#what happened to smashing down 1 or 2k words on my phone and thinking: “Yeah this is good and probably has no mistakes at all; let's go”

[multifandom-nerds-blog]

Me: I'm just gonna summarize the basic plot points from Asterix pov after he got hurt in God save Britania so I can get to what I wanted to write. Like in my whump fanfic based on mansion of the gods.

Also me: Includes every Asterix scene in the second half of the movie as a soft rewrite with his injuries and him not being able to deal with his own emotions.

I finally reached the fight against the romans at the end of the movie. Which means I am not done with my soft rewrite of the movie plot part yet. I have over 5k words now. I'm debating if I should have just rewritten the entire movie from Asterix pov at this point.

I am nowhere near writing the scenes I wanted to write. TT

Anyway. The Oneshot now turned into a two shot. Not for pacing reasons, though it makes sense for pacing at this point as well, but so I actually have reason to return to it in case of a writers block. This just turned way longer than I thought it would.

[snarkwrites]

Title: snowbound pt 1 of 2/3

Theme: snow

Fandom / Character(s):Ben Solo/Kylo Ren x Earth!FemaleReader.

Warnings: First up. I preface with two strong warnings.. I am not a medical professional in any capacity. Second, I am only kind of a casual Star Wars fan, so Idk how things work in their universe as compared to here on Earth. The actual warnings here are blood!tw and injury!tw. Again, I remind you. I am neither a veteran star wars fan nor a medical professional. So, some things may be entirely wrong. And Ben Solo is most likely written totally OOC as he is not a character I am used to writing, by any stretch although i love him with my whole heart... Anyway... The warnings are: Blood!TW, Injury!TW, OOC fandom character and a strong dose of hurt comfort / fluff in the next parts I kind of hope i get to do for this. This part is so long because I was using it to sort of set things in motion..

Word Count: 2k. Listen, I was setting things up and got carried away, rip me.

Listen... You all just don’t fucking understand how much I love Kylo/Ben... I know, I know, he’s a bad guy. Anyway, this is me doing something I’ve literally been dying to do, a scenario in which Ben somehow winds up Earthbound just in time for the holidays...This is my daily entry for my bb @champbucks over on the @12daysofchristmas challenge blog...

OH YEAH.. for the sake of a timeline here.. This part takes place around the end of November/beginning of December. Part two will take place two and a half weeks later and part three will take part a day or so, maybe two, after part two. Trust me, this needed to be said.

Also, again.. I made the banner for this. Don’t steal or repost.

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“What the hell?”

The boom from outside had the windows to my grandma’s old cabin rattling and I quickly sat up just in time to look out the window at the head of my bed to see a bright flash of blue as it disappeared beyond the treeline across the road.

,, Curiosity killed the cat, remember?” my brain nagged at me the whole time I was slipping on the jeans I’d worn earlier in the day. That nagging only grew as I slipped on my warmest boots and by the time I had my daddy’s old shotgun loaded and I was heading out the door, I wasn’t entirely sure if going over to see what the hell was going on in the woods across from my house was a good idea or not.

I mean yeah, the odds were that some idiot kids were racing around Deadman’s curve and one crashed.. Or a drunk trying to drive home on an icy road hit black ice and lost control… At the thoughts of what probably happened, I stopped in the middle of the road and felt my back pocket.

As soon as my fingers grazed the cool weight of my cell phone, I took a deep breath and started to walk towards the woods on the other side of the little country road.

My eyes were adjusting to the semi darkness, so when the wrecked craft came into view just a few feet into the trees, I had to stop and really stare at it, rubbing my eyes.

“What the fuck?” the words left my mouth in a soft gasp as all the breath left my body. I knew exactly what I had to be looking at by now… And rather than turn and walk away, back to my grandma’s cabin, I kept moving closer. Pushing through bushes and trees and overgrown weeds and dead grass as I made my way towards the clearing to get a better look.

I knew it probably wasn’t a good idea, because everybody knows there’s a damn good reason we have a military base on the outskirts of our little town and we all know they’re not testing weather balloons out there.. I knew that if this were a military thing, there would most likely be a cover-up.

So I did what anybody would and I pulled out my camera, recording the crash site and taking a few pictures of the craft as I walked around it slowly.

I froze completely when I heard a wounded groan.

Now, I’d assumed that whoever crashed whatever this… Thing.. Was… they’d gotten the hell out of dodge as soon as the crash was over.

,,Or they were dead on contact because the impact was really hard.’’ my brain finished. I glanced all around the clearing that the craft crashed in the middle of. Everything was silent. Almost deathly silent, as if something had come along and sucked up all the sounds and background noise. I shivered and hugged myself, swearing under my breath about not having the presence of mind to stop for a jacket or grab my first aid kit on my way over here...

A scream died on my lips when I felt a strong grip wrap around my ankle as soon as I stepped closer to the wrecked craft, bending down to peer inside, my phone out and ready to call for emergency services.

When I looked down, after I dove away as quickly as possible, of course, I swallowed hard and tried to find words.

“Help.”

As he said it, I got the distinct feeling that this was not a word he enjoyed saying, not at all.

I could only nod and when my brain finally felt it had enough time to process what was going on, it kicked into overdrive.

“Can you pull yourself out?” I finally managed to ask the question.

“Trapped.” the word came on the heels of words that were totally unfamiliar to me, yet somehow I knew instinctively that this guy had to be swearing up a storm and in immense pain.

I guess tonight’s one of the few reasons I’m glad I went into the medical field instead of becoming a horror novelist or a starving artist like I used to want to when I was a kid. Tonight my years of school and training and the experience I’d gotten thus far as an intern at the hospital in town was all going to come in handy.

Because the lack of military vehicles or police by now only meant one thing to me.

The military either didn’t know yet so this gave me a chance to finally do something about the way they were polluting the water supply and making people sick or… Nobody knew about this.

Laughing softly at the thought that I might’ve stumbled onto an alien crash landing, I bent lower, peering into the smashed window and I dug around in my jeans pocket until I found my dad’s old pocket knife.

