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He tries to make you jealous (Zach Dempsey)

shit, so i’ve been in love with thirteen reasons why recently. it’s got me hooked. zach dempsey has been one of my crushes on the show, so here’s one based on this prompt. i’d love taking suggestions! ring me up if you have any ideas- or, better yet, drop by my ask if you want me to make any more for you.

prompt: “i like you a lot, so i tried getting you jealous,” ft. zachary dempsey

Originally posted by pitterpratter

“Ah shit, Y/N,” Jess Davis groans as she wiggles into the tight row of cushioned chairs, trying to make her way to the middle of the line next to you. You giggle as the popcorn spills all around her clenched hand and into the laps of everyone nearby. There are whimpers of “Sorry, sorry!” and grunts before she finally lands into the cushioned chair next to you and sighs. “Ah Jesus, I didn’t know that would be so hard.”

"Maybe you should lay off the gummy worms,” You put in, and laugh as she glares at you and hits your arm. Your hand digs in the popcorn and you stuff a handful into your mouth, the satisfying crunch as you chew making you moan. Ah, popcorn. Jess rips open a pack of the gummies and snorts at you. “Maybe save those noises for Dempsey, hon.”

You choke on a kernel as she purses her lips trying not to laugh, her eyes steadying on the previews onscreen. A few snickers make it out either way, and you scowl at her and stuff more handfuls in your mouth.

Zach Dempsey and you, to put it lightly, were not friends. It was difficult to push you into a room together and not expect a night of sour jabs and endless bickering. Everyone at school knew it, and it was something that happened way before you were even freshmen. There was never a time you weren’t at each other’s throats. One time, he’d spilled liquor down the front of your dress at some party and you’d hidden his pants in a bush while he was in the hot tub later that night. Lately it’d been more of a joke between your friends, with Jessica mockingly swooning how romantic you two would be. 

The lights start to dim and you wiggle back into your seat, ready for some good old romcom- and then the Paramount clip cuts into black for a moment, making you groan and try to dodge whoever was blocking your view. You crane your entire body and glare daggers at the idiot who interrupted your film before it even started. You loved your movies, and you were pretty serious about getting the “full movie theatre experience” (which Jess liked to mock). Please, you were paying a good four dollars for a movie you could watch for free online. Your eyes rise up to the back of his head, taking in a mess of straight black hair, broad shoulders and the school’s infamous Letterman jacket hanging on them. You memorized the back of that head. You knew those shoulders.

It was Zach Dempsey. With him were Jason Friar and Justin Foley, all wearing their Lettermans. You felt Jess shift in her seat at the sight of them. Wrapped in Zach’s arm was a smaller girl, snuggled into his shirt and playing with his fingers around her neck. They scooched into the seats almost directly in front of you, with the girl turning her head suddenly and getting the tips of her ponytail in Zach’s mouth. He swats it away, annoyed, but smiles instantly when she turns her head to look at him.

“Oh no,” You moan, making Jess snicker at you. You don’t miss the way her eyes flicker to Foley and turn away. “Just what I needed.”

"Who’s the girl?” Jess wonders, squinting. “Not a cheerleader. That’s Jenny, I think. Or her friend Bryana. I can’t be sure. We have Com with them.”

"Ugh, who cares,” You roll your eyes and try to turn to the movie. As long as they don’t ruin your film. This was some good stuff showing- if you focused enough, maybe you could ignore them. Jess shrugs and follows suit. You take a sip of your cherry cola as Martin Freeman jogs up into the scene.

The movie drifts by, but you find that you don’t enjoy it as much as you would have. Your eyes keep landing on the back of Dempsey’s head- and as much as you hated it, his arm around the girl’s. Your popcorn started tasting sour. You focus on some surfer guy’s abs an hour in but your mind keeps drifting somewhere else. Suddenly, before you can even blink, Zach cranes his neck slowly and looks directly at you, as if he knew you were there the entire time. He catches you looking and his cheeks tinge pink as he whips back around. Jess snickers. “That’s like, the fourth time he’s done that.”

"What?” You blink. Wouldn’t you have noticed? Jess takes a slurp of her drink. “Yeah, didn’t you notice? I mean, he’s had like two bathroom breaks. Both times he’d looked right at you before he took his seat.”

You decide not to say anything and reach out for a gummy worm. You keep watch, but Zach never craned his head again.

The movie ends before you know it, and Jess is a mess. You can’t stop laughing at her state, and after a while she laughs with you and dabs at her tears with paper napkins, but her mascara’s everywhere. “Shit, Y/N, why aren’t you crying with me?” She scowls, and starts hicupping. You try to hide your smile. You find it best not to tell her that you were staring at other things than the movie.

The lights flick back on and the people file out. You grab your empty popcorn buckets and leave, but not before Jess excuses herself to the comfort room to freshen up. You drop the buckets in the trash can near the snacks counter in the lobby and wait for her, waving a hand at Hannah Baker, who was filling up drinks at the soda fountain. Your hand travels to your back pocket and realize your phone is missing, so you run back into the cinema’s swinging doors hoping not to find it lodged in between seats with a wad of chewed up gum.

You find something even more tramautizing. Sitting on Zach Dempsey’s lap was his date, clutching his face with her pale hands and making out with him. He’s fidgeting in his seat, but trying to keep still. You note that his hands are on the cup holders and not on her waist. Your face screws up and you groan in disgust, picking your phone up from floor. “Christ, Dempsey, get a room.”

Zach’s eyes widen and he scrambles up, pushing the girl out of his lap. “Yeah? Well, this was an empty room ‘til you showed up, Y/N.”

You snort, tucking your phone into your back pocket. “You’re a pig, Dempsey.” There are mumbles of "Ooh”’s from Foley as you stalk back to the entrance, where Jess was waiting for you, ready for some milkshakes at Rosie’s. You loop your arm in hers, failing to hear the “Shit, man,” and swears from inside the theatre.


You head into school next Monday with a great start, munching on your bagel as you make it to your locker. You’re wearing an oversized hoodie and high waisted jeans, but it doesn’t stop the jocks from whistling when you pass by. You roll your eyes at them and chew on your bagel as you turn the corner. High school boys were too immature. No wonder you never found the want to date one.

Passing by you in the hallway was Zach Dempsey, crowded with his band of loud friends who are laughing and pushing each other. You meet his eye and he stops, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. You roll your eyes and look away, and you can almost hear him sigh in defeat. Someone slaps him on the shoulder and whistles as you walk by. “Daaamn, Dempsey, you gotta let us share.” You don’t see him shove the guy and stalk off.

The first half of the day passes by like a breeze. By the time fourth period ends, you barely feel like the day has started. You head out for the cafeteria, stacking all your books in your arms and making it through the door, but it wasn’t long before you could hear footsteps running after you. “Hey, wait up, Y/N!”

You turn around and groan, continuing to walk. “Dempsey.” You try not to glance as he jogs up next to you and ruffles his hair, staring at you with this half grin of his you didn’t want to admit you liked.

“Uh, hey.” “Something you need?”

“No, uh, actually, I wanted to talk to you.” He looks at you sheepishly.

“Okay, talk.”

“Um, you look nice today,” He offers, biting his cheek. You stop, staring at him in disgust. “What?” He trails. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding with me.” You shake your head in disbelief and keep walking.

“What’s wrong?” He keeps up. “Seriously, Dempsey, are you hitting on me now?” “And why would that be so terrible?”

“Geez, Dempsey, what is wrong with you?” You deadpan. “You are such an ass, you know that? Do you always treat girls like shit?” You gape at his blank face. “Jenny. From last Saturday. You think it’s OK to throw girls around like that?”

“What? No! I- uh, Jenny and I aren’t serious, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He winces, scratching his neck.

“Yeah, right. Of course not.”

“Look, can I take you out this weekend? To Rosie’s maybe? I’ve wanted to maybe get to be with you out of school. We could go to the movies?” You’re at the cafeteria doors now, but Zach shuts them with his left arm, blocking the way in front of you. You snort. “You can’t be serious.” You watch as his face falls and his mouth twitches.

“What’s so bad about going out with me?”

“God, you are such a jerk, Zach!” You groan, throwing your free hand in exasperation. He winces at the sound of his name being used so hatefully- he’s only ever heard you say Dempsey. He tries to forget about all the times he’s dreamed of his name coming out of your mouth, but decides he hates it when you yell it at him. “You think it’s fun, don’t you? Having no respect for girls whatsoever. You get off buttering them up with kisses and flowers and take them to the movies only to ignore them completely a day or two later. Who, in their right mind, would ever want to go out with someone like you?”

“I only ever wanted to go to that fucking movie theatre because I heard you were going to be there!” His voice rises to a shout. It echoed through the halls, and you wince knowing someone would hear. “You think I wanted to watch that stupid chick flick, with all that shit about high heels and prom? Fuck, I never even liked Jen! Why would I when I’ve always wanted someone else?”

His breath was heavy. Suddenly it was hard to swallow. You try to stand your ground, staring at him. “Nice one. You think it’d be easy for me to believe that, what with your list of conquests and a new girl making out on your desk each week? You must be daft, Zach Dempsey.”

He scowls. “I never wanted them. Never. I just- I just thought that maybe if you saw that everyone wanted me, just maybe you would have wanted me too.” His face softens, and he starts fiddling with his fingers. “Okay, I get it. You could never want me. I know, I just thought I could change that somehow. I’m used to getting my way, you know. Girls flock me, throw themselves at me. I’m used to getting everything I want, but then you’re here, in front of me, and fuck, I’ve never wanted to kiss anything more in my life.”

“Okay,” You say softly, before you can stop yourself. He barely hears it, but his ears perk up. “What’d you say?”

“I said okay,” You clear your throat, and bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling as his lips form into a helpless grin. “Saturday night, Rosie’s?”
“Fuck yes!” He fistbumps the air, then stops as soon as he realises you’re still in front of him. You giggle and hide your face in your hands as he leans forward without thinking, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you in the air. You couldn’t help your cheeks from turning red. Zach Dempsey was adorable. He really was.

“Okay, I’ll see you in Trig?” He asks, palming his phone in his front pocket. He’d have to tell Foley, he was thinking. Man, his best friend would be so proud. His head was rushing when he swooped in and pressed his lips to your flushed cheek. “I can’t wait.”

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nervous :: zach dempsey

word count:1274

request: ‘Hey! Could you pretty please write an imagine for Zach Dempsey where he’s hopelessly in love with the reader and it’s just super fluffy because he’ll do and say dorky things to see her smile, his friends will tease him when she walks by, she’ll catch him staring at her in lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool but fails and it’s just super adorable, then she kisses him for whatever reason (u pick) You’d write this amazingly! Please and thank you so much’

warnings: none really, just a bit of a nervous!zachary

a/n: let me know what you think of this and if u want a request (idk how long it’ll take me to write bc i just write when i get inspiration sorry lolol) then hit up my asks ! thanks to the anon who requested this i loved the concept, sorry it took me a bazillion years to write but it’s here now !! 

“You just make me kinda nervous.” His eyes shifted away from yours and briefly to the floor, hoping it would swallow him whole.

Your lips stretched into a smile, his confession had made his nervousness pretty obvious. His cheeks flushed red and he couldn’t look you in the eyes yet but you loved this look.

Zach never got nervous about anything other than his Bio exams so this was new ground you were covering.

You grew conscious of your smile and tried to repress it so he wouldn’t think you found this funny. It was the opposite really, you were happy he’d come out and said it because you’d been on to him for months. This was a step in the right direction.

“And?” You finally responded to his confession. The abruptness of your tone caused him to avert his eyes to you again, full of curiosity and slight fear.

“And?” He caught on to your teasing once he saw you crack a smile and released his own smile onto his lips. He grinned, glancing down at his feet as he repositioned his backpack straps to relieve himself of some of its weight.

He shook his head, lifting his eyes back to yours again. He was back and forth between you and the floor and he wished he could stop but it was impulsive. You did really make him nervous.

Once he’d briefly composed himself he spoke up again much to your surprise. “I really like you. Come to Jess’ party tonight. With me.”

Your head titled slightly, mulling over the thought of attending a party you didn’t plan on going to purely because it was exam season. But this was Zach, your best friend, and he was asking you out.

“Hm. Okay.” You grinned whilst he spoke about the more informative details of your date. You just nodded along with what he was saying, only half listening as you were still dazing about how he’d actually come out and said these things to you.

But eventually the two of you parted ways, agreeing on a time and place later tonight to attend Jessica’s party together.


