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dociousunderdog · 5 years ago

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The three times Jonah was a third wheel and the one time he wasn’t

Jonah loved his friends, that was a fact nobody dared question. He would do anything for them and he loved spending time with them.

But then they all got into relationships.

And although the others assured Jonah they didn’t mind him hanging around with them, he could tell that whenever he was around just two of them, they wished he wasn’t.

“Always the bridesmaid never the bride.” Buffy commented once on his relationship status while he hung out with her and Marty at The Spoon.

“I don’t mind that, it’s fun being single.” He commented with a smile before grabbing a baby tater from the basket in the centre of the table.

“Sure, tell yourself that, Beck.” Marty chuckled as he sat back down next to Buffy after getting up to grab her extra napkins.

“I’m not lonely!” Jonah defended himself, but it sounded slightly too whiney and came out sounding like a lie. Buffy and Marty both gave the same look that said ‘Sure’. “Really I’m not! I only always hang out with you guys because you invite me and I don’t want to be rude, I’m not afraid to be alone.” Jonah said lowly before reaching for another tater.

“Can I ask you a question though, Beck? Something that’s been on my mind since you started being a third wheel all the time.” Marty said nonchalantly mocking his friend. Marty, Jonah, and TJ have become very good friends since TJ started dating Cyrus and Marty started dating Buffy. They’re friends call them the ‘Dumbass Trio’ because they always come up with the dumbest shit to pass their time with. Jonah shot Marty a glare before imploring him to continue. “Who is it worse to be a third wheel with? Like whose the most ‘lovey-dovey lost in their own world oh hi Jonah when did you get here?’ When you’re around them?” He paused to take a bite from one of Buffy’s fries that he stole without thinking. “Because I bet it’s Cyrus and TJ, they never take their hands off each other even when we’re all hanging out together.”

“Nah it’s probably Amber and Andi. Andi never shuts up about Amber and rambles on and on about kissing her for hours I bet when they’re together that’s literally all they do.” Buffy rolled her eyes fondly before looking over to Jonah expectantly.

“Well it’s definitely not you guys.” He laughed and they shrugged in agreement. While Buffy and Marty loved each other and loved being together, their relationship had always been built on banter and playful mocking, therefore PDA and such wasn’t high on their priorities list even after becoming official. “I’d say it’s probably Cyrus and TJ. There have been times where they invited me to hang out and everything was fine but then I’d go to the bathroom and come back to find them making out.” Jonah shuttered playfully at the thought. He didn’t think it was gross, he actually thought it was cute, but he was in a rather good mood that day and decided to be a little playful.

“But Amber and Andi are pretty bad too. They stare into each other’s eyes for extended periods of time and try to hold conversations with me when they do it which always end up something like ‘yeah you’re right ‘Introducing Me’ is the best song from the Camp Rock franchise and oh my god did you know Amber has flecks of green in her eyes when you look at them just right?’” Jonah recounted while doing his very best Andi voice (which was basically just him raising the pitch of his own voice). “It’s cute though, same with Teej and Cy.” He sighed looking down at his hands.

“Sorry did you say something?” Marty said in fake confusion while never looking away from Buffy earning him a light kick to his leg under the table.

It was game night. A tradition usually shared by the Dumbass Trio, but tonight was different. Tonight Marty made one-on-one plans with Buffy so it was going to be just TJ and Jonah. Jonah suggested cancelling but TJ refused and said they could still have fun just the two of them. The plan was to hang out at TJ’s house and play Smash Brothers. Jonah arrived at TJ’s house and was greeted by Amber who looked rather dolled up so he assumed she was going on a date with Andi somewhere. “Hey Jonah, TJ and Cyrus are in the living room getting the Switch set up.” She smiled and he nodded before stepping into the house.

“Cyrus is here?” Jonah didn’t mind, he just didn’t know. Amber nodded before grabbing her car keys from a bowl by the door and yelling out that she was leaving. Jonah walked through the house into the living room where he was immediately faced with TJ on his knees in front of Cyrus who was sitting on the couch, TJ playfully crouched over Cyrus, slightly pinning him to the couch, both laughing wildly.

“Am I interrupting?” Jonah smiled, wiggling his eyebrows as he did so even though no one was looking at him.

“Of course not.” Cyrus smiled up at him as he lightly shoved TJ off of him. “We’re glad you’re here!” He jumped off the couch to give Jonah a bro hug greeting. Jonah then plopped himself down on the end of the couch Cyrus hadn’t been on before he walked in. Cyrus sat back down where he was before and TJ sat in front of him on the floor.

“Ready?” TJ asked after giving Cyrus and Jonah controllers. They started playing and everything was fine. Occasionally in between matches Jonah would steal a glance over at TJ and Cyrus to see TJ fondly laying his head back onto Cyrus’s lap while Cyrus played with his hair. The game continued in much the same way until the dreaded moment approached them. After slurping down about 3 cans of cola it was finally the time for Jonah to excuse himself to go to the bathroom. Leaving the room while hanging out with TJ and Cyrus was a bit of a gamble. When you returned they were either in the same position waiting for you to get back, have somehow gotten even closer than they previously had been, or on occasion would be straight up making out. Jonah excused himself to the bathroom, knowing full well where it is from all the time he’s spent in the Kippen house from when he was dating Amber to all his hang outs with the Dumbass Trio. When he was done he slinked around the corner to peak at his friends before fully walking back into the room so as not to interrupt a private moment or anything.

