no i do not know why the jacket is white

you feel like home.

Originally posted by rafaelasgomes

klaus mikaelson x reader

prompt: you think klaus is going to leave you for someone else, but he surprises you with something else entirely. 

warnings: SMUT, swearing. that gif alone should be a warning?? damn. my attempt at fluff? should warn against that too.

the salvator boarding house was cold, as per usual and you tried your hardest to listen to whatever damon was talking about. you knew it had something to do with stefan and elena but you couldn’t really bring yourself to care about that subject any longer.

you’d been friends with the brothers for a long time, meeting them just after they’d turned while you had tried to teach them how to cope with being a vampire, that issue was easier said than done when it came to both of them. you had been turned 300 years before and after years of being around them, you had gotten used to each and most importantly, their bitching.

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Kai Parker x Reader
word count :
3 252
warning : smut
summary : Kai and Reader are best friends. After the transition Kai finds himself wanting to bite her , feed on her and … (lets just say the deleted scene got to me in a way and this story is the result.)
* gif by wood-x-chris

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It wasnt the first time Kai had shown up at Y/N’s place at midnight hours. It was their thing , or one of them at least. None of them knew that this night was going to change everything between them. Ever since Kai had turned into a vampire it became clear he had a thing for the real thing - no blood bags but feeding directly from someone. He liked how the warm blood dripped down his throat. Problem was Kai wanted one person’s specific blood - his best friends’ Y/N’s. Only her blood was able to wake up every fiber in his body. The young heretic didn’t know why that was and at first he had been worried to ask her , afraid she might push him away and he’d lose their friendship. After one accident with Damon , when the vampire tried to kill him again , Kai had shown up at Y/N’s place and she had been the one to offer to open up a vein for him. Later on Kai had told her how he cant stop thinking about her , biting her and being around her and she had agreed to help him , hiding a secret of her own.

It was one of those hot summer nights and Y/N laid in bed with a book in her hands. Reading was her escape from reality and every spare moment she had she took as an opportunity to do just that. Her life wasn’t ordinary , not in the traditional sense of the word anyways. Most of her friends were supernaturals and she was one of the few humans left in the group. Her best friend was a vampire witch hybrid. Though he was more than a friend to her - he was the missing piece in her life she never even knew was missing until he showed up.
Y/N flipped another page of her book when a gust of wind blew through her window and with a muffled thud someone’s feet landed on the floorboards. Her heart skipped at bit when she looked up from her book and saw Kai standing there looking hotter than ever. He was wearing jeans , a white shirt and his favorite dark blue / black jacket.
“Hey.” said Kai grinning motioning towards the window. “Why do you keep your window open so widely at night ? Don’t you know it’s dangerous ? Someone might sneak into your room.”
Y/N laughed , putting her book away moving a little on her bed to make space for him.”It might be , but not with you around.”
“Your friends would say the opposite.” replied Kai , kicking his shoes off climbing onto the bed next to her. “I am a dangerous sociopath , remember ? Even more so now that I am a heretic.”
“The only thing I find dangerous about you is how I could never get enough of your constant talking.” she laughed.
“You don’t find it annoying ?” he asked amused. “Most people would literally put a sock in my mouth to keep me from talking you know. Damon tried once.”
“Not at all. I love the sound of your voice.” she laughed. ”Are you hungry?”
Kai smiled at her , his hands behind his head. “Always am , sweetheart. Being a vampire is so weird. I can hear things from miles away and thats awesome except when I have to listen to your friends bicker. They do that a lot by the way.“
“Yeah , things are a little on edge lately.” she sighed tossing herself onto the pillow next to him. Kai turned to his side , his fingertips touching the skin on her neck feeling her blood flowing , pulsating in her veins.
“May I?”
“How many times do I have to tell you Kai ?” she said smiling moving her hair to the side. “You don’t have to ask.”
“Yeah but its nicer when I do.” he said rolling on top of her , his knee between her legs. Y/N smiled as Kai gripped her wrists holding them on either side of her head , purple black veins flickering under his eyes. The sight of Kai’s vampirism always did things to her - send butterflies to her stomach and shock waves *down there*. He smirked devilishly and sank his teeth into her neck.
The feeling of having a vampire feed on someone’s blood is hard to explain. Its a rush , pleasure and the good kind of pain at the same time. Of all three when Kai was feeding on her , Y/N felt the pleasure most of all. That night as every other night Kai had fed on her she felt the waves vibrate through her body , concentrating mostly on her heat. It was impossible to avoid the feeling. Her crush on him had grown into strong feelings and having him this close and personal did things to her nothing and no one else could.
A low moan escaped her lips as Kai drained an artery , slowly pulling away from her feeling Y/N slide down a little and grind her crotch against his knee. He wiped away his mouth looking at her with a surprise and curiousity in his eyes.
“S-Sorry.” she muttered. “I dont know why I did that…”
Kai was starring at her , only then realising the feeling he always got while feeding on her went both ways. He had thought it was one sided , a side effect of his vampirism or something but maybe he had been wrong. Y/N’s eyes met his , noticing a different kind of glow in them. He smiled nervously , brushing his fingers against her cheek for a moment before his lips touched hers , kissing her gently for a second but long enough to make her head spin even more than before.
Y/N’s heart beat faster than ever and she had trouble remembering how to breath, blink or function for that matter. Kai gazed into her eyes , trying to figure out her reaction. He could hear her heart racing after the kiss but had no idea what that reaction meant. Her heart always raced like that when he was around.
“Kiss me again” she whispered and his lips crashed against hers again ,demanding and hungry for more. He leaned towards her pressing his crotch against hers as their lips felt like they were glued together. Y/N moaned into he kiss feeling Kai’s hand slide between their bodies towards her heat. Kai pushed his way into her panties , rubbing her clit slowly with his fingers. He wanted her , not just her blood but her , all of her. He wanted to kiss every square inch of her body and make her his again and again.

