more perfect than your life

Split - Kai Scenario. Part 5

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family.

Word Count: 2076

A/n: I know this is short but I’d rather upload something now and something in a week than nothing at all. It hasn’t been the best times for me on this blog lately but I can’t stop writing this story for myself and you guys…


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You wake up on a Sunday morning with a sigh. Now you perfectly understand the meaning of that one saying. As if you’re a schoolgirl and it’s finally the last day of your holidays. But in your case you haven’t missed what’s to come even for a bit.

But this time, you decide not to sulk and make the most of the day which will probably be the last one you’ll ever spend with your complete family. Negative thoughts try to find their way into your mind but this time you do your best to keep them out and just enjoy last Sunday you’ll spend happily.

You won’t ruin it.

You quickly get out of the bed. this time you don’t wake up next to your almost ex-husband which is quite a disappointment, but then you sneak a look inside Tae’s room and see him hugged by his father in sleep. And it’s quite enough for you. You can share Jongin with your son even if you’re very selfish.

You don’t lose time swooning over the perfect picture and step inside the bathroom to get ready for the day. After washing up and putting on a comfortable sundress, you head to the kitchen. You plan to make this day perfect for everyone and in your family’s case that means food.

Although you like the thought of healthy diet, the thought of Jongin and Tae’s happiness when they see fried chicken for breakfast is enough persuasion you need.

Time goes quickly while you do everything to make sure that the “breakfast” table is flawless. And just when you’re about to put the last plate on it, you hear footsteps and soon both of your favorite boys step inside the kitchen. You don’t know who’s more excited when seeing what they’re about to eat.

“You’re just in time for breakfast.” You say with a big smile, even though it’s already half past two in the afternoon, it’s normal with Jongin and Tae who goes after his father in everything.

“The smell woke us up.” Jongin can’t take his eyes off the table. “This smells so good, how could we have slept more.” He laughs and sits next to Tae. They’ve both already started devouring the food.

“Wow this is really good.” Jongin comments. “I haven’t tasted anything better for a while, where did you order this?” he asks while handing Tae the neck of chicken. “Start with this.” He adds.

“I made this actually.” You say quietly. Jongin stops and widens his eyes while chewing slowly. “Mommy is the best cook ever, isn’t she?” Tae says with a full mouth. You laugh and wipe his lips.

“Yeah, she is.” Jongin says quietly and you feel your cheeks redden. It’s like you’re returned to high school phase, or just the start of your friendship with Jongin. Not as if you’ve spend years next to him.

Almost an hour passes when the three of you are finally finished with the food. Tae tries to keep up with his dad whose tummy seems to have a hole and is never satisfied. But when the plates are finally empty Jongin suggests watching television so the three of you move to the living room and get comfortable on the couch.

And that’s how the last day (as you hate to call it) is spent. Nothing is special but amazing at the same time. The only time either of you move is to get to the bathroom or get the next fill of snacks. You’re watching cartoons and the Disney movies even Jongin enjoys singing along to.

When the sun is set, Tae runs to his room to get his favorite blanket and returns jumping in his father’s lap. He covers both of them with it and grabs your arm to bring you closer. You’re hesitant at first – you don’t want to make Jongin uncomfortable, but then you see them all cuddly and warm and there’s nothing that can hold you back from joining.

You move closer slowly also getting under the blanket but keeping some distance from your husband but you’re surprised, that when your neck is getting too uncomfortable for it to be laying naturally, Jongin is the one to pull his arm around you and let it rest against his shoulder, right in the position where you can also reach to kiss Tae’s head. You didn’t expect it. Definitely didn’t but for the first time in a month you feel that you’re warm again and you hadn’t even realized how frozen your body had become, deprived of his warmth.

There’s something different about him. Always has been. Just like no heating system can warm you up as well as a walk under the sun can, Jongin’s arms are the same. He’s your personal sun, your only natural way to life.

You can’t even imagine how much you crave for it.

After a while you realize that Tae has fallen asleep on his father’s chest. But you can’t blame him. Jongin is just so warm and so comfortable all you want to do is to finally get the good night’s sleep peacefully for once. But the other part forces you to stay awake to remember every single second of the time you finally felt so, so happy.

In that moment you clearly realize one thing.

He’s here. With a woman who will soon become his ex-wife. And there’s one logical question jumping in your mind.

“Jongin?” you call out, quietly enough not to wake up your son.

“Yes?” he answers, so softly that you never want that sound to leave your ears.

“How does she feel about you being here?” you drop the question, you’re truly curious about. But nothing could surprise you more than what Jongin says next.

“Who?” he asks.

You don’t know if you’re imagining it, or that you’re already stepped into your nightly dream, but you think his fingers are slowly caressing your arm. He truly seems to not recognize who you’re talking about.

“Fei.” You answer with a single word. That name won’t ever leave your memory.

You look up at Jongin secretly and see momentary confusion dwell in his eyes.

“Oh, her.” He adds and stays quiet for a moment. “Well I don’t think she likes that I’m here. She told me not to come.” He says quietly.

Of course she doesn’t. As negatively as you might be inclined towards that girl you understand that she wouldn’t want Jongin to stay over here. But you can’t sympathize when she’s the one going after a still-to-be-divorced man.

Soon after another thought occupies your mind. You know it’s childish to compare how Jongin treats Fei to how he treated you, but she told him not to come and here he is, in your living room. Not once would Jongin ever make you uncomfortable with his decisions when he lived with you. In the good old times he wouldn’t have left you alone like he did with Fei.

You’re absolutely sure of that and that thought makes you even warmer inside. Curling deeper into Jongin’s chest you have no negative thoughts raiding your mind.


On a Monday morning Jongin wakes up just on time without the need of an alarm clock. Slowly dressing in his formal attire he proceeds to the bathroom and kisses the head of his son who’s diligently brushing his teeth. Next he walks inside the kitchen and sees her.

