light blue bag

Headcanon that Logic and Morality bought each other their onesie.

Morality bought it for Logic as a birthday gift, and at first logic just accepted it to be kind, but then he wore it the first time (cuz his laundry hadn’t been done yet or maybe there was a movie night and Mo wanted to see him in it) and he fell in love with them.

When it was Mortality’s birthday, he opened the light blue gift bag to find his very own inside

Froze Toes Cookies

Yields 1 dozen

The things you’ll need

  • ¾ cup almond meal
  • 1 ½ cups granulated sugar
  • 3 cups all purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking powder
  • ½ teaspoon freshly ground nutmeg
  • 1/8 teaspoon salt
  • 2 sticks salted butter, room temperature
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 ½ teaspoons vanilla extract
  • ½ teaspoon almond extract
  • Large mixing bowl
  • Medium mixing bowl
  • Electric mixer
  • Whisk
  • Rubber spatula
  • Foot cookie cutter
  • Popsicle sticks
  • Cookie sheet lined with parchment paper
  • Rolling pin
  • Plastic wrap
  • Light blue royal icing
  • Decorating bag fitted with #3 tip
  • Pink gum balls
  • Cutting board & knife

Let’s get started!

  1. Preheat oven to 350ºF.
  2. In a medium bowl, whisk almond meal, flour, baking powder, nutmeg and salt.
  3. In a large bowl, beat together butter and sugar until light and fluffy.
  4. Add eggs one a time, mixing and scraping in between each addition, and then add extracts.
  5. Combine wet and dry ingredients and mix well.
  6. Divide the dough into 2 discs and wrap tightly in plastic wrap. Refrigerate for 1 to 24 hours.
  7. Roll out one disc of dough at a time to ¼ inch thick. Cut out foot shapes.
  8. Place a popsicle stick on the backside of each cookie and then place the pops onto a baking sheet. Refrigerate for 10 minutes.
  9. Bake for 12 to 13 minutes.

Time to decorate!

  1. Carefully cut gumballs in half and then set aside.
  2. Once cookies have cooled, pipe an outline of each foot and then flood the design with icing. Allow icing to harden, about an hour.
  3. Attach a gumball half on the upper corner of the foot cookie with a little bit of royal icing.
  4. Ta da! Haters will back off if you give them these froze toes cookies!

spell to soothe borderline personality disorder symptoms

bpd can be a nasty mess to handle sometimes. when your emotions are to high, you’re splitting on someone dear to you, or you’re trying to overcome black and white thinking, it can feel impossible to escape. here is a spell i put together to help ease your symptoms.

choose any of these ingredients:

  • amethyst (cleansing, expanding the mind)
  • ametrine (optimism, depression)
  • chrysoprase (anxiety, depression, mental health)
  • moon water (intent, calming, emotional)
  • lavender (anxiety, calming)
  • chamomile (anxiety, calming)
  • biotite (rationality, understanding)
  • rose quartz (love, self love)
  • smoky quartz (supports coping with stress and trauma, absorbs negativity)
  • clear quartz (stand in for any crystal)
  • selenite (mental clarity, powerful cleansing and charging crystal)
  • sunstone (depression, stress, fears)
  • citrine (focus, depression)
  • blue lace agate (anxiety, emotional healing, calming)
  • rosemary (anxiety, depression, calming)
  • mugwort (anxiety, calming)
  • rose oil (anxiety, calming)
  • salt (protection, carrier)
  • vetiver oil (calming, balancing)
  • ylang ylang oil (calming, steadies the mind, clears negativity)
  • basil (steadies the mind, happiness)
  • dried orange peel (focus)
  • red jasper (steadies and clears the mind)

cast a circle. this can easily be done by imagining a pure, white circle of energy spreading out from inside you; a personal protective shield. next, within a black or light blue sachet bag, piece of fabric, or a clear jar, mix your chosen ingredients. put them together carefully, thinking of your intent as you go. if using fabric for a sachet, you can either anoint your bag with your chosen oil(s) or water, or mix a drop into your salt to carry the liquid. be careful when handling essential oils.

once you finish mixing your ingredients, close the bag or jar and press a kiss to it. then, repeat (or write, or sign) these words up to three times:

“by the power inside me,

and my intent inside this [bag/jar],

wash away the intensity of my emotions,

balance my heart,

and take care of my mind.”

additional possible ending:

“so mote it be.”

once you’ve finished, tuck your sachet or spell jar away in a place where you’ll see or be around it often. you may choose to seal your jar with black or blue wax for extra strength. eat something small to replenish your energy, meditate for a few minutes, or do something you enjoy. give yourself a pat on the back, you deserve it. ✨

Guardian Angel

Nyrandrea and Themarginalartist here again with another chapter, with three children under his wing now ( eyyyyy), he might need a little help…

This story is inspired by @thelostmoongazer‘s Mob Boss AU and features @the-vampire-inside-me’s very own Abel the Angel! 

Also a big thank you to @animal-guardian for giving us permission to include Elymas into the story!


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Test Run

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Summary: Sam is cursed on a hunt and Dean and reader have to take care of him in the meantime…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: mild language

A/N: Some cutesy fluff for ya…

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Okay. - Lin-Manuel Miranda

  Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Warnings: One or two cuss words I think?? Mentions of child cancer.

Character Count: 13,685

Summary: Chosen AU where you share each other’s thoughts. Daveed asks you to read for Eliza in Hamilton- Hamilton is still in its workshop stages.


 You hummed along, tapping a pencil against the wooden picnic table you were sitting at to the beat of the song. The soft lights in the park just barely illuminated the area around you.

Do you like it?

Your chosen’s voice rang through your ears, just louder than the music. You smiled softly, it was the voice you had heard since childhood. Everyone had this ability, if you wanted to, you could open the channel with your chosen and talk- no, think, to them.

    To be specific, the channel was always open unless you willingly closed it, which you did often. But when you finally relaxed after a long day, your channel always seemed to slip open without you realizing. Your chosen always seemed to have his channel open, ready to talk to you or listen to you at all hours of the day.

Figuratively of course, though, this man, whoever he was, pulled all-nighters all the time. But he was kind, and funny, and your soulmate. Those facts made up for his racing mind that would sometimes slam into you at three in the morning, waking you up instantly.

    You and your chosen shared dreams, when he did sleep, but you never clearly got a look at his face.

It’s great, but helpless doesn’t rhyme in the way you’re trying to make it, why don’t you try using, I don’t know, defenseless?

 He closed the channel for a minute and you frowned, glancing around the park you sighed, wondering why he was so quiet for once in his life. It was unsettling to you when he closed his connection, technically speaking it was a part of you being closed off, but you realized how often you closed your own channel and then you felt guilty seeing as he probably felt like this all the time, but you couldn’t help it. Your work- they politely suggested that you close off your channel during office hours, seeing as a soulmate is a distraction.

It’s perfect!

You let out a small laugh as he started the song again, then rolled your eyes and you checked the time, your break was over.

I have to go, sorry, my break’s over.

He shot back a quick goodbye, making you smile at how absorbed in his work he was, you then closed the connection with a small sigh.

One day you would meet him, and you would finally know his name. All these years of hearing him talk to you, think to you, confide in you, and you didn’t even know his name.

         It was a fate everyone had. You hear your chosen, you share each other’s dreams, yet you can’t see their face or know their name until you met them. Every time their name is uttered a low hum prevents you from hearing, and it’s infuriating. People say meeting your chosen is such a magical experience, and you frowned, not knowing how long you would have to wait to have that experience.

   Your chosen wasn’t technically a soulmate, it was someone the universe had chosen for you for a specific reason. They might be chosen for love, for friendship, or just for company. You knew plenty of people who loathed their chosen, some who even refused to open the channel. You even had a homosexual friend who had a woman as a chosen, really it just depended on what you needed in life. You had decided your chosen was for company, something the both of you needed.

    Letting yet another sigh escape your lips, you stuffed your pencil and sketchbook into the small light blue bag you carried everywhere.

 Light blue. It was a sign of calm, a reminder of the ocean, which you had a passion for, it is associated with depth and stability. Stability was a thing you needed in your life, and so blue was undoubtedly your favorite color.

  You smiled to yourself when you realized you were humming his song under your breath. You couldn’t be blamed though, the man was a genius with music. You silenced your thoughts and opened the connection for just a moment to hear him still tinkering with the words of his song, then closed it once more, your smile widening.


