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City Of Love

Masterpost: {x}

Pairing: Jamilton

Summary: Alexander Hamilton-Jefferson goes back to France to have his husband sign divorce paper’s so he can marry a woman he loves in back in New York.

Inspiration: @exadorlion mentioned this au once.

Warning: cussing

Word Count: 3,663

A/N: angst :): btw this was supposed to be posted tomorrow but it’s already the 26th in a lot of the world. 

The streets of Paris never seemed so unfamiliar to him. The dim streetlights made the rain-slicked streets practically glow and the usual bustle of people were not gallivanting around the city. Everything seemed dead. Maybe it was the crushing feeling in his chest that made everything feel so drastically different, or maybe it was because most people didn’t wander the streets of Paris at one in the morning.

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soulmate! Jun (pt.2)


Admin note: AWWW TYSM LOVELY OFC YOU CAN. Jun’s was the first one we did, so both Seri and I love Jun’s soulmate au, it’s our baby, it’s iconic, lol. THANKS FOR REQUESTING AND HOPE YOU ENJOY. (might low key hint about the other part two’s who knows;)

recap: where your soulmate’s first words are tattooed on your arm (part one)

  • Jun likes to tease you
  • ever since that rainy night when you finally met him
  • finally met your soulmate
  • and everything suddenly fell in place and made sense
  • he just refuses
  • to give you back that extra umbrella you gave to him as you spoke the words tattooed on his arm
  • as often you’re over at the dance studio hanging out with him
  • or even the occasional times you’re at the dorm just chilling
  • he never brings up your umbrella, or when he might return it
  • and that’s fine, you don’t really need it
  • but he said he’d return it eventually and he hid it for now, which was just driving you crazy
  • “Jun, this is like the fifth time y/n, has checked the living room for the umbrella.” Minghao says laughing as you turn red and stop your rummaging through the couch cushions
  • “It’s not that I refuse to give it back- … actually no that's exactly what it is” Jun says from the kitchen shooting you a wink
  • turning even more pink you say
  • “Wen Junhui, what is your deal with not giving me back my umbrella!?!?”
  • “It just reminds me of you and how lucky I got that night for having lost rock, paper, scissors.” he says shrugging
  • which shuts you right up as you stare down at your feet, blushing again
  • “I’m still here guys, I didn’t need to throw-up my dinner.” Minghao says rolling his eyes
  • walking out of the kitchen Jun says
  • “Jealous?” as he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him
  • leaving the both of you a giggling mess and blushing like fools
  • Mingyu comes out of the bathroom armed with a broom to shoo you and Jun out of the dorm so you can stop infesting the place with the “love bugs”
  • as Mingyu calls the two of you
  • granted, you and Jun have been a couple for a while
  • he was the first of Svt to meet his soulmate
  • and wasted no time making it clear to everyone in Seventeen that you two were together
  • you both were the couple that everyone would have assumed had been dating forever
  • you might as well have been called that “old married couple”
  • with your random tickle fights when everyone was trying to enjoy their movie
  • “Really?!?!? Do the two of you have to do that now?”
  • “Keep your hands to yourself, guys we get it, you’re dating.”
  • “Making skin ship 24/7 is NOT NECESSARY.”
  • going shopping together not only for clothes but for random crap for your apartment or his dorm room
  • like that vase of fake orchids that now sits on top of your night stand
  • or this striped dress shirt you called him cute in
  • you also get asked a lot of relationship questions
  • since you’ve been dating the longest and you've been around for when all the others found their soulmates
  • “Do you know where I can get a stuffed animal bunny, y/n?” Joshua asks
  • “What place has the best flowers?” Vernon asks you
  • “I want to do something special, what’s a good date idea?”
  • which low key triggers Jun 
  • “Ok, if any of them come to you for advice with how to deal with their soulmates, tell them to get lost because you’re too busy spending time with me and they need to get their own experience.” Jun says playfully with a pout while sitting next to you on the floor against the practice room’s mirrors
  • “They really shouldn’t ask me, I probably don’t know any better.” you say with a laugh
  • “Good, once they realize you’re bad at giving relationship advice, they’ll leave you alone that way I can spend more time with the most beautiful person in the whole universe.” he said cutely giving a small nod of his head
  • “Yah! My advice is solid!” you say playfully smacking his arm
  • “Is it really?” he says jokingly earning another smack on the arm from you
  • dates generally end up him ordering coffee from your café
  • and the two of you walking around taking pictures
  • you often have Jun model for you
  • even though you can’t post or use any pictures of him
  • there was something about the way he held himself when posing in front of the camera
  • that you just had to capture it in all its glory
  • Jun himself is art 
  • he always convinces you to pose a few times too while he takes pictures
  • of course the selca master
  • the two of you take a lot of selcas together, you have a whole folder on your phone dedicated to selcas with him, and you’re each other’s home screens
  • “Sorry I can’t use you for my lock screen, but the other members would  tease us forever, and I’d rather preserve your sanity.”
  • lately though, all of Svt are really busy with their upcoming concerts and activities
  • and so you just low key try to stay out of their way
  • you’ll be working at the cafe across the street from their studio and catch yourself staring up at the window where you know they’re probably rehearsing
  • and perfect timing
  • Jun texts a simple “I miss you”
  • which nearly makes you spill the Americano you were making to smile down at your phone
  • before your manager asks what you’re smiling at, is making coffee funny all of a sudden?
  • and not seeing Jun everyday was a bit sad
  • you haven’t been feeling all that well either, though you’re not sure if it’s the stress of making coffee or trying to maintain your grades
  • since Jun is often busy rehearsing, you both stay up late face-timing
  • him telling you cute little stories about the members
  • and you telling him about your day
  • even if the both of you are exhausted
  • you don’t mind staying up to talk even if the both of you sometimes fall asleep on the phone
  • you especially like the story of how they burst into the locked bathroom to wish him a happy birthday
  • but for a college photography major
  • you need your sleep
  • and the late night call sessions weren’t helping your health
  • which is probably how you ended up in bed
  • with a horrible cold
  • and your brain pounding against your skull
  • “I welcome death” you groan taking another painkiller before flopping back onto your sofa bed in front of the TV
  • since money is tight and you like sleeping in the living room anyway
  • your bed is the sofa bed that folds outward
  • you fall asleep watching a drama and wake up to 267 messages
  • “Yah! Y/n! Your manager told me you took the day off? Are you sick?” Jun’s contact picture and messages are the ones that stand out the most amongst others
  • “Noona, are you ok? Jun-hyung is freaking out.”
  • “Yah, y/n pick up so Jun can stop annoying us all with his worrying.”
  • “I’m really sorry if we’re being annoying but please come collect your boyfriend.”
  • the struggles of being a soulmate to one of the members of svt?
  • all 13 of them will get your phone number, and rip if you don’t have a good data plan 
  • you can’t help but smile a bit to yourself as you scroll through all your notifications
  • when an incoming call from Jun lights up your cell
  • you reeeeeeeaally don’t want him to worry, so you start panicking and debating whether to answer
  • he needs to focus on rehearsing and avoid worrying about you
  • but you pick up anyway
  • and hearing his voice was enough to stop the incessant headache thank the lord
  • “Jun?” curse you and your dead sounding voice, you regret answering and omg he’s going to panic so much and
  • “How’d you get here Jun you have rehearsals?!?”
  • “Your manager said you were sick and so naturally I went to buy you soup, rehearsals ended like ten minutes ago.”
  • “Aw babe, that’s nice but HOW DID YOU GET MY ADDRESS?!??”
  • he chuckles into the phone