He peered his head around the corner and sure enough saw TJ had moved up onto the couch and was kissing Cyrus. Jonah felt an odd feeling he never really had before and he couldn’t quite name it. Was it jealousy? Perhaps but not because he had a crush on either TJ or Cyrus, but more so jealous of the relationship as a whole. He wished he could have someone he cared for who cared for him like how TJ and Cyrus cared for each other. He sighed before fully walking into the room, attempting to make some kind of noise so as to alert his friends that he was there. “I’m back.” He said, feeling overly awkward when they pulled away and looked up at him.

“Sorry.” TJ said before shuffling his way back down to the floor in front of Cyrus. “Ready to play more?” TJ asked.

“Actually I’m kinda tired, I think I’m just gonna head out.” Jonah said. It wasn’t a total lie, as his recent revelation that he wasn’t as super ok with being single as he thought he was had tuckered him out. “You two have fun though.” He said before heading towards the door, “Not too much fun though!” He yelled at them from the door and he could hear TJ’s hearty laugh boom through the residence in response.

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Jonah sat down at a random table in The Spoon and waited for his friends to show up. It was one of those days when they were all seven going to hang out together and Jonah was excited, he loved spending time with his friends. A few minutes pass and Jonah heard a bell ring above the door, he turned to see who it was and it was Amber and Andi. He waved them down and they came over to his table and sat down across from him.

“Nobody else is here yet?” Andi asked and Jonah shook his head.

“No, not yet.” He shrugged, not thinking anything of it.

“And looks like never.” Amber said before showing her phone to the other two revealing texts from Cyrus.

Cyrus: We’re so sorry guys, we forgot about our plans to all hang out today and TJ, Marty, Buffy, and I are going on a double-date.

Cyrus: We’ll make it up to you!

Cyrus: We promise!

Jonah let out a sigh before the waitress approached their table to take their order and Jonah smiled up at them as he ordered. Amber, being a co-worker and good friend to her could see she was falling for Jonah’s charms and that sparked a curiosity in her she needed answered. “So, are you still single Jonah?” She asked casually after the waitress had walked away.

“Ambs, don’t put him on the spot like that.” Andi whispered into Amber’s ear although she was well aware he could probably still hear them as they were sitting literally right across from him.

“Yes, Amber, I’m still single, why are you asking?” He cocked a brow at her and she shrugged.

“No real reason I suppose.” Jonah gave her a look she knew all too well. “Alright it’s just you can charm people so easily. Literally half the people in here would probably kill to date you.” She said before reaching her arm around Andi and pulling her close.

“So?” Jonah never understood subtlety, it’s not his specialty.

“So, why don’t you date someone?” She said simply only to be smacked on her arm by her girlfriend.

“Stop, he’ll date again if he wants to.” Andi reprimanded.

“There is a part of me who wants to try the relationship thing again.” Jonah sighed and it was now Andi’s turn to cock a brow at him.

“Oh really? Any reason?” Andi asked before taking a long swig of her milkshake before passing it over to Amber so she could do the same. It always amazed Jonah how she could change on the dime like that.

“There may or may not be someone I’ve been interested in getting to know better.” He mumbled and both of the girls’ eyes opened wider. “Also I miss all the cute stuff, like hand holding and cuddling and little kisses goodbye.” He suddenly felt embarrassingly aware of the fact that the things he was describing were coming from his past relationships with the girls sitting in front of him. “Never mind, what are you two gonna do today?” He shrugged and tried to change the subject.

“You can’t just drop that truth bomb on us and expect us to ignore it, Jonah!” Andi said with her eyes so wide Jonah was worried they might fall out of her head. “Who is it? How long have you known them? Do I know them?” Andi questioned, this time her girlfriend was the one having to corral her.

“Slow your roll, like you said, don’t put him on the spot like that.” Amber calmed her down by gently running a hand through her short hair.

The food then arrived and suddenly all of Jonah’s anxious feelings were channeled into his hunger. “Oh yay foods here, let’s eat!” He said hoping his change in tone wouldn’t be suspicious. It was but the girls ignored it and also began eating.

All of them finally together, what Jonah had wanted for a while. They were all seven chilling out in Cyrus’s basement, laying around on couches, drinking soda, eating junk food, playing ping pong, anything they wanted. It was like a mini party just for them.

“Cyrus can I ask you a question?” Jonah asked pulling Cyrus aside. Cyrus nodded to let him know to continue before taking a sip from TJ’s soda he was holding for him while he, quote unquote ‘beat Marty’s pathetic ass in ping pong’. “Is it ok if I invited someone else?”

“Absolutely! Just let me know and I’ll tell my mom to bring them down here when they get here.” Cyrus smiled and Jonah smiled back at him. Jonah had to admit he was freaking out a bit. He hadn’t told anyone except for Amber and Andi that he was even thinking of getting into another relationship, what will they all think if he’s just suddenly in one? That he was faking it to avoid being the eternal third wheel? That he rushed into it to avoid being the eternal third wheel? He didn’t know but he was sure it would always come back around to him being the damn eternal third wheel. Jonah shot them a text message and let Cyrus know they were on their way. ‘It’s now or never, Beck.’ Jonah thought to himself.

“Guys I have something I want to tell you.” Jonah said loudly to get all of his friends’ attention. They all stopped what they were doing and looked at him, confused. “I’m seeing someone.” Jonah said bluntly and all his friends began smiling, TJ and Marty even jokingly cheering like he had just won a big prize or something.