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Otabek's Color

It is not important thing, really; I just curious about Otabek’s color. As we know, Yuri on Ice characters have their own colors. It can be seen from the official arts or something-like-that. Like: Viktor is pink (or purple idk), Yuuri is blue, Yuri is Yellow, Otabek is green, etc. For Viktor and Yuuri’s colors, it is crystal clear that they are from stammi vicino outfits. And Yuri’s yellow is from his hair, his phonecase, tiger, gold, ah he is so yellow, this boy is shining gold. But why GREEN is Otabek’s color? I do not recall he has something related to green. His skating outfits are blue and white-brown; his flag is blue with little bit yellow, his jacket too; his phonecase we do not know; his daily outfits is grey to black; his motorcycle is black. Then why GREEN? I do not see anything related between Otabek and green except … Yuri’s eyes.

Originally posted by nikforovs

Frost (Chapter Six)

So this chapter has some of my favorite moments of the entire fic. No spoilers, but I can’t wait to hear what you guys think.


Enjoy :)

“Is there a reason for this particular banquet?” Tony asked, adjusting the necklace he wore every day so it lay better against his shirt. “It seems like you people do an awful lot of feasting.”

“And whatever could you mean by ‘you people’?” Thor teased, coming up behind Tony to help. “This color is lovely on you, Anthony.”

“Yes well, your servants seem to think you and I need to match at all times.” Tony rolled his eyes. “But we do look good all decked out in red, don’t we?”

“You shine brighter than I, my love.” Thor turned him from the mirror and brushed gentle fingers through Tony’s hair. It was getting longer and starting to curl and it made him look soft and young and Thor adored it. “Red might be my favorite color on you.”

“I thought blue was your favorite color.” Tony teased, and stood on his toes for a kiss.

“I rather believe nude is my favorite color on you.” Thor murmured into his lips and Tony laughed.

“I believe you.”

Thor sighed, more of a growl than anything, and lifted Tony into his arms before turning towards the bed, pushing the covers down to lay Tony out across the soft sheets.

“I thought we had a banquet to go to.” Tony protested half heartedly, feeling the electricity between them already rising to the surface, and when he ran his hand down Thor’s chest, sparks jumped between them. “Do we have time to–”

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Showing off

Lance x reader (Mrs. Tucker)

Word Count: 827

A/N: One, reader-insert is not my strong suit. I don’t know why I keep setting myself up for this. Two, there’s no smut. I know, shocker right? There’s some adult flirting because they are a married couple. Three, I went with the urban dictionary definition of a ‘rare person’ because Lance is no virgin (the other urban dictionary definition). And four, this is my contribution to @bucky-plums-barnes 8K writing challenge. Congratulations, Gen! My prompt was  11. “You finally match your unicorn status, sweetheart”

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

Lance looked around the gymnasium. Families everywhere. The school’s annual carnival had a great turn out this year. People who didn’t even have kids in the school showed up to support the community.

“Lance!” He looked up at the sound of your voice. You waved from the doorway to an adjacent gym. “I need your help!”

“Coming, babe!” He handed off his roll of tickets to another volunteer and walked toward you. He smirked at the way you bit your lip, watching him come closer. “What’s up or did you just want to watch me walk across the gym?” He laughed loudly at the blush that crept of your cheeks.

“I need help setting up the paints for this year’s banner.” You turned away from him and over to where there were several paint pans on the floor and jugs of paint lined up.

He licked his lips as he watched you bend over. “Looks like you’ve got it covered, babe.”

You looked over your shoulder at him. He smirked and shrugged at being caught admiring your ass. “I asked you in to help, Tucker. Not to stare at my ass.”

Lance stepped up behind you and ran his hands down your thighs then back up over your ass. “But it’s such a nice ass.”

“Tuck. Anyone could walk in.”

He sighed and gave your right cheek a hard smack. “Fine.” He stepped away, adjusting himself in the track pants. A glance at his crotch rewarded you with a mouthwatering dick print on the blue fabric. “What am I doing?”

“I need you to open the rest of the paint cans and help me pour them into these trays. “ He started opening the paint cans one at a time and setting them by their respective trays. The both of you looked up at a pack of giggling from the doorway. You knew WHY they were giggling but you liked to give Lance a hard time. “Can we help you, girls?”

They whispered between themselves then elected one to be the voice and nudged her forward. “We were wondering, Mrs. Tucker if…if Mr. Tucker would do some flips for us?”

You crossed your arms over your chest and looked over your shoulder at him, grinning. “I don’t know. Mr. Tucker? How about showing these girls some of your moves?”

He pressed his lips together and shrugged. “Sure why not?” You moved over to group of girls. He unzipped his jacket and tossed it away. The girls giggled. You shook your head, still grinning. Fuck, he looked good in the white tee. You could see his little nipples poking against the shirt. It wasn’t often Lance got to show off for you. And he never missed the opportunity when it arose.

You watched him do a few quick stretches, admiring his perfect ass and thick thighs. He strutted to the far end of the gym. He usually performed on a matted surface or the soft ground underneath the grass. This polished, waxed hardwood was very different surface. He bounced back and forth on each foot then he ran forward. The girls gasped, including you as he flipped across the gym, lightning fast. He planted both feet then launched himself into the air, twisting his body around before he stuck the landing. In a tray of paint. Your gasp of shock was the loudest of the girls.

Lance had a moment of triumph then sticky liquid slid under his foot and he went down, taking out several colors of paint. “Lance!” You ran over, followed by the group of girls. He groaned and leaned up, looking down at himself. “Lance, baby, are you ok?” You dropped to your knees next to him, not caring around the spilled paint.

“I think I’m alright.” He seemed to find himself in good condition. He dropped his head back and stared up at the ceiling. “How’d it look?”

“Perfect.” He grinned. “Lance, are you really ok?”

“I’m fine. Bruised ass, maybe. Bruised pride, definitely. I feel like a rainbow puked on me.” He sat up and looked around at the mess, thankful you’d been smart enough to throw down a drop clothe. Your lips twitched. Now that you knew he was ok, you fought to keep from giggling. He noticed the lip twitch. “What?”

“You finally match you unicorn status, sweetheart.”

