i have exams tomorrow what the hell

anonymous asked:

hiii! first lemme confess that I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WRITING SO MUCH YOU ARE MY GODDESS. And i was wondering if i can request mini fic on how will rfa+V/Saeran react that after a HUGE fight and misunderstanding MC just left them, was never seen and didn't make any contact. But two or three years later by coincidence they found her in another country (or city) with a child beside her that looks so identical to them (dunno if it will work for baehee ^^;;) AGAIN THANK YOU AND I WUV YOU HUGS ANDKISSES

AHHHHH YOU MADE MY DAY LOVELY ANON. I am so happy you like my writing <3. But wowwee this is an AMAZING request and I had so much fun writing this. Honestly, I don’t think Mini-Fics do this justice but I will post this diddly here and write a sequel post to this maybe next Saturday? :D I am going to keep this under the tab because it is SOOOO LONG GAHDAMN. Thanks so much and as always your love is much appreciated~ 

Show me and this post some love by FOLLOW/LIKE/REBLOG <3

Also I want to apologize to my Baehee lovers- I REALLY REALLY tried to figure out how to incorporate her into this, but I just couldn’t. I love baehee too but i just couldn’t I grant you all permission to stone me now D:




He was doing it once again; he compared you to her.

Hasn’t he realized by now, after two years of being together that you were

nothing like Rika?

Were you just her replacement?

All you wanted was for him to study, he had a huge exam coming up and he was still raging on LOLOL. You pulled the headphones off his head and he glared at you angrily, “What the hell, MC? I was in the middle of the game?” 

“Yoosung, you have your biochemistry exam tomorrow, you need to study and get some sleep or you will fail,” you said, annoyed that he was being upset with you for caring.

“God MC, can you just leave me alone? Who even cares? I’ll study when I am done playing,” he said as he glared at you once again, snatching the headphones out of your hands and placing them back on the top of his head

That was it. You have had enough and you went over and just unplugged the computer, inciting a loud yell from your boyfriend.

“Why the hell did you do that? I lost all of my progress. Why can’t you just understand and leave me alone? Rika would have.” He spat angrily.

You felt your heart shatter to pieces, tears now beginning to stream down your face. “Is that all I am to you? A replacement for the crush you had on your cousin?” You didn’t even wait for him to reply, you went into his room and pulled all of your stuff into a suitcase. 

You walked back out to find him sitting on the couch looking down at his hands. You saw that he was still upset, but so were you. You wanted nothing more but the best for him, you wanted to love and cherish him but you could only be yourself. You were your own person and nobody’s replacement. You opened the door, walking out of his life, looking back one last time you said, “Goodbye Yoosung, I hope that you get over her eventually.” With that, you were gone.


Three long years had passed, and Yoosung had regretted that day ever since. Why didn’t I just stop playing the stupid game? I did need to study for that exam, I threw everything away, I am so stupid.

Three long years had passed since MC had left him. After he calmed down he went to Rika’s apartment, hoping that she was there and that he could apologize. He opened the door to find it empty, he asked Seven to try locating her, but he couldn’t find her, all he knows is that she got onto a train and then the trail went dry. 

He had become depressed, the came home and trashed his computer, letting out all his pent out anger on the mechanic device, tears flowing down his face freely. He poured himself into work, finishing school with honors, to most of his professor’s surprises.

He took a year off before furthering his education, hoping to do some travel, to try forgetting the pain that etched his heart permanently. He was going to go backpacking in Switzerland, staying with a small host family in a tiny village. He hoped to learn something about the animal and plant life there but also hoping that the manual labor would help him forget his mistakes, what he had done.

He made the love of his life cry, and have all the happiness drain from his life. He felt a jolt as the car pulled up to the rural village. He stepped out to meet his host family and get settled down. He laid on the bed, contemplating if this really was the right thing to do. He felt tears leave cold trails down his cheeks it was so painful. He had to do something, to try getting over MC. He had ruined things, and he deserved every ounce of pain that he was receiving now. 

His ears perked at the soft succession of knocks on his door. He shot up, grabbing his head and groaning at the lightheadedness he was feeling. 

“Yoosung, the town has gathered to meet you, won’t you come say hello?” his host mother said cheerfully.

He knew he couldn’t decline, he got up and freshened himself up. He went outside to see a large group of people waiting anxiously outside for him. He introduced himself shyly as they exchanged pleasantries. He found himself wanting to escape, the sadness from thinking about MC still gnawing at his heart slowly.

 After what felt like hours, he went to his host mother and told her that he was going inside to begin unpacking. 

“Oh but wait, Yoosung, you have yet to meet one more person. She teaches at the local school here, hold on let me go grab her… oh, actually I see her making her way over here.” The host mother replied glibly.

 Yoosung was about to politely decline as he glanced back at the teacher. His eyes watered and the cadence of his heart had increased furiously. He felt all the blood rush to his head and began feeling lightheaded once again. This is a dream, right? There is no way MC would be here right?

He knew the answer, though. More so, he saw the answer when you two finally made eye contact, the blood drained from your face and you immediately stopped. It was like there was no one else around, that you two were the only two people in the whole world. The dam broke and tears began slowly falling from his eyes, as he whispered your name out loud, the first time in years. He began walking over to you, desperately trying to close the distance between the two of you, the distance that he had caused.

 He was shaken out of his reverie by a child, a little girl who clung onto you, “Mommy”. As the words came out of the young girl’s mouth Yoosung felt his heart sink. She moved on, she’s a mother now. He looked at you, heart breaking in his eyes and looked back at the child.

The child, feeling his gaze on him, finally looked over and made eye contact. Yoosung fell to his knees, he was finding it difficult to breathe, he was so confused. He was looking right into the same pair of Amethyst irises that were on his own face. What is going on? There’s no way…right? And with that, darkness clouded his vision as he closed the short distance to the ground with a soft thump.

~To be continued~


You were late. It felt like your heart had dropped into your stomach, even before you saw the lines on the pregnancy test, deep down you knew, you were pregnant. So many emotions consumed you at once; you were terrified and extremely excited. You and Zen had made a baby out of your love. You were overjoyed, to say the least. You ran to text your lovely boyfriend. Your two year anniversary was coming up in a few days and asked him to come early that day, you were going to surprise him over dinner and you couldn’t wait.

It felt like an eternity waiting for your boyfriend to come home from rehearsal, you guys had a reservation and you were seriously cutting it close. You heard a knock at the door and you opened it to a bouquet of roses in front of your face, behind them your lovely silver haired boyfriend stood, grinning ear to ear.

“Happy Anniversary Babe,” he said as he pulled you in for a kiss. You felt so happy you were going to cry. Pulling away, you interlocked your fingers and rushed out onto the street. It was a beautiful day and you really needed to walk these nerves off. What better way to spend the day, with the man you love. You listened intently as he rambled on about practice and how he was in line for a new A-List movie.

Things really were looking up, Zen making his big break on the big screen and you were going to start a family together. You guys were finally seated, when you heard a shrill cry from the table near you, you saw a mother trying to calm her baby down, the father cooing lovingly at the child. You wondered if that is how it would be when you gave birth, your heart swelling with longing.

“Ugh, thank god that is not us babe,” Zen said as he scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I know I said I wanted to start a family with you, and I do, but there is no way I could be on my career track and have to worry about some brat”

You felt your heart shatter and you sank in your seat, “What do you mean by that Zen? I thought you wanted a family…” you asked as cautiously as you could without revealing your emotions to him.

“Hmm, I probably do, but having one

right now

would be a total inconvenience, ” he said as he picked at his food. “I’m just breaking the ice to become and A-Lister, it would be the end of my career if we had a kid now”

You felt your whole world shatter, an inconvenience. This is the man you love how on earth could you make him choose between you and his dream job. You kept up the happy façade as you continued to enjoy each other’s company for the night.

The next day, when Zen left for his final audition, he kissed you goodbye and for good luck. Little did he know it was the last time you would kiss him. You knew, that if he had to choose between his career and you, he would pick you. Wel, you hoped, part of you was terrified to find out, so you made the decision for him. You packed all of your things, and quickly scribbled a small letter for him and walked out, hoping that you made the right choice.


He had moved on. He was Zen, the award-winning A-List actor, men wanted to be him and women wanted to be with him. So why was he still hung up on MC?

It shattered his heart, him coming home, ecstatic, ready to share the news that he had landed the role. Only to find his house empty, every trace of her gone from his apartment, a simple note left on the table. I’m sorry Zen, I can’t do this anymore.

He hunted for her, looking everywhere but came up empty. She clearly did not want to be found. Where did he go wrong? Had he not loved her properly? Was she not satisfied because he was not a hot shot star yet? Did she find someone better? In the end, it was her loss, because he was now famous and couldn’t spare her a second thought. 

Yet every night, no matter who laid in bed next to him that day, he felt his mind wander to her. His needs were animalistic and emotions were too troublesome to deal with. He took what he needed to and they never heard from him again, he was not going to let someone play with him like that again. Yeah, he was totally over her. 

He was traveling to L.A, to shoot a scene for his new movie. Everything had been done smoothly, they were ahead of scheduled in the shooting and he had some down time. Why not sightsee? He loved the attention that he received for his unique looks and status, he paraded down the streets, window shopping, when he came across a small bookstore.

He felt the blood rushing in his ears, MC loved bookstores like this. He brushed the painful feeling that was swarming inside of him, as he casually walked into the store. He looked around, brushing his fingers against titles you used to love. Ah, I believe this one was her favorite yes?

As he pulled the book out, he heard someone, “Do you need help finding anything sir? That is a splendid read, my favorite actually.” He froze, he knew that voice, how could he forget. When he reads the letter, he hears it in that voice, the voice that completely broke his heart. His eyes hardened as he turned around, the temperature dropping considerably in the store as he met your eyes, your face blanching.

“Well well well, look who we have here. What was your name again? MD? Something like that no?” he claimed snarkily, as you flinched from the harsh words he spat at you. “Being the man I am, and the number of women I have been with, you all just kind of blur together.” 

“Nice to see you Zen,” you said as he saw you clench your jaw. “I am glad to see you’re doing well.” 

His ruby irises flashed in anger briefly, he was not going to let you have the satisfaction of knowing you could still affect him. He gave you a haughty laugh as he sneered, “Well of course after you left me, my life changed for the better. So maybe I should say thank you?” It took him everything he had to not visibly flinch in front of you, but he had to prove that he was doing better, that you still didn’t have your fingers in him. Even though all he wanted to do was pull your long tresses out of that ponytail and feel the silky strands against his fingers. He wanted to bury his hands in your hair as he pulled you close, his other hand on your waist as he felt the warmth of you lips against his, but he was not weak.

These past three years have hardened him and he was not going to let you uproot all of his hard work. “Have a nice life MC.” He said, noticing the sadness wash over your face as he abruptly walked out of the store. 

What on earth am I doing? He thought to himself, as he watched you. What am I a stalker now?

He didn’t know why, but his feet seemed to wander back to the little shop, he knew he was extremely conspicuous so he donned some sunglasses and a hat, which he tucked all of his hair into. He watched you, as you wiped a few stray tears from your face, his heart clenched. Had it been before he would have run into the store and kissed the tears away. However, this was not before and he was not the same naïve man he used to be.

 He watched as you checked the time and quickly locked the store up. He watched you and began following you. I simply want to see if she’s doing worse, to make sure that she’s not happier than she was when she was with me right? This is to only make me feel better since I’m totally over her.

He followed you for quite a while, admiring the view. Noticing that nothing had really changed. Minus the fact that before, his place would have been right next to you, holding your hand, cherishing you. Not longing for you from afar. He saw as you stood outside a daycare center, watching the children play. He had wanted to start a family with you, once he had secured his role in the movie, he was going to ask you to marry him that night, but apparently he was not good enough.

He wondered, was the man you were with right now, making you laugh like he had? Did he hold your hand like he always did? Did he wake up and make breakfast for you or tickle you like he had? Did he love you as passionately as he did? The mere thought made him clench his jaw tightly. Was he responsible for your smile now that Zen was deemed unworthy of that task?

His train of thought was broken and he felt his jaw drop. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He saw the child hugging MC, and MC speaking to him affectionately. He was shaking, he wanted to scream, to cry, anything. He was so confused. The little boy had a striking resemblance to him; it was like he was looking into his own crimson eyes. The boy even had the same white hair that his hands were gripping tightly. It was like looking at pictures of him again during the toddler stage.

Slowly, he made his way over. He stood behind, the woman who had crushed him. Completely and utterly destroyed him. He needed answers.

He saw your face ashen as you caught his eyes. He looked at you and the child repeatedly. Gears spinning in his head, it can’t be. There is no way, right? He continued to stare at the child, now shying away from your stares. A series of emotions rushed onto his face, joy, sadness, anger but most of all confusion. Finally, he gathered his nerves and look right at you, your eyes filled to the brim with tears, completely speechless.

