it's about time i started paying attention to her body shape as well as getting her face right

Tell Me

Summary: Sam has this habit of distracting you every time he comes to visit. Working out more, forgetting to wear a shirt, you know the drill. But what happens when he finds a way to distract you when you’re in class as well?

Word Count: 5187 (got a little carried away. Not sorry at all)

Warnings: Implied smut. Sam Fucking Winchester (let’s be honest here, he is a warning all in himself)

A/N: @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba​‘s fic Sexy Bastard is the fic that started this whole thing. Seriously, as soon as I read her summary “Sam is a fucking tease, okay?” I knew that I was done for. I’ve been working on this for an entire week because it just had to be done. Also, perfect timing! Happy Birthday Sam Winchester, you tease!

“How about that homework last night?” Jonathan asked, sliding into his normal seat beside you.

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Nelly groaned, turning in her chair to talk to you two. “Lil and I worked on it for six hours and we still don’t know if we did it right.”

“Right?” You agreed emphatically, getting war flashbacks to your battles with the case study and your excel spreadsheet. “I swear, we haven’t even learned half of the stuff it was asking us to do.”

Rhetta pushed her chair closer and you fought to hold back your eye-roll. Here comes her self-righteous, better-than-you speech. “Actually, we learned about the regression analysis last week, and it was just a hop, skip, and a jump to answering question five from there.”

How about you just hop, skip, and jump away from us?

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The Sound of Music

Summary: Sehun catches you staring at him on the subway and assumes that you’re checking him out - and you kind of are, but not in the way he thinks. 

Pairing: Sehun x You 

Sehun’s POV

Sehun hates riding the subway.

Is it an efficient system? Sure. Is it reliable and organized? Yeah. Does that make it any more appealing to him? Not a chance.

Right now he’s taking the orange line to downtown, and apparently so are the other hundred people on the T because each stop only brings him closer and closer to being crushed to death. Currently, he’s part of a sandwich that consists of one extremely pregnant woman – whom he would have offered a seat if he had one, three children that are apparently deriving great pleasure from kicking him in the shins, and one stout man with a mop of curly hair and ridiculous body odor. Sehun mutters a prayer to several deities asking for patience and tugs his face mask up with a sigh.

At the next stop, the one right before downtown, several people filter out of the subway car, and Sehun plops down on an empty seat with a breath of relief. He’d spent far too many hours at the dance studio yesterday and his knees are now protesting like an old woman’s. But that’s simply the price of being the lead choreographer for his university’s dance company – and he loves it all, the pain, the sweat, the grind. And despite the aches in his body, Sehun finds himself tapping his feet to some imaginary song, mapping out different moves in his head.

He’s so caught up in the moment, feet pattering and fingers drumming and shoulders rolling, that he almost doesn’t notice the girl. Almost. And he wouldn’t have noticed her if it weren’t for the fact that she keeps glancing over at him occasionally. And, even more curiously, after looking at him she then scribbles something in the notebook on her lap. Is she…taking notes on him?

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Love and First Sight: Chapter One

Vice Principal Larry Johnston extends his hand.

To clarify: I don’t see this. I hear the swish of his shirtsleeve.

“Nice to meet you, William.”

The fabric sound plays again&emdash;the hand retracting.

“I’m sorry, I guess you can’t do that now, can you? You probably want to feel my face?”

He grabs my arm and smacks my palm against his cheek, knocking me off balance so I have to step into the musk of his aftershave.

“Where do you normally start? Eyes? Nose? Mouth?”

He shifts my fingers across the front of his face with each suggestion. His skin is rough and pockmarked, like the outside of an orange.

“No, actually, I don’t do that,” I say, pulling my hand away. “I identify people based on their voices.”

“And…also…” I add. I can’t resist. “Yes?” he asks, all eager to please.

“Well, I don’t usually touch faces, but I am gifted with a heightened sense of smell that allows me to recognize a person’s pheromones, which are concentrated just below the ear, so if you wouldn’t mind … ?”

I touch my pointer finger to my nose.

His excitement drops. “Oh…you want to…smell… my ear?”

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Shape Of You (E.D)

Summary: This is based off the song Shape of You by Ed Sheeran. Ethan meets a girl at a bar. Does Ethan start to fall for her?

Word Count:1,967

Warnings: Sexual mentions. (brief)

A/N: Ethan is older in this, like 22/23. I know they said they wouldn’t drink, but lets just pretend they do for the time being. 

Originally posted by achromatic-soul

Ethan’s POV

The club isn’t the best place to find a lover
So the bar is where I go
Me and my friends at the table doing shots
Drinking fast and then we talk slow

“Peace!” Grayson and I shouted at our camera.

“Finally! I feel like we’ve been filming forever!” Grayson said, walking over to turn the camera off.

“At least we got the filming out the way. Now all we gotta do is edit, and have it up on Tuesday.” I said, packing up the filming equipment.

“Lets edit tomorrow. Aaron and Jack wanted to go get some drinks tonight.” Grayson said, as we were putting everything away in our camera room.

Grayson and I finally finished filming all our videos for next week. Tonight we decided to go have a few drinks with our friends Aaron, and Jack.

* * * *

We were at the bar, drinking and talking, as we waited for another round of shots. I couldn’t help but notice a beautiful girl sitting across the bar. She was sitting with a group of girls who I assumed were her friends. She had on some kind of white shirt that exposed her shoulders, showing off her lightly tan skin. Her hair was pushed back into a low ponytail, giving me a clear view of her face. Her gaze met mine, and her stained red lips formed into a smile.

“Yo E, what are you staring at?” Grayson asked, causing the guys to stop talking, and glancing in the same direction as me.

“Dude she’s hot!” Aaron said, before drinking his beer.

“Go talk to her dude!” Jack said, pushing me off my seat slightly.

“Uh I think she’s coming over here E.” Grayson said. 

And you come over and start up a conversation with just me
And trust me I’ll give it a chance now
Take my hand, stop, put Van the Man on the jukebox
And then we start to dance, and now I’m singing like

She was walking over to our end of the bar with her drink in hand. She had on some tight olive colored jeans, showing off the curves of her hips. She looked tall, but that could’ve been from the heels she was wearing.

She placed the drink down on the counter, and took the empty seat next to mine. 

“Hey, I’m Y/N.” she said, reaching out her hand to shake mine. 

“I’m Ethan. Um n-nice to meet you.” I replied nervously, grabbing her hand in mine to shake it. I noticed her well groomed nails, were polish a soft pink color.

* * * *

I introduced her to the guys. After a while they left, and so did her friends, leaving just me and Y/N. I told her about myself, and about YouTube. She thought it was pretty cool, and promise that she’ll watch some of our videos. We spent over an hour talking getting to know each other a little bit, while we enjoyed a few more drinks.

She was sitting in the bar stool, swaying back and forth to the music playing on the juke box. 

“Want to dance?” I asked, holding out my hand.

“Sure.” she smiled, taking my hand and we walked over to the dance floor.

Originally posted by cannotthinkstraight

Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don’t mind me
Say, boy, let’s not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead

Her hands were placed on each of my shoulder, while my hands were at the small of her back as we swayed to the rhythm of the music. Her eyes were locked on the ground, I couldn’t tell if it was because she was nervous or is she was scared that I was going to step on all of her toes. Even with heels on she was still short than me. Her forehead only measured up to my chin. Chuckling at the thought of how much shorter she’ll be without the heels on. I guess she heard me, which caused her eyes to dart up at me. 

“What?” she asked, eyes meeting mine.

“Nothing, you’re just pretty short.” I said, flashing her a smile, making her playfully roll her eyes at me.

We continued to talk while we were dancing. Somewhere in the mist of our conversation, I couldn’t help but her lost into her soulful eyes. They had a sparkle to them, that captivated me. She was truly so beautiful. I guess she noticed I had stop paying attention, so she grabbed both of my hands that were resting on her back, catching me off guard. She moved them down to her waist, hooking her arms around the back of my neck. Pulling me closer. Our bodies were so close that it sent electric shocks through me as we swayed slowly on the dance floor to the music.

I’m in love with the shape of you
We push and pull like a magnet do
Although my heart is falling too
I’m in love with your body

We continued to move slowly to the music. My hands still on her waist. Wishing that they could be all over her right now. I wanted to run my hands over every line, every curve on her body. Memorizing her body. I wanted to taste her pink lips, and feel her wavy hair between my fingers. I wanted to love every inch of her.

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And last night you were in my room
And now my bedsheets smell like you
Every day discovering something brand new
I’m in love with your body

I opened my eyes to see Grayson with his phone in my face. I smacked it away, annoyed at how he always loves to wake me up.

“Woah! Did you guys have sex last night?” he asked. He raised his eyebrows, picking up a condom wrapper off the floor.

“Are you cheating on me Ethan?” Grayson said in his girl voice, fake crying into his hands. 

“Dude get the fuck out!” I yelled, throwing a pillow at him, as he was running out the bedroom.

I turned over to the other side of the bed, and the scent of Chanel perfume filled my nose. Moments from last night flashed back into my head.

* Flashback *

… picking up my pace, I started thrusting harder. Faster. Loud moans escaping her lips every time the thick length of my dick, brushed up against her clit with every thrust. I kissed her hard, feeling myself reaching that point. I gave her one more deep thrust, my groans vibrating through her body, as I released into the condom. I rolled off of her and onto my side, resting my hand on top of her waist pulling her towards me. Falling asleep with my long arm draped around her.

* End Of Flashback *

One week in we let the story begin
We’re going out on our first date
You and me are thrifty, so go all you can eat
Fill up your bag and I fill up a plate
We talk for hours and hours about the sweet and the sour
And how your family is doing okay
Leave and get in a taxi, then kiss in the backseat
Tell the driver make the radio play, and I’m singing like

I met Y/N a little over a week ago at the bar, and almost instantly we had a connection. Maybe that sounds a little cliche, but I like her, and I’m pretty sure she likes me too. We’ve been texting none stop since she left my house early that morning after the bar. She wasn’t like these other girls, she was different. She didn’t care about me being a well known YouTuber. She didn’t treat me like I was “famous”. She treated me like any other normal, average guy. I decided it was time for an actual date. I mean aside from that night, we haven’t been able to hang out or see each other because of both our busy schedules. Her with college and work, and me with filming. I finally had some time off this week, so I decided to call her up, and maybe set up a little something.

* * * *

I decided to take Y/N on a hike, and I would have a nice picnic set up for us under the beautiful LA night sky. I wanted us to be somewhere were we could be by ourselves and really get to enjoy each others company. Talk, and get to know one another a little bit better. 

She told me more about her life, as did I. We talked about her family, about good things, and even the bad things that happened in our lives. We were so comfortable with each other, and there was no doubt that the connection we had was strong. We lost track of time, and by the time I checked my watch it was already a little past midnight. I didn’t want the date to end, but I knew it was time, we both headed home. 

I made sure I had an Uber waiting for us, that way we didn’t have to walk back home. Within a few minutes, the Uber pulled up. I opened the door for Y/N, and she got in sliding towards the window with me getting in right after her. 