His jaw dropped. “You-“ He lunged for you. You evaded him only to step into one of the trays that had made it unscathed in his fall. With a surprised cry, your foot went out from under you and you fell right into Lance, knocking him back into the paint. “That’s what you get for picking on me.” He grinned, pushing your paint soaked hair from your face and smearing different colors over your cheek. You lay there in the paint for a moment, almost afraid to move for making more of a mess. “If I’m a unicorn, does this mean I get to point you with my horn?”


justineinwander  asked:

“You started sitting by me at lunch because I’m alone at my table but we never talk to each other” AU (Sheith or plance whatever inspires you!)

combined this with another college AU I saw floating around somewhere that said: “You’re the RA and you’re trying to bust me for having hermit crabs.” I’m sorry but I’m also not. here ya go, Justine ;)

[Ao3 link] in case you want to read there bc it got a little long

“Hey, mind if I sit?”

Keith looks up from his Econ 1 reading to find Shiro hovering by the seat in front of him, a plate in either hand.  A well-balanced meal, Keith notes—one plate has been dedicated specifically to fruits and vegetables, the other piled with careful portions of today’s chicken stir-fry, eggplant, and brown rice.

Shrugging, he says, “It’s a free country,” mostly because he knows that Shiro will sit down anyways.  It must be an RA thing: the ability to, at any time, locate one of your residents and administer whatever aid is needed.  In this case, Shiro has noticed Keith’s empty table, swooping in to save his freshman from being That One Kid Sitting By Himself in the Corner.

What Shiro has overlooked, however, is that Keith is eating alone by choice.  He has twenty minutes to scarf down his food and assemble an understanding of the income elasticity of demand before he heads to section.  More like twelve minutes, once you factor in how long it takes to put up his dishes and dash across campus.  So yeah, not much time for small talk.

Unfazed, Shiro sits down, swiping some napkins from the table dispenser.

“I’ll leave you to your work,” he says knowingly, eyes twinkling with good humor as he raises a fork and knife and busies himself with cutting up his lunch.  Keith blinks, a little, at that, before shoveling the rest of his cornbread in his mouth and relocating his paragraph on the page.

He reminds himself that Shiro gets paid for this.  It makes him feel less guilty.

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❤ - go blind/speed dating and happen to find each other (w/ bartender!taehyung) 

Going to bar was one of the few things you’d to to pass the time but as of late, you hadn’t been able to drop by as much as you would like to. You had your own functions and things to handle and to appreciate… a little someone’s company wasn’t a valid reason to squeeze that in between to take a fifteen minutes trip from where you lived. However, you were forced to make time to leave the confinement of your home when your friend seemed to have better plans than getting dinner on a Friday night.

That little brat set you up on a date - a blind date! You told him the same thing you told anyone who tried: you could get a man if you wanted to. But… well… let’s just give it a shot, eh? What’s the worst thing that could happen?

A surprise shows up in a blue denim jacket with a white tank underneath along with a pair of black slacks to go with it. Brown hair that you have grown accustom to seeing with eyes that you’ve stared into more than the times you have ever gotten drunk. It was none other than - “Taehyung…?”

“So this is why you don’t stop by the bar anymore?”

“You… know Jimin?”

He scoffs a laugh and motions you to sit, in which you do before he replies with: “Known that kid since I could walk and curse his name. The question here is how do you know him?”

“I’m a close friend of his friend. We met at a party and we clicked so ever since we sort of…” You can’t finish your words when he’s doing that thing even when you visit the bar. His eyes won’t tear away from yours, as if he’s trying to see his reflection in your eyes or find out what’s hidden behind them, weave out the thoughts so it’ll soothe the ones erratically shaking his heart - Taehyung just… he wants to know a lot of things.

So happen, those things revolve around you.

“Do we click?”

“Do you want to find out?”

He chuckles, like the ones he lets you hear at the bar but when it’s not to crowded and you can have him one to one like this… it’s different. But a good kind of different.

“I kind of know the answer already but sure, why not?”

“Some wine?”

“You read my mind.”

((as taehyung leans back with a grin on his face, the aftermath of his kiss still lingering on your lips. his fingers trace up your cheek before he tuck strands of your hair behind your ear. his voice shakes you to your bones, but with his grip around you he’s the only one keeping you up at this point.

“so… about your question about whether we clicked. were you right?”

“most definitely,”

“and… what was your initial answer?”

“we clicked from the moment you walked in, y/n.”

“…have i ever told you how cheesy you are?”

“hush. you like it.”))

Jason Todd x Reader: After the Fall

Before the Fall ->

- Some nights, when you’re feeling nostalgic, you build a blanket fort and curl up with an old copy of Frankenstein. The battered pages fit nicely in your hands, and the messy scrawl in the margins is still sort of legible despite the tear stains that adorn many of the pages.

- Your roommate knows not to bother you when these times come. Sometimes they’ll join you with their own book and you’ll just read together in silence. And when you start crying, they’ll gently pull you into their chest and whisper meaningless words.

- It still hurts because it mattered, and even if you’ve accepted Jason’s death, and even if you’ve moved on, these are the nights you mourn, and these are the nights where you let yourself unravel before morning comes and you build your walls back up and you go about your day.

- You hurt, but you live because that’s what he would have wanted.

- When Red Hood comes to Gotham, guns-a-blazing, you barely bat an eye. At this point you don’t really care about what criminal is trying to make a big name for themself, it’ll all end the same; they get knocked down a peg or too, sent through the revolving doors, and then they try again.

- Except usually you don’t get trapped in an alley just a few blocks from home.

- And usually you have pepper and bear spray on you.

- But of course, you figured everything would be fine, you were only popping out to get pain medication, what’s the worse that could happen.

-Its Gotham, you should have seen this coming. It’s not like you haven’t been mugged before.

- Usually they don’t have a gun, it’s generally some kind of knife or short range weapon. Usually you have a chance to get away scot free.

- So when the would be thief drops dead, a gunshot ringing through the air, you duck and run.

- You don’t stop running until you’re safe at home, all the doors locked. And you slam the bottles of pain meds on the counter and hope your roommate really needed them because holy crap you nearly died.

- If you’re a bit weary about leaving the house after that, who can blame you?

- Also, if your paranoia starts to make you see flashes of red late at night, and you speed up just a bit, that’s no big deal.

