is yet to steer me wrong

Enneagram Types as Quotes On My Wall

1w2- “At this point she was willing to forgo rational behavior if it would get her where she needed to go.”

1w9- “A monster, that refused, sometimes, to behave like a monster. When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?” 

2w1- “Instead she settled for letting her focus drift in and out, so that what she got was a melody of people digging into each other’s lives.” 

2w3- “It humbles me. But it doesn’t humiliate me.”

3w2- “She wondered if everyone got the same thrill she did from meeting new people, or if it was uniquely enjoyable to her.” 

3w4- “I’m sure everything will be fine. Plus, they pretty much just wrote my college essay for me. I’ll talk about learning from the hardships of my rebellious teenage years and I’ll get accepted anywhere I want.” 

4w3- “I like red- don’t get me wrong. But I have a deep appreciation for anything that is willing to be totally and utterly itself. If you’re going to be red, then be red, goddammit, from your steering wheel to your hubcaps, be red.” 

4w5- “I’ve always felt at home here, in the shadows.” 

5w4- “I take them all in. I hear their conversations, witness their intimacies. I never say a word. They are more conscious of the birds, the squirrels, the wind. I do not exist. And yet I exist.” 

5w6- “Sometimes I will sit on a bench for hours at a time. Sometimes I will wonder. At every moment, I observe.” 

6w5- “Too much. Too fast. Too intense. The glass soul falls to the ground and shatters into a thousand words. The invisible boy becomes visible, and all of a sudden, his emotions blast neon.”

6w7-  “Yet here I am, sharp words zinging from my lips like poison darts.” 

7w6-  “I’m going to steal your idea to look at the world as if it’s always hiding something of value.”

7w8- “The day is all just hours you’re alive for. They can be filled up with anything. Unexpectedness, wildness, maybe a little bit of lawlessness even.” 

8w7- “When you don’t have any reason to think of days as weekdays or weekends, you start to realize that all days are pretty much the same and that kind of gives you the freedom to do whatever you want.” 

8w9- “‘You surrender.’ She said. ‘For you’re beaten.’”

9w1-  “And it’s probably not going to be the last time you’re heartbroken. You can’t go walking into traffic every time it happens.”

9w8-  “When she did, the air took on, simultaneously, the feel of might and fragility.”

Age Is A Number...

Hey guys! Double post today, hope you all enjoy this one, I had loads of fun writing it! Feedback is greatly appreciated and welcomed, as always thank you for reading. <3

Requested by: @climbmountainsandhugtrees “…I was wondering if you’d write a little something with Gibbs for me, too. something along the lines of the reader being the youngest in the team and Gibbs is always looking out for her and making sure nothing happens and then a suspect takes her hostage.”

Word Count: 1,364

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

It wasn’t news to anyone that you were young. Youngest on the elite team captained by Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Youngest agent in the Naval Yard in fact. It drew attention to yourself, especially when you started. Your first day included questions; some personal, some inappropriate and one or two that got Gibbs’s back up but you survived, you gave yourself a pat on the back and took it from there. Five years later and you’re still here.

Ever since though you’ve gone from strength to strength, Gibbs took a chance on you when he accepted you into the team, he wouldn’t have done that if he hadn’t seen something special in you, whether it was your quit witted replies to DiNozzo’s advances or your intuition in cases, but he also took you under his wing guided you when you needed it, gave you advice. He became somewhat of a father figure to you, your work Dad as Tony and McGee like to tell you every so often.

He always had your back, if you were ever in a sticky situation Gibbs would always be there to get you out. If you ever had a problem, Gibbs would be there to lend an ear or a well-cooked steak and a beer.


“We just want to ask Malcolm and Kevin some question, in connection with the Petty Officers death.” You explained to their parents, glancing at DiNozzo.

“Mrs Hudson, why don’t you come with me and we’ll talk with Kevin?” He asked, gesturing to the stairs. Both the boys were in their bedrooms. She nodded and followed the Special Agent up to Kevin’s room.

“Mr Hudson?” You prompt with a small smile, “It’s just a few questions..” He nodded too and lead you up to Malcolm’s room.

“Malcolm?” He asked as he opened the door, allowing you in and then shut it behind him, “This here is Agent [Y/L/N], she wants to ask you about that Officer’s death..”

Malcolm sat up on his bed and nodded, his father going to stand by the window.

You started with the routine questions, what was Malcolm’s connection with the Petty Officer, what was he doing at the park that late at night, could you have a DNA sample - that’s where things went south, “Alright Malcolm, calm down, it’s just a few questions.” You say in a calming voice, hoping it would calm the young man. He had at least a foot on you and you could already tell he played football at school.

“I didn’t do anything!” He shouted and pushed you out of the way to lock the door, before you could even react he’d pulled a weapon and backed himself into a corner, aiming his handgun at you and his father.

“Malcolm, what’s this? This isn’t you!” His father shouted just as you pulled your own weapon, aiming it at the young man.


DiNozzo frowned when he heard the commotion in the next room and made a sign for the mother and the second son to stay in the room they were currently in. He drew his weapon and slowly made his way down the hall, “[Y/N]! Everything alright in there?”

“Don’t say anything, and put your gun down!” Malcolm hissed at you.

“Tony, get back,” you start to say but Malcolm shouted over you.

“Go away from the door, or they both die!” He threatened and it made your blood run cold, the boy sounded wild and scared and he was already in a corner.

The father spluttered, “Malcolm, please, what’s gotten into you.”

“Shut up, Dad!”

“Tony, do as he says…” You warn and start to lower your gun, placing it on the floor before kicking it over and raising your hands, “Alright Malcolm, you’re in charge.”


“Boss we have a situation,” DiNozzo said into his cell phone as he bundled Mrs Hudson and Kevin into the garage, telling them to stay put as he went back to the bottom of the stairs.


Tires screeched to a halt and the sirens that had been on turned off. Gibbs and McGee ran from the car, into the house, meeting Tony in the living room, “Local LEOs have been notified. SWAT are on their way.” McGee told Tony.

“Has he made any demands?” Gibbs asked Tony.

“Nothing yet. [Y/N] is in there with the father too. Boss, I’m sorry we both just went to do separate inter-”

“It isn’t your fault DiNozzo…we jut have to get her out alive.”


“Sniper, do you have a shot?” The task force leader said into his earpiece.

‘Negative Sir, Agent [Y/L/N] is blocking the only window.’

“He’s put her there. He’s smart, not a stupid kid.” Tony said to everyone before noticing Gibbs squinting at said window, “Boss?”

Gibbs kept looking at the window, squinting his eyes, “She’s signing.”

“What? What do you mean signing?” The task force leader asked.

“Her and Abby…Abby’s our lab technician, she’s been teaching her for years. She’s signing something.” He concentrated, “Boy…unstable…willing to shoot…father..”

“Right, we’re going in. Blast on the door should be enough to distract him long enough for us to disarm him.” The task force guy concluded but a gunshot rang out stopping everyone in their tracks, then another.

Gibbs’s eyes snapped to the window to see blood spatter and a neat little hole. Without any though, Gibbs, Tony and McGee all race off towards the house, one thing on their mind - you.

“NCIS!” All three men shouted as they stormed the room, weapons drawn. There was the boy, gun smoking from his hand, a pale face and tears running down his cheeks. The father cowering in the corner and you, you were laid on the floor clutching your stomach.

“DiNozzo, secure that weapon!” Gibbs barked, McGee was rounding on the shooter with his handcuffs ready. More officers came in, escorting the father out.

“G-Gibbs,” you said in a wobbly voice, your hands over your stomach, “I-I-I don’t- it just went off-”

“Alright, alright, stop, let me see…” He said softly and pried your hands away, if he’d learnt anything from Ducky it was where a fatal gunshot wound could be and right now, you were incredibly lucky - in the grand scheme of things, you were still losing blood, however.

You groan when he pressed down on your stomach, much harder than you had been doing, “I can’t die- what if I die? I’m too young. I’m not- I can’t..” You stop, letting your head fall back to the floor with a thud, your bloody fingers gripping the material on the arm of Gibbs’s NCIS jacket, “God!” You yell with a pained voice, whimpering.

“Hey, listen to me, focus on me.” He instructed you, “Have I ever steered you wrong yet?” Gibbs asked, pushing further onto your stomach, he could feel both Tony’s and Tim’s eyes on you and him.

You shake your head, your lips in a thin line, “Then believe me when I say you’re going to be fine.” Gibbs kept his eyes on yours and you nodded.


You were laid in the hospital bed hours later after a surgery to remove the bullet and heavy bandages around your stomach. You would be out of action for a few weeks but determined to get back up and running in no time. The door opened to your room, it was pitch black outside now, save for the glow of the streetlamps. You turn your head from the window and smile as you saw Gibbs at the doorway, Tony peaking over one shoulder and McGee over the other, “Hey guys…”

They filed in, both DiNozzo and McGee holding some flowers than were black, a balloon, some chocolates and a card. You laughed ever so softly but it still ended up with a wince to your face, “Tell Abbs thank you for those beautiful flowers.”

The guys put everything on your small desk before taking a seat either side of your bed, Gibbs stood off to the side, looking over the three of you with a gentle smile on his face. He caught your gaze and gave you a wink. He would always have your back - always.


Tag list: @imagicana @lestradeslover @octxgonxl @irishavengersassemble

One Night is Enough for Now [Soryu Oh x Reader] KBTBB

Requested by @ carinecaldre69 Where Soryu and the MC have been struggling to spend time together so the bidders help them out, sorry t took so long and enjoy!

