envision the amassment of toys you’re gonna bring in for this one small being, just to keep her happy and fulfilled. 

“Hmmn, yeah.” Yoongi hums in reply, but something about the way he’s smiling at you tells you he’s not just referring to the floofball in his arms. 

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One Summer In Paris ~A Small White Lie~ JJK

WORD COUNT: 3.9 K 

GENRE: Fluffy, romance, ex-lovers to lovers, 

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

DESCRIPTION: Jeon Jungkook had always loved Paris with its amazing views, incredible museums and the small Bookshop right across from the Effiel Tower. It was were he spent a lot of his summer breaks as a kid so he loved it well into his adulthood. There was one bookshop he rented a room in the summer that changed his life. It was a place where he felt happy and at peace whenever he had the chance to stay there. Where he fell in love for the first time and had his first heartbreak, a lot of firsts for him were in Paris. But what happens when he goes back to the same book shop four years later and finds the love of his life in the arms of another with a daughter who looks suspiciously like him…

THEMES: Single Parent, Jungkook x Fem!Reader, self insert, Smut will be included in a later chapter [Italics - Flashback]

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The rain was hammering down on the streets as you tried to make a decision about running out there or to stay under the small umbrella above the shop you'd just come out of, it was supposed to be summer but the rain made it seem as though it was in the middle of winter and a storm had hit. You knew sometimes thunderstorms hit whenever it got too hot but you never expected a downpour like this, you were soaked from head to toe after walking out in the rain for only a couple of seconds.

"Miss, we're locking up." You nodded taking your handbag and placing it over your head in an attempt to stop yourself from getting wetter and you began to try your luck at running to the bookshop you were living above for the Summer. Some summer this was turning out to be though, it had done nothing but rain today despite the forecast being nothing but sunshine and clear skies. Your phone had once again lied to you. Your only day off so far and it was being ruined by the rain, your new outfit was also ruined thanks to drivers splashing puddles up you. 

As you ran by the riverside you noticed all of the couples sharing an umbrella together, coming to the city of love alone was something you'd wanted to do since you were a kid but seeing people like this made you feel lonely. Until you realised how cold and wet they must have been, then you thought about how stupid it was to just be standing out in the rain like nothing was happening. 

Your legs felt like they were on fire at the rate you were running but you still weren't any closer to the bookshop, you'd spent your day off from work exploring the city alone trying to get used to your surroundings but now you'd wished you'd just stayed at home instead, curled up in bed with a warm cup of hot chocolate and one of the many books that you had to choose from. One of the many joys of working in a business where your passion and hobby came into one space and made it feel more like a pleasure than a job. Thunder sounds and you groaned jumping over a puddle and sprinting to hide under an umbrella at a new shop, you checked inside your bag to see everything was practically ruined, the book you'd brought with you to keep your occupied while you had lunch under the Effiel tower was drenched. In fact, the only things that weren't ruined were your phone, a couple of presents you'd gotten for your friends and a fridge magnet you'd gotten for yourself. You'd made a small promise to collect small fridge magnets over your time there, something your friends had done whenever they travelled somewhere new.

"Shit," You hissed realising the time, it was starting to get really, really late and you knew that the shop owner wanted you to be there when the next lodger would turn up to take the apartment above yours in the shop. Grace was kind but when it came to being late and tardiness she drew a line. Sighing as you looked at the sky, it didn't look like it was going to let up any time soon so you just began sprinting towards the shop so you wouldn't be too late. 

The shop lights were still on so you began heading towards the door praying that Grace wasn't going to be too mad at you for being late. You were about to head through the door when you crashed into someone knocking your bag behind you and sending their suitcase against the floor, flying open with the contents spilling out. 

"I'm so sorry! It- I wasn't paying attention." You rushed out as you began handing the boy bits of his clothing as you found them on the floor, he chuckled shaking his head and promising you that it had been his fault. He wasn't paying attention to what he was doing either, he was trying to figure out if he was in the right place.

"I wasn't watching what I was doing, I was wondering how to get inside." Your hands touched as you handed him a silk black shirt, your eyes travelled up his tattooed hands and up to his eyes, even though he was drenched in rainwater he still looked amazing. Your heart was thumping against your chest as you stared at him studying his facial features for longer than you probably should have but he was handsome, his jawline was sharp and yet he had such a round face. He had long black hair that was swept back into a half up and half down man bun that was sticking to his forehead thanks to the rain. He took a second to look back at you, noticing the way your hair was sticking to your shirt and face, how your eyes seemed to be lighting up even in the dark gloomy weather. 

"You two will catch a cold! Inside!" You both began rushing to your feet scrambling to get inside of the bookshop, your boss - Grace - hit you around the back of the head with a thick book. 

"I told you to be home hours ago, Y/n meet Jungkook. He'll live above you for the rest of the summer." Jungkook? Even his name sounded amazing to you. It was strange that even a name, something so simple could still sound so good. 

"It's nice to meet you Jungkook, will you be helping out in the shop also?" You questioned as you took the book from your bag and went to place it over on the space heater that was behind the counter of the shop. It got cold inside of the shop despite it being summer so the space heater was constantly on behind the counter, keeping you or the other workers warm.

"No, I'm just here to look around the city, I have some time to myself." You nodded at him and Grace began to scold you for not offering him a drink yet. She'd taught you to be a great hostess and yet here you were, not putting those lessons to good use. 

"I'll show you to your room, I get up the stairs easier." You laughed softly as you playfully teased Grace, you took his bag for him and showing him the way to the back of the shop and how he would get in and out of his apartment. 

"I'll give you a key so you can get in and out easier, there's no shutter for the door so just make sure you lock it or who knows what I'll wake up to one morning." He nodded along to everything you were saying as he followed behind you up the three flights of stairs. The first flight was heading down, the next lead up to what he assumed was your floor and the last one was his. 

"Your room is on the top floor, you have a balcony with one of the most astonishing views of the river and the Effiel Tower." You pushed the door open and his mouth almost fell to the floor as he saw everything inside, the apartment was plain but it was beautiful. Something he wasn't used to, the places he stayed were normally extravagant and overdone but this was just perfect. The furniture was all a cream colour and the walls were a soft cream and soft brown wallpaper, it was a nice place to call home for the summer. 

"It's not much but it's just enough to call home for the summer," His heart skipped as you said exactly what he'd been thinking, from the moment he'd seen you outside the shop he felt as though alarm bells were going off in his head. You weren't screaming and crying at him so it meant you had no idea who he was, you had a beautiful smile that seemed to make his heart jump whenever you did it. You lifted a small silver key from around your neck and he watched you strolling over to the double doors beside his bed. 

"It's not quite the weather tonight but you can sleep with the doors open and you'll wake up to a nice sound of birds and the local guitarist playing just down the street." He wondered how many times you'd done that, slept in this room just so you could wake up to that. It did sound like one of the most peaceful things in the world he smiled looking at the view through the rain stained windows. Even now, covered in rain and dark clouds the Effiel Tower looked breathtaking and as cheesy as it would sound to anyone else. The view outside was nothing in comparison to you, Jungkook felt as though he would look at you all day.

"I have a fireplace downstairs in my apartment if you'd like to come and get some hot chocolate." You weren't doing this just because he was good looking but you had knocked him over in the rain and wanted to make up for it. He was still drenched in water and the first place in his apartment was blocked off so that yours could run with ease. 

"Sure, I'll just get changed and then I'll meet you down there." You handed him all of the keys he would be needing for the apartment and went down to your room to give everything a quick clean not wanting to look like a slob in front of someone like him. Holding your hands over your chest you tried to slow down your heart as you thought of him, thought of the way he looked, spoke and smiled.

"Y/n is she mine..." The question was repeated to you, you swallowed the lump in your throat as you looked up at him. Hand laid out on the counter, they were starting to hurt with how hard you were gripping the marble countertop but you nodded your head at him. He had every right to know now that he was back.

"Y-Yes she's yours." Jungkook's heart raced as he looked over at the staircase, Grace was walking down holding up a pair of Minnie mouse ears that seemed to sparkle in the lighting of the shop. 

"She's waiting for you." You nodded at Grace as she kissed your cheek, putting the pair of ears onto your head and stared at Jungkook as she walked out of the bookshop, 

"She doesn't remember me?" You shrugged your shoulders in answer to his question,

"It's been four years, she sees a lot of people in the shop." You mumbled playing with the sleeves of your thin jumper as he stared at you, the thought of him being there was finally starting to sink in and then you realised he was going to want to meet her. 

"Why didn't you tell me? How?" Questions were running through his head at the thought of having a daughter...Or any kind of child. He felt as though he'd missed out on a lot, which he had. His daughter must have been four years old by now, he'd missed out on four years with his own daughter.

"It wasn't like I could contact you Jungkook. How do you think babies are made? We were active together Jungkook and it wasn’t as though we were the safest when we did." You spat out quickly and he looked down at the floor, he knew he deserved that for the way things ended between you so he shut up not wanting to start a fight right now. 

"Can I meet her?" You bit down on your lip, you'd never even told her what her real dad was like or who he was because she'd never asked questions about it before. There had been one time when she was three, she questioned why her friend had two parents and she only had one. Now you were about to drop a bombshell on a four-year-old that her father was the famous Jeon Jungkook, a singer in one of the biggest bands and the reason he was never around was because of you...You didn't even know that he was famous when you met him, you just thought he was someone who did a lot of travelling, born rich and could do what he wanted. It wasn't like you googled every person you dated or wanted to date.

"I don't know-" The thought of him randomly meeting her without a warning was worrying you but Jungkook cut you off,

"She's my daughter-"

"She's also my daughter." You snapped back at him, both of you knew that you weren't going to get anywhere with this argument so you took a deep breath, closed your eyes trying to come up with something that would make this make sense. 

"She's just a kid, she...I never told her who her dad was." He frowned at why you wouldn't just tell her that he was her dad but then he remembered who he was and what he did for a living. Telling a child that could make them tell other people and he assumed you didn't want drama starting at your door, which you didn't. It had been your whole reasoning for never looking for him again if people knew he was a father you'd never have a normal life again you'd seen the articles following Jungkook. You'd seen the stories about people the hung out with, it was terrifying to you/

"Were you ever going to tell me?" He questioned slowly as he looked up at you, your eyes were staring down at the countertop as you processed the question.

"How? Was I supposed to send you some physic message? Maybe use a magical Owl?" Your daughter slowly came down the stairs as she heard you yelling and she poked her head around the door watching you and Jungkook interact, she stared at the man wondering who he was and why you were fighting. She hated it when you yelled loudly since it never really happened that often.

"Mum? Is everything okay? Want me to call David?" You shook your head getting down onto your knees and motioning for her to come over to you. It was now or never. 

"Darling come here, I want you to meet someone." She rushed over to you still dressed as Cinderella and she jumped up into your arms wrapping her tiny arms around your neck. You slowly turned her around setting her on top of the counter and turning her to see Jungkook. He began tearing up as he looked at her, the longer he stared the more similarities he saw in her that he had and it made him cry at the thought of missing the first four years of her life. You could tell by the look on his face you'd made a mistake by hiding her from him but there was nothing you could have done. He had his life and you had yours. Both drastically different from one another.

"Please don't cry Mr, I know books are boring but my mum can make them exciting." He chuckled wiping his face on a tissue she was giving to him from beside and you sighed knowing that you had to tell her, 

"Baby, do you remember when you asked me why your friend had two parents, and you only had one?" She nodded looking up as if she was searching the air for the answer, it made you smiled softly at her as she thought back on what you had said to her that day.

"You told me daddy was away and I would know about him when the time was right." You nodded at her, tucking hair behind her ear as you swallowed the lump in your throat. Jungkook looked at you tearing up this time, you'd never thought the day would come, never in a million years had you thought he'd come back here and that you would have to be the one to explain this to her.