“MC, there’s no way right?”

~To be continued~


“Honey, please, would you just tell me what is wrong? Did something happen at work? Why are you in such a terrible mood?” you asked the stoic man who sat across from you at the table, his metallic irises piercing yours as he glared at you. You felt yourself visibly flinch and shrink away from his cold glare.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” he spat out angrily. “I saw you today, flirting with the Director of Marketing, you were laughing quite shamelessly at what he said.”

You couldn’t believe your ears, you and Jumin had been engaged for two years now. In the beginning, he was scarily possessive when Elizabeth had run away. He eased up and slowed down and your relationship was amazing. You enjoyed time with each other, felt the love blossom between the two of you, but recently he had been regressing back into his jealous, possessive ways.

“Juju, honey, I promise. I was merely being polite and making small talk- you know that you are the only person my heart beats for, the only person I love so dearly,” you said softly, as you reached for his hand.

He ripped his hand away from yours harshly his eyes were stone cold. “Do I really know that? The Director of Marketing is very well off, you could be spreading your legs for him, for all that I know” he said, his voice laced with such disgust it made you feel as if you had done something wrong.

Tears began to well in your eyes, begging you to come out. No, you were not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. You merely looked at him, anger radiating off of you, as you were looking face to face with the man that just ripped your heart out and stepped on it like it was utter trash.

It felt like a millennia had passed before either of you said anything. Jumin was the first one to speak, “Perhaps you should leave, MC,” he said, as he turned around. “I need some time.”

You were done. You had given this man everything, and he crushed you. You simply could not do it anymore, the possessiveness, the jealousy, the accusations. It took all of your strength to stand up and walk away, you grabbed a suitcase and threw all of your essential into it and began walking out. You paused momentarily, taking off your engagement ring and placing it on the table, “You want time? Well now you’ve got it because I am done” you said venomously and with that, you walked out and away from the man that claimed your heart.


He said he needed time and that was this mistake, one of many he had made that night. When she walked out of his life, he thought that he would be able to locate her easily but she had completely wiped herself off the grid. She must have changed her name and created and alias because even seven couldn’t locate her. Jumin was not giving up, though. Even now, three years later, he still carried her engagement ring in his breast pocket.

He was on the plane, on the way to London, to speak to another potential business client, when he felt his mind wander to her, as it did most of the day. Day in and day out, he poured himself into his work, even giving up Elizabeth to Yoosung. It was completely his fault that she had left; he pushed her away, even throwing grotesque accusations at her. He overheard from his employees that the Director of Marketing was cheating on his wife and had his eyes set on his beloved. When he saw them talking all rational thought left his head and he couldn’t think straight. He knew that you would never betray him like that, you had given him more love and happiness than he deserved, he self-sabotaged everything he had going on and he despised himself for it.

He knew that she belonged to herself and that he could not control her. However, the very thought of losing her made him go insane. Life worked in mysterious ways because in the end he pushed her away and he was still miserable. He was not giving up, though, he would continue searching for her until his very last breath.

The one time that Driver Kim does not accompany him, everything seems do go wrong. He had finished the meeting he had with his business client and he was on his was back to his hotel when the car was having some issues. It seemed that it was going to take three hours for someone to come out and help, seeing that it was rush hour. Jumin’s head was throbbing, his heart was chronically aching but more so today, he decided that since he had no other options he would go for a walk. He was in London, some sight seeing surely would not hurt anyone.

He began walking down the street and came across and ice cream parlor, his mind wandered again to his beloved MC. He remembered how when they had gone on their first date, he insisted on going to a five-star restaurant but she denied. She said that she would pick and that Jumin had to wear casual clothing. Their first date was at an ice cream store, where they simply talked and enjoyed each others company, they then went to a park where they just sat and talked for hours and looked at the clouds. He found himself smiling to himself, missing her dearly.

He kept strolling on, passing a jewelry store, when a necklace caught his eyes. It was very simple, a crescent moon with a heart dangling to the center of the moon. He went into the store and purchased it, pleased with himself because he knew it would look wonderful on MC. She was always very simplistic, finding pleasure in the small things in life, never getting anything too gaudy or over the top. He felt himself cringe, as he remembered what he had said to her before he drove her away, her referred to her as parasitical, a gold digger. He was absolutely ridiculous because MC was anything but so. He felt his head begin to throb once again and the pain in his chest was unbearable at this point.

He spotted a small park across the street and decided to go sit down for a bit and maybe calm down. The park was very small and quaint, surrounded by nature. His mind began to wander to MC, as it had been all day. Oh how he missed her, he was a fool. He was kicking himself when he felt something again his leg. He looked up to see a ball against his leg, as he picked it up he heard the small patter of footsteps.

“Hey, Mister! That’s our ball you can’t steal it” he looked down to see two children running over to him as fast as their tiny legs could take them. The little girl had her raven hair tied in braids and the little boy’s raven hair flounced up and down as he ran over. He felt himself smile, but what struck him the most was that it was as if he was staring into his own eyes, since the children each had a pair of their own silver eyes, he found them absolutely adorable.

Bending down so he was on his knees in front of them, he handed the ball over to them and gently ruffled their hair. “There you go kids, make sure you be careful when you play,” he said to them as he felt himself smile once again softly.

“Woooooah. Hey, mister, you have silver eyes too?” the kids asked him, completely awestruck. “That is so cool” they squealed. “Mommy says that our daddy has silver eyes like us too, I hope we get to meet him one day”

He was about to reply to the children when he felt his heart stop beating. The blood in his veins ran cold, he rubbed his eyes roughly. This… surely this is a dream, right?

“Kids~ what did I tell you about running off?” he knew that melodious voice, he knew the owner of that voice. He turned his head and saw you, looking as beautiful as ever. Your long hair cascading effortlessly down your shoulders, worry painting your features. How was it possible for you to become even more beautiful?

Kids? She got married? Of course, she had gotten married, any man would be lucky to have MC, I should know. He turned his back to her and was about to say something to the children in front of him when they shot out from his arms.

“Mommy! We found out ball, that nice man over there helped us out” they said as they ran over to you. His blood ran cold once more. “Mommy? No way? That cannot be possible, that would mean that…” he thought to himself as he clenched his hand into a fist.

You let out a laugh and he felt his heart squeeze. He missed your laugh; it was one of his favorite sounds in the world. He craves for your smile and to feel your lips against his. “Well guys, let’s be polite and go say thank you to the kind sir” he heard you say, as he turned around.

He saw as his eyes met yours, the surprise on your face. He saw the color drain from your face completely. He saw a flash of anger that crossed your eyes. What pained him the most was the pain that was blatantly obvious on your face, seeing him caused you so much pain that he saw you physically flinch.

A whirlwind of emotions were flowing inside him for the first time in 3 years, he clenched his heart, eyes pleading with MC, begging her to say something, anything.

~To be continued~


He was spiraling, regressing at a rapid rate. It all started a few days ago. Seven had been sitting at home for nearly a week, you decided to take him outside, so see that new scary movie and maybe look at the stars together. Honestly, you’d watch grass grow if you could be with Saeyoung.

He was in a better mood, happy to finally get a break from work and he always loved date night. Unfortunately, he was a secret agent and happiness was always short lived. Someone from another agency who was not too happy with Saeyoung, they grabbed you and shoved you to the ground.

Fists flew and there was shouting, the next thing you knew was that Saeyoung was carrying you up into your shared home. He gently placed you on the bed as he began cleaning your wounds. His shoulders began to shake as he broke down sobbing, apologizing endlessly. 

You grabbed his face and peppered it with kisses, reassuring him that you were strong. This slight plain was nothing than the pain you would be in if you couldn’t be by his side. Maybe that’s where it all went wrong you initially put the idea of not being by his side into his head.

He had gone back to how it was when you were back at Rika’s apartment. In fact, he might be even colder than he was back then. It was like the past two years of you two being together had not even happened. Whenever you would say something to him, he would give you cold responses, he even stopped going to bed with you. He simply did not sleep or slept in his workroom.

It was starting to drive you insane. You had enough, you stomped into his room as he gave you another cold glance and went back to typing rapidly. “Saeyoung, what is going on? Why do you insist on pushing me away?” you asked, pleasing your voice to stop shaking.

Sighing, he stood up and threw his headphones down, “Honestly, I’m getting tired of you, MC. You always nag me, bother me and harass me. You’re constantly smothering me! I feel suffocated in my own god damn home.” He yelled.

 You cursed yourself, as you felt yourself flinch at his harsh words. You knew this was a tactic, for him to just push you away. At least you hoped it was. Anxiety ate away at you sometimes, wondering if he meant anything that he said to you when he was like this.

You gathered yourself, feigning confidence, “Saeyoung please, I love you. I know that you’re just doing this to push me away. I love you more than anything in the world…please” you said, your voice breaking.

He let out a vicious laugh, and looked at you, his eyes hard. You nearly whimpered at the person before you, surely this wasn’t your lovely seven, this guy seemed to despise you. “See here’s the thing MC, I don’t think I love you. Not anymore. In fact, I don’t think I ever did, I think it was just that you were the shiny new toy in the RFA. I had to watch you and yeah I noticed that you had a nice ass that I could tap, but love? Don’t flatter yourself” a grim smile, plastered on his face.

Tears were now freely running down your face. The pain was bone crushing, you were left trying to catch your breath. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Was everything a lie? He never loved me? It was one sided this entire time? It would have hurt less if he had slapped you. 

“Well, since you clearly don’t feel the same, let me do you the favor of leaving. So I don’t bother you anymore.” You said quietly. You went into your shared bedroom and gathered your things. You went back into the workroom and quietly took off the pendant that Saeyoung had given you and left.

The wind was harsh, but the cold front that Seven had was worse. Being heartbroken was utterly unbearable. Sobs escaped you as you flagged down a taxi. You left the man that you loved more than anything in the world. Never looking back, hoping that maybe someday he would be happy, even if that meant it wasn’t with you.


It was for the best, he thought to himself. That day when his enemies had hurt her, he saw red. He was causing her pain, putting her in danger. He loved her more than anything, but she deserved better. She deserved a happy stable husband that can take her out on dates without the risk of being mauled and beaten. 

He was genuinely surprised when she had actually gotten up and left. Isn’t that what he wanted? He said some vulgar things to you, things that were not even remotely true. He watched as you got into a taxi and drove away. He knew this was for the best, that you deserved better, that you could do so much better than him.

He knew. Too bad he was a selfish bastard. Three weeks had gone by and he was out of tears. His heart was clenching with unbearable pain. He gave up and decided to go find her. To his surprise, it seemed that she did not want to be found. She watched as she bounced from taxi to taxi, confusing him. He was going mad, unable to even see her through CCTV’s. He had the love of his life, in his arms and he pushed her away. He fell back, tears stinging at his eyes once more. He deserves this, to be unhappy; she was always too good for him. He had hurt her so he would live life miserably knowing that he caused all of this.

It has been three years and not a day goes by where he doesn’t think of MC. He reverted back to his 707 persona, acting like everything was okay, when it most certainly was not. Alas, he was travelling and that always took his mind off of things. He had to fly over to New York, to see the launch of some fancy new tech. During the plane ride, he couldn’t help but think of you, as he felt the cold metal of his pendant against his chest. A harsh reminder to him everyday of what he had lost. 

New york was busy and bustling, just how he liked it. No one knew him here and no one cared. He attended the tech launch and was bored out of his mind. He decided to make his way over to a diner to grab some food as he smiled to himself softly. You would so proud of me MC, I’m having a meal that doesn’t entail hbc or phd pepper.

He pulled out his laptop, and began finishing up some last minute work for Vanderwood. Well, he tried too. His mind kept wandering to you, how much he searched for you and hoped to see you just even it was a small glimpse. Groaning, he pulled up all of the security footage in the entire state of New York, it was a long shot but he ran a facial recognition scan through all of the security footage.

He knew it would take a while, he sat and patiently waited, trying so very hard to not get his hopes up. His hopes to find you, because what were the chances that you were here? His thoughts were filled to the brim with you, the first time you kissed, the first time he laid eyes on you, he always knew, you were the one. 

There was no one else for him. He loved you so dearly but he’d rather be alive and well if it meant you couldn’t be by his side. He jumped as he heard his laptop ping quietly. No way. You were here, in New York.

He saw that you worked at a office building on the other side of town and that you would be leaving in an hour and a half. He quickly paid his bill and bolted out of the restaurant. He hailed a taxi and gave him the address. His heart was pounding and he felt a sudden rush of adrenaline. He could see her. He didn’t even need to talk to her. He just wanted to silently watch her and make sure she was all right, that she was happy. 

