everything but the jeans and the black and white checkered shirt

Suits, volleyball, and all the headcanon in between.

[Terushima, Futakuchi, Noya, Tanaka, Ushijima and Tendou here]
[Akiteru, Kei, Kageyama and Hinata here]
[Ladies of Karasuno here]

Kuroo.

  • Black on black. No tie, open two-buttoned suit jacket that hugs his waist, the top two buttons of his shirt are undone. Tailored wingtip derbies, black and matte- polished to perfection.
    • He’s actually the one who dislikes wearing suits the most (I mean, have you seen the guy, he literally looks like he throws on whatever he has lying on his bed).
    • Oh, but if you challenge him, or if the need arises- he’s going to be the sexiest guy in the room because he sure as hell isn’t going to lose at anything.
      • Hours of research and a lot of changing rooms is not going to be for nothing. If he’s going to suffer, he’s going to do some real damage before he goes (namely to your short-circuited brain and perhaps severe blood loss via nosebleed).
    • He tried the red and black combination once, until a girl actually came up to him and asked him which host club he worked at, and he’s stuck to black from then on.
    • Those undone buttons on his shirt? Collarbones. They’re so sharp that they can slice through paper, and it makes his neck slimmer and his smirk all the sexier.
    • Everything’s been absolutely tailored at least twice, and it’s so on purpose. Can you imagine those legs- miles and miles of slim height and oh, he knows you’re staring. He’ll wink right back.
      • Now that he thinks about it, he’s never had to buy his own drink before, and thus Kuroo’s legendary alcohol tolerance was born.

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Gold Dust Woman

As requested by a few of you, here’s a “jealous kiss” ficlet - Modern AU -Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours album is an essential soundtrack to the end of this fic… (1980 words, M rated)


He has to set the pint glass back down on the bar before he crushes it in his grip, each breath he takes becoming measured in an effort to conjure an unaffected facade. It’s too slow tonight, amplifying every interaction, her laugh too loud from her end of the bar. Beyond frustrated with himself, he grabs a dishtowel and wipes at the polished wood before him in hopes that he can rub away this idiotic infatuation with the one woman he can never have. Emma Swan, the lithe blonde with the sharp tongue and impenetrable force field with whom he shares his Wednesday and Thursday night shifts. 

He’s half in love with her. Well, maybe more than half. 

The tiny hairs along the back of his neck rise and he knows she’s approaching, his own body defying his minutes-old mental edict to relax. 

“Hey, can I steal your Goldschläger? I’m all out.” 

Not trusting himself to look at her at the moment, he nods and continues to wipe at the nonexistent water rings on the wood with his rag. 

“What’s mine is yours love, you know that.” 

Cringing at the seriousness tinging the ends of his attempted flirtation, he closes his eyes in wait for her inevitable retort. 

“Everything okay with you?” 

He forces himself to look over his shoulder, too curious to see if her expression matches what sounds like honest concern in her voice. She’s regarding him with an unexpected softness and he forces a smile to curve his lips. 

“Aye, just tired, Swan,” he lies, hoping she won’t press him any further.

Her eyes narrow and then shift to his hand still moving the rag absently over the bar. 

“Right…well, I’ll just…” 

He watches as she slides behind him to grab the gold flecked cinnamon liqueur on the shelf, her short tank top lifting to reveal a strip of vanilla cream colored skin he longs to know the taste of on his tongue. The confines of his jeans feel suddenly too tight at that errant thought of his many fantasies and he snaps his head back forward, mentally shaking himself at his complete lack of control. 

“Hey Killian, you keep rubbing at that same spot, you’re gonna take the polish off.” 

Heat burns the tips of his ears at being caught, but he still manages to conjure up a salacious comeback. 

“Swan, sometimes it takes a lot of rubbing to really…get into it.”

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Not Like This

Originally posted by sddonald22

words:1.1k

pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

warnings: one swear word

tags: @qwacksonklaxon @1enchantedfantasy1 @insanelycool-jared-kleinman @totallynotkaibiased @petermanling @baka-chanismyname @gondorgirl01

A/N: So this is the third part to my Peter Parker series!! If you’d like to read the first part, it can be found here: Let Me Explain and the second part can be found here: Trust Me :) This series is turning out a lot longer than I planned it to be, to be quite honest, but I’m so glad so many of you like it!I hope you guys like this part and if you have any requests for me or you want to be tagged in the next parts you can shoot me a message or send it to my ask box: here  :)



I ruffled my already messy hair in frustration, my eyes had deep dark circles under them from the lack of sleep I had gotten. Even though I had fallen asleep right after the visit I had gotten from Spiderman, I had woken up a bit past midnight from the overthinking and hadn’t slept since then. 

Would I really let Peter back in after all he’s been hiding from me?

Sighing softly, I began to get ready for school earlier than usual, slipping on a pair of jeans and a shirt. Remembering the chilling cold weather from yesterday, I slipped on the cardigan again and wrapped a scarf around my neck.

I had so much time left before I usually left for school, so I decided to walk there instead.

Which was a better idea in my head before I realized where I had to pass by to get to school. Peter’s apartment complex. But I was already too far to turn back, if I did, I’d have to wait for the next train and be late to school. Taking a deep breath and hiding my head further into my scarf, I kept walking.

“H-hey _____,” I heard someone mumble from beside me. Peter.

“Hi,” I replied meekly, not really ready to face him so early in the morning. I was supposed to have the whole day to build myself up before I actually faced him, but it looked like luck wasn’t on my side.

I didn’t turn to see his reaction, but I could already imagine it. I had been avoiding him for weeks, going out of my way to have as minimal contact with him as possible. Then suddenly I’m not running the other way? He was probably completely surprised that I had replied to him.

“C-can we talk? After school?” He asked hesitantly after a few moments of silence between us.

Biting my lip, I thought back to what had happened yesterday and I slowly nodded.

“G-great! Um, c-can we meet at my apartment? I can explain everything to you there, I swear,” he asked quickly. We were nearing the gates of Midtown and he was probably going to speed off to tell Ned about what had just happened.
“Sure,” I spared a glance at him before ducking my head down and mumbling, “bye Peter.” I rushed off before he could say anything.

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Farmers Daughter - Stiles Stilinski {Part Four}

Thanks to my babe, @lovelydob for proofreading this for me and @mf-despair-queen for lurking and giving me the ultimate set up at the end of the part ;)


Originally posted by sensualkisses


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A Day at the Races

Originally posted by wellclutchmypearls

Pairing: Dayton White x Reader

Summary: You’re dating Dayton White, one of the best up-and-coming NASCAR drivers in the business, and all it takes is one race to put everything on the line.

Warnings: Language - Car Crash / Angst - Like one little sexual reference but I mean, it’s pretty innocent

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: I’ve been dying to write a Dayton White fic for awhile, and since I just saw Logan Lucky last night, there’s no better time to write this bad boy. I grew up watching NASCAR with my family and that movie was so funny to me, it was seriously great. Anyways, I managed to survive my doctor’s appointment from hell yesterday which was pretty cool. My new meds are going to make me a complete mess for about a week, so I apologize in advance for angsty fics. Anyways, let me know what you think of this one!


Race day has always been one of your most favorite days. You used to watch every race with your family and friends. It was quite a big deal back in your hometown, and when you started dating Dayton White, people just about lost their complete shit. Dayton was a fairly new player in the racing world, but he was rising through the ranks faster than any racer you’ve seen.

You had met while you were bartending at a small, run-down bar just down the street from your house. There was a race earlier in the day, but people were still filtering in the doors, ordering drinks and loudly conversing with one another. The bar was packed, and you were nearly overwhelmed with drink orders. Thankfully, another bartender had come to help you out, which aided in calming your nerves - with this many people, you never know if (more like when) a fight would break out. It was pushing midnight when he came in. At first, you didn’t recognize him. He was wearing dark wash jeans, a leather jacket, and a white t-shirt, his face obscured by one of his own Dayton White ball caps. After taking his drink order, you started talking with him, and by the end of the night, you two were headed for a 1 a.m. diner run.

“Hey darlin’, I have to head out,” Dayton’s voice breaks through your daydream. You look over your shoulder and see him walking down the steps to the main floor of the club house. He’s wearing his bright red racing suit and carrying his helmet under one of his arms. You stand up from your chair and jog over to him, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a tight hug.

“I love you,” you mutter into his shoulder. You lift your head to look at his face. He’s smiling like there’s no tomorrow. “Please,” you whisper, “be careful out there.”

“‘Careful’ is my middle name,” he smirked, leaning down to give you a kiss. You bring your hands back down to your sides, sliding them into the back pockets of your jeans. “Hey,” he lifts your chin gently with his free, gloved hand. “I promise, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me so much, doll. Just relax,” he mutters with a tilt of his head. His eyes search yours for a few moments, and you wish you could just take him back home where you know he’d be safe. “I love you, Y/N.”

You force a smile and nod, giving him one last peck on the cheek before he turns to head out the door and down to the racetrack. There are only about ten more minutes until the race is set to start, and soon, more of the other partners of the racers fill the room. The table you’re sitting at is small, and the two chairs are positioned towards the large glass viewing panes that make-up one of the walls of the clubhouse. A blonde woman walks in, then takes a seat in the empty chair across from you. You’re still not familiar with many of the other spouses and partners in the room, and while you’re usually quiet and prefer to keep to yourself, you decide to throw caution to the wind and introduce yourself.

“Hi,” you basically sing, “I’m Y/N Y/L/N, Dayton White’s -”

“Oh, Honey, I know who you are,” her thick, southern accent was sugary sweet, and her smile was even sweeter. It could probably give you a cavity. “I’m Amy,” she coos as she digs around in her large purse and pulls out a compact mirror and lipstick, choosing now to re-apply. “So tell me,” she says cheerfully after smacking her lips together. “How’s Dayton doin’?”

“H-He’s good,” you nod, swinging one leg over the other, turning your body towards the track. “So, you’re -”

“Oh! There they go! It’s racin’ time, people!” Her voice cuts through the room above the announcers’ voices.

You spot Dayton’s car near the front, trailing a few others. A bright yellow 63 is painted on the side with red and yellow flames racing down the hood and the sides of the car over a smooth, black finish. Your heart pounds as you watch them near the start, and nearly skips a beat when the checkered flag is waved. You’ve never felt this uneasy about one of his races before, but something feels different about today.

And they’re off! What a great day for a race.” The announcer’s voice comes through loud over the speaker system in the room. You take a sip from your drink and hope that your nerves will calm as the race progresses.


Only ten laps to go and Dayton White has taken the lead with Johnson and Busch trailing close behind,” the announcer’s voice rings out over the cheer in the room.

Come on, Dayton. You got this. A smile pulls at the corner of your lips as you think about the celebrations that are sure to follow - both down on the track and in the bedroom.

“He’s not too bad,” Amy chirps. You look over to her.

“Yeah,” you slowly nod, then look back to the track. “Guess he’s not, after all.”

Eight more laps to go and White still holds the lead with Johnson and now Harvick close behind.”

You sigh a deep, relaxing breath as you watch Dayton’s car pull far ahead from the rest as it crosses over the large, faint white finish line. Seven more laps and it’s all over.

Dayton’s close to the wall as he takes the first turn - a little too close for comfort. A new, intense flicker of worry sparks to life in your chest - and then, it happens.

And here comes White ‘round the corner and - Oh! Into the wall and up into the air!

Your heart stops and you instinctively shoot-up from your chair, hitting the table with your arm on your way up. The chair topples over behind you, but you don’t even notice. The slick glass cup in your hand slides to the floor, landing with a muffled crash on the carpet. Time slows to a near stop, and all you can hear is a thick, deafening silence while his car flies through the air. The front end of the car hits the track, sending it soaring towards the grass. Upon impact, the car digs into the ground, sending chunks of grass and dirt shooting into the air, then rolls nearly four times, stopping on its roof.

…as it comes to rest upside down on its roof.

We were hoping it wouldn’t happen, but here with seven laps to go, it indeed has.

Y/N?” A muffled, ringing voice trickles through the silence. “C’mon, Sugar, let’s sit you down.”

You painstakingly drag your eyes away from Dayton’s crumpled, wrecked car towards the direction of the light voice and find another racer’s wife next to you. One of her hands is on your elbow, the other on the small of your back, trying to lead you back away from the windows, but your feet are firmly planted on the ground. You look back to the track and see Dayton’s car hidden through thick, billowing smoke. A wave a weakness hits your body like a train, and your legs buckle beneath you. It feels like the air from your lungs has been forcefully squeezed out, and you have to remind yourself to breathe.

Dayton hasn’t come out of the car.

Other trucks and emergency vehicles race up to where the car now lays dormant. Time snaps back into its usual pace as you gasp for air. You suddenly bolt from the ground and out the door, frantically searching for the stairs that lead down to the track. You stumble for the door just down the hall from you, vision blurred by hot, stinging tears. You hop down the stairs, pushing yourself to run faster and harder than you have ever run before. After running down multiple stairways and long, never-ending hallways, you throw open one last door and are blinded by the burning sun. You shield your eyes with a hand, and spot Dayton’s pit crew frantically trying to gather different materials, his crew chief, Don, is in obvious disarray as he talks into his phone.

You sprint across the silent track and into the grass, heading straight for the crew.

Don!” Your throat pulses as the scream tears through. He’s caught off-guard by your appearance and quickly hands off his phone to another member next to him.

“Y/N,” he breathes, stopping you by the shoulders. “You shouldn’t be down here, not right now.”