"Areum this is your dad, Jungkook this is Areum..." You waited to see what she was thinking of all this,

"You don't have to call me dad though...Not if you're not comfortable with it. I'm Jungkook." She stared at him tilting her head to the side as he held out his hand for her to shake, 

"My dad?" You and Jungkook nodded in unison waiting for her to say or do something, she just turned to you and then back to Jungkook in silence. Studying him as she stood up on the counter and walked over to him, she touched his hair. 

"Your hair is long." He nodded, it was longer than the first time he'd come to Paris. Now you could probably put it into two little buns on either side of his head, or maybe in a small ponytail. 

"It is." He laughed softly, she turned her finger at him, 

"Turn." He did as she said and she kept an eye on him, she'd learnt from movies and shows what she thought a dad was supposed to be and she nodded at him. 

"Are you sure?" She questioned you sarcastically, she'd been watching too much television, you shook your head at her and picked her up blowing on her shoulder making her scream out as it tickled her. You placed her down onto the floor tapping her arms softly. 

"Go and change for bed, it's late." Jungkook watched her as she came over to him and hugged his leg tightly, all she'd ever wished for was for a dad and now to her, it was finally coming true.

"Goodnight Jungkook." She whispered squeezing him tightly once more before rushing towards the staircase as you told her you'd be up to read to her soon. Jungkook's mind went back to the name that Areum had mentioned when she first came down the stairs, 

"Who's David?" You froze as the name came from Jungkook's lips, the way he questioned it made you feel like you'd been caught cheating but you and Jungkook hadn't been together in years but it didn't explain the guilty feeling you had hanging over your chest. The guilt rushed through you as you thought about moving on from Jungkook and him not doing the same. It had taken you a while to convince yourself to finally start dating again, four years in fact. 

"My boyfriend-"

"Is he close with Areum?" He cut you off quickly as soon as he heard the word boyfriend leave your lips. You stared at him as you began putting books away to keep your hands busy, you wanted nothing more than to smack Jungkook over the head for coming here and asking so many questions like this as if he had any ground to stand on. 

"He's been here for about three months but he's close with her-"

"Where did you meet him? Is he just some creep you met in the middle of Paris? Is he safe to be around my daughter?" You slammed a book down onto the shelf and he stopped questioning you. He just stared at you as you paced back over to him rubbing your temples as though he was stressing you out, which he was. 

"Is this what it's going to be like because you're here now?" He frowned at what you meant not following along with what you were asking him. 

"I just want to know if he's good to be around my daughter-"

"You don't get to decide if he's good enough, you know what...How do I know you're good enough to be around her? How do I know you won't just run off again?" He looked down at the floor and shook his head it wasn't like he had a choice last time. He had to leave before, his break was up and he had no choice but to leave you and Paris. 

"I'm staying around, I want to know my daughter, I want my daughter to know me." He looked at you and you bit down on your lip feeling guilty for throwing that in his face. You knew deep down that he didn't have an option to stay last time that he had to leave. 

"David is a good guy, he's good with Areum that's all you need to know." He nodded at you calmly, telling you that he wanted to meet him before David got to spend any more time with his daughter. Jungkook at least wanted to get to know the man that had been helping look after his daughter. 

"I don't think you're in a place to decide if he gets to see her or not Jungkook...He's been around longer than you have-"

"Because I didn't know she existed...Don't throw that one in my face Y/n." You knew it was harsh of you to use against him so you nodded your head, agreeing to let him meet David in the future but not yet.

"Can I come to see Areum tomorrow?" You nodded at him again, 

"It's Saturday so she'll be free from everything. She normally helps me around the shop so it'll be nice for her to get out of that." You watched him as he walked towards the door of the shop getting ready to leave again. It brought back that sinking feeling of never seeing him again, 

"Jungkook," You called out, right as his hand touched the door handle he turned to look at you and at the moment it was like looking at him for the first time. The way he stared at you, the way his eyes looked, it sent shivers rushing down your spine. You noticed he had more tattoos than the first time you saw him and you wondered if he'd covered up the one you'd given to him. 

"Yeah?" He called out when you didn't respond to him just looking at you, you shook your head to get rid of the daydream you were having and you smiled weakly at him, 

"Did you rent the room out for the summer?" He nodded his head as he thought about the place above yours. 

"I wanted to stay somewhere familiar to me, have you been up there since the last time?" You shook your head even if it was a lie, you spent the first few weeks of him being gone up there. You'd smashed most of everything up and replaced it when you calmed down. The whole place felt wrong after he left, you hated that he'd left almost everything behind. The guitar you'd gotten him at the boot fair one time, photos of you together drawn by a man by the river. Everything was broken and trashed since you never wanted to see him again. 

"No." You told a small white lie, he nodded and pulled the door open walking out into the street and making his way back to his hotel room as he thought about everything going. A week ago he had no idea his daughter even existed and now he was wondering what his life was going to be like now, how he was going to tell the boys. If he even wanted to tell the boys but he knew deep down inside himself that he had to let someone know. 

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Christmas Magic 5

Here it is! Only a month late lol. Thank you for being so patient with me, enjoy!

Jingle Bell Rock flows throughout the mall for the umpteenth time in the hour and a half that Harry and y/n have been there. She's still a bit sniffly from her cold, the congestion often giving her headaches but she's fairly certain that the pounding in the back of her skull is the result of Christmas shopping.

"Do ya think she'd rather have a Goofy in her stocking or a Minnie?"

Harry's holding both plushies in his hands, eyebrows knitted in deep thought and she's tempted to laugh from how seriously Harry's taking shopping duty. He'd picked out his gift for Ophelia easily, deciding she'd absolutely love a pair of roller skates and some new clothes from him. It was almost magical watching him easily navigate Toys R Us and pick out the gift, no hesitation about whether it's the right gift or not. He just knew. But now, now that he's shopping as Santa and not as dad, every little item is debated.

"Oh God, maybe she'd prefer Pluto?"

Y/n does laugh this time when he turns back to the wall of stuffed animals in the Disney store, more fear in his eyes than she thinks belongs in the eyes of someone with a medical degree. Harry whips around at her giggle, nose scrunching in annoyance. "What's so funny?"

Adjusting her purse on her shoulder, she moves closer and takes the toys out of his hands. "She's your daughter Harry. You know everything about her, including which character she'd love most." Harry huffs as she puts the toys back on the shelf with their clones.

"But this isn't from me, s'from-" Harry throws a quick glance over his shoulder, lowering his voice to a whisper, "Santa and he doesn't know her like I do."

Defeated, Harry turns to face her and with a pout that greatly resembles his daughters, Harry hunches over to lay his cheek on y/n's shoulder and bury his nose in her neck. She wraps her arms around him, lightly scratching at his shoulder blade.

"You're thinking too much babe," she says "you know she loves Goofy." He hums, nodding just once and he breath is warm on her skin when he whispers, "but she's already got a Goofy."

Ophelia wouldn't mind another Goofy, y/n knows that, but she decides to just stay quiet and endure a long day of shopping with Harry. After all, this is for his daughter and she'd do anything for him and his baby.

~

"Hello?"

Harry squishes his phone between his ear and shoulder, folding a pink pair of pajama pants and tucking them into Ophelia's flower printed suitcase.

"Hey there," Gemma greets, "m'leaving the house now so I'll be there for my little one soon."

Through the phone he can hear the sound of Gemma's car starting, the engine humming lowly. Tucking an extra pair of underwear and socks into her bag, he gasps. "Your little one? I think you mean my little one!"

He zips up her suitcase, now gripping his phone in his left hand and then setting the bag upright on the carpet. "Well tonight she's my little one."

Ophelia laughs from the living room, the sound warming Harry's chest. "Suppose that's fair," he agrees "but just for tonight. I want her back tomorrow."

"Morning or noon?" Gemma asks with a sly tone, hinting towards something.

Harry's ears grow hot and he perches himself on the edge of Ophelia's bed, scratching at the back of his neck. "Depends on the nipper." He remains casual, but his mind flashes to the box of condoms now sitting under his bathroom sink, knowing they're the reason he asked Gemma for a sleepover with her niece.

"So if she wants to go home at 3 in the morning tonight-"

"You call and I'll go get her." He replies instantly. "No matter the time or what I'm doing I'll go get her."

Gemma hums. "And this girlfriend of yours..."

His heart thumps loudly. "Yeah?"

"Would she care if you had to come get Ophelia?"

Harry doesn't even have to think about it and that makes him happy beyond belief. "No. She'd probably beat me getting there if m'honest." It may be a bit of an exaggeration because God knows Harry would move mountains to get to his daughter, but he also knows that y/n would be right there with him.

"Good," she says "just wanted to make sure you weren't shagging the wrong kind of gal."

He snorts. "Don't have to worry about me."

She gasps, "so it is a shagging date!"

Harry's entire face turns hot, embarrassment prickling his skin which he thinks is odd considering he has a bloody child and everyone knows he's not a 30 year old virgin. Still, his voice cracks when he exclaims "Gemma!"

Her cackle is loud and obnoxious through the phone, obviously pleased with herself. She's never missed an opportunity to make him flustered like that so he's not surprised.

"I have good intuition." Harry says, changing the subject back to their previous topic.

His sister clicks her tongue. "That'd be more comforting if you hadn't knocked up Isabella. Bloody b-"

"Gem," he interrupts, voice stern. He knows he screwed up in college, knows Isabella used him, but she also gave him Ophelia and a part of him will always thank her for that. "S'in the past. I've grown up."

The line is a silent for a moment, followed by her defenceless sigh. "I know Harry. I'm proud of you but I just-you're my baby brother. And she may be Ophelia's mom but I'll never forgive her actions."

And he can't argue with that. Gemma has every right to feel the way she does especially because he knows it's born out of her love for her family, but he wishes she weren't so bitter about it. Bitterness makes the bones brittle, he's been told.

"Don't have to forgive her but can you forgive me at least? I have a part in this too."

She exhales, annoyed. "You don't have a part in her not being the mother Ophelia needs and you don't have a part in the way she treated you."

Harry feels like he does. He should've been tougher, stronger, better, anything to make Isabella stay in Ophelia's life. He's not going to say that to Gemma though. "Yeah," he mumbles, hating how much this phone call has brought his mood down. "I'll uh, I'll see you in a bit Gem."

"See ya Harry." Gemma says, sounding tired herself. Every time they bring up Isabella it's exhausting and they never get far in their conversation. Maybe that's why the topic is avoided. That and Harry doesn't like talking about the woman he once loved.

Mood gone sour, Harry tucks his phone into his pocket and collects Ophelia's suitcase, carrying it out to the living room.

Arthur Christmas is playing on the TV and much to Harry's amusement, y/n is laughing at it more than Ophelia. He's not even sure what's so hilarious about the movie but she's laughing so hard her shoulders have curled in and her whole body is shaking.

"Auntie Gem will be here in a moment for you Fee." Harry says, pulling his daughter's gaze from the television. He places her things by the door, turning back to the couch just in time for Ophelia to launch herself at him. Used to the terrible habit, Harry easily catches her against his chest.

"Gonna be a good girl, yeah?" He asks, tucking a wild curl behind her ear. The little one nods, eyebrows furrowed in determination. "Gonna have fun with auntie?"

"Always have fun with auntie Gem." Ophelia promises, her features easing into a smile.

"I know you do," he kisses her forehead. "Gonna miss me?" His question brings a little frown to her lips and she tucks her face into his neck when she whispers, "Gonna miss you a lot daddy but I'll see you tomorrow."

Her little reassurance makes him laugh. Sometimes she's like a bloody adult in the body of a five year old and it never fails to amuse him when she 'parents' him.

"Yeah," he swears "you will, nipper. As soon as you're ready to see me I'll be there, okay?" Ophelia nods as best she can without leaving her cozy cove in his neck. "I mean it babycakes, whenever you're ready, yeah?"

"I know daddy."