“Can I have the bill please?”

“Was something unsatisfactory Miss?” The waitress questioned in concern. Shaking your head, you pushed the empty wine glass away from you and lowering your eyes.

“No, it’s just that this was meant to be a date so…” You trailed off. This had been happening far too often recently, this was the sixth date that hand been cancelled at the last minute, this time the two of you both made it to the restaurant, but just as you’d ordered your starters he’d had a phone call and had to rush back to the office to fix a problem Inui had caused. Left alone, you had cancelled the starters and just sat sipping on the wine until the glass was empty. The waitress looked at you with sympathy, nodding and scurrying off to get the bill. Resting your forehead on the table, you thought back on the past few dates. Work call after work call, emergencies with the Ice Dragon, high status guests that came unannounced that you were called in to cater to, increasing your workload and shift time immensely. No matter how much planning you did, it never worked and something always got in the way.

“Miss, the drinks have already been paid for.” Pulling your head from the table, you gave a slow nod, standing and giving her a weak smile, you made your way out of the restaurant, you hailed a cab back to your apartment, only managing to summon the energy to eat a quickly made sandwich and fall into bed, groaning with the knowledge that another date was ruined and that you had to be in work early tomorrow.

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anonymous asked:

Jamie had many talents and interests. What would he be nerdy about in the modern world? How would Claire find out and what does she think?

We Live For Love

Four o’clock found them at a social club in Little Italy. One of the owners also happened to be Claire’s landlord – Jamie had been skeptical when she’d approached the door, but as soon as they entered she’d been welcomed like one of the family.

So now they sat in the back of the main room, watching a group of middle-aged men play cards and smoke cigarettes and speak occasionally to one of the constant stream of younger men who passed through the door, wanting to have a word or lay a fat envelope on the table.

“Good day today,” Jamie said after a while, idly swirling the dregs of his Jack Daniels in the small glass.

Claire sat beside him, so that together they faced the room. She didn’t speak, but he knew she had heard him.

“I knew it would be hard,” she replied after a while. “But after today, I realize just how much I don’t know.”

“That’s OK. You’re new at this. You’re not expected to know everything right away.”

“But if I want to be successful, Jamie – I *have* to know it right away.” She finished her vodka soda and turned to face him, eyes bright with a heady mix of anxiety and alcohol. “I don’t want to be a novelty act – I want to be respected. I want to be admired. I want people to look past the fact that I wear a skirt and see me for who I am.”

Her eyes watered – he couldn’t tell if it was from feeling or from the drinks. Desperately he wanted to reassure her – but she wasn’t a woman to be reassured. She needed to hear the truth, and as often as possible.

“It’ll be damn hard, Claire.” He held her gaze, trying to give her strength. “There aren’t many women like you – Debbie Harry, sure, and Chrissie Hynde. Maybe Patti Smith. But nobody’s doing what you want to. You won’t fit into anyone’s box.”

“I don’t want to,” she whispered. “I never have.”

Had she been any other woman – or girl – he would have laid his hand on top of hers.

But Claire Beauchamp was different. She deserved more. She deserved better.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered. “Do you trust me to help you in whatever way I can?”

“You haven’t steered me wrong yet,” she half-smiled. “And you helped me find my voice. I’ve been looking for it ever since I decided to do this – I knew it was in me, somewhere. But I couldn’t ever really find it.”

Sensing an opening, he waved to get the bartender’s attention, gesturing for another round.

“How long have you been working at this?”

She picked up two peanuts from the dish between them, waiting for their glasses to be cleared away and fresh drinks set on the sticky vinyl tablecloth.

“About a year now. Ever since I decided to divorce my husband.”

Well then. She had opened the door – but he didn’t want to step through it.

Respecting her.

“I’m sorry.” He took a sip of bourbon. “That it didn’t work out with him, I mean.”

“I’m not.” She squeezed the lime wedge into her vodka soda and stirred it with the paper straw. “I married him when I was nineteen. We argued for most of the seven years before I decided it was over. I sang in the church choir, and then in some small clubs. He didn’t like it. I had bigger dreams than he wanted me to have.”

So she was twenty seven. And here he was at twenty three – giving *her* advice.

How to respond when someone tells you something so private? Better to play it safe.

“Why rock music?”

She looked down at the glass held between her hands. “Why not? I’ve already walked away from everything. What do I have to lose?”

The card table exploded in laughter.

Jamie nudged her knee under the table, and waited for her to look up at him.

“What do you want, Claire? What would make you happy?”

She thought a long, long time before answering.

“To prove to myself that I can do it. That I have what it takes. And I’ll never let anyone else tell me what to do, ever again.”

He lifted his glass to softly clink against hers.

“Then I’ll do whatever I can to make that happen, Claire.”

And then she smiled – and his heart stuttered.

“And what about you, Jamie Fraser?” she asked, tipping back her glass. “What would make you happy?”

“To be recognized as a songwriter, not just a guitar player. I can manage things – not just work as a hired hand.”

“I don’t see you as a hired hand,” she said softly. Almost to herself.

“I’m very glad of it, Claire,” he replied, just as softly. Then stood. “Come on. We’ve got a big day tomorrow. May I walk you home?”

Somewhere in the quiet, dark hours of the night, when Jamie stared up at the paint peeling from his ceiling and listened to Ian’s snores across the room and the bum rifling through the bottles on the street below – the melody sprang, fully formed, into his mind.

He tore off his sheets like a madman, dashed to the bathroom, flipped on the light, and hastily scribbled in the small spiral notebook he kept under his pillow.

Yes – a good, solid chord progression. Rhythm guitars supporting a strong solo guitar, deeper notes allowing a beautiful soprano voice to just float to the top of the composition.

Intro – then verse – and soaring chorus – then another verse, another chorus. Then a bridge, and the chorus. Then a fade out.

He sat back on the closed lid of the toilet, finger tracing the chords on the page. Yes – this would be perfect.

The lyrics would come later. But for now, he had a song. A song for her.

Murtagh FitzGibbons arrived at the Bowery rehearsal space around eleven the next morning, not quite sure what to expect from his musical experiment.

After a ten-minute set comprised of three covers – Blondie, Mellencamp, and AC/DC’s “Highway to Hell” – it was clear that Claire Beauchamp had found her voice as a bona fide rock and roll singer.

It was time to call up Joe Abernathy at Chrysalis Records.

queen-elisabitch  asked:

I look forward to Numair's story, but what made you want to break a decades-long streak of writing mostly women's and girls' stories (other than Briar and his female-dominated clique)?????

My editor suggested that it was time for me to try, and since she has never yet steered me wrong, I lost my mind and agreed.

Eren/Levi fic rec list part one

(I don’t know everyone’s name on tumblr; if you see one that needs correcting, please let me know so I can link them in properly.)

zhedang

The Rest of Their Lives

In one life, Eren Yaeger died at twenty-two years, three months, and twelve days of age. In another life, Özgür Gözübüyük, twenty-two years, three months, and twelve days old, started crying in the middle of his molecular biology class.

A different sort of reincarnation fic. If one day you suddenly remember an entirely different life, what happens to the identity you held up until that day? Teen.

Christmas at the Ackermans’

An incredibly self-indulgent fic in which Mikasa asks Eren to do her a favor and go pick up her “sort of” cousin Levi from the airport and oh no, he’s hot. Teen.

Words Cannot Describe

People had always said that Eren wasn’t right in the head. As a kid, it didn’t bother him. But hearing those words now stung in a way he could never have imagined.

A canon-verse, sort of slice-of-life future fic in which Levi gets a well-deserved break, Eren deals with some haters, and they both prove that while communication is sometimes difficult, understanding can occur with just a little patience, effort, and care. Teen.

Giving Up the Ghost

Levi’s apartment is haunted, but he can’t bring himself to care. A story about depression, ghosts, and letting go. Teen.

twisting_vine_x

Always Taking Care of Me

Levi should have never taught Eren how to fuck. Explicit.

Let Me Help

The one in which Levi and Eren are forced to share a bed, and Levi has nightmares. Levi, vulnerable. It’s like watching the rain fall up instead of down. Explicit.

Fireside 

Essentially, the one in which Levi ditches his car and ends up half-frozen on Eren’s doorstep, and then falls harder for Eren in four days than he’s ever fallen for anyone in his life. Explicit.

mongoose_bite

These Weren’t Memories

Eren Jaeger had spent the last two weeks tending and nursing a huge fucking crush, and Levi had been the one stupid enough to plant the seed in whatever hormonal abscess passed for a teenaged heart. Explicit.

A Sound Like Breaking Glass

Eren lives by the ocean in a peaceful, untroubled world with his classmates. He studies, dreams of going out to sea on the boats to see what lies beyond the horizon, spends his afternoons by the water’s edge with his friends, and sneaks out at night more often than he should.

His greatest ambition is to join the crew of the Wings of Freedom, but after making a disastrous first impression on Captain Levi, joining his company will be easier said than done. Despite the insults and the bruising, Eren is determined and he vows to do whatever it takes to impress the captain before the ship is out of drydock. Explicit.

My Old Friend

When Levi was a teenager, the unrequited love of his life was Eren, his best friend’s father. Fifteen years later, Levi finds himself back in Whitecrest Cove to sell his late uncle’s house. Explicit.

foreverautumn

the mess we’re in

Levi is a man of action, a man who takes decisive strides to get the things he wants.