She turns around to look at him and doesn’t even try to form a smile. Jongin can see how the light that was so bright inside her eyes yesterday is now completely gone. Breakfast goes in a quiet matter, so unusual to this happy household. Jongin offers to take Tae to Kindergarten and soon sees his son jumping inside his backseat. Moving like a robot she walks over and fixes his tie, he doesn’t even notice it was crooked. Well she was always better at handling it anyway.

Turning around she slides a sheet of paper in front of him, Jongin looks closely and sees lots of too professional words he hates so much.

“I signed it.” she says quietly. “Like I promised. You’re free.” That’s it. just a little doodle of Jongin’s signature is needed and everything will be over. Isn’t it what he wanted? Without a word he slides the papers inside his laptop bag and walk to the door.

Similar to the times before she walks him to the door and just like it used to be usual, he kisses her forehead and says “Bye”. But this time it doesn’t feel like usual at all.  

The day goes as usual for you. Just like it’s been this past month. You go to work, use your lunch period to pick up Tae and chew on a small bun to get you through the day. You make sure Tae doesn’t mess around and does his homework, then you take his hand and go back to the journey back home. You unlock the house, take off your coat, wash Tae’s hands and heat up the dinner you cooked the previous day. As if everything is the same but at the same time nothing is.

Even if usually you always manage to put a smile on your face just for the sake of your son, today you can’t. Today you can’t force yourself anything. You don’t have enough energy. And you know Tae feels it. Not just your feelings but you can see the same mood from him. Your son hasn’t smiled all day and you hate it. You hate it more than anything.

You know what changed. The hope is gone. Even if you spent the month alone you hoped, you wished Jongin would wake up and just come back, for you the bright future of your family wasn’t torn. You still hoped, deep down in your heart. Now you know it’s over. You lost. You lost him.

You finally manage to set the table managing not to break down seeing the number of plates. You will stay strong for your child. He deserves to have you properly functioning. Tae comes from his room slowly and sits down by your low table.

“Eat well, Tae.” You smile warmly and reach to kiss his head. He smiles too. And how can a five year old’s smile even be so full of sadness.

You’re just about to eat when you hear the lock of your front door open. You don’t know what to think. Your motherly instincts are reaching for Tae in case of a burglary. Why would a burglar step inside your house so calmly, it’s irrational you know, but you can’t give yourself any false hope that maybe what you think is happening, is actually happening.

You’re only looking at Tae, afraid to look straight at the entrance and you see your son’s face change. From curiosity to confusion and finally a shy and timid smile forms on his face.

“Daddy.” He calls.

You finally look forward.

“Started dinner without me?”

Jongin is standing with his suitcase, dressed warmly in a winter coat, his shoes are already neatly arranged in their proper place. There’s a small pout on is face for emphasis.

He looks godly.

He looks like home.

Tae looks lost, but you’re sure you’re even more confused. But your son fixes himself in a second and runs to hug his dad, like he would every day. Your son can control himself very well, but you’re sure Jongin can also see just how happy he is to see his dad, home.

You don’t let down your guard yet.

You stay frozen at your seat.

“Ahh, today was such a tiring day at work, I can’t even stand on my feet.” Jongin yawns and takes off his coat. “I’ll go wash my hands. Y/N can you please check my bag? There’s so much trash in there from work, could to throw it out? Or I’ll forget and it’ll stay there for days…” he continues talking down the hallway, his voice slowly disappearing.

I have to add a plate you think, but first, you walk over and pick up Jongin’s suitcase, opening the zip. You see paper, torn to little pieces. Torn so fiercely you wouldn’t have recognized it hadn’t you put it here in the morning. 

It’s the divorce papers.

And even though they’re destroyed, you can clearly see, there’s not a trace of Jongin’s signature.  

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The One With All The Speeches

Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Reader

Summary: Two Words: Secret Wedding

A/N: just lot’s of corny corny fluff since you all really seem to dig alec fluff xx

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“Are we really doing this?”



“Yeah,” Alec’s voice is unfaltering, his eyes not leaving yours as he gives your hand a squeeze.

“You guys better be. I didn’t get ordained for nothing,” Magnus adjusts his jacket before rubbing his hands together, “Are we ready?”

“Just waiting for Jace,” Alec mumbles, nervously looking at the clock, “Do you think something happened?”

You shake your head, “No way. He would never miss this.”

“Not intentionally…”

“Sorry I’m late!” Jace huffs, out of breath as he runs down the aisle, “Wait,” he pauses, walking back and waiting at the end, “Y/N…”

He holds an arm out and you walk back down the aisle, stopping beside him. You suck in a sharp breath as you link your arm through his.

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, your heart hammering against your chest.

“Cold feet?” Jace asks and you shake your head, pulling up your dress slightly to reveal fluffy socks on your feet, “Alec made me wear them… said he ‘didn’t want to take any chances’.”

“That’s cute,” Jace chuckles, “Cue the music!” he calls out to Isabelle who nods excitedly before plugging the aux chord into her phone.

You walk slowly down the aisle towards Alec, your eyes bound in a stare. Your mind flashes back to the first time you had seen Alec; you had felt the same way then too. It was when you were thirteen and had come in from Idris. Alec was assigned to help train you. Day after day you knocked him on his ass. You wondered why it was so easy to beat him when he was one of the best in the institute and then one day, you put up the poorest fight, one there was no way he could lose and yet he did. He fell to the floor with the slightest knock and for a moment you were offended; was it because you were a girl?

For days you didn’t talk to Alec and instead trained with Jace. It was one night when you were training alone that Alec stepped onto the mat. You sparred for almost an hour until you lay beside each other, trying to catch a breath.

You had hesitated before asking him ‘Alec, why do you always lose to me?’

His answer was simple: ‘I like seeing you smile when you win.’