Turning to see who on earth would be screaming your name like a madman in the middle of New York at 10:00pm, you were met with your friend Daveed jogging up to you. His hair bouncing along with his steps, paired with his wide goofy grin made you laugh lightly.

   “Y/N! It’s so great to see you. How long’s it been? Two- three days?”

You rolled your eyes, shooting back a quick,

      “It’s been about two weeks, Daveed.”

He scratched the back of his neck, his smile softening.

     “Sorry, just been really busy. I’ve been working on a project- you’re not gonna believe this!”

You rolled your eyes playfully, motioning for him to continue.

 “Okay, this guy’s name is Lin-Manuel Miranda, he’s making a musical about Alexander Hamilton.”

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you asked,

   “So, this-”

 “Lin-Manuel Miranda.”

   “So, this Lin-Manuel Miranda is making a musical about some dude barely anyone knows about in history?”

Daveed nodded, letting out an airy laugh, then continuing,

“Yeah, I know I said the same thing when I was asked to join the project. That’s why I’m here actually, it’s still in workshop stages, and we need someone to read- well, sing for Elizabeth Schuyler.”

You arched an eyebrow.

   “Okay, and you’re talking to me because…?”

He huffed out a breath.

 “Do I have to spell it out? I’m asking you to read for Eliza.”

Shifting your weight, you checked the time, then scratched your cheek.

 “Okay, but why me?”

Daveed crossed his arms, shaking his head.

    “Come on, Y/N. Don’t act oblivious, I’ve heard you sing before!”

You mimicked Daveed, crossing your arms defensively,

 “Daveed, you heard me sing one time in college, and you were drunk off your ass. I really have to go, I’m gonna be late for work.”

He grabbed your shoulder, making you jump backwards, in surprise.

   “Please, I’m begging you Y/N. Just do this for me, please?”

You sighed, letting a small smile slip seamlessly back onto your lips.

  “I’ll think about it.”

Offering him a soft smile and a goodbye hug, you got to work barely a minute late, then surrounding yourself in the atmosphere.

  Working at a small cafe wasn’t too bad, but being a waitress meant rude comments, inappropriate touching from men that were far too old for you, and more rude comments. There were moments that saved your day though, like a nice elderly man asking why such a kind young woman would stay at a job like this, or a small shy child looking so proud of himself when he told you his order.

Thinks like that made your day better.

After a few hours, you were clearing off your last table, minutes away from going home.


You turned from the table, letting your attention fall to your coworker, Elian, she was a short middle aged single mom, sporting a bob cut, minimal makeup, small hoop earrings, and a soft personality. She had a sad, painful background, and it nearly made you want to cry every time you thought about it. Elian had a three-year-old son who had just recently relapsed into chemotherapy. Her husband had left her, claiming it was too much for him to handle.

  “What’s up, Elian?”

You brushed some hair that fell out of your ponytail behind your ear, then straightening out your apron.

 “I really hate to ask you this, but my son- he-”

      Her voice faltered, and you could see the tears in her eyes. Quickly you rushed to her side,

  “It’s okay, I’ll take your shift, go.”

She nodded, hiccupping once or twice, then rushing off. You sighed, plopping down gracefully in one of the booths, taking Elian’s shift meant 6 more hours were added to your own.

That meant absolutely zero sleep any time soon.

           Zero sleep was the least you could do for Elian, that woman deserved the world in her hands, and what she got was- You sighed again, shaking your head, and getting up. It was almost 1 am, which meant the college students would be coming in soon.

 They were easy to deal with, most of the college students coming at night were attempting all-nighters while trying to finish a project, so really all you had to do was remember to refill their coffee.

        It wasn’t too bad, and on the bright side, you stopped serving food past 12:00, so you would be left to your own thoughts.

 After about an hour of serving a 20-year-old looking boy, frantically typing something on his laptop, he paid and left, thanking you for the ‘fab’ coffee.

     You were left to yourself, this place was quite the hole in the wall, so you didn’t really expect anyone else to come in, especially if they were looking for food.

      Plugging in your phone to the main speakers, you smiled, singing along to ‘I Want to Know What Love Is’

I got to take a little time,

You took a soft breath,

A little time to think things over…

      Pausing with the music, you closed your eyes, and letting it take you, imagining you were center stage at your concert.