A man who leads this sort of life has little time for regret, and yet Levi has never felt more certain that he’s definitely made a wrong move somewhere.

That somewhere being his ass, which is currently occupied by Eren’s dick. Explicit.

strike me out looking

Levi is hunched over the steering wheel, knuckles white and palms sweaty. He’s been trying to recite aloud what he wants to say, but his voice keeps cracking and he’s just emitted a strange wheeze, so he’s decided to give up on that for now.

Concentrate on driving, just concentrate on driving.

…Driving to see Eren Jaeger.

lend me your ear

Eren’s not a vindictive person. Really, he’s not. In fact, he considers himself a big supporter of doing the right thing, fighting the good fight (literally, if need be); basically, he’s a big proponent of justice.

Sitting here with Jean’s credit card clutched in his hand, Eren’s sure this is just the beginning of a long and prosperous road full of justice. Explicit.

shulkie

The Red Long Johns, or “Be Sure to Dress in Layers”

It’s the week of the yearly Trust Initiative Teen Action Network (T.I.T.A.N.) retreat but this year Levi is left out in the cold when Hanji breaks her leg. To make things worse, Principal Smith gets a replacement chaperone—the new, very green English teacher Eren Jaeger. Levi and Eren butt heads over every little thing from professional to personal. Despite all of this, Levi finds himself distracted by the red long johns the fashion-challenged Eren wears under all of his winter gear and just how to get into them… Mature.

Welcome to the Jungle

Eren and his crew run heists on magical dispensaries, stealing goods to perform illegal spells until one day things don’t go as planned… Teen.

The Long and Short, Short of It

Eren tries to bake cookies for his Valentine. It’s a disaster. Gen.

The Stag in the Dark

After a high school hazing prank goes awry, Eren is forced to work at local “witch” Levi’s knitting shop. Teen.

BadAtPennames

Entrenched

Eren meets Levi for morning coffee in a trench during WWI. Explicit.

Special Interns Squad

Levi was content to go to work, do his job well, and maintain a fairly steady routine. Naturally, being placed in charge of a team of interns was not included in this list. It didn’t help that Erwin kept giving them ludicrous assignments that no intern should be doing. Or that Hanji uses the interns to torment him. Or that one of his new subordinates seemed to be getting more and more attractive by the day. Not Rated.

murakamism (VinatgeHandle)

The Art of Wooing

So now maybe Levi’s got a rock collection, but it’s perfectly reasonable, you know.

For one, they’re all from Eren. Eren in his titan form, because for some reason the boy has yet to give him one in his human form. Still, Levi doesn’t mind. Maybe there’s something instinctual in titans—giving away pretty rocks as a form of affection. Whatever. Hanji would go wild over that theory. Teen.

FoxofNineTails (TotooftheSouth)

Interruptions

It takes quite a bit for Levi to lose his cool, but when he does, it’s spectacular. Alternatively, the one in which Eren and Levi can’t seem to catch a break. Explicit.

cinnamonskull

Through the Bedroom Door

Taking place in the popular DILF! Eren and PINING! Levi universe on Tumblr, Levi and Izzy stumble home a little intoxicated from a night of partying. After Izzy falls asleep, Levi walks to the bathroom and overhears laughter coming from Eren’s room. Curiosity gets the better of him and through the bedroom door, he watches Eren and Jean engage in sexual activity. Explicit.

Kissing Booth

Eren’s soccer team hosts a kissing booth at the Spring Carnival to raise money for charity. What will he do when he’s unexpectedly forced to work a shift with Levi, team captain and his secret crush?

Steamy kisses up ahead. Teen.

shotgunsinlace

Night Drive

Working as a desk clerk for Sina Enterprises isn’t the most grandiose job out there, but it sure beats every other option Eren had jotted down since graduation. Troubled past behind him, Eren strives to make a name for himself by not fucking up the only good thing he has going for him. But when a certain foul-mouthed and dapper executive waltzes through the lobby doors, Eren is more than willing to set aside his “no fraternizing with the higher-ups” rule. However, the engagement ring on Levi’s finger proves to be a deal breaker. It was supposed to be a one night stand, one night to get each other out of their systems, but the two of them bit off more than they could chew. Explicit.

FarmlandTensions

Tell No Body

Famous musician Levi Ackerman stops by a stranger’s house when his car breaks down, and finds her son knows exactly who he is. Teen.

PresquePommes

Woke Up Dead

He had never believed in heaven, and the premise of hell had always seemed like something that had been invented to scare kids into behaving.

No karma.

No fate.

(Not believing in anything doesn’t make nothingness the truth.)

Or: That One Reincarnation Fic in which everyone is born to different parents, given different names, and existing birth order is thrown to the wind by an unforgiving god. Also That One Reincarnation Fic in which remembering means being born into a helpless, mush-brained infant body with the memories of an adult, which is fundamentally kind of horrifying and sometimes has catastrophic results. Secondary summary brought to you by the fact that the first one doesn’t tell you jack shit about the content of this piece- which is now complete! Explicit.

No-Smoke, No-Gamble

Levi has a customer.

He doesn’t tend to look at his customers, but he knows them by voice, and this one’s got some sort of shitty European accent and never buys cigarettes or lottery.

Which is pretty strange, considering that Levi runs the cigarette and lotto counter. Mature.

cottontale

The Almost Divine Comedy

Summon a demon for the vine, Jean said. It’ll be fun, he said.

Or the one where Eren summons a demon with a sweet-tooth and somehow ends up dating him. Gen.

Sex Bomb

Eren was covered in glitter and smelled like lavender. God, he loved bath bombs. Explicit.

ryuusea

A Warm Breath

“You’re a human child, aren’t you. You mustn’t touch me then, or I’ll disappear.“

One summer when visiting his Uncle Erwin out in the countryside, Eren befriends a mysterious masked man who lives in the forest. They promise to meet every summer from then on.

In other words, a story told through summers, year by year, of Eren being a (cute) brat, Levi dealing with said brat, and all the fluff, awkwardness, and strange feelings that come with growing up, despite the limitations placed on their interactions. Mature.

Eight Times the Fun

After a Scouting League mission goes wrong, Levi is forced to lay low on a remote island. He meets an interesting sea creature.

“You’re not afraid of me?”

“If you’re in the business I’m in, this isn’t the weirdest shit I’ve seen.” Explicit.

An Unforgettable Face

“Have we met before? I recognize your face…” Levi’s brows furrow, scouring his memory as to why he knows this guy’s face from somewhere.

“Ah, you’ve probably seen one of my videos!”

“Hmm. YouTube?”

“No. Porn.” Explicit.

unhappy_turtle

King of Carrot Flowers

It’s a Sunday. He’s washing his favorite mug and trying not to pay too much attention to the funeral that’s going on across the street.

(Levi lives across the street from a cemetery and Eren’s father has recently passed away.) Mature.

You Are Humanity’s Strongest

“Levi,” he says under his breath, “if this doesn’t work out, the world is not over. What you did last week was brave and you should be proud of yourself for doing that… fucking pathetic, he is fifteen. You are afraid of a fifteen year old—”

The doorknob is suddenly twisting and Levi sprints towards his own quarters. Gen.

peralta

Anonymous Asked

In a horribly inept attempt at flirting, Levi accidentally sends Eren anon hate. Well, in his defense, it’s not his fault Eren’s smile is so damn pretty. Teen.

MocheGoche

To Boldly Go

Captain Levi and First Officer Eren Jaeger of the Starship Enterprise set off on a five year mission to explore strange new worlds, seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no one has gone before.

“Captain’s log, Star date 16396.4: My first officer is a little shit.”

Captain Levi’s crew is infected with a toxin that affects the host in a similar manner to high blood alcohol levels, which can be spread by touch. Can Chief Medical Officer Kirstein and Nurse Bodt find a cure before the entire ship is infected? Not Rated.

violetlolitapop

Lock the Cellar Door

It’s all Sasha’s fault. That’s Jean’s story and he’s sticking to it. Explicit.

coldmackerel

The 6th Ward

A comedy about being dead.

Levi is finally returning to work as a nurse after recovering from a car crash that nearly killed him. Nothing says “welcome back” like realizing he’s lost his marbles and can see the disembodied spirits of the comatose patients in the 6th ward. He begrudgingly helps them learn how to be dead. Eren, the newest coma patient in the 6th ward, has six months to learn how to be dead. Good luck, kid. Mature.

KayteaEM

Eat Your Heart Out

An eight-course meal: Eren makes cakes, pancakes, bread, soup, sauces, stews, and beautifully shaved ice. He fishes, shops, plans feasts, pulls roots, drinks vine, gets in fights, gets in the way, says “yes, sir,” “for you, sir” and ultimately falls in love—not necessarily in that order.

Then there’s Corporal Levi, along for the ride. Teen.

BlakeBroflovski

Sentiment

In the Recon Corps, reading and comprehending paperwork is equally as crucial as it is beyond the realm of Eren’s capabilities. However, with his CO’s confidential tutelage, Eren is sure he’ll be able to catch up with his comrades in no time… if he can shake this unexpected suspicion that his fondness for humanity’s strongest soldier isn’t simple hero worship.