You’d arrived at the party a little later than anticipated because of you struggled to pick an outfit. Half because you don’t attend these kind of party’s often, half because this was your first date with Zach. Either way, it took you a while but he was patient and you got here eventually.

Zach’s hand was sitting on your waist as he sipped out of a cup (soft drinks of course as he was driving) and you sipped on a warm beer. His eyes were scanning the room but eventually they locked back on you, already looking at him.

You felt a bit awkward because, as mentioned, you didn’t attend these parties often and for good reason - they were full of drunken teenagers playing stupid games and creating drama out of nothing. But you had pleasant conversations with Zach, ones you hadn’t had before as friends. And it was comfortable and it was kind and you were enjoying yourself with him.

For example, you had caught him earlier on in the day watching you at lunch so naturally you confronted him about it just now. He stuttered a little but laughed inevitably, explaining how he hadn’t meant to come across so creepily. He thought you looked pretty or something like that, which made you smile wider than before.

“Zach! Buddy!” Your eyes shifted to the semi-drunken Justin that was rocketing over to the two of you, spilling his beer in the process. He wore a smile that only appeared when he was drinking or with Jess. “I didn’t know you were tapping that?”

You raised an eyebrow, scoffing lightly at his use of language. “He’s not.”

Zach mouth hung open slightly, unsure what to do because he’d never had you and his friends hang out together before. It was two completely different parts of his life.

He furrowed his eyebrows softly, turning back to Justin to give him a big ol’ disapproving glare. “Uh, we’re dating. I guess?”

He glanced back at you, who stood clipping your cup between your teeth to hide your smile, for assurance. You shrugged wth your smile, teasing again. “Sure baby.”

Justin raised his eyebrows, surprised his best friend was committing to something for once. He laughed, slapping Zach’s shoulder. “Alright, buddy. Make sure you hit that, I know a few who’ll take your place if you don’t.”

He left on kind of a sour note that made you purse your lips, wondering how Zach could be friends with someone who spoke so disgustingly.

“I’m sorry? He’s drunk, he’s not as bad as he sounds.” He quickly apologised. Worry struck his expression, thinking his friends could expose a side of him that was completely made up for his reputation purely. He was a nice guy, but most of his friends were jerks and he couldn’t be a nice guy around them all the time or they’d tease him.

He made them out to be worse than they were, some of them were good guys too, like Alex for example. Either way you weren’t pleased but you let it go for now.

You shrugged it off, sipping again at the beer sitting in your cup. Zach scratched the back of his neck, trying to find a way to move past this without it being too obvious that he was uncomfortable.

“So dating?” He quickly regretted his choice of topic but it was still on his mind since you’d used the pet name for him.

He watched your smile reappear slowly, reverting your attention to him before releasing an embarrassed spout of laughter.

“Sure baby.” He felt his hands grow clammy the more often you used this newfound pet name, wiping away his nerves on his jeans as nonchalantly as he could manage.

His cheeks were tinting pink, causing you to laugh because he was acting so uncharacteristically unsure of himself, which was bizarre because you guys had been friends for ages.

“Stop being so shy, weirdo.” You nudged your shoulder against him to loosen the mood a little. He was grinning again, glancing down at you in way that made you think he might kiss you. But he didn’t, he shifted his eyes back to the floor leaving you hanging. “Zach.” You muttered to him.

He mumbled a short yeah? and reverted his attention to you again. Your faces were closer than it was comfortable to stay still in.

“I’m going to kiss you because I want to. And because you’re too much of a dumbass to do it yourself.” You smiled when his eyes filled with delight and fear, flickering to yours lips before nodding eagerly. “Okay.”

You quickly ran your fingers into his hair, pulling him down slightly to reach your height and kissing him. He gasped, even from the preparation of your speech he was still unprepared for this. His hands reached your waist, grasping tightly and with his guidance he backed you against the wall.

He kissed back with more force than you were expecting, surprising you as he pushed himself closer to you. You let him take control, more because you were too distracted by this kiss than to know what to do with the rest of your body. So he gripped one hand on your waist and the other lay against your cheek to keep you in place.

You retracted for a split second to catch a breath. “Zach- Zach,” Your eyes barely opened, your breathing uneven as he looked at you with caution and swollen lips. You smiled. “I really like you too.” He delved back into the kiss that he’d been waiting for for ages with a bigger smile than he’d been wearing earlier. This was his every fantasy come to life and he was going to make the most of it.

“Seventeen Days” (Part 1)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Fantasy/College AU)

Summary: An angel from heaven is sent back to Earth to prevent college senior Bucky Barnes from ending his life. But here’s the catch - she only has seventeen days to do it.

notes: there is mentioning of potential suicide. i promise nothing jarring and explicit.

A/N: as of now, this is looking like a fantasy-comedy with a few serious moments in between. i’m nervous about this one, but i might as well have fun with it! -j. x

“Seventeen Days” (Masterlist)

It’s a startling feeling to be pulled out of heaven without warning.

You had been relaxing with a drink, basking in the pure musical renditions of an angel who had been a harpist on Earth, when you felt yourself being sucked away in a swift and weightless manner. Within a quick second, your drink is gone, and you find yourself sitting on a comfortable mahogany chair, face-to-face with the guardian of the gates.

“Oh my goodness, girl! It’s been forever since I’ve last seen you!” you squeal, excitedly clapping your hands together.

The guardian of the gates smirks and folds her hands together. “I know. Last time I saw you, you were hyperventilating about the possibility of going to hell,” she points out with a knowing look. “You were by far one of the most amusing freakouts I’ve witnessed in a long time.”

Memories of your judgment day flood into your brain, causing you to grimace. “Ooh, not my proudest moment. Let’s never bring it up again. Okay?”

“That I can’t guarantee,” the guardian muses. “Now, do you have an idea why you’re back here at the gates?”

Throwing your arms into a shrug, you dramatically recount, “Not too sure. I was enjoying the most delectable lemonade when I was suddenly pulled to here without any warning.”

“Shame about the lemonade.” The guardian snaps her fingers, and a fresh glass of lemonade materializes out of nowhere. She watches you with a fixed expression as you sip the tangy and sweet drink with gusto. “Now, may I begin?”

“Please do,” you nod, shooting her a grateful look.

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Sidgeno Actor AU anon fic

(A wonderful little fic I’m posting for an author who’d like to remain anonymous!! This is NOT written by me! Please read this it’s so cute and I love it to death)

The first time Geno sees Sidney Crosby he’s crying into Tanger’s shoulder as Sid learns how to walk again on the big screen.

Tanger scoffs and pushes him off as Sid takes his first step after a year and a half in a wheelchair and the woman sitting in front of them shushes them.

When the lights come on Geno is wiping his eyes and Tanger is rolling his.

“You know I’m fine with you showing emotion,” Tanger says as they file out of the theater. “But could you maybe not do it on my sweater.”

“You not cry. Heartless.” Geno sniffles.

“I’m not heartless, I just know the difference between reality and fiction.”

Geno slaps his hand against the movie poster hanging on the wall outside of the theater and Tanger smiles apologetically at the couples walking past them. “Is based on true story,” Geno says as he taps the small text right beneath the title. “Reality. He can’t walk after car accident. Lose everything. Can’t play hockey. Work so hard and comes back. Scores game winning goal. No heart.”

“You have too much heart. You cried last week at that movie where the dog died.”

Geno chases after him through the lobby. “You cry too.”

“Dogs are different.” Tanger pushes his way through the front doors and doesn’t hold them for Geno. “Everyone cries over dogs.”

“Fine, fine. But he good actor, right?”

“Oh yeah. Sid’s pretty good.”

“Pretty good. He great.”

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anonymous asked:

would you write something in the chancellor obi-wan verse that brings up obi-wan's relationship with ahsoka? or just lineage feels in general, really, but especially ahsoka. thank you so much!

Finally, we have Ahsoka’s POV! I have a few other asks about how she reacts to Chancellor Kenobi, but this isn’t quite that (too late in the timeline).

Ahsoka takes a small break from her battle against a training droid just as the doors to the training salles open.

“Master Obi-Wan!” she says, extinguishing her lightsabers and heading over to him.

“Ah, Ahsoka. Doing a bit of saber practice before shipping out?” Master Obi-Wan strokes his beard and smiles at her.

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Kobayashi Gives Kanna “The Talk” (This Time It’s Not What You Think It Is)

More Dragon Maid family feels.  Today we’re serving some “shit I adopted a dragon baby” stress and partially reluctant grappling with mom-ing feelings on Kobayashi’s part. Just the kind of unabashed fluff I usually produce, this time in the g rated spectrum.

If Dragon Maid fic is your thing, there’s two more on my handy dandy fanfic masterlist.

Kobayashi feigns getting up from her desk to get coffee when her phone lights up with an incoming call. It’s Tohru, which isn’t unusual. She doesn’t know how to text and Kobayashi doesn’t feel she can really be trusted with much more than the landline at the apartment quite yet. Although she usually waits until lunch to call. She wonders what’s so urgent that she couldn’t wait the half hour. 

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anonymous asked:

Okok so it can be a scenario or a list of things idc buuuuut super insecure MC going to an art exhibit with V to find out that his entire gallery are beautiful pictures of her /a lot of them are nudes too because insecure but V obviously finds her beautiful/ and he wins?? And everyone finds the photos incredible. And she's never felt more happy and beautiful. I just want V to have a good happy damn ending with MC

This is wonderful yes! I’ll write this as V has his eyesight.

~Okay but I changed it just a little bit, I’m sorry. I love the idea but I also don’t want anyone putting nudes up of someone without their consent? So MC has said yes to the photos but hasn’t seen them so that’s the surprise okay? I hope you don’t mind!


Fluffy fluff <3

Word Count: 1,278

     “Don’t be nervous,” V spoke in that calm way of his.

     It was easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one about to be put on display for everyone to see. Months ago he had asked if you would be his sole subject for an upcoming gallery. It was his big comeback after getting the eye surgery, and the only thing he said he wanted to shoot-was you. How he talked you into this, you’ll never know. Well…you did know. It’s because he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world, and the way he talked had you believe it yourself for the first time. But staring at your reflection in the mirror now, thinking about all those people who had been anxiously waiting for his return and packed in to the space like sardines gawking at the photos, your stomach was doing flips. What if they didn’t like them? V hadn’t even let you see the pictures, he said he ‘wanted it to be a surprise.’ You were standing in front of the bathroom mirror taking deep breaths to calm yourself and fumbling with the stupid clip of your necklace.

     V moved your hair to the side and took the clasp from your hands, kissing your neck softly after securing it. He rested his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist to hug you from behind. He smelled of his cologne.

     “Ready?” he hummed excitedly.

     “No,” you pouted.

     “It’s going to be alright,” he chuckled, “have faith in me.”

      Just as you expected, the space was packed. An uproarious applause incited by your arrival lasted for what seemed like an hour, and your cheeks were feeling hot. A few faces stuck out in the crowd of strangers. People you’d had dinners with or photographers friends of V’s. The room was buzzing and you were feeling sick.

     “I need a glass of champagne,” you squeezed his hand.

     “Alright, love. Wait right here, I’ll be back,” he replied before disappearing.

     You had tried to avoid looking at the pictures but you supposed you had no choice now. The memory attached to each photo replayed in your mind while looking at them. That close up of your face. He had pulled the camera up and snapped that picture in the middle of a conversation, “your eyes are sparkling so brightly right now,” he’s said.

     And that angled photograph on you among tall trees looking towards the sky. You’d both been out on a nature hike that day and you stopped to admire the sun shining through the leaves.

     And the black and white portrait of you nude on the bed, body parts peeking out through the silk sheet. You almost choked. That was taken one night after you’d just finished having sex. He’d rolled out of the bed and reached for his camera.

     “V, no…” you had put your hands over your face.

     “Please…you’ve never looked more beautiful. I’d love to capture this for the gallery. The flush of your cheeks and your messy hair framing your face…you look sexy and elegant and confident. Please, would you let me?”

     “Well…alright…but keep the compliments going,” you laughed.

     You had forgotten about that one. Oh god, where was that champagne? Looking around you caught soundbites and snippets of conversation.

     “This really is his best work yet.”

     “What a comeback!”

     “These are really inspiring, I’ve already chosen the one I’d like to purchase.”

     “This whole collection is so beautiful and raw, I’m in love!”

     It was almost too much to take in. People were liking photos of…you? Buying photos of you? It was like being in the twilight zone. How many times had you cried in a dressing room when something didn’t fit right, or looked at yourself in the mirror after a shower with disgust? And now here you were, body on display for the world to see, and they were enamored with you? At some point in your trail of thoughts a smile had spread on your lips. Perhaps you hadn’t given V enough credit…

     “That’s you, correct? You’re the girl in these?” a tall man had taken a spot next to you.