After that you made him promise to fight properly and he said he would only do so if he could make you smile some other way. It began with him taking you to beautiful places you hadn’t seen before; dates, dinners, ice skating, movies, waterfalls – really, any place two thirteen year olds could go without parental supervision. Anything and everything to make you laugh. And then one day he kissed you and it was as though the air had left your lungs. You smiled all day and all night and then Alec got down on one knee and pulled out a lolly ring and asked you to be his girlfriend. When you talked about it now you both cringed and laughed, but you were thirteen and that’s what love was. And then and on exactly the same day, six years later, Alec had got down on one knee and pulled out the most beautiful ring before asking you to marry him.

You reach the alter, stopping in front of Alec who sucks in a sharp breath, smiling from ear to ear.

“Take care of her,” Jace winks as he places your hand in Alec’s.

“Are we ready for vows?” Magnus asks.

Alec stares at you, his grin taking up most of his face.

“Alec,” you giggle and he shakes his head, “You just look so beautiful, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so beautiful,” he sighs.

You awkwardly shift your dress a little before placing a hand over his chest and pressing a kiss to his lips, “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“Uh,” Magnus sticks a hand between the two of you, “Save it for after the ceremony,” he chuckles.

“Y/N. Vows?”

You laugh nervously beofre clearing your throat, “Okay, uh – When I met you, I was this gangly, awkward thirteen year old girl, who couldn’t fight and was afraid of the dark. I’m still kind of gangly and awkward but I’m not afraid – of the dark, of demons, of anything. Not when I have you by my side. We broke up exactly 3 times in the past six years. First, when we were fourteen and you ate my last chocolate bar. Second, when we were sixteen and you called Zayn Malik ‘nothing much’. And third, when we were seventeen and you and Jace left on some super dangerous, secret mission without telling me. I broke up with you because I was so scared of how I felt when you didn’t pick up my calls, when I couldn’t find you and didn’t hear from you for days. I thought ‘if I break up with him now, I’ll never have to feel this way again.’ But I did. Everyday. When I didn’t know where you were, when you weren’t next to me when I woke up,” you smile, “I can’t think of a more perfect way to spend my life than right by your side.”

Alec was already crying a little, blinking as he tilted his head up to look at the ceiling as though he were thanking this heavens for you.


“I had this whole speech planned out but now, as I look at you, I barely have the right words. I spent my whole life thinking that I always had to do the right thing. That I had to shoulder the responsibility of the Shadow World. You showed me I didn’t. You taught me love and compassion. And by loving you I learnt how to love myself. I do remember when we broke up because of that whole stupid Zayn thing and then you went on a date with Jace, do you remember that?”

“Stupid?” you narrow your eyes before nodding and Alec swallows hard.

“Well, what you don’t know is that after it, I broke his jaw and he broke  my nose and we promised neither of us would go out with you ever again. And that night and snuck into your room anyway. When Jace saw me come out the next morning he asked me why I broke our promise; we were parabatai after all. And I told him…”

“She is as much my parabatai as you are,” both Alec and Jace say in union, chuckling shortly afterwards.

“Without you, it feels like something is missing from me. I didn’t know that until I met you and it felt as though a void the size of the ocean had been filled and as scared as I was to feel the sudden waves clashing in my chest, it was all so worth it. Loving you completed me. You complete me. I promise to always, always hold your hand in the dark and in the light and all the place we may go together.”

With those last words, the room fell to silence and you were almost sure you could hear the sounds of both your hearts beating so loud you were almost afraid they would burst.

“I’d like to say something too, I mean, best man and all and since there’ll be no reception…”

“Go ahead,” you smile and you both turn to face Jace.

“You two are the biggest idiots I have ever met. I remember when we went off the radar and y/n gave me 73 missed calls and when I finally picked cup she screamed so loud that to this day my hearing is still impaired. It’s funny because I never saw you two lasting this long. I thought ‘sure, they’re thirteen and in love but this will end as tragic as Romeo and Juliet.’ Everyone kept waiting for something to go wrong but you two never faltered. Your love is kind of this symbolic love story we all whisper about to reassure each other that despite being Shadowhunters, despite risking our lives and facing death, there is still a place for love. You gave me the courage to love again.”

You wipe away at your eyes, pouting and Jace pulls you into a hug, “Don’t cry – you look ugly when you cry,” he teases.

“My turn,” Isabelle giggles.

“I never thought anyone would be good enough for my big brother. I still remember pulling your hair when we sparred y/n. At first it was me being protective, then me being jealous but then one day, you came into my room and said ‘Izzy, can you give me a makeover for my date with Alec?’ and then everything fell into place. You are like my sister. And as disgusting as it first was to hear you and Alec in the next room every night, nothing made me happier than knowing how happy you make Alec feel. So, in short, we’re all happy for you and we’re all thankful to the guy who invented ear plugs.”

“Clary?” Magnus asks as she’s the last person in the room.

“Sure,” she smirks, standing up, “Alec was the biggest asshole to me when I first came here and I wondered, how the hell he was dating this beautiful, kind girl…”

Alec rolls his eyes and Jace clears his throat, giving her a sideways look and she laughs.

“I figured, if someone like y/n see’s the good in him, he can’t be all that bad and I was right. I have no doubt you two will be incredibly happy for the rest of your lives. I know you’re having this secret wedding because you don’t want to hear about how you’re too young or not ready but I think that even if the entire world were to say that, all of us in this room know it’s not true. I may not have known you both for as long as everyone else, but you both made me believe in love,” he eyes land on Jace, “You taught me it wasn’t wrong to love. So thank you.”

“God, it’s embarrassing that I’m tearing up,” Magnus sighs, blinking tears away.

“Okay, do you take y/n y/l/n-“

“Yeah,” Alec interrupts him, “I mean I do,” he whispers.

“And do you y/n take Alexan-“

“I do,” you grin.

Why did I get ordained to say like three words,” Magnus grumbles, “I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride,” he says quickly, waving his hands in the air.

Alec leans in closer, slowly pulling you into him before kissing you and mumbling, “I love you,” against your lips.