Hint: He cannot. Explicit.

crying-abt-fictional-people

Dentist AU

As the back of the chair is lowered, Eren takes a few deep breaths. The more horizontal his position becomes, the more he begins to question his life choices – specifically the one to chew oodles of gum instead of actually brushing his teeth regularly, but also the one to not turn at his heels and walk away upon laying eyes on not-Dr. Smith, otherwise known as Dr. Ackerman. Though half of the man’s face is now covered by a surgical mask, he still manages to appear fleetingly irritated as he stares down at Eren.

“In addition to sitting down, you’ll also have to open your mouth, you know,” he points out as he adjusts the overhead light. Mature.

Eight Months

“So I’m old enough to risk my life taking down titans but I’m not old enough to love you?” Eren quips, and while this time he purposefully goes for sassy, his voice hitches up near the end – it’s the first time he’s used the word ‘love’ to describe the emotions he has towards his Captain, but that’s what it is in its purest form, he now realizes: selfless, unwavering love that knows no bounds.

With a short nod, Levi replies, “That’s right.” His expression doesn’t change, but Eren’s sure he must know how ridiculous his demand is. However, he’s well aware that Levi’s not easily swayed, so with a dejected sigh, he drops his shoulders down.

Eight months. Well, it’s still better than a ‘no’. Mature.

What if...

What if during Warren’s recovery, after he has decided to stay at the mansion for his own sake and is put on 24 hour watch, he begins making the best of his ‘grounding,’ and starts hanging out with Hank down in the labs. Hank said it would help his confidence- both where he had too much, and where he too little. It would give him something to do while his wings grew back. It would keep his mind off of the prominent anger in his head. Sort of like therapy, as he would help Hank with expirements, medical treatment, and cleaning around the school. Warren needed a new leader in his life- someone REAL to look up to and guide him.

Now what if Hank then soon realized Warren’s terrible fear and anxiety around the new jet being built one day, when he has Warren come down to help him with a few things on it. He would see how much trouble the memories and fear and nightmares were giving the winged mutant, and decide to make that the next goal on the list of Warren’s recovery.

So what if then, he decided to start bringing Warren down to work on the jet every day with him. The angel wouldn’t want to upset the only mutant around that didn’t hate him, and would unwillingly agree and follow him down each time. But slowly, as the months would go on, Warren would begin loosening up around the formerly threatening machine. He would see all the parts that went into it- how it worked, how to turn it on, how to turn it off. How it flew- just like him, but not quite. How it was controlled, and how exactly Jean had taken it down that terrible day. He would see how simple it all turned out to be- and where all the exits were if ever another emergency occurred. He would see and help hank put the weapons and extra gadgets inside, and soon, when the new X Jet would be finished, Warren would now know the machine inside and out; less and less afraid by the day.

But then, what if Hank wouldn’t stop there. Warren’s continuous flinching and still unease would not be enough for his satisfaction, so he would decide to go further.

So what if then, he teaches Warren to fly it. By now, Warren’s wings have grown fully in. He doesn’t need the jet at all to reach the sky, but Hank still makes him try. And Warren agrees only because now he looks up to Hank- now he trusts him. Now he sees Hank as family; the doctor hadn’t wronged him yet, and Warren suddenly finds a brand new confidence in his head that he hadn’t noticed before.

Warren would have a panic attack the first time- Hank having to nearly force him into the chair and put his white-knuckled grip on the controls. The angel would go pale and sweaty and quiver with a gasping chest as he took hold of the steering, and allowed Hank to bring the suddenly gigantic jet to life around him.

“I’m right here Warren, you know I wouldn’t hurt you. If you can’t do it, just let me know and I can take over.” Hank would get set up right next to him- relaxed and easy as he would put the headphones on with him and take his controls.

The jet would move, and Warren would find himself in a mad panic as his hands nearly crush the new handles. He wouldn’t last long the first time- his wings opening and his eyes closing against his will as he instinctively yanks the controls up. Hank would then turn off Warren’s side; flying on his own but leaving the angel sitting next to him. He would test out the new pieces and parts of the jet, and talk to Warren as he flew them around. The angel would keep his grip tight on the steering and his eyes securely closed as he nods to Hank in response, until the doctor sighs and looks over at him.
“Warren, open your eyes. Look, we’re just flying…” he’d speak softly.

Warren would then slowly pry open his eyelids, to see only white clouds and blue sky through the windows in front of him. He’d huff a shaky laugh, but close them again and finally wish to go back.

Hank would let him, and return to the mansion.

But as the days would go on, Hank would take him out more and more. Day after day, until Warren was finally able to steer and fly all on his own at Hanks side- laughing hysterically as he suddenly sees what he can do.

And then what if- after Warren has mastered the new jet with Hank and figured out how to give it command and make it do what he wants it to do- the X Men are sent on a mission across the country. Warren would be with Hank as they prep the jet and ready it for take off- but before the angel can step back out to let them leave, Hank gently grabs his shoulder, and sits him down in the chair. The X Men would be confused and bewildered as to why Hank would trust Warren with such a job, but all it takes is one confident, calm look from the doctor, for Warren to know that he can do it. He’s ready.

So what if then Warren is able to fly with the X Men- fly them in the jet that nearly killed him just a year and a half ago. The X Kids would he astounded at the sight of the confident winged mutant controlling the machine that once caused him so much pain. And then what if, after a few more runs and a few more missions, Warren finds himself joining them in battle- leaving the jet to then fight at their side with out realizing he’s even joined them; living in the adrenaline and new found security.

Toxic

Warning: Long lmaooo

You were never like this. In the past, you were the girl who everyone waved to when she walked by. The girl that smiled because life wasn’t terrible. The girl that was just….herself. Then you met him. It was one cigarette, than another, one murder, then another, one drug deal, then it all became countless.

“Here you go”, Calum handed you the signature handgun that you used to dominate your opponents.

You felt it in your hands, you hadn’t realized how bad this was to very recently. In the beginning, you tried to tell Calum how bad it was, but it became a joke. Now, you laugh at the thought of how “soft” you were. If soft was not murdering people every week, then you secretly wanted to be soft. But you definitely wanted to be with Calum.

“Thanks”, you removed your feet from their position of being propped up on your bed and brought them to the floor.

“You good”, Calum asked as he laid on the bed.

No, no you weren’t. You didn’t want to kill people anymore. You didn’t want to do deals with demons. You were going to hell for sure. “I’m fine, why?”

He shook his head, “No reason.”

You shrugged, even though you knew you were lying, “I’m gonna go get ready.” You walked over to your closet and picked out a signature all black outfit. You were going to a club tonight so it was to be a tight fitting and short black dress.

-

“Let’s go Y/N”, Calum called from the bottom of the stairs.

“Coming”, you called while lacing up your knee high black boots. You stared at yourself in the mirror. You grabbed the handgun that had become a friend and put it in your left boot. Your hair that was the perfect kind of messy. Before you were the innocent little girl who was very pretty. Now you were the badass chic who was hotter than hell itself. Had he helped you? No, he just changed you….and you liked it.

“You look hot”, Calum smirked as you walked past him and to the door.

“Not so bad yourself, Hood”, you replied with the same smirk while holding the door open. He wore his signature black jeans, white tee, and leather jacket.

Once you got in your jet black range rover Calum started the car and looked over at you, “You okay?”

“Why do you keep asking”, you retorted.

“You just seem…off”, he shrugged.

“Nope”, you said while popping the p, “Same old me”, you closed the cap to your lipstick and put it back in the glove compartment.

He rolled his eyes, “Well fuck, I guess I was wrong”, he deadpanned as he sped off.

-

“What am I watching out for”, you asked Calum as he held your hand and steered you through the club.

“Guys in this outfit”, he tugged lightly at his clothing, “But with black tees and no leather jacket.”

You nodded, “And what am I doing?”

“Waiting for my signal, until then, you’re dancing on tables to get a better view. Warn me using the other signal if they’re near me.”, he explained, “Got it?”

You nodded, “Got it”, you went your separate ways. You looked for a higher, yet stable, table to dance on. You finally found one and tapped at your left boot to make sure your gun was still there. You climbed on and began swaying your hips as a crowd formed around you.

You were supposed to watching out for those guys, but your eyes were glued to Calum who was casually looking around, winking or smirking every time you made eye contact. Was he bad for you? Or were you just overreacting? You had actually come to love him, you didn’t know what his feelings were but yours were on fire.

You were so concentrated on Calum, watching his every move. You were so concentrated that you hadn’t seen those guys walk in. You were so distracted by your thoughts that you didn’t give the signal when they got close to him.

“Where are your men, Hood”, a broad man grabbed at Calum with his men surrounding him.

All of Calum’s men were waiting for Calum’s signal, the signal he would give after you gave him the signal.

“Didn’t bring ‘em”, Calum lied as the man’s grip loosened on Calum, only for him to put a gun to Calum’s head.

“Shit”, you whispered, “DJ? Play Toxic”, you yelled the signal that Calum would give his men to have them ready to fight.

Sure enough you suddenly saw people scatter and all sorts of people wearing your signature white tees and leather jackets. They all had their weapons on hand, ready to fight who they needed to.

You saw Calum’s eye meet yours as he looked at you with an expression that you could not depict.

“That’s your girl isn’t it”, the man with the gun to Cal’s head growled.

Calum didn’t answer.

“Tell me or your both dead, girlfriend or not”, the guy shouted.

Cal nodded, “She’s hot isn’t she”, he smirked.

“Grab her, Cecilia”, he barked at one of his fighters.

A woman who was about your size, but with more muscle growled as she ran after you.