- After a few weeks though, you start to wonder if it’s really paranoia. And maybe it is, but you swear the flash of red is connected to a body and that every so often it rushes by your window.

- But you don’t call the cops, they’d just think you were insane. So you just go about your life, and make sure to lock the windows and doors, and ignore the strange looks your roommate gives you.

- One day while you’re out doing the week’s grocery shopping you bump into someone’s cart. A loud cracking noise draws your attention and you’re quickly apologizing. When you look up your victim has a jar of salsa smashed at their feet, the splatter going up their pant legs.

- You’re mortified, and riffle through your purse, looking for a package of tissues.

- “Here,” you frown, handing a few to the man. He frowns back, startling green eyes laced with confusion. “I’m so sorry, I don’t usually run into people.”

- He doesn’t take the tissues, and instead sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. You don’t know why he’s got a white streak, but considering he’s wearing a leather jacket and what seems like it could be a holster, you don’t ask.

- “It’s fine. It’s Roy’s turn to do laundry anyways.” You suspect the last part wasn’t directed towards you.

- So you settle with smiling and sticking out your hand.

- “My name’s y/n,” you say and he just looks at your hand and you’re hit with a wave of nostalgia that’s so so wrong and yet so so right.

- “Jason,” he grins, and its lopsided and so familiar, “how about you buy me a coffee and we’ll call it even.”

- And how your heart aches.

High School Band AU: Ch. 22

Was it supposed to be this awkward?

Of course not. Saeran can’t be the most versed when it comes to social interactions, but… a celebration is a celebration, no matter what. Yeah, a party is filled with people laughing loudly, dancing in a pathetic way and… being silly and happy. Especially when it’s a party to celebrate the victory in the winter festival. A party at Yoosung’s basement, as a simbology on where everything has started…

But it doesn’t feel like a party. And though he hates to admit it, it’s easy to tell why: she isn’t here.

She’s not here. She’s not taking his calls or texts, or anybody else’s. And now it doesn’t feel like a party because the reason of the celebration didn’t show up. Because she’s a drama queen, she’s too sensitive and can’t handle his mature and brutal honesty, and though Saeran saw right through her from the moment she showed up, he let himself get involved, he promised his honesty to her, he saved her, opened up to her, made out with her, fought with her and almost let her… hell, he even wrote songs about her…

He fell for her. And this isn’t a party without her.

“She’s not coming, huh?” Zen asks, clearly annoyed.

“It seems so…” Jaehee sighs.

“Hey, Jumin, can’t you send your driver to her house and pick her up?” Yoosung suggests.

“If she wanted to be here, she would be here.” He answers plainly, crossing his arms. “I think she didn’t even see the trophy properly.”

“She didn’t. She ran away a little after the announcement.” Zen says.

Yes, she ran away. She escaped the agitation of the crowd with him. If Saeran really focus, he can feel the sensations of her hand holding his tightly as he guided themselves through the crowd. She looked so beautiful, she was so beautiful… well, she still is, it’s not like she’s dead or anything.

Though maybe he is dead for her. Whatever, she’s so dramatic, anyway…

“This party sucks!” Zen finally says what everybody is thinking.


“Come on, Jaehee! Somebody has to talk! We just won because of her voice, her charisma, her charm. This isn’t to celebrate our victory, it’s to celebrate her presence, and she isn’t here, so this is a waste of booze and food!”

“I’m forced to agree with him.” Jumin sighs. “So… what happened right after she left?”


Saeran looks at Saeyoung… he’s been strangely and disturbingly quiet ever since he got here…

“You guys should ask Saeran.” Then he speaks and… WHAT THE HELL, SAEYOUNG? When he finally opens his mouth, it is to snitch his brother out?

“Saeran…?” Yoosung asks, looking directly at him. “Oh right… you and MC left together…”

“Oh god… no…” Jaehee says in a concerned tone.

“There’s nothing for you to get worried. We just left together…” now it’s his time to speak, though his statement doesn’t add much to the conversation.

“And you left to where?”

“To… paradise.”

“Romantic, dude…” Zen nods in approval.

“I think it’s an euphemism for…” Jumin sounds like he’s analyzing something.

“It’s just the abandoned warehouse behind the baseball pitch in school. Don’t get weird, you guys.” Saeyoung intervenes grumpily.

“Oh… and then what?” Yoosung asks curiously.

“Uhm…” he looks away, avoiding all the pairs of eyes longing for an answer.

“I think I know what happened…” Jaehee says.


Something started crazy, sweet and unknown. Something you keep in a box on the street now it’s longing for a home…” the pink and blue lights of the impromptu tent shine against her skin. She looks like an alien, no… but an alien wouldn’t look that… magical…

“And who can say what dreams are?” he sings with you, coming closer.

“Wake me in time to be lonely and sad” she avoids his gaze, he can almost hear her heartbeat exhilarating.

“And who can say what we are?” he grabs her chin, making her look at him.

And now our bodies are the guilty ones who touch and color the hours. Night won’t breathe…
Oh how we… fall into silence from the sky…”he presses his body against hers, delving in her warmth. How can she be so warm when it’s so cold outside?

Pulse is gone and racing. All fits and starts. Window by window you try and look into the brave new that you are…” he sings, whispering in her ear, she shivers, he hopes it’s from him being close, not from the coldness of his body.

And who can say what dreams are? Wake me in time to be out in the cold… And who can say what we are? This is the reason for dreaming…he brushes his hair out of her face, and she smiles shyly.

And now our bodies are the guilty ones. Our touch will fill every hour. Huge and dark, oh our hearts will murmur the blues from on high.” She kisses him shyly. Saeran feels an electric wave running down his spine. Her eyes sparkle and he looks like… well, her. There’s nothing more beautiful and magical than her, anyway…

Then whisper some silver reply…” and the rest felt like a dream…


“So… that’s what happened, right?” Jaehee asks.

“Well, something like this… it wasn’t that poetic and… much… messier.”

“Yeah, Jaehee, what the hell was that?” Saeyoung asks, looking at her as if he just watched a confusing movie.