“Where is he,” you frantically look around for any signs of Dayton.

“He’s still in the car,” Don mutters gravely.

“What do you mean he’s still in the car?! You have to fucking get him out of there!” You slip from his hold and run past the crew to the other side track. You stop in your tracks, stumbling on a rock in the process, and land on your hands and knees. You push up from the ground, standing in terror and disbelief as you watch a group of men still trying to get Dayton out of his car.

Dayton,” you desperately whimper. “Dayton!” Your feet unwillingly carry you over to the wreck, but you’re stopped about ten yards away by another man. “S-Sir please, that’s my boyfriend, I-I need to see him, please,” you beg through your tears. The man responds by gently, carefully pushing you back a few feet.

“Ma’am, I need you to -”

“Is he okay? Please tell me he’s okay. W-Why isn’t he out of the car yet?” Your voice is shaking hard, and you probably sound like you’re losing your mind, but the truth is, you are.

“We won’t know anything until he’s out of the car,” he mutters as you watch a team of men finally drag Dayton out of the car.

Dayton!” You slip under the man’s arms and over to where the emergency team was putting Dayton on a gurney. A hand grabs your wrist and a pair of strong arms pulls you into a tight bear hug. “No! Let…me…go!” You put up as much resistance as you could muster, but it’s no use.

“Y/N, you have to calm down,” Don’s voice was quiet, laced with worry. You give up your fight as you watch the ambulance with Dayton drive away, down the track, out of sight. Your whole body slumps in exhaustion and defeat and Don makes a noise as he tries to hold you up, but after a few seconds, he lowers to the ground with you.

“W-We need to follow them,” you choke out.

“We will, Y/N. The car’s almost here. We just have to wait.”


The hospital room was nearly quiet besides the hum and beeping of the machines tracking Dayton’s vitals and helping him breathe.

It’s been nearly a week after the crash, and they still haven’t woken Dayton up, but the doctor said they’ll be trying to today. Your body is heavy, filled with exhaustion. Sleep has been nearly impossible, and eating has been put on the back burner. The large majority of your attention has been on Dayton and waiting for him to wake up - if he can. When the doctors came to speak with you in the lounge of the hospital, they had told you he suffered a major concussion, a few broken ribs, some of the bones in his left hand was fractured, and his left leg was broken. They came to the conclusion that because of the extent of the injuries, he should be kept asleep and very closely monitored.

You were sitting next to his bed, head resting on your arm near his waist, your hand gently caressing the top of his. The soft padding of shoes clicked through the room, alerting you of another presence in the room. You drag your head up and greet the doctor with a small, forced smile.

“We’re going to try and wake him up now,” he spoke very softly. You nod and stand up from your chair, brushing out a few wrinkles in your clothes. You spy Don standing just outside the door and he beckons with his head for you to see him in the hallway. He’s been here all week with you, trying to get you to sleep and eat, but obviously not doing too well of a job.

You meet him outside of the door.

“Let’s go get some coffee,” he mutters. “We should give them space to work.” Both of your gazes turn towards the interior of the room where a few different doctors are either taking notes on their clipboards or talking about his condition. You chew the inside of your lip and nod, letting him put his hand on your shoulder and lead you down to the cafeteria of the hospital.


After eating a bowl of oatmeal and drinking some coffee, you grab a to-go cup for the rest of your drink and head back up to the room, leaving Don who was talking on the phone with some other members of the crew, updating them on Dayton’s condition. While in the elevator back up to Dayton’s room, your fingers tapped nervously on the edge of the cup. The soft ding of the elevator catches your attention, and the doors slide open. You take your time walking back to his room, racking your mind through the endless list of possibilities of what you’ll find. The nurse at the desk smiles at you and you smile back. You stop a few feet away from the doorway of his room, taking a deep, calming breath, then slowly peer in. The bed has been adjusted so Dayton sits propped-up, quietly mumbling to a doctor. His eyes were heavy, and you could tell he was in pain.

“D-Dayton?” You whisper, taking a few steps into the room. Dayton looks at you and a smile spreads across his tired face.

“Y/N,” he croaks. You smile as a few tears prick at your eyes and walk back to the spot you were in earlier.

“How…How are you feeling?” You rub his knuckles with your thumb and he weakly grabs fingers.

“Could be better,” he lightly chuckles, then winces, drawing in a sharp breath. A pang of worry shoots through you. Dayton must sense this as he reassures you that the drugs they’ve given him should be kicking in soon to help with the pain.

“I thought you said you’d be careful,” you whisper. A few silent tears slide down your cheeks.

“I know…I’m sorry,” his brows knit together in concern. “I-I don’t know what happened, I just - ”

“Hey, no, it’s okay,” you soothe him. “I’m just glad you’re alive.”

“Me too,” he smiles at you. “Although, I have a feelin’ you might kill me once I can walk again.”

“Oh, you bet your ass I’m going to kill you,” you laugh through a few more tears. “I nearly had a fucking heart attack when I saw you hit that wall. Next time, stay in your lane.”

“Lane? Doll, it’s not like I’m racin’ down a highway,” he jokes, laughter shining in his eyes. “And…next time?”

“I know I can’t stop you from doing what you love,” you admit. “I know you’ll be back out on that track as soon as you possibly can be, but, I swear, if you pull a trick like that again, I’ll kill you myself.”

“Sounds like a deal,” he chuckles again through the pain. He looks at you for a few seconds. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Dayton,” you press a kiss delicately to his temple, smoothing back some of his hair. “You’ll always be a pain in my ass, but I love you.”


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okay but just imagine the Woman’s Pride March in Los Santos. You have your women marching and of course since this is Los Santos you have people who don’t believe in this and so they are throwing things at the marchers, fighting them, yelling slurs.(of course the police isn’t doing anything about it the LSPD is super corrupt) And then suddenly you here a distant rumbling and everybody turns and just sees 8 huge pink monster trucks stopping at the edge of where marchers and the assholes against it are. The doors to the pink trucks open revealing the Fake AH Crew

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I’m Here To Help

Request: Magnus bane x warlock reader??

Pairing: ReaderXMagnus

Word count:- 1.7K

Warnings:- None 

Authors Note: Hey everyone! I hope you like this imagine, I had so much fun writing it! Also its so good to be back after such a long time, hopefully now I can update more regularly. Anyways enjoy! :D P.s. If you want a part two let me know! 


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Masterlist


Originally posted by mattdaddarios

*GIF is not mine*

Magnus POV

“Why am I here again, Clary?” I huff, throwing myself down onto the nearest chair. We were all surrounding a huge table that held many files and photographs.

“ We asked you to be here because we need your help” Jace says, fully focused on the computer monitor in front of him.

“Wow, what a surprise! You need my help…… Again” I say dramatically, pulling out my phone as I recline into my chair.

“ Magnus you are the only one that can help us… And to be honest the only person we trust” Clary mumbles, looking at Izzy, who in return nodded in agreement.

“ Fine” I sigh “ what can I help you with?”

“ We need you to find her” Jace says plainly as he hands me an iPad, the girl on the screen was beautiful, almost too beautiful.

“ Who is she?” I question, concentrating on the image, I didn’t recognise her at all.

“ Her name is Y/n Y/L/N, she is a Warlock just like yourself” Alec pipes in.

“ Why do you need me to find her?” Looking up from the picture.

“ She is all alone, her family was recently killed by Valentine when he was on the hunt for the warlock that cast the spell on Jocelyn. She is in a lot of danger, she is next on Valentine’s list ” Izzy motioned to picture on the desk. It held a happy group of people, a family. I swallow the lump that was creeping up my throat, poor girl.

“ So you want me to look after her? ” I mumble looking back at the iPad.

“ Yes, it would be greatly appreciated” Jace said confidently.

“ It will be my pleasure” I say standing up, I nod my head and move to the doorway. Where do I begin to look for Y/N?

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So I decided it was best to look this young Warlock up. Pulling out my phone as I walked, typing her name into the search bar on Facebook. Thankfully a page came up, the same picture that I had just seen.

I scrolled down her profile and see we had a mutual friend. Clicking on her friends list only to be greeted with a name I was not expecting. Raphael?

Quickly I pull up my contacts and press call on Raphael’s name. After 3 rings he eventually picks up with a cocky line.

“ Hello? Who may I ask has the wonderful pleasure of talking to me?” He breaths out, you could tell he was smirking.

“ Cut the crap Raphael, how well do you know Y/N Y/L/N?” I hiss through the phone, God I hated this guy.

“ Ooo that’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time” Raphael says, suddenly paying attention.

“ So you know her?”

“Yes” he replies simply, ugh! I don’t have time for this.

“ Do you know where she might be staying?” I question, a hint of anger seeping through my voice.

“ Actually… I do” he says bluntly, obviously enjoying his power over me.

“ God dammit Raphael! If you don’t tell me everything there is to know about Y/N, I will come round to your scrawny hotel and burn all of your designer jackets!” I yell, earning a lot of strange looks from some passing mundanes.

“ Calm yourself Warlock I will text you all I know” he says and quickly hangs up before I could reply.

Seconds after the line disconnected my phone beeped, a text from Raphael. It was a link to a coffee shop that was two blocks away. Another beep followed.

Raphael: She is currently there.

I snapped my fingers and appeared at the entrance of the coffee shop. It had the cutest layout. They had squad lead windows that had colourful flower boxes underneath. The outside was painted a pale turquoise, with a simple sign that said: The Checkered Tablecloth. That must be the name.

I opened the door with care, a small bell above rattled to signal a new customer had entered. I had never been here before but some of my friends had told me that this was a cool little place for Downworlders, they were right.

Quickly I scan through all of the people in the small, confined space. Then my eyes flow over a delicate girl sat in the corner of the café, glasses placed on the bridge of her nose at a quirky angle, with her head in a book. Her face was scrunched up in concentration, long black eyelashes lay softly on her cheekbones as she closes her eyes every so often. She was the definition of beautiful. I was suddenly pulled from my dream like state by a voice.

“ Sir? Excuse me? Can I help you?” An older woman from behind the counter asks in a scratchy voice, slightly annoyed that I was just stood there.

“ Yeah.. I eh… Can I em …” I splutter, unable to form words, what was wrong with me? I glance back over to Y/N to find her still engrossed in her book.

“ Can I have a black coffee please?” I mumble back to the woman as I watch her scurry around. I fall back to watching Y/N, she was dressed like an average girl for her age, black skinny jeans, a cute novelty t-shirt and some converse.

“ That will be $2.50” the woman snaps as a I hand her the money. Grabbing the drinks, I began to head over to Y/N.

“ Excuse me? Are you Y/N Y/L/N?” I say politely as I sit. As soon as she lifts her eyes to mine I realize her mark was her eyes just like me. Hers were a purple/blue and they looked magical.

“ Yes I am, you are Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn” she says shyly as she places her book down, Pride and Prejudice? She was a romantic huh… “ Can I ask why I have been blessed with your presence?” She says as she sips her hot drink.

“ Actually, I have been sent by the Shadowhunters to find you” I say as I set my drink down on the glass table. A sudden panic flashed across Y/N’s face.

“ You are not in trouble” I add quickly, her body suddenly relaxes.

“ What do the Shadowhunters want from me?” She mumbles, looking at her hands, she was beginning to fidget. I lightly place my hand on hers to stop her, she looks up through her eyelashes lazily.

“ They want me to look after you, Valentine is looking for you” I state softly.

“ What? Why would you do that?” She questions.

“ Because I know what it is like to be alone, I don’t want that for you” I whisper, dropping my eyes to my coffee, my left hand still placed on hers.

“ Thats so nice of you but-” I quickly cut her off by placing my finger on her lips.

“ No buts, I will protect you Y/n”

“ Thank you, Magnus” she smiles when I move my hand away. After a few minutes of talking and getting to know the basics about each other, I suggested we head to the Institute.

Walking along the snowy path towards the glamoured building had become like a ritual for me, I was here almost everyday…

“ What if they don’t like me?” Y/n says from beside me, I quickly glance at her, she was wearing a white bobble hat and a green Parka coat. She looked adorably small.

“ They will love you, I promise” I smile at her to assure her that she was in no danger here. She smiles back softly. We continue up the steps to the entrance, Izzy suddenly appears with a grin.

“ Hey you must be Y/n!” She says excitedly, running over to us.

“ Hi” Y/n says quietly, she was so scared it made my heart melt. I quickly grab her hand, squeezing it to signal that she was going to be okay.

“ Come on in! Everyone is waiting!” Izzy says excitedly, skipping back into the Institute. We followed behind.

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Later That Night

“We better be heading back” I tell everyone, I really needed to get back to sorting through Ragnor’s things.

“ Well, it was great to meet you Y/n” Clary smiled politely, which Y/n returned.

“ It was so nice to meet you too” she replies sweetly, grabbing her coat and hat. We waved our goodbyes as we made our was to the door.

“ We are better off taking a portal to my apartment, rather than walking” I explain as I snap my fingers. A purple haze appeared on the wall in front of us. Y/n gasped in surprise.

“ Can you teach me how to do that?” She says with a stunned face.

“ Of course, we can can start tomorrow” I smile as I grab her hand. We both walk through the portal.

We appear in my living room, my coffee table was currently covered in spell books that were Ragnor’s. I move towards them and began to pack them back in their boxes. I will have to do this tomorrow. I turn quickly to Y/n and smile, which she returns.

“ I will show you to your room” I say quietly and head towards one of the many spare rooms. It was recently decorated to a modern style. The walls were a pale blue, a sturdy wooden bed with white sheets and a set of chester draws lay against a wall. The rest was bare.

