i am going to print this out and hang it on my wall

100 Dialogue Prompts
  1. “Where the hell did that baby come from, Marissa?!" 
  2. “Did you destroy the world AGAIN?”
  3. "What do you mean you’re a serial killer?”    
  4. “Listen, you can’t just keep shoving people off the sides of cliffs.”
  5. “Oh my god. I thought you were dead.”
  6. “That wasn’t there before”
  7. “So what now?” “I have no idea, I thought that would kill us”
  8. “I can’t believe you’re married to death, again!”
  9. “Assassination would seem to be a better career, with your skillset.”
  10. “It’s not my fault that the snails committed mutiny!”
  11. “It’s situations like this that make me question why I follow you anywhere.”
  12. “Where did this dog come from?”
  13. “Did you remember to take the skin off?”
  14. “I was going to ask what you’re doing, but at this point, I don’t think I want to know.”
  15. “Why is there a corpse in the bathtub?”
  16. “What in tarnation”
  17. “I love you, I’ll make you love me too”
  18. “This would be a lot easier if you sat still.”
  19. “You see, it all began when it spoke back.”
  20. “This is the pit where we keep the cube that screams.”
  21. “Why did you steal my door?”
  22. “Why didn’t you just listen to me…”
  23. “Hey, you finally made it!”
  24. “Wait, there were only three of them. Why are there now four?”
  25. “How do you ‘accidentally’ hit someone hard enough to rip a hole through time and space?”
  26. “Why is there bloodstains on the floor, honey?”
  27. “… Why are you… eating tacos at 3 AM?” “Why not?”
  28. “Why would you train your gerbil army to take over the world and enslave humanity?!”
  29. “Are toasters supposed to float?”
  30. “Honey, did you eat the dog”
  31. “Hey bro, where’s our sister?” “Um… we don’t have a sister.”
  32. “Wanna help me steal a giraffe?”
  33. “I told you that you would regret it, now we’ve ended up like this.”
  34. “Why are your clothes all wet? Why are you covered in glitter? Why does your sister have wings? Ah- get off the carpet! It’s getting all wet!”
  35. “You’re not actually sure, are you?”
  36. “What do you expect me to do? I’m a magician, not a wizard!”
  37. “Dad? What are you doing here? This is a spaceship.”
  38. “Mom says I can’t burn the city hall with you. She said that we’re going to my aunt that day.”
  39. “You….you just don’t understand..”
  40. “Okay, so. No more caffeine for you, that’s apparent.”
  41. “Where were you last night?”
  42. “Okay but have you seen what my hair does?! I kills people!”
  43. “I don’t think you understand the term 'dead or alive’, because I don’t know if this thing IS dead or alive”
  44. “What do you mean, ‘there wasn’t a murder weapon’?”
  45. “Time flies, but I can fly faster.”
  46. “You just crashed with MY podship into that wall and all you say is »It’s just a scratch«?”
  47. “Now sweetie, don’t get scared when you hear the gunshots, okay? Just don’t come to the house.”
  48. “and… why do you have a gorilla in your room again?”
  49. “Okay, last question: why is there an owl in the fridge?”
  50. “Well shit, you’re hotter than i was expecting.”
  51. “It turns out, space isn’t actually the final frontier”
  52. “If I had hands right now I would choke you.”
  53. “…why did you think it would be a good idea to set that on fire?”
  54. “Close your eyes, sweetie. They can’t get you then.”
  55. “That tiger, that tiger eats humans”
  56. “I swear, if ONE more person comes at me with their hot dog buns–”
  57. “If you would have just kissed them, we wouldn’t be in this mess! Now we’re tied up on traintracks about to be smushed like bugs!”
  58. “Do I want to know why your'e in my apartment wearing only sport shorts which are quite tight?”
  59. “What do you mean that woman wasn’t you?”
  60. “Why is there a dog on the couch?!”
  61. “Stop dude stop, you scared the dogs.”
  62. “What on earth made you think the banana was a good idea?
  63. "Do I want to know whats in the box”
  64. “Wait, no! Please don’t leave me here, it’s getting dark. Have you not heard the stories of the things in these woods?”
  65. “Those were shoes yesterday”
  66. “Can I at least put on my socks first?”
  67. “Why is the Devil in your living room?” “It’s Saturday, Tom. Date night.”
  68. “John, get your damn death ray off of my cat’s bed. You’ve given poor Fluffy radiation poisoning!”
  69. “I get it, you think I don’t care about you. You think I want nothing to do with you… And you’re right.”
  70. “No. Not after last time.”
  71. “What made you think you could survive this?”
  72. “No! I never said you could reenact General Sherman’s Total War tactic from the Civil War! We’re gonna get arrested!”
  73. “Why does our 8 y/o daughter think that THAT werewolf is her pet dog?! He’s been terrorizing our entire town!!”
  74. “Have you even bothered to consider your options before deciding to bungee jump into the Pacific?”
  75. “That is NOT how you bury a dead body, Jared!”
  76. “Do you know where the cat is? I haven’t seen it in two weeks…”
  77. “You did what?!” “It’s not that big of a deal” “You killed a man!”
  78. “But you love me, don’t you? So you’ll forgive me.”
  79. “I don’t care.”
  80. “You’re a fucking asshole, you know that, right?”
  81. “You’d be surprised how flexible a sloth can be.”
  82. “Oh great, the world exploded…. again”
  83. “I dressed up for THIS?”
  84. “Why? And how?”
  85. “Would it hurt you to tell me exactly where we’re going?”
  86. “You can’t take back those words anymore. Or everything else you did.”
  87. “he didn’t do anything I fucking told him to do!”
  88. “When they came, why didn’t you fight?”
  89. “What are you doing here?” “I was about to ask you the same thing…” “Well, it’s called the hanging tree for a reason.”
  90. “__, please come down from the tree, i’ll treat you to pizza.”
  91. “You can… seriously? Oh my gosh, teach me teach me teach me!!”
  92. “I wasn’t aware that 'monster’ was a term of endearment.”
  93. “Yes, I’m sure your flower pot really is trying to kill you, Debra.”
  94. “Why is our child on the roof?”
  95. “Do you want a hug? Will that help?”
  96. “How could you sign us up for this without reading the fine print?! It says right there that we have to give up everything!!!”
  97. “And it’s been stuck in there how long now?”
  98. “I learned I can’t trust you when the world was "fine”, now tell me one reason not to place a bullet between your eyes and listen to you.“
  99. “Why the hell are you naked in my room?”
  100. "Having criminals line up against their will and you killing them is not community service!”

100 prompts. Amazing. Thank you for sharing your ideas and contributing to our community.

Let’s make a new list right now! Leave a reply and don’t forget the double quotes “”! I will use the first 100 prompts for the next list. One prompt per amigo please!

utopia // stiles stilinski

Summary: Stiles & Y/N escape their perfect city of Utopia only to face the dangers of the supernatural

Requested: no, but @sincerelystiles gave me the motivation to post this & @stilinski-jpeg was beyond supportive with this idea

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language, themes & smut throughout


By definition, it was suppose to be a perfect society but it was far from it. The concrete walls acted as a prison and the citizens were it’s inmates. It was originally suppose to be a temporary solution to the growing outbreak of the supernatural. That was 5 years ago. It was a now permanent solution as two races competed for world domination.

Each citizen was stripped of their individuality, each given a similar set of clothes and a number to replace their name. Women had to wear their hair tied back in a bun while men had to keep their hair free of any unnatural product. They were all served the same meal everyday and no matter what job they did for the colony, they all received the same amount of pay. There was absolutely no way to strive in the Utopia, making it a perfect society in the sense that everyone was equal.

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Lionhearted - part 3 - nessian fic

Summary: Nesta and Cassian go on their first date and try to figure out how they work when they aren’t expected to bicker all the time. Nesta has a candid conversation with Feyre about their mother. Later, as Nesta and Cassian are beginning to find a rhythm as a couple, an emergency interrupts their progress.

Notes: This is… going to be 5 parts now. Just an FYI. I don’t know how this happened. Thanks this time to @acourtofstarsanddreams for helping me figure out jobs and apartments, and @illyriantremors for helping me make their first date more awkward :D

Part one, Part two : AO3 for comments : this chapter rated T : tw brief mention of Feyre’s abuse


When Nesta made this date, she wasn’t thinking clearly.

She considered canceling, considered calling and just saying that it was a mistake, no hard feelings, that she wasn’t ready to go out with anyone.

Instead, when she called Cassian the next day, she reminded him that she lived outside the city and that he would likely need to leave early to make it to her place on time. She still had that nagging question in the back of her mind and had considered backing out then. But the smooth, confident tone in his voice had done something to her doubts, and by the time Nesta had shoved her phone back into her pocket, they had decided on a restaurant and a time and he knew her address.

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Locked Out // Calum Hood AU Smut

I’m on an AU kick right now okay??? I asked, you answered, and you shall receive. Here’s some straight up AU smut for you because you wanted it. I’m a little out of practice with writing smut but I don’t think this is that awful. Inspired by this post. Feedback is always awesome and requests are open so shoot me some messages! xoxo

Summary: You thought you were in for a casual night in, but your hot neighbor seems to have locked himself out of his apartment. In his underwear. And he’s knocking on your door asking to come in until the landlord answers his phone calls. And he’s in his underwear. In your apartment.

Warnings: This is straight up smut like don’t read if you’re a child okay thanks.

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You Teach Them How to Draw/Paint (RFA + V & Vanderwood)

The last one got really popular, so here’s a sequel!