“I’m gonna.. I’ll try to cut you out, okay?” I muttered. He grunted, a light pained scowl playing at gorgeous and full lips.

I leaned inside a little, swearing as I felt shards of glass.. Or whatever the material was on the windows, digging into my hand..As soon as I got a good look, I realized that he wasn’t trapped by a harness or belt of any kind.

He was trapped because when the craft he was inside made impact, the damn thing basically folded like a soda can. I winced. Drawing a few sharp and shaky breaths, the fog from their warmth lingering in the air as I tried to stop and think.

I should be calling EMTS. I should be leaving him here because everything I’ve ever learned about accidents of any kind clearly predicates that if someone is hurt and you don’t know how fucking bad, you don’t move them.

But here’s the problem with that knowledge and my current situation… If I didn’t do something, then either that military installation was going to get away with the shit they’ve been doing the past few years since they mysteriously popped up on the outskirts, show up to finish this guy off in the time it took me to get help on the way… And then they might just do me in also because I had evidence and proof that they were up to something shady out there... Or… They’d find him and take him back to the base and do God only knew what to him.

,, but he might be an alien…” my brain gave me the gentle reminder and the counter argument arose almost immediately, ,, he can’t be. He looks like I do. He looks human. I can’t just turn my back and leave the guy… If he is military and they do realize what’s happened, he’s as good as dead… And I cannot live with someone’s blood on my hands.” 

And with that thought, I proceeded to try and figure out the safest way I could to go about breaking years of protocol that had been drilled into my brain.

I started with the obvious. I leaned in, my body brushing against him as I raised my hand, pressing my fingers to his neck, feeling for the jugular so I could attempt to see if his pulse was steady.

He groaned quietly and I explained in a hushed tone, trying to keep him calm, “I’m trying to take your pulse… to make sure it’s okay to move you if I can get you loose. Because we’re gonna have to get you out of here somehow.”

He merely nodded. I almost asked if he spoke the same language as me, but that was a later question. I was still operating under the assumption that I was working with a very small time frame, either way. 

Because even if the military didn’t know what happened out here, they would soon.. Because this just felt like something they would be aware of or become aware of. And I wasn’t going to let them get their hands on the guy, especially when he was injured and far too weak to fight them off.

Or so I thought…

,, where the hell am I? What happened? Need to.. Get out of here. Get back to the others.”

I heard it so clearly that for a second or so, I thought he might’ve actually spoken. I answered quietly, “You’re in Montana. Apparently, you crashed whatever the hell this thing is. If you’ll be still and stay calm sir, I’m trying to get you out of here. We have to hurry. If those damn military guys realize what happened and come down, we’re both probably fucked.” and continued checking him over.

I dreaded what I was about to have to try and do, because if there was any internal injury, I was about to make it worse. The goal, I decided mentally, was to move him as carefully but as quickly as possible.

He gritted his teeth and gave another long and wounded grunt as he seemed to pick up on my rush and started trying to maneuver his legs free from the part holding them in place.

“Okay, whoa. Easy, sir. Stop moving, damn it!” I said frantically, eyes widening as they settled on the dark depths of his eyes.

He glared at me, speaking in a calm but firm tone. “I have to get out of here.”

“And if you’ll go about this carefully, like I said before, you might actually live through this. I don’t know if you’ve been injured internally or not. I won’t know how severe your injuries are until I’m back at my cabin. I’m hoping that since you’re vocal enough to be an entire stubborn ass right now, that you’re really not seriously injured.” I snapped back because he’d snapped at me just seconds before.

He eyed me, almost wary. Almost as if he weren’t entirely sure whether to trust me. But I stared him down, firmly as I could. He managed to get his legs free and clear of the way they’d been pinned somehow and if I hadn’t thought the guy might be strong as an ox when he grabbed my ankle before, I now knew that fact beyond a shadow of doubt.

Oh, he grunted and groaned and growled in pain the entire time, but he seemed to be entirely too stubborn for his own good, too hell bent on getting himself out.

Once he was slowly pulling himself through the busted glass and lying on the snow, I cleared my throat. He winced and gritted his teeth as he pulled himself to a sitting position in the snow. The form fitting black garment he wore on his upper body was shredded in a place or two from the way he’d pulled himself through the window of the wreckage.

“Do you think you can walk? Because we need to figure something out.” I asked the question as I worked on keeping calm. But I was in a bit of a panic see, because internal injuries are difficult to spot and often, they go unnoticed until the person injured either dies or suffers massive complications. And I knew that me, moving him as little as I had and then him freeing himself from the wreckage somehow and all that movement… It was tempting fate, in my own opinion, but I was that determined not to let all this be covered up or to have this man’s blood on my hands.

He looked as if he were going to attempt it and I stood, holding my hands out to him to at least try to help him. But after the second or third attempt, the fight or flight response within me kicked in and I was… Growing impatient to get him indoors and both of us hidden away somewhere safely.

“I’ve got an ATV up at the cabin. It’s literally just across the road at the top of the hill… I need you to stay here and stay hidden. Are we clear?” I didn’t mean to bark it at him like an order, I guess I just assumed at the time that if he were a soldier who worked that base, he was used to it.

He bit his lip and eyed me.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” that firm tone, I won’t even begin to go into the effect it had on me, but I was the one who wasn’t injured and didn’t possibly have the US Armed Forces about to pop up at any second, so I had to act as if nothing he did or said had any sort of effect on me at all.

And god was it ever hard!

“Which one of us crashed a fucking piece of government property and is injured, sir?” my hand dragged through damp hair and tugged a little as I tapped my boot against the crunchy snow covered forest floor.

“ The ship is mine.” he corrected. I eyed him with a brow raised.

“Whatever you say. Either way, arguing semantics with you is not getting either of us to my cabin.”

The searing pain that shot through my palm as I rubbed it against my jeans had me grimacing, but I tried to ignore it. He stared me down, head tilted slightly.

“Alright. I’m going now.” I turned on my heels and I bolted up the hillside, hurrying so fast across the slippery pavement separating me from my cabin that I nearly slipped a time or two and I finally got to the shed that I’d parked the ATV under after riding it along the creekbank earlier to look for fallen trees I could use as firewood.