The taxi finally pulled up next to the large office building, just in time to see her walking out. Seven pulled his hood over his head and kept his eyes low and rounded the corner. He watched her as she walked outside, looking as radiant as ever. She was older and more beautiful than he could ever imagine. To his irritation, he saw that she walked outside with one of her male coworkers, who seemed to be hitting on her. She politely smiled and declined, seven felt his heart swell with happiness.

He knew that he shouldn’t hold her back and that he should be happy for her. He was the one that ruined things between them. He quietly followed her, longing for her as she went on with the rest of her day.

He watched her, she seemed more voluptuous than before, curves that turned him on more than anything. It took him everything he had to not grab her butt everytime it caught his eye. She had cut her long hair, and it was now shoulder length, she always had a baby face but this made her look even younger. He watched has her locks bounced with every step she took. 

They turned into a residential area, he jumped when he heard her groan. She paused briefly and seven bent down to pretend to tie his shoe. He heard her curse as she pulled off her heels, and held them in her hands as she resumed her pace. He laughed silently to himself, looks like some things never change.

He watched as she walked into a nearby park, filled with a few kids. He was surprised to hear her yelling and even more surprised when he saw a child run into her arms. She fell back laughing, smothering the child with kisses, as she did to him once. His heart stopped beating. The child had red hair and his own amber eyes, even more so the child was wearing glasses. He began to shake, there was no way this could be right? Surely God was this cruel?

Deep down, he knew the answer. He just didn’t want to admit it to himself. That child was his, born from the love he and MC had. His heart swelled in love and affection when his breath hitched in his throat. I abandoned MC, while she was pregnant with our child. I’m a fucking monster. 

He fell to his knees groaning, grabbing his shirt, the pain in his chest unbearable. “S-Saeyoung?” his head snapped up to look straight into MC’s. She held the child to her, and he was the spitting image of Saeyoung. He looked at the child and back at MC. His brain trying to find the words to say, what on earth could he say?

His heart shattered when he heard her inhale. Tears were flowing gently down her cheeks heartbreak was prevalent on her face, engraved in her eyes. He couldn’t say anything; he just stared at her. He was the cause of all of this. He came, crashing into her life, creating a mess and then simply leaves and here he was once again creating a mess. He was terrible for her, but he wanted, more than anything. He never stopped loving her, not even for a second, he wanted to be a part of his sons life, but he simply could not find the words to say.   

“Mommy? Why are you sad?” the tiny redhead said as he wiped MC’s tears, shooting a tiny glare at Seven.

 He felt his heart swell with pride. Ah yes son, good job protect your mother. The worst thing for her in this world is me.

~To be continued~


You were constantly living in her shadow. She tormented and tortured V for years. Abusing him so severely that he still was under the impression that he owed her something. It made you feel sick. You tried to not let that bother you but it was certainly weighing down on your relationship with V.

How could he still even think of her? That bitch? That’s why when he accidentally called you, “Rika” your blood ran cold. You couldn’t help the tears that began pooling in your eyes as you looked at your lover.

He didn’t even realize his mistake; he just kept on talking, as if nothing had happened. He looked and saw that you were on the verge of tears, “MC, I apologize, I was simply confused for a second…” he tried to explain.

“Is that all I am for you V, a replacement for Rika? Because from where I stand she will always be your number one and I can’t keep being beat by some woman that treated you so poorly. Not when I love you this much,’’ you said as you began sobbing into your hands.

 Loving him was becoming way too painful, you couldn’t help your selfishness, “V, I’m sorry but I don’t think you love me.” His jaw dropped as he watched you get up and grab your things. You quickly packed your bags, willing yourself to not cry. You were the one who was ending things, why was it so painful?

You grabbed your things and made your way to the door. You paused momentarily and looked back at the blue haired man sitting on the couch. He was staring at his hands, thinking silently. “Goodbye V.” and like that you were gone. 

You made your way outside, looking back. Leaving behind the man you loved more than anything in the world. Tears began falling rapidly down your face once again. There’s no way he’s going to come after me-he still loves her.


He failed Rika once and now he failed you. I don’t think you love me. Those words have haunted him for the past three years. He loved you more than anything, more than he ever loved Rika, but he still ended up hurting you. 

Seeing you in tears had broken him. He never wanted to be the cause of your sadness, of your tears, but he always was. He was frustrated, angry with himself for letting the love of his life out of his reach. He wanted to run after you, beg you not to leave, that you held a far more special place in his heart thank Rika ever did. You were his soul mate, his life partner. But how could he?

 He didn’t deserve you. You were leaving him and he would let you. If that is what it meant for you to be happy, for tears to stop flowing down your face, then he would suffer so that you could be happy. 

He did his best to get his mind off of you. The travelled constantly, pouring himself into his work, not coming back to Korea in 3 years. Was it successful? Not in the least. On every adventure he went on, the more he missed you. The late night phone calls or him constantly sending you pictures, hell he still bought you a souvenir from every place he visited.

He was back in town finally, for the first time in years. He wondered if you were happy? Had you moved on, did you love someone else now? Were they treating you right? He felt his heart throb at the thought of you being loved by someone other than him. He endured it though, if someone were more qualified to love you then he would graciously hand you over.

He started at the suitcase full of souvenirs that he brought back for you. Surely things were a bit awkward, but you guys could work at being friends right? He decided that he would go visit you-to deliver the souvenirs since it would be wasteful if he didn’t give them to you. He called Luciel immediately, asking him to track you down.

Luciel picked up right away, “V?! Are you back in Korea? It’s been three years we all thought you died?”

 “Luciel please, can you find MC, I need to talk to her.” V replied calmly.

Luciel’s tone shifted, hardening a bit, “Yeah V, you guys really need to talk. I can’t believe you did that to MC. That’s between you and her, I will text you the address.” And with that the hacker was gone.

He knew the RFA was probably disappointed in him and MC splitting up. He knew things would be weird that’s why he left, without saying a word to anyone. He did not want to force them to choose between him and her. He would simply suffer by himself silently, as he always did.

He made his way to MC’s house and rang the doorbell. His heart was beating considerably fast. He was definitely still enamoured with her. He couldn’t help it, three years was not enough time to forget the love of your life.

 He heard the lock click and the door open, his heart raced even more as he looked into the face of his beloved. She was as beautiful as he remembered. She was so shocked to see him she dropped her phone and covered her open mouth. Various emotions fleeted over her features; anger, happiness and most prominently sadness.

Her eyes welled up with tears as she looked at him. All he wanted to do was confort her like he used to. Just pull her into a crushing hug, whispering sweet nothings into her ears. He gave her a bashful smile, “MC is it alright if I come in? I wanted to talk to you, maybe catch up” 

His smile fell promptly as he saw you gather yourself and shake your head vigorously, “I don’t think that’s a good idea V” He felt his heart shatter, the pain was startling. He was about to rebuttal, when he heard a tiny voice from inside call his attention.

“Mommy? Where’d you go?” “Mommy? Ah, so she did move on” he thought to himself bitterly. He had disappeared for three years, what did he expect? For her to welcome him back with open arms? To have things go back to what they were, her and him hopelessly in love?

He forced himself to swallow the pain that was beginning to build up inside him. He was about to tell her the reason for his visit and excuse himself out of her life once again. When he caught a glimpse of the young boy. He looked at MC, tears now running down his own face.

The child, had his blue hair and MC’s eyes. It was so very clear who the parents of this child were, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to believe it. This is a dream right? There is no way this little boy is my son? That I abandoned MC and missed the first few years of my child’s life?

He looked into MC’s eyes and he felt his eyes plead with hers. Please tell me I didn’t leave you alone like this. The answer was displayed clear as day on her face. He wasn’t surprised, he had hoped it was true and it was. This was their son. Why hadn’t MC said anything to me?

He grabbed her and pulled her into a tight hug, “please MC, tell me what’s going on.”

~to be continued~


You didn’t know what to do and you were complete terrified to your wits end. You had taken a pregnancy test and it came back positive. You were thrilled that you were carrying the being that came from your and Saeran’s love. You were absolutely ecstatic but you were terrified, you had never had this conversation with him before. Hell you didn’t even know if he wanted kids.

You ran to meet him at the ice cream shop, where you went every evening. You caught glimpse of your adorable red headed muffin standing outside, patiently waiting for you. You loved him so much, and he was working so very hard every single day for you. You snuck behind him and hugged him tightly. You felt him exhale and softly laugh, turning around and grabbing your face, bringing your lips to his own.

 You walked in and ordered your usual order, a banana split with your three favorite flavors. Usually you ate inside the parlor, but you insisted on taking a quick walk to the park to sit and eat there, the fresh air would do you both some good right?

Saeran went along with whatever you wanted, ad you sat at the bench, you saw a family with four rambunctious kids walk by. They were all screaming and your heart plummeted, you wondered if that would be you one day. Having a million kids  and hating your life. You cleared your throat, “Oh my gosh, Saeran, look at that family and how many kids they have, isn’t that cute?” you prodded cautiously.

He wrinkled his nose, “You think that’s cute? Kids are totally gross and they seem like their annoying. If you want to deal with someone immature then why not just talk to my brother?” he said as he shoveled another bite of ice cream into his eager mouth.

You lost your appetite completely; he doesn’t want kids? You felt a bit depressed; you wanted a family so very badly. You decided to drop this for now, deciding on the best time to bring it up to him again.

You two walked back home and feel captive to exhaustion. You had slept for a few hours, when you woke up to some noises, pounding to be exact. You woke up and glanced at your phone, the harsh light burning your unadjusted eyes. It was 3am, what on earth? You reached over to ask Saeran if he heard that noise as well, when your hands touched the empty sheets. 

He wasn’t there. You knew what this was. You shot up out of bed and ran to search for him. You found him in the living room, groaning and punching the wall repeatedly. Blood was dripping off his knuckles.

 “Saeran, please honey, it’s me. Come back to bed so I can treat your wounds.” You asked calmly.

 “No. No. NO.” he yelled. “I can’t do this. Pretend that everything is okay and that I am happy. I still feel that bitch in my head and I can’t do this. I can’t be with you. You need to leave.

 You felt your heart drop, “Please Saeran, you don’t mean that, just come on back to bed” you said as you gently reached for him. You felt a sting as he slapped you hand away, tears sprung into your eyes, not from the pain but simply because you were shocked at his cold reaction.  

Don’t tell me what I mean okay? I can’t be with you MC. It’s too hard. Please just leave me alone and get out of my life. I don’t want you anymore; you are just burdening me at this point” he spat angrily.

You were surprised that the tears that threatened to fall hadn’t yet. You looked at him for a few minutes before finally acknowledging it. You couldn’t be there for him. You weren’t helping him. You were making things worse. You went into the room and packed your suitcase, silently, shocked at how composed you were being.

Placing a hand on your stomach protectively, you thought to yourself that maybe this was for the best. If you were so burdensome to him, imagine what the child would be? You would suffer as much as you could but there was no way you were going to let Saeran or this child suffer. You had failed him in loving him, and you would regret it forever.

 You heaved the backpack on your shoulders, and looked at him once more. Looking at the man that held your heart, your entire being. “Saeran, I am so sorry I failed you. I hope you find happiness, I will love you forever” you turned and walked out of the apartment. The tears that you were holding back finally released themselves, your shoulders shook as you cried for your love that just ended. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. You know what they say, “if you love something, set it free, if its meant to be it will come back.” Please god, let Saeran come back to me.


He knew he fucked up. Saeyoung knew he fucked up. Hell even Elizabeth knew he fucked up. He sent her away, the love of his life. All because he felt himself relapse for a tiny bit. When they had gone to the park, he felt so much love for her it scared him, he watched families pass them by and longed for that. He looked forward to the day that he and MC could start a family of their own.

She must have caught him staring because she asked him about kids and he shot the idea down immediately. He didn’t want to worry her or have her think that he was pressuring her into starting a family. He wanted to first get better, before even thinking about that.

He had so many issues to work out, he did not even know if he was qualified to be a father but he wanted to try so that he could be happy with you. Well that was before he messed up and pushed you away. The emotions that he had for you were overflowing, and he was constricted. He was scared. You held the power to destroy him, break his heart and that terrified him. So what did he do? He broke his own heart, and unfortunately yours in the process.

He hoped that you moved on, and finally found someone that cherished you and gave you everything you deserved. Everything he couldn’t give you. That was a lie. He secretly hoped that after all these years, you still wanted him, that you loved him like he loved you.

He tried so hard to find you, but he couldn’t. All of the leads and trails you had left came up dry, it seemed like you didn’t want to be found. Saeran couldn’t blame anyone but himself and he shut down. He knew his brother was getting worried, especially when he surprised Saeran with tickets for them to visit Tokyo.