  • “I didn’t even ask your manager for it, he says he’s seen me before and asked why I wasn't  home taking care of you and why I don’t know your address yet even though we’re married.”
  • “HE WHAT?”
  • “He thought we were married.” you can hear Jun dying from laughter
  • “Remind me not to murder my manager, cuz then I wouldn’t get paid.”
  • “I mean, I’m ok with him thinking that we’re married.”
  • “Yah! Wen Junhui!”
  • “It’s cold hurry open the door!”
  • you drag yourself up with the five blankets wrapped around your shoulders not caring they drag on the floor to open the door
  • when you open the door, he stands there thinking you’re just the cutest thing ever with your nose red and so many blankets wrapped around you
  • he’s about to hug you
  • “STOP”
  • “What why?” he says giving you the cutest little frowny face
  • “I don’t want you to get sick too!”
  • “I don’t care let me take care of you.” he pouts cutely, knowing if he acts cute enough he might just get through to you
  • not toooodaaaaaay
  • “Wen Junhui we all know you’ll cry and blame me for weeks if you so much as sneeze once.” you tease him trying to laugh before you sneeze into your elbow
  • “Ok, yes that might be true, but I went out to buy soup so I have the right to stay.”
  • he looks at you standing barefoot by the door with several blankets wrapped around you, some of it dragging on the floor
  • holding up the soup, he gives you a cheeky wink
  • “The soup’s hot but I’m hotter.”
  • you groan, rolling your eyes, but smiling as you playfully throw a pillow at his face
  • “Hey that’s violence!”
  • it misses, Jun’s dodge could only be described as elegant
  • “Hey if I spill soup on the carpet, you have to clean it up not me.”
  • “How is this supposed to make me feel better?” you tease him, sneezing again and settling back down on the sofa bed with your mountain of blankets
  • “No, clearly I came here to annoy you.” he chuckles
  • you watch as he looks around your kitchen for a bowl
  • he pours out the soup and sets the steaming bowl at the dinner table
  • and before you can protest
  • he picks you up into his arms and carries you over to the table
  • then he sits down across from you with a smirk on his face noticing the gentle blush creeping up your face
  • “I know I’ve been busy lately, so I wanted to do something for you. And aren’t boyfriends supposed to take care of their other half when they’re sick?” he says hiding his shy smile behind his hand
  • you sit there, your heart racing from his words
  • “Hurry and eat! I’m not leaving until you finish.”
  • what a liar
  • he didn’t leave your side at all that night
  • insisting on carrying you back to bed and snuggling up against you despite your protests he might get sick
  • you both fell asleep like that
  • you wrapped around his arms, blankets piled around the two of you
  • until his phone blasts a loud alarm in the morning
  • Jun jumps up, almost falling off the sofa bed and you look at the time, before realizing
  • his phone starts buzzing and when he answers the call you can hear people screaming even though Jun’s phone isn’t on speakers
  • “You’re not as in innocent as we thought hyung!!!”
  • “I’ll fight you boy, if you did anything to y/n, Junhui.”
  • “WE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING.” Jun yells back into the phone while trying not to laugh
  • you throw another pillow at him
  • “I’LL BE BACK IN A BIT!” Jun yells before hanging up and immediately throwing his phone onto the sofa bed
  • “Ok so on the bright side, doesn’t look like they’re angry at you, but on the not so bright side I’M DEAD.”
  • “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t feel too sick anymore.”
  • Jun laughs and grabs your arm dragging you into a hug
  • “You can’t escape, you have to come explain things to them for me so I can walk around with my head intact pleeeeeeease????”
  • he wraps you up in his sweatshirt before the two of you head out to go back to the studio
  • walking into the studio, the both of you grip each other’s hands tightly anticipating the worst
  • “What if they actually kill me, y/n, I’ve got a lot of things to say to you though.” Jun says eyes wide and alert
  • “So do I Jun, but let’s discuss this if we do make it out alive.”
  • you both walk in to the practice room to twelve boys staring into your souls
  • RIP
  • an hour of screaming later
  • though honestly it was mostly them laughing and yelling and poking Jun every once in a while
  • they let the two of you leave, satisfied with their interrogation
  • “Jun-hyung, be good while we’re gone”
  • “No anything 19+ in the practice room, we need it for rehearsals.”
  • “Y/n is precious and innocent, if he tries anything, y/n, just give us a call.”
  • “Oh my god just get out!” Jun says flustered and shooing them away
  • ever since that incident
  • Jun and you never tell Svt when the two of you are going on a date
  • “You sure you can’t change your number, I’m ok with them not contacting you” Jun says over ramen at the convenience store on the corner looking dead serious
  • you stir your ramen and laugh
  • “No unfortunately, some of their soulmates know where I work, I’d never be able to escape.”
  • “Aish, them convincing their soulmates to work on the side of evil.”
  • “They’re all really sweet and pretty though, some of us hang out as friends now because of all of you, should we form an idol group too?”
  • “When would you guys debut?” he laughs
  • “I was joking, all of us can only take so much Svt craziness you know.”
  • “You love us though.”
  • “True”
  • “And they’re pretty, but you’re the prettiest.”
  • “Omo stop Junhui, you’ll actually make me laugh.”
  • “Last night, I had to convince Minghao not to tell them I was getting dinner with you because he caught me sneaking out, and now I have to do his laundry for a week.”
  • “Thanks for your noble sacrifice.”
  • “I know right, the things I do for you”
  • the two of you should be aspiring food critics
  • you’ve both been to almost every Chinese restaurant in Seoul
  • just because you know he likes spicy food
  • and try everything
  • him occasionally just staring at you
  • until you shove more food on his plate to get him to stop
  • you of course taking pictures of the food to post on SNS
  • yes, you’re that person at restaurants
  • standing on chairs to get a good shot
  • with Jun standing behind you, arms ready to catch you if you lose balance
  • and as the both of you walk back to the studio after a dinner date
  • it starts raining
  • and you’re silently cursing yourself for not checking the weather forecast when leaving your apartment earlier
  • but Jun magically pulls out the umbrella you gave him the night you met him and opens it above the both of you
  • “Oh my god, see, you knew exactly where it was and yet never gave it back.”
  • “Mian, I had to hold onto it.”
  • “Why?”
  • “It felt like a dream, meeting you. I had to make sure it wasn’t a dream, so I kept it as physical proof.”
  • you stop walking and face him as he stops too, still holding the umbrella above the both of you
  • “That’s hecka cheesy.” you say grinning
  • “Yea well, I’m naturally cheesy.”
  • “No, you’re cute and sweet and romantic.”
  • “Nah, you’re cute.”
  • you both stand staring at each other a little longer, near the dance studio
  • “Well, I’ll give it back tonight.”
  • “Why? Don’t need it anymore?”
  • “Nope, because now I know it wasn’t a dream. And every time I need proof, I’ll just look for you.”
  • and he lifts your chin up and kisses you softly, the sound of rain pattering around you
  • it’s not cold though, no, the warm feeling from the gentle kiss is enough to keep the cold rainy night’s cold away from the both of you
  • you don’t recall how long the both of you stay like that
  • but when you finally pull away
  • he gives you a cute smile while tilting his head
  • and gives you a wink
  • shocked the two of you turn around to see Svt staring at the two of you from the front doors of the studio
  • “Children, it’s 10 o'clock, way past curfew.”
  • “Mingyu, you owe me ten bucks, I told you he’d kiss her first.”
  • “Man, I really thought she would be the one to do it.”
  • “Shi- run!”
  • and you laugh as Jun and you chase the scattering svt members out into the rain
  • all thoughts of getting soaked or catching a cold lost in your moment of happiness

Originally posted by king-kisu

The Seventeen Soulmate AU Series:

|| Seungcheol / Pt. 2 || Jeonghan / Pt. 2 || Joshua / Pt.2 || Jun / Pt.2 || Hoshi / Pt.2 || Wonwoo || Woozi / Pt.2 || Seokmin / Pt.2 || Mingyu / Pt.2 || Minghao || Seungkwan || Vernon / Pt.2 || Dino ||


~ admin jess

MissMatched.com, ch.1 (1/?)