     “Oh…um, yes. I am,” you nodded and blushed.

     “These are excellent. I am particularly interested in this one here,” he gestured to a photo of you smiling with his cocktail, “what modeling agency are you with? I think I have a few opportunities for you. Would you like to go to dinner maybe, talk things over?” he took a confident sip of his drink.

     “Careful, buddy. Don’t steal her away from me now,” V appeared with your champagne glass and handed it to you, chuckling and slipping his free hand around your waist.

     “V! My apologies, I didn’t realize… Well, can’t blame me for trying, right?” he shrugged, “excuse me, then,” he took a few steps and mingled himself into another group.

     “I’m sorry I took so long. Every step I was getting pulled in for a chat”

     “It seems like everyone is raving about your work,” you noted before taking a much needed sip.

     “Yes. But what do you think?” he replied in that serious tone, like he was nervous to even ask.

     “I…I love it. I’m shocked, but I love it.”

     “I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to hear you say that. I know you were hesitant at first. But, I wanted everyone-including you, to see just how beautiful you really are. To see you as I see you. Come on, let’s look at them all together,” he beamed.

     It was a night of praises and cheers. It seemed everyone was pining over the photos and praising your looks. Every group had something wonderful to say. ‘You’re a lucky man, V’ ‘What a beautiful couple you two make’ ‘I’d take her photos, too’ ‘Will you be doing a second collection like this one?’

     As the evening dwindled down you felt like floating. All of your fears and insecurities seemed so small and insignificant now as V held your hand and kissed your forehead in pure joy at the responses you both had received.

     “V, all of the works have sold! I can’t believe it. What a night!,” the woman who ran the gallery was gushing. She might have even been a little buzzed off of champagne in celebration of the success.

     “I’m glad to hear that,” he smiled.

     “But there is a man who wants to talk to you. It’s about that photo, the one you didn’t want sold?”

     “Oh? Alright then, where is he?”

     She led you both to a large man in a thick black coat. He was holding a drink in his gloved hand, his eyes transfixed on that black and white portrait of you on the bed.

     “Ah, the man of the hour!” he shook V’s hand, “now you can explain to me why this lady here says I can’t buy this piece.”

     “I’m glad you like it,” he laughed, “but it’s just as she said. It’s not for sale. I wanted to add it to the gallery, but I’m afraid I can’t part with it.”

     “I’m a determined man, V. I’ve been a fan of your work for a long time now. This photo is emotional and brilliant. This woman looks fierce but elegant. It’s truly captivating. I don’t like to take no for an answer. Now, if it’s a matter of money…”

     V couldn’t help but smile and nod, all three of you were now gazing at the picture.

     “Right you are,” V replied, “but I’m sorry. This one is just for me.”

We Intertwined: Ch. 2

An Ignis Scientia Story

Chapter 1 | AO3 | Chapter 3
Word Count: 1,840

They found Dave in an abandoned old shack. He was alive, as it turned out, just with a sprained ankle and a hit to his pride. Ignis watched with passive fascination as something akin to anger, or perhaps maternal worry, flared up in the dark brown of Raine’s irises. She kept her voice low as she reprimanded the older man, and he seemed genuinely repentant. Ignis couldn’t help but note that she had a temper on her, possibly worse than Gladio’s.

He’d given her a once-over. Raine was tall for a woman, but still shorter than him by about five inches. She was lean and agile, something that Ignis attributed to her time as a hunter. She wasn’t the most beautiful girl Ignis had ever laid eyes on, but her features were quite striking. She had sharp almond eyes, glinting with intelligence, and Ignis found himself wondering what her full, pink lips would look like smiling.

Raine had certainly frowned enough for everyone else. She reminded him a bit of Cor, except where Cor’s nature and temperament leaned more towards the quiet military veteran, Ignis could tell that Raine was only behaving this way to place a wall between herself and the others. For what reason, he couldn’t surmise.

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ML/PJO: The Sea and The Sun

Chapter 2—->

So I did the thing I definitely shouldn’t have done. I saw this post by @gittana and things spiraled out of control from there. It’s much too long and still I haven’t finished writing up to the point where my muse has stopped speaking to me.

Also because The Lightning Thief was written in the first person I decided to start writing in in the first person from Marinette’s P.O.V beginning at Chapter 1 however the prologue is still in 3rd person. Bear with me on this.


Just a little farther!! I’m almost there! Please please, whoever’s up there, please let me make it! Marinette thought to herself as she dashed up the hillside where a large pine tree signified a place of safety.

“Come here child!” The woman behind her screeched sounding much closer now.

Marinette dared to glance over her shoulder where the creature was fast approaching. The top half of the monster was that of a woman with wild unblinking eyes and razor sharp teeth. The lower half of her body was that of a serpent. Her tail slithered up the hill as her arms propelled her forward in an unnatural way. Marinette’s lungs burned as she pushed herself to run faster up the hill. She swallowed hard, tasting blood. Hands clasped around her ankle sharp nails digging into her skin. Marinette screamed as she was pulled down to the grassy earth and was dragged backwards. Marinette grabbed fistfuls of the soft wet grass in an attempt to slow her pull towards certain death. She was pulled through the grass with fumbling hands searching for anything to catch hold of. A clumsy hand wrapped around a stick. A stick was hardly a weapon but Marinette was grateful for anything at this point. I’m going to go down fighting with a stick! This is so embarrassing, Marinette thought to herself tightening her hold on the only thing she had to protect herself. Clawed hands ripped as her back. She could feel hot breath blow against her neck. Now was her chance. Marinette whimpered as she turned beneath the monster’s grasp to come face to face with it. The serpentine woman smiled wickedly at the young girl showing all her pointy teeth.

“I’m sure you taste as sweet as you look child,” The monster cooed her breath smelling metallic, like blood. Marinette’s stomach churned uneasily.

The woman opened her mouth inhumanly wide preparing to take a bite of Marinette. With shaking hands Marinette swiftly plunged the stick into one of the woman’s unblinking eyes. The woman shrieked in pain releasing Marinette from her grasp. Marinette scrambled to her feet charging towards the hill. The monster quickly recovered, leaping towards Marinette. Marinette dove to the side barely missing the woman’s claws. The monster turned to face her with her one good eye, the other was missing leaving a bloodied black hole behind. Marinette grimaced as the creature hissed. She began to slowly back up towards the tree while keeping her eyes trained on the woman. The monster flicked her tail out knocking Marinette to the ground and letting the woman slither on top of her once move. Marinette struggled beneath her pushing her face away with her hands and trying her best not to let the nails burying themselves into the flesh of her arms bother her. In the scramble to avoid the creatures teeth and keep from losing a hand one of Marinette’s thumbs found it’s way to the creatures lone eye. Without any other weapon in her arsenal Marinette began to press against the eye’s slick surface with as much force as she could muster. The creature yowled in pain her head reeling back but where she went Marinette followed pressing harder into the woman’s eye. The creature’s claws raked down her arms. Marinette stifled a scream as she kept pressing down. Her stomach lurched when she finally heard that sickening pop. The woman’s body stilled a smile spreading across her features looking strangely out of place as she slumped to the ground with a contented sigh. Breathing heavy Marinette, hands slick with- well she didn’t really want to think about that- staggered up the hill. As her feet drug themselves past the borders of the pine tree Marinette fell to her knees a lump forming in her throat. Finally! After all this time she was safe. Marinette breathed a sigh of relief tears filing her eyes as she heard the startled shouts of campers. Safe. Exhaustion swept through her. Without the threat of death hanging over her head she could finally let herself rest. Slumping against the soft bed of grass beneath her she let the darkness overtake her.

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Note: It’s been forever and a half since I’ve written, I’m sorry. Deadlines are kicking my ass, so I haven’t had time to do much of anything. Buuuuut, enjoy this super long Daveed fic! 

Word Count: 3222

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: implied smut, getting drunk

AU: Roommate

“Daveed, get your ass up! It’s Tuesday!” You yelled, hitting your roommate with a pillow, trying to wake him up.

He groaned, turning over to cover his head with his arms.

“It’s my day off, Y/N, it’s too early for this shit.” His voice sounded muffled due to him laying in the bed facefirst.

“No,” you whined, “you’re my running buddy. I wanted to go on a run before the streets get busy.”

“The streets are always busy. Let me sleep.” He stated turning towards you, and cracking one eye open.

“Shut up.” You said, hitting him with a pillow again, causing some feathers to fall out of it.

“Ow,” Daveed groaned. “What the fuck, Y/N? Chill. What did I ever do to you?”

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anonymous asked:

“jealousy isn’t cute on you.” for elorcan please!!! :)

Hi anon, I’m sorry this is so late!! I had so many exams, but i’m done now and have some free time to work on prompts!! I just wrote this out, so I’m sorry if it has a few mistakes. I hope you like it, thanks so much for submitting the prompt~ I love elorcan heh :)

also, there are a couple of ACOTAR-related prompts in my inbox, I will write those after I finish reading ACOWAR!! <3 thank you for being patient~

Feel free to submit this or your own prompt!

Word Count: 2191
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Jealousy Isn’t Cute On You

“Come, wife,” Lorcan said, in the most neutral tone he could muster. He struggled to keep the bite from his voice, the seeping irritation. The ruckus surrounding them gradually died down as wisps of Lorcan’s dark magic subconsciously permeated the air.

Elide paused and then casually flicked her impassive gaze over him. Trying not to grit his teeth, he stared down at her as she clutched a tankard probably filled with beer that tasted like piss.

It had been weeks since Maeve whisked Aelin Galathynius away in an iron coffin. Weeks since… the Stone Marshes. And Elide had been like ice, this whole time. At first, he thought she might thaw out after a few days, but days turned into a week, and one week turned into several.

Elide had barely acknowledged or reacted to his presence, except when they were out scouting for information on the whereabouts of Aelin, where she had no trouble playing the part of a happily married wife.

Lorcan was nearing the end of his patience, and he didn’t have much to begin with.

Lorcan and Elide had been wandering from tavern to tavern in this relatively large plains town, and after they reached the third tavern, Lorcan had gone to use the bathroom. And to try and clear his head.

His head pounded and beat with every stroke of irritation that crossed his mind. The faucet squeaked, and Lorcan splashed cold water on his face. He quickly checked his reflection in the mirror and tried to look unthreatening, before facing the tavern crowd. Perhaps pleasant, even…

He settled for a look of cold neutrality.

As he stepped through the bathroom doorway, he immediately registered that Elide had moved from where she’d been sitting originally. His keen eyes scanned the room and deftly picked her out of the crowd by her raven-dark hair, neatly done up in a bun. For a moment, Lorcan entertained the notion of dragging Elide out and burning the whole, wretched place to the ground.

Instead, he stalked over to where she was perched.

She was sitting at a nearly-rotting wooden table with a bunch of worthless soldiers who took every chance they could to try and leer down her shirt. Elide just laughed demurely, exchanging witty banter and lightly smacking at their wandering hands.

“Come,” Lorcan repeated, “I need to speak with you.” His carefully restrained irritation had seeped into his clipped tone, and Elide’s back straightened. The rowdy soldiers around the table hushed, as well.

One of the soldiers dared to speak. A young, human man, of average height and average build. He gripped his sword for courage. “Hey pretty girl, is this guy giving you trouble?”

Lorcan ignored him like an ant, staring at Elide as he waited for her response.

The dark-haired woman just sat there smugly. She held up one hand to the soldier across the table who spoke, but she kept her eyes on Lorcan.

“I’m fine,” she emphasized, her gaze unwavering as she delivered her next blow. “And, I’m still your fiancée, the marriage isn’t for another couple weeks.” Elide’s eyes flashed dangerously, and Lorcan’s temper nearly snapped its leash then.

He forced himself to take a steadying breath. And then another one. There was no point, no point in getting angry here. Not when the confrontation was drawing so much attention; the whole tavern floor had quieted, anticipating a fight. The old bartender was innocently drying glasses, pretending not to eavesdrop.

Lorcan was reaching the end of his rope, and Elide was still sitting there, staring him down.

“Hey man, you heard the lady. She said she’s fine, so back off.” The same, irritating soldier who had spoken out before spoke up again.

Lorcan’s gaze finally flickered to the soldier, who at least had the good sense to look a little nervous while the most powerful demi-Fae male stared him down. Harsh lines promising cruelty were etched onto his immortal face as he stepped forward and leaned towards the soldier, who couldn’t help but lean away. The rest of the soldiers at the table shuffled and muttered, slightly uneasy.