He agreed, much to Saeyoung’s surprise. He needed something, anything to get his mind off of the throbbing pain in his chest. He felt frustrated that he couldn’t find MC; he hated himself for ever letting her go, for hurting her so badly. He would endure it because surely MC put up with worse when she was with him.

They got on the plane when he noticed Saeyoung was acting weird. He cast him a sideway glare, “What’s wrong with you idiot brother? Why are you acting so odd-well more odd than usual at the very least” he asked suspiciously.

Saeyoung looked at him and winked, “Oh~ don’t mind me. I am just excited to go on a family vacation” “Yeah right” Saeran thought to himself, “this guy is up to something.”

He felt himself, drift of, thinking once again of his beloved MC, back to a time when things were good and happy. When she was his.

He felt someone shove him roughly, and he opened his eyes angrily, glaring at the perpetrator. “Come on brother, we’re here sleepy head” Saeyoung chirped cheerfully. He made his way down the steps stretching, taking in the flashing lights of the city. He followed Saeyoung silently, through the streets, maneuvering their way to their destination.

You both had finally reached your destination, an onsen. Saeran glared at his brother angrily, “What the hell stupid brother? We past like 8 onsens that were much nicer than this dump, are you telling me that we travelled all this way for this place?”

Saeyoung looked at his brother lovingly, and hugged him. Saeran was taken aback and fought the urge to shove him away, “Just trust me brother, go to that house over there across the street, just knock on the door and I don’t know ask to borrow some sugar or something” he replied glibly, as he grabbed all the luggage and hauled them inside the beat up hotel.

Begrudgingly, Saeran did as he was told, he knocked on the door and waited for a response. He didn’t hear anything so he knocked once more becoming impatient, hating that he was the butt of his brother’s joke.

He was about to turn and leave when he heard the door slowly creak open. He looked down two see two little girls, look up at him. They were about three or four years old with shocks of red hair mopping the tops of their heads. He thought they were absolutely precious, which was surprising because he usual shied away from kids.

“Can I help you with something Mister? Our mommy said she would be right over” the girls asked simultaneously. He smirked, as he knelt down, looking at them affectionately. “You guys are twins right? I know this because me and my id- brother are twins too and when we were your age we said everything at the same time” he said with a soft grin.

“Woah really Mister? That’s so cool! Everyone here makes fun of us because we have red hair like our daddy. No one likes playing with us at the park so we always play together” the little girl said. He felt his heart clench. He knew exactly how sad it was to be ostracized and left out.

“Hey hey, don’t tell anyone I told you this, but only the coolest kids have red hair” he said winking to the girls, as the squealed. He pulled his beanie off and said, “See even I have red hair just like you guys!”

The girls were ecstatic, clapping their hands happily as they touched his hair. He felt a warm aura surround him, a happy aura on that he used to experience when he spent time with MC. He was distracted playing with the little girls on the steps of their house.

He didn’t even sense the presence standing behind him; he didn’t hear their footsteps approach. He only heard them whisper their name, “S-Saeran?” He froze, rubbing his ear because surely he must have misheard right?

He looked up at the lips that had just uttered his name. He knew those lips, he had heard so many sounds from those lips, felt them against his own. What where they doing here? He was so confused. Surely this was a dream right? There’s no way MC would be standing in front of him.

The children notice her behind him and their eyes lit up. “Mommy!” they squealed as they clung onto MC, yammering about the nice man that was playing with them. She smiled at them affectionately before looking back to stare at Saeran. Wait mommy? If they called her mommy then that would mean that I-. There is no way, absolutely not. This is not happening.

Saeran ears were filled with the sound of his blood rushing rapidly. There were so many things going through his mind right now. MC had his child, and took care of it herself? Not one but two kids, all by herself.

His face paled, and his hands began to shake. He looked at her, tears filling his eyes. He didn’t know what to do.

Saeran wai-” he heard MC call after him. He didn’t know what to do, what to think, what do say. So he did the only thing he could do. He ran.

~to be continued~

WHOOOO. HOLY SHIT THIS TOOK ME NINE HOURS TO WRITE TF. AND I DID IT IN ONE SITTING KILL ME So I just want to thank you lovely amazing people for going thru and reading this. Seriously, props because this was long af. If you read all of the fics teh DAYUM GOOD JOB SON. Let me know what you guys think about the little ficlets :D As always, thanks for reading this <3 Also I apologize, but the longer I wrote it the lazier I became, as you can tell some of the fic kinda suck in comparison to the other hehehe pls don’t kill me

Step Up/Dance AU bc I’m sucker for those

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  • Andrew is a sight when he dances, the dancefloor an only place where he feels something.
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TC Imagine - Cute; SFW; he's worried about you

Hey guys! So this is my first TC imagine and I don’t know whether I’ve used the acronyms etc right and I don’t know how good it is so feedback is appreciated!! Also was typed on my phone so formatting could be dodgy…
REQUESTED BY @angiekurosaki

You walked into class, trying not to make eye contact with him. It was the second lesson this week and you knew he had noticed that something was up the lesson before. He had seemed so confused when you left as soon as the bell rang, with your bag having been packed 5 minutes before the end of the lesson.

Maybe he had gotten used to you packing up slowly and always being the last one out? Maybe he even liked -
You squashed the thought as soon as it entered your mind. It was pointless hoping. It was pointless trying. You probably inconvenienced him more than anything, by being so slow at packing up. Besides, why would he enjoy your company? It’s not like you had the courage to even speak to him, and you would stutter out every other word, turning bright red as you did so.

You took your seat at the back of the class and made sure that your hair fell over your face in a way that seemed almost natural. You felt his gaze - but didn’t look up.

For the first time that year, you barely listened to a word he said throughout the lesson. You managed to write your name and the date on the paper and then held the pen poised to look as though you were writing for the rest of the lesson.

It seemed to be an interesting lesson. They were all laughing at one point. He had probably made another of his jokes. But it felt as though you were in a bubble, detached from everyone else. Everything seemed muted and hazy. You just wanted to get away, go outside, be anywhere but here.

Suddenly the laughter stopped.

You looked up.

Everyone’s eyes were on you.

“Y/N, you can answer this one! It’s your favourite topic, remember?” He was looking at you, desperately it seemed, with his reassuring smile. It seemed he wanted to know if you were ok, for you to give a sign of some sort. A part of you fluttered - he had remembered that this was your favourite topic!

You glanced at the board and quickly understood what they were learning today. You grasped the subject almost intuitively and could interpret things almost instantly - and he had noticed from the start. It was the reason why he had started to notice you in the first place.

“Sorry, what was the question?” you asked tentatively. You looked up and met his eyes for the first time this lesson. His eyes, bright and passionate as ever when teaching his subject. You noticed the slightly crinkle around the corner of his eyes, the slight squint, a silent question - are you ok?

You smiled back at him, trying to hide the emotions from your face. It was a fake smile if he had ever seen one. But it was also a silent exclamation - not in front of everyone! You hoped he’d understand.

“Yes everyone, she’s back!” he smiled. He knew the smile had been fake, but he also knew that you wouldn’t say anything with everyone around. The others turned back to face the front, seemingly satisfied with your expression.

“The question was, why does urbanisation increase literacy rates?”

You answered the question. It was strange how he managed to do this. It had just been a smile, a look, a short phrase to show that he remembered things about you, that he cared. One of the few that did. And he had reminded you that you weren’t useless. That you could do stuff!

“Exactly! Well done, Y/N! Alright everyone, lesson’s over! Have a great weekend, I’ll see you on Tuesday! And as a treat from me, no homework today!” he shouted over the ringing of the bell and the clamour of people packing up.

You scrambled to pack your bag. You needed to get away quickly, before he asked you what was up. Before you lost all control in front of him.

“Damn it!” you yelled as your folder fell on the ground, slipping from your hand in your haste to pack up. Pieces of paper flew out of it on the way down. Great.

A few people stopped to help but left after a few seconds - it was Friday, no one wanted to spend any more time than necessary at school. Besides, it would probably take a while.

“You want a hand with that?” you heard a familiar voice ask, as the final person left the room, the door quietly shutting behind them. You paused. Waited for your heart rate to slow down again. How could his voice do this to you?

“Thanks!” you replied, not looking up. You could feel the warmth emanating from his skin beside you.

You both knelt on the ground over the folder, barely inches apart. You saw him glance at you a few times but you didn’t, couldn’t, look at him. You scooped up the paper and shoved it in the folder, not caring about the order, whilst he meticulously arranged each sheet.

Your hand reached for the final few sheets just as his did and your fingers brushed each other.

“Sorry” you said, blushing furiously and moving to retract your hand.

“She speaks!” You could feel him smiling without even turning to look at him. “Y/N, talk to me. What’s up?”
You could hear the genuine concern in his voice and it made you tear up.
Fuck, you thought. I can’t cry in front of him.

“Um, yeah I’m fine! Why wouldn’t I be?” You kept staring at the ground and tried to make your voice sound jokey. You moved to stand up.


“Y/N. Hey, look at me.” You stared furiously at the ground, suddenly interesting in the fibres the carpet was made from.

“Y/N.” His voice was soft but had that slight gravelly tone which happened when he tried to whisper. You felt a warm touch on your hand.

You looked down and saw his hand placed lightly on top of yours. You looked up at him in surprise.

“You know you can always talk to me?” He looked really worried now.

You looked into his eyes, at his concerned expression. He hadn’t shaved recently and there was a light coat of stubble on his cheeks, and his hair looked slightly ruffled. His shirt sleeves were rolled up as usual and you noticed that the top button of his shirt was undone.

You realised you were staring at him and quickly looked away. Fuck it, you thought. I’ll tell him.

“Thanks. It’s just… everything. It’s all falling apart you know? Like everything? And I don’t really know what to do?” You kept looking at the ground.

“Ok, but what? What exactly is falling apart?” He sounded calmer now, seemingly relieved that you had replied. You felt rather than saw him lean against the wall and you did the same, conscious of the little space which separated you both. You pulled your knees up.

“Everything. Grades, friends, family.” The huge crush I have on you, you thought, but didn’t say. “It’s like… this year has gone by so quickly. And everyone is telling us to start looking at universities, and open days, and courses. And this just doesn’t work for me, you know? I can’t see myself that far in the future, if that makes sense? I can’t see myself past next year, let alone when I’m older. And everyone else seems to be able to do this and I just can’t and it just seems like there’s something wrong with me!” You saw him open his mouth at that but you carried on speaking. It was all rushing out. Everything you had held back for so long.

“And… and it’s like, this whole year has just slipped by. I don’t know what I’ve done, and I’m going to be 18 next year, and leave this place, and I just… it’s like I haven’t lived? It’s like my teenage years have rushed past me in this constant worry about grades and school. Not that that has even done any good! I mean, I just failed my mocks and I actually revised this time around. I don’t enjoy anything anymore and I just… Urgh. Sorry. That wasn’t all supposed to come out. I just… I don’t know. I haven’t really let myself say all that to someone before.”

You glanced up at him, expecting a look of shock and horror. A look of regret for even asking. Why would he even want to deal with the mess that you were?

Instead, he was looking at you with an expression you had never seen on him before. A strange mixture of rawness, concern and something else you couldn’t quite place. He looked younger then, in that moment. The emotions he always kept well hidden were written all across his face. You had never seen him like this before.
It was strange. You had just poured out your soul to him but you felt like you should be the one comforting him instead.

You were still looking into his eyes - transfixed by the stream of thoughts which were flashing behind there.

“Mr TC/N? Are you okay?” you ventured.

He kept looking at you with the same expression, but the emotion you couldn’t quite place was becoming more prominent in his eyes.

He smiled. “Yeah… Yeah. Don’t worry. Just a small flashback into the past, you know?” It was a sad smile.

“Do you want to - I mean, I know you have friends who you’d talk to about stuff and you probably don’t want to talk to me but um, do you want to talk about it?” You looked down quickly.

“Y/N. Why would you think that? Why would I not want to talk to you? You know how much you mean to me!”

You looked up, startled.
Had you just heard that right???

“Don’t look so surprised!” He laughed. “Wasn’t that pretty obvious?”

‘Not to me’, you wanted to reply. 'Not to me, when I always overthink and think the worst and never let myself hope. When I notice that you treat me differently but don’t want to admit it. Because if it’s true, if I am right and you do treat me differently - what would that mean? I’d start to hope. And that? That never works out.’

“I mean… I guess?” you replied instead.

He stared at you. “Y/N. I’ve always connected to you in a strange way. It took me a long time to realise why. But you remind me slightly of how I was at your age. Intelligent but insecure. Opinionated but didn’t like confrontation. Quiet but always thinking. And I also didn’t know what to do, where to go. Hell, I didn’t even want to go to university. I mean, can you believe it, I wanted to drop out at 14 and start a rock band!”