I wrapped my left arm around her shoulder, gently pulling her body towards mine. Letting her body fall a little on mine, so she can rest her hand comfortably on my shoulder. 

“Thank you for an amazing date Ethan.” she spoke. Her voice was low, but I was able to make out what she was saying.

“Hopefully we can do this again soon.” I said, looking at down at her with a cocked up eyebrow. This was my way of asking her on another date. 

“I’d love to.” she replied, tilting her head up, and her eyes meeting mine. Impulsively, I leaned down and kissed her. Immediately her hands found the sides of my cheeks, and she kissed me back. My hand found its way to the small of her back, pushing her closer towards me. Without breaking the kiss, she threw one leg over me, and straddle me in the back of the Uber. My other hand rested on the back of her neck. Our kisses became deeper, and more intense. I heard the driver turn up the radio, I’m guessing to block us out, but I didn’t care. 

Our kiss was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. We pulled away to see that we were in front of Y/N’s apartment complex. I was about to tell her goodbye, but without saying a word, she grabbed my hand pulling me out the backseat of the Uber. Walking me up the stairs to her apartment.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don’t mind me
Say, boy, let’s not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead

Home - Jimin Smut

A/N: Requested by a friend (; first smut so if it’s bad please don’t choke me.

Word count: 1.1k

Jimin x Asia

[M]- Includes fluff in the beginning, swearing, thigh riding, and just smut in general. 

‘An inseparable pair soon were parted for a few months as tour came up for Jimin and the boys. Time slowly slipped past; when he came home home early and quite exhausted to settle down his beloved girlfriend, Asia, she had other plans in mind. Surely he gave in.’


Was it an overstatement to say that this has by far been the worst four months of any human being’s life? Surely it was, but for Asia it was an understatement.

It was never really brought up in her mind before he went away on tour but she had noticed scents made an impact on her mood, especially the scent that Jimin carried on. It wasn’t very describable, but it was his. A smell that gave off the vibe of an open-heart and comfort.

Now as time went by, there were few items that carries it which were his sweatshirt, and the pillow that had laid beside her every night. Though it had faded as the days went on.

Of course, it wasn’t just the scent that she missed and that brought comfort. It was simply a nit pick of something she wish there was more of left behind with her as he lived out his dream far away.

His smile, she missed that for sure.

Following up is his laugh.

The way he would crack at his own jokes which lead to Asia simply shaking her head with a big smile that burned her cheeks; vice versa.

The way he surprised her everyday with a new level of kindness and love she never even knew existed.

The way he caressed her on the mattress late at night as they discussed each others life goals, moments, and just life in general. It would go on for hours as he would carefully rub her shoulder, slowly sliding down to her waist as his face would now be buried in the back of her neck.

He listened attentively but she just couldn’t keep focus with his touch. He knew what he was doing while picking up on her notion. As his fingers swiftly slid down her thigh, she would catch herself trembling on her own words.

He would notice she would completely stop talking.

Jimin’s hand would continue sliding until he reached her front.

She missed that.

She missed when he would tell her to continue talking, as he wanted to hear her voice once more as his fingers would crawl and touch on all the right places.

Light moaning.

Warm breath on her neck as he whispered sweet words softly.

The memory streak was now broken as Asia lied in bed right next to the crooked window which peaked open, a colder breeze drifted and hit her neck as if it was doing its best to keep her from furthering into a love sickness

A loud sigh of disappointment escaped her dry lips, sprawled out on the bed with a half-dead phone in hand. She had turned the screen on to check the time and date 10:40 PM, February 14.

Yes, it also happened to be Valentines Day. Not that it was usually a big deal to her, she knew it was just a commercialized holiday which she didn’t pay much attention to either way. It was just the fact she was hurt he didn’t even check on her like he usually did through text or a phone call. Very strange.

She let go of the phone in her hand completely, letting it drop and lightly bounce until it found its comfort.

Burying her face into the cleaned off bedsheets, she reminisced through her thoughts unintentionally once more. House cleaning was already done, the dog had been fed, the room was now tidy. She didn’t really know what to do with herself. Reaching out to friends on this day was useless considering they all were spending gracious amounts of time with their loved ones.

It was as though she felt her heart being knocked out of her chest.

It actually sort of sounded like it too.

Furrowing her eyebrows, she quickly sat up and lightly gasped to see the door was wide open with the man she had been missing for the longest time. Before he even got the chance to speak, Asia shuffled off the bed and into his arms as he let out a loud laugh embracing her back tightly and secure.

“Missed me?” He asked rhetorically with a giant smile he couldn’t wipe off.

“No shit.” She replied without hesitation, getting a kiss on the forehead in response.

The room suddenly got extremely warm like she originally wanted it, the spent minutes catching up on tour, her congratulating him and all that. He even bought her chocolates as he made sure not to forget this ‘holiday’.

The sweets were set on the bedside table as they decided to lay and cuddle for a while, talking as she could already feel that he was extremely tired out. His eyes were heavy but he seemed intrigued in everything she was saying. He even showed it too.

He spooned her, doing what he always used to do now out of habit. It started with a hand on her shoulder, making it’s way up and down her arm before it decided to land on her waist.

He continued to move his hand along her waist down to her thigh, listening closely as well as he didn’t even notice how this was affecting her this time.

Maybe it was the fact Asia had no problem in speaking, nothing seemed out of the ordinary or that she was bothered.

As a matter of fact, she was quite bothered. Bothered at the fact the warmth of his hand would not go where she wanted it to be placed. It actually frustrated her in a sense, she just didn’t want to be vocal about it. She wanted to wait.

But as they continue the conversation, time seemed as it wasn’t the best answer in this scenario. It was the train of thought she took of what to do next which made her completely silent as he was speaking.

“Asia?” He asked in a raspy voice, now moving his hand up to play with her hair.

She looked up too see a small bit of his raven, slightly greased hair that glistened near the light of the table lamp.

Now she had turned her whole body so they would be face to face, leaving Jimin to just stair as his arms moved at the motion.

A sly smirk was painted on his face just by the look his significant other was giving. Truthfully, he couldn’t help but doze off as the silence continued.

“I want you..” Asia trailed, pulling his arm to her side once again, making his eyes open and look down at what she was doing. “Please.” She willingly begged.

Jimin’s mouth made a small 'o’ shape, soon biting his bottom lip lightly as he didn’t want to break down his decision in his head he already had. He was too tired for this but still had that urge in the back of his mind. The words that came out of his mouth rebelled against what his thoughts were.

“Get on then, kitten.” His tone was low and quite fragile, it was enough to make her easily move closer to him. Heat was risen and multiple different area so she obeyed and straddled his right thigh.

His motions were sloppy, but he tried his best to get the pleasure out of her in an instant. He placed both hands on her sides and almost seemed to be pulling her towards himself.

Those notions easily had her lightly grind his thigh, already feeling soaked through her sweatpants. She wanted to take them off so bad but he had kept a grip, as though he was intentionally teasing her; which he was in fact.

Asia gripped at his shoulders to keep a balance,  groaning in a soft manner as the heat was risen even more. Her clit softly grazing over his jeans, crotch easily getting closer and closer to his own.

After a while she had gotten used to the feeling, the softness of his lips collided with her neck, the witness immediately causing more stimulation. She picked up the pace, grazing over and over.

As she was working in reaching her peak, his hands grazed up and under her shirt. The signal was brought her her attention, lifting her arms up he pulled her shirt off and threw it to the ground beside them. He looked down and slid his hands to her back, undoing her bra and sliding that off as well.

Jimin had noticed she’d been pressing down harder, desperately trying to reach her height. It had been noted she was close. She could feel the climax coming in, moaning loudly just to get the full effect.

But right before she could get the ultimate pleasure out of it, he removed his lips from her neck and firmly pushed her off of him which ended in her laying back first onto the bed and him hovering over.

It had gotten to the point where seeing her get all the pleasure made him extremely hard, it hurt every single second he knew she was getting closer. The tent in his jeans now pressed against her crotch, causing the two to both let out a muffled and quiet moan.

His hands slid to the button of her pants, undoing and sliding it down as she chimed in as well.

Now the two were left almost completely naked, except for the underwear that was keeping them apart from what they wanted to be doing.

It was a strange feeling for Jimin, he wasn’t very correlated at the moment. Tired but horny. They both missed this so much it was insane, so it was better to keep on with this.

Asia’s right hand grazed over his bare chest, goosebumps all over their bodies. His hand reached the the band of her underwear, slowly sliding it off with the help of her kicking it to the side.

While his boxer were still on, his hard member hiding inside pounced down right over her clit, grinding slowly as it drove both of them crazy.

Finally he had pulled down the item of clothing and revealed what he had been waiting to let out. He was grinding slowly, leaning in to leave love marks starting at her jaw; trailing down her neck all the way to her chest area. Whines and moans were exchanged, Asia had been begging with an incredibly breathy tone for him to just fuck her.

“Please~” was repeated over and over, her clit throbbing as his member slowly glazed over it.

His lips then went up by her ear, letting out his sweet little words. “You want my cock inside you that badly?” he slurred.

She whined in response, biting deeply into her bottom lip as she couldn’t help but buck her hips up. Quickly he removed his lips from her skin and glared down at her, now holding her hips down to make sure she wouldn’t get off so effortlessly.

Without a word, he slid his cock into her dripping wet hole; not too hard yet not exactly soft. It was perfect. It was as though a weight had been lifted off their backs as a sloppily moved in and out.

Very sloppy to say the least, the pace seemed to be picked up as fast as ever. He watched as her  breasts bounced at the pace, causing him to thrust harder.

Asia was at the point of almost screaming, knowing how much he missed the vocal part of her. Low grunts were let out on his behalf with the occasional high-pitched whine that he couldn’t hold back even if he tried.

At last the light at the end of the tunnel was near, she felt as her heat came closer and closer, crashing into an end of pure bless. She let out a loud and long moan, pushing her beloved over this edge.

“Shit.” He muttered, the last and final hard thrusts were made pushing him over. He pulled out as he moaned softly, stroking his own member as he came all over the bedsheets.

They had both breathed heavily as Jimin took a spot beside her, laying down on his back and catching his breath. The couple took a glance at each other, Jimin showing of his plastered smirk as always.

“I missed this.” Asia breathed out, rolling over on to her side as she placed her head on his chest. His arm held her closer as he licked his lips, now placing a kiss on top of her head.

“I missed you.”