The keys were still in the ignition. I jumped on and fired it up, biting back a pained whimper as I curled my hand around the handlebar and that only put more pressure on the wound that I didn’t even realize I’d gotten trying to help the man out.

I shoved out the pain and focused on getting back across the road as quickly as possible. And in the back of my mind, yes.. I did find it more than a little odd that nobody had come down. The neighbors a mile away from me have to have heard… Then I remembered that Herb and Isla were out of town, in Kentucky with their oldest daughter and her family for the holidays.

,, c’mon lady luck, don’t fail me now.” the thought came and went and I took a shortcut through the treeline that I knew would put me straight in front of the crash site. Now I just had to hope to God that the guy was okay and he hadn’t left the scene.

Right as the crashed ship came into view, I spotted him trying yet again to use the wreckage to pull himself to his feet and I rushed over.

“You’re a stubborn one.”

“Trying to..” he took a few heavy breaths and grumbled before continuing, “Get back home.”

“And you can do that.. The second you’re at least partially healed, sir. I’m gonna…” I trailed off, awkwardly positioning myself against his side so that he could use me as a crutch and lean on me to get to the ATV so I could take him back to my place, “Lean on me.”

But the guy was an actual fucking giant.

And normally, in a non life or death situation, I’d have been absolutely mesmerized by… Pretty much everything about him. But tonight, I was too focused. Too intent on getting both of us to safety.

,, daddy always told me curiosity killed the cat. Now look what I’m smack in the middle of.” I thought to myself, grunting a little as he leaned into me heavily, my arm around his lower back and his arm around my shoulders as he clumsily tried to make his way to the ATV.

Once I got on and he managed to get himself on behind me, I took off. “Might wanna cover your face.”

And a minute or so later, as I parked the ATV right at my porch steps to make it a little easier to get him inside, he eyed me warily again, this time questioning, “Why are you doing this? Don’t you know who I was?”

“What do you mean was?” I asked the question, all the worst possible scenarios flashing through my mind. And that adrenaline surge from earlier that I had yet to come down from? A little more panicked.

He muttered something and shrugged, putting a shoulder around me again as he grunted and managed to get himself standing.

The light overhead on my porch caught on his bloodied pants leg and I grimaced. “Well, pretty sure that’s a broken leg.”

I kicked open the front door with my foot and helped him into my living room, letting him sink down onto the couch. After I got him all settled in, I rushed around my pantry gathering up my medical supplies that I kept on hand.

And I wandered back into the living room, taking a seat on the handmade heavy wooden coffee table in front of my old plaid couch. “You’re gonna have to… Take off the shirt..”

He eyed me, this curious gleam in his eyes that quickly vanished when I firmly repeated myself.

His eyes caught on my palm and he eyed my own smaller wound, then fixed his eyes on me. “You’re dripping blood on the floor.”

“And I’ll worry about that as soon as I’m totally certain that aside from a possibly broken leg and a few cuts and bruises, you’re fine.” I insisted, a firm tone of my own as I started to tug the ripped fabric up and over his body. I grimaced at the older scars and bit my lip as I surveyed the bruises already starting to form against pale skin. “Are you in any pain at all when you breathe?”

Bear in mind here. I am still only just an intern. So I haven’t actually had to deal with a whole lot in the way of injuries. The most I’m currently allowed to do is make rounds and do consults, checking in on patients to let their actual physician know what they might need or how they might be feeling on that particular day.

So this was all trial by fire for me.

One glance at his well muscled body had me definitely continuing to think that he was one of the guys from the military base and I made a mental note to maybe NOT turn down Carrie if she offered to set me up with one of the guys her fiance knew in the future as I had been doing.

He cleared his throat.

“A little.”

“Most likely dealing with a bruised rib or two. I’ll wrap those for now.. I’ll call in a favor with Dr.Albertson in the morning...I don’t think he’ll tell anybody.”

The man nodded, agreeing.

I went back to cleaning and patching the wounds I could patch and then I turned my attention to his leg.

“I’m going to have to cut your pants leg…”

“Or I could take off my pants.” 

I eyed him as soon as he said it because truth be told, not only did he have me flustered in saying it, but also, I couldn’t entirely tell if he were being helpful at last, or if he were being a flirt.

As if to prove he was serious, he rose up slightly, unfastening the black pants he wore, working them down his hips and I have literally NEVER… ever.. Turned away and tried to still catch a peek as I did in that moment.

“Christ. You could’ve given me a second to turn.”

“Why?” he tapped my shoulder as he asked the question and I turned around.

 My breath caught in my throat and I quickly had to refocus myself. Because if I thought taking his shirt off was a bit of a distraction… Then him sitting there pantsless was.. A bit more.

I bit my lip and my eyes settled on the lower portion of his leg. The swelling was bad. The leg was definitely broken. I sighed and clucked my tongue, shaking my head. 

“I’m gonna have to call in that favor with the old man now. Because this can’t wait to be looked at. And I need to be sure you’ve got no internal injuries.” I stood abruptly, nearly doing so fast enough that I almost landed on top of the guy.

He eyed me and I pulled back and away from him, raising to a full stand. Walking quickly into my kitchen and sliding the pocket door closed behind me.

“Hey, doc? I know it’s late, but if you get this, can you please swing by my grandma’s cabin on your way home tonight? I need your help. And I need someone who can be trusted to stay quiet on what you’re gonna see.”

I’d just walked back into the living room when my cell phone rang in my hand.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’d rather explain when you get here, doc.”

“I’m on my way now. Just grabbing my equipment.”

“Thank you, doc.”

“I always told you and I promised your grandma when you were knee high to a grasshopper. If you ever need me, kid, I’ll be there.”

I hung up and sank back down onto the coffee table, letting a deep breath escape my mouth. The adrenaline was starting to wear off finally and all I could do now was… Process everything. Try to figure out just how far up the proverbial creek I might’ve gotten myself.