I better read between the lines,

In case I need it when I’m older.

   Your voice was a whisper, barely heard over the music,

Now this mountain I must climb

    You placed a hand to your heart,

Feels like a world upon my shoulders

And through the clouds I see love shine,

It keeps me warm as life grows colder…

    You clutched your chest, your voice rising, echoing through the restaurant,

In my life, there’s been heartache and pain,

I don’t know if I can face it again, can’t stop now, I’ve traveled too far to change this lonely life.

I want to know what love is

I want you to show me

I want to feel what love is

I know you can show me

   You let out another soft breath, rolling your shoulders, trying to relax your muscles.

I’m gonna take a little time,

A little time to look around me

    You gestured to yourself, smiling sadly, slowly getting into character with the song,

I’ve got nowhere left to hide,

It looks like love has finally found me.

    You clutched your shirt, belting out the next lyrics,

In my life,

There’s been heartache and pain.

I don’t know if I can face it again,

Can’t stop now, I’ve traveled too far

To change this lonely life.

   Loosening your grip on your shirt, you took another quick breath,

I want to know what love is,

I want you to show me

   You reached out your hand slightly as if begging someone to take it,

I want to feel what love is

     You let your hand drop,

I know you can show me…

    You continued to sing to the rest of the song, putting your heart into it, seeing as it was one of your favorites.

Letting out a soft breath you smiled in content, opening your eyes again, and quickly getting back to cleaning the register area and dramatically singing along with your music.

     You let the beat of Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’ take you into your own dance, which naturally led to singing, and getting really into it. You twirled around, throwing your head back, running your hands through your hair, then down your sides, belting out the lines, and swaying your hips.

 You opened your eyes again, the words dying in your throat as you flinched away from the dark figure standing far too close to you. Screaming, you immediately threw a metal cup at the person before he stepped into the light, revealing Daveed, rubbing where the cup hit him in the face.

         “Oh, my god I’m so sorry! Why didn’t the bell ring when you opened the door?”

   You clutched your chest, trying to slow your breathing, then noticing the shorter Hispanic looking man standing next to Daveed. He had longer hair, just barely shoulder length, his eyes dark, analyzing you in a way that made you blush. You looked away before making eye contact with him,

      “What the hell were you doing Daveed?”

He smiled, his eyes sparkling as he quickly said,

     “I told Lin about you, and he said he wanted to meet you- it was the perfect opportunity, you had just started to sing I want to know what love is, and you were- damn you were belting!”

You cut him off with a sharp glare and hissed,

 “You could have told me you were coming!”

He responded with a shrug,

    “If I told you, we both know you’d make a lame excuse not to sing.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration,

 “Why didn’t you make me aware of your presence before I- before I started dancing?”

His dorky smile turned mischievous and, damn was he walking sex when he wanted to be.

    “Why would I ever do such a thing, Y/N? The way you were shaking those hips…”

He licked his lips, leaning onto the counter separating you from him. You blushed, slapping him on the side of the head, then huffing, and going to prepare his usual order.

  “You’re a real dick, Daveed, I hope you know that.”

You could hear his light chuckle before he responded,

  “Yeah, but you can’t deny that you want a piece of this, Y/N.”

Rolling your eyes and shaking your head, you were tempted to throw his coffee at him.

   “Lin-Manuel, isn’t it? Do you want some coffee? It’s on the house for having to watch that mess a few minutes ago…”

His laugh was musical and familiar.

  “No thanks, but really, would you consider singing for Eliza? Your voice is, it’s amazing…”

You gave a light chuckle,

    “Yeah, I’ll consider-”

You turned to give Daveed his coffee, but stopped short when you met Lin’s eyes. You didn’t even notice you had dropped his coffee as the dreams you had shared flooded over you, finally his face cleared and you saw him.


And you knew he was not chosen to be your friend, or just your company, you knew that you would fall in love with Lin-Manuel Miranda. Hell, you could probably rightfully say you were already in love with him.

   “Y/N? Oh, my god. You guys are chosen, aren’t you? Now have to be Eliza, Y/N.”