Before he can ask another overprotective question, there's a knock on the front door. Ophelia wiggles out of his arms, screaming as she bolts to the door and pulls it open. "Auntie Gem!"

"Why hello sunshine!" His older sister, stepping into the apartment and lifting Ophelia up for a cuddle. Y/n climbs off the couch, attaching to Harry's side like a lost puppy. He takes her hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly.

Ophelia's feet touch the floor again and Gemma looks up to greet Harry and y/n. He speaks first, tugging y/n closer to him.

"Gem, this is my girlfriend y/n."

Gemma's eyes look over y/n, analyzing. She always been a good judge of character and he can't help but want to jump with excitement when his sister smiles and shakes y/n's hand.

"Gemma, it's lovely to meet you." She responds, clearly pleased with the vibes she picked up from y/n. Then she turns to Harry, raising an expectant eyebrow. Smiling, Harry releases y/n's hand to wrap his arms around his sister's shoulders.

"Hiya squirt." Gemma says teasingly, reaching up to pinch Harry's cheeks. He scoffs at the nickname. Gemma's always called him that because he was always a smaller for his age. Too short and too skinny, then too short and too chubby, but somewhere around the age of 20 he evened out. Now he stands a foot taller than her and could easily throw her over his shoulder if he wanted to. But the nickname still stuck.

"Daddy my boots!" Ophelia comes barrelling into his legs, a pink snow boot clutched in each of her little hands. He crouches down in front of her, helping guide her feet into the thick shoes and lace them up. Y/n suddenly comes up behind her, carrying her puff coat. They bundle her up tight, knowing that the snow in London has been especially abundant this year.

"Arms please," she requests, Harry leaning back just in time to catch her gentle smile. Ophelia spreads her arms, allowing y/n to slip in over her shoulders. "Thanks sweets."

"Thank you y/n." Ophelia replies, waiting patiently for Harry to zip the coat. He can't help think about great of a team they are, y/n slipping a beanie over his daughter's curls as he drags the zipper up to her chin.

A perfect team, actually.

~

"This is the cringiest Christmas movie I've seen."

Y/n rolls her eyes, swallowing down the bite of chicken fajitas that Harry had cooked for dinner. He's sat next to her on the couch, mismatched-sock clad feet up on the coffee table and he's wearing an adorable-y amused expression on his face.

"That's what makes it good," she reasons "plus the knight is cute."

Harry scoffs, looking at her as if she were crazy. "That guy? Sir Cole?" he mocks in a posh accent. "His name is literally circle." She can't help but laugh, watching Harry's cheeks redden. It's obvious her comment has made him jealous and she finds it very endearing that he thinks he's got competition.

"Sorry it's not as original as Harry, your highness."

Face growing even redder, Harry shoves a bite of food in his mouth. Y/n laughs again, leaning forward to set her plate on the table. He's staring too intently at the TV, trying to ignore her as she scoots closer to him and cuddles into his chest. He doesn't move a muscle.

"Don't be a baby," she begs with a pout, peering up at him through her eyelashes. "Harry is the name of royalty. Like a king. Cole is the name of some random guy that becomes a knight. Everyone loves a king.

Harry's lips twitch, much to her delight, and then he's chuckling quietly. Finally, he rests his arm around her shoulders and tucks her into his side. "Since m'royalty I demand you wrap Christmas presents with me."

"Demand?" She scoffs.

He nods. "King's order. He's absolute shit at wrapping and Santa's supposed to be good at it. Think the princess is getting suspicious."

Y/n warms at the thought of Harry up late on Christmas Eve, cursing and mumbling as quiet as possible to not wake Ophelia, frustrated when he rips the corners of the paper or makes it too short for the gift. Luckily for him, she loves wrapping gifts.

"Well the peasant has got no say in this. Bust out the paper Styles." She agrees, pushing herself up from the couch. Harry catches her hand, tugging her back into his lap.

"Not a peasant love." He states quietly, sealing the words with a kiss to her mouth. "Could never be a peasant."

Blushing, she rises with him, following him to the bedroom to retrieve the gifts and wrapping supplies.

~

A stack of gifts with pretty bows and tags, and two cups of hot cocoa later Harry finds himself sprawled out his mattress next to y/n. She's got her left hand in front of her face, pouting at the Barbie bandaid on her pointer finger, a casualty of the Christmas season. Paper cuts are common when you can't stop giggling and admiring the pretty wrapping paper.

Laughing to himself, Harry reaches over for her hand and presses a kiss to it. "All better sweetheart. Got a dad's magic kiss."

Y/n gasps dramatically. "Oh thank you so much! I'm afraid I would've bled to death!"

"Not on my watch," he promises, rolling onto his side and draping his arm over her tummy. She tangles her fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp until he was a puddle of mush on the mattress.

"You're a good dad Harry." She whispers as if she's afraid to say the words that make Harry's veins flood with joy. "Like incredible actually."

Flustered and flattered, he smiles shyly, "Really?"

She doesn't hesitate to nod, rolling onto her side to face him as well. "I don't know how you do it but it's really admirable. I remember dad always wanted to pull his hair out with me. Seems like you and Ophelia are best friends."

It's incredible to Harry that she has no idea what those words mean to him. He remembers holding Ophelia in the hospital, a tiny pink bundle in his arms that had no idea it'd be just the two of them against the world. He remembers being terrified, wanting to throw up and move back home with his mum because he really didn't know what to do. He just wanted to be a good father for his baby girl.

"There were times when she was a baby and it felt like everything I did was wrong." He admits, "Wanted to pull my hair out too."

He knows now is the time to tell her. If he wants this to go further, to take that next step she needs to know his and Ophelia's story. That way she can decide if she wants them or not.

"I want to tell you the story of how I got Ophelia," he says, palms starting to feel a little sweaty. Y/n looks surprised but nods anyway.

"Only if you want too."

He pushes himself to sit up against the headboard, y/n following. "I do want to. If you're going to be a part of our lives you deserve to know...."

~

Isabella was the girl of his dreams. At least at the time she was. Where he was quiet and timid, she was outspoken and confident. Where he was cautious and analytical, she was reckless and carefree. Anyone who knew them, knew they were polar opposites. Beautiful blonde hair and icy blue eyes, Harry had been stuck on her since the first day he saw her. It was sort of like a movie if he's being honest. The nerdy and awkward boy falls for the older, popular girl. Never in a million years did he think he'd ever end up with her. He didn't have anything going for him. He was 23, living with his best mate and trying to become a male nurse. He wore chunky glasses, his hair was always a terrible mess of frizzy curls, and he wore the same white tee-shirt and black jeans every day. Nothing remarkable about him. Hell, he'd never even been kissed let alone slept with anyone.

And Isabella was nothing like him. She was remarkable. She was going to school to be a dermatologist, starting a bit later than him because she wanted to travel and hang out with friends before she committed to school. She never dated, though she knew everyone and everyone knew her. Harry knew she partied and drank, knew she had sex whenever she wanted to and he loved that about her. He desperately wanted the ease she had. Isabella didn't worry about school, didn't worry about love, didn't worry about her future. She was a wild spirit.

He looked up to her so much. And that's why he got attached to her so quickly. His mother always told him he has a big heart and that it'll always be unstoppable in who it wants to love. Evidently, she was right. After his first night with Isabella, an embarrassingly short first time for him, and a lesson on how to use his pretty hands to make her feel good, Harry knew she had him. Every thought he had was about her. Dreams of her in his flat, his hands in her shiny hair as she kissed every inch of his body and loved him. In his dreams, she loved him.

In real life, she just wanted to have fun with him. They slept together a few more times, enough for Harry to build up enough stamina to actually have her coming on his dick and not his tongue or fingers, but that was it. She turned down his invites to hang out, to study, and when he finally asked her on a date, she turned him down then too. And then she stopped seeing him.

Beautiful Isabella, who could never be tied down. She would never belong to anyone or anything. She would never want to. A month of heartbreak later, she showed up on his doorstep.

"I'm pregnant Harry," is what she had said, and her voice that used to hold so much allure now held contempt. She was now stuck, tied down to a child, committed to the baby and some sort of relationship with him. Exactly what she never wanted. "and I can't raise it. I don't want to raise it."

Even after how much she hurt him, he couldn't bring himself to be angry when they reached the agreement that she'd have the baby but Harry would be the caregiver. He was grateful that she let him have a say, that she didn't automatically decide to not have the child. He loved her and he'd take anything he could get from her, even if it was just her child. And that was all he got. He missed most of her pregnancy, caught up with school. And he knew a part of it was how much Isabella hated him for putting a child in her. He knew she blamed him and that's why she didn't want him around much. He hates to admit it, but he knew that she hated their baby too. He knew from the moment they saw the first ultrasound and her terms for the baby were put in place.

She doesn't want to be in its' life. No phone calls, no texts, no pictures, no claim on her birth certificate. Nothing to show that the baby was hers too. It broke his heart all over again to know that their child would never know a mother's love all because Isabella couldn't love Harry. She hated the baby because it was half him.

From the moment Ophelia was born, it was clear that she was his daughter. She already had dark hair, already developed his green eyes. Her lips took the same shape as his, and her nose was just a tad too big for her face. Just like her father. Nothing about her hinted at her being Isabella's daughter.

Harry took that as a sign. He needed to let go of his first love. If he were meant to always want her, to always have her with him, their child would've carried some semblance of her. But she didn't. It was as if the universe knew it would be just Harry and Ophelia.

Isabella left the hospital a few days later, changing her number and her school. Harry was blocked on everything, as was his family. She wanted nothing to do with them.

As for Harry, he went home to his apartment, introduced his baby to her uncle Niall, and then showed her the corner of his room that was now hers. A crib and a little dresser, squished into his already crowded room.

It was him and Ophelia against the world. He always thought that she was the only girl meant to be in his life. It would take a miracle to find a woman that wanted a dorky, single father who spent too many long hours at work.

But sometimes miracles happen.

~

Harry's skin prickles with nerves and his tongue rests heavy in his mouth. Y/n is holding his hand, her thumb tracing the cross tattooed by his as he anxiously awaits a reaction from her. The first thing that comes out of her mouth is not what he's expecting.

"You wear glasses?"

Shocked, he stutters. "Uh, y-yeah I do but that's....what?"

Y/n shrugs, frowning down at their intertwined fingers. "How come you never wear them?"

Again, Harry's shocked and a little confused. That definitely wasn't the detail he expected her to focus on but at least it's a simpler topic than the woman that abandoned his daughter. "I wear m'contacts when you're over."

She finally looks up at him, eyes wide with concern. "You're not supposed to sleep with those on! Your eyeballs could've melted!"

He can't help it. He bursts out laughing, eyes squeezing shut as his chest jolts with the joyous sound. "Sweetheart, one night every few days isn't a big deal." He says once he's finally calmed down.

"It is to me," she mumbles with a pout, slipping a leg over his thighs and pulling herself up to straddle him. "I bet you look hot with glasses."

His heart stutters, hands instinctively holding her hips. "Y-yeah?" He stutters, painfully aware of the fact that he hasn't had sex in six years and the last time he did, he was left heartbroken.

"Yeah," she assures softly, cupping the sides of his warm neck. Her hands are gentle and tender, a grounding force he didn't know he needed until now. "You always look good though."

That's a nice thing to hear after spending your whole life as the scrawny nerd that stands sort of funny because his left leg is just a bit shorter than his right. It's a pain in the ass on his back and he should find someway to alleviate that discomfort but he can't begin to think about how right now because all his blood is quickly rushing to his cock.

"Not as good as you," he replies in earnest, eyes never straying from hers. "never as good as you."

Y/n responds with her mouth on his, slipping a hand to tangle in the curls that meet the back of his neck. He hums into her lips, a current of electricity budding between them and spreading throughout his whole being. He doesn't have much experience but he swears kissing someone has never felt like this.