“When can we meet them?” Andi called out happily.

“You already have.” Said a familiar voice as they walked down the stairs into the basement. They walked right up to Jonah and grabbed his hand before giving him a peck on the lips as a greeting. Everyone, except Marty and TJ, gawked at the pair.

“Wait who is that?” Marty asked and TJ shrugged.

“I’m Walker, Jonah’s boyfriend.” Walker smiled and Jonah felt a nervous jolt through him at that word. He didn’t like labels and Walker knew that, but Jonah also knew that it was the easiest way to sum up what they were to each other so he let it slide.

“And Andi And Buffy’s ex-boyfriend!” Amber exclaimed and Andi blushed.

“We never technically dated.” Andi commented.

“Did he ever date my boyfriend?” TJ asked bluntly and Cyrus shook his head. “Oh then I have no problems, welcome to the group, dude.”

“Yeah but he’s my girlfriend’s ex so I don’t know if I feel the same way.” Marty huffed only to have Buffy walk over and wrap her arms around him.

“If it makes you feel better I broke up with him because I had feelings for you.” She smiled up at him and he blushed.

“Alright I have no problems either, welcome, bro.” Marty smiled and the group laughed.

They all dispersed and went back to doing whatever they were doing. Jonah let out a relived sigh, happy his friends took it so well.

“I told you the world wouldn’t end if we told people about us.” Walker joked before swinging their intertwined fingers.

“I know, I know.” Jonah joked back before looking directly into Walker’s eyes and continuing “Thank you for coming and being there for me.” Jonah smiled seriously and Walker responded by leaning down and kissing him. They kissed for who knows how long until they heard a whoop and jumped back in surprise.

“I guess we have the answer to whose the most lovey-dovey couple, eh?” Marty joked and Jonah rolled his eyes.

“Nah TJ and Cyrus are still worse!” Jonah countered with a smile.

“No we’re not! We have the common courtesy to wait until you leave the room to make out, you and Walker just did that right in front of everyone!” TJ said back with a playful smile.

Andi rolled her eyes before speaking up, “Ok can we go back to just hanging out before the Dumbass Trio start fist fighting over who gets more action?”

“Yeah especially since it would all be wrong because that title clearly goes to us.” Amber added while wrapping an arm around a now blushing Andi’s shoulders.

The group shared a laugh before doing as Andi suggested and going back to just chilling with the people they hold dearest. Jonah smiled contently as he rested his head on Walker’s shoulder while sitting next to him on the couch. “I like not being the third wheel.” He whispered and Walker smiled.

“I like it too.” He leaned down to press a kiss to Jonah’s head.

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dingdonghun · 6 years ago

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Much Needed "Us" Time

Genre: Fluff (as usual)

Characters: Hyunwoo, the others, y/n

Word count: 10,697 characters

It has been a long time since I've been motivated to write, yeah?? I did this all on mobile at work lmao why am I like this? Motivation comes at weird times.

Summary: Your fiance is Hyunwoo, better known as Shownu, and he has been away on a world tour for what feels like forever. Meanwhile you've been dealing with stressful deadlines and nonstop work. Life is stressful, difficult and exhausting, but you have something that never fails to make all of those worries melt away.

It had been a long, grueling couple of weeks. Sleep was hard to come by, paperwork seemed to be in the masses. The days were long and the nights seemed longer. It has been weeks since you had last seen your fiance, Hyunwoo. He video called you when he could, but that just wasn't enough on the harder days. The good news, however, is that Hyunwoo is coming home tomorrow! The excitement made it way too difficult to focus on the paperwork in front of you.

Your boss seemed to be taking advantage of your timid nature, because he kept giving you high piles of work with short deadlines and it finally seemed to be getting to you as you sat at your desk, staring down at the project you had been working on for the past four hours. Though your eyes were looking at the words, your brain was so exhausted that it refused to take in any information. With a heavy sigh, you leaned back in your chair. Alright, fine, I forfeit. Your eyes shifted to the clock on the desk.

Oh, crap! 3:00 AM?

You promised Hyunwoo that you would stop doing this, but there was only so much time in a day, and if you didn't get it all done by the deadline, you risked your job. You refused to rely on Hyunwoo or either of your families. You wanted to prove yourself to his parents.

Glancing at the window, you stared at the stars in the sky, your cheek resting in your hand as you propped yourself up at your desk. The last thing that went through your mind before you inevitably passed out in your chair was how beautiful the night sky was tonight, and you wondered if Hyunwoo was thinking the same thing, too.

"YYYY/NNNN!"

A loud deep voice yelled from the entrance of the apartment, followed by many other voices chatting and laughing together, startling you from your sleeping position on the table. As you turned to look at the doorway, you immediately noticed the entirety of Monsta X coming towards you. Unfortunately, it was painfully obvious that you had slept there, based on your messed up hair, exhausted expression and your last work sheet, stuck right to your forehead thanks to the aid of hours of pressure as well as sweat from sleep.

Jooheon was the first member to enter the room, your best friend since high school! He was the one who introduced you to Hyunwoo and the others after he debuted.

An enormous smile spread across his lips, his dimples prominent, farther expressing the joy he felt, finally being able to see his best friend again. "Y/N!!!" He paused mid-stride once he finally noticed the paper stuck to your forehead, then proceeding to burst into laughter.

