what the hell is their pairing name

Tsk. Just how are you planning to represent our liege if you can’t even dress yourself properly?”

Allura: I don’t get it, you guys call him your father as a joke all the time?
Keith: That’s what I said!

when I get a hand in it, every pairing is the shitpost couple. Alien confusion over those dumb earth-things is 👌 (THIS IS VERY MUCH ALMOST COPIED FROM A HOMESTUCK COMIC I SAW YEARS AGO but I can not track down the original tumblr post? If someone got a link so I can credit that would be great)

Caught ***NSFW

Prompt: Yixing comes home after being away on tour for a long time and catches you masturbating

Genre: Smutty smut smut

Word Count: 938

Edited by: @shineeexobts


“What are you doing?”

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If Cat was there instead...
  • Mxyzptlk: *appears*
  • Mxyzptlk: First let's set the mood.
  • Mxyzptlk: Candles. *Conjures candles*
  • Kara: Who are you?
  • Mxyzptlk: Then Music. *Conjures a band*
  • Kara: What the hell?
  • Mxyzptlk: Next, flowers. *Conjures flowers*
  • Mxyzptlk: And for the pièce de résistance, the ring. Kara, sweetest, it's like I said. I'm your one true love, your soulmate, your one true pairing as the kids say. My name is Mxyzptlk, and I love you Kara Zor-El.
  • Kara: I... uh...
  • Mxyzptlk: Tell me, will you marry me?
  • Kara: *gives a disbelieving laugh*
  • Mxyzptlk: *sings* I can show you the world-
  • Cat: Okay, Midichlorians, that's enough. This is not a Karaoke bar.
  • Mxyzptlk: Oh. Yes, the mentor. *strands* Forgive me, my lady. I-
  • Cat: You are wasting your time. Kara is mine, so you can just run along back to Camelot or Avalon, or the Shire, or where ever it is you came from.
  • Mxyzptlk: Madam, I am Mxyzptlk, a being from the fifth dimension.
  • Cat: Yes, yes, well, say hello to Buckaroo Banzai next time he passes through. Now shoo.
  • Mxyzptlk: I see. I've offended you. You have my most sincere apologies. I see that I should have secured your permission-
  • Cat: You are not listening. Kara is mine. She promised me her complete devotion, and I do not share what is mine. Now, go away.
  • Kara: Miss Grant, be-
  • Cat: Not now, Kara.
  • Mxyzptlk: She's given you her devotion as a student of course, but surely you can see that I'm here to seek her hand in marriage.
  • Cat: *rolling her eyes* I didn't say she was my student. I said she was mine.
  • Cat: *turns, and slips an arm around Kara's waist, pulling their bodies together, then lays a kiss on Kara's lips, bending forward and dipping Kara as if they're dancing while continuing to kiss her, drawing a long, deep moan of pleasure from Kara before standing them both up again.*
  • Kara: *whimpers*
  • Cat: See? Mine. Now, run along.
  • Mxyzptlk: I- see. My apologies. *vanishes*
  • Cat: *looks at Kara*
  • Cat: How do you get yourself into these situations.
Promises (FE Heroes Fanfic)

Here’s my first Fire Emblem Heroes fanfic. More of a drabble, so please excuse the typos. I’ve fallen into Kiran/Alfonse hell lately thanks to some key conversations in the game.

For reference: my Kiran was a loner before he met the Askr royals, and has anxiety and a bit of social issues as well. He wears the hood pulled down to get distance from the others. This takes place after months of fighting, and toward the end of Chapter 9 in FE Heroes. (I blame @g-r-i-m-a for this.)

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He’s dead.
Alfonse is dead, and it’s all Kiran’s fault. They all are, and Kiran squeezes his eyes closed for a moment before digging his fingers into the grass and making to rush onto the field.
“Wait,” Anna says, and holds him back. “Wait until they’re gone.”
He doesn’t want to - not with Alfonse’s blood on the ground, on the shining lance of their opponent. But he listens anyway, settling back on his stomach at the top of the hill, where they could observe and direct from a distance.
So weak. Such bad decisions. What good is it to wield Briedablik, if he can’t keep them from death?
Kiran ducks his head into the grass, and breathes the earthy scent until Anna taps him on the shoulder.
He rushes to Alfonse first. Anna says nothing as his panic comes out. He whispers the prince’s name as he presses Breidablik to that too-still chest and pulls the trigger.
It takes three shots, this time.
“Come back,” he whispers. “Alfonse… Please.”
Kiran stares into Alfonse’s wide, unseeing eyes, watching the spark and the light return to them. Only then does he duck into the cowl of his cloak, relief and pain warring with each other.
Kiran smiles as Alfonse’s hand tightens in his, as he comes back to life. He squeezes harder and harder on their clasped hands every time he comes back, or so Kiran thinks.
He rises when Alfonse’s hand slackens, and hurries to the others, pleased when they all come back to life. But in the back of his mind is the fact that he brought them to this point. He may not have swineg the weapon that issued that final blow, but he still did it. He orchestrated this whole battle, from triumphant beginning to bitter end. If he had just been a better tactician, none of this would have happened. He squeezes his jaw and his hands, standing to the side as the dead come back to life.
Suddenly, Alfonse is there, lifting the corner of his hood and peeking in, soft blue eyes lidded slightly with affection. Kiran swallows a gasp and swats the prince’s hand away, capturing his slender wrist to keep him from pulling away.
Alfonse freezes, and Kiran takes a few breaths, praying for his voice to go normal, to not sound like he’s crying. He hoped the prince of Askr won’t speak before he is able to. And for some reason, he doesn’t. He waits, sending that Kiran has something to say.
“I’m sorry I failed you,” he whispers eventually.
“Kiran,” Alfonse says. His voice is soft and warm like a plush down comforter that he can just burrow into. “You didn’t fail. Things like this happen.”
“I… I don’t want to lose you.” The words squeak out of Kiran. “My heart leaps whenever you fall.”
“I come back to you,” Alfonse says, and takes his hand. “I wait for you. I feel you calling to me to stay.”
That only makes him feel worse. Kiran drops Alfonse’s wrist and draws his bottom lip in, a subconscious effort to keep from crying.
“Kiran,” Alfonse says, and there’s meaning to it. “Look at me.”
When Alfonse pulls back the cowl, Kiran lets him. Alfonse’s fingers run back through his hair when the hood is off, and then down his cheek.
“I’ll always come back to you,” Alfonse promises.
Kiran looks up from Alfonse’s golden pin, holding his cloak in place. He looks into those blue eyes, and he sees that promise, and deeper, the ache of passing through the curtain of death and back to him. Alfonse touches his face and his thumb trails along his bottom lip.
“Always,” Alfonse promises, and there’s none of that holding back, like there was at the beginning, when Kiran first met Alfonse and Shareena. He’s let another Hero in, and Kiran realizes with a start that it’s him. Alfonse cares for him.
The prince ducks close - he’s taller than Kiran by a few inches - and presses their foreheads together. “Always,” he says again.
An ache within Kiran’s chest eases, and he relaxes into Alfonse’s hand.
He touches the prince’s chest, feeling his heart beating beneath the armor. “Then I’ll always come to bring you back,” he promises back.
His eyes are closed, but he can feel Alfonse’s pleased smile like the warmth of sunlight, beaming across his face. Kiran smiles too, smiles back, and prays to whatever gods the Askr believe in that they can both keep their promises.