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Bathtub Mermaid

He really shouldn’t be here. The continuous mantra of his discomfort since the very moment he realized just where this supposed “party” he’d been dragged along for as a favor to Mr. Scamm-Newt he quickly corrected himself remembering how his new friend kept reassuring him that it was okay to refer to him by his name. It all had started when Newts older brother sent the invitations for his wedding and for a, and I quote “small get together”. And now here they were both equally uncomfortable at the back tables of the Speakeasy they were unknowingly taken to. Although it did seem like Newt was attempting to ease his nerves much over his own, for which Credence couldn’t begin to express how much he appreciated all that his new friend had done for him. If the night had proceeded with just the two of them making small talk and look down from the stage at just the right time for the dancers to loose one too many articles of clothes. Honestly the performances weren’t bad, quite the contrary they were breathtaking but Credence’s own set of beliefs made him shy away from looking upon the bodies of strangers the way the other men and women in the showroom were. But when Newts brother came up and sweep him away to introduce him to some work friends of his and pulled Credence towards one of the center tables so that he “wouldn’t be alone for long” thats when things started to go downhill for Credence. Stuck on his own and having a center seat to the next performance but still too anxious to move on his own towards the back tables, ‘what if he moved and Newt couldn’t find him’ he reasoned as he slowly settled into his new seating almost seemingly attempting to hide into himself, almost like a turtle. As expected the next performance started as the light dimmed down to a single spotlight soft music starts to play, much slower than the last, a piano ballad commenced and Credence could swear there was the faint smell of soap and flowers. 

“Rise and fall Silver moon tide erased my foot prints 

Then I picked up broken scales

 Stuck them to my tail “

 A single performer appeared on the enchanted stage which now resembled a glamorous bathroom and center stage was a young woman within a large bathtub. The soft chalk like colors surrounding them making the brilliance of the jewels adorning them almost hypnotic.

“ Ah~ If love truly makes you blind 

Then I guess There is no need 

 I’ll trade my eyes So you can see for me”

 This performance was much more delicate than the ones before it. Showing more of an innocent view towards sensuality, using the water and suds to show a softer side of burlesque and making sure to leave the audience wanting more. Your routine had it own dare he say magical aspect to it, and not just because you literally had a mermaid tail at the beginning of your performance and now your slowly sticking up your very much human legs. The sight quite literally robbed him oh his breath, watching the water and bubbles run down your legs was almost too much for him. He couldn’t look away it felt like you were calling out to him and the rest of the world didn’t matter anymore. 

“ And then I gave you my eyes 

To see all the colours 

And then I gave you my ears

 To hear all the sirens And then I gave you my heart 

To fill in the emptiness chest And then I gave you my brain 

So that you can learn to love”

 Nearing the end of your performance you were almost entirely out of bubbles to pop and Credence could now clearly see the long row of pearls curled around your neck and reaching down your curves as you deliberately bended over giving the audience a view of your backside as you stepped out of the tub and softly sashayed your way across the stage towards the edge. And now only a foot of distance between you and him and Credence couldn’t control the butterflies in his stomach, much less his erratic heartbeat. You must have noticed his flushed face because at the end of the song you blew a kiss in his direction and heart shaped bubbles glided in his direction. It took a few minutes for Credence to come back down to earth at being noticed by someone as beautiful as you, Newt literally had to place his hand on his shoulder and shake him a bit in order for Credence to even notice that Newt was next to him. “Well…wasn’t that quite the showstopper” Newt teased seeing how you had quite literally left his friend speechless. “I’ll be honest with you Credence this “bathtub mermaid” aesthetic is nice and all but real sirens-“ Credence was only halfway paying attention to Newt ramble about his experiences with sirens back at Hogwarts during his youth seeing as how he was still on cloud nine. It wasn’t until an elf brought their table a bubbling pink drink and placed in front of him that they both noticed someone else was at their table trying to catch their attention. 

"Excuse me, but- um.. I didn’t order this” Credence almost mumbled as he tried to find his voice. “I know” the house elf curtly replied “Its from her” he answered with a dismissive point of his head behind him as he walked away. As both Credence and Newt curiously followed his departure they turned to see you at the bar sending a smile and a wave of your hand. “Unexpected and yet completely expected…well are you going to go to her? Newt turned to look at Credence who already seemed like he was itching to go over to you. ” You wouldn’t mind?“ He questioned "Of course not!” Newt reassured “Go ahead I’ll be here and make sure Theseus doesn’t do anything too stupid, or at least that I’m there to witness when he does” Newt chuckled as Credence took a deep breath and slowly walked over to you, almost tripping over his own feet in his nerves. “Hello…” he blanked out on what to say so nervous that it was a miracle he was even able to open his mouth. You were more clothed now, in a long flowing dress that practically pooled at your feet and made you look almost ethereal. “Hello to you too” you laughed softly as you introduced yourself and invited his to sit next to you and started to talk to him Credence decided he wouldn’t let this be the last time he got to see you.

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Originally posted by chwelove

Pairing: Vernon x OFC featuring S.Coups & Jeonghan

Genre: Fluff, angst, suggestive smut

Word Count: 2842

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Summary:  Just as the moon had her scars and imperfections, so did she. And he loved every bit of it. To him, she was the moon that shone brightest in these rare moments. The moon who’s light had been dimmed. To her, he was the sun that would eventually, light her up in every way. Only she hadn’t accepted it yet. She hadn’t yet accepted the light slowly growing inside her chest, but it wouldn’t be long until she did.

“If you can love the wrong one so much, just imagine how much you can love the right one.”

A/N: ALRIGHT! It’s finally here! I have been working on this for weeks, maybe even a month lol. I think I got a little too many people excited for this. This is a little different from what I’ve previously written. It’s going to be one hell of a ride, I can promise you that. A huge thank you to @tookorean. Thank you for editing! You’re the best. Here’s a little present on my birthday to you all <3 Enjoy!

The colorful lights bounced around while the music swallowed the place whole, beating against her eardrums. This wasn’t anything new. She was more than used to this atmosphere.

Her uncle owned the club and about a year ago, he left her in charge as he took care of his other businesses. He trusted her enough, as she was of age and more responsible than any other twenty-one-year-old he’d met. She, respected him in return, treating him like her own father.

Besides, there wasn’t anything particular she planned to do with her life anytime soon. Any plans were washed away with her past relationship. She had lost her motivation and enthusiasm, burying both deeply within herself.

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anonymous asked:

For the prompt thing, could you do 29 or 30 Ereannie OR 1 or 4 Jeankasa? I love your fics, they're always so good!

Prompt 4: “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?” 

Jeankasa fluff, ft. jean being a nervous wreck. 

He couldn’t stop staring at her. Not that that was different from any other day; Mikasa Ackerman was a glorious sight to behold, be it when she was slaying titans, riding off into the sunset on a horse, or simply standing by Eren’s side. Everything she did, she did with precision and refinement, honing her body into the shape he knew even the men of the Survey Corp wish they had. In Jean’s eyes, she was perfect. Yes, she did have her flaws, as any human being would, but he acknowledged them too. It didn’t make her any less magnificent to him.

But that was not the reason for his staring this time. This time, he stared, because she kept fidgeting on the chair she sat in. Her lips pursed, and her brows furrowed, like she was uncomfortable with something. Was it the chair? Eren, the idiot, hardly picked up on her fidgetiness, his back was turned to her, and he was chatting excitedly with Armin about the Ocean they’d seen months back. The rest of the dinner table didn’t notice a thing either.

Captain Levi sipped at his black tea, ignoring the rest of the world, Commander Hange discussed base tactics with her new underling over some bread and beans. Sasha was too busy chowing down to pay anyone attention, and Connie…Well, Connie never really picked up on anything until it was too late.

So, there was Jean. He decided he’d wait until everyone else cleared the table and went to kitchen duty, while the veterans headed to bed. Then he’d find out what was eating away at Mikasa.

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Sick As A Cat

Since my other little fic seemed to be kinda popular, I made a little follow up to it. Sequel to this. Enjoy! I’m Miraculous Trash

“Ugh, this is just too unbearable Alya!” moaned Marinette to her friend as they made their way home from school.

“I don’t see why you’re complaining,” commented Alya. “You’ve already had the flu, the worst is over for you. In fact, I’m pretty sure you’re the one who spread the thing.”

“Oh yeah? Well if that’s true how come you’re not sick then?”

“Girl, please. My family is huge, I’m practically immune to germs. No flu would dare try and get close to me.”

“Fair enough,” said Marinette with a sigh. “At least I have you, but Adrien hasn’t been at school all week!”

“I know it’s a shame,” mocked Alya as she checked her phone. “You might actually pay attention in class.”

“Oh ha ha, very funny,” said Marinette, rolling her eyes. “But it’s not just about not seeing him. When I had the flu, I was miserable. But I at least had my mom and dad to take care of me, I feel like Adrien doesn’t really have that.”

She failed to mention she also had Chat Noir looking after her, spoon feeding her soup and fluffing her pillows, but she had chalked the whole ordeal up to a fever dream. She hadn’t asked Tikki about it and Tikki hadn’t brought it up.

Alya’s face lightened at her friend’s sincerity. “Ah girl, that’s too sweet,” she said. “Ya know, I bet he’d really love some of your famous homemade chicken soup. Especially with that fancy sweet bread.”

“You’re right Alya!” said Marinette happily. “I’m gonna go home and get started. You’re the best!”

She shot off like a rocket towards her house, utterly determined. Alya couldn’t help but laugh. “Save me some of the sweet bread!” she shouted after her. “It was my idea, and you know it’s my favorite!”


“Oh Tikki, it’s perfect!” mused Marinette as she looked at her finished creation. She had truly outdone herself. In addition to making her famous soup and her mother’s signature sweet bread, she had packed the whole thing into personalized basket she had designed herself. She carefully wrapped the food so it would stay warm, and then decorated that packaging as well.

“I gotta say, Marinette, it looks as good as it smells!” chimed in Tikki. “And if it tastes half as good, it’ll probably be the best thing he’s ever eaten.”

She couldn’t help but blush. “Oh, no way. I mean he probably eats at super fancy restaurants all the time, I mean this is just something small, I mean-.”

“Marinette, stop! He’s gonna love it!”

Marinette was undoubtedly a hyperactive mixture of excitement and nerves.  Tikki made sure that she signed her name and placed it visibly in the basket so the past would not be repeating itself. She gathered her creation in her arms and prepared to venture towards Adrien’s house. She had one foot out the door when suddenly-

“Where’s Ladybug?!” cried a panicked citizen as it ran past the bakery, several more following. Marinette managed to stop one to ask what all the fuss was about, apparently a disgruntled city hall employee was wreaking havoc, something about sucking the fun out of everything.

Great. The last thing she needed right now was an akuma attack. Hopefully, Chat Noir was already on the scene and the whole ordeal would be over quickly.

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Confessions / Reveal

YOU KNOW I’ve done two vaguely LadyNoir fics for this week already but 1) that’s never enough and 2) has Marinette suffered enough? I think not

Also this is a TOTALLY different side of that love square so

Honestly I don’t see how the final reveal or some kind of communication within the love square couldn’t be super sweet and saccharine, but if anyone would react badly to anything I think it would be Marinette. And hey! it’s fun to write bad reactions so herrreeeee we go

Confessions / Reveal - a Ladrien / Adrinette angst fic (1837 words)

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Replacement | Kim Mingyu & Jeon Wonwoo | Requested

Request: Mingyu angst, a bit fluffy? Like his gf is a Pledis stylist but there was a new fem trainee in Pledis and he starts straying away from the gf (reader) and in the end she nearly dies (by whatever) but Wonwoo saved her so now she’s with Wonwoo tysm 

Pairing: Mingyu X Reader X Wonwoo

Genre: angst/fluff

Word Count: 1,887

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long get out! Thank you for requesting, and make sure you request more when we open again! Btw I’m sorry it’s so long and so over dramatic. I definitely got carried away while writing this. This is my first ever request so I’m really nervous, but I hope you like it!