“This is now your room, you can add things to it if you like, we can go shopping for stuff. Also there are some clothes in the draws ” I say as she wanders into the room, silent.

“ It’s perfect!” She spins around to face me with a grin, then all of a sudden I was engulfed into a hug. I accepted the gesture and hugged back.

“ Thank you so much” she mumbles into my chest.

“ Its no problem at all” I mumble into her hair. After a couple of minutes we pull away.

“ Goodnight Y/n” I say quietly.

“ Goodnight Magnus” she smiles softly. A small grin appears on my face as I head across the hall to my room.

Title: Riding the Horseman

Length: 2,545 words

Rating: M

Warnings: smut! lots of smut

Pairing: Warren Worthington III x Reader

Original Request: You have inspired me… maybe one warren x reader where he takes you to see Metallica live and you end un making love somewhere near the arena where you can still hear the music? Please it would make me very happy ★-★

A/N: for my dear @blood-on-my-french-fries You waited much too long for this one. This is hardercore than I have posted before. Please enjoy.

“Baby, are you ready to go yet?” you heard your boyfriend call as you finished applying your lipstick. You dabbed at the edges and made sure none of it was left on your teeth as it dried. Thank God for lipstains. “Babe! Come on I don’t want to be late for the concert!” he called again and you rolled your eyes.

“I’ll be out in five minutes!” you called back at Warren through the door. You could hear his newly refeathered wings moving against the wall.

“You said that ten minutes ago!” he claimed. He looked down at his watch to confirm it. “We gotta get flying soon or we’ll be late!”

“Well, this takes time!” you protested as you checked your reflection again. Even you had to admit you looked amazing.

“Babe, you would look beautiful in a clown suit, now can we please go!? I don’t want to miss the opening act!” you huffed.

“Okay! I’m coming out.” You opened the door and looked at him. Warren was dressed in a leather jacket he loved that you had gotten him for Christmas last year, black semi-tight jeans, his black ass kicker boots as you called them, and a white t shirt. You let out a low whistle as you admired him.

“Gonna have to keep an eye on all the girls at the show, they’re gonna want a piece of you tonight.” You giggled as his hands wrapped around your waist.

“You’re one to talk…” he looked you up and down. You wore a dark purple jean skirt with a diamond studded belt, a cropped leather jacket, high heeled leather boots, and a Metallica tube top showing off yours assets. You could practically see him drooling. He leaned down and kissed you like he was starving. You gently pushed him off.

“Save it until after the concert Angel Face.” You said allowing him one last kiss and a squeeze of your ass. “Remember? You’re the one who bitched about us being late.” You fixed your skirt.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s head out.” Warren spread his wings as you ran over to open the large window. Outside the sky was clear, dark, and beautiful. He scooped you up bridal style as he took off. He soared higher and higher into the full moonlit night towards the city. You wrapped an arm around his neck feeling a breeze run through your hair. The world below looked incredible. No wonder he loved flying so much. You left a kiss on his tattooed cheekbone.

You had been skeptical at first when he told you about Metallica performing in the city. He told you a month ago he could get you both in but you had never been to a concert before and had no idea what to expect. You liked the band. Warren was the one who got you into Metallica in the first place, but you weren’t sure you could hang with his crowd. Eventually he wore you down and you agreed to go. You couldn’t wait to hear them play.

Within 15 minutes you saw the arena and it was already packed. You weren’t surprised when Warren didn’t fly near the ticket checkers.

“Make us invisible, babe.” You gave him a knowing look. That was your mutation. You kissed him and focused on the both of your forms making you both invisible. It wasn’t actually invisibility. You just blended into your surroundings. When he would say, make us invisible, he meant blend you into the sky and 9.99 times out of 10 it works. In this case it worked as you two flew over and circled the arena looking for a place to land. Warren finally spotted a place and touched down near the backstage and you both held hands as you made your way into the crowd. People parted and let you pass, mostly because of Warren’s wings. He kept his wings low as not to obstruct anyone’s vision of the band.

The crowd was already loud and getting rowdier as the anticipation got worse. Warren wrapped both arms and wings around you like shield to keep you protected. He held on tight and then let out a shout of joy as who you guessed was the band appeared on stage. You could see the grin on Warren’s face as he looked to the stage. The crowd surged forward in a wave like motion and the show began. You hadn’t seen Warren having so much fun in a long time. You held onto his arms and enjoyed the show.

It was almost an hour and a half into the show when you felt everything change. You were pressed close against him. You could feel his heartbeat elevate, his breathing increase, and then, with no warning, you felt him pressing hard against your ass. Maybe you should go to more metal concerts.

You craned your neck and looked him in the eye. His pupils were dilated and his hands griped your hips tighter. He pulled you closer so he could grind against your ass and you let out a gasp that was lost in the noise. He licked the edge of your ear and you shivered. If anyone around you noticed anything they didn’t let on. He kissed down your ear to your neck and bit down hard making you cry out. Everything was lost in the noise of the crowd and band. When his fingers brushed over your inner thigh you knew what was coming and it made you wet with anticipation.

Ignoring the angry sounds everyone else made, he gripped you tightly in his arms, spread his wings, and took off above the crowd. He flew, biting into your neck the whole time, and finally found a new spot to land. You could still hear the band playing as you landed in a fenced off, secluded area behind the arena the concert was in. You heard the familiar tune of “Enter Sandman” begin to play as you landed. Warren had you shoved against the fence and his lips were on yours, tongue in your mouth, and his hands wound into your hand and sliding between your knees. He was damn near drunk. Who knew metal music had this effect on him!

You moaned as his hand slipped under your skirt and he practically growled against your skin when he discovered you were wearing no underwear.

“Bad girl…” he whispered in your ear. “Trying to drive me crazy?” He buried his face into your neck nipping at your soft skin and his fingers moved inside you making you wetter than ever. He withdrew and pulled you away from the fence. He shoved you back first into a brick wall and began unzipping his jeans. He pressed back against you kissing you again and pulling down your top and bra exposing your breasts to him. He attacked one breast not being gentle in the slightest and kneaded the other in his hands. Your moans only fueled his fire as one of your hands tugged at his hair while the other gripped his shoulder scratching down his back. He threw off his jacket and yanked yours down. You parted for a second as the song changed from “Enter Sandman” to “Master of Puppets”.

You grinned at him and dropped to your knees. The hard cement dug into your skin but you ignored it. You finished unzipping his jeans and released his throbbing manhood from the confines. You looked up at him with innocent eyes as you shoved him against the wall. You gripped his cock in your hands stroking him a few times before licking his very tip. Then you took his right into your mouth. The sounds he made as you sucked him were enough to drive you crazy. You kept going letting your tongue do most of the work. When you would pull away your fingers would stroke along the bottom part of his shaft where he was the most sensitive. You felt his hand wrap into your hair and he pulled making you gasp with pleasure. You liked your hair pulled. You played with him a little more and then sank your mouth back onto his throbbing cock. You kept going until you knew he was about to go over the edge.

“No!” He pushed you back and you looked up at him. He hit his knees and kissed you again. “My turn.” He grabbed his jacket and threw it down before laying you down above it. If he was anything he was considerate. He yanked your skirt up bunching it around your waist. He bit down your stomach and chest until he hit his destination. You held your breath and nearly screamed as you felt his tongue plunge into you. He flipped your legs onto his shoulders and his fingers dug into your thighs hard enough to leave bruises as his tongue moved inside you again.

“…God! Warren! Don’t stop…” you begged as you felt yourself getting closer. He drank your juices like he was a dying man in the desert. “I can’t! I-” He always loved how you tasted on his tongue. He needed to hear how much you begged and how much you screamed when he ate you out. He didn’t stop until he felt the pull on his curly blonde hair and your lower half spasm as you climaxed beneath him. You screamed his name and your eyes rolled back seeing the full moon above you both. It was the only light in the dark.

He released your legs and pulled himself back up to his knees. He smiled as your juices dripped down his chin. It was probably the sexiest and most obscene thing you had ever seen. He climbed back above you leaving a long, deep kiss on your lips. You felt him at your entrance and you cried out as he rammed into you.

“Warren!” you yelled unable to hold it in aware you could be caught any moment. He rocked into you losing the feeling that was you around him. You were tight and hot and he couldn’t stop himself. He thrusted inside you going to the hilt as deep as he could get. You screamed beneath him as he hit a particularly amazing spot and he grinned. Warren grunted as he slid inside you again and again as hard as he could. Then, you both heard it. The song ended and you heard the intro to the band’s song “The Four Horsemen”. How appropriate. You grabbed him by the shirt and then flipped the switch.

By the last breath of the fourth winds blow 
Better raise your ears 
The sound of hooves knocks at your door 
Lock up your wife and children now 
It’s time to wield the blade 
For now you have got some company 

He hated being on his back when you had sex because it put too much painful pressure on the base of his wings. But you did it anyway. You pulled him up into a sitting position against the brick wall. His head was pressed against the brick but he didn’t even feel it. All he felt was you grind against him before sinking back onto his cock.

The Horsemen are drawing nearer 
On the leather steeds they ride 
They have come to take your life 
On through the dead of night 
With the four Horsemen ride 
Or choose your fate and die 

He watched you face as you sank down. Your face twisted and you let out a sigh mixed with a gasp as you came down on him. You muttered a string of curse words and he reached out to play with your breasts again. He latched back onto one and you held onto his hair.

You have been dying since the day 
You were born 
You know it has all been planned 
The quartet of deliverance rides 
A sinner once a sinner twice 
No need for confession now 
‘Cause now you have got the fight of your life 

The Horsemen are drawing nearer 
On the leather steeds they ride 
They have come to take your life 
On through the dead of night 
With the four Horsemen ride 
Or choose your fate and die 

“Fuck…babe…FUCK!” he yelled as you rode him hard. You kept going to the beat of the song never letting up as you came a second time. His stamina could last for hours but you were determined. You heard the solo and kept going. You grabbed his shoulder and the wall for balance. You sent yourself down as hard as you could feel him build up again. You completely lost yourself in the feeling of him inside you. You couldn’t stop. Not when you were both so close.

Time 
Has taken its toll on you 
The lines that crack your face 
Famine 
Your body it has torn through 
Withered in every place 
Pestilence 
For what you have had to endure 
And what you have put others through 
Death 
Deliverance for you for sure 
There is nothing you can do 

So gather round young warriors now 
And saddle up your steeds 
Killing scores with demon swords 
Now is the death of doers of wrong 
Swing the judgment hammer down 
Safely inside armor blood guts and sweat 

The Horsemen are drawing nearer 
On the leather steeds they ride 
They have come to take your life 
On through the dead of night 
With the four Horsemen ride 
Or choose your fate and die

You slammed onto him again and again as the song ended. Finally, the finals chords played and you slammed down for the last time. He came with a loud groan that sent you over the edge yourself. You both rode it out as he came inside you. You sat on him, still breathing hard, the music ended and the crowd cheered. You both smiled at each other and he kissed you again.

“Shall we head home?” he asked as you fixed your shirt. He helped you off of him and you fixed your skirt. You could feel fluids running down your thighs as you smiled at him. He stood up, dusted himself off, and picked up both of your jackets. He threw yours to you and he tucked himself back into his jeans. He fixed his jacket and zipped it. Once you two were sufficiently covered he beckoned you over. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply pouring as much love as you could into the kiss.

“Only if you’re staying in my room tonight.” You smiled. You could hear the crowd begging for an encore. “We should have an encore of our own.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” he asked as his wings began flapping. You two lifted into the air.

“Not yet today.” You teased.

“I love you. I love you with everything I have. You fixed me when I was broken and you gave me love I thought I would never feel. So long as I got you, I know I’m a better person.”

“Don’t you worry Angel Face, I’m not going anywhere.” You whispered as he held you close flying in the direction of the mansion. In the direction of home.

the lovely @impossiblephantomwhispers sent me a few writing prompts last week and I shall start working through them so:

2.First time Kon meets Jon ( pretty please have Jon idolize Kon like Tim did with Dick in the beginning)

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Connor Kent moved the couch across the room again. It was the 5th time in an hour. He didn’t know where he’d been one moment he’d been flying over Gotham to see Tim then it was gone. The world was gone, he floated in a vast empty whiteness for what felt like both a very long time and a few seconds. On the other side Connor had come through into a new world. Everything seemed the same but so much was different. No one knew him not even Tim. Connor had cried and cried on a roof top in Gotham that night. The night when Tim had looked at him and hadn’t recognized him at all. Connor should have known though, Superman heard him, Superman, Clark was always there to catch him. Connor thought about looking up from his hands to see Clark hovering over him smiling. They’d hugged in mid air and cried, when they finally managed to get it together Clark told him something he never expected to hear “So you have a little brother, or maybe he’s your nephew, I’m not really sure” 

That had been about a week ago. Clark had pulled strings, Connor was pretty sure with this world’s Bruce Wayne, to get him an apartment in Metropolis, and a small but healthy bank account. This was the first time Clark was bring Jon to Connor’s apartment, and for some reason Connor was nervous. He’d never expected to be an older brother, and in many ways Jon was as close to a son as he was likely to get. 

a sharp knock came at his door and he crossed the room faster than the speed of sound and threw the door open. Standing on the other side in a checkered shirt and jeans was Clark Kent. Coming up only to his waste was a skinny kid with shaggy black hair, ripped jeans, a zip-up hoodie with the Superman S on it. The kids eyes go wide when he looks up at Connor, he twists his head back to look at his dad and then back at Connor “Pa… he looks like you” 

“Yep Jon, like looking at my Junior class photo, though I had longer hair” Clark said and he reached out ruffling Connor’s hair with one hand and Jon’s with the other, both boys made the same half disgusted face and tried to twist away. 