Your Move

Requested: Could I request a Kyungsoo scenario where he gets jealous that you’re so close with the members with fluff please? :)  ~ HELL YEAH. 

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader 

Rating: PG-13 with a lot of suggestive stuff *coughs* 

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“You have to stretch,” Chanyeol says in your ear. “C’mon, just a little farther.”

“It’s all about flexibility,” Yixing adds from your other side. “You have to be flexible to make something beautiful with us, Y/N.”

“Guys,” you groan, struggling to do as they say. Finally, it’s too much and you slam your palms against the piano keys in defeat, wincing at the jarring sound. “It’s impossible. I just can’t reach all the keys at once – my hands are too small. I don’t know how people do this.”

You’re sitting on the bench of the grand piano in the EXO dorm room with Yixing and Chanyeol on either side of you, and the three of you are trying to write a song together for Junmyeon’s birthday. Only, two years of piano lessons in grade school really isn’t a huge help to you right now, especially since you’re not much bigger than you were as a kid. All that’s changed is your face has gotten more angular and your body has filled out, to your relief. But you still have child hands. And it sucks.

Baekhyun and Sehun are there too, sprawled on the couch and blowing up balloons in the middle of goofing around. Kyungsoo is sitting on the loveseat and flipping through a Martha Stewart magazine (you’d bought it for him as a joke but he’d accepted the gift seriously), trying to find the perfect birthday cake recipe. Early afternoon sunlight is pouring through the glass doors of the living room, the television is on and serving as peaceful background noise, and you’re surrounded by your closest friends. You’re distracted briefly from your frustration by this happy realization, and you smile to yourself. How lucky you are to have been blessed with them in your life.

“Your hands aren’t that small,” Chanyeol nudges your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts.

You scowl. “Oh yeah? Hold up yours.” Biting his lip, he does and you place your palm against his. The tips of your fingers just barely reach his knuckles. “You were saying, Yeol?” The three of you laugh, and Chanyeol laces his fingers with yours, placing your twined hands against his chest.

“Maybe I’ll just teach you the drums,” he chuckles and you sigh wryly. That’s when you feel something – the intangible sensation of someone watching you – and you look over to find Kyungsoo’s eyes on you. Specifically, on your hand in Chanyeol’s. For some reason, you feel the need to pull your hand back, but Kyungsoo quickly looks away before you can move.

“Why don’t I take a break?” you turn back to Yixing and Chanyeol. “You guys keep working. You’ll probably make actual progress without my non-musical ass in the way.”

“What ass?” Sehun calls from the other side of the room. “The only one with an ass here is me, proud founder of the Sebooty, established 1994.”

“Yeah, well at least I don’t store all my talent in my butt,” you retort cheerfully.

“And where do you store yours?”

You gesture to your chest. “In my boobs, like any other respectable woman.” Sehun sputters while the rest of the boys crack up – except Kyungsoo, you notice. He’s been acting strange lately. You’ve always had a rather crude sense of humor, which is why the boys feel so comfortable around you, and Kyungsoo used to laugh right along with everyone else. But now even the most unassuming things will put him off, and he’ll draw away from you as if you’ve done something wrong. It makes you sad, but you’re not sure how to bring up the subject to him, or if you even should. After all, it could have nothing to do with you, and you were never one to jump to conclusions anyway.

Deciding that you’ll show him some extra attention to help draw him out of his shell, you head over to the loveseat and plop down beside Kyungsoo, setting you head on his shoulder. He seems to thaw a bit at this and playfully knocks his head against yours.

“How’s the cake quest going?” you ask as you scan the glossy magazine pages on his lap. “Please tell me we’re not doing red velvet. Not tonight, anyway,” you wiggle your brows at Baekhyun and he cackles. But you really don’t have a clue what kind of cake Myeon would want.

Of all the EXO boys, Junmyeon is the member you’re the most respectful towards, only because you’ve never had the chance to really spend time with him and become familiar with him. As the leader, he has the most responsibilities and therefore the least free time. “What flavor does Myeon oppa like? I’m guessing he’d go for something classy like pineapple-upside-down or marble.”

Kyungsoo’s shoulder feels stiff beneath your cheek. “What makes you say that?”

You shrug. “He’s a classy guy. He’s like Suave shampoo personified, so I figure his tastes are the same too. I know, I’ll ask Minseok.” You slide your phone out of your jeans pocket, about to text Minseok who’s out with the rest of the Distract-Junmyeon-From-the-Surprise-Party-Team, when you see that you have unread messages from Jongdae. Grinning, you open up the chat.

There’s a picture of Junmyeon standing in front of the mirror in a dressing room hallway, checking himself out. He’s dressed almost formally in well-fitting slacks, a maroon button-down shirt, and a gray tie. You notice that he looks…nervous.

Fearless leader thinks we’re helping him get ready for a blind date, Jongdae wrote under that. Then there’s another picture. You enlarge it to see a photo of a pretty girl, taken from behind, and you’re marveling at the way the dress she’s wearing accents her toned legs and surprisingly broad shoulders – and then your eyes fall on the next picture, and you clap your hand over your mouth, guffawing.

Maybe he should go through the whole date blind, Jongdae captioned it. You agree, because the last picture shows the girl’s face – except it’s not a girl, it’s Jongin. Wearing a dress and a wig and heels, smiling seductively at the camera.

Damn, she fine, you type back and hit send, wiping tears from your eyes.

“What’s so funny?” Kyungsoo asks with a small smile. He’s watching you almost as if he’s memorizing the way you laugh.

“Jongdae,” you shake your head. Leave it to him, Minseok, and Jongin to pull such a trollish stunt. Poor Junmyeon. But it would be all the more sweet to then come back to a surprise party.

“Ah,” Kyungsoo says quietly. “Jongdae.” You feel his body beside you expand and contract with a silent sigh, and then he gets up, murmuring, “I’m gonna go make that cake now.” And he walks away, disappearing into the kitchen. You watch him go, then look down at the loveseat where the magazine with the recipes still rests. Aish. What is with this boy? You run a hand through your hair, grab the magazine, and head after him into the kitchen.

He’s gathering ingredients when you arrive, vanilla extract, eggs, sugar, flour. Without a word, you join him, retrieving the baking ware from the drawers. You set it all on the counter neatly beside the magazine and when he joins you at the counter, still not looking at you, you slide your arms around him and pull him into a hug. After a moment, his arms come around you too and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Something’s definitely off with him, you’re sure of it now, and his unnamed pain makes your heart clench.

“I’m sorry,” you exhale.

“For what?” He sounds genuinely confused – and muffled.

“For whatever it is that I’m doing to make you sad. You’re so important to me, Kyungsoo-yah, and I would never intentionally hurt you. You know that, right?”

At this, Kyungsoo pulls away to examine your face. “Is that what you think?” You’re taken aback at the surprise in his voice, how visibly upset he is. “That you’re hurting me? Y/N, you could never hurt me. Seeing you only brings me happiness – you only make my day better. Aish.” He tugs you against him again and tucks you under his chin, and you embrace him back with relief.

“But then what is upsetting you?”

It’s a long moment before he replies and when he does, all he says is, “Me.”  

Before you can respond to this, Baekhyun suddenly waltzes into the kitchen with his phone in his hands. “Minseok just texted saying we only have a couple more hours to prepare, so to ‘hurry the fuck up’.” He glances up from his phone and sees you and Kyungsoo still embracing, and he smiles slyly. “Are we working hard or hardly working here, slackers?”

“Says the guy who blew a grand total of two balloons,” you roll your eyes, untangling yourself from Kyungsoo.

“Point taken. Maybe you can give me some tips on the art of…blowing.”

To your right, Kyungsoo snatches the magazine from the counter and flips through the pages at a speed too quick to actually read anything. “Maybe you can get off your lazy ass and actually help us,” he snaps.  

“Sure,” Baekhyun says brightly. He comes over to stand at attention by your side, but Kyungsoo drags him away and points to the ingredients. “Start measuring those out.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You picked what kind of cake we’re making?” you ask Kyungsoo.

He looks up at you with the softest eyes, and you feel a strange flutter in your chest. “Marble,” he nods. “Like you said, it’s what Junmyeon would want. And I hope we all get what we want someday.”  


Between the three of you, the cake gets done pretty quickly. Somewhere in the middle of it all, Baekhyun puts music on, and now you’re all singing along loudly to an old Girls Generation song as you work. Baekhyun is pouring the batter into a pan, shaking his hips in time to the rhythm, while Kyungsoo expertly pares an orange across a zester to collect tangy garnish. You’re in the zone yourself as you whip the life out of the milk, butter, sugar, and vanilla to make frosting, and you belt out the chorus of the song with the boys, a horrible harmony to their lovely melodies. Whatever, you don’t care. You’re having fun.

Baekhyun carefully moves the now-full pan into the oven and yells, “Touchdown!” as he closes it. You and Kyungsoo whoop and high-five him, and you set down the frosting, satisfied with it.

“Guys, taste this and tell me if it’s good,” you say. You dip your finger in and hold out a dollop to Kyungsoo, who scrapes it off with a spoon and gives it try.

“Ah, that’s perfect,” he grins and returns to his zesting.

“I wanna try,” Baekhyun chimes in and you wave him over, holding out another dollop to him. Unlike Kyungsoo, however, he doesn’t have a spoon so he just catches your finger in his hand and puts it in his mouth, maintaining eye contact all the while. You wrinkle your nose and pull away, laughing, and Baekyun licks his lips approvingly – and then you hear a sharp gasp.

You look over just as Kyungsoo tears his gaze from you and Baekhyun to his hand – that’s now bleeding. He drops the grater with a curse.

“Oh, Soo, are you okay?” You hurry over to him, but he just shuffles over to the sink to rinse his wound.

“Should I get the medical kit?” Baekhyun asks, all joking gone. “Do you need stitches?”

“I’m fine,” he says gruffly. “Just…finish the cake. You two don’t really need me at this point anyway.” And with that, he shuts the tap off and stalks out of the kitchen, and you’re left staring after him yet again.

You sink against the counter and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Why does he get like this?” you mutter. “One minute, we’re best friends, and the next, he won’t even look at me.”

Baekhyun turns the music off on his phone and rolls his eyes. “C’mon, Y/N. He’s just tired of your games, that’s all.”

You straighten immediately and stare at him. “What are you talking about? I’m not playing any games.”

“Yeah, you are. You’re playing hard-to-get, and honestly, even I was getting tired of watching it. Why do you think I was flirting so obviously with you? I was trying to get your boy to finally make a move because I didn’t think you were ever going to.”

“You—he—wait, what?” This is too much to process at once, and you stare at the bloody zester in wonder. Kyungsoo…likes you? And that’s why he’s so upset? Because he thinks you’re toying with him?

“But wait,” you shake your head. “He told me earlier that he wasn’t upset with me, he’s upset with himself. That doesn’t fit with your story.”

Baekhyun considers this, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Why would he be mad at himself?” he muses. “Maybe he thinks he’s not trying hard enough to win you over. And what would give him that idea?” Baekhyun’s eyes slide to yours and widen. “Does he even know that you like him?”

You’re at a loss for words.

Baekhyun’s gaze is piercing on you, and then he lets out a little incredulous laugh. “Do you like him, Y/N?”

The pieces are slowly coming together in your head and in harmony with your heart, and you place your hand over your chest, feeling the racing pulse. What an idiot, you are. I hope we all get what we want someday. Someday is today, you realize. “Yes,” you murmur. And then again, louder, “Yes.”

“Well, then go end the game! Tell him that he won!” You snap to your senses and nod, racing out of the kitchen, past the living room when you see he’s not there, and up the stairs to his room. But now that you’re here, on the literal and metaphorical threshold of something so amazing, you’re not sure how to proceed. You can’t just barge in and say, Hey, I just realized I love you, let’s get married and have babies. And he’s hurting too, in many different ways, and he probably thinks you have a thing for Baekhyun – which is horrifying, and you’ve never done something like this before and—

“Y/N?” You whirl around to find Kyungsoo behind you. So he wasn’t even in his room. Of course.

“Hi Kyungsoo-yah,” you manage. You’re nervous – god, why are you so nervous? Your hands are clammy and your stomach is in knots and why haven’t you noticed before how lovely his eyes are and how soft his lips look and how beautiful his smile is—

He’s smiling. Why is he smiling? You’re about to ask him, when he catches your face gently between his hands and places the most tender kiss on your mouth. You gasp a little against his lips before melting into him. He’s so reverent with you, in the way he holds you against him and kisses you that it takes you a moment to open your eyes when he pulls back.

“You…heard what I said in the kitchen?” you guess.

Kyungsoo quirks a brow in amusement. “No. Chanyeol told me that I hit the lotto, and I just never went to collect my prize.”

You groan. “Were they all in on this? This scheme to get us together?”

“Apparently.”

“Well, in that case,” you grin and tug him closer by the collar of his shirt. “You can call me monster.”

I love romantic tropes in japanese anime/manga bc more often than not they’re dramatic and extra as fuck. I mean:  

-mashima refers to nalu as ‘more than friends but less than lovers’ (aww so it means they’re heading in the direction to make the switch right? that’s so cute)

-jellal refers to erza as his light (HOLY SHIT WHAT THE HELL. THAT’S ROMANTIC AS FUCK. HIS LIGHT. HIS LIGHT IN THE DARK?!?!?)

-kimi no na wa’s english title is literally ‘your name’ (the idea that something as simple as someone calling your name is enough to transcend time and space and bring back lost memories… what the fuck)

hahahahaha see even just one of these common trope-y things is enough to scream ‘ROMANCE’ for each of these couples! Japanese romantic tropes! Extra as hell, amirite? most couples only need one! Hell, two would be overkill. That’d just be, like, ADVERTISING to the entire world what ur endgame pairing is. You might as well draw a red string of fate between them and call ‘em soulmates!!!

I mean, imagine if you had all of those three tropes applied to just ONE couple! Bit heavy-handed, yeah? pffft, no mangaka in their right minds would do THAT! Right? RIGHT?!

jesus christ i am so tired 

freak like me | min yoongi

Summary: She was the girl in class nobody knew, at least, that what she thought. She wanted to leave, to leave the darkness that engulfed her mind, the home that could kill a girl. Min Yoongi was her muse, and that hot of a minute, she needed his entire being. But then, her muse came to her and said the words she’s always wanted to hear: “Come to California, baby. Get me what I want.”

Word Count: 2k 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader 

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No one I know really knows what the hell “True Monster” means so i just threw my favorite body horror aesthetic characteristics onto one character :^)

Their name is Interrobang, a punctuation monster. They can split into their two parts (Question and Exclamation) and meld back together whenever. 

Question is very conniving and phrases everything they say as a question even when it shouldn’t be, while Exclamation doesn’t have an inside voice and is very flamboyant and obnoxious. Together they form a very annoying pair.

The Bar is Where I Go

A Bucky Barnes One Shot

Inspired by Ed Sheeran’s Shape of You

Bucky’s POV


The club isn’t the best place to find a lover…

I think the brightest lights I’ve ever seen are in this damned nightclub. Screw Stark for opening a club. Screw Nat for making me come. And screw those fucking strobe lights.

“Enjoying yourself Barnes?” Tony comes over to the table I’ve inhabited, smirking as he notices my obvious displeasure.

“Immensely,” I huff at him, glaring up through my bangs.

“Lighten up Buck!” Natasha comes sauntering over holding a pair of drinks. “Here, try yourself,” she says winking as she places a glass in front of me.

“What the hell are you talking about Nat?”

“She’s talking about one of the club’s most popular drinks…. The Winter Soldier. Clever right? There’s also The Black Widow and one I have cleverly named The Night Cap.”

This is too much. I know if I open my mouth I’ll say something Steve will chastise me for tomorrow. It takes all my self control to not punch Tony in his stupid grinning mug. I shove myself up from my seat glaring at my snickering teammates as I sulk off.

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Disaster Finds You So Easily

pairing: Ivar x OFC

fandom: vikings

warning: AU

A/N: So historically speaking, it is not quite clear where Ivar got his name ‘boneless’ from. There are a few different theories about it, ranging from diseases to false translation.

So, this time I chose to take another one of those, so that’s why Ivar can walk in this story.

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk


“What’s going on?”
When I came to the university this morning the front gates where crawling with people. I didn’t know what the hell was going on so when I saw my friend standing among the crowd I quickly headed over to her.
“Didn’t you hear? They say he’s some sort of a prince and he’s going to go to our uni! Can you believe that?”
“Oh come on…” I roll my eyes and sigh at her, “That’s got to be a bad joke. Why does everyone believe these rumours so easily.”
“Why can’t you believe something for once without questioning it?” She retorts but her eyes are already fixed at the spectacle in front of her again.
“Because it’s stupid to believe everything without questioning it…” I mumble as I let my hands run through my hair. “I’ll have a class soon, see you later."  


I take my usual spot at the back of the class, being at least 15 minutes too early and get out my phone. First few hours were in the laboratory, meaning a small group with few people around. Just the way I like it because huge crowds were never really my thing.
The room slowly fills with people, the same familiar faces everyday. When the teacher walks in he is accompanied by someone I don’t know yet. Though I did catch a glimpse of him earlier. The so called prince.
The whole room immediately gets louder, whispers starting as he stands in front of the class while the teacher introduces him as our new classmate.
Just my luck, of course I got to have the attention drawing one in my class. One of the few quiet places around campus.


"The name’s Ivar.”
He tells everyone with a sweet smile that looks all but honest.
He was handsome yes, with his gemstone like blue eyes and the curly black hair. I could see why everyone was making a fuss but there was something else about him that wasn’t so easy to pinpoint just yet. A glimmer of something darker lying beyond all this beauty and fake smiles.
He catches me staring and when our eyes meet he gives me that look, like he knows exactly what I was thinking just now. I shiver slightly and quickly look away. My imagination clearly got the better of me.


Or not. Because after introducing himself he walks straight to the end of the room, taking the seat next to me even though there are enough empty seats all over.
“What’s your name?”
“Arna.” I say, turning my head back to the front and pretending to listen to the professor.  
He’d have none if it and kept staring at me from the side, “You don’t like me, huh?”
“What makes you think that?” I try to keep the sarcasm out of my voice as best as I can but I’m pretty sure he still recognized it as what it was.  
He chuckles next to me and when I look over again there’s nothing left of the false friendliness he showed me just seconds ago.
“I was just waiting for someone like you…” He twirls his pen between his fingers while his eyes bore into mine, “…we’ll have so much fun. I bet I won’t get bored at all with you around to play.”
Somehow I highly doubted that I would be the one on the receiving end of said fun. He was in my class for what? 10 minutes? And I already managed to make me his target. Great job, really.

Dreams Turn Into Reality (Part 1)(Jerome Valeska Imagine)

Summary: After Jerome’s escape from Arkham Asylum he goes to visit his best friend Y/N (yes that’s your name right there). But somethings off, and after what you tell him  he wants to make sure that your dreams surely comes to reality. 

Pairing: Jerome x Reader 

Warnings!!!!: Swearing, mentions of rape and lots of details about torture! If don’t like then please do not read!!!!

Song:  Cake (Melanie Martinez) I dunno? I think it would suit this imagine, and plus who doesn’t like Melanie Martinez?

Fandom: Gotham

Season: Season 2

Originally posted by gotham-daily

Jerome was excited to see his girl. He hasn’t seen you in hell knows how long? The last time you spoken in person was about her father Grey. 

Grey wasn’t the nice guy you would want to meet, especially if it’s your crushes parent. He is the least expected guy to meet ever! Jerome hated him with all means and he had a good reason too. He wanted him dead, anything to keep you from harm. Especially from that son of a bitch. 

He reached to her broken, old, shitty apartment of yours. The building really did look unsecured, unsteady and looked like it would clasped any second now. He looked at your window to see if it was opened and to his luck it was. 

He smiled as he went over to the fire escape and climbed up to your window. Once he reached her window he slide the window opened. 

A warm smile escaped his lips as he climbed inside the window. He turned around to shut the window close and turned around to see your room. 

It wasn’t much, especially when you’re living with her father. You were lucky to have a bed, a warm blanket and a couple of pillows. But you were lucky to have a bed to sleep in and a place to live, for now. 

He’s gonna hopefully try to convince you to come with him and live with him. He couldn’t care about all of the insane people there, or how wanted he is, and that he didn’t even ask Theo if you can live with him. Oh well! 

All he cares is your safety and care. If Greenwood goes anywhere near you or even looks at you, he’ll make sure to murder that son of a bitch. Partner or not he should know that you are Jerome’s. He’ll make sure that you’re his soon enough. 

But he was pulled from his trains of thoughts when he heard sobbing. And it was yours. He knew he couldn’t go out there to save you because of your father and how wanted he is. He desperately wanted too but he knew he couldn’t risk there friendship either. 

He heard footsteps coming towards the bedroom and he quickly hid in the wardrobe and closed the door. 

He watched you run in your room and closing the door behind you as you cried. Your face is full of your tears and loud sobs were heard. Why are you crying? You looked so unhappy. You looked so fragile and harmless. 

All he wanted to do was run out of the wardrobe and hug you to death. To kiss you passionately and to tell you that everything will be alright. But he would lie if he said that to you. And he couldn’t hug or kiss you because you aren’t his. But soon you will be. 

Jerome watched you as you clasped on the bed, crying. Your cries made him feel upset as well. He never wanted to see you like this, not ever. And he made sure to make it his goal not to see you like this ever again. 

He opens the wardrobe door and quietly walks over to you. Your face was deep in too the pillow as you continued to sob. Jerome crawled onto the bed as he hovered over you as he rubbed your back in a circle. His face was close to your own as he continued to rub patterns on you back as you began to calm down. 

You thought that you were imagining all of this. Like your guardian angel has came to comfort you, maybe even get you out of here? But what you didn’t know that this imagine is reality, and it wasn’t any angel more like the devil’s son. 

“Y/N? What happened?” He asked you in an smoothing, comforting whisper. You turned away from your pillow slowly and looked at Jerome with an wide expression on your sad features. Light had shown in your E/C as you saw the red head herself. You weren’t imagining it, it was real. He was really here.

“Jerome!” You said in an exciting tone that was almost an yell. Your arms wrapped around his torso and your head rested on his neck as soft sobs still could be heard. 

Jerome felt weird, that you were hugging him. He never had anyone hug him like what you’re doing. But he felt safe and happy. He slowly returns the favour/favor of hugging you back. He began to make small patterns on your back once again as he tried to calm you down. And it worked too. 

You both stayed like that for a couple of minutes but felt like hours. He wanted to stay in this position forever, but forever is a long time. Especially in this City. There are things that need to be done but fuck them.

“How did you escape?” You suddenly asked curiously as he chuckled. He sits down on the bed with his legs crossed as an smiled appeared on his face.

“Oh! Haven’t you heard! About the Arkham breakout? Probably not since your bitch of a dad can’t let you watch TV. But I’ll tell ya anyways. Me and some other inmates escaped from that hell hole and the person that got us out was Theo Galaven himself. Ha ha! But when I escaped all I wanted to do was to see your face, doll.” He confessed as you smiled weakly and a small scarlet colour was visible on your cheeks. 

But soon your blush fades and she became quiet as an mouse. He soon caught on your silent tone as worry started to hit him. 

“Y/N, are you alright?” He asked as he touched your cheek with his hand. You instantly fell for the touch as you looked up at him. You bite your lip nervously as you started to cry again. “Y/N please tell me.” He begged as he started to get worried about you. You never acted like this, especially when you’re around him. 

“A-a couple of hours ago… M-my father… H-h-he…” You said as you became very nervous and sad. Major flashbacks came back to you as you became scared. Jerome noticed this. 

“You don’t need to be scared, gorgeous. I’m here for you. Please tell me what happened. I hate seeing you upset.” He confessed as both of his hands were in your own. Silence fell between them as none of them spoken for awhile. Jerome was starting to feel worried about you, and he never worries about anyone. You never acted like this ever, and it was starting to freak him out. You take a deep breath and looked up at him. 

“He used me as one of his sex toys Jerome. He used me as one of his entertainment. He used me his own fucking daughter to have fucking sex with! An innocent girl to have fucking sex with! He fucking basically raped me Jerome! I’m not a piece of cake, I’m no one’s piece of cake!” You snapped as Jerome jumped a little. You looked up at him as something shown in your eyes. Darkness and danger and anger formed in them, something that Jerome never seen before. 

Jerome frowned as he felt his blood boiled up. Why would your own father use you for his own fucking entertainment? That’s just wrong! Jerome felt hatred thoughts flowing through him as he became angry and horrible. He wanted to kill this man for once and for all. He couldn’t care less about how wanted he is he wanted what was best for you.

“I want to give him a taste of his own fucking medicine!” You suddenly blurted out, unexpectedly. Jerome smirked a little as curiosity came to his mind. 

“And what would that be doll?” He asked as you looked up at him with an glare. You nervously bite your bottom lip as you looked down at your hands and started to fiddle with them.

“Do you really want to know? Like I mean I don’t want you to thi-“ 

"Doll, you helped me with my whore of a nagging mother, remember? So why would I think anything crazy about you? So now I’m gonna return the favour/favor. So mind tell me your ‘medicine’ for your bitch daddy.” He said as a smile escaped his lips. You looked at him with an nervous expression. But soon you pushed that aside as an small smile returned to your lips.

“I want to torture the fucking bastard. To prove him that he messed with the wrong girl. I want to torture him with an blade or anything and slowly cut the sensitive, hot flesh as the blood slowly escapes from his grasp, demanding freedom. Hearing his high pitched screams as he begs for mercy as I continue with the blade. Cut every little vain off of his body as he cry in agony and sorrow. Then he’ll learn not to mess with me.” You said in an dirty tone as you began to imagine it. A small smile on your lips made him tell that you were picturing it happing. 

Jerome’s eyes widen in shock and disbelief. He never thought ‘that’ will ever come out of your sweet lips. Those types of thoughts even entered your sweet and caring innocent little mind. 

But soon shock and disbelief turned into excitement and joy. He wanted to kill the bastard for exactly how long? And he was finally thrilled that you wanted to do the same. Well thank bloody goodness! He laughed as you looked up at him with confusion.

“What?” You asked as his laughter died down but his smirk never left his lips. 

“Oh doll! That was the best thing I’ve heard all day! And why not make that dream… turn into reality?” He said as he tapped your nose playfully.

You soon looked down with an downer look. You sighed as you looked at him. 

“Jerome… I can’t though. His the only family I have and I’m lucky enough to be living under a roof… Barley.” You confessed as Jerome’s thoughts turned into confusion. 

Why on earth would you not want to kill this son of a bitch? Surely he does! But why can’t you see that he’s not the best one to live with! He does these horrible things and you still wants to stay with him? 

“Y/N… Do you really want to live with this bastard? The bastard that fucking abuse the shit out of you since you can even remember? The bastard that makes you his little fucking slave and you gets him what the fuck he wants? The bastard that made you one of his fucking sex toys for Christ sake! Do you really want to have a life like this? With that fuck bag? Surely I don’t. And I think you don’t either?” He said as you paused. You nodded as you agreed to him. 

“How about this doll. Since I hate the bitch that’s 'apparently’ called your 'father’. I wanted to kill him ever since you told me about him. And I definitely know that you do because of your reactions from him. You should stay with me. So you can have an better life. And you can be safe and far away from that fuck twit. And I can look after you and we can always see each other.” He asked as you paused once again. 

You don’t know. You always wanted to be with Jerome and away from your fucked up father any day. But if your father found out that you ran away what if he finds you and beats the living shit out of you? You just wasn’t sure. 

“Jerome you know I would go with you any fucking day but… What if he finds me?” You asked him as he chuckled. 

“Remember what you said earlier that you wanted to torture your daddy?” He asked you, you nodded. “Well I said it once and I’ll say it again. Let’s make that dream turn into reality, babe.” He said husky as you looked up at him with unsure. But soon your unsure turned into a smirk, an insane smirk. 

Let’s make my dream turn into reality? Hmm sounds like fun and looks fun. But what about the police? What if they come here and finds out that I did it and they send me to Arkham? I don’t want to go to Arkham.” You said as Jerome hummed and smirked. 

“Well let’s talk about that uh doll.” He said in an low tone as you smirked. An insanity smirk.

(I’m sorry for any spelling mistakes and my grammar is wrong, sorry if Jerome is out of character too, this was also an Jerome x OC before but oh well)

Dreams Turn Into Reality (Part 2)

Dreams Turn Into Reality (Part 3)

Dreams Turn Into Reality (Final Part)

The Love Club (Peter Parker)

Originally posted by katmcnamara


Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warning: Cursing, Violence
Summary: Peter has been trying to take down a gang of robbers for the past few weeks, but never gets close to catching them because his rival, another hero by the name of Vagabond (the reader), is always one step ahead of him. 
Author: Dizzy
A/N: Anonymous requested number 2: “Listen here, asshole, if you think telling me what I’m doing is wrong, think again cause I can do a hell of a lot worse than slitting a throat.”

Masterlist Request a Prompt


Peter stood, clad in his Spider-man suit, on the edge of the building, watching as a gang of men rushed into a closed jewelry store. He had recognized the group by their outfits, suits of black with a single red heart on their sleeves.

The newspapers called them The Love Club while Peter called them just plain criminals. 

It was then that he spotted his rival, Vagabond, a young woman in a skin tight black suit fit with gadgets and fire red dyed hair. She, she was always chasing after The Love Club, always tripping them up, but never succeeding in capturing them while Peter couldn’t even get close to catching them. 

With the flick of a wrist, Peter shot a web before him, swinging down just as Vagabond slipped into the jewelry store behind the gang. 

But, he was not as swift as his rival and ended up crashing through the glass window of the store. 

“Well that’s one hell of a way to make an entrance.” Peter chuckled, shooting a web at one of the man. “Looks like you’re in a sticky situation.” 

He then heard a small groan as he saw red flash past out of the corner of his eye. 

Another man took a shot at Peter, missing his head by a few inches and ending up tangled in another one of Peter’s webs. 

That was when a man screamed, causing Peter to turn his attention to Vagabond, who had her arms around a man’s head as she slit his throat, blood splattering onto her and the area around her. 

“Shut up, goddammit! Wanna wake the whole neighborhood?!” She hissed as she dropped the man’s body, turning to the man that started to charge at her, causing her to throw a knife, hitting his jugular perfectly.

“What the hell are you doing?” Peter cried. “You’re not supposed to kill them!”

“Oh shit, it’s Spiderboy, here to save the city from crime and the forces of evil.” Vagabond mocked, retrieving her knife from the neck of the dead man.

Peter winced at the gory sight and the young woman’s lack of emotion towards what she was doing.

“You’re supposed to fight crime, not kill it.”

“Who said that? The Hero’s Handbook?”

“N-no. It’s just common knowledge of crime fighting.”

“Listen here, asshole, if you think telling me what I’m doing is wrong, think again cause I can do a hell of a lot worse than slitting a throat.” Vagabond snapped, pointing her bloody knife at the other hero.

“Well, sorry if I want to do the job right.”

“Doing the job right? There’s no right way to do this job, now come on, Spidey, we better get the fuck on outta here if we don’t wanna be here when the cops gotta clean up our mess.”

“Correction; your mess.” Peter replied in a snarky tone, the other hero pissing him off.

Vagabond rolled her eyes. “Whatever. You coming or not?”

Peter groaned. “I’m coming.”

He followed the woman out of the building and into the alleyway as she removed her red wig. He thought that was just her hair color, but he was wrong and her h/l h/c hair fell free as she continued to remove her mask, walking far ahead of Peter.

“What’s your name?” She asked, not looking back at him.

“Spiderman.”

“Not your superhero name, dumbass, I meant your real one.”

“It’s, uh, Peter.”

“Damn, I knew it.”

“Knew what?”

Vagabond turned around with a smile, revealing her face to Peter who felt a gasp rise in the back of his throat.

“What’s up, Parker?”

“Y/N?! You’re Vagabond?!” Peter asked, astounded by the fact that his best friend was his rival.

“In the flesh. Now, tell me, Peter, why didn’t you tell me you were the spider?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were the misfit of a hero?”

“You never asked.” Y/n smirked. “Well, now that we know our alter egos, do you wanna go get shawarma? There’s a really good place down the street.”

“How can you eat after all that blood?” Peter questioned, a chill going down his spine.

“You can never underestimate the appetite of a young hero.”

  • Mahiru: We were thinking maybe somebody's got to tell Licht-san that he got the definition of angel wrong.
  • Hyde: And what suicidal idiot did you have in mind to do that?
  • Kuro: Well your name kept coming up.
Stay Close || Part II || Newt

Originally posted by molzies-fanfics

Summary: VERY SHORT rewritten version of the Scorch Trials, with the reader snuck in the plot.

Pairing: Reader x Newt

Word Count: 1,105 

Warnings: None

A/N: I don’t know what the hell this is.

MASTERLIST || SUBMIT A REQUEST || Part I

“I don’t know, man, I don’t trust him,” Minho whispered, and Thomas and Newt nodded in agreement.

It had all been a blur, first losing almost all your friends in the Maze, then being put in this peculiar place where they fed you well and gave you a place to rest. They all seemed to be led by a man by the name of Janson, who was rendered suspicious by your friends.

They all sat on the edge of their beds, formulating a plan while you were forced to lie down by Newt and get some rest. However, all you could do was stare at the top bunk, listening to their hushed words, embracing Newt whose back was to you as he talked to the others.

Newt’s hands toyed with your arm as he shifted in his seat. “Tommy, we don’t even know what’s out there. We’re treated well here, we’re safe.” His voice softened. “I can’t make Y/N suffer anymore, Tommy.”

“Newt, bud, if Thomas really saw what he said he saw, Y/N’s going to suffer more here than she will anywhere else,” Minho said, jumping down from his top bed. “I care about her too, shank. But Thomas is right. We need to leave. I don’t want us to risk losing anyone else.”

Newt exhaled in frustration. “Fine.” He said, his voice trembling. “What’s your plan?” You took this as an opportunity to sit up and rub Newt’s back comfortingly.

“Aris knows this place from the cafeteria to the exit. I say  we take that route and let Aris take the lead.”

“Let a complete stranger take the lead? Then what, Tommy?” you continued comforting him, attempting to shush Newt silently.

“Newt, we haven’t known what’s going on for as long as we can remember. We have to just work with what we have.” Frypan reasoned.

“Yeah, that’s what we’ve been bloody doing for four buggin’ years! And I’m shuck tired of it!” Newt exclaimed in exasperation. Then he stayed silent. “Sorry. Get on with your bloody plan, none of us know klunk anyways.” He began to lie back on the bed, looking up, avoiding your gaze. You didn’t speak until everyone was settled in bed, and that didn’t happen until after Thomas set his idea clearly.

“Newt, baby, calm down, okay?” you whispered, stroking his cheek.

His eyebrows scrunched. “I can’t risk your life again. Not after Chuck and Alby…” he trailed off.

“Thomas doesn’t know what’s happening either, Newt. He needs your support as much as I need it.” You joined him now, pressing your cheek against the blade of his shoulder.

Newt hummed. “But Tommy and I… we don’t share the same priority.” he snaked his muscular arms around you. “His priority is to make sure everyone stays alive… mine is to make sure nothing ever touches you except me.”

“We’re gonna find a way out of this mess, Newt… just stay alive.”

“I love you.” He turned to face you. These nights outside the Maze, he always had nightmares about basically everything unless he holds you. So you smiled as he squeezed you against him and pressed his lips to your forehead.

“I love you, too.” You placed your hand on his back.

After what felt like an eternity, Newt had pleasant dreams that night.

-

“Hey, lover boy, rise and shine,” Minho called, shaking him abruptly, then he whispered to him. “Act natural. We’ll get the hell out of here and make a run for it when we go for breakfast. Pack some water and whatever. Make sure it’s light.”

And those were the last, sane words you heard for a very, very long time.

Apparently, the outside world was a deserted wasteland. After a wild two days, you found the Right Arm – where the girls who supposedly stayed in Aris’s Maze got settled in. You smiled to yourself. You and Newt could build a new life here.

After three days, you got quite comfortable with this place you’re learning to identify as your home. You began socializing with the other girls, who were very lovely. But just a day in, it hit you like a ton of bricks.

These girls are really pretty, you think, turning to Sonya, who was chatting with Newt and Minho. And she’s giving Newt the heart eyes.

It was true. The girl was being a little too touchy, and of course, Minho noticed. You caught him subtly pushing Newt gently away from Sonya, which was quite touching, really, because you caught Minho stealing a glance at you and winking.

However, Newt was oblivious as can be. He still had his warm exterior and he laughed politely at all of her jokes. You shrugged it off, though, but the burn of insecurity in your chest couldn’t be ignored. You took this opportunity to sneak to one of the tents that had an old mirror. You stared.

There was no way you could compare to Sonya or any other girl here.

“Y/N?” Newt slipped in the tent, looking at you in confusion. “…what are you doing?”

You shook your head, not looking at him. You felt his calloused hands on your stomach and his lips on your neck.

“This is the first time I saw the two of us like this…” Newt muttered against your lips. “Beautiful.”

Without even thinking about it, you scoffed.

Newt paused. “So, Min was right. You are upset.”

You made what sounded like a whining sound. “I swear, Minho’s gonna pay-“

“I’m sorry, love. Please do tell me what I did.”

You looked at your feet, but you could still feel Newt’s eyes on you.

“It’s Sonya, isn’t it?”

“Newt, everyone here has been talking about ‘the Brit with the limp’…I just don’t want to lose you to them.”

“That’s just the biggest piece of klunk I have ever heard.” Newt sat down on the nearest chair and gestured to his lap, telling you to sit.

You took your place on his lap and you trembled as he breathed on your neck and snaked his arms around your waist. “I have nothing to say about it, love. Just that I’m bloody sorry for making you feel that way. I should have made it clear that I can’t have eyes for someone who isn’t you. I can’t.

He looked at you with passionate eyes before continuing. “I’m gonna build us a life, love, I promise you. You can give me as many buggin’ children you want and I’ll take care of you no matter what.”

And that is how you knew for sure that Newt would risk anything for you.

Drunk Trespassing (Gender Neutral)

Honestly, this is my third time writing this because my computer hates me. 


Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Word Count: 1659
Prompt: “It was 1am, you were in my backyard drunk and petting my dog, when I tried to ask you why you are here you threw up, 15 minutes later you were passed out on my couch. Now, what’s your name and why the hell was you in a stranger’s backyard at 1am?”
Warnings: N/A

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  • Weiss: Have the rest of you seen how big the 'ship' list is now?
  • Yang: WHAT THE ABSOLUTE F**K!? There's so many! Damn these people are creative as hell!
  • Ruby: I can barely come up with names for our combat moves and these guys come up with them like that. Aww Seamonkey's, that's my new favourite.
  • Blake: I like how there's three different ones for Coco and Velvet. Crosshairs, Chocolate Bunny, Nesquick.
  • Weiss: I still think the best one is Nuts and Dolts.
  • Yang: Ah it doesn't matter which one is best so long as these guys have fun pairing people from our world up.
Coffee Shop -Chpt. 3

The coffee shop seemed especially busy the next day. Almost everyone that came in seemed in a bad mood and it began getting to you fast. You rushed around making orders and calling out names. Hoseok hadn’t shown up yet, he was now almost an hour late. You huffed out a gust of air when everyone in line was taken care of. You looked up to see Hoseok and Taehyung walk through the doors laughing hysterically. You glared at the pair almost ready to punch Hoseok for being so late. You grabbed his arm and dragged him to the back.

“What the actual hell Jung Hoseok!? You are an hour late and left me to deal with all the customers. Do you have any idea how shitty that is?” You ranted at him trying to keep your voice low so no customers heard you from the cafe front.

“I’m sorry. Me and Tae were good friends a while ago but he left for about 2 years. I just wanted to spend some time with him.” He gave you puppy eyes but you just glared at him.

“You can spend time with him on your days off.” You shoved his apron into his arms and stormed out of the back over to Taehyung. “Excuse me. May I speak with you?”

“Sure.” He jerked forward as you pulled him outside the shop.

“Okay I get you two are friends and all but Hoseok has a job to do, so if you don’t mind, don’t keep him from it! I’ve had to deal with shitty customers with no help what so ever because you were running around with Hoseok who knows where.” Emotions came pouring out of you as you scolded the boy. He just smiled at you letting out a gentle laugh showing off his rectangle smile. You cocked your head at his calm reaction.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll keep that in mind.” He just smiled and bowed slightly. He went back into the shop and took his usual seat. You were dumbfounded. He just accepted it and agreed. You’d practically told him he can’t hang out with his friend and he just said okay. You looked into the window and saw him working on his drawing again.

You walked back into the shop and got behind the counter. You smiled at the next customer that entered and began taking orders again.

By the end of the day it began to rain. You didn’t prepare for it and now walked in the pouring rain. You ran down the sidewalk trying to get out of the rain. YoonSoo had invited you to his place this morning and you decided to surprise him by showing up earlier than planned. You showed up and happily shakes off a bit of water before stepping in. You immediately froze in your spot and eyes widen. The air was think and grew dark as you listened.

Your ears were filled with the sounds of a girl moaning loudly. You prayed it wasn’t what you were thinking. You walk up the stairs and head down the hall to his room. You opened the door and gasped. YoonSoo laid in bed with a girl who was shocked to see your presence. “YoonSoo someone is there.”

He turned his head irritated but softened when his eyes met yours. “(Y/n)! Oh shit!”

Without thinking you ran down the stairs and headed for door. You caught sight of his keys and picked them up. He rushed down the stairs pleading with you. “Baby it’s not what it looks like.”

“How fucking cliche!” You rolled your eyes and looked at his keys. You found the spare you’d given him and took it off. Ignoring his yelling. You’d noticed it’d gone from apologize to insults. Tears pricked your eyes at his cruel words. 

You ran down the road and all the way to the front of the coffee shop. It’d been closed for a bit now so no one was there. You sat down on one of the cold metal chairs and finally broke down sobbing. YoonSoo had been your boyfriend for so long now and he just cheats on you? Why was this happening to you? What did you do to deserve this mess?

You sobbed into your hands shaking from your sadness and the cold wind that blew. Your heart pounded in your chest and your lungs rattled. Your legs trembled. You could only sit and shake wildly in the uncomfortable chair.

You jerked back when a hand rested on your shoulder. You looked up expecting YoonSoo but met with the drenched Taehyung. His face showed he was worried and you quickly gathered yourself and tried to greet him. “H-Hello Taehyung.”

“You’re crying.” He stated bluntly. You looked to him and couldn’t stop the tears that fell. Taehyung grabbed you and pulled you up into his arms. “And freezing cold. Come on.”

He began pulling you along keeping you close to him. You came unfamiliar with the part of town and shakily asked. “Where are we going?”

Taehyung looked down at you and smiled. “I’m taking you to my place. I won’t leave you out here in the pouring rain dressed so poorly.”

He took you to an apartment building and lead you into what you assumed was his. He rushed to his room but came back with a pair of sweats and a shirt and hoodie. “Change into these. Get you outta those wet clothes. Bathroom is over there.” He pointed over to the bathroom door and you walked in quickly  changing and relaxing into his hoodie. 

You walked back out still holding your wet clothes. When you looked he was laying on the couch and yawned. He stood up and took them and threw them into the washer. “I’ll have them ready for you tomorrow, Okay?”

“I…can’t stay here. I don’t know you very well and it would be rude.” You hung your head.

He laughed and looked at you. “I don’t mind. You were in the freezing rain I had to help out. You can sleep in my bed tonight.”

After a bit of arguing you finally gave up and agreed to sleep in his bed for the night. You crawled under the blankets and sighed getting comfortable. You were almost asleep when the bed sunk in behind you and Taehyung crawled in next to you. You were so out of it you didn’t take notice to it and quickly fell asleep. A light pressure felt on your temple that fled quickly.