You tore your eyes from Lin just long enough to meet Daveed’s, a knowing smirk had taken over his face, and you let out an airy laugh. Looking back to Lin, he had never stopped staring at you, a wide smile graced his lips once you breathed out,



Regret pt 4

Ship: Kihyun x [y/n]

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 3,402 

Hey there guys! Once again, I’m dedicating this to the anon who requested this. I hope you enjoy reading this! I apologize for any misspelled words and any wrong grammar. 

credits to the owner for this gif. 

Regret pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 | If you want to read more, click here! :)

Originally posted by kihqun

Everything felt like a dream. You got your job back and now you’re engaged to Kihyun. It’s been three years since the two of you got back. Every single day was filled with different memorable events. The spark never left, both of your eyes twinkled, smiles were ear-splitting wide. It was one of those honest relationship. No misunderstanding, no lies, nothing.

The sun shined brightly, the streets buzzing with cars and busy people. Ever since you got your eyesight back, you were back at it again, taking photographs of well-known people and companies. You were in your office fiddling on the sheets of paper stacked on your desk. This was one of the most challenging offer you’ve ever got. 

Throwing a sheet of paper on the desk, you groaned, frustrated as you weren’t satisfied with the outcome of every single shot. A couple of mistakes here and there that you have to edit. Get your crap together, [y/n]. you thought while hitting yourself lightly on the head. It has been six hours since you left your seat. 

The clock ticked and ticked by the second passed and you weren’t close to leaving your office yet. Your hand found its way to your telephone, pulling the handset up to your ear before dialing your secretary. “Hera, bring me the other shots of yesterday’s photoshoot.” There was no point on beating on the bush. You have to get the work done before the deadline comes. 

You didn’t have to wait for Hera’s response as you slammed the handset back to its place. There was something about every single picture that you couldn’t put a finger on it. Looking at the papers once again, you compared several edits of the shots. What was wrong with the shots? Is there something that you’ve forgotten? You couldn’t really answer all of your questions as you, yourself, don’t know about it. 

As you were losing yourself to your own thoughts, you didn’t notice Hera enter the room with the developed photos on her hands. “Ms. [y/n].” No response. “Ms. [y/n], I brought you the photos.” No response. “Ms. [y/n]!” Hera raised her voice, it was loud enough to snap you out from your own thoughts. “O-oh, y-yes?” you stuttered while nervously stacking the papers on your desk.

“You should take a break, Ms. [y/n], and here I brought the developed pictures. I also received a call from your fiance that he’ll be here by 3:30.” Nodding you head in response despite the fact that every single word that came out from Hera’s mouth just went out through your other ear, you were already eyeing the photos. “Ms. [y/n], are you even listening?” Hera has been observing you by the second she came in.

“Y-yeah.” you mumbled without looking up to meet her eyes. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Hera placed a finger on the upper part of the pictures and slowly pushed it down to the desk, making you look at her with furrowed eyebrows. “What?” Hera then takes the pictures from your grasp and presses her lips into a thin line, “You need to take break, [y/n], and you do know what would happen if you overwork yourself.” 

Hera rarely calls you by your name and whenever she calls you by your name, you would break out into cold sweats because of her scary aura. “A-ah, yeah, sorry.” you lowered your gaze as you were already scared by her stare. “I’ll put these papers here and you better not think about reviewing it once I get out of this room.” Whimpering at her words, you obediently nodded your head.

Hera turned her heel and waltz her way towards the door, shutting it close as soon as she got you. Slamming your back on the chair, you heaved a sigh and grunted. “I guess I should just relax and take a deep breath before proceeding on reviewing these shots.” your eyes landed towards the stacked photos. You were already itching to review the photos but you controlled yourself as you didn’t want to face Hera’s wrath.

You pouted your lips as you crossed your arms and decided to meditate for a bit. “Okay, think of happy thoughts, [y/n], think of happy thoughts.” you muttered whilst closing your eyes shut. As you were hypnotizing yourself to think of happy thoughts, you didn’t hear the door squeak open. Kihyun smiled at the sight of you being pouty and all. 

You were filled with surprises and that literally makes Kihyun’s heart flutter. Chuckling at how cute you were, he tiptoed towards you, trying his best not to get caught and he covered your eyes with his hands. Your eyes fluttered open and everything was pitch black. Patting the pair of hands covering your eyes, you already knew who it was.