“Bet the sex will be good tonight, huh?” Jace whispers and Alec grins before you slap his arm.

“It’s good every night, right babe?”

“Yes honey,” he laughs before his eyes widen, “Oh god, we’re already an old 50 year old married couple.”

You roll your eyes and he pulls you back, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder, “I love you.”

“You said that,” you laugh.

“I’m going to say it every day for the rest of our lives.”

“Do you care to bet on that?”

“I was trying to be romantic,” he grumbles and you shrug, “I’m not here to be mushy, I’m here to make money.”

“Really?” he laughs and you nod as he sweeps you off your feet, carrying you in both arms.

“Now all we have to do is tell everyone…”

“Just walk into the institute like that, I’m sure everyone will get the message loud and clear,” Jace chuckles and Isabelle claps her hands together in excitement, “I would love to see mum and dads reaction.”

“They’ll kill us,” you sigh and Alec smirks, “Till death do us part, right?”

Asking For It [10/10]

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing, arguing, sister trouble, and basically shit gets ugly.

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get the last part out, I some how miss labeled it in my files… Haha. Took me a while to find it. Haha. Hope you all have enjoyed the story!!

From the beginning

Your life couldn’t get more perfect, an Avenger, engaged to Steve Rogers, your life was better than you planned. That is till your twin sister shows up, shady as they come you knew better than to trust her. Mirrored features, but two completely different people. She’s stirring up trouble in your perfect life, but what happens when Buck falls hard for her and you know she’s up to no good?Can you convince him she’s bad news before he’s too far into her web?

“Stark!” You yell as you and Nat step off the elevator.

“They cleared out.” Steve jogs into the kitchen looking at you.

“Can someone please explain to me what the hell has happened here?” Clint looks from you and Nat to Steve, Sam agrees quietly next to Steve, Tony sips from his coffee cup.

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Split - Kai Scenario. Part 3.

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family. 

Word Count: 3564

A/n: Oooh, the drama in this chapter, hohohoho


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It’s 6pm and you’re still sitting in the kitchen. Ever since you woke up you’ve been running around the house with a broom and a map, listening to your mother-in-law’s instructions on where to clean next. You’re exhausted by now, but you can’t really disappoint a woman when the family dinners mean everything to her.

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Pr0bleMs¿《G.D》 *Requested*

Warning: Drinking, Cussing, Drama, k enjoy!


Hi :) could you write one where y/n is a party girl and she has a big fight with Grayson bout that and then like she keeps partying every night and she uses alcohol to escape her problems and then one night Grayson finds her completely drunk after they haven’t seen each other for a while after the fight and he brings her home and they fight once again and eventually she starts crying knowing her behavior was wrong like he cuddles her.

(Sorry It took so long school is a bitch.. enjoy love💜)


My thoughts over crowding my brain I can barely hear everything around me


I wish I could stop I really do.. but what else can I do huh? Go home to hear my boyfriend give me the second lecture this week


If I take another shot will it all go away?
Will I be happy? Will he love me again?

“Y/n!” I turned around to see grayson, my tunnel vision getting darker “bab-” that’s all I heard before I backed out… great another argument to look forward to.

“Where am I” the sun glaring in from the half open shades, a splitting headache came shortly after making me groan out in agony. “Look whose finally awake” graysons stance serious and obviously angry “can i explain” rubbing the sleep out of my eyes “Oh ha yeah explain the same explanation you gave me the night before and the night before that would ya?” His voice heightening with each word said, damn it what am I gonna say.

“ugh forget it you wouldn’t understand anyway” getting up and heading to the bathroom “wouldn’t understand? Of course not y/n I don’t drink you know that” i turned around furious more than ever “exactly because your life is perfect what would you need to drink for” he tilted his head slightly “what does me living to the fullest drug free have anything to do with this” “you don’t drink to get rid of the demons, or the dreading memorable events that i for sure don’t wanna remember or my horrible childhood, does that answer your stupid question grayson!” Tears falling from eyes soaking my neck and shirt. He said nothing holding his head low “Speechless.. just what I expected” I stormed out not caring about how much more my headache worsened, I need some time alone.

It’s been 3 days and I haven’t spoken to gray, not through phone, in person, I won’t even text him back. I have better things to worry about.. aka drowning myself in the hard taste of henny. My phone buzzed with a text from my friend asking me to go out tonight, of course I said yes I mean who pushes past a offer of getting completely wasted, I just wanna get him off my mind I’ll try not to over do it.

About an hour in on my 8th shot of alcohol, my head starts to feel free of the unwanted thoughts and in with the touch of freedom and excitement in my veins, “hey I’m gonna take you home your pretty fucking wasted babe” my sober friend offered me a ride although I felt I didn’t need it grayson would be here any second, dragging me out of here and arguing with me non stop “chilllll boo he’s on his way” “who grayson? I thought you guys had a fight” my thoughts came rushing in one by one, so many I could barely process feeling my chest get heavy and my palms sweaty.

“Let’s go y/n you can crash at my place” “thank you y/f/n” I stumbled into her arms as she carried me out the party. My eye lids heavy, I completely fell asleep.

My eyes fluttered open to the familiar bright sun shining through the blinds, my head pounded as I looked around to see grayson come in. My mouth fell open trying to speak but nothing came out, “so you would rather get alcohol poisoning than talking to me about it?” Tears welling in his eyes “I don’t do it on purpose gray” breaking down now “I have a lot going on and I feel talking to you about it would just bore you I’m sorry I’m so sorry” he pulled me into a hug rubbing my back whispering sweet nothing’s in my ear but one caught my attention “I’ll always be here don’t close me out like that please I love you” “I love you Bailey” 



Eva: “Katie, I don’t know what’s going on with you and Joaquin this time, but you need to keep it down! Some of us have work in the morning!”