▪he can’t see, obviously, but you came up with a solution!
▪finger painting with different textures of paint!
▪You mix some things into paint and then added different objects that’d give it different textures
▪this precious boy is so excited
▪you pull the smock over his head, a plain white t-shirt with paint speckles all over the front and sleeves and hand him a bowl of warm water to wash his hands in
▪you take V’s hand and touch each of his fingers to the paints (some gritty, glittery, smooth, clumpy, anything you could do to make them different from one another) and tell him which of the paints are which colors
▪he immediately goes to work smearing the paint on the canvas almost expertly, taking great care into this painting
▪V gets some red paint in his hair and there’s a smear of yellow glitter on his cheek but his smile is so wide and pure that you just m e l t
▪forgets about the paint on his hands and kisses you
▪your faces are bright yellow and fuscia and that’s the day V seriously considers getting the surgery
▪kind of pains him hearing you so ecstatic and knowing the lengths you’re going through to make him comfortable and happy
▪"MC…you’re so beautiful"
▪he insists the two of you take a selfie to immortalize the moment forever what a cheeseball I love him so much but he doesn’t tell you that when he does get the surgery, he wants to see what you looked like today
▪finally, he adds a signature: the letter V in braille
▪it’s a clunky, glittery mess but you hang it right in the living room where you can see it all the time!

▪dis boy ain’t got time for this
▪he takes the pencil and draws a lovely picture of a middle finger, titling it: “To 707”
▪707 finds it and pretends to be really touched, even goes as far to print out seven hundred and seven copies, and then proceeding to tape them all up on his wall

▪he doesn’t want to learn
▪he wants to model
▪"Draw me like one of your Korean guys, MC"
▪poses provocatively on the sofa and even tries his pose from Promiscuous Jalapeño
Zen pls keep this PG-13
▪Remember that Brandon Rogers quote? “This is my hippity house I like to do a lot of fun and creative poses here”
▪yeah that’s Zen
▪when you do sit him down and tell him to draw YOU instead, he nearly panics
▪turns out his behaivor was just a front
▪he’s not good at drawing and doesn’t want to disappoint you
▪tries his best and when it doesn’t come out quite right, he erases your face and draws a funnier one on to make you laugh

▪when he asked you to teach him, you were expecting him to want to draw an LOLOL character
▪so honestly, you were shocked when he pulled out his phone and snapped a quick pic of you
▪you give him guidelines and things that’ll help him
▪he pulls his bangs back and sticks his pencil between his teeth, scrunching his face up as he studies the drawing
▪something isn’t quite right about it…
▪he tried, at least!
▪he’s really proud of it (and tbh it’s really cute, just also really messed up)

▪Jaehee looooves watercolor painting
▪she has a few books of famous watercolor painters so when you offer to teach her, she’s beside herself
▪"Really? You’d teach me?“
Jaehee I’d eat my own foot if you asked me to
▪tries to paint a watercolor painting with different kinds of coffee and it actually looks pretty good, especially since painting with coffee is kind of hard!
▪her painting is almost as good as yours
▪You’re lowkey jealous since it was her first time but Jaehee was so excited that you let it slide
▪she hangs up her paintings in the coffee shop and her face lights up everytime she passes by them
▪paints Zen a few times
▪but when Jumin asks her to paint a picture of Elizabeth 3rd, she declines faster than Seven consuming a bag of Honey Buddha chips ▪literally lives for the days the two of you sit down at the table and open up all of the windows to paint
▪she thinks that you’re a whole different kind of beautiful when you’re focused, sunlight streaming through and bouncing off of your hair and eyes
▪she actually tells you one day though
▪you were surprised when she leaned over and brushed your hair behind your ears, telling you how pretty you were and how your eyes looked translucent in the pretty light
god Baehee makes me so gayhee

▪you suggest oil painting!
▪he has the best paint, canvases, and easels imported from God knows where just for this
▪how did you even get them here so quick??
“I have my ways, MC”
▪…you mean money.
▪chooses to paint a picture of a landscape
▪Wait, no Elizabeth?
▪"Am I not allowed to have other interests besides Elizabeth 3rd?“
▪the two of you step out for a moment, and that’s when Elizabeth decides to take revenge on Jumin
▪you come back to a green and brown cat, and have to chase her all over the penthouse to give her a bath
▪the painting actually turns out really nice, he doesn’t even wear a smock and manages to stay pristine the entire time
▪however, he does keep Elizabeth’s paw print on the painting, and insists she helped him with it

▪actually begs you to teach him
▪you finally agree and sit him down, pulling out a kit of acrylic paints and a pad of artist’s paper
▪he, for once, looks really happy
▪when you ask him what he’s painting and try to look, he shies away
▪"I-it’s a secret, baka!“
▪"if you must know, it’s a picture of my one true love! She’s beautiful, sweet, makes me happier than anyone in the world….”
▪You’re suddenly really happy
▪Elizabeth 3rd is a cat so she can’t like memes, so he must mean you!
▪*Donald Trump voice* wrooooong
▪turns the picture around
▪it’s a freaking painting of himself kissing a bag of Honey Buddha chips

Oui (Lafayette x Reader)

Word Count: 1561 (ugh, short. I know.) Request/Summary: This one wasn’t requested either (I should probably get to those), but it’s a teacher AU set on valentines day. They’re both middle school teachers, reader is a language arts teacher and Lafayette is the french teacher, and John is one of the counselors. (: Warnings: None I believe (:

A/N- Yet again, I was assisted with french by my lovely friend (who am I kidding, we’re practically married at this point) @whatdimissmotherfuckers. Thanks much mon chou. Finally got my valentines fic out! I hope you guys like it <3 Feedback is always appreciated. (Dis gif is how I like to imagine he’d dress if he were a teacher, hair up of course.)

Originally posted by mirandasdaughter

Things Mademoiselle L/N Loves.” You nearly dropped the stack of manilla folders in your arms at the sight of the large heart diagram scrawled across the dry erase board that spanned the wall. You stepped closer to the drawing and examined the slanted cursive writing scattered amongst the inside of the hastily drawn heart shape : “Writing.” You beamed at the word and turned your eyes to the next few, “Rainy Days. Good Books. Musicals.  Gilmore Girls. Good Hair Days.  Happy Students. French Teachers. Kitte-” Wait. You let a small smile turn the corners or your mouth up at the sight of it. You did have a bit of a “thing” for one particular french teacher. Your smile grew into a grin and remained on your face as you walked over to your desk, setting down the folders and placing your messenger bag on the floor.  Surrounding you now, were several, mostly red colored, balloons and an insurmountable amount of glitter thrown across your desk. “Too much, Gilbert.” You giggled as your gaze caught on a large box of chocolates on your desk, something french that you couldn’t understand was printed on the top in fancy lettering. You lifted the lid and surveyed the assorted chocolates inside. Immediately, the smell of them wafted to your nose and you couldn’t help picking one up and popping it in your mouth. With a glance at the clock you suppressed a groan and picked up your laptop to head to your meeting.

“Ah! All the color! I’m going blind!” One of your students had entered the classroom quite overdramatically. You rolled your eyes but stayed silent, deciding that you were in too good a mood to interact with the particular young man. Another followed closely behind, her long wavy blonde hair flowing down her back. Several more students soon trickled into the classroom as the bell rang through the room.

“Alright-” You began, finishing up attendance and stepping out of your desk, but your were soon interrupted. “What’s all that stuff for?”

“I don’t know.” You answered absently, staring at the decorations. “I showed up this morning and there it was.” You smiled. “It looks like the Marquis’ handwriting.” Somebody voiced, the entire class ‘ooh’ed teasingly at the prospect and you couldn’t help a blush sneaking up on your cheeks. “Alright that’s enough. Let’s get to class,” You called over their conversations. You began to speak again but this time you were interrupted by a smiling face peeking into your doorway. The smile instantly spread to your own face when you saw him. “Mademoiselle L/N?” He called, quirky smile still shining on his features. “Yes?” You raised your eyebrow at the tall Frenchman across the room. “Do you mind if we borrow the… the uh…” Lafayette pointed at the cart of Chromebooks and snapped his fingers. “Computers?” One of your students provided. “Oui. Thank you. May we borrow the computers for the day?”

“I’m not using them,” You shrugged. “Go ahead.” He smiled gratefully “I’ll have them back by the end of the day.” The Marquis strolled over to the cart and reached down to unplug the cord connected to the wall that was charging all the computers. He popped back up and began pulling on the cart, his biceps straining against his shirt due to the broken wheel. You could imagine that worn down jacket hanging over the back of the chair at his desk. You meant to ask him why he’d never invested in a new one. “Enjoying the view ?” He smiled slyly, interrupting your thoughts. You blushed and turned your gaze downward, shifting your weight from foot to foot. “I will speak to you later.” He chuckled. “Bye .” You answered forgetting to ask him about the display on your board. He lead the cart out of the door and there was a breath of silence before the students erupted into conversation. “Quiet!” You shouted. They silenced themselves and nearly thirty delinquent faces all turned to to you with mischievous grins. “Get out your books.” You sighed.

You’d finally reached the end of the day and were just finishing up some grading when an echoing sound brought your attention back to the door- Lafayette knocking quietly against the doorframe. You smiled up at him, the familiar fluttering detonated in your gut. “Hello.” You greeted. “What can I do for you?”

“I just stopped by to say hi before you left, it’s been awhile since we’ve had a chance to, um- how you say?- Chat.” His famous wide grin was enough to make you swoon at your desk right then and there. You were suddenly reminded of the display surrounding you and you slapped your palm to your forehead in realization. “Was… this…” You gestured to the room around you. “You?”

“It was.” He nodded, charming you again with that winning grin. “Did you enjoy the chocolates?”

“Well I haven’t eaten them all yet, I may be a pig, but not that much.”

“I didn’t assume so.” He held up his hands in surrender. “I did have one and it was absolutely ambrosial, so thank you.” There was a beat of silence between the two of you before you made your way over to the white board and tapped against it where the words ‘French Teachers’ were written. “And what does this mean?” You raised your eyebrows expectantly. “How would you know?”

“Well a man can hope, can’t he?” You smiled at the floor, that was an outright confession, complete mastery of the subtle-not-so-subtlety, a clear as day admission, and you weren’t about to let it slip through your fingers.

