a face in the crowd

Forget staring them down, straight up ignore them. Delete everything about them from every platform. Toss everything they gave you into the trash. Smash your history, forget your past. They aren’t worth your memories, your thoughts, your attention. Someday, you’ll glance over their face in a crowd and you won’t know who they are. That’s when it will sting them the most.

Hurt| Liam Dunbar

Requested by anon:

“Could you write an imagine where the reader defends Liam when Gabe and Nolan are beating him up and then ends up getting hurt as well and the end is super fluffy

Hope you like it anon and as always feedbacks are always appreciated.

(I know it’s bad and I am soryy but please tolerate me)

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Originally posted by fytwolf

Beacon Hills was a strange town, everybody knew that. However, when you hear that some of the kids that were at your school were werewolves you just thought that everybody had finally lost their minds.

Werewolves weren’t real. They just existed in scary stories and in legends.

You heard about the werewolves the first time from Gabe at lunch. He wasn’t your friend, you found him quite annoying, but your friend insisted that he was hot so you had to sit with him every day at lunch.

He started rambling about some students being monsters with big teeth and glowing eyes and as soon as you heard the word werewolf you rolled your eyes and got back to your book, but something triggered your interest, a name.

Liam Dunbar.

When he started talking about Liam you could see the hate in his eyes. You grabbed your book and your backpack and left the table heading towards your next class, tired of his bullshit. You turned the corner and walked into the empty classroom and sitting at your favourite place at the back of the class.

The ring of the bell startled you. You looked around, all of your classmates rushed to get their things together and finally go home but you liked to take your time so you sighed and got up from your chair slowly.

By the time you were done collecting your things the room was empty and you walked through the door and into the corridors with a small smile. A loud crash caught your attention and you turned to the biology lab.

Slowly approaching the room you saw something that made you sick. Gabe and Nolan were beating a bloody and defenseless Liam. Mason was being held back by some other kids and everybody was staring at the scene without saying a word.

“What the fuck are you doing Gabe? Leave him alone.” You yelled at them.

Gabe turned towards you and left Liam to Nolan, he scanned you from head to toe and then fixated his eyes on your face, annoyance the only emotion coming out of them.

“Go away, Y/N, I don’t wanna hurt you.”

You gasped, shocked at him. How dare he talking to you like that, like you weren’t big enough to understand?

You pushed further into the crowd and when you faced him you pushed him.

“Don’t you dare talking to me like that, and most important don’t you dare laying a single finger on him again, he has done nothing bad, he doesn’t deserve this, nobody does.”

Gabe chuckled, a malicious sparkle shining from his eyes.

“Little Y/N got a crush?”

Everybody around you chuckled, some loudly, some trying not to get caught. You turned around and stared and each one of them, disgusted. You could hear Gabe’s laugh at you back. It was the most repulsing laugh you have ever heard and something snapped in you. You raised your hand and slapped him, everyone gasped around you.

“How dare you?”

He grabbed you by your collar and threw you against the wall, the impact making you wince, something hot dripping down your neck.

“Do not challenge me again.”
He left you and you fell to the floor. You moaned and touched the back of your head, a unbearable pain paralyzed you.

You felt the urge to throw up and your sight was full of black dots.
Someone bursted from the door and turned around to see a very angry coach yelling at everybody.

He stepped closer to Liam and looked at him for a moment but then he turned around and walked out of the classroom with all the students.

“Are you okay?”

Liam reached for you and held your hand, your head suddenly feeling less heavy and the pain more bearable. Mason took off his jacket and pressed it behind your head.

“Why did you do it?”

“You’re a good person Liam, you didn’t deserve that.”

“Thank you”


@thesaraaaaahpfan @tvdtotwfanforever

there were a lot of references in the new video, did you catch them all? let’s take a look.

1. nils sjoberg

remember that time she wrote a song with calvin harris but used a different name? this is that name, on one of the gravestones. after releasing that she had actually written the summer hit “this is what you came for,” calvin harris, among others, threw a fit on twitter - even though it had been agreed that if calvin and taylor broke up, she could express that she had written the song.

2. the out of the woods dress

this blue dress probably looks familiar! it’s the same one she wore in the out of the woods music video, the last music video of the 1989 era. this poses the same frantic question, are we out of the woods yet? as this grave-digging taylor suggests, not yet.

3. here lies 2014 met gala taylor

at first glance, it just looks like the taylor from before laying there, but after pausing it and going back, one realizes that isn’t zombie taylor, rather 2014 met gala taylor. 2014 would have been the start of the 1989 era, and the out of the woods video was the end of it, thus: by the end of 1989 era, she was ready to “bury” it.

4. the dollar bill

if you look just next to taylor’s shoulder, you can see a good ole george washington. one single dollar bill. is this a reference to taylor’s sexual assault trial recently, and the one dollar she won then? most likely, because if you go to other shots of her in the tub that aren’t directly above her, the dollar bill isn’t there, meaning it was edited in later, which would explain how it got there so late in the game. it stands for the simple victories everyone else gets to celebrate, while she does the same things and gets flack for it.

5. et tu brute

a famous line from shakespeare’s julius caeser, “et tu, brute” means “and you, brute?” right as marcus brutus lands the fatal blow in julius caeser’s, his once-friend’s back. this is a metaphor for all the people that taylor thought she could trust, before they turned around and trashed her name.

6. the tea

probably pretty simple to grasp - the tea is hot. alternatively, she, the snake in the video, gets to serve the tea this time around, or, she gets to lay down her side of the story.

7. car crash + paparazzi

did you see what happened here, at face value? taylor was in an expensive vehicle that got in a head-on crash, but everyone just stood back and took pictures, instead of rushing over to help. is this a reference to all the times that everyone stood back, took pictures, and laughed at her when she was beaten down? yes.

8. the grammy

the grammy blends in with the gold of the car and her outfit, so it’s pretty easy to miss, but there it is, in her hand, even though the car crashed. perhaps the future is being predicted?

9. the birdcage + leg tattoo

look closely at taylor’s leg, and you can see what looks to be a snake tattooed there. not to mention, here she is entertaining in a birdcage, which is guarded. she’s trying to have fun in this prison, biting her tongue, being the girl everyone wants, but she longs to be let free.

10. robbing a bank/stream co., blind for love

besides getting major harley quinn vibes, what else do we notice here? taylor swift robbing a vault, which says “stream company.” remember that time that taylor wrote an open letter to apple music and called her money hungry, even though she was taking her music off to benefit poorer artists? yes, we do. this is what she’s referencing here. also, her shirt says “blind for love” which makes sense, because she frequently refers to herself as a hopeless romantic, someone who opens theirselves up for love, even if it means getting hurt.

11. the squad

without explaining anything else, this scene can be described as a crowd of blank faced people, staring at taylor swift, who stands upon a stage looking menacing, and impressing one message upon the crowd: u, squad. it’s reminiscent of all the times people said taylor swift was over, because her friends, fans, or sales were fake or temporary. this is like a visual representation of the comments people made about taylor forcing people to do things for her to create the image she desired.

12. fake friends

and here we have the mannequins of the girls from the prior scene, chopped up. this one is pretty straight forward, these “friends” that taylor thought she had sometimes turned out to be more fickle and “fake” than she thought. also, can we talk about how taylor’s red boots are reminiscent of kinky boots? because yes.

13. the dancers, i heart ts

before taylor enters the room, the dancers are goofing around, but the second she comes in, the jump to attention, and rip off their jackets to reveal shirts that say “i heart ts.” it’s a throwback to when tom hiddleston wore a shirt with the same message on the fourth of july in 2016, and everyone said that she had forced him to wear it. it’s the same thing as before with the squad - the world decided that she had forced all these people to love her, not that they actually did.

14. the fight for glory

every time you pause this video, you come across a different taylor. squirrel pajamas wanegbt taylor, 2015 bbma’s taylor, 2014 acm’s taylor, wanegbt red tour taylor, 2016 new years rockin’ eve taylor, sparkly guitar fearless tour taylor, bleachella taylor, ballerina shake it off taylor, 2016 vma’s taylor… the list goes on and on. here, you can see them all fighting and clawing, trying to stand on top. it reminds me of “i don’t like your kingdom keys, they once belonged to me,” and the parallels between long live and new romantics in that line alone. all those times, she thought she’d made it to a point in her career where she could be respected as much as other artists in her tier, only to harshly realize she was going to get her name ran through the mud for doing the same thing as everyone else. the fight for glory is steep, and unfair.

15. junior jewels

looks familiar right? not quite! it is the same theme of the shirt, but look closely at the signatures - they’re signatures of actual people this time around. names like ed, selena, este, lena, blake, and ryan, among others, can be seen on her shirt, representing the true friends that stuck with her through her reputation being bashed.

16. “SHUT UP!”

here, all the different versions of taylor are repeating things that the media or other celebrities had said about her, until finally 2009 vma’s taylor repeated the same thing that 2017 taylor said in an instagram post - “i’d very much like to be excluded from this narrative.” the entire time, you can hear camera shutters going off and people chatting, presumably the rest of the world watching as she got torn apart. when vma’s taylor makes this final statement, all the other taylor’s, as well as what sounds to be an entire off-screen crowd, yell “SHUT UP” before the screen goes black. this is a powerful image, and it’s supposed to be. all the times she suffered, and people told her that she was overreacting, faking it, or doing it for publicity. if you feel remorse for seeing young taylor getting yelled at, or sorrow for the taylors falling when she said “because she’s dead,” you’re doing it right. 

nothing in this video was an accident.

if you’re angry at taylor for this video exposing things you said about her, or you’re repeating any of the words the versions of herself said at the end, you’re proving her point. her reputation was destroyed because people made a sport of making fun of her. and now, as taylor said, there will be no explanation, just reputation. 

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“You two could at least say hello,” Wymack said, somewhat aggrieved. 

“There’s no point,” Kevin said. “All they are is a distraction." 

"It’s called a support network. Look it up." 

"Thea is watching from South tonight,” Kevin said, looking to the elevated VIP box. It was too far away and too high up for Neil to make out any faces, but there was a small crowd gathered at the windowed walls already. Knowing the Court was here to watch them play sent a chill through Neil’s veins. Kevin dragged his stare back to Wymack’s face and said, “and my father comes to all of my games. That is enough." 

On Wymack’s other side, Abby’s gaze softened. Wymack’s jaw worked for a moment before he could say in an even tone, "Your mother would be proud of you." 

"Not just of me,” Kevin said in a rare bout of humanity.

-The King’s Men (All for the Game Book 3) by Nora Sakavic

my scene for the @giveyourbacktome-zine​! I had so much fun working on this and I was lucky to snag a #dadscene :D

She doesn’t like to be called babe because it’s sort of a lazy way of saying baby, she loved it when I called her by nicknames, babygirl, princess, tiger (because she wants to reincarnate into a tiger if she one day dies) beautiful, etc, she doesn’t like when others call her by her name, because she prefers “soph” but she loved it when I called her by her name and she sat there smiling at me for ages. Her favourite drinks are iced coffee, those frappe things from McDonald’s and rubicon (the mango one though) she loved coffee and I’ll never understand why. Shes insecure of her face and when You look at her too long she’ll cover it, she’s insecure of her body, though it’s perfect just the way it is to me, she’s insecure of her smile but I find it beautiful. No matter how many times I called her beautiful she didn’t once believe it because she believes she isn’t. No matter how many times I tried to prove to her she was beautiful she didn’t believe it. She’s insecure, she’s scared of being hurt, she’s scared of wasting time, she’s scared of putting her all into somebody to be left alone, her guard was up, even after I showed her the craziest amounts of love, because she’s afraid of letting people in and it’ll take her ages for her to be able to trust you and open up, the way she is stubborn drives me crazy because I want her to tell me what’s wrong but she won’t. She’s spend all night crying over me but has been happy for me the next day because whose wants to see a smile on my face, she will be emotional, she’ll cry, she’ll cry and lot, she won’t tell me she’s crying though because she’s scared to bring attention to herself. She gets jealous but only because she doesn’t want to see me with anybody else. She has days where all she wants to do is be alone and cry, there’s days she’ll have no motivation but all you need to do is try to be there for her regardless of how much she acts as though she doesn’t care because deep down she does and her pain is too much to explain so she’ll keep it in rather than tell me what’s wrong. She thinks she’s stupid and not intelligent (which I think and believe she is) and regardless of what i tell her she will never believe it, she always believes she isn’t enough but she is more than enough, I look at her and see my future, I look at her and it will physically hurts me because i know that she is worth much more yet she sticks around just for me, I think back to all the times I’ve hurt her and made her cry because of stupid arguments, I’ll look at her and my eyes will light up from the way her smile forms and the way her pupils dilate, the way she turns her head to the side so I won’t see her smiling or laughing. she never wants to see me upset, she may never say much but she knows, she wants to say things but her shyness takes over, she wants to be here for me but she will have no idea what to say, she will try her damn right hardest to be there for me and even though i don’t realise how much effort she puts in she will still carry on doing so. Even though I don’t thank her enough for making you happy she will still carry on doing so because she wants me to be happy. She never really speaks about what’s on her mind until i physically beg her to, she hates to talk of her past and her future and if I’m lucky she’ll tell me a story or two about her past, I need to pay attention because she hates to repeat herself, i need to reply to her like I’m interested or she’ll think i don’t care. She hates to talk of her future because it’s “depressing” because she doesn’t believe in herself but now is the part where i should interfere and motivate her to believe that everything she wants will be hers as long as she tries. She hates it when i give her “positivity rants” on the phone because it makes her overthink. She hates feeling like I’m not paying attention to her. She hates when I don’t realise everything you do for her. She hates feeling depressed and alone so i much bring as much happiness to her as possible, she hates knowing that I’m not okay. she loves sci-fi movies and that’s another thing I’ll never understand why she loves but when we’re married I’ll sit with her through 3 hour sci-fi movies because it’ll put a smile on her face and I’d do anything for that, She loves to mess and play with her hair, she is so downright passionate about photography and she loves relating to somebody, she loves when I know things about her, she loves having deep meaningful conversations, she sometimes stays up until stupid o clock to check up on me and to see if I’m okay or just to speak to me because she craves me and the feelings I give her. She stays up some nights doing things for me which I would never expect and some nights she will cry herself to sleep because I upset her or because im not okay. She loves to play fight and she loves it when I look into her eyes and she loves it when I lay in bed with her and just talk absolute shit. She loves long walks and pleasing sights, she loves going to pretty places, she loves the nights and one day she would love to travel the world with the love of her life, even though she’s never been an an airplane before but it’s fine because neither have I. she would love a long car journey to wherever as long as it’s with somebody she loves, she loves old music and she loves to make you happy. She loves wearing casual clothes and rarely ever wants to look “feminine” but I love it because its her character and who she is and she will never change that. She will make me happy even if I’m not making her happy because she loves me and will do anything to see a smile on my face. She doesn’t like going to busy places like concerts or crowds etc, she loves dogs and practically develops bonds with them, she dislikes her dog because she’s ‘boring’ but she still loves her and sees her as a sister, because she’s grown up with her. She is sometimes so full of life and so happy that its literally contagious, her smile makes me smile and her laugh is honestly the best sound ever, I see my future every time I look deeply into her eyes and i realise that she is worth so much more than me yet she sticks around, once she loved me she has not once stopped, ever since that day 3 years ago. Sometimes she will act heartless but only because she wants me to show her that I care, sometimes she’ll cry and not tell me because she wants me to figure it out. She doesn’t like to be around many people, she doesn’t want to go to college because she hates the whole school vibe but I respect her for that because going straight for a apprenticeship takes guts, she doesn’t have many friends and although people think they know her, I can assure you they don’t, she will make you feel as though you know her but you really don’t, even I don’t know/understand her to the full extent, because she doesn’t really let anybody in unless she really wants to tell them something, she doesn’t really open up to anybody, she may talk a lot on the phone sometimes but in real life it is the complete opposite because she will become shy. She loves her dads car because of it’s blacked out windows so people can’t see her. I’d describe her as mysterious and as every single day which goes on I carry on learning more about her. She is the book I’ve opened and I will carry on reading her till I am finished reading her which will be never because she is an endless story. She loves it when I hype her up when she looks beautiful when I replay, screenshot and reply with endless emojis because her beauty takes away my breath. Sometimes she’ll have an attitude because she’s upset about something and she wants me to figure it out. But her attitude is nothing to fuck with at all because she can talkkkkk I assure you, she will fight her opinion onto you and she will make her point, but she won’t say a word in person, regardless of the arguments and regardless of the heartlessness she will love me entirely and will carry on doing so and I will never question that. Her heart is made of gold and she will always want what is best for me. I’d keep on going because this isn’t everything about her, if I could, but quite honestly I’d be going on for hours, I could never lie, me and her have made the most happiest and craziest memories together, and I could never doubt that. If forever does not last for me and her and you’re the next person who falls in love with her, take this all in and realise what you’re getting yourself into. Treat her well because she is honestly a queen, you’ll learn to love her, but let me assure you something, you will never love her half as much as I do. But for now and hopefully till forever, she is mine and I will carry on loving her till the day I die.
—  dedicated to my wife.
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A Face in the Crowd

Relationships:  Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Lucy Lane, Veronica Sinclair, Jess, Maggie Sawyer

Additional Tags: Rockstar AU, 2 Day snapshot

Inspired by: @cozysinner the rockstar au

Summary: Kara Danvers catches the attention of rock singer Lena Luthor when she attends a concert, she isn’t a VIP that night so Lena turns to Twitter to find her.

Lena stands off to the side putting a bud in her ear, barely able to listen to the opening act. This is nothing new, she’s always nervous before they perform on stage. Her stomach clenching as the crowd’s singing or cheering gets louder. It will be easier once she is out on stage it always is. But getting out on stage, that’s the hard part. Even if it is worth it. Even if she gets off the stage feeling happy, her face flushed, her body sweaty and her limbs heavy with content. It is still hard.

A bottle of water is handed to her by someone off to the side, she knows she should give them a smile but she just takes it, grateful for the cold against her skin and takes short measured drinks before replacing the cap and handing it off. Tightening her pony tail one last time she grabs the bass being handed to her and looks for her thumbs up that the opening act has cleared and they are on. Looking at the group they all nod and she puts on her smile. It’s time to start the show.

“GOOD EVENING NATIONAL CITY! HOW ARE WE TONIGHT?” Lena points the mic out to the crowd listening to the screams, her smile has already started to feel more genuine, the stage lights giving her a new warmth, the crowds surge of energy filling her. The nerves are not quite gone, she has to get through talking to the crowd first while the group gets to their respective places and she can start singing. Pushing the bass behind her, Lena walks further out on the stage where it parts through the waves of people pushed as close as they can get. She walks along brushing fingers with outstretched hands as she continues to speak into the mic. “Are you guys excited?” Lena holds the mic down towards people standing closest to her, letting them scream at the mic. “And what about all of you at the back?” Lena points the mic high above her head to the back of the stadium. “It takes a lot of dedication to walk up all those stairs” Lena gestures to herself and those on stage behind her, “so we thank you!”

Lena walks back to her mic stand, seeing the signal from Jess that they are ready. “National City it is good to be back! You guys know this is my home town, so it’s nice that I get to come back and sing with you all tonight.”

Lena scans the faces, as she secures her mic in the stand, looking from face to face, hoping to make each person feel special. She’s always a little nervous that she doesn’t take enough time to look at the crowd, too involved in the music to entertain. But they keep coming, so she must be doing something right. Her eyes glide over faces, quickly snapping back to one face. A blonde. A blued eyed, honey blonde, with the biggest, brightest smile she has ever seen. All sounds have muffled as Lena stares her hand still wrapped around the metal of the stand. And suddenly she is brought back to reality as the intro to the song is playing around her. Counting off in her head Lena leans into the mic and starts singing, her head turning to Jess off to her right and sings with her. Grinning as each other Lena takes her mic off bringing it over to Jess so they can sing cheek to cheek.
Returning to her stand, Lena replaces the mic before moving her bass back front and joins in with the band. Lena closes her eyes as she sings, focusing on the feel of the strings against her fingers and the music around her. She can feel the drum solo approaching, fades off the bass and the mic and lets Veronica take over as she scans the crowd. Lena tries not to, but her eyes find the blonde in the crowd in record time watching her sway her arms wrapped around the shoulders of two people Lena barely even registers. She smiles enjoying that the girl is so obviously loving the music, her eyes closed as she moves in beat with the drum.

Lena plays bass off and on the rest of the concert, using every opportunity she’s not to walk around the stage singing to random faces in the crowd. More then once seeking out the blonde and singing to her, or the people in her vicinity so she can sneak looks at the girl’s lips as she sings or lip-syncs with the songs. It’s hard to tell from so far away. But part of her hopes that she is singing. Part of her hopes that when she’s not paying attention, the girl is looking at her too.

The rest of the concert passes quickly. Suddenly Lena is wishing everyone a goodnight, trying to remember why she had been so nervous. The same question she asks herself after every concert without answer. Her shirt sticks to her back as she removes her strap and hands off her instrument, smiling at faces she can suddenly see now that nerves no longer fog her senses. Grateful as they take ear buds and hand her another bottle of water. Gulping greedily Lena empties the bottle and places it in a blue bin she passes as she walks down the concrete hall towards her dressing room, hoping she has time to change her shirt and fire off a tweet before meeting VIPs.

Sitting in front of a well lit mirror Lena stares at herself a moment trying to decide if she should take the extra time to wash off her makeup or just embrace the fresh off the stage look. Shrugging she slips off her shirt and grabs a similar one off a hanger sitting on a bar full of clothing options. It feels nice not to have her shirt clinging to her skin. A peek at her phone tells Lena there’s no time to deal with her make up or she keeps everyone waiting. One last look in the mirror and she smiles and shrugs, still riding the high from the concert and excited that the blonde might be in line tonight.

As the last few people talking to Jess, Lena, Veronica, and Maggie leave, Lena finally admits to herself that the blonde wasn’t a VIP tonight. Shifting in her chair she half listens to the group chat now that it’s just the four of them and pulls her phone out of the back pocket of her skin tight skinny jeans and brings up Twitter. After scrolling through the band’s hashtags for a few minutes she hits the compose button and rapidly fires off a tweet thanking National City for a fun night that is immediately met with a succession of likes and retweets. Hitting the compose button a second time Lena types another message and hits tweet.

To the girl in the middle of the crowd with the
blonde hair…dm me ;)
#nationalcity #onebandnighttour
18/04/2017 4:32AM

Maybe someone will know who she is.

Liz’s Party | Peter Parker

Summary: Spiderman shows up at Liz’s party to impress everyone, mostly the reader…

Warning: some spoilers

Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) x reader

Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six

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He scanned through the crowd with intense eyes and finally, he spotted the black haired girl at a table in the corner of the bar. Immediately, he pushed his way through the dancing crowd.

He gave her a soft pat on the shoulder, calling out to her. Slowly, she turned to him and smiled sheepishly at him. 

“You’re finally here…” her voice shook a little, “…let’s have a drink!”

“No, you drank enough,” he took the empty shot glass from her hand, grabbed her arm and started pulling her up from her seat, “so let’s get you back home now. ”

She shook her head and whined in a slurred voice. She tried to push him away but she was far too drunk. Sighing, he slung her arm over his shoulder, wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her out of the bar, all the way to his car.

He opened his car door and helped her into the front seat. He took a look at her sleeping face for a moment before leaning in to fasten her seatbelt, his fingers accidentally brushed against her side.

Her brows twitched at his touch and her lids drifted open to half-mast. She fixed her gaze on his face. The face she would find in crowds. The face she could not go on a day without thinking of. The face she could not possibly forget. Unconsciously, she gripped his shoulder and opened her mouth,

“…I love you.”

It was a mere whisper, but it was audible enough for him to hear and to freeze in place. He turned to meet and hold her gaze.

“You’re drunk.”

She tightened her grip on his shoulder and pulled him closer to her,

“And that’s exactly why I have the courage to tell you that I love you,” she said, giggling between hiccups,

“And my feelings will remain unchanged when dawn breaks,“ her voice noticeably changed, growing quieter, more serious as she spoke before she gave in to sleep’s powerful pull,

“I love you all the same, whether I am drunk or sober.”

—  Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #142 // Gently, he caressed her head with a smile, and leaned in to lay a soft kiss on her forehead.
“I love you too.”

SHEITH POSITIVITY WEEK - DAY 4: Popsicle

We could be strangers in the night
We could be passing in the shadows
We couldn’t be closer if we tried
When we’re caught in the headlights
We could be faces in the crowd
We could be passing in the shadows
Loving the risk of being found
When we’re caught in the headlights

Dangerous
Your love is always dangerous
And now I’m lost in us 

- “I Don’t Know Why” by Imagine Dragons

Lust & Errors 05

Rated: M

Warning: Excessive graphic smut, age gap, recreational drug use, angst, slight dub-con.

Summary: Step brother, fuck buddy… They were one and the same now. But what started out as some mindless fucking game, quickly turns into something much more difficult and complex.

Note: well, well, well…. look what the fuck it is. lol this was over 25k but i removed an entire scene because it completely threw off the flow and i wasn’t happy with it but here’s 19k anyways :))))

Words: 19.7k

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Seven twenty-three.

The clock taunted you, reminding you that this god foresaken party had hours left to go.

Amongst all of the sharp-dressed men and elegant women, you were the only young person in the vincity, no one being under the age of thirty five. It was awkward and boring because you literally had no one to talk to, on a casual-level that was.

Jimin would usually come to the parties just to save you from dying of bordem, but he had other plans tonight. Like almost every teenager on a Friday night, save for your stupid self.

Slowly, you made your way to the staircase and looked around, checking to see if anyone was paying any attention to you so they wouldn’t call out or question your departure. After failing to notice anyone paying attention, you sneakily made your way up the stairs - to your freedom.

On the way up, you couldn’t help but to feel like you were being watched, eyes trained on your back, but you figured it was just paranoia and continued upwards with quick steps.

Tonight your father was hosting one of the parties for his work, which at one point in time used to be glamarous in your eyes. Back when your mother was still alive, you looked forward to the parties because you and her always went shopping for new dresses and got your hair done, pampered yourselves for the special occasion.

Now, they were simply boring and quite honestly inconvenient.

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