Katie: “I don’t know what your problem is lately, Eva! You’re so hormonal and cranky all the darn time! Well guess what? I have more important things to worry about than your perfect princess life. Now get lost!”

Eva stamps her foot angrily on the ground as Katie spins on her heel and slams her apartment door behind her. Why were her neighbours so gosh darn rude?!

Asking For It [6/?]

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing, arguing, sister trouble, and basically shit gets ugly.

A/N: Let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged?

From the beginning

Your life couldn’t get more perfect, an Avenger, engaged to Steve Rogers, your life was better than you planned. That is till your twin sister shows up, shady as they come you knew better than to trust her. Mirrored features, but two completely different people. She’s stirring up trouble in your perfect life, but what happens when Buck falls hard for her and you know she’s up to no good?Can you convince him she’s bad news before he’s too far into her web?

You are chewing on the red straw in your drink as you watch Ava and Buck flirt, he leans in whispering something to her, she nods grinning at him before grabbing his hand, you cringe as they slip from the stools heading for the dance floor. Ava spines on her toes before pressing her backside into the front of Buck and they start to move together.

“God.” You mutter as both you and Steve grab for the shot glasses on the table throwing them back quickly. Nat follows looking a little salty as she glares at Ava and Buck, flipping her shot glass she sets it on the table upside down.

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Split - Kai Scenario. Part 4

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family.

Word Count: 3145

A/n: I finally uploadeed!!!

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When you and Tae return from your work on Friday, he doesn’t even let you take off his jacket properly. He quickly gets rid of his shoes and runs off to somewhere in the house.

You know what he feels. Of course you know, don’t you feel the same too? Everything inside your body is shaking from nervousness or excitement or maybe anxiety, but this time you are determined to control yourself. You are a mother. You won’t let yourself act like a teenager again.

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we read,

“perfection is not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing more to take away.”

and the first thing that comes to mind, is a loved one; the one we want to spend the rest of our life with, or perhaps that we are already spending the rest of our life with; how despite each and every one of their flaws, we would not change them for anything; they are perfect just the way they are; each atom, each blood vessel, each limb, each tooth, each hair on the eyebrows, every little element in someone’s body working in unison to produce someone perfect, just the way they should be in our eyes; although we fully know they are not perfect, but yet we would not change them for anything; and this is why they are the love of our life; and this is exactly why we cannot see loving anyone else as much as we love them; and this is why we cannot get them off our mind; and this is why we contemplate too many moments of our life thinking about them; they are simply perfect. although in reality they are full of flaws…but we love them unconditionally despite their flaws. there is nothing more to add in them that would make them more perfect in our eyes; and there is nothing left to subtract any flaw from them that would make them more perfect in our eyes;

and yet…

when it comes to that which we are supposed to love more than them; that which we testify that we love more than anything else in this world; that which is more important to ourselves than ourselves; that which is more perfect, and by definition is the most perfect thing we can have in this world; that which is there is nothing else like in this world; and no matter how many of our loved ones like the one we mentioned we exchanged, we could never get something as perfect in return; yet when it comes to Islam; when it comes to our religion, then why is it, that although it is perfect, yet it is not sufficient, that we are not satisfied except by the desire to add to it?

why is it, that although we know that it is complete from every angle, with absolutely no flaws, when we know it is gifted to us by the same One who created us, and gave us life, and the same One who will give us death, so if it came from someone perfect in every meaning of the word, then it itself cannot be flawed, then why is it not enough, but that we would find any excuse to remix it, add to it, or take something away from it? the innovations. bid’ah.

how come? why is it, that although we claim Islam is the perfect religion, but yet it would not be perfect except if we added anashīd to guide the people? why is it, that if it is perfect, then you desire to remove from it that which does not sit well with your heart? why is it that you desire to remove the texts of the four wives, or feel that it does not apply today? O ISIS supporter, O Khārijī, why is it, that you desire to take away every hadeeth that teaches us to obey the Muslim rulers even if they beat our backs and took our wealth? why is it that you want to add your dhikr circles, and dancing, and prayer beads, and birthday celebrations into your perfect religion, when perfection is when there is nothing left to add? how is it, that Islam is perfect, and perfection is when there is nothing left to take away, but yet you want to take away the texts on how to deal with the people of bid’ah and desires? how is it? or do you really believe Islam is perfect? how is it, that there is nothing left to add, but yet you read a verse of the Qur’ān, and you want to add your own explanation to it? and there is a proof in a hadeeth and you want to remove the evidence from it? O Jahmi, why is it that you believe your religion to be perfect, yet you want to remove the verses that mention Allāh rising above His ‘Arsh (Throne) in a matter that befits His Majesty? O Ash’ari, how can you believe that perfection is when there is nothing left to change in that which you love, but you want to alter the clear-Arabic verses to suit your own interpretation of the religion? O Modernist, O Orientalist, how can you believe Islam to be perfect, and yet you believe the religion is not complete without your interfaith dialogues? how is it that you believe your religion is perfect, but yet it is not perfect for today’s times? how is it that you believe Islām should not be added to or taken away from, but the verses of the hijāb just do not sit well with you? the ahadīth of the jilbāb need to be taken away, because modesty is covering our hair even if we have a miniskirt alongside it? do you really believe in perfection? or do you believe the love of your life is more perfect than the religion your Lord gave you?

The Perfect Life

First scenario since coming back!! This is for Admin J, who requested it the last time the inbox was open for scenarios. I hope you enjoy it! 

Also, major thanks to magiclitchii for letting me use one of her fanarts (that’s her blog – here’s the link for the piece I’m using). If you haven’t checked out her work, you’re really missing out! She’s honestly incredible! 

Kyungsoo woke up warm and content, pressed firmly against a warm body, the pre-dawn light just barely peaking through the curtains of the bedroom. Almost without thinking, he tucked his feet even more firmly against the legs tangled with his own, sleep already trying to overtake him again. He felt his eyes closing again as a soft, happy smile curled his lips up.