“If I’m hearing correctly, you’re saying that you’re hoping I-”

“Ah! Y/N, Lafayette, just who I was looking for.” You both turned to the school counselor with perhaps far too clear irritation on your features. Laurens ignored it and stepped into your classroom. “Can you guys come for beer with the guys this Friday?” The freckled young man asked, running a hand over his wild curls that strained against the hair tie as if at any point they would break free. “Yeah. Yeah, sure, fine.” You nodded, dragging your hand down your face exasperatedly. “Oui, I can come.” The aristocratic french teacher next to you drawled. “Great!” John smiled widely, sending the pair of you a thumbs up before ducking out the door. “As I was saying, “ You began, but before you could finish, your eyes caught on the clock. “Oh shit! I have to go. Dentist. I’ll talk to you later.” You spoke urgently, picking up your bag and throwing your coat on. “See you tomorrow!” You called as you flew through the door.

“As-tu un bonne reste de la journée!”(Have a good rest of your day!) He answered from the hallway as you made your way down the stairs. “You too!” You internally high-fived yourself for having known what he’d meant.

“I want love.” Isabella ’s voice crackled just slightly  on it’s way through the phone. You chuckled, “Who do you have in mind?” You asked amusedly. “I don’t know…” She sighed. “Oh, how about that hot french teacher who works at your school? Is he still single?” You frowned immediately. “Yeah…” You answered reluctantly. “He’s still single.”

“You don’t sound too excited.” She pointed out. “No. He’s still single.” You cleared your throat, shifting uncomfortably in your spot on the couch. “Oh… you like him.” she realized. “I don’t.” Your brow furrowed deeper as she spoke, “You do. I’ve seen it.”

“You have not.”

“I definitely have. Petite Y/N est amoooooouuuuurrreeeuuuse!” (Little Y/N’s in love)

“How do you even know any french?” You sighed, dragging your hand down your face in exasperation.”You’re not denying it.” She teased in a sing song voice. “Shut up.”

You stepped into the classroom expecting the drawing to still be there, you didn’t have the heart to erase it. But instead you found something new. Your brow furrowed in confusion and you walked over to your desk to drop off your things. After doing so, you surveyed the board again, “Est-ce que tu veux rendez-vous avec moi?” was written in careful cursive letters. You whipped out your phone and pulled up google translate, it may eat ass but it gets the job done. You typed in the words and smiled when you saw what came out. You crossed the hall to Lafayette’s room but before you got there you spotted John in the hallway. “Oh! John!” You hissed. “Is Lafayette in there? Can you check for me?”

“Go in there and see for yourself.” John shrugged. “Please.” You begged, “I’ll give you a chocolate during my lunch break.”

“FIne.” He sighed. He moved over and peeked into Lafayette’s classroom. “You’re clear.”

“Thanks.” You grinned. “Love you.” You kissed his cheek quickly before walking towards the door. “Nice try hon, I’m taken and gay.” He called after you. You giggled as you stepped into Lafayette’s classroom. Instantly, his lavender scent filled your nose, you always liked that about his classroom- you could never walk in without being surrounded by a lavender aroma, but never to the point where it was sickening. You strolled over to the whiteboard and picked up the dry erase marker that sat on the sill protruding from the wall. You then wrote three large letters that spanned the entire board: “Oui”.

dear evan hansen headcannons

- bisexual

- 5'10

- he tends to do things like tap his pencil or his foot or he plays with erasers or some shit he’s just always doing something with his hands

- has those erasers with removable pieces because “THEY’RE CUTE CONNOR I LOVE THEM”

- freckles. more freckles after a day in the sun. freckles everywhere.

- has a bonsai tree


- actually really fit because of his outdoor activities??

- lifted connir off of the ground like he was a feather and everyone was Shocked


- LOVES TO BAKE BUt kind of sucks at it

- afraid of big dogs. and fluffy dogs. and dogs with big eyes and long tails and legs and just dogs. he’s scared of dogs.

- cheesy romantic. reads romance books and watches romantic movies and just. my boy.

- when he’s feeling down he goes to connor because they can trust each other because of the one thing they have in common - the suicide attempts.

- dyed a streak of his hair blue for halloween one time and made connor cry


- got high once and laughed for seven minutes straight before passing out

- has a burn scar on his back from when jared set him on fire by accident

- learns to do hair because he likes touching connors hair

- he maybe likes connors dog a little bit

- “i may seem collected on the outside but on the inside i am screaming 24/7.”

- borderline personality disorder !!!!

- sees a therapist and takes medication

- he honestly went through ten therapists before deciding to go with evan to his therapist

- has a pitbull named cheese that his mom got him to help calm him down when he snaps

- still a dick every now and then but he’s Trying

- 6'0"

- panseuxal

- is literally. always napping. he sleeps on the ground. on his desk. on evan. anywhere.

- paints his nails when he’s high with 100% accuracy but fails when he’s sober


- LOVES sweets. needs them. craves them.

- literally cries over evan’s freckles like what

- sarcastic as all hell

- he and jared’s friendship is just a race to see who can roast the other faster

- draws on himself constantly until he has literal sleeves of designs on his arms. then he moves to drawing on his friends.

- alana buys him a sketchbook when she wakes up with white sharpie printed on her face

- he draws the most AMAZING scenery and designs

- probably wants to be a tattoo artiat

- always records himself when he’s high

- new bruises and cuts every day - he bumps into things a lot when he’s high

- he gets his first piercing from a dude in an alley. it’s a septum piercing. everyone screams when they see it.

- hates pepe

- comments on how gay he is every day.

- still has bad days and when he does he locks himself in his room and calls evan

- evan’s talk of trees got him into plants. owns seven cactuses, a pot full of forget-me-nots and three succulents with names and backstories.

- “i will shove my foot so far up your ass you’ll be tasting leather and shit for the rest of your pathetic life you wrinkly numbnut”

- still having trouble forgiving her brother for all the years of mental abuse

- 5'10

- lesbian af

- makeup that could literally kill a god

- likes to wear crops tops and dresses

- wears sweatpants to school ONCE and is reminded of it every day for the rest of her life

- literally a huge photography nerd

- has EVERY PICTURE SHES EVER TAKEN hanging on her wall. even that ugly ass one of connor screaming over titanic when they were thirteen.

- probably does yoga

- dreams of going to paris. can literally speak in french and owns literally everything with the eiffel tower on it.

- replies to everything in meme language. her parents are worried for her. connor wants to die again.

- has a poem alana wrote to her on her wall next to her bed

- so many pictures of alana


- likes to draw constellations with evan’s freckles on his face

- literally has not combed her hair since fourth grade?? its just naturally perfect???

- “im gayer than you connor”


- so much emoji’s

- steals all of alana’s hoodies

- hates not having anything to do so much

- 5'6"

- in every school club tbh

- also a lesbian

- a journalist/writer

- literally stays up until 2 am every day and comes to school looking like a goddess


- she probably tutors everyone

- “what’s the answer to this problem alana” “hella”


- can kill you in two seconds with The Look


- probably listens to asmr

- totally has tumblr


- feminist. not a feminazi, will make jokes about women being in the kitchen with jared but will stab you if you are genuinely against women’s rights

- attempts to do yoga with zoe once. she breaks her nose.


- likes to do diys.


- once punched a man for a klondike bar

- “sorry im two hours late feminism called”

- panromantic asexual!!!!!

- 5'4"

- a gaming youtuber

- actually somehow has like 1,000 followers???

- everyone has been in his videos at least once


- every birthday connor buys him a bath bomb and screams “CRONCH” in his face

- enjoys really cringey memes

- has a german shepard named Sir Titlicker


- once tripped on a bug

- he’s actually self conscious and hides behind self deprecating jokes

- threw a dreidel at the menorah once when he was little and is still not allowed near the menorah

- soft chub legs

- much Sarcasm

- literally is so sarcastic with connor??? they like each other but sometimes even evan wonders if they actually like each other or not

- probably enjoys nickelback


- likes star wars probably

- wore a shirt that said “im a gamer” once

- “burn that shirt now” “EVAN WHAT THE FUCK”

- actually cried when he played slenderman with Evan

- “are you ok” “IS HE GONE EVAN IS HE GONE” “yes” /looks up and sees slenderman appear “WHDBANFBJDJSBSDH” /evan is wheezing

- makes dirty jokes 24/7 but literally blushes for 9 years if you make a dirty joke towards him

- actually Fragile

- in a cult probably

- probably has a runescape series on his YouTube channel

- has set evan on fire before

- he tries to be a good friend he really dies but he fails sometimes

- “are you a nail baby because ill hammer you into the wall tonight ;)"

Fighting With Daddy

Text: From Nina

Hey girl did you see what was on the news today?! It’s all over social media as well!!

I sigh and roll over in my bed trying to ignore my phone ringing. It’s Monday and thankfully I have a vacation from work this week. I don’t do shit anyway but model bra’s. A job that Namjoon hates but hey he raps and I pose. I hear my phone going off yet again and I finally decide to get up and check to see if something is up. I groan getting up from my bed and going down stairs to the front room sitting on my couch turning the TV on. My phone in my hand as I sit down on the couch. I pout combing my mess of hair out with my hands. I don’t see anything on the news that seems to be interesting so I go upstairs putting on a cut off black shirt and light blue short shorts that show my ass cheeks a bit. I put on long socks that are black and white and go up to over my knees. I go into the bathroom fixing my face. Namjoon is suppose to be over later today but we decided to stay in the house. But who says I can’t be sexy for him without going out? It’s been month’s since he’s last been to LA and I do miss him dearly. And the fact that he’s not staying long just makes my heart crumple.

I go back down stairs and sit back on the couch pulling my phone from the table calling my girl back.

“Hello?” She answers sounding a bit upset.