The next hours were filled with Jon’s wide eyed questions like “So you’re a clone?” which no matter Connor’s answers go a breathless “that is so cool!” from the younger boy. As the sun started to set Clark cleared his throat “ok Jon we got to get home to your ma” 

“awwww but pa!” 

“no buts Mr, we’ll come see Connor all the time” Jon still looked put out and Connor knew then he was gonna give the kid the gift he’d gotten him. He walked to the closet and pulled it out. “I got you something, its a lot like what I used to have when I started off as Superboy” Connor draped the leather jacket with his S symbol around Jon’s shoulders “I hear you have your own Robin”

“well he’s not really ‘mine’ or anything” 

“yeah they never are, you keep him close, ok? you keep him safe and you never let go of him ok? promise” 

Jon looked at the tears in the corners of the older boy’s eyes “promise”

Fate | Chapter 4

A/N: hey guys! Thank you so much for all the positive feedback on this story! I hope you guys remain interested in it, enjoy! this chapter was much longer too and full of action, so i hope you guys love it as much as i do!

Summary: A world where humans and vampires live peacefully sounds great, but what about when a group of vampires organize a retaliation against humans? And what happens when a human not only crosses a vampire’s path, but also falls in love with him? What happens when a vampire’s fate is to fall in love with a human, but it’s too dangerous?

POV: Reader

Genre: Fantasy, romance

Word Count: 5340

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three


“Y/N, wake up! Aren’t you suppose to be out of here soon? You better get up!” The sound of Eva’s preppy voice pulled you out of the deep sleep you were in.

“Wait w-what?” You mumbled, squinting your eyes at the sunlight that was pouring in through the dorm’s blinds. When you checked the clock that read 11:00AM, you remembered Yugyeom would be coming by at noon to take you out for ice cream. You rubbed your eyes and swung your legs out of bed. You were never a morning person. Your process to get out of bed took about 15 minutes or more everyday. 

“It’s 11:00, silly,” Eva walked out of the bathroom, patting down her wet hair with a towel, “I hear Yugyeom’s gonna be here soon to take you on a date.”

You laughed, still rubbing your eyes and trying to wake up, “not exactly. It’s just friendly.”

“Sure, that’s what they all say. Anyway, you better get ready. One thing i know about Yugyeom is that he’s on time for everything, so expect him to be here at 12:00PM sharp. I’ll make you some breakfast while you get ready,” she said, walking over to pull you out of bed, “you really aren’t a morning person i see.”

“Okay, okay, i’m up,” you giggled, stumbling onto your feet as she let go of you.  You walked over towards your drawer to pick out an outfit. Your mind was only half awake so you settled on something simple: a pair of light washed shorts, a cropped, black hoodie, bunchy black socks, and Adidas shoes. It was beyond casual and you probably would regret it later, but you were too tired to care at the moment. You took a quick, but refreshing shower, brushed your teeth, fixed up your hair, and did your makeup. It took you about 40 minutes to get ready, but when you finished, Eva had a small breakfast ready for you. She had prepared crispy bacon, buttered toast, and a side of scrambled eggs. 

“Thanks for the breakfast,” you took a seat at the small table in the kitchen area, “you’re a real lifesaver.”

“It’s no problem,” she sat across from you, “you look nice by the way. Don’t make the boy forget how to breathe.”

“Eva, we’re only going on a friendly ‘date’, if you will,” you munched on the bacon, “he said so himself.”

You and Eva had grown close just as you and Ellie had, even though it had only been a week. She wanted to pour out to you everything she knew about Yugyeom and his deep, but complex interest in you, but she knew that wouldn’t be right. That wasn’t for her to tell you and she knew you wouldn’t really understand it yet either. “Well, you have fun. I’ll probably go to their place and spend time with Jackson if you two want to come over later.”

“Okay, i’ll see. We may come by later.” You said. You finished your breakfast in perfect time. You grabbed your purse, said goodbye, thanked Eva once again, and left out to meet Yugyeom. You took the elevator down and walked out of the main doors.

“Hey,” said a deep voice and you jumped, not expecting to see Yugyeom leaning against the building, waiting for you, “i’m sorry for scaring you.”

“No, it’s okay, i guess i didn’t expect to see you right here.” You said as he lead you to his car in the parking lot. He opened the passenger door for you and you climbed in. He walked around the car, sitting beside you in the driver’s seat. As he started the car, you looked at the clock. It read 12:02PM. Eva wasn’t lying when she said he was always on time.

“You said you wanted ice cream right?” he asked, pulling out of the parking lot. You nodded. “Sounds good, i know of an ice cream shop in a small town about 20 minutes away, i think you’ll like it a lot. We can walk around town for a little afterwards if you’d like.”

“Really? I love towns. My mom use to take me through a lot of little towns when i was younger to explore. Well, i guess until she got a new job.” You sighed, remembering your childhood and how you were always with your mom. You two were the type to always be out doing something, especially on the weekends, but that all changed rather quickly.

“You don’t see her much anymore?” He asked.

“Not really. She’s always out of town because of her job, but it’s understandable.” You explained.

“I see,” he acknowledged, glancing towards you, accidentally letting a small giggle slip pass his lips.

“What?” You asked, getting defensive.

“Nothing, you just look like you woke up maybe 10 minutes ago.” He focused his eyes back on the road in front of him.

“Do i look bad?” You asked, not trying to sound too insecure.

“Not at all, you look very nice, just sleepy. If i knew you were gonna dress nice, i probably would’ve thrown on something more than just jeans and a t-shirt.” He chuckled, but you didn’t quite understand his point. You were actually dressed very casual and you also thought he looked nice. It was something about the way his t-shirt fit his body shape perfectly  Something so casual, yet he managed to make it look attractive.

You thanked him and continued to make small talk with him. He talked about a few of his interests such as movies and the music he liked. It was simple and a bit awkward, which you expected, but it didn’t bother you.

Within twenty minutes or so, you two arrived at possibly the cutest ice cream parlor you had ever seen. The outside had an old fashioned, retro feel to it.

Yugyeom parked, got out of the car and walked over to the passenger side to open the door for you.

“Woah,” you smiled in awe, “this is the cutest place i’ve ever seen! I didn’t even know this place existed.”

“See,” he walked beside you towards the entrance, “i knew you’d like it.”

You two walked in and as if it couldn’t get any better, it surely did. As soon as you walked in, a gust of cool, sweet scented air filled your senses. It was a mix of chocolate, fruits, ice cream, and candies of all sorts. The inside was also designed just as the outside hinted; the floor was black and white checkered, the walls were white and decorated with a variety of different ice cream signs. Around the main front were little red stools, and on the sides were bright red booths.

Yugyeom walked over to a booth in the corner of the parlor, both of you taking a seat on either sides.

“What are you gonna get?” You asked as you reached over for the menu that leaned against the wall.

“Hm, i’m not too sure yet.” He answered, grabbing the other menu, glancing over the choices. You two took a few minutes to scan the menus. Everything sounded absolutely wonderful. There were choices from triple chocolate sundaes, to cake batter ice creams, to raspberry sorbet.

“Okay, i know i want.” You smiled, setting the menu aside.

“Oh, yeah? Which one then?” He asked with a smile.

“The pink lemonade sorbet, with kiwi, strawberry, and mango boba.” You said, excitedly.

“Wow, so healthy, would you like for me to get you an entire fruit basket too?” He sarcastically joked with you, making you giggle.

“Only if you don’t mind, thanks.” You smarted off right back.

“Such a smartass.” He chuckled.

“You started it!” You playfully debated with him.

“Hey, i never said i wasn’t a smartass too,” he stood, “i’ll be right back, i’ll go put in our orders.”

You nodded and he walked off towards the front. While he did so, you took the opportunity to look at all the other choices on the menu, just in case you two came back sometime soon. But, as you did so, you felt the return of that uncomfortable feeling wash over your entire body. The same feeling you had felt that previous day. You glanced up from the menu, and unlike before, this time you saw a pair of eyes staring right back at you.

It was a boy outside of the parlor. He was staring in through the window, another boy beside him, leaning against the window. The boy staring at you was attractive. He was tall and skinny with big eyes that were a color you couldn’t quite make out. His hair was dark and some parts of it were styled back to reveal his forehead. His skin was of a tan, caramel tint and his lips were full and the color of a freshly bloomed rose. He was staring a hole into your soul and for a second, that stare reminded you of the way Yugyeom stared at you when he first saw you. When the boy was certain you were staring back at him, he tapped on the other guy beside him, getting his attention. He nodded in your direction, saying words you didn’t know, and the other boy turned to look over at you. But, this boy seemed different. His eyes were more kind and his face was entirely relaxed. He even gave you a small smile. He pulled on the other boy’s arm, saying a few more words. You didn’t know what they were saying, but the kind looking boy seemed to have shook his head at something in disagreement.

“Y/N,” Yugyeom’s voice snapped you out of your trance as he placed a glass cup of sorbet in front of you, “you alright?”

“What? Yeah, i-i’m fine,” you shook your head, coming back to reality as he sat back down across from you, “i guess i just spaced out.”

“Are you s-?”

“This looks great!” You boomed, grabbing your spoon and taking a small spoonful of the pastel pink sorbet. You figured to change subject and not mention what had just happened to Yugyeom considering it was probably irrelevant.

You scooped up a few of the yellow, pink, and green boba, letting them explode in your mouth. It was delicious.

“This is so amazing, what did you get?” You asked.

“It’s like vanilla ice cream, with fudge and chocolate chips.” He said before taking a rather large spoonful in.

“Sounds great,” you smiled, scooping up some of his as well for a little taste, “wow, it’s just as great as it sounds.”

“Hey, don’t make me steal your entire glass.” He snickered, stealing a spoonful of your sorbet.

“You wouldn’t.” You smirked.

“Don’t test me, Y/N.” He threatened, but you ignored him and stole another spoonful of his ice cream, flashing him an innocent grin. You tried to steal another spoonful, but before you could, he took his spoon and smeared some of the ice cream across your cheek.

“Yugyeom!” you squeaked, your jaw hanging low in surprise. In revenge, you did the same to him, smearing the pink substance across his lips and down his chin.

“I won’t hesitate to shove this whole thing in your face.” He giggled, getting in position to do so.

“Don’t you dare,” you laughed, wiping off the ice cream from your cheek, trying not to mess up your makeup too much; he did the same but missed a little bit, “you missed a spot.” Rather than trying to wipe it off again, he stuck his tongue out, trying to lick it off, but missed again. You couldn’t help but to laugh at his attempts. To help, you reached over and swiped your thumb across his chin, wiping it off. He didn’t say much, but you could’ve sworn his cheeks turned a rosy red color afterwards.


You two finished your ice cream and walked out of the building, proceeding through town. It was a beautiful, fall day, a bit warm especially to be Fall, but you weren’t complaining.

“So, where would you like to go to next?” He asked, burying his hands into his pocket.

“I don’t know,” you tilted your head in thought, “i’ve never been here, any suggestions?”

“Well, i know there’s a little dress shop around the corner. It’s small, but actually quite fancy and pretty on the inside, you may like it.” He suggested.

“Okay, i like going inside of dress shops, but i also like trying on half of the store, so don’t get mad if i take too long.” You smiled, following him around the corner.

“No worries, you have all the time you’d like.” He smiled back and within about five minutes, he led you into the store. He wasn’t kidding when he said the story was fancy and gorgeous. The interior was fairly small but the walls were of a gorgeous golden color with a fancy border. It smelled of a mix of many perfumes. There was a large chandelier in the middle that illuminated most of the store. Fancy dresses were neatly hung around the store, all of them looking so pretty. It didn’t take long before you wondered off, losing Yugyeom in the store.

The first dress you looked at was maroon, velvet, long sleeved, and body fitted. It had little slits on the sides. It looked beautiful, so you searched for your size and grabbed it. You were matching it up with your body to get an idea of how it would fit you when you saw a price tag on it that read $275. Your jaw dropped at the price. You had never spent more than about $100 on a dress before in your entire life.

“That one’s pretty.“ Yugyeom said, from behind you. You turned around to see him holding two other dresses.

“Yugyeom, what were you thinking? This store is incredibly pricey.” You said lowly so only he heard.

“And?”

“I’m not rich.”

“Don’t worry about it. I can buy you at least one if you really like it.”

“Absolutely not, i’m not letting you buy me any of these, they’re way too much.”

“Fine, fine, at least try them on then.” He begged, holding up the two dresses he had picked out. They both seemed pretty too and surprisingly were in your size. The first one was black and sequined all over with a little dip down the middle and and an open back that could be laced up. Pretty, but a little too flashy for your taste. The second one stood out more to you. It was a soft, pastel pink color and velvet. It seemed short, but you didn’t mind. The sleeves were off the shoulder, what you imagined would wrap around your upper bicep.

“Ooo,” you smiled big, “i really like the pink one.” You said with big eyes.

“Go try it on then.” He grinned and handed it you which you gladly took. You headed off to where you assumed the fitting rooms were, Yugyeom following behind you.

“Um, miss,” a grim middle aged woman stopped you two, “he can’t go in there with you.”