Lorcan lowered his voice to a deadly, lethal quiet. “If you want to keep your vocal cords, don’t ever speak to me again. Otherwise I’ll rip ‘em out and feed them back to you.”

In his deathless, onyx eyes, he held the promise there for the soldier to see, to feel the weight of the truth.

Elide, it seemed, had had enough. She abruptly stood up. “On second thought, I’d better talk to my future husband about conduct in public, hmm?” She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. “Let’s go. Now.”

Without waiting for his affirmative, Elide grabbed his hand. Lorcan cringed inwardly at the contact but allowed her to lead the way through the tavern, storming between the tables and dodging drunks.

Finally, they got outside. Elide looked around and pulled him behind a corner, making sure no one was near enough to hear them.

“What in Hellas’s realm has gotten into you?” She hissed, jabbing a finger at his chest.

He refrained from rolling his eyes. Instead, Lorcan crossed his arms. “There was no information that was worth getting out of those worthless fools.”

Elide narrowed her eyes at him. “That’s what you think. They were Rifthold soldiers. I was going to ask about Morath again, ask if they’ve heard anything suspicious regarding my uncle or Duke Perrington. Perhaps let slip information about the horrifying things that have been sighted around Oakwald Forest, these days. Since they have to protect Adarlan from all sorts of threats you know.” She widened her eyes at him in mock horror.

“Anyway, I don’t have time to be getting into it here with you, behind this stupid tavern.” She turned her back on him to walk away. “I’m going to find my damn Queen, and you can do whatever you want.”

Lorcan just stood there for a few moments as he watched Elide walk away, her long skirt swaying behind her as her hips swung.

He silently followed behind her as she stalked down the river a little ways before entering yet another tavern. Across the road, Lorcan watched her disappear through the entrance, and he debated what to do.

As spurned as he felt, Lorcan knew he couldn’t leave her alone. Clever as she was, she’d be defenseless against multiple aggressors, like those preying soldiers from before. Plus, Rowan and Gavriel would kill him if they found out he left the Lady of Perranth alone.

So he made up his mind to go inside and just observe. He’d just keep watch. That was all she needed anyway, a bodyguard. She had said as much before they’d met the carnival troupe. He didn’t know why he expected so much from her, anyway.

Lorcan ducked his head and entered the dimly lit tavern; this one a tad nicer than the last one they had been in. And it was emptier, too. His eyebrows raised as he spotted her at the bar, swirling a glass with her hand. He didn’t understand her intentions, so he hesitantly went to sit at a table wedged in a dark corner.

He said he’d observe, after all.

But some time passed, and all Elide did was keep ordering drinks at the bar. A couple fruity drinks at first, from what Lorcan could tell. Then a glass of wine. Then a shot.

And another shot.

And another.

And finally, Lorcan got up to approach her.

“Jealousy isn’t cute on you,” Elide slurred, tracing a finger along the wooden countertop. She looked up at Lorcan through heavy-lidded eyes, tipping over slightly on the stool. Lorcan nearly snarled an answer at her, but he sensed the bartender was watching them. He looked up to see the bartender’s eyes narrowing at him suspiciously.

“This is my fiancée,” Lorcan explained loudly, in a long-suffering tone. At least his voice sounded natural. The bartender shifted his gaze to Elide, who tipped her head in an approximation of a nod. He relaxed and shrugged, like he understood. Ahh, relationship problems.

Lorcan returned his gaze to Elide, slumped over on her right arm. She pursed her lips at him in annoyance, her eyes half-shut. He tried not to think about how beautiful she was, when she wasn’t being a frigid ice queen.

“Jealous? Who’s jealous?” He asked in a low voice.

“You. You were jealous I was flirting with those soldiers. I saw the look on your face.”

“They weren’t worth your time,” Lorcan growled lowly. A little knowing smile danced on Elide’s rosebud lips.

“I’m flattered… you were jealous,” she said, stumbling over her words a bit.

She’s drunk, Lorcan thought to himself. She won’t even remember what she’s saying… I’ll just bring her back to the inn.

“Elide, you’re drunk,” he calmly stated. Even though she was seated on a high stool at the bar, he towered over her at 6'4". But it didn’t matter, since she didn’t even bat an eye at him anymore; he didn’t intimidate her. Sure, he could kill her, but that wouldn’t be any worse than what he had done to her queen. To Queen Aelin Galathynius of Terrasen, who was still alive and now grown.

It was the reason why Elide had started slamming drinks back at the bar, downing shots like candy.

Because gods-damned Lorcan kept hanging around her like a puppy, waiting for her to forgive him. And Elide wasn’t ready, she wouldn’t do it until Lorcan… No, not Lorcan, she wasn’t thinking of Lorcan, she meant Aelin… Until Aelin came back, she wouldn’t forgive Lorcan.

Elide sat up and opened her mouth to tell him that, but the room started spinning and she screwed her eyes shut.

All of a sudden, she was scooped up into someone’s arms. Tan, muscular arms. Lorcan’s.

“This is your fault,” she slurred. I’m drunk because of you, she added in her head. Lorcan just shook his head in bewildered amusement.

“Come on,” he murmured, “Let’s get you into bed.” She squinted at him and… Was that… was that a glimmer of kindness she saw in his eyes? She must be drunker than she thought. Her head rolled to the side, so heavy…

In what felt like no time at all, Lorcan had her tucked into the bed at the inn they were staying at. He brought her a glass of water.

“Drink,” Lorcan instructed, holding the glass out to her. Groaning, Elide sat up and reached towards it. She tentatively sipped.

“Thanks,” She said gratefully. Elide trained her gaze on the white scar she saw peeking from the collar of Lorcan’s shirt.

He looked reproachful, like he was about to say something, so Elide opened her mouth to cut him off. “Don’t. If you think me getting drunk gives you the right to give me a rutting lecture, just don’t. Just leave.” She bid her voice not to waver, bid her heart to hold strong. It was exhausting holding this much anger and resentment in her heart, but she couldn’t seem to let it go.

Lorcan’s onyx eyes were unfathomable, his hands clenched at his sides. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry about what I did, about getting your queen captured. I’ll keep saying it, if you need me to. Just don’t- don’t look at me that way anymore.”

Elide closed her eyes and sighed. She was still drunk, her mind was still hazy, so she held out her hand to him and he grasped it. Lorcan slowly sat on the edge of the bed.

“I’m so tired… So tired of being angry, Lorcan… I wish you hadn’t done what you did,” Elide mumbled tiredly, her head rolling to the side. “I wish I knew how to get her back…”

Lorcan’s gravelly voice was surprisingly gentle. “I know… I’m sorry. I’ll keep saying it if you need me to, and I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

Elide perked up slightly at that. “Anything?”

He hesitated. “Well… within reason, of course. I want to make it up to you. I meant to protect you before, but I fucked it up, and I know that.”

Elide’s dark eyes opened and found his, searching his eyes for the answer before she asked her question. “Why did you want to protect me?”

“I promised I would.” His tone was evasive, and Elide’s eyes fluttered shut again, as if she were too exhausted to hold her eyelids open.

“Okay,” she said simply. “We’ll figure it out… This all out… Right?”

Lorcan tried to let down his guard, recognizing that Elide was giving him a chance, a chance to make it up to her… So he squeezed her hand and nodded, before remembering that Elide had closed her eyes again. He licked his lips to wet them. “Yes. We’ll figure it out… together.”

“Together,” Elide murmured, right before she slipped into the dark folds of sleep.


Harry Potter has always been the apple of his eye. The Gryffindor always falls asleep in Divination, yet still aced the subject without fail (“I’m a natural”, he joked). His face lit in excitement every time someone mentions quidditch, and would try to engage in the heated talk, be it with the fellow lions or even the snakes.

“Rubbish, The Cannons obviously had the chance to win, if only McLaggen saw that Bludger coming.” Harry’s voice interrupts the Slytherin first year ramblings. The whole table went silent for a moment; the first years were genuinely surprised.

Abraxas Malfoy turned to his Lord, who decided not to interfere. Sensing the awkward situation, Harry pops down to a seat next to Draco, looking unaffected despite the amount of stares being directed at him.

“How’s Slytherin, Draco?”

Draco mumbled something, followed by a hum of acknowledgement from Harry as both of them continue eating their breakfast in peace.

How interesting, Tom thought as he noticed Draco’s subtle dismissive signs towards Harry. And how the new Slytherin transfer always fidgets and stutters when talking to him.

Harry has always been the one to initiate a conversation with the new Slytherin, and has clearly shown a disappointed look each time Draco ignores him.

Everyday, Harry would sit next to Draco, despite the lack of reaction he’s getting. The Slytherins clearly disapproves his actions; the Knights had been reporting to the young Lord countless of protests’ coming from the heirs of the most prestigious pureblood family.

“Anyone who harms Harry Potter shall face me.”

Given his ultimatum, everyone in Slytherin kept their mouths shut. Tom observes how the Gryffindor’s green eyes bore into the new Slytherin’s skull.

“What?!” The new Slytherin— Draco— snapped, slamming his cup of tea. Harry jumped in surprise, yet the next thing Tom sees was the Gryffindor laughing.

His laughter sounded like a melody to his ears, pure and genuine. “Merlin, your face is priceless!”

Draco’s face turned red in embarrassment, hastily trying to calm himself by slurping the rest of his tea loudly.

Harry chuckled, taking his books and offering Draco to walk with him to Herbology, in which the other instantly refused.

Tom watched the Gryffindor made his way out of the Great Hall with an almost smile, and spared no time in catching up.

“Harry Potter.”

Harry turned, surprised to see him. He quickly fakes a nonchalant expression, before mustering a faint, “Yes?”

Tom walked closer, plastered his most charming smile on his face, “I was wondering if I could walk you to Herbology. We share a lot of classes together, so it wouldn’t hurt for us to get properly acquainted.”

It wasn’t a question. The Gryffindor stared at him like he was crazy for a moment, “I would introduce myself to you, but you know me already so.. And I know your name too. Tom Marvolo Riddle, isn’t it?”

Tom nodded, leading the way to Herbology, while Harry seemed to unconsciously tag along. “I’ve heard a lot about you. You’re very good at Divination, am I correct?”

Harry laughed, “Not really, I’m just a natural.”

“Is that so? I’ve heard that you’re more than that.” Tom replied, eyeing Harry from the corner of his eyes.

“Well, for a fact, you’re ‘more than that’ in every subject.” Harry retorted.

“Every subject, except for Divination.” Tom corrected, taking a left. Harry was half-running to catch up with Tom’s long strides.

“So, do you want to swap notes or?”

“Oh I want more than that, Harry.” Tom was about to take the stairs before a hand caught his wrists.

“Its faster this way.” Harry said, releasing his grip on Tom’s wrist quickly. Both walked in silence, ignoring Peeves who instantly froze when he sees Tom.

Both reach their classes on time, and Harry spent the two periods trying to get the Savage Sunshines to sleep and absorb all the sun. How Tom was able to accomplish the task in less than five minutes, he had no idea.

That night, Harry dreamt of Savage Sunshines tearing down his essay about The Most Accomplished Seers of All Time. He woke up in cold sweat.


“Come, Harry.”

Harry, who was in the process of fitting himself in between a third year and Draco at the Slytherin table for breakfast, froze. Tom’s voice resonated across the hall, everyone seemed to be watching in anticipation.


“Come sit with us, Harry. We’ve saved you a seat.” Tom’s sentences were clipped and worded well, no one would suspect malice coming from the prefect.

Harry unwillingly walked closer to the center of the table, awkwardly positioning himself in between Walburga and Orion.

“You will be seating here, Harry.” Tom glanced at the empty space next to him. Harry inwardly groan as he once again stood up and took the seat, filling his plates with foods from the table.

“Avery, would you kindly bring us two cups of tea? New members need to be welcomed, after all.”

Harry had to keep himself from bursting food all over the place. How did he forgot the unwritten rule!

“Welcome to the Knights of Walpurgis, Harry Potter.” Tom whispered as Avery gave him his tea.

Harry stared at the cup of tea in front of him. “Drink up, Harry. Class is starting soon.”

“What if I decline?” Harry replied, shoving the cup of tea away.

Tom smirked, “You’ll find that I can be very… Persuasive.”

I’m working on wrapping up the girls’ night fic today. This story … ugh, I don’t know why, but it has been so difficult and so reluctant to be written. But, I’m working on it. 

Anyway, I feel bad the lawyer snippet was so short, so here’s a sneak peak, a look in, a moment, from the Run ‘Verse Civil War. 