“What’s wrong Nina? You said that something was on the news and you kept blowing me up.” I say getting up to go into the kitchen fixing myself some cereal. I sit on the bar turning the TV on in there as well and she sighs.

“Well I know that you were excited to see Namjoon come home to you today. But I saw some photos of him at Warren G. studio. He had his arms around this girl’s waste —-.” She says and I laugh loudly eating some of my cereal.

“Yeah so what? Mmmmm good cereal. He hangs with girls and I am ok with that. And it’s jsut a picture.” I say stuffing my mouth with more captain crunch.

“No baby.. His hand is low like how he hugs you.. Now I’m not suggesting that you be mad at him or anything but maybe you want to talk to him? I have to go I’m at work right now. But I will send you the pictures ok?”

“Ok..” I say softly hanging up the phone.

She sends the pictures to me and my mouth drops open. I almost drop my bowl to the ground and I have to put it down looking at the picture with rage. I zoom in on his hand and I feel my anger rising more. Then I see more pictures of him and her and I growl putting my phone down. More like throwing it down. How dare he!? He barely takes pictures with me and when he does he tells me not to post them! But here she is and what? He can just take pictures now?!

I go upstairs and pace around in my bedroom. I look around at the walls that we painted together. The blue and black walls so pretty with our names and hand prints on them just for fun. I sigh and sit on my bed putting my head in my hands as I hear the door open. I get up and go down stairs peeking around at a Namjoon who has his back turned. I sneak into the kitchen and I wash out the bowl my hands shaking with rage as I dry it.

“— I’m home.” Monster says coming into the kitchen I brace my hands against the sink biting on my bottom lip trying not to blow up on him. He comes up behind me trying to hug me and I move from him taking his hands from away from me but I don’t look at him.

“Did you have fun today and yesterday?” I ask him going to the kitchen closet looking into it wanting to throw the rice at him.

“Yeah.. It was an amazing couple of days. I feel so lucky.” He says laughing softly.

“I bet you do. I bet it was.” I say bitterly holding onto the doorknob not realizing how tight I’m holding it.

“Jagiya.. Is everything ok??” He asks me with a worried tone grabbing at my shorts and I sigh slapping his hand from me.

“Whoa whoa what’s going on here. —.. —!” He yells my name and I jump turning around to look at him. His eyebrows are furrowed as his neck veins pop out a bit due to him having an frustrated look on his face.

“Why don’t you fucking tell me?!” I ask pushing him and he approaches me a bit his height shaking me to the core but I’ll be damned to tell him that.

“I don’t even know what the hell your talking about. I just got here and already you wanna pick a fucking fight? What did I do this time??” He asks and I cross my arms over my chest looking up at him.

“THIS TIME?!? THIS TIME?!?! AS IF ALL THE OTHER TIMES ARE MY FAULT?!” I yell at him and he backs up a bit anger rising in his smooth features. He takes his mask off as well as his glasses and I just realize what he’s wearing. A black tank top revealing those dangerous muscles and black skinny jeans that he is sagging in a bit. I look off that color on him having a effect on me but I’m not letting him off that easy. His black beanie hugs his head tightly. He licks his lips leaning against the counter looking down at me.

“No no. It’s not your fault ALL the time. BUT BUT YOU DO IN FACT START HALF OF THE ARGUMENTS! SO I’M FUCKING ASKING YOU SINCE YOUR YELLING WHAT DID I DO NOW?!?” He yells his face turning red.

“WHY DON’T YOU FUCKING GO ASK THE GIRL WHO YOU WAS CAUGHT HUGGING!” I scream turning around hitting the stove. I hear a scoff and a hand grabs my wrist turning me around looking down at me.

“THAT’S WHY YOUR YELLING?!? A FUCKING PICTURE?! A GODDAMN PICTURE?!” He asks and I try to walk away from him but he grabs me again turning me back around. He’s made it obvious he’s not letting this one go.




“IF YOU TRUSTED ME YOU WOULDLN’T FUCKING CARE HOW I HELD HER, HOW I LOOKED AT HER!” He says backing away from me turning around and throwing his beanie off revealing those perfect blonde locks.

“You don’t know how hard it is! I have to sit at home EVERYDAY! SEEING ALL THESE GIRLS AROUND YOU WANTING YOU CRAVING YOU AND HERE I AM THE WORLD KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT ME AND AND!” I say stopping myself as tears start to fill my eyes and he turns around looking as if I slapped him.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING CRY! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO SAID LETS WAIT TO GO PUBLIC! THAT WAS ALL YOU! I ASKED. I FUCKING BEGGED AND YOU REASONED WITH THE FANS. THOSE SAME DAMN FANS LIKE THE ONE I GAVE A HUG TO YESTERDAY! AND THEN YOU COME AT ME LIKE THIS?! I TRY TO GIVE YOU EVERYTHING! I’M IN KOREA BUSTING MY ASS FOR YOU! GRINDING FOR YOU. FOR US! HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL!? WHEN YOU DO TAKE PICS WITH GUYS OR GIRLS IN JUST THEIR UNDERWEAR NOT SHOWING ANYTHING WITH THEIR HANDS ALL OVER YOU?!? ONLY I SHOULD BE ALOUD TO TOUCH YOU LIKE THAT! AND YET. YOU GET MAD ME BECAUSE I GRABBED HER like this?!” He ask resting his hand on the small of my back. I didn’t even notice him approaching me until he had his hand on me. I look up at him my heart beating fast from the way he’s staring at me. I can’t even look at him in the eyes. He sighs heavily wrapping both arms around my waist and grabbing my ass. I moan putting my hands on his chest trying to act like I’m not all that affected by what he’s doing to me. He raises his hand up to grab my chin making me look at him in his eyes. He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip and I part them for him.

“Daddy is so disappointed in you baby girl.” He says. I open my mouth to say I was sorry since guilt washed in that he was indeed right. But as soon as I try to say something he puts his finger to my lips silencing me.

“I don’t wanna hear you speak right now. Daddy is here now and it’s time for me to put you back in your place.” He says deeply. I groan as he backs from me grabbing my hand pulling me behind him upstairs. Each step is slow and I feel my heart hammer harder in my chest almost drumming in my ears.

When we get upstairs we go into my room and he shuts the door locking it. He lets my hand go and looks down at me. His eyes rake over my body and he licks his lips slowly. He walks behind me wrapping his arms around my waist pressing himself flush against me. He sweeps my hair to the side kissing my ear before he whispers in my ear.

“What does daddy expect from you when he gets home?” He asks sucking at my weak spot on my neck. I moan and he pinches my thigh hard bruising the skin.

“O-on the bed. On my hands and knees.” I say and he lets me go. I look up at him and he nods his head slowly. I walk over to the bed about to get on it but Namjoon stops me.

“As much as I like that outfit I want you to take off the shirt and shorts. Leave your socks on.” He says. I nod my head turning around to him looking down as I reach for my shirt my skin heating.

“Look at me when I do it. No my eyes jagiya.” He says softly but I can hear his dominance in the tone as well.

I sigh and I look at him holding eye contact my heart beating triplets as I take my shirt off still staring at him. I trail my hands down to the button on my shorts as he releases a deep sigh and I can see him poking through his pants. I try to keep his eye contact but my hands keep slipping because I’m already sweating so much. I look down at my shorts and I whine when he says my name in a threatening tone. I look up at him shaking my head.

“I-I can’t do it daddy. Please help me.” I say and he gives me a tiny smirk before he comes up to me. He pulls me to him roughly his hands hook around the front of my shorts.

He undoes my button as his brown eyes stare deep into my soul and he unzips it slowly making me release a gasp as he fingers brush over my panties. He drops to his knees slowly still keeping eye contact with me as he pulls my shorts all the way off and takes my feet out of them placing them beside us next to my shirt. He kisses up my body kissing my pussy through my panties and I finally have to break eye contact to keep myself from cumming.

“Do you know what you do to daddy?” He asks me licking my bottom lip but before I can even try to kiss him he moves back shaking his head and I whine.

“You were so mean to daddy. I don’t think I should have mercy on you. What do you think?” He asks me grabbing hard on my lace black panties. I squeal softly looking up at him.

“No mercy daddy.” I say softly.

He throws me on the bed hoovering over me grabbing my lips in a rough heated kiss. He pushes his hand against my throat choking me a bit as the kiss depends. He makes me drop my jaw with his thumb and he slips his tongue into my mouth quickly stating dominance. He grinds down into me, my legs wrapping around his waist as I grind back up. He sucks at my tongue slow and deliberately trying to make it to where I need breath. He flicks his tongue over the rough off my mouth tracing the ridges. He licks over my teeth and bites my tongue before he pulls back our spit connecting our lips still.

He releases my throat looking down at me as he takes off his tank top throwing it to the ground revealing those nice smooth abs that every girl wants to see. He sits on the bed and pats his knee. I groan climbing to him and he places me over his left knee his hand groping and grabbing my ass. I bite into the covers with anticipation.

He brings his hand down roughly against my skin spanking me repeatedly. I feel the multiple stings on my ass cheeks as he continues to whoop me. He stops after a few minutes sliding my panties to the side pushing a finger deep inside of me.

“Don’t you dare moan yet or I will stop.” He says brushing his finger against my spot. I jerk forward a cry leaving my lips and he smacks my ass slamming me on my back looking at me.

“H-How can I not m-moan and your fucking with my spot!” I yell and he softens up a bit pulling me to his lap. I straddle his waist as I look down at him.

He pushes his finger into my mouth and I moan around the digit tasting myself. He unclips my bra with one hand pulling it from me and throwing it on the ground. He fixes me to where I’m on his knee and he removes his finger as he sucks at my neck again leaving more hickeys.

“Ride my knee baby.” He says softly.