The man shattered the silence in the room by clearing his throat and reaching out. I eyed him, a brow raised.

“What are you doing?”

“If you’re not going to do something about your hand, I’m going to.”

“It’s fine. It’s a little scrape.”

“There’s blood caked on it.”

Something in the look he gave me had me extending my hand. It almost felt as if I wasn’t in control of myself, though I didn’t realize this until much later…

His larger hand gripped mine carefully, holding it on bare legs.

“You still haven’t put any pants on, what the hell..”

“If you called that person and they’re going to come and examine me, doesn’t make sense to.” he didn’t look up as he answered, instead, focusing on swiping the cloth that I’d gotten as a spare in case I needed a clean one for his wounds. When the light overhead caused something in the wound to glisten, I tried to yank my hand free in a hurry, but that sensation was back in my mind and his grip on my wrist tightened to a point where I couldn’t move.

“Be still.”

That firm tone again, honestly, fuck him for it.

“Fine. But I feel like I should remind you, I am a medical professional. I could get this looked at when Doc arrives.”

“Well, I’m doing it now.” he stated calmly, as if I had no say in the matter. And when I opened my mouth to argue, to insist I could just wait the ten minutes it would take Doc to get to my cabin, nothing came out.

He gave me this smug look as he took my tweezers and worked them into the cut, making me bite my lip and take a few deep breaths.

When he finally got the shard free, I pulled my hand back, cradling it against me.

He eyed me, amused it seemed.

“I’ll clean it out and wrap it now, thanks.” I mumbled in a softer tone, giving him a small smile and thanking him.

Now, we just had to wait on Doc to arrive...

[gdxnicky]

Snowed In

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Jimin x Female Reader

Word Count: 2k

Part of @seakay05’s One (1) Prompt Collab, under the category [your prompt thingy here!]

A/N:

Park Jimin is not the typical Korean man. He is a world famous idol that works incredibly hard to make his family and fans proud of him. Yet, not many know how hard he works to take care of the one he loves, his Jagi, you. The two of you have been dating for two incredibly amazing years. You met him after,  you had won tickets to a BTS concert with a meet and greet of the group, to your surprise. The two of you had begun talking through social media, the seeds of friendship had been planted and soon bloomed into a relationship of love. 

Recently the group had finished up a world tour and decided to take a bit of a much needed hiatus. You had flown him to Alaska to spend some time with him just in time for Valentine's day. You had decided to take him to a lavish log cabin chalet for a romantic getaway. However, unfortunately the weather was not in your favor. Only two days after Jimin and you had arrived, your plans were smashed to pieces when you were snowed in. You decided that now it was time to improvise. You brought your Valentine gift for him with you, but your extravagant plans of ballroom dancing and a lovely meal need some augmenting. 

The first few days of your vacation Jimin and you had been snow tubing, building snowmen, having snowball fights, and drinking a lot of hot chocolate. Although he did not say, you could see from the fatigue on his face and bags under his eyes that the world tour and the past few days were catching up to Jimin. He was absolutely exhausted, so you let him sleep while you decided what you were going to do for the man you love on the day of love. You start by getting showered and dressed before you spend the day making the most lavish meal and dessert you can muster. 

As you get out of the shower and get dressed there is a knock on the front door. You are slightly nervous as to who or why because not many people know where you are. You walk over to a window and look out to find a game warden. You walk over to the door apprehensively and open it.

"Hello sir, may I help you?" You inquire while looking him over.

"Hello ma'am, I am Officer Baker with the Alaskan Game Wardens. We have been going around to cabins to make sure everyone has what they need for supplies or if they need any help." He explains politely as he extends you his card.

"That is kind of you Officer. Um… I think we are all set. Thank you for your concern though." You reach out and take his card.

"Well if at any point you need anything please do not hesitate to reach out."

"Okay. Thank you." You reply with a gracious nod. He begins to walk off and you close the door. You walk back towards the kitchen, set down the card on the counter, and turn on your bluetooth speaker to your favorite mix of BTS songs before getting started. 

You get all your ingredients out and lined up with all your measuring cups and kitchen tools. You look over what you have and decide to make him a blueberry cheesecake for dessert with a graham cracker crust and kimchi stew. You start with the cheesecake so that it has time to bake and set up while you cook the rest of it. As you cook, you dance around the kitchen and enjoy the music. You are so into what you are doing that you completely lose track of time. Suddenly you look at the clock and realize it is 5 in the evening. You start to grow concerned about Jimin because he has been asleep for a long time.

You walk towards the bedroom when the door opens and see Jimin walking out. 

"Oppa, you are finally awake," You say excitedly with a smile beaming on your face.

"Jagi, what time is it?" He asks while rubbing the sleep from his eyes, which widened in shock once you tell him how late it had gotten. "Why did you let me sleep so long on Valentine's day? I thought you had things planned."

"I did have things planned but the snow outside kind of put a damper on them. So I improvised. Plus you were exhausted and needed to sleep. Don't worry though love. You can make it up to me on White Day," You explain, poking fun at him. 

"Well then, what are the plans?" 

"I made you your favorite meal and a dessert I figured you would like so we can have a nice meal by candlelight. Then I have a gift for you."

"So I probably should go shower and get dressed to spend time with you." He smiled so fondly at you, warming your heart.

"Yeah, you probably should. I will go set the table and put on my finishing touches." You lean in giving him a sweet little peck on the cheek before walking back towards the kitchen.

You do as you say and finishing getting everything ready for your meal which you feel proud of and know he will enjoy. You grab some unscented candles that you had brought and light them, you also grab your gift for Jimin that you had hidden away just to be safe. He walks out looking so handsome in his jeans and button up shirt. He looks at the table and sees the candles, gift, stew and cheesecake as his mouth drops in awe. 

"Jagi, you did all this?" He asks completely astonished by what you have done. You just nod in response. "This is lovely. Thank you." He comes over to you and gives you the tightest hug and a kiss on the cheek. You let out a giggle.