In a world where every dating site swears by their algorithms and databases to find the most accurate match with a high percentage of compatibility, a new site is giving them all a run for their money.
Missmatched.com promises no data or algorithm, just a few people that *know* how to find your best match based on their instincts and their vibes.

Emma Swan is hired to investigate if there’s a fraud involved with the site’s claim of not using any type of statistics. That path leads her right into the hands of Missmatched.com founder, Killian Jones, who promises her that he’ll prove he’s worth his salt by finding Emma her perfect match without any data or algorithms involved.

A new story by me, dedicated from the bottom of my heart to the wonderful @businesscasualprincess All the thanks in the world to my beta @sambethe

Also on Ao3 or FF.net

Sometimes she hated her job. Maybe hate was a strong word, but somedays, Emma Swan wished that she would have picked something else. Something simple, easy, boring. Ordinary. Something that was the embodiment of everything she lacked while growing up. Like an actuary, or a financial clerk, or even a data processor.

But no, she had to live on the edge and choose to be a PI, because after a stint with the law and coming out of it almost unscathed, risk was the way to go. After all, the only one who showed any interest Emma’s life had been the bounty hunter who had tracked her down two states. Following in her footsteps and choosing a life with a certain amount of danger seemed like a natural choice.  Which wasn’t a bad thing, per se. No one was waiting at home with baited breath for her to come back.

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Pack Mom - Part 20

Originally posted by iminlovewithderekhale

Originally posted by trettbalbot

A/N// So Here Is Part 20. I’m Not Taking Requests For New Imagines, I Felt Bad For Not Finishing This Series As I kept Getting Asks To Finish This Series. So Here It Is. Enjoy!

All Pictures Are From Pinterest! I Do Not Own Any Of Them.


Derek's P.O.V

I couldn’t move. That was the ring. That was the one I was getting. It was gold, with a diamond in the middle with smaller diamonds around it. 

“Dad!!” Liam shouted after I ignored him the first 3 times he said it, I was just too mesmerised by this ring, it was perfect 

“Sorry son,” I told him not taking my eyes off this ring, I couldn’t believe it. I finally found it, I felt like if I looked away it would disappear. 

“Is that the one?” Liam asked looking down at the ring. A smile grew on my face and I nodded. 

“It’s perfect dad! Mom’s going to love it!” Liam told me with a smile growing on his face. Looking at me and then the ring. That was it, no more looking. That was the ring. I was buying that ring for my girl.

“This is sure one lucky person,” the cashier told us boxing up the ring as my smile grew wide. 

“Oh she sure is, I’m so lucky to have her and I can’t wait until she’s mine,” I told the cashier as I gave her the money for the ring.

“Well I hope you have a good wedding,” The cashier told us as I nodded and left the shop with Liam. I held the little bag in my hand so tightly so I wouldn’t lose it. 

“Should we go and get some lunch?” I asked Liam and he smiled and nodded. 

“God! Yes please, I’m so hungry” I laughed at how he over exaggerated his response. We ended up at a little restaurant and we both took our seats, then we both started looking at the menu. 

“Having anything you want. My treat” I told Liam placing down my menu as Liam told me what he wanted,  I went to the bar as I left Liam to look after the ring. 

I brought the drinks over to our table and I thought it would be the best time to ask Liam what I have been thinking. 

“Liam, I have been wanting to ask you something,” I said earning a confused look from my young beta.

“I want you to be my best man,” I told him and he immediately jumped up from his seat hugging me tight letting a few tears fall.

“R-r-really. You want me to be the b-best man?” He asked wiping his eyes then hugging me again.

“Yes Liam, I have been thinking about it and you always came to mind, you have helped Y/N and me so much with Talia, you have come so far from when you started living with us and I’m so proud of you Liam, and I want you standing next to me when I get married” I informed him wrapping my arms around him.

“Of course I will dad! I would love too! Thank you!” 

Y/N’s P.O.V

Lydia and I have been planning the wedding for hours now and we had the majority of the stuff sorted now. We are currently taking a break as Talia woke up so we have pictures, magazines and now all her toys everywhere. 

“Momma look” Talia shouted showing us her tower of blocks.

“Wow! Look at my little clever girl” I cheered clapping my hands at her.

“So all the flowers are ordered and will come for the wedding so they are fresh” Lydia smiled printing out the receipt putting in the folder. 

“We just need to go dress shopping for all the girls, So that will be me, you, Talia, Malia, and Kira. Derek can take Liam, Scott and Stiles to go and try on suits” Lydia informed us and I nodded as Talia came and sat on my knee pulling a picture off the table kicking her feet in excitement. 

“Momma this!” She told me, I took the picture and it was over a table full of bowls of different sorts of candy.

“Stiles would love that” Lydia laughed adding it to the list of things we need to get. 

“Oh definitely” I smiled as the loft door slide open with Scott, Stiles, Kira and Malia walking in. 

“Wow you guys have been busy” Scott smiled taking a seat on the sofa. 

“Unca Stiles!” Talia squealed running over to him holding her arms up.

“Where’s Derek? Please say he heard that?” Stiles smiled picking Talia up giving her a big hug.

“No Stiles, he’s out with Liam,” I told him gathering up the pictures. 

“Wait please say you’re using this one!” Scott exclaimed pulling a picture of the pile which shows a clear jar and Jenga blocks at the side with different coloured pens with a sign saying “Build Memories. Sign a Jenga piece”.

“You should so this and maybe read some of them out when you’re at the table,” Scott suggested which was a perfect idea.

“Oh my! Yes, Scott that is the best,” I said putting the picture in the yes pile and adding Jenga blocks to the list. 

After around 30 minutes of all the pack helping out, the loft door slid open and Liam came running in engulfing me into a big hug.

“Mum! Guess what! Guess what!” Liam shouted excitedly 

“What is it, sweetheart?” I question ruffling his hair.

“I’m going to be Dad’s best man!” He smiled hugging me again. 

“Sweetie that’s amazing! Can’t wait to see you dressed so smartly” I kissed his forehead as I sat back on the sofa pulling him onto my lap as he snuggled into me. 

Derek came in smiling at the scene, coming over kissing me on my lips then ruffled Liam’s hair. 

“Looks like you have all been busy,” Derek said taking the seat next to me, looking at all the work. 

“Yep, we just need to buy all the stuff, I made a list, the 4 of us can go together, then you and the boys can go and try on suits while us girls get dresses” I smiled getting excited finally getting somewhere while Liam flicked through the pictures, as Talia came running into the living room from the kitchen. 

“Daddy!” She yelled hugging his legs resting her head in his lap. 

“Hello sweetheart” He cooed lifting her up onto her lap to see her face is covered in chocolate as well as her clothes and hands.

“Where did you get the chocolate from?” He questioned grabbing the baby wipes from the side and cleaning her up as she had already covered Derek in chocolate. 

“Unca Stiles!” She clapped her hands as Stiles walked back in with a bag of M&Ms in his hands causing Talia to make grabby hands at him. 


Part 21? 

Two-Way Secret

A/N: Anon request (2 separate messages. I think they forgot they sent one and sent a second) for a Spencer x Reader, where she is insanely intelligent and just started dating Spencer. Because the team is overprotective, they get Garcia to look into her background and find out something that she hasn’t told Spencer yet. It was checked out by the Bureau before she was hired, so technically Strauss and Hotch already know. @coveofmemories


Spencer smiled wide as his new girlfriend, Y/N crossed the bullpen to give him a quick peck on the lips before heading to her desk. “Hey babe,” she laughed, shielding her kiss from Strauss’ view. “She can’t see me. I’m running away now.”