I nod my head starting to grind my pussy against his knee as he cups my breast with his hands kissing and licking on them. I throw my head back in pleasure moans leaving my lips back to back as he closes his mouth around my left nipple first flicking that skilled tongue against the bud. He pulls on it with his teeth as well as nibble on it as his other hand plays and teases my free nipple. I grind harder against his knee feeling my wetness leak out but I don’t care at this point I just want him to fuck me. He releases my left nipple trailing kisses to my right one and repeating the same process. One of his hands slide up and down my spine as he sucks harder on my breast making me release more moans and shake under him.

He lets my nipple go placing me back on my back as he kisses down my body. He spreads my legs wide his eyes looking at the socks that reach up to my knees.

“Your so fucking sexy like this. I think it’s my turn to take my own photo’s of you for my collection.” I watch in horror as he pulls his touch screen out taking pictures of my naked body. I try to cover my breast and he looks down at me with warning. I whine raising my arms above my head letting him take more pics of me. He rolls me over placing my head down and my ass in the air taking more pictures of me as he slaps and kneads my ass.

He slides me back on my back placing his phone besides me as he shreds the panties off my body. I watch him lean down his head inches from my pussy as he looks up at me. He slides his tongue up and down my slit slowly and I grab the sheets looking down at him. He flicks his tongue against my clit repeatedly sucking on it. He nibbles on it and I hear him taking off his own pants and boxers. He slides his tongue inside my pussy and I moan his name loudly my hands finding themselves threading in his soft hair. He moans sticking his tongue deeper inside of me making my eyes roll back as he touches my spot softly with his tongue.

“D-daddy! H-haa! I-I’m so s-sorry!” I whine my eyes rolling back as he continues to eat out at my insides. He hums using his thumb to play with my clit as the other hand holds my waist down to keep me from squirming. He pulls back looking down at me a wicked grin on his lips as he leans over kissing me more. He pulls back after a bit his hands slowly drawing patterns on my thighs.

“If your sorry prove it. Use your mouth.” He says standing up and I see his angry red member. I sigh and he laughs at my expression beckoning me with his hand.

“All of it can fit in your mouth if you breathe through your nose.” I roll my eyes at him crawling over to face his leaking member.

I dart my tongue out licking away the precum. I look up at him and he’s biting his lips hard. I slide my mouth over his tip sucking harshly on it flicking my tongue though his slit. He throws his head back in pleasure as I take more of him in my mouth breathing through my nose. He hits the back of my throat and I let him rest there taking him in fully once before I pull back. He shivers as the cold air hits his flesh making me smirk a bit before I go back to sucking him off.

He laces his fingers in my hair snapping his hips into my mouth. He starts fucking my throat and I let him as I hollow my cheeks flicking my tongue against his veins. He goes faster fucking my throat raw. I groan humming around his length sending vibrations through him making him moan my name slowly. I feel him pulsate in my mouth repeatedly. I look up at him and he smirks down at me pushing himself back down my throat and it takes everything I have not to gag or choke. I swallow around him once and he cums in my mouth shooting his load down my throat. I groan swallowing it all as I pull off of his length slowly making sure I get up everything.

Namjoon walks into the closet and comes back with a clear butt plug. I whine and look off not wanting that thing no where near me. He sucks on it climbing on the bed pushing me on my back. He spreads my legs wide sliding it out of his mouth and pushing it slowly into my ass. I claw at the sheets looking up at him as he pushes it inch by inch inside of me. He holds my legs open for a bit just admiring the thing inside of me before he pulls on it making me whine softly.

He hooks his arms under my legs sliding his length up and down my slit biting my jaw. He groans softly poking at my entrance. He pushes in a bit. And pulls out. Pushes in a bit and pulls out getting me just the right amount of frustrated. He finally kisses me as he pushes all off his length inside my tight pussy one hand back at my throat as the other one holds my waist steady. He buries himself fully inside of me nibbling on my bottom lip before he lets go looking down at me. He pulls out and pushes his length slowly back into me. I place my legs around his waist trapping him close to my body. He groans grabbing my neck tighter before he starts to slowly thrust into me repeatedly. He slides me up until my head is hanging over the side of the bed he places both hands on opposites sides of my head holding the sides of the mattress burying his face in my neck as he pounds deeper and harder into my dripping pussy.

“GOD NAMJOON!” I cry digging my nails into his back tracing them up and down his back as he continues to slowly pound into me. My legs spread wide pressed against the mattress as he slides deeper into my pussy and I bite into his shoulder my voice shaking with pleasure. He moans my name deeply and that makes my stomach churn more as he continues thrusting into me.

I look up at him my hands grabbing at his locks as he continues to rock his hips into me. He grinds deep into me and he raises one leg above his shoulder pushing deeper and harder into me. He bites into my inside thigh pounding harder into me rolling his hips to hit my spot dead on.

“FUCK!” I scream out and he grabs one of my breast pounding harder into me. I grab onto his biceps dragging my nails down him and he groans placing both of my knees against my chest. He pulls out and slams back in hitting my spot and all I can think to do is cry out his name. He drives into me hard and fast making sure I feel every thrust every stroke of his dick inside of my pussy. The noise of skin slapping against skin sounds off in the room and I grab my ankles not knowing what else to hold onto. He leans over kissing me as he pinches my clit.

He picks me up holding me in his arms as he pounds up into me and I lock my hands around his neck. He drives into my spot harder and harder every thrust bringing me closer to my release.

“Are you going to cum for daddy?” He asks and I nod my head biting his bottom lip and he groans smirking a bit.

“Good girl.” He says softly. He places me against a wall one leg around his neck as the other goes back around his waist and my body slides up and down the wall as he fucks me like a rag doll.

“AHH! I’M C-CLOSE DADDY!” I cry out tangling my hands back in his hair as he continues to fuck me into oblivion.

“That’s right you little slut. Come all over daddy’s dick.” I groan as he says other little nasty nothings into my ear. i feel myself squeeze my pussy around his dick. He rubs my clit hard before he pulls it between his fingers.

“NAMJOONNN!” I cry out my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I cum. My orgasm hitting me hard and fast. He moans biting my bottom lip as his thrusts become erratic and sloppy.

“—-!” He shouts my name filling me to the brim and holding me against the wall as he makes sure to fill me up. He pants a bit both of our hearts racing and he carries me to the bed laying on his back as he lets me get on top. He stays buried inside of me and I look down at him. I reach around trying to take the plug out and he stops me.

“Don’t you dare.” He warns. I pout trying again and he flips me on my back.

He pulls out of me and slams back into me slapping my ass.

“Nonononono!” I whine feeling sore turned on and much much tired.

“Yes.” He says leaning down to bite my nipple.

“Rub your clit.” He demands.

I do as told rubbing my clit with my hand my toes curling up as I rub in time with his thrust. He circles his hips deep inside of me grinding against me his hips connecting to mine each time he pounds into me. His balls slap my ass as he thrusts harder into me. I try to take my hand from my clit and he grabs the back of my wrist making me keep it there as he looks down at me. My leg slides back up his chest resting on his shoulder and he bites my ankle making me moan.

“I’M GOING TO FUCKING CUM!” I shout my body starting to convulse and squirm under this man as I feel my second orgasm approaching.

“Daddy wants to wreck his little girl.” He says adding his hand on top of mine making me rub my clit harder. He groans as he throbs and gets close to his second orgasm as well.

“DADDY!!” I cry out my eyes watering from my second orgasm being so powerful and stinging a bit.

“FUCK baby!” Namjoon moans filling me up again. I feel the warm liquid sliding back into me and some spilling out into the sheets. He thrusts into me a bit more before he pulls out. He finally slides the butt plug out of me and he places it on the bed. He sighs going to the bathroom getting me a clean towel cleaning me off as he kisses my face and cheeks. After he cleans me up he places the sheets in the washer and as soon as I try to help I feel the burn from my pussy and my ass. He sighs picking me up and placing me on the night stand until he finishes cleaning up. He smirks at me coming back to get me and we lay under the covers together as he plays in my hair pulling me to lay on his chest.

“You got to stop with that attitude. You know I only love you.” Namjoon says kissing my forehead.

“Blame Nina.” I whine my ass still feeling abused in a good way.

“Didn’t Nina also want to date me? But I choose you. And YOU decided to stay friends with that thing.” He says and I pinch his nipple.

“She keeps me company!” I try to reason looking down at him both of us yawning.

“Well this week I’m keeping you company.” He says kissing my lips.

“But I’m sore!”

“And every time you piss daddy off you will be sore.” He says silencing my once again with those pretty pink lips.

A Regular Jackson Pollock

Summary:  Emma and Killian do home improvement projects to the house when she gets back from the wish realm. A day of painting leads to some…extracurricular activities.

Rating: E (obvs) 

Word Count: ~1950

Author’s Note: Hello, darlings! Miss me? ;) I “did the thing again.” I just needed to get the juices flowing again, so to speak ;). Home improvement projects + paint fights + shower fun. I mean…what more could you ask from me? ;) Tags at the end, as usual. 

It had been a week and a half since Emma and Regina had returned from the wish realm, and things around town were getting back to normal—normal for Storybrooke, anyways. It had calmed down so much that Emma had taken the time to start a list of home improvement project to the house. Their house. Her and Killian’s. (Damn, she would never be over it). Little did she know that for every task that she had listed to undertake, Killian found a way to not only excel at it, but also found a new ways to excite and arouse Emma.

She knew he would be adept at woodwork, considering the amount of times he must have repaired any damage the Jolly had endured. But seeing him in action—as well as in just a simple plain white t-shirt that her father had loaned while doing so—had her wanting to quench his thirst, and not just with a tall glass of water. The way the sweat glistened off of his brow as he hammered away at the wood on the patio…let’s just say Emma needed a cold shower after watching that for longer than was appropriate.