"Shall we eat then?" As you break the hug and walk toward the table. You stop at your phone and change the music to a playlist you made of songs that make you think of your time with him. He pulls out your chair for you and you take it after pouring him a glass of wine but omitting yourself. He does not think anything of it, knowing you aren't the biggest fan of wine. 

The two of you sit down and enjoy your meal as he tells you all kinds of stories from different things that happened during the tour. You just sit there soaking in the happiness he is exuding. As much as you missed him while he was gone you know that he loves being on stage and making Army happy, which makes you happy.

Eventually he slows down long enough for you to hand him his gift. You make him wait to open it as you turn the music off and start to record him. He opens the box gently as he looks to wonder what could be so good that you are recording him. He takes the top off and pulls out a square piece of paper that is black and white, slightly fuzzy, a sonogram. You can see the puzzled look on his face but can't help but grin. Next, a small yellow Chimmy plush followed by a baby onesie that says "Joonie, Jinnie, Yoonie, Hobi, Appa, TaeTae, & Kookie." He stares at it for a moment then looks back in the box to find a positive pregnancy test in the bottom with a note. "Hi Appa, will you please save these for me until I am born. I can't wait to meet you. Salanghae. Baby Park. Due in September." Tears start to form in his eyes as he looks up at you. 

"Jagi, are you serious?" He mutters as his voice quivers and cracks. 

"Yes. I am serious."

"I am going to be an Appa?" You nod. "I am going to be an Appa!" A smile stretches across his face as he gets up and comes over to you. He gets on his knees, kisses your belly, and begins talking to the baby. "Hi Aga, this is Appa. I love you. I hope you have been easy on Omma while I have been gone. I can't wait to meet you." He stops after kissing your belly again before looking up to you. "Wait, do my parents know?"

"I haven't told anyone."

He takes out his phone and video calls his parents. He is standing there doing a happy dance as the phone rings when finally someone answers.

"Hi Omma, where’s Appa and Hyungnim? I have some big news to tell you all!" He practically screams at her.

"Jiminie, is everything alright?" She asks, voice filled with frantic worry.

"Yes, everything is fine. I just have news that I can't wait to tell you all." Jimin explains as his dad walks into the room.

"Did you finally ask Y/N to marry you? She is a nice girl and would make a wonderful wife." He playfully picks at Jimin.

"No I haven't. I really need to though." He answers as his brother walks in the room. "Are all three of you there now?"

"Yes we are Jiminie. Now what is going on?" His mother questions.

"I am going to show you my gift for Valentine's day from Y/N and I want to see if you understand it." He than switches the camera mode to pan over his gifts. It takes less than a minute and his mom shrieks.

"Oh my… my… my…" She repeats in a cadence.

"I don't get it. What does those gifts and Boy With Luv have in common." His little brother asks. His father just grins and becomes just as excited as his mother. After a few moments of confusion and bliss, Jimin explains to his brother that you are pregnant.

"Now you really have to ask that girl to marry you." His father explains.

"Don't worry Appa. I got it all planned out. But I am going to call the guys now. Salanghae."

He hangs up the phone and sends a text to the BTS group chat. Hey guys, we need a group video call soon. I have big news that I need to tell you all. Within 2 minutes his phone is blowing up with texts from the guys all concerned about him and you and wondering how the vacation is going. Jimin dances around and kisses your belly some more, singing to the baby, completely ignoring his phone. Ten minutes pass and it starts to ring. All 6 of the other members are in a group video chat while in different places of the world enjoying some rest and relaxation. As soon as he answers everyone but Yoongi start talking at the same time. You sit back and laugh. 

After about a minute Jin loudly exclaims. "Yah, one at a time! Since I am the oldest, I will go first. Jimin, what is going on."

"Yeah" the others say in unison. Jimin doesn't say a word and shows them the onesie then the note. They all start talking in unison again and Yoongi hangs up. A few seconds later your phone starts to ring. It is Yoongi on video call. 

"Hey Suga," you answer. 

"Hey Y/N. Are you ok? Do you feel alright?" He asks very concerned.

"Yeah, I am fine. But you know it is kind of cute to see you being all soft." He starts to blush and act embarrassed. "It is OK Suga. Honestly I am great." You continue to tell him about everything you did for Jimin for Valentine's Day and Jimin's parents reaction. Meanwhile the other guys are still talking to Jimin about who is going to be able to babysit first, who gets to buy what items for the baby, and Jin trying to convince Jimin to name the baby Seokjin.

After a while, the two of you end your conversations and you turn to look at Jimin.

"So I have to ask, what was the best part of today?" You know the answer already you don't even have to ask but you wanted to hear him say it.

"The moment I found out that my beautiful Jagi is pregnant with my baby. That was my favorite." He says with the biggest smile as he leans in and kisses your forehead.

[1000roughdrafts]

Birth and Death

Summary: Y/N was excited for her friends 21st birthday, but when she got a knock on the door she was greeted by two FBI agents with bad news instead of her friends. The things the agents told her changed her life forever.

Warnings: angst, talk of death, written visualization of a dead body, dead friend of reader

A/N: this is written for @spnclassicbingo and kind of a strange portrayal. This is part 1 of I think a 2 part series. We’ll see, but when they’re finished they’ll all be linked appropriately. Let me know what you think of this, please. I’m on my phone so I hope the keep reading insert works okay

Pairings; General (for now, we as writers now how characters can develop on their own lol) 

Square filled: Dead Body

W/C: 2k

Y/N had just finished cleaning the kitchen after putting the cake into the oven for her best friends birthday. As the sweet, vanilla aroma filled the room, she skipped around the kitchen to prepare the decorations. There would be about ten people in her little apartment for the party.

Twenty-one was certainly something to be celebrated, so she thoroughly enjoyed the preparations. She set the vodka, rum and whiskey along with mixers on the dining table before pulling one of the chairs around to put steamers on the walls.

She couldn’t help but to hum her favorite songs as she danced around the room, shaking her hips to the music in her head. She might have even been more excited than the birthday girl, but the truth was that she loved to host parties. Her friends jokingly call her the “group mom” for her efforts in making them safe, happy and healthy. She couldn’t help it. She loved them to no end.