“Fuck”, you whisper shouted as you cornered yourself according to the plan you and Calum had come up with.

“You cornered yourself you dumb bitch, and your weaponless”, the woman yelled with laughter as all of the guy with the gun’s men laughed.

She took her knife out and gave you a smug look. You took this as your chance to push your body off the cornered wall and kick her in the chest.

“Shit”, she yelped as she flew onto the floor, “Oh you’re gonna regret that”, she began getting up.

You pulled your gun from your boot, pulled the safety, and flinched as you pulled the trigger and the first gun shot had been made.

“Grab her”, the guy on Calum yelled as a guy that was four times my size grabbed me and held my hands behind my back, “You’re gonna watch your boyfriend die.”

All of Calum’s men were currently fighting the other man’s men. You tried to keep tears in as you stared at a helpless Calum.

“You ready to watch this happen”, the man smirked evily.

Calum gave you a knowing look and you know what card you were playing. You fought the guard that was on you, kicking him in places that probably hurt. I bit, kicked, did all I could to distract.

Calum took this as his chance to pull the gun away from his head, snatch it, and point it at the other guy.

You stopped as Calum shot the heavy set man and then pointed his gun at the guy on you. The guy on you let go and whistled, calling his co-gang members to come meet the new gang leader. Whoever killed a gang leader, became the gang leader.

“You okay babe”, Cal pulled you in for a hug.

“I’m sorry Calum”, you cried into his chest.

“You’re okay. But are YOU okay”, he referred to his questioning from earlier.

You looked into his eyes, tears coming from yours, you couldn’t lie to him. Or could you, “I am.”

Septiplier Fanfic: Chapter 6: Hasty Breath and Pumping Chests

This is a Septiplier Fanfic// I do NOT want Mark or Jack seeing this - please keep it out of their tags! 
This is a smutty fic - 18+ only ((if you’re not 18, I won’t tell you off, but if your parents//guardians//friends//dog see this and judge you, do not blame me. I have warned you)).
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Fallen (Stiles Romance Sequel) ~Chapter 2~

Originally posted by livewire-xo


I listened closely behind the tightening silence of the stethoscope pressing against my ears, holding one hand over the pump of the cuff. My lips curved as I finally found the pulse and my eyes quickly flickered over to the dial, clearly hearing the pulse at 115 before it faded at 60.

“One fifteen over sixty,” I said out loud before releasing the air of the arm cuff and pulled out the stethoscope from my ears.

“Very good,” Melissa grinned up toward me, pulling the cuff off her own arm. I felt the pride in me as I grinned, feeling the surge of excitement. For the past couple of days, I had been taking on lessons from Mrs. McCall about how to take vitals on patients, something Scott had suggested since I was interested in going into the medical field.

“You’re getting everything down. Pretty soon you’ll be able to do more hands-on work under the actual MD’s,” she began, standing up and placing a kind hand over my arm. “Looks like we’re done for the day!” I nodded and put everything up before grabbing a hold of my belongings and walking out with Mrs. McCall.

“When do you think I’ll actually be able to shadow and start diagnosing?” I asked, smiling toward Melissa.

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dead-komaeda  asked:

So, what portrayal do you like of shipping 2Doc?

If it’s M-rated 2D’s gotta top lmao. Or, he has to top at least half of the time and if I don’t get any indication that that’s going to happen from the summary I just don’t click. This may seem like a silly criteria, since omg position doesn’t = quality but for this fandom specifically I’ve found that it is positively correlated with how well thought out the story is and/or how many different perspectives an author is able to take on their relationship…if that makes any sense. Like, I’ve seen fans complaining about how 2D/oc fics are thematically terrible and like, yeah, the criteria I follow means I’ve really only read a grand total of like, 7 BUT it hasn’t steered me wrong yet lmao

If it’s in the G to PG-13 range then I look for something  close to this (warning for one slur) When I first started looking for fic in this fandom…I had some trouble (see the previous paragraph) so I like, scoured as many archives as I could and this ended up being one the first fics I read and I liked the dynamic a lot (also reassured me that my Murdoc interpretation wasn’t completely off)

preview 3/4: the foster kid!au

i didn’t exactly have a proper name for this one besides “surprise new ambreigns thing” in my documents, so i mean - whoops. i explain a little bit of what’s happening, enough to get the gist, right out the gate, so no need for a preface. enjoy!

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12 Dates of Christmas; Part 1.

Summary: AU. Dean and the reader are set up on a blind date a few weeks before Christmas, and things kind of seem too good to be true. They decide to have twelve dates beginning with their first and ending with Christmas, to see if spending all that time together will change their minds – and their feelings.

Word Count: 2310

Warnings: Fluff. Lots of fluff. It’s going to be 97-99% fluff. All 12 parts.

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“Trust me,” Mandy had told you. “You’ll like this guy.”

Blind dates weren’t really your thing, but when Mandy told you that, you decided to give the whole concept one more try. Mandy was smart and level-headed, and she had never steered you wrong … Even if the guy she had set you up with was her mechanic, someone she was only acquainted with casually.


You looked out the window and checked the weather, hoping it would help you decide what to wear. Gray clouds cluttered the sky; it hadn’t snowed yet this year but those clouds threatened to change that fact. Christmas lights perked up the dreary view out your window, making you smile. You loved Christmastime. Maybe you’d incorporate that into your outfit for the evening.


The mechanic – Dean Winchester – had communicated through Mandy that your dinner reservations were at a nice but not fancy sit-down place, so you picked a long-sleeve knit dress with thick, hunter green and white stripes from your closet. It feel just above your knees, so as you fastened the thin, brown belt around your waist, you decided on dark red tights and boots to match the belt on the dress. You took a look in the mirror and suddenly panicked. What were you thinking?

“Mandy, you’ve got to call this guy and tell him I changed my mind,” you told her once she answered the phone.

She groaned, and you could just picture her rolling her eyes. “You’re freaking out, aren’t you? We talked about this. There’s a twenty-four hour cancellation policy, Y/N. It’s too late now. What’s the problem?”

“I don’t even know.” You plopped onto your bed. “I’m wearing red and green – that’s lame, right?”

“Not lame,” Mandy replied carefully. “But maybe a little much for a first date. Give me about ten minutes, I’ll come over and help you.”

“Thank you,” you replied, feeling more than a little relieved. “Be careful.”

You fretted and paced in the eight minutes it took for Mandy to breeze in the door to your apartment. She closed and locked it behind her, tossing her coat and bag on the couch, then followed you to your room.

“All right, let’s see what we’re working with.” She looked you up and down and tapped her fingers on her chin. “Okay, I’ve got it. Let’s get to work. We’ll start with hair and make-up.”

Over the next forty-five minutes, Mandy made short work of curling your hair and pinning it back in a pretty half-up, half-down style. She helped you with your make-up, and finally suggested you change out the red tights for green ones that matched the stripes on your dress.

“There,” Mandy smiled. “He won’t be able to resist you now.”

You hugged her tightly. “You’re the best. What would I do without you?”

“Go on this date, then we’ll see if you still think that,” Mandy chuckled. “Now get going, or you’ll be late. I’m going to wait here, eat the pint of ice cream in your freezer and binge watch some Netflix. Can’t wait to hear about it when you get back!”

You pulled on your own coat, a scarf, and gloves, and braved the cold wind outside. You winced when the weatherman on the radio informed you there would be snow falling before the week was over.

What did it matter? It could snow tonight for all you cared. You had no high hopes for this date, and you could use the excuse to get home early.

***

Dean waited semi-patiently at the table in the middle section of the restaurant for his blind date. It wasn’t that he wasn’t looking forward to meeting someone new, but he was a little concerned that maybe this girl wasn’t as great as Mandy had built her up to be.

The restaurant was situated in a just-above-middle-class part of town, but he had chosen it carefully. One the chance that this girl was as great as Mandy described, Dean wanted to make a good impression. The Christmas décor and lights made the restaurant feel more laid-back than the handful of times he had been there before, which Dean appreciated now more than ever, as his nerves were really working themselves.

“Would you like to order a drink while you wait?” the young man waiting the table asked politely.

“It’s all right. She should be here soon.” He shrugged, briefly. “Maybe a couple of waters.”

Dean’s eyes trailed after waiter as the younger man walked to another table towards the front of the restaurant. He eyed a pretty girl walking his way with the hostess, who stopped midway and pointed to Dean’s table. She peeled her coat and gloves off as she approached him, laying her coat over her arm.

“Are you Dean?” you asked. A pretty pink blush dusted over your cheeks.

He stood to shake hands with you. “I am. And you must be Y/N?”

“Yes,” you confirmed. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You, too,” Dean smiled. He didn’t want to be superficial, but by the looks of this girl, the night was off to a good start. “Please, have a seat. I have waters on the way, but we can order whenever you’re ready.”

“Great, thank you. I’ve never been here, so it might take a couple of minutes.”

“Take all the time you need.” He watched you while you perused over the menu. “If you tell me what you’re in the mood for, maybe I could make a suggestion?”

You brightened a little. “That would be great. Honestly, I’m a meat-and-potatoes kind of girl.”

His kind of girl. “I don’t mean to be cliché, but you should try out what I’m having. Right here on the menu … the marinade on the steak is amazing.”

“Sounds good to me,” you agreed after reading the description.

He cleared his throat. “I’ll probably have a whiskey sour with it, too, if you don’t mind. Ease the nerves a little bit.”

“I think we’re going to get along just fine.”