Then, when they built the bookshelf for the living room, he was able to use his hook to help secure all other nuts and bolts into the appropriate slots, as well as the wrenches and screwdrivers. And yet again, he donned the plain white t-shirt. His muscles bulged from underneath the cotton, and she was able to see his chest hair through the fabric. It made her want to forget the task at hand and have him hammer something else entirely. That simple t-shirt began to creep into her dreams, causing her to awaken in the middle of the night to relieve her ache while Killian slept beside her, blissfully unaware of her actions.

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under the cut: trans reigen ends up going to his high school reunion (~3.5k?)

-just a few short scenes, it kinda streamed out of me this morning. 

warning for MAJOR headcanoning (fanon ahoyyyy), high school bullying (unrelated to transness!), misgendering, deadnaming, and some minor homophobic language, but it’s really not an angst parade; i just want you to be safe. kinda bittersweet i guess. takes place 1~.5 years before canon

“I’m serious, that’s what happens,” Reigen says, walking next to Mob on their way to an assignment. He still isn’t used to the new uniform, like having a little black shadow keeping pace beside him whenever his student is following him around.

“But how do they get it in?” Mob asks, quietly skeptical.

“A big syringe, and then the carbonation makes the marble swell so it doesn’t fall out.”


“I’m telling you, Mob, that’s how they make Ramune bottles. Listen to your master.”

“Reigen-shishou, I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“Reigen?” a woman says from behind him, “Reigen from Saffron High, is that you?”

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paperboy: an au

Ian Murray was always on time. He had the same routine every single morning since he was ten:

4:45 AM: Hit snooze.

4:47 AM: Hit snooze again.

4:50 AM: Turn the alarm off, due to yells of frustration from his mother in the other room.

5:00 AM: Shower, quickly.

5:15 AM: Change, brush teeth, and hope to God that he didn’t put his shirt on inside out.

5:20 AM: Head down the stairs, helmet in hand. Grabs a banana from the basket of fruit on the table.

5:25 AM: Run into his Uncle Jamie in the study, of whom informs his nephew that his shirt is, indeed, inside out. Again.

5:26 AM: Turning his shirt the right way, he thanks his uncle and heads for his bike.

Everything after this is subject to change.

Between 5:30 AM and 5:45 AM: Ian Murray turns the corner from his home to the shop where the newspapers are printed. Geordie, the printer, hands him the bag of twine-tied papers.

“Don’t do nothin’ stupid, mind,” He tells the young lad, every single day. “These papers here be expensive.”

“Of course, Mr. Geordie, sir,” Came young Ian’s reply.

Between 6:00 AM and 6:45 AM: You can find him riding his bright orange bike around the neighborhoods and subdivisions of Boone, N.C., delivering papers to those on the street. He passes a few dog-walkers here-and-there, a couple of kids getting into their cars for school. Some old men watering their plants or wives kissing their husbands as they headed for work. On the rare occasion he’d find a smiling face, he would smile back. Sometimes he’d even be offered a to-go cup of coffee or a muffin or a bottle of water. He always loved those people–the ones who didn’t see him as invisible.

7:00 AM: He heads for the subdivision called Simon’s Landing–the nicer of most of the subdivisions he has the pleasure of riding through–and delivers his papers to all of the houses.

7:30 AM: Ian, sure all his papers had been delivered, heads back for home, a 45-minute ride from his current location.

It’s here that our story changes, on the dawn of the twentieth of December 1982

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Spring Day [2]

Summary: Jimin and you were best friends since you were little kids, never leaving each other’s side, but one rainy day of spring you left him, asking him to forget about you. You were trying to protect him from yourself, but he didn’t know that. What will happen if fate got you two back together?

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fantasy, Vampires, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Blood, mentions of death

Word Count: 2.3k       

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 //Part 5

Turning back into reality, once your sight became normal again you brought yourself up and looked at Namjoon. He was confused by the sudden change in you.

Your face turned and you searched for someone you hoped you didn’t see. But you did. Your jaw clenched as you observed him talking with another guy, wearing his suit. You suddenly wanted to hug him; you wanted to say everything you couldn’t say that spring day under the rain, but the only thing you managed to say was:


“Do you know him?” Namjoon asked tilting his head as he changed position to put the box on the table next to him.

“What do you mean? Do you know him?” You turned your head again, conscious of the sweat forming in your palms every second that you stayed there knowing that Jimin was only some meters away from you. Plus the scent still got your head spinning.

Namjoon laughed, too loud for your liking, you didn’t want any attention drawn to you, and especially not his attention. “Why wouldn’t I know the president of the company I work for? Are you crazy?”

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Yoongi x Reader


Originally posted by armywithbangtan

You stood there at the MOMA, entranced by the artwork. Your polaroid camera in hand taking pictures of the piece in front of you. It had been a Christmas present from your best friend Kayla, you figured it was about time you used it. As a polaroid comes out you shake it and hold the end of it with your mouth and let it dry as you take another. The piece was a large statue of a white deer with wings and an arrow through it’s body. It looked like it was running, trying to fly, frozen in time. For some reason you were drawn to it, so absorbed in it you didn’t notice the man standing nearby that couldn’t keep his eye off you. Just as entranced with you as you were with the sculpture.

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Almost Normal

A/N fluffy Marecal cause we could all use it. Takes place before everything falls apart in Kings Cage. Enjoy!

I wake drenched, bed sheets sticking to my clammy limbs. Chest rising and falling to a quick beat as I gasp for shallow breaths. The silver moonlight luminates the room softly. Anything but silver, the colour plagues me in dreams and reality.

Second nightmare tonight.

My eyes dart around the dark room never resting. I glance at Gisa’s sleeping form, even her comforting presence can’t keep the dreams at bay. I don’t dare close my eyes knowing the images are plastered on my eyelids.

I can still feel the sharp silver crown piercing into my forehead cracking my skull, thick red blood seeping into my eyes blinding me, all the while Maven’s cool fingers trace my facial features running down my neck burning into my brand as the crown digs deeper still. My breathing hitches at the thought, I force it to match Gisa’s calm pace.

It was just a dream, just a dream, just a dream.

The mantra does nothing to soothe me, I continue anyways. Faster.

Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream, just a dre-


I whip my neck to face where the noise came from, my heart off to the races yet again. I stare intently at the window, about to turn away when something hits the window with the same offensive sound.

Slipping from the sweaty sheets, on soft steady feet I creep towards the glass. Keeping my back to the wall the whole way.

This could be an attack, Maven here to take me back.

There’s no calming my heart now, beating loud enough to match the inconsistent stones thrown at the window.

I finally reach the wall, legs trembling vigorously, I all but fall against it.

Carefully I turn to peak outside daring to show my face to the attacker.

My vision adjusted to the night hues takes a moment to register the vibrant warm flame, not Mavens icy blue.


I turn to face the window fully rolling my eyes, the fear of an attack gone.

What is Cal doing throwing rocks at my window in the dead of night?

I freeze, Cal wouldn’t come at this hour unless something was wrong.

On a thief’s light feet I fly through the house and down the stairs without a sound.

The cool evening breeze brushes over my arms uncovered in my thin tank top. I ignore the temperature and jog to the side of the house.

Cal stands stone in hand aimed for my window, “you’ll break the bleeding thing if you keep that up” I call softly, and enter into his circle of heat.

He glows in the dim light, and tosses me a crooked grin. All my tension melts away. He crosses towards me in easy strides, I can’t fight the smile from growing on my face.

“What are you doing?” I grin foolishly, my attempt to scold him loses all its game.

“Well I thought this would be safer than going inside and risking your dad, brothers and Kilorn finding me” he’s got a good point, I wince at the thought of my family catching Cal sneaking into my room.

His warm hands caress mine distractingly, my breathing hitches, for a better reason this time. I push of my toes leaning into Cal’s sculpted chest and press a kiss to his lips. As I deepen the kiss he pulls back, meeting my gaze with a equally confused expression, “what are you doing?”

I flush beat red, “I- I thought that you came ‘cause…”

The realization covers Cal’s face and he lets out a roar of laughter. I whack him, “you really will wake everyone if you continue this” he just howls again. “What am I supposed to think? You coming in the middle of the night, why are you even here then?”

“I have something to show you” his excitement is audible and his bronze eyes shine.

Before I can even try to ask again he turns around, taking his heat with him, and begins rustling in the bushes. I take a few tentative steps forward and peer over his broad shoulders. He scoops up bundle of blankets and begins cooing to them.

“Cal what the actual-” just then Cal spins around and thrusts the blankets into my arms. I nearly drop it in shock before I see I’m holding the ugliest scrawniest mutt I’ve ever seen.

Cal’s grin couldn’t be wider, “I named her Spark”

“Spark” squirms in my arms I shift awkwardly to accommodate her. I’m dumbfounded, “you named her Spark?”

“I wanted to choose a name that represents both our abilities. We can change it if you want.” He bites his lip. I just stare until I realize he’s waiting for an answer.

“No, no Spark is fine,” I mumble, “when and where did you even find her?”

Cal drops his goofy grin, “I couldn’t sleep,” nightmares. He doesn’t say but I know. “I went for a walk and I heard her whimpering, she was cold and scared, and well she’s still hungry. I figured we can find her something.” I nod as a process the information. “I don’t know what there policy for pets is here but maybe we can say she’ll be a therapy dog for you.” Cal offers.

I’m about so tell him we can’t possibly keep this dog, we’ll never get permission, I don’t exactly want to get on people’s bad side here. Then I see he’s eyes soften when he watches her. This will be good for him.

“Here hold Spark, I’m going to raid the kitchen and we can take her back to your place” his face quite literally lights up as I place Spark in his arms. He gives me a quick warm kiss, I smile walking back to the house.


I sit on the floor of Cal’s glorified closet legs spread with a restless Spark in bowl of water between them. I’m half soaking wet thanks to Spark’s splashing.

Turns out with a little soap water and scrubbing her coat is actually grey not brown.