Much faster than you, he pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of your confused face as the paper remained fastened to your forehead.

"Joo, hey! Stop it!!"

You jumped up and tried to grab your best friend's phone, but he held it out of reach and laughed at your attempts to jump up and snatch it.

In the middle of your struggle, another voice piped up among they laughter.

"Jooheon stop teasing her!"

It was Wonho. He was always so protective of you, like a little sister, despite not knowing you for very long. You always thought maybe he just felt responsible for you since the two of you had so much in common and you got along so well.

Wonho playfully hit Jooheon before turning and giving you his famous bright smile. He reached up and pulled the paper from your face right before pulling you into a tight hug.

"It's so good to see you again, y/n! We all missed you so we came with Hyunwoo to visit!"

Before you could respond, Jooheon pulled Wonho away and wrapped you up in a hug as well.

"Hey, she's MY best friend, don't interrupt!"

Once again you were interrupted before you could reply, tugged away from Jooheon by Changkyun and Minhyuk. They both squeezed you between them in a tight hug, talking over each other.

"Hyung, you're hugging her too tight, she's not a guy!"

"YAH, she can handle it, you underestimate her!"

"Do not!"

"Don't yell at me, punk!"

While the two were distracted with their playful bickering, Hyungwon pulled you from their grasp and hugged you in a gentle and silent embrace.

With a big smile, you hugged him in return. His presence was always calming to you.

"We are happy to see you again, y/n, its been so long."

"It has--"

You were interrupted once again by Kihyun tugging you away gently, hugging you to himself.

"Y/n, are you okay? Did those two annoy you? Wonho didn't bruise you did he? Ugh, these boys."

With a laugh, you reassured him that not only were you not annoyed or hurt, but incredibly excited to see them all. You hadn't expected ALL of them to come to the apartment, just your fiance.

Where is Hyunwoo??

Before you could seek him out, you felt Wonho tug you from Kihyun, quickly followed by Jooheon trying to get you back from both of them.

"I would never hurt y/n! I am very gentle with her, you know!"

"Ahh, hey, why are you all tugging her around like a rag doll?!" Jooheon growled in a pouting tone.

Just then, you felt two strong warm arms curl around your shoulders from behind, gently prying you from all of the members' grips and back against his chest.

Tilting your head back, you looked up to see Hyunwoo smiling down at you silently, before placing a soft kiss to the red spot on your forehead, which had formed due to sleeping on it for hours. Immediately you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach, just like they always did when you saw him. Your lips curled up into the biggest smile, which your fiance constantly stated was just like the sun.

He must have been hanging back to let all of the other members greet you first. He had always been so kind and patient with everyone, especially the members.

The majority of the others pouted, most audibly being Jooheon, of course.

"Ahh Hyung, no fair, we missed her too!"

Hyunwoo simply chuckled before walking you out of the room clumsily, arms still wrapped around you from behind. Since he refused to let you go, it looked more like two penguins waddling away. Admittedly, it was kind of cute.

"You guys go pick out a movie to watch, alright? I need to catch up with y/n for a while."

That was all it took before all of the members ran off to go argue over the genre of movie.

Once Hyunwoo sat down on the bed, he spun you around on his lap to face him, his arms resting loosely around your hips.

"You slept on the desk again."

You winced. Should have known that was coming...

You frowned up at him, trying to pout your way out of a lecture, but to no avail. He simply raised a brow at you.

"Awe Hyun.. I don't know how else to get my work done by the deadline, what if they fire me?"

"You need to stand up for yourself. You're killing yourself at this rate. Your body can't handle all of this work and sleepless nights."

You sighed. He was right, and you knew it. You were just scared of the possible consequences.

Hyunwoo's fingers gently tilted your chin up, his eyes meeting yours.

"Y/n... You know if anything happens, we can get through it together. I won't let anything bad happen. We are in this together. You promised me you'd take care of yourself."

With a nod and a quiet whine, you thumped your forehead against his chest.

"You're right, I'm sorry... I will talk to my boss about it... I'm sorry I always worry you. I'm worried about you, too, you know."

You always tell him this, so he is more than used to it by now, simply responding with a grin.

"I know. I will take care of myself if you take care of yourself."

You wrinkled your nose, a playful display of distaste due to his tactful manipulation. "...okay, fine, deal--"

Before you could finish your sentence, Hyunwoo's arms were around your waist and tugging you against his chest, his lips crashing against yours with a sense of urgency. He was a patient man, but everyone has their breaking point, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

"I missed you so, so much." He whispered against your lips, not giving you time to reply before pressing them back to yours once more.

His lips were so soft, just like always. You felt at home in his arms, and tilted your head to the side to deepen the kiss. Hyunwoo raised his hand up to brush your hair behind your ear with the most gentle movement, then settling on you cheek as his other arm tugged you as close as you could be.

You chuckled gently against his lips, which both of you knew was a cover for how flustered you had become. "Hyun, maybe we should wait until the other members aren't literally in the other room?"

He shook his head, resting his forehead against yours while looking into your eyes, his hand not once leaving your cheek.

"So? Its our apartment. We can do what we want."

"Hyun- oh my god--" your laughter was interrupted by the sound of the door swinging open. Jooheon was there, making a disgusted expression at the two of you.

"Ahh Hyung, you couldn't just wait? Stop sucking face and come to the living room, we picked out a movie!"

You groaned in embarrassment and hid your face against your fiance's neck. You could practically feel his dumb grin.