His fingers slip under the hem of her shirt, feeling the soft skin on her sides. As it trying to get even with him, y/n's hands move to his hips and clutch the edge of his tee-shirt, dragging it up. Harry's brain feels fuzzy and light, floating in lust as they both continue to strip each other of their clothes. By the time he's sat in just his boxers, fingers toying with the waistband of her underwear, he can't even remember how they got here. He hates himself for it, wishes he remembered every little detail, but there's time for that later.

"I've got-fuck," he smacks another kiss to her mouth before continuing. "got condoms, in the bathroom." Y/n kisses him again, reluctant to pull away but she's just as desperate as him. Harry had intended on nipping into the bathroom to retrieve the rubber but y/n is quicker, removing herself from his lap.

"Be right back!" She calls over her shoulder, panty clad bum disappearing into the restroom. Harry takes a second to ground himself, breathing smoothly as he drops a stern look to the throbbing bulge in his boxers.

"Don't embarrass me," he mutters, "know it's been awhile but it's gonna be even longer if you come in the first five minutes." Mentally praying to a higher being, Harry moves to sit on the edge of the bed just as y/n returns with the black box. His cock twitches, overwhelmed with the fact that she grabbed the whole fucking box and not just one little pack, and his hope of lasting long enough for her weakens a bit.

She retrieves a packet from the box, laying the container on the bedside table. Harry rises from the bed, hands trembling and chest fluttering. He's reaching for the band of his boxers when y/n moves to the edge of the bed, sat on her knees in front of him.

"Can I?" She asks, her own fingers gripping the last article of clothing on him. Swallowing thickly, he nods and then she's pulling them down his thighs, over his knobby knees, and dropping them to his ankles. He kicks them off, eyes locked on her reaction.

Just seeing her face, eyes dark and mouth dropped open has him frantic. He tears open the condom, fitting it over his prick and tossing the wrapper to the side. "Can I be on top?"

Y/n is already moving to lay back against the pillows, nodding. "Fuck, yes please." She breathes, gripping his shoulders when he covers her body with his. They're mouths meet in the middle while Harry slips her underwear down her thighs. It takes some awkward wiggling and kicking, but she gets them off eventually and that's all that matters.

Harry grips himself, lining his cock up with her slit. "Never done it like this," he admits quietly, lips brushing hers. Y/n wraps her legs around his hips, pulling him in closer. "was always on bottom."

"Are you okay doing it this way?"

He smiles, butterflies swarming his chest at her sweet words. "Of course I am. Wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to try it." And she kisses him again, urging him to sink into her with a tightening of her leg. Harry complies, a wheezing gasp leaving him as he slowly presses into her.

He's had sex before, obviously, and he knows how fucking good it feels, but nothing compares to the feeling of being with y/n. Maybe it's the new position or because it's been so long for him, but it feels euphoric. Like if he keeps fucking her, eventually he'll die from too much pleasure in his veins. He can't help but think it feels magical as he rocks his hips into hers, listening to y/n mewl in his ear. That's the only explanation. It has to be magic.

Magic isn't real, he reminds himself, trying to ground himself to the beautiful beneath him. She's all he should be thinking about.

And she is, because he fails to notice the snow that has suddenly started glittering past the bedroom window, shimmering more than any snow he's ever seen.

~

She's lining the roof of the gingerbread cottage with green icing, sticking gumdrops on it when Ophelia bursts into gleeful giggles. Y/n glances up from the icing bag, heart swelling to a size so large it could burst as she watches Harry and his daughter. He's got Ophelia in his lap, two large biceps wrapped around her little body to hold her squirming limbs still as Harry blows raspberries into her neck and cheek.

"Daddy!" Ophelia bubbles through laughs, "your whiskers daddy, no!"

Her words make Harry laugh loudly into his daughter's neck, eyes squeezing shut and shoulders shaking. The vibrations must tickle her even more because Ophelia's laughs grow louder and she wiggles liked a cooked noodle. A baby hand slips free, slapping at Harry's cheek and smearing crystal sprinkles across his scruff.

"I'm telling Santa you hit me!" Harry exclaims like a child tattling to a parent. Ophelia immediately freezes, eyes widening in fear as she turns in Harry's lap to face him.

"No daddy," she cries, cupping his face in her sticky hands. "please. It was an accident, I'm sorry daddy!" Y/n bites her lip to hold back her smile, watching Harry maintain his facade of hurt.

He shakes his head. "I have to. Santa has to know who goes on the naughty list."

Trembling lips place an apologetic kiss to Harry's cheek. "B-but m'not naughty! You told me I was a good girl!"

Harry finally cracks, giggling as he snuggles his anxious daughter into his chest. "Fine I won't tell," he concedes, "but you gotta give me a real kiss nipper."

Complying, Ophelia places a sweet kiss to Harry's puckered lips. He dots a few more to her face, gently tickling her with his beard before settling back into decorating. They're both working on putting buttons on the gingerbread snowman when Harry steals y/n's attention from her window decorating.

"What are ya plans for Christmas love?"

Pursing her lips, she shrugs. Her father was never big on Christmas. Of course they celebrated it, but he lives in Washington and she lives in London now, and Christmas has never been big enough to them for her to fly overseas. She typically spends the holiday picking up extra hours at work or hanging with some friends.

"Don't really have anything planned. I just go with the flow of the day." She explains.

Their eyes meet, Harry's narrowed under furrowed eyebrows. "Ya don't go with family or friends?"

"Not worth the flight honestly. My dad usually goes on fishing trips anyway and I hate fishing."

As if he can't believe her words, he shakes his head and runs a hand over his face. "Shouldn't be spending Christmas alone pet." She shrugs, used to it just being her. "Guess I'll have to drag you up North with us."

His smirk is beautiful and alluring, making her mouth ache to meet his, but that thought is buried under the alarm sounding throughout her brain. Head home with Harry?

How is she supposed to manage that?

[escape-from-reality-fics]

The Accidental Revelation ❋ E-Chan

↳ Pairing: Lee Changmin (E-Chan)/Reader

↳ Word Count: 3,739

⁙ Summary: You and Changmin go to a party to celebrate your friends recent successes. It doesn’t exactly go as planned when a secret gets revealed during a fight

⚠️ Warnings: Contains cursing, fighting, mentions of body image and a brief mention of some adult themes. Please do not read if you are triggered by any of these!

“I’m so excited!~” You can’t help but squeal, wiggling happily in the passenger seat of your boyfriend’s car. Changmin glanced over at you from his spot behind the steering wheel and chuckled, enjoying your sparkly eyed expression. 

“You haven’t seen Kenzie in a while huh? Even though her and Junseo are a thing now,” Changmin mused to himself, smoothly turning the car onto another street, getting closer and closer to your destination.

“It’s because she’s always busy! She told me the last time we spoke that she had like 20 bookings for this month alone and another 15 people wait-listed. Her business is taking off,” you praise her, feeling proud of your best friend for pursuing her dream of being a photographer. 

Changmin reaches for your hand, bringing it to his face to leave a sweet peck against your palm. You giggle to yourself, lacing your fingers with his. You turn back to stare out the window, always keen to watch the surroundings fly by in a rush of colors. Your mind was also turning, having found out some very important news just a week ago. You’d found out you’re pregnant and you had no clue how to bring it up to Changmin. This trip would be the perfect distraction from the conflict you were feeling.

Ten minutes later Changmin is pulling to a stop outside of a rustic house, something not very common in South Korea but very much beautiful. The both of you exit the car, stretching your legs from the not-so long, but traffic filled drive. Changmin comes around to your side of the car, putting an arm around your shoulders as you tilt your head back to admire his handsome face. 

“How did I manage to get the most handsome man in the world to be my boyfriend huh? I must have done some good deeds in my previous life,” you joke, watching as his mouth splits into a wide grin, leaning down to peck his lips to yours briefly. You sigh wistfully, your eyes slipping closed and feeling like your life was really complete in that moment. 

“C’mon my love, we have a party to crash,” Changmin reminds you, as your eyes peeled open, his hand pulling you along. Reaching the front door you leaned forward and knocked, also ringing the doorbell for good measure. A minute or so passed before the door swung open, revealing the figure of your best friend Kenzie. 

“AHHHHH! I’m so happy you guys could make it!” She screeched, rushing forward to tackle you into a tight hug. You loudly cackled and hugged her back, tilting her from side to side. Changmin watched the outburst with the air of someone who has seen it countless times, slipping by and heading into the house where you hear shouts of his name. 

“Come on in. Everyone else is in the living room playing Uno, but I’m pretty sure Harry-June and Sungmin are in the kitchen raiding the snacks by now. I told them they could only have some once you two arrived,” Kenzie explained, leading the way into her big house. You were well acquainted with the layout having been there times and times before but the size still always took you by surprise. 

“Well hello boys!~ Who’s winning? It better be Seongsik because I have a bet with Changmin I am NOT losing,” you laugh, watching as they all whip their heads to where you’re standing. 

“Well sad to say (Y/N) but you might be losing that bet. I’ve got the most cards,” Seongsik laughs as you crumple beside Dongil on the couch, pretend groaning in despair. Yuku laughs from where he sits a few feet away and you smile back at the ray of sunshine himself. Turning back, you watch as they continue their game, Heechan being crowned the winner. Changmin returns from the kitchen with Harry-June and Sungmin, the three of them carrying armfuls of chips and chocolates. 

“I think some people have already started eating without us. How rude,” you tease, pointing out the chocolate smears on the lips of Sungmin who blushes profusely at being caught. Him and Harry-June settle down on the floor around the coffee table, the huge L shaped couch being filled by everyone else. Changmin shoves Gwanghyun over, taking the spot on your left as the younger boy complains, squeezing closer to Seongsik. 

“So now that everyone is here, we have snacks and drinks and the games are set up, are we ready to get this party started?!” Kenzie announces, as everyone cheers, excited for what’s sure to be a fun night. 

Kenzie grabs her PS4 controllers, handing them out to whoever wins rock-paper-scissors. The winners end up being Sungmin, Junseo, Changmin and Heechan. They decide to boot up some type of shooting game, becoming immersed fairly quickly. 

“Hey (Y/N) did you want to come play Cards Against Humanity with us? Or do you wanna watch the boys play their game?” Seongsik asks, pulling out the big black box and getting it set up on the coffee table. 

“Sure but just to warn y’all I’m gonna win,” you say cockily, sliding down from your spot beside Changmin, moving to sit at the coffee table. You swipe up your cards, taking a peek at your options before smirking. 

You pass the time by playing the game, occasionally having other boys switch out to play some games on the PS4. Changmin let’s one of the younger boys take his controller, needing a break from shooting computer generated aliens. You’re in the middle of placing a card down when you feel his hands run through your hair, leaning back to further his ministrations. 

“Minnie?” You pout, staring up at him with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster, obviously wanting something. He stares back down at you, replicating your pout horribly before whining back. 

“Yes (N/N)? What can I do for you?” 

“Can you get me cake or chocolate or something? I really want something sweet all of a sudden,” you ask, barely finishing your sentence before he’s standing up and strolling to the kitchen. 

“Wow you have him whipped huh?” Gwanghyun teases from beside you, placing his card down and waiting for Harry-June to read them out. Yuku leans over to ask Sungmin what whipped means, nodding his head seriously as the older boy answers. 

“He’s not whipped! He’s just being a caring boyfriend is all,” you shove him playfully before letting out a loud whoop at winning the game. Kenzie, Gwanghyun and Heechan all sigh at their respective losses. 

“Hey I’m gonna run and grab some drinks from the garage really quick, don’t start the next game without me!” Kenzie warns, grabbing a hold of Junseo as she passes him, basically being voluntold into helping her. The boy himself looks quite smitten however, a blush painted across his cheeks as his girlfriend tugs him away. You stand up from your spot and shake out the numbness in your legs from sitting cross-legged. 

“I’m gonna go pee really fast. Be right back,” you inform Harry-June who scrunches his nose up while at your too much information moment. Yuku nods from beside him, giving you a small thumbs up as he shuffles the cards. 