Just six weeks ago, Y/N had walked into the Bureau for an interview. After running into her (on purpose) on the staircase, Spencer asked her out for a cup of coffee and ever since, they’d been together nearly every moment they were home. Then, two weeks ago, Hotch had offered her the job. She was exceptionally qualified, though on the young side, like him. High school had been skipped in its entirety, and at the age of 12, she was the youngest student at MIT, where she earned her two Ph.D.s in Linguistics and Microbiology. From there, she’d attended Yale, earning a dual MD/JD before applying to the Bureau; she was literally a jack of all trades and Spencer had fallen for her pretty much immediately. 

Although they knew she was qualified, the team was a little reluctant about her involvement with their youngest member. “I really want to like her,” JJ said, watching as Y/N made lovey-dovey eyes at Spencer across the bullpen. “But there is something about her that’s off. Not even necessarily bad. I just feel like she’s hiding something from him. I don’t want him to get hurt. He’s had enough of that.”

“She’s just so perfect,” Garcia said. “There has to be something wrong with her, right? She has to have some kind of skeleton.”

Hotch knew what Y/N was hiding, but it wasn’t a deal breaker in the scheme of her working for the Bureau. She probably just hadn’t figured out a way to tell him yet. “I’m sure she only wants what’s best for him,” he said. “Like we all do. Let’s just give her the benefit of the doubt alright?” 


Another two weeks went by and although they knew that Hotch was right, that they should let their concerns about Y/N slide, they couldn’t help but continue to doubt her genuineness and care for the doctor. He’d been through such pain already that the last thing they wanted was him to get hurt. “I just can’t help but think that I’ve seen her face somewhere before,” Emily said. “It’s this nagging feeling I just can’t shake.”

“What can’t you shake?” Morgan asked, walking up to Emily’s desk as she, Garcia and JJ glanced over at Spencer and Y/N eating lunch together. 

Emily took out her smartphone and did a cursory search of Y/N’s name to see if anything came up, but all she could find were articles about her numerous higher degrees; there was no doubt she was intelligent beyond reason, just like Reid. “I can’t shake the fact that I feel like I’ve seen her face somewhere,” she said.

“I know Hotch said to let it go,” Garcia whispered, “But do you think maybe I should do a deeper search of Y/N using my not-so-secret ways? Just so that we can make sure she’s on the up-and-up? I don’t want Reid to get hurt.”

JJ nodded her head, glancing over to see the two lovebirds throwing bits of food at each other. “Wouldn’t the Bureau refuse her if she’d done anything bad?” she asked.

“Not necessarily,” Garcia said, without realizing she’d never told anyone how she got her job at the Bureau before. “Let’s just say I might have been doing some things when the Bureau found me…”

Everyone looked toward Garcia in astounded silence. “Babygirl, we are gonna talk about that later, but with that information, it’s possible she’s done something that the Bureau overlooked because of her never-ending knowledge. It looks good for the Bureau to have two certified geniuses working on the same team.”

“If they overlooked something big for work that’s one thing,” JJ interjected, “But it could be something that could hurt Spence, so…should we?”

“Let’s go,” Garcia whispered, making a beeline for her office. One by one JJ, Emily and Morgan followed her. They all just hoped there wasn’t anything in Y/N’s background that could hurt Spencer; he didn’t deserve it.

“Alright, I’m doing a background search going back 15 years to when she was 10,” Garcia said. She was nothing if not thorough.

“I don’t think we’re gonna find anything until at least 16 or 17, babygirl.”

“Yea, probably not,” JJ said, turning around to make sure no one was spying on them, even though they were already taking a risk doing their own spying. “Can you do an image search? Emily was saying she recognized her face. Maybe her face has been somewhere recognizable, but under a different name.”

Immediately, Garcia started a search using her picture. “Oh. My. God.”

“That’s where I knew her from,” Emily said, remembering all those years ago when she’d bought one of her first fancy sets of lingerie. “She was a lingerie model. A very beautiful, very racy lingerie model for a couple companies.”

They stared at the screen in amazement - Y/N’s body all but completely visible in a nude and red sheer bra and panty set with thigh highs and suspenders. Garcia continued to dig, finding out that she would loan out modeling services to almost anyone who would pay. “Do you think it went any further than pictures?” Morgan asked. “If it did, it’d break the kid’s heart. Someone’s gotta say something to him.” 

Everyone awkwardly shuffled around while Garcia printed out some pictures and information they were going to give to Reid. “Who’s gonna tell him?” Garcia asked. “Not it!”

“Not it!”

“Not it!”

“Dammit,” JJ muttered, having drawn the proverbial short straw. “I really hope we’re wrong about her. Then we can just feel guilty about doubting her, rather than watch Spence get hurt. I’ll tell him after work.”


“See you in a couple of hours, okay,” Y/N said, standing up on her tiptoes to give Spencer a kiss before she left. Apparently, she was going to be staying at his place for the weekend.

“Can’t wait,” he said, watching as she boarded the elevator and went out of view. 

After making sure that the coast was clear, JJ approached Spencer in one of the emptier hallways. “Hey, Spence. Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Sure, JJ. What’s wrong?”

She didn’t really know where the begin. “Umm, I don’t really know how to say this, so I guess I’ll just come out with it. Emily, Morgan, Garcia and I found out some things about Y/N.” Avoiding his eyes, she handed him the folder with the information and pictures they’d found. When she found the courage to look up, she saw Spencer’s eyes glaze over. He didn’t know. “We don’t know if it went any father than pictures, but even so, we figured you should know.”

“Thanks, JJ,” he said, closing the folder and putting it in his bag. When he walked away, JJ turned toward the rest of the team with tears in her eyes.

“I didn’t want him to get hurt,” she said, “but it looks like he didn’t know.”


“Hey babe,” Y/N said as Spencer opened the door. “What’s up? What’s with that smirk? Are you up to no good?”

Turning toward the counter, Spencer opened his bag and pulled out the folder. “It seems our teammates had some questions about you, so they did a background search.”

“They found my slutty pictures, didn’t they?” she said, biting her thumb and pulling her bra strap out from under her shirt for him to see. “Should we let them squirm for a little bit for snooping on me?”

As he licked his lips, he moved toward her, gathering her in his arms as he brought his lips to her neck. He knew the team meant well, but if they had asked him, he could’ve spared them the snooping. Y/N told him of her past - the fact that she’d done some semi-nude modeling in the past in order to pay off her debt from MIT, but that’s as far as it had gone - and he believed her. “I think that might be fun.”

Hard Work | one

Originally posted by cmtae

Not even your husband-to-be’s suspicious behavior was enough to make you question his identity.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: slight profanity, mentions of murder and suicide

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: angst, slight fluff, mafia! Taehyung au, lawyer! Jungkook au, CEO! Namjoon au

Song: Katy Perry’s Circle The Drain and Bridgit Mendler’s The Fall Song

A/N: this is gonna be so much angst i just know it rip me

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Married To The Boss [Three] | Rap Monster

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Namjoon manages to convince Y/N to pretend to be his wife which means meeting his dad.

My anxiety has been at an all time high since agreeing to do this. It didn’t seem real until we were on the plane back to Seoul and he was explaining the details to me. If anyone asked we were secretly dating for the past year and this marriage was planned a month in advance. The thought of having to meet Chairman Kim not only as an employee but as his daughter-in-law is causing a huge knot to form in my stomach making me a complete body of nerves.