Dean smiled at that, and you had to glance elsewhere to stop yourself from grinning so big. This guy was handsome, charming, and there was something about him … Whatever it was, it made your heart beat faster.

Once the waiter came and took your orders, you decided you were going to be brave and ask some questions.

“Well, I know you’re a mechanic,” you began. “What made you decide on that for a career?”

Dean cleared his throat. “My dad, actually. We were really close. Always working on some project in the garage for as long as I can remember. I mean, it wasn’t perfect – he was a military man, and that was hard sometimes. But he loved us, and he taught me a lot about cars.”

“I can’t help but notice you talking about him in the past tense …” you said quietly.

Dean nodded. “A couple of years ago. Heart attack.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I really miss him, but I’m getting along.” He looked you in the eye and said with a smile, “Things are getting brighter.”

You blushed yet again and looked away. “I’m glad you were close with him. I was close with my dad, too. My mom wasn’t really around, so I got really close with him and my brothers.”

“Family is important,” Dean asked. “What do you do?”

“I’m a paramedic.”

Dean started ticking the little things he knew about you off on his fingers. “Meat-and-potatoes eater, whiskey drinker, close with her family, saves lives – Mandy found me the perfect girl.”

You laughed. “And she found me quite the charmer.”

“A handsome one though, right?” Dean teased.

“A handsome one,” you agreed as the waiter set your plates down in front of the two of you. “Who apparently makes really great supper suggestions. This looks and smells amazing!”

The meal was delicious. The two of you took your time eating, conversing between bites about where in the city you had grown up, your favorite TV shows, the music you liked to listen to – anything and everything that came to mind.

“Okay, now be honest.” Dean smiled. “Did you wear green tonight because Christmas is coming?”

You hid your face in embarrassment, but recovered quickly. “I did! You know what, I’m not even going to hide it. I love Christmas. It’s my absolute favorite holiday. The lights and the decorations, the snow, the … uh, the romance.”

“Hey,” Dean said, beckoning for your attention. “I think that’s great. I mean, I always liked it, but I’m more of a Fourth of July kind of guy.”

“That’s my second favorite,” you offered.

“I’ll look forward to spending it with you then,” Dean commented sincerely.“Okay, so they really do have some great desserts here, but I have a different idea, if you’re okay being outside for a little bit.”

You nodded. “Sure, I’m game for an adventure.”

He paid the bill and helped you with your coat. While you finagled your gloves and scarf on, he pulled his coat on, and asked if you trusted him yet.

“Um, I’m sorry … why?” You asked, brow raised.

“Well, I figured if you trust me, we could take my car on this adventure, and I’ll bring you back to your car –”

“Truck.”

“Say what?”

“Truck,” you repeated. “I drive a truck, which I feel okay with you bringing me back to later.”

Dean smiled and slipped his gloved fingers through yours.

***

As the two of you walked around the outdoor ice-skating rink sipping hot chocolate, you had to chuckle as Dean raved again that you had known about his car before he told you.

“I mean, not every girl I know can identify a 1967 Impala – in fact, probably the only other woman I know that could do that is my mom, and it’s because she was the first and only girl my dad ever took for a ride in that car.”

“It’s in great condition,” you complimented. “And you aren’t the only one who grew up in the garage with your dad. I just didn’t turn it into a career.”

“Oh yeah,” Dean nodded. His warm breath misted into the winter air. “What made you decide on that, anyway?”

You took a deep breath. “I wanted to help people. I wish it was more of an inspirational story than that, but really … I like the rush of an emergency call, and the idea that what I do could make the difference between a person living or dying.”

Dean looked at you like he’d never seen a woman before. “I really am not dropping a line here but, damn, Y/N. I can’t get over how amazing you are.”

You laughed and playfully punched him in the shoulder. “You’re pretty amazing yourself, Sparky.”

“Sparky?” Dean chuckled as the two of you stopped at turned to face each other. You tossed your empty cup into a nearby trash can and shrugged.

“Yeah. My dad’s an electrician, but on one of their first dates, he showed my mom how to change the spark plugs in her car. She always called him Sparky after that – a combination of the two things, I guess.” You swallowed. “Considering it didn’t work out for them, maybe it’s kind of a jinx to use it for you. Sorry.”

Dean threw away his own cup and shook his head. He crooked a finger under your chin and smiled down at you. “No. There’s no way this could be anything but a good thing.”

A kiss was coming, and you knew it – hell, you were hoping it was in the cards for the evening. Just before Dean’s mouth connected with yours however, two kids ran in between you on their way to the ice skating rink, separating the two of you.

You gnawed on your bottom lip. “Guess it’s getting kind of late anyway. I have to be at the station early tomorrow for a twenty-four hour shift.”

“Yeah, I’ve got to be at work in the morning, too. Not for twenty-four hours, thank goodness.”

You smiled and reached for Dean’s hand again as the two of you walked back to the Impala.

***

When he dropped you back off at the restaurant, he offered a tight embrace and a kiss to the top of your head.

“Be safe on your shift tomorrow,” he cautioned. “It’s too early into a good thing for you to be getting into some kind of freak accident or anything, and with the storm coming in …”

You grinned back at him. “I’ll be careful. And you be careful, too. Don’t get caught up by some chesty girl dropping her car off for a tune-up.”

“I’m pretty sure my mind’s only going to be in one place tomorrow,” Dean answered quietly. You silently wished he would try to kiss you again, but his gall seemed to be gone for the evening. “Maybe after you’ve had some rest after your shift, you can come help me decorate my Christmas tree.”

“It isn’t decorated yet?” you exclaimed. “There’s only a few weeks until Christmas.”

“My brother and I helped Mom decorate hers, and I lost the mood, I guess. I think I’ve got it back. What do you say? I’ll cook you dinner, we’ll decorate the tree …”

You nodded. “All right. I’ll bring dessert.”

“Perfect,” Dean smiled. “Let me know when you’re home?”

“If you promise to answer.”

“I promise. Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Dean.”

You got in your truck, wishing you had started the ignition before you and Dean said your good-night. It would take a few minutes for the thing to warm up, but while you waited, you watched in your rearview mirror as Dean drove off.

“This just might turn out to be the best Christmas yet,” you smiled to yourself.

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mildware  asked:

Jarique / It was like when you make a move in chess and just as you take your finger off the piece, you see the mistake you've made, and there's this panic because you don't know yet the scale of disaster you've left yourself open to.

sequel to the last prompt kind of lmao

“I don’t know if I get what you’re saying.” 

Jared looks calm, no noticeable change of his grip on the steering wheel, his eyes pulling away from the road for just a split second. Then he doesn’t look back again, because now he knows they both know exactly what he said. 

“Am I doing something wrong?” Richard asks, trying to stay calm despite the imminent tide of panic. “Because–you treat me as if I hung the fucking moon, and whenever I even try to say that I care about you, you just shut down. And we do everything together. You worry about me and my work and my protein intake constantly. And I’ve slept in your bed five times. I mean what the fuck do you even want, Jared–are you my boyfriend, or something, or what?” 

Richard can’t even bring himself to look back at him. He closes his eyes for a moment, assessing the wreckage, until he feels the car pull over to the curb, the lights clacking off. He doesn’t say anything. He wishes he would go into septic shock and die right there, just to put him through the trouble of it. 

“Do you want me to be your boyfriend?” Jared asks, calmly.

“Fucking yes!” he snaps, turning right back towards him. “Is that not obvious? Is it not obvious that’s the only thing I’ve wanted since we started living together?” 

The truth sounds less humiliating after saying it aloud. When Jared leans over and puts his arm over his shoulder he realizes there was no life-changing boundary to cross, no concrete difference between Jared now and Jared a few seconds ago. No difference in the way he rubs three fingers in a tiny circle in a convex part of his spine. 

“Richard,” he says, “I don’t know what you want unless you tell me.” 

“Okay.” He glances up to him and swallows, his throat growing tight. “Sorry.” 

“What are you sorry for?” Jared asks. He kisses his forehead even though it’s beading with sweat, pushing back a sheaf of brown hair, with a weird kind of urgency, like he’s finally doing what he’d been thinking of for ages, too. 

“Nothing, I guess.” Richard closes his eyes. “Nothing.” 

Betrayed- A Sehun Angst

Part 1, Part 3

You parked outside D.O’s apartment, and for a couple of minutes, you just sat in your car, with your forehead against the steering wheel, wondering how everything came to be, wondering what you had done so wrong in a past life to deserve to be hurt this way.

You couldn’t erase that image from your mind, Sehun’s naked body, his bare back glistening with pearls of sweat, as he hovered over your friend. You tried, and tried to forget about it, but it was etched onto your memory, as if it had just been burned into your brain with hot iron. Your phone vibrated again, with an incoming text from D.O.

“Are you here yet? You are making me worried.” You knew you had taking twice the amount it normally would have taken you to arrive at his house, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to face anyone, the humiliation was too great for you to be able to look into the eyes of someone who pitied you, someone who was actually friends with Sehun in the first place.

You wiped your tears, and held a tissue to your eyes, trying to remove any smudged make up. You fixed your face with whatever you had in your car, and with a deep sigh, you ruffled your hair, and walked out of the car. D.O knew you better than anyone anyway, he would see right through your attempts of trying to make yourself seem stronger than you actually felt at that moment.