“I… I don’t know, I guess I’ve been reading a lot of Girls’ Generation fanfics lately… and uhm… I was watching Spring Awakening a few days ago… you do the math…” awkward silence. Well, no that awkward, Saeran would rather stay like this before the real interrogatory starts.

“I don’t get it… so you and MC… sang?” everybody groans. Oh my God, Yoosung…

“It’s a euphemism, Yoosung.” Jumin states.

“Oh… a euphemism…” Yoosung turns to Zen and nudges him. “What’s a euphemism?”

“Like I would know…” everybody groans again.

“Look, none of it matters. The problem is what happened later, right bro?” Saeyoung asks.

“What the hell, Saeyoung? Why do you keep bringing that up?”

“Because maybe you will realize you were the one who screwed everything with her!”

“I didn’t screw anything! She was the one overreacting as usual!”

“Uh oh…” Zen says “You fought again, didn’t you?”

“No, it wasn’t like that, what happened was…”

He was quiet, so was her… looking at the wall like it’s the most interesting thing to be seen.

“So, uhm… do you think it will snow more?”

“Yeah, I think so…” she spoke softly, covering herself with his jacket. “So uhm… white hair, huh?”

“Yeah, with some pink tips, see?” he leans towards her to show his hair.

“Did you go to a hairstylist or…?”

“No, I did by myself.” She nods and avoids his gaze.

“I liked your hair before.”

“Th-thanks.” He fumbles his legs, trying not to look too much at hers, isn’t she cold with thm bare like this? “I just… I just wanted to change a little…”


“I don’t know… I just felt like. The few days were crazy as shit…”

“Yes, they were… so… uhm… thanks for not leaving the band, Saeran.”

“Well, yeah… the hell I would let Saeyoung touch my drums! And… it wouldn’t be that great without me.”

“It really wouldn’t.” she smiles, ahhh… she’s so good to look at when she genuinely smiles. Not that smug bitchy smirk, just… a smile… and she’s smiling to him. “Anyway… everybody was there…”


“Yeah, including my mother. Did you know my mom is in town? She, uhm… she left 3 years ago, but Jumin and Zen brought her here to see me perform.”

“Convenient, huh?” he scoffs.

“How… how so?”

“Well, it’s convenient she would come to see you doing something good. Do you think she would show up if you were a delinquent or a snorter or… I don’t know, if you were doing bad things with your life? She wouldn’t want to take responsibility, would she?”

“Well, I don’t know, I didn-“

“It’s easy for her to come here and feel proud for you on something she didn’t even help on.”

“Well, I… I’m glad to see my mom, you know?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t.” his eyes lock with hers. Is she mad? No…

“And maybe… you shouldn’t jump in conclusions about someone you haven’t even meet and just… taking your own experiences with your mom as if they happen to everybody.”

“This has nothing to do with me and my mother. This is about you getting all worked up about someone who abandoned you.”

“And came back to apologize when I really needed…”

“This is stupid.” He shrugs.

“What is stupid, Saeran?”

“Well, you and… you know…”

“So you’re saying I’m stupid?” Uh oh… this glare… it’s the glare she always shoots at him…

“No! Don’t twist my words! I know you’re not dumb, do don’t play it dumb, MC!”

“I’m not, I’m asking you to explain what you just said! Or am I too stupid to get it?”

“Aaarrrgh, you’re not dumb or stupid, you’re just… naïve! Yes, that’s right, you’re naïve!”

“I’m naïve?”

“Yes, you’re naïve. You thought you could handle Rika’s situation with a lip sync performance? And then you get all happy and excited when someone that left you comes back when it’s convenient for her?” he scoffs again. “I’m just saying you don’t look like, but you’re innocent.”

“Well, I… I’m sorry if I’m not what I look like…” oh my God, is she pouting now?

“Ah, come on, you don’t have to get angry. I’m just being honest with you, like I said I would always be.”

“And I told you before that there’s a huge difference between being honest and being a dick!”

“Are you seriously mad at me right now after we just…?”

“Yes, Saeran, I am mad at you for going out of line. You don’t know my mom, you don’t know anything about my relationship with he, and you don’t know anything about me!”

“I know that you probably didn’t yell at V like this…” she widens her eyes and inhales sharply.

“So that’s it, huh? You just wanted to shove in my face what I did wrong and make me feel even guiltier…”

“It’s not like this, I…”

“Goodbye, Saeran.” She gets up, angrily putting her underwear back on.

“MC, you’re totally overreacting right now… there’s no need for you to leave in the night with this cold.”

“And there was no need for you to go back to your usual dick self, but you can’t help it, can you?” “And you know what? Maybe you’re right, and I am that stupid, I was about to confess that I love you!” she what? “But I’m so glad I didn’t!” she adjusts the dress and leaves paradise. “So… fuck you, Saeran!” he listens her voice from outside.

“Well, uhm… fuck you too!”

Awkward silence at Yoosung’s basement. Everybody looks at him as if he just missed the chance to make the breaking point on a match or something.

“Saeran, you’re just… a moron.” Zen says.

“That’s exactly what I said when he told me…” Saeyoung crosses his arms. He looks genuinely disappointed and mad. Saeran never saw his brother like this…

“What? What did I do? I was just being honest with her!”

“You talked about her mom, dude…” Zen says.

“And called her stupid.” Jumin adds.

“I never said MC was stupid!”

“Right after you guys did a euphemism…” Yoosung mutters… what?

“Saeran, you hurt her…” Jaehee says patiently.

“No, I didn’t! I… I would never hurt her! I mean, she looked shocked and… upset in a way I’ve never seen, but… no, she was just…”

Fuck, he hurt her.

“Do you see now that you’re the stupid one her?” Saeyoung asks.

“I… yeah, I do.”

“And you know what the worst part is, bro? Maybe you could have fixed that right then by saying you love her back, and what did you do?”

“She told her to go fuck herself.” Yoosung mutters. Wow… even Yoosung seems furious at him right now. So that’s how much he screwed things up, huh?

“Exactly… so, do you get it now? Do you get why I’m mad at you? Why I feel so tired of putting up with this bullshit?” Saeyoung clenches his fist as he comes close.