After landing in Seoul, Mr. Kim gave me a ride home. I told him it wasn’t necessary but he insisted as my husband and mostly because he felt that he owed it to me for what I was doing. When he left me at my door he let me know that when I arrived at work tomorrow things were going to get hectic and he wasn’t wrong.

As soon as I got to work, there was already something different about how everyone was looking at me. They were also whispering whenever I had passed by them which made things more nerve wrecking for me. It wasn’t until I got to my desk when I started to hear all the noise. There’s a loud argument happening in Mr. Kim’s office.

Suddenly the door swings opens and a man that I’ve seen follows Chairman Kim around comes out of the room and straight for my desk.

“Miss. Y/L/N, would you please come with me?”

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Libraries & Lectures

A lil’ part 2 to my Elevators & Encouragement story, ~ <3.

Originally posted by rafael-barbae

The next day, when Rafael walked into his office, he was smiling as a result of his rather uneventful (therefore, he’d construe it as a ‘good’) morning… until he noticed his assistant glowering his direction as soon as he waltzed through the door.

Carmen rose to her feet the moment he strode in- her hands fell to her hips, and he could hear the damning tip-tip-tip as she tapped her toes against the ground.

“Wh…” Rafael flinched, even leaned backwards just a bit when momentum betrayed him and brought him nearer to the apparent battle field- “What did I do…?”

Immediately, she snapped, knowing better than to give him time to concoct a general defense- “What did you say to them?”

Them? Which them, exactly? He said things to lots of people, most days, and there were a number of options that could get him in trouble… "You’re gonna have to help me out.“

Frustrated, Carmen dropped a hand to her desk, began to tap out a beat with her fingertips. The drumming of damnation. "The library; What did you say to the library, or about the library?”

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More / Spencer Reid x Reader

Request: Can you please make an imagine/fic where… - y/n is the unsub and is very intelligent - her IQ is higher than Spencer’s - south Asian descent (sorry gotta represent myself lol) - very beautiful - one eye is green and the other is blue (EVERYONE gets lost into her eyes, which she uses as an advantage) - she’s trained to kill and somehow tricks the team into releasing her, only to kill again - lmao you can create the plot into whatever your brilliant mind deems fit

A/N: This is crazy because one of my eyes is green and the other is brown! But I hope you like it💕

Y/N - Your name
Y/L/N - Your last name
Y/F/N - Your fake name

Spencer was awoken by his phone vibrating on his bedside table.God what time was it? He reached for his phone hoping this was just Morgan drunk dialing him but knew better.

Once Spence clicked on the home button he was nearly blinded by the brightness. A mumbled curse word slipped out as he struggled to his eyes adjusting.

2:30 a.m. It was so late, what could anyone possibly want?

Of course, work.

“I need everyone to the BAU soon as possible, we may have a break in the Miami murders. - Hotch”

That text caused Spencer to wake up instantly. He remembered details about that case sparking his interest before it had went cold. Both of the men murdered had picture perfect lives that didn’t show any indication of anyone having the motive to murder.

The two men weren’t connected in any way before or after death. The team felt like they had hit a rock.

Spencer was the first one to arrive at the BAU barely put together. He had threw on his dirty work clothes from the day before hoping it wasn’t too obvious.

“Hey Hotch, what’s going on?”

“We had a tip from a restaurant out in the Keys, they had multiple occurrences of one of the victims with Y/N Y/L/N two months before he was found dead.”

Spencer’s interest perked up hearing your name, he hadn’t heard anything like it before. He knew you weren’t anything ordinary and felt bad for wishing he knew a possible unsub.

“What do we know about her?” Spencer was speed walking trying to keep up with Hotch’s pace.

Before he had a chance to answer Penelope joined the two men turning around a hallway, “I can answer that! Y/N has lived in Miami all her life and is trained in about every protective sport you could imagine. She also has bought over 10 different types of guns over the past years but shoots regularly at the range.”

Hotch nodded along to Penelope until they reached the interrogation room and spoke up, “The problem is we don’t know the reason for them meeting up so much. She told me it was just a family friend but we need Reid or Morgan to try to get more out of her.”

Spencer didn’t let five seconds pass before accepting Hotch’s offer, “I’ll do it sir. Morgan’s not here yet and I’m already prepped, just need the file.”

Penelope snapped her fingers as if a light bulb had just went off in her mind, “Oh! Right. Sorry it’s late I’m not used to being up this late.”

As Penelope gave Spencer the file he glanced inside the room to see you sitting there.

Woah. He was truly stricken by your beauty. You sat there with long dark hair and the face of a model. Spencer had never been attracted to the bad side until he saw you sitting there.

Once Spencer walked into the room he felt himself getting nervous. This wasn’t like him, he was used to the endless questioning and accusations but it was different tonight.

“So are you the guy who’s going to let me out of here? I already told the uptight one everything I knew. The guy was my dad’s friend.” Y/N looked over at Spencer who hadn’t even sat down yet.

“I’m Dr. Spencer Reid, I-uh,” he had looked up from the folder at your eyes. He noticed the brilliant color difference in your eyes. Your left eye was as blue as the Pacific, while the right could’ve been mistaken for a summers grass.

You smirked knowing exactly what was going on, this guy was for sure going to fall into your trap.

Spencer looked down at his hands trying to hide his attraction to you, “Sorry, it’s late. So you said he was close to your father?”

You rolled your eyes and leaned back into the metal seat, “Yes, i’ve already said this. Which if this is your idea of, quote on quote, breaking me down I already know if there’s no actual evidence for withholding, I’m free.”

Spencer sat up in his chair being taken back by every word that came out of your mouth. You were so smart, he was completely in awe.

“You’re right Y/N, but I’m not so sure that you’re innocent. What’s a girl from a picture perfect family doing learning every martial art in the book and carrying guns? Especially since your day job is a-uh, house nurse.”

“Ever heard of exercise? Running bores me and so maybe my rape whistle is a little louder than most, can you blame a girl?” You had crossed your legs and laughed a little.

“Oh, I see. I just wondered how a nurse has all this time on her hands to do so.”

“My free time? I spend ten hours a day taking care of elderly people and the rest at Tae Kwan Do or shooting targets with my father. So, if you’d like to tell me when I have the time to be a part time murderer, let me know.” You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and leaned towards the table.

You made Spencer so flustered. No one has been able to break down his barriers the way you had. He wasn’t used to being around anyone with the IQ even in range with his. Cracking an unsub was something he was usually good at.

“That’s, uh, true. I’m sorry for wasting your time tonight Y/N.”

You bit your lip fighting a smile, you’d done it again. “Oh, no problem. A night spent with you is never a waste.”

Spencer stood up and rubbed his neck trying to ignore that snarky comment, “Have a good night Y/N.”

“Reid, good job in there. She’s tough, no doubt, but her story seemed honest. I doubt we see her back in here.” Hotch had been listening in during the interview and took the file back from Spencer’s sweaty palms.

Spencer looked over to see you getting released from the handcuffs. He wanted more. More intel to that mind of yours.


The next morning the team had came together on another murder over night.

Garcia walked into the meeting room looking like she had just came across the meaning of life.
“So it turns out this man was married with a family just like the previous two. I looked into his banking history and found that he had been depositing most of his weekly paycheck into Y/F/N account.”

“What do we know about this Y/F/N?” JJ spoke up looking over at Penelope.

“Thanks for asking beautiful lady because according to our data, she doesn’t exist except for on paper. I decided to look back at the previous victims bank statements and found the same deal.”

Spencer felt his stomach turning, did Y/N play him last night? Was she using a fake identity? He was usually smart enough to catch this.

“Do you think it’s Y/N behind this?” Spencer looked over at Hotch for the answer he was dreading.