You both laughed at that, imagining him with thick black eyeliner in a screamo concert.

“Hey, it sort of worked out, right? I mean… rock band, DJ - pretty interchangeable?” You nudged his elbow, teasing him. Your confidence around him had grown in the last few minutes and to be honest, you had more to lose if you didn’t say anything.

“Piss off,” he said, smiling. “But yeah, I never knew where to go and what to do. And I could never picture myself that far in the future.
I mean there’d be random moments where I’d think that something would be really cool, but when I tried to picture myself in that position, it would all fall apart.”

You nodded. He was describing everything you had been thinking.

“But that’s not the point. This isn’t about me. I’m just hoping this will help with perspective. Because I’m not the most successful person ever, but, and I’m not exaggerating or lying to you, I really enjoy my life. I love my job. The thing is, it all works out, you know? Shit happens and we deal with it and life goes on. And I think we all forget that at times but, again, don’t take me for someone who’s superstitious and all that, but what I’m trying to say is, if you’re meant to get somewhere, it’ll work out! And every single step there doesn’t have to be perfect or the way you thought it’d be. And so it’s fine for people like us! Better, I’d say! For people who don’t have their lives mapped out, I mean - because we’ll go with the flow and if something happens we deal with it and move on. So don’t ever think there’s something wrong with you. Ever.”

He paused, as if he was thinking about whether to say something.
He apparently decided to.

“And… on the opposite side of that, if something, or, um, someone, comes into our life and makes it better? Then we hold on to them too. Against the odds. Against what we are told is right. We take the risk. Because… thats… um.” He had turned slightly red and seemed to be analysing your expression.

You decided to take the risk.

He was trying to backtrack. “Sorry. Um, I don’t know where that last bit came fro-”

He paused and looked down at his hand in surprise. His hand - which you had grabbed a hold of and laced your fingers through.
He looked at you - a mixture of shock and relief, and smiled. Everything was in that smile. Relief and shock, yes. But also, hope.

You smiled back.

And without thinking about it too much for once, tilted your head slightly so it rested comfortably on his shoulder.

Horns (part 1 of 2) | Roan x Reader


Requested by anon: Hey, do you think you could write a Roan x Reader based on Bryce Fox’s song Horns please ? That’d be amazing ! :)

A/N: this song will forever be stuck in my head (listen to it at your own risk) and it turned me into a mess. For real. This is gonna have a part 2 because @selldraug asked for it and because I need to see how it ends. And because I like this weird shit. Because damn, Y/N’s weird as hell! (Sorry, anon, if it’s short, but the exam I have tomorrow is making me anxious. I promise part 2 will be longer!)

Fandom: The 1OO. Pairing: Roan x Reader

Warnings: weird shit. A little bit of biting, a little bit of blood. Light mentions of sexual things. Weird reader (and writer haha). Set in the period in which Roan is still prince but banned.

Requests are OPEN

Listen to ‘Horns’ here (x)

Word-count: 1785

Your name: submit What is this?

“Well, well, isn’t this the Prince of Azgeda I see roaming the wildlands?”

Those had been her first words to him. She had caught him off guard while he was taking a piss, ten hours away from Polis. He had hurried up, finishing his business as quickly as possible, and he had turned. That girl had stood in front of him with an evil smirk on her face.

She had recognized him immediately: the scars on her face clearly stated that she was from Azgeda, and yet she had treated him disrespectfully.

That same girl was now laying on the furs he called his bed, naked and sound asleep.

He wouldn’t call theirs a relationship. He wasn’t sure that her cold stone heart would one day be open to a relationship, and yet he had fallen for her. Maybe he had fallen for her that day in the woods, while he had been pissing and she had stared at his penis amused.

His heart was in her hands and he knew she was more than capable of scratching it, of crashing it, of scarring it. And yet he couldn’t take it back. There was something in her, deep down in her black soul, that kept calling him back to her.

A hand snaked up his back, brushing the scratches she had given him a few hours before. Her lips kissed his skin while she got up in a sitting position behind him.

“What are you thinking about?” her hoarse voice asked.

The sound of it sent shivers down his spine. He almost felt ashamed, but the thing with her was that that girl scared the crap out of him.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Nothing,” he answered, brushing her hand resting on his chest.

Y/N chuckled. Roan felt her hands leaving his body. She crawled around him until she was just in front of him. She pushed his legs open and sat down between them, but she didn’t get too close to his body. “I am inside your head, Prince,” she smiled evilly, caressing his cheeks with her ice cold hands. “You know you cannot lie to me, right?”

Roan sighed, raising his knees and trapping her body. “I hate you, you know?”

“Well, now you’re hurting me,” and she dramatically put one hand on her heart. “Did I – by any chance – give you a reason to hate me?”

“You kill me every time,” he confessed, lowering his gaze to her swollen lips.

“And yet you keep crawling back to me.” Y/N tilted her head to the side, her fingers trailing down his chest, grazing a little with her nails. “And, apparently, you like it.”

“I’m not sure I really do.”

She shrugged and thanks to that movement the light of the moon caught an ugly scar on her shoulder and made it shine a little. That lighter shade of her skin caught his attention for a fraction of second before she returned to her original position.

“You’re free to leave anytime you want,” she said, her fingers going even further, grazing at a scar he had on his hips.

They kept silent for a while, staring into each other’s eyes. For a second he thought he saw two little horns on each side of her head, but he shrugged the thought off his shoulders – the alcohol he had drunk was having its effects.

“I know,” he answered after a while, grabbing her wrists to get her hands off of him.

“Why are you here, Roan of Azgeda, if you know you can leave whenever it pleases you?” she whispered in his ear. She got up on her knees and got closer to him, their skins barely touching.

Cold radiated off of her and Roan couldn’t understand how she could be alive with such a low body temperature. Without him wanting so, his hands crawled on her back, brushing lightly at the numerous scars adorning her skin. She stood still against him, her breath slowly and lightly fanning his ear and neck.

Why did she have that effect on him? How could she affect him this much?

His skin always tingled when he was with her, his stomach fluttered when she talked, his heart beat furiously when she was close to him. She, on the contrary, didn’t look half as fazed. Her breath was regular, her heartbeat so light he could hardly hear it.

“Why won’t you leave, Roan?” she whispered again, her breath tickling his skin.

On its own accord, Roan’s head fell down and his forehead rested against her shoulder. “You keep calling me back.”

Her laugh reverberated in his chest, her cold skin burning his, her hands playing with his messy and dirty hair. “Oh, if I were calling you to me, you’d know, trust me.”

“You’ve screwed me,” he cursed, his grip on her tightening, leaving bruises and scratches.

She didn’t care. She loved it when he hurt her. It was almost as if she couldn’t stay away from pain – from physical pain. The scars covering her body, trophies of her victories, which she wore with pride, were a clear sign of the lack of fear she had when it came to hand-to-hand. And so she let him do, for she knew she was putting him through pain, guiding him through the darkness, scratching him with thorns.

“Your heart is in my hands,” she whispered through his hair and his grip on her body tightened even more. “But you can take it back. I’ve never asked for it.”

Roan bit down on her skin, his fingers digging into her scarred back. “What if I don’t want to?” he asked, licking away the blood escaping the wound he had created. Her blood in his mouth tasted like the milk of the Gods. It gave his tongue a tickling sensation and it reminded him how she had turned him to the dark side, how he enjoyed doing that to her, to feel her in his mouth, poisoning his brain.

She had hissed in pain, the same sound snakes make left her mouth. She sat back on her heels, staring at him. His index finger rose to touch the mark he had just given her and she smacked it away. Her gaze fell on the blood trickling down her breast and he knew how much that was arousing her. Her fingers touched that dark red, almost black, trembling line of blood before bringing them to her mouth. She stared at him while sucking at her fingers, tasting her own blood.

The look she gave him sent shivers down his back and he couldn’t fight his hands from trembling.

What had she done to him?

What kind of bloody spell was he under?

Before he could even think of finding an answer to those questions, she lunged forward. Her hands were around his neck and her lips on his, pushing, bruising, her tongue drew the silhouette of his lips. He opened up to kiss her back, but she bit down on his lower lip and tugged hard, drawing blood.

“What the fuck?” he groaned, touching his hurting lip, the stinging taste of his own blood invading his mouth.

Y/N smiled and Roan saw blood on her teeth. “Payback,” she chuckled and she scratched his neck with her nails. “I want you to lay down,” she quietly said, her hands leaving him free.

Roan couldn’t order his brain to ignore her words. As soon as her wish had left her blood-stained lips, he felt the muscle in his back contract and soon his head was laying on the ground. That girl had done something to him, some black magic shit, because he wasn’t himself when he was around her. When he was with her he wasn’t a prince and not even Roan. He was someone else, someone new, someone alien.

She grabbed one of his daggers from the pile of his weapons and came back to him, smirking devilishly.

“What the-”

“Don’t worry, I won’t harm you,” she smiled, leaning down to kiss him under his ear, the blade of the dagger cooling the skin of his shoulder. His erection brushing against her thigh made him feel ashamed for the way she made him feel every time. “At least, not dangerously,” and she smirked, sitting on his lap and staring at the blade.

“What if I don’t want this?” Roan asked, staring at his dagger. His breath was running wild while his body kept being still.

“I told you, Roan,” and she lightly brushed the blade of the dagger against his cheek. “You can leave whenever you want. You can stop me whenever you want.”

The prince swallowed hard under her stormy gaze. Her hips were gently rocking against him and his mind couldn’t work straight. Part of him fought with the words coming out of his mouth because part of him wanted to take that risk, part of him wanted to see where all that shit would go, part of him wanted his blood in her mouth and her blood in his own. But the most rational part of his brain prevailed.

“Stop this,” he ordered, his hands running up to grab her wrists.

She smirked. “What? Is someone scared to get hurt?” Her eyes were laughing at him, harmless under her body. “Just a little cut? Please?” she begged him.

His eyes bore into hers, his hands still around her wrists. He could use a little more strength to stop her, but part of him – that same part that only wanted to obey to her orders – wouldn’t let him.

“Oh, come on! Have some fun, mighty Roan of Azgeda!” she exclaimed and he couldn’t understand whether she was mocking him. “You bit me, don’t you think I deserve a little revenge?”

Roan gulped. The pressure of her body against his hard cock was fogging up his mind. His heart beat furiously against his ribcage, almost hurting him. “You bit me too. You had your revenge.”

Y/N huffed. “You’re so boring sometimes.”

They stared at each other for minutes before she started to rock her hips again. The smirk on her face clearly told him that she was going to have it her way, whether he wanted it or not. The look in her eyes… well, it screamed only one thing: he was going to surrender one way or another. His heart was in her hands and in that moment more than ever they both knew how much truth was in those words.

Roan sighed. “You have one cut – make it your best one,” he groaned, grounding his hips against her in one hard movement.

Tags: @saibh29

Study Se(x)ssion

Author: obrosey-af

Characters: Stiles x reader

Word Count: 1,392

Warnings: smutty smut and stuff

A/N I started this at least two months ago and completely forgot about it so I finally finished it lol enjoy!

“What the hell is he talking about?” Stiles mumbled to himself as he furiously flipped through his economics textbook.

You were in the middle of a review for the exam you had tomorrow and Stiles was freaking out,  to say the least.

“Babe, calm down. You have Lydia’s notes,” you reminded him, soothingly rubbing his arm.

“Yeah, well, someone needs to give me notes on Lydia’s notes because I’m totally screwed and I can’t get below a C on this test,” he stammers, scanning a page of the book as he tugged at his dark brown tresses.

“Come over tonight, we can study together,” you smile.

“Yeah, great idea,” he scoffed, “remember the last time we tried studying together?”

You did, in fact, remember. Quite vividly actually. What started as a boring Friday night of studying quickly turned into loads of making out that lead to much more. Needless to say, no studying got done that night. Ever since then Stiles hasn’t trusted you or himself to be in a room alone with you without being all over each other.

“Stiles, c’mon, I know this is important to you,” you explained, “I really just want to help.”

“Fine,” he said hesitantly, “but no funny business.”

“Promise,” you exclaimed, holding out your pinky. He intertwined it with his and laughed, returning his focus to Coach.

At seven o’clock on the dot, there was a warning knock at the front door before Stiles let himself in. Both of your parents were doctors at Beacon Hills Memorial who were on call most nights, so Stiles sees no need to wait for you to lazily make your way down the stairs to let him in if he doesn’t see your parents cars in the driveway.

“Honey, I’m home,” he called, closing the door behind him.

“Shut up and come up here,” you shouted back, rolling your eyes even though you couldn’t help but smile.

Loud footsteps stomped up the steps resulting in your stud of a boyfriend standing in your doorway.