“Cal get the towel she’s had enough”

Cal gently scoops Spark from the water rolling her small body in the fluffy towel he warmed. I sigh and collapse against the wall looking over myself somehow I got Spark clean and all her mud and grime ended up on me. With the left over soapy water and a rag I mange to wipe away all of Spark’s paw prints but my tank and flannels are beyond help from a rag.

“Cal do you have a shirt I can wear?” I look over at Cal feeding Spark small pieces of left over chicken I swiped from my fridge. He just nods towards the small dresser across the room, completely entranced by Spark. Although I have to say when she’s cleaned up she’s almost cute with her big brown eyes a soft grey coat.

As I sift through Cal’s drawers Spark let’s out a few yelps I turn to see Cal tickling her, “Cal!” I hiss, “you’re supposed to calm her down not play with her. You’ll wake your neighbours!”

“Don’t worry they expect a little noise from us Mare” he says with a wink.

I gape at him then turn back to the drawer. I find a white t shirt and quickly shed my soiled clothes and slip the shirt on. On Cal it would cling to his toned form on me it hangs lose to my thighs.

I spin on my heal expecting to catch Cal’s fiery eyes sweeping over me instead I find him drifting off with Spark curled up on his chest. I can’t say I’m disappointed. I crawl into bed beside him and brush my lips over his temple while gently stroking Spark’s fur. In this moment we’re almost normal.

T’was the Night Before Christmas (Older!Damian Wayne x Reader)

Hello there friends! In the midst of the heavy Christmas spirit around me and the urge to write my own Damian x Reader oneshot, I’ve decided to write this festive little piece for those who are batfam obsessed just as I am. Happy Holidays guys! Enjoy! (P.s, Damian is about 16 in this story)

T’was the night before Christmas, and all throughout the Wayne Manor, everyone was stirring, everyone but you.

You woke to hear shouting; the sound of glass shattering along with yelling erupting from what sounded like downstairs. You groaned and rolled over in your sheets; rubbing your hands over your eyes in an attempt to rid the sleep out of them.

3:47 am

Your alarm clock read in bright green numerals as you yawned in annoyance. Great, an hour of sleep. You’d been up late wrapping your gifts for everyone before finally finishing an hour earlier and falling asleep, and although you love them for taking you in and making you a part of their family; you were a bit agitated when It came to being woken from rest.

You sat up in your bed as the shouting below you continued, grumbling as you stretched while removing the sheets from your body; resulting in somewhat of a shiver even though you were clad in your fluffiest pajamas. Perhaps they were fighting about Bruce’s refusal to turn up the thermostat again? Or perhaps Damian and Tim got into yet another fight? Your thoughts on what was going on were pre-occupying your mind as your bedroom door slowly opened; Titus peaking his wet nose through the opening before stepping inside casually.

Titus gave somewhat of a whine as he stood before your bed; his round eyes focusing on yours causing you to smile and tap your bed. He jumped onto your mattress snuggling into your lap as you smoothed your hands through his fur; the ruckus downstairs growing even louder as he whined again. Deciding the both of you have had enough, you jumped out of bed with Titus following; making your way out of your room and down the stairs as his paws tapped the wood floor following.  

Slowly walking down the Wayne Manor’s walls you stopped before a large family portrait that hung on the wall; the photo of Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Cass, Steph, and Alfred making your heart warm. You’d lived in a group home all your life, being turned away from family to family that thought of adopting you –and every time they tuned you away it broke your heart a little more… But as you stood there starring at that portrait, you felt glad for the numerous rejections and lonely Christmases of the past years, because you knew that if you hadn’t been rejected back then; you wouldn’t have been a part of the Wayne family right now.

“WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW?!” Damian’s voice erupted from the kitchen, causing you to slowly peak over the wall looking to see what was going on. You saw Damian kneeling on the floor over something with Bruce kneeling next to him, Alfred holding a jar of what appeared to be glue ad Dick stood behind them; Tim putting down his coffee as Jason stood next to Dick.

How will I confess my love for her if I can’t even give her a Christmas gift…?” Damian said softly as tears streamed down his cheeks; Bruce realizing this and wrapping am arm around his shoulders as he picked up a piece of broken glass from the floor.

“We can still fix it! It’s not all bad… I mean, if you just um… well what if you give it to her without the frame?” Bruce asked as Damian buried his face in his hands; Titus sensing his owner’s grief and leaving your side to sit beside Damian.

Wait, is Damian actually crying?” Jason asked seriously, Damian slowly removing his hands from his face before picking up a piece of broken glass and jumping up from the ground with it; growling in rage as he lunged towards Jason.

Damian!” You shouted before even realizing you were no longer hiding behind the wall. He froze in his tracks; holding the jagged piece of glass in the air as everyone’s eyes turned to you in shock, his body slowly turning around to face you before releasing the glass from his hand. Damian couldn’t speak, Bruce turning over to him and seeing his frozen panic to only speak for him at the moment.

(y/n)… um, you’re awake… we were not expecting you up this early” Bruce spoke with a tone of awkwardness in his voice as you stepped towards where he was kneeling. Damian tried to rush towards you to prevent you from seeing he broken object on the floor, however your curiosity lead you to a large shattered portrait frame on the floor. Your eyes glanced over the shattered frame’s glass; its significance unimportant to you as your eyes widened at something else; the large printed photo inside of it.

“I am so, so sorry (y/n)…” Damian said as he stood behind you. And yet you wondered how he could be sorry for something so… Beautiful.

The photo was taken during your birthday a few months ago, capturing a softly smiling Bruce hovering over a destroyed cupcake with frosting smeared on his cheek while sitting a few feet from you. Jason in the background of the photo smearing chocolate cake into an annoyed Tim’s hair, followed by a blindfolded Stephanie chasing Cassandra with a baseball bat in the opposite direction of the piñata on the top corner of the photo. You were sitting at the table in the middle of the photo a few feet from Bruce; frosting in your hair and a blush on your face while holding a frosted hand on Damian’s cheek, Dick behind you two holding bunny ears over your heads and smiling for the picture as Alfred was in the very front of the photo smiling lightly as he took the large selfie.

  You felt tears well up in your eyes and slide down your cheeks; the photo capturing the joy in your heart they evoked every day. They were your family, and Damian knew you loved them so much; to the point of realizing such a simple photo would mean the world to you.

Damian placed a hand on your shoulder; and softly you turned around with tears in your eyes, his face sinking as he worried the worst.

Beloved, please… don’t cry, name whatever you want and it’s yours, anything at a-

You cut him off mid-sentence as you jumped into his arms, your arms wrapping around his neck ceasing his rambling as you nearly squeezed the air out of his lungs. It felt like everything was so clear now, the spinning world around you suddenly stopped and focused on him; your heart swelling in realization as you pulled away from him slightly to look into his very confused green eyes.

“I already have everything I’ve ever wanted and more. I have you.” You said lovingly; Damian’s eyes widening as you released him from your arms and turned to face the photo on the floor; picking it up from the ground and holding it in front of your face before lowering it to see the loved ones before you cleaning the shattered glass from the ground.

I have a home, and a family that loves me.” You said teary eyed while smiling; stepping over to Bruce and bending down slightly to place a small kiss on his forehead. You hummed sweetly then walking over to Dick, Tim and Jason pulling Dick and Tim down to place kisses of their foreheads before turning to Jason. Jason played cocky turning away when you stood in front of him, but then gave into the innocence in your big (y/e/c) eyes before sighing and bending down, allowing you to place a light kiss on his forehead. After placing a kiss on Alfred’s cheek you turned to face Damian, who already looked somewhat jealous that you handed tokens of your affection to everyone but him.

You stepped closer to him; placing the large printout photo on the kitchen table before placing your hands on his cheeks, standing on your tip toes to meet Damian’s lips. You kissed him softly before pulling away, leaving him standing there red faced and flabbergasted as you grabbed the large photo from the table.

You walked on your way out of the kitchen when you turned around, a smile beaming on your face as you watched the best gift you’ve ever received begin to make hot chocolate –well, all except for Damian, who still stood there in a trance with his fingers placed over his lips.

“You guys better wait for me before you open your presents!!” You said before walking out of the kitchen and up to your room to hang your large photo; your heart melting in peaceful bliss as your ears already began to hear the boys yelling and running as Bruce’s voice yelled for them to wait.

But you already knew those wrapped presents had a better chance of surviving a tornado.


A/N: There are some hints to the reader’s dad being Barry Allen, but that would be colliding universes and catastrophic so I’ll leave that up to your imagination. Also mentioning the Speed Force which is basically the thing that grants super speed to the DC comic heroes because I can’t help myself.

Part 2

Nothing felt better than running. You’ve always liked running. Some of your friends think that’s weird, but they don’t experience it like you do. They don’t experience the feeling of lightning in your veins or the breeze that cooled you down. They will never experience the thrill of the Speed Force and the amazing powers that come with it.

You were born with the powers. While your dad had to struggle to learn how to control his, you got the greatest teacher to help master your powers. You’re not as powerful or as in control as your dad is, but you’re learning.

Things were fine until one of your closest friends, Peter, began acting weird. You always act weird, so you couldn’t judge him, but it was strange. Ever since his month away with Tony Stark, he was more distant. You tried to forget about it, yet you continued to worry about him.

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Seth | Stay | Rollins


Can you write a SethxReader fic for when he was injured and got v frustrated bc he couldn’t get back to wrestling as quickly as he wanted to so he gets rough with you but also maybe add some fluff idk something along those lines your writing is amazing (fluffy smutty goodness))

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2,639+ dirty little words. Sorry this one isn’t as long as my others, but I really got into it and loved the request. Hopefully you guys like it!


Seth Rollins - WWE


SMUT AHEAD! There. I warned you. Lots and lots of smut. And angst. And fluff. And Seth might seem like kind of a jerk for a little bit, but he’s injured and cranky and a big baby in the one shot, so yeahhh.