Ruffling his hair you stroll to the bathroom and do what you need to do, taking a bit of time in there to freshen up and fix any stray hairs. You barely take 5 minutes in the bathroom, returning quickly to the living room but stopping in your tracks. 

On the coffee table is an empty plate, chocolate icing smears present. Kenzie is sitting barely a foot away, licking the exact same icing off a fork. For some unknown reason this fills you with annoyance. 

“What’re you eating?” You huff, coming closer to the coffee table but not sitting down quite yet. She looks up at you, eyeing the way your hands are held on your hips and your mouth set in a small frown. 

“Oh there was a piece of cake sitting here so I just took the liberty of eating it. I think it was the last piece too but I’m not too sure,” she says, reaching forward on the table to deal herself some cards, before looking back up at you. 

“Aren’t you gonna sit down and play another game?”

“I was until someone had to go and eat the cake that was mine,” you respond snootily, arms now crossed over your chest as you shifted your weight to your left hip, something that was a clear tell for you being mad. 

“Yours? (Y/N) it was literally just sitting here on the table. No one’s name was on it,” Kenzie rolled her eyes, believing it was silly to be arguing about a slice of cake. That was the final straw for you.

“Are you kidding me, Kenzie? Usually if there is food sitting somewhere and no one is near it you’d at least ask who it belongs to!” You growl angrily, jabbing a finger in her direction. The boys are starting to notice the fight building up, wearily looking between the two of you. It’s Junseo who bites the bullet and tries to calm the both of you down.

“Let’s just take a breath here. Can’t we just get (Y/N) another piece of cake? Problem solved!” Junseo says soothingly, putting himself between you both as Kenzie stands up to meet your fiery gaze. Yuku and Harry-June are nervously glancing between the two of you, not expecting their older sister figures to fight. 

“Uh that would be a problem solved if that wasn’t the last piece of chocolate cake,” Changmin whispers into the air, the tension becoming so thick it could be cut with a knife. Kenzie gently pushes Junseo to the side, stepping in front of you and giving you a fake sympathetic smile. 

“Maybe if (Y/N) didn’t feel the need to be a fatass all the time we wouldn’t be having this problem. You don’t need to eat shit all the time you know?” Kenzie hisses, pointing at the small amount of chub around your belly, something you were always insecure about. 

“Are you being fucking for real right now? I don’t eat like shit all the time. You just have to be a fucking bitch and mess with me!” You seethe, waving an arm at her. 

By this point Changmin had also stepped forward, trying and failing to pull you away from the situation. Junseo is doing the same to Kenzie but the both of you refuse to budge. You can see from the corner of your eye the worried expressions and stances of the other boys, preparing for a fight to go down.

“I will actually fucking drag you right now if you don’t shut the fuck up!” Kenzie yells, shoving your shoulder as you stumble back a bit. You steel yourself and give her a good push back, seething in anger. 

“Fucking try me, I dare you! You’re too fucking pussy!” 

“Oh really?! I’ll fucking drag you across the floor and outta this house! I don’t care that you’re pregnant!” She screams in your face, raising her hand and slapping you harshly as you reel back in shock never expecting her to use that against you as she was the only one you confided in. Everyone around you had gone quiet, expressions varying from shock to surprise. Changmin’s hand loosely wraps around your wrist and you vaguely hear a shocked whisper of the word ‘pregnant’ but you’re too far gone to care. 

“Oh it’s fucking on you hoe! I’ll drag you any day whether I’m pregnant or not!” You yell, giving her a harsh punch to the side of her jaw, grabbing her hair for good measure. She retaliates and starts clawing at you as the two of you break into a full on fist fight. 

It lasts barely more than 15 seconds before everyone is breaking the two of you up. Junseo and Seongsik drag Kenzie away, taking her in the direction of the kitchen as you notice with triumph that she is sporting a few good scratches and bruises. 

Changmin takes this chance to gently lead you away, finding the guest bedroom and sitting you on the fluffy duvet, crossing his arms as he stares down at you with a mix of disappointment and concern. 

“She had it coming to her so don’t you go giving me a huge speech about me being in the wrong,” you grumble, crossing your arms but wincing, noticing the scratch marks going down your arm. Changmin notices and sighs, going into the on suite bathroom and wetting a face cloth to clean you up. 

“I’m not gonna lecture you sweetheart. I just wanna know what went through your head to start a full on fist fight with your best friend of 17 years… Over a piece of cake?” Changmin asks, pushing away hair from your face that Kenzie had pulled. 

“I-I don’t even know honestly. I was just looking forward to that cake and she took it from me. All that I felt was immense anger and she didn’t make it any better by not apologizing,” you murmur, putting your face in your hands as what you’d done settles in. Silence settles heavily into the air, Changmin shifting his weight as he stands crouches in front of you, dabbing at the scratches on your arm. 

“What she said…. Is it true? About you, uhm, being pregnant?” Changmin’s hesitant and fragile voice filters through your ears, making your head shoot up to look at him with surprise. You feel your heart thrumming in your chest out of pure nervousness, not knowing whether he would be happy or upset that you were expecting. 

“Changmin I-I was going to tell you I swear! I just didn’t know how and I didn’t know if you’d be angry or upset with me. We’re still so young and we aren’t married. Heck, you’re only in the beginning of your career and I haven’t even started mine. I’m just so scared,” you finish in tears, sobs escaping as you hastily try and wipe your eyes. 

Changmin doesn’t say anything, instead just gathering you into his arms. You bury your tear soaked face into his chest as he murmurs soothing words, running his hands up and down your back to comfort you. 

“I’m definitely not angry. Shocked for sure, but never angry. I sorta wish I was told in a different way as well, but I’m happy! I’m gonna be a dad!” Changmin says, a smile prominent on his lips and happy tears welling in his eyes. You smile back, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a long peck on the lips.

“I’m so thankful to have you be my soulmate,” you murmur against his lips, feeling him pull you closer onto his lap intending to further what you were starting. You were almost on board but stopped and pulled away, feeling the stinging pain on your cheek as a reminder of what just went down. 

“As much as I’d love to continue what we were starting, I should probably go see if Kenzie is okay and apologize,” you hum, standing up from Changmin’s lap as he groans, trying to fix his pants to hide the tent that had started forming. 

“Fine, but you owe me later,” he grumbles, following you out into the hall as you lace your fingers with his. You giggle at his obvious irritation.

“Don’t worry baby when we get home I’ll make it up to you,” you whisper seductively, cackling at the expression of pure want that flutters across his face. Shaking your head you continue on your way, stepping into the living room moments later.

Most of the boys were all sitting around the TV, playing their video game again and looking up in surprise when you entered the room. You glance around and notice that Kenzie, Junseo and Seongsik aren’t anywhere to be seen. 

“Hey (Y/N), are you feeling a bit better now?” Dongil asks gently, wearily eyeing the scratch marks on your arm and reddened hand print on your cheek. Yuku also is staring at you worriedly and you feel bad for setting such a horrible example for the younger boy. Nodding, you give Dongil and Yuku a small, sheepish smile. 

“Yeah I’m all good. I sorta need to talk to Kenzie though?” You trail off, feeling everyone's sympathetic stares on you. Heechan nods in the direction of the kitchen, focusing on winning the game. You huff at him but shuffle towards the kitchen anyways, Changmin letting go of your hand to go join the others. 

You end up peeking your head around the doorframe of the kitchen, watching Kenzie’s back as she flies around while ordering Seongsik and Junseo to do things for her. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you come out from around the corner, catching Junseo’s eyes as he gives you a small smile. 

“Ah I think Seongsik-hyung and I should go see if the others need anything!” Junseo squawks, yanking Seongsik out of the room as the older boy complains. Kenzie goes to protest their retreat before taking notice of you, the words dying on her lips. 

“Uh hi,” you say awkwardly, giving a small wave as she eyes you up. Kenzie purses her lips and turns back around to whatever she is doing, making you deflate a little. 

“I’m sorry,” you hear come from where she is standing by the counter, furiously mixing something in a large stainless steel bowl. You almost didn’t catch what she said, having to strain your ears to hear her whispered apology. 

“No, I’m the one who should be sorry. I started a fight all because of a stupid slice of cake. And with my friend of 17 years at that,” you chuckle, moving to stand beside her as she looks up at you with tears shining in her eyes. 

“I didn’t mean any of what I said. Words just spilled out and I said horrible things. I’m so sorry!” She says remorsefully, wiping a tear that slides down her cheek. Pulling her into a hug you shush her. 

“We both said some pretty bad things and even got physical but sometimes shit happens. All we can do is acknowledge it, apologize and move on,” you pull away and hand her a paper towel from the roll on the counter. Kenzie chuckles and dabs at her eyes.

“You’re right of course. Which is why I’m making a whole cake for you and Changmin to take home. I also shouldn’t have outed your pregnancy like that. I knew you were scared to tell him and I still used it against you,” she looks down at her sock covered feet shamefully as you hum. 

“Well I would have never found a better way to tell him so at least I have a story we can tell our kid and laugh about,” you tease, pulling a loud laugh from Kenzie who shakes her head in amusement. 

“Friends?” You say, reaching a finger into the cake batter on the counter, smearing it across her cheek as she squeals. Kenzie ends up returning the favour, the two of you now matching. 

“Friends.” 

“Well I guess we should go reassure the boys that we aren’t ripping each other's hair out anymore!” You say cheerfully, watching as Kenzie pops the cake batter into a baking pan and puts it in the oven, setting a timer. 

The two of you exit the kitchen, giggling at each other and wiping the cake batter of your faces. The living room had gone strangely silent and you looked up to see everyone wearily watching. Changmin and Junseo are on the edges of their seats, wary about another fight breaking out. 

“Don’t worry gentlemen. Kenzie and I have duked it out and we’re all good now!” You say, pulling her into a side hug and giving her a noogie to which she whines at. 

“Good cause if I had to break up another fight I would start charging fees,” Gwanghyun mumbles, watching the two of you fondly with a slightly disgruntled expression. Plopping yourself on the couch, you snuggle into Changmin’s side. 

“So you’re both good now? No more fights over cake?” He asks, raising an eyebrow mockingly. You hum, putting a finger to your chin as you pretend to think.

“Well there’s no guarantee I won’t punch her if she steals my cake again. We’ll see!” Laughing at their expressions, shaking your head. 

“So uh, pretty sure you all heard what Kenzie said earlier and I’m pretty sure you are all eagerly waiting for me to confirm or deny. Yes I am pregnant and yes you will all be uncles. And an aunt,” you announce, watching as all the boys plus Kenzie stand up and start cheering and exclaiming loudly. 

“So our kid is gonna have 8 crazy uncles and 1 crazy aunt. I hope they’re prepared,” Changmin cackles, watching his band mates and friends still celebrating. 

“And to think, this all happened because of a piece of chocolate cake!” 

~17 Years Later~

“So Dad only found out you were pregnant with me because you and Auntie Kenzie had a fist fight over cake?” Your son asks you, watching his Aunts and Uncles chatter and laugh with each other around your spacious backyard. 

“Yep! And on the way home I tried suggesting to your Dad to let me name you chocolate cake but he said no, sadly. He said no for your younger brothers as well,” you sigh wistfully, remembering each time you had asked Changmin to let you name at least one of your three children after what you both liked to call “The Accidental Revelation”. 

“Mom, I mean this with all respect, but sometimes I don’t know what Dad sees in you,” your youngest son laughs at your offended expression. 

“Hey I love your Mom a lot! Even if her choice of baby names is a bit…. Unconventional,” Changmin comments, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and pressing a kiss against your cheek. 

“EW NO PDA!” Your middle son yells as he tries to cover his younger brother’s eyes, getting shoved away.

“Maybe we should try for a fourth and finally name them chocolate cake!” You say cheerfully, clasping your hands together as Changmin and your sons stare at you in disbelief. 