“Babe, I know that it’s you.” you whined to which it made Kihyun chuckle. “Okay, you got me.” Kihyun was always smiling, his eyes would vanish and his cute dimples would come out. You’ve always wondered how he can be so cheerful despite the problems he faces. Noticing your expressions, Kihyun sat on your desk and held both of your hands. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Kihyun was concerned as he’s never seen you this discouraged.

“Nothing’s wrong.” even though flashing him the fakest smile you’ve ever got, he would still squeeze the truth out of you. “Ey, don’t be like that. C’mon, tell Oppa what’s been bugging you.” His index finger touched the tip of your nose, making you look at him with a ‘really-now’ look. Shrugging both of his shoulders, he waited for you to speak up.

“I don’t know, babe. My shots are horrible, my edits just made it worse. I feel like I can’t get anything done without messing up….” your shoulders were deflated in disappointment. Whenever you talked about photography, your eyes would usually twinkle but now, Kihyun could barely see any twinkle at all.

His thumb gently caressed the back of your hand as worry was already building up. He hated to see you in such a hopeless state. “I feel like I’m losing that creative side of mine…. it doesn’t feel the same as before.” your voice faltered and then stopped as you felt your chest feeling a bit heavy compared to before.

Tears were already welling up on the corner of your eyes. Nothing seemed to go your way. Before, you held your chin up to all of the problems you’ve encountered but now, you couldn’t even look up. Kihyun lifted himself off the desk and brought himself down into a kneeling position. Cupping your face with his hands, his eyes searched for yours as he felt a pinch on his heart.

Slowly, the tears fell down one by one but Kihyun kissed them away. “Babe, this isn’t the end of everything. I know that you can do it, I believe in you. This..” he paused as he grabbed a paper on the desk and showed it to you, “this is just a challenge to test your skills. I know that you can overcome this. I know that… and don’t you ever dare feel lonely. I will always be here by your side.” his words were heartwarming enough to make you cry.

“H-hey, don’t cry.” He pulled you towards his chest before tightly wrapping his arms around you. Caressing your back, he cradled you in his arms. “Babe, don’t cry. You’re a wonderful photographer and no one can ever surpass those skills of yours.” Kihyun pulled away slowly before resting his forehead against yours. His hands made its way to cup your cheeks once more. 

“Hey, stop crying.” he softly said, wiping away the tears with his thumb. Kihyun had a faint smile on his face, his eyes glinted in worry and sadness. You softly sniffled as you looked at Kihyun in the eyes. “I’m… sorry for breaking down in front of you, Ki.” you apologized but Kihyun shook his head, “You don’t have to apologize, babe.” Slowly, your mouth turned into a pout which made Kihyun chuckle.

“Aigoo, cheer up. Oppa made you some kimbap for you to snack on.” Your eyes lit up at the sound of kimbap. “Really?” your voice was small but loud enough for Kihyun to hear. “Uh-huh. Stop crying and cheer up, okay? I didn’t make this kimbap for a sad [y/n] but for a happy [y/n].” He then presses his lips onto yours to which you responded back right away. It lasted about twenty seconds before you pulled away when you felt your tummy growl.

“Ey, what’s wrong?” It seemed like Kihyun was ready to take the kiss into another level. You chuckled at how disappointed Kihyun was, you bopped his nose with your finger and smiled, “I’m hungry.” Kihyun was now the one who was pouting at you. “What?” you asked with your eyebrow raised at him. “Can we just eat each other?” Taken aback at how straightforward Kihyun was, you couldn’t help but choke on your own saliva before cracking up.

“No, babe.” you gave him one last kiss before standing up, leaving him sulking. “Where’s the kimbap?” you asked before searching for the kimbap. Kihyun stood up and continued sulking. “Here.” He passed a cute light-blue lunch bag back towards you. Plopping yourself on the couch you opened the bag and pulled the lunch box out.

Kihyun sat himself right beside you, still sulking. “If you want us to eat each other out before we pass out, we can do that at home but here, it’s a big no no babe.” Kihyun wasn’t buying what you were telling him. He crossed his arm on his chest with his legs comfortably spread wide open. Rolling your eyes at how childish he was, you didn’t hesitate in opening the lunch box and plopping a slice onto your mouth.