“I think he gets it, Saeyoung…” Jaehee says in a warning tone.

“Oh, does he? Does he know how lucky he is for having the girl he likes to say she loves him? And then he’ll just tell her to go fuck herself? Seriously, you can be denser than her in not seeing other people’s feelings here, this is just so f-“

“That’s enough, Saeyoung.” Jumin says. “She’s here.”

“She’s what?” everybody asks at the same time.

“She texted me. ‘Dropping by in 15 minutes. You guys can stop calling now.’ And she sent this… 15 minutes ago…”

The doorbell rings upstairs. Yoosung promptly runs to open the door. A few seconds later, he brings her with him. Is it wrong that, to Saeran’s eyes, she still looks as beautiful as she was last night?

“Good to see you, MC.” Jaehee runs to hug her.

“You too, Jaehee.”

“Right on time, MC. We ordered all kinds of snacks to please everybody’s tastes and… oh, here’s the trophy…” Jumin smiles softly.

“It’s really beautiful… oh, and… Jumin, I need to thank you for finding my mom and bringing her to Korea to see me.”

“There’s no need to thank me, MC. I just did what I have to do…. So did Zen, by the way…”

“Yes, I should thank you all since everybody did their best in trying to snap me out of doing something very wrong, so… thank you, I don’t know what I would do without your ‘MC is about to do something stupid’ radar on me.” Everybody chuckles as she laughs a little. “Actually, I… don’t know what I’ll do without you…”

“What do you mean, babe?” Zen asks.

“Well, uhm… that’s why I came, I just wanted to let you know personally, I was late for the party because I was packing some stuff back at home.”

“Packing?” Yoosung and Saeyoung ask together.

“Yeah, I… my mom is going back to America and… I’m going with her.” Her eyes quickly find Saeran’s before she looks away and motions to grab a soda can.

And there is no awkward silence, everybody goes to her and they soon start having fun like they were supposed to on a party. Well, except for Saeran, he’s the only one in an awkward silence… and he’s the only one who doesn’t see like he could have fun right now.

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The Mrs. 4

Pairing: (Mobster) Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Warning: Swearing. Gangster Shit. Sass. Physical Harm. Cat Fights. Law Breaking. Lying. Scandal. Mob Boss Shit.

A/N: Italicized pieces are basically Narrative parts.

When you met Gary Unwin, your brother Charlie on his pay roll. You thought the Mob Boss of London would be scarier. A man with his reputation, a girl like you shouldn’t be caught dead with him, but you don’t care. Being Eggsy’s dame came with a lot of perks and you only ask one thing of him. “Stay out of jail.” But any Mobster’s girl should know, they can’t keep their word. When Eggsy goes away, the crew looks to you for orders. Can you stand with your man or is Mob life just not for you?

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Title: Poisoned

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Kevin Keller/Joaquin

Note: I wrote this because I was fed up of expecting this kind of talk on the show. You can also find this on ao3 under  TheKlainer (MoonlightShines)

Joaquin was lying upside down on Kevin’s bed, fiddling with a ruler as Kevin finished up his homework at his desk.

“I need that,” Kevin said playfully, as he rolled towards Joaquin with his office chair and snatched it out of his hand.

Joaquin rolled his eyes, and heaved out a heavy sigh.

“I promise I’m almost done,” Kevin said, “then we can do something fun.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, you want to watch a movie?”

“I’m here. At your house. In your bedroom. Waiting as you do calculus and trigonometry for an hour, and you want to watch a movie when you’re done?”

Kevin’s cheeks coloured. He hoped Joaquin wouldn’t pick on him for that. Screw him for just wanting to cuddle with his boyfriend for a bit.

Kevin dropped his calculator onto his graph paper. “Babe, we can do whatever you want in five minutes, just let me finish.”

Joaquin rolled off the bed and wrapped his arms around Kevin from behind his chair.

“Your schoolwork can wait, Keller.” He said lowly in his ear,  “I can’t.”

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I please request from the "I never meant to hurt you prompts? Can I have a bad boy S. Coups with 18 and 22? Thank you~

ofc lovely i hope you enjoy!!! thank you for requesting!!!

18. it was meant to be nothing more than a harmless joke
22. I will give you one flower for every single tear that  you shed

You sighed and lazily swung your backpack over your shoulders and made (more like trudged) your way home. You tried to empty your thoughts but all your brain did was replay the biggest mistake you made.

“You… you what?” You couldn’t believe your ears.

His friends grouped around him and heartily chuckled. Of course, the culprit was in the middle of them all. “Yeah, it was just a bet. It was meant to be nothing more than a harmless joke. You were great at playing along though!”

You thickly swallowed the lump forming in your throat. “Yeah… right… playing along…” You looked away and turned around. “I’m glad it was just a joke to you.” Seungcheol immediately ceased his laughter as he watched your back grow smaller with every passing second. It was just a joke… right?

You shook your head and heaved a heavy sigh. You lost count of how many times you’ve done that in the past week. The more you thought about it, the more tears welled up in your eyes. 

As you rounded near your house, you quickly wiped away your tears. “It’s ok, Y/N. He was a jerk, and it didn’t mean anything. God, why am I getting so worked up about this…”

“It did mean something. To me, at least.”

You stopped in the middle of your tracks. You looked at an all-too-familiar face who you tried to get out of your head all week. And he was standing right on your front porch.

“Why… why are you here? And how do you know where I live?” He sheepishly smiled. “Well, I’ll give your friend credit for informing me about that second part…”

“The first part still stands.” You crossed your arms. “Are you only gonna block my way to my own house, or do you actually have a reason to be here?”

He cautiously stepped down and approached you. “I do… I know I said it was a bet. It’s true; this all started because my friends dared me to.” You scoffed and looked to the side. “Don’t have to tell me twice, Cheol.”

“What started was a bet, but what I didn’t expect to come out of it were real, genuine feelings.” Your head snapped back. “What?”

He shrunk back, his figure appearing smaller in contrast to the tough black leather jacket and piercings decorating his ears. You noticed hints of reds, pinks, and whites behind his back. He followed your gaze and shyly revealed a large bouquet of roses, lilies, daffodils, and more.