“Oh,” you shrugged, “he’s my friend, he’s suppose to help me though.” The lady wasn’t quick to respond. She looked Yugyeom up and down; he flashed her a quick innocent smile and the lady sighed.

“Alright, but only because nobody else is here at the moment.” She finally gave in and you two proceeded in. You picked the bigger of the four dressing rooms and hung the dresses inside You shut the door behind you and Yugyeom leaned against the wall across from your room to wait. You quickly stripped off your hoodie and your shorts and and pulled on the first dress, the maroon one. You took a look at yourself in he mirror and there was no doubt it was cute, there was just something off about it.

“So,” you opened the the door to show Yugyeom, “i’m not sure how i feel about this.”

“What’s wrong with it?” He asked.

“I kinda look like a young mom who’s hosting a fancy Sunday dinner for her family.” You furrowed your eyebrows, continuing to examine yourself in the mirror.

“Is that bad?”

“Well, i feel like i look older.”

“It’s still pretty though.”

“Eh, i’m gonna try on the one you picked out.” You concluded and shut the door once again. You stripped off the clingy dress and laid it to the side. You then shook out the one he had picked out for you and stepped into it.

“Hey,” you opened the door, “help me zip it up in the back.” and he did so. Once it was zipped up, you took a look at yourself in the mirror, doing a full 360 spin. You were never the conceited type, but you had to admit that you looked stunning.

The baby pink went well with your skin tone. The dress was a little short, stopping at the middle of your thigh, but you liked that. The velvety material was tight around your breasts and your torso, but not too tight, it was perfectly fitted. The bottom flared out, looking even more elegant everytime you twirled. And the sleeves wrapped around right below your shoulders, making your chest and shoulders stand out more.

“Wow,” you smiled at your reflection, “i actually really like this.”

But, Yugyeom didn’t hear a word you said. He stood tall behind you, able to see over your shoulder to look at your reflection, and to say he thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world was an underestimate. The fact that you loved the dress he picked out for you made him feel happy on the inside. Seeing you look at yourself with such confidence made him smile.

His mind began to wonder. He thought about placing his hands onto your hips and dancing with you at somewhere fancy. The way the dress would gracefully twirl everytime he spun you.  He thought about how your lips would feel against his, creating a thrilling heat between you two.  The way your thighs would feel in his grip. And then, he thought about having your skin in between his teeth, your blood staining his lips.  The sweet taste of you filling his mouth.

“Yugyeom,” you snapped your fingers in front of his face.

“W-What?” He shook his head, pulling out of his daydream.  He nearly slapped himself for once again having such a disgusting thought about you.

“I said, this dress is $300. I can’t afford it.” You heavily sighed.

“What? But, it looks, uh, well beautiful on you.” He complimented you, turning red which you pretended not to notice.

“Thank you, but it’s just too much. Now, go along, i’m gonna change clothes.” You fanned him out of the room.

“Toss over the dresses, i’ll put them back for you.” He said and you did so.


By the time he returned, you had finished putting back on your original clothes. You two walked out of the store and continued walking along the sidewalk. The buildings that surrounded you were tall and brick, connected. It gave you a comfortable, cozy feeling.

“That place was so pretty, i loved-” you started, but Yugyeom’s focus on you was interrupted by fear and something he hoped was just something he imagined. But it wasn’t. Across from the street were two boys who he knew too well. Two boys he wished he didn’t know to begin with. The two boys lifted their heads and looked directly at him, he could have sworn one of their eyes even flashed red and he knew he had to get you out of there as soon as possible. While you were still talking, he pulled you to the side, into an entrance part of an old antique store. He was unsure of what to tell you, unsure of even what to do, but he knew he had to come up with something quick.  He knew he had to protect you.

“What are you doi-” you nearly yelled, but he put his index finger up to your lips to shush you.

“Listen, we have to get out of here. Don’t ask questions. I know we just met and you don’t have full trust in me, but you have to trust me on this, okay? Please.” He rambled, pulling out a black cloth mask from his pocket.

“What? Yugyeom, what’s going on?” You asked, a hint of fear in your voice. Confused was an underestimate of how you felt right now. Your heart was racing. Yugyeom looked terrified in his eyes and you didn’t know why.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, i can’t tell you right now,” he unfolded the mask and put it across your mouth, hooking it behind your ears and pulling your hood up so your face was barely visable, “just keep the mask on and your hood up, okay?”

“Yugyeom, i’m scared, why won’t you tell me anything?” You whined, but he only grabbed onto your hand and pulled you out of the entrance, speedwalking in the other direction.

“Don’t be scared, i promise you i won’t let anything happen to you.” He assured you, looking at you behind him. You weren’t sure why, but his words and the way he held your hand so tight made you feel okay and safe. You trusted him. He began picking up his pace until he was running. You followed behind him, your hand still laced with his. He turned into an ally, in hopes of a way to cut through towards the parking lot where his car was at, but came to a sudden stop, making you run into his back. He had ran right into someone.  Someone familiar.

“You guys in a hurry?” Said person who he had ran into. Yugyeom backed up, pulling you directly behind him. You looked around his arm and there stood the familiar boy. Well, two. Both of them were the boys you had seen staring at you at the parlor. The two skinny boys dressed in all black. They were both smaller in all aspects compared to Yugyeom, but both stood tall and hostile.

“Why are you guys here?” Yugyeom said with a firm, aggressive tone, a tone you hadn’t yet heard come from him yet.

“We just noticed you were in town and wanted to stop by to say hi. Long time no see.” The skinny boy extended a hand for Yugyeom to shake, but Yugyeom rejected.

“Bullshit, Bambam.” He pushed away his hand. The main boy’s name was Bambam.

“Well, that’s quite rude,” Bambam sighed, giving a fake pout, “i see you have a little lady these days. She’s very pretty, i don’t see why you’re trying to hide her.” he glanced down at you, reaching over towards you, but Yugyeom pushed him back before he could touch you. You gripped harder onto Yugyeom’s hand. He did the same back.

“What’s up with the stern mood? I’m just trying to be nice.” Bambam asked, his tone quiet and innocent.

“I don’t know your intentions and i don’t want you to lay a hand on her.” Yugyeom replied.

“Well, since you’re so curious about my intentions,” Bambam walked closer to Yugyeom, putting a hand on his shoulder, “i just wanted to tell you that you’re a loud dreamer. A loud thinker too. I suggest you quiet them down.”

For awhile Yugyeom didn’t say a word, he only stared the boy down, but if looks could kill, Bambam would have been dead by now.

“Leave. If i see you or Mark,” he nodded towards the quiet boy behind Bambam, “around us again, i won’t hesitate.”

“Fine,” Bambam, raised his hands up in defeat, “but just know, you don’t have to keep hiding her. I know exactly how she looks.” He smirked at you, making long eye contact with you. His eyes were piercing and made you beyond uncomfortable. You looked away from him, chills running up your spine. The boys said nothing more. Bambam continued pass Yugyeom, bumping shoulders with him. The other boy, Mark, followed behind, looking at the ground even though Yugyeom stared him down.

He stared them down until they were out of sight and that’s when he continued on his way to the parlor’s parking lot.

No words were spoken. You two arrived at the car within a few minutes and he opened the door for you. He hopped into the driver’s seat, and pulled off in a hurry.

“Yugyeom,” you pulled the mask and your hood off of you, “what the hell just happened?”

“I can’t explain it.” He shook his head.

“Well, try because i’m involved. I deserve to know.” You demanded.


“Y/N…” He trailed off, but never continued.

“You know, i saw those boys at the parlor today. When you came back to the table and i looked deep in thought, i saw them. They were staring at me.” You explained.

“Wait, what? Y/N, why didn’t you tell me that?” He almost yelled, but not out of anger. More of out of fear.

“I didn’t know it was important! I thought they were just weird guys,” you responded, “Yugyeom, were they vampires?”

“What? No, you’re being ridiculous.” He lied.

“Are you a vampire?” You asked and he hesitated.

“Y/N, no,” he groaned.

“Then what’s going on?”

“I can’t explain it to you. Long story short, those two hate me and my friends minus Youngjae due to past things. They’re probably just trying to start a fight and i don’t want them to involve you.“ He rambled and you could tell he was getting frustrated, but so were you. You knew Yugyeom was hiding something. You knew something wasn’t right. You knew you were involved in something you didn’t even know about. 

“Then what did that guy mean about you being a loud dreamer? Loud thinker? They seem like vamp-” 

“They aren’t vampires.” He interrupted.

“Well then what did they mean?”

“I…” he hesitated, “i don’t know.” 

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes, looking out the window.

“Y/N…” he said, his voice sounding more relaxed and calm than before, “i know you’re mad and confused, but just listen to me. You have to stay at me and my friend’s place for the next couple days.”

“Why?” You interrogated, turning back to him.

“I just… they may try to find you and stalk you. Please just trust me.” He begged and even though you wanted to be away from him at the moment, you heard the worry in his voice. You could tell he only wanted to keep you safe from whoever those guys were and you hated to admit it, but somewhere deep down you actually trusted him.

“Okay, okay.” You gave in, and from that point there was only silence. He left you alone for the rest of the car ride and even for the rest of that day.


Time had passed by that Saturday and soon it 9:30 at night. Youngjae showered and began putting on his uniform for work. He walked downstairs where Jinyoung and Ellie were watching TV and you were sleeping peacefully on the couch, cuddled into multiple blankets. Jackson and Yugyeom were out of sight.

“I’m about to leave for work.” Youngjae said to Jinyoung as he laced up his shoes.

“Okay, be careful, it’s suppose to storm soon.” Jinyoung warned and Youngjae acknowledged him and said his goodbyes. He wasn’t very thrilled to be working until midnight, but the money was always worth it. The good thing was it shouldn’t be too busy. He worked at a small coffee shop and tonight he had to close shop, which shouldn’t be too dreadful.

Within minutes, he arrived at the shop. There were only three small groups there, two groups being teenagers, the other group being a group of college girls. Twenty minutes into his shift, the other worker’s shift ended and she left, leaving the shop to Youngjae. The remaining customers were all making small talk with each other. For the remaining time of Youngjae’s shift only a few more customers came through.

The clock read 11:50pm now and even though Youngjae hadn’t done much for his shift, he was still sleepy and ready to pass out. The rain had started pouring down outside as well, loud crackles of thunder rung through the shop from time to time. Everytime he jumped a little; thunder had always scared him since he was little.

He walked over to flip the open sign to closed and locked the front doors. There was still cleaning and dishes to do that he was in charge of, so he figured he wouldn’t leave for the next twenty minutes at least. He shrugged and untied his apron laying it in a booth so the remainder of his clothes included black shoes, black pants, and a fitted white polo that was tucked into his jeans.

He was cleaning a few coffee pots and plates when suddenly there was a loud pounding on the front doors. It sounded like somebody was trying to get in. Without even walking out of the kitchen area, Youngjae could already sense that it was someone. Someone like him. A boy. And then the pounding became louder and louder. Youngjae could hear the boy swearing under his breath. Youngjae, scared, still stood bold and decided to walk out of the kitchen and towards the front door. Youngjae cautiously unlocked it and opened it to see a skinny boy who appeared slightly taller than him. He had his hood up, but he was soaking wet from the storm. His hair appeared to be dark, maybe black and was sticking to his smooth skin. He was handsome and he even had a cute nose, at least to Youngjae. He had plump red lips and sharp fangs that were visable through the part in his lips. His eyes were red, dark all around with pulsing veins extending around his eyes.

“Please, i know you’re closed, but please let me in.” The boy pleaded and out of sympathy, Youngjae let him in and shut the door behind him. The boy sat in the nearest booth and brought his knees to his chest, crying into his already dripping hoodie. Youngjae stood there in shock, lost as to what to do, so he ran to the back to fetch a few dry towels for the stranger. He took a seat beside the stranger and wrapped a towel around his shoulders, rubbing them a bit.

“T-Thanks, you’re really sweet.” The boy flashed a sad smile and buried his face into one of the other fluffy towels.

“Sorry, it isn’t much,” Youngjae patted down his shoulders.

“It’s more than enough. You’re a lifesaver for letting me in." 

"What happened? Well, if you don’t mind.”

“It’s a long story,” he sighed, “basically i went against my clan, we fought, so i ran away.”

“How’d you go against them?” Youngjae continued to pat the boy’s shoulders, moving downwards to dry his torso.

“I can’t tell you,” he sniffled, “i’m sorry, it’s just too much.”

“It’s okay, i understand.” Youngjae nodded and the boy teleport to the other side of Youngjae where he began stripping off his soggy hoodie.  Youngjae tried not thinking about the fact that the stranger had such a beautiful, defined body.  He had strong abs, and biceps that bulged from his arms.  And his skin… his skin was practically glowing.

“Do you have a clan?” The boy asked Youngjae.

“Yeah, i’ve been with them since last year.”

“How old are you?”

“Uh, i was born a few decades ago.”

“Ah, a young one.  I could tell that you were younger.” The boy softly snickered as he took a seat across from Youngjae, still shirtless.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” Youngjae asked, sounding overly defensive.

“Nothing,” the boy let out a small giggle, “so what’s your name?”

“Youngjae, what’s yours?”

“I’m Mark,” he extended his hand towards Youngjae, “nice to meet you.”