So wrapped up in the music filling her ears, she almost missed the knock on the door. Gasping in excitement, she dropped the cups on the table and skipped to the door.

Instead of the few early friends she was expecting, there stood two tall men with somber yet stoic expressions. One wore a suit and tie with the proper suit jacket. The other wore a long jacket, ironically matching the beautiful, brown locks that he brushed out of his face before both held up their badges.

“Agent Sully and this is Agent Hitchcock,” he says.

She stifled a giggle by way of a hand covering her mouth, “aren’t those television characters?”

The shorter man, in comparison to the other, frowned and ignored her cheerful question and manner. “Ms. Y/L/N?”

His seriousness was enough to shock her into dropping the smile and straightening her posture, “yes, that’s me. What’s - what’s going on? Is something wrong?”

“Unfortunately there is,” the long haired man speaks out, she assumed this was Agent Sully. “Mind if we ask you a few questions?” he adds, gesturing into the house.

“Uh, yeah,” she said, opening her body to allow the men to enter. “Couch is just that way,” she pointed.

Agent Sully gave a small nod, smiling when he took the lead. Agent Hitchcock kept his face tight, examining her house on his way through.

When she shut the door behind them, she offered beverages to which both declined.

Agent Sully found his way to the couch, sitting on the edge of it with his hands folding between his knees. The other agent took his time, eyes scanning the alcohol and banners in the house.

He twirled a finger around, “I take it you're expecting people other than a couple of FBI agents,” he jokes with a chuckle, but the laugh is cold, empty.

She crossed her arms, looking proudly at her decorations and smiling at the formation of alcohol on the table, “it’s my best friends birthday,” she gleamed. “I’m throwing her a party.”

He nodded, lips pressed down. The other man squirmed uncomfortably, opening his hands to hold one out, “well, uh-“ he cleared his throat. “We’ll make this quick then,” he said.

The nosy agent found his way to the couch next to his partner, adjusting his pants and tie as he sat. Y/N stood in front of them, anxiously anticipating what was to come.

“Uh, ms.-“ one started.

“Y/N,” she said, withholding the smile. She was no longer excited about the party, her heart beated in an anxious pattern. She kept her arms folded in front of her as the men exchanged a glance.

Agent Hitchcock cleared his throat, and she couldn’t help to think that he was coming down with a cold and how she could help that. “Are you familiar with a woman named,” he stopped to look at the paper in his hands, shuffling it around to pull a picture out. “F/N?” He said before rotating the picture around to show her.

Her heart dropped, the blood rushed from her face. She no longer felt like she could stand and sat in the chair next to the couch, holding the picture to her face. It couldn’t be. It was her birthday, she was a good girl - what kind of trouble could she have gotten into?

“Miss?” One of the agents whispered, a hand on her knee.

She cleared her throat, fully understanding why the agents had been as well. Yet The lump wouldn’t go away and she suddenly felt like she couldn’t breathe. She dropped the picture into Agent Sully’s lap and moved around the room, absentmindedly opening windows.

Agent Sully stood, “Y/N, do you know this woman?”

“Yes,” she blurted out, hands falling against her side. She focused on the heat from the slap, it was better than the heat in her chest. “What happened? Is she okay?”

“I’m afraid not,” Agent Hitchcock spoke out, voice gruff.

She couldn’t believe it. Her hands found their way to her face, tears threatening to run free. Agent Sully wrapped his arms around her, but only to guide her to the chair once again.

When she sat, she uncovered her face, looking between the two men. She thought they either had no empathy for people or deal with this a lot, as their faces remained stoic as they told her about the death of her friend and asked questions regarding people who might have wanted to hurt her. That frustrated Y/N to no end, her face pressed together and she stood once again.

“What are you getting at?” She screeched. “My friend is - is apparently dead and you’re somehow saying she pissed someone off enough to kill her?” Sh accused.

The men stood, holding hands up in their defense and tried to calm her down. “No, look, Y/N,” Agent Sully said, shaking his head gently. “We just want to get to the bottom of this. We want to bring justice to your friend and find out who did this,” he said, exhaling a breath and dropping his hands. “That’s all.”

When she calmed enough, Agent Hitchcock requested the restroom and headed off in the direction she pointed him. Agent Sully took her in his arms again, and that’s when the tears broke free.

No amount of shock could prevent the pain she felt in that moment. She couldn’t focus on the words he was saying. All she wanted to do was smash all of the alcohol bottles against the wall, rip down the banners and throw the cake away.

Her nose crinkled, and the tears stopped long enough for her to realize she’d never pulled the cake from the fridge. “Oh no,” she cried, running to take it out.

She slammed the pan full of black, burnt cake onto the top of the stove, “damn it!” she yelled, tears pouring out again. Her heavy heart pulled her to the floor of the kitchen, tears running down her face rapidly. Her ears were ringing too loud to notice that Agent Sully had pulled her to a stand and wrapped his large body around her in a hug.

She knew she had only just met this person, but the most important person in her life was dead and it didn’t matter who was in front of her. If they were willing to offer solace, she was going to take it. He pulled one arm away to turn off the oven and then pulled her away from him.

With glossy eyes, she looked up at him, “I wanna see her,” she choked.

He only shook his head, mouth agape. The other agent stood behind him then, shaking his head more firmly. “That’s not a good idea,” he said.

She glared in his direction, “why not?”

“Your friend is um,” the softer spoken agent that kept a comfortable grip on her said, “not in very good shape.”

She ripped her body away from him, glaring at the two men. “Take me to her, please,” she cried.

They exchanged another glance. The tall one seemed to be pleading in her favor and the other reluctantly nodded.

__

The morgue was full of people, mostly ones with lab coats and scrubs on. The two men guided her back to the autopsy room where her friend was. The agent hadn’t lied, she looked to be torn to shreds. Her chest was opened like a zipper, a white sheet covered her from the waste down. Even with minimal visibility from the film of tears over her eyes, she could see deep scratch marks covering her friends face.

She brought her shaking arm up to point at her friends chest, “why is her heart missing?”