"Alright, we are coming. What did you pick out?"

Just then, there was a shout that clearly belonged to Minhyuk, coming from the living room.

"THE LION KING, WOOHOO!"

The both of you laughed before Hyunwoo picked you up with his arms around your stomach, your back to his chest now, and carried you out into the living room. He was significantly taller than you, so you kind of just dangled there in the air as he held you. An embarrassed groan left your lips as the other members laughed at your misfortune, which they prefer to label "cute".

Once in the living room and finally released from your fiance's grip for the first time since he got a hold of you, you ran to heat up the hand made honey and bbq chicken wings you made for him the day before.

You didn't expect all of the other members, but you made plenty to share, knowing how big of an appetite Hyunwoo had, and carried the huge bowl into the living room, much to the excitement of everyone there.

Once everyone settled down and got ready for the movie, after arguing over who you'd sit next to (Hyunwoo's lap was of course the winner of that discourse), Kihyun turned on the movie and Changkyun turned off the lights. Once you settled back into Hyunwoo's chest, his arms protectively wrapped around you. You opted to feed him the chicken so that he didn't have to let you go, which of course was (mostly) his idea. Nobody will hear any complaints though.

The worries and stress from the weeks upon weeks of deadlines and excessive work melted away the moment everyone had come and woken you up, and it hasn't even crossed your mind since then. They were all like your family. You couldn't ask for a better one, and even if you had, it probably wouldn't exist.

To the surprise of no one, you fell asleep in Hyunwoo's arms only 20 minutes into the movie.

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krissewrites · 7 years ago

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Single Father!Taehyung - BTS Imagine

requested. this is the best concept i’ve ever heard. let’s go.

first of all

has two kids

twins, in fact (a girl, taegeuk and a boy, taekwon. 5 1/2 years old)

he loves them so much

they’re all he ever talks about

he was not married before

the mother of his kids gave him full custody

she isn’t in their lives

so he has actively taken the role of mother and father

“no, don’t eat that!”

“okay... but just a little?”

“that’s not a little taegeuk no--”

dresses them in matching outfits

an example being taegeuk in a sailor dress and taekwon in a sailor suit

actively forces bangtan to love his kids as much as he does

“jin look at my baby girl she is sweet and adorable and all i care about”

“taehyung i just want to eat”

“yoongi look at my baby girl she is sweet and adorable and all i care--”

his kids are just as rowdy and goofy as him

but his son is a little more introverted

tries his hardest to get his son out of his shell but never really gets anywhere with it

just let him play with his legos taehyung god

taehyung is convinced his daughter loves jimin more than him

“say daddy!”

“jimin”

*googles how to change his name legally*

they were born in july

so every july taehyung refuses to focus on anything other than his kids

his favorite game to play with them is hide and seek

but his own little version

he’ll wear a tie around his eyes to hide his vision and tell his kids to run off and hide

and ends up searching through the house listening closely for their little giggles

which only makes him giggle

okay but is that not the cutest picture you’ve ever imagined

he always finds his daughter first

and she’ll rat out taekwon

“where is he?”

“i’ll never tell!”

“how will i ever... make you... tell me...”

insert taehyung tickling his daughter to death

when he finally finds taekwon he smothers him with kisses

and his daughter is clinging to his back

“i’ll save you taekwon!”

my heart

you can’t pay him enough to leave his kids

but unfortunately, the time comes when bangtan has another comeback

and he is forced to part with his life source for a few hours each day

and when those days comes he searches the ends of the earth for the best babysitter

nothing less than the best is acceptable for his babies

so he goes through extensive background checks and weeds it down to maybe, if hes lucky, three people

where from there yoongi and namjoon will have to choose for him

“they’re all qualified for the job taehyung”

“nope. no they’re not. i can’t do this they’re coming with me”

and it was that time of year for taehyung once more

and you were one of the three who were considered to care for his pride and joys

and yoongi ended up choosing you

“why’d you choose her?”

“... seemed nice.”

“that’s not good enough oh my g--”

you were given a schedule that day

you were to be at the house at 3 am so he could leave for the mv filming

and you were exhausted

you didn’t bother to do anything to your hair or wear makeup

so you just showed up at his doorstep in a giant hoodie and leggings

and when he opened the door he was a little anxious

he was busy putting on his shoes as he kept telling you everything about his kids

while you roamed around the living room, looking at all the toys he’d spoiled them with

“taekwon likes seafood but he’s allergic to it so don’t--”

“they need to rest at some point during the day so make sure--”

“they love the park down the street so please--”

you’d finally assured him you’d do everything you could to take care of them and pushed him out of the house

where he reluctantly got into a car and made his way to the film site

and it was finally quiet

day after day you’d come to his house at odd times, one day never being the same as the other

you’d have dance parties with them

and play “superhero” with them

in which you were the villain

thus leading to two toddlers tackling you to the floor and refusing to let you up in “the name of victory”

some days taehyung would even come home to his kids cuddled up to you on the couch

with a book on your chest

and all three of your snoring

and it warmed his heart so much to see his kids comfortable around someone

one day in particular

it was around noon when taehyung was getting ready to head to the studio with yoongi

he opened the door and greeted you

by now it has come to where you just walk right in

and that day you walked in to the toddlers playing doctor in the floor together

in which taegeuk was the doctor and taekwon, reluctantly and against his will, the patient

taehyung was trying to stick a pin to his tee shirt that his son got for him for fathers day

when the two toddlers came running to you

“mommy’s here!”

and taehyung pierces the needle into his chest

immediate falling onto the couch and yelling

“oh my god taehyung”

“dad?”