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Roommate Chapter 1

I’ve always wanted to write a chaptered work, but I’m not sure about it… Tell me if you guys want me to continue this? Thanks! ^^

Anyways, as a celebration for Taehyung’s birthday, here’s Roommate!

Group: BTS

Genre: Angst/fluff

Pairing: Reader/Taehyung

Plot: Your life as a trainee under EliteSkill Entertainment was uneventful and just plain torture, that is until you meet Kim Taehyung, a trainee under BigHit Entertainment.

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3

Originally posted by taetaehyungs

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Mommy Winchester (Part 2)

Winchesters x reader

Warnings: Language, Violence

A/N: Events of the show will not be in order (so probable spoilers)

“So you’re going to be okay staying with Nancy and Fred?” you worry, crouching down to your sons height. “I only have to run back to the office for a few things, and then I’ll be right back, I promise!”

“It’s okay, Mommy,” he gives you his toothy grin. “Nancy is gonna make cookies!”

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Home (5/?)

Back, Forward

(Thank you so much! That really means a lot to me. I hope you and everyone else continue to enjoy it.)

(As promised, Alfred x Arthur time alone lol.)

Summary: After meeting Alfred on an online site for omegas and alphas to find a mate, Arthur decides to make a trip to America to find out if Alfred really is the right mate for him, and if Alfred will think Arthur is the right one too.
AU: Omegaverse AU, Cowboy AU
Warnings: This will be a slow start fic kinda. In later chapters there will be NSFW content but for now just expect fluff and awkwardness.

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An Undertale Fanfiction

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / AO3 LINK
Characters: Sans, Grillby, Papyrus, Royal Doggies
Setting: Baby Blaster AU
Contains: SAD CHILDREN. Mentions of child abuse.
Synopsis: A little more light is shed into the children’s dark past. A family is created and an old warrior is called to aid.



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5SOS Preference #2.

Preference: That Awkward First Meeting.

Luke“Shit, I’m so late,” He grumbled, checking through his bedside drawer for his keys that he just knew he placed inside the night before when he laid down to sleep. It was nearing three in the afternoon, and he was supposed to meet Calum and Ashton downtown for lunch before they went to meet Michael at the studio. Of course, he was supposed to be there by two-thirty, but he’d gotten caught up in an afternoon nap and he slept longer than he intended to. When he woke up, he had a lot of messages from his band mates, both of them scolding him for being late to what was supposed to be a casual hang out before they all had to go to work, being serious. Luke groaned aloud, not finding his keys in the drawer like he thought. He spat out curse words as he traveled downstairs, finding them sitting on his coffee table next to his phone (which he thought he already placed into the back pocket of his jeans). “Damn, I need to get my act together.” He laughed to himself as he picked both his keys and his phone from the table, exiting his home as he took off in his car down the street to the town. He hoped that Calum and Ashton were still waiting for him; surely they wouldn’t leave without meeting him, would they? Luke sped as fast as he could without endangering the streets, only going a good fifteen miles over the speed limit so that he could get to the cafe safely but in a timely manner. He parked down the street from the building, locking his car as he exited and did a soft jog towards the doors. His blue eyes were glued to the screen of his phone as he continued speed-walking, answering the multiple texts he had from his best friends. He chuckled at his reply to them, but his laughter was quickly replaced with a groan as his phone was slapped out of his hands and down onto the cement beneath his feet. “What in God’s name just happened?” He questioned, finally looking up as he saw a young girl standing in front of him, her eyes wide and a hand covering her mouth. Her hair was messy, her clothes were wrinkled, and her eyes were red and puffy. She looked a complete mess, and any anger Luke held towards her suddenly vanished as he took in her disheveled appearance. “I’m so sorry, I was trying to hurry home and I wasn’t paying attention to where I was running.” She muttered out in a hushed, quick tone. She bent down and picked Luke’s phone off of the ground, a grin slowly making its way onto her face as she showed him that the screen was still fine and not scratched. Luke graciously took his phone from her hands. “Are you okay? You look awful,” He stated, stuttering once he realized how awful he sounded. The girl laughed, nodding her head slowly as she placed her hands across her chest. Luke finally noticed that she was holding a bra in her hand, and he wondered just what had happened to her. “Have you ever heard of a ‘walk of shame’?” She asked, and Luke’s eyebrows rose to almost his hairline as he nodded to her question. “Well, today it’s a run of shame. I was supposed to be home almost three hours ago to meet up with my parents and watch their house for them while they went out of town.” She explained, and Luke couldn’t help the laughter that left his mouth. “You’re running just a little bit late, don’t you think?” He taunted her, his dimples deep as he stuck his hand out for her to shake. “I’m Luke,” He introduced himself happily, and the girl grinned back, but she didn’t stick her hand out to take his. “I would shake your hand, really, but I don’t want my boobs to just, ya know…” She awkwardly giggled, moving so that Luke could see the material of her bra hanging in her fist. He shrugged in understanding. “It was nice to meet you, Luke. Sorry about your phone, but I’ve really gotta run now!” She said, walking slightly past him before he turned around and was now facing her backside. She had a nice ass, he noted. “What’s your name, stranger? I told you mine!” He said, and she sighed as she turned back around to face him. “I’m (Y/N). Look me up on Facebook later!” She answered him before taking a full sprint towards her home.

Ashton: It was fitness Friday, and Ashton was doing his cardio routine in the gym. This routine consisted of pull ups, push ups, sit ups, and a run on the treadmill. It was nothing out of the ordinary for him, since he was used to keeping his body in shape; however, some of the other people in the gym were struggling. By the time he’d done his second set of pull up reps, some of the other guys in the gym were just now finishing up their first set of sit ups. He wasn’t one to judge, none the less, since he was glad they were trying to keep themselves in shape as well. However, he did take notice of one particular girl in the gym. She wore BEATS headphones, her phone held against her sweaty waist in the band of her yoga pants. He couldn’t lie and say that he hadn’t checked her out, since she did have quite the nice body; but he could say that he wasn’t going to go up to her out of the blue to make conversation. That would be considered weird, wouldn’t it? He couldn’t think of any other conversation starter other than asking her why she was at the gym; the answer was obvious, Ashton could tell, because she’d been on the treadmill for a good ten minutes doing slow jogs. She was working on her cardio, just as well as him. He let himself down from his station, his arms aching in a good way as he relaxed his muscles. Ashton licked his sweaty lips as he walked over to his bag, grabbing his bottle of water he packed as his eyes trained onto the girls running body. Her hair bounced in her high ponytail as she ran, her arms held up and her mouth pursed as she practiced breathing through her nose and out of her lips. “I could go for a run myself,” Ashton smirked, talking to no one in particular besides himself. He placed his water bottle down and grabbed his own phone and headphones, placing his phone against his own sweaty hips in the band of his shorts. He walked over and got onto the treadmill next to the girl’s, starting it up at a higher setting than her own. She looked over at Ashton as she ran, smiling widely, showing her white teeth. Ashton smiled back and winked at her, putting his headphones in his ears as he started playing his workout playlist before he placed his feet on the revolving belt below him. He started running, full force. His legs were already a little shaky from the pull ups he’d been doing, so he was struggling to actually keep up with the speed of the treadmill. He wished he hadn’t planned to impress the gym girl, but he knew he couldn’t change the speed setting. That would make him seem like he couldn’t handle a simple run, and he didn’t want her to think that he was any less fit than she was. How was he to impress her if he couldn’t even keep up with her, right? Ashton started panting, his legs getting tired as he tried to run and not slip off of the treadmill. Unfortunately, he turned his attention towards the girl just as she stopped her own treadmill, and as soon as she stepped off of the belt, Ashton’s feet slipped out from under him and he went flying off of the machine. “Oh my god!” The girl gasped, running over to Ashton as he laid on his stomach, much too embarrassed to roll over and look at the pretty face he’d tried so hard to impress. “Are you okay?” She asked him, putting her hands on his back. Her touch was surprisingly cold, considering how sweaty she seemed when Ashton was eyeing her earlier. He nodded slowly, sighing out loudly as he removed his headphones from his ear. “I think I started too high,” He explained, rolling slowly onto his back as he looked up at the girl kneeling beside of his body. She was certainly pretty, with high cheekbones and long eyelashes. She giggled and shrugged her shoulders, removing her headphones from her head and resting them around her neck. “I’ve done that a time or two, believe it or not. Do you need any help getting up?” She stood, offering Ashton to take her hand for him to stand with her. He accepted her offer, holding onto her hand a minute longer as he stood taller than her. “I’m Ashton,” He greeted her, shaking her hand briefly before finally releasing her soft skin from his own. “(Y/N). I’ve never seen you at this gym before, are you a new member?” She asked, looking at the shirtless boy beside her. “No, I only come on Fridays. Those are my free days.” He explained as they moved their conversation to their gym bags. (Y/N) nodded, staring at the boy she was suddenly interested in. “Maybe we can make this a friendly thing then, huh? We can work out together on Fridays.” She suggested and Ashton shrugged, silently agreeing with her. “As long as you promise not to get hurt next time,” She laughed, causing the older boy to blush and roll his eyes.

Calum: “What time does this movie even start?” You asked your friend, sitting in the theater while the previews for new movies were still playing. She sighed, shrugging her shoulders as she looked over at you with bored eyes. You’d been fidgeting non-stop since you arrived at the movies just ten minutes ago. You weren’t sure why you were so anxious, or why your nerves were so worked up, but you were already dying to go home and get back into your bed. You shouldn’t have agreed to come out tonight; you were still in a weird place since your most recent break up with your ex-boyfriend, Tony. That was probably why you were so nervous; you were scared that you were going to run into him in public. You were just starting to heal from the damage your heart suffered when he broke up with you just last week, and you figured going out with your friend for a few hours would make you feel a little better; but you were so wrong. “Just be patient, (Y/N). You’ll be fine.” Your friend scolded, mentally cursing herself for bringing you out so soon after your break up. You scoffed and rolled your eyes at her as another preview for another movie came onto the screen. “Look, I can’t handle this tonight. Can we just go?” You begged her, and she shook her head with narrowed eyes as she pulled her phone out, going onto Facebook to waste time during the previews. “Would you just calm down? This is a movie we’ve both been dying to see! Besides, we already paid for the tickets, so we’re staying.” She grumbled, causing you to groan aloud, and other people to shush you for being so loud in a room that was supposed to be quiet. Your friend laughed at the scolding you received, and you flipped her off while sticking your tongue out. “I’m gonna go smoke before this stupid thing starts.” You told her as you stood, making your way through the aisle. You huffed and walked outside of the movie plaza, feeling the November air cold and rainy on your sweater as you fumbled in your pockets for your pack of cigarettes you bought before you came to town. You finally got a grasp on the pack of menthols, opening them up to smell the mint tobacco you’d became obsessed with in past years. “Now, where is my lighter?” You asked to yourself, turning around quickly as you heard the door to the theater opening. A younger guy, wearing a beanie and a sweater walked outside, his hand already holding a cigarette and his other hand holding a lighter. You smiled briefly at him as you continued to search for your own lighter, patting your jean pockets down. “Shit,” You cursed, not feeling the familiar lump in your pockets. The boy who was also smoking turned his attention towards you, lighting his own cigarette in the process. You figured you probably left it in the car, but before you could even take a step off of the curb to the parking lot, a car sped by and hit a puddle of rain water. The water splashed up onto you, soaking the entire front of your outfit and hair. The boy behind you choked on his smoke, trying not to laugh at the unfortunate event as you stood still. “Could my life get any worse?” You asked sarcastically, taking your sweater to try and ring some of the water out of it. Of course your cigarette was now ruined, and you had no other clothes to change into. You were going to be wet and cold during the entire movie. You pouted, tears brimming your eyes as you started to walk towards the door. “Here,” The boy said, holding out another cigarette for you to take. You looked down at his outstretched hand, skeptical, but you sighed and took it from him anyway. “Do you have a light?” You asked, and he nodded as he walked over, cupping his hands over the end of the cigarette as his lighter burnt a flame and you lit your cigarette. “Thank you,” You graciously said, the nicotine warming your body. He nodded at you and smiled politely, putting his lighter back into his pocket. “I figured that was the least I could do for you.” He said, laughing lightly in the process. You rolled your eyes, leaning against the brick building that you shouldn’t have came to in the first place. “I really appreciate it. That’s probably the nicest thing that’s happened to me in a week and a half,” You rolled your eyes, and the boy beside of you raised his eyebrows. “I’m sorry. You can tell me about it if you want?” He offered, sitting down on the curb. You shrugged, going to sit next to him. “I’m Calum, by the way. Didn’t want you feeling weird telling your story to a stranger,” He explained, and you smiled widely at him. Though you were freezing, the politeness of this cute boy made you feel warm on the inside. “Nice to meet you, Calum. I’m the train wreck they call (Y/N).” Calum laughed at your introduction, and eventually, the two of you sat outside the movie theater and talked. You missed your movies, but neither of you could complain about how you spent your time otherwise.

Michael: He was no good at driving. Everyone knew that; that was why Luke usually drove him around when they were home. But today, Luke was busy and Calum was out of town and Ashton was too sick to get out and drive Michael down to GameStop to pick up his pre-ordered Call of Duty game. Of course, Michael had his own license, but he barely trusted himself to drive two blocks, lead alone and entire twelve miles into the city to pick up something as small as a video game. He even tried getting a hold of Luke’s mom to see if she could drive him; but she was helping Luke prepare things for his brother’s birthday, and she didn’t have the time to take him either. He was going to have to take measures into his own hands and drive himself to GameStop, which he was nervous about. However, he pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and he made his way out into his father’s car as he drove, quite slowly, to the store. Surprisingly, as he drove, he did not make any errors as he usually would have. He went the speed limit, only getting passed a few times. He paid special attention to street lights and street signs, only getting a few middle fingers and curse words thrown his way. Michael was content with this specific driving experience; that is, until he got to GameStop. He missed the turn to pull into the store’s parking lot, so he pulled an illegal u-turn, where his car turned to be just inches from slamming full speed into a pedestrian. A pedestrian who happened to be one attractive female; even though she was pissed off and slamming her fists into the hood of Michael’s car. Other cars were driving past the scene, honking their horns and yelling at Michael for stopping and blocking half of the street that the store was located on, but he was more concerned with the girl that he almost ran over. “Who in the actual hell gave you a license?” The girl asked, her hands balled up into fists as she stood in front of the car. She had no intentions of leaving, in fear of Michael running her over intentionally. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders, not really sure who the tester was or why he decided to pass Michael and give him his license when he was clearly not ready to drive in the world. “Look, I know I almost hit you with my car, but it was an accident!” He defended himself, laughing lightly at how funny the situation actually was. “What were you doing walking in the middle of the street, anyway?” Michael questioned the girl, and she rolled her eyes as she finally removed herself from the front of the car. “It’s a crosswalk, you imbecile.” She pointed to the street poles, which did indeed have a walking meter. Michael blushed at how he had missed the poles, and how he hadn’t even seen the walking meters flashing before he attempted to make a u-turn to get into GameStop’s parking lot. “All I can do is apologize to you,” Michael concluded, crossing his arms over his chest in an assertive stance. The girl scoffed, putting her hands on her hips. “You almost kill me, and all you’re going to do is apologize?” She taunts, a smile finally coming up on her face as well. That made Michael feel less guilty, but she still held the point of him almost critically injuring her. “What do you want from me?” He pleaded, just wanting to go to GameStop to pick up his game. He wanted to get the game, go home, play it until the late hours of the night, and then tweet about how insane the game graphics were the next day. The girl put a hand to her chin as if she were seriously thinking about what Michael could do for her. “What’s your name?” She asked him. “Michael.” He answered skeptically, eyeing her as she moved to the driver’s side of his car. She opened the door and lifted her small figure into the seat, buckling herself into the seat. “Look, I know we just met, but you obviously can’t drive yourself safely. So, I’m gonna drive you wherever.” She said. “Besides, this is a nice car, so you can repay me for almost taking my life by letting me drive this baby for a minute,” She smirked, rubbing the interior of the dashboard of Michael’s car. He sighed and thought hard about it. Was it safe to let a stranger drive his car? He didn’t know her at all; not even her name and she knew his. Then again, he saw her point about almost killing her. But, she was attractive, and Michael might not regret spending just a few extra minutes with her. He nodded at her proposition, moving to the passenger side of the car as he slid into the seat and buckled himself in. “Driver-” She cut him off, waving her finger at him. “(Y/N). My name is (Y/N).” She corrected him, a smile on her pink lips. Michael nodded at her, clearing his throat before he looked out of the windshield. “(Y/N), to GameStop, please.” He said, and she nodded as she put the car in drive and drove the both of them, safely, to the store in which Michael had tried his hardest to get to. Situations like these are why they shouldn’t let men drive. Right?

Out of the Woods AKA Kibbles-Bits called my Bluff and now I Gotta

*I threatened @kibbles-bits with a Grasper fic if she put New Home Chapter 4 in the trash can, and she called my bluff. Sooooo enjoy. @graspertrash and @grasperbomb

A Grasper Fanfic

By A Clown Army

“Greg, it’s on fire.”

Greg sighed. “Er, it’s supposed to be on fire, Jasper.”

The Gem furrowed her brow. It make the muscles around her gemstone nose  press against it. “So it’s okay when THIS is on fire, but not the tent.”

“We sleep in the tent. It can’t be on fire.”

“Oh yeah, fire hurts you.” Jasper replied, leaning back against the log. “I’ll bet you think I’m stupid.”

“Nope. Not your fault you forget I’m not a Gem.”

“Yes, it is.” Jasper shot back, and Greg thought better of responding.

They watched the flames quietly. Greg reached into his bag – he knew just the thing to grab. He produced a truly giant bag of marshmallows. “S'mores?” He said with a grin.

Jasper looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”


“Your words are slurring. I don’t know what that means.”

Greg blinked. “Uh, no, smores are a thing.” He opened the bag. “You take marshmallows and melt them over the fire along with chocolate, and then you put them between two gram crackers….”

Jasper rolled over. “Human food? Perhaps later. Go ahead.”

Greg frowned a bit, but took his expertly sharpened roasting stick, attaching the marshmallows to it. He hasn’t expected it to be this awkward. Perhaps he should have, but she was far less recalcitrant with him. “So the Gems are gone for the week, right?”

“Yeah. Some mission, I don’t care about it.” She gripped the log she was sitting on, tearing grooves into the bark. “Lapis and Peridot hunting some gem monster that’s been tearing up the coast. I should be with them, but….they wanted to make sure you’re protected, since we were planning this and you wouldn’t stay in.”

“What’s bugging you, Jasper?”

Jasper immediately sat up, her mane of white hair shedding dirt instantly in a shower. “Nothing’s wrong with this. I like this fine. I wish it would keep going, quietly, without having to talk about all the disasters waiting for us when we get out of this forest and back to your carwash and…”


Jasper narrowed her eyes. She looked exhausted. “You interrupted me.”

“Because you were going to say something else and you know how I feel about it.”

“Yep. Am I wrong, though?”

Greg rolled his eyes. “I dunno how I can convince you he’s not her.”

“Well, then stop trying.” Jasper snapped. “I don’t care if he doesn’t remember the war. I KNOW he’s not the same person. But he’s still a Rose Quartz – the only Rose Quartz. Homeworld needs him.”

“I need him!”

“I need you too, but you’re not going to last forever!” Jasper snapped. “And eventually he’s going to have to go back!”

Greg said nothing. Stunned, he stared at Jasper, his hand limp. The night was silent, save for the crackling of flames.

“Is that supposed to be on fire?” Jasper broke the silence.

Greg yanked the oozing marshmallows back, grimacing.


Greg needed a walk. As much as liked spending time with Jasper, it was the times like this that he need a break from her. Especially when this subject game up.

The forest was dense – the sun was starting to set, and Greg could feel it on the wind. He wasn’t much for the woods – give him the beach any day, with his family and the van. But it was easier to get away from said family here, and the problems that plagued them both. He could hear birds chirping as he walked along, his mind troubled.

Branches rustled as the birds suddenly took flight, panicked screeches fading into the distance. Greg jumped. He listened, but everything was quiet. And it stayed quiet

Greg pulled his flannel jacket around himself to fight off the chill, even though it was warm. He started to walk. A nearby bush responded, shaking violently before something large darted away.

“Oh boy.” Greg muttered under his breath. He’d read the wilderness safety guide Steven had insisted he take, and tried to remember it. He slowly started to back away.

Bushes behind him erupted into movement, before dying down. Greg spun around, even through whatever was there was most likely gone, only to appear later. He’d wished he’d brought a gun, as he heard the sound again.

He didn’t even get around before the massive shape rushed him, taking him up off his feet. He grunted as he was deposited roughly into the nearby shrubbery, the heavy form on top of him. He gulped – he could feels its breath, too cold to be natural. It leaned in, with a hungry growl.

Greg blinked in surprise.


Greg couldn’t finish his sentence. Jasper didn’t pull back, resting her gemstone nose against his face. He could feel her grin against his face and beard. “Heh. No survival instinct, Perfect Hot Dog.”

Greg tries to avoid her gaze, to no avail at this range. She laughed. “Oh come on, you can talk now, ’m done.”

Greg pouted, and was sure Jasper could feel it on his face. “Maybe I don’t feel like talking.”

“Okay.” She shrugged. “I’m gonna stay here then.”

“What if I don’t want you to?”

Jasper laughed, shifting her weight slightly. “As if you could do anything to move me.”

Greg groaned. Jasper wasn’t quite as heavy as she looked, but she was good at pinning him down. He couldn’t see anything but her eyes – she was staring at him at point blank.

“You only do this when you want to be serious.”

“What, jump on you and make out? I do that all the time.”

“No, this thing?”

“What thing? You humans need actual names for your ‘things’, I can’t keep track of everything you call 'things’.

Greg furrowed his brow, and Jasper furrowed back ,wrestling his forehead into submission with hers. This only annoyed him more. “You know what I mean.”


“Yes you do. The face thing. Where you put your gem against my nose and won’t move.”

Jasper smiled, her giant, sharpened teeth showing. “Oh, really?” she said with mock surprise.

“Yeah, you only do it when you want me to talk seriously about something, or you want to talk seriously about something, and you don’t want any excuse to distract you. Besides, you’ve never kept your hands to yourself for this long.”

Jasper chuckled. Even her laughter shook Greg to the bone, her chest resonating against his body. She could probably flatten him if she wanted. Her hair slipped down across his arm. “Right. You pay attention.” She let out a sigh. “But there’s another reason.”

“Well, it’s about as close as you get to apologizing, too.” Greg replied softly. “Annnnnd if I mention it you could probably push my head into the ground with your face.”

“Can. Won’t.” Jasper responded. “Look, about your…Steven.”

Greg said nothng. She continued, her tone losing he sudden bout of uncharacteristic hesitation. “Look.”

She said, eyes averting. “I know you don’t want to lose him. But….it’s gonna happen. Even if it’s a thousand years later, and, well, they’re not gonna wait for it. They’re going to keep coming and destroy this planet and him if they can, unless we go back and make them stop.”

“So, what, go to war?”

“I don’t know, it’s complicated. But I don’t want to take him from you and make you sad – I want to ensure he gets a chance to be a Gem.”

“He’s a Gem now.”

“He’s never seen Homeworld. He needs to set foot on it and decide which side he’s on.” She leaned on his head. “Look, we can argue this all day but we’ll get no-where. I just want you to understand.”

“I don’t think I’m ever gonna understand Jasper. But please, please just….don’t push Steven into this.”

“You don’t think we’re a good enough team? We’ve got a water-master and a tiny genius, I think our team is better than the Crystal Gems.” She rubbed her nose against Greg. “Team Steven, that’s what you call it? Team Steven, eh?”

Greg broke into laughter. He pushed back his forehead, actually succeeding in pushing her up, though it was clear she let him. “God, why do I like you?”

“Because you’re a perfect hot dog.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“Guess not.” She sat up, her hair sliding off Greg’s shoulders, impossibly soft. It felt solid and substantial, even if it was only hard light. Jasper was smiling warmly. That luxurious mane fluttered in the breeze.

Greg didn’t feel the wind. He frowned.

“What?” Jasper said, still smiling, the mane of hair moving to the side of her, revealing a single, giant eye, glaring at him from behind her before it lunged forward.


When Greg woke up, he was surrounded in white hair. It had no smell, but was incredibly soft, and the jostling did nothing to dissuade from from clinging to it. He nuzzled in, oblivious to the strong arms around his leg.

“Um Greg? Not the time!”

His eyes flew open. Through the hair, he could see the forest speeding past, jostling with every step. He remained firmly in place as the wind cut by him. Curious, he looked back.

Another white-haired creature followed them – this, however, was a gargantuan mass, smashing trees aside and sending rocks flying as it barreled after them. Greg could see the flash of several dozen claws striking the ground, propelling it along, and, stabilized in the center, a single, yellow eye, glaring straight at him. He could catch a glint in its center, predatory and hungry.

“A gem monster?”

“What do you think?!” Jasper snapped, frustration in her voice, and impatience. “I get you out of here and then I’m going to make it regret ruining our day!”

“Might want to pick up the pace then.” Greg replied anxiously. The beast bounded off of a particularly large rock, launching itself through the air straight at them. The eye barreled towards them, a gleaming center flashing – a round, yellow gem, unfaceting but brilliantly sparkling, before one of the monster’s claws raked out at him.

Greg struck the tree so hard he could hear it crack beneath him. The world flickered and went dark, a dull thud filling his head as he hit the ground. He opened his eyes to a blur of light, as Jasper stood before the towering beast. Her face gleamed, a massive, piston-like helmet forming as she stepped forward.

“COME ON AND FIGHT A REAL WARRIOR FREAK!” she sounded distant, and Greg closed his eyes.


“Greg. Greg.”

He opened his eyes. It was dark, save for an orange flicker. A great fire blazed – not the little bonfire he’d made with a lighter and some twigs, but a giant pyre made of what looked like whole trees. Jasper’s hulking form was silhouetted by the fire, as she stared down at him, even as she sat at one knee.

“It’s on fire, Greg.” She said.

Greg laughed, and pain made him regret it. He could barely move; he made the effort to look up at her. “Ahh, you okay?”

“Yeah. That monster’s gone.” She said, with none of her usual enthusiasm or disdain.

Greg smiled weakly. “Pretty bad?”

Jasper said nothing.

The human looked up at her. He wanted to lift his arm, push aside that hair and touch her gemstone comfortingly. His body refused. “Don’t worry about it.” Greg said. “The others will find us. Garnet has future vision and there’s a cellphone. You called them?”

“Yeah. They’re on their way, hopefully.”

Greg nodded. “Okay.” He couldn’t see her face, and it started to bother him. “Hey, serious talk.”

Jasper moved in. He could feel the gem against his face and something else – wet, but strange. He remembered that gems didn’t secrete fluid – what they did was something akin to their mass. It felt soft to him. He nuzzled her face.

“You know, it’s going to be fine. I’m okay, and you saved me.” He slipped a hand over hers, far smaller than her powerful paw. “A-and who knows how bad it will be? Besides, as long as you’re here, I think it’ll be okay.”

He could hear Jasper make a sound akin to a laugh.

“Oh,Greg.” She replied, and her voice faltered. “As if you could do anything to move me.”


We’re Supposed to Protect Her: A Criminal Minds Imagine

A/N: Hey, so thank you all again for 800 followers, it’s honestly blowing my mind and I’m really excited for it, so thank you! This is a request for Y/N being the youngest on the team, and so they protect her, but she’s abducted on her way to work one day - Emma

Rating: 14A

Warnings: Y/N nearly dies, cussing


Your tongue traces over your bottom lip and the smooth taste of your coffee coats the inside of your mouth, breathing life into your overtired body, your eyes mere slits in the cool air of your kitchen, you back gently leaned against the counter, your phone across from you.

This had become a morning routine, you didn’t want to have to get up, you didn’t want to have to leave your house, but once you got where you were going it all seemed to dissolve, and you were okay, but for now you took refuge in the three minutes you had left before you were to be on your way, or to be more exact, the three minutes you had before you actually had to be in your car.

Sighing deeply as you brush hair back from your forehead, you set down the mug, undoubtedly leaving a cream coloured ring on the white surface and push yourself off, reaching for your phone and slipping it into its place on your belt before pulling your boot all the way on, mentally preparing yourself to leave your solace.

With your keys in hand, you reach down and pat the top of your dog’s head as he watches you shut the door behind yourself, cutting off the place you found the most comfort, and locking it as you murmur that you’ll be home before he knows it. Did you say that every morning for your benefit, or for his?

As you tuck swing your keys around your finger, you’re reminded of how Morgan always tells you to hold the railing going down the stairs, and you subconsciously do it now, it’s become a habit. Or the way you look both ways before you job across the usually busy sidewalk in front of your house, the way you make sure your license is right beside you when you drive, the way you drive with the carefulness of a beginner.

Things like this came with being the youngest on a team of FBI profilers who took their job seriously, and thought that protecting you was a big part of their job description. “You’re just a baby, you’ve got to be careful” was one of the first things that Derek had ever said to you, followed by “I’m sure Reid with love that his place has been taken”.

As you pull out from your parking spot and stop at the red light that seems to glare down at you, you can’t help but smile of all of the little things that they’ve done, sometimes without thinking, to protect you. Like when you were on your first case, and JJ jumped in front of you when Morgan kicked in the door, just in case anything splintered outward.

Or when Emily would tell you that she just didn’t have a good feeling about your date that night, saying that you were “too young to jump into things”, or Garcia who would offer to do your hair and makeup because she thought that you had no idea what you were doing at your age, or how Spencer would tell you that certain things could impair your growth or take years off of your life, and who would want that when they were still so young?

It was like growing up all over again, watch the road before you cross, wear your helmet when you ride your bike, finish your vegetables, get enough sleep, don’t be afraid to talk about your feelings, wear your coat, don’t use your teeth to open things. But now it was more like is the safety on your gun on? Did you get enough sleep? Is anything bugging you? Is your vest on correctly? Should I drive to the scene?

The memories seemed to make the morning move a little quicker and with less disruption or annoyance than usual, and you find a simple smile falling across your lips before you’re even halfway there.

Paying attention to the car in front of you, you pause at the stop sign before looking both ways and continuing on, but the sound of squealing tires snaps your concentration, and without thinking you slow right down to assess the situation.

Looking to your right, you try to stomp your foot down on the gas as a truck comes barreling toward you, but with the road still wet from last night’s rainfall, your tires can’t grip it well enough, and you seem to spin in place for just long enough to realize that you’re about to be hit by this truck.

Keeping your foot to the floor, your car leaps forward just the slightest, but the sickening crunch of metal against metal jolts you as his bumper hits the tail of your car, spinning you as the seat belt slams against your chest, knocking the wind out of you.

Gasping for air, the car spins once more before coming to an unsettling stop, and your hands flail for the button to the side of your seat, desperation clear on your panicked face as you push it over and over again, finally the belt coming free.

You can hear the near silent dripping of what the scent tells you is gasoline, and you moan as you push open the driver’s side door, before stumbling out onto the littered cement. The man from the truck is already out, and he looks at you with wide eyes and his hands on his head.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I hit the brakes too late and I couldn’t slow down in time, I wasn’t paying attention. Oh god, your nose is bleeding, can you hear me? Miss?” you nod your head, although it feels like it’s stuffed with shards of glass, and reach up to touch your nose, clearly broken as it slides around beneath your fingers.

“It’s okay, it was an accident, I just.. I need to call my boss, I work with the FBI, and I” you can’t find words, you’re stumbling over them and nothing is working, so the man waves you toward his vehicle, which is in much better shape than yours.

“Here” he hands you his cellphone, and as you reach to grab it, he grips your wrist with an uncomfortably tight hand, and you look up at him, confused and unsure. “Get in the truck” he murmurs, and you shake your head, your neck stiff and sore.

“No, let my arm go” you try to pull back, but he’s much larger than you are, and understandably stronger as he pulls you towards him, a burning pain shooting up your entire left side. “No!” You raise your voice, but he spins you so that his hand is against your mouth, and starts dragging you backward.

The heels on the back of your boots scrape across the ground beneath you, pebbles causing slight jolts as you try your hardest to free yourself. He climbs up into the back of the truck, hauling you into the enclosed cab space, and dropping you onto the painful ridges. As you try to push yourself up, he forces your head back down with the toe of his shoe, and you yell as loud as you can.

“Shut the fuck up” he mutters, a guttural voice replacing his seemingly kind one, and you lash out with your legs, landing a blow to his upper thigh, but he seems to take no notice to the fact that you’d hit him, and instead spits down at the floor beside your head.

“Now stay quiet”, his toe meets the side of your head, and you feel a crack in your neck as the inside of the vehicle becomes blurred and dark, tears springing to your eyes you moan softly, and he reaches down, wrapping the cold metal of what you could only think was a chain around your wrist, before it locks to a hole cut out of the side of a heavy wooden box.

Climbing over you, he pays no mind as he steps on the side of your shoulder and a clump of your hair on his way into the driver’s seat, and the loud rumble of the still-drivable truck vibrates beneath your body as your breathing picks up alongside your heartbeat, and you cry out once more, surely drowned out by the noise, and your body painfully slides around the small space as he drives for what seems like forever.


My fist finds the hard tabletop once more and a loud bang accompanies it causing Penelope to jump beside me, her hands pause momentarily before going back to work at the unbelievable pace they had been. “Derek, that isn’t going to help” Hotch’s face is set in its usual stern expression, but beneath it is silent panic, and I shake my head.

“Well what is Hotch? Her phone GPS isn’t working, she hasn’t checked in, she doesn’t do these things. Y/N knows how to be careful, she knows how to be aware of her surroundings, and this isn’t her”. The annoyance is clear in my tone as I try to nail down the overwhelming thoughts in my mind, like a internal hurricane.

“She was at home this morning” JJ breezes through the door breathlessly, Rossi and Spencer trailing behind, and tosses her jacket over the back of a chair as she hurriedly picks up a marker and heads for the board.

“Used coffee mug on the table, no sign of forced entry, no sign of a struggle, the dog was completely calm and had eaten, the door was still locked. This didn’t happen at home, this happened-”

“On her way to work, look” Penelope gestures towards the television and squeezes the trigger on the remote, broadcasting a photo of a car accident on the screen. “It was just confirmed, it’s hers”. Her voice shakes with anxiety and discomfort, and I step closer in order to take a better look.

“She was hit, look at that, there’s clear indentation on the right side of the vehicle, and that paint scrape is definitely not from her vehicle. She was going through the intersection and somebody hit her. What’s the other vehicle description Garcia?”.

She stays silent for longer than I’d like, and as I go to repeat myself, I see the pained expression on her face and the slight shake of her head, her blonde curls bouncing as she does so. “That’s the thing, there was no other vehicle on the scene”.

“Witnesses?” Rossi’s voice breaks through, and she nods, the first sign of excitement filling the small room.

“Red truck, 2008 Dodge Ram 2500, it had significant front end damage but was still drivable, he offered her his cellphone and then she was gone, and he drove away”


“59L is all she got, but I’ve got some possible hits in the surrounding area, there’s 4”


The harsh noise that emanates from your chest would make you cringe if you could have, but as the belt cracks across your face once more you hardly feel the shift of bones beneath the skin like you had the last 5 times.

Your breaths come out noisily, but weak and shallow as you try to soothe the burning beneath your ribs, and with one more sickening hit, he drops the bloodied leather to the floor where it fits right in with the spatter underneath it. “You useless cow, you useless fucking cow” his voice wavers, his tone one that grates against your eardrums and you cough, the reddened drool leaking from your split lip.

Leaning your head back, the restraint around your forehead loosens in the slightest and you try to take a deep breath, but the discomfort brings forth an unintentional wheeze and he turns from the counter where he stands and shakes his head. “You ruined my life, you ruined everything”.

The sound of tools moving around within the rusted red tin causes goosebumps to rise to the surface of your skin, and you shift uncomfortably in the chair, your legs and arms strapped down, although it’s not like you’d be able to use your right leg, and where would you go? You didn’t have the willpower to cross the room, let alone climb the stairs and escape the house.

He saunters toward you, the harsh light bleaching out the instrument he holds, as he gets closer, the scent of body odour strong on his sweat stained clothing as he leans into your personal space, he exudes rage through every pore of his body, including those on his eerily steady hands as he slides the smooth end of the knife that you can finally see across your cheek.

You try to pull away, but he’s made it impossible, and instead you cry out although the sound seems to die out in your throat and he laughs, before lifting up the hem of your shirt and exposing the reddened, bruising skin beneath it.

“I want this to hurt, I want it to hurt as bad as I hurt when you broke my heart you fucking bitch” he hesitates just the slightest, the first wound one that just cuts the skin, and you hiss as the burn that accompanies it seems to bring every other ache in your body back to life.

His sadism should tell you that he would want to take his time with this, but instead he wastes no time in pushing the tip of the knife against the soft flesh, an intimate area that most people don’t see and as it slides in with little deterrence. This time there’s no mistaking the scream that comes forth, and there’s no sound dying out midway, instead there’s the most chilling sound you’d ever made in your life, and he takes his time pulling it back out, the red painted blade pressing once more against yet another place.

“No” you moan, your words slurred with your tears, and you try to prepare yourself to scream once more, try to prepare yourself for the raw feeling in your chest as it pulls itself forth, and he pushes it in much quicker this time, fast and efficient as it slides in and out, again with no resistance.

The black ring that had played around the edge of your vision for as long as you had been here began to increase in size, and you could feel your breathing slow, but your heart still raced inside its cage, slamming against the wall of your chest, keeping you alive. But when the adrenaline stopped, did you?


Spencer holds himself against the back of the seat as I take the corner sharply, my patrol circle becoming more like a trap than anything else, and I sigh heavily as I slow the truck at a red light. “Reid, it’s been hours man, I’m getting real tired of this area”.

His nod is less than comforting, and as I shoot him a look it becomes apparent to him that I need to hear what he has to say to keep myself grounded.

“Well, everywhere else in the outlined area that I calculated is being patrolled by the rest of the team, or local police. We can’t risk leaving here in case the truck shows up, leaving this spot blind is knocking down our percentage rate of finding her” taking a long drink from his bottle of water, I struggle to admit that I agree with what he says, and turn left onto a block that we’d been down time and time again.

As I look out my window at the slowly diminishing sunlight, I gaze over the tree line in hopes that I’d see something - anything to lead me to her. I slow the truck to a crawl, and Spencer perks himself up, his head nearly out the window as he squints to try and get a better take on the surrounding area.

“Car 554 here, I have a possible 10-82” the channel crackles to life, and Spencer spins in his seat, knocking his water and staring intently at the scanner.

“That’s a possible dead body Morgan” he says it as if I don’t know what it is, and I pick up the radio piece on my end and slam down the button.

“Car 554 is it a confirmed 10-82?” Reid is sorting through messily stacked paperwork beside him, and his eyes widen as he slams his finger against the clipboard, bringing my attention to where he’s pointing. Car 554 isn’t even ten minutes from us, and I nod, starting the lights and sirens as I put the gas pedal to the floor as the SUV surges forward.

The voice on the other end comes through once more, but this time with more urgency and a higher tone as he yells into his mouth piece. “10-52 at my position! 10-52! She’s alive, it’s the young girl from this morning, she’s got her ID on her, Agent Y/N Y/L/N”.


The larger man kneels down in the dirt beside you, his shimmering silver blanket causing you to wince as he carefully wraps it around your battered body, and places your head on his knee, pieces of gravel digging into the skin of your scalp. “Stay with me sweetheart, they’re on their way, you’ve made it this far, you’ve gotta hold on”.

His words are barely making it through, but you make quiet noises to show him that you’re still there, and that you’re digging your nails in, and not letting go. The sound of squealing tires on the pavement forces more adrenaline into your system, and you’re sure it’s the only thing keeping you alive at this point.

“Y/N!” Derek’s voice booms over the stagnant air, and you try to move, but the officer places a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Not a good idea sweetheart, hold tight, here they come” the sirens in the background fade as Derek comes into view, his body coming ever closer as he throws himself onto the hard surface, no doubt cutting his knees. His hand gently brushes hair from your face, although it’s stuck with dried blood, and he shakes his head.

“This is all our fault, we’re supposed to protect you, I was supposed to drive you to work today, I could have been there.. I should have been there” tears flow freely on his skin, painting trails against the lines that you’re sure are a product of exhaustion, and as he kisses your forehead, the medics push him from their way.

“Three stab wounds, multiple facial lacerations, suspected broken ribs and a right fractured leg, possible internal bleeding and I’m going to say a collapsed lung, punctured at the least” the older lady is quick to assess, and she carefully lifts your head to wrap a brace around your neck, before asking the officer to move so that she and her partner can get you on a backboard.

“She’s lucky” the woman’s partner mutters as the two of the lift you, pain radiating through your body as the board is placed on top of a stretcher. “Careful with the straps” he says, his voice louder this time, and if your eyes would roll you’d roll them.


Sitting bedside had never been so hard in my life, and as I find my eyes slipping shut for the umpteenth time as her hand rests heavily in my own. JJ sits on the opposite side, knees curled to chest in the larger chair and her eyes glued to Y/N’s chest.

“I can’t even begin to explain the way I feel about this.. Distraught isn’t even good enough” her voice is quiet, strained against the ache that she undoubtedly feels, the ache that I feel, that comes with holding back the tears that prickle behind our eyes.

A dull ache tugs at my lower back, and I shove it away as I run my thumb in circles over the pale skin on the hand within my own, and nod. It seemed to be a shared feeling within the team, between sullen expressions and bags beneath eyes, murmured apologies and careful touches, we all knew what JJ was trying to say, and it was that we nearly lost the one person we all secretly protected the most.

“Pass me the chart, please” not wanting to bring forth the agonizing guilt that threatened to swallow me whole, I hold out a very slightly shaking hand as JJ stretches out to pass the clipboard to me, stuck to it were multiple, multiple papers.

I can almost feel the wince on my face as I read over the list of injuries, the paramedic hadn’t been far off at all, three stab wounds, seventeen facial lacerations, most of which required stitches, four broken ribs, a fractured right leg, bleeding from her liver, a massive concussion, and a rib had pierced through her left lung.

Reading it makes my head swim with images I can’t seem to hide from, and I shove it away from me, biting at my lower lip as it slides across the table to my left. “She’s one hell of a fighter” Prentiss’ voice comes from the open door, where she stands brandishing multiple cups of coffee, and I feel a faint smile force its way through.

Standing for the first time in what feels like days, I lift my hand away from Y/N’s, but it’s pulled back, faint at first but then more urgent, and I turn to look over my shoulder as the fragile body in the bed seems to come to life, her eyes wide open and surveying the full room, and I feel a tightness in my chest that hadn’t been there since I held her hand on that road.

“Y/N! Hold on, don’t move, JJ get a nurse!”

The Lucky One

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Chapter o3.  Reunion

Two months passed and you were relieved that Sehun had stopped trying to contact you.  But your heart always had the tendency to contradict your resolve.  Deep down, everyday felt like a battle; you constantly checked your pulse to prove that you were, in fact, still alive. 

A week ago, you had gotten an invitation for a high school reunion at a friend’s mansion. Though you were never big on parties, you reasoned that it was a good chance to catch up with some childhood friends.  But on the back of your mind, you knew exactly why you wanted to go.

The helpless girl inside of you giddily emptied out the entire closet for the perfect dress.  You held a floral printed dress up to your body, shook your head, and switched to a royal blue sweetheart dress.  On the fifth switch, your eyes lingered on your own reflection. 

Your smile dropped. 

What are you doing, ________?  Exactly, why were you so happy?  Stupid.

With disappointment evident in your eyes, you put all of the fancy dresses back into your wardrobe and opted for a forgettable little black dress.  You tied your hair into a high bun, threw on a light jacket and your everyday purse, and completed the simple look with a pair of black wedges.

Outside, you considered driving but decided otherwise because lately you’ve been getting dizzy spells from lack of sleep.  Plus, you didn’t want to be the designated driver anymore…because the last time you were…you…


So you got into a taxi.  The driver greeted you politely and complimented you on your attire.  Out of courtesy, you informed him of the high school reunion party.  He chuckled and continued to make small talk with you throughout the ride.  You laughed along, grateful for his friendly nature that had momentarily quieted your wandering mind. 

At the red light, a familiar song played on the radio, triggering the memories you tried so very hard to suppress. 

(Look at me – Carrie Underwood)

I would bet my life, like I bet my heart
That you were the one, baby
I’ve never been so sure of anything before
It’s driving my heart crazy

I can’t hold out, I can’t hold back now
Like I’ve done before

Darling, look at me
I’ve fallen like a fool for you
Darling, can’t you see
I’d do anything you want me to

I tell myself I’m in to deep
Then I fall a little farther
Every time you look at me

Your hand rested on your throbbing heart while you blinked back tears.  You remembered the first time you cheered Sehun on at his volleyball tournament, back in high school.  The first time you secretly watched him during dance practice.  The time you fell down the stairs and he piggybacked you home.  The time he offered you his jacket even though his teeth were chattering in the cold.  The time you told him you loved him…

“Ma’am, are you okay?” the driver brought you back to the present.

Wiping away your tears, you replied, “Yeah, yeah.  Just…getting all these nostalgic feelings”.  You laughed a little to prove that you were fine.

“Time flies doesn’t it?” he sniggered again and you nodded.

Suddenly, a screech sounded and the car lunged forward then backward before halting completely.  Behind you, cars honked in annoyance.  You looked to the driver for answers, but he seemed just as confused as you.  He struggled to start up the car again and again but to your dismay the car refused to start.  

Shaking his head, the driver apologized, “Sorry, Ma’am.  Should I call another taxi for you?”

“No, it’s fine.  It’s just two blocks away,” you answered with a reassuring smile. 

After paying the fare, you stepped out of the taxi and began to walk the rest of the way.  The chilly autumn breeze caused you to rub your arms and tug your jacket closer to your body. 

From the corner of your eyes, you see a familiar white BMW. 


Smiling sadly, you watched as Sehun drove pass you.  His eyes were the shape of crescent moons as Minyoung hit him playfully on the arm before kissing him on the cheek.  And even though your wound felt as if it was raw and newly opened, you could do nothing about it.  His car sped off into the distance. 

A tiny droplet rushed down your face.  You looked up at the sky but it wasn’t raining.

Upon arrival at the big mansion, you politely greeted the host, Eunhye.  She smiled at you and wrapped you in a suffocating bear hug.  You giggled and hugged her back with just as much force.

“________ah, how have you been?  How dare you not contact me for so many years!” Eunhye whined but seemed genuinely happy to see you. 

A few feet away, you caught Sehun’s gaze but quickly looked away to avoid further eye contact.  Still, you could feel his stare burning the back of your head.  You continued to disregard him, busying yourself with socializing with your childhood friends.  Some of them were ambitious and were currently in graduate school, some were married, and some even had children. 

Amidst the sentimental conversations about the past, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder.  You sucked your breath in. 

“________ah”, the beautiful raspiness of his voice sent shivers down your spine.

You took a deep breath and turned around, “Hey”.

He shifted his feet and stuffed his hands into his pockets, “H-how have you been?”

Despite the sour feeling in the pit of your stomach, you forced on a smile and responded, “I’ve been okay.  You?”


And then awkwardness surrounded you two.  You looked down at your feet, scared that any eye contact would become the source of your next mistake. 

“You look really pretty toda—“ Sehun began but suddenly a loud ringing surprised both of you.

Your eyes widened and instinctively you look around.  People began to panic and rush out the door, trampling on each other.  Someone screamed, “Run”.  Someone else screamed, “Fire”.  You squinted and from the second floor, you could see bright flashes of orange and blue. 

Unexpectedly, someone pushed you from behind and you lose your balance.  Your eyelids closed shut, preparing you for the worse but thankfully Sehun caught you just in time.  He held you close to protect you from the chaos.  Automatically, his hand slipped into yours and you two began to go out with the crowd.  You looked up at him, admiring how his features still looked so handsome even in the brink of turmoil.  He squeezed your hand in reassurance.  And even though there was a probability that you could die there, you have never felt so safe in your life.


He made sure that you were safely at the exit before letting go of your hand.  You regretfully let go as well and turned around to thank him but he was already gone.  Your eyebrows furrowed and you tiptoed to search for him.

“Sehun?!” you shouted into the crowd. 

You felt your heart race at the thought that he may be hurt.  On impulse, you pushed against the swarm of people but your tiny form made it ten times harder.  Finally, you caught a glimpse of Sehun’s honey brown hair.

“Sehun-ah?” you cried out but he does not hear you. 

A large piece of wood started to split from its foundation right above Sehun’s head and you screamed for his attention but he does not hear.  Your face turned cold as you helplessly watch it fall down and onto the ground.  It had missed Sehun by a mere half a foot.  And Sehun, being so focused on whatever he was doing, did not even notice. 

Locking your target, you continued to push with all the energy you could command, toward him.  Somewhere along the way, you had lost a shoe and an earring, and picked up scrapes and bruises.  Finally, when you were behind him, you grabbed his arm.

“Sehun-ah?  What are you doing?” you questioned.

“_______ah?  Why’d you follow me?  Go first,” he almost ordered.

Before you could respond, Sehun hollered, “Minyoung?!  Minyoung-ah, Where are you?”

You let go of his arm.  Your body froze in place.  Of course. 

Of course.

Swallowing the sour feeling in your throat, you began to look for Minyoung as well.  Smoke engulfed the place and structures of the huge mansion started to fall apart.  Seeing that you were still following him, Sehun held your hand tightly to make sure you wouldn’t get trampled in the crowd.  With his other hand, he attempted to call Minyoung’s phone again but the noisiness of the situation made it impossible to hear the person next to you, much less through a phone.  

“Maybe she already went out,” you suggested but Sehun shook his head. 

You began to feel queasy and wanted to vomit.  Smoke kept going up your nose.  With your free hand, you pressed on your stomach to ease the sudden discomfort. 

Abruptly, Sehun lets go of your hand.  It was so sudden that your hand pulsated from the release.  You looked up to see Sehun running toward a crying Minyoung.  From afar, you watched as he threw his arms over her, protecting her in his embrace.  Your legs were frozen in place but you turned away, your heart no longer being able to take it anymore. 

Sehun spotted you and tapped the crying Minyoung.

“Babe, let’s go”, he whispered to Minyoung before reuniting with you.

He gently pushed you forward and you just let him for you had no more strength physically nor mentally anymore. 

Outside, firefighters strained to evacuate the remaining guests and shot explosive water onto the estate to stop the fire. While a group of you guys waited at the nearby playground to make sure things were okay, a panic-stricken Eunhye apologized continuously in between sobs. 

You dragged your feeble body to a swing.  Your shoeless foot kicked softly at a rock on the ground.  The images of a relief Sehun as soon as he saw Minyoung replayed in your mind.  You realized that you couldn’t even feel jealous because you knew you were incompetent if ever making Sehun feel this way.  There was a knotted sensation in your stomach. 

Footsteps walked closer to you but you were too tired to look up.  Next to you, he held out a bottle of water.  You take it, still not looking up.       

“________ah.  Are you okay?” Sehun inquired.

You nodded, too weak to vocally respond. 

“You’ve been coughing a lot.  Do you want to go to the hospital and get checked?” he asked worriedly.

You didn’t even notice you’ve been coughing so much.  But you shook your head.  As soon as you get up to leave, dizziness overwhelmed you and you fell.  The last thing you remember before darkness overcame you was the warmth of Sehun’s arms around you. 

a/n: :D Helloo my bunnies and pandabears!  Hope you liked this chapter!!  For the sake of this story, pretend Sehun is 23 years old.  <3

Be sure to check out the table of contents for previous chapters.  See everyone again tomorrow.  :3                     

Unraveling - Ch. 1

Summary: The Binding World is what holds the life of Earth in balance of nature, working in harmony with the Celestial and Demon realms to balance good and evil.  But when the Demon King threatens to unravel the bonds of their universe, four unlikely pairs of creatures of prophecy will set out on a quest to tie their existence together.  Nalu, Gruvia, Gajevy, Jerza

AN: I know you guys have seen a version of the first portion, but changes have been made and the second part has been added to create a chapter.  Enjoy!

Chapter 1 (

Juvia held her breath as she tiptoed out the main door of the Mother Tree palace.  The arguments (rising tensions between seasons, a heightened amount of troll robberies on a majority of bridges) down the long, oaken table filled with dozens of fae representatives, remained the same as last week’s forest-wide kingdom meeting.  One little water fairy wouldn’t be missed.

After she’d made sure the side door was closed without a sound, she unfolded eager wings and leapt from the tree branch, extending toothpick-length arms and swirling around in the warm air.  Her small, pale blue dress twirled happily about her knees.  Her tail swished back and forth in delight when she spun and spun…

She never got tired of the Summer Kingdom’s atmosphere; she’d grown up as a guardian of the summer season from when she first was born from teardrops of the Celestial King, as they’d all come into existence.  Juvia had been one of many placed in charge of the rivers and rain across the Binding world.  

Today, however, there would be no monitoring fish politics or directing cloud pattern.  Today, her heart drew her from a place far from her own duties.  Out to the outskirts of the forest.  

Her librarian friend, Levy, was the only one that knew of her excursions.  Juvia was grateful that Levy hadn’t told on her to the Summer King, Makarov, especially after all of her warnings against visiting the barren lands.

“There’s a fiery demon crawling about that place!  And the guardian fairies also around there may be of the summer lands,” the guardian of the written word told her seriously, “but a desert is no place for a water fairy.  Your body wasn’t made to handle such dryness!  I don’t know why you bother…  There’s nothing to see there, anyway.”

Juvia had decided, at that point, to not tell Levy exactly the beauty that awaited her there.  

Then she’d never be able to see him again.

Her light, delicate wings fluttered faster in excitement, wizzing her forward with long, curly, blue hair streaming behind her.  She knew some shortcuts; she’d be in the area soon enough, and after a long week, Juvia ached for her one greatest pleasure, greatest secret.

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