“There’s my girl,” he sang, walking over to you on your bed and setting a kiss on the top of your head.

“So, I got notes from Lydia and made “Stiles level” notes and I printed some stuff offline in case,” you stated, rummaging through the stack of papers in your lap.

“Ya know, normally I’d be offended by that, but I’m so desperate that I’ll take any help I can get,” he glared, his lips slowing turning up in the corners.

Three hours. Three hours you two had been studying and you’ve only made it halfway through chapter twelve. That leaves a whole other chapter and a half to finish and it’s already ten o’clock. You and Stiles sat side by side against the wall on your bed. Your laps were cluttered with one textbook, three notebooks and countless sheets of extra study materials you found online.

“I’m exhausted,” you announced, shoving a handful of papers in your textbook before shutting.

“Babe, we can’t stop, we’re not done,” Stiles exclaimed in a worried tone.

“Just give me five minutes and we’ll get back to it,” you yawned, standing up from the bed.

You walked the ten feet from your bed to your door a few times and stretched your arms up above your head causing your shirt to ride up a bit. You would’ve had to be blind to not notice Stiles watching your every move. His eyes practically burned a hole in your ass from looking at it as you walked away.

“Okay, I think I’m good.”

You sat back down next to Stiles who placed his textbook on the floor next to him before sliding closer to you. He cupped your cheek in his hand, pulling your face to his. His lips grazed yours and you happily met him the rest of the way.

“Remember what happened last time?” you mocked, mumbling against his lips.

“We can study more after,” he smirked.

“I only took two minutes of our five minutes break.”

“I can do it in three minutes,” he whispered, a low groan sounding in his throat.

“Do what?” you asked, pulling away to look at him.

“Get you to a point where you’re screaming my name.”

If the dampness in your panties wasn’t enough to take Stiles up on his offer, the look on his face and the lust in his eyes sent you over the edge. Without missing a beat, you pushed the remaining papers between the two of you to the floor and swung your leg over his body, straddling his lap. Instead of your lips, he attacked your neck with open mouth kisses, dragging his lips across your shoulder, nudging at the collar of your shirt with his nose. Taking the hint, you crossed your arms at the hem of your shirt and ripped it over your head. Stiles’ made his way down your body, kissing as much of your skin as he could reach. You made haste of undoing the button and zipper on his khakis then pushed away and crawled down towards the end of the bed, pulling his pants along with you. Stiles wiggles his hips to make it easier for you when you reached up and slowly slid his boxers towards you. Stiles wrapped his arms around your body and undid the clips of your bra with ease.

“You’re getting good at that,” you commented out of breath, letting the thin, lace fabric fall down your arms.

“Months and months of practice,” he smirked.

You pushed on Stiles’ legs to help yourself stand up on the bed, your legs still on either side of your boyfriend’s body. He reached up and hooked his index fingers in the waistband of your leggings and stripped them from your body, along with your panties. Stiles scooted his body down the bed until his head was laying on a pillow. You knew exactly where this was going as it’s one of Stiles’ favorite things to do; just one of the many kinks he has. You kneeled down, hovering your aching core above his head. Stiles arched his neck up to meet you halfway and instantly latched onto your clit, sucking furiously. Letting your head fall back in pleasure, your body began to relax and you slowly sat down until Stiles’ head was back on the pillow. Your hands found their way to Stiles’ head and you ran your fingers through his dark brown locks. His tongue kitten licked through your folds and you felt your orgasm begin to take over. Your breaths became shallow and your body started to tremble. You screamed his name as Stiles gently bit down on your clit, sending you completely over the edge. Feeling the warm sensation in your lower region, Stiles lapped up the juices with haste.

“Babe, holy shit.”

“Your turn,” you smirked, peering down into his lust filled eyes.

You jumped up and positioned yourself between his legs. Stiles didn’t  even have a chance to recover from your previous endeavors when you took his length in your mouth, not needing to pump him at all for extra help seeing how hard he already was. You heard his breath hitch in the back of his throat as he pushed his head further down into the pillow, his mouth falling slightly agape. You hollowed out your cheeks to take more of him in and bobbed your head up and down. You paused to give the tip some extra attention before continuing your previous movements and picking up the speed.

“Babygirl, don’t stop.”

You did as you were told and continued taking more and more of him in your mouth until his length was tapping the back of your throat. Without warning, he began to fill your mouth with his salty discharge. You swallowed completely before taking him out of your mouth, careful to not waste a drop. You sat up and flashed Stiles a shit eating grin as he looked at you in complete disbelief. You’re pretty sure you literally took his breath away. You crawled up his body and planted a rough kiss to his lips before standing up to dress yourself.

“What’re you doing? No cuddling?” Stiles asked.

“We still have studying to do Stilinski so put your dick back in your pants and let’s go,” you smirked.

Originally posted by stvlinski

“Are we having our first fight? Because if it’s so, I’m not. What the hell is wrong with you? I just suggested you couple of possibilities and you’re offended?”

“Suggested? Seriously? This what you called suggestion? Pushing me away so you can I don’t know.. maybe hanging out with some random dude you always go when you get bored with someone. Do I look like fucking spare-part for you?”

“Why you always turn into some scenario that I’m a whore who supposed to be very guilty by this scene and you’re the poor man who made terrible mistake by being with me?”

Jinki’s heart flopped to the end of his abdomen, which is at this moment seems bottomless. She’s not crying. Unlike the first time he accused her of doing some shit. But the torn eyes stared sternly to his own tells him everything.

Hey guys

I’m a fucking failure. Literally I failed my Algebra exam and I’m at tutoring, which has an exam at the end. Which is tomorrow BTW. And imma fucking fail it like I do w/ everything involving math. I just can’t do this shit like- everybody in my family is hell a good at math and logic and I’m sitting her struggling with basics. I just can’t learn it. Imma fail my test tomorrow and my family will see what a dumb ass I truly am. I can’t believe I have to do this again gah. I’m too fucking stupid to be alive.

Destiel drabble
695 words
Prompt: Cas was trying to study for his biology exam, but Dean had other plans.

“Stop distracting me, Dean,” Cas said, his voice tinged with exasperation. “Shouldn’t you be studying too? I know you have trig tomorrow and it’s one of your least favourite subjects,” he added, picking up the crumpled paper ball he’d just been hit with and throwing it back in Dean’s face. Score! – it hit him right between the eyes.

“Ow, Cas, what the hell?” Dean said petulantly as he rubbed a few fingers over the sore spot on the bridge of his nose. Cas shrugged, saying, “don’t dish out what you can’t take,” and returned to his biology notes. He pointedly ignored the “aw, come on Cas, let’s just take a small break” coming from the other side of the room.

All joking aside, Cas really did have more studying to do for tomorrow’s exam, and if the other boy kept distracting him he might have to call it quits and go home so he could concentrate.

Engrossed by the chapter on genetics, Cas noticed too late that the other boy had moved from his spot on the bed, and was surprised to suddenly find himself with a lapful of Dean. An “oof” sound was punched out of him as Dean hadn’t so much sat down as flung himself in Cas’s lap. Immediately, Dean’s arms snaked around his neck, and he brought his face close to Cas’s.

“I said,” Dean murmured as he started planting butterfly kisses along Cas’s jawline and neck, “let’s take a break.” He stopped for a moment and looked Cas in the eye, his expression hopeful and just a tad needy. “You haven’t touched me all day, Cas. I –“ he bit his lip, drawing Cas’s eyes to that luscious mouth of his. “I miss you,” he said, his pitch slightly lower than usual. And damn it, Cas knew he was being played on some level. While Dean was most definitely being truthful, he knew Cas had a thing – a huge thing – for his mouth, and he knew Cas liked to hear that Dean missed him, needed him.

Cas could feel himself folding like a deck of cards and giving into Dean’s wishes because, in truth, they reflected his own desires. He had been itching to touch Dean’s warm skin all day, to claim those full lips and kiss the breath out of him.  He had been keeping himself firmly in check, though, for the sake of studying. But with Dean on his lap, his tongue lapping at Cas’s pulse point and jeans-clad ass slowly grinding himself down on Cas’s crotch, he realised he never stood a chance in the first place.

Standing up abruptly while keeping a firm grip on Dean so he didn’t fall, Cas grabbed his hand and marched them over to the bed. He didn’t miss Dean’s delighted grin when he pushed the other boy down onto the sheets, crawling over him to bring their faces level once more.

“15 minutes,” he growled, “then you get back to your trig, and you let me finish up my biology in peace.”

Dean smiled at him, looking way too innocent for it to be anything else than an act, so Cas decided to drive home his point. “I mean it, Dean. You either take this deal, or I go home right now and leave you here like this.” He wasn’t sure if he could actually pull away from Dean right now, seeing as he was already in a pretty advanced state of arousal. But he had a good poker face, and he knew Dean was buying it, at least.

“Okay, Cas. 15 minutes. Then studying.” His eyes took on a teasing glint again, and Cas knew that whatever Dean was going to say next was going to push his buttons. “I’ll be good for you, I promise,” Dean added, voice low and rough and dripping with desire. With a groan, Cas bent down and smashed their lips together, his hands already working to take off Dean’s jeans.
And if there was a way to kiss someone triumphantly, he was pretty sure that was exactly what Dean was doing. He didn’t really mind, though.

He could never deny Dean anything, anyway.

Another one for @morningstarcas - congrats on passing your exam ;)

iKON as roommates


  • will legit nag at his roommate for keeping stuff out of the place
  • but then, he himself will have his stuff all over the place
  • because even though he goes out with his friends, he studies a lot and that leaves him no time to tidy up the place
  • will nag the hell out of himself whenever something doesn’t go accord to what it is supposed to cause he gotta keep stuff organized
  • he’s like, the responsible kid that needs to relax and that’s why he has friends
  • he’d probably study in the library cause he would get annoyed if things were out of place
  • ‘’tomorrow i have an exam so please keep quiet…i don’t care if you’re sick!’’
  • but in the next morning he would make sure to leave medicine on the table and go take his exam happily
  • then, when he was back from the exam, he would turn into the most soft little bean anybody has ever known cause pressure was over
  • ‘’omg i’m drowning in school work- nooooo’’ he’d literally cry
  • ‘’oh mom! MOM! MOM OKAY MOM I’M OKAY MOM LISTEN TO ME MOOOOOOOOOM, i just called to say hi.’’ and he’d have long ass talks with his mom cause why not
  • but then, work- gasps
  • and little sleep


  • has literally no care in the world and regrets nothing
  • walks around in boxers cause naked would be too much
  • and doesn’t even mind his manners whenever cause it is supposed to feel like home
  • once in awhile he will get that need to clean things up and the dorm will be just..clean
  • but he’s straight lazy
  • and if the light is on and he wants to sleep, he will just whine the hell out of himself
  • at least if there are no important exams coming up for his roommate
  • ‘’study? get your ass in the bed and sleep.’’ but he would just be snoring the whole night so the person would probably have a lot of trouble falling asleep
  • ‘’bobby did you see my pan- why are you wearing my pants?’’ anything that was in that dorm was his, which meant that clothes were no exception. it doesn’t matter just how, it belonged to him, okay?
  • ‘’breakfast please…’’ no answer would mean whining ‘’I SAID BREAKFAST PLEAAAAAAAAAASE’’ after whining, he would just run around that person until breakfast was done…cause he got snacks but that’s for the afternoon
  • he wouldn’t take long to get ready. whatever was there was enough, kay? he ain’t going to a party, it’s just school or work. so bye.


  • don’t touch his clothes
  • i’m serious, don’t
  • cause if you do, you’ll have problems
  • he’ll just nag for the whole day saying it is his clothes and he needs them so nobody can touch them
  • and the food? oh damn, if he buys food, he EATS the food. if anyone eats HIS food, that person is dead
  • ‘’what…are you doing?’’
  • ‘’i saw this online, this yoga position he- SHIT I THINK I CRACKED SOMETHING HELP’’
  • and he will be the noisiest thing in the whole world-
  • ‘’where’s m- WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING MY STUFF?’’
  • ‘’junhwe….where’s my vase…did you see my vase?’’ ‘’vase? WHAT’S A VASE, I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S A VASE, I NEVER SAW A VASE AND I DON’T KNOW NOTHING ABOUT A VASE, I DID NOTHING!’’ it’s just obvious he broke it.
  • but he would be the best when it came to listening cause he may be sassy and nag the hell out of himself and even annoy his roommate but he will listen and diss whoever made his roommate feel bad.
  • it’s stupid to say he would be the one taking the longest to get ready… cause it’s obvious- his beauty routine has to be done /slapped


  • he’s just that smart kid that doesn’t need to study that hard
  • like, ‘’hi book, let’s be friends’’ and that’s it, he got brain for everything
  • lowkey he’s just going to be tutoring his roommate cause he was asked and he’d do it happily
  • and he’d just cheer for his roommate cause he’s nice like that
  • like, even leaving his notes for his roommate cause he’s helping, he’s a good kid
  • and literally just opening the closet for his roommate, helping out with le fashion, he got eyes for that
  • ‘’well, my tutoring doesn’t come for free…mwahahah’’ and count on some real weird ass pictures of le roommate sleeping in weird positions
  • something is needed? he got it. he got like…infinite school supplies cause he’s cool like that
  • ‘’i feel sick..’’ ‘’i TOLD YOU not to go out dressed like that the other day, DUUUH of course you’re feeling sick now.’’ but he would just happily take care of his roommate
  • as long as his roommate let him speak about whatever he wanted to, donghyuk would be happy and there to help
  • he gonna be celebrating le successes with all his heart, even those that aren’t his.