You knocked on his door, trying to cover your face as best as you could with your hair, just in case there was someone there with him still. After a couple seconds of waiting, Kyungsoo opened the door, with his precious large eyes opened wide with concern. He didn’t even give you enough time to say hello, he engulfed you in a bear hug, with your face resting on his shoulder. You felt the walls of faux-strength crumbling around you, but you couldn’t cry just yet.

“Oh thank God you are okay. I thought something had happened on the way here.” He mumbled, pulling you closer, inhaling the scent of your shampoo, before pulling away, and dragging you to his living room. He sat you down on his sofa, grabbed a blanket, and put it over your shoulders, as he handed you a cup of hot cocoa, just the way you liked it best.

“What happened Y/N?” he asked you softly, words barely escaping those precious pouty, heart-shaped lips of his, as he patted your head gently, comfortingly. A loud sob escaped your lips, and his body ached with the need to wrap you in his embrace again.

“I-I… I found Sehun… Sehun… cheating on me, with my best friend.” You sobbed, as you barely managed to get the words through your throat. You took a sip from the hot cocoa shaking in your hands. D.O froze on the spot, he felt rage bubbling inside him, slowly growing to a boiling point, but he managed to keep himself calm, although every fiber of his being was telling him to break all of Sehun’s bones.

You heard a loud clatter in the kitchen, and you both turned to see a furious looking Kai, with a bowl still rolling at his feet. You gulped, you’d never seen anyone look so angry in your life. Where was the cute boy who talked to his dogs and called them his babies?

Kai didn’t even give you time to question his behavior, he excused himself, and walked straight out the door. You were a little ashamed that he had heard what just happened to you, it was shameful to admit you had just been cheated on. After you both heard the door slam behind Kai, Kyungsoo turned to you with a saddened expression.

“Are you sure he was cheating on you?” He asked gently, trying to fix the shattered pieces of the situation as best as you could. You hissed.

“OF COURSE I AM SURE HE WAS NAKED OVER HER WITH HIS PENIS INSIDE HER!” You yelled at him, and Kyungsoo winced. You felt terrible immediately, it wasn’t his fault and you had no right to lash out at him like that, he was just trying to help as best as he could.

“I’m so sorry Y/N… I’m so sorry… I can’t believe he would do that. I trusted him to know better than that… You can stay here for as long as you need. You know you have a home here. “ he told you, his large eyes beginning to water, as he gently embraced you.

“Thank you so much Soo… I need you right now. I really do need you.” You told him, as you cried on his shoulder, and Kyungsoo’s heart broke just a little bit more.

You meant so much to him, and watching you suffer like that genuinely hurt him. Inside him, rage was boiling, he couldn’t understand Sehun would ever waste a chance like this, he couldn’t believe why he would ever go with another woman when he already had the best one in his arms.

Inside your apartment, Sehun was pacing back and forth, running his hands through his hair. Why had he done that? Why did he cheat? It wasn’t like he didn’t love you anymore, he wasn’t mad at you, he didn’t hate you, and it wasn’t like you had neglected him in any way. So why?

Simple, because he thought he could get away with it. He liked feeling wanted, and he liked the feeling of something prohibited. Your friend had come onto him when you were out, and although at first he had rejected her, he liked the feeling of being desirable, he was hypnotized by her purrs of “no one will know” and “it’s our little secret”.

He never thought things would turn out like they did. He never thought you would find out, and most of all, he never expected you to leave him empty and broken inside.

“Sehunnieee! Come back to bed!” He heard her call for him, and for a second, he cringed. He couldn’t stand the sound of her voice. He couldn’t stand the sound of his own voice, he couldn’t stand the tic-toc of the clock, and most of all, he couldn’t stand the silence you had left with your absence.

Your things were left intact, but the house felt empty, you weren’t there, your aura of happiness and warmth wasn’t there to make it even feel like home. He felt like a stranger in his own apartment, and it unsettled him. For once, the bratty maknae hadn’t gotten away with what he wanted.

A loud knock on his door shocked him, making him jump straight out of his internal monologue. He walked over to the door, hopeful, his brain praying for it to be you, coming back to him, to where you belonged. But instead, he was met with Kai’s black eyes.

“Kai-“ Sehun started, meaning to ask his bandmate what brought him to his house, but he had no time to finish his sentence. Kai was pushing him inside the house roughly.

“What do you think you are doing asshole?” Kai snarled at him, pushing him again. Sehun tripped over a table, and fell on his butt. He stared at the older boy with fear in his eyes, not understanding what was happening.

“How could you cheat on Y/N? How could you?!” Kai screamed at him, kicking a chair to the side, making it tumble and fall.

“What is wrong with you? Why are you like this?” Sehun asked him, trying to crawl back somewhere safe.

“Get up. I won’t hit a man who is on the floor.” Kai growled, kicking at Sehun’s foot.

“Kai, you can’t be serious.” He stuttered, too shocked for more words.

“GET UP!” He yelled, and Sehun scrambled to his feet, his heart beating harshly in his chest. He was terrified. What was wrong with Kai? Just as he was on his feet, Kai’s hand collided with his cheek, once, twice, three times. Sehun was left on the floor, his mouth bleeding and his eye bruising.

“Kai… I thought we were friends…” Sehun stuttered with tears in his eyes, as he struggled to stand up again.

“I’m not friends with cheaters.” Kai replied coldly, before leaving the room without a second look. Sehun’s world shattered around him. He was losing everything, everything because of his selfish needs and desires.

He didn’t think about you, when he kissed your friend, he didn’t think about your heart when he took her clothes off, he didn’t care to imagine the pain you would be suffering, the tears you were crying. He just wanted to enjoy himself, to have his own way, he didn’t care to put a thought on the person he would be hurting, breaking, with his actions. And the worst part, he didn’t understand why it was so much of a big deal. It was just sex.

At Kyungsoo’s place, you had managed to cry yourself to sleep on his couch, with your face pressed against his chest, as you watched yet another Disney movie. He knew they were the only source of comfort you could find at times like these, because for a moment, they made you forget about real life, about being an adult, about responsibilities and about heartbreak, because in Disney movies everything is possible and there is always a happy ending.

He brushed the hair out of your face lovingly, chuckling at how cute you looked as you slept, with your mouth slightly open, and your lower lashes tickling your cheeks. He couldn’t understand how anyone could give you up.

His eyelids were growing heavy, and he wanted to take you to his bedroom, so he could tuck you in, and let you sleep comfortably in his large bed, he had no intentions of staying with you in it though, you were too pure, too good for any filthy thoughts his male hormones could muster.

But the moment Kyungsoo moved his body slightly, your hands gripped onto his t-shirt tightly, and a frown creased your perfect forehead.

“Don’t go.” He heard your sleepy voice whisper, as your hold on him tightened. He smiled, and checked to see if you had woken up, but the even movement of your chest was a clear giveaway that you were still asleep. He smiled to himself, and closed his eyes.

Maybe he was a little bit uncomfortable, maybe the position was awkward, but just watching you on him, sleeping so peacefully, brought him great happiness. So he let sleep take him to Dreamland, and for the first time in a very long time, he no longer had to wonder what it felt like to fall asleep with you in his arms.

I think I lost a ton of followers because I posted 4923847398x about Teen Wolf yesterday. Sorry, y’all…but I guess better to unfollow now cause when the season starts it’s going to get real also why unfollow me when you could be watching this show and posting along with me like have I steered you wrong yet?

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A Different sort of Magic

@kiwihurricane

It was the height of the might.  However, the stuffy weather from the previous day was still lingering around in the air. Hotaru was not happy about having to meet and greet someone.

“Alright, fairy. This better be the right place…” Hotaru said while she finished off drinking a can of juice from a vending machine, tossing the can towards a garbage can but missing.

“Of course it is, Higanbana! Have I ever steered you wrong before?” Sada asked.

“No shit you have….” Hotaru mumbled.“Just give me the low down. What’s her name, hair color, and all that other important jazz.” Hotaru said.

It seemed that there was a foreign magical girl that had shown up in the city. Hotaru really didn’t want to bother with this; however, if it meant maybe getting some intell about whatever sort of existential threat to the world was coming there way this time around, then it was important enough to.

“Hello? Are you here yet? Lady? The stupid fairy didn’t tell me your name.” 

Do you know how much I love you - Jackson (Got7)

Jackson had a late night interview for a local television station to do and he asked you to come with him because he didn’t want to leave you at home all alone by yourself that late. So there you were sitting at the side as Jackson sat with the interviewer who happened to be a very beautiful woman. You knew Jackson thought she was attractive because honestly she was.

Your arms were folded in anger as you glared at what was taking place in front of the cameras. The woman kept complimenting Jackson on his looks and talent and it just made your blood boil with jealousy. She even reached over and touched his arm a few times just infuriating you to no end. What got you even more pissed was the fact that Jackson was allowing all of this. He wasn’t telling her to stop or anything. 

You had had enough you got up and told his manager that you were waiting outside on the balcony of the studio for him. You didn’t want to watch your boyfriend and that  woman flirt so out rightly. About half an hour passed when you heard the balcony door open. You spun around and saw Jackson smiling at you.

“So how was it? What did you…” he began but you cut him off.

“Let’s leave.” was all you said as you passed him and went back inside grabbing your purse and exiting the building to the front. He was right behind you with a confused expression but he didn’t say anything as yet. He just did as you wanted. He got into the driver’s seat and you in the passenger’s seat. He began to drive you both home. 

“Babe are you ok?” he asked when you were halfway there.