“NO!”

“Aw man!”

[escapewithbts]

“I’m Not Sure Anymore...” (Part One) - Hoseok

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You stared at the dark ceiling in your bedroom; the silence in the room was deafening. Another night where sleep was just too hard to come by. Your mind wouldn’t shut off, wouldn’t stop the memories from flooding in. They were the last things you could hold on to as 2 months ago your whole world had fallen apart. And just when you thought you were finally getting used to the changes, your brain still wanted to hold on.... as did your heart.

You shut your eyes tightly, a memory you weren’t so fond of coming into view...

Your heart stopped. You caught your breath in your throat. There on the computer screen was the infamous tweet. The reveal to all. One of Dispatch’s elusive claims of k-pop relationships. But this time, staring back at you was a member of the girl group BLACKPINK... and your own boyfriend. They were holding hands and laughing. ‘J-Hope and Jisoo: CONFIRMED’ it read. With shaky hands you scrolled down further to read the replies:

“omg they’re holding hands, it must be true!”

“Ahhh this makes me so happy! J&J are sooo cute together!”

“I really hope this isn’t fake because they make a great couple”

“She is so perfect for him! Both idols in the two most popular kpop bands! They must have so much in common!”

You immediately closed the Twitter window and slammed your laptop shut. You suddenly felt extremely nauseous and jumped up from your chair to run to the bathroom. You kneeled on the floor in front of the toilet, but nothing came out, your stomach just twisted in pain and anxiousness. You sat back against the cold tile wall and hugged your knees to your chest. You didn’t feel like crying exactly, but you felt on the brink of a panic attack.

Suddenly you heard a door slam shut and footsteps coming to the bedroom door.

“Oh my (y/n)-ahhhh, I’m baaack,” Your boyfriend’s sing-song voice rang towards the bathroom you sat in, “Where are you?”

You stood up with shaky legs and left the bathroom, entering the bedroom where Hoseok had just come in.

He smiled wide and stepped towards you.

“There’s my pretty girl,” he squeezed you tightly against him, but you wanted so badly out of his grasp, “I missed you today.”

He released you and looked at your face, his smile disappearing.

“Jagi, what’s wrong?”

You shook your head and looked at the ground.

“You haven’t seen it?” You whispered, not meeting his gaze.

He put his hands on your shoulders and attempted to meet your eyes.

“Seen what, Jagiya? What’s going on?”

You shimmied out of his grasp and stepped back.

“Check Twitter.” Was all you could say.

He looked worried as he hesitantly pulled his phone out of his back pocket.

His eyes got wide as his finger scrolled through all the accounts, the tweets, the replies. Finally he looked back up at you.

“(Y/n)...” he said softly, stepping toward you.

You backed away which caused a pained look on his face.

“Surely you must know this is all lies Jagi...”

You shook your head and looked at the ground.

“But the picture...”

He scoffed.

“It’s photoshopped, (y/n). Come on, you know how intricate these people can get these days with manipulating pictures.”

You shut your eyes tightly, the image coming back in your mind causing your stomach to twist.

“But it looks so real...” you whispered softly.

Hoseok ran a hand through his black hair.

“(Y/n)... please,” he pleaded, “You must know it’s fake. It’s all lies. They just want to make money and make people talk. You know they just do it for the attention. Please believe me, my sweet (y/n). I am only with you...”

You wanted so badly to believe him, but that picture looked so real. Dispatch had been right about couples before. And it made sense, J-Hope being with another idol. It was so much better for his career and his lifestyle. Why hadn’t you realized this before? You weren’t right for him. You were a nobody. Not used to extravagant things, so much money you couldn’t wrap your head around it, people watching your boyfriend’s every move, the rumors, the stalkers, the lack of normalcy. It was so overwhelming.

Suddenly the tears started falling and your breaths became more shallow. Your body was shaking and your heart was going a mile a minute.

Hoseok ran to you, you not resisting this time. He held you to his chest.

“It’s okay, Jagi, it’s okay. It’s not a big deal.” he tried calming you down, running his hand through your soft hair.

You suddenly were furious. How could he think that?

“It is a big deal, Hoseok!” You backed out of his grasp, “It’s not okay! I-I’m staring at my boyfriend with another girl and-and millions of people are saying how great you are for each other, showing proof they knew you two were together all along while I just sit back and watch like an idiot!”

You felt like you were being dramatic, but you didn’t care. You were scared.

Hoseok put his face in his hands and shook his head.

“But it’s not real, (y/n). Please believe. I would never do that to you.”

You took deep breaths to try and calm yourself down though they came out uneven and shaky. You finally looked up into J-Hope’s sad and worried eyes as they searched yours for an answer, a reassurance.

You looked to the side, unable to keep his gaze. You sighed.

“Maybe you wouldn’t, Hoseok...” you mumbled quietly, “But I just, I’m not sure anymore.”

He cocked his head, his eyes wide.

“Not sure? Not sure of what, (y/n)?” He tried to reach out to you but put his arms down remembering how forcefully you had pulled out of his grasp.

“I’m not sure...I can do this anymore.”

He froze, taking a step back with a shocked look on his face.

“Wha-what are you saying, (y/n)?” His voice trembled.

“This is too hard... I’m not sure I’m cut out for it,” tears started to fall from your eyes again, “I think... I need some time. I need to take a step back, for at least a little while...”

He looked at you in surprise and sadness.

“What? Like-like a break?”

“Yes,” you responded quietly, “I-I’m sorry, Hoseok.”

“(Y/n), please...” he trailed off. You could see he wanted to pull you to him, comfort you, make you laugh and have everything back to normal again. But he knew it was pointless to try.

You shuffled around the room, grabbing your things that were scattered about and shoving them in your duffle bag you kept at his place.

Hoseok didn’t take his eyes off you.

“You’re-you’re going now?” He squeaked out quietly.

You nodded, wiping you tear stained cheeks and throwing the last bit of your clothes in the bag.

“(Y/n), please,” he repeated, “don’t do this.”

You looked into his eyes and noticed tears welling up in them. In your one year together you had never seen Hoseok cry. He was always so happy and bubbly. This was a new side you knew he didn’t show anyone, and the fact that you were bringing it out of him made you want to drop your bag and run back into his arms to comfort him. But your mind held you back, unable to see anything but that picture from the internet you discovered mere minutes ago.

“When will I hear from you?” He choked out, attempting to hold back his sobs, “When will you be back?”

You reached the bedroom door, duffle bag over your shoulder and looked back at him. He looked small and defeated standing there.

“I don’t know. I-just... I don’t know. Goodbye Hoseok.” And with that you turned out of the room and away from the confused and heartbroken man who had your heart.

You grabbed your phone from the nightstand next to you and dialed one of the members you had become best friends with through J-hope.

“Hello?” A groggy sounding Park Jimin answered after just one ring.

“Hi Jimin...” you said softly, “I’m sorry to call so late.”

You heard him sigh and let out a few grunts as you figured he sat up in his bed.

“You can call me anytime, (y/n), you know that.”

You smiled. You were glad Jimin had decided to remain friends with you despite what happened. Even though he had known Hoseok far longer than you, it made you happy knowing he would still be there for you.

“Can’t sleep again?” He asked.

You shook your head but realized he couldn’t see you, so you simply answered with a no.

Jimin sighed again.

“(Y/n)-ah... why don’t you just talk to him?”

You bit your lip nervously and fiddled with the bedsheet in front of you.

“I just can’t, Minnie...” you mumbled.

“You know, Hobi-hyung is-“

“Ah! No. Please Jimin.” You interrupted him, shutting your eyes tightly.

The two of you had spoken about what happened, and Jimin didn’t blame you for taking some time, but you would never let him mention how Hoseok was coping, afraid it would tear you up even more. You needed a clear mind, not one filled with the image of J-hope being sad, or worse, moving on.

Jimin scoffed.

“You woke me up to talk, remember?” He reminded you.

“Yes, I’m sorry Jimin ssi.”

Maybe it was time to hear how J-hope was after you stepped back from your relationship after all. Maybe it would help you figure out what to do, what you wanted.

You took a deep breath.

“Is he okay, Jimin-ah?” You wondered softly.

You heard Jimin shuffle.

“You really want to know?” He asked cautiously.

“Yes.”

Jimin exhaled and cleared his throat.

“He’s not doing well, (y/n). He’s in his room or studio most of the time when he doesn’t have anything on the schedule. And if he is working, he’s putting in minimal effort, it seems. We haven’t seen him laugh, let alone smile in weeks. He doesn’t make jokes, his dancing lacks passion. He just... isn’t himself. It’s weird, and to be honest, well, we are kind of worried about him. We are out of ideas on how to cheer him up.”

You felt your heart sink to your stomach as tears welled up in your eyes. You couldn’t believe you were the cause of him being like how Jimin described. You never wanted to be the one to take away the well being of everyone’s favorite sunshine.

“Do you at least still care about him (y/n)?” Jimin asked when you hadn’t responded.

You hesitated.

“I-I still love him, Jimin...” you whispered, tears falling from your eyes. And you knew this was true.

“(Y/n) I’ve told you a million times, he was never with her and they hardly even knew each other. I know it’s hard and different than any relationship has ever been, but he adored you so much. Just when we thought Hobi-hyung couldn’t get any brighter, he did when you came into his life. And when you left... just darkness. With the career he has chosen, something like this isn’t guaranteed not to happen again, that’s for sure. But he would never hurt you like that, he loves you too much. With love comes trust, and if you still love him like you say you do, you have to trust him, too.”

By this time you were sobbing, emotions and tiredness taking over. You knew Jimin was right. They scared you, your worries and insecurities, but the way you felt these past couple months without Hoseok scared you more. He was your everything. He boosted you up when you needed it, and made you laugh like no one else could. You missed him immensely.

“I should call him,” you said to Jimin in between sobs.

“No, you should see him in person,” he suggested, “Tomorrow we have some time off. Maybe come by the dorms?”

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest at the thought of seeing him again.

“Okay, I will.”

“Good. It will be okay, (y/n)-ah, I promise. This is a good thing,” he tried reassuring you, “in the meantime, I have to go back to sleep. You should try to, too.”

You sighed. Sleep now? Yeah right.

“Ok, thank you Jimin. Good night.”

“Good night, (y/n). See you tomorrow.”

*

Masterlist

[iwovhaikyuu]

Sugawara Koushi x Reader: Disney

So this is the first fanfic of this blog and I hope you guys like it.

Description: Sugawara is now older and married to the reader AND expecting a baby. Since you guys are Disney fans you both go out and go shopping for the baby making sure most of the things are Disney related. After all that hard work Suga calms you and the baby down.

Inspired by Sugawara singing uwu (bless his voice)

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You and Sugawara LOVED Disney. From the movies to the park (which is now a tradition to go every Christmas ever since you two got married) to the songs. Especially the songs. You two would always sing and dance together when one comes on while watching a movie or while making dinner you two would listen to a playlist and sing a bit as you two cook.

But now that you two are expecting a baby girl (which Suga littlerly cried when he found out) you would do almost nothing but watch anything Disney related. From classic black and white cartoons to the new movies with him while eating treats and sing with him.

Right now you are now about 6 months into the pregnancy and you two decided to go shopping things for little your ray of sunshine that's going to be coming soon. You do already have so much from the team members from giving you guys endless amounts of gifts. Especially Shoyo (aka the god father) and Dachi (the babysitter). But you two wanted to go and buy some things for her yourselves.

"(Y/n) are you ready? I hope we can find some cute bow for her. Like Minnie's," Suga says while driving to the store sounding extremely happy.

"Koushi, she already has so many bows. I'm sure at least one of them looks like the one Minnie wears" You giggles a bit at his cuteness.

" I know I just mean like bows that we picked out. I want to get her some things. It's not my fault the team is handing us so many things" he chuckles and parks the car and walks to go open the door for you.