“bring me some napkins!”

“i’m fine, i promise i’m just--”

taehyung literally never looked at you the same way after that

before you were just a good baby sitter who he (quite frankly) couldn’t wait to get rid of

because that meant he could be with his kids again

but now he wanted you around as much as possible

“hey, y/n, could you be here by three?”

“aren’t you off today?”

“taegeuk has been crying over you all day”

she hadn’t been crying over you all day

she mentioned you once and then went back to playing with a totoro doll

so you gather up a small backpack, throw on a hoodie and trek to tae’s

after about an hour of playing hide and seek with taehyung, taeguk, and taekwon you end up putting taekwon to sleep while tae put taegeuk to sleep

and taegeuk was quite the hugger so she was attached to taehyung by the hip

so imagine taehyung on a small twin sized bed, surrounded in stuffed animals and sharing a cover that only took up the length of his calfs

playing with his daughters small hands

thankfully taekwon wasn’t a hugger

so that meant you were free to go

“i’m working next week, right? i’ll see you th--”

“wait!”

taehyung had jerked upright, his daughter clinging to his neck

so now hes sitting up right holding his daughter against his chest

i wish i was dead

“did you make them call you that?”

“call me what?”

“mom.”

you promptly tell him you had nothing to do with it

and you really just assumed that you looked like her

which opened a whole other topic

so you made yourself comfortable by sitting on the small bed in front of tae

“where is she, anyway?”

“who?”

“their mom.”

“we don’t talk about her.”

taehyung then began to tell you about the whole ordeal

how they were high school sweethearts

and had children out of wedlock

and they didn’t have any intentions of marrying each other either

she eventually gave birth to them

and although the original plan was for them to share custody

a month into their life she just packed up and left without an address

taehyung hated when their little faces grew solemn as they saw kids with two parents in the parks, grocery stores, etc.

and they’d always ask why taehyung was the only on they had

and where their other parent had gone

it broke his heart

so when he saw them growing attached to you

he couldn’t help but grow attached as well

“they’re sweet kids, tae.”

“they mean the world to me.”

and at some point in the night

during the lengthy conversation you had started with taehyung

you fell asleep against his shoulder

so now not only did he have his daughter wrapped around his neck

but now he had a grown woman leaning on his shoulder

but it didnt bother him too much because he fell asleep too

you ended up waking up to the screaming of two toddlers

taegeuk, crawling onto her fathers bed in clothes she dressed herself in

aka a mix-matched mess with taekwon’s shirt on (backward) and shoes on the wrong feet

and taekwon poking your cheeks

“daddy! mommy! wake up!”

“taegeuk let mommy sleep”

taehyung slowly ends up waking up, trapped in the weight of three people simultaneously

“taegeuk, why are you up so early?”

“did you and mommy sleep good?”

although taehyung wasn’t keen on the fact his twins decided to call you mom

he wasn’t against them being happy

“yes, we did.”

comeback season had come and gone and taehyung was back at home daily

but he always made sure you were there before the kids woke up

because he loved seeing them wake up smiling to you every morning

it actually became a full-time job for you

taehyung never actively tried to pursue a relationship with you

but he did have cute pet names for you

“honey, where’s my favorite hat?”

“how about takeout for lunch, love?”

“darling, we should go to the beach.”

and the kids ate it up

you got to see them grow up a lot, too

on their sixth birthday you got to put the candles on their cake

“make a wish!” and they did

taehyung, being the pup he is, badgered them about what they wished for

“did you wish for a car? a dog? a kiss?”

and taekwon piped up

“i wished for mom&dad to kiss”

“i wished for them to get married”

“my wish was better”

“mine was!”

taehyungs face got so red when he looked at you

“did you tell them to say that?”

“no. did you?”

“no.”

“well--”

“... lets get married”

“stop joking i hate you taehyung--”

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(Hellfire Club AU fic! Rated PG-13 for a sexual situation---nothing happens, just suggestiveness--and some sexist language from Fabian. Note: This is very much set in an AU, so if something confuses you--like why Monet is a young adult while Emma is still in her coma and why Nigel Frobisher is still alive when Courtney Ross joins---that’s why.) Their invitations were scrutinously examined, the great grand doors were opened for them and they stepped into the marble foyer. Anne Marie was immediately beset by a few members of the female staff---all attired as was de rigeour for the Hellfire Club --- gushing over her, saying how happy they were to see her again. Anne Marie took it in affectionate stride, seeming neither shocked by the warm welcome nor refusing it, and instead happily embraced them back and allowed herself to be led away by the hand at a healthy pace by them. Some of them did smile invitingly at Fabian, in their trained way, and his lip curled in return, part in smug appreciation part smugger dismissal. Fabian did not like the girls employed by the Hellfire Club. The way they strutted around in scanty costumes for everyone to see disgusted him. Though it did not disgust him so much that he didn’t look too, of course---and take advantage of what the club offered. If it was on the table, why say no? But he still judged the fact that it was on said table in the first place. He’d indulge later though. He couldn’t let his mind get clouded too quickly here. Speaking of that, he didn’t like the Club’s tendency towards an abundance of psychics either. Luckily though, Emma Frost was comatose, and he was safe from the powers of his cousin Manuel so long as he had Anne Marie by his side--he’d have to retrieve her soon enough. Poor Anne Marie, she believed the Inner Circle's claims that all they did behind the scenes was for the betterment for mutantkind!