The two men looked at each other once again, clearly not knowing what to say.

“Why are you guys so damn cryptic?” she shouted.

Agent Sully took quick steps to her, looking out of the window to make sure no one had heard her outburst. He took her in his arms once again, but she was resisting. She didn’t want to be comforted by people who kept secrets. She wanted her friend. It was her birthday for fuck sake.

“We can’t talk about that here,” Agent Sully said softly.

“Take me to where we can talk about it,” she said, crossing her arms. “I want to know everything that you do, damn it.”

—

The two men led her back to their glossy, black Chevy Impala. She sat in the back and they, in the front, twisted around to speak to her face to face.

Agent Sully, with his hands folded together, spoke out, “my name is Sam and this is Dean. We’re - we’re brothers and -“ he looks at his brother, who nods. Looking back at his angry passenger, he continues in a soft whisper, “we’re actually not FBI agents. We hunt… things,” he said, face twisted as her scrunches into a frown.

“I don’t understand,” she said, head shaking. “You ‘hunt’ Things? What the hell does that mean?”

The driver, Dean, flipped around to face her better, “ghosts, vampires, demons, werewolf’s - that kind of thing. Your friend, I’m sorry, was probably killed by a werewolf.”

Sam scolded him, “Dean, gently.”

“I’m sorry,” he quietly shouted, and she felt that it was very insincere. She was proven right when he put his hands in the air and spoke again, “we don’t have time for this, Sam. It’s still out there, hurting people.”

“Is this some kind of prank?”

“No, this is very real,” Dean said, a little sympathy back in his words. “I am sorry, kid, but it’s the truth. Monsters are real and we kill them,” he said.

“No,” she said to herself, tears falling again. The taste of salt stood on her lips as she repeated the word.

“Look, Y/N,” Sam said, handing her a business card. “If you figure anything else out or hear anything about this - call this number to reach us and we’ll be right there, okay?”

She fumbled with the card, looking down at it but her mind was elsewhere. She was numb, lost and felt like she had nothing.

Finally, she spoke out, “I want to go with you.”

“No,” the two men said in unity.

She frowned, “please?”

“No,” Dean said, “no, Y/N, you know nothing about hunting - it’s too dangerous!”

“Then take me home,” she growled. “I’ll figure this out and do it on my own,” she said, crossing her arms and settling back against the seat.

Dean pointed a finger at her, “you’re not doing that either!”

“I do it with you or I do it alone,” she said, “either way, I’m getting revenge for my friend.”

Dean let out a sigh, he’s dealt with this kind before. The stubborn ones are always the most difficult. He rolls his eyes, turning the engine on and driving back to her house.

When they arrive, he turns back around. “Why don’t you sleep on it, huh? We’ll still be in town, so give us a call tomorrow and let us know what you want to do,” he said, merely just hoping she would comply.

She sighed, “okay.” Opening the doors, they lead her to the house and hugged in parting.

She knew her mind wouldn’t and couldn’t be changed. She was set on this new path, and she didn’t care how many bridges she burned on the way, she was going to figure out what goes bump in the night and do what these two do: no matter the cost.

[idkyeol]

Chubby Girls can't Date Idols 1 (Minseok)

New Series.

Minseok x Reader. Appearances by OT9 & Other SM Artists.

TW: Fat Shaming.

Word Count: 2K

“You’re moving where?!” your mother yelled. You rolled your eyes repeating yourself again. “I’m moving to South Korea. I got a job at a really good company. Did you think this wouldn’t happen? I minored in the Korean language, Mom.” Before your mom could say anything else, your dad jumped in. “I am so proud of you for following your dreams, sweetheart.” He hugged you and whispered to you that he would take care of your mom.

So here were. Bags packed and on your way to Seoul. A 13 hour flight and you would be living your dream. You had finished school with a degree in social media with a minor in the Korean language. You were scared shitless, but swallowed down the nerves as you boarded your flight. You had spent so many years studying the culture for this career and you were confident it would all work out. But nothing prepared you for stares and comments, most people assuming you didn’t know Korean. After your exhausting flight, you made it to your hotel. You would be staying here until your apartment was ready. The next day would be your first day at SM.

The next morning you got and ready. Making your way to work, you knew people were staring. You knew why. You were almost the complete opposite of the tiny, cute Korean girls and floated around you. You weren’t super tall, but you were curvy, all over. You owned. But this was normal in the states. So at first the comments threw you off. Walking into the SM office you’re sized up by the receptionist, before she says “I wonder what this whale is doing here.” Before she stood up, smiled, and attempted to address you in broken English. You raised your hand for her to stop and spoke in Korean. “This whale is here for her first day as the new social media manager.” You smiled as her faced dropped. She made a phone and you sat down. You had interviewed and spoke to everyone over Skype, so as soon as you saw a face you recognized you jumped up, greeting her. “Hi Amber!” she smiled and hugged you. Your test for the job was to work with Amber on her web series, so you guys had become pretty close over the last couple of months. “How was your flight?” she asks. You tell her everything, right up to now. Including the receptionist, knowing she can't speak english. Amber grows visibly tense. “I am so sorry. People in Korea are pretty blunt.” You laughed, “Oh I know now. Especially because I made her aware that I speak Korean.” This caused her to laugh out loud. “Follow me, I'll take you to the boss man so you can get settled,”

The first few hours of your day was spent filling out paperwork. When it was time for you to have lunch, Amber offered to go with you. The both of you made it down to the cafe. You saw a couple of boys you recognized from the music videos you had to watch. As you’re sitting down, you hear a group of girls behind you commenting on your weight and appearance. Amber grits her teeth but you assure her that you don’t mind. Which was true. They were small-minded and you weren’t going to let that ruin your day. As the last girl spoke, you heard someone start yelling at her. Everyone turns and looks. You don’t recognize him but you listen to what he’s saying. “How dare you talk about her like that. Especially you Soohee, You weren’t exactly the skinniest person when you first became a trainee. You need to show more respect for your noona.” The girl looks around at everyone watching her. Before she can flee the situation you hear the man yell again. “You need to apologize to her now.” The girl rolls her eyes and gets up to leave. “I don’t have to say anything to anyone.” She attempts to get to the door and is grabbed by the arm by another man, who pulls her back over to you. He says as calmly as he can. “Apologize now, our you’re done being a trainee at SM. You know better than to talk bad about your superiors.” She rolls her eyes again, which doesn't go unnoticed by either man. The one holding her arm pulls her away. “Okay you’re done. We’re going to Sooman now.” You and Amber are speechless as the other girls apologize. Before you can thank him, the mystery man is gone.