“Well we tried to contact her this morning and reached a disconnected phone. It’s more than likely that Y/N was using these married men for money and sought revenge if something went wrong in payment.”

Spencer felt outwitted but couldn’t help wondering where you had fled to. Those eyes were something he’d be hoping to see again one day.

werewolf-tracer  asked:

Prompt: max loses her memory because she used her power too much. Vic sees this as a chance to start over with Max.

Second Chances

Sitting in class Victoria looked over at a empty seat. Her favorite person to pick on was gone? It had been almost a week now. She had not seen her around the dorm either. Surprisingly, Victoria’s mind started to wander into wondering where Max had went. Looking away from the desk she sent her focus onto Mr. Jefferson’s words. It’s not like she needed to pay attention. She knew most of the things he went over, and if she didn’t and somehow failed this class, she could surely pay him off for the A. Looking down at her red nails she sighed and started to mess with them.

Could this class be any longer?

At this point Victoria just wanted to get out of here. She really wasn’t feeling it today. Picking up her phone from her desk she checked the time. The bell should be ringing here pretty soon and she could go find Taylor or Courtney to hang out with. Leaning up from her laid back position she started tapping her foot waiting for the sweet, yet very annoying sound of the schools bell.


Standing up and grabbing her things she quickly exited the room. Thank god Mr. Jefferson wasn’t interested in trying to keep her after class, she wasn’t very interested in kissing up to him today. Walking out the door and down the hall she spotted her crew sashaying towards her. Smirking she watched as they took their positions on each side of her, continuing forward.

“Hey, what’s up?” Victoria greeted them, not really caring unless it was some good gossip. Taylor grinned evilly. Now Victoria had to know what the scoop was.

I heard that Max Caulfield is coming back today after her little amnesia trip.” She giggled along with Courtney nodding. Raising her eyebrows Victoria nodded.

So that’s where she’s been.

“Amnesia?” Victoria questioned aloud as the group made their way towards their dorms.

“Yeah, I was thinking it would be great to mess with her some more, and it would be like the first time!” Courtney smiled at the thought of her plan. Victoria heard this and somehow had a sort of, rethinking? Should she really continue to torture Max Caulfield? What was she thinking– That’s all she ever does! Yet something about making her life any harder than it already is seemed unappealing to her.

“If we thought she was a freak before,  think of how weird she will be now!” Taylor added to Courtney’s plotting.

I heard that they found her wandering along the side of a road.” Courtney added to the story raising her eyebrows waiting for Victoria’s reaction.

“Yeah, Freak.” Victoria laughed along even though it did not feel genuine. The girls must have noticed.

“Vic, are you feeling okay?” Courtney asked with less concern for Victoria’s wellbeing, and more concern for how she reacted to this news.

“Yeah, I thought you would be pumped to hear this.” Taylor added along to Courtneys tone of voice. Their surprise made Victoria double think on how she was reacting to this. Shouldn’t she be plotting with the girls on how she could screw with Max?

“Of course I’m fine.” Victoria snapped. Now she wasn’t even in the mood to be around these two.

“Ugh, you two are making my head hurt.” She spoke with distaste at them. They exchanged glances and started to back away they arrived at the entrance to their dorm.

“Okay, we’ll just be out here then if you need us.” Taylor said treading on eggshells.

“As if.” Victoria responded to her friends rolling her eyes. She didn’t need anyone. As Victoria turned and was walking inside she heard Courtney questioning Taylor on if she knew why Victoria was acting so strange.

“You know how Vic gets when she gets headaches.” Taylor responded.

Victoria rolled her eyes and strutted on over to her own room. Opening the door she sighed and sat down at her computer. Better update her status. Her Facebook wall was mostly filled with pictures of herself. With the high tech camera her parents had bought her they looked quite professional.

Sighing she posted a picture that had been laying in her folders and leaned back in her chair. Why had she been acting so strange at the mention of Max? It’s not like she cared about Max Caulfield, the only things she used to love hearing about her was how much of a living hell she could make Max’s life. What’s so different now that she has lost her memory? She probably lost all memory of Victoria being mean to her too. Staring at her screen she continued to think over why she felt so out of it today. This caring thing wasn’t like her. It was so odd for her to feel almost sorry for Max. It was unusual for someone to just lose their memory like that. What happened to her? Victoria questioned herself as she sat at her computer wondering why it mattered to her. It wasn’t like she would treat Max any differently. Max was just a wannabe hipster who got on Victoria’s every nerve. That “I’m so sweet and innocent” act was really annoying. Victoria knew that there was something more to Max Caulfield. There had to be some secret she was hiding. Nobody is just that nice for no reason. Everybody wants something.

Max had been nice to her that one time though, when that freak accident of paint fell on her. Why would she be nice? After the rudeness she had given her why would Max just be pleasant to her? Maybe Victoria was reading into her wrong? Shaking her head she sighed.

“Vic, you know she’s just a little bitch.” She whispered softly to herself while looking up at her ceiling. Perhaps with the lose of memory Max would reveal her true disgusting side of herself. Drop the act because she forgot that she was always this perfect little princess here. Hopefully. Closing her eyes Victoria sat there in thought.

“Max!” A unfamiliar boy yelled from across the parking lot when she exited the bus. The brunet boy came jogging over to her. Blinking she titled her head not sure of what to make of him.

“Max, I heard you’d be coming back today!” He exclaimed and hugged her. With wide eyes Max stood there taking the hug awkwardly.

“Uh, Hello? Nice to meet you?” She said unsure of what to say. Who was this boy?

“Max, come on, I’m not that forgettable am I? It’s me! Warren?” He said trying to jog her memory. Max nodded thinking this name over. It sounded right, she felt like she knew a Warren.

“Warren.” She spoke his name aloud and looked to the concrete.

“Yeah! That’s it! You need any help finding things around campus or do you remember?” He asked politely. Wow, this guy was really nice. Even though the memories of who he was were sort of coming back she trusted that this person would get her to where she needs to be. Walking with him he seemed chipper.

“So as I remember you don’t have any more classes for the day, so dorm time it is! Unless of course you want to hang out with me?” He asked to persuade her before she even answered.

“That’s…A nice offer, Warren, but honestly it’s sort of like I just met you?” She said trying to let his offer down easy. He seemed to dislike this answer, yet let it go with a shrug.

“Okay, I can feel that. Maybe some other time. Either way I get to be like your tour guide and that’s pretty cool!” He tried to make this walk to her dorm interesting after that by explaining things around her. She was pretty much spacing off and nodding to what he was saying without really listening.

“…And to your left you will see a troop of Apes as they play with their football…” Max soon found herself by the door to her supposed dorm while Warren was droning on.

“So, This is where I leave you, fair maiden.”He bowed and smiled while strolling off.

Huh, So I was friends with a geek.

Max shrugged and turned the door to the dorm. While she had a paper telling where all her classes were and her room number in her back pocket of her jeans, Max felt like she knew this place. Perhaps she could find her room on her own? The doctor had recommended trying to remember things on her own instead of relying on what others told her solely. Walking down the hall and taking a long look at all the dorm rooms she forced herself to try and remember.

Come on Max, you know this.

Taking a chance at the door she believed to be her own she twisted the knob slowly. Not locked. This might be hers after all. Pushing it open gently she found her cheeks heating up.

Nope nope nope!

This was not her room! Eyes large Max stood there not knowing what to do. There was a girl sitting at her computer desk, turning around to look at the intruder of her domain. Max mumbled and stuttered out a response to all this.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry–I thought this was–” She started out and was quickly interrupted by the owner of this room.

“It’s–Okay. Are you lost?” This girl spoke to her, not extremely nicely, but pleasant. Max nodded as the girl stood from her desk.