Note: thank you for reading! hope you guys like the extra little ship i put in here, comments, likes, reblogs, feedback, etc. are all appreciated :)

Yoongi; color my life

❝im sorry im sorry im sorry I am min suga trash you guys should’ve seen any of suga scenarios coming from time to time but yo this video got me all emotional and I wanted to write it out so here it is.
(i am not colorblind and i can never feel the pain of how it is to be one so i really hope i don’t offend anyone with this but i hope that i did you justice (???))
►1859 words | scenario, video-based 
//i really like my edit like look at yoongs being all cute

You have a nine-to-five job that doesn’t wear you down, a lifestyle where you can feel proud of because your diet doesn’t consist of fast food every day (though you have your spree days), you’re sure (at this moment, at least) that you’ve found the one you’re going to grow old with but… you’re colorblind.

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Real Love//Part Four

Originally posted by xloveandpeacexx

A/N: Here’s part four! There’s only two parts left of this (: Hope you like it and enjoy!!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of smut, mentions of anxiety

  Part One   Part Two   Part Three


“So production is looking like it’s going to start in September. That means we gotta go look for a place for you to live because no client of mine is going to be living out of a hotel for five months.” Josh was all business at your lunch.

But one thing you could always count on him for, was to take care of you. He was like an older brother you never got to have.  

“Five months? That’s such a long time, I didn’t even think this role was that big Josh.”

Josh’s deep green eyes don’t even stray from his laptop when he says his next words.

“I know what you’re doing and I also know that you’re going to be just fine. Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?”

In your heart you knew this is exactly what you wanted but your mind was making you thinking that you weren’t ready for all of this. After going on countless of auditions and callbacks for the past two years and hearing ‘no’ most of time how could you be ready for such a huge change in your life.

You shrug, “I mean yes but I just don’t know if I’m ready for everything to change.”

Josh sets his iPad down on the table focuses on you.

“You know I’ll always be here for you no matter what. To encourage you or to give you a kick in the ass when you need it.”

His large hand encompasses yours, “You’re always talking about how differently you would’ve portrayed this role or that role. You’re always stressing about wanting an opportunity. Y/N this is it. This is the opportunity you’ve been wanting and you better fucking take it. I believe in you and I know you can do this.” His words resonated deep with you and you knew that he wasn’t going to let you just walk away from this because of a petty thing called fear. However, you also discovered that you weren’t easily going to give up either. The doubts and the fears had plagued you throughout your journey but throughout the process you learned to let them go.

At the same time Josh gets a phone call and excuses himself to leave, your phone is buzzing with a new text message notification.

“Can’t wait for tonight.”

The text did little to ease your anxiety about the party tonight. You didn’t know where you and Justin stood. All you two did was kiss twice, there hadn’t been much conversation about it. But you needed that to change, you needed to know what this ‘thing’ with Justin was or if it’s even a thing at all.

“Me too!(:” You  sent back a few moments later. 

Deciding on not to think about it, you finished your sandwich on your plate as you patiently waited for Josh to get off of the phone.

After, throwing every outfit you had in your closet on your floor, you came to the conclusion that you had nothing to wear to Justin’s listening party that was literally about to start in an hour.

A loud knock sounded from your front door and sent you walking out of your bedroom and to the newly installed cherrywood door Justin paid for.

After two more loud knocks, you’re yanking the door open, “Yes!”

Your voice is loud and heavy with irritation.

One of your only friends in LA you befriended other than Justin and a couple of coworkers stood in front of you with a smug smile.

“Girl why are you hitting my door so hard?! I thought you were the police.” I glared at Laila.

She shrugged her shoulders, “Stop it, I didn’t knock that hard. Anyway, I wannna go out!” Her full lips were stuck out in a pout.

Your eyes immediately lit up, an idea popping up into your head.

“You know my neighbor across the hall?” You explained to your friend.

“Yea the hottie tottie. When you gonna finally hit it? Because if you won’t then let me take him off your hands.”

“His name is Justin and he’s having a listening party at Nice tonight. You wanna go?”

“Bitch you should’ve said that when I first walked through the door. Yes I’m down!”

“Alright help me find an outfit!”

You two hurry into your room once again and look through the piles of clothes. You knew having Laila around would help with any awkwardness you may feel at the party.

Laila and you finally make it to Nice after trying on multiple outfits. While in the uber you’re telling Laila everything that’s happened between you two and her reaction is perfect. She’s so happy and excited than you’re interested in someone. She’s tried to set you up multiple times and you turned her down each time wanting to focus on yourself and career. But Justin had come along and disrupted your life.

By the time you walked into Nice, the party was in full swing. The place was packed with people in club attire and there were lots of servers walking around with silver trays with drinks perched on top of them. You were offered a glass of champagne but politely refused, focused on looking for Justin. Your eyes scanned the venue but there was no sign. A screech from your left caused you to stop mid-step, “What Laila?”

Her eyes welled up and she covered her mouth with her hand, “Drake is literally right there Y/N.”

You followed her finger to where she pointed out Drake talking to Justin at the DJ booth. Before you could walk up to the booth, you also spotted Trey Songz and Rihanna at the bar.

Whoa, you didn’t know all of these celebs would be here. How did Justin know all of them?

“Y/N!” Your name is being called and you turn to see Justin frantically waving his arms to try and get your attention.

You wave back and loop your arm through Laila’s as you two walk the short distance to Justin.

He looks so good tonight. His hair is covered by an all black hat, he’s wearing dark wash jeans, a long sleeved black thermal and a pale blue/white checkered flannel shirt.

Justin bounds down the steps to you and your friend, immediately hugging you.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” He’s whispering into your ear.

His voice dropping a couple of octaves making you want to bring him back to your apartment and have your way with him.

Before you get completely lost in the moment with Justin, you remember Laila.

“Justin this is my friend Laila. Laila this is my neighbor Justin.”

The two exchange smiles and shake each other’s hands before Za is butting into the conversation.

“What about me Y/N? You’re not gonna introduce me to your beautiful friend.” His eyes are trained on Laila and when you turn to introduce them, you can see that she’s definitely liking what she’s seeing. Her eyes were checking him out from head to toe.

You laugh, “Za this is—-“

Za goes for Laila’s hand and brings it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the outside of her palm, “I’m Za.” His eyes looking up at her.

Laila is completely in a trance and you don’t think you’ve ever seen her speechless because of a guy before.  

“Laila.” She finally is able to speak.

You and Justin stare at the two of your friends before Justin is pulling you away.

“Come on I’m about to start the mixtape.” His hand is grasping for yours and tugging you towards to the DJ booth.

And as the first song starts to play, you take a moment to look around your surroundings and everyone is nodding there head along to the beat. Laila and Za made themselves comfortable in a booth in VIP and you spot Lenny Valentine with you assume Khalil, his son and Justin’s other best friend. Then you’re looking at Justin who is also taking this moment in. His eyes are looking to gauge people’s reactions to his songs but then he’s looking down at you with a huge smile on his face.

“What do ya think?”

“I love it. Like I’m kinda pissed at you for never letting me listen to your music.”

He places an arm around your shoulder and pulls you in, “Sorry. I’m just really guarded when it comes to my music.”

You lean back into his chest and bring your hands up to his forearm that’s holding you securely to him, “It’s fine, I get it. Justin you’re gonna be huge.”

He pulls you in even closer to him, your back is to his chest and kisses you lightly just beneath your earlobe, “You really think so?”

The kiss does something to you, since he unknowingly just kissed your sweet spot.

You nod, “Yea I really do.”

As each song is played, the crowd is cheering even harder for him and Justin’s chest is swelling with pride. This mixtape was something he worked closely on for two years, he learned how to mix and work the soundboard just so that he could get his music to the point where he absolutely loved it.

Now both arms are circled around your upper body and to a stranger ya’ll would’ve looked like a young couple in love, something you were now wanting to be true.

As the last song ends, Justin peppers more kisses along your neck.

“Justin, you need to stop before you start something you won’t be able to finish.” You turn your head to smirk.

He groans, the sound making your whole body go rigid because you can just imagine that’s how he sounds when he’s deep inside of you, on the brink of cumming.

“You don’t know how much I want that but I want to take you out on a date first babygirl.”

You turn around in his arms, placing yours around his neck causing his to fall to your waist, “I’d like that.” You kiss him fully on the lips, his hand coming up to cup your jaw.

Before the kiss can go any further, a large hand is coming to Justin’s shoulder shaking him out of his trance.

“Yo the mixtape is dope. Is it cool if I have a minute with this guy sweetheart?” Drake is sweetly smiling down at you.

Whoa, you never thought you’d be clockblocked by Drake but hey it’s not a bad way to meet the rapper.

Justin kisses you one last time before following Drake to his table.

Sauce jar

At the sunlit dining room was sitting a small group of people. There was middle aged man in a tweed jacket, who was sitting in a chair at the corner near fireplace; also an old woman at her cane-chair (it seemed that she had made it, as everything hand-made was created by hands of hers), she, as it was typical for older people, was knitting, what would be a scarf or mittens, or anything else, serving for wintertime in any case. A woman, same age as man in the soft chair at the corner, was sitting between two young people – blond girl to her left and a guy to her right. Girl wore simple denim and a red-blue-white checkered shirt, same wore a guy, but he had black-and-blue shirt and dark blue jeans. These three were viewing photobook. And when the woman carefully turned the page, she sighed and looked at her husband (the man in the chair at the corner).

“Richard, do you remember that?” she asked him, drawing attention, little pressing notes in her voice.

Richard looked up at his wife and the photobook, stopped to read the daily newspaper.

“What is that about?” he asked, moved closer, curiosity in his apples of green eyes. “Just show me. Lillie, I can’t see so far, you know.”

Lillie, his wife, brought photobook almost to Richard’s eyes. Man smiled, that was one those smiles, which appeared on people faces when enjoyable and sweet memories slightly touch your old mind, and you, leaned back in chair, descended into deeply hiding bijou memories.

“Yes, Lillie, I remember that,” was the answer of smiled Richard, while he closed his eyes, imagining picture, drown in front of his eyes, and then added still closed eyes, “I remember it as it has been just yesterday. Yes, it has been.” And he opened his eyes and he returned to reading his daily newspaper.

Woman put back the photobook on her knees and urged to turn one more page but she was cut by the guy to her right.

“‘Scuse me, Mrs. Anderson, but what’s photo about? Can you tell us, please?”

“Certainly, Gabriel!” Mrs. Anderson said, she smiled as she did waited just for that very question, which Gabriel had just interested in. “Do you want to listen to it, too, as well, Maria?” She turned to the girl to her left (who was obviously her daughter; Gabriel was her son-in-law).

“Yeap, mama, I would listen to it,” said Maria with a stoic sort of voice.

“Poor Gabriel, he’s only one, who didn’t hear that story for a thousand time. You tell it every guest, who dares to visit our house! My poor ears!” That was the old woman in a cane-chair, her voice hoarse and dry.

“Mommy, Gabriel wants to hear it, don’t you, Gabriel? By the way, you quite deaf, mommy, so it does not matter for you!” retorted Mrs. Anderson.

“’Course, Mrs. Anderson, I do like to listen to your story,” said Gabriel, who was the master in hiding his true feeling and emotions (but eagle blind eye of Mommy saw everything as she whispered Poor boy in a pit of snakes).

“All right, let me tell you the story of our meeting with you father, Maria, listen Gabriel, it rather interesting and unusual”

And she pointed on photo, which she obviously had shown her husband before.

It was a quite old picture, but still had its colors. There was a grass at the bottom line, and something looked like baseball field at the background, but the main part of the photo was at the very middle of the photo, where stood a grey sauce jar.

“Everything started from that sauce jar,” started Mrs. Anderson, “it was a quite sunny day. How old were we, do you remember, Richard?”

“Twenties,” answered Richard shortly without taking his eyes off the newspaper. “Golden years.”

“Aha, twenties. Yes. It was exactly college years; we were third year students, weren’t we?”

“Yes, we were,” same short answer from Richard.

“And it was one of those days when you woke up and laziness pushed you down, and you didn’t want really do nothing except of lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. But I was called by my friends to join them in some picnic at park near college. My friend, Collin, she persuaded me to come with her, because there would be one boy, she was fall in love in him.” She looked at Gabriel, checking if he was listening, and made sure that he stared at her, continued, “So, I went with Collin at the park. We didn’t have time to get to the store for products, that to buy something, so, that was why, we took only one thing, which lay at out refrigerator – sauce jar. Park was quite gorgeous place, where students wasted their time, reading books or chattering.”

“When we had gotten there, Collin waved at once at the small group of people near baseball field. I knew a couple of them, of course, I recognized George as well (Collin’s boyfriend), and we rushed toward them. There were three guys, George’s friends, and two more girls, which I didn’t know. They were already eating sandwiches and drinking something from their cups, what looked and smelled like wine – alcoholic beverages were prohibited at the park zone. George introduces us and friends of his. Also, he said that one more his friend should come. He said he was a photographer, what was at our time strange, because photocamera wasn’t cheap.”

“As you guess, maybe, already, Gabriel, the friend, who should come, was father of your fiancée, my daughter, Maria. So, it was Richard. He came and dying chat rose as phoenix again. He took shots of everything that he found interesting. It was strange but we found a common ground and interests immediately. We were talking maybe till the sunset and more, weren’t we, Richard?”

“Aye, and more,” Richard answered, still not looked up of newspaper, but a tiny shadow of smile ran on his lips.

“Yes, and more,” continued Lillie, now she even didn’t look at anybody, telling the story to somebody invisible, or like to herself. “And Richard also looked at sauce jar, which was staying untouched at the ground, actually that was his first question, as he could try the sauce. I agreed, so, that how our conversation started. Then, he made couple photos of that, explaining it that he like how sunlight played on camera and on the jar. Yes, it was a very good picnic, by the way. But that is not the end of the story, obviously. What was next?”