Daisy sipped her frappuccino and watched the seedy office building and the window leading to the seedy accountant office.

The Watchdogs were getting smarter, or they’d brought in somebody with half a brain; which was pretty disappointing. Whoever they were, they wised up and realized that somebody from the outside was cracking into their files and accounts. Now, they were starting to rely more heavily on paper transfers and more subtle money laundering. A lot harder to hack. 

Harder, but not impossible. She’d found a small account leading to a money guy in L.A. and now it was a waiting game. Track him, watch him, look for suspicious meets, transfers of physical files — all the non-glamorous spy stuff.


Daisy didn’t jump, didn’t get up and run, didn’t throw the frappuccino. She turned her head and pasted on a fake smile — one that slid off when she got a look at the woman who sat herself down at the table like she belonged there.

“What are you doing here?”

Darcy sipped at her own drink and kicked her legs out, crossing her ankles. “Don’t you know? L.A. is my town.”

Sucking in her cheeks, Daisy raised her chin and shot her a dark little look. “So, what? I can’t be here?”

The comment rolled off the other woman’s shoulders and she casually watched the street. “Touchy. I didn’t mean that. Relax. Who are we watching?”

“You need to leave.”

“I will. In a minute.”

Daisy set her drink down hard enough that the lid popped off and the cup bounced, almost toppling. Reaching for her bag, she gathered her things and started to stand.

“Hey. Stop.” Darcy reached out a hand and grabbed the bag’s strap; she gave the bag a tug and Daisy a desperate look. “Really, relax. Sit down. I’m not here officially. I’m not even here unofficially. Technically, I’m wanted by the federal government for treason. Phil’s been good enough to forget he knows I exist.”

Sitting back in her chair, Daisy cocked her head and tried to sort out that string of words. They didn’t entirely make sense. “Treason?”

“I’m the sacrificial lamb to save SHIELD from having to admit they were willingly sheltering the Winter Soldier. Believe it or not, this is a compromise with Talbot. Sort of. Plausible deniability, rogue agent, blah blah.”

“I’ve been a little out of the loop.”

“I know.” Darcy let out a long breath and rubbed at her temple. “I want to say I’m sorry for everything you’ve been through, but what good would that do? It’s a raw deal.”

“Yeah, it is,” Daisy snapped. And it was raw enough that it was the last thing she wanted to talk about. Losing Lincoln shattered her. And being controlled by Hive, that made her sick in a way she wasn’t sure she would ever move past. The memory crawled under her skin like a parasite. “And you should go, before you’re the next person who dies because of me.”

“Unless that’s an actual threat, I’m not going anywhere. Not just yet. I could really use your help.”

“You need to find somebody else.” Daisy picked up her bag again and stood. “Thanks for dropping by. Good to see you.”

As much as she’d like to get on this accountant thing right now, that was always going to take time — days, at least, but more likely weeks. She’d try again tomorrow and hopefully Darcy would take the hint and not come back.

She didn’t need this. She didn’t need help and she didn’t need to get drawn into whatever was going on back at SHIELD. And more than anything, she was not in the mood for Darcy’s devil may care, ‘my dad’s a billionaire and life’s so damned easy for me’ stroll through life.

“Daisy, wait.” Darcy didn’t take the hint and caught up to her in the alley half a block away. Catching hold of Daisy’s arm, she gave it a little, gentle yank, pleading for her to turn. “Please. Just hear me out.”

“I don’t have time for this,” she said past gritted teeth, and jerked her arm back. With a quick glance around, she stepped back further into the alley, making sure nobody would be too interested in the arguing pair.

“You’ve got time to goth it up and sip lattes while stalking scumbags,” Darcy shot back, her own temper finally cracking.

Daisy narrowed her eyes and let the vibrations out, let the tremors build, ignoring the sharp splinters of pain as her knitting bones started to crack again. She let the power build, little by little, until the ground rolled under their feet. Darcy dropped her hands and stepped back. If Daisy hoped — or was terrified — that the display of Inhuman power might scare her, it didn’t work; Darcy only looked tired and defeated.

“Don’t follow me,” Daisy warned with a hiss.

“Fine.” There was no heat in her response, just acknowledgement and weariness.

Daisy took a step away and then turned. “How’d you find me?”

Darcy leaned back against the wall, and rubbed at tired eyes. “What’s it matter? I won’t look again, I promise. And I won’t tell Phil.” She flapped a hand at her in an obnoxious shooing motion. Daisy never met Tony Stark, but something about that gesture was about 900% him — arrogant, dismissive, aggravating. "Fly free, baby bird.“

For a moment Daisy just stared; she was curious. Darcy was out at SHIELD, off the grid, presumably like her. Wanted for treason. That was all bad news, she was sure. And it bothered her that Darcy could find her so easily, but the other woman was never a regular agent whose brain worked in a regular way; Coulson always said she had a way with people, and a way of seeing people. Maybe she predicted Daisy in a way nobody else had yet. Plus, she had access to resources that were at least a generation beyond military grade.

Watching Darcy, slumped now against the rough, graffitied brick, for the first time Daisy noticed how much that easygoing facade was chipped at the edges. Sgt. Barnes was on the run, Daisy knew that much; she didn’t have to be inside intelligence circles to know it either, she just had to turn on the TV. And … now Darcy was wanted for treason, for taking a chance on the man, for working with him, for bringing him home. Burned by her own agency to save their skins.

Out of nowhere, like a flash, she remembered the morning Darcy told her about Obadiah Stane’s betrayal, remembered how her voice was tight and clipped and her hands shook. Maybe life wasn’t always an afternoon stroll after all.

"I’m not …” Daisy stopped herself and sighed. Leaning back on the wall next to Darcy, she said, “I’m not somebody who can help you right now. And with the Inhuman thing and the Accords, I’m trouble it doesn’t sound like you need. Try Bobbi and Hunter. I don’t know where they are, but they’re burned, too.”


“I’m not trying to be a bitch here,” Daisy insisted, “but seriously, whatever it is you need, they’d be a better choice to help you out. And, I’m sure you’ll have no problems finding them, either.”

Darcy gave her a tired, crooked smile that looked ragged and forced. “Elena Rodriguez, she was one of your Secret Warriors, and she’s in town. But, she checks in with SHIELD regularly. When she got her powers she didn’t freak out, instead she used them to take down a corrupt police department. That’s really self-possessed, especially after such an epic life-changing event, you know? So, she’s smart, she’s not desperate, she’s cool-headed. Seems like somebody you’d like. Seems like somebody who’d have the spine to not be overwhelmed by SHIELD, and she’d make a good link for you back to base.”


“I didn’t know for sure, but it seemed like a good place to look.”

“Great.” And now she was calculating in her head how quickly she could get out of L.A.

“Don’t worry,” Darcy said with a shrug. “I’ll go play you on the east coast.”

“Play me?”

“There are some grainy photos of you. We’re about the same size. I can pull it off.”


“You don’t want to go home, fine—”

“It’s not home. I don’t have a home.”

Darcy was silent for a moment, but the look she gave Daisy was very pointed, very impatient and a little bit amused. “Sure, okay. Whatever. Anyway, I’m not a snitch. You need some time, I’ll buy it for you. Don’t burn your contact with Rodriguez just because I outed you.”

“She’s not a contact and I—”

“Okay,” Darcy interrupted her, holding up a hand. “Whatever. You do you, Johnson.” Pushing off the wall, she dug into her pocket and pulled out a pen and a little notebook. She scribbled something onto a page then tore it off and handed it to Daisy. “Here, for if you need something, and, obviously, you want to avoid some people.”

Daisy took the paper and stared down at the number. “What is this?”

“It’s my mom’s cell.”

Daisy blinked at that. “Your mom?”

“I wasn’t grown in a vat,” Darcy grumbled and shoved the pen and paper back in her pocket. “She’s like an hour away, not affiliated with the community, knows how to deal with weird, and if — for example — I had a friend who needed to, like, do laundry or something, she’d be fine with that friend using our washer, you know? So … if you need to scrub the patchouli out of your artfully tattered ensemble and you’re out of quarters, give her a call.”

“Smart ass,” Daisy grumbled back.

She thought about just crumpling the paper and throwing it away right there. But, that didn’t feel right. She didn’t … she was tired of everybody she knew getting hurt because of her, she was tired of being hurt, she was done with attachments. But, the offer was genuine, and no obvious strings attached. It was one thing to want to break away from that life, it was another to throw a pretty decent gesture into a friend’s face.

“I’ll think about it,” she said as she tucked the number away.

“Yeah, well, just if you need or whatever.” Darcy ran a hand over her hair, letting her fingers trail down her long braid, and then she gave it an anxious tug. “Okay, well, stay safe, huh?”

“Sure. You, too.”

“We’ll see.”

Daisy frowned. That was not a comforting comment. “What did you need from me?”

Darcy forced that smile back on and shrugged. “I’ll figure it out.”

“Darcy …”

“Hey, you don’t care anymore, right? You’ve got your own stuff. It’s fine. No worries. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you around someday, huh? Maybe if we’re lucky.”

There was a fatalism to Darcy’s statement that sent a cold chill down Daisy’s spine. “May says it’s better to be good than lucky.”

“Luck’s a fickle bitch, but it’s the best I can do right now.” Darcy gave her a sloppy salute and strolled out of the alley.

“God,” Daisy muttered, letting out a long, tense breath. Looking up, she shouted after her friend. “Don’t die!”

Darcy turned, firing a pair of finger guns at her, that insouciant smirk, the one that said life was smooth sailing, back in place. Armor, just like her dad’s, Daisy realized. “Backatcha, babe.”


Fantasy Pretzel Week, Day 7: Any modern trope in an Elves, Fae, or Nymph AU.

Title: “Upon the Green,” (½)

Summary: A Midsummer Night’s Dream AU wherein… Emma Swan and Killian Jones are dramatic, vaguely magical marrieds who scheme, plot, and otherwise interfere with Prince Henry’s troubled love life.

Notes: “Royal fairies, feuding royals” AU for Fantasy Pretzel Week! Loosely based on Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream. I’m also worried this is not… “modern AU” enough for the parameters of this challenge, but it’s an enemies to lovers kinda thing so even if it’s half-wrong it’s also half-right. Also on Ao3. An extra special thanks to all the marvelous ladies at the CS Writers’ Hub who listened to me bitch about this story, and @abbadons-little-witch, who offered up some helpful critique. Also tagging so they don’t yell at me later, @captainwiley and @the-reason-to-sail-home. xo

How now, spirit! Whither wander you?

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire:
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere,
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be.
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favors;
In those freckles live their savors.
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.

— William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream (2.1.1-15)

+ Never, in all his many days as a fae, had Killian envisioned such a grand affair, never mind his own wedding day. It seemed as if every flower, on every branch and every bough, was in full bloom despite the lingering frost of late winter. The fountains, though generally dry and barren this time of year, bubbled and gurgled with nectar far too sweet for the season.

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mumfordistheword  asked:

10 Lams, please! (or you can stick it in your Alex in Albany series if you're still doing that)

10-“Teach me how to play?”

Late October 1776

A month ago, Hamilton had drilled his company in this courtyard. Dressed smartly in his artillery uniform and cocked hat, he was certainly unrecognizable from that state now, coatless with his shirt slovenly half-tucked.  He could pass for a drunkard or a vagabond street boy.

It was effective.

Even if the locals in the Manhattan recognized him as the student, soldier and writer he’d been before the British invasion, he’d darkened his hair with ash before leaving the inn.  Unrecognizable.  Most of the locals left in the city were firmly Loyalist anyway- the sort of people that had stopped associating with Hamilton after his first flurry of pamphlets.

Most of the locals…

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anonymous asked:

Have Grace and Cal ever met in passing before she left to Andromeda?

“Hey, Ryder!”

Cal lifted a hand to wave as she turned, only to find Becky Li a dozen feet away and covering the rest of the distance at a jog. The young woman’s dark eyes were brilliant in the way Cal knew indicated either intoxication, excitement, or truly juicy gossip.

“You love me, right? Like, a lot? Like, pretty much the most?”

Cal laughed. “Must be some favor you’re about to ask for.”

Becky swatted at her shoulder. “Funny. No. I am doing you a favor. The best favor. You are actually going to die.”

“Of old age? Before you tell me?”

Rolling her eyes, Becky dragged her arm through Cal’s and began dragging her toward rapid transit.


“Nope. You’ve got to wait and see. It’s a surprise.”