The soft, sweet voice almost went unnoticed, but it was just loud enough that it broke through the haze in Kyungsoo’s mind. He opened his eyes again, reaching up to rub the sleep from them, a wide yawn cracking his jaw.

“Sarang? What are you doing awake so early, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice still rough from sleep. He looked over at the clock on his bedside table – 5:26AM was blinking in bright green numbers. “You don’t have to go to school for another few hours.”

The little girl shuffled her feet, holding a teddy bear tightly in her arms, a cute little grin on her face. “Today’s Apba’s birthday. Can we make a special breakfast for him? As a surprise?”

Kyungsoo glanced over his shoulder at the sleeping face of his husband, peaceful and still wrapped up in his dreams, hair a mess and mouth open slightly as he snored. He smiled fondly, turning back to their daughter with a nod. “Alright, but we have to be really quiet, okay?”

Sarang nodded excitedly, squeezing her teddy bear even closer to her chest, wide eyes bright despite the early hour. Kyungsoo just barely was able to fight down a laugh, slipping out of Jongin’s tight grasp and out from under the covers, stretching before offering his hand to the little girl. 

After they’d quietly shut the door to the bedroom, Kyungsoo picked her up, a smile on his face. “What were you thinking about for breakfast, Sarang?” He started walking toward the kitchen, his steps quiet on the dark wood of their hallway.

“Something really good…. What about the pancakes you make sometimes? Apba really likes those!” Sarang smiled, looking up at Kyungsoo with wide eyes, one of her small hands holding tightly onto his pajama shirt. “Plus, they’re sweet, so it’s almost like getting to eat cake for breakfast!”

Kyungsoo laughed quietly. “I’m sure Apba would love that. And you’re going to help me and be my cooking assistant?”

Sarang nodded happily, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Yes, please!” she said, a bright smile on her face.

It wasn’t long before the warm smell of pancakes was floating from the kitchen. Even if he was still tired from being up so early, Kyungsoo could only stand and count his blessings as he helped his little girl to carefully arrange the pancakes and fruit on the table in the kitchen, smiling as she checked over everything to make sure it was just right. When Jongin had first mentioned adoption nearly a year after their wedding, Kyungsoo had been a little hesitant – he almost was afraid to hope that they could manage such a thing, but Jongin’s certainty helped calm his nerves enough to try giving the adoption agency a call. Months of paperwork and background checks and interviews passed before a miracle happened. Sarang was brought into their lives and home, and suddenly Kyungsoo felt that everything was more perfect than ever.

Sarang stepped down from the chair she’d been standing in to reach the table, her teddy bear still firmly grasped in one of her hands. She smiled up at Kyugnsoo, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Do you think Apba will like it?”

Kyungsoo nodded, smiling, lightly ruffling her hair. “He’s going to love it, sweetheart.” A small creak near the kitchen door caught Kyungsoo’s attention, and his smile only grew wider when he looked up to see Jongin shuffling into the kitchen, still clearly half asleep, the most recent addition to their family – Sarang’s new baby brother, Minjae – cuddled up in his arms. Sarang practically beamed, running over to hug Jongin’s leg tightly, making him blink down at her in surprise.

“Happy birthday, Apba! Look, Daddy and I made you breakfast!” Sarang tugged at Jongin’s pajama shirt, pulling him toward the table. “It’s pancakes, so it’s almost like having birthday cake for breakfast!”

Kyungsoo couldn’t help his laugh as he watched Jongin slowly registering everything, Sarang still giving him a detailed explanation of everything they’d done that morning. He reached out to brush a wayward lock of hair away from Jongin’s face, holding out his arms to take Minjae. “Sarang wanted you to have a special breakfast for your birthday,” he said, easily shifting the baby into his own arms, shushing him softly at his quiet whine before he settled against Kyungsoo’s shoulder, his tiny hand clutching at Kyungsoo’s pajama shirt. 

Jongin looked back down at Sarang, a soft, sleepy smile breaking out on his face. He leaned down, pulling her into a tight hug. “You planned all this for me? Thank you, sweetheart – it’s perfect!” he said, kissing the top of her head. Sarang hugged him tightly, squeezing her little arms around him.

“Come on, Apba! Let’s eat now, okay?” Sarang untangled herself from Jongin’s hug, climbing up into her chair, sitting her teddy bear in his own chair right next to her. 

Jongin smiled as he watched, adoration shining in his eyes. He turned to Kyungsoo, leaning in to softly kiss his cheek, arm wrapping around his waist. “And thank you, Soo. I think this is already the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

Kyungsoo shifted Minjae in his arms again, freeing up a hand to reach and take Jongin’s, thumb gently running over his wedding band. “We’re both glad you like it,” he said, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Happy birthday, Nini.”

“Come on! Your special breakfast will get cold, Apba!” Sarang said, pulling both Kyungsoo’s and Jongin’s attention back to the table. They laughed and moved to sit down, Kyungsoo carefully settling Minjae into his high chair, both feeling like the luckiest man in the world. After all, they didn’t just have each other anymore – they had been blessed with a beautiful daughter and son, and nothing was more perfect than sharing a life with your family and the person you love by your side.

- Admin A (Happy late birthday to Kaisoo as well!!) 


Originally posted by jeonbase

Genre: Fluff justkillmenow

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Hi, everyone, merry —even if it’s awfully late— christmas, here it is, a Yoongi fluff ♥

He wasn’t good with words in this situation. For god’s sake, he was a rapper! He should do this smoothly, he shouldn’t be beating around the bush with this.

Yet, the small box has spent a month or so in his pocket, never finding the perfect moment, the right time to give it to you.

He felt like a coward.

He could feel the weight of the box against his thigh and still… still, nothing. He was just there, waiting.


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Split - Kai Scenario. Part 2

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family. 

Word Count: 2574

A/N: the “strong women aren’t feminine” defenders probably won’t like this chapter either, just saying.