  • he would be that lowkey hyper roommate that’s ready to party but nobody seems to understand that
  • he’s literally a best friend, he got his roommate’s back
  • ‘’GET ME THOSE VEGGIES, IMMA MAKE SOMETHING’’ yep, he’s hyper even in the morning
  • don’t get this duckling drunk tho cause he won’t even know what he’s doing - even tho he’s lost half the time
  • oh right, he would be lost if he went out alone and just helplessly wait for someone to pick him up
  • he’s the guy that everyone likes tho so he would find the way back but still want someone to pick him up
  • aye, he would just tease the hell out of his roommate for literally everything
  • so he can be either best friend or worst enemy lol
  • getting him annoyed would only have him being salty as hell..like, literally
  • ‘’get yo food done.’’ ‘’but i can’t cook..’’ ‘’then starve to death.’’
  • there’s just no in between
  • he is literally the best thing that ever happened int he world
  • and he’s the definition of happiness in the dictionary


  • and don’t challenge him cause he gonna beat yo ass.
  • tho he would get along well with his roommate
  • and lowkey just judge them real quick over all their life decisions
  • ‘’are you really going to do that?’’ ‘’uh yeah… i need to buy food for us, or we’ll starve.’’ ‘’tsk, ammateur.’’
  • he’s laaayyyzeeh
  • but he can be really productive too
  • like, literally ace le exams
  • and be a bratt
  • ‘’when are you done? when are you done? when are you done? can we go out? dude. dude, dude dude dude dude, it’s important…like…i’m hungry…can we go out and eat? i’m really hungry. my stomach is killing me and it’s making weird noises. do you think i can die if i don’t eat today? OMG WHAT IF I DIE? DUDE, LET’S GO EAT!’’
  • he can literally be so freaking annoying…
  • and talk nonstop
  • then, go back to being cold the same instant
  • and yep, he will betray his roommate
  • and also just cancel his plans last minute…because he’s lazy
  • ‘’aish, i should be dressing up…i can do that in ten minutes’’ five minutes later ‘’no..i’m not going. no. uh uh. nope’’ looking outside, the sun shining ‘’uh no.’’


  • the everyday happy person who will bring joy into his roommate’s life
  • he’s the best thing that ever happened to his roommate
  • cause he’s like a mom…especially the nagging
  • ‘’you can do better than just that.’’
  • and he will nag at his roommate with all his might
  • but he will also throw a party for his roommate whenever he thinks it’s necessary
  • and he will suffer with his roommate, like literally
  • he would listen carefully to his roommate’s story
  • ‘’that’s…so touching’’ and he’s crying ‘’but…i just said i ate cheese…’’ ‘’IT’S STILL BEAUTIFUL, OKAY?’’
  • yes, jinhwan is in that time of the month, okay?
  • he will just enrol himself into so much that he will end up crying and regretting it because there’s too little time to do so many things
  • he is like a vlogger
  • he will get tutorials on literally everything
  • and he knows like everything when it comes to householding
  • ‘’this won’t come out…’’ ‘’BISH- GIVE IT TO ME, IMMA SHOW YOU HOW IT IS DONE’’ just imagine him walking around with cleaning products hidden in his clothes - this is hillarious lol
  • as i said, mommy kim .

What I have learned from Brendon’s periscope tonight:

  • It’s almost 3 am.
  • They have flavored whiskey??
  • They’re nighttime fishing???????
  • Fireballs are present.
  • Brendon’s hair is messy.
  • Brendon thought he saw a bat.
  • They didn’t like the tech crew at the show today.
  • They caught some fish but they wont eat them because in Brendon’s words, “Hell nah, those fish have bacteria.”
  • Brendon looks really really happy.
  • (And kind of drunk.)
  • (But mostly just really happy.)

anonymous asked:

Exo's reaction when they wake up in the middle of the night and they find you asleep at your desk bc youve been studying for your big exam the next day ?pleaaaasee

Xiumin: *walks up to the place where you’re sleeping at and cuddles you from behind* “Time to wake up sleepy head, just for a couple minutes while we get you to our room so you can sleep on the bed instead”

Luhan: *he was by your side when you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder. He stays there until midnight and decides to wake you up* “y/n my shoulder hurts and you’ll neck will hurt during your exam tomorrow and you won’t be able to focus because of the pain. Why don’t we go sleep on the bed now?”

Kris: “it’s midnight so you’ve been sleeping at that desk for the last three hours. in eight hours or less you’ll have to wake up to get ready for the test, until then why don’t you move to a more comfortable place to sleep so you won’t be cranky when you leave for the exam?”

Suho: *looks at what you’ve been studying* “What the hell is this? Is this some sort of alien language?”

Lay: “should I leave them there and let them sleep?”

Baekhyun: “time to think of a ‘nice’ way to wake y/n up”

Chen: “you’ve been studying really hard. Why don’t you come over and snuggle with me until your exam”


*is too tired to wake you up or get out of bed so he opens his eyes to check on you from afar and make sure you’re OK*

Kyungsoo: “If I wake them up they’ll be as cranky as the devil but if I let them continue sleeping at the desk they’ll be cranky when they wake up…. to wake them up or not to wake them up…..”

Tao: *looks at the time on his phone* “midnight really!? tsk, I told y/n not to study so hard. I told them this would happen if they studied too hard”

Kai: “no wonder y/n is always studying and falling asleep at their desk. What even is this!? People actually know what this is?”

Sehun: “I warned y/n this would happen if they kept studying for that exam. It’s their fault if their neck hurts when they wake up”

exam results are tomorrow oh no (an exam results playlist) (listen)

1. another brick in the wall (part 2) - pink floyd // 2. totally fucked - spring awakening // 3. i should have cheated - keyshia cole // 4. boulevard of broken dreams - green day // 5. do i wanna know? - arctic monkeys // 6. going to hell - the pretty reckless // 7. please please please let me get what i want - the smiths // 8. goodbye mr. a - the hoosiers // 9. summertime sadness - lana del rey // 10. livin’ on a prayer - bon jovi // 11. legally blonde - legally blonde the musical // 12. one day more - les miserables soundtrack // 13. the final countdown - europe

Request: Hey I was wondering if I could have a newt AU imagine? Were he’s kind of like the bad boy skater? And YN is the good girl and they don’t like each other at first (but she thinks he’s hot bec how can you not) but then something happens and they start to fall for one another but YN friends think he’s just messing with her and she shouldn’t like him in all that stuff? Sorry if it’s to long or confusing
A/N: OMG!!! Yes!!! Yes!!!! I was taking a math test when I got this!! I think I may have squealed a little or something… You are totally my new best friend!!!!