Well, there was some truth to it, he supposed---it certainly benefited a select number of mutantkind. Very select. That was who was in attendance in tonight, mutants only. Mutants who were already either members, who were interested in joining, or who the Inner Circle was themselves interested in. For instance, just over there was Monet St. Croix, the wealthy daughter of a Monacan ambassador. She’d once had the looks of a fashion model---now she had the looks of a fitness model. Why did women do that to themselves? And a few yards to her left, in dresses of lilac and violent, were Betsy Braddock and her girlfriend Kwannon, whom he could swear shared a mind. It was unsettling, how he could be talking to one and not know which she was, even though they were different races. And approaching him now, her loyal lapdog Nigel Frobisher at her side as ever, was the Club’s replacement white-clad platinum-blonde backup bitch queen, Courtney Ross. At least she wasn’t as slutty as Emma---though her high-necked gown also meant he couldn’t subtly eyeball her cleavage while he talked to her. Just as well, he supposed; best he kept all his wits about him when it came to her, same as her predecessor. He didn’t know what kind of powers she possessed, but she must have them if she was here---and most of the Club didn’t need them to be dangerous anyway. “Mr. Cortez, how delightful to see you here,” she said, “And how...unexpected.” Impertinent slag. He took her white-gloved hand, which gleamed with her signature opals and moonstones, and kissed her knuckles out of politeness as was expected, and resisted the urge to grant a subtle insult in return, instead saying, “I’m so glad I am, Ms. Ross---it means that I have the pleasure of seeing you.” She laughed as she withdrew her hand, but Fabian got the feeling she’d have laughed the same way at a dog that had just performed a trick. Speaking of dogs... “Where’s Anne Marie?” Nigel asked, glancing around, “Did she come with you? I brought Vixen, she loves Vixen.” Fabian couldn’t stop his lip from curling the second time that night as he watched the emasculated buffoon bounce the pet fox mildly in his arms, perhaps to calm the creature in this hectic environment, or simply to emphasize to others that it was there. He couldn’t believe any man could be so desperate as to even desire his sister. Of course, if he’d known Nigel a little better, he might know that while Nigel hit on every woman in general, he did seem to have a certain type that Anne Marie fit.