The sweet taste of kimbap spread through your taste buds, making it dance through the various flavors. While you were enjoying the kimbap, you could feel a pair of eyes bore holes on the back of your head, making your look at Kihyun. “Are you going to sulk all day long?” you asked and Kihyun nodded in response. “What can I do to make you stop sulking?” A mischievous smile then replaced the pout. 

“Makeout with me.” You almost dropped the lunch box when you heard the words come out from his mouth. “Why?” you asked after gaining your composure back. “Do I have to answer that?” Kihyun looked really hot which didn’t make any sense to you. “But babe, I want to eat.” you whined with a kimbap slice in between your thumb and index finger.

“Eat that and,” he paused before grabbing the lunch box off your hand, placing it on the coffee table, and pulled you towards him. You were now in between his legs, your hands rested on his chest as he snaked his arms around your waist. “What’s gotten into you?” you asked while plopping the slice of kimbap into your mouth.

“I don’t know.” Kihyun acted innocently with his eyes looking at somewhere else. You slightly slapped him on the chest, “Seriously, is something bothering you?” Kihyun was now back to his pouty self and whined, “We barely had any sexy time last night as you fell asleep right away.” Sexy time? What’s he blabbering about? you thought as you looked at him weirdly.

“I stayed up all night in my office, Ki.” 

You lifted yourself off him and eyed him suspiciously. He lets out an exasperated sigh, “Yes, you did but your definition of staying up late was drinking a lot of soju and having me to pick you up in the middle of the night.” You could feel your cheeks heat up by the truth. “Whatever. I have to check the photos now.”

Your face was beet red. You didn’t expect his answer to be that straightforward. “Don’t you dare check those photos, Yoo [y/n].”His tone was firm but you didn’t budge. “I’m not yet your Mrs. Yoo, Kihyun.” you said in a sing-song voice before plopping your whole body onto your swivel chair. You saw Kihyun roll his eyes and proceeded to sulking once again.

“C’mon, [y/n], take a break and have some kitkat. Just kidding but still, take a break. You’ve been here for almost eight hours and I just want to spend some time with my wifey.” 

Oh, you already now that Kihyun was trying to guilt-trip you but he was right, you barely had any time for him. Lifting yourself off the chair as you made your way to him, you heaved a sigh. “I’m sorry.” If only Kihyun knew how much his guilt-trip worked on you, he would be teasing you for a week long. “Aww, it’s okay.” He slung an arm around you and pulled you towards his chest when you sat down beside him.

Kihyun noticed how you fell silent for a long period of time which bothered him. “Hey, are you still bothered about the shots?” You would be lying to yourself if you said no. A deep, frustrated sigh left your mouth as you rested your head on his shoulder. “I am… I don’t even know how to fix it.” 

“Well, you’re lucky that this hubby of yours know a little bit about photography.” 

You lifted your head off his shoulder and gave him a look. He knows a little bit about photography? you mentally asked. Kihyun flashed you the cheekiest grin and said, “Well, just so you know when we weren’t together, I took photography classes for you.” Kihyun was always the type of guy who knows how to touch a girl’s heart. 

“And, if you want, I can stay here with you and help you out with the shots. It’s better to have someone to review the pictures with you, you know?” This was something that you didn’t expect from him. Usually, he’d give you some space to focus on your photography but now, he was willing to give you his time in helping you out.

“R-really?” Even just by the slightest efforts, it really touched you. May it be just bringing you some coffee or even placing a blanket over your shoulder if you fell asleep. Your eyes glistened in tears which made Kihyun panic. “Yeah and…. h-hey, don’t cry.” Throwing your arms around him, you pulled him into a hug and cried.

“Thank you so much, Ki! You don’t know how much your help means to me.” 

Kihyun froze into his spot but breaks into a smile. His hands soothingly went up and down on your back. You also didn’t know how much it brought him happiness when he saw your eyes lit up when he offered you his help. He expected you to reject him but you didn’t.

“Goodness, you’re quite emotional today babe.” His tone was teasing, making you imagine him having a sly smile plastered on his face. “Now, why don’t we take a nap first? Look at those dark circles under your eyes.” His eyes stared right into yours, his thumbs tracing the bags under your eyes. 