You give him a nice smile and gets out the car taking his hand that he held out for you. "I understand. Just don't go too crazy on the Disney things. Especially The Little Mermaid things" You had point out knowing he's going to probably take anything with Ariel on it.

"Okay okay I promise I won't go crazy. Now let's go shopping" he smiles and walks with you inside really excited to look at things with you.

Soon you two get to the baby section and start looking at things with each other smiling and having a good time while picking a few things for her.

"Oh! Oh! (Y/n) how about this one?" Suga shows you a little baby dress saying 'Daddy's Little Princess' with Aurora next to it. "Do you think we can get it?" He asks you you with a warm smile on his face.

"Of course honey. I'm sure she would like it a lot." You tell him and watch his eyes sparkle as he goes put the dress in the cart along with the other things you two picked out. "Alright sweetie I think that should be enough for the baby. Let's go pay then get home" you tell him earning a nod.

After paying and getting home you and Suga go put the babies things away with all her other things while of course having a good time and listing to that playlist you two made and dance a bit to the beats while singing to each other a bit.

~soon~

After finishing everything and moving a few things here and there you go to the front room and sit on the couch while letting Suga cook (even thought you told him you could cook but he insisted) you layed back and watch your guy's favorite movie. The Little Mermaid.

"Hey sweetheart. How you feeling?" Suga came in the room asking.

"Oh I'm alright. Just watching a movie" he smile while gently rubbing your stomach. As you do you feel a little kick causing you to smile a lot. "Koushi, come quick! The baby is kicking" You say having Suga come over and sit down next to you and placing a hand gently on your stomach feeling the pressure of the small kicks.

"Awe how cute. She seems so angry" He chuckles slightly feeling her kicks. Slowly he lays down onto your stomach and rubbing it as he starts to sing along with the movie.

"The seaweed is always greener" He started singing with a dorky smile. As he keeps singing he begins to have a bit of fun adding laughs and yahoos with the song causing you giggle a bit and slightly tear up from how cute and amazing his voice is. How voice never fails to make you smile a lot.

"Under the sea" he finishes with a small laugh and looks up at you. "I hope our baby girl will love Disney too" he says sitting up.

"I'm sure she will. Plus, I bet she will love going to Disneyland with us when we go" You smile and peck his lips. Suddenly you smell something burning. "Koushi, you forgot the food!"

"Ah fu-" He goes running to the kitchen to see his food is basically charred and sighs "I guess we're having pizza for dinner" he looks over at you seeing you nod.

In the end you two ate pizza while watching Disney movies into the early hours of the morning.

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Hey it's Heydi and well I hope you like it. It has been many months since I wrote a fanfic so I'm sorry if it's a bit confusing or something.

Also if you guys haven't heard the song well here it is

https://youtu.be/xWZg1SehA7g

It really is adorable and I can't stop smiling when I hear it.

Anyways I really hope you liked the story. I want to thank Sam for editing and over all be save, stay hydrated, wear a mask and Love yourselves.

Okie Bai!!!!!!

(U n d e r D a i c h i ~Sam)

[suckerforv]

Your Protectors (Hybrid!BTS x Female Reader)

WARNINGS; MENTIONS OF VULGAR LANGUAGE AND TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

You walked through the door, smiling as your bunny hybrid, Jungkook, bounded up excitedly to meet you. “Y/n!” he exclaimed, his bunny ears bouncing as he flew into your arms. “I missed you,” he mumbled into your neck, making you giggle. “Don’t stay away for too long next time.”

   “Kookie, I wanna hug her too, don’t hog her all to yourself,” your other fox hybrid, Taehyung, whined, his plush lips forming a pout and his ears drooping sadly. You laughed and held your arms out to him. He burrowed his nose into your neck, scenting you. You were used to it; you often had to stay for long times at your school where you taught. You would come home after being around other men and boys, “smelling like trash,” as Tae called it. After adopting both Taehyung and Jungkook, you decided to adopt five others: Namjoon, a wolf hybrid, Jin, an alpaca hybrid, Jimin, a cute calico cat hybrid, Hoseok, a golden retriever hybrid, and a panther hybrid, Yoongi. It was challenging sometimes, dealing with all of their different personalities, but you loved them all so much. Namjoon was quiet and intelligent, yet extremely clumsy. You had no idea how many items he broke in the house, yet you loved his quiet and comforting character. He was studying at a college especially for hybrids and was pursuing business and English Literature Arts. Jin loved to help you cook and clean, because everyone knew you weren’t the best cook in the house. You would often come home, tired and exhausted from a long day at work, and Jin would have tea and a fluffy blanket ready for you on the couch. He was really a sweetie. Jimin was very intimate, and he loved to cuddle with you while watching Finding Nemo on the TV. He loved singing and dancing, which he did a lot while you were away. He required a lot of attention and care. Hoseok was the ball of sunshine, always finding ways to cheer you up if you were feeling down or sad. He loved to play catch and dance, and you encouraged him to pursue his dreams. He was currently at the same school Namjoon was at, and he was studying dance. Taehyung was very like Namjoon, but goofier and sillier at times. He loved chasing squirrels and playing with his toys. Jungkook was best friends with both Tae and Jimin, and they all loved playing with each other. When you first adopted Jungkook, he was very shy and used to not talk most of the time. Once you adopted Taehyung and Jimin, he began opening up and you would often hear him laughing and talking with Tae and Jimin. Eventually, he began warming up to you, and you were on speaking terms with him now. A word that could describe Yoongi was sleepy. Of course, Yoongi loved to sleep and eat. He loved to sleep, spooned by you. He seemed like an old, grumpy grandpa on the outside, but he was just a big softie on the inside. You smiled as you thought of your seven lovable hybrids. You were so glad you adopted them.

       You set your bag down on the counter and felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, a wet nose burying into the nape of your neck. You felt a furry tail wrapping itself around your ankle. You reached back and scratched behind Jimin’s ears. Purrs reverberated throughout the room, and you giggled. “Jimin, it’s very nice to see you too,” you smiled as he snuggled closer to you. “How was your day, darling?”

    “Fun! Me, Taetae, and Kookie played chase and tag in the backyard! Then me and Taetae watched Finding Nemo, although it wasn’t the same without you,” he pouted at the last part. “How long will you have to stay like this, jagi?”

      You sighed, sitting on the couch and beckoned him to sit next to you. “I don’t know, Minnie. I’ve been trying to find another job I can take up, but I haven’t found any yet.”

     Your other hybrids appeared, one by one, listening to you speak, and to your surprise, Yoongi appeared as well. He was usually sleeping, so this was a pleasant surprise. Namjoon sat next to you, his head leaning on your shoulder. “Well, you just have to find out what you’re good at,” he commented quietly. “It’s not too hard to find a job once you figure that out.”

    “Well, I’m good with hybrids, I know that at least,” you said slowly. “Maybe I could take up a job at a hybrid shelter.”

   Jin frowned. “I don’t know, y/n. Some hybrids tend to be,” he hesitated. “violent and well, we don’t want you getting hurt.” Your other hybrids nodded in agreement, Yoongi coming to sit next to Jimin.

     “But if you really want to, y/n, I know some shelters that are looking for help,” Yoongi offered. “Some of my friends are working there, and they say it pays well and the environment is very positive and promising for the hybrids who live there.”

    You smiled, coming over to where he sat and hugging him. “Thank you, Yoongles. I knew I can always count on you guys. What’s the shelter’s name?”

    “Um, I think it’s Sunnyside Hybrid Shelter,” Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows, trying to remember. “Yeah, I think that’s it.”

    You took a deep breath. “OK, I’m going to go ask them about the job. Who wants to go with me?”

 “Me!” seven voices chorused. You chuckled; you should’ve have known all of them wanted to go. They were all very protective of you, especially Namjoon and Yoongi, them both being predator hybrids.

         Twenty minutes later, all of you stood in front of Sunnyside Hybrid Shelter. Namjoon slipped his hand in yours, his ears standing alert. You opened the door, your hybrids following you inside.

     “Welcome to Sunnyside Hybrid Shelter! How may I help you today? Oh my goodness, you have some hybrids already! Are you here asking about the job?” the cheery girl at the front desk prattled on. You felt Namjoon’s hand tense in yours. You knew her voice reminded him of his previous owner, who was very abusive and used to beat him whenever he made a mistake or broke something. You squeezed his hand comfortingly, reminding him that he was safe and you were with him now.

     “Yes, I’m interested about the job. I would like to apply,” you spoke, nervous.

“Perfect! How long have you had experience with hybrids?” the girl asked as she scribbled something down on a notepad. “Oh, and please call me Eryka.”

     “I’ve had my hybrids for about three years now,” you replied, smiling fondly at your seven hybrids. “I love hybrids, and I’ve been looking for a job, so this seemed like a good go.”

    “Awesome! I’ll take you to our manager, and she’ll ask you a few more questions and just show you around,” Eryka smiled widely at you and led you and your hybrids to the office.

     Taehyung stared at the hybrids’ faces pressed to the windows, some cold, some hopeful, and some just plain curious. He knew how painful and lonely it was to live in the shelter, his heart ached for some of the hybrids. They passed a play room, where baby and toddler hybrids played. Jimin’s tail twitched, aching to scoop a cute baby hybrid into his arms and cuddle with it.

    “Here we are,” Eryka announced, stopping at a well-furnished office. “Would your hybrids perhaps like to wait-”

    “No,” seven voices chorused forcefully. You smiled, and whispered to Eryka, “It’s okay. They’re well behaved, they just are protective of me.” She looked unsure, but nodded and let you all in anyway.

     The manager, who looked shocked as your seven hybrids filed in, quickly composed herself and smiled at you. “Hello, y/n, I am Carrie, and please do sit down,” she gestured to a chair in front on her desk. “Your hybrids, um-”

     “We can stand, ma’am, it’s fine,” Jin smiled at her kindly. You smiled internally at his manners, Jin was a very polite hybrid once people got to know him.

 She looked surprised at his polite manners and smiled at him. “Thank you, er-”

  “Jin, Kim Seokjin,” Jin bowed and introduced himself and the others to her. Each smiled and bowed to her as he addressed them.

     “Thank you. Y/n, I must say, you have very polite hybrids. You must have some good experience with hybrids, then,” Carrie commented as she sat back in her chair.

   “Well, yes. My father was actually a hybrid officer,” you began, ignoring the shocked looks of your hybrids. “He didn’t like hybrids that well, and didn’t do his job like he should’ve. I would always beg him to be compassionate towards them, but he would beat me. My mom found out, and threatened to separate if he didn’t change his ways. He didn’t, and my mom moved out and took me with her,” you blinked back tears and Jin came to stand besides you, laying a gentle hand on your shoulder. Jimin stared at you, mouth agape. He never knew this. “He eventually got fired. I got a job at teaching at a school and I am still doing that now,” you finished, wiping your tears with a tissue from the tissue box Carrie gave you. “Sorry,” you apologized, wiping the last of your tears away. “I haven’t talked about this in a while.”

      “It’s okay, y/n. I understand how you feel,” Carrie told you gently. “I was in a similar situation. My dad-”she frowned. “He really hated hybrids and used to abuse those he brought home. I moved out of the house with my mom, who loved hybrids, and she actually helped me start this shelter.”

     “That’s nice. Yeah, I have always loved caring for hybrids, that’s why I decided to adopt my first two hybrids: Taehyung and Jungkook, then I found out how much I enjoyed their company, so I went ahead and adopted five more,” you smiled at your hybrids who crowded around you, comforting you.

   “That’s great! Now I can show you around the compound,” Carrie smiled, leading the way out of the office. “It’s good that your hybrids are here to protect you, because-”

     A savage growl escaped the throats of Namjoon and Yoongi, shocking both you and Carrie. “Namjoon, Yoongi!” you scolded them. “Please, nothing bad will happen to me. Behave, or no cuddles,” you admonished.

     They flushed sheepishly, their heads bowed. “Sorry.”