“You met him at the corridor,” grumbled Mommy, still knitting.

“I am not asking you, Mommy,” said Mrs. Anderson, her stare at Mr. Anderson.

“I met you at corridor,” answered Mr. Anderson.

“Was it luck, a destiny!” said Lillie, “We just met at the corridor; I felt at once that it was not just simple meeting, that it meant something, so I was right.”

“Of course, we met.” Suddenly, said Richard, his daily newspaper aside, he was staring at his wife Lillie. “I was looking for you, checked the timetable, you know I never told you but since our first meeting I had been looking for reason to come you.” He cut himself, smiled and took the daily newspaper again; put it higher hiding his smiling face.

For a few minutes Lillie was sitting motionless, and then she said in a quiet voice, almost whispering, “Oh, Richard, you’ve never told me that!” And she couldn’t think of anything that to continue the story. “So, Richard said that he had photos from picnic and he wanted to share with me. So, we went into red room. But how we were surprised when we discovered the room opened. Somebody just left it open for unknown reason – all photos were dead. But except the only one, which Richard could have done before all others. That was exactly that photo that you see just right now in front of you. We were glad that we could keep at least one photo from that day when we met each other.”

“What a wonderful story, Mrs. Anderson!” said Gabriel.

“Yes, it is. But also there is one more interesting moment, because of which I knew that I was right. Richard didn’t want to come to picnic too, but he was persuaded by George, that how it happened – we both didn’t want to go, but came. Later we found more similarities between us and dots, which bound us though all our lives.”

“Wow! That’s really fantastic!” Gabriel stared at Mrs. Anderson.

“But not when you hear it in a thousand time!”

“Mommy!” Lillie cried reproachfully.

“And still, nevertheless, I like that story, Mrs. Anderson. It shows how interesting human destinies intertwine. Thank you for that. You know our story with you daughter, Marie.”

“Yes, Gabriel, in a few details, so I wish you a good life, as we are having it with Richard since our meeting.”

“Aye,” nodded Richard.

Pause hung in the air.

“Does somebody want tea?” raised her voice, Maria.

“Yes, do it, sweetie, and let’s move into veranda, for more interesting stories than that,” said Mommy, put away her knitting work. Everyone, after a tiny pause, burst in laugh (Mrs. Anderson was laughing louder than everyone else), and stood up, moving at veranda for more stories.

All Too Well

Summary: The funny thing about young love is ‘forever’ truthfully means ‘as long as it’s convenient’.

The not so funny thing is years later, it still feels fresh.

After going out of state for college and getting your masters degree in english, you return home to your untied life; back living in your childhood house with your mother, a job at the cafe you worked at when you were 16, confronting your high school sweetheart for the first time in three years.

On a bitterly compromising ride of emotions your life soon becomes that causes old and fresh wounds alike to sting, you learn something vital about your future: Love is never a convenient thing.

Notes: This is for @latinenglishfandomblog ‘s 15 Songs Challenge, and I had a lot of fun with it! I missed writing more domestic Dean, so it was definitely interesting :)
italics = flashback
Bold + italics = song lyrics

Pairing: (past) romantic Dean x Reader

My Song: All Too Well - Taylor Swift

Word Count: 1.7k+

Warnings: Implied abusive ex, reminiscing, idk


Filled rolling suitcase: check.

Tote bag filled with the few random items you owned: check.

Purse with your passport, license, and credit card: check.

Shitty boyfriend fast asleep in the bedroom down the hall: check.

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Lying Persuasion

Word count: 3K+
Writer: Unknown – requested this one-shot a very long, long time ago
Pairing: You aka Haeun + Wonho of MONSTA X + V of BTS
Genre: NSFW, smut
Rating: 17+ | this contains vulgar wording and smutty scenes as well as the use of alcohol – WARNING: if you cannot handle what’s written, please exit out! Also, I am not responsible for underage reading. You have been warned.

INFO: Now this one-shot wasn’t by me but it was made for me when I asked for it a long time ago but sadly I wish I had the writer’s name to put the contributions to. However, I hope you all enjoy this nevertheless and I modified it to one of the newer bias’s of today’s groups rather than before.


Control, he was always in control. Why the hell couldn’t she have a life of her own? She was pretty, had a nice personality and she was smart. A lot of guys liked her. So what was the problem?

“Haeun dongseng – ah,” an older male whined to the side of her, “You’re supposed to help me pick an outfit not just doze off?”

Haeun rolled her eyes and made her way to the closet, effectively pushing the other teen out of the way. She pulled out a simple white T shirt, a pair of black baggy jeans, and a crimson sweat shirt with an abstract black design in the back that zippered up in the front. Haeun threw the clothes on the bed and then turned to search for the right sneakers. After rummaging around she pulled out a pair of black, white and red Nikes and placed it on the floor.

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Fortune’s Fool (1/4)

Okay! So about three months ago, my good buddy twig-height prompted me to write a Cophine HS first date AU. I’ve been working on it on and off since then–but I’ve gotta say my Cophine muse took a serious hit after the S3 finale. I wasn’t going to post this until it was finished. But I just passed my next tumblr follower milestone and so I thought I’d go ahead and post Part 1 as a thank you to all of you! And speaking of thanks, I’d also like to extend my eternal gratitude to thatscomplex for beta reading this fic into shape and coming up with the title! :)

Delphine Cormier bit the inside of her cheek to keep from scowling as an excited Krystal Goderich nearly yanked her arm out of her socket while weaving them through throngs of students. The back-to-school carnival was hectic, almost too hectic for Delphine, who preferred the peace of a quiet library or the tranquility of a beautiful park, and not the din that enveloped them. If it had been up to Delphine, she would have avoided the festivities altogether. But her parents had insisted that she go.

San Francisco est chez nous maintenant, her parents had told her. Tu dois faire des amis.

And when they had found out that Krystal, the daughter of their next door neighbors, had invited her, they had practically shoved Delphine out the door.

Bone-rattling dance music blared all around them as they walked through grass that crunched beneath their feet, long since dried up under the blazing summer sun. Hell bent on reaching her goal, Kyrstal squeezed Delphine’s fingers and moved to the pounding beat, the severely short skirt of her already skimpy cheerleading uniform swishing and swinging every which way and back in perfect time to the sickeningly happy songs that were grating on every last one of Delphine’s nerves. Krystal winked at Delphine over a sparkle-clad shoulder and Delphine marveled for the umpteenth time about how they had ever managed to become friends in the first place.

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Always A Bridesmaid, Never A Bride Part 3`

Hey Everyone!! Here is the next part of Always A Bridesmaid, Never a Bride.  I’m thinking there should only be 1 more part of this one, but we shall see.

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Finn: All right Rae?  Do hope you are ready for tomorrow. XX

Rae:  Hello Finn.  Is it almost Saturday already?  I suppose I will be ready. ;)

Finn:  Getting cheeky girl?  If so, I like it.

Rae:  Cheeky?  Me?  Never!

Finn:  Right.  Can’t wait to see you then.

Rae: Laters Finn.

Finn: Until tomorrow Rae :)

“And who are you texting that’s causing a smile like that?”  Linda asked as she sat a tea and toast in front of Rae.

“Just a coworker mum, talkin’ ‘bout an interview with a band I have next week.  Proper excited, they are a pretty good up and coming.  Anyways, how was your trip to the doctors yesterday?”  Rae did not need her mum in her business with Finn, besides even though Rae was excited, it still seemed too good to be true for a man as fit and lovely as Finn, to be interested in Rae.

“Everything’s good Rae.  Doctor said I am doing well in remission.  I’m more concerned about your sister and Karim.  He is constantly worried ‘bout me, and Emily, she is so much more visible with her emotions then what I am used to.  When you were her age, you just bang on about anything and everything yell most of the time, but her, she just cries all the time, you were tougher.”  Linda sat next to Rae placing a hand on hers. 

“Mum, you are all right yeah?”  Rae looked up at her mum concerned.  Her mum and her didn’t always have such an open functioning relationship, but when her mum had become ill with cancer they had settled their differences and have been working on having a good relationship since then. 

“I’m more then Rae, I’m great, and my hair has been growing in thicker don’t ya think?”  Linda bobbed her hand up and down flashing her hair and smiling.  “Dare I say I even feel sexy again Rae.”  Linda laughed; Rae scuffed but was still excited her mum was getting back to her self.

“Mum, remember when you and Karim had gotten together and you told me you always questioned what people thought?  Did you ever question if he were maybe too good for you?” 

“Rae at one point I did think maybe my beasty was too good for me.  I mean he is a few years younger, was fit but he showed me he wanted me.  He has stayed by my side through everything I’ve been through.  Why do you ask dear?  Are you having men problems?”  Linda was all too eager to hear of Rae’s dating life, her daughter has always kept a lot of her personal affairs a secret.

“No mum, nothing like that, just curious you know.  Besides not much to tell in the dating department.”  Rae lied; taking a sip of her tea, Linda always knew how to make her tea just the way Rae liked it.

“Right,” Linda looked at Rae questioningly, “Are you available tomorrow evening?  Karim and I were thinking of having a night out.” 

“Oh I, um, I can’t mum, I have to help Izzy with a few things for the wedding.”  Rae took another sip of her tea unable to look at her mum.  “I actually have got to go mum, I’ll see you round.” 

“Bye Rachel.”  Linda called after Rae watching her walk out the house laughing.  Rae may not admit it, but there was something or better yet someone on her mind that has her asking questions about relationships, which Rae has never done.

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 Finn walked up to the last door on the second level of Rae’s flat building.  He couldn’t explain the nerves and excitement that he had for the evening.  He had been planning it out since Rae agreed to this date.  He inhaled deeply as he stared at the number 17 that was on her door before he knocked, holding his breath.

“ONE SECOND!”  He heard Rae shout from behind the door.  She sounded different, flustered almost and he exhaled with a laugh imagining what she may look like behind the door.

Finn stood nervously, tapping his fingers against his thighs until he heard footsteps approaching the door.

“Sorry, sorry come in, just give me a few more minutes yeah?”  Rae had opened the door for Finn already turning away before he could get a word out, which would have been difficult since she took his breath away even in her not so ready state.  She turned quickly away from him, as he appraised her backside, she was wearing a white satin robe, exposing her legs to him, which he appreciated. 

Finn glanced around Rae’s flat after she disappeared behind a door and couldn’t help the smile that was ever growing on his face.  Her walls were a soft yellow, but one could tell she was trying to cover as much of it with different memorabilia.  Band posters lined the walls of her entire flat; pictures of her with different people were on shelves along with different trinkets.  He walked over to her entertainment center and noticed a picture of Rae with a young girl who had Rae’s nose and big eyes but had a skin complexion that was a few shades darker then hers. 

“That’s my sister Emily.”  Rae said from behind Finn.  He turned around and saw she was all dressed and ready, his breath caught in his throat again. 

Rae had tried to go simple; she wore a simple blue sundress with a jean jacket and matching blue flats.  Her hair was straightened and left to flow freely, this time she just did a little more with her make up, a dark chocolate brown smoky eye with mascara and a nude pink lipstick.  She couldn’t help but notice that Finn had dressed up more then she has seen him previously.  He wore a checkered button up shirt with black jeans and black boots.  She couldn’t help but match the smile that was on Finn’s face.

“Wow.”  Was all Finn could muster up as he looked her up and down. “Rae, you, you look absolutely stunning.” 

“I could say the same about you Mr. Nelson.”  Rae swayed from foot to foot, making Finn’s eyes wander down to her legs and slowly back up to her face. 

“Shall we get goin’ then?”  Finn reached out his hand to Rae signaling her to take it.  She walked forward and grabbed his hand with one hand and the other she grabbed her bag.

“And where are you taking me this evening?”  Rae asked as they made their way out of her flat and she locked the door behind her. 

“That is a surprise my dear Rae.” Finn grabbed her hand again bringing her outside. “I hope you don’t mind if we head back to Uffington, it’s just I kind of planned our date there.”  Finn said nervously walking her towards his car.

“No, I don’t mind.”  Rae blushed as he walked around and opened the passenger side door for her.  She watched him walk around and let himself into the car.

“Ready girl?”  Finn looked over to Rae and she nodded.  “Now I know you think you have a superior knowledge of music, so I have made a bit of a playlist to see if I could impress you, I expect marks out of 10 for each tune.”  Rae rolled her eyes at him as she listened to the slow melody of Tender by Blur start to play.

“You know back when I was in college I had such a crush on Damon Albarn and on that bases I give this a 9.”  Rae glanced over to Finn.

“A Damon girl huh?  You know people used to say I reminded them of him back then.  Had an earring and all, same style hair too.  Well, still kind of have that hair now.” Finn looked at himself in the mirror tossing his fringe playfully with a sideways grin to Rae.

“An earring?  Oh what ear was it on?”  Rae was laughing.

“Oi, it’s not somethin’ to laugh at.  It was my left ear by the way.”  Finn said matter of factly, “You never did something embarrassin’ that you look back at now and just think what in the bloody fuck was I thinkin?”

Rae thought about it, “Well I’ve done some things in life that I’m not proud of, done things I regret whole heartedly.  I use to keep diaries, like I would write all my thoughts in there.  My mum found them awhile back when I was in Uni and sent them too me.  Quite embarrassin’ stuff in there, no one is ever going to be allowed to read those.” 

Finn took his eyes off the road just to catch Rae staring out the window nodding her head to the music thinking she was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.  He couldn’t wait to pull out all the stops for her tonight.