     I headed to my fourth hour. Thank God it’s almost lunch. I made a quick stop at my locker to pull my text book out and put my history book and notes in. I closed the metal door when I heard laughter and someone shout. “Hey! Watch out!” As I turned to walk to class, a boy crashed into the lockers next to mine. He stopped himself from hitting his head with his hands. “I told you to move!” he snapped at me, his dirty blonde hair falling down in front of his face. Is he serious right now? “Excuse me?!” I yelled back, he stood aback, not expecting me to fight back. He glared at me as I spoke, “It’s not my fault! Why the hell are you even riding your skate board inside a school? Maybe next time you should rethink that!” I growled, giving him a shove as I pushed past him. The bell rang. Great! Now I’m late for class!
      I proceed, still worked up about that little encounter with… whoever the hell that was. He thinks because he’s so hot he can do whatever the hell he wants? No! When I got to class, I searched for my best friend, Teresa. “Whoa! Are you okay?” she smiled, a small chuckle forcing its way past her lips. “define ‘okay’.” I mumbled, “No I’m not. Who is the guy who rides his… stupid skate board through the halls and expects everyone to do what he says and move out of the way?” Teresa grinned, shaking her head from side to side. “Please tell me you didn’t fall for him!” I rose my eyebrows, “What!? NO! Not even close! He nearly killed me while I was getting my book from my locker!!”
      Teresa froze, her pale face becoming whiter. “I wouldn’t say that I nearly killed you! You were in my way!” I turned to see the boy. “Are you kidding me!? What are you doing here!?” I whispered, clenching my jaw. “This is my class.” The boy scoffed, rolling his chocolate brown eyes at me. “What the hell?” Teresa mouthed to me, looking back over to him. He sat down next to my friend, Thomas. He greeted him with a grin. NO! Hell no! I only hoped they weren’t friends. I’d probably kill myself.
      “Okay. As you know, tomorrow we have an exam. It is worth 150 points. With that said, today will be a review day. I’ll assign you your partners then I hand out the study sheet. It is for a grade so I suggest you do it!” My math teacher pulled a paper from his desk, beginning to read off the names. The list began to shorten and there were only a few names on the list, leaving me, Thomas, Gally, Teresa, Minho and the guy who I still don’t know the name of. “Hmm… Thomas and Minho, Gally and-“ I would rather be with Gally than blondie over here. It’s not that I don’t like Gally, we’re friends but we don’t spend a lot of time with each other so it’s kinda awkward. “Teresa. Can’t see my own writing. Finally, Newt and Y/N.” Mr.[Name] finished. “Ahhhhhh!!!!!” I heard a loud groan and repetitive banging. I looked to my right and there was… Newt… banging his head on the desk.  
      The class dispersed from the crowd of desks, moving with their partners to a spot they could work. I sighed heavily, making my way over to the desk next to Newt. His head still was on the surface of the table in front of him. I pulled out a piece of scratch paper and my calculator. When Mr. [Name] got to uh, Newt’s head shot up. “Request for a new partner?” he asked, but it came off a more of a demand. I rolled my eyes this time, a scoff escaping my mouth. “Get what you get.” He replied, handing us each a paper, filled with problems from top to bottom. “Shall we get started?” I mumbled, directing my eyes to him. I took in all his features: his sharp jawline, perfect hair, the way his eyebrows furrow. He smiled sarcastically before reverting his gaze to the paper. “I’ll take that as a yes… Y= 3/9x+ 5/8. If Y= 6, what is x?” I read the problem aloud. I looked over to Newt, “What are you doing?” He let out a chuckle, “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m solving the problem. It’s 16.3…” he replied, lowering his voice when he got to the answer. I checked the problem and sure enough the answer was 16.28. He rounded though. “Yeah…” I looked down to my paper, jotting the number down. “I’m not an idiot…” he smiled, looking back at his paper.
      I moved onto the next problem, but I felt like I had it wrong. “Hey… did you get-“ “2.73.” he  replied. “What?” He leaned over to see my paper, moving it closer. “Oh! You forgot to distribute the 7 to the y-value!” I blushed when I realized how close he was to me.  He finished the problem for me. “Uhm.. thanks.” He winked, “You needed it.” I rolled my eyes. We finished the paper by time the bell rang. I rushed out of the class, determined to get our table. Dumb freshmen think they’re so cool.
      I got there just before they came into the commons. Slowly my friends sat down; Teresa, Sonya, , Aris, then Minho. “You like him don’t you?” Sonya asked, a small smirk tugging at her lips. I rolled my eyes, “No.” “Good. Newt’s not… good for you.” Teresa butted in.  “Well…” Sonya added, “he is pretty hot.” I nodded, earning a scowl from my best friend. “Hey guys.” Thomas sat down and alongside him Newt. Sonya wriggled her eyebrows at me, then shook her head. “Hey.” I replied. Thomas took the seat next to Minho. Leaving one seat open, guess where. Yup! Next to me.
      He smirked, dropping his bag on the tile flooring. I talked to Teresa and Sonya while Newt was hitting it off with the guys. Every once in a while. I would turn to face them and Newt would turn away. Was he staring at me? Teresa wrote something on a piece of paper, and then passed it over to me. I read it: He’s staring at you… I slowly looked over at him. Sure enough he was. I felt the heat rise up to the apples of my cheeks.
      When lunch was over, I made my way to English. I remembered that we were starting a project today that we would have to finish by Tuesday. I made my way back to my locker, hoping Newt wasn’t gonna nearly ram into me again. I grabbed my books then slammed my locker door shut. I jumped when I saw Newt on the other side. ”Oh my God!” He smiled. “Decided I wasn’t gonna try to kill you even though you were in my way.” I giggled, a smile plastered on my face. “I appreciate that.” “So… what class do you have?” Newt asked, his hands in his pockets as we walked down the crowded hall. “English. Mrs.[Name]. You?” I answered his question, trying to sneak my way past the dam of gossiping teens. I felt Newt take my hand, leading me through the enclosure. “Same… why do I never see you in any of my classes? Well, that we both have.” I rolled my eyes at him, I have been doing it so much today that it’s beginning to give me a headache. “Maybe because you think you are way too good for everyone.” I joked. He dropped his jaw as if offended, “Ouch!” I giggled, walking into my classroom.
      I don’t really talk to too many people in this class. The only friends I really have here are Minho and Sonya. I sat next to Sonya and Minho of course, Newt sat next to me. He kept talking to me until the bell rang. “Alright! In a moment, I’ll let you choose your partners. Ah ah! When I’m done. When you have  a partner,  one of you come up and I will assign you a prompt. Okay! Now you may find a partner.” Mrs.[Name] set us loose to find our partners. I turned to Sonya but saw that Minho already gotten ahold of her. “Looks like it’s just you and me.” Newt winked. I walked up to the front desk to get our prompt. I came back, plopping down in my desk. Newt leaned to see the prompt, his face so close that if he turned to look at me, we’d bump heads.
     Prompt: Pick ten quotes from the novel “Romeo and Juliet”. Describe what you think these mean and format it in a well- written essay. It must be at least two pages or 1,500 words.
      Once I read the prompt, we pulled our books out, skimming through for quotes. “Here.” I pointed out a quote from Juliet. Newt flipped to the page, “O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.” He read the words from the think paper. His words rolling off of his tongue like silk. I found myself staring at him. “I like it.” I blinked, writing it down as it is. “Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes; Being vex’d a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.” I spoke the words with a passion, deep down, I’m a hopeless romantic. I noticed Newt staring at me with a slightly smile arching at the corners of his mouth. He shook his head, “Nothing.”
      We spent the rest of the hour searching for more quotes and jotting them down and taking notes on what we thought they meant. “If this is due Tuesday, then you should come to my house so we can work on it.” Newt suggested, keeping his eyes on his book. “I might need to know where you live.” I smiled lightly. “I’ll show you after school.” He replied, packing his supplies up. “Pst!” I heard a loud whisper, “Y/N!” I turned over my shoulder, Sonya waving at me to come over there. I obliged, standing next to her desk. “Don’t trust him. He doesn’t have time for a girlfriend. He’s just playing with you okay?” I nodded, a part of me hoping it would be a lie.
      The bell rang and I head to my final hour. Not too much happened there, just some review before the unit exam. I hate when teachers decide to put all our tests in the same week or time frame. The class flew by quick and I found myself walking out of class. I bumped into someone and mumbled a small sorry. “Of course love.” I could tell already by the thick accent that it was Newt. “So are you coming or not?” Newt smirked strutting out the doors of the school. I followed close behind.
      “So do you have like a car?” I tried to keep up with him as he drifted past teens on his skate board. “No but I have a board.” He snickered. “That’s not gonna work for me! I can barely keep up.” I whined, causing him to skid to a stop. “Fine. Then you ride.” I scoffed, laughing. “Come on. I’ll help you.” I sighed, hopping on the board, not literally. I’m not stupid. I stood on it, trying to keep my balance. “There you go!” he encouraged, “Give it a go. You can do it. And if you fail, I ‘ll catch you.” I felt my heart drop down to my stomach at his words. “I-I can’t!” I laughed, hesitating to even put my foot on the ground.          “Here.” Newt took my hands in his and gently pushed the board forward. I whimpered when I felt like I was going to fall on my butt. “Calm down. I got you.” Newt laughed, “Think you got it?” I slowly nodded as I became more confident. Newt slowly let go of my hands. Still keeping them close to me. I squealed as I pushed off a little. Newt ran to keep up with me as I started to get the hang of it. “That’s it! Look at you, you shank!
      “Lead the way!”  I laughed, as I began to get faster. ”Slow down and I will.” Newt panted as he caught up to me. “What if I don’t know how?” I attempted to stop. He sighed, running up to me. I felt the board tilt up, resulting in me falling back. I whimpered as I felt strong arms wrap around me. “I told you I wouldn’t let you fall.” I smiled at his comment. I blushed like an idiot when I realized that his arms were still wrapped around me. “Uhm..” I broke the silence. “Sorry.” He apologized, pulling his arms back. When his arms retracted, I felt… empty and cold. “For what?” I wanted to take it back so bad. Newt scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Sorry.” I mumbled, “Weird question.” “Not weird… if you weren’t really sorry for it.” I smiled, a few hours ago I hated him and now it’s like I’ve known him my entire life.
      It took a while, but we got to Newt’s house about ten minutes later. We walked in and climbed the stairs until we ended in his room. His room was quite simple. When I saw him I expected something with more… character? He collapsed onto his bed, cover in gray sheets and a black comforter. Newt patted the spot next to him. I sat down, shifting to get my things from my bag. “Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!” Newt whispered. “What?” I looked at him and realized that he didn’t have his book or notebooks out. Then he repeated, “Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!” “What about it?” I quirked an eyebrow up, confused about what he wanted to say for the quote. “In the novel, Romeo describe Juliet with, ‘Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear’. He’s saying just how beautiful she is. That she’s too beautiful for the world. In this case… I’m Romeo, saying it.” I smiled. Did he just call me? No! He’s just working. “It’s funny, you know, a few hours ago we couldn’t stand each other and it’s 5:30  and we act like we’ve known each other since kindergarten.” I looked down to the ground, then back up. Only this time, Newt was sitting much closer to me than he was before. He placed a hand on my cheek, leaning into me. My eyes flickered from his lips to his eyes. I gave up and closed the distance between us.
      I pulled away when my entire air supply was eliminated from my lungs. “I really, really like you, Y/N. I mean I know that all the popular people usually say that and play a girl or guy, but I mean it. I really do. And, I can’t help but feel… nervous and tingly when I ‘m around you. I guess I’m pretty much saying that I love you Y/N.” I smiled, pressing my lips to his again. I felt him kissed back instantly, as if he were going to do it before I was. “I love you too Newt.”

I have no idea what to do, I can’t physically go to school tomorrow. My heart is racing even thinking about it. As I haven’t been for almost two weeks my school think I’m just not going for the hell of it and that I’m skipping it. I’d much rather stay at home to revise for my exams because I won’t learn anything at school because I’ll constantly be on the brink of an anxiety attack. I need to go to the doctors to go to my school and be like ‘look there’s a problem, I can’t’. But they won’t take me seriously. I’m not that bad. I just can’t cope and now everything has got worse due to my fucking school, even the head teacher told me I’m going to fail my a levels. I don’t know what to do.

Alright guys this is it. 

Tomorrow is my third (and fucking FINAL) phd exam- this one is the most intense yet. I have to talk about ALL THREE of my fucking fields of study and basically like make a coherent argument about why I do what I do. 

It’s gonna be terrifying but ONCE I AM DONE I get to ACTUALLY WRITE AGAIN and like BE A HUMAN! :D

So if you have any spare gay and sparkly thoughts- please send them my way tomorrowwwww! Also apologies in advance for all the angsty self-indulgent posts that I will likely make in the next 36 hours…

anonymous asked:

Hey there talented KCer! Did you hear tomorrow is KC Drabble Day? I, as most KC lovers, would love to read something by you. Is it our lucky day? Please please please, say yes, Sweetheart! Show me some genuine beauty. Make my shipper heart soar!

How could I say no to such a sweet message? Thank you so much for such an amazing and heartwarming compliment. It means a lot to me.

Set sometimes after 5x11.

I don’t know what this even is, so my apologies in advance. I wrote it while my students were writing their exam. Should have been supervising but priorities.


Everyone has been giving her hell. Tyler was completely pissed and wasn’t talking to her at all, Stefan just looked a little disappointed, Damon was laughing at her and Elena, well Elena didn’t even care enough it seemed.

Caroline has always been drawn to Klaus, even been attracted to him, from the very first time she had laid eyes on him. She didn’t like him, she was pretty sure she had hated him back then, but she had eyes and wasn’t dead. Well, technicalities.

The point was, she had fought it, had fought him and herself but in the end, when he had actually confronted her about it, she just couldn’t do it anymore. She couldn’t pretend. Maybe she’d grown up a little bit or maybe she just reached the limit when it came to resisting him, them.

So, she had given in and it was probably the best decision she has even made. Just thinking back about it made her blush. Smug bastard. Well, suffice it to say he had definitely picked up a thing or two over the centuries.

She had tried to hide it at first, of course, but then she couldn’t anymore and she had confessed to Katherine – not that she knew it was her, mind you – although truth to be told, Katherine had reacted much better than Elena ever would have anyway. And Katherine wasn’t even her friend. Maybe. Ugh.

So after everyone has been judging her one way or another for a while, Caroline needed a break. She’s never really left home before – college so didn’t count – and she wanted to get away for a little bit, take some time off. After almost driving herself crazy and suffering a nervous breakdown she texted him. Texted, not called. Because yeah, no chance in hell. Call her chicken if you want, but texting was safer. She wonder if he even knew how to text.

She told him she needed a few days away from this madness called Mystic Falls but she still stood firm on not going to NOLA. She was not ready for that yet. But she was definitely up for a few days away with him, for a tiny glimpse into what could one day be. Let him show her a little bit about what he always bragged about.

Yeah, it was a rather long text.

Caroline didn’t hear anything back for a while. If she knew Klaus, and she did, he was probably staring at the screen on his phone, wondering what the hell was happening. She giggled at the thought.

Not a joke, she texted just because she wanted to make sure he understood. But the she frowned because that might have been presumptuous. Maybe he didn’t want her anymore after he had his fill – and he had had his fill.

If you want to, she texted once more and then threw the phone on her bed. She started pacing, frustrated with herself and the world.

It just wouldn’t do. Consider it a little time out from everything, she added. There, she was done. Let me know. Okay, now she was done. Gosh, she even babbled in her texts.

Deal, was what he texted back. Caroline rolled her eyes – trust him to reply with one word when she wrote an essay – but smiled.


He picked her up two days later. She met him outside Mystic Falls because reasons. She was already waiting for him when he pulled up and started walking towards the car when he turned the engine off and met her half way.

He chuckled when he saw her suitcase because he had told her not to bring anything, but a girl needed some items and he should have been grateful she brought only one, okay.

Caroline ignored his chuckle and just drank him in. Sunglasses covered his eyes, he had a dark jacket over his signature Henley – seriously, it’s like they were made for him – dark jeans and the trademark Mikaelson smirk.

“I wasn’t expecting you to see you so soon,” Klaus teased.

“Oh, shut up,” Caroline smiled. “You knew very well when you left that day half of what I said was bullshit.” Forgive a girl for trying to protect herself, it wasn’t every day an Original fell in love you with. It’s a big thing.

“True,” he admitted cheekily, “but still.” He ran his tongue over his teeth.

“Just for the record, this doesn’t mean anything.” Okay, so maybe she was still doing it a little bit but it felt important that she pointed that out.

It looked like he was about to say something along the lines of keep telling yourself that – she could practically hear his line of thoughts – but instead he opted for, “Whatever you say.”

He stepped closer, right in her space, and Caroline forgot to breathe.

“Does the little time out start now then,” he asked. Or drawled. Yes, definitely drawled in his stupid ridiculously attractive accent.

Caroline didn’t trust herself to speak, so she only nodded, biting her lower lip a little.

“Good,” he half groaned and in the next second she was pressed again the car – how even – and he was kissing her. The kissing was different than on the day in the forest, there was a familiarity present that hasn’t been there before. When Caroline tangled her hands in his hair and he grabbed her by the hips to pull her closer it – they always needed to be close, touching – felt natural and familiar. The kiss was hungry, explosive, kind of reclaiming what has been lost and just found again.

Caroline moaned and Klaus groaned in response. Neither was willing to let go.

After minute – hours or days, really, Caroline couldn’t be sure – she pulled away, her lips swollen. “This is a promising beginning.”

Klaus grinned and she added, “Just don’t expect to keep me in bed the whole week. We’ve got things to do, places to see and all that.”

His grin took a devilish hint, “No promises.” He grabbed her hand, “Ready for your first foray into the big bad world?”

“Ready,” she nodded, her eyes sparkling with energy.

They stayed in bed the whole week.

It was only logical she extended their trip for another one.