Wowzers, she’s so pretty.

Max blinked thinking about how expensive her clothes looked, while she on the other hand was dressed in a cheap hoodie and jeans. This girl could practically be a model. Max thought of even asking her to let Max take her picture sometime.

No, that’d be creepy, I mean you just walked into this girls room. Does she even know you?

“It’s Max right? I’m Victoria, Victoria Chase. You can call me Vic.” She out held her hand with a small smile on her perfect pink lips. She must have known Max. Sadly Max couldn’t remember her. With a face like that you think it would be hard to forget.

“Yeah–You uh, must know me then?” She questioned, her memory foggy. Taking Victoria’s hand she shook it. Her skin was so soft.

“Yeah, we talked in class a few times.” Vic gave a small nod answering Max.

“I’m sure you’re looking for your room?” Vic went on.

“Oh- Uh, yeah I thought this was my room.” She confessed looking down even though it must be obvious. Pushing her light brown hair behind her ear she looked up with only her eyes. Vic was smiling kindly when she looked up.

“It’s just over there.” She pointed to a room not far down the hall.

“Thank you so much, I’ll be going now.” Max hurried off towards her room as Victoria called out to her.

“Hey, if you need anything I’m here.” Max smiled and waved goodbye as she entered her room.

Oh my god Victoria Chase–I can’t believe you just did that.

Victoria slid down the back of her door after she closed it from her encounter with Max. Did she really just make friends with Max Caulfield.

What happens when she remembers all the bad things you had done to her. Would she ever remember? How are you going to explain this to your friends?

Victoria sat there stunned at the new change of heart she had just had in those few minutes. There was just something about Max. Like this was a sign for a new start. For her to find what could have been between them. For her to get to know the complex creature that was Max Caulfield. She had been the same nice and shy her when they spoke. Could she really be what Victoria thought? Well, now was her chance to find out more about her. To get closer to her. Courtney and Taylor would just have to deal with this. Or she could lie to them. Make something up about the plan being to befriend Max and then–? Victoria didn’t want this to be a trick. She felt like she really wanted to be Max’s friend. Her heart was beating fast from the experience and her mind was racing. Max was the type of person to probably come to her for help after she offered it, so someone’s bound to find out about this new friendship–There’s not really away for her to hide it.

Either way, all Victoria knew was that right now she wanted to hang out with Max. She wanted to get to know her. She was somehow attracted to this nerd girl. Victoria the moth and Max the light. What a turn of events. As much as Victoria’s head tried to deny any positive feelings towards Max, her heart beat to a different tune.

What had Victoria gotten herself into?

(A/N: Thinking about continuing this? What do you think? You like it? It not it’s probably going to be a one shot– Towards the end about Victoria’s feelings though I was thinking about the song Headlock by Imogen Heap and I’ll leave a link if you want to listen!)

Pictures (Stiles Stilinski x Reader)

Originally posted by gabalecki

Imagine: Stiles Stilinski

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf

She sat in her room all by herself. She was in London now and was ready to start her new life. As she got up and started to unpack her stuff, she found an album with photos of her and him

Stiles was happy with her. Every time Stiles worked or researched something concerning the supernatural, Y/N would help him. She was always by his side. But she regretted that she never told him how she felt. She got mixed signals from him, but as soon as Stiles got together with Malia, she tried to stay away from Stiles. For her own good and for Malia as well.

Stiles noticed and tried to talk to her about it. But he never got an answer. He was confused as hell. But Y/N said that it would be better not to talk to her again. Stiles was shocked and tried to convince her not to do this. She would only hurt both of them. But lastly, Stiles gave up.

Y/N looked at a picture where Stiles was sleeping. She remembered that day really well, she took that picture. That was the day, they did some research with Scott, about the Beacon Hills National Bank.

She smiled slightly and touched the picture. Suddenly her finger disappeared inside the picture. She rapidly took out her finger. What the hell? How could she do that? How could that happen? She tried it again, now her hand was fully inside of the picture. Weird.

Everything was black. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. Where was she? She found Stiles and Scott sleeping. In the same position as in the pictures? Wait.. Did she just dive in to the picture and is now at that time when the picture was taken?

Suddenly Sheriff Stilinski came inside and looked at her. “Oh good morning, Y/N.”, he smiled at her. “Can you wake these idiots up?”

She nodded without saying a word. “Thank you.”, Sheriff Stilinski said and went downstairs.

“Uhm, guys?”, Y/N started. But when she noticed that they didn’t hear her she shouted. “Hey!”

Suddenly both of them got up. Stiles had a piece of paper sticking on his cheek. “Wait let me..”, she said as took the piece of paper.

As soon as Stiles looked at the piece of paper, he ran downstairs to his dad. Y/N sighed. She knew that right now they had to save Boyd and Erica, but she needed to talk to Stiles. She didn’t know how long she could stay here.

The moment Scott and Derek went to the bank and Stiles was left with and her, she knew that it was the time. He searched for folders concerning the bank.

“Um, Stiles?”, Y/N said, finally having the courage to speak.

He turned around and looked at her. “Yeah?”

“Look, I will explain you a few things but please don’t freak out, okay?”, she explained him.

“Uh, okay? Is it important because I have to-”

“It is.”

Both of them sat in the corner while Stiles looked at the folders.

“I sort of.. Come from the future, I guess?”

Stiles stopped his actions and slowly turned to her. “What are you talking about?”

Y/N took out the picture from her pocket. “In about a year, I will move to London.”, you started.

“Like in England?

“Yes.”, she told him. “And I will go to college there. I moved there and on my first day, I found our album.”, y/n looked at Stiles with sad eyes.

“What does this have to do with your album and that picture? How can is this possible, Y/N? Tell me.”, he said seriously and took her hand.

She felt her hand burning on the spot Stiles just touched. “Okay.. I kind of touched this picture and my hand kind of disappeared inside of the picture. Suddenly I find myself here, when I was in England just like a few seconds ago.”

She sighed and looked at Stiles sadly. “In that moment, I was talking to myself about how I was regretting not telling you.”, she looked at the ground.

“Not telling me what?”, Stiles now grabbed her shoulders and came closer to her. “What, Y/N?”

“That I love you.”, Y/N quietly said and looked at him.

She couldn’t tell what he thought. His facial expression seemed neutral. He thought about the whole situation. “You actually had a girlfriend, so I didn’t tell you.”, she added.

“A girlfriend?”, he asked.

Y/N nodded quietly. She silently stood up and walked to the other room. Was it wrong? What if she changed something? She didn’t know.

Unexpectedly she passed out. Everything was black again. She found herself in her room in London again. Everything seemed normal. She kind of felt relieved. Maybe it’s better that everything stayed this way.

She slowly stood up again and started unpacking her things until she heard a knock on her door. Y/N walked to the door and saw a guy holding a few cartons. “This shit is heavy!”, he said.

Y/N’s eyes widened. That voice belonged to..

He threw the cartons on the ground. Y/N saw Stiles’ perfect face. “What did you put in those? Stones?”

“Y/N?”, he asked worriedly. “Babe?”, he stepped closer.

“Wait, can you explain me what’s going on?”

Stiles smiled an held her close. Then he pressed his soft lips on hers. Y/N’s eyes widened even more. But she didn’t hesitate and kissed him back. “I guess I know what’s up.”, Stiles whispered after breaking the kiss.

“Mhm?”, Y/N’s eyes were still closed.

“I think this is the day you found out about your power. And don’t even know what kind of power this is. But you touched a photo and then you traveled back in time, I guess. There you told me that you love me. And on that day I told you that I love you too. But I guess when you passed out, you came back here. Since you moved to London, I helped you with the whole moving stuff.”