“Of course I am Jackson. Why wouldn’t I be?” you said sarcastically.

He picked up on your tone instantly. “Just tell me what’s wrong” he sighed.

“Why don’t you ask your pretty little interviewer what’s wrong hmm, you sure seemed to like her advances yea?” you said folding your arms. He didn’t respond. You looked at him and saw he was holding the steering wheel tightly and his jaw was clenched but you didn’t care because you were angry yourself.

When you reached home you got out of the car not saying a word to him and entered your house. You took of your shoes and hung up your jacket going into the kitchen and getting a glass of water. As you took a few sips you saw Jackson standing in the doorway of the kitchen. He was glaring daggers at you and you just glared back sipping your water.

Your eyes were locked with his as you took your final sip and placed your glass in the sink. As soon as the glass was out of your hands he stormed over to you and pushed you against the wall joining his lips roughly to yours. You kissed back immediately wrapping your arms around his neck as he forced his heated tongue into your mouth. His tongue began to explore all areas of your mouth before settling to massage your tongue gently.

His lips felt chapped against your soft ones but for some reason that made the kiss feel even better. He wrapped his arms around your waist tightly pulling you as close to him as possible. You removed his hands from around his neck and trailed it down his hard upper torso. You pushed it under her jersey feeling his very toned abs. He grunted softly into the kiss before pulling away and glaring at you.

“You always think I’m flirting with someone. Don’t you know I love you and only have eyes for you.” he said darkly and you whimpered. “I’ll show you how much I love you.” he said before attaching his lips to your neck sucking harshly and making you moan.

You felt one of his hands slip under your skirt and began stroking your heat through your panties. You gasped and wrapped your hands in his hair tugging on it slightly as he continuously assaulted your neck and collar bones with licks, sucks and bites. He was teasingly rubbing you over your underwear.

You bucked your hips trying to signal to him that you needed more. He chuckled against your neck making you groan. “What is it baby?” he asked puling away from your neck and watching you feigning innocence.

“I want more.” you moaned as he continued rubbing you. 

“What do you want baby?” he asked huskily pulling his hand out from under your skirt.

“Your tongue.” you managed to say and he smirked. He lifted you up and placed you on the counter joining your lips heatedly as he slowly stripped you of all of your clothes leaving it in a pool on the floor. He pulled away from the kiss and began kissing down your body stopping at your boobs to place two gentle kisses on them. He continued his journey down until he was by your wet core.

You stared down at him in anticipation. He opened your legs out more as he knelt in front of you. He slowly blew some cold air against your making you whimper from the feeling of the cool air against your heated core. He then placed a soft kiss on your knee and began kissing up towards your core. You moaned with excitement as he got close.

However, he stopped by your upper thigh and began sucking on it, trying to leave a hicky. You moaned throwing your head back. Even though he wasn’t touching your core it still felt really good. He began to lick the spot now and ended it with a little bite before pulling away to admire the hicky he left behind. He then placed a final kiss on the marked spot before he got to your core.

He passed a finger up it, opening up your juicy folds and making you whimper. He passed another finger up collecting some of your juices on it and then sucking it off. “Mmmm baby.” he moaned at your taste. He stuck his tongue up and finally licked you making you gasp from the sudden intense pleasure. He kept licking you straight up, putting as much pressure into his licks as he could so that you felt it better.

You moaned countless times as he licked you so well with his expert tongue doing all of the things he knew drove you crazy. His tongue felt so good against your sensitive core that you couldn’t stop to sounds that kept escaping from your mouth. He eventually stopped licking you up and down and let his tongue stay at your hole. He began licking all around it making you squirm. 

He used his strong hands to hold your hips into place for him, you couldn’t move now. He slowly and softly entered his tongue into your hole making you scream his name. He began moving his tongue in and out of you fucking you with his expert tongue and it felt so fucking good. You were loosing it, trying to reach out and grab anything around you for support. You settled with tugging on his black hair making him moan into you just doubling your pleasure.

His tongue was moving furiously in and out of you when suddenly Jackson attached his rough thumb to your clit and began rubbing circles on it. You moaned so loudly because of the pleasure tugging hard on his hair as you wrapped your legs around his neck.

You looked down at him and saw him watching you through clouded eyes. The sight of seeing your sweet boyfriend between your thighs making you feel so good made you moan loudly. You could feel your orgasm approaching.

“I’m close.” you moaned and he began moving his finger and tongue faster and soon you closed your eyes and screamed his name cumming all over his tongue. He greedily licked it all up before coming up to your face and kissing you letting you taste yourself on his lips making you moan.

He pulled away after a while and said “Do you see how much I love you now?”

You nodded and reached down grabbing his boner “Now let me show you how much I love you.” you whispered and he smirked nodding.

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Let Me Tell You About You

I was dancing. My feet were pounding against the floor in time with the beat of the loud music that blared from the clubs speakers. My clothes were sticking to me like a jolly rancher to its wrapper after sitting in someone’s warm pocket for too long. My head was buzzing slightly from the alcohol and my heart was tapping against my chest from adrenalin.
I was having the best time of my life from dancing in a club with about a hundred people that I didn’t know whose bodies were just as buzzed and sweaty as my own. My friends were sitting down at a booth, downing shots and kissing men whose names they hadn’t bothered to find out. I on the other hand wasn’t interested in that, I came to places like this to lose my mind to the music and allow my body to move in any way it felt like it should. That was my release. As my body jumped and swayed to the music a smiled spread across my face due to the high that I was feeling. So high off of nothing but the music.
1 hour later:
I had taken a break to get a drink but I couldn’t stay away from the dance floor for too long. When I heard another song start up I made my way to the floor and slid in where I could. I began dancing again, in my own world, until I heard someone whistle lowly. My body didn’t will itself to stop moving, but I did look up to see who was whistling at whom. My eyes focused in on a guy. His shirt was off and tattoos decorated his defined body. I licked my lips still moving and watched as he carefully took off his dark sun glasses. Although the club was dark, I could identify that he was more than a looker. This boy was gorgeous and every hormone in my body sprung to action as I registered this. His eyes caught mine and my throat caught my breath. Any other time I would have felt inferior with a guy so spectacularly attractive even glancing at me but I don’t think that I was really myself in that moment. I watched as this boy walked through the crowd to where I stood moving less now, but still moving. He didn’t stop walking until he was inches away from my face and my heart was beating so rapidly that I feared I’d go into cardiac arrest. He snaked his arm around my waist and placed his hand on the small of my back. My hormones were jumping again and I wanted to scream or cry or run, however, I couldn’t do anything but stare into his eyes. A pool of soft brown and caramel that made my knees weak. “Keep dancing” he said into my ear as he pulled my body against his. Oh God, he smelt amazing, like lavender and axe. I listened to him and moved my body against him, allowing his other arm to trap me against his body. I had no idea who this guy was but he somehow managed to cast a spell on me in the time that he whistled and made eye contact with me until now. Normally I wasn’t this type of girl, I had fun on my own and my conscience tried profusely to remind me of that, but I ignored it. I let the music tell me what to do and avoided thinking about consequences. “Damn baby,” the guy muttered as his hands ran over ever dip and curve that my body possessed. I did my very best to suppress the shudder that crept on me. I pulled away from him some, so that I could get another good look at him, but he wasn’t having that. He took that moment as an opportunity to turn me around and get my back to his chest. “You’re not like these other girls,” he muttered as he guided my hips to the music. I opened my mouth to say nothing, staring at the people intertwining their bodies with others. “Don’t ask me how I know because I just do. I go from club to club and see all types of girls. They throw themselves at me; basically crawl on their hands and knees over to me for what? A quick fuck or feel up,” he chuckled lowly. “It amazes me, but I don’t have many objections. I benefit either way. Yet here I am dancing with you. You’re the type of girl who steers clear of guys like me, but not for the reason that most people think,” he went on. My throat felt dry and I had to remind myself to keep moving. The boy continued to amaze me. From his looks to the strange way he told me about my own self. “You steer clear of guys like me, not because you think we’re bad news but because you’re not confident. You lack self assurance therefor you think that a guy like me wouldn’t take a second glance at you, but you’re wrong. You’re so wrong that it pains me sweetheart. I like girls like you; girls who bury themselves in books or writing maybe,” he smirked against my neck and then placed a small kiss on my jaw line. I closed my eyes briefly to steady my irregular breathing. “Yeah, you keep to yourself most times, but theres a side of you that only your friends really know about. Like how you were dancing not too long ago. The way you move your body is dangerous girl, if only you knew. If only you knew that not all girls like you can shy away from guys like me which might explain how you and I ended up here right now. Crazy how things work huh? Well I just want you to know that I’d take more than one glance at you, I’d devour every inch of your being with my eyes. I’d take you home right now and fuck you senseless. I swear I’d make you forget your own damn name,” he whispered. I gripped his muscular arms, hopping that I’d gain some sort of support before I collapsed into a pile of pitiful on the floor. “But you’re not that type of girl. You’re delicate and pure and as much as I’d love to corrupt that and ruin you, I can’t,” he said causing your heart to drop a little. He pulled away, not before squeezing your sides an pecking your neck again. You blinked a few times, trying to bring yourself back to reality. By the time you turned around to try and make sense of what had just occurred, he was already a few feet away. You watched in awe as his back flexed while he walked back over to his friends, only once did he turn around to flash you a weakening smile.

I liked writing this imagine. I’m gaining followers but nobody is requesting 😩🙃 makes me sad.