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Originally posted by kairamelo

Parking in his usual space - well, what used to be usual - Jongin gets out of the car and tightly wraps his coat around his body. It has gotten so cold lately and he can’t wait until he’s let inside the house.

Quickly running up a few steps leading to the front door, he knocks on it three times and jumps around trying to get warm. No one answers him so he tries knocking a little louder, but no sound comes from the other side of the door.

An uneasy feeling grows in his stomach and Jongin decides to do something he had decided not to do again. He punches in the code of the house and quickly opens the door to get in.

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Love Letters For The Signs

Aries: The only thing I know with certainty is that nothing in this world will ever extinguish the fire in your eyes. You saw me in the dark, you heard me in the silence. In a world of darkness, you are my light. Taurus: You show me the bright side when I don’t believe there is one and in return I’ve shown you my secrets. The darkest of truths don’t phase you and discovering the filthiest of lies haven’t destroyed us. We’re invincible together, you and me, and since finding you, nothing’s been the same, everything’s in color, and I again live in a beautiful world. Gemini: You’ve showed me things I’ve never dreamt of, you’ve showed me the side of you you hate. I see beauty in the things you don’t. I’ve found flaws among your idea of perfection and perfection among your flaws. Cancer: You experience life more vividly than I ever thought possible. Despite the regrets of the past and the fear of the future, you live every moment intensely, and I want to live every last moment with you. Leo: You’re the sun on my cloudest days. When I’m blue, you show me light, when I’m lost, you lend me your hand. My ultimate purpose is to show you that you’re more than you think you are, that like a star, you’ll continue to shine; even when you feel like fading away, you’ll continue to ignite my sky. Virgo: You’ve shown me that there is good left in this world. In a vile universe telling me to give up, you’ve shown me purity. You’ve seen me at my worst and you’re helping me to my best. You haven’t sugar-coated a thing, but helped me realize there’s a certain beauty to this all, nonetheless. Libra: Guide me to a land where we won’t have to look back. We can save each other and ourselves, and runaway just you and I. Every mile we’ve run, my love has grown, nothing can break us now. Scorpio: The more you intimidate me, the more I’m drawn to you. The darkness in your eyes seems endless and I want to be the star you’ve been searching for, to show you the light you never knew existed. I want to be the one you tell the things you’ve sworn never to tell a soul. Sagittarius: You’ve seen more than I can begin to imagine; you’re free. The negativity has brought you down, yet you’ve still managed never to touch the ground. Like a bird, you soar above us all. I want to fly with you. Capricorn: Even as everything is tumbling down, you know what to do and when the world presents no answer or solution you discover a new way that no one but you would think of. You’re never surprised by a thing, and I’m left in awe. Aquarius: I want nothing more to understand your mind. You see things no one else sees and every word most would view as nonsense only strengthen my love for you. You’re independent, but I want to fight alongside you. Whether we fall, or stand for an eternity, it will be together. Pisces: Everything you say is like poetry. I never liked the sound of my name until I heard it from your mouth.Even when nothings okay and I feel nothing can save me, a simple word from you will give me the same thrill, the same joy as our first hello and every one in between.

“Meet little Chris”

Prompt: Chris Evans and Anthony Mackie meet Chris Stan 

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Fem!Reader x Brother!Chis Evans

Featuring: Anthony Mackie

Words: 757

Warning: None 

A/N: Third and last? part of the perfect family series. I got inspired by the lovely @fallenangelcastiel who sent me this: “Your perfect family stories with Seb are so cute! Although now all I can picture is tiny Chris spending time with big Chris, who’s maybe his godfather or something along those lines” I’m going to be making Chis the reader’s brother because why not as well as have Anthony Mackie in this cause I live for the trio. 

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Split - Kai Scenario. Part 1

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family.

Word Count: 2976

A/n: I’m finally uploading my new series. This has been in my drafts for almost a year and I’m finally ready to show it to everyone. Any kind of reviews (even just a word) is welcome as always <3


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Originally posted by kairamelo

When the alarm wakes you up you don’t even need to open your eyes to know that it’s still dark outside. But you have to get up right away. Even if it’s cold and the bed seems more inviting that ever. Your bedroom is illuminated only by streetlight, until you finally reach for flip the switch on the wall.

The sudden brightness blinds you temporarily and you keep rubbing your eyes, while searching for something warm to wear. You’ve been extremely cold lately. And you know it has nothing to do with the fall rolling over. Neither can you warm yourself with a sweatshirt or hot tea, which you still choose to drink seated by your kitchen island.

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Curly Hair Don't Care

You sighed as you too another break from blow drying your thick, curly hair. You hear Niall come in the bathroom behind you.

“What’s wrong, love,“he asked, snaking his hands around your waist.

“For this one meeting I was going to straighten my hair,” you replied.

“Why, darling? I love your coily locks,” he murmured, kissing up your neck.

“I know but I’m scared I won’t get the job because of my curls,” you sighed. Niall grabbed your waist and spun you around. He kissed you passionately for a few seconds.

“I love your hair, Y/N,” he kissed you. “If they” *kiss* “don’t” *kiss* “take you” he kissed you a really long time. “That’s their loss not yours,” he finished. You smiled up at him.

“Thanks, Ni,” you cooed. “I love you.”

“I love you, baby.”

"LOUIS, DO NOT THROW WATER ONE ME I JUST STRAIGHTENED MY HAIR!” You yelled at your giggling boyfriend. He and the others were having a water fight outside. You were inside watching tv and decided to come out to watch only to be greeted by Louis holding a bucket of water.

“Come on, babe just a little. I love your curls,” he cooed, coming closer. You wouldn’t budge. It took you four hours to straighten the beast you call your hair, and you wanted to stay that way for a while, too.

“No, it took me forever to do this. I swear if you-” you were cut off by ice cold water being dumped all over you. You stood there in shock before charging after Louis, who was now laughing uncontrollably. You wrestled for a little before he pinned you under him.