Cal was not particularly surprised when Becky’s destination of choice was one of the Citadel’s more swanky bars, though she wasn’t sure she had the credits to buy herself even one cocktail, let alone the number she’d need to keep up with Becky. The bouncer gave them the kind of once-over that promised hell to pay if they didn’t behave themselves. By now, Becky was practically bouncing, half-skipping and half-dragging Cal further into the bar.

“Look!” she said. “Look who the professor’s talking to!”

Cal peered through the crush of people and froze in her tracks. She recognized the professor at once, and his body language told her he was deep into a conversation about the Protheans. He was leaning so far over the table his ass wasn’t even touching his seat.

He was talking to (at?) Commander Fricking Shepard.

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[bad boy neighbor au]

genre: fluffy and a lil bit of smut?

words: 3k

plot: when two party obsessed boys move into a usually quiet neighborhood, trouble is bound to happen

It was suppose to be quiet where you lived, the only noises being birds chirping from the tree branches and the wind slapping unlocked gates back and forth.

It use to be easy to fall asleep.

All it took was the simple switch of a light, your body covered by a thick puffy blanket while watery moonlight spun through the window. Often times you would plug in your music and let the swift beat of whatever song was playing lull you to sleep, your eyelids growing heavier with each verse.

It was the beginning of summer when you noticed the signature moving van pull up to the curb of the house beside yours. You were sitting on the top step of your porch, curious eyes peaking over the faded white paint. Nobody had moved into the pretty light blue house after the previous owners left, they were quiet, just like the rest of the neighbourhood.

It only took a few seconds after the arrival of the van for a dark blue pick-up truck to speed around the corner, music blaring and engine spitting a horrid gurgling noise. The owner of the truck pulled up a little way down from the van, the vehicle almost crossing over your curb.

Your grape soda almost got snagged in your throat when the machine ceased and two eye candies stepped out. They had the typical bad boy look, dark jeans with rips over the thighs, loose black t-shirts hanging from their broad shoulders. The duo screamed trouble though you kept clinging to the thought they would be mellow, quiet neighbours like everyone else.

Your eyes didn’t know who to focus on as they chuckled between themselves and you were sure it wasn’t just the summer heat that was making your body feel as though it were on fire.

The amount of time that had passed wasn’t in your brain anymore as you watched the pair from inside, chin resting on the palm of your hand. You followed their continuous movements from the van to the house, back and forth, over and over. This would have to be the time your parents decided to start vacationing. What if they came over and introduced themselves, they were the ones to handle the responsibility of opening the door.

Eventually the moving van pulled away and the sun started to set, a warm peachy glow casting over every house.

Days ticked by and the two boys remained quiet, they even fixed the awful gurgling noise to their pick-up. You were relived at best. It was the evening you watched the boy with coffee brown hair set his garbage can in place for the next day that you realized, you can’t judge a book by its cover.

It was 7am when you heard a solid knock on your door. Your eyes were boring straight into the clock set up on the dresser as a sinking feeling pooled into your stomach, what could anyone possibly want this early? After tearing yourself away from the heavenly warmth of your bed, you stumbled into the washroom to quickly splash some fresh water on your face.

On your way to the door you continued to pat the towel against your neck and cheeks, expecting it to be the elderly lady from down the street who wouldn’t stop delivering you her strawberries. As you opened the door and felt the first few rays of warmth spread over your face, you came eye to eye with one of the boys from the blue house, his beauty right up close for you to see.

You forced back the choke rising in your throat as the boy held out a single empty measuring cup, a tiny grin on his plush looking lips.

“I’m sorry to bother you at this ungodly hour, but do you happen to have a cup of sugar? I need it for the brownies I’m making.” His voice was incredibly smooth and soothing, like a drizzle of honey down a sore throat.

“B-brownies?” You stuttered, realizing you were in the presence of someone who looked like a prince while you took on the appearance of a beggar. His hand lifted up to press back his slick yet soft blonde hair, the dark colours he was wearing a nice contrast against his creamy skin.

“Yes, brownies. Do you have no sugar?”

“No, I do,” you suddenly jumbled out, eyes glued to the floor, “I’ll be a second.”

After taking his empty measuring cup you tried to keep a normal pace down the hall that led to the kitchen. The minute you were out of sight, a large breath was escaping your chest and you used the fluffy towel in your hand to wipe away the invisible sweat on your forehead.

You tossed the towel onto the kitchen table and took a scoop of sugar from one of your cupboards, a steady breath traveling into your lungs before you returned to your neighbour. His hands were placed behind his back while he stared rather innocently at the houses that dotted behind him.

“Here’s your sugar.” You smiled, skin tingling when his fingers brushed with yours as he took back the scoop.

“Sorry if I woke you up, by the way my name is Jun and if you saw another gawky tall looking dude, that’s my friend Mingyu.”

“Ah,” you replied while bobbing your head, “I noticed you two moving in a few days ago. Oh yeah and my name is, Y/N. You didn’t wake me up either, I couldn’t sleep.”

Jun chuckled lightly, his dark glossy eyes almost shimmering like fairy dust. As he began taking a few steps down your porch, he turned back to wave goodbye, flashing his pearly rows of teeth.

“Thanks again, Y/N. It was nice to finally meet you.”

You ushered a final, you too, as Jun padded away, heart in your chest still beating recklessly. At the start they seemed like the complete opposite of what you were expecting, just another pair of quiet cliche neighbours who asked for cups of sugar and woke up early to go buy bagels at the cafe.

But all good things must come to an end.

A frustrated cry was muffled by a pillow being slapped over your face, eyes scrunched shut and teeth gnawing into your lower lip. It was too late for you to have to deal with these two, again. Music was flowing like wildfire from the house beside yours, bass making the curtains jitter and the tiny antiques in your dresser rattle slightly.

Are you serious? You screamed inside your head as a piercing shout was heard from outside your window. Never being this irritated before, you scrambled out of bed and shoved open the glass, your eyes catching sight of an intoxicated group of strangers squirting each other with water guns.

It was the second party this week that had kept you up, not counting the ones that had taken place before it. You supposed lecturing a hung over Mingyu the next morning wasn’t a great way to get the idea of possibly not having one at all through his thick skull.

Also something else that really ticked you off, Jun borrowing sugar to not make just an ordinary batch of brownies but goddamn weed brownies. What a guy.

How could these two trouble makers move to a usually quiet, peaceful place and turn it into a hotspot for parties that had strings of toilet paper and random couch cushions everywhere. You had never bothered stopping them in the middle of the party but tonight, that thought was awfully tempting.

After tugging on a jacket and a pair of worn out sneakers, you stomped outside with steam practically shooting out your ears. People were yelling at you the minute you stepped onto Jun and Mingyu’s rather unkept lawn, their water guns at point as they slurred their words together.

You prayed everyone here had a designated driver or were staying if they were too drunk to drive. Someone had already passed out on the bench next to the house entrance, at least three beer cans crushed at their feet. The music was forcing your senses completely awake, the awful bass shaking your core as you whipped the door open.

The immediate stench of marijuana wafted up your nose and stung your throat, a cough already rattling your chest as you tried your best to spot one of the two idiots through the clumps of people. Like any other party that kept the whole neighbourhood awake, people were locked together in every corner, red solo cups strewn all over the floor while strobe lights cast rainbows of colour over every surface.

It didn’t take you long to find Mingyu on the sofa, a girl grinding heavily into his lap while his lips remained attached to her neck. By the other purple marks dotting her skin, it looked like it had been going on for awhile and had no means of stopping.

Suddenly fingers were curling around your shoulder and as you flung around out of surprise, you came face to face with Jun, a smug look painted on his sharp features.

“Y/N,” Jun pouted, “you decided to show up.” His fingers fell from your shoulder as he smirked, a red cup against his lips as he took a sip of whatever was left inside.

Though he was quite close to you, it was difficult to hear his delicate voice over the continuous melody shaking the house. He wouldn’t tear his eyes away from you, your skin flushing hot in the centre of chaos. Tucking some hair away from your face, you spoke rather loudly back to him, your sizzling anger unforgotten.

“I only showed up to tell you to shut up!” You tried to out speak the music, Jun watching in amusement as he took another sip of his drink. “For the love of God, please shut this party down or at least make everything much quieter! I haven’t gotten a wink of sleep in what feels like forever because of you two!”

Jun’s head titled back as he chugged the rest of his drink, adams apple bobbing up and down until it seemed like he swallowed every last drop. Then he tossed the red solo cup into a trash bin in the corner, his eyes never leaving yours.

“It’s summer, Y/N! It’s the time to throw parties and I’m sorry but you’re going to have to deal with it.” His devilish little grin that followed had your hairs standing on end. Prince Jun might not need any sleep but you certainly did.

“Listen here you little-,”

A pair of girls stumbling around in oversized heels clipped into you, your body suddenly colliding with Jun’s, his back shoved to the wall while you felt yourself grimace. Before you could turn to give them a piece of your mind, you realized your hands were splayed over Jun’s chest, your fingertips brushing against the muscle underneath.

“Why so eager, baby?” Jun teased, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Though he had been surrounded by nothing but alcohol and marijuana, he managed to smell like fresh mint, your mouth almost watering.

Before you could be tricked into anything, you remembered why you came over in the first place.

“Listen Jun,” you began while stepping away from him, trying to deny how satisfying it felt to have his muscles under your fingertips, “please just-,”

“Hey, Jun!”

You were yet again cut off, but this time by Mingyu. The same girl that was fixed on his lap was leaning into his side, arms caged around him while her eyes slipped between you and Jun. Mingyu punched his friends arm, a sneaky smile tugging on his lips.

“Guess I’m not the only one getting some action tonight.” He teased though neither you or Jun looked impressed.

“Fucking forget it.” You cursed while weaselling away from the trio. The only thing on your mind was to get out of that chaotic house. You trudged off the front porch, not caring that some intoxicated girl just sprayed you with her water gun.

After slamming the door shut, you angrily kicked off your shoes and tore off your jacket. You rushed back to your room and flopped on the bed, eyes sealed shut and earphones plugged in until your will to sleep took over and you felt the bass from next door fade away.

It was 12:02pm when you groggily awoke the next morning, your past bitterness from the night still lingering. You glanced out the window to surprisingly see the light blue house restored to its proper condition.

No steamers of toilet paper strewn across the grass or over the porch, no couch cushions or plastic cups left anywhere. It was more clean than usual and that had your radar beginning to spike.

You made yourself a cup of coffee and walked onto the porch, a breeze stifling through the air that carried the smell of sweet grass and tree bark. The neighbourhood was back to its usual state, the party next door seeming like it never happened.

You continued with your normal routine that carried on throughout the day, enjoying the chirping of the birds that perched outside your windows and the breeze that rippled through the house.

The best part, Jun and Mingyu’s house was as quiet as the never ending void of space, you would never know they were there.

In fact it was almost unsettling. At least 3 days had passed and no party, no cars parked up and down the street, no loud bass thumping from every corner, no cups or toilet paper in heaps across the lawn. You were almost worried something terrible had happened, they were never this quiet.

But that night, at around 11pm your worst nightmare ensued. After stepping out of the shower and dressing into your pyjamas, you were ready to get a glass of water and go to sleep. That is until music started to blare, shouts started to echo and in about 15 minutes the street was crammed with cars.

You ran to the window and peered outside, Jun and Mingyu’s house like a beacon in the middle of a starless sky. It was too good to be true, your bad boy neighbours couldn’t stay quiet forever.

Why had no one else complained, why had no one else done anything?

Simply because no one was use to dealing with things like this, and while you could have called the cops and spoiled everything, the two would still find a loop hole. People like them always did.

As you prepared to collapse on your bed and stare at the ceiling with your earbuds in until the noise went away, a loud knock was sounding at the door. You questioned leaving whoever it was to knock away, but instead you found yourself undoing the lock and swinging the door open, eyes hollow and shoulders slouching.


You didn’t bother finishing your greeting when you were faced with Jun, a gummy smile on his lips while he stood outside your door. He was dressed in a hoodie and sweats, his silky blonde hair that was always slickly styled now covering his forehead.

“Just a quick notice,” he commenced, his hands clapping together, “Mingyu and I are throwing another party in about an hour or so, don’t be surprised if it starts getting loud and shit. Also do you have any sugar?”

You stood still and glared at him, his little smile still painting his lips. With a voice as dull as cement, you scorched daggers into his skin while muttering,

“The party already started asshole.”

Jun ran his fingers across his fluffy fringe, clearly oblivious to your, I’m about to shut the door in your face, attitude. As much as you wanted to do that right now, you were selfish and couldn’t deny the fact he was just as alluring as he was obnoxious.