As your walking back to your office, you talk with Amber. “That was crazy intense.” She laughed, “Well yeah, I was going to report her. If you break rules in front your superior or senior band members without a good reason, your trainee contract is terminated.” You hug Amber goodbye and go back to your office. Right around 2pm you’re a manager’s office. He proceeds to explain that your first assignment is going to be for EXO. You’re tasks are to help them write out thank yous in English as well as starting working with them on what they want social media wise for their comeback. You make your way to their practice room where they’re waiting for you. You knock and are told to come in. They all gather around and you begin. You’re a little starstruck and forget to speak in Korean. “Hi guys! I’m the new social media manager.” You wait for a response before you hear one of the guys in the back translate. Then the boys erupt into chatter. You hear one sentence that throws you off. “Minseok-Hyung! You’re right. She is cute.” You feel your cheeks heat up. The boy who translated came over and said “You speak Korean don’t you.” You nod your head and you’re rewarded with a gorgeous heart-shaped smile. Then you start talking in Korean and all the boys shut up and look at you. That’s when you notice him. Your mystery man from the cafe. He looks like a deer in headlights. You smile and thank him for standing up for you.

After the meeting is over, you leave so the boys can have dance practice. You start making your way down the hall when you hear it. “Wow, I didn’t realize that EXO had to work with someone so fat.” You heard a door behind you shut but didn’t see who was watching. You spoke up. “Well they had to do something. EXO was complaining about all of their other managers were bitches.” The girl’s jaw drops and you hear someone laugh. You look over and see Xiumin. The girl runs off. Then he speaks up. “That was good, considering she was our old social media manager.” Your hand flies up to cover your mouth. He senses your fear. “Don’t worry. I saw the whole thing. I got your back.” Then he smiled. The cheesiest, gummiest grin you ever saw and your heart jumped. “Well thank you for that Xiumin.” Before you can leave he yells. “Call me Minseok, please noona.” You whip your head around. “How do you know if I’m older than you or not?” He tenses up and start stuttering. You chuckle. “Minseok, I am your noona, relax.” He smiles and you walk away. Your first day over, but couldn’t have been better.

The next morning you had to immediately report to EXO. It was time to start getting down to business. You walk in and all of the boys smile. You were still have trouble with their names. One of the boys ran up and handed you coffee. “This is for you noona. We didn't know what you likes so Minseok hyung got you his favorite, iced Americano.” You smiled. “Well good job, because this is my favorite too....” You trailed off hoping the boy would tell you his name. He laughed and pointed to himself, “I’m Baekhyun. But you can call me baek if it’s easier to remember” You smiled and jokingly said. “I should just have you guys wear name tags.” The door burst open and the leader of the group came in. “Here ya go guys, Name tags so our noona can learn our names.” This causes everyone ins the room to burst into laughter. When lunch time rolled around you were getting ready to leave when Chanyeol spoke up. “Don’t leave! We ordered lunch for all of us. So we could bond.” This caused a roar of laughter to rip through the room. “God Chanyeol, you’re making us sound lame!” Chen exclaimed. As you sat and ate with the boys you told them about everything that’s been going on since you got here. All of them looked really upset until Minseok spoke up. “Yeah but she totally put that bitch, Yoona in her place yesterday.” They laughed. You explained to them that you have pretty tough skin and have no problem calling people out. The rest of the day was spent helping all the boys with their personal social media accounts. Even the members who had them, but hide them. You made sure their accounts were locked down so no one could find them. Which was a task because none of them knew how internet security worked. Some of them had already been found and had to delete their accounts.

And that’s how EXO became your brothers. They made sure no one talked bad and if they heard anyone they were quick to defend you and smash the person. After you hit your 3 month mark, you were considered permanent. When that day came, the boys decided to surprise you. After work was done, they invited you back to the dorm to have dinner. This was your first time visiting them. Most of the time a few of the boys ended up at your apartment. It was almost like having 8 roommates. At this point, you stilled hadn’t met Yixing. He was super busy working on his movie and shows in China. Only coming out for concerts, which hasn’t happened until now. As everyone piles into the dorm you hear someone yell. “You guys are finally home!” Yixing runs in and hugs all the boys. When he gets to you he smiles with a puzzled look on his face. Baekhyun starts to explain who you are. “This is our new social manager! I told you about her Xing.” He smiles and hugs you. “Yes! of course. I’m so glad to finally meet you.” The rest of the night goes by with no issues. After dinner, Junmyeon hands you a present. You look at the boys confused as you open it. It was a contract. As you read through you gasped and felt the tears come up. Jongin jumps up and hugs you. “You’re ours forever now!” The contract was your new permanent SM contract stating that starting the next day you exclusively worked with EXO. Which meant, spending every waking minute with them.

As you’re hugging all the boys you see yixing talking to Minseok but cant hear what he says. “So Minseok, how is your little crush on our managers going?” Minseok slaps his arm causing Yixing to laugh out loud. When you got to Minseok you hugged him and thanked him. He lingered in the hug a little, which didn't go unnoticed by you. After the commotion died down, you helped clean up. Once you realized how late it was you said your goodbyes. Before you could leave Sehun spoke up. “Noona, did I leave my black Nike hoody at your house?” You think for a minute. “I think so! Walk me home?” you respond. What you didn’t notice was that Minseok was about to ask you if he could walk you home. Sehun walked towards the door and you followed. Looking back to see a sad Minseok with Yixing comforting him. You became confused, but quickly shook it away when Sehun yelled for you.