Oral (giving and receiving),swallowing, hair pulling, biting/marking…



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It Must Be Fate - Part 2

(Part 1)


Pairing: Isaac x Reader

Summary: You spend a night out with Lydia and meet a handsome stranger. The next day you get hired at your dream company, to only find out the guy you had a fling with is the CEO.

Side Note: Finally an imagine is finished! I for one couldn’t be any happier, thank you for being patient guys. Enjoy!. P.S - How hot does Daniel Sharman look in that gif? ahaha. x

In this moment, you swore you forgot how to breathe.

“Do you want to seat down?”, he asked pointing to the two chairs in front of his desk.

“No, I do not want to sit down Isaac. Oh god, of course, of course the random guy I met at the bar and had a one night stand with, ends up being the CEO of the most prestigious law firm in the city”. The pieces fitted together perfectly, speaking once again. “Hang on is that why you kept on asking me if I knew you?“. Dropping your bag on the white sofa beside you.

Isaac placed the file in his hands down onto his desk, stepping around it he unbuttoned his jacket and leaned against the table. "It’s rare for people to not know who I am, so when you told me that you didn’t I felt almost relived. It was a nice fresh of breath air I suppose”.

He observed you, perhaps seeing if he could detect your reaction. But what reaction were you suppose to give? Shock, numbness, a feeling of stupidity were all there. Isaac continued to speak “I looked at your resume before I even meet you. Y/N the job was already yours, it still is if you want to take it”.

Coming out of the daze, “And what happens when people find out that I slept with the CEO of Lahey Law Firm? Do you honestly think they’ll believe that I got the job before sleeping with you?”.

Isaac sighed, pushed himself off of the desk and made his way towards you. Adding another feeling to the list…lust. Hovering above, his aftershave was strong but not to the point that it was overpowering.  "Take the job or don’t. I’ll happily give it to someone else, but I have a feeling that isn’t what you want".

Slouching down onto the couch, head in hands, the other side dipped. Isaac put his hand gently on your knee. Brushing it away, he looked shocked. “Please don’t, this is already a huge mess as it is”.

“We slept together once Y/N, no-one is going to find out. If this is such a huge problem for you then there’s the door”. How dare he speak to you like that, you thought. Standing on up and grabbing your bag. “You know what, come to think of it. It’s not that big of a problem, nothing is going to stop me from working here, from doing what I love”.

He stood up, eye to eye, neither backing down. “Good, you’re hired. You start tomorrow and don’t be late”. Only a fool wouldn’t admit the ongoing intense connection that surrounded the two of you. Feeling his eyes watching you leave, once you were safely in the elevator a huge sigh came from your lips.

How in the world were you going to survive working at Lahey Law Firm, when you not only slept with the CEO but were beginning to develop feelings for him as well?

Heading back to your apartment, the day turned out to be more than you bargained for. The information still hadn’t sunk in, I mean how could it? Opening the door it was suspiciously dark, roaming around for the light you flicked the switch.

“Surprise!” Lydia was front and center with Stiles, Scott, Kira, Liam and Malia behind her. It certainly was, hanging your coat on the rack next to the door along with your bag. “What’s all this?”, you asked all the smiling people. Lydia came up and squeezed you tight not being able to hide the grin on her face.

“We’re celebrating, you’re now officially a lawyer at the most well known law firm in this city”, Scott said stepping around Lydia to give you a hug.

Stiles stepped forward raising his glass, “We couldn’t be more proud of you Y/N”. Everyone else followed suit and clicked glasses with the person next to them. “Thank you guys”, you said.

The party went on for about 2-3 hours until it died down and most of them left, expect for Lydia. Coming out of your room changed into pj’s she was cleaning up the empty bottles, and plates that were scattered around the kitchen and living room.

“You don’t have to do that Lydia, I can clean up tomorrow” telling her.

“It’s no big deal, plus it gives us a chance to talk” she said setting down the last of the plates, before tapping the chair next to her. Taking the seat you could feel her staring. “Something is bothering you” she added.

Is this the part where you tell her, or shrug it off and pretend like it isn’t a big deal?. You opted for the second option. “Nothing is bothering me, I just…can’t believe that I’m finally achieving my dream”.

Lydia placed her hand on top of yours, “Well believe it because you made it”.

And those words echoed all throughout the night, you did make it and determination was the fire that was going to keep this dream alive.

The next day your mood improved greatly, already changed for work, today you felt more relaxed and confident. Taking a cab to what you couldn’t yet still believe was your job, the huge elevator doors opened once again and you stepped into the foyer.

Walking past the front desk, the women who didn’t even give you a name last time was waiting for you. “Y/N good your not late, Mr Lahey would be please about that. I’m Lauren his own personal assistant”. Following her down the long hallway, you peaked into the several offices that you two had already passed, and either they were empty or were occupied with people intensely typing away on their keyboard. Lauren stopped, which made you halt just in time before smashing into her. “This is your office”.

With that, her long hair nearly hit you in the face as she swirled around and left, not bothering to tell you anything beyond what she already had. A fuzzy feeling emerged in your stomach when you saw your name printed on the door, touching the letters just to make sure that this was all real.

“I’m guessing you like your office?”. Slightly embarrassed that you got caught, Isaac was standing only a few meters away looking devilishly handsome in his black suit.

“As a matter fact I do”. Walking into it and inspecting the room, it wasn’t too big but held quite a lot of space. It had a large wooden desk equipped with a computer, chair, note pads, just about everything a lawyer might need. On the far left wall hung a painting, and in the small corner there was a sofa and a coffee table.

“Good because I wouldn’t get too comfortable just yet”. He held up and folder, “I have a case for you”. There was a glimmer, something in his eyes when he mentioned your first assignment. Opening up the folder, you scanned through the details of the case. It wasn’t the most interesting one but nonetheless it was a solid start.

“It’s a divorce case, seems simple enough. The couple had no prenup signed so she gets 50%”. You told Isaac. He looked impressed, and spoke shortly after. “Seems easy on paper, but the question is which one are you going to pick to represent. Can’t do both, so will you pick the wife or the husband?”.

Sitting down in the leather chair, the comfort was something you could get used too. Isaac walked over and placed one arm over the chair and the other on the arm rest, before leaning in. “I need a decision by the end of the day, whichever you pick you better not let them down. But most importantly don’t let me or this firm down either”.

His warm breath still left a painful reminder of the lust you felt towards him, shaking it from your memory you went straight to work, to determine who you would represent in your first ever case as a lawyer of Lahey Law Firm.

Throughout the day you meet a lot of your other colleagues, however there was no time to stop and chat. Going back and forth between your office, the file room, as well as the kitchen all resulted in you walking past Isaac’s office. One of those times you saw him with his sleeves pulled up, giving a clear view of those arm muscles whenever he tensed. Another time he was sitting at his desk, typing away at his keyboard, hair slightly messy and a pen in his mouth.

Checking your watch, the day had officially gone by. Feeling confident in your decision, you went on over to Isaac’s office. Knocking lightly on the door he looked up, waving you to come on in.

“I’ve made my decision, I’m going to represent the wife”. You announced to him, but it appeared that Isaac wasn’t paying any attention. “Did you hear a word that I just said?”, asking him with a little more force.

Isaac lifted his head, whatever he was working on seemed to have taken a lot of energy from him. He looked tired, but still managed to be annoyingly attractive. “Yes I heard. You’re going to be the lawyer for the wife. I expect you to come bright and early tomorrow to start work on the case”.

The windows in the background, the night sky lit up, very much reminded you for that night at the bar even of the hotel room. Apart of you so desperately wanted to close the door, and let emotions take over. But the rational part screamed at you to not be foolish and to walk away.

“I know I’m handsome we established that the night we meet, so there is no need to stare love”. He said, smirk spread across his face.

“Is this how it’s going to be, you making awful jokes?” replying back to him. Isaac laughed and placed down the paper he was holding, closing the gap rather quickly.

“I lied”, he whispered when he was close enough. “At first I didn’t think it was going to be a problem, but every time I see you walking down the hall or in your office I want to bloody kiss you”. Breath hitched in your throat, warning alarms started to ring telling you to stop this.

Counting to three in your head, his lips were inches away from yours. “Isaac, we can't”, you warned him. Placing a hand on his chest you pushed him away gently. Turning around to leave was interrupted when the room became pitch black, and then lit up again.

"What happened?”. You asked Isaac, who rushed over to the phone. As soon as he picked it up he ran out the door. Following behind him, he furiously pushed the buttons on the elevator….nothing. That’s when it clicked, oh how reality set in now.

“It seems like the power has gone out”. He stared at you, his brown eyes mixed with yours. Shaking your head in disbelief, the gods were certainly against you.

“So we’re stuck in this building…together?”. All Isaac did was nod, then he added.“Guess fate really does want us to be together”, walking back into his office.

Not amused by his comment on bit, you marched on in there. “I’m glad your finding the humor in this”. Isaac smirked, “No, please continue to be amused. Don’t let me stop you”.

He folded his arms, “What are you so panicked about. So we spend the night together, it’s not like we haven’t done that before”. Throwing the pillow in his direction, he swiftly caught it.

“Wait a minute, the back up generators are working. So the elevator should too?”.

“The back up generators weren’t designed to power the elevator in case of a black out, only the lights in the building”. He explained, sitting down in his chair. Sighing that wasn’t the answer you were hoping to hear.

He stood up again and walked out the room, coming back in shortly after. Throwing you a blanket, he spoke. “Get comfortable, because we aren’t going anywhere tonight”. Watching as he made his way back into his big chair, your eyes didn’t want to tear themselves away. But you had to in order to check your phone, the battery was slowly dying.

Turning it off you wanted it to at least have some battery percentage left, just in case of an emergency. Staring once again at the man before you, what if he was right? This was the third time that you and Isaac had been thrown together. And nothing in life is ever accidental.

Was there such a thing as fate? Isaac glanced up and locked eyes with you, no words uttered, no movements made. Just two people not being able to look away from one another.