“I’m just joking, Y/N, relax.” Then he was reaching to the banister of the porch, pulling out a measuring cup full of sugar that you hadn’t seen before. The blaring music and shouts only intensified from next door as Jun put his hand out, the sugar right in front of you.

“You were so nice lending some to me when I first came here, I’m repaying you.” Hesitantly, you took the cup of sugar and placed it on the table next to you, your eyes never leaving the tall and cocky boy on your porch.

“Aren’t you such a prince,” you mocked, “you’d be even more of one if you could get that mess next door to quiet down.”

Jun chuckled softly, the sound striking you right where it shouldn’t. You wanted to slam the door shut, you wanted to scream at him until he was forced to quiet down the party but you couldn’t.

You couldn’t because getting to stare at his blissfully handsome face and listen to his honey smooth voice try to crack jokes was distracting you from the noise, he was making you feel not so lonely in a neighbourhood where everyone kept to themselves, the only interactions being out of pity and shame.

You didn’t realize how empty your face must have turned, you were practically thinking your deepest thoughts right in front of someone who couldn’t keep any of this thoughts to himself.

“Earth to Y/N, you look kinda spaced out.”

Then you felt a sudden jolt in your bones, a deep fire ignited that had you cupping your hand around the back of Jun’s neck, fingers brushing against the soft strands of platinum as you connected your lips with his.

He was only shocked for a second, his hands immediately gripping your hips like steel while you desperately craved more of his plush lips, nipping and sucking until Jun shoved you inside, foot kicking the door shut so he could swiftly slam you against it.

“You aren’t going back to your precious party?” You sneered as Jun’s fingertips lightly brushed against the smooth skin under your shirt, lust pooling in his eyes.

“Not unless you want me to.” He cooed sweetly into your ear. Though you knew he was acting soft as a joke, your body still flared when he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, his fingers gliding over the hem of your shorts.

“Fuck no.” You whined in response, the last thing you wanted was for him to leave.

You felt him smirk against your lips as a gasp forced its way past your throat, his hands wandering down to squeeze the flesh of your bottom while you instinctively jumped upwards, legs latching around his waist so he could attack your neck with wet kisses.

“Jun, please.” You breathed when he sucked at the juncture between your shoulder and neck, tingles shooting through you like electricity. He pushed his hips against you rather aggressively, a low growl rising from his throat.

“What made you suddenly want me, huh?” His hot breath fanned against your skin while he continued to slowly grind his hips against yours, fingers tapping along the heated flesh of your thighs.

“Please, fuck, I don’t know. Just do what you want with me.” You gasped as he delivered a particularly hard thrust against your core, tears almost pricking your eyes with how much you wanted him. Jun suddenly stopped, a whine cracking from your chest as he dropped you back on your feet.

Bringing a hand up to cup the side of your cheek, he looked directly into your eyes, lust brewing like a potion in their depths.

“Y\N, are you sure you want this?” Jun asked softly, his thumb stroking your cheek for a moment while you gnawed on your lower lip. Secretly you screamed at his affectionate side, but you couldn’t stand not having him against you.

You couldn’t stand the wait, your fingers threading through his silky hair while your lips pressed to his ear, “Yes I’m sure, I don’t want to wait anymore though.”

Jun smiled, his voice thick with lust as he ran his hand down your stomach,

“I’ll do you real good, baby. Don’t you worry.”

I Really Like You


Pairing: Mac x Reader

Summary: I know you already did a Macgyver imagine but could you do another one!! Maybe he goes on a mission and you get really worried about him and when he gets back your all clingy and confess that you really like him!!

You hated this…this feeling of worry, panic and uncertainly. Maybe that’s why you couldn’t ever be a field agent. Glancing towards the screen there was still no word from either Mac or Jack to inform if the mission had been successful. And since they were meant to check in 10 minutes ago, you started to get agitated and that’s when fear that something might have gone wrong crept it’s way in.

“They’re going to be fine Y/N, you know how those two are. I guarantee you that they’ll walk through that door any second”. Riley spoke with a calm tone. And how she managed to stay calm, baffled you. Fiddling with your fingers, something that you did when you were nervous, you sighed and turned to look directly at Riley. “We don’t know that, we don’t know anything because they decided to ditch their coms, which in turn gives us no way to make sure they’re okay”.

“How about we talk about something else to get your mind off of this”. Riley placed her laptop onto the table and walked on over to you. “So-”, she added while standing beside you, “I already know what you’re about to say”. She put her hands up in defense and said, “Oh yeah, and what’s that?”. The bowl of paper clips caught your eye, it was always filled up just for Mac because everyone knew that during each mission briefing he’d always grab a few and craft something out of them. “Your going to say something like, why don’t you tell Mac how you feel. He likes you too, so just make the first move considering one of you have too, because the other clearly is too shy to do it. Am I right?”.

Nodding her head slowly, she had an impress look on her face. “Well for the record I didn’t say it, you did”. Riley flashed a grin. The door swung open and Jack walked in first, standing on your toes to see behind him, those few seconds that it took Mac to walk into the door as well, set your panic levels through the roof. Seeing him enter with his signature smile, without thinking, you gave him a hug which he returned. “We weren’t gone for that long, were we?”.

“Yeah it was only for a few hours, don’t I get a hug too?”. Jack asked, looking to you and then Riley. Even though you didn’t want to, you had to detach yourself from his embrace. Stepping back you felt your cheeks heat up. “No-one wants to hug you Jack”, Riley replied as she grabbed her laptop to leave the room. Jack followed her out and the last thing that could be heard was him saying, “Come on now Riley, just one hug. I know you want too”.

Mac shook his head and turned to you, “It’s never a dull moment with those two around”. All that was swirling through your head, was the conversation you and Riley had earlier. It was causing you to not think properly and to become extremely clingy towards Mac. “What happened out there, the coms died and we couldn’t reach you or Jack”.

“I had to break the ear pieces to use them to make another device, so we could listen in and find the best way out of there”. He explained, while all you could do was pace. “Okay, well that makes sense…not total sense but-did you want me to drive you home? I mean you could probably drive yourself home, I just-I just lost my train of thought”. Of course you had to become a rambling mess in front of Mac.

He thankfully found it amusing and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Y/N is everything okay?”. Looking into his blue eyes made forming a sentence seem impossible, but you had to snap out of it, because just staring at him and not saying a word was beginning to look creepy. “Fine, why do you ask?”. Mac removed his hand and apart of you just wanted to grab it and place it back. “Because you’re acting more weirder than usual?”.

Cussing under your breath, you forgot just how well Mac knew you. “I’m being too clingy, I’m sorry. It’s just-”. That’s when you stopped, took a moment and remembered all the times you came close in telling Mac how you actually felt about him. “It’s just what? Come on you can tell me anything”. He gave you a little nudge which caused you to smile sightly. “I like you!”, blurting those words out wasn’t the way you intended to tell Mac, but when it felt like the world was coming down, shouting out the words seemed like the best way to go.

He was smiling, was that a good smile?. “I like you too”. That’s when you knew Mac wasn’t entirely getting what you meant. Sighing, due to having to repeat yourself, you opted for a more serious tone. “No Mac, I really like you…as in more than a friend”.

“For the last time Jack I’m not giving you a hug”. Riley and Jack entered the room still arguing about the same thing. “Fine, your no fun. Mac, Y/N drinks are on me. Let’s go out and celebrate”. Jack exclaimed. Riley mouthed “oh my god”, before the two of them walked to wait by the door, completely oblivious to what was going on between you and Mac.

Grabbing you coat off the seat, you started to head on out when Mac gently gripped your arm. “We’ll talk about us later”, he walked a few steps before turning back, “Oh and I really like you too”. Riley must have heard the last part of the sentence because she walked up too you with an “I told you so” expression.

Trailing behind arm in arm with Riley, your eyes focused on Mac and every so often he’d turn and glance your way, making your insides flutter and that smile on your face to grow even bigger.

first love with jaemin

dO YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING BEING NA JAEMIN’S FIRST LOVE AND HIM BEING YOURS MY HEArT alright before we start this is my first time making something like this so pls be patient with me

• ok this twerp would definitely be the kind to slyly drop a lot of subtle but not so subtle hints that he likes you before y'all started dating


• like for example he’ll tuck your hair to the back of your ears like its nothing and then flashing you his million dollar smile

• or him telling you some cringey pick up line that is worth punching his beautiful face for poor chenle nearly threw up his lunch when he overheard you both




• donghyuck, jeno and chenle makes sure to film everything down and probably make a meme out of his mishaps

• mark and renjun are probably just there for emotional support

• he’ll probably begin by wiping his sweaty (ew) palms on his trousers and nervously clearing his throat cORNY I KNOW

• you will most probably be like ??!??? at first but then you realise what was going on the second you saw the trash can moved behind jaemin. you knew this was bound to happen so you secretly kept it inside of you knowing too damn well jaemin will appreciate it if you pretend not to know anything for his sake

• this hopeless romantic smh

• “ok so y/n there’s this thing I’ve been trying to tell you all along. this may sound ridiculous but this takes so much courage from the bottom of my heart and the strength of jaehyun and yuta hyung’s fist to knock some senses into me. and if I don’t do this now johnny and ten hyung are going to call me a wimp and I have to buy them pizza later because I proved their point. I–”

• but who the hell said you were good @ keeping your mouth and excitement shut you can’t stand the tension anymore too either so lmaO

• “I like you too jaemin.”

• “pls do not interrupt me y/n”

• before he could say the three little words he’s been dying to say, he took a deep breath but stopped half way, opening his half lid eyes widely after his mind was able to process

• “wait what”



• “can I come out now???” jisung’s head pops out of the bushes

• long story short jaemin was finally able to claim your heart that day and jisung got ant bites from hiding in the bushes for too long with the bouquet of flowers jaemin planned to give you after his confession

• the dream unit with the exception of jaemin also found their new source of entertainment from the video they got that day



• he’ll get you small lil gifts of whatever reminds you of him


• he’d even turn up at your house at 2am with fried chicken if you text him at night saying you’re hungry GOALS YALL


• I call him dropping by your classroom during snack breaks/lunch breaks with food with him, knowing so damn well about your horrible habit of skipping on your meals

• he would force you to eat with him or at least take a few bites from the food he specially prepared/bought for you


• and didn’t he say he enjoys cooking in the dorm too?? imAGINE HIS HOME COOKED FOOD MADE WITH HIS LOVE

• I’m crying blood


• “say ahh, y/n”

• “jaemin I said I’m not hungry”

• “stop lying through your food deprived mouth and eat!!!”

• “jAEMIN!!”





• but lbr it’s either that really cute BF material kind of smile he be giving you through the window or that weird derpy smile he always has when he’s being dumb

• either way you’re embarrassed by this goofball

• and to add on to your embarrassment, he knows that some of your classmates may be watching the two of you so he’d blow kisses/make kissy faces at you

• he just absolutely loves to see you blush because it’s just so cute to him and he loves cute things especially you you’re his favorite cute thing and he wants to keep you by his side forever




• because jaemin has been receiving lessons from his hyungs on dating it isn’t surprising that he brought you to the movies on your first date not because it highly suggested by his hyungs…

• you both agreed to meet outside the movie theatre and he was there an hour early and boy was he nervous as heck

• the older members were also there for a little while to prep him up aw how supportive

• sO after giving him half an hour long of prep talk and re-styling his hair (for running through them anxiously mULTIPLE OF TIME) ITS FINALLY TIME



• pls excuse me for a moment here oh my god na jaemin is seriously one of the most attractive 16 years olds I’ve ever seen f U CK CALMD DJOWN

• ok lets get back







• “aigoo, my beautiful girlfriend looks even more beautiful than usual tonight. did you dress up especially for me?”

• I want to kms

• you’d just smack his arm and walk away, trying to hide your face. “let’s go buy the tickets before the show starts, you twerp…”

• the smile on his face would just become wider and he’d catch up with you, naturally reaching out for your hand and intertwining them together

• where the fuck did that nervous dipshit go and where the fuck did he find such confidence to become such a cheesy little shit

• jaemin also bought popcorn and drinks for the both of you and being the cheesy lil shit insist y'all share the drink with two straws while giving the excuse “i wouldnt be able to finish mine if we bought two” 

 • “I can buy my share myself” 

 • “nonono it’s too late for that now the movie is about to start and the line for the snacks is now really long lets go babe you don’t wanna miss out the beginning of the movie”

 • he holds your hand and leads you both inside the theatre and to your seats • “what are we watching again” 

 • “the conjuring 2” 


 • “hmm,, ok… wAIT WHAT” 

 • you stared at him wide eyed and jaemin suddenly looked remorseful and he regrets everything especially listening to his hyungs who probably learnt all their “techniques” and “moves” from watching too much corny chick flick and kdrama 

 • “sorry, I should’ve asked you. do you want to leave right now? I can get tickets to see another movie.” 