“Alright.” The couch was big enough for the two of you two fit. He laid down before pulling you into his arms, protectively hugging you by the waist while making you rest your head on his arm. As soon as you laid down, you could feel the drowsiness kicking in.

Kihyun knew how much you loved it when he sang you to sleep whenever you were stressed. Before you knew it, his voice lulled you to sleep, sending you to dreamland right away. Despite how you became silent all of a sudden, Kihyun still continued to sing, his fingers played with your hair and his eyes were already closed.

Well, he also fell asleep without him knowing. Just imagine him singing then falling a sleep in the middle of the song. 


“How about this?” you asked with your eyes focused on the monitor screen. The brightness of the monitor made you feel a strain in your eyes. Shutting your eyes close, you still listened to Kihyun’s advice. 

“You should make it a bit more underexposed to put emphasis on your subject, giving it a mysterious feel into it but at the same time, a story.” 

Following his advice, you adjusted the exposure until you finally got it right. Sighing in relief, you saved the final product before stretching your aching limbs. “Alright, two more photos to go babe.” Kihyun was enthusiastic as ever.

As much as you wanted to continued editing, you couldn’t as your eyes hurt so much and your head started to hurt as well. Crap, I’ve overworked my eyes again… you cursed under your breath as you tried your best to hide it from Kihyun but he noticed right away. 

Placing a hand on your shoulders, he gave it a light squeeze and whispered softly, “Babe, I’ll take over. You should rest your eyes for a bit, okay? And I won’t take no for an answer.” You nodded your head and allowed him to take over by letting him sit on your chair and you on his. 

You plopped your crossed arms on the desk and rested your head on top of it, your head turned towards Kihyun. The room was filled with the sound of the mouse clicking every after two seconds. Kihyun’s eyes was focused on the screen, never leaving the monitor. 

His breathing was steady but you could feel that was starting to feel stressed about the photos, to which you instinctively touched him on the hand. “Babe, I-I can take over now.” “No.” He curtly replied before continuing. 

Ten minutes passed when you heard the sound of your swivel chair squeak, making you open your eyes and see a smiling Kihyun. He was proud of his edits and now, all he needed was your opinion about it. “Are you done already?” you softly asked, making Kihyun turn his head towards you and nod. 

You were relieved. A big weight was lifted off your shoulders and you didn’t feel suffocated anymore. Glancing towards the clock, it was already past midnight and you could see how tired Kihyun looked. “But I have to make you–” “No need, babe, I’ll make Hera develop all those photos tomorrow and send it right away to Mr. Bang.” you mumbled.

Kihyun looked at you with a confused look but you just smiled at him. The two of you called it a day and went home, falling asleep in each other’s arms as soon as the two of you hit the bed.


“Now this is what you call a masterpiece.” Mr. Bang exclaimed as he looked at the photos. The two of you had a meeting about the outcomes and all of your photos received good feedbacks. “And, I really love the last two pictures.” He continued. 

Your eyes landed on the photos and smiled, “I’m actually not the one who edited those two, Mr. Bang.” Mr. Bang looked up to meet my gaze. His eyes were wide as a surprised cat, his lips formed into an ‘o’ shape before speaking up.

“Then, may I ask who processed these shots?” 

“My soon-to-be-husband actually processed those Mr. Bang.” you expected him to explode but the frown was turned upside-down into a sweet smile. Mr. Bang was surely reminded of him and his wife. “Alright, I’ll take all of these photos and don’t you forget to invite me to your wedding, alright?” 

You were taken aback when Mr. Bang started to gather all the photos back to the brown envelop. “M-Mr. Bang–” “And, tell your hubby thanks. I would like to work with you again and this time, I also want to work with your hubby.”

You were left dumbfounded in the conference room. Mr. Bang left right away with a jolly smile on his face. But this was good news for you. You hurriedly pulled your phone out and dialed Kihyun’s number. You didn’t have to wait that long as Kihyun answered your call right away.

“So, how’d it go?” 

“It went well! It’s all thanks to you, Ki!” 

“Well, what can I say, I’m that good.”

“Don’t let it get into your big head now.”

“Hehehe, I’m just kidding, babe. So, since the job’s finally done, can we now have sexy time every single night?”