“Cheol, why…” You blinked back fresh tears. This wasn’t supposed to happen; you were meant to stay upset about him, not swooning over his apology. “I will give you one flower for every single tear that you shed. It killed me to think that I was the reason why you were crying and moping around this whole week.”

“How do you know that?”

“Creds to your friend for that, too.”

“Well, don’t go to her anymore.”

“And why is that?”

You tugged on his collar. “Because you’re mine.”

oMGLSJGS I HOPE THIS WAS OK ANON AAA!!! That ending kinda suCKS but I tried!!! Send me more “I never meant to hurt you”!

Team Dinner - Sidney Crosby (#23)

Originally posted by ehghtyseven

I love smiley Sid!!! This wasn’t requested but I hope you enjoy it anyways!! Much love pals! <3

Word count: 832

Warnings: a little steam but mostly fluff


“Babeee, what do I wear tonight?” you whined, riffling through your closet.  You and Sidney had been dating for close to six months and he had thought it was time for you to meet some of the team over dinner.  You had briefly talked to some of the guys before when you were waiting outside the dressing room after games but this was your first, formal introduction.  You had never had this much trouble deciding what to wear before, it was so frustrating!

“Whatever you want Y/N! You’ll look stunning, like always!” Sidney called from the bathroom.

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kagenygma  asked:

hey wasss cool voltron klance KLANCE KLNACE

Prompt: “Your stray red item turned my whites pink.”


“In the living room.”

Uninterested eyes of blue and grey darted up from his phone, and his thumb ceased its scrolling from where he’d been absently looking through his Instagram feed. Keith made no move to relocate his feet from where he’d stretched his legs out across the entirety of the couch as Lance stormed into the room, an odd looking red cloth balled up in his fist.

That cloth just so happened to be his jacket, Keith realized as the article of clothing was tossed at him. It landed neatly over his head, the fabric scratching at his cheek, and he tugged it off of him with a glare. He took a moment to nearly fold it, still lounged apathetically across the couch, and then said, “Thank you.”

“Thank you?” The words were a hiss. Lance crossed his arms, gesturing to his shirt, and for the first time Keith actually took him in; his cheeks were heated with anger, hair uncombed. Jeez, was the first thought that came to Keith’s mind; it was nearing two in the afternoon, after all. Had Lance been in bed all this time?

The thing that really caught his attention, though, was the shirt his boyfriend was wearing. Lance’s favorite shirt, the white one with the blue sleeves, was looking a little… Pink.

Lance did not look happy in the slightest. “Why did you put your jacket in the washer? Those were the whites, Keith! You don’t put reds in with the whites or it-” he motioned to his shirt, “-it turns everything pink!”

Keith blinked, looking down at his jacket. “You think I meant to do this?” he asked finally, glancing back to Lance with the tiniest of glares, and it was met with a full-on scowl. “I didn’t know they were whites. I had to clean my jacket, I have somewhere to be later today.” This was obviously the reaction Lance had been expecting; when provoked, Keith could be quite a pain. The boy on the couch brushed a few strands of hair behind one ear, eyes narrowing slightly. Though this was the response Lance knew he would get, Keith could tell it wasn’t the one he wanted. “All of my shirts, Keith! You know how much white I wear. It’s basically my entire wardrobe, and now it’s all pink!”

Keith sat up. “I’m sorry!” he replied just as snappily. “I told you, I didn’t mean to!” He took a breath to calm himself, and then said with a grumble, “Would you like me to take you shopping later for more? I’ll pay. And next time, I’ll be more careful.” He sat up with a sigh, reaching out for Lance’s hand. The angry expression disappeared from his boyfriend’s face, and Lance hesitated before tangling his fingers between Keith’s. “I’m gonna make you buy a shitload of shirts for me,” he mumbled as he plopped dramatically onto the couch, a big pout on his lips. Keith sighed, pressing a tiny peck to Lance’s cheek. “I know,” he said with a roll of his eyes.

“You look good in pink.”

“Fuck you, Keith.”

Once Upon a Time as a subversive take on fairy tales 

This is going to be (probably) the first explanatory post re-cast series. I mean it’s no secret that Once Upon a Time basically fails to be subversive, sometimes managing to be even more conservative than Victorian tales and the Grimm Brothers (ha ha fuck the Grim Brothers). And more often than not destroying whatever significance original mythologies (ahem, the Underworld arc, Orpheus and Eurydice. Seriously he gets torn to shreds by nymphs after he becomes a misogynist. If only) and more recently Jekyll and Hyde (HOW? It’s like crashing a car in the desert). 

Anyway the re-cast is meant to be everything the show isn’t. Racially diverse and well, gay af. Planned & Endgame Swan Queen. So I’m gonna start explaining my reasoning for each re-cast and probably do a new post for when I have the other cast members. Links to each edit are in the actors’ names. They all have playlists because why the hell not. 

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for the sake of sparkles

words: 3.3k
summary: Of all things Allura expected to happen today, getting stranded in the pod bay of a space mall with Keith was definitely not on the list. Neither was breaking into the mall with him and Pidge to steal a necklace. 

But hey, things can change real quickly when you’re bored as hell.

a/n: I probably shouldn’t be posting a story close to midnight on a Thursday night, but here I am, lol. This is my first story for this pairing, and as you will see, it’s not actually romantic at all! It’s more of a gen fic featuring Pidge the Magnificent, but there are sparks— because I like these two a lot. 

What really intrigues me about the dynamic between Keith and Allura are the impulses they bring out in each other, and when I saw the prompt “Stranded” for Day 1 of @kalluraweek, I’m not entirely sure why, but this is where my mind went! It’s silly and fun and I hope you enjoy— and I’d love to see your comments at the end. Thanks for reading!


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anonymous asked:

Everyone thinks Keith should wear Lance's jacket. Thoughts?

Keith: Lance has wider shoulders than me, but it’s not too bad. Why am I doing this again?

Lance: Diplomacy! We have to please the people as the defenders of the universe, you know!