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Finn reached for the door to the Italian restaurant opening it for Rae, “After you.”  He motioned for her to go ahead of him as she stepped in.  A waiter greeted them as Finn explained that he had reservations.  They were brought to a corner booth, Rae noticing the seclusion it had from the rest of the restaurant.  The atmosphere was quaint and small, had dim lights on the walls that were painted to look as if you are looking over Tuscany; candles were set on every table as white linen covered them.  The two sat in the circle booth meeting awkwardly near the middle, as they’re thighs touched they both looked up at each other smiling before adjusting to get comfortable.  They sat in an uncomfortable silence as they looked over the menu, until the waiter came over and took their order, Finn ordering a bottle of Pinot Grigio for them to share and drink.

“You make me nervous Rae.”  Finn admitted as he ran his finger around the circle of his wine glass finally breaking the silence.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to?”  Rae looked over in confusion unsure why he would admit something like this, and she thought to herself this couldn’t be a good admission and this is only going to end like every other one of her dates.

“No, no don’t apologize, I mean it in a good way, I like it.  It’s just we are still getting to know each other and I’m still trying to impress you.”  He looked sideways at Rae who was blushing.

“Well, you’ve impressed me quite right with your taste in music, which in my book speaks volumes and for the rest you are doing well.  Besides, there is no need to be nervous, it’s just me.”  Rae placed her hands on the table fiddling with her napkin. 

“That’s exactly my point, it’s you.  Rae from the moment I saw you starin’ at my pictures at the shop, I knew I wanted to get to know you.  Haven’t you felt a pull to someone?  Felt like even after just a few encounters with them you felt like you’ve known them forever?  Felt the need to get to know everything there is to know about them?”  Finn was staring at Rae so intently, watching her face go from a smile, confusion to her face relaxing with a simple nod.  Truth is, that is how she felt about him, but it was still confusing to her why he felt like that towards her. 

Their food arrived and they had a much lighter conversation while eating.  They talked about their younger years and even though they had virtually grown up around each other they had never met.  They chatted about their friendships as Finn animatedly did spot on impressions of Chop and even funnier impressions of Archie. He told them how they all met each other in primary fighting over a football.  Rae told Finn how it was actually Chloe that introduced her to Izzy in college and that Chloe and Rae were once best friends but things had happened where they just didn’t get on anymore.  Rae told Finn how Izzy was there for her while her mum was going through chemotherapy and did anything for Rae and her family at the time.  They hadn’t noticed the restaurants other patrons had long gone and they were the last ones left until Finn realized the restaurant staff had stopped coming around asking if they needed anything else as they were now busy closing around them.

“Rae, I think it’s time for us to leave.”  He looked around watching several restaurant employees wiping down tables.  Rae looked up and started to giggle.

“How did we not notice that?  Tonight has been great Finn we sh-”

“It’s not over, I still have a surprise, come on I’m going to bring you to me favorite spot.”  Finn paid and escorted Rae out to the car once again opening and closing the doors for her.  They drove as Finn gave her a small “did you know” about Uffington giving detailed information about the famous White Horse hill figure.  Finn pulled up to a home.  Rae looked noticing they were at a small cottage house, a little confused. 

“So this is me home, but it’s actually the view from the balcony outside of my loft.”  Finn opened the door and stepped around to open Rae’s.  Finn fumbled with his keys nervously as he opened the door stepping aside for Rae to go in.  Rae looked around inside, it was definitely a home of a single man.  Very little furnishing inside, more like the had the basics, his lounge was rather large but empty other then a television, gaming consoles and a settee directly in front of it leaving the rest of the space bare, he did however have a few similar posters around the television that Rae had in her flat. 

“Come on this way,” He nudged her forward turning on lights as they went.  He led them upstairs, “I guess I can give you a quick tour.  You saw the lounge, here is the bathroom and toilet.”  He pointed to a door as they reach the second landing, “that is a spare room, not much in there but albums and some exercise equipment.  This here is my bedroom,” he pointed to a door that was open and Rae could make out a large mattress and a wardrobe.  Finn cleared his throat nervously as he watched Rae size up his house. 

“There is another small flight of stairs past that door that leads to the loft.  Come on,” he opened the door and led the way this time considering it was dark, once up the stairs he fumbled for the lighting, the room illuminated dimly but Rae was able to see a door leading out to the balcony.  Once outside, there were blankets on the floor and fairy lights strung across the bannister of the balcony.

“Do you conveniently leave these out here or is this a special occasion?”  Rae joked. 

“Oh I do say it is a special occasion, come on join me.”  Finn sat ungracefully on the floor and reached his hand out to Rae.  Rae placed her hand in his and settled next to him.

“So what’s so special about this place?”  Rae asked as she picked lint from the blanket. 

“Look around, it’s beautiful.  I mean, the hills around, the stars, during the day just over there,” Finn pointed into a the vast black of nature that laid ahead of them, “Over there is a stream of water.  It’s just peaceful, compare to the fast pace world that I’m sure you are used to.”

“What do you mean?”  Rae looked at Finn with her eyebrows raised.

“Your career, it’s fast paced, it’s music, constantly changing.  You are always going here and there, it’s exciting, and you’re exciting.”  Finn put his arm around Rae’s shoulders bringing her closer to him and she went willingly.

“That it is, sometimes too fast, but I love it.”  Rae admitted.

“Who is the best band you have heard of recently?”  Finn was curious; one thing that he is definitely attracted to is Rae’s knowledge of music. 

“Um Arctic Monkeys, they seem promising.”

“I’ve heard of them, they are amazing.  I told Archie, if they play a gig anywhere near we are heading over.” 

“Really? I am interviewing them in a week before their set.  You could come with me if you’d like.” 

“Did you just ask me out on another date Rachel Earl?”  Finn pulled away from Rae slightly so he can see her face, which he could tell was glowing red even through the weak shine of the fairy lights.

“It’s not a date, if you don’t want it to be,” Rae said weakly.

“Oh it’s definitely a date.”  Finn laughed.

“You know, if someone would of told me someone as lovely as you would be interested in me a few weeks ago, I’d laugh in their face.”  Rae admitted.  Finn furrowed his eyebrows. 

“What do you mean?” 

“It’s just, Finn, you are lovely in almost every way.  Seriously, I am still looking for a flaw, even though, admitting you at one point enjoyed Babylon Zoo is questionable, but other then that.  I just thought someone like you would want a Chloe, not a me.”  Rae moved out of Finn’s arm.

Finn looked at her solemnly, “Why would I want a Chloe?  When there is a Rae?”

Rae huffed, “Look at Chloe and look at me.  Right?  Chloe tried so desperately to get your attention and don’t get me wrong, I also put effort in, but it seemed too easy, it still seems too easy.  I just don’t get it.  I don’t get the guy normally.  Like Chloe said, always a bridesmaid, never a-”

Finn cut her off, “Rae you’re talking crazy.  First off, Chloe is definitely not my type at all, even if you hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t have paid much mind to her.  Secondly what’s wrong with easy?  I enjoy the fact that we get on so well, the banter you put me through.  You’re always bangin’ on about stuff, I like it, I like talking to you and I don’t like talkin’ to anybody, honest.  I don’t know those other lads you had dated and frankly I don’t want to know them, even though I would thank them for not keeping you so I am able to date ya.  Thirdly, that’s just a horrible saying made up by old hags to make people feel like rubbish, and you are still young Rae, are you in a rush to get married?” 

“No obviously not but I just hear it a lot from people, Chloe’s been married, Izzy’s getting married, even acquaintances from work are tying the knot.  Guess it just puts things into perspective that one day, I would like to.”

“Well then, that’s in the future right?”

“Right.”  Rae nodded.

“Can we please get back on to a lighter subject?”  Finn asked.

“Yeah of course.”

“So tell me about Rae, not what Rae does, but Rae.”  Finn looked at her squarely in the eyes.

“Ok.  Well I am extremely loyal to my family and friends.  I spend way too much time at or on work.  I live for music.  I have tried a go at knitting but realized I just do not have the knack for it like my sister.  On the subject of her, she is like my favorite person in the entire world.  I talk too much but then not enough, because I talk nonsense mostly.  I don’t know what else to say, should I show you my CV?”  Rae joked.  “But really, I’m no good at talking ‘bout myself.  What about Finn, who is Finn Nelson?”

“Hm, the tables have turned haven’t they?  Let’s see, I have been known to be a bit of a grumpy sod but you haven’t seen that side of me.  Kind of hard to be grumpy when around you I guess.  I have a horrible habit of biting my thumbs.  I go and see me da’ every Sunday to catch up with him, he still lives in Stamford, so that makes me a bit of a family person too I guess considering we are all each other has really.”

“Oh Finn, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up anything bad.” 

“No no, it’s fine, I like that it’s me and my dad.  We are close so it don’t bother me none.  There is this one thing though.  See there is this girl in my life right now, drives me mad in a good way.  When I’m around her can’t get enough of her and when I’m not with her, I’m scheming of ways to see her.”

“Sounds disturbing,” Rae pushed Finn a bit.

“Oh it is,” He grabbed her arm and pulled Rae closer, “Oh shit Rae, you’re freezing, here.”  Finn wrapped Rae in a duvet pulling her closer with it where their faces are centimeters apart from each other. 

“Can I kiss you Rae?” 

“Yes.”  That is all it took for Finn, he put his hand on both sides of her face, and it was cold.  Finn leaned in placing his lips softly on Rae’s running his thumbs on both of her cheeks.  Rae released the light grip she had on the duvet, putting more pressure into the kiss.   They broke apart, Finn wrapping his arms securely around Rae bringing her back to his chest.  “This has been the perfect date Finn.”

Finn chuckled as he ran his hands up and down Rae’s arm, placing soft kisses on her temple. 

They stayed there talking about anything and everything that came to mind, sharing kisses in between laughter and more serious subject matter.  Rae had never opened up to someone as much as she has opened up to Finn.  It was terrifying and thrilling all at the same time, Finn feeling exactly the same. 

They were in the middle of another hot snog session under the stars when Rae heard a beeping. Rae broke apart resting her forehead on Finn’s.  “Um, either you’re phone is going off or your arse is giving us a warning Finn.”  Rae laughed breathlessly.

“Oi, bollocks, it’s me alarm.  We need to get to the shop.”  Finn stood up and put his hand out to help pull Rae up.

“We need to get to the shop?”  Rae repeated perplexed.

“Yeah, I need to start baking, it’s 4 in the morning, need to get down and start the breads, and you my dear are helping me.”  He pulled Rae into a standing position.

“You are just full of surprises aren’t you?” Rae rolled her eyes with a smile as Finn dragged her down the stairs.

“Oh Rae, stay with me and you will see just how good this can be.”  Finn leaned in and pecked Rae on the lips before dragging her to his car and towards the shop.

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1 month later.

“Rae, are you going out with Finn again?”  Izzy asked as she sat in Rae’s flat, they had their last fitting for Izzy’s dress and Rae was finally able to pick her dress up.

“He is my boyfriend Izzy, who else would I be going out with?” 

“No one obviously, but you seem happier Rae.  I am happy for you.  Even though you made me change my seating chart AGAIN, but for you I did it.”  Izzy acted as if put out but ended with a smile on her face. 

“You are far too kind Izzy.  Are you ready?  Need to drop you off before heading to Uffington for the evening.”  Rae said as she grabbed a bigger bag then normal.

“Is tonight finally the night Rae?”  Izzy wiggled her eyebrows.

“A lady never tells, at least before I sleep with him, but expect a full report after.” 

“Oh you two, are in such puppy love, I find it adorable.”  Izzy chirped happily.

“Come on I want to beat traffic.”  Rae ushered Izzy out the door.

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“I’m gonna piss off early is that ok Finn?  Got myself a date with a lad from the gym.”  Archie was already removing his apron.

“Yeah yeah, that’s all good.”  Finn nodded.

“See you later mate.”  Archie patted Finn roughly on the back before leaving the shop.

Today was an abnormally slow day at work, but it was fine, Finn spent most of his time texting Rae getting excited for tonight.  She had only stayed at his a few times but she kept hinting tonight was going to be special which made Finn eager, he hadn’t put any pressure on her but he was ready to finally be together intimately.

Finn had his back towards the doors as he was cleaning getting ready to close just a bit early so he could go home and get ready when he heard the door open.

“Sorry we are closed,” Finn turned around when he saw a familiar face.

“Chloe?”

So I came up with another Love Live! AU..

Okay so I mentioned something on my blog a few nights ago that I was coming up with another AU & I want to share it with you guys now!

So I’m not gonna lie this whole thing came from me joking around with the idea of BiBi working at Hot Topic. But now it’s seriously turned into something that I plan on writing small ficlets for & I’ve fallen in love with this AU so hard.This AU has taken a turn that I never thought it would take. This AU I’ve decided to call the Mall Rat AU because Muse is group of friends that work at a mall basically. They all met each other at the mall because of their jobs. The sub units are basically who they are closest to.  I’ll post more headcanons whenever I can! I just wanted to cover the basics.

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Black Webs: Paint The Town Red & Blue

Submitted by:  xoeternalflamexo

Description:  Lydia Martin didn’t believe in last season’s trends or shoes that did not make her look at least six inches taller, but she did believe in Spiderman; New York City’s resident hero. One cataclysmic night changes everything and she gets swept into the madness of his world and falls in love with someone nobody would ever have thought she would be with.

Rating: T

Genre: Romance, Action

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