 Carrie laughed. “So that’s what you use to punish them? No cuddles?” she asked you playfully.

You laughed sheepishly. “Yeah, my hybrids love cuddling, especially Jimin and Yoongi.”

    As all of you entered the hybrid room, a cute Black Lab ran up to meet you. “Hi, I’m Jisoo. Will you please adopt me?” Her eyes widened as she saw your seven hybrids. “Oh, never mind,” she mumbled, turning away.

   “Jisoo, wait!” you called after her, hoping she would turn back and hear what you had to say. Jisoo turned back with hopeful eyes.

    “Jisoo, I can’t say I can adopt you, but I can say that I will help you find you the perfect family for you. So don’t give up hope, okay?” you smiled kindly at the shy hybrid in front of you.

    Jisoo nodded, a smile gracing her features. “Thank you, y/n!” She hugged you suddenly, making you gasp a little and then giggle. “You’re welcome, Jisoo.”

     Carrie had been watching from afar, and when you came back to the group, she whistled. “She actually hugged you, y/n! Jisoo has been one of our hardest hybrids to reach, and she has spoken the most since she’s gotten here!”

    “Glad I could help-” your sentence was cut off as a snarling hybrid stepped in your path.

  “You smell like filth,” the hybrid sneered, but Namjoon and Yoongi placed themselves in front of you, growls escaping from them. “So you’re her two little sluts, huh?” the hybrid smirked, enjoying the way your body stiffened at the word sluts. “All humans aren’t to be trusted, you know,” he snarled. “Some like her, for insistence.”

     “Not all hybrids can be trusted either,” Yoongi snarled back, his jaw exposing his sharp canines and Namjoon’s eyes turned a deep crimson red. You could feel Jimin trembling behind you. Jimin had never seen this side of Namjoon and Yoongi, and he didn’t like it. The hostile hybrid hesitated, then muttered “spoiled brats” and walked away.

    You let out a deep sigh of relief. “Wow. Thank you, Joonie and Yoongi. I didn’t expect that to happen.”

Carrie sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck. “Sorry, y/n. That was Mark, our panther hybrid. He’s very-” she paused, then added, “violent and frightening.”

      Yoongi snapped, “I knew it! He smelled like a panther!”

“I smelled it, too,” Namjoon muttered, his tail still nervously twitching back and forth. “Y/n, are you sure it’s safe for you to work here?” he asked you, worry lacing his features.

   “Don’t worry, y/n. We’ll make sure you’re safe from him,” Carrie laid a reassuring hand on your shoulder and looked back at Namjoon, then added, “I promise.”

      Once you all got home, you asked everyone to gather in the living room.

Namjoon and Yoongi sat on each side of you, the rest of the boys sitting on the floor or on the fireplace’s hearth. Jimin sensed the tension and awkwardness in the air, and sat closer to Taehyung and Jungkook. No one knew when to speak, so you cleared your throat nervously.

     “Guys, I know how much you love me,” you began. “What happened today, I’m sorry. I promise I will be careful when I start working there. But I want you guys to know that I love you all so much, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you all that stuff about my dad. I will be more careful.” As soon as you finished speaking, the boys started to cry. They all hugged you, a big ball of fluff surrounding you. You began to cry as well, overwhelmed by the love your boys were giving you.

    “We love you, y/n, don’t ever forget that,” your boys’ voice chimed together, Jimin nuzzling into your neck.

   “I love you guys so much, too,” you sobbed, smiling through your tears. You loved them all so much, your boys. Your protectors.

[bom-bombon]

Texas?

Yeehaw

Name: Sebastian Inglesias

While Texas does have a second last name because he’s Hispanic, he decided to drop it. I know many Hispanic who have either both of their parents’ names and of only their fathers’ last name with the former being more common. Those with one last name has less complications with paperwork, applications, etc., than with those with two last names. Considering all this, I think that Texas would drop the second last name to make his life more easier.

Age: 27-29

Gender: Cis male

Ethnicity/Race: Hispanic (Mestizo)

Siblings: Coahuila (perhaps Chihuahua and Nuevo Leon too but it’s still a wip)

Height: 5′11 (180.34 cm)

He’s sad that he’s not 6′0. He may be taller than some of his fellow Mexican brethren, but he gets reminded that he’s not the tallest in the Union, or at the very least, he’s not 6′0. This annoys him to no end.

Relations:

-Arizona: They’re buddies. They both share a love for guns, have similar conservative ideologies, and they love a/c. No matter how much New Mexico tries to discourage Arizona from talking to him, Arizona just doesn’t care. He thinks that Texas is cool (which fuels his already big ego)

-Arkansas: They get along. That’s it. I suppose that sometimes he does call her Ar-kansas and she don’t talk to him for a whole day after that, but they’re cool nonetheless.

-California: They don’t like each other. He finds her annoying and thinks she’s an idiot. When she was first introduced to the states, he thought that they could be together and be some sort of duo. But they thought different things and it upset him. To him, it almost felt like betrayal because he thought he knew her and she supported and admired him. So why doesn’t she support him now? Today, they just bicker and often start arguments. Both of their egos will never let it go and make up.

-Coahuila: It’s complicated. Coahuila was enraged when Texas broke away from her and even more so when the US helped. While I’m not sure their relationship was during this time period, I do know that they didn’t talked for a while. Texas believed he was doing the right thing in following his own dreams. Though that is debatable at best. Nowadays, they get along well and Coahuila sometimes invite him to parties. Sometimes…

-Louisiana: They chill with each other. Louisiana, although criticizes him on some occasions, think he’s a nice guy. He has helped her in the past and she no doubts never forgot about it, so she helps him whenever she can. They’re also dumbasses together so that’s fun too.

-Minnesota: They’re together! Minnie is like 6’2 so she calls Texas cute for being tiny and he loves and hates it!! They are both tough as nails. For example, Minnie surprised him by beating him on a mechanical bull, Virginia complained about how strong Minnesota was during the Civil War, and Montana always remarks about how Minnie was the only other state who can keep up with her in the World Wars. And Texas is Texas. They are both incredibly sweet in relationships. Minnesota is known for being nice and it’s tru. Texas in relationships is sort of like the Latin Lover, excluding the constant need for uhh bedroom stuff. They are both gentle to each other out of respect and always get each other meaningful gifts. Not to mention the daily reminders of “you’re beautiful” or “you’re my sunshine”, they’re too pURE. They both like similar hobbies such as watching and playing football, taking care of animals, and roasting the hell out of people. Texas helps Minnie into confronting problems and people

Minnie: Idk how to tell them

Texas: It’s easy, I’ll show you how

Texas: Hey New York!

New York: I’m not listening…

Texas: New York!

New York: *looks up*

Texas: I like your shirt but I don’t like you!

She teaches him about considering other’s feelings. Sometimes Texas is too caught up about himself to realize how he’s affecting others around him and she knows this. She reminds him that people that not everyone will understand him emotionally and might take offense. Slowly, Texas thinks more often. Minnesota and Texas also love having adventures together. They would go and snowboard (though Texas has fell off a mountain one time). No matter what they’re doing, they always seem to compliment each other and have fun together. 

-Montana: They’re cowboy buddies. I would imagine them talk to each other about animals, particularly horses and cows. Since Montana is also a tough person, she and Texas loves to have small competitions with lifting or who has the most power. He sees her as a buddy and likes to talk to her, which is good because Montana herself has trouble fitting in when all people know about her is just cows and nothingness.

-New Mexico: New Mexico hates him. From what I can remember, Texas tried to claim parts of New Mexico three separate times. The last attempt was the Civil War, and with the attempt to take Santa Fe, New Mexico won’t let it go. Texas doesn’t really care about him nor seem to remember that he even exist. He mostly focuses his rivalry with Oklahoma. Plus, he think New Mexico is a bad driver.

-Oklahoma: They’re rivals. The extent of this rivalry, I’m not too sure and admittedly haven’t delved into much. What I can say is that he always honk his horn at her because she’s a terrible driver. At some point she called him Baja Oklahoma and he cried

-Tennessee: They’re friends. Tennessee is gay for him. So when the Texas Revolution was starting and the US helped out, a good chunk of the people were from Tennessee. So Tennessee helped Texas out wherever he can and that was his first friend from the US. They love to go hunting and talk about guns and stuff. Tennessee really admired him and is glad that he’s consider to be close friends with the big boi of the South. They also play music together and have nice country vibes.

-Wyoming: They’re Yeehaw buddies. They also had a relationship is perhaps early 1900s but I’m not too sure yet.

Things I don’t know how to title but it exists:

-Texas has tattoos of all his state symbols on his arms and back

-They played a “special” game of Truth or Dare. In the end, Texas threw up and vowed to never go to Vegas or hang out with Nevada for 9 months.

-Texas gave some of his friends in the Midwest and South (who aren’t Hispanic mind you) the “spicy” Mexican candies and almost all of them are more cautious about Mexican candies. Plot twist: they’re not spicy at all; they’re just weak

-Yee in the streets, haw in the sheets

-He’s bisexual

Some things about her (development? idk):

Texas has this arrogance that kinda makes it unbearable to work with at times (his closest friends can attest to this). But to be fair, this arrogance would be provoked by someone either messing with his lovely state or someone who’s just curious. Besides that, he is actually pretty charismatic, confident, and charming that attracts people despite his (non intentional) brash behavior. (It’s a joke that he purposefully made Tennessee gay). He’s also intelligent as he’s musically talented, exceeds surprisingly well in mathematics and sciences, and fluent in a couple languages such as English, German, and Vietnamese. He worked hard to be where he is and he can be closed minded in some parts but that’s because he likes to stay relatively the same. He doesn’t like a lot of change; you can say he’s afraid of it and what it might bring because he doesn’t want to lose who he truly is deep down inside. (It’s kinda funny because with this new influx of Californians, he’s stressed and upset at her more than ever).

Some quotes,, things?: 

New York: I’m hot shit and that’s the only thing I’ll take away.

Texas: Didn’t you hear her? I’m also hot shit. And that’s the power of the Texan charm ;) Checkmate, liberals.

New York: Yeah well why don’t you shut up.

Texas: You shut up

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Northern Mariana Islands: *gives everyone a glass shot of tequila*

Everyone: *downs the shot and put their shot glass on the middle of the table*

Delaware: More please!

Ohio: No more please…

Arkansas: What the fuck was that??

Utah: Ugh, that so strong what the heck-

Texas: Can we do this every night?

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Priest: You may now read the vows you have prepared.

Texas: I think I misunderstood the assignment.

Minnesota: Just read what you wrote, dear.

Texas: Ok *deep breath* A E I O U

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Texas, drunk: SI YA SABEN COMO ME PONGO PA QUE ME INVITAN???

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South Dakota: But it’s couples like you that give hope to the rest of us. Minnesota, you deserve the best, and you found it.

Texas, don’t you dare hurt her.

Everyone: *laughs*

Texas: I won’t.

Michigan: Don’t laugh. She means it.

Texas: Okay, I-I won’t

.Nebraska: Seriously, don’t hurt her.

Texas: Okay, I’m not planning on hurting her.

Indiana: You better not be

Texas: I’m not!

Ohio: Hey, Texas, you best be watching yourself

Texas: Why would any of you think I would hurt Minnesota? Y’all my friends too.

Illinois: Nah

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1945

Tejas, a los otros estados: Me das una úlcera cada vez que me despierto y tengo que venir ‘pa trabajar para ti, para ti!

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Texas, grabbing a toy police car: Coahuila! Can you buy me this?

Coahuila: No.

Texas: You never buy me anything!

Coahuila: You’re over 300 years old!

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Texas: Yee in the streets, haw in the sh-

Oklahoma: No.

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Texas, drunk: You’re so pretty,, are you seeing anyone?

Minnesota: Yeah, I’m married

Texas, crying: To.. to who?

Minnesota: You, you smol idiot *kisses his forehead*