“And right now, I am visiting my amazing girlfriend.”

“But.. What about Malia?”, she asked him, still confused.

“Well, since you and me were together, she never made a move towards me. We’re friends.”

Now she understood. And suddenly all the memories came back. Everything she lived through since that day. She remembered every single detail. And that made her happy. Because now she had Stiles and that was the only thing she needed.


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Boomin (Part 4)

Here it is! After an amazing response to Part 3, I am posting the next part as promised. Thank you all so much for the kind words. It means a lot to me. This part is intended to be the final part so the ending will seem that way. But, if you guys would like me to continue it either in this story, or in a sequel story, let me know and I’m open to try and work out some ideas! This is a story that I really enjoy writing and I hope you are having as much fun reading it. Like/Reblog/Comment! And let me know about the continuation! Thanks Everyone! 

After being engaged a week, Sharna and Val decided to move in together ahead of the wedding. They made plans as soon as they got back from the tour to find a house to buy together. They had talked about a big wedding, with all of their friends and family, based in California. Sharna had spent her free, sleepless moments looking at floral arrangements, venues, and wedding dresses. She already knew who was going to be in her side of the wedding party so that wasn’t a concern. After the tour wrapped up, the two of them found a perfect house, to serve as their first home. They were able to close a month later and moved in the day after closing.

All their friends helped out with the move, bringing labeled boxes inside to the different  rooms. Alan had found Sharna in her new bedroom, where he delivered her with a box that said “Sharna nightstand drawer”. She remembered being in such a hurry that she just dumped the drawer upside down into a box. She sat down on the bed and looked through the box, skimming through the items. The keepsakes she was keeping for her and Val among other miscellaneous things. She was about to close the lid when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. Something that she forgot was in there, something that she completely forgot she had. It had been such a long time since he gave it to her, she figured whatever he wanted to tell her he had already said so it escaped his mind. She picked the flash drive up and pushed the box to the side. She reached for her computer which is the first thing she had brought in. Alan came in carrying another box. “Alan, would you mind just closing the door behind you. I need to listen to something very important,”

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Chapter 43: Pt. 2


I walked into the room with a big smile plastered across my face. Even though I had a real reason to smile I didn’t want to. Nothing about this meeting was good. If this fucker would have just left me alone I wouldn’t be here. But here I am, another day away from my son because people don’t want to listen.

I’m not going to lie though. There was a little bit of excitement in me. I knew what was about to happen. All week I’ve been busting my ass trying to get everything I can on Cruz. First it was going nowhere, i couldn’t find anything on him. Once I put a couple of people to work more information came flooding in. Now it was time to use this shit against him.

“Oh she’s smiling. It’s nice to see you Jaela.” Cruz smiled.

“I’m sure it is. I want to get this over and done with please.” I told him while taking a seat.

“Sure, I was surprised to get your message. You’ve finally come to your senses huh?”

“Something like that.”

“I knew you were a smart girl. I heard about your store, that’s a shame. Losing a business is never a great feeling.”

“Thank you, I feel sorry for your loss as well.”

“Loss? I didn’t have a loss.”

Laughing I looked down at my watch then back at him. “That’s funny cause from what I recall your bank just blew up ten minutes ago.”

“What? There’s no wa-“He was cut off by the sound of his phone ringing.

“You might want to get that.” I smiled. He answered the phone and talked to whoever he was. I could see the anger growing in his eyes. He was not a happy camper right now. Once he hung up he raised his eyebrow and looked at me.

“Do you know who you’re fucking with? I can make sure you don’t make it out of here alive.”

“Go ahead and do that. Just to let you know if you do, every single one of your business will go up in flames one at a time if I don’t make it out of here in about ten minutes.”

“You’re trying to start something you won’t be able to finish.” Juan said and I laughed.

“Do I look worried? All I want is too be done with this. If you want to take the chance and go to war with me you do that. You brought my son into this Cruz, but you know it’s funny to me because it made me think.”

“Think about what?”

“You and your family.”

“I don’t have family, we’ve discussed that.” He said and I smiled.

“Lies, you do have family, a mighty cute one at that. Your wife is a beautiful woman. So is your daughter she’s around my age right?” The anger on his face grew the more I spoke. I was loving this right now. “But I can’t get over your son. He is just adorable.”

“How did you-“

“I have my ways. Juan you don’t think I forgot about you right?”

“What do you mean? I don’t have family that isn’t a lie.”

“True, but you do have a lot of extracurricular activities. I thought I got some fun boy vibes from you when we first met but I thought I was trippin’.”

“Fun boy?”

“Yes fun boy. “ I pulled a manila folder from my purse and placed the pictures of him on the table one by one. All of them were of the same thing, him in very compromising positions with other men.

“How the fuck?”

“Don’t worry about that. Of course those are old. You have a new boo now right? Cruz I didn’t know you went that way too? I should have known. You’re too pretty.” I laughed while placing the picture of them kissing on the table. “I wonder how your wife would feel about this.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“Oh but I would. If you think these are the only copies you’re wrong. I have a bunch of them so do some of my workers. I can promise you by this time tomorrow your wife will know that her husband likes to take it up the ass.”

“Fine what do you want? Money?”

“Nope, I just want this to be done. I don’t need any money from you. All you have to do is leave Last Kings and my family alone and yours won’t be destroyed.”

“Fine, you can go. If I hear any type of words about this you will regret the day you were born.”

Chuckling I stood to my feet. “I’m not worried. You fellas have a nice day.” I picked my bag up and smiled one more time. “Oh wait I forgot.”

“Forgot what?” Juan asked.

“This last picture. I will admit that I was super shocked to see this myself. You being gay is not a big deal at all. Well not to me. I know a lot of men who likes other men. I just don’t know a lot of perverts.”

“Perverts?” Cruz looked at me confused.

“Yes perverts. You didn’t think you were his only piece of ass did you?” Laughing I put the last folder on the table. “Juan good luck.” Giving them one more smile I walked out of the room. As I got closer to the door I heard Juan begging and pleading for his life. Soon after there was one gun shot.

“Y’all might want to go see what that was.” I told the guards before walking out of the door and to my car. I wish I could have seen the look on Cruz’s face when he saw that picture.

“How did it go?” Mijo asked me after I got inside. I made him stay out here and wait. I wanted to handle this all on my own.

“Perfect, my job is done.”

“What happened?” He pulled off.

“Well they’re going to leave us alone. Juan is dead.”

“Dead? Who killed him?”


“Wait, why would Cruz kill his partner?”

“You would kill your partner if you saw a picture of him fucking your son.”

“Whoa wait what? Juan fucked Cruz’s son?”

“I don’t know, I wouldn’t put it past his nasty ass.”

“You just said it was a picture. How don’t you know if you saw the picture?” I looked out of the window and laughed. Really laughed, I mean hard. I don’t think I’ve ever found something so funny in all my life. “You’re confusing the hell out of me. How did you get a picture of Juan fucking his son?”

“I didn’t.”

“You had a picture though.”

“All I can say is, the things you can do with Photoshop are amazing. Making things that never even happened seem so real.”

Looking at me he started laughing. “You cold as fuck Jae.”

“So I’ve been told.” I joined in on the laughter while he drove.

I knew my plan would work, my uncle was right. Killing them would be too easy and it would cause drama that i didn’t need. Getting rid of them would do nothing but cause a war and with everything i’m trying to do that would be a dumb move to make. So i thought outside of the box.

He wanted to bring my family into it, i flipped it on his ass and made it ten times worse. This is why you should never underestimate somebody. They thought they were going to bully me into doing something I didn’t want to do and that shit backfired on them. I’m happy to say that because of me Last Kings is officially legit.