”Anne Marie is otherwise engaged at the moment,” said Fabian, a hint more coldly, but only a hint, “I’ve been meaning to track her down, though----you know that child, can’t leave her alone for a minute!” ”Oh, please let me know when you do,” Courtney touched her hand to her flawlessly foundationed cheek, “I do find your sister so very engaging.” Before Fabian could reply, they were joined by none other than Sebastian Shaw, Black King of the Hellfire Club, and its unspoken leader. Selene and Courtney might fill equal seats in name, but Fabian knew where the real power lay. He was good at that, at picking out the top dog in any kennel, the creme de la creme in any dairy, the crown jewel in any diadem. But he also knew that simply because Shaw was head honcho now didn’t mean he had any control over these two women either. They were very much free agents he dared not interfere with. Fabian couldn’t blame him; he wouldn’t challenge the likes of them either. Another thing Fabian was good at---never underestimating an opponent, potential or otherwise. Male, female, human, mutant, he never let these factors cloud his judgement when it came to taking the measure of someone he might have to take on. Shaw affected a jovial attitude, making the requisite greetings and welcomes, but Fabian felt, as he always did when Shaw approached him or anyone else, that Shaw was really just there to check. Check for what, Fabian didn’t know. But something. Conflict, perhaps, to quell or exploit to his own ends. At least that’s what Fabian would do, and thus as far as he could figure. He invited them to a game of chance, but while Courtney was delighted (Nigel looked rather nervous) Fabian politely refused, saying he really needed to find his dear sister before settling into the fun and games. In reality, he just didn’t trust the telepaths to play fair---sure the building had psi-dampeners, but it was their building---and he had no doubt Shaw knew every cheat in the book too. He probably wrote it, in fact. Ugh, this was supposed to be a place to cut loose, but he couldn’t even have a drink to calm his nerves, because he didn’t want to risk dulling them even a little around these cutthroat sharks. Becoming privy to the Inner Circle---if not yet an actual titled member---had turned what was a den of hedonism for everyone else into a place of paranoid abstinence for him. Still, it would be worth it for the power he could get here if he played his cards right...just, not literal cards. But instead of seeking out his sister as promised, he retired in one of the Club’s many private rooms with a trio of girls. He sat while one started by rubbing his shoulders. When he closed his eyes and his lips parted, she took her left hand from his shoulder, hooked her index finger finger, and began rubbing him under his chin near where his neck attached to his jaw. Oh, oh that was nice. He leaned back so head resting against her chest, turned and cheek pressed against exposed top of her right breast. Bless these costumes. Without opening his eyes, he gestured in the air with one hand, speaking to either remaining girl, “You, come over here.” When he could feel her close to him, he then ordered, “Start unbuttoning my vest.” When she began, he grabbed one of her wrists, “No, don’t bend over to do it---get on your knees. There’s a good girl.” She obeyed, and he put his hand on the top of her head, stroking her hair as she undid the buttons, nuzzling the bosom of the one behind him. ”Now the shirt,” he breathed, and gestured again, this time to the third, “You too, you come over and--” Just as he had grabbed hold of her and been about to really get busy, the door opened. It was Tessa, Shaw’s...secretary, or sex doll, or whatever she was...so he couldn’t yell at her. “Fabian Cortez,” she said in her ever-flat robotic tone, “There is a conflict in the game room.” When he arrived there he saw the ‘conflict’ for himself. Courtney was being helped to her high-heeled feet from the floor by a begrudging Betsy and Kwannon, while Monet looked on in her typical judgmental apathy. Across from Courtney, expression triumphant and aggressive, was Selene, her black-gloved fists clenched, psychic power brimming around her. Between them stood Anne Marie, stance stalwart, fixing the Black Queen with a harsh, determined gaze. As Fabian took in the scene, Nigel emerged out from under a nearby chair, Vixen nowhere to be seen, and half-whispered to Fabian, ”Selene attacked Courtney---something about undermining her power base behind her back---and your sister stopped her! I think they’re---” ”Fighting with their minds now, yes,” said Fabian, “Even Anne Marie knows better than to touch that woman physically---I hope.” “You challenge me, child? I who have seen the passing of centuries?” Selene laughed, “I can feel you trying to break into my mind. What do you plan to do once you’re there, I wonder? I almost want to let you in the find out, I won’t be affected by whatever you try anyway.” There was no answer from Anne Marie, only her unending stare. Unlike Selene, she didn’t need to defend, she could put all her energy into an attack. Selene was no great telepath like Frost, and thus Anne Marie’s own psionic abilities blocked her out automatically. Whereas Selene was having to fight against Anne Marie to keep her out. And for all her boasting, Selene knew she was at risk---not just of losing the fight, but, far worse, losing face before the Inner Circle and their guests. Any blow to her image as an impenetrable predator, and the jackals would swarm her in hopes of taking a piece of her power for themselves. So she begin to make use of her other power, summoning her telekinesis to assault Anne Marie physically, to break her concentration. It started with a nearby vase that flew at Anne Marie, who blocked it effortlessly with her arm. it shattered, but her gaze never wavered from Selene. More decoration did the same, and bigger too, and Fabian doubted it would be long before Selene simply risked turning her mental energy to full offense and crushing Anne Marie with the floor itself as she had once tried to do to Shaw. Indeed, the hardwood had begun to ripple under her in threat of exactly that. And still Anne Marie stood, throwing back every mental force she had. ”Enough games,” Selene raised her hands, “I could have forgiven your interference--but you signed your death warrant when you did not submit to the Black Priestess, mistress of the---” THWACK! Selene toppled forward, unconscious, felled by a kick to the neck from behind and above. It was Viper, Prince of Madripoor, operative of both HYDRA and The Hand, and Courtney’s bodyguard. She had leaped down from somewhere in the ceiling, having apparently been lurking up there should the White Queen need her. Fabian hadn’t even thought she’d been in attendance tonight. He supposed that was the plan. ”Such an egregious display,” she purred, as Courtney joined her proudly at her side, “First to assault my mistress so rudely---and then to toy with a sweet little girl like that!” Fabian wondered if they had been watching the same fight. ”Shaw, what should we do to her?” said Courtney, “I take it there’d be no objection if I killed her?” ”You’re welcome to try, madam,” said Shaw, “Myself, now that the show is over, I think I’ll have a drink in my office.” Cortez, care to join me? Fabian heard Shaw’s voice in his head, surely relayed there by his pet telepath Tessa, If your sister needs no attendance, of course. Fabian looked at Anne Marie, who simply shook her head, dog-like, as though coming out of a daze, then beamed over at him. Looking back at Shaw, he sent a mental affirmative. Since the message had been relayed psychically rather than spoken, despite Shaw being right there, Fabian assumed Shaw didn’t want the others knowing about the invitation. Therefore, he did not follow him immediately. Instead, he waited around a bit. When an argument began---the others had been betting on the fight, and only Kwannon and Nigel had correctly predicted Viper’s interference, and there was some debate on if that was fair from Nigel, since he surely had foreknowledge she was there---he took his opportunity to slip away. Tessa let him into Shaw’s office, then stood guard dutifully outside it. Smiling, Shaw stepped from behind his desk passed a glass of cognac to him. Fabian took it, planning how to only seem to drink it. ”I know you instigated this weeks ago,” said Shaw. He sounded amused. “Set this up. Whispered in the right ears, knowing it would reach Selene, and that she’s one of the few of us who would act so overtly, as she initially tried with me. I wonder, did you mean to eliminate Ms. Ross? Or simply set the women against each other? Was Anne Marie getting involved an unplanned error, or a way to make it seem like you, by extension, oppose such conflict? Perhaps endear Ross to you in future endeavors? If that’s your goal, give up, she doesn’t understand gratitude. She’ll just think your chivalrous sister is easy to manipulate. Of course, if that’s what you wanted...” “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” said Fabian. No defensiveness, most certainly no rudeness, just a matter of fact reply. Shaw smirked a bit, and looked more amused than ever, “I could have Tessa pluck it from your mind, you know. But it matters little to me.” He drank from his own glass, “So long as you’re not threat to me---and you’re not---I think I shall enjoy watching more of your games, Fabian.” Placing one hand on Fabian’s shoulder, he steered him towards the door, but not without another smile, this own knowing and unpleasantly eager somehow. “Expect an invite to our next event.”

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