It Must Be Fate - Part 2

(Part 1)


Pairing: Isaac x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Day full of Art

Pairing: You x Jung Daehyun

Genres: Fluff

Word Count: 1,224

Short Summary: It’s one of the rare days were both you and your boyfriend have a free day. But the day really doesn’t start like you imagined it. Daehyun as the amazing boyfriend he is still saved your day and made it a memorable experience between the both of you.

Authors note: This is my first imagine, so please bare with me. I will get better. I really had fun in writing this, so feel free to request more if you liked it.

Originally posted by mybabyoppa

7:00 AM and the alarm clock was ringing. Daehyun and you jerked at the sound, not expecting to hear it today, because the both of you had free since a long time. You groaned and pulled the blanket over your head while Daehyun turned over to his nightstand, switching the alarm off.

“Don’t tell me you forgot to deactivate it.”, you mumbled, still hiding under your blanket.

“I’m sorry, jagi. How about good morning?” Daehyun clearly tried to save the situation with his charms and what annoyed you the most, is the fact that it was indeed working. You turned around and looked at his apologetic smiling face. Eyes still showing his sleepiness and totally messed up hair.

“Good morning.”

“Morning, jagi.”

“I guess we can’t go back to sleep now.”, you told him.

“Breakfast it’s then.”, he answered excitedly.

“Your fans think you are eating much…they never saw you in real. You are worse than they could ever imagine.” Defeated you let your head fall back into the pillow.  

“What else do you want to do? Stay in bed and talk?”


“We can do that during breakfast.” With that he leaned forward, placing a kiss on your cheek before getting up and running out of the bedroom in his pajamas. What the hell is wrong with him today, you thought to yourself, before you slowly brought yourself up and slurping into the kitchen, where you found him standing in front of the fridge like a lost puppy.  

“How about we make pancakes?”, he blurted out excitedly after seeing you.

“You mean how about I make pancakes.”

“All the same. So your answer is?”

“With fruits or without?”

He didn’t even need a second to think about it. “With!”

“Let’s get started then.

Cooking with Daehyun was always fun and something new. He always tried to help you, but his cooking skills weren’t the best. They were way better than Yongguks, but still not as good as Himchans. As you finished cooking you both sat down with your plates and started eating.

“What do you want to do today since we both have free for once?”, you started.

“One of my musical hyungs told me about that new art gallery. How about we go there?”, he answered with a mouth full of pancake and strawberries. At the beginning of your relationship you scolded him for talking with a full mouth, but with time you gave up. It’s Daehyun and with time you watched yourself finding his habit cute, but of course you would never tell him that.

“Sounds good to me.”

“I believe Yongguk hyung also went there with Junhong. They told the paintings were really meaningful and they even have a small restaurant.”

“Then let’s go there. At least I can be sure you don’t starve yourself.”


“Love you.”

The both of you continued your breakfast, doing the dishes and getting ready for the day.

“You think I can go out like this?”, Daehyun asked you, pointing down at his outfit.

“Why shouldn’t you?” You couldn’t understand him. He looked like from the cover of a streetstyle magazine. Black sneakers, simple blue jeans with ripped knees, a simple white shirt and a black-red college jacket. 

“I don’t know what to wear in art galleries. What if everyone walks around in dress shirts?”

“Then we are both dressed wrong.” Daehyun gave you one of his loving smiles while looking at you. For him every outfit on you you was perfect.

“Are we finished then?”, he asked averting his gaze away from your outfit and back to your face.

“I have everything I need, so yes, we are finished.”

To complete the boyfriend look even more he picked a snapback on his way out. During the car ride you talked about everything and nothing. It was good to catch up again. Of course you told each other the important stuff what was going on in your lives, but both of your jobs seemed to make it impossible to find other topics beside this. Daehyun parked the car and you walked a short distance to the gallery. During the whole walk Daehyun swung happily your intertwined hands.

“Look at that cute puppy.”, he pointed at a small dog playing around with a kid in the grass.

“They are really cute. Look how the tail of the dog is wagging and the way the boy is smiling.”

“One day our family will also look like this.” 

“Dae, we will wait and have to see. We both have jobs-”

“I wasn’t talking about now, just…something for the future, okay?”

“Sounds good to me then. About the puppy…we can talk about this earlier than kids.”

Daehyun squeezed your hand and smiled. “Only if I can name him.”

“We don’t name our dog cheesecake!”

“No, of course not! I want to name him James.”

“James?”, you questioned.

“Yeah, why not? Imagine a little dog running over to you after you called him James.”

“Okay, I have to admit this is cute.”

Daehyun fascinated you so with his dog talk, that you hadn’t even noticed you were standing in front of the gallery already. Daehyun opened the door for you and immediately went to buy the tickets. 

“I’m hungry.”

“Already? We aren’t even that long here.” Daehyun pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Oh yes, we are. Look” He showed you his display. 13:29. You came here at 9. The time just flew by, walking hand in hand with him to the gallery, talking about the pictures, which one you liked the best and why, just enjoying time.

“Wow! Already so late. Let’s get food then.”

You haven’t noticed that the gallery was that big. On your way to the restaurant you stopped at an information to see where you afterwards have to go and where you have already been. The two of you only had seen around the half of the gallery. 

You ordered your food and sat down at a table in the corner with a great view outside and started to eat.

“That’s really good. I thought they would cook worse.”, Daehyun happily exclaimed.

“I’m glad you like it. We should more often do things like these…art gallery dates…”

“I totally agree with you, but once a gallery has bad food or no food at all we are not visiting them.”


The rest of the day finished as quickly as the morning. You entered the last big hall with paintings in various colors. Some of them were just weird, like dots and lines. You wondered what so called art experts are seeing in these, but other were just calming and relaxing in the way they were drawn. You were looking at one of he paintings when Daehyun whispered in your ear. 

“In a room full of art I’m still looking at you. You are the most beautiful here”

“Don’t tell me, you really brought up this line.”

“Can’t you let me live for once? You are worse than Youngjae!”

“No, I’m not. Actually it was quite cute when you said it.” You blushed and hid your face in his chest.

Indeed it was a beautiful day. You may can’t spend as much time together as other couples do, but the time you spend together is all worth.