“Ok, I’m sorry, babe. I’ll make it up to you. But I love your curls, forget about straightening them,” he said, looking into your eyes. You relaxed a little and stared back.

“Thank you, love,” you whispered, leaning up to kiss him.

You were watching the boys interview on tv. Liam had invited you down, but you had work to finish and stayed home. The interview was going really well until the interviewer asked about you.

“So Liam, Y/N has really big, coily hair. Do you ever wish she had straight hair and not such a big frizzy mane?” She asked. Liam froze for a second before responding.

“No, I love her hair just the way it is.”

“Oh come on, it’s okay if you don’t like that mess. She honestly looks better with straight hair anyways,” the interviewer egged on. Liam didn’t like it at all.

“That was an insult to her gorgeous hair. She doesn’t need to change a thing, she is perfect. Her hair has more life than yours ever will,” he said, then got up and went backstage. You gabbed your phone and sent him a text.

“Thank you, Li. I love you loads. Can’t wait till you get home.” You sent. He replied immediately.

“No problem, babe. I love you for you. Can’t wait to see you. I love you :*”

Harry thought his hair was curly until he met you. You loved your curls and didn’t care what people said. You both were at an event to celebrate the boys. You had left Harry to go to the bathroom. On the way back, you heard snickers behind you.

You turned around to find some girls, probably fans staring at you, laughing. “May I help you,” you asked.

“Why would harry go for someone like you. You aren’t like the other girls,” one answered in a snooty tone. You knew they were talking about your skin and hair. This was normal so it didn’t phase you.

“Harry loves me for me and accepts me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go back to him.” You tried to step around, but one of them grabbed your hair and pulled you back.

“I mean, I can’t run my hands through it,” she sneered. Harry saw what was happening from across the room and was at your side in an instant.

“What do you think you are doing?!” He asked sternly. The girls stood there, panicked.

“We were just…just,” the short one stuttered.

“You were just tormenting my girlfriend. I love her with all my heart and you guys know nothing. Leave this party, now,” he commanded. Te girls didn’t argue. They just shuffled out quietly.

“Thank you, Haz,” you said as you made your way back to the table.

“Anything to protect you, princess. You’re perfect to me.” He replied, kissing your lips.

You say in your bedroom, crying while holding Zayn’s pillow. You heard him come into the house and quickly tried to wipe your face.

“Love, I’m home,” he called. He made his way upstairs into the bedroom. His face fell as he saw the state you were in. “Baby girl, what wrong? Why the crying?” He asked, hugging you tightly.

“The new photographers I was supposed to be working with told me to straighten my hair. When I refused, they started arguing with me and I got fired.” You said into is chest. Zayn stayed quiet for a while.

He pulled you away from his chest and cupped your face in is hands. “Y/N, you have some of the most beautiful hair ever. It’s their loss not yours,” he whispered. You leaned into his hand and smiled appreciatively at him.

“Thank you, Zayn.”

Later that night, Zayn called you downstairs. “Look what I did,” he said. You looked at his phone and saw his tweet about the photographers. There were a bunch of fans who supported you and were angry, too. You smiled and attacked Zayn with hugs and kisses.

“I’m so lucky to have you,” you cooed.

Okay this is my first preference. I did it on mobile so it’s not as good. I hope you all enjoy it and send my feedback. -Jo😘

Pianos Become The Teeth

Piano Become The Teeth - Hiding

There’s no good in your eyes anymore, and it makes you want to drive home, drunk and alone. Curse the faces in the wheat, drown yourself in the gold because you can’t let it go. Makes you almost miss the smell of smoke in your clothes, and it makes you want to wear the wool. It’s that need like nothing else. You bullshit with the best and wait for what’s perfect. You bitch and moan more than most about where you think your life will take you. But you know that’s no sort of pretending. I guess it’s the things that I don’t say, we’re just pretending. There’s no good in your eyes anymore. Nothing is worse than doing nothing, and I know, well, who’s hiding it? Who the hell is hiding it? But you can’t stay angry forever, and I know, but you can’t stay angry forever, or so I’m told. But the house gets so quiet, sitting here wishing for just an hour or two, alone with you. Well, it’s always too personal, always too close to comment. They all mention how tired you look. And you realise you haven’t said a word in hours. Well, who’s hiding it? Who the hell is hiding it? I guess it’s the things that I don’t say.

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After so many arguments, even your school principal got tired of your fights with Sehun. That’s why your detention will be to work for school, until you get along with each other.


    After a brutal break-up, Jongin realizes he may never see the girl he loves again.


    You’re looking forward to your birthday. Actually you’re looking forward to inviting Kim Junmyeon, while he will make sure you’ll never forget this day.


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    Arranged Marriage. Sehun Edition. (finished)

    Arranged Marriage. Suho Edition. (ongoing)

    Arranged Marriage. Baekhyun Edition. (ongoing)

    After your father found out about your relationship with Jongdae, he forced you to marry son of his partner. Baekhyun just wanted to follow his dreams, but his plans are also ruined as he has to live in your house.

    Split - Kai series.

    You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family.

    Word Count: 2976


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    Christmas / New Year Series.

    Split. Kai Scenario - Part 6.

    Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family.

    Word Count: 4000+

    A/n: It’s here. I hope you’re not angry at me.


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    Originally posted by dazzlingkai

    Jongin knows he’s messed up in multiple ways for the past month. Although he’s still not sure about when or which of his actions were the most wrong and which were less. And the moment he realizes that – he knows he’s lost.

    For the first time in his life, Jongin is stuck. He doesn’t know how he got to the point where he is now. Neither does he know where to go from there. Was it right to come here? Has anything he’s done lately been right?

    His vision is dark, he’s lost, he’s drowning but he keeps stepping deeper into the pitch black water. Every step he takes that he thinks will save him, only ruins him – and everyone around him – more.

    When will it stop? When will he see the light?

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