 • but your cheapskate ass just grabs him and pulled him back down in his seat but not letting go of his hand 

 • “its fine jaemin, ive seen the trailer and my friends say it’s pretty good. let’s enjoy this movie shall we? haha.”

• though your face say yes but heart say no, jaemin was reluctant but eventually decided to sit back down when the lights went off

• “but if the movie gets too scary and you dont feel like watching it anymore you can always tell me, ok y/n? we could have dinner early or something, i’ll bring you some place nice.”

• instead of watching in the beginning of the movie, jaemin was watching you the entire time with a stupid smile of his face despite worrying over the fact that you might be scarred for life

• eventually you caught him and you had to forcefully make him stare ahead at the big screen instead. at first he was pretending but soon enough he was immersed in it

• this dipshit istg

• when the climax of the movie came, you knew what was going to happen and you immediately grabbed jaemin’s hand while following your instincts and hid behind his shoulder

• he was caught off guard at first lmao since he was too immersed in the movie that he nearly forgot that hes on a date 

• after realising you had grabbed his hand and possibly squeeze it for as long as the climax part of the movie lasted, he blushed and tries to bite back a smile from forming on his face

• and when he turned to look at you, seeing that you’ve curled up in the seat, ears covered with your other hand and eyes squeezed shut, he was this close into melting into a puddle of goo because you looked so cute and squishy and he just wants to hold you 

• and he did 

• i am trying not to scream as i type this 

• he skillfully wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his embrace, stroking your hair as he teases you “aigoo my big baby i told you we should’ve watched something else instead.”

• you both went on to watch the movie like that, you clinging onto him like your life depended on it and him enjoying every second of it and lowkey wishes the movie to be longer

• when the creepy music in the background began to play as the second climax arrive, you were already gripping onto jaemin’s arm. being the perfect boyfriend material he is, he covered your ears. (BASICALLY JUST LIKE THE WAY SUNGJAE DID TO JOYIN WGM WHILE THEY WERE WATCHING A MOVIE I MISS THEM SO MUCH)

• but as soon as it was over (after all that exorcism and shit and everything becomes brighter), you’ll just look up and blush in embarrassment cos jaemin was staring back at you with a smug look on his face tHIS LITTL E SHIT

• you also notice that there are red marks on his arm from where you were grabbing him so you gasped and began apologizing for nearly tearing his arm apart during the movie while gently stroking his arm while rambling on and on about how sorry you are and also complimenting how he’s practically hairless 

• apparently you were rambling on too much that he couldn’t take it??? not in a bad wAY BUT it wasn’t just your rambles that was driving him crazy 

• it was your moving lips



• he kissed you 

• to shut you up 

• and to also finally man up and kiss you like how he should’ve 3 weeks ago when you both started dating

• mmMm gotta get me a guy like jaemin A++

• you were too stunned to kiss him back so you just stared at him wide eyed when he pulled away

• “i-what-huh-wait, jaemin-what-” you poor confused child

• “how did you know peach was my favorite flavor.” he wipes the corner of his lips as he said that with a shit eating grin, causing you to turn crimson.

• “what are you kids still doing here? the movie is over; leave.” 

• whoops 

• so basically that was how jaemin found his confidence and that was just only the beginning of this cute relationship and he just adores the heck out of you and loves you to bits you guys are practially engaged in his head and he hopes that not only you’ll be his first love you’ll also be his last iTSNT THAT THE CUTEST THING EVER

• i am crying blooODdd i hope you guys enjoyed this like how i enjoyed torturing myself ㅠㅠ

1.Tell Your Friends - (BTS Mafia AU)

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“Here’s looking at you, kid”

Dark floors were painted with a purple hue from vintage glow lamps that looked unbreakable as drunk college goers knocked them over and let them be, causing the already distorted light to cast strange shadows up bare legs and awkward finish lines when your eyes met a barely clothes ass.

Ass was the right word for him, though rich would be another.

Seungkan’s party’s were campus goldmines and were open invitation, which meant that each weekend, floods of penniless students rushed to his suspiciously nice flat for free drinks and a chance to maybe get a loan. It wasn’t any secret that Seungkan earned more than your average twenty something, he flashed his cash whenever he could, whether he was buying everyone a round at the bar or desperately looking for a hook up by showing off gold watches or high fashion dress pants he had nothing going for him in, he enjoyed letting everybody know he was stable financially, meaning he was better than you.

But, it was no secret where he got the money from either.

“Who’s next?” Seungkan had bellowed across the room as he had already passed the sketchy cigarette to the blonde beside him.

The campus drug dealer, or at least the one with the best deals, was extremely well paid by his employer and even though the idiot didn’t know the word discreet, you knew why Seungkan was kept around.

The hard and gruelling route to college was hard work and late night studying and a zero possibility of a social life, along with hours spent working a dead end job to actually pay tuition.

The easy route was when the Dean was your aunt and you sold marijuana to stick thin eighteen year olds outside their dorms for too much money.

But the alcohol was free and Friday night party’s were hard to turn down after a week of stress, so late September you caved.

By then you’d grown used to the pounding music of something between indie tumblr quotes and elevator noises but you couldn’t say it was that bad, you couldn’t say much because it was so loud, but after a few shots you’d begin to enjoy the English singers whiny vocals.

Confetti always littered the floor like a mess of multi coloured love notes from second class crushes that were long forgotten. His white walls were never white and either had patches of questionable stains or some sort of drink spilled on them. An oak floor had seen better days and the kitchen was a no entry zone, unless your plan was to interrupt a serious talk between some stoned philosophy students who wouldn’t stop staring till you exited the fluorescent light of the fridge they used as some symbolic sun. Sunny D wasn’t much of a replacement, you’d joked the first night. You’d never spoken to them again.

The hallway was filled with couples too close to one another and the stairs was littered with either passed out guys or a girl with mascara dripping from her chin. You hadn’t attempted to approach any of them.

So with you restricted to the living room, you’d settled into a love seat the first night and sat in it for next five.

The faces on the TV screen made you dizzy and as Seungkan began yelling for what felt like the thousand time that night, you’d decided you’d had enough of the blurry lights and suffocating aura of the room that thrilled you to begin with.

A stumbling trip to the bathroom door as you’d attempted to not trip over a drunken guy from your psychology class, had you reeling away as fast as you could as you heard the first high pitched moan seep past the thin wood.

Unusually the stairs had been easy to manoeuvre and you bypassed the ‘NO ENTRY’ sign Seungkan had lewdly taped to the wall with what looked to be plasters.

The sudden dimness of the unlit hallway had you squinting for a second and your feet brought you towards the only door as quick as possible, in hope nothing would pop out from the unlit corner. A jingle of the cold handle brought no luck and curse words slipped passed easy enough.

Curiosity strikes us all during late night hours and as you took the hair pin from your head it seemed that your sudden thought of finding out how to pick locks coming in handy had fallen through.

Not that picking a drug dealers bedroom door was a good means for brandishing this new talent. Snapping the hair clip in half after a few attempts a satisfying click brought a grin to your face and you silently congratulated yourself as you closed the door behind you again. Locking it, so as not to draw suspicion to anyone, meaning Seungkan and his volcanic temper, you gave yourself a chance to breath as you entered the spotlights of the bathrooms view.

Your racing heart gave you chills and you ran your hands up your arms while the door kept you balanced. Despite how these parties were fun, they were a blur of people and faces and it all became a bit much after a while, when you sobered up and realised that the invincibility the drug of a liquid gave you had worn off, and you were just in some losers house, with your friends drinking their sorrows away.

The modern en suite was nothing like the retro furniture of Seungkan’s living room and you’d wondered for a second if he disliked it. If he disliked it all, but the philosophy of Seungkan’s reasoning was no business of yours and you didn’t care to find out.

Then as the cold cold water had begun to numb your fingers you’d heard it.

Telltale laughter of the obnoxious host had originated from too close by to be downstairs and before you could allow yourself to freeze you hit the light switch and waited for the inevitable creak from the door outside.

His voice had caught you off guard at first, as the thin bathroom door had muffled the words. Another higher voice had spoke back, clearly Seungkan no matter how muffled. You’d heard the words hyung and a fit of laughter made you jump where you stood, behind the door, sitting on a washing basket, holding your breath for fear of being caught in the out of bounds bathroom by the guy who’d had someone who didn’t pay him back on time come into your lecture in a cast.

Their conversation was obscure to you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”


“Hyung if you think this is some sort of joke”

Nothing again.

“I’ve brought in more new customers than Hobi hyung haven’t I? Is that not worth anything?”

You’d assumed whoever was speaking was much quieter than the aggravated Seungkan and you’d held your breath as for fear of making any sound at all. Your heart in your mouth, you closed your eyes instead of staring at the raspberry shampoo and conditioner set that sat on the side of the bath.

They’d opened again when you heard his voice fully for the first time.

“That stunt you pulled last week with that prostitute was worth something. Worth a lot more than anything you’ve ever done for me, or my business. And you bet she’s worth a lot than you are”

Spat out and louder than the pounding of your heart in your eardrums, his next words had you covering your ears.

“You think I’m the type that takes assault lightly?”


“You think I’m the type to let Jackson’s girls be treated that way?”

Nothing again.

“You think I’m the type to leave something like that, go unpunished?”

As the tables turned and Seungkan was left speechless, the gruff tone from the other man was spoken with an authority that made you realise who he was speaking to.

“Boss” was spoken in a very shaky tone and you’d heard the first yelp of pain when your thighs had hit the bath’s edges and you clutched on to check if reality had blurred and sure enough the cool ceramic tile and the sounds pain and grunts outside was enough to give away that you stood in a dark bathroom, with a pounding head ache and a fear for your life.

It seemed logical as you climbed into the white bath tub, your bare arms recoiling at the cool to touch curved sides, goosebumps doubling from the newly freezing air that the tiny open window on the left brought it. You would have gladly frozen rather than face whoever was outside that door.

Each time a thud came you hid you head farther in your knees. Thuds would go unnoticed downstairs, unquestioned and a speculation for who exactly Seungkan was banging this time. The small yelps you’d once heard were muffled by your hands and the one time to checked to see if they’d stopped, a harsh grunt from the other party had sent you back into the wall as your toes curled at your feet.

It was too real to be nightmare.

Nightmares were blurry and quick.

The elongated sounds of pain and hisses died down but they stayed for much longer than you’d have liked, nothing like horror movies or boxing matches, the realness of it all had you on edge, more than the threat of someone finding you. They were like pleas of god forsaken singers, begging forgiveness but in the end, they were just unconscious reactions to punches and kicks.

You weren’t sure which was worse.

There was a minute of silence where you struggled to let yourself breath as you waited for that beautiful creak and you were alone upstairs to go over what just happened but you’d nearly jumped out of your skin as the bathroom door was swung open and the light was blinding you for the second time.

Fluorescent lighting and the smell of blood was something out of a dream as you held your hands over your mouth and nose. A cat and mouse game of silence, you weren’t sure how long you’d be able to hold out. A new electricity had formed in the air and you could reach out and touch the imaginary static that surrounded your slowly numbing self, whether from the fear or the October air, it was all the same, and you begged for sort of frostbite to ease the piercing seconds he was in the same room as you but it didn’t come

A hum came from the party at the sink, light and upbeat, a sharp contrast with the deep tone and rough sound of the melody being recreated.

From the bare amount you could see past the shower curtain, a black suit and shirt were worn with good reason and his preempted nature was taken to new levels he placed the rubbing alcohol down on the sink. Messy grey hair suited the figure well, slender and average height, he was what most college kids looked like. Despite the suit.

There was no mask or trench coat or any sort of serial killer memorabilia around his neck, the normality of his nature gave you chills as he casually washed the blood from his cut knuckles.

When the humming stopped you thought your heart had followed suit, but you counted the seconds it took it to begin again too quickly as your heart was your only sense of passing time and you’d gotten to sixty by the time it took him to start up again.

It was just a waiting game. Until he left. Until you could finally breath. Until you let out the choking scream for someone to come find you and you let yourself run as far away from the deadly place as your unsteady legs could take you.

Just waiting, just waiting.

And he spoke with such a casual nature, as his ocean deep tone gave the bathroom a whole new aura.

“Any time you’d like to come out”

Any time.


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