abandoned hallway

a horrifying concept

The knock comes at a quarter to three. Dean, of course, is still awake. Drinking in the library. Ashamed as he is to admit it, his heart still lurches with hope at the sound.

He wipes off his hands and tries to convince himself that he’s not rushing up the stairs, heart pounding all the while. He opens the door and his face hardens into a frown. 

“What do you want?” he spits.

“You know why I’m here.”

Dean shakes his head, wiping a hand down his face. It’s still cool with the condensation from his bottle. “Yeah, well, you’re too late. Sorry.”

He abandons the front hallway and walks back to the library, not caring if he’s followed. Judging by the quiet sound of tinny footsteps on the stairs, he is. His eyes follow his guest as she takes the seat across from him at the table, eyeing his bottle of liquor. He doesn’t offer her any.

He’s hit with an idea, sitting here and staring at her. It’s all but a shout. “Teach me,” Dean blurts.

“I can’t,” she says. “You know what it does.”

Dean grits his teeth. “I don’t care. I want you to teach me.”

“Why?”

Dean’s fists unclench, his shoulders drop. “Because I lost someone too. And I need to do something.”

A chair slides back from the table with a quiet squeak. Dean doesn’t raise his eyes, sure that this is the end. His last resort slipping through his fingers. But war-hardened hands take his and he does look up, right into the vacant stare of someone too far gone down the road of revenge.

Lily Sunder nods. “I’ll help you.”

Dean doesn’t feel afraid. He’s very good at making deals.

Concept

The bee movie except every time it says bee the screen, just for a second, cuts to a silent image of a long-abandoned, decaying hallway.

The hallway is dark, but if you squint there is just enough light to see a shadowy figure standing there. It is tall, and its head is bowed, and it holds something in its hands, although you cannot quite make out what. At the first “bee”, it is safely far away, at the end of the corridor.

But every time it says “bee”, the figure in the image has taken another step closer to the screen.

Drunk Driving is a serious crime

Pairing - Jeff Atkins x Female!Reader

Word Count - 579

Anon -  Jeff Atkins imagine where you guys meet st the party and decide to go with him to get more beer and you can decide if you wanna go with how the show’s plot was in that episode or your own

a/n - oh lord i’m so sorry for the pure pain this imagine is. i’m also sorry it’s so short!

Walking through Liberty High, it would seem as if the place had been abandoned. The hallways were completely cleared out, occasionally papers scattered on the floor. Classroom doors were closed and locked. There were no announcements. No students. 

Until you reached the gym.

The gymnasium was crowded with every student who attended Liberty High School. There was no talking. It was silent. A haunting kind of silent that made you quickly want to flee the scene to find some sort of comfort. 

Principle Bolan stood in the middle of the basketball court behind a podium. Office staff sat behind him in chairs that had obviously come from the cafeteria. 

“What happened this past weekend is a tragedy to not only the school community, to the town.” Bolan began. Every student seemed to shrink down as he spoke, feeling the sense of dread that this was real. Clay Jensen sat in the far corner of the large room, holding back tears threatening to spill out from a mix of anger and sadness.

“Jeff Atkins was the perfect student, player, and friend. The loss of him will be on our minds and in our hearts forever. But, this is a lesson you all can learn. Drunk driving is a serious crime that can result in death, or injuries.”

Y/N sat next to Hannah Baker, her arm in a cast and bruises sprinkled on her face like freckles. A wave of rage grew in her. Jeff wasn’t drunk. No matter what anyone said, he wasn’t fucking drunk.

She had been there with him. She knew he was completely sober.

(two days earlier…)

The party was filled with teenagers celebrating a new school year. Y/N stood with Sheri Holland, making small talk and giggling over gossip. Her boyfriend, Jeff, had departed from her earlier for a game of beer pong. She was ready to leave, but knew this was Jeff’s scene. All she wanted was for him to be happy.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jeff walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to her neck. “I’m about to do a beer run. You wanna come?”

She quirked up her eyebrow. “How much have you had to drink?”

Jeff sighed, a smile on his face. “I swear you and Jensen really think I don’t have any responsibility.” Y/N rolled her eyes and lightly hit her boyfriend’s arm, causing him to laugh. “I’ve had two beers in two hours. I’m not even buzzed, I promise.”

“I guess I’ll come along for the ride.” The girl smiled. 

Jeff grinned and quickly pecked her cheek. “We better get going then. I think Zach will skin me alive if I’m not back in fifteen minutes.”

(present)

It happened quicker than Y/N expected it to.

They got in Jeff’s car and started their journey for a few packs of beer. Jeff had said something stupidly cute and Y/N had laughed, and then there was a loud screech and glass. 

She woke up a few hours later in the hospital. She asked her mother where Jeff was, but she wouldn’t answer. Everyone she asked refused to answer. It didn’t take Y/N long to realize her boyfriend didn’t survive. 

And now, here she was. Sitting in the gymnasium, surrounded by her peers, and listening to how it was Jeff’s fault. How he shouldn’t have been drinking. How the student body need to learn from this mistake.

Y/N felt like screaming they were wrong. 

He was innocent.

Perfecting the Technique

Summery: Adrien agrees to practice kissing with a certain one of his classmates and it’s all 100% platonic…. ish…


“Let me get this straight,” Adrien said, fervently trying to wrap his mind around the words that had just left his study partner’s mouth. “You want me- the guy who has never dated anyone -to teach you how to kiss?”

He tried not to sound incredulous, but the request had came out of nowhere- just an off-handed “by the way” tossed out in the middle of their weekly couch study session. As if an offer like that was something Adrien could answer with a shrug and a simple yes/no!

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Close as Strangers: Chapter 10

Close as Strangers: Chapter 10

Word count: 4.5k

Genre: High School au, angst, fluff

Happy Valentines day, lovelies. Thank you if you’re still reading this. Sorry about mistakes, i’m sleepy and just got off work.

Parts:  one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine

Originally posted by donewithjeon

The fact that it was March, almost April, was crazy. You were getting into some different colleges and so was Jungkook. It was weird that sooner or later you’d be departing from each other. You’d been thinking about it so much recently. You knew you two would have the summer and everything. It was just that you had been waiting so long for Jungkook to be yours and then all too soon you would be split up. It was like you couldn’t win.

You were trying not to think about it and obviously it wasn’t working.

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Cassian x Reader, Part 1

Title: Whatever It Takes / AO3 
Part 2: tumblr
Part 3: tumblr
Length: 7.5k
Series rating: M for language and sexual content (contains some torture)
Summary: Reader and Cassian have kept their relationship a secret but when Reader is captured and tortured by the Empire, it’s obvious to all of Yavin 4 that Cassian will stop at nothing to get her back.
Author’s Note: A lovely anon requested this incredible idea and I immediately fell head over heels in love with it. Starts out pretty angsty but there will be fluff to make everything better, promise. :) Happy reading!! XOXO
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utopia // stiles stilinski

Summary: Stiles & Y/N escape their perfect city of Utopia only to face the dangers of the supernatural

Requested: no, but @sincerelystiles gave me the motivation to post this & @stilinski-jpeg was beyond supportive with this idea

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language, themes & smut throughout

Masterlist

By definition, it was suppose to be a perfect society but it was far from it. The concrete walls acted as a prison and the citizens were it’s inmates. It was originally suppose to be a temporary solution to the growing outbreak of the supernatural. That was 5 years ago. It was a now permanent solution as two races competed for world domination.

Each citizen was stripped of their individuality, each given a similar set of clothes and a number to replace their name. Women had to wear their hair tied back in a bun while men had to keep their hair free of any unnatural product. They were all served the same meal everyday and no matter what job they did for the colony, they all received the same amount of pay. There was absolutely no way to strive in the Utopia, making it a perfect society in the sense that everyone was equal.

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“I hate you.” (Joji)

Anon Request: an imagine where you and joji absolutely hate each other but because you’re both friends with the other boys you’re forced to hang out together but one night, somehow, things get really heated and smutty? xx


Y/N’s POV

I groaned dramatically, trying to catch the attention of at least Max, or Ian…mostly Ian. I wanted to desperately leave this dreaded apartment and one of those two idiots was my ticket out of here considering that I didn’t have a ride. Well, Ian was my ride, but he was too busy up George’s ass to even notice me. I hated coming over here to this apartment, I hated this atmosphere, and most of all: I hated George. Yeah, ‘hate’ is a strong word and all, but that’s just how I felt. It was with such animosity that I could barely look at him without having the urge to deck him right in the face. He was sat on the couch across from me, scrolling through his phone as he smiled and spoke to Max and Ian about something stupid. The three of them laughed, and I felt like they were mocking me…I was the only one sitting there and pouting as if I was a five year old that had their favorite toy taken away from them.

“Y/N, you need to see this.” Ian laughed as he patted the empty space next to him.

I glared at him and then Max, both of them on either sides of George. I rolled my eyes and scoffed. My bitterness towards George stemmed from a deeper issue. It wasn’t just me being hostile for no reason.

“I’d rather choke then go over there.” I muttered.

We had been out the whole attending to every need George had, doing everything George waned to do. I was excluded from everything purposely. They shot a few things for videos on all of their channels, and when Max or Ian called me over, George would instead take my place and fill in. It was always some kind of competition when it came to Ian and Max, as if he didn’t spend enough time with them already. For some reason, it always had to revolve around George. Ever since the first day I met him, it was as though the attention was always on him, and he distracted them from me.

“Have it your way.” George mumbled as he continued laughing with the guys.

That night, we had stayed over at George’s apartment being that we had nowhere else to stay because Ian didn’t want to drive downtown and get a hotel. Luckily for me, Ian was with me in the guest room where he and Max were going to be rooming.

“I have to step out real quick with Max to go pick up a few things that we ordered from that camera company I was telling you about. Remember that lens I ordered? Well, I have to go to the company and get it myself with Max since he had ordered some sort of case from the same place. Its an hour and a half drive.” Ian told me as he folded some of his clothes as he sat on the bed.

“You’re going to leave me here with him.” I gasped, “Take me with you, please. Come on, I promise I won’t say a single word the whole ride there and the ride back.”

“Y/N, just stay here. Plus, look. Joji needs some help cleaning up a little…just be civil until we get back.” he told me.

I didn’t want those two cunts leaving me with George. Max talked me into staying behind unfortunately, saying that I’d get bored with the trip. Ian even suggested talking to him and maybe squashing the beef between the both of us.which I doubt would ever occur in this lifetime… I walked into the hallway, leaving the guest room, and I came to a stop when I heard George speaking.

“Guys, you’re seriously not leaving me with Y/N, right? What the hell?! You guys know I can’t stand her…let me go with you, she won’t mind being alone. She’s always alone anyways, being that she hasn’t been in a relationship for a long ass time.” he belittled, “She’s so fucking annoying…dude, all she does is take up space…”

I knew I abhorred him completely before with every poison filled bone in my body, wanting nothing to do with him…but now I felt it with such distaste. George was repulsive to me.

“Look, she doesn’t like it either, but we’ll be back quick.” Ian explained, “You won’t even notice we’re gone.”

They said their goodbyes and after hearing the front door shut, I abandoned the hallway, retreating back into the guest room. I was occupying the bed for about ten minutes, lying there and taking up space, like how George said I did. I couldn’t deny that what he said didn’t at least hurt me in some sense. Like, I guess it did but I was so used to ignoring his existence it really didn’t have an affect on me. I heard a soft knock on the door followed by the twist of the doorknob. I found it rude how he just let himself in that way, but at the same time, it his apartment. I continued staring at the ceiling, not wanting to look at him.

“Do you want popcorn or something?” he asked bluntly.

“No.” I spat.

“Starve and die then.” he muttered.

“Gladly.” I told him.

All I felt was the room become empty and I heard the door slam shut. It startled me a little, making me jump as I remained on my back, staring at the blank ceiling. Someone’s grumpy, I thought to myself. Like, alright yeah, I get it. I suck, I’m annoying, and he probably rather die than be stuck in the same vicinity as me because that’s exactly how I feel about being here with him, but are you really going to slam doors in your apartment to emphasize how much I get under your skin? I sat up feeling thirsty. Five minutes into a battle with myself about getting up or not, I decided to get up and be a big girl and go get myself a glass of water. I was hesitant, not wanting George to say anything to me. He sat on the couch with an unopened beer in his hand as I lightly creeped past him and went not the kitchen. I poured myself some water and as I gulped it down, I thought about leaving tomorrow since Ian had said we’d leave first thing in the morning. I wanted to be far away from George, I never liked coming to New York because we only came here to see him.

“You could’ve asked me for a glass instead of snooping around my kitchen.” his voice startled me, making the cup slip out of my hand and crash onto the floor into pieces.

I gasped, scared that he’d start his bitching.

“See what you do?!” he shouted at me, stretching out his arms.

“Me?! You’re the one that came up behind me like some kind of spy. Wear a damn bell next time, maybe that way we’d all be able to hear you.” I shouted back.

“Oh, shut up! You’re the reason why I have to sneak around, so you’re annoying ass doesn’t see me and automatically say something about you wanting to leave and doing something better or coming at me with your bullshit.” he seethed.

“This is exactly why-“ I started.

“You what?” he tested me.

“I hate you.” I disputed.

I wasn’t going to just let him walk all over me the way he normally did. Like, it’s pretty evident you dislike me, no need to make it more known by being mean and rude. He crouched on the floor and began to pick up the jagged pieces of the broken glass. I began to help him as well and he grabbed my wrist unexpectedly in a rough manner, “Stop. What? Are you trying to have a shard slice your hand open?!” he scolded.

“Oh, look at that. You do have a heart.” I rolled my eyes, “I’m a big girl, George. I can clean up my own mess by myself. I don’t need you being a big ass baby and telling Ian or Max I smashed one of your stupid fucking cups.”

“Why don’t you ever call me Joji? And you’re fighting with me over picking up shards of fucking glass. Just get out of the damn way, Y/N.” he argued.

I ignored him and continued picking up the shards. I didn’t want to call him ‘Joji’ because that’s what his close friends called him and I am no friend of his. If I was anything to him, I was probably an enemy.

“Your friends call you ‘Joji’…I’m not your friend.” I said as I held a few pieces of glass in my hands and dumped them in the trash can.

“You’re right. We’re not friends.” he muttered as he pushed past me to go into the kitchen. I followed him, wanting to know what the hell his problem with me was. I stood in the center of the room and he glared at me bitterly, clenching his jaw and sitting down on the couch.

“What is your issue with me? You already know what mine is with you, but for some reason you’re always such a dick towards me…” I announced.

He stood up and sighed, rolling his eyes, “You’re kidding, right? I never have time with my friends because of you. You stick to them like some sort of leech, sucking the fun out of everything we do. You walk around like you’re some sort of goddess, as if you control shit and run shit…” he inched closer to me, becoming more sour with every word that left his mouth, “And you don’t run anything…you-you waltz around in the shortest dresses and the tightest tights catching attention from pervs and distracting my other friends. I know you hate me…”

George backed me up into the chilled wall, goosebumps took over my body as I watched his lips attentively.

“So?” I asked with a slight attitude as I crossed my arms over my chest.

He let out a laugh, his eyes went from the floor to my face as he closed the space in between us. George stared at my lips and said, “You think I hate you, huh?”

I nodded slowly, not having any words for what was happening. I didn’t want it to stop…even if I claimed I hated him. He was rude, repulsive, alluring, and a dick… but that didn’t mean I didn’t want his…

“I’m gonna show you just how much I hate you.” he whispered as he leaned in.

George’s lips met mine aggressively as his hands intertwined in my hair. I didn’t protest nor did I reject him. I wanted him. Not knowing how much time we had left alone made us become very hasty. He led me straight to his room, where he shut the door and quickly attended to me while I plopped down onto his bed. My eyes scrutinized his room, I’ve never even taken a glimpse of it. George was surprisingly neat and organized, I’d imagined he was a slob but he proved me wrong. I was startled when I felt his cold fingers trace the bare skin on my stomach as he hooked my pants with his fingers. He made his way in between my clothed legs and unbuttoned my pants. While he was lowering my zipper, I jerked my pants off and began to work on his button and zipper. I was impatient and anxious. My issue with George was pushed in the back of my brain. I did not want to think about it anymore, I just wanted to think about how good he would make me feel and make it up to me. Removing his pants, he sucked on my neck, nibbling a little bit. His hand made his way into my underwear making me sharply draw in a breath.

“You wanna know something?” he whispered in a low voice as he entered a finger in me.

I moaned in response.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you.” he lightly chuckled, placing another finger inside of me and working his fingers faster, “The first time I met you and opened that pretty little mouth of yours I knew you were someone I wanted. You hate me? Let me fuck that hate out of you, baby.”

My hand clasped his wrist as his actions sped up, not knowing what to grab and where to my hands. I was a mess under him, moaning and whimpering as he continued leaving marks on my neck and collarbones. He stopped before I was able to cum, my head hit his pillow as I laid there gasping, trying to catch my breath.

“I’m not done with you yet.” he snickered taking off my underwear and then instantaneously got rid of his.

We made out as he teased my opening with his hard erection, without a warning, he surprisingly thrusted into me. He was slow at first, but none the lead, it made all the difference in length. I gripped the blankets in my palms, biting my bottom lip as I shut my eyes. His thumb rubbed circles on my clit. After some time passed, he flipped me over so that I was on my knees. He gripped my hair in his hands and got close to my ear, “Let me show you how much  I hate you.”

He grabbed my hip with his left hand as his right continued holding my hair tenderly while he pulled out and teased me awfully slowly. I et out a small whimper, earning a light chuckle from him.

“Stop with the teasing, Joji.” I whispered.

Joji gave in and his actions became rugged with each slow stroke. I lowered the upper half of my body into the mattress, muffling my moans as he got faster and his motions rougher. I slid my arm below me and let my fingers rub my clit, I was close to my high and Joji’s motions made me near my climax faster than I had expected. My thighs burned as my legs shook, cumming onto his cock as he continued with his pace, pounding me as rough as he could. Moaning into the sheets to keep from making noise was no help, I was loud regardless. Joji’s moans were low growls, they became intense as his thrusts got clumsier. Joji pulled out, immediately spurting onto my ass, his grunts declined and instead turned into sighs of pleasure. Helping me clean up, Joji also aided me in getting dressed. He stared at me as we stood by his room’s door, “What?” I asked, confused.

“Wanna hate each other more often?” he smirked.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I smiled.

Just as we exited the room and walked into the living room, the front door swung open. Ian smiled at us and said, “Hey! Did you guys work things out?”

Joji looked at me, giving me a wink, I couldn’t help but smile discreetly as I turned to Ian and Max. My smile disappeared and I cleared my throat, attempting to act cool, “Something like that.”

I sat on the couch, crossing my arms over my chest, continuing the act as Joji sat on the the other couch, eyeing me with a grin. All I could hope for was the next time Joji and I were left alone…maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

anonymous asked:

Eric with "I need to be inside you," and "I've been thinking about you all night," ??? 💖💖💖

warning: there be smut ahead

word count: 882


You were sitting at a table in the mess hall, enjoying a burger and laughing at a friend’s joke when, unexpectedly, you were wrenched from your seat. His fingers dug into the muscle of your bicep as he grasped your upper arm, almost dragging you along next to him. Moving swiftly, he weaved his way through the rows of tables surrounded by soldiers eating dinner as you stumbled, trying to keep up. You didn’t bother to look back, knowing your friends and knowing who he was, they probably realized what was happening and would clean up after you.

Grinning inwardly, you scurried next to him as he lead you down progressively more abandoned hallways before coming to a door. You weren’t surprised he managed to find a vacant room, almost everyone was back in the mess hall, leaving the rest of the compound nearly empty. He’d brought you to the southern locker room, certain there would be no one there for a while. Slamming the door behind him, he spun you around so you and he were face to face.

“Well, hello to you too, Eric,” you giggled, moving in and resting your hands on his chest. “How was your day?” you asked as you studied his tense jaw and stern brow, already guessing his answer.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he replied, pushing you back against the counter next to the sink. Shifting slightly, you climbed onto the surface, wrapping your arms around Eric’s neck, bringing him to stand between your knees as his palms drifted to rest on your bottom.

“Really? Me?” With a small smirk, you feigned innocence while looking up at him. “What on earth made you think about me?” you continued, acting as if you didn’t already know.

The truth was, you had done everything in your power to ensure that was exactly what happened. Starting at the beginning of the day when you first saw him in the morning briefing. Passing behind his chair to your own seat, you took the opportunity to whisper in his ear that you were wearing his favorite red panties. You played coy knowing his eyes were on you for the rest of the meeting.

When it was over, Eric and a few others were ordered to stay behind to discuss more specific details with Max. Feeling his gaze burning into your back as you left the room, you reached behind yourself, lifting up the hem of your shirt just enough to reveal the hint of red lace peeking over the waistband of your jeans.

When you failed to spot Eric, Max or any of the others at lunch, you assumed the meeting was more important than you realized. Plotting your ideas on the fly, you took the chance to hurry off to the bathroom. After locking the door you dropped your jeans to about mid thigh before twisting around and using the mirror to take a picture of your ass covered in the lacy red fabric. Giggling to yourself, you excitedly sent the photo to Eric’s phone, wishing you could see the look on his face when he opened the message.

With a growl, Eric dove forward, kissing you hard while his hands drifted to your fly. He pulled at your lips as he popped open the button before pulling back. “I’m done with your fucking games,” he hissed as you bit your lip, excited by his annoyance and what would follow. “I need to be inside you.”

Yanking on your belt loops, Eric pulled you off the counter, lowering your pants halfway down your legs before twisting you around, pushing on your shoulder blades, forcing you to bend forward and stick your ass in the air.

“Don’t tease me,” he snarled as he brought the flat of his hand down hard against your cheek. You gasped at the shock of pain before hearing the metal sounds of his belt buckle being undone. You remained leaning forward, your chest pressed against the cold surface. An excited tingle shivered through you when he slowly slid his hand up your spine before grabbing at your hair. With a tug, he pulled your head back, arching your back while rubbing his erection against your wet underwear.

“Eric, please,” you moaned as he leaned in, nipping at your pulse point.

“But I thought you liked being teased,” he taunted in your ear while rubbing against your clit.

“Please, I won’t do it again, I promise,” you pleaded, looking back at him and his triumphant smirk.

After moving the crotch of your panties to the side, Eric sank into you. Snapping his hips back and forth, he kept a hurried pace. Letting go of your hair to grasp your hips, he held you in place as you dropped forward, overwhelmed by him.

You were unable to form coherent words as he barreled into you. Realizing you weren’t going to last much longer, Eric slid a hand lower to between your legs and rubbed against your clit. His ego swelled as he watched you crumple with a yell. He continued his movements as your walls spasmed around him, urging him closer to his own finish. He stalled with a grunt, bracing himself against the counter as his dick twitched and he came inside of you.

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Palace Apartments  |  Indiana


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Chocolate Won’t Help.

Young!Sirius Black X Reader

Requested by: @thatisstilltheterm

Prompts:  8,14, 47 (25,30.) From {This List}

Warnings: Angst, Self hate, Summer.

A/N: I didn’t include all the prompts, so i might do a part two? But i really like it how it is, so we’ll just see how it goes!

Originally posted by nellaey


Summer could have never gone by slower, and you hated it. it seemed as though Hogwarts was only a memory, and the nights spent with your friends had simply been a dream. You missed the fresh air, the endless amount of books in the amazing library, the old halls, which always seemed to be filled with students chatting up a storm, and the beautiful night sky, which was almost a pure black. It was a terrible thought to remember that you had to be taken away from the pure perfection of Hogwarts every year. But what hurt more than anything was how long you had been away from your best friend and boyfriend, Sirius Black. He was one of the best people you had ever had the pleasure of meeting. And though being away from him hurt, it was doubled by his lack of presence the last months. No letters arrived during break. No visits, no nothing. You couldn’t help the horrible thoughts come through your mind:

“you’re annoying him,”

“you mean nothing to him,”

“You are nothing.”

You managed to sweep most of those thoughts under, thinking that maybe his parents wouldn’t allow it, or maybe he didn’t have enough time.

And then you got to Hogwarts. He hadn’t spoken to you once since you’d arrived.

Not once in class, nor in Hogsmeade, or any time that week. He had even passed you in the hall many times…sometimes without even a blank glance.

You felt crushed. Of course. Of course someone like him never really loved you. It must’ve only been a school year fling. And though every part of you wanted the rise above all the sorrow and be strong, you couldn’t. It hurt. His past in ’dating’ had never mattered to you. Naive, thinking that it wouldn’t matter. That with you, it would somehow last. It was almost laughable.

As the days went on, it got harder and harder without seeing him, or the rest of the marauders. They were almost as close as you and Sirius had been. They would only talk to you if Sirius wasn’t around. And none of them told you any good reason as to why he had been acting that way. The only thing you’d gotten was a sad smile from Remus, and a piece of chocolate. It wouldn’t help. Being in the dark was something you had never liked, and never would. You had to do something. You had to know.

You made you way over to the Gryffindor table, purpose in every step you took. If they wouldn’t tell you, then you’d just have to ask.

“Sirius, can I borrow you for a minute?” you asked, your words slightly harsher than you had meant them to be. Sirius looked you up and down, a look you had never seen on his face. He let out a sigh, glancing at his friends before replying.

“Yeah,” he stood, eyed glued to the ground.

You hesitantly grabbed his cold, calloused hand, leading him into an abandoned hallway. The familiar scent of him filled you. Pine, grass, and musk. It felt like peace to you.

“Why?” you muttered, eyes starting to form tears against you will. You’d never want him to see you like this, and especially now.

For a split second, you swore pain flashed on his beautiful features, but it was so quickly replaced with a nearly bored look.

“Make me understand why. Please. Am I annoying? Am I not pretty enough?” Your voice was so low it was almost inaudible. You didn’t bother trying to look presentable anymore - it was all just too much. You lightly placed your hand on his arm, needing to know he was there. “Just tell me you need me.”

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Sirius flinched, pulling away from your touch. “I never meant for this. I… better go. Bye.”

“Wait!” you called after him. “Please come home, I miss you.” But it was no use. And you were left alone, with only confusion in your heart.

Come Find Her

I came up with this imagine after watching the segment between Dean and Baron on Tuesday’s SmackDown Live! These are two of my favorite guys in WWE right now, so I’m excited to see what they do together! Sorry that it’s so short, I tried to make it as long as I could. – Hope you like it!


Summary: Baron Corbin makes his feud with Dean Ambrose personal by kidnapping the one person that means everything to Dean, his girlfriend.

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“Get away from me!” You screamed as you tried to pull your arm out of Baron’s grasp.

“Stop squirming.” He said.

He had cornered you backstage and dragged you into one of the abandoned hallways in the back of the arena. There was no one in this part of the arena. You could scream as loud as you wanted to, but no one would hear you.

There was, however, a monitor set up and a cameraman standing in the corner looking as scared as you. You assumed Baron threatened him into coming down here.

You smiled as you heard Dean’s music hit and him make his way down to the ring. He immediately planted a Dirty Deeds to Curt Hawkins, having no interest in the match he was scheduled for that night, and then grabbed a match.

“Over the years I’ve learned a lot of valuable life lessons, for instance, rollerblading home from happy hour is a bad idea, some women don’t like to be called sturdy, burrito bowls and rollercoasters don’t mix, but one of the most important life lessons I have learned is when you are pushed you have to push back and over the last couple of weeks I have been pushed, prodded, attacked, beaten up, and left for dead but if Baron Corbin thinks I’m going to roll over and walk away from that then Baron Corbin is going to learn a very valuable life lesson of his own and here it is: messing with Dean Ambrose is a very very bad idea. Son, if you don’t believe that then let’s find out. I can’t think of a better place then SmackDown Live right here in St. Paul Minnesota. I want a fight. I want a fight and I want it right now, so Baron Corbin bring your ass out here.”

Your lips curved into a smile as you watched him cut his promo. You loved seeing Dean on the mic. He was a natural at it. And you loved how into his work he got. You could tell he was pumped up.

“Dean…Dean, you want a fight? Well, that’s too bad. I don’t just come to the ring when you call my name.” Baron said as the camera guy pointed the camera at him.

“Oh my god. Those tattoos are even uglier on the big screen.” Dean said. “Look, dude, are you going to come out here or not because I didn’t validate my parking and I only got fifteen minutes left on the meter.”

“I’m glad you find humor in this,” Baron said. “You’re gonna need it. You cost me the WWE Championship at Elimination Chamber. You are a speed bump that has slowed me down. But now, now you are a deer standing in the middle of the road and I am going to run you over. But Dean, Dean I think you should see something first…” Baron said.

Baron reached over and pulled you closer to him so that you were in the camera’s view. You were sure you looked terrified because that’s exactly how you felt. You didn’t know what Baron was going to do to you.

“Because you see Dean, you aren’t invincible anymore. I have something over on you. You have something to lose. And I have that something right here.” Baron said as he squeezed your arm a little tighter.

“You son of a b*tch. You let her go!” Dean screamed.

“You want her? Come find her!” Baron said and then he shoved the camera towards the ground.

“Let me go!” You screamed.

“Fighting isn’t going to help you. You can’t get away.” Baron said.

“Dean! Dean help me!” You screamed out as loud as you could.

You then noticed Baron pick up a lead pipe from the ground. You felt your heart drop. You had no doubt Dean would come looking for you. But he wouldn’t be any match for Baron Corbin with a lead pipe.

“Y/n! Y/n! Baron where are you, you coward?” You heard Dean’s voice faintly.

“Dean! Dean help me!” You screamed.

“Y/n! I’m coming baby!” He screamed.

“Go over there. Show him where you are.” Baron said motioning to the hallway where Dean would probably be able to see you.

You hesitantly walked over and you looked down the hallway. You saw Dean at the end of the hallway.

“Y/n! Where is he?” Dean screamed.

Just then Baron stepped in front of you, putting himself between you and Dean, lead pipe in hand. Dean stopped running and eyed the lead pipe.

“Come on Ambrose. Come save your girlfriend.” Baron challenged.

What Dean did next shocked you. He charged full speed at Baron and speared him. Which knocked the lead pipe out of his hand, but also knocked Baron into you. You fell backward and you felt your head hit the hard floor of the arena. You curled up and brought your hands to your head as you winced.

You felt a throbbing instantly on the back of your head where you hit the concrete floor. You closed your eyes and tried not to think about the pain. Then you looked over to see Baron and Dean wrestling for dominance.

Dean was on top of Baron delivering blow after blow to him. But Baron was reaching for something. Not just something…the lead pipe. His fingertips were inches away from it and you knew if he got it, it wouldn’t be good for Dean. You stretched your leg out, kicking the pipe out of Baron’s reach.

Dean laid a couple more good punches on Baron, the second one hitting him square in the nose. He hit him a few more times for good measure and then climbed off Baron and turned to you.

He grabbed your hand in his and started dragging you down the hallway and away from Baron. Once you were back to the area of backstage where the locker rooms were Dean turned to you. He reached up and cupped your face in his hands as he looked into your eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

You couldn’t find the words, so you just nodded.

“Did he hurt you? Put his hand on you?” He asked.

“N-no.” You said as you felt a tear escape and run down your cheek.

“Shh, you’re okay, baby. I’m right here.” He said as he pulled you into his chest and held you tight. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.” He said.

“I was so scared, Dean.” You mumbled into his shirt as you held onto him for dear life.

“I know, darlin’. But I’m here. Nobody’s going to hurt you as long as I’ve got something to say about it.” He said.

So I wrote a thing

I totally don’t know what to title this but uh maybe give this a read?? I’ve never written newsies stuff before and nobody proofread it so don’t judge too harshly please!
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The first time Davey has an attack in front of Jack he runs to hide it. Makes up a stuttered excuse about going to the bathroom and avoids Jacks usual friendly pats on the back just so he won’t notice he’s shaking. They were with Crutchie and Spot and Racetrack in a place that was too crowded, too loud, too much. David had only met Jack a few days earlier, considering he’d just transferred, and he desperately didn’t want the reputation of the ‘panicky scared freak’ that he’d had at his old school.

So when in the middle of a conversation he felt the familiar drumming of his heart and lump rising in his throat David gently pushed Jacks arm off of him. This earned a confused look from the table and a concerned “You okay Dave?” from Jack.

Dave. The lump in Davids throat grew at least two sizes larger and he stumbled out of the seat, glad that it was probably too dark to see the blush taking over his face. “B-bathroom” Silently cursing his stutter he rushed off before anyone could stop him. When the loud chatter of conversation seemed to bleed through the walls of the abandoned restroom it was all David could do to keep from sliding down the wall and crying.

“I 2 3 4 5” Slowly counting and going through his routine breathing exercises David felt his pulse slow and the lump in his throat unknot itself. Taking one last deep breath he walked back out to the group and made up some lame excuse about getting caught up when his mom called him. This led to the boys all teasing him about how 'sweet’ he was, brushing off his weird behavior as just being David.

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The second time he has an attack around Jack it’s during lunch. It was Davids second week at their school, and most of the boys had learned that David was not touchy. Although he was affectionate he showed it through exasperated sighs and sheepish smiles, because touch just wasn’t his thing (giving or receiving).

Jack was the one exception. The way he’d casually place an arm around Daveys shoulders and how he’d always greet him with a hug all made Dave feel safe. Jack was always patient, at first he’d constantly asked permission but within just a few days he and Davey had learned to communicate almost telepathically. And the boys all recognized this and respected it. Davey didn’t like being touched and if you did something he wasn’t comfortable with then you had to deal with a pissed off Jack Kelly.

So when Skittery’s (slightly annoying) cousin Franky sat a little too close to David during lunch it set red flags off in his mind. Choking out laughs and keeping his gaze fixed on Jack and Racetrack who were on his other side David tried to pretend he was fine. Tried to pretend that just the body heat of Franky wasn’t making his hands shake and his heart hammer.

“Ugh Collins is such a dick Davey!” Groaned Jack overdramatically as he chomped down on his pizza. “I mean who assigns a packet over the weekend?!” Scrunching his nose as his friend talked with his mouth full David gave Jack a stern look, smiling when Jack swallowed his food before speaking again. “Over freaking Romeo and Juliet! The most overrated book of all time!”

Across the table Romeo let out an offended scoff, which made them all burst into giggles. David had almost forgotten about The over enthusiastic kid sitting much too close to him until Franky casually draped an arm around Davids shoulders as he was laughing. Nobody else seemed to have noticed until Davids laugh suddenly cut off and he sat rigid.

Racetrack was the first to notice what had made David suddenly so uncomfortable and a fierce glare was sent to Franky. A few others (Romeo, Skittery, and Blink) also sent dirty looks to Franky but he didn’t seem to get the message.

Then Jack noticed, and right underneath the surface he was livid. “Hey Franky” he calmly greeted in a saccharine sweet voice. The mentioned boy leaned over David to hear what Jack had to say, which only made it worse.
Squeezing his eyes shut and hunching his shoulders closer to him David tried to slow his breathing. “How about you let go of Davey here okay Franky?” There was a sickly sweet venom to Jacks voice as he smiled at Franky.

Leaning back into his seat Franky laughed, “Aw, he yours Jack?” The comment itself made Jack nearly boil over but what happened next made the entire table mad.

He squeezed David and pulled him into his side, ruffling his hair. Shooting out of his seat David dashed towards an abandoned hallway, his legs shaking so bad he nearly couldn’t stand.

“He don’t belong to nobody you dick” A Seething Jack shoved Franky’s chair back before running after Dave.

'Not today not here’ David thought frantically. Everything around him faded into a blur as he gasped like a fish out of water, too panicked to even think of his breathing exercises. Slipping down to the floor he tried desperately to think of anything, resorting to tears when it didn’t work.

“Shit Dave”

The discord inside Davids head calmed the tiniest bit as he recognized Jacks voice. But he was acutely aware of the fact that Jack was panicking a little bit too.

“Hey hey just breath okay? Count with me bud”

A barely managed nod enough for Jack and he was surprised when David grabbed one of his hands, squeezing tight. Wasn’t affection the reason for Davids current panic anyways?

“1 2 3”

Squeezing Davids hand Jack sat down across from him, letting out a relieved sigh when his counts were finally repeated.

“1-1 2 3”

They continued counting until Jack felt Davids hands stop shaking and his stutter all but vanished. “I’m sorry Davey, I knew Franky was sitting too close but I figured it wouldn’t get too bad.” The two sat with their back against the lockers, Jacks arm draped across Davids shoulders and David leaning into his side for support.

“Its fine, I get these all the time” Jacks breathing hitched and David winced. 'He thinks you’re a freak, a wimp. He’s gonna leave you like everyone else’

But Jack didn’t leave, he squeezed David just a little bit closer to his side. “Why didn’t you tell me Dave? Is that why you left at dinner the other night?”

And so they spent lunch and their free period discussing Davids anxiety and how Jack could help.

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The third time David has an attack around Jack, Jack does everything he can to prevent it.

Several of their friends were in the band and so he’d joined Jack and Crutchie for a football game to see their friends play. David had yet to attend any games because a football game was just about the worst place for somebody with sensory overload issues and a pretty severe anxiety. But Jack promised he’d be with him all night, and so David allowed his best friends to drag him to the game.

“Popcorn Dave?” Crutchie asked, holding it out towards his friend who shook his head. Currently the three sat towards the top of the bleachers because it was less crowded and Jack assured David 'you can see better up here anyways’. Jack and Crutchie sat on either side of him, David leaning into Jack who had an arm wrapped protectively around his shoulders. After a particularly bad call yelling and shouts rippled throughout the audience and David nuzzled into Jacks scarf.

“It’s too loud Jacky” Wincing at the quiet tone of the curly haired boy who was hiding in his scarf Jack nodded.

Pushing Davids hair off of his forehead Jack placed a light affectionate kiss on the exposed patch of skin, which only made David burrow into his scarf more in an attempt to hide his intense blush. “How about I go get you a hat or some earmuffs?” After a second of hesitation David nodded because Jack wouldn’t take longer than five minutes and Crutchie himself had an anxiety problem and knew what to do if an attack happened. “I’ll be right back okay?” Gently Jack shifted David over towards Crutchie, who smiled brightly and held Davids hand to assure him that somebody was still with him.

“Thanks Jack”

Watching Jack walk down the stairs and away from him made Davids heart panic. He knew it wasn’t healthy, this unsafe feeling he got whenever Jack wasn’t around. Pushing it down he instead leaned into Crutchie who jumped a little in surprise because David normally wasn’t comfortable with much more than occasional hand holding.
A moment later he smiled and melted into the affectionate gesture, holding Davids hand just a bit tighter.

“Dave do you even like football?” Sheepishly David shook his head and Crutchie laughed. “Me neither, but Jack sure does have a way of convincing people to do things. Wanna watch Netflix on my phone instead?” With a nod David snuggled even further into Crutchies side.

That’s how Jack found them 10 minutes later when he returned with nachos and a cute red and yellow beanie for David. When he saw his best friend since kindergarten and his new best friend cuddled up on the bleachers and giggling hysterically at something on a phone screen he couldn’t stop the affectionate smile on his face. God he had already known he loved Crutchie, but now Dave comes along with his crystal clear blue eyes and his curly hair and sarcastic comments and random facts. Jack should feel guilty shouldn’t he? After all somebody had once told him it was impossible to actually love 2 people at the same time.

Then again, when did Jack Kelly ever listen to what anybody else said?

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The fourth time, Jack’s the one who causes it.

He really hadn’t meant to, honest. What kind of dick would intentionally cause their friend/crush to have an anxiety attack?

A few weeks ago Jack had confessed to Crutchie, babbling about how he was in love with his best friend for what seemed like hours until Crutchie just laughed and pressed his lips against his. Jack thought that once he had Crutchie his love for Davey would go away. Not that he wanted it to but it made him feel guilty.

Little did he know Crutchie felt the same way.

When he’d first heard they were together Davids heart sank. The two people he had slowly fallen in love with were in love with each other. There would probably be no more safe touches, no more protective arms placed around shoulders. No mumbled Daves, and no bright Daveys. Jack and Crutchie had each other…so why would they need him?

And so he drifted. It started with little things like denying requests to hang out, or 'forgetting’ to respond to calls and messages. (Both of them knew Davey didn’t just forget things) And then it turned into avoiding them at halls, sitting next to Skittery who sat on the other side of the table from his usual spot. The last straw was when David completely walked past their table and took a seat on the ground, leaned against the wall.

“Okay that’s it. I gotta see what’s up with him.” Standing up from his seat Jack made his way over to David.

“Jack Kelly do not confront Dave- I can’t believe you!” Skillfully avoiding students Crutchie bounded over to Jack (or at least as close to bounding as one could get when they had to use a crutch) in an attempt to stop him. “Jack you’re going to overwhelm him! Just wait and we can ask him to come over after school or something and ask then!”

Turning to face Crutchie Jack sighed. “But he won’t Crutch. He’s avoiding us and I have to know why” Continuing his speedy approach towards Dave he stopped only when he was almost directly in front of Dave.

Red flag.

Despite the fact that he knew Jack would never actually hurt him David recognized the fact that he was now trapped against the wall. And that was no good. No good no good no no no no no. Swallowing his strawberry David kept his gaze fixed on Jacks shoes. “Y-yes?”

In a tone that came off much harsher than intended Jack asked him, “Why are you avoiding Crutch and I?”

Shaking hands.

Gripping his hands together Davids shoulders tensed up and he scrambled for an answer. How do you tell your best friend that you like both him and his boyfriend? “I-Its nothing”

“Oh so you just decided to be a dick and avoid us because of 'nothing’?” The moment the words came out Jack regretted them. Everybody had problems, and Jacks was not thinking before he spoke. “Shit I’m sorry I didn’t mean that Davey i-i just” kneeling down to Davids level he reached an arm out to pay him and flinched when David shied away, shaking violently.

“Oh now you’ve gone and done it Jack Kelly” Crutchie whispered harshly. Shooting a glare at his boyfriend he plopped onto the floor, fixing his gaze on David. “Hey hey can you count for me Davey? Just repeat after me, 12345”

Breathing shallowly David tried to copy, stutter and getting stuck and growing more and more frustrated until tears shone in his eyes.

“Dave”

He hated to admit it but god Davey had missed the sound of his nickname rolling off Jacks tongue. Missed it so much that just hearing it calmed him down. Missed it so much that he grabbed onto both Jack and Crutchie hands tightly.

Neither said anything but a glance was shared between them that seemed to convey everything they’d wanted to tell each other.

They both loved Davey, and each other. It was messy and different but it was what had happened.

A hesitant but protective arm was wrapped around Daveys shoulders and he nearly cried again, gripping Crutchies hand even tighter when he started to try and move. “I thought you didn’t need me anymore.”

Jack threw Davey an incredulous look and softly kissed his forehead. “We’ll always need you you goof.” Burrowing into his sweater David thought he would combust when Crutchie scooted next to him and placed another kiss on his forehead.

“B-but you guys have each other and I don’t wanna get in the way of your relationship because you guys deserve to be happy and I don’t wanna be an awkward third wheel so-” His rambles were cut off by Jacks lips on his. David 'walking mouth’ Jacobs was speechless as he looked between Crutchie and Jack in panic.

'Jack just kissed me??! In front of his boyfriend??’ When Crutchie leaned over to repeat Jacks actions David was even more confused. “I-I think I missed something here?”
His voice rose at least 2 octaves as he continued to panic.

“Well you see, I think I like you Davey.” The casual way Jack said it made David snort despite his panic.

“But, but Jack you have a boyfriend?”

“Yes I like him too” As if to prove the point Jack kissed Crutchie. For a minute or so David just opened and closed his mouth without making any actual noise. Crutchie had to bite back a laugh, figuring David would be a little offended if he laughed.

After the minute of David gaping like a fish Crutchie spoke up, “I like you too y'know Dave, and Jack. And we have a sneaking suspicion you like us both too.” Both older boys took the blush that crept up Davids neck as a yes. “So we were wondering if you wanted to be a relationship with us?”

At the renewed look of panic on Davids face Jack scrambled to calm him down. “It’s gonna be messy and weird and if you don’t want to then that’s fine. But we really do both like you Dave.” Squeezing his anxious friends shoulders Jack chewed on his lip as he waited for an answer.

“I-I’d like that, I really would.” Smiling shyly at his friends, boyfriends now he supposed, David nodded. “